“I’m very busy right now and you’re distracting me.” + Namjoon
Namjoon was bent over his studio desk while you were sitting on a sofa. As
you were bored (because Jonnie was
ignoring you) your mind started to drift to last night. When you were the one bent over the desk and
being fucked by Joonie. How good his hard cock felt in your tight hole. How
good it felt when you came over and over again… The sacred place between
your legs started to tingle. You slid your hand to reduce the tingles (even if they felt really really good).
You moaned when your hand reached the place but you wished it was Joonie‘s
hands. As an imagine of Namjoon masturbating you crept in to your head you let
out a breathy moan ‘‘Joonie“. Namjoon‘s
ears immediately perked up. He listened to your moans and felt how his cock
poked his boxers and wanted to be in your cave. But he wanted to tease you
since you started to touch yourself while he was working. “I’m very busy right
now and you’re distracting me. But since you want me so bad I guess I can
give you some.”You couldn’t be even happier when Namjoon stood up and bent over you to attack your neck.
“She was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls if you hold hands with them, their goddam hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they’d bore you or something. Jane was different. We’d get into a goddam movie or something, and right away we’d start holding hands, and we wouldn’t quit till the movie was over. And without changing the position or making a big deal out of it. You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.”
Just as a note, D/N means ‘daughter’s name’. Enjoy!
You had been married to Izuku for a little over two years now, and life couldn’t be more perfect. He was living his dream as a pro-hero, and you were soon going to publish your first book– and in just one month, you were going to have your first child. Everything was picture perfect.
You stood over the stove, cooking dinner and humming happily. It was supposed to be Izuku’s night to cook, but you had decided to cook for him. Besides, you had nothing better to do. With the baby soon arriving, Izuku had made sure you did nothing that he could handle himself. Hell, he made sure you did nothing at all. He waited on you hand and foot, and while it was very sweet of him to care so much for you and your daughter, he seemed to forget that you were only human and tend to get bored.
“Y/N! I’m home– why are you cooking dinner? It was supposed to be my turn to cook.” Izuku said, pouting a bit as he made his way toward you. You simply chuckled, kissing him on the cheek. “Izuku,” You started, going back to the food at hand. “ you know that I hate doing nothing all day. Not to mention, you’ve been working so hard for me and the baby, I wanted to surprise you with your favorite meal.” You said to him. He seemed to accept that answer, as he just grinned and hugged you. After a minute, he bent down onto his knees, putting his head onto your stomach, and smiling softly as he felt his daughter kick. “Hehe, how’s my little girl doing?” He asked. You simply smiled, running your fingers through his hair. “She’s been kicking a lot more lately. It kinda hurts, but I’m glad to know she’s active.” You told him. Izuku let out a small laugh. “Hey D/N, I know you wanna come out and play with your mama already, but don’t go on and hurt her. She’s doing a lot for you.” He said to your stomach, kissing it lightly. You couldn’t help but giggle at your husband’s adorableness.
After a delicious meal, you both retreated to the couch, where you both watched a movie together. It was quiet, and simple, and very nice. With so much going on in your lives, it was a rare and much anticipated time for you both when you just had time to relax with each other. During the movie, Izuku absent-mindedly placed his hand on your baby bump, gently rubbing it. You smiled at the interaction. Your daughter wasn’t even born yet, but he loved her so much.
The movie ended, and Izuku yawned a bit and stretched out his back. “I guess it’s time for bed now, huh, Y/N? …Y/N?” He repeated, not hearing an answer from you. Looking down, he saw that you were fast asleep against him. He smiled, staring at you lovingly. Kissing your head, he picked you up and brought you to your bed, before crawling next to you. He stared at you, his eyes holding all the love in the world for you and your unborn daughter. He never expected his life to be so good, and he didn’t know what on earth he did to be so blessed.
Can I have some Alana helping me revise and then some cuddles and kisses because I'm doing loads of work rn please
- Alana is the ultimate study buddy - so good at helping you out - she always knows exactly how to explain things so you understand - and she was the b e s t at revising your work - she gave the best comments - okay anyways when you studied Alana was super focused on it - but afterwards there were so many cuddles - so when you were revising she made sure you were focused - helped you stay on task even when you got bored - but if you got stressed or annoyed Alana knew what to do - you guys obviously took breaks to cuddle and talk about later plans and stuff - but when you got stressed out she would make you stop - and she’d curl up right next to you and kiss your face until you were laughing - “I know you’ve got this babe” - so much encouragement - after you calmed down a bit you’d get back to work - when you finally finished she’d be so happy - really sweet and light kisses on your forehead - smiling into them - then you’d put on a movie or listen to some music and curl up together - A+ study buddy
A/N: Guys!!! I’m seriously blown away at all the commotion and excitement around Skyline. In the two days that I’ve posted it, I’ve had to turn off my notifications just because they were blowing up!! Thank you so much for all that you’ve done and, hopefully, will continue to do…as there will be a Skyline pt. 3 and possibly pt. 4!! One quick thing I’d like to mention, however, is that I’ve gotten a lot of requests to tag people in my writing. While I’m honoured that you guys want to know as soon as possible when I update, I’ve had so many people request to be on a tags list that I’ve just decided not to do one. I don’t ever want to leave someone out or forget about someone, so I thought it’d be best to not have one at all. I really hope this doesn’t affect you guys too much, but if you follow me, I usually give pretty regular updates on what’s going to be coming soon. And, with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!!
It had taken a few weeks, but life after your meeting with Spider-Man had finally returned to normal. The groups of people hanging around your locker had broken up, the teachers stopped questioning you in front of class, and only three people asked if you had Spider-Man’s number when they wrote in your yearbook. Despite the attention you had received, however, your school year had come to an uneventful close. And although you were grateful the interrogations had stopped, you were less than overjoyed about the dullness your days had once again become coloured with.
Your time was filled with events in which variety was far and few. You woke up at the same time, ate the same breakfast, took care of the same two year old next door, visited your same friends, and tried not to notice the slow ticking of the clock on the wall. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the time with your friends, or your favourite toddler; it was just that you felt…different. Different in a way that you couldn’t explain, or even put into words. Just different.
Summary: You and Hoseok have been best friends since you were young. Your friendship with him, was struck as odd since you were a cat hybrid, while he was a dog hybrid. But that didn’t matter, that is until you both start attending university. What happens when one of you unexpectedly goes into heat?
Pairing: Jhope x Reader
Genre: Smut (M), hybrid!au, Cat hybrid reader, Dog hybrid Jhope
Word Count : 5.5k
A/N: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex, cum play, bondage, oral, etc. Heavy dom/sub undertones. Lmao this is just a sinful read. I’m a sucker for hybrid aus, so i had to make one ;) Anywho, this is a mature read! You have been warned!
You’ve known Hoseok since you were nine years old. At the
time, you were just a quiet little kitten, who didn’t have many friends.
Hoseok, was an annoying hyperactive puppy, who everybody adored in your class.
He didn’t really bother you that much, until you became desk partners. That’s
when he thought it was okay to pop your ‘personal space bubble’ and sniff you,
every second he got.
“Why do you keep
trying to smell me!” the nine-year-old you shouted. This was the third time you
caught him in the act, ever since you became seat mates a week ago.
“I’m part canine!
That’s what we always do!” Hoseok explained, with a smile on his face. He
didn’t really know you that much, only that you were always super quiet. But he
wanted to change that, he wanted a feline as a friend for once.
“Well can you stop?
Its kinda weird,” you replied uncomfortably.
Including you, there
were only two other cat hybrids in your class, the rest were a split between
bunny, dog, and fox hybrids. Thus, you were extremely uncomfortable with this
puppy trying to get up all in your space. Besides, you were quite afraid of dog
hybrids since they could become aggressive easily.
“No, you’re weird,”
the puppy joked.
You finally turn to
glare at him, then let a hiss seethe through your teeth.
Anon asked “Can you please do a part 3 to ‘guys my age’ were Bucky asks reader for another lap dance”
A/N: The fic that started it all. I’m so glad people liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you want to be tagged. Also, dominant/jealous Bucky is just wow. Let me know if you want to be tagged HERE or HERE. Go away kids! And please use protection y’all.
Character Pairing: Demon!Bucky x DemonKing!Steve x Female Reader
Word Count: 2912
Warnings:NSFW 18+ Smut. M/M/F threesome, oral (male and female receiving) fingering, sexual penetration, female ejaculation (squirting), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) and swearing.
can you write one where bucky and steve are demons and they fuck angel reader and she squirts and bucky goes “ well damn stevie look at this”
A/N: Don’t judge me too harshly! This is my take on angels and demons!
“I thought you’ve been told not to come to our neck of the woods angel face.”
You squared your shoulders and walked straight past Bucky. You heard his heavy boots turn to follow you.
“Defiance,” he said as he sucked in through his teeth. “I like it. I thought angels were supposed to be sweet and innocent. A bit on the submissive side.”
Glancing at him over your shoulder, you smirked, “Goes to show how dumb you demons are.”
Bucky lunged forward and grabbed your forearm roughly. He backed you against the nearest wall and pushed his big body against yours, pinning you in place. “Tread carefully angel, I’ll make it to where not even your precious God can save you.”
You quirked a brow at him as you chuckled, “Your first mistake is thinking that I need to be saved,” you pushed against his chest, backing him up a step. “Besides, your King summoned me here.”
Were you supposed to be on your way to Peter’s right now? No. Did you tell Peter you were on your way to him right now? No.
You were bored as hell, it was as simple as that. You tried to entertain yourself in numerous ways, even attempting to do your pre-scheduled homework for tomorrow night. But that put your state of mind into greater boredom. So, you decided you would carry your bored, sorry ass all the way three blocks to Peter’s apartment. It’s not that you only did this when you were extremely bored, you did almost every day. It just turns out that today, Peter didn’t mention to you anything about working on homework or hanging out for the night. This surprised you to an extreme length, due to the fact you and Peter were stuck like glue all day, every day.
So, you being the nosy ass you were, you decided to investigate. Which worked out perfectly because you were bored as well! Of course your sneakiness did play a part in your feet carrying you to Peter’s that night, but it wasn’t only that. And it wasn’t just the boredom.
Maybe it was the pulsing excitement that ran through your veins every time Peter would run up to you with good news about his exciting double life. Or maybe it was the way your heart grew heavy in your chest when Peter’s lean, muscled body would sit closely next to you as you worked on homework, the heat radiating off his frame to hit yours. Or it might be just spending time with your best friend—correction, beautiful best friend, that caused your feelings to intensify as you got older. Maybe it was all of those things and more, that caused your mind to shift your boredom to Peter.
You admitted these intense feelings a while ago, your instinct immediately knowing your affection for the brown eyes, sweet smiling boy as soon as you laid your eyes on him ten years ago. Your friendship blossomed, consisting of ever lasting laughs and good times, it was what everyone dreamed of in a relationship.
The only problem was, the feeling was only one sided. To your dismay, they were extremely one sided. Your friends would constantly say otherwise, swearing that he looked at you the exact way you gazed at him, but you never saw it. You knew they were just trying to make you feel better. Especially due to the fact Liz Allen was someone who constantly popped up in conversations between you and Peter. This obviously made you feel instant loss and regret. But if Peter was happy, you were happy.
You slowly let your yearning thoughts of Peter vanish before arriving at Peter’s door. You sigh, grabbing the key underneath the mat Aunt May had told you about and open the door, the silence hitting you. You shut the door slowly, walking through the living room area, searching for Peter in the so far vacant house. As no sign of Peter approaches, you walk to his bedroom door, knowing that he’d be in there. Your knuckles hit lightly against the white door, shoving one hand in your side jacket pocket and the other holding your thermos with water as you wait for the door to open.
You hear the jiggle of the door knob and and look up, seeing a wondrous sight that made your eyes look everywhere place in the world besides Peter’s eyes.
“Oh, hey! What are you doing here?” he questioned kindly, quirking his head to the side at your sudden appearance at his door. You tried to remember to breath as your eyes came in contact with a very shirtless, very ripped, and very hot Peter standing before you. Clutching your cup tightly, your eyes lingered on his sculpted abs as your mouth stood agape at the sight before you.
Thank god for boredom. What would you without it?
“Y/N?” his voice quickly snapped your dirty thoughts of him out of your mind, disrupting everything good in this world. Y/E/C meets a playful brown as your mouth snaps shut, shaking your head vigorously as you leap out of a hazed state.
Almost breathlessly you rush out, “Oh! I-I was just really bored. Needed something to do,” you finish, shrugging your shoulders at your lousy interpretation of boredom.
He raised his eyebrows, opening the door farther for you to enter. You took note of his right muscle flexing at the stretch of his arm before he spoke, “Okay. Yeah, I’m just trying to get my homework done. Tony asked me to do something when I got done, and May’ll kill me if I leave without finishing it.”
You shook your head as a sign of understanding, noticing his seemingly stressed state as you sat down on his bed. He shut the door, turning towards you with his hands on his naked hips, “But yeah you can hang here, I’m just gonna finish the assignment for Algebra. You know how picky Ms. Roberts’ can be,” he chuckled lightly, smiling in your direction.
“Oh and those papers next to you are the chemistry homework, if you need to see it.“
You nodded, a close mouthed smile adorned your lips at his sweet gaze. He sighed before sitting down at his desk, continuing his work, leaving you there.
Is this a fucking joke? Is he seriously not going to put on a shirt? He’s never done this before! But, would you want him to? The view from here is fucking incredible. Boredom be damned.
Your eyes once again scaled his half naked body, but this time it was the back view you got to see. The lamp accompanied his brain in helping him finish his work, the remnants of the light shone on his back muscles. You felt your mouth open once again as you carved the muscles with your eyes, craving to run your fingers over every curve of his body. His bangin’ body was another added bonus to Peter Parker. His sweet smile, incredible personality, and extraordinary intelligence were the major factors that made you fall for him. But this, fuck. This was part of the premium package you didn’t know you had signed up for.
You dazedly watched his shoulder move with arm as he sketched the answer quickly on his paper, and sometimes bring his arm up and run his fingers through his ruffled brown locks. You suddenly remembered the drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, that had probably been there for minutes. You reached your arm up rapidly, attempting to wipe the drool silently and sneakily.
Well, that plan failed.
Because as soon as your hand hit the corner of your mouth, your elbow also hit your thermos, knocking it over and open, all over Peter’s chemistry homework that was lying next to you on his bed.
Eyes widened, your heart rate picked up as you made eye contact with the now soaking wet papers lying sloppily on his bed. A gasp emitted from your throat at the sight of the black ink spreading all over the drenched papers. ruining it even more. Well, your gasp awoke Peter from his intense gaze on his work to quickly looking behind him. His eyes grew at the sight of you directed to the now wet papers and thermos lying on top of them. Your mouth agape, you dared to look at Peter’s gaze hitting you like a brick wall.
He ran over to his ruined work, fingers picking up the wet paper, his gaze flashing from the homework to your guilty Y/E/C eyes staring deeply into his own, "Y/N WHAT THE HELL!”
You gaping lips barely stuttered out a response as you reached over and picked up the thermos, “P-Peter I’m so sorry! It was an accident I swear!” you rushed out, throwing the empty thermos to the ground before yanking the remaining papers off his bed and throwing them in the trash can next to you.
“Y/N THIS HOMEWORK TOOK ME FOREVER ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I WAS SO CLOSE TO BEING DONE! I CAN’T BELIEVE…”
Your eyes shut off instantly as Peter’s voice grew weak and strong at the same time, defeat yet anger taking over his demeanor. But, instead of listening to his rant about your previous actions, you watched his arms point from you to the papers, his bicep flexing every moment he stretched them. His eyebrows furrowed and raised at your gaze just staring at him like he’s speaking gibberish. But, you were noticing his arm and neck veins popping out at the stress in his voice and your insides turned gooey, his state turning you on a lot.
“… Mr. Stark needs me! He finally asked me to do something for once and I was so ready! Now May won’t let me go! Jesus Y/N, could you of been a little more careful? You-”
Your mind shut off his anger towards you, clouding with scandalous thoughts you’ve never thought of before. This caused your thoughts and apparently brain to shut down as you interrupted his rant.
“You’re hot when you’re angry.”
Oh my god. Those words did not just come out of your mouth. What the fuck are you thinking?! Holy shit he thinks you’re some creep-
“W-What did you just say?” Peter questioned, chest slowly deflating from his previous state. You felt your cheeks sprout bright red as his figure inched closer to yours. Your brain finally wanted to work again, your eyes peeking up from staring intently at the floor after your previous comment. His nerves rose immediately, realizing your thoughts on him.
“W-What? I didn’t say-”
“Yes you did. What did you say?” now Peter’s soft brown eyes were gazing intently in yours, his own cheeks matched yours, both flushed and embarrassed. His heart raced at your sudden exposed feelings towards him, and he couldn’t of been happier.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, biting your lip in guilt as your eyebrows furrowed, “I really didn’t mean to say that. I meant to s-say t-that you were scary when you’re angry, not h-hot. Not that you aren’t hot when y-you’re angry, because you are, obviously I mean look at you! O-Oh my god, I’ll just shut up!” you hollered, an extremely nervous chuckle sprang from your throat, attempting to cover up your immense awkwardness.
Peter’s cheeks flushed even more as he heard it roll off your pretty lips once again, a smile played across his own. His eyes sparkled at your red cheeks staring at the floor. He stepped forward slightly, his head daringly leaned towards your ear, his own nervousness growing per second.
Your heart beat sped at his closeness as his lips brushed your tinted-pink ear, his hot breath whispering against your heated skin, “Maybe I should make you angry sometime.”
And you’re pretty sure you died right then and there.
Once again, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained. I love you, B! This time around, the ever-so-lovely @chrissy22787 helped me out, and I thank you - immensely - for that, my dear friend.
Let me know what you think! Happy reading.
Even if Nick did piss him off, Harry couldn’t help but be proud of his best friend whenever he was awarded opportunities. He worked hard, and it was nice to see that hard work pay off in the end. So, when Nick mentioned that you were having a viewing party for his appearance on The Big Fat Quiz of the Year, Harry feared that he wouldn’t be able to celebrate the milestone with him.
“Ask her,” he demanded one afternoon.
Nick laughed, his eyes widening at Harry’s insistence. After little pleading from his friend, Nick sent a text asking you if Harry could be his plus one for the dinner party. Once he’d sent it, Harry forced Nick to show him the text for proof, figuring that it was just like him to say he’d asked you when he didn’t, instead showing up to the party with Harry anyway, thinking it was funny to throw both of you for a loop. Nick’s phone dinged minutes later, your name lighting up the screen. Your response of “Sure.” had caused Harry to go into an existential crisis, the wrinkle in his brow deep as he pulled at his lips.
“She doesn’t want me there,” he grunted. “‘m not goin’.”
• pairing: kim namjoon x reader, author! namjoon • genre/warnings: smut, slight angst, romance • words: 9,222 → summary: you find yourself becoming
captivated by a mysterious, handsome author, but you may have bitten off more
than you can chew… note. extracts
taken from the bts highlight reels, found here and the serendipity lyrics,
found here. Inspired by the song found here.
how would each member of BTS react to you talking dirty in spanish to them? Thank you, you're awesome!
thank you mi amor ily
YALL IM busy wand i wanna have time to do all of yalls requests so i didn’t end up writing about every member im so sorry but please specify what members you want me to write about like pick 3 please otherwise it takes so long!! anyways hope i wrote about YOUR fave and enjoy;)
His eyes were set on the TV, fully concentrated and laughing at the punchlines. You didn’t even like this show and was now officially bored.
“Hoseooook,” you whine and try pulling him by his arm. He let’s you, but doesn’t remove his eyes from the TV. “I need to get up early tomorrow, you can watch this later. Give me attention.”
You pout but it doesn’t help because once again he’s not even looking at you. This makes you decide to climb onto his lap and he grunts uncomfortably when you accidentally hurt his elbow.
“Please let me just finish the show,” he says a bit annoyed.
You hand moves it’s way to the nape of his neck and scratches his scalp, making him shiver. You kneed softly on his tense shoulders and he sighs. Hoseok tries to ignore the way his body is reacting, but his mouth falls open in relaxation from having your hands on and around his neck, massaging and scratching.
“Mi amor,” you purr in his ear and you feel him tense underneath you.
“Don’t do this,” he finally looks into your eyes and you can tell there’s lust building up inside him. You smirk at his reaction.
“Quiero sentarme en tu cara,” you whisper into his ear and this pushes him over the edge because he knows exactly what that means. It’s a well known phrase to his ears and now he’s really fucking turned on. He licks into your mouth and moans into it as you roll your hips on him again.
“Fuck you,” he whispers against your lips, annoyed that you won.
His big hands are palming your ass and pressing you down on his hard-on. His legs are spread widely with you on top of him as your lips suck on his tongue. Your hands are playing with the locks of his hair and he moans when you bite his lip and roll your hips. He tilts his head and you follow, you two kissing intently letting your tongues meet. His hands slide under your tank top and caress your sides and warm stomach.
Doing laundry can get pretty boring, so here you were in the local laundry machine place at 11 at night, getting hot and heavy on the couch while waiting for your laundry to finish.
“Y/N, you can’t keep grinding on my dick like this, we can’t have sex here.” he protests between kisses. You just grind harder and he groans. “Seriously someone can walk in here,” he says breathlessly.
“Por favor,” you beg him and you can feel the hairs on his neck standing from you speaking like that to him.“Papi, por favor,” you pant and lick on his ear. A moan escapes his lips as you grind on his aching cock again. He grabs your wrist and pulls away from your kiss for the first time since you got to it. The look in his eyes is filled with desire and almost intimidating.
“Call me that again,” he stutters, having a hard time breathing normally because he is so turned on.
“Only if you fuck me - right here, right now,”
You read the text again as you walked up the stairs. Yoongi had texted you that he needed your help with a song. One part of you was scared he’d ask you to sing which you really didn’t consider your strong side. On the other hand maybe he just needed a fresh couple of ears for a new perspective of the song.
Yoongi is waiting for you in the opening of the door when you get to the studio hallways. It’s a secluded and soundproof room with a small window, about as big as a closet. He’s smiling but you can see in his eyes that he’s tired. He kisses you lightly and says hi. You notices he smells good. He sits down on the office-chair and motions for you to sit on his lap. You do and he rests his head on your shoulder and starts clicking around on his two computer screens with like a thousand tabs open.
“Listen to this,” he says and presses play. There’s a chorus that sounds familiar to your ears as he’s been working on this for a while and you wait for the third verse which usually is his, but it’s instrumental. “I was thinking of putting in a verse in Spanish here, or at least a phrase.”
You Ooh loudly to the idea and he smiles. “That would be sexy wouldn’t it! Anyways I need you and your Spanish speaking tongue.” he says and takes out his notes.
“Yeah I can translate for you, but what do you want to say? What is the song about?” you ask.
He pulls up the lyrics for you and you read trough them quickly. He presses record to be able to listen back at what you’re saying so he can practice pronunciation. You nod. “I want the verse to be about lusting for someone.” he explains and you think of what to say.
“You could say, me duele el corazon no tenerte aqui, nadamas quiero besarte.”
You can see Yoongi’s face reflect in the screen of the computer and the way he bites his lip.
“You’re so sexy when you speak Spanish.” he laughs. “What does that mean?”
“It means my heart hurts not to have you here, I just want to kiss you.”
He writes it down and you continue.
“Ya no puedo seguir asi, tengo que saber como te sabes.”
You can tell it’s affecting him when you speak to him in Spanish since he’s breathing heavily now.
“What does that mean,” he pants against your neck and plants a light kiss.
“I can’t go on like this, I need to know what you taste like.”
Yoongi mutters a fuck and kisses your neck again and his arms around your waist tighten. Feeling his lips on your neck felt so good, and so did being in control like this.
“Quiero que me cogas ensima de la mesa,” you say as you grind on his crotch which makes a moan escape his lips. “Duro.”
“W-What does that mean,” he choked on his own words cause you’re grinding on his hardening dick by now.
“I want you to fuck me on this table,” you say and smile as you feel his dick twitching underneath you. “Hard.”
“How do you say ‘go lock the fucking door’ in Spanish?”
Namjoon is the type to love getting called daddy, papi or just have you scream or moan his name. If he would be intensely hitting it from the back and you’d moan in Spanish that would probably drive him crazy. I feel like he’s the type to ask you to talk dirty to him like that. First time you ever did, you didn’t even think about it. He was sucking on your nipples and circling his fingers around your clit, teasing you all spread out on the bed. You felt so good but wanted more, and it just slipped out in Spanish.
“Por favor damelo,”
You immediately laughed at the fact that you just spoke a language this man didn’t know and you thought he probably got very confused. Interrupting your thought, he shoved two fingers inside you, making you choke on your own laughter with a deep moan.
“I don’t know what you just said but it makes me want to fuck you so badly baby,” he whispered and licked around your clit. So he likes it, you think. Your eyes roll back and your toes curl up as he starts going faster pumping his fingers inside you.
“Ay papi,” Namjoon growls against your pussy. “-tocame alli,” you moan and so does he, humming against your clit. His cock aches from the way the words roll off your tongue.
“You should teach me Spanish!” Taehyung says as he slumps down besides you on the bed and gets comfy. You look at him and wonder where this idea came from.
“So that I can talk to your family properly, earn some good boyfriend-points.” he says. “And tell you how sexy you look, - in Spanish.” Tae wiggles his eyebrows. You slap his chest lightly as you laugh.
“But how would you know if I lie? You know, tell you this is how you say ‘have a nice day’ but in reality it’s ‘I want to fuck you’.” you give him a challenging look and he smiles, showing his teeth.
“Noooo, my baby doesn’t know naughty words like that.” He cups your innocent looking face and laughs in a square shaped smile. You roll your eyes and shove his hands away from your face.
“Quiero cogerte,” you say slowly, looking into his eyes and blushing at the fact that you’re saying I want to fuck you out loud. You cringe at yourself but at the same time feel a little turned on.
Taehyung squints at you, “You could be saying anything in Spanish and it would sound sexy. You could’ve just said I love cucumber.”
You laugh and shake your head, already blushing and praying to God for forgiveness for what you’re about to say.
“Quiero chuparte hasta que vengas en mi boca.”
Taehyung doesn’t laugh or squint because your voice is dripping of lust. He can tell from your voice dropping an octave and the look in your eyes that what you just said was filthy.
“What does it mean?” he said out of breath, his Adams apple bobbing.
You lean forward to kiss him and he hungrily responds with opening his wet mouth. Slowly you trail your hand towards his crotch, making your way inside his pants and boxer briefs. He whines when you squeeze his dick and you feel it growing in your hand. His hands grab on your waist and caress the warm skin and Taehyung feels like his insides are twisting. You bite his lip and palm his growing erection. To access his neck for leaving possessive marks you pull his hair harshly and start to lick down his jaw, making him hiss.
He pants your name and asks once again what it meant.
“Let me show you instead,” you say and sink to your knees between his legs, spreading them wide with your palms on the inner side of his thighs.
today is a sacred day, the day of our lord and saviour Mary Shelley’s birth: so, in celebration, i want you to think to yourself ‘WWMSD?’ (what would mary shelley do) and try to emulate her perfection. here are some ideas:
1) have a crisis about the god-like advances of modern science.
2) make out (or preferably, have sex) on a dead relatives grave.
3) or carry around your husbands head in a velvet bag.
4) create the sci-fi genre cause you were bored of listening to your husband and his boyfriend have sex.