hey! here it is! that fic rec list i said i was gonna do for 200 followers, and yet here i am…at 473 followers HAHAHAHA just a liiitle late there – seriously tho, thank you all! this is such a chill and supportive community~
just a couple notes on the list: i decided to narrow it down to 30, which made things more difficult than i expected(there’s just soo many good ones, guys!); i didn’t want to include more than two fics from a single writer; i included series, but only if the stories were interconnected; for a couple of the series that didn’t have overall summaries i just used the summary from the first fic in the series, and one fic didn’t have a description at all, so i ended up using the first sentence, since it seemed to fit; these are in completely random order.
some of these are obvious picks (basically classics), but hopefully you’ll find something new or interesting! i absolutely love every one of these! thank you to all the writers for being so amazing, and bringing me so much joy (and tears) with these fics!!
When Rick captures a powerful being from a demonic dimension - a demon with the ability to devour thoughts - Morty’s consciousness is pulled into the demon’s cage. Rick must go in after him before Morty’s consciousness is completely consumed. But this isn’t what the inside of the cage should look like. And if Rick wants to save Morty, he’ll have to survive in a place where paths are unclear and monsters manifest.
Rick knew his own mind was complex. But he wasn’t ready for this.
That night, they’d narrowly escaped a mob of pissed-off mafiosos that Rick owed money.
Morty laid his head on the old man’s thigh as they drove, enjoying the quiet and the feel of Rick’s delicate fingers through his bleach-blond hair.
“With this much cash, the universe is our oyster, MoOURGHty!” Rick exclaimed.
“This Morty has seen everything… but has yet to feel the warmth of a loving touch.”
Three eye Morty has been through hell. After his parents divorce, Summer running away and Rick dying of a heart attack, Morty takes Ricks portal gun and goes on the run. He becomes a hitman on an alien planet just to get by. But what happens when years later he’s offered a ton of money to kill a Rick that he eventually falls for?
Right before leaving for college, Morty confesses that he’s attracted to Rick, and Rick turns him down flat. Only, Rick can’t stop thinking about it. They both look for answers through interdimensional travel, alcohol and experimentation. Plus, with Morty returning home for Thanksgiving break, they’re going to have to face each other.
In a panel, Justin Roiland said that Beth “fetishizes the extraordinary” and said something else to the effect that Beth wants Morty to be extraordinary like her father, and values it above anything else. This, coupled with wives commonly responding with tolerance and forgiveness when they find out their spouses molested their child, made me think Beth might not actually throw Rick out if she were to discover them.
So here’s a fic about all the fucked up shit that implies, undercutting an otherwise fairly senseless story about Rick and Morty’s relationship.
“You d-don’t have a clue w-what love is, Morty,” Rick tells him. “You’re not c-capable of loving anything b-besides yourself and, and your c-creepy little stuffed animals.”
There’s something about the way Rick says this, something hollow and dead that tells him Rick isn’t lying or trying to get back at him for lashing out. The wild anger has dissipated. And if Rick isn’t saying this because he’s mad at Morty…
…Then he’s saying it because he really believes it.
C-622 Morty runs through the wrong portal, and because the universe loves dramatic irony, he ends up in a college dorm room where Rick and Stanford are roommates. Unfortunately (or fortunately??) Rick takes a liking to him.
Overly intoxicated, Rick comes onto Morty, leaving the two at odds. Unknown to Morty, his decision on how to deal with Rick will drastically alter the future, creating two alternate realities, and two possible endings.
Morty shifted nervously, unable to meet the eyes of the man who looked so much like his grandfather, “W-what can I-I-I get for $85?” Morty pulled a wad of crumpled bills from his jeans, trembling from the adrenaline of what he was asking.
A tell-tale grin curved the blue haired man’s lips into a predatory smirk before he leaned down, smoothly pocketing the bills, his breath tickling the shell of Morty’s ear, “48 minutes of whatever the fuck you want.”
As much of an asshole as Rick was, as manipulative and cruel and downright hurtful as the man could be, especially to him, Rick wasn’t a rapist, and he never had been. If Morty said stop, if he told Rick to stop touching him and to get off, he knew his grandpa would listen. He knew Rick would walk away from him. And that’s precisely why he’d never say it. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how badly Morty wanted to shove him away and tell Rick to fuck off, he couldn’t. Because if he did, the older man would listen, and that’d be the end.
Rick stood swaying slightly in the doorway to Morty’s room, silhouetted by the hallway light behind him, a gaunt looming figure framed by the door. He blinked blearily, colours and shapes fuzzing and blending together, reaching a hand out to steady himself on the doorframe. His heart was thudding in his chest, and he reached instinctively for his flask even though he really didn’t need it. A quick shake revealed it was empty anyway. Of course it was.
Rick and Morty AU - Dimension F-212 : Rick is a world-famous chef, owning his own exclusive restaurant and widely known for some of the best food in the galaxy. Morty is a young, talented, prodigy chef, making food that is so delectable it inspires powerful emotions in those who consume it. Rick takes Morty under his wing as his apprentice, and between crazy ingredient-hunting adventures, and long, hot days in the restaurant kitchen, Morty develops a crush on his selfish, chain-smoking, gorgeous chef grandfather.
BONUS(this one isn’t actually a rickmorty fic so it’s not cheating lol):
summary: You get to teach Ivar a lesson. || bucky barnes x reader x ivar the boneless ||
warnings: soooooo NSFW, poly relationship, cursing, come-eating, bdsm elements, punishment, oral, fingering, lots of sin tbh
notes: This is a little bit different form my usual sin. (Never thought my first time writing a threesome would be between these two) So some lovely anon started this thing called WinterBoneless and spammed me, as well as @persephone-is-here-omg and @captainpoopweinersoldier, with marvelous asks. It’s the ship between the beloved Murder Daddy, Bucky, and the adorable Murder Baby, Ivar. Those of you who don’t know who he is, go watch the show Vikings. You won’t be disappointed. Not one bit.
I didn’t add my usual tag list bc I don’t know who’s really into this.
Bucky peers over the back of the couch, watching curiously as you storm through the door, the shoes you wore for the evening clutched in your hands. You turn. the skirt of your dress fluttering, chucking one heel at Ivar as hard as you can, narrowly missing the side of his head. As it clunks to the floor, you hurl the second one in close succession, and if Ivar hadn’t been paying attention, it would’ve nailed him straight in the eye. He catches it with ease, holding it in his palm with a glare.
Bucky almost expects you to lunge at him, wrap your hands around Ivar’s throat and make him pay for whatever offense he’s committed this time. Instead, you make a mad dash for the bedroom you share with both men, slamming the door shut behind you.
The silence that follows is a bit deafening.
“You two are home early.” Bucky muses eventually. Ivar drops the shoe he’s holding to the floor with an angry huff, running a hand through his thick hair in frustration. It was out of it’s usual, messy knot, hanging freely around his shoulders. Bucky thinks it’d make him look less abrasive if it weren’t for his angry expression. “What did you do to her now?”
This was not an unusual occurrence in your household. Ivar liked to push buttons, liked to provoke you, in turn causing you to provoke him. Things would escalate, such as now, and Bucky would have to step in and try to restore peace.
Bucky rises off the couch quietly, took in the hard set of Ivar’s jaw and the anger brewing in his eyes. He cups his face, smiling gently when Ivar’s lashes flutter. Some of the tension drops out of his shoulders and he sighs quietly. “I called her a whore.” Ivar mumbles quietly. He doesn’t meet Bucky’s gaze as he says it, listening to the way Bucky sucks in a surprised breath. “I thought she was flirting with our waiter.”
“And was she?” Bucky asks. Ivar just shakes his head, biting down on his lip with a pained look on his face.
“I fucked up.” he admits. “I fucked up bad.”
“Go fix it. I don’t like going to bed when our girl is angry.” The soldier shoves Ivar in the direction of the bedroom, following behind closely. They open the door slowly, finding you standing in front of your vanity to take down your hair. The dress you wore to dinner is strewn on the floor, leaving you in nothing but a lacy black lingerie set.
“Fuck.” Both men say in unison. Twin sets of blue eyes are as wide as they can be, eyeing you up in down like a hunter would it’s prey.
If it were any other time, you would preen under the attention. Instead, you shoot them the meanest look you can muster, shaking your head. “There’s no way in hell.”
Bucky is the first one to inch closer, sidling up next to you to help remove the bobby pins holding your hair up. Ivar tries to do the same but you immediately wrench away from his touch. “If you lay even just a finger on me, I will break your goddamn hand.”
Ivar sits on the bed, watching dejectedly as Bucky gets to run his hands through your hair. Bucky presses a kiss to your shoulder, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “I think Ivar wants to apologize to you, doll. You gonna let him?” he asks. His hands grip your waist, turning you around so you can see the guilt crossing Ivar’s face. His eyes are wide, pleading.“He wants to treat you real good, show you how sorry he is.”
“No, he doesn’t.” you say, sneering. “He doesn’t want to touch a whore like me.”
“I didn’t mean it, dove.” Ivar brings out the tried and true nickname, trying to diffuse someone of your anger. The hopeful smile that crosses his face nearly cracks through your resolve. “Let me make it up to you.”
Bucky strokes down your side, hiding his own smile in your shoulder. “He’ll do anything you want, babydoll. Just say the word.”
The smirk that rises to your face can only be described as evil. Ivar feels his heart start to accelerate at the look you pass his face. “Ivar,” you say and he straightens up, ready to do whatever it is you ask of him. “You only get to watch.”
“Now that’s just cruel.” Bucky chuckles. You just shrug, not caring in the least. He was cruel to you, it’s time you do the same to him.
Grabbing the chair from your vanity, you place at the end of the bed. “Sit, Ivar.” He rises without a word, settling down into the chair nervously. You drag Bucky to the bed by his shirt, pushing him to lay down against the mattress.
Bucky’s immediately pulling you down into a kiss, lifting you up only to have you straddle him. Ivar’s sharp teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches you grind your hips slowly against the soldier, nearly drawing blood when he hears you moan quietly. The two of you part with a gasp.
“Turn around for me, baby.” Bucky instructs. He maneuvers you so your chest is to his back, his strong thighs holding yours open, both of you leaning against the headboard. Like this, Ivar can see your entire body, can see everything Bucky’s about to do to you.
“Ain’t she a beauty?” Bucky asks. He unstraps your bra, tossing it to the side with a smile aimed at Ivar. His metal hand plucks at a nipple while the other one smooths its way down your stomach. His fingers slide smoothly underneath your panties, cupping you with his palm. Your back arches, another shy moan falling from your lips, and Bucky can’t help but laugh at the desperate look on Ivar’s face. “She’s so wet, babyboy. Don’t you wish you could feel it?”
Ivar nods eagerly. Bucky runs two fingers up and down your slit, circling around your entrance and just barely bumping your clit. When he pulls his hand out of your underwear, those fingers are glistening. Bucky pops them into his mouth with a grin, moaning loudly when he tastes you on his tongue. “You’re missin’ out, little one.” Bucky tells him. Ivar can only whimper, hands shaking where he’s laid them on his thighs. “She tastes so fuckin’ sweet.”
Bucky looks down at you, then, sees the smug, impish grin you’re sporting. He captures your mouth with his once more, tugging your lip between his teeth. His metal hand wraps around the side of your panties, ripping them down the seam. Even though you should be annoyed that he ruined them, heat rushes up your spine, making you keen as he dips two fingers into your entrance.
“Look at him, baby.” Bucky orders. You find Ivar with his mouth hanging open, hungry little pants falling from his lips. His eyes are glued to your cunt, pupils overcoming the blue in them as he watches the metal slowly slide into you. “He’s a wreck. We’re torturing him.”
“G-good,” you stutter out, hips titling upwards. He’s languidly fucking you, palm brushing your clit gently. Your body trembles at the slow pace, wishing he’d take it up a notch or two. “He deserves to be tortured.”
“I didn’t mean what I said, dove.” Ivar tells you again. His voice is low, the tempting image in front of him crumbling his composure. “I don’t know what else to say to you.”
“Sweet talk her a little.” Bucky curls his fingers, pressing against your g-spot roughly. Ivar’s chest heaves as you cry out, moaning Bucky’s name. He doesn’t know how the soldier’s so calm. Ivar’s not even touching you and he’s a fucking wreck.
“C’mon, Ivar.” Bucky says when his boy stays quiet. Their gazes lock and Ivar could just melt into the floor at how glazed over Bucky’s eyes are. He grunts when you squirm against his erection, throwing an arm around your waist to hold you still. “Make her feel like you want her.”
“You look so delectable, my love.” Ivar rushes out. He’s trying to keep his voice as steady as he can, but when Bucky starts moving his fingers harder, faster, he knows that’s going to be an impossible feat to accomplish. “Y-you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”
“You can do better than that, sweetheart.” Bucky chides. “Tell her what you want to do to her.”
“I want to get my mouth on that pretty little cunt of yours.” he groans when Bucky spreads apart your folds, gives Ivar a good look at just how much you’re dripping. He focuses on just your clit, rubbing in tight, hard circles. “I’ll eat you out until you’re begging me to stop.”
“Is that all?” Bucky asks teasingly. Ivar shakes his head, sees the way you start to tense and knows you’re about to come.
“I’d fuck you slow, so slow until you’re slurring your words because the pleasure is that intense.” Ivar grinds out. His cock is pushing painfully against the zipper of his tight black slacks. He wants to get a hand on it, palm himself to relieve some of that pressure. But you said he couldn’t touch, so he’s gonna listen. “I’d make you come, over and over again. I wouldn’t come until you let me, until you were so euphoric that you were melting against those sheets.”
You come with a shout, nearly rolling off of Bucky as you writhed against him. Bucky fucks you through it, slowly easing the pressure until you settled down once again. You’re gasping for breath, gulping down air as he strokes your hair.
“What now, babygirl?” Bucky questions. “You think he’s learned his lesson?” Your head tips side to side sluggishly. “No? What then?”
You grind against him, grinning when he moans into your ear. “Fuck me, soldier.”
You lift your ass, letting him shimmy his pants and boxers just enough to free his cock. It’s glistening, the head an angry pink as it drips precome. Ivar whines at the sight. “What’s wrong, babyboy?” you pout mockingly. “You want Bucky’s cock?”
“Please.” he whispers, hoarse. His eyes are watering as he watches you jerk the soldier off, whom of which has his tilted head back, eyes squeezed shut as you play with him.
“Too bad, baby. It’s mine.”
“You can share, doll.” Bucky rumbles out. There’s a smile on his face. “There’s more than enough of me to go around.”
“Right now I’m not sharing. You’re mine until I say so.”
“Yes ma’am.” Bucky shifts you around until his head is pressing against your entrance, hips clamping down heavily on your hips as he thrusts into you. You keen at the stretch, hands flying to your breasts as he bottoms out with a sigh. “How do you want me to fuck you, babydoll?”
“Ruin me.” Your smile gets wiped away as Bucky starts drilling into you, taking no mercy as his hips slam into your ass. He’s biting down on the skin of your neck to muffle his noises, both of you watching as Ivar shifts helplessly in his seat. His face is red, shirt sticking to his skin from where he’s sweating.
It doesn’t take long before the two are are practically screaming your release. It takes a minute before Bucky’s recovered enough to slip out of you, his come dripping from your entrance and onto your thighs.
“You think he’s had enough now, darlin’?” Bucky inquires. “You think he’s been good? You wanna let him clean you up?”
Ivar waits with baited breath, practically vibrating in his seat at the thought of getting his tongue on you. At your nod, he bounces out of his chair, lying between yours and Bucky’s legs on his stomach. “Be gentle, babyboy.” Bucky laces a hand through his hair, pulling him closer towards your cunt. “She’s sensitive.”
Ivar drags his tongue gently up your slit, making sure to avoid your clit. He slurps quietly, whimpering as he tastes both his lovers. You’re sighing softly at his ministrations, eyelids fluttering as you try to fight the exhaustion coursing through you. When your cunt’s clean, he licks over both your thighs, sucking kisses into the skin when he’s finished.
“That’s a good boy.” Bucky praises. Ivar smiles shyly, licking the corners of his mouth.
“Have I been good enough to come?” he asks quietly, fearing your answer. Both he and Bucky look to you for an answer. “I need it. Please.”
“Let me take care of him, doll.” Bucky tells you. “I think he deserves it now. He was so, so patient, didn’t even touch himself once.”
Ivar could nearly cry in relief when you give the permission. Bucky gently slides you off of him, making sure you’re comfortable before pulling Ivar into a kiss. shushing him quietly when he mewls. “It’s alright, baby.” Bucky coos. He gets Ivar’s pants undone, sliding them down to his knees.
The front of his grey boxers are soaked with the evidence of his arousal, his dick begging to be touched. Bucky pulls them down slowly before wrapping his flesh hand around it. Ivar hisses through his teeth. It only takes a handful of strokes before he’s coming, spilling over Bucky’s fist with a loud, startled cry. “There we go, baby.” Bucky whispers. “Feel better now?”
With a weary nod he grabs Bucky’s wrist, bringing it to his mouth to lick the come from his fingers. Ivar hesitantly turns his head to find you staring back at him. “I’m sorry.” he apologizes. “I love you.”
Prompt: Can I request Jungkook teasing you in public with a vibrator and a remote control?
Author: Admin Meyg
Summary: Jungkook is going away for the weekend, but the two of you make a deal.
Jungkook walked through the door with a cloud of tension flooding in behind him.
“Hey baby,” he cooed, setting a bag on the counter. “Can we talk?”
You swiveled in the bar stool to face him with annoyance evident in your expression. His shoulders melted as he released an audible sigh.
“Jungkook,” you started, in the best calm and collected voice you could muster. “I get it, okay. You said your piece about it. Just drop it.”
You felt a bit stupid honestly, though it was starting to boil slowly into anger and annoyance. You didn’t think Jungkook would react so childishly when you mentioned that you wanted to try pegging him.
It was innocent, and the two of you were anything but vanilla. Jungkook had no problem with anal when it came to your ass. In fact, it was one of his favorite things. The way you’d whine and mewl against his fingers was just so delectable.
“That’s so emasculating, are you serious?” He looked at you as if you were crazy. He couldn’t believe you’d ask something like this.
“Jungkook,” you sighed. “Are you seriously saying that if your girlfriend of the last almost 4 years plays with your ass… You think it will make you gay?” You searched in his eyes for some sort of actual answer.
“DUDE?!” you spat, “so now I’ve been demoted from babe to dude? Jesus Christ Jungkook, you’re a child.”
“Babe,” he started again. “Why are you getting so pissed off at me about this? You know I’m all about trying new things, but this just… I don’t know babe. It’s weird…”
That’s what had you the most worked up, in all honesty. It wasn’t that Jungkook felt uncomfortable about it. It was the fact that the first words from his mouth were "What the fuck, babe? No. That’s weird!”
You felt kink-shamed, and embarrassed that the person you love so much–the person who promised to hear you out with an open mind, was acting like you were disgusting for even suggesting such a thing.
“Listen,” He placed a calming hand on your knee as he took a seat on the stool next to you. “I was talking to Taehyung–”
“Oh my hell, Jungkook!” You interrupted, shoving his hand off of your leg and standing up. “That’s just great! Now not only does my fucking boyfriend think I’m some kind of weirdo, but so does his best friend! Cool!”
Jungkook jumped up, pulling at any inch of you he could grab as you tried to storm past him and out of the kitchen.
“He’s into it!” He yelled, and you stopped to face him.
“Jeon fucking Jungkook.” You pointed your finger in his face, “I am not pegging your pervy little friend!”
He burst out laughing, and pulled you into his strong embrace. You were so confused by this point that you just stood there letting him hug your limp body against his firm chest.
He leaned back to look at you. “He just made me curious is all.”
“Hmm?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“He just said… Well,” Jungkook struggled before mumbling, “he said he’s never come so hard before.”
It was your turn to erupt with laughter. “So you’re telling me that Tae’s nut inspired you to let me peg you?”
Jungkook giggled and took a few steps back to grab the bag he had set on the counter.
“I’m saying it inspired me to make a proposal.”
“I’m listening.” You smiled, stepping towards him.
“You know I have to go help my Nana in Florida this weekend.” He pulled a black box from the bag wrapped in a soft pink bow. “So I got this for you while I’m gone.”
He held the box out, and you hesitated before taking it. You pulled the bow from the box with ease, and popped the lid off to reveal a pair of black panties with a vibrating bullet tucked into a little pocket on the crotch.
“What the fuck are these, Jungkook…?” You held them up on the tip of your index finger as if they were covered in poison.
“Panties.” He smirked, “controlled by an app on my phone. If you wear them while I’m gone, so I can still get you off while I’m miles away with sweet little Nana, I will let you peg me the moment I get home.”
Your eyes narrowed as you mulled over the idea in your head. It’s just a tiny ass bullet, you told yourself. How powerful can it actually be? Not to mention, besides work you didn’t really have any plans to leave the house, so this would be easy.
“How do I know you won’t back out?”
“Babe, I won’t. I swear I won’t.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips before smiling. “I even sealed it with a kiss for good measure.”
You rolled your eyes and smacked his chest.
“Alright. It’s a deal.”
Jungkook had only been gone for three hours and had already given you at least 10 small vibrations through the little contraption tucked safely inside your panties.
The first time you screamed in shock. You had no clue it would be so powerful. You could only hope the small jolt he gave you was at full power.
A soft knock sounded at the door, and you jumped up from your cozy place on the couch to answer it.
“Mom!” You said in shock before smiling, “what’s up?”
“Grocery shopping?” She was annoyed that you had spaced it. “You promised to help me get set up for your aunt’s BBQ this weekend.”
You smiled awkwardly, “Right. Just let me change.”
You pulled your phone from your pocket and quickly dialed Jungkook from the safety of your bedroom.
“Babe, I’m taking these off. I have to go-”
“If you take them off, our deal is off.” He interrupted.
“Jungkook!” you said as loudly as you could whisper. “I have to go shopping with my mom!”
“What do you mean?!” you hissed. “Please don’t do anything crazy, Jungkook. This is so embarrassing.”
“Happy shopping, baby.” You could hear a small chuckle before he hung up, and realized you were probably better off not telling him at all.
You had been in the grocery store for at least 25 minutes, and so far not so much as a tiny zing from your panties.
Your nerves started to calm, thinking maybe Jungkook had decided not to humiliate you in front of your mom and all the public.
“Sweetheart, can you go over to the deli and get that potato salad your dad likes? Probably two bins.” You just nodded, and made your way to the other end of the store.
“What’ll it be?” asked a man with a scruffy face, and dirty apron.
You smiled politely. “I need two bins of the– OHHHH KAY!”
You jolted forward slightly as Jungkook activated the bullet inside of your panties mid-sentence.
“The uhm, the–POTATO salad!” you managed to spit out, the vibrations seeming to intensify with each word.
The man shot you a puzzled glance, which you ignored to pull out your phone and text your menace of a boyfriend.
This is not fucking funny Jungkook!
IM IN THE STORE
His reply was practically immediate.
How wet are you?
JUNGKOOK!!! Turn it off!!!!!
Damn. Is it that strong?
On cue the vibrations grew stronger, and you sucked in a gasp that nearly escaped as a moan. He was right. You were so wet, and that oh-so-tiny bullet was much too powerful. You tried squeezing your legs together, but it only made the sensation even stronger.
The clerk’s face nearly killed you as he passed the containers to you. It was like he knew you were building an orgasm. You didn’t dare open your mouth to speak, instead making your way with wobbling legs back to your mom.
Your plan was initially to ditch the potato salad, and make a quick escape to the bathroom so you could pull the underwear down until Jungkook shut them off. To your dismay, your mother was caught in conversation with an old friend and threw an inviting and invasive arm around you to begin bragging about your latest accomplishments.
You couldn’t avoid a whimper that fell from your lips as Jungkook turned the vibrator up another setting.
“What’s wrong with you?” Your mom placed the back of her hand on your forehead. “You’re pale as sand, and burning up! Are you okay? Oh my god! Are you pregnant?!”
“Mom no!” You shot back, “J-jesus… I’m sick. I-I’m going to the car.”
It took a lot of broken breaths to keep from outright moaning as you tried to speak, and you practically ran to the car the moment she gave you the okay.
You climbed into the front seat, and pulled out your phone to call Jungkook but he didn’t answer.
You sadly attempted.
is too much
You covered your mouth to muffle the moans you couldn’t hold back any longer. Your hips rolled slightly in your seat, knowing you could no longer fight the orgasm that was quickly approaching.
It’s only on the 5th setting
You attempted to groan in frustration but a loud moan was forced from your lungs as the power of the bullet intensified, but also began to pulse quickly against your clit.
There’s 8 and really cool features babe! What’s it doing? I pushed a button that looks like a bad sketch of this face 😩
You couldn’t even finish reading his text fully because your orgasm was so close. Your toes were curling inside of your sneakers and you had a death grip on the door handle. You dialed Jungkook again but still no answer.
It’s THAT good huh???
Fuck I can only imagine how wet you are babe. I can practically feel your pussy throbbing around my cock.
Two can play this game, you thought to yourself, hitting send one more time with full intention of leaving him a voicemail of the sweet sounds of your orgasm.
“Let me hear you cum, baby.”
You were stunned by the lust strung thickly through his voice when you hadn’t expected him to answer at all.
“Jungkook!” You whimpered, bending forward as once again the vibrating intensified– this time so much so that you could hear the humming that was purring proudly between your legs.
“Tell me how good it feels.” He pressed, “Let me hear you.”
“Fuck Jungkook! Fuck!” You really were trying to keep quiet but it was all so overwhelming. You glanced around frantically in hopes that nobody was watching from the parking lot. “I’m about… Jungkook oh my god!!!”
You put your hand over your mouth once again, turning the loud moan of your orgasm into a high-pitched muffled squeal into the phone.
“God damn, baby.” Jungkook breathed, and the vibrating halted. “Where are you?”
You leaned back into the seat, trying to steady your breathing. Hips still rolling slightly as the throbbing of your sensitive clit died down.
“I’m in. The fucking. Car, you prick.” You managed, jumping as your heard the trunk pop open. “And now so is my mom. I have to go.”
You hung up with Jungkook, praying by the time she loaded up the groceries you’d be breathing normally. Your panties were uncomfortably soaked, and honestly all you wanted was to go home and whip out your trusty pink dildo to help satisfy the overbearing need to be filled. Your phone rang out, interrupting the thought.
I love you babe. I can’t wait to CUM home to you.
Shut up, idiot. I love you too.
The moment you stepped into the apartment you slipped out of your clothes, pulled the small bullet from the pouch of your panties, and threw it all in the wash.
You attempted to call your boyfriend again, but of course he didn’t answer. You shot him a quick text message:
Taking a shower. I wish you were home. I miss you.
You sat in the shower until the water ran cold, not realizing how completely exhausted you were from your orgasm until you sat down on your bed. You almost instantly fell asleep in nothing but your towel.
It was 7am when you woke to the ringtone set specifically for Jungkook. You stretched, and sat up slowly - still half asleep, and a little confused.
You felt around your bed for your phone. “Hello?”
“Hey baby.” Jungkook sounded wide awake. “Where you been?”
“I fell asleep after my shower.” You explained, “I haven’t even gotten dressed yet.”
You put Jungkook on speaker phone, and made yourself comfortable on the bed. You listened as he talked about Nana taking him to the country club, and teasing you about how she was showing him off to all her hot old lady friends that insisted on shoving mimosas down his throat by the gallon.
“So it’s safe to say we should break up. I’m into older women now.” He chuckled.
You hummed in response, held your phone at the perfect angle to snap a picture of your bare chest, and show your free hand slipping between your thighs.
<b>You sure you want to leave this for saggy bosoms?</b>
You bit your lip the moment you heard vibrations from his end, interrupting something about pulling weeds from the garden, and planting new petunias today.
He grunted through a long exhale. “Fuck, I want to touch you so bad.”
“Mmm.” You hummed into the receiver, “Where would you touch me baby?”
“I’d start a-” The line went silent mid sentence.
You tapped your screen, and two beeps rang through as the call was dropped. You called back, but were sent straight through to voicemail. His phone was obviously dead, and your entertainment for the morning was over.
You grumbled, rolled out of bed, and grabbed a shirt out of the closet. You remembered the laundry, and swapped it over to the dryer before fixing yourself something to eat for breakfast.
You never actually realized how much you depended on Jungkook for entertainment until he was gone. Since the two of you moved in together almost two years ago you hadn’t really been apart. You had the same friends, the same hobbies, and were pretty much a package deal wherever you went.
You finished up washing your dishes, and heard text after text pour in.
Two from Jungkook.
Shit. Phone died.
It’s gonna be a busy day. I love you.
One from Min Yoongi.
You up for a day of scary movies? I’ll hold you tight just like Jungkookie.
Plus Hoseok bought nice blackout curtains. Its like midnight in this house all day long.
You called Jungkook one last time to tell him your plans, and quite frankly you just really fucking missed him. He reminded you not to forget your panties, and you rolled your eyes.
“Aren’t you gonna be busy?” you whined, “they probably aren’t dry yet.”
“Babe! A deal is a deal!” He laughed. “Just put them on.”
Stepping into Yoongi’s, you were greeted by Taehyung’s arms thrown around you, and lifting you off the ground. Only to interrupt the adorable moment with whispering in your ear.
“Are you wearing the panties?”
You screamed and smacked his shoulder until he set you down, laughing.
“Is nothing sacred?!” You huffed, reaching for Yoongi and his boyfriend Hoseok. “Save me from this idiot.”
Hoseok grabbed both of your hands hands and pulled you into another tight hug, and Yoongi teased you about your Pacman pajama pants before pulling you on to the couch next to him, and away from Taehyung.
“What’s he going on about?” Yoongi kissed your temple, and Hoseok plopped down next to him.
“Jungkook bought her vi-”
You chucked a pillow at Taehyung to shut him up.
“Sit down and start this damn movie already!” You glared, and he took the empty spot next to you.
The movie had gotten intense, and, being the giant coward you were, you had your face smashed between Taehyung’s shoulder and the cold leather of the couch. Your hand was squeezing his forearm, and Yoongi and Hoseok were basically curled up into each other in their own world.
That’s when it happened. You felt the soft vibrations hum inside your panties, and instinct took over. You squeezed Taehyung’s arm even tighter, and pulled your feet up onto the couch as you jumped slightly.
Taehyung sat back to look at you, and you just smiled.
“Oohh,” you forced. “Scary.”
Taehyung’s stupid boxy smile lit up his face. He knew. The intensity grew so much so quickly that you nearly moaned. You buried your face into Taehyung’s shoulder to muffle the noises you couldn’t contain. You could feel Taehyung chuckling, and you didn’t know if you should run from the room or just let it happen.
Taehyung shifted to face you, and you couldn’t help but laugh in embarrassment, especially when he leaned in to whisper in your ear.
“You should wear these when you peg him.”
You whined, digging your nails into his arm. The vibrations against your clit were intensifying and softening in a perfect rhythm. You were practically dripping, and your clit was all but throbbing against the tiny device. You were positive Jungkook must have had it on the highest setting, and your legs shaking was sure to give you away to Yoongi and Hoseok.
Taehyung was in your ear again, practically getting off on the fact that his best friends girlfriend was on the brink of an orgasm, and clinging to him for dear life.
“You know,” he whispered. “Jungkook is going to be the one whimpering beneath you the moment he gets home.”
The moment the thought fully registered in your mind you were teetering on the edge of your orgasm, seconds away from crashing over the edge. You arched your back slightly, nails still digging into Taehyung, and then it stopped.
Mere seconds before your orgasm Jungkook shut off the bullet. It was almost painful how badly you needed to cum. Yet here you sat, half way through a second movie.
Your body was aching, your panties were still wet, and Jungkook hadn’t responded to any of your messages.
Yoongi suggested ordering take out, and it wasn’t until then that you realized it was already almost 4 PM.
“I think I should go home.”
Hoseok shot you a curious glance. “Already?”
“It’s just, I, well.” You fumbled over your words, “I really miss Jungkook. I haven’t talked to him at all today. I want to get home and try to FaceTime him.”
“I want to come!”
You whipped around to face Taehyung, unsure of what he meant, and why exactly he would want to come home with you.
“I mean- Can you give me a ride home?”
The car ride was silent, and awkward at first. Until Taehyung finally spoke up.
“Take a left here.”
“Sorry?” You hesitated, “Did you move or something?”
“Have you bought the strap on already?” His voice didn’t even crack.
“For pegging Jungkook.” He began to blabber, “It’s just that I have experience with this whole thing, and I can help you pick the perfect thing. You know, for when you pe-”
“STOP!” You blushed, and enjoyed a brief moment of silence before turning on your blinker. “Okay Tae. You can help me, but we do this my way”.
His eye practically disappeared into the smile plastered to his face as he guided you to a little shop.
“Big Joe’s,” you burst out laughing. “We are buying a strap-on from a place called Big Joe’s? Are you serious?”
Taehyung shrugged and jumped out of the car. He began to reach for the door, but you grabbed his arm.
“We do this my way, remember?” He nodded much too cheerfully, and you laced your fingers into his. “Get the door, idiot.”
Taehyung was confused for a moment, until you strutted confidently right up to the counter. You paused only for a second, and pulled him close to you before leaning over the counter to interact with the woman behind it.
You were surprised at how old she seemed. She had fine lines pressed to meet her smile, and defined crows feet. Her hair was colored bright red, but her salt-and-pepper roots showed proudly. You assumed she was in her late 50’s, or maybe had just aged poorly.
“Hello.” You said cutely. “Can you help us? We’re new at this whole thing but my adorable boyfriend here wants me to, well you know…”
You actually blushed, and you nearly broke down laughing when you saw the amount of sheer shock written into Taehyung’s face.
“He wants YOU to fuck HIM?” She spoke in the calmest and most serious tone.
You couldn’t help but to giggle as you nodded your head, and followed her to the other side of the store. Taehyung’s palms were getting sweaty, and you were thriving over the fact that the king of embarrassing you was actually getting a taste of his own medicine.
The older woman showed the two of you some belts and straps, and explained that the attachment came separately, “but it makes it nice when your dildo collection starts to grow, and trust me- it will!”
You and Taehyung just nodded at her every word, and glanced awkwardly at the dildos on display in front of you before he finally reached for one.
It was probably 18 inches long, and honestly kind of terrifying. The woman quirked a brow at Taehyung.
“What about this one?”
“It’s uh–” you examined the length of the box. “A bit long, don’t you think?”
Taehyung finally broke, and burst out laughing. “I have no clue what we are doing.”
“Taehyung I thought you had experience!” You shot back. “What was all that nonsense about Jungkook getting the best nut of his life!”
The woman must have felt uncomfortable by this point because she finally left the two of you on your own.
“I do, I just didn’t buy the stuff…”
You shook your head, and glanced back to the display in front of you. You knew you couldn’t buy something too thick, or Jungkook would panic the entire time. You needed something the perfect length, a little thin, and maybe… Masculine for his ego.
You spotted the perfect black dildo, it was thin but curvy. Its curves almost reminded you of four small ping pong balls tucked in a little black contraption. It had a cheesy slogan that said “A Little Black Magic Never Hurt Anyone.”
“Is this masculine?” You finally spoke as you reached for the box. “I mean, that’s his biggest fear about this whole thing. So I think if i got something a bit more discreet Jungkook would be more relaxed, and enjoy it more.”
Taehyung took his time looking over the box. “Honestly, I think it would be perfect.”
“Really?” A tinge of nervousness slipped out through your words.
Taehyung smiled sweetly and ruffled your hair. “I feel like a proud brother dropping his little sister off at her first day of school.” He shivered at his last word. “Except school is Jungkook’s asshole. Yep. It got weird. Let’s not talk about it.”
The moment you stepped into the house you called Jungkook, and to no surprise, he didn’t answer. You rolled your eyes and opted to take a long bubble bath. You even threw in two bath bombs, because by damn, you deserve it.
By the time you had finished off some leftovers from the fridge and flopped on to the couch to catch up on Big Brother it was almost 9 p.m.
Finally your phone rang, and you skipped the hello entirely. “Where have you been all day?!”
Jungkook chuckled. “I told you I was helping Nana plant petunias.”
“Okay but,” you sighed. “You kind of, you know…”
“Is something wrong?”
“It’s just. Earlier-” You struggled, “with the panties…”
"Babe, Taehyung already texted me, and told me all about the bruises you left on his arm while you came.”
“UH, BUT I DIDN’T!?” Your words came out as more of a question than a statement.
“What do you mean?” Jungkook shot back. “He literally sent me a picture of his arm.”
“No, I was clinging to him.” You let out a frustrated sigh, “I mean you shut them off right before I could–”
A fit of laughter interrupted you. “I shut them off right before you could cum?!”
You glared, as if Jungkook could actually see your expression.
“It’s not funny, Kook.” You whined, “I’ve never been denied an orgasm before…”
You listened as Jungkook shifted a bit on the other end of the phone. You imagined him adjusting himself, hopefully growing hard at the thought of you needing release. Wearing nothing but those tight black boxer briefs, biting his lip, and running his palm over his growing bulge.
Without noticing you let out a little moan into the phone, completely lost in your thoughts.
“W-what are you doing?”
You giggled, realizing you and Jungkook had never had phone sex before. Sexting, sure. But you were never apart long enough for phone sex to ensue, and usually the moment sexting started Jungkook was climbing into your bed to finish you off himself.
“What if I’m touching myself?” you cooed.
Jungkook sighed, and you relaxed into the sofa. “Are you?”
“Mmm,” you hummed as you slipped your hand in the band of your pajamas, and pressed your middle finger into the damp spot left in your underwear. “Fuck, I- miss you, Jungkook.”
“You want me to come home babe?” He pressed. “do you need my cock?”
You gasped. “I need it so bad, baby…”
There was more scuffling on the other end of the phone, and you assumed he was getting in a comfortable position to touch himself with you.
Until a soft hum started in your panties as he turned on the bullet for a second time today. You pressed your palm against the small deviced tucked in the panties, and whimpered.
“Damn, you actually put them back on, baby?”
You just hummed in response, but deep in the back of your mind scolded yourself for how desperately you waited all night for him to turn them on when you very well could have used another toy to get yourself off. All you could do is whine as the bullets vibrations intensified. You enjoyed this a lot more than you liked to admit.
“Jungkook,” A soft moan slipped past your lips, “more. God, please turn it up more.”
You rubbed your palm in circles, pressing the bullet into your clit, and around every sensitive nerve. The humming grew louder, and the sensation was so strong now that your back arched slightly, and your voice cracked as you tried to say his name again.
“I can’t hear you.” Jungkook’s voice was honey smooth, “Tell me how good it feels, baby.”
“Ju-Jungkook.” You mumbled through ragged breaths, “I’m already so, so wet.”
“It could be my tongue you know,” he hissed. “God damn, I wish my head was buried between your thighs.”
You lifted your hips, rolling your hand firmly against the panties and trying to keep your breathing from turning completely erratic. You already felt the heat pooling in the pit of your abdomen, and knew from being denied earlier you’d cum much quicker, and so much harder.
Jungkook was quiet for a few minutes, indulging in the perfect sounds and mixture of his name that seemed to roll off your tongue. He knew you were close, and in a groan of frustration he stopped the vibrating completely.
“Babe no! Please!” you shouted, “not again!”
“Beg for it babe.” He shot back cockily, “Beg like you do for my cock.”
“Baby… Please, I need to cum so bad that it hurts. Please babe.”
You were almost in tears, and it must have been evident in your voice because immediately the vibrations kicked on full force.
Moan after moan ripped from your lungs, and with your free hand you slipped two fingers past your panties to touch yourself.
“That’s it babe,” Jungkook cooed from the other line. “Think about how hard I’m going to be for you when I get home.”
You moaned again, scissoring your fingers inside of you, and rubbing the bullet more harshly against your clit.
“Imagine first thing tomorrow when I see you,” His voice sounded completely lust-blown, and you imagined him stroking his cock to the sounds you were making for him–because of him.
“I’m gonna pin you against the wall and fuck you right there in the living room. Fuck, I’m gonna make you cum so many times.”
You response came in a stuttered moan of his name. You slipped your fingers out, and grabbed the edge of the couch as you nearly toppled off from arching your back so high.
“Oh my god! Keep talking. I’m so fucking close babe. Oh fuck.”
Jungkook let a quiet moan slip out, and you felt it through your entire body. Your toes curled, and you felt your walls clenching against nothing.
“I’m going to bend you over that little spot in the kitchen that you like so much, grab ahold of your hair, and fuck you until the counter leaves bruises in your hips.”
Jungkook didn’t make it halfway through his sentence before your orgasm pushed through your entire body. You were positive the way you screamed his name would have the neighbors come knocking for a noise complaint.
Your legs shook almost violently, and Jungkook must have forgotten about controlling the panties because you had to rip them off to stop the overstimulation.
The line was quiet, and you calmed your breathing, and let out a few whines to help you gain your composure.
“Fuck,” He finally muttered. “I fucking miss you.”
“Jungkook,” you giggled. “Turn the panties off.”
You watched them crawling across the floor as the bullet still vibrated inside of them before finally coming to a stop.
Jungkook laughed, and the two of you sat in a content silence for a moment before you sighed. “Did Taehyung tell you we went shopping today?”
“Oh,” You laughed nervously as you thought up an excuse to not give away the little gift you had bought for Jungkook. “Well this lady was way weird, I’ll tell you about it when you come home.”
You forced yourself to get off the couch, and make your way to the bedroom. Your eyes were so heavy, and you were barely replying with more than a hum or a small giggle as Jungkook talked to you about his weekend.
“Baby, I love you.” He cooed, and you let sleep take over.
In the morning you woke a bit disoriented, and extremely bummed that you had fallen asleep on Jungkook while he was talking. You stretched for your phone, but mentally slapped yourself for not plugging it in when you found it dead.
The moment your feet touched the ground, the bedroom door crept open, and before you could even register what was happening Jungkook had you back on the bed, practically smothering you with kisses.
You got excited, and shoved him off of you to run into the living room and grab the little black box. He followed suit with a shit eating grin, wrapped his arms around you from behind, and rested his head on your shoulder.
You turned around and handed in him the box with a devilish grin.
Namjoon x Reader // College!AU, Rugby!AU // 12.8k words
Summary: You wanted nothing more than to leave behind your old self when you graduated from high school and moved on to college to play rugby but when you see your high school classmate, resident fuckboy and captain, Kim Namjoon, at the rugby department orientation, you feel like everything might fall apart.
A/N: lmao soz for the weird header but I couldn’t find a good gif. Anyway, this was once supposed to be part of a collab but I’ve since revamped it and I hope you guys like it!! this one’s mainly for @hijoonie who sent me numerous encouraging messages when I talked about how inadequate I felt compared to those other bigger writers (’: I hope you like it!!
Forgettable. A single word that
encapsulated who you were. You drifted in and out of high school, always in
class, always present at practice yet whenever your name was mentioned, the
usual response is a short pause before they say something along the lines
of, oh right, her… I think I’ve seen her around before…
It wasn’t that the people in your
school were overtly unfriendly in any way but you had come in to the school
halfway through sophomore year, the only new face they had seen in years and
the stares you got made you feel so out of place. Just about everyone had their
own group of friends and it just seemed like there was no space for you or at
least that’s what you told yourself. You hated the move to this new town, to be
uprooted from the place you had called home for so many years and you were so,
so bitter. Dread was all you felt whenever you woke up in a house that wasn’t
familiar and gloom was all that surrounded you when you walked on a path to a
school you didn’t recognise.
Your classmates were excited of
course, about Y/N the new transfer student but you didn’t seem to share in that
emotion, always trying to push them away. You didn’t want to like this town and
so, subconsciously you were trying to make it seem like this school was a
horrible place. It was an almost masochistic way of living, if you will.
Slowly, your classmates gave up on trying to include you in their conversations
because they weren’t going to waste their time on someone who just wanted to be
Year after year, you sat in your
seat, letting yourself stew in thoughts about how much better your life would’ve
been if you hadn’t moved, hatred brewing within you with each passing day. Wake
up, school, homework, sleep, repeat. That was all you did for 3 years. In a
way, you weren’t really making the most out of your time at high school. You
were simply drifting through life, trying your best to get through high school
unscathed. Sad. It’s the only word that could describe what you were but you
only had you and your stubbornness to blame.
Okay, so using her super suit to make out with her crush was probably not the intended use of her powers, but Ladybug figured that she’d been a good superhero for long enough that she was entitled to a little bit of inappropriate conduct. Just a little bit.
Granted, the way Adrien moaned into her mouth when she slid her hands under the hem of his shirt felt more than just a little bit inappropriate, but, well. Semantics.
Also: totally worth it.
Especially when she finally managed to get his shirt off all the way.
Adrien collapsed back onto his pillows, panting through kiss-bitten lips and blinking at her with heat-glazed eyes, and Ladybug, as much as she wanted to just crawl on top of him and take him, had to sit back and admire the view for a moment.
This, of course, did not go unremarked.
“See something you like?” Adrien rasped, palms up and laid by his head, soft and open and so delectable Ladybug thought she might need another moment or twenty.
“Mhmm…” she agreed on a sigh, mouth watering and thighs twitching where they rested around his hips.
Surprise and embarrassment and flustered pleasure flashed across his face, like he somehow hadn’t expected that.
“What?” she asked, more amused than she maybe should have been. He was cute, he was really cute, and everything from the modeling contract to the battalions of fangirls should’ve made sure he knew that, and yet every time she pointed it out… “Why are you so surprised?”
He turned a little redder, the blush touching his shoulders before a glint of mischief entered his eye.
“No one knows what to do when senpai notices them, m— Ladybug,” he assured her, a crooked, heart-tripping little smirk hooking the corner of his mouth. “No one.”
She stared at him, fighting down the oddest urge to pick him and shake him. And then kiss him. Or maybe kiss him and then shake him. Or maybe kiss him and shake him at the same time.
Her crush (boyfriend? paramour? beau?) was a meme lord.
What the fuck.
The glint of mischief dulled as she stayed silent, replaced inch-by-inch with… something that looked an awful lot like uncertainty.
Ladybug thought that it was spectacularly unfair that he could give her butterflies with something as stupid as this, a tumble of something that couldn’t be laughter making her chest ache.
Adrien’s eyes dimmed.
Ladybug snapped herself out of it.
(Denial or no, she wouldn’t stand for sad.)
Adrien’s yelp as she pounced on him was a noise she was going to treasure for a long time.
“So,” she said, leaning over him with her sharkiest smile and thrilling right down to her toes when his eyes went wide and his blush went about three shades darker. “If no one knows, does that mean it’s up to senpai to decide?”
“Uh,” said Adrien, faintly.
“Because, you know,” and she trailed her fingers down his jaw to catch his chin, finishing in a purr, “I have some… ideas.”
“Oh,” said Adrien, very, very faintly.
“If you’re interested,” she added, whispering the words over his lips as she lowered herself down, stopping barely a centimeter from his mouth.
A moment of silence, and then:
Ladybug’s laugher burst free of her, muffled immediately by Adrien’s mouth, and oh…
This was so, so, so worth the look Tikki was going to give her when she got back.
watching dan and phil play the mark of oxin made me feel that they are a beautiful set of friends,,, phil’s laugh throughout the two episodes is so beautiful,,, and dan’s smile at the little mistakes that phil made during his debut while making the mark of oxin at 14 was so delectable,,,, they have a relationship that i desperately aspire for
Y’know I know some people are not 100% Terry Hype or even love-to-hate on the guy, mostly because of Who He Replaced, but - I have a bit of a thinky thought on that…
I think maybe in the midst of the incredible emotional devastation that was Scanlan leaving, people might have…either missed or glossed over or forgotten or something - the fact that Scanlan was pretty clear about the fact he’d return.
Obviously that was a killer scene, and I’m not saying you shouldn’t be upset about it - feel your feels, by all means! I’ll miss him too - but I never once got the impression that Scanman was gone for good. Am I alone on that, or did you guys sense that too? He said to Vax that they’d have the conversation about the note when he got back, and that he needed to be a Shorthalt for a while. It’s not a goodbye forever, it’s very much a hiatus.
(Interestingly enough, I think the character sheets help convince me of that. He didn’t tear Scanlan’s up or toss it out or anything, no big symbolic goodbye. He just…put it away, and pulled out Terry’s).
And what makes me more certain of that than anything is Terry. Because Terry is designed to be so deliciously delectably hate-able. Unless he really takes off in terms of popularity or ends up with a really amazing surprise character arc (and who knows? This show is very unpredictable after all) he’s there to make us, and Vox Machina, miss and appreciate Scanlan. And by Vex’s “this piece of shit would never replace him”, it’s already working.
And the last thing that keeps my confidence that Scanlan’s departure is temporary is the thought that if there’s any player in the world who simply could not resist the appeal of a last-minute big-damn-heroes rescue from out of nowhere it’d be Scanlan fucking Shorthalt played by Sam fucking Riegel.
The moment you got back to your hotel after long day with your family, you plopped down onto the bed; sighing in pure relief as the pillow-y mattress relieved your aching back.
Suddenly the muffled sound of your ringtone playing and followed by the irregular vibrating filled the room. “Crap..” You huffed, thinking it was one of your cousins until you lifted your phone up to your face.
A bright grin painted across your face the instant you saw his name on the screen, immediately you answered and his lovely face appeared.
His plush lips curled up in a soft smile, “Hey baby.” He cooed, giving you a slight wave. “How’s the visit with your family going?”
“Well..” You pouted, holding the camera up as you ruffled your messy hair. “It’s been good, we had a little family gathering today and a bunch of my family came.” You said with a soft nod, “It was good, but I got so sad when they asked why you weren’t with me.”
Jimin automatically pouted, looking like a complete cherub as always. “I’m sorry babygirl, you know I wish I could’ve been there with you.”
Nodding again, you offered him a sweet reassuring smile, “It’s okay, sweet pea.” You added, “I just really, really miss you- I feel so lonely.”
His lips pursed together, “I know, I miss you too.” He hummed, running his fingers through his soft brunette hair. “I miss your kisses and cuddles so much, but-” He began, holding back his giggles as he attempted to keep a straight face, “-If you were here I’d beat that pussy up like you never felt before.” Immediately the two of you broke out into laughter as you remembered the song Namjoon did years ago.
Once you both calmed down, you rolled your eyes at him while biting your lower lip. “I can’t believe you said that, babe.” You sighed, cupping your cheek in your hand, “But if I’m being honest, I really wish you were here fucking me right now.”
Jimin’s eyes widen as his bit his lower lip, shaking his head; the corner of his mouth lifted in a dumbfounded smirk, “You’re so fucking lucky everyone’s asleep, jagi.”
Instinctively, your free hand travel down to your lower half- swiftly pushing up your skirt, teasing your clothed core. “Why, Daddy?” You cooed, lightly nipping at your lip as the wetness between your legs increased, “What would you do, huh?”
Immediately, he could tell what you were trying to do. Licking those oh-so delectable lips of his, he raised his brow at you. “Daddy would definitely have to punish you babygirl.” He began, his tone changing from sweet and cute to absolute sex.
Pushing your panties to the side, your fingers lightly traced up and down your drenched slit, “Oh really?” You airily replied, slightly hissing as you grazed your hardened clit.
“Of course princess.” Jimin smoothly replied, the sound of his belt and jeans coming undone followed. “Oh fuck..” He groaned, “Daddy’s so fucking hard because you, little girl.”
Seeing his lust darkened eyes fixating on you and hearing the desire in his voice turned you on, on a whole other level. You let out a delicate, needy little moan as you teased your entrance just before sliding two of you small fingers deep inside of you. “Da- Daddy~” You purred, throwing your head back into your pillows as you imagined he was the one deep inside you.
“Fuck, you look so pretty babygirl.” He groaned, angling the camera down slightly- showing you his hardened cock as he grabbed the base of it.
“Look at what you’ve done to Daddy babygirl. Look at how hard I am for you.”
“Fuck, I wish I was inside you princess..”
“The moment you come home I’m going fuck your brains out- I’m gonna make that pretty little pussy of yours scream.”
Summary: I’d like to see you try. Yugyeom x Reader. Smut
Notes: For a few vague references to make sense read Backseat
It’s a little past midnight.
You’ve had a long day. The kind of long where you want to laze around in your bubble bath for two hours watching random episodes and immediately fall asleep afterwards. Unfortunately, you get no time for the bubble bath because you spend your time finishing up the pending art work.
Genre: Romance Fluff/Angst/ Future Smut - Vampire and Royalty AU
Characters: Kai x OC x Sehun
Description: When the annual choosing ceremony comes rolling through, Lee Sora is confident a plain Jane like her won’t get chosen. Which is fine because she had no intention of ever becoming any of the Kings’ chosen queen. Imagine her surprise though when King Kai sets his sights firmly on her. Once a vampire king has decided, there’s no going back.
She was delicate, delectable and so undeniably beautiful that he couldn’t help but sit back in his seat and take her in. Molten chocolate eyes stared back at him, dark brown curls framed her face and cascaded down her back. She was small, petite even, but she had a curvaceous body that had him drooling. And more than enough fierceness and determination to match.
“Why did Sehun…I mean King Sehun choose that woman? She didn’t want him. It’s nothing short of barbaric.” The moment the words were out, she bit down on her plump bottom lip as if though scolding herself for even daring to speak against Sehun.
It was with great effort that he managed to tear his gaze away from her lips. “It’s understandable that she is afraid, yet you must know that her fear is unjustified. Sehun might be a bastard but he would never force himself on a female.”
“She doesn’t know him and she didn’t look like she wanted anything to do with him.”
He smiled at his female, how bizarre was it that she could care for the wellbeing of a woman she has no ties to. His female was a strange one. “Are you afraid?”
Confusion flashed across her features, her head tilting to the side. Her heartbeat remained steady. The only time it had skipped a single beat was when he shook her hand. “Should I be?”
Kai made no move to answer her question. Instead, he patted at his lap. “Come sit here.”
“I don’t think so.” Her eyes widened, defiance gleaming in their mist.
“I won’t bite. Not much anyway.”
Sora made a noise of refusal, leaving Kai with no choice but to lean forward and clasp her by the waist before carefully sliding her onto his thighs. This is where she belonged. In his arms.
“No. Hey, stop! I really don’t think that this—” she ended the sentence with a sound of utter frustration. She squirmed on his lap but made no clear move to push herself away from him. “I’m too heavy to be—”
“Bullshit, you weigh no more than a delicate flower.” He left his hands encased around her waist, giving it a moderate squeeze that an airy gasp escaping her lips to emphasize his point.
A pink rosy blush spread across her cheeks and it amazed him so much how well it suited her equally as rosy lips.
“I realize that humans don’t have great senses, so it would help if you put your nose into my neck.”
She shook her head. “No way.”
“If you were to scent me, you would understand what it is I need to explain to you.” He inched his head to the side and gestured to his neck.
“I really…” She stammered, her eyes flickering towards anything that wasn’t his exposed neck.
Surprisingly, she obeyed. Her hot breath fanned against his skin. A lesser man would’ve reacted by pressing her to him and by ordering Jongdae stop the vehicle so that he could take her. Against a tree, on the soft earth. It wouldn’t matter just as long as he was inside her.
But just because he was a vampire, didn’t mean he was an animal. She squirmed some more but his hands held her firmly in place. If she moved just a little bit higher she’d know exactly how she was affecting him.
“And?” He arched a brow at her.
“And what?” Her voice was shaky, her pulse gaining speed with every moment. But the real proof of how affected she was by him was the scent of arousal that filled the small confines of the vehicle.
“Do you like the way I smell?”
Kai chuckled. “My turn
Without giving her any chance to protest, he buried his head into the crook of her neck and nuzzled away at the soft skin before inhaling deeply. Sora released a breathy moan and the sound traveled all the way down the already stuffy confines of his pants.
She tensed, her body going rigged. “Please don’t eat me.”
“I promise that when I…eat you, you’ll love every minute.” He pulled back catching her look of shock as her cheeks flushed.
Part of him wanted to apologize, but she was here as his soon to be mate. His chosen female. If he were to follow tradition, he would bed her immediately. Seal the deal as soon as they made it back to the manor house, but some traditions could be altered. Kai would give her a chance to come to terms with her circumstances first before making her his.
“It’s okay, little one. You don’t have to admit what your senses are telling you. I’ll just be the honest one for both of us.” She moved to turn he head away from him, but he simply caught her chin between his fingers. “I love your scent, I will even begin to crave it once we are mated. I knew you were mine from the moment I caught a hint of your scent. I’ve never come across anything like it. On a baser, instinctual level, you will feel the same way about me soon enough.”
It was true. Kai had known she was the missing puzzle piece to his life the very moment he stepped onto the platform and caught a single hint of her vanilla scent. But he hadn’t been the only one ensnared by her. He had sensed Sehun’s intrigue in the feisty female far before she even opened her mouth. A huge part of had feared that the bastard would snatch her up, he couldn’t put anything past that bastard.
That lush lip went back between her teeth.
She blinked up at him. “Stop what?”
“You keep biting on your lip. It’s distracting me, makes me want to kiss you.”
Sora’s eyes widened and she pursed her lips instead, it was almost as if though she thought the action was enough to sway him from craving her lips. This was going to be a very long few days. He wanted a relationship born out of mutual respect. If that meant taking it slow then so be it. Kai would not push her into anything she wasn’t ready for, he would never dream of it.
“Oh my,” she gasped suddenly, her gaze trained on the tinted window of the SUV and Kai glanced behind him to see just what had caught his female’s attention.
They had driven through the main gates of his land and were rounding the bend. The manor house had come into view in all of its magnificent glory.
“Is this where your people live?”
He tried to suppress a laugh at the childlike wonder in her voice but failed. “No, I live here. The grounds are vast, no need to share.”
He nodded, “And my staff.”
She turned her focus back to him, curiosity brimming in those molten chocolate pools of hers. “Where does Sehun live?”
Kai all but turned to stone beneath her, his hands tightening on her waist so swiftly that it was hard to mistake the action for anything less than possessive.
“Why do you want to know so much about him?” His smoldering gaze held hers.
Sora frowned at him. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought he was jealous. “I’m interested and I don’t want to hear that girl’s screams of horror.”
His eyes narrowed. “Any screams you would hear would be screams of pleasure. I assure you. Unless…” he paused, a single beat passing before he shook his head from side to side. “Never mind. Sehun does not live here. We are birth enemies. You will never have to see him again.”
“Birth enemies? What does that mean?”
“Our fathers were enemies before we were born which makes us birth enemies.”
Sora grimaced at the thought. “Sheesh, talk about holding a grudge.”
A smile tugged away the corner of his mouth, a single hand left her waist to smooth away a stray curl from her face. If it helps any, we are no longer at war. A truce has existed for the last twenty or so years.”
“But you don’t chat?”
He chuckled, it was heart-warming and she hated herself for loving the sound of it so much. “No, we very definitely do not chat.”
“He’s not your brother or anything is he?”
“No. Enough about Sehun.” He growled.
Sora had to work to keep herself from biting down on her lip, a habit she had never thought of much before, but things were different now. Having Kai kiss her would be bad. Oh so very bad considering she still had to convince him to let her go so she could get off his lap and actually start formulating a plan on how to convince him to let her go.
The vehicles ground to a halt directly in front of a set of stairs that led to immense double doors. Sora had meant to ask him how old he was, but she found her attention ensnared by the beautiful house and the lavish grounds that surrounded it. Two wings of old school with a distinctly modern twist. Slanting slate roof tiles with wooden, roof trusses and enormous glass windows. Flat green lawns, a lake, even a sprawling forest. Acres of land as far as the eye could see.
Kai cleared his throat and her eyes shot up to meet his amused features, his hands squeezing at her waist.
They had been parked for several moments and she was still on his lap. She scrambled to the side and off his lap, shuffling across seats to the door on the far end of the SUV. But she had hardly made any progress on putting distance between them before Kai grabbed hold and tugged her back to him.
“This way, little one.”
He grinned at her he gestured with his head to the already open door on his side of the SUV. She had the sudden ridiculous urge to kiss him and that gorgeous mouth of his. Not going there.
The iron knocker of the large mansion doors was shaped like a bat and she couldn’t help but feel it was someone’s idea of some sick and twisted joke. Even humans knew vampires didn’t turn flipping flapping creatures of the night.
The interior of the house was somewhere beyond impressive, more into the realm of awe-inspiring. Plush carpets, gleaming wooden floors and big crystal chandeliers. Real crystal no doubt. A nobody like her didn’t belong in this world.
“So, you’re seriously loaded?”
Her brain and her mouth were still clearly not in sync but before she could apologize, Kai chuckled once more and squeezed her hand in his. “Old money.”
“And a fair amount of it is rather new…” A new voice sounded from above them and Sora looked up just in time to see a woman as small and petite as she herself, though it was soon revealed that the woman still had about an inch or two on her.
She had the most perfect porcelain skin Sora had ever seen and stunning blonde cropped hair that framed her face too perfectly. She was gorgeous and the beautiful smile she graced Sora with only added a bubbly personality to the mix too.
“Sora, this is Taeyeon. My assistant, but starting today she’ll be your right hand.”
“Are you a vampire?”
Taeyeon cocked her head, a gleeful smile tugging at her lips. “A woman not afraid to speak her mind. I can tell I’m going to like you. I am a vampire and you…you must be tired after the day you’ve had. Can I show you to your quarters?”
Kai turned to face her. “Taeyeon will take of your every need. I’ll come for you at dinner. Until then, please don’t be afraid to spend time with Taeyeon.”
Soara nodded and allowed herself to be led by the other woman, she could feel Kai’s eyes on her even as she followed Taeyeon up the tall staircase.
Her quarters turned out to be bigger than her whole apartment.
“Jesus…I mean goodness. This place is stunning.”
Taeyeon grinned at her, her small hands wrapping around Sora’s in delight. “You are so adorable! I can see why Kai chose you.”
“Oh, you mean another reason other than I smell like I might be a good fuck…” She bit at her bottom lip. “Apologies, I’m trying not to swear so much. It’s a nasty habit I pick up when I’m overwhelmed.”
Taeyeon’s bright smile didn’t falter one bit. “Please don’t hold back on my account. All relationships need to start somewhere and if you ask me, being good together in bed is a good foundation.” She winked and ran her hands up and down Sora’s arm, an action that was so familiar to the comforting touch of her best friend Yoona. “You’re so small. It’s not often that I meet people even tinier than me. I’m a little scared Kai will break you.”
Sora’s eyes widened. “Break me?”
This time Taeyeon’s smile did fade, a slight pout pushing at her pink lips. “I don’t want to scare you, but there is always a great risk when humans mate with vampires. There can be…damage. Not all survive.”
Fuck, oh fuck.
Sora reeled away from the small vampire and she watched as concern flashed across Taeyeon’s face, one small hand reaching out to her.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. Kai is a good man. He’d never hurt anyone. I’m sorry if this is too much for you, Sora. Let me draw you a lavender bath. It’ll help you relax.”
“No,” Sora shook her firmly. “I need to leave. I don’t belong here.”
“Kai is your mate and this is your home. And I,” Taeyeon gestured to herself. “Am your friend. We will all do our best to take care of you here. You should be glad you did not end up with Sehun.”
With that the small vampire turned and disappeared through a large white door, leaving Sora to trail behind her into the huge restroom complete with a Jacuzzi bath which Taeyeon wasted no time fiddling with.
“Relax. Freshen up. I’ll send for Yuri to massage and dress you.”
Relaxing wasn’t an option. Not when there was still so much she didn’t understand.
“I still don’t understand. Why does he need to mate with a human in the first place? I’m sure they could have their pick of vampire females that could handle them.”
Taeyeon glanced up from the rising water of the tub, her brows furrowed. “Although on the rare occasion, it is possible for vampires to breed with one another, our wombs will not quicken with royal seed. The whole turn a human into a vampire myth is just that, a myth.”
“Are you trying to tell me that they are taking mates to bear their children?”
“Their heirs.” Taeyeon corrected as she sat up and turned off the taps. “It is imperative that the bloodlines continue, this is for the safety of the covens. The shifters…or the elven-kind would exterminate our species in years to come otherwise. If the kings do not take human females then the royal lines would die out. With the lack of dominant royal blood to rule, our species would become extinct. The covens would eventually implode.”
Her fate, it seemed, was sealed. If she somehow managed to survive the mating, she would end up barefoot and pregnant. Locked away in this beautiful prison.