He whimpered as you changed position, manhandling him into the place you wanted. You now had his ass up, his body leaning on his forearms at the end of the bed. Across from it was the full length mirror.
"Look up, baby."
You slipped back inside him, feeling the resistance of his tight hole with each thrust you gave. His breathing was so heavy, you could see the breaths he took making his upper back heave up and down. Watching his back muscles move was turning you on, encouraging you to speed up your thrusts.
He was so embarrassed. Shy. He could handle being fucked in the ass, but watching it happen like some porno in real time? That was nearly too much. Seeing his figure in a position he previously considered 'feminine' was making his face flame red. Watching each thrust and feeling the slap of your thighs against the backs of his was simply too stimulating, so he curled to the side, hiding himself from the mirror.
You notice, of course, and let out a frustrated sigh, reaching down to take a handful of his hair and lift his body up from it, eliciting a loud and high moan as you drag him back to his original place. You lean down to reach the side of his face, your thrusts never faltering. You lick his cheek and he whimpers, closing his eyes but immediately shooting them back open after remembering your request.
"Good boy." Your low voice speaks right into his ear. You were now leaned over him, he could feel your tits pressing up against his back, your nipples dragging across it just slightly. He bit the inside of his lip so hard it almost drew blood.
As a reward, you decided to give him a treat. It was hard for you to maneuver so it didn't happen often, but when it did... it drove him absolutely crazy. You were craving to see him unravel and this was the perfect way to do it.
Your thrusts slow only a little bit to allow for them to reach deeper. He makes eye contact with you in the mirror as you reach one hand down to wrap around his red cock that had been leaking precum steadily onto the sheets below. His eyes struggle to stay open when you swipe your thumb over his tip to collect it. You then wrap your hand around him and give him an experimental squeeze. He can't handle it, and his eyebrows crash together as he cries pathetically.
You hum in his ear and his eyes start to well up as soon as you start pumping his dick. Up and down your hand went, and in and out your strap thrusted. His eyes drop from your face to his lower half. He couldn't choose what to look at, he could hardly think at all. The only thing going on in his head was you you you.
He didn't get the chance to settle on where as he got close. His eyes darted all around your two figures as he let out noises he would normally try to hold back at least a little bit. He didn't have the energy to care this time. He was too greedy for it.
"P-Please..." He whimpers, his body wishing to collapse on itself. Your grip on his hip tightened and your other hand had focused all of its attention to squeezing and jerking his tip- just the thing that drove him mad.
He felt himself nearing his climax quickly, each deep thrust pressing against that sweet, sweet spot and your hand providing just the right amount of friction and pressure. You were perfect, so perfect for him he couldn't believe it. His arms shook under his weight and by the look in his eyes, you knew he was right there.
So, you pushed him over the edge. You gave a particular harsh thrust and tightened you grip at the same time. He moaned out loudly, his entire body tensing up and clenching around you and he made that a famed "o" face. His cock spurted out thick ropes of white into the sheets, the amount being much more than you'd ever seen from him. Your thrusts turned gentle as you fucked him through his orgasm. He came for so much longer than normal, you wondered how long he'd needed a good fuck like this.
His body fell and he slumped onto the bed, laying in his own cum now. It didn't faze him, he'd think he was completely numb if it weren't for your soft pulling out. You lean down and brush hair off his face, revealing tired and closed eyes on a sweat covered face. Your heart swelled. It must have been hard to hold himself up that long for you, he was such a good boy.
You kissed his eyelid and left the room to take off the strap and grab a towel. While there, you started to draw a bath. When you came back you were surprised to see he wasn't sleeping yet, he had rolled over and his chest rose and fell at a slower pace than before. He opened his eyes loosely to watch you clean him up. You let him lay there for a minute before you helped him off the bed and led him to the warm bath.
It wasn't hot, he hated that. A reason he refused to take showers with you- you turned up the water way too much for his liking.
He settled into the water and his broken voice hummed lowly.
"I'm gonna go change the sheets." You try to get up from the side of the tub but he stops you by grabbing your arm with the little strength he had left.
"Please stay, Y/n." His eyes are hooded and quite frankly you worried that you went a little too hard, but you knew he would have told you if that was the case.
"Okay, baby." You whisper and sit down beside him on the bathroom floor. You held his hand for a while before he complained about the other getting all raisin-like. Even in a state like this he made you laugh.
You massaged and lathered the shampoo into his long hair, getting lost in the soft feeling of it. He cranks his head backward, missing your face, and you dot the suds on his nose. He flashed you that beautiful smile and you knew, this boy really was your one and only love in life.
Summary: Your work has been overwhelming, leaving you to unknowingly neglect Levi at home. After an intense argument, you opt for the silent treatment, and it’s up to him to earn your absolution, and for you to absolve.
Jiggling the lock, you twist the key and push your front door open, stumbling into the warmth of the foyer.
“Fucking hell” you mutter to yourself, pulling off your heels and staring at the welts forming on your skin. You press them softly, hissing in pain.
Dragging your sore feet against the floor, you trudge into the living room, flopping down on the sofa. The muscles in your back and legs pop as you stretch, a lot delicious strain coursing through your body.
You sigh, eyes slinking shut.
Work was pure chaos, not that you expected any less as a lawyer. But today’s events nearly pushed you over the edge.
Only now, sinking into the soft fabric of the cushions, were you able to relax and bask in the quiet ambience of your house.
“You’re late“ a sudden voice bristles from behind you.
Warnings: smut, angst, body image issue, very soft dom!reader, pet names (sweetie, baby), praise
Synopsis: Your boyfriend Felix' roommate Chan calls you because Felix had been eating less and acting weird while you had been too busy to spend time with him. So you go to their apartment to talk to him.
A/N: This was a request by anon <3
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"Can we talk?"
The three words were so often the preamble to a fight or break up that you wished you had said it differently but it was too late, Felix had heard them already. With a guarded expression he retreated a bit more in the black oversized sweater that he had probably snagged from Chan’s closet.
"Chan told me you haven’t been eating this week and I’m worried. Are you okay, sweetie?"
Careful to not move too fast you reached out and touched his arm, hoping the gesture would reassure him. The past week you had not had that much time and only seen him briefly for a coffee during your lunch break. When you had seen Felix that day he had been a bit off-color too. His usual sunshine personality was dampened by something, but you had calked it up to the weather not being good which dragged your mood down too until Chan had called you.
"Did something happen? I’m sorry that I couldn’t spend as much time with you…"
Seeing him like this, moody and closed off, neglected, made your heart bleed. If anyone was responsible for dimming his light, you would be furious with them.
"It’s not your fault, you had to work. I know."
His brittle tone did not convince you in the slightest and you pressed your lips together. The sleeves of the sweater were too long and it made him look even smaller, more vulnerable than he was. Out of all people you knew he was the strongest, the person who could always find a positive thought, put a good twist on misfortune and shine from the inside.
"Lixie."
You took a step closer and his arms slung around your middle like you were the only thing that could save him from sinking into the ground. It had been an eternity since the last time you had had time for yourselves and you felt even worse seeing him like this. You should have been there for him when he was having a hard time with whatever it was that he was dealing with.
"Do you want to cuddle in my bed?"
"Always."
When you lay in his bed, legs intertwined and arms wrapped mourned each other, he relaxed a bit. Felix was a very physical person, who needed to touch and could not go without hugs. It was hard to imagine him living on his own when he craved being close to others so much. At the moment, when he was living with Chan this was not because his fellow countryman was also big into cuddling.
After some time you felt his hot breath on your cheek, wandering along your jaw and making you shiver before his lips landed on yours. At first, he brushed over your lips, barely touching at all, but you wanted more and pressed your lips properly together. The low hum was more a feeling beneath your hands than a sound you heard in your ear and it encouraged you to lick over his soft lips, asking nicely to be let in. Felix melting against you as you kissed was the feeling in the world and you pulled him closer, pressing as much you together as possible. The kiss left you out of breath in the best way possible. Your forehead rested against his as he spoke.
"I’m sorry for worrying you. It’s just.."
You pulled back to look at him and saw he was struggling to find the words. In hopes that it would help him, you took his hand and squeezed gently.
"I’ve been feeling so … unattractive lately."
Your first knee-jerk reaction was to dismiss this statement but instead, you asked: "Why do you feel that way?"
He licked his lips and could not meet your eyes. In moments like this, you did not want to press him too much, so you waited until he was ready to tell you.
"I know it sounds dumb but Chan-Hyung." Felix trapped your hand tighter and watched as your thumb brushed over the back of his hand.
"He is looking so amazing at the moment and I don’t … look like that."
Both of the statements were true. Chan had put on a bit more muscle and was positively stunning, and yes, Felix with his lean body and small frame did not look like that, but this was not a bad thing. For you, this did not make a difference how Felix looked but you were aware that this had nothing to do with you per se.
"Oh Baby, that’s totally okay."
You kissed his knuckles, feeling a bit helpless because you did not have the right words to reassure him everything was going to be fine. At the end of the day, Felix had to sort out his own feelings and the best thing you could do was hold his hand and be there for him.
"I know, it’s irrational," he confessed. "I shouldn’t compare us but I still do."
You pulled him into a tight hug and whispered in his ear. "It’s okay, my love. It must have been so hard to keep that in."
He buried his face in your neck and for a moment you expected sobs to follow but nothing happened, so you just held him tight. His breath tickled the little hairs on your skin and a shiver ran down your spine. Despite not having broad shoulders, Felix's body, honed by exercise, felt solid in your arms. My pretty, little boy. A warm wave of affection washed over you as you held him, legs tangled to the point where you were not sure what part belonged to you. He inhaled and whispered against your skin.
"You smell so good."
There was a pout in his voice as if it was morally questionable to smell good.
"Is that a crime?"
"Yes."
It was the most serious 'yes' that you had ever heard to such a silly question.
"Why?"
Felix pressed his face more into your neck and instead of a reply, you felt him press against your thigh.
"It’s a crime to make you horny? Man, then I’ll get sentenced for life."
When you pulled back to look into his eyes, he pouted but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. You kissed the tip of his nose and a small, smile broke on his face.
"I want to take care of you, is that okay?"
Your hand rubbed his thigh, before cupping his ass. In your opinion, there was nothing you would change about him, aside from taking the worries that plagued him.
"But…"
"You’re turned on but you don’t feel attractive?"
Judging by the way Felix pressed his lips into a thin line your bold guess was spot on. You knew the feeling too and there was nothing that you could say to make it better. It did not matter that you found his worries overblown because they were very real to him.
"I love you no matter what, but if you don’t want to that’s okay."
"I love you too."
The best thing you could do now was to hold Felix and rub his back. However, the fabric of the sweater caused an unpleasant tingle in your palms and you slowly slipped your hand under the hem to give Felix some time to object. He did not. Back-rubs were always appreciated and so he relaxed more into you. In this position, facing each other, it was not so easy to reach all of his back with the sweater limiting your movements, but Felix notice and shifted so the sweater could slide up as your hand trailed unto his shoulders. Under the layers, his skin was scorning hot and soft to the touch.
"Scratching please."
You smirked and started to run your nails lightly over his back as he shivered from the sensation. He loved it when you did this and you were sure if he was a cat, he would have purred like crazy. You kissed his temple and continued to draw random patterns on his back. Hopefully, lying with you like this could take his mind off other things and get him back on track towards a healthier body image. Breaking free from thought spirals was the first thing you had to do before you could start getting better again.
After a few minutes, you noticed that he had shifted, so his hips were touching your leg that had been between his since you had snuggled up in the bed and pressed into it. You were not sure if this was a conscious decision on his part or not, but it turned you on so much. He was so hard in his pants and the loose cotton did nothing to restrain it; if you had looked down now you would see an obvious tent in the fabric. An inaudible sigh fanned your skin and you could not take it anymore. You captured his lips in a heated, sloppy kiss, pulled your hand out from under his sweater, and palmed him through his pants. The strangled moan he made was silenced by your mouth on his and he rocked into your hand. By his fast breathing, you could tell he was getting worked up and thought about whether you should make him come now or tease him some more. When you abruptly stopped, he wined in frustration.
"You shouldn’t come in your pants," you said in a stern tone and pulled back completely. Felix was quite the sight, his sweater half pulled up, hair disheveled, lips kiss swollen and pants tented by his erection. Of cause, he noticed how you looked at him and pulled the sweater down to cover his exposed skin.
"You’re the most beautiful person I have ever seen."
You said it from the bottom of your heart and hoped it would translate that way to him too.
In the softest voice, you told him: "Take the pants off."
For a moment Felix was still in his position on the bed, thinking, struggling with himself on what to do. It had not technically been a command, Felix could refuse if he wanted to but the little twitch in his pants told you that he wanted to. Felix came to this conclusion too, rolled on his back, and pushed the sweatpants down his legs.
"And you are a good boy too, Lixie."
The praise hit him more today than usual and his breath caught in his throat, when your hand wrapped around him, giving him a few tentative strokes. When you kissed from the tip to the base, you had to pin him to the mattress with your forearms because he was moving too much.
"Look at your pretty cock. Have you ever seen one so pretty?"
He shivered. You worried that he would come too fast tonight because he seemed to be very sensitive and worked up. Usually, it did not affect him this much, when you did not see each other on workdays, he was more like a clock in this way and you knew exactly how you had.
"I wanna feel you. Please."
That was expected; as much as he liked blow jobs if he could have your pussy on him that was what want he wanted. You would lie if you said you did not want to ride him right now.
"Sure, but my baby is really excited today. Maybe we’ll need a ring, is that okay?"
He nodded shyly and you got a ring from his drawer along with a condom. Even though you had not let it on, you were very worked up and thus impatient when you rolled the ring on. It had to sit at the base for a moment until Felix adjusted to the feeling of it and you used the time to take off your clothes.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
As down as Felix had been when you had arrived as excited he looked now. Sex did not make your problems go away, but at least it could take your mind off things for a moment.
You aligned him with your entrance and slid down with a sigh, while Felix groaned. The cock ring made him both, more sensitive but also unable to come as easy, a truly deadly combination. You placed your hands on his firm chest for balance and ground into him. His low groans reverberated in your whole body and made you go faster, chasing that high, hoping that he felt good too.
"You’re so good for me, so nice and hard, just a bit longer, baby."
Felix thrashed under your hands grabbing for something to hold onto, he was so close but he could not come, not yet. You wanted to continue in the same rhythm, but your muscles were beginning to stiffen in the wake of your orgasm and your movements were becoming smaller and slower. Even so, you were swapped away in a hot wave of pleasure moments later.
Felix loved and hate to see you come. It was a good sight but he was always jealous when it did not happen for him and you at the same time. When you came down from your high, he was breathing heavy, face flushed a deep red.
"Did you come?"
You asked even though you had a hunch that the answer was no, with it was. There was a chance that he was just going to come the moment you took off the ring but you had to risk it. when you rolled the ring off he moaned but nothing else happened and you praised him: "You didn’t come, such a good boy."
The heavy, controlled breathing showed that he was barely hanging on, just a flic of the wrist away. He was warm in his thick jumper and his forehead shone with a thin layer of sweat. You wrapped your lips about the tip and all it took was a gentle suck. Felix howled and the salty, bitter taste filled your mouth. No, blowjobs were not your favorite but seeing Felix lying boneless on the bed was good compensation.
Summary: This is literally just a series of drabbles on how they like to be railed.
Warnings: all of bts have pussies, futa/girlcock, the reader isn't really gendered? but just in case, mentions of squirting, mentions of creaming, namjoon impregnation kink, namjoon titties, obvs top reader, rough sex
A/N: tbh bitch i don't write drabbles, I had this shelved away and decided to post it. don't expect this sort of stuff to be frequent
Jimin rides you while you're on your back, hard and fast because he's greedy. It makes him feel shy but he feels so sexy when you stare at him like you want to eat him up. He likes having control but he needs to feel your hands on his hips, grounding him. It sends his heart aflutter because you could take over at any moment and fuck into him, making him moan and bounce around uselessly, while his tummy quivers pathetically.
Yoongi rides you while you're on your back, but he's going nice and slow. He has his hands gently pressed onto your chest or stomach for leverage. He has a really pretty arch in his back. He's doing that thing again. The thing where he looks at you with those big pretty eyes, the tip of his tongue lazily resting over the corner of his mouth, moaning in a breathy way. He doesn't have to ask because you know, grabbing his hips every once in a while and grinding in the slow, deep way that makes him throw his head back and his toes curl.
Taehyung is in the mating press, he squeezes his legs around your hips and his arms around your shoulders in a way that's so impossibly tight. He's greedy for you to piston back in and wants so desperately to touch you. You can feel his hip abductors trembling because he's falling apart. He’s calling for you constantly, wishing you could be even closer to each other.
You fuck Hobi on his back, cupping the back of his knees with your hands, pressing them up toward his chest. He thrashes his head around because you've restricted his squirming to fisting the sheets. Your thighs clap against the back of his, your pace is unpredictable as hell. You get so fucking deep inside of him when he's on his back like this. After so long his pussy starts talking back, wet and noisy because he's creaming nonstop.
Jin is lying on his side at a slight angle, his leg is thrown over your shoulder and the other rests on the sheets, you grip the upper and lower portion of his thigh respectively. Your knees dig into the mattress as you pound into him. His bony fingers are pale from how he holds onto the fitted sheets and pillow for dear life, his whole frame is bouncing. He's singing for you so loudly. His voice rises in pitch when you start fumbling with his clit, reaching a harsh rhythm. He croaks for you to stop when his thighs and hips begin to tremble violently, his squirt dribbling around the sides of your dick.
Joon loves to ride you in cowgirl because he can see all of you and touch as much of you as possible. Your face is buried between his tits when his head lolls back, his cream caking up around your base. You plant your hands on his ass, spreading his dumpy cheeks and plant your feet against the bed to fuck him harder. His pleas are chanting, but you know he doesn't want you to stop. He knows he shouldn't play around with getting pregnant, but his head is too far gone for him to remember if he took the pill this morning. All he knew then, is that he wouldn't mind having your kid.
Kookie doesn't mind any position you put him in. It shouldn't make him so wet when he thinks about how sore he is afterward. He mewls something beautiful when you yank his head back by a handful of his fluffy black curls and take him from behind. His hips bow toward the bed like he's a useless bitch in heat while you split him open. Other times, he's on his back, gripping the pillowcase under his head. your knees are spread wide, firmly planted. Your hands grip his hips and the barest cusp of his ass, lifting him to meet your hips like he's a dumb little blow up doll. He shivers and clenches around you each time you growl.
Summary: Nate didn't trust anyone. Trusting people, in his experience, led only to one thing: heartbreak. And Nate couldn't handle being left behind again, not in any way. But the way she looked at him, with something akin to tenderness… She saw right through his mask and all his walls came down for her. Nate, against his better judgement, handed her his heart. It was the best decision of his life, falling in trust with her.
A.n.: Might turn this into a series, I'm not sure yet! All I know is that Nate deserves the world and all the love. Hope you like this!
When he met her, Nate thought nothing of it. He thought she was hot and beautiful and obviously rich, why else would she be decked in diamonds and attending a gala. Nate thought that flirting a little with the older woman would be easy, he put on his most charming smirk and stuffed his hands inside his pockets in a way that Simon’s stupid app called a “90’s movie cliché badboy way”, but that always worked when he had to get away with something involving women. At most, he thought that he’d have to throw in a wink and that would be that.
But he was wrong.
Nate didn’t even want to be at the stupid gala full of snobby millionaries, but he had bills to pay and he had to buy food, so he was stuck delivering to stuck-up old men in tuxedos and bored trophy wives.
He bumped into her in the hallway, and it was just his luck that she was the host, “I don’t think we’ve met, which is curious considering I’m the one who assembled the guest list.” Those were her first words and when she looked him over, Nate oddly didn’t feel defensive, her eyes weren’t judging him, something Nate remembered finding strange considering he definitely was not dressed for the occasion, in his tight jeans and leather jacket.
Her gaze, while not judging, was highly perceptive, and it took her no longer than a quick look to notice the odd bumps on his pockets. She nodded slowly and Nate remembered his confusion when her eyes turned sad, not disgusted, not angry, not pitying, but genuinely sad. She offered him a smile so soft, so gentle, at that moment Nate felt exposed and raw in front of this beautiful woman who he had met only a few minutes ago. She had offered him her hand and guided him to an empty room full of paintings that looked like they were worth more than all the houses in his shitty neighborhood. When she sat down, her fancy red dress seemed to float around her, she had introduced herself and very reluctantly, Nate did the same.
She had this way with words, this air about her, not manipulative in the slightest, but… comforting, almost as if it urged Nate to trust her.
Nate didn’t trust anyone. He had learned at a very young age that trusting people led to nothing but heartbreak and Nate couldn’t handle being left behind again, not in any way. But the way she looked at him, with something akin to tenderness… Nate couldn’t stop himself from talking to her.
He listened to her first, listened as she talked about the reason for the party being held, about her company and about how much she despised the way the people dancing in the ballroom seemed to think they could fool her with sweet talk and pleasantries. She talked about her love for the piano and how much she adored horror movies. And slowly, Nate relaxed in her presence.
When he tried to flirt, when he tried to put on his “macho man façade”, she smiled at him with amusement and a hint of fondness, “You know, I’m very good at reading people, Nate.” She had said and he was taken aback, “You don’t have to pretend with me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He defended, tried to keep his smirk in place, but could feel it wavering.
“No?” She tilted her head to the side, the expensive gems decorating her earlobes glinting in the lights, “Alright, then. It’s a shame though, because I find cockiness very off-putting, and I don’t think you’re a cocky guy at all.”
Nate had scoffed at her words then, but averted his eyes, just in case she could see his resolve crumbling and his embarrassment rising, “You don’t know me.”
She hummed, “That’s true. Although, something I’d very much like to change. I’d love to get to know you, baby.”
And that single endearment, something so… simple. So mundane, so unexceptional to most people, that single word had made Nate’s entire face turn a deep colored pink, from the base of his neck to the tip of his ears. Had made his fists clench and, to his shame and mortification, had made a low whimper escape from his suddenly slack lips.
He heard her dress ruffle as she stood up and heard her heels clicking on the polished marble floors as she crossed the small distance to stand in front of him. Nate felt her sharp nails touching his chin, but they weren’t gripping him, they were delicate and gentle as they guided his face up. He kept his eyes lowered until her voice sounded again, “Will you look up at me, Nate? Please, baby?”
And Nate? Nate was weaker than he’d like to admit, because his clear blue eyes snapped up in an instance to meet hers and he couldn’t stop the way he gasped when faced with unguarded fondness that he had no clue why was being directed at him. “Good boy, darling.” Were her next words. Nate felt small under her gaze, but not the kind of small he felt whenever his mind wandered down treacherous paths. He felt… safe.
(*)
Nate had never felt safe until he had met her. But ever since she had come into his life, Nate felt protected. Felt like he finally had someone who he could trust.
They had met many times, talked for hours. Nate had opened up to her in a way that scared him because of how fast his brain had decided to link her name and her face to safety.
Nate fell in trust.
And she never asked for anything in return.
Not when he tried to confront her about the call from his parole officer informing him that he didn’t have to check in anymore. Not when his record had miraculously been wiped clean. Not when he tried to pay the bills for the house, only to find out they had already been taken care of. Not when he got home one day to find a fully stocked fridge and pantry. Not when she covered his eyes, guided him outside her Estate, kissed his cheek and whispered “you can open them now, baby”, only to reveal a brand new motorcycle, top of the line too, because she thought that the one he had been riding was too old to be safe. Not when, after dinner one night, she handed him a credit card with his name on it and told him that he could use it for his personal things, that he didn’t have to worry about the bills or about the food. It was his. Her only condition was that it was not to be used on drugs.
She had made it perfectly clear to him that no more dealing was to be done. And Nate was more than happy to follow that rule.
He had tried. In the only way he knew how to, the only thing he was good at. They were kissing, a movie playing in the background. They were laying in her bed and, despite that, the kiss was not dirty or lewd; when he tried to turn it into something more, she had pulled back, had looked deep inside his blue eyes and had found an urgency there that had nothing to do with lust.
“Baby, what are you doing?” Her voice was still gentle, so fucking gentle.
He tried to play it off, “Can’t I kiss my girlfriend?”
They had kissed before, of course they had. But she had never allowed it to go any further than that. “Baby, what have we said about lying and hiding things?” Her eyes held just a hint of reproach.
Nate sighed, rolled off to the side before sitting up against the headboard. He clenched his fingers around the blanket, his hair falling down to cover part of his face. She sat up as well, took his hands on hers, slowly unclenched his fists and entwined their fingers, her other hand reached up to comb his hair back, tucked it behind his ear. Nate didn’t look up at her, he couldn’t bring himself to do it right then, but he knew that her eyes were attentive and understanding. “It’s okay, baby. You can take your time, I’m not going anywhere, you’re safe here, it’s just you and me.”
It made his eyes burn, made tears gather there and he shut them tightly, a single traitor tear slipping down his cheek anyway. She wiped it off with soft and gentle fingers, she was always so gentle with him. And he couldn’t figure it out why! Why the fuck was she so kind to him? Nate wasn’t someone who deserves kindness, he wasn’t someone that people gave a second thought to. He was the fuck-up that people left behind after taking what they wanted from him, so why was she not leaving?!
“My darling, I’m not going to leave you.” His eyes snapped open and he turned his head so fast in her direction that his neck clicked. He had said all that outloud? She tutted at him, reached out a hand to rub his neck before cupping his cheek, “You’re going to hurt yourself, baby; be careful.” Her voice was pained, her eyes were sad, “Sweetheart, my darling; I’m not going anywhere, I don’t want anything in return for caring for you. I care for you, Nate. I care for your safety, for your wellbeing, for your happiness. I care for you.” She took a deep breath, leaned forward to kiss his forehead, before maneuvering his body with ease so he was tucked against her side, his cheek pressed to her chest, he could hear her steady heartbeat and he felt safe. “You, my baby, deserve kindness. You deserve gentleness. You are not a fuck-up and you have so much to offer. You’re smart, you’re sweet, beautiful, loyal, have a heart of gold. I want you to promise me, baby, that whenever you have those thoughts about yourself, you’re going to come to me, alright?” She tipped his face up so their eyes could meet, her hair tickling him a bit, her face held nothing but genuine adoration and Nate felt an embarrassing urge to cry.
When she kissed his lips next, it was a kiss filled with an emotion Nate was not ready to unpack, but it was not an unwelcome one. Her fingers wiped his tears, the ones he wasn’t aware of falling, when she rested her forehead against his, the tips of her fingers traced his features, “Do you promise you’ll come to me, baby?”
And Nate felt himself blushing a deep scarlet when he answered her, but the words rolled off his tongue easily and her radiant smile told him he had nothing to worry about. Not when she was there with him, “I promise you, Mommy.”
Ok hear me out… helping Levi into his ODM gear. Propping his leg on your shoulder and littering kisses down it as you slide the straps into place. Your fingers are so close to where he wants them but no, you just smirk and tug on the straps while asking if they’re too tight. He’s blushing, avoiding meeting your gaze as he tries to keep up his normal unfazed attitude. That’s ok though, you don’t mind making him wait.
Shoutout to the person that sent me an ask telling me that my F1 stuff isn’t funny and that I should get off f1blr cause no one likes me but forgot to turn on anon, you’ll be blocked in like an hour cause I want you to see this post before I block you :))
warnings/tags: praise, marking, thigh riding, blowjob, multiple orgasms, begging, a little bit of crying, fluff at the end <3 // please let me know if i missed anything!
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“jimin, you know sitting on my lap is only going to get you in trouble right?” you whispered into his ear while watching the tv in front of you. your hands slowly come to wrap around his waist while he whimpers into your neck, where his head is placed.
“’m needy y/n. i missed you.” he mumbled, hips starting to move in place in your lap. with you being a such a busy person, it’s rare that you get to spend time with him like this. you’re always at the company building taking care of business or helping out the new employees. he typically takes care of himself when you’re not around, but since you’re here, he might as well take advantage of it. besides he always tells you it’s not as fun nor fulfilling without your help.
you lightly laugh, a sweet but teasing sound that makes jimin shiver. he whines and moves his hips more incessantly against your lap. you lift a hand to gently grab him by his chin so he can look at you. he blinks up innocently at you as you lean in to kiss him. jimin automatically leans into the kiss, opening his mouth to let your tongue in, and letting out a tiny moan. as you continue to kiss, you shift him onto one of your thighs and he gasps, immediately feeling the pressure on his hard cock.
“since you’re so needy jimin, use my thigh to get off.” you say between the kiss, biting his plump lip when you part. you can already see the small wet spot forming on his boxers and you smirk. he nods and places his head on your shoulder, making small movements against your thigh. small gasps come out every-time the friction drags along his cock just right, making his legs threaten to close. you move your lips down to his neck and start leaving marks there. you smile, satisfied by the deep reddish-purple hickies being left behind. the pleasure/pain of the kissing and biting only makes jimin needier and you notice the wet spot growing even larger, leaking onto your work pants.
“you’re moving quite slow for someone so needy.” you say, sucking particularly hard on a mark and making jimin suddenly whine out. your hands travel down to his hips and grip them tight. you start to move his hips against your thigh roughly and at a speed you’re content with. jimin wraps his arms around your neck and his little fingers grip onto your hair from the near constant pleasure. he starts to earnestly moan in your ears as his orgasm builds up quickly.
“y/n, i’m close.” jimin moans, speeding his hips up as the heat in his tummy builds and builds. you hum from the place in his neck where you’re still leaving marks. you give his full ass a light smack and he removes his head from your neck to make eye contact.
“then cum for me.” you say, your eyes dark and voice as sultry as ever. he continues to move his hips, moving slower but grinding harder, his legs shaking with each thrust. he finally reaches his orgasm and you can tell by the way he gasps and his whole body stills before trembling and he has a death grip on you. you guide him through it by rubbing your hands up and down his sides while praising him. he lets out a sigh while his grip loosens as his body finally relaxes, legs still twitching a little.
“so good baby, you did so well.” you continue to praise while leaving tiny kisses against his face and making him smile. he starts to become aware of the stickiness in his underwear and he frowns with a whine. he tries to climb off but, you stop him and grab him by the arm making him stumble back into your lap. you look into his eyes and shake your head, making little ‘tsk’ sounds. he raises an eyebrow and frowns a little bit, uncomfortable in his underwear and wanting to be let go and change.
'y/n, what the-“ he starts to ask before being cut off by your lips connecting with his. he kisses you back, of course, only because he thought it was you being clingy. he thought that until your hands start roaming his beautiful body, starting from his brown nipples, rubbing them a bit making him let out a tiny gasp. you move down his tummy, to his thighs and let your hand gently brush up and down while he squirms in your lap, trying to squeeze his legs shut.
"i never said you were done baby, you said you were needy.” you roughly say, hand finally reaching his cock and rubbing it. he starts to get hard again as soon as your hand touches him and you laugh at him. he lets out a whine of embarrassment, facing turning a light shade of pink. he just can’t help it, your hands feel so much better than his own and have so much more skill than when he does it by himself. you can tell he is getting needier by the way his eyes glaze over and his cock twitches in his underwear.
“y/n, please. i need more.” he moans as his back arches into your touches. you hum again and stop touching him all together. he goes to whine and place your hands back but before he could, you flip him back onto the couch and hover over him. he moans from the brief manhandling and his breath starts to pick up from this position, feeling so small under you. you immediately start kissing down his pretty body, leaving marks again on your way down his chest and stomach, until you reach his thighs. you tease him by leaving tiny pecks and licks up them just before his cock. he whines loudly, spreading his legs and knowing what is to come so you smirk at him.
“let’s get these off, hm?” you chuckle, sliding off his boxers. he instinctively spreads his legs wider and you praise him for being so good. you lay down between his thick thighs and wrap your arms around them to keep him in place. you smile at him gently before licking his tip, licking up the cum and precum that’s already there. you hum in pleasure, licking again this time from the bottom to the tip. you continue the tortuous licking, purposely not taking him fully into your mouth knowing he needs you there the most.
“y/n~please, i need it.” he whimpers, hands coming down to your head to hover over his tip. you smack his hands away and give him a glare. he moans and moves his hands above his head to grip the sheets. after a few seconds, you move to take him fully into your mouth. he moans loudly and you watch how his eyes squeeze shut and his grip gets tighter into the sheets. you admire how his body reacts to your touches, how pretty he looks receiving pleasure from you and you love it. you decide to be a little mean and suck constantly on his sensitive tip.
“fuck!” he shouts and his hips buck to try to escape the intense pleasure. you hold his hips down though to make sure he can’t go anyway and takes everything you give him. you continue to torture his tip until his legs get shaky and his moans get louder and that’s when you pull off.
“please, please, please y/n..” he pleads out, hips rising off the bed to reach your mouth. you giggle and look him in the eyes while licking a strip up his cock. he groans, head dropping back onto the bed and his body squirming a little.
“why should i let you cum again, hm?” you question. you reach a hand up to stroke his cock slowly, waiting for a response from your baby. he lifts his head up, looking at you with glassy eyes and mouth opening and closing to try and form words. poor baby is too focused on the pleasure from your hand though, feeling too good to think. you hum again and grip his cock tighter still waiting for your answer.
“because i need it! i need it so bad!” he gasps out, some tears leaking from his eyes. his whole body is trembling by now and his cock is profusely leaking precum onto your hand. you smile and give a 'good boy’ before taking his cock back into your mouth. you go all the way down and back up, fully sucking your pretty boys cock. his moan reaches a pitch higher and his hands move from their spot in the sheets to grip your hair.
“close y/n! i’m close!” he shouts out, his breaths are short and his moans are basically screams at this point. you nod on his cock in permission for him to cum and you hear him moan in relief for not being denied an orgasm. you feel his grip tighten and his hips buck up before you feel the burst of cum in your mouth. you’re surprised by how much comes out considering how hard he came earlier, your baby must be really pent up. you suck him through his orgasm as he continuously moans, this one lasts longer and is more intense than the first one.
“good boy, you take everything i give so well.” you praise when you pop off his cock, rubbing gently against his thighs. jimin takes deep breaths with his eyes closed tight as he comes down from his second orgasm. you sit up onto your knees and take his hands into yours, kissing them softly to reassure your baby.
“thank you y/n, i really needed that.” he whispers, eyes still shut and rhythmically squeezing your hand. you smile at a how adorable jimin is after he cums, he always gets so clingy and soft and it makes your heart melt and beat ten time faster. makes you remember that it’s one of the reasons out of hundred why you are so in love with him.
“i can tell babyboy, all you have to do is ask next time though.” you laugh, leaning over him to plant kisses all over him. he giggles, legs kicking out from the ticklish pecks being placed all over him. he finally opens his eyes and looks up at you with wide eyes with a pout and a little whine. you smile and lean down to kiss gently him before pulling away.
“mm~ one more, please?” he softly asks, making puppy dogs at you. he knows thats your weakness and uses it against you every-time he can. it works as you lean down to give him another kiss on his soft, pink lips. you sit up, pulling jimin up with you into a hug. he grips tightly onto you and snuggles into the embrace, sighing in content.
“you know you’re a good boy, right? the best boy.” you praise him, rubbing his back softly. you felt his breaths get slower and deeper while he hums and nods against your shoulder. you give him a squeeze before letting go earning a whimper from your sweet boy.
“come on, let’s get you cleaned up first. we can cuddle all you want after baby, okay?” you say, making eye contact so he understands. he nods sleepily, softly kissing you softly and making you smile as he gets up and heads towards the bathroom.
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hi guys! sorry it took so long for this one … college -_-
anyways, tell me what you guys think about this one! i’m always trying to improve my writing :)
Even if he doesn’t show it, the attack has left Jimin a bit in shock. He’s not afraid, though – not when you treat him so sweetly. The both of you feel like you’re misinterpreting each other’s acts, touches, gazes, but are you?
Word count: 6k
Warnings: explicit sexual content.
# domestic fluff T.T, masturbation, mommy kink, a lot of sexual tension, sexual guilt, erotic dancing.
Mr Han’s assistant is waiting for you at the entrance of the building’s car park when you arrive in a taxi. The ride to the club has been comfortable, at least compared to what you were like twenty minutes ago; even if Jimin still seemed a bit nervous, it didn’t really look like he was anxious. The only thing that caught you off guard was when he decided to sit closer to you than usual in the back seat of the car.
“Y/N-ssi,” she says, “Kim Namjoon already informed us of what happened. Jimin-ssi, are you all right? Give me a second to pay the driver.”
“Jimin-ssi will be late for the show if he doesn’t go get ready. I’ll gladly explain what happened after I take him to his dressing room, if you don’t mind,” you interrupt, holding Jimin’s bag so he can close the car door behind him.
The assistant nods, content with your resolution.
You’re summoned to Mr Han’s office barely a second after you see Jimin off at the door of his dressing room. He’ll be with his stylists, makeup artists, and some floormen, so he’ll be safe.
The sight of Kim Namjoon greets you when you walk into the office. “Mr Han is busy, but he trusts the two of you will take care of the matter. Would you like a coffee?” the assistant asks you with a blank grimace.
When she leaves to fetch your drink, Namjoon doesn’t take long to ask you to tell him the whole story.
“Someone shot at our wheels on the way” you begin. “A car had been following us for about ten minutes, although I tried to throw them off. I’m sure they missed the shot on purpose.”
“Then it’s what I thought,” he mutters to himself.
You arch your eyebrows. “What do you mean? Does Jimin know who’s after him?”
“As far as we all know, it’s some guy involved in drug trade around other districts. You know, the ambitious and reckless type, a Bae Something. Jimin was about to accept a deal with him to sell in the club but backed out at the last moment. Since then, this guy’s been hounding him, whether to convince him to finish his business or to make it clear he’s not to be trifled with.”
“It’s strange… You really don’t know a thing about this man?” you ask again. “Is he really that sneaky?”
Namjoon sighs again, even more deeply. “Well, that’s all Jimin has told us about him. If his decision is to deal with him on his own, we gotta respect it. We’re only here to help.”
It’s better if you change the subject.
“Yeah, I understand. What does Mr Han think of all of this? Is there anything he wants to do?”
“Hm, yeah,” he mutters, scratching his nape. “Mr Han would like to keep one of you around during the shows, but Jungkook said that he’s got some personal stuff to do in the morning. Would you mind doing overtime the next few weeks?”
Covering Jungkook’s shift would mean staying over at Jimin’s and missing out the entire morning, but also more money. Perhaps it’s not such a bad idea.
“Yeah, sure. I don’t mind.”
By the time the assistant comes back with your coffee, you’re already on your way out. There’s a nice area underground, quiet and peaceful, where you met with Mr Han and Jimin for the first time. It’d be nice to drink it there; you are in great need of silence to sort out your thoughts and give your mind a break.
Your eyes stick to the staff-only door when you get to the landing; music bounces off the walls, the show must be about to start.
“You’d be surprised”, said Xaldien, who just lost four followers and received a lovely “men can’t be raped” anon shortly after reblogging this the first time.
Out of 19000+ followers I have, only one of you actually reblogged about this issue, yet a lot of you have reblogged and liked a picture by playboy about catcalling and that how men should never do it.
Additionally, I have received abuse in my ask box (which I will be answering when I can) and threats. In particular death threats and rape threats.
I can see the real problem here already. Male domestic violence and rape is just invisible in our society because we don’t want to talk about this because it just damages the status quo of this fucking website.
Jonghyun always stood up for women and their rights. He treated women with respect; be it fellow female celebrities, fans or his own family.
Mama Kim raised a man who has always been respectful, kind, considerate and gentlemanly.
Jonghyun is the man who would keep his head down while helping female artists down the stage just so that he wouldn’t accidentally look up their short skirts.
Jonghyun is also the man who would keep his head down while offering a female artist on stage a bottle of water just so that he wouldn’t accidentally look up their skirt.
Jonghyun is also the same man who argued with the award show staff members for not providing seats for a female group.
Jonghyun is the man who spoke about the Korean Comfort Women and the lack of apology from the Japanese government despite being an idol who promotes in Japan. It could put his and SHINee’s career in Japan in jeopardy but he didn’t care less about that.
Jonghyun is also the man who monetarily aided an organization that donated sanitary products for women who couldn’t afford it.
And I could probably go on and on about this list, but the point is: Kim Jonghyun is a man who respects women, believes in equal rights for all sexes, has feminist ideas that uplifts and benefits all sexes and doesn’t conform to the ideas of patriarchy or toxic masculinity.
If y’all have the gal to bring Jonghyun into all the cases that involve Seungri and Jung Joon Hyung, y’all really need to take a moment and think about how absolutely blasphemous it is to even write Jonghyun’s name in a matter that’s so heinous.
DO NOT, and I repeat, DO NOT BRING JONGHYUN UP IN THIS MATTER.
Jonghyun is not someone who You can bring up as a reason to excuse the assholery of some idols. He is not a name that You can throw around as a reference or example. And I swear upon every deity known to mankind, if anyone else keeps this up I’ll make sure to report You to SM and make sure of it that You’re sued.
