Warnings/Kinks: Blow Jobs (lots of it!!!!), Anal Sex
Summary: To be fair, Kyungsoo didn’t realize what he was starting when he first took a suggestive swig of the soda bottle in front of Jongin.
Admin’s Note: OH. MY. GOD. i literally have tears in my eyes. this might be the horniest at1stsoo fic. like i said lots of blow jobs but unlike kyungsoo, i did not get tired of reading it. thank you exo for releasing cream soda, a masterpiece that led to this delicious fic.
It is such quality mobiumshipping, which the fandom is severely lacking in. It has humor, it has tenderness, it has spiciness. The dynamics between the three boys are top-notch. AND, it is being expanded into a small series. It's amazing!
Ooh yes, I read and loved this one!!
Link on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44993545
The dynamic between the three of them is just spot on, and Yugi for all his shyness and nerves never looses the backbone that makes him the linchpin between the three of them. And the "spectating" party (whether that be Yugi or Yami), is just as active an important as the one in the drivers seat. So sweet and tender (and sexy!) all around!
⇝Synopsis: Jungkook’s man bun falls out while going down on you.
Quote ❘ “I swear to god if you don’t get your fucking head between my legs, then I’ll push it down for you.”
Genre ❘ literally just pwp, established relationship, a thunder of fluff, a storm of smut.
Pairings ❘ Jungkook x reader
Word count ❘ 1.6k
Warnings ❘ Jungkook is deadly with a man bun, oral (female receiving), attempts of humour, squirting, light dirty talk.
Notes ❘ This was literally supposed to be a PARAGRAPH long imagine, but my ass was thinking about it all night, and I just woke up to write this, so I guess you’re welcome since this is a lot better :)
The day was coming to another end. The sun was setting and the night was crawling in slowly; So, naturally you and Jungkook were slowly laying in bed. His arm under you while you nuzzled your head into his neck, legs intertwined.
You giggle like a teen in love as Jungkook showers your forehead with kisses, each one raining down fast, feeling lighter each time he showed his affection.
Wanting to show your love back, you nuzzle your nose into his while you hug him tighter.
But then you felt it.
Hair.
Hair in your eyes, on your mouth, and on your nose blocking your breathing.
Specifically, the hair on his head that he’s recently been growing out.
Jungkook said he wanted to change his look a little, and you were rooting for the long hair. You’ve always been. Shit, you were the one that came up with the suggestion. So you’re not complaining, not one bit because he looks hot. But at this specific moment, it was being an obstacle to show your love to him.
So, naturally an idea was sparked.
Quickly you’re leaving the shelter and warmth of his arms to rummage through your drawers, in search of something. Jungkook watches you with a raised brow, wondering what the fuck you were up to since this was a little out of character for you.
“Baby-” Before he can finish you turn around with a wide smile spread across your lips.
“Found it.”
It was a scrunchie.
But it wasn’t even a regular plain coloured scrunchie, it was a Hello Kitty scrunchie.
Jungkook narrows his eyes in suspicion. “You dug 3 minutes for a scrunchie?”
“Yeah, just let me see something. Sit up for me.” Puzzled beyond belief, he slowly sat up as directed.
You sit in front of him, hesitating to do what you wanted to do since you wouldn’t know how it would look. Nonetheless, you gather all of his hair to the top of his head before you realize you need a brush.
Slipping off the bed and grabbing the brush, you come back and brush his hair up, and tie the elastic around his hair. He winces at how tight it is since he rarely has his hair up.
And then you sit there expressionless before you speak.
“Holy shit that’s a turn on.” You remark in astonishment.
Antsy to see what you did, he stands up rapidly and looks in the floor length mirror hanging on your wall, taking in his appearance.
“My hair wrapped up at the top of my head with a Hello Kitty scrunchie is a turn on?” He turns around to you that's sitting on your bed, smiling to yourself at the creation you had made.
You shrug.
“Honestly, I’d fuck the shit out of you right now.”
Jungkook chuckles before he gets comfortable on the bed in front of you, crawling over you so that the only way you can lay is with him hovering over, you on your back.
“Oh really? You wanna test that statement?” He smirks dangerously, pulling a strand of hair behind your ear while he waits for your response.
“Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready for you, buster.” Jungkook chuckles once again.
“I hate you sometimes.” He jokes.
“You love me.”
And then he’s kissing you, hot and heavily while he sheds your top and in turn you take his off.
Jungkook trails a row of light kisses across your jugular, sucking a hickey just under your jaw which has you moaning and wrapping your legs around his torso to pull him closer, to feel him.
He stops, partially out of breath to say in your ear, “I wanna eat you out.”
A moan comes from the back of your throat that you try to withhold with a struggle before you just give in, “Please.”
Jungkook unclasps your bra and lightly pushes it to the side of the bed, focused on taking a nipple into his mouth while he grips the other breast with his fingers, squeezing. Switching to the other, he gives the other nipple attention before he’s kissing down your stomach.
Trailing sloppy kisses to your belly button, he proceeds down before he's stopping just before your sweats to pull your sweats down a little, suckling a hickey right at the bone of your hip.
A groan falls out of your lips when he decides to untie your sweats and pull them all the way off, dropping them on the floor.
You’re almost fully naked, bare to the hilt except for your panties.
Jungkook is close to solving that problem by making wet open mouthed kisses on your left leg, slowly proceeding to hover his mouth over your panties, hot breath ghosting and cuddling around the barrier of the cloth.
Is he really teasing you right now?
When he slips a digit around the edge of the middle of your panties, making you think he was about to give in, he instead lets the elastic cling back to your pussy with a slap.
Your lips draw in a thin line.
“I swear to god if you don’t get your fucking head between my legs, then I’ll push it down for you.”
Jungkook chuckles dangerously while he stops his movements.
“Aggressive are we now?”
There's lilt in his voice when he speaks, his voice lower than usual with a hint of something devious that resides underneath.
“What did you expect when you're teasing me so much? I’m about to get blue balls.”
“You can’t get blue balls __. I just wanted to play with you for a bit,” Jungkook chortles, finally deciding to relief you out of your misery.
He’s looking back at your pussy, hooking his fingers at the hem of your panties before you’re lifting your hips and he's pulling them off.
And then without any warning, Jungkook’s holding your legs in place and putting his mouth on your clit, making your eyes go wide and loud moans pouring out of your lips.
‘Mmm-fuck,” Jungkook swirls his tongue around your bud in circles, evoking a thrust of your hips which forces him to hold your hips down.
“Keep still baby,” He sits more comfortably in between your legs before he continues.
Jungkook loved going down on you. The way you couldn’t control your body from squirming on his tongue, the moans you elicited out of your throat, and the way you’d hold his head down right when you were about to cum on his tongue.
It drove him insane.
So, that’s why when he dipped his tongue into your lips, the reaction you made had him grinding into the mattress.
You roll your eyes to the back of your head, seeing stars as you gripped the bed sheets since they were the closest thing to you. Breathing erratic and heart beating out of your chest, you look down after your seconds of bliss to see Jungkook looking at you through his lashes while he tongue fucked you.
It made you want to roll your eyes back again, but you chose to situate your hands into the roots of his hair, just right under his bun.
You were so close to your release, walls constricting and legs threatening to close, but Jungkook was strong, and he was prepared to take you through it.
“Just like that.” You moan.
It was all too much. Jungkook was grinding his cock into the bedsheets for much needed friction while eating you out like a deprived man without his meal. While as he was staring into your soul with his lust filled eyes, blown out to the hilt.
You were about to snap.
Jungkook hums into your pussy, the vibrations too much, causing you to pull a little too hard on his hair.
The scrunchie falls off as well as your hand, letting his hair fall slowly into his face, the ends of his hair reaching his chin while he looked through his hair to watch you come undone.
The visual throws you over the edge, Jungkook’s eyes never leaving yours as you cum on his tongue, long and hard.
“Fuck!” You scream as your vision goes blurry, all you see is white while you fist the bed sheets.
“Holy shit.” Jungkook groans while he watches you wither right before his eyes.
Your limbs give out after you cum, your body drained of energy as you lay there, eyes open when you see Jungkook crawl up to your face.
His face is wet with your release, making your eyes widen in shock.
“That was so fucking hot babe. You just squirted all over my face.” He leans in to kiss you, all wet and sloppy and it’s the hottest fucking thing you’ve seen all day.
“I didn’t mean to.” You can’t help but to feel embarrassed.
“It was hot.” He states while laying next to you.
“You know what else is hot?” You quirked an eyebrow before looking for the scrunchy on the bed, “This.”
You hold it up for him to see before you try to wrap his hair into it again.
“No, let me take it off!” He protests, trying to remove the elastic, but your hands beat him to it.
He pouts, “I look like an idiot.”
“You’re my idiot.” You grab his face and pecked him on the lips gently.
I hope this was okay! This was my first one-shot on Tumblr and I was so excited to post it! Constructive criticism is supported as I’m trying to get better at writing :)
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With her back flat against his chest, she is unable to focus on the drama streaming on his laptop, because in a careful, absentminded manner his hands keep smoothing up and down her upper arms.
And she's becoming intoxicated by the security of his touch.
Melting and blooming all at once, a million meadow flowers opening in greeting to the sun, drinking him in.
Hinata allows herself to tuck her temple against the curve of his neck, and his body rumbles with a honeyed chuckled. She can't stop the way her lips curve into a tiny smile.
It's been forty minutes and she hasn't experienced anything yet, not a single symptom.
For once, she is… cautiously optimistic.
But that still leaves her with the responsibility to begin birth control, and she hasn't her own gynecologist yet.
But going to her mother's should be fine, right?
Doctor-Patient Privilege, after all.
No way her mother will find out.
Perhaps Hanabi wouldn't mind leafing through their mother's planner, to ensure that they're never at the office at the same time.
Emboldened, Hinata decides that this is what she will do.
"Feeling okay?" He asks, tilting his head to get a look at her.
Warnings: dubious consent due to sex-pollen, internalised sex-shaming from the POV character, unnegotiated kink
"Jaskier," he says, and Jaskier freezes mid-struggle and tips his head back against the tree to look up at him.
"Geralt," he says, his eyes hazy and his voice a low rumble. Geralt looks at him in silence, not sure what to say. "Oh, my handsome wolf, come to eat me up?"
Jaskier is definitely not in his right mind.
I don’t normally like sex-pollen fics much, or fuck or die scenarios, but I love Suzukiblu’s writing and I love secret!dom!Jaskier (which is a trope the fandom as a whole needs more of), and I love characters managing to pine while having sex with the person they’re pining for, and I absolutely adore fics with reluctant subs getting everything they secretly want, and this fic has all of that while also being delightfully dirty and totally unashamed of being a PWP.
Almost as soon as they had entered, Draco found himself faced with all kinds of toys, lingerie, and literature about all matters related to sex. If the dizzying feeling from before had made it hard to focus, it was nothing compared to standing in a room, surrounded by Granger’s scent and all sorts of erotic equipment which he just itched to immediately put to use.
His already colourful imagination went into overdrive. A bright pink vibrator sat on one of the white shelves, but instead he saw Granger on her desk chair pleasuring herself, legs spread wide, cheeks flushed. He turned and saw a crotchless teddy. Immediately, the vision of Granger standing in a library entered his mind; she was wearing nothing but that piece of black lace, reaching for a book conveniently placed on a higher shelf which gave him the optimal view.
Someone laughed and Draco froze, suddenly and awkwardly aware that he was not alone and that he really needed to get ahold of himself. He shifted around, thinking of Snape in the same teddy. Ah… much, much better… sort of. He almost grimaced; this was almost like getting rid of a Boggart. A sex boggart. Yuck.
Granger and the shop assistant were talking animatedly. Draco barely managed a proper greeting. The way she was leaning against the counter supplied his fantasy with too much material. It was as though his body was battling a fever. His limbs were turning hot and numb (except for one appendage), and his mind started slipping. All he was capable of thinking was Granger in stockings... Granger with nipple tassels... Granger in that dress… over the counter… legs spread and his cock...
Desperate for a distraction, he turned around and scanned the bookshelves behind him. His eyes immediately found another copy of Clit-o-logy, the book that he had left unopened in the bag in his dressing room after the first night. His poor mind jumped to the dream in the potions classroom where his nocturnal-self had been dedicated to comprehensively studying the female sexual organ.
The blood left his brain.
Bloody fuck.
His hands, already hot, were getting clammy. His fingernails dug deeper and deeper into his palm. He was desperate for it to hurt; for any feeling other than arousal, really. To keep his mind out of the gutter. Away from thinking about sex in general. Or sex with Granger in particular. Or how Granger looked when she was stark naked, lying on the floor, her lips wet and swollen, her clit…
Draco bit into his cheek as hard as he could. The sharp sting made him wince. Granger and the woman behind the counter turned to him. The woman frowned.
‘Everything alrigh’, luv?’ she said in a thick Cockney accent, raising a thin eyebrow.
He cleared his throat. ‘Fine, thank you.’ He thanked the stars above that he had managed to perform a concealing charm on his trousers just in time. Otherwise, he would have been in a sticky situation right about now.
Granger regarded him with a strange expression. Just like earlier, he was magically drawn to her eyes. He found himself wondering why had never noticed how exceptionally dark they were. He couldn’t even tell if they were dark brown or black. They seemed so deep and full of knowledge that, for a second, he worried whether she might be a legilimens. The thought that she might see to the bottom of his soul appeared terrifying and comforting at the same time.
Granger, who had been staring back at him, abruptly turned towards the woman and away from him. Draco kept his eyes on her. The slightly shorter hairs on the nape of her neck were standing erect. The skin underneath looked soft and rosy. He had to fight the burning urge to reach out and caress her right there.
‘We were looking for an umbrella, actually.’ Her voice sounded oddly strained.
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Rating: E
Pairing: Darcy/Steve
“Honey,” Raymond shook his head, looking grievous. “I mean, you wanna throw your money away that’s on you but…” he let out a low whistle. “This is Foreman, he’s fighting. You understand that, don’t you?”
But Darcy had only smiled and put her money down. “I know who he’s fighting,” she assured the two men who had let her tag along to their bookie’s office—a dingy hole in the wall across the street from the Ringside Cafe. “But nothing is going to make me bet against Muhammad Ali,” she shrugged her shoulders. “He’s the greatest of all time.”
“He was the greatest of all time, sweetheart,” David was shaking his head as he watched Peaches count out her cash. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered when he realized how much she’d bet. “Steve know you’re doing this?”
