#anon fic

[funky3207]

more locked in on a fic that im probably gonna post anonymously for a niche ship than my stupid fix it (the second chapter is already half done) 😣

[efedrica]

(you wanted a mickey version of my previous one - here goes)

mickey knows what ian is doing.

ian’s put heated rivalry on the tv, and trying to act all chill, and collected, but mickey knows his strategy.

ian thinks mickey is jealous that ian finds shane hot. but mickey actually finds it fucking arousing.

see the one thing you have to know about ian: he’s the least subtle motherfucker in the whole of the chicago, hell maybe even the whole of illinois. especially when it comes to his feelings, emotions, his mating display (some nerdy ass scientists might call it. mickey doesn’t fucking know, ask lip about that shit).

mickey has learnt all the intricacies of ian gallagher, because he had to due to ian’s mental health and mickey fucking loves him. he has a phd in ian’s dick but that’s not the point here.

mickey knows what ian is trying to do. he’s trying to get mick back for the other night, when mick was a little too distracted by ilya’s ass and the sex. which perhaps a little bit but he will never admit reminded him of when ian and him used to make the most of the hotel rooms after scamming the geriatric gray puboids.

mickey knows ian is trying to make him jealous. and whilst past mick would have thrown his beer bottle at the tv at the very thought of ian admiring another brunette’s ass cheeks. mickey is actually feeling a bit feral at the desire in ian’s eyes as he watches the tv.

firstly as he will always find ian’s horny eyes hot as fuck, and secondly, mickey knows that he and shane share many physical similarities (a needy, brunette bottom with a fat ass), so mickey knows he doesn’t need to feel too self-conscious in that respect. as ian enjoying shane’s body is an extension of jim enjoying mickey’s.

so yeah mickey is feral at watching ian watching shane work out. mickey doesn’t feel threatened, he feels turned on and maybe he might just get a little desperate at the thought that ian gallagher insists on having no type, but he sure likes to find mickey in most the men he finds attractive.

mickey quietly places his beer back on the table and crawls his way over to his husband. he gets to his knees between ian’s spread legs. tuning out the sound of the tv, and the grunting lf the sweaty hockey players, mick smirks up at his beautiful piece of hunk ian as he sees ian watching him, waiting for what’s next. mickey rests his forearms on ian’s thick thighs, as ian widens them ever so slightly, without knowing, or thinking. ian gulps, his mouth suddenly dry and wanting at the sight of mickey reaching to open his jeans. never once taking their eyes off each other.

AHHHHHH GOD the sexiness of all this is making me squirm

I didn’t even know i needed this written this way, holy fuck everything’s SO HOT 🥵

Thank you 🙏🏻 i loved itttt

[mitchellnman]

I wrote this for you based on the Michael and Martin thing you posted in the tags. It's yours to repost or do whatever you want, you can change it a bit too if you want. Post it in the tags so more people can read it (of course if you want) I hope you like it ❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰

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Initially Y/n feels a little sorry for Michael when the private lessons start. He's all awkward and embarrassed barely looking her in the eyes when he speaks.

But then she starts to find it interesting, mainly because he clearly has no experience with women. Little by little, she starts to clench her thighs whenever she hears him explain the material to her, and she can no longer even concentrate on what she should be doing.

Y/n then decides to talk about it with her boyfriend, Martin. He just laughs as the two fuck the night away. And when they are exhausted under the sheets he tells her that if she wants to ruin the little virgin nerd he won't be the one to stand in her way.

From the moment Martin gives Y/n carte blanche, she begins to provoke Michael more and more, wearing short skirts and revealing necklines. Feeling her own pussy getting wet whenever she notices the lustful looks he gives her.

He never does anything about it, and Martin just laughs and fucks her when she tells him about what happened that day, unable to understand how the poor guy has the ability to not jump on such a beautiful girl offering herself to him on a silver platter. He would have already spread her legs and eaten that pussy until she cried, which was exactly what he was doing now since that idiot had no ability.

Weeks passed and Michael took no action. Martin lost his patience. He went to the nerd's dorm.

-I don't know what part of the fact that my girlfriend wants you to fuck her you didn't understand. - He said as soon as Michael opened the door and entered the dorm without being invited.

Michael's eyes widened in shock as he walked in behind him as the door slammed shut behind them both.

-W-What do you mean by that? - Michael stammered in bewilderment.

-She wants you to fuck that pussy. - Martin rolled his eyes as he looked at Michael's wall. - Got it? Fuck her until she screams.

-Dude, I'm not going to fuck your girlfriend. - Michael said, blushing, looking at the floor, trying to hide the erection that was forming in his pants just at the thought of fucking Y/n.

-Damn, you're hard just from hearing me talk about her, aren't you? - Martin bit his lips in a mischievous smile making Michael blush even more.

-N-No. - Michael's eyes widened. - I swear I've never looked at your girlfriend like that.

-I know you looked man. - Martin laughed looking at the ceiling. - And it's okay.. no problem at all, I don't mind sharing that hot pussy.

-You shouldn't talk about her like that. - Michael blushed, starting to get irritated by the crazy and disrespectful stranger in his room.

-She doesn't mind. In fact, she likes it. - Martin rolled his eyes. - We both share it, and she also doesn't mind if I eat another girl every now and then.

Suddenly a light knock sounded on the door followed by Y/n's sweet voice calling Michael's name, making his eyes widen and Martin smile widely.

-It's her! - Martin ran towards the closet leaving Michael stunned. - Don't tell her I'm here, or that I came here... just... just eat her pussy already!

Michael stood there without moving for a few moments before he walked mechanically to the door and opened it, his face red and still slightly shocked.

-Is everything okay Michael? - Y/n sounded worried and he just nodded positively letting her in while his eyes fixed on her thighs exposed by the very short skirt.

Michael could barely teach Y/n that session, his gaze wandering from Y/n's tits to Y/n's thighs and then to the closed closet door. He could barely hide his own erection anymore and when Y/n looked him in the eye and asked with those beautiful red lipstick lips if everything was okay, he practically begged.

-Can I fuck you? - The smile that appeared on Y/n's face made his cock tingle.

-Of course you can. - She nodded, already taking off her thin blouse and leaving her breasts bare before his hungry eyes.

-Have you ever seen tits before Michael? - She asked very sweetly and he denied it with his eyes glazed over at her.

Y/n then took off her skirt and panties, slowly opening her legs for his animalistic gaze.

-And a wet pussy just for you? - She sighed, running her fingers through the slit and pulling the moisture to her clitoris. - Have you seen it before?

Michael just shook his head once more, completely enchanted by the sight before him, momentarily even forgetting about Y/n's freak boyfriend hiding in the closet.

-You can touch me Michael. - She moaned, looking at him as she slowly masturbated for him. -I want you to touch me.

And Michael did what he had been wanting to do for a long time. He lay between her legs and sucked a pussy for the first time in his life. It was incredible. Her taste was divine and he wanted to suck her until he died while she pulled him by the hair and moaned his name, begging for more.

He was clumsy and had no technique, but Y/n was loving it anyway since his desire to suck her off overcame everything else.

-Oh Michael, more, more. - She pulled him closer and closer. - Fuck me. Put your cock inside me.

Michael almost came in his pants after that, it took all his strength of mind not to let it happen.

And afraid that he wouldn't be able to do it a second time, he quickly undressed and without thinking about anything else he penetrated her, moaning with contentment as he felt her pussy pressing against him.

Y/n moaned and whimpered as she scratched his bare back. And unable to contain herself any longer with her wet and tight heat around him, Michael came inside Y/n, almost crying with pleasure at the overwhelming sensation never felt before, not being able to be compared to cumming in one's own hand not even in a million years.

And when he fell next to Y/n's trembling body, the closet door opened and Martin came out, his eyes dark with desire as he massaged his own cock. Michael felt his whole body burn with shame as he pulled the bed sheet to cover some of his nakedness. Y/n barely seemed to care, still lying on the carpet, panting.

-What are you doing here baby? - He asked still panting.

-I came to make sure you got what you deserve, but now I need a round too. - He said lying on top of her still dressed only with his pants open and fucking his own cock into Y/n's sensitive pussy that was still leaking with Michael's cum.

-So fucking wet and hot. - He growled, fucking her roughly. - What a delicious pussy you have, my love.

And seeing Martin fuck her in that shameless way before his eyes while Y/n moaned and asked for more, Michael felt himself harden once more and squeezed his own cock under the blanket.

-Let me return the favor. - When Y/n realized she just smiled mischievously and pulling the scarf brought her mouth to his dick. And Michael thought he would die right there.

As Martin fucked her Y/n moaned against Michael's cock, and with the waves of pleasure growing bigger he came a second time in Y/n's mouth who swallowed it all with a smile, then arched her back and rolled her eyes as she came on Martin's cock, who biting her neck tightly came in Y/n's pussy.

The three of them lay panting on the carpet, and Martin turned to Michael with a lazy smile on his face.

-I told you to fuck her, idiot.

Good morning to me, hot damn! 10/10, no notes anon. Thank you for the gift, and for allowing me to share it! I'm glad my late night tired ramblings inspire some folks /gen

[ghostgirl-22]

Thinking about steamy makeout and foreplay between art and patrick and arts begging for patricks fingers inside him

Just imagining his wet lips, flushed face ... 🤤

Yummy yum yum! You’re a genius nonnie 🫠

—-

Patrick can hear the sounds of his brother’s wedding reception going strong from the backyard tent. It’s some yards from the boat house he’s tumbled into with Art.

The place is only lit up because of the fairy lights, his sisters doing, though Patrick never wants to think about who they’ve been in here with. But the way they reflect off the water and make everything glow, these images will likely haunt his memory forever.

He knows he’s gotta be back by the time they set off fireworks… but right now he’s got his best friend sitting in a little row boat and they’re kissing drunk and heavy petting. No, not petting, Art’s riding.

“No, ‘m not doing that,” Patrick whispers again. This is insane, enough to make him feel crazy.

Art’s lips are kiss swollen and wet, so fucking wet. He’s staring at Patrick with puppy dog eyes, pupils dilated, flushed from all the kissing and champagne. The weight of his body on Patrick’s lap, settled right on his cock. Every movement he makes bringing Patrick closer to the brink.

“Oh come on. Why not?” Art asks, he bites his lip grinning, “Have you never done it before?” His tone, his voice is setting Patrick’s teeth on edge. “Have I really found the thing you’ve never done before?” He teases.

“God, fuck off,” Patrick whispers.

Art pouts but only for a minute before he’s rocking his hips again, gently grinding. He’s so pretty, still dressed up in his waistcoat and dress slacks but Patrick knows he can feel it all. “Please,” he whispers taking hold of Patrick’s hand… he brings it to his lips and sucks Patrick’s ring and middle finger slowly into his pretty little mouth. Insane.

Patrick holds his breath. He’s crazy enough to slide his fingers back and forth, in and out, just to watch Art suck. Art’s keeping eye contact. He wants this bad.

Patrick’s mouth goes dry. His heart thrums like a hammer against his chest, he’s taking ragged breaths and Art keeps going. Keeps going till he’s practically drooling on his fingers, slobbering all over them like it’s too much when Patrick knows he can take so… much… more. Patrick scissors them around watching him adjust to accommodate for it, listening to him hum and moan eagerly as his tongue moves every which way and spit starts to dripdrop from his too pink lips. Patrick pushes them further down his throat and he starts coughing, gagging, licking his lips again. Patrick’s throbbing so hard he thinks his cock might spontaneously combust.

Art just leans back smiling. “They should be wet enough, right? You can put them in me?”

“Art,” Patrick closes his eyes because he’s at the point where he can’t think and watch him at the same time. “If I put my fingers in you, I won’t… I won’t be able to…” he trails off and opens his eyes again. Art’s watching him. Looking just like his name.

He tilts his head, tongue on the tip of his teeth, hair in his eyes. “You really don’t want to finger fuck me?”

Patrick laughs, he has no choice, he just looks down at his lap, at Art’s thighs resting on his and chuckles because Jesus Christ. “No I don’t want to finger fuck you. I want to fuck you, fuck you.” He looks up at Art again and Art looks back, amused. Fucking brat. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“But… don’t you have to start somewhere?”

——

So sorry nonnie, I feel like you wanted submissive Art, but I still somehow gave him all the power. That’s my bad!! He just runs Patrick in my head.

[dento-time]

bro on god I am not safe on ao3 I’ve only written two anon fics in my entire existence on there and my partner has found them both times.

[thelaundrybitch]

*cackles madly as I drag this into your inbox*

Thank you for your patience. You shall thus be rewarded with some smaller chunks so you don't choke. Wouldn't want to lose you after becoming friends now would we? You've still yet to find me. 😏😎😈

So without further ado, thanks to you and all other interested parties, I present to you part 2! 🫡😘

Relapse

(Addiction Pt. 2 with pt. 3 coming soon!)

Relapse (N) a deterioration in someone's state of health after a temporary improvement, to turn for the worse

…

They say that the first step to overcoming a problem is to actually acknowledge that there is a problem to begin with. Which is all fine and dandy and totally makes sense. Except for one teeny tiny itty bitty little factor...

Acknowledging problems wasn't exactly Leo's forte. He had a nasty little habit of being in the business of actually creating problems.

Especially when it came to himself.

And this...thing...he had concerning with you was no different.

The fact Leo had "willingly" through the skin of his teeth and only after countless of sleepless weeks, admitted that he maaaaaay have had a slight addiction to you was actually a big step forward!

Personal growth even! He really ought to get a reward or something for being so self aware, cause like come on! This was some major serious self improvement!

So when you had told Leo and his brothers about your up coming girls trip out of country, Leo was totally not worried in the slightest.

He was proud of you for getting out instead of being holed up with your books of all things. It would be good for you to have some alone time with your girl friends.

Because as much as Leo just loved having a monopoly of your time with him and his brothers, Pizza Supreme in the sky, even he knew that spending constant time with them all could be a biiiiiiiit much.

They were just like THE coolest mutants in town and whatever. Obviously the close proximity to such heroes could be a bit emotionally draining to such a poor damsel as yourself (he wants to be your hero so bad it's not even funny)

So it made sense why you'd need a break.

If anything, it would be a good time to try and figure out his head (his heart) and his plan moving forward concerning you. A small period of abstinence, if you will, just to test himself. Get himself in the clear and whatever.

Besiiiiiides it was just a couple of days with your friends right? As his dear nerd of a brother would say, "Exasperated SCOFF!"

No biggie at all.

Because like sure, Leo was addicted to you, but he wasn't like...you know obsessed with you or anything.

He could handle a couple days without you, no problem.

…

However, once again in concordance to the luck of Leo's life (and that meaning none at all) you had just laughed and fondly reminded Leo that due to the additional traveling time, you would actually be away longer than a couple days, almost closer to a month.

And not to mention, while you'd be away for an aDdiTiOnAL COUPLE oF wEeks, you'd also be traveling through so many time zones and weren't exactly sure when and if you'd have Wi-Fi, so you wouldn't exactly be able to text them all as frequently as was custom.

Leo had just blinked at that for a moment, his brow ever so slightly furrowing as he mentally processed what exactly that meant...

Basically an entire month of little to no contact. With you. Period.

This...this was fine. Just... A small set back. Leo... Leo could handle this. The Faceman would have no trouble saving face.

In fact, the only outward sign of his slowly growing inner turmoil was the slight twitch in one of his eyes and the fractional tightening of his hands resting on the bulge of his tensing biceps.

So Leo did what Leo does best: he had just forced a small laugh and shook his head, smirking at you with a playful nudge of his elbow, warning you not to have too much fun without him.

It was just a couple extra days. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to worry about at all...

Right?

…

One and a half weeks later down and with one and half more still to go, Leo lay awake on his plastron with his face buried in a pillow, restlessly clawing at his sheets and cursing the name of friendship.

He should have never let you get on that damn plane, travel the with your damn girlfriends, having what he could only imagine was the damn time of your life.

If you really wanted to travel, FINE! You could travel. Take one of his stupid portals for all he cares. You could go where ever the shell you wanted to go and be back in a literal flash with enough time to spare to still go to dinner.

It would be better than knowing you were spending ridiculous amounts of time with people he didn't know about (and at this current moment could care less to meet since they took you away from him) and having fun with them when you could be back here, where you belonged, with him.

The handful of pictures that came through every couple of days with your bright smile and your now sun kissed, rosy cheeks was down right torturous.

You looked so happy, so carefree. Like an entire weight was lifted from your shoulders.

And Leo hated it.

He wanted to be the one to that kind of smile on your face (you didn't like them better did you? Had more fun than with him?).

Though he couldn't quite be sure what exactly he was feeling at the moment. Pettiness maybe. Loathing perhaps? Jealousy, most likely, if Leo were to be honest with himself. You know, for once.

Whatever the stupid feeling was, Leo knew that the spark was so hot and intense that the very thought of someone else taking your time and making you smile caused his shoulders to lock and his hands to subconsciously dig further into the blanket with a small groan.

This really was one of the worst ideas you had ever come up with, and Leo (the poor baby) had to live (suffer) with the consequences of you being gone.

He buried his beak further into the pillow with an angry huff, his arms wrapping around the padded squish and not for the first time, wondered if this is what it would feel like to hug you around your waist.

Would you let him press his face into the soft and plump skin of your stomach? Leo was sure it would make one helluva fine pillow. Much better than the limp piece of frabric he was currently strangling to death. Probably smell better too.

Would you cradle him against you? Hold him in your arms as he got comfortable? Gently scritch your nails down the back of his head and run your hands over his shell?

Would you let him get close to you like that? Both literally and metaphorically? Would being close to you like that finally give home the closure needed to let him drops his walls once and for all? Give him the rest that he so desperately yearns for?

Leo thought he was fine. He thought he could do this without you! This time apart was supposed to help him go cold turkey! Break this stupid, stupid, stupid addictive need to be with you.

But here he was restless, agitated, hurting and unable to sleep (for weeks thank you very much) so cursed was his ache without you.

He'd never needed anybody, never craved for anybody's presence the way he did with you.

Leo sighed again, grumbling into pillow with a small agitated whine. Why oh why did you have to go?

And take all of his peace with you?!

Being addicted to a person, Leo finally decided, finally admitted, was just...the absolute worst.

But these relapses?

Leo let out a small whimper and pulled the pillow over his head as he all but retreated into his sell.

He really didn't know how he was going to make it through another day without you.

…

All my love and happy suffering,

~AnOnYmOuS

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

my GOLLY

MAN do I love me a tortured, pining, jealous Leo.

It's like you know me or something *squints*

THANK YOU FOR THIS TASTY MEAL ANON! I love it so much 😍🫶🏽

I'm very excited for the next part 👀👀👀

[v3nusxsky]

Hiya! Can I ask for a smutty lady lesso x reader w r being a brat and lady lesso punishing them in her office maybe with spanking/edging/denial and then making them kneel beside her desk w a vibrator in them while she works and they're not allowed to move/make noises? The idea's been making my brain go brrr

Hey anon! I had so much fun with this one :) I hope you enjoy

Pretty pet 18+

*Authors note| I feel like this was just such a joy to write, words just flew together instantly. I hope you all enjoy it*

Trigger warning~ brat r dom l spanking, edging, orgasm denial, degradation overstimulation praise mistress kink

Prompt~see ask

It was obvious in your relationship who was the dominant one of your relationship. After all, she alluded dominance in every aspect of her life. You were on the shyer side of the scale, but with her? Well that's when the inner brat came out to play. The confidence you had in these moments was truly an adrenaline rush, and you knew that Lesso absolutely adored putting you back in her place. As her submissive you had rules, not overly strict but easily breakable if you truly desired it. As her girlfriend, you were doted on and showered with affection at any opportunity. The perfect balance in both of your opinions.

Today you were feeling rather frustrated and being her good girl just wouldn't cut it today. You started your plan with a teasing outfit, showing just enough to cause a reaction but not completely inappropriate for the lessons you were teaching today. The next was the flirty words you'd whisper in her ear as you moved past her. When it came to meals, you sat next to her trailing a teasing hand up and down her thigh discreetly of course. But you decided that you needed to go further. So when you had a free lesson you snuck away to your chambers to record yourself with the intention of sending it to her.

Lesso had been looking for you in your class room but being unsuccessful she made her way to your chambers. She heard then most deliciously familiar noises that were for her ears only, a smirk gracing her lips as she slammed the door open startling you. "Just what do you think your doing pet?"she purred coming closer observing the way she had found you, clothed but clearly your hands were busy working on your chest and trailing your thighs. Mind made up she took you by the hand and led you to her office. This was unusual, not a word was spoken between you both and you could feel your arousal grow at what was to come.

Your body slammed into the door, effectively shutting it with the loud slamming noise echoing off the walls. Her lips instantly found yours in a rough and dominating kiss, the kind of kiss that makes your brain fuzzy and your toes curl. With a nip to your bottom lip she growled against the shell of your ear, "you're such a whore that you couldn't even ask for what you wanted. No, you had to go and be a brat. You know what I do to brats don't you pretty one?" Before tracing your ear with her tongue and nipping at your lobe. Your nod in response seemed to add to the frustration the older women felt,  her hand found yours pulling you over to her desk and leaning you over it. "Safe word?" She commanded watching as you squeezed your thighs together in anticipation. "Dove" you confirmed and gasped as your dress was hiked up above your hips, exposing your perfectly round globes to her.

Without a warning, she brought her hand down against your ass in quick succession. "Count dirty girl" was purred against your ear as more hits found their way to your ass. By the time she had finished it was a nice shade of rosy pink. Your arousal now soaked your underwear. "Colour?" She whispered to you in which you moaned out as she stroked your abused flesh, "green mistress!"

It didn't take long for Leonora to settle on her chair and spin you to come straddle her thigh. When your centre made contact with her tensed thigh you let out an uncontrollable whine.  A tap on your hips signalled you could now start to rock your hips against her. She captured your lips with hers and allowed her hands to fondle your chest without removing the barrier. You were driven by the need you felt as you continued to rut against her. She allowed you to bring yourself to the edge on her thigh. Only when you were ready to call she removed her thigh from you, a desperate whine in protest escaped you before you could stop it. A sharp slap to your thigh was your reminder along with the words "naughty girls don't get to complain, take what you're given." In her stern dominant voice.

You were desperate for her to touch you. This is torture and she knew it. So when she began to strip you of your clothing, you couldn't help by sign in relief until you were now bare and at her mercy. When you saw the slender fingers of your lover reaching in her draw of her desk, searching for a very specific item. When she found it a smirk found it's way back on her lips. Her eyes devouring you as if you were prey. A shiver ran down your body as though someone was walking over your grave due to her intense gaze.

Lesso expertly inserted the vibrator between your legs. She revealed in the gasp you let free as she turned it on. "Be a good slut and kneel" she commanded pointing to the spot next to her chair. The vibrations were ruthless and continuous, bringing you closer and closer to the edge every time before she would shut it off and continue with her work. Only when she could tell you'd calmed enough would she pressed the button starting the toy back up again. You lost count how many times she did this, but it didn't stop till her stack of paper work was completed. Desperate pleas and whines were tumbling freely now, and she knew you were beginning to reach that limit, you just need a little more. She was more than happy to provide it for you.

The toy was removed and you once again found yourself bent over the desk, fingers clawing at the wood in an attempt to keep still. Her long slender fingers entered your cunt that was leaking with need. Her moan at the feeling only spurring on your need to cum. Her fingers worked tirelessly thrusting fast and hard even adding a simple curl of the fingers to hit that spot that drove you wild. "Please god mistress please I'm gonna" you mewled out, powerless to stop the assault on your sensitive core. "Cum for me pretty" was all you needed to hear followed by a deliciously painful bite to your collarbone. You tumbled over the edge screaming for your lover as she continued her quest. You were unsure if you were coming down still or building to the next orgasm but you didn't care. It felt good and all you could do is whimper and whine for the older women to keep going.

Suddenly her fingers were removed leaving you feeling empty and shaking against the desk. She sunk to her knees and you felt her talented tongue exploring your cunt. You whined too sensitive for another but she didn't stop she continued, you lay powerless and out of breath allowing her to do as she pleased with you. She brought you over the edge and back down and even gently cleaned you up before coming to gather your spent body in her arms.

"You did so good for me pretty one" she murmured with kisses being pressed to the crown of your head. You snuggled up against her body absorbing her natural body heat. There in that moment sleep claimed you. Once you had completely sparked out Lesso stood with you in her arms and carried you to the her bedroom allowing you to rest in comfort.

Word count~ 1379

[minshookie]

yoongi and nipple kink please 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Here you go😏😏

!Warnings! || sub!yoongi, lactation kink, smut.

“You’re literally a baby Min Yoongi.” You teasingly insulted as he nestled his head warmly into your chest. The only thing illuminating being the television playing a sappy yet interesting romcom.

“A baby for cuddlingmmgirlff?” You erupted in laughter, “I can’t hear you when you’re suffocating yourself Min.”

Sighing he resorted to laying on his side, legs tangled in yours lazily draping his arm over your waist. His head still rests on your chest, he presses his ear closely relaxing to your pumping heartbeat. “I said, hmm-“ he pulled you closer taking in your body heat, inhaling your body wash scent. “I’m a baby Just for cuddling my girlfriend?”

“No, you’re a baby for being obsessed with my chest.” You toyed with his dark silky tresses, letting the movie capture your attention again.

Playfully he nudged your breast with his rounded button nose. “If that makes me a baby, i don’t want to be an adult.” He jokes, creeping his comfortably warm hand up your nightshirt.

“Ah Ah Ah Min, not tonight we’ve been fucking like rabbits since the AM all because it’s your day off.” You tried to ignore his pouted face, his jutted lip always gets you in times like these. As far as he was concerned, he made the most of his day and he planned to do the same with the night.

“But we don’t have to fuck, just let me see them.” He begged sincerely, jokingly just to creep on his nerves you ignored his seemingly innocent request by turning up the television ignoring his pleading gaze.

“Y/n, please! I won’t ask again!” Giggling at his desperation you lost the little game you tried to play. “You’re a damn lie Min Yoongi.” He lifted your shirt a bit higher, determined for what he wanted.

“C’mon y/n you know I’ll make it enjoyable...”

You rolled your eyes, meeting his gaze.

“You won’t bother me about it for the rest of the night?”

With that he sighed pulling himself up on his elbow, “well, y/n if it bothers you that much we don’t have to do anything you know that r-” you ceased his respectful rant by removing the shirt, leaving you nude from the waist up. Your bottom half hidden under blankets.

“Fuck, I’m so lucky.”

Since you two first started being intimate, it wasn’t hard to notice his strong attraction to your chest, he’d kneed and nurse you all day if you let him.

Almost instantly he began kissing and nipping over the bruises he’d left earlier. “So good y/n.”

He collected saliva from his tongue, using his fingers to give the other bud attention while he latched onto the one closest to him.

Suckeling and nibbling only as hard as you’d let him. Yoongi was in his own personal paradise nestled into you, suckeling his eyes fluttered shut.

Removing with a comedic pop just to replace his lips back. “Waiting for milk?” You joked watching his cheeks turn deep pink. He chose not to respond.

Grabbing you wrist he brought your hand to his hair, asking for your sweet caress.

“You act like you want to sleep this way?” You teased brushing hair from his dark eyes. He nodded, nipple perched between his supple lips. “You’re lucky I love you.” He smiled closing his eyes, finding a good pace.

“So very lucky.”