#fluffsmut

jongseob had tried to ignore you for over an hour. his glasses kept slipping down his nose from how many times he’d looked down at his workbook, only to be distracted again by the soft hum of your voice, your hand brushing too close to his thigh, your lazy giggles every time you caught him squirming. he had begged you. begged. to let him get through at least this one chapter. he had a physics quiz tomorrow. he needed this grade.

but you were no help.

you were wearing his hoodie, but nothing underneath. he could see the soft curve of your bare thighs where you sat across from him on the bed, feet tangled together. his pen had dropped somewhere near your knee. you’d made a show of picking it up. slow, stretching just enough for the hem to ride up and flash the pretty dip between your thighs. jongseob had choked, muttered a breathless “please, stop” that didn’t sound convincing at all.

you: “stop what?”

your voice was all syrup, all innocent cruelty. he looked up from the page, cheeks already red.

j: “you know what you’re doing…”

he did that thing again where he licked his lips and immediately regretted it. you watched him. your hand crept forward. fingers slipped up to where his lap was covered by a too-thin blanket.

you: “you’re so tense. i’m helping you relax.”

j: “i… i c-can’t focus if you-”

you crawled across the mattress until your face was in his neck, until your hand was curled around his cock through his sweats, rubbing slow just to hear the way he whimpered. jongseob was panting already, his eyes screwed shut behind his glasses. he looked so helpless. head tilted back, adam’s apple twitching, body trembling just from your palm. he always got like this when you teased him. but tonight he cracked.

your palm squeezed. his hips bucked. he grabbed your wrist.

j: “n-no. no more.”

you blinked. surprised by the edge in his tone, even more surprised when he pushed your hand away and shoved the book off the bed. he stared at you for a second, like he wasn’t sure he meant to do that, then swallowed hard.

j: “lay down.”

you tilted your head, smirking.

you: “are you mad at me?”

j: “yes. lay down.”

his voice, shaking.

your heart thudded. you obeyed. and for a second you thought he might crumble again. but he didn’t. jongseob took off his glasses and set them down like he was about to perform surgery. his hands were trembling as he hovered over you. he stared down at your body like he wasn’t allowed to touch it, like one wrong move would make you disappear.

then he touched you. slowly, cautiously. his palm on your stomach, dragging up to cup your chest under the hoodie. you gasped. he whimpered.

j: “i’m not supposed to… but you’re not letting me study… so…”

you didn’t even get the chance to tease him again. because suddenly he was kissing your neck, then lower, licking across your chest with shaky, eager breaths, mumbling little curses into your skin. your hoodie bunched up to your ribs. he slid down between your thighs, face red, hands gripping your hips like he needed permission.

j: “can i… can i taste you?”

you nodded. breathless. he licked his lips and dropped his head, burying it between your legs with a desperate moan like he’d needed this more than air. his tongue was clumsy at first. nervous, unsure. but he made up for it with how hungry he was. whining softly, mouth dragging over you again and again until your back arched.

you were tugging his hair before long, thighs trembling around his head. and still he didn’t stop. your teasing was long forgotten. jongseob was shaking, humping the mattress, fully red in the face while he licked you through your moans. you tried to pull him up, he refused.

j: “not until you cum. i… i want it. please…”

you came with his name tangled on your tongue, body writhing under his mouth. when he finally pulled away, his lips were wet, eyes glazed. you tugged him up by the hoodie strings and kissed him, catching your own taste on his tongue.

he moaned into your mouth. hips twitching against your thigh.

you: “you still mad?”

j: “i need to fuck you.”

jongseob whimpered. pulled your hips into his lap. and the studying was forgotten.

his hands were shaking so hard you almost took over for him. almost. but something in the way he looked at you made you still. like he needed to be the one to do this. like he’d finally snapped and couldn’t bear being teased anymore without giving something back. his fingers fumbled with the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down with a soft, breathless gasp when your thighs spread.

j: “i-i don’t know if i can do it right… just… tell me if i mess up.”

he was already hard, tenting his sweats, the head of his cock damp and obvious through the fabric. you could see how bad he wanted it, wanted you. and yet even now, he hesitated, hovering over your body like he was afraid he might break you.

you reached down and tugged at his waistband.

you: “take these off. you’re already leaking, seob.”

he whined softly, almost embarrassed, but obeyed. his sweats dropped, cock springing free. pretty and flushed, twitching from the pressure he’d built up all night. when he climbed between your thighs, he lined himself up, eyes locked to yours like he was waiting for you to stop him. you didn’t.

he pushed in with a shaky breath.

j: “f-fuck… it’s warm… you’re warm…”

his voice broke as he bottomed out, hips trembling above yours. you moaned under him, hands gripping his arms as he sank deeper, cock stretching you open inch by inch. he wasn’t rough. he didn’t know how to be rough, but he was hungry.

he started moving slowly. short thrusts, hips stuttering as he tried to keep control. you could feel how hard he was trying to hold back. biting his lip, forehead damp, little whimpers slipping through when your walls clenched.

you: “faster. don’t hold back, seob.”

j: “i-i can’t… i’ll cum too fast- fuck-”

but his hips picked up anyway. the slick sound of skin against skin filled the room, his cock dragging deep with each thrust. he leaned in, hiding his face in your neck. moaning every time you clenched around him, panting your name like a prayer.

j: “you feel so good, i c-can’t think- y-you kept teasing, i- mmph-”

you dug your nails into his back and rocked your hips up to meet him. he gasped, pace faltering.

you: “gonna cum already?”

j: “n-no- i mean- y-yeah- i’m trying not to- fuck, i can’t-”

he started shaking. the moment your walls clenched again, his whole body stiffened and he moaned so sweet and high in your ear. his cock throbbed as he spilled inside you, hips jerking through each pulse, breath ragged and broken.

j: “s-sorry- i didn’t last… i didn’t…”

you: “you didn’t even try to hold back, seobie.”

j: “i-i couldn’t help it. you were so tight. so warm. i… i c-can go again though. i’ll make you cum. just give me a second-”

he pulled out slowly, cock softening but still twitching. you felt the wetness leak down your thighs. he watched it with wide eyes, cheeks flushed, hands already fumbling to touch you again. this time with less hesitation.

j: “i-i wanna taste it… all of it… gonna make you cum with my mouth again, please-”

and just like that, nerdy, flustered jongseob had dropped back to his knees between your thighs. studying abandoned. quiz forgotten. only you in his mind now. his only subject, his favorite test.

this time it was different. messier. needier. his tongue lapped through the slick mix of you and him like he’d lost control of himself. moaning, licking, gasping when your hips bucked and your thighs tightened around his head. he didn’t slow down.

he growled into your pussy.

j: “keep your legs open. don’t move.”

his voice was muffled, low, soaked in heat and embarrassment and command. you gasped, already twitching under his tongue, barely able to handle how sloppy he was. his hands dug into your thighs, thumbs spreading you wider as he focused on your clit. sucking and flicking his tongue, messy and insistent.

you reached for his hair, but he caught your wrist and pinned it to the bed.

j: “let me do it. i’m not stopping until you cum.”

his mouth was everywhere. soft licks, sharp flicks, his lips wrapping around your clit just right. and every time your hips twitched, he pressed them back down like he was memorizing what made you squirm. his cock was still twitching, half-hard against the bed, drooling onto the sheets. but he didn’t care. not yet.

you: “seob- fuck- baby i’m-”

j: “cum. cum on my tongue, please.”

you broke with a gasp. hips jerking, body arching into his face as your orgasm hit, hot and blinding and so much after how long he’d teased you. he held you down through it, lapping up everything you gave him, moaning like he was getting off from your taste alone.

he didn’t stop until your legs were trembling. until your cunt twitched under his tongue, overstimulated and soaked. then he finally looked up. mouth and chin glossy, face flushed, eyes wild.

j: “did i… do okay?”

you nodded weakly. and he smiled, proud but still a little shy, crawling up your body to kiss you with his cum-slick lips.

j: “i think i wanna study like this from now on.”

you laughed breathlessly, pulling him back down.

you: “who knew nerds were so good with their tongues.”

j: “i’ll get better. i swear. just… let me try again later.”

you grinned. he already was.

“I just. I’m scared. My last boyfriend left me after we had sex for the first time, he clearly found me unattractive and I’m just scared Bucky will do the same. He’ll see my fat on my body and be disgusted with me, or even worse his large frame won’t fit between my thick thighs. Sorry, that’s too much information.” 

“Not at all. This is what girls are for. Come on sweetheart, do you really believe Bucky would do or think that? We’ve all seen the way he looks at you.”

Wanda’s right, Y/N. Listen to her, for the love of God.

Bucky nibbled his thumbnail as he desperately wanted to know your answer. 

“I don’t know what to do. The kiss we shared was amazing, I just can’t help the feeling I’m not good enough.” You said sadly and Bucky heard enough. 

You and Wanda left the compound for a few hours after your talk, to go girl shopping for some new lingerie and clothes. It was just so nice to be carefree and away from it all. 

This gave Bucky plenty of time to muster up his plan and put it into action. He had stopped by the flower shop and picked the biggest bunch of scented red roses. Bucky sprinkled rose petals on your duvet and put a bottle of champagne in ice on your table next to the bed. 

You returned to the compound a few hours later as it started getting dark outside. You bid goodnight to Wanda and decided on relaxing with a rom-com movie in bed and some chocolate. 

There was a soft glow under your door, but you thought maybe you had left a lamp on and thought nothing of it when you opened the door and slipped inside your room. You sighed as you kicked your shoes off and lowered your bags on the floor. 

You turned around and froze. Bucky was semi-naked on your bed with a rose between his lips. Soft music started playing in the background and the light you saw from the hallway, was actually a couple of candles flickering. The shadows danced on the ceiling and you stood there with your mouth gaped open. 

“Hi, doll.” He grinned as he removed the rose and put it to the side. His broad chest on inviting you to stare as he stalked towards you. Bucky stood in front of you, his hands on your waist and he pulled you closer. 

“Hi, Bucky,” you whispered back, confused by what all this was about. It was like he had the power to read your mind. Because, before you could ask him, he spoke.

“I just need you to know doll, that I absolutely love everything about you. You’re perfect, there’s nothing I’d change about you. And I kinda eavesdropped the other day, please believe me when I tell you I’d never dream of walking out on you because I’m nothing like that asshole. I wouldn’t do that to you. It’s what’s on the inside that counts, you have a beating heart, and it’s full of gold, a fantastic personality and there’s never a day that goes by where you don’t make me smile or laugh. I love you Y/N, and I want to show you how serious I am.”

Tears welled up in your eyes and fell when you blinked. Those were the words you longed to hear when you were with your ex-boyfriend. And Bucky is right, he’s nothing like your ex. Bucky is more respectful and the more you thought about it; you never once heard a negative comment from him about your weight. 

“I love you too, Buck. And I’m sorry for feeling so scared.” You said after a few moments. 

“Don’t be scared, baby. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.” He grabbed your hands and pulled you gently to the bed. 

Bucky slowly pushed you down on the soft mattress and tentatively lifted your shirt over your head. Your first instinct was to cover your chest and your arms wrapped around yourself. A lump formed in your throat and you were relieved the lights were off since the candles didn’t give you too much light. But Bucky wasn’t having that, he pried your arms and interlaced his fingers with yours and held them above your head. Bucky kissed down your neck to your collarbone, where he nipped the sensitive skin. 

A soft and quiet moan, only audible to Bucky thanks to his enhanced hearing, left your parted lips. 

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear your pretty little sounds. I’ll make you feel good, I promise.” He wiggled his fingers free from yours and reached round your back to unclasp your bra. Your natural big breasts bounced from being free and Bucky moaned at the sight of them. 

“Absolutely perfect.” He moaned, running his tongue over your nipple and gently grazing it with his teeth. The sensation caused you to arch your back and moan as your hands trailed in his hair. 

Bucky spent a couple of minutes on each breast, giving each one his undivided attention. He slowly kissed down between the valley of your breasts and towards your hips. Bucky nipped the sensitive skin as he unbuttoned your jeans and pulled the zipper down. Bucky hooked his thumbs on either side of the waistband and pulled them down your thick thighs along with your underwear. You were mildly aware that your pubic mound was a bit larger than most women’s, and you worried about what Bucky would think of it. 

“I’m sorr-”

“Shh. It’s perfect, doll. You’re perfect. There’s more to lick here.” His words made you tingle and you rested your head back and closed your eyes. 

Bucky teased your lips with the tip of his tongue. Your thighs were held open by his large hands and you lifted your hips for more. 

Before you could whine about it, Bucky’s tongue slithered through your wet folds and licked up and down on your sensitive, tingling clit. You moaned loudly, your hands tugging his hair harshly and he groaned against you, signaling he liked it. Bucky shook his head side to side and you became a moaning, withering mess. 

You felt the familiar warmth in your lower belly and you panted. 

“Bucky- fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You moaned as he sped up, groaning. His voice vibrated against your core and you were done for. You came hard over his tongue and you felt like you were teleported into a whole new world. Bucky licked you clean, taking every little thing that leaked out from you.

Bucky sat up and licked his lips with a grin. 

“Doll, hope you know I’m gonna do that every single day. The most delicious pussy I’ve ever eaten, and I haven’t had many.” He chuckled and you blushed, biting your lip. 

Bucky rid himself of the rest of his clothes and climbed on top of you. His hard length poking your inner thigh and you sighed. 

“Do you want me?” He asked, massaging your inner thighs with his hands. 

“Yes, I do, so much.” You answered honestly. 

Bucky moaned as his hard cock slid between your folds and poked your entrance. 

“Are you ready baby?” He groaned, feeling your walls clenching just from his close proximity. He knows you’re going to be the death of him someday. 

“I’m ready, Buck. Fill me up.” Bucky growled from your words and slowly, pushed himself in, eliciting a loud moan from you both simultaneously. Your walls immediately strangled his hard cock and his head was thrown back, chanting your name as he kept going, inch by inch until his balls rested against your butt. 

“Fuck, baby!” Bucky moaned out, thrusting at a comfortable pace that had you clenching and unclenching around him. Every vein of his cock dragged against your walls and his tip poked your sweet spot every time. 

Bucky hooked your legs around his forearms and he was able to go deeper than he’s ever gone with a woman. Bucky felt all of you and he loved it. Your soft, warm and rigidity walls sucked him out and were reluctant to let him go. 

Bucky’s intention was to make love to you, to show you how much he loved you. But the way you felt, he was having a hard time controlling his movements. 

“Bucky! I want you to cum inside me!” You moaned as you felt his shaft swell. 

“Doll-!” Bucky flicked his thumb over your clit and you clenched so hard Bucky was unable to move in and out freely. 

The warm feeling was back in your lower belly and you couldn’t hold it any longer. You needed the release, you wanted to cum over him. 

“Bucky-” 

“Cum for me baby.” A rush of euphoria washed over you as you came hard. Bucky moaned and growled all at the same time as he thrusted harder, chasing his own orgasm. With a few hard thrusts, his sticky mess painted your insides and you both sighed as he rode out your orgasmic bliss. “You’re the best I’ve ever had.” He said, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. 

“You’re the best I’ve been with too.” You whined at the loss when Bucky pulled out and rolled beside you. He pulled you close to his body and wrapped his arms protectively around you. Your head rested on his chest and under his chin. 

“I’m never letting you go, doll. I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.” He kissed the top of your head and you looked up. 

“I’m yours too. Thank you for making me feel loved, Buck.”

Bucky chuckled and you smiled.

“You say that like we’re only gonna do it once baby. I’m gonna make love to you the whole night.” 

“So what are you waiting for?” You asked with a cheeky grin. Bucky peeked down and poked his half-hard cock. 

“Him.” He said and ah-ha’d when it finally stood up proudly. 

This was going to be the longest night of your life. And Bucky made sure you were happy and loved. 

He loved you so much and you loved him. Nothing could keep you apart because in the end, soft hearts beat as one.

Working out obviously had its benefits, but Thomas was regretting it as he had apparently pulled a muscle in his shoulders. Or maybe it was the way he sat for hours at a time working on editing, but he’d rather blame the exercise than the job he loved so much. His eyes were on the TV- Parks and Recreation, again- but his mind was on the pain as he tried to contort his arms like a pretzel to massage away the pain and he was struggling with it, gradually getting more and more frustrated.  Cue Janus. The half-reptile Side appeared at Thomas’ side, startling him. “Oh. Hi, Janus.”  “You know why I’m here, don’t you?” “At this point, I’m afraid to ask.”  Janus rolled his eyes a little to himself. “Thomas, you’re in pain. In a way that suggests you’re not taking proper care of yourself. You once knew me as ‘Deceit’, but I happen to also be your sense of self-preservation. Things like this are my responsibility.”  Thomas huffed softly. “Sure, I get that. I’m trying to take care of myself. But it’s my shoulder that’s bothering me and I can’t seem to--”  “You need a shoulder massage. Well, I can help.” Thomas turned to properly look at Janus finally. “You... you’ll do that for me?”

“Of course. Thomas, it’s... it’s just my job, I don’t care about you at all outside of that. As my host.” 

Nodding softly, Thomas turned his back to Janus a little. “Okay. Thank you, Janus.”  Janus hummed softly as if to nonverbally say ‘Don’t mention it’ and he moved in nearer to Thomas, closing his eyes briefly as he took in the inviting heat radiating from Thomas’ body. He placed his hands on Thomas’ shoulders and hesitated a moment before withdrawing his hands; he carefully, hesitantly removed his gloves and leaned over, placing them neatly on the coffee table out of the way. Thomas noticed but he said nothing, fearing making Janus self-conscious or insecure about it, but it makes his heart flip. 

Warmth spread all the way down to my fingertips at his words despite the chilly weather. “Well you always look handsome,” I retorted, spotting the top of his head above the crowd. “But it looks like you dressed up, too.”

And indeed he had. Taehyung looked absolutely scrumptious in a long dark coat, dark jeans, black Doc Martens, and a plaid beige over-sized scarf he had wrapped around his face. His breath was creating condensation on the round glasses he’d decided to sport today. So cute.

I tackled him from behind in a hug, and he laughed, hugging me eagerly back. “Finally!” he teased. He held me back at arm’s length, then reached inside his coat and pulled out a red rose.

My mouth parted in surprise at the unexpected gift. “For you,” Tae said, smiling. I blushed and took it, bringing it to my nose and inhaling its scent.

We ducked our heads against the wind and went inside the restaurant where we were immediately seated at our reserved table. The restaurant was amazing, with sparkling crystal glasses, white tablecloths, and a gorgeous chandelier setting a romantic mood. We shrugged off our coats, and I took a moment to appreciate the beige sweater he wore which showed off his body in all the right places. I caught him looking at me just as appreciatively and blushed. I still couldn’t believe he was my boyfriend. We’d done nothing but go on dates and hang out with each other outside of work and school for the past month, and Taehyung told me just how much he cared about me every single day, yet I still felt like this relationship was too good to be true. Soyeon was right. I really had to stop self-sabotaging.

He pulled out my chair for me and gestured. I shyly sat down, scooting the chair inwards with his help, then he sat down across from me. “Don’t worry about the cost,” Tae said. “Order whatever you want.”

I glanced at the menu, suddenly uneasy at how pricey everything was. I knew Taehyung wasn’t hurting for money. He told me his older brother owned a large business, and between that and Tae successfully selling a lot of his photos, I knew he was pretty well off. Apparently my boyfriend didn’t have any other family outside of his brother. I asked him once where his parents were and he simply shrugged and said, “Dead.”

I didn’t press him for details, but instead chose to share something personal about me so he wouldn’t feel so pressured. “My parents aren’t around either,” I murmured. “My dad passed away when I was little, and my mom is in a psych ward right now.”

He looked up at me suddenly, chocolate-brown eyes boring into mine. “I’m so sorry.”

That was the moment I knew I was falling hard for him. Taehyung didn’t ask why she was in a psych ward or look at me with raised eyebrows. He simply empathized. That’s what I needed. Someone who would see all the dark parts of me and not see a monster, but the human I was.

Taehyung ordered a bottle of wine for us, and we clinked glasses before taking a sip. “To us,” he said. “And our first month together. May there be many more.”

I bit my lip, biting back a huge smile. How the hell was he mine?

Dinner was absolutely amazing. He never took his eyes off me, and at one point I was laughing so hard, people were starting to look at us. Finally, we finished eating and the waiter cleared our plates away. “Any dessert for the lovely couple?” the guy asked, taking out his notepad.

“Not tonight,” Taehyung said before I could get a word in. “Just the check, please.”

The waiter bowed, and I looked at Tae in disbelief. “You know, that dessert menu was calling my name,” I teased before pouting. “And besides, aren’t we celebrating?”

My boyfriend leaned over the table, a glint in his brown eyes I’d never seen before. It spelled trouble. “Oh you’ll get dessert tonight, kitten, don’t you worry about that,” he said, a mischievous smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. “It’s waiting for you at my apartment.”

My mouth dropped open. Kitten? Was tonight the night? I kind of hoped it would be. Our makeout sessions were getting hotter and heavier, and my sexual frustration was like an ocean built up behind a weakening dam, ready to burst at any given moment.

These days, every time I spent time with Taehyung, I’d made sure to keep myself well-groomed and secretly wear matching sets of underwear just in case. I hoped he’d like the red lacey ensemble I’d chosen for tonight.

We paid the bill and left in a hurry, his large hand keeping mine warm as we trudged through the streets. His hand snaked from my hand to around my waist, tugging me close. He tilted his head down towards mine, and we kissed, our cold lips warming as we sighed into each others’ mouths.

A block later, he couldn’t hold back anymore, leading us down an alley where he crashed his rosy lips against mine, feverishly shoving his tongue into my cavern and tasting me. I held him close, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist and he groaned, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. I felt moisture gathering in my panties, the way he was making me feel turning me on even more. After a time, Taehyung released me, his lips swollen and red, his pupils blown beautifully wide. “My place is only two blocks away,” he panted. “Let’s run.”

We jogged, giggling like a pair of kids, all the way to his apartment, and he hurriedly punched in the pin that would let us into the building and dragged me inside. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me once more, one hand tightly wrapped around my waist, the other tugging on the back of my neck so we could be as close as possible.

“Taehyung,” I murmured as he peppered kisses down my neck. “We’re still in the hallway. Let’s go inside.”

He didn’t stop, sucking gently on the skin of my neck. I suddenly got flashbacks to my feedings with Jimin and pushed Taehyung back roughly.

There were no fangs, no red eyes. Just him. Just my sweet, warm Tae. “You okay?” he asked. I slowly nodded.

“Hnnggnh,” he groaned, pressing the lower half of his face into my shoulder. “I need you, kitten. I need you now.”

I had no idea where this ‘kitten’ nickname came from, but I was living for it. “You can have all of me,” I breathed into his ear. “Just not in public.”

He pressed his forehead against mine, eyes locking mine in. “Deal.”

We stumbled towards his apartment and he fumbled with his keys, swearing at how long it took to get them in the lock and open the door. We practically fell inside, wrapped in each other's arms. Taehyung slammed the door behind us and we collapsed on the couch, lips intertwined, hands roaming everywhere. He helped me take off my coat then let his hands cheekily slide up my thighs underneath my dress, pulling it up until my panties were exposed and his large hands rested on either side of my bare hips.

He hummed in appreciation of my lingerie, his gaze roaming down my heaving tummy towards my core. He sat me up and knelt on the floor in front of me, raising the dress above my head until he slid it off my arms and tossed it aside. He also slid off each of my stockings, unpinning them from the garters attaching them to my bottoms.

“You know,” he said, his deep voice sultry and low. “I really loved that dress on you. It showed off your body in all the right places, but this…” He nodded in approval. “This is much better.”

I giggled, but stopped the second he leaned in, blowing lightly against my clothed core. “Here’s dessert, jagiya. Hope you like it.”

He mouthed at my pussy then, making the wetness drip down as I moaned out his name. “Just like that, kitten,” he murmured, stopping for only a second. “Moan my name. Cry it out. Scream it out.”

Taehyung licked a long strip up my core, making me shiver, before hooking two fingers underneath my panties and yanking them down. Making eye contact with me, he slowly slid them down my legs and over my ankles, taking his time.

I whimpered. “Taehyung, stop teasing.”

“Hush, kitten. You’ll get what you want.”

He leaned in once more and started eating me out with vigor. I gasped in surprise, my juices coating his face as the sight of his long tongue pushing inside of me turned me on even more. After a bit, he stopped tongue-fucking me and pushed his middle finger inside, wrapping his lips around my clit.

“Taehyung, nnnggh, fuck!” I cried out, my hips bucking, my hands kneading my breasts which were still encased by my bra.

He grunted and merely pumped his finger faster, soon after adding a second one. I was in heaven. It wouldn’t be long before all that sexual frustration found relief. My moans got louder and higher in pitch until my orgasm crashed into me, waves of pleasure rippling through every inch of my body, my thighs shaking uncontrollably.

My boyfriend worked me through it, not stopping until I whimpered from overstimulation. He slowly pulled his fingers out and I clenched around nothing, gasping for air. “I’ll give you a couple minutes jagiya,” he said, smirking and lifting his sweater over his head to finally reveal his toned torso. “But after that, I’m going to fuck you into next week.”

A shiver went through me at his words. I got up, legs still shaky, and accepted a glass of water Taehyung poured out for me. Gulping it down, I reached around my sweaty body and unhooked my bra, sliding the straps down my arms, slowly letting it fall down my chest. Taehyung groaned at the sight of my naked form, reaching to undo his pants.

I grabbed his hands, stopping him, and undid his belt buckle for him, slowly lowering the zipper.

“Kitten,” he moaned, his eyes dark and hooded. “Quit teasing.”

I smirked. “Karma’s a bitch, isn’t she?”

Taehyung growled then swooped me up and carried me to the bedroom, tossing me on his bed. He ripped off his trousers and boxer-briefs then crawled over me, pressing his full, hard length into my core and rubbing it between my legs. I gasped, my hands scrambling all over his back, pulling him close. “Ready?” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.

I wanted to say yes, but common sense stopped me. “Wait… condom?”

“Oh, right!” Taehyung stood up and opened his bedside drawer, pulling out a wrapper and tearing it open with his teeth. He rolled the condom on, and I took a moment to appreciate just how thick he was. He looked like he could fill me up for days.

Once again, my boyfriend crawled on top of me and started teasing me once more. I reached down to push him inside, but he playfully smacked my hand away. “Relax,” he murmured. “Let me take care of you.”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pushed his full length inside, going slowly so I could adjust to the stretch. Once he bottomed out, he kissed me hard, tongue swirling around mine. He slowly started to rock his hips, and I tore my mouth from his, gasping out. It wasn’t long before he was sliding his cock all the way out and quickly slamming it back in, the speed causing both of us to pant.

“Oh god, there, right there,” I gasped as he hit that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Taehyung grunted. “So… fucking… tight,” he said, emphasizing each word with a hard thrust. “Gonna… cum… soon.”

“Me too,” I whimpered, feeling my muscles start to spasm.

My second orgasm crashed into me like a tidal wave, the force of it so strong I couldn’t help but dig my nails into his back, crying out his name. “Taehyung! Taehyung! Oh god, Taehyung!”

“That’s it, kitten, scream my name,” Taehyung huffed, going faster and faster until he too grunted, pushing deep into me, his cock twitching with the force of his orgasm.

He pulled out of me and kissed me deeply. “Happy anniversary, jagiya,” he panted before rolling over and cuddling me to his wide chest.

I sighed happily, still a bit out of breath. “Wow. Happy anniversary indeed.”

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“No. You actually look perfect.” Kurt says, carding his fingers through Blaine's mop of curls. Blaine hums happily in response, leaning into the touch. "And I love the little curls at the nape of your neck. They get even springier and soft and fun to tug on when they're not matted with gel." Kurt laughs, pressing light butterfly kisses to the curls on the nape of Blaine's neck. "I love you."

Blaine shivers in response, his skin prickling with goosebumps.  He feels like he doesn’t deserve this, Kurt, his love, his heart again. It makes his stomach sick and Kurt can sense it.

“Blaine.” Kurt condescends, “Stop. I love you, I never stopped loving you. Please stop feeling guilty.”

Blaine gulps, swallowing hard as Kurt begins trailing kisses down his chest.

"And you know what? I'm going to make sure you believe that. I’m going to make sure you know you’re mine. Take off your clothes." Kurt demands, reaching a hand up Blaine’s shirt to pet at the hair across Blaine's torso.

"Ok-kay." Blaine stutters, fumbling with the buttons on his jeans.

Eventually, after a few kisses, Kurt whispering sweet nothings into Blaine's ear, Blaine manages to become completely naked, sprawled across his bed. Kurt is staring at him now and Blaine squirms under the gaze, feeling exposed as ever.

"Kurt." Blaine whines. Kurt ignores him, but stalks closer to the bed. "Kurt, please."

"Just let me look, Blaine. God, you're beautiful" Kurt traces a finger along Blaine's collarbone.

Blaine's eyes flutter closed, waiting in anticipation for Kurt's touch.

"I mean, look at this. It's perfectly defined. From your neck, to torso, all the way to your hipbones." Kurt mumbles, trailing a hand to the designated places as Blaine groans, reverberating throughout his body. “I love it.”

Kurt travels his hand back up, flicking over a nipple with his pinkie all while mumbling about how beautiful Blaine is beneath him and that sets him over the edge. Blaine claws at Kurt, fisting a hand in his shirt and pulling him on top of him.

"Blaine" And this time Kurt whines, low in his throat as Blaine nips at his neck. "Stop." Blaine obliges immediately, staring up at Kurt with furrowed eyebrows.

"I want to do this for you. I want to show you just how stunning you are, that you shouldn’t feel guilty anymore, that I love you." Blaine nods his head wirelessly. "Now, no touching, alright? Just let me..." Kurt trails of, tracing spirals on Blaine's stomach. "And don't come. Not yet, anyways."

Blaine nods, keeping his eyes peeled open. He didn’t dare close them-every time he has since The Mistake of All Mistakes (yes, it is capitalized and has been made), he sees a stranger of a man kissing him, touching him and he hated it. He just wants to remember Kurt, Kurt touching him, kissing him, loving him and how much Blaine loves every second of it.

Kurt sucks red, dark marks onto either side of Blaine’s hipbones-bites that he knows are going to bruise. It makes Blaine feel a rush of love and arousal because holeyshit Kurt is marking him. Making Blaine his all over again and Blaine can’t help but buck his hips, hoping for friction but finding none.

Kurt crawls up the bed, and Blaine rips out a moan, extremely loud because the image of that made Blaine crazy.

Kurt smiles devilishly in response, leaning over to suck over Blaine’s collarbone. He nips at every spot, making sure to leave a reminder. Kurt eventually reaches that spot behind Blaine’s ear that only he could ever know makes Blaine wildand ghosts his breath over it and-

“Kurt, I’m gonna-“ Blaine pants, his knuckles turning white where they’re clutching at the sheets.

“It’s okay, Blaine. You can come.” Kurt says sweetly, biting lightly at the lobe of Blaine’s ear. “It’s all okay now. You’re mine.” And with that, Blaine is coming, all over his stomach and Kurt’s fist and when did that get there, harder than he has in months. And gosh, he should feel embarrassed, he barely lasted ten minutes, but he feels sated, happy, blissful.

“I love you, Kurt.” Blaine croaks out after a few minutes. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He repeats, letting the tears fall down his face.

“Shh, baby, don’t cry.” Kurt soothes, cupping Blaine’s cheek and stroking it with the pads of his thumb.

“I’m all yours Kurt, always will be, always want to be.” Blaine continues, the tears becoming plentiful. “I’m so sorry.” Blaine whispers.

“Shh, I know.” Kurt flashes a watery smile. “Just, cuddle with me, okay?”

“Always.” Blaine mouthes, letting his head fall against Kurt’s clothed chest.

And that night, Blaine didn’t dream of the touches, tastes, smells of the man of The Mistake of All Mistakes, but his soul mate. A cheerful dream matched with a pleasant night’s sleep-something he hasn’t had in months.