My Personal Dumping-ground

I have YEARS worth of self insert x reader fics for so many fandoms in my drafts so I decided to post them here finally so I don't risk losing them if I ever get locked out of my og account. Whatever fandom brought you here, I hope you enjoyed the little fic I had lol

[itsoutrageouss]

sapphire daggers - aemond targaryen

summary: when you best your ‘husband’ aegon in a hunt, it results in unimaginable fury. None other than his brother, who taught your excellent aim, is there to save you and claim you for himself in the confinements of his rooms.

words: 4,8k

warnings: SMUT (aemond x reader), fingering, pussy eatinggg, dom!aemond, infidelity, violence, drowning, tension in house green, oblivious viserys

The wind tugged at your hair as you took the final steps up the mountain hill. Your husband Aegon was trodding his steps behind you, an endless string of filthy curses falling from his cruel mouth. Your husband- the words were bitter to you, withholding none of the implications and meanings you thought when the time would come. Instead you’d landed in the claws of the future king, a boy with hatred and unwillingness swimming in his eyes.

“This fucking mountain is endless. What are we even doing here?” He asks, for the umpteenth time. Your jaw ticks violently, lucky your back is turned to him so he won’t notice the cross of defiance in your features. He always noticed. There were always consequences.

“It’s a hunt, my husband. The animals flee to the mountains, here is where we will have luck, if any place” you argue, trying to sound complacent, though it burns on your tongue. You feel his eye roll as you lift your skirt over a root, squinting against the horizon, the quiet water below.

“Yes thank you, wife. I’m not fucking stupid, am I? Why do you even care about the hunt? You should’ve stayed with Helena and… dallied about instead of interfering. You’re no good here.” He says with disdain, and he smirks when your shoulders tense. He likes riling you up, likes reminding you of your standing. Future queen, but his bitch no matter what.

Crushing a beetle under your boot, you turn, hair sticking to your lips. “I like spending time with you.” You say, the words so flat and useless that he laughs, and steps closer, your heels digging into the hard ground. His eyes turn amused and evil, but before he can utter a remark or put a hand on you, you put a finger to your own lips to shush him, pointing into the treeline. A stag. Brown, fur smooth and golden like it has never seen a rough day in its life.

You watch as Aegon reaches backwards slowly, grasping for an arrow. Something defiant curls up your throat, and your own hand reaches for one of two gifted daggers sheathed at your thigh. It’s barely a conscious decision. He isn’t a good hunter, he’s lazy and lacks the will. But you’ve been throwing daggers at an imaginary vision of him with every moment of solitude you could find in the yards, ever since you were taught how to aim.

He shoots, the arrow striking the stag's ear, making it whine and bolt. But you’re quicker, flicking off the dagger half a second after his miss, it’s stone catching in the last sunlight. It strikes a tendon in the throat. Aegon snaps his head back, eyes wide. The stag isn’t dead; your blade wasn’t long enough for its thick skin. It's wailing on the ground and you use Aegon’s stupor to grab an arrow from his back and seize his bow. You manage to send the arrow just before he rips the weapon from your hand and shove you hard with his other. The breath knocks from you as your palms scrape the ground, back snapping against a swollen root. But the only cry heard is yours. The arrow hit, the stag lay silent.

Your nerves fight to hold off the smile that smother your lips at your own capability that so rarely got to flourish. But the consequences followed within seconds.

“You cunt” Aegon growls when his brain finally catch up to what happened, how his wife, who wasn’t even supposed to know how to wield a weapon, has bested him in his own hunt- has slain the animal before him. Not a rabbit, not a mouse but a stag. A king.

Every tendon in his body strains, his veins popping as his eyes turn wider and manic with a fury you never hope to be aimed at you. Already you’re wincing as he grabs your collar and sweeps you to your feet with a violent drag.

“How the fuck do you even know how to use a dagger like that?” He asks but interrupts himself, slapping your cheek hard. You feel your teeth ache, a warm metallic taste pooling in your lower mouth.

“Aemond taught me once” you say, and it’s so stupid because you know the words only set him off further- any mention of Aemond did. He growls, his teeth barred and breath warm as his nose touch your cheek, your head turned and eyes closed, awaiting punishment. This isn’t a predicament you hadn’t been in before, but outright shaming him like this was new.

“You spend time with my brother?” He asks with a downturned, disgusted mouth before he looks to the stag, reminding him of more important matters. And you hadn’t really spent time with Aemond, not more than that one time he found you throwing knives at the ground and had taken it upon himself to make sure you could at least hit the target. Later you’d found two daggers with a sapphire I crested in the hilt, under your pillow. But letting Aegon think there was more to it, wasn’t your biggest concern right now either. Your own eyes follow his to the defeated animal, the pride unable to be contained in your chest but he’s quick to seize it, digging the rough pads of his fingers into your cheeks and turning you to face him. He enjoys the way you wince.

“If anyone asks, that was my dagger in the beast. You had nothing to do with this” he says, and you hear the urgency that lies under the harsh command. The insecurity; Imagine the realm found out, his mother and father, that he was too slow, that he missed, and that his bitch wife handled it for him. His cheeks redden with fury and imagined shame.

“I will do no such thing. That stag is mine to claim” you say, anger and untamed injustice rising up your throat, making your hands fist, nails digging into the softness of your own palms. He huffs and it turns to a laugh as he seems to remember the extend of free will his position gives him. He pushes you backwards. Back and back until the wind claws at your skirts and your heel tips into nothingness. The edge is right there, his hand bunched at your torso. You reach for your second blade, but he’s quicker, fear halting your movements at the worst of times. It gets thrown somewhere behind him as both your hands hold onto his arm. “You won’t.” You said, almost certain. Almost.

“I don’t need you, you do know that right? You’re here, so I have someone to fuck an heir into. You think you can undermine me? What if your eagerness got the best of you? Made you miss the edge of the mountain because you’re a bit simple in the head, perhaps? Wouldn’t put it past you.” He says, low and pleasurable. He revels in this power.

“They all know I’m smarter than you, Aegon . Even the king. And all his subjects, too.” You hiss, eyes burning with fire and tears. He flinches visibly and poorly masks it with a steely gaze.

“They also know that if they dare speak against me, they will all die. So let’s see who they believe, hm?”

He lets go. Not just that, he pushes, his shoulder moving forwards with the might of it. Your lungs seem to shrink to nothing, a flat vacuum as the air embraces you. The sky is bright as you reach for it, but it’s futile, it’s all you can do as your heart plummets faster than your body. It hurts, all of your nerves punished by physics, by the surface of the water that barely seems to break for you. It engulfes, adds shock to your already endangered system. There’s nothing and no one to reach for, the water rippling slower and slower, forgetting the memory of your body. Soon everybody will, you think.

Then something seizes your hand, and you think it might be the stranger that’s come for you. But this is a face you’ve seen before, you’re certain even in your half conscious state.

Sand and gravel crunches under you where you lay. Instead of opening your eyes to the sky, you’re met with Aemond’s face. His mouth is drawn tight as he slaps your cheek lightly.

“Wake up” he says, he commands, but it’s not rough, more so a little urgent. Your body instinctively heaves, lifting to your elbows as sea water spills between coughs. He runs a hand over his own face streaked with droplets, dripping from his nose and chin his other hand on your back.

“Did you fall?” He asks and squints towards the mountain where he’d seen your familiar silhouette go down like a marionette. He didn’t consider if saving you was stupid or smart, he’d moved on instinct into the water. You struggle to regain speech, it’s as if the entire ocean now resided in your lungs. He sighs with a familiar twitch of his mouth, sitting back on his haunches. Then he grabs your wrist, turning your hand to see the bloody scrapes of your palms. His visible eye slowly looks up at you, and your expression is enough of a tell for him.

His nostrils flare, jaw rhythmically tightening as he looks up the mountain side again. “Bastard,” he says before standing up decisively and pulling your forearm. You stumble into his leather clad chest, his chin dipping down to look at you with… something satisfied or intrigued, you think.

Your hair is heavy with water, and the first step you take makes you wince, your entire back aching from hitting the water from so high. He hums as he assesses you, hand still holding you up. “I’ll take you back to the castle. Hunt’s over.” He says. You haven’t uttered a word yet. He doesn’t seem to care.

Wind nearly knocks you again as Vhagar’s wings disrupt the sky, his talons taking place on top of trees like they were pebbles, crushing them with splintering noises. It doesn’t phase Aemond, his eye doesn’t squint even slightly as you observe him. Though he does step in front of you, a hand on your waist to cover the worst of it from your already damaged state.

“I’ve never been on dragon back” you mutter, voice garbled and broken. Small, and you hate it. He whips his head around to face you. “Aegon never took you?” He asks and you raise a brow.

“He just tried to kill me. No, he hasn’t taken me on an adventure ride.” You say flatly, still managing a sliver of wit that makes a sole corner of Aemond’s mouth tug upwards.

“Seems he didn’t succeed in killing your attitude” Aemond says and extends a hand. You hesitantly grab it. “As an apology for my brothers… behaviour, let me take you home on the largest dragon in Westeros.” He says with a more prominent smirk. Your eyes narrow, a playful lilt despite the pain still dominating your limbs.

Getting up Vhagar didn’t prove to be an easy task, especially not with water filled shoes and bloodied hands. But with Aemond’s graceful help, you manage your way. It’s clear he knows his way around the creature. His body presses firm against your back, and you stiffen when his lips barely brush your ear. “Hold on sweetheart.”

Being thrown from a mountain and then riding the largest dragon across forests. This day you were certain to remember, if you lived to see others.

His stride was quick through the courtyards, into the vast hallways. “Where are we going?” You ask. He pauses with the way your voice is metres behind him. With a sigh, he walks backwards before lifting you by the knees and back to carry you, since you can’t seem to match his pace. He doesn’t care who sees. He likes the maids and guards looking, like catching their eye to watch their flustered stare meet their own feet instead.

“You’re heavy.” He says with a smile, still looking ahead and your eyes narrow sharply.

“I’m wearing soaking wet gowns.” You snap back, and he huffs barely through his nose.

“Did your humour get lost in the water, princess? I could carry you with a single hand if I wanted to” he says, his voice sharp as well, glancing down at you with a firmer look.

“Just because your dragon is grand, doesn’t mean you are” the words fall before you can stop them. You expect him to stop walking, to put you down and…

“I’m not going to hit you just because my brother would have.” He says as he watches the gears turn in your head. Had you caught him another time, he might’ve reprimanded you somehow, but the challenge in your eyes is refreshing to him. You catch him off guard.

“Unlike him, I don’t get threatened by a challenge. I rise to it.” He says proudly as the doors to his chamber open by quiet guards that close them again quickly, without question. They’ve learned not to by now. He puts you down, but before you find your footing, his hand digs under the bottom of your corset and lifts you up, enough for your feet to dangle over the carpet, his nose almost touching yours. He smiles as your breath hitches, cocking his head. “You see?”

One hand.

You gulp thickly. You’re not scared. You’re intrigued, curious, as he gently lowers you. He strips off his outer layers, and you watch his white undershirt cling to his skin, soaked through. His shoulder blades move under your eyes and when he turns you’re quick to look the other way, staring into the flame of a candle. Then he’s behind you, slowly unlacing the back of your dress.

“What happened to make him push you? I know he likes to toy with you but you must’ve set him off,” he inquired, his voice low, existing only between the space from his mouth to your ear despite the desolate room. You shiver. Probably from the water, you think.

Your breath comes easier as he unlaces slowly, slender fingers pulling on the silk ribbons. Your eyes crinkle softly with pride. “We saw a stag, up on the hill. He didn’t even want to walk up it to begin with, the lazy boy.” You began and he hummed in response, shrugging the corset off of you. His hands gently moved you to face him in your undergown and knee long bloomers. His fingers went to the bottom of the long layer, slowly lifting the gown, without looking away from your eyes. Your chest hammered, hands still trembling at your sides and this did little to quell it. “And?” He asks patiently.

“And… his first arrow missed. Striked the poor animal’s ear” you said. He pulled the cold, wet fabric over your head, leaving your chest bare, and you were sure he could see the thud of your heart if he looked down. But he didn’t, instead waiting for you to continue.

“I took my dagger. Landed it right to its throat.” You say and he smiles, watching the pride in your eyes mimic his own. His eyes move down, lingering on your chest before he sees the two empty sheaths strapped to your pants.

“You had to use both? Thought I taught you better” he tsk’s as his fingertips tap the empty pockets.

“It was a big stag. But I didn’t use two. I took Aegons bow and landed the final blow. He took my last dagger in anger.” You say and watched his smile widen.

“Atta girl.” He mumbles as he unties the sheaths and let them drop. Your breath hitches, his ears perking at the sound.

Then his hands go to untie the bloomers, suddenly much closer. “If you were my wife, I would’ve proudly let you take the stag home” he says as his hands work, steadily. You bite into the inside of your cheek, eyes roving over his face.

“I would’ve made you carry it” you say and a dry snicker escapes him.

“Aegons a petty boy.” His nose brushes yours, the motion reminding you of his dragon. You tip your chin back slightly, following his movements like water. “Did you use the blades I gave you?” He mutters and you nod.

Your pants drop. Then he does something so unexpected, every fiber of your being stills. He lowers himself to his knees, his pointers hooking under your underwear and pulling them down slowly. He’s so close to where you didn’t even realise before now that you were throbbing, throbbing for him despite the hurdles your body had gone through.

It’s so exposing, yet you don’t feel humiliated the way Aegon makes you feel. His breath fans between your legs, hands on the backs of your thighs to feel your squirming. “I could treat you so much better. You could be my capable princess, instead. My warrior queen.” He whispers slowly, drags the words in that way he always does and a whimper crawls up your usually defiant throat. Your hands move behind you, leaning against the desk despite the scraped skin there. You can barely feel it, as he lifts one thigh over his shoulder, running alongside his white hair. He inhales deeply and you blush profusely.

“Has Aegon ever done this to you?” He asks lowly, looking up from between your thighs. Your lips press together tightly as you shake your head. He grunts in disapproval before his tongue slowly glides up the apex of your thigh, just short of where you want it. It makes your back arch. He tastes the sea on your skin, a reminder to himself to be gentle with you body even if his fire is urging him to do differently. Yet now that he has you here, outside the claws of his brother, he is in no hurry. He always knew you had defiance in you, had a potential his brother would be weakened by, because he was a weak man. But Aemond wasn’t weak, and wouldn’t be frailed by a powerful woman. He’d rise with you.

Your hand carefully places itself over his on your thigh, testing the waters. He allows it, intertwines a few fingers with yours before his tongue runs hot through your folds. You gasp at the new sensation, the filth of his mouth there making you wet, making you sensitive. He revels in the way you squirm, and he lets you, doesn’t pin you down but follows your hips with his mouth eagerly, latching onto your clit, circling and sucking. He can’t help but look up, wishing his second eye could also see the way pleasure blooms in you, in how he’s the one helping you discover. “Aemond” you whisper and squeeze his hand. His eye closes, humming. It goes through you, makes you shiver as his jaw opens wider, lavishing his tongue over the whole of your cunt, prodding against your hole before returning happily to your clit.

“Gods” you moan, unable to look away from him despite how your eyes nearly close. He lifts your second thigh over his shoulder and moves you back to settle on the table, letting him closer. He hums like he’s enjoying this just as much as you, pulling away for an agonising second to peel the white shirt from his own body. You rove over his slender, strong body, over the muscles flexing as he moves over you, a hand pushing aside the works on his desk so you can lie back. His head follows you down, cradling the back of yours.

“I like watching you squirm for me” he says with a smile and you’re too stunned by pleasure to reciprocate it, his chest swelling with newfound pride. He opens his mouth, pressing his fingers against your soft lips. You mimic him, letting them glide along your tongue. The fascination in his eyes burn through you, and with a wet pop you let his salty fingers slip. His hand moves out of your sight before the same two fingers prod against your wet entrance that clench around nothing.

He licks his lips before his nose nudges your jaw “can you take it?” He asks and you nod, your hips seeking the tips of his hovering fingers, to prove your point. Then wordlessly he slips them both, wet with your spit, into you and curls them up. You’re so tight and hot he might lose it entirely.

Your throat tightens, a broken sound echoing in the chamber and he bites down on the supple skin between your neck and shoulder, not enough to hurt but as a warning. It makes you twitch around him and he chuckles. “Need you to keep quiet. For all Aegon knows, you’re on the bottom of the ocean. Not here, whimpering so sweetly just for me.” He mutters and you wonder if he’s only doing this to spite his brother. It wouldn’t surprise you, but when he spent hours teaching you to land a dagger, he never told a soul. He could’ve let you drown, too. He didn’t have to forge you blades with his jewel engraved in them.

“Stop thinking” he says as he catches onto the change in your demeanour. His fingers pull out before landing a slap to your cunt that makes you gasp pleasurably. “That’s the only way I’ll hit you, understood?” He says, his eye piercing yours. Your nod is compliant in the most willing way you’ve ever taken an order. Then his fingers are in you again, faster and insistent as they curl, his palm slapping you clit. It sounds so wet, and his tongue curls around his teeth in satisfaction while your own hand claws at his neck desperately. He likes the pain of it.

“Harder.” He says and in tact with his palm smacking against your clit, his fingers suffocating between your tight walls, your nails dig into his pale skin and a moan of his own slips between yours.

You cum, you can’t even warn him because you’ve never known the feeling from another person's hands before, and it’s so different. It’s violent and all consuming and desperate because his palm only teases your most sensitive spot whenever his fingers are all the way in. It’s not enough, and too much as you clamp your thighs over his wrist. He watches your face so intensely you wonder if he even realise he’s doing it. High Valyrian words fall from his lips, but you don’t understand. They roll from his tongue and you swallow them down anyways.

He slowly down, pulls his fingers out and brings them to his own lips, his sharp jaw slackening as he sucks them clean in front of you. You’re burning up, about to look away but his other hand curls under your jaw and makes you keep looking until he’s done. He hums.

“I’ll get someone to run a bath.” there’s a hint of tenderness in his voice as he looks at your palms again before moving hair away from your eyes and helping you upright.

He calls in a maid that doesn’t dare to look your way as you grab your wet dress and hold it over your bare body. He doesn’t care about his own nudity, peeling off his eyepatch. Then he whispers something to the maid and she runs off.

“You look like you’re scheming” you say finally, tilting your head. He smiles, looks at you over his shoulder.

“You’re gonna wear your prettiest dress for dinner tonight.” He says. You smother your own expression of excitement at facing Aegon after what he did, and it mingles heavily with worry. It could wreak absolute havoc- one of Aemond’s specialties.

“He’s gonna kill me properly” you say and stand up.

“I won’t let him.” Aemond says simply and disappears into the bathing chamber. You follow him. “He tried to kill you. No doubt mother will be furious enough to consider his head for it.”

“Is that why you’re doing this?” You ask, trying to figure him out as you hold the wet gown tighter against your body, standing in the doorway. He pauses before walking up and grabbing the dress from you before guiding you to the warm water.

“There’s a lot of reasons.” He says and it clearly leaves no invitation for you to inquire further. On another day you might prod him, but you think today has brought you enough risk. He strips down and enter the bath with you, the water spilling over the edge. In silence he cleans the torn skin of your palm, the split in your lip you’d forgotten about. He rubs a cream on your aching back. The tenderness stuns you into saying nothing.

“Did you mean it?” You ask finally. The water moves with him as he shifts behind you.

“Mean what?” He asks.

“That I could be yours, instead.”

You don’t see him but there’s a twitch of his hand that rests on the side of the bath, his eye closed where he’s leaned back. You keep looking ahead.

“You already are.”

In his chamber one of your dresses lie on his bed, a maid standing idly by its side. “Get her ready” Aemond says. He leans in, brushing a wet strand from your ear. “I’ll be back for you” he says, and then he’s gone in a flurry of black leather and white hair.

The maid eyes you and you give her a pleading look. Silently, she makes a lock and key over her mouth and you smile. “Let’s get you ready for the feast, princess. Did you hear the princ- eh your husband, killed a stag?” She said, faltering over her words. You let her put up your hair even though it was wet.

“Did he now?” You respond calmly. She nods.

“It’s acclaimed he used an arrow and a dagger too, both perfect aim.” She says.

Your brows furrow pretentiously “the king didn’t have daggers with him.” You say with faux confusion. The maid’s eyes land on the empty sheets in your pile of clothes and she gulps.

“I must’ve heard incorrectly then. Whoever killed it, however it happened, the king is said to have praised the shot to the skies” she says with careful amusement. She eyes you, not to overstep and relaxes when you smile at her in the mirror.

You’re wearing your most lavish jewels, the dress is blue. Sapphire to be specific, like Aemond’s eye. Like the hilt you’d flung at tonight’s dinner. And he’s not wearing the patch, when he comes in. He lets himself look at you and even the maid looks proud of how majestic you present.

“You look perfect” he muses and guides you with a hand on your back that’s certain to catch attention.

When you enter the dining hall, Queen Alicent rushes to your side. Her eyes are wide as she glares at Aemond’s hand which he lets linger before slowly dropping it. She swallows before cupping your face. “Are you well? I heard- Aegon told me you fell and the guards couldn’t find you- we thought you might’ve-“

A chair squeaks against stone as Aegon stands up. The look in his eyes is in fact priceless, and nothing compared to the gleam in Aemond’s eyes. “I rescued the princess from the water and brought her straight here.” He says, his voice quieting the room instantly. Alicent's hands drop slowly.

“I’m okay, thanks to Aemond.” You tell her earnestly. She nods with relief but she’s calculating, you can see it in her gaze. She’s smarter than believing the simple story. With flustered demeanour she urges you both to sit. Aegon does too, so stiffly he barely looks alive.

“How happy I am to see you, wife.” He says with malice that cuts you. It makes Aemond shift in his own seat, leaning forwards in the subtlest warning.

Aegon catches it, and he knows that the truth has undoubtedly reached his brother. He bites his tongue.

“Let us all eat, and be happy that the princess is unharmed by the aid of Aemond” Viserys says to quell the tension, clasping his hands together merrily as he looks at the cooked stag meat presented, center table.

“Aegon you may, very deservedly so, carve the first piece” he continues. Aegons jaw clicks as he stands up and grabs the carving knife.

“Was it a knife like that you used to slay the stag, brother?” Aemond asked so pointedly only Viserys doesn’t seem to pick it up.

“No, I hear it was a smaller one! With sapphires in the handles,” Viserys says proudly. Alicents eyes dart between the three of you, and lands on Aemond’s eyes. Your chest tightens but you force it straight.

Aegon flickers like a flame.

“That’s funny,” Aemond continues, slow and sly. “Those are the daggers I gifted to the princess. I believe she had them with her on the hunt, did you not?” He asks you, his eyes dangerous as they meet yours. You cannot forget his nature, though you know the danger isn’t aimed at you.

“I did. Two of them.” You say, and Alicent shifts, about to intercept.

“Did you borrow a dagger from your wife, Aegon? How romantic” Viserys muses.

“No he didnt” you say and watch Viserys’ brows furrow and Aegon shift restlessly, his hands itching to get violent, to seize this scheme of truth. The room is simmering, the air growing thicker by the minute. Aemond smiles proudly at your words.

“Then was it you-“ Alicent puts a firm hand on top of Viserys’ before his sentence can land in the room, afraid no one might go to bed after dinner if he did. “Let us not talk more, I am starving after the long day” she says firmly enough that he listens to his wife. She shakes his head his way, urging him to comply. Aegon stabs the carving knife into the meet so violently the table rattles before he walks off.

“Why doesn’t the princess carve in the lieu of her husband? Seems his temper got the best of him, once again” Aemond suggests and your eyes narrow at him, mouth pursed. His tongue rolls in his cheek as he pulls the knife from the meat and hands you the hilt. You look at Alicent, her body stiff as her lashes flutter y with a short nod “go ahead” she mumbles. You rightfully carve a piece for every plate except Aegons deserted one. And it tastes better than it ever has.

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[ohbbyherecomesthesound]

Tetsurou Kuroo x Reader

Summary: You are the assistant volleyball manager for Nekoma High School, after suggesting the boys sleep in after working so hard for the tournament and hit with dead silence, you regret having said anything. Kuroo lets the boys leave while the two of you clean up the gym, giving him a chance to talk to you. One thing leads to another...

Warnings: Smut, exhibitionism, sex in the gym storage room after everyone is gone, you are also attending Nekoma as a student, creampie, you shower together.

To say the boys had been working hard was an understatement. They were spending upwards of 3 hours every day after class preparing for the upcoming volleyball tournament season. Today was Saturday, if they wanted technically they could take the next day off, though they all quickly agreed to meet in the gym tomorrow bright and early 8am. You begged all of them to give themselves more time to sleep in and relax before it all got really stressful and hectic. You turned to look at all of them, none daring to make eye contact with you and cave.

“9am and that’s final” Kuroo’s deep voice cut through the stagnant air that you had unintentionally created. Your cheeks burned from pure embarrassment, you didn't want to be the one opposing opinion especially considering you weren’t even technically on the team. Hell the assistant management position was more like an excuse to have a girl around just for the sake of having a girl around. You were shaken from your thoughts quickly with a warm reassuring hand lightly pressing into your lower back, the deep voice continuing, “you guys clear out, you’ve worked hard this entire week, I'm sure Y/N here is more than willing to help put everything away.” he smirked down at you and you quickly turned from embarrassment to deflection, sticking your tongue out at him and turning on your heel to start gathering the scattered volleyballs around the gym.

All the guys said their goodbye’s quickly, walking out in the usual groups of 3 all heading in the same direction. You gathered all the balls and pushed them toward the storage closet, seeing Kuroo out of the corner of your eye you asked, “So when should I expect to get my jersey? I’d say I could easily fit a medium.” you turned to him with slitted eyes and a smirk on your face- something reminiscent of what he usually has going on 90% of the time. “Why would you need your own jersey when there’s a perfectly good one right here on my chest?” he asked, throwing the same expression and tone at you without missing a beat. You rolled your eyes quickly heading back passed him to grab the net that he had already lowered and laid on the ground for you to roll up neatly. 

While you did that, he hoisted both metal poles back into the storage room as well as the antennas. As you walked back over to the storage closet you glanced outside, not looking forward to the chilly walk home, the only upside being at least Kuroo would walk you the whole way there and he's basically a human furnace. Worst comes to worst you can just beg him for a piggy back to stay toasty... and maybe just to enjoy getting a piggyback from the 6′1 broad shouldered boy you fell in love with years ago. 

Walking into the dark storage room, you found the small table where the net usually went off to the left wall and placed it down, wondering why you hadn’t heard anything stupid fly out of Kuroo’s mouth in the last 15 seconds. Just as you went to turn around to look for him, a warm chest pressed against your back. You stiffened for a millisecond, not expecting anyone to be THAT close behind you before realizing it was just Kuroo and relaxing into him maybe a bit too comfortably. You had already embarrassed yourself enough tonight getting rejected by the whole team’s choice on morning practice, your mind thinking back to that wiped clean the second it popped up by Kuroo’s breath against the small amount of hair covering your left ear, successfully blocking out the light from the doorway as well. 

“You know manager, now that I think about it, you have worked really hard for us. Maybe you do deserve a jersey after all.” your breath caught in your throat, you didn’t dare cough up the spit that you had simultaneously and quietly choked on as he talked, still so close to your ear. Your entire head was on fire, starting right from the ear he was still stationed at, you let out a light breath you didn’t know you were holding. Say something, say anything, please, just get it out! As you parted your lips, you felt him press himself closer against you from behind, now very aware of just how close he was. You had only dreamed about this and far dirtier things with Kuroo and you were not about to mess up this chance he had so nicely graced you with, you took a quick half-breath in, matching his hushed tone, turning your head ever so slightly toward his mouth, “..think number 1 suites me the best, wouldn’t you?” 

As soon as you spit out the last bit you felt your face go 100 degrees. How you managed to actually spit out something THAT smooth was beyond you- you want to owe it to your embarrassment from earlier taking the edge off. He let out a soft breathy laugh, “I definitely agree with that idea kitten”. He quickly spun you around, gently grabbing your chin and tipping your head up to look him in the eye. Your head spun wildly as you zero’d into his wild cat-like gaze, he towered over you in the best way, he smirked, his teeth showing just passed his upturned lip, “be a good girl for me and we can see about that jersey”. Like a predator jumping on its prey he chuckled to himself before diving toward your lips. 

Soft. and warm. So, so warm. Your mind went blank as he gently kissed you. His gaze didn’t prepare you for a kiss this nice, you anticipated teeth clashing desperation. But this, this was powerful, yet so comforting. Getting over the initial shock of the kiss, you became very aware of your feet on the ground and sprung into action. Hopefully he was ready for the flood gates he just opened on himself; this was the only green light you needed to pursue all your feelings for him. You grabbed at his shirt, pulling him closer to you, his hands moving to your lower back arching you into him impossibly close. You felt every hard ridge of muscle he had packed on for years now, god, thank you volleyball. 

You pushed your hands up further to get at his hair, if you could get to his hair he was putty in your hands. The perfect opportunity arose as he lessened his grip on your back to move one hand to the workbench behind you, pressing you against it. He licked against the seam of your lips and you happily let him in- you would give him anything he wanted. As your tongues mingled you had finally gotten one hand into the hair at the nap of his neck. Grabbing a fist-full quickly and tugging at his roots to encourage him to suffocate the both of you before stopping. He pulled away from your mouth quickly to let out a groan and slammed his hips into yours, you becoming acutely aware of just how hard he was already, and it felt like it was burning a hole against your hip. 

You pulled him back to you, ducking for his neck to return the favor wanting everyone to know what he was up to tomorrow morning at practice. A moan bubbled from the back of his throat as you nipped and sucked dark rosy spots into his skin. A hand grabbed at your thigh and hoisted it up to angle his hips better against yours, his hips snapping into yours again, pushing a squeak out of you as he ground against your covered clit. “Sensitive hmm?” you teased before licking a stripe along the vein now popping along the side of his neck. He releases a heavy breath mixed with a moan in response. You smiled to yourself against his now boiling hot skin. 

“Don’t think for a second you have the upper-hand here” he warned. You felt your heartbeat pang deep inside your pussy, he laughed to himself under his breath, having stopped his movements entirely, pressed so close into you, “seems like you are more than okay with that”. A hotflash is the best way you could describe what he had done to you, a mix of embarrassment, worry, and acceptance washed over you in less than a second before he was moving again- this time shoving his thigh between your legs and underneath your skirt that you decided not to change out of after class in some hope that you would look prettier for him. You reminded yourself to never wear the track pants the club gave you ever again around him- this alone  was a good enough reason.

You moaned loudly at the sudden pressure against you, his shorts had ridden up leaving your thin panties the only thing separating you from him, even those weren’t doing a good job seeing as how they were soaked through already. “Drenched for me already kitten? I’m honored” he said into your neck as he kissed every inch of skin he could, one hand weaving its way into your skirt to lift the edge of your shirt out. Once he got half of it untucked, he shoved his hand up your shirt quickly squeezing you. He moved back to your mouth to distract you from his fingers pushing your bra cup down to get to your soft mound. He pinched at your nipple, moving back to assault your neck. Your hands were pressed against his chest, fisting his shirt to keep you somewhat grounded, you shoved your hands to your button up and unbuttoned as fast as your shaky hands would allow, you only got one undone before his warm hands covered yours, taking over. 

Shirt half untucked, entirely unbuttoned and your lips bright read as you tried to catch your breath was how he always wanted to see you, he didn’t think you could get even more beautiful and breathtaking, yet here you are. He groaned to himself, pushing a hand at his now incredibly hard bulge, his shorts doing nothing to hide his dick. Your eyes shot down to his hand, to get a glimpse of how big he was. “Oh my god” you whispered, still out of breath. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment” he said as he shoved his core against yours again, letting your legs relax against the floor again for just a second. “Such a dirty girl, letting her own captain dry fuck her in the storage closet” his voice was so deep you could feel the vibrations against your hands on his chest. You threw your head back at an attempt to get some air, his head diving down to mouth at your one breast still just barely hanging out of your bra cup. 

A shiver ran down your spine, “Kuroo, wait, the door. Anyone could- could find us” you panted. He growled against your supple skin before turning and grabbing the sliding door, throwing it shut, only a sliver of light emitting from the gym now into the storage closet. “Now, lets get things really started” he smiled down at you. He reached behind your back under your shirt to release your bra, one snap of his fingers he had it popped off its own latch. Before jumping toward the newly exposed skin, he grabbed your hips, pulling himself away from you. He trailed his fingers up your thigh to your underwear, tugging at one side. “I want you to step out with your left foot now kitten.” he instructed, his head planted against yours, watching himself pull your panties down far enough for you to step out with just one foot. 

Expecting him to let you do the same with the other foot, you shifted your weight. “Ah-ah-ah, these stay here” he said sharply as he tugged at your soaked rolled up panties still clinging to your right leg. He pushed them further up your thigh so they wouldn’t fall and pulled himself out of his shorts with ease. His shorts were as good as gone at this point, soaked from the outside and from the inside as his precum coating his shaft, “See what you do to me baby? God you are so perfect for me” he groaned as he pumped himself  in front of you. You really did try to stop yourself from staring but, fuck was his dick nice. 

Your mind wondered to how he would taste, heavy on your tongue as he shot his load down your throat. “I don’t have a condom, do you want to finish this on your knees baby?” he asked quickly through his moaning. Your knees gave out on you for just a second before you covered it up by pushing yourself onto your toes to catch his lips with yours. His hand shot to your lower back where it had made its home for a majority of this. You pulled away just as quick as you kissed him, “I’m on the pill, have been for years, just cum in me Kuroo” he groaned immediately, “that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, fuck” he pulled his hand away from himself pushing it against your hip to keep you from grinding against him. 

“Do you not-” you started, “NO- no believe me I do, god I do” he laughed, realizing how fucking bad he wanted to be inside you after waiting this long, “It's just, if you even graze me right now I might cum” he laughed throwing a hand behind him and scratching his neck. Your eyes dart to his bicep and how thick it is, god he really was just perfect everywhere, his thighs, his hair, his hands, his voice, you wanted it to surround you forever. He pressed his palm against your core and ran a finger up your slit, pressing it against your entrance and gliding in with ease, you let out a quick oH before he’s pulling his so much thinker and warmer than yours finger out of you, trailing up to your clit and pressing for just a second to hear you moan, before pushing his finger into his mouth sucking it clean. 

“God I cant wait to eat you till you’re shaking, you taste divine” taking his finger out of his mouth with a dramatic pop at the end, smiling down at you with your jaw dropped. “No more time for games” he smiled, pulling you on top of the workbench on top of the net you had placed there earlier. He spread your thighs, now at the perfect height for him to pierce you dead on. He lined himself up against you, dragging his tip along your soaked entrance, “Please Kuroo, fuck me” you whined. He didn't give you a second to breathe before he’s pressing his head into you, groaning as your heat sucked him in. You had never been this wet before when you would masturbate, your body contorted to fit him perfectly.

Once he was fully sheathed, he stood with an iron grasp on your hips, forehead resting on your shoulder just staring down at where you two were joined. There was no burn, just perfectly stretched to keep him right where he needed to be. “Kuroo” you purred, dragging your nails along his neck into his hair. Your pussy squeezed him involuntarily, forcing a moan from both of you, deep from your throats. He pulled out just a bit before slamming back into you, holding you as tight as he could against you so you could take every single inch of him. 

“Oh my god, please, please keep moving Kuroo” you begged. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you take me so well baby, god this pussy was made for me” he groaned as he pushed himself against you as fast as he could. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him right up against you, chest to chest. “Shirt, take your shirt off” you whined as he pushed into you. You could feel every ridge of him inside you, the two of you pulsing together every once in a while. You tug at the back of his shirt and he finally slows down enough to pull his jersey off and onto the floor behind him.

You pull him against you once more, his grip on your hips now nearly pulling you off the workbench but just barely, his skin was so hot against you, you felt like you could drown in him, in fact you invited it. He angled his hips slightly and you nearly screamed out a moan, shaking against him, “Found it” he chuckled to himself. He continued to slam into that spot deep inside you, you moaned against him, hoping this could last forever. One hand went back to your chest to play with your nipples, he kissed you harshly, his hips never falling out of rhythm. You scratched at his back as he worked around your body, “Can feel you squeezing me baby, gonna make you cum so hard” he promised. 

You grabbed his hand from your breast and shoved it against your clit as you took over, kissing at his neck, tasting the sweat that had collected along his smooth skin. You kissed up his neck and along his jawline, before tugging at his ear lobe and running your tongue back down the same expanse while your other hand ruined his already messy hair even further. “I’m getting close Kuroo” you  warned. He sped up his fingers against your clit, pushing into you nice and deep. “Cum with me, deep inside.. don’t hold back Captain” you moaned against his ear. 

“Oh my go-” he moaned speeding up feeling himself start to cum immediately just from your words. He furiously attacked your clit, you started to squeeze him, catching up to him just in time to cum together. “I fuckin love you Y/N” he groaned, “I love you too Kuroo” you whined feeling him release into you. Your toes curled as your entire body stiffened, holding onto him for dear life as you saw white. He buried his face in your neck riding out both of your highs as long as he could. Your sweat mingling together as he pressed every inch of himself into you, giving his final thrusts as you finished your orgasm, you felt one final pulse from him before he stopped, panting against you. You wrapped your legs around him to keep him from pulling out, your pussy throbbed one more time, squeezing a final moan out of him. 

You sat there, totally spent but so happy and comfortable with his now softening member inside of you. You tried to memorize the way he felt inside you before it was all over, grinding against him as you lowered your legs. Your ass felt like it was entirely asleep, you unwrapped your arms from him and he watched as he pulled himself out of you slowly, a mixture of both your cum slipping out of you onto the concrete floor. He groaned seeing his seed slowly come out of you, more than satisfied with his work. “I haven’t cum that hard my entire life” he said grabbing you by your shoulders and kissing you roughly. 

When he let go of you, he leaned back and scanned your face worried you would regret doing this. You were completely fucked out, hair a mess, sweaty, with your legs still spread, his cum dripping out of you and your panties still hanging onto your one leg. He pulled your shirt off your shoulders and quickly used it to clean you up, then himself, tucking himself into his shorts, throwing your shirt that to the side of the workbench. He helped you off the workbench slowly, when your feet were back on the ground you immediately lost balance, he caught you as you giggled together, “I think you may have done too good of a job Kuroo” you laughed. 

He straightened you back up and pressed a kiss to your temple while the blood rushed back to your legs and you fixed your bra back into place. Once you could stand, he helped you pull your panties back up your other leg. “Here, turn around” he said guiding your hips to turn around, he pulled your underwear up your legs for you, noticing the net that was pressed into your ass left red indentations all across your butt. He smacked your ass lightly, laughing to himself and rubbing the irritated skin of your butt when you whined about how that hurt. He picked up his forgotten jersey and shook it out, you were attempting to tame your hair when he told you to put your arms up. He quietly slid his jersey onto you, although it wasn’t warm considering its sleeveless and very breathable, the action alone sent butterflies through your tummy. 

“Looks like you got the jersey after all” he smiled. You blushed, even after what just happened. It was silent for a second before you perked up again, “Kuroo, I uh-” you started but he cut you off, “Before you say anything I wasn’t lying earlier” he said, he looked.. shy? “Earlier when?” you asked unsure of what he meant. “About the I love you part, I’m pretty head over heels for you if you haven’t noticed” he laughed, scratching his neck again, “kinda have been for a while”. He looked so cute confessing to you like the softest boy when 2 minutes ago he was dirty talking as he rammed you. You giggled, and giggled hard at his duality. Wiping away the tears at your eyes, you pulled yourself together, “I’ve loved you since I first met you Kuroo”. He grabbed your face, pulling you to look at him in the eye, “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” he asked, already smiling like an idiot knowing the answer. “Of course you idiot, now lets find you a shirt and go home” you laughed tucking his jersey into your skirt and opening the door into the gym. 

You were relieved to find that it was just as empty as you had left it, Kuroo locked up behind you and jogged to your side, pulling his gym bag and grabbing the club zip up to put on. He grabbed your hand guiding you out of the gym, turning the lights off and locking it up for the night. The night air was just as chilly as you thought it would be, you shivered quickly. Kuroo stepped in front of you, moving his gym back to sling across his chest, hanging low by his side and bent down, “get on” he stated sarcastically like he wouldn't stop time just to be with you a bit longer. You placed your still shaky legs into his hands and he hoisted you up, you smiled to yourself, happy you didn't even have to ask for the piggy back you imagined earlier. You snuggled close to him, wrapping your arms around his front comfortably. 

It was about half way home after you got off the train when you stiffened up on his back, “What's wrong?” he asked turning his head to look at you. “You uh, might wanna wash this jacket tonight. The... present ....you gave me made an appearance.” you said unable to stop giggling at the whole situation. He shook his head smiling, acting like he wasn’t insanely proud of himself knowing how full he stuffed you with his cum that you begged him for. “If you think that’s bad you should see your skirt in the light” he laughed boisterously, his voice echoing off the neighborhood walls. Your cheeks burned red as you shushed him, you didn’t look at your clothes at all after you left the storage room. You made a plan to throw everything in the wash the second you got home. 

Once you arrived to your house, Kuroo crouched back down, letting your step off him comfortably. “Y’know my parents are both abroad right now for work if you wanted to take a bath here.” you offered. The evil smirk that spread across the fuckers face made you regret your kind gesture immediately. “You’re just gonna invite a jaguar into your home, kitten?” he smirked. “On second thought wild animals should stay in the wild good night Kuroo” you said quickly walking over to your fence and opening it. You stopped at your front door for a second half expecting him to be behind you, you glanced over your shoulder at him still behind the gate, waiting for you to enter your front door safely with a loving smile on his face.

You turned back to your door, key in hand. He wasn’t serious? You really thought he would have gone for your offer. In fact you are kinda pissed he didn’t. You turned back around and huffed out a breath, “Well are you coming?!” He shook his head smiling down at his shoes, opening your gate and slowly walking toward you, taking his time to properly close the gate behind him before joining you on the landing to your front door. “Don’t we have a bath to take? Cant do that without opening the door... unless you want me to start stripping you right here?” he teased. You couldn’t have shoved your key in faster, pulling him by the strap of his gym bag behind you quickly. 

You kicked off your shoes and stormed toward your bathroom immediately hitting the button to fill the bath and going back to search for your now boyfriend- wait, he was your boyfriend now, holy shit. You found him by the washer pulling his jacket off his bare torso, “Might as well strip here and throw it in the wash while we bathe” he said eyeing you up and down. You nodded, not trusting your voice to say anything as you peeled his jersey off you, then the skirt, by the time you got to your incredibly damp underwear Kuroo was attentively watching you, “Oh my GOD stop Kuroo jesus!” you whined, turning around completely embarrassed. 

He saddled up to your back quietly, grabbing your hips to hold them still, “You forget I still have my cum sitting inside you, don’t get embarrassed over being naked in front of me now kitten” he kissed your bare shoulder and pulled away from you. You hear him open the door to the bathroom, humming to himself when he closes it and starts to wash his hair without you. You quickly throw your underwear off and into the wash, starting it quickly and throwing the bathroom door open. “Good timing, come here I’ll wash your hair” he said pushing one of the small stools in front of him with a proud smile on his face. 

You sat in front of him with your thighs pressed together and your arms trying to cover your breasts without it being too obvious, you could feel him checking you in the mirror that was slowly fogging up, just not fast enough, as he got your hair wet, gently pulling the lose strands over your shoulders to your back. He was so gentle with massaging your fruity shampoo into your scalp, your eyes fell closed as you unconsciously dropped your shoulders, relaxing into it. You peaked open your eyes to catch a glimpse of him in the mirror, just meeting his piercing eyes above where the mirror had fogged up. Butterflies shot through your stomach, he smiled to himself finishing off your hair and rinsing it. 

He put conditioner on your ends before kissing your shoulder, “My turn”. You heard him turn around on his stool, waiting for you to do the same. You turned your head to make sure he wasnt staring and once you confirmed it was safe, you quickly turned and grabbed the shower head to wet his hair. Just from that alone, your arms were hurting, dammit why did he have to be so tall. You grabbed a few pumps of your shampoo and stood up behind him, before he could comment you dug your fingers into his scalp to distract him. “Hmmm” he hummed happily as you massaged him diligently. Come to think of it you did owe him for all his hard work today in the storage closet, you smiled down at the thought, replaying what had went down in your head.

Just as he had done to you, you sat back down and kissed his shoulder, grabbing for the shower head, finding he had beat you to it and was rinsing his own hair out half facing you, eyes closed as he ran his hand through his hair, his massive, wet bicep right in front of your face. You’re head drew a blank with the only thought left being how bad you wanted to lick every drop off his taught muscle. He shot one eye open and turned the showerhead at you just enough to get your chest and bottom of your chin, smirking to himself, “Lets hurry up and wash so we can relax in the bath” he stated, passing you the shower head to rinse your conditioner. He didn't hesitate to grab your body wash and start lathering himself up, standing right in your peripheral vision as you avoided staring at him at all costs. You could see his dick parallel to your face just barely to the side of your vision- so you zero’d in on the tile in front of you praying he would just ignore you as you finished rinsing yourself and quickly removed your make up and washing your face. 

The two of you switched places so you could get to the body wash as he quickly rinsed himself, going toward the bath as fast as he could. Your eyes followed him as he stepped in, his ass looking ridiculously good, once again praising the high heavens for inventing volleyball. As you lathered your body up, you watched him sink into the hot water sighing to himself as all his muscles finally got a break from the long day, hell. the long few weeks he’s had. He took a deep breath in, mesmerized by the sweet scent of your shampoo and bodywash that filled the steamy air, smiling as he leaned his head back on the edge of the tub. You sped up your washing while his eyes were still closed, just as you were rinsing the rest of the foamy soap down your legs you caught him dreamily smiling at you, his arms thrown over the tub. “C’mere” he said quietly. 

You placed the shower head back on the wall- with such a beautiful request from the boy of your dreams? Who cares about a bit of extra soap around your ankles. You lightly stepped into the bath, he moved to make room for you between his legs, holding a hand out to help steady you as you crouched down further into the water. Once you were all the way down he trapped you in his arms, pulling you back against his chest to join him in his previous position. He threw his arms out again along the edge of the tub and threw his head back relaxing fully again, letting the hot water wind him down. “Don’t be shy, get comfy kitten” he mumbled behind you. Your thighs were already pressed to each other tightly, and thank god because that pet name was truly something dangerous. 

You felt behind you for his thighs, lifting yourself further back and turning, he moved to accommodate you so you were lying on more of him, your legs intertwined better this way. His left hand grabbed your arm gently to keep you steady as you nuzzled your face into his neck, curling into him. Once you were situated he moved his arm back to the rim of the tub, relaxing again with his head thrown back. You were expecting him to hold you while the  two of you relaxed but he never made a move. “Kuroo” you whined, gently tugging at his arm, he chuckled dropping both his arms back into the water and wrapping them around your back and middle, “Happy?” he asked looking down at you. You tipped your head up and kissed his neck lightly, answering with a satisfied hum. 

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Dark Pink Haired Jungkook

Summary: You wake up one morning to Jungkook's freshly dyed hair, which he never bothered to tell you about. You can't keep your eyes, or mouth off of him.

Warnings: Kissing (I'm posting all of my self insert drafts I never posted publicly so this is outdated as fuck)

Waking up to the sound of Jungkook's voice carrying through the kitchen, you stretched once you were sure your body was done sleeping for the day and stared at the ceiling above you as your brain began to kick in fully after a good nights rest ever since he had returned from promotions. 

After checking your phone for any notifications and seeing none, you got up and washed your face, and got your toothbrush ready opting to brush your teeth while you poked around the fridge to see what you could have for breakfast. As you came to the entryway of the kitchen it was clear that Jungkook was on a phone call with someone from Big Hit probably discussing something about the upcoming live performance. He was dressed nicely and ready for the day, you had wondered how much he had already gotten done while you slept the whole morning away. It wasn't until he turned to face you that you realized his hair was a dark purpleish pink red color. 

You almost choked on your toothpaste as you dropped the toothbrush handle and held it between your lips. He smiles at you, raising his eyebrows as if to say “Oh yeah this happened whoops forgot to tell you”. You walked towards him dumbfounded as you reached up to run your hand through his newly colored locks. He smiled down at you while still focusing on his phone call, blushing slightly assuming this meant you liked the change. He hadn’t had colored hair in so long, and you never thought this color would look this good on him. 

You suddenly thought how nice it would be to run both of your hands through it and tugging at the roots, a newfound spark had risen deep in your stomach as your heart seemingly skipped a beat. You hurriedly brushed your teeth as you heard him wrap up the conversation on the phone and spit into the kitchen sink, rushing to grab the shower nozzle to rinse your mouth out as fast as possible, man you were so smart to brush your teeth before you came downstairs. 

He said goodbye just as you were spiting into the sink and rinsing your toothbrush, his arms quickly finding purchase at your hips. “Good morning Jagi” if your heart hadn't skipped a beat earlier then it certainly did now. Your stomach tightened at the sound of his deep voice, his nose pressed into the side of your head while you shook the water from your toothbrush and threw it further over on the counter, shutting off the water with your other hand. You turned quickly in his arms and brought your hands to either side of his head, carefully inspecting his hair and running your fingers through it, smiling at the same softness it always was. He smiles down at you again, “I'm guessing you like it” he giggles with the last half of the sentence. 

You stare into his eyes and trail your gaze to the way his bangs framed his face. How was it that his skintone was the perfect shade to compliment any hair color? Was there even a color that didnt look stunning on him? He was running at a 100% success rate at this point so who knows. In your peripheral you see his eyes searching yours, patiently waiting for you to say something to validate his assumptions. Your eyes burned as you blinked back to meet his gaze, this change really was memorizing. You pulled him down to you as you pushed your toes up, your lips meeting his soft plush ones in a hurried manner. 

His grip on your hips tightened as he leaned into you, your back pressing into the counter behind you. You pressed kiss after kiss to his lips, wanting more and more as he gladly followed you. His tongue pressed at the seam of your lips, and for a moment you scolded yourself for not thinking to do the same thing to him sooner. As you opened your mouth slightly for him, you pulled him closer into you by the hair at the nape of his neck. He towered over you, trapping you against the counter and you couldnt have been happier. His strong arms snaked around you, one of them grazing up from your hipbone to your waist to hold you that much closer to him. 

His other hand quickly grabbed at your butt, and a squeak from the back of your throat made him chuckle as he pulled away to kiss at your neck. You tugged at his roots as he sucked dark spots on your delicate skin to match the color of his hair, wanting nothing more than to leave his mark all over you on your day off. You groaned as he nipped at the skin behind your ear before running his tongue along the area to soothe it. Laughing to yourself you asked, “Is there any color you don't look amazing in?” you felt him smirk against your neck. He paused for a second before pulling his head back up to meet your blown out gaze, the two of you short for breath as he held you by your hips once again. 

“You need breakfast” he concluded. You glanced down at his lips then back into his eyes wondering why that of all things came to mind in this position. A light “uh” bubbled up from within you as he pulled away to start on cooking you something. “Wait, kook, come on I'm not done- get back here” you said crossing your arms and huffing, followed by immediately feeling embarrassed by yourself. He laughed as he grabbed bacon and a few potatoes, “Believe me, we’ll pick up where we left off, but you’ll need the energy, I'm not anywhere near done with you” he said throwing you a wink. 

You wondered how much coffee he had running through him that got him so bold this morning. You licked your lips, swallowing quickly, “Okay, but only if you give me one more kiss to hold me over while you cook” you said sternly. He smiled and rolled his eyes as he made his way back over to you, pressing a firm kiss to your now red and slightly swollen lips. You pulled at his shirts lapels to keep him close to you, trying to take any bit he was willing to let you have. He pulled away laughing, “One kiss” he mumbled. “Mhm” you answered, standing on your tippy toes to kiss him again. 

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Jungkook x Reader Unfinished One-shot

Summary: This was supposed to be Jungkook eating u out against the wall as soon as you come home from work but I never finished it, so enjoy the foreplay?

Warnings: Smut implied, kissing , dry humping, (I wrote this when I was much younger so it is not good and if its nothing like how Jungkook acts, I have no idea since I haven't been in the fandom for so long, I am going through all my old drafts and posting the self inserts I never posted to the public)

As soon as you unlocked the front door Jungkook had stopped in his tracks as he walked to the hallway, eyeing you up. You smiled at him and put your stuff down, kicking your shoes off before walking further into the house. You almost walked right into his chest, you hadn’t even heard his footsteps make their way over to you. His hands slipped comfortably on your hips. He dipped his head down and pressed a firm kiss to your lips, holding you there. You could practically feel the tension of your work day melt off you as he slowly worked against your lips, pushing and pulling, grazing your lips with his tongue to ask for permission to explore further. 

You nearly smiled against him as you opened your mouth to him. He pushed his hands against your lower back and walked you back a few paces before you hit the wall. You exhaled upon impact and Jungkook took the opportunity to press kisses down your jawline and neck, moving to suck red patches into your skin. You tugged at the hair just above the nape of his neck as you ran your fingers from his roots outwards, it baffled you how silky his hair always was.

You leaned comfortably against the wall, relaxing fully. Jungkook was quick to pull you against his hard body, with his mouth finding yours and his hands squeezing your ass, pressing you against him and lifting you slightly in the process. A squeak found its way out from the back of your throat and he grinned against you as you felt your face flush, burning against his warm skin. His hands left you and pushed under your skirt, lacing into the sides of your underwear. You gasped as he slotted his thigh between your legs, pressing right against your clit.

The feeling of his tight jeans against your rather thin panties had your eyes rolling behind your lids. Jungkook pushed a hand against one of your breasts, the other ushered at your hipbone to move against him and use him to get some much needed friction. You pushed your hips against him, the feeling of warmth in the pit of your stomach spread to the rest of your body. You silently thanked Jungkook in your head, not knowing you needed this so damn bad. He pecked your lips quickly and made an attempt to catch his breath while you slowly grinded against him at your own pace. You took that opening to return the favor and press kisses into his neck, marking him up as you pleased since he had a few days before he needed to be out with the guys again.

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Jimin Hotel Kisses

Summary: You finally have a chance to kiss Jimin after a whole 18 hours :')

Warnings: Fluff, kissing, (I wrote this when I was much younger so it is not good and if its nothing like Jimin acts, I have no idea since I haven't been in the fandom for so long, I am going through all my old drafts and posting the self inserts I never posted to the public)

You sat idly on Jimin's jean clad thighs as he laid down on the hotel bed throwing his hat passed your arm, landing somewhere on the desk where the flat screen TV was. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, you stared at him silently, soaking in the angelic look he wore, the warmth emanating from his thighs beneath you made yours tingle slightly. Your hands were placed gently on his chest, waiting for him to open his eyes once again so he would focus his attention on you.

He dropped the same hand that ran through his product filled locks down on top of your right hand, his right finding its way up your thigh and settled onto your hip. He begrudgingly pulled himself up off the bed to you, smiling lazily at your closeness now that he was sitting up. You smiled at him, moving one arm up and around his shoulder, the other ran through his bangs that had fallen back into his face.

His eyes trailed up to yours, shining in the dim glow that the hotel lamps provided you two. You brought your hand down from his hair and cupped his cheek pulling him closer toward your lips. The two of you gently pushing against each other as you kissed, finally, after 18 hours of not being able to. His hands pushed your lower back, causing a small whimper to slip out of you. This only encouraged Jimin to push you closer to him, to have every inch of you pressed against him. After a long day and a finished show in Osaka the only thing he wanted was you.

As things started heating up and you both got closer to running out of air, you pulled him away by the long strands atop his head. His lips were a dark ruby red, swollen as he breathed out, his eyes still closed. “You still have to shower and get ready for bed Jimin” you said lightly, your voice rough from pulling away from his heavenly lips. His eyes opened to slits, not fully committing to ending this moment with you. He took a second to think before pressing his face to your neck, kitten licking your soft skin, then pressing kisses to the same spots.

Your hand shot back into his hair pressing him closer to you, totally forgetting what you had just suggested to him. He groaned as you wiggled against his lap and he nipped at the skin under his lips as a warning.

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Bathroom Quickie at a Party

Summary: Ashton pulls you into the bathroom at a party for a quickie against the sink.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, Ashton has you bent over a sink, (I wrote this shit when I was way younger (way worse at writing), and added the ending just now- written in the Sounds Good, Feels Good era Ashton so if its weird I have no idea what Ashton is like these days)

Ashton quickly shoved you into the empty bathroom locking the door behind you two. “This has to be quick” he rasped against the side of your head. He ground his front against your butt, his hard on evident. You groaned out loudly, the music was so loud at this party and filled with so many guests you might be able to swing letting out your moans in public for once.

He pushed you toward the sink, you gripped the white ceramic and bent over a bit; his mouth worked feverishly against your neck. His hands worked to the front of your pants, undoing the button as well as zipper and shoving them down your legs to pool by your heeled boots. The rush of cold air hitting the wet patch in your panties made you shiver, you quickly warmed back up as he pressed his body against yours, trailing hands up your shirt to squeeze at your breasts from under your bra.

You moved your hips against him to speed things up, he got the hint and fumbled with his pants as well, soon they pooled at his ankles like yours. He pressed his boxer brief covered front into your but again, his fingers dipped into the sides of your underwear, pulling them down until they naturally fell down the length of your legs; your hair cascaded down your face as you took heavy breaths, happily anticipating what was to come.

His fingers moved back up your thighs, he stared at you in the mirror in front of both of you. He pressed two fingers to your plump clit, rubbing deep circles into you, you smiled into a groan, immediately relieved and so glad you poked him about a mid-party bathroom fuck. He dug his hips against you, the sounds you were making, although shallow and limited always got him fired up. He wanted to hear the others you make, he wanted, needed to see your face scrunched up in ecstasy.

You pulled your hands from the sink to tug behind you at his boxer briefs, desperately wanting them off. You glanced up at his reflection in the mirror, his dark eyes were focused on you as he continued to assault where your neck and shoulder met. What used to be a soft hazel green had turned into a dark shade you had never seen, his pupils well dilated. Your jaw dropped a bit at the sight of him, you quickly licked your drying lips and you felt his dick twitch against you. "Get in me Ash" you demanded. 

He didn't have to be told twice; Ashton nearly ripped his boxers from pulling them down so fast. You felt his leaking tip against your butt, toward your lower back due to the difference in height. His hips stuttered against you at the feeling of burning hot skin touching one another. He dragged a finger down to your folds, smiling, very pleased with himself; "soakin' wet for me kitten" he mumbled into the soft skin of your neck. You watched him in the mirror intently, your lips parted once again as you enthralled yourself with the scene of him draped over you. "Stop teasing" you said breathlessly. "Aw but I was having so much fun love" he laughed darkly. "Guess I can make an exception" he finished. 

He bent down to search his pockets for a condom but you stopped him, "NO" you nearly yelled. You had turned to look at him behind you, he stood up again, you saw his painfully hard dick standing upright against your butt. "Raw" you said sternly. He nearly choked on his own spit at your request. His eyes widened and his cheeks grew faintly pinker at how straightforward you were being tonight. 

 His shocked demeanor quickly changed as dominance rose in him again, "gonna be the death of me I swear" he said as he pushed you back against the sink, harder this time. He pushed your legs apart, as far as your tight jeans by your feet would allow. Taking himself in his hand, he pumped a few times, throwing his head back and groaning. A flame of jealousy ripped through your stomach, "Stop" you demanded staring at him in the mirror. "Sorry baby, didn’t mean to make you jealous" he smirked. "Just fuck me" you said dropping your head between your shoulders. 

His tip ran up and down your slit, collecting the wetness that pooled there before he shoved himself inside of you. The two of you groaned at the feeling, finally. You pushed back against him so you could lean your weight on the sink more, making it easier for him to thrust into you. His pace was fast from the start, exactly what you wanted, his skin slapped against yours as you moaned in pleasure. The grip he had on your hips was sure to leave marks. You glanced up at the mirror, seeing his face contorted in pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut as he pounded into you with determination.

It wasn't long before he was hunched over you, slamming you so hard the soap had fallen into the sink basin. His warmth, his scent, his entire being hung over you like a dark cloud as you whined for more of him. he tucked his chin over your shoulder, whispering filth into your ear, one hand snaking its way to your clit and rubbing viciously in time with his frantic thrusts. "Want you to cum for me, nice and loud pretty girl" he hummed, biting at your earlobe. That was all it took to finally get you to let go, practically suffocating his dick with how tight your pussy squeezed at him. His hips shuddered for a second and he locked up, shaking it off quickly and driving back into you as you finished your orgasm, your legs doing next to nothing to hold your weight up as you gripped onto the sink for dear life.

Ashton came with one final thrust deep inside of you, filling you with spirt after spirt of his cum; claiming you for the rest of the night. He stayed pressed against your back, riding the final ebb and flow of his orgasm, still lazily drawing delicate circles on your overly sensitive clit, pulling out the final squeezes of your pussy as you calmed down. He pulled you by your chest as he stood up, keeping you close. He grabbed your face and forced you to look in the mirror, he wanted you to see exactly what he had done to you. Your mascara was smudged to hell, your lip product nonexistent after biting your lips so hard.

"That's my girl" he chuckled to himself, smirking in awe, dipping his head down to bite at your neck when he slowly pulled out of you. Your hips faltered at the loss of him. He reached down to pull your panties back up, pressing the front of your underwear against your core firmly, "Just in case you forget who you belong to" he hummed, patting your clit lovingly. His touch stung like a razor, you grabbed at your pants, shimmying them back in place and quickly moving to damage control on your make up and hair. He amused himself with watching you, overly satisfied at how the night ended up for the two of you. He was far from done though, and you would be finding that out shortly.

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A Night in with His Girl

Summary: You spend the night in with your boyfriend Ashton

Warnings: fluff, some kissing, reader just admiring him, (I wrote this shit when I was way younger and its not good- written in the Sounds Good, Feels Good era Ashton so if its weird I have no idea what Ashton is like these days)

You stared at Ashton's profile from your end of the couch as his eyes scanned over the TV screen with a hint of awe glimmering in your eyes. His nose scrunched up at something he had seen but your attention has been gone for the last two minutes as you stared at him in wonder. His fingertips continued to drag lazily across your ankle and back up your leg only to return down toward your foot. His thighs were warm under your legs, creating a blanket of calm that washed over your entire body. 

You were entirely convinced you had fooled him into dating you, why else would someone so wonderful be with you. It blew your mind that he was even willing to hold conversation with you, let alone ask you one a date; and even then, proceeded to ask you to be his girlfriend. It was like your own personal fairytale had come true. He knew you were staring at him, your eyes burning a hole into his temple. He let you indulge for a while though, stifling a smirk as he waited patiently. 

“What is it love? Been starin’ for far too long” he finally caved, his smirk immediately coming to the surface. Your cheeks burned slightly in embarrassment, even after this long. “Can you blame a girl? ‘S a nice view.” you answered smiling to yourself at how well you were playing along despite the reddening of your cheeks. He chuckled to himself, “Get over here” he said moving his arms open and leaning to pull you toward him. You wasted no time in snuggling up into the side of his neck, taking a deep breath of his natural scent. He wrapped an arm around the small of your back, stopping to give a squeeze to the soft bit above your hip, causing you to let out a squeal. 

“Stooop” you whined knowing how much you weren't a fan of that soft spot you considered love handles. “Love your soft bits, love them to pieces. Always will, s’ natural” he mumbled into the side of your head before pressing a kiss into your soft and recently washed hair. The smell of your shampoo lingered ever so slightly from your shower this morning. His warmth surrounded you in the best way as you trailed your lips against the softness of his neck. His head tilted up just a bit, a green-light to do whatever you pleased. 

You kissed and licked and nibbled at him gently. He sighed audibly in contentment as one of your hands found its way into the hair at the base of his neck, running your fingers against his scalp and brushing out to the ends of his soft hair. You could feel his adam's apple bob as you continued to leave pink patches across his skin. He pulled you closer as he pressed his large warm palm into your lower back, insisting you continue as his head dropped back against the couch. His eyes fluttered open a few times only to surrender and enjoy this blissful night in with his girl. 

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Period Sex w/Michael

Summary: You are insanely horny on your period this month, when things teeter toward steamy with Michael, you warn him you are on your period before it goes too far. He smiles and suggests he put a towel down so the two of you can get messy.

Warnings: Period sex, smut, protected sex, didn't finish this one oops, (I wrote this shit when I was way younger and its not good- written in the Sounds Good, Feels Good era Michael so if its weird I have no idea what Michael is like these days)

Michael kissed your neck as he laid between your legs, you giggled as you ran your fingers through his hair. You pulled his head back up to you to coax him into giving you actual kisses. He smiled up at you, tightening his grip on your waist. He pressed his warm soft lips to yours, pulling himself up higher on the bed, he towered over you as your hands wandered around his now flexed bicep and down his back. 

His hips ground down into you, pulling moans from you and humming in satisfaction. Both of your breathing became labored as he continued to carry a consistent rhythm against you, one of his hands now trailing up your shirt enroute to your breast. You groaned as he reached his destination and twisted, flicked and massaged your breast. 

You groaned and wiggled against him trying to get as much friction as possible. "Michael-Michael" you moaned trying to get his attention. He just groaned into the patch of skin he was sucking on and his hips snapped against you once more. "Wait" you breathed, placing a hand on his chest and pushing lightly. His eyes opened wide and he backed off, "What is it? Something wrong? Talk to me love" he said quickly with worry starting to flow across his eyes. "I'm on my period, wanted you to know before we got too far" you said quickly. He froze for a second, his face then falling to a smirk, "We better put a couple towels down then". Your cheeks flushed as bright red as they ever have, you were NOT expecting that answer from him. 

Your heart swelled at his mature handle over the situation, and you throbbed at the fact that he was more than willing to fuck while on your period. "It's a good thing I stocked up on condoms yesterday" he laughed as he kissed your forehead and got up to find some post-shower dark towels to place down under the two of you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you hid your smile in both of your hands, wondering how you got lucky enough to fall in love with this man. Michael came back with a full tent pitched in his boxer briefs still. He pushed lightly at your hip to get you to roll over so he could place the two towels he grabbed down. Once he was done he pulled you back over and on top of the towels. "Lets get filthy baby" he said with a laugh. 

You pushed down at your shorts, wiggling your legs to try and speed this up. It was obvious a couple days ago that this month your period made you incredibly horny, you had snuck away three times every day so far to get off in the shower, and that still didnt seem like enough. He noticed your struggle with your shorts right away and pulled them down for you. As Michael finished pulling them off your ankles you pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it across the room. His eyes widened at the sight of your bare breasts, he dove in to kiss and lick and run his fingers across your nipples. You moaned as loud as you would when he was normally fucking you from the sensitivity of your breasts; they were always so sensitive the first few days of your period. 

Michael relished in your unusually loud moans, making note to hit you up for period sex in the future, knowing that he could pull these beautiful sounds out of you with just foreplay. He removed your underwear tossing it into the pile of clothing to deal with afterward, his following shortly after. He reached over into the bedside table grabbing a condom and putting it on. His attention turned to you, you spread your legs even further as he nestled himself on top of you, rubbing his length along your slit.

You were wet, so wet on top of having a bit of visible blood. You moaned, throwing your head back just from feeling him brush against your pussy lips. "Michael, please, I need you in me" you whined, grabbing at the his biceps with both hands. He didn't hesitate to rub his tip along your entrance, teasing your opening and collecting your essence. You huffed frustratingly, "Come on princess, I'm not a total brute, enough with the attitude" he hushed, enjoying teasing you a little too much for your liking.

Just as you were about to rebuttal, he pushed past your opening, just having the mushroom tip of him inside of you was enough to pull a high pitched moan bubbling out from the depths of your lungs, "Shit, Michael- please. More" you whined, clawing at his muscles. He pushed in further, as your pussy sucked him in seemingly starving for his length. You groaned happily once he was fully seated within you, you had been longing for this fullness for 3 days now and you finally felt the inklings of being satisfied.

You eyes rolled into the back of your head as he sat there basking in your quivering pussy, he could feel you gripping him at a steady pace and he hadn't even moved. "Fuck- we gotta do this every single month you want" he groaned, hesitant to move for fear he would cum on the spot.

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Prince!Michael quick smut draft

Summary: Prince!Michael fingers you (his favorite maid) in an unused wing in the castle.

Warnings: Michael is a tease, technically exhibitionism, technically public sex, fingering (f. receiving), petname, (I wrote this shit when I was way younger and its not good- written in the Sounds Good, Feels Good era Michael so if its weird I have no idea what Michael is like these days)

Yeah but like prince Michael shoving you into a dark alcove in an unused wing of the castle and shoving his hand into your underwear after teasing him all morning at breakfast. “I bet you are so proud of yourself kitten” he rasped as he ran quick circles into your clit, “Obviously I have to get you back for all that teasing” he continued as you whined out. He stood behind you, one arm shoved passed your dress and the other across your chest to hold you against him. You dug your nails into his arms as you held on to them for dear life, knowing that this orgasm would be quick. “Should I even let you cum? You don’t really deserve it if I’m being honest” he continued harshly. 

“Please” you moaned, your voice so lost to the world, “Please Michael” you finished. He could have cum his pants right there if he wasn’t so focused on you, the absolute desperation and need pouring from your lips was something he hardly had time to explore with you. “Alright then love” he smiled as he tightened his grip and rubbed you faster. Your eyes were shut so tightly there were tears attempting to fall as you chased your orgasm desperately, not like it would be hard with Michael being the cause of it. 

“So close” you moaned, your voice going up an octave. “Cum for me (Y/N)” he whispered, his mouth so close to your ear, his hot breath fanned across your face. Your body tensed against him as you moaned out his name louder than usual, your face twisted up as you felt your walls clamp down against each other, pulsating as he continued to rub you through your orgasm. “Oh god Michael yes” you moaned as you squirmed against him and your legs gave out. Once you were completely finished he dragged his fingers down to your entrance, gathering your wetness; he pulled you up to encourage you to hold yourself on your own two feet. Once you tore your eyes open, you turned around to look at him in your post-orgasm bliss. 

He removed his fingers from your panties, making sure to graze your sensitive clit on his way out, watching your hips stutter as you groaned. He pulled his wet fingers to his mouth, salivating still just from the smell of you. He moaned as he sucked his fingers clean, you stood there dumbfounded that the prestigious prince that the entire country looked upon for guidance and hope, was sucking you off his fingers- and loving every second. Once he was done he pulled you against him for a quick kiss, he hovered above your lips and mumbled out a, “Thank you... Princess” before leaving you to go attend to his royal duties like nothing had happened. 

You stood there frozen with the new pet name he had given you, not sure if he was just trying to fuck you up for the rest of the week or if he actually had intentions on marrying you. All you know is getting through the day without the other maids asking what put you in such a flustered mood would be near impossible. Even worse, when lunch was over and you helped clean up, it didn’t help that Michael told you to check under his plate before he left the dining hall- only to find a short note from him saying he wanted you to join him in his room after dinner. Your heart fluttered at what would be in store for you later tonight. 

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Michael Takes Care of Sick Reader

Summary: Michael notices you are sick, he takes care of you

Warnings: Fluff, domestic Michael, (I wrote this shit when I was way younger and its not good- written in the Sounds Good, Feels Good era Michael so if its weird I have no idea what Michael is like these days)

When you got home from work feeling extra run down from the two months of constant long nights and early mornings, you decided to nap on the couch to try and attempt to fix your body a bit. As soon as you managed to pry your shoes and coat off, you were face down into a pillow on the couch. When Michael got home a couple hours later, he found you waking up to the sound of him opening the front door.

You rolled over and rubbed your eyes as you woke up, “Hey” he said lightly as he walked over to sit next to your legs. “Hey” you rasped out, your voice barely there and your throat raw, as soon as you sat up your head pounded. “Oh fuck” you groaned as you put your palms to your temples. You felt so much worse than when you first got home, you cleared your throat only to be caught in a coughing fit. Mucus finding its way out of your lungs that previously wasn't there, “Someone sounds sick” Michael concluded.

He kissed the top of your head and went to go wash his hands. You laid back down and closed your eyes, regretting ever taking the nap. At least it was Friday and you didnt have to back to work for the whole weekend. Michael came back with a glass of water, some cold medicine, and the promise of Pho for dinner. After pouring you the liquid cold medicine and watching you take it, he grabbed his keys to go fetch pho for you.

You took some water and buried yourself in the blanket you managed to drape over yourself during your nap trying to ease the endless pounding in your head. Soon enough you heard the familiar sound of the front door lock opening. Michael set down the bags of soup on the kitchen as you tried to find your way out of the half conscious state you were in.

He took his spot by your legs once again and pet your hair, “Come on love, lets eat and you can go straight back to bed” he nearly whispered. You groaned and threw your blanket off you before pulling yourself to your feet, almost falling over from the pain in your head. Michael quickly stabilized you and guided you by your arm to the island in the kitchen. Your soup and noodles were already open and ready for you to throw in. You also threw in all the cilantro you could, as well as one slice of jalapeno.

You waited a bit while your meat cooked itself in the broth, shoving noodles in your mouth and humming in contentment. Michael smiled up at you as he ate his own soup, happy that you would be feeling at least a tad bit better after a good semi-healthy meal. You slowed your eating relatively fast, seems your stomach was just as weak as the rest of your body. You were angry at your body, and frustrated because of how hungry you were. You sat there pouting as your stomach twisted and you adamantly waited to see if you could keep what little you had eaten down.

“You okay?” Michael asked lightly. “Stomach isn't happy either.” You grumbled, still staring into your soup. Michael let out a heavy sigh, dropping his head a bit in defeat, despite this hardly being his battle. “This is such bullshi-” more coughing washed over you as a tickle in your throat made itself known. “I’ll be back” you said quietly as you trudged up the stairs and into your bathroom. You came back down with a face mask, this being the only thing that helped when you had a cough.

The mask kept the moisture from your breath into ease the constant tickle in your throat, while also keeping more germs away from Michael. The last thing he needed while writing the third album was to get sick. “We can try again in a bit, its okay (Y/N), you have all night to nurse that pho” he assured you, scooting his food next to you, using one of his hands to rub your back. You pushed your soup away and leaned on your arms as he continued to run his nails down your spine. “How about a nice light massage after this hm?” he offered after a few minutes of silence. 

“Yeah, that would be great” you smiled up at him through your hair before coughing up a lung. How did you ever get so lucky with this boy? 

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You Cry - Michael Comforts You

Summary: You work at a record label under John Feldmann (how you met your boyfriend Michael) and work is so busy you are late to plans you had forgotten about with Michael. You explode into tears and he assures you its okay, life happens, and he takes care of you.

Warnings: Crying, soft!Michael, implied that you two fuck like rabbits, more soft!Michael, (I wrote this shit when I was way younger and its not good- written in the Sounds Good, Feels Good era Michael so if its weird I have no idea what Michael is like these days)

You tried so hard to make it home on time, but with everything happening at the record studio this week, there wasn't enough time in the week to finish it at a normal 9-5. It had been like this for a month and a half now. A new up and coming band spent every waking minute in the studio with you and John Feldmann to make the best songs they could. Once their day was over you still spent at least an hour or two to mix it further with John's assistance and clean up all the wrong/off time notes.

Once you finally trudged into the house at 2am, dragging your feet to the kitchen to hopefully find some leftovers. You knew Michael was well asleep, he somehow had gotten on a better sleep schedule than you, which usually never happened. You kicked off your shoes and sat on the couch with an entire bag of grapes in your lap, resting your head back and finally starting to relax. You should thank Michael for going grocery shopping next time you saw him.

As you popped a few more grapes into your mouth you nearly choked upon realizing tonight was the one night the two of you agreed to put aside and have sex. After a month and a half of not having time to be intimate, it really took a toll on your relationship. It just wasn't normal for you to be withholding from sex. You threw the grapes back into the fridge and grabbed your shoes throwing them in the pile by the front door. Racing up the stairs you took your hoodie off hoping Michael was asleep yet willing, hopefully not awake and angry. When you pushed open the door you saw the room had been cleaned up, the floor was completely bare of the usual dirty shirts and random shit you couldn't find a spot for in the house. 

 As you tip toed in closer you saw rose petals scattered at the foot of the bed, it looks like they had been thrown over the duvet but when Michael got tired of waiting, he crawled under the warm blanket to sleep, pushing the delicate petals further down the bed. Your favorite fall candle sat on his side of the bed, the lid on but the wax was still melted enough to tell you that he had waited for so much longer than you anticipated, yet still gave up. You slid your pants off as well as your shirt and finally your bra. You let out a faint sigh as you looked at Michael's sleeping figure, light puffs of air being forced out of his nose as he slept peacefully. You threw on one of his shirts from his side of the closet and slid into bed trying not to wake him. He always woke up when you came home though, its like he could sense you or something, him being a heavy sleeper should keep you safe from waking him, but he always wakes up- no matter what. 

So as soon as you were comfortable you heard the familiar “(Y/N)?” In a low rasp as it mumbled past his lips. You turned to face him, “Michael I am so sorry,” you started, the guilt hitting you like a ton of bricks. “S’ fine” he mumbled trailing a hand up your thigh. “Its not fine, we planned this and you set up the roses and put out my favorite candle-” you said trying to hide the strain in your voice. “I suck.” You finished, hating yourself for ruining the night for the two of you. “Yeah you kinda do” he airily laughed out after a few seconds of silence. “Don’t make it sound like its not a big deal M. I feel so shitty for making you wait all night; and I'm so fucking tired and I just wanted a night-” you couldn't help the tears that were rising in your eyes as you let them all out. You were so mad at yourself and so stressed and overworked and just tired.

“We needed this and I ruined it and I know you wont say that you are hurt but I know you are and I'm so fucking sorry” you cried out, sniffling in between your rant. He pulled you against him somewhere in the middle of your sobbing word vomit. 

 “I am mad, and disappointed…” he paused searching for the right words as you pressed your face into his clothed chest, letting your frustrated tears soak his shirt. “But I also understand that you are so busy right now at the studio, its been a month plus of this” another sob racked through your chest as he ran a hand down your hair to try to calm you. “It's okay, we’ll just work around this and try again another day” he finished. You huffed out an angry breath, “but this was the only da-ay that wor-worked” you said in between your chest heaving. “I know, but I'm not going anywhere, and you aren't besides work. We’ll always end up back together at some point. Don't worry” he said lovingly. 

“God dammit, you are to-oo forgiving Mike” you huffed letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding. “Shh, jus’ calm down. Breathe with me (Y/N)” he kissed the top of your head and pet your hair as you tried to level out your breathing and calm down. “C'mon you need your sleep, got more work to do tomorrow. Lucky for you it's Friday and I have a feeling John's gonna let you take the weekend off.” Michael said at a whisper. “Wha-at did yo-ou do?” You asked, pulling your head from his chest to look at him. He wiped the tears off your cheeks with his thumbs and smiled at you lightly. “You forget that I am friends with him” he said pulling you by your waist to get closer to him, sliding down and burying the side of his face into his pillow. 

 You stared at him bewildered until he finally opened his eyes again, “You needed some time off, so I took care of it for you, you can thank me later when we’re fucking in every room in the house Saturday afternoon” he said triumphantly. You couldn't believe him. You continued to stare at him as you processed what he had said. “You really did that for me?” You asked, sitting up in bed, pushing your hands out in front of you to lean closer to him below you. “Mhm” he answered, closing his eyes and snuggling back into his pillow. “Now get back down here and let me go back to sleep” he mumbled, pulling your shoulder back toward the bed. 

 You hadn't noticed that your breathing had finally leveled out. A headache from crying so hard was already setting in and you felt better now that you had let your built up stress and frustration out. “Come closer” Michael mumbled, holding his arm out. You snuggled up real close to him and he pressed a light peck to the tip of your nose before falling back asleep. You smiled to yourself, excited to have a whole weekend off to just spend time with Michael.

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The two of you fell back against the couch breathlessly as Michael pulled the loose sheet hanging off the back over the two of your naked bodies. “I don't think I've cum this many times in a day, my entire life. Oh my god” you laughed, burying your face in Michael's chest. He laughed with you, his hand resting on your damp lower back, running small circles on your soft skin. “I'm so tired holy shit” he giggled, running a hand through his messy hair. “Well we are done with the kitchen and living room at least. We should probably nap then eat and go at it a few more times.” You proposed. “Are you actually trying to kill me?” He asked, “I don't know if I can physically get it up anymore today” he groaned. “Then lets just sleep it off for now” you said glancing at the clock. “It's only 12:45pm, we have more than enough time” you said with a smile looking up at him. He yawned quickly, you catching it soon after. You pulled the sheet over your now cold body and snuggled against Michael, happy to sleep after this mornings endless activities. 

You woke up in a seemingly drunken haze, glancing at the clock; 5:30pm. You laid your head down again, only to be met with one of the pillows from the couch. You were more than sure you fell asleep on a very warm and very naked Michael not 4 hours ago. You turned to your other side and pushed the blanket? You glanced down to find a blanket had been draped over you, you pulled it up closer to you. Familiar footsteps against the hardwood eased you as slowly woke up. “Hey princess, guess I really wore you out huh? Slept more than me!” He laughed. “Why did you leave me?” You asked, your voice still full of sleep. He walked around the couch and sat by your legs, “Well someone had to get us dinner. That was part of the plan right? Sleep, eat, then more fucking” he smiled evilly. “What's for dinner?” You asked praying it was something you loved. “Pizza, cause I'm lazy n I know you love it, went out to your favorite place too” he announced proudly. He handed you one of his shirts and left a clean pair of underwear on the coffee table in front of you, “Get dressed, it's on the table” he patted your leg before getting up to go eat his own pizza before it got any colder.

You skipped out on clothing yourself and just wrapped the blanket around you. "Appropriate choice of clothing for dinner" Michael commented with an evident smile in his tone. "Why bother if you're just gonna rip it off in half an hour anyway" you fired back, taking a seat at the bar attached to the island in your kitchen. "Good point" he mumbled sinking his teeth into his half eaten pizza slice. You practically inhaled your first slice of pizza, reveling in the familiar taste. The two of you ate in a comfortable silence and giggled, recounting how busy your day had been in the best way.

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Lord of the Rings Fluff w/Michael

Summary: You watch Lord of the Rings with Michael

Warnings: Fluff, reader reminiscing on how she always felt unloved/depressed before meeting Michael, kisses, (I wrote this shit when I was way younger and its not good- written in the Sounds Good, Feels Good era Michael so if its weird I have no idea what Michael is like these days)

The hum of Lord of the Rings: Two Towers played in the background as you laid across Michael’s warm body. You we’re snuggled right on top of him, your head on his chest. Your eyes drooped as his right hand rested on your arm, his left lazily trailed feather-like touches up and down your spine. By this far into the movie his heart rate was consistent and fluttered only when you moved ever so slightly to remain comfy, or you twitched against him, desperately fighting sleep. After a wonderful home cooked meal that was just enough to satisfy you, but not overfill you to the point of feeling sick- this seemed to be the perfect recipe to ease you to sleep. 

Although Michael was more of a Star Wars kid, he was more than willing to compromise and watch your favorite tonight, with the promise that the two of you could watch Star Wars next movie night. You thought back to when you were younger and it seemed like you weren’t meant to ever fall in love, that this kind of thing just wasn’t going to happen to you. You thought back to when you had felt so unloved those late nights, praying the the you in the future found the love she so desperately needed and deserved. You smiled to yourself, wishing you could go back and tell younger you that it was all worth it, that you found someone worth spending time on. All those times relationships felt hopeless, all those tears, and all that insecurity that came with it- it was all worth fighting through. 

You snuggled further against Micheal’s chest, he glanced down at you with stars in his eyes, “Love you. So much.” you said slowly. He let out a breathy laugh, “Where’s this commin’ from?” he asked. “Just...” you paused trying to find the right word to describe everything that had led up to this moment. “...So happy- can’t believe how happy I am with you” you summarized. Michael squeezed you closer to him, pulling you up closer to him hoping for a kiss or two. You gladly obliged and pushed yourself up his body more to press your lips to his. Michael knew how you used to feel, you had told him a few times how depressed you used to be before you met him. He knew it all.

Knowing he helped assure you that you deserved all the love in the world, despite what you had previously believed, made his heart swell. The two of you shared slow innocent kisses, your hand pressed to his chest as he placed his thumb and forefinger to hold your chin in place. You pressed your noses together once the two of you had your fill, smiling, before you resumed your position back on his chest. “This is perfect” you announced lightly. Michael’s chest filled with butterflies hearing those words; he couldnt help the smile that broke past his lips. “It is perfect” he agreed before turning back to the movie.

Within a minute he noticed your breathing leveling out, now coming out in shallow puffs against his clothed torso. He pushed your hair out of your face a bit, smiling down at you, never wanting to leave this. This was one of those nights where the realization of how much you love and care for someone rains down on you like a ton of bricks. Michael welcomed it with open arms, he quickly decided on treating you to breakfast in the morning, then possibly taking you out shopping for a bit. He wanted to shower you in love, much like you constantly did to him- even when you didn’t know it, he always felt your love. 

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Riding Michael on the Couch AGAIN

Summary: Yes, you read that right, you ride him on the couch again (I have a problem). You and Michael tell each other about your day while you fuck, the conversation doesn't get very far.

Warnings: Domestic smut, riding Michael on the couch, never wrote an ending oops, (I wrote this shit when I was way younger and its not good- written in the Sounds Good, Feels Good era Michael so if its weird I have no idea what Michael is like these days)

“So how was you’re day?” Michael asked as you got comfortable in his lap, grabbing his member to guide it between your folds. You slid down onto him and paused, closing your eyes and exhaling before moving your hips, “Fine, very long and very boring” you answered glancing up at him. His green eyes were such a beautiful dark shade right now, with the sun almost set and his black sweater darkening his features. Michael groans as you continue to roll your hips against his, “Mmm, nothing interesting happening at work?” he asked throwing his head back a bit, exposing his pale neck to you. You took the opportunity to dive in and kiss and bite along his neck and jawline, “Nope, what about you, how was your day” you asked quickly before getting back to work on his neck. 

You removed your hands from his shoulders and tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, he pulled his head back further and groaned. “Nothing special, just writing, writing and more-UGH” he groaned as you picked up your hips and slammed them back down onto him. “Mhm” you responded, wanting him to elaborate as you began slowly bouncing in his lap. “Ashton and I wrote the beginning of this one- fuck, think you’re really gonna- shit, really gonna love” he groaned. “Mmm, can’t wait” you said lowly into his ear as you pulled yourself closer to him, burying your face into the side of his head. 

He grabbed at your hips pushing you down on him more to speed up the pace, groaning out your name as you followed his movements. One moan of his in particular made you flutter around him, “Fuck (Y/N)- gonna kill me f’ ya keep this up” he moaned out as you bounced faster. “What's the song about” you asked breathlessly. “S’ about not wanting to wake up, bu- ugh fuck me… but havin’ to cause-” he grabbed at your hips harder, you knew there would be finger shaped bruises come tomorrow morning. 

He shoved one of his hands up your shirt, finding you without a bra as he kneaded one breast. “Michael” you moaned at a loss for air, “Love hearin’ ya’ moan kitten” his accent getting thicker as he continued to lose himself in the moment you two shared. “Love bein’ the one to make you fall apart” he continued. You grabbed at his hair, pressing your body against his, desperately searching for friction. “I’ve got you love” he rasped pushing his hand from your breast to your clit, running quick circles around it. 

Your toes curled as a moan found its way from the depths of your lungs, surprising yourself at the noise you had just made. You blushed against him, dropping your head to his shoulder. 

“Mmm, thats a new one” he chuckled lightly, pressing his lips against your neck. You pulsated around him, eliciting a deep rumble from within his chest, “Fuck-”. The two of you continued to push and pull against each other, groaning into the vacant living room. “M…I’m close” you breathed out.

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Riding Michael on the Couch

Summary: You come home from a long day at work demanding Michael ready himself for you to ride him quick, dirty nasty style HELL YEAH

Warnings: smut, you ride the shit out of Michael, protected sex, (I wrote this shit when I was way younger and its not good- written in the Sounds Good, Feels Good era Michael so if its weird I have no idea what Michael is like these days)

After a very long and very annoying day at work you pushed open the front door, slamming it shut and quickly locking it, “MICHAEL” you screamed, your voice echoing off the walls in the entryway. “What?” he asked from the couch calmly, you turned your head to meet eyes with him, your eyes seething with fire. “Find a condom and take your pants off” you said quickly. You removed your shoes, throwing them in a pile along with a few of Michael’s. You threw your socks somewhere to the side as you slipped your pants off as well as your underwear. 

Michael had scrambled off to the bedroom upstairs to grab a condom, he flew past you tugging his pants down and taking his seat back on the couch. As you pulled your shirt over your head you glanced over at him to see him staring at you wide-eyed while he tugged on his cock quickly. He groaned and threw his head back a bit, “Fuck this is so hot”. You waltzed over to him in half the time it took him to pry his eyes open again. You sat directly in his lap and moved his hand away from himself, jerking him yourself. “I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day” you rasped in his ear before trailing kisses down his jawline and sucking on his soft skin down his neck. He twitched in your hand, hardening sufficiently. “Condom” you said as you pulled your hand away. His quickly replaced yours as he ripped the foil packet with his teeth. He quickly rolled it down his length and once he was done, you ground your hips into him. 

He groaned out your name and you tugged at his hair. “Look at me” he breathed. You pulled your face from his neck as you continued to push your hips against his, he put one hand on your cheek and brought you closer to him for heated kisses. After about a minute of breathless making out, you pushed him away, “Please tell me you are hard enough now”. “Think you can take me kitten?” he asked with a smirk, you smacked his chest lightly with a giggle, he laughed with you for a moment before you looked him dead in the eyes, running your pointer finger down his jawline, “Guess we’ll have to find out” you said slowly. 

He grabbed himself by the base as you lifted your hips, his tip pressing against your entrance. “Please, I don’t have time for teasing, I need a straight fuck Mikey” you demanded, it coming out more like a plea. “Anything fo’ you love” he retaliated before pressing his full length into you and burying his face into your neck, returning the love bites you had given him earlier. You moaned so loudly it didn't even sound like yourself once he was in, you quickly started to bounce on him, setting the pace. Your thighs already shook as you bounced in his lap, the grip he had on your hips were turning his fingertips white. 

“Fuckin- ugh- fuckin love you so much” he said with his eyes clamped shut as he pulled off your neck. You ran your hands through his hair, tugging on the roots, his chest sliding against yours as a thin layer of sweat formed on each of you. He reached around your back and pulled on the clasps on your bra, it falling down your arms with ease as you bounced. He untangled the straps from your arms and threw it somewhere in the living room. One hand kneaded your left breast and he brought his mouth down to the other. 

He kissed and sucked and licked passionately, your nipples hardening instantly. You threw back your head and shoved your chest closer to his face as you slowed your bouncing just a bit. “Mikey….clit” you breathed out, pulling him from the trance he was in. He smirked to himself and pulled his hand away from your breast, rubbing circles into your clit as another wave of pleasure washed over you. “Oh god yes” you moaned out, he attached his lips to the breast he was previously kneading with his hand, you continued to tug on his hair with one hand, the other holding his bicep as he pressed into your clit urging you to cum around him. 

He plated his feet against the carpet underneath him and thrusted up into you in time with your rhythm, you nearly cried in ecstasy. This new pace had your orgasm rushing to the surface, as soon as it started washing over you, your hips froze. Michael sped his pace up to work you through your orgasm fully as you fell against him, chasing his own climax. He came shortly after you, groaning and falling back against the couch to join you in exhaustion.

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Smutty Draft

Warnings: Smut, sloppy writing of Michael fucking you in a 5sos hoodie cause it turns him on

Michael rushes up to the bedroom after a long day at the studio needing you desperately, he finds you waking up from a nap in your oversized all time low sweater and gets cheeky with you before growling about how "you look amazing in that sweater but its gonna have to come off kitten" Just as it comes off showing your bare breasts he suddenly has the urge to do something different, "try this one" He offers, grabbing a 5sos zip up hoodie he had gotten you at some point in the beginning of the tour. You smiled and took it from him as he waited. You only had the very bottom zipped so your breasts were still on full display for him as you laid yourself back on the bed. "God this is so much better than I imagined, all mine" he groans as he peppers kisses down your neck and pushes into you. The soft inside of the hoodie brushed over your nipples as he rocked his hips into you, sending a new sensation of pleasure through you as he sloppily marked up your neck with love bites. "God fuck I love you" he groaned grasping onto your hips.

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Finger Sucking

Summary: You and your boyfriend Michael get down and dirty, he doesn't realize you had a secret kick for having his fingers in your mouth.

Warnings: Smut, finger sucking, reader has stretch marks (everyone does though, lets be real), cunnilingus (f. & m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), (I wrote this shit when I was way younger and its not good- written in the Sounds Good, Feels Good era Michael so if its weird I have no idea what Michael is like these days)

Michael’s lips trailed down your tummy, pressing kisses every once in a while, “Wanna make you feel good” he mumbled glancing up at you. Your face burned red with a blush and you smiled as a shiver ran up your spine. He kissed your clit through your panties, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he worked his way down to your inner thighs, skipping the spot you craved him to touch. He sponged kisses all over, mumbling about how beautiful your stretch marks were and how he loved your body. 

His fingers dipped into the hem of your underwear, pulling them down slowly. Once they were thrown somewhere in the room he resumed pressing kisses up your thighs. As soon as he was close to your glistening center, he grabbed your hand and put it in his hair, loving when you tugged on it. He looked up at you with dark eyes, “Michael please” you groaned. He smiled evilly up at you before bringing a hand up near your mouth. You didn't recall ever mentioning to him, but the idea of sucking on his fingers while he got you off was one of the hottest things for you. 

Your eyes rolled back into your head as he licked a stripe over your center, you grabbed his hand and shoved two of his fingers in your mouth, moaning around them, realizing he was nice enough to wash them shortly before coming to be with you. You tugged on his hair as he began working his tongue against your clit, groaning past his fingers. He hummed in satisfaction against you, you pushed his head closer as he worked faster. 

You weren’t even sure what his technique was, every time he went down on you, you drew a blank and all you could think of was Michael Michael Michael. You stopped sucking on his fingers for a bit to moan and try to catch your breath, he loved hearing you vocalize how he was making you feel. “Oh god, Michael yes” you groaned, by this point one of his fingers tapped against your lips. You kitten licked it, sending a shiver down his spine. He took his hand back away from you and pressed one finger into your center. “FuCK” you moaned, a new sensation of pleasure flowing over you. “Another, please, I need more” you groaned, grabbing a fuller handful of hair and tugging on it. He used his other hand to hold your hips down as he added a second finger. 

Within seconds he was already pressing into your g-spot, a moan unlike any other you had made yet forced its way out of you. Michael stopped what he was doing momentarily to look up at you, wide eyed and overly proud of himself, more-so proud of you for giving him another thing to strive to hear. You blushed wildly, your entire body heating up. He smirked, “that's a new one” before burying himself back into you. Your walls clenched around him as your orgasm was building. “Mike, m’ close, please” you whined. His fingers worked a bit faster, staying in the perfect spot, as well as his tongue. “Oh fuck” you moaned, your hips moving against him as he desperately tried to keep them pressed against the mattress. 

“Michael, I'm-I'm coming, fuck MICHAEL” you nearly screamed as your orgasm washed over you, him working you through it. You became aware of the noises he was making against you once you came down from your high. Once you were done and panting, he removed his fingers from you, pushing them into his mouth and groaning deeply. “Fuckin taste so good princess”, he glanced down at you, your cheeks red as you continued to level your breathing. He loved the way you looked post orgasm, the way you looked so fucked out and how you seemed to glow. “Oh my god, that was un-fucking-real” you pushed out throwing an arm over your eyes. “Didn’t think you’d like m’fingers so much” he smiled as he removed his boxers, which by this point were soaked with precum. 

You blushed, “shut up and lemme take care of you” you switched places with him, you now laying between his legs, kitten licking at his red tip, nearly purple with how hard he was. “Don’t think M’ gonna last long kitten” he groaned as you licked a stripe up his slit. You moaned against him as you pushed your mouth down onto him. Your other hand massaged his balls lightly, he thrusted harshly up into your mouth, nearly causing you to gag. You pulled off him, “Be nice” you mumbled before burring your face into him again. You used your free hand to hold his hips down as much as you could. “Fuckin, you’re so perfect” he groaned, placing a hand on your head. You worked faster, bobbing your head and moving your hand on his hip to his base, pumping what you couldn't fit in your mouth. 

“Fuck, m’close” he whined. He twitched against you and you pressed your mouth down a bit further, “Oh fuck-fuc- (Y/N) oh fuck- YES” he moaned deeply as he came in hot ropes into your mouth, you watched his face intently, loving how his features twisted up as he hit his peak. You swallowed every bit of him as you worked him through his high. Once he was done, he sighed heavily and you pulled off of him.

He gestured for you to come up and cuddle with him, his eyes still closed. “God I love you” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. You giggled lightly, “Love you too M” you answered pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He grabbed your chin before you turned away again, pulling you toward his mouth, silently demanding more kisses. 

The two of you spent the next 5 minutes having a post sex make out session, before he pulled the duvet over the two of you, ready to sleep for the night.

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Drunk Michael

Summary: Taking care of drunk Michael.

Warnings: Fluff, light kissing, implied smut at the end, (I wrote this shit when I was way younger and its not good- written in the Sounds Good, Feels Good era Michael so if its weird I have no idea what Michael is like these days, this is also the point where I was questioning how OOC this one was lmao)

You barely managed to stumble through the front door with a very wobbly, very drunk Michael draped half over you. You left the front door open as you coaxed him over to the couch only a few feet away in the living room, “Alright come on Michael, work with me” you groaned, nearly his full weight on one of your shoulders. He giggled into your hair as you stopped him in front of the couch. “M’ hungry” he mumbled; you threw his arm off you and pushed him into the couch leaving him to his own devices while you went back and shut the front door, locking it, and kicking off your heels. 

You let out a deep breath once your bare feet touched the wood floor, a second wind hitting you for the extra time you would be spending this night taking care of drunk Michael. “BABE” he yelled obnoxiously from the couch as he tried to kick off his boots. “Yeah yeah I’m coming calm down” you said with a light laugh. You pulled his boots off as well as his socks, throwing them over to your heels for the night. He worked at a slow pace trying to undo the buttons on his shirt as he laid on the couch. You got up and walked to the kitchen, taking the opportunity to get him a glass of water and a sandwich to hopefully sober him up enough to get to bed without any issues. 

You grabbed all the ingredients for his food, placing them on the counter in front of you. Two arms wound their way around your waist as a big lanky boy pressed against you from behind, nearly losing his balance as he pressed you into the granite countertop in front of you. “(Y/N)” he said lightly into the spot where your neck and shoulder met. “Michael” you answered matching his tone. “Mmmm....love you” he said sleepily. You laughed lightly as you finished his food, “love you too M; take a seat at the island for me?” you asked trying to get him to eat while you put everything away. 

He slumped off you and slowly made his way to a seat by the island, you placed his food down in front of him as well as the cold glass of water noticing he had successfully managed to undo all the buttons on his shirt which was now hanging open, “Finish that water too, don’t want a hangover in the morning” you said as you turned away from him. You took your time to put everything away, enjoying the silence that the house held. After a long night of partying, you weren’t sure how much more noise your ears could handle for the night. You looked over at Michael once you were done, he was holding his sandwich as if it were gold, eating it slowly, taking sips of water in between bites.

Reaching your hands behind you, you pulled your zipper down the back of your dress half way, instantly feeling more comfortable. “I’m gonna head up” you said as you passed Michael placing your hand on his shoulder lightly before walking out. You walked up stairs to your shared bedroom and into the bathroom to begin removing your make up. As you were drying your face, a familiar pair of arms wrapped around you again. “Thank you for the sandwich kitten” he rasped into your neck. “Anytime” you answered with a giggle, tossing the towel back to your side of the sink. He pressed kisses into your neck lightly, you pulled your head back slightly to give him better access. His arms tightened around you, pulling you as close as possible to his front. 

“You looked so beautiful tonight princess” he groaned as one of his hands pushed your zipper down the rest of the way and pushing it off your shoulders. You hummed in response as his hands followed the material down your arms, the straps soon falling off. His hands went to remove your bra, undoing the clamp in one go as he continued to press light kisses down your neck and to your shoulder. You melted against his fingertips, forgetting Michael was still intoxicated. His nose danced across your skin, he smirked at the feeling of your softness brushing against his lips and the sweet smell of you infiltrating his senses. 

You pushed your dress off your hips and let your bra fall down your arms in front of you before turning in his arms. You pushed your hands past his open shirt and around his back, hugging him. His warm skin pressed against yours sent a shiver up your spine. He smiled down at you with glossy eyes, leaning down quickly to press kisses into your nose, cheeks, and jaw. You giggled through them, pulling away from him, only enticing him to pulled you against him harder. “Go brush your teeth idiot” you giggled, pulling your arms from him. He let you go, following your suggestion, “Yeah whatever, I’m coming back for you” he retorted. 

You picked up your dress and bra from the floor and made your way back into the bedroom. You pulled one of Michael’s shirts you loved to sleep in and crawled into bed awaiting him. He came back and slammed himself down onto his side of the bed, “You’re pants are still on dude” you pointed out. He groaned and threw an arm over his face, “I need help” he said silently waiting for you to give in and take his pants off. “You are impossible I swear Michael” you crawled over to him and slowly undid the button, your hand brushing over the front of his pants. He whined as you pulled his zipper down, bringing your attention to his hard bulge that was being hidden behind his skinny jeans. 

You pulled his pants down and he groaned again. You honestly weren’t even sure if he was completely aware of how hard he was, and you had no idea for how long he was hard. “(Y/N) please” he rasped as you finally tugged his pants off his ankles. “Please what” you asked smirking at him. He removed his arm from his face, “You know what” he said staring at the ceiling. “Not sure what you mean, sorry Mike” you replied, crawling over him to your side of the bed, being sure to lightly brush your covered center over his tight boxer briefs. 

He groaned out loudly. “Don’t play dumb kitten, can't fuckin sleep like this” he said deeply, his temper starting to rise. Your tone changed to a more serious one, “Are you 100% sure, cause I’ll help but you’re drunk Michael” you asked staring straight at him. “100%” he answered sternly. “Okay then” you answered pressing your lips against his, one hand on his chest as he held your hips. You pressed kisses down his jawline and neck, making sure to leave a couple of dark marks. You palmed him through his boxers and he groaned against your hair. “Please, (Y/N)” he huffed. “M?” you asked removing your lips from his neck and looking up. “Yeah” he responded. “Can I suck you off?” you asked, honestly too tired to want full blown sex. “God yes” he groaned, you continued to palm him as you worked your way down his chest. 

“Been thinkin about your pretty lips all night” he stammered as you pushed his boxers down his thighs.