#thotantics

As part of IMM (International Masturbation Month - yes I’m still on that) I thought I would share some of my favourite fics from other people, specifically my moots.

Day two brings you @thotantics​

Who is doing it like Jes?

I found Jes when  looking for content that suited my needs as a multi fan but also someone that has similar *tastes* to content as me… which is hard to find ANYTHING on Tumblr.

Jes has everything you need:

Smut - not just smut… like actual real smut. The type of smut you know that’s been inspired by actual events.

Multi - there’s Monsta X and GOT7 in that Masterlist

As well a collection of FxF and Poly content

Not only does she listen to my random ramblings but she responds to her request line with serious enthusiasm… when it’s open of course. That bitch is busy!

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly,” he says, and his voice is low with nervousness as he lays naked on the bed, looking at you expectantly. You’re stepping out of your clothes, the rough denim of your jeans giving way to silk lingerie, a surprise matching set that you’re pleased to see makes his cock twitch on his belly. 

“I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone this badly,” you reply, smiling at him as you adjust your underwear so it looks perfect, cutely posing for him. He smiles back and you crawl onto the bed to sit down in-between his legs. “Are you sure?” you ask, wanting to make triple sure, wanting to hear him say it again, secretly loving the words on his tongue, 

“Yes...” he says, his hands clutching at the sheets,  “...please,” 

You lower yourself onto your front, lifting his legs up and over your shoulders. You kiss along the side of his thighs slowly, letting him settle himself against you, before you spread him open to your mouth and begin to lick at him. He groans instantly at the touch of your tongue on his asshole, his thighs flexing as you delve inside of him. When you begin to finger him he starts to keen, a whimper falling from his lips that would make anyone blush, so you make your movements stronger, more loaded with intent. 

Eventually, he’s starting to strain against your motions, his cock rock hard against his body, his face covered in sweat. You lower him gently down and reach for the strap - but as your hands latch on it you feel him collect you up, suddenly kissing you hard, his hands on your ass, reaching for you, wandering, 

“Heyyyy–” you laugh, pushing him off and fastening the strap around your waist, “This is about you, remember?” 

He lays back down obediently but his eyes are blazing with want. You do your best to avoid his gaze as you reposition yourself, pulling his legs up once more. You gently paw at him, making sure he’s still wet, before you line yourself up with him. “Are you-” you begin, but he thrashes his head against the pillows, 

“Please,” he says, and his voice is fragile with desperation, “...just fuck me!”

And so, you do. 

You enter him slowly, feeling resistance only for a minute or so as he adjusts to you, the familiar whimper coming again, melting your heart. He’s panting soon, his legs beginning to tremble against you as you repeatedly thrust into him. 

“I just want you to....” he gasps, and you see tears forming in his eyes as you fuck him, deeper now, “....I just want you to come too,” 

“Shhh,” you say softly, gripping down on him as you angle yourself even further into him, watching the way his face is becoming loose in expression, lost in the feeling, his eyes shut tight, his teeth biting down hard on his lips as he begins to moan even louder, 

“Come for me baby,” you say, your heart beating hard as you watch him fall apart in front of you... 

And so, he does.  

‘This isn’t a date’ you keep telling yourself as you’re walking in the picturesque scenery along the Han. The leaves falling like snow in shades of red, orange and yellow. Littering the floor ahead of you like it’s your own personal red carpet event. Nothing unusual about your day out with a close friend, your handsome best friend that’s talking about that book you’ve both been reading.

“Are you even listening to me?” he doesn’t sound annoyed, he’s just teasing you as you stare ahead in the distance. You swallow your heart down your throat before responding, “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

He bursts into laughter, looking at the floor before meeting your eyes, “Where is that head of yours huh?”. His arm wrapping around your shoulder pulling you close to his body as you continue your stroll. 

Looking up at him, he’s dressed in his wool coat and beanie. A scarf hanging loose around his neck as it’s still a little too warm to wear the number of layers you both have on. Your breath steaming in the cooled air as the sun sets around you. He’s nature walk personified and his skin still shows the glowing scars of a warm sunny summer. He’s a dream. But he’s your BFF and there’s no way he feels the same back. I mean, look at you. You’re dressed in your jeans, sneakers, a wool coat and a hat that has cat ears. How goofy can you get?!

Your pulse thudding in your chest and the lump in your throat returns as you fall into silence once more. You desperately hope he can’t feel or hear your heartbeat through your layers. You’re certain that if you don’t keep drinking your Americano your heart will jump from your throat and run away with itself. You’ll end up saying something you shouldn’t or worse, doing something you shouldn’t.

He’s still talking as you approach your parked car but what about you’re not sure. You’ve completely zoned out with your efforts to try and block out your feelings. Once settled in the car, his hand finds yours on the gear stick, “Are you ok?”. He’s holding your hand. He’s fucking holding your hand.

Your freaking out inside, desperately hoping it’s not showing on the outside but you’re definitely certain he can feel your rapid pulse as he’s using both hands to smother yours. You look down at his grip and look to him. He reacts the same way. Nothing is said and he doesn’t need to. He doesn’t need to ask anything because he can feel it. Your heart fluttering against his skin. 

Joon’s known you long enough to read you. There’s a look in your eyes of dread and uncertainty and he has the same but there’s an atmosphere in the car that’s thick with electricity. He removes a hand, and he places it under your chin in what feels like slow motion. He rubs the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip which your body gives into. Relaxing slightly to the sensitivity as your eyes roll closed at the gentlest of touches before he caresses his hand backwards to the nape of your neck. His other hand actually holding yours now as he pulls you into him.

His eyes are scanning your face and settling on your lips before yours reopen to settle on his soft plump lips approaching yours. ‘It’s happening. Fuck it’s happening’. He kisses you. His fingers entwined in your hair as the other is pulled against his chest, which you break free to settle both around his neck. Both of you pulling each other in closer as you sink into it, the tiniest hint of tongue exposed to test the water and taste each other.

You both break apart, catching a breath that feels like it’s been held for forever. Foreheads bumping as you pant, the windows fogging a little thanks to the car being warmer than outside. He’s watching your lips, worrying his bottom lip as he thinks about what he’s just done. A silence between you broken when he finally opens his husky mouth, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“You’re so bad,” he says, his voice musical with ridicule. “I honestly don’t know why I put up with you.” 

He punctuates each of the last four words with a sharp thrust, and with each one your head collides with the pillows that are now pressed against the headboard; occasionally one spills off onto the floor. You look up at him and behind the snarky pout on his face you can see the hidden smile in his eyes. 

“You’re so needy when you’re drunk” you say, rolling your eyes, “It’s cute.”

Yoongi stumbles a little at your words, the neon lights from the club hitting his eyes, shading them pink (or purple?) for a fraction of a second. He looks at you, and despite your annoyance, you feel yourself starting to burn for him. It’s so slow - a familiar feeling somewhere in your guts, like flames spreading on gasoline.

“Why don’t you just fuck me right here, in front of all these people?” he shouts in your ear, his chin flicking up in a sneer that he doesn’t mean to look as tough as it does. You know this, because as he does it his hands still seek out yours, and he pulls you onto him gently. You start to smile despite yourself. It’s Yoongi after all.

People mill around you and as you look at him you feel all your anger at him - for getting drunk quicker than you, for acting like such an idiot all night, for being a brat - all of it melts away. He smiles at you and you hang your head, shaking it before looking back up at him.  “I love you,” you smile, kissing him as he hiccups a giggle into your mouth, “... you jerk.”