#endless wip pile

[twofortea]

Bigkakakat?? And human Kakashi

askdfj;dkjskdlfjasdkf;jasdjfkasdf !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

everyone scream with me pls and thx

[samuraisphantom]

Finished at last! (Who cheered?) It only took me about… 2 months…. But as mentioned in the wip post for this, its a little something that I did for a aitsf au that I’m working on (slowly but surely) but workflow for fics is incredibly slow rn so I don’t know when the next chapter will be. I think I prefer the sketches more compared to the final version but I don’t know why exactly

[mommalosthermind]

I have so many sskk ideas and they are either outright fucking crack or pain, there is no in between

[hardly-an-escape]

I swear I was trying to work on one of my ACTUAL WIPs but I put on one of my favorite movies for background noise and... I should have predicted this but...

okay but...

Roman Holiday Dreamling AU

Dream the young, ethereal prince on a goodwill tour of Europe. Hob the handsome reporter assigned to cover his trip. Dream, anxious and overstressed, running away from his responsibilities and the embassy and falling asleep in Hob’s taxi. Hob, taking him home and realizing the story of the century is snoozing in his spare pajamas.

they quote poetry at each other and ride around Rome on a Vespa and Dream gets a haircut and eats ice cream and has his one mad day in the sun, just living normal life like a young person should. Hob shows him the sights and takes him to a café and they go dancing. and they fall terribly, painfully in love, in just one day, because without realizing it they were, each of them, what the other was desperately looking for without even knowing it. they kiss, wet with river water and with tears, on the river bank after jumping off the barge. and again, dried off and aching with unnameable longing, in Hob’s little flat, and Dream wants so so badly to stay, to live this normal life, dancing and eating gelato and riding Vespas and kissing.

but Dream is, above all, a creature of function. of duty. and though he might have run away from his responsibilities once, when the time comes he is always going to return. so he returns. Hob drops him off around the corner from the embassy and they kiss one last time and Dream walks away without looking back.

and the next morning, at the press conference, Dream is perfectly composed, perfectly formal in his suit and gloves, even with his new haircut. and Hob is there, in the front row, and their eyes meet and they exchange an absolute novel of emotions in a few seconds’ worth of eye contact. and then Dream leaves, flanked by his attendants. and Hob lingers a moment in the gallery, and then he, too, walks away.

[ridl]

gq themed bunch of old doodles

[equusmaniac]

Saanjh, after a long day out at war (work), 🗡️🦄

I'm really happy to have this WIP—that has been sitting in my sketchbook for months—done. It is such a satisfying feeling to be able to get drawings like this finished. Especially once you add the factor that it's a redraw of something that's pretty old...

Top notch feeling y'all,

[shelleysmary]

getting the urge to work on my wips again immediately followed by the urge to curl up and DIE

[arielluva]

am i really an utena fan if i dont have 3 wip drawings all at the same time....

[buggee22]

another one for the endless untouched “wip” pile🥱

[wildemaven]

had me fooled | dave york

-> pairing: dave york x f!reader

-> word count: 1405

-> content warnings: 18+ blog; mentions of alcohol, reader is mentioned wearing heels and a dress, mainly fluff, Dave and Carol are divorced, established relationship, soft Dave, if Dave is a murdering man— we know nothing about it, zero descriptive information about reader, please let me know if I forgot anything

-> notes: this was written on minimal sleep and like 3 hours, so I apologize for how rushed and lacking in all areas it might be. I just wanted to get it done before the new year so it wasn’t glaring at me from my wip pile. It’s not beta’d in the slightest, so all mistakes are my own.

-> holi-dave masterlist / wm masterlist

“I’ll see you at the office on Tuesday. Get home safe!” You yell with a wave to your colleague turned friend from the front door as she settles into her awaiting Uber. The last of the party goers to make their way home. 

The house is calm now. No longer filled with echoes of laughter and cheers that had permeated the walls throughout the night. Close friends, old and new, once scattered in every corner of your home. Now emptied cups littered on surface tops and trails of confetti shimmer across the floor in their wake. 

You relax into the silence as soon as the door clicks closed. The endless duties of a party hostess slowly shift into party cleaning duties, even at this early hour. 

The cold floor almost stings as you ease your bare foot onto the wooden planks, soothing the ache that’s built up through the evening. You toss your metallic heels you had purchased for the occasion onto the bottom step of the stairs as you make your way into the kitchen. 

You're grateful for the few friends who hung back, helping you gather up used paper plates and other food covered items into several trash bags. Deciding the rest of the mess was a future you problem. 

A small whimper catches your attention as you grab the last few empty celebratory bottles of champagne and place them next to the sink. 

You're met with the sweetest face and a look of annoyance, having to deal with a house full of people instead of a quiet evening of cuddles and ear scratches. 

“Don’t give me that look. Your Dad gives me the same one when he’s grumpy and tired too.” Bending down to give Delilah, the French bulldog who’s pouting at you from the comfort of her plush doggie bed, a few pets as she begs for you to hurry up so she can make her way upstairs to sleep. 

“Which look?” A groan floats from the couch in the living room, causing you to snicker at the defensive tone. 

Giving Delilah a scratch to the chin, a silent promise of bed soon, you make your way to the living room. 

“The cute look you’re wearing right now. Half asleep and grumpy that you’ve been having to entertain people for the past few hours.” You plop down on the opposite end of the couch where Dave is sprawled out. Pulling his feet onto the couch, your hands working to undo the laces of his shoes, dropping the shiny leather dress shoes over the arm of the couch— another future you problem. 

Your thumbs slowly dig into the soles of his sock covered feet that are resting on your sequin covered lap. You watch his eyes flutter closed, his brows pinched in welcomed pleasure as you knead out the stress of the New Year’s party you had convinced him to throw. 

“I’m afraid this is how I always look, Sweetheart.” Dave manages to grumble out, looking at you from where his head rests against a decorative pillow. He slowly removes his feet from your grasp, his arms open, beckoning you to join him. 

“It’s still cute.” Accepting his invitation, you crawl over him, nestling between his body and the back of the couch. “You had fun though, right? Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.” 

“I did.” His fingers lift your chin, his lips finding yours in a soft kiss. “Even if I had to pretend like I enjoyed talking to half of them.”

“Had me fooled.” You playfully smirk at him. “Looked like you were really enjoying yourself most of the night.” 

“That’s because I had you by my side most of the night.” 

Dave’s hands had hardly left you the entire evening. Placed against the small of your back as you exchanged memories from the past year with your college friend who was into visiting for the holidays. Lightly brushing the length of your arm as he listened to a neighbor bore on about his new lawn mower that Dave had zero interest in hearing about. Your face in his hands, as the ball dropped on the tv screen, his eyes on you and only you— 5, 4, 3, 2, 1- HAPPY NEW YEAR! —That first kiss of the new year was shared as streamers and confetti exploded into the air. 

“Good point.” Your fingers begin to toy with the buttons on his shirt, as your mind reliving the entire evening, your head resting on his shoulder, his arms holding you close to him. “How are the girls?” 

“Asleep. They didn’t make it like they thought they would. Carol said they both passed out by 9.” You both laugh. Molly and Alice had both begged Carol and Dave to allow them to stay up until midnight, convincing them both they could make it the entire night. 

“There’s always next year.” A yawn escapes mid sentence, the evening and effects of the several glasses of champagne you indulged in finally catching up to you. “Let's go to bed, Dave.”

You start to push yourself up off of him, but you're stopped by his strong hand wrapping around your wrist. 

“Hang on a sec— there’s something I want to ask you. I’ve been meaning to ask you all evening actually.” There's a shyness in his eyes, one that you don’t see often with the confidence he possesses. 

You settle back into the couch, your legs tucked underneath you, your head falling back into the back cushion. Dave takes your hand in his, his breathing becoming a little erratic as he searches for the right thing to say. The silence between you drags on far longer than he means for. The soft snores courtesy of a sleeping pooch in the background are the only thing filling the room. 

“Yes!” Giving him an enthusiastic smile. 

“Yes? I didn’t even say anything.” His head lifts from the pillow, giving you a confused look. 

“My answer is yes!” A laugh bubbles up from your chest, you love catching him off guard like this. 

“To what? You don’t even know what I was going to say.” He sits up fully, face level with yours. Wondering if you truly know what he had intended to ask you. 

“You might be a man of the government, Babe. But you’re still easy to read. And I’m going to assume that the bulge you’ve been sporting in your pants all night, isn’t due to the effects of the dress I’m wearing. So, my answer is yes— I will marry you, Dave.” Your hand caressing the side of his face, his expression softening at your gaze. 

It was the same when he’d asked you to move into his home after only 6 months of dating. The girls were away with Carol for the weekend, the two of you enjoying a quiet summer dinner on the back patio. His quieter than usual demeanor wasn’t the first give away. He’d offered up space in the closet for you, a few drawers in the bathroom. He kept your favorite coffee in stock for when you stayed over, always brewed and waiting in a mug for you each morning. So when he said he had a surprise for you, all signs pointed to the obvious. Presenting you with a newly cut shiny key to his home, you promptly added it to your keychain after you both talked over how excited the girls would be once you were officially moved in. 

He reaches into his pants pocket, revealing the small velvet box he had tucked away all evening. Waiting for the perfect moment, only to realize a room full of people and all eyes on you isn’t what you would want. So he let the night carry on, watching everyone slowly trickle out the front door, until it was just you and him— alone. Just how you'd want it. 

“Dave, it’s beautiful.” He places the gold shiny ring on your left finger. Holding your hand out, admiring the diamond as it sparkles brilliantly in the dimly lit room. 

“It doesn’t hold a candle to you, Sweetheart.” His lips capture yours in a slow passion filled kiss, his hands pulling you closer, both of you falling back onto the couch.

“Are you going to ask me properly, Dave?” You tease, knowing he’ll be annoyed with himself if he doesn’t.

“Marry me? Make me the happiest man alive and marry my grumpy ass.” 

“Yes!”

[rozzingit]

apparently wip wednesday is a thing

so HERE YOU GO i guess, i almost never write fanfiction and the last vegebul fic i wrote was a decade ago but i've been rewatching dbz so here's some immediately post-buu bullshit i'm working on

There were so many things that Vegeta could dream, but what he dreams of is this: Darkness. The taste of dirt in his mouth. The weight crushing around him. In his dreams, Goku buries him deeper. The piles of earth on top of his corpse are endless. In his dreams, Goku buries him so deep that Vegeta can't remember air or light or freedom. He can't remember his name. He can't remember his being. Goku buries him so deep he'll never get out. Vegeta buries him so deep he'll never get out. In the minutes after he wakes, somewhere safe and comfortable, he remembers the dirt. He remembers the true memory of it: a moment's confusion, maybe a brief instinct of fear, but no struggle. He freed himself easily. He awoke easily. It is forgotten in his waking moments, inconsequential. It's only in his nightmares that it recurs.

[jet-teeth]

Have some Viggen Vibes ..while I try to piece some other stuff together from the endless pile of half-baked concepts in the art folder... "Oops, all WIPS" really is the current state of Everything right now haha

[jjungkookislife]

A Day Out

pairing: namjoon x f. reader x jungkook x jimin

genre: f2l, fwb, angst, smut [18+]

summary: It’s Jimin and Jungkook’s turn to take you out for the day but the three of you just can’t keep your hands to yourself.

wc: 13.1k

warnings: this is long overdue (literally been in the drafts since 2019?), not in order! daddy kink, heavy use of pet names (baby, babe, baby girl, princess, little one, doll), spanking, marking (biting, scratching, hickeys), semi-public sex, rough oral sex (f. giving and receiving), protected and unprotected sex, m. and f. masturbation, multiple orgasms (f. and m.), mentions of nudes and videos, double penetration, cum facial, cum swallowing, cock slapping, panty fetish, tiny impreg kink, alcohol consumption, some angst

a/n: almost 4 years after the original lol i’ve had this done for years but didn’t want to post it for reasons (and found it while deleting wips) but i posted on ao3 and i already had a banner ready for tumblr so here it is 

date: October 4, 2022

Jungkook had stumbled into his apartment after Jimin, going straight to his bedroom, stripping his clothes off to pool on his bedroom floor as he entered the bathroom in his bedroom. He stumbled around, turned on the light and then made his way to the shower to turn it on. His erection stood proudly as he tried to focus on anything but you. It… didn’t work.

He waited for the shower temperature to be bearable before he stepped in, sighing as the water enveloped his body, washing away the sins of the night. He couldn’t stop thinking of your lips wrapped around his hard cock, his fingers buried in your tight pussy as you moaned for him and only him. He wanted nothing more than to go rip you out of Namjoon’s apartment and impale you on his cock… but you weren't his for the taking. He’d have to wait until tomorrow afternoon to bury himself inside you, but it seemed like an eon away.

Sighing, Jungkook finished his shower as quickly as possible, his bed calling his name. He wrapped a towel around his waist after drying his torso and stepped into his bedroom. He picked his phone up from the pile of clothes on the floor and grabbed a pair of sweatpants from his drawers. He threw his phone on his bed, took off the towel, and slipped on the sweatpants. His body was becoming well aware of how late it was and how long a day he had had. He pulled the covers off his bed and slipped under them, grabbing his phone and using the light from the lamp on his nightstand to help him see the screen.

He was surprised to see a message from you. He tapped it open, and a low, guttural groan left his lips as he saw a picture of you on all fours, cum leaking from your pussy.

“Fuck!” he cursed, head tilted back, eyes closed, as he took in a shaky breath to try to ignore the pulsing of his hard cock. He wondered if Jimin had received the same picture, knowing you were more than generous with them.

Jungkook couldn’t help but wrap his hand around his cock, using his pre-cum to slide it up and down. He hadn’t had time to have sex while on tour, always having full schedules. He couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of Namjoon, having you to get him off whether on the phone or over video chat. On countless nights, Namjoon had declined to hang out with the boys to chat with you. He wasn’t naïve; he knew what was going on. Namjoon always rejoins the boys with a coy, dimpled smile, saying he had just gotten off the phone with you. Gotten off indeed.

Jungkook imagined himself bending you over his bed, ass up in the air for him to grab, squeeze, and use to fuck his cock into you. He imagined how loud he’d make you scream his name; the headboard of his bed smacking the wall as he fucked you good. He wanted to leave his mark on your body, show his hyungs he was more than capable of pleasing you, just like them. He wanted to wrap your hair around his wrist, fuck you onto his cock as you begged him to go harder, deeper, making you feel him in your stomach. He had spent endless nights thinking about having you, Namjoon being more than generous with sharing you.

You rivaled Jimin when it came to wanting attention. Namjoon knew you needed more than he could provide while on tour. It was made aware he came first, literally. If the boys wanted a turn after, he was all about it. That didn’t mean you wouldn’t send teasing nudes to the two younger men, teasing the hell out of them minutes before they had to go on stage with their tight pants and raging erections.

You didn’t play fair, knowing how they all reacted to you and your innocent act. You had all three wrapped around your little finger and they reveled in it. That being said, the boys were more than capable of playing your game, sending you nudes and videos of them getting off to your pictures and videos. All three had their collection of your nudes, exchanging them in their little group chat.

Jungkook sped up. Images of the first time Namjoon had allowed him to fuck you clear in his mind. It had been a quick encounter. He hadn’t had too much time to enjoy or appreciate your body for all its glory, but after a long talk with Namjoon, he had gotten permission to fuck you again tomorrow. He relished in the feeling of you warm and wet, wrapped around his cock tightly, moaning his name while Namjoon watched.

He had filled you so well, your body aching for his touch. Sloppy kisses, lewd moans, and obscene noises filled the room as Namjoon sat back and watched you use Jungkook’s hard cock to get yourself off while Namjoon stroked himself.

“Fuck, _____!” Jungkook hissed, his abdominal muscles clenching as he neared his peak. He didn't slow, he continued to pump himself, eyes closed tightly as he remembered how he came all over your face that night. You had allowed him to take pictures of you, which he definitely used to get himself off. He remembered the way you had eagerly licked some of his cum off your mouth, and that memory was enough to have him cum furiously in his hand. Strands of white on his fist as he breathed in and out, his hand milking the rest of the cum out before he threw his free arm over his eyes to regain his composure.

He breathed in and out harshly, giving himself a few minutes before he walked to his bathroom and cleaned himself up. He didn’t bother putting his sweatpants back on before getting into bed, setting an alarm on his phone, turning off the lamp, and falling asleep.

Down the hall, Jimin wasn’t fairing much better. He had immediately gotten into the shower after saying goodnight to you. He was feeling slightly aroused, more so knowing he’d be buried in you in less than twelve hours, and he couldn’t fucking wait. He had to share you with Jungkook, but he didn’t care. He was just glad to have the chance to have you wrapped around his cock once again.

This tour had been unbearable. He hadn’t had time to fuck anyone, always being too tired to, even when he had a day off. He knew the one time he had fucked you before leaving for tour, a rare show of generosity from Namjoon; a quick fuck when he had walked in on the two of you.

Jimin hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it, even if Namjoon had sat back and watched the whole time. It made him want to prove himself to you and him, showing off the talent of his hips. You had moaned for him so loudly that Jungkook had asked him what you and Namjoon had been doing fucking in Jimin’s bedroom. Jimin had waved the younger man away with a wink.

It wasn’t until the boys had left for the tour that you had gotten bold, after a talk with Namjoon, and created a group chat named, Boys I’ve Fucked and added all three of the men, much to Jimin and Jungkook’s surprise.

Minnie Um...I’m sorry, what?

Kookie So I’m not special, huh?

Daddy Welcome guys!

You had giggled at their response, instantly sending them nudes, knowing they had a rehearsal in less than fifteen minutes. You had riled all of them up, earning yourself a lecture at the end of the day from Namjoon.

Jimin finished his shower, hearing Jungkook was still in his. He walked back into his bedroom, a gray towel wrapped around his hips as he looked through his drawers to pick out a pair of shorts to throw on. He had yet to unpack their bags sitting in the living room, dropped off by the staff in their absence.

Jimin found his phone in his discarded jeans pocket and he sat on his bed, opening the message you had sent him. He fell back on his bed, overwhelmed by the sudden blood rushing down to his dick, fully hard in just moments.

Jimin added the picture to his collection, laying back on his bed. His hand lazily stroked his cock over the material of his shorts before he took it out, going to his album of nudes you had sent over in the past few months they had been on tour.

He opened a video you had sent him, you were laying naked on his bed, legs spread open, fucking yourself with a dildo he had bought you. His name fell freely from your lips, and your back arched, begging for him to fuck you; fill you with his cum. He watched as you writhed, moans becoming airy, one hand clenching his sheets tightly as you screamed his name loudly as your orgasm hit. You rode it out, a moaning, fucked-out mess. You then walked over to the phone, giggling as you showed the mess you made on his sheets.

“Sorry, Minnie!” and you blew a kiss to the camera before the video ended.

Jimin plays the video again, his abs clenching as he nears his orgasm, your name falling from his lips in a whimper. The sensation is too much, hearing your moans in the video, his grip on his cock, knowing you had been on his bed to get yourself off just for him was all too much.

He cursed, body stiffening as his hot cum covered his hand and stomach, pumping the last of it out of his dick before he slumped into the bed. His breathing was heavy. He pulled himself out of bed to the bathroom in the hallway to get cleaned up. He then returned to his bedroom and got into bed, dreaming of the adventures tomorrow held.

You grumbled as you heard a knock on the bedroom door, your hand flying to smack the chest of the man sleeping next to you. You heard his groan in response, your hand shaking him awake as you buried your face under the covers, trying to cling to your sleep. The knocks came harder, faster, and louder; seeming annoyed at the door.

“Joon, make it stop!” you whined, grabbing the pillow and covering your head with it to drown out the pestering sound, but it was no use.

Namjoon grumbled, grabbing his boxers and putting them on before walking to his bedroom door and opening it, a scowl on his face. He was greeted with a scowl in return from his silver-haired roommate and best friend, Yoongi.

“Jungkook dropped this off for her. He said to get her ready in two hours,” Yoongi stated, shoving the shopping bag in Namjoon’s hands and leaving to return to his bedroom, angry at having been woken up. Namjoon shut the door once he was gone.

Namjoon turned to face you, head buried under the pillow, sheets covering your ass, leaving your back exposed.

“Baby, you need to wake up,” Namjoon said, sitting on the bed, his large hand reaching out to touch your skin. You pushed him away, curling into a ball trying to cling to your sleep.

“I guess I’ll have to tell Jimin and Jungkook you don’t want to go,” Namjoon shrugged, a smirk on his face when you shot up immediately, shaking your head.

“I’m up! I’m up!” you shout, making Namjoon chuckle. He reaches over to grab his phone, noting the missed calls from Jimin and Jungkook. It’s only 10:35 am, so there’s still time for Namjoon to get off once before he sends you on your way.

“Come here, little one,” he instructs, pulling you into his lap. His lips kiss your neck, his tongue tracing the marks he’s left.

“Daddy’s first rule,” he murmurs, your content sigh filling his ear, eyes closed as you relish in the early morning attention.

“Daddy cums first,” you reply obediently, feeling his fingers tracing the bruises they have formed on your hips. You mewl softly, wanting Namjoon to touch you, already feeling aroused in his lap.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Want you,” your voice is just above a whisper as he pecks your lips gently. His hand moves up your body from your hip, stopping at your breast to squeeze it before he moves it to your neck. He holds you firmly, his lips pressing against yours harder, his tongue swiping at your lip. With a moan, you allow him entrance and feel him caress your tongue with his. You move to straddle him, feeling his erection pressed against you, his hands cupping your ass and kneading it with need.

Your moans are muffled by his lips, your body grinding against his. You break away, panting, your eyes meeting his dark ones.

You stroke his cheek, taking in every beautiful feature. He has today and tomorrow off before he’s thrown into practices, award shows, and photoshoots. He has so graciously allowed you to spend the day with two men he considers his brothers, just to make you all happy.

“Tomorrow, I’m yours,” you whisper, lips placing kisses all over his face before lingering on his lips, your teeth nibbling on the bottom one, earning a moan from him. His hand comes down roughly on your ass. The thundering sound makes your pussy clench around nothing.

“Daddy,” you moan, feeling the stinging of your ass, his large palm rubbing the area to soothe the soft pain.

“Tell daddy what you want, little one.”

You keen at the pet name, your stomach filling with fluttering butterflies as warmth begins to fill the pit of your stomach. You become overwhelmed by the man beneath you; you’re so in love you can’t contain it much longer.

“You,” comes your whisper, your lashes blinking softly to radiate innocence, but he knows better.

“I don’t have time for games, baby girl. I need to get you off and send you on your way,” Namjoon smirks, his hand coming to stroke your cheek softly, his pink lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. Your lips move together, his tongue sliding into your mouth when you moan, hips rocking against his impulsively.

A curse leaves his lips, breaking the kiss he breathes in heavily. His pupils are blown, his heart pounding in his chest as he has you raise your hips, allowing his throbbing erection to tease your entrance. He gripped himself, the head slowly inching into you, your essence coating him generously as he slowly has you sinking on him.

His hands are on your hip, breath caught in his throat as you take him so well. He knows he can’t go too hard, knowing Jungkook and Jimin are aching for their turns.

Namjoon relaxes into the headboard, the pillows supporting his head and back. “Get what you need from Daddy.”

You moan obscenely, loving the way he refers to himself as daddy. Making the fire in your stomach burn harder, your eyes shut as you allow yourself to reel in the pleasure. Your hands are laced in his perfect locks, your hips moving with ease as you feel his gaze on you.

You open your eyes, smiling at the man who has captured your heart as he fills you deeply. Your body loves the way he hits all the right spots, his hands squeezing your ass.

His lips come to your neck, his hand tangled in your hair as he holds you still. You clench around him, his groan muffled by your flesh as he sinks his teeth into you. You gasp in pain and pleasure, moaning salaciously in response, his hand coming down to smack your ass.

“Daddy, I won’t last much longer,” you breathe, feeling the stickiness of your sweat as you pick up the speed of your movements, your thighs burning in protest as you exert yourself.

“Take what you need from me. I’m yours for your pleasure,” his whisper has you melting, feeling yourself falling over the edge as your orgasm consumes you.

You collapse on his chest, his warm hands rubbing your back as he whispers praises in your ear. You revel in his soft voice, allowing yourself to cling to him before feeling him twitch inside you. He hasn’t cum.

You push yourself up, your lips brushing against his as you get off his lap. You grab a pillow and slide it under your knees as you get on the floor, Namjoon repositioning himself so that he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet flat on the floor, with you kneeling before him.

“Such a beautiful girl,” he hums, his hand caressing your cheek before he sends you a gentle smile. He loves the way your eyes looked glazed, your body still thrumming from your orgasm. Your hand reaches out for his slick cock, your lips wrapping around him, causing him to moan.

“That’s it, baby. Take daddy’s cock like a good girl,” Namjoon coos, his hand tightening his grip on your hair as you bob up and down. You like tasting yourself on his cock. It spurs you to take him deeper, gagging on him when you meet his pelvis. You hold it, your eyes meeting his as you swallow.

Namjoon’s eyes shut, hissing low as you pull back and repeat your actions. You break, using your tongue to tease the head of his cock, swirling it around before slinking down on it.

“You’re doing so well. Make me proud today, okay?” Namjoon asks, sighing in contentment when he feels your tongue teasingly lick at his balls. A low growl leaves his lips as you flatten your tongue along the underside of his dick, taking him in once again.

Your mouth feels so warm and wet. The sounds spilling from your lips are music to his ears. He wishes he could fuck your pretty little mouth all day but he knows you need to get ready. He feels your hands on his thighs, your mouth widening as much as you can as you inhale through your nose and take all of him in your mouth. You meet his gaze, eyes watering as you inhale and exhale, your throat constricting on his cock as you swallow. Namjoon shudders, pleasure burning his body as he pulls you off his cock. “Fuck, baby girl, you’re such a dirty girl for me.”

You blink at him before pouting, but he wraps his hand around his cock and begins stroking himself.

“Stick out your tongue for me, baby,” he commands, your eyes shut as you stick your tongue out. You can hear the lewd noises he’s making as he jerks off, his soft grunts filling your ears as you wait patiently for his cum. Your arousal begins to pool at your belly once again.

“Fuck, baby girl. Fuck _____,” Namjoon growls before you feel the first spurt of his cum hit your face, the second and third landing on your tongue.

Namjoon is cursing, milking the rest of his cum out of his cock to land on your face before he sighs joyfully, completely spent.

“Hold it for me, baby.”

You remain in place, not moving an inch as you wait for Namjoon. You hear him moving around before you feel his thumb at your eye, moving the cum out of the way.

“Open your eyes slowly for me.” his voice is soft, hesitant.

You open your eyes, seeing him hold his phone as he takes a picture of your cum covered face. You try your best to smile but can’t do so very well without the cum on your tongue threatening to spill.

“Swallow for me, baby,” Namjoon tells you and you do so, showing him your clean tongue after.

“You’re such a good girl,” he praises you, his lips brushing yours as he picks you up and carries you to his bathroom for a shower.

After a shower, Namjoon has you on a bar stool eating breakfast after you get dressed in a black skirt and a tank top courtesy of Jungkook. You make sure to wear comfy wedges and do some light makeup with a matte lip color before throwing your hair into a high ponytail.

Namjoon joins you for breakfast, his large hand resting on your bare thigh, sliding up and down as he eats his breakfast by your side. You’ve used up a lot of time with Namjoon and his cock, now trying to finish breakfast before Jungkook and Jimin come by to pick you up.

You’re just putting your dish in the dishwasher when Jungkook and Jimin waltz in with smiles on their faces as they see you walking towards them.

“Jungkook!” you yelp as he picks you up, twirling you around, making you giggle before he sets you back on the floor. His lips are on yours immediately, your hands tangled in his dark locks, moaning into the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip past your lips and taste you. A low growl reverberated against his chest, making your arousal pool in your panties. He had just walked through the door and had you turned on. It was going to be a long day.

You felt his hand go down your back before going under your skirt, squeezing your ass as he roughly pulled you towards him, your hands moving to his firm chest.

“Fuck,” you breathe when the kiss ends, his dark, lust-filled eyes meeting yours. You bite your lip, wanting to continue, but Jimin has had enough, and grabs your hand, kissing your lips gently to greet you. Namjoon chuckles as he stands from his seat, walking over to you three. “Have fun, baby girl. Make me proud.”

You feel the heat rush to your cheeks and nod, Jungkook taking your hand in his and giving you a reassuring squeeze.

“Take care of her,” Namjoon’s voice is deep, serious as his jaw gets stiff, eyeing the two younger men who are going to be taking the love of his life away for the day without him to watch after her.

“We swear, we’ll protect her with our lives,” Jimin swears, trying to reassure the older man.

Namjoon’s jaw doesn’t relax. “I want her here by midnight and not a minute later, understood?”

Jungkook and Jimin nod in agreement, releasing you so you can kiss Namjoon. Namjoon wraps his arms around your waist, one hand on your ass, the other holding your chin so he can kiss you as passionately as he wants. Your soft whimpers make him want to keep you for himself instead of letting you go out.

“Call me if you need me, babe,” Namjoon whispers, his forehead resting against hers, his eyes locked in her gaze. Your hand reaches out to stroke his cheek, getting him to release the tension in his jaw. “I’ll be fine.”

Namjoon nods stiffly, his eyes leaving yours to send an icy look at Jimin and Jungkook. “If she uses her safe word, I want her back immediately. Am I clear?”

His voice rings across the apartment. Both men nod and promise that they’ll return you in perfect condition and abide by his rules. Namjoon is hesitant to let you go, but at last, he does, his fingers lingering on your wrist before letting you go fully. With a wave, Jungkook leads you out of the apartment, leaving Namjoon a stressed-out mess.

In the elevator, Jimin’s hands are on your hips, his lips kissing at your neck, making you moan in response, letting his hands wander under your skirt.

You pull apart when the elevator dings open, allowing another passenger to enter. You clear your throat standing in front of Jungkook and Jimin before the passenger gets off three floors later, leaving you three all alone once again.

“Thanks for the pictures and video last night, babe,” Jungkook smirks, his hands coming to rest on your hips, his chin on your shoulder.

“Dammit, Namjoon,” you mutter, causing the boys to chuckle as the elevator finally reaches the lobby, opening up and allowing you to get out. Jungkook pulls the hood of his hoodie over his head, a face mask covering his gorgeous face as Jimin does the same, handing you a mask as well before pulling out a scarf and wrapping it around your head.

There’s a black SUV waiting for the three of you, the driver holding the backdoor open as Jungkook gets in first, followed by you and then Jimin. Jimin puts his seat belt on before helping you with yours as the driver gets back in the driver’s seat

Jungkook places his large palm on your thigh, sliding it under the material of your skirt. You gasp when you feel his cold rings touch your flesh. It makes you shiver when his fingertips touch your lace panties. You don’t make a move to remove his hand, instead; you spread your thighs to further encourage him.

Jimin sighs at the younger man but wraps his arm around your shoulder, his lips brushing kisses against your neck.

“You sure we can’t just go back to your apartment?” you whisper to Jimin, who has his hand on your breast, moaning at your question.

“Baby, please,” Jimin groans in reply as he moves his hands and lips off of your body before smacking Jungkook’s hand. Jungkook curses at him but moves his hand away, regardless.

“We want to take you shopping,” Jimin says, sending you his beautiful bright smile, Jungkook nodding from the seat beside you.

“We’d have more fun in your apartment,” you mutter, crossing your arms under your breasts, pushing them up so both men will look at them.

“I know, but we promised.” Jimin coughs, looking away from your chest to look out the window instead. Jungkook is rubbing his hands up and down his thighs, his ripped jeans clinging to his thick thighs. You bite your lip hoping he’ll let you ride them again later in the day. Your body feels like it’s on fire as you try to control your thoughts, but your arousal is starting to soak your panties and you don’t know if you can make it through the day without fucking one of the men beside you.

You sigh in defeat, knowing both men are right. You bite your lip, looking up towards the driver who has his ears burning red in embarrassment, and it is then you realize he has heard your conversation. Your face flushes with heat as you look towards Jungkook, only to notice his cheeks are crimson.

“God, this is why we do things privately,” Jimin bemoans and you elbow him in the ribs to shut him up watching as he pulls out his wallet and hands the driver a few bills in exchange for his silence.

Your eyes meet Jimin’s, your hand on his thigh as you slowly make your way to his belt, tugging it and biting your lip when his gaze meets yours.

“Baby,” he growls, making your thighs clench in response, but he notices, causing him to bite his lip; his hand running through his hair as he moves away from you. He can feel his hard cock throbbing in his jeans, and he knows he can’t shove it down your throat just yet. You’re driving him insane... all he wants to do is put you on your knees and put your sinful mouth to work on his cock while Jungkook watches.

His tone is enough to have you sitting up in your seat and shutting your mouth. You still want to get down on your knees and suck his soul out of his body, but his tone is his ‘no-nonsense’ tone that can lead to punishment. Instead, you shut your mouth and scoot closer to Jungkook, who’s happy to plant his lips on yours, not caring about Jimin’s small frame steaming next to you.

Jungkook isn’t shy with his pleasurable moans, egging you on to undo your belt and climb onto his lap. Your hips grind on him as his hands disappear under your skirt. Jimin fumes in his seat, hating being the responsible one in this situation.

“Jungkook, quit!” Jimin hisses and Jungkook waves him off quickly before returning his hand to your ass, squeezing it harshly, making you moan lewdly in response.

“Son of a bitch,” Jimin curses to himself, knowing there’s nothing he can do to keep you from grinding on Jungkook’s hard cock on your way to the mall. He thought Namjoon had quenched your pussy before coming out, but apparently, it wasn't enough.

Jimin was glad when the mall came into sight, pinching Jungkook’s bicep to gain his attention.

“What the fuck, Jimin?!” Jungkook yelped, rubbing his arm as he glared daggers at his offender. Jimin rolled his eyes, letting the driver know to drive to the furthest entrance to keep from being seen.

“Where do you want to go first?” Jimin asks as he helps you out of the SUV making sure all your faces were as covered as possible as you walk into the mall. People ignore all of you as you walk into the first store, taking your time to browse the clothing before deciding you don’t like anything.

Jimin takes your hand in his as Jungkook follows both of you, staying a few feet away from you to not draw any attention. You smile at Jimin as widely and innocently as possible before you drag him and Jungkook into a store that sells Kpop merchandise.

Jimin groans, throwing his head back in annoyance as you let his hand go to grab BTS merch.

“Put that back, baby. We can get you all the BTS merch you want,” Jimin huffed in annoyance as you cackled and grabbed more items. Jungkook rolls his eyes but lets you do your thing, only approaching you when you stand at the cashier to pay. He hands the cashier his card before helping you carry your bags as you smile smugly out of the store. Jimin is still perturbed by your actions, but isn’t the least surprised.

“Where to next?” Jungkook asks, beating Jimin in rock-paper-scissors to take your hand. You ponder for a second before your eyes land on a lingerie store that you have been dying to go to. Smiling devilishly at Jungkook, you pull him towards the store bypassing all the people walking by you. You’re a woman on a mission with your eyes set on your destination as you drag a forlorn Jungkook and Jimin behind you. Jimin notices there aren’t that many customers in the store so he goes to approach the manager for a few minutes while you browse the lingerie with Jungkook in tow. Jungkook feigns being bored, but his eyes scan all the lingerie, swallowing harshly as he sees a lace white set that would be perfect on you. He picks it up, showing it to you before pushing you in the direction of the dressing room. You try to protest, but it’s futile against the strong man.

A few minutes later, Jimin pops his head into the dressing room smiling proudly, “take your time, I paid off the owner to shut down the store until we’re done.”

“Jimin!” you gape at the gorgeous man in front of you, pulling him into the dressing room with you by tugging on his shirt. He looked surprised for a second before your lips met his, your back pressed against the mirror as he wraps your legs around his waist. His lips brush against your neck, making you moan his name in response as you tug your tank top off, exposing your bra. He smirks, kissing down your neck to your cleavage, his hand undoing the clasp.

“Baby, please,” Jimin whines, making you smirk.

“Shh,” you hush him as you cling to his shoulders, running your hands down his back to leave your pink marks on his skin. He groans in response, his cock twitching in his pants as you moan his name. Your body is fueled with a desire for Jimin, your sexual appetite not satisfied by your morning romp with Namjoon.

“Jimin,” you whine as your bra falls down into your arms before you toss it to the small bench in the dressing room. His plump lips make you feel like your body is on fire as he kisses your neck and makes his way to your exposed tits. You weave your fingers in his hair, moaning when his tongue licks your hardened nipple, and your back arches into him.

All sane thoughts leave your head as you relish the feeling of Jimin’s tongue on your burning skin. Your soft moans fill the small room, the curtain not doing much to muffle your sweet moans.

“Jimin,” you gasp as he pulls on your nipple, harsher than intended, making your pussy clench around nothing.

“Fuck, baby. you’re driving me crazy,” Jimin groans in response, his hands kneading your breasts before he pulls your black skirt down, allowing it to pool at your feet.

“Jimin, we’ll get caught,” you protest, but Jimin shushes you with his lips, his hands on your hips as his tongue slides past your parted lips.

“I paid off the owner.” he reminds you. “We’re fine, baby girl.”

“Fuck,” You moan, enjoying the way Jimin’s hands are exploring your body, familiarizing himself with it once again. Jimin toys with the waistband of your panties, his fingertips brushing against the wetness that’s soaked through and smirking before his hands are moving upward again. Jimin decides to leave you clad in just panties for now.

“You look so fucking good, princess,” Jimin moans, kissing your lips once again, his smooth hands running up and down your thighs making you keen into his touch.

“Jimin,” You moan, feeling his plump lips on your neck as his hands slide down your body to rub at your wet folds, forgetting where you are at.

“Let me suck your dick,” you pout before dropping to your knees, pulling on his black leather belt before undoing it and his pants’ button then pulling down the zipper. You tug his pants down, letting them pool around his ankles before biting your lip at his tight boxer briefs that hugged his frame perfectly.

“______,” he breathes before giving in and letting you pull his snug boxers down his perfect thighs, letting them pool at his ankles as well.

“Yum.” you chirp stroking Jimin’s hard cock in your hand, spitting on his cock to make it easier for you to stroke him with your spit, mixing it with his pre-cum.

A deep, guttural moan leaves his lips, making your pussy clench in response as you imagine him filling you once again.

Your tongue licks a stripe up his cock from base to tip making Jimin moan lustfully. You can’t help but slowly swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, your lips slowly taking him in your mouth. His hands are laced in your hair as he pulls you further down his thick cock.

“Come on, baby girl, don’t fucking tease me! This might be the only day I get to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

With that said, you take him in your mouth, loving the way his thick cock feels in your hot mouth. You swirl your tongue along his length, letting him hit the back of your throat before relaxing and swallowing around him.

His groans encourage you to keep going, your head bobbing up and down his cock, the head hitting the back of your throat before you swallow, making him shudder. His cock is covered in your spit, his heart is racing in his chest as he pulls your mouth down his length, holding you in place for a few seconds.

“Jimin,” you gasp seconds before you’re choking on his dick again, his hand gripping your hair tightly as he makes you choke on his thick, pulsing cock.

“What the fuck are you guys doing?” Jungkook pokes his head into the dressing room after waiting outside for a while.

“Jimin, the fuck?” He chokes out as he sees you taking Jimin’s cock down your throat as you kneel before him in just your panties.

“We’re fine, I paid off the owner,” Jimin grunts in response to Jungkook, who is still in shock.

“Shut the curtain,” Jimin demands, making the younger man step inside and shut the curtain after him. He remains silent as he watches you suck Jimin’s cock fervently, not deterred by his sudden appearance.

“Fuck, baby girl you take my cock so well!” Jimin groans, eyes shut as his fingers tighten on your hair, your scalp burning at the grip but it just spurs you on to take his hard cock further down your throat, swallowing to make his knees quiver. His sweet curses fill the small room, Jungkook’s cock hardening in response as he watches you take Jimin’s dick like a champ.

Jungkook moves to sit on the small bench, his jeans feeling extremely tight on his body, his head lolling back as the sound of you slurping Jimin’s cock fills his ears, making him groan in response. He unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the zipper down as he forces his eyes to remain open to watch you deep throat Jimin naked.

Jungkook wants a turn, but he settles for watching you deep throat Jimin’s cock, both of you growing sweaty as you continue your efforts to please his elder. He loves hearing you gag on his cock, pulling off to cough or to catch your breath before eagerly going back to wrap your pretty lips around the head again. He hopes you'll suck him off with as much fervor as Jimin.

“Fuck baby girl!” Jimin exclaims, making Jungkook buck his hips upwards as Jimin takes his erection out of your pretty little mouth and smacks his cock on your cheek before shoving it back in your mouth, making you gag. Tears pool at your eyes before they fall down your flushed cheeks.

“You’re so good, babe. You take this fucking dick so well,” Jimin grunts, eyes fluttering close as he revels in the feeling of your throat.

You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head up and down his throbbing length, letting his moans and groans spur you on as you suckle his cock, taking him deep in your throat while breathing through your nose. Your nose settles in the soft hairs of his pubic bone before you retreat gasping for air.

“Let me fuck you,” Jimin groans as he pulls you off his cock by your hair held tightly in his hand. He pulls you off your knees until you’re standing before him as Jungkook watches on curiously.

“You’re such a good girl, babe. Let me fuck you,” Jimin states. You nod in agreement quickly as Jimin runs his hand up and down your body, his fingers playing with the hem of your lace panties before he pulls them down your thighs exposing your cunt. You flush with heat, allowing him to take your panties off fully; you hold his shoulder as you daintily step out of them before he throws them to Jungkook. Jungkook catches them in his hand, taking his hard cock out of the confines of his pants and boxers, using the sodden panties to jerk off into, moaning at the feel of your juices on the panties.

“Jungkook,” you whimper as your eyes catch him wrapping your soaked panties wrapped around his erection while Jimin pushes you up against the wall, his lips planting kisses on your neck. You moan in return to spur him on. Your body feels like it's blazing. Jimin’s lips ignite a fire within you that only he can quench as he grips your hips, his plump lips meeting yours. You feel his eager lips on yours, his tongue poking at the seam of your lips asking for entrance, which you eagerly grant him. His warm tongue makes your body tingle in response.

You feel your back hit the wall, the cool surface sending a shiver down your spine as Jimin’s lips meet yours in a fervent kiss, his hands running up and down your side before he taps your thigh to get you to spread your legs. You're almost embarrassed by how wet you’ve become from sucking his cock, but all that is forgotten the second his two fingers are running over your wet folds, making you groan.

“You like that, baby? Like my fingers on your wet cunt?” Jimin asks, smirking proudly as he sinks his fingers into your entrance, making you moan his name huskily as he curls them, your walls tightening around them.

“Jimin,” you breathe satisfied as his fingers hit all the right spots, your own hands cupping your breasts as Jimin brings his lips to your neck, making sure he doesn’t leave any marks for Namjoon to find later on. Jungkook sits in his spot, jerking his cock as Jimin removes his fingers, sucking them clean before Jungkook hands him a condom that he rolls on effortlessly. He pins you to the wall, admiring the way your chest heaves up and down. Your lust-filled eyes meet his, waiting for him to make his move, his hands coming to grip your thighs to lift you. Your legs encircle his waist easily as you’re pinned between his sexy body and the cold wall.

Never in a million years did you imagine Jimin pinning you to a dressing room wall, his cock inches from penetrating your pulsing, soaked pussy. You were looking forward to being filled by his fat cock.

“Babe, are you ready?” Jimin huffs, his hand coming to push back his sweat-damp hair, making you bite your lip as you nod your consent. Jimin grasps his hard cock in his hand, the head rubbing up and down your wet slit teasingly, he smirks up at you behind his bangs.

“Jimin, please,” you whine, making him and Jungkook chuckle before he thrusts into you, making you keen obscenely. You don’t care who can hear you as Jimin sinks his throbbing cock to the hilt, leaving you feeling so full. A moan of his name leaves your lips like a curse, his hips meeting yours as he thrusts into you, your name escaping his lips repeatedly in gentle cries. Your clenching pussy makes him shudder as he revels in the feeling of your warmth.

Jungkook watches on, the head of his cock leaking pre-cum as your panties move up and down his length as he waits for his turn to bury his cock deep inside you. He watches Jimin intently, wanting to pick up any last-minute pointers before he has his turn to bury his thick, long cock in that sweet cunt that has him reminiscing about the last time he fucked you; no other girl compares to you.

The second Jimin is sheathed in your warm cunt, he has to keep from filling the condom with his seed; you feel so fucking good. His head is swimming in thoughts about the last time he got to fuck you, wanting nothing more than his hot cum filling you, making your body swell with his perfect seed. He grunts at the thought, knowing Namjoon would never allow it; but the thought is enough to have his cock twitching in your tight cunt.

“_____,” he moans gruffly, his hips already stuttering as you feel him clutch your hips tighter with his beautiful hands. You arch your back further, your ass meeting his cock thrust for thrust, enjoying the sensation as his forefinger rubs your aching, throbbing clit to help you reach your orgasm. He feels too good, your senses growing numb as your breath hitches in your throat; orgasm building as your moans fill the small dressing room. You’re calling out Jimin’s name as loudly as possible, his cock reaching every spot it needs to inside you, making you tighten around him as the knot in your stomach becomes undone.

“Jimin! Jimin!” You cry repeatedly as your orgasm crashes over you, pussy tightening around his hard cock, coaxing his orgasm out of his body with a deep guttural moan of your name from his plump lips.

On the bench, Jungkook is moaning your name over and over again as he cums into your panties, leaving them useless to you as Jimin fills the condom with his seed before pulling out of your cunt leaving you both panting, hot mess.

The dressing room feels stuffy, reeking of sex and sweat. To the side, Jungkook is wiping his cum with your panties, smiling sheepishly, cheeks tinted pink when he catches your gaze.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, his face burning as you giggle at him before grabbing your clothing and throwing it back on. You grab your items and head back into the store, taking your time to admire the different types of lingerie, allowing Jungkook and Jimin to choose a few pieces they would like to see you wear for them.

Jungkook walks beside you, his large hand resting on your hip as you look at all the different types of panties, your hands feeling the different materials before picking your favorites to hand off to Jungkook to hold in his free hand. His lips brush against the column of your neck now and then, feeling elated to be near you without Namjoon hovering over the three of you.

“Let me eat you out, baby,” Jungkook whines, his hips pressing into your ass as you lean over the table to grab a pair of black lace panties.

“Jeon,” you scold him as your eyes dart around your surroundings, but Jimin is the only one present on the floor and he’s too busy looking for a teddy in your size to pay attention to Jungkook’s antics.

“Please,” he whines again, his hand squeezing your hip before moving up to cup your breast, pushing the bra cup down to give your nipple a harsh pinch.

“Kookie, please,” you moan, loving the feeling of his hands on you but knowing it would be best to behave, especially since you had already gotten carried away in the car on the way to the mall.

“Did you get everything you wanted, doll?” Jimin asks with his arms full of different types of lingerie with a smirk and sparkling eyes. Jungkook smiles at Jimin, walking away to grab a few pieces he wanted to see you in before he met you and Jimin at the register. Jimin made sure his face was hidden under his mask and sunglasses as he paid, thanking the owner for shutting down the store for him. He carried your bags while Jungkook held your hand as you led them to the next store.

Jimin hands your shopping bags to Jungkook before he steals you away to a rack holding several skirts, picking a handful for you to try on. While you’re in the dressing room trying on your skirts, you bend over in front of the mirror, taking a picture of your pussy peeking out from under the skirt, and sending it to your group chat.

Daddy [1:58 pm] Where are your panties, little one?

You reply quickly, filling in your daddy on your adventures so far.

You step out holding your skirts only to see Jimin biting his lip as he looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on your thighs.

“Really, doll? You had to send that?” his husky voice has your stomach pooling with heat as you walk past him, swaying your hips more than necessary.

Jungkook isn’t faring much better as he’s blatantly staring down at his phone, not bothering to look up as you walk past him to look at the rest of the clothing racks. Instead, this time, it’s Jimin who can’t keep his hands off you, playing the part of the handsy boyfriend as he whispers salacious things in your ear, his plump lips brushing against the flesh of your neck, nipping lightly.

“Jimin,” you groan as you try to look through the clothing, a fairly simple task if you didn’t have Jimin trying to slide his fingers under your skirt.

You elbow him, making him grunt in pain as you walk away from him towards a different rack of clothing. You pick out a couple of items before grabbing Jungkook’s hand to drag him to the cash register. He pays for your items, kissing you on the lips before carrying your items in one hand, the veins of his arm becoming more prominent before he takes your hand in his to lead you out of the store. You’re sure Jimin follows you as Jungkook takes you to a video game store nearby, your attention drawn to a few games while Jungkook picks out a few things.

“Do you want to get something to eat now or later?” Jimin asks as he comes up to you while Jungkook stares at a wall full of video games, most of which he already owns.

“Later,” you answer, wrapping your arms around his neck before you feel his lips meet yours. You allow him to kiss you for a few minutes before you remember you’re in public and that it doesn’t take much to rile him up and have him on you against a wall before burying himself deep inside you.

“Jimin,” you breathe, chest heaving up and down as you try to catch your breath.

“Yes, love?”

“Did you guys get a room?” you ask, biting your lip, as the questions leave your lips, earning a bright smirk from Jimin.

“Perhaps we did.” Jimin shrugs, feigning indifference.

“Jimin!” you cry in frustration, wanting nothing more than to climb onto his lap and make out with him, but unfortunately you can’t, seeing as you’re still in public. You see Jungkook paying for his items before walking over to him, curling up to his side, knowing he would easily give in to you.

“Jungkook,” you whine softly, lips in a pout as his dark brown eyes meet yours.

“Yes, baby?”

“I wanna go to the hotel,” you respond, eyes trying to portray your fake innocence to try to get your way. Jungkook looks over his shoulder to see Jimin shaking his head, suppressing a laugh.

“We can leave the mall, but we have a surprise for you,” Jungkook informs you, making your face light up as you get excited. You loved surprises.

“Shall we take her, Jimin?” Jungkook asks as he shoves his receipt in his bag before taking your hand and shoving your shopping bags in Jimin’s hands as he leads you towards an exit. Jimin struggled to call the driver with his loaded hands. Jungkook doesn’t bother to help Jimin, seeing as Jimin already had his turn to bury his cock inside you, and he could admit he was jealous. As much as he enjoyed jerking off into your panties, your warm, wet pussy had more of an allure.

You follow both men to your car, making sure to flash both men when you climb into the SUV. Jungkook curses as he climbs in after you, his hand on your thigh squeezing it before his lips trail kisses from your neck up to your jaw before his lips meet yours.

Your hands go from his broad shoulders down to his lap where his cock is easily hardening under your touch. You moan his name as your hand rubs his erection through his pants, breath hitching in his throat as he groans so deeply it resonates in your body as you undo his pants. Jimin doesn’t get the chance to protest as you move from your seat to your knees, shamelessly pulling out Jungkook's cock, wrapping your lips around it startling Jimin and your driver.

You don’t care about the audience as you slurp up his cock, moans reverberating against his length as you bob your head up and down, thanking your lucky stars for his stamina. Jungkook’s hand is gripping your hair tightly as he urges you to take him deep in your throat, not caring about how your gagging can be heard by the driver. Jungkook moans your name, encouraging you to keep going as Jimin’s cheeks flush cardinal.

It’s not too long before the driver has stopped in front of your hotel hoping the three of you will take your belongings despite him enjoying the show you had put on for him and Jimin. With one last teasing lick that has Jungkook bucking his hips upward, you plant a kiss on the head of his cock before tucking him back into his pants. Jungkook pouts, making your lips rise in a cocky smile as you climb over him to get out of the car quickly.

You bypass everyone with Jimin covered up with a hoodie and face mask as he presses the button to call for the elevator. He’s sure to keep his gaze downcast as the elevator arrives, the doors opening to allow the two of you in. He places all your bags on the floor before turning around, his arms wrapped around your waist as the doors shut, his body pressing yours against the back wall.

“Jungkook will catch up,” he assures you, as his lips brush against yours once he pulls down his face mask. You lose yourself to the kiss, the feeling of his hands squeezing your hips have you wanting more of him and his touch.

“Baby,” you moan, careful to avoid saying his name due to the camera present in the elevator, your hands aching to slip under his clothing to feel the ripples of his abs.

“Almost, darling,” he murmurs against your lips as he pulls you closer, his forehead resting against yours as he hears the elevator arrive on the top floor. He gathers your bags in one hand before the other laces his fingers with yours to lead you to your suite for the night. You allow him to lead you, sliding your hand into his jeans pocket to retrieve his wallet to take the key card out before putting it back.

As soon as the door opens, you walk inside, allowing Jimin to come in and set your bags down in the room's corner before you jump him. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling his lips down to meet yours, effectively catching him off guard as his arms wrap around your waist. He chuckles, breaking the kiss. “Woah! Slow down, baby!”

“I’ve missed you,” you admit bashfully as you allow him to lead you over to the couch before he pulls you onto his lap, his arms wrapped around your middle.

“I missed you, too. It was such an unbearable tour without you there.” Jimin nuzzles his nose on your neck making you giggle.

“I would have visited, but I almost got caught last time. It’s safer for me to stay here,” you sigh before you stroke his hair as his hand rubs your bare thigh. You enjoy the moment before the door opens once again to reveal Jungkook looking flustered as he takes a seat beside Jimin so he can still reach you.

“Had to pay the driver a little extra for her antics,” Jungkook chuckles, making your cheeks surge with heat.

“I couldn’t wait.” you shrug as you wiggle on Jimin’s lap until you’re able to place your legs over Jungkook’s thighs. His hand rubs your leg softly before you lean over to press your lips against his briefly before you feel Jimin move your hair over your right shoulder to have access to your neck. Jungkook’s touch is no longer innocent as his hand pushes your thighs apart so he can feel how wet you are.

“Take your top off,” Jungkook growls as he eyes your breasts squeezed into your shirt aching to be released. Jimin doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he’s pulling it over your head to throw on the floor, your bra joining it soon after. Jimin moves so you’re no longer on his lap but on the couch as he moves you between his thighs as Jungkook gets on the floor, spreading your legs. He licks his lips, your pussy glistening with your arousal as his hands move your skirt up so he can admire you better.

“She looks delectable.” Jungkook meets Jimin’s fiery, piercing gaze as Jungkook smirks before his finger runs up and down your folds, making you moan, head falling back onto Jimin’s shoulder.

“Don’t tease me, Jungkook. Please, I’ve been so good for you,” you plead as your eyes flutter shut, your hand clutching Jimin’s thigh. 

“She has been good, Kookie,” Jimin agrees, making you keen as you stroke his muscular thigh in gratefulness. Your body burns with desire, your body wanting to be filled with pleasure as Jungkook takes a second before his finger slowly pushes against your entrance, your warmth enveloping his finger.

“Fuck, you’re just sucking it right up,” he notes as he slides it in and out before adding a second finger, your back arching as you fight the urge to squeeze him between your thighs, although you're sure he’d like that.

“Kook!” you moan as you arch your back for him, he chuckles in response as he smirks down at you, you’re sucking up both his fingers, keening for him as you become lost in your lust, moaning his name and begging him for more.

Jungkook placed a kiss on your thigh, his teeth nibbling it. You gasp in surprise as his tongue poked between his lips to soothe the pain. Jimin moved closer to you, his lips meeting yours, his tongue tangling with yours as his hands grabbed your tits. You moaned into the kiss lewdly, garnering Jungkook’s attention for a moment as he flattens his tongue to lick a solid stripe up your wet folds. You moaned his name. Jimin grunts in response as he cupped your face to pull you closer. Your body is heated, a sheen of sweat covering your skin as you place your hand on Jimin’s chest, letting it move down until you’re gripping his hard cock through his jeans.

“Fuck, _______. You have no idea how bad I want to bury my fucking cock inside your tight cunt,” Jimin groans as his lips plant kisses on the column of your neck, nipping it as you unbutton his pants. Jungkook continues to fuck you with his fingers, his tongue swirling around your clit repeatedly as your arousal soaks his hand.

“Jimin,” you moan as you finally release his cock from the confines of his pants and boxers, the head dripping with pre-cum. He hisses when you stroke him, rubbing the pre-cum down his length. Jungkook rolls his eyes, spreading your lips as he removes his fingers to fuck his tongue into you before he pops his fingers into his mouth to suck them clean. You fight the urge to clamp your thighs around his head, your legs draped lazily on his broad, muscular shoulders. His lips glisten with your wetness, your stomach pooling with arousal as you beg him to continue.

Jungkook adjusts you so that you’re lying on your side, your lips wrapped around Jimin’s cock while your legs are spread open for Jungkook to continue to eat you out. Jimin is stroking your hair softly, his mewls egging you on as you hollow out your cheeks, his cock brushing the back of your throat. You slurp, making his eyes roll back as Jungkook makes you moan right after. Your thighs tremble, whimpers escaping your lips as you bob your head up and down Jimin’s cock. Jimin lets his head fall back on the couch, his thighs clenched as he resists the urge to fuck into you. You’re bobbing your head up and down faster, the sound of you gagging on his cock has both men’s cocks throbbing. You swirl your tongue around the head, coating your taste buds in pre-cum as you suck on the head to tease him, your tongue licking his slit.

“Fuck, baby!” Jimin cries out, balls tightening and his abs as he fights the urge to cum down your fucking throat. He has you pull off his cock with a lewd pop, both of you flustered and sweating. Jimin kisses you, his tongue tangling with yours as he tastes himself on your lips. Jungkook’s tongue licks up your folds, sucking your clit as you moan for him, feeling your body clench as you arch slightly as an orgasm washes over you. Jungkook is relentless as he licks you clean, his shining lips on display as he rises from between your thighs with a smirk.

Jungkook pulls you onto his lap, his lips capturing yours as he has you straddle him. Jimin watches on, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it lazily as he watches Jungkook grind you down on his cock.

“Tell us what you want, baby,” Jimin states, his hooded eyes fixated on the way Jungkook is palming your ass, his lips sucking and nipping on your neck. Your hands reach out to undress him, his protesting whines swallowed by your lips as you kiss him until he’s undressed.

“I want you both,” you state honestly, your hand moving down to rub your clit, not able to help yourself as you moan. Your head lies on Jungkook’s shoulder, your whimpered cries making his cock stir, his hand wrapped around it. You’ve got both men at your mercy, your dripping pussy aching to be filled by their cocks. Their names roll off your tongue easily, your heated skin perspiring as Jungkook pulls your skirt down your legs to toss it to the side.

“Let’s get her to the bed, Kook,” Jungkook nods at his elder’s words, picking you up to carry you to the bed, where he lays you down carefully.

Jimin’s tongue sweeps across his bottom lip, his gaze fixated on you and Jungkook making out on the bed, hands exploring each other as moans fill the room. Jimin takes a seat on the edge of the bed, watching intently with a smirk on his lips as Jungkook pulls you to the top of the bed, your head nestled on a pillow as he kisses down your body.

Jungkook can’t help but mark your body, nipping at your hips until they bloom in color for him, a satisfied smirk grazing his lips.

“Let me suck you off,” you beg. Jungkook swallows thickly, knowing he probably won’t last long if you suck him off. He’d rather bury his cock inside you.

Jungkook looks at Jimin, doe-eyes wide and pleading with his elder for an answer. Jimin chuckles, his obsidian eyes glinting with mischief as he looks at you before looking at Jungkook. “Fuck her first, Kookie. Then you can fuck her face when you cum.”

Jungkook nods eagerly, appeased by Jimin’s solution as he has Jimin hand him a condom. Jungkook doesn’t waste time ripping open the packet, rolling the condom down his length before rubbing himself on your slick folds to lubricate himself further before pushing into you. You moan his name, your nails digging into his tan skin, his grunts making you melt under him.

Jungkook groans, hands on your hips as he sets a steady pace. You moan his name, euphoria washing over you as he fucks into your wet cunt.

Your moans spur him on, his abs tightening as he throws your legs over his shoulder. Your cunt pulsates around him, wet and warm. His head lolls back, dulcet moans escaping his pretty pink lips as he thanks Jimin for letting him fuck you first.

“How does she feel, Kook?” Jimin asks with a smug grin on his lips.

“Fucking amazing,” Jungkook groans, his sweat-slicked hair clinging to his forehead as his cock stretches your wet cunt. You dig your nails into his back, his name on your lips as he fucks you deeper.

Moans escape the both of you as Jimin watches on, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself. Jungkook kisses your neck, moans of your name mixing with curses from Jimin as Jungkook fucks into you harder, deeper. He fills every inch of you, his hips slapping against your ass as he holds you close.

“Fuck.” Jimin slows his pace, edging himself as he watches Jungkook thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. The obscene sounds of your coupling almost make him blush. He bites his bottom lip, his hand reaching out to move your hair out of your face. Your hand grabs his wrist, your lips wrapping around two of his fingers, your tongue swirling around them, suckling them before releasing him.

Jungkook chuckles, lifting you into his lap. “Ride me, babe.” You nod, your breath is ragged as he helps you bounce on his cock before you slow, grinding down on him. His lips are on your chest in an instant. He cups your breasts, his lips wrapping around a pert nipple as his hand moves down to spank you. He grabs a handful of your ass, giving it a hard squeeze as your hand moves between your bodies, rubbing at your clit. You feel a fire burn deep inside you, your body tingling as your moans grow an octave higher. You cry out Jungkook’s name, repeating it like a mantra as your cunt tightens around his cock, his soft curses filling the air between you.

“Make her cum, Kook,” Jimin says, his hooded eyes focused on the both of you as you kiss Jungkook sloppily.

“So close,” Jungkook utters, his body sweating and hot as he thrusts upwards into you. You feel your orgasm take over you, your body falling into a euphoric wave that has you trembling on Jungkook’s cock. He holds you, his forehead planted on your shoulder, broken cries of your name tumbling from his lips as his cock releases into the condom.

He pants, falling limp onto the bed as you cling to him, not caring how sweaty you are. You stick together; you cringe inwardly but push past it as Jungkook strokes your hair, planting kisses on your face before he hands you off to Jimin, who welcomes you with open arms.

Jungkook smiles warmly at the two of you, his chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath.

“How are you feeling, love?” Jimin’s soft tone has you melting as he pulls you into his lap, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes locked on you.

You snuggle into his chest, pressing featherlight kisses on it before you’re moving down his body, lingering on his abs for a moment before your lips are wrapped around his cock. Jimin cusses, head spinning from the amount of pleasure coursing through his body.

“Please let me fuck you.” you pull off his cock with a pop before you kiss him. You nod with enthusiasm, Jiming helping you climb onto his lap. You grab his cock, teasing it by rubbing it on your clit before sinking on him.

“_____, fuck,” Jimin is losing himself to the feeling of you riding his cock raw. His lips meet yours in a passionate kiss that has your toes curling as your arms wrap around his neck, pushing your chests together.

Jimin kisses your neck, his plush lips marking your skin despite knowing better. You feel like heaven wrapped around his cock, your arousal allowing him to glide smoothly. Your nails dig into his back, your soft moans mixing as you ride him. His hands grip your ass, squeezing as his lips meet yours in a sloppy kiss, tongues intertwined.

Jungkook’s teeth sink into his bottom lip, a groan escaping him anyway as he watches Jimin’s cock fuck in and out of you. Jimin’s head lolls back, his neck exposed for your lips to leave their mark on his skin, something you take complete advantage of.

Jimin makes eye contact with Jungkook. His hooded eyes make Jungkook squirm, his hand faltering as he strokes his cock.

“See something you like, Kook?” Jimin’s tone has Jungkook melting into a puddle, barely managing to nod his head, his throat constricting, leaving him unable to speak.

“I asked you a question, Jungkook.” Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“Yes, I see something I like.”

“That’s what I thought,” Jimin smirks, his attention turning back to you. “Why don’t you get behind her, slide your cock in with mine?”

Jungkook nods. “Yes.”

Jimin grins, his hand sliding between your body and his. You gasp when his fingertips brush your clit, your thighs trembling as you hold him closer, your fingers lacing in his hair.

Jungkook moves behind you as Jimin slows his pace. You feel the warmth of Kook’s hands, a tingle running down your spine as you feel his index finger slide into you. A curse escapes you. Your forehead meets Jimin’s shoulder as his plump lips kiss the top of your head. His soft voice reassures you that if you need them to stop, all you need to do is say so.

“I’m okay,” you assure him, feeling Jungkook push in a second finger. You were used to being stretched to impeccable lengths because of Namjoon. Double penetration like this wasn’t new to you, and although it was your first time with both men, you knew you could handle it. Jungkook was cautious, his fingers moving slowly to match Jimin’s pace before his other hand reached out to grab the lube that sat nearby.

Jungkook and Jimin listened to every sound you made, searching for any sign of discomfort.

“I’m fine.” you smiled softly, your lips pressing against Jimin’s as Jungkook slid in a third finger. His lips pressed kisses on your shoulder, down your spine, unphased by feeling Jimin’s bare cock against his fingers. Unbeknownst to you, this wasn’t the first time the two of them had been this close with a woman.

“Think you can handle it?” Jimin whispers, pulling out of you to allow Jungkook to push into you, figuring it’d be easier on you for him to slide back in after.

“Yes, Jimin.” you try to keep your tone neutral, but you accidentally roll your eyes at him. Jimin’s gaze hardens, his hand coming down on your ass as you apologize.

“Let us know if you need us to stop,” Jungkook states as he pushes into you with caution, his large hands on your hips as he bottoms out. He holds you steady while Jimin pushes in after him, your breath hitching in your throat as your cunt welcomes the stretch. Your nails dig into Jimin’s skin, leaving crescents on him. Jimin bites back the hiss that threatens to escape as he looks over your shoulder to see Jungkook with his eyes closed, his lips parted as moans spill from his lips.

“Feels so good,” Jungkook grunts, his hair sticking to his forehead as sweat beads on his skin. His body is overwhelmed with pleasure, his heated skin pressing against yours as he slowly fucks into you. Incoherent cries leave your lips, begging both men to fuck you.

Jimin doesn’t need to be told twice as he thrusts into you, Jungkook following his lead until the two find a rhythm that works for you. You can feel tears running down your cheeks as you’re overcome with pleasure, feeling your stomach bulging slightly from both cocks fucking you. You sink your teeth into Jimin’s shoulder, your tears wetting his skin as both of them hold you. Your toes curl a broken cry of their names filling the space between you. They feel you tighten on their cocks, making it hard for them to continue fucking you. Jungkook can feel his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His grip on your hips loosens as he cries out in pleasure, his abdomen tightening as he cums one more time.

“Baby,” Jimin gasps, feeling Jungkook cum inside you, making it easier for Jimin to slide in and out of you a couple more times before he fills you with his cum. Jimin holds you and Jungkook, grunting as his breathing becomes erratic, eyes fluttering shut as he moans for you both. Jimin holds the two of you close, his hips bucking upward into you. “Ah, fuck. Jungkook, _____. Fuck.”

Jungkook finds himself blushing, swallowing thickly as he tries to keep his weight off the both of you, his arms trembling from holding himself up before he pulls his cock out of you and lays spent on the bed. Jimin follows suit, helping you lay on the bed between them. You can feel their cum spill out of you, but you’re too spent to care.

“Fuck,” Jimin smiles, his pretty eyes twinkling as he stares up at the ceiling. Jungkook echoes his elder’s sentiment, rolling on his side to look at the two of you, a small grin tugging at his lips as his hand comes to rest on your hip.

“So tired,” you mumble weakly. Jimin chuckles, pecking your cheek as he gets off the bed to start the shower.

“Are you feeling okay? We weren’t too rough, right?” Jungkook’s concerned tone makes you smile, shaking your head to reassure him that you're fine. Your hand caresses his cheek, his head moving to fall into your soft touch.

“Shower’s ready,” Jimin calls from the bathroom as Jungkook helps you stand, your legs wobbling comically as he wraps a strong arm around your waist to support you as he leads you to the bathroom. Both men help you shower, washing your hair and body for you before washing themselves.

When you head back to the bed, the sheets have been stripped and replaced. Your dinner is waiting for the three of you as you take a seat in between them.

You wish you had more time to spend with them as they glance at each other; you know they wish the same but you all know this little arrangement you had was all because of Namjoon and as much as you loved both men in front of you, your heart truly belonged to him.

Jimin has you all get in bed after dinner, a movie playing in the background as the three of you cuddle together, your hand laced with both of them until you eventually fall asleep. Soft snores escape your lips, your arm draped over your eyes as you sleep soundly.

Jungkook watches you for a long while before carefully getting out of bed, double-checking to make sure he hasn’t woken you as he grabs a flute of champagne and heads out to the balcony. The night chill sends a shiver down his spine as he takes in the nighttime view of the city. He takes a sip of his champagne, not caring too much for the taste but yearning for a distraction from the sinking feeling in his stomach.

Jimin joins him, not saying a word as he places his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. Jimin has an inkling as to what has Kook out of sorts, but remains silent as he sips his drink.

“It gets harder every time,” Jungkook admits in a quiet tone. Jimin is surprised he’s even heard him. “I hate leaving her every damn time we have to go away, and she’s not even mine. I’m supposed to be grateful for the half-day I get to spend with her. As if it doesn’t kill me to see her run back into his arms, as if my heart doesn’t break every time I see the way she looks at him.”

Jimin is speechless. He didn’t think the younger man felt like this. He knew what this was. They both did. Where was this coming from? Had he always felt this way, or was this a new development?

Jungkook finished his drink, poking his head inside to grab the bottle and to make sure you were still sound asleep; you were.

“Jungkook-”

“Don’t,” Jungkook interrupts, taking a drink straight from the bottle. Under different circumstances, Jimin would be proud, but right now, he was concerned. “Just... just forget I said anything, okay?”

“Jungkook, I-”

“Just leave it be, Jimin. Leave it be.”

Namjoon paces back and forth as the clock strikes midnight. He bites his bottom lip, eyes on the door as he waits for it to open. It doesn’t.

“I said midnight,” he huffs as the minute hands move and the door finally opens. Namjoon sighs in relief as he pulls you into a hug.

“I missed you,” he says as he kisses your forehead, moving you back to make sure you’re in one piece. You assure him you're fine as Jungkook and Jimin linger in the doorway with your shopping bags.

They set them in the living room before Namjoon has you tell them goodnight, informing you he’ll be waiting for you in his bedroom. You nod, watching him leave before you approach Jimin.

“Thank you for today, I had so much fun,” Jimin smiles, his eyes sparkling with happiness as he tells you he did as well before he presses a kiss to your cheek and wishes you a goodnight. He steps out of the apartment and you follow him and Jungkook into the hallway.

Jungkook gives Jimin a pointed look and Jimin hesitates to leave, but does so. He shakes his head as he heads to his apartment, sending the two of you one last look of concern. Jungkook waits for the door to shut before he turns to you, his hand cupping your cheek. His lips brush against yours softly, his other hand finding its place on your waist. He sighs deeply when the kiss ends. His heart feels like it’s breaking as his lips kiss your forehead, his hand on the nape of your neck. Your hands grip his shirt in fists, not sure what’s going on.

When Jungkook steps back, you notice the tears in his eyes.

“Jungkook-” he shakes his head with a forced laugh. He looks up at the ceiling, tears streaming down his cheeks. Your heart aches for him, you step forward to comfort him, to ask him what’s wrong, but he steps away from you.

“I’m fine.” he smiles as he sniffles. Jungkook knows better than to ruin whatever you have going with Namjoon, and no matter how much he yearns to be with you, he could never stand in between the two of you. With a heavy heart and tear streaks on his cheeks, Jungkook swallows the knot in his throat as his eyes meet yours.

“Goodnight, love.”

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Yet another pile of sketches to dump into the endless WIP void

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in another world, i am yours (in collaboration with @inoreuct)

There’s no polite or simple way to put it – and it sure as hell was not gonna be taken lightly by the swordsman who hasn’t said a single word since Sanji finished. His crewmate – his nakama – was suddenly whisked away and replaced by a man who looked like him but was inexplicably not him. Sanji would be pissed too. Sanji switches places with a man who plays him in a TV show about his crew. Both of them discover many things about themselves and their relationship with a certain mosshead in the process.

IT'S HERE IT'S HERE IT'S HERE !! IT'S FINALLY HERE EVERYONE ! Y'all have NO IDEA what ino and i have gone through to get this to you guys before christmas. Sleepless nights, endless brainstorming in tumblr DMs, formatting issues, and last minute touch-ups because the two idiots we decided to write for are maniacs — you name it, we've been through it honey.

This fic was a dream of mine. From a discarded wip pile in another fandom, to me randomly messaging ino out of nowhere to help me with this project, it's more than I ever imagined it would be. It's even better. I'm so so so proud of us for making it through and creating something we both can look back on and think "oh fuck. we did THAT"

I want to thank Ino for being my rock and source of inspiration since I entered the zosan community. I'm grateful to have found a friend who loves these two knuckleheads as much as I do — and one who was willing to write a whole fic with me! I hope this won't be our last collab (but pls... let us have a break... we need it HAHAH)

Enjoy this massive piece and happy holidays everyone ^_^

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long time no wip wednesday!

thank you for the tag @dandelion-bride and also @lamortwrites 100 years ago when i didn't respond!! i have been so busy but i wrote a LITTLE i swear

But this season the snow piled unmelting in mammoth lumps that might have hidden beasts, the dry thick layers moving in great drifts with the wind to block doors and roadways and fields. The snow did not glow with the brilliant reflection of the sun, the way it might have on a clear day. The gray haze still hung in the air and left the sun an orange disk, and so the dim gray of the sky complimented the pale gray of the snow, and for a moment Gale could believe there was no city at all, only the endless blanketing weight of the snow and the air and the silence in every direction. Even in the fortress it grew cold, and Enver would refill the coal stove in the laboratory in the early mornings. He had explained with bubbling newness the density of energy in the chunk of coal pinched between his thumb and two thick fingers: the carbon packed tightly into it, compressed over millennia, the pressed corpses of the forests that had dotted this landscape before man had ever come into being. The streaks of black dust darkened Enver’s fingertips and palms against the scarlet glow of blessed heat as he knelt at the belly of the stove.

and under the cut a bit of weight gain fetishism for the 🍰 kink enjoyers :3

Enver stood behind him and let his hand lift from Gale’s shoulder to drop lower, to trace the swell of his breasts, to feel against his palm the jut of a belly well-fed at dinner, to finally grip the newly-formed roll of soft, cushy fat below his navel. He jiggled it, and Gale felt the weight of the movement, watched it yield and wobble slightly under Enver’s hands. He felt tremendously fat. He felt hungry, on his tongue and in his mind; the hunger of the mounting, eager craving for sweets even after a filling meal, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.