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summary: after ellie embarrasses joel at the winter dance, you help take his mind off of it.
warnings: smut. fluff. angst. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!). use of pet names (sweetheart, honey, my love, darling). praise. age gap (reader is in her 30s, joel is his age in the second season). no mention of y/n. [ 4k ]
You saw Seth's outburst at Ellie and Dina firsthand, and Joel's reaction was immediate — his body tense, fists clenched at his sides. He pushed his body away from the bar he stood at beside you, rushing forward and placing his hands on the older man, the entire town watching Seth fall to the floor from Joel’s forceful shove.
Ellie’s face was frozen in horror, but it was anger that burned through most vividly. She watched as Maria rushed to pull Seth away, then turned her eyes to Joel – the man who had become a father to her – standing there, silently waiting to ask if she was alright.
That’s when everything fell apart.
“I don’t need your fucking help.”
The entire hall fell silent, the weight of Joel’s pain hanging in the air, and he took a step back, his chest tightening with a pain that was sharper than any blade. His eyes locked onto Ellie, but all he found was a hardness in her eyes that he had never seen before. The harsh words hung in the air, and for a moment the world seemed to fade away. It was as if time had frozen, the silence so loud it deafened everyone in the hall. Then everything came crashing back. The hum of electricity, your breathing, the sound of Joel’s boots on the ground as he walked forward and out of the church. Acting on nothing but instinct, you gave Ellie a small, tight-lipped smile as you past her and followed Joel outside.
The sudden cold hit you as you walked outside, the temperature having dropped significantly despite it only being an hour or so since you entered the church. The lights of Jackson were dim compared to the lively glow of the dance. You spotted Joel's tall, broad figure stood by a lamp near the church, one hand running through his hair as his head tilted downwards.
"Joel?” You started, and his attention snapped over to you as you approached, head lifting to meet your gaze.
You heard the quiet sniffle that he tried to hide and watched as he brought his hand up to wipe away a tear. A beat of silence passed as you took a few steps closer, then another. And another. You stopped when you were less than a meter away, the light from the lamp illuminating Joel’s features. His face was weary and gaunt, the years showing themselves on his tired, sad eyes. You wanted to reach out to him… To comfort him…
"You alright?" You heard yourself ask, and the moment the words left your mouth you knew it was a dumb question.
He let out a scoff in response, hand dropping to his side as he moved to lean back against the wall of the building next to the church. He was quiet, his gaze falling to the ground, eyes glossy. You gave him a soft smile, a small one that held both love and understanding. Silence fell once more as you studied Joel’s figure, his shoulders slumped and head lowered in defeat. He looked broken, as if everything was finally catching up to him. And in a way, it probably was.
You knew better than to try and get Joel to talk about how he was feeling. He wasn't one to talk about his emotions, not even with you. Instead, you took in a deep breath and allowed the silence to envelope you both once more. You leaned against the wall beside him, not wanting him to be alone in that moment.
"She hates me."
You turned your head to look at him, hand reaching out to touch his, trying to ground him. "She doesn't. She's just angry because she wanted to handle the situation herself."
"I just wanted to protect her," he said, voice thick and full of emotion. “What that asshole said was out of line.”
“I know, my love.” You reached for his hand and laced your fingers with his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You did what you thought was right, and no one can fault you for that.”
He still wasn't looking at you, instead staring down at your hand, his thumb gently stroking over your skin as his fingers wrapped around your own. He was silent for a moment as he processed your words.
"But it still hurt her,” he admitted finally, his voice soft yet rough.
You nodded in understanding, your heart felt heavy seeing Joel this way. "I know," you replied gently, “But trust me when I say that she'll come around. She just needs some time to process everything."
Joel said nothing in response, his eyes now having returned to looking at the ground. You could tell he was still beating himself up over the entire situation.
"Come here.”
You let go of his hand and moved to stand in front of him, arms open for him to fall into. He didn’t hesitate, and you felt his head rest against your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, instantly feeling the dampness of his tears on your skin. You held him tightly, one hand moving to gently stroke his greying hair as the other rubbed circles across his back.
"It's okay," you whispered, trying to soothe his pain. "It's going to be okay."
You felt him take in a deep, shaky breath as he pulled you even closer, his grip on you tightening. He stayed as he was for a while, silent save for the occasional soft sob or quiet sniffle that escaped him. His weight against you was comforting, and you continued to hold him, providing a safe place for him to let out his pain and frustration.
He shook his head lightly against you, and you heard his voice, muffled by the fabric of your clothes. "I just... I want her to be happy. I miss her."
You nodded, and even though you knew he couldn't see it, he could feel it. "I know, honey. She just needs some time to cool off, that's all.”
There was a moment of silence as Joel held onto you, and you could feel the tremors running through his body as he tried to contain his emotions. You continued to run your hand up and down his back, not saying a word, just allowing him to feel whatever he needed to feel. After several moments, he pulled away slightly and looked at you, his face tear-streaked. Your heart broke seeing him like this, so vulnerable and hurting. So, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his temple, right above his scar.
"Let's get you home, yeah?”
He nodded, a final sniffle leaving him before he pulled back from the embrace. You interlocked your fingers with his once again as you turned and began walking together, the snow-dusted dirt crunching beneath your boots.
As you walked through the streets of Jackson, the town was quiet and peaceful, the only sounds coming from the soft crunch of snow beneath your feet and the faint music in the distance. Tall lamps on the sides of the roads gave off a soft, warm glow, and the houses had large porches wrapped around the outer walls. You could see glimpses of the town's residents inside their homes through the windows, warm fires burning in the fireplaces and the low hums of conversation. There was comfort in the silence, in the way your shoulders brushed every so often.
It didn’t take long for the two of you to reach home. When you stepped into the house, it was warm despite having no heat source on for a few hours. You flicked on the nearest lamp, letting the soft orange glow fill the room, and turned to Joel as you shrugged off your jacket. You saw the exhaustion in his features, the deep bags under his eyes and the slump in his shoulders. He shut the door behind the two of you and walked over to the couch, collapsing down onto it with a huff.
"I'm gonna grab something to drink, you want anything?" you asked softly, stepping closer to him.
He shook his head, but just as you were about to turn and head toward the kitchen, you felt a hand grab yours. Joel pulled you around, making you face him. Without saying a word, he tugged you closer until you were standing between his legs. You let out a small noise of surprise but quickly settled, your hip pressed against the edge of the couch. You could see Joel's face clearly now, illuminated by a shaft of moonlight streaming in from the window.
He was watching you closely, eyes roaming your face like he was trying to commit every feature to memory. His grip on your hand tightened, drawing you closer still. His other hand moved to rest on your thigh, thumb rubbing gentle circles into your jeans. You felt butterflies in your stomach as he looked at you, his touch sending electric shocks through your body. You placed a hand on top of his that was resting on your leg, gently tracing your fingertips over his knuckles.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” Joel spoke quietly, his voice gruff but holding so much love. He lifted your hand, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss against the back. “I love you.”
It was like a bolt of lightning striking through you at his words. No matter how many times he said it, your heart skipped a beat.
"I love you too," you replied, your voice barely a whisper. You brought your other hand up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing across the scruffy facial hair along his jawline.
His eyes fluttered shut at your touch, and he leaned into your hand, seeking out your touch like a man starved of affection. You couldn’t deny that you enjoyed this side of Joel — the vulnerable, tender side that only came out when he was with you.
“Still can’t believe ya want me,” he mumbled against your hand, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. “Don't know how you put up with me.”
“Always have, always will,” you promised, gently running your fingers through his hair, the silvering strands soft against your touch. “And quite easily, believe it or not.” He cracked an eye open, looking at you like he didn't quite believe you. You smiled softly and cupped his face in your hands. “I love you. That’s not gonna change just because you and El are going through a rough patch.”
Joel let out a small huff at your words, and you saw the corners of his lips pulled up in a slight smile. He leaned into your touch once more, eyes closing as he savored the feeling of your hands on his face.
“She’s pissed off with me,” he said after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can’t really blame her.” He sighed. “I just... I dunno, feel like I keep messing up with her, ya know?”
“It’ll work out.”
Joel was silent as he looked up at you, his expression softening even more. He lifted a hand to rest against your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your cheek, the calloused skin rough against your own. You leaned into his touch, a sigh escaping you as your eyes fluttered shut for a moment. It felt nice to have these moments of comfort with each other, in the midst of all the chaos that was constantly happening around you.
"I hope so," Joel said after a moment of silence, and you both knew he was talking about more than just his relationship with Ellie.
You opened your eyes to look at him, feeling a little pang in your heart at the pain that was visible on his face. He looked tired, like he had been battling demons on his own for far too long.
"Hey," you said softly, your hand moving to cover his, "You're doing the best you can. You have to give yourself some credit for that."
Joel let out a scoff, his gaze drifting away from your face to look at something in the distance. "Doesn't feel like it."
You could feel the guilt and blame radiating off him, and it pained you to see him like this. You frowned at his words, not liking how he was talking about himself. "Stop that," you said firmly and brought your hand up to his chin, tilting his head to look at you again. "You need to stop being so hard on yourself."
He let out a gruff sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a hum, but he didn't argue. Instead, his thumb brushed over your cheek again, his touch gentle yet firm.
"Sometimes my best doesn't feel like enough, ya know?"
You nodded, understanding the weight of those words all too well. "I know, but it is," you promised him. "You may not see it, but you're doing more than enough." You lifted a hand to gently touch his shoulder, feeling the tension beneath your fingertips. "You're only one person, Joel. You can't save everyone."
His eyes flicked up to meet yours, searching for any sign of a lie or doubt. When he found none, he let out a sigh and leaned his forehead against your chest, his grip on your waist tightening. You could feel the tension leaving his body as he leaned into you. His head rested just above your heart, the steady rhythm of your pulse filling his ears. It was a comforting sound, grounding him in the moment, reminding him that he wasn't alone. And here in your arms, he felt safer than he had in years.
"I just want to protect you all," he mumbled, his voice slightly muffled. "I'm scared of losing you."
Your fingers running gently across his broad shoulders, tracing small patterns as he let his guard down. He was strong and capable, but even the toughest man could break.
"You've already saved so many people," you reminded him, your voice soft. "Including me." You leaned down so your chin rested atop his head. "You're not alone in this, Joel. I'm here for you. Always."
He finally lifted his head, looking up at you from where you were perched on his lap. His eyes were tired but filled with love. He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind you ear, his thumb gently tracing along your jaw before sliding down to rest on your chin. The corners of his mouth tugged up into a small smile and his eyes were glossy. You could see the raw emotion in them. It was rare that he let himself be this vulnerable, and it only happened when he was with you.
He didn't say anything, his hand coming up to slide up your leg, fingertips leaving trails of heat in their wake. You shivered slightly at his touch, the heat of his hand seeping through your jeans. Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers slid under your shirt, hand pausing at the spot just above the waistband, his thumb rubbing small circles into the sensitive skin. You felt yourself leaning into his touch, unable to resist the magnetic pull between you. This is what it meant to feel alive. To feel his hands on you, knowing that he was there, that you had each other.
It was a feeling you'd never get tired of.
He was watching you closely, his gaze filled with both heat and hesitation. You felt your heart rate quicken, the intensity of his look coupled with his touch driving you crazy. You knew he was asking a silent question, and with a slight movement of your hips, you gave him an answer.
His breathing hitched in his throat as you shifted on his lap, the movement bringing you even closer together. You felt his grip on your hip tighten, his fingers digging into your flesh ever so slightly. There was a moment of hesitation, a split second where the both of you held your breaths, and then he was pulling you down, crashing his lips against your own. The kiss was heated and hungry, as if he was starving for the taste of you. His tongue immediately sought entrance, and you willingly obliged, your own tongue meeting his in a desperate dance as your hands moved to cradle his face.
The two of you were pressed tightly against each other, and you could feel his body heat seeping through your clothes, the heat from his kiss adding to the flush that was probably evident on your cheeks by now. His hands were everywhere — on your hips, in your hair, slipping beneath your shirt to feel the soft skin of your back. The kiss was frenzied, the desperation in his touch sending your head spinning. You both needed this, needed the connection, the reassurance. He pulled back for a moment, his breath coming out in ragged gasps, but the look he gave you held a clear message — he wasn't done with you yet.
He kissed you again and you let out a soft moan, your fingers tangling in his long, greying hair. The feel of his lips on yours was enough to send you spiraling, the heat coiling deep in your belly. His hands moved back down to your hips, gripping tight as he pulled you flush against him, your body molding against the hard planes of his. You could feel him hardening beneath you, the knowledge sending tendrils of electricity throughout your body.
His hands slowly moved up your sides, calloused fingers skimming your ribcage, causing you to shiver. His touch was both rough and gentle, a contradiction that only served to drive you even crazier. You ground down against him, wanting nothing more than to feel closer to him, every touch and kiss leaving you needing more.
He pulled back momentarily, his gaze roaming over your face, taking in the flushed cheeks, the parted lips, the heavy-lidded eyes that were filled with desire. You began placing a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin as you went. The sound of your name slipped from his lips as you nipped at the spot just below his ear.
“God, darlin’," he murmured, voice thick with need. "You're driving me insane."
You pulled back slightly with a small grin. “Yeah?”
His eyes locked with yours, the intensity behind them making your heart skip a beat. "You have any idea what you do to me?"
You ground down on his lap again, biting your bottom lip as a groan left him. “I can feel the effect I have on you.”
His grip on your hips tightened, holding you in place as you rubbed yourself against him, the friction causing a curse to escape his lips. He dropped his head to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin.
"You're gonna be the death of me, ya know that?" he rasped out, his voice low and filled with want.
“After everything you’ve been through, you’ll end up dying in a funny way — like slipping on a golf course or something.”
He huffed out a laugh against your shoulder, vibrations sending ripples of pleasure through you. He lifted his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. He shifted against you, the action causing his groin to press up into yours, and you felt the hard length of him press against you, even through the layers of clothes.
Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling, and he let out a soft chuckle. "You're hilarious, ya know that?”
You couldn't help but let out a soft moan, your hips involuntarily bucking against him, seeking that delicious friction. His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin, a gesture that only heightened the desire coursing through you. He shifted again, his grip on your hips tight as he ground up into you, his eyes never leaving your face.
"I have my moments,” you managed to gasp out, your hands going to his shoulders to steady yourself.
He chuckled softly, his gaze flicking down to your flushed face, the desire in his expression nearly pushing you over the edge. "Oh, I know," he murmured, his voice deep and rough. He shifted again, his hips rolling against yours, creating friction that had you biting back a moan.
His fingers moved from your hips up to your waist, the gesture almost reverent, like he was touching something precious. He tugged you closer, his body heat seeping through you even through the thin shirt you were wearing. Your hands slid down from his shoulders, moving to his chest and fingers playing with the buttons of his flannel shirt, a silent request to get his consent to go further.
His eyes flicked down to your hands as they played with the buttons of his shirt, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He gave you a quick nod and you felt his grip on your hip loosen slightly, allowing you to move freely. He leaned back, resting against the couch and watching you with an intense gaze, his eyes dark with lust. You slowly unbuttoned his shirt, the fabric parting to reveal a toned chest beneath, sprinkled with scars and dusted with a light covering of hair. You traced your fingers over his skin, feeling the heat radiating from him, his muscles twitching faintly under your touch. Your eyes flicked up to his face and you saw his gaze was hooded, watching your every move with rapt attention.
He was the perfect blend of strength and snacks, body holding a soft armor of fatherhood.
You pulled back for a moment, breath coming out in short gasps. Joel's eyes were still fixed on you, his breathing just as erratic as he attempted to control his own desires. He could feel the heat radiating off your body, the tension between the two of you at its peak.
Your pause was met with a slight frown from Joel as you pulled back, his hands sliding up your arms, gripping your elbows. "Ya alright there, sweetheart?" he asked, disquiet evident in his voice.
You smiled, giving your man a slow, short nod. Gazing down at him – eyes hungry, heart full – you saw the want mirrored in his face, raw and unspoken. Right then, right there, you were exactly where you belonged.
“Never been better.”
There was a moment of silence, Joel's gaze studying you intently, his hands still holding your elbows. He could sense the sincerity in your words, and it caused a slight smile to pull at the corner of his lip.
His gaze dropped to your hands as you began unbuttoning your own shirt, the action causing his breath to hitch in his throat. The sight of your fingers moving, the movement of the fabric sliding down your shoulders... it was all driving him crazy.
“I’m one lucky son’a bitch,” he muttered to himself, his eyes following your every movement.
You dropped your hands as Joel's replaced yours, working to unbutton your shirt, his fingers deft and precise as they popped open the buttons one by one. His eyes were fixed on your skin, his breathing increasing in pace as more was revealed. He gently pushed the fabric aside, his gaze roaming over the newly exposed skin.
“You’re so beautiful.”
You smiled softly and thanked him, leaning forward to press your lips against his — this time much more soft, despite the urge still being there. He returned the kiss with equal softness, his grip on your elbows loosening as he allowed the moment to settle into something more tender. His hand came up to cup your face, his touch light and almost tentative. The kiss was gentle, a far cry from the heated passion of before, but no less intimate. The feel of his rough-worn fingers against your face a comfort as he deepened the kiss slightly, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip, seeking entrance.
You parted your lips in response, letting him in, your breaths mingling. His kisses were slow and thorough, his touch tender but firm. You could feel the heat building again, but it was different this time — less animalistic and more forbearing. His tongue glided against yours in a slow, lazy dance, as if he was savouring the taste of you. His other hand slid around your waist, pulling you even closer, the heat of his bare skin against yours driving you crazy.
You could feel his body respond instantly to your movements, his grip on your waist tightening as he let out a low groan. His lips left yours, trailing down your chin to the sensitive skin of your neck. His hands slid down to your hips, pulling you forward, grinding himself up into you. His teeth nipped at your pulse point, a desperate moan leaving your lips as you found yourself once again caught in a vehement moment with your lover.
Joel’s hands moved to the waistband of your jeans, struggling to undo them as you continued to move against him. He pulled away for a moment, looking down at where his hands worked to achieve his goal of taking your pants off. He tapped your thigh, a silent signal for you to stand, and – with your help – he managed to successfully pull them down, watching as you kicked them off before settling yourself back on his lap.
Once you were settled, his hands were on you again, impatiently sliding up your thighs, leaving scorching trails in their wake. His eyes were dark with desire, his breath coming in laboured gasps as he looked at you, his fingers digging into your skin.
“Need you,” you mumbled, hands lowering to his belt and pulling at it. You could feel the hardness of him pressing against you as you slid his belt through the loops of his jeans.
“Yeah?”
You nodded desperately, hands moving to undo the buttons of his jeans. You didn’t care if his shirt still hung around his shoulders or if his jeans weren’t entirely off — you just needed him inside you. You were soaked, all because of Joel Miller. There was something about the way his voice sounded when he spoke, so sweet and dominating, that made pleasure burn through you, making you want him even more.
You leaned forward to kiss him, your lips meeting his instantly. He kissed you almost desperately, like he was starving and you were the only thing that could possibly satisfy him. Your hands switched between resting on his chest and shoulders, pushing your underwear to the side as Joel pulled pulled himself from his boxers. He reached down and lined himself up before allowed you to sink down onto him. Your eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure, having him fill you to the brim. No matter how many times Joel fucked you, you would never get over how good he felt.
"Good girl," he murmured, voice rough. "That's my good girl."
"Oh, my god..."
You took a moment to collect yourself before lifting up and sinking back down onto him. He could feel your hands on his shoulders, your nails clawing at his skin, and it only turned him on more. You moaned as you moved, the sounds of your sopping wet pussy filling the room.
“That feel good, sweetheart?" Joel asked, voice strained with how good you felt wrapped around him.
"S-So good," you nodded, eyes closed in pleasure and moans falling freely from your pillowed lips. "So deep."
"Fuck," Joel moaned in response, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. The backs of your thighs hit his as you bounced, and it left you feeling dumb, no thoughts left in your head apart from how pretty Joel looked beneath you. His own lips parted as he reached his hands up, his thumbs brushing over your nipples as he stared as your tits in awe. “Just like that, darlin’, shit-"
He could feel every little gasp, every moan, every whimper you made, and it was driving him crazy. Despite often struggling with reaching an orgasm at his age, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he knew he couldn't hold back for much longer. You leaned down, his face just inches away from yours, and pressed your forehead against his. Joel suddenly slid his hand down your body, his thumb finding your clit and quickly rubbing it. You moaned loudly, nails scratching down his chest and leaving red marks in their wake.
"F-fuck!" you cried, the pleasure consuming you. You sped up, moving harder and rougher. He loved the sound of your voice, the way it changed as he touched you, the way it got higher and more desperate as you got closer.
"That's it," he rasped. "Let me hear how good you feel." He suddenly grabbed your hip, using it as leverage as he started to thrust up into you, his body tensing at the movement.
“Joel-” you whined, one hand moving to the back of his neck. You stared into his brown eyes, seeing nothing but love and desire in them. He knew you were close, could feel it in the way you moved, and he felt his own body grow taut in response.
His name on your lips sent a shiver down his spine, and he let out a soft moan, his grip on your hips tightening just a fraction. He pushed himself against you, his chest rumbling beneath your hand.
"Fuck, sweetheart," he murmured, his lips grazing against your jawline. His lips began to trail kisses down your neck, his kisses open mouthed and hot. His beard scratched against your skin, causing a moan to leave you at the feeling. “Doing such a good job for me.”
“Fuck,” you cried out, tears welling in your eyes as you looked down at him. “Y’look so good, Joel– Oh my god.” Another moan left you. “Want you to cum so deep inside me.”
Joel let out a low grown, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at you. "Sweetheart, you're killin' me here." He pressed his face into your neck, hot breath against your skin, his fingers digging even further into your thighs in a vice grip.
“Need it, Joel — please.” He nodded against your shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut as his arms wrapped around your wait, holding you to him. His thrusts sped up, a clapping sound filling the air around you as his breathing became more laborious. “‘m gonna cum-!”
You pretty much screamed his name as you did, legs shaking around his hips with your arms hugging his head to your chest. He felt you tighten around him, felt your nails digging into his skin, and he couldn't hold back anymore.
"That’s it, sweetheart,” Joel mumbled, running purely on primal instincts now. Your tits bounced as he continued to fuck himself deeper into you. “Gonna- Fuck. Gonna cum, darlin’.”
“Inside me, cum inside me,” you pleaded, pressing kisses up and down his neck. “Please.”
Joel grabbed ahold of your hips, grinding his hips deep into yours a few more times before coming to a stop. He came hard, his body tensing up as he buried his face into your neck, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he rode out his orgasm. You felt his cum fill you up, letting out a hum of content. He was breathing heavily, his body still shaking from the intensity of his release, and he couldn't remember ever feeling this good, this wrecked, this satisfied.
“Did I ever tell you that you’re really sexy when you’re angry and protective?”
it’s a shame that soobin has to work on christmas eve, but coming home to a fire-toasted home and his little family is enough to make up for it. ˒´-
꣑ ࣪˒ 〈 🌰 〉 ･ 3.4k
ρairings ˒ husband!soobin x reader
ɠ ; smut ˒ fluff
ωarnings ˒ breeding kink, soobin rlly wants to get reader pregnant, lactation kink, general smut, traditional roles, tradwife reader, whiny soobin, breast fondling, mentions of balls cause i know how some people feel abt that, they’re both whiny for each other, soobin’s big, and lmk if i missed anything!
✎୭ ashlynn's note this one’s at the request of my lovely @biteyoubiteme! i love you baby, and could not thank u more for giving me this gift. this was the best gift i could’ve gotten for christmas >.<‘ but yes, since we are always giggling over dad!txt, this one i dedicate to u!!!
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The best thing you’ve heard today is the jingling of keys at the front door.
Soobin comes through the door with heavy, tired eyes. When the kids come tumbling down the hallway for him, they soften into something warm. Lifting one to pepper kisses over her face, and listening to the other tattle about something that’d happened earlier, his mouth tugs into a gentle smile.
Dusting powdered sugar off your hands, you wait your turn. The scene falls over you like a dryer-warmed blanket. All you three had done today was wait for him to come home. When finally it’s you that he turns to, your heart flickers.
The Christmas tree is up and in a stand, but it’s bare. You didn’t want to decorate it without him, as much as he told you he wouldn’t mind if you and the kids did. It’s not every Christmas eve that he works, but he’d been scheduled this year. You’d spent the whole day rolling out dough and slipping the kids some, even though you knew the sugar would wind them up, just to make the house feel less empty.
And, wind them up it did. You took them outside, bundled up in thick cashmeres and puffy jackets, at one point, hoping they might work some of it out in the fluffy snow that’d fallen fresh on yesterday. It hadn’t worked, but watching them with pink cheeks and giggling was worth the while. Then, the three of you drug snow-wetted feet indoors to defrost, tugging off layers to accept the tingle of warm air against your numb skin.
You wish he was there, too, though.
Soobin reaches up to pull his tie loose from his neck as he comes to give you your greetings. He just manages to get it loose before taking your lips against his.
With his hands steadying you by the hips and the counter at your back, you sigh out a soft breath. Your lips speak of your longing—the both of you. Slow and intimate tugging of lips and soothing, your lashes dust against your cheeks. He tastes like some peppermint candy he’d probably picked up on the way out of the office. Fingers still a bit cold from outside, he brings one hand up and cups your cheek, brushing a thumb up and down the flushed skin there.
He smiles against your mouth and parts from you only to sprinkle sugary kisses over your face. They fall everywhere: a few over your cheeks, one just beside your mouth, and the last to your forehead. He cups your cheeks through each. When he pulls back and you think he’s done, he steals a quick peck for good measure. His hot-chocolate eyes catch yours once he’s done for real, nose crinkling.
“Hi, baby,” he says. Your heart sings listening to his smooth timbre. It resonates through you and brushes down every last frayed nerve. “How did home treat you?”
You reach behind yourself to tug your apron off. It’s a mess of flour and stray buttercream icing. “It’s Christmas eve,” you tell him. That’s answer enough. “How was work? Did you have a good day?” you say, smoothing your hands over the knitted sweater you’d swiped from his drawer. “We missed you.”
His chest is like home against your back as he wraps you up in his frame. “Doesn’t matter; I’m home now. It’s a good day.” He murmurs his words into your hair. “Mmm. You smell good. Are all these cookies for me?”
“You know who they’re for,” you say. The smile on your mouth is light and fluffy, like whipped cream. Sweet. You’d waited all day for this—for him.
His arms encompass you, wrapped across your front like ribbons over a present. You can hear the lazy smile in his words. “Were you baking all day waiting for me, beautiful?”
With the weight and warmth of him against you, you let your head fall back on his chest. You hum. “I missed you so bad,” you say.
“I know,” he says. Pressing a toasty kiss right into your neck where it’s bared to him, he adds, “I missed you too. Wish I was able to spend the whole day with you guys, not paperwork. But, it’s okay. I had my pretty wife here waiting for me.” Toward the tail-end, he hangs sweet suggestion over his words.
Your cheeks go pink. Maybe you’ve got the heater up too high. It’s not usually this hard waiting for him to get home from work. You’ll usually be busy with your own stuff, so that time passes you by fast enough. And then, he’ll come home all tired, and you’ll finally get the kids to sleep and he’ll make slow, sweet love to you, and then the whole household goes quiet as you all knock out. But today... you found yourself missing him more. On Christmas eve, you’re all supposed to be together; spending the day sprawled over the couch with intertwined limbs and running through Christmas classics with bellies full of hot chocolate and candy canes.
But, he’s here now. That’s all you can ask for. A full, content home.
“The kids want to do the tree,” you say, curling your fingers over the warm skin of his forearm where he’s bunched the cuffs of his button-up to his elbows. “They waited very patiently all day.” You drag the word all out, because really... it’d felt just as long to you. Usually, you’d have had your tree up and laced with twinkling lights and ornaments two weeks ago, but you really wanted to wait until you could do it all together.
“Well,” he says, leaving you with one last nip to the column of your neck before dragging himself off you. You miss the security of his arms almost pathetically quick. “Let’s get it decorated, then. Wouldn’t want to make you guys wait any longer.”
Soobin departs to find the tubs of Christmas stuff, and you go to pull the kids from their playing.
You can hardly help the excited little smile that finds its way to your mouth as you do.
❅
The lights on the tree wink at you, a cozy warm white like ice crystals among green pine needles. Its branches dip under the weight of heavier bulbs. Starry silver and Santa red, and even those assorted ornaments that you’d let the kids pick out, shimmer in the low light. It’s serene and familiar, like the Christmases that you can only relive through orange, flickering memories of better times. Your chest aches in the good way, looking at it.
All of you had put your touch to it, but mostly, you’d sat back and watched them all work, committing it to memory so that it might never go spotty—so that you can remember it years down the road, and use it like a dose of soothing balm when you no longer have this.
Now, you and Soobin just sit and admire it. In true Christmas fashion, you two had to wrangle the kids to bed. You raised your brows at them and warned them with the same old things you’d heard on Christmas night: Santa doesn’t stop by the houses of kids who don’t sleep, and he especially doesn’t stop for kids that don’t listen to their parents. That got them, warm in their jammies, dragging their feet to bed. Reluctantly, yes. But it did the job, and now it’s just you two.
Your stomach does an excited flip as, in between his mindless smoothing over your skin, Soobin toys with the waistband of your plaid pajamas. Lifting your head from his chest, you look up at him.
“Baby,” he says, taking that hand up and under your shirt. Running the warm, calloused tips of his fingers up the plane of your belly and then just under your breast, he says, “I missed you...”
Sweet and slow, a familiar hunger kindles between your thighs just at the way he says it. You know when your doting husband needs you. Your heart tugs toward him—you need him just the same. Surrounded by the home you’ve made together, made lovely by the scent of Christmas, and in his safe arms, all you want is him.
You tug yourself up from him and the cushions, sliding yourself over his lap so that your two thighs part around his waist and your heat meets his bulge. He’s hardened there already, strained against the fabric and hard against your clothed cunt even through the layers. Sucking in a breath, he supports the small of your back with two sturdy arms.
“Missed you too, Binnie,” you mumble into his neck. You’d said it a few times already, but you think it still isn’t enough to convey what you feel. His hands come down to cup your ass, digging divots into it and pressing you into soft grinds down onto him a few times. Your skin prickles wherever he goes.
When his hands find their way back to the elastic band of your bottoms, you lift your hips and let him tug them off you. It’s an awkward position, and you have to lend him a little help with those and your panties with a snort. He presses his forehead into your shoulder, laughing too.
At a brush of your bare cunt against his cock as he frees it, stood proud between the space of you and against your belly, your smile gives way to soft gasp. The tip of him weeps with pearly beads from the slit. He takes it into his hand taps it against your bud a few times, his free hand at your back, and relishes in the twitching of your hips above him.
With the warmth of his cock lined up with you, he pushes some of your hair out of your face and says, “Hate having to wait all day to see my pretty girl...” His chocolate eyes dart up and down between the sight of you just about to join bodies and your face.
Sinking down on him, letting yourself feel every inch of him anew, you hum agreement. You nestle him all the way down until the tip of him brushes just before the end of your depth, and then you give your hips a few rolls to let your insides adjust to his cock. Soobin’s big—no matter how many times you take him, it’s still a stretch. He doesn’t mind the wait; he sits patiently for you to adjust each time, running his hands up and down your hips just to touch you.
You dig your knees into the cushions and lift yourself off his cock. You let him slip all the way up until the flared tip of him threatens to pop out, letting the moment linger there for a moment before dropping back down on him. His shoulders take the blunt of your weight as you fuck yourself up and down him. “I...wish you didn’t have to work that stupid job...” Your voice permeates the air, above the crackle of the fireplace and the soft smacks of your skin against his.
His fingers dig into the soft curve of your waist where your shirt bunches. Each time you push yourself up, he helps, the corded muscles of his forearms twisting. It’s an intimate dance that the two of you have practiced and mastered, knowing when to give and to take without even the need for words. “I know,” he says, his voice taut. “But... I’m here now, baby. I’m here now. I’ll give you anything you want.”
Your chest feels full at that. You know he means it; he works so hard for you all. The couch cushions are abrasive against your knees, and your thighs burn with a terrible ache, but all that matters in this moment is how he sucks his lips into his mouth and lets his head fall back into the cushion at his back. He rocks his hips up to try and meet you. Each time you bring yourself down on him in a way that has his brow twitching or eyes screwing shut, you aim to find it again—in all of it, you hope he feels you thanking him.
Lifting his head, he tugs your shirt up to watch your tits bounce along with you. Taking his palm over one, he says, “Fuck—miss when these were all full of milk. All heavy for me...” His thumb rolls a pert nipple. Shuddering around a chill, your chest jumps against his hand.
Rather than controlled drags up and down his cock, you devolve into frantic rutting hips and whines. Each roll—back, forth, and in messy circles—nudges his twitching cock right up against that weak spot. Flame rolls in your belly and your thighs.
When you’d been pregnant, your tits had swollen up to produce milk, and they’d never gone back down. Maybe a bit, but never back to what they’d been before pregnancy. Soobin loved it. Not that he hadn’t been content with your breasts before, but you think it was more that he was fascinated that it was him who did that to you. That he had filled you with his cum, and got you round and pregnant. When you’d first started leaking, it wasn’t even you who’d realized. You had been stood in the kitchen with a flimsy grey shirt tugged over your body. When you looked up to see what your husband was up to, his eyes were all glazed over and heavy on your chest, where your shirt had gone dark and wet around your nipples. Before you could hurry off with reddened cheeks to change, he’d pinned you against the counter by the hips to suckle the mess up himself.
“Baby,” he says, voice coming from his throat a hoarse plead, “Beautiful, please, can you give me something for Christmas? Just one thing?”
Hair on your neck damp, you nod frantically. Around his waist, your thighs twitch with exertion and each blazing brush of his cockhead against your gummy walls. You’d give him anything; you’d already grown two children for him.
“You—gonna let me put another in you? Can I please get you all pregnant again?” he grits out, his hair falling out from its styling and over his rose-dusted cheeks. He looks at you heavy-lidded.
Your cunt squeezes him, an answer before you can even form the words. It does a number on you, the way he says it. Because really, you do think that to Soobin, the greatest gift you could give him is to carry his children and to just continue to love him. It’s no different for you; you want nothing more. “Yes, please... I’ll give you as many as...you want, please, just...”
The entirety of your pleading is not even out of your mouth before he’s pressing a strong arm across your back and laying you under him. The cushions accept your back lovingly.
Soobin takes a moment to situate you two. He drags you down by the hips, closer to him, tugs your shirt fully off to let it flutter to the floor elsewhere, tugging his own off in the same fashion, and he pushes your mess of hair out of your face so that he can better see you. And then, melding the bare, warmed skin of your soft chest to his own hard one, he rolls his cock up into you.
It’s slow and tender, like promises of love baked into each grind. He makes love to you in the form of open-mouthed kisses and puffs of breath fanning out over your skin when a deeper thrust has both of you shaken-limbed. In your ears, hot, he whispers filthy nothings.
“Gonna knock my pretty girl up again,” he pants. “Want—you to go around wearing me, big and round. My wife. You look so pretty pregnant... Fuck..” The skin of his chest brushes up against your hardened nipple each time he fucks himself up to you, his hands everywhere as he can’t find where he wants to hold you most. Eventually, he settles on linking his fingers with yours above your head with one hand, and the other splayed over your belly. Right where your belly might be swollen, were you pregnant once more. “Right here... can’t wait—h-oh, shit. Do you want that, baby? Want to give me another?”
Chest and belly tight, you can only manage a squeak and a nod. Through bleary eyes, you take in his face. The soft and masculine angles of his cheeks and jaw, his sweet brown eyes, his pinched brows... and all you feel is safe. Safe in his arms, safe in his love. His body cages you against the cushion, slung over you and delivering languid strokes, but you don’t feel trapped. Not one bit. In his arms, you feel untouchable. Secure beyond a doubt.
Nowhere else, with nobody else, would you rather build a family.
“Soobin, please,” you whine, welcome tears prickling at the corners of your eyes like snowmelt. “Want it so bad... I want it so bad....” Wrapping your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his lower spine, you urge him deeper.
“Okay,” he says. The smacking of your skin punctures the serene air as he picks up the pace. He lets his head fall into your shoulder, stunted breaths falling out as his belly tenses. “Okay, love. Gonna fuck you full of my cum, n’ keep it in there so I know it takes... shit, gonna give you my cum now, okay?”
Face screwed up, you try and roll yourself to meet him, to chase the tightness in your own belly, but he’s got you. With a few more hot stripes of his tongue over your tits and over your neck, and a few frantic nudges right into that spot he’s so familiar with, you go still and then break into full-body shakes. You press your mouth into his shoulder to obscure the sharp, sweet cry that comes rushing out along with your orgasm, worried about waking your sleeping kids. Your thighs twitch and shudder around him, some deep and innate part of your brain taking over through the fog to make sure he cums well and right into you. Fingers and toes curling and splaying through it, you allow yourself to fully feel the sweetness his cock gifts you with.
You don’t doubt that he’ll get you pregnant, cumming in you. Soobin’s seed is heavy and potent. He could knock you up whenever he pleased; the last two times he’d done it, you were surprised how easily it took. Your insides twist up around him harder.
“Fuck,” he half growls, half whines. “Fuck, fuck... Love you, baby... Love you so much...”
He holds you to the couch, fucking you into it as his heavy balls smack against your bottom. And then, spewing murmured expletives and taking your face into a big hand of his to press frantic kisses to your cheek, his hips stutter.
As promised, he spills his cum right into you, right where he knows it’ll reach your womb and give you just what you want. It’s hot and thick against your gummy walls. He holds you through it, taking your hips in kneading hands to hold you still. When you think he’s done rolling his hips up into you to shoot more ribbons, he grinds harder.
Soobin slumps over you, finally stilling. He does not pull out, nor unplug you, though. He wants to make sure his cum stays right where he wants it. His heart thunders a lovely song against your chest, and yours his. He runs long fingers through your hair mindlessly, the both of you basking in the slow fire as it burns through your veins and leaves you lazy.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” he mumbles.
Heart fuller, you hold him closer. “We have so much wrapping to do...” you mumble, trying to blink away your content sleepiness.
He pushes himself off you just to say, “Don’t remind me.” His weight cradles you once more, running appreciative fingertips over your thighs as he says, “Just a little more.”
Who are you to deny him that? You cherish the lines of his face, all soft in the yellowish glow of the tree’s light. Here, in his arms, you let yourself forget about that and anything else but the simple love buzzing in the air.
“Just a little more,” you agree.
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PAIRING: nerd! soobin x afab! reader
SUMMARY: just y/n not expecting nerd! soobin to be a sex god inspired by this very long thought with @gyuthmics
WARNINGS: smut, basically no plot, afab! reader, switch! reader, dom! soobin, big dick! soobin, oral (m rec.), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie (please it's soobin i can't not include it), usage of the words "slut", "baby", "good girl", snowballing, literally like one spank
WORD COUNT: 1.7k
you thought playing around with the cute little nerd in your class would be funny. he was absolutely harmless, you thought, blushing whenever you made eye contact with him and always watching anime in the back of class. all you wanted was to make him your partner for the project and watch him get flustered at every moment. so now you're left wondering: is this really happening? are you really getting the best dick of your life from some guy who has openly said his favorite anime is bunny girl senpai? how did he manage to have you crying and screaming his name?
you remember how his cheeks and ears reddened when you invited him over to your place to "work on the project," when you just wanted to see how long it'd take before he'd beg for your pussy.
oh, how you've missed having someone to play with. you wore a low-cut tank and shorts, leaving little to the imagination. gently patting the spot on your bed, inviting him to sit beside you. relishing the way he stutters each time he looks to talk to you. constantly looking up at him with doe eyes, brushing your shoulder against his, and pushing your breasts into his arms. how badly you're just waiting for him to snap. look at you through those overgrown bangs and grovel for you to give him a sweet release.
he did break, just not in the way you were hoping.
it was a swift motion, with soobin taking you by the wrists and pinning you down. "well, someone is acting like a little slut today." never would you have thought this absolute nerd would have you at such a loss for words. those words make you have to take a pause and leave your mouth slightly agape. "what's wrong? cat got your tongue?" he says this, cocking his head to the side and chuckling.
you're completely lost as to who the man in front of you is; this isn't the nerd you were toying with all day. this is some sort of demon you decided to summon. "c'mon, baby, use your words. i know you want this; you've been messing with me all day. don't back out now." he says, staring into your eyes, and all you can do is let out a broken please. "that's what i like to hear," he says right before planting a kiss on your lips.
you're needy for him, and soobin can't help but chuckle. the way you try to grind down on his knee between your legs, he thinks it's cute how you're slowly becoming putty in his hands. he wants to—no, he needs to ruin you. he's having to hold himself back, and you can tell. for now, he's content with just the taste of you. moving his lips from yours to your neck, you can't help but let out a moan and squirm more. "you're absolutely insatiable; tell me what you want." you're not sure how, but he's already managed to make your head dizzy. "i need you—i need you inside me, please, soobin." you can feel him smile into your neck as you plead. "of course, baby, but i need something from you first." he says letting your wrists free and using his other hand to unbutton his jeans. "get on your knees and suck my cock like the slut you are."
you feel like a woman possessed by how quickly you get on your knees for him. staring up at him in anticipation and hoping he won't notice as you rub your thighs together. when he pulls his pants down, it almost hits you in the face, and you can't help but stare. he's huge. "soobin, you're going to break me." he nearly throws his head back and laughs, "i thought sluts like you were supposed to like big cocks. c'mon, don't be shy now. suck." his order sends a jolt of electricity down to your core.
opening your mouth, you try to take as much of him as possible, and what you can't, you wrap your hands around. bobbing your head up and down his cock, your eyes never leave him. the way his breathing becomes gradually more labored as he groans. his eyes are hungry as he looks at you. "good girl, i knew you could take me," he tells you, and you can feel your walls clench around nothing, and you can't help but moan around him. it's enough to make him curse and grab the back of your head. you can feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as he pushes your head down. feeling his head hit the back of your throat and his cock twitch. you barely have a second before you feel hot cum spill down your throat.
soobin pulls you off his cock and places a hand under your chin. forcing you to stare up at him through those thick-rimmed glasses and overgrown fringe. he pulls you up to him and forces his lips on yours. swapping his cum between you before you finally decide to swallow it. "you're nasty," he says before giving you a light spank, making you let out a yelp. he grabs you by the hand and guides you back to the bed.
his eyes are blown with lust, and suddenly your clothes feel too hot for your skin. you're telling him to pull off your shorts as you tear your top off, and you're left in only your underwear. soobin is quick to start marking and playing with your breasts, telling you how perfect they are. feeling his right hand on your clothed core, you can't help but grind against it. he notices the way you grind on his hand and moves your panties to the side. watching how drenched you are, he decides to dip two of his long fingers inside you, and it has you reeling.
feeling his fingers inside your gummy walls is enough to have you screaming for him. he reaches places your pathetic fingers could never reach. he's so mean and fast with them too; the noises made by them are so lewd, you'd be embarrassed if you weren't enjoying it so much. you think you can't get enough of his fingers until he uses his thumb to circle your clit. the stimulation is so great that he has you chanting his name. his name is dripping like honey from your lips as you try your hardest not to cum. soobin knows you're close; how couldn't he? with your walls fluttering against his fingers and your thighs trembling. "it's okay, baby, you can let go for me," and it's almost as though that was the final piece of a puzzle. you're suddenly seeing stars, and your walls are convulsing around him as you cum.
"is that all you can take, or do you want more?" he asks you as if he doesn't already know your answer. without a second thought, you're screaming once more for him, "please, soobin, i need you inside of me—going insane—need your big cock inside me." you're so needy and desperate for him, it's borderline pathetic. "okay, let me just grab a condom," he says, going to get up, but you grab his arm, pulling him back in to stop him. "no, i need you raw." such a simple sentence, but it's enough to make his cock twitch. "you really are insatiable," and his lips dive back into yours.
as you kiss, you can feel him lining himself up with you, his large cockhead teasing your opening. moaning into the kiss and telling him to put it in already, only making him smile against your lips. when he slips into you, you swear you see heaven. the stretch like nothing you've ever felt before; he's so big, and he's already hitting you so deep. when he bottoms out, you're already grinding against him, begging him to move. soobin is more than happy to oblige, digging his fingers into your hips and slowly pulling out of you, only to ram back in.
you think he'd be rough with just that one thrust, but he continues to be hard and fast. as he thrusts his cock inside of you, you can't help but stare. he makes your head fuzzy, and all you can do is lay there and moan. feeling him lay his hand over your stomach and press down has you clenching around him, making him twitch deep inside you. "god, you're so tight, and you take me so well, like you were made for me," he says. all you can do is moan at his praises, making you teeter closer to the edge.
his groans sound like heaven, his glasses are foggy, and his fringe slightly hangs over them. you don't think you've ever seen anyone look hotter. you don't realize how long you've been staring until he says something like, "see something you like?" and in that moment, you realize you're drunk on him, and you don't ever want to get sober. he chuckles and gives you a smirk right before playing with your clit again. "i can feel the way you're clenching down on me; I know you're close." he's acting almost as if he isn't close, too. "please, soobin, i need to cum—need you to fill me up too, please, soobin." you punctuate your words by wrapping your legs around his waist.
his thrusts become sloppier, and his head falls into the crook of your neck. feeling his hot breath as he curses. "cum for me, y/n" it's not a request but an order. your legs tighten around him as you cum, locking him in as you let out loud moans while your body is wracked with pleasure. you barely get a second to recover before soobin's hot cum floods your insides. there's so much, and you don't think you've ever felt fuller than you do in this moment. after he slips out, you can feel his cum starting to dribble out of your hole.
your head is fuzzy, and you're barely coherent when soobin tells you he's going to grab something to clean you up. however, even with the burn in your legs, gasping for air, and cum spilling from your hole. you can't help but think there's no way this absolute sex god of a man is a damn nerd.
but god, you love nerds.
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Synopsis: when a regular shooting of TO-DO has a hitch, the director is left begging his staff to fill in the parts of the models who failed to show up. What could go wrong when you get paired up with Soobin, the man you’ve been crushing on for months?
Warnings: oral (male and female receiving), penetrative sex, cum talk, fingering, handjob, fantasy play, inappropriate photos, bunny suit, let me know if I miss something!
Word Count: 10K
Tag list(open btw): @sooluving
The day started simple enough. You showed up to work ready to film the TO-DO episode scheduled for today. Setting up the props and getting everything organized before the guys show up for makeup, when you are approached by the director.
“Y/N! We need your help!? PLEASEEE PLEASE SAY YOU’LL DO IT!?” falling to his knees and bowing in desperation.
“Oh god! what’s going on?!”
“The male models that were supposed to show up today for the episode are a no show! We have no idea where they are and we have to begin shooting in 20 minutes. The guys are already fully booked for the rest of the day so we can’t hold them up”
“Okay so what do you want me to….”realization washes over you of what he’s about to ask you ”OH NO! NO! Nonononono NO WAY am i wearing those things in front of THEM” you refute his pleading. There was no way in HELL you were modeling those costumes for the 5 men you considered your friends. Your relationship with the members developed into quite the friendship from sitting in your chair. You hang out with them outside of work and there is no way you are giving them that leverage over you. You would never live it down, especially as long as Beomgyu was alive.
You see, today’s episode was supposed to consist of the guys drawing live models in their respective animal suits. Only it was supposed to be male models in pretty revealing Halloween versions of said animals. You know, corsets, masks, ears, and very short skirts (if you were ever so lucky).
“Y/N PLEASE! You will only have to model 1 and it will be in a private room so the others won't even see you. We will also blur your face when it airs so no one can see you. Actually it will probably be your whole body. PLEASE! pleasepleasepleaseplease PLEASE WE ARE DESPERATE!”
You think it over. “I want what the models were being paid”
“OF COURSE I’ll give you double! Please”
You turn around and mull it over again in your head. To be honest the only two you wouldn’t want to model in front of were Beomgyu and Soobin. Beomgyu for obvious reasons. The menace would torture you afterwards and never let you breathe peacefully without bringing you up in that “bear” costume (if you could even call it that). Soobin on the other hand… it wasn’t because he would be disrespectful or anything, honestly he would probably be the easiest one to model for. But, the fact that you’re completely head over heels for the man and the idea of him seeing you exposed like that makes you want to die. Picturing his eyes on you at all would make you a complete mess.
“I’LL GIVE YOU A RAISE! PLEASE” the director breaks you out of your thoughts.
Fuck you could really use the raise….”how will the outfits be chosen?” you ask, trying to convince yourself to do this for the money.
“Random draw. No one really wants to do this and that seems like the fairest way.”
“Fine.” you exhale, unable to believe you're actually gonna do this. “I’ll do it. But you're also buying me lunch for a month!”
“DONE! You are an absolute godess you know that!”
“Yeah yeah.. Let's get this over with”
You walk over to the other staff who were going to do this with you, seeing a couple of your work friends also in the circle.
“He got you too, huh?” one of the producers asks you
“Yeah…” you say defeated
“Figured he would. Especially since you and the guys are so close” another says from the styling department
“Yea but this is too much… fuck! if i get Soobin or Gyu i’m gonna off myself” you sigh
“Yea i can’t imagine you in front of Soobin, especially in that bunny girl fit. You’re so in love with him it's crazy he hasn't noticed yet” one of the junior assistants teases
“SHHHHHHH! Can you not! What if he pops up and hears you!” you cover her mouth
“Omg they're not even here yet. You know they let us know as soon as they enter the building over the walkies'' the stylist teases
“Ughhhh.. Can we just do this? Put me out of my misery”
“Okay but we have to promise no switches after we pick! Keep it fair! We all know no one wants to be with Beomgyu because of the teasing we will have to endure from him for the rest of our lives. So no whining, just do it!” one of the senior writers says, putting her hand in the middle to signify making a pact.
“Fine!” you place your hand on top of the others showing you agree. The hat is grabbed by your senior and she holds it in the middle “on 3 we all reach in and pick one” everyone nods “1” she starts
“I mean my odds are 3 out of 5”
“2” she side eyes you continuing the countdown
“So it's not that bad. “ you continue trying to reassure yourself
“3”
“It’s only 2 names I don't really want so what are the chances..” you continue rambling while you all reach in for the costumes.
Everyone opens their slips at the same time and you feel your blood turn cold, “fuck” you say under your breath.
Everyone goes around saying their costume
“Fox/ Yeonjun”
“Penguin/ Kai”
“Fucking bear” the stylist says annoyed “kill me now”
“Cat/ Taehyun”
Which only leaves you. Everyone staring with Giant grins plastered on their faces at your horror..
“Bunny… Soobi-”
“They’ve arrived everyone in positions” blasts over the walkies.
‘Fuck. fuck. FUCKKKKK!’ plays over and over again in your brain as you walk to the dressing room, set with your suit.
Opening the door, you see the white satin, corseted one piece. With matching white fluffy ears and wrist bands. Accompanied by white pumps and white thigh high tights, each having white fur on them as well. You also assumed there was a large fluffy white tail on the back of your suit.
The director knocks on the door
“Come in”
“Oh it’s you… see you got the bunny suit…” he cringes for you
“Yeahhhh…” you say barely above a whisper
“This will be interesting” he silently chuckles to himself, resulting in you death glaring him
Clearing his throat “anyways… can you just put your hair up in a high ponytail with some curls? For makeup keep it light but add some extra blush on your nose to look like a ‘bunny nose’”
All you can do is nod
“You’ll be fine. Soobin is a gentleman, which you’re more than aware of. You’ll be in safe hands” he says, patting you on the shoulder before he walks out.
Getting ready is a blur to you. 9284692161 thoughts running through your head about how bad this could go. You’re not ugly by any means but that doesn’t mean you’re not self conscious. You’re on the curvier side, with a full bust and hips, and a pretty juicy ass. This suit is so tiny you can see every roll and ripple from your stretch marks and extra skin. Not to mention it barely covers your womanhood with how small this gusset is. ‘How the fuck were the men gonna hide their dicks in these?’ you think to yourself.
“Kill me now,” you say outloud with a heavy sigh to your empty room.
A knock at your door breaks you out of your self loathing enough to go open it.
“Hey, how are you?” your work bestie asks you as your head peaks though the tiniest hole crack you can manage. You grab her arm and pull her through.
“How do you think I'm doing? This was the BIGGEST MISTAK-” She cuts you off abruptly as she takes in the sight of you.
“Holy shit babe you look incredible”
“Hahahahha funny. You don’t need to say that. I know how ridiculous i look”
“No no I don't think you understand. You mustn’t be seeing yourself cause Soobin is gonna lose his fucking mind when he sees you”
“Yeahhhhh riiighttt..” you stretch out your words
“Yeah babe, he will. Speaking of! I came here to tell you he was asking about you the whole time he was in hair and makeup.”
“What? Why?”
“He said he was worried you were sick or something. Said you also weren’t answering his texts. He sounded pretty bummed actually. When he walked in you could see his head spinning looking for you” she says raising her brows at you suggestively.
“That's just Soobin. That's how he acts with everyone…”
“No babe.. It’s not. He said it was weird without you there. He missed you, I could tell.”
“Yeah just as a friend though! He was just worried ‘cause he couldn't reach me and his anxiety filled ass though I hated him or something.”
“You’re hopeless, you know that?” she scrunches her eyes at you, disgusted at how you wont believe that Soobin could possibly like you as much as you like him. After all, she sees the way he looks at you everyday.
“Models gather in the common room” the walkie relays
“Fuck! kill me please?” you beg holding your hand in front of your chest as you plead with your bestie.
“Nah hon.. Someones gotta see how hot you look besides me”
“Bitch”
“Love you too! Now off you go! Say hi to Binnie for me!” she blows you a kiss as you walk to the door. Opening it and flipping her off while you close it.
Whistles and cheers can be heard from the minimal staff present as the 5 of you make your way to the common area.
“Yeah yeah everyone pipe down” the director instructs
“First off! Thank you to the 5 amazing ladies who stepped in at the last minute to save our asses! You all look incredible and nothing would be possible without you.” Everyone claps for you all. And all you can think about is how you wish you would turn into an ant and be stepped on. “We are going to bring the guys in shortly and fill them in on today’s task. They however won't know it's you modeling until they enter your private rooms. We will let them in to talk to you first and break the shock. As funny as it would be to release that… I don't think it’s wise for others to know who you are when it airs.” everyone sighs and nods in agreement “so after a very short interaction, we will ask them to leave and we will refilm their “first look”. After that we will leave you all alone. No mics, no cameras besides the polaroids they can use for reference photos. In editing we will blur your faces and bodies so you will not be identifiable.” more sighs of relief were released by the five of you. ”so, any questions?” no one says anything so you rap it up. “Alright then! Let's get you ladies to your rooms and have a great shoot! FIGHTING!” everyone repeats him and goes their own ways.
Once in your room, your anxiety worsens. Your heart beats 1000 miles a minute. Sweaty palms and it’s hard to breathe. Pacing back and forth across the little floor space there was left from the giant easel in the corner. “What am I doing?! This is insane! I can’t do this” you say to yourself. When you hear the doorknob twist. Panic shooting through all the nerves in your body. You stand up straighter, fix your hair to make sure nothing is sticking up and flatten out the suit across your stomach. Turning back on because you don’t think you can face him right away.
The door shuts and you hear Soobin shyly say “annyeonghaseyo” his voice getting higher at the end.
You say it back to him quietly and slowly turn around “annyeonghaseyo”, grabbing your arm with the other reaching across the front of your body, looking at the ground. You wish you could curl up in a ball and die.
“Oh Y/N” he sounds breathless
“Hey Binnie..” you slowly look up to meet his eyes, lifting the hand from your held arm to wave, awkwardly smiling.
“You… you-” he clears his throat “you look-”
“Ridiculous I know..” you cut him off, hanging your head in your hands, slightly pushing your breasts together “Please don’t tell the guys. I can’t live with Gyu torturing me for eternity”
“No, no. NO!” panic fills his voice “I was gonna say you look incredible” he says and immediately turns bright red
“Really?” You ask shocked he would say that
“Yes! You really do. Wait, so this is why you weren’t in hair and makeup today? I was worried! I thought you were-” he walks over to you and grabs your arms, rubbing up and down them when he cuts himself off, looking down into your eyes as you look up into his shining brown ones. "I thought you were sick or something. You wouldn’t answer my texts.”
“Sorry this morning has been kinda crazy” unable to hold back the smile spreading across your face. This whole situation was just too ridiculous..
Soobin however, was fighting every instinct in his body to not kiss you. Walking into the room and seeing your plump ass with the bunny tail was enough to make him hard. He knew it was you as soon as he saw it. Afterall, he does ogle your body everyday. Wishing he would get the chance to see you in all your glorious perfection one day. If only he could break out of his annoyingly nervous self when he’s around you and tell you how perfect you are.
Seeing you turn around with the complete outfit fulfills all of his fantasies. Fuck you looked so hot standing before him. How the fuck is he gonna get through this shoot?
There’s a knock on the door, signaling them that the crew was there to film his reaction to seeing you.
“Are you both ready?” The director asks, internally applauding himself for this moment. He’s not stupid he sees the way you both look at each other.
“Yeah I guess.. you good Soob?” You ask him, he hasn’t broken eye contact with you
“Yeah sure” he finally looks at the director.
“Alright let’s do this thing! We’ll be right back Y/N” he winks at you. Soobin looks at you over his shoulder the whole time he walks out of the room. All you can do is supportively smile at him, tilting your bunny ear clad head to the side. His heart is pounding so hard right now he’s pretty sure everyone can hear it. And he’d be right. The crew all chuckled under their breath at how flustered he was.
“Hey Soobin” the director nudged his arm drawing his attention to him. “Don’t let this opportunity slip away” leaning in to whisper his last words of advice “make your move”
Soobin’s eyes widen unsure if he heard him right, “what?”
“You heard me, don’t waste it Soobin” he winks at him before clapping his hands together to get everyone ready to proceed filming.
Soobin’s “intro” goes as well as it can with how awkward he is in this situation. They wrap up the quick take, letting you know they will be back in an hour, and you are both left alone once again. Tension lays thick in the air. Who would talk first? Better yet how you were both going to make it through this. Unable to take the silence anymore, you ask “how do you want to do this?”
“Hmm?” he asks, lost in his own mind about what the director meant.
“What do you want me to do Soobin? How do you want me to pose for you?”
“OH right.. Umm just do what feels comfortable to you i guess?” rubbing the back of his neck as he walks over to grab the polaroid camera left on the table.
“Soobin… absolutely none of this is comfortable! I look like I just walked out of a teenage boys wet dream”
‘It’s gonna be my wet dream tonight’ Soobin can’t help but think to himself.
“Yeah, right… Ummm.. how about, I mean since you’re already dressed like that, you pose like a bunny girl…?” deciding to shoot his shot because this opportunity will not present itself again.
“What, Like this?” channeling your inner Bunny Girl popping your hip out hard to the side. Your head tilted the same way while pulling your bottom lip between your teeth with big doe eyes.
“Yeah, just like that! Don’t move” Soobin picks up the camera to capture you in that pose.
“Kay” you shyly say, not budging from your position as Soobin takes the picture.
You continue posing for him in whatever way you can imagine. And when you run out of ideas, Soobin’s thorough knowledge of anime and manga comes into full use, directing you in poses you would have never thought of.
However, as time passed, Soobin’s pervy side was getting the best of him, taking the photos he would never ever use, and just keep for later. Like as soon as filming was over and he was alone, left to think of you all night.
Soobin maneuvers himself in all different positions. Eventually making his way between your legs, wanting to get a photo of you looking down at him.
While sliding through your legs, his eyes land at the apex of your thighs, staring at your barely covered pussy. The white satin laying tightly over your core. So tight, he could see the shape of you through it. ‘Fuck fuck fuck this is insane. I shouldn’t be looking but FUCK WHY DOES IT LOOK SO GOOD. fuck I want her on my tongue. Just a taste…” Soobin internally fantasizes about you moving the fabric to the side, exposing your soaking wet folds, glistening in your slick and begging to be cleaned by his mouth. His jeans start to feel tighter- “FUCK NO! STOP BEING A PERV YOU LOSER!’
You seem to be off in another world though and completely unaware of his position. ‘Maybe I could… No no I can't, that's so wrong. She’d hate me if she ever found out. But… that’s IF she finds out. If.. if is good.’
Soobin picks up the camera, focusing on the white piece of shiny fabric barely covering your pussy, making sure it’s perfect before he clicks the shutter button to capture you on film. Only for him to see. He shoves the picture into his shirt pocket and pushes his way through to finally see your face.
You look down over your breasts, bending slightly at your hips, to look down at Soobin. “ kay so what now?” batting your eyelashes.
“UHH-” trembling over his words ‘FUCK WHY IS SHE LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!!! I swear ro god she's doing this on purpose’ he swallowed thickly “umm that looks good! Yes, just lean over a bit more and that perfect” horny Soobin is fully taking over. He wants YOU so badly.
For some reason you kept feeling more and more confident around him too. The way he would praise you throughout this whole ordeal was making you feel a type of way. You could feel the tingling in your stomach migrate its way throughout your whole body. Leading you to be more forward than you usually would. His eyes on you make you more confident by the second. ‘Fuck why is he looking at me like that? He looks so good’ thinking to yourself as you admire the way Soobin’s hair falls back off of his forehead. Watching the way his tongue darts out to lick his lips while he focuses the camera on you.
What catches Soobin's attention though, is the way your thighs start to rub together. Grinding together and making your hips sway slightly. ‘Fuck this is impossible’ he thinks while trying to maneuver to make his jeans not feel so tight.
“This okay Binnie?” you softly ask, squeezing your breasts together with your arms
“YeP!” He squeaks, taking the picture quickly, and moving to get out from underneath you.
You notice something fall to the ground from his pocket as he shifts. Noticing it’s a polaroid you move forward and bend down to pick it up. Curious, you turn it around to look at it while you speak up.
“Hey Bin you dropped th-” the word dies in your throat as you see the picture. The photo is solely of the apex between your thighs. Front and center is your pussy, barely covered, by the tiny amount of white satin fabric, you can even see through it a little bit (all thanks to how wet you currently were).
When Soobin sees you holding the photo, and the red flush covering your face, he knows immediately what photo it is, tapping his chest pocket to confirm his nightmare is coming true.
“Y/N I-... Le-Let me explain! It’s not what you think! It’s uhhh… i uhh- “ Seeing him panic with wide eyes and a crimson face that rivals your own, fills you with the sudden urge to toy with him. Falling to your knees, you crawl over to him, showing off the assets you know he loves most. You’ve always known Soobin was a boob man. He rarely passed the chance to size up your chest when he was presented with it. Straddling his hips, you put on your best innocent face. Big doe eyes and pouty pink lips, glossy after just licking them. “Binnie baby..” you lean forward, pushing your tits to his face as your breathily whisper into his ear “if you wanted your own pictures, all you had to do was ask” punctuating your statement by pressing a kiss to his pulse point. He stops breathing, his cock instantly hardening underneath you, while his hands shoot to your hips to hold you there. Thumbs digging in roughly.
“Y/N wait… fuck- ” he curses as your lower yourself on him “for real?”
“Mmmmhmmm” you seductively agree, biting your lower lip while you look him in the eyes.
“Anything I want? The question barely audible while his eyes lower to your lips.
You bring your face into his, feathering his lips with your own as your whisper to him “anything you want Soobin”
Soobin instantly reaches for the camera but you stop him. You push yourself into him as you reach down his thigh and into his pocket as you reach for his phone in his pocket. “Use yours instead” holding it out to him.
Soobin snatches the phone from your hand at light speed and instantly takes photos of you, just as you are right now. Photos of your chest, your face, as many as he can grab. He quickly switches to video, not wanting to miss a second of this as he simultaneously snaps pictures of you in motion.
You give into his every want and need. Moving as you think he would like, letting him guide you into the positions he wants. Even allowing him to take down your ponytail, releasing your curls along your shoulders.
Unable to take this position any longer, Soobin wraps his arm around your waist as he flips you onto the floor making you softly gasp. Your hair spreads out across the cold tile beneath you, bunny ears still standing straight up on top of your head. Soobin is about to combust looking at you spread out below him on the floor, while his legs straddle either side of you. ‘She’s so fucking cute right now. Her pink nose is adorable, especially when she's shy like this. She’s even blushing all down her neck and -” Soobin’s eyes widen as he is stopped in his thoughts. As his eyes are trailing down your body, he notices one of your breasts has vacated your corset and is perked up, looking back at him. Your pretty pink, hard nipple making him salivate, begging to be taken into his mouth. Fantasizing about getting you completely out of that bunny suit, you interrupt his thoughts.
“Soobin?” your voice is meek and quiet “Is something wrong?” you ask, starting to curl into yourself, feeling self conscious for the first time under his gaze.
“What..” he asks confused until he realizes he was eye fucking you as you watched him “NO! Nothing is wrong! It’s just your.. Your umm..” Soobin clears his throat, “your boob is out”
“OH!” you look down to see you were in fact exposed. “Oh god, sorry I didn’t even notice” being too caught up in the moment you didn’t even realize your tit was out. You reach to fix yourself when Soobin’s large hand grabs yours to stop you. He brings your hand above your head, looking into your eyes trying to gauge how you feel right now. “Soobin..” you breathe, shock and nerves creeping in. Feeling the mutual tension, Soobin makes his decision.
Soobin breaks eye contact to look at your exposed chest again. Bringing his free hand up, pulling down the top of your suit completely revealing your chest to him as you gasp in shock.
“So pretty…” looking at you in the most adoring way “prettiest tits I’ve ever seen” whispering his compliments through shallow breathing. He releases your hand, kneading a breast in each of his huge palms. “So pretty Y/N, so perfect” Pulling hushed moans from you as he leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your peaked bud. Pulling away as he grazes his teeth across it, causing you to hiss a quiet ‘fuck’ as the sensation does too much to you. Your melodic sounds go straight to his dick.
Soobin continues sucking on your chest, leaving purple marks in his wake. His hands roaming your exposed skin, traveling lower towards your hips. You need more. You need him to give you more. Your desire takes over, pushing your hips up to meet his, whining as you move against him.
“More” you whisper
“Hmm?” he barely heard you too caught up in his actions
“More Soobin, please” you whine
Unable to stop the smirk on his lips, he has to tease you a little bit. He wasn’t going to give up this chance to fluster you “what was that? I can’t hear you Y/N did you say something?”
You grab his face, pulling him in closer to you and whine between bated breath “BiiNn- More, touch mee- Uhh more PLEassee” Your eyes glossed over with need.
“Fuck Y/N what are you doing to me?” Finally meeting your lips, Soobin pulls you up to sit in his lap, moving the fabric to the side so he can finally touch your soaked cunt. Soobin groans into your mouth, mixing with your moans. Having his long fingers rub along your sensitive folds, circling your clit, making your brain short circuit, losing all sense of control and reason previously holding you back.
You grip his shirt by the neck, pulling him closer to you deepening your kiss. “Take it off.” punctuating your demand by biting his lower lip.
Soobin moves at light speed, pulling his shirt over his head, to reconnect your lips. Not wanting to waste any moments he can be connected to you. Migrating to your neck where he makes quick work to leave his mark. Purple splotches popping up along your collarbone and chest. Relishing in the pretty moans leaving your mouth. Kissing down your chest he reaches your suit again.
Trying to pull down your suit, he’s met with resistance. The zipper gets stuck as he fumbles with irritation.
“Fuck” he grumbles before he turns you around “as hot as you are in this suit, I really fucking hate it right now.” fingers struggling to unzip you.
You get impatient too, “here!” wrapping your arm around to pull the zipper down
“Stand up baby, take it off please” he motions for you to stand up, holding your hips as you do.
On your feet, you look down at Soobin, his eyes sparkling with desire as you shimmy out of the satin suit you were so self conscious in moments ago. While the lust is fogging over your thoughts, you freeze realizing he can see everything. Anxiety begins to crawl back into your stomach. Butterflies swarming in the pit as you see him size you up from top to bottom.
Lost in the sight of you fully on display for him, Soobin can’t help but stare and take in every inch of your body. It was everything he ever dreamed and more. Practically salivating at the thought of having you all to himself. Eyes between your thighs to your breasts, landing on your stomach. You’re holding your breath when he gently says ”so pretty. You’re beautiful y/n. So so beautiful.” you can hear the love and sincerity in his words, making the butterflies and unease fly away. Still praising your body with his gaze, Soobin moves forward, bringing himself closer to your dripping sex, trailing kisses along your thighs. “Need to taste” he says, more so to himself as he lifts his head, running his smooth tongue from your opening to your clit in one deliciously slow stroke. His tongue feels unreal, soothing the tension building inside you. Moaning as he continues to lap up your arousal. Soobin lifts your leg over his shoulder to get more access to you, his plush lips kissing your clit.
Soobin leaves no part of your core untouched. His tongue travels the length of your slit, swirling your clit and sucking it between his lips, holding you steady with a tight grip on your ass. Groping your cheek as he guides you along his tongue.
“eugh” You run your finger through his hair, gripping tightly so he can’t escape from the pleasure he’s giving you. Flattening his tongue along your folds slick with his saliva. Sucking on them until they slip out with a loud ‘POP’ as he groans from your intoxicating taste. You push your hips forward and Soobin takes the hint, swirling his tongue around your dripping entrance before he thrusts it in.
“Fuck Bin!” you gasp as pleasure buzzes throughout your body. “Ughhh- Yes keep.. Keep going” your breathing ragged and interrupted by the moans you can’t hold back.
Soobin moans against you, “yes baby- fuckkk…- come for me” he pleads between breaths. His large hands pull you in closer to him, allowing him to dive deeper into you. His nose brushes against your clit with every movement.
Pulling back for a second, you groan in disappointment, dropping your head back on your shoulders until you hear and feel the wetness of Soobin spitting on your clit. The surprise and vulgarity of the sounds echoing around the room tighten then knot in your stomach more and more while Soobin immediately returns to burying himself in your cunt. Your hips move on their own. Bouncing and grinding on Soobin’s tongue. You can feel him smile against you, as he begins to help you. Lifting you by your ass and dropping you down on his tongue so he can get even deeper. Vibrations flutter along your folds from his groans, drinking the sweet nectar flowing from you, thighs trembling signaling how close you were.
“So good… fuck princess -so hot” Soobin mewls against your clit. Distracting you while he adds two fingers along with his tongue. Reaching your spongy spot while his tongue licks your gummy walls alongside his digits. Your body is on fire, nerves overfiring with every tiny movement Soobin makes along you. The way his nose brushes your clit every time he moves his tongue or wraps his fingers to reach your g spot. The way his Grip is tightening on your ass in the most deliciously painful way, sure to leave bruises of his fingertips for tomorrow, all while pulling you closer into him.
“Fuck- UGH- I’m gonna- SooB-” your words stumble out as you try to warn him. But Soobin just nods eagerly, not stopping for even a second to breathe. With one last thrust of his fingers inside and his nose gently brushing against your clit, the tension in your body finally snaps, and your orgasm crashes over you. You shake and tremble as your arousal coats Soobin's hand and face, but he stays right there. Continuing to hold and support you while you ride out every wave of pleasure until your climax subsides.
You collapse to your knees, breathless and trembling in front of Soobin. He wipes the remnants of release from his face, unable to reach it all with just his tongue. Watching him lick your cum off of his plump bunny lips that you’ve fantasized of so often almost has cumming again.
“Soobin I-” you start before he pulls you close by the back of your neck, kissing you with a passion and intensity unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. The taste of yourself on his lips only reignites your desire for him. You wanted to taste him, feel his heavy length on your tongue and make him cum deep in your throat.
Moaning into his kiss, you waste no time in undoing his belt. Ripping it off and throwing it across the room before moving onto his pants. He can barely comprehend what's happening as you pull them down his thighs in one fluid motion.
“Woah- Woah Y/N slow dowNNnN-” he moans against your lips, while trying to push you back slightly. “Fuuuck” It not that he didn’t want this - because he does, He REALLY FUCKING wants it. BAD. But he didn’t want you to overwhelm yourself after how hard you just came.
“Baby-Fuck bun- stop for a- ahhh- a sec” he tries to convince you
“UGGHHH why?!” you say irritably, wanting nothing more and to suck his cock right then and there. Palming him through his briefs, you run your fingers over the wet spot on his briefs, feeling the precum soaking through the fabric. Knowing he wants it just as badly as you do. Rubbing your thumb over his leaking tip through the fabric makes Soobin’s resolve start to crumble.
“Fuck bunny”- i- i just don’t wan- faaawwk-’ cutting himself off with a loud moan.
“Up” you simply state
“Hmm?” he asks, confused but unable to resist your commanding tone, his pupils dilate from pleasure.
“Stand. Up.” you command simply. Taking his arms and forcing him to stand up.
You look up at him moving in closer to his still covered bulge
“I wanna taste you” not breaking eye contact as you lick the wet spot sitting atop his aching tip. His salty essence makes you moan loudly and your eyes roll to the back of your head from the delectable taste. Lost in your desire for him, you migrate lower, kissing his length.
Eliciting heavy breathing and groans from Soobin.
“fuck Y/N” he pants before being taken over by his deep, raspy moans, tangling his fingers through your hair to ground himself. Fighting hard to not instantly cum down your throat as you tease him through the soaking wet fabric.
Desperate for more of him, you remove Soobin's briefs and reveal his mouth-watering cock. A silent gasp escapes your lips as it slaps against his abs. You already knew he was big, but fuck.. seeing him fully exposed was mind-blowing. His member was thick with plump veins that would glide deliciously against your walls. And the length...it could easily hit every one of the pleasure points deep inside you. The sight of it made your mouth water with anticipation. Not to mention, his dick was actually pretty. The tip was a deep shade of pink, glistening in the wetness from your previous teasing, practically begging to be taken into your mouth.
Craving more, your tongue reaches out, gliding along the underside of his cock slowly, swirling your slippery tongue around the tip. Savoring the taste of him, you moan as you envelope him with your lips. Your moans radiate throughout his body, causing him to tighten his grip on your hair.
“Gahh-y/n fuck your mouth feels so good” Soobin moans, unable to stop his hips from moving deeper into your throat. Drool drips down your chin, gagging on him as he pushes against the back of your throat. Hollowing your cheeks you allow more of his length in, using your tongue to stimulate his tip when Soobin’s hips pull back. Gripping his thigh with one hand for balance, your free hand moves to grope his balls. Massaging and lightly squeezing them while Soobin whimpers words of praise to you. “Feels so good”, “fuck yes bunny”, “such a good girl for me”
Every word shoots to your core, making you drip with need. Pulling off his cock, still attached by a string of spit from your lips to his tip, creating a sinfully pornographic scene between the both of you. Panting and flushed, you watch Soobin’s dick twitch, as if begging for more attention. Humming in approval, your hand encloses around his length, pumping up and down while you look up at him. When Soobin’s brown irises lock on your playful ones, you kitten lick his tip teasingly while you watch him squirm to control himself.
“You’re too fucking cute Binnie” feigning innocence while biting your bottom lip, drifting closer and closer to the base of him. Smiling as you run the flat of your tongue along his taint, running all the way to his head.
Soobin’s groan was possibly the best sound you have ever heard. Greedy, you wanted to hear more. Wanted to hear how good you were making him feel. You spit on his shaft, jerking him off while returning to his balls. Licking and kissing all over before popping one into your mouth, massaging it with your tongue.
Soobin’s knees start to shake, becoming too stimulated while trying to hold himself back. He falls back and leans against the table behind him, unknowingly giving you even more access to him. Humming in satisfaction against him, you bring him closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck Y/N I’m so close” he’s a moaning mess.
“Cum for me Soob! Want your cum” you beg, pumping your fist along his shaft faster, and twisting. Sucking and twirling your tongue around his tip. “Cum binnie”
“GahHhH-” cumming on your tongue, Soobin’s grip on your hair tightens, pulling you further down his length so he can pump his cum down your throat.
You can’t help but moan around his length, swallowing every last drop while you continue to milk his cock.
Both of you are panting and out of breath. Licking your lips, you stare up at the man you’ve been in love with for months, head thrown back and adam's apple bobbing as he tries to collect himself. Effortlessly beautiful as he always is, but this time it’s different. He looks like sex. Literal sex. His hair is damp and slightly messy from running your fingers through it. His skin softly glistens with the light sheen of sweat covering his body. His muscles are taught as he leans against that table, tensed from the orgasm you gave him moments ago. Soobin turns his head to look at you, his eyes lazy but full of desire.
“Come ‘ere” he softly demands, holding out a hand to you.
Raising to your feet you walk to him taking his outreached hand. With a light tug he pulls you into his chest, enveloping you in a tight hug. “You’re incredible, you know that?” he asks into the top of your head.
Pulling back you look up at him “Yeah? You’re not so bad yourself” pulling him down by his chin, catching his lips with yours. The intensity increases quickly, both of you still craving more of one another.
Softly groaning into your lips, Soobin’s hands travel down to grab your ass, kneading your round cheeks with his large hands, pulling you closer and closer. But it’s not close enough. With your arms wrapped around his neck and hands tangled in his hair, Soobin lifts you up finally getting the closeness he craved. You let out a startled yelp from his sudden action, causing you both to laugh into the kiss. “You good?” still laughing at how cute he found you.
“Never better” you retort before capturing his lips again, resuming your heated kissing. Pulling yourself up his body and rubbing your slick folds along Soobin’s hardened length. Whining with need and want, pushing yourself a little farther everytime. His sensitive tip hooking and sliding just past your dripping opening. Both of your moans are sinfully pornographic and echo off the walls surrounding you.
“Fuck Y/N-”
“BiNNiE” you whine against his lips, moving your hips to slip him inside you again, but he holds your hips tight, not letting you move like you wish.
“What? Are you that needy bunny?” he smirks, a confidence washing over him from your efforts
“Mmhmmm” you quickly nod “please Bin”
“You really are a filthy bunny aren’t you? Just dying for me to fuck you right?” You’ve never seen or heard Soobin act like this, but fucking hell… this new side of him is so incredibly hot you can feel your essence stream out of you and along his cock. His chocolate brown eyes are almost black now and his gaze makes you want to submit to his every word.
“Just a bunny, your filthy bunny, Binnie I need you PLEASE”
“Fuck” he exhales, collecting the little restraint he has to complete this fantasy he’s always had. Letting you down he flips you over, pressing your ass against him, lightly pulling you back by the bunny ears still attached to your head to say his next words into your ear. His hot breath raising goosebumps all over your body. “Gonna let me fuck you stupid like the bunny you are? Gonna let me breed you? Fuck you full of my cum? Hmm Y/N? Is that what you want?”
He’s turned you into a complete mess underneath him. And he hasn’t even touched you yet. You're a moaning whiny mess, pressing yourself harder and harder against him, craving the fullness you want so bad.
“Yes, fuck yes Binnie! Want it, want it so bad. Give me your cum Soobin pleaseE!”
“Yeah bunny? You wanna be full of my babies?” Pushing your chest into the table, teasing you as he rubs his tip along your folds, teasingly pushing against your hole waiting for your answer.
“FUCK SOOBIN yes! Wanna be so full, wanna have your babies” It’s like he had you hypnotized. The thought of him pumping every last drop of his cum in you to have his babies had you clenching around nothing, desperate for him. “Please Binnie” you beg looking over your shoulder at him, “ Fuck your bunny, please”
With a soft moan, he confesses, “God damnit Y/N you’re gonna be the death of me” as he slowly sinks into you. Both of your Moans harmonize as he thrusts deeper, finally fulfilling both of your wants and desires. Savoring every moment of his perfectly sculpted length moving within you, stretching you in the most illustrious way.
“Pussy feels so good” he pants into your ear, fully sheathing his length inside you. Kissing along your shoulder he continues to praise you “so wet for me to baby, feels so good”, “you’re perfect, so fucking perfect”, “more than I ever dreamed” punctuating every statement with a kiss down your spine.
“Fuck Soobin please move” you plead, meeting his eyes over your shoulder again, watering with need. Soobin wraps an arm around your torso to palm one of your breasts, bringing you to his chest so he can kiss you. His other hand guides your leg up to rest on the table, opening you up more for him as he begins to drag himself along your walls before he begins to thrust back into you.
“Oh my fuck-KiNG GawwDd” you gasp into his mouth, his thick cock hitting the sweet spot inside you with knee buckling percision as you wrap your arm up around his neck to keep your balance. “So good- mm- fuck Soob so good!” Sloppily kissing him as he literally fucks you stupid. Your brain has completely stopped working, too stimulated to focus on anything but how perfect Soobin is fucking your right now. They way he moves in and out of you so smoothly, as every vein and ridge fits along you so well. Tears fall from your lashes as he brings you closer to climax.
“So good for me baby” pulling back from your lips, Soobin flips you around to face him, leaning you back against the table. Positioning himself between your legs, pulling you in by the back of your neck to meet your forehead to his, bangs pushed back slick with sweat. Locking onto your tear glistening eyes, while his free hand travels to wipe away the tear falling down your cheek, smiling as he tells you exactly what you’ve been feeling “you're made for me Y/N. We’re made for each other.” as he locks onto your lips while simultaneously sliding back into your fluttering entrance without needing to use his hands to guide him. Fully inside, your walls clench around his length, moans ripping through your throat as you come undone, his skilled fingers moving to circle your clit. Voice soft with affection, Soobin confesses his intentions, declaring “You’re mine, my bunny y/n. No one else gets to have you like this. Please?” Soobin hips don’t stop, fucking you through your climax, nodding to what he says while you moan and whine. His sentiment pushing you over the edge, snapping the tightly wound knot inside you. “Just want you. Fuck want you so bad. Please be mine” begging between thrusts. “Be all mine”
“Yours-mmm- ‘m all yours Binnie! Your bunny- jus’ yours” choking on your words as you mewl from the intense orgasm wrecking your body. Soobin’s movements become erratic, ready to cum.
“Gonna cum- fuck baby- ”
“Cum Soobin- cum for me- want it” excitement rings through your voice
“Want my cum? Please baby let me cum” he pleads in a deeper, raspy voice, trying to hold back
“Cum bin, cum in me- claim me- wanna be yours” wrapping your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, you pull Soobin in to Kiss him, capturing his moan as he paints your insides white with his semen. Soobin pulls you in as close as he can, pushing deeper into you, pressing against your spongy core.
As he releases the last drops of his seed, releasing your lips but keeping you close, his gentle voice quietly declares “you’re mine. All mine y/n”
“Mmmm” you hum in agreement and he pulls out of you, covered in both of your fluids, small moans released from how overstimulated you both are.
Feeling empty now, anxiety creeps back in, making you ask “Are you mine too?” You ask with a slight waver in your voice, uncertain of his answer.
Soobin can’t help the stupid grin plastered on his face, thinking how could he not be? “Always have been Y/N” speaking against your lips before kissing softly.
“Huh?“ eyes wide as if he had just told you the craziest thing, and didn’t just fuck your brains out.
“I’m yours Y/N” he chuckles, holding your face in his hands, nose to nose “I want to be with you”
“Soobin- I-“ you start to stutter, your brain rapid firing ‘wait he likes me?’ ‘For real for real?’ ‘Holy fuck I love him’ ‘wait is he just saying that cause he thinks he needs to?’ ‘Whatever I can take friends with benefits’ ‘his dick🥵’ ’but I actually like him’ ‘no he said it he likes you back’… all at once overwhelming you, and unable to finish your sentence.
“It’s okay, if you don’t want to be with me I get it. We can just ignore this but-“
“WHAT NO!? NO nonononono no Soobin I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you that.. thats not what is happening here. I just don’t want you to say that because you think you have to cause all of this happened and I’m really in my head right now because why in the fuck would you ever pick me over literally anyone else in the world? But I Donno if I can-“
“Wooahh woah Y/N slow down. Backtrack for a second, did you just say you’re in love with me?”
“Hmmm? Did I what now?” You panic freaking out in your head again ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU FUCKING IDIOT YOU JUST SAID YOURE IN LOVE WITH HIM! FUCK ME!’
“Do you love me?”
‘I do. I mean yes of course I do but should I tell him that right now? Like what if I ruin all of this? Oh no… nooo don’t look at me like that with your stupid cute face and puppy dog eyes. I do really love him’ your heart is beating out of your chest at your decision.
“Yes I do.” You look up into his chocolate eyes and everything calms down. The warmth he radiates through them at this moment pushes you forward. “I’m in love with you, Choi Soobin” His plush bunny shaped lips part in subtle shock that you actually just told him you love him. “But you don’t have to say anything, it’s totally fine I get it if you don’t feel the same way. We can just pretend I didn’t say anything-“
Soobin cuts you off slamming his lips back to yours, not wanting you to finish that statement because it couldn’t be farther from the way he truly feels for you. He doesn’t like the flash of doubt that washes over your face while you diverted your eyes from his. When he feels you melt into him and reach for him he gently breaks from your lips.
“I’m in love with you Y/N”
“Wait-“
BANG BANG BANG
“THIS YOUR 5 MINUTE WARNING” The director shouts through the door
Panic takes over the both of you as you rush around trying to find your clothes and put yourselves back together… well somewhat anyways. Praying to god everyone would be oblivious to what happened between you two or at least act like they were. Your lipstick was smeared all over Soobin’s face and neck, purple splotches decorating the both of you. At least his could be hidden, you were struggling to get the stupid bunny suit back on.
“Here let me help” Soobin ironically does up the zipper he struggled with earlier. Running his fingers along your spine as you put your hair back up in the ponytail. Leaning in to whisper, knowing the staff could barge in any second, he tells you “I meant it. All of it.”
“Me to”
“Tonight, your place”
“Okay”
“I wanna-“
“We’re here” the door flies open as the whole filming crew comes in. Soobin steps in front of you, somewhat keeping you out of sight. You stay back on hoping they just leave you be, reaching for the robe you entered with. While tip toeing to the robe, something catches your eye on the floor. Picking it up you see it’s the Polaroid Soobin took between your legs. Laughing to yourself you pull on the robe and see a pen. You write a quick note on the back before you return to hide behind Soobin’s tall frame and slip the photo in his back pocket, leaving a little treat for later.
You pull the bunny ears off and pull up the hood on the robe in a last attempt to hide yourself. Reliving everything that happened just moments ago as you twirl the ears in your fingers.
“Y/N! Hey? You good?” The director snaps you out of your daydream.
“Hmm? Oh yea I’m good. I’m great” red flushing your cheeks, unable to hold it back
“Alright well you’re free to go. Again thank you so much for doing this!” He bows to you
“Yeah okay. I’ll ummm.. I’ll go”
The look on everyone's faces was pure confusion. Considering how you were earlier they thought you would rip into the director. But you’re oddly calm…
Before leaving you turn to Soobin and tell him to duck down, placing your bunny ears on top of his damp and messy hair. “There, right where they belong”
He whispers “tonight?” And you nod back repeating him “tonight” smiling before you turn to leave. Passing the still bowing director as you walk through the door.
Smiling to yourself the whole way back to your dressing room. Finally arriving you walk inside and close the door leaning on it before your release every giddy squeal you’ve been holding back.
“Tell me everything NOW!” You’re bestie all but screams after seeing you, scaring you half to death
“HOLY FUCK WARN A WOMAN WOULD YOU!? Fucking gave me a heart attack”
“Yea sorry whatever TELL ME EVERYTHING!”
“Where do I begin?”
“At the beginning obviously no detail to be spared! Now spill!!”
“Okay okay!” You laugh before you start reliving the past hour of your dreams.
Somewhere in another room …
“SooooOoOooOooo How was everyone’s shoot?” Beomgyu asks raising his eyebrows in the most immature childish way
“It was fine, awkward but fine” Kai says first
“Yea I mean this whole idea was ridiculous, I just hope - is okay. I hope she wasn’t too uncomfortable.” Taehyun adds in, scratching his temple in thought
“Yea I know right? They must have felt so vulnerable. They are hella courageous though, props to them.” Yeonjun proudly says.
“It would have been hilarious if it was male models though” Kai says laughing maniacally “can you imagine dudes in those tiny tiny costumes?”
They all laugh together except Soobin, who hasn’t heard a word of the conversation. Thinking about you and how you felt on his -
“Soobin you’re awfully quiet… what’s up man?” Yeonjun notices, breaking Soobin out of his thoughts.
“Hmmm? Nothing- no I’m- I’m good sorry”
“Who was your model by the way?” Beomgyu slides over to him, trying to get the information from him
“I’m not saying”
“Come ON! Let’s all just share who it was! Mine was -“ Beomgyu starts
“I already said who mine was” Taehyun reminds everyone
“I had -“ They all looked at Yeonjun confused, no idea who he was talking about “the new junior..”
“Ohhhh” realizing who she is
“- was really nice. Honestly I was probably more nervous than her” Kai fondly says
“Come on Soobin! Tell us who was in that bunny suit for you?”
Shaking his head he refuses to say your name
“Tell us” Beomgyu continues his taunt
“Tell us tell us tell us” the other 3 eventually join in as well
“OKAY FINE just shut up”
“Who was it?”
“Yeah I’m genuinely curious now” Yeonjun adds
“It was y/n” whispering your name so quietly it would barley be audible to a fly on the wall
“What? Who was it?”
“Y/N” saying your name only slightly louder, still inaudible to anyone
“Hmmm?”
“Y/N”
“OH FOR FUCK SAKES SOOBIN WHO WAS IT!?” Beomgyu yells at him frustrated.
“IT WAS Y/N! Y/N! THERE ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!?”
He yells back unable to control his temper with his junior
All eyes were the size of balloons, mouths hanging open, as if hearing the most shocking news of the century. Which, fair enough, when it came to Soobin’s gigantic crush on you, it was to them.
“What? So now you’re not gonna say anything?” Soobin snaps in irritation at them
“So how was it?” Taehyun breaks the silence first
“How do you think it was?” Soobin’s eyes squinting as he gets more irritated the more they ask about you. This needs to stop now because he can’t tell them what happened until you both talk. Tonight. At your place. Alone.
“Ouuu so it was bad?”
“No it was great, she’s a fucking goddess dressed in a bunny suit fulfilling my biggest fucking fantasy.” Sarcasm lacing his sharp words until he thinks about how perfect you looked and his voice softens “She looked.. fuck you know what I can’t talk about this.”
“It’s alright buddy we get it. Must of been brutal seeing her like that but not for the reason your really wanted” yeonjun comforts him
Little did they know he made that very fantasy real and it was more than he ever dreamed it could be
Turning to walk back to the set, Beomgyu sees something sticking out of Soobin’s back pocket. “Hey Soobin there’s something hanging-“ grabbing the photo from his back pocket, Beomgyu’s words die in his throat. The photo you so kindly left Soobin as a present.
Turning around in annoyance, Soobin sees Beomgyu holding a photo that has black writing on the back. Barely making out a ‘tonight’ and a little heart with an S next to it.
“What are you…” panic runs through Soobin’s body as he realizes that’s a photo and it’s probably the exact one he hopes it’s not, but judging by Beomgyu’s face, it’s exactly what he thinks it is “GIVE THAT TO ME NOW!” Just missing the photo as Beomgyu pulls its away from him
“You dirty perv, taking photos of your best friend like this without her knowing” Kai and Taehyun look over Beomgyu’s shoulder to look at it and Soobin dies a little more inside
“What is it? Let me see” Yeonjun walks over to see taking the photo from Beomgyu. “O-ohhh- oh um this is yours… there’s a note on the back btw” Yeonjun hands it to Soobin
“NOTE! What does it say!?”
“None of your fucking business that’s what!” Soobin snaps
“I literally just saw your picture of her pussy, tell us what it says or I tell her I saw it NOW!” Beomgyu wastes no time with his ultimatum
Soobin lets out the deepest breath and rubs his palms into his eyes in frustration. Pulling on his bangs and scrunching his face “FINE FUCK! Don’t tell her you seen this it’s literally they only thing she asked of me and I can’t belive I fucked up so quick! If she finds out I will kill you”
“Lips are sealed. Now what does it say?” Beomgyu puts on his happiest smile in Soobin’s mortification
Turning over the photo in his hand Soobin turns bright red as he reads what you’ve written
“Now you owe me one! 😉
See you tonight
❤️ -S
xo”
After wrapping for the day Soobin goes to immediately text you, wanting to see how you were and talk about tonight. “Where the fuck is my phone?” He looks around desperately, patting his pockets but coming up empty handed. “Has anyone seen my phone?” He asks the group
“No man sorry! Maybe it’s in the room?” Yeonjun suggests
‘Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk’ it hits Soobin that’s exactly where it is. Totally forgetting how all of this started. “Hmm maybe I’ll go check! Thanks Jun”
He calmly walks out the door and when he thinks it’s safe he sprints as fast as his long unathletic legs will carry him. Bursting through the door, he looks all over for the phone. Finding it face down on the floor next to the table. Flipping it over he sees ‘storage full’ indicating that it had indeed been filming everything.
Smiling like an idiot, he can’t help but think about what might have actually been captured between the both of you.
Opening his messages he finds your contact, sending your a quick message
“Can’t wait to see you later 🫶”
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-> pairing: no-outbreak joel miller au x female curvy reader
-> word count: 4.3k
-> summary: after a citywide power outage, you're left to deal with the scorching texas heat. until, the well-respected neighborhood dilf — joel miller — lends you a more than generous hand.
-> warnings/tags: sarah is 10/11 so joel had her a bit older, power outage, texas heat, yes this is a warning because its not a joke, reader has a cat!!!, age gap (reader is 24, joel is late 40s), curvy/mid/plus size reader, brief fatphobia, reader has self-image/parent issues + is a lonely gal, fluff, SMUT (18+), unprotected piv, creampie, oral + fingering (f!recieving), squirting, body worship, brief ass play, daddy kink, big ole tits, spanking, spit kink, praise kink, a bit of belly bulge, cockwarming, pet names galore (darlin, sweetheart, baby, _ girl), joel has a huge dick (not canon!)
-> a/n: hi hi! i have been so anxious to begin writing again and currently have some wips that i am just not confident with. so when i saw the lovely @hellishjoel post her #hotdilfsummerchallenge, i was positive i wanted to join in! such a pleasure to be involved in this — thank you kylee for creating such a fun way for this community to get involved! as a curvier woman, i wanted reader to reflect that. because... joel miller is a handsy mf and loves to just grab himself some wide hips, thick thighs and phat tits <3 but ofc, this is can be for various body types. please please please, leave your thoughts and even constructive criticism! <3 DILF NEIGHBOR JOEL, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS!!!!
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
You release a groan of annoyance as the visual of your TV, coffee table lamp and humming of the refrigerator all flicker off into silence. The frills on your throw-blanket settle, as the ceiling fan no longer produces the small gusts of wind that have caused you to be rather chilly on this hot, humid and rainy summer night.
When you made the courageous decision of moving across the country for a new teaching opportunity in Austin — you were never informed on the true brutality summertime unleashed onto Texas residents. More-so, you really had nothing to do but be caged up in the comfortable AC of your home. You’ve been here for roughly 14 months and the only "friends" you’ve made have been the 28 fourth graders you had the pleasure of teaching last school year. Tragic.
Your coworkers, did not handle your arrival pleasantly. Young, beautiful, freshly-educated and determined. That’s what your grandmother referred to you as when you called her sobbing after your first week. Informing her that the seasoned teachers won’t even bat an eye at you, and when they do it’s a look of disgust. Whispering amongst one another. Like you were in middle school again, trying to befriend the popular girls.
“I was foolish to think things could be different for me down here, so stupid of me.”
“Now listen to me, you are the most intelligent woman I know. More than anyone in this family. Bullies like that, it stems from an unknown jealousy and overbearing insecurity. Don’t let a few sour grapes ruin this outstanding career for you. Your students adore you already, and so do I. Just continue to be yourself and if that isn’t enough for them, so be it.”
Your grandmother always knew how to make you feel better. She had been instilling your own sense of confidence since you were a little girl. The only adult in your life to do so. If only her words were enough. Your coworkers just never let up. After overhearing them gossip about you during lunch break, you gave up your attempts indefinitely.
“She really thinks she deserves a place here?”
“Look at her back rolls in that shirt…”
“She really needs to put that sandwich down.”
“Why is she so quiet? It’s freaky, honestly. No wonder she’s always alone.”
You’re not a stranger to being alone. You practically have been your entire life. Your parents never really bothered to form a genuine relationship with you, always so focused on your younger sister. She was the prettier, thinner, more impressive version of you. You have only had one best friend throughout your long 24 years on this earth. She was smarter than you and moved away from the timid small town you shared in Northern Maine, choosing an out-of-state university. So, being alone was a familiarity. You have made peace with it. But being lonely — that’s a whole other ball-park.
The booming thwack of thunder startles you from your thoughts. Your sweet calico boy leaps from your warm lap and scurries under the dining table — tail puffed in fear. “Milo... it’s okay,” you whisper. He just gleams at you with his jet-black saucer eyes. Even you don’t believe your own words. You are not used to storms like this, and you didn’t really prepare. You read some articles online about stocking up: having plently of batteries, candles, non-perishable foods. Yet, you didn’t do any of that.
Rubbing away the moisture from your damp upper lip — the heat inside your home already becoming unbearable. Deciding on a whim, you can head to a nearby hotel for the night. Unsure how long you will be without power and don’t wish to succumb yourself or your cat to the searing temperatures of the night.
The rain has slowed down, as you feel the soft patter on your umbrella. Throwing your purse and water bottle in the front seat, you begin to dread unpacking all this stuff when you get to the hotel. Bags, cat litter, cage — scrutinizing yourself mentally and deciding you better fucking prepare for the next storm.
“Where ya headin’ sweetheart?”
Your heart jumps at the deep smooth Southern voice that fills your thoughts at night. When your hands would find their way in between your quivering legs. Throughout the day. Pretty much all the time.
Joel Miller is the only person in this town that has ever filled the lonely void you can never seem to fill. When you moved to the quiet suburban street, he was the first to come greet you as you struggled to pull your mattress out of the U-Haul. Immediately lending a hand, and proceeding to lug all of your remaining boxes, furniture, miscellaneous items into your new home.
“Pretty lady like you, shouldn’t have to lift a single finger.” He remarked when you you blushed and assured him you could handle the rest, not wanting to be a burden. Even though the sweat dripping down your back was apparent and 5 minutes prior you had no idea how you’d be able to unpack the remainder of the truck. He then assured you — there was no way in hell you were being a burden. Words that were a rarity.
Later that afternoon, he invited you for dinner at his home. You met his lovely daughter, Sarah. Where everyone learned that you were her new school teacher. What were the odds?
Following that, seeing Joel was frequent. From parent-teacher conferences, backyard barbecues for the neighborhood, or even small intimate dinners with Sarah at each others homes. Sarah would even spend the night at yours on occasion. When Joel had a late night at the construction site, or when she just needed some girl time. You adored that little girl, and vice versa.
You also adored the fuck out of Joel.
So when you looked up at his porch, finding him in nothing but a pair of plaid pajama pants.. your throat went dry. His tanned skin gleamed softly from the street light — little speckled freckles adorned his waist in various spots. And that darkish grey hair on his chest and fat of his lower tummy that flowed underneath his pants. Your brain fuzzy at the thought of your face pressed against it as you swallow his cock.
But you were not a fool. Joel would never express an attraction towards you. A man like that? He deserved the perfect woman.
“Darlin’?” He speaks again, a bit louder. Disturbing your wandering thoughts.
“I- I was gonna head to a hotel for the night, my house is too hot already. And I don’t want Milo to be uncomfortable.”
Joel’s eyes wander down your body as you explain — the plush jiggle of your tits in that small tank. Nearly spilling out. Slightly damp from the rain or humidity. The chub of your tummy spills slightly from your leggings. A sight that makes his cock swell unbearingly. An act that occurs more often than not when he sees you or even thinks of you for the countless minutes of his day.
“No way. Not gonna let ya drive in this weather. Plus, most hotels nearby are gonna be overbooked. I got the generator up n’ working, got the spare room too. Your stayin’ over.”
“No! No, Joel. I can’t.”
“N’ why not?” His hands have found his way to his hips, popping a knee out and giving you that classic dad glare. Not angry, but confused as to why you’re even protesting when he’s already decided.
“I don’t want to intrude and I have Milo. You and Sarah are allergic.”
“Sarah left yesterday to stay with her mom in California for the rest of the summer. Besides, Milo loves me. I can handle a runny nose as long as I know the two of ya are safe.”
To this, your stomach nearly flips inward on itself. You’ve never been alone with Joel in his home. Not for this long. The few times you’ve come over to help him with dinner before Sarah got home from soccer practice, have always been excruciating. Staring at him without worry. Watching his muscles flex through his t-shirts. Big hands chopping vegetables and plating food. His hand lightly touching your waist when scooting by.
There’s no possible way you can survive a night in Joel’s home.
But, he’s already grabbing his umbrella and walking over to you. He grabs your stuff from the car and tells you to go grab Milo. So, you do.
Joel slips on a t-shirt after he put your stuff in the spare room, disappointedly enough. You nearly told him to keep it off, but held your tongue. You made yourself comfortable at the island barstool as you typed up some early lesson plans, Milo at your feet.
He patters over to Joel who is now leaning against the counter, brushing against his leg. He then leaps onto the granite and purrs against Joel’s arm.
“Psst! Milo get do-“ you beg, embarrassment coloring your cheeks.
“S’ okay, sweetheart. He’s not botherin’ me,” Joel attempts to settle your nerves. Petting Milo’s soft fur and scratching under his chin, that special spot all cats love. “Can I get you anythin’ to drink?” He nods towards the coffee he’s brewing.
“Coffee would be nice, thank you.” You beam at him. Joel’s heart skips a beat every time your cheeks puff up ever so slightly when you smile at him. It’s something he swears is the most endearing thing about you. Of course, he’s only ever shared that with his daughter. Who begs her father to just take her favorite teacher on a date already.
Joel grabs some sugar and oat milk from the fridge, your favorite. He learned from the few breakfasts you guys had shared. A bit of sugar and a nice gulp of milk softens the dark roast color in the mug, he slides it over to you as he grabs his plain black coffee.
“You remembered!” You giggle slightly at the Number 1 Dad title that adorns the mug, taking a sip. You moan at the taste, exactly how you like it.
“Of course I did, darlin’.” You almost hate how easily those pet names roll of his tongue. You summed it up as his southern hospitality, figured he calls any woman those special names. “So, you ready for this new school year?”
An icky feeling settles in your stomach. The thought of returning to the painful and toxic work environment you can only escape when you’re with your students.
“Not without my Sarah girl,” you swiftly change the subject towards the one person he can talk hours about.
He smiles proudly at her name.
“Ya know, she still all mad that you wouldn’t flunk her so she could have another year with ya.” Both your laughs quickly fill the empty house.
“Well, even if I tried to, that girl is too smart for her own good. She should skip a grade in my opinion.” You state, and you’re truthful at that. Sarah Miller is as intelligent as she is quick-witted.
“Yeah, she gets it from me.” At that you roll your eyes playfully. Typing something up before closing your computer and taking another sip of coffee. “Although I love boastin’ over her, I guess I meant are you excited to go back? They treat ya good there?”
Joel watches the color drain from your soft skin. Realizing he touched somewhere that might be too personal. Too raw. “M’ sorry sweetheart, shouldn’t have asked.”
“No- no uh, you’re fine. Um, honestly? No. I’m not excited. The staff there aren’t exactly the kindest bunch.” You confess, slight unease crawling over you.
Joel’s eyes scrunch in confusion. Mind blank on how the kindest soul he knows, could be surrounded by complete opposite. “Whatcha mean?”
You sigh letting the anxiousness settle a bit before speaking again, “they hate me. I don’t even know why, really? I have tried my hardest to get them to accept me but nothing seems to work. Whether it’s jabs at my appearance, teaching style, they’re never satisfied.” Your eyes are burning slightly, haven’t confessed this burden you constantly carry to anyone. “If it wasn’t for your daughter and my class, and… you.. well, I think I wouldn’t have made it through. I try to be strong, I try to be everything that people expect from me but it’s just so hard, Joel.” At that, the fat tears begin to stream down your face.
Joel was frozen in shock. Or maybe anger. Protectiveness. He wanted to hurt the people who made you feel like this. The least deserving of any pain. He sets his mug down and snatches you in his embrace. Holding your head with his hand, stroking your back with the other. He lets you sob almost uncontrollably into his firm chest.
“I just hate being so alone.” You whisper, clutching onto him. You can’t even be embarrassed anymore, you’re so overthrown by his scent, his comfort. Comfort you’ve not felt in so so long.
Joel kisses your temple softly, "promise you're not alone, sweet girl." He nudges your head to look up at his own sorrowful expression. His thumb running over your full lips, a bit swollen from your teeth biting down on them in an attempt to muffle your sobs. "So beautiful." He murmurs as he leans down to place a kiss on your left cheek, his lips skim over yours before he places another on your right.
Joel just barely hears the whimper from the back of your throat when that feather light skim happened. He leans back half an inch, staring into your glossy eyes. "Tell me not to, and I'll let you go upstairs and get some rest. Tell me, sweetheart."
It feels like a whole minute passes by. The soft patter of the rain, the smell of coffee beans from each others breath, the same slow breathing that overwhelms the little space between you both.
Desperation.
Your fingers tighten on his shirt, "don't let me go upstairs, Joel."
Joel smashes his mouth into yours, his guttural groan flying into your soft whimpers. The softness Joel expressed a moment ago is long gone. This kiss is messy, teeth-clanking, tongue inside your mouth. Like he wants to devour you from the outside in. He releases your lip with a pop.
He threads his thick fingers through the base of your hair and yanks it back gently, tongue on your neck. Biting the skin there. "You're so soft, baby. Just need me to mark ya up, is that right?"
You nod as hard as you can despite his harsh grip on your locks.
"I need you to use your words, sweet girl. Let me know what you're thinkin'."
"Everything you do is okay. I want more. I need it all. Please."
"Oh baby, cm'ere," he wraps your lavish thighs around his waist and hoists you into his arms. Easily. Like you're just the most delicate thing he's ever held.
As he walks to his bedroom, you smile into his neck. Arms wrapped over his shoulders, hand rubbing ever so softly at his greying curls. You bite at the skin under his ear and he gives your ass a huge squeeze. Groaning at how his big hands barely hold all the meat there. He couldn't wait to touch and gnaw at this body he loved.
At the foot of his bed, he taps your leg as if telling you to get down. You stand in front of his massive overbearing figure, staring up at him lustfully. You grab the bottom of your compression tank top and pull it over your head, revealing your unsupported chest. Your heavy tits fall a bit.
"My god," Joel falls to his knees in front of you, face nearly level with your pebbled nipples. Both his hands grab a fistful of each, rolling them in his palm. Your sweet noises fill the room and he swears he might've just came in his pajama pants right there. He takes his teeth and bite at the fat above your leggings, licking and sucking at a sensitive part of you. Literally and figuratively.
Joel abandons your chest to yank your leggings and panties down in one move, coming face-to-face with your prickly oozing pussy. He can't restrain himself much longer, spinning you around he pushes you down into his mattress.
He spreads your ass open with both hands, the chub of your lips open ever so slightly as the slick between them strings together.
"Perfect cunt." That's when you feel the chill of liquid spat right onto your puckered hole, dripping down to your clit. He leans in, tongue catching the tangy mixture of your slick and his saliva, right on your throbbing clit.
You screech into the sheets, so turned on from his actions. As he licks up to dip his tongue into your hole, one hand that's holding you open sneaks up your back, to your neck and yanks your head up.
"Nu-uh, let me hear you, baby girl." He demands as he pauses to throw his shirt off as fast as possible — not wanting to leave your cunt for too long without the warmth of his mouth.
He sloppily makes out with your cunt as it clenches and unclenches under his tongue, his beard prickling at your skin. Like he wants your scent all over him for as long as possible.
"Ohh daddy, more more," you whisper hazily, hand reaching back to grab his head desperate to have him as deep as possible.
Joel stops as he processes your choice of title. "What was that, darlin'?"
You freeze at his serious tone. Just now realizing what you've called the man. "Oh my god, I'm s-" Joel grabs your wrist and pins it against your lower back — thick middle and ring finger hooking into you with no warning. Your wetness aiding in the rapid slide of them.
He spits on your puckered hole again and abandons your wrist to land a harsh smack against your ass.
"Only dirty girls say that word, baby. Are you daddy's dirty girl?" He edges you on as he spanks you again on the opposite side. Hard. Unsparing. A side of Joel you've never seen. And oh, does it make you feel that coil tightening within you.
"Mmmm yes yes 'm your dirty girl, daddy!" You groan loudly, eyes swelling with fresh tears. But not tears of pain from earlier, pleasure.
Joel's fingers fuck into you harder, thumb now rubbing at your clit as he leans forward to prod his tongue at your asshole. "Cum for me, my nasty sweet girl. Drench my face. Let me taste you even more." He halts his fingers knuckle deep, hooked inside your cunt as he presses into that spot on repeat. Like he's stroking it out of you.
That's all it takes for you to silently scream as you squirt all over his lower beard covered face and your thick inner thighs, that nearly squish his head from how hard you're coming. Joel just keeps himself situated, never letting up. Allowing you to completely let go and rut back into him, telling him you need more.
"Thaaat's it, my good fuckin' girl.” He praises as he kisses your cunt and ass, he leans over your face capturing your lips in a kiss so messy and depraved. “Open that mouth.” Spitting roughly onto your tongue with a groan as you taste your sweetness that he knows he will forever be addicted to. No chance of recovery.
He ruts his thick bulge into your ass as you whine needly.
"Really want you to fuck my face, now." You beg, hand reaching down to grope him through his loose pjs.
"Mmmmm," he murmurs as his hips keep rutting into you. "Tonight is about you, baby. M' gonna stuff your tight cunt so fuckin' deep you'll feel it in your throat, don't worry." And with that promise, he releases himself, throbbing cock slapping against his lower tummy. You flip onto your back just to see it and your eyes widen at the sight before you.
You always knew it was huge just from perception, but god. It's thicker than your wrist, and looks like it would prod into your cervix. Painful even. Joel senses the worry on your face as he pushes your legs back against your chest. Admiring the way your stomach folds into itself, soft roll after roll. And the thickness of your inner thighs lays heavy. He just wants to get down and feast on you again but he might die if he doesn't feel you wrapped around him.
"You're in charge here, sweetheart. Understood?" He explains as he rubs his fat cock head up and down your swollen slit — notching on your opening with every downward stroke.
You nod slowly, peeking down at the monster between your legs once more. He squeezes your ankle, subtly reminding you to vocalize.
"Yes daddy, I understand."
"Good." And with that, he pushes into your fluttering hole. Your eyes roll back immediately, head thumping onto the soft duvet. He pushes in deeper, barely halfway in and he sees your feet and eyes scrunch a bit. It almost feels like he could rip you apart. Maybe it's because you haven't been fucked in a hot minute — or maybe it's just that Joel is so fucking hung. More than any guy you've slept with.
“Deep breath for me, sweetheart.” He soothes you, as soon as he sees your chest fall — he slams the rest of the way in. Hips flush with the back of your thighs. Cock fully sheathed in your warm soaked cunt. Heavy brimming balls pressed against your little puckered hole. “You feel so damn good. Dripping for me.” Joel’s eyes close at the feeling of you hugging him so tight. He suddenly forgets the feeling of any other woman he’s pleased. Utterly devoted to you from here on out.
When he pulls out all the way to his fat tip — it notches on your opening. Like he has to put in that extra effort to fully remove himself from you. But he doesn’t, and starts fucking into you fully. Never half way, never pulling completely out.. but always making sure he reaches the end of you.
“Da- daddy oh, harder please.” You plead, squeezing his forearm at the overwhelming feel of him nudging your cervix with every thrust.
That confirmation of pleasure is all Joel needs to push your legs back even more — ankles by your head — and began a brutal relentless pace. Grabbing a fistful of your jiggling tit and messy hair, he pulls your head up so you can watch how he ruins you for anyone else.
“Ya see that, see how swollen your gettin’ already?” Joel questions as he holds your head perfectly to observe the slight lifted pudge on your tummy. Paired with the way his coarse hair rubs against your swelled clit — it’s a drool worthy sight.
“Cus’ your so big, Joel.” You sigh, eyes fluttering from the primal force he’s using on your body.
A smug grin flicks across his face at the view. Mind consumed by the most perfect woman. Eyebrows turning inward, the little lines between them deepening as you try to comprehend all the emotions in this moment. Removing his hand from your head, he finds your clit and swipes it upward. Over and over. Leaning down, he sucks as much of your breast into his mouth as humanely possible. Tongue flicking the pebbled area, coercing your orgasm from you. “Cum with me, baby.” His muffled command shoots straight to your filled core.
As he feels you spasm around his thickness, he stills balls deep. “There it is, baby…” Spilling his cum inside your warmth. Plugging you, keeping you full of him. Joel relaxes his body against yours, finding your mouth to kiss you gently. Sweaty foreheads against one another. Joel goes to push off of you, his comforting body heat about to be ripped away.
"No! Wanna feel you longer, please."
Your protest makes Joel's heart surge. "Of course, sweet girl." Wrapping his large arms around you, he flips you both so that your soft plush body lays above him. The new angle makes his spent cock nudge a bit deeper, you both moan at the faint squelch of his cum overflowing your cunt. "You're so perfect," he mutters.
Smiling into his full chest, you leave a swift kiss. "So are you. Thank you for this. For.. everything."
Joel's hands finds your back as he begins gentle strokes onto your supple skin, his head resting atop your own. "Thank you, darlin'. I want you to understand something, you might just be the finest thing that ever happened to Sarah and I. Y'know, she didn't really want to see her mom. Never had the best relationship with her. She just wanted to spend the remainder of the summer havin' ya over everyday to swim and all. That girl admires you more than anyone."
Eyes foggy, you shift to gaze up at him. "And what does her father think?"
Joel pauses briefly, rich brown orbs beaming into yours. "Think she's damn right. She didn't want me to tell you this, but she left so I could have some alone time with you — take ya out. Scolded me sayin' by the time she's back, we better be together." He laughs at the thought, you join him. Picturing that 4'9 ball of fire lecturing her father on the rules of dating.
"So, you're asking me out Miller?" You question with a heavy hopeful heart.
"Should've done it forever ago, darlin'." He confesses, placing a delicate kiss on your temple.
And with that, you place your head back onto the warm chest of the man you've craved your entire life. Realizing, ever since that day where he first greeted you with that sultry gentleman voice — you were never truly alone.
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summary; your brother forbids you from talking to any of his friends when they come over. in his words, you'd seduce them and take away their 'innocence' as if you were a witch in hunt for dick every second of the day. he's especially strict about soobin, his similarly nerdy best friend that comes over every other day to play games.
which sucks because that meant you had to be stuck in your room very often...until beomgyu finally leaves to quickly buy some snacks.
warnings; perv!soobin, titty sucking, soobin's sorta a himbo, noona kink, big useless dick, dry humping (is it a hyewka fic without dry humping???) soobins obsessed with tits, creampie, mentions of a breeding kink, soobin cums a lot, use of pet names, and of course sub!soobin + brief appearance of ex!yeonjun
You never understood why you had to be the one locking yourself in a room as if you weren't the one paying rent, and out of the kindness of your heart, let your hobo brother freeload off you. He should've been the one staying in his room instead of hogging the living room with his loser friends, but alas, you took the the role of the older sister, and let the boy do his shenanigans (for as long as your patience can handle, which you now think won't be very long).
Today was one of those days where you got comfortable on your couch, every limb of your body relaxing, in your pajamas that consisted of a lousy tank top and shorts. You don’t get these days often, most of your time spent wearing ugly work pantsuits. But of course, the comfort doesn’t last long—all of a sudden, Beomgyu's yelling for you to go to your room because someone's coming over. Again.
You’re about to take your stance, because fuck that, but he pulls you up like the little bitch he is and pushes you into a room, shutting the door before you could say another word.
"Fuck you Beomgyu! I swear to fucking god I'll kick your ass to the curbs tomorrow!" you yell at the closed door.
"No you wouldn't!" he yells back, and you raise a trembling fist in the air as if he could see, gritting your teeth, but drop it when you realize the little damned troll was right. You wouldn't go through with your promise any time soon, let alone tomorrow— you coddled your little brother too much.
When you defeatedly turn around, you immediately notice he put you in the wrong room, which pisses you off more. His room. The place was gross, clothes you're sure haven't been washed in ages discarded all around the room. Mostly on the floor.
You tiptoe to the bed, trying to avoid as much of the dirty underwear and socks, hesitantly sitting on his bed as if it was infested with bugs. Which was likely.
What you usually spend your time doing at times like these is a mindless scroll through your social media, effectively ignoring the unread messages. But when you pat around for a feel of your phone, you find your pockets are empty. You throw your head back, groaning. You left it on the couch because of how haste Beomgyu was being.
Sometimes a nap would do when he took too long to call it a day with his friends. This time, you almost fall asleep staring at the poster on the ceiling, until you figure out the voices that transcended through your walls. It was only Beomgyu and Soobin today, which meant that this might take the entire day.
Fucking great.
"It's down the street, I think." you open a shut eye, eavesdropping in what your brother was saying. Were they finally leaving? "Wait, hold on, I'll come back."
It's silent until suddenly, the door's pushed open, Beomgyu poking his head in. His brows are furrowed, one of confusion, "Why're you in my room?" You want to yell he pushed you into his shit bedroom but he shakes his head quickly, cutting off your incoming scolding, like he was in a hurry. "Ya noona, that local convenience store's still open right?"
You roll your eyes. "Lotte mart? That's not local."
He deadpans. One thing about younger siblings was that they are impatient little shits. "Yeah, it's still open." you reply.
Not even a thanks, and he's gone. Which you expected— the exact reason you lied. They closed the location a few weeks back. He'd have to walk to the other closest convenience store, which was at least an hour away.
Serves him right.
The moment you hear the door closing shut, you get up from the bed, immediately heading out of the suffocating bedroom, and head to the living room to retrieve your phone. You don’t expect to see Soobin still there, focused on his phone—assuming he was going to head out with Beomgyu.
He senses someone’s here, so curiously he looks up and meets your eyes, then his widen like he’s been caught doing something wrong.
“H-hi noona.” he quips.
You wave, giving him a quick smile– you definitely found him adorable …but you weren’t in the mood to get scolded by Beomgyu for talking to the boy. So you keep it short, walking to get your phone which rested on the arm rest to the right of Soobin.
“Hey Soobin. Just here to get my phone.”
He tucks his chin in at the proximity when you reach over him to grab your phone—you can even hear him gulp. Probably because your tits were hanging right in front of him. You give him a quick glance, tilting your head after you successfully retrieve your phone in hand.
Unfortunately, he was adamant on keeping his eyes on the TV screen, which had a game paused, so he practically stared into nothingness. You wish you had guys as cute as Soobin when you were attending college. Instead you were stuck with cocky frat boys who expected a fuck after getting you a shitty drink.
“You’re leaving?”
You halt before looking over your shoulder, “Yeah, taking a nap.”
“Oh! Yeah, yeah…um, goodnight—I mean, have a good sleep, or sorry, have a good nap.”
You break into a grin, nodding at the boy. What a loss that he just had to be friends with Beomgyu.
Your legs still midway into the narrow hallway.
You don't have to lock yourself in your room. Beomgyu was gone. In fact, he'll be gone for the next three hours and that wasn’t in account of his turtle-like pace, if your estimation was correct.
You’re a data analyst for a living, of course your estimation’s correct.
So, you go back, trace your steps, and make yourself comfortable. On your own couch, in your own apartment. It’s ridiculous how rare you got the chance to do just that.
Soobin doesn’t ask questions, but he does end up straightening his posture the moment you plop down next to him. “Can you pass me the remote?” You gesture towards it with your chin.
He nods, quickly getting it for you. You hesitantly take it from him, feeling bad. Poor boy, it’s like you were making him uncomfortable with your presence. So you give him a break, scooting away, making the gap between you both awkwardly big.
“You don’t mind me watching, right?” you look at his face for a response. You could totally drop your show if he didn’t want to sit through it– you wanted to give him the option. Though to be fair, knowing Soobin as much as you did (which was admittedly limited, but he was easy to read), you’re sure he’d let you watch even if he did mind.
Which is exactly what happens as he shakes his head, “No, no, it’s okay.” You peer at him before shrugging and opening Netflix.
Unfortunately, as much as you try your best to focus on the drama, Soobin’s polite posture and silence bothers you. Usually, whenever the rare occasion of bumping into Beomgyu’s friends in the hallway happens, they try to strike up a conversation. But Soobin was rather…modest. Too modest.
You pause the show.
“Soobin.” With his name called, he immediately looks over at you. “You know you can talk to me right? I'm not the evil witch my brother paints me as, I promise.”
His eyes are wide, waving his hand in denial, still as formal as ever. “No, it’s—it’s not like that Noona! I know. I know I can talk to you, I mean. Beomgyu tells me you’re nice.” You tilt your head– you doubt that was true.
But you don’t bother. “Oh. Okay, great!” you pull up your legs on the couch, turning your full body to face him. “So, tell me Soobin, are you an introvert?”
He seems startled, like he didn’t expect you to actually start a conversation but it doesn’t last long as he nods meekly. “Y-yeah, sort of.”
“Mm, makes sense. You don’t really make eye contact when talking.” The moment the realization hits Soobin, you huff out a laugh at how fast he turns his head to look at you, his ears noticeably red.
“S-sorry Noona.”
You click your tongue, a little disappointed at how he was still so formal with you. “You don’t have to be so formal, you know? I’m only like, three years older than you.” It takes him a few seconds before he nods, though you could tell by the appearance of a dimple, that he wasn’t going to let the formal language go.
Oh well. You’ll work with it. “So, Soobin. Question. How come you’re a completely different person when playing games? You’re loud, but when in a conversation, your voice is as soft as it can be humanely hearable.”
He’s noticeably embarrassed as his face flushes. “You–you heard me?”
You chuckle, “It’s a little hard not to.”
Soobin isn’t louder than Beomgyu, but was very darn close. Which is a feat considering someone two floors above you came over to complain about Beomgyu once.
“I’m sorry, I–I don’t mean to. I’ll be careful next time.”
You furrow your brows, before lightly slapping his shoulder. “Hey, stop apologizing. I’m just joking around, I really don’t mind. Sort of already used to it.”
“Still—”
You shake your head, cutting him off. “Let’s talk about something else. Um…oh! Do you have a girlfriend?” you teasingly drawl the girlfriend bit like a middle school boy, in attempt of making him a tinge more comfortable.
He’s meek again, biting the inside of his cheeks before he lets out a quiet no.
You gasp at the revelation, a hand shooting up over your mouth. “But you’re so handsome! How come?”
You definitely played it up a bit— you weren’t that shocked that he wasn’t dating considering how often he came over and how long he stayed.
He gets flustered once more, and finally, a small smile appears. “I don’t know. Probably because I’m horrible at flirting. And probably not that handsome.”
You pout, “Not that handsome? ’M being completely honest, I think you’re the cutest guy I’ve seen in a while.”
He flushes, playing with his hands. “Yeah... cute not handsome”
You got closer to him somehow so you’re able to give him a light nudge. “Handsome too idiot.”
He smiles, looking at you with so much adoration you could just pinch his cute cheeks.
The entire time you spend talking to him felt a little more chill, his posture relaxing along with the flow of conversation being a little more natural— though you still carried it most of the time.
You found out he liked a number of things. Anime, manga, collecting figures, obviously gaming. All things you usually assumed to be a little nerdy, but it was cute how he lit up talking about his favorites regardless. You find out he’s majoring in chem too, which you would have never guessed.
You also find out Soobin might just be the most obvious peeker; truly terrible at being discreet.
You really had a hard time not laughing every time you caught his eyes so obviously looking down at your cleavage, which you forgot was so revealing through the tank top you wore. More than once does he subconsciously wet his lips before he tries to pretend like he was listening to you talk.
You understand why Soobin was friends with Beomgyu rather quickly. Most of Beomgyu’s friends were greasy pervert losers. Soobin not any different, you figured. Except it was cute on him.
"Beomgyu said you had a boyfriend.” he mumbles, the longest eye contact he’s held with you the entire time you’ve been talking to him.
You tilt your head. "…I don't? I haven't dated anyone since Yeonjun." at his silence, you figure he's not one of your girlfriends who knew the ins and outs of your dating history, "Which was four months ago."
His lips form an O shape, nodding slowly.
"Did you ask him? Why? Were you curious?" you tease, and enjoy the way Soobin stumbles on his words, cheeks quickly running hot. "N-no, he just told me."
You hum knowingly. Before you know it, you ramble about another topic but like the shameless boy he is, you catch how his eyes trail down again. This time, you decide to end it, it’s clear he wanted something so you clear your throat. The conversation was slowly dying anyway.
His eyes snap back up almost immediately, cheeks still a bright shade of pink. “Um s-so…”
“I was talking about my favorite boba place just now.” His iris panics before he chuckles nervously, “Y-yeah. That.”
You smile looking down at his hands and take a notice of how big they are. Your finger trails to one, fingertip running circles on his palm.
He’s startled by the sudden contact, but doesn't pull away immediately. “Girls at school would probably ruin that pretty face of yours if they caught you staring at their tits so openly.”
His eyes shoot wide open, pulling his hands from you like you just poured boiling water on it. “I wasn't–”
You cut him off. “I should've counted but it was probably a hundred times I've seen you look, pervert.”
His face is so red, he truly looked like a tomato. You also catch the glistening of his waterline, his lower lip quivering. “I'm sorry Noona please don't be mad I—“
“Good thing I'm not a girl from school, huh?" You're quick to stop his rambling, not in the mood to be the cause of someone's tears. "Do you want to see them?”
His brows perk up almost immediately, the crease of his forehead apparent, doe eyes looking at you so intently.
“My tits. Wanna see them?”
He nods profusely before he shoots up a hand over his mouth. “Oh my god, was that a trick question? I’m sorry—”
You laugh, shaking your head. “Adorable.” you coo, booping his nose. He frowns at that.
"I'm not a kid noona, you always—" he cuts himself off when you grip the hem of your tank top, pulling them over your bare breasts swiftly, showing them to the younger boy. You relish in his reaction, ends of your lips twitching up at the way his mouth falls open, licking them as he openly stares.
God, he was such a pervert.
“Can I...can i—" his words fall dry.
“You wanna touch?”
“Please noona.”
You shrug. He scoots closer, cold hand hesitant on your breasts, sending goosebumps on your skin with the touch. “Soobin, its okay, you can touch them”
He prepares both hands above your breasts before finally holding them. He feels by a few squeezes and then he starts playing, fondling like he's never seen a pair before.
His breathing gets heavier the rougher he squeezes, and especially when his thumb glazes over your nipple, which is the confirmation you got.
He was a total loser.
You hold his wrist, getting Soobin to stop, snapping him out of his thoughts, and he slowly pulls away, wiping the slight drool on the corner of his lips. “Was I too rough—?”
"A little, but I don't mind." You get on him, straddling his lap. Soobins big eyes look up at you, gulping at the possibility that you'll let him do what he thinks you'll let him do.
You feel the bulge between your legs and laugh. "You got hard from touching me? Big baby."
He frowns, "I'm not a baby."
"Oh really?" You grab the back of his head, and shove his face between your chest. Sure enough, Soobin's mouth already latches onto one of your nipples, starting to suck. "See? You're such a filthy pervert, already sucking the moment I give you the chance."
He's stupid enough to muffle out a thank you as if letting him suck was like handing him water at deserted desert. Your shirt is over his head as his face was buried in between your chest, spit already all over it— he was incredibly messy. A bead of sweat breaks out, running down his forehead.
You're startled when he goes over to your left breast, not letting it go without attention. His tongue flicks your nipple then he starts sucking harshly making you hiss. “Hey—hey! Soobin, not too rough.”
He doesn't respond nor does he relent, very obviously busy with sucking on your nipple, his other hand having free reign on your chest. You take a hold of his hair and pull him off you, his face coming into full view, lips glistening with spit. He was a mess. "Soobin, be gentle. I'm serious."
He nods and you sigh, his head once again eagerly going under your shirt. His hips start bucking into you, trying to get off, and you're sure your chest is entirely covered with hickeys-- your nipples hard and sore from all his sucking. “Wanna be inside noona, wanna be inside you." he manages to moan, voice muffled against your chest.
You close your eyes shut when you feel his bulge pressed against your clothed slit, moving just slightly to get yourself off a little too. “Yeah? Wanna fuck me?” You feel the earnest nod of his head and it makes you pout fondly. You decide to throw him a bone, you were pretty hot and bothered anyway.
"Okay baby, I'll let you."
You've never had a man be so eager to fuck you, or for better words, be fucked by you. But that could be explained by your dating history being mostly if not all, tatted macho men who liked being nonchalant. Maybe you should fuck losers more often.
By losers, you mean cute ones like Soobin.
His dick looked intimidating when you ordered for him to take it out- the swollen tip, concerningly red, precum already leaking down the veins of his fat dick and... shit that length might break you.
He's visibly embarrassed. “Um, if its too much then you don't have too—“
You position yourself on top of him again, giving him a reassuring smile. "I can take it.”
His eyes are glistening, the living room already dark due to the lack of the previous sunlight-- it was already noon. You figure you like it when guys look up at you like you had the entire world lying on your hand- your brother's best friend's working like an awakening in weird ways.
You finally sink down on him, letting out a sigh the more his length disappears into your cunt, stretching you out all the more, already hitting places you weren't sure would hit.
His pliant head falls back on the couch when he feels the warmth of your pussy- his jaw slacked, drool trickling down his chin as he lets out a strained moan. "Noona, noona I—"
The flaring of his nose is the last hint before you feel his hot semen spurt out inside you, and just when you think it's over, you feel a little more shooting up. You stare at the boy quizzically- you hadn't even moved yet and he already came.
Soobin raises his head, lower lip quivering, so obviously embarrassed by his premature orgasm. "I-i'm sorry noona, I didn't mean to- oh my god, what's gonna happen now? I can't take care of a baby I'm still in c-"
"Woah woah, Soobin, calm your ass, I'm on the pill."
He looks at you silent with a few confused blinks, before letting out an exhale of relief. You're still practically sitting on his dick, but you still find it in you to tease him after his panic ensues, "What? Were you gonna abandon me after impregnating me? Didn't think you'd be the type Soobin. Maybe even good boys can be such bitches."
The panic returns into his eyes as he shakes his head adamantly denying your attack of his character, "No! Noona, I wouldn't do that, I swear! I-i-"
"You what?" you cut him off harshly on purpose, slowly raising yourself to finally ride his twitching cock.
He immediately senses the movement, your attempt of being slow and careful failing. He squeezes his eyes shut, and you hiss disapprovingly. "Answer your noona Soobin, what would you do if you got me pregnant?"
"W-would take care of you." He whines when you fall back on his dick, a staggering breath out his mouth. You're not sure if he could even last a mere five minutes of you riding him.
"Yeah? Open your eyes for me baby."
He does as you say, though his lids are heavy over his eyes. His gaze once again finds your chest lewdly staring at the slight bounce, and before you know it, his hands are kneading your breasts again. "I would pamper you up noona, take you to all the five star restaurants." he breathes out.
You snort at his foolish promises, "With what money idiot? If anything, I'd be the one pampering you up, you're still a college student with student debt. You'd have to start working a lot more if you'd want to pamper me."
His eyes roll back when you speed up your pace on his dick for a brief second, "F-fuck, Noona--"
You feel his cock twitching inside you, and once again, strips of his cum rush into you. You wondered how much before you milked him dry? Because the boy was still as eager as ever, head going forard in attempt to latch his mouth on your nipple again, hips bucking up against your already steady pace. "I'd work ten shifts to provide for you and- mmf-- and our baby noona." he cutely muffles against your nipple.
You laugh-- he was as naive as ever, but you appreciated the thought. You wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself. Your finger twirls a strand of his black hair, the innocent act in direct opposition of the filthy sound of skin on skin, combined with Soobin's fresh load making it a lot more squelching, that bounced of the walls.
"Soobin, g-good boy, suck my tits like a good boy." Your breathing gets heavier, the way he fills you up is turning out to be a lot more addicting than you thought it'd be. You assumed pain, which yeah, it still was a little painful, but you got used to it very quickly able to start feeling the pleasure overwhelm your senses.
Soobin pulls away from your chest with a pop, slowly raising his head over your shirt to look at you. "Noona?" he calls out with half lidded eyes.
"Yeah?"
"You really don't have a boyfriend right?"
You're caught off guard with the question. Obviously if you had a boyfriend you wouldn't be riding his fucking dick.
He catches your miffed look and is quick to defend himself despite your pussy clenching around him, "I-it's just-hah! Fuck- noona, it's just someone was blowing up your phone earlier- and I didn't mean to peek but- cumming, I'm cumming noona!" he cries out, successfully letting out his words before he actually orgasms.
You had picked up your pace with every word he spoke, attempting to not ruin your own high, and sure enough, you reach it, cumming in unision with Soobin's, your head exhaustedly falling onto his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.
Under you, Soobin's body was shaking, still feeling spurts of his cum. "The contact name was Yeonjun."
Your daze snaps, head shooting up at the mention of your ex. "What?"
"He kept on calling so I thought that might've been your boyfriend...but then you told me he was your ex." he replies, voice hoarse you think as a result of his rather loud whines earlier.
"I wasn't lying Soobin, he really is my ex."
"I-i wasn't accusing you of lying it's just...I don't know, I thought that maybe..."
Your subconscious drowns out Soobin's rambling, still confused that Yeonjun was ringing you up in the first place. What for? Did he leave something that he forgot to take four months ago?
That wasn't likely. You remember the day he came over to take his things very vividly. With how urgently he looked, you figured Yeonjun was serious about his belongings.
So, what was it?
With Yeonjun, it was on and off. In a way that surely couldn't be healthy for either party involved. Which is the exact reason you mutually decided to break it off a few months ago, cutting off all contact. You even blocked his socials. Each one. Instagram, snapchat, twitter, facebook.
Except for the most important, most relevant way of contact- his phone number, of course. And look how that decision bit you in the ass. You're totally overthinking why Yeonjun decided to call you, and you will when you go to sleep later today, and then the day after and-
You're not falling down that rabbit hole again.
You start moving your hips again pushing through the uncomfortable feeling. Soobin was less resilient, a disapproving whine coming from the back of his throat when you grind in his lap, his dck still deep inside you rubbing between your walls. "Noona--" he shrieks, when you start bouncing again, this time a lot harshly as you bit down on your lip.
"No more, can't- nng-" you shut up his blabbles by stuffing your breast in his mouth again. Of course it did the job.
"Filthy boy, you'd probably enjoy sucking my tits when I'm lactating."
His teary eyes look up at you, needy and twinkling under the dim light that was the living room. He wasn't denying it. Instead, he swirls his tongue around your bud, clearly getting off the thought.
"Fuck, you really are filthy." you breath out. Speeding up your pace, Soobin's unable to stay latched onto your nipple, jaw-slacked, his brows pointing upwards, unable to urge you to stop. Instead, he helps you out by bucking his hips forward, slamming his dick inside you.
A knock on the door gets you to halt your movement. Soobin still moving erratically under you. But then you slap him gently, trying to get his attention. “I think i heard—“
The knock of the door cuts you off. Facing Soobin with a wide eyed look before you jolt off him, hurriedly looking for your underwear and shorts. You lost track of time, clearly! If Beomgyu finds out you fucked his best friend, you'd be done for. He'd hate you for life. Never talk to you again.
“Soobin hurry the fuck up and go answer!” You shout in a hushed voice, frantically pulling up your shorts.
He nods, the panic contagious as he stumbles around pulling up his pants. You take a second to look over him and you curse under your breath. His cheeks were flushed red, swollen lips glistening with spit, hair strands poking out all over- fuck, he looked bad.
You attempt to pat his hair down, at least to make it a little neater, but a third knock and you're sprinting towards a room, hiding behind your shut door.
You press your ears against your door, hoping to pick up how the conversation was going. A few beats of silence, and you finally hear the unlocking of the door after a few struggling attempts from Soobin.
“Who are you?" you furrow your brows- that wasn't your brother. "Oh wait, are you one of Beomgyu’s friends?”
It was Yeonjun.
At the realization, you crack your door open, trying to peek down the hallway. You didn't have a good view but you figured it'd do.
“Yeah? Who are you?” you hear Soobin ask, his breathing sounding like he just ran a marathon. You squeeze your eyes shut- could he at least try to mask what just happened? Be a little less obvious?
“Tell Y/N for me I came over. Say it was Yeonjun.” You catch the way Yeonjun's eyes visibly look up and down the younger boys state, wondering if he caught on. “Her boyfriend. Tell her her boyfriend came over.”
Soobin bites the insides of his cheeks in attempt to not bark back at the lie, opting to just nod. “Um, yeah, sure.”
Yeonjun nods, flashing him a smile before patting his shoulder. “You look rough buddy, take care.”
Sure enough, Beomgyu shows up right then and you out of instinct close your door shut when you recognize his mop hair. Though it seemed no matter what, you couldn't escape his annoyingly blaring voice. "Oh? Yeonjun? Hey dude, haven't seen you in a while."
Yeonjun greets him like they've been close since forever... which is total bogus, they barely talked. Yeonjun finally excuses himself because he was 'just leaving'. Leaving Soobin and Beomgyu alone.
You once again try to pry in their conversation, praying Soobin could play off the way he looked and you could finally head to the comfort of your bed.
"Sorry I took long, my bitch sister lied to me. Deadass had to walk five hours to get these- You good Soobin? You look sick."
You briefly smirk sinisterly at the fact that you got Beomgyu's ass, but then the cold sweat breaks out again because the stupid fuck noticed! And now, you're impatiently tapping your foot on the floor, awaiting Soobin's response.
"Yeah dude, sorry, um, I-I have to go use the bathroom."
Internally you slap your palm on your forehead- to hell with being convincing. Consequences of choosing Soobin out of all of Beomgyu's friends to fuck you guess.
a/n; feedback is always appreciated on my end lol need me someone to talk about soobin and his breeding kink because it's definitely there. oh and how hes the biggest boob guy..i dont make the rules 😂 definitely gonna edit this later on because that ending is so incomplete it pisses me off, dont mind me, i'm just totally dead rn.
warnings: pregnant fem!reader, smut, breastplay(?), body image issues, discussion of body size, slight angst
taglist ( i literally forgot about this): @dickdeprived @owjohny @lvefoolishh
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“If I squeeze, will it spray like it does with cows?” Soobin chuckles, giving your breast an experimental tug, punctuated by your hitched moan. His cock pulsed inside you, the overwhelming fullness keeping you on edge, thighs milky with whatever mingled fluids had dripped out of you and Soobin, your belly resting against his ridged abdomen, so contrasting with the hard muscle that you felt something tighten in your throat. The waves of anxiety, of not feeling pretty enough, thin enough, sexy enough again rippling through you with no preamble. You try to dismiss them with the metaphoric broom in your head, sweeping them under a mental rug.
“Why don’t you, ah- why don’t you try?” You gasp, Soobin’s hips snapping up, his pubic bone hitting your clit harshly. His lips circled your puffy nipple again, hand squeezing, mouth suckling, sweet liquid flowing down his throat. Your hand slips from his shoulder, landing in the middle of his chest, right over his frantically beating heart, your fingers carding through the barest smattering of hair on his chest.
Fingers digging right below your breasts, large hands spanning the circumference of your body at its narrowest, he squeezes gently, thrusting up and into you, satiating some deep need for his cock inside you effectively, till your forearms bracing you against him were shaking, your voice whimpering out a little warning to him. With the pressure on your bladder, you came almost embarrassingly fast these days, not even ten minutes into the sex.
Soobin however, was not one to be done in ten minutes quite easily. He flips you over carefully, onto your knees, bracing himself on one lean arm against the wall, you doing the same against the headboard.
You see the veins popping on his forearm, see his hands scrabble against the green of your bedroom walls as he enters you again and your hips almost give out. He pulls you against him, onto your knees, in a sitting position, cock nestled inside you, hands finding purchase now on your belly, hands spanning the tight skin of your bump with the most gracious ease.
You feel your throat close up despite the tingling of your used hole, almost burning at the stretch of his cock, the deep knot below your belly-button tightening again, coiling even tighter when his hands find your breasts and squeeze them milk practically spraying. You feel the warm droplets land on your thighs and shudder, not entirely with pleasure.
Soobin whispers something in your ear, something you’re too hazed to understand correctly. You join the dots when he shivers, a low groan escaping his usually quiet mouth. He comes inside you, warm fluid dripping between your thighs as he pulls out after a few harsh thrusts.
You don’t move even as Soobin walks to the bathroom naked, bringing back a warm handtowel to help your clean up. All you can think of is how disgusted you feel right now, the previous smooth skin of your abdomen marred with stretch marks, weight sitting where earlier there had been less.
How could Soobin even enjoy touching you like this? When milk ran in tiny little rivulets down your body, making you feel sticky and oh so inhuman?
“Honey, you alright?” Soobin questions, frowning. You hadn’t moved a single inch. “Was it not good? Does something hurt?” He sits at the edge of the bed, holding the warm, damp towel.
You shake your head slowly, sitting back down, the stickiness between your legs now pervasive. Your hand reaches for the towel automatically but Soobin retracts.
“Tell me if it’s something I can fix,” he says softly, almost pleading, withholding the only way you can feel less offended by yourself in his palm.
You shake your head again, “It’s… it’s nothing it’s stupid.” You whisper, ashamed of how scratchy you voice is.
Soobin is having none of it. He was expecting something like this to happen when he found you absentmindedly muttering how much weight you’re putting on thanks to “the little fetus here,” you had said, poking lightly at your belly.
“Baby,” Soobin scoots closer, painfully aware of how drawn and pinched your face looks despite the show of moans you had been putting up for him. His hands cup your cheeks, palms so big they cover your hairline to jaw. “I love you.”
Tears well in your eyes as he continues, “I love you so much. And I’m sorry if I have made you feel bad in any way.”
You sniffle, utterly aware how dumb it is to cry over some words you hear almost every other day but hormones aren’t rational, you don’t feel beautiful and your Adonis-like boyfriend was confessing his love to you.
“You didn-didn’t,” you sniffle, “It’s me I’m- stuh-stupid.”
“You’re not stupid, just tell me what went wrong,” he wipes away your tears with his thumb, sitting close enough that your legs touch before pulling you into his lap, hand resting on the curve of your belly, just two warm bodies, so vastly different from each other fitting together perfectly.
“I look so gross and-and so big,” you frown, burying your face against his chest, the hair tickling your nose.
“You compliment me for being so big but put yourself down,” his voice is low, honey smooth. “Doesn’t seem fair.”
“There’s a difference,” you huff, feeling his nose rub lightly against the nape of your neck.
“You don’t feel pretty?” He hums. Goosebumps break out on your skin at the timbre of his voice, the warmth of his chest and how seemingly big he seemed, encompassing the entirety of your body.
“I-,” your voice dies in your throat when you feel his hand sink lower and cup the heat of your cunt.
“I want you to feel pretty,” he kisses your neck. “You’re the prettiest girl- woman, I have ever seen.” The towel sits abandoned at the edge of the bed, soaking the bedspread with its dampness as Soobin manoeuvres you into lying against the pillows, legs around his waist as he presses kisses to your neck, your collarbone.
“This okay? Do you feel up for it?” he kisses your shoulder, holding his weight off you, navel grazing your bump. You nod. “We can stop and just talk-“
“Continue whatever you’re doing,” you huff, an ache making itself persistent between your legs.
Soobin’s smirk is evident as he trails kisses to your breasts, squeezing and tugging letting milk drip down the smooth skin before licking it up with one unbroken swipe of his tongue, hands cupping your belly.
“So, so pretty and soft,” he whispers reverently. “Feel how hard you made me,” he says, taking your hand, leading it to his cock, which true to his word, feels almost as hard as rock against your small- by comparison- palm.
“How could you even doubt how beautiful you are,” he kisses the top of your stomach, moving down, occasionally grazing the stretched skin with his teeth, your toes curling each time this happened. By the time he reaches your navel, the knot of pleasure in your belly is coiled as tight as it can get, Soobin murmuring praise, admonishing you for being insecure, hands just as free-willed as the mouth of his, leaving pink-ish bruises on the skin of your abdomen which might or might not fade quickly.
His thumb presses right below your navel, a retaliation from his baby hitting back against his palm, now an almost usual occurrence. You were panting, heartbeat echoing in your empty cunt, “Soobin i- I need to come please,” you whimper, as his tongue flicks your clit. “Please.”
He hums, pulling a leg over his shoulder, tongue pressing flat into your slit, working its way in. You wonder if he can taste the remnants of himself there, the thought whipped away as he latches onto your clit, walls fluttering around nothing pleasure crashing, cresting like some great tidal wave. He sucks on your clit, working two fingers in and before you can even warn him, your back arches, mouth open in a silent "Oh” as you cum, a high whine escaping you right after when Soobin pulls both your legs over his shoulder, helping you ride out your climax as best he can, lips working double time on your pussy.
“Feel better?” he asks, rising from between your legs, lithe and long and handsome and oh so hard. You nod, still trying to catch your breath, vision floating with black dots.
He lies down beside you, and you ask him if he wants to get off too, if you should help him get off.
He chuckles, shaking his head, “I don’t wanna get off, honey, don’t worry.”
You nod, snuggling closer in his embrace.
“I do want one thing though,” he says, almost hesitant. “Can I drink from you? Like… non-sexually? Right now?”
“Drink from me?” you ask, puzzled.
He nods, waiting for your answer. You hum your assent, guiding him lower to your breast. His lips close around your nipple, and you feel soft suction, unlike what he did during sex. The gentle pressure of his mouth, the warmth, the exertion from the sex makes you drowsy. You fall asleep with his sinful mouth still suckling you.
Fear is a powerful aphrodisiac, and October is the season of fear. The dark season. The season of desire.
In October, we toy with the semantics of the monster waiting under our bed to claim us. What does it want with us? Will it be delicious? Will we be delicious in the back of its mouth. In October, we consider the curiosity of the alien, and his probing, searching eyes. When he takes us, will will bind ourselves to him, giving life, and liver and womb without question or hesitation? In October, sympathy for the devil and his demons comes easily and as sweetly as a candy apple to the tongue. Does sin have any room to germinate where there is no light? October makes room for spellbinding, for magic, for complete surrender to the monster living deep within the forest. How easily we will spread ourselves, give over to the limits of our bodies just to ache and hunger with wildfire in our blood.
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⟶ AO3 Masterlist
⁂ binding vow
⤑ pairing: king of curses!namjoon x jujutsu sorcerer!reader
⤑ genre: smut
⤑ tropes: dark fantasy. reincarnation. jujutsu kaisen au.
❝ During the Heian Era, long before he was known as the King of Curses, you were Namjoon’s lover, only to be parted by death at the hands of a Curse. Now, it’s the modern era, and you, a Jujutsu Sorcerer, have been captured by Curses in an offering to the very King you had once loved. ❞
❝ Seokjin has a terrifying memory from his younger days that has easily shaped him into the man he’s become, and fuelled his desire for all accomplishments thus far. Watching your mother be eaten alive by a monster tends to have a lasting, psychological effect like that. Now a full-time Folklorist, with a PhD in Mythology, Masters in Cultural Anthropology, and a time consuming side-hobby as a Supernatural Investigator, his research has led him into the wilderness surrounding the Black Water Lakes, where he’s determined this monster resides in its hidden habitat. Determined to reveal new discoveries to the world, to prove his insanity is anything but, Jin finds himself hot on the trail of something that haunts his inner child, and yet ignites an unusual fire deep inside him. ❞
⏤ Category: Monster Girls ; As Animated by @kookdiaries
❝ In the entirety of your existence as a Dream Walker, traveling through people’s dreams and feeding on their subconscious fears, you had only heard tales about the Dream Whisperer – a creature that granted humans erotic dreams, taking them away from the fear that you survived on – and had never actually encountered him. But tonight, when the said monster physically appears between you and your food, you might end up feeding on more than you were prepared for. ❞
❝ The ship arrived three days after your birthday, an eerie blot in the sky that grew larger and larger until it sought to outshine the sun. It is the lack of change beyond this that had you, and everyone else around the globe, unsettled but after months of its looming presence you are starting to feel curious about it. You are even comforted by it. Still, there is no change. Except, sometimes in the morning you feel as though you have lost something. And, sometimes in the evening, you feel as though you are waiting for something. And, most times, you are certain there is something standing in the shadows, watching and waiting and departing the moment you try to focus on it. Perhaps there is change: a change in you. A change in the way you want it. And a change in the way you want it to want you back. ❞
⏤ Category: Aliens ; As Animated by @yeoldontknow
➵ Coming Soon
⁂ beware the jabbercock
⤑ pairing: jabberwocky shifter!jimin x ace of hearts!reader
⤑ genre: smut
⤑ tropes: shifters. royalty. alice in wonderland au.
❝ As the Ace of Hearts, you are next in line for the throne after your cousin the Queen of Hearts. Her consort Jack however wants you out of the picture and banishes you to the Wonderland wilderness where the terrifying Jabberwocky lives, a horrifying creature responsible for a slew of card deck townspeople deaths.
Within the mysterious depths of the Wonderland forest you find the Jabberwocky, and as you fall under his spell you realise how he was so easily able to capture and defeat so many of your people. ❞
⏤ Category: Hybrids/Shifters ; As Animated by @opaljm
❝ Don’t look! It’s best to stay tucked under your covers. Folktales warn against acknowledging him. It only strengthens his power. Yet, he is all you want to think about. ❞
⏤ Category: Monster ; As Animated by @inkedtae
➵ Coming Soon
⁂ fresh out of hell
⤑ pairing: demon monster!jungkook x med student!reader
⤑ genre: angst ∴ smut
⤑ tropes: forbidden love. horror. death race au.
❝ Jungkook was sentenced to life for a crime he didn’t commit. When the opportunity to earn his freedom again presented itself, he went for it. However, just like the victory, his life was snatched by the vile humans that put him in that awful place to begin with.
After rising from the grave, Jungkook has one mission. Take what’s rightfully his along with what his worst enemy loves the most. Although, the latter might be easier to grab than the former. ❞
⏤ Category: Demons ; As Animated by @sugakookitty
➵ Coming Soon
The shadows grow long in October, a bottomless black that swallows everything it touches. Trepidation comes easily, lurks behind every corner, watching and waiting, a feeling you cannot shake. And lust has never been shaken from the binds of our bones, it lurks, it watches it waits. What was once a friendly, well-lit street becomes an endless expanse of bleak possibility. What was once a friendly fable becomes a warning, a promise, an ode to regret and an ode to an unexpected metamorphosis. Desire transmutes the street corner your old neighbour once occupied, full now with difference, with longing, with a yearning close to obsession the moment a charming, new face stands at its threshold. The air tastes different in October, ripe with unexplained cravings.
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A/N: THIS HAS BEEN MY BABY FOR A HOT MINUTE! I’m so fucking proud of this fic and I did so much research that my head might explode and Greek Letters will come out! Thank you to @lunarlxve and @jung-hoseok-s-airplane for beta reading it and giving me awesome feedback! Thank you to @ladyartemesia who literally pushed me to write something so awesome AND SHE MADE A FUCKING GORGEOUS BANNER. LIKE DO YALL SEE THAT?! Anyway I hope you really enjoy it because my heart is so warm for this fic!
Eros, the Greek god of love, sexual desire and attraction
“At the center of Greek mythology is a pantheon of deities who live on Mount Olympus, the highest mountain in Greece. Every aspect of human life was ruled by these deities. There were twelve main Olympians who ruled over such aspects. Olympian gods and goddesses are said to look much like women and men of this world but could also change their appearances into whatever they liked, animals and things of that nature. Most people know of the common gods, such as Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades. But, there are others such as Dionysus- the god of wine, Aphrodite- the goddess of beauty and love, and even Hermes- the god of travel, who was in fact the personal messenger of Zeus. If you’ve watched the movie Hercules you’ll-” Professor Song’s voice becomes drowned out by the snort that comes from your left. You roll your eyes before craning your neck forward to keep listening to the lecture. You’ve always had an affinity to mythology of any kind since you were a child but, as you grew up Greek mythology stood out the most to you. You became enamored with it and decided to become a mythologist. You’ve heard of these tales countless times but you could always hear them once more.
A cough comes from next to you as you listen to the tale of Hephaestus and you roll your eyes once more before putting your hand underneath your chin. You jot down notes dutifully before looking up as Professor Song begins to wrap up the class. “For the last portion of your grade, you will all be assigned to work with a partner. The theme of your project is Graceful Gods, a study on partnerships between the gods and goddesses. You may choose whichever two gods and goddesses you may like that have had a connection with one another. Now, this doesn’t mean to watch Hercules a bunch of times and comment on those relationships between cartoons.”
The class erupts into small giggles and you find yourself snorting at the lame joke. “Since I know that most of you cannot put yourselves together properly, looking at you Haeyun and Jowoon-” You giggle at his call out before paying attention again, “-you will all work with the person directly next to you at your tables.” Your eyes glance over to the long haired boy by next to you and you inwardly groan.
Your best friend’s boyfriend Jungkook has a special wish for his birthday—you. This maybe wouldn't be such a problem if you weren't into him since the day you'd met him.
⤑ word count: 22.3k
⤑ genre: some angst, mature topics, friends to lovers, (mutual) pining, smut
⤑ warnings: MFF threesome, oral (M and F receiving), same-sex kissing, unprotected sex (always wrap it, folks), a lot of dirty talk, weird relationship dynamics, extremely mature topics
⤑ rating: 18+
Being into your friend’s boyfriend was wrong, you knew that.
Wanting to fuck him? That was just vile.
Still, it wasn’t something that you could help. It wasn’t like you could magically stop thinking the dude was the hottest man that’s ever graced planet Earth or stop wondering how it would feel to even touch him. It just wasn’t happening, your mind wasn’t letting go.
Of course, you’d never act on those urges. It was fine, you were used to it. Hana always got the best of the best and you were stuck with the rest—that was actually a running joke between the two of you, friends from elementary school.
She, an attractive rich girl who loved to experiment, mostly because she always got everything she wanted and quickly got bored of it. Because of this, she always tried to find new things to try and rebel against her family. You, on the other hand, never felt as attractive or wealthy as her, least of all adventurous.
While Hana was no stranger to one-night stands, threesomes, and things you blushed even hearing about, you stuck to monogamy and sex with people you had at least some kind of feelings for. Well, almost always.
You rarely felt crazy attraction towards someone, so you dated guys who seemed nice and thoughtful. Sex was secondary anyway, right?
You’d never even met a guy who could get you to have an orgasm and you knew it was all in your head. Hana told you so herself—it’s not the guy’s fault you can’t relax. Just tell him what you want and he’ll do it and get you to come. If you just lay there and let him play, he’ll never get it right.
She was wise, you had to give her that, but it just wasn’t happening for you, mostly because you were never that sexually attracted to guys you dated in the first place.
You rarely felt that towards anyone, until you met Hana’s new toy, Jungkook.
Usually, Hana dated really hot guys that quite frankly disgusted you. They were mostly full of themselves, the real bad-boy type that her father hated, but she seemed to be having fun, so you weren’t going to talk her out of it. Besides, she was never the one to get hurt in those flings of hers, so there was nothing to worry about. The point was, these guys were just not your type.
This time, it was different.
When she introduced you to Jungkook, which happened on their first date, surprisingly, your breath hitched in your throat. How wouldn’t it?
He was tall, dark-haired, attractive with a killer smile, huge eyes, and a rarely seen charisma. You were having coffee with her before her date and he arrived early, so you couldn’t avoid shaking his hand and meeting him.
To your surprise, Jungkook asked you to stay with them for a while, so you did, trying so fucking hard not to drool right in front of your friend and her date. You never did get why he wanted you to stay for an hour during their first date because it was real torture. Of course, you were happy that your friend scored a date with a guy that handsome and charming. On the other hand, you were jealous because you couldn’t do the same.
What was even worse was that Hana not only slept with him that same day but told you all about it. Jungkook was not only charming and attractive but he could also make her come and was hung. Life just wasn’t fair for you, it seemed.
Five days later, Hana told you that you were coming with her to a party where she’d meet up with Jungkook. You were totally against the idea, mostly because you didn’t want to be the third wheel, but also because you didn’t want to be close to Jungkook again and smell his cologne and think about him fucking you, but there was no saying no to Hana, so you had no choice.
Jungkook brought a friend, Taehyung, and even though he was also nice and charming, you couldn’t even focus on him when he was right next to Jungkook.
What was even worse was that Taehyung and Hana were in the mood for dancing, so they spent most of the night doing just that while Jungkook decided to get to know you better. The conversation felt more like an interrogation and it seemed like he wanted to know everything about you, but you knew he wasn’t interested.
Jungkook was clearly into Hana and wanted to get on your good side since you were her best friend, so you answered his questions and slowly let him into your life.
That was four long months ago. During those four months, you managed to hook up with Taehyung once you realized you had to quench your thirst for Jungkook somehow. It just wasn’t right. The worst part about it was that you were starting to feel like he was into you too, which was impossible. Hana and he weren’t exactly the most serious couple out there and their hanging out was either in a group of friends or them fucking, but still—he was her boyfriend.
Taehyung was a great guy, really handsome, way out of your league, and the sex was great, but you just couldn’t come. You couldn’t get yourself to explain to Taehyung what exactly felt good for you and what didn’t, so you just lay there and let him play, as your friend put it. Besides, the fact that you had Jungkook on your mind probably didn’t help Taehyung’s case either. It wasn’t his fault.
The worst part about it? Jungkook found out and talked to you about it at a party Hana dragged you to a long while ago. It seemed like Jungkook and you always spent most of the time at these parties together, getting to know each other better, while Hana danced around and remembered Jungkook existed when it was time to get dicked down, as she politely put it.
“You’re not really into Taehyung, are you?” Jungkook asked that night, watching you over the rim of the glass that was pressed to his lips a second ago. You knew he’d find out about it since he was close to both Hana and Taehyung, but you really didn’t expect him to ask you about it so openly.
“W-why do you think that?” You tried to seem confused, hoping he wouldn’t take it there.
“He told me he couldn’t make you come,” Jungkook went there with a smirk, shamelessly, like you two were life-long friends. “So the first thing that came to mind was that you’re just not that into him.”
“No!” You quickly said and the tone of your voice made Jungkook flinch. “I mean, he’s a great guy, really. There’s nothing wrong with him. He’s probably the most handsome guy I’ve ever been with, if I’m honest.”
“Okay, so you two aren’t compatible then…” Jungkook cocked his head to the side and seemed lost in thought for a second or two. “Who’s the most compatible dude you’ve been with?”
“Uhm,” you gulped, afraid of telling Jungkook that nobody has made you come other than yourself and the vibrator his girlfriend got you for your birthday many years ago. “There weren’t th-that many.”
By this point, you’d gotten close to Jungkook, mostly because Hana kept teasing you about private stuff in front of him. You couldn’t blame her—that’s just how she functioned. She’d talk about very private stuff in front of the two of you, and it felt like that connected your little friend group. So, Jungkook already knew your sex life wasn’t that great and that you weren’t into one-night stands. Of course, then you slept with his friend to try to forget him, which didn’t really work the way you planned.
The only problem was, you were so fucking into Jungkook that you got yourself off on thinking about him, especially after you danced with him that one night and he hugged you from behind, letting you feel his boner pressing against your back. You didn’t think it was because of you, of course. Hana was right there with you, wearing a dress that showed a lot more than it covered, and you were sure Jungkook’s massive dick was just reacting to that. You just happened to be in its way, that was all.
“Okay, so none,” Jungkook chuckled, catching you in your lie, which made you look away quickly. “Well, too bad. Taehyung’s the second-best guy I know at pleasuring women. I’ve always heard solely rave reviews from girls who wanted more of him.”
“Who’s the first?” You couldn’t help but ask. What if this friend was someone you found even more attractive than Jungkook? Maybe that was the answer.
“Me,” Jungkook looked you straight in the eyes, this time without the chuckling, which made you think he was serious. You could only wish.
“Too bad,” you responded, unsure of what came over you.
Jungkook smirked and downed the rest of his drink before clearing his throat. “We’ll think of something.”
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And think of something he did, even if it happened months later. Hana’s proposition was replaying in your head as you walked home from work, unable to calm yourself down, unsure of what you wanted to do about it.
She’d dropped by the cafe where you worked on her way to pick up Jungkook’s birthday present, some expensive watch you were sure he wouldn’t even wear. He wasn’t a watch guy, but Hana missed that somehow. Well, you’d probably miss everything about him if you could get his dick whenever you wanted, so you couldn’t blame her for being unable to focus.
The thing was, Hana’s present included something else—you.
“M-me?” You stuttered and sat down across from her, lowering your voice to make sure no one in the cafe could hear you. It was that, and you felt weak in the knees at the very thought of being fucked by Jungkook. “Are you out of your mind?”
“What?” She frowned at you and then waved her hand. “Listen, we talked about having a threesome with a girl. I don’t want some random stranger with us, and neither does Jungkook. I asked him about it and he chose you.”
“I, I can’t do that,” you sighed loudly, feeling like your mind would explode. Here it was, the perfect chance to have your cake and eat it too. You’d get to fuck Jungkook, and it wouldn’t be cheating, you wouldn’t hurt your friend, and you wouldn’t feel bad afterward. But, it was Hana and it was Jungkook and it was you. “We’re all friends.”
“So?” She didn’t get your point, as per usual. Hana was one of those people who took sex as an essential, mundane part of life. She could have sex with someone and then treat them like a friend and introduce them to new potential partners and be totally fine with it, which wasn’t how you functioned. “It’s not like we haven’t done that before.”
“You said you wouldn’t mention that, especially not in public,” you hissed at her, remembering the night she was talking about. It was a long time ago, but you still remembered it clearly.
“Relax, you’ve already run all the customers off with that fake smile you put on,” Hana chuckled, knowing she was right. “No one can hear me, dude. So?”
What she was talking about happened a while back, when you were both single. You went out, got drunk, and started talking to a group of friends but you both had your eye on the same guy. While you were in the bathroom, Hana suggested that you two just fucked him instead of trying to figure out who’d get to date him or anything like that.
You, being the moral paragon that held your friendship in place, opposed the idea but she talked you into it. You weren’t sure what made you change your mind—the alcohol, the fact that the guy was really that good-looking, or pure curiosity stemming from years of wondering how Hana gets so many guys wrapped around your fingers.
“What about Jeonghun?” You mentioned your boyfriend.
Well, not exactly a boyfriend.
He was more of a guy you slept with a month ago, once you realized that your insane crush on Jungkook was pointless and that it was ruining your social life. You tried it with Taehyung a couple of months earlier but it didn’t work. Then, you decided to stay single, but hanging around Jungkook was driving you wild, so you thought it was time to put yourself out there and meet someone.
After sleeping with Jeonghun, you couldn’t accept that it was a one-night stand, so you kept dating him, even though the sex wasn’t that great and, as Jungkook liked to say, you just weren’t that compatible.
“Well, considering he wasn’t even the first obstacle that came to your mind, I’d say your thing isn’t exactly it,” Hana shrugged, knowing she was making a good point. You had no real obligation towards the dude and were, in fact, just dragging it out so you would feel better about sleeping with him so early on. It was a move of a desperate, horny woman who couldn’t get what she wanted… until Hana’s offer, that is. “Besides, I know you’re into Jungkook. You told me you think he’s hot, smart, attractive, and funny, and that’s more than you’ve said about any other guy you know. They’re always missing something and Jungkook has it all. So, why not do it?”
“I don’t want shit to go wrong,” you admitted what you were really feeling, as you knew your friend wouldn’t hold it against you. “I love you so much, you’re my favorite person in the world, and if this would jeopardize our friendship in any way, it’s not a good idea.”
“Babe, I love you too,” Hana reached out and grabbed your hand, gently squeezing it. “That’s exactly why I want this to be you and not some random girl we don’t know. Besides, it’s what Jungkook wants. Who am I to stand in his way?”
“How are you okay with a threesome being Jungkook’s present?” You asked, feeling curious about it.
Was Jungkook the type of guy who didn’t do monogamy? Judging by his birthday request, it seemed so, which suited you as it made him less appealing in your eyes. You couldn’t imagine being in a relationship with a guy who asked you to have a threesome with your friends.
“Well, he got me the same thing,” Hana grinned as if she didn’t just give you the shock of your life.
“He what?” Your mouth dropped open in surprise as this was something you were not in on. “What? This happened a month ago and you didn’t tell me?”
“No, no,” she shook her head at you and laughed. “We talked about it on my birthday. I told him I really dig Jimin. The way he moves… You know. And Jungkook said he could talk to him if that’s what I really wanted. So it happened last week. Now I’m getting the feeling that Jungkook only said yes to that so he could have this. But why not? We’re only young once, we’re all friends, and trust me, if you need good sex, Jungkook is it. So, Saturday?”
You’d told her you’d think about it because Hana wasn’t leaving until she got an answer from you. After all, if you said no, her plan for his birthday present would fall through and she had to think of something else. You understood her position, but you also worried about it greatly.
The cons of this were endless: your friendship with her could suffer, your friendship with Jungkook could suffer, you could fall for Jungkook even more and become desperate, their relationship could break up because of something like this, one or more of you could end up regretting it.
The only pro of the whole thing was that you’d get to sleep with Jungkook, and that was something you really wanted ever since you first saw him. It was immoral, wrong, and it made you hate yourself whenever you thought of him that way, which is why this opportunity seemed a lot more appealing than it should have.
And then, Jungkook texted you, making your decision even harder.
Jungkook: it’s not exactly a surprise if i know about it, but i’ve heard you aren’t that into the idea
Jungkook: there’s no pressure, for real, don’t worry about it if you’re not interested!!
Jungkook: BUT
Jungkook: if you’re just worried about it going wrong or about something getting fucked up in the process, just relax
Jungkook: i’d really like to get this present :)
Jungkook: and you have to try the number one guy who can make you come, just saying
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The party was great, yeah, but there was no way you could focus on anything other than your plans with your favorite couple. You drank enough to feel tipsy but not too much to not know what you were doing, but it still didn’t help—all you could think about was that you were going to fuck Jungkook right in front of your friend.
It didn’t help that Hana felt like dancing again—this time with Jimin, you couldn’t help but notice—so you and Jungkook spent most of the time by the table. Luckily, his friends were around too since it was his birthday, which meant you two weren’t alone. Your nerves were getting the better of you and you weren’t sure what you’d tell Jungkook if you were left alone.
But then, Jungkook asked you to dance in front of everyone, and even though you told him you weren’t feeling like dancing, he asked you to do him a favor for his birthday. You couldn’t say no to that, not in front of all his friends.
When you got on the dancefloor, Jungkook actually danced, as if nothing was going on, so you did the same, deciding not to be the first one to address this thing. You hadn’t responded to his texts.
Instead, you phoned Hana and discussed the whole thing with her before finally agreeing to it.
“You need to relax,” he leaned in to tell you. “Everyone can tell something’s up.”
“Nothing’s up,” you shook your head and faked a grin.
“You know you can always change your mind, right?” Jungkook wrapped his hands around your waist, which made your insides tingle. Why the fuck was he touching you like that? It didn’t help that you were wearing a crop top, which meant his hands were directly on your skin, allowing you to feel his warmth. “What are you so nervous about?”
“I don’t know,” you sighed and leaned in a bit so you could have a somewhat private conversation, even though you both had to raise your voices to be able to hear each other. “I’m not used to doing these things.”
“Being… promiscuous?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up and grinned. “I know, don’t worry. As long as you want it, it’s fine. If you don’t, it’s also fine. Just say what you want…”
“No, I….” You took a deep breath, realizing you’d have to say it. “I do want it.”
“Good,” Jungkook grinned. “I want it too. Don’t worry,” he reached in and moved a strand of hair behind your ear, his other hand still on your waist. “I’ll treat you nicely… You know you’re a special friend to me.”
“Do you, uh, treat all your friends this way?” You asked, not knowing what took over you. Who were you to ask him something like that? It wasn’t your place to even think about it, let alone say it. If Hana didn’t worry about this, why did you?
Jungkook seemed taken aback by the question, but he quickly recovered. “No, I don’t. But I don’t usually ask friends to stay on my first date either. And I don’t ask to fuck them. It’s just you.”
You nodded, unsure of how to respond to that. You weren’t going to start believing you were special to him in any way. The two of them clearly had an open relationship and were together solely because of the sex, and you just happened to be around when they were looking for someone to join, that was all.
“Anyway, this party’s cool and all but I can’t wait until we get home,” Jungkook looked straight into your eyes when he said that, and you couldn’t help but agree, despite all the anxiety you were feeling.
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So, when you found yourself in Jungkook’s apartment hours later, you felt like your heart was going to explode from all the worrying you’d done.
There was nothing to worry about. The two of them acted like this was a regular night and nothing special was going on. Jungkook went to take a shower and Hana and you had a drink while you waited, during which she poured you both drinks and tried to get you to relax and not worry about anything.
“Please, let me know if you want to back out,” she patted your thigh with a grin. “Like, it’s not a problem. Clearly, Jungkook wants this, but it’s only a good idea if you’re both into it, so don’t worry about disappointing him or me or anything like that. And don’t worry about anything else if you want this, really.”
“What about you?” You asked one last time, still feeling uneasy about sleeping with your best friend’s boyfriend, but she didn’t seem moved at all.
“I told you, I’m fine with it,” Hana chuckled. “Didn’t I suggest this? Jungkook would never ask you this himself, you know that, right? He has a lot of respect for you. I first had to convince him to let me ask you about it, and then I had to convince you to say yes, but I know you both want to fuck each other.”
“He does?” You asked, feeling a bit confused. Jungkook respected you? You thought you never even crossed his mind when you weren’t around.
“Jungkook safeguards you all the time,” she leaned in and cocked an eyebrow up. “If any of his friends say something about you, he’s always there to cut them short. Sometimes I feel like he protects your reputation more than he does mine,” this thought made her chuckle even more. “Not that I have a reputation to begin with.”
“Ah, stop saying that,” you shrugged it all off, even though it was hard to stop thinking about Jungkook standing up for you when you weren’t there.
Jungkook came back wrapped in a towel and suggested you go take a shower next, which you gladly accepted. There was no way you were getting it on right after dancing at the club. The shower helped you relax since you at least felt clean after it, even though your mind and heart were still racing.
You left the bathroom wrapped in a towel, unsure of what was expected of you. This schedule meant that you were alone with Jungkook when it was Hana’s turn, and you found it hard not to stare at him sitting there half-naked, only a towel separating you from his cock.
This was also the first time you got to see all his tattoos and his chiseled chest. God really had his favorites, that much was clear from one look at half-naked Jungkook.
Jungkook placed his hand on your thigh and squeezed it when he noticed you were getting lost in thought, and his touch made you shiver. You weren’t expecting him to be so straightforward right away. “Hey, you okay?”
You nodded right away before sighing because you knew it was pointless to try to lie to Jungkook who already knew you well. “Yeah, I’m just nervous… You know me.”
“I do,” he grinned, clearly not feeling the same way as you. You wished you could be the kind of person who doesn’t get nervous about fucking friends, but alas, there were things you couldn’t change. “If you change your mind, we can stop at any point. It’s supposed to be something fun, not something that worries you this much.”
You nodded again, completely understanding where he was coming from. Jungkook wasn’t going to go through with this thing if you looked so unenthusiastic about it. Threesomes were all about three people having fun and not two people loving it and one being an anxious horny idiot.
“I get that you like to be all moral and shit and that you feel bad because Hana and I are dating,” Jungkook said, which made you look at him again. He did? “But don’t feel that way. If you think seeing us fuck will hurt your friend, you don’t know her as well as you think you do. She won’t care. Besides, she wanted a go at my friend, so it’s fair game.”
You gulped loudly, understanding that you didn’t know as much about the two of them as you thought, after all. This thing of theirs clearly wasn’t as monogamous as you first thought. But, you were sure Jimin didn’t drool over Hana as much as you did over Jungkook. Luckily, neither one of them was aware of that pathetic fact.
“Okay. I just don’t want to fuck things up for anyone here, including me.”
“What’s there to fuck up?” Jungkook asked as he scooted over and wrapped his hand around your shoulders, pulling you in.
There he went again, acting like you two touched each other on a daily basis and like you were used to his touch when, in fact, your body was starting to burn up wherever he was that close to you. Jungkook didn’t stop there.
Instead, he reached in to lift your chin and get you to look straight into your eyes. “We’re friends, right?”
You nodded, finding it hard to look away from his eyes. He was finally so close to you, naked under that towel, and he wanted to fuck you. Out of everyone he could think of to join them, Jungkook thought of you. That meant something, right?
“Friends can fuck and stay friends,” Jungkook licked his lips. “Hana and I will be alright if that’s what you’re worried about. Clearly, neither one of us is looking at this as endgame, so we’re letting each other… enjoy. And Hana and you are a lot closer than anyone I know, so I’m sure nothing will happen between you two. You do know that we have discussed this in detail and we agreed to do it just because we know it won’t change our relationship with each other or you?”
“Yes,” you nodded, as Hana did explain that to you more than once. In fact, she mentioned it whenever you came up with a different scenario that somehow always ended in you two not talking. Your friend was completely convinced that you sleeping with her boyfriend wouldn’t change a thing about your or their relationship, just like her sleeping with Jimin didn’t affect their friendship and relationship. “It’s fine.”
“Okay,” Jungkook smiled, seemingly happy with your response. “Then why don’t you come sit on me? You’re all tense, and you should relax.”
“S-sit on you?” You asked, feeling dumb for stuttering but also unable to control your voice. You were naked under your towel, and so was he. “And Hana?”
“She said she’d take a bath while I got you to relax,” Jungkook explained with a grin. “She won’t mind. I think she’d be more bored if she had to sit here and watch us kiss before I eat you out.”
You pressed your thighs together when Jungkook said the words, mostly because you’d imagined him saying stuff like that for months now and he finally did, and it wasn’t a dream or a fantasy.
“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook asked, still grinning at you.
When you nodded, he leaned in and placed a soft peck on your lips. His lips felt warm and soft, and you wanted more, so you leaned in and Jungkook did the same, this time letting his tongue poke out and tease your lips, getting them to open before he shoved his tongue inside of your mouth and swirled it around. The feeling of having him in your mouth and breathing in his scent and his arm around your shoulder made a fire ignite in the pit of your stomach and you couldn’t believe this fucking guy could get you wet just by kissing you. Life really wasn’t fair.
You kissed him back, knowing you didn’t have much time before Hana got back, and feeling like you had a schedule to stick to. When she came back, you’d fuck, and you’d leave, letting the two of them spend the rest of the night together. So, there was no time to waste.
Still, it didn’t seem like Jungkook and you were on the same page. He was taking his time kissing you while his hand slowly grazed its way from your knee up to your thigh.
“So soft,” he mumbled into the kiss and it made you get goosebumps all over. You always wondered what his fingers would feel like on you, inside of you, and now you were finally so close to feeling it. “So fucking hot.”
When he said that, you had no choice but to moan into his mouth and reach out to grab his hair, which Jungkook seemed to enjoy, judging by the grunt that left his mouth. Slowly, he moved his hand to your inner thigh and then the other, all the while playing with your tongue, getting you to relax and melt into his touch. “May I?”
You knew what he was asking for you and simply nodded, letting Jungkook cup your naked crotch. The feeling of his hot hand against your crotch was enough to get you to groan and buck your hips into his hand, which made Jungkook smile into the kiss. “Mhm, warm… Soft… Just how I like it.”
Hearing those words made you want Jungkook even more—it felt as if he knew every single thing you liked to hear or feel and did it right then and there. He used two fingers to rub your entrance, and when he did, you could feel your juices sticking to his digits.
“Want me so bad already,” Jungkook mumbled into the kiss and then gently sunk his teeth into your bottom lip. “You’re making me hard.”
Now, that was enough for you to moan. You, of all people, were getting Jungkook hard. Jungkook, this chiseled, hot, attractive, tattooed guy who looked like sex on legs was kissing you and telling you his dick was reacting to you, and you could only sit there and let him do whatever he wanted to you.
“Fuck,” you grunted when you felt the two fingers at your entrance, getting ready to enter you.
“Can I do it my way?” Jungkook asked, pulling away to look at you.
What was his way? Hana went into detail about a lot of things, but you didn’t get to hear much about the things Jungkook did to her—only that he was fucking amazing.
Usually, the guys you slept with did everything slowly, probably because you looked like that type of girl, bland and boring. They’d use one finger, then slowly add the other, and then move them in and out until they felt you were wet enough because you surely weren’t coming from fingering. After a while, you’d just tell him to fuck you and that would be it. What would Jungkook do?
You nodded and spread your legs a bit, allowing him better access, and it made him smile and look down. Thankfully, the towel was still wrapped around your body, so you didn’t have to worry about how unattractive you looked when you were sitting down next to this god walking among mortals. Jungkook licked his lips, looked straight into your eyes, and eased both fingers into you.
The surprising part was that it didn’t hurt at all, you were already that ready for him. What surprised you even more was that he started to move his fingers in and out so fast that you had to grab onto his shoulders because your body started to move in the same rhythm.
What? You weren’t used to this type of woodpecker move and you weren’t sure you would enjoy it, but the harder Jungkook went, the more you felt like you had no control over your body. All you could do was moan—and loudly, at that—and hold onto him tight. You felt your muscles contract and your walls clench and relax, enjoying the fast movements of his hand and the sounds it was making against your skin.
The warmth that was building up in the pit of your stomach got even warmer and you suddenly felt like you needed to pee right away, but you knew the feeling, so you clenched hard and tried to get over it—and bliss followed. You screamed Jungkook’s name, digging your fingers into his broad shoulders while your juices coated his two fingers, which were still moving in and out of you quickly, even though you were so clearly coming all over them.
“Ah yeah, that’s the spot,” Jungkook mumbled and leaned in to kiss you, sounding very happy with himself. “I knew I’d get you to come.”
You took a deep breath and brought your legs closer together, which made Jungkook ease his fingers gently and give you a smirk. “Feeling good?”
“I, I, I’m speechless,” you said, chuckling. “What the fuck was that?”
“A much-needed shock for your pussy,” Jungkook shrugged. “Was it good?”
You scoffed. “Good? Amazing.”
“Want more?” Jungkook grinned and reached down for your crotch, but you stopped him in time.
“No, no, it’s fine,” you told him. “Should we, uh, wait for Hana?”
“She told us to start without her,” Jungkook said before getting up and offering you a hand to do the same, so you did.
He took you to his bedroom and instructed you to lie on the bed. Before Jungkook joined you, he threw the towel on the floor, leaving you to stare at his dick. It really was big, Hana wasn’t exaggerating. And it looked really smooth but hard at the same time.
“Like what you see?” Jungkook asked, stirring you from your thoughts.
“Uh… Yeah?” You looked at him like he was asking a stupid question, mostly because he was. Who wouldn’t like seeing him naked?
You weren’t expecting Jungkook to climb on the bed and kneel between your legs before leaning in to kiss you again. “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”
“Y-yes,” your voice faltered, so you cleared your throat. “I am. Just a bit nervous.”
“About getting naked?” He asked, glancing at the towel which was still wrapped around you, to which you simply nodded. “Can I do it?”
You nodded again, deciding to just go with the flow. The man could get you to come, it was only fair if you let him guide you through this as well.
Jungkook pulled one side of the towel to the side and then did the same with the other, leaving you completely naked in front of him. His reaction took you aback because you were certain he’d seen hundreds of women naked by that point, yet he took his time to take all of you in and he watched you with genuine interest and enjoyment.
His eyes didn’t fly all over your body like you expected them to. Instead, Jungkook first looked into your eyes and smiled at you reassuringly. Then, he started to shift his gaze from your face to your chest, where it lingered for a long while until he took all of it in. Then, he moved down to your crotch and hissed.
“Really fucking pretty,” he said with a smile, and for some stupid reason, you thought Jungkook actually meant it. It was stupid, of course he was going to say anything to get you to relax. “Can I touch you now?”
“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, feeling so naked and revealed in front of him, so much so that you could hear your heart beating.
Jungkook placed one hand on your chest, between your breasts, and then looked up at you. “Relax… You should enjoy this, not worry so much. You sure this is fine?”
“Yes,” you nodded. “Sorry, it’s just me.”
“You don’t like when men stare at you when you’re naked?”
“I don’t like it when men stare at me, period,” you said, making you both chuckle, which eased the tension, at least for you.
Jungkook then shook his head at you. “I can’t see why, but I know you’re like that… But there’s a charm to it,” he said, slowly moving his hand to cup one of your breasts, his thumb rolling across the nipple, getting it to harden instantly. “Seeing such a pretty face, shy girl… And then this fucking body and such a tight, warm pussy,” he grunted now, squeezing your breast in his palm, but doing it gently, so gently you actually wanted him to go harder on you. “If I were you, I’d be naked all the time.”
You scoffed at the thought because no, he fucking wouldn’t. If he were you, he’d be crippled with anxiety, and being naked would be the last thing on his mind, but that wasn’t the time nor the place for that conversation. “I’d do the same if I were you,” you opted for a compliment instead.
“I practically am naked most of the time anyway,” Jungkook looked up at you and shrugged as if what he was saying wasn’t fueling your imagination even more. “But I’m shameless.”
You nodded in agreement but decided not to comment on it, mostly because Jungkook leaned in and placed a soft, wet kiss on your stomach, which made you clench your abdominal muscles and press your thighs closer together, yet again.
“Sometimes, uh, being shameless is, is good,” you got the sentence out somehow, despite being completely entranced by the soft pecks Jungkook was leaving all over your stomach before moving up towards your breasts.
“Right?” He paused to look up and smirk at you. “Being shameless got us this, and we’re just getting started. I’m already having so much fun.”
With that, Jungkook swirled his tongue around your nipple gently, making you hiss. Just watching him stare right at you while his tongue was on your body was enough to make your head spin. “Fuck.”
“Can I tell you something?” Jungkook asked, letting go of your nipple to slowly kiss his way to the other breast, leaving a wet trail behind.
You gulped, watching his eyes intently. What was he going to say? Did he always talk this much during sex? It was definitely a first for you. “Yes.”
“I was really mad when Taehyung got to sleep with you,” he looked away for a second, which wasn’t like Jungkook, but then he quickly gave you a smirk and sucked your other nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.
“W-why?” You asked, wanting to hear more about it yet fearing it at the same time.
You didn’t want to hear so many compliments from him. You knew that it would be hard to get over him after this anyway, let alone if he told you so many nice things and made you feel special.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up. “You’re just my type.”
“Fuck, Jungkook, don’t say things like that,” you warned him, trying to keep a straight face while he gently sunk his teeth into your breast. Yes, he was making you feel amazing with his mouth and all the compliments were definitely doing wonders for your ego, but they felt wrong.
“Why?” He stopped playing with your breast and looked up at you. “Because you like hearing it?”
What were you supposed to say to that? There was a thin line between having sex with friends and having sex with a guy you were totally into, and you were crossing it. Yeah, Hana knew you were into Jungkook, but probably not just how much.
“Huh?” Jungkook asked, clearly wanting you to say something.
“Hana is my friend,” you simply stated, thinking it was enough. You made a statement when you said that, and you hoped he understood. No matter how attracted you were to each other, nothing could come out of it, even though you were about to sleep with each other.
“Hana knows this,” Jungkook grinned at you. “I have a soft spot for you, just like she does for Jimin.”
Did they really discuss this? You couldn’t imagine lying in bed after having sex with your boyfriend Jungkook and listening to him explaining how he had a soft spot for your friend and wanted to fuck her. You’d never allow that to happen, you wouldn’t be able to deal with it, and you’d never in a million years tell Jungkook you wanted to fuck someone else when you could do it with him.
But, you weren’t Hana, and he wasn’t dating you.
“You seem surprised,” Jungkook chuckled, going back to kissing your stomach. “Don’t be… Hana and I are just very open with each other. We’re not that similar in most aspects like you know, but when it comes to sex, we both like to experiment and we don’t want to restrict the other person.”
That sounded a lot like Hana, but not like Jungkook, at least not the guy he told you he was. “And you?”
“What about me?”
“Do you usually experiment like this with your girlfriend’s friends and let your girlfriend fuck your friends?”
“No,” Jungkook said, surprising you both. “I just really wanted to fuck you.”
You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his head up so he would face you instead of licking strips along your stomach and getting you even wetter. His mouth was making it really hard for your to concentrate on the conversation, and you had to focus on it if you didn’t want to fuck your friendship up. “Is this a thing between three friends?”
You had to ask that question because you couldn’t go forward with this if it meant screwing your friend over in some way.
“It is,” Jungkook nodded. “I’m just telling you that I think you’re extremely attractive and not just physically and that I was jealous my friend got to sleep with you.”
“Okay,” you said, even though it didn’t sound like the most normal thing out there. “I don’t get the jealousy.”
“I knew you wouldn’t,” Jungkook chuckled, getting dangerously close to your lower belly. “Let’s just say, I really didn’t want to hear Taehyung tell me how great of a body you had or how amazing you tasted or how much he enjoyed hearing you moan… I think you’re too good of a girl for that.”
Taehyung told his friends about all of that? And Jungkook listened? And thought about it?
“Good girls have sex too,” you pointed out, suddenly feeling the urge to shove his head between your thighs, but you didn’t, like a real good girl.
“Yeah, but they have sex like this,” Jungkook said, slowly kissing his way down your pubic area, which made you roll your hips. You couldn’t control it, not when he was so close to your pussy and when his kisses felt so warm.
“With two of their friends who are in a relationship?” You asked before chuckling as the idea was insane to you. It definitely wasn’t something you usually did, but your attraction to Jungkook was stronger than your sense of decency and self-respect, clearly.
“No, I don’t mean that,” Jungkook looked up. “I mean with someone who appreciates you… Takes their time with you… Gets you to come… Wants you to feel good about yourself… Wants you to enjoy… That sort of stuff.”
You nodded, unsure if Jungkook meant he was the type of guy who could give that to you while you did this. Then, his tongue swirled around your clit and it all became a blur.
“Fuck,” Jungkook mumbled and started playing with your clit, his tongue gently prodding at it while he looked straight into your eyes.
When he heard you moan and saw you bite into your lower lip, Jungkook smiled but didn’t move away from your clit. “Fuck,” you grunted at him, unable to comprehend how someone could make you feel that good with just the tip of his tongue. But it was Jungkook and you should have known what to expect.
You thought he would just tongue your clit for a while, but he took his time with this as well, playing with it for a couple of minutes and then slowly dragging his tongue down your slit to your entrance, which was soaking wet by this point. The feeling of his warm tongue down there made you grunt his name and pull on his hair, which he seemed to enjoy, judging by the chuckle that left his mouth.
“You want me there?” He asked in a low tone of voice and wrapped his lips around your clit again, this time sucking it in.
“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, unable to even pretend you didn’t want Jungkook to fuck you.
“I can tell,” Jungkook seemed full of himself when he moved away from your clit just to smirk at you. “See how much I want you?”
He lifted his upper body a bit so you could get a good look of his erect cock and the sight made your mouth water. Not only did Jungkook look perfect when he was naked but he also had the best dick you’ve ever seen, even though you weren’t that into dicks anyway. They weren’t exactly the most pleasing thing out there, but Jungkook’s…. It was on a whole different level, and the smug bastard knew it.
“Put it in,” the words left your mouth, revealing just how desperate you already were and Jungkook chuckled, reaching down to give his cock a couple of long, slow strokes.
“Right away?” He moved in, dick in hand, and directed it towards your crotch. Like a real horny slut, you spread your legs wider, giving him as much access as he needed, which made him grin. “Oh, you really want me to fuck you.”
With that, Jungkook grabbed the base of his dick and then slammed his tip against your clit, which made you grunt. It felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough, it was too short to count, and he knew it. He did it again, and then gently moved his tip down your slit, getting it wet. You could see your juices glistening on the top of his dick when he moved it away.
“Later, huh?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up. “I’d really like to eat you out first… Get you to come for me again.”
“Why?” You grunted in response, feeling agitated because he’s gotten you so aroused that you really wanted to feel him inside of you and it seemed like Jungkook was dragging it out.
Suddenly, Jungkook got down on his elbows, towering over you, his mouth an inch away from yours. “If I put it in, I’ll come right away,” he said and then scoffed. “You really turn me on. So, let me eat you out first so I don’t embarrass myself.”
Embarrass himself? You’d probably go wild if he came right after putting his dick inside of you, but there was no way in hell you’d admit that to anyone, let alone Jungkook.
“Okay,” you muttered instead, and a second later, Jungkook made you understand why you didn’t make a mistake when you agreed.
His tongue was prodding your entrance and before you knew it, he was pushing its tip inside of you quickly, getting you to buck your hips into his face. Fuck, he was good at it.
Jungkook’s hands found their way to your thighs and he dug his fingers into the soft flesh, pushing your thighs to the side, allowing him to dig in deeper with his tongue until he got you to moan his name. When he heard that, Jungkook smirked at you and moved up to your clit while one of his hands made its way to your hole.
“So fucking needy already,” he chuckled and shoved two of his fingers inside of you while looking straight into your eyes, his mouth an inch away from your swollen, throbbing clit.
You moaned and squirmed under his touch, but his other hand held your thigh in place, stopping you from bucking your hips into him too hard. Jungkook hissed when he pulled his fingers out and then eased them again. “Your pussy is so hungry for me… Swallowing my fingers right away,” he looked up and grinned before sticking his tongue out to take a long, slow lick at your clit. “Want my cock so bad.”
“Mhm,” you hummed and nodded at the same time, totally lost in the moment.
You couldn’t believe that you were actually experiencing all of this: you on your back, legs completely spread with Jungkook’s head between it, two of his fingers entering you while he smirked at you and looked at you like he couldn’t wait to fuck you too. It seemed too good to be true.
“Let’s get you to come, huh?” He said, mostly to himself, and then he dug in.
You’d never, ever experienced someone doing to your clit what Jungkook did then, and you weren’t even sure how to explain it. The most amazing thing was that he managed to keep up the pace and never stopped moving his fingers in and out gently at this point, while his mouth and tongue teased your clit so hard you had no choice but to grab the sheets and moan his name, your entire body squirming.
It felt like he was making out with your pussy, there was no other way to put it—you felt Jungkook’s nimble tongue all over, his saliva mixed with your juices all over you, dripping wet, your arousal covering his fingers and dripping down the insides of your thighs, Jungkook’s mouth sucking your clit in, his tongue teasing it, and then moving down your slit and sucking everything into his mouth in the process.
You couldn’t believe that someone knew your body that well and knew exactly what you liked, but you had to remind yourself that Jungkook had tons of experience and practice. Still, it didn’t change how you felt—mindblown.
Jungkook’s mouth on your pussy felt fucking amazing, mostly because it was slowly but surely getting you to orgasm. Usually, guys you slept with would use fingers as well, but that never worked for you—it was hard to focus on those two things at once which made your orgasm impossible. You’d start to overthink it and focus on the tongue and then on the fingers and you’d lose the moment.
With Jungkook, though, the whole thing was out of the question. His fingers moved the same way they did when he first shoved them inside of you and you got used to his rhythm, which helped you focus solely on his mouth, which was pleasuring more than you thought was possible.
Right then, Hana appeared next to the bed, practically out of nowhere, and sat down next to Jungkook, smacking his ass. It startled you to see her there, mostly because you were so fucking focused on what her boyfriend was doing to you that you forgot she existed. It wasn’t anything personal—you forgot that anyone other than Jungkook and you existed right then, mostly because his face was shoved between your thighs and you were making a mess out of his sheets and falling apart under his touch, and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.
“Do you guys need more time?” She grinned, looking at you. “I told you he was great with his mouth.”
You chuckled, but the sound died down in your throat when Jungkook sucked on your clit hard, making you moan. “Fuck…”
“What a fucking birthday,” Jungkook moved away from your pussy to look at her with a grin and you felt mortified to see that his entire chin and mouth were covered with slick, glistening under the light of his nightlamp.
Hana chuckled and patted his cheek. “You look like you’re having fun too.”
“I’m so fucking hard,” Jungkook said, tugging on his rock-hard dick. “Let’s switch.”
With that, Jungkook lay down next to you and turned to face you. “Come,” he motioned for you to get up and patted your thigh, pulling you over until you were straddling his shoulders.
You turned around to see what Hana was doing and found that she was about to straddle him, and you couldn’t look away. She adjusted Jungkook’s cock so she could sit right down on it, which she did a couple of seconds later, earning a moan from Jungkook. That made you face him, which was a bit hard considering you were right above his face.
“Come here,” he grunted now, grabbing your ass and pulling you down so he could latch his mouth onto your pussy again.
The scene reminded you so much of the one you’d experienced with Hana before, where she rode the guy and you rode his face, except Jungkook was a lot more attractive than the guy in your book, probably because he had an amazing personality on top of extraordinary looks. Still, the sounds of her skin hitting his as she jumped on his cock and tried to get herself to come reminded you of the night, and so did your moans.
You couldn’t help it, not when Jungkook wasn’t pulling away from your pussy not even for a second and you weren’t even sure how he managed to breathe when he was that glued to you.
Hana was familiar with Jungkook’s cock, which wasn’t surprising, and you could tell she knew just how to ride him to get herself off while getting him turned on. The more she moaned and the harder she rode him, the more vigorously he sucked and licked your pussy. All you could do was grab Jungkook’s hair and tug at it, enjoying at least some type of contact with him.
The truth was, you wanted to suck him off and return the favor, you wanted to kiss him, to touch him everywhere, but you knew that would be out of line, so you let him play with your pussy while Hana rode him.
A couple of minutes in, her breathing got heavier and the sounds of skin hitting skin became louder and more frequent, and not a minute later, she was moaning his name and coming, still riding him. Jungkook pulled away from your crotch for a second, his hands still on your ass, and groaned. “Ah, fuck, baby,” he moaned but kept his eyes glued to you. “Feel so tight.”
“Fuck, fuck,” Hana moaned and leaned in to rest her forehead against your back, wrapping her hands around you from behind. You could feel how sweaty and warm she felt, clearly exhausted from jumping up and down and pleasuring herself using Jungkook’s cock.
“That’s one, one more to go,” Jungkook grinned at you and then started to suck on your clit while looking straight into your eyes, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. All the swirls and rubs of his tongue were starting to get to you, even more so now that Jungkook was focused solely on you and not the beautiful girl riding his dick.
“You’re so fucking hard,” Hana mumbled, and you turned your head to the side to see what she was doing. Surprisingly, she still had Jungkook’s dick inside of her but was resting and trying to catch her breath. “He really loves eating you out.”
“He’s so good at it,” you told your friend, hoping that wouldn’t sound inappropriate.
“Mhm,” she hummed in agreement. “Relax,” she told you, pulling you in closer from behind and resting her chin on your shoulder so she had a good look at Jungkook between your legs. “Just focus on his tongue.”
You closed your eyes and did what your friend suggested you do, and it felt even more amazing now that you felt her body pressed against yours while Jungkook’s tongue did its magic on you. It didn’t take you long to come and you loved the fact that Jungkook inserted his fingers inside of you when he felt you buck your hips into his face as they helped you prolong your orgasm and ride it out slowly while his tongue stayed glued to your clit.
“Oh my God,” you hissed, kicking your head back and resting it on Hana’s shoulder. “What the actual fuck?”
“That good, huh?” Hana asked, making Jungkook chuckle between your thighs.
“Want more?” Jungkook sounded enthusiastic, but you shook your head at him immediately.
“No, I can’t,” you said, opening your eyes. “Return the favor?” You asked, turning to face Hana, who nodded and moved the side so you could do the same on the other one.
If someone had told you you’d each be lying on Jungkook’s side ogling his dick, you’d tell them they were crazy, but there you were, about to give him a blowjob he wouldn’t forget.
Hana grabbed the base of Jungkook’s cock and grinned at you, motioning for you to come in closer. She then stuck her tongue out and licked a strip from the base up to the tip, and you did the same from the other side. At first, you weren't in sync, but Jungkook didn’t mind—the grunts that were leaving his mouth were more than enough of a sign that he loved seeing the two of you lick him, and he enjoyed feeling it even more.
Slowly, you two started to move at the same pace, so you took a long lick from his base to the tip, where your tongues touched. When that happened, Jungkook grunted and propped himself up on his elbows, clearly enjoying the view. “Oh my God, this is… Fuck!”
His comments made you both chuckle before you continued to lick him up and down, twirling your tongues around the tip of his cock at the same time, getting your tongues to touch just so Jungkook could see and enjoy that. Then, Hana wrapped her hand around his base and pointed the tip towards you, so you sucked it into your mouth. Hana leaned in and started to lick Jungkook’s balls, which made him kick his head back and grunt.
“Fuck, you two really want me to blow my load right away,” he said, chuckling. “You’ll kill me with those tongues…”
“Babe, shut up and enjoy,” Hana said, giggling. “Take it deeper, he loves that.”
Since you knew that comment was for you, you did what Hana suggested and moved your head down his cock until you reached the base, and got Jungkook to moan your name and grab you by your hair. “Do you want me to fill your throat right now?”
You looked at him from the side, his cock still lodged inside of your mouth, a smirk on his face. Then, you gently pulled back and let him fall out of your mouth with a loud pop. “It’s your birthday, so whatever you want…”
“You should not be saying that to me,” Jungkook gave you a meaningful look and since you couldn’t decipher what he meant, you went back to sucking his tip.
Then, Hana decided to join, so you two switched—she was now sucking Jungkook off while you sucked both of his balls into your mouth and ran your tongue all over them, getting him to start bucking his hips and grunting even more. There was something so hot about seeing Jungkook look so weak for a change and being a part of the reason for him getting to feel that way.
He enjoyed it so much that he stopped with the teasing and all the comments, and a couple of minutes in, it seemed like all he could do was grunt and moan and swear while trying so hard not to buck his hips too hard.
At one point, Hana gently grabbed your chin and lifted it up so you could face her. Jungkook’s cock fell out of her mouth. “Go play with his neck and kiss him… He loves that.”
It was his birthday and you really wanted to kiss Jungkook, so you did what Hana said, leaving her to suck his dick and play with his balls at the same time. Jungkook seemed really pleased to see you moving towards him on your knees, leaning in and shoving your tongue inside his mouth.
“Jesus, you’ll kill me,” Jungkook grunted into the kiss and plopped down on the bed, wrapping his arms around you to pull you in with him. “Kiss me.”
You really didn’t have to be told twice when it came to Jungkook, so you kissed him again and enjoyed the sounds of him moaning into the kiss while your friend sucked him off. The whole thing felt made up.
After all, it was what you’d wanted for such a long time and you just couldn’t believe that it was real. When you closed your eyes and kissed Jungkook, it felt surreal, the whole thing—his hands in your hair, then cupping your face, his tongue inside of your mouth, his lips pecking yours, low grunts and hisses leaving his mouth.
You could hear Hana gulping on his dick, taking as much of it in as possible, and you noticed Jungkook’s breathing getting heavier. Was he close? You started to kiss your way down to his neck and suck on it, which made him moan your name and tangle his fingers in your hair, tugging at it, his fingers massaging your scalp, pulling you in closer as if he wanted to feel more of your mouth.
“Ah, fuck,” Jungkook grunted, which made you open his eyes and find him looking right at you, eyes half-closed, almost lost in ecstasy. “Babe, I’m gonna come… Fuck, keep going.”
Hana giggled and you could hear her start to move faster. As Jungkook’s moaning got louder, she moved away and both you and Jungkook looked at her as his cum shot right out of his tip and ended up on her face and over his chest. She kept moving her hand over his cock, wanting to get every last drop out, and, honestly, you couldn’t stop staring at the scene of Jungkook coming all over her. You enjoyed his moans a bit too much, but you couldn’t feel bad about it, not when you’d just seen him shower Hana with cum, and when you were imagining he could do the same to you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mumbled and threw his head down on the pillow and sighed. “Fuck.”
“That was a lot,” Hana said with a chuckle.
“That was embarrassing,” Jungkook grunted, propping himself up on his elbows before pecking your lips again, which felt awkward. Why was he kissing you like that when the action stopped and when his girlfriend was right there? It felt strange, but neither one of them reacted to it or made you feel like it was weird. “I need to be up the whole night.”
“Oh, really?” Hana cocked both eyebrows up and gave you a smirk. “You’re in for a treat, clearly.”
What did she mean by that? You were both in for a treat, right? There were three of you there and you were just getting started.
“Now I have to make it up to you both,” Jungkook said, reaching out to grab Hana’s hand and pull her in closer. “Tongue, Hana?”
She thought about it and then shook her head which surprised you. Was she really turning down an offer of oral from Jungkook? She was really making his birthday all about him. “Maybe later.”
Jungkook nodded, and you felt like they were in on something you weren’t, but that was only normal. The two of them were a couple and you were the third wheel here, and you didn’t know the inner workings of their relationship. “This is such a nice birthday present for me… Thank you both.”
“I have to return the favor”, Hana grinned at Jungkook, sitting on the bed right next to him. You figured she meant she has to return the favor of getting to sleep as a friend, which was weird in your book. But then again, this was all weird as hell and you’d never even dreamed about doing something like this. “As long as we’re all having fun, right?” Then, she looked at you as if she wanted to check up on you. “Are you having fun?”
“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement, suddenly feeling really weird about interacting with your friend during sex.
Maybe you had that feeling because she was still covered in Jungkook’s cum. The first and only time you two interacted during sex, you were both wasted and the guy wasn’t her boyfriend, so there weren’t any real feelings involved. This was different.
“Can’t believe he got you to come so fast,” Hana noted with a grin—she knew how many issues you’ve had with orgasming with men in general because your mind was rarely in it and it felt like you were always turned on, but never enough. With Jungkook, neither of these things seemed to be the problem.
The first time he got you to come, he took you by surprise, so you could have even called it an accident. But, the second? There was nothing accidental about it. Jungkook knew exactly what he was doing.
“Twice,” Jungkook corrected her, shooting a glance your way, and you could swear he looked proud of himself. “Want to go for a third?”
Both of them turned to look at you, and you felt awkward sitting there on the bed, naked, with two people waiting for you to say something. “Uh, uhm, how?”
Jungkook cocked his head to the side and leaned in so close you thought he was going to kiss you again. “Let me fuck you,” he whispered, barely brushing his lips against yours, which was enough for your crotch to start reacting.
You nodded the second the words left his mouth, completely forgetting that his girlfriend was right there. It seemed like Jungkook forgot about her two because he got up faster than you could blink and was between your legs before you knew it, hands on your thighs.
Hana looked down at you and smiled warmly as if her boyfriend wasn’t just getting ready to fuck you again. However, you were wrong. Instead of going straight into that, Jungkook got down on his elbows and latched his mouth onto your clit, which made you gasp. “Fuck.”
“Sorry, I’ll go easier,” he mumbled and gently sucked it into his mouth again. You were still sensitive even though it felt like hours since he’d last touched you. “Have to get you ready.”
“True,” Hana agreed, moving in closer to you, propping herself up on her elbow to look down at you with a smile. “He’s definitely bigger than Jeonghun, so you won’t be able to take it so easily.”
You felt yourself blush at the mention of the guy you were seeing. Well, you weren’t exactly seeing him and things were complicated. Usually, you wouldn’t mind discussing your sex life with Hana, but hearing her mention Jeonghun and his dick while Jungkook was eating you out made you feel embarrassed all of a sudden.
“Don’t worry about that,” Jungkook said reassuringly and inserted a finger inside of you. “We’ll be fine.”
“I know,” Hana chuckled and leaned in, resting her head next to yours, as if she wanted to get closer to you. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” you nodded, lowering your voice. “You?”
“Would feel better without all this cum on me, but it is what it is,” she said, making you both chuckle, but your laughter quickly died out as Jungkook started to move the tip of his tongue up and down your clit while inserting another finger, moving them in scissoring motion to stretch you out a bit. “Just relax, and enjoy yourself.”
“Shouldn’t this all be about Jungkook?” You asked Hana with a cocked eyebrow, remembering what you were there for. Until then, it seemed like you were getting all the pleasure, and Jungkook was doing everything he could to please you, which wasn’t the goal.
“It is,” she giggled sweetly and reached in to cup your face. “You’re sweet for worrying about him like he isn’t having the time of his life.”
The time of his life? It sounded strange when she, as his girlfriend, said that while Junkook was going down on you and moaning into your pussy, his fingers stretching your hole just right. Was this really such a great gift for Jungkook?
“Mhm,” Jungkook hummed in agreement and looked up into your eyes and then he glanced at Hana before wiggling his eyebrows at her. “Damn right.”
“We could do something for him, though,” Hana said, turning to face you with a smirk.
“What?” You had to know. After all, she knew Jungkook a lot better than you ever would and you really wanted to make him feel as good as he was making you feel if that was even possible.
“Kiss,” she grinned and shot a glance at Jungkook, who was looking up at your face again, clearly amused by the interaction. “I bet that would really get you going, huh?”
Jungkook smiled, his tongue still latched onto your clit, so you leaned in and kissed Hana, who readily kissed you back.
This was nothing new, you two had kissed before. Neither one of you was interested in women, which is why you two didn't interact with each other sexually during the night—you didn’t want Hana to do anything sexual to you and you were sure she felt the same way.
However, sharing a kiss wasn’t sexual in your book, not when it came to her. Back in school, when you two felt curious, you kissed each other. Sometimes, when you were really drunk you’d kiss each other to give the other person advice on how to kiss even better. It was stupid and there were no feelings behind it, but when Hana kissed you, you could see Jungkook’s eyes widen in excitement and his fingers started to move in and out of you frantically fast as he clearly got even hornier watching you do it.
“You’re not a good girl at all,” Jungkook grunted and grinned at you through gritted teeth. “What a fucking birthday!”
Clearly, Hana knew Jungkook well because this was exactly what he seemingly needed to go hard on you, forgetting about his plan to be gentle and whatever else he was saying earlier. His mouth and tongue took turns licking and teasing your clit and labia while his fingers went in and out, every movement of his hands stretching your hole a bit more for him.
While Jungkook was doing this and making you embarrassingly wet, Hana and you kissed, softly, gently, giggling throughout, mostly at the sounds Jungkook kept making. You didn’t expect Hana to touch Jungkook, but she moved her hand down to his head and pushed him into your crotch even more, which made him grunt and start sucking on your labia. That in turn made you arch your back and moan his name, eyes closing, head moving down to the bed. Fuck, the guy was great with his tongue and fingers too. What wasn’t Jungkook good at?
Unexpectedly, Hana got up off the bed. “I have to take another shower. I feel all sticky. I think it will be a bath. You two have fun…” She said calmly as you watched her get up in confusion. Jungkook didn’t seem surprised by this at all—his mouth never left you. Then, Hana leaned to you and grabbed your shoulders. “Do whatever you want, okay? You have my blessing. He’ll be nice to you.”
Jungkook chuckled at that and shot a glance her way as Hana made her way to the bathroom. In less than a minute, she went from kissing you to disappearing from the room. You were alone with him again, and your heart started racing—the moment suddenly felt intimate.
“You heard her?” He finally moved away from your pussy just to smile at you, remnants of your excitement still visible on his lips and chin. He propped himself up on his palms. “Do whatever you want to me.”
“Oh,” you simply said, taken aback by the way Jungkook was suddenly looking at you like he was ready to devour you. Then, your eyes flew between his legs since you now finally got a good view of his body again and you couldn’t help but notice he was fully erect even though you hadn’t touched him in a while. “Put it in then.”
Your words made Jungkook happy, the low chuckle told you that, and so did the fact that he moved in closer until he was kneeling between your legs. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
The fact that he was stroking his cock while asking that made it hard for you to focus on anything else, let alone conversation. He was so fucking hot. How would you ever have sex with another man again? What would be the point? Jungkook was just kneeling there playing with his dick and you could feel yourself getting wetter.
“Yes,” you nodded with a smile, still not believing you’d get to feel Jungkook. His cock would be inside of you in a couple of seconds. “Just go slow.”
“Don’t worry,” Jungkook reached out to pat your thigh gently, letting his hand linger there for a while, making you shiver. “I’ll go nice and slow for you…”
Then, you felt the tip of his cock press against your entrance and run up to your clit. It quickly made its way between your folds down to your entrance and gently entered you, inch by inch. When the entire tip was in, Jungkook stopped and hissed before looking up at you.
“Good?” He asked and as soon as you nodded, gave you a bit more of his cock. “How are you this fucking tight?”
“I think you’re just big,” you told him, which made him grin. Clearly, Jungkook loved getting compliments about his size, and you were sure he got them often. A dick like that? There was no way women didn’t gush over it, especially since he was so good at everything.
When he eased another inch into you, you hissed and arched your back. His fingers did stretch you out, but this thing was huge. Sadly, even though you were extremely turned on, it still hurt to take it all in.
“Want me to stop?” Jungkook looked at you with eyebrows cocked up, clearly against the idea, but not wanting to go on and cause you pain. “Or to finger you a bit more? Eat you out?”
“Maybe, uh…” You took a deep breath before telling him something you thought about often. “I should ride you.”
“Ride me?” Jungkook seemed taken aback by the idea but then he chuckled and gently pulled out of you, making you wince at the loss even though it was painful before. Painful was better than empty, especially since you were so turned on. “I didn’t know you were into that.”
“You don’t know a lot of things,” you pretended to be a lot more mysterious than you actually were as Jungkook lay on the bed next to you. You weren’t the most adventurous person out there, but did Jungkook have to know that?
“Can’t wait to find out,” he said, crossing his hands behind his back and staring at you as you straddled him. “Need me to help?”
“No, I got this,” you said as you grabbed the base of his dick and positioned it at your entrance. Slowly, you let the tip enter you before you let go of his cock and placed both hands on your thighs for support. “Oh, fuck…”
You tried to go slow at first, but then you realized it would hurt either way and that you’d get used to it the sooner it entered you fully, so you sat all the way down until you were sitting on Jungkook’s thighs, his hard cock deep inside of you, a loud moan leaving his mouth as he closed his eyes. Jungkook’s hands flew to your waist instantly and he dug his fingers into your skin, pressing you even further into his own body, even though his cock couldn’t enter you even more if he tried.
“Christ, I’ll die,” Jungkook mumbled as he opened his eyes and then he smiled at you, cocking his head to the side. “Are you okay?”
Your eyes teared up a bit because of the stinging along his entire length, but you were slowly getting used to the feeling. It was strange to feel him inside of you, but it became a lot easier when you focused on how hot Jungkook looked lying under you, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of you on top of him. “Yeah, yeah… Just need to relax a bit…”
“Here, let me help,” he offered, sucking on his thumb and then moving it down to your clit so he could rub it, which did get your walls to start clenching and relaxing. “Just… Breathe…” Jungkook said gently, his thumb rubbing your clit while his other hand made its way from your waist up to your breast and gently squeezed it, grunting in the process. “I think you could make me come without even moving.”
The compliment made you chuckle, which in turn made your walls clench around his cock, and Jungkook reacted by grunting. “Are you trying to?”
“Not yet,” you shook your head and started to roll your hips in circles, letting his cock rub against your walls in hopes of them relaxing a bit. “Just want to… Feel you…”
“I feel you just fine,” Jungkook mumbled at you before biting down on his lower lip. “You’re so warm and wet for me… Can’t wait till you start jumping.”
You could hardly wait for that too—he felt so hard inside of you and you were sure he’d feel perfect once you got used to his size, so you started to move your hips front and back now, adjusting to the new feeling. Jungkook’s groaning and squeezing helped and the hand on your clit made you start going faster, and before you knew it, you were gently sliding up and down his cock, never going high enough for it to fall out, but always landing on his thighs with a loud smack, no matter how slowly you moved up.
Jungkook liked the tempo so much that he placed both hands on your waist and just let you do your thing. He couldn’t decide where to look—your crotch, your chest, your face—so his gaze flew all over, unable to stop at one place for longer than a couple of seconds at a time.
“It feels much better now,” you told him, and your words made him smile.
“I told you it would,” Jungkook smirked at you and somehow got you to melt all over again. What the fuck was up with him? You had him inside you, there was literally nothing more you could do to feel him, yet you wanted more and more. How he did it was beyond you, but you couldn’t waste time on questioning it. “Ride me faster.”
“Faster?” You cocked your head to the side and started to move the way he wanted you to, getting to feel every inch of him rub against your walls and touch every inch of your walls from the inside. You could feel your juices sliding down his cock, but you couldn’t get yourself to feel bad about it, not when you felt so fucking good because of him.
“Do you ride Jeonghun like this?” Jungkook asked after a series of hisses and moans, all of which were doing wonders for your ego. Never in your life did you think you’d see a man as attractive as Jungkook enjoy being inside of you this much.
“No,” you shook your head, not really in the mood to talk about your date. Sort of date. A guy you slept with a couple of times.
Whatever he was, you didn’t want to think about him when you were with Jungkook. This thing right here wasn’t going to happen again, and you wanted to make the most out of it.
Jungkook wanted to play dumb, so he frowned. “Why not?”
“He likes missionary,” you readily responded.
You weren’t sure how Jungkook always got you to be honest with him, but you figured the fact that he was inside of you had a lot to do with it. Your mind wasn’t working as well as your body—all you were focused on was his dick inside of you and how it felt whenever your hips smashed into his.
“He’s a nice guy, I’ll give him that, but he’s missing out on a lot,” Jungkook said while grabbing both of your breasts while you rode him, clearly deciding to make the most out of the situation, much like yourself.
The image of Jeonghun flashed before your eyes and it instantly made you feel guilty, even though you two weren’t exclusive. “Let’s not talk about him.”
“Why not?” The smirk didn’t seem to be leaving Jungkook’s face anytime soon. “You don’t like being dirty?”
“Nope,” you said while riding the dick of the guy who was dating your best friend like that wasn’t the dirtiest thing you could imagine. But, it was Jungkook, and it didn’t feel bad.
“I think you do,” Jungkook grunted, lowering his hands so he could grab your ass and help you jump on and down his cock. The more vocal he was, the faster and harder you were going. “I think you really fucking love fucking me behind your boyfriend’s back.”
“I don’t,” you disagreed because Jeonghun wasn’t your fucking boyfriend, but you didn’t want to explain these details while fucking Jungkook.
“Really? Is that why you’re riding me faster?” Jungkook chuckled, smacking your ass with open palms. “Is that why you’re dripping wet?”
“Fuck, Jungkook,” you couldn’t pretend that it wasn’t, not when all these words and actions were making you want to start jumping up and down, not caring if you were even going to land on his dick correctly. You kept wanting more and more, and you weren’t sure if more actually existed. “Fuck!”
“Oh, so it is…” Jungkook propped himself up on one elbow while using the other to pinch your nipple gently, making you arch your back. “What would Jeonghun say if he saw you now, riding my cock like this? I bet he thinks you’re such a good, sweet girl… That’s why he only does missionary… Doesn’t want to scare you away. What would he think if he saw you taking my cock like this?”
For some reason, the things Jungkook was saying were turning you on, and not because he was mentioning Jeonghun. It was because his words were making you feel dirty, and not in a bad way. It didn’t feel like Jungkook was judging you. Quite the opposite, it sounded like he fucking loved it. Why wouldn’t he? You were acting dirty for him.
So, you decided to play along. It was the dude’s birthday and you were so fucking into him that it hurt. Why not make the most out of this one and only chance you’d have with him? “He’d …. Be mad, I guess.”
“I’d be mad too,” Jungkook licked his lips and looked up at your face. “If I had a girl like you and someone else was making you feel better than I could? I’d be pissed.”
There he went again, mentioning these what-ifs and things that just couldn’t happen because he was dating your friend and you would never do that to her, no matter how much you enjoyed fucking Jungkook. “Stop saying that.”
“Why? It’s true… You come whenever I want you to. You told me he can’t make you come,” Jungkook shrugged, knowing he had a point, and you couldn’t help but notice he looked so smug lying down and letting you ride him with a smirk on his face. He knew you too well for this, you realized. “Such a shame... Wasting your time on a guy who can’t get you horny.”
“Jungkook,” you stopped moving and leaned in, opening your eyes completely to show him you were serious.
“Yeah?”
“Please, don’t say these things,” you lowered your voice, remembering that Hana was in the bathroom, taking a bath, but that he could probably hear everything you two were saying. “You’re Hana’s boyfriend.”
Jungkook seemed shocked for a second like he was surprised to hear you say that, but he quickly got it together and smirked. “Sorry… But, you’re still a little slut.”
“Fuck,” you sighed, kicking your head back and continuing to ride Jungkook, now dragging your fingernails across his chest and stomach down to his hips, where you let your palms rest.
“Oh, so that’s what you like. Less talk less about me, and more about how you’re being so bad right now,” Jungkook seemed pleased with himself for having found out your weak spot, the smug look on his face told you that. “Riding someone else’s cock while poor old Jeonghun is probably at home jerking off to you… I know I’d be.”
The words he was saying were making you get even more excited if that was even possible. The thought of Jungkook jerking off to you was driving you crazy. Did he really? Or was he just saying this in the heat of the moment, to turn you both on even more? Then, Jungkook started groping your breasts and you felt like you were about to explode.
“He’d be mad at me too if he saw this…” Jungkook continued, rubbing your hardened nipples with the tips of his fingers, getting you to arch your back and ride him even faster. As if he realized you were starting to lose it, Jungkook groped your breast, squeezing on them hard enough to get you going. “You got me hard two minutes after coming, and that rarely happens. Just shows how much I like you, and he’d hate it. Jeonghun would be so upset seeing his nice girlfriend jump on another man’s cock like this…”
That’s true, you had to admit. Of course he’d be upset, who wouldn’t? “He would be,” you moaned, deciding to continue playing Jungkook’s game. “But he won’t know.”
“If he does, he’ll try to fight me, I can already tell,” Jungkook snickered, spreading his thighs wider to give you more room when you moved your hips back and seeing him relax and let you do whatever you want with him lit a new sort of fire inside you.”Can’t blame him. No, fuck that, I can. He can try a little harder to get you to come. It’s not that hard. You just need to be turned on and relaxed…”
“Mhmmm,” you hummed in agreement without even thinking about it.
Did you really feel that way about Jeonghun? To be honest, you didn’t really think about him that much, except when you were about to go out with him, which definitely wouldn’t be happening again. But, Jungkook was right—Jeonghun could have tried harder to get you to come.
“And Jeonghun can’t get you to feel that way, right?” Jungkook asked, clearly teasing you, wanting to get compliments out of you, now moving his hands down and planting them around your waist.
“No,” you admitted right away, holding onto his shoulders so you could lift your hips and smack them against his harshly before quickly moving them back up again. “He can’t.”
“But I can,” Jungkook said confidently.
“Yes,” you couldn’t do anything but agree because it was painfully obvious by the way you were practically dripping onto his balls and thighs, covering him with your juices.
Anytime you went up and down his cock, you could hear how wet you were and feel how hard Jungkook still was, even after what seemed like hours of you riding him. Realistically, it had only been minutes, ten at most, but it was the best ten minutes of sex you’d ever had.
“Mhm, just as I thought…” Jungkook said, now moving one of his hands up to your face to cup it, getting you to practically purr at him. “You like me a lot, don’t you?”
You felt a lump form in your throat as soon as the words left his mouth. Jungkook knew you liked him and you knew you liked him—it was painfully obvious and you weren’t sure how you’d ever get over it after getting a taste of him. But, it was wrong. “Jungkook, don’t.”
“You can say it… Hana knows it,” Jungkook said, as if he was reading your mind.
He wasn’t, which meant he discussed this with Hana, which came as a shock to you. Why would they talk about something like that? She’s never mentioned talking to Jungkook about your crush on him. “What are you on about?” you asked, slowing down.
“I told her I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you,” Jungkook flashed you his teeth as he grinned, seemingly happy to be confessing this feeling to you, even though it was so wrong. “You’re just my type. Shy, hot in bed... Hana? Not shy. I like that too, but this is my favorite.”
“You told her that?” You stopped moving to give him a glare, still not believing the words coming out of his mouth. If he were your boyfriend and told you he was more into Hana than you, you’d cry and break up with him. What the hell was going on between these two? You clearly didn’t know them that well. “That’s mean.”
“Hey,” Jungkook said, patting your waist gently. “She told me she wanted to fuck Jimin before I even mentioned that. He was the one who introduced us, remember? So now we both got what we wanted… No, all three of us got what we want, because I know you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” he paused to lick his lip and check you out from head to the point where your body met his, which happened to be your crotch. “You love fucking me.”
“Jungkook, please,” you hissed when he gently ran his hands up and cupped your breasts, flicking your nipples with his thumbs while still holding onto your flesh. Jungkook was touching you like he knew every inch of your body and exactly what you liked, and like he knew you’d let him do just about anything to you.
“Please what?”
“Don’t say these things,” you said with a slight shake of your head, feeling like your voice was faltering too. You were into him and you did love fucking him, but it was a one-time thing and he shouldn’t have been making such a big deal out of it.
“Why not? Don’t you like feeling that slutty?” Jungkook chuckled, but when he realized you weren't happy about it, he stopped instantly. “We’re not doing anything wrong. Hana knows about this and wants it. So, let’s make the most of it. Just relax and enjoy it.”
“Hana…” You tried coming up with something to say that could prove him wrong, that could show him that you two shouldn’t be discussing how horny you were for each other while he was dating your friend who just so happened to be in the other room, but your mind was drawing blanks because Jungkook was squeezing your breasts and looking straight into your eyes.
“Babe,” Jungkook sat up and leaned in closer so he could whisper at you, wrapping his arms around your body to pull you in. “I had to hear about how much Hana thought about Jimin's dick while she fucked him right in front of me, so don’t worry. If she had a problem with it, she would have said no, okay?”
Really? The thought of that shocked you—why would anyone think about anyone other than Jungkook when they could have him whenever they wanted? Besides, why would Hana say these things in front of Jungkook?
“Okay,” you nodded, not believing what you were hearing. Hana wanted to fuck Jimin when she got to fuck Jungkook. Well, to each his own, but you’d always choose Jungkook.
“Relax, baby…” Jungkook grinned and reached back to grab the back of your neck and massage it. “Ride it,” he said, which was all it took for you to start moving your hips again, now feeling his cock inside you from a whole other angle, one that suited you even better. Or was it the fact that his face was now an inch away from yours?
“Does it feel good?” Jungkook asked, stopping you from zoning out completely.
“Mhm… Great,” you practically moaned at him and he took that as a sign to go on talking dirty. Before that, though, Jungkook leaned in and brushed his lips against yours, teasing you even more.
“Big enough for you?” His cocked eyebrow told you Jungkook already knew the answer.
“Huge,” you whispered the word, and Jungkook’s face lit up.
“And you like that?” Jungkook wasn’t able to contain the excitement in his voice when he asked that, and you chuckled at his tone.
“I didn’t know I did,” you admitted, as he seemed to be waiting for you to respond as if it wasn’t already obvious that you were so into him it hurt.
This seemed to give Jungkook even more confidence. “You didn’t know a lot of things before tonight.”
“It’s like it’s my birthday,” you cracked the joke to ease the tension and try to focus solely on riding his dick, getting it to rub all against your walls from the inside, getting yourself to come.
“When is your birthday?” Jungkook seemed serious all of a sudden.
“In two months,” you responded, unsure of what that had to do anything, especially when you were in the middle of sex.
“Please, wish for this,” Jungkook whispered, placing a kiss on your shoulder. It was a soft kiss, a peck, one that made shivers run down your spine. As if he sensed that the kiss was too intimate, Jungkook started to kiss his way up to your neck, which made you grunt.
“Stop talking about me and let me concentrate,” you told him while grabbing his shoulders and starting to move your hips faster, enjoying the feeling of having his mouth on you.
“You’re right…” Jungkook said with a chuckle before licking a strip up your neck and making you moan his name loudly. “I forgot, we’re focusing on how big of a slut you’re being…”
You hummed in agreement, surprised to find yourself liking his comments this much. There was just something about the way Jungkook said these things to you like they weren’t something bad. Instead, it seemed like he loved it too.
“And you know you’re being slutty, letting me fucking you raw like this… Riding my dick, letting it stretch you out… Jeonghun is not gonna like this,” Jungkook said, hissing when you rolled your hips in a way that he obviously appreciated. “You’re so wet my balls are dripping.”
“Sorry,” you said, feeling like such an idiot for something you couldn’t control.
Jungkook looked into your eyes again, making the moment feel really intimate again, like it was just the two of you there like the night didn’t have to end. “Don’t apologize, I fucking love it.”
“Great,” you grinned, rolling your hips in circles again while staring right into his eyes, never wanting to let him go.
“Let’s switch up…” Jungkook leaned in and kissed you gently. Then, he sank his teeth into your bottom lip. “I really want to fuck.”
You nodded and gently eased yourself off of Jungkook, letting his cock slide out of you, big, pink, and slick with your juices, which made you hiss when it landed on his stomach, making a loud wet noise.
It didn’t take Jungkook long to push you down on the bed and get on top of you, your crotch almost touching his, your legs on either side of his body as Jungkook sat up between your legs and scooted his hips closer to yours.
“Fuck, this is such a nice sight.”
You could only imagine how lascivious it looked from his perspective: you on your back, legs spread, pussy on display right in front of him, but you couldn’t get yourself to care, not when Jungkook was positioning his dick at your entrance and gently shoving himself in all the way. “Mhm, fuck…”
Jungkook kicked his head back and sighed deeply before looking at you again, his eyes warm and happy. “Still so nice and tight and warm… You really are into me.”
“Mhm,” you couldn’t help but agree, not when it was painfully obvious that you loved every second of him being inside of you.
“Good,” Jungkook said, grabbing both your thighs and squeezing them while moving his hips slowly, getting you to adjust to the new position. “It will be easier to get you to enjoy yourself.”
“I’m already enjoying it way too much.” You weren’t sure what exactly had gotten into you and made you admit that, but you knew Jungkook loved hearing it. You just didn’t want him to know he had that much power over you.
“I can tell, baby…” Jungkook grinned and shoved his cock inside of you all the way. Once he realized it didn’t hurt, Jungkook started to move his hips, moving in and out of you slowly. “You’ve never been fucked this good.”
“Is it that obvious?” You asked with a chuckle.
“Kind of,” Jungkook said, starting to speed up his movements, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how his body moved while he fucked you. Everything seemed to be moving in the same rhythm and it was almost mesmerizing. “I don’t mean that in a bad way… Just that you seem to like everything I do, which makes me so fucking hard I can’t even explain.”
Now, that was something you loved hearing. If he knew how excited he made you feel, it was only fair if you heard the same about yourself. Otherwise, you’d feel stupid tomorrow. “I feel it.”
“You do?” Jungkook grinned, smacking his hips into yours, which made your toes curl. Fuck, he really did know what he was doing. “You like knowing you get men hard?”
“Some men, yeah,” you pretended you didn’t understand what he was asking.
“Okay…” Jungkook shoved himself into you all the way again and stopped moving, letting you feel all of him. “Do you like knowing you get me hard?”
“Yes,” you couldn’t lie, not when Jungkook was standing still, hovering above you, your lips an inch away from his.
“Good, because you fucking do, and not just tonight,” he said, giving you a smirk followed by quick movements of his hips, ones that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“Jungkook…” you called out his name, wanting to tell him he shouldn’t be telling you he gets hard for you, not even when you were fucking, because it was a one-time thing and you didn’t want to face him tomorrow and know you get him hard and he gets you excited, and you could never do anything about it ever again.
“I know you know it,” Jungkook said, burying his face in the crook of your neck and starting to pound into you hard, a lot harder than earlier, which made you dig your nails into his back and hold him closer.
You really didn’t know that, though. Never once did you think that Jungkook harbored any feelings, let alone sexual, for you. He was extremely friendly around and offered you advice and listened to you rant about your problems, but you never got the idea that he wanted to fuck you, mostly because he was dating your best friend and you tried hard not to think about him that way. You were just his hot girlfriend’s loser friend, at least that’s how you thought he saw you.
“You don’t like me saying that?” Jungkook grunted, still not moving away from your neck, still keeping the very fast pace which made it hard for you to breathe, let alone speak, but you loved every second of it.
“No,” you admitted with a sigh, trying to focus solely on his cock entering and exiting your body, getting you wetter by the second. “Hana…”
“Pretty, she knows it,” Jungkook smiled at you, like what he was saying was completely normal and you were the weird one for feeling weird about it. “But I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”
You nodded without a word and focused on taking his features in.
After all, it was the first and last time you two were having sex, so you might as well try to take in all of it. Jungkook’s hairline was covered with beads of sweat and so was his face, even though in smaller quantities. The ends of his hair were sticking to his forehead and sides of his face, and that only made you want to pull him in so you could kiss and touch him.
However, you didn’t do that.
You lay there with your legs spread and marveled at the sight of this gorgeous man between your legs, keeping the same rhythm as he pumped himself in and out of you, his toned upper body on display, the dark tattoos in contrast with his skin, his earrings dangling whenever his thighs smacked against the back of yours.
“I never want to stop doing this,” Jungkook confessed and the confession made you bite down on your lower lip. You never wanted it to stop either, it just felt fucking amazing. “Can I go deeper?”
You nodded without a word, still enjoying the sight of him on top of you, in you, the lines of his face distorting with pleasure as he stuck his dick inside of you all the way in, getting to feel your warm pussy engulf him, pull him in closer. “Fuck,” he shook his head and looked straight into your eyes. “I’ve never been this hard in my life, everything feels fucking amazing.”
The compliments were music to your ears, you loved hearing this from someone you were as attracted to as you were to Jungkook, and the best part about it was that you knew that he wasn’t lying. Exaggerating, maybe, but not lying—you could feel just how hard he was.
“Does it feel good this deep?” Jungkook cocked his eyebrow up and when you nodded, he grinned. “Can I go faster?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, spreading your legs even wider, which made Jungkook grab you by the thighs, straighten your legs, and press them against his torso. Is that what people meant when they said their legs were around someone’s neck during sex?
You hissed when you felt Jungkook hit a spot deep inside you, which instantly made him freeze in place. “Fuck!”
“Too deep?” Jungkook gently rubbed your thighs with both hands and looked at you worriedly. “Slow down?”
“No, it’s… Uh… Strange?” You cocked your head to the side and couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation. You were staring at each other, Jungkook stopped moving, and you found the whole thing funny. “It feels sharp but good?”
“Maybe I found the right spot,” Jungkook said with a grin and then started to fuck you again, this time putting a lot more energy into it, so much so that it got you to scream the first time he entered you all the way and touched that spot again.
From that moment on, most of it was a blur. You did what Jungkook’s voice instructed you to do, which was to close your eyes, breathe, and focus on his dick. It felt weird not watching him fuck you because that’s all you ever wanted to do, but Jungkook was the expert there, so you followed his advice.
Jungkook kept grunting and hissing, clearly enjoying the way your pussy felt around him, but you didn’t open your eyes to look at him. Instead, you kept them closed and focused on his cock. Every time it entered you, it went in deep, really deep. It hit a spot that hurt, but not as much as it felt good.
It was a really weird feeling, but you realized it actually felt good and that the pain came from too much pleasure if that was even possible. The a-ha moment happened when you noticed tears were streaming down your temples and that you were moaning without stopping, completely forgetting that both Jungkook and Hana could hear you falling apart under him.
“Oh, you’re getting so fucking wet now,” Jungkook grunted from above, tightening the grip he had around your thighs, continuing to fuck you, smack his body against the back of your legs, shove himself inside of you all the way, his thick cock filling you up in the best way imaginable.
Then, Jungkook spread your legs, holding each one up by your ankle, hitting the spot from an even better angle. The sudden change in positions made you arch your back and grab the sheets so you had something to hold onto.
“Jesus, Jungkook, keep going,” you muttered the words at him, taking a peek to see if he was as excited as you were just to find him biting down on his lip and looking at you, sweat dripping down his face and chest, looking completely immersed in the moment. “Oh my God…”
“What a tight little pussy you have,” Jungkook grunted, still keeping up with the same fast pace he’d set earlier, keen on getting you to come. “I wish Jeonghun could see you now, spreading your legs for me like a slut.”
“Fuck,” your back arched on its own. At that moment, you wished for that too—maybe he’d then realize that he had to put in a bit more work than just pump in and out of you until he came inside the condom. “Jungkook…”
“I bet he’d be so pissed off to hear all the things you told me….” Jungkook said with a chuckle. “Or see you let me fuck you raw and deep like this… Get to fuck you however you want… Feel those lips around my cock… Fuck, I want all of it so bad. You’re such a good slut for me tonight,” Jungkook hissed before saying your name, which was what threw you off the edge.
You felt like you were about to come ever since he hit that spot, but you just needed that little push to come undone all over his cock, and hearing him say your name did it for you. Jungkook felt you were coming, you were sure, even though he could already tell by the way your entire body twisted and turned while you screamed and held onto the sheets tight, so he kept fucking you, not stopping for a second until you asked him to, barely getting the words out.
The second you told him to stop, he did, but he didn’t pull all the way out, which actually felt nice. Instead, Jungkook stayed inside of you, planted your feet back on the bed, and leaned down to hover over you, his chest pressed against yours as he held himself up on his elbows.
“You are so fucking pretty when you come,” he grunted and started kissing you, so you finally opened your eyes, smiled at him, and then kissed him, feeling cocky enough to shove your tongue into his mouth while wrapping your hands around him, tugging at his hair, dragging your fingers across his back, surely leaving marks.
Jungkook loved all of it, you could tell by the way he practically purred on your chest or the way he played with your tongue, or, even more obviously, the way his cock twitched inside of you.
“I want to see you come,” you said into the kiss, which made Jungkook pull away and lick his lips.
“God, yes,” he grunted and started to pump himself into you again and this time, it felt even better. “I fucking love this… Getting to see just how much of a slut you are for me.”
You couldn’t do anything but moan in response since Jungkook started to fuck you even faster than before, his hands now behind your shoulders, lifting them up so he could hold the upper part of your body while he fucked you hard, and it felt amazing, to say the least.
Since his hand held you in place, you didn’t move up and down the bed. Instead, you stayed in the same place and the only thing that moved was Jungkook’s hips, in and out, in and out, his dick filling you up so well each time, but only for a second or two before he pulled out and repeated the motion.
“I’ve wanted this for such a long time,” Jungkook grunted into your ear, his hands holding you in place while his hips snapped up and down quickly. “You feel so fucking warm and tight, just like I imagined…”
“Jungkook,” you were going to tell him he shouldn't be saying that, but then you realized he was about to come and that it was his birthday, so ruining his fantasy would probably spoil the night for him. “Fuck.”
“I wanted to fuck you so bad and now that I know how good it feels, I want it to be my birthday every fucking day,” he kept grunting into your ear while his hips smacked into yours from above. “Getting to feel how warm you are around me… Fuck, it’s great. And how sweet you sound? Your angelic face and then that fucking body of yours that makes me want to ram into you like you’re a blowup doll? I won’t do it, don’t worry. I have to go easy on you,” Jungkook said with a hiss, gently biting into your bottom lip.
“No, do it,” you looked into his eyes and grinned. Why not? Nobody has ever fucked you that hard. It was all bland and boring, just like you. Missionary, slow at first, very quick towards the end, that was it.
“Do it? You sure?” Jungkook checked again, even though you could tell he was dying to do it, and that he was really close to coming already.
“Yes, please, I want to feel it,” you told him, giving him a small grin before moving your hands down to cup his ass and give it a gentle squeeze. “Fuck me.”
Jungkook’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he grunted and started to thrust into you so hard that you had to move your hands up to his back and hold onto him tight. At the same time, Jungkook let go of your shoulders and held onto the bed for support. There were too many sounds to focus on—the sounds of skin hitting skin, Jungkook’s low grunting which got louder and stronger the closer he came to coming, and your moans that you just couldn't stop, not when he was going so fast and making you feel like you were, in fact, his blowup doll.
Jungkook rested his forehead against your shoulder and stopped moving for a second. “I had to stop before I absolutely exploded. Hearing you say this makes me think of so many nasty things…”
With that, he started to move again, clearly excited about getting to come inside of you tonight, which wasn’t a part of the deal. There was no way you’d say no to him, not when you were on the pill and nothing was stopping you from letting him fill you up.
To help him come, you decided to tell him nasty things, since Jungkook seemed to like it that much. “Only you get to come inside of me,” you said something you shouldn’t have said. “You were right, I am a slut for you, I like fucking you way too much.”
“Ughh,” Jungkook grunted and started coming. Even if you couldn’t tell by how spasmodic his movement became, the fact that he pressed the side of his face against yours and held you tight would have given him away. “So fucking tight,” he mumbled, still pumping in and out of you. “Can’t believe you’d let me fill you up with my cum like this…”
You cupped his face and pulled him in for a kiss, which Jungkook gladly returned, and you two kissed for seemed like an eternity. During the kiss, you felt his cock get soft and slip out of you, letting his cum drip down your cheeks, but you couldn’t get yourself to care, not when it felt so nice kissing him. You wanted it to last forever, but you only had that one night, the night of Jungkook’s birthday, and it came to an end.
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You thought seeing Hana after the night you three spent together would be weird, but it was so much more awkward for you than you could have imagined. It felt like your knees went weak the second you saw her walking into the coffee shop unannounced. But, then she waved at you and came up to the bar with a grin like nothing changed between the two of you.
“Hey! Want to take your break with me?” Hana offered, pointing to a table next to the window, far away from any of your coworkers.
A couple of minutes later, you joined her with two coffees and sandwiches, feeling a huge lump in your throat.
Of course, it was still Hana and you were still you—nothing changed. However, now you knew your obsession with her boyfriend went way too far and that you’d have to stop hanging out with him, at least for a while. You’d have to try to forget the way Jungkook felt, kissed, touched, and focus on yourself and getting over your feelings before you could be his friend again.
You knew something like that would happen when you said yes to it, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass out on.
Still, it felt terrible when you woke up the next morning, you couldn’t lie about it. Your entire body ached, you were tired and sore, but it was your chest that hurt the most because you knew it was a one-time thing, no matter how much you wanted it to happen again and again. Jungkook was in love with Hana, Hana was in love with him, and you were a hookup. That was it.
So, you avoided them for three days.
Jungkook texted, but you didn’t respond. The things he told you when you two were alone didn’t leave your mind for a second, but they were wrong. Men said a lot of things when they were horny and Jungkook was no exception, you’d learned. The guy asked his girlfriend for a threesome, they agreed on you, the person they both knew well, and he fucked you. That was the extent of his feelings for you.
Even if Jungkook, by some miracle, meant all those things, he was still Hana’s boyfriend and you didn’t want to talk about that topic with him and encourage him to say shit like that. It could ruin their relationship, which could potentially ruin your friendship with Hana and no guy was worth it, not even Jungkook, no matter how attractive, sexy, or great in bed he was.
Luckily, Jungkook didn’t push too much. He sent a text the next morning, thanking you for the night and wanting to know if you were okay, but you felt too confused and hurt and in love to respond to him. Then, you realized that you didn’t want to talk to him about it. You didn’t want to talk to anyone about it.
That night, Jungkook texted again, telling you he was worried about you and that he hoped nothing had changed.
You didn’t respond to that text either because you went to bed early. The day was exhausting from start to finish, mostly because you spent it alone, reliving last night in your mind over and over again, feeling guilt wash over you every time you’d find yourself enjoying these memories.
When you woke up, you found a third text from Jungkook, sent in the wee hours of the evening, asking you to forgive him if he crossed any lines. He also said he wouldn’t text you again because you clearly needed space. But, if you wanted to talk, he was always there.
All of that sounded perfect and it would have been had Jungkook not been your best friend’s boyfriend.
So, seeing Hana in person after all of that also hurt.
Did Jungkook tell her you weren’t talking to him? He didn’t deserve that kind of treatment, but you felt like a total loser. You promised them nothing would change and then you completely changed your attitude towards Jungkook, who did nothing wrong.
“So… How are you?” Hana asked with a smile as she took a bite of the sandwich. “I’m so fucking hungry, sorry, I can’t wait.”
“No, no, please, eat,” you nodded and took a sip of the coffee, feeling too nervous to eat. “I’m fine, why? Just busy with work.”
Hana glared at you while she chewed and you knew she could see right through you. “Cut the crap,” she said, her mouth still full of food, but you felt so bad that you couldn’t even reprimand her for that like you usually would.
“I’m sorry I’m acting all weird,” you sighed, looking straight into her eyes. “I promised nothing would change and it clearly has, but not in a bad sense. I guess I just need time to like, get my thoughts in order, or something. Maybe it was a bigger step than I thought it would be.”
“Sure,” Hana readily agreed, chasing down the bite with a sip of coffee. “I get it, we all needed time to figure it all out. But that doesn’t mean we’ll just ignore each other in the meantime, right?”
“I would never ignore you,” you shook your head. Did it really come off that way? You really didn’t have time that week because you took all the extra shifts you could to take your mind off of things. You couldn’t think about Jungkook and the way he made you feel if you worked 12 hours a day. “Why do you think that?”
“I don’t mean me,” her raised eyebrow told you that Jungkook told her all about his failed attempts at talking to you. “The three of us took part in it. If nothing has changed between you and me, it shouldn’t between the two of you.”
“Yes,” you nodded in agreement because Hana was right. Normal people would see the situation that way. Why change your behavior towards Jungkook but not her? It didn’t make any sense, but feelings rarely did. “It didn’t. I mean, it won’t.”
“Why are you ignoring Jungkook then?”
“I—,” you gulped, feeling dizzy all of a sudden. You could never lie to Hana, not even if you tried. She knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes, and she could easily tell when you were being dishonest. “I don’t know.”
“Let’s work through it together,” your friend suggested with a smile as if she didn’t realize she’d be uncovering some shameful secrets if she kept pushing. “We’re best friends. What we did doesn’t change anything between us because we’re still friends.”
You nodded in agreement, holding your cup with both hands and taking comfort in its warmth. That’s what you really needed—a long warm hug, but not from Hana and definitely not from Jungkook, even though you knew how amazing his hugs felt.
“Cool. And you and Jungkook were friends before this. So why not stay friends after? Unless something changed…”
“No, nothing changed,” you spoke up, never wanting to think you were interested in her boyfriend or that you’d try to do anything to separate them. “I mean, Jungkook is still my friend, clearly.”
“But you have feelings for him,” Hana suggested with a completely serious face, looking straight into your eyes which made you look at the floor in embarrassment.
You felt like the worst person out there, mostly because it didn’t even look like she was angry. Of course she wouldn’t be, she was your friend, which was exactly why your feelings for her boyfriend were completely out of place. Did she realize this that night? How long has she known? You felt embarrassed to even exist in her vicinity.
“I…. Hana,” you sighed, still unable to face her. “You’re my friend and you’ll always come first. I just need time to forget about it before I can… Be his friend. But that’s all there is to it.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me that?” Hana said in such a calm tone that you just had to look at her to determine what she was feeling.
You found her smiling at you warmly, much to your surprise. When your eyes met, she reached out and placed her hand on yours.
“You idiot,” she said in a mocking tone, and your breath hitched in your throat, but then she giggled. “Did you really think I can’t tell? I got a boyfriend and suddenly forgot how you function? Please.”
“I’m sorry,” was all you could tell her. She could see right through you, as always.
“Will you please text Jungkook back?” Hana asked with a raised eyebrow, surprising you with her request. “I think he really wants to talk to you, but he’s waiting for you to text him back because he doesn’t want to pester you, or something like that.”
Your cheeks were blushing at that point, you could feel it. Why did she want this when you’d just told her how you felt about him? “M-maybe it’s better if I wait for a while until I can think straight.”
“I have to tell you something,” Hana leaned in and lowered her voice. “But don’t take it the wrong way and jump to conclusions, okay? Promise.”
“I promise,” you crossed your heart and looked right into her eyes, feeling like you were shivering.
“We broke u—” she started but was cut off by your loud gasp.
“What the fuck?” You couldn’t help but blurt out. “Oh my God, please tell me it had nothing to do with his birthday,” you glared at her, feeling like a total piece of shit for getting involved with a couple. What in the hell were you thinking? “I feel so bad, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me? Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it? Fuck, I hope I di—”
“Stop,” it was her turn to cut you off by raising her hand. “We talked about it before. Long before the threesome even happened. There’s love and there’s lust, and we both knew what our thing was. Then I started thinking about Jimin way too much and that was my own fault. But, I have to say that I always knew he had a soft spot for you. Jungkook, I mean. He took more interest in you than he did in me. Well, you know what I mean. You two became friends and we’re more like people who fuck and like each other enough to hang out, something like that,” she explained and then shrugged.
“What? I don’t get anything.”
“I’m saying that we were discussing just breaking things off and being single and then it was my birthday and I asked him for a favor, with Jimin. And I thought we’d break up then and that would be it. But then Jungkook asked for a present, and I knew exactly what it was going to be,” she looked at you knowingly. “And I also knew that if I told you we technically broke up, you’d never do it. And I knew you definitely should.”
“I feel totally cheated just so you know,” you told her after taking all of it in. “You are right, I never would have done it, so I’m kind of upset. I’m just shocked by all of this, I guess.”
“Listen... “ Hana reached out again, grabbing your hand. “Jungkook is a really sweet, nice guy. I know what you’re thinking, he’s my ex and it’s wrong and he likes to experiment and you’re monogamous and all that. Well, he’s my ex, but so fucking what? You fucked him too, we’re even. And the thing is, he’s not like me, maybe that’s why we don’t work well together. He wants to experiment if he doesn’t have deep feelings for someone,” Hana smirked at you. “I would bet everything I have that Jungkook would never let you sleep with Jimin or any one of his friends. There’s just no way he’d do it. With me, it’s different because we just had that type of thing, it was fun and convenient and we got laid, but that’s about it.”
“This feels so fucking weird. Like, you sitting here, trying to explain how Jungkook, who I thought was your boyfriend five minutes ago, would be a good choice for me,” you shook your head before letting it fall into your palms. “It’s too much.”
“Okay. Take your time,” Hana chuckled, and hearing her laughter made everything seem fine and normal again. “I’m just trying to tell you that whatever you decide is fine with me, for real. I didn’t want to say it over the phone because I wanted to be sure you knew I meant it. And also, Jungkook’s been nagging me for three days. He wants to make sure you’re alright, you don’t regret it, you don’t hate him, and stuff like that. So I wanted to let you know that we’re not together, we didn’t break up because of you, and you should really talk to him, even if you don’t know what you want.”
“You think so?”
“Yes,” Hana shook her head at you. “I know you. You’ll overthink this, imagine a million different scenarios, and find a million downsides to this. Well, if you talk to him about it, he can answer your questions so you don’t come up with your own answers. Jungkook’s not going to force you to meet up with him or anything, he just wants to talk. Hear him out and then take your time to decide. You don’t even have to decide, that’s the best part of life. Nobody’s forcing you to do anything. Take your time, live a little, have fun with him. Just talk to the guy.”
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Hana’s friendship always meant the world to you, but that day, you realized that she was really the best friend you’d ever had. Your mother always used to tell you that blood was thicker than water because your family would always put your interests first while friends would often take their own feelings into account.
Well, Hana proved your mother wrong.
The worst part about this whole thing was that she was right—you had to respond to Jungkook and hear him out. Otherwise, you’d come up with a bunch of problems and not one solution. You’d come to conclusions on Jungkook’s intentions when that wasn’t something you could know, not without talking to him first.
You: I’m sorry for not responding. I talked to Hana today and she explained what happened between you.
What else did you want to tell him? The dude texted you three times and went out of his way to get Hana to talk to you, so you had to get it all out there and explain everything.
You: It was stupid to ignore you, but I wanted to try to forget what happened before I talked to you again
You: Honestly, it felt wrong to have all these feelings for my friend’s boyfriend, so I didn’t want to get involved even more
Was that right? Of course, you didn’t want to suggest anything or dig deep into your feelings when you weren’t even sure what it was that he wanted from you.
Jungkook: Thanks for responding :) I was worried about you after everything
Jungkook: I’m sorry if I made it weird by saying all those things… I guess I got ahead of myself, but I just forgot that you didn’t know that Hana and I weren’t a thing anymore, so it must have sounded really weird
Jungkook: Now that you know, I hope you can look at it differently, but I also get it if you can’t. I keep thinking we fucked up by not just telling you we weren’t together, but Hana was against that, but maybe I should have went against her wishes this one time
He was right, it was all a bit too much. The fact that the two of them knew they weren’t together but kept it from you did sound weird, but the more you thought about it, the more you understood where Hana was coming from.
Clearly, she thought you and Jungkook would work well together, a lot better than the two of them, but she also knew you as a person, which meant she was aware that you’d never agree to fuck her ex right after they broke up.
You: It’s really a lot to take in at once, if I’m honest
Jungkook: That’s true and it’s normal to feel that way, it’s all complicated
Jungkook: But I’m hoping you’ll think about it and come to the same conclusion as me
You: And that is?
Jungkook: That we would work out, for sure, even if it’s all a bit messy :) because we care about each other
You stared at the text for minutes, the words “care about each other” flashing before your eyes, not leaving your mind for a second. Jungkook was saying this? To you?
You: Oh? Pretty cocky :D
That maybe wasn’t the most appropriate thing to say, but it felt easier to turn everything into a joke than admit all your feelings for Jungkook right away, especially when you felt so confused by the whole thing.
Jungkook: Hm… You may not want to date me or be in a relationship with me after everything, BUT you can’t tell me you don’t care about me
Jungkook: I can tell, just like I know you can tell
Jungkook: I mean, if Hana and all of my friends see it…
What? Did people really know about this?
You: What??
Jungkook: We really have a lot to talk about lol want to go out for a walk or something?
You felt like a fool when you realized that everyone other than you knew you had feelings for Jungkook. And that he had feelings for you, even though that still felt surreal. His friends? Really? He really baited you right in.
You: When?
Jungkook: After work? Before dinner? Tonight? Literally whenever you want
You: After work’s fine
Jungkook: Are you nervous?
You: Fuck yes
Even that was an understatement. You kept thinking about what you were going to wear, how you’d even survive looking into Jungkook’s eyes again, how you’d tell him any of the things you were thinking and how you’d sit through him complimenting you in person.
Jungkook: It’s okay :D I won’t do or say anything you don’t want
Jungkook: I’m a pretty straightforward guy, but I know it’s a complicated situation and it will take time
Jungkook: and I have all the time in the world and want to try to make it work
Your heart beat so loud you thought it would just jump out of your chest. Why was he saying these things when he knew how you felt? It would be so strange to see him face to face after all these confessions.
You: Let’s talk about it when we meet up :)
Did that sound cold? You couldn’t help but feel that way when you read the text again, so you quickly typed and sent another one.
You: I don’t want to sound uninterested or something because you know I’m not. I think we should talk about it in person and decide what to do then
Jungkook: Of course, no worries! I’ll come pick you up after work then?
You: Great, see you then
Jungkook: I’m so excited :D
You: LOL me too
You: why are we acting like high schoolers?
Jungkook: isn’t it a good feeling, though?
Jungkook: being so excited about just seeing someone and talking to them
Jungkook: doesn’t happen often :) see you later!
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"a man in love is like a wounded animal; rabid and dangerous. willing to do anything to protect what's his. there is no rational thinking or real consideration of the situation. a man in love will kill if he has to."
in which, armin wants you all to himself and will do anything to make that happen. even if he has to get a little blood on his hands, all of the obstacles will be removed. you’ll belong to him. you’ll love him, just like before. yes, you’ll see.
tags ➝ sexual content, emotional abuse, dom!reader, possessive!armin, slight talk of traumatic past, gaslighting, sub!armin, slight mommy kink, breeding, praise/degradation, softdom!armin and light manipulation
a/n: well this update took a little longer than expected…and i’m going to blame that horrible thing called writers’ block that we all know and love <\3 seriously, it’s been a struggle but i managed to find my balance with this series and can’t wait to really dig into it hehe so lots to unpack in this chapter, pls enjoy ! rbs are greatly appreciated ♡
‘dear, you’ masterlist ➝ chapter two (coming soon)
cross posted on ao3
The silky, dark sheets rustled as a pillow or two slipped off of the bed.
"Ah! Armin, wait!"
He was hovered over you, a hand at your side and the other next to your head as he moved. There was a cheeky smile on his face that should've annoyed you, but you were too busy crying and trying to get out from under him because the pain was too much.
"Awe baby, you're crying like someone's hurting you. Relax."
You laughed and finally managed to kick him off of you, trying to catch your breath as he tumbled right off of the bed, hitting the floor but made no sound. You figured that he might have landed on one of the pillows that had fallen a moment ago.
You rubbed your sides, your ribs aching.
It was only after you had woken him with an amazing blowjob did he want to return the favor...until you edged him. You didn't let him finish and he was still pent up, and chose tickling you as his weapon of revenge. It was a weak move since he knew how ticklish you were in some very sneaky spots, but stopping when you knew he was close—it had taken him by surprise.
It was why he was currently laid out on the floor, a faint smile on his face.
He felt as though he had accomplished his goal of getting you back, but couldn't get over how hard he still was.
He frowned, deeply. Painfully hard, at that.
You let out a breath.
You wondered why Armin was being so quiet so you rolled over and peeked your head from over the edge of the bed. Your eyes widened as you saw him propped half-up by his elbow, a leg bent and his eyes closed as he fisted his cock, letting out small moans. It only shocked you because he was still on the floor, cushioned by a pillow, and chose to get off while laying there. Though, it seemed that if you weren't going to take care of him, he was going to do it himself and was it a sight to see.
His face was a gentle red but was covered in sweat from the play fighting in bed, trying to chase after his release with each stroke and thumb over the head. His other hand came up to lazily pinch at his nipple, eyebrows knitting together in concentration.
"Fuck," he breathed and you shivered.
You weren't able to look away. It was as if he was commanding your full attention. As though it was something you were supposed to watch, but not be a part of. Without the intention of it, the display of watching him get off felt more like torture than a gift. The desire to touch him - help him through it - was agonizingly itchy underneath your skin. Your fingertips yearned to reach out and do it all for him, but you took pleasure in seeing him fuck into his hand. It was like a whole new experience.
It was only when he had made eye contact with you, blue eyes filled with tears, that your brain got triggered with a thought you had gotten last night.
You were wanting to try a role-reverse with him, desperate to know how he'd like it it but you weren't truly given the chance. The moment now, however, seemed like the perfect opportunity.
"Armin," you muttered and tilted your head, "—come up here, why don't you? I want to try something with you, if you don't mind?"
With the way he looked, you were worried he was too far gone in his pleasure but he heard you and stopped what he was doing to crawl back up onto the bed. He was going to get on top of you, figuring what you wanted was to be touched but you stopped him with a hand against his warm chest.
"No. Lay against the headboard."
He did so with a slightly confused face, but blanked out when he understood what you were about to do. He smirked when you took him in your hand. Of course you were going to finish him off. He was glad to see that you'd came to your senses.
"What a good girl you ar—"
"Needy, pretty boys don't speak. Right?" Armin blinked as he made eye contact with you; a frown on your face. You didn't waver as you licked up his shaft before muttering a low, "Sit there for me. Let me touch you. I only want to hear your pathetic moans as you beg to cum into my mouth. Do you understand?" He wasn't expecting you to flip the switch like that. His face grew a deeper shade of red, feeling his cock stiffen, rock hard.
"Ah," he watched as you suckled on the head of his cock, biting his lip. Who knew you were into something like this? "Please," he begged, desperately wanting you to do more. He had gotten enough teasing from earlier. He'd never wanted to come so badly.
"Hmm?" You moved away, giving him your full attention; a hand stroking him as you spoke. "Please what?" It was a strange position to be in. You were new to all of this, but you weren't going to let the inexperience stop you from trying the things you wanted to. Especially if they were things Armin also liked. He had been accommodating you ever since you two had met. Why not give back a little?
The blond smiled a little, knowing you had picked up a little talk from him. You were learning quite fast.
"Please make me cum. 'M so close. I just need your mouth—"
You giggled. "So desperate you're begging. Seems a little beneath you, but I'll indulge."
Armin twitched in your hand when you replaced it with your mouth, engulfing him completely. It was almost better than what you'd done last night, but perhaps it felt that way because of the role switch. How he felt under your control moreover having you under his. You had the decision to let him finish or not, and he took great pleasure in knowing that.
He moved a hand up to tweak and roll one of his nipples between his slender fingers, trying to fight the desire to fuck into your mouth. He didn't want to upset you and have you stop what you were doing so he kept himself at bay, and took what you were willing to give him. He was so sensitive, he could've came from just having your mouth around him. The way your tongue caressed his cock, lathering it up with hot saliva and feeling a thrum vibrate around him from your throat; it was all too much for someone that had been so close to coming earlier.
You could feel him throbbing against your tongue, and reveled in the power you had over him. He was so desperate to come that he didn't seem to care how out of character he was acting. Mouth slightly open with drool spilling out on the side, coating his cheek. Pretty blue eyes with unmistakable lust swimming through them as they watched you deep throat him, easily. Face so wine-red and damp with sweat, it was easy to assume he had zero care in the world on what he even looked like.
You groaned when you moved down to feel the bulbous head of his cock hit the back of your throat, sending strong tingles to your clit that pulsed at the action. You found that he was quite the reactor. Loud moans, slight movement under you as if he was holding himself back, whimpering, not knowing what to do with his hands, a bit of drool...it was cute. You liked seeing him that way and made a note to see it more often.
Armin was so close, he felt the coil in his stomach get closer and closer to unraveling. His breathing was a tad bit irregular as he pushed his hips up into your mouth, groaning out your name like a mantra. "Oh, I um— uh, nngh..." He wasn't sure if you were opposed to him coming down your throat even though you'd mentioned it was something you wanted but he didn't fully believe you. Despite the consideration he was willing to acknowledge, he couldn't guarantee to give out a warning beforehand considering he was currently on cloud nine.
You smiled around him as you pulled away, strings of saliva following closely after. You lapped it all up only to spit it back around the head of his length, smirking and using it as lubricant. You gave him a few slow, agonizing strokes, watching his face twist up in a deep frown. He had forgotten all about trying to be good and let you do what it was you wanted. He desperately bucked his hips into your hand, wanting more and shuddered when he felt your hand tighten around him.
"Ah! Please!" He begged, scrunching up the bed sheets and giving you a look that could've won anyone over. Unfortunately for him, you weren't just anyone. You knew him and were used to that look in his eyes. The ball was still in your court. "I need you— I want you to—"
"Need me?" You questioned, and moved up until you were sat just above his waistline, hardened cock poking right up against your bottom. You moved your hand to your lips, licking away the excess before gripping his jaw with the other. His lips were puffed out and eyes so watery, you cooed at him, "well don't you look pretty." You smiled, your eyes catching the tear that fell. "Don't cry, baby. I know. I know. I just decided that since you've been so good, you don't deserve to cum all over my hand." He frowned a little, his hands finding their way to your hips in anticipation.
There had to be more.
There was.
"I decided," you leaned down and pecked his lips, earning yourself a small whine from him. "—that you should cum in me instead. Don't you think you deserve that, pretty boy?"
As if his cock wasn't already stiffened against his abdomen, he twitched in yearning. There were no words to describe how badly he wanted to be inside of you. To come inside of you. He needed it. Didn't want anything else.
"Mmhm," he eagerly hummed, wanting so badly to rid you of that annoying piece of cloth you called underwear and place you over his cock, breeding your stupid womb full of his seed. He had been edged three times (if you counted stopping him while he was on the floor) and could feel the frustration coming along. He couldn't wait much longer.
You let his jaw go, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Good. Now," you rose up on your knees, still straddling him, as you began pulling at your panties. "I want you to— ah!" You were startled when he yanked the cloth from around you right off, tearing it to pieces and tossed it across the room. The look in his eyes hadn't matched his actions. Blue eyes filled with lust and innocence. You glanced in the direction your underwear flew to, and saw it in shambles near the mirror. You sighed. There went the twenty bucks spent on them. You frowned a little as you positioned yourself over his cock. "You're buying me another pair, you know." You weren't going to let him off that easily.
"Sure, yes, whatever you want now please," he pleaded, hands back on your hips as he watched, waiting anxiously for you to mount him. He could feel you already. Your sweet, tight walls around his aching length; warm and wet. So soft, yet lethal. It was perfect. You were— "—so perfect," he breathed and you looked down at him with a small smile on your face, feeling your stomach do a tiny backflip. He met your eyes and licked his lips, almost in a trance. "Beautiful and perfect."
"And all yours."
That declaration was enough for him. You knew what that did to him. He couldn't wait any longer. You were so preoccupied with looking at him that he was able to take that opportunity to slam you down onto him, causing you to gasp and let your head fall back. He was pressed right up against your cervix, prodding it with each snap of his hips into you.
You moaned out, hands against his chest as you let him use you as he saw fit. He fucked into you like it was going to be his last time, face so beautifully fucked out that it was too difficult to look away from. He was so mesmerizing. So inhuman. You couldn't believe he was all yours. You didn't want to think about Eren, but you were. How Armin had the belief that his friend wanted to take you away from him. How Eren had a crush on you. You being the reason he wanted to trash his relationship with Mikasa. As badly as you didn't want any of it to make sense, some things just did. It'd explain the way he looked at you at times, accidental touches that probably weren't so accidental and how often he'd make an excuse to talk to you whenever Armin got handsy with you when he was near. Armin's feeling about Eren's crush on you seemed valid, and it scared you.
As Armin moved his hands up to take yours, intertwining your fingers together and giving you such an adoring look...you knew it was him. Even though you'd made a few mistakes and hurt him, you were going to make up for all of that. He didn't deserve any of it. Didn't deserve getting caught up in between the confusion that laid in front of you and Eren. He deserved better and you were on a mission to make sure he got it. Make sure he knew that he had nothing to worry about.
"You so look pretty on top of me, baby," he said, truly entranced by the beauty he saw in you.
Your face heated up, your legs tightening around him. "S...stop, I'm sure I look awful right now but," you curved down to kiss his nose, staying there. "—thank you, pretty boy," you whispered against his lips.
He groaned, putting a hand back on your waist. "Fuck, I love when you call me that. Say it again," he demanded and you giggled.
"Pretty boy, my pretty boy. How pretty you are—" and felt him press you down against his chest with his free hand, using the other to grip your hips and piston himself in and out of you at a pace that made you a moaning mess on top of him. "Ah, Armin! Mmngh, right...oh, right there," you mumbled out against his neck, wrapping your arms around him as you felt his hard cock drag along your pulsating walls, unable to think of a better feeling than him in you.
It began to feel as though nothing scared you half as much as if Armin wasn't there. To be there if you needed him. To tell you about things.
To teach you.
The books you'd read, the movies you'd seen...none of them compared to the real feeling of being the main character in them. Experiencing all you'd seen in real life with someone you truly trusted. It was unlike anything you'd ever felt. The bliss, the comfort of being in his arms, lips against your ear, telling you things you'd only read from a book or saw in a movie. It hadn't felt like real life, but it was.
"I really, really like you," he whispered against the shell of your ear, faltering to a slow pace, giving you deep, calculated strokes. You hummed against his warm skin, smiling. He never failed to surprise you.
You inched up to look him in the eyes, falling deeper and deeper. "Yeah? I really, really, really like you too, Min."
He smiled a little before letting out a breathless chuckle. "Min?"
You nodded. "Min."
"Decided on a nickname already?"
You pouted a little, worried. "You don't like it? Does it sound stupid? I won't say it again if so—"
"N-no," he stuttered, feeling you clench around him while rubbing your back. He gave you another smile. "It's cute. I love it. Please use it more."
As if your soul hadn't ascended several moments ago. He was just so adorable. How was he real again?
You kissed him and he reciprocated, moving his hips again, picking up the pace. You knew it was getting close to time for you two to get up and ready for the day, but you were in such a good place...you almost thought to forget about the appointment you two had later. Armin would've been worth it.
"Mm," he parted from the kiss, smirking. "Now if we're done being mushy, I would like to finish fucking your brains out, if you don't mind," and flipped your positions with ease as he laid on top of you, hands propping him up. You giggled, feeling his fingers trickle down your stomach to your clit, giving it a little attention with slow, circular motions. "God, you're fucking pretty to me, you know that? Of course you do. I tell you too often, don't I?" It wasn't a question meant to be answered so you settled with a hand against his cheek, feeling a few of his fingers get pushed into you. They curved up, and fucked into you as he leaned into your touch, dark blue eyes on you. "I'm so into you, I'd give up everything just to be with you."
Your skin flushed with heat, his words causing the butterflies in your stomach to bat around in excitement. Armin was so good with words, it was startling to know what to say back. Maybe he understood that as he chuckled and kissed the inner side of your hand. "Don't stress about what to say back. I don't expect anything. We haven't exactly been getting along lately so..."
He removed his fingers and glanced down to position himself back at your entrance. After he was pushed into you, feeling you flutter around him, he met your eyes again; a determined look in them. "Do you wanna just start over?"
Your eyes softened as you caressed his cheek. "I think...that would be okay."
"Is that something you want though? Like are you agreeing because it's something I want or...?"
"No," you frowned. "I do want to. I know it's something we need to do anyways." Armin rose an eyebrow. "We've been arguing a lot lately so something needs to change. So...yeah." you sighed again. "This is a clean slate." You smiled. "I want this to be a clean slate despite everything that's happened."
Armin felt like 'everything' also included what happened between him and Eren a few times, even though you had no clue about any of it. The fighting wasn't ever necessary. Eren was just really skilled at getting underneath his skin. However, if things were going to progress with you...maybe he needed to try and have a chat with him later. Only to calm the waters and get it understood that you were his and his only. That they weren't going to share you. It'd never work out. He was too possessive and Eren was too...well, Eren.
With that thought, he let out a breath and pressed tiny kisses along your jawline, sending chill bumps down your arms. "Mm, alright then. Whatever the princess wants, I want." He smirked against your skin, nipping at a spot on your neck. "Does that make you happy?"
Your heart thumped in your chest as you giggled, pinching his cheek. "Yeah. It does."
Armin hummed, moving his hips a little causing you to whimper. "Boyfriend and girlfriend. My girlfriend. Ah...got such a nice ring to it, don't you think?" It was said rather selfishly in terms of voicing out the fact that you were his and not Eren's. Something you were already aware of, but figured it was more so for him instead of you.
"Mhm...Armin..."
He groaned and leaned back a bit to take a leg of yours to place on his shoulder. "Such a pretty girl you are, huh?" As he fucked in and out of you at a steady place, he kissed up and down your calf, holding your leg in a firm grip. You tried to turn your face into the pillows next to you when he took your chin in his hand, shaking his head. "Keep your eyes on me or I'll stop right now."
You whimpered, feeling the same hand that once held your chin move to one of your nipples, rolling the hardened bud between his fingers as he watched you come undone underneath him. What a beautiful sight you were. So good for him. You were the best thing that ever happened to him, and it hadn't been long since you two met. It probably wasn't smart to put you on a pedestal so early, but he couldn't picture himself with anyone else but you. No matter how long things took to truly work out between the both of you. He was willing to wait it out.
When he moved from your nipple to your sensitive clit that begged to be touched, your back arched and the prettiest little noises came from your mouth that he ate up as he pounded into you roughly.
"Taking me so well, aren't you?" He taunted and you reached out for him, desperate to hold him, feel him, something. Anything that allowed you to feel his skin on yours. He frowned a little, took both of your wrists and let your leg drop back down to the bed as he held them above your head. You trembled under him, moaning out as he used his other hand to lift your thigh up in line of his waist, "Yes you are. So fucking well."
The way he moved in you made your head spin. He was beginning to get sporadic, chasing after both of your releases, intent on coming together. Sex with Armin was never short of dreamy. You had already learned so much from him and knew what you liked and didn't like. Last night, you had told him that you weren't too keen on having underwear in your mouth and he wasn't fazed. He understood perfectly. There were going to be things that he liked that you weren't going to like; and vice versa. Communication was key.
"Armin, I need you to...finish...you know..."
His cerulean eyes sparkled with a bit of fire behind them. With a lopsided grin, he muttered a low, "Oh?" and moved a hand down to one of your breasts, earning himself a slight moan from you. "No. I don't think I know. You're going to have to be a bit more vocal about what you want, baby."
The way he constantly made you tell him what it was you wanted from him rather than let him figure it out was excruciating. You weren't good with words and what you really wanted to say always had trouble coming out your mouth. He knew what you wanted yet held a thrill in hearing you say it.
You frowned, "But you know what I want. Why can't you just—"
"Silly girl. Spoiled already? Wonder who could've made you this way." He pinched at your nipple and you whimpered, wiggling a bit. He sighed. "It couldn't have been me. I like when you tell me what it is you want from me. I like to see you struggle to say it. Like you're too modest to tell me how badly you want me to fuck you. Or, in this case, finish fucking you."
With a face like that, how was he able to say such vulgar things? It took your mind for a loop as you wondered where he had even learned a vocabulary like that. How did he know the right things to say to make you tremble and beg him to say it all again?
Armin felt like a shiny new toy...except not one you'd ever want to throw away. One you planned on keeping and playing with over and over again because each time would've felt like the first. So exhilarating, so refreshing. So different. You were infatuated with him.
"I...please, Armin." Your eyes were big and wide, wondering if the puppy dog look was going to work on him or not.
He chuckled, eyes eating up your desperate attempt at getting past him. "You amuse me. Do you think that'll work? Since you feel above telling me what's on that pretty mind of yours," he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up until you were seated in his lap. "Take what you want."
You searched his face for any trickery but saw none. He was serious.
"Um...Do I—? Do I just..." your hands were on his shoulders and you could feel his arousal against the crack of your bottom, wondering if you were really meant to just take control like that. His eyes held no dishonesty. In fact, it looked like as if he was challenging you. The slight grin was a tell-all. You hummed. "Okay."
You sat up and reached underneath you until you had him in your hand, and guided his cock back to your twitching hole. You mewled feeling the head of his length breach your cunt, and he held onto your waist, watching you.
As a string of moans fell from his lips at being back inside of you again, you got comfortable and moved slowly on top of him, trying to find that perfect angle.
"Mm, fuck," he breathed, gripping your hips hard enough to leave a mark or two behind. "How are you still so tight. You okay?" He asked, kissing up your neck. "Are you comfortable? Can I do anything?"
You were taken aback. "I'm okay. I just..." your walls shook as you felt him help you move up and down, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix in a way unexplainable. You were hardly capable of thinking correctly. "No, you're doing more than okay. Everything—fuck—everything's perfect. So, so perfect. Mm, you feel so good, I..."
"T-that's good. Oh, m'so close, baby. I can't hold out any longer." He groaned against the skin of your neck, wrapping his arms around your middle, hugging you flush against him. "Might cum in you. S'that okay?"
You hummed, bouncing in his lap as your fingers found themselves curling into his hair, tugging at the blond strands. "Y-yes, please! Wan' you to fill me up," you kissed along his cheeks and nose before moving your hands to his face. "Please fill up mommy's cunt, yeah?"
His cheeks were so flushed and face so sweaty, it probably wasn't supposed to be as attractive as you thought it was, but it definitely was.
He nodded, "Wanna breed you so good. Fill that tight cunt up so fucking bad. Can I? Can I please?"
His begging drove you over the edge.
"Mhm, yes! Yes you can, oh!" You felt your walls tighten around him, spasming as he felt your thighs tense around his sides, signaling that you were creaming around his cock.
His forehead fell onto your shoulder as he bit into the soft skin there, groaning and shooting a hot load of himself in you, flooding your walls with his sweet cum. A ribbon of curses fell from his pretty lips as he let you ride out both of your orgasms, panting against your neck.
You took a moment to slow your breathing as you played in his hair, unable to feel the energy to even move. You knew you two were going to be late, but you didn't care. Spending the morning with Armin had definitely been the best decision.
"You're so warm..." you heard him say, and couldn't help but smile.
"You too."
.x. .x. .x.
“Who is she?! Fuckin’ tell me who she is! I saw you walk out with her! You can’t lie to me!”
“You’re too loud. You’ll wake our son-“
“You’re a lying, cheatin’ son of a bitch, you know that? You never cared for this family. You never cared about us. You go to the bar almost every night after work now. How could I have been so damn stupid? I was stupid enough to believe that you just needed a break. That you’d be home in time for dinner. Home in time to see me and your son before 10.”
“Can I tell my side of the stor-“
“Was she worth it?”
“…what?”
“Was she fucking worth losing this family you said you loved so much? Huh?!”
“Don’t do this. I’m still your husband and his father. I’m not going anywhere. We’re gonna fix this. Together.”
“….”
“Sweetheart-“
“Fuck you.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“Yes I do! I hate you! I want you out! Get the fuck out of this house and don’t come back. I’m not playing with you. I told you that cheating was the one thing I wouldn’t put up with in a marriage and you went and did it. I hope you still got that woman’s contact in your phone because you’re going to need a place to stay until you can get your shit together.”
“Come here.”
“Get your hands off of me! A liar! You’re a cheater! Why did you do this to me? Please, why?! I can’t do this. I can’t do this.”
“Come here. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“I hate you. I hate you! I hate you.”
“I know.”
Armin stood at the crack of the door, a line of the room light illuminating half of his face as he stayed pressed against the doorframe. He watched his father bring his mother into a hug, holding her through her fists pounding against him and hearing her scream more curses at him. She was in agony and he couldn’t understand why.
What did being a cheater mean?
And who did his dad go and meet?
Another lady perhaps?
Was she nice?
He frowned at the display, unable to understand why his mother was so unhappy. He couldn’t figure out where her pain was coming from but he wanted to just hold her. Hold her like his father was doing. He hated it when she cried and she seemed to have done that a lot for the past two weeks.
After a few moments passed, his father muttered a few reassuring words to her that he was going to be a better husband and a better father before kissing her tears away. It was clear that whatever the fight had been about, it got washed away.
Even still…Armin didn’t feel too good about the situation. He didn’t understand it but it was a gut feeling.
A knowing feeling that things were just getting started.
Armin padded back off to his room and climbed into bed, drawing the covers back over his shoulders as he stared into the dark nothingness of his room. He hoped his parents were okay. That their issues weren’t serious and he could keep them both. He was a child and didn’t understand much but he knew what the word ‘divorce’ meant.
That was the last thing he wanted to happen.
But it did.
And so much more.
Quickly stirring out of sleep, Armin shot up from the pillows, panting through the dark.
He blinked, eyes darting around the space, trying to come to grips that his dream was just that. A dream about old memories.
Unwanted, true, but it was good to get a reminder as to how fucked up his childhood actually was. That dream did nothing but scratch at the surface of what life was like as a kid for him. It never got better. It only got worse.
Though, it wasn’t like he wanted to relive any of that.
He was just fine with keeping 99% of it at the back of his mind.
“Fuck,” he breathed, head dipped down as he ran a hand over his tired face.
He hardly saw them as dreams. His childhood memories were a nightmare. He didn't know how to stop them so he expected them to stop on their own at some point but it was night after night, dealing with the same thing over and over again.
He was sick of it.
“Armin?”
He silenced his thoughts and slowly slid his dark blue eyes towards your half-asleep form. A hand of yours was placed onto his thigh, but your face was full of nothing but worry. Why was that?
“Why do you look so pale? Are you okay?” You asked, preparing to sit up so that you could see him better when he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You didn’t have time to be embarrassed, since you hadn’t brushed your teeth yet, but it didn’t seem to bother him any.
When he pulled back, there was a faint smile on his face that didn’t bother to reach his eyes. Something was wrong and you were positive he wasn’t going to share his thoughts with you on it so was it worth it to continue even trying?
“M’fine baby.” He brushed a hand across your cheek, eyes loomed over in solace. “You worry too much. Go back to sleep. You look tired.” He was caressing your cheek now, thumbing over your cheekbone tenderly. That look in his eyes. Was he in pain? Was he sad? Why did he feel like he couldn’t share any of that with you? Was it so bad that he couldn’t let you in? Too afraid it would’ve scared you away?
At the end of the day, wasn’t that your choice to make?
There was a big part of you that wanted to comfort him about whatever ailed him but you knew him. It wasn't going to make him talk about what was on his mind. Of course you wanted to still let him know that you were there for him but you also worried if he wanted that.
Armin hated being pitied. Taken sympathy on. Feeling like he was weak because he wasn't. He showed his vulnerable side during sex sometimes but it was rare. He also just chose to cry and let you hold him. It didn't satisfy that insatiable need to understand him but for the time being - it was enough.
“Armin…”
He sighed and fell back on the pillows, staring up at the ceiling.
“Don’t.”
“…okay.”
He wasn’t going to let you in. That much was obvious. Still, the desire and hope was there. You wanted to know what had been haunting him for the past couple of weeks and somehow — you were going to figure out a way to get him to talk to you about it.
Maybe it was the only way to free him from those awful nightmares.
The morning zipped by in a blur, creating an air of silence that didn't go unnoticed by him. It was a Saturday and it was the day you were supposed to go apartment hunting with your wonderful boyfriend. Close to twelve in the afternoon, you were touching up on your makeup when Armin walked into the bedroom, eyes boring into yours through the vanity mirror in front of you.
You applied a hint of chanel's tendresse gloss, keeping it light so it'd match the natural look of your makeup, closely watching him through the glass move behind you. His hands smoothed over your exposed shoulders, fingers purposely catching onto the straps of your dress. His soft smile didn't seem to match the way he touched you, the way he looked at you. There was more behind that usual mask of his and just as always – you couldn't read him.
"You look good enough to eat baby," his lips were against the shell of your ear, eyes still holding yours through the mirror, a hand moving up your neck to catch your jaw in a feather-like hold. "If I was sure we’d be able to meet the realtor in under 15 mins, I'd eat you out in 3." A shiver passed over the spine of your back, causing you to straighten it knowing that he rarely joked about something he wanted. "What a shame." He stood back up, "The traffic's going to be a headache at this time of day. Maybe later, hm?"
Armin didn't give you the opportunity to answer when he left the room, no doubt going to the kitchen to grab his tumbler from the fridge to take with him. You blinked and swallowed, thighs pressed tightly together under the vanity.
"I need to finish getting ready," which wasn't exactly what you really wanted to do in that moment but time was flying and it was going to be a bad look if you two showed up late.
Not like you were able to control traffic but the apartment building was only a few blocks over. If it took an hour to get there because of traffic...well you were just going to have to cross that bridge when and if it came.
Once you emerged from the room and into the living room, Armin was sat on the sofa, going through his phone. Upon hearing your favorite pair of heels clack across the hardwood floor, his eyes flickered up and stayed. When you were sitting down at the vanity, he wasn't able to get a good look at your outfit. It was pretty then but as he was looking at it in full now, he was speechless.
You were always dressed so beautifully. Clothing that seemed to mold against your body in the most perfect way. However, the way this pink floral chiffon dress hugged your body – it was incomparable to any of the others.
There was a slight opening just above the swell of your breasts that showed off the feather necklace he'd gifted you sometime ago. The opening got thinner the more it went down your chest, coming to a close at the band sewn into the dress. There were two slits opposite of each other at your torso that moved to the back of the dress, creating openings that were going to be nice against the warm breeze outside. On the left hand side, there was a split in the dress that cut all the way down to your feet. Your left thigh didn't show unless you wanted it to or the wind decided to catch onto it, opening it up on its' own. On your feet were a set of white platform shoes that strapped around your ankles and matched your pretty white painted toes.
You wore light jewelry and your hair was done loosely and messy but still in a somewhat decent fashion that put your entire attire together perfectly.
Armin wondered how you did that. How you always managed to render him wordless, unable to form a single thought upon seeing you so delicately dressed up for him to praise and ogle. It was one of the many reasons why his eyes just couldn't wander to anyone being with you. You were so captivating, enthralling even, it was maddening.
He was so in love with you.
And only you.
Armin made his way over to you and instantly captured your face in between both of his hands, thumbs gently caressing your cheekbones. His eyes were on you, so close and intimately holding your gaze with ease. It was hard to look away, but you didn’t really want to. A deep sea tone that commanded your attention, sung you the prettiest song to keep you still in front of him; unmoving to the gentle tide that tried to whisk you away within the depth of its’ endless waters.
His voice was light when he spoke. Lips barely moving. You would’ve missed it if you were any deeper into your thoughts than you were.
“Let’s go before I get the urge to bend you over the back of that couch and fuck you until I get tired of hearing that pretty voice of yours call out my name.”
Warmth rushed to your cheeks as you merely gasped, finding the will to finally look away from him. The mental image of him succeeding and throwing you over the couch, tossing your dress up and shoving his cock into your willful cunt — it sounded better than viewing a couple of apartments. However, that was more important at the moment. A new apartment was a must.
It was better than eventually getting kicked out for the damage constantly done to it and being unable to control your loud moans throughout the days and nights — all caused by your sweet boyfriend that knew no bounds.
A new apartment was way overdue.
He smirked, “Mm. Come on.”
A hand of his was placed against the lower middle of your back, gently prodding you along and out of the soon to be old apartment.
The first condo was beyond words.
The space was more of what you two needed with the entire apartment going a little over 3,200sqft. It was completely staged with outstanding (and incredibly overpriced) furniture and appliances that were surely all name brand and nothing short of a fat check.
The apartment screamed money and it was money you definitely didn’t have. Luckily, your boyfriend made well over enough to get you two settled somewhere nice and secure. You’d stopped feeling guilty about letting him spend his money on you a long time ago because once he had his mind set on doing something for you — there was nothing you nor anyone could tell him to get him to change his mind.
“This is our penthouse and it’s got gorgeous views, as you can see here,” the realtor mentioned, gesturing with her hand to the large windows that covered the entire opposite side of the room. When you walked up with Armin holding onto one of your hands tightly, your eyes lit up, taking in all of the tall buildings and the peek of the harbour not too far away from where you were. The view was unreal, and looked like a page torn out of a magazine. “This unit has all sorts of natural lighting, from your skylines to the windows in each room. The bathrooms hold skylines of their own with a nice narrow but long window to help when the sun goes down in the evenings.”
“Thank you for letting us view this beautiful space,” your boyfriend spoke, giving the woman an earnest smile. “It’s incredible. Could you allow me and my girlfriend to walk around and get a better feel of the place?”
“Oh my, of course!” her heels clacked one after the other as she quickly headed for the door. “I’ll just be right outside. Let me know if you need anything or have any questions please.”
“We will, thank you so much.”
“Armin,” you whipped around, a warm smile on your face. “I know this is the first place we’re looking at today but I love it already. The natural light, the view, the space — I’m not sure I need to see anymore of this apartment. Could pretty much buy it now.”
He chuckled and dropped your hand, choosing to place both loosely at your waist, looking at you with nothing but endearment, "Alright, alright. Slow down, babe. Whatever you want," he rose a hand to your cheek, watching you lean into it. "I would give you the world. All you have to do is ask."
He was good at talking. Always presenting you with reasons to fall deeper and deeper in love with him. Trapping you with doe eyes that did nothing but create a stronger bond between the two of you that was soon going to be become undoubtedly unbreakable.
Armin gave you everything you could've ever wanted (and often times things you didn't even ask for) but it was all because you were the most important person in his life. No one came close to the love that he had for you, and always felt the unshakable need to show that to you at all times.
It was something you loved most about him.
Then there were the bad sides to him that you were still struggling to understand and help him with.
The last thing you ever wanted to do was give up on him, but sometimes...
Sometimes it was a thought.
"I know," you muttered, looking at his lips, biting down on your own. "I appreciate that but," you rose your eyes back to his and smiled. "All I want is you. All of you."
He smiled sweetly, kissing your nose. "Well you have me."
You wanted to sigh and elaborate on what you meant by 'all' but didn't feel like getting into an argument when the realtor was right outside the door. It was just best to let it go and bury the topic for another time. He was only going to shut you down again so it wasn't worth the wasted energy trying to get him to budge and open up.
"So," you parted from his hold on you and looked around the living room, smiling. "What do you think? Should we keep looking? I like this one a lot but I wonder if there's a place that could possibly outmatch this one."
Armin stuffed his hands in his pockets and let his eyes wander about, catching onto certain aspects that he found to be his favorite.
"We can keep this one in mind and look at a few more. Would hate to miss out on something that could end up checking every single one of our boxes."
You took his hand, fingers gently tracing over his own that stirred the butterflies in his stomach, "Mmm, yes. Let's do that. Come baby."
Like a lovestruck puppy, he followed after you with nothing but love in his eyes, a cheesy smile on his face. He ended up letting your hand go to wrap his arms around your torso from behind, kissing from your neck up to your cheek.
"I love you so fucking much, you know that?"
Your heart skipped a beat, trying to process the fact that each time he told you that, it always felt like the first time all over again. How he was able to make you relive those exact same feelings from that night in his bakery shop where he asked you to be his was a complete wonder to you.
Armin was smooth. Suave. He knew how to play with your pretty heart. Keep you focused on him and him only.
He trained you well.
Feeling his fingers tease at your hips, almost wanting to bunch up your dress enough to reveal your smooth thighs, you swiftly turned around in his arms and watched his dark blues fall on your lips.
They were always so very distracting for him.
"I know all too well." Your hands found solace against his jaw, eyes drifting between his own lips and eyes. "I love you more, my pretty baby."
The skin across his cheeks flushed a deep red as well as his ears indicating that your little pet names had more effect on him than he was willing to let on. Gave him away shamelessly.
He pressed his nose against yours and sighed, closing his eyes, "You're doing something to me. Driving me crazy, I swear," he breathed, gripping at your dress tightly. "There's a realtor not even a few feet from us right now and I could still fuck you up against whatever's the closest surface near us. Like how crazy is that? I can't even think straight around you. It feels like...It feels..."
"It feels so right," you finished, holding him just as close. "You're all I could ever want, Armin. Please know that."
Armin hummed, jaw clenching under your palms. "Don't say that. Please."
You smiled and pecked his lips. "It's true. You're mine...and I'm yours."
He was quiet for a moment and you almost pressed to ask what was on his mind when he finally spoke, "fuck it," and instantly picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You squealed out a laugh as he packed you off to the closest bathroom, "warned you, didn't I?"
And warned you, he did.
When he was done with you, your legs felt like jelly and you were positive the chuckle that came from the realtor wasn't an accident like she had said.
She'd definitely known what went on in that apartment.
Thankfully, she skipped over the topic and took you two to another apartment, letting the awkward atmosphere pass over like a quick shower of rain.
Timing was everything.
When you meet your person, you aren’t sure if they’re right for you. They can check off many of your boxes but at the end of the day — can you trust them? Fully?
It’s hard to know.
Sometimes you have to just take a leap and hope that person will catch you. If not, you’ll fall. Fall...until you’re less than nothing.
Timing…was often times a bitch.
Eren wasn’t sure Mikasa was the right one for him but god did he love that girl with almost every part of him.
She was everything he could ever want…so why did they clash so much?
Ever since that night at the restaurant with a few of his friends, things had been tense between him and her. Nothing seemed to go right.
At first, it was arguing about one of them showering for too long when it never used to be a problem. Then it was Eren accidentally leaving an empty carton of juice in the fridge. Mikasa was beyond annoyed and told him he never thought about her anymore. He came back with a light response that showed he was barely present in the conversation and she stormed off to the bedroom, slamming the door.
Some days…they didn’t speak at all.
Avoided one another like the plague.
It was work and then coming home, eating dinner, sliding in a quick shower and sleeping with their backs facing the other.
The relationship was hanging on by a thin piece of thread that threatened to snap at any given moment.
Mikasa was at her wits’ end and asked if you were free to come over.
Armin was busy at the shop and thankfully Eren was working with him so it was just you and her, alone in the apartment.
On your way to the apartment, you couldn’t stop smiling. Your sweet boyfriend had brought you flowers and a pretty card and surprised you the moment you’d woken up. He’d told you it was because he was thinking about you.
How fucking sweet was that?
Then, of course, he had his face in between your legs with your thighs clamped against his head and your hands threaded into his pretty blond hair, moaning out his name loud enough for your more-than-tired neighbors to hear.
Moreover, it was a simple gesture that went a long way for you. Naturally, you couldn’t help but weigh the good and bad parts of your relationship with him but somehow — he always made sure to make up for those silly fights you’d have. He knew just how to put a smile back on your face and made you forget what the arguments were even about.
He wasn’t the most perfect boyfriend around but he was just enough for you.
Though…you couldn’t really say the same about Mikasa’s relationship with Eren.
Theirs was clearly on the rocks, ready to get lost at sea.
All you could do was be there for her, and listen.
“He’s fucking someone else,” Mikasa mumbled, staring blankly at her hands that were in front of her. “I know it. M’not stupid. Probably that bitch from high school. It's fuckin' Historia. I just fucking know it.”
You sighed. There was no reason to start coming up with a bunch of assumptions that were probably not even true. Communication was a key point to a relationship and theirs lacked a lot of it.
"Just talk to him, Mika. I'm sure you have nothing to worry about."
She pouted before drinking the rest of her wine. "Whatever. I don't even wanna know. I plan on leaving him anyway." Your eyes were quickly on her, watching her reach for the bottle of wine to pour herself another glass. That bit of news made your head spin. Were things really that bad off that she couldn't stick it out with him any longer? It made you wonder what they were going through. If there was more behind what she chose to tell you instead of how things actually were.
There was even that sense of disconnect. Did Mikasa not trust you with what was on her mind nowadays?
You even began to weigh the option of her knowing how busy your life tended to be, and chose to not bother you with her relationship problems anymore. If that was the case — it made you sick to your stomach because you never wanted to give her the impression that you were too busy for her. She was your best friend. You'd never do that to her.
Not intentionally, anyway.
Whatever the case was, it all needed to get straightened out.
Before she could've poured the dark liquid into the empty glass, you managed to snatch it out of her hand and set it further down the table. She fussed but didn't make any moves to reach for it again. Just stared at the table with a far away look in her eyes that said more than she could've verbally told you.
With a sigh, you slid off of the couch and onto the floor next to her. There was a period of silence that you took to gather your thoughts and she pulled her legs up to her chest, tears prickling at her eyes. You had to look away as you tossed an arm around her shoulders to keep yourself from crying with her. It was what she needed most. Your presence. She needed to feel that it was okay to let out all of those pent up emotions she felt about Eren and their dying relationship. So, you gave her the space to do it.
"Thank you for that, by the way," she mumbled against the skin of her arm, lips pressed against it and looking straight ahead. "I'm really not a fan of drinking but sometimes... Sometimes it feels like I need it. Eren is sucking the life out of me. We just don't work anymore, you know? We just don't work anymore and I see that now." She let out a dry laugh, sniffling. "That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt to know that. I mean, we've been together for a while. We don't argue like that. We were so compatible. What the hell happened?"
The idea of him cheating seemed so far from what you hoped was the actual reason for their falling out. Eren didn't seem like someone that'd do that to someone like Mikasa. Especially someone that he claimed on many occasions how in love he was with her. It just didn't make sense but you weren't someone to pry. It wasn't any of your business. Whatever Mikasa decided to share was all you were going to get.
"I don't care anymore," she wiped her snotty nose on her arm and leaned back against the couch, head tilted back to stare up at the ceiling now. "If he is cheating, then he can pack his shit up and stay with that bitch. I don't fucking care." She released a breath and moved to stand up, hooking a finger around the skinny handle of the wine glass to pick up on her way. "He’s nothing to me now. I'm done."
As you watched her saunter off to the kitchen to no doubt distract herself by washing out the glass and storing it back in the cabinet, you couldn't help but sigh. It felt like there was nothing that you could've done to prevent things from getting so out of hand and maybe that was just the case. It had nothing to do with you but that didn't stop you from caring about your best friend and what she was going through. She loved Eren so you knew how hard it was for her to come to that conclusion. You just wondered if it was the right decision or not.
Again, it had nothing to do with you.
It wasn’t your place and you understood that.
Didn’t mean it didn’t still bother you though.
“Hey,” Mikasa poked her head from around the corner, “Did you wanna stay for dinner? Made spaghetti.”
Her eyes begged you to stay. How could you even think about declining an offer like that? Especially when she needed you the most.
A warm smile bloomed across your face, standing up to your feet. “I would love to. Need help setting the table?”
The light came back in her eyes almost instantly at knowing you weren’t leaving anytime soon. She nodded.
“That would be great.”
.x. .x. .x.
Back at the cafe, Armin was dealing with a slow day.
As it usually would’ve been looked at as a disappointment, it was nothing but a reprieve for him since he was usually busy. Even on Mondays.
So, it was nice to only have around fifty people come throughout the entire day.
He was wiping a few tables down when Eren tapped him on the shoulder, face slightly drained of color as he finally settled on how he was going to approach his friend after days of holding his thoughts in.
The blond pulled an airpod out, turning to the brunette with a brow raised, “yeah?”
Just from the look on Eren’s face, Armin had a feeling what this was going to be about. Of course. Of course he was still troubled by the sight of seeing his friend fucking his girlfriend on the hood of his car. There had never been a time he’d seen something like that with his best friend or really anywhere at anytime. Naturally, it was a shock.
Armin wondered if the boy was going to need therapy of some kind if this conversation steered the way he had a feeling it was going to.
“Uh,” Eren twisted at his uniform, feeling incredibly awkward. “So about that boner I got seeing you guys-“
“Uh, what?” Armin’s eyes were wide in confusion.
So maybe not therapy then.
Eren sighed, dropping his hands by his sides. “Yeah. It was just a reaction. I don’t know. Just didn’t want you to think I was standing there like it was free porn or something.” He frowned a little, looking off to the side. “I mean it was but…not the point. Just saying sorry. I guess? I mean, it was weird of me to do. Not weirder than you two fucking out in the open but weird that I saw a little of it and sped walked away like that.”
For minutes, Armin stood there, blinking. What was he to think? He didn’t even notice how aroused Eren had gotten from catching the two of you like that. He figured it was natural. Though, he wasn’t sure how natural since he was pretty positive that wasn’t something that would’ve happened to him.
He squinted at the taller boy, mind flooding with thoughts that began to boil at his blood. Speaking of which, none of that even made sense. Why did he get a boner from that? Was it you? Was his suspicions right all along? Was Eren…physically attracted to you?
Couldn’t blame him, could he? Armin had a sexy girlfriend. Innocent and pretty but wore the sluttiest little outfits. Paraded yourself around like you didn’t have an extremely crazy boyfriend that would do just about anything to keep you his.
He smirked to himself. If it was true, he couldn’t kill him. Not by a long shot. It even touched at his ego a little bit knowing that you were possibly someone Eren wanted but couldn’t have.
It was merely an assumption he was making but what if he was right? He was honestly pretty sure he was but there was only one way to find out.
Armin took his other airpod out and leaned against the table, crossing his arms over his chest. Eren couldn’t help but make a face at the look on Armin’s, the way he looked the exact opposite of how Eren thought he was going to look.
“Listen, I get it. She’s cute. Mm,” he frowned, paused and then shook his head. “No, no that doesn’t sound right for this kind of conversation. She’s fucking hot.” He grinned and Eren blinked, swallowing at the mention of you again. “Why else did you stay and watch? Hm? I mean,” he shrugged, “I would’ve done the same thing. Then you know her. Like really know her, you know? I don’t blame you at all, if that’s what you’re thinking. Don’t worry, it’s okay.”
Nothing about having that halfwit stare at his girlfriend like that was ‘okay’ to Armin but he needed to get some sort of visual confirmation. Something real and not from his delusional mind of thinking that there was something below the surface with you and Eren. He knew he could go a little overboard with thinking you were always getting hit on, but something about the two of you felt right to him. Like he was close to the truth he’d known of all along. And foolish Eren was going to give him the proof (and reason) he needed to wipe him from the face of the earth.
He’d make him disappear. Subtly. Not a trace of him left for anyone to find. Heartbroken and sick with worry of a family and curious friends wouldn’t find a thing. Even still, that didn’t mean Armin was going to kill him. No. He had connections. Just enough to shove Eren into some desolated uncharted island, never to be heard from again. Willingly, at that because he’d be under contract. Oath, even, to not say a word to anyone or ever try to come back into the public eye again. That if he did, that was fair game.
Then Armin would’ve really had a reason to kill him.
But he was a good man. Eren didn’t deserve to die. No, that was a little far on the psychotic spectrum. Armin wasn’t that crazy. He was just protective. You were important to him. So important, that he was willing to do just about anything to keep you by his side. That included willingly or by force but only if he had to. However, he knew there was no forcing you. He never had to make that kind of decision for you. You loved him by choice and that was how he preferred things.
For now, at least.
Anyway, back to the loser in front of him.
What to do with someone that was so clearly after your own girlfriend? The answer wasn’t really that simple. You see, Mikasa was involved. They were together. She probably had zero inkling about Eren’s little crush on you and that was fine. Armin was able to deal with that. There were too many ways to work that out.
Of course, he had the option of figuring out what about their relationship was driving Eren away and what Armin needed to do to fix that. One of the reasons was surely because of his attraction towards you but that other reason — he just wasn’t too sure of. Mikasa was a great person. She was selfless, loving, not too overbearing and had a steady job. Not only was she beautiful physically but also internally. Everything anyone could ever want — except Eren, it seemed.
Was he tired? Bored of her? Did he need another distractio-
“Well I’ll be dammed,” Armin said out loud, eyes blown wide with the perfect idea plastered at his frontal lobe. He had it. A way to get rid of Eren, organically. Well, as organic as he was going to be able to make it without it coming off completely fabricated. “You aren’t happy. I can see that,” Eren quirked his head to the side, eyebrows creased together.
“Uh…what are you talking abou-”
“Sooo,” Armin pushed off the table he was previously leaned against and began pacing back and forth, hand on chin in thought. “I was thinking just now, what if I found someone new for you to talk to?”
Eren stared at him blankly for a moment, trying to wrap his mind around what his friend was going on about. Someone new? He had Mikasa. He didn’t think he needed someone else. He just needed to fix things with her and then everything was going to go back to normal. What was he getting to?
Armin’s face relaxed into a laugh, throwing his hands up. Truthfully, he looked like he lost it when in fact — he’d never saw the world more clearer.
“I got it.” He walked up to his friend, and placed his hands on Eren’s broad shoulders, relief in his sea blue eyes. “Christie.” At the mention of her name, Eren shook his head and began walking away. Armin was hot on his heels, knowing he could drive this idea home. “Come onnn. I remember seeing you two talking the other day. It looked like you were really interes-“
“Yeah,” Eren spun around, Armin almost walking smack into him. His face was full of tension, remembering that night the blond decided to bring up the little meeting with him and her. “I remember too. I also remember you telling Mikasa all about it at that dinner the other night.” Armin cringed at the memory, knowing it real was a dick move to do. In his defense, if Eren hadn’t flirted with you right in front of his face like he hadn't been there — he wouldn’t had to get creative and cause him problems. It was his fault. “Thanks for that by the way. Wonder why me and Mika have been having so many problems lately.” He spun back around and headed for the kitchen, annoyed with the entire topic already.
Armin sighed, rolling his eyes. “God, when are you gonna get over that? I said I was sorry. Anyway, maybe you should meet up with Christie again and-“
“No, maybe you should stay out of my fucking business for once and just be my fucking friend instead of being a part time asshole and a part time instigator!”
Eren was in his face now and whereas it didn’t threaten Armin, it was irritating. He had no right to get upset over something that wasn’t nearly his fault. Eren’s failing relationship was due to his own issues with crushing on you and lying to Mikasa about it. Lying to her about his feelings for her and lying to himself all at the same time. It had nothing to do with him. If anything, Armin saw his involvement as actually trying to help him while also helping himself. He wasn’t at fault here.
“You know,” Armin stepped towards him as well, clearing any bit of distance that was still left in between them. The proud grin on Armin’s face made Eren’s blood boil, fists balled up at his sides. “You act put together but you’re falling apart at the seams my friend,” he began to circle the taller, dark blues sizing him up. “Mikasa can see it. I can see it. We all can.” He stopped in front of him again, head tilted. “Aren’t you afraid?”
Puzzled, Eren frowned. “Afraid? Afraid of what?”
In that split second of silence, Armin looked like he was frozen in place. Eyes unblinking and body so still. It almost scared the other until the blond finally spoke up, worrying him more by his words instead.
“Afraid of losing it all.”
➝ chapter two coming soon!
➝ armin a. playlist
➝ end note: if you want to be tagged in future chapters for this fic, let me know by commenting, sending in an ask or dming me!
➝ based off of ‘@/e_m.w’s’ art on tiktok (and ig) of armin that was based off of the song ‘meant to be yours’ by jamie muscato & the west end cast for heathers the musical!
"a man in love is like a wounded animal; rabid and dangerous. willing to do anything to protect what's his. there is no rational thinking or real consideration of the situation. a man in love will kill if he has to."
in which, armin wants you all to himself and will do anything to make that happen. even if he has to get a little blood on his hands, all of the obstacles will be removed. you’ll belong to him. you’ll love him, just like before. yes, you’ll see.
tags ➝ mean armin, toxic behavior, slight violence (a little door breaking - nothing crazy), possessive!armin, manipulation, praising/degradation, lots of swearing, he fucks you on the hood of his car, bit of dubcon, smut
a/n ➝ this is a repost since i had to let my precious account go. however, the new chapter will be up later today so enjoy the recap! rbs are more than appreciated btw ♡
‘dear, you’ masterlist ➝ chapter one (coming soon)
“So, how are you and Armin doing?” Mikasa asked, eyes moving from you to your boyfriend that was seated across from you, making sure not to miss a single expression that was going to cross his face. “Heard about the problems.” She winced, “Just want to make sure it’s all good now."
The energy in the space shifted to an uncomfortable degree, issuing an immediate silence between you and Armin. Your blood pulsed faster, sweat beginning to form at the palm of your hands. You removed them from in between your thighs and wiped them along the black dress that you were wearing. The fabric managed to feel even tighter and restricting than it had when you'd first put it on earlier. The air even stiffened under the sudden cloud of tension above the table, almost giving you the sense of being unable to breathe.
What did he say? What did he tell me to say to a question like this? Fuck, I can't remember, you thought to yourself, eyes darting between Mikasa, your best friend, to the rest of the group. It was a struggle to not look at Armin, but you fought the urge because he was surely pissed after knowing that you had went and ran your mouth to the one person he'd told you not to go to. He's going to kill me. I need to say that everything's fine. Yes. Everything's okay and I was exaggerating.
You couldn't help but recall what had happened back at the apartment, just before you two had left to meet your friends at the restaurant.
— flashback.
“I don’t want to go,” you told him, hip cocked to the side and eyebrows creased inward.
Armin gave you a raised eyebrow, wondering what had suddenly gotten into you. “And why not?”
You rolled your eyes, making your first mistake, “because.”
He sent you a blank look as he crossed the short distance towards you, “Doesn’t sound like a very good reason. You’re going. It’s not open for discussion.”
Your frown deepened, trying to not pout. You wanted to stand your ground because it’s wasn’t fair that he was trying to drag you somewhere you didn't feel like even going. It was a night out at a nice restaurant with your friends but you feel like going. You'd suggested to reschedule but Armin wasn't having it.
Though, he couldn't force you to go. You had free will.
Who did he think he was?
With that shot of confidence within you, a smirk spread across your lips. “Yeah, well. Not going. Now the discussion is closed. Like you said, not open right?”
Armin could feel a vein throb at his temple. He’s had to deal with your resistance for the past 15 minutes, and was slowly losing his patience with you. He was trying to be understanding and very patient with you, but he was losing his resolve.
You could see it across his face, and felt a swell of satisfaction fill up in your chest.
He never made you do anything.
Always had let it be up to you.
It didn't look like it was going to be one of those times.
"Listen, you’re really pissing me off. It would be nice if you went along with this but seeing that you’d prefer to fight back,” Armin backed you against the wall, your arms stiff by your side as you watched him take your jaw in one of his soft, warm hands. The very same hands he’d had all over you in the shower earlier. “Might need to fuck a little respect back into you. Would you say that you need more training?”
Years of taking care of himself and living stress free did wonders for his skin. no scarring, no blemishes and not a wrinkle in sight. He looked like a porcelain doll. His short, blond hair was way more gorgeous and softer with a better look; your fingers itching to touch the pretty locks but it was the way he eyed you down that held you still.
"I asked you a question, sweetheart. Gonna answer it?”
You swallowed, and tilted your chin up at him in clear defiance and said, “Do what you want. I’m not going. I’ve made that pretty clear.”
His other hand drifted down your side, and made it to the edge of your dress, smirking. “Have you now?” his fingers teased as they lifted up the thin fabric, dark eyes watching the way your chest moved a bit faster with each breath you took in. “I highly doubt you can’t be swayed.” He moved to the flimsy article you called ‘underwear’ and pushed it to the side, slipping a single digit between your wet folds to circle at your clit.
“Ah! Armin,” you breathed out, holding onto his arm to keep yourself upright. “What are yo-“
"Teaching you a lesson. Now shut up and let me touch you. Might get you out of going.” He kissed along your pretty neck, nipping at your skin here and there. “Sound good?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, glad that you fought back.
Worked like a charm, you thought to yourself, getting picked up and taken to the bedroom.
You stood in the bathroom, leaned up against the sink when you heard your phone ping from the bedroom. Setting the mascara down, you peeked your head out into the hallway and listened in trying to locate where Armin was in the apartment. The sound of a cup clinking to the counter in the kitchen gave you the confirmation that you were looking for so you decided that you were going to check your phone right after you were done.
There was a chat with Eren open in your cell and if Armin saw that – there was no denying that he was going to take it wrong, as per usual.
It never took much to stir up his jealousy issues when it came to you.
"Almost done," you mumbled to yourself, finishing up.
"Why are you texting Eren?"
"Ah!" You dropped your mascara into the sink, getting the tip completely wet from previously using the faucet to brush your teeth. "Shit, Armin," you glanced at him with an irritated look before picking the small brush up and shoving it back into its' cylinder container. "Scared the hell out of me. What do you wan-"
"Why. Are. You. Texting him," he asked you again, jaw clenching and ticking with every passing second that he went without a logical answer to the 'issue'. "The hell are you two even talking about when we're gonna see him in 15 minutes?" Cerulean eyes searched your face just in case you tried lying to him because you were never really a very good liar.
You sighed, and pushed your hip into the sink to lean against it, "He was asking me for advice." You shrugged, looking away. "He told me not to tell anyone so I'm keeping my word but it was a friendly conversation. Maybe you can ask him about it when we see him soon, but I can't say.” With that, you faced the mirror again and checked your makeup.
Armin observed the way that you were dressed and frowned at how short your dress was. Why was it so short? Why didn't you wear it before tonight? And he didn't buy you that so did you go shopping without him knowing or something? Was it a gift? Was it from Sasha? Mikasa? Or maybe even Jean?
No.
His eyes narrowed.
Short dresses were a sign for something else. The message would’ve been completely different if it were from any of your platonic friends but when it came to Eren...
He didn’t trust him as far as he could’ve thrown him.
You were putting on lipstick as you spoke up, "Hey, so are you ready to go-"
"Take off the dress. Now."
Your head turned to look at him with a scowl, "Excuse me? No. Why? We would be late if I changed now."
"Don't care. Take it off and find something else because you're not wearing this around him," Armin retorted, getting angrier the more he stared at the fabric wrapped around your body. "Sure he's the one that gave this to you so I want you to take it off and I'll trash it later. Then I can start to forgive you for provoking me in the first place."
"Are you insane?" You put a pause on finishing your makeup and faced him again. "I'm not changing, Armin. We're leaving soon so just wait for me in the living room, okay?"
He was about to open his mouth to speak again when he got the door slammed in his face. There was a brief pause as took the silence to count to twenty so he didn't blow up and ruin the night for you two. It was obvious that you were trying to get under his skin but he wasn't going to let you. He had to stay calm and composed because otherwise...
Armin placed a hand against the wood of the door, clenching and releasing a fist a few times. "Open the door."
It wasn’t locked so he could’ve easily walked right back in but he was trying to give you a chance to clean up your own mess. He also didn’t want to walk into the restaurant with any bad tension between you two so he didn’t make a move to open it.
"No," he heard you say from the other side and he could feel his patience with you thinning the more he stood there.
He hated doors in general. Wanted to always know what you were doing and who you were talking to. If he wasn't about him or to him, it was a problem. If it was with Eren... You were seeing a side to Armin you didn't like to see.
So why did you always make him have to get so mean?
He hated yelling at you or getting too upset with you. Making you cry. He hated it all, but you did it. You brought that side out of him and never took his feelings into account.
Did you even care about him like he cared about you?
Loved him as much as he loved you?
He took a deep breath. Not only did he hate doors but especially ones that got slammed in his face.
That really pissed him off.
"You have 3 seconds to open this door or I'm tearing it down. Do you understand?"
He didn’t receive any sort of answer back and he sighed.
You were so difficult sometimes.
“Three.”
Silence.
He frowned.
“Two.”
He heard shuffling from behind the door and took a step back, thinking it was the sound of you getting ready to open the door. He smirked to himself. The counting thing worked sometimes, it seemed.
Except it didn’t this time.
Click.
The door locked instead and there wasn’t a proper word to describe what he was feeling. If you wanted to go to the restaurant in a sour mood, then fine by him.
He’d tried to warn you.
“Fuck it.”
He hoped you were far enough from the door because as soon as he raised a leg and kicked at the doorknob, the wood didn’t waste any time splitting at impact. He heard you shriek from the inside and couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face as he gave it a final push with his shoulder, busting the door completely off of its’ hinges.
You were pushed up against the sink, mouth open in shock but didn’t have time to do much else when you felt him grab at your elbow and shove you against the opposite wall, cheek hitting the cool surface of it.
“You know,” he muttered low into your ear, the front of his body pressed against your backside, holding both of your wrists at the lower end of your back with one hand while the other gripped a fistful of your hair. “You call me the worst sometimes but it’s all because of you. Maybe if you stopped always trying to piss me off, I wouldn’t have to be so scary. Am I scary enough for you now? Huh?”
You whimpered against the wall, feeling tears prickle at the corners hearing his voice get louder.
“Say something or I swear to god-“
“Sorry.”
He rose a brow and leaned in closer, “Kinda low. What was that?”
You sniffled, feeling pressure in your shoulder from the position he had you in, “I said…I’m sorry. Happy?”
He was quiet for a moment and you wondered if that was enough to appease him. He was dramatic. Lived for the flare of things. He took great pride in the way he made you beg for his forgiveness during intense arguments. He always got his way but you never let him get it easily. You fought him every single time, and it wasn’t like he didn’t like that.
You were difficult to get under control and he liked the unpredictability of you.
Made it more fun and enjoyable when he got to see you crack.
Armin skimmed his nose along your neck, sending tingles down your spine. It was not the time but the throbbing in between your legs was telling you something differently. Was this his final hand? Making you squirm and beg to be fucked? Was it much different from grovelling at his feet for forgiveness?
“Happy? No. Not yet. I wanna see your mouth full of my cock and maybe then I’ll be satisfied.”
— present.
You blinked back into reality, remembering where you were.
Oh. That's right.
You were in in a hole for the mistake of blabbering to Mikasa about what had happened the other night.
The thought of lying to Mikasa made you feel sick to your stomach. The last thing you wanted to do was have her worry about you but you worried about your own wellbeing. It was a moment of weakness, that other night at the bar. Your mouth ran like water coming out a faucet and you couldn't stop it. Was it so bad for her to know? It wasn't, but with Armin now in the know that you were beginning to tell her what was happening back at the apartment - he was definitely going to punish you for it later. You needed to clean this up and fast.
You released a surprisingly steady breath before focusing your gaze on her. Even pulled up a convincing smile to shut her worries down.
"Sorry for worrying you like that," you giggled. "I was so drunk that night. I was talking about this story I've been working on and must've said Armin instead of the male character I'm writing about. We're fine!" Your eyes finally cut towards him, breathing picking up, worried that what you told Mikasa wasn't convincing enough and needed his approval through his eyes. "Aren't we, baby?"
It didn't come across as though he was upset but you knew him better than the others. Intimately, even. His calm demeanor in stressful situations could never fool you. There was more behind those innocent and deceiving eyes of his. Pools of blue that swirled with persuasion and free of guilt that masked how utterly infuriated and deranged he actually was on the inside.
He wasn't the same person that you started dating three years ago.
Not even close.
It was raining that day.
— flashback.
Sheets of water came pouring down out of the sky, people jogging to shops or to their vehicles to seek shelter. The rain had come out of nowhere and no one was prepared in the slightest.
You definitely weren’t one of the lucky ones.
With just a silk blouse with slacks and heels on, the water didn't waste any time quickly soaking into your clothes. You quickly ran into the nearest shop you could get into and was immediately hit with the smell of freshly baked bread and oven ready cookies in the air.
The bakery shop wasn't all that big but it was spacious enough to fit a couple of people in it to shelter from the onslaught of rain that flooded the streets outside.
You quickly sought out refuge by the far part of the room, watching as the people that had the same idea to use the bakery as coverage from the shower outside decide to line up and buy something as the sweet enticing aroma of baked goods seduced their hungry bellies. You clutched your bag, eyes catching what was in the display glasses, pulling the strap back onto your shoulder. Since you were stuck in the shop for who knew how long, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to get a danish or two with some coffee.
When you walked up and joined the line, your eyes quickly moved to the menu that was shown from a massive screen just above the register so it wasn’t difficult to see from where you were. The bakery had much to offer. There was nothing that sounded unappealing to you so it made your final decision a lot harder than you were expecting.
“Sweetie, just one okay?” The mother in front of you told her son, eyebrows furrowed in mild stress at the small show he was putting on about what he really wanted. “I promise if you like it, I will buy another one for you. Just try one and we’ll see, okay?”
The son’s face was blotched in red and messy tears, cheeks extra dark from him rubbing them with force to rid his face of the waterworks. “No, I’ll like it, I promise! Please, Mom!”
She sighed, rubbing at her forehead, feeling the energy to combat him on the decision drain from her body; the argument not worth it anymore. Not since she didn’t want to continue to disturb everyone anymore than she had.
She nodded, “Sure, sure.”
His face quickly cleared up and a bright smile took over, a hand instantly coming up to take hers again. “Thanks, Mom!”
“Mhm.”
The line moved quite fast. There was only one man in front of the son and mother in front of you so you had to come to some sort of decision before it was time for you to order.
Everything looked delicious but you had to stick with the danishes. You were sure it wasn’t going to be like the ones from starbucks, but you were up for trying them anyway. Maybe to even give them bigger props than expected.
Within the blink of an eye, it was your turn.
“Hi, what can I get you?”
“Hi, uh yeah, could you just get me two cheese danishes and a small cup of your iced caramel macchia-“ You’d been looking down at your purse, in search of your wallet. When you found it and looked back up, you’d caught an eyeful of one of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen.
Hair so beautifully blond and golden underneath the recessed lighting, obviously shaved at the sides and possibly the back in an undercut. His brows were dark and thin but naturally arched, moving into deep oceans of blue that were his eyes, mesmerizing at first sight. Haunting and bright at the same time. His nose slimmed down to a point, almost button-like but it was sharp enough to give his face that right amount of edge. Jawline as razor-sharp as diamonds and lips as plush and soft as pillows. Tinted with a mix of red and pink, but only slightly. Just enough for you to struggle pulling your eyes away from them and back to his captivating blues, remembering why you were even standing there.
You blinked, “Sorry, um,” He smiled a bit, having noticed the way you were looking at him, but ignored it for now. “So yeah, just the danishes and the iced caramel macchiato with it half and half, 2 shots of espresso, hazel nut syrup and extra caramel drizzle.”
“Mmm,” the guy input the order into the machine in front of him, your eyes stuck on how pretty his hands were. Slender and unblemished, fingers much longer than your own. Come to think of it, he wasn’t a short guy. Had on a white buttoned up shirt, black slacks and a black apron tied and fitted around his lean form. He was definitely one of the cutest guys you’d come in contact with in a long while. “That sounds really good,” he commented, lashes down as he finished up the order. “Might make me one later.”
His voice… Smooth like honey and warm as a summer’s day. Fresh and inviting. You couldn’t look away.
He looked back up and you almost felt a little bad about not giving him an immediate response if it weren’t for his kind smile that seemed to have told you that it was okay.
“All set! It’ll be $10.25.” You handed him one of your bank cards and he swiped it, handing it back to you. The machine spat out your receipt that thankfully had an order number on it. “It’ll be ready within 5, if that’s okay?”
Instead of instantly making eye contact, you noticed the name tag on his apron and smiled a little, looking back. “That's fine. Thank you.”
You took a step to the side and the next person walked up to the counter. It was on instinct that as you walked further away, you took a glance at him from over your shoulder and noticed that he’d already been looking at you. Pretty blue pools flickered back to the customer, unstirred by the amount of eye contact you two had shared.
How long had it been since you’d dated someone? A year? Maybe two? You’d been single for a while but it was your choice. After a particularly bad break up, you didn’t want to jump into another straightaway. No plans of going down a similar route that had equal chance of ending the same way the last one did.
Even so…
It seemed the cute baker with the pretty blond hair was the exception.
The first date was nice. The second date felt familiar and by the third and fourth date, things just fell into place.
The last date was at the bakery shop, where you two first met.
You were sat atop the counter, Armin in between your legs, hunched over with his arms circled around your waist to hold you steady. After making a big fuss on how sanitary it was for you to sit on the counter, he was quick to settle your disgruntlement down by cooing out little “it’s okays’” making sure you knew that it wasn’t a big deal. He’d only closed about an hour ago and it needed to be wiped down anyway. Even so, you weren't the kind of person to ever make it easy for him.
"So I've been thinking," you started talking, playing with his hair by running your hands through it.
"Uh oh, that's never a good sign," he teased, closing his eyes and focusing on your touch.
You frowned before laughing, "Hear me out. I really like you Armin and I think...I think I want..." Why was it so hard to tell him how you felt? Was it the sweat that began prickling through your skin or was it the rapid beat of your heart, worried that it was so loud he'd hear it? Usually, it was hard conveying your feelings with words if he stared at you but his eyes were closed this time so maybe it would be easier. "I think I want more...More of..."
Armin took one of your wrists and opened his eyes as he brought it up to his lips, kissing your warm skin gently. "Mmm, is that right? More of what?"
You were almost hypnotized by watching him trace his lips over and across your wrist and hand, moving slowly towards your fingers. Dark eyes trained on you, waiting to hear more.
"I don't..." Trying to think about your next set of words and not about how good his touch felt. It was like fighting a losing battle.
"Use your words and tell me. I want to hear it."
Your chest rose and fell expeditiously, trying to hold onto your resolve as it began slipping right through your fingers. How did he expect you to answer if what you wanted to tell him was getting further and further away from you with every touch he made?
"Armin-" you muttered weakly.
He instantly let go of your wrist and straightened his back. You felt him place his hands on your hips and used the pockets of your jeans to tug you towards him, legs spread even wider around him. You gasped realizing just how close his face was to yours, lips just inches of away from devouring your sanity. Eyelids lowered and sea blues focused on the way your tongue pushed through your plush lips, licking away the sudden dryness along your bottom lip. The grip at your hips tightened.
"Fuck," he growled out, "I wanna fuck you right on this counter." He let out a breathless laugh, cheeks a shade of red from the heat of tension fired between you and him. "I know that's skipping several steps to this but I can't help it. You're doing something to me that I've never felt before. I want you so fucking bad. So bad and it's all because of who you are. The way you speak like you're not sure if you wanna jump off of the cliff or not. That you're being begged by the sea below to dive but you're too stubborn. Can't make a final decision to save your life."
Armin was unlike any other guy you’d ever met. None of them had been a sweet little baker, so caring and worried over if you ate breakfast, lunch and dinner. Always reminding you to drink water throughout the day, get a good amount of rest at night rather than stay up and write as you usually would. He even took you out to spots that would help with your inspiration. Gave you gifts for the holidays and your birthday that were store bought but also made by him. He showed you he cared in various ways — it wasn’t hard to fall in love with him. Nothing felt better than when he was near you and it made you believe that this was it. He was what you’d been searching for.
All of those nights spent crying over different men that told you they loved you — all of it was to get you through to Armin. The wait was well worth it. It was just on you whether you wanted to take the next step with him. He wasn’t your boyfriend…but maybe he needed to be.
Trust was something hard to come by. You don’t meet someone and fully trust them after a couple of months. Not even a year. A broken heart knows when it’s in danger and it protects itself. Knows when to shut someone out and board the walls up with bricks and stone, toughening the inside from the outside hurt.
That was what you had to do back then. You had to protect yourself. You refused to go through that kind of pain again.
However…did Armin seem like one of those mistakes? He treated you so nicely, loved you so warmly — did he not deserve the same chance as the rest?
“Please,” he whispered, lips now against your neck, arms wrapped tightly around you. “Tell me what you’re thinking. I need to know what you're thinking right now.”
“I-” your hands slid up to his shoulders, holding him there. “I want you. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine.” He didn’t move from where he was. It was like he knew there was more you wanted to say. “I’m so tired of fighting my real feelings for you. We flirt, we go on dates, we take care of each other. We do all of the things couples do but I’ve been too afraid to label it. Some say it’s okay to love someone labeless but for me,” your nails dug into the fabric of his shirt, sniffling. “I need that. I want that. I want-”
“Be my girlfriend.”
Armin quickly pulled back and took your face in his hands, eyes blown wide and completely vulnerable. It was like looking right into his heart. His very soul, rather. He’d fallen for you and hard. That much was obvious. Armin…did he love you too? “Say you’ll be mine. God, please say it. Right now. I need to hear you say it, baby. Two words. Give me just two words, won’t you?” His voice was rushed and anxious. Tone dipped in places that convinced you that he wanted this just as much as you did. Maybe more.
You blinked and searched those pretty blues for any last slip ups before granting him exactly what he wanted to hear. What you wanted him to hear.
“I’m yours."
— present.
Armin was a dream when you met him but overtime...you began to see sides of him that you never thought could exist.
It was why you felt compelled to clean up the mess that you'd made from that night at the bar with Mikasa.
He pulled up a similar smile to yours before nodding, eyes on her. "More than fine. Almost wanted to rip that dress right off of her before coming here but you know," he glanced at you, a glint of something unknown flashing in his eyes before he was back to giving Mikasa his undivided attention. "I so do hate being late to these kinds of things. Now," he picked up his menu again, trying to find something the least bit of appetizing and to steer the conversation elsewhere. "-let's order, shall we?"
The tension that loomed over your heads floated away as a new conversation about Eren and Mikasa's engagement took over; one that had happened a few days ago. You were happy for them but you'd been too busy letting Armin make out with your needy cunt in the dressing room of some poor boutique that day to give your best friend the proper celebratory congrats.
"What a pretty little pussy you've got here, baby," Armin mumbled against your folds, tongue rolling over the sensitive bud that he knew could get you to make some of the most sinful sounds he'd ever heard. "I could stay in between your legs for hours."
You were leaned up against the wall of the dressing room, one leg on his shoulder while the other quivered with each kiss, suckle and lick he made against your clit. "Fuck, Armin," you breathed shakily, fighting to stay upright. "What if we get caught? Someone's going to catch us. I just know i- Ah!"
You looked down was met with an amused grin, mischievous blue eyes swirling with gall, "Stop whining or someone will come in here. Do you wanna be heard? Bet you do," he had your clit between his teeth, but it didn't hurt. Truthfully, the opposite. Sliding the sensitive ball of nerves back and forth, tongue lapping across it. "Such a slut, you are. Go on. Let'em hear so they can see what a mess you are right now. Mmm," he leaned back a bit and stared at your cunt like a plate of his favorite food was staring right back at him. Hungry for more. "My little mess."
Your face flushed with heat as you tried to look away from him but he was so enthralling. It was the way he was looking at you. Such a private part of you, it should've been embarrassing and maybe you did feel a bit exposed but you liked that. Liked how he treated your pussy like he was as in love with it as he was with you. Sometimes soft touches, easing your folds open like a pretty flower and gently running his tongue over that little bundle of nerves before fitting a few fingers into your miserable cunt, falling to pieces hearing you wail in ecstasy.
Armin was so attentive to you, it was almost unfair. How did you manage to get a man as perfect as him?
But that was a memory that you didn't really want to dig up again.
Though, moments like that were one of the only times that you felt like he was the same Armin from when you two first started dating. Sometimes it was nice to look back on those times, but not right now.
Not when you were being silently judged by the very same guy you were in a relationship with.
Armin sat across from you and was still looking over his menu but you could feel his eyes on you whenever you looked down at yours to find something you wanted. It was like he was planning something when he looked at you and you didn't want to know. Not before it happened. That always made it worse.
As confusing as it may seem, he wasn't holding you hostage. He'd told you that if you wanted out of the relationship, you were free to go. He wasn't keeping you there and through all of the hurt and pain he caused you – the Armin you once knew was still in there somewhere. You knew it because you'd seen him.
Moments where the group and you two had beach days together, watching him laugh and chase his friends around in the sand under the hot sun. Times where he picked you up and plopped you into the water before tenderly wiping the water out of your eyes and helping with the water in your ears. Laying with you on the towel, pointing out clouds that looked like animals or different shapes. Talking about nothing.
The Armin that you used to know only came out when he was either around his friends with you or those random moments that he let his guard back down.
You just needed to figure out when he had even pulled his guard up around you. Left you wondering what you'd done or what had happened within the time frame of the beginning of the relationship to now. You were so confused and didn't know where to begin to get him back for good.
The Armin that you had fallen in love with.
The waiter hadn't come back around after setting the drinks down so you still had time to look over the menu and figure out what you wanted to eat. Mikasa was chatting with Sasha and Jean while Eren was explaining something to Connie that peaked your interest.
"Eren, are you talking about that new ski resort that's almost finished near the northern mountains?" You asked him and his eyes lit up.
"Yeah!" His body turned towards you, ignoring the hard side eye Armin had given him from starting up a conversation with you in front of him. "It's supposed to be kinda sick actually. Bigger than the last one that was here. Why?" He smirked, giving you a teasing look. "Thinkin' about goin'? Hmm," he put a hand to his chin, thinking as he looked over the top half of your body since you were sitting down. "I didn't take you as the type to ski."
"I do! I used to ski a lot before I came up this way," you put down your menu and didn't realize that Armin was staring at you openly this time. "It was something me and my dad did as a little outing for the both of us." You smiled, "I loved it and would literally wipe the mountain with you."
Eren barked out a laugh, "Oh yeah? Game on. I don't usually take on challenges from beginners like you, but maybe you'll surprise me with what your daddy taught you, huh?"
You giggled before tossing a balled up napkin his way that he failed to dodge in time. "You're so annoying. Watch, I'll surprise you."
Mikasa wasn't ever bothered whenever a woman would hit on Eren. She was confident in their relationship but Armin's jealousy and possessiveness didn't stem from any deep rooted insecurities he had. You weren't sure where it came from but you knew that he loathed whenever someone would invite you into a one on one conversation without him in it. Especially when it was with Eren.
It seemed extreme and maybe it was, but it never got to you. Not until he brought it up with a fist full of your hair in one of his hands, driving his cock along the walls of your sopping wet cunt, calling you a whore for liking the attention of someone else that wasn't him.
Sometimes...it got bad but at times, he seemed a bit more composed than usual.
This didn't look to be one of those times.
"Hey Eren," Armin spoke up, earning a small sigh from you as you sunk back into your seat, wanting to just fall through the booth all together. Possibly off of the face of the earth. You had a strange feeling that Armin was about to make a scene about you talking with Eren right in front of him and wished you didnt have to be there to witness an unnecessary fight about it.
The brunette set aside his menu and looked at his friend with a raised brow.
"How's Christie doing?"
Eren face dropped by an inch but you caught onto it. It was even seen through his body language. He sat up straighter and had glanced at Mikasa to find that she had stopped her conversation with Sasha and Jean, eyes narrowed at him. You looked back at Armin and watched him smirk, barely noticeable if no one paid him any mind but you did. You saw it and knew what his game was.
"Christie?" Mikasa asked, leaning towards the two of them, pressed against the edge of the table. "What? That bitch from high school that literally dated you for three days just to show that she got to you before me?" It was clear Mikasa was growing angrier by the second so you and Sasha tried to tell her to not get upset but she was past that the moment she had heard the name. "You met with her didn't you?" Eren looked away from her, like he had something to hide.
Did he?
"The fuck?" She blinked, mouth still opened. "Eren-"
"Yeah, I did," he interrupted, looking down at his hands that were in his lap. "I didn't meet with her. She uh... She came in the bakery on my shift for a dozen donuts and some coffee to take back with her and we...started to catch up a little." He looked up at his girlfriend and sighed. "S'not like I asked her out on a date or anything. What's the problem?"
She let out a weightless laugh, taken aback by how aloof he was acting. "Are you kidding me? What's the problem? God, you know just how to get under my fucking skin every fucking time. You know that I have never liked her! She followed your ass to the same university that she'd heard about us wanting to go to and tried to steal you away from me several times throughout those four years or did you forget about that?"
He shrugged, "You shouldn't really hang onto something like that. That was so long ago. I've forgiven her."
"Yeah? Well I haven't!"
Mikasa shook her head in disbelief as Eren sat there, staring at her back like he had nothing else to add. Almost like he didn't really care that she was upset. It should've pissed her off but she was more hurt than anything else and couldn't bear the sight of him any longer.
She gave it another moment before she nodded her head, sniffling, "Yeah, alright. Cool," and looked at Sasha and Jean, "let me out," and hopped out of the booth, needing some air. "I can't do this right now."
"Mika..." Sasha said with a sad look, wanting to reach out for her but Mikasa was quick to snatch her handbag from beside Eren and walk out towards the back.
Connie connected eyes with Sasha and shrugged before looking at Eren. He was just sitting there, looking to have chosen to not run after his own girlfriend which made him look guiltier than it should've. Especially for someone that was supposed to have nothing to hide if all he talked about was how happy he was with Mikasa.
The entire situation pissed Jean off from the start and he slapped his hands on the table to get Eren's attention. "Dude," Eren looked at him with a frown. "Get the hell up and go after her, man. What the hell are you doing? She's hurt. You, sitting there, makes you look like an asshole. I mean, just say you don't care about her and get it over with."
"Fuck do you know about our relationship, Jean?" Eren argued, "Just because you hang around her and follow after her like some puppy begging for her attention when you know she's with me, that doesn't give you room to tell me what I should do in my own fuckin' relationship!"
Connie sighed and got up so Eren could get out of the booth. He shot Jean an angry hot look from over his shoulder, "Stay away from her from now on. I don't wanna see you near her again. If so, I'm beating the shit out of you and I'm not playing," and stormed off to find Mikasa.
It was quiet for a moment as neither of the three could even look at each other. You didn't know what to say and maybe there was nothing you could say. It wasn't your place, and it hurt you that you couldn't change the outcome of the situation because you never liked the group to separate. You were all close friends. It didn't seem that way now, and you weren't sure if things were ever going to come back to some sort of normalcy with Eren so upset with Jean for being around his fiancé all of the time.
You sat there and watched as Jean got out as well, pulling out a cigarette from his back pocket.
He stuffed it between the corner of his lips, letting out a heavy sigh.
"Sorry guys. Gonna...go outside and get some air or somethin'."
When he walked off, Connie rubbed at his head in conflict, not knowing who to even follow after. He had a thought that getting in between another argument he was sure those two were going to get into wasn't going to be a good idea so he chose to go after Jean. He hoped to cheer the guy up but there wasn't going to be much he was going to be able to do for him. Naturally, Sasha followed but not before mouthing a quick, 'sorry' to you and Armin, and dashing after her boyfriend and best friend.
Though the tension had left with the group, it felt like the lingering effects from it was now there in its' absence.
Armin still wore his conniving smirk that he'd held throughout the entire ordeal and for once, it pissed you off enough to finally speak up about the way he dealt with the situation. How he was able to instigate the entire argument and not even feel bad for it. All because he'd gotten jealous with the way you and Eren engaged in a short conversation about skiing.
"That was uncalled for, Armin. Why did you do that?"
He laid back against the cushion, messing with the straw in his drink, looking up at you through dark lashes, "What? So I mentioned the girl I saw come in the other day." He shrugged, "Big deal. How was I supposed to know that was going to happen? I didn't know her. Never seen her a day in my life but they did look rather cozy so," he raised his hands in defense, "I figured it was something Mikasa needed to know about. Especially since they're together and when you're in a relationship-" he leaned forward again, a hand of his moving across your knee underneath the table, "-you're supposed to love your partner and only your partner. Not look at anyone else. Right or wrong?"
You quickly swatted his hand away from you and began scooting out of the booth, "Fuckin' sick, I swear. I can't do this with you." He eyed the way you pulled the strap of your purse up your shoulder, looking at him like he was carrying some detrimental disease. "Are you happy? I hope so because you got just what you wanted."
Armin hummed, "Not yet," before getting out of the booth as well. He stood to his feet and released a long breath, reaching into his coat pocket. He pulled out his wallet, slapped a few hundred dollar bills on the surface of the table and gave you a once over.
"You're a noisy little thing, aren't you?" His deep blue eyes moved over the two slits in your dress that allowed him an eyeful of not only your breasts but your thigh. He grinned to himself. "You drive me crazy, y'know that?"'
You frowned, "Armin, I could give two flying fucks about what weird shit turns you on right no- Let go of me! What are you doing?"
He had a hand wrapped around one of your wrists, pulling you with him as he sped walked in front of you. It was so abrupt, you'd almost tripped over your own feet. You forgot to wear shorter heels because with Armin...you never knew what you were going to get yourself into with him.
He always made quick decisions and never really filled you in on them. He was rash and impulsive. You figured that if he let you in on the things he decided on doing, that was a way into his head which he wasn't going to ever allow you to do again.
Just more questions instead of answers.
Perhaps you were getting used to that.
The walk down the hall wasn't long when you were suddenly face to face with the women's restroom. Why had he brought you here?
He moved you in front of him with his hands on your arms, steading you. He pressed his lips against the shell of your ear, feeling you jump at his touch. "Go in."
Confused but not willing to argue and get him anymore upset than he was, you pushed the door open and walked in with him following closely behind.
The door quickly locked behind you and it was as if you could hear your own heart drop to your stomach. You closed your eyes, clutching your bag against your thighs.
Fuck, you thought to yourself. I shouldn’t have said those things. I can’t even apologize. He’s not going to listen to me. What do I do?
Your mind was completely blank. Heart was beating so fast, you could easily hear it through your own ears. Body trembling, unable to guess his next course of action. Armin made sure to always stay unpredictable. After all of those years, you could never spot a pattern in him. He was calculative, intelligent and made you feel dumb because he needed you to know that he was better than you. That you two weren’t equals. Never could be. You were beneath him and that was how it needed to be.
Don’t mistake. Armin...was a feminist. Loved to remind you that as a woman — he worshipped you like a god to his world. Wanted to take care of your need and be there for you above everyone else. That much was true. He did take care of you but not like someone in love did. Armin was different.
He took a different approach to affection.
“Knees.”
His voice was low, commanding, almost body rocking with fear. His demeanor should’ve scared you but he knew you by now. Knew your strengths, your weaknesses.
Him being in control was one of them.
He also knew that you liked those rare moments after fucking you where he cuddled you, just held you close and begged you not to leave him. Tears soaked into your skin, kisses along your neck and sweet promises in your ear that he was going to do better. That he never wanted to hurt you. Would tell you that he needed to do better because he knew that you didn’t deserve any of the hurt and pain he caused you.
Lies, over and over and somehow — they always worked.
He knew that too and exploited that for his own selfish gain.
Armin walked until he was standing in front of you. He wasn’t as tall or as broad as Eren, but his aura — that was all he needed to make you feel ten times smaller than him. Physically and mentally.
His pretty blues narrowed. “What? Hard of hearing? Let me help you then.”
Without warning, he took you by your neck and forced you down until your knees met the cold tile floor, whimpering up at him. Tears were already brimming your waterline, threatening to fall at any moment. That only made him sigh, shaking his head.
“Crying, are you?” He bent down to your level, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand, eyes darting all over your face. “I haven’t even done anything yet and you must think I’m the meanest guy in the world. Shit,” he chuckled to himself, resting his elbow on a knee. “You really are pathetic.”
He stood back up and stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking down at you in disgust. “Maybe if you go and chase Eren, he’ll choose you over Mikasa right now. Might even stuff his dick in your mouth as a reward. I mean," he shrugged, "The conversation between you two seemed so electrifying, you might as well had tossed your dress up and rode his cock in front of everyone." He smirked, "Bet you would've like that, huh slut?”
Your bottom lip quivered as you tried to fight back the tears but Armin could just be so mean sometimes. It was fucked up, the way he treated you. The way he talked to you. You deserved so much better but couldn’t get away from him. He wasn’t forcing you so why the hell did you always stay?
His jaw pulsed with a tick, clearly getting annoyed by your lack of response.
“Wouldn’t you?” You blinked up at him, sniffling as you held onto your bag, desperately wanting him to just forgive you and punish you later. “Answer me!”
“N-no!” You let go of your bag and moved forward to grasp at his pant leg, looking up at him through tears. “I love you, Armin! Please don’t act like this right now. I'm sorry for what I said! I'm not interested in Eren and I never will be! For fuck's sake, he's my friend. Our friend!"
Armin looked at you for a moment, "So you aren't interested in him."
You tried your luck and stood up on your feet, taking his face in your hands. "Armin, no. I'm not. Breathe, okay? You know that I accept every single one of your flaws but you can't treat me like trash every moment you feel like I'm doing something that gives you the impression that I'm not happy with you or that I want someone else. It's not right."
It looked like he was really taking in what you were telling him but for some reason... a part of you felt like it was a little pointless. As well as he knew you, you knew him and nothing with him was ever that simple.
"Baby," he whispered as a hand of his traveled down your back until it rested at the round of your ass. "I hear you and you're right. However," he gave your bottom a quick smack, mentally eating up the moan that slipped out of your mouth, "I need to punish you. I have to." He pecked your lips, smiling. "Do you understand? I won't hurt you," he walked you until you felt the counter hit your lower back. "I just need to remind you who you belong to in case your dick-riding fantasy with Eren is still somehow in your head when the only dick you should be thinking about is mine."
His lips crashed against yours, tasting your cherry chapstick and groaned, pushing his fingers into your hips to lock you in place. His lips were warm and soft getting lost in the way he lead your lips here and there. You couldn't help but fall under his spell yet again.
His tongue traced over your teeth, eyes half lidded with desire as he pressed his body into yours, feeling the want from you that came from the way you whimpered and tried to touch him back. He grinned against your lips and moved to hook his arms under both of your legs, picking you up to settle you on top of the counter so that he could touch you better.
"Happy?" he said as he kissed at your neck, hands pushing up your dress bit by bit.
"Yes.."
If you couldn't fight him off then what was the point in continuing to try? You were wasting your energy and time trying to complete the impossible. Armin was playing a good game and maybe you were always meant to lose.
"Mine," he said before biting into your neck, feeling your back curve against him, "all fucking mine."
"All yours."
.x. .x. .x.
The walk back to the car was strange.
Armin had held you to the counter, face in between your legs as you tried to hold back your moans, creaming on his warm tongue within minutes. Afterwards, he stood up and when you made a move to return the favor, he stilled your hips and told you, "not now." Your face fell into a sullen look as you let him clean you up and take your hand, leading you out of the restaurant completely.
Something wasn't right.
Armin was never one to shy away from getting you to suck him off. In fact, it'd become muscle memory to get on your knees and give him your best performance each time. Plus, wasn't he supposed to punish you for talking to Mikasa about what was going on in the apartment? You weren't sure if she had bought what you and Armin had told her, but how was he able to overlook that slip up so easily?
Was he beginning to not care? Was he...
You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, too afraid to go down that route.
No.
Armin was in love with you. Obsessed with you, even.
You weren't getting boring, that was for sure. He'd told you, jokingly, that he'd kill for you so maybe you were overreacting.
Had to be.
Armin loved you and was just tired.
That was all.
He was walking in front of you, hands in his pockets, leading you to the car. He'd been silent the moment both of you left the bathroom and you couldn't understand why.
You couldn't hold your tongue any longer. You needed to know what his problem was.
"Armin."
He didn't turn around. He continued walking and you heard the keys jingle in his coat pocket.
You frowned.
"Armin, please," you reached out and grabbed his arm. "Stop ignoring me and talk to me, will you?"
"Nothing to say," he replied with a shrug, glancing at you and back at the car in front of him. "We're here. Get in." He punched in the correct code to unlock the door and had the passenger door unlock itself as well.
You stood there next to him and crossed your arms over your chest. "No. Not until we talk this out."
He sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair, "There's nothing to discuss. Least not right now. Just wanna get home, eat some takeout and go to sleep. Sound alright with you?"
For some reason, the fact that you didn't get to return the favor earlier began to genuinely bother you. Why didn't he want you to do anything for him? When had he ever turned something like that down? It had to be because of you. He wasn't tired. He was lying and he was a fool to even think that you were going to believe any bit of that.
"No. Let's talk. Now."
He gave you a blank look before slamming the car door shut.
"Alright." He leaned against it, hands back in his pockets, a bored expression on his face. "Talk."
Under clear judgmental eyes, you fidgeted in place, suddenly not knowing how to even start the conversation. Now that he was willing to hear you out, it felt strange to talk to him about it because maybe you were blowing it way out of proportion. What if he was actually just hungry and tired? But he wasn't too tired to get upset with you earlier...
He cleared his throat, looking off to the side like he could've been anywhere else right about now. "Gonna speak or should we just head home now?"
"No, I-"
"You know," he looked back at you and tilted his head, unable to shake the fact that he managed to steal someone as pretty as you. He felt lucky, but right now – he could hardly even look at you without feeling a spark of anger. "You're so confusing, you know that?" Your brows creased in confusion but he was more than happy to continue. "You want me, then proceed to piss me off by wearing something I didn't give you. Then I find out you're talking to Mikasa about...what? As if I'm mistreating you or something. You sit at home and write for a living. I own a bakery shop, successful at that and we live in a luxurious apartment. What are you going off and telling her about? Are you not happy with me anymore? Do I not make you happy?"
You could feel the tension in the air rising and sighed, trying to keep your emotions under control. "Armin, no listen. I-"
"No," he pushed himself off of the car, clear irritation looming over his head. "Tell me. Tell me what the fucking problem is because I'm over here doing everything that I can to make sure that you don't want or need for anything. You have access to my bank and I take you out on dates. You know the password to my phone so you know you’re the only one I’m interested in. We fuck almost everyday and I love you more than anyone else ever has. What's your deal? Huh? Are you unhappy with me? Just answer the fucking question."
It was clear that his anger came from something he’d been holding onto for quite a while. It wasn’t just because of what you told Mikasa or getting under his skin with your usual charade of pissing him off — no. This was different. It sounded like his trust issues were getting to him again and you weren’t sure if what you had in mind to say was going to help him this time.
"Armin, I am happy with you. I promise," the look on his face didn't change, just as you had expected. "I just think you're overthinking stuff again. I told you that I love you, and I do. I feel like there's still unnecessary tension with us and I'm trying to figure out a way to move past all of this."
He scoffed, "And yet you still ran off and told Mikasa god knows what. Shit that's probably not even true."
"For fucks' sake, Armin," you rolled your eyes, "It was the truth. We argue and fight way too much. Just earlier, you broke the bathroom door down just because I locked it! How fucking insane is that? Or do you wanna act like that didn't happen?"
He gripped the keys in his hand tightly, the mail key pushing into his soft skin little by little. "Like you didn't make me do that," he angrily replied. "I told you about locked doors. Maybe if you didn't do things to cause those arguments and fights, you wouldn't be so fucking unhappy!"
You threw your purse down in anger, throwing your arms out. "Armin, who the hell's unhappy here? I said I'm happy with you! God, you don't listen and that's because you'd rather believe whatever truth you decide to cook up than what I actually tell you! All because of your horrible past relationships with other women and maybe going further back to childhood, which you refuse to tell me about!"
He looked away from you and chose to stay silent as you walked up to him, arms crossed.
"The more closed off you become, the more distant I become. Do you understand?" You tried to look for some sort of breakthrough in his face but found none. He looked hot with rage with no other vulnerable emotion in sight. It almost broke your heart because you wanted to desperately know what was going on inside of his head but he continued to refuse letting you in. "I appreciate all of the things that you do for me, but its' all materialistic. It's not enough. It's just not, and I think you know that."
He turned his head back towards you, oceanic eyes narrowing, "Do you think I give a shit? What I choose to share or don't share isn't any of your business. You either like it or you don't. I'm done with this conversation. Get in the car. We're going home."
Armin moved to open the door but found you still standing there.
"Get in."
"No."
He took you by your wrist, grabbed your purse from the ground and began pulling you around the car to the passenger side. "Pissing me off."
"And I don't care! Let go!" You fought him by pulling at your wrist, trying to tug him back so that he could release you. He wasn't having many of it and still yanked you onward. It wasn't until he felt a few of your nails scratch at his skin that he finally reacted.
"Fuck!"
As an immediate response, he slammed you forward onto the hood of the car, pressing his entire body onto you to keep you still as you tried bucking and pushing against him.
"Get off of me!"
He used the arm that had gotten scratched and pushed your cheek into the car. "Listen and listen good," you whined, trying to focusing on calming your breathing and not getting light headed from the adrenaline. "Scratch me like that again," he chuckled, "and I'll scratch back." His eyebrows furrowed, making sure to lock your hands behind your back so you wouldn't have the opportunity to get him again. "You fight me when you already know what happens. I'm stronger than you. Where do you think not listening to me gets you? And you think that I'm the bad guy."
Armin full on laughed, looking up at the night sky, "Ah fuck. All of this useless arguing's got me kinda hard, to be honest." He looked back down at you in a half grin before his eyes trailed down to your ass, finding your dress pushed up from the struggling. "Maybe I should fuck you in this parking lot." He heard you gasp but it fell on deaf ears. "Guess you wouldn't mind huh?"
He removed the hand that was on your head and slid it down your neck and back until it was on your bottom. His fingers played with the edges of your underwear, humming to himself. "Nah. You wouldn't mind that at all. Bet you'd love someone catching us. What would you do if they stayed for the show? Hm?" he smacked your ass and you moaned out before biting your lip in shame.
None of this was supposed to turn you on. You two were in public.
What Armin was talking about doing was shameful. You'd rather die than let some stranger catch you getting fucked. Or even heard you for that matter.
"Armin, please," you pleaded, wiggling in his hold which only made him laugh.
"Oh god, when you beg, you make it so much worse," he commented, slowly tugging down your panties until they were tight against your thighs. He groaned at the sight, letting his middle finger dip past your slippery folds, catching onto a little of your arousal. "Fuck, what a shameless whore you are. Wet from the idea of me fucking you out in the open. Hah..." he smiled wide before bringing the wet digit to his lips, slipping his tongue out to collect every bit of you from it. "I feel delirious. You taste so good baby." He moaned, glancing down at your trembling form. "So willing yet so combative. You act so shy yet your body gives you away every time."
Your thighs rubbed together in want but you were in fact ashamed. How could you let him do this to you? You were well within your right to tell him no, get in the car and forget any of it ever happened. You didn't have to give into the idea of letting him touch you for someone to see.
But did you want that?
He was so close. It was so easy for him to do it. To let him do it. Do whatever he wanted with you on the hood of his car and maybe you needed to let him because you wanted it just as bad.
"I want you..." you whispered, too embarrassed to admit it any louder. "Please touch me."
Usually he would've forced you to be louder for the hell of it but ever since he caught the way you looked at him like he was the most disgusting man on earth back in the restaurant after causing the fight with Eren and Mikasa – he couldn't stop himself from thinking about it. He loved when you wanted nothing to do with him. That in your eyes, you were telling him that you could do so much better than someone as shitty as him. He wanted to fuck that feeling. Fuck it into the sheets until he couldn't physically go on anymore.
It turned him on so much.
"You're gonna make me put a fucking baby in you right in this fucking parking lot," he admitted before quickly hooking a few fingers around your underwear, ripping it right off. You squealed and flexed your fingers in surprise, feeling the cool night air hit your puffy cunt. "Fuck me," he muttered to himself, lifting the bunched up fabric in his hand to his nose, taking a good inhale. He released a euphoric breath, looking down at you with stars in his eyes. "If Eren so much as looks at you for more than three seconds again, I'm gonna kill him." He chuckled, feeling you stiffen against him. He leaned down while stuffing your soiled underwear in his back pocket. "Like I will actually drive a pocket knife into his neck the next time I see him so you'd better hope he's got his dick in the right person or I won't hesitate. Now," he leaned back up and smacked your ass, earning himself another pretty moan from you. "My cock needs a little warming and I know just the place to put it. Can you guess?"
You balled your hands back into fists and begged him to let your arms go so you could grasp at something, anything. He granted it and stepped back to undo his belt. You placed your palms flat against the hood and let out a breath, the heat of it creating a puff of fog next to you. Your dress was still flipped up and your ass was bare for anyone to walk by and see. It should've unnerved you but your only thought was Armin, Armin, Armin.
Nothing but him and it wasn't necessary to tell out loud because he already knew. You wouldn't have still been lying there if he didn't.
The feeling of his tip rubbing up and down your folds caused you to jump a little, wiggling your hips for more.
He smirked, "Eager, are we?"
"Mhm," you shamefully hummed, breath ragged. "Want it so bad. Please, please. And I'm sorry about the argument, about what I said at the table and what I told Mika. It won't happen again, I promi- Ah!"
Armin pushed his cock into you in one full stroke, holding your hips in place, hearing you let out a broken wail that made him rock solid. Your walls clamped down on him and it almost made him cum pathetically fast but he held onto his restraint. He wanted to make this last for more than thirty seconds.
"Fuck baby," he was looking down at the way you were tightly wrapped around him, a sight to behold. Some of his fringe was sticking to his forehead as beads of sweat continued to roll down the side of his face. He laughed, licking his lips, "You're so fucking tight. We haven't even started and I'm about to lose my mind."
When he began moving his hips, without the need of hearing you tell him to, nothing came to mind but wanting to cum. In that moment, you cared for nothing else. The worries had been cleared up. Armin did want you and was just upset about everything as a whole. It wasn't particularly you, just the situations you'd put him through.
Armin still wanted you, physically, and it almost made you want to cry. You were still useful. That was all you'd wanted.
"My god," he breathed, holding your hip with one hand while the other laid at the lower end of your back, pushing down so that he could keep himself steady. "So good for me, so so good."
"Harder please!" you moaned out, trying to push your hips back against him, clawing into the car. "I need more, want more."
"Mmm," he took the hand off of your hip and hiked your leg up onto the hood so that he could gain access to that little bundle of nerves he knew would have you screaming his name. "If I'm going to cum, so are you. Need to feel you clench around me one more time before this is over."
He pressed two fingers against your clit and grinned when he heard you whine out his name, moving them in circles. The purposeful dragging of his cock going in and out of your pretty hole almost distracted you from being unable to see his face as he did it.
The positioning didn't allow you to do much other than lay there and let him do whatever he wanted to. The fact that you were outside of the restaurant, albeit a few yards away, was exhilarating. There was no telling who was bound to walk by and see you getting fucked by your boyfriend. It didn't really matter to you. Nothing did other than coming undone right on Armin's cock.
"Ah! Armin, I can't- I don't think I can hold out m-much longer!"
You felt him press his chest into your back, lips against your ear, "If you're gonna cum stupid girl, cum."
He didn't have to tell you that.
You were already past making the decision.
His name was the last thing to roll off of your tongue as you came, almost seeing stars. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, accepting your second orgasm of the night. Skin so sticky and hot, mind completely out of it and your body jolting from the aftershock of the pleasure. Even so, all you wanted to do was lay there and let him finish since this was about him anyway. If nothing else, at least you were able to do this for him.
Armin had both hands firmly on your hips, using your spent cunt as his own little flashlight, fucking you like an animal in heat. Desperate to reach his high and fill you up with every last drop of his seed, intent on letting you know that you belonged to him and no one else.
Definitely not Eren.
The thought of the brunette quickly made him angry and his pace quickened, giving you a few slaps across the ass, eyes completely focused on his cock driving in and out of you.
"You're mine, do you understand? No one else's. I'm all that you need. All that you'll ever know. I won't let anyone else have you. Mine, mine mine," he growled, taking out his leftover anger onto you. "Fuck," he moaned brokenly, feeling his balls tightened. "I'm gonna breed the fuck out of this pretty pussy," he curled a hand around your throat, ignoring your weak moans. "-and make you a mommy, baby. Would you like that? Huh?" You choked out a whimper, giving him a nod. He groaned against the shell of your ear, eating up the slapping sounds his balls hitting your ass. "God, I'm gonna fill your little cunt up until you're dripping it out. Need to make sure you know who you belong to and to not try that shit with me ever again, yeah?"
"Yes!" You were barely listening to him, feeling your walls constrict yet again. For the first time, you realized that you were about to cum without any clit stimulation. You never knew it was even possible for you but as the pressure continued to build, your suspicion was right.
Armin felt it too.
His high pitched moan into the night air was signal enough that he couldn't hold out much longer, and spurted his seed right into you, panting your gummy walls in nothing but white. His cock twitched until it was done pumping you full but he didn't bother to pull out of you yet. He laid on top of you, covering your neck in little kisses.
"My pretty girl," he mumbled, hands rubbing up and down your sides. "I love you."
Your mind was still foggy so without thinking too much about it, you replied, "I love yo- Eren?"
Armin frowned almost instantly, believing that you'd been thinking about Eren instead of him and looked up to find you looking off to the side. His curious blue pools followed your line of sight and widened upon seeing what you saw.
Eren stood not too far away, arms by his side, rigid in shock.
He'd seen everything.
You knew it.
And yet, a part of you wasn't embarrassed. In fact...
A part of you hoped he'd seen it all.
And judging from the bulge in his pants, he had.
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Pairing: Jungkook / You
Genre: one shot, fratboy!au, drummer!au, enemies to lovers!au
Rating: M
Warnings: slow burn, library sex, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex
Word count: 30.1k
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is well aware that he’s the bane of your existence. He just loves to push your buttons and lives to see you all riled up. So, what happens then when he catches you swiping left on his Tinder profile during class?
Jungkook is late to his class. He’s not just late, he is terribly late. Running on two and a half hours of sleep and caffeine, he quickly dashes through the campus grounds to get to the building.
A few minutes later when he arrives, he quickly makes a decision to enter through the top part of the auditorium.
Once seated on one of the seats in the last row, he rummages through his backpack and puffs out a tired sigh. Great. He managed to shove in his water bottle, his drum sticks, a packet of chips and a protein bar this morning but not his notebook.
He then turns to the person on his right, surprise settling on him when he sees that his seatmate is none other than his favorite person to annoy.
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summary: you accuse all men of not knowing how to make women cum, and your best friend, ever the competitive one, challenges you to let him show you that he doesn’t fall into that category. blame the tequila for what ensues
pairing: jungkook x reader
rating: (18 +) explicit
genre + warnings: pwp, fwb au, f2l au, smut, fluff | alcohol consumption, they’re a bit drunk and clumsy but both consent, kissing, straddling, marking, biting, jk finds out he has a daddy kink 😮💨, spitting, multiple orgasms, fingering, breast play, nipple biting, clit slapping, cunnilingus, squirting, googie’s obsessed with yn’s puss puss 🤪 unprotected penetrative sex, doggy, big cock!jeon, cream pie
word count: 3.3k
author’s note: this was supposed to be posted before 12am on 2.22 but i got a little carried away. honestly, idk what i was thinking 😩 enjoy this filth & happy birthday to me i guess 🥳
“Why the fuck do you have on a suit?” Jungkook sighs and rolls his eyes as you let him inside your apartment. You keep staring at him, though, and can’t deny how good your best friend looks in one. He removes his shoes and then proceeds to slip off the jacket and places it to hang on the coat rack before plopping down on your couch with another sigh as he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, forearm tattoos in full view.
“My dad made me go with him to a meeting at his publishing company. Wants me to be more involved or whatever,” he shakes his head and then looks over at you when you ask if he’d like anything to drink. Jungkook doesn’t know what takes over him when he notices the way your shorts mold deliciously to your plump ass, white t-shirt riding up a little to reveal a sliver of soft skin as you bend over to grab something out of the fridge. Yeah, you were pretty, hot even, but he’s never looked at you that way. He especially never thought about how your ass would feel in his hands.
You sleep with an obnoxious fratboy who used to be your friend.
⤑ word count: 1.8k
⤑ pairing: jungkook x reader
⤑ genre: smut, fratboy!au, non-idol!au, former childhood friends to enemies to lovers
⤑ warnings: explicit content
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