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hannahshattuck · 1 year

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A Grand Evening

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Joaquín Torres

Rating: Explicit

Square: N5 - Praise Kink

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dom Bucky Barnes, Sub Joaquin Torres, Praise Kink, Sex Toys Under Clothing, Lingerie, Dirty Talk, Affectionate Name Calling, Daddy Kink, Baby Falcon is actually Baby Slut, Vibrating Butt Plug, Joaquin’s Slutty Internal Thoughts, Bathroom Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex

Summary: Joaquin wears a velvet suit to a gala, Bucky is not to be held responsible for his actions, and Sam is done with those two.

Written for @allcapsbingo All Caps Bingo Masterlist

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A/N: A big shoutout to @demonangelsworld for beta-ing this. And @buckyismybicycle who’s kidnapped me into the Buckquin ship.

“J, baby? Where are you? We need to leave in five minutes.” Bucky got ready in Sam’s apartment at the compound since Joaquin said he wanted to surprise Bucky. “J?” Bucky walked towards their bedroom until he heard a yell.

“Coming!” As Joaquin walked out, Bucky literally stopped breathing.

“Baby…”

Joaquin was dressed in an all-black suit. But not just that…the jacket was velvet. Fucking velvet. With a little bowtie to match.. Good god, this boy was going to give Bucky a heart attack. His hair was slicked but not too much because Bucky could make out the slight wave Joaquin’s hair had when it wasn’t regulation short.

“Do you like it? I wasn’t sure if the velvet would be too much. If you think it is, I have just a plain black one, but I kinda like the texture differ-hmpf!” Bucky cut Joaquin off by kissing him like his life depended on it. As they pulled away for air, rouge covered Joaquin's cheeks as he shyly asks, “You like it?”

“Oh, baby.” Bucky gripped him by the shoulders and held him at arm's length to get a good look at his boy. “I absolutely love it. This is a nice surprise.” Bucky couldn’t help but rub his right hand across the velvet. He could tell it was good quality too. None of the cheap stuff. This was almost buttery soft to the touch.

“Oh…um…this isn’t the surprise.” Joaquin’s shyness had continued to grow, which told Bucky one thing.

Bucky looked at him before he smirked. “Baby boy,” Bucky wrapped his metal arm around Joaquin’s waist and pulled him tight. “Are you wearing something naughty?” The super soldier’s voice was so deep it was almost a growl. The younger man hid his face in Bucky’s tux jacket-covered shoulder. He nodded as he held up two fingers. “Two? You’re wearing two naughty things? You’re just gaggin’ for it, huh?” Bucky’s right hand snuck under Joaquin’s jacket and past the waistband of his pants. Bucky expected to feel the wider band of the Calvin Klein boxer briefs Joaquin typically wore, but instead felt what seemed to be a thinner band…a thinner lace lined band. His hand snaked further into the other man’s pants and cupped his ass. The ass of Bucky’s dreams was covered in lace. “Are these…?”

Joaquin nodded with his face still hidden in Bucky’s shoulder. “There’s another surprise too.”

Bucky smirked down at his boy and had a feeling he knew what it was. More specifically, where it was. He moved his hand right between the lace-covered cheeks and, through the panties, pressed toward his boy’s hole.

“You little slut. Really are gaggin’ for it.” Bucky pulled his hand from Joaquin’s pants and pushed him against the hallway wall. He pushed his hardening length against Joaquin's hip. “You feelin’ what ya doing to me? You feelin’ how hard Daddy is?” Bucky whispered in the other man’s ear, causing him to whimper. “And how do you expect Daddy to act now that he knows his slutty baby boy is all plugged up and wearin’ panties.”

Joaquin whimpered again as he gripped Bucky’s shoulder’s. His fingers dug into flesh and muscle on the right but unyielding metal on the left of Bucky. He knew his boyfriend, his Daddy, would have a reaction, but he didn’t think it would be borderline feral.

Bucky connected his lips to Joaquin’s neck and sucked hard. He knew his boy marked up easily, and when he was done, the hickey would be just under the collar of the black button-up. The Sergeant gripped the First Lieutenant’s hips but not too tight to hurt him. Just enough to maybe leave some bruises.

“Bucky…” Joaquin moaned as Bucky bit down lightly on his neck. He knew there’d be a mark, but he didn’t care. The rush of everyone seeing his Daddy’s mark on him was greater than the possible embarrassment of showing up to a gala with a hickey.

“Uh uh. Who am I?” Bucky gently moved his metal hand from Joaquin’s hip to grip his neck. . If it wasn’t for Bucky basically pushing him into the wall, Joaquin would have fallen with how his knees just gave out.

“Daddy. You’re Daddy.”

“That’s right. I’m Daddy, and you’re my Baby Boy. Who did so well taking Daddy’s mark.” Bucky added the slightest amount of pressure to Joaquin's throat, pressing on the newly formed mark. Joaquin's eyes roll back into his head as he let out a soft moan at the action. “Are you still listening to Daddy?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Here’s what’s gonna happen next. Daddy’s gonna be nice and take the edge off because he can feel how hard you are. Then we’ll make sure your head is clear before we leave. We’re already late as it is, so why not make it fashionable?”

“What about you?” Joaquin said hoarsely. He could feel how hard Bucky was against his hip, and he really wanted to help him. Like really bad.

“Oh, you sweet thing. So considerate. But I want to be patient and wait for the real fun.”.”

“The real fun?” Joaquin tentatively opened his eyes to look at the smirking sergeant.

Changing his grip from Joaquin’s neck to his jaw, he turned the boy’s head to whisper in his ear. “I just might find a dark corner and make you suck me off at the event.”

Joaquin groaned as he felt the grip on his jaw and Bucky’s weight disappear.But not really disappeared as much as moved. Joaquin opened his eyes and looked down when he felt his belt being undone. Bucky hastily unbuttoned and unzipped Joaquin’s pants and groaned.

“You really are trying to give an old man a heart attack, huh?” Joaquin was wearing panties where the backside was lace, and the front of the panties was also lace. The color was dark red that complemented the tan skin of the younger man perfectly [italicize]. With Bucky on his knees, he looked up at Joaquin’s blissed-out expression, and he hadn’t even done anything yet. “You ready, baby?” Joaquin nodded. “You know what to say to stop.” Was the last thing Bucky said before he pulled down the front of the panties.

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“Oh my god. There you guys are. The fuck took so long?” Sam huffed when he saw Bucky and Joaquin walk into the ballroom ten minutes after it started. “We were supposed to be on the carpet together for-wait. What’s that?” Sam leaned closer to Joaquin and then looked at Bucky. “Man, seriously? Before an event?!”

“Hey,” Bucky shrugged one shoulder and pulled Joaquin close by his waist. “When my boy says he’s got a surprise, I gotta check.” He responded with a wink. Joaquin once again hid his face in Bucky's shoulder.

Sam grimaced, “Dude. That was more than I needed to know.” He walked away, shaking his head.

“I didn’t even give you details, Samuel!” Bucky yelled after him. He looked down at his boy, who had a smile on his face and red on his cheeks. “Think I should have given him details? Tell him how naughty you are?” Bucky kept his voice low enough for no one around them to hear them, but loud enough so Joaquin could hear him.

The blushing man shook his head and lifted it from Bucky’s shoulder. “I think if you did, he might actually punch you.”

Bucky shrugged with a smirk. “Eh, let ‘im try.”

Bucky led Joaquin to the bar a couple of feet from the doors they walked through. Bucky ordered a whiskey, and Joaquin ordered a French Martini. Bucky chuckled at his choice of drink, to which Joaquin rolled his eyes and called him an old man for getting whiskey. Bucky turned around to survey the crowd while waiting for their drinks and groaned when he saw someone he hoped wouldn’t be there. He turned to face the bar and leaned on his elbows, scowling at the countertop.

“What?” Joaquin asked with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Walker’s here.” Bucky grumbled and grabbed his drink once it was set in front of him. He downed the whole thing in one go, even though the alcohol wouldn’t do much. The bartender stared at Bucky before grabbing the bottle and slowly pouring him more. Bucky nodded his thanks and took a sip this time. Joaquin took a sip of his drink as he heard John Walker’s booming voice behind them. Seeming like he’s had a little too much to drink already, despite the night having just begun.

“Barnes!” John clapped a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, almost making the super soldier spill of his drink. “It’s good to see you.”

“Mhm.” Bucky hummed. He wouldn’t give John the benefit of hearing Bucky say it was good to see him.

“Aw, c’mon, man! Still not bitter about the whole Cap thing, are you?” John let out a booming laugh as he leaned on the counter.

Bucky took another sip and stared at the wall behind the bar, completely ignoring John. Was he still bitter? Absolutely. He understood why Sam gave up the shield after they talked, but he didn’t like that John was the one that was picked. Him and his whole “feeling like Steve’s a brother” crap. John could take that and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine.

“Bucky.” Joaquin whispered. The glass was starting to crack under Bucky’s grip. “Let’s go find Sam.”

Bucky downed the rest of his whiskey and set the glass down. He looked at the bartender sheepishly, which they waved off. They could sense the tension, and losing one glass wouldn’t hurt anything. Bucky nodded at Joaquin to go ahead of him. He was ready to be done with John until the drunk idiot opened his mouth again.

“Yeah, Barnes. Listen to your boy toy.” That had Bucky turning around and grabbing John by the lapels of his suit jacket.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Bucky growled. He could smell the alcohol on John’s breath with being so close to him.

John looked terrified. As he should, Bucky thought. There’s no way he’d let some fake ass joke insult the one he loves. Bucky saw Joaquin out of the corner of his eye, trying to get him to let go of John. Joaquin placed a hand in the center of Bucky’s chest, gently pushing him back.

“Hey,” Joaquin tried to get Bucky to look at him. “Not here, and he’s not worth it. Let’s go.”

Bucky let go of John and let his boy take him by the hand and drag him away. Bucky glared at John as they walked away before turning his focus on Joaquin, his expression softening. He wrapped an arm around the shorter man’s shoulders and kissed his temple. He stayed there, just breathing in the scent of Joaquin. His hair products that always smelled fruity, the cologne that suspiciously like his own and something that was just innately Joaquin.

They saw Sam at a table and noticed they were assigned there too. Thankfully, John wasn’t at the table nor any of the ones close to them. Bucky, being the gentleman he is, pulled out Joaquin’s chair for him. Joaquin kissed Bucky’s cheek as a thank you before sitting down. Sam pretended to gag, and Bucky flipped him off as he sat down. Someone went to the podium on the small stage at the front of the ballroom and announced that dinner would be served shortly.

Joaquin tried to make himself unsuspecting as he looked around at the people at his table and those around him. He was seated between Sam and Bucky, and the former was talking with some lady on the other side of him. The other people at their table were engrossed in conversation or on their phones. Bucky was even on his phone reading…was that…?

“Are you seriously reading a newspaper?”

Bucky smiled like a kid proud of their art project, even if it was just scribbles. Joaquin chuckled and rolled his eyes. Taking one more look around to make sure he was clear, Joaquin reached into the left pocket of his pants and pulled out a small remote no bigger than three inches. He clasped his hands in his lap before grabbing Bucky’s right hand and intertwining their fingers. Bucky looked down at their hands, confused because there was something between them, and then up at Joaquin, who was watching him with a smile on his face and a nervousness that Bucky’s never seen before. Joaquin carefully retracted his hand and watched as the realization crossed Bucky’s face as he looked at what he was holding. Bucky looked from his hand to Joaquin to his hand to Joaquin to his hand and finally back at Joaquin. Bucky closed his fingers around the remote and leaned towards Joaquin as if to kiss his cheek but whispered in his ear.

“Whore.”

Joaquin gasped and gripped Bucky’s right thigh as the plug buzzed to life. He looked over at the sergeant, who just smirked back. The vibration wasn’t high; probably the second or third level….out of ten. Knowing Bucky, he’d try to get Joaquin to level ten before the night is over. Joaquin has only been able to work himself up to level five before he tapped out.

“You okay, Torres?” Sam asked on the other side of him. Joaquin was still looking at Bucky and that stupid sexy smirk but nodded at Sam’s question.

“Y-yeah. All good!”

Bucky turned the plug off just as food started to be placed in front of them. He may be sadistic, but he’s not cruel. He’d like his boy to be well-fed.

While they ate, they made small talk with the others at their table. A woman across the table, who’s a college professor, thinks Bucky and Joaquin were just “absolutely darling together, and I wish my son would find such a charming partner.”

A businessman and his wife, to Bucky's left, has spent most of the dinner time bickering. Bucky also thinks the husband is closeted with how often he’s been checking out another man at a table. The lady on the other side of Sam is another veteran who opens her home to single-parent soldiers who need someone to take care of their child while deployed. The spot between the college professor and the veteran was empty. Well, it was until John Walker sat down.

Joaquin senses Bucky and Sam tense up on either side of him. Bucky’s left hand gripped his own thigh, and Joaquin could hear the plates shifting, slightly muffled due to his clothes. He quickly grabbed Bucky’s right hand and, for a moment, forgot the remote to the plug was in that hand. Joaquin quickly put it in his outside suit jacket pocket before it could fall from their hands. Bucky held his hand loosely, and Joaquin knew that was because Bucky didn’t want to accidentally squeeze Joaquin’s hand too tight and hurt him. Sam crossed his arms over his chest and just stared at John, whereas Bucky was flat-out glaring at the man across the table. The super soldier was still furious about the ‘boy toy’ comment.

“How is everyone enjoying their evening?” John boomed. Has his voice always been this loud, Joaquin thought.

“Well, I was having a good time.” The veteran, whose name is Lisa, said as she reached for her glass of wine. Bucky smirked and shifted in his seat. He leaned against the table with his mouth covered by his hand, his eyes alight in amusement. He just might give her a hug at the end of the night for her crassness. Before John could say anything else, Lemar Hoskins came over and whispered something in his ear.

“Okay,” John said to Lemar. “Excuse me, everyone.” Once he left, everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief. The atmosphere at the table changed when John sat down, and now that he had left, everyone looked around at each other and started laughing.

“You, ma’am, have guts.” Bucky pointed at the veteran.

She shrugged with a smirk, “Maybe.”

Bucky shook his head with a chuckle and relaxed in his seat. He brought Joaquin’s hand up to his lips and kissed the back. He realized that the remote to the plug wasn’t in between their hands. Bucky looked at Joaquin with an eyebrow raised. Joaquin knew what Bucky wanted and brought their hands down below the table and reached into his jacket pocket. He placed it back in Bucky’s hand and relaxed into his seat, waiting for the plug to come to life.

Bucky held the remote in his lap and waited to turn it back on. He knew Joaquin would expect Bucky to turn the plug back on right away, but the soldier was nothing if not patient and a tease. He could feel the anxiousness radiating off of his baby and couldn’t help but smirk.

Joaquin, on the other hand, couldn’t sit still. His hands fidgeted with the napkin in his lap. He grabbed his glass of wine more often than usual; he was waiting for the shoe to drop or in this case, the plug to vibrate. Joaquin was hoping no one at the table would notice his movements, but by the smirk on Bucky’s face, he definitely noticed.

The music in the ballroom changed as a DJ got up on the small stage. People from other tables got up and moved towards the middle of the ballroom, where a dancefloor was set up. Everyone at their table got up to go dance. Sam and Lisa got up to dance together, which Joaquin thought was cute.

“How much do you wanna bet that Sam will have her number by the end of the night?” Joaquin smiled at Bucky.

“How about an orgasm?”

Joaquin jumped as the plug vibrated to life. And it was a high setting too. The younger man gripped Bucky’s thigh and dug in his nails. Joaquin was thinking more like one of them does a chore they hate for a week, but orgasms will work too.

“F-fuck.” Joaquin groaned. Thankfully the music was loud, and there wasn’t anyone very close to them. Bucky wrapped his right arm around the back of Joaquin’s chair and gripped the back of his neck. He pulled his boy to him to whisper in his ear.

“Do you think you can be a good boy for Daddy?” Bucky kissed Joaquin’s cheek and squeezed his neck.

The intensity of the plug increased, and Joaquin hid his face in Bucky’s shoulder. “Daddy…” he whined. He tried to keep himself from wiggling too much, but the plug was pressed right against his prostate, so how could he not move?!

“What’s that, Baby Boy?” Bucky teased.

“Please, Daddy.” Joaquin bit his lips to try to keep from moaning. “I wanna come.”

Bucky chuckled darkly in the younger man’s ear, “I thought we had a bet.”

Joaquin shook his head and looked up at Bucky. “I-I can’t. Buck…Daddy…please.” He gripped Bucky’s right thigh tight again.

Bucky turned it all the way off. He had to find a bathroom because he was not going to make it all the way back to the compound.

“Baby, I ain’t gonna be able to wait until we’re back home to take ya.” Bucky stood up and pulled Joaquin up with him. He wrapped an arm around his waist and walked both of them towards the ballroom exit. Bucky saw the sign for the men’s restroom just down the hall and walked them faster.

“Daddy…” Joaquin whined breathlessly. Bucky growled under his breath, trying to keep himself from taking his boyfriend in the hallway.

After kicking the door open, Bucky checked to make sure there was no one in the bathroom before pushing Joaquin up against the sinks. He gripped the front of Joaquin’s neck and squeezed just a bit. Joaquin’s knees buckled, but thankfully Bucky caught him before he hit the floor.

“Awe, that’s nice you wanted to get on your knees for me,” Bucky chuckled condescendingly. “But I want you bent over the counter.” He quickly undid Joaquin’s pants before forcefully turning him around and pushing his shoulders to bend over. “Mmm. I forgot that your panties were this color.” Bucky palmed Joaquin’s ass which was covered in dark red lace. With the panties being the cheeky style (Bucky knows his panty styles thank you very much), Bucky pulls one side over to reach the plug. Joaquin must have gotten this plug special ordered because the pattern on the base was the same coloring and pattern as Bucky’s vibranium arm.

“Lieutenant Torres,” Bucky growled as he gripped the base of the plug. “Now, this is how you appreciate your subordinates.”

Joaquin moaned as Bucky pulled it out, and the widest part caught on his rim. Joaquin gripped the counter's edge as Bucky pulled it all the way out and pushed three fingers of his metal hand, into his gaping hole. The Lieutenant loudly moaned before shoving his fist in his mouth. With his right hand, Bucky gripped Joaquin’s hair and pulled it so he stood up against Bucky’s chest. The super soldier bit the side of the other man’s neck in warning.

“You do not muffle your sounds. Understood?” Joaquin nodded the best he could. “Good boy.” Bucky praised.

Bucky pushed him back over the counter and pulled his fingers out. He grabbed the small packet of lube from the inside pocket of his jacket because Bucky is always prepared when it comes to his little slut, and set it to the side so he could undo his pants. Bucky pulled the waistband of Joaquin’s panties down just under his ass. Once he lubed up his dick, Bucky teased his boy’s hole with just the tip.

“Daddy, please,” Joaquin whined as he pushed his ass back to get his Daddy’s dick in his hole.

Bucky smacked his ass, “Watch it, boy.” Joaquin stilled, and then Bucky pushed in slowly. “That’s it,” Bucky drawled. “Such a good little hole just taking Daddy’s dick.”

Joaquin whimpered as Bucky’s hips met his ass. While his pants were around his ankles, Bucky’s were still around his waist, just undone enough for his dick to be out. Joaquin felt the metal of Bucky’s belt hit his ass with every thrust.

“Yeah, such a good boy. Takin’ Daddy’s dick like a champ.” Bucky sped up his thrusts, and Joaquin had to put a hand on the mirror above the sink to keep him from knocking his head into it. “My little baby slut. Always wantin’ Daddy’s dick. Just gaggin’ for it all the time. What would everyone say if they knew that a Lieutenant submitted to a Sergeant?”

Joaquin groaned. Leave it to Bucky to bring in their military ranks. Bucky might have been saying more, but it sounded like Joaquin was underwater. Everything was muffled.

“Daddy…” Joaquin whispered as he reached back for Bucky. The Sergeant grabbed his boy’s hand and linked their fingers together.

“What’s wrong, Baby Boy? What’s going through my boy’s little head?”

“G-gonna…come…Daddy. Wanna come.” Joaquin whined as Bucky wrapped his right hand around his weeping dick. The precome made it easy for Bucky to stroke him.

“Yeah? My baby gonna come all over Daddy’s hand?” Joaquin nodded and squeezed the hand linked with his tighter, only to realize it was Bucky’s left hand. The unyielding metal made it so Joaquin could squeeze as tight as he needed and not hurt Bucky at all. “C’mon Baby Bird. Get Daddy’s hand all sticky.”

Joaquin moaned louder as he reached his climax and came in Bucky’s hand. The soldier milked it all out of him and placed his cum covered hand in front of the boy’s face. Joaquin grabbed it and started cleaning his cum from Bucky’s hand. The man above him groaned and snapped his hips faster, chasing his release.

“Fuck, Baby. That’s hot.” Bucky grunted as his orgasm crept up on him. “I’m gonna fill up this little hole.”

“C’mon Daddy,” Joaquin said hoarsely. “Gimme your cum. I want your cum.” Joaquin pushed himself up on shaky arms, reached behind him to grab the back of Bucky’s head, and pulled him in for a messy kiss. Bucky could taste Joaquin’s release on his tongue as he licked into the man’s mouth. Bucky’s hips stilled against Joaquin’s ass as his climax hit. He spilled into his boy with short thrusts as he held Joaquin close to him.

Bucky rubbed his left hand over Joaquin’s torso under his shirt. Neither man wanted to think of the state they would be in once they came back to reality. Once Bucky’s orgasm receded, he grabbed the plug he managed to lay on a paper towel before they got freaky. As he pulled out, Bucky pushed the plug in, causing Joaquin to groan of oversensitivity. Bucky shushed him with a few small kisses as he pulled Joaquin’s panties and pants back up. Bucky tucked himself away and buttoned up before he turned Joaquin to face him so he could do up his pants. Once situated, Bucky lifted Joaquin to sit on the counter. Joaquin whimpered as the plug pushed against his sensitive prostate.

“Sh, sh. I know, Baby. We’ll go home in a moment.” Bucky stood in between Joaquin’s legs and pulled him into a hug. Joaquin laid his head on Bucky’s shoulder with his nose in his neck and wrapped his arms around Bucky’s waist. They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms until they heard someone enter the bathroom.

“Oh, my god. There you two are.” Sam stood in the bathroom doorway and stared at the sight of the two of them. He sighed and leaned against the doorway, glaring at Bucky. “Really. In the bathroom?”

Bucky just smirked. “Well, when my boy looks this good, I can’t control myself around him.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Make yourselves presentable before you head out. I’ll keep Walker distracted so y’all can slip out.”

“Thanks, Sam.” Bucky smiled at the dark-skinned man before he left. Sam waved him off and left the bathroom.

Bucky pulled back to check on Joaquin and saw he was sound asleep. Bucky smiled softly as he placed a kiss on top of his head. He ensured they were both presentable before lifting Joaquin into his arms and leaving the bathroom. He managed to get them into the car waiting for them and held Joaquin tightly in his arms all the way back to the compound.

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p4ranormaluv · 1 month

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HOW TO MAKE ENHA CRY DURING SEX

pairing) hyung line x f!reader contents) smut, service dom!Jay, everyone else is a sub, dacryphilia, humiliation kink, praise+degradation, edging, making love, consensual forceful sex (?) in Hee’s section, ‘mommy’ mentioned in Hoon’s section

heeseung)

Honestly I think he might be a tough one to crack.

Like, he could cry, but the vulnerability of it kind of scares him.

And every time he gets overwhelmed from pleasure (in a good way), he all of a sudden becomes too aware of himself and snaps out of it.

Then he usually tries to flip the roles and dom you 🙄 (you let him though 👀)

You could tell he was holding back, so you initiated a talk with him.

Long story short, he admitted he craved the thought of letting go completely and letting you see the most raw parts of him-

He was just too scared to force himself into it…So you forced him. (With his explicit permission, of course!)

It started on a random night, with an unsuspecting Heeseung laying across the couch looking on his phone.

“Y/n, please! Please let me go. I- I-“

“No. You don’t get to be done until I’m finished using you.”

And it ended with you on top of him, pinning him down by his wrists and riding his dick like a mechanical bull.

No matter how hard he squirmed and bucked and begged, you wouldn’t stop. And it felt so good to realize that this situation was completely out of his control, and entirely in yours.

Heeseung bursting into tears was immediately followed by his dick pumping a huge load of cum into your pussy.

It was the longest and most powerful orgasm he’s ever had. (Needless to say, he was pretty hooked after that.)

jay)

Jay’s rarely the type to cry, even when he’s feeling emotional. (So that’s why you were so shocked the first time you saw him cry during sex.)

You lifted your face from the crook of his neck, breath hot and panting while your hips met his languid thrusts, Jay fucking you slow and deep.

“That feel good, mama?” He asks while lifting a sweaty palm to brush the hair away from where it stuck to your forehead.

(You’d been sitting on his lap, slow fucking for what felt like hours, so you both were hot and sweating. But you both didn’t want to stop.)

The feeling of reverence to the moment. How you both were taking your time to feel each other, touch each other, to commit every dip and detail of the other’s skin to memory.

“S’good.” You manage to get out, but Jay hums, looking deep into your eyes with that soft look he sometimes gets, hand now cupping your face as his hips move a little faster.

So you whisper again: “F-Feels really good, Jay.”

“Do I make you feel good, baby?” He implores further, nose brushing affectionately against yours, causing your vision to blur for a bit as his face is so close.

“Yes, Seongie. Make me feel so good.”

You hear and feel Jay let out a shuddering sigh, and suddenly his hands are on your hips, still keeping the pace slow but you can feel that the both of you are about to cum.

And about to cry, if the tears gathering in Jay’s eyes are anything to go by.

“God, I love you so much, Y/n. F-Fuck-“ his hips break the rhythm and buck up for a moment, before he gets back on track. “I love you. M’gonna cum.”

His tears finally spill out when he spills inside of you, making your own eyes water as you become overwhelmed with the love you have for him and how loved he makes you feel.

jake)

He’d be pretty easy to make cry, considering that he really gets off on it, maybe even more than you do. Definitely more than you do.

Praise him too lovingly- Tell him he’s your perfect love and you’re proud of how good he’s being? He’ll cry.

Degrade him- Call him your useless, slutty little boy with a little cock to match? He’ll cry.

Sometimes he’ll just get really needy and ask to hump your leg or something while you’re washing dishes or doing work on the computer.

And he’ll grind his clothed cock into your leg desperately from the start, small whimpers turning into soft cries.

Because he’s edging himself.

You were surprised the first time you realized Jake was depriving himself of cumming, without you even instructing him to.

Even when you sweetly uttered to him that he could let go, he just blushed and whined, pushing his face into your calf and continued snapping his lithe hips until you felt tears dripping from his eyes and down your leg.

Jake just really loves being your pathetic little loser.

And acting like a crybaby makes him feel like that in the best way possible <3

sunghoon)

I feel like he’s definitely capable of crying, he’s just kinda unpredictable with it.

Sometimes he just wants to feel small and useless, degraded and slapped around as you use his body for your own pleasure.

He’ll cry and whimper and ask, “am I doing good, mommy?”

And if you respond with a silently cold look, or a humiliating “Doing good? All you’re doing is lying there while I do all the work.”

The mortification burns in his belly in such a delicious way that he comes with no warning.

Either that, or he cries for the need of validation- to be told that he’s doing well and he’s loved.

“Ha-, am-am I good?” Sunghoon asks as he looms above you, cradling you like a treasure while he plays with your clit and drives his dick into you just the way he knows you like it.

“Yes, angel. Doing so good.” You moan, withering against the sheets.

“No, no. Am- am I good.” He clarifies, and you’re abruptly stopping his movements when you recognize the tone of his voice.

“Yes. Yes, baby. You’re perfect and I love you. You’re always good.”

“I love you too.” He says softly, eyes widening and turning glassy as he stares at you like you’ve made and could equally break his entire world.

“Lay down, baby boy. Mommy wants to make you feel how good you are.”

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pastafossa · 2 years

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Bestie I’m only about half way done but like IMMA NEED YOU TO ELABÓRATE ON THIS ASAP

On another note I may or may not be reading this full on biting my shirt okay that’s all bye *zooms away*

AHEM.

*puts on Glasses of Lust*

EVIDENCE OF MATT'S ATTRACTION, CHAPTER THREE:

“You were… you were going to open the cut again.” He ducked his head. “You were going to press too hard and the angle was off. Here, just...” His hand slid up over yours. Your fingers were shaky, maybe too shaky to do this on your own—is it because he’s so close?—without opening your split lip again, but with his assistance, you managed the barest pressure as he guided your thumb gently over your lip, leaving a faint honey scent and a soothing coolness behind. You sighed as the dull pain finally abated, and his legs nudged yours as a shiver slid down his spine. “There.” His voice was so quiet, you had to strain to make out the word. He still hadn’t released your fingers even as your paired hands dropped slightly. “Not as good as new but it’s on its way.”

EVIDENCE OF MATT'S ATTRACTION, CHAPTER FOUR:

The hem of his shirt dropped from your fingers and you reached up to cradle his jaw, drawing his attention back to you. He rolled his head into your touch, stubble rasping against your palm before he caught himself and straightened.

EVIDENCE OF MATT'S ATTRACTION/OOPS NOW THERE ARE FEELINGS WITH THE WANTING BUT WHAT'S THE POINT IF YOU'LL NEVER LOVE ME BACK BECAUSE I AM A SAD LONELY MARTYR BOI, CHAPTER SIX:

“You’re telling me you’re not afraid of someone who could do that?” “I’m not. You know I’m not.” “Maybe you should be.” The words were dragged from him, rough and broken. He slumped as he lifted a hand to rub across his face. “How could anyone let themselves lo-… be around someone like that? Someone who hurts people so easily? Someone who’s so close to being like-like the people he’s…”

Basically, Matt wanted Jane VERY early on - was attracted and then developed feelings - because that's just how he is. Also he may have repeatedly been turned on by her scent for a g e s before him and Jane got together, which is something I intend to write another fic about cause it's hot.

#ask response #the red thread #matt just kinda leaped headfirst into falling in love #and tbh he'd have been DTF fairly early on if you'd wanted that #cause he's a slutty boi (affectionate)#but then whoops he got feelings not long after so now there's Tragic Sad Boi martyr feelings because Who Could Ever Love Me #the point is he got a loooot of practice dealing with wanting Jane and holding himself back #especially if #say #she'd played with herself earlier and bumped into him unexpectedly and he could *smell it on her*#recipe for feral devil frantically biting at and fucking his bed later

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I don't know if this was asked before but how do you think would Light, L and the Wammy Boys behave when being drunk? Would they get clingy, violent, nostalgic, melancholic or talkative or whatever? I would especially be interested what Near would be like cause somehow i can't imagine him being drunk at all cause he seems to be such a control freak

Bahaha, I have answered it several times before I think! This is what I usually say:

LIGHT: He never has to make or bring or buy his own drinks, because people are always eagerly volunteering to serve him, and hoping that he will enjoy their parties, and really wanting to see him drunk. He is a lightweight who can get wasted off a couple beers, because he rarely ever drinks. He still stays relatively composed when he's drunk, but he gets a lot more smiley and flirty and laughs quite freely. He also starts looking kinda slutty somehow, even though he is probably still wearing a tame and conservative button-up (but the top buttons keep mysteriously undoing, his hair is nicely mussed, and his eyes are suddenly looking very intense and bedroomy). He probably occasionally escapes to the bathroom and spends a lot of time leaning on the counter and staring at himself in the mirror, marvelling at the novelty of his own drunkenness. He is VERY GOOD at getting phone numbers because he becomes warmer, more personal, and slightly more physically affectionate with people in a way they find incredibly disarming. He will gently lean up against your shoulder or touch your forearm when close-talking to you in a corner, or casually brush some lint off your sweater, or graze up against you in a lingering way when politely squeezing past you in a crowded room. It really doesn't take much for him to inspire intrigue and devotion in others 😅 But he always sees it as a bit foolish and regretful the next day, especially if he wasn't really doing it for any practical ulterior motive. And these new connections almost never turn into anything more than somebody to add to his roster of potential camouflaging dates

L: I think he would get a bit rowdy and aggressive and mischievous in a funny way. He'd be down for getting up to something daredevilish, and would rather go out in public than party at home. He probably loves extremely sweet mixed drinks, and ordering the ones with highly suggestive names. If he's REALLY wasted you can tell by how generous he suddenly becomes with his money. He treats everybody around him to everything they're drinking, and will randomly decide to buy certain people lavish things. Like he almost becomes Oprah for a minute and just casually springs a new car on somebody out of nowhere, even if he doesn't normally appear to care about them that much. And then he always gets fiercely hungover and incredibly grumpy the next day and holes up in his bedroom in the dark until at least 4 pm.

MELLO: He had some wild partying days pretty young, and is no longer a huge drinker as an adult. Also a very quiet drunk with a high tolerance who just likes to lounge back and observe the other people from the comfort of his couch or booth or whatever else most of the time, occasionally teasing the ones who don't know how to handle their liquor. He gets surprisingly friendly and nostalgic and easygoing when he is genuinely smashed, too. Like he'd do something like go over to Near and sling his arm around his shoulder and talk to him as if they had always been nothing but good pals all along.

NEAR: doesn't drink often, but actually isn't against drinking if it's close to his own living quarters and for a social event, which often surprises people a lot. He sticks to lower alcohol percentage drinks and researches them beforehand to know their flavours and effects, and tries to be pretty responsible and prepared about it. He gets very talkative and belligerent and pretty physically active once he starts feeling it, and has even less of a filter when it comes to harshly judging other people out loud and mocking them right to their face if he thinks they did something stupid or wrong. Will mill around the room starting very opinionated conversations with people, and sharing a lot of information about the preparations he made for getting drunk and the kind of drinks he is drinking and his reasoning behind it. Tries to space out every alcoholic beverage he has with a full glass of water in between drinks. Usually ends up playing a video game alone or watching a show with somebody else in a corner later on. Asks someone sober to drive him home or calls a cab so he can go to bed as soon as the sleepiness or boredom hits.

MATT: Never JUST drinks. He is always mixing it with anything and everything else he can get his hands on, with no concern for how well the substances mix or how it is actually going to affect his buzz. Just getting more and more wasted is the goal, and he's fun to hang out with, but also a huge mooch. He never wants the party to end, and he's always trying to score with somebody in a half-sleazy, half-charming way. The guy who always has to crash on your couch because he can't drive himself back with the vehicle he brought, or who you find digging through your freezer at 4 am trying to make some elaborate meal well after everybody else has gone home or gone to bed.

BEYOND: He only enjoys it if he's the host of the event, and will try to act like the host even if he isn't. He always volunteers to make other people drinks, and sets up weird rules around the things he brings to the party that he both wants people to use but to also feel very indebted to him for using. He picks wildly inappropriate and depressing and pretentious music selections whenever he tries to take over as the party deejay, and often corners people to monologue about his obscure interests for what can feel like hours on end. The others suspect he sometimes pretends to drink while actually not even drinking at all, because he possibly just prefers to feel totally in control while observing the effects alcohol is having on everybody else. If he feels too ignored or unappreciated he will make a dramatic sighing show of packing up and leaving early and voluntarily put himself to bed, but he definitely hopes that the party sucks without him and that everybody else is fiercely missing him while he's gone.

#light yagami #l lawliet #mello #near #matt #beyond birthday #ask #anon #p #headcanon #myhc #alcohol #tw alcohol

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bloededhoine · 4 years

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world building cause twn doesn't part 9: mages

you probably know a lot about mages on account of them being fucking awesome and super sexy, so let's dive into what exactly makes them that way.

colour code cause i fucking love colour codes - already happened/introduced, probably s2, important background info, stuff that might be in the prequel, extras

series masterpost

what are mages?

put simply, mages are anyone skilled and educated in the use of magic. but, most mages are also incredibly adept in politics, science, and religion

the vast majority of mages serve on royal courts, but others are teachers, researchers, or just kinda hobos

anyone can use basic magic (ie witcher signs), but it takes both natural talent and extensive training to be an actual mage

also important to note that while druids and priests can and do use magic, they aren't usually considered mages since they're not as involved in politics and science

education

mages go to school! a lot! powerful mages tend to track down young potential students and bring them to a school to receive formal training

well, "bring them" is a bit reductive, it's more like kidnapping.

there are quite a few important schools, so let's go!

aretuza is definitely the one you are the most familiar with, mostly because it's just the best. aretuza is an all girls academy located in temeria, a northern kingdom known for its powerful mages

aretuza is led by a rectoress, an incredibly powerful sorceress responsible for training the young adepts. i think there's only been 4 ever, first klara larissa de winter (also the founder), then leticia charbonneau, then tissaia de vries (the milf right there, and rectoress as of twn), and finally margarita laux antille

ban ard is the boys version of aretuza, located in kaedwen. the magicians from ban ard are notably... unskilled? they're just kind of clowns. the rector of ban ard was gerhart of aelle, also known as hen gedymdeith, because there's nothing like a nonsensical pseudonym to up your credibility. gerhart was literally the oldest mage alive until his heart died. after him, dorregary of vole took over as rector

mages in the north are pretty much exclusively trained at either aretuza or ban ard, but nilfgaard has a magical academy too!

the imperial magic academy is a co-ed school in loc grim, one of nilfgaard's two capitals. the emperors of nilfgaard tend to hire mages directly from this school

types of mages

most mages tend to specialize in a certain area of magic, such as illusions, alchemy, divination, polymorphy, weaponry, or spycraft

this is extra useful when assembling a team. not that anyone in particular is assembling a team, it's just good to know.

the brotherhood of sorcerers

the brotherhood is the main organization of mages in the witcher. they basically set the rules of magic for all the mages in the north, which are that demonology, necromancy, and artifact compression are strictly not allowed. the punishment was exclusion from the brotherhood and being locked in dimeritium (mage kryptonite) for centuries, but practically no one followed the rules or was punished

the brotherhood exists on a hierarchy, with most mages in the north making up the lower level, the council of wizards in the middle, and the chapter of the gift and the art at the top

the council is made up of a small group of mages that hold influence over the brotherhood but still need to answer to the chapter, as of twn the members are yennefer of vengerberg, philippa eilhart, radcliffe, carduin, and fercart. sheala de tancarville was part of it too, but she left

the chapter has the highest influence of magic in the north (and possibly the continent). it was founded by herbert stammelford, aurora henson, ivo richert, agnes of glanville, geoffrey monk, and radmir of tor carnedd. by twn, all of them had died or left, so the chapter was made of tissaia de vries, enid an gleanna, gerhart of aelle, vilgefortz of roggeveen, and artaud terranova. narses de la roche was the grandmaster of the chapter in 1245, but wasn't that involved much after.

politics

after mages graduate, the brotherhood usually places them on the court of a king/queen as an advisor. they're supposed to help strategize, conduct research, and just heighten the magical abilities of a kingdom

do they do this? nope

most mages are meant to clean up their king's messes, but usually get fed up and rule the entire kingdom from behind the scenes to fit their own agendas

can mages have babies?

short answer: yeah! although magic can make it harder to have babies, lots of sorceresses would take extra care to make sure they were as unaffected as possible. the forced sterilization was tissaia de vries' idea, and since she trained the vast majority of sorceresses we meet, most of them can't have babies

and yes, it's irreversible. sorry yen

geralt's mum, visenna, was trained as a druid, so she was still able to have geralt while practicing magic

who are they?

we meet a Lot of mages, so let's get to know a couple, starting with the ladies!

let's start with the lovely lovely yennefer. she was trained at aretuza under tissaia de vries, who became a mother figure to her. yen was also the youngest member of the council, as of twn she's 90. yes, that's very young to have a position of that caliber, especially since yen wasn't even an official advisor to aedirn's king

we all know and love hate triss merigold. she's one of the youngest sorceresses we meet, at the first season of twn she's 40 (book canon, she's made older in the show). triss also studied at aretuza and is currently one of king foltest of temeria's court mages

sabrina glevissig. slutty sabrina (affectionate) was yennefer's classmate at aretuza and became advisor to king henselt of her native kaedwen.

fringilla vigo is supposedly yen and sabrina's classmate from aretuza, but she is actually quite a bit younger than both of them and went to the imperial academy in her home country nilfgaard. fringilla specializes in illusion magic and (in book canon) is really not evil. she's a little slutty and stupid, but so is sabrina and dandelion and about half the people we meet!

we see skelliger sorceress lytta neyd, aka coral, aka astrid lyttneyd ásgeirrfinnbjornsdottir, at the battle of sodden hill where she unfortunately dies. coral was also very fond of breaking the brotherhood's rule against article compression (magically turning a person into a jade figurine, a wholly unpleasant experience)

temerian sorceress keira metz is one of the youngest mages we meet, she's around the same age as triss, whom she serves on foltest's court alongside

i mentioned philippa eilhart as a member of the council, and i'll mention her again as the love of my life. philippa is old. like, over 300. she's also one of the only mages to master polymorphism, and spends a solid portion of her time as an owl. philippa is redanian king vizimir's official advisor, but she, along with trusted?? associate lover sigismund dijkstra, really rules the entire country with vizimir as a puppet

sheala de tancarville is yen and phil's colleague from the council, but she left because it got too realpolitik for her tastes. sheala's from creyden (same place as renfri), but very rarely served her country's interests in favour of researching magic and being a reclusive bookworm. i'm serious. her nickname is literally the recluse of kovir

tissaia de vries. easily one of the most powerful and respected mages on the continent, member of the chapter, current rectoress of aretuza, and general badass. like most scholars, she wasn't involved in politics and doesn't even have a known nationality.

francesca findabair, also known as enid an gleanna, is an elven sorceress and member of the chapter. by twn she's easily 150 and very well established, although a sufferer of chronic backstabber syndrome.

assire var anahid is one of fringilla's nilfgaardian besties, although neither are actually nilfgaardian. assire is our good friend cahir's great-aunt, a military expert, and mom to her cat merlin

onto the gents!

let's start with the worst, istredd! i for incel, s for stupid, t for testicle-less (once i find him), r for racist, e for ew, d for dead (again, once i find him), and d for dipshit. in twn he's in cahoots with equally disgusting sorcerer...

stregobor! *vomits* you remember him as the koviri sorcerer who loves tracking down and murdering young girls, many of which have been exiled from their homes and tortured. he's just a lovely guy.

vilgefortz of roggeveen is sort of a walking spoiler, so i won't go too much in depth about him, but we can know he was raised by druids and, when offered a magical education, refused. he then became a mercenary, then a spy, then a wanted man, and finally trained to become a mage. despite his unusual backstory and late start, vilgefortz was insanely talented and, at less than a century old, became a member of the most powerful group of mages on the continent.

i mentioned gerhart of aelle aka hen gedymdeithe, as the oldest mage alive. he's at least 500. and then some. he's also a member of the chapter, but this position is more of a courtesy than a meaningful addition to the brotherhood.

finishing up the chapter, we have artaud terranova. he's not important yet, but will probably be in season two. all you need to know is he's short and a little mean and trusted by vilgefortz

fercart of cidaris is the third (but only male and non-temerian) member of foltest's royal council, and fairly unimportant member of the council of wizards

carduin of lan exeter was advisor to koviri king esterad thyssen and member of the council. he was also one of radovid's advisors, which didn't go over too well as radovid's other advisor, philippa eilhart, doesn't share too well

last and sort of least, we have radcliffe of oxenfurt. he was advisor to demavend of aedirn, from whom he probably met yennefer.

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dimpled-gukkie · 4 years

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Santa Baby (tell me you hear them too)

moodboard made by the lovely @today-we-will-survive

Summary: You attend a last minute Christmas party and meet your soulmate. The catch? You don’t remember anything about them besides the fact that they were wearing a Santa suit. Turns out there were seven Santas at the party... The question remains: Can you find your soulmate before Christmas Day?

Genre: Soulmate AU/ College AU

Pairing: ???? x reader

Warnings: hand burned on hot chocolate, Jin says he’s too pretty to be a hostage, mentions and depictions of drinking, joon is described as a porn aficionado

Word Count: 12.4k

a/n: It’s a very special day for my dearest friend @purpleful! In your honor I thought I’d write you a story of your own, as you help me with a countless amount of mine. Remember all the times you asked me this month if I had written anything or had a Christmas fic? I had been working on this the whole time nshjfhn. You sent me into a panic sometimes though because I swear you guessed the plot several times without actually knowing I was even writing. Anyways I love you and thank you for being my friend ❤️

a/a/n: also Happy Holidays to anyone else celebrating. I hope you’re able to find lightness even in these dark times. And to the atheists out there, cheers to the upcoming new year

1 day, 12 hours, 32 minutes and 12 seconds until Christmas

“Don’t you think those elf costumes are hot? Like damn I wish my legs looked like that in tights.” Mina whispers conspiratorially, though her voice has a tendency to carry no matter what volume she attempts to speak in, meaning the elf you’re passing by surely hears her based off his reddened ears.

“Do you have any shame?” You laugh, tucking your arm around her own to tug her into the nearby candle store. Your professor offered to give extra credit in exchange for a present and while she’s undoubtably exploiting her students for free gifts you could really use some help in your upper division history elective.

“What’s the fun in that?” Mina giggles, reaching over to the nearest stand and picking up a candle. She gives it a good whiff before coughing, holding the offending item away from her like that will somehow save her from smelling it further despite the top still being off.

“I imagine this is what elf vomit smells like.” She groans, shoving it into your arms in an effort to make you suffer as well. True friendship.

“Winter Candies?” You question, reading the label and the ingredients it’s supposed to smell like. “Adding pecan and peppermint is probably what went wrong.” You hum before smelling it yourself and coughing from the fumes. “Oh you were right this is disgusting.”

“Have I ever lied to you?” Mina hums. “Get that one for your professor.”

“I’d like my grade to be higher not lower. Let’s just get this pine one. It’s a safe bet right?”

“If you like your house to smell like a forest I guess so.” She shrugs, following behind you to the register. “Do you think we could get something to eat? I’m starving.”

“Didn’t you eat like half of Songi’s Christmas cookies this morning? Speaking of which you’re going to get in trouble, she was whining the whole time about how long they were taking due to her lack of patience.”

“When is she not whining about how long things take? Girl has the attention span of a nat, better yet a goldfish.” She snickers, though her eyes shine with a particular fondness for one of her oldest friends. Songi is actually how you met Mina in the first place, the both of you stuck in statistics together and becoming quick friends. When sophomore year rolled around it just made sense to move in with Songi and Mina as they were already looking for a third roommate.

“Very true. Though I’m sure her soulmate will find it charming. Hopefully.”

“Do you ever wonder when we’ll meet our soulmates?” Mina sighs, looking dreamily off into what appears to be the oncoming food court. It’s a toss up whether she’s thinking about her soulmate or fried food.

“All the time but I try not to dwell on it. I just want to live you know? They’ll find me eventually.” The line for hotteok is long, but the sweet smell of pancakes keeps you placated even if your stomach is grumbling.

“When my soulmate does come I hope they’re as fine as Park Jimin. That man must be an angel or something because no one has the right to be that attractive.” You’re about to comment on where that sudden thought came from when Park Jimin himself exits hastily from a store, a clothing bag thrown over his shoulder as he hastily types on his phone. From the draw of his brows and slight scowl he almost looks a little angry, an expression you’ve never seen on him before. “Jimin!” Mina calls, and the orange haired boy immediately picks his head up and puts on a light smile before jogging over.

As he approaches the bells around you jangle, the clock at Santa’s workshop echoing throughout the mall and ringing in your ears. Rubbing your ear to try and ease the slight pain you give Jimin a small wave when he finally appears before you. “The bells are pretty loud huh?” He smiles, nodding towards the large bell that apparently looms behind you.

You agree at the same time Mina says, “I don’t think they’re that loud. Annoying at most.” Before looking between the both of you and wriggling her brows. You brush it off as her being weird before gesturing to Jimin’s bag.

“Don’t tell me you bought a Santa costume.” You say, causing him to laugh. The way his eyes slip between his plump cheeks is rather flattering.

“I lost a bet and this is the price to pay for tonight’s party. Speaking of which you guys should come. Jin’s on alcohol duty so he’ll definitely get all the fancy shit.” Jimin says.

“Well since the Park Jimin invited us, I guess we’ll have to stop by. Text y/n the address and we’ll get there eventually. No promises to be on time though.” Mina jokes.

“That is why they created the term ‘fashionably late’ is it not? Just make sure not to wear a sexy Santa costume, Jin says he wants to be the lone slutty Santa.” Jimin laughs, as if drawing a picture in his own mind before shaking his head.

“It’s a little odd to have a party on the twenty-third though. Why not Christmas Eve?”

“Most of us are going home tomorrow so today was really the only time. Everyone was strung up with finals and stuff.”

“Understandable. I’m getting last minute extra credit before grades are finalized tomorrow. Our school really kills the festive spirit with everything being so close to the holidays.”

“Exactly. All the more reason to party out our frustrations.” His phone buzzes and Jimin types a quick reply before turning back to you. “I gotta go and help Tae at the shelter but I’ll see you both tonight right?”

“And Songi! Our ride or die, our forever plus one, our favorite-“

“Alright, alright. Yeah we’ll be there.” You smile, your hand still over Mina’s mouth as Jimin turns and jogs away. When you release her she smacks the back of your head and you whine.

“What was that for??”

“For being stupid dumbass. You’re telling me both you and Jimin thought the bells were super loud and didn’t think that’s sus. He’s clearly your soulmate!” Mina practically screeches, bouncing on her heels in excitement. The spectacle draws the attention of those around you and you can’t help but shy away.

“Shut up! Besides it’s the holiday season, bells are ringing everywhere. There’s no way to tell if it’s actually your soulmate’s bell jingle. Besides Jimin didn’t seem to think anything of it either. Shouldn’t you just know?”

“I don’t know, you tell me. You’re the one with the found soulmate after all.” Mina shrugs before giving her order to the vendor. She nudges you to give your own but your mind is still reeling. Park Jimin isn’t actually your soulmate, right?

1 day, 1 hour, 37 minutes, 53 seconds until Christmas

Despite your nonchalance earlier, you feel jittery standing outside the address Jimin sent you. Shivers rack down your spine at the prospect of seeing him again, of being certain that Jimin is your forever. You can hear the music through the door, a rhythmic thumping that you try and match your breathing to. Even if Park Jimin isn’t your soulmate it’s not going to be the end of the world. At least that’s what you try to tell yourself, ignoring the way just the idea forms a pit in your stomach. “I know we’re waiting for you to mentally prepare yourself but could you hurry up? I for one would love to witness slutty Jin.” Mina says, nudging you forward lightly with her shoulder.

“Chill out Mina, give the poor girl some time. She’s about to find her soulmate after all.” Songi says, throwing an arm over your shoulder and dragging you into her side. “If it makes you feel better I’ll stay by your side the whole night. We can make fun of Mina shamelessly trying to outdo Seokjin.”

“Hey! Jimin may have said I couldn’t be a slutty Santa but that will never stop me from being the baddest bitch there.” She makes a show of grabbing her sweater and tugging it to emphasize ‘ho’ stitched across the front. Songi has a matching one with Santa losing said hos.

“If I don’t see a dance battle I’m going to be disappointed. After all you promised to do something stupid for me to film. It’s the only reason I decided to come, I mean after supporting you of course.” Songi laughs, giving you an affectionate squeeze.

“Hey I could be an idol with these moves! Ryujin has nothing on me.” Mina huffs, breaking out into the iconic Itzy choreography in the middle of the hallway. You can’t help but crack up at the serious face she makes while ungracefully flailing her limbs. “And you should be grateful to us you hermit! I hope for your sake your soulmate is outgoing because you’ll live your whole life holed up in your apartment otherwise.”

“It’s safer that way. No bugs.” Songi says, causing Mina to push her and nearly send you both crashing to the floor.

“You’re insufferable. I don’t know how I’ve put up with you all these years.”

“You love me, I mean really it’d be hard not too.” Songi shrugs, a smug smile pulled onto her face as she pats Mina’s cheek.

“More like tolerate you and to be honest I’ve reached my limit. Let’s go inside so I can ditch you losers.” Mina throws the door open and heads inside, easily weaving through the bodies crammed inside the small apartment.

“I can just feel the love.” Songi sighs, clutching onto the space over her heart. “Now come on, we can’t find him if we’re in the hallway all night.” Moving to grab your hand she drags you inside, only for you to run into a boy passing through.

“My bad, didn’t think anyone else would be coming by. I have to go get more eggnog before Jin starts screaming at us again.” He smiles, the corner of his lips forming into soft right angles.

“It’s alright.” You murmur, looking around for Mina or Songi. Surely they’re somewhere nearby. Songi is most likely tucked away in some corner, longingly looking for an animal to keep her entertained while Mina is probably at the makeshift bar. If you weren’t so busy looking for your friends maybe you’d pay mind to the soft tinkling of bells and his cardinal red Santa suit wrapped nicely around his frame. Yet even when he breezes past you, your eyes are focused on your two friends. You spot Mina first, surprisingly she’s near the edge of the makeshift dance floor, a drink in her hand and likely about halfway drunk enough to begin belting along to whatever song comes on, even if it’s a terrible EDM mashup of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

You push through the bodies to get to her, almost getting trampled twice before breaking out and grabbing her by the arm before she can walk away. “Oh hey! I got you a drink, I know you don’t like eggnog so I swiped the chocolate milk from the fridge and spiked it myself.” She smiles, shoving a green plastic cup decorated with little lights towards you. You take a sip and wince at the bitter taste, the gingerbread liquor making an interesting concoction. But it’s the thought that counts and you smile despite wanting to cough at the strong flavor.

“Thanks. Where’s Songi?” You ask and Mina curses.

“She was just over in that corner but she’s gone now. Maybe we should try to find her?”

“You know, for someone who claims to hate social interaction she goes off on her own quite easily.” You hum, pushing your way through only to bump into Park Jimin himself. “Sorry.” You say, bumping into Mina from how quickly you try to put space between the two of you. You had momentarily forgotten the whole reason you came was because of Jimin and the possibility that he’s your soulmate. Your hands are suddenly clammy and you rub them against the side of your pants nervously.

“No big deal. Good to see you though! How long have you been here? You should’ve come and said hi to me first.” He whines, his pretty lips drawing into a thick pout, brows upturned as he gives you his best puppy dog look. You can feel yourself melting and all he’s doing is staring at you. The bells around you seem to get louder, Mariah Carey’s iconic Christmas song setting the stage.

“Ahh yeah. Next time! Maybe we could-uhh even come together. If you want to that is.” You smile shyly, pulling your sleeves down over your hands anxiously. You hope he can understand the implication behind your words, and as he steps towards you the bells seem to grow even louder. Someone shoves you from behind and you stumble, body alight with nerves when Jimin catches you. You’re practically shaking, in nerves or excitement you can’t discern. The only thing you can focus on is how pretty Jimin looks cast under red and white lights, his eyes filled with little twinkles. Your breath hitches at how close he is and you look down quickly when he gazes back at you so he can’t read the pure adoration on your face.

Naturally to try and seem less awkward you rush out the first thought that comes to mind. “Your suit is orange?” He takes a step back and you wish to reverse time as the warmth of whiskey and cinnamon on his breath parts from you.

“Ahh yeah, I lost a bet so I had to wear a Santa Suit and Hobi didn’t have enough for us all. I was in such a hurry I didn’t even bother looking at it before renting it. It’s my own fault for being swindled. I should’ve known better than to rent from a halloween shop that was suspiciously still open in December. Can you believe all the other stores were sold out?” Jimin scoffs and despite being interested in his story you can only focus on the way his lips move and pout with each word. They’re a rosy pink, slightly shiny in the dim lighting like he had just put on chapstick or licked his lips. The only thing that draws you out of your stupor is a petite girl throwing her arm around Jimin’s waist.

“Baby!” She exclaims and your eyes widen as Jimin grins down at her, wrapping his hands happily around her own waist and dragging him tightly into her. His smile is the largest you’ve ever seen on him, cheeks particularly squished in utmost happiness and his expression being what you could only describe as love. You can feel your heart breaking already. “Hi I’m Jisoo!” You think you’re going to be sick to your stomach, not just because Jimin is in love with someone else but because the girl you’re supposed to hate is so nice. She smiles at you warmly like you weren’t just staring at her boyfriend’s lips and wondering what they’d taste like.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Isn’t my soulmate so cute?” Jimin asks you, his eyes sparkling like diamonds as he squishes her cheek between two fingers. Your breath starts to quicken and you smile widely to hide the way your eyes begin to fill with tears.

“You both are adorable together.” You manage to get out, impressed with how natural it sounds despite how tense you feel. The bells in your head are just mocking you now as you make up an excuse to leave, the two of them so wrapped up in each other they don’t pay mind to your absence. Clearing your throat you head to the bathroom to try and get some privacy for your inevitable break down only to run into Mina and some guy in a Santa suit stumbling out.

“Y/n!” Mina cheers, too intoxicated to notice the way small tears begin to fall down your face. The hallway is rather dark and yet you can still make out the guy next to her with a curved nose and reddened ears. He looks a little embarrassed to be caught after an obvious rendezvous in a bathroom at a party and yet his hands still wind around Mina’s waist comfortably when she pulls away from you. “My soulmate’s an elf!” She cackles and you welcome the distraction her words bring.

“What?” You ask confused. The guy beside her is wearing a Santa costume, you’re sure of it.

“Hoseok is a mall elf! You know the guy with the hot legs? It’s him, my soulmate!” She squeals excitedly, grabbing him by the arm and smiling up at him blissfully.

“How are you sure?” You don’t mean to sound so bitter, but Mina never mentioned hearing bells at the mall nor did she mention hearing bells when you caught her earlier. If anything this could just be her wishful thinking like her suggestion of Jimin being your soulmate.

“You just kinda know! Like at the mall when we passed I wrote it off as shop bells. Then when I got here and we bumped into each other I just knew it was actually him. And when we touched it was like I was struck by lightning.” Your face must show incredulity because she just smiles at you.

“I know, I know. It sounds super cliche but it’s true. Though now that we’ve touched a lot more it’s wearing down.” She giggles, winking at him and reveling in the way the blush burns brighter. He sticks his hand out to you after squeezing her waist and you stare at it for a moment before reaching out to shake it.

“Hi, I’m Hoseok. You can call me Hobi though.” His smile takes the form of a heart as he grins at you and Mina practically squeals.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’d love to talk later but I have to use the bathroom.” You nod behind them and Hoseok seems to realize he’s standing in the doorway and moves aside bashfully.

“So sorry! Didn’t realize I was still standing there.” You just give him a tight-lipped smile and nod, moving past them quickly. Your silence seems to be what draws Mina’s concern, a tentative hand coming to grab your forearm lightly.

“Y/n-“ She starts but you gently brush her off.

“I’m fine. Really don’t worry about me.” You say softly before locking the door and sliding down it. It’s in the comfort of the quiet bathroom that you allow the tears to freely fall and mourn the soulmate you didn’t have.

22 hours, 45 minutes, 35 seconds until Christmas

You finally find Songi, a random cat cuddled up in her arms as she’s squished into a small chair nestled by the kitchen. She’s a little hazy in your mind, it feels a bit like you’re looking at her underwater, and you smile at her lazily before plopping down into her lap. “Be careful!” She scolds, holding the cat up higher so it’s curled into her chest instead. You just blink slowly at her in response and she sighs. “How much did you drink tonight?”

“After I cried for like thirty minutes I stole a bottle of peppermint schnapps and drank the whole thing.” You sigh, resting your head against her own.

“Why’d you cry? I wish you would’ve told me you were upset, I would’ve suggested we leave right away.”

“Park Jimin already has a soulmate…it’s not me. I know chances were already slim because he’s Park Jimin and well, I’m me but I just thought maybe this would be it. I finally would have someone to share everything with and I wouldn’t.. be so lonely.” You murmur out the last part, your drunken state revealing the thoughts that consumed you upon meeting Jisoo. No matter how much you mentally prepared yourself for the possibility of Jimin being a fluke, you weren’t ready for just how brutal the disappointment was.

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with being you. Besides I’d never let Park Jimin sit on my lap and yet here you are, perched upon a throne.” You can’t help the small giggle you let out. Songi always knows what to say to cheer you up.

“You’re so weird you know that? You’re the only person I know who refers to thighs as a throne.”

“Don’t judge me and my preferences. You drool over hands and I drool over thighs, it’s perfectly normal. Anyways, I know you mean romantically but I’ll always be here if you want someone to cry with or to yell at fictional characters about their stupidity with you. You’re my best friend.” Despite her hatred of hugs and physical contact Songi retracts her arms from the cat to put them around you instead, gently giving you a squeeze. It’s a little awkward because she’s terrible at hugs but you appreciate it nonetheless.

“How about we get out of here okay?” She suggests and you nod, wincing as your head starts to pound. The alcohol must be catching up to you. The pounding is then followed by ringing, and you hold your head in your hands as church bells ring in your ears. The world is truly out to make a mockery of your life.

“You okay? Here sit down a minute.” Songi ushers you into the chair as she hovers above you, rushing off to get some water for you.

“Taehyung really shouldn’t have been in charge of the playlist.” Someone from beside you sighs but you can’t look up at them for the sake of your pounding headache. “I think I’m going to have bells ringing in my head for days.” They sigh before they seem to notice you. “Hey you okay?” They ask, a hand placed on your shoulder in concern but the electricity that runs down your spine makes you gasp. Your skin prickles in goosebumps but Songi is just near enough that she takes your gasp as extreme pain instead of astonishment.

“I’m sorry I took so long!” She says, throwing your arm around her shoulders haphazardly before hauling you up and against her.

“Hey wait-“ The voice from beside you starts, but Songi brushes them off.

“Don’t worry I’m not gonna steal your cat this time. But don’t let him roam around with a bunch of drunk people. I almost saw him get stepped on five times by idiots.” For a brief second you manage enough strength to turn your head without wanting to throw up and blearily lock eyes with a pair of chocolate brown ones. They’re swimming with something you can’t quite make out: pain, regret, longing. But then Songi calls your name and you turn away to make sure you don’t smack into the front door. It’s odd but you can feel a pit in your stomach the further you walk away and his eyes are imprinted on the back of your lids with every blink.

14 hours, 18 minutes, 22 seconds until Christmas

“Wake up bitches!” Mina screams, banging on your and Songi’s doors and you groan. Rolling over, you throw the pillow over your head and try to fall back asleep to avoid the way your head pounds. Mina throws your door open and you wince when it smacks against the wall next to it. “You can’t evade me.” She says, reaching for your comforter and trying to throw it off. However, you predicted this to happen when you flipped over and cling tightly to the fluffy bedding, expertly disrupting her evil plan. Mina huffs in annoyance and you hide your grin in your sheets before releasing a puff of air when she jumps on top of you. “Wake! Up!” She yells, jumping on top of you like you’re some human trampoline.

“You’re the worst kind of person.” You grumble, rolling over to come face to face with her smile.

“Thanks! Now I want to eat cookies for breakfast and I refuse to eat them alone like it’s a shameful activity.” True in her shameless fashion she’s only wearing a baggy t-shirt, her neck exposed and colored various shades of purple and red. Though your night was unexplainably horrible you’re glad at least someone had a good time.

“I want Songi’s cookies. Hers always look pretty.”

“You mean you don’t want to try my cinnamon bourbon toffee snickerdoodles? I saw it on tiktok and they took me two hours! I nearly set the oven on fire!” You wrinkle your nose at the memory of two days ago, and coming home from finishing up one of your last papers to her covered in flour and the counters doused in eggs. It’s like she somehow got in a food fight with herself.

“And that’s precisely why they shouldn’t exist in the first place. You didn’t even know how to turn on the oven.” Songi murmurs, leant against your doorway.

“You’re all ungrateful, uncultured swines.” She huffs, though she still proceeds to make you all hot chocolates when you emerge from your room. The three of your are sat at the kitchen counter, plates full of cookies and Songi’s mom’s homemade fudge. If anything can cure a hangover it’s gorging yourself on unhealthy food.

“Did I ever tell you one kid in high school called me an uncultured swine because I didn’t know the rat from the ninja turtles?” Songi says, munching on her own frosted sugar cookie. It was her first attempt at a 3D wreath but turned out to be more like a bush of frosting. For most it’d be deemed to sweet and disgusting to ingest but Songi happily licks away at the icing.

“What is the rat’s name?” Mina asks, and Songi just shrugs.

“I still don’t know honestly.”

“Why were you up so early anyways? Don’t you normally sleep until noon?” You ask Mina, noticing the way she turns away from you almost shyly.

“Hobi slept over and he had to go back to work early to return the Santa suits he stole before his boss found out.” The Santa suits spring a memory to mind and you suddenly recall seeing more than just one. Though Jimin did mention there being others, you only saw Hobi and Jin wearing them.

“Why were so many people wearing Santa suits anyways? I thought Jin wanted to be the only one.”

“The only slutty one, so naturally he was wearing the top of the suit like a robe and cut the pants into thot shorts. Hobi was understandably pissed about that one since they were only borrowing the suits after all. But it was some bet, he told me about it last night but I was too drunk to remember.” Looking into your drink the swirling chocolate then reminds you of eyes and the tingling feeling down your back when a warm palm rested on your shoulder.

“Holy shit!” You exclaim, suddenly standing up and running to your room. Mina and Songi are hot on your heels, watching curiously as you bounce around on one foot while struggling to pull your jeans over your thighs and hips.

“Where are you going?” Songi asks and you widen your eyes at the realization that she’s the only one who would’ve seen their face.

“Songi who did you see before you took me home? Who had their hand on my shoulder?” You ask, running up to grab her by the upper arms and shake her almost desperately. “Songi I need to know who it was.”

“What’s this all about? Did they steal from you or something?” Mina asks and you throw your head back in a frustrated groan.

“No they’re my soulmate!”

“Babe-“ Mina starts and your glare at the pity in her expression.

“I’m being serious. I felt the sparks or whatever and I can see his eyes when we walked away. I just can’t remember anything else. Songi you have to remember who they were.” You plead to the both of them and they look back at you rather sadly.

“I’m sorry but I’ve never seen them before. I think they were wearing a Santa costume but I don’t remember much else about them.” She says and you can’t help but deflate. You actually found your soulmate and got so drunk you can’t remember anything about them. Great.

“Are you sure they’re your soulmate anyways. I passed by you later that night and you seemed pretty wasted but maybe after Jimin you just thought-“

“No I didn’t make up a soulmate just because I was depressed that Jimin wasn’t mine. You know how you just knew with Hoseok? Well I just know with him. How many people were wearing Santa costumes?”

“Six.” Mina says but Songi disagrees and says there’s seven.

“A guy came in later with another suit. That’s how I found the cat, it was just following him around and I heard the little bell on the collar.”

“You-you heard a cat bell at a party filled with drunk people screaming?” Mina asks, her face twisted up in confusion. You have to admit that does seem like it’s rather unlikely that someone would be able to discern such a quiet sound with so much commotion.

“I have exceptional hearing, of course I heard it. Besides this isn’t some fanfic where we all find our soulmates in the same place. The guy did have a pretty face though, I wouldn’t mind looking at it upon closer inspection.” Songi shrugs, staring off dreamily like the cat guy is standing right in front of her.

“Do you think Hobi can give me the name of the guys he leant the suits to?” You ask and Mina sighs.

“Just don’t get your hopes up too much okay? Songi only thinks he was wearing a Santa costume. I just don’t want to see you heartbroken again.” She pats your head softly, almost motherly, and you give her your best smile.

13 hours, 45 minutes, 36 seconds until Christmas

The name Min Yoongi swirls around your brain as you stand outside of Bored and Brewed. It’s tucked between a music supply store and a flower shop, leafy plants hanging above the entrance and the large front windows blocked in by thin rectangular frames. You can see warm lights strewn across the cafe from outside, casting it in a golden hue as soft pink chairs and petal green couches decorate the inside. The bell above you jingles and you tersely smile, flashbacks of your embarrassment from misinterpreting a common sound during the holiday season returning. Hoseok gave no description of what Min Yoongi would look like, only stating that he’s a frequenter of this specific cafe given it’s proximity to your university’s music school buildings. Though Jimin mentioned all his friends were leaving today, you’re still hopeful that your soulmate will stick around long enough for you to find them. This is a matter of fate after all, the universe wouldn’t allow you to meet them before Christmas only to end up spending the day alone right? No matter how cruel the world normally seems you refuse to believe it would do this to you.

Upon entry the guy behind the counter smiles at you, then goes back to busying himself on the phone while you look at the menu. You’re not one for liking strong coffee, so your eyes naturally linger towards the sweeter drinks that are on the special menu. The bell to the shop rings again but you don’t pay it any mind, too fixated on trying to figure out what you want.

“I wouldn’t get the peppermint drink if I were you. They load it with sugar and whipped cream so it doesn’t taste like anything.” A voice from behind you says and you nod along. “I’d get the sugar cookie one, it’s not super sweet but also has a nice flavor. It’s the only thing I get that’s not actual coffee.” He hums and you decide to go ahead and order that before you make the guy behind you wait any longer.

“Make that two. I’m feeling particularly generous today.” He hands over some cash before you can say anything and you whip around to face him. Wavy black hair covers his brows, most of it tucked inside a gray beanie. A baggy hoodie and black skinny jeans adorn the rest of his figure and he gives you a tight lipped smile with the edges quirked upwards.

“Thank you. You really didn’t have to.” You say, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You follow him to the pick up area for your drinks, tucking your hands into your pockets to try and hide your nervous fiddling.

“I try to do a good deed every day so today that’s you it seems.” His voice is low and soft, a quiet rumbling in the wind.

“Well I appreciate it.” You say and silence falls between the two of you. Your mind is searching for something to say to fill the silence but the barista comes by with your two drinks. You’re about to just leave the conversation at the polite end but the barista’s words catches your attention.

“Feel free to buy me a drink sometime Yoongi.” He laughs.

“Yoongi?” You ask and the boy with the beanie turns back to you.

“Yeah?”

“As in Min Yoongi. Hobi’s friend?” You press further and the boy’s confusion turns to skepticism.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well you see I met my soulmate last night at the party but I don’t remember who they were, just that they were wearing a Santa costume.” You murmur, following behind when Yoongi makes a move to leave the shop.

“I’m sorry but I don’t believe in soulmates. I think you should have a say in who’s right for you.” Despite the coldness of his words, his tone is still soft- sympathetic almost.

“Yoongi wait!” You exclaim, grabbing onto his wrist with your own hand. The bell above the store chimes above you and for a second you allow yourself to believe you’re the one to change how Yoongi feels about soulmates. And yet you feel no goosebumps when your skin touches his, only the slightly dry texture of his palm when he gently takes your hand off him. “The-the bells. I can’t lose my soulmate again, please.” The end comes off as a whisper and Yoongi must take pity on you because he gives you a gentle smile.

“The bells were from above the door. But I can give you the name of another Santa, his name is Jin. He’s the one who hosted the party. He works at the restaurant I play piano for, he should be there picking up his check because the manager is old fashioned. If you hurry you can probably catch him. Two blocks down, it’s the fancy place with the stupid golden archway like a high end McDonalds.” He pats your upper arm twice before walking away. Though you miss the way he turns to watch you run around the small corner mumbling a small good luck at your parting figure.

13 hours, 30 minutes, 23 seconds until Christmas

Yoongi wasn’t lying when he said the place did have a strange high-end McDonalds feel. The golden arches are spotless, reflecting the red and green lights scattered in some windows of the buildings across the street. The doors are large french ones with gold painted around the trim and a guy in a butler’s outfit opens them for you. You thank him before heading inside, observing the grandiose chandeliers and poinsettias decorating the host stand. A girl with long blonde hair smiles at you before asking if you need a table.

“Actually I was looking for Jin? He has blonde hair and really wide shoulders.” It’s the only information Yoongi offered but the girl in front of you nods in understanding and you can’t help the sigh of relief you let out.

“He just came in to get something so I’ll find him and let him know you’re waiting for him. Can I get your name?”

“Umm just tell him Hobi’s friend is waiting.” You say nervously, pulling at the strings of your sweater to busy yourself. She just nods before walking away and you stuff three of the free mints in your mouth to try and ease yourself. That is before you realize they’re peppermint flavored and instantly start gagging as the taste of last night’s peppermint liquor surfaces. With your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from gagging, Jin walks into the lobby and spots you. His eyes widen in recognition, sparkling as he gets nearer. And as he draws closer a distant tinkling sounds rings out and your eyes water with tears. Is your soulmate perhaps the sluttiest Santa of them all?

“I’d remember you from anywhere. You stole my entire bottle of Peppermint Schnapps out of my secret liquor cabinet. I’m surprised you could reach it to be honest, I have to climb on the counter to grab it myself so you must’ve done some serious spider man shit.” He smiles and you wish the ground would swallow you whole. You have no recollection of doing that. What had Mina put in your first drink?

“Ahh yes. I was hoping I could speak to you privately.” Your eyes dart to the blonde hostess, perched on the host stand and conveniently leaning toward the two of you to hear closer.

“I was going to steal some food from the back before I left. You want anything?” He asks, walking towards the kitchen with you following him like some lovesick puppy. At this point you refuse to let your soulmate be taken from you any longer.

“What do you have?”

“Anything you could ever want. I’m heading home after this so I need some snacks for the drive.” He picks up a baguette and fruit, before opening the freezer and pulling out ready made desserts and quiches. “You think the caviar is here yet?” He asks to himself before rifling through some more shelves and letting out a loud ‘aha!’

“You hold this.” He says, giving you the expensive caviar and gesturing for you to hide it under your shirt.

“You want me to smuggle it out?” You exclaim and Jin quickly shushes you.

“It’s not smuggling, it’s borrowing. If there’s any left I’ll return it.” He says, pushing you away from the kitchen and walking normally like he doesn’t have a baguette and many other foods in his arms.

“Isn’t that a health violation?” You ask and Jin rolls his eyes.

“What are you? The health inspector? Besides you weren’t worried about health violations last night.” He says, leading you towards the front. The tinkling sound is particularly loud here and you finally gather the courage to question him about your real intentions.

“Speaking of last night, I don’t actually remember much. But I do know I found my soulmate.” You start, looking towards him and Jin hums in acknowledgement. “And he was wearing a Santa suit…so as you know, you were also wearing one. So I was thinking-“

“I’m your soulmate?” Jin says and you nearly drop the bowl of caviar that’s tucked underneath your shirt.

“You are? Honestly that’s such a relief because I’ve been stressing myself out about trying to find them before it was actually Christmas so I don’t have to spend another alone. You said you were having to go to your family’s right? Would I be able to come with? I know we’ve only just met but I can’t imagine having to be alone again and-“ Seokjin has tucked the baguette under his arm, a finger pressed delicately to your lips.

“This is very flattering, truly the sweetest soulmate confession I’ve received thus far. But I have to stop you because I’m not your soulmate. You think you’re hearing bells right? The bus boys are polishing all the glasses and they always knock them into each other.” When he sees your eyes water again he gently wipes the falling tears. “I know you’re looking to find them and I want to help you. You said it was a Santa right? Lucky for you all my friend’s wore the costume because of Taehyung’s punishment. They were betting the length of time it would take Taehyung to smuggle a cat out of the shelter he works at. If you ask me I think it was rigged since Taehyung was the determinator of the bet length but my friends are stupid at best so they overlooked that. I was going to be slutty Santa anyways so I didn’t really care what they did. The only surprise was Taehyung being a freak and wearing a suit as well. Can you believe it was just because he wanted to be festive and not to get someone to sit in his lap?”

You can only sniffle and nod, internally questioning if trying to find your soulmate today was really a good idea. Mina did warn you about the potential heartbreak but you had been stubborn and unwilling to listen. The universe has had it out for you thus far, so why would it suddenly take pity on you and make things easy? “Hey, hey don’t give up. I’ll send you the shelter address and you can stop by when you’re ready. He should be there all day, his family is coming up here tomorrow so he has nothing better to do.” Jin says.

“You don’t think this is stupid? That I’m searching for something that clearly wasn’t meant to happen?”

“I don’t think any matter of the heart is something to criticize. If you really wanna find your soulmate you will, I believe in you. And Hobi must’ve believed in you too if he gave you our government names and locations. He wouldn’t give them out to strangers he didn’t trust. Or at least I hope he doesn’t, I’m much too beautiful to be held hostage.”

“Thanks Jin. That was oddly encouraging.”

“There’s nothing that a pretty face can’t fix. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must coast to the gas station and stand there until someone offers to pay for me. The sugar daddies are normally out right about now so that’s my queue. And when you find your soulmate, tell him he and his garbage truck stomach owe me groceries.”

“You know who it is?” You ask and Jin only shrugs.

“Maybe, maybe not. I’ll see you at the next party y/n.” He winks.

12 hours, 28 minutes, 12 seconds until Christmas

“Did you find them?” Songi asks excitedly when you enter the apartment and you shake your head in reply. You’re not exactly completely discouraged but you feel nowhere near as excited and prepared as you were earlier. “I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” She asks, tentatively sitting on the couch beside you.

“Can we just watch a fun movie or something? i don’t really want to think at the moment.”

“How about a drama instead? Someone I know really loves Goblin.” She sings, already reaching for the remote.

“Goblin would be nice. It’s been a while since I’ve watched it.” You hum, snuggling under a fluffy blanket thrown across the back of the couch and curling up next to Songi.

“You want some popcorn? I can make hot chocolate or something if you want.” She offers but you shake your head and lean your head on her shoulder.

“I just want to mindlessly watch some dramas and pretend I’m the main characters.” You say and she merely nods before turning Goblin on.

“We can do that.” You both settle in comfortably, your body easing as the stress and emotional toll begin to weigh on you. Maybe what you needed was to just relax before putting yourself back out there. Besides Taehyung was supposed to be at the shelter all day, you had plenty of time. And even if you missed Taehyung, even if you didn’t find your soulmate by Christmas, you wouldn’t truly be alone. You had Songi right here with you, someone who had already offered to bring you with her when she saw her family tomorrow. It was with this warming realization that you finally allowed yourself to stop thinking, and close your eyes to get a peaceful sleep.

8 hours, 32 minutes, 56 seconds until Christmas

“You two took a nap and I wasn’t invited? You know napping is my favorite part of the day.” Mina whines, setting bags down onto the kitchen counter before squeezing between you and Songi on the couch. “Oo I love this scene! Though I have to say Nam Joo Hyuk’s swim scenes in weightlifting fairy were the best part of any drama I’ve seen thus far. When I tell you I almost drooled.” She sighs, batting away the pillow that Songi attempts to hit her with.

“How dare you talk about my man like that.” Songi huffs dramatically before pouting. “Besides he’s best as Nam Do San. If I could marry any character it’d be him.”

“He’s cute but I wouldn’t want him.” You say.

“Yes, yes. We all know you like your men older.” Mina cackles, wiggling her eyebrows at you suggestively.

“Hey they don’t have to be! I just- I don’t know, I want someone who could take care of me.”

“In all ways.” Mina giggles, her voice choked when you smack her dead in the face with the pillow beside you.

“None of that in my christian household!” You giggle to which she gasps, accosted.

“Then tell Songi to stop her weird thigh club thing!”

“I am part of the weightlifting club it’s not my fault we focus on squats!” Songi says, her voice rising significantly higher as she attempts to defend herself.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t join because you heard Wonho was the president.” Mina challenges, giggling when Songi’s cheeks bloom pretty roses.

“Sh-shut up. If you can have your hoe hours so can I. Besides Wonho’s my friend now, so I don’t admire them as much anymore.”

“You’re right, you admire them respectfully.” You add, laughing harder when Songi flips you off in retaliation.

“I hate you all. I need someone who will truly love me and be on my side.” She whines, standing up and moving to put on her shoes by the front door.

“Where are you going now?” Mina asks.

“To get a cat!” Songi exclaims, grabbing her bag off the rack by the door and storming out. You know she’s not really mad, but you also know there’s a one-hundred percent chance she’s coming back with a cat despite your lease directly stating it doesn’t allow animals.

You settle back onto the couch before your eyes widen and you jump up to put on your own shoes. “And where are you going?”

“I need to go to the shelter to see Taehyung and Songi’s the only one with a car!” You shout, running out the door and after her. You sprint down the stairs, it’s the most exercise you think you’ve gotten this year, and make it into the parking garage just as Songi unlocks her car. “Songi wait! Let me come with.” You yell, crossing over to her and throwing the passenger door open before she can say no.

“If you’re also getting a cat I get first dibs. It was my idea after all.” She says, waiting patiently for you to buckle up before pulling out. “Hey can you find directions for the nearest shelter? I know there’s one on third but I have no idea where third is.”

“Yeah I have the address for one.” You say, pulling up the place Jin sent you.

8 hours, 16 minutes, 24 seconds

The shelter itself is pretty small, but there’s a large fenced-in play area in the back. It’s filled with new toys and the sight makes you smile, especially at the few puppies that topple over each other when they trip while chasing one another. Your eyes linger on them a little longer and your heart pangs a little as you miss your dog from back home. You were supposed to see your family this winter season but all the flights in your home city were too expensive so you’ll have to see them after New Years instead. While you’ll get to see your family in a little over a week, you still miss them greatly especially when everyone is talking about going home to their own families.

“Do you want a dog instead?” Songi asks and you shake your head.

“No I don’t think I’m getting any pets. I have a umm friend who works here though.” You say, tucking your arm around hers and dragging her inside.

“Do you think they’ll give me a discount?” She asks, squeezing your arm when you tense at the little bell ringing above the door. At this point you hate bells and anything that has to deal with them.

“Maybe.”

“I’ll give you them free if you get two.” A smooth voice says, a boy with a black mullet and sharp eyebrows stepping in from the back. He smiles widely at you, rosy lips drawing into an almost blinding smile.

“Two might be a bit much for us.” You laugh stiffly. “I think we’re fine with just one.”

“Cat or dog?” He asks.

“Cat. Do you have any old cats? I’d like to give an elder guy a happy home.” Songi smiles and the beautiful man’s brows pinch.

“Taehyung is more familiar with the cats, I’ll go get him so he can show you around.”

“Sweet, thanks.” She says with a nod, tapping her feet to an imaginary beat. “Do you think I’ll find one that likes me? What if they all hate me?” Songi asks you, worry painted in her features.

“I’m sure they’ll all adore you. You’re difficult to not love.” You tell her, her shoulders sagging in relief.

“I just want to give them all the love in the world.” She says. “Oh do you think they sell collars? Something’s jingling.” She comments and before you can say anything the boy you first ran into last night appears. His boxy smile graces his features, dark eyes and long lashes fluttering as his gaze fixates on Songi.

“You’re the one looking for a cat?” He asks, his baritone voice causing a blush to rise to her skin. In fact, his voice when paired with his features seems to have glitched her brain out because she’s not moving at all. Her mouth is agape, her eyes wide as she takes in Taehyung. Several seconds have passed and she has yet to even so much as breathe. You nudge her shoulder and she seems to reboot, giving him a sheepish smile.

“Yeah.” She says breathily.

“Jaebum told me you wanted one of the older ones. I’ll show you the ones who’ve been here the longest too.” He says, urging you to follow him through the door on the left. “The first section is where we keep the older ones, hoping they’ll catch someone’s eye before they see the kittens.” He explains, gesturing to a large enclosure filled with cat beds and towers.

“Can we go inside?” Songi asks and Taehyung nods, opening the gate and allowing you both to enter before a cat can escape. Songi instantly takes a liking to a white fluffy one that’s sprawled on a blue bed in the corner. It’s ears twitch with each step she makes and she pauses when she’s an arms reach away.

“Hello.” She begins introducing herself to the cat and your eyes flicker to Taehyung who gazes at her almost fondly. Your stomach sinks because it’s clear you’re much more aware that Taehyung doesn’t have a belled collar in his pocket than Songi. Seeing her so clueless to her inevitable soulmate standing so close by allows you to give yourself forgiveness for being so clueless yesterday.

“That one’s named Gucci. Named him myself because he’s a rare breed.”

“Does that mean he’s going to be expensive too?” She jokes.

“Probably, he’s an old guy after all. Sometimes they develop health complications. This boy right here is thirteen and has been here for about two years I think?” Taehyung supplies and Songi immediately frowns.

“My poor baby.” She coos, gently reaching forward to scratch behind his ear and then further under his chin. “You wanna come live at my house? I’ll sneak you all the chicken you want.”

The cat just blinks at her, rather slowly, before sniffing her palm. Songi immediately takes this as a yes and tells Taehyung that she’ll take him. “A good choice if I must say so myself. You two look cute together.” Taehyung smiles before his eyes widen until they’re nearly entirely round like he didn’t realize what he was saying until it was already out of his mouth. He doesn’t retract them or try and make them less flirtatious however. He merely just walks away with a slight blush decorating the apples of his cheeks while mumbling about leaving to get paper work and a soft crate.

“You like him right?’ Songi asks and you just shrug despite the large smile pulling at your face.

“Taehyung? He seems really sweet.” You giggle to which she shushes you vehemently.

“He might hear you! Besides he’s way out of my league, there’s no way he’d like me back. Plus I already have a man in my life and he’s right here.” She tugs Gucci into her lap, pressing a small kiss to his nose.

“I will not let you turn into a cat lady. You’re already a hermit at twenty.”

“But people make me nervous.” She whines. Taehyung enters again before you can comment any further, the soft crate draped over his shoulder with a fluffy blanket tucked inside.

“I’ll come in with you and when you’re done signing, I’ll put him in the crate. Sometimes they put up a fight when you try and get them in there and I don’t want him scratching you.” Taehyung tells Songi and she just nods along. You can tell she’s stalling because the two pages takes her about five minutes, as she pretends to care about having neat handwriting. You’re pretty sure she’s working up the nerve to say something to Taehyung so you decide to do it for her.

“Taehyung do you have a collar on you? I think Gucci would look really cute with one with like a bowtie bell.” You ask and his mouth parts slightly open, brows pulled together in confusion. It gives off a similar vibe to when your puppy cocks his head to the side when it can’t figure out what you’re saying.

“We don’t have any collars here. We don’t want the animals to get caught on anything and owners usually like to pick out their own.”

“You mean you don’t have one in your pocket?” Songi asks, equally as confused. You love her but for being so academically smart she can be so slow.

“No.” Taehyung says before turning to her with startled eyes. “You can hear bells?”

“Yeah. Should I not be able to?”

“I can hear them too!” He yells, startling half the cats but he pays them no mind as he pulls her into a tight embrace. “I’m so happy, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you…my soulmate.” He says it dreamily even though Songi is right in front of him and although your chances of finding your own is dwindling significantly you can’t help but be happy for your friend. She’s lit up under Taehyung’s attention, smiling so wide you think your own cheeks are starting to hurt. “And you my little man,” Taehyung says, squishing Gucci’s head between his large hands. “I’m going to be your dad!”

7 hours, 45 minutes, 31 seconds until Christmas

After finally convincing Taehyung to let Songi go, only under the terms that you’ll meet him at a nearby diner to get food, you wind up back in your apartment. Mina is gone, probably either on her way home or out with Hoseok so it’s quiet when Songi enters with Gucci. It’s probably a good thing as Taehyung warned you both that moving was quite stressful for a cat and he’d want a quiet room to hang out by himself until he felt comfortable. Gingerly taking him to her room, Songi sets up his things before opening Gucci’s crate and quietly closing the door. “I hope he doesn’t pee on my stuff.” She comments suddenly.

“I doubt it. He probably won’t even leave the crate for a few hours.”

“You think he’ll like it here?” Songi asks, following you out of the apartment and back down to her car. Taehyung wanted to go to somewhere near his work since he biked there this morning and Songi was happy to oblige even if she normally hates driving at night.

“I think so, I know you’ll shower him with as much love as you can. He’d have no reason not to like it.”

“Taehyung?” She asks, laughing to herself for parroting you from earlier. “I know, you meant the cat. But on a serious note, the cat will like me better than him right? It’d be so depressing for my cat to like my boyfriend more than me.”

“Mmm that one is hard. Your boyfriend is scarily beautiful.”

“Hey! You’re supposed to be on my side.” Songi whines.

“I am, I’m just speaking facts. It doesn’t mean you’re not beautiful too.” Your phone buzzes and it’s a text from Mina asking what your plans are for tonight. You guess Mina didn’t go home after all.

“Is it okay if Mina comes along? Hobi’s probably with her too.” You ask, already typing out a reply because you know Songi will agree.

“That’s fine. But hey, can you give me directions again? I really don’t know where I’m supposed to be going.”

4 hours, 47 minutes, 27 seconds until Christmas

Songi is sidled up beside Taehyung, his arm resting on her leg while Hobi has his arm wrapped around Mina’s shoulders. You’re all crammed inside a small circular booth, mountains of food spread around the table as you joke around about nothing in particular. You had forgotten Taehyung and Hobi were close friends, having met so many of said friends that it feels like everyone is just a friend of a friend. And yet despite being the only one without a significant other, you don’t feel left out or lonely. In fact, you’re the happiest you’ve been these past two days as you listen to Taehyung ramble on about the time he had to streak across campus.

“Should I be horrified that the campus security guards know what my boyfriend’s dick looks like before I do?” Songi laughs.

“Hey they only got a preview, you get the full movie.” She giggles to which you all collectively groan.

“Gross!” Songi says, making Taehyung beside her pout.

“I don’t know why I thought finding Hobi would make you any less shameless.” You chuckle.

“Hey you all love me like this. Take it or leave it as they say.” Mina says, dipping a fry in ranch before popping it into her mouth. “You sure you can handle all this Hobi?” She asks to which he only winks. Lord help you, there’s two of them.

“I think our best moment was when we convinced Namjoon to sneak into the science labs and set all the testing rats free. Imagine this like six foot tall man screaming as a bunch of little white rats chase after him.” Taehyung giggles.

“What he didn’t know was that Jungkook had stuffed cheese into the pockets of his cargo pants so the rats were trying to get a midnight snack.” Hobi snickers.

“Where’d they all go?” Songi asks.

“They just kinda scattered around campus. I’m sure half of them live near the dining halls now.” Hobi says.

“Do you think they formed packs? Or are they like Remy from Ratatouille and are going to take over as chefs. The dining halls could really use an upgrade. Remember when we used to trek across campus just to get a decent dinner?” Taehyung asks.

“I’m not sure. Why don’t you two go and ask them?” Mina snickers.

“Jungkook.” They both say suddenly like that’s a reasonable and valid answer.

“Jungkook.” You repeat, the words somewhat familiar on your tongue. Why did you know that name? Pulling out your phone you look back to the list of names Hoseok had given you of those who wore Santa costumes and gasp. “Jungkook!”

“Yes that is his name.” Taehyung adds dryly.

“Jungkook was wearing a Santa suit! At the party. He’s one of the two left. Do you know where I can find him?” You ask and Hobi shrugs.

“He’s probably gone home by this hour. He was whining so much about missing his mom that I’m sure he left earlier this morning to go see her sooner.” You visibly deflate and Taehyung decides to offer up additional advice.

“Jungkook and Namjoon live together. That’s two of your list right? I’ll send you the address and you can see if anyone is home.”

“Don’t you think that’s a violation of privacy?” Hobi whispers.

“Nah it’s fine. A bunch of porn sights probably track their location with all the viruses Namjoon downloads anyways.” Taehyung says this so casually that you wonder if a big part of Namjoon’s personality is liking erotic videos. You really hope not, soulmate or not. You have a threshold for that type of conversation and Mina is relatively mild but even she regularly meets said threshold.

“Anyways, they’re not that far from here if you want me to walk you there. I live nearby anyways.” Taehyung offers.

“If you’re sure.”

“No problem.”

4 hours, 15 minutes, 53 seconds until Christmas

The apartment building is small, the colors muted brown and had Taehyung not pointed it out to you, you would’ve missed it entirely. The only source of light is small patio lights strewn between the buildings, the likes of which are only a few stories tall. Taehyung tells you the apartment number before riding off, leaving you to your own devices. Except, you realize too late that despite the buildings being rather old they’ve upgraded to modern systems. Which means you need a fob to get in. You could walk home and call it a night, but at this point you’re just annoyed and stubborn. So instead you meander through the convenience store for a half hour, pretending that you care about the difference between regular and kettle chips when you spot someone walking towards the gate. Abandoning the aisle, you hurry out of the store and cross the street.

“Hey! I lost my fob could you let me in?” You ask, a pleasant smile on your face to try and sway the guy. You can’t see his face well, it’s obscured by a black baseball cap but you can see the distrust in his eyes. “Please?” You try again.

“I guess.” He mumbles, holding the door for you to slip inside. You have half a mind to warn him against doing such things in the case of strangers only to realize that you are the stranger in this situation.

“Thanks!” You say, hurrying away before he can kick you out. The guy working the convenience store was definitely taking note of your blatant loitering and he didn’t seem like the type to ignore it. It turns out the building coordination here is quite complex because while you’d think 101-106 would be on the right and 093-100 on the left, 093-100 is actually the next building over. It’s like they put the apartment numbers in a random generator and just let that decide the order. You’re making your fifth round of building B like a creep when you decide to just sit in the stairwell in shame. It’s clear this apartment complex is your own personal form of hell for trying to best the soulmate system which so clearly doesn’t want you to find your soulmate before the holidays. You already have your phone out to call Mina and express your woes when you hear the door below you attached to the stairwell open. Before you can scramble out of the way a pair of multicolored chunky sneakers stand on the step beneath your own.

“You okay?” The stranger asks and you just nod. “Are you sure? You look a little lost.”

“Metaphorically and physically, yes I am very lost. I have somehow found my soulmate and forgot them within the same day, I’ve been running around the city chasing after fucking Santa like an insane person and I have no idea where the fuck apartment 387 is.” You sigh, glad to release at least some of your pent up frustration. The stranger takes a minute before holding out a hand for you to grab.

“Lucky for you I happen to know where apartment 387 is.” His smile is indented by deep dimples, nicely framing thick lips.

“Really?” You ask, slipping your hand into his own and allowing him to drag you up.

“Sure thing. If you’re this determined to meet your soulmate I’m sure they’re equally distraught at not finding you yet.” He offers thoughtfully and you just hum.

“I don’t know, don’t you think I’d have run into them by now? I’ve been all around the city today.”

“Two moving pieces are just as hard to connect as two not moving at all.” The stranger offers before stopping in front of door 387. Just as you’re about to thank him he unlocks it and looks back at you with a wide smile. “How about you come in and have a drink? He should be home soon anyways. Probably equally as frustrated as yourself.”

“If it’s not a bother…”

“Hey you’re my best friend’s soulmate, you’ll never be a bother. Besides I try and do one good deed a day, so reuniting lost lovers can be that.”

“Funny, Yoongi said the same thing.” You muse to yourself.

“Who do you think taught him? I’m Namjoon by the way.” You freeze, mind struggling to pair the apparent porn addict with the insightful, sophisticated man in front of you. He notices this pause and frowns. “What did one of my idiots for friends say?”

“Uhh…maybe just something about porn.” You mumble and Namjoon just takes a moment to deeply sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers.

“You should know they’re the ones who asked me to download it.” He huffs. “Chamomile or hot chocolate?”

“Hot chocolate is just fine.” You say, taking a a moment to observe the apartment. It’s decorated rather warmly, rich browns and black melding with soft orange. It feels a bit like you’re sitting at the edge of a bonfire, admiring the pretty glow it casts on everything. “Your decoration is really nice.” You say, taking note of the little wooden figures strewn across the living room. A small glass bunny makes you smile.

“Thanks I decorated it myself. I double major in interior design and business.”

“You think you could decorate my apartment? It’s terribly bland because my roommates and I all have different taste in decorating.”

“Sure thing, send me the dimensions and I’ll pick some stuff out. A lot of this is thrifted or from local vintage shops, so it’s not nearly as expensive as it seems.”

“Smart shopping, very sustainable.”

“What can I say? I’m a glutton for shopping but a stickler for lessening environmental footprints.” Namjoon says and you laugh, hiding your smile behind the mug he hands you. He even went so far as to add whipped cream at the top with chocolate shavings.

“Thank you. This is the best hot chocolate I’ve had so far.”

“Cool! I got some imported Belgian chocolate and-“

“Joonie I can’t do this anymore.” A third voice sounds before their body even enters the apartment, the front door thrown open carelessly as they flop themselves onto the couch. A jingle plays itself in your head, the bells have a rather bright sound. Namjoon urges you forward and you carry your mug with you just to keep your hands from shaking. “I’ve gone all over the city for nothing and of course when I come home to wallow in pity the bells are mocking me. They’re getting louder with each passing second Namjoon!” They whine, voice slightly muffled by the pillow.

“Would you like a hot chocolate?” You ask and they sit up so quickly that you jump back, sloshing some of the hot liquid onto your wrist. “Fuck! That’s so hot.” You whine, your supposed soulmate jumping over the back of the couch and holding your wrist gently in their hand.

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” They say, but you can’t even feel the burn because your nerves are too focused on his touch. Goosebumps scatter across your skin, as he hurries you into the kitchen to run cold water over your wrist. His mouth is moving a mile a minute, murmuring apologies and yet you can only fixate on the mole on his lower lip and the way his dark hair hangs in his eyes, long lashes blinking away stray strands. His nose is strong, a pretty curve making it much too enticing for you to not kiss it at least once. He seems to notice you’re not paying attention because he finally turns to face you head on and it’s only then does he seem to recognize you.

Similarly to last time his eyes are wide, several emotions running through them that you attempt to read: confusion, surprise, relief. He almost sags against you, pulling you into him before you can even think of anything to say. With your nose tucked into his neck, you can feel his small tremors and attempt to suppress them by pulling him in tighter. “I-I didn’t think-“

“I know.” You shush him softly, taking in how warm and solid he is, how real he feels beneath your palms. He smells like fresh linen, and when he finally pulls far away enough that you can look into his eyes you kiss the tip of his nose. His cheeks flush but the hands on your waist tighten. “I’ve looked everywhere for you, you know?”

He scoffs. “I could say the same. Why’d you disappear yesterday? I thought maybe you realized you didn’t..want me.”

“That could and would never be it.” You reassure him, running a hand through his hair to push it out of his face. “I hate for this to be our first meeting but I was super drunk when we met. I couldn’t really think and my friend thought I was really sick so she took me home before I had the chance to say anything.”

“Jin did say you drank an entire bottle of schnapps. Thanks for that by the way, now I owe him a new bottle.”

“He knew?! Why didn’t he save us the heartbreak and force us together?” You ask and he turns his head towards the small kitchen window.

Scratching the back of his neck, he mumbles, “that might’ve been my fault. I was supposed to be hosting with Joon but decided I didn’t want the mess. By then word already got out so someone had to host. You could say this was my punishment that you unfortunately had to suffer through as well.”

“Next time I’m going to pour his schnapps down the drain instead. Better yet, we’ll buy a bottle, drink it and replace it with thick water!” You huff and he smiles.

“I like the way you think. But what is thick water?”

“I heard it’s the consistency of snot. I guess drinkable jello would be the closest texture.” He scrunches his nose in distaste and you smile. He’s so cute.

“I uhh-I’m Jungkook by the way. I don’t think I mentioned that.”

“Y/n.” He stares at you for a moment before placing both hands on your cheeks and placing a tender kiss to your lips. It’s soft and warm, very much like the man who stands in front of you.

“You’re the best gift I could’ve ever asked for.” He says and despite the cheesy line the sincerity with which he speaks warms you. His hand falls to your own, only when he brushes against your wrist do you hiss and the moment is broken. “Shit, I forgot. Don’t worry baby, I took sports medicine in high school, I’ll fix it up real quick.”

0 hours, 0 minutes, 10 seconds

Jungkook’s arms wrap tightly around your frame, the both of you cuddled into the thickest blanket he could find as you gaze at the city around you. Your wrapped wrist sits carefully against your chest, a heart drawn over the fabric by Jungkook himself. The city lights are so pretty at night, the sky clear enough that if you strain your eyes you can even make out a few stars. The only stars you’re concerned about though are the ones in Jungkook’s eyes, glittering prettily as the sign from the convenience store across the street illuminates them. He takes a sip of Namjoon’s hot chocolate from a thermos before handing it to you, brushing your hair out of your face that’s been displaced by the slight breeze. Despite the fact that you’re both shivering you don’t think you’ve been this warm in a while. It’s part of the reason you insisted to stay out here just a little bit longer even though Jungkook’s warm bed is waiting for you downstairs. You just wanted to be in your own world a little longer, wanting to have an excuse to mold yourself as closely against Jungkook as humanly possible. Clicking his phone the time illuminates, 11:59, staring back at you before flicking to 12:00.

“Merry Christmas Jungkook.” You murmur pressing a chaste kiss to his lips as he smiles.

“Merry Christmas baby.” He says. Your eyes fall back onto his own and he’s looking at you as if you’re his whole world. You know your own mirror the same sentiment and you press closer to connect your lips to his own, writing your future along his tongue.

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VAV: A full Daddy analysis uwu

I’ve never wanted to collectively ride anyone’s thighs more then I want to ride every member of VAV’s. Does that make sense? Never has a whole group made me want to ride everyone’s thighs then VAV. I’ve said this before and I’ll say it as many times as I can. These specific 7 men have power over me. Like, I want to be on top of their thighs so badly? Like, let me feel every member’s thighs, from Geumhyuk’s thicc ones to Hosung’s average, to Yoonho and Wooyoung’s sexy twink thighs. I’m honestly starting to love how small ACE is. The size kink is coming out faster than I did uwu. Just thinking about his small frame ugh. Like, The Dream Team are all smaller than the tanks obvi but Wooyoung? There’s so many things about that man that just? He seems like mysterious and lowkey a freak but I fucking love how small he is ugh. AND FUCKING LOU HAS BEEN FUCKING ME UP RECENTLY AND UGH. The need for Lou smut is so over the edge I have like 4 fanfics started with him or involving him. Like I said, this group does things to me. And I love it all.

St.Van: Not because he’s my main bias and Daddy in VAV but I feel like Geumhyuk is a soft dom, he’s super caring and gentle. Unless you ask him to be rough and then he provides, but I feel like he also always asks how you are doing whether he’s being rough with you or not because he needs you to always communicate because it’s so important to him. If you need a break he’ll give you one, he has the best aftercare and he’d love to cuddle you after and he’s super affectionate and knows how to treat and take care of you and he does it well. And if you wanted him to be rough he would be but he’d still have the caring look to him? like, lots of praising and he’d always look at you with absolute love and adoration even if he’s fucking you til the bed breaks. And if the bed does break he’d stop to ask if you’re alright and then giggle and continue uwu. He’d always say things like “you’re doing so well princess” or something like “i know you can go for a little longer. C’mon princess, give me more, just one more time. You can do it princess” oR when you wanna get spicy he’d be like “you want me to fuck you like that princess? Are you sure you can handle it?” in a way that would make you second guess yourself but he’d always love and be proud of you for following through. And he would liter your body with kisses an he would always lace his fingers with yours when it gets good or he would cup your face. Like @itsakpopalypse said in her St.Van astrology post, he doesn’t fuck he makes love and I totally believe that and honestly thinking about that man alone..bruh I feel like he’s really into some things but he’s gentle about it? Idk but again I feel like if you asked him to be rough he would be but you’d still have that contact

Lou: Hosung is a freak™️ he’s willing to try all kinds of toys and positions. He’s a switch leaning sub and will call you mommy. He’ll do anything for you and try anything with you and loves shower sex. He loves seeing your wet body fucked out against the shower wall. The steam fogging up the glass door and then he pushes your naked, wet flesh against the door, your breasts squished and in view of anyone that might happen to walk in. “You know how sexy you look up against the door like this, how sexy it is to hear my thighs slam against your cute ass as I fuck your wet pussy so good?” He’ll slap your ass causing you to squeal. “You like that babygirl? You’re so good for Daddy. So wet, so perfect.”

Jacob: Jacob on the other hand, I feel like if you wanted it rough he would go feral and fuck your brains out and only after he made you cum 5 times would he come back down and be himself again? Like there’s no contact with you in those moments unless you used the safe word. I kinda feel like he wouldn’t really know how to take care of you as well as St.Van but he would always try his best to make you comfortable after and he would never just leave you after he re-arranges your organs ya’know? Aftercare is important to him but sometimes he doesn’t really know how? so you’d always have to reassure him that he’s a good daddy and that you are fine. I feel like Jacob’s one to have dom drops. I feel like he’d make you mad on purpose because he loves angry sex because you cum a lot more and are more loud and he wants to make sure his members and everyone in the building know that you are his sexy treasure. “Scream my name baby, I’m gonna make you cum so much you’ll stain the mattress. You like it when I fuck your brain out huh? You like it when I’m rough with your slutty pussy? You’re always such a good whore for Daddy. Louder, louder, I want my members to hear you moan for me.”

Ziu: I’m trying to figure out what Ziu’s into. He’s hard to read cause he’s such a dork. I think I’ll start by saying he probably has a thing for spankings. Whether playful or full on bent over his lap swatting each cheek. I feel like he’s really into bodystockings. He loves showing you how good he is with his fingers and cock. His favorite thing is when you wander around the house in just panties and a t-shirt, or panties and his hoodie. Maybe he likes to bend you over the counter in your tee and pull down your panties just enough to show your perfect ass, he’ll gently rub it before grabbing a spatula or slotted spoon and make you scream. “You think you can tease me like this and get away with it darling?” Perhaps he’s the kind to always praise you because you’re so shy, he’ll slide your panties off and when you move your hand over to cover your petals he’ll grab your hand gently and look you in the eyes and say, “don’t be shy darling. Let me see that beautiful dripping flower of yours. You’re so gorgeous baby.” And then he’ll lean you against the counter and lift one of your legs up so he has a perfect view of that gaping pussy and he’ll tease you will his tongue, slowly and gently causing the sweetest sounds to escape from your parted lips.

ACE: ACE has you wrapped around his thumb, his cock actually. When he’s really horny his one or two word commands will keep you in line. Because you want to make him feel good and tell you how good of a job you’re doing. He’s not really vocal but he still tells you when you’re doing a good job. He’ll say “knees, now” or “suck” and “good girl” but he won’t moan or curse unless he’s close. He’ll tilt his head back and enjoy him filling your mouth. Of course ACE’s punishments are serious and you can’t escape from them. If you’re bad he’ll let you have it and won’t let you cum till you’re far other the edge

Baron: Daddy Spreadlegs I feel would excel at eating you out. That’s it. He knows exactly how to do it, how to reach all your sweet spots, make you come undone and squirm as his tongue explores your sweet cavern. He would take his time in making you feel good but for Chunghyeop eating your pussy is an art form and you can’t rush art. Aside from eating you out he’d love to read to you, his gentle words rolling off his tongue in the sweetest way while he aggressively finger blasts you into oblivion. Sometimes he would stop reading just to watch you moan and wiggle under his gaze and sometimes he’d tease you by continuing to read, his fingers just resting inside your pussy, every once in awhile pulling out slowly to jab back in. I feel like he’d love to give you creampies. It would be his favorite thing in the world. Another thing he’d like, and he’d surprise you with it is once he figured out how to make you squirt it would be the only thing you’d ask for. You’d suck his cock and beg him to make you squirt. “Kitten, do you not enjoy when I eat you out anymore? Are you tired of creampies?” Chunghyeop said sounding disappointed. You quickly shook your head and pulled off his tip. “No Daddy, never. But I love it when you make me squirt. I love watching your reaction. I do so good for Daddy after. And you even say I taste better after. Please Daddy, please make me squirt and I’ll cum so good for you next time. Please Daddy.” you mewled looking up at him while kitten licking his tip. Chunghyeop just smiled. “We’ll see Princess. But right now Daddy wants to give his little slut another creampie.”

Ayno: I feel like Ayno is totally a subby baby boy like 99% of the time but every once in a while No Mercy Yoonho will leak out. He’ll always call you mommy or mistress and he’ll always thank you after you let him cum. He loves being your good boy. He always wants to please you and make you happy and you rarely have to punish him because he’s such a good boy. But when you do punish him he becomes even more of a whiny, crying mess. “Please mommy, please let me cum. I’m sorry I’ve been such a naughty boy.” You’ll shush him and hold your hand on his thigh as he jerks his hips up and down, the vibe resting against his tip. “Mommy will let you come soon my sweet baby. But you have to take this punishment as you’ve been a bad boy and I can’t let you get away with everything especially now that you think of you whine enough I’ll stop. Mommy doesn’t like to punish her sweet baby but sometimes it’s necessary.” Yoonho would cry and cry, tears staining his cheeks as you denied him of his orgasm. Finally you let him cum, his sweet sweet cries of pleasure filling the room. You kept your hand on his stomach rubbing small circles and praising him as he came down from his high. You kissed up his body meeting his lips. “You’re such a good boy for mommy.” You’d say. He’d smile and thank you over and over again.

Lou & Ayno: or as I like to call them Lube and Anal. The perfect combination of Ayno telling me what to do as Lou tells him want to do. Make me suck you both off as you cover my face in your yummy cummies uwu. There’s not a lot to say about these two. Perhaps shower sex with them both or a nice bathtub fucking sandwiched between them.

St.Van & Jacob: I want to be sandwiched between these two men. I want to be bent over Geumhyuk sucking him off as Jacob takes me from behind. Pull my hair, slap my tits, my ass, my thighs. Get me worked up. Praise me, degrade me, hold my hand for emotional support as I experience a mind fucking orgasm. Tell me how precious I am as my pussy convulses over and over, both of their cum leaking out of my sopping pussy. Kiss the marks on my thighs and neck, move my hair out of that way, take a picture of my fucked out body and use it as the wallpaper on your phone. I want them to take a video of their cum leaking out of me as a reminder of how good Jacob and St.Van are at fucking me stupid. Lick it up or push it back into me and cover my glistening body in your hot kisses

The Dream Team a.k.a The Cream Team (power bottom ACE, bottom Baron and subby baby boy Yoonho): Ayno is such a sexy man, his rap is super sexy but he’s also baby boy, but also let me throw it back Papi. ACE is the sexiest twink I’ve ever seen in my life and that voice of his, serenade this bussy Daddy. And his hands ugh, those fingers. He’s the slamming power bottom I need in my life. (And by that I mean, there is no power bottom ACE fics and that needs to be fixed. Anyone that writes for VAV please. I need to be on top of him but he needs to tell me what to do and how to do it. Dig your fingers into my hips as you guide me onto your dick. Make me keep eye contact as I grind my aching pussy against your throbbing cock please daddy). And Baby Baron ugh, he can collect these edible arrangements. Don’t ask why I sent you so many just find me and let me ride you Daddy Spreadlegs. My favorite bottoms. Also I feel like they’d all give you creampies every once in awhile but since it’s Baron’s favorite thing he’d give them to you more often.

I’m just so whipped for them all. I want them all to fuck me, I want to see what they’re into, let them experiment their pleasures with me. I’ll be their cute lil fuck doll. I want to see how they play with themselves, what they use to cum. I want to watch them get all worked up, their dicks thrusting into their hands, their muscles tense as they cum. I wanna hear how they moan, I wanna see them all fucked out in bed or on a chair or wherever they masturbate from.

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Toy || Beau/Adam

WHO: Beau Adams and Adam Sylvester @dominantsylvester

WHEN: Saturday 6/8, 7pm

WHAT: Adam won Beau’s auction scene - CBT with bondage and humiliation.

WARNINGS: CBT (obviously), humiliation (obviously), some adorable cuddles and very confused, very stupid boys near the end.

Adam was rather looking forward to this scene. He knew how much he enjoyed scening with Beau by this point. The boy responded to pain so magnificently. Adam was excited to see if he could push Beau farther. And Adam had also always been drawn to CBT with a male or similar activities with a female, because it wasn't just the pain, it was the level of submission required to let a person cause pain to your most sensitive, intimate areas. The submissive had to surrender so fully to allow it. He had set things up in his spare bedroom for their scene, and was now waiting for Beau to arrive.

This was a coincidence. There weren't many Doms who didn't have their noses up someone else ass, so he kept coming back to Adam. Right. Beau cleared his throat before kneeling at the Dom's door, nude - though he had a gym bag with clothes in it to dress once the scene was done. He knocked lightly at the door, bouncing lightly where he knelt in nervous anticipation of the scene to come.

Adam opened the door, already smirking slightly. The sight of Beau naked on the floor was perfect, exactly where Adam liked a slutty sub to be. "There you are. Good slut. You may come in. Crawl." He stepped aside to let the boy in. "Leave your bag by the door. We're going to be using one of my spare rooms. Come with me." He looked down at Beau as he waited for him to crawl after him down the hall. "I've been looking forward to this all day. Are you excited to let me play with your cute little cock?"

He grinned up at the Dom, leaving his bag just inside the door as instructed. Beau crawled behind him, focusing more and more on the scene and not particularly on who it was with. This was just another scene. “I am, Sir. I’ve been so curious about trying more CBT so I’m definitely looking forward to this,” he replied.

"Good boy," he said, sending him an approving smile. He opened the door for the spare room and let Beau crawl in past him, and ruffled his hair as he went. "I want you up on the bed, on your back. Get comfortable, you won't be moving for a while." He had things set out on the dresser, options for him to use during the scene. There were leather cuffs and also some rope, in case he wanted to use it, a crop and a flogger, a vibrator, lube, and a few smaller items.

The little touches, almost affectionate, weren’t something he was used to. He liked them - which put him on edge. “Yes, Sir,” he agreed, climbing onto the bed and settling on his back, letting out a long breath to center himself. Beau let his eyes slide over the items Adam set out and felt a shiver tickle down his spine. Oh this would definitely be fun.

Adam picked up the leather cuffs to begin with and began to buckle them to Beau's wrists and ankles. They were a nice flexible leather, with a soft cloth on the inside so they wouldn't chafe. "Now's the time to tell me if you want to set any specific limits," he informed Beau as he worked. "CBT is still quite a range of pain. If you want to draw a line somewhere, best to do it now before we start."

Beau felt himself relaxing as he was bound tight, held by the firm cuffs around his wrists and ankles. He took a moment to consider the request, his lips pressing together slightly. "I'm honestly not sure where to draw the line, Sir. I've done a bit but I'm not sure where my limits lie with CBT. I do know I don't want to like... have my cock cut or anything like that though."

Adam was meticulous with bondage, always. He clipped small chains to the D-rings on each cuff and attached them to the headboard and the base of the bed, holding Beau spread-eagle, stretched out and vulnerable. He laughed softly at Beau's response. "I'm not planning on removing any body parts," he said, shaking his head as he checked the attachments to the cuffs. "No blood. Not going to mess with sounding today, either. Other than that, I'm going to be trusting you to say something when you hit a limit." He looked at Beau seriously. "Remind me of your safe word. I expect you to use it at the first hint you need to pause. I won't stop everything, I'll just pause and talk to you, and you can decide if you want to keep going or stop."

He sighed happily once he was all spread out at Adam's mercy. Beau nodded lightly. "My safeword is legend, Sir. and I promise I will use it if I need to. But I have a very high pain threshold so if I don't use it, please don't... question me on it. I know my limits," he said seriously.

Adam held Beau's gaze as the sub spoke, and he nodded seriously. "Alright. I won't. So long as you understand that that means I am placing a very serious about of trust in you, that you won't let me do any damage to you." He carded his fingers through Beau's hair once, a fond gesture. Beau was a good boy, after all, and Adam loved mixing comfort with pain. Then he moved over to the dresser and picked up one of the smallest items there, a little leather devices made of straps and metal snaps. He brought it over to Beau and sat on the bed, starting to play with the boy's balls, rolling them between his fingers. After enjoying himself for a moment just teasing Beau, he pulled his balls down gently and wrapped the thickest strap tightly around them, stretching them down away from his cock, then another strap over the cock to help hold the thing in place, and another under his balls, separating them just a little.

“I won’t, Sir. I value my dick and balls too much to let that happen,” he said with a grin. The hair stroke made his belly flip in delight, but he tried to ignore it. The way Adam played with his balls made Beau squirm, his cock hardening under the attention. But when he put the straps around, Beau couldn’t help but groan, the faint, dull throb from being stretched ringing through him and settling low in his belly.

Adam grinned up at Beau, watching his expression as he became accustomed to the stretcher. It wasn't a terribly strict stretcher, there had been much worse in the supply rooms for him to borrow, but he knew for someone unaccustomed to their regular use, the smaller ones were quite enough for the desired effect. "How's that feel?" he asked, stroking Beau's cock gently. He stood up after a moment and went back to the dresser, returning with the flogger. It was a smaller one, the strands weren't terribly stiff, but then, he wasn't about to apply the same kind of force to Beau's dick that he would to his ass. Especially not on their first time doing this together. Adam trailed the strands over his cock, letting it tease him. "Do you want me to use this on you, slut?"

"Feels good, Sir. Different but... good," he murmured. It wasn't the kind of stretch he was used to, but it felt incredible. His cock twitched lightly in Adam's hand, and Beau had to fight back a noise when Adam moved from beside him. Who was he turning into? Of course, the soft stroke of the flogger on his cock kept him from thinking about it too long. "God yes. Please, Sir, please use that on me," he groaned, trying to arch up into the touch.

Grinning, Adam made the strands of the flogger swing just a little, tapping gently against the sub's hard cock. "Beautiful," he murmured. "All spread out for me, tied up so you can't resist. And such a nice little cock." He swung the flogger properly for the first time, striking Beau across the cock with it, though it was still a light slap. "Definitely not a useful cock, not something you could fuck anyone with." He swung the flogger again, a tiny bit harder. "A cute little cock. Like a little toy."

A shiver tickled down his spine at the tease of leather. When Adam swung with a bit more force, Beau's breath caught, his chest arching slightly as he felt the gentle sting through his cock. His mouth opened to respond to the comment, though his breath was stolen once again by a harder slap of leather on his cock. "T-toy, Sir?" he asked, his eyes beginning to glaze, though he hadn't quite sunk into subspace yet.

Adam looked up at Beau with quirked eyebrows, trying not to smirk too much. He saw the look in Beau's eyes. And the boy had asked for humiliation. "Yes, a very cute little toy." He swung the flogger harder this time, making it snap sharply against Beau's cock. "Don't you want me to play with it?"

A breathy moan slipped from his lips at the crack of leather against his cock. God that sting was incredible... Beau swallowed and shifted as much as he could, his length rock hard against his stomach. "Yes... yes I do Sir, please play with me," he said after a brief hesitation, his mind warring with subspace but clearly losing.

Adam looked smugly satisfied, and he slapped the flogger against his cock again. With his other hand, he started to rub over Beau's balls, squeezing them gently, just playing with them. He brought the flogger down again on the shaft of his cock. "That's a good slut. You know what you deserve, how you should be treated." Another snap of the flogger.

His brows furrowed a bit at the smug look on his face, his mouth opening like he was about to say something. But then the flogger came down, and there was a hand on his balls and there was pain and pleasure and... oh he was gone. “Yes... S-Sir, Good sluts know their place,” he breathed, heat flushing across his cheeks.

"That's right," he murmured, and pinched one of Beau's balls between his fingers, then turned it into a caress, turning pain into pleasure. He dragged the flogger over his cock again, teasing him with the strands, before hitting him twice more with it. "You're such a good slut," he said fondly. "Bringing me this nice little toy to play with. A cute little whore's cock."

He gasped sharply, squirming at the pain in his balls, his senses all confused in the best way. Sweat glistened over his skin as he fought to process the pain and pleasure, eyes dark and focused on the Dom. “Hope... hope you like it, Sir, it’s all a slut like me can offer,” He rasped out.

Adam smiled down at Beau and took a moment to stroke Beau's cock gently. "I do like it. I like playing with you. Having you at my mercy. I like that I can make you feel so good if I want to." He twisted his hand around Beau's cock, thumbing over the head and playing with his piercing for another few moments, before pulling his hand away. "And of course I can hurt you if I want to." He swung the flogger against Beau's balls this time, striking them with a stinging snap. "Like a doll, maybe. Something I can play with however I want."

Beau moaned and arched up into the touch, his thighs trembling. His piercing was always so sensitive and with the way his cock felt, the sensation was ten times more intense. The pleasure followed by the pain wrenched a strangled cry from the sub. “Hurts good, Sir. Please hurt this toy more, Sir, please?” He begged breathlessly, eyes gone soft and dark.

Oh, this was beautiful. This was the part Adam loved. When it was obvious that the sub was in pain, that his nerves were all being lit up, and yet he was begging desperately for more. "You know I'll give you what you need, pet," he said gently, his tone a direct opposite to the harshness of the flogger as he snapped it against Beau's cock again. "I know a slut needs to hurt like this. A slut needs to have their tiny cock punished. It's okay, I'll take care of it." He brought the flogger down on Beau's balls again, watching the way the boy twitched and moved from the pain.

The line came again, and he wasn’t sure if it was the subspace talking or the fact that they had done a couple scenes together - but Beau was beginning to trust that line. He let out a cry as the flogger came down again on his cock, hands clutched into fists above the cuffs holding him in place. “Yes - ah! Thank you, Sir, thank you!” He blurted out, panting hard as he fought to process the pain.

Adam paused to stroke Beau's cock gently, giving him a minute. This kind of pain was intense, so even though he wasn't hitting with the force he'd use on Beau's ass or elsewhere on his body, he still wanted to make sure he didn't overwhelm the boy. He spoke to him softly as he let him rest, still teasing him, so hopefully he wouldn't feel like Adam was taking it easy on him. "Good boy," he murmured. "You're so fun to hurt, slut. Why do you think it's so much fun to hurt you? Hm? I want to hear you say it."

His hips bucked as much as they could into the touch. Even the gentle stroke felt incredible, and between the pain and pleasure, Beau could feel his cock leaking with how aroused he was. He ached for more pain, but the pleasure felt so intense it was bordering on painful. "Because I'm a dirty slut who needs to have my cock punished, Sir... because whores should only care about their holes and having them filled," he crooned, the words just serving to turn him on further. He thrived on this kind of humiliation when he was in subspace, being treated as nothing more than a set of holes to please the Dominant or Dominants he was meant to serve.

"Ah, yes, a good point." Adam pulled his hand away without warning, leaving Beau's cock hard in the air with no way of finding any relief. "Your holes should be filled. I mean, I can't believe I didn't fix that already. You poor little slut, all empty and needy." He came back from the dresser with a fairly thick plug, now covered in lube. "Relax, whore, it'll go in your hole easier that way." He gently thumbed Beau's hole, then used his free hand to pull his ass cheeks apart so he could push the tip of the dildo in. With the amount of lube on it, it started to slide in easily. Still, he took his time fucking it in and out, until it was almost three quarters in, and then he slowly pushed it the rest of the way until Beau's hole closed around it.

He whined loudly when that hand pulled from his cock. Of course, the promise of being filled kept him from protesting too much. Beau gasped as the thick toy pushed against his hole, his thighs shaking as he fought to relax. "Oh fuck... oh fuck, Sir, thank you..." he panted out, toes curling when the toy was finally seated inside of him. The way he was being used was making his head spin, the throbbing of his cock only making everything even better.

Adam patted Beau's thigh gently and just stayed there with him for a minute. He'd pushed the plug in rather quickly, and it wasn't exactly small, so he was giving Beau some time to adjust to the sensation. He'd seen the boy's legs shake, and the fact that he was struggling turned Adam on something fierce, but it also meant he wanted to give Beau a moment to recover. "You're welcome," he murmured. "You're doing so good for me.. That feels better, doesn't it? A dirty slut needs his holes filled, I know. But now I can go back to playing with my toy." He started to finger the piercing on the tip of Beau's cock. "Does it need to be punished more?"

He nodded without even thinking. He hadn't even known he needed to be filled so badly, and yet, with the plug seated perfectly in his ass, he felt so much more incredible. Dark, soft eyes looked over at Adam but when fingers started teasing his cock again, all he could do was moan and try to push up into the touch, his cheeks flushed hot. "Please, Sir... punish this slut's cock, show me what I'm meant for," he begged, his hips arching slightly. The movement made him clench around the toy hungrily.

The begging and slutty talk would never fail to turn Adam on. He was aroused already, but hearing that from Beau made his cock uncomfortable in his pants. Adam didn't always undress during scenes, he liked the added level of humiliation of having a naked and vulnerable submissive while he himself was fully clothed. Today, though, he wanted his clothes off, and his dick out where he could stroke it while he played with Beau. "That's right, slut," he murmured as he stepped back. "I'm going to show you how you're meant to be used. Now be patient." He didn't take very long to strip off his clothes, but he knew Beau wasn't going to be able to go long without his attention in this state. A few moments later, Adam set the flogger on the dresser and picked up the crop, returning naked to the side of the bed. He stroked his cock leisurely and tapped the very tip of Beau's cock with the crop, just lightly, to see how it would move.

When he felt Adam move away, Beau twisted his head to follow his movement. He was definitely pleased to see the Dom undressing, flushing when he realized how hard Adam was already. His stomach twisted pleasantly at the thought of having that length inside of him instead of the thick plug. He honestly hadn't even noticed the crop, as distracted as he was by the sight of the naked Dom. So when the firm leather tapped the tip of his cock, he gasped, hips arching beyond his control. "Oh.. please punish this toy... thank you for showing me what a real cock looks like," he said, his gaze almost glassy with how deep this kind of pain had taken him.

"Fuck," Adam murmured, watching Beau's expression as the boy begged. He was so gorgeous like this. So far down in subspace, Adam could tell he really believed what he was saying, in the moment. "You're being such a good little whore for me, so you get to look all you want." He let go of his own cock so he could move it to tease the head of Beau's. He thumbed over the tip, playing with the piercing, and then held it to Beau's stomach so he'd have plenty of space to snap the crop against Beau's balls in three quick strikes.

Good little whore. The words seemed to fall against his skin like a physical touch, melding with the actual sensation of Adam's fingers teasing his cock. Beau didn't know how much longer he could go without losing it, either his mind or his control, he wasn't sure. Then the crop hit his balls, and the sub let out a yell, his cock twitching under Adam's hold, tears squeezing from the corners of his eyes. "Thank you, Sir!" he whined, his whole body suddenly even more alight from the sharp pain between his thighs.

Adam wasn't sure where Beau's limit was, not least because Beau didn't know himself, but from the way Beau was squirming and the noises he was making, Adam thought they were nearing the place he didn't want to cross today. But part of him wondered if he could make Beau cry before they got there. That would be so lovely to watch. Adam tapped the crop to his balls again, and then moved his hand away from Beau's cock so he could swat it sharply several times, moving down the shaft towards the tip. "Let go," he encouraged, still watching Beau's expression. "Show me how it feels when I punish your puny cock."

Another strangled cry pushed from Beau's throat, his hips arching again when the crop landed on his sensitized cock. Fuck. He couldn't stop the tears that did slip from his eyes this time, the pain and pleasure overwhelming now. His body felt so hot, his skin so tight, he thought he might explode where he laid. "Sir, please... p-please, use me like I'm meant to be, please," he begged, the words coming out almost as a sob.

There, Adam thought, reveling in the sight of Beau's tears and strained begging. "Beautiful," he said softly, setting down the crop on the bed next to Beau and running a hand over his thigh. "You're so beautiful like this, begging and crying for me." He leaned up to cup Beau's cheek and wiped away a tear with his thumb. "I've got you, gorgeous." He watched him for another moment, then moved down the bed, and casually flicked the tip of Beau's cock as he passed it. At the end of the bed, he unclipped the chains from Beau's ankle cuffs, freeing his legs without removing the leather cuffs. "Bend your knees," he ordered, though he turned away for just a second for some lube, then climbed onto the bed between Beau's legs while rubbing the lube over his cock with one hand.

Beau sniffed, unashamed of the tears rolling down his face. Beautiful. He thought they were beautiful. Later he would chastise himself for the thoughts - but right now? Adam's opinion was the only one he care about. Beau jerked at the tease to his cock, but bent his knees up when told, needing, hoping this meant he was about to get fucked beyond all reason. "Need it, Sir, please," he whispered softly, feeling as though he would absolutely shake apart if he didn't have Adam's cock inside him.

"I know, beautiful, shh," he soothed, running a hand over Beau's thigh as he scooted closer. "Can't be a good whore without a cock in you, right? I know, let me take care of you." He played with the plug for a moment, twisting it and pushing it in a little, then gently eased it out of Beau's hole and set it aside. Adam scooted closer then, and lifted up Beau's legs to raise his hips up to the right level. "Wrap your legs around me, like the desperate slut I know you are." He used one hand to guide his cock to Beau's hole, and the head slipped inside so easily. With Beau stretched by the plug, it was barely an effort to push into him, and it was a matter of seconds before he was fully seated, his hips pressing against Beau's ass.

All he could do was whimper and nod. He was desperate to be filled and fucked, to be used like the needy whore he felt like. Every condescending name just ramped up the need inside him, and he wound his legs around Adam obediently. He would do anything if it meant he would get the Dom's cock buried inside him. The sub let out a throaty moan once he was, his hole so perfectly full with the thick, hot length. "Oh... oh thank you, Sir, thank you," Beau breathed, his head tipping back as incredible pleasure swamped over him.

Holding on tight to Beau's hips, Adam rocked his pelvis for a moment, letting Beau get used to the friction. But he wasn't going to be gentle about this. That wasn't what Beau needed right now, and it certainly wasn't what Adam wanted. He pulled back, holding Beau in place, and then slammed back into him, hard. He moved one hand to Beau's cock and gripped the base firmly. "You do not come," he ordered, his voice hard. "Whores don't get to come without permission. And little toy cocks aren't for coming."

The slow was nice, but once Adam started pounding into him... that was exactly what he needed. To be used and fucked just like the whore he was compared to. Beau cried out but nodded, almost frantically. "Toys don't... no, Sir, toys don't come," he agreed, his words bordering on slurred with how deep he was. But when he looked up, there was still a spark of need, the hunger to know he'd been good - he had served his purpose. "Use me, Sir, use me for your pleasure, that's what toys are for..."

God, Beau was so deep in subspace, Adam could tell, and it was fucking gorgeous. Begging would always do it for him, so when Beau asked so desperately to be used, Adam was helpless to do anything but comply. He moved his hand back to Beau's hip and gripped both of them tightly, and started to thrust into him in a punishing rhythm. There was no gentleness anymore, no dragging it out. Adam was racing towards his orgasm and wasn't slowing down.

And with that, he was beyond words. Beyond caring about anything but making sure the Dom fucking him was pleased. He'd been deep like this before a few times in his life - and it was glorious. He didn't have to care about the future or the past, nothing but the immediate present. He didn't even have to speak, only moan and cry out with each punishing thrust of Adam's cock, his body feeling like it was glowing with how incredible he felt.

It didn't take long, with how turned on Adam was from all of this, and how amazing Beau's ass felt clenching down on his cock. He hammered into him for a few long, fantastic minutes, building up his orgasm, until he finally crested and fell into it. His fingers dug into Beau's skin and he slammed into him once more, burying himself in Beau's ass as he came with a groan. "Oh fuck...." He stayed there for a moment as his orgasm washed through him and then began to fade. As it did, he looked up at Beau again, smiling softly. "So fucking good, slut. You were so fucking good for me." He pulled out and lowered Beau to the bed, but didn't move away yet, He kept both hands on Beau, just gently stroking his skin.

Beau whimpered softly when he felt Adam slam into him and stay there, a rush of heat inside him since Adam hadn't used a condom. He heard the Dom murmuring, a positive note, but he was a bit too out of it to make out the words. "Sir," he whispered roughly, his legs falling weakly to the bed, arms tugging at the cuffs as if he were trying to touch Adam.

"Oh, gorgeous, it's okay, shh," he said softly when he saw Beau start to tug on his bonds. He crawled over him quickly to the head of the bed where he could unhook both of Beau's cuffs from the little chains attaching them to the bed frame. Then he laid down next to Beau and pulled the boy into his arms, holding him tightly against his chest. "Come here, beautiful. Such a good boy. You did so good for me."

He let out a sigh when his wrists were released, his body immediately curling into Adam's. The praise flowed over him, almost as comforting as the arms holding him tight. He lingered there, catching his breath, feeling weak and elated all at once. His cock was still solid, his balls still stretched but he felt as good as he would have even if he would have had an orgasm. "Thank you, Sir," he whispered, his voice small.

Adam gripped Beau firmly with one arm and moved the other up to start to comb through his hair. He was so impressed with Beau, honestly. It was incredible to watch a submissive surrender so fully like that. It felt like nothing less than an immense honor to be trusted with it, to be the one who took Beau to that place, and the one who got to hold him afterward. He could feel Beau's dick against his hip, still hard, but decided that he would ignore it for now. In the state Beau was in, Adam doubted that he would be able to resist rutting against his hip if the boy wanted or needed to get off. But as he was just curling into him, Adam thought it best to ignore his erection. "That's a good boy," he murmured as he stroked Beau's hair gently. He was in no hurry for this to end. He would lay here holding Beau all night if the submissive would let him.

Beau buried his head against Adam's shoulder. He didn't want to lose this feeling. He felt so good. So... used and glowing and... wanted. He shoved at the shock that sent through him, his brain beginning to come back to normal. But he didn't want to do this yet. A soft whine caught in his throat, his eyes squeezing shut as he struggled to hold onto that soft, glowy feeling for just a little while longer.

Adam didn't know what caused the little noise that came from the submissive, but his body was starting to tense, too, and Adam looked down at him, frowning in concern. "Hey, it's okay," he said gently, trying to soothe him. "You're okay, beautiful. I've got you. Just relax. You did so good. I'm proud of you, Beau. Really proud."

He let out a slow breath, trying to quell the unexplainable panic clawing in his chest. Beau swallowed hard and tried to focus on Adam's voice, the praise, to ignore the 'real world' thoughts trying to invade his mind when all he wanted to do was linger in the safety of his subspace. Gradually, he relaxed a bit, the thoughts backing off - for now. He nuzzled into Adam's throat again, surrounding himself in the Dom as much as he could.

Beau seemed to relax again, or at least, he wasn't quite as tense, and he started to cuddle into Adam more. Good. Adam tipped his head down to press a soft kiss to the top of Beau's head. "There you go. Just relax. Good boy." He started to rub his back gently with one hand. "I really mean it," he murmured. "I am so proud of you. You were incredible today."

"Thank you, Sir," he said, his voice still rather small and floaty, not his normal tone. He didn't want to be normal again yet. He wanted this memory, to keep and cherish for when things would be bad in the future. This moment where for a half second, he thought maybe things could be different. "Thanks for doing this with me. I really... appreciate it," he continued.

"Of course," Adam replied softly. "I love watching you fall into subspace. We can do this again, if you want. All you have to do is ask." He pressed another gentle kiss to the top of Beau's head. "Are you ready for me to take the stretcher off? It's okay if you need more time. We can stay here all night."

Again. They could do this again, and get to this space again and fuck, it sounded like such a good idea but Beau was beginning to realize it was dangerous. This was dangerous. "I think... it's okay to take it off. My balls kind of feel like they're going to stay that way if I leave it on longer," he admitted, his nose drawing up in a little wince. The glowy feeling of his subspace was fading now, the transition a little less shocking.

Adam chuckled softly, but he pulled away from Beau enough to reach down and carefully unsnap the leather stretcher. He tossed it onto the floor, and then gently massaged Beau's balls for a second before pulling him back into a hug. "There we go. Go back to resting, now, beautiful."

He sighed in relief once the stretcher was off. His cock and balls were sore, erection beginning to fade in the quiet of the aftermath. "Mm. Only because I don't know if I can handle putting on pants right now," he agreed, resting his head back on Adam's shoulder.

The subspace was fading, it was easy to tell, because Beau was making jokes again. But he wasn't arguing or pulling away or even seeming uncomfortable, so Adam thought he must still be pleasantly floating. Beau always seemed to want to be done cuddling as soon as he was back from subspace entirely. Or maybe he'd just come to enjoy aftercare more than he'd expected, and of course wasn't going to admit it out loud. Then again, the scene that they'd just done was intense, and it made sense for Beau to take longer to recover afterwards. "How's your cock feeling?" Adam rubbed Beau's back rhythmically as he asked. "Good pain or bad pain?"

"Uh... not bad pain. Not like, I need medical attention pain. I just feel sore mostly," Beau admitted, shifting a little bit so he could look up at Adam. "Also feel like there will definitely be no jerking off in my immediate future, but somehow I think you're okay with that." He flashed Adam a grin, his usual sassy tone back but his smile didn't quite reach his eyes like it normally did, the glassy look still lingering.

Adam nodded, and then smirked. "Yes, I am very okay with that. What do you need an orgasm for anyway? I gave you my come, you don't need to make any of your own." He grinned and leaned down to kiss the crown of Beau's head. Beau's sass was coming back, which meant he was recovering, but the boy still looked a little like he was floating. Which was fine, Adam didn't want to let go yet, anyway. After a scene like this, he wasn't going to let Beau leave for a while. "You'll be sore for a while, but if it hurts in a way that worries you, go to the infirmary right away. Not that there's any reason to think there's a problem. I'll want to check again in a little while, but I didn't see any signs of real damage."

"But orgasms are so nice, Sir... I know you've enjoyed making me come before, why stop now?" Honestly his dick hurt a little too much for any attention, but it was fun to tease the Dom - and it helped to pull his mind back to normal, as loathe as he was to do that. "Sir, yes Sir. I should be fine by tomorrow but I'll keep that in mind. At least it won't be like the six weeks I had to go without sex while my piercing healed. God that sucked."

Adam cocked an eyebrow at Beau, amused. "Because sluts don't need to come. I thought we were very clear on that." He shook his head in amazement when Beau brought up his piercing. "Six weeks, dear god. And I can't imagine it was comfortable while it was healing. I shouldn't be surprised you're into CBT, if you willingly put yourself through that."

"Maybe don't need to but it could still happen, you know," he pointed out. "Oh it wasn't. But the way it feels now makes up for everything. Getting a blowjob with a piercing like mine is like... fucking mindblowing," Beau sighed, smiling. "You should try it sometime, Sir."

"Mm, it could," Adam agreed, amused. "But it won't, because you already got your reward, in the form of my cock." He looked down at Beau as he described his piercing. It was interesting, to say the least. "Try blowing you? Or piercing my dick? I think you'd cry if my cock was out of commission for six weeks."

"That is definitely a reward. But who says I want just one?" Beau frowned a little at the comment, trying to keep the expression off of his face but failing slightly. He hoped it wasn't noticed as he hitched on a smirk. "I meant blowing me. I've heard it's fun to play with," he suggested, the itch to leave beginning to make itself known.

"Oh, no one was talking about what you want," Adam said, extremely smug. "I believe that in this scenario, I decide what rewards you receive, and you just say thank you like a good slut." He saw Beau's expression falter, but he wasn't entirely sure what had caused it, or at least which part of Adam's comment he was reacting to. But for now, Adam decided to let it go. It wasn't the time to grill Beau, right as he was coming out of subspace. "It was very fun to play with tonight," he agreed.

Beau rolled his eyes at that. "In the context of the scene - sure. In general? I hope I would deserve more than just one," he said with a laugh. "I"m glad you enjoyed it, Sir. You should try attaching weights to it - I've been told that's very fun." It had been a short-lived scene, but one he wouldn't forget any time soon. And he had to think about the others, the ones who'd laid the groundwork for what he was meant for - not this dangerous Dom who kept teasing him with these thoughts of another path.

When Beau rolled his eyes, Adam knew he was fully back to himself. Back to his sassy, defiant self, who likely didn't want Adam still holding him, though Adam had no intention of letting go yet. "In general, you can have as many orgasms as you want. You don't have a Dominant making rules about it, and you're possessed of two fully functional hands." He enjoyed teasing Beau, honestly, and the sense of humor the boy had, but he still lamented the loss of the wonderful, needy boy who had been clinging to him only minutes ago. "Weights on the piercing? Wouldn't that be dangerous?"

"Not according to you, Mister Don't-Touch-Yourself-In-Class," he said with raised eyebrows. He sat up a bit, subtly trying to put space between himself and the Dom, his skin sticky as the sweat began to dry. Beau shrugged. "They weren't too heavy, and my cock was mostly on a table. Not super dangerous but a total rush," he admitted, the memory bringing a smile to his lips.

Adam laughed softly. "Yes, well, you didn't actually obey me, did you? Or don't you remember your little punishment in the bathroom?" When Beau pulled away, Adam let him, though he was reluctant to. But Beau was clearly feeling alright, and Adam could just order him to cuddle. But he missed the sweet way he'd curled into Adam while he was in subspace. He tipped his head back and forth, considering, as Beau explained about the weights. "That would work, I suppose. We'd just have to be very careful. Now, attaching weights to your balls, I would be all for. ..Have you ever attached weights to your nipple piercings? Light ones, obviously, we don't want them ripping out. But I would love to do that to you." He reached over the short distance between them and pinched one of Beau's nipples lightly.

Beau shrugged a bit, a sly smile crossing his mouth. "I didn't. But you just said I can have as many orgasms as I want so... I'm just trying to prove your hypocrisy, Sir." Warning signs once again flashed through his mind. Danger. Danger Will Robinson, this was a bad idea. To plan more scenes and keep this going, to risk this happening again... Beau couldn't trust himself not to sink deep because clearly Adam knew how to get him there. And yet despite knowing it was a bad idea, he still said... "I haven't on my nipples, Sir. But that does sound like fun. Especially if I'm getting fucked at the same time to make them swing."

"Hypocrisy?" Adam tweaked Beau's nipple again, harder this time. "I said as many as you want, I never said whenever you want. You should be paying attention in class, naughty boy." He grinned when Beau brought up the idea of letting weights on his nipples swing while he's fucked. "That... sounds very hot. Maybe I wouldn't just fuck you, though. I could put weights on your nipples and then make you crawl around, make them swing that way. And then eventually when they hurt so bad that you're begging, I'll fuck you."

He swatted playfully at Adam's hand. "Uh, again with the hypocrisy considering you spend most of impact staring at me," he said to the Dom with a raised eyebrow. Beau kept his grin easy, though in his mind, he was still screaming at himself to not think about this. "Crawl around? Just like for fun? This is sounding less and less appealing," he said dramatically, though his lips were still curved in a smile.

"I do not," Adam protested, laughing. "Unlike some, I pay attention and take notes in class." He raised an eyebrow at Beau. "You don't think it would be appealing if I made you crawl, naked, with weights on your nipples and balls, to fetch drinks for me while I read? Because I like the idea of making you serve me like that. I'd keep a crop nearby in case you needed some encouragement, too."

"Hey, I took notes. I showed you, remember?" he pointed out. Honestly, the scene he laid out did sound appealing. He was aware enough to realize that he liked submitting to Adam - and that was reason to tread lightly. "And what would I get out of it, hm? I'm guessing not an orgasm from you, Sir," he commented playfully, daring to reach out and tweak one of the Dom's nipples.

Adam swatted Beau's hand away, laughing softly. "You went one scene without an orgasm and you act like I never give you any. Revisionist history."

"Any more and I'll start to think you just don't want me to have any fun with you, Sir," he teased. Beau sat up carefully, stretching his arms above his head, his shoulders still slightly sore from being bound. "Mm.. I think I might need a shower, Sir. I can still feel you leaking out of me," Beau said, looking over his shoulder at Adam with a smirk.

"I'm fairly certain you had plenty of fun today, even without your orgasm." He was still smiling as Beau pulled away. He was honestly surprised Beau had lasted this long between coming out of subspace and wanting to be out of Adam's arms. "You can shower," he said with a chuckle. "Don't get dressed after, yet. I want to check you over once more before you go, just to make sure there's no damage."

He just rolled his eyes fondly but didn't respond. He had had fun. But Adam didn't need to know that. "So thorough, Sir," he said, flashing a grin at Adam as he slid from the bed, walking naked over to the bathroom and rather grateful that the Dom was giving him time by himself. He needed a moment to get himself back together.

Adam shook his head fondly at Beau and watched him go, then stood to start cleaning up. He enjoyed being affectionate during a scene, and afterwards, partially just because it felt powerful to be able to hand out both pain and gentleness one after the other, at his own discretion. But Adam wasn't naturally a clingy person. He loved holding a sub after a scene because he loved being able to make them feel safe and cared for, but outside of that he was necessarily a cuddly person. He had no problem letting Beau have some space, once he seemed to be in control of himself again.

Beau turned the shower up high, stepping into the scalding water. He hissed softly at the heat, but he needed it. He needed to feel it to get himself back into his own head, to be himself again - not the needy bitch who clung to Adam like he was everything he ever needed. He'd learned his lesson about doing that before, and he wasn't about to do it again. By the time he was clean, he felt much more himself - despite the strange emptiness lingering in the pit of his belly.

Adam cleaned up the room methodically, wiping things down, making sure all the toys were clean and put away, and then stripping the sheets off the bed and putting them in his hamper to wash later. When he was done, he put on a pair of loose cotton shorts and a t-shirt and went out to the living room, where he got a couple glasses of water and sat on the couch to wait for Beau. He wasn't planning to let Beau leave until he'd had some water and Adam looked him over again.

He emerged from the bathroom still nude but dry save for his hair. Beau frowned a little at the empty bedroom, continuing through to the living room. After a moment of hesitation, he came over to kneel by Adam, not really sure of what to do now, as he usually was when it came to this aftercare thing.

Adam looked up when Beau came out, and smiled to see him kneel without being told. "Good boy," he praised, and ruffled Beau's wet hair gently. He gestured to the glass of water on the coffee table. "Drink some. How are you feeling?"

The emptiness in his belly eased a bit at the praise, and he tried to ignore it. He didn't need the praise. Beau took the glass to sip the water as he was told. "Clean and dandy, Sir," he said, resisting the urge to lean against the Dom's legs.

Adam chuckled lightly at Beau's typical attitude and assumed it meant he was feeling back to himself. "Good. Drink some more water, then you can get up on the couch so I can check for damage one more time. After that, I want you to rest, but if you would prefer, you may be allowed to go rest in your own room. But if you do leave, you're under orders to rest in your room for the remainder of the night. Understand?"

He slowly worked on the water, his shoulders relaxing in obvious relief. He wanted to stay - he wanted to be doted on, to pretend maybe for a little longer that this was something that could happen for him - but he couldn't do that. He couldn't let himself think this was something he could have. "Understood, Sir. Thanks for letting me head to my room, I have some editing to get done."

Adam nodded. He'd assumed that was what Beau would choose. "Of course. Just to make it clear, in case we have different definitions of resting, I expect you to be sitting or laying down and not engaging in any activities that are stressful or make you anxious. If editing is relaxing then it's fine." He waited for Beau to drink most of his water, then gestured for him to come closer. "Come sit on the couch for me."

“Editing is very relaxing for me, Sir. Makes me feel productive and all that,” Beau assured the Dom. He finished his water then climbed up on the couch, sitting next to Adam, not sure how he wanted him. “Be gentle with the goods, Sir,” he teased.

"Good," Adam said with an approving nod. "That sounds like a good plan, then. Lean back for me." He ran his fingers lightly over Beau's cock, inspecting it carefully, and then gently lifting it to look at the under side. It seemed fine, so he shifted it to the side so he could look over his balls as well. There was some residual redness, but nothing worse. He rubbed Beau's thigh gently as he pulled his hand back, one last small gesture of affection. "Alright. You may dress."

He leaned back against the couch and spread his legs to let Adam inspect his cock. Even with the lingering soreness, his cock still stirred lightly under the Dom's touch, but nothing too visible. The touch to his thigh made his stomach jump, the emptiness feeling slightly less hollow for a moment - but then it was gone. "Cool, thanks, Sir," he said, going over to his bag to grab his clothes. "Am I good to go then?"

Adam felt a sudden dissatisfaction that was hard to pinpoint, other than the fact that he didn't want Beau to leave. He didn't know quite why. Beau was obviously alright, well out of subspace and safe to be alone. If the boy wanted to go, it shouldn't bother Adam. This was a far cry from when Beau had tried to leave immediately after the scene, the first time they'd met. Adam should be pleased. And he was pleased, this was progress, but he still felt off. It wasn't something he needed to force onto Beau, though, so he smiled softly and nodded. "If you're feeling stable and safe, then yes, you can go. I expect you to message me if that changes at all, though. If you feel shaky or scared, especially, you need to message me. Understood?"

Once his clothes were on, he felt suddenly awkward, and he couldn't explain why. This was the reason he left right after sex - sex he knew. Sex he was comfortable with. Small talk and aftercare? Not so much. Beau shouldered his bag, nodding his understanding to the Dom, even going so far as to salute him, a tired smile on his lips. 'Got it, Sir. I'll be fine though. Promise," he said. With a small wave, he slipped from the room - disgusted with himself that he wished he'd found an excuse to stay longer.

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In recent times, I've been trying to get more into one of my favorite hobbies: tabletop games. Primarily D&D (of course), Exalted, and Shadowrun. Actually, some friends and I have been running an Exalted game for over 2 years now (since 3rd edition dropped) and I wanted to share with the world some of our fun stories and "That Guy" moments we've had forced upon us as well. Going back to the very beginning, I was, unfortunately, "That Guy" of our initial 3rd Edition Exalts. I built a strong, competent battle-ready Solar Exalt built around the Righteous Devil martial arts which, for those who may not be familiar, is essentially flamethrower-fu. Her name was Sunset Shimmer (yes, I snuck an MLP joke into an Exalted game, and only one other player at the table was in on the gag). The biggest issue with Sunset was a general lack of direction of the character. She had a backstory but no real goal to speak of and it didn't help that meatspace conditions made my attention to her spotty at best. She was an active participant, and I had freakishly lucky rolls playing her, but she was just kind of boring. I really should remake her. It really didn't help that I was the "That Guy" of a party of "That Guys". Another in the group was Hrothgar, whose defining intimacy was Ultra-Violence. But another major intimacy was about what a nice guy this bloodthirsty faux-viking was. It made about as much sense in context as it sounds here. Not helped by not really having a backstory or a goal to speak of. Ditto for Drago, affectionately nicknamed "Ivan Drago", also lacked any characterization to speak of. He was the man of 1000 backstories, because he couldn't settle on one. Once from the 100 Kingdoms, then a peninsula, then an island, then about how much of a great pirate his grandfather was. The GM eventually demanded he put up or shut up, essentially fusing together all the ideas, mostly because we never brought it up again and never actually went to his homeland in that game, but would in later ones. Whereupon we set it on fire (more on that later). The only competent Exalt of the circle was Petral. Sol Invictus knows she tried. Essentially Samurai BatMan, complete with high levels of investigation (she never used) and murdering people (that she really should've left alive), the only really meaningful connection this circle managed was that Targon and Drago's players shipped Sunset and Petral, due to a moment where a badly-drunken Petral, while worshipping the porcelain god, was comforted by a sympathetic Sunset. I'll be honest, as I was a frequent truant at these games, I can't accurately account for the flow of the game, but it did lead to moments wherein I'd find myself saying things like "But last time we agreed to murder some nobles! Why are we 200 miles away from them now?!" or declaring that a large, squid-like creature was, in fact, an aquatic horse upon botching an intelligence check. Things at least became more consistent with our second round of characters. Unfortunately, it was consistently God-awful. We had a cult leader, Zen, who barely had any idea why an Exalt would have a cult. He also didn't know what it would take to run one, having a character with zero personality to speak (I frequently confuse him with the next character here because of this), and - quite frankly - acted extremely evil at times. He had terrible conditions for his cult, food was constantly scarce (not helped by our being in Malfaes for this entire game), and draconian laws oftentimes seen in actual real-world deathcults. Calling this character "incompetent" is kind of like calling the ocean "a bit wet". The second one, Targon... ho boy. His backstory pegged him as an arena gladiator, which is fine on its face. The problems cropped up after that, whereupon he was also a successful businessman (resources 5), owned a chain restaurant which he managed himself (despite claiming to have locations all over creation!), and demanded his demonic clients pay in artifacts of all things. Now, in Malfeas, this could work, as a single-location eccentric establishment that catered to the super-rich. But this is Targon. And he ran it like a Pondarosa Steakhouse, except less competent. He would spend 20-minute long scenes (real time), in how exactly he would cook and prepare food. This established a precedent wherein we realized this player just absolutely would not accept flaws of any kind of his character - not real flaws at any rate. Just the informed "type variety" - his words. And, yes, he always attempted to sound smarter than he actually is by speaking in a roundabout and obfuscatory manner. Next was Taiga, and Taiga was a great character. She became the team mascot, punch-monkey, and little sister all in one. There was literally no one who didn't like her, in terms of player characters, because she was cheerful and cute as a button. She won big in Hell's many arenas and even won herself a few Pokemo-- err-- I mean, pet beasties. Her main concern was patrolling the mean streets of Hell, forming her own police squad - the Justice Buddies. And last, but not least, was my new character, Master of the Eternal Golden Paradise, named from the Exalted Name Generator, in case that weren't obvious. Master was a shrewd businessman (resources 3 to start), who operated as a flashy, guild liaison with some business contacts that helped him ultimately build a theme park in Hell - Super Happy Fun Land. He sort-of adopted Taiga as a little sister, and would go on to help her undermine Zen's cult leadership status, whereupon they would form "Taiga-ism", a rather loose set of morals and ethics as Master devised ways of educating the unwashed masses to make them more productive members of the work force and economy. As I recall, the greatest among these religious prohibitions was against taxadermy - as Taiga kind of thought it was gross. To really drive his themes home, Master as decked out in heavy artifact weapon and armor - his weapon (a reskinned Great Goremaul) was an abicus named "SmithLocke & Keynes" and his armor was a heavy platemail named the "God-Dragon Plate" (or GDP). Among the bizarre things this team did included: Operation Eats & Poops, an attempt to save Zen's hopeless cult by fertilizing fields. This almost got derailed due to a severe drought, but Master had two harthstones that happened to solve the problem. (This itself became an issue later on, due to fukken Zen not signing the proper paperwork while taking up space in the Endless Desert. Master would then go on to petition Cecylene for use of the space, and did so with such an amazing bureacracy roll, that he, and I'm quoting my GM here, "Made the Endless Desert moist".) Zen then begged Taiga into assisting him in getting a magic book - not even getting into his begging for magical martial arts training he ultimately bitched out of (thereby humiliating Taiga in front of her master). This was kind of like trying to explain color to a blind person, because Zen's answer to Taiga's taking him to a book store, was to casually saunter up and begin asking for what amounts to black market wares in the middle of the day. The GM, God bless him, took pity on this faux-pas and Taiga was eventually able to get said book. Not that Zen put it to any meaningful use. Apparently, the 17 year old girl understood the black market better than the man in his 30s. The team would go on to battle many times in the arena, sans Master, who was on the sidelines betting on his comrades's success (when it was Taiga) or their failure (when it was Zen and Targon). Strangely enough, Master's bets were almost always right. At one point we even battled what was essentially a battlemech. The team managed to topple it despite even man-down at the time, and Master sealed it with a linguistics charm essentially reading "DON'T TOUCH. THIS MEANS YOU, ZEN." And the sin that I shall never be forgiven for was Master's casual investment in the entertainment/security measure known as the TaigaBot. These mechanical abominations were fully able to dance, sing, answer simple questions for guests and beat the shit out of anyone who attempted anything funny, be it stealing or attempting to couple with a TaigaBot. Endless innuendos were made, of course, and that's part of the reason I shan't be forgiven for this. Master briefly considered a ZenBot or a TargonBot, but we all know where that would've ended up. Those robots would've killed themselves somehow - likely out of shame for their source material. And the last bit, something Taiga's player really should've reconsidered, was during a battle atop a giant bird-behemoth (Master was absent from this fight), Taiga's Mouse of the Sun, a rather vicious fighter named Fluff Mousington, brandished an anti-warstrider rifle and leveled it on Zen, prompting her for an answer. Taiga relented (her player, less so) and admitted that they should save Zen, causing a battle against a gigantic eagle. In retrospect, probably should've just pulled the trigger. Remember everyone: backstory, intimacies, long-term goal. Not negotiable. So, join me next time as I discuss some D&D (and how I became a half-ork pop star) and a later Exalted campaign involving slutty pirates, a reincarnating old man knight (who happens to be a teenaged girl), and three boneheads no one likes. See you there.

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Fixed - Part 2

WARNING! MENTIONS OF SEX!

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Stiles was pissed.

I mean I can’t say that I blame him, I was a complete and total bitch, but for tonight he decided to put that aside for Heather.

Stiles and I, like most things, went to nursery school together, at that point we were already best friends, but nursery school is where we met another good friend, Heather.

Today was her birthday party and since the three of us were so close when we were younger, Stiles decided that he was going to pretend that he wasn’t totally hating being in space as me.

I was trailing behind Scott and Stiles, everything between the three of us was silent, except for the clicking of my heels against the concrete.

“What?” Stiles asked Scott who kept looking at his feet.

“What do you mean, ‘what’?” Scott asked, looking around.

“I mean ‘what’ and you know what.” Stiles insisted, making no sense.

“What ‘what’?” Scott insisted.

“That look you’re giving.” Stiles said as he rubbed his chin.

“I didn’t give a look.” Scott said, not looking at either of us.

“You gave a look.” I piped up, but I was ignored.

“Oh, there was a distinct look, Scott.” Stiles insisted.

“What look?” He asked, slightly annoyed by our friend.

“The look that says that the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party.” Stiles insisted, waving his hands around and pointing at Scott.

“It’s not that.” Scott insisted, shrugging his shoulders. “It just seems weird going to another high school’s party.”

“But Scotty, that’s the best kind of party you can let all of you inhibitions fly out the window and you don’t know anyone who will be around to judge you later. But please, just have one drink? Stiles and I have known Heather since nursery school, and she promised that she would introduce us to all of her friends.” I said and the boys gave me an odd look at the first part of my statement.

“Tonight, no Allison, no Lydia. Tonight we’re moving on.” Stiles declared and I couldn’t help but smile. Apparently, my harsh words had actually gotten through to him.

“You’re right.” Scott said as he checked his phone, quickly stuffing it back into his pocket.

“That’s right I’m right.” Stiles said, making a random, spastic gesture.

“Moving on.” Scott said, he and Stiles turning to face each other as we slowed to a stop.

“Onward and upward!” Stiles exclaimed, pointing upwards.

“Let’s do this!” Scott exclaimed, pumped up by Stiles’ pep talk.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Stiles said and they did a weird double high-five thing before making their way up the driveway.

“How’s my breath smell?” Scott asked and I rolled my eyes.

“We’re not smelling your breath, Scott.” I sighed.

“Do you have any gum?”

“No. No gum. You’re fine.” Stiles said, slightly annoyed.

“Can you at least tell me what kind of party this is?” Scott whined and I sighed.

“It’s a birthday party.” I said as we walked through the door. The three of us barely came to a stop when Heather noticed us.

“Stiles! Hi!” Heather said, completely ignoring Scott and me, as she walked over.

“Hey! There’s the birthday gir-” He began, but was cut off by Heather’s lips on his. My jaw dropped as she pulled away, grabbing Stiles’ hand.

“I’m so glad you made it.” Heather practically purred as she gave my crush the stare down.

“Me too.” I couldn’t see his face, but I knew that he had that adorable smirk was plastered on his face.

“Come downstairs with me and help me pick out a bottle of wine.” She said and my heart sank to my stomach.

“Yes.” He said and eagerly followed Heather down the stairs to her cellar.

“I need a drink.” I practically sneered as I stormed off to the kitchen.

I had no idea how much time had passed, all that I knew was that I was actually starting to feel great. I couldn’t quite see straight, but I didn’t care, all I cared about was the drink in my hand and the song that I was dancing to.

“Liv!” I heard someone shout over the music and I stumbled as I stopped dancing, causing a fit of giggles to bubble out of me. I rested my hand on the person’s shoulders as I balanced myself and their face slowly came into focus.

“Ooh, you’re cute! You look like Stiles!” I giggled as I pulled my face closer to his, trying to get a better look, then I gasped. “Wait! Are you Stiles? Noooo, you can’t be him, he hates me. He’s having sex with burfday gurrl.”

I made a disgusted face and gulped down the rest of my drink at the thought of Stiles sleeping with someone that wasn’t me. I picked my head up as the song changed and I gasped.

“I love this song!” I exclaimed, swaying my hips a few times before I looked down at my empty cup and whining. “I need more.”

I let go of the guy’s shoulder and stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing a random bottle and refilling my solo cup. I turned around, taking a sip of the bitter liquid, and looked up over the rim of my cup to find that guy right there.

“Why are you following me?” I asked and he opened his mouth to answer, but I cut him off. “Nevermind, I don’t care, you’re hot. Dance with me!”

I grabbed the guy’s wrist and pulled him back over to the dance floor. I turned my back to him, pressing my body to his and rolling my hips to the beat. I hoped that he could be the guy to help me get over Stiles, but that changed when he took a step back, causing me to stumble and almost fall before turning around to face him.

“What’s wrong?” I pouted, my eyes wide, tears welling in them as an idea hit me in the face. “Am I not pretty enough?”

“No, it-it’s not that it’s just-.” He began before he shook his head. “Come on, let’s get you home.” He said as he put his hand on the small of my back and guided me through the house, he took the drink out of my hand and set it on a table. We made our way outside and he helped me into the passenger’s seat his car. We were silent for a few minutes as he drove down the road.

“You know, I’ll-I’ll sleep with you if you want me to.” I slurred, as my head lolled to the side so that I could look at him and his head whipped towards me for a second before he averted his eyes back to the road. “But don’t expect to ever hear from me again, I just- I just need to sleep with you so I won’t love Stiles anymore.”

He said nothing and I sighed, my eyes suddenly feeling heavy. I curled up into a ball in the seat, staring at the handsome man driving as my eyes began to shut.

“’M sleepy...” I muttered and he gave me an affectionate smile, resting a reassuring and on my knee.

“Go to sleep.” He said and I nodded, his soothing voice was all that I needed to convince me to close my eyes and let sleep take me.

Little did I know, I was being rocked to sleep by my best friend’s infamous powder blue Jeep.

I groaned as I woke up. My head felt like there was someone with a jackhammer trapped inside, trying to drill their way out. My eyes slowly slid open and I saw that, luckily, all of my curtains were closed, not even letting so much as a peep of sunlight stream into my room. I sat up as slow as possible, tossing my feet over the edge of the bed and shuffling to my bathroom in desperate need of a shower, I wasn’t sure whether I was the one that smelled like alcohol, or if the stench was branded into my nostrils.

I stood in the shower for quite a few minutes, trying to remember what happened last night and how I got home. The last thing I remember was a whole bunch of people cheering as I downed shot after shot in an attempt to drown my pain. It hadn’t worked, of course, I still had the picture of Stiles and Heather kissing burned into my already aching brain.

When I was finally clean and no longer smelled alcohol, I stepped out and wrapped myself in my fluffy robe and shuffled back into my room, not expecting Stiles to be sitting on my bed, staring at his clasped hands.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my brows furrowing in confusion.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay. You were pretty wasted last night.” Stiles, not looking up from his hands.

“Oh god.” I sighed as my shoulders slumped. “Please tell me I didn’t do anything stupid.”

“You were trying to hook up with some guy, and I figured that it was time to get you home.” He said his face tinged pink as he played with his fingers.

“Lovely, I’m a slutty drunk.” The bitterly sarcastic tinge in my voice got Stiles to finally look up from his hands as I walked over to my closet.

“Actually you said something about only wanting to hook up with him to get over someone else.” Stiles said, curiosity lacing his words and I froze.

No, no, no, no. He can’t know. I know him, he’ll get all awkward and ignore me for the rest of my life. I’d rather pine from a distance and be his friend than have him avoid me forever.

“Liv?” Stiles called, pulling me from my internal freakout. I forced myself to relax and search for a decent outfit.

“I was drunk Stiles, I was probably trying to get over Taylor Lautner, so thank you for saving me from an awkward and scary morning after.” I said, keeping my voice monotone as I dug out a pair of black high waisted shorts and a light blue tank top. I closed the door to my closet most of the way, hiding me from Stiles as I changed.

“So you’re not mad at me anymore?” I asked hopefully and I could hear Stiles’ sigh.

“No, I’m not mad.” He said begrudgingly and I couldn’t help but smile.

“You seriously have no idea how happy I am to hear that .” I sighed as I pulled my top over my head and stepped out of my closet, making my way over to my vanity. “Though I would never blame you for never speaking to me after the horrible things that I said. I am so sorry for saying them.”

I glanced behind me to see Stiles wearing a sad smile as I pulled my hair into a loose bun, attempting to ease my hangover in any way possible. I started on my makeup as he sighed again.

“I don’t think I could ever not talk to you, you’re my best friend, Liv.” I paused my eyeliner and gave him a grateful smile.

“Do you think I could catch a ride with you?” I asked as I flicked wings onto the top of my lids, trading my eyeliner for my mascara.

“Of course you can.”

“I don’t see anything.” Derek said as I took a sip of my mom’s truck stop coffee, pushing my sunglasses up the bridge of my nose.

“Look again.” Scott insisted quietly for my benefit.

“How is a bruise gonna tell me where Erica and Boyd are?” Derek asked rather loudly and I groaned.

“It’s the same on both sides. Exactly the same.” Scott stressed.

“It’s nothing.” Derek insisted.

“Pareidolia.” I muttered, taking another sip of my bitter drink and everyone looked at me with blank faces, except for Lydia.

“Seeing patterns that aren’t there.” Lydia explained for me, still greeted by blank faces. “It’s a subset of apophenia.”

“They’re trying to help.” Scott whispered and Derek was instantly pissed.

“These two. This one who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle. Thank you.” Derek said sarcastically to Lydia before turning to Allison. “And this one, who shot about thirty arrows into me and my pack.”

“Can we argue quietly, please?” I grumbled as I held my head, leaning into Stiles’ side and he wrapped his arm around my waist, making my heart flutter.

“Okay, alright, now, come on. No one died, alright? Look, there may have been a little maiming, okay, a little mangling, but no death. Now that’s what I call an important distinction.” Stiles said, trying to put a positive spin on everything.

“My mother died.” Allison whispered to Derek.

“Your family’s little honor code killed your mother. Not me.” He replied in a hard tone.

“That girl was looking for Scott. I’m here to help him, not you.” Allison said, clearly annoyed by the sourwolf.

“You wanna help? Find something real.” Derek said before walking away.

I jumped as Coach slammed a book onto his desk, signaling that he was about to begin his very loud lesson.

“The stock market is based on two principles. What are they? Scott glasses off. Yes, McCall, you can go to the bathroom.” Cach dismissed Scott and me, very slowly, pulled off my sunglasses. “Anybody else?”

“Uh, no, Coach, I know the answer.” Scott said, and Coach began to laugh very loudly before his face went serious.

“Oh, you’re serious.”

“Yeah, it’s risk and reward.” Scott said and everyone, except for Stiles and I, stared at him, shocked.

“Wow! Who are you and what have you done to McCall?” Coach asked as he made his way down the aisle to Scott. “Don’t answer that, I like you better. I like you better.

Coach nodded and pointed his finger approvingly at Scott before standing up and looking around. “Does anyone have a quarter?”

“Yeah.” Stiles said as he pulled his hand out of his pocket, causing a condom to go flying and I could feel my face heat up.

“Stilinski, I think you, uh, you dropped this.” Coach said as he picked up the XXL condom off of the floor, smiling at Stiles as he handed the condom to my friend, trading it for the quarter. “And congratulations.”

I could feel everyone’s eyes on Stiles as I looked over to Scott, only to see his ‘dude, you never told me’ face and I put my head down. I was too hungover for this shit.

I know it’s always dangerous when I retreat into my head because I start to overthink things, but I couldn’t help myself this time. Why did Stiles have a condom? For a second, I thought, there’s no way that he’s having sex, he’s so awkward and nervous when it comes to girls, but then I thought back to last night before I got completely wasted. Stiles went down to Heather’s basement with her to have sex, he was probably going to meet up with her after school.

I got so lost in my thoughts, that the next thing I knew, the bell was ringing and I slipped my glasses back on, rushing out of class before Scott or Stiles could question why I was suddenly quiet.

I had gotten a ride home from Allison and managed to sleep off my hangover before Stiles called me to help him and Scott do research on Beacon Hills First National Bank.

I was woken up by whatever I was laying on, suddenly not being under me anymore. I let out a small groan as my head hit the floor and curled into a ball on my side, taking over a warm spot. I let out a happy sigh as I drifted back to sleep.

“Liv. Liv, wake up.” I heard a voice coax but I just groaned, reaching a hand out to push them away. “Come on, Liv, we have to get to school.”

My eyes fluttered open and I realized that I was in a dream. A perfect dream that I never wanted to leave. I was cuddled up to Stiles in his bed as he brushed my hair out of my face and kissed my forehead. He pulled away and smiled at me with love in his eyes, I smiled back as I somehow managed to pull myself even closer to him.

“Let’s skip today.” I muttered as I admired his handsome features.

“We can’t we have Coach’s quiz today. We have to get up.”

“I don’t wanna, Mi, I want to stay here forever.” I said with a smile and he smiled back

“Olivia, wake up!” Stiles shouted, but his voice had changed and I could feel the dream world slipping away from me. I groaned as I opened my eyes for real, narrowing my eyes at Scott as he took his hand off of my shoulder.

“I hate you right now.” I said as I sat up and cracked my back.

“You were talking in your sleep.” Scott said as he scrunched his eyebrows. I stood up and stretched out my back before making my way over to Stiles’ dresser in search of a new shirt.

“What did I say?” I groaned as I realized that I could’ve let my crush slip to Stiles.

“You said ‘I don’t wanna go, Mi’.” Scott said before cocking his head, “Who’s Mi?”

I laughed at my friend’s confusion as I pulled out a red v-neck and walked over to Stiles’ bed, tossing the shirt down as I pulled my own over my head. “If Stiles hasn’t told you his real name by now, it’s likely that he never will.”

I pulled the shirt over my head when Stiles walked in, stopping in his tracks, mouth open slightly like he was going to say something. I raised my eyebrows at him as I tugged the loose fabric over my body, tucking the front into my black shorts.

“Uh, Earth to Stiles.” I said, waving my hand in front of his face, before walking past him, grabbing my makeup bag out of my knapsack and making my way to the bathroom, shutting the door and pressing my back against it, closing my eyes and grinning as I thought about the way that Stiles had looked at me only seconds before.

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