your delicious mouth

Bucky’s Idea

Hey guys! Here’s another oneshot for you. I wrote this when I was really mad one day and it actually made me feel a whole lot better! Lesson learned, when upset write some Bucky fluff. I hope you guys enjoy, I really like this one. Happy Saturday!

Warnings: angry reader that turns into crazy fluff

Note: The reader has powers similar to Wanda’s, kind of a telekenesis that you’re still learning to use. 

Originally posted by rohgers


Originally posted by sebastianobrien

Steve, Bucky and Sam were in the corner of the gym, filling their water bottles, their foreheads dripping with sweat and their tinted cheeks warm from their workout. Their chests were still rising and falling more rapidly than usual as they joked with each other and set up plans for later that night.

The endorphins running through their systems had them on cloud nine. You, however, felt the opposite.

You hadn’t even bothered to change your clothes before blasting into the gym and hoofing it over to the punching bags that were hanging from the ceiling, waiting for you to take everything out on them.

But Steve got in your way.

“Hey, (Y/N), what-”

“I’ll fix it Steve!” you snapped, making him back off. 

He crawled back over to the corner and took his water bottle from Bucky who had been holding it for him. You didn’t miss Bucky’s wide, slightly fearful eyes.

You pulled your sweatshirt over your head and threw it on the floor, your agitated powers making slide further away than you planned. Left in your leggings and thin tank top, you started throwing punches into the bag in front of you, making it sway back and forth. Even it was afraid of you today.

She did that? Tony’s pissed about that.” Sam whispered. 

“Her powers are linked to her emotions. She’s… having a rough day.” Steve tried to defend you.

“Seems like more than just a rough day. Did you see what she did to that-” Steve stuck out his hand to quiet him, but you had heard Sam’s mumbling.

“You’re next if you don’t shut up, Sam.”

Sam didn’t dare stick around to see if you’d keep your word. But Steve couldn’t leave you like this.

“Hey, why don’t you tell me what’s going on, try to calm down.”

“This is calming me down,” you sneered with a hard punch.

Bucky’s eyes were snapping from you to Steve like he was watching a ping pong match. 

“Come on, (Y/N),” Steve continued.

“I’m fine, leave me alone.”

“At least wrap your hands.”

“I don’t need it, Steve.”

“Yes you do, here.”

I don’t need it!” You wailed and sent the punch bag across the room, ripping it off its hook with your powers.

Steve stared at the bag in complete astonishment. He’d never seen you use your powers for anything destructive, and he had definitely never seen you yell at anyone. Exasperated, he finally gave up. He stalked out of the room with his hands surrendered in the air with a sharp “Fine.”

You moved to another bag a few feet away and started hitting into it, ignoring the sting on your knuckles from the harsh fabric. You were so engrossed in your abuse, you didn’t notice Bucky quietly standing next to you. After a particularly hard hit, you returned your wrists to your home position in front of your face. You jumped in surprise when he grabbed your right forearm and started folding the black, cotton wrap around your hands. 

“By the time you’re done, your knuckles will be raw,” he mumbled.

Within seconds, he was done and walking out of the gym. A pang of guilt ravaged your gut, you had never snapped at the guys before. You decided to ignore your sinking stomach and continue taking your anger out on the bag, you would apologize later. 

You carried on until you could hardly lift your arms, thankful for the wrap around your knuckles. You couldn’t imagine what your hands would look like if Bucky hadn’t helped you. 

The thought made you smile. You and Bucky weren’t very close, but you still work together, counted on each other out in the field. Though you would never say it out loud, you knew he could read you like a book. The one thing you and him had in common was your stubborn attitude, and he knew how to handle you like no one else on the team did.

Your rambling brain stopped as soon as you jumped in the shower. The hot water soothed your muscles and ran down your skin, leaving streaks in its path. You concentrated on the steam rising in the shower stall and fogging up the glass instead of replaying your awful day in your mind, which you had a habit of doing. 

You stood under the water until it ran cold, and only then did you shut it off and change into your favorite pair of pajamas. They were soft and cozy, the shirt was light and the pants long enough to cover your toes.

As you were running a comb through your tangled, damp hair, your stomach rumbled, begging for some kind of dinner. You sighed, knowing that the guys would be downstairs and this was your chance to apologize for being so rude and downright mean to them in the gym.

The elevator led you to the kitchen and before the doors even opened you smelled the scent of delicious pizza. Your mouth began to water and your tummy growled in anticipation.

You walked into the room and received a loud greeting from the guys who were sprawled out on the couches in front of the television. 

“Hey! There she is!”

“We have pizza!”

“And movies. All the ones you like.”

Sam’s body was taking up the entire couch, his feet hanging off the arm rest and his arms held high in the air. Bucky was sitting in the lounge chair next to him, grinning brightly at you, and Steve got up from the chair across the way and started walking over to you.

“What? What is this?” you couldn’t hide your excitement or your astonishment.

“We’re having a movie night. Only if you want to though.” Steve slung his arm around you and walked you over to the kitchen counter holding boxes of your favorite pizza. 

“We wanted to apologize for being up your butt today at the gym. We just hate seeing our little ray of sunshine upset.” He mussed your damp hair and you scoffed at his teasing. 

Steve, not knowing his own strength, pulled you into a one arm hug that resulted in your head being pushed into his arm pit. As you pushed him away, you felt the sting in your arms from your workout earlier. When your giggles ceased, you became much more serious.

“I’m the one who needs to apologize. I was downright mean today and-”

“(Y/N), shut up and eat your pizza!” Sam yelled from the couch, interrupting you.

Steve handed you a plate from the cupboard. You took it with a smile and sighed. “Okay, okay.” 

You caught Steve before he made to return to his spot in front of the television. “Steve, uh, thanks,” you said quietly. A movie night was just what you needed. 

“Oh, it wasn’t me. This was Bucky’s idea,” he said to you and then turned away and plopped down on the couch, leaving you with a gaping jaw. You caught your pizza slice before it fell on the floor and took a bite, your eyes still wide in surprise.

While Sam was starting up your favorite movie you inhaled your first piece of pizza and hurried to grab another and make it to the couch before the credits started. The familiar music made your heart swell, as did being surrounded by your friends. They were pretty special, you decided.

As the movie went on and the warmth from the pizza fizzed away, you began to feel the chill that was almost always in the tower. You regretted only wearing a thin t-shirt when you felt how cold your skin was. 

Luckily, hanging on the arm rest next to you was a familiar looking dark green hoodie. “Hey, Steve, do you mind if I throw this on?” you whispered, earning a scowl from Sam who always hated when someone interrupted his Disney movies.

“Not mine,” he mouthed. Then he pointed to Bucky, telling you it was his.

Your head snapped to the right to find Bucky already looking at you. You weren’t sure how he would feel about you borrowing his clothes, so you stood up and whispered, “I’ll just go get one of mine, be right ba-”

“No, no, just wear mine. It’s okay.” Bucky stuck his hand out to stop you from going anywhere. He grinned and nodded again to tell you he was sure.

You smiled in thanks and plopped down on the couch again, slipping your arms into the over sized sleeves and plunging your head through the hood. You wanted to stay inside, it smelled so good. It didn’t smell like cologne or anything you were familiar with. It just smelled like Bucky, not that you noticed he had a distinct smell before you buried yourself in his sweatshirt. But now that you did, you never wanted to smell anything else. You could even go without the smell of delicious pizza if you could always have the scent of old timey soap and after shave ghosting through your senses. 

However, you tried to be a normal human and when you emerged from the hoodie, you pulled your hair out of the neck and snuggled into the extra fabric that was wrapped around you. You hoped Bucky didn’t noticed how you pulled the sleeves over your hands and brought them up to your face so every inhale was laced with his scent. 

Two movies later, the gang admitted their sleepiness. Sam turned off the TV and you offered to put the pizza away and clean up the kitchen. It was the least you could do, this whole shindig was for you, after all. 

You started putting leftover pizza into plastic baggies as you said goodnight to the guys. Sam ruffled your hair and Steve smoothed your locks back down and kissed your forehead before they both headed upstairs.

You piled the empty boxes on the counter and turned to shut the light off before you finished wiping off the counter. When you turned back, the boxes were gone and Bucky was standing there, sponge in hand. His dark figure made you jump out of your skin and squeal softly. 

“Jeez, Buck, you startled me. I didn’t know you were still down here,” you said with a hand covering your thundering chest. 

“Well, I couldn’t just let you clean all this up by yourself,” he said softly, rinsing off the dirty sponge and setting it on the side of the sink.

It was quiet for a moment, the only sound in the room was the buzz of the refrigerator. Your nervous habit of tucking your hair behind your ear struck again, but it made you notice the thick green material covering your fingers.

“Oh, here, thanks for this,” you said as you started taking off his sweatshirt. 

“No, it’s okay, keep it for now, it’s chilly in here. You can give it to me tomorrow,” he rambled.

“Okay. It is really warm, I might just steal it.” You winked.

“It looks good on ya, brings out your pretty eyes.” His surge of confidence quickly melted away as he cleared his throat and continued to babble. “Uh, it’s from the army. That’s why it’s so warm, they don’t make stuff like that anymore.”

You giggled and then hummed in agreement. You looked down at your hands and wrung them together, the sting from the punching bag reminding you about the guilt you still felt from this morning.

“I’m sorry I was such a jerk today. Um, thanks for…” you lifted your sleeve covered hand, “helping me.”

“Hey, we all have our days,” he said, taking your raised hand in his and rolling up the sleeve, showing your red knuckles. His brow furrowed in concern as he gently ran his fingers over the red marks. He shook his head and breathed a laugh out his nose. “You’re stubborn as all hell, ya know that?”

Your eyes lifted from your hands to his smirk. “I’ve been told once or twice.”

He chuckled softly and you thought of what you could say to make him laugh again. It was a wonderful sound. 

He covered your hand with the sleeve and returned it to your side. “Better lay off the punching bags for a few days.”

“Yes, Sergeant.” You said. He chuckled again and the sound made your chest swell.

You knew the conversation was over, but you didn’t want to leave him just yet. You leaned against the kitchen counter and played with your hair once again trying to find the right words to say.

“Steve told me this was your idea,” you said, implying the movie night.

“Punk,” he interjected, making you giggle. 

“Thanks.” You said simply. 

“Ya know, Steve calls you our ‘ray of sunshine,’” he mocked. “But it’s true. We just hate to see you upset. I hate to see you upset.” He admitted quietly.

What came out of his mouth was not what you expected. You didn’t know what to say. So you rose to your toes, placed a hand on his chest and kissed him quickly on the cheek before saying “Goodnight, Bucky,” and turning away.

You took two steps and you were about to enter the hallway when a hand wrapped around your wrist, turned you around, and pulled you into Bucky’s strong body. His lips quickly latched onto yours in a gentle kiss.

His hands cupped both sides of your face while yours settled on his waist. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss and wrapped your arms around him and tugged on the back of his shirt. His fingers pushed through your hair and held your locks at the back of your head. 

If you thought his scent was sweet when you pulled on his sweatshirt, now it was overwhelming. He swam around you and you happily drowned, never wanting to come up for air because it would mean being away from him.

His tongue begged for entrance and you eagerly allowed it, humming happily as it danced with yours and allowed you to taste even more of him. Your brain convinced you if you didn’t touch every inch of him, you’d combust, so you complied. Your fingertips came around from his back and up his chest, pushing his to land on your hips. As your hands wrapped around his neck and tangled in the hair there, his lifted the sweatshirt just enough for his fingertips to land on your skin and leave flames behind.

It felt like years passed, but you wouldn’t mind spending your entire life in his position. Everything he did was so gentle, you’d never felt anything like it. It was addicting. Now that you had a taste of him, you never wanted to let go, and from the way his body was glued to yours, you knew he felt the same way.

You finally pulled away but only far enough to grab a breath. He rested his forehead on yours and held you tightly around your waist.

“If I knew you were going to kiss me back like that I would have done it ages ago.”

You breathed out a laugh and pulled back and looked into his clear blue eyes. Even in the dark they sparkled.

“Well, now you know,” you laughed, running your hand through his hair and trying to memorize the way the his lips curled into that bright toothy smile. You’d never seen him smile like that.  

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Shameless | Jungkook x You (Taehyung POV)

Dedicated to my love @isolatedmims​

Rated: M

Warnings: Marijuana and alcohol consumption, exhibitionism/voyeurism.

Summary: Taehyung’s the new guy in town, just trying to make some friends. And when Jungkook invites him to a party, he thinks he’s finally gotten a good opportunity to meet some new people. But what he doesn’t expect is witnessing his new friend Jungkook and his girlfriend, you, getting it on in front of him, and all of the other guys, at this so-called party.  

Note: Just some PWP filth. Sin with me and read it. This is an AU I will be writing other PWP smuts for, so yaaay. lol I guess. I’m so tired and I will edit in the morning

Words: 5.1k+


Accompanied by the low rumble of hip hop music playing in the background, you and Jungkook were noisily mouthing at each other - sloppy, wet sounds filling the air that irritated Taehyung to no end. You were straddling Jungkook’s lap, hands clasped behind his neck and he was blatantly fondling with your ass, squeezing it and shaking it in his hands nonchalantly. But what surprised Taehyung the most though was how none of the other guys in the room seemed to even blink at the sight, which lead him to the conclusion that the two of you must do this quite frequently in order to have such a lack of response.

Little moans of content and arousal would drift from the pair of you every now and then when you would either grind your hips down or he would buck his up against you, causing even the littlest bit of friction.

Taehyung had to admit, when he was invited to a party, this was not exactly what he was expecting. A party to him was loud music, dancing, drinks and having fun. Not…. this. Just a group of guys, sitting along the couches lethargically, smoking joints and drinking beer, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

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Scars

Originally posted by thalassa55

Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Struggling with scars due to several surgeries as a child, Tom is there to comfort and love the Reader.

Word Count: 2,580

Warnings: Language, body image issues, talk of scars, childhood, loving!tom, sad stuff, fluff. (That’s it ??)

A/N: Wowza, I posted ?? I know, it’s crazy. Hopefully this is close as to what the anon asked for and is a decent tom imagine (still struggling w/ those tbh). As always, enjoy reading and feedback is appreciated!


Today was yours and Tom’s one year anniversary of being together.

You were beyond ecstatic when he had asked you out for the first time.

Thinking about it always makes you crack a smile, remembering the horrendous first impression you both presented to one another.

You had been at a local cafe getting a simple cup of coffee, enjoying your time.

Tom, however, was in a rush to get to a meeting, so as you were reaching to grab a napkin off the baristas counter, he quickly and accidentally rammed into you.

His coffee went everywhere.

He started apologizing profusely, but you were too entranced  by his muddled hair and deep brown, chocolate eyes that glistened every time he stared into yours with worry spread across his gorgeously chiseled face.

After that, you two kept running into each other.

A few of your friends always commented how it was “fate.”

And after a while, you started believing it too.

Tom is my soulmate.

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Obianidala au where Padmé is a wedding planner, Anakin is a pastry chef that makes amazing wedding cakes, and Obi-Wan is a phenomenal florist.

Apologies: J-Hope (M)

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Extremly graphic sexual scenes. Read at your own discretion.

A/N: This is all oral, and it was supposed to be 1.5k?!!!? What happened.



The room was deathly silent. You laid in the bed, not quite sure what time it was. The only thing that you were sure of was that you weren’t the only one who had been awake for hours.

Hoseok laid as far on the edge of the bed away from you as he could be. While you tossed and turned trying to get comfortable, it seemed like Hoseok had turned to stone the moment he had gotten into bed. It had been this way for about two weeks.

A small fight had blown completely out of hand in a mere few minutes. Hoseok was notorious for shutting down completely if the two of you got into an argument. He wasn’t good at expressing his feelings unless they were happy. If anything upset him, he closed himself off until everything blew over. Unfortunately, this had been the biggest fight between you and him, and because neither of you had apologized, the situation had not yet improved.

You sadly couldn’t even remember what the fight had been about, but now a huge rift sat between and your boyfriend. Your sunshine had dimmed noticeably, and you wondered if you’d ever seen a smile grace his lips again.

You turned again in the bed again, settling on your side facing Hoseok. He’d chosen to wear a shirt which was something he had started doing after the fight. You felt cold in the sheets, even with Hoseok’s presence. You couldn’t decide if you or he had been at fault, and at the moment, in the middle of the night, you decided to swallow your pride. You missed him too much to let something so silly come between you.

The feeling suddenly welled in your chest and with a whine, you surged forward, resting your cheek against Hoseok’s shoulder blade. He immediately stiffened under your touch. You reveled in the feeling of his warm body under the shirt, and you itched to remove it from him.

“What- what are you doing?” He asked. He hadn’t made an attempt to move yet, and his body was beginning to feel uncomfortably rock solid beneath you.

“I just want to cuddle with my boyfriend. Is that so wrong?” Your hand hesitantly came to rest on his waist, pushing away the t-shirt to rest on his bare skin.

He brushed your hand off of him but had no where to move away from you. Your hand returned back to his waist, holding him tighter and burying your face in his back.

“Hobi,” you whimpered. He was angry at how quickly he was crumbling underneath your touch. He missed you just as much as you had missed him. He was done with being angry, missing his happy mood. You felt him finally begin to relax in your touch.

Your hand smoothed back under his shirt, lightly dragging your nails over his skin. You tugged the shirt up, signaling him to remove it. He hadn’t slept with this much clothing on in years, and you were angry at the fabric for separating his warm skin from yours. He took a moment to pull the shirt over his head before returning to your hold.

You hummed at the feeling of his heated skin. You took the opportunity to pepper kisses along his shoulder and at the base of his neck.

“I’m still mad,” he off-handedly commented. You merely ignored his statement. His voice was hardly convincing, and you were eager to break down the final barrier between the two of you. Your mind quickly turned to what other activities could ensue if you played your cards right. The ache in your stomach was slowly bubbling up and spreading through your limbs.

“But I’ve missed you,” he let out a yelp at a particularly hard suckle that you gave between words. It was obvious that you meant much more than just words could convey. The cold that had seeped into your bones a few minutes before was now completely dissipated.

Your fingernails dragged down his stomach, delighted to find that because of his break from work, he had yet to rid himself of his happy trail. Your smile only grew wider as your fingers ghosted over his shorts. He was half hard, and you hadn’t even done anything. It seemed that Hoseok had missed you too. He was known for his insufferable libido, and now was no exception. Even if he was “mad,” a little make up sex wouldn’t hurt anyone.

A low groan escaped his lips at your feather light touches. His inner scale was tilting ever so slowly. The chord within him was ready to snap, and he saw his ego slowly drain away.

“It you’re gonna do something, would you quit teasing already?” He snapped.

“Gladly,” and with that, your hand slipped under the waistband of his shorts.

He let out a wanton sigh as you wrapped your fingers around his length. You gave him a few long strokes, pleasantly rewarded as you felt him grow harder. Your hand ghosted down to fondle his balls softly, an action that had his hips bucking forward as he let out a grunt of surprise. With a smirk, you drifted back up until your fingers met his dripping head. You were satisfied with your work, happy that you had him worked up to quickly.

Your finger dug slightly into the slit and his head, then sliding back down to spread the precum down his skin. It made it much easier for you to quicken your pace on him.

“(Y/N)-ah,” he rasped. He found it hard to control his stuttering hips. The feeling of your slim fingers was nice, but he craved more.

“What is it, baby?” You hummed. The pace you set never faltered, and he struggled to get his words out. He didn’t want to orgasm just yet, realizing that if he held out, it would be that much more delicious.

“I want you,” he said at a near whisper. You almost chuckled at how quickly he was coming undone.

“But, Hobi, you have me,” you replied with a squeeze. He let out a gasp. His thoughts were hard to get together as pleasure clouded his mind.

“I-I want your mouth,” his face felt hot at the confession, but he was desperate. The handjob was good, but he wanted you to suck him off. It was no secret that Hoseok enjoyed blowjobs from you- if was something the boys frequently teased you and him about. For the time being, you decided to forgo your own pleasure in favor of his.

“Okay,” you replied simply. You removed your hand from his shorts, and he held back a whimper.

“Okay?” He questioned. He wasn’t ready to believe you would jump at the opportunity to blow him; it wasn’t something you really enjoyed doing. Secretly, you were more pleased that he was at your disposal. You wondered how quickly you could get him to beg.

“Yes, okay. I’m done with this silly fight, aren’t you Hobi?” You asked. He nodded furiously, and again you had to hide the urge to laugh. “But, I think that you owe me after this….” You drawled.

“What?” He squeaked out. He was getting impatient that you hadn’t done anything yet, and his erection was beginning to be painfully hard. He was hitting a desperation mode, ready to agree to any terms and conditions you handed out.

“I think I’m being such a good girlfriend for doing this. You have been such a meanie lately. You owe me is all I’m saying,” you finished. You believed you had him right where you wanted him. It felt like it had been forever since the last time Hobi had given you pleasure.

“Baby, I eat you out for hours if you want. I’ll fuck you into tomorrow. Just get your goddamn mouth on me now,” he whimpered.

Jackpot.

You finally relented in your teasing, pushing down on his shoulder so that he laid flat on his back. You slid his shorts down fully, helping him shimmy them off of his legs. He sighed as his erection was finally released. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of him. Your eyes traveled up the length of his naked body until you met his eye. You gulped deeply at how dark his eyes were, the pupils blown wide.

You ran your finger nails over the hard muscles in his thighs, scraping lightly. Hoseok looked ready to burst, and you decided to finally end your teasing. You steadied yourself on his thighs and leaned forward to place kitten licks on the weeping head. He was so needy at that point that his head flew back into the pillow. He fought to keep his hands down, giving you full reign over him.

“Baby, you can touch if you want to,” you said, pulling back from him to gaze with doe eyes. Your body was begging to be dominated, a role that you didn’t often take with Hoseok. You much preferred to be in control, but at that moment you couldn’t find it in yourself to give a damn. In an instant, his hands flew up from the sheets to wind into your hair.

He pulled you back down to his cock, and you licked him up the sensitive vein from the base back to the tip. You took the head in your mouth, suckling deliciously slow. A low growl emitted from Hoseok’s throat, and his grip tightened in your hair. He nudged your head down with a firm grip on the back of your neck.

You slackened your jaw to sink down on him until he hit the back of your throat. You happened to be blessed with hardly any gag reflex, something that Hoseok had called a “gift,” and chastised you for not using more often. You only ever responded with a roll of your eyes. He held you down on his cock, gazing expectantly. You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked hard.

“Oh, shit,” he hissed. A thin sheen of sweat covered his skin by then, and you knew he wouldn’t last long with your warm mouth around him. Only when your lungs were burning and tears prick your eyes does he release his hold to allow you to come up for air. He always knew your limit, and even if he was dominating he was kind to you, never pushing you past your limit.

He groaned when you pull away, a string of saliva still connecting your swollen lips to his equally swollen dick. The cold air hit his hot skin and he reveled in the feeling for a moment. It isn’t long before his hands returned to your hair, tighter and more urgent this time around. The pleasure was beginning to swell inside of him, and you know he was close with how eager he tugged you back down on him.

“You’re such a good girl,” he moaned. Your thighs tightened at his praise. You were happy to give him all the pleasure he wanted and you obediently sunk back down on him. You took him as far as he guided you, your nose resting in the curls at his pelvis.

After resting for a moment to get control over your breathing, you swallowed hard around him. He let out a strangled gasp and bucked his hips up off the bed. You weren’t prepared for his sudden movement and gagged around him. Hoseok couldn’t control his hips as they jerked upwards again. The sounds that were escaping him were down right beautiful, the chorus of whines and moans echoing around the room.

“Oh my god,” he wheezed. His chest heaved as your continued your ministrations around him, alternating between light licks and long, deep sucks. You knew he was close to the edge when his sounds became incoherent and his hips stuttered between your lips.

You pulled off of him and replaced your mouth with your hand. That allowed you to watch his body writhe around on the sheets. The sight had your core aching, and you egged him on, stroking him roughly. He was a truly beautiful sight to behold.

“Come on, Hobi,” you cooed and rested your head on his thigh. He whined in response when your other hand traveled to lightly cup his balls.
“Let go, baby,” you encouraged.

He came after a few more harsh strokes, white ribbons of cum lacing his thighs and stomach. You licked whatever landed on your hand, humming at the familiar taste of him. It took him a few minutes to recover which gave you time to fetch a tissue and clean him off. His breath finally seemed to even out, and he gazed down at you with hooded eyes. His fingers ran through your hair lovingly as he stayed quiet.

“Am I forgiven?” You asked. He let out a breathy laugh, his hand trailed down to your cheek.

“Of course. In fact, I think it’s time I apologized,” he mused. Your eyebrows furrowed, not understanding what he meant.

“What do you mean-” your question was cut off as you let out a squeal. Hoseok had planted his hands on your hips tightly and hauled you all the way up to sit on his chest. He held you with an iron grip as he tried to lift you even farther. At that point, you had a pretty clear idea of what he wanted. You struggled against his grip, refusing to move higher.

“(Y/N)-ah, would you get up here already and sit on my face?”

The question had your cheeks aflame as you let out another strangled noise.

“Hobi-”

“Come on, I want to do this,” his fingers loosened slightly. He didn’t want to force you in to anything you didn’t want to do, no matter how good you smelled so close to his face. You took a moment to mull over his offer, suddenly becoming very shy at your current position. Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you nodded.

“That’s my girl,” he smiled. You allowed him to guide your dripping core over his face. You’d neglected your urges when focusing on Hoseok, but suddenly your core burned in desire. His warm breath fanned over your folds, and you let out a wanton sigh. He was so close but had yet to do anything, and you fought the urge to push down on him.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned. The vibration of his voice made you buck your hips. Hoseok’s hands flew to your thighs, and he held you in place as he finally delved into you.

He started with long licks through your slick core. His moves were deliberately slow. He knew if he kept it up long enough, you’d lose control. Soon enough, you were letting out breathy moans and grinding down on him to gain more friction. The pleasure was hot and low, blossoming from your thighs upwards. They burned from focusing on holding yourself up.

Hoseok knew you were desperately trying to control yourself, and with a growl, he yanked you down fully, slackening his jaw to let you grind on his tongue.

“Oh god, Hobi!” You nearly yelled out. Your whole body felt on fire as he let you grind on his open mouth. He tightened and flattened his tongue in different rhythms. The edges of your orgasm were just out of your reach, and you knew you would need more.

When he knew you wouldn’t go anywhere, his hands left your hips, in avid of letting you set the rhythm. They settled lightly of your waist, gently encouraging your rocking.

“H-Hobi,” you whined. “I need more,” you cried. He knew what you wanted and his lips traveled up to your clit. You let out a yelp, nearly falling forward at the sudden surge of pleasure. He had wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking hard. The pleasure that had been so far away moments before slammed into you with full force.

He helped you through your orgasm with long locks until you were shuddering with sensitivity. He eagerly cleaned you off with his mouth. He helped you down a few minutes later when you had calmed down. Your limbs felt jittery and jelly-like.

You laid there, the both of you still covered in a thin layer of sweat. Your breath had finally evened out, and you were sure that you could finally get some sleep. Your body felt light from your orgasm but heavy from the lethargy.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head a few minutes later at the feeling of something against your thigh.


“Already?” You groaned. You looked up at Hoseok to see a semi-embarrassed look on his face. It hadn’t even been twenty minutes, yet Hoseok was already fully hard again. You really didn’t understand where this boys energy came from.

“Please?” He begged. “You won’t have to do anything. I’ll do all the work,” he offered.

Unmatched libido indeed.

“Real kiss”


Genre : Smut

Pairing : Jimin x Reader

Summary : You’ve met jimin at a party and became really close to him. You knew he’ll never try anything with you unless you made the first step. This night, you wanted more.

Soundtrack : Good Boy - GD X TAEYANG []

Warning : English is not my mother tongue so please forgive all my lacks of conjugation / spelling mistakes. Thank you ♡ 




When you finally see Jimin walking towards you with his little smile on his face, you can’t help but smile back at him. When you first met him few weeks ago at a party with your best friend, you didn’t wanted to talk to him. You thought he was nothing more than a fuckboy, with his stupid flawless hair, his stupid irresistible eyes, his stupid plump lips and his stupid hot body. Special mention to his ridiculously amazing booty. Even if you tried hard in the beginning, you couldn’t keep your eyes off him, noticing he was looking at you too. You watched him dance with his friends and when you realized you were totally attracted to him, you felt so mad at yourself you emptied your glass in one stroke, grinning at the bitter taste of Tequila. Few minutes later, Jimin came to sit next to you on the couch, his dumbass smile on his lips. He stared at you without saying anything, making you nervous as his perfume invaded your senses. You still don’t know how you managed to keep a blank face and a neutral tone as you asked him if he had something to say to you. Jimin laughed in a breath and leaned a little closer to you, his eyes still glued on yours :

- You’re the tough one ?

- What ?

- You know, the one who’s not easy to get, who’s not like the other girls… Right ?

- Is this the kind of bullshit you say to every girl ?

- Yah, you really are the tough one…

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What’s in a Name? (Ethan Dolan x Reader)

Summary: Requested. It seems to be love at first sight when you meet a stranger at a masquerade ball, but soon you find out that it’s in your blood to hate him.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2,084.

A/N: So this is super dramatic, pretty AU, a little rushed, but that’s okay. I absolutely loved this request when I first got it, so not only will there probably be a part two to this, I’m also going to make it a fanfic on Wattpad, so follow me @dolcns to know when it’s posted!

(not my gif)

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anonymous asked:

I hope this isn't too much to ask😶 Could I request a smut where your boyfriend Jimin and his bff Hobi have had a stressful day at work so he brings J-Hope home for dinner and asks you to help "relieve" both of their stress?😉 Once again I'm sorry if it's too much😅

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Your body was light, laying against the couch as you watched the TV flick different images. Yawning gently, you wrinkled your nose feeling the buzz of your phone against your bare stomach. Laying in your panties and bra was common while your boyfriend was away. You groaned lifting the screen up to see that your boyfriend had messaged you. His name popping up with little heart emoji’s and other decorations around it. Laughing to yourself, your hands were quick to work in opening the document.

From: Jibi

‘Baby, I’m coming home and bringing Hoseok with me.. We both had a hard day and he feels to worst so please let him stay! Whatever you cook is fine we will be there in a few hours so no bra and panties! Love you’

From: Bunny

‘You’re lucky I fucking love you. I’ll be waiting. Don’t be too long.’

Sighing softly, you rolled off the couch after a ten-minute self-debate treading into the kitchen. Looking around with your hands on your hips you looked at things that wouldn’t take too long to cook because they would be home. Settling for steamed dumplings, shrimp fried rice and beef tips it only took a couple of minutes for the kitchen to be smelling like heaven. While the food cooked, you found yourself roaming down the hallway and to your shared room with Jimin. You didn’t want to seem overly dressed but enough to make yourself look nice. Hoseok and Jimin had been friends for a while and you had to admit sometimes you did cheek out the taller male whenever he came home with Jimin and it made you giddy to know he would be close to you again tonight. Feet scampering across the floor your outfit attire was something simple, red matching lace (because you wanted to relieve Jimin some after Hoseok left) and on top of that you placed on pink cute thigh highs with kittens on them, a long button down dress shirt of Jimin’s that was black. Styling your hair up into a messy bun your face was done lightly. Soft trace of your favorite shade of lipstick against your lips. Once you were done you checked the time and ran back down stairs to finish cooking, sliding across the floor in your socked feet.

In what seemed like hours later you managed to prepare three plates of food pressing them down on the kitchen table. A bottle of beer for the two men and you opted for a bottle of wine, drinking some occasionally while you cooked. You made sure to clean up the dirty dishes and straighten up the house a bit, spraying some air freshener to make the house a bit better. The door was pushed open and you heard the soft murmurings of voices followed by strings of laughter that made your heart tug in the slightest way. You walked from the kitchen with your hands behind your back. Hoseok wasn’t facing you but from the side he looked so fucking good. Light brown hair combed back, a pair of black slacks on his thighs and a button down white shirt. His red tie draping around his neck made you lick your lips slightly at the sight before your gaze was turned to your handsome boyfriend Jimin. You loved his style, simple tight dark skinny jeans and a button down gray shirt with the first three buttons as well as his tie undone. His blonde hair was combed back in the same style of Hoseok’s but he also just looked so damn good. Jimin turned towards you after pulling off his shoes, his eyes looked at you once over and the simple flick of his tongue against his lower lip let you know that you were in for a surprise.

“Jagi. I missed you.” He purred walking your way. The way he addressed you, with so much want had you wanting to push Hoseok out of the house so that you could just ride your boyfriends dick until you were both satisfied.

“I missed you too baby.” You cooed softly letting your arms drape around his neck as he gripped at the sides of your hips pulling you closer to him. You could feel his barely hard erection letting a smirk dance on your lips you leaned forward biting on his bottom lip.

“Be good bunny. Or daddy will punish you.” He made a fake pout before he slapped your ass with one hand. “Besides we have a guest over tonight, don’t we?” He asked pulling back from you. Hoseok was just standing there watching, his hands buried into the confines of his slacks he wasn’t worried about a thing.

“Hello Hoseok! It’s nice to see you again!” You said in a rather flustered tongue, his name sliding off your tongue as you danced to him, having to hop up on tiptoes to place your arms around his neck in a hug.

“Hello princess.” He greeted simply, his strong arms wrapping around to lock against your lower back. He picked you up, one of his hands pressing down against the lowest deep of your back. It caused you to feel your cheeks heat up more from his touch but shaking it off as just friendly you went with it. “And please just call me Hobi. No reason to be so formal.” He smiled setting you down patting your head. It made you want to pout and rip open Jimin’s shirt to yell “I’m the adult here!” but you didn’t do it. You kept it inside. “What did you cook, it smells good.” Hoseok continued like nothing was wrong.

“Yeah baby is the food ready I’m really hungry.” Jimin frowned hugging you from behind. You suddenly felt the space was too small and you wanted to get away. Nodding your head up at a smiling Hobi you waddled around with Jimin towards the kitchen showing them the food.

“Damn she’s cooked and it’s set out. You have a keeper.” Hoseok chuckled walking towards the table.

Directing him and Jimin to sit in front of you, you sat in front of Jimin as you all started to eat. It was much quieter than you had expected. Because usually they had everything to talk about. At first you didn’t really pay attention to it, your eyes were focused on the dumpling that was plopped in your mouth with delicious juices from the meat and vegetables seeping out onto your tongue. It wasn’t until you felt a foot press against yours that you were looking up from your meal. Jimin was watching you but Hoseok was not doing too much of anything. Fork gently pushing against his food, his eyebrows were drawn together and his face stoic as if he was searching or debating about something in his mind. Jimin made a face to you and getting his understanding you cleared your throat a bit looking at Hoseok once more.

“Is everything tasting ok Hobi?” You asked giving him a gentle smile. He paused looking up at you seeming to pull himself from his trance. Nodding his head, he plopped a dumpling into his mouth chewing on it.

“Mmmmm so good! Really good Y/N.” He started to shove food into his mouth eating to keep himself distracted and being half satisfied you went back to eating your own food as well. The kitchen filled with nothing but the forks hitting the plates or sips of things. The wine had you a bit buzzed and all you could think about was straddling Jimin so that wasn’t a help in your current state. Once you were all done you gathered the plates moving them to the sink to wash them up and finish cleaning off the counter. Jimin and Hoseok had talked about minor things but it wasn’t anything too great or interesting. You dried off the dishes, moving everything back and pouring yourself another glass of wine you made your way back to the table sitting down. Looking around at both you and Hoseok, Jimin opened his mouth pressing his hands down against the table.

“So.. I’ve been thinking.” He started out softly, his fingers dancing against the brown marbled surface his ears were turning red as he cleared his throat.

“Well?” You asked crossing your legs under the table sipping from your wine.

“Have sex with Hoseok.” Jimin said in a rush looking up at you. Hoseok lifted his eyebrows and your hand froze your drink inches from your lips as you stare at your boyfriend. Your fucking unpredictable boyfriend.

“Excuse me?” You started.

“Y-yeah this is silly Jimin she is your girlfriend stop it.” Hoseok said in a flustered state. Your eyebrow rose as you looked at him. The cool and confident Hoseok was nervous? Please.

“It makes perfect sense!” Jimin urged raising his hands. “Hear me out please?” He asked you both. Swallowing a large gulp of your wine you gave a curt nod crossing your legs because you hoped for it. You felt part bad for wanting it but Jimin was your boyfriend and if he was offering it. You would take this chance. “Hoseok. I know you’ve had a long day at work. You’ve barely spoken. I know managing accounts and working on projects has had you worked up. Usually you go to the club or find random flings and buy them drinks and take them home. Then when they wake up the next morning they leave or get clingy. Well Y/N is my girlfriend. And a friend to you. At least this way you’d be saving money and doing it with someone you trust. And bunny.. You’ve talked about wanting to try something different. Why not do it tonight?” Jimin asked letting his brown orbs pierce through you. You blinked, and then you did it again before your eyes roamed over to Hoseok’s dark brown orbs that bare into you waiting for you to answer. “So?” Jimin asked hopeful after what seemed like a pause of silence.

“If.. She is willing to. I won’t say no.” Hoseok said softly licking over his plump bottom lips. “I have worked up energy I want worked out of me.” He murmured towards you and for whatever reason you took that as a sign that he wanted to be dominated and that was no problem. Jimin looked at you, eyes dancing with excitement and even if you hadn’t found Hoseok all that stunning just one look at Jimi’s face had you ready to do anything he asked you.

“I’ll do anything for you. And to help out my friend.” You gave a lazy smirk swallowing down another glass of wine setting it down so you wouldn’t be drunk.

“Fuck yes!” Jimin called out standing up from the table and like a kid he dashed towards the room. Sighing softly you stood up cleaning out the wine glass before you were walking to Hoseok holding your hand out for him. Hoseok smirked taking your hand he allowed you to pull him from the table as you led him towards your shared room. Your hips swayed from side to side and he walked close to you, his body heat rolling off himself and onto your body. You moved to spread open the door of the bedroom only to see Jimin already stripping down to his boxers biting on his lips as he watched you. Hoseok turned around to shut the door. You guided him towards the bed, your hands moving up to push him down on the bed on his ass he watched you biting on his bottom lip.

“What are my orders daddy?” You addressed Jimin like this because you both switched. One week you were the dom and the next week he was. Well today you were in his week and you wanted to obey every desire he had.

“Bunny. Strip for your daddies. Tonight, Hoseok is also your daddy and you will give him whatever he wants.” Jimin watched you and you gave a nod of your head stepping back. Slowly unbuttoning the shirt on your body, you swayed your hips side to side, until it was falling and all that was left on you were your red matching sets. Your hand moved up to pull at your bra but Hoseok had other plans.

“Wait.” He called out stopping you. “Come sit on my lap. Let’s not rush princess.” Hoseok beckoned you with his hand and you made your way towards him straddling him with one leg on either side of him, your arms draped around his neck. You were smirking a bit at him, full eager running through you.

“You’re cute.” Hoseok commended letting his hand undo your ponytail “Now strip.” He growled threading his fingers through your hair roughly pulling your head back.

It made you whimper but you obeyed him. While your hands were moving to grab at the bra clasps behind your back, he pushed your leg between his making you straddle his thigh halting your movements. “Ride it.” Hoseok cooed cupping your cheeks before he lightly slapped your cheek making you moan in pleasure. Not wanting to disobey him, your hips were automatically moving to push down against his thick thighs, the slacks causing a friction that was soft against your lace panties. “Open your mouth.” Hoseok demanded next. He was more dominate than you had originally thought he was. It made you feel like it was going to be one hell of a fucking but you were ready for it. Opening your mouth, you were greeted with his thick thumb pressing down against your tongue. You closed your mouth to suck on his thumb rolling your hips down harder against his thighs. Jimin had moved to get off the bed coming around behind your body, his hands moved up to pull at your bra undoing the clasps of it letting it fall off your breast. Hoseok was quick to cup your breast flexing his thigh when he could. You felt yourself getting closer to a release but before you could do so, Jimin was gripping at your hips forcing you to stop.

“Who said you could cum yet?” Jimin asked ghosting his breath against your ear. He licked the shell of your earlobe slowly before he pushed you onto the bed beside Hoseok on your stomach with your ass up in the air. He rubbed at your plump skin before striking it with a loud slap watching your ass cheeks jiggle. Hoseok smirked standing up beside you. Watching you with dark hooded eyes he started to strip himself until he was stark naked, his long thick shaft standing proud and oozing with precum against the lower part of his stomach. Hoseok walked towards the other side of the bed, laying on his back until he was beside your head.

“I want your mouth on mine while my mouth is on yours.” He said simply looking down at his own heated flesh. Your eyes darted forth as another cry of Jimin’s name left your lips from him slapping your ass harshly. Nodding your head, you smirked watching as Jimin pulled down your matching panties now leaving you bare. Your body crawling onto Hoseok’s you gripped at his shaft stroking it softly. All too soon you felt him wasting no time burying his tongue deep inside of your tight pussy. Crying out loud in pleasure your back arched from the wet tongue slipping inside of you. Your hand focused on moving to jerk up and down his shaft licking your tongue across the tip of his shaft slowly. Letting your tongue flick and dig into his slit moaning in pleasure. Your mouth started to slide lower onto his cock until you were taking it all in wrapping your lips around him to give him a harsh suck. You continued to let your mouth work onto his shaft trying to take the girth down your mouth mewling at every lick and every tongue flick against your walls had your body crippling and wanting to just break down on top of him. You felt hands on your ass cheeks spreading them wide. The next tongue pressing against your little tight rim made you yelp around Hoseok’s shaft making you choke. Your hands starting to grip at Hoseok’s thighs to steady yourself rolling your hips back. You wanted to feel more, the two-tongues grazing against your walls had you made you feel so much closer to your orgasm. You were continuing to roll and thrust your hips back. Whimpering your eyes were watering from the pleasure that you were feeling in your system and the tongues slurping at your walls. Hoseok moved his hands to grip around your hips locking you right on top of his body. Hoseok continued to slide his tongue up and down your wet walls curling it against your spot he vibrated it, Jimin on the other hand moaning against your asshole as he stretched it out with his tongue. You weren’t going to last much longer. And it took only a few more thrusts of both of your tongues to have your body locking up from the pleasure you felt. Your orgasm crashing down onto your body.

Continuing to swallow around Hoseok, you felt him lick up your cum, continuing to suck on him you felt the tongue slide from your holes leaving you empty. You were going to pull back until Hoseok was lifting making your body slide forward and his cock to slide out of your mouth. Whimpering you were about to get up, but Hoseok pressed his hand onto your lower back, looking up at the figure in front of you Jimin was shaking his head eyes dark and hooded. He leaned down to grip your chin biting roughly on your bottom lip. “Who told you to cum?” He demanded and when you didn’t answer him Hoseok gave a harsh slap to your left ass cheeks before Jimin spoke again. “Bunny. I asked you a question. Don’t make me ask again.” He growled tightening his grip on your chin.

“I-I was just too horny not to daddy. I couldn’t help myself, bunny is so sorry.” You tried to apologize but Jimin wasn’t having that. “Let her on her knees Hobi.” He told the male behind you who gladly obliged moving to place you on your knees. You watched Jimin pull down his boxers to reveal his reddened tip. Your mouth watered, you wanted it so much. Moving to plant your knees into the bed once Hoseok moved you. Jimin walked towards you about to place your hands onto his shaft until he shook his head no. Hoseok moved to grip your hands behind your back becoming your human handcuffs. Jimin gripped at the back of your hair opening your mouth up to roughly push his cock down your throat. He groaned not letting you adjust, he started to face fuck you harshly slapping his balls against your chin. He was enjoying how you choked, how quick the spit was dripping down your chin and onto your neck.

“Come on slut. Keep up for daddy.” Jimin growled reaching a hand down to slap at your cheek and pull his cock all the way out. Only to shove it back into your mouth and down your throat. You could feel your pussy getting wetter with each thrust just wanting to feel more of him. He was making you weak. Eyes hooded and cheeks flushed you tried to keep up but it was so easy for you to choke onto his shaft and gag. Jimin leaned down slapping your cheek repeatedly. When he was satisfied that it was red he moved to pinch your nose shutting off your air he buried himself to the base of his cock down your throat shutting off your air. Watching as you choked and your body react to not having any air he waited until your eyes fluttered before he moved back letting your nose go and let his cock slip out of your mouth. He groaned as his cock jumped looking back at Hoseok he nodded his head. “She is all yours to destroy. Just make sure I can at least fuck her mouth again if I can’t get the rest of the holes.” Jimin teased moving back from the bed.

Hoseok nodded his head, moving behind you a bit. Not letting your arms go he slammed into your pussy in one go. Your back arched and he was quick to slam into your heat repeatedly. Groaning against your ear he let his body press against yours. He filled you up to the brim, the size of his girth almost not fitting all the way inside of you. He was thicker than Jimin and he was a tad bit longer but not quick it just was causing your mind to race and heartbeat to quicken. He slapped his hips against yours, not sliding out all the time keeping his shaft buried deep inside of your walls you felt as if you were a doll being lifted and dropped onto his cock. He was smirking one hand moving to grip at your ass cheek harshly helping you slide down onto him. Jimin watched in front of you both, the way you cried out for his friend usually would make him jealous but tonight it made him undeniably hard because you looked so good getting ruined. Your breast flopping up and down and stomach tightening from every thrust. How the juices of your shaft, Hoseok’s cock glistening from your wetness. Your pussy tightened around Hoseok more and he continued to switch angles landing against your g-spot. Once he found it and you cried out for more Hoseok was quick to lean against your ear.

“You want more hmm? More of daddies thick cock pressing deep into this tight cunt huh.. Bunny?” He asked but the way he said your name it was enough to have you screaming and begging to cum. Your head rolling back to lay against his chest you let him slam upwards and bring you down. “I don’t think I should let you cum. You weren’t a good girl.” He growled pushing you forward, planting a hand into your lower back to keep you face forward. His hand moved up your spine slowly ghosting his fingertips over your skin he grabbed at your hair shoving your head into the sheets, slamming his hips forward he cursed lowly letting all his pleasure and want drive out of him onto your little body begging for release under him. He felt his own cock twitch with release, he wanted to make you cum but to beg for it. “Tell daddy what you want. Tell daddy Hobi how to make you feel good. Are you sorry? Sorry for being a dirty little slut and cumming without permission?” Hoseok asked pulling your hair back with his hand. He watched you pouting with a cute face though you couldn’t see it.

“I’m sorry! I’m very sorry daddy! I didn’t mean to cum! But please please fuck please let me cum I can’t hang on much longer.” You were filled with whimpers and apologizes not knowing if any of it made sense you just wanted to cum bad and the release was building up. Hoseok smirked growling out your nickname again he nodded his head.

“Cum for daddy. Cum for me baby girl.” He licked up your back sucking on your skin to give hickeys. His hips moving deep and fast into you his thrusts were powerful, causing you to release your cum onto his shaft tightening up. You shut your eyes and lips parted you were continuing to convulse around him. He watched you give him everything you had, his own hips were giving erratic thrusts and he found himself spilling his own cum inside of you after a few more thrusts. He slowed down a bit to let you both ride out your orgasm before he was letting your arms go and pulling out. Turning your head towards him, he kissed your lips gently letting his fingers massage your hips.

Jimin was walking up to you, turning you around to lay on your back watching you. He smirked at how fucked up you were. He leaned down to press your legs down against the sheets, letting his tongue lap up against your folds and clean the cum out of your pussy. He was making sure to clean you all up and take away some of the soreness. He pulled back to lay behind you on the bed lifting one of your legs up to hook his arm under your bent knee. He pressed his tip against your entrance and ever so slowly he slipped inside of your walls. Jimin was one to usually destroy you but because you had taken such a pounding from his friend he would drag it out. He kissed along your left shoulder blade until he was biting down onto your shoulder blade. He started to pull out of you before he slammed back into your heat. He continued to slam up into you at a slow harsh pace. His hips moving against your he rolled his hips grinding against you. He watched your breath hitch, how your hands gripped at the sheets as he moved into you. He watched Hoseok, who was gripping his shaft quickly jerking himself off at the scene unfolding in front of him.

Your hands moved to clench at the sheets, your hips rolling back to take him more his name continued to move inside of you. He felt so good and you couldn’t help but let his name leave your lips repeatedly. Licking your lips as you watched Hoseok you felt wanted and needed in this moment and there was nothing better than that. Your walls squeezing and wrapping onto Jimin’s shaft you let yourself be fucked into against the mattress. Your head thrown back and lips parted your eyebrows knitted together. You continued to roll your hips back and Jimin picked up the pace starting to slam himself into you groaning more as he felt himself getting closer. He moved to press you against the mattress starting to slam into you instantly landing against your spot. Your cries of pleasure erupted from your lips and soon you felt Jimin’s hand rubbing against your clit trying to help bring you closer to an orgasm. Looking up at him you wanted to beg for permission but before you could say anything he gave a curt nod of his head okaying you to cum for him. Your hips pressed back harshly against his as he pounded you into the mattress letting you meet your end.

“Daddy! Daddy! Jimin oh shit!” You continued to cry out as another orgasm swept through your body, biting on the sheets you groaned feeling that orgasm sweep over you before you were just laying against the bed. Thinking it was over as Jimin was about to cum erratically moving his hips. Hoseok gripped at your hair lifting your face he opened your lips to spill his warm load into your mouth watching as you swallowed all of him. Jimin watching the scene leaned his head down to press against your shoulder blades cumming inside of you. His hips slowly slowed down as he rode out both of your orgasms once again. His arms buckling as he finished his orgasm. He moved to lay down beside of you after he pulled out. Jimin pulled you close to him kissing your face.

“I am glad that you decided to do this for me and us. “He said playing in your hair. “I love you bunny.” He smiled softly.

“I love you more Bunny.” Hoseok teased wrapping his arms around you from behind yawning. “If Jimin isn’t careful I’ll steal you. A beauty who can cook, clean and fuck like that? She’s a keeper.” He moaned rubbing his hands against your lower stomach.

“Over my dead body.” Jimin pouted looking at Hoseok.

“You saw how she screamed she would cum good for me always.” Hoseok retorted starting a playful banter.

“Well we will let her decide.” Jimin nodded bringing you closer to his body protectively and a whine slipped from your lips as you decided you just wanted to go to sleep but with a light smirk on your lips you nodded.

“Later. We will see.”

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Pairing: Gabriel x Reader
Word count: 1,321
Warnings: Smut. Masturbation (Male and Female). Oral Sex (Male). Wing!Kink. Cum Play.
Challenge:  This was written for @impalaimagining’s Smut-Entine’s Day Challenge. My kink was “cum play”.
Request: ( Anonymous ) Would you write a Gabriel wing!kink with him guiding you just how he likes to have his feathers touched while you blow him? No sex, just wings and dick sucking lol

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Acceptance

Jerome x reader

Warnings:

It was the classic shebang, girl meets boy. Boy seems like a normal upstanding individual, girl goes along with it. Later boy turns out to be a psychopathic criminal and the girl goes along with it. You know, the usual.

Okay, so, maybe that’s a stretch. But hey! A chick is into what she’s into, right? Besides, who can turn down a man with a wicked sense of humor? Especially when he’s a ginger.

Jerome was always a good kid, if it wasn’t for his mother he could have been something better. That damned whore. Every time I would see him he’d have new marks, around his neck, black eyes, scratched cheek. You name it Jerome probably had that bruise many a time.

As for myself, my family had this annual outing to the circus. It was the only good memory I had and that’s mostly because I met Jerome there.

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I was hidden in some far off corner in the circus. My dad had made me touch the snake woman’s Python even though he knew I had a killer fear of them. As soon as he let my wrist free from his grip, I went running for the hills.

He never chased after me, preferring to flirt with the snake lady in front of my mom. It wasn’t anything new.

I took in my new surroundings fearfully, whimpering noisily. My small refuge was a snack cart pressed close to the circus tent. I sat in the middle so that It would be easier to see what was happening on both openings.

As I surveyed the left opening, I felt a hand tap against my shoulder. “Are you lost?” He asked quietly, studying me with tired eyes.

“N-no,” I managed to break my whimpers enough to speak, “Please don’t take me back to my dad. He’ll hit me.”

The red headed boys eyes softened, while you certainly weren’t the first to say that and probably not the last, he couldn’t help but feel the need to cheer you up. “Why can’t Jesus play basketball?”

“I dunno,” you answered, confused by his random question.

“Because he’s nailed to a cross!” That set him off into a fit of giggles, you couldn’t help joining in. His laughter seemed to be contagious. “Names Jerome. What’s yours crybaby?”

“It’s YN,” you pouted at him, “Am not a crybaby! I’m five, totally not a baby at all.”

“Yup, such a big girl,” he mocked, pretending to wipe tears off of his face, “Come on, let’s go play something.”

You shifted uncomfortably, wiping the tears from your eyes, “What about the giant snake?”

“Mom’s snake won’t hurt ya. Now let’s go!” He took your hand and pulled you out of your hiding spot. “What to do…”

For the night, Jerome and you were partners in pranking crime. The night came to an end when the circus was basically empty and most of the crew was on the search for a five year old girl. One of the Grayson adults found you, taking you away from Jerome and back to your father.

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Since that night we were best friends. Well the best you could be when you saw each other one week a year. Jerome quickly became your first crush, kiss, and so on. As you grew older the both of you managed to keep in touch through email.

Flash forward a couple of years and you had your own apartment. You vowed to get your own place as soon as had hit eighteen. Your father had been mentally and physically abusive and your mother was too far off to care about anything.

Honestly, it was one of the best freedoms you had. No more fighting just peace. Best of all, Jerome’s circus was going to hit Gotham again and you would get to see him soon.

The week seemed to drag on. Time always slowed when you were looking forward to something.

You checked your email the day before the circus was due to come.

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From: Jerome Valeska

Subject: Don’t come

I’ve got something planned. Don’t come to see me. Give me your address and I’ll go see you. ————————————————

You frowned at the email, but sent one back with your address. That was strange to say the least. Usually you opened an email up to a joke or a story about what he did or a prank he did. But this email, it sent some fear into your system. Maybe he didn’t want you anymore or he found someone?

That was it. You didn’t get any emails back and you definitely didn’t attempt to get a response back. You went about your normal schedule, a strange fear in your stomach all the while.

Two days passed this way and you were sick of it. He probably wasn’t going to come and just drop you. On the third at you wanted until twelve before giving up and going to bed.

You woke up, feeling as if someone were watching you. “Hello?” You asked the darkness, sleepily, despite everything horror movies taught. There was something familiar about the person with you.

The light was flicked on and illuminated the room. You were met with a familiar figure, “Jerome? That better not be blood.” Instant anger overcame you, “What did that bitch do to you?”

Grabbing a near by shirt, you went to clean the blood that seemed to come from his face and arms. “Wait,” you noticed there weren’t any cuts, “This isn’t your blood. What did you do Jerome?”

“Looks like I’ve got bad news for you, dollface,” he looked like he was crying, “She’s dead,” he started to laugh at the top of his lungs like it was the best joke of his life.

“Oh, har har har,” you rolled your eyes, “What is this? Fake blood?”

“Exactly that, it’s made with powdered sugar and cocoa. Here have a taste,” he ran a finger through the blood and stuck it in your mouth, “Delicious isn’t it?”

You spit it out as soon as the metallic taste hit. “Jerome, what the hell?” You shouted and pushed him away.

“You know I don’t lie, crybaby. The whore’s dead and I’m quitting the circus. Not this exact moment that would look too shady. Doll, you should have been there? ‘Jerome, no! What are you doing? I love you!’” He spoke, seeming to be confident about not being caught.

“What are you going to do? You killed someone, you’re covered in blood, and..you fucking broke into my apartment! Wh-”

He was right, besides if anyone could pull one over the cops it was him. “Okay, fine, you’re right. No reason at all to work.” You pressed chaste kiss to his lips, “Don’t do anything stupid. Go take a shower and get to bed.”

A smirk graced his lips, before he saluted you, “Yes ma'am!”

You stuck your tongue out at him before returning to bed. “Goodnight, killer!”

“Sleep tight, doll!”

Originally posted by cameronxxjv

Nyx Ulric x Female Reader

Dedicated to @ladyscientia because who doesn’t love her fanfics.

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Liquor was a pastime, the liquid euphoria Nyx turned to when the world seemed to disintegrate into nothing but an interfusion of his sister’s screams and sharp collisions of metal. His normal neatly slicked back hair with intricate braids were tangled and knotted - the outcome of constantly running his hand through it.

Niflheim Attack On Galahd. Those headlines would always hurt him.

Closing his hand into a fist, he extinguishing the fire; it clearly did not serve as a distraction whatsoever. Nyx squeezed his eyes shut in a pathetic attempt to block out the haunting sounds. Selena, get down! That was the last thing he said to her, the last time he was able to see her eyes full of liveliness and youth. Sometimes it would drive him to the edge of madness, yet he would never show it on his face. Sanity was so finely spun, as easily torn as butterfly wings yet so many had no idea. Composure. The word was drilled into his mind during training. Every soldier, every Glaive had that trait. Yet, he would always feel it slip away from the grasp of his conscious whenever he thought of his mother and sister, whenever he thought of you. Libertus, Crowe and Pelna, their love meant the world to him, but you, there was a different type of love he longed from you. No, it wasn’t longing, it was something much more than that. Craving. He craved for your love.

Something he would never get.

He’d seen you talk about the betrothed prince, Noctis. There was always a fervent and passionate aura whenever the subject of their conversations were about the dark haired prince. Nyx had recently been avoiding you or averting his gaze whenever you turned your attention to him. Your presence alone made his throat constrict and thoughts blur. Emotions like this were toxic, hazardous to the human mind. It corrupts every cognitive sense as its delicate tendrils slither into every thought until it takes over entirely. He knew that. The silverish haired hero let his eyes wander around the room before landing on the exact same spot it would always land on, a slightly faded picture of his mother and sister, the corners of their eyes crinkling and huge genuine smiles plastered onto their faces.

Letting out an annoyed sigh, Nyx pressed his fists against his eyes. Hot tears burned behind his eyelids, reminding he was still human, still vulnerable and not completely emotionless. Emotionless; that was how he acted towards you. He had never shown true vulnerability in front of his friends, especially Libertus. God damn it, why did he have to lose everything he had ever loved?

Lost or never had at all.

All he had were memories. Memories. Memories. Memories. Eating him away every passing day. He was choking in his anguish, drowning in liquor and his own grief. Yet everyone around him were completely oblivious to it.

Nyx grabbed the costly whiskey bottle he bought a few day ago and chugged it down in large gulps, refusing to pause in between for air. In a hurry, the whiskey went down the wrong way and he choked, coughing out a mouthful of it. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he collapsed on the ground, head hitting the corner of his chair. Good. At least the slight pounding in the back of his head jerked him back from the mournful fabrication of reality that preoccupied his mind. It was hard not to be lost in the past when it preserves everything he had ever had.

Crowe had once joked about how the ones who have the strongest of minds, break the hardest. Nyx let out a forced chuckle at Fate, it had played cruel tricks on everyone and will continue to do so. His breath came out in short laboured gasps, the memories were suffocating him, urging the tears to spill out. Snarling, he viciously wiped the stray tears away and opened a bottle of beer. This was not him. How much longer would he have to endure this slow torture alone? It dawned on him that liquor didn’t ease the pain any longer so he did what he never allowed himself to do since the death of his mother and sister: break down.

The sobs came in strangled pants, foreign and bitter to his own ears. Tear drops tickled his cheek, occasionally halting slightly due to his untamed stubble. It was the universal law: good people suffered the worst, broke the hardest and died most painfully.

There was a slight jingling of the knob before the door swung open fully, revealing you looking slightly out of breath. “Nyx, Libertus was wondering if h-”

The words died in your mouth. Strewn across the floor were bottles, some smashed and some completely empty. The simple yet neat place you occasionally visited was turned upside down. The bed sheet were tangled and his uniform lay in a crumpled heap in the corner of the room. Pain. Raw pain. You could feel his agony coursing through your veins.

“What did I tell you about knocking?” Nyx spat, fists clenched against the each side of his head.

You closed the door gently, made your way through the labyrinth of broken glass and knocked over furniture, and dropped down onto your knees next to his bent-over figure. “Nyx, what happened?”

“Do not even think of changing the subject. Why. Didn’t. You. Knock?” What was the point of being charming? There will never be a chance of him calling you his lover. Not even a sliver of hope of you calling him your beau.

“Mourning over your mother and sister, are you, Nyx?” His eyes snapped up and your breath hitched in your throat. God, his eyes, they were so beautiful. Painstakingly beautiful. You dragged your gaze across his features, from the arch of his eyebrows, the slope of his nose, the angle of his jawline, his plump lower lip, to his cupid’s bow. What would it feel like to run your fingers through his hair, soft like down feathers? What would it be like to feel his stubble brush against your skin as he caressed your lips with his? No, he was too busy, he would never want to be romantically involved with anyone, especially you. In his eyes, you were probably another friend, another being to keep him company for a short period of time. You wanted the hero so much it hurt. He was so broken. So broken, but you never noticed any of it.

Another wave of excruciating, full-bodied sobs racked his body. He needed someone, anyone close enough to reach. Once his hand touches your skin, it would be over. He would be head over heels for you, and he knew you would never feel the same. All he would be doing was inviting more pain.

Worth it. Worth it to just experience for a few minutes what it would be like to bask in your love.

Nyx caved into himself and fell into your open arms, face pressed again the crook of your neck, your warmthness surrounded his large frame and he surrendered himself to an open siege of emotions. He hated this feeling, he loathed it. Every fiber in his body screamed that he should be pulling away from you and asking you to leave before his heart breaks again, yet your intoxicating scent drew him nearer and Nyx bared his teeth, pressing himself further against his never-to-be lover.

“(Y/N).” He managed to choke out. The liquor’s effects were starting to sink in now. The room blurred except for your eyes. Your lips parted slightly, this was not him. His eyes were red rimmed and eyelashes spiky. Nyx knew he was a Glaive and he could be dead at any given time, whether it was tonight or in 20 years.  

It came in a sudden animalistic drive and before he could comprehend his actions himself, he had knotted his fingers in your hair and yanked you closer. Your noses bumped and his lips slammed onto yours with such intensity, it sent you reeling backwards.

You gasped and tugged at his braids, your legs tangling and you could feel his breath, hot and delicious against your mouth. You tightened your legs around his waist and breathed him in, inhaling through your mouth.

Hard.

He tasted like whiskey, danger and delicious, sinful nights. The action evoked a pleased growl from the silverish haired hero and he slid a hand down to caress your thighs. The soft pants and gasps you vocalized made him want to bury his face between your legs until every goddamn person in Lucis knew his name. Nyx shuddered at the thought. All the screaming and battle sounds died down to just this moment, his mouth on yours, tongues tasting, exploring and dominating.

“God, you’re so heavenly.” He groaned, bucking his hips against yours once, creating stimulating friction between the both of you. His husky and rough voice sent delicious shudders down your spine and you slanted your mouth, leaning upwards to mold your lips with his once again. He reacted immediately, kissing you back with bruising force, as if that was the only thing he knew how to do.

And he would continue to do so, if you let him.

Pulling away from his warmth with much hesitation, you gasped for air, feeling the familiar cool air rush into yours lungs. Not that you minded breathing through his devilish mouth, tinged with the taste of him.

“(Y/N), god, I need you. So much.” Nyx sighed contentedly, resting his forehead against yours, blowing a little air to your lips. He was the Devil’s incarnate, you couldn’t deny that.

“You think I don’t?” You mumbled against the expanse of his chest, running your hands up the hard ridges of his abdomen before digging your nails gently into his shoulder blades.

“I think actions speak louder than words, darling.” With that said, his kiss-swollen lips crashed onto yours once more and you surrendered what was left of your rectitude to absolute hedonism.

Originally posted by smiletotheshadow

Bless Your Heart-Part 1

A/N: This was written for @deanjensengirlmaggie’s strange pairings challenge. It’s my first attempt at fan fiction, and it got a little out of control, but I was having so much fun that I just decided to roll with it. Since I have to break it into two parts, I decided to steal another quote from her list of prompt choices and use one in each half. I really hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Language and some explicit content (sexy but not full blown smutty)

Originally posted by loveissupernatural

“Dude, what the hell are we doing here? I’m gonna to get carried off by these pterodactyls,” Dean complained as he doused himself in another layer of Off Deep Woods.

“Man, quit being a whimp. I can’t believe you are even complaining. We are somewhere tropical for a change. It’s not cold. It’s not the end of the world. Just a regular case in a beautiful country. If a few mosquitoes are the worst we have to deal with, I’ll take it,” Sam countered.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that shit. I get it, Sammy. Still don’t want to get Zika though.” Dean glanced around at his immediate surroundings and he had to admit, though he’d never say it out loud, Sam had a point. Belize was something else. Better than their normal gig, that was for sure. Waves beat against the reef that stretched under the crystal-clear water right off the coast of Ambergris Caye and a nice breeze carried the smell of salt right to the boys’ noses and almost made them forget why they even came. Maybe they could spend a few days and eat some salbutes, catch a few fish, and throw back a few beers with Eliazar and a couple other locals. 

 “Tell me again what E said about these missing fellas on the island,” Dean said at about the same time a tourist in a neon pink golf cart nearly plowed him down in the middle of Front Street.

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Saudade: Ch11

When Brendon took you to your apartment, you sat him down for a glass of wine, and you both decided it would be best to talk about where you were going from here. You hoped he would say something like “call me up the next time Josh leaves for tour” or “I’m always here if you ever get lonely again” or “in case you change your mind, I’ll be waiting,” but he didn’t say anything like that. Not at all. Instead, Brendon decided it was best for you to part ways, for good. “It’s important that this is consensual,” he explained, you nodding your head and agreeing even though you couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

To throw away everything you had with Brendon, all those weeks, months, of just being in his house and having a drink, smoking a joint, playing with the dogs, hanging out in his studio, fucking him late at night, making out with him in the morning, it broke your heart. You couldn’t bring yourself to ever let go of him, yet, here you were. You both decided to delete each other’s contacts from your phone, leaving no trace of each other anywhere, and to swear to keep this your little secret. With a simple kiss, which turned into a passionate make out session, Brendon then left, leaving you alone in your apartment, back to square one once again.

You spent that week sitting at home and watching the same old television shows, trying your best to push Brendon out of your mind. You tidied up the house, watched as the last of the hickeys fade away from your neck, as well as the bruises on your hips, and washed your clothes of the smell of alcohol and marijuana. You wondered if Josh might notice how all the wine bottles were now empty, so you decided to fill them up with water and set them back where they were, cork reinserted and all, hoping that he wouldn’t notice the slight change. By the time the week was done and Josh’s flight had landed, you were ready for the moment when he would walk through the door, and you would become fully dedicated to him once again.

“Hey,” Josh gave a wide smile when you opened the door and he was standing there, suitcases beside him, usual snapback, wearing a gray hoodie and some jeans with sneakers. His brown eyes became squinted as his smile grew wider, holding his arms out to hug you. You took a step forward and wrapped your arms around him, his embrace holding you tight, and you didn’t really know exactly why, but you started to cry. You buried you face in his shoulder and squeezed his torso, closing your eyes tight and letting the tears fall, your body shaking as you pulled your body close to his.

“I missed you so much,” you mumbled into the fabric of his hoodie, sniffling and refusing to let go just yet. “I’ve just been a mess without you I don’t even-”

Josh released the embrace, hands on your shoulders, staring into your teary eyes before whispering, “It’s okay. I’m here now.” He pressed his lips to yours, kissing you softly, sifting his hands through your hair, both of you closing your eyes, his tongue slipping into your mouth carefully, everything warm and safe and soft and slow. He pulled away and stared at you, both of you giving a soft laugh, him brushing the tears from your cheek before picking up his suitcases and entering the room, you closing the door behind him.

“Come here, sit down,” you urged, insisting he left his luggage by the door and come cuddle on the couch with you. “It felt like forever without you.”

“I know, baby,” he sighed, sitting down beside you and wrapping you in his arms, kissing your lips once again. “I missed you so much, you have no idea.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, hugging him tight. “Thank you for coming back home to me in one piece. I love you.”

“I love you too, y/n,” Josh gave a small smile, giving you a quick kiss. “Now come on. Let’s get dressed for dinner.”

“I almost forgot,” you laughed.

The way you and Josh were dressed, you would’ve thought you were headed to a gala or something. He was wearing his fancy black tuxedo and you were in an elegant black dress to match, your hair done up and light makeup, and you could smell the cologne on Josh’s neck when you hugged him before you left. In retrospect, it was a special occasion, being reunited with him. You had been separated for so long, and just visiting for a couple days could never satiate the thirst you had for him back in your life. He took such good care of you, dressing you up and taking you to dinner like this.

“What are you thinking about?” Josh wondered, watching as you tried to suppress a grin and clear away your thoughts.

“Nothing,” you lied, grin deciding to show on your face anyways.

“Something,” he insisted, smirking.

“Just about how lucky I am to have a boyfriend like you,” you smiled, leaning across the table to give him a kiss on the lips.

“How did I survive that long without you?” Josh wondered aloud, gazing at you, beaming.

“I have no idea,” you sighed. “But I’m so fucking happy we’re just finally together again.”

As you ate dinner, you both talked about your favorite conspiracy theories, listing the pros and cons, debating whether the evidence was real or fake, and had a passionate discussion about the possibility of life on mars. One of your favorite things about Josh was the way he explained something he was excited about. The way his eyes lit up and he talked with his hands, the shy quiet boy in him shoved away to reveal and energetic bubbly friend. By the time the bill rolled around, you and Josh decided to go grab a tub of ice cream from the supermarket and then head home, get dressed in your pajamas, and curl up on the couch and find a good Disney film to watch.

“So tell me,” Josh began as he turned the keys in the ignition and pulled out of the restaurant parking lot. “If I ever went on tour again, and Tyler said yes, would you go with me?”

“Like, on tour?” your eyes widened.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “On the road and everything.”

“They’d let me?” you wondered, confused and surprised.

“For the next one, yeah,” Josh gave a small smile.

“Oh my god. Are you serious?” you did a doubletake, looking at him, still shocked.

“One hundred percent,” he beamed. “I mean, it would be a while, considering we just got off of tour, but I talked to Tyler and Mark about it, and I think I got approval.”

“T-that’s amazing,” you laughed, a grin spreading on your face. “Holy shit. That’s amazing.”

“Yeah, I thought you might like it,” Josh chuckled.

“Like it? I love that idea,” you grinned.

At the store, Josh insisted on picking you up and putting you in the shopping cart, wheeling you around and bumping you into the aisles, both of you giggling and laughing. You really did miss him, so much. There was a certain sunshine about Josh that radiated from him, a contagious happiness that was injected in your veins around his presence, a sort of sweet bubblegum taste that filled your mouth when you kissed him. He was everything happy and healthy and safe and soft and wonderful. He was yours. He was Josh. “Okay, pick out your favorite,” Josh decided, crossing his hands over his chest and opening up the fridge. You carefully teetered towards the side of the cart and reached for your favorite flavor, Josh smirking at your choice because he knew you would pick it, and then jerked the cart back, making you squeal as you tumbled back into the cart, tub of ice cream falling in your lap.

“Josh!” you cried, bursting into a fit of giggles as the grocery cart crashed back down on all four wheels. “God, you’re going to kill me.”

“I would never,” he gasped, laughing with you as he zoomed you towards the check out line.

That night, both of you changed into comfy clothes and you were cuddled up to his side, one of your favorite Disney movies playing, two spoons stuck in a halfway eaten tub of ice cream, his fingers tangled in your hair, your head laying on his chest, blanket over the two of you. “Thank you,” you mumbled, looking up at him. “For everything. I love you.”

“I love you,” he responded, setting the ice cream on the ground and holding your head in his hands, kissing you.

“Mmm you taste sweet,” you smiled when he pulled away.

“You always taste sweet,” he winked, making you laugh, kissing him again. His tongue slipped into your mouth, the delicious taste of ice cream on your tongue, and somehow your legs shifted to the side, allowing his access to between your legs, you straddling his waist, grinding down on him softly. “Come here.” He swiftly changed positions so he was the one on top of you, then kissed your lips softly, sliding down to his knees, tugging down your sweatpants and underwear, tossing it aside.

“P-please Josh,” you begged, him leaving soft kisses on the insides of your thighs, teasing you. You were about to ask again when he delved his tongue in between your folds, making you gasp, and then started to eat you out, nice and slow. “Fuck that feels so good.”

“You’re so delicious baby, god,” Josh sighed, licking up and down your folds, making you tug lightly on his hair. “I missed this so much.” His tongue circled around your clit, making you cum, you moaning out his name. He licked a stripe down your folds before climbing back on top of you, tugging off your shirt and unclasping your bra, sucking on your breasts.

“Fuck,” you tilted your head back as his tongue slid against your skin, then he worked his way back up to your lips, kissing you as you slid his t-shirt up off of him. He then stuck his hand in the cushion of the couch, making you raise an eyebrow with confusion, only before fishing out a condom, making you laugh aloud, amused. “You really keep some in there?”

“You never know,” he smirked.

“You’re so fucking ridiculous,” you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “And so fucking amazing.” You kissed him again, sliding your hands down his chest and lower, tugging down his shorts and palming him through his boxers, making him moan.

“God baby, that feels so wonderful,” he hummed as you worked on his erection.

“Give me the condom,” you whispered, sliding down his boxers down to his ankles and helping him kick them off. He did as so and you carefully tore open the foil, glancing up at him before tossing it aside, taking the latex and rolling it over his length, then pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Suddenly, Josh pressed you into the couch cushions, straddling your hips, taking charge and working at your neck, kissing down to your breasts, then back up again.

“I missed this gorgeous body way too much,” he sighed. “I can’t wait to feel how fucking tight you are, especially going for months without a good fuck, god I bet you’re just aching for me, aren’t you?”

You bit down on your lip, hard, guilt settling at the pit of your stomach. “Mm yeah,” you forced out, trying your best not to let it get to you.

“Something wrong?” his eyes softened, looking up at you.

“N-no, I j-just uh, I missed this,” you stammered out, trying to think of the first lie that could pop into your head. “I missed you. So much. And I need this, Josh. Please.”

“I know,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I need this too. More than you could ever imagine.”

“Oh god,” you gasped when he sunk into you, every inch of his cock slowly sliding in, making you moan. It had been so long since Josh fucked you, you almost forgot what he felt like. He was slow and soft and gentle and kind and considerate. Having sex with Josh was so sweet, like chocolate carefully melting on your tongue or dipping apple slices in caramel or wisps of cotton candy coagulating at the bottom of a basin. It was picking dandelions in a summer field or snowflakes landing on the tip of your nose in the wintertime. It was wonderful and delightful and careful, sex with Josh.

“Holy shit your body is unreal,” he groaned, thrusting into you at a faster pace, closing his eyes and biting down on his lower lip.

“Josh,” you moaned out his name as you both came, your hips rolling up to meet his real slow, orgasm washing over the two of you like a peaceful rain.

“Fuck y/n,” he sighed, pulling out and kissing the top of your head. “I am never leaving you for tour ever again.”

“You better not,” you narrowed your eyes, him smirking and you giggling, sharing another kiss before he backed away. He rolled off the couch lazily, heading towards the bathroom, leaving you to pick up the blanket and curl yourself in it, then grab the tub of ice cream and the spoon and take a bite.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he sighed when he reentered, sitting down beside you as you opened the blanket for him to join you. You instantly curled up to his side, both of you glancing at the screen and laughing before placing your lips on each other’s and deciding to make out instead.

“I love you,” you whispered, looking into his eyes. “I really do.”

“I love you more,” Josh mumbled, giving a small smile. “More than you ever could love me.” You bit your lip and struggled to make eye contact with him, a small voice in your head whispering that yeah, he’s probably right.