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F!reader spoils Lil Dragon!Zhongli... at first | Fluff🧸 (with dragon)+ 🔞 (with human Zhongli)

🎨by: @nagarnia_art and @JeanGreyCG

Summary: You're doing some research in the woods, looking for certain minerals, when you feel some tiny tiny eyes staring at you. After Zhongli morpps from a dragon to a human, things get a bit... hot...

Tw: with human Zhongli smut 🔞, PIV. Insinuations of breeding season, with dragon Zhongli just some cute Dragon behavior bc I ended up traumatized after writing some angst.

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Your research is going well. Your reports to the Fontaine Science Institute were successful during your last expedition, earning you praise from your superiors. You have been living in Liyue for over six months. After learning about minerals that can emanate energy, you sought out information to educate yourself on the subject. 

The rocks in Liyue seem to have a memory, possibly due to the work of their Archon or as a natural result of high evolution and energetic vestiges from ancient wars. 

Zhongli, the Parlor consultant, had told you about a spot at the foot of a valley that might interest you, and you were amazed. You had no reason to doubt the man's wisdom. You had formed a deep bond of friendship with him because you admire his extensive knowledge about everything. You set off almost immediately. He had offered to accompany you, but you had refused because you prefer to do your research alone, surrounded by nature and away from the attractive distraction that Zhongli could become.

Your friend is attractive, in a way that you tried to express in your letters to your friends at Fontaine, but never succeeded. Your banal words and names do not do justice to the physique of this man of unshakable character, steely sense, and tenacious gaze. You could not bear to make a mistake in his presence during the expedition, not because you were clumsy, but because his figure moved your senses, your ground, and betrayed your own perceptions.

So, as you walk through a pleasant area of foliage, covered by the fierce, scorching rays of the sun, you decide to let your guard down, to take off your jacket and your gloves. You use a ribbon to tie up your hair as you walk on, arriving at the place Zhongli had shown you beforehand. The passage is strangely comfortable, very suitable for a quiet investigation, full of strange figures of small rocks of irregular and curious shapes.

Under the canopy of large trees, you spread out your arsenal of tools on the grass, put on your protective visors, and get to work. Sequencing the rock profile takes little time, your agile skills allowing you to avoid unnecessary pauses or clumsy backtracking typical of an amateur. Then you take the samples, tiny particles that do not alter the correct and productive nature that King Geo has protected for years, and while you wait for the filtering to finish, a strange sensation runs down your spine.

You had let your guard down during your experiment, letting the peaceful appearance of the place convince you, something very unprofessional on your part. So you turn to the side and feel a presence. Among the bushes, you spot a pair of curious little spheres, and you jump as the leaves rustle in the presence of an unknown being. 

A deep relief washes over you as the creature in question appears on the scene. A small dragon, microscopic in physiognomy compared to adult forms, with curious eyes and a golden tail twisted into a spiral. Its little paws make furrows in the ground, its face dejected, as if it had been caught doing something illegal.

"Little one, have you been watching me all this time?" You ask the cute little creature, who hides his head between his front paws, realizing he can't do it with his tail, which isn't long enough.

"Come here, don't be afraid of me," you whisper, approaching it cautiously, holding out your hands.

The dragon gathers itself in its own anatomy, growling low, sounding almost like a common cat, you can't help but laugh at it. You bring your fingers up to the growling pellet and stroke its head, right between its underdeveloped horns. You notice a puff of breath coming from the little guy's nose.

"How cute, you liked that, didn't you?" you laugh as you stroke his head and then his back, causing the miniature dragon's tail to wag.

"Come, sit with me, we'll have to wait a long time until the filtering is finished," you take him in your hands, on your palms.

"Wow... I've never seen one of your species so small... and those scales," you comment, bringing your face close to the reptile's, "I'd swear you have very, very soft skin, you're very rare, uh," you add, while you turn to your tools, which emit a strange smell.

You leave the dragon on the ground and approach your machinery, no, nothing out of place... well, now you can turn your attention to the little guy who... what is he doing?

You notice the tiny creature rubbing against your foot, making strange squeaks. It's... it's mating with your shoe? You burst out laughing and shake your foot, pushing it away and picking it up again.

"You horny little bugger," you say, poking him in the nose, "I forgot that your species is in mating season. I regret to inform you that you will get nowhere with me, I am not of the same species... ours is impossible."

A sad sigh escapes from the little animal's chest, and you notice how its whole face becomes depressed, its horns and ears seem to droop in deep disappointment.

"Don't cry," you say, putting it on the ground in the grass and lying down in front of it, "we can play if you want, to distract you a little”.

That got his attention, because he looked at you again. He walks up to you with his little paws and puts one on your nose, he starts to sniff you with that little button in the middle of his little face.

"Ohhh... do you want a little kiss?" you ask, flooded with tenderness, "I would do anything to make you happy" you say, placing a tender kiss on the dragon's forehead. Is like a puppy...

The dragon retraces his steps, accelerating and rolling his head in madness. You see him writhing in place, as if he had suddenly fallen ill, and then... poof... a golden flash and a trail of smoke,  ike the one he had just exhaled through his nose. A faint wave of heat and a faint smell of sulfur as a figure began to form behind the column of smoke.

You straightened up in your seat as the column disintegrated, revealing the very embarrassed image of Zhongli, covering his mouth as he coughs, with traces of smoke and golden flames escaping from his throat.

He is wearing little clothing, a tunic of the same color as the skin of the dragon you spoke to earlier... is that perhaps...? 

"You," you point an accusing finger at Zhongli, and he looks at you with flushed cheeks, "what was that? Aren't you going to say anything about it?" you say to the man, appearing to be annoyed, although in reality, seeing him in that outfit has aroused something pleasurable in you.

"Well?" you insist.

"Are you going to give me that kiss or?" he interjects, his voice still weak and embarrassed.

His embarrassment fades for the next hour, during which he relentlessly thrusts himself into you, waiting for your boring explorer machine to end.

The filtering of the rocks continues, the particles falling into the vessel like sand in a crystal clock. The small machines emit tiny clicks and a faint plume of smoke and gas. The rumble of the cycle's drumbeat advances in rhythm with your moans as you feel Zhongli sink deep into you.

You lie on the grass, your pants and panties around your ankles, your hands on your head clinging to the foliage, your waist encircled by Zhongli's large hands holding you steady so he can work his way into your pussy. You feel his pelvic bone against your center, his balls against your skin, and then he pulls away to enter again. Gently, lovingly, afraid to break you and hurt you. He's painfully slow, but how good it feels.

You hear him make low, rasping noises as faint plumes of smoke rise from his nose, as when he looked like a dragon. His cock twists inside you, slapping against your cervix, massaging your wet, warm depths that mold to the shape of his member. You feel the warmth rush down your legs, an electric current coursing through every fiber of your limbs, your chest heaving in desperation.

The orgasm hits you both at the same time, decorating Zhongli's cock with a white ring as his cum spills into you like thick ropes from his ecstasy. He pulls back your panties and pants, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek.

"May I mark you?" he asks with a look of honor, his face sublime and devoted.

"Don't even think about it," you say, joining in, noticing the sadness in his eyes, "we weren't even supposed to do it. It was just supposed to be a kiss and that's it," you seem to scold him, though it's you who's scolding yourself for being so unseemly and impetuous, though damn... you've enjoyed it so much... ....

Sensing your hostile tone, Zhongli wraps himself up and immediately transforms into his small reptilian form.

"Please stop being so dramatic," you express, leaning against one of the tree trunks and letting out a laugh. "Come back... I don't want to wait alone," you say, crossing your legs and putting your jacket down.

Zhongli, the dragon, approaches you with short steps, due to the length of his small legs, and climbs onto your lap, where he rubs the fabric of your coat, nestling into the fabric to take refuge, and lets out a yawn before closing his eyes and settling down for a nap. You stroke his back and coo to the little creature, feeling him purr like a cat.

"How cute you are when you sleep," you laugh, stroking his nose, causing him to bite your finger, "did you just mark me without my permission?" You ask, but he just squeals and jumps off your lap, looking for a way to escape. You catch him with your coat and throw it at him like a fleeing rat, but he manages to escape and hide in the bushes... you don't see him again for the rest of the afternoon, but you know that when you return to Liyue Harbour you will demand an apology, an explanation... and maybe a round two.

Dating Yoongi

We've finally got the dating Yoongi headcanons!! I'm sorry it took so long but boy is it lengthy so strap in. this is not proofread and im fucking exhausted so edits to be done eventually. if you enjoy reblog, like and leave a comment. cw: does contain smut and one kys moment

Your meet cute with Yoongi ended up being more of a meet awkward than anything. It was 3am at one of the many random convenience stores in Gangnam and you were exhausted, exhausted and hungry. You were doing a year in Seoul for your major and the timezones were really fucking you up. Puffy sleepy eyes,glasses on and a sleep mask resting on your forehead made quite the picture.

It was also quite the picture when you ran into a rack of honey butter chips and wiped out on the floor.

Full wipeout.

Legs up,gravity turned on its head wiped out.

Thankfully the only thing wounded was your pride, but you kinda wished you knocked yourself out so you couldn’t see the handsome man towering over laughing so hard his eyes practically disappeared and a gummy smile on his face. He had a cup of ice and one of those americano packets balanced in one hand and a helmet dangling in his other.

“...chana?”

“Huh?”you said in a daze. 

“Gwaenchana?”he purred in a low rumble. He looked at your lost expression and sucked in a breath.

“Are you okay?”It was a little clunky and half mumbled but you didn’t want to put this man through any more mental torment so you nodded quickly.

“Ne, na gwaenchana!”you replied and quickly scrambled to your feet, almost falling once again because your ankle decided now was the time to roll. He quickly reached out and steadied you, looking at you with so much bewilderment the whole situation felt comical. He looked at the hand that still rested on your arm and quickly pulled it away, you swear you saw his pale cheeks turn pink.

“Um…”he rumbled, looking at you with weary eyes. “stay”

You nodded with wide eyes as you watched this random man run around the convenience store and come back with a juice box and a random red pouch. He looked at you and held up each one.

“Bae juice”

He held up the red pouch. “Hong sam jelly for sukchwi…one moment”

He pulled out his phone and typed quickly. He held the phone to his ear and hummed.

“For hangover”he said, pointing to the two items again. Your eyes widened and you shook your head rapidly. You weren’t drunk. He definitely misinterpreted the situation and just smiled, giving you a smile and waving goodbye before disappearing into the night.

And what do you do when a pretty man buys you pear juice and ginseng jelly in a foreign country?

You fucking c o n s u m e it.

And the next morning when you woke up late to your 8:00am lecture, you just blamed the crazy night because wow what the fuck happened.

You spent the rest of your classes thinking about that handsome stranger. Maybe you did hit your head because WHY didn’t you ask for his name or his katalk? You could have done the whole ‘oh handsome young man, I need to pay you back’ kinda schtick but your brain decided to cosplay the very first windows computer and blue screen the minute you looked at him. stupid.

“Stupid” you groaned, trudging back to your dorm. You had been blessed—got accommodations—for a single room so it was just you and your twin sized 

Oh yeah, and your pining. 

Couldn’t forget about your pining.

You needed a drink. A good drink,some good food and some cartoons to get your mind off this random man. Within minutes you had a bottle of soju and a hefty platter of tteokbokki on the way. Maybe you’d go out for bingsu sometime this week with the girls from your lecture. They were sweet and treated you just like anyone else despite the racial and cultural differences, doting on you as their new maknae and always making sure you ate between classes. It was nice to be looked out for so thoroughly, especially when you were so far away from home. You pulled your phone out to text them when you got a notification that your delivery driver was already on the way.

Huh. they were already earning themself a tip. You stood eagerly by the door waiting and even though you were watching the app like a hawk, you jumped when the doorbell rang and scrambled to open it.

“Gamsahab-”you looked up and saw a familiar set of eyes. “...-nida”

“Soju?”he raises his brow in a way that says ‘again?’. You felt your face grow hot and shook your head rapidly. He just smirked and handed over your takeout bags.

Once again you fucked up,blanked and forgot to ask for his name.

 Damn pretty boy with his pretty eyes and his stupid smile.

It was months before you had seen him again. 

Time heals all wounds and you began to move on. You hung out more with your friends, went to karaoke,saw the sights of Seoul and slowly but surely felt yourself moving on.

It was on a rainy day in May where you found yourself at your usual convenience store. The weather went from sunny skies to torrential downpour within minutes and you had just gotten your hair done. You were looking for an umbrella but found yourself in the snack aisle. 

Blame it on the wind.

What you didn’t expect to find in the snack aisle were seven men bickering. 

You kinda just stood like 🧍🏾‍♀️ until one of them finally turned and god he was stunning 

“Yah, Yoongi-yah!! Move and let this lady through!”

The ‘Yoongi’ in question quickly scooted out of the way, mumbling about how they were all in the way. 

That mumble…

“Yoongi..”you whispered before you could even stop yourself. His gaze snapped up and for once you caught him off guard. His eyes flitted over you rapidly and his mouth opened and shut like a nutcracker.

“Soju girl,”he whispered. Then the moment was lost.

"na iroumi aniya(that’s not my name)” you huffed in annoyance. You know there was an honorific you were supposed to use somewhere in that sentence but your point still stood.

“You speak Korean”another boy said and god he was tall.

“Yes I speak Korean”you said, tilting your head up at him.

“Hyung, you said soju girl couldn’t speak Korean!”a voice laughs. You squint your eyes at this Yoongi who seemingly wanted the floor to swallow him whole. He stared at you like he had seen a ghost actually which wasn’t making things much better. The tall boy sighed and took a step forward, bowing even. 

“I apologize for my hyung,”he said solemnly. “He’s usually not this dumb. I’m Kim Namjoon and these are my bandmates. What’s your name?”

You smiled and returned the bow, happy to finally have some familiarity, both language and warmth.

“I’m y/n”you said. “I think me and your hyung have some catching up to do”

Yes, to say it was a meet awkward was the nicest way to put it.

It was a fucking train wreck of events if you were being completely honest.

You had exchanged info with Namjoon seeing as he spoke the most English and was the only one who didn’t 👁️👄👁️ at you which was nice and had quickly become good friends with one another.

Seeing that their leader liked you, the rest of the boys quickly followed suit and you suddenly had a much bigger friend group than you could even imagine.

Yoongi had become a lot more reserved in a way that was off putting to say the least. You’d only ever spoken to him twice before but there was something off.

you’d asked Namjoon about it during one of your study/music/kill each other from frustration sections and he just shrugged mumbling something about ‘hyung being busy’ 

you rolled your eyes and grabbed your stuff to find out yourself. That’s what you get for asking a dumbass.

Yoongi had been exactly where you’d expect him to be, crammed into one of the practice rooms with his headphones and laptop.

“Yoongi,” you said, tapping on his shoulder. He spun around in a startle and looked at you with a relieved sigh.

“Oh god”he breathed out, “I thought you were one of the maknae begging for food”

You couldn’t help but to smile, all the prior annoyance melting out of your pores and back to the depths of hell where they belonged. Talking to Yoongi was easy, that is when he was still talking to you.

“How do you know I'm not begging for food?”you smirked, taking a seat on the lumpy couch.

“Well, are you?”he asked, raising a brow. You shook your head and leaned back into the couch.

“You’re off the hook”you said, “but I do have a question” “Which is?” “Why have you been avoiding me lately?”

The room grew silent enough you could hear a pin drop. Cornered was the only way you could describe Yoongi. His shoulders scrunched up and he seemed to fold in on himself.

“No reason,”he said plainly.

Your eyes narrowed.

“So you have been avoiding me?”

His eyes widened.

“That’s not what I meant-”

“Then what did you mean?”you asked. Your patience was wearing thin and your heart was racing something ugly.

“I was trying to give you space”

“Space for what? I didn’t ask for space!”you snapped.

“Space for you and Namjoon!”he snapped back, folding his arms over his chest.

“Me and Namjoon?”you gagged. “The last thing me and Namjoon need is space, please collect your dongsaeng cause he won’t leave me alone!”

“Well he’s your boyfriend!”Yoongi threw back.

Huh.

“Huh?!”You shrieked. 

“It doesn’t take a genius to find out,”Yoongi continued, rolling his eyes. “So you can drop the naive act”

“Naive act—Yoongi, you think I'm dating Namjoon?”you asked. You felt like you were going to be sick. Namjoon wasn’t bad by any means, he was just so older brother coded it was disgusting.

“I don't think, I know,”he said. “You guys spend all your time together,you go on dates,you take naps together; it’s obvious”

“Well since you’re such a genius”You said, “How come you couldn’t tell that i’m in love with you?”

Huh.

“Huh?”he said, spinning around in his chair to fully face you. You ran a hand over your face and honest to god laughed.

“Idiots”you said in disbelief. “You’re all idiots”

“Hey-”

“I've been pining over you for months and this whole time you think i’ve been dating Namjoon”you said, shaking your head.

“You’ve been what?”Yoongi said. 

“Crushing on you”you emphasized, “You idiot”

“i..I don’t know what to say,”he said. You sighed and fully leaned back against the chair, feeling all the blood rush to your head from your bold confession. This isn’t how this was supposed to go.

“You can let me down gently for starters”you chuckled humorlessly.

“Let you down—what are you talking about?”he asked.

“Just reject me already!”You exclaimed, waving your hands frantically. You felt like a madwoman.

“Why would I reject you?”his eyebrows furrowed.

You were going to be sick.

“I’m going to be sick”you laughed, running your hands over your face and god were you crying?

“Why are you crying?”he rumbled softly, leaning in and wiping the tears off your cheeks. You just laughed harder, but that ended up turning into a sob because you were so tired. You weren’t expecting a fairytale but this wasn’t the turn you thought today would take. You felt yourself being pulled closer and you knew you should pull away, you knew better. It was all too much and he would just hurt you, but his hoodie smelled like coffee. His hoodie smelled like coffee and his hands were warm as they wrapped around you. You always wondered if he ran hot or cold, but he was neither; Yoongi was pleasantly warm. His hand had somehow wriggled between the two of you and rested on your cheek, rubbing the streaks where your tears trailed. His breath rose and fell in a steady rhythm and for a moment you felt weighless.

“What a mess, huh?”he mumbled, tracing his thumb over your temple. “I went and made all these assumptions…because I was afraid to say I love you”

“You love me?”you whispered. 

“Mm”he rumbled in affirmation. “You didn’t know?”

“No”you said, keeping your voice low, scared if you spoke too loud, the moment would disappear.

“I thought I was being obvious,”he said.

“I thought I was being obvious,”you said. You pulled your head back to look at Yoongi and that gummy smile was on full display.

“We’re both idiots”

Actually dating Yoongi went much smoother than the confession process.

In the early days, the two of you spent a lot of time in the genius studio doing parallel play, you’d work on your assignments and he would work on music. 

Obviously with many interruptions from the maknae line + hoseok, occasionally being prodded by Seokjin and Namjoon to eat,drink and get fresh air

Y’all needed to touch grass and they were sick of it

Being so close to the band in their early days formed an immeasurable bond between you all

But it also lead to a lot of sacrifices on your part that you weren’t prepared to make. 

There was the obvious like no posting about the boys on social media,nda’s up the wazoo,etc. This was all expected and you were willing to do so.

What you weren’t prepared for was how cruel the kmedia could truly be. You weren’t from here, you were a foreigner and that already put a target on your back. The fact that you weren’t thin or pale didn’t help one bit either. 

Thankfully, the boys and Yoongi reassured you in private. Namjoon did damage control and argued with the company to do more on your behalf, while Jimin and the maknae stood by your side like bodyguards wherever you went in silent solidarity. You were never alone. Jin dropped you off at university in the morning, along with Jungkook. Scolding the two of you to have a good day and to eat something that wasn’t chips. Naturally, Jungkook would bring you back once your classes were done and continued to gripe that even though he was older than you, he was still stuck in highschool.

You still hold this over his head to this date.

So thankfully, you had support. Support that if you didn’t have you weren’t sure where you would be honestly. It really felt like you all had become a little family, and being so far from home that was something you desperately needed.

Once the group got larger and was in a more stable position you better believe they all stopped holding their tongues, especially Yoongi. He could be a little hard to read at times but you were not expecting him to be getting himself into full on twitter wars on a burner account over you 💀

“Yoongi stop telling people to kill themselves”

“No”

Being in love with Yoongi felt easy, it was natural. He continued to take care of you in little ways whether it was packing your lunch,giving you transit fare or rubbing your temples when you were tired and falling asleep on him.

Our mans is definitely about that acts of service life. He loves quietly.

Pda made him want to die just a little inside but he wasn’t opposed to holding your hand. It wasn’t like he had anything to hide anyways, you guys were already public. 

He wasn’t the jealous type and although he’d never admit it, he loved how much you and the boys love each other. He’s got a bunch of pictures on his phone of you just in the dorms being domestic. You spent more time there than you did in your own dorm room.

 So although he doesn’t say it often, he shows it with every part of his being. The way his eyes sparkle when he sees you in the morning, his proud smile in your graduation photos. It also made his heart flutter that you got his dry humor and you dished it right back to him, smack in the middle of the maknae line teasing him and Jin about being old.

And when you learned Daegu Satoori from Taehyung to surprise him? Namjoon had to hold him back from proposing on the spot. And to think he ever thought you and Namjoon were dating.

Yoongi bits ✨tid bits about you and yoongi ✨

Yes Yoongi genuinely thought you were drunk and he wasn’t flirting(he got that nuerodivergent rizz)

When Yoongi told you the mint hair wasn’t real and washed it out you cried 🧍🏾‍♀️

You guys have two apartments together, one near Hybe and one in Daegu. You both prefer the apartment in Daegu because that means Holly gets to stay with you guys.

Everytime a new design for shooky it mysteriously appears in the apartment.

You guys have two cats per your request(a white one named sugar and a black one named gloss) the things Yoongi does for love

You guys have been happily engaged for the past year and he proposed in the most unromantic way possible 

NSFW

Baby, Yoongi is a switch with a capital S

Now I have never met a non kinky neurodivergent person and Yoongi is no exception. He enjoys a good power dynamic and has definitely explored kink in the past with previous partners so he’s experienced.

 But Yoongi does occasionally just like to fuck, no rules no dynamics. Just vanilla sex

He’s a lot softer than his image and he honestly likes the separation between the two for his own sanity. The fans think he’s this no nonsense hardass, but he’d much rather praise and reward you than dole out punishments.

He’s a softie at heart and finds a bit of bratty behavior to be cute so you can definitely get away with a lot. Not to say he’s a complete pushover but he definitely will let a good amount of back talk slide before he puts you in your place. It's almost infuriating how calm he is if you’re the type that brats in hopes of a punishment. He’ll just look at you and laugh about how cute you’re being before returning back to whatever he was doing.

It’s pretty hard to tick him off but also not impossible, the easiest way to get him to snap is to mess with him in the studio; especially if he has a deadline coming up. That's how you end up on your knees crammed under his desk not even allowed to suck his dick but just sit there and keep it warm while he works. The condescending mumbles and coos he lets out while stroking your head is enough to send you careening straight into subspace. “Just needed something in your mouth, huh?”he’d purr and gently drag his nails across your scalp

Tongue technology. We all know about it, but you get to experience this first hand at your beck and call. Yoongi is the first one to admit you’re spoiled and when you’re not being a brat, all you have to do is ask and he’ll be in between your legs. He could and has spent hours down there teasing your folds and giving you orgasm after orgasm until you can’t take it anymore.

Somnophilia. This is a kink that goes both ways for you guys but honestly he finds it really hot when you take what you need from him. Waking up groggy in the middle of the night to you fucking yourself on his cock is one of the quickest ways to get Yoongi whining and gripping the sheets. Bonus points if you tie his hands up or cuff them to the bed posts.

He’s not really a fan of quickies and prefers to take his time, but he’s not opposed to shoving you into a closet and getting you off on his fingers if you’re getting needy. He just wants to take care of his girl.

Speaking of his hands, they end up around your throat and in your mouth quite often. Whether you’re sucking or gagging on them, Yoongi makes good on this little fixation and makes sure you get your fill.

He’s down to being pegged. Somebody had to say it guys,🗣️ Yoongi wants something up his ass ‼️

Whether you have him bent over a table or you’re tied up and he’s riding you, Yoongi does enjoy penetration and he’s not ashamed of it. He likes how dazed and pliant you get when he’s bouncing on your strap all flushed and pink and whining. it’s a rush to his head and sends him over the edge faster than he can get a hand on himself.

He’s a fan of cozy aftercare and pillow talk. After you’ve both cleaned up and the bed is moderately clean, he’s off in the kitchen getting snacks and water so you two can cuddle and recap what you liked and disliked. He gets really affectionate after he cums so it usually dissolves into him mumbling praises and kissing all over your face before falling asleep.

All in all Yoongi is the best boy.

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     It was almost rare for Jisung and Felix to get days off together. Usually, one or the other spent their day off with their girlfriend even when most of it was spent in bed. 

     Between the three, Felix typically woke up first with Y/n. Jisung was always sleeping in, cuddled up with the two of them. It was no different this morning, Felix woke up before the other two in the bed. Glancing over at them, Jisung curled into Y/n while the latter was facing him. 

     The blond smiled and laid an arm around both, pressing a quick kiss on both their temples which made Y/n stir a bit. Leaning down, Felix pressed more kisses to her face as she woke up.

     “Good morning,” Felix greeted her with his deep morning voice as she slowly opened her eyes to see his freckled face.

     “Morning,” Y/n greeted him, pulling him in to kiss his lips.

     Felix pulled himself closer to her. Happily returning the kiss as she laced her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. Trying to pull his As close as possible even with Jisung’s arms around her middle. 

     Felix moaned into her lips as she teasingly tightened her grip. Y/n giggled and moved her hand up in his hair while she brushed her tongue against his lower lip. Felix let her in, feeling her tongue play with his. A satisfied moan left his throat before she pulled back. Smiling at him as she brought her hand down from his bake to run her thumb over his wet red lips. 

     Felix stared blankly at her for a moment before she giggled and pecked his lips. “Feel alright sunshine?” Y/n asked

     “Mhm.” Felix nodded, hoping she would ignore his growing erection between them. 

     “Words, sunshine,” Y/n reminded him, hand slowly moving down his chest. 

     “Feel good…” Y/n watched his freckled cheeks turn red as her fingers played with the hem of his shirt. 

     “Feel good as in your okay or feel good as you need help with this.” Her hand gently slid over his pajama pants where his erection was growing. 

     “Help. Please mummy,” Felix pleaded

     Y/n smiled and added a bit more pressure as she rubbed him over the material of his pants. A quiet moan left his lips as he pressed his forehead against hers. Y/n captured his lips again and picked up her speed a bit. 

     Felix moaned and gripped the back of Jisung’s shirt, arm still draped over the two of them. Y/n pushed her tongue back into his mouth and felt Felix melt and buck into her hand. 

     Feeling his orgasm approaching, he hummed into their kiss. Y/n pulled back and looked at him, “What’s the matter, sunshine?”

     “Close. Can I cum? Please mummy,” Felix begged

     “Of course, sunshine. Go ahead,” Y/n allowed him. 

     A few more strokes and she watched Felix’s face contort in pleasure as he made a mess in his boxers. Y/n smiled as she felt Jisung stir behind her. 

     “You guys playing without me?” Jisung groaned. Y/n could already feel him poking her ass

     “Sorry baby,” Y/n giggled as she reached back and scratched his head, “Lixie just needed mommy’s help.”

     “Need help too,” the producer finally lifted his head. 

     “Hungry baby?” Y/n had her attention on the man behind her but pulled the pants off the man in front of her.

     “Always,” Jisung beamed 

     “Help clean Lix up and then you can play with mommy,” Y/n told him. 

     Felix turned to his back as Y/n pulled the blond’s bottoms down, smiling at the stain on the fabric. Peeling the fabric back, a line of white connected the fabric to his skin. Jisung moved from behind their girlfriend and got between their boyfriend's legs. Using his tongue to break the string before cleaning the cum off his skin.

     Y/n sat up a bit, hovering over the two just a bit, and tilted Felix’s head back to her. Letting out a small moan when he felt Jisung’s tongue on his cock. Y/n leaned down and captured his lips again. Swallowing his cute moans whenever his sensitive cock was touched. Especially when the older of the two wrapped his lips around his tip. 

     Y/n pulled away from his lips and looked down. Fingers curled into Jisung’s hair and slowly helped him move up and down. Felix grabbed onto the back of her shirt on reflex. Her eyes fell back onto the blond, “Feel good sunshine?”

     “Yes Mummy,” Felix groaned, head falling to her chest. 

     Y/n cooed and cradled him to her. Feeling his warm breath through her t-shirt. She took her hand off the back of Jisung’s head and rolled her shirt up. Bringing her hand back to his hair and guided Felix to her nipples. 

     Felix looked up at her as he latched on and started sucking on the bud. Jisung glanced up and moaned around his boyfriend's length, making the latter shake from stimulation. 

     “You can have a turn too, baby.” Y/n laughed and watched Jisung move with more vigor. Making Felix shake against her, closing his eyes as his dick twitched in Jisung’s mouth. His lips detached from her nipple, “‘m close,” he whined as his hips started bucking up into Jisung. 

     “Go ahead sunshine, been good this morning,” Y/n said as she watched him cum in the rapper’s mouth moments later. 

     Y/n held the boy down till the blond finished. Pulling him up and watching as he swallowed the loud while Felix caught his breath.  

     “Good boy, baby.” Y/n cooed at him as he moved between her legs, “Go ahead.”

     Jisung excitedly pulled her bottoms and undergarments down while Y/n stripped her shirt off. Jisung put her legs over his shoulders before diving in with the same vigor he had sucked Felix off. 

     Y/n moaned softly as she kissed the top of Felix’s head. The blond reattached himself to her nipple and started lapping at the bud again. Bringing one of his hands up to hold her other boob. Y/n grabbed both their heads and held them closer to her. Jisung looked up at her as his tongue fucked in and out of her, hands gripping her thighs and keeping them pressed against his head. Grinding his hips into their mattress. 

     Y/n focused her vision on the rapper between her legs. Pushing his back and holding the roots as his tongue rolled over her clit. Y/n moaned as she gripped both of them tighter.

     “Mommy feel good?” Jisung asked 

     “Yes, baby. Making mommy feel good.” Y/n moaned as Felix switched nipples.

     Jisung moaned against her clit at the praise. Rolling her hips against him as his tongue dipped into her again. Her grip on his hair and the rolling of her made him grind harder into the mattress. Feeling her cum on his tongue sent him over the edge. Coming in his boxers just as Felix had as he cleaned her out. Y/n pulled him away from her and took her legs off his shoulders. Pulling him up to her and Felix by his hair, a moan fell from his lips as she did.

    Felix pulled back from her boobs and looked up at Y/n. “Wanna get out of your close for mommy?” She suggested to the two idols.

     Both quickly got rid of their pajamas and Y/n didn’t miss the dark spot on Jisungs boxers either. “Baby, did you cum without permission.” She was surprised, that was a usual thing with Jisung. Deepening on the day could just be a bratty behavior, sometimes he got too lost in the moment and came.

     “Couldn’t hold it. You tasted so good,” Jisung answered.

     “Lay down baby,” Y/n instructed after he had discarded the fabric.

     Jisung bit back a smile as he lay on his back, “Wanna taste you, mummy,” Felix complained.

     “Mhm, Ji hasn’t had any kisses this morning. I’m sure there’s some of me left on his tongue and lips.” Y/n smiled

     Felix leaned down and pressed his lips onto Jisungs. She was right, he could taste the remnants of her on his lips. Y/n got off the bed momentarily and grabbed a few things before getting on top of Jisung, Pulling Felix in front of her so they were both on top of him.

     Y/n sat up and stroked the brunette's dick a few times, listening to his muffled moans before she slipped him inside her. Sinking onto him fully before she started bouncing slowly on him, leaning over Felix just a bit and sneaking an arm between the two boys. 

     Both boys moaned into their kiss before Felix pulled away. Y/n sat back and pulled the boy to her chest. Kissing his shoulder and up to his neck, her hands coming up his chest and played with his nipples, pinching them between her fingers as she went between grinding and bouncing on Jisung under them.

     “Wanna cum Mommy,” Jisung whined below, his hands gripping Felix’s thigh to try and ground himself. 

     “Hmm, think he should get to cum, sunshine?” Y/n asked, biting the boy's earlobe

     “Yes,” Felix squeaked 

     Y/n giggled at his reaction as she moved a hand down to wrap around his neglected cock. “Go ahead, baby. Fill mommy up.”

     Y/n voluntarily clenched her walls around him as she moved up and down till she felt him twitch and spill inside her. Y/n smiled as she laid her head on Felix’s shoulder and pumped him. Hand gripping him tight, making him tilt his head back and grab her wrists. 

     Slowly she rolled her hips against the two of them as she jerked off Felix. Both moaning for different reasons. Y/n picked up her pace with Felix and the precum from his tip dripped onto Jisung’s stomach. Y/n kissed the blond’s back as he rocked against both his partners. 

     Jisung gripped his thighs harder as Y/n squeezed his sensitive cock. Barely recognizing his boyfriend cumming till the sounds of his broken moans hit his ears. Focusing on Y/n pumping him as white shot onto Jisung's stomach and chest. 

     Y/n barely gave him a second to fully calm down before she was grabbing something from the empty space of the bed. Watching as she slipped a silicone cock ring onto him and turned on the vibration. Felix arched away from her before she wrapped one of her hands around his pretty throat, Jisung moaned at the scene above him. 

     “‘S too much,” Felix whined

     “You’re okay sunshine.” Y/n gently laid Felix on his back next to Jisung before she got off Jisung’s dick. Slipping an identical ring on his cock and turning it on.

     Y/n sat herself on Felix’s lap, using Jisungs cum as lube to slide him inside her. Sinking onto him and moaning a bit from the vibrations on her clie before pulling Jisung up. The brunette whined just for her to grab onto his neck and make him look up at her, his mouth hung open slightly. 

     Y/n leaned down and dropped some spit into his mouth. Jisung moaned— more from the toy— as she angled his head down. His lips latched onto her nipple just like Felix had earlier. Y/n smiled at his eagerness as she rocked against Felix, her hand wrapping around Jisung’s cock, and slowly pumped him while the toy did more work. 

     “Wanna cum, mummy. Please!” Felix begged as he fisted the sheets. 

     “Go on sunshine.” Y/n saw a bit of drool leaking from the side of his mouth. 

     Jisung moaned against her nipple as she jerked him off. Barely being able to feel Felix shaking next to him as another orgasm wrecked him. Y/n kept riding his dick as the toy stimulated her clit. Jisung twitched in her hand. 

     Y/n gave him a couple more thrusts before he pulled off her boob and looked up, “Please Mommy.” Voice broken with pleasure 

     “Wanna cum again?” She teased as she squeezed around his tip

     “Yes! Please!” He begged, tongue lolling out to lick her nipple

     “Of course, baby.” Y/n turned him to face Felix, pointing his cock at his torso

     Jisung was cumming on him and her hand the next second. Y/n let him finish before laying him back down next to Felix. Getting off the latters dick and turning off his ring to give him a momentary break. She kept Jisung’s on as she cleaned the cum from his dick and both their torsos with her fingers. Running it over her chest as Felix slowly sat up, begging to lick the combination off. 

     Y/n let him latch onto her nipple again while Jisung tried sitting up to get to the other nipple. Y/n watched him struggle just to cum again before she took pity and turned the ring off. Pulling him back to her chest. Both boys cleaned their cum from her chest. 

     Y/n pulled them off once they had finished and smiled at both of them. Kissing both their lips.

     “Gonna give your pretty cocks a break. Mommy’s gonna play with you’re asses for a while, okay?”

     Both boys eagerly laid back and took their positions. Y/n giggled at their fucked out eagerness. Both were covered in a light layer of sweat as some cum. It was their favorite part of their days off.

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It’s genuinely insane how possessive I get when I’m in love with someone.

I’ll be scrolling through this app, liking and reblogging my friends’ posts, commenting horny shit when I feel like it. And that’s when I see it.

Someone’s decided to talk to my beloved. And oh look, my goddess has responded. how. nice.

It is so nice that you’ve opened up. No. Really. I love that you’re getting to know other people. And who wouldn’t want to get to know you? After all, I need to be leashed and muzzled to keep myself from spreading your legs and devouring you every chance I get. So I certainly see the appeal.

But still, I think it might be best, love, if when you talk to these other pups, they know you already have a perfect pet. So please, my love, just relax, I promise the marks and bruises and bite marks will feel so good, and will help you sink into a world of bliss as I press your body across the table and breed you. I’m so. so sorry mommy, I can’t help it. I need people to know I’m yours. I need to put a baby in you so that you’re all mine and besides… you just feel so good.

I’m sorry, mommy. I know I’m such a needy pup, but I can’t help it. Let me put a baby in you - I can tell how much you like it. Let me claw at your back and bite your neck and moan into you like the dumb dog in heat that I am. And when I’m close, let me claw at your hips and push myself deep enough inside you that we’re sure it’s worked.

So everyone knows that you’re mine I’m yours

Currently is has to be Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood, or Bring me to life by Evanescene.

If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

© SHYPEN.

　　 . 　 ⠀⁺｡⠀⠀⠀ 𝓅layer 069⠀ ⠀ï๑ ⠀⠀ 𝒮JY

𝓈ynopsis . sim jaeyun and you. a guard and a player? that might not entirely be impossible. he won’t admit to anyone but you that he spared you during the games. he sneaks out in the middle of the night to disguise himself as a player, just. for. you. ✧‎ ‎ ㅤ𝑔enre . squid game au , smut 3k

𝒸ontains . bl00d, mentions of killing, mentions of bodies, unprotected (wrap ur willy,) riding, oral (f & m rec ,) jake switches from meanie to sweetheart multiple times ++ MINORS DNI

𝓅airings . guard!jake x player!reader . a.n :: 1k special! thank u guys so much <33 (yes this is the bathroom scene in more detail…. but no smoking mb) i planned this fic back in 2021 when it first released, but i wasnt writing at the time! this also serves as a birthday gift for @ikeuverse (HAPPY BIRTHDAY)

read :: this isn’t real, simply fiction.

“are they gonna find us?”

“pfft, not a chance.”

his veined hand drags you to the bathroom, the hushed sounds of snoring filling the spacious room, climbing the bunk beds make you sick. using his free hand, jake reaches into his pocket, grabbing his square mask for the scanner. after a few beeps, a tiny ding sound blurts out from the speaker, door automatically opening as jake clutches your wrist tighter to pull you in with him.

the stillness was unsettling; you’ve never heard the room this quiet before. you’re not used to it. possibly ‘cause it’s 3 am. jake tugs on your wrist, pulling you into the stall as he shuts the door behind you both. “finally,” jake sighs, his grasp on your wrist still lingering. “ja-” he yanks your arm, pinning you to the stall door, interrupting your sentence. you’re so close, your hot breaths mixing together. “you know,” jake starts, eyes travelling to your lips. “i’ve been dying to get alone with you.”

ever since he spotted you amongst the crowd, ever since he spared you in dalgona, ever since you caught him in the middle of the night with his mask off placing a body in a casket, he knew he had to get his hands on you somehow. which is why he snuck off; killing off the player you saw jake hide in the casket to snatch his uniform. it so happens that player 069 has his size.

you can’t lie, seeing his sleeves rolled up, the limited lighting highlighting the veins on his arm that day, blood splattered on his face as he gently fits the body in.. it turned you on. you immediately recognised him, the guard that spared you, of course you couldn’t forget. you two made eye contact, and your heart lept, immediately covering yourself with your sheets.

that night, you masturbated. and jake watched it all. all on the cameras. jerked off as you were doing it as well, leaning back on his chair as he does so.

the sexual tension between you two was so blatantly obvious, he’s so grateful that he thought of this plan.

jake presses your back against the door, tilting his head before diving in for a deep kiss, using your gasp to slip his tongue into your mouth, the sudden intrusion travelling down to your core. “you know,” he speaks between kisses, “i watched you on the cams that day.”

oh? an accent?

“wh-wha-” jake shuts you up with another kiss, practically devouring your lips. “masturbated after you saw me, yeah?” he grins, pulling away but still close enough for you two to touch noses. you turn your head to the side, an embarrassing blush covering your cheeks. jake clicks his tongue, “look at me baby,” he speaks as his hand grabs your chin, turning your head back to face him. “don’t be embarrassed, sweets,” he reassures, his other hand slyly travelling to your waist.

“i did too,” he doesn’t stutter, the sudden confession catching you off guard. “cat got your tongue? what, hm? like the thought of me stroking, teasing myself to you? nasty slut,” he snarls, leaning forward to taste more of your supple lips. his tongue roams your mouth, seeking for your flavour on his taste buds. “knew you’d taste amazing, baby,” he breathes, lifting your head up so he has a better angle, dipping his head down to lay hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

his hand holding your waist pulls you as he walks backward, the back of his knees eventually hitting the toilet, prompting him to sit on the closed lid, pulling you down with him. you land on his hard bulge, and jake immediately pulls away, sucking in a sharp breath. “d-don’t move..” he barely manages to choke out. you shake your head, getting off his lap and on your knees on the floor, tugging on the waistband of his pants. “need some help, pretty boy?”

“pre-” he tries to repeat what you just said for comprehension, but gets cut off by his own whine when you caress his clothed hardness. you take it as a green light, jake helping you take off his pants by placing his hands on the lid, lifting himself up just enough so you can pull them off.

his pants pool around his feet, cock springing out and hitting his lower abdomen. his tip’s a pretty pink, his veins perfectly decorating his shaft. not to mention, he’s big, perfectly lengthed as well. you feel drool generating in your mouth, gulping it down nervously. “nothing to say now?” he scoffs, “you just called me pretty a minute ago.” he watches the way you’re oogling at him, watching your eyes unable to pull away.

that’s until you’re snapped out of your trance, your hands now grabbing the base of his cock. your tongue lolls out, licking a long stripe up his length as you maintain eye contact, a groan escaping jakes mouth. one of your hands stay on his base, the other traveling down to play with his balls, a gasp falling from him. “d-don’t tease..” he almost pleads, eyebrows furrowed as he lays his head on the wall behind him.

you nod, a smile creeping on your face. you gather some saliva in your mouth before spitting, rubbing it on his cock before your lips envelope his tip, swirling your tongue around his slit and tasting his salty precum before moving down. his pants turn heavy and repetitive the more you slowly work down his cock, his impatient nature eventually getting the best of him as he grabs your hair, pushing your head down on him.

you gag, breathing through your nose as you try to adjust to the abrupt change. “i told you not to tease, slut,” he spits, contrasting his tone with gentle pats on your head, allowing you to get used to his size. he’s not a monster.

gradually, you begin to bob your head, grunts unconsciously spilling from jake. your knees rub against the hard marble floor, uncomfortable yes, but not anything you can’t handle. you slide down his shaft til his tip hits the back of your throat, jerking off whatever you can’t fit inside your mouth. your begin to hollow your cheeks as your head moves, bobbing up and down.

his grasp on your hair tightens, tugging on your strands lightly. “k-keep going,” he mutters, his chest rising and falling. you nod on him, kitty-licking the area between his tip and his dick, looking up at him through your eyelashes to watch as his mouth gapes open. the sight is hot, the way he sexily furrows his brows immediately soaks you.

with his eyes shut, his hand tucks your stubborn strands behind your ear, other hand creating a makeshift ponytail. he whines, savouring the feeling of your lips on his dick. your tongue applies pressure to seemingly random areas, until you “accidentally” locate his prominent vein, a moan falling from his mouth. it doesn’t take you long to find your rhythm, hands and mouth working in tandem.

your hands lightly squeeze around him as your mouth provides the perfect amount of tightness, causing jake’s head to spin. you hum around him, not thinking anything of it but jake feels the vibration, a jolt of pleasure shooting through him as he lets out a strangled grunt. “mouth feels s’ good,” he praises, tugging on your hair in satisfaction.

despite the tears welling up and stilling on your waterline, you only attempt to fit him in further, causing you to choke around him. a string of whimpers leaves jakes lips, his hips bucking slightly. the sounds of panting and occasionally your gagging fill the stall, jake turning groggy the more he hears you choke around him. you stare up at him again, spectating as his jaw clenches and his eyes squeeze shut.

without warning, he shoots his seed down your throat, and he watches as you swallow it all, the hot sight just turning him on even more. with a couple more pumps, you lift your head up, kissing his tip before fully letting go of him.

he notices the way you rub your thighs together, and a smirk tugs on his lips as a light bulb lights in his head. “get on,” he demands, getting back on his feet. “what’re you doing..” you reply. despite your suspicions, you stand up from the floor, relieved that your knees finally get a break. “helping you,” he grins, grabbing your waist, gradually snaking his hand down til he reaches your pants, seeping his thumb inside the hem of both ur slacks and your panties.

he turns you both around, prompting you to sit on the lid before taking off both your laced panties and your pants. “spread your legs for me, baby,” he guides, warm hands travelling to your inner thighs as you mindlessly listen to the melodic sound of his voice. the corners of his lips curl up into a smirk, the sight of your pink, soaked pussy in display for him getting him hard again.

“i havent even touched you and you’re already this wet..” he snickers, your senses are heightened once his plump lips attach to your clit, dragging out a pathetic whimper from you. his smell–oh, his smell. placing the scent of sex aside, his cologne is aromatic, simply ambrosial with a hint of musk. it drives you insane. his aroma lingers in the air as he starts to harshly suck your clit.

a yelp slips from your throat as you cling onto toilet lid you’re sitting on, jake having to push your thighs apart in order for you to not squeeze his head. “relax, baby..” he caresses your thighs with his thumb, attempting to soothe and reassure you. he begins to kiss, make out with your clit as your breaths start to shudder.

“m–mfh..” jake softly sighs against your button, shooting sensations of pleasure down your spine. he glances at your hands, what used to be warm, delicate fingers are now gripping onto the lid, the more he sinks his tongue deeper inside of you the more white your knuckles become. he smiles against you, licking your nub and sucking, your body slightly jerking to his subtle teasing.

“i haven’t even done anything yet,” he lowly chuckles, placing a kiss to your clit before trailing his wet kisses down, lightly grazing your slit. he licks up til he reaches your button again, the overwhelming contact but still not getting what you want is clouding up your mind in an irksome way, brows furrowing.

“j-jake.. p-please–” you plead, jake noticing your breathing hitching in desperation. he scoffs, feeling his hot breath fan your bare pussy. he smiles before forcing his tongue in you, lapping up your juices as you squirm. his name escapes your mouth, eyes squeezed shut as he devours you, tilting his head to reach deeper in you. “is this okay?” he smiles against you. when you glance at the man in between your legs, you spot him looking back at you with hooded eyes, you have to bite your lip to suppress a moan.

you hurriedly nod your head as a response, looking away partially because you think if you stare for longer you’ll cum already. almost immediately, he dives his wet muscle back in the warm walls of your cunt. “taste s’ sweet,” he slurs his words, gradually becoming lost in your vanilla scent and flavour. “you’re so wet f’ me baby,” he points out, pulling away from you. “i bet if i just..”

a lewd mewl leaves your lips, a sound you never even knew you could make, but it left your mouth. “feel that?” jake smirks, watching your hole flutter around his plunged-in fingers. “slides right in,” he teases. “you’re so reactive, baby,” he coos, beginning to build a steady rhythm with his fingers. “j-jake..” you choke out, unconsciously rolling your hips to push his fingers in deeper.

you mumble, head fuzzy as you stumble on your words, yet jake can hear a pleading tone from you. “what was that, baby?” he calmly asks, accelerating his pace to see you a moaning mess on his fingers. “yr’ m-mouth..” you barely manage to breathe. “hm? baby wan’ my mouth, yeah?” he smiles in amusement. “hold my hair,” his accent slips out, more noticeable in the sentence as you rapidly nod, your fingers weaving through the strands of his lush hair.

almost instantly, he dives back into your warmth, pushing his tongue into you forcefully as his eyes close in immersion. you whine, his supple lips syncing up with the speed of his fingers. “love this pussy,” he blabs, pistoning his fingers so deep into you that you feel his cold ring. your cries urge him on, tongue exploring you as his tastebuds taste your addictive flavour.

you squeal as his fingers curl into your g-spot, thighs beginning to shake underneath him. “found it,” he snickers, feeling your hole pulsate around his wet muscle. “j-jake.. r-right there!” you stammer out, feeling him sticking his tongue deeper inside of you as he realizes you’re close. he can feel his dick hardening the more he hears you moan all because of him, only spurring him on. “wanna cum, baby? gush all over my tongue?” he teases, gasps leaving your lips as you hurriedly nod.

the knot in your gut finally snaps, a sense of euphoria washing over you as you whine, squeezing your grip on his hair. he hesitates before pulling away from your sweet cunt, a sigh spilling from him. “j-jake..” you mutter, panting. you two lock eyes, raising his brows briefly to signify that he’s listening. you gulp down, hesitant to ask but you have limited time.

the words slip from your mouth, an amused smile tugging at jake’s lips once it leaves your lips. 4 words, “can i ride you?” in a vulnerable voice gets jake’s dick twitching in his pants. in a heartbeat, gets back on his feet. it’s a blur, but all you know is that now he’s sitting on the closed lid, pulling you on his lap. you hover above his cock, jake’s veined hands gripping your waist as he helps you sink down.

a gasp falls from your lips, feeling the stretch already when his tip prods your entrance. your mouth creates an ‘O’ shape, tears fogging up your vision as his cock stretches you out despite the prior prepping. jake gazes at the spot where your bodies are connecting, biting his lip. “see my dick disappearing in you, slut? sucking me in so well,” he grins, holding back a low groan. inch by inch you shut your eyes tighter, you look down, only to see that you’re merely taking in half of him.

after seemingly more agonizing seconds, you bottom out on him, feeling your velvet walls flutter around him, a stream of small but audible whimpers leaving your mouth. jake taps your waist in reassurance, giving you time to adjust to the stretch. surely enough, after a couple more seconds, the pain quickly transitions to pleasure, jake noticing the way your bottom lip trembles from the feeling.

gradually, you begin to grind on him, lewd cries leaving both of your lips. jake guides your hips forward, sucking in a sharp breath, feeling how tight your gummy walls are around him. you grab onto his shoulders, steadying yourself, attempting to build an organized rhythm but the sheer size of him stops you from doing so. “j-jake,” you choke out, “s’ big..”

jake pats your back gently, other hand tapping your hip. “hm? jakey too big for you?” he chuckles lowly, “you can stop if you want.”

“no,” you mutter almost immediately, tucking your bottom lip under your teeth. “knew you were a slut for my cock, yeah?” he laughs, rubbing your hip in a circular motion before moving down to your thighs, squeezing them before lightly caressing. “cm’ere,” he smiles, his hand traveling from your back to your waist, pulling you in and devouring you, your juices still on his plump lips, forcing you to taste yourself. “see how tasty you are, baby?” he breathes between deep kisses, eyes closed as he sneaks his tongue into your mouth.

both of your remaining senses heighten from both of your eyes closing, jake relishing the way you’re practically bouncing on his cock. “l-love this cunt,” he pants, abruptly bucking his hips up, catching you off guard, a yelp leaving your lips. you both pull away, jake throwing his head back as you claw at his shoulders desperately. you feel so full, and jake notices. it’s obvious, the way your lips turn red from the constant biting, the way your eyes squeeze together, the way your bottom lip shakes. jake groans into your ear, eyebrows furrowing together in pleasure.

you feel his dick throbbing inside you, feeling every one of his veins each rock of your hips. jakes jaw drops, staying like that as you feel his cock twitching inside of you. “baby,” he huffs breathlessly, “im–” he pauses, breath getting caught in his throat. “im close..” he murmurs, staring up at you. “y-you should get off..” he expresses his concerns, rubbing your thighs gently. “jake.. p-please..” you plead, squeezing his shoulders, “cum inside me.”

he can’t refuse that.

he releases his hot, sticky load into your pretty, now clenching hole, the ecstasy overwhelming his system. almost immediately after, you cream his cock, cum running down your thighs. the sounds of heavy panting and huffing lingers in the air, leaning closer to jake and laying your head on his shoulder as he pats your back gently.

“we should head back.. i’ll tell you what the next game is on the way there, okay?”

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fem!reader studies Neuviotter! | Fluff 🧸 with Otter Neuvillette… 🔞with Human Neuvillette.

Summary: You're a Sumeru's researcher obsessed with Fontaine otters. So you basically adopt one... unfortunately it looks like that isn't an otter at all...

Warning: 🔞 MDNI. ALL SMUT IS WITH HUMAN NEUVILLETTE! Somnophilia, oral (fem! Receiving), p i v. Unprotected sex.

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The prestige of your research precedes you. A diligent student with a flamboyant gait, brilliant ideals and precise knowledge. You arrive at Fontaine from the Sumeru Academy with a precedent never seen before, with your lively, attentive eyes and your notebooks covered in leather the same color as your eyes.

Word spreads immediately that the wise y/n, scholar of the Academia, has come to Fontaine to study a creature that has captured your attention to leave the green land for that of the primordial sea. Could it be that you want to study a mythical creature that lives in underwater caves? Or perhaps a glorious bird has captured your thirst for knowledge?

How surprised your guides were when you shouted with excitement, unable to contain your joy like a little girl, when you spotted a little otter poking its head out of the crystal clear water. You jumped up and down, unable to contain your happiness, exclaiming how amazed you were to see one so close.

Alone, you photograph the otter and go so far as to dive underwater with it, surprised more by how clever it is than by your new curious ability to breathe underwater. What a joy it is to find a group of creatures frolicking with a clam in their midst, spinning in the water and turning to look at you. You may have been down there for an hour.

Back on the surface, sitting on a rock with your feet in the water, you jot down the details in your notebook, tracing with the vague lines of a sketch the elusive shape of the little animals. Concentrating on your task, on defining the details of its snout, you notice on the other bank an otter, different from the others, grooming its head with its small hands.

You watch it carefully, the creature seems a little larger than the others, slender and almost like a gentleman...

"A gentleman otter," you whisper, enraptured by the delicate and magnificent figure grooming itself in front of you. 

The otter makes sounds as he wipes his own face, lying on the surface of the water, carving his features and nose, while his two gnawing teeth peek through his pearly fur. Its small hands wash its own belly, almost ironing its fur as if it were the robe of a great lord. Deeply adorable. You hastily sketch the picture in front of you, not missing a tender detail of the cuddly toy floating carefree on the calm current.

The otter watches you with a lost look, black eyes that seem not to contain a single thought. The bliss of the ignorant. And you wave at him from your rock with a smile.

The otter swims toward you, and when he's within striking distance, he watches you, as if studying you. 

"How smart you look," you say, clutching your notebook to your chest, "and very adorable. Look at you," you show him the drawing.

The otter stares at the paper with a certain analysis, but his unmistakable expression doesn't change. Then he seems to comb an invisible curl out of his furry head and approves your sketch with a formal nod.

"What a gentleman," you squeal, climbing down from your rock and returning to get your things. The otter emerges from the water, shaking his body to dry himself from the water, though he remains fluffy.

"I thought you were waterproof," you laugh at the sight of the expressionless furball, seemingly oblivious to his adorable embarrassment, "you're different, aren't you?" you approach him with a rag, trying to dry him.

You pull him onto your lap, paws up and his belly exposed as you dry his chest with your cloth, as if he were a baby. Then you wipe his little hands and then his paws. His face is now dry. The otter played with your bracelets, making funny noises and showing his little pearly teeth.

"Do you like it?" you ask, putting it down. The Otter nods enthusiastically. "It would look very cute on you," you add, taking off one of your bracelets and placing it around his neck.

The elastic of the bracelet is lost in his white fur, and the pendant stands out as if it were the clasp of a breastplate. 

"You're missing a hat, and you could pass for another Fontaine gentleman," you exclaim, pleased with the result, as the otter poses like an elegant gentleman, his small chest puffed out, almost proud of how adorable he looks.

"It's getting dark, I should get back now. See you another day, Mr. Otter," you say, slinging your bag over your shoulder and waving your hand.

The otter hurries to follow in your footsteps, prancing subtly near you, his wet nose brushing against your ankle.

"You want to come with me, huh?" you kneel before him, and he touches your nose with his paw. "Fine, fine. We'll have a sleepover."

The place you're staying in is small but cozy, and it gets even cozier when you turn on the heat and put food on the table. The otter sits in a chair across from you, on a mountain of books, and tastes several of the snacks you've served him, though you see him going crazy over some consomme purete and the big glass of pure spring water you've served him.

"You like that, I noticed," you say.

"Burp," the otter replies with a burp that he seems to regret immediately.

"You have more manners than many people," you tell him, wiping his whiskers with a napkin.

"Okay, I'll brush your teeth and then off to bed," you say happily, with the idea of reading to the little animal before bedtime.

You sit him on your sink in front of the mirror, lift his jaw and brush his teeth with your toothbrush and toothpaste, first one side and then the other, make him drink some water and then spit it out, although he swallows it.

"Not your thing to waste water, apparently."

The otter nods.

Then you brush his head, chest, back, and tail, letting him groom himself, and when you try to remove the pin, he hides it in his small hands.

"Okay, okay... I'll leave it to you," you smile.

And then you lie in bed with him in your arms, illuminated by the dim light of your lamp, holding a book with an adventure story in it. You read aloud to him, stopping when you hear him whistling and snoring. 

"Good night, Gentleman Otter," you kiss him on the forehead before turning off the light and going to sleep. ....

You're not one to dream, not at all, but ever since you came to Fontaine, you couldn't help but have these nightly fantasies about Iudex Neuvillette. That stoic and serious man, how good his face would look contorted with pleasure as you sucked his cock.

You had dreamed of a similar situation many times, you had dreamed of him against you as he pinned your frail figure against his desk and thrust into you, biting your lower lip. You had had your first fantasy after a trial, thinking how manly he would look behind you, his cock buried in your ass....

All those dreams had been vivid fantasies, and tonight's took the prize.

You lay on your bed, him biting your neck as he rests behind you, his hands playing with your breasts at his whim, his tongue sliding over your skin, enjoying the nectar of your pure complexion, his cock swollen against your clothed ass.

"Mmmmhhhh, Monsieur~" you moan, writhing in his grip.

The wonderful thing about these dreams is that you don't know how you get into these situations, but you know how to enjoy them. Because from one moment to the next, the oh so taciturn Iudex Neuvillette has his face buried between your legs, tasting your folds and your clit with his trained tongue.

"Right there~" you moan, arching your back as you feel the desire well up from his mouth, his tongue drawing lustful strokes across your sex, his deep sighs stoking the fires of your passion.

His hands wrap around your legs, and for a moment you swear it's real, the way his nails dig into your skin, leaving reddened marks in their wake, and his thumbs sink into your thighs, anchored to you with no intention of letting go.

Then you feel him thrust into you, opening your silken walls in his wake, his thick cock making its way to your center, molding your walls to his erect, large form. You feel him rub against you as your insides embrace him with little restraint.

You hear him moan and feel your legs rise up over his shoulders, his cool hands at your ankles pressing down on you, thrusting slowly but deliciously, almost as if you were made for him. 

"Monsieur Neuvillette~" you moan, clutching the pillows, your hips bucking at the growing warmth in your belly, your hands seeking your own pleasure.

"Warmer than I thought," he whispers, "

it is almost like n your dreams... though this time it feels so real...

You look at him for the first time, his face sweaty, his cheeks flushed as his locks of white hair fall down your legs. His strong arms hugging you, his pecs rising and falling, holding breath... lower down, his chiseled abdomen twitching as his cock buries itself relentlessly inside you.

The sound of his balls against your skin blows your mind and makes you realize that it's not a dream, that Iudex Neuvillette is really fucking you (and very well, much better than you expected).

"Monsieur..." you try to sit up, but he has touched your cervix with his cock, and you do nothing but collapse under him, filled with the pleasure of his gentle thrusts.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks you reverently, in a tone of sublime courtesy and lofty superiority, as if he were not mercilessly fucking you at his whim while you sleep.

"Don't stop," you whimper between words, not wanting to waste the opportunity you've been dreaming of since the first time you saw him, "damn it," you exclaim at the wave of heat surging through your chest and legs as you hear him chuckle under his breath, quite pleased with what he's managing to make of your body.

The orgasm hits you warm and rough, just as Neuvillette did with his cock, careful not to leave his seed inside of you. And your breath comes back as you feel him caress your back as if to reward you.

You feel his lips on your forehead, and the way his arms hold you beside him as your eyelids droop at the inevitable.

"How did you get here?" you babble, half asleep, caressing his chest as he draws soft circles on your arm. 

"You invited me," he whispers as he brings your hand to his neck where your bracelet encircles his skin and the charm falls to his chest.

"You'll explain it properly tomorrow," you murmur between confused shuffles...

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