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The other day I was ill with a temp and daddy fucked me awake and it was a crazy mix of blurriness, adrenaline and emotions it was crazy
You’re getting choked, smacked, spit on, and used until you pass out. Then I’m going to keep going, your limp little unconscious body jarring forward with each deep brutal thrust. Smacked back awake sore, filthy, and bruised, with no memory of the sick depraved things I did to your helpless body.
I just woke up and already came to the thought of having big cock in my innocent pussy while daddy breeds me 🥺
Ma’am I love him! So much!
This just feels very HIM, like fuck yeah he’s tired, you know that- he knows that. But let him make you feel good. He just wants to feel like he’s contributing to your happiness. Even by waking you up at the ass crack of dawn to get dicked back to sleep.
Consensual somnophilia is also up there for me w/ Aizawa- where he just gently rolls you onto your back, sloppily kisses up your thighs in a half assed attempt to wake you before he’s spreading you open and putting those same sloppy kisses against your clit 😌😌
shota a c t u a l l y sleeps so much because he needs to recharge from blowing your back out every night. he is NOT the only hero on patrol 🙄 i know there are nocturnal quirks and everything, sir. that man would give you the kind of attention that heats your body and makes you cover your face from a single look. when he engages with you it’s like you are The Only Thing That Exists. his hands slowly roam your body while he talks, rubbing your arm, slipping down to your lower back (he is going for your ass). furthermore, that voice tho???? i am wet. and he can tell, too! how could the ever observant aizawa NOT help you feel safe in his bed embrace.
This… this… y o u… I am literally levitating? Stepping on the beach???
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No, because uh… thinking about Aizawa who knows he doesn’t have/make enough time for you… balancing both his job as a teacher AND his night shifts as a hero… how could he, right?
It’s something he appreciates about you; that you already know, and that you don’t bother him about; already aware of, from other aspects of your shared life with him, just how much he cares about you regardless of his schedule…
But Aizawa who still tries to make up for the lack of his presence in your life by waking you up every night when he gets home at 3, 4am just so he can fuck you back to sleep…
He’s so… all-consuming, just as you mention… observant, dedicated… so how could he not provide you with as much as he is capable of at the end of each day, by making sure you know how he feels about you in more than just half-assed ways, also?
Yes, his hands slowly roam, the pressure of them heavy and warm. Yes, he focuses solely on you, his eyes dark and heavy, sleep at their edges…
And… YES, he fucks like that, too. Creeping into the warmth of your sheets and giving you stubbly kisses until you wake… the moment your eyes open and you smile that pretty, sleepy smile at him, he’s making his move to mount you and fuck you like the sorry dog he really is.
Sometimes sitting on your legs, other times in doggy, calloused hands drag your ass up right where he wants it before pressing your face into your pillow; holding you in place all so he can remind you (and himself) that you do have a boyfriend, and that you do have someone who loves you.
Every night, Aizawa plays this game. No matter how tired or how beaten down he is, he has to feel like he’s at least providing something… and sometimes, pounding you into your mattress, whispering in your ear all velvet and soft, and then curling around you after to keep your naked body safe and warm… is like enough for him.
He tries.
KINKTOBER SPECIAL
muñeca
𓈈 Once upon a night, a neighbor decides to play with his doll.
PAIRING : Yandere Neighbour Magician!Jimin X fem!reader
GENRE : smut, magician au, neighbor au
WARNINGS : mentions of black magic, calling reader doll, fingering, cumming, breast kink, flicking, nipple kink, voyeurism, somnophilia, reader under control
Taglist ꒱ @babyboo22 @theblueslytherin @yansob @apriljoon @xxxbangtanbabexxx @favfanfictsbts @seokjins-luigi @iffyleafy @effielumiere @getoutofthere @luvv2jade @bri-mal @xicanacorpse @emperatris-rinaka @strawberryjimin13 @eddiegirl-86 @jungkookminthairwhen @tornparts
Jimin looked at his window everynight, your figure taking in every sliver of moonlight that seeped through the binds of your room. You slept everyday like this, like an angel, not worried about anything in the world. It's so beautiful to see you like this.
His apartment was neither too close nor too far to yours, it was just perfect. Perfect for him to be able to see you clearly.
But he needed to not just see you, he wanted to do more. As a master of black magic, he took his skill to finally provide him the real thing, the ability to do anything to you.
Using his powers of magic, he had created a pretty little stuffed toy like the ones toddlers love to play with, there was a toddler in Jimin too except it wasn't innocent as his most precious doll was you.
He ran his fingers grazing the surface of the toy's hand and then looked at you to see you adjusting your hand from the ticking feeling.
He smirked when he got an idea. He lit up a matchstick and waved it at a distance from the toy, not too close for it to burn. Therefore even if the night was cool with the fan rotating in your room with full speed, you suddenly started to perspire due to immense heat.
In half asleep state you opened your shirt and pajamas and you slept in bra and panty. His mouth filled with water as he tried to drink in the image of your body, you were wearing a feather like soft bra and panty so he decided to keep up with his activity.
You started sweating so much that your bra became wet and almost transparent.
Because the heat was becoming unbearable, you got irritated and woke up to drink cold water, while you gulped in, few water droplets fell in your cleavage turning him on even more now.
When you decided to go back to sleep and somehow keep up with the heat, jimin blew out the matchstick, it was sixth matchstick in a row. He immediately switched on the aircon in his room and you suddenly felt a wave of chilly air hit your skin. At the sudden cold sensation your nipples grew hard and he bit his lips at the sight.
But soon you took a blanket and he felt disappointed. He was getting a boner and you had to do this? No- he has a better idea.
He switched off the AC and pressed the lower middle part of the toy.
Suddenly you felt a pain in your pussy. You brought your hand to ease out the pain but it wasn't helping at all. You opened your panty in frustration and he rejoiced immensely at his victory, finally being able to look at your pussy.
He then quickly kept the doll on his bed and quickly said a spell, a spell to control your movements. So when he turned the doll in a perpendicular manner, you felt like shifting perpendicularly as well, keeping your legs in front of the window.
Then he took the legs of the doll and spread them wide open.
You did the same while your eyes were still closed.
He made circles with the hand of the toy in its main part while you brought your fingers down there and starting circling them, everything wide open for jimin to see.
He moaned as he was feeling himself while he saw you enjoying yourself as well, his eyes were fixed on your vagina while his hands constantly kept on working on his dick. He whimpered as he saw juices leaking out of your vagina while he was starting to cum as well.
Your breathing became faster and as your breasts were springing up and down. He wrapped a paper around the doll's chest area and then he brought up its hands to tear the paper off, you repeated the same actions except you did it to your bra. They were paper like thin so that was a good thing.
Then he put on another spell on the toy, the spell where what he said to the toy would be obeyed by you.
He whispered near the ears of the toy, "flick your nipples baby." And you did exactly, you flicked your right nipple once. He whispered again, "keep flicking them until I tell you to stop."
So you started flicking your own nipples one by one, the area around them became red but he didn't order you to stop, you whimpered at the pain even though you had zero idea what was going on with you.
"Now with one hand slap your breasts and with another slap your cunt." He was impressed of how hard and nicely you were doing it, his whole window glass was getting stained by his cum by enjoying the sight of you doing whatever he told you to.
"Stop baby, now pull and twist your clitoris." You did so and let out a shrill scream at the sensation, fuck! The neighbors gonna hear you. Not that he was worried of waking anyone up, he simply didn't want anyone to hear your scream except him. "Husshh down! Don't scream!!" You bit on your tongue to prevent yourself from doing it.
"Now you should sleep babygirl- oh and put on your clothes, sleep tight love." He said not wanting to mess with you anymore, not like this at least.
So when you woke up in the morning with pain in your breats and groin and saw a torn bra lying on the floor, you checked yourself and saw there was indeed no bra you were wearing when you clearly remember that you had one, the very bra lying on the floor.
To your horror, there was sticky white jelly like liquid stuck and dried up on your bedsheets towards your window, in fact there was some on the wall beneath the window as well.
Just what the fuck had happened?
Oh well, you'd be getting your answers tonight when Jimin will mess with you tonight again, except not through a toy anymore.
You were his doll afterall.
Wow how could something be so sweet and so hot at the same time 😭? Through this gorgeously crafted glimpse into their lives, you can fully feel how much love and trust runs through their relationship 😭 Thanks for yet another celestial gift, @wwilloww 😭
restless sleep | myg
PAIRING yoongi x reader
RATING explicit. 18+
GENRE smut. fluff. established relationship. sleeping beauty!au.
WC 4.5k
SUMMARY When one of you is always asleep, spending quality time together becomes easier to do in dreamworld, especially when you’re clear with Yoongi exactly what it is you’ve been fantasizing about.
WARNINGS AND TAGS explicit conversation about somnophilia and consent. consensual somnophilia. fingering. mouth fucking. grinding. dirty talk. unprotected sex within an established relationship. creampie. cum play.
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Jealous Man
TW: reader is pregnant in the beginning, smut, impregnation, somnophilia, breeding kink (?), language (on my part), jealousy (?), believe that's it
A/N: You may insert any character, reader is AFAB. I kinda like this one, idk why but I'm writing a lot of pregnancy stuff??? Oh well, read with caution and enjoy! :p
He's not a jealous man.
He prides himself on that fact, in the years he's been with you he's never felt the need for reassurance. He's never felt like he's had to compete with any man for your attention. It's not cockiness, he just knows and trusts that you love him the same way he loves you.
And this goes both ways, he's made sure to try his best so you don't feel as though you need to compete with other women. He's polite, kind even, but he has boundaries he enforces each and every time he converses with women.
He makes it clear that he is happily taken, messing with his wedding ring, keeping his phone upright, a picture of you lighting up the screen whenever he gets a notification.
Even going as far as to spray your perfume into the air and walk through the mist, as he's seen you do many times before. One spray is enough, as it sticks to his clothes and mixes with his cologne, a scent you've come to love.
He wears your hair-ties on his wrist, even the brightly colored ones, sometimes he even ties his own hair up with them, or attempts to. Most times he only gets parts of his hair to stay up, his bangs falling back into his face within a few minutes, and he spends the day huffing them away from his eyes.
Other times he manages to get all of his hair into a small ponytail and only a few strands fall out to frame his handsome face. The face you spend nights applying different products of skincare, gushing about what does what and how it'll help his skin.
He's not a jealous man.
He's really not, but something about other men shamelessly staring at you when you're both out for the day just bothers him to no extent. When those men so casually ignore his presence and saunter their way up to you, far too close mind you, just to try and get you for themselves.
Ignoring the big bright diamond on your finger, ignoring the roll of your eyes when they boast so ungraciously about themselves. Ignoring the way you wave them off, forced smiles and politeness, "no thank you"s and "my husband does that just fine, perhaps even better" falling from your lips.
Ignoring the bump in your belly.
The bump that he also prides himself on, the bump that didn't take much convincing of. You both had wanted a baby, a little bundle of joy to care and love. Within the second year of your relationship you both had known you were meant for each other, there was no doubt about it.
Even when other people doubted the strength of your relationship, saying it wouldn't survive past high school, you both had beaten the odds. Through everything you both stuck together, the good and the bad, the terrible fights where neither of you were willing to back down for days until someone brought peace offerings.
The best times were spent in the comfort of your shared home years later, where you both could unwind and be yourselves, not having to worry about anyone else but each other. Creating domesticity in the house of your dreams, memories that never faded and love that continued to grow.
Within the year you both were engaged, you had brought ideas to the table. What you wanted to do before and during the big wedding, who you wanted and didn't want to attend. Work, money, time, and contributions, everything was planned out before the big day.
You both knew what you wanted in life, you both strived for perfection and when either of you fell short of your high expectations the other was there to lift the spirits again. Your aspirations to grow and learn with each other were fulfilled within a year of your marraige.
In the second year you had surprised your husband with a box, a small simple one that held something so big and dear to the both of you. Within that box was a pregnancy test, a positive one at that, and he swore that was one of the best days of his life.
He had cared for you throughout the pregnancy, every mood swing, craving, restless night, shopping trip. He was the perfect man and you knew he'd be just as perfect as a father. He knew he'd do anything for his child, he'd be the best he could ever be, give your child exactly what they needed. He'd strive for perfection.
He wasn't a jealous man, he knew he was yours and you were his.
He wasn't a jealous man, but as soon as your doctor gave you the green light for sexual activities after the birth of your first baby something snaps. It's as if a switch flipped, he's mostly quiet during the car ride home, letting you do most of the talking and only nodding along or smiling at you.
Once you get home, he's tugging you to the bedroom like a child on Christmas. You both have the house to yourselves, your baby spending the day with grandparents, for the first time in a while. As he tugs you towards the room, you can't help but laugh as his childish manners, quickly you're cut off when you're pushed down onto the bed with him hovering over you.
He's not a jealous man, but the grip he has on your hips is possessive, angry almost. His rough thrusts have your eyes rolling back, your hands gripping the sheets of your bed, and loud moans bouncing off the walls.
His cock stretching your cunt so deliciously it makes you delirious, whines, moans, and incoherent babbles of his name fall from your puffy bruised lips. Your pussy has his dick in a death grip, tightening around him with each thrust, trying to suck him back and keep him inside forever.
He honestly had forgotten how fucking heavenly you felt, he's on cloud nine. The lewd expression on your face is almost enough to make him cum, the feeling of your pussy pulling him back in, and the sounds of skin against skin gets him even closer.
But what really gets him are two things, one being the chants of his name, a melody that only you sing so beautifully for him. Over and over you moan and whimper his name like a goddamn prayer, like he's a god.
The second is the possibility of pregnancy again. Just knowing that he can fuck you stupid, absolutely stupid, and in return you give him another baby. He can make a mess of you, have your legs trembling in a matter of hours, and you delight him with another bundle of joy.
And when the time comes, everyone will see you holding your first child and rubbing your growing stomach. They'll know, no man will ever think to make advances again, not when they see just how happy you are with your husband and children.
Not when they see that he has you stuffed full as soon as he's given the chance.
That thought alone spurs him on, it fuels the fire inside him, makes his dick twitch inside you as he makes you cum for the nth time that night. He pushes your legs up so your thighs are pressed against your tits, looking down he can see ring of your cum forming around the base of his cock.
Watching as his dick disappears into your pussy, he groans as he imagines just how beautiful you looked pregnant and how radiant you'll look again. He presses his body against yours, pinning you down against the mattress, and he ruts into you.
He grips the sheets on either side of your head, sweat drips down his temples, groans fill your ear as he buries his face into your neck. His pelvis grinds onto your overstimulated clit, his dick brushing against the sweet spot that has you creaming around him yet again.
Strings of curses fall from his lips as he spills his load inside you, filling you to the brim, shallowly thrusting into you to make sure nothing slips out. He lets your legs go, rubbing your thighs and pressing kissing along the side of your neck, cooing soft praises to you and holding you tightly against him.
And later into the night, when he feels as though your pussy looks quite empty, he raises your leg ever so gently. He wraps his arm around your midsection and toys with your clit, smiling to himself when he sees your breathing sped up.
Grinning like a child in a candy store when he feels your arousal coating his fingers, kissing along your shoulder as he slowly slips his painfully hard cock into your awaiting cunt, which only seems to have gotten tighter despite the previous hours.
Hissing quietly, he keeps toying with your clit as he slowly starts thrusting into you, your small moans coaxing him and helping him set a pace. He knows you're tired, so tired and sore, but he remains gentle, even when you stir from your slumber, whining and mumbling sleepily.
He only shushes you gently, promising that he'll do all the work, telling you to just lay there and he'll fuck you back to sleep. Of course the last thing you do is fall back asleep, you rock your hips in time with his thrusts, helping you both reach your highs.
Ecstasy courses through your veins, even in your sleepy state you're aware of him. Your mind is filled with nothing but him, him, him. You move your own hand down and hold your leg up for him, giving him a chance to angle his hips ever so slightly.
He brings you to your climax after a few more thrusts, pressing kisses to your still swollen lips, mumbling words of affirmation to you, promising to give you whatever you want. whenever you want it. His groans fill your ears once more as his hips stutter and lose their rhythm when he spills into you again, your walls getting coating white.
And imagine his delight when you come to him weeks later with another small box, a positive pregnancy test inside. A few doctor visits later, ultrasound pictures show two small sets of hands and feet. Two new siblings for your firstborn, two new additions to your family.
He's not a jealous man, but he fucks you like one.
Somnophilia
A/N: Yes, that's it. That's the title. I wrote this with one particular person in mind that I know will perhaps enjoy something like this. That particular someone is: @cherryblossomsenpai Enjoy!
TW: somnophilia (very much consensual), needy character, female reader, breeding kink (? mentions of wanting to start a family), praising, some fluff sprinkled throughout. Word count 1k. :)
It was late, a dark and cold winter night. The harsh, bitter wind bites at the apples of his cheeks, mirroring shards of glass against his soft skin. He can't see very far ahead, despite the lights littering the street, and the full moon doesn't help much, it only casts an eerie shadow on the roads behind him.
Trudging up the stairs to your shared home, he knows you'll be fast asleep, swallowed up in blankets in bed. Despite the heater being turned on he knows your feet will be freezing. He knows you'll be clutching a pillow, pretending it's him, breathing in his scent embedded in the sheets.
He knows your nose will be slightly red, the cold always gave you a runny nose. He knows that, even though it's cold, you sleep in one of his shirts, engulfed in what's his, the fabric falling just below your knees. He knows that you tried waiting up for him, even after he told you not to.
As he steps into your shared home he finds a plate on the table, his dinner. He eats with a content smile, happy that you still think of him, even when he's away for work. He knows it's hard for you some days, not having him here with you all the time, but he's grateful that you understand.
You've always been there for him, through everything he's ever needed and wanted. At first, he wasn't able to comprehend your love, you wanted to care for him, to hold and kiss him, to have him wrapped in your arms forever, as you would put it.
He was never one to be given care, he was always the giver. Dishing out love and attention for others, leaving himself rundown and exhausted. Your love was always met with confusion and a stiff body because he hadn't been shown that love in years.
He was broken in a sense, he never fully healed from the life he had before he met you. In the moments you got to know him, you always saw glimpses of the hurt little boy, fleeting from your view whenever you got too close.
He wanted to be strong for you, to protect you from the evil in the world. He wanted to make sure your spark never dimmed, that the kindness you showed to him and others around you never went away. He knew he couldn't always shield you, but he knew he could try his best. And that's exactly what he did.
He protected you from the ugliness of the world, he was strong for you, helping you in your times of need, even when you said you didn't need help. You were always stubborn like that, but he knew you were just as broken as he was. So you rebuilt each other together, you started from what the world has reduced you to, broken shards of what used to be carefree and loving people, and you made each other whole again.
There were bumps in the road, and you lost parts of yourself that were irredeemable, but you both managed to get through it. Together. And the ring that sits in his drawer is his way of saying thank you. He appreciates everything you've done and everything you've sacrificed for him.
He wants to spend the rest of his life with you, however long he has. It's something he's never been more certain of, something that didn't take him long to find out once he was comfortable with you. And not too long after he made the discovery, he found the perfect ring for you.
He knows that he wants to build a family with you, he knows that you've built a home together, one that will shield your children from the outside world for as long as they need. He wants to see you glow from pregnancy, he wants to come home and talk to your swollen belly at night. He dreams of it and he knows it's not out of reach.
So, once he finishes his meal, he makes his way upstairs to your shared bedroom. He finds you asleep exactly the way he knew you would be, clutching his pillow, the blankets bundled around you. Shutting the door softly, he makes his way to the bed, shrugging off his jacket and sliding off his shoes. He tugs his shirt off and unfastens his belt as silently as he can, careful not to disturb your peaceful slumber.
The rest of his clothes come off and fall in a pile somewhere on the floor, the bed dips just slightly when he climbs onto it. Grabbing the edge of the blanket he carefully lifts it just enough so he can move next to you. He watches you for a moment, admiring your sleeping figure, listening to your soft snores, and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
Sliding his arms underneath you, he carefully pulls you towards him and lifts your shirt ever so slightly, much to his delight he finds you have nothing underneath. Perhaps you knew tonight would end as so many had ended before, entangled bodies in equally entangled sheets.
He knows he should wait until morning, it’s only a few hours away, but he can’t. Not after he sees how pretty your cunt looks when he nudges your legs apart. Not after he runs his calloused hands along your thighs, up your hips, and tracing your waist and just under your breasts.
He moves over you, placing gentle kisses wherever he can without waking you. From your jaw to your collarbone, from your collarbone to your waist, and from your waist to your inner thighs he presses kiss after kiss.
Carefully lifting your legs over his shoulders, he admires the sight in front of him, never getting tired of your pretty cunt. Leaning in, he eats you out like a man starved, but he’s still slow and careful.
Using his index fingers he gently spreads you apart, admiring the way your cunt glistens in the soft moonlight, both from his spit and your growing arousal. He buries himself in you once more, inhaling your scent and sucking on your clit eagerly.
It’s messy now, with lewd sounds filling the once-quiet room. The sounds of him slurping and licking your cunt, paired with your soft, sleepy moans only egg him on. In your sleep, you shift, spreading your legs and giving him more access to devour you.
His calloused hands hold your legs apart, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, his nails leaving crescent marks along your supple skin. He licks across your now dripping hole slowly, wanting to savor your taste before he’s sucking on your clit again.
Not too long after he goes back to your clit, he sees you shift once more and he knows you're climax is approaching quickly. Softly gripping your thighs, he buries himself into your cunt, his soft locks tickling your thighs, his tongue making figure eights on your clit or dipping into your hole.
He brings you to your sweet release and your moans get noticeably louder, he licks and slurps everything you give him, wanting to leave nothing behind, not even his spit. He sees your eyes flutter open and smiles softly at you as he coos, "Hello, honey. I'm sorry, I just can't wait anymore, but you did a good job. Such a good job honey, just gotta give me a little more, ok?"
The sweetness of his voice only increases the throbbing of your cunt, and when you feel the tip of his cock rubbing against your hole, gathering up what's left of his spit and your cum, your hazy mind becomes clearer.
His rough hand traces the expanse of your thighs, up your hips, and to your tummy, warming your skin right down to the bone as he pushes into your tight cunt. His mouth falls open and groans slip freely from his lips, his eyes are screwed shut and he lets himself get lost in the way your tight walls wrap around his dick so nicely.
Warm, velvety, slick walls clamp around his cock and he struggles to keep his composure, remembering that not too long ago you were in a deep sleep. Instead, he opts to coo soft praises in your ear, trailing wet kisses up and down your neck to your earlobe.
He stays still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size, rubbing your hips softly and pressing kisses to your forehead, muttering to you just how sweet you are for him. Letting him use your body in the middle of the night like this, when you both should be fast asleep.
It's both too much and too little at the same time when he starts moving, feeling your walls flutter around him when he brushes against the spot that has you seeing stars. His soft groans and your moans fill the room, and the squelching sounds of your cunt get progressively louder when his pace increases.
His hands find yours and he intertwines your fingers together, holding them just above your head and caging you against the bed. His broad shoulders take up a majority of your view, but his face is where you're focused. His hair falls messily into his face, sweat beads along his forehead, and you want nothing more than to lick it off.
Breathy moans are tumbling freely from his lips, right by your ear, his muscles tense and flex each time he thrusts into your greedy cunt. Relishing in the way his dick slides so nicely in and out of your pussy, finding it nearly impossible to keep himself controlled.
Not when you were sucking him back in so wonderfully, watching as a white ring slowly formed around the base of his dick. The grip on your hips never falters and when he looks into your eyes all he sees is love. An unwavering, undeniable love. For him and him alone.
So he returns it, thrusting into your pussy and hitting the sweet spot inside of you. He makes you clench around his dick more times than he can count, loving the way you look underneath him. Sleep still lingers on your features, but the fucked out look you give him sends him into a spiral.
He feels himself getting dangerously close to his climax, his dick throbbing inside of you, ready to fill you to the brim. And when you beg so sweetly for him, asking him to fill you up, promising you won't waste a drop of his cum, who is he to deny you?
He gives you what you begged for, what you earned, filling you up to the brim and more. He pulls out and watches his cum slowly leaking out of your pussy, his panting and yours echoing in the room. Once again, he showers you in praise, holding you tightly in his arms, and when you fall asleep not too long after, clearly exhausted, he thinks to himself.
There is no one else he'd rather spend his life with. Not in this one, or the next.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope Characters: Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Jeon Jungkook Additional Tags: Hand Jobs, kind of, Consensual Somnophilia, Masturbation, Wet Dream Summary:
Jungkook's having a nice dream, it would be rude to just leave him.
or, Jungkook starts having a wet dream while cuddling with his boyfriend, Hoseok, and said boyfriend helps him get off.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin Characters: Min Yoongi | Suga, Park Jimin (BTS) Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Somnophilia, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Explicit Sexual Content, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Alcohol Summary:
He knows better when he starts to cave and sneaks a hand into his boxers, knows better when he grabs his dick and quietly strokes himself to full hardness, eyes trained in the dark on the outline of Jimin’s plush lips. He knows better when he scoots a little closer, just close enough to brush his free hand along Jimin’s, just close enough to feel some sort of body heat as he jerks off. He knows better when he comes with a stuttered moan and paints the sheets between them, knows better when he watches, fascinated, as his cum glistens on the skin of Jimin’s thigh that pokes out from the blanket.
He knows better.
He knows better, but he’s not sorry.
I'm sad and tired.
Please put me in puppyspace and fuck the sad away. Thank you💜
Hey.
Anny one wanna tie me up in bed coffer me up with blankets and fuck me while I'm asleep???
Hello everyone it's me ya local puppy boy who has his tail plug in and is ready to be tied up and used.
So yeah if you wanna hop in my dms or asks and just tell me all the things you wanna do to me I give you concent to do so.💜💜💜
Anny way I have been horny all day today and I would live to be put in puppy space by someone 💜
God's someone tie me up in a forest and fuckme so good, plug me up and make me walk home with a remote control vibrator in me only to be greater at home with a cage suspended form the ceiling for me to sleep In.
Good morning ☺
Its so fun to wake up and see so manny new people interacting with my page.
I just wanna say I love you all. And I hope you have a great day☺💜
Now if you don't mind I woke up very horny so I'm going to tie myself up and wait till someone uses me as there playtoy. 💜
Sleep well everyone.
Don't be afraid to sent me all the tings tou want to do ro me while I'm asleep ☺💜
Good night
I had a great day, and i ended up drinking a bunch.
now I would just love to go to bed and fall asleep with a cock buried inside of me and being slightly tied upto the bed. That would be great. Sleep well.
Desire│KTH (M)
↞ Descent │ Deprave ↠
Series Masterlist
Summary: He had you right where he wanted you. You were right where you wanted to be.
A/N: Thank you for all the love on the first part!! If you enjoy this please reblog and send feedback!!! Special thanks to @fingers-crossed-07 and @babycoffeefire for beta reading!!
Word count: 5k
Yandere! Artist! Taehyung x Naïve! Fem! Reader
This story is 18+ and contains triggering themes including but not limited to: romanticism of yandere behavior, obsessive ideation, non-con elements, somnophilia, kidnapping, heavy manipulation, light breeding kink, name calling, virgin reader. If you are sensitive to these themes do not read.
Other tags: porn with plot, hyyh au!, crime family ot7 au!, soft yandere, creampies, corruption kink, big cock kth
I do not condone the actions in this work of fiction!
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Taehyung was over the moon, the days that you'd spent together had been the happiest of his life. You had been so attentive to anything he wanted, if he wanted to talk you'd be a listening ear. If he wanted to sketch or paint, you'd sit in whatever pose he wanted. If he wanted to cuddle you, you were right where he needed you to be. You were truly perfect and it was actually astounding him more and more every day. Your empathy for others and innate kindness was something that he was constantly amazed by. The second day trapped you were so worried about your stray left alone at home that you couldn't stand it. You begged the guard bringing you your meals and supplies to get your keys from your luggage and have someone take care of it since you couldn't. When Taehyung joined and asked them to check with Namjoon to see if that'd be allowed they obliged, coming back a few hours later to confirm that they had hired a pet sitting service for Sardine. It was easy to explain away, Namjoon wouldn't want us causing any more trouble and putting up more of a fight to leave quickly. He wants me to get comfortable. Who knows when he decides I've learned my lesson.
He didn't plan to keep you here for too long, but he was relishing being in such a small space with you. He planned on having you meet Namjoon soon. Namjoon was his best friend but Taehyung couldn't deny that he was probably one of the most intimidating people he knew. It would be fairly easy with his help to get you to trust Taehyung with your safety explicitly. In a couple days he'd have you both transferred to go meet Namjoon. He'd know every detail about your closest family members and friends to make sure that you knew how dangerous your situation was. When the time comes and you know that you had no one else to turn to, Taehyung would be the knight in shining armor. He'd make a run for it with you, with a bit of a violent struggle against Namjoon's men then promise to protect you in his safe house. Taehyung would make sure that you could only rely on him, because if you tried to go to anyone else they'd be in imminent danger. He knew you'd never put your life above anyone else's, sacrificing your own freedom to make sure that everyone in your life was safe. That way he'd get you to send a message to your loved ones telling them goodbye, ensuring that no one would come looking for you.
He was getting close to you falling for him. Every day you grew more comfortable with him, cuddling becoming second nature to you. The only thing you were still shy about was when you'd shower early in the morning. Soon he hoped you wouldn't feel the need to hide any part of yourself from him. He enjoyed sneaking into your heart. His heart swelled with pride every time he'd make you blush all the way up to your ears after saying or doing something to charm you. You picked up on things that he'd told you about himself quickly, taking note of any quirk or preference he made known to you. Even if you weren't in this controlled situation he believed that you'd be just as thoughtful to him.
He could tell that you were the type of person to give parts of yourself to everyone you loved without ever expecting or receiving the same treatment. That's one of the reasons he knew you were too good for this world, he had watched from the sidelines too many times as your friends would take freely from you without considering how it made you truly feel. He doubted that it was something that you'd even notice, or find issue with when asked but he could tell that it weighed on your soul. It would hurt anyone deep down if they were the only one putting effort into relationships. One day down the road it would get too exhausting and you'd close yourself off from the world to protect your heart. He wanted to save you from that, show you the same kind of love you gave freely and help you realize that the people around you made the choice one way or another to neglect you.
He'd never dream of neglecting you, especially when your body called to him every night. He was learning just how heavy of a sleeper you are, testing the bounds of what he could get away with without you noticing. He'd slowly fill your needy cunt with one finger after the other, stretching you out for when he'd finally fill you with his cock. One night he was able to gently pull aside your panties and lightly slap your pussy lips, punishing you for being such a willing slut in your sleep. Who knows what could happen if I wasn't here to protect you, my little whore. Do you think anyone else would be so nice to your filthy cunt? He slapped your clit, enjoying how you'd moan sharply in your sleep after every one. Not wanting to wake you though he went back to safety, slipping two fingers easily inside you. Nope, any other man would take advantage of your needy little body, splitting both of your little holes open and not even caring if you cry and scream. Not me though sweetie, I'm gonna treat you so nice and gentle so that when we're finally fully together you'll feel so good and ready for my big cock. You'll be a good girl for me now won't you and cum on my thick fingers? So well behaved for me already, I'll hardly even need to train you.
Every time he pulled an orgasm from you was pure bliss. This particular night he was able to withdraw away from you after so he'd have space to take care of his red, swollen cock, straining against his boxers. He pumped his shaft using your leftover slick to help lubricate himself, resisting the urge to dive face first into your pussy, just imagining what noises you'd make for him was enough to bring himself to a quick climax into his palm. Before succumbing to exhaustion he couldn't resist coating his fingers in cum and coaxing them back into your pussy, claiming it as his in a primal way. When he was satisfied that you had enough of his cum mixing with your own juices he finally wiped his palm off and sucked his fingers clean before fixing your underwear and wrapping his arms back around you. You hardly even stirred at the movement, just moaning and grinding into the pillow between your legs unconsciously.
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It had been three days in captivity, Namjoon's men hadn't mistreated either of you yet. They gave you three meals a day and gave you soap and a change of clothes every morning. You had attempted brainstorming ideas of breaking out but the guards had given you no opportunity to try, sliding everything in through an opening at the bottom of the door and leaving. It was just boring, you didn't have your phone and the only other entertainment provided to you were Taehyung's art supplies.
It was nice in a way, you got to get to know Taehyung better while watching him create art. He told you that it was easier for him to paint with a model so he had been working on an oil portrait of you. It amazed you to see yourself through his eyes, the piece of art wasn't even finished but it was beautiful, he had a way of turning anything you were insecure of into something unique and interesting. Every day you both learned more about each other. You divulged hardships that you had gone through while getting through college. It was stressful moving away and you felt like you had lost many friends due to lack of communication on both ends. You were willing to do anything to achieve your dream but it was lonely and you sacrificed a lot of your youth to do so.
He opened up to you about how he had grown up with an abusive father. That led him to spending more time with his friends instead of at home as a teen and young adult. His high school years were spent sleeping on different couches of his friends who had caring parents. Once he started standing up for his sister and mother his father usually would leave them alone and focus his abuse on Taehyung. He talked about such traumatic moments with such ease, causing your heart to ache for the boy who never was allowed to bloom. Taehyung tried to shift the mood to easier stories, filling you in on his career as an artist after inquiring about your own climb up the ladder of success. He started as an artist fairly young but was able to quickly gain popularity and within a few years he was able to financially support his mother and sister and get them away from his father. His works were featured in museums and he held his first exhibition at the age of 25. He told you bittersweet stories about the people he cared about the most, Namjoon being among the six friends he mentioned. You had a hard time imagining the Jung Hoseok he knew as he told you stories of him being a reckless teen. Your boss was generally stern and calculating, making all the right decisions for your firm and fighting all cases with no room for error.
You could tell that he cared about his friends and family so much even though he had been so isolated from them. It explained why he seemed so touch starved when you would go to sleep wrapped in his arms. He held you so tightly, making you feel safe and secure. The more you were around him the harder it was for you to hold yourself back from confessing your feelings. You didn't want to put him on the spot, especially since you didn't know how long you'd be stuck in the room together, but you would daydream about kissing and touching him constantly and it seemed like unconsciously your body wanted him as well. Every night you awoke with hot slick soaking your panties. Not as drenched as the first night's accident but enough for you to notice.
As the days grow longer the more and more you rationalize trying to take things further. You didn't have much to lose and Taehyung was a good guy, if he didn't have feelings for you you knew that he'd be gentle about it and protect your heart.
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He didn't expect you to fall for him so early on, that's why he planned on trying the best ways to charm you over time. He didn't want to move too quickly and scare you off. That's why on the fourth day of your captivity after hours of painting he was surprised to look up and see you flushed red, unabashedly staring at him like you were about to burst.
You couldn't take it anymore, Taehyung was too handsome and too sweet and too much of everything you like best for you to be able to ignore your feelings any longer. It had taken such a small event to overflow the well of emotion you had about him but when it did you physically felt strain in not voicing yourself. He had made sure that the guards would get you something to pass the time. After much convincing they agreed to get you some books and a journal to work on so you wouldn't be so bored. An inconsequential act of kindness but he had made it a priority to take care of you since you had been with him.
Throughout your life you had struggled to grasp that each person in the world was the main character of their own story. Day to day you tried to think through your actions, making sure that you considered other people's feelings each step of the way. You felt that friends and even close family only cared about you when it was convenient and easy. Even in past relationships your partners never made the effort to truly prioritize you. You were always one to focus on others, making sure that everyone in your life knew how much you cared about them. Making sure to remember small details about someone special so you could become familiar with a show they liked or surprise them with their favorite drink.
You realized when Taehyung put in effort for you that no one had ever cared enough before to do that. It felt selfish but you wished that someone would devote themselves to you. You hoped that someone would recognize even your small victories. So you pushed yourself in your work and studies, trying to ride the high of each major accomplishment to gain a modicum of validation that you would one day be worthy of praise.
Even if just one person noticed you and felt like you were special enough to focus on you would be happy to do the same. In your past failed relationships it had always felt like your partner was settling for you while you were entranced in everything about them. Maybe it was because you didn't feel comfortable having sex with someone until you felt like they were in love just as much as you were. You always felt like you were in the wrong for loving too hard and too quickly but you just wanted someone to match that energy. So you decided to stop dating and hadn't tried to pursue anybody for about a year and a half, especially after you had moved to Seoul. Until now you had never felt the kind of undivided attention that Taehyung was showering you in. As much as you were filled with trepidation about the situation you found yourself in, your heart was bursting at the thought that Taehyung found you interesting enough to learn about.
You wondered how long it would take for people to notice your absence from the world. At least a week and a half, as you had announced your vacation to your parents and close friends. Even if they tried to call if you didn't answer they'd assume you just didn't have service. You try to recall the last time someone had reached out to check on you and your heart sank when you couldn't remember.
Taehyung was different, he checked on you often, making sure to do anything he could to make the situation easier for you. Even back when you were at your apartment he'd stop and check in, helping if you needed a hand. You were honestly tired of always just getting lonely enough to seek someone else out for attention, giving up on anyone ever wanting you for anything other than work. It was hard to carry your relationships, while you didn't want to be lonely you just wanted someone to think about you without you having to put in effort first.
While painting Taehyung looked so peaceful, you noticed the three small moles on his face, wondering how soft his hair was. You wished before now you had noticed him or were the kind of person bold enough to actually pursue him outside of the strange circumstances you were in. You were bursting with affection for him and had to know if he felt the same way or if he was just trying to be nice. You try to psych yourself up while he's focused on his painting. Imagining awkward or hard conversations usually helped your confidence but you just kept feeling flustered. Your heart was beating fast, skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, face feeling too hot. You decide to just come out and say it when he finally looks up at you from his painting, locking eyes with your mildly frantic looking ones.
"Do you like me or are you just being nice?"
The words escape so quickly without any filter and your heart feels like it's in your stomach. You're screaming and dying inside when he pushes away his easel and smirks, giving you his full attention.
"Like you in what way exactly?"
The unnerving eye contact is getting to you now, you want to look away but that feels even harder to do than answer.
"You know."
"Do I?"
He had a glint in his eye like a cat playing with a mouse instead of just putting it out of its misery. Words weren't forming for you to answer and play his game so the only thing you could think to do was bridge the gap between you. You were simply following your instincts, crushing your mouth into his and gripping the lapels of his shirt like your life depended on it. Taehyung is happily surprised as he accepts your advances, pushing back against you just as hard, gripping your ass and settling you onto his lap. You can't stop touching each other, hands finding purchase wherever able, nails scratching against skin, lips never leaving each other. Everywhere he touches burns a path straight to your heart, your only regret is that you wish you had done this sooner.
"Do you know?" He growls between searing kisses "how crazy you make me feel? I can't get enough of you."
"I feel the same way, like I'm having a better time here than I ever would've on vacation by myself. That's crazy," you mewl. You pull away and look at him, pupils blown wide and lips already swollen.
"I don't know if this answers your question but I've had the best time I've had in ages and I think it's because of you," he pulls away, fondness filling his eyes. "You're an amazing person and I would really like to get to know you better and take care of you if you'd let me. Would you let me?"
You feel yourself already soaking through your panties as you reconnect with him, biting his bottom lip gently while grinding your heat against his noticeably large bulge.
"Yes please Taehyung, please take care of me."
With that he secures you against him and carries you to the small bed you'd been sharing for the past three nights, letting you down gently and settling in between your legs. He starts kissing you again, moving from your lips to the base of your neck. You cry out as he sucks and nips at the sensitive skin.
"You make such pretty noises baby, I could listen to them all day. Are you gonna be good and loud for me when I touch you? Make sure the guard right outside that door knows that I'm the one making you feel so good?" his lips brush over the shell of your ear, spewing out filthy nothings as his hands start to explore your body. You can only bring yourself to whine and stutter out quick confirmations. It was already so hard to form thoughts, his hands sending shockwaves through you. He tugs down your pants feverishly, making his way between your legs. Feeling how big of a mess you already are he presses circles into your clit over the cloth.
"You're so wet already it's like you've been thinking about doing this all day. Were you sitting over there wanting me to play with your needy pussy? You want me to fill you up now?" he taunts. "You need to use your words if you want me to touch you, my little whore."
"Yes yes yes I'm your whore, please touch me, need you to fill me up right now," you can do nothing but beg him to touch you mindlessly, his words making your head spin with arousal. "Want you so bad Taehyung, please let me feel you."
"Fuck. You make me wanna do bad things to you baby, is that what you want? Want me to be mean to you and make you cum over and over until cry and become my dumb little cockwhore?" his touch was growing stronger, your hips starting to buck against him in desperation.
"Yes Taehyung, need you to make me cum, let me be your slut, I'll be good for you I promise," you cry, trying to get more friction against your clit with no satisfaction, tears starting to well in the corners of your eyes.
"Such a good girl, doing so well for me, I'll give you what you need," he shushes your needy sobbing, satisfied with your begging as he pulls down your soaked panties. He circles your clit with his thumb, spreading your slick before coaxing his two middle fingers inside you with ease.
"You can already take two fingers baby, I didn't realize you were such a desperate slut for me," he breathes out, his tone so sweetly condescending it makes your pussy clench. You couldn't hold back the salacious noises he kept drawing out of you, you knew that you were being loud enough for anyone outside the door to hear but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Taehyung was taking care of you in ways you had never dreamed of and you were loving every moment of it. You welcomed him with everything you had, the only thing you could think of was him.
"That's a good girl, just like that. I'm gonna make sure you cum so much you can't think about anything other than me," he purrs, his fingers becoming the first -to your knowledge- besides your own to coax an orgasm from you.
You were growing impatient. All you wanted was for him to take your virginity, you didn't feel any of the same hesitation that you'd had with your previous partners. You knew that it would hurt at first, especially with how big his bulge was but you felt warm and content knowing that he'd take care of you. You pull away, needing to confess your inexperienced nature, worried that he'd feel bad if he didn't know. He notices your change in body language immediately and meets your eyes, brows furrowed in worry.
"Are you okay baby? Did I go too far?" His voice is dripping in concern, wanting to make sure you're comfortable before anything else.
"You're fine, it's not you at all! I just wanted to let you know that I'm a virgin before we go any farther. I really don't wanna stop or anything, I just didn't want you to worry," you babble out, your mind too scattered to form a solid coherent thought. Taehyung looks at you with nothing but understanding.
"I'll make sure to take you nice and slow but if it gets to be too much just tell me and we can stop," he presses his clothed cock harder against you, eyes darkening with desire "I just can't believe how lucky I am to be the only one who's ever been inside your perfect body."
He pulls his own pants and boxers down letting you gauge his cock for yourself. He was thicker than anything you'd ever had inside you, with a swollen red tip, wet with precum. You had never seen one in real life before but to you it looked just as perfect as the cocks in the videos you'd touch yourself to late at night as he started to grind it between your pussy lips.
Taehyung had to keep talking himself down, making sure that he remembers to be gentle with you. The way you look under him was really testing his self control even though he knew it was your first time. You're so beautiful, cheeks flushed, hair messy and sticking to your face in some places, neck covered in love bites, and your pussy is so wet and welcoming he just wants to bottom out immediately. He holds himself back though, letting your juice lubricate him as he grinds his cock against your clit. Once you sufficiently coat him in your slick he starts working his way inside you. He adds just the tip at first, letting you adjust slowly as he works his thick cock inside you. It takes time but he relishes in the feeling of finally having you. Letting his incoherent mind take over he tries bringing all his thoughts into words but the deeper he goes inside you and the more enthusiastic you sound the harder it is.
"Fuck baby you're so tight, this pussy is mine. That's why you saved yourself for me right? You wanted me to be the only one to violate your virgin pussy."
Every word he says adds to the sheer bliss you are feeling as he starts going faster. You had never felt anything like it, making yourself cum with your own fingers hadn't even come close to how full you felt. His cock was hitting a spot inside you that makes your brain short circuit, no soreness or pain, only blinding pleasure. Involuntarily without even noticing your eyes are clenched shut and your head is turned away into the pillow until you feel a firm grip on your jawline, guiding you back to him.
"Look at me baby, only me, please," Taehyung demands gently, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his tone, making tender eye contact with you for a beat before he continues with his pace. The feeling of him starting to chase his own climax pushes you towards your own.
"'m close, sorry if I go too hard you just feel too fucking good," He starts to lose control, gripping your thighs harshly and pounding inside you at a bruising pace. "Can I cum inside baby? Please I just wanna fill you up so bad, your cunt is begging for it please please-" He loses the ability to think clearly but barely keeps it together long enough for your reply.
"Please Taehyung, need your cum inside me." Your confirmation is all he needs to let go after slamming into you a handful more times. The feeling of him pulsing inside forces you over the threshold to your own messy release on his cock, a puddle forming underneath both of you. Taehyung collapses into you, the energy having been sapped from him. He rests his head on your shoulder, cock still inside you, making sure not to crush you completely. After a few minutes of panting to catch his breath and regain composure he leans in and kisses you gently. His smile lights up his face as he looks truly blown away by you, mouth going slack as he finally pulls out of you, forcing a twitch from your body. He adjusts his position, looking deep into your eyes before peppering kisses on your neck and jawline.
"You're so amazing in every way, I hope you know that."
You don't know if it's his words or the eye contact but you're so overwhelmed with how good he was making you feel that you can't stop the tears that start falling. Everything about him was so different from any relationship you had ever experienced. You're struck with the fact that you'd never felt so seen and so held in your life. It terrifies you but excites you more than you imagined it could.
"No you're so amazing, I've never felt so good in my life. How can you be real?" you reply, wiping your eyes with the back of your hands. "God I'm sorry I'm crying I just feel so scared and happy at the same time, it's stupid."
"I don't think it's stupid, what are you scared of?" His voice is so soft in comparison to minutes earlier, it made your heart swell with fondness.
"Scared that you're gonna make me care about you and then disappear. I don't wanna be hurt," you're so quiet, the tears making your throat feel like it's closing. "I also haven't ever felt this strongly about someone so quickly, and it scares me that it's just going to be stolen away somehow."
"Oh sweetheart," Taehyung looks at you with stars in his eyes. "I promise you that I feel the same way and I'd never do anything to purposely hurt you. Even though we've been in such a fucked up situation the past couple days you've managed to be understanding. Not many people would do the same and I truly find you remarkable. Even before now I admired how diligent, empathetic, and caring you are. You treat everyone with such regard even though most people wouldn't do the same. I don't want to force a label too quickly on how we feel about each other but I definitely enjoy being around you more than most every person I've spent time with in a very long time and I would love to explore that with you." Your heart soars at his words and you make up your mind to take the jump and trust him.
"Thank you, I'm sorry again. I just like you so much and I have a hard time telling if someone feels the same," you mumble into his shoulder.
"Don't be sorry sweetie, you don't have to be sorry for your feelings with me okay?" he assures you, rubbing small circles into your skin.
"Okay, thank you Taehyung," you start to feel the rush of endorphins wear off and exhaustion starting to set in. "'m getting sleepy, can we talk more tomorrow?"
"Course baby, will you let me clean you up a little bit before you fall asleep?" he asks, letting you hum an approval before starting to pull away, getting off the bed and grabbing a warm wet washcloth from the bathroom. He gently cleanses the wetness between your thighs then lifts you slightly to position a soft towel underneath of you both, making the bed much less damp and uncomfortable. You let him work, your eyes slipping shut as you listen to him hum a soft tune to himself while he works. Once he's finished he settles back next to you, kissing the top of your head and pulling you close. You smile, content against his chest squeezing him softly as you drift off to sleep.
Taehyung smiled, the feeling of satisfaction stronger than anything he'd ever felt before. You were truly like a stray cat abandoned on the street, all he needed to do was reach out and you were his.
His inner musings are interrupted by a quick knock on the door, paired with a folded sheet of paper sliding under the door. He reluctantly detangles himself from you, not wanting to leave you but knowing that the guard was instructed to send physical messages as a last resort. He savors the sight of you, naked, wrapped up in a sheet, cuddling a pillow before reaching down to read the note.
Tae, her parents are blowing up her phone, they might go to the authorities or media soon if we don't do something. We could text them from the phone and see if they buy it but eventually they'll want to hear her voice. If you want to meet sooner to make that happen we can. Let me know what course of action you'd like to go with. -KNJ
Taehyung huffs out of his nose, irritation seething out of him, tainting his good mood. If they cared so much about you why would they have let the world sully your spirit so much already? Why didn't they put any effort into trying to visit and be in your life? Why did they make you work yourself to the bone to get through college? They didn't care about you. He doubted that they would even be bothered when you inevitably cut ties with them.
He writes his reply with one of his sketching pencils and slides the paper back under the door. Namjoon or one of his men would take over your phone to catfish them, make up some excuse about you breaking your phone to buy him a few more days. He wanted to relish all the time he could with you in this haven of a room before things would change. Change was so so easy fuck up and he knew that if he mismanaged any part of the plan you could find out his true self and pull away entirely. He'd take things nice and slow, only scaring you enough to get you to seek his comfort, nothing more.
Getting tired of being away from you he takes his place back in bed, breathing your scent in deeply as he let his emotions cool down.
"mmm you okay Tae?" you whine out softly, as if you could sense his troubled thoughts. You sleepily curled into him, tangling your limbs together and kissing his collarbone gently. It was amazing how you could soothe every ache he had, even stirring from sleep for him. He couldn't stop the smile from gracing his lips, feeling lighter already.
"I'm perfect now baby, go back to sleep for me okay?" he hums quietly, not wanting to disturb your rest even further. You hum in response, already gone by the time he kisses your forehead. "I love you so much, I'm not going to let anything hurt you again."
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A/N: Part 3-Deprave up now! If you'd want to be added to the tag list let me know!!
Need to get cuddlefucked into half-sleepy state where I still feel her gentle thrusts but barely conscious