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frostironfudge · 2 years ago

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Labyrinth - Bucky Barnes - Chapter V

Summary: labyrinth (noun), a complicated set of paths and passages, through which it is difficult to find your way. Bucky and You would do anything for Steve and Wanda, your respective best friends. In an attempt to avoid a tradition Steve and Wanda come up with a lie involving their best friends. A lie, that involves building a labyrinth. Bucky and You begin to build but will you two find your way out or be caught in it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, (Modern AU)

Word Count: 10.8k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: chapter contains 18+ moments, minors DNI, fluff, angst, swearing, fake engagement, sexual innuendos, bucky (he's a warning), smut, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), making out, praise kink, p in v, bucky being on his knees is something i fucking love as a holy sight

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The scent of books grounds you. Fingertips ghosting over the spines as you search for a title that might distract your mind. On cue you recall the way his body was pressed against yours, the way his long hair felt between your fingertips. The way his scent lingered on your skin despite not staying too long.

Bucky consumed your thoughts, ripped everything else away and plated himself at the forefront. Honestly it felt as if you had reverted back six years harbouring your crush again. You stare at the book under your palm. Pulling it gently from its place. The cover harbours animated faceless versions of the characters in an embrace. The male lead’s lips touching her forehead.

The title was on your to be read list, you hold it close moving along the bookstore. Briefly you wonder what brought you back here. Did you want to run into him? It had been twenty four hours. You don’t need to look at your phone to recall the last texts exchanged.

Puffin: Hey, I'm home. Thank you for joining me for the dinner party.

Sunshine: That's good. Thank you for inviting me, I had fun. Give Alpine a treat/forehead pat/kiss from me.

Your eyes move over the seating area, it was empty despite being a saturday night. You place your belongings on a table heading to the counter to order a coffee. The soft aroma eases you. Comfort brimming in its wake. Gingerly you take a sip, humming at the taste.

The chocolate croissant is rich, not taking away from the flakiness you almost want to go up to the counter and ask to learn how they make it.

Reaching for the book a familiar silhouette has you pause, Bucky walks towards a table on muscle memory alone. Eyes glued to his phone. Your thighs clench as his tongue swipes over his bottom lip before he purses them. Displeased with whatever he was reading.

If only you could feel them pressed against your skin, hear him moan against your–No, no, you chastise yourself. Hiding behind your book, of course he would be here. How could you forget running into him in this very place?

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you allow the book to take you into its world. Escaping into the issues of the main characters and their love story. You did have an answer for Bucky, for yourself.

“Hi.” A cheery voice pipes up, you put down your book, “I’m just asking if people want a refill on their coffee or warm up their food.” The server smiles.

“Oh um, no I’m okay, the flakiness of the croissant is divine.” You smile back at her.

“That is so sweet, I’ll tell our baker, we partner with several home bakers and see which product works and which doesn’t.” She explains, a cough has her turn back then look at you, “Some people can be so grumpy.”

You turn to where she was looking, Bucky meets your gaze. His thumb taps on his phone. Your own chimes, you gaze down.

Puffin: Ask her to warm your croissant.

You raise a sceptical brow. Partly biting back a grin because you changed his contact name.

Puffin: I’d like to talk.

“I’m sorry, could you actually warm it up?” You raise your plate to her, she smiles taking it. Thanking her as she moves to the counter you look towards him. Bucky stands weaving through the tables but walks past you.

Puffin: Follow.

You do, but send your own text.

Sunshine: Are you going to murder me?

He pauses, twenty feet away and turns to look at you gobsmacked, you giggle.

Sunshine: It would sound ominous but since I’ve changed your name it’s funny, Puffin.

You watch him roll his eyes, typing as he turns. You begin to follow.

Puffin: Sunshine, if I wanted to murder you or anyone, I would not leave a digital trail. I’ve read enough books.

Sunshine: And I’ve watched documentaries. The truth shall come out.

He leads you up a staircase, you didn’t know it existed before, hidden away behind a shelf. Placed in the corner so it would feel like a dead end. The upper area houses a plethora of shelves too. This area was more deserted and no one was there.

“Also I would not commit murder in a bookstore.” He turns, only five feet away.

“Right, because of the evidence but you’d have the lady for the alibi.” You point out, he shakes his head.

The blue of his eyes bright, he takes a deep breath.

“I know I said I’d give you time, but,”

“Are you backing out?” You interrupt.

“What? No, I wanted to just discuss how this would work so you can make an informed decision.” He takes a step closer.

You allow yourself to take him in, his cologne faint. He’s dressed in a navy fitted t-shirt. Those god damn arms.

“Missing looking at me, Sunshine?” He smirks, you bite the inside of your cheek.

“Aren’t you supposed to be helping your case, Puffin?” You raise a brow, he runs his palm over his beard, the backs of his fingers smoothening over the neatly trimmed hair along his jaw as he thinks of what to say.

Bucky contemplates, he didn’t really have a plan, just an urge to speak to you. Seek you out. Have you close. The taste of you is a vivid memory on his tongue. One that he wants to relive.

“We’re fake engaged.” He states, you nod, “We’ll be in forced proximity.”

“Probably be in irritable moods and or situations that may make us snap at the other in a non couple manner. This could be an outlet.” He suggests, blue eyes studying your reaction.

“An outlet?” You repeat.

“Well like you know… stress buster… physical, emotional, all aspects?” He sounds unsure to himself; he wonders if this will cost him your time, attention, and touch. He hopes not. He’d get down on his knees and pray.

“So what if you're stressed and you call me and vice versa?” You gauge his reaction as he nods, lips parting to explain.

“Sort of, since we need to know if the other is available for well, also if either one calls and the other isn’t in the mood it will be a flat out accepted no. Fully consensual.” He adds, you study him yet again, this being a sore spot.

“So if I say no you won’t try to say please or coerce a blow job out of me?” You ask, the rawness of the question has his blue eyes widen in the slightest then his fists clench. The veins gain prominence.

“Who the fuck–has anyone tried that with you? Wait no, you don’t need to answer any of that. Just know that when you have me achingly hard because of you, and you tell me no, I will use my hand in the confines of the bathroom or away from you just to your mere thought. Though only thinking about you doesn’t suffice, Sunshine.”

Bucky doesn’t catch the slip of his words, he’s too pissed off at whatever asshole made you feel you still had to provide despite saying no. It is a full fucking sentence.

Your gaze drops to his hands, they don’t relax.

Fists still formed, still straining his muscles. As though restraining himself.

“Okay, thank you for saying that–,”

“I’m not just saying it to appease you. I mean it,” he steps closer, towering over you; the faint cologne now rolls in heady waves, it’s more woodsy today, “Tell me you understand, Sunshine.”

“I understand.” You look up at him, the attentive azure eyes observe you.

“Good girl.” His praise has your stomach tighten, a need pulses across you.

Averting your gaze proves difficult, his large palm cups your jaw. Bringing your stolen gaze back to him, “I don’t like it when you look away from me.”

“My rule, don’t say things like that.”

“Like what?” He holds his breath.

“As if I mean something to you as if you might be capable of loving–,” you shake your head in his grasp, Stopping yourself. Bucky bites his own bottom lip releasing it, “capable of having feelings for me beyond a physical attraction. Saying those in front of others is fine, it’s an act. Don’t,” You can’t look away from the blue that was once so familiar that it would have been your home.

You can’t allow yourself to find home within him again, it would break away, tear down in the storm you both were about to unleash. No amount of him calling you sunshine would warm up the cold that would seep in if your heart broke by his hands again.

You did have some sort of cordial bond, forged over a mix of forced proximity scenarios and the shared responsibility of being fake engaged. You wait for him to respond, to agree, he should know since he had done this sort of thing before.

He exhales slowly, you feel your heart beating faster, “Alright.”

The word tastes somehow rotten on his tongue. His heart hates this rule of yours, though his mind appreciates the reprimanding reminder of what this relationship is, that it would be purely physical.

“I do, however, need to tell you.” His lips quirk in the slightest, “I will not tolerate you looking away from me when I make you come on my cock, Sunshine.”

“You better make it worth my view, Puffin.” you challenge back.

The cheeky look you give him has his pants tighten, he wants to taste your lips again, fuck it.

You really wish he would just kiss you, consuming burning every nerve in his wake, fuck it.

The two of you move simultaneously, lips smashing against the other’s, hands moving over each other’s bodies. Bucky moans with relief feeling you pressed against him, your tongue moving against his own.

You can taste the lingering coffee.

He can taste the lingering chocolate.

You moan as his hand cups your mound through your clothes, needily rutting against his hand. He begins to walk guiding you against the bookshelf, it shifts as your back presses against it. Hardcover spines taking the brunt.

The button of your jeans undone, his fingers ghosting past your panties, the kiss is still all consuming your head shifts back when his fingers make contact with your clit. Bucky’s teeth tug on your bottom lip as you pull away. A smug chuckle leaving him as your arousal coats him.

“Already so wet. Baby, you’re aching for me.” His lips move to your neck, free hand tilting your head to reach more skin. Thick fingers picking up pace, the circles frantic, your hips stuttering trying to grind against his fingers, you feel the fabric move further down.

“Bucky–,” Your plea cuts off when his finger sinks into your aching cunt.

“Fuck so tight.”

Your nails dig into his arms, Bucky tugs on your earlobe, he’s impossibly close, your legs spread wide, you can hear the wet schlk sound of his fingers pumping in and out of you. Another sinks in and you cry out feeling him search for the spot that would cause your undoing.

He swirls his fingers, your walls clench in response to him, you cry out his name feeling yourself clamp down around him. When he places a third finger, his calloused palm rubs at your clit you jolt in his hold. Then with each thrust you feel a soft cool metal. The ring, fuck, fuck, fuck.

You can hear an echo of his name, the voice yours.

“You feel fucking gorgeous around me.” He praises, each word plucking at the string that unravels you, he pumps his fingers faster, your hips rut against his palm each time it comes into contact with your clit.

“Bucky, I’m close– fuck, don’t stop, so good.” you plead, stars line your vision, your words urge him.

“Go on, I’ve got you, cum for me.” His breath is hot against your skin, yet you shiver just as his fingers hit that spongy spot. His palm moves your head, “Eyes open, Sunshine.”

You will yourself to open your eyes, just as the pleasure blooms across the moan cuts off into a cry as azure bursts across your vision.

“Beautiful.” His praise has you clench around him, Bucky tucks the little snippet for later.

Your nails rake down his arms, Bucky groans, the sound has you whine needily digging your nails into his arms. Bucky carefully pulls his fingers out of you, eyes on yours. Your mouth parts as he takes his index and middle finger between his lips, licking them clean.

The blue of his eyes only a thin ring as the taste of you coats his tongue. Fingers pull away with a pop, he raises his ring finger towards your lips, “Taste how divine you are for me, Sunshine.”

Your eyes fall to the ring, gleaming with your arousal, the sight so erotic. You feel yourself clench around nothing. His digit moves onto your tongue, the taste of yourself, the ring, your tongue swirls cleaning his finger. Eyes locked with him.

“Good girl, look at you.” He smirks when you let go, a thin string of spit connected to his ring, the sight makes him harder. The way a primal urge for you takes over him, the way his need pushes him to take you right here.

The sight seared into his psyche, his thumb swiping over your kiss bitten lips.

“Do you have protection?” You ask, finding your breath. He nods.

You smile coyly, “Were you expecting to run into me, Puffin?” Your hands move over his clothed chest, making their way to his jeans.

“Maybe, I couldn't get you out of my head.” He whispers, you unbutton his jeans.

“Did you want to know how I would feel wrapped all around you? Tight, warm, and pulling your cock back in?” Your fingers toy with the zipper. Bucky loses his train of thought as he hands you the condom.

You chuckle, taking the zipper down and palming his length.

Where the fuck did this dirty mouth come from? He isn’t complaining but fuck he’s surprised.

“Cat caught your tongue Bucky? Or have I?” Your fingertips brush over his happy trail, pushing down his jeans, freeing his cock. You move your ring clad finger to the tip, collecting his arousal, “You don’t like it when I look away right?”

He tastes exquisite, you moan.

Then Bucky tugs at your hand, taking your finger into his mouth. You moan feeling his tongue run over the edge of the ring. Bucky hums around your finger, satisfied that it tugs at similar strings for you.

Soon his mouth is upon yours, your jeans and his shirt discarded on the floor, Bucky lifts you with ease, your legs wrapped around him, pulling away. His forehead against yours as you roll the condom onto him.

He eases into your warmth. Moaning at the way you feel, he needs to search out your lips when your hips are flush against his, fully sheathed inside you. Your warmth is exquisite, walls fluttering around him. Your nails raking over his back.

Your chest pressed against his, fingers tangled in his hair. You keen as he gives a tentative thrust. His length is deep but his girth impressive as well. The way his coarse hair strands brush on your clit you take a sharp inhale.

“You’re good, Sunshine. Fuck even better than I imagined wrapped around me so perfect.” He presses his lips to yours, hips finding a rhythm that has the two of you satisfied.

The wood of the bookshelf digs into your back, you arch as he hits a spot, Bucky shifts, the tip of his cock hitting that spot repeatedly. You can hear the thump of the books against the shelf at the way his thrusts pick up.

Whines and moans leaving you, Bucky fairs no better, your name a prayer. His palm hits the wooden surface anchoring himself to move faster. You feel yourself grow closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bucky’s deep voice repeats, “Fucking ethereal pussy.”

You clench around him, his thrusts now deep, and he grinds against you. Using the position to stimulate your clit. Your pleas urge him onward.

The way his fingers grab onto you, your legs begin to tighten around him as the pleasure begins to built higher.

“So good, Bucky, so good.”

“Look at you Sunshine, so beautiful on the brink of bliss. Close aren’t you?”

Your palm cups his cheek, mouth parted, your forehead resting against his, puffs of his breath fan across your face.

“So close, Bucky,” Your orgasm hits you, you shudder almost arching off of the shelf, Bucky moans as your walls begin to milk him as they spasm around his cock.

His head drops to the crook of your neck, lips smoothing over your neck. The pace of his hips slows, aftershocks running through the both of you. Bucky continues to thrust till the orgasms slowly begin to fade.

Only panting fills the empty room.

Heat floods your cheeks at the realisation that a fantasy of yours has been fulfilled.

Slowly Bucky pulls out of your warmth, hissing as he still feels you needing him back inside. Your legs are still wrapped around him, he still carries more of your weight. Not letting go. Fuck he was hooked onto the way you feel.

You stroke Bucky’s cheek, as he catches his breath. Your fingers running through his hair, over his chest.

The reality of the situation hits Bucky, your soft touches are something he ached for once upon a time, now they feel as if it would claw his heart apart, “Don’t.”

Your hands freeze, “I’m—,”

“My rule, no post sex cuddles or touches. You will get your aftercare, I’m big on that, you don’t need to do this.” He explains cutting you off, your hands and retreating back to his arms. That was a safezone.

“Okay. What, what about you?” Your voice is quiet, you both still had to learn. It was okay.

“I’m fine caring for the sub.” Bucky wants to take back the way he said it, you aren’t just the sub. He nods, then helps you to stand on your legs. They shake slightly, it pleases him.

It’s quiet putting the clothes back on, smoothening over any out of place aspects. The two of you give each other once overs. Bucky hangs back allowing you to walk ahead, when your hand reaches out to grab the railing due to your unsteady legs you feel his hand on the small of your back.

Bucky guides the two of you through the aisles. His own mind is still a fuzz because of you.

The bookstore is densely populated now, still not at full capacity as it once was, your things are still where you left them, a glance at the counter has the server wave at you.

Your skin heats as you think maybe the employees know what the two of you did, Bucky heads to his table, his phone in his hand.

“There aren’t cameras on the upper floor, and the section is closed off for tutoring sessions.” He speaks as you walk up to him on your way to the counter.

“Oh, okay. Thanks…” The earlier confidence dwindles as reality seeps in, the two of you were keeping emotional things at arms length or farther. You hadn’t done this before.

“Will you be telling Steve?” You ask, he watches the way you run your thumb over the chipped wood of the chair.

“Will you be telling Wanda?” He counters, you look up from the damaged wood.

A moment of understanding passes between the two of you. Both of you know the other tells the best friend everything.

“It would be nice to change the conversation from their sexcapades to ours?” Bucky gives you a playful smile.

You laugh, “Which one was their wildest one according to you?”

“Oh god, Top 3?” He requests with a grin, you shrug nodding.

“Disneyland behind the castle.” You hold up three fingers.

“Oh come on, third has to be the university library blackout that they caused. Disney is second.” He counters, hands spreading out to add emphasis.

“Please you forget the make out at graduation, in which the domino effect had lecture hall 25 succumb to the fall of the not drilled into the floor desks, that is second place.” You remind him, Bucky nods in agreement.

“First place?” He questions, you laugh thinking of your answer.

“I’m actually expecting something to happen while wedding shopping or at the wedding.”

“You’re smart.” He taps his nose, “Want to open a betting pool?”

“State your terms.”

“Fifty bucks for each scenario, baseline. But we add fifty more to the one we think is more likely. And well, the winner takes all.” He leans back in his chair.

“What are you betting on?” You look over to the server, she only smiles in understanding.

“Ah, ah, ah, we put the money and our answers in a safe, open it after the wedding.”

“And where is this safe? At your apartment I think not.”

“Well it will be right here, you know those dictionaries that are actually a hidden safe with a lock and key?” He chuckles when you nod, “We’ll get that and give it to the manager of this store.”

“You know the manager?” You’re sort of impressed.

“I know the owner too.”

“If it turns out to be that you’re the owner Puffin and we did it–,”

“I’m not, I’m not.” He quells your reaction before it gains momentum.

“Alright then, let me get my one hundred and–,” Bucky’s phone rings interrupting you, the name across the screen sends a wave of displeasure through you. Shaina.

He stares at the phone, you move to the cafe counter.

Bucky closes his eyes, annoyance flaring up at the relentless calling he’s enduring.

Why couldn’t she back off?

You ask the server to pack your half eaten croissant. Your appetite suddenly vanished. It’s a shitty response. You want to trust him for cutting her off or saying he ended their situation completely. How does it compare when you did trust him to not say anything horrible about you and your baking.

Beck had ruined your trust in romantic partners, so this arrangement was okay, it should be. It is just sex. Meaningless, leg shaking sex. You’d ask him to remain exclusive partners, you can’t risk getting an STI. If he wanted multiple partners then you’d cut this arrangement off.

Wanda. You needed your best friend. Her perspective was required. She would reprimand you later. As would you in front of the mirror.

You take a look back, his things are there but he isn’t, maybe he stepped out for the call.

You grab your to go box and things, peeking outside he isn’t anywhere. Stepping out you make your way over to your car. Dialling Wanda the minute you settle in, she sounds slightly worried at your sudden call but promises to have pizza, wine and herself at your disposal when you arrive.

The gym parking area isn’t crowded, Bucky wonders why Steve wants to work out earlier than scheduled. The call with Shaina went better than expected, she understood why Bucky cut things off. She seemed content and wished him luck even.

Maybe he should not have avoided her calls? He stares at your book resting on the passenger seat as he prepares the pre-workout drink for Steve and himself. You were gone by the time he returned. He didn’t hold it against you, the way it looked wasn’t good.

If he could explain in a calmer setting he would. There is a tap at his window Steve waves fixing his gym bag on his shoulder. Bucky hands him a shaker and grabs his own bag and shaker. They hug before heading inside.

“Wanda and Y/N are meeting up, hence the time change.” Steve explains changing his shirt into a tank top. Bucky chews on the inside of his cheek, hooking the ring chain around his neck. His fingers pulse at the remembrance of your vice like grip around them.

“That's cool, I was just curious. That's all.” He clears his throat dismissing the thoughts of you. Bucky wonders if Steve will notice the marks left by your nails. The same part of him that awoke when you coated his ring hums in delight at the markings.

They make their way over to the free squat rack, deciding today would be a back day. Both of them go through the warm up routine, catching up on the day’s events. Bucky mentions running into you at the store. Nothing beyond that. Not yet.

The reps and sets move forward, Steve and him making jokes and trying to one up the other on their weights. Bucky rolls his eyes when Steve keeps taking pictures to send to Wanda.

“She’s going to need 200 GB storage just for your gym photos.” He teases, Steve laughs but a blush coats his cheeks unrelated to the workout.

“We do have an external harddrive.” He admits, Bucky laughs.

“So wait, can the wedding gift be harddrives?”

“You ass.”

“Jerk.”

“Punk.”

“Idiot.”

“Stupid.”

“You have all of the stupid with–hey what happened to your arms?” Steve’s brows furrow. Introducing the ‘Rogers Face of Worry’. Bucky was helping him put the straps on for the deadlift.

“It's nothing, now come on.” Bucky moves to the side, spotting him.

Steve chalks it up to Alpine, looking at himself in the mirror.

A deep inhale and lift.

Bucky’s mouth moves before he can control it, “I slept with Sunshine.”

The straps unravel and Steve lets go of the weight, “You what?!” He shrieks way above the loud clang of the barbell and weights hitting the rack.

Bucky looks away then back at him.

“You slept with Sunshine?” Steve repeats, eyes wide.

“I did… twice.”

“You slept with Sunshine, twice.” Steve looks at his best friend, “When?”

“Yesterday was just oral and today at the bookstore–,”

“You did it with Sunshine at the bookstore?!” Steve yells yet again.

“Can you keep it down and what are you calling her Sunshine for?” Bucky glares at his Steve.

“Right sorry, let me rephrase, you slept with Y/N? Wanda’s best friend, Y/N. The girl who has warned that she will castrate me if I ever hurt Wanda. That Y/N?” Steve’s expression is a mix of disbelief and elation, his mouth hanging open and eyes slightly narrowed and staring at his best friend who isn’t saying a word.

“That Y/N.” Bucky affirms.

“I need my wife. This is oh my god, what? Do you like her now? Did you discuss the past?” Steve rests his palm on his forehead a million things running at once.

“It’s a fake fiancés with benefits situation.” Bucky winces at the way Steve makes a face. Mistaking his displeasure for annoyance

“Oh my god, Y/N did that?” he points at the scratches.

“There’s more on my back… and chest.” Bucky’s cheeks tinge red.

Steve says nothing, he’s seen Bucky post hook ups, there was no blushing involved or allowing them to mark him up. He didn’t want any sort of claim on himself beyond crescents of nails.

“What are the ground rules?” Steve asks instead as they begin to clear the rack heading to the locker rooms to continue talking.

Bucky explains everything right from what happened at the Khan’s gathering to this evening.

Steve presses his lips into a thin line by the end of the conversation.

“So you haven’t discussed the past.” Steve comes back to the original point. Wanda and he have tried for years to get the two of you to sort it out. They don’t believe the other could have said those things. Even when Wanda and you had hit the rough patch or when Steve and Wanda fought you were always supportive and there for them individually and as a couple.

Which always furthered Steve to believe you could not have said that about Bucky.

“I don’t think it will help and she hasn’t brought it up either.” Bucky shakes his head.

“Do you still have feelings for her?”

The question catches Bucky off guard, he’s going to make sure not to let that part of him latch on. He’s not going to allow you to break his heart again.

“I won’t fall for her Stevie.” He assures, the answer doesn’t surprise Steve.

“I’m not saying that you will, I’m asking you what you feel for her.” He presses yet again.

“Nothing. It's just lust.” Bucky assures, Steve’s eyes fall to the way Bucky’s thumb and index play with the fake engagement ring.

Steve presses his lips into a thin line again. Bucky looks away at the floor, it's quiet for a moment. Before the blonde man claps and states they need to finish working out and grab a bite.

Bucky nods, letting go of the ring it bounces against his chest. He’d speak to you about Shaina and explain everything, he didn’t want you to think he was seeing others. Whatever this was, it was exclusive. He wouldn’t do that to you.

Wanda sips on her wine, waiting patiently for the topic to move to the thing you were frantic on the phone before you came over. She knows the pleasantries and catching up is you building up your strength.

You observe her from your bite of tiramisu, she ordered it for you and you’re grateful. The treat makes you happy.

When she takes her third sip,

“So you remember how I have this fantasy that I want to be railed in a bookstore or library?” You begin, she laughs in recollection.

“Of course I remember when Steve and I did it you were having FOMO. I tried to convince you to find a man. Remember I pointed out that guy in the blue baseball cap sitting in the corner?” Her tone is lighthearted and you agree you did feel like you were missing out on life.

“Well given I only saw his back and not his face because we got kicked out for you talking. So as I was saying… I no longer have that FOMO.” You shriek when she spits out her wine.

“What?!!! You did it?” She sputters, you laugh, handing her the tissue box from your side.

“Don’t laugh, give me details!” She wipes her mouth and takes another sip to calm herself.

“So Bucky and I did it at the bookstore—,”

Wanda spits the wine out again, “Bucky!?”

“I’m not paying for another bottle if you waste that.” You warn she stares at you, green eyes wide.

“You sound like Steve.”

“Steve and Bucky did it in the bookstore?” You deadpan.

“What? No! I meant the ‘don’t spit out’—, Y/N. Unbelievable.”

You scrunch your face, “I don’t want to know the semen-antics,” you laugh at the pun, Wanda doesn’t, you pout.

“It was funny.” You giggle.

“Just, tell me the details first of all better than Beck right? Cause if not I forbid you from doing it ever again with Bucky.” She declares holding her wine glass like a magical wand.

“Hold on there wise witch. Definitely an upgrade from Beck in several aspects of well endowment.” You feel your skin warm, your walls pulse wondering why he isn’t still buried inside you.

“Wait, I need to know everything, when and how? Did he eat you out? He better be getting on his knees for you.” She points her index finger from your face to the apex of your thighs.

“Wan. Well, he got down on his knees on Friday.”

“FRIDAY!? Bitch! Tell. Me. Everything.” Wanda sets her glass aside, “Now, you spill.”

She gasps and squeals as you go over the details, and makes a face at both of your additional terms and she rolls her eyes at the two mentions of Shaina.

To her credit Wanda’s mouth hangs open for a good nineteen seconds after you’re done.

“What do you feel towards him?” Wanda’s question has you twirl your spoon between your thumb and index finger.

“We haven’t discussed things that were said…” You change the subject.

“Do you want to?” She sighs, knowing Bucky now? She doesn’t buy that he could say any of that about you. The way he had been there for Steve and herself, even though he stays reserved, or grumpy. He’s a good man.

A man she knows you were head over heels falling for, deeply.

“Does it matter? Neither of us brings it up, it won’t change things. I, Wan you know how bad I had it for him? Getting over a crush on him took me a good year and then Beck happened. I don’t want to get emotionally involved with Bucky. I won’t.”

She grasps your hand, “I know.”

“I can’t get hurt.” You whisper.

“Oh, baby. You won’t get hurt.” She moves her arms around you, hugging you close.

You close your eyes, hugging her back tightly.

“I’m scared, Wan.” You admit.

“He won’t be angry if you say no.” She advises, “You protect yourself okay? Steve will punch him for you.”

“Steve will hate me, I don’t want you both to pick sides, already it's been an issue, I, I don’t want to end things unless he can’t be exclusive. I think this is the kind of thing I need right now.” You chuckle.

“We won’t be picking sides.” Wanda pats your head, not if she had a way into getting you two oafs to admit your buried feelings. She wanted her words from six years ago to stand true.

You kiss her cheek before pulling away, you wouldn’t allow them to have any issues if Bucky and you couldn’t work this out.

Wanda just smiles at you, “Movie?”

“Yeah.” You smile.

The two of you settle into a comfortable position as years before from your dorms in college you lay your head in her lap.

Steve comes in when you are asleep on the couch. Wanda blushes when he leans over to kiss her forehead.

Steve smiles, “I have some interesting news.”

“Oh and I have a plan for that news.” She whispers back.

He raises a brow but the grin on his face lets her know he’s fully supportive of the plan.

“Operation Puffshine.” Wanda gleams.

“On top of wedding planning?” Steve kisses her forehead again.

“Do you even know me Mr. Rogers?”

“Oh I know you Mrs. Maximoff-Rogers.” He retrieves a notebook from his gym bag and hands it to her.

“You’re going to need this to plan and stay organised. These two have feelings. And we need to get them to see that, before they let obvious lies get in their way of being happy.”

Both of them look at you as you snuggle deeper into the blanket. Waiting for you to fall asleep again.

Wanda draws a tiny penguin and a sun in the notebook and makes a heart around them. Steve smiles, yeah, he’s going to help his best friend get the girl of his dreams.

“You know I told her years ago, wouldn’t it be great if we are best friends dating best friends.” She looks up at Steve.

“Wouldn’t it be great if our best friends get married like their best friends aka us?” He rephrases.

“Oh, I’m going to kiss you so hard.” Wanda promises.

“Just kiss?” He pouts.

“Okay, maybe even kiss something else.”

You push away from the couch, sleepily staring at them, “Give me the noise cancelling headphones before the two of you start.”

Both of them blush at being caught. They hope you didn’t hear anything else for once.

Wrapping the blanket around you, move across the living room towards the guest bedroom. The drinking and sweet eating render you staying over for the night.

“Good night.” You call out before closing the door.

“Good night.” They both call out as Steve settles next to Wanda.

“So, what's the first plan of action?”

“Get them to do their no no rules.” She states.

“I was thinking of making them do the cutesy wedding errands, like fake ones for them while we do the real ones.” He nudges her temple with his nose.

“See you’re getting smarter staying with me.” Wanda pats his head laughing and writing the ideas down.

Steve pulls her in his lap, sighing happily as he feels her in his arms.

“I really want them to have something like we do, we’ve seen them hurt and alone. I know they are good for each other.” Steve kisses her shoulder, Wanda nods.

“They deserve happiness, both of them. I think we need to speak to Sharon and Brock about the night, something tells me those two bitches weren’t up to any good.” Wanda narrows her eyes, Steve hums in agreement.

They write down more plans before retreating to their own room upstairs.

—--div 4

You wake up Sunday morning to your phone buzzing incessantly. Muneeba’s name on the screen you sit up, clearing your throat to answer.

“Hello, Good Morning Mrs. Khan–,”

“You can call me Muneeba, please Y/N. I’m so sorry to wake you this early but there is a problem that you can only help me with. I need to arrange for desserts for the Mosque’s little celebration tomorrow, they are awarding academic excellence but the person who was going to arrange the desserts has fallen ill. Would you be able to make the mini cakes?” She sounds worried.

“How many would you need?” You put her on speaker phone, opening the calendar for your schedule. Nothing else was due till Wednesday.

“About two hundred pieces, post the evening prayer. I'm hoping that is enough time. If the cakes are time consuming what other dessert can be done?”

“The cakes aren’t an issue, I might be able to do them, just incase would brownies suffice?”

“Oh that would be excellent too.”

“Any allergies?” You jot down the details, she reads from the folder.

She thanks you profusely for saving the event, preparing the grocery list you decide would be best to buy everything now and then head home. Neither of the two are up when you venture out.

Your phone only has a message from Bucky late last night.

Puffin: Let me know when is a good time to talk, phone or otherwise. Just want to clear the air about Shaina.

You read it from the notification tab not clicking on the message. Instead you leave a message for Wanda explaining what was going on and why you left without breakfast.

Y/N: Hey Wan?

Wanda: yeah?

Y/N: Is it okay if I come over to use your oven?

Wanda: What happened to your oven?

The incoming call has you sigh, you’ve salvaged the raw materials and other things ready to move to Wanda’s kitchen.

You answer the call, a desolate sight of your charred oven greets her with your kitchen window and exhaust on. The singed smell doesn’t touch your baked items.

The Monday morning light seems happy but you aren’t not one bit, Wanda disappears from view and the call is muted. You frown.

“Wanda?” You tilt your head at the screen.

Then you look back at your laptop checking if any of those cooking studio spaces have slots available.

Steve comes on screen, waving at you and he says something.

“The call’s muted.” You tell him, he nods unmuting it.

“Hey, so Wan went to check the oven and it seems like ours is done for too.” He sighs, “Do you want me to come take a look at—Ow—wait—,” The phone is snatched by Wanda.

“How many do you need to make?” She enquired as you showed her the boxes packed in the fridge.

“A little more than half. I prepped everything yesterday and the icings too. I got to about seventy five cakes and within a minute of the batch being put inside I smelled the smoke.” You sigh, clicking your tongue no space was available.

“Hey, I have a key to Bucky’s place. He won’t mind if I talk to him about it.” Steve offers, taking a place behind Wanda.

“He’d be okay with that?” You’re sceptical, Bucky never exactly liked or admired your skill of baking.

“I know he will be, why don’t you meet me at his place?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, “Maybe I should talk to him…”

“No!” Wanda yells, then pauses when Steve and you stare at her worriedly, “I mean no you have to pack things up and Steve will be able to get through the Bucky faster you know?”

You look around your kitchen as Steve and Wanda share a look of worry.

“Okay, I’ll meet you there in an hour?” You look back at them and Wanda grins widely. Then schools herself.

“Just glad we found a solution.” She adds.

“Yeah.” You bid them goodbye before loading your things. It takes forty minutes, luckily you remembered Bucky’s apartment elevators are big enough to accommodate two trolleys which can hold up everything in one trip.

Steve and Wanda both get into his car they haven’t actually called Bucky. They hope you haven’t either. Steve’s blue eyes move to the wire in Wanda’s hands he can’t help but snort.

“Did Y/N suggest our oven is repairable?” He asks her while turning onto the next exit.

“She offered her condolences to us, but we have an oven shopping trip lined up.” She grins.

“Well I planned on making that one pot of Mac and Cheese so that plan’s gone.”

“I’m sorry baby.” Wanda reaches over and kisses his cheek. He smiles.

“How did you even break it?”

“I don’t know, when I opened it I pulled the first thing I saw.” She shrugs.

Steve laughs again much to her chagrin.

“You realise that wire is actually behind a panel that needs to be unscrewed right?” He explains as they enter the building parking lot.

She just shrugs giving him a grin.

“I just want to marry you harder.” He declares, kissing the back of her hand, before placing it back on the gear and moving it into park.

You wave at them from your spot in the lobby, Wanda eyes all of the things meticulously arranged. The little guilt at breaking her own oven gnaws at her but this would be one arrow two targets.

Steve knew Bucky loved all your desserts, always sneakily eating them when no one was looking. Humming at the taste and wanting to sing praises for you.

Maybe this would make things better.

Steve easily rolls both carts without an issue, Wanda almost drools all over the floor. You blink several times as to what it is about a display of minimal strength that sets her off.

Bucky’s apartment is empty, save for Alpine running and climbing up your leg and meowing for attention. You laugh at her eagerness. Cooing at the sweet little baby.

“Hi Alpine.” You pet her head, lifting her into your arms.

She meows ears fluttering.

“Did you miss me? I missed you.” Her blue eyes look up at you, “Yes I did, I absolutely did.” You assure her.

Wanda and Steve exchange glances. Both of them knew you wanted a pet cat of your own and when you stumbled across the picture of Alpine on Steve’s instagram stories you had absolutely melted into mush.

Carrying her into the kitchen she perches herself onto the corner of the countertop. You look around thinking the least messy way to organise everything.

“You have free use of everything. His fridge is empty so stock your cakes with ease.” Steve explains opening the actually empty fridge, “He grocery shops on Mondays so it's fine.”

“Okay… well I think my test batch will let me know how long I’ll take. I hope to be out of his hair sooner.” You look around yet again, it was weird being in here without Bucky even if he had said yes. You still had to speak to him about his still Shaina text, maybe after the delivery you would clear the air.

Sunshine: Okay, maybe in the week? Muneeba came through with a last minute order for an event at their mosque.

Puffin: yeah that works, i’m glad it worked out, plus you cater to their requirements of halal so I think it will be recurring orders. Good luck with it.

Sunshine: Thank you, Puffin.

Puffin: you’re welcome, Sunshine.

Wanda looks at you, organising everything neatly. Steve’s wondering if he should text Bucky now or later. Since Alpine’s camera would give it away.

Alpine looks up at her, “We’re gonna set them up.” She whispers to the cat. Alpine blinks at her then looks towards your back and blinks at you.

“Its operation Alpine Gets Sunshine Mommy.”

“I thought it was PuffShine.”

“This way the cat helps us.”

“Right, right.”

“What are the two of you whispering about?”

The two of them look like deers caught in headlights, Alpine licks her paw so cutely distracting you.

“Oh you cute little baby, how does anyone do anything but not stare at you?” You ask the furbaby moving to kiss her cute little pink nose. God you were in love with her.

Alpine purrs in response to the kiss smushing her head to your cheek, making you giggle and forget all about the whispering couple.

Steve grins at Wanda, she gives him an I told you so look. She’d send over that big pink flower perch for Alpine as a thank you.

The pair leaves making sure you’re settled in and Alpine is smart enough to keep distance from the cooking area. Something you presume Bucky trained her well for, the test batch works wonderfully and you know it will take less time to cook and Bucky’s oven was big enough that you could work two trays of eight mini cakes at once.

Time flies by as you’re putting the finishing touches on the final batch, you had texted Bucky a thank you but didn’t hear from him, maybe he was busy and you had shrugged it off.

Muneeba calls you to let you know that she’d have someone pick up the cupcakes so you would not have to worry about transport. Giving her Bucky’s address is easy from when you had it noted from your earlier visit plus in case you needed a last minute delivery of something you forgot.

The cakes rest in Confection Confession boxes cooling off in the fridge. You order in a few groceries for Bucky as a thank you. Making some savoury food may not sour his mood.

You also play with Alpine once you’re fully done cleaning out his oven and the kitchen. All your things packed and ready to go once the cakes are picked up.

She loves chasing you around the house as you hold her little birdie toy laughter and frustrated meows fill the house. The little camera follows you around tracking Alpine and her shenanigans.

Bucky groans at his laptop screen. The presentation was annoying him. Why did he sign up to mentor juniors? Why? He had finished with his planned out work. This was just on top.

Darcy had the better batch, she hand picked them getting there before him. If it wasn’t for his mind still on you he would have paid attention and picked a more active and less mind numbing task than powerpoint.

He hated it in grad school and still hates it. Moving his neck through the ranges relieves some of the pressure he rubs on the back. He wonders if telling you he would like to hook up even before the air is cleared makes sense or not?

The device doesn’t light up, he groans. Just what he needs. The knocking at his door interrupts him. Yusuf stands with a smile.

“I just wanted to pass my thanks on for coming in on friday and for Y/N helping Muneeba out. The people will be at your apartment to pick up the mini cakes, I knew she could trust your fiancé blindly for 200 cakes.” Yusuf smiles at Bucky.

Bucky stares blankly at Yusuf. He knew about the order, why was it being picked up from his house? Were you at his house? Why?

God were you one of those who thinks she has free access to his life once she sleeps with a guy? Fucking hell.

“James?”

“Yes, sorry, long, long day. I know she told me. I hope everyone enjoys them.” He offers a tight lipped smile.

“I’m sure we will, well why don’t you head on home? It's already 5, works a little lighter. I’m sure she’ll need some relaxation after that massive order.”

“Yeah, I’ll take care of her.” Bucky smiles as Yusuf walks off, gathering his things he swiftly heads to his car. Alpine was home alone and if you were baking. What if you left the oven on? Why the hell were you not at your own house?

“Woah, Barnes everything okay?” John asks, Bucky glares at him. Not bothering to say anything and he moves through the building.

Fucking hell his phone. He plugs it into the car charger. The drive home earned him several car honks; he doesn't care about anything at the moment.

When he reaches by five forty the door to his apartment is ajar people come out wheeling your baking boxes on a large flatbed trolley.

“Thank you.” Your voice greets them sweetly, they smile before heading to the elevators.

“Alright pretty girl, now I can let you down once we shut the door okay? Can’t have you running and having your dad worried.” You say something more but your voice is cut off by shutting the door.

Bucky uses his keys to enter. His phone rings but he doesn’t care. You’re in the kitchen with Alpine sitting on your shoulder as you stir something on the stove.

“I see you’ve made yourself at home.” Bucky’s sharp tone has you turn and Alpine leap off to move along his feet. Rubbing her scent over him and purring happily at his return.

“Oh um, hi Puffin, I was just making dinner as a thank you.” You smile. He raises a brow.

“Did you not already thank me? How did you even get in?” He stands in the doorway of the kitchen not moving.

“Steve let me—,”

“So what did you tell Steve we’re dating and he allows you to waltz into my apartment while I’m gone? Are you so desperate for a hookup that you want to be here for some sort of welcome home seduction?” Bucky’s trademark glare returns directed at you.

You take a step back, “No, he told me he spoke to you—,”

“I have no call from Steve.” Bucky’s jaw ticks.

“My oven broke and Wanda’s did too, I had the order and Steve—,”

“So you thought oh hey, we’re fucking I’m entitled to his utilities and kitchen gadgets?” He sneers at you, taking a step forward.

“What? Puf—James, no, it’s not like that, did Steve not really speak to you?” You look at him bewildered, if you had known, “Did you not read my text?”

“Last we spoke yesterday, Sunshine.” The nickname returns to the sort of mocking tone. You wince.

“Have you checked your phone?” You ask, he rolls his eyes.

“I’ve had a bullshit day, I don’t need you implying absurd— fucking hell.” He glares at the contact calling him, Steve Rogers.

He picks up, “What bullshit were you fed that you let her into my place?”

“Woah, what?” Steve panics, oh this wasn’t going the way they wanted.

“Y/N is in my apartment. Cooking. Why?” Bucky summarises.

“Oh, yeah, her oven broke and ours did too, she had a big order and those rental spaces weren’t available. I even texted you since you weren’t answering. If it wasn‘t your boss’ wife I wasn’t going to get the idea for your place.” Steve explains, Bucky’s chest tightens.

You fiddle with the spatula, turning the food one last time before shutting the stove and covering it with a pan. The sticky note attached to the handle of the pan flutters as you walk to the trolleys pushing them.

Bucky moves away from the door.

“Shit.” He mutters, “Sunshine—,”

“Save it.” You spit at him.

“Fix it.” Steve warns before cutting the call.

“Look, my phone ran out of charge and Yusuf waltzed into my office and I was worried about Alpine and the oven.” He rambles through his reasons.

“I should have called you myself. I thought Steve had your permission. I’m done, I cleaned everything and in case the utility bill comes higher I’ll cover the unit cost of the day over and above your normal units.” You move to the door, then check for where Alpine went off too.

“Sunshine.” He grabs your hand, his lips press into a thin line, hair tousled and he sighs.

“What?” You snap, you wouldn’t be insulted by him.

“Can we sort this out?” He requests, you look down at your things then the spot where his fingers wrap around your wrist.

“Just tell me what happened with Shaina then I want to leave.” You offer.

He nods, leading you still holding your hand to his living room.

You sit down away from him. Your jaw set. You were going to hear him and that was it. You were leaving. Buying a new damn oven. If you were really horny you would hit him up or rather the vibrator Wanda gave you as a gag Christmas gift would work better.

“Shaina as you know was a previous FWB situation I had, it ended a month ago. I had wanted to pursue it again, not anything further the same thing as before which is why she was there the day we were setting up our fake dating. She wanted to know why I wasn't going ahead. Which is why she called on Friday and post our bookstore hookup.” He sighs, “I spoke to her and you left by that time so I couldn’t explain that I told her why.”

“What did you say?” You ask curiosity brimming over.

“The truth that I’m engaged.” He didn’t mention how long, Shaina was just thinking it was fairly new.

“After a month of ending an FWB.”

“I found the one.” He shrugs, “It got her to back off.”

Right he could find the one and leave you too. Not that you would hold it against him. You could, too. Find the one. The ring twists around your finger by your thumb. It makes you laugh at the absurd thought. First you need to process your emotions before you even consider serious dating.

“And she agreed to stop? Are you sure you still want this arrangement?” You ask.

“She did, she needed closure, which I should have provided earlier. To answer your question, yes. Exclusive FWB no one else involved.” He observes the way you purse your lips then nod, looking down at your hands.

The flashes of his cum on your hand cross his mind. These damn rings.

“Okay then, thanks for telling me. I’ll head home.” You stand, he frowns.

“Don’t you—,”

“Listen, I appreciate the clearing air around Shaina, but I’m not fucking you unless you apologise. You were fucking rude. What you think I’m that touch starved that I’d sneak into your house and put on fucking lingerie to get into your pants?” You raise a brow at him, hands on your hips.

Bucky swallows, the fire in your voice has everything travelling south.

“Sunshine.” He says as a warning to himself or you he doesn’t know.

“Three words should follow that, Puffin. I know you may not be used to saying them.” You scoff.

“You’re a little brat aren’t you?” He stands, moving over to you, you have to tilt your head up to look at him.

“I am when I need to be.” You challenge and he smirks.

“How do you want me to apologise to you, Sunshine?” Bucky cups your cheek, but not in an intimate way, it's almost teasing.

You look at him confused.

“Aw, sweetheart,” He coos, “Do you want me to just say the words?” He leans in closer, your heart rate picks up. His smirk widens as your skin heats under his touch.

“Or would you like me on my knees apologising to you? Spelling each letter out on that responsive little clit?” He brushes his lips over yours, yours part as you exhale.

“Or do you want me to apologise while I fuck you? Bringing you to the brink of bliss as your sweet pussy milks my cock and even though my mind can’t think of anything when you’re wrapped around me, I’ll apologise, Sunshine.”

His thumb swipes at your bottom lip, “Tell me how would you like your apology.”

You swallow, finding your voice in the haze of his words, “All three ways, Puffin.”

“Greedy.” He chastises, but grins.

“I am sorry, Sunshine.” He says sincerity lacing his baritone that moves into a deeper octave.

You bite down on your bottom lip as he sinks to his knees, palms resting over your ass and squeezing, bringing you flush against his face. Just as his fingers reach for the button of your jeans, you tug on his hair to stop him.

“Who is being touch starved now?” You step away, Bucky looks up at you, biting down his tongue.

“I am sorry. I wasn’t thinking clearly.” He says stopping you again as you’re near the hallway and he’s still on his knees.

“I know weren’t, The least you could do was hear me out. But nope, you went ahead and presumed shit, you could have checked your messages. You could have gone about this differently.” You walk away, opening the door, shoving the damn trolleys out.

Bucky stands at the door, you don’t turn to look at him. Or even bid him goodbye.

“Let me know when you get home.” He says, you pause mid-stride but then continue pushing the trolley your back is towards him.

When you’re in the car you call Wanda, but her phone is busy. It isn't too late and the day has been too hard. You deserve ice cream and not the packaged kind. You’d get one from your favourite ice cream shop.

So what if you had to drive out of your route?

“You absolute shit head.” Steve glares at him. Wanda looks equally disappointed on the video call. She was caught up at work so Bucky was now standing outside your door as Steve used Wanda’s copy of your keys to let him in, he didn't meet her harsh gaze.

“I know.” Bucky agrees.

“You said touch starved?” Wanda snaps at him again he winces.

“I was worried about Alpine.” He defends as they enter the dimly lit apartment.

“You know what? Check your goddamn phone. She took care of Alpine. Make sure she stayed out of the kitchen and when she opened the oven Alpine was put into the guestroom. Not yours because that was the room you had allowed her to use when she had first come over.” Wanda’s yelling makes him feel worse than he already is, he hoped you would at least look at him.

“I’m sorry, okay? And I wouldn’t have called Steve and you if I didn’t want to make it right.” Bucky looks at her on the phone.

“If she doesn’t speak to you I won’t blame her.” Wanda’s words may sound harsh, she knew the two of you had a rocky road but if he insulted you. She would castrate Bucky.

“I’ll hold him down for you.” Steve adds, Bucky’s eyes widen.

“What I told you she’s become like Becca for me. I’ll let Wanda hurt you but be at your bedside in the hospital.” Steve pat’s his back.

“Okay she just texted me she’s going to be reaching in fifteen minutes but that means ten minutes.” Wanda updates the two of them. Bucky settles himself on your couch. Memories of the first night flooding into his mind.

“If you mess this up.” Steve points his index finger at his best friend.

“I’ll make sure you can’t get anything else up. Ever.” Wanda adds with a grin.

“I won’t.” Bucky says with determination.

Steve leaves with his phone, both of them exchange a worried glance.

“We should go to the puppy cafe and pray.”

“To the dog gods?” He chuckles.

“Yeah, and play with the puppies. Please?” Wanda pouts.

“Alright, I’ll meet you there in a cab so you can drive directly.”

Wanda blows him a flying kiss and the call disconnects. Steve puts on his baseball hat so he wouldn't be recognised by you in case he runs into you.

The tub of ice cream is happiness inducing. You took another pint to give to Wanda but your own second. Unlocking the door you head into the kitchen putting the pints into the fridge.

Temptation gets too much and you reach for your tub again. Fucking stupid Bucky. You grumble. Walking into your living room. The spoon drops from your hand. As you take in the sight.

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes standing in the middle of the room only in his boxers and he’s holding the same pint of ice cream in his hand.

You stop yourself from looking at his tattooed arm and tracing the damn waistband of the boxers. Bucky swallows, eyes on the dropped spoon.

“I’m sorry.” He says your eyes snap to his face.

“What is this?” You ask, bending to pick up the spoon.

“Well I can’t bake and I didn’t have time to cook so I took the ice cream from your freezer and well basically I’m doing what I accused you of without thinking.” He says, you blink several times.

“Are you going this far for sex?” Your eyes drop to the bulge that is restrained. You know he isn’t fully hard yet.

“I only have an apology on my mind, Sunshine.” He affirms.

“How did you get in?”

“I called our best friends.” He shrugs.

“You really are sorry?” You ask because whatever this way felt really like blurring the lines of whatever rules are there in place.

You move closer to him, he sinks to his knees once again. Setting the ice cream down on the table he looks up at you.

“Puffin.” You look at him.

“I am sorry, I should not have ignored your explanation. I should not have said those bullshit things.”

You place your pint of ice cream and spoon down as well.

“You have two.” You say and his brows furrow.

“Two more apologies to make,” You smirk, “Lets see if that convinces me.”

He shakes his head, a smirk on his face, “Brat.” He declares.

“When I need to be, now get to work.” You pat his cheek sickly sweet, he rolls his eyes, “Aw is Puffin a brat too.”

Large hands grab your waist, moving to your hips and pulling you close to him. The scratches you left are less red but still there, heat pools in your abdomen at the sight of him marked by you.

He begins to undo the button and kiss his way down your legs as he takes off your jeans. You can feel yourself already wet, the smug expression on his face allows you to know he is pleased as well.

Calloused palms move up the back of your limbs to the waistband of your panties taking them off next. Your hands move to his hair, he pushes you down on the couch, legs spread wide. Pink tongue licking his lips watching your folds glisten with arousal he caused.

“I hope you enjoy your apology, Sunshine.” He pulls you closer to the edge, breath fanning across your eagerly awaiting clit.

“Bucky.” You want to tell him off, and pull his face closer.

“I know, but enjoy your two apologies.” He taps your thigh. Thumb rubbing soft circles into the flesh.

Tongue circling your clit once, twice, you whimper. He pulls away again.

You stare at him, pupils blown wide as he begins to devour you as though a starved man, his words a distant echo in your mind as you feel his tongue write out the apology on your clit, his fingers curving inside you.

He pulls away right at the edge of your first orgasm, you whine, tugging on his hair. Your slick coats his stubbled chin and lips, you moan at the sight.

“Sunshine, after I fuck you to show you how sorry I am? I am going to fuck the brat out of you.” He seals his promise with his mouth back on your cunt making you cry out and tug on his hair harshly he groans against you, sending ripples of pleasure through you.

A.N: happy new year!! i hope you all are doing great! and i hope you enjoyed the update! also i know i said 6 chaps and a mini fic but they just increased two chapters all on their own (it was wanda and steve their plan needs more words so we came to an agreement)

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Twin-souled

Y'shtola has noticed something strange about Kharia since being returned from the lifestream. (Takes place in late Heavensward)

A knock came from the door of Y'shtola's room. Cautiously, she set her teacup on the table and turned towards the sound. "You may enter," she called to the guest. As the door creaked open, the Miqo'te woman focused once more on her blossoming aether-sensing abilities.

"Special delivery, courtesy of Tataru," Kharia announced as she entered the room. She set a package on the table with a soft thump. Y'shtola gingerly reached towards it and, feeling the soft texture, tilted her head.

"A... blanket?"

"Ah, right. Sorry," Kharia grimaced. "New robes. Much better than the smock we had to bring with us into the Twelveswood. Tataru made it herself."

"I shall have to thank her when next we meet," Y'shtola smiled. After a few awkward moments of looking in Kharia's general direction, she raised an eyebrow. "Is your friend going to speak up?"

"I'm not sure what you mean," Kharia answered. "I'm the only one here. I mean, besides you." She gestured vaguely to the empty room, then realized the futility of her effort. Y'shtola's brow furrowed.

"Are you certain? I'm sensing two aetherial signatures. Although..." her face narrowed in concentration. "Upon closer inspection, the two of you seem awfully close together. Are they hiding behind you?"

"Are you sure you're alright Y'shtola?" Kharia asked. "From what I've gleaned from the conjurers' discussions, it sounds like there could be other side effects from Flow."

"I assure you, aside from my sight, I've never been better," Y'shtola said sternly. "And I don't take kindly to you second-guessing my arcane capabilities. I'm quite positive that I am looking at two souls right now."

"Then maybe the Roost is haunted?" Kharia ventured.

"I doubt it. The two of you entered at the same time."

"Well, I'm not sure I can help you with this puzzle," Kharia shrugged. "Magic has never been my strong suit. Anyway, I've got a couple more errands to run, so I need to get going." Kharia gave a small half-salute before turning and heading out the door. Y'shtola watched in quiet contemplation as the souls she'd been watching - one crimson and one viridian - both drifted out of sight.

Several days later, a chorus of distressed ribbits warned Matoya and her pupil that an intruder had once again come to the cave. Y'shtola rolled her eyes and bid her interpreter familiar to save her place in the manuscript she was reading. There were some distant profanities and a few gunshots before Matoya yelled at her servants. "Let the poor girl in! Blasted frogs..." she groaned. Kharia entered the chamber shortly thereafter, with an exhausted Alphinaud in tow.

"I got your book Matoya," she declared, holding out a thick leatherbound tome. Matoya snatched it from the Xaela's hand and opened it up, skimming the first few pages.

"Yes, yes this is it," she mumbled. "Good work girl. And here I wasn't sure you were even literate!" Alphinaud stifled a chuckle and Kharia crossed her arms in indignation.

"Do you know what kinds of nonsense have moved into that library? Alphinaud could've been hurt."

"Alphinaud didn't have to go with you though, now did he?" Matoya snapped. "Now let me study this in peace. It's been a few decades since I wrote it after all." Kharia rolled her eyes and leaned against the cavern wall. Alphinaud collapsed onto a roughly-chair-shaped mound of books, shooing away an incensed Poro Roggo. As the excitement quieted down, Y'shtola turned to the Warrior of Light.

"Kharia? A moment, if you would. I've something I'd like to discuss with you now that we've got a bit of quiet." Kharia rolled her neck and stretched.

"Go for it, I'm not busy."

"This is a private matter," Y'shtola continued. "No offense to you, Alphinaud.

"None taken," he replied, "I'll stay here. I don't think I could stand again if I wanted to."

"Alone time with me, Y'shtola? How bold of you," Kharia laughed. The Miqo'te's deadpan expression and lack of response quickly ruined Kharia's humor. "Fine, fine, we can talk, just trying to lighten the mood." She followed Y'shtola to another part of the cave, behind a ramshackle wooden door, and closed it behind her. "So, what's so secret that Alphie can't listen in?"

"It's about you," she replied. "You recall the other day at the Roost, when I asked if you'd brought a friend with you to see me?" Kharia thought for a moment, then shrugged.

"Not exactly, but it does kinda ring a bell, why?"

"Well, for starters, the other presence is still around you," Y'shtola said. She sat at a table and waved for her familiar to hand over the book she'd been reading. "It has been on our whole journey, in fact. To be frank, I'm not even sure which of the souls I'm seeing right now is you and which is the other."

"So, what, I'm being haunted?" Kharia scoffed. She began to pace the room. "I feel like I would've noticed or something, y'know? Like, floating dishes or flickering candles. Stuff like that. I mean, I've seen haunted places before. Tam-Tara, for example. I think-"

"Kharia." Y'shtola interrupted harshly. The Auri girl jumped and stopped in her tracks. Her tail whipped anxiously back and forth. Y'shtola narrowed her eyes slightly. Kharia took a deep breath and leaned back against the door.

"Ok. Fine. Listening. I assume you've got a theory or something?" Kharia's voice was steady, but the tapping of her foot and the rhythmic swish of her tail betrayed her nerves.

"I've been reading over some studies on souls," Y'shtola explained, "and in particular a few older books came to my attention. As you've stated, your experience doesn't resemble that of a haunting, nor one of voidsent possession. These are, of course, the most common cases of several souls sharing a body, but they aren't the only ones." She opened her book to a bookmarked page and tapped on it. "This text, by one Archon Raunterel, makes mention of one other scenario that has been observed. You're welcome to read the text yourself, but Raunterel observed that there are cases where thete are two or more mortal souls bound together within the same body. He calls those who experience this phenomonon 'twin-souled'." She paused for a moment, waiting to in case the Xaela had any questions. "Kharia," she continued, "I'd like you to answer these next questions truthfully. Do you ever experience bouts of lost time or missing memories?"

"I mean, my memory's not the greatest..." Kharia mumbled. She shifted her weight awkwardly from one leg to the other.

"Have you ever experienced significant changes in your preferences? Favorite foods, style of dress, anything like that?" Kharia's silence answered Y'shtola's question more succinctly than any words could have. Y'shtola nodded, and her posture softened. "Have you experienced any sensations akin to hearing someone's voice speaking to you within your thoughts?" Kharia began pacing again, aggravated this time.

"What are you getting at, Y'shtola?" she grumbled, kicking a few stones to vent her frustration. "What, do you suppose I've gone mad or something?"

"Kharia," she replied gently, "these are all experiences commonly reported by twin-souled individuals that Archon Raunterel studied and interviewed." She slid the book across the table towards her comrade. "I think it's very likely the explanation for why your aether appears the way it does." Kharia continued to stamp about a bit until her legs began to tire, at which point she finally sat atop the boulder across the way from Y'shtola.

"Supposing that's true," she said, "what does that even mean?"

"Unfortunately, Raunterel's studies didn't get much further than some surface observation and interviews. The Forum deemed his findings to be of insufficient value for further research, and his request for funding was denied. But you can read his notes if you'd like, as well as the proposal itself." Kharia started down the open book like it was a predator waiting to strike. Y'shtola waited for several long moments for Kharia to respond. "Kharia..?" she ventured. She heard only a faint sniffle in response. "Kharia, I apologize, I didn't mean to cause you distress. I only thought it was right for you to know." She stood and circled the table slowly, and gingerly reached toward the souls sitting before her. Catching a few strands of hair to guide her hand, she went to give Kharia a reassuring pat on the head, when she was unexpectedly swept into an embrace.

"Thank you..." Kharia whisper was muffled further by Y'shtola's robe. "I'll read this later, when we have time, but thank you for finding it."

"Of course," Y'shtola smiled and returned Kharia's hug. "We're friends, after all. It's the least I can do."

#kharia adarkim #my writing

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leafiebeanie · 1 year ago

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thinking about rntn upstairs and downstairs neighbors

kyo lives on the floor above tan, where the wind picks up very easily

the poor man's gaudy flame undies always end up falling into tan's balcony—kyo used to just climb down from his balcony to retrieve his fallen laundry

bc it was empty, but he cant do that anymore bc tan has moved in now, so he has to go through the mortifying ordeal of knocking on tan's door to get his laundry back

at this point, kyo might as well just buy newer and stronger clothes pegs, but it keeps slipping his mind

tan doesnt mind keeping kyo's laundry aside for him, secretly enjoying these little interactions between them

back when kyo didnt know tan had moved in, their first interaction was tan staring at him wide eyed with his unpacked boxes while kyo hung from the upper balcony

as time passes, tan doesnt wait for kyo to come knocking on his door anymore, having already taken kyo's work schedule to heart

he'll drop by kyo's apartment with some home-cooked food and the laundry, and kyo will invite tan in so they can share a meal together

tan has an embarrassing secret though—he knows its bad, invading kyo's privacy, but he cant resist bringing kyo's freshly laundered boxers to his nose and taking a deep whiff of it 🤭🤭

and he berates himself mentally over it, but the devil on his shoulder tells him its alright as long as kyo doesnt know

but kyo /does/ know—he's seen tan picking up his laundry when he came home from work slightly earlier one day, with some cake he wanted to share with tan

was about to greet tan with a wave of his hand from down on the streets, quietly bringing his hand back to his side

watching as the boy stared at the piece of fabric in his hands for a good long while, seemingly unaware of his surroundings, before bringing it to his face

is barely aware of the quiet rustle of the plastic bag as he clenches his fist around it, his breath catching in his throat

he stands behind a lamp post, hiding from tan's view, watching until the boy walks back into the apartment

when he comes back to his senses, kyo pointedly turns around and walks away to the nearest cafe, ordering himself a latte to cool his head

he comes home late that day, finding a plastic bag hanging on his doorknob with dinner, a note, and that very pair of godforsaken boxers that tan has sniffed earlier

kyo brings them inside and sets the now warm cakebox down on the table, opting to wash his face first

he spends far too long in the bathroom with the waters running, unable to get the sight of tan sniffing his underwear out of his head

kyo finds that theres a pool of desire burning in him, and his cheeks flush when he feels his length straining against his pants

it was undeniably hot, and kyo would be lying if he said he never once saw tan in that sort of light, but he had chided himself then

now, he wasnt sure if he had enough self control to stop himself, knowing that the boy shared a naughty little secret like his

ashamed, kyo unbuckles his belt slowly, hoping that his boner would go away on its own

when it becomes evident that its not going away anytime soon, he grits his teeth and brushes a few fingers against his length gingerly

it feels so unabashedly good

and he cums to the mental image of tan's blushing face buried deep im his flaming boxers

he takes a moment to bask in the afterglow before glancing down at his cum stained hand

oh, he's done it now, he thinks

theres no way he can look at tan the same way anymore

#rentan #kyotan #brainrotting hours strikes again #leafiewrites #kyoutan

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ssolessurvivor · 1 year ago

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a homecoming drabble nobody asked for

Four long years and he's finally coming home. Four incredible years, in many different forms of the word, and he hops off that plane with his friends all ready to be enveloped in the distant familiarity that is home. They'll all have to adjust in their own way, but Logan smiles as one of his buddies cracks a joke, distracting him from the long walk with the duffel strapped over his shoulder carrying all his belongings, the lot of them a forest of green.

When they finally reach the end of the tunnel though, he is aware of only a couple things immediately: the wall of reporters to the right, and his sisters there, Tegan and Melanie, with mom behind them. He feels his emotions play out on his face instantly as he begins the jog over to them: after so long away, he can see Tegan tearing up already as she runs clear into his arms. He only has a moment to drop his duffel and catch her, she's already crying into his ear when Melanie joins them, one of Logan's arms open for her too, to tuck into this precious moment.

He hoped he wouldn't cry, but that's where his sisters always managed to get him. Seeing them cry, he'd end up crying too, and now is certainly no different. They're sobbing with a few soft laughs hushed into his shoulders as he picks them both up off the ground for just a moment, wanting to get them smiling again before he sets them down and he's feeling the tears streaming down his cheeks. He manages to hide it for the moment with kisses to their temples and lowering his face between their blonde heads of hair, all of them haloed by it for camouflage.

"I told you guys I'd come back." He murmurs into their shoulders, the two of them each kissing his cheeks simultaneously, earning a laugh from some of the reporters watching, snapping pictures, recording. "I always said I'd come home." It's spoken on a voice leaden with emotion, the tremble there from the waterworks and the sniffles riddling the conversation like punctuation, but he smiles and laughs all the same. Only once his sisters have pried themselves from him can he give his mom a hug, her whispers of 'my baby' lost in his hair as he squeezes her tight. Only when he kisses her on the cheek does he notice someone is missing from their little company.

"Where's dad?" Wiping his eyes for the moment, someone handing him a tissue to do the same with his nose, he looks further down the hallway and goes still. His dad's coming in, escorting...his grandpa. He feels a few hands on his back, patting him, and he's running down to meet them. The hug to his dad is shorter, though the man hasn't been much for displays in public: Logan doesn't mind. It's still important, it's still something to be cherished, it'll just be more when they're out at the car.

His grandpa pats his shoulders when he's released from his dad's arms, and the look on his wizened face makes Logan's tears renew themselves with a mighty sting of his eyes and nose. "Look at you, boy. So big." His grandfather says, and Logan can't not hug him any longer. Taking him in his arms gingerly at first, the blonde only squeezes him tighter when his grandfather does to him, his face buried in his shoulder to have a moment to cry in peace. Whatever conversation they had, Logan can't remember it now. It's all so much, so overwhelming as he hears Tegan and their mom talking, the lot of them circling around their soldier, home for about six months.

They'll be sure to make it last.

#drabble #featuring his sisters <3 #(what makes you unbreakable) headcanon

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monstersplaybook · 2 years ago

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Tommy Sparks Pt. 5 of 5

IT’S NOW AND TOMMY SPARKS IS NOT READY FOR THIS*

The whole business with Donovan had been handled, more or less. Tommy was still shaky on the details, but the old man had a zealot’s faith in whatever prophecy he thought Kira was meant to be involved in, and a bulldog’s stubbornness in making sure it happened. For now, Donovan and his wings—both of them, Tommy thought darkly—were back where they belonged. Behind bars. Tommy Sparks had separated himself from the rest of the group. They were one half celebrating a job well done, and one half planning their next steps. Tommy was in no mood to do either. So he’d excused himself to the big fancy kitchen in this big fancy house they were hiding out in, and he found a big fancy bottle of bourbon and poured himself a big fancy glass of it.

He leaned against the kitchen counter and stared coldly out the window, trying to stop the swirl of competing thoughts in his mind when he heard a familiar set of footfalls come up next to him. He turned to see Kira standing at the doorway. Tommy was surprised at how she looked. Vulnerable. Tender. And sorry. He’d gotten so used to thinking of her as invincible, it was a shock to see her look so hurt. He held up the big fancy bottle of bourbon. “Want some?”

“Sure.” Kira stepped gingerly to the counter and Tommy expertly slid her a glass as she sat down. Then he leaned backwards against the counter and waited for her to fill the silence. “I have a couple of things I want to say to you,” she said, looking more at her glass than at him. “And I want you to just listen.”

Tommy Sparks fully intended to do just that. To listen to this girl who’d become such an important part of his life in such a short time. To just allow her to say what she needed to say. But then something else happened somewhere inside his chest, and before he knew it, he’d blurted out, “Who is he to you?”

Kira blinked and shook her head like she’d just been slapped. “Who’s who to what?” She said, flustered. “Donovan?”

“I guess I’m just confused.” Tommy looked away and shook his hair out. Then again, he waited. For her to fill the silence.

Kira took a deep breath and let it flow slowly out her nose. Calmly. Evenly. The way they teach you to breathe. “Yeah,” she said finally. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.

“Look. I know I made a mistake. It was selfish. But… Donovan… He made me who I am. The good, the bad, all of it. And I don’t know. There’s been moments where I’ve seen a glimmer of something else that he could be. The man that maybe he wants to be but doesn’t know how. And I thought if I gave him a chance, that maybe he would choose something different. He could be something different. But, obviously, that did not happen.”

Back then, Tommy Sparks walked away from his brother instead of trying to save him.

“And I don’t know! He was there for me when nobody else was. He’s sort of like my dad. As stupid as that sounds, he’s family. And I just couldn’t give up on him. It might not make sense, but if I gave up on him, it would be like giving up on myself. And if he’s a monster, then so am I. But if he could change, then maybe there is hope for me too. That’s what he is to me.”

Back then, a one-legged old drunk charged into battle with a demon so Tommy Sparks could finally have his chance to help.

“And about what you said?” He could feel her snap her gaze up to look at him. And he could smell the salt of misty tears pooling on her eyelids. “About maybe making a mistake? I hope I can prove to you that you haven’t made one. Because I don’t want you to give up on me, or whatever this is for that matter.” Then she took a long drink from her glass, and tried not to wince as it made its way down. “That’s it. That’s all I wanted to say.”

And then a silence fell. And it was Tommy’s turn to fill it.

“Yeah,” he said at last, unable to keep a scratch out of his voice, unable to turn towards Kira. “I get that. I just…” he fought back the urge to run a hand through his hair. He needed it to stay just where it was. For him to hide behind. “I’m gonna need some time, I think.”

Kira took a single step towards him. “Time for what?” she demanded. “I miss you.” Her voice was a delicate mix of desperate confidence and shaky uncertainty.

Finally, Tommy spun to face her. Maybe you can just put a stake in the ground, Kira Ashwood, but I can’t. “Look,” he said. “I want to get back. To you, to where we were, but I just can’t jump into it like that.” He hoped that when she looked at him, she’d just see him. Like he could see her. Not the wolf inside. Not the steel he’d put up from the job. Not the naïve boy who’d walked away from it. Just him. Just… Tommy. “Is that okay?”

Kira narrowed her eyes slightly. And Tommy felt something in her let go. Was she relaxing? Or deflating? He couldn’t tell. For as much as he knew about Kira Ashwood, there was still so much about her that was just… confusing.

Finally she spoke. “Yeah, I get that.” At last he allowed himself to push his hair back and take a sip from his big fancy glass of bourbon. But then Kira’s phone dinged, and she pulled it out to read the text she’d just gotten. Her eyebrows shot up at what she read there, and she said, “Well, don’t take too long. Because apparently we have a double date set up.”

And Tommy Sparks spit his big fancy bourbon all over the big fancy kitchen window.

*This is part 5 of 5 of a canonical short story by Jonny Grubb. This story takes places before the events of the podcast in the unaired "Season 1".

#monster of the week #ttrpg community #motw podcast #motw character #writeblr #original fiction #urban fantasy #short fiction

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ijhyo · 3 years ago

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CHAPTER 2

what was supposed to be a fun weekend away with friends turns into a sinister game of hide and seek where their lives are on the line. trapped in a lake house cabin with only six hours on the clock, can y/n figure out who is behind the mask and manage not to get caught all before sunrise?

PAIRING. soobin x gn reader ; beomgyu x gn reader ; yeonjun x gn reader

GENRE. college au ; mystery ; thriller ; escape room ; angst ; horror ; humour

WARNINGS. swearing ; injuries ; character death ; blood ; brief description of a panic attack ; vomiting

WORD COUNT. 2.8k

A/N. part two yasss. dun dun dun do we have our first suspect 😯? this one is shorter than the first part (i think all the next ones will be now that we're done setting up the story but we'll see) but i hope you guys like it anyway and if yes, let me know what you think and all your theories if u have! also, not edited im afraid, so if there r any mistakes no there aren’t

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Running down the hallway in the direction Lia went in, your only thought is to put as much distance between you and the seeker as possible. You don’t look back. Afraid you’ll lose your momentum.

You don’t account for stairs.

You trip on the first step, flinging you forward on the staircase.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you curse, biting your lip down to keep from screaming. You spare a glance back in the direction you came from, both relieved and scared that you see no sign of the seeker.

They are not chasing you. They could be anywhere.

Pushing yourself up, you wince at the pain that shoots up from your knees. You stretch your leg out once. It is definitely going to bruise.

Climbing the steps gingerly, you find yourself back on the main floor of the house, the staircase hidden behind a wall. Lia was here, you think breathlessly.

You turn the corner fast and walk straight into a body.

Before you can even think too long, you push the person away, hard. Stumbling back into a wall, you scramble to get away. Your heart jumps to your throat, your flight or fight kicking in.

You didn’t run away the first time, but you’ll be damned if you don’t now.

The person crowds you against the wall, placing their hands on your shoulders. They are saying something, your name you think.

You don’t know how they know that.

“Y/N. Look at me.”

You do.

It’s Soobin.

You think you are crying.

“Woah, breathe, Y/N. Breathe with me.” You follow his instructions, try to slow your breathing down in time with him. In through the nose. Focus on his. Out through the mouth. Stare at his perfect, pink lips.

A moment passes. “Are you okay?”

You haven’t stopped shaking. You think you are going to throw up. But your breath has evened out. “Yeah.”

He looks wary but doesn’t push it. Just squeezes your shoulder reassuringly. “Let’s go to the others. Some of us are hiding together.”

Soobin leads you past the stairs, in the direction Sumin ran off to when the game started. You try to protest. Try to tell him that you need to be upstairs but can’t find it in you to say anything.

You need to warn him. Tell him that there is a killer running around his house, but your tongue is made of lead. You can’t do anything except follow.

Soobin knocks on a door twice, pauses, then knocks again. He looks at you conspiratorially. “Sumin’s idea.”

The door opens from the inside and you follow the taller boy inside.

“Look who the cat dragged in,” Sumin teases when she sees you shuffle in behind Soobin. “You here to mooch off my hiding spot too?”

You can barely crack a grin.

Sumin’s hiding spot is an indoor cinema, which, what the fuck? Who just has that? In a lake house? The rest of the party goers are lounging on the chairs, seats reclined for the utmost comfort.

Wooyoung groans from where he was laying down on the floor. “Can we stop playing now?”

“It’s literally barely been an hour,” Yunho points out, kicking him slightly with his shoe.

That surprises you. It feels like hours have passed since you started playing this game and you want nothing more than for it to be over.

Looking around the room, no one has a care in the world. They are laying around, waiting for the sun to rise and the game to be over. They don’t know what you do. They don’t know what you saw.

You move to the front of the room on shaky feet.

“Y/N?” Soobin asks, reaching for your hand but you shake him off.

Clearing your throat, everyone else turns to look at you. You take a breath. “Sunghoon is dead.”

Silence.

“What?” Wooyoung asks, moving to sit upright.

“What are you talking about?” Jongho questions, voice carrying from the back of the room.

“We were hiding together and the seeker, they found us. The seeker killed him.”

“What the fuck, Y/N?” Isa exclaims, accusatory, although her voice breaks off at the end.

You just shake your head, determined to explain everything. “This game, it’s not what we thought it was. ‘Getting caught’ doesn’t just mean you’re out. You’re dead.”

You catch Soobin’s gaze. Watch as he makes the connection between what you’ve just said and how you reacted earlier. You look away.

“Hey, Soobin, what the fuck?” Sumin says, finally speaking up since you dropped the bomb on them.

His head snaps to the girl. “Excuse me?”

“This is your party!”

Wooyoung nods, agreeing. “If this is your idea of a joke it isn’t fucking funny.”

Soobin looks appalled. “Why would I do this? I told you that I didn’t plan this game before we agreed to play. I have no idea what the fuck is going on and I’m not the one behind it.”

“Well then who the fuck is?” Yunho asks and even you can tell that it’s kind of an unfair question.

“I don’t know! But whoever it is knows the house. And where the media room is…Shit.”

Jongho runs his hands down his face. “Fucking hell, man.”

Exclamations go up around the room. Everyone is yelling and pointing fingers at each other. Isa is the only one who doesn’t say anything.

She looks almost sick and your chest tightens looking at her. She was the only one here who was really friends with Sunghoon.

You feel like you should say something. Offer comfort to her. But she brushes off Sumin’s attempt and walks away on her own. It is probably for the best. You don’t know what you would have said. Sorry doesn’t feel strong enough.

You scan the room. Some of these people, you had never held conversations with before tonight, and here you were hiding from somebody who wants you all dead. But you notice there are people missing. Beomgyu, who you haven’t seen since the start of the game and, with a sinking feeling in your gut at the realisation—

Lia.

“I have to go.”

Soobin stops you by grabbing your wrist. “Wait, Y/N, what the hell? You can’t go out there—You just said that someone is trying to kill us.”

“I need to find Lia, I can’t leave her.”

His eyes widen, as if also just realising that she’s missing from the room. He curses under his breath. “I—Fuck—Look, I get that, I do, but you can’t just go back out there. I’m sure she’s fine.”

“You don’t know that.” If this where any other situation, you would probably sound childish, complaining about not being able to see your friend.

Soobin just sighs heavily, enclosing your hand in both of his and you savour the warmth. “I just…I invited you here. If something happened to you…”

“Soobin,” you say, voice impossibly soft, “this isn’t your fault. And I don’t blame you. But I wouldn’t forgive myself if something happened to Lia and I didn’t do anything.”

Lia wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for you. She came for you. It should have been just you here, running for your life, but you dragged her into it. If anything had to happen to her because of that?

If something has already happened to her.

You shake your hand out of Soobin’s grip.

“I have to go.”

5 HOURS LEFT

The silence of the house scares you.

At first, you thought you were at an advantage playing in such a big house like this, but now you realise that the seeker could come from anywhere and you wouldn’t know.

You try to come up with a list of people who would want to do this, but draw a blank. You are pretty sure you don’t anybody with psychopathic tenancies.

You think about Lia and where she is and immediately try to think of something else before that turns sour.

She was fine. She had to be.

You see Soobin’s face from when you walked out of the room instead. The solemn look he gave you, like he didn’t expect you to make it back. Like he was already beating himself up over it.

You blink the image away. Sunghoon’s face just before he died, full of fear and shock, replaces it.

You resolutely decide to not think at all.

Keeping close to the walls, you slowly inspect the area and once you make sure that there is no one there, you make to run in the direction of the stairs. However, at the sound of somebody speaking, you hold yourself back and wish to melt into the wall.

“Where are you, you fucker?”

Isa.

When did she leave the screening room?

You have half a mind to run out there and drag her back here with you to shut her up. Instead, you place a hand over your mouth to stop you from making a sound.

A second voice speaks up and your breath quickens. “The point of the game is to hide. It’s not fun when I don’t get to do any seeking.” They try to sound disappointed but the voice distorter they are using makes it impossible to feel anything for them.

“You killed my friend.”

“Would you believe me if I said he walked right into my knife?” they taunt, smirk evident in their voice and you want to reveal yourself, step out there if only to punch this guy in the face.

But you are scared. God, you are so scared.

Isa curses. She grunts. Grunts again. A thud. Something heavy hits the ground. You almost scream, muffle it behind your hand.

The seeker sighs, as though bored. “Two down. You guys are making this easy for me.”

You keep a tight grip on your mouth, clamping down on your tongue hard enough that you taste the metallic tinge of blood in your mouth.

You don’t hear any footsteps so you wait. You count to one hundred in your head and then again to ten. You come out from your hiding place slowly, practically crawling on the ground.

You reach the bottom of the stairs and what you find has you stopping dead in your tracks.

There lays Isa.

Blood spills from her side and chest creating a pool around her body.

Her eyes are still open.

You can’t stop the bile that rises up your throat and retch a thin stream of vomit right next to her.

The combined smell of your sick and the blood makes your stomach churn and burns your nostrils.

Who would do this?

Tears sting your eyes as you contemplate the question but you can’t stay here. You can’t be next.

It feels wrong to just step over her, but you need to get to upstairs. There is a chance that the seeker went that way but there is a also a chance that they stayed downstairs. You don’t like those odds and a part of you just wants to run back to Soobin and hide, but you think of Lia. And force yourself on the staircase.

Crouching low, you take the steps one at a time. What once had left you in awe has frustrated, because who needs so many fucking stairs?

You reach the top eventually. The moment of truth. You look to your right, and see an empty hallway. Exhaling slightly, you turn to the left to find a masked figure standing in the hall.

And they were staring right at you.

Fuck.

You take off running.

The seeker follows.

You hear the mechanic laughter of the seeker behind you, taunting you. Your feet hit the wooden panels beneath you with so much force, the noise rattles in your head.

“You can run, but you can’t hide!” the seeker yells after you maniacally.

The right side of the upstairs area has more twists and turns than its left counterpart, allowing you to faint and confuse your chaser with which direction you are going in.

You had never been an exceptional runner, your chest burns and you feel a painful pull in your stomach, but you keep pushing.

A turn. Then another. This house is a fucking maze.

You hit a dead end. The hallway stops and even though you managed to lose the seeker, there is no doubt that they would catch up with you. And you’d be cornered.

Before you can panic, a hand shoots out from the walls and pulls you in.

You yelp, back hitting somebody’s chest and your screams muffled by the person covering your mouth with their hand.

“Shh, shh, shh, quiet,” they whisper in your ear. Reluctantly, you comply. You try to catch your bearings, slow your breathing like Soobin taught you.

You don’t know how long you stay like that, hand over your mouth, back pressed against somebody’s chest. Sweat breaks out on your upper lip. All you can hear is the sound of breathing and your heart beating in your head.

“I think they’re gone now,” the person whispers, and slowly they release their hold on you, allowing you to finally turn and see your saviour.

Beomgyu.

You release a breath. “Where are we?” The place you find yourself in is a narrow hallway, with wooden planks lining the floor beneath you.

“Secret passage in the walls. They run all through the house.”

“How do you know?”

“Found it running away from some crazy guy with a knife. I think you might know them, actually. Black cloak, looks like they’re on their way to ComicCon?” You know he’s kidding, probably doesn’t know the gravity of the situation. You can’t laugh.

“Sunghoon is dead.”

His face falls. “Oh. Shit. That’s—shit.”

You give him time to come to terms with what you’ve just told him before saying, “I need to find Lia.”

“Lia? Is she the girl you were with? She’s pretty.” You regard him with a scowl and he blanches. “What?”

“Now is not the time to call my friend pretty.”

“I didn’t mean anything by it! It was just an observation. Like, you’re pretty, too, now, I guess.”

“What do you mean now?”

“Well, you don’t have those buck teeth anymore. And you grew into your forehead, too, aww.”

“You’re so…” You never expected to be laughing in a situation like this, where your life is actively in danger and you don’t know if your best friend is safe, but this Beomgyu. He could make you laugh in the worst of situations when you were younger. Like the day you found out you were moving and he had you cracking up until your stomach hurt to distraction you.

You suppose some things never change.

“Hey, where was the last place you saw Lia?” The question snaps you back to reality.

“In the cellar. She was on her way to our room but I don’t know if she made it or went back or��”

“—Then we’ll start there.” He cuts your rambling off so swiftly you almost don’t remember what you were saying. “She’ll be fine.”

You release a breath, nodding. “Okay.”

“These passages have got to lead to the rooms, so all we have to do is follow them, and we should get there easy peasy.” Beomgyu’s simple way of making you feel better after all these years apart makes something warm bloom in your chest. You smile at him gratefully and he returns it.

“And if we don’t find her there we can always just check the cameras in the security room.” He says easily, already walking in the direction you were running from.

You, however, are frozen in place.

“What?”

“Yeah, there are cameras all over the house. Could’ve gone to check there first actually, but we’re closer to the rooms, so.”

You feel your heartbeat quicken and try to calm down. You can’t jump to conclusions. “How do you know that?”

“I’ve been here before,” he admits shrugging, like it isn’t a big deal. Like he’s commenting on the weather.

Like he didn’t disappear as soon as the game started and conveniently found secret passages and knows where the security room is.

No jumping to conclusions.

“And the media room? Do you know where that is?” You have a feeling you know the answer, but you hope you are wrong. You want to be wrong.

“Uh, yeah, I do, actually. Same floor as the security room.”

Whoever it is knows the house. And where the media room is.

Suddenly the passageway is all too small and the walls feel like they are closing in on you.

You can’t move.

“You good?” Beomgyu notices that you aren’t following, looking back at you.

You nod your head stiffly, trying to appear casual and hope you are convincing. He accepts it and turns back to the front, leading the way.

You make up your mind then: the moment you got the opportunity to, you would make a run for it. Get as far away from Beomgyu as possible.

You follow him.

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dark chocolate snap ⤑ ksj & kth | m.

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 the last thing you’d expected a few days before valentine’s, was a text from your friends’ with benefits telling you to meet them at a hotel. however, with all the tasty tricks up their sleeve, you’re sure that valentine’s day will be extra sweet this year. that is, as long as you survive the night with the two men ravishing you as if you’re their last meal… or dessert. 〞friends with benefits au. valentine’s au. pwp au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: seokjin x reader x taehyung

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff ∝ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 15.5k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: heavy bdsm themes, hard (but softer than tae)dom!seokjin, hard dom!taehyung, big cock!seokjin, big cock!taehyung, slight bratty sub!reader, threesome: mfm, public indecency yeehaw, use of sex toys: vibrators, exhibitionism, humiliation, use of blindfolds, grinding, female masturbation, voyeurism, teasing, biting, dirty talk, degradation, finger licking/sucking, fingering, wet and messy, minor breast/nipple play, spanking, face slapping with cock, cock rubbing, rough/sloppy blowjob, choking/gagging on cock, praise, food play: melted chocolate, temperature play, licking/eating food off of a body, power dynamics, pain kink, mild ass worship, pussy eating, deep throating, hair pulling, clit torture, throat bulge, face fucking, slight objectification kink, minor choking, crying, orgasm control, orgasm denial, disobedience/punishment, oral fixation, cock worship, anal play, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, impact play: paddle, some truly inspired use of chocolate, begging, forced orgasm, squirting, overstimulation, unprotected sex, riding, minor male masturbation, ass eating, anal fingering, spitting, anal sex, double penetration, rough sex, deep dicking, creampie, anal creampie, aftercare because yn is a trooper an deserves it for her performance

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: ahhhhhhhh i have no idea wtf is happening in this but either way i love taejin... also this is ACTUALLY pwp because the plot and or background to their relationship is non existent

⤑ edited by my lovely @shadowsremedy, beta read by the sweetest @yeoldontknow, @kithtaehyung, @softyoongiionly, @yoonjinkooked, @sunshinekims, @nottodayjjk, and @vari8tions

⏤ written for the bon appetit collab

Big Daddy 🍆

Princess Suite. Crown Plaza. Sowol-ro. Hannam-dong. Reserved under Kim Seokjin. Taehyung and I will be waiting.

You stare at your phone for a couple of moments, making sure that you’ve got the correct address, as well as the hotel, before looking up at the imposing tower of steel and glass that looms over you. The words ‘Crown Plaza’ are emblazoned at the top of the building; the flavescent neon lighting proudly shimmering against the late-evening sky. Eyes skimming to the entrance, you pull your lower lip between your teeth, before anxiously chewing on it. Currently, you’re in the warm comfort of your Uber, the driver patiently waiting for you to exit her vehicle. However, the harder you scrutinise the length between the door of the cab, to the hotel’s front door, the more you feel like turning tail and running away. And that’s nothing to say for the way the distance seems to increase with each passing second; though, you’re sure that’s more to do with your apprehension than anything.

Turning to the Uber driver, “Is there any way you can get closer to the entrance?” you question. The woman looks at you strangely before shaking her head.

“This is the drop off,” comes her laconic response.

At her words, you bite your lip harder - hard enough to almost draw blood - before nodding your head. For a second time that evening, you consider asking the driver to take you back home. Nonetheless, you know that’s not an option: Seokjin and Taehyung most likely waiting for you in the hotel suite. Though, honestly speaking, your tentativeness is all thanks to them in the first place. After all, who the hell ordered their lover to go to a hotel completely naked, with only a winter coat to keep them covered? Answer? Seokjin and Taehyung. Of course, it’s partially your own fault. Mostly because, you’re the one who told both your friends’ with benefits that you wanted more spontaneity and thrill in your relationship. Although, this was not what you had in mind; i.e. Seokjin texting you the moment you’d gotten home from work to strip and get to the hotel.

“Are you getting out? I have other customers,” the woman prompts, and realising she’s grown impatient, you send her an apologetic smile before nodding. Well, there’s no turning back now.

Taking a deep breath, you tug the coat tighter around you - ensuring each of the buttons are securely fastened, lest you unwittingly flash someone - before opening the door and exiting the Uber. The moment you step outside, a gust of wind blows by. It carries the brisk chill of the winter on its back, and skimming through the heavy tweed of Seokjin’s coat, the gale kisses your skin, leaving the surface gelid under its touch. Instantly, a violent shiver runs down your back, the wintry breeze causing you to huddle into the little warmth offered by the jacket. Under its sharp bite, your nipples twist to hardness, almost painfully, the sudden ache causing you to suck in a sharp breath. Surreptitiously, you chance a glance towards your chest, only to let out a breath of relief. With how thick the jacket is, the hardened peaks of your breasts are hidden - the bulky material effectively hiding them.

For a brief moment, you contemplate getting back in your Uber, but, just as the thought crosses your mind, the car behind speeds off, leaving you alone in the cold. With your choice made for you, your next option is to simply run towards the hotel lobby, because - now that you look at it - the distance isn’t that great. Nevertheless, you know that’s simply not an option. And that’s thanks to the second demand your paramours had asked of you. The remote control vibrator resting just within the walls of your sex. Courtesy of one, Kim Taehyung. It’s small, and motionless right now, but paired with your naked body, and the sight of people simply milling about, the feel of it inside you is prominent - inescapable.

With the fear of the toy falling out of you, and alerting everyone to your lewd, depraved actions, you gingerly begin making your way to the entrance. As you walk, you keep your thighs clenched together, in a bid to retain the silicon toy inside of you, though, that’s easier said than done. Each of your steps has the silken lining of Seokjin’s coat sliding against your naked skin; the soft touch, paired with the thrill of your brazen actions and the biting air, causing your walls to intermittently convulse - threatening to push the toy out of you. Nonetheless, after long, drawn-out moments, you finally reach the front doors.

Just as you take a step to enter the lobby, however, another gust of wind blows past, and this time, after ruffling through Seokjin’s coat, it brushes against your bare core. Automatically, a soughed whimper falls from your lips - the chilled air against your heated sex making your skin prickle with goosebumps. The sensation has your inner walls clenching inadvertently, and under the reflexive movement, the feel of the rounded vibrator inside you intensifies. Against your will, you feel your cunt release a fresh wave of arousal - the wetness trickling out of you and along your thighs. Skin flushing with humiliation at the slickness that coats your flesh, you swiftly open the front door and step into the hotel - the sooner you get to the suite the better.

A pleasant heat assaults your senses as soon as you enter; the warmth a stark juxtaposition to the frigid cold you’d just escaped from. Before you can enjoy the welcomed change, however, the vibrator inside you flares to life. Viciously, it thrums inside you and as the intense vibrations stimulate your inner nerves, your walls unintentionally pulse - a second, thicker gush of wetness slipping out of you and down your thighs. The reverberations take you by surprise, and automatically, you clench your legs. Unable to stop yourself, however, you let out a high-pitched squeak. Beside you, the doorman gives you an odd look, and cheeks flushing with heat, you turn away from him. Rather, your eyes skim across the foyer.

Surprisingly, despite the lateness of the evening, a hoard of people occupy the hotel’s reception - all of them dressed to impress as they casually mill about - and eyes landing onto the sign at one end of the lobby, you understand why. The hotel is currently hosting some form of speed dating event. Seeing the crowd, an inkling of despair flits through you, especially when you feel the pulsating toy shift inside of you. You continue looking around the palatially decorated room, yet, no matter how many times your eyes sweep across the floor, you can’t seem to locate either of your lovers - whoever it is blending in with the throng of people that loiters around the foyer. Just as your gaze lands on the reception, your pocket buzzes, and pulling out your phone, you look at your newest text.

Dr Dick 👅

Go straight to the reception. Don’t be late.

Then, as if in a warning, the vibrator’s reverberations intensify for a short moment, before coming to a halt. Unwittingly, a small mewl slips from your lips, and sucking in a deep, steadying breath, you cautiously make your way to the reception counter. As soon as you approach them, the two employees rise to their feet and greet you with a smile.

“How can we help you?” one of them asks. The second you open your mouth to respond, however, the vibrator inside you suddenly begins moving - this time, at a much higher setting than before. The unexpected movement forces a gasp out of you, and body going rigid, you watch as both the receptionists look at you in alarm. Thinking on your feet, you quickly morph your gasp into a forced cough.

Corners of your lips twisting into a weak smile, “Sorry about that. I’ve, uhh, got a reservation under Kim Seokjin,” you respond. Your voice is shaky, and higher than you intended it to be, and responsively both of them look at you oddly. Nonetheless, rather than commenting on your strange behaviour, they nod their head, and turn back to their computer.

“Just give us a moment to find your reservation,” one of them responds, the other beginning to type out something. Feebly, you nod your head, your hands moving to casually drum on the countertop.

Despite your nonchalant demeanour, however, internally you feel your resolve slowly begin to crumble. Molten desire pools within the pits of your stomach with each passing moment, the vibrations of the toy stimulating the deep erogenous zones inside of you and causing bristles of pleasure to prickle at your flesh. Discreetly, you look around, the sight of the crowd causing your blood to bubble with pleasure. They mindlessly mill about, completely unawares to the way the vibrator rhythmically pulses inside of you. Walls rippling, you feel the contractions threaten to push the vibrator out of you, and muscles locking in alarm, you discreetly clench your thighs - willing it further inside of you. Thankfully, on one hand, the movement has it retreating back into the safety of your walls. Thanklessly, on the other, it pushes in deeper, causing your breath to unwittingly hitch when it brushes against a particularly sensitive spot.

“It’s the Princess Suite, you can find it on the forty-third floor. Here’s your key,” the employee states all of a sudden. Their voice draws your attention, and you watch as one of them slides a golden keycard across the marble countertop, “We hope you enjoy your stay with us. Checkout is midday tomorrow,” they continue.

As soon as you pick up the keycard, the vibrator comes to a still. Letting out a quiet exhale, you smile wanly at both the employees, and, “Thank you,” you reply. Then, turning on your heels, you quickly stalk towards the elevator. With each step, the sticky slipperiness of your thighs grows more apparent - your wetness dripping out of you and along your flesh. The sensation causes you to pick up speed, and before long, you approach the lift. Luckily, just as you reach the doors, they open - a young couple exiting out. Not wanting to waste any time, you quickly make your way into the amber-lit chamber and click the button that leads to your floor.

As soon as the elevator doors shut, a tinkling chime ringing through the air, you let out a deep breath of relief. Somehow, you’d done it. Somehow, despite your own embarrassment and consciousness, you’d managed to walk into the hotel completely naked - even with a vibrator pulsing inside of you. Now, you just have to make it to your room. The elevator ride is short, in spite of how high up your reserved suite is, and before long, a familiar bell resounds through the air - signalling your arrival. Lift doors opening, you walk out into the short corridor. Two doors meet your eyes, one one either side of you; and eyes skimming the gold plaques, you locate the one that has ‘Princess Suite’ embossed in black into the surface.

Swiping your keycard through the slot, a low beep alerts you to the bolt unlocking, and without further delay, you enter the room. Automatically, the lights flicker on, and as the space is flooded by croceate lighting, your breath catches in the midst of your throat. The suite is opulent to say the least - rich shades of gold, ivory and walnut meeting your eyes. As you take in the lavishly decorated front room, you can’t help but wonder how much Seokjin and Taehyung shelled out in order to reserve the suite. It must have cost a small fortune. The thought of it causes your stomach to twist, and involuntarily, butterflies bloom within your abdomen.

At the remembrance of your two lovers, your shoulders perk up. You step through the entrance, and after crossing the living room, you make your way to what you assume is the bedroom. Luckily, your guess is right, and immediately, you’re met with the sight of a large four-poster bed - adorned in goose-down pillows and draped in satin sheets. Nonetheless, as inviting as it looks, there’s only one glaring thing missing: Seokjin and Taehyung. From their texts, they’d made it seem as if they were waiting for you. But, apparently, that hadn’t been the case. Corners of your nose scrunching, you move to pull out your phone and call Seokjin, however, before you can, something catches your eyes.

Approaching the mattress, your eyebrow quirks at the sight of the small envelope casually resting at the edge of the bed. Easily recognising the handwriting on the surface, the thin scrawl belonging to none other than Seokjin, you pick up the letter. It’s thicker than you’d thought, and as it rests in your hands, you feel something soft nestled within it. Curiosity piqued, you flip it over, and opening it, you pull out two items - a broad, silk ribbon, and a small piece of paper. ‘Put on the blindfold and wait. We’ll be there for you soon.’ Eyes tracing the words over and over again, a small frown forms at the edges of your mouth. You had to wait even longer? God, whatever they had planned better be worth it.

Despite your slight aggravation, you slip the note back into the envelope and place it back on the bed. Then, perching on the edge of the mattress, you tie the blindfold around your eyes and begin your waiting game. Hunger churns through your bloodstream, your neediness growing with each moment that passes. It doesn’t help that the silken lining of Seokjin’s coat presses flush against your sex, the sleek material clinging to your folds thanks to the lubricious wetness that slicks your cunt. The musky heat at the apex of your thighs grows uncomfortable, and hips squirming, you try to get into a more comfortable position, only to let out a whimper when your pussy glides across the silk-like fabric.

Entrance rippling, you feel your clit throb for attention and a low mewl of wanton need escapes your mouth. Repeating the action, you grind your cunt further into the jacket, and this time, when the fabric brushes against your engorged clit, you let out a hoarse cry. With nothing to distract you, and no one to stop you, you spread your legs a little wider and push your hands between your thighs. Pads of your fingertips grazing your swollen bundle of nerves, a spark of electric pleasure jolts up your spine, and throwing your head back, you groan out in ecstasy.

Hips writhing, you begin grinding into your hand, your fingers dancing across your slit as high-pitched keens intermittently escape your mouth. You can feel how wet you are, a dense film of stick slickness coating your walls; stringy trails of your arousal oozing out of your entrance and onto the sheets. Digits gliding through your cunt, you begin rolling your clit in deep circles, your thighs beginning to tremble. With each roll of your hips, the vibrator shifts inside of you - its surreptitious movements causing your frustration to build up - and unable to bear it any longer, your desperation growing to urgent levels, you lay back on the bed.

Spreading your legs a little wider, you move your hand back to your sex, your fingers slipping past the heavy tweed of Seokjin’s jackets. For a few moments, you trace the outline of your sex - running your fingers across your slit and over your clit - and once the lengths are sufficiently wet, you dip two fingers into your dripping walls. Easily, your entrance accepts the intrusion, and fingertips coming into contact with the toy, your head lolls back and your mouth falls open in a ragged cry. You hook the crook of your second knuckles around the loop attached to the toy, and once it’s secure, you begin pumping your digits in and out of you; simultaneously dragging the smooth silicon toy through your folds. When your fingers push particularly deep, the vibrator pressing flush against your sweet spot, a heavy moan resounds through the air, and knowing your body well, you can feel your orgasm draw nearer.

Fingers picking up speed, you thrust them quicker in and out of you - using both, the pleasure of your digits plunging in and out of you, along with the vibrator stimulating your g-spot - to bring you closer and closer to the brink of pleasure. You have no idea how long passes, with you sitting there, your clit grinding against the silken lining as your fingers pump in and out of you, but soon, you lose yourself in your own pleasure. Thick ropes of arousal drip out of you, pooling under you and percolating into the jacket, undoubtedly leaving a puddle of your arousal in the material. Just as you feel yourself teeter on the precipice of pleasure, your thighs trembling uncontrollably, a low voice cuts through the air.

“Oh? Now, what do we have here?”

Shoulders tensing at the sound, you let out a whimper, your hand immediately coming to a still. Blindfold still wrapped around your head, you can’t see who it is, nor where they are. But, you don’t need to see to know who it is. From the rich, sweet tenor, and the slight wry intonation to his droll, you already know it’s Seokjin. Footfalls pad against the carpet, and as the noise draws nearer to you, you feel your body tremor with anticipation and excitement. Lifting your back, your elbows falling to either side of the mattress as you brace yourself, you look ahead, your head tilting to the side as you’re met with the darkness of the blindfold.

“Seokjin...” you breathe out heavily, the tenseness in your shoulders alleviating as you relax. The older man simply hums, the timbre of his voice resonating through the quiet room. His heavy presence draws nearer to you, until you can feel it loom over you, the hair at the back of your nap standing on edge. Instinctively, even though you’re blindfolded, you tilt your neck up; blindly searching for him. “Where’s Taehyung?” you ask, your head tilting around the room, your ears on alert - searching for any sound that would signal you to his presence.

One hand falls to your stomach, and slipping through the buttoned seam of your coat, you feel long, cool fingers dance across your naked skin. Deft fingers flittering over your bare stomach, “Right here, Kitten,” he drawls, the deep tremor to his voice causing your stomach to quiver.

“Took you both long enough. I’ve been waiting for a while, you know,” you pout, your lower lip jutting out.

“And yet, you couldn’t really wait, could you?” Seokjin hums.

Before you can reply, you feel a pair of plump lips graze across the outer shell of your ear. Warm breath fans across your skin, the feathery sensation causing a shiver of anticipation to run down your spine. All of a sudden, a sharp sting jolts through you, and feeling Seokjin bite down on the tip of your ear, you let out a small yelp. “Hmm, I don’t think either of us told you to play with yourself, did we, Taehyung?” Seokjin questions, his voice low and dangerous. As he speaks, you feel a pair of hands trace the placket of Seokjin’s coat, dexterous fingers systematically unfastening each of the buttons.

“No. I believe our instructions were to ‘Put on the blindfold and wait’,” Taehyung responds, a playful lilt colouring his voice.

With each clasp undone, more and more of your body is revealed to their eyes, until all of a sudden, the material falls to either side of your body - revealing your naked figure. The warmth you’d built up from the jacket immediately dissipates, and cool air descending over your bare flesh, you feel your nipples twist to hardness. Two sharp inhales fill the air, the sounds identical as Seokjin and Taehyung suck in a breath at the sight.

“At least she listened to one of our orders,” Taehyung chuckles, and though his sentence is light and airy, you easily pick up the slight edge to his voice.

Breath hitching, you feel him trail his hand down your abdomen and towards the apex of your thighs. Reaching your pubic mound, he begins tracing lazy circles into your skin, the teasing sensation causing you to mew in pleasure. When his fingertips brush against the hood of your clit, you gasp out his name, your hips autonomously bucking up into his hand. Not wasting a moment, he pushes his digits between your thighs, and swipes them through your dewy lips. A guttural groan spills from your mouth, your head falling backwards as you feel Taehyung delicately toy with the slick creases of your pussy.

“Oh? You’re fucking soaked. Did you enjoy being a nasty little slut?” Taehyung coos; thick derision dripping from his voice, like viscous honey.

On the side of you, a hand trails along your arm, and gently encircling around your wrist, he picks up your own hand. Bringing your fingers up to his mouth, he - Seokjin, you think - begins swiping your wet fingers across the soft folds. Voluptuous lips wrap around your digits, and feeling them enveloped by a wet, warm mouth, your skin flushes with the heat of desire. Seokjin’s tongue begins swirling across the lengths - and between his velvet appendage swiping over your fingers, as well as his mouth intermittently suckling - he cleans off your own arousal.

Releasing them from his mouth with a wet pop, “I think she did,” Seokjin chimes in with a low chuckle. Then, languidly twirling his tongue around the tips of your digits, “Our Princess is a depraved little whore, isn’t she? Getting off while walking around in public naked, with a vibrator inside her,” he continues. Their words have the tips of your ears tinging with heat - this time, with mortification.

“B-But you made me-” you try to argue. As soon as the words slip past your lips, however, Taehyung plunges two fingers inside of you, before splaying them wide. The unexpected intrusion has the vibrator pressing further into you, and paired with the burn of the stretch, your words are quickly morphed into a throaty groan.

“But no one told you to enjoy it so much,” he remarks, a sadistic inflection to his voice, and though you can’t see his face, you can practically feel the smirk that crawls onto his face.

“Enjoy? I-I didn’t-,” you try to counter. One of your nipples slots between two crooked fingers, and twisting them between his knuckles, Seokjin immediately stops your protests. Responsively, you moan, your back arching off of the bed.

“Don’t lie to us, Princess,” he hisses in warning. Then, soothingly stroking your nipple with the pad of his thumb, “We can already tell how much you enjoyed it. You’re so wet I can smell you from here,” he drawls. The vulgarity of his words has your spine tingling, and involuntarily, your entrance quivers around Taehyung’s fingers. In response, Taehyung starts to indolently thrust his digits into you, his thumb simultaneously pressing to your clit as he rolls it in light circles. Pleasure rippling through you, your hips squirm, and you push your sex further into his hand.

Above you, you feel someone’s head dip close to your abdomen, the silken ends of long hair tickling your bare flesh. The man presses a soft kiss to your stomach, just above your naval, and after swirling his tongue through the indentation, “You really are wet…” Taehyung comments. His fingers pick up speed, and hearing the clear squelching sounds of your pussy, Taehyung and Seokjin laugh. “Messy girl,” Taehyung coos.

Seokjin presses his nose to the side of your breast, and after lightly nipping the skin, he languidly swipes his tongue over your hardened nipple. “But we can get you messier, can’t we?” he murmurs.

With that, both of them suddenly draw away from you. Their warmth dissipating from your body, you let out a low whine of protest. Nonetheless, it doesn’t last long, because without a moment’s hesitation, they flip you onto your back - undoubtedly using Seokjin’s coat for help. Thanks to your blindfold, the gesture is unexpected, and startling, you let out a surprised shriek. One hand drags the hem of the coat up, revealing your bare ass to their gaze, and before you can say anything, another hand drops down onto your plump flesh. Pain flares across your skin - the sensation heralded by a sharp slap echoing through the air - causing you to hiss and push your ass back towards the hand.

“Take off the coat,” Seokjin orders,

“Then, get on your hands and knees,” Taehyung commands, their voices resound through the air back to back, as though with practiced ease. Though, realistically, you just know it’s from the amount of time you’ve spent together.

Your body moves on its own, as if trained to obey, and after shedding Seokjin’s heavy coat, you manoeuvre your body onto your hands and knees, your ass sticking in the air. In front of you, you feel the mattress dip, and when the sensual, spiced scent of nutmeg and musk fills your senses, you know it’s Taehyung; another presence behind you alerting you to Seokjin’s positioning. Thanks to your new position, you have no doubt that your body is bared to your lovers in the best way possible, and core trembling - another wave of arousal leaking out of you - you whimper out their names.

“P-Please,” comes your soughed plea.

In front of you, you feel the bed shift, and lifting your head up, you attempt to peek through the partial slit at the bottom of the blindfold. Before you can make out anything, however, you feel someone gently cup your chin between the side of his hand and his thumb. Carefully, yet firmly, he tilts your head downwards - the gesture filled with domineering authority. Pad of his thumb brushing against your lower lip, you feel him delicately trace the outline of your petal.

“Such pretty lips,” Taehyung murmurs. His hold only lasts a few moments, because the next thing you know, he’s letting your chin go. “But do you know when your lips look the prettiest?” he continues. The bed shifts once again, before the rustle of clothing fills the air; the sound accompanied by that of Seokjin rummaging behind you. Before you can comprehend what’s happening, however, Taehyung’s placing his large hand on the back of your head and lowering your face. Within moments, your mouth comes into contact with the leaky velvet of Taehyung’s cockhead; his precum staining your lips.

“Ah,” you gasp, the barest hint of his heady essence tinging your palate.

“It’s when they’re wrapped around my cock,” Taehyung purrs. Mouth watering, you instinctively part your lips and dive forward - blindly. Eyesight obscured, your cheeks slap against the side of Taehyung’s cock, and above you, he laughs, “Such a desperate, cockhungry kitten.” Suddenly, a thud resonates through the air, and feeling the heavy weight of Taehyung’s cock slap your cheek, you let out a little whimper. “Do you want to suck my cock that badly?” he coos.

Nodding your head furiously, you press your cheek further into the velvet hardness and stroke your face against it, “Please, can I?” you question. Laden with a mix of heavy lust and desirous need, your voice has Taehyung’s chest rumbling in approval.

“That’s my Kitten. You’ll be good and take me into your mouth, won’t you?” he asks. Again, you eagerly nod your head. Chuckling, “Open, slut,” he orders.

Not wasting a single moment, your mouth parts open, and with a pleased hum, Taehyung begins to feed you his cock. The moment you feel the weight of his cockhead on your tongue, you seal your lips around his girth; autonomously creating a vacuum-like seal.

Bit by bit, Taehyung pushes his cock into you, one hand faithfully on the back of your head as his shaft presses further and further into your silken wetness. With each inch, the underside drags against the flat of your tongue - dousing your palate in his potent flavour; the taste only causing your mouth to water - and with the aid of your spit, his length easily fills your mouth. Mere moments later, the lip of his cockhead grazing against the back of your tongue, Taehyung’s crown bumps against your tonsils. The feel of his cock pressed against the entrance to your throat causes you to choke, and spluttering around his shaft, you feel your eyes begin to sting with tears.

“Oh… Fuck yeah… Such a pretty cock-stuffed mouth. You always look so good filled with our cocks,” Taehyung moans, undoubtedly relishing in the velvet warmth of your mouth around his girth. Under his praise, you preen, a flutter of pride rippling through you, and in response, you forcibly will your oesophageal muscles to relax.

Out of the blue, and just before you can swallow, you feel a trickling, hot sensation drip down onto the curve of your spine. Heat flares across your flesh, and feeling the sharp sting, you cry out - the sound stifled by Taehyung’s cock. Taken by surprise, you arch your back, the movement inadvertently forcing the shaft further into your mouth, and as a result, you gag. Head jerking in surprise, you try to pull off Taehyung and turn your head towards Seokjin. Nevertheless, keeping a steady hand on the back of your skull, your lover keeps you in place. Swiftly, the heat dissipates, only to be replaced by the soft sensation of Seokjin’s tongue tracing the length of your spine as he licks up whatever it is he’d dribbled onto you.

“W-What is that?” you question, the words muffled as your tongue strains under the velvet weight of his girth.

“Melted chocolate... Spontaneous and thrilling enough for you?” Seokjin murmurs. As he speaks, he runs his tongue over the outline of your backbone, and when he reaches the top of your ass, he grazes his teeth against the plump flesh.

“Oh, fuck yes,” you breathe out, your core quivering in a mix of anticipation and excitement. The blindfold, paired with Seokjin’s actions, has the pits of your abdomen flooding with liquid lust.

Behind you, the older man notices the way the ringed entrance to your cunt pulsates, and with a light chuckle, “You like that, Princess?” he asks. Unhesitantly, you nod your head, the motion causing Taehyung’s cock to jolt within your mouth.

“We thought you would,” Taehyung hums, his fingertips affectionately stroking your scalp. “Now, my Kitten’s going to let me fuck her throat, isn’t she? All while Seokjin plays with you,” he coos, and again, you nod your head. For a brief moment, Taehyung pauses, and then, “I’m going to remove your blindfold now, Kitten. But I want you to keep your eyes on me okay?” he continues.

“Wait- I thought we were going to leave it on?” Seokjin asks. Taehyung shrugs, or at least, you think he does. All you feel is the slight movement of his body.

“I was. But, she looks so pretty when she looks at me with her mouth full of cock,” Taehyung responds.

Exhaling a breath of amusement, “That she does,” Seokjin agrees.

Taehyung slips the blindfold off of you, and lurid beams of flavescent gold flooding your vision, you immediately squint. You blink carefully, allowing your eyes to slowly adjust to the light. It only takes a few moments, and growing accustomed to the luminance, your gaze immediately comes into contact with Taehyung. He sits above you, his back casually pressed to the walnut headboard, and completely naked. Under the croceate lighting, the deep golden undertones of his skin are highlighted, causing his body to be encapsulated by a gilded halo. Thick thighs are spread on either side of your face, the bulging muscles bunched up and spread across the mattress - only making his limbs seem broader.

Through the thick of your lashes, your eyes still slightly blurry from when you’d gagged around his cock, you stare up at him; the sight causing Taehyung to groan in pleasure. Hand slipping from the back of your head to your face, he cups your chin, and angling it up slightly, “Mmmm. That’s one of my favourite sights,” he purrs.

Behind you, Seokjin drips more of the melted chocolate onto your body. Drop by drop, he drizzles the liquified confection along your back, and with each gesture, you feel your skin smart with the heat. Pain interweaves with pleasure, the sharp stings making you hiss and writhe while your walls rhythmically clamp around the silicon vibrator still resting inside you. Your lover allows the chocolate to trickle down your back, forming small, heated rivers of cocoa, and once it cools, he soothes the burn with his tongue - licking and nipping as he leaves his own marks onto your flesh.

With each whorl of his tongue, he effortlessly sucks the drying confectionary off of you, his plump lips dragging across your body. Under his ministrations, your skin turns febrile, and sensitive - from more than just the molten chocolate. Each dribble is erratic - the timing random, and unpredictable - and with Taehyung keeping your eyes firmly locked onto him, you simply can’t foresee when Seokjin is going to dribble the next dollop onto you. Especially since there’s no real pattern; some coming in quick succession - his teeth scraping and biting your flesh, leaving it tender under his ministrations; while others come slowly, with long delays between them - his lips and tongue roving over your back as he licks you up.

Gradually, however, Seokjin trails his way down your spine, until you feel his lips drag against the tops of your plump cheeks. Suddenly, Seokjin pours some more chocolate onto you - this time, directly onto the rounded flesh, and at a much higher volume. It drips down the surface, all the way to the sensitive tops of your thighs, making them quake as you feel it lick trails of fiery pleasure across your skin, only for the swelter to dissipate with moments - leaving you with nothing but the prickling stings of heat. Crying out in pleasure, you thrust your hips backward; directly into Seokjin’s waiting mouth. Silken wetness flat against your cheek, he licks up the molten confection sensually - practically making a meal out of you. His tongue tracks a broad line from the bottom of your ass, all the way to the top, and when he’s cleaned it all up, he harshly bites down on your plump globe.

Hissing in a mix of pain and pleasure, your head automatically moves to look at him. However, gripping your chin firmly, Taehyung tuts at you. “Eyes on me,” he reminds you, punctuating his words with a harsh thrust of his hips. Tip of his cockhead ramming against your tonsils, you splutter around his girth, the reaction causing pools of saliva to surge around your tongue. Inadvertently, it causes you to soak his shaft in your spit, small trails oozing out of the tight seal of your mouth and down his shaft.

Meanwhile, behind you, Seokjin drops his hands to the backs of your thighs, and thumbs pressing to your ass, he spreads you open for him. Nether lips saturated with your wetness, he unabashedly takes in the sight of you: the way the tight ring of muscles twitches, the vibrator threatening to spill out of you, and how your flesh oozes your arousal. Thin, filmy strings of your essence leak from your cunt, the threads clinging to your folds and hanging in the air. Flicking his tongue, he catches one of the ropes on its hollow, and as your laden taste bathes his palate, he lets out a deep groan.

“Mmmm. You taste even better than the chocolate… Such a sweet cunt,” he groans, his lips tickling your pussy with each word. Wrapping his mouth around your folds, he teasingly sucks for a fleeting moment - pulling more of your wetness into his mouth - before releasing them with a wet pop. “I could eat you forever,” he adds with a purr.

Placing the tip of his tongue flat on your pulsing bundle of nerves, Seokjin licks a broad line up the length of your pussy; from the hood of your clit, along your slit, and towards your leaking hole. As your heady taste deepens - the thick slickness coating his taste buds and leaving them heavy with your flavour - he purrs in pleasure. The vibrations dart up your nerves, stimulating every single one, while simultaneously setting them aflame with lust. Your eyelids flutter at the sensation, and loosened by your pleasure, your pharynx eases slightly; allowing the crown of Taehyung’s cock to slip further into your throat.

Seokjin runs the tip of his tongue through the creases of your fold, and after swirling the point around your quivering entrance, he pulls away. Abruptly, he smacks your ass, and biting down harshly onto your ass cheeks - hard enough to leave the indents of his teeth into the surface, “Spread yourself,” he orders. The sharp impact has you yelping around Taehyung’s cock, and flesh of your mouth vibrating along his shaft, his head lolls back in pleasure as he lets out a guttural moan.

You dig your knees further into the bed - using them to both anchor your body, and your weight - before doing as he says. Fingertips digging into the flesh of your ass, you spread both cheeks for Seokjin, bearing yourself wide open for him. The new position causes you to fall further onto Taehyung’s shaft, and as his blunt head pierces into you by another inch, you feel your throat constrict - protesting the intrusion. Responsively, you gag, the stifled sound of you retching around his length filling the air as the tears welling in your eyes thicken.

By now, he’s got just under half of his cock buried into the velvet cavern of your mouth; his cockhead pressing mercilessly against the aperture of your pharynx - threatening to slip past the ring of muscles and into your oesophagus. Pools of spit seep out of the straining seal of your lips, dribbling down your chin and over his shaft, leaving your skin glistening under the amber light. Taehyung takes in the sight of your misted gaze, and spit-stained face, and letting out a derisive coo, he indolently strokes your cheek. Thumb moving to brush your eye, he swipes one of your tears away.

“Such a messy slut,” he purrs, the snark to his words undercut by the affection that colours his eyes.

Deft fingertips tease the folds of your slit, Seokjin running his fingers through your soaked pussy. He hooks his knuckles around the small loop sticking out of you, before harshly tugging at it. As it pulls out of you, your walls stretch around the rounded girth, and easily, it slips from your cunt - aided by the copious amounts of your arousal that coat it. Despite its small size, the moment it’s out of the walls of your core, you whine in displeasure; your pussy feeling empty. However, your dissatisfaction doesn’t last long, because suddenly, an acute sensation of feverish pain floods your senses.

Out of the blue, Seokjin pours a dense stream of the liquified chocolate over the swells of your ass, the deluge flowing down the contours of your plump cheeks and towards your inner thighs - dangerously close to the lips of your cunt. Pained pleasure flares across your flesh, the heat radiating from the chocolate mixing with that of your cunt. Involuntarily, your back arches, and pushing your hips further into the air, you thrust your bare cunt towards Seokjin. Seizing the opportunity, Seokjin drags the broad of his tongue over your flesh, sensually lapping up the chocolate from your body. When his velvet appendage teases the lips of your sex, you moan in pleasure. Muscles of your pussy convulsing, your cunt releases a thick gush of wetness, your juices trickling down your slit and towards Seokjin’s tongue.

Humming under you, Seokjin places the tip of his tongue to your clit. Then, licking a line through your slit, he gathers your arousal onto the dip of his appendage. Your heady essence pools onto his palate, and your innate flavour mixing with the sweetness of the chocolate, Seokjin groans in pleasure. He presses his face deeper into your cunt, and tongue plunging into your rippling entrance, he buries it as far as he can into your internal walls. Feeling the agile muscles glide into your depths, your hips jerk in pleasure, a muffled cry of bliss resonating through the air.

Euphoria blurs your senses, and eyes fluttering shut, you feel your blood bubble with ecstasy. In response, your pharynx eases, and with a well-timed thrust, Taehyung pushes his cockhead further into your throat. Unwittingly, you swallow, and with one smooth motion, Taehyung buries the entirety of his cock into you - aided by the contracting muscles of your throat, and the spit coating his length. The thick of Taehyung’s girth pushes into your silken tightness, and with each inch he forces inside of you, the muscles of your oesophagus stretch - pulling apart around the shape of his member - until your nose is pressed against his abdomen.

“Ah- Fuck yes. That’s my Kitten,” Taehyung praises. Hands moving to grip your head, his fingers card through your scalp, only to fist around the roots of your hair.

Underneath you, Seokjin begins plunging his tongue in and out of you, accentuating each thrust with a whorl of his appendage through your walls. Each swirl has him tasting your pulsating cunt, stroking your inner flesh, and stimulating your nerve ending. Spikes of frenzied want lance through you with every ministration, and body prickling with heat, you sink further into pleasure. Nails digging into your ass, you spread your cheeks wider - purposely allowing Seokjin better access to your dripping entrance - before rocking your hips into his face.

Voluptuous lips tugging into a lopsided smirk, Seokjin retreats his tongue from inside of you. A moan of objection bubbles at the top of your throat, however, just as it starts to spill out of you and around Taehyung’s cock, you watch as the younger man exchanges a look with the older one. Curiosity colours your being, but before you can ponder their interchange, Seokjin suddenly presses something familiar flat against your clit. Abruptly, the vibrator flavours to life, and with it held to your sensitive, needy bundle of nerves, you shriek in pleasure - the sound straining around the shaft buried in your oesophagus.

Your shriek reverberates around Taehyung, and groaning at the stimulation, his hold on your hair tightens. A predatory, borderline sadistic, smirk curls onto your lovers lips, and watching the smile, your stomach somersaults. His eyes flash with mirth, and having known Taehyung for a while, you already know what’s coming - you can tell from his reaction. Without any semblance of a warning, Taehyung retreats his cock out of your throat. The veined underside drags against your tongue, and when his head reaches the aperture of your pharynx, you feel him roughly thrust back into you.

In one, fluid motion, his cock pierces into your throat once again, the feel of his blunt head ramming through the soft tightness of your oesophagus causing you to groan. Immediately, you gag around him, the lewd sounds of wet retching echoing through the air. Nevertheless, your gagging - paired with the rhythmic pulsing of your throat, and its welcoming warmth - only urge Taehyung on. One of his hands moves to wrap around your neck, and thumb pressing against the bulge of his cock, Taehyung begins gently stroking the outline.

Roughly, he begins thrusting in and out of your mouth; using your throat as his personal cocksleeve - as though it was made for his own pleasure. With each snap of his hips, his blunt head rams through your oesophagus, the smooth muscles straining around his girth, and causing your flesh to turn tender. Thumb pressing further onto your distended neck, Taehyung relishes in the feel of his shaft plunging in and out of your mouth. In response, he tightens his hold on your throat, just enough to further feel the shape of his own cock buried inside of you.

“Fuck. You’re so good for me, Kitten. Such a good cockhungry Kitten,” he grunts, each word punctuated with a particularly hard snap of his hips. “Ugh. God. You like this don’t you? You love it when I use your throat like this. When I fuck it hard, and raw,” he continues. The vulgarity of his words causes you to keen in pleasure, and tears spilling freely from your eyes, you look up at him imploringly. “Shit. Look at you. Crying while I bruise your oesophagus. You’re so good for us, Kitten. Fucking- shit,” he moans, his head falling back to rest on the headboard.

Between your thighs, Seokjin relentlessly presses the vibrator against your clit, and as it intensely thrums, you feel your clit smart with pleasure. With how hard it’s pressed to your throbbing bud, the reverberations jolting through every single one of your nerves and setting them on fire, you feel your skin flash with heat. Liquid lust floods your stomach, an intense knot forming deep within its pits. Your thighs quiver on either side of Seokjin’s face, and feeling the intensity of the toy’s thrumming, another wave of tears floods your eyes. As much as you enjoy the pleasure, it’s too much all at once - your neglected clit overly sensitive by now - and as a result, you sob around Taehyung’s cock - even as he continues thrusting it into your throat.

Vehemently, your hips squirm, in a bid to get away from the ferocious vibration. However, Seokjin is stronger than you, and all your struggle does is cause him to press the vibrator even harder into your engorged, weeping bundle of nerves. Heat blisters your skin, hot spikes of euphoria lancing at your being as your orgasm draws nearer and nearer. From the way your entrance erratically convulses, the quiver matched by your thighs and writhing hips, Seokjin knows you’re close. Tongue darting out, he presses the tip to your ringed entrance - relishing in the way it contracts around his appendage - before he tantalisingly traces the outline of your leaking hole.

“Don’t cum,” he orders, a playful lilt to his voice as he practically sings out the words. Despair intermingles with your pleasure at his words. You need to cum. In fact, with how close you are, you don’t think you even have the will to hold off. Something you know he knows. “If you cum, Taehyung will punish you,” Seokjin drawls. As he speaks, his tongue plunges further into your cunt - impaling you on the velvet muscle - and sliding into you, the vibrations of his words spark through your internal walls.

Despite his warning, between the unrelenting vibrator against your clit, and Seokjin’s words reverberating through your internal walls, you feel yourself careen off of the brim of pleasure. Ecstasy surges through you, the overwhelming euphoria of your orgasm flooding your entire being, and causing your blood to bubble within your veins. Body falling forward, your hands fall from your ass and onto the mattress, your toes curling while your fists ball into the sheets. Above you, Taehyung rips his cock out of you, and senses overpowered by rapturous bliss, you barely register the pain of his cock retreating from your oesophagus. Rather, you fall limply onto the bed, your cheek pressing to Taehyung’s thigh as you weep in pleasure.

As you drift off on the wave of your climax, Seokjin pulls the vibrator from your clit, and instead, he begins gently rubbing your clit with his thumb - drawing out your orgasm. Gradually, though, you slowly come back to reality, your breathing ragged as you gasp for air. Muscles still trembling, the fog of your orgasm clears, and you still when you realise you’d disobeyed one of Seokjin’s commands. Lifting your head, you look up at Taehyung through teary eyes, your lover simply looking down at you with a wide grin. Fingers threaded through your hair, he gently strokes your scalp. Yet, in spite of his affectionate gesture, from the dark glint in his eyes, you already know what’s coming.

“Did we give you permission to cum, Kitten?” he coos, his voice deceptively sweet.

“N-No,” you stammer, your voice hoarse, and weak - undoubtedly from when Taehyung had fucked it raw. Behind you, Seokjin bites down onto your ass, the sharp pain causing you to whimper.

“I specifically told you not to cum, Princess,” Seokjin purrs, his lips trailing kisses up your spine.

“I’m s-sorry,” you stammer, though, you already know it’s too late. Especially when you see Taehyung’s smirk widen, something wicked twinkling in his eyes.

Gently stroking your hair, “Sorry? Oh. You will be, Kitten,” he promises.

With that, the two pull away from you, and swapping places, Taehyung moves behind you, while Seokjin moves in front of you. Just like Taehyung, Seokjin is completely naked, and as you take in the sight of him lounging against the headboard, you find yourself drooling. Though, that could just be from when Taehyung had fucked your throat. Seokjin is much more built than Taehyung, sinewy muscles - honed from his time at the gym - rippling under his taut flesh. They accentuate his broad shoulders, and long limbs, somehow making his already imposing figure seem bigger than it already is.

Strong arms encircle your body, and with careful movements, Seokjin moves you back into position - getting you on your hands and knees once again. Limbs still shaky from your orgasm, however, you simply flop in his lap, your shoulders drooping to press against either of his thighs, while your face rests against the corner of his hip. Despite his dominant aura, Seokjin smiles at you, tenderly stroking the sweat-matted hair out of your eyes and behind your head. His affectionate gesture has you purring in contentment; only for the sound to morph into a rumble of wanton need when you spot his throbbing erection.

It stands at full attention between his thighs, tall and proud. His cockhead is an angry shade of cherry-mauve, and sticky with the precum leaking from his slit. From your position on his hip, it somehow looks even more daunting than it usually is, the angle of your head making it seem impossibly thick. Prominent veins streaking his length, they pulse intermittently, the surreptitious movements drawing attention to his immense girth. Mouth salivating - and this time most definitely because of him - your lips part and you whimper.

“Does my Princess want my cock in her mouth?” Seokjin coos, his fingers mindlessly toying with a strand of your hair. Nodding your head, you shift into a more upright position, your mouth impatiently hovering over his crown. Seokjin’s hand trails down to your neck, and when you wince - the internal muscles still raw - he delicately strokes the column, “Taehyung was rough with you, wasn’t he?” he murmurs. You simply nod your head in response.

“She liked it,” Taehyung chimes in from somewhere in the room, and hearing his voice further away then you’d thought him to be, you turn your head to find him. Nevertheless, this time, it’s Seokjin who stops you.

“Uh-uh. Taehyung’s had enough of your attention. Now it’s my turn,” Seokjin tuts. Hand moving from your neck, he grips the base of his shaft before smacking your lips with his cockhead twice. “Come on, Princess,” he urges.

Not needing to be told twice, your head dips forward, and tongue darting out, you drag a kittenish lick around the circumference of his glistening crown. Taste buds dragging over his cockhead, his salted precum coats your palate, and you moan in pleasure - the sound emphasised by Seokjin’s own growl of approval. Encouraged by the sound, you repeat the action - your tongue slower this time. Placing the flat of your muscle against his slit, you lap at it, relishing in the way his arousal leaks out of him and directly onto your tongue.

Watching the action with dark eyes, “Do I taste good, Princess?” he chuckles, causing you to eagerly nod. “Then how about you worship my cock, huh?” he asks, his fingers weaving into your hair.

Warm lips brushing against his frenulum, you place a soft kiss to where his cockhead meets his shaft. Then, while keeping your eyes firmly locked onto his, you delicately trace one of the more prominent veins that ridge his shaft. Rhythmically, it pulses under the weight of your wet muscles, and savouring the discernible throb, you repeat your action. Following it to the hilt of his shaft, you take one of his balls into his mouth. You roll it gently in your mouth, revelling in the way it sits on your tongue - heavy, and full of cum. The entire time, you stare up at your lover; Seokjin’s eyes growing more and more tumultuous with each reverent action.

You release his sac with a pop, and lips dragging over the length of his underside, you track your way back to his cockhead. Mouth parting, you wrap it around his tip, only to teasingly suckle at it. Your action has Seokjin’s head lolling back, and with your gazes still locked onto each other, you take more of his head into your wanting cavern - until the entire cockhead sits just inside the seam of your lips. And it’s at that exact moment, that Taehyung returns - only to push something against the rim of your ass.

Eyes bugging out, a cry of pleasure tears from your throat - your mouth falling open around Seokjin’s cockhead. Relentlessly, Taehyung presses the toy into you - the tight of your walls gradually opening around the rounded, lubed up object. The widest part of the item strains against your puckered entrance, and feeling a light smart of pain, your body jerks when the entirety of it slips into you - your muscles swallowing it up. Fingertips brushing against your asshole, Taehyung grips something, only to twist it - and feeling the toy spin inside of your ass, you let out a moan.

Your pleasure doesn’t last long, however, because soon enough, Taehyung is pressing the elongated protrusion right up against your clit. Feeling the silicon rod nestled between the folds of your pussy, and the silicon pad against your bundle of nerves, you let out a whimper. You know exactly what it is. An anal vibrator paired with a clit stimulator. As you recognise the item, your cunt gushes involuntarily. Whatever punishment Taehyung had planned for you was undoubtedly going to be exciting - if a little intense. Though, that only has anticipation colouring your veins.

Dark gaze transfixed to your ass, Taehyung revels in the sight of your asshole quivering around the toy, and unable to help himself, he spanks your ass - hard. The sharp slap echoes through the air, causing you to cry out and jerk forward, Seokjin’s cockhead dragging across your lips and over your chin. Watching the flesh of your plump cheeks ripple, Taehyung places either of his hands onto each globe before kneading them open.

“Your ass always looks so fucking hot when it’s filled up… Can’t wait to fill it with my cock,” he murmurs; the compliment causing you to croon out his name.

However, you don’t have long to relish in his appraisal. Because, all of a sudden, the vibrator comes to life. Fiercely, it begins thrumming, stimulating the inner muscles of your ass. At the same time, the protrusion along your folds and clit begins to vibrate - the tremors stimulating your slick folds and throbbing bundle of nerves. With your recent orgasm, your cunt is still sensitive, and pleasure bolting across your sensitised nerves, you howl in pleasure. Jerking over Seokjin, your head falls onto his abdomen - his erect cock inadvertently slapping your face - while your hips writhe wildly.

“Oh fuck- Taehyung, too much,” you gasp, your ass thrashing reckless as you try to get away from the pleasure. Regardless, no matter how hard you try, the vibrator is firmly embedded inside of you - making it impossible to shy away from it.

“Too much? You don’t know too much just yet, Kitten,” Taehyung drawls. Still, even as he speaks, “Remember Princess, your safe word is ‘Roses’,” he reminds you.

“And your safe signal is snapping your fingers,” Seokjin adds. You nod your head, letting them both know that you remember.

“Good girl,” Seokjin praises with another caress of your hair. Then, lifting your head, he places your mouth above his cockhead once again. “Now, why don’t you warm my cock in that pretty mouth of yours, while Taehyung punishes you for being a disobedient slut,” Seokjin purrs.

Whimpering at his words, you do as he says, your lips automatically pouting as you take him into your mouth once again. Jaw straining around his girth, you stare at Seokjin through the thick of your lashes, basking in the heavy weight of his length against your tongue. Sooner than you’d like, his crown bumps into the back of your throat, a choked gag warning Seokjin that you can’t fit any more of him into you - lest he repeat Taehyung’s actions and force himself into your throat. However, knowing your throat needs some respite, Seokjin simply keeps himself within the confines of your mouth; revelling in the wet chasm of your silken cheeks and velvet tongue.

Out of the blue, using the moment you audibly splutter around Seokjin’s cock as a signal, Taehyung pours a considerable amount of melted chocolate onto you - all over your ass. Back arching, you hiss as the sweltering heat trickles all over your plump cheeks: trails of blistering pain flaring over your flesh. The stinging ache, paired with the intense vibrations of the toy inside your ass and against your clit, has your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. Entire body convulsing under the intense sensation, you’re suddenly flung over the edge of your orgasm, and straight into bliss.

Orgasm unexpectedly flooding through you, the unadulterated rapture surges through your nerves, invigorating each and every one of them with euphoria. Eyes screwing shut, you wail out Taehyung and Seokjin’s names; the sound coming out animalistic, and inarticulate. Responsively, the walls of your sex clamp: your ass muscles tightening around the vibrator - unwittingly causing the vibrations to intensify; while the flesh of your cunt contracts around nothing - emphasising the growing emptiness. Watching you cum, the vibrator suddenly comes to a halt, and gasping for air, you suck in a ragged breath.

Gradually, your orgasm washes through you, leaving you a trembling mess while you mindlessly suckle at Seokjin’s cock. Cool hand pressing to your thighs, Taehyung tenderly strokes the supple lengths, the repetitive motions somewhat soothing. The heat from the molten confection slowly dissipates, and through the haze of your ebbing climax, your eyebrows furrow - especially when you feel the chocolate begin to dry and harden. Sucking in a shaky breath, you look up at Seokjin curiously, your lover simply shrugging in response - already knowing what you’re asking.

“Don’t worry, Princess. Just focus on my cock, hmmm?” he reminds you. Blinking owlishly, your eyes light up with recognition - the fog of your euphoria completely clearing. Tongue flicking against his ridged underside, you begin suckling at him once again.

Without warning, Taehyung spanks you - from the tops of your thighs, to the plump flesh of your ass. Unlike before, when it was just his large palm, this time you feel a hard surface impact the supple skin, and eyes widening you recognise the sensation of the paddle. The abrupt ministration has you mewling around Seokjin’s cock, and eyelids fluttering, thick tracks of tears roll down your face. Once again, Taehyung repeats the action, though, this time, he brings the paddle onto your other cheek. Hips undulating, you push them back into him, another hoarse resonating through the air. Under his action, you feel the hardened chocolate crack, a few pieces falling to the mattress.

Taehyung shifts behind you, and picking up one of the chunks, he runs it through your pussy. Teasingly, he strokes it through your slit - the touch light, and feathery - and bringing it to your honeyed hole, he slicks the jagged slab in your arousal. A shudder runs down your spine, the tantalising caress of his fingers and the pointed edge of the chocolate causing you to groan around Seokjin’s shaft. Once the piece is sufficiently coated in your wetness, Taehyung draws it away from your cunt. Instead, he reaches around your body, Seokjin tugging your hair and pulling you off of his cock.

Dissatisfied whine of protest erupting from the midst of your throat, you unwrap your mouth from Seokjin’s thick shaft - just in time for Taehyung to drop the slick-coated chocolate directly onto the older man’s length. Pupils dilating at the sight of the dark confection against your lover’s shaft, your tongue darts out, and thoughtlessly, you lick your lips. Seokjin watches the movement, his eyes shining with mirth at the ravenous hunger sparkling in your eyes.

Stroking your hair out of your forehead, “Are you ready for your punishment, Princess?” Seokjin questions.

“This is punishment?” you counter, the words spilling from your lips before you can stop them. Hearing your words, Taehyung immediately brings the paddle onto your ass. The impact hits harder this time, a heavy smack resounding through the air while more of the dried chocolate falls from your body. Sharp pain erupts over your tender flesh, causing shockwaves of smarting pleasure to ripple across your veins.

“I’d be careful if I were you, Kitten,” Taehyung warns, the edge of the paddle running down the seam of your ass, only for him to press it against the toy in your ass. His gesture has the vibrator pushing in deeper, and head falling forward, your chest rumbles in bliss.

An airy laugh tremors from Seokjin’s throat, “Your punishment is Taehyung paddling that pretty little ass till it’s nice and tender,” he purrs. Then tugging your head towards his cock, the piece of chocolate still resting precarious on his throbbing erection, “This is just for fun,” he continues. “Now, suck.”

Face lowering, you wrap your mouth around his cock once again, Seokjin slipping the chocolate between your teeth just before you enclose your lips around his girth. Instantly, the creamy sweetness of the cocoa bursts onto your palate, the sugary essence mixing with the heady one of your own wetness, and the slightly salty bitterness of Seokjin’s precum. They mingle together onto your tongue, the tastes blending together into an inebriating flavour that has the inner flesh of your cheeks salivating. Moaning around the heavy intrusion in your mouth, you expertly manoeuvre the piece to the underside of Seokjin’s cock, and pressing the flat of your tongue against it, you begin lapping at both the chocolate, and his shaft.

Gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail, Seokjin angles your head to look up at him. Turbulent eyes, rife with desirous hunger, take you in, before he lets out a low growl, “God, Taehyung was right. You really are pretty when you look at us with a mouth full of cock.” You purr in response, your tongue dragging over the chocolate and towards a pulsating vein that runs along his length. Out of nowhere, the vibrator inside of you begins humming. The suddenness of it has your body jerking, your spine contorting as your mouth falls open in pleasure.

“O-Oh f-fuck,” you raspily weep, your eyes screwing shut at the mingling sensations. Simultaneously, the vibrations stimulate the tight muscles of your ass, along with the throbbing bud of your clit. Unadulterated bliss floods your nerve endings, your stomach quivering in tandem to the pulsating toy within you. Breathing turning ragged, you distractedly suckle at Seokjin’s chocolate stained cock.

As the vibrator pulses inside you, Taehyung brings the paddle onto your ass again in four rapt slaps, alternating between each of your cheeks. With each impact, the punishing force increases, aided by his strong arms, and causing a strangled cry of pain and pleasure to bubble from your throat. Every collision of the hard surface against your soft cheek has more and more of the dried chocolate cracking and falling off of your skin. More of your bare flesh revealed, the next of Taehyung’s spanks lands directly onto your plump muscle, and though the fatty tissue absorbs some of the impact, your ass still flares with heat.

“P-Please… T-Taehyung,” you cry out, the words hoarse and slightly broken.

Between the intense reverberations of the silicon toy, and the powerful spanks of the paddle, you begin to sob and moan: the blistering pain interweaving with euphoric rapture. Tears well within your eyes, thick tracks of salt running down your cheeks, as you lose yourself in the juxtaposing sensations. Taehyung’s eyes drop to the side of your raw ass and puffy cunt. Filled with the silicon toy, your puckered rim twitching intermittently - the tight muscles threatening to push out the object with each contraction. Just below, thick strings of your arousal seep out of your pussy, the filmy ropes hanging in the air and sticking to the sides of your thighs.

“Do you like that, Kitten? The way I spank your ass raw while you suck Seokjin’s cock?” Taehyung intones, the derisive lilt heavy in his voice. You merely let out a garble of affirmation, your tongue loosened by pleasure, and weighed down by the velvet weight of your other lover’s shaft.

The overwhelming ecstasy soon grows far too intense, and wildly, you begin writhing your hips. Deliberately, you attempt to evade Taehyung’s paddles, while simultaneously trying to push the vibrator out of you. Nonetheless, as if locked onto your plump globes, Taehyung strikes you with practiced ease; alternating between the harsh spanks and pressing the edge to your ass, keeping the toy pressed into the snug heat of your ass. A sweltering heat overcomes you, your nerves set afire by Taehyung’s ministration, and thighs shaking erratically, you sob out the names of your lovers.

“T-Too m-much. It’s t-too much,” comes your distorted whine, your nails scratching the mattress.

Hearing the inarticulate garble of your words, Seokjin coos, “Aww, has my Princess had enough of her punishment?” Through the thick fog of pleasure, you vaguely register his words and nod your head. Behind you, Taehyung brings the paddle onto your cheeks - right in the middle - causing you to howl.

“Are you sorry, Kitten?” he questions. Barely able to form coherent sentences, you nod your head while blubbering. Nonetheless, despite your answer, Taehyung spanks you once again. “Why are you sorry?” he asks.

You suck in a shaky, jagged breath, “I’m s-sorry for cumming w-without your p-permission,” you weep.

“Good Kitten. Now, cum,” Taehyung orders, pressing the paddle’s edge to the toy. His ministration forces the thrumming vibrator further into you, and as the silicon protrusion presses against your clit - intensifying the reverberations - you wail out both their names.

Dry sob emanating from your lips, the heightened pleasure hurtles you off of the edge. Viciously, your body trembles - every muscle quivering with ecstasy - as you come undone between them. Mouth falling open, you release Seokjin’s cock, your cheek falling listlessly onto his thigh as your orgasm rockets through you. White spots blind your vision, and the knot in your stomach unravelling abruptly, your body stills. Then, with an ear-piercing shriek, an intense sense of rapture overwhelms you, only to be replaced by an intoxicating sense of relief - powerful gushes of your cum squirting out of you. Feeling your arousal pelt his thighs - the deep scent of your sex deepening - Taehyung lets out a groan.

Immediately, he rips the toy out of you - the sudden stimulation making you sob harder - only to press his fingers to your clit. He furiously begins rubbing your clit, his ministration drawing out your orgasm even further. The pain of overstimulation grips at your cunt, and eyes screwing shut, your jerk your hips - in a bid to get away from him. Seeing the way you shy from him, along with your fucked out state, Taehyung takes pity on you, allowing you to flop bonelessly onto the mattress as you come down from your high. The tide of your climax ebbs through you, and drifting down to reality, you inhale a deep, ragged breath. Cunt trembling erratically, you whine when the ache between your thighs grows prominent - your walls desperate to feel something fill it up.

“F-Fuck me,” you stammer, your words weak and raspy - the tender muscles of your throat straining under the sound. Delicately, Taehyung’s fingers flit down your spine, and tracing invisible shapes onto the surface of your skin, he bends over and presses a kiss to the nape of your neck.

“Climb onto Seokjin,” he urges.

Strong arms wrap around you, and feeling Seokjin gather you into his arms, you allow him to place your body onto his lap. Once your thighs are straddling his hips, Seokjin grips the base of his thick shaft and runs the head through your folds. A wanton mewl spills from your mouth, your sex splaying around his leaking cockhead as he stains your saturated flesh in his own precum. Hips squirming, you attempt to position him at your entrance and take him into you - your desperation rising twofold. Letting out a throaty chuckle, Seokjin leans forward and nips your jaw, your eyes fluttering at the sensation, before he lowers you onto his cock.

The blunt pressure of his crown presses up against the ringed muscles of your entrance, and your head falling backwards, you feel his head pop into you. Your body twitches, the sudden, thick intrusion causing you to croon in pleasure. A searing burn ripples through your cunt, your muscles protesting the way his immense girth stretches out your inner walls. Behind you, Taehyung places his hand onto the middle of your back, and pushing it, he causes you to fall forward. Your hands instantly move to brace themselves on the headboard, on either side of Seokjin’s body.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. Such a tiny little cunt. Are you going to be able to take my cock, Princess?” Seokjin taunts, a playful, lopsided smirk teasing at his lips.

Keening in pleasure, “I can take it,” you respond, the words coming out higher pitched than you’d intended.

“Then take it,” he growls.

Utilising your new position, Seokjin’s hands trail down to grip the swells of your hips, and fingers digging into them, he lowers you further onto his cock. Inch by inch, he fills you up - the broad width of his shaft spreading your innermost walls, shaping them around his cock. As his cock pierces into the warm sheath of your body, his length seems almost unending, and soon, a dull pressure builds up within your abdomen. Dropping your gaze down, it trails past the ripped expanse of his torso - each muscle rippling under his taut skin - and towards your entrance.

Guttural groan spilling from your throat, you relish in the sight of Seokjin’s cock impaling you - your walls clenching involuntarily when you realise he’s only about half way into you. Walls of your cunt tightening around his shaft, Seokjin lets out a growl, his fingers digging further into your hips - hard enough that you worry he’ll bruise them. Behind you, Taehyung’s dark eyes are fixated onto your cunt, his gaze soaking in the way the muscles of your entrance stretch thin around Seokjin - your cunt clearly straining to fit the large intrusion. It’s almost too erotic for him, and his erection becoming almost too painful, he begins pumping it with his fist.

“Fuck. Look at the way that pussy stretches. Such a greedy little hole,” Taehyung purrs, his hand palming his cock faster.

Seokjin continues burying himself into your velvet depths, and as he pushes deeper into you, the dull ache in your stomach morphs into a blunt ache. Mouth falling open in a strained cry, your fingers curl around the headboard - in a bid to find some much needed purchase - your knuckles turning white under the hold. Breath turning harsh, your hips start to writhe, your body looking for a sense of reprieve from the unrelenting hardness piercing into you. Nonetheless, all you do is cause Seokjin to slip further into you - your trembling walls rhythmically gripping his walls in a pleasurable massage.

Unexpectedly, with a sudden thrust, Seokjin sinks the remainder of his cock into you. In one fluid motion, the crown of his cockhead bumps into the soft walls of your cervix, your ass simultaneously pressing flush against his thighs. The sudden plunge has your muscles locking, and back contorting viciously, you cry out in pleasure. Pain flares through your insides, a blistering heat flooding through your cunt as your internal walls are forced to stretch around his girthy shaft. Underneath you, Seokjin hisses - your sheath gripping him almost painfully - and leaning forward, he roughly bites down onto your nipple.

“Oh fuck- you’re so fucking wet… and tight,” he groans.

“Mmm, her cunt looks so good stuffed with cock,” Taehyung hums. Dexterous fingers moving to where both you and Seokjin are connected, the younger man begins tracing the tight seal of your entrance. The feathery motion has you crooning, your ringed muscles twitching under his touch. Taehyung lets out a soft laugh, and trailing his fingers up, he begins circling his digits around the puckered rim, “But… you’ll look even better with my cock in your ass,” he continues.

Hands curling from your hips to your ass, Seokjin palms both of your plump globes into his hand, and fingernails pressing into your skin, he pulls them apart - splaying you open for Taehyung. At Seokjin’s gesture, the younger man lets out a hum of thanks. Bed dipping behind you, Taehyung shifts further down the mattress, until his face is level with your spread ass. Boldly, his tongue darts out, and then placing it to your cunt, he licks at both your spread pussy, and Seokjin’s thick cock. Twin sounds of pleasure echo through the air, Seokjin’s groan intermingling with your moan, both of your hips bucking into Taehyung’s face.

Corners of his lips twitching, Taehyung smirks, and repeats the action - the velvet appendage moving slower this time. Teasingly, he laves at where your sexes are connected: the point of his tongue tracing the outline of your straining ring of muscles, as well as the girth that splits it open. Heavy strings of your arousal pool onto his tongue, your wetness oozing through your sheath and onto Seokjin’s balls, and he gathers as much as he can onto the hollow of his palate. Then, trailing his tongue upwards, he licks through the seam of your ass. Breath caught in your throat, your oesophageal muscles tighten, and when you feel him flatten his tongue against your asshole, a deep moan emanates from your chest.

“My Kitten loves getting her ass eaten, doesn’t she?” Taehyung laughs, his voice lowering by a few octaves. Each word has his warm breath wafting over your ass, causing you to shudder and nod your head. With another laugh, Taehyung spits onto your asshole - dribbling a concoction of his own spit and your arousal onto the tight entrance.

You feel the mixture tail along your asshole, and down towards your filled cunt - the combined fluids slickening your puckered rim. Through rapt fascination, Taehyung scrutinises the sporadically twitching rings of muscles. The entrance of your ass slightly gapes, and as the muscles contract, they inadvertently suck in the mix of juices into you. As though entranced by the sight, he drags his finger through the sloppy mess and lubricates his finger in as much of it as he can. Then, slowly, he presses the tip of his forefinger against your asshole.

Body perking at the sensation, you sit up slightly - the movement causing Seokjin’s cockhead to ram further into the groove of your cervix. A gasp of shock falls from your lips, the sound mingled with pleasure, as you feel Taehyung slide his finger into your ass - the length aided by the makeshift lube - until it’s hilt deep in you. Experimentally, he wriggles it inside of you, and feeling the hot muscles of your ass stimulated, your body falls forward once again. Seizing the opportunity, Seokjin’s mouth encloses around your pert nipple.

“A-Ah. Hyungie… Jinnie…” you moan, a shudder running down your spine at the mix of sensations.

Seokjin’s cock is still completely sheathed inside of you - his pulsating member stroking every single one of your erogenous zones. Meanwhile, his teeth harshly tease your nipple - his tongue languidly whorling around the hardened buds outline, while he bites and suckles at it roughly. At the same time, Taehyung thrusts his finger into you, twisting it intermittently as he tests the pliancy of your ass. Tingles of pleasure race up and down your spine, and noticing the way your cunt clenches - pulsating in tandem to Taehyung’s finger plunging in and out of your asshole - Seokjin grins against your breast.

“Come on Taehyung, hurry up and prep that cute ass so we can fuck her,” he urges. Words vibrating against your tit, you gasp in ecstasy, a fresh wave of arousal dripping out of you and down Seokjin’s balls.

Emboldened by the older man’s words, Taehyung presses a second finger into your back entrance. Under the ministration, your features twist into a wince - a dull sting rippling through you at the stretch. However, from the amount of times both Seokjin and Taehyung have fucked your ass, it quickly dissipates, morphing into blissful euphoria. Taehyung begins thrusting two fingers into your ass, alternating between wiggling them and plunging them hilt deep into you. Over and over again, you feel his digits drive into you, the sensation stimulating Seokjin’s cock and your pussy through the thin lining that separates your cunt from your ass.

Out of nowhere, Taehyung splays his fingers, and feeling your ass stretch around, you let out a hollow moan. Taehyung immediately thrusts his tongue into the gaping hole, and feeling his wet appendage stroke the inner walls of your back entrance, your hollow moan transforms into a guttural groan. Expertly, he licks your ass, his velvet muscle whorling against the internal flesh as he douses them in a thick coating of his spit. His actions cause your blood to bubble in your veins, and heat prickling at your skin, unbridled pleasure flits over your being.

Pulling his tongue out of you, Taehyung pours something into you. A cold sensation floods your ass, and feeling the lube slide into your depths, a soughed croon spills from your lips. Digits pumping into you once again, Taehyung spreads the substance over your walls - leaving them slick in a mixture of his spit and the lubrication. Once your ass is sufficiently wet, he spreads his fingers one final time, only to spit into your ass. The thick blob slides into your open hole, and as the warmth of it runs along your walls, your puckered rim twitches. Fingers retreating out of your asshole, Taehyung suddenly spanks your fleshy cheek.

Hand palming at the cheek, “There we go. Nice and prepped,” he murmurs.

“Taehyung… please,” you whimper, and urgency evident in your voice, both your lovers laugh.

Not one to disappoint, Taehyung shifts closer to you. With Seokjin still keeping your ass spread, the younger man grips his cock and presses the head to your puckered entrance. Feeling his leaking cockhead stroke your lubricious back entrance, you mewl in wanton need and purposely buck your hips into you. Palm dropping to the small of your back, Taehyung keeps a heavy hand onto your body, the firm pressure causing you to still. Then, he begins pressing forward. The moment he applies pressure to your asshole, however, your muscles autonomously clench.

Bulbous cockhead pushing against your back entrance, Taehyung groans, “This is going to be a tight fit.”

All of a sudden, with a strong thrust, Taehyung squeezes his cock through the tight ring of muscles - the crown only slightly fighting the constricting hole. Walls flaring with a searing burn, you shriek out Taehyung’s name - your asshole rendered even tighter by Seokjin’s immense girth buried into your cunt. Face lowering, Taehyung’s plump lips graze over your shoulder, and pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck, he gently hushes you. Below you, Seokjin soothingly lavishes kisses along your sternum, his hands caressing your ass in comfort.

“B-Big,” you shallowly gasp, tears stinging at your eyes once again.

“You can do it, Princess,” Seokjin murmurs, his words rumbling between the valley of your breasts.

Thick by thick inch, Taehyung feeds his unyielding hardness into your ass, pulling the flesh apart and around the shape of his cock. With every part of his length that impales you, your pliant back entrance stretches - his blunt cockhead spearing further and further into you. Halfway buried into you, you let out a whine of pain, your fingernails digging into the wood of the headboard. Between Seokjin’s cock in your cunt, and Taehyung’s shaft pushing into your asshole, you’re sure that you’re going to split apart.

“So… fucking… tight,” Taehyung breathes out, short pants breaking the words apart, the restraint heavy in his baritone.

In spite of the pain that floods through your sex, you whimper in pleasure - an undercurrent of euphoria weaving the stinging ache as your lovers fill you up in a way only they can. Their hard cocks stretch you out, their lengths carving their shape into your waiting, and welcoming, depths. Eventually, however, Taehyung bottoms out within you - the hilt of his shaft pressing to your puckered, while his hips slap the plump cheeks of your ass. Throat tightening at the overwhelming fullness, your lips part in a silent scream.

“T-Taehyung, S-Seokjin” you whimper.

Nuzzling his nose into the back of your hair, “I’m here, Kitten,” Taehyung mutters.

“Me too, Princess,” Seokjin follows, his own lips pressing a tender kiss to your nipple.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you voluntarily clench your ass around his their cocks. As your muscles tighten, “Fuck-” they groans.

“Please… fuck me,” you urge. Simultaneously, as if they’ve practiced, they both inhale a deep, steadying breath.

“Shit. Hold on then,” Seokjin remarks.

“Get ready, Kitten. We’re going to fuck you till you cry,” Taehyung warns.

You open your mouth to retort, however, at the exact moment, the both of them retreat out of you - their lengths dragging against each other through the thin lining between your cunt and ass. Then, abruptly, they drive back into you. Instantaneously, the words on your lips die. Instead, a strangled cry of ecstasy is forced from the base of your throat. Without any further warning, they snap their hips, their cocks hammering into your warm, heated depths. As their lengths surge into the sheath of your body, you scream out their names.

Their pace is stilted for a few moments, their rough thrusts causing your body to jerk and bounce over them as blinding ecstasy overtakes your senses. However, swiftly, and with practiced ease, they quickly fall into rhythm with each other. Each movement has them plunging their cocks as deep into you as they can, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air, and with each sound, they elicit a moan from deep within their chest. A fierce pressure builds in the pit of your abdomen from their brutal thrusts, and toes curling in pleasure, you allow them to practically rut into you - their cocks slamming into your depths over and over again.

“F-Fuck… H-Harder,” you urge, in spite of the sharpening ache that builds within your stomach.

At your behest, they somehow increase their movements, and their new, borderline punishing pace, has your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. Their change in motion alters their rhythm, and instead of plunging into you at the same time, now, when Seokjin thrusts into your cunt, Taehyung pulls out of your ass. Only for Seokjin to then retreat from your cunt, and for Taehyung to pierce his shaft into your back entrance. Mercilessly, they use your body as their cocksleeve, and their veined cocks drag against every single erogenous zone buried in your innermost walls.

A mix of desirous need and blissful euphoria courses through your bloodstream, and feeling spikes of white-hot heat lance at your being, your body begins trembling. Delirious with pleasure, and as a result of their cocks constantly slamming into you, your low moans morph into slurred sobs. The fog of euphoria descends upon you, and as its haze clouds your mind, you lose yourself into the relentless pleasure they reap onto your body. Soon, your walls begin rippling around them, and as both your cunt and ass grip their shafts, both your lovers let out throat groans.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long. Your ass is so... fucking... tight,” Taehyung intones deeply, each word emphasised by a harsh thrust that drives his cock further into your back entrance.

Below you, while mouthing at your bouncing tit, “Same here. God, you’re so fucking wet… and your cunt won’t stop tightening around my cock,” Seokjin breathlessly adds before biting onto your nipple.

“C-Cum in me. P-Please,” you stammer, and tongue loosened by pleasure, your words come out distorted. Nonetheless, understanding them, your lovers quicken their pace - something you’d thought wholly impossible.

“Are you close, Princess?” Seokjin questions, causing you to nod your head furiously.

Taehyung’s hand curls around your body, and pushing it between your thighs, he begins furiously rubbing your clit. Lips falling to your shoulder, he bites down - hard enough to leave the indents of his teeth into your flesh - and, “Cum,” he orders.

That one action has you suddenly careening off of the precipice of your climax, and diving head first into sheer, unadulterated pleasure. A croaked sob falls from your lips, and blubbering out their name, you feel hot tears stream down your cheeks. Veins sweltering with burning euphoria, you feel the heat of your orgasm flood your entire being. Between them, your entire body begins convulsing, and back contorting violently, your walls clamp around them in a vice-like grip. Throughout your orgasm, your lovers continue fucking into you, their cocks spearing into your cunt and ass respectively, paired with Taehyung ruthlessly toying with your clit, you feel the knot in your stomach suddenly loosen.

High of your orgasm consuming you wholly, you feel an overwhelming elation sweep through you, and carrying you on it’s tide, you float away from reality. Walls clenching almost painfully, Seokjin and Taehyung hiss as they feel powerful jets of cum squirt out of you - the wetness gushing against both their thighs, as well as Seokjin’s abdomen. As you gush around Seokjin’s cock, your cum soaking into the sheets below you, twin roars fill the air. Using your own stick juices as lubrication, both of them slam into you at the same time - burying their cocks as deep into you as is humanly possible.

Without any warning, their cocks swell inside of you, and viciously pulsating, they begin to cum. Thick rope after thick rope of their warm essence floods your depths; Seokjin emptying himself deep into your cunt - his seed spilling directly against your quivering cervix - while Taehyung’s own cum pours straight into the rippling depths of your ass. Through the blurry haze of your orgasm, you vaguely register their warmth enveloping your guts, their heavy seed painting your flesh white. Responsively, the walls of your pussy and ass clench around their cocks, the battered muscles milking as much of their cum out of their lengths and into you.

The three of you sail down from your ecstatic highs, and as the euphoria ebbs away, you’re left basking in the post-orgasmic haze that enshrouds the three of you. Chest heaving for air - in a bid to satiate the dull ache in your lungs - you bonelessly flop onto Seokjin, every ounce of your energy dissipating from your bones. Automatically, Seokjin’s arms wind around you, a small mewl slipping from your lips when you feel his warm chest press flush against your own. Body still wired, you tremble in his arms - your muscles quaking intermittently as the aftershocks of your orgasm continue sweeping through you.

Gradually, the blurry fog clears from your mind, and brain kicking into gear, you let out a small moan when you feel the way their cum fills up your depths. You don’t get time to relish in the feeling, however, because soon, Taehyung begins pulling his cock out of your ass. Flaccid shaft slipping from your depths, you flinch, his length dragging across your raw inner flesh. The moment he retreats out of you completely, his cum rushes out of you, and as it leaks from your gaping asshole, you let out another groan. Eyes dropping to the sight, Taehyung lets out a growl of approval.

“Sloppy slut,” he coos, and despite the derisive words, the affection in his intonation causes you to preen. Then, with a kiss to your naked, sweat-soaked shoulder, you feel Taehyung climb off of the bed.

With the younger man disappearing, Seokjin takes the opportunity to gently flip the two of you over. Body weary, your muscles protest the movement, a displeasured groan emanating from your throat. Seokjin only chuckles at the sound, and when you're firmly on your back, he slowly pulls his own cock out of your battered cunt. Once again, you let out a wince, your thighs trembling at the sensitivity in your core. Bending forward, Seokjin presses a kiss to your forehead, before murmuring a gentle apology. You sigh at his gesture, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips.

In a matter of moments, Taehyung returns to the two of you, a glass of water and a damp towel in his head. As he approaches the bed, he hands Seokjin the cup, the older man pulling away from you and towards your side, while Taehyung takes his place between your thighs. Perching beside you, Seokjin lifts your back using his strength, and after he’s propped you up, he places the rim of the glass to your lips. Coolness of the water teasing your lips, your throat suddenly feels dry, and swiftly, you gulp down the drink.

“Slowly,” Seokjin warns, his hand automatically lowering the glass. You merely nod your head, before slowing down.

Meanwhile, Taehyung spreads your thighs, pulling apart your puffy folds, he begins swiping the warm cloth through your sex - clearing up the mess. Delicately, he runs the towel over you, from your leaking cunt, to your dripping asshole. It only takes him a few moments, and once you’re thoroughly clean - every trace of your mixed fluids soaked into the terry cloth fabric - he presses a soft kiss to the top of your mound. As his plump lips caress your oversentised clit, you moan, your hand autonomously moving to push his head away as your thighs clamp shut.

Laughing, “Sorry,” Taehyung apologises.

“It’s okay… Thank you,” you murmur, your nose wrinkling when the raw muscles of your oesophagus strain.

Seokjin places the empty glass on the bedside table, while Taehyung haphazardly throws the dirtied towel on the ground. Then, the two of them climb into bed beside you. Warmth of their bodies flanking either side of you, you snuggle further into the sheets, your eyes begin to droop from your exhaustion. Seokjin’s hand drops to your bare abdomen, and mindlessly, his fingers begin flitting over the soft flesh. At the same time, Taehyung nestles into your side, and face burying into the side swell of your breast, he gently nips the skin.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, ____,” they both murmur, Seokjin pressing a kiss to your temple, while Taehyung presses one to your breast.

Eyebrow furrowing, “It’s not Valentine’s Day. Not for another couple of days” you respond, causing them both to laugh lightly.

“It was supposed to be a spontaneous surprise,” Seokjin answers, and this time, you giggle.

“Was it as spontaneous and thrilling as you wanted it to be?” Taehyung questions, his lips twisting into a lop-sided smile against your skin.

“Mmmm. Definitely…” you sigh in response. Then, after a brief pause, “Although… I’m going to be fucking sore tomorrow,” you grumble. Once again, the two of them laugh.

“Well… you know the best remedy for that...” Taehyung begins, one of his hands teasingly wrapping around your thigh.

“Is to continue working through the soreness,” Seokjin finishes, his own hand moving to palm at your breast.

“Oh my god. You’re both insatiable,” you gripe, your hands batting their hands away from your body.

“Only for you,” Taehyung quips.

“Yeah, I’m already starving again,” Seokjin growls.

“I could go for another round of dessert,” Taehyung nods.

At their exchange, you simply shake your head. Sighing, “Later. I need a nap first.”

“Hmmm. We’ll hold you to that,” they reply, and as the twin sounds echo through the room, you sigh in exasperation. Valentine’s Day or not, you’re sure they’re going to run your body ragged before letting you out of the hotel suite.

DISCLAIMER ⏤ THIS IS A PIECE OF FICTION. DO NOT TRY SOME OF THIS AT HOME. DO NOT POUR MELTED CHOCOLATE ONTO YOUR PUSSY OR ASSHOLE!!!!

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theshelbyclan · 4 years ago

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Happy Birthday!

Summary: It’s your birthday! And the Shelby brothers refuse to let another one of their baby sister’s birthday go by without some proper celebrating.

(Gif by @benson-shelby) A/N: It’s actually my birthday today, but due to quarantine I can’t really celebrate it with anyone. So I decided to celebrate with the Shelby’s! Via this little fic, purely self-indulgent, to cheer myself up and to remember some great birthdays I had in the past ;) Set in season 1, you’re just a few years younger than John. Words: 1710 *** “John, get her tea.” “I thought you had the tea.” “Well, then get the milk!” urgent whispers sounded in the hallway.

“I’m not your bloody maid, am I, Ada,” John spat not so quietly in return.

You were lying in bed, awake for hours already. This was the day you’d become a woman, or so Ada had said, but still, your siblings were bickering like little children. It brought a smile to your face. Another annoyed grumble, “Shhh, you’re going to wake her up!” “Am not,” he hissed, “I got your fucking milk, didn’t I!” “Oi!” another low voice joined in, “Ada, you really need to take a look at the toast.” “What about the toast, Arthur?” “Burned it,” he mumbled and you could hear John giggle softly in the dark. Ada sighed deeply, “For fucks sake, fine, I’ll do it. Wait here.” As the least subtle brothers in the world shuffled about in the hallway, you thought of your other birthdays. When you were little, they were celebrated with mum and everyone gathered. During the war, no one paid attention to birthdays any longer. And now, after the war, people tried to get their lives back on track. Only last week you’d made sure Finn had gotten a birthday he’d never forget. And now they tried to return the favour, obviously. Another few minutes and about a thousands curses passed, when they finally tiptoed into the room. Closing your eyes, you decided to play along. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Slowly you sat up and put on a groggy voice, “What are you doing in here?” “You are the worst actor ever, Y/N,” John grinned. “Am I?” you feigned innocence. Ada handed you a cup of tea as John plopped down onto bed next to you, “Did you hear about Arthur burning the toast then?” “I didn’t burn it,” he protested, “Only… blackened it a little.” Ada sent her eldest brother a look, “Polly’s making some more.” “Thanks for the tea,” you smiled and took a sip. Frowning, you narrowed your eyes at John. “You’re not a child anymore, Y/N!” he explained happily. “Move over,” Arthur shoved his brother aside and hugged you, “Happy birthday, sweetheart. This is for you, go on, open it.” Wrapped clumsily in some brown paper, he’d given you a revolver. And just as you were staring at it, Aunt Polly walked in with toast in a lovely shade of light brown. “A gun,” she demanded at once, “For fucks sake, Arthur.” “She needs it to protect herself, Pol,” he returned, and with pride in his voice he added, “And look: it’s a lady’s gun!” You turned the weapon over and saw it was small, delicate and laid in. Still, deadly as any weapon it was. “My turn,” John said, bouncing up and down in excitement almost. He handed Polly your tea and when she sniffed it, she said strictly, “Alright, who put whiskey in her morning tea?” No one answered. Quickly John handed you his present, hardly wrapped at all. Inside, you found a peaky cap, razorblades included. “Honestly, John…” Ada sighed, “She’s not a bloody Blinder!” “It’s all she’s ever wanted!” John called out, “Ever since she could walk, she tried to steal our caps, forever talking about wanting to join us wherever we went. Now she’s got her own!” “I love it,” you beamed up at him, “All I ever wanted.” “Alright,” Ada interrupted, “Clearly Y/N has too many brothers so it’s up to me to turn her into a lady.” “Please do,” Polly sighed, “Or the only interest she’ll ever have is weapons.” She knew her niece well, “That and gambling…” Your sister combed a few rebellious strands of hair behind your ear and planted a kiss on your cheek, “My darling little sister, soon you’ll learn you have more than one way of getting a man to do what you want.” You blinked a few times. This had always been more of Ada’s area of expertise. “She has no idea what you’re on about,” Polly smirked. “Thank God,” Arthur and John said in unison. “Sit still,” Ada demanded and she started applying the lipstick, “Sit. Still.” You furrowed your brows at the unfamiliar feeling, “Just your colour,” Ada commented happily, “As I thought.” “Not bad, that,” Arthur commented as he tilted his head. John leaned back and examined you as well, “Yeah, well, it’s red, isn’t it? I like red...” “Lipstick, a gun and razors,” Ada commented matter-of-factly, “the most deadly Shelby as of yet, Pol!” Aunt Polly rolled her eyes. “Happy birthday, Y/N!” eleven-year-old Finn came running to the room and jumped up into your arms, “You can have mine!” And he thrust his homemade catapult into your hands by form of a gift. “Another weapon, Pol,” Arthur eyed her, “Whatever will become of our innocent little sister?” Aunt Polly rubbed her nose and stammered a little, “Well, you know I don’t agree with you joining the family business… And God knows I’ve tried to rein you in just a little…” “But,” you interrupted, eyes glittering mischievously. “But…” she looked down, “I got you something for your shoes.” “Shoes?” you looked at the little black package she’d handed you. John suddenly burst out laughing in realisation, Arthur tried to hide his face in his hands and Ada commented dryly, “So, no better than us, eh, Pol.” Slowly you opened the package. Inside, you found a small black butterfly knife. *** A few hours had passed, with the regular nonsense that you cherished more than anything in the world. The family was gathered in the kitchen, everyone argued and life seemed perfect. But, one thing was missing. “Where’s Tommy?” you finally asked. “He had business,” Polly answered shortly, “No idea when he’ll be back.” You eyed John carefully, the brother you always turned to, “You think he forgot?” “Nah,” he tried cheering you up, “And you’re doing alright with us, right? Don’t need grumpy here…” You smiled, but still it hurt a little. And then, unexpectedly, Tommy waltzed into the house like it was any other day. “Y/N,” he announced himself coldly, “I need you to come with me.” “Why?” you challenged, “We’re just celebra-“ “I said now, Y/N. Family business.” Tommy interrupted in a low voice. “Thomas…” Aunt Polly started, but he held up a hand to silence her. Then he turned to you and repeated, “Come with me.” Begrudgingly, you got up and followed your brother. Looking back, Arthur motioned you to move it, which made you all the more suspicious. Without moving a muscle in his face, Tommy opened the door and said, “Go on.” You stepped outside and the second you did, applause resounded through the streets. In front of every house, people had gathered and they cheered like you were royalty. You couldn’t believe your eyes. “Tommy, did you…” you started. “He’s been at it all morning,” John explained as he crossed you in the doorway. A few moments later, the sound of hooves echoed in the streets. “What the hell is this,” you said at once. “This,” Tommy made a broad hand gesture, “Is a gypsy on a horse.” “And what, pray tell, is he doing in the middle of town?” You recognised Johnny Dogs now, who called out, “Little Y/N Shelby! Happy birthday, love! How the hell are you!” “I’m grand, Johnny,” you said numbly, “What’s with the horse?” He got off the horse and patted her flank, “She was a lovely filly as first. Sweet, but could never quite be tamed. Third filly out of Shadow, gorgeous beast.” “So, we decided,” Tommy mumbled as he lit a cigarette slowly, “she needed a rider who’d understand.” “What? Being a gorgeous beast?” your cynical reply came. Tommy rolled his eyes, “ ‘could never be tamed’ “. “Well, go on,” Johnny urged, smiling from ear to ear, “Up you get, little one!” Gingerly, you walked over to the horse. As you stroked her nose, Tommy handed you his cigarette and said softly, “What do you think of her?” “She’s an absolute beauty.” Tommy nodded, “Just like you,” but before you could send him a thankful look, he’d walked off again. And with the whole of Small Heath watching on, you climbed up on the horse. *** It was almost midnight when you woke up on a hard cold bench. A splitting headache washed over you as you tried to lift your head. You touched your temple and noticed some blood on your knuckles. Vaguely, you remembered being in the Garrison only a few hours before. You remembered Tommy had closed the betting den and the pub being packed with people, all celebrating your birthday. Memories of card games, songs and laughs came back to you. And the whiskey, so much whiskey. Slowly, you hoisted yourself up. As you looked around, you recognised the inside of the police cell. And you felt at your laced up boots: the knife was still safe inside. A sigh of relief escaped you. “How’s the head, eh?” Recognising your brother’s voice, you looked up without meeting his eye. “What did I do?” you asked finally. After a pause, Tommy replied, “Well, you celebrated your birthday alright.” “Did I have fun?” “Yes, I’d say so.” You frowned, “Why am I in here?” He cleared his throat, “It started with the barmaid and ended with you head-butting a policeman. Quite the Shelby night…” “Is that pride I hear?” Tommy didn’t answer, so you send him your best innocent smile. Eventually he asked, “Was it worth it?” “Hell yes,” you replied in a flash. “Little devil, celebrating her fucking birthday, eh?” “Admit it!” you pointed at him, “you areproud!”

And Thomas Shelby actually smiled through the bars, “Fucking right I am.” When he started to walk away, you shouted, “Oi! What about my bail?” “Paid it!” he called from a distance. “How am I supposed to get home?” you raised your voice even more. Tommy’s reply echoed, “Take your horse. She’s outside.” Myhorse? And just as a policeman with a head in bandages opened the door of your cell, you smiled to yourself: Best birthday ever.

Tommy left the station before you were released, but before he’d gone, he finally said:

“Happy birthday, Y/N.”

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izaanagi · 3 years ago

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“darling, dearest,dicked„

※ Your colleague Suguru invites you over to his house to spend the night because it is raining, you don’t have an umbrella and his house is relatively nearer.

pairing: getou suguru x f!reader

⊘ warnings: mdni! mature content; slightly possessive behaviour; mentions of:fingering; nipple play; unprotected and rough sex; oral sex.

wc: 2.1k

a/n: interactions are welcome and very much appreciated.

It’s raining when you step out of the office; it’s honestly concerning how hard it is pouring down, especially because it’s starting to get chilly at night - and it seems like the world came to a halt. It would be a simple, no matter Tuesday if only your damn Metro card would work, you had an umbrella and your shoes weren’t soaked to the bone. It feels like a plot against you. It’s when you are on the verge to splurge on a taxi fare ride, that you hear a voice, getting nearer and nearer and shouting your name.

You see Getou Suguru stopping his run, hands on his knees, framing kneeled and panting. He clearly run over to you, and before you can ask yourself why, he straightens and his gaze rounds you from bottom to top. His gaze is intense, and his eyes are mesmerizing: you feel your whole body shiver under his stare. His hair is messy, and dark locks of it hang around his man-bun, in the way he styles it when he works. Clearly, he just got out of the office.

“Oh thank God, I thought you didn’t hear me,” he blurts, blushing a bit, and scratching his neck. You smile at him, because he is just adorable. “I did hear you, Getou-San,” you bow a bit, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Getou is absolutely stunning, and every fit that he owns just clings to him smooth skin and his toned body - and you can’t help but just lose your reason, for a split second, when he looks at you like that, as if nothing else matters. He smiles softly at you and then points at the street, on which there are still a few taxis running around. “Were you going to burn half of your monthly income on one of those?” he candidly asks, and while that should not come as surprise, you still feel yourself blushing, conscious of how you must look to his eyes: wet, disheveled and desperate. You shrug. “Better that than staying out here.” He is amused, and both of you are getting soaked - entirely because you both forgot to check the (wrong) forecast.

“Can’t deny that. But instead of spending money you could save towards those cute little earrings you always ogle on a taxi ride, given that you do manage to catch one, why don’t you repair yourself at my apart? It’s behind the corner of the block, and you could just wait the rain out,” he drops like nothing. Your mind gets racing about the implication of such an offer, but then you remember how this is Getou , an outstanding citizen and a man who eats respect and responsibility for breakfast. Maybe his offer it’s not so bad, just a little unusual. “Could I really do that?” you ask gingerly, and see Getou just smiling. “But of course. Don’t tell anyone, but you’re my favourite in the office, so it would a pleasure of mine offering a safe and warm place in this weather,” Getou says while looking around, through the thick courtain has formed around you. Warm sounds nice at the moment, especially because he is getting soaked because of you, and that can’t absolutely do. So you nod and Getou takes your wrist to drag you along, as fast as your legs allow it.

When you cross the entrance, and a your fingers go numb from the difference in the temperature between inside and outside, you sigh of relief. Getou’s apartment is clean, neat and warm exactly as he promised. It’s a bit impersonal, but you pay no mind. As soon as you get home, Getou throws every wet cloth on the tile floor, exposing his wet skin and his defined back. He goes inside a room and comes out holding a towel in one hand, and the other over his shoulders. “I figured you might need one,” he says while holding out the fluffy towel. “The bathroom is the second door over there,” he indicates a wooden door at the end of the corridor. You follow the simple instructions, when you notice that if you take off your damp clothes, you’ll be left in your panties and bra, which while comfortable, is not entirely decent to do to a colleague’s house. “Getou-san! I am so sorry to ask this, but could I use the drier to hang my clothes?” you ask sheepish. But nothing comes as an answer. Then you hear a knock on the door, and Getou saying that he is leaving some clothes for you outside. You notice right away how big they look on you. They smell the same way Getou does, money and vanilla detergent.

When you finally step out the bathroom, Getou is sitting on the sofa, with the remote in hand and house wear which should be illegal in several different countries. You swallow a lump in your throat and approach Getou on the couch, when he lands his eyes on you. You feel the air changing and his pupils dilate. His gaze is fixed on your figure swallowed up by his large clothes, and he seems outwardly shaken. He shakes his head and pats the space near himself. “I hope you’re a bit warmer than you were when I found you,” he says, eyes on the screen in front of the couch, carefully avoiding yours. “Oh yeah, thank you so much Getou-San,” you answer right away. You are a bit nervous, and Getou’s hands on his knees are distracting. “You could call me Suguru, you know? After all, we are not in the office anymore,” he glances at you, hesitant but also hopeful. It feels a bit weird, but you nod and say “Thank you Suguru-san, then.” He smiles at you, and you feel a tad more comfortable, enough to set yourself on the sofa and close your eyes.

You must have dozed off, and taken Suguru’s space in the meantime, as you find yourself pressed against his chest, laying on him, while his head is bent to the side, intent to watch the motioned images of a TV program. He looks at you and your eyes go wide, you blush and start squirming around in order to put yourself in a seated position, with little success. Suguru’s hand is still on your waist, and he does not seem intent on letting you go.

“Suguru-san? I am so sorry for falling asleep on you,” you fumble, but Suguru is staring at you vacantly - and it’s then that you notice something hard pressing on your thigh. Something that definitely isn’t the remote, still in Suguru’s hand, nor both of your phones laying on the table. “You don’t really realise, do you?” He asks. You shake your head. You hear him sigh deeply. “Of the damn effect you have on me.” He moans out. “Your hair sweeping those shoulders, the way you puck your lips, those swaying hips, your nipples peaking out of your shirt,” he blurts out calmly, like a man inside a brewing storm, “they just drive me crazy.” You have no idea of what you are doing. You are in a man’s apartment, a man who is objectively attractive and who you masturbated thinking of, wearing his clothes and currently on top of him. “Suguru-san…” you try. But he shakes his head. “I’m sorry to say, but I won’t be able to control myself if you stay here any longer. It stopped raining a while ago.” He looks pained while saying those words. So you take courage and try to be forward. “Do, mh, do you..want to do something about it?” You ask with the timid tone you can manage. Your head is spinning, and the hard dick pressing on you isn’t helping. You can already feel your panties getting wetter by the second, and your nipples are way past being hard. You wonder how is Suguru not noticing the response of your body. But then his gaze turns fiery, and then cold. “My darling, I won’t be holding out much longer. If you don’t get out of here in the span of few minutes, I..” He takes a deep breath. “I, have little control over myself when it comes to you. I want you - and I want you now even more. So yes, I do want to do something about my hard cock down there, but I am not going to force you, and I don’t want you to feel obliged to do anything just because I become unreasonable when you touch me.” But you are not even listening anymore, so you just take off your shirt, revealing your naked breasts, and feel Suguru’s breath hitch. “I want you too, Suguru-san,” you hear yourself says and the next thing you know is Suguru licking your pink bud, feeling heat pooling in your lower abdomen. He sucks on your left nipple, with you still straddling him. His hands are everywhere, and there is no space between you anymore. A hand ends up twisting you nipple so hard you whimper, so Suguru soothes the pain with his tongue. He pinches and then sucks on your stiff nipples so many times you lose count. You can feel hands and tongue, lapping everything they can. You don’t even notice how his hand ends up in your wet panties, and without teasing just penetrate your cunt. It makes you gasp, and Suguru takes up a rhythm of his fingers going in and then going out, faster until he sucks on your nipple so hard that you cum. But he does not care, and puts a second finger in. Even that, however, is not enough. Your pussy is pulsating, cum flowing out but the presence of Suguru’s hands inside of you do not let your relax enough. You feel the heat already forming, and you can’t help but moan.

“You are so pretty,” Suguru lets out and breathes right into your ear, making your pussy clench around his fingers. Suguru breath is ragged, and you feel him taking a breath in.

“My darling,” he sighs putting his head on your shoulder and pressing a feather light kiss on your exposed skin “I am about to cum right here if you do that again,” he says seriously. “Please cum, Suguru-san,” you tell him and inadvertently your hand squeezes lightly his clothed cock, swollen. You put your hand inside of his joggers, just to feel pre cum pooling on his tip, no boxers hiding his bulge. Water pools in your mouth, but you a want, a need to feel him inside you overwhelms you.

“Please fuck me, Suguru-san,” you tell him. And you don’t have to repeat it twice.

You feel Suguru taking off his pants, his member springing free, the prettiest shade of red in his full glory. He takes off your pants all the way, and does not care about aligning himself, that he slams into you. His grip on your hips is harsh, bruising, but when he starts pounding into you, his mouth colliding with yours for the first time you lose the sense of time. You just feel his cock slamming into you, one, two, three times, so deep that his balls touch your sensible points every time Suguru goes in. The couch is large enough, but you still feel Suguru on you, fucking into your cunt violently, lips not leaving yours. Your hips start moving as well, welcoming Suguru’s cock as deep as you can, length swallowed up in the red hole of your pussy so good. “You take me so well my dear,” he whispers at you, before moving his mouth to suck on your left nipple. He fastens his pace, and reaches the point inside you at which you can’t do anything else but scream. You usually never scream, and moan rarely but Suguru’s cock inside you and his mouth of your breast is enough to drive you to the edge. Then it’s a question of moments that you feel yourself fall and explode on Suguru’s dick, right before he pulls out to cum on your stomach, with shots ending up to your breasts and chin. You milk him until the end, and feel him shiver a few times, before he gathers the spilt cum and takes it to your lips, which you lap up.

“Suguru-san, I..”you try to complete a sentence with meaning, but nothing comes out of you. Your pussy feels drilled in, and you are pretty sure your hips are bruised, exactly like your nipples, which have never felt so cared for. You want to do it again. Now.

“Please fuck me again,” you then hear yourself say. Suguru smiles and then lowers himself just a bit. “If you let me eat you out first,” he says, licking the cum and penetrating your hole with his tongue. “You can do whatever you want with me, Suguru-san.”

He heads up, and blows on your hot and wet cunt.

“With great pleasure.”

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plus-size-reader · 4 years ago

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Domestic

Natasha Romanoff x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2000 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Nat has a super cute wifey who likes to have mass dinners for all the avengers at their home

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The arrangement that Clint had for Laura and the kids had worked for him.

By all accounts, most people didn’t even know that they existed, which in this life, certainly helped to keep them alive.

Having people that you loved made you vulnerable, and it also put all of their lives in danger. Clint knew that all too well, and made sure that no one would know who or where they were in order to protect them.

It was a good plan, a smart plan, and when you and Natasha got married, she wanted the same thing for you.

You were the love of her life, and one of the only people in the world she truly cared for. She had spent her entire life sure that she would never fall in love, or get too close to anyone, but you had easily broken down all those walls.

That made you more valuable than gold to her.

You were her everything, and if hiding you away was what she’d have to do to keep you safe, no one would need to know about you. It had been easy for Clint, and others like him, so there was no reason it couldn’t work for her too.

Fury understood that Natasha wasn’t taking this issue lightly, so he and Colson took special precautions to make sure that no one would ever be able to find you unless they had high enough clearance and couldn’t be registered as a threat.

After all, Nat had no shortage of enemies and getting ahold of you would be all they would be after.

You were valuable to them too, for a much different reason.

Getting to you would put Natasha in quite the predicament. Using you as leverage, there was virtually nothing they couldn’t find out, which meant it was in S.H.I.E.L.Ds best interest to keep you hidden too.

They had too many secrets to keep, and Natasha held the key to most of them.

So, she kept you hidden away.

It was safer for the two of you to just keep the love you shared under wraps and you didn’t mind that. You understood that there could be real danger if you weren’t careful.

It was just something you had to do if you wanted to be with her, and you certainly did. Quite frankly, there was nothing you wouldn’t do for her, even if it meant uprooting your whole life and practically going into witness protection.

However, staying there forever wasn’t an option either.

As with all things, nothing could stay a secret forever. At some point, the secret was bound to get out to someone; though, it wasn’t as detrimental as you had always assumed it would be when it finally came to light.

The visitors you had were more than welcome.

The knock at your door wasn’t one you had been expecting, but when you opened it, you were anything but worried.

Standing there, entirely unannounced, was the woman you’d married and all of the avengers.

“What are you doing here?” you gasped, throwing your arms around her shoulders before she could so much as say hello. Technically, you weren’t supposed to be so open right away, but you didn’t care.

You hadn’t seen Natasha in months, and you weren’t sure you could hold back much longer with her right in front of you.

Living out here, while safe, was lonely.

Still, Natasha with as much as she missed you was paranoid by nature. Even this much, out in the open, made her nervous.

“Inside honey” she reminded gently, gingerly walking you back until you were safely within the confines of your home. It was only when the door was closed and locked with all of you inside that Nat visibly relaxed.

Understandably, she was uneasy about this whole thing.

Not only was she telling them all about you and the secret she’d been hiding for years at this point, but she was also gathering all the people she cared about in one place.

With a past like hers, it was a little stressful.

Though, she also found some amount of comfort in getting to see you again after all this time. The recent events had made it hard to sneak off and visit you without attracting suspicious or unwanted attention.

There was silence for a moment or two as the waiting crowd tried to figure out what was going on, or what about this place made it Natasha’s very important stop. She had been very clear that they couldn’t go anywhere until they came here.

There had to be a reason it was so important.

Natasha had never done anything like this before, and until this moment, they were sure that she didn’t have any personal connections to anything or anywhere. A woman like her, doing what she did, didn’t get that luxury.

...or, at least, they didn’t think so.

Almost immediately, of course, Tony connected the dots.

There was just something about the way she looked at you, and the way you looked back at her in turn, he’d seen it a million times before. He’d seen it in his own parents on the rare occasions they weren’t fighting.

You were in love.

The fact that he didn’t know you existed until today, or the fact that she’d hidden so much from him didn’t bother Tony in the least. In the lives they lived, everyone had their secrets, no one more so than Natasha.

If anything, he was glad she’d chosen to share with them now.

“This is your special lady, isn’t it?” he teased, doing his best not to be as awkward as he was sure it was coming across. Natasha was just so cagey about the things in her life, especially her love life, and this was news to him.

Good news, but news none-the-less.

You weren’t entirely sure what to say at first, taking your place at Natasha’s side. You knew who they were, of course, and you’d heard a lot about them but you had never had the privilege of meeting any of them before.

You didn’t get to meet many new people ever, for that matter. You were a little concerned that your people skills had gotten rusty.

It was impossible to know who was dangerous or not, and you didn’t want to risk running into the wrong kind. Being on high alert made it really hard to connect with people, even when you were sure they were safe.

It was new for you.

“This is my wife, Y/N” Natasha hummed, practically beaming as she finally said those words out loud. She had never had the privilege before, but this seemed like the perfect place to finally make it happen.

This was safe.

These people were safe, and even with as nervous as you were to be meeting them, you knew that Nat would never bring anyone even remotely dangerous to meet you.

The fact that she trusted them enough to bring them to your home meant that she trusted them, and if she trusted them, you could too. So, rather than hide behind your beautiful wife all night, you stood up a little straighter and decided to just give this thing a try.

“Hello, you must be the avengers” you tried, ignoring how strange the sentence sounded falling from your lips. It was hardly a normal thing to say, and hardly the most smooth delivery you’d ever given but it wasn’t the worst.

...And no one seemed too offended by it.

All in all, it was an okay icebreaker, and before too long, conversation was swelling all around you. You had gotten ready to start dinner when they arrived, so it seemed like the perfect thing to busy yourself with while they talked and checked out your home.

It was a cute little place, one Nat had practically fallen in love with, partially because of the close family floorplan and mostly because of the isolation.

The two of you sometimes talked about getting a bigger place, or moving somewhere far away from here, but for the pair of you, this house was just fine. It was decorated nicely, your way of having some agency over the situation you’d been put in with pictures and artwork everywhere.

“So, you’ve just been living here? Isn’t that a little difficult?” Steve asked, sitting down across from the island where you were stirring a bowl of what looked to be pasta salad.

This whole thing was blowing his mind.

In general, most everyone else had come to accept the arrangement you two shared as just part of being married to a spy but Captain America was less used to this whole thing, even now. The idea of hiding away your life partner was blowing his mind, even for safety's sake.

It seemed like it would be hard.

“It isn’t easy, but it’s just what we have to do. Nat’s made a lot of enemies over the years” you shrugged, doing your very best to explain the situation in the same way you did with everyone else.

It was just how it was.

You sometimes dreamed of what it would be like if you didn’t have to live like this. If you and Natasha could just go strolling down the street, hand in hand, without the fear of being kidnapped and tortured in the middle of the night.

Unfortunately though, that fear was justified. There were people everywhere who would have gladly gotten their hands on you, in this country, and all over the world.

“Well, you’ve got some allies in your corner now too” he smiled, finishing what was left of his glass of juice and then going to look through your wedding album with the others on the couch.

Clint had snatched it from the shelf as soon as he came in, after giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead as he always did, and insisted on showing it to the others. Your wedding pictures were some of his favorites, especially because he’d been the only other person in attendance to the event.

You hoped that for your sake, Steve was right. You had grown so accustomed to seeing everyone else in the world as a threat that it would be nice to know that you had some friends in this world as well.

“You forgot to stir the noodles, honey” Nat grinned, gliding past you to the stove where the pot was bubbling away. You had a habit of getting a little far off, especially in a kitchen setting, with a million thoughts swirling around in your head.

It was something you hated, but couldn't seem to get a handle on, but Natasha found it endearing.

It reminded her of the first time you’d offered to make her dinner and ended up burning most of the spaghetti to the bottom of the pan.

It reminded her of why she’d fallen in love with you in the first place.

Eventually, with the quick rescue of the spaghetti from Nat, dinner was ready which meant that your small, meant for two dining room, was full to the brim with assassins, super soldiers, and avengers of all varieties.

It wasn’t exactly how you saw tonight going, but as everyone crowded around the dining room table, you were anything but upset about that.

This was what you’d always wanted. A house full of guests, a warm dinner spread out over the entire table, and the love of your life at your side.

It was absolutely perfect.

You didn’t get to experience things like this very often, but you had a feeling that now that it had happened, this was going to be an ongoing occurrence for you and Natasha, who enjoyed these things much more than she’d ever admit.

After all, this group was her family, and it wasn’t going to kill her to be a little domestic from time to time.

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jessiebanethedragon · 3 years ago

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Good Soldiers

Empire!Crosshair x Reader

a/n: takes place after the events of the first episode so SPOLIERS

warnings: kissing, idk angst

Word count: 1749

The Green Visor stares at you menacingly. Even though it is not powered up, nor is it being worn at the moment. Having wrenched it off of the sharpshooter whilst clambering over him as Wrecker held him at bay. The scratches on your face, the busted lip and bruises littering you body are proof of the intense fight you’d been a part of. To say you were grieving might not be too much of an overstatement.

To be honest, all of you were grieving.

The damage the five of you had to do to Crosshair just to sedate him so that he couldn't hurt anyone else was enough to give you all nightmares for years to come. You did not feel like you were crying, crying implies you almost had control over the tears on your face. These ones started falling before you were conscious that they had started.

The rest of the batch only had an inkling of what the sniper meant to you. Their proximity to the two of you made hiding your feelings impossible, but to the exact degree, no one knew quite how deep these feelings went. They could see his eyes soften when he looked at you, the lingering touches and prideful smirks. They could see you bat your eyelashes at his scornful glare when you asked for something, and they could glance at a smile only reserved for their brother.

Hunter, Wrecker, Tech and Echo never heard the whispered ‘I love you's’ in his bunk, nor did they know that you knew how his ungloved hands felt on every part of your body. Rough on the surface and soft underneath, just like the sniper himself.

You clutch your necklace in your hands as you cry. Aggressively wringing the chain through your battered hands in hopes the pain grounds you. But it couldn’t deny the truth. Crosshair was no longer the man you loved.

He’d shot Wrecker, electro shocked Echo, busted Tech’s glasses, and even though Hunter said he was unscathed, he was twitching at every noise.

“Hey.” It was Tech, moving to crouch down to your level from where you sit on the floor of the Havoc Marauder.

“Can I see him?” You ask, sniffling up the tears in an effort to look more like the warrior the men know you to be.

“I don’t think you want to.” Tech says while scanning you over with the handheld medical-whats-it. Nothing serious is wrong, and yet at the same time, everything serious is wrong. “He’s still… restrained.” Tech explains slowly. “There hasn't been a change in his disposition yet.” the scanner beeps as it delivers its report.

“So you mean he’s still on a homicidal rage to kill us all.” You simplify bitterly.

“When you put it like that he sounds exactly the same as before the chip.” You try to manage a fake smile at that, but even with all your acting skills piled together the curve only makes it halfway. It drops so quickly when you hear the sound of struggle followed by an anger induced scream that sounds too familiar.

The havoc marauder does not have a set of barracks or prison cells so the only way to keep Crosshair safe from himself and to keep you safe from him was to magnetize a pair of cuffs to the metal of the bunks, three sets total, one for his hands and one for each foot. You shudder at how dangerous he really is, and how you never noticed.

You’re making your way into the bunk area before Tech can stop you and you rush through the doorway, wisps of hair surrounding your dirty face and heaving chest.

Through the glare, he grits his teeth. Sitting with his hands pinned above him to the metal frame of the second bunk. Forcing him to sit on the edge of Tech’s bed.

“You’re clever traitors, I'll give you that.” He says, words slithering out threateningly. The commotion that caught your attention has bought the other four into the doorway as well.

“Ohhhhh,” he taunts. “The cavalry has arrived hasn't it?” you blink. A lot. Because if you blink fast enough the image blurs enough so that it looks like the man you love. Gingerly you step towards him, ignoring the hand that reaches out to stop you. You sit yourself on the bunk opposite.

“Do you… do you recognize me?” You ask, still clutching your necklace. He shifts as best he can in the cuffs and doesn't answer. “Crosshair…” You whisper hopelessly.

“CT 9904.” He corrects. You raise an eyebrow, and decide to switch tactics.

“So CT 9904 what do you make of CT 9903, CT 9902, and CT 9901?” you gesture to Hunter, Wrecker and Tech respectively.

“Enemies to the empire.” He states,

“You can’t reason with him with the inhibitor chip still inside.” Tech chimes in, making you sigh and look away from the prisoner on the bed and back at your necklace.

“Do you recognize this?” You ask softly, holding it out to him. His eyes narrow as he looks at it - but stays silent.

It’s a tense moment, the rest of the batch also analyzing the rough gem wrapped in leather that you’ve been wearing for as long as any of them can remember. How Crosshair would have a connection to it, they’re only just realizing. He was never one for much romance, but this gift was different. Given to you on shore leave far away from prying eyes, and confirmation that even though you could never tell anyone, he’d always be yours. The necklace was confirmation of a secret relationship and the only public display of affection either of you could show.

“Crosshair.” you press desperately, “do you recognize this?” His breathing becomes a bit more laboured, more stressed, more like he's fighting something.

“Good soldiers follow orders. Good soldiers follow orders. Good-”

“Tech scan him again.” you demand watching as he begins to struggle against the bindings. Tech presses his way in the room.

“Hold his head for me,” he says before beginning a scan with a specialized tool that he's been young with for some time. You rest your hands on his face, one cupped behind and one so that you can rub calming circles on his cheek. It's the same way you used to hold him after missions that had gone less to plan.

“Good soldiers follow orders.” He says over and over as his eyes glaze over and become unfocused.

“Tech,” you say worriedly, desperately trying to coax Crosshair back to life and calm him down.

“Good soldiers follow orders.” He says with his head falling back, and you do your best to keep him supported.

“I’ve got it!” Tech shouts, looking at the left side of his temple. “Everyone out! I need to sedate him.” Your head flies up, you’re not keen to leave him, not when he's in this state.

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

“I can't leave him…”

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

“Wrecker get her out now!” Tech shouts and you feel arms like tree trunks around your middle and you can’t do more than wriggle as your hands slip from Crosshairs face as you're dragged out of the room.

It’s not too long later when Tech re-emerges but it feels like a lifetime to you. And before you can even get a word out he places a petri dish on the table, before leaving to go into the fresher. You rush back to find Crosshair laying on the floor, one hand still magnetized to the leg of one of the bunks. You doubt the cleanliness of the operation but if there's one thing the bad batch had in great supply it was Bacta and antibiotics.

There's a patch of shaven hair by his temple with a small bandage over it, and the drugs seem to be wearing off quickly because he's already shifting. You run a soft hand over his stubble. You’re scared to wake him, because if he wakes and it isn't the man you know under his eyes, you don’t know what you’ll do.

He groans, it's long and deep like the kind you're used to getting in the early hours of the morning when you get up to sneak him out of your bed and back into his bunk. Your name slips past his lips, and his eyes flutter open.

You’re ready to jump away, scared even though he's still bound. And you recoil when his arms reach for you and get stopped by the binder. He looks confused for a moment before his eyes meet the metal restraining him.

His eyes meet yours with tears falling from them.

“Crosshair?” you ask, “I need to know it’s you.”

“The necklace, I gave it to you.” He says, but you remain far from his grasp still. “It was the last day shore leave, at your-our place. We were in bed, the sun was rising, it was the first time I told you I loved you.” He says slowly, deliberately, in a soft voice he only uses around you. Unconsciously you move to him, his freehand wraps around your waist as he buries his face where your shoulder meets your neck. You pull him away only to press your lips to his in a kiss that’s a mess of tears, teeth and a need to be close to one another.

“I’m sorry.” He gasps when you break away the breath. “Maker, mesh’la i’m so sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter.” You tell him, unlocking the binder so he can hold you with both hands, before kissing him again, this time it is somehow more needy than the last, you can't get enough of Crosshair because now you know what it is like to lose him. Your hands reach under his empire blacks, partly because you want to burn every part of the empire to the ground and partly because you're desperate to properly feel him again. You feel his warm hands up your back as they go under your tunic and you keen into his touch.

Hunter clears his throat from the doorway.

“I was on my way to check on you.” He says after the two of you break away. “But it seems you two are getting on just fine.” Your face flushes bright red as Hunter turns away. “Good to have you back Crosshair.” Hunter says firmly.

Crosshair presses a kiss to your neck before smiling.

“Good to be back Sarge.”

#crosshair #crosshair x reader #crosshair x you #jessiebanethedragon #bad batch x reader #the bad batch #bad batch #tech bad batch #sergeant hunter #star wars #the clone wars #clone wars x reader #the clone wars x reader #clone force 99 #clone trooper wrecker #clone trooper echo

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lavishedinjimin · 4 years ago

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Crybaby - 3 (m)

— synopsis: he calls you crybaby, crybaby. but you don’t fucking care.

alt: Jungkook doesn’t want to leave you.

↳ pairing: jungkook x reader

↳ genre: smut, fluff

↳ rating: r-18/18+

↳ word count: 12k

↳ warnings: the usual dom!jk x sub! reader, ddlg themes, reader is small in height, degrading terms, he’s aggressive this chapter YIKES, jungkook gets turned on seeing you cry, manhandling, uses of rope and a vibrator, kinky sex, size kink, multiple orgasms, rough intercourse, jk’s a sadist, throat fucking, dirty talk, teasing, very possessive jk, and aftercare!!! there’s also some tooth melting fluff to (hopefully) balance everything out ;)

A/n: Before anything else, I want to repeat saying that everything written here is purely fictional, consensual, and doesn’t mirror the mentioned artists’ personality in real life.

Jungkook thinks you’re the most adorable person in the entire world.

“How did you even fall in love with me?” you ask innocently, resting your head on his lap as you both let Edward Scissorhands play in the background. You didn’t even want to watch it in the first place but of course, a little bit of his desperate ‘please’ and puppy eyes always wins your meek heart.

He wraps his hand around your jaw, leaning down to kiss your lips tenderly. Giggling from the sudden impromptu kiss, you feel his soft, supple lips fondle with your own so gingerly. His grip on you tightens before he pulls away with a smirk, noticing the blush on your cheeks.

“So suddenly, baby?” Jungkook mutters as he feeds you a spoonful of Reese’s ice cream he holds in one hand. Looking down at your endearing face, he replies, “Don’t you remember our arcade date? That’s when I confessed my love to you.”

“Yeah, but…” you ponder, “Did you plan it all along?”

Jungkook shuts his eyes before giggling, his dimples peeking through his cheeks. Watching black strands of hair fall down right in front of his eyes as you gaze at him in confusion. Jungkook just sits there. “Well, there’s this exact moment when I knew that I just had to make you mine.”

With your eyes slowly expanding, you try to hide the smile that was slowly creeping up your face. He places the spoon inside the tub, letting his hand stroke your delicate cheek. “Wanna know what it was, baby girl?”

The way how fast you nodded your head was a little bit embarrassing. He grins nonetheless, “So…”

*flashback*

“Y/n,” Jungkook’s arm snakes around your waist before he tugs you closer to him. He gazes down at you with a smile before he points to the shelf full of toys and stuffed animals. “Which one do you like?”

Gulping, you stare at him with furrowed eyebrows, “Why?”

He doesn’t hesitate to answer, “Because I’m gonna win as many tickets as I possibly can to get it for you.”

You didn’t know how to respond for your shyness takes over you once again. On the other hand, Jungkook finds this so charming about you.

“The pink penguin…perhaps?” you mumble.

Jungkook immediately walks closer to approach the male employee behind the counter and inquires, “Excuse me, but how many tickets to get that penguin over there?”

You giggle as you watch how serious he looked as if talking about a huge business deal with his arms crossed together.

The man replies with a bright smile, “1500 tickets, that is!”

“That’s a lot—” you exhale.

“Let’s go, Y/n!” he abruptly pulls you by the arm and tugs you along with him, “I’m gonna get that lil’ penguin for you, baby.”

Your heart swells at the petname. It wasn’t his first time saying it, you just can’t get used to it.

Even though this was the fifth date, the post-nervousness was still there. Before he picked you up from work, your hands were sweating bizarrely. It wasn’t like you weren’t comfortable with him, no, you were always at ease when you’re with him. The reason for the nervousness was you haven’t been in a relationship with someone for so long, and Jungkook has his bars set up high.

Plus, it was overwhelming in a good way; Jungkook was the confident type and he likes to display how much he adores you – either in private or public places, he didn’t care. As long as he can properly show how much he likes you.

The arcade has a very 80s feel to it, with a color scheme of mostly red, yellow, and blue. It was lively and has a fun atmosphere going around. Children were running around with their parents, eager to search for another machine to take over, teenage boys were competing against each other in a game of Tekken, and a lot of girls were having a blast inside the Karaoke rooms.

While time goes on in the arcade, you never realized that he was super competitive. “Y/n, I’m gonna beat this record, watch me.” He says in a deep tone as though wanting to sound serious, stretching his arms to prepare for the punching machine.

“Are you sure?” you chuckle as you hold all of you two’s well-earned tickets from the past hours, “The record is 877. Are you even strong enough?”

You could’ve sworn to yourself that it was an innocent, genuine question. But Jungkook, on the other hand, turns behind to look at you with those dark yet sensual eyes. He precipitously cracks his knuckles, succeeding to intimidate you.

“What a weird question, Y/n,” he says sarcastically with a smirk daubed on his face, “I don’t think you know how powerful I am, babe.”

As soon as those words left his lips, he turns back around in a flash, swinging his right arm with all his might until his fist crashes against the punching bag. You let out a loud gasp, mouth forming into a beaming wide grin as the machine slightly thuds from the harsh impact.

Still, he doesn’t look at the score and he looks at you with a cocky grin, boldly spreading his arms out.

“Kook—” you snort.

“What did I tell you, Y/n? I’m the strongest man you know.”

“Sure but,” you cover your mouth to prevent yourself from laughing too loud, “You s-scored 878!”

Jungkook whips around instantly. Surely, surely he didn’t win by only 1 single point! He groans and stomps his foot like a little child. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You couldn’t control your laughter anymore as you reach out to him, hugging his body from behind. Jungkook throws his head back in despair while he places his hands on top of yours. Your hug felt warm and soft, feeling your cheek pressed up against him. Jungkook turns you around until he was face to face with you.

“You’re so small,” he practically whispers underneath his breath. He places his long, slender index finger below your chin and tilts your head up. Then with his other hand, he uses it to remove the lost strands of hair away from your face. “So fucking cute.”

You can’t help but look away as your body freezes in place. And once again, you feel yourself wanting to crawl into a little ball and hide from everyone from how tough he was staring at you. There was a fuzzy, fiery feeling going on inside your system that you can’t seem to handle.

“Nuh-uh, keep those pretty eyes on me.” He applies just the right amount of force on your chin and angles your head to look up.

Your breathing almost stops at that single sentence.

Jungkook looked like as if numerous of thoughts were running through his brain. His eyes were not only fixated on yours but were darting all over. He memorizes the pattern on your face; the distance between your nose to your mouth, the little creases near your eyes, your moles, and even the little pimples you had on your temples, he thinks you’re so beautiful. Too beautiful to handle.

‘How can a person look so perfect?’ He asks himself.

“Kook?”

Oh, how soft your voice is. His mouth curves into a gentle smile for he can’t help himself but pull you closer.

“Hm?”

“People are staring.”

Jungkook scoffs quietly, “Let them stare, Y/n. This is our world and they’re just living in it.”

You had a tough, long day at work and this date really made your day better. You were laughing and having fun with Jungkook the whole time, experiencing one of the most enjoyable days you’ve ever had. It was as if all of your problems went away whenever you’re with him. You and he played almost every game in the arcade, except for the Dance Dance machine which was sadly under maintenance. You were really looking forward to beating him in Dance Revolution because he insists that he’s a good dancer. He has yet to prove that to you!

“Yes! I won!” You yelled, turning your hands into a fist after successfully beating Jungkook at the Hockey table. He chuckles when you stuck your tongue out at him like a child.

“I obviously allowed you to win that one, babe,” he playfully rolls his eyes. “I mean, you have to win at least something, right?”

“Hey!” you pout, treading heavily to his side. Jungkook gawks down at you with his brows raised. “I won because I’m good at it, okay?”

“Aww,” he teases, “Alright then little one. Say whatever you want.”

“You’re so,” you gulp, “so m-mean.”

Jungkook looks around the arcade, zooming his eyes all over the place until he spots an ice-cream seller just outside the building.

An idea pops up inside his mind.

“I’ll treat you some ice cream, how’s that?”

He notices how your eyes glimmer as if little shining stars replaced your pupils. You nod frantically.

“Yeah? Alright, wait for me here, okay? And in the meantime, how about you turn in all of our tickets, and let’s see if we can get the penguin stuffie.”

“Okay,” you jitter excitedly, holding the stack of tickets tighter. You watch him walk out of the area, catching the way he pulls out his black leather wallet from the back pocket of his jeans.

Making your way down the hallway to the main entrance where the ticket eaters are, you smile at a couple of strangers who had their eyes on you. When you arrived, you can’t take your eyes off of the shelves full of plushies. Especially the pink penguin that you were after. You had an instinct to squint your eyes at the toy as if having a little staring contest with it while the machine consumes and counts all of the tickets.

After a little while, you hear Jungkook’s voice calling your name.

“Y/n!” he shouts, holding up two cookies and cream ice cream cones, “come, come!”

You sprinted. You didn’t know why you were so excited to get the ice cream, leaving the tickets counting all alone behind you.

“Yaaay! Ice cr—oomph!”

There was a step slightly higher towards the exit and your feet immediately collides against it. Like a quick wisp of air, your body smashes upon the hard, cold cemented floor. A loud, painful cry escapes your lips as you close your eyes, trying to endure the building pain on your forearms and knees.

‘This is so embarrassing!’ you say in your mind, struggling to regain your composure.

People around you looked, some tried to hide their obvious laughter by covering their mouths, but none helped.

Jungkook saw everything. Quickly handing the ice cream back to the vendor, saying that ‘he’ll come back for it’, he dashes to where you are and handles your fallen body with utmost care.

“Hey, hey baby,” he whispers, placing his hands on your underarms to lift you up with ease, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

His heart drops to his stomach right when you looked up at him with your big, teary eyes.

“Oh god,” Jungkook’s voice weakens, “No, no, don’t cry baby girl, don’t cry…”

You were so humiliated. You shouldn’t have run so fast like that, you should’ve watched your step! Now everyone will look at you weirdly!

Whimpering when Jungkook makes you walk, you shake your head to show that it hurts as you try to hold back your tears. “Ohh, Y/n,” he sighs before he lifts you up, and carries you to a nearby brown bench just outside the arcade. He crouches before you, “Does your knees hurt, hmm?” his hands caress your exposed legs up and down, trying his best to soothe you.

Biting your lip, you nod slowly.

“Aw, goodness,” he leans closer to you and kisses your forehead, “What did you do, huh? You should’ve been more careful and watched your step.” He clicks his tongue, making a ‘tsk’ sound, “Good thing there’s no scratches.”

The stern, strict tone of his voice caused you to look away and hang your head low. “S-Sorry…” you sniffed.

A single tear flows out of your right eye and it slowly treads down your cheek. Jungkook was quick to notice, wiping your tear away with his thumb. “Hey, it’s okay baby.” He reaches your hand and gives it a little kiss, “Don’t cry now, hmm? Look at me,” he tilts your head up with a single finger underneath your chin, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re okay, you’re with me.”

You only stared at him with glossy eyes, not giving a reply. However, Jungkook’s mind comes up with a plan. “Wait here Y/n, okay? I’ll be right back.”

“No!” you whine, shaking your head. Your hands grab onto his muscular biceps as you try to pull him closer.

He chuckles quietly and holds your face in his big, warm hands, his eyes staring deep into yours. “I won’t be going far, baby girl, I’m not leaving you alone, yeah? Stay here for me, I’ll be back in a quick second.” With a final kiss on top of your head, he shuffles back inside the arcade, leaving you alone on the bench while the soft, supple air kisses your skin. The wind whooshes your hair to one side, causing a few strands to get caught in your mouth. You hiked your knees up to your stomach, hugging yourself in search of comfort.

You never want to go inside that arcade ever again.

A few moments have passed and you see Jungkook walking back to you with a huge grin on his face, hands behind his back as if hiding something.

Your mood instantly picks up again when he surprises you with the soft, pink penguin stuffie, handing it over to you with a big smile. You eagerly reached your arms out to grab for the toy, but he doesn’t give it to you just yet.

“Uh-uh, promise me you won’t be sad anymore?”

“I promise!” you giggle, eyes laid still on the penguin. “Gimme!”

“Right,” he sighs amusingly, “Here you go, babe.” Jungkook laughs from how fast you snatched the stuffie away from him. He looks at you with love as you cuddled the toy in your arms, pressing your cheeks against it.

In the meantime, he leaves you to get the ice creams that the vendor was still keeping an eye on the entire time. Jungkook pays him and apologizes for the wait, before coming back to you with two cones in each hand.

“Ice cream,” he gives you your cone, “for my crybaby.”

Jungkook, somehow – as crazy as it may sound – feels his chest warming up from the sight of you. How come he likes seeing you this way? Something about taking care of you drives his heart pounding. Was it because you look so cute, yet so vulnerable? Or was it his caretaking, nurturing personality that was beginning to emerge? Whatever it was, Jungkook was fond of it.

Jungkook walks you back home, his hand intertwined with yours, while you carry your penguin toy that you named Perry.

“Perry?” Jungkook chuckles amusingly, “Like Perry the Platypus?”

“Nope!” you shake your head with a serious glint in your face, “Perry the Pink Penguin!”

“Well that’s just horrific.”

The air around the two of you was great – it wasn’t hot nor cold either. You two had little sweet talks and short conversations here and there as your shoes brush along the paved sidewalks.

When you both end up in your doorstep, you bid Jungkook goodbye. “Thank you for today, Kook,” you speak shyly, “And um, for this—” you refer to the penguin stuffie. He chuckles but not a word has been spoken. So you continue, “I-I also want to say sorry… for uh… because you had to see me cry…”

“No, no, it’s alright with me,” Jungkook quickly reassures you, enveloping your small figure into a hug, leaning down so that his chin rests on top of your head. “It doesn’t bother me. In fact, uh, Y/n?”

You raise your brows, pulling out of the hug to stare at him, “Yeah?”

Jungkook gulps the ball that has been formed in his throat, looking away from your beautiful face for a moment before recollecting his thoughts, “I’ve…I’ve thought about this for a while now. Like a really long time.”

You listen with your mouth slightly agape, watching him get a little flustered.

“I really really fucking like you, Y/n. I know you know that already.”

Your heart beats a little faster.

“And I want to spend more time with you. There’s not a day where I don’t think about you. Almost every second of my mind is filled with you and your pretty smile. I w-want to treat you and take care of you everyday without having to think twice. So, uh, if you want can you…can you be my girl—”

“Yes!”

Jungkook was taken aback from your quick reply. His eyes slightly expand as the corner of his lips curve up, “Yes?”

“Yes! I-I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Jungkook’s heart was filled with joy and ecstasy for he was so glad that you felt the same way. He lifts your body up and spins you around, causing you to squeal and hold onto his shoulders.

“You’re mine now, Y/n. Fucking finally.”

*end of flashback*

“What do you mean?! So the entire time we were playing games at that arcade… the moment you fell in love with me was when I cried because I tripped?!” You bellowed, sitting up straight on the couch as Jungkook laughs his ass off from your reaction.

“Well, obviously it’s not only that! That moment just sticks to my mind a lot. You’re too adorable when you cry.” Jungkook smirks on the last sentence, having two meanings behind it.

You huff, standing up to head to the bedroom. “Hey, where are you going baby?” With him still giggling, he tries to catch your arm.

“Bedroom! I’m scared of Edward Scissorhands. You’re weird, Jungkook.”

“I’ll be with you after I finish my ice cream!”

Being a graphic designer can be challenging yet enjoyable at the same time. You get to do what you love which was drawing and editing digital photos, yet the only downfall was that you had to work in an office building. Being an introvert, having a lot of people around your workplace was a lot to get used to.

But thankfully, you have Jimin.

Not only is he one of your best friends, but he was also a senior designer who is assigned to you – his inferior.

Sometimes you two can’t even get a single thing done because all you both did was fool around your office, instead of him guiding you and teaching you the ropes.

“Hey, Y/n!” Jimin gleams as he walks inside the office room, hands in his pockets. He was wearing black fitted pants and a white long-sleeved shirt tucked inside. “Have you ate yet?”

You stretch your arms out, twisting your body side to side to crack your bones. “Uh, yeah! I ate two cups of ramen before you got here.”

He smiles at you, “That’s good. Anyway, are we still working on the designs for our Christmas calendar?” Jimin sits across from you, eyeing all of the scattered papers filled with colorful drawings.

“Mhm! This is my fourth edit. Director didn’t like my designs,” you pout.

“That’s why you need my help, Y/n.” He speaks slowly with his eyes squinting, enunciating his words, “Me and no one else.”

“Sure.” You roll your eyes.

“That’s no way to talk to your superior!”

Meanwhile, Jungkook tilts his head to the side in dismay when he gets stuck in the long traffic. He was on the way to your office building to pick you up from work, but of course, it just had to be a busy Monday today. No cars were moving even a single inch, the whole highway motionless that causes Jungkook to zone out a little bit.

Zoning out isn’t a good move for Jungkook for he tends to think about the most ridiculous, absurd things ever.

But suddenly, as if his thoughts were infatuated by a demon, the image of your sobbing, fucked-out face flashes in his mind. He unconsciously bites on his lower lip, remembering how much your little body shuddered, and how you keep withering around the bed from even the slightest of touch.

“Shit,” Jungkook breathes out, feeling uncomfortable in his seat. He shuffles around until he finds a good position, sensing a tightness in his pants. He recalls how he got so turned on just from your sensitivity, the way you were whimpering and trying your best to hold back your tears.

Knowing that he’s the only person that can make you cry from having sex really strokes his ego. Before he had you, he didn’t know that he had a kink for making his significant other cry during intercourse.

It may be just the sadistic side of him getting fueled up whenever he sees your tears, he can’t explain how much it drives him wild.

Jungkook smirks while he rests his elbow on the car door as his fingers play with his lip. He’s cocky about the fact that he can make you sob and quiver like that. Make you turn so fucking submissive and obedient for him, letting him take over and control your frail, poor body.

He remembers the first time he discovers your filthy kinks and fantasies, how baffled he was to know that an innocent, shy girl like you can be so wild. It was always the ones you don’t expect to have a freaky side.

Jungkook grunts as his hand grip the steering wheel a little tighter, knuckles turning white. He chuckles to himself as the raging boner hardens beneath his black ripped jeans, almost being a little too painful to bear. He hears your cries of pleasure ringing in his ears, the way you whimpered so cutely every time, your sobs growing louder and louder, he loves those noises. Thankfully, the traffic eases up and cars finally move.

“Oh, Y/n,” Jungkook mutters whilst shaking his head, “What an angel you are.”

If it weren’t for the traffic lights that always reminded him to slow down, Jungkook would’ve driven in light-speed just to see you again. His dirty thoughts that won’t go away was making him impatient and hornier.

When he successfully arrives at the building, he speed-walks to the elevator, heading to the second floor. Jungkook taps his foot impatiently, crossing his arms together. “Fucking hell,” he grunts as his mind keeps repeating images of your cute body trying to take his dick, how your legs shake, or the way your eyes couldn’t keep themselves open from the pleasure he was giving you. He sighs with a little grin on his face, “Why am I like this?”

The door opens and he makes his way to your area, knowing which hallways and turns he has to make thanks from his previous visits. He makes long, quick strides until he finally reaches your office.

But the excited smile that was once planted in his face fades away when he spots you from outside the window, with Jimin behind you. Jungkook feels his body tense when Jimin leans his body from behind, his arms trapping your upper body with his cheek pressed against your face.

“What the fuck?”

Jungkook’s blood boils and he feels himself getting enraged. Why were you letting him touch you like that? He knows that Jimin’s only a friend, but he was not supposed to act all touchy like that with a girl who’s already taken. It made Jungkook furious to see some other man holding his girl like that – for he was supposed to be the only one. The only arms that are supposed to wrap around your body are his.

He tries to calm down. Jungkook really does attempt to calm down but his nerves don’t stop heating up. With a shaky exhale, he grabs his phone from his back pocket and calls your number to test if you’ll pick up.

“Oh, wait, is that your phone?” Jimin asks, “Someone’s calling you.”

You giggle while you make your way to the desk while dragging Jimin behind you. Your phone displayed Jungkook’s name – although it made your heart skip a beat – you declined the call.

“Huh,” Jungkook scoffs, smirking wrathfully. He doesn’t even try to wonder why you didn’t pick up. He feels irritated and all the flirty, playful mood he once had was gone in a single moment.

You jump in surprise when the door swings open, revealing a very angry Jungkook making his way to your desk. Jimin instantly distances himself away from you.

“B-Babe!” you laugh nervously, palms getting sweaty. You quickly glance at Jimin, sending him a worried look before turning your attention back to Jungkook. Your boyfriend stands tall across the desk with his arms crossed, glaring at you with a lifted eyebrow. “You’re here e-early!”

He doesn’t reply.

Unwillingly, you clasp your hands behind your back and your head hangs low from Jungkook’s intimidating, hard glare, falling right into submission. You gulp from the immense tension that builds up in the room.

“Uh…I’ll be heading off—” Jimin says, making his way to the exit but Jungkook doesn’t speak a single word to him, nor to you.

You take this chance to gather all of your belongings, packing your laptop, tablet, and shoving all of your papers inside your tote bag in a rush.

“So we’re allowed to let other people touch us, hmm, Y/n?” He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. His head was tilted up although his gaze looks down on you.

“I-It doesn’t mean anything!” you feel your knees getting wobbly, wanting to just disappear from the harsh look he was giving you.

He rolls his eyes, “Of fucking course it doesn’t. But tell me, Y/n, if it were the other way around. If you saw some other girl’s face pressed against fucking mine while she had her arms around me, would you like it?” With your feet shuffling against the floor in fear, you look away from him. “Huh? Would you like seeing some other girl in your place?”

“No.”

“No. That’s correct. So I have the right to be fucking angry.”

Jungkook rushes forward, “Why didn’t you answer your phone, hmm?” he slams his hand on the desk, causing you to gasp. “Y/n?”

While your eyes look down on the ground, you can hear the heel of his boots clicking against the floor, walking closer to you. The air that surrounds the two of you immediately thickens, and you weren’t a fan of the tense atmosphere at all.

“I was w-working—”

“Bullshit.” He grips your jaw tightly in one hand, forcing you to angle your head up and look at him. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

Your heart clenches and drops down to the floor from the stringent attitude of his voice. You mewl when he tightens his grip and feverishly rattles your head side to side. “Use your fucking words.”

“I…w-was…” you stammer, “talking with Jimin.” Instant regret fills your mind and body for even being so close with Jimin when you should’ve answered his call. “I’m sorry—!”

“Save your sorry’s for later. I won’t be accepting your apologies soon enough, brat.”

He releases his grip on you and walks away without sparing you another glance. “We’ve been together for so long, Y/n. Haven’t you learned that I don’t like it when other men oggle you up?” Jungkook turns back around, lifting the hems of his long-sleeves so that it exposes his forearms. “If I wasn’t here, you would’ve allowed him to keep touching you like that, right? Yes or no?”

You immediately shake your head, “N-No!”

“No? Really...” he laughs darkly, “Please, Y/n, I wasn’t born yesterday. Since he’s ‘just a friend’ I still think you would’ve let him touch you. I know you, I see right past your fucking lies.”

He wasn’t wrong, and you feel so guilty. So guilty that all you wanted to do was to hug him and apologize, but you know that it isn’t easy.

“Head down to the car. Don’t make me wait for you because if not, I’m gonna fucking leave you here.” He brushes his long hair back and with that, he was gone.

A chill came running down your spine and you immediately follow right behind his footsteps.

The car ride back home was quiet and you didn’t like the silence at all. You were trying to force yourself to talk, say sorry so that everything will hopefully go back to normal. But there was as if a thick wall separating the two of you.

“Babe?” you whisper meekly, your hand nervously playing with the hem of your thigh-high stockings. Jungkook clenches his jaw yet he doesn’t respond.

A pout creeps up your lips instinctively, “I’m really really sorry…”

No response.

You feel a heavy burden in your heart, upsetting you even more because he was giving you the silent treatment. Jungkook has never ignored you like this before, not even in your most heated argument. Looking at his face in hopes that he’ll at least give you a single glance, you depict how his eyebrows were furrowed and eyes straight ahead on the road. “Kook, please talk to me—”

Your words got cut off when the engine suddenly roars loudly and the car accelerates, your body going in a state of shock as Jungkook shifts the gear. He steps on the pedal and the car goes from a steady 60 to 80 miles per hour.

“Jungkook! S-Slow down!” your left hand reaches out to grab a hold of his own hand, but he was quick to shove it away, leaving you sad and whining in your seat.

Jungkook clicks his tongue, “The faster we get back home, the quicker I can punish you.” He says without looking at you.

Your core jumps and twists at his demeaning words, feeling confused yet excited at the same time. Unintentionally, you clench your thighs together as his hot, sultry voice resonates throughout the car.

“You can smile all you want right now baby,” he mutters, “Gonna wipe that cheeky little grin on your face later when I force your orgasms out of you.”

“Put your hands against the wall,” Jungkook immediately commands after he drags you to his bedroom. He stands tall behind you, watching your poor figure slowly obeying his words. His lips curve up when he studies your body, already trembling in fear. This feeds unto his primal, dominant desires to take over you and ruin you. Your little hands touch the cold walls with your back slightly arched, already knowing what’s about to come.

Jungkook’s dick throbs in just the sight of the combination of your skirt and thigh-highs. He doesn’t hesitate to firmly grasp your ass cheek below the flimsy material with his big hand, causing a whimper to fall off your lips. “Look at this fucking outfit you have,” he muses, “If it weren’t for that sweater you have on, I would’ve said that you look so much like a fucking slut.”

“Jungkook—”

He suddenly blows a hard slap, “That’s not my name. Huh, you really wanna disobey daddy?”

You whimper, “N-No.”

He hikes your skirt up to expose more of your plump ass, landing another harsh spank that caused your body to jolt, eyes fluttering shut from the sting. “No? Isn’t it disrespectful to ignore daddy’s phone-calls?” he hits your ass again, harder, his muscles flexing. “Tell me, what was Jimin doing that he just need to fucking put his hands all over you with his head so fucking close to yours, huh?”

Your eyes instantly start to become glossy from the solid, rough slaps on your tender ass cheeks. Chewing on your bottom lip, you try your best to cover your little sniffs.

Within a quick second, Jungkook flips you around until your back was pressed firmly against the wall, his hand wrapped around your throat. You hitch your breath up from the aggressive behavior, how his eyes were quick to scan your body up and down like a predator. “You’re not gonna answer me?” he scoffs, “Fucking god – you love to make daddy mad, don’t you? Acting like such a bitch.”

Furiously shaking your head side to side, you disagree with his statement. Jungkook is scary when he’s angry – even though it can be seen as hot sometimes – you never want to make him mad on purpose!

“T-That’s not true, daddy!” your bottom lip faintly quivers as your eyes can’t seem to focus on him.

Jungkook’s eyebrows raise up, giving you a mocking expression, “Ohh really, baby?” the grip on your throat tightens, making you gasp for air, “You don’t like making me angry? When in fact that I know you like being punished like this. You like daddy manhandling your frail, little body, and letting him ruin it in every possible way. Are you gonna lie and tell me that that isn’t true, hm? ”

You didn’t know what to answer. Your chest heaves up and down in panic while you release a quiet, little mewl in desperation. Jungkook – somehow – finds that adorable; how your big, teary eyes look up at him in utter fear of what’s about to come.

He smirks as he leans down to your height, your faces so close to each other as his lips barely graze against yours. You can feel his hot breath upon you, the warmness of his body resonating.

With a low, almost gravelly voice, he asks you; “Do you not talk?”

Those words seem awfully familiar…

Gulping nervously, you tremble, “I-I can…”

“You can? Sorry darling, I just needed to make sure because you seem to be silent every time I ask a goddamn question. Now, get on the fucking bed.”

Jungkook watches you scramble and obey his command, the cold mattress rubs against your skin from the air conditioning. He stands at the edge of the bed, watching you with primal eyes. “Undress.”

“W-What?”

“I said what I said. Strip,” he crosses his arms, revealing his toned biceps, “Leave your skirt and stockings on. Remove everything except those.”

You can’t seem to look at his eyes because you were afraid that you were going to melt when you do so. You tug your sweater up, your skin exposing to the air that surrounds the two of you, followed by your bra. Your boyfriend sees your cute hardened nipples, making him smirk a little bit.

“Now your panties, go on.”

Before you can even yank your undergarment down, Jungkook speaks, “Look at me while you do so. You’ve been avoiding my eyes all this time.”

Jungkook barely hears the quiet whimper that emits your mouth while your eyes finally lock onto his. Wanting to tease you furthermore, he sends you a cocky smirk with a quick raise of his brow as you pulled your panties down.

His breath almost hitches up from the sight of you, all naked except those kinky pairs of stockings and skirt. He wonders if you specifically wore them just to tease him, heck, was it even appropriate for your work? Even so, he’s glad that he’s the only person to see you like this, so beautiful and ready to be ruined.

You wonder if he’s going to crawl on the bed with you and touch you, waiting for him to make a move but nothing happens. You look up at him expectantly with wide eyes as your hands timidly fumble with your skirt.

“Touch yourself.”

Your heart sinks to your stomach. Did you hear him correctly? Like... does he really want you to play with yourself right in front of him? You can feel your tummy do backflips from his words while you instantly turn shy once again.

“Fucking hell, is one instruction not enough for that brain of yours to comprehend? I said—,” he leans down to grab your thighs, forcing your legs apart with vigor, exposing your cunt all to his eyes. “—touch yourself.”

You whine when he suddenly crawls on top of you, arms on either side of your figure to support himself up, his face hovering above yours. He leans down and whispers in your ear, “Bring your hand down, little girl, and play with your pussy the way daddy does.”

Without angering him further, you obey and brought your hand down to touch your clit. Jungkook never removes his eye-contact as he watches your face slowly contort in pleasure. With two fingers, you gently circled your clit, making your mouth part open from the meek pleasure. “O-Ohh,” you can feel your wet lips when you dragged your fingers along them.

You feel so embarrassed masturbating in front of him like this. Jungkook chuckles and kneels in front of you, placing his knees in between your spread legs to watch how you play with your cunt. You moan when he finally grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it up, revealing his toned body for your eyes to see. This encouraged you to rub your clit faster, but it just wasn’t enough.

“Daddy…” you whine, “please...”

Jungkook notices the frown that was beginning to form your lips, but instead of feeling bad, he takes the opportunity to degrade you. “What is it, baby? Hm? Do you even know how to touch your pussy?” he teases, “Do you still fuckin’ need daddy’s help?”

You don’t even care if you look pitiful, shaking your head up and down. “Y-Yes, please touch m-me…” you say with a quiet voice. As you continue to masturbate, Jungkook sees how your body trembles, knowing that it wants more.

But sadly, you look too good in this position that you’re in. Your skirt hiked up to your abdomen while your toes curl in desperation. Jungkook lightly scoffs as he doesn’t hesitate to palm his rock-hard cock through his jeans. “Mmm, I would if you had been a good girl. But daddy wants you to cum with your own fingers, prove to me that you’re a big girl who can fucking cum without my help.”

You release an exasperated groan, arching your back in utter need. Jungkook was cruel to do this to you, as he definitely knows how much you prefer his own fingers on your juicy little pussy.

The sight was boosting his ego, whether he likes it or not. He observes how your cute, middle finger tries to insert itself inside your tight little hole, earning a loud moan from you. Jungkook sees your arousal dripping down from your entrance, the glistering liquid running down to your ass. You were so wet, and he was dying to taste you. Jungkook feels his dominance taking over as his patience was wearing thin, wanting to shove your hands away and just take over. It frustrates him how desperate you make him feel without even trying.

You finger yourself with one hand, as the other continues to rub your clit. You try to remember how Jungkook does it, your mind trying to reminisce his techniques, making you distracted from your own pleasure. It doesn’t even feel half as good as his! You let out a loud, frustrated whine, feeling your eyes well up with tears once again.

“I-I can’t,” you sniff, a tear rolling down your cheek as you try your best to make yourself feel good, “Please, daddy I need y-you!”

Jungkook leans forward as he wipes your tears with his thumb, licking his lips slowly while he watches you with a sensual look. “What do you need from daddy, hm?”

You groan, hating how much he can torture you like this. Your breathing was already unstable and your mind was thinking of ways on how you can make him touch you. “I need your fingers, daddy – please? I can’t cum like this,” you shake your head desperately, “I can’t.”

“Holy fucking shit, I think I need to get a new baby girl. One who knows how to pleasure herself without my help.”

“No!” you yell, closing your eyes as more tears wells up, “N-No! I-I’m sorry I just can’t…”

Jungkook almost feels bad. Almost.

“That’s sad, baby girl. If you can’t cum then don’t try anymore.” He abruptly spanks your inner thigh, leaving you crying for more, “You’ve been a bad girl today and you’ve got to endure your punishment.”

Jungkook tugs your hands away and your pussy clenches from the sour loss. “Keep crying, slut, this is what you deserve.” He stands up from the bed and makes his way to the closet to get something. You obediently lay there with a frown as you wiped your eyes, ogling his broad, muscular back in the meantime.

When he was taking up more time than you wanted, you kicked your legs impatiently while whining.

He smirks, rolling his eyes, “Impatient, I see?” After that, he swiftly turns around to reveal a red-colored rope, dangling it side to side for a little tease.

“What are you g-gonna do with that?” you ask with wide, glossy eyes.

Jungkook walks back to you with that signature sultry yet teasing look, making you anticipate what’s about to come even more.

“Daddy’s gonna tie your hands behind your back until your wrists bruise, little one.”

Your core throbs from the image he paints in your mind, how the rope would probably scratch against your skin, and how turned on he would be from the sight of you struggling. Jungkook motions you to turn around with a little spin of his finger. You kneel, looking away from him while he grabs your wrists together in one hand. The arrogant smirk doesn’t wipe off of his face as he ties the rope around your hands, whimpering when he pulls it tight.

“Is that too tight baby girl?” he asks, stopping himself from laughing, “Does it hurt?”

You sniff, “A l-little bit.”

“Good. I was actually planning to bind your legs together as well, but I don’t think you can handle that anymore.” He says behind you, “I don’t think your precious body can handle being daddy’s little ropebunny.”

With his words, you turn your head to look at him with a confused expression, “Rope…ropebunny?”

Jungkook chuckles and nods his head once.

“What does that mean, daddy?”

Jungkook’s heart swell, “Means that you’re letting me tie you up, restraint your body with rope – and letting daddy do whatever he fucking wants to you. Bruise your skin until it hurts too much. If maybe you weren’t such a crybaby and a sensitive little bitch then I would’ve done that to you by now.”

He doesn’t let you reply as he gives your ass a loud, stinging spank using the palm of his right hand. You whimper in pain, closing your eyes for a mere second as your mouth parts.

“Head down, ass up. Now.”

You do as you’re told, and not going to lie, your heart was doing backflips from the nervousness and intimidation of the position that you’re in. Your ass and cunt were so exposed, allowing him to see how wet you are. Your cheeks pressed against the sheets, tilted to the side so that you can at least see a portion of his figure behind you. Although you release a loud cry when he suddenly lands a slap directly on your throbbing clit. Your hands instinctively moved to grab onto something, but the rope was preventing them from doing so.

“Daddy—!” He slaps your pussy again, this time harder. He slides his index finger down your wet slick, teasingly prodding against your entrance that causes your arousal to gush.

“God, you’re so fucking noisy. I’d put a gag in that loud mouth of yours to shut you up, but daddy loves your cute whimpers too much.”

You dig your nails onto your palm when Jungkook finally plays with your pussy, using two fingers to gently – barely rub your clit. The tip of his index and middle finger brushes against your throbbing clit, using the slightest bit of pressure. He bites his lip from the way you wiggle your ass, desperate for more. “You can’t even masturbate without my assistance, fucking hell,” he muses, “did it embarrass you, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you hum meekly, grinding your teeth together because you needed more friction, and you were too afraid to tell him.

“Yeah?” Jungkook smirks, “You had to cry like a pathetic little bitch, too.” Without a warning, he easily shoves his middle finger in, making you arch your back painfully, drawing a loud squeal. He starts pumping it in and out at a fast pace. The wet squelching noise that your cunt makes, paired with your moans was music to his ears. “I guess it feels better when daddy plays with your pussy, right slut?”

When you don’t answer immediately, too focused on the pleasure, he inserts two more fingers in – stretching your pussy. You gasp loudly, his long, slender fingers reaching the most intimate places inside of you. Jungkook bites his lip harshly, getting so turned on from your sweet moans and whines.

“Y-Yeah… yes daddy – oww fuck – it feels much better,” even though your mind was filled in lust and can’t think of anything else but the way he was furiously pumping three fingers in and out of you, you answer him in fear that his punishment will turn way worse. His three fingers were almost too much for your hole to handle, making your hips tremble as it tries to accommodate the girth.

“Who owns your pussy, hm?” he uses his other unoccupied hand to rub and pinch your clit, providing you with overstimulation of pleasure. His fingers reach deeper until it hits your g-spot, making your toes curl while you once again tear up. He growls, “Who fucking owns you?”

“You!” you moan, vision getting blurry, “You own me d-daddy…” you can already feel yourself coming close to an orgasm – one thing you can’t do with your own fingers. Your stomach tightens and tightens, waiting for your oh-so needed release. You sob onto the sheets, eyes closed in desperation.

“Good thing you know—” but he suddenly pulls his hands away, leaving you shaking and breathless. “This is my cunt and I get to do whatever I want with it.”

“No!” you groan in frustration from the denied orgasm, eyebrows furrowing as your legs shake, “Fuck y-you.”

Jungkook’s ears pick up the words you muttered.

“What was that?” He roughly wraps his hand around your neck and forces your upper body to lift up. You start to panic as Jungkook chokes you, “What the fuck did you say, hm? Getting fucking bold today, aren’t we?”

“S-Sorry,” you stutter, not having the courage to speak. You didn’t mean to say that at all! You were just frustrated and the words slipped out without realizing it! He sees a droplet of tear dripping down your cheek and he rolls his eyes.

“What a bratty, disobedient little fucktoy.” Jungkook quickly stands up to unbutton his jeans and pulls it down, leaving himself in his underwear. “You’re not the good girl that I know.” He hops back on the bed with you and moves so that he kneels in front of you. He holds your face up with one hand on your jaw as the other pulls his boxers down. Your mouth waters from the sight of his cock springing out, the angry red tip hitting your cheek.

“If I stuff my cock down your throat then maybe you’d shut the fuck up, learn your lesson, and think before you speak. Huh, slut?” He strokes his length a few times, letting his precum lube his cock.

He nudges the tip against your lips, signaling you to open your mouth. He releases a long, guttural moan when you wrap your lips around him as he pushes his length further and further, your mouth feeling so warm and wet. Jungkook initiates the pace as he starts to rock his hips steadily. A sudden gush of tears escapes your eyes when he shoves past your gag reflex, whining as your throat struggles to take in his big cock.

“Choke.”

Jungkook doesn’t wipe the tears off of your face like he used to, this time letting them flow and drip down your jaw. Your pussy clenches every time he thrusts forwards, feeling yourself get wetter and more aroused from the noises he makes. He twitches whenever your throat contracts, feeling it tighten and squeezes his cock so good.

“Do you like this, baby girl?” he smiles sadistically, “You like being throat fucked?” Jungkook knows you can’t answer so he continues to torment you, “I like you better when your mouth is stuffed with daddy’s cock. Much more useful than being an undisciplined, rude slut.”

You shut your eyes while you slack your jaw, trying to take all of him the best that you can. He grabs a bunch of your hair, pulling at your scalp, the pain making you kick your legs repeatedly. While he snaps his hips, thrusting in and out, Jungkook watches how your saliva drips down from to your chin that makes a whole mess of your face.

Jungkook finally gains some sort of empathy, pulling his dick out to let you breathe. You emit a harsh, rugged exhale. He lowers himself until his face was directly parallel to yours, “Why was he touching you like that?” His eyes scans your poor, messy self, eyes puffy with your hair all over the place.

You sniff, “He’s just a f-friend!”

He wipes the saliva on the corner of your mouth using his thumb, “Don’t you have a boyfriend? Hm? Doesn’t he know that you’re mine? Even if he’s your goddamn friend, he doesn’t need to touch you like that.” His voice somehow turned soft, a bit more like his natural talking voice. He shakes his head whilst staring directly at your weary eyes, “And what if I wasn’t there, huh? What if he did something to you that I wouldn’t like?”

“Are…” you tilt your head, trying to lighten up the situation in hopes that he’ll go easy on you. You start to giggle, “Are you jealous, daddy?”

You didn’t know that it was a bad move until his face immediately hardens, raising an eyebrow up. He scoffs, “You think I would be punishing you like this if your actions took a toll on me, Y/n?” he stands up from the bed and walks over to the bedside table, opening the drawer, “Lay on your tummy. I won’t say it again.”

Jungkook grabs the remote control vibrator from the box of toys the two of you had been collecting. You certainly love your toys, he knows that, but it’s a completely different situation if he uses them to torture you. It’s better for him that you can’t see what he’s doing, bringing your anticipations up for what’s about to come. He turns the toy on, your breath immediately hitching when you hear the buzzing sound. The hot pink, egg-like looking toy with a slender tail vibrates against his palm.

“Daddy? Wha…what are you gonna do with tha—” Your words painfully got cut off when he plunges the toy inside your pussy, the vibrations instantly resonating throughout your core and lower abdomen. You sobbed loudly, the rope tightening around your wrists whenever you tried to struggle away. “Oh my god!” your back arches, feeling your eyes rolling to the back of your head, “Daddy!”

He walks to the other side of the room to go sit on the plush loveseat, twiddling with the remote on his right hand. He doesn’t hesitate to crank the setting up, noticing how your ass trembles and wiggles. Your mouth drops open while you feel an immense tingling sensation down there, moaning and shuddering on the bed.

Jungkook wraps his hand around his cock and starts to pump slowly, observing how your cute little figure trembles and makes a mess of the sheets. He notices the way your pussy clenches around the toy so tightly, and how your cunt never stopped dripping in arousal.

He teases his swollen tip with his thumb as he turns the toy’s setting up another notch. The smirk grows on his face from the noises you make. He was addicted to the sight of you right now; your hips shuddering as you try to escape all of the vast ecstasy, the stockings you wear making you look as adorable as ever – if he had a camera he would definitely take a picture of you.

“Daddy, p-please – I’m gonna cum!” you sob, chewing on your swollen bottom lip. That was his cue to put the setting to the highest level. Within a flash, your spill your cum down your pussy and onto the bed, ruining the sheets as your body contorts, hands balling into tight fists. Your orgasm feels like you gushed a whole waterfall, cumming so hard while your hips involuntarily lifts up off of the bed.

He continues to fuck his hand, staring at your sweaty, hot body with hooded eyes while he groans darkly. His cock was rock solid and was also begging for a release, but he knows to control himself. Jungkook hears your sobs get louder and louder, knowing that the overstimulation was too much for you to handle.

He stands up and crawls back with you on the bed, his warm hands starting to caress your inner thighs.

“Da—” you cry, “daddy… t-too much…”

“Yeah?” he smirks before lifting your ass up until he was directly in front of your cunt. he smells your arousal and it caused shivers to run down his back. Without holding back, he wraps his mouth around your throbbing clit and starts to suck harshly on it.

Jungkook was absolutely nasty to do this to you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel his tongue swirl around your bud, flicking and sucking at the same time. You can’t even comprehend the pain and pleasure that as going through your body right now, for it was all too much. “A-Aawwh shit,” you breathe, “D-Daddy, I can’t... oh m-my god!”

The combination of the powerful buzzing vibrator inside you, plus his mouth on your clit caused another strong climax to wash throughout your system. You flail your arms behind your back as your body can’t seem to keep still. Jungkook holds your hips in place as he licks your pussy clean of your cum. He grunts from the way your legs were quivering after forcing another orgasm out of you.

“Taste so fuckin’ delicious,” he says after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “What a good little pussy.”

Finally, he pulls on the tail and the toy plops out with a wet sound. Though your chest doesn’t stop heaving up and down, your system is still riled up from the strong orgasms you just had.

“What will you say, baby girl, hm?”

You perk your head up from the sudden question. Your mind quickly wanders for an answer but was quickly distracted when you feel him squeeze your tender ass cheeks.

Leaning down to your ear, he whispers with an awful smirk, “Say ‘thank you daddy’.” His monotone voice sent shivers all throughout your body, “Say thank you for letting you cum. I would’ve stopped the toy and edged you when you were about to orgasm to further your punishment, but glad I didn’t, right baby?”

“Thank…” your cheeks start to heat up, “Thank you for l-letting me cum, daddy.”

“Mm, good girl. I just had to get a taste of your sweet cunt after seeing you shake and tremble like that. Such a good, pretty little girl.”

He was actually supposed to reward you after this. That was just his initial plan, until he is distracted by your phone suddenly ringing from the other side of the room. He quirks a brow up and starts heading to where your bag was placed, rummaging through it to get the device that interrupted the moment.

He reads the caller ID.

Jungkook is dead quiet as he reaches back to you until he takes a seat on your thighs. His silence further builds up your anxiousness, your gut twisting and turning after you hear him groan underneath his breath. “Daddy?” whispering, you tilt your head to the side to figure out what he was doing.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you picked up the phone,” Jimin speaks in a rush, “I was so worried about what happened. Are you and Jungkook okay?” He rolls his eyes and doesn’t hesitate to put the phone on loudspeaker, placing the device in front of you so that you can see who was calling.

Jimin’s voice unsettled you, leaving your body in a state of shock, humiliation, and awkwardness. You furiously shake your head, lips pursed in a straight, pungent line – making it known to Jungkook that you didn’t want to talk to him. Why can’t he just hang up?!

“Hello? Y/n?” As Jimin worries from the other side of the line, you quietly mewl when you feel him poking the tip of his dick right up against your dripping wet entrance, sliding the head up and down your soaked slit slowly to torture you. “Answer him,” Jungkook growls from behind, “Talk to him as I fuck your tight little pussy.”

“Y/n, do you hear me?” Jimin asks once again, and this time you pick up the courage to reply.

“Y-Yeah,” your voice strains, closing your eyes as you try your best not to moan out loud as Jungkook pushes the head in, feeling your walls flutter around his thick girth. “I hear – oohh – I hear you.”

While inching his cock further and further, he grasps your bounded wrists in one hand, as the other firmly holds onto your waist. He struggles to keep quiet, only releasing quick little grunts here and there as he slowly thrusts his hips. Your body squirms from the humiliating situation he has put you through, yet he holds you down.

“Hey, I’m really sorry about what happened earlier,” You notice the sad tone in Jimin’s voice, “I really didn’t mean to touch you like that, and I should’ve known better. You’re taken.”

“M-Mhmm—!” Jungkook shoves his length deeper and deeper, hit tip hitting your g-spot again and again, rougher and harder with each sharp thrust. Your eyes generate more tears, definitely making your nose a little bit stuffy while you struggle to breathe properly. Jungkook groans underneath his breath from how tight your pussy is after being teased and tortured.

Jimin continues with his apology, saying that he wants to personally apologize to Jungkook – but you weren’t listening anymore. You can’t! His words were going in one ear and out of the other because your mind only focuses on how his big, thick cock was tearing your cunt apart. With each outward stroke, your pussy keeps sucking him back in. He smirks from the way your pussy was gushing your arousal endlessly, soaking the sheets and making a mess of yourself.

As if everything can’t be humiliating enough, Jungkook blows a hard, loud spank on your ass, definitely not caring if it can be heard from the other end of the call. Gasping, you mewl from the stinging sensation but also worried if Jimin heard. Jungkook laughs menacingly, spanking your ass again.

“Y-Y/n?” Jimin says slowly, “What’s happening over there?”

“Nothing! I’m o-okay – mmngg shit,” your jaw drops when he fucks you faster and rougher all of the sudden, his balls starting to clap against your poor, throbbing clit. Jungkook feels impatient so he takes the phone back, puts it against his ear, and speaks for you. “Jimin!” he greets happily as if he’s not pounding your pussy until you break, “Don’t worry about Y/n, she’s doing just great.”

How can he talk so steadily like that? Your teeth sink down on your bruised bottom lip again to stop you from moaning too loud. “But I’m trusting you, Jimin, not to touch my girl like that again, okay? I know you two are friends, sure – but there’s a limit. She has a boyfriend now.”

The possessiveness in his voice turns you on so much, not even expecting such a dark tone as he talks to him like that. Your arms start to hurt after being tied for too long, wrists getting sensitive as it keeps scratching against the rope.

“Yeah, okay, goodbye.” He finally hangs up, throws your phone somewhere on the floor. After that, he firmly grips your waist and changes your position with ease. He sits down on the bed, flips you around to make you straddle his cock.

His breath almost gets stuck in his throat from the way you looked. His hands immediately flies to cup your head, thumbs wiping your tears away from your cheeks as you look down at his with lustful eyes. “Baby girl,” he whispers, eyes raking your body up and down while you don’t stop bouncing on his cock, “Keep crying. I wanna see you get ruined on my big cock.”

He pulls you closer by wrapping his right hand around your neck, squeezing tightly, as his other hand guides your hips up and down. Your hard nipples slightly graze against his chest, adding more pleasure than you already can take.

“I’m g-gonna cum,” you grit, eyes drooping, “I’m gonna fucking cum again, daddy.”

He chuckles and nods his head. He can’t stay angry at you for too long. He can’t wait to provide you the aftercare that you deserve after this. He helps you to your orgasm by meeting your thrusts, fucking his cock into you while he brings a hand down to rub your clit with vigor. Your moans were getting louder, higher in pitch, as you can feel the oh-so-familiar tightness in your stomach again. You throw your head back, hands trying to pry themselves out of the rope. Thankfully, he gives you the benefit of the doubt and finally starts undoing the knot, unwrapping your wrists so that they can finally be set free. “Here you go princess,” he groans, “Ah ah, keep your arms still.”

Within a second of your hands being free, you quickly hug his sweaty body so tightly, pressing your cheeks against his shoulder, not only to have something to hold onto but to feel his comfort after a long time of being suppressed and denied from it. Jungkook laughs and kisses your shoulder, “I love you, Y/n.”

“Love y-you— awh god, thatfeelssogood!”

“Yeah?” he bites his lip, feeling the urge to tease you with his words for the hundredth time, “How good?” He attaches his mouth on your damp neck, sucking and biting on all of the sweet and tender spots that he knows you love. Trailing kisses all over, you were certain that he’ll leave marks all over your skin. Your body shivers when he uses his teeth to bite down on you, adding more to the buildup of your climax. “So g-good, daddy,” you whine, bouncing up and down harder, “Your big cock f-feels…feels so good inside my tight fucking pussy, daddy.”

Jungkook’s cock throbs from your unexpected words, gasping a little with a cocky smirk, “Mmm, when did you learn how to talk like that, huh?” a spank lands on your right, tender ass cheek, “Such lewd words coming out of that pretty mouth.”

Your mind starts to feel dizzy, almost to the edge of blacking out as your orgasm overpowers your body. He grunts from the way your walls were clenching around him so firmly, using his dick to your own good. Wrapping his arms around you tighter, he forces you to stay still on his cock while letting you ride out your high. “There we go, baby, there we go. Cum for me,” he insinuates, “Fucking hell, such a good, pretty girl for daddy.” He lifts your chin up with one hand, trying your best to make eye-contact with him but your tearful eyes feel too heavy. “Cumming so hard, oh my fucking god darling.”

Almost seeing black and white spots, your mind goes into a frenzy for you have no thoughts but the overwhelming sensation of your climax taking over your body. Jungkook moans as he lays you back down on the bed, bringing himself to his high. With your body shivering from the high sensitivity, Jungkook doesn’t stop.

His thrusts were sloppy and his pace becomes unsteady, moans getting louder. His body tenses and goes still inside of you, trapping your small body in his as he blows his load. He fills your cunt up with his cum, painting your walls in his seed. You can feel him twitch while you claw your hands on his back, trembling.

Jungkook mutters a series of curse words as your pussy squeezes his cock so hard, milking him properly until the very last drop of cum. After a little while, he pulls his dick out and he sees his cum leaking out of your pulsating little hole and dripping onto the bed. Licking his lips from the hot sight, he caresses your inner thighs as he tries to calm you down.

“Deep breaths, sweetheart. Deep, slow breaths for me.” He hovers back on top of you as he places his right arm underneath your head for support, his other hand gently stroking your side. All the anger, all the controlling and dominating aura that he previously had ten seconds ago immediately fades as he takes the role to comfort you the best that he can. He wipes your cheeks clean with the back of his hand, almost looking down at you with a slight pout. “Baby girl, look at me, hm?” Jungkook whispers gently, “Look at me.”

Once you do so, he feels himself almost collapsing from the poor, worn-out look that was embedded on your little face. “Oh, sweetie,” he sighs, “I’m so sorry.”

“N-No,” you slowly shake your head, still breathless, “Don’t say…”

“I should’ve, fuck—” Jungkook tilts his head to the side in dismay, feeling almost frustrated in himself, “I should’ve fucking stopped, look at you baby.” He holds your hand, gives your bruised wrist a wet, long kiss.

“Kook, I’m okay,” you giggle, a hint of tiredness in your voice, “I l-loved it.”

“Are you sure? Baby girl do you remember what I told you? If you ever feel too uncomfortable, or pain that you couldn’t bear anymore, or if you just want me to stop completely, what will you say?”

Perhaps this was one of the best things you love about Jungkook. His duality. One minute he’s rough and would dominate the fuck out of you, and the next minute he’s treating you like his princess.

“I’ll say my safe word.”

“Good,” he kisses your lips once, smiling down at you, “always remember that.”

You were awfully thankful that he’s the type to always shower you in kisses after a whole round of sex. Always caring about your well-being, that’s what he loves to do. Jungkook has cleaned himself in the bathroom first before he can handle and take care of you. He comes out of the bathroom dressed only with a pair of gray sweatpants with a damp towel and one of his t-shirt in his hand.

Kneeling before you on the bed, he starts to gently wipe your inner thighs and genitalia with the cloth. It was ticklish on the spot of your inner thighs, releasing a giggle as you try to move away from him. He smirks, grasping your leg down. “Tickles?” he grins at you.

“Turn around, little one. Let me massage your back.”

Your heart beats happily at that. But once you followed his command, his eyes immediately fly down to your ass. He hikes up the skirt that you still had on a bit higher, and he sees his handprints imprinted on your precious, delicate skin. “Holy shit,” he breathes out. Your body twitches when he carefully lays a hand down. “Sorry for this, little one. Guess you aren’t sitting for a couple of days, huh?”

Hiding your face in your arms, you quietly squeal, his words having an effect on you. “I g-guess so.”

Jungkook proceeds with his mission to massage your back, using his big hands to his advantage to knead your skin with just the right amount of pressure, massaging your arms and shoulders, pressing down on your lower back. Little groans emit from your mouth, enjoying the warmth of his hands. Your eyes eventually close, feeling that you were eventually going to fall asleep from how relaxing it is.

“Want some tea, darling?” he asks.

“Mm, no thank you. I’m a little sleepy…”

Your mouth curves up into a grin when he starts peppering kisses all over your back as well, moving your hair to one side. Jungkook, too, was smiling. He can’t even figure out how he got so lucky with you.

“You wanna nap, Y/n?”

“Mhm,” you nod.

“Okay, let’s get you in this shirt first. C’mon sweetie, flip back around for me.”

He holds onto the hem of your skirt and tugs it down, throwing it somewhere on the floor. His shirt reaches almost on your knee after slipping it on. Soon, he lays down beside you and starts spooning your body. It was easy for him to enclose yourself in his warmth, for his limbs were obviously bigger than yours. “Let’s take a rest and clean everything up later, okay?”

Although you didn’t reply.

“Baby?” he tilts your head to make you look at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Kook, I-uh…I wanna say sorry for what happened earlier—”

“Shh, shh, settle down now, sweetheart. I’m not angry about that anymore,” he gives you a beaming smile, his dimples peeking through. Oh, to swim in someone’s dimples…

“Don’t worry about it. I love you, Y/n. More than this fucking world.”

“Impossible!” giggling, you eventually squirm around him because you know for a fact that he’ll hug you tighter.

He did.

“Nothing’s impossible when you’re mine – my girl.”

God, you can never take a break with him and his impeccable word choices. You feel your cheeks heat up, shying away from him that caused him to laugh in amusement a little.

“I love you too, Kook,” your heart says genuinely. Jungkook pulls you closer and makes you rest your head on his arm. “Cozy? Let’s take a rest, baby. You’ve had a long day today, you did well. You might be sore afterwards but I’ll be right here when you wake up.” The only thing you can remember after that was the gentle kiss he placed on your cheek, and the feeling of love and comfort in the air that encloses both of you.

“You know, Jungkook,” Taehyung speaks while munching on his Cap’n Crunch cereal, watching Jungkook come back to their apartment after driving you back to your own building. “You’re fucking lucky I was out partying. If not I would’ve…” Jungkook rolls his eyes when Taehyung fakes a gagging sound, “I w-would’ve thrown up hearing the two of you.”

“Funny,” he says blandly while heading towards the cupboards to make himself his own bowl of cereal.

Taehyung walks to his side, “Aren’t you and Y/n together for almost a year now? I don’t know much about relationships, but don’t you think it’s time for you guys to have a place of your own?”

Jungkook chuckles, heading towards the living room as he sits on the old green couch with his cereal on one hand. “So you’re kicking me out, Tae?”

“Well yeah, maybe I am, asshole.”

The youngest abruptly turns his head to him with a look of confusion, “Wait, really?”

Taehyung smirks, “Yup! I’m sick of you bringing Y/n here just to fuck, and not even let her hang out with me!”

Hang out with him? Since when was Taehyung interested in her? After a little moment of silence, Jungkook finally thinks of a reply, “What do you even wanna do with her? Also most of the time you’re either out getting drunk or locking yourself up in your room playing video games.”

“Threesome.”

Jungkook almost spits out the mouthful of milk and cereal.

“What the fuck—”

“Let’s have a threesome together.”

“No fucking way, bro.” Jungkook scoffs, pointing a finger at him, “We are not doing that.”

Taehyung was having the time of his life teasing Jungkook. He stands up in front of him, blocking his view of the TV. “I’m not having a threesome just to see you naked, cunt,” slowly, his mouth forms a smirk, “I wanna see Y/n nak—”

“Don’t even think about finishing that, Taehyung. I’m not fucking joking around.”

“Okay, shit, chill man,” he laughs, watching how Jungkook rolls his eyes. “And here I am thinking that you’re kinky and open-minded.”

Taehyung just loves to get into his nerves.

“I am,” Jungkook says in all seriousness, looking directly at his eyes. “But you know how I am with her. How selfish I can be. Other people will be fine with this, sure, but her body is for my eyes only, Tae. You can fuck anyone you like but not my girl.”

Taehyung sighs, walking away as he throws his hand in the air, “Fine, fine, whatever.”

Jungkook crosses his legs together, leaning back into the couch as he closes his eyes. The fact that he just had to put that image into his mind – someone else fucking his girl – he just can’t do it. He can be too possessive of your body and he wants it only for him.

“But if your girl ever wants two cocks to play with one day, hit me up.”

“If she wants two cocks then we’ll use a fucking dildo. Shut your ass up or else I’m gonna beat the fuck outta you,” Jungkook warns with a menacing chuckle.

Although Taehyung isn’t bothered by it, he fakes being frightened, “Oooohh, scary! Don’t hit me daddy!”

“Yep, that’s it.” Jungkook places the bowl down on the couch before abruptly standing up. Taehyung runs away while laughing like a madman with Jungkook following behind him. His roommate ends up locking himself inside his room where Jungkook can’t come in. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He says in the middle of laughter.

“You’re fucking hideous, you know that?” Jungkook crosses his arms.

“Tell me something I don’t know, Jeon.”

When Jungkook turned nineteen, he remembered asking his mother when a man should introduce his girlfriend to his parents.

His mother, heart filled with genuine compassion, replied with; “When you are fully committed, and when you know for a fact that you will be spending the rest of your life with her – that’s when you let her eat at our table. So be very mindful of your feelings, Jungkookie. Remember this when you grow up, alright? I know you didn’t believe in long-lasting love when you were younger, but trust me when I say that it truly depends on the person.”

It was clear that Jungkook’s romantic side definitely came from his parents.

And fast-forward to the present, here you are sitting at their dining table, meeting his parents for the very first time.

“So, Y/n,” Jungkook’s mother beams from the other side of the table while passing her husband more rice for his bibimbap, “How did you and Jungkook meet?”

“Mom,” Jungkook chuckles, “Haven’t I told you that a hundred times already?”

You blush from his words, trying your best not to look down in shyness. Though you feel your boyfriend’s right hand rests on your knee to ease you up.

“I know! But I just want to hear it from Y/n’s point of view! Who knows, you might be hiding some details!”

Before you can speak, his dad talks before you, “I was actually there at the time,” he smiles at you, “I think you should thank me for making Jungkook talk to you!”

“Hun, please let Y/n talk—”

Jungkook grins, “I think I would’ve talked to Y/n whether or not you told me so, dad.”

“Let the girl talk!” his mom balls her hand into a fist and pounds on the table.

You busted out a laugh, quickly covering your mouth as you shook your head in disbelief. You’ve never encountered such a fun, happy family like this. This was your first time being introduced to someone’s parents, and truthfully, you wanted them to be your last.

“So, um,” you take a glance at Jungkook before continuing as if asking for permission first. He smiles down at you and nods his head, feeling his hand squeeze your knee. “Jeon’s Kitchen was actually a favorite place of mine! And of course, it’s still is—” you beam at his father, “It was raining very hard so I decided to stop by to eat some food before work.”

“Brown coffee and banana bread, yep, I remember that!” His dad proudly says.

“That’s correct, Mr. Jeon,” you giggle, “I sat alone and waited for the order until Jungkook here suddenly bursts into the café, all drenched from the rain!” You turn your gaze at him with creased eyes from the way you were smiling as you talk, “If I remember correctly, his car broke down and he had nothing to do, so he decided to help Mr. Jeon with work, is that right?”

Jungkook responds with a hum, staring amusingly into your glimmering eyes that were full of love.

“Until Mr. Jeon told Jungkook to keep me company! So yeah, that’s where we started talking.”

Of course, you had to leave out the fact that you had such an intimidating first impression of their son. You recall how hard his stare was as he talked to you, and how he literally made you blush so easily just by his handsome smirk (that until now you couldn’t get used to!). He carried such a strong aura, even up to this day.

“After that, well, we exchanged numbers and everything went from there!”

Before Jungkook drove you to his parent’s house so that they can finally meet you, you were an absolute nervous wreck. Overthinking that what if you say something embarrassing? What if you humiliate yourself in front of them? You were driven to have a good impression on them, which Jungkook founded adorable. Of course, he reassured you, saying, “They already love you from all of the stories I’ve told, baby.”

And he was right. His parents never would’ve thought that a girl like you would walk into his life. You’re a blessing for their son.

Jungkook doesn’t sway his eyes off of you as you continue to chat with his parents, telling them your goals and dreams for the future. He watches the way your mouth tilts into the prettiest smile he’s ever seen, lips tinted with lipstick that was just begging to be kissed. He also catches the way your head slightly tilts as you talk, oh – he can’t forget how your knees were nervously jumping! With his hand slowly caressing your knee up to your thigh, he reminds you to calm down.

His breath hitches up a slight bit when you unexpectedly hold his hand under the table. He feels how cold your hand was so it was good for you to take his own warmth. Using his thumb, he strokes your skin delicately, and you instantly feel much better.

When the time is right and when he garners enough money, he will buy a house for the two of you. It doesn’t have to be fancy or anything elegant, but enough to keep you happy and contented – he knows you’ll understand that. Needless to say, he’s excited about the future he’s going to have with you. His mind wanders to the point of your first anniversary, the second anniversary, even up until marriage and having kids. It’s a huge stretch, yes, but he’d rather spend his life alone than without you.

If his past self can read his mind right now, he’d definitely laugh.

He can’t wait to live his whole life with you by his side. You already have all the qualities he’s been looking in a person, and there’s no way in hell he’s going to leave you anytime soon.

His mother’s voice cracks him from his thoughts, “Y/n’s such a pretty girl. So amusing to look at, too!” She gawks at you with excited, wide eyes. Her eyes reminded you of Jungkook, the same big and round ones, “Next time when you come to visit us, let me teach you my signature shrimp fried rice recipe, okay? Are you allergic to shrimp, Y/n?”

“Nope! I love shrimp!”

“That’s great!” his mom claps, “Jungkook, thanks for bringing Y/n here with us. She’s so wonderful.”

Shaking your head, you try to take her compliments as much as you can but of course, your bashfulness takes over.

Your boyfriend removes his hand from yours, only lifts it up so that his arm can rest at the backrest of the chair while he starts to stroke your head lovingly. The corners of his lips tilts up to form a smile, he feels as if fireworks were going off of his whole body, for he was so in love with you. How can a person love someone this much?

He mutters the next sentence underneath his breath, thus only he and his pounding heart can hear; “That’s my girl.”

The End.

Thank you so much for all of the amazing support for Crybaby! I never expected so much love and anticipation in the first place. I wrote Crybaby without any serious plot with a ‘tragedy/problem’ in mind, for it was only supposed to be a oneshot haha! Crybaby was mainly about the fact that Jungkook has dacryphilia and that’s it. But thanks to the support I’ve gotten, I made a part two and three! It’s sorta sad to end this series because I know a lot of people (including me) love this couple soo much! But they’ll make an appearance in short drabbles or even kinky hours. I’m sorry for the sudden ending, but this will not be the end for them!

Please tell me what you think by commenting or sending an ask, I really love to read your reactions!

Please stay safe, especially in these times. Remember that you are loved, and please be happy. I love you!

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