#he drinks cum? he drinks blood? should we throw a party? should we call the police? think of the children!

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↳ Index [Chapter 10 - Party]

Warnings: sexual harassment by a stranger, he gets what he deserves though, violence, sub!Reader, Dom!Taehyung, making out & dry humping on the dance floor, then there is: subby!Tae & Dom!Jimin with dry humping & cumming in pants, and then on a separate occasion: Dom!Jimin & sub!Reader, public sex in a club bathroom, thigh riding, sloppy making out, he fucks her against the sink, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), creampies, dirty talk, choking & breath play, he calls her a needy slut at some parts, he is a cocky bastard and we love him, questionable blood drinking sjdjsj, this chapter goes from cute to hot to creepy to okay hot to Jimin nO

Wordcount: 19.3k (listen there is so much plot & thirst hahaha)

a/n: listen. he. does things to me. i am both scared and aroused. lmao please help.   

Yoongi and Jungkook are out hunting tonight. They took Hoseok with them. Seokjin and Emma are in their room. Their door is locked and if one decided to be a creep, one could hear certain sounds coming from inside. You take a huge step back once you realise what those grunts meant, apologizing quietly even if you are sure they didn’t even notice your presence.

You huff out air. Well there goes your plan for a fun board game evening with them.

“They deserve to have two on two time though”, you murmur, turning afterwards to make your way down the hallway, “I guess we have to make do with three players.”

You wanted to ask the gang if they were in the mood for games and some wine. Just moments ago, you finished the book you were reading the past week and started to feel rather bored in your room, while a board game evening started to sound like the perfect way to spend your evening. Emma and Seokjin are obviously out of the equation now and you hope that at least Jimin or Taehyung agree on playing a game.

You knock on Jimin’s room first because it is the one you pass by first.

He opens after a moment and like always, he wears nothing more than a towel. His hair is wet and the smell of shampoo is entering the hallway. It carries Taehyung’s scent in it. He was nice enough to borrow Jimin a bottle of it as Jimin obviously had no toiletry. Jimin and Taehyung went back to Thea earlier today to get Jimin’s very few belongings. However, a bottle of shampoo was not part of it, hence why Jimin now smells like Taehyung.

“What do you want?” he asks you, running his eyes up and down your body.

“Hey to you too”, you say, studying him. 

“Hey”, he says, “what do you want? I’m a little busy.”

“Busy with what?”

“Washing my hair obviously?” he says and scoffs, “what else do you think I’m doing?”

“I think it looks good already”, you say, reaching out to tug a strand of it behind his ear.

He eyes your hand, “thanks.”

“You must admit, it’s nice having a warm shower again, isn’t it?” you say.

“I guess,” he says and nudges your hand away, “listen, what do you want?” he asks, sounding tired.

“Do you want to play board games?”

He scoffs condescendingly, “why should I play board games?”

You must admit, even if Jimin’s better than everything attitude is annoying at times, it is nice to know that he is getting some of it back again. Reuniting with Taehyung really gave him back some of his spark. You can also see it in the way his dark eye circles seem to have magically disappeared ever since he has Taehyung in his life again.

You shrug your shoulders, “don’t know. I’ll ask Tae as well. It’s just the three of us, maybe we could bond a little.”

Jimin grinds his teeth, studying your features. For a moment you think that he will throw the door closed on you, until he sighs dramatically. He rolls his eyes to the point you fear they will get stuck.

“Just tell me what Tae’s saying and then I’ll decide”, he says, closing the door on you right after. Seconds later you can hear R&B music playing and the sound of a blow dryer.

“Okay. Will do”, you murmur, leaving after giving his door one aggressive nudge, “rude. Don’t close the door on me.”

And so you continue your way to Taehyung’s room, hoping that he will say yes.

Taehyung doesn’t open the door, but calls out for you when you knock. So you enter, inhaling deeply. Goddamn, his room smells nice. Acrylic paints and his terribly expensive cologne with a hint of red wine. This is him. This is Taehyung on a good day. Expensive, artistice and sexy. You really missed this smell.

“Hello, my darling”, he says.

“Hey.”

“What brings you here?”

“I finished my book.”

“You did? Well, that’s wonderful to hear. How did you enjoy it?”

“It was nice. The ending felt a little rushed, but I think it still ended nicely.”

“Well, that’s good to hear.”

He is sitting on the floor, surrounded by his paints and wearing his painting clothes. No wonder he couldn’t get up, you have to do an entire gymnastics routine to make your way to him. You plop down on his lap.

“Oh? Hello there”, he says, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“Hey”, you say, resting your cheek on his shoulder, “what are you doing?”

“Just painting a little. I had some inspiration”, he answers you whilst giving you the softest of nibbles with his teeth. It tickles just enough to make you shiver, “mhm darling, you smell so nice”, he says, “are you wearing perfume?”

“A little.”

“It’s very nice”, he says, rubbing his nose against your neck. A soft kiss follows.

With your eyes closed, you speak.

“It's the perfume you got me.”

“Last year for the masquerade ball?”

“Yes, that one. I really like it.”

“Mhhm I like it too”, Taehyung whispers, inhaling deeply. His long fingers give your hips a gentle squeeze, letting you know that he was affected by your scent.

“It's almost empty though”, you sigh the words. His touches and soft kisses felt too good not to.

“That is no problem. I will buy you a new one.”

“Thank you, Tae”, you say, twirling his hair at the back of his head, “hey, Tae?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Do you want to play some board games?”

“Board games? Are the others going to join us as well?”

“No, they already left.”

“Left for what?”

“Yoongi and Kookie are hunting and Hobi joined them.”

“I see. Well, that is a shame. I would have loved to join them too”, Taehyung says and huffs out air.

You lean in and kiss his cheek, “see it as something positive. We’ve got the house to ourselves.”

Taehyung’s pout turns into a mischievous grin. He drops his paintbrush, lifting you in his lap so he could place you down on it high enough so you were face to face with him. He runs his hands up and down your back, lingering on your butt ever so often.

“Well, if you put it like that, perhaps I should be glad that they didn’t tell me”, he says, fluttering his lashes at you playfully, “what do you want to play? Strip poker, mhm? But I should warn you, I am going to use my teeth to undress you.”

You giggle, “that could be fun, couldn’t it?”

“Yes. Very”, he says, inching closer.

“But I don’t know if Jimin would be down for it.”

Taehyung halts.

“Jimin is here as well?”

“Yes, he’s washing his hair. I thought maybe we could play games together? The three of us?”

“You would want that?”

“Yes. I think that it could be fun.”

“Oh darling”, Taehyung smiles so brightly, that you’re glad you asked him, “that would make me so happy”, he says and stands up with you in his arms.

“Gosh Tae, don’t surprise me like that”, you say, giggling when he bounces you in his arms and leaves the room just like that, “are you going to carry me to his room?”

“Yes, of course. You shouldn’t have to walk.”

“Ah so silly.”

Taehyung snickers and kisses your cheek.

Jimin opens the door after the second knock.

“Geez. Are you serious?” he groans, “why you gotta be so cringe?”

“Be quiet”, Taehyung says, bouncing you in his arms to tighten his grip, “do you want to play games with us?”

Jimin studies the two of you and gives in with a loud sigh, “fine, just let me change into pants.”

“Of course. We are in the kitchen. Come join us.”

And with that said, he descends the stairs and Jimin closes the door to change into pants.

Taehyung places you on the kitchen counter, feeling up your thighs while between your hips not even a feather could fit through.

“You truly smell so good”, he says, “oh darling, I can’t get enough of you.”

“Tae”, you giggle as he nuzzles his face into you, “why are you so snuggly today? Are you hungry?”

“A little. Can I have you later?”

“I don’t know, can you?”

Taehyung purrs, squeezing your thigh.

“Please?” he tries, making you chuckle.

“We’ll see about it once you made me cum.”

“Deal. Oh, you’ve got yourself a deal”, he says, rolling his hips into you.

A sigh runs through you.

“So about that strip poker you were talking about?”

Taehyung chuckles, lifting his head to look into your eyes.

“Did I tempt you?”

“Maybe a little? It could be hot.”

“Yes? Do you want to play it?”

“No.”

You both look at the doorway.

“If guys are going to play strip poker, I am leaving. I’m not in the mood to watch you guys crawl up each others’ asses.”

“You are no fun, Jimin. Aren’t you basically undressed already?” you say, pointing at his naked torso.

“This?” he looks down at himself, “honey, that’s me being dressed, I don’t know what you’re on about.”

You scoff, jumping off the kitchen counter.

“Don’t worry though, we’re not gonna play strip poker”, you run your eyes up and down his body, “you are not seeing my tits tonight.”

“Trust me, I didn’t plan on doing that either way.”

Taehyung snickers, then throws his arms over both your and Jimin’s shoulders.

“Oh you two, tonight is going to be fun”, he says, dragging you to the dining table, “what should we play first?”

“Anything but strip poker.”

“Fine, then normal poker. The loser has to take a shot.”

“Or we could actually go out”, Jimin suggests, “like good old times.”

“Oh? A night out?” Taehyung gasps, turning to you, “would you be interested in going out with us?” he asks you.

“Yes, I think that could be fun”, you say.

“Oh how wonderful. Let’s get ready then”, Taehyung says and lets out a squeaky giggle, taking your hand to tug you upstairs, “I have the perfect clothes for going out. Oh, I’m so excited.”

“Wait. What? Tae I don’t even have clothes for it”, Jimin complains, getting dragged along with Taehyung.

“That is okay. I have something for you”, Taehyung assures him, “darling, do you need something too? I have clothes that you could like.”

“You packed clothes for me?”

“I purchased them in Geneva, but never got the chance to give them to you.”

He flusters you.

“You did? Oh darling, please show me”, you gush, feeling oh so happy.

The clothes turn out to be the matching piece to Taehyung’s outfit. A black turtleneck with its sleeves missing and the back exposed. Black sequins adorn the fabric and a matching black bra keeps the top from slipping to places it wasn’t supposed to slip. Tight jeans reach you on the smallest part of your waist, accentuating your curves with the help of a delicate black belt. Taehyung matches with a black sequin top and leather pants, highlighting the look with a red leather jacket. He looks to die for and you feel beautiful.

Jimin hasn’t decided on an outfit yet, currently eyeing every piece of clothing Taehyung presents to him with slight judgment.

“How about this?” Taehyung offers, holding a black leather harness against Jimin’s torso, “you would look so handsome in this.”

“No. Fuck off with that. It’s ugly”, Jimin hisses, pushing at Taehyung’s chest.

This is the fifth piece of clothing he rejected.

Taehyung stumbles back, staring at Jimin with widened eyes.

“What’s wrong? Why are you so angry all of a sudden?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t like your clothes”, Jimin says, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Taehyung lowers his hands sadly, running his eyes up and down Jimin’s torso.

“But why? You look really handsome in them”, he says with a pout.

Jimin scoffs.

"I don’t like it, okay?" he hisses.

“Okay, that’s okay. I have something else. Give me a moment, please”, Taehyung says, dropping the harness to instead look for something else, “do you want to look more modern or classic? I could offer you a sheer top, which still shows off your chest.”

“I don’t want to go out anymore”, Jimin says.

“What?” Taehyung gasps, getting up from looking through his suitcase to stare at Jimin, “but why? Did I say something wrong?”

“No, I just. I don’t want to go out anymore.”

“I have this v-neck shirt. Do you want to try this? It shows off skin as well.”

“No. I don’t want to.”

Taehyung closes his mouth and stares. He fumbles with his fingers.

“Why?” he asks in a whisper.

“Because. That’s why.”

“Okay?” Taehyung tilts his head to the side, “is it the clothes?”

“Yes.”

Taehyung looks sad.

“I don’t…”, Jimin takes a deep breath, “I don’t want to show my chest in public.”

“Oh.”

Taehyung’s eyes flit to the silver mark. Yours do as well. Jimin covers it with his hand instantly. He lowers his head.

“Fuck, this is so fucking stupid. You are both so annoying”, he spits and tries to flee.

Taehyung holds his hands before he can, pulling them to his chest and holding them hostage right where his heart was once beating.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I have shirts which will cover you”, he says.

“You do?” Jimin asks nervously.

��Of course I do. Stay and let me show you and, and if you still don’t like them, then you can leave. Please?”

Jimin nods his head. Taehyung turns and hurries to his suitcase. He looks for a fitting shirt for a few moments before he exclaims in victory. He pulls out a black button up with a loose fit and a black leather corset.

“Pair this shirt with this corset and you will look very handsome”, he says excitedly, hurrying back to Jimin. He hesitates, looking into Jimin’s eyes, “can I put it on for you?”

“I guess.”

Jimin stares at Taehyung’s face as the latter puts on the button up. His jaw is tight, but his eyes are soft. Taehyung runs his hands up Jimin’s arms and gives his shoulders a soft squeeze.

“The shoulders are a little too long”, he says.

“I don’t mind”, Jimin answers him.

Taehyung nods his head in understanding and slips his hands under the shirt. You can watch how Jimin’s chest lifts in a deep gasp. A squirm follows as Taehyung brushes his thumb over the silver mark.

“I think”, Taehyung whispers, “I think you look beautiful.”

Jimin exhales shakily, biting down on his lower lip to stop it from trembling. Their eyes meet.

“I don’t think you should hide. It is a reminder that you survived”, Taehyung says, “in my eyes”, he adds, lifting his brows in unsure nervousness.

Jimin places his fingers around Taehyung’s wrists and nods his head.

“You’re a dreamer, Taetae”, he says, removing Taehyung’s hands and placing them on his own chest, “thank you for the shirt. I like it a lot. I’ll style it and come back”, he says and turns to disappear in the bathroom.

Taehyung wipes his balled fist over his eyes and turns to you.

“Hah”, he lets out, blinking the glassiness away, “forgive me”, he clears his throat.

“Are you okay?”

Taehyung nods his head, taking big steps to get to you.

“Come. Let us look at ourselves in the mirror.”

“Okay. Let’s do that.”

The clothes are perfect for you, fitting you as if they were made for you. Taehyung places his hands on your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder, looking at you in the reflection of the mirror.

“How do you feel?” he asks you.

“Really sexy. I like that it shows off my back and there”, you point at your exposed side, “I like this part a lot.”

Taehyung hums, turning his head to brush his lips over your neck in a kiss.

“I think you look like a goddess”, he whispers.

You sigh, placing your hands over his to give them a gentle squeeze. Taehyung lifts his gaze, giving you a playful smile.

“So you enjoy the clothes?” he asks.

“I love them”, you whisper, “Tae.”

“Yes, darling?”

“Your touch is nice.”

He smiles, “you are so beautiful. I won’t ever get enough of you”, he says, kissing your shoulder, “close your eyes, I have something else for you.”

“Okay.”

You wait for him with a fluttering heart.

Taehyung places something around your neck. It brushes your skin in a soft touch, making you gasp in reaction. It must be a necklace as Taehyung is closing something in the back, brushing his fingertips over your neck as gently as possible.

“Open your eyes”, he whispers.

It is a necklace. A golden heart locket on a delicate chain.

“Tae”, you gasp, touching it gently, “Tae, this is beautiful.”

“Open it”, he says, fingers resting on your waist and nervous eyes watching you.

You do as he told you. A strand of dark hair reveals itself to you.

“Is that?”

“It’s my hair”, Taehyung’s nervousness grows, “I want you to know that how I acted these past few weeks, it…it wasn’t who I wanted to be and I am ashamed of what I did and the awful things I said to you. I know it isn’t much, but I hope that this strand of hair can show you that you will always have a piece of me and that I love you”, he widens his eyes adorably, “most ardently.”

You close the locket to make sure the strand of hair will always stay safe. Then you turn, placing your hands at the back of his head. Taehyung’s eyes race between yours, his breathing is quickened.

“I love you too”, you say, playing with his hair slowly, “I know how much you had going on, so I know why you weren’t really yourself lately. You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“Do you really mean that?” he asks.

“Yes”, you cup his cheeks, “I’m so happy that you are finally starting to heal.”

Taehyung exhales shakily, shedding millions pounds of burden with this one single breath. He begins smiling, eyes sparkling in happy adoration.

“May I kiss you?” he asks.

You pull him close, answering him by kissing his lips with all the love in the world. Taehyung sighs, chasing you with his trembling hands resting on your lower back and his lips allowing you to guide him. He hasn’t felt such relief and happiness in ages. To kiss you, knowing that all was well in the world and most importantly between you and him, feels like paradise to his gradually healing heart. He is aware that you never judged him for the twisted ways his grief forced him to act and yet he will never find the words to tell you just how grateful he is for your forgiveness. He will never take your loving heart for granted, promising you with the sweetest kiss that from now on he will make sure to carry it in his hands safely.

You break the kiss too soon for his taste, making him sigh for one more.

“Please”, he breathes, cupping your cheek and brushing the tip of his nose against your cheek, “don’t stop.”

“Oh Tae”, you sigh, pulling him into the kiss he craves with all his heart. Taehyung thanks you with a sweet moan and his fingers tightening on your cheek in desperate gratitude. It feels good to kiss Taehyung now that his heart has been unburdened from grief. He kisses you back as if he wanted it to happen and not because he thought it necessary to do. You have no selfish intent behind that joy, instead you are happy knowing that Taehyung feels relieved enough to finally enjoy the sweeter things of life again.

The kiss breaks not because you wanted it to happen, neither because Taehyung wanted to stop, but because the door to the bathroom opened and Jimin entered the bedroom. You and Taehyung look at him, but stay close, hands still connected with the other’s body.

Jimin wears black pants to his shirt and has his hair styled out of his face. Dark eye makeup accentuates the intensity of his gaze and translucent lip gloss makes his plumb lips shine.

“Look at you. You look stunning, Jimin”, Taehyung gasps, scanning over his best friend’s body from head to toe.

“You really do. That corset fits you so well”, you say, nodding your head in agreement.

“I know”, Jimin answers you confidently.

Taehyung closes the distance between him and Jimin to study his face.

“Did you put make-up on?”

“Of course I did. I look good in it. What are you looking at? Do you want it too?”

Taehyung shakes his head, lifting his shoulders to his ears shyly.

“It wouldn’t fit me.”

“Oh come now, don’t be ridiculous”, Jimin says and pushes Taehyung on the bed.

His back hits the mattress, eliciting a surprised gasp from him. Within seconds, Jimin is straddling his lap, now pinning him down with nothing but a look.

“Stay still”, he orders.

“What are you doing?” Taehyung hushes.

“Your make-up.”

“But I don’t-”

Jimin pins him down.

“Stay still, Tae. Your face’s made for it.”

Taehyung tries to stay still, staring up at Jimin with big eyes until it is time for him to close them as Jimin dances his make-up brush over his lids skilfully.

It is truly the most peculiar scene to watch. They seem so familiar with the situation. As if such occurrences are normal in their friendship. And it is truly peculiar, because Jimin somehow seems to fit so well on Taehyung’s lap. Sitting on him in the perfect spots as if muscle memory made him choose the right place.

“Stop fluttering your lashes, Tae”, he speaks softly.

“But it tickles”, Taehyung answers him and his voice sounds different than when he talks to other people. You can’t describe it. It just does. It sounds a little higher, maybe more innocent. As if a boy was talking to someone he looks up to. 

“I know. It’s because you are always moving your eyes. You have to stay still.”

“I can’t help it, you’re so rough.”

“I’m not, you crybaby.”

Taehyung opens his eyes, locking them with Jimin. You can watch how his hands, once resting on the mattress, find rest on Jimin’s thighs. Jimin, ever so roughly, grabs Taehyung’s chin to move his head from left to right as he inspects his work.

“You look handsome.”

“Did you use glitter?”

“Yeah of course I did. Like always.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll do the other eye now. So close them.”

Taehyung follows, parting his lips in relaxation while Jimin mixes and blends the most beautiful shades of gold and red on his lid.

So they did it before. Their dialogue was proof enough. This isn’t the first time they find themselves in such a situation. It makes you wonder just how far their friendship goes and how blurry those lines between them truly are. The more you get to watch them in the privacy of four walls and solitude, the blurrier they seem to you. Perhaps however this is what centuries of companionship does. Two souls connecting in unidentifiable ways, but with the only purpose to stay together because they were meant to do so. 

Taehyung dances his hands up Jimin’s thighs then, letting them linger on his hips before touching his waist. Fabric lies between his fingers and Jimin’s torso and yet, they both squirm as if he touched naked skin.

“Ah crap”, Jimin curses, licking his pinkie finger so he can clean off the falsely placed eye shadow.

“It’s my lid again, isn’t it?” Taehyung asks.

“Mhm-hm yeah. I always forget it’s different than your left and mess up”, Jimin speaks slowly as his concentration is on getting the look right. He licks his pointer finger, using his spit to wipe off the last remainders of his mistake.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s difficult to get right.”

“Don’t apologise, you have the most perfect eyes.”

Taehyung opens them.

“Keep them closed. “

And closes them, gripping Jimin’s hips with slight desperation. Truly, it fascinates you. You feel so out of place here, so forbidden. As if you are an unknowing bystander stumbling into a scene which was never meant to be shared with anyone except Taehyung and Jimin.

Jimin paints again. He goes slow, keeping minimal distance between their faces to see better. Taehyung’s hands run down Jimin’s thighs again, changing course once he reaches his knees. They disappear from your view, but you know that they are travelling up Jimin’s inner thighs. It makes the latter move his hips back and forth before his left hand disappears between his legs. In a rough movement he has Taehyung’s hands pinned above his head.

“Don’t get greedy”, he rasps.

Taehyung mewls.

“I’m not done with your look. You’re such a whore.”

“I’m not a whore.”

“Sure you are, you’ve always been one and will always be one.”

Taehyung opens his eyes to send Jimin a look. You can’t distinguish if it is supposed to be angry or innocent.

“You’re a whore too.”

“I know”, Jimin smirks, “now close your eyes. I’m almost done, just have to do the eyeliner.”

Taehyung closes his eyes.

“Are you going to do a colour?”

“I was going to do black. But do you want me to do a colour?”

“Yes, do a colour.”

“I’ll do red then. Red suits you.”

“You think so?”

“Yes.”

“Red suits you too.”

“I know. You look better though.”

“No, you do.”

Jimin chuckles.

Taehyung chuckles too. He touches Jimin’s thighs again, keeping his hands still.

Jimin parts his lips then, giving view to the tip of his tongue as he gets lost in concentration. He doesn’t want to mess up, holding Taehyung’s face between his strong fingers just so the latter wouldn’t accidentally move it and mess up his artwork.

“I did the left one perfectly”, he says, “now I just have to do the right one the same way.”

“You can do it, you’ve always had a talent for it.”

“I know. Now, stay still Tae.”

“I am”, Taehyung breathes.

Jimin works diligently, finishing off the wing with a click of his tongue and a proud smirk. He sits up, putting his weight on Taehyung’s lap. Then he closes the eyeliner, throwing it on the mattress next to his eyeshadow palette.

“Stay still, I have to dry it”, he orders and leans in, puckering his lips so he could blow on Taehyung’s lids.

The latter parts his lips, touching Jimin’s hips and giving them an almost greedy squeeze.

You can hear how Jimin blows on him. The sound is confident in the room, almost drowning out the sounds of outside traffic and people getting drunk on the streets. Which was most impossible to imagine as those sounds were scientifically louder in nature, but still somehow that gentle sound of blowing filled up the entire room. It was weighed with intimacy. With familiarity. With moments so well known they became a routine. And because it carried so much with it, it managed to overpower the louder sounds from outside.  

Jimin stops blowing, straightening up and shifting his weight back on Taehyung’s lap with a smooth roll of his hips. He places his hands on Taehyung’s chest then, distributing his weight between his lap and his torso. Then he arches his back just slightly, using the new position to stick out his ass.

“All done”, he says.

Taehyung flutters his eyes open, looking up at Jimin with his painted eyelids and his naked lips still parted. Jimin studies his face, rocking his body back and forth. It changes the point of where most of his weight was put on rhythmically.

“Actually”, he says, “I feel like you need something on your lips.”

Jimin disappears in the bathroom, but returns a second later with a bag of make-up. He sits down on Taehyung’s lap, choosing a higher-up position than last time.

You can watch how Taehyung parts his lips in a silent gasp and how his eyes seem to widen just slightly. You know exactly where he must have sat down. Oh truly, the lines are getting blurrier and blurrier.

Jimin seems unaffected however, rummaging around in his bag until he finds what he deems worthy. He pulls out a golden tube and places the black bag beside Taehyung’s head.

“What’s that?” Taehyung asks.

“Lipgloss. The one with golden shimmer in it”, Jimin says, grabbing Taehyung’s chin to keep his head steady.

“But I’ll just rub it off.”

“Then I’ll reapply it for you.”

“Jimin, it’s so much work.”

“No, it’s not. I’ll do it for you.”

Taehyung looks at Jimin.

“Trust me, you’ll look handsome in it.”

Taehyung seems to relax, keeping his lips in a position that would allow Jimin to apply the gloss. He finishes off by wiping away the spots where he messed up, wiping it into the sheets afterwards.

“Now you’re done.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, you look handsome. Do you want to see?”

Taehyung nods his head.

Jimin reaches for a hand mirror and lifts it to Taehyung’s face. Taehyung reaches for it, placing his hands over Jimin’s to keep the mirror steady. He moves his head left and right, fluttering his lashes and puckering his lips.

“And?”

“I like it.”

“Yeah? Do you think you’re handsome?”

“Yes, I look really handsome.”

“I know”, Jimin lowers the mirror and reaches out to give Taehyung’s left cheek a soft pinch, “you look really handsome.”

Taehyung giggles, lifting his shoulders to his ears. Jimin shows his teeth in a smile.

“Why are you laughing?” he asks.

“It’s nothing”, Taehyung covers his face with his hands.

“Hey, don’t”, Jimin warns, pinning his hands next to his head, “you’ll rub the make-up off.”

“I’m sorry”, Taehyung whispers, closing his fingers around Jimin’s hands.

Silence. Their eyes race between each other. They take a shaky breath. Their fingers squeeze each other.

“Taehyung, I”, Jimin begins in a whispers.

“Yes?” Taehyung breathes.

“I just…”

“Yes, Jimin?”

“I…I think we should go now before it gets too crowded.”

“Yes, I think that is a good idea.”

Jimin gets off Taehyung’s lap, shifting his gaze to you. His hand falls to the side of his neck, his eyes break away again.

“I’m getting a cab”, he says, hurrying out of the room in big steps.

Taehyung sits up, touching his chest. He smiles, squeezing his eyes shut and giggling quietly. He lifts his head when he feels your finger under his chin.

“You look so handsome”, you say, lighting up his eyes.

He stands up, holding your wrists gently.

“I’m happy”, he confesses.

“I’m happy too, my darling.”

“I'm really happy”, he says and you know the deeper meaning behind this sentence. 

“Me too, my darling”, you say and smile.

Taehyung giggles, “oh, I can’t wait for tonight. We will have so much fun.”

“I think so as well”, you say, “should we check if Jimin managed to get a cab?”

“Yes, let us check.”

Jimin is already outside by a car, looking stressed.

“Hurry up”, he calls out and waves at you, holding open the door to the cab he managed to successfully call.

You and Taehyung increase your steps, holding hands as you cross the street.

“You were successful”, you say as you get into the cab.

“I was”, Jimin says, waiting for Taehyung to get inside as well before he does the same. He closes the door and after Taehyung tells the driver the name of the club, the cab drives off.

Taehyung claimed the middle seat, spreading his legs and throwing his arm over your shoulder.

“I am so excited for tonight”, he says, “this is the first time you are partying with us, isn’t it?”

“Yes it is.”

“Oh, you will love it. We are so much fun.”

“I can imagine. Did you guys go to parties in the past?” 

Taehyung and Jimin exchange a look, cracking up at the same time.

“Too many times to count. We were mad back then”, Taehyung snickers, nudging Jimin with his knee, “he loved to get high.”

“I still do”, Jimin says nonchalantly. 

“Yes? Are you hoping to get lucky tonight?” 

“Maybe. Let’s see what the night brings.”

“Hobi told me that you can only really get high through blood drinking”, you say.

“Indeed. But worry not, Jimin is in perfect control.”

“Hah yeah”, Jimin says, touching the side of his neck, “control’s not a problem for me.”

“See? So don't bug your mind with it, darling”, Taehyung assures you, leaning in to kiss your cheek, “maybe I can get lucky as well, mhm?”

“Tae not here”, you whisper, flustering vigorously.

“Mhm”, Taehyung hums and chuckles, leaving one lasting kiss on your neck before he straightens up again.

“You guys blood share?” Jimin asks, eyeing you.

“We do. Oh Jimin, she tastes so good.”

“I know”, Jimin says and for just a second the silence is awkward between the three of you.

Taehyung is the one to break it, laughing loudly.

“I completely forgot that you tasted her before. Oh dear, thank the heavens that we escaped this situation.”

Jimin smiles lazily, “yeah, totally”, he says, glancing at you.

It is awkward at first, but in the end you both end up chuckling. The air feels light again. 

“I partied with Fringella a few weeks ago”, Taehyung says. 

“You did? That must have gone splendidly”, Jimin says, cocking his right eyebrow up.

“It went how you imagine it to go. I got way too high”, Taehyung says and laughs.

Jimin chuckles, caressing Taehyung’s neck.

“You're so reckless, Taetae. Fringella’s not good company to get high with.”

“Certainly?” Taehyung looks at Jimin with widened eyes, “it surprises me to hear such words from you.”

“Yeah, I think dying made me boring. I think Fringella’s orgies would piss me off these days.”

“No, I don’t think they would. You just aren’t used to them anymore.”

“No Taetae, they would”, Jimin insists, playing with Taehyung’s hair, “I don’t like you seeing with Fringella. She isn’t good for you.”

Taehyung blinks in confusion. It is obvious that he didn’t expect Jimin to be so caring. 

“I don’t know what to say”, he confesses in a whisper.

“Don’t say anything. It’s fucking stupid either way”, Jimin says, turning away, “you should be with me, not with assholes.”

“Are you jealous?” Taehyung asks, leaning closer until he can hug Jimin’s waist. Like this, he is pressing his butt into the side of your thigh. 

“You know I am”, Jimin doesn’t feel the need to hide away.

“No Jimin, don’t be. Fringella’s nothing but temporary fun. She always has been. You know that, don’t you?”

“I guess” Jimin murmurs.

“Good. Don’t forget that”, Taehyung says and straightens back up. He turns to you, taking your hand. He leads it to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly. The gesture is sweet and makes you feel good.

The club is located a twenty minute drive from the apartment. The bouncer lets you inside right away after seeing Jimin.

“It has been ages hasn’t it?” he greets his old friend to which Jimin tells him that it has only been two years.

“Does he know you guys?”

“Yes, we spent countless nights in this club”, Taehyung tells you, keeping you close to him with a hand on your lower back. The touch feels nice because it lets you know that he was there even in this stuffy, busy club.

The club is dark inside except for the colourful neon lights illuminating the dance floor. Smoke from the smoke machines hangs heavy in the air, hiding the face of strangers from your view. You draw closer to Taehyung. He wraps his arm around you instantly, pressing you into him and making you feel so incredibly safe. It also feels really empowering to walk with him like that. People stare and they stare for a reason because Taehyung looks to die for. So knowing that you are the woman by his side feels incredible.

Jimin circles you so he is facing you and Taehyung. You step closer so you can hear him over the loud music.

“I’ll get the drinks. Any wishes?”

“I’ll take what Tae takes.”

“I’ll take what you take, Jimin”, Taehyung says to which Jimin rolls his eyes.

“Three Cosmos then”, he says and turns to disappear in the crowd.

“Come”, Taehyung says, taking your hands, “shall we dance?”

“Yes, I’d love to”, you tell him, allowing him to lead you to the middle of the dance floor. 

It is crowded and hot on the floor, but you don’t mind. Taehyung pulls you into him, keeping a protective grip on your hips. His eyes are locked onto yours, keeping you willing hostage. 

He knows how to dance immediately, moving your hips to the melody. There isn’t much melody. The deep bass and hard drums drown out any sense of melodic composition. But that doesn’t mean the music wasn’t art. It was. Addicting, body consuming art, forcing you to draw closer to Taehyung until you can almost merge with him. 

He leans closer, his voice tickles you as he speaks.

“You look so beautiful”, he says, “I can’t stop looking at you.”

He straightens up, looking into your eyes deeply. His hands slip from your hips, gliding up your waist until they linger and squeeze. Right where you are the most sensitive. Your knees buckle because of it, your hips chase him. 

Taehyung finally breaks eye contact to instead look at your lips. One. Two. Three seconds and he is pinning you down again. One. Two. Three seconds and he moves in. He presses his finger to your ear so he can talk normally and you can hear him perfectly. The gesture sends shivers down your spine.

“You have me bewitched”, he rasps, “we have been in this club for merely five minutes and I already want to rip these pesky little clothes off of you and bounce you on my cock.”

“Tae”, you gasp, moving back to gawk at him. This talk isn’t like him, leaving you dizzy.

Taehyung smirks lazily, taking your chin between two of his fingers. He brushes his thumb over your lips. Once. Twice. He pulls back and kisses the pad of his thumb, lowering his eyes playfully. He ignores the needy grip your fingers get on his shoulders, guiding his hands back to your waist with all the calm in the world.

“Beautiful”, he mouths the word as the music drowns out his voice. You twist his shirt at the front. The fabric feels rough on your skin. Taehyung stumbles closer, allowing you to pull his head down. He purrs when you hook your fingers behind his head and press your lips against his ear.

“You’re so mean. Why would you say that?”

Taehyung smirks, turning his head to speak in your stead. His lips tickle your ear, his voice is sultry.

“Why should I lie?” he asks, placing a feather light kiss on your neck afterwards. He growls playfully, “you smell so good, my sweetest”, he rasps.

You turn your head, making him shiver by running your fingers through his hair before twisting it and guiding his ear to your lips.

“I taste even better”, you coo, snickering when Taehyung lifts his head just to gawk in surprise.

He didn’t expect you to talk back. Good. You break away from him just to dance in front of him, throwing your arms over your head and swinging your hips to the melody. Taehyung chases you instantly, hips melted together and strong hands on your waist. He seeks your kiss, mouthing your name in a sigh. He’s got you charged. Aching for his lips. His taste. His hair tickles your fingers as you twist it again, your body chases him in rhythmic rolls.

Perhaps you never meant to go out tonight. Perhaps all you truly wanted to do was get pretty and chase each other in a dance of too much desire. Being here in this dark club with hot bodies surrounding you and the loud music making ever fibre in your body vibrate turns you on so fucking much.

Taehyung leans in, you flee with a tilt of your head. He purrs in desperation, squeezing your waist. He needs you. He needed you ever since he saw you in your clothes. Perhaps even earlier when you sat down on his lap and kissed his neck. He hasn’t carved you so ardently for months. His grief kept him hostage, made him want meaningless sex to drown out the pain and left him uninterested in the addicting pleasure your presence gives him. He didn’t want to soil it. The tension, the electricity, the feeling of being robbed of air. Only you can make him feel that way. And he didn’t want to taint it. It is way too precious to him.

And now he craves it. He feels starved of you. Your kiss, your touch, your taste. He needs you to feed him, fill his every vein with the essence of you.

Taehyung places his hand at the back of your neck, tilting your head up. There is no escape for you now. He has you caged and at his mercy. Taehyung claims your lips in a passionate kiss, forcing your knees to buckle. He moans into the kiss, feeling the needy whimper you let out against his lips. His veins fill with the essence of you, leaving him disorientated. Craving more. His right hand falls to your lower back, pressing you into him. You stumble, fingernails scratching down his neck as you claw for balance. He hasn’t kissed you like that in ages. You have already forgotten just how much passion he has for you. You don’t blame him for the distance he needed in the past few months, but you have to be honest with yourself and admit that you truly missed the manic desire he kissed you with in the past.

Mere minutes later and your panties are soaked in desperation, fingers twisting his hair painfully and lips feeling sensitive. Your lipsticks are smeared, covering your lower faces. Red gloss and dark lipstick. The combination is messy. Taehyung wipes it off your skin with his lips parted in a breathy moan and his half-lidded eyes making the hottest love to you.

“Sorry for making such a mess”, he rasps.

“I’m not”, you answer him, pulling him back into the kiss. Taehyung growls, parting his lips for your hungry tongue. He has a million scents in his nose and yet there is one which is as clear as day to him. Your desperation. You smell so fucking wet that Taehyung can taste it each time he gasps for air and it drives him insane.

He lifts his knee, your legs part for it instinctively. The kiss breaks as he pushes against your middle, your voice trembles in a gasped moan. You look up at him, surprised and droopy.

Taehyung curls his lips into a smirk, guiding your hips only for you to beat him to it and doing it all on your own. Smooth, needy rolls to the sound of the music. Your right hand slips from his hair, pressing against his crotch.

“Darling”, Taehyung gasps, stumbling for just a second. Your palm finds his cock instantly, rubbing his tip over the fabric of his pants. The pressure is intense, you are trying to make up for the thick leather dulling your touch. Taehyung feels weak because of it, licking into your mouth before actually kissing you. Tongue against tongue, needy sucks on them, pulsating lips and desperate movements.

You are getting off on each other, blind to anyone around you and hungry for one thing. The other’s pleasure.

The kiss breaks, Taehyung presses his lips against your neck.

“I should have fucked you before we left. I can’t think of anything else”, he rasps, moving his knee over your soaked pussy. He is tensing his muscles, sending electricity through your veins.

“Maybe you should have.”

Taehyung shows his fangs in a playful purr, lowering his eyes at you. 

“You're tempting me”, he rasps. 

“Tae”, you moan, moving your hips on his thigh in sync with your hand rubbing his clothed cock.

Taehyung moans and moves in to kiss you. Except that two glasses appear in your view before that can happen. The magic stops. You look to the side.

“Your drinks”, Jimin says, pushing the glasses against your chests, “do you guys seriously have to do that in the middle of the dance floor?”

You want to curse at him. How dare he ruin this moment for you. Taehyung breaks away, wanting to help you keep your modesty. Not that you acted very modest ten seconds ago.

“We were busy”, Taehyung says, accepting his drink and downing it quickly.

“I could see that.”

“Couldn’t you have waited?”

“And do what? Watch you while you masturbate each other like perverts? We’re here together, remember?”

Taehyung huffs out air in annoyance, glancing at you. Your skin is glowing in a healthy layer of sweat. He knows that it is only there because he got you worked up. You are clutching that glass with shaky fingers, gulping the liquid as if your life depended on it.

Jimin grabs Taehyung’s chin, turning his head to you.

“You’ve got messy”, he says, wetting his thumb to wipe away the messy lipstick. Taehyung feels wobbly because of it. You messed him up so much that such a simple touch by Jimin makes him weak. His skin is oversensitive. Every touch feels like fire.

He feels hands run up his torso and arms close around his waist from behind. There is an empty Cosmopolitan glass in one hand. He lowers himself so you can rest your chin on his shoulder.

“Pay attention to me”, you whisper against his neck, “I’m so fucking wet for you.”

Jimin says something you can’t hear because of the music, but Taehyung seems to understand him well.

“What did he say?” you ask him.

“That he can hear you.”

You lock eyes with Jimin. You expected annoyance, but there was something else too. Something primal and hungry. You break your eyes away, turning your head to kiss Taehyung’s neck.

“So what about it?”

Jimin talks again. Taehyung translates it for you.

“He says that he's not here to watch us have sex.”

“Then he should leave.”

Jimin lowers his eyes darkly. You snicker now that you pissed him off successfully.

“I’m getting another drink. Want something too?” you say.

“Another Cosmopolitan please”, Taehyung says, craning his neck in order to talk to you.

“Coming right up”, you say, leaving him needy and weak headed on the dance floor. You dance your way to the bar, dodging some grabby hands and ignoring too many lame pick up lines. Nobody can woo you as much as Taehyung. Oh, you can’t wait to return to him and continue where you left off.

There are four people in front of you. You don’t mind waiting, moving to the songs and watching the people. Taehyung is dancing with Jimin, having his eyes closed as he enjoys the music. He looks blissed out that way, moving his hips as if he was made to do so and resting his cheek on Jimin’s shoulder. The latter is looking at you, left hand on Taehyung’s hip while his right is hidden between their bodies. One second longer and you figure out why it moves the way it does and why Taehyung looks as blissed out as he does. You gulp, breaking your eyes away from Jimin and Taehyung. There are a few people making out around them. Actually, a few is an understatement. There are many people making out. There is one couple lost in more than a kiss. Right next to the DJ booth. You look away, back at the bar. Only two more people. Back to Jimin and Taehyung. Taehyung stopped moving, Jimin took over for him, lips on his neck moving in dirty whispers and dark eyes still glued to you. It is like he wants you to know what he does to Taehyung. As if he wants you to partake in it even with all the distance between you and them. There is another couple. Right next to you. They call your attention for a second. She is kissing his neck. Or maybe not. Oh dear. Oh no. Oh, she is definitely biting him. His neck and her lips are covered in the red essence of her bite. Judging by her desperate grip on his waist and his blissed out expression this is both consensual and an act of utter lust. You sneak a glance at Taehyung. He is dancing again doing so with his head thrown back and his lips parted in a gasp. You know that expression. Fuck. Jimin is goddamn cruel for taking that first high from you. You wanted to be the one giving it to Taehyung.

“Hello.”

You look to your left. A stranger. Blonde hair and blue eyes. A man. He is eyeing your cleavage then your neck. You scrunch your nose up in annoyed disgust.

“I’m here with someone”, you tell him coldly.

“Oh? You are? Well, that’s a shame, I had hoped that a beautiful lady such as yourself would be interested in a conversation.”

“I have to decline.”

“I understand really.”

And despite that he stays next to you. Looking. Staring. Your neck and cleavage. Your neck and cleavage. Your neck. Staring. A step closer. Your cleavage. A step closer. Your neck. 

You move away. Closer to the bar, away from him. 

Your neck. Your cleavage. Back to your neck. He licks his lips. 

“I’m good friends with Yoongi”, you tell him and if he was part of the group you assume him to be part of, he will know to piss off now.

“Okay? Whoever that might be”, he dismisses you.

Well shit. He’s just a normal dude who can’t take a no.

“If you keep bothering me, you’ll find out. Trust me, you don’t want to.”

He laughs, lowering his eyes in what you assume to be flirty playfulness. You turn away from him, grinding your teeth. One more person then you can order and leave. 

“I’m here alone”, the stranger says, leaning in so close that you can smell his breath. Alcohol. 

You move away. 

“I’m not. My boyfriend’s with me. He is really strong.”

“I bet he is. I’m strong too”, he says and flexes his arms. He does have muscles. Which makes you even more scared of him. 

“I bet. It uh, yeah. I bet”, you stutter.

“Yeah right? It’s impressive. Do you want me to show you? I can lift you.”

You dodge his grabby hands by an inch. 

“Please leave me alone. I’ll scream.”

“What? Here? But it’s loud in here, nobody will hear.”

“What?”

“What?” he asks nonchalantly and laughs, “I’m only joking. Don’t you worry, I won’t touch a lovely lady without consent.” 

You laugh because you are scared that if you didn’t, he’d lash out.

It is your turn at the bar. You turn your back to the man, hoping that the attention of the bartender is enough to scare him off. You order, looking at the bartender the entire time and hoping that the creep gets the hint. Unluckily for you, the bartender has to turn away to prepare your drinks and all the other workers are too preoccupied with their orders to pay you any mind. 

“A Cosmopolitan, yeah? You didn’t strike me as a Cosmopolitan kinda girl”, the man’s breath swirls over the back of your neck, forcing your hair to stand up in fright. “I like it.”

You try to stay silent, hoping that ignoring him will make him piss off. 

It doesn’t. Oh it fucking doesn’t.  

He places his hand on your lower back. Every inch of your soul dies at that moment. You feel both hot and cold. Numb and overstimulated in fear. Silenced. You can’t even squeak for help.

“Pretty lady, don’t ignore me. Do you not want to play-”, he doesn’t get to finish his sentence and instead yelps up in pain. And continues. Groaning and moaning and grunting in pain. 

You turn in the right moment to witness Jimin stepping in front of you. He has a deathly grip on the man’s hand, twisting it into an unnatural position.

“Fucking piss off, you ugly fuck”, he growls. 

The man whimpers, gawking at Jimin’s exposed vampire face in horror. 

Jimin pushes the man’s broken hand away. The man flees instantly, clutching his hand and staring in shock. 

Jimin stares him down until he is gone. And only then he turns. 

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” he asks you, running his eyes over your body.

“No he, uhm. Oh my god”, you get out, almost collapsing on the floor as your knees give up in shock. 

“Hey, careful”, Jimin catches you and lifts you atop a bar stool. He pulls his hands away instantly once you are safely sitting on it. 

“Oh my god, did this really just happen?” you get out. 

Jimin nods his head.

“Oh my god”, you whisper, closing your arms around yourself in a scared hug. 

Jimin watches with his brows furrowing in anger. He tilts your head up with one finger under your chin. The touch is barely there.

“He’s gone now.”

“What if he comes back?” 

“He won’t. Trust me.”

“Oh god”, you press out.

Jimin tightens his jaw.

“Should we take fresh air for a bit?” he offers.

“Yes please.”

“Come on, hold my waist”, he says, lifting his arms until you hug his middle tightly. He places his arm around you, keeping you close. He makes sure that nobody bumps into you by pushing the people around you away, using quite a lot of his true strength for it. They complain but Jimin could care rather little about them.

There is a small park outside just opposite of the club. Truly it is nothing more than two benches, a patch of grass and one tree under which a seesaw is standing. The benches are occupied, but that doesn’t stop Jimin from walking up to one of them.

“Bugger off, it’s our spot”, he hisses at the two drunk guys who were lost in conversation before.

They both stand up, towering over Jimin by a head.

“You wanna say that again?” one of them challenges.

“Fuck off. You’re at our spot”, Jimin hisses and pushes him so strongly he leaps through the air only to fall on the ground a good ten feet from you.

“Bro, what the fuck?” his friend gasps, “take the bench. The fuck’s your problem? Hey Mike, are you okay man?”

The two guys run away, never to be seen again. Jimin sits down with you, keeping his arm on the backrest behind you.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“I don’t know. Shaken up, but I guess that I expected it. Fucking sad, isn’t it? That I have to expect shit like that when going literally anywhere.”

Jimin furrows his brows in anger.

“Thank you seriously. It’s so scary to be a woman sometimes.”

“Don’t mention it. I get it.”

“No it’s true. I gave him signs multiple times and he kept trying.”

“Yeah, those people are wrong in the head. They ignore cues for their selfish pursuit.”

You nod your head, balling your hands to fists.

“Sometimes I wish that people like that die painfully”, you confess in a whisper.

Jimin studies your side profile. He didn’t expect such a confession from you.

“Fuck, sorry. Why did I say that? Of course I don’t wish death on people”, you correct yourself, lowering your eyes, “sorry.”

“It’s okay. I get it”, he assures you.

You let out a trembling breath, sagging your shoulders.

“Hey. Don’t worry, he’s not gonna come back”, Jimin says.

You sneak a glance at him, feeling your eyes drift behind him. You gulp. Jimin turns around. The creep from before is standing at the edge of the park, staring at you. His shirt is wrapped around his broken hand. He clearly hadn’t seen you, which would explain why he turns and then runs the other way.

“Fucking asshole”, Jimin mumbles under his breath, “stay here. I’ll be back”, he says and disappears.

“What?”

You are all alone again. Taehyung is busy dancing in the club and Jimin is gone. It all happened so fast. The harassment, Jimin breaking the criminal’s hand and him disappearing. Did this really just happen? 

“Hey.”

You flinch, eyes flitting to your side.

Jimin is back. 

“Where were you?”

“Just somewhere”, he says, sitting down next to you. He leans back, stretching his legs out. Then he lets his head fall back, pressing out a breathy “fuck.” His chest heaves up and down in heavy pants.

“Jimin, your mouth”, you gasp, staring at the deep red stain on the left corner of his lips.

“What?” he touches it, “oh that. Don’t mind it”, he dismisses you, wiping it away.

“Was that blood? What did you do? Who did you bite?”

“He had it coming.”

“He?”

Jimin runs his eyes up and down your body. 

“What?” he hisses, “he was a fucking sexual predator. Do you think that I’ll let scum like him live? You said so yourself that people like that should die painfully.”

“You-”, you gulp, “what did you do?”

“He won’t be able to hurt anyone from now on. I made sure of that.”

“Jimin, oh my god.”

“Fuck, you’re such a prude cunt. I did it for you, just saying”, he spits and tries to get up to leave. 

“Hey”, you grab his hand, pulling him back to you.

He falls back on the bench, looking at you with slight annoyance in his eyes. 

“Thank you”, you say.

Jimin’s gaze brushes over your lips before he looks away. He slips down on the bench until he can rest his head on the edge of the backrest, folding his hands in front of his tummy.

“Don’t mention it”, he says nonchalantly.

You slip down as well, mirroring his position. He sneaks a glance at you to check but soon returns to looking at the sky. The tree is unmoving except for the occasional faint breeze of air making the uppermost branches shake. The music of the club is quiet in your ears, filling the air with slight vibrations. The night is peaceful.

“Should we go back to Tae?” you ask into the silence.

“No, he’s busy. Trust me.”

“Busy?”

“Yeah. Cleaning up.”

“I saw.”

Jimin smirks victoriously.

“Good.”

You don’t know how to answer that and so you stay silent, staring at the sky. So you were right. Jimin stole that very first high from him.

“Shouldn’t we still check up on him?”

“Let’s just sit here for a moment.”

“Okay.”

“Fuck”, Jimin presses out, throwing his arm over his eyes, “fucking hell.”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

“No, something’s up.”

“The creep took something. It’s tripping me out.”

“What? Are you okay? Do you need help?” you gasp, straightening up.

“Relax”, Jimin pushes you back down with his hot hand on your tummy, “I like it. Just what I wanted.”

“Oh okay”, you relax, “uhm, that’s good then.”

“Yeah, it’s good”, Jimin says, retreating his hand. He leaves behind a cold shiver. His touch was so hot in contact and now it’s gone. The chilly night air feels so real on your skin. You place your hand on the spot he touched in hopes of cancelling it out. It works partially.

“Fuck”, Jimin presses out, “do you think Tae’s hooking up with strangers?”

“That’s so random. Why would you think that?”

“Cause he always does that. Whenever we go out, he makes out with strangers. Why’s he always with other people?”

You sneak a glance at him. He has his eyes closed but looks upset.

“I thought we’re here together. Why’s he such a fucking whore?” he says.

“But I thought that you guys are both really chill about sex with others.” 

“No.”

“I see. But you guys aren’t really a couple, are you?”

“Does it matter?” he hisses. 

“No, I guess it doesn’t”, you tilt your head to the side, “shouldn’t we go inside? What if he’s looking for us? I don’t think that he wants to meet strangers tonight. You’re just paranoid and are imagining things. You literally just made him cum. What more proof do you need?”

“No. I don’t want to check.”

You study his face, “are you scared that you’re right and he’s making out with someone? Is that why you don’t wanna leave here?”

“Does it matter?” Jimin hisses, avoiding eye contact which lets you know that it is exactly like that.

“I guess not. I don’t know.”

Jimin nods his head and takes a deep breath. You lean back on the bench. Sitting here for a few more moments does feel nice. The air was really stuffy in the club, so the fresh night air feels like a treat. You are positive that Jimin was wrong about Taehyung and that once you go inside again, you will find him dancing alone.

“Stupid shitshow”, Jimin murmurs, sitting up with an exhausted sigh. He tangles his hands between his spread legs, resting his elbows on his knees, “and you? Do you like it when he does it?” he asks.

“I don’t know. I think as long as he doesn’t make me feel as if I’m replaceable, I don’t mind. Besides, I’m with Yoongi and Kook as well. I’m the same.”

“I guess”, Jimin glances at you, “seriously, how the fuck did you and Yoongi happen? I thought you hated each other.”

“We did. For a while. Then it kind of clicked.”

“It clicked? Really? With Yoongi? How?”

“Why not? He’s so easy to fall in love with.”

Jimin snorts, “is he really?”

You sit up.

“Yes he is. Stop being a cunt. Yoongi means a lot to me and he is so loveable. Don’t talk bad about him”, you warn, making yourself bigger. 

Jimin chuckles in amusement. 

“I’m not saying anything”, he lifts his hands in defeat. 

“Tch”, you let out and click your tongue. 

Jimin studies your face with a victorious grin. It earns him a look from you. He chuckles lazily, letting himself fall back against the bench. He put his hands behind his head, looking up at the sky.

“It’s good”, he says.

“The drugs?”

“No. That you and Yoongi are a thing now.”

“Really?” you scoff, “don’t tell me that you’re happy for me.”

“Course not, I couldn’t care less about you.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m happy because that means that you’re not always stuck to Tae”, Jimin glances at you, “you piss me off when you are.”

You roll your eyes, clicking your tongue, “you’re so jealous, it’s unbelievable.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“No of course not. Not you”, sarcasm drips from your voice. You scoot closer to Jimin, nudging his knee, “loose up a little. Tae’s not gonna leave you and he’s also not making out with strangers right now. You’re just a paranoid, jealous idiot.”

Jimin tenses his jaw.

You shrug your shoulders, “I’m telling the truth. Take it or leave it.”

“Hah”, he scoffs, looking away, “you’re so annoying.”

“Thanks. You’re annoying too.”

He chuckles, glancing at you with friendly eyes. You give him a little grin.

Jimin gets to his feet then, stretching his arms above his head. He whispers a curse.

“I’m so high”, he says and laughs. Then he struts to the seesaw. There is a guy sitting on it. You watch Jimin pick him up by his clothes like a mother cat would its litter, except that Jimin then proceeds to throw the man a good ten feet to the side. The man stumbles to his feet and runs away in horror. Jimin plops down on the now empty seat nonchalantly, locking eyes with you and cracking you up with it. Jimin stares for only a few seconds and then your drunk giggles crack him up as well, eyes turning into crescent moons from how deeply he laughs.

You get up and hurry to him, claiming the other side. You are still laughing. Jimin does too.

“I can’t believe you just threw this man”, you snicker.

“He had it coming”, Jimin says in a chuckle and moves the seesaw.

You squeak, clutching the handle tightly.

“Warn me, oh my god”, you gasp, making Jimin laugh.

“I thought you were ready.”

“Well, I wasn’t”, you say in a laugh, having to squeak out a giggle when the movement of Jimin’s side hitting the ground makes you bounce.

Jimin pushes himself off again. Your side hits the ground. He bounces and laughs, almost falling off if he hadn’t closed his legs tightly.

And so it happens that you are rocking on a seesaw with him, laughing like children and having way too much fun for your own good. Time feels nicely spend. You genuinely enjoy his company. You really do. Jimin seems to reciprocate the feelings, throwing his head back in laughter each time he bounces in the air. You have never seen him like that before. Carefree and happy. Maybe it’s the drugs. You don’t really want to look for the reason however. He is so much more likable when he is like that.

Your play soon comes to a stop however when Jimin loses balance and falls off when he is the highest.

“Jimin! Oh god, are you okay?!” you gasp, tumbling off the seesaw as well.

He groans, rolling onto his back.

“Hey! Are you okay?”

“Fuck, that was fucking hilarious”, he says, cackling loudly.

His laughter is enough to assure you that everything was okay and so you laugh as well, rolling onto your back.

Jimin turns his head, locking eyes with you. His smile fades out, making you do the same because it felt like the right thing to do. Silence. The air feels heavy, but not uncomfortable. Jimin props himself up and crawls to you, letting himself plop down once you are close enough that your faces are just shoulder-length wide apart.

“That was fun”, he says in a whisper.

“Yeah it was”, you agree, looking everywhere but his lips. You can’t accept the truth behind that look. You won’t.

Jimin can.

“I’m glad that we ran into each other”, he confesses.

“What?” you breathe.

Jimin needs a second to process what he just said, widening his eyes once he does. He turns his head away, letting out a breathy laugh.

“I’m so high”, he says, throwing his arm over his eyes, “fuck.”

You look away, focusing on the tree above your heads with obsessed precision. He is trying to find stupid excuses for his slip of words. Holy fuck.

“I think that I should go back”, you say, sitting up.

Jimin lets you, staring at you with a flustered expression.

“Yeah”, he says.

You stand up, patting your butt clean from the bark mulch.

“Are you, uhm, gonna stay here?”

“I guess.”

“Okay. See you later.”

“Yeah.”

You turn and run back to the club. This can’t be happening. Nope. You are not feeling attracted to Park Jimin. Nope this is not happening.

The air in the club reeks of alcohol and sweaty bodies. You try to look for Taehyung, but can’t find him. He is lost in the crowd. You swerve to the toilets, feeling the strong urge to be alone.

Thankfully all of the three stalls are empty. You hide away in the first one, locking the door. You close the toilet seat to sit down on it afterwards. Your face falls into your hands. What is genuinely in the air tonight? You can’t be attracted to Jimin. Not him. Everyone but him.

It must be alcohol, the situation, the location. Not him. It must have been everything else. Yes. Everything else. The night is filled with tension and it would have happened with anyone you met.

You lift your head from your hands, knowing deep down that you just lied to yourself, but you don’t want to dwell on that thought for too long. It was just the tension in the air, not because Jimin is messing with your head. Yes. It was just the air. Nothing else.

“I have to find Tae”, you decide, “he’ll help me come to my senses. Yes, that’s what I have to do.”

And with that silly excuse of a plan you decide to leave the stall.

“Ah!” you yelp, stumbling back when someone is right in front of it, waiting for you. “Jimin, oh my god you just scared the living shit out of me.”

He is standing right in front of your stall, staring at you with dark eyes.

“Good thing we’re in a toilet then”, he says, making you laugh.  

He doesn’t laugh. He just stares.

You push yourself past him to wash your hands.

“What are you doing here? You’re aware that that’s the lady’s room, aren’t you?”

Jimin watches you with piercing eyes. You dry your hands, turning to him when he doesn’t say anything.

“What are you doing? Did you just come here to stare?” you ask him.

Jimin moves in so close that you have to crane your neck to look at him.

“What are you doing?” you whisper.

Jimin moves in just enough that his nose brushes over your skin and his lips are almost touching yours. You feel lightheaded, gawking at him with widened eyes. And yet you can’t pull away, something keeps you locked on him.

“Push me away”, whispers in a rasp.

“What?”

“Push me away”, he repeats, eyes flitting to your lips.

You know what he wants to say with that. Push me away and I won’t do it. Push me away and this never happened.

You can’t move away, eyes finally flitting to his lips.

The truth has been spoken and Jimin knows what to do. He cups your face and pulls you into a kiss, making your knees buckle because of it.

You break it with your hands pushing at his chest.

Jimin pulls you closer again, chasing your lips. But you move away, hands cupping his face just so you can tilt his head up. Your heart is racing like crazy.

“I don’t know if we can do that” you lie.

“Oh come on. Stop pretending as if you’re not feeling it as well.”

“Feeling what?”

Jimin pulls you into the kiss, pushing at you gently to get you to move.

Your knees buckle, you claw at his shirt, stumble back until your back hits the door. Somewhere far away you hear him lock it. His knee claims the emptiness between your legs to press right against your barely clothed pussy. You break the kiss just so you could gasp. 

“This”, he rasps, “you smell so fucking needy”, Jimin growls, chasing you with his puffy lips parted and his eyes glued to your mouth. He grips your hips with one hand, guiding them over his muscular thigh. He doesn’t miss one beat, making your hips dance to the music outside.

“O-oh god”, you stutter.

He kisses you as an answer, fingers twisting a bundle of your hair at the nape of your neck and tongue chasing the taste of your kiss. He fucking loves the way you taste – he has done so ever since he drank you blood in the practice room – he loves it so much, sucking on your lips with gluttony in his movements. 

You writhe, gripping his corseted waist to pull him closer. You blame the booze and the setting. You shouldn’t be so sickeningly attracted to Jimin and yet at this moment, you are. Everything about him. The way he is dressed tonight, the way he moved on the dance floor and laughed with you outside. How he couldn’t stop letting his eyes run over your body when he touched Taehyung and how you couldn’t stop looking at him. Jimin is right. You’re so fucking into him right now.

You grab him and force him to turn. The kiss breaks as Jimin lets out a throaty chuckle, back colliding with the door and head tilting back to reveal his thick neck to your eyes. His black hair is ruffled, hanging into his face in messy strands. His makeup is smudged from the intense kiss.

“Fuck, you’re hot”, he rasps.

“Shut up”, you spit, pulling him into a passionate kiss. 

Jimin moans, forcing your pussy back onto his thigh. His foot is propped up on the door, his thigh muscles are tensing in this position, feeling hard and rough against your pussy. The friction is maddeningly good, keeping you wanting more and more. You try not to think about it for too long. No thoughts. Not one thought. Just sensations. Messy hands, sloppy kisses, sculpted thighs, hungry moans. No thoughts, just sensations. If you start thinking, you will realise what the fuck you are doing right now and then it will start haunting you.

Jimin pushes himself off the door and picks you up from the floor just to bounce you in his arms twice. You wrap your legs around his middle, twisting his hair. The friction against your pussy feels so fucking good. You are messing up his clothes with your pleasure because of it. Wet and slick. Hot and sticky. So fucking sweet, Jimin thinks as he smells it, so goddamn fucking sweet. His hands slip under your shirt, forcing the material to punch up until it exposes your lower back fully. The kiss doesn’t break, on the contrary, Jimin tangles his tongue with you, moaning with his whole chest as he stumbles to the sink. 

“Ah, what”, you gasp, squirming when he sits you down on the wet, cold surface. 

“Say it”, he rasps, tugging you against his torso. Your pussy grinds against his corset like this. The leather feels sticky against your pants.

“Say what?” 

“Say that you don’t want this.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I’m gonna fuck you against this sink until you’re sobbing.”

You moan without wanting to, fingers hooking in his belt to open the clasp. Jimin understands, hooking his finger in it to rip it off his body. The ruined piece of leather gets dropped on the floor. 

“That was Tae’s belt.” 

“I’ll buy him a new one”, Jimin dismisses you, hooking his fingers in your pants, “one last chance.”

“Do it. Less talking.”

Jimin undresses you hastily. Your pants are around your ankles. He hooks his fingers in your panties and rips the fabric easily, putting the ruined panties into his pants pocket.

“For Tae”, he says and smirks when this makes you squirm, “I bet he’d rub one off to it.”

“You are both insane.”

“Thank you”, he rasps and takes his cock out, pulling you closer by the small of your back. Once he is happy with how close you are, he grabs the nape of your neck, forcing you to keep up eye contact as he begins rubbing his cock against your clit. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The friction is better than anything.

“Fuck”, you let out, chasing him with a roll of your hips. He feels so cold against your burning skin, making you crave more just so you can warm him up.

Jimin growls and kisses you, tongue chasing you instantly. He is really fucking into this. You’ve been messing with him for too long. Jimin thinks that it started way back when hadn’t died yet. Till this day he sometimes thinks about the kiss you shared in the alleyway as you were chased by granny vampire. He knows that you only did so as a cover up, but Jimin still can’t stop thinking about it. Just as he can’t stop thinking about the way you touched his mark that night. Your touch lingers on his skin even long after you stopped feeling him up. Maybe it’s because you are the prey he could never truly have, but Jimin can’t take it anymore. He has to have you. 

He pushes inside, breaking the kiss.

“Fuck”, he hisses, shivering upon being engulfed by your hot cunt. You’re better than he imagined you to be. Wet, hot, soft, tight. No wonder Taehyung can’t get enough of you. Your cunt’s like heaven. Jimin chases the sensation with a confident thrust of his hips, forcing more of him inside your soaked pussy.

You mewl, squirming against him.

“Too much?” he asks. 

“N-no”, you croak, “fuck”, you gasp, arching your back eventhough your pride is hating you for it.

“Shit”, he lets his saliva drip from his lips, “I want you”, he growls darkly and tugs your shirt and bra to the side just to cup your right breast and lean down to suck gluttonous hickeys on the flesh.

“Fuck, Jimin”, you gasp, arching into his touch with too much vigour.

Jimin growls. He is not gentle. He sucks hard and bites even harder. His grip is strong, punishing even. All while his cock is making your pussy wet and throb around it. He begins chasing the feeling, hips slamming into you to the hard beat of the music.

“I fucking want you”, Jimin growls, “you should be mine. Since the beginning. You should have been fucking mine.”

He curses and bruises your skin as he sucks on your tits. 

“Ah!” you squeak, meeting him with desperate squirms. This isn’t intelligent fucking. This is raw, stupid fucking between two people who know that once the thinking starts, it will feel wrong and therefore the fucks needs to be hard and fast. No thinking, just fucking. Desperate, greedy fucking. 

You twist his hair, scratch down the back of his neck, arch into him. Your pussy is making the wettest sound mixing with Jimin’s excessive slurping and the slap of his skin connecting with yours. 

“Fucking mine. You were mine. All mine”, his voice is dripping in gluttony, his hips are punishing. Almost as if they wanted to punish you for choosing Taehyung over him all those months ago. 

And he does. Right now, with your pussy creaming his cock and your skin bruising for him, Jimin wants to punish you. You were supposed to be their food. Their newest prey. And what did you turn into? Taehyung’s lover and Jimin’s biggest rival for his heart. And now he has you where he wants you to. Alone, weak and turned complacent by cock. Jimin finally got you. The prey he could never have. And he is fucking gluttonous for you.

Jimin moans, releasing your pulsating nipple. It is so fucking sensitive that you spill tears now that it is aching in the cold air each time he abandons it in sake for the other. You whimper when he bites down especially hard, scratching down the back of his neck because nothing else could help.

The pain of it forces Jimin to break away. He lets the saliva break and looks at you with eyes dark and half lidded. Black veins are spanning down his cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, thrusts becoming harder now that he has you pulsating around him, “feel good?”

“Y-yeah”, you stutter, squeezing your eyes shut as you grasp the edge of the sink. You are getting fucked on a sink and with your clothes ripped to shreds. Holy fucking fuck, this is actually happening.

“Of course you do, I fuck like a fucking king”, he growls and wraps his hand around your throat.

“Ah!” you gasp, throwing your head back, “oh god.”

His eyes lower darkly as he watches the pleasure wash over your face. His fingers tighten on your throat, cutting off your blood and making you gasp for air. 

Your head pounds, breathing is really fucking hard. Panic. It gets you off to panic. You hate that it does. You squeak and gawk at him, hitting his chest as you fight for air. 

“Why are you so hot?” he spits, chasing you with harsh thrusts, “what’s fucking wrong with you?” he growls, deepening his grip, “you’re not supposed to be so fucking hot, you fucking- urgh fuck, why do you keep occupying my mind? Huh?”

He punishes you with a harsh thrust, forcing your back to hit the mirror. He tilts your head back, making you squeak for air. 

“Why do I want you so fucking bad?”

“Jimin”, you croak, hitting him harder.

“What do you want?”

 “Air.”

“Air?” he laughs maniacally, “why should I give you air? I should fucking kill you for messing with me.”

“Please”, you squeak.

“Fuck, you’re weak”, Jimin spits, releasing your neck. 

You gasp loudly, arching your back as life returns to you. Holy fucking shit, you feel high. 

“That's it, keep fighting. You’re so annoying, no matter what I try you'll always come back won’t you?” Jimin growls and grabs you just to sink you back down on his cock, pulling you into a rough kiss as he does. You can’t help but moan into his mouth, tightening your arms around his neck to pull him closer. You fuck yourself on his cock, meeting his movements sloppily and desperately. 

He grunts, bottoming out over and over and over again as he shows you just how good he can fuck. In and out, in and out, in and out. He makes sure to show your pussy who makes her fucking weep right now. 

The kiss breaks just enough for him to speak. “That’s it. Pull me closer like the greedy, little slut you are”, his words make you spiral, the kiss which follows steals your breath.

You have to give it to him. This is a lot more enjoyable than you thought sex with him to be. He is so much deeper than you thought he would be, using the melodies of outside to bounce you even better on his thick cock. His pubic bone rubs against your clit with every bounce whilst his once busy fingers grip your hips, making your toes curl.

“Jimin”, you whimper against his lips, voice pitched.

He raises his head, locking his eyes with you.

“Yes ___?” he rasps, voice heavy in arousal.

“F-feels good”, you say, despite the embarrassment you are feeling in an instant. Look at you. You are getting fucked by Park fucking Jimin, trembling on a sink in a public bathroom. 

“Yeah? Tell me how good my cock makes you feel”, he growls, angling his hips differently. He soaks up the way your face scrunches up in pleasure. “Tell me”, he orders, repeating what he had done before, “tell me how good that feels. Tell me. Fucking tell me.”

You still don’t completely like Jimin. Mostly because he is a self-obsessed dick. Yeah he is Taehyung’s best friend and he did redeem himself by dying or whatever, but you can’t particularly stand him. This right now however? Feels otherworldly. It is rough, angry and with enough danger that it gets you off. Exactly how you fucking like it.

“Good”, you whimper, digging your nails into his shoulders, “so good. Oh god.”

“I knew it”, he smirks, “I fucking knew it. Such a slut, you’re such a slut”, he growls and moans, burying his face in the crook of your neck just so he can kiss you sloppily.

You wail loudly, clawing at his back as your pussy feels in paradise. His neck kisses are so rough, bordering painful to the point where you feel dizzy. Oh so dizzy. So fucking dizzy. Holy shit, you can’t breathe. Oh god you you’re so dizzy. 

Jimin thrusts his thick cock against your sensitive spot and sucks on your neck. 

“Jimi-”, you squeak out and cum. 

Hot. Rough. Aggressive. Forced. 

Jimin forces the hardest, most insane orgasm out of your trembling body, fucking into your pulsating cunt with angry, harsh thrusts. 

You hate that you are wailing and moaning and sobbing for him, but you can’t help it. He is so fast and strong, letting his powers control him, and that type of fuck feels so fucking good. 

Jimin growls against your neck, sucking harder and hungrier the more you scream and orgasm. 

You think that you are doing it a second time. You can’t tell as the first one never really died down and only got stronger. You blame the hot feeling of his cum shooting up your pussy for it. He fucks it out of you just as he is fucking it right back into you, moaning against your neck and slamming his fist into the mirror right beside your head just so he doesn’t break you. It shatters on impact, leaving deep imprints on Jimin’s ivory skin. 

He pulls his hands out of the shards, gripping you by the side of your neck just to tilt your head back. Fuck, his knuckles hurt. It’s better than hurting you though. Jimin thinks it is. He hates that he does, but it’s true. He cares for you enough that he doesn’t want to actually hurt you. Look at him. Goddamn fucking hell. He is cumming because of you. Fucking hell.

“Fuck”, he presses out, panting heavily. His hips slow down, staying snug against you so your pussy was still filled with his cock. He is rocking into you slowly, riding out your highs in lazy gluttony. He could go again. He could bury himself into you over and over again until you are drained. His body demands it. Every fiber aches for more. 

Jimin grunts and fights for air, gripping the edge of the sink as he forces his hips to stay calm. His instincts want to kick in. Jimin inhales deeply, shuddering. He tells them to calm down, to stop being a fucking Glutton for once. 

You feel so fucking dizzy and lightheaded, holding onto bundles of his hair as your only support. Breathing is difficult for you, your neck hurts from his kisses. You are also pretty sure that you can feel your pulse in your pussy. 

Jimin tilts his head, pressing the flat of his tongue against your cheek. You are so tired that you let it happen. He flicks it and purrs deeply. 

“You fucking cried”, he rasps, “they taste so good”, he adds and connects his lips with your cheek, kissing it softly. 

The gesture leaves you confused and flustered. 

Jimin lifts his head, eyes flitting to your neck.

“I”, he blinks as if he was surprised, fingers touching his lips, “I didn’t”, he whispers.

“What?” you ask, touching your neck, “ah? Ouch, it hurts. What did you do?”

You push him away, pulling your shirt back into place and turning to look into the shattered mirror. 

“You bit me!”

“I didn’t mean to”, he says, shaking his head, “it’s because you turned me on, I didn’t mean to”, he says, cupping your cheeks, “I didn’t mean to, seriously.”

“Why would you bite me? Oh my god, it’s bleeding so much”, you say, pressing your hand to your neck as tightly as possible.

“I didn’t mean to. Your neck was so close and you smelled so good a-and my, my fangs brushed it. It was an accident”, he insists, “hey stop. Stop wiggling.”

“It hurts.”

“Here uhm, here”, he keeps you hostage by pressing his body between your legs, forcing your head to turn back to him with two fingers under your chin. He bites his own wrist and offers it to you, “drink.”

“What? No, why should I drink your blood?” you say, shaking your head vigorously.

“You’re bleeding.”

“So? I don’t want to drink your blood.”

“Do it, you don’t want Tae to worry, do you?” He pushes his wrist closer to your lips, “drink.”

“No, fuck off.”

“Drink please. I’m sorry, I didn’t wanna bite you."

“Put your wrist away, I don’t want to drink your blood.”

“Drink.”

“No. You’re a Glutton.”

“So? Then don’t die. Easy”, Jimin says and lifts his wrist, “drink.”

“No.”

“I will rip that ring off your finger and force you if you don’t follow. Drink.”

“Why are you like this? I told you no, didn’t I?”

“Drink!” he growls and then presses his wrist against your lips

“Mmgm”, you let out in surprise, widening your eyes when that familiar burn of blood is scraping down your throat. You wiggle and squirm, but Jimin keeps you on him until your wound is healed. Then he pulls you off of him with his hand in your hair.

You cough, holding your throat because it burns like crazy.

“Better”, he says and presses you closer to the sink, “now stay”, he says and turns the water on and with the help of his hand in your hair, cleans off your neck.

“Why did you do that?” you choke out.

“Tae can’t know about this. Do you hear me? It, it never happened”, he stutters as he washes your neck roughly.

“Ah Jimin. Stop being so rough.”

“Stay still. I’ve got to clean you up.”

“We could have thought of something. Why did you force me?”

“What could we have done? This was the only way”, he insists, avoiding eye contact.

“You are so fucking awful sometimes. I’m telling Tae, I’m serious. What if I die? He needs to know.”

“Don’t tell him, I didn’t mean to bite you”, he says, tugging your pants back up.

“So? He still needs to know. I’m in danger now”, you say, letting out a little whimper.

Jimin stares at you in shock. He gawks, fingers on your pants stilling.

“It was an accident, I already said that I’m sorry. Don’t tell him”, he says in a shaky voice, avoiding eye contact. He tugs you closer to the wall, keeping you sitting on the sink with his hips against yours. He dries off your skin with some paper towels, holding you by the back of your head to stop you from wiggling away. He dries your tears as well, avoiding your eye contact at all cost.

“Why not? He needs to know. You just- oh my fucking god, I have your blood in my system. Oh my god, Jimin why did you have to do that?”

“Don’t tell him, please.”

“No. You hurt me.”

“Fine. Then tell him”,  he interrupts you, stepping so close you can smell his blood soaked breath swirl over your face, “go on tell him that I drank your blood without permission. Tell him and see what this does” he hisses, sending you a dark look, “you think he’d still want me here? No. I’d have to leave and you’d be the reason why his heart is broken again. You will be the reason why he loses his best friend again. All because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. So go on, tell him.”

You feel your stomach twist in disgust. Of course he would resort to blackmail at some point. Why did you think that someone like him could change? You look away, not bearing to see him any second longer. Maybe if you would have, you would have noticed the immense guilt and regret washing over his face and staying there with the intention of lingering for the rest of the night.

Jimin clicks his tongue and places his jacket around your shoulders and then steps back, “let’s leave. I’m sure Tae’s already wondering where we went off to.”

He intertwines his fingers with yours and tugs you outside. The air is stuffy, the hallways are dark, you collide with too many people until finally the dance floor with its flashing lights and bright smoke is revealing itself to your eyes. You barely take in any of it, getting dragged down further and further into the horrifying panic you are feeling.

You have Glutton blood inside of you. And you can’t even tell your love because it would break his heart. You are so scared. Feel so guilty. You can barely handle the burn in your stomach.

That is where you meet Taehyung. He is standing by the bar, looking worried until he meets your eyes and the worry gets replaced by relief. With a big grin on his lips, he makes his way to you, welcoming you back by grabbing your hips and pulling you snug against his hips.

“Where were you?” he calls over the loud music, “I was worried about you. I looked everywhere for you.”

“I,I”, you stutter, feeling sick to the stomach. Should you tell him? Should you be honest? Should you tell him that you were just bitten by Jimin in the bathroom only to get his cursed blood in your system? Taehyung looks at you with such sparkly eyes that your silence makes you feel sick.

He moves closer and furrows his brows.

“What’s the matter, darling?” he asks, cupping your cheek.

“Taehyung I just-”

“She was with me”, Jimin throws in, draping his arm over your shoulder so roughly you know that this is his warning to stay quiet. He even slams his chest into you, knocking the air out of your lungs. To Taehyung it looks like drunk stumbling however.

“With you?” Taehyung lifts his brows. He studies Jimin’s face, then yours and Jimin’s jacket on your shoulders, “oh dear”, he seems to realise. A big smile washes over his face. “Finally”, he says and giggles excitedly, “oh, I was hoping that the two of you would fuck”, he says and massages your hips tightly, “darling, we need to have a threesome very soon. I promise you, we are such fun.”

You are so overwhelmed. By everything. The secret. The fact that Jimin just bit you. The fact that you could turn into a Glutton in the next three days. The surprise that Taehyung wanted you and Jimin to fuck. And that he is asking for a threesome as if he practically waited for the day you would cave in. And you don’t blame him, because he didn’t fuck up, you did.

He pulls you closer, holding you with his big hands on your back. His lips are on your neck instantly, nibbling and sucking on the spots where mere seconds ago Jimin had bit you. The deep moan rumbling in his chest lets you know that Taehyung suspects nothing.

“You smell so sweet”, he rasps, “darling, a good fuck always makes you smell so good”, he lulls and purrs. His hands dance down to your ass, giving it a tight squeeze, “is that right? Did Jimin fuck you good? Mhm?”

“I, I can’t breathe”, you choke out.

“What’s the matter?”

You push yourself away and then stumble to the exit. You have to get out of here. You are being eaten up alive by your emotions. You can’t breathe. Your eyes burn. Air. Please someone give you air. Please help.

You collide with someone outside. You can’t see them, stumbling past them without acknowledging their presence.

“Darling!” you hear Taehyung’s voice somewhere far away.

Holy shit, what have you done? Why did you drink Jimin’s blood? You could be a Glutton soon. You could actually turn into a Glutton. You just gave the curse roots in your body.

You collide with the ground and then it happens. With a painful convulse, your stomach empties itself. You are retching and gagging, feeling oh so incredibly awful. The blood makes it burn unbearably and yet you can’t stop. It’s spilling out of you, giving you no control over it.

“Darling”, Taehyung kneels down next to you. He places his hand on your back, patting it softly to make it easier for you, “oh darling. Did you drink too much?”

You gag again, convulsing oh so painfully. It burns. Throwing up blood burns just as much as it does when you swallow it. Maybe it burns even more as throwing up hurts on normal days already. It really hurts so much. You cry. It hurts so much.

“Oh no, this must be awful. It’s okay darling, let it all out. I’m here now.”

“Tae”, you sob, wheezing for air, “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologise darling. It happens to the best of us”, he assures you oh so sweetly, caressing the back of your head, “just don’t fight it. You will feel better afterwards.”

The gagging stops. There is physically nothing inside of you anymore which your body could get rid of. But the tears continue. They stream down your face heavy and hot, ruining your makeup.

You stare at what you had just done. The darkness of the night hides its true colour. It must be black. Black as the blood which is still rooted into your veins.

“Fuck”, you croak, “holy fuck. Taehyung I have to-”

“Here”, Jimin interrupts you, “drink this.”

You turn your head. He forces a bottle of water into your hand. His eyes are dark in warning.

“Yes darling, drink it”, Taehyung says, opening the bottle for you, “drink, it’ll do you good.”

“Yes ___, drink”, Jimin presses out through gritted teeth, lifting his brows in a way that lets you know that right now he is telling you to swallow down whatever you wanted to say and drink that stupid water instead.

You whimper, spilling tears which hardly affect him. Or so you think. The moment you look away, the guilt returns to Jimin’s features.

“Come now, drink”, Taehyung speaks to you in a soft voice, soothing over your hair.

You turn to him. There is no darkness on his face. Just worry.

In an instant, he reaches out to dry your tears, giving you a reassuring smile. 

With shaking fingers you lift the bottle to your lips and begin drinking. The water is cold. As if it was fresh out of the fridge. Jimin must have purchased it in the club. It would be a sweet gesture, if you didn’t know better. He didn’t do this because he was worried and wanted you to feel better. This is part of his plan to make it look as if you were too drunk.

You feel drunk. You know that you aren’t because you didn’t drink a lot tonight. You still feel drunk however. Dizzy, far away and not like yourself. You are aware that this is the panic and guilt playing your body like it’s a game. It’s the worst feeling have you ever experienced.

“Tae, I want to go home”, you press out.

“Of course”, he says and picks you up gently, “come now, relax against me sweetest. I’ve got you.”

He takes two steps with you in his arms when he turns and looks at Jimin.

“Jimin, aren’t you coming?” he asks.

Jimin looks at you, grinds his teeth then looks at Taehyung.

“Sure, I’m already coming”, he grumbles, jogging to catch up with you.

You don’t see the guilty look he sends you, as you are hiding away in Taehyung’s shoulder, soaking his shirt with your guilty tears.  

What have you done?

You aren’t alone when you enter the apartment. The lights are turned on and the television is blasting sounds.

Seokjin is still awake, relaxing with a random movie and a glass of blood. He turns his head even before you could announce yourself. He watches as Taehyung sets you down.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Seokjin is on his feet and by the door instantly. 

You stumble while your eyes are out of focus and your arms seem to tangle weakly. 

“Holy shit, ___. What happened? You look awful.”

“Seokjin I-”

“Nothing happened. She’s just drunk, a total lightweight. She threw up all over the streets”, Jimin says and picks you up after you stumbled again, “I’ve got you”, he says and hurries upstairs. He whispers into your ear when you are far enough away, “stay quiet. Hear me?” 

Seokjin and Taehyung follow you, appearing by Jimin’s side. Jimin lifts his head again, sneaking a suspicious glance at Taehyung.

“Are you sure that she’s alright? She looks like death.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong”, Taehyung says, soothing you by rubbing your back, “maybe someone drugged her drink? I didn’t see.” 

Nobody drugged you. At least not like humans drug other humans. Jimin did. Jimin drugged you with his blood and now one wrong step and you could turn into a Glutton. You aren’t clear in the head because anxiety is quite literally making you feel disorientated. 

“Take her to my room. Right here”, Taehyung tells Jimin, opening his bedroom door.

“Don’t worry my darling, it’s really not far anymore”, Taehyung says with unbearable worry in his voice. 

“Shouldn’t we take her to a hospital? What if it is serious?” Seokjin asks. 

“I thought that I could give her some of my blood if it gets worse.”

He misses the way Jimin looks to the side because of it.

“Tzt”, Seokjin seems displeased, but won’t dwell on it right now for the sake of you. 

But no hospital could help you. No amount of Taehyung’s blood could help you. Your veins were filled with a cursed secret and you were slipping further and further away from reality.

Seokjin is talking to you. Taehyung says something as well. 

You can’t hear them. Well, you hear them but they are far, far away from you. As if you were underwater sinking further and further down into darkness.

Hands are on your body. Someone is talking to you.

You feel hardness hit your back. Maybe this it's the ocean floor. 

Fire. Stinging, unbearable fire. It rains down on you and makes you gasp for air. It burns. It is so hot. It is so loud. Rushing in your ears. 

You can’t stop shivering. Your muscles ache from tensing. Your teeth are sensitive from clattering. 

The fire stops, leaving behind wet skin. 

“I’m sorry”, Taehyung’s voice is clear in your ears again. 

You peel your eyes open, blink in disorientation.

You are in the bathtub, propped up against the wall.

You lift your head. His face is in your vision, pulled into a grimace of utter worry. His shirt and pants are soaked as he is kneeling in front of you with the shower head in his hand

“Are you feeling alright? I’m sorry for doing this to you. I had to get you back to me”, he says.

You look around the room. It’s just the two of you.

“I sent the others away. I had to get you out of your clothes. They were full of sick”, Taehyung brushes his wet thumb over your cheekbones, “did Jimin hurt you?”

“Tae”, you press out and sob. The dam breaks. Like the water once raining down on you, all it took for you to break was his safe presence. 

“He did, didn’t he? Did he force himself onto you?”

You shake your head.

“So what else? Oh my darling, what did he do to you?”

You are hurting oh so much. You want to tell him what happened, but you can’t. You physically can’t bring yourself to speak the words. You would break Taehyung’s heart. That’s what Jimin said. The truth would hurt him and it would be your fault. Solely imagining such a future forces your chest to tighten in anxiety and guilt and for your tears to feel unending.

“N-nothing”, you choke out, shaking your head.

You don’t want to break his heart. You don’t want to lie. Please someone take this burden from you.

“It’s, all too much. It’s too much.”

“Hush, it’s okay. You’re back home now, nothing will hurt you here”, he whispers and picks you up.

He sits you down on the edge of the bathtub and wraps a warm, dry towel around your body. 

His arms engulf you, pressing you against his strong chest. You are still shivering, but at least your muscles ache less.

“You can tell me anything, I promise you that I won’t be angry at you”, Taehyung whispers, kissing the crown of your head repeatedly.

“Tae, I have to-”

“I’ve got some water”, Jimin interrupts you, entering the room right as you were about to confess the secret.

Oh you want to cry. Why is he always interrupting you? You sob louder, hiding away in Taehyung with your trembling fingers barely managing to hold him.

“Put it on my nightstand”, Taehyung’s voice is cold, “did you hurt her? I swear to god if you did something she didn’t consent to, I will make sure you truly die”, he snarls at Jimin.

“I didn’t”, Jimin stumbles back, “I swear. I hate nothing more than sexual predators. You know that. I wouldn’t hurt her.”

“I sure hope you didn’t or else you can go back to where you came from.”

Jimin closes his mouth, looking at you with panicky eyes.

“I, I didn’t”, he whispers, shaking his head vigorously.

So Jimin was right. Telling Taehyung would ruin their friendship and break his heart. Oh no, Jimin was right. He was right. You can’t tell him. You sob. Why is this happening to you?

“Leave us alone”, Taehyung hisses at Jimin.

“But I can help.”

“No. You’re making it worse. Leave.”

Jimin glances at you. “Fuck”, he presses out and leaves with his stomach twisted in nervousness.

The door closes.

Taehyung turns back to you, squatting down in front of you.

“I’m here, my sweetest”, Taehyung is speaking to you again, soft and full of love, “wrap your arms around me and let’s get you into some clothes”, he speaks softly, picking you up with ease to carry you outside. 

He sets you down on the armchair and squats down before you, keeping his hands on your thigh to make sure your mind stays with him.

“I will take off your towel, is that alright?”

You nod your head wordlessly, sobbing into your hands.

Taehyung takes off your towel so he could pat you dry.

So now you are before him naked and with a sickening secret on your tongue. Never before have you felt more uncomfortable with being bared in front of him. Like this, it feels as if he could see right through your lies. 

Your cheeks burn as new tears spill out of you. Taehyung wipes them away, just as he dries your body carefully. Your legs and feet first, then your torso and arms. And lastly your face. He works carefully around your nose and ears, doing his best not to tug on them in any way.

“There we go, you’re all dry now. Come now, wrap your arms around my neck.” 

You obey. Taehyung lifts you to carry you to bed. 

The door opens just as he manages to pull the blanket over your body. 

Seokjin seems to be back, he has Yoongi and Hoseok following him. Jimin sneaks into the room as well, hovering behind them like a nervous shadow.

“What the hell happened?” Yoongi sounds angry in worry. 

“Why would you bring him?” you hear Taehyung ask. He sounds scared. 

“Because he knows what to do”, Seokjin seems to answer him and then their conversation dies out in your ears.

Yoongi is calling your attention. He is by your side in the blink of an eye, holding your hand, “she’s ice cold. What did you do to her?”

“Nothing, I didn’t do anything”, Taehyung says, voice sounding distorted in guilt, “she was fine until suddenly she couldn’t breathe anymore and seconds later she threw up. I didn’t do anything.”

“Tch”, Yoongi sends Taehyung a dark look then turns to you. He cups your face, runs his thumb over your cheekbone, “princess.”

Your eyes, once restless in anxiety, focus on his face. 

“Yoongi”, you press out, “Yoongi, please don’t let me die.” 

The plead was heavy in your desperation. It was urgent. Oh so urgent. Please don’t let me die and come back a Glutton. Please don’t let me turn into this. 

“Hey, of course not”, he doesn’t know of the grandiosity however, “I’ll keep you safe. I’ll always keep you safe.”

“Promise me Yoongi, please.”

“I promise you”, Yoongi says and squeezes your hand, “I promise you with all my heart.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know, I can smell it. But don’t be. You are drunk, very drunk so it seems. I can smell the booze, it’s so strong”, you don’t miss the icy glance he sends at Taehyung, “and that state feels awful, but you’ll feel normal again come tomorrow. I promise.”

“Can I? Can I really be Normal?”

“Yes princess. You can be normal, I promise. It’ll pass, I promise.”

“Yoongi please hold me”, you beg, crying heavy tears.

“Come here”, he says, picking you up from bed to cradle you against his chest. He makes sure that you are wrapped in the blanket to cover your bared body from the looks of others, but also to keep you warm. You are shaking like crazy in his arms and you are ice cold.

“Thank you”, you press out and cry into the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay. I’m right here”, Yoongi whispers, turning to leave.

Taehyung steps in front of him. Yoongi stops and scowls.

“Where are you taking her?” Taehyung asks.

“My room, I’m not leaving her with you.”

“But I can take care of her too.”

“No you can’t. You couldn’t even stop her from getting so fucking drunk. You’re a great boyfriend aren’t you? Do you even know how reckless this was? What if she fell and hurt herself or stumbled into a random vampire’s arms and he bit her?”

“Don’t put this on me. I truly monitored how much she was drinking because I didn’t want her to go through something like that. I don’t know what happened, you have to believe me”, Taehyung defends himself.

Yoongi clicks his tongue and bounces you in his arms to fix his grip, “at least you brought her home safely. I’m taking over now.”

“Do you truly trust me that little?”

“I’m taking over now”, Yoongi hisses through gritted teeth, flashing Taehyung his real eyes.

Taehyung stumbles back and closes his mouth, knowing that it was time for him to shut up.

“Okay”, he gets out, “fine. Take over. Fuck”, he hisses then turns to you, touching your back, “I’m so sorry darling, I really didn’t want you to get that drunk.”

“I know.”

“Oh darling”, he says and pouts, “I feel terrible. I’m so sorry that I didn’t take better care of you.” He places his chin on your shoulder even if that makes Yoongi frown and almost move you away from him. “I’m truly so regretful”, he confesses and lowers his forehead to your shoulder, “it won’t happen again, I promise”, he whispers.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault”, you say, speaking the truth. It wasn’t his fault.

He inhales you deeply and shudders.

“Oh darling”, he whispers, “Yoongi is right. The alcohol is overshadowing everything. I can’t smell anything other than alcohol. I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s okay”, you tell him quietly. 

“You should sleep. It’s the best remedy against too much alcohol”, Taehyung says and makes sure you are tugged in safely, “Yoongi is going to stay with you and I’ll be just next door. Nothing can hurt you anymore.”

Yoongi looks at Taehyung one last time. He is so angry, but doesn’t let it show for your sake. He knew that entrusting your wellbeing with him would be a mistake. He never should have trusted him that much. 

“Tch”, he turns his head away and leaves, followed by Seokjin and Hoseok. He makes sure to bump his shoulder with Jimin on the way out with such vigour that the latter stumbles back with a pained groan.

The door falls closed and Taehyung is all alone with Jimin. He turns, touching the side of his neck.

“Fuck”, he presses out, “what happened, Jimin?”

“I, I don’t- listen, Tae, listen I don’t know what happened. Serious.”

Hoseok and Seokjin follow you to Yoongi’s room, watching you shiver in his arms with worry in their chests. Yoongi places you down on his bed, making sure the blanket still covers you and then steps back to get some clothes.

You reach for him when his hand slips from yours but you feel too exhausted to truly hold him close. So Yoongi steps back and makes space for Hoseok and Seokjin.

Seokjin places a glass of water by your bedside table. 

“You should drink this, it will lessen the hangover tomorrow”, he says.

Hoseok places a rubbish bin next to the bed. 

“I learned this trick during my college days. If you need to throw up, just do so in the bin. Works wonders, it really does”, he says and then nudges your shoulder, “hang in there ___, don’t forget to stick out one leg to ground yourself. You’re our strongest soldier tonight, I salute you”, he says and does a big salute, looking oh so adorable doing it.

You give them each a weak smile and watch how they retreat back to Yoongi. They are talking quietly, but you can still hear them.

“She seems to be really drunk”, Hoseok says, “I couldn’t smell drugs on her, just booze.”

“Yeah neither could I. She reeks of booze though, it overshadows everything else”, Yoongi says and looks at you, “fucking Tae and his cunt best friend, I never should have let her go out with them.”

“I’m sure that she appreciates that you are not acting like a controlling boyfriend though”, Seokjin says.

“Yeah, totally. Controlling partners are a huge ick”, Hoseok agrees, “she’s a grown woman and very capable of deciding if she wants to go somewhere or not.”

“Mhm, I know”, Yoongi nods his head, “now leave, I have everything under control.”

“Yeah”, they both nod their heads then send you a reassuring smile.

“Sleep tight, ___”, Seokjin says.

“Yeah and don’t forget to put your leg out of the blanket if you’re too dizzy”, Hoseok says.

You nod your head. They leave seconds later, abandoning you with Yoongi.

You close your eyes and exhale shakily. You feel so defeated. A part of you had hoped that Yoongi would be able to smell that something was off. That something about you carried a burdening scent to you and that he would expose Jimin’s secret that way. If he had, then you wouldn’t have to carry around such a big secret. But Yoongi couldn’t smell anything, because of all the stupid alcohol you consumed tonight. And so you are still left with the terrible secret gnawing at your insides.

You didn’t even realise that you were crying again until you feel Yoongi wipe them away with his healing, always safe touch.

“Don’t cry my princess, I’m here now. You’re safe”, he whispers and with it, calms you down. He calms you down because having him close again reminded you that for as long as you have Yoongi by your side, nothing will hurt you. You won’t die in the next three days because Yoongi will be there to prevent it. Jimin’s curse will leave your body again and you will be able to live on. 

You peel your eyes open, realising that he is kneeling by your side. His face is mere inches away. Looking into his eyes feels like coming home.

“Yoongi”, you croak, seeking refuge by cupping his cheek weakly, “please don’t leave me.”

“Of course I won’t leave you. The fuck you talking about, you drunk baby?” he says and kisses your palm, “I could never leave you. Now come, sit up. I’ll give you one of my shirts.”

“The really comfy one, please.”

“Of course”, he smiles sweetly, moving closer so he could nudge your cheek with his nose, “only the comfiest clothes for my princess”, he whispers, making you giggle because it feels good to be his princess.

[adamsart]

Because of Walter Livingston I had great adventures as a young man that no one else around me had. Usually we kept the fact I was only 13-15 years old to ourselves usually telling people that I was 19 which no one questioned because there’s no way any normal 13-15 year old had the knowledge I had already. I could not only carry a conversation with older people I fit right in. I know others may have a unfavorable opinion about my streetdad and the fact he was ok smoking drinking and getting high with a 13 year old boy but I would give anything to have him back in my life he was one of the best people I’ve ever known he provided a safe environment where I was free from peoples hate and constant attacks. He took a lot of heat for allowing me to be his friend from all of the neighborhood haters or the local ward I should say. Being called a pedofile by that congregation was truly a pot calling the kettle black. Walter was definitely misunderstood by the Mormons just like I was. He always called me BadMan never Adam it was always BadMan get me a whiskey or BadMan check that chick out. It’s the only street name I have ever gained and I still miss hearing him saying it to this day. Rest in peace. So let’s try to get back on track where was I going with this? My backstory that’s right. I’m sorry this is the condensed version believe me. So after 2 years in the alternative school from hell and 2 years of Utah paper, getting locked up, running away, and a relationship with a 25 year old blond nymphomaniac named Megan, which I’m torn weather was good or bad I mean at the time I sure felt pretty special all my friends dads were all living vicariously thru me and my sex life as a young teen. However I don’t know how healthy it was having 8 hour freaky fuck sessions nightly doing things that I didn’t even see watching porn a lot of biteing choking really rough sex it was her goal to make me hold my cum as long as possible but to get me as close as possible before she did something like biting my neck hard enough to draw blood or scratch me so hard the nail marks didn’t heal for weeks. I often looked like I had gone the distance with mike Tyson the morning after with my hickys bite marks and bruises visible for the world to see. This was the first time I got to experience the joys of being cheated on. She wrote me everyday I was locked up even sent me pussy juices and LSD on her letters and I left her the first day out after I smelled her and how fishy it was. I knew she was a nympho however I didn’t think she was going to dick somewhere else when her 14 year old boyfriend was locked up. Man I was green. So in a nut shell I was a 15 year old that was more like a 30 year old based on life experience. That’s when I was forced to leave Utah by the courts. My only other option was to keep me locked up until 21. Interstate probation to Easton Pennsylvania in the PJs south side. White bread Utah to a school that was 65% black and a neighborhood that was 85% black fuck I was scared to death lol. Coming from Utah where people ostersized me and being most hated I had learned to live as a loner. I tried to be the loaner but it didn’t last two seconds in Easton. People wanted to get to know the new kid. I had a new black friend before I even got on the bus at my neighborhood stop. I was uncomfortable with the attention for sure. I all the sudden had lots of girls that were interested and more than once I was the token white guy at party’s of 60-80 kids lol. I don’t dance but was not allowed to sit down between dances. My guy friends tried to throw shade but only cause they wanted to be me lol. So total culture shock had to learn a new language cause I couldn’t understand anyone the slang back East is way different from the west coast language I was used to. This was probably the first time I felt loved by my family. My aunt melody was a saint she made sure to focus on the important things like my school and getting good grades and being safe about what I was doing. It was ok to smoke weed in Mel’s eyes

[bluecookies02]

Dabi x Reader- cûm soaked silk

Summary: You're the league's relatively new addition, during a fight Dabi saves you, immediately catching your attention and clouding your mind. Eventually after a row of success the league organizes a party and Dabi comes over so the two of you can prepare.

Warnings: cum play, creampies ,throatfucking, light alcohol consumption, pinning, panties theft.

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Here you are once again waking up at 2 in the afternoon. With a quick stretch and desperate grasp for consciousness, you feel the familiar pain of a long night spent gathering supplies and fighting the trash that calls themselves heroes.

Thankfully, it was a night full of victories for the LOV so the pride you feel is stronger than the strain on your tired body. In everything you remember from last night, one moment sticks out so clear that you can't help but blush and let a smile escape the corner of your lips.

"A little danger looks good on you."

That was the most Dabi had said to you since you joined the League. A small-time hero aimed their quirk at you and your heavily scarred teammate was quick to throw you against the nearest wall, his body covering yours. There was nothing but anger in your heart and a lust for blood painted on your face until your eyes met his stunning blues.

All it took was those few words from his all too calm voice and that lazy, lustful look from his heavy-lidded eyes...you were hooked. With a final stretch, you tried to shake him from your mind.

Freshly showered and with coffee in hand, you grabbed your phone off of the nightstand. You skimmed your missed messages to get an idea of the day ahead of you. Nothing unusual. Some blood-soaked selfies from Toga, early morning ramblings from Twice, a short but thoughtful message from Kurogiri thanking you for your efforts last night, and a lackluster message from your boss inviting you to attend a gathering at the LOV hideout for a few drinks and to officially welcome you into the fold.

Well, at least you had something besides a mission to look forward to. You'd been wound so tight for months doing everything you could to help the league and uphold Stain's ideals. You needed tonight. Besides, he might be there. Before you had the chance to shame yourself for letting him back into your thoughts, your phone rang. An unknown number.

You got out a sleepy, half-hearted, "Hello," before you heard it. That honey-coated voice that caused a chill to run the length of your spine before his warmth washed over you.

"I see our crusty leader is throwing you a party. That's quite a surprise. So when are we going?"

Like always, he was so matter of fact. So sure of himself and set in his intentions. As much as his words made you want to melt into the floor, he said a little danger looked good on you, right? Fine. Then you would live dangerously.

You caught your breath before meeting his cool tone with your own subtlely beckoning statement. "Why don't you come over and we'll discuss it over a drink? If you've got my number, I'm sure getting my address should be just as easy for you." He let out a chuckle, wicked and low.

"See you in an hour dollface."

With that, you both hung up. Your heart was going to implode. What had you gotten yourself into? You bit your lip and smiled. It took no time for you to pick out the perfect outfit. No worn-out villain clothes tonight. No. This called for something exceptional.

A little black dress, some thigh high stockings, and the perfect lace lined lingerie would get you more than just a passing glance from the stapled stud you had set your sights on. As you laid the outfit neatly on the edge of your bed, it hit you. "Shit." Your alcohol-fueled stress relief had left your house completely dry. Whatever.

Fashionably late with a bottle in hand seemed better than facing this man without a little liquid courage. A quick text and you were out the door. "Heading out for a bit. Give me 30. Let yourself in and get comfortable."

Getting your address was simple. He was a man on a mission and after last night, he had a hunger. Saving you was the first thing on his mind during yesterday's battle. You were reckless and he could relate to you. A woman with convictions was his weakness. In a world full of fake meaning, your passion was as fiery as his quirk and he wanted more. Needed more of you.

The thoughts that crossed his mind after pinning you to that wall were less than noble. He wanted to feel you, to sink his teeth into your soft flesh. God he hoped you were a fighter behind closed doors too. Maybe he could overpower you.

He wondered if you knew how much you had him worked up and if you were just as desperate for a release as he was. Before he knew it, he was at your front door. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket.

"Get comfortable? Alright, doll. Let's see what you're all about."

He was surprised upon entering your apartment.

"Pretty classy place for such a reckless fighter. What are you hiding in here, little miss?"

He was eager to get to know you better. He couldn't simply flop onto the couch and kick his feet up. He knew you were more than a simple yet dedicated member of the league. You had dirty little secrets somewhere and he was out to find them. A few unlabeled pill bottles in the bathroom, empty champagne bottles in the kitchen...nothing too out of the normal considering your line of work.

When he finally made his way into your room, it was as well put together as the rest of your flat. He sifted through your nightstands and found...nothing. He let out a little sigh of defeat and sat next to a small pile of clothes on the bed. Running his hands under your pillows in a last ditch effort, he finally found something.

"So you are a naughty girl. You don't disappoint after all."

His wicked smirk was a sight to see as he held your toy in his hand. He had seen these before in a questionable marketplace. So he knew two things for sure; you had taste and he wanted you even more now. He'll make you forget you even own that little toy.

He was praying that this was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to your kinks. He made a mental note and tucked the vibrator back under your pillow.

He moved his attention to the outfit you had delicately placed across the mattress. If that was what you were planning to wear tonight then you knew exactly what you were doing to him. He could imagine the way that tiny dress would hug your curves and tease him with glimpses of all the places of your body he wanted to devour.

The fishnets were a filthy addition and he might let you keep those on while he had his way with you someday. His thoughts continued to spiral and he could feel his growing erection pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.

That's when he saw them. There they were. Those perfect, lacey little panties. His hunger for you hit primal levels as he grabbed your panties off the bed and tugged at the hem with his teeth. His free hand was already rubbing his aching cock through his pants as he imagined sliding those panties over and letting himself inside you.

Oh, the sweet moans you would make. How would his name sound when it rolled off your tongue as you begged for him to wreck you? He knew you wouldn't be back for another 20 minutes and he couldn't hold out any longer.

He made quick work of laying back on your bed and freeing his now rock hard cock from its clothed cage. He grabbed the black silk panties and wrapped them firmly around his base as he began pumping and stroking.

He bit his lower lip at the electric feeling taking him over. He was a man possessed and he would get his release by any means necessary. The veins along his shaft were throbbing as he thought of you all dolled up and desperate for him. He wanted to know how you would look on your knees ready and waiting for him. He could almost feel your hips gripped tightly in his hands as he imagined ruthlessly hammering every inch into you. His deviant thoughts and the feeling of your panties sliding sweetly along his length was an intoxicating combination. His other hand reached for his heavy balls, massaging them, trying his best to spoil himself for the remaining time he had.

All it took was the thought of your pussy gripping and welcoming him inside you with that black lace causing the perfect amount of friction between your swollen lips, clinging desperately for that pathetic amount of friction-... He couldn't help himself. Thick, hot ropes of cum were coating the cotton lining of your panties, his release overflowing and pulling all the way to the base of his cock.

He milked out the last few drops and watched as they soaked into the thin fabric.

Well, this would either get him kicked out of your flat or he would get the confirmation he needed that this overwhelming lust was mutual. All he knew was that he needed a drink.

With perfect timing, you returned home with a bottle in each hand just as he had placed the underwear back onto the bed and got himself situated on the couch as though nothing had happened.

Your heart almost skipped a beat. You assumed he would show up so that was no surprise. What you hadn't planned for was just how good he would look; the track lighting of your apartment showcasing him like a work of art. He looked so comfortable, so natural sprawled out on your furniture. Like he had always belonged there. This was your home but his presence filled the place. Fuck, what you would give for him to fill you instead. Before you could fall even deeper down that rabbit hole of attraction, he greeted you as only he would.

"So are you gonna pour us a drink or are those just for show?"

You felt the heat rise in your face and you could only imagine the color of your cheeks as he let his eyes work their way from the whiskey in your hands to the rest of your body. "Sure thing. Gimme a sec. And I said to get comfortable, not scuff up my table with your big dirty boots, ass." His little laugh was warm and kind despite your attitude. A few drinks, some light conversation, a couple of shared nervous laughs and glances...before you knew it, it was getting late. A nice buzz enveloped you as you excused yourself.

"Not so fast, doll. Where do you think you're going?"

The look in his eyes made you weak. You couldn't tell if it was the slow burn of the whiskey or the equally smoldering quality in his tone that made you blush. "Sorry, blue eyes. I gotta go get ready. You don't want me missing my own welcome party, do you? Behave while I go get dressed," you giggled. That laugh, innocent and a clear give away to your inebriation, was enough to cause his desire to come bubbling over.

He was one sip of whiskey past the point of being calm and he needed you. He quickly made his way behind you, grabbing your hips and leaning in to whisper in your ear...

"You should know by now, behaving is not something I do, hopefully, you can behave like a pretty little thing you are. Now let's get into that cute little room of yours and you're going to get changed. Slip out of those clothes and give me a nice show."

With those words, he gave your neck a few light kisses making sure to let his lips trail your skin before pushing you lightly towards the room. You were a warm mix of goosebumps and giggles. You were going to give this man anything he asked for, do everything that left his mouth before even finishing his sentences.

This was happening and you wondered why it hadn't happened sooner. The look in his eyes was ravenous and you were ready and willing to let him feast. The second you both made your way into the bedroom, your body was against the wall; his own body covering yours once more. This time, however, there was no battle, no rush, and the only dangerous thing in the room was the man staring you down with lust in his eyes and whiskey on his tongue.

You began unbuttoning your blouse and it was as if he couldn't pepper your skin with kisses fast enough. His lips worked every inch that was exposed as you tilted your head back and practically ripped your shirt the rest of the way off. The blouse fell behind you as Dabi's teeth lightly grazed your neck.

His left hand made its way up to the clasp on the front of your bra. He looked down unhooking it with ease as your breath hitched in your lungs. He let his lips and tongue playfully work down from your neck to your now exposed breasts. His bottom lip was about to glide over your nipple when he suddenly stopped and looked at you with that wicked half-smile.

He grabbed your chin and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. His original intention was to make it quick but the two of you were swept away in the burning taste of cheap whiskey and overwhelming desire. His arms wrapped around your waist as your hands softly glided through his hair and over his scarred cheek.

With a final soft bite to your bottom lip, he pulled away. "Is everything okay?" The aura about him had changed to something far more dominant and primal.

"I said put on a show, babe. So let's see it."

He sat back on the bed as he looked over your figure. You couldn't tell if his stare was more anticipatory or predatory but either way, you were soaked and dying for his skin against yours. You turned around and looked back at him with a dark and coy smirk before facing away.

You slid your hands down your body until they made their way to the zipper on the back of your skirt. As the small metal tab fell, Dabi bit his lip and felt something else rise up. You placed your hands on the wall above your head and spread your legs lightly.

You gave your hips a little shake and the skirt fell to the floor. Turning around to face him, you ran your thumbs across your hips and into the waistband of your panties. You teasingly lowered them barely an inch. His eyes lit up. That's when you snapped the band and let the panties back up. Slinking towards him, you placed yourself between his legs with your arms around his neck. "I think you should take these off...Don't want to have all the fun to myself."

"I thought you'd never ask, babe. But you'd look better in these. Why don't we change things up a bit?"

With that, he picked up the little black panties from the outfit laid out on your bed. You blushed. Now you were wondering what else he had seen. As you took them from his hand, you noticed something felt off about them. Your fingers slid across the slick and sticky substance that was still warm. Suddenly it hit you and felt your own temperature rise. "Dabi did you..."

"I said...put them on....go on."

His voice was deceptively calm but inside he was on a one-way track and there was no stopping him tonight. His cock was literally aching to be inside and the thrill of seeing you slide those panties on, getting you nice and coated with his cum before he had even entered you; It drove him right over the edge.You shyly slipped off your panties and began to put the others on. You stopped with them about halfway up. "Babe, I dunno. Is this really...."

"Looks like you need a little help."

Before you could blink, he had come right up to you and pulled the cum soaked panties the rest of the way up. You barely had time to catch your breath and enjoy the feeling of his lips so close to you when he began to run his fingers over your clothed slit and press his still warm fluids closer inside you. When he heard a small moan escape your lips and felt the silk against his fingers go from dampened by his own doing to soaked with your juices, he knew he had you.

He let his fingers slide past the fabric and past your folds trailing his sticky cum along them. He dipped two fingers into your cunt, pushing his cum into you, picking up the gushing out liquid each time it dared to drip out of you.

With just two minutes of that, he was throbbing and you were crying out, begging to feel him inside you, begging to get a fresh coat of cum in your greedy pussy.

"All fours, on the bed...Now."

With a firm slap to your ass, you did just as you were told. Only, he didn't get behind you like you were expecting. No. After quickly undressing himself, he stood before you hard and ready. Your jaw dropped and you were about to tell him how bad you needed it but he grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eyes.

"You're gonna be a good girl and get me nice and wet before I let you feel this cock filling you up and stretching that pretty pink pussy of yours. Do you understand?''

You nodded as he moved his hand to the back of your head and the other to the base of his cock. He guided you forward and you let your tongue gingerly trace the veins of his shaft before wrapping your lips around. With every pulse of his hips, you would play with his tip and graze it with your soft tongue before taking him all the way into the back of your throat.

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. A few expletives left his lips as you let out soft moans and began to drool, his length becoming a bit too much to handle. Your mouth became a sloppy mess, his cock twitching each time your throat tightened around him. He could feel himself getting warmer and dizzier, the sight of you splattering around his length, your eyes watery and your hands struggling to keep you up made it unbearable for him to hold for much longer.

You can feel the mess dripping onto the sheets as you rub your thighs together.

He slides out of your mouth with a small pop and runs his thumb across your lips glistening with spit. The look you gave each other said enough as you arched your back and he made his way behind you.

His earlier fantasy was becoming a reality as he put one hand firmly on your hip and used the other to slide his tip up and down your warm and aching lips. He let go of both just long enough to grip the sides of your panties and burn them clean off. He yanked away the remaining fabric and lined himself up with your quivering entrance.

"Is this what you want, gorgeous? Hm? Do you need it?"

"Yes! Please Dabi! Fuck! I need it.C'mon.Please." And with your final desperate cries...he did just that. His every inch slid into you just right. His cock twitched as soon as he bottomed out, his hips jerking into you out of instinct.

He was the only man you knew who could pound your pussy so ruthlessly while his hands still explored your body so sweetly. it was intoxicating, addictive. You needed more. You needed him. Despite him holding your hips down, you managed to sway your hips just right, meeting his thrusts one by one.

He watched you gasp and loose balance, dropping on your forearms as you buried your head into the cushion. He admired the way your pussy took him so well, his cock disappearing all the way in and then coming back out. He was hazed, forgetting how much time passed as he plowed in and out of you, the intoxicating rhythm putting a strain on his muscles as he couldn't have it in him to slow down.

You were a teary mess, whines and cries coming from your sore throat as you begged for him to make you cum.

With another hard slap across your ass and more praise for the way you took him so well...that was it. You couldn't take it anymore. He was pounding that spongey spot just right and his hands were sending shivers through you. You couldn't hold back anymore and he could tell. You were clenching down on him as he continued to slide in and out. He grabbed you by the waist, towering over your back as he held your body flush to his.

His pace deep and more meaningful, his cock dragging along your velvety walls that were squeezing him of every drop he had left. The feeling of him throbbing as his warm cum painted your insides white threw you over the edge, your legs shaking as he continued with small ruts into your shivering cunt.

You were breathless, smiling, and spent. To your surprise, so was he. His blue eyes half lidded and his breathing ragged.

He carefully slid out of you and you both fell back into the mattress. After taking a moment to appreciate his sweat sheened body you sheepily asked, "Soooo...about the party...?"

"Yeah, yeah. It was great, wasn't it? Now shut up and come here," he said teasingly, welcoming you into his arms.

You're not sure when you fell asleep with your head on his chest or how you ended up with this man in your bed but you were happy to sleep in that day, your body already hooked on the warmth of his embrace, begging for it to not be just for this one night.

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So that was a wild ride, the backstory about this one is kinda long but i'll keep it as short as possible.

One day this lady jumped into my dm's (a few moths ago) requesting a Dabi x Reader x Overhaul fic.

Hovewer I didn't exactly get to it yet, but we continued talking throughout the months, her mentioning how she would love to start writing but was too scared of messing something up.

So we came up with a rough idea about dabi jerking off in the reader's panties and it went uphill from there!! Drafts and drafts, massages and thirsts we collabed on this and ended up with this little 4k word thing. So taking all of this into consideration, if you liked this spicy fic go give a follow to @issamomma the mentioned lady and a wonderful woman and now my dear friend.

Like,comment and reblog with ideas you might want the two us to collab on again. Hope you loved it and enjoyed it as much as we enjoyed writing it.

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So you wanted requests? Can I maybe get a breeding kink with Ransom Drysdale? I feel like we don’t see that a lot and dammit we should! And maybe if you have time, Henry Cavill realizing he’s in love with his girlfriend? Like maybe she does something cute or funny and it just hits him that he loves her. Anyway I hope you feel better soon! Toothaches are the worst 🥺

Hey love, sorry for the long wait! Been trying to work more on my WIP’s and my collab. I’m gonna reply to this with the main request you put in with the Ransom breeding kink and then i’ll do a separate post for the Henry Cavill request.

I really hope you love this and i agree, this is something we don’t see enough of. 

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Warnings: Smut, language, fluff, praise kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, oral (male receiving) and spit play (sorta, i guess) 18+

Word Count: 3,225

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @definitelysoftransom go check them out 💙

Knock You Up

As a woman who firmly believes in romance and all of that mushy stuff, it sure is questionable as to why you’re in a relationship with Ransom Drysdale. He’s everything you should detest and yet you don’t, you adore him. 

He’s the only man you’ve ever been in love with and you cannot see that changing anytime soon. 

You’ve lost count of how many times your loyalty and love for Ransom has been questioned. Friends constantly ask and say

‘but why are you with him?’

or

‘you deserve better’ 

But you brush them off. Even his family, his own flesh and blood call you out on your apparent terrible choices. You just put it down to them not knowing him the way that you do. They don’t see the other side to him, the side that feels, loves and has a kind heart. 

Of course he isn’t always that way, he has a temper, he loses his cool. He kicks off, throws stuff, shouts and screams. And that’s just the aftermath of one of his family parties. Which you’re at right now.

You’ve been here for an hour with your boyfriend of 2 years and you’ve had just about enough of their digging and sarcastic remarks about your relationship. It’s like they are always mocking you. Making fun of you behind your back and to your face even, they have no shame. No remorse.

“What did you just say about me?” you speak up, after listening in on their conversation for long enough now “i’m sorry” Walt turns to face you, watching as you stand in the doorway, sipping at your drink.

“You heard me. You’re all having a jolly good time mocking my love life, the relationship i’m in with Ransom, why don’t you explain yourself” his smile soon drops, he’s straight faced, staring you down as he scoffs “i’m good thank you” you just chuckle as you walk over to him. 

You kneel down in front of him, your eyes locking on his “if you can’t explain yourself, the jokes you make, the digs. Then i suggest you keep your ugly mouth shut” you mutter, earning gasps from everyone in the room. Including Ransom who is more shocked at your attitude and bravery. You’ve always been the type to just sit pretty and ignore everything whenever you’ve attended a Thrombey party. Not tonight though, no, tonight you’re finally sticking up for yourself and your boyfriend. 

“He’s your family and you all treat him like dirt. You should really take a good look at yourselves in the mirror, because you’re all disgusting” you stand up as you speak, glancing over at Ransom who starts laughing, unable to hold it in, you laugh too.

“God i’ve spent 2 years holding all of that in and i’m so glad to finally say it. Walt, you’re a stuck up, old as fuck, ugly hearted bastard. Joni, you’re a money grabbing, selfish and self centred bitch. And as for you two, Linda, Richard. I’m glad that i don’t have to play nice with you anymore. The pair of you should have never been allowed to be parents. Ransom might be a lot of things but at least deep down he has a kind heart and one of the best personalities i’ve ever had the privilege to see. But you wouldn’t know that would you? Because all you’ve done his whole life is throw money his way and pray for the best results. It’s sad. Tragic even. Come on Ransom, we’re leaving” you strut out, Ransom follows closely behind.

Once you’re in the beamer, he crashes his lips to yours. It’s fiery and passionate.

“Have i ever told you just how much i love you?” he says as he turns the key in the ignition before stepping on the gas to get the fuck away from all of them.

“You might have a couple of times” you giggle, his free hand finds yours as he drives, holding it and intertwining your fingers before lifting it to his mouth so he can press a couple of quick kisses to your hand. He really worships the ground you walk on. 

And that just makes you love him more. He treats you like a princess whilst also fucking you like the whore that you are for him, every day and night. 

He pretty much speeds his way back to your shared place, well it was his place before you moved in and now it’s both of yours. Courtesy of Harlan Thrombey of course. One of the few members of Ransom’s family that you actually have the time of day for.

Ransom pulls up to your house and as soon as the engine stops, he’s rushing out and jogging round to your side to help you out, as he always does. He pulls you from your seat, lifting you up into his arms before kicking the door shut and continuing to carry you bridal style inside.

“Ransom” you squeal as he smacks your ass before putting you down.

He spins you around, making you go dizzy. 

“You were on fire tonight baby, might have to rile you up more often” you smack him playfully on his chest, rolling your eyes as you do so.

“I’m sorry i know they are your family and all and i’m supposed to just keep out of it but they make it so hard to do that when they are constantly bashing you and mocking what we have” you say, you can hear the care in your voice. How much he means to you and how much the relationship means to you. 

“It’s fine baby, really. I know i joke about it and play it off but really it’s fine. It stopped getting to me years ago. All that matters to me is you and our life together. Nothing else can faze me” you stand on your tip toes, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck to pull him down to meet your lips. Which of course he does. 

Your lips fit together so perfectly, it’s almost as if you were made for each other. 

And you believe that you were. You’ve always been a firm believer in soulmates. Someone for everyone, even Ransom Drysdale. A man who most would describe as an asshole. But even he found someone, he found you. The only woman that can bring him to his knees, the only person that knows everything about him that there is to know. 

You know all of his sweet spots, all of his kinks, all of his secrets. It took him a while to get there but when he did, it was so special. When he finally opened up, properly. 

Like the first time he cried in front of you, it broke your heart. It was actually the night you first slept with him. You were a virgin when you first met him so naturally, you made him wait. 

You really weren’t kidding with the whole ‘he’s the only man you’ve ever been in love with’ thing. It’s the truth. 

“I love you so much, you know that right? I never want to lose you, i want to be with you for the rest of my life” you say, cupping his face with your small hands, making sure to give him direct eye contact so he can see you properly. 

“I know. I love you too, i’ve never felt like this about anyone. You’re never getting rid of me now baby, you and me forever” you smile before diving back into the kiss. 

Tongues battle for dominance and teeth nip at bottom lips as you both tug at each others clothes. There’s a strong hunger that’s become very prominent since you left the party. Actually no, the hunger you have for each other is always prominent. You always crave each others touch and kisses.

“I want you so badly” you moan out as you remove his grey cable-knit sweater and he removes your tank top. You jump up, letting him catch you and you wrap your legs around his waist. He starts walking to your shared bedroom, laying you down on the Egyptian cotton sheets. Soft to the touch. Makes it even harder for you to leave the bed every morning.

“Do you have any idea how turned on i am by you?” he starts, removing the rest of his clothes and his boxers before hovering above you “you sticking up for me against my highly dysfunctional family and putting them in their place” you giggle from his open mouthed kisses as they begin at your jawline and trail down to your neck.

“No but i’m sure you can show me just how much” he pulls away, giving you the look. The look that even by now you know means he’s taking you up on that request. And boy will he show you how much he loves you and how hard you make him.

He gets off the bed and stands at the foot of it, signalling for you to join him and when you do he glares at you “do i even need to ask you pretty girl?” you shake your head no as you sink down to your knees, taking his hard cock in your small hand and pumping it a couple times. 

You give the tip a couple of kitten licks to rid it of the pre cum that’s leaked out during the lead up to this moment. He groans as you take him in your mouth for the first time, throwing his head back and letting his mouth fall open slowly “oh god, just like that. Such a good girl” he praises, taking your hair in his hands to hold it up and out of your face, letting you really go for it.

And you do.

Saliva drips from the corners of your mouth and he stills your head so that he can take over “that’s a good little cock slut” he mutters, his thrusting pace picks up, grunting and groaning each time you gag and splutter all over him.

All of a sudden he pulls out. He bends down to pick you up and throw you onto the bed like you weigh nothing.

“You like sucking daddy’s cock, hm? Like causing a big mess all down yourself baby?” you nod, biting your lip “yes daddy” he smirks, as he wipes your chin.

“Open that mouth for me” you do as you’re told, opening nice and wide for him. He hovers over you once again, lowering his head and spitting into your mouth “like that huh? want me to do that to your cunt, spill my cum inside of it after i fuck you senseless?” you can’t help but feel more turned on as the minutes tick by. He’s always been able to get you crumbling so fast. He knows all the tricks.

“Yes. Please cum inside me”

He slowly removes the rest of the clothes that cover you up. The bra that hides your breasts. You arch your back, allowing him room to unhook it before tossing it behind him, setting them free. He leans down to show them love. Pinching the hardened peaks in his fingers before taking one in his mouth. Sucking and biting.

He shows the same amount of love to the other nipple before pulling off with a pop.

Next up are your jeans, he slides them off once undoing the button and pulling the zipper down.

And now you’re left in nothing but your red lacy panties. He licks his lips, growling as his eyes rake over your figure “so sexy”. His fingers hook into the waistband before he removes them in an instant. Like it didn’t even take him a second to do it. 

You spread your legs for him, giving him a good show “look at this” he grazes his knuckles over it before pulling his hand away and tossing your panties. 

Once they are on the floor he kisses his way back up to your sex, starting at your legs. You feel shivers all over your body as he gets higher, the pool in between your legs is growing more and more with each one he presses to your skin.

“Please, hurry. I need you” you beg, gripping onto the strands of his hair. He just tuts “so desperate to be fucked, to get stuffed full of my cum aren’t you?Well not so fast baby, let daddy take his time” you arch your back as your head falls back down to the sheets underneath. 

“I need you now though, i need your cum now” he chuckles, as his face is now inches from your soaked pussy “oh you need it do you? And why’s that sweetheart?” you just hum in response, enjoying the feel of his breath on your clit. 

“I asked you a question baby” you prop yourself up on your elbows “i love how it feels when you spill your cum inside of me” you lie as he licks across your folds briefly before pulling away.

“Let me guess. You want my cum so you can have my baby is that it? Should know by now that you can’t fool me sweetheart” you feel your cheeks heat up at the embarrassment of your broody side coming out, now of all times. 

“Wait, no. That’s not it” you lie again. The thing is, Ransom is a lot of things but one thing you’ve always assumed of him is that he’s not the father type. That kids will never ever be a thing he wants. You don’t want to scare him away with how you feel. Lying is the best option right now. You don’t want to kill the buzz.

“Now now, don’t get all hasty. My woman wants a baby, she’s getting a baby” your mouth hangs open in shock as he moves upwards so that his head is level with yours. He presses a quick kiss to your forehead before lining himself up with your entrance. 

“So wet for me, just the way i like you”

He slams in without warning, not that you expected one. It’s Ransom. You should be used to it by now. You grip onto his biceps, letting him ram into you again and again. With each thrust you move further up the bed. Your legs wrap around him, pulling him in even deeper, you need to feel him deeper.

“Daddy” you moan, your toes curl “you like this? Like me fucking this tight cunt, stretching it out nicely” you nod, biting your lip as you cup his face and pull him down for a kiss. 

The kiss soon turns into a make out session to which you break away from, taking his tongue with you as you suck on it before he licks his fingers and presses them down onto your bundle of nerves.

“SHIT” your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling every nerve in your body going crazy at how good he’s making you feel. All the hairs standing on end, goosebumps appear. 

The tip of his cock pokes at your g-spot and you can quite literally feel him in your stomach at this point.

“Want me to cum inside this pretty little pussy?” he moves his hand from your nub to your stomach “want me to put a baby in here? hm? would you like that sweetheart?” you can’t even muster up a single word to respond to him with. The pleasure is mind blowing and toe curling. You know if things continue like this then you won’t last much longer.

“God i want to knock you up so badly, make me a real daddy” he chuckles “you’re gonna make the best mother. Nothing like mine. You’re gonna care for our child like mine should have” his pace is rendering on animalistic at as the coil twists and twists.

“Gonna watch you glow as you carry our child” 

“Yes. Ransom. Fuck” he keeps going “make you my wife some day huh? would you like that? To marry me, be my wife?” all the words that you never expected are leaving his mouth as he grunts and growls, shocking you to your core. 

You never imagined him to ever want marriage or kids and yet here you are. Discussing it as he fucks you so good. As he pushes you close to a state of pure ecstasy and pleasure. 

“Yes, i want that. I want all of that with you, please, give it to me. Fill me up daddy, give me your cum” he lowers his head, burying it into your neck, kissing and sucking.

“Fuck, i’m gonna cum daddy, make me cum” you whine, reaching your hands around to his back, scratching at it as you let him send you toppling over that cliff for your sweet release. 

Your walls flutter around him deliciously, gripping onto his cock and keeping him from leaving you completely. 

His thrusts go from fast and rough to slow and hard, he’s close now. You pull his head from your neck so you can look into his eyes as you say “give me your cum baby, make me a mommy” and that’s all he needs to fall.

“Fuck”

“Gonna fucking knock you up”

“Give you a baby”

“My little fucking whore wants to be a mommy huh? Then she’s gonna be a mommy”

“That’s it. Keep squeezing my cock like that sweetheart, milk me”

“Fuckkkkk, i’m cumming” 

Soon enough you feel him twitch and spasm inside of you before the warmth of his seed spurts inside of you, painting your walls and doing exactly what you both wanted, filling you up.

“god, that was incredible” he pants, falling down onto the bed, beside you. You both just lay there, trying to take in everything that’s just happened. 

Everything you both just said.

“So you want a baby” you speak up, breaking the silence “i do. I never thought i’d ever say that but i do. But i only want one with you, i only want any of that serious shit with you” he turns on his side, you join him. 

His thick digits trace their way down your arm and eventually falling onto your waist and resting there.

“I didn’t think you were after all of that?”

“It’s you Y/N. You do this to me. How have you done this to me? I never wanted any of these things before and yet with you, i want it all and nothing else matters except from you. You’re the only person i care about” 

“I love you so much Ransom”

“And i love you, more than you know”

You kiss him quickly.

“I guess now this means more sex for us, we won’t make a baby doing it twice a day”

You squeal when he picks you up as he gets off the bed. He carries you over to the bathroom and into the shower.

“You gonna let daddy fill you up again baby?”

You just nod as you feel him slide inside of you, his cock still hard. How is that even possible. Once the shower is turned on and the water cascades over your naked bodies, he pushes you up against the wall. Picking his pace up gradually.

You can’t wait to spend forever with him.

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Mine - kinktober - day 18

Jimin X reader

Yandere warning

I do not condone the behaviour of Jimin in this fic it is purely fictional. Is this is not for you please check out the other kinktober fics I have, none of the other 17 are yandere related

F!masturbation f!oral

It is the first time in a long time you and all of your friends have managed to get away. Six of you had rented a three-bedroom villa in Cyprus. Roommates had been decided long before the trip had even begun

“I get to stay with Y/N” Jimin had called as soon as the reservation had been booked. You laughed at his eagerness. The two of you had been best friends for the longest time it had seemed like the obvious choice, but it was nice to have the reassurance. You had met Jimin while you were in high school, the two of you had attended different institutions but somehow you’d kept bumping into him – at sporting events he’d be there, randomly in town he’d be there, at the most obscure parties he’d be there sipping a drink eyes meeting yours whenever you walked in the room. You’d always joked that fate just wouldn’t let you not be friends. Actually, before you truly became friends you had attempted to make a move on him. Beyond drunk in some football players back garden, you clumsily dropped hints and tried to kiss him. Instead of taking advantage he just took you home. After that, your friendship was solidified. You never really broached the way you’d acted that night. It was buried deep in the rich history of your relationship.

Once settled in the villa, the six of you were lounging around the pool trying to decide what to do that night.

“We could go for a meal? Couple of cocktails? Nothing big we did just get here” someone suggested.

“Oh come, we should definitely go crazy, lets go skinny dipping on the beach” another proposed. Jimin’s gaze fell to you waiting to see how you’d react to the suggestion. He wanted nothing more than to see you naked, but he didn’t want others prying eyes to see you that way. You should be his… only his.

“How about we go half crazy half chill and go clubbing?” your idea coming as a happy medium, the group nods in agreement. You and the other two girls in your group rush to shower and prepare, readying yourself for selfie upon selfie in beach themed clubs. The guys however hang back soaking in the remaining rays before spending considerably less time preparing for the evening.

Once on the clubbing strip it doesn’t take you long to lose most of the group. You make plans to meet back at the taxi rank at 1am and everyone is gone, the boys running in the direction of the bar offering the cheapest beer, the girls into the bar with the hottest guys. You glance along the line of bars and decide on the one in the middle after seeing a girl walk out with the fanciest cocktail you’d ever seen.

You make your way to the bar and order the fruitiest drink on the menu before making yourself comfortable on a barstool to wait. This bar seems to be relatively quiet in comparison to some of the others. It also provides a nice vantage point for you to watch the world go by, occasionally seeing your friends go with it. Not normally one to stray without at least one friend around it makes a nice change of pace. When your drink arrives, you find yourself chatting with the charming bartender in between his customers. He tells you all about what the locals get up to when the tourists disappear. They have huge beach bonfires with tons of food and drink that go on well into the next morning. He even invites you to the next one they were planning a week from now, just before you leave. The two of you are chatting for hours, you get through six of those cocktails before you even realise you are drunk. Its well passed 1am when Jimin finds you still sat there.

“Y/N” the worry is evident on his face as he approaches you “We were so worried why weren’t you at the meet up point? Why didn’t you answer your phone” you glance at the long abandoned electronic.

“I’m sorry Chim I didn’t realise” your words slur slightly, and you can see the anger flash behind his eyes. You mistake it for anger at you for not keeping your promise. You hop down from your perch on the stool and lose your footing. Jimin catches you before you fall and keeps his arm secured around you. He starts to lead you away but not before you can give the bartender your number. Jimin delivers you to the rest of your friends before heading back into the bar, claiming to need the bathroom.

He marches up to the bar seething

“How could you let her get like that” he spits at the guy you had been talking to.

“Dude she’s a big girl, she can handle herself” he just shrugs it off and turns to go back to other customers but the singer isn’t finished.

“You don’t know her like that! You should’ve just left her alone. She doesn’t need a pretty boy like you in her life” the other man is at least half a foot taller than Jimin and twice as broad, but he doesn’t care. All he can think about is how careless he had been letting you out of his sight, letting someone else flirt with what was his. Luckily, the bartender just scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Look she didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend, ill back off it’s all good” he puts his hands up in surrender and Jimin accepts, if only because it will start to look suspicious if he is away too long. That and he has already been away from you long.

The next few days are filled with uneventful beach days and house parties. You were gutted that the cute guy hadn’t texted but moved on regardless. Today the boys were supposed to go off and play golf or something, honestly you had kind of zoned out when they started talking, thinking of all the things you could do when you finally had your bedroom alone for a few hours. Of course, it was great sharing with your best friend, but there are certain itches you were unable to scratch with someone else in the room.

You waited until they had been gone for a while before excusing yourself and drawing a bath in the ensuite in your room. You sink into the water and allow the heat to loosen your muscles. Your music is blaring through your headphones to block out the other girls having a water fight downstairs. You stretch one leg over the bath to give yourself better access and start to imagine all the dirty things you would have done to that bartender given the chance. It’s not long until your thoughts drift to the friend you swear you only thought of platonically.

The boys return from their trip earlier than planned, the golf course was closed for the day, so they had gone for lunch instead. Jimin headed straight upstairs, assuming you’d be outside with the others. The sight he is greeted with makes him immediately hard. You’d left the bathroom door open, enjoying the breeze from the AC mixing with the steam from the water. The sounds tumbling from your lips were sinful. Jimin’s hand move almost involuntarily to his bulge, palming himself through the thin material of his board shorts. Moans that mimic yours pour out of his mouth, getting so loud you can hear them through your music. You cease your motions, but Jimin is so caught up in the thought of you he doesn’t notice until you scream.

“Jimin!” you shout throwing a shampoo bottle at his head as punishment for perving. But he doesn’t leave. In fact, he comes straight in and replaces your hand with his own. You are so shocked by the daring action your convinced it’s a dream. That you’ve fallen asleep in the tub fantasizing about him, and it manifested in your unconscious mind. That is until you realise even your brain couldn’t make you feel this good. His thumb rubbed expertly at your clit as two of his fingers explored your hole, curling in just the right ways. His eyes never once leave yours, daring you to ask him to stop. You don’t think you could if you wanted to, your mouth too busy moaning at every thrust of his hand.

Your orgasm comes quickly with the new assistance, and as you come down you really take in the situation.

“Jimin…” you start but your cut off as he lunges forward lips on yours. The kiss is desperate, almost like there’s something to prove. You return the passion, emotions from that drunk night many years ago resurfacing. He pulls away breathing heavily, unwilling to take his hands off your body. The body you are suddenly aware is naked, as if he didn’t have his hand on your most private area just moments ago. The blood rushes to your cheeks as you bite at your lip, unsure of where to go from here. You opt to go with whatever he chooses to do next. He feels around a pulls the plug out of the tub before bringing forward a fluffy white towel and wrapping it around you.

He carries you from the bathroom and places you on the small sofa in the corner of your shared room, before kneeling in front of you and looking at you like an eager puppy waiting for a walk. His hands trail up your thighs and you open them for him. He takes in the sight of your puffy lips, as if committing them to memory. Then with little hesitation his head surges between your legs, lapping hungrily at your sex, lewd whines leaving his mouth in time to the sounds being drawn from your own lips.

“This should be mine, all mine.” The vibrations of his voice only add to your pleasure “If you needed help you should’ve told me. This all I’ve wanted since I first saw you, all I’ve worked towards” the words don’t fully register in your blissed-out state “I want…. to please you… for you to need me… for you to be mine.” He punctuates each sentence with kitten licks to your pussy. Three fingers have now worked their way inside you and your struggling to focus on his confession, all you know is this feels right.

“Yours... all yours” you pant out, caught up in what you think must just be a kink that he has. For the second time he has you cumming, this time all over his tongue. The noises that escape him would make anyone think he was the one mid orgasm, and they wouldn’t be wrong. Finally having your juices coat his tastebuds proved too much for Jimin as he rocked his hips to create fiction, releasing in his shorts seconds after you clenched around his tongue

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Title: I Still Get Jealous

Pairing: jealous dom! yoongi x reader ft. JK

Warnings: established relationship, jealousy themes, public sex kind of, smut, like filthy nasty smut, degradation, cum eating, spitting just a little, daddy kink, fluff if you squint at the end, teasing, oral (m) receiving, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks!)

Rating: 18 and over

“Cheers to us!” You shout, slamming your shot glass into that of your coworkers. You and your team had hit your sales quote for the end of the year, and you all wanted to celebrate, so you head out to a local lounge after work to get drunk. “Let’s dance!” Your coworker Alice pulls you over to join her on the dance floor. “I’m waiting for Yoongi.” You shout over the music. “OK well, he can find you shaking your ass on the dance floor. Now come on!” You laugh and give in, shaking your hips to the music.

This would be the first time Yoongi would be meeting people from the team, which was fine by you. There was only one person you were nervous of him meeting; one person in particular. Jungkook, the office hottie, who looked more like he should be posing in one of those firefighter calendars rather than pushing malware sales. Yoongi was always super jealous and so you made sure to stray away from talking about JK and the fact that all the women at your office would drool over him in the work group chat, yourself included.

It definitely didn’t help that he was your direct partner in sales or that he had a huge crush on you. Try as you might to avoid it, you couldn’t help but flirt a bit when he threw on his charms. “Don’t look now! JK!” Alice yells, arms opened wide as he joins you both on the dance floor. “Hey pint size.” JK greets you with your office nickname that pokes fun at your height and you can’t help but smile wide. “You look amazing! Definitely not pint sized tonight! ” He comments, pulling you close to his body as he sways you back and forth to the rhythm of the music. You dressed in a black mini skater skirt, black thigh high socks, and black booties offset with a white crop top sweater. Your intention was to drive Yoongi wild tonight, it seems however to be catching JK off guard. You blush profusely as he drinks you in.

“Finished up the last of your work?” You inquire to take his mind off undressing you with his eyes. “Yeah. I wanted to make sure all of our numbers were sent in before the end of business. Sorry I showed up late.” “No worries. You haven’t missed much.” He smirks at your comment, drinking you in once again, and your stomach knots. Your mind shifts to Yoongi and how he’d react seeing you right now. “You ok?” JK whispers in your ear, briefly placing his hand on the small of your back. You nod quickly. “I’m good, yeah.” “I just want to say. I think you’re an amazing partner. I couldn’t have met my number if you weren’t by my side.” JK praises, lifting his hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. You see his eyes scan your face, your lips, your neck. You clear your throat, feeling your face flush. “Uh, you, are so awesome also, like we make a good team. All of us, really, are great.” You try to bring the focus to the entire team. “Yeah definitely. I couldn’t agree more but I guess what I am trying to say is that I would really love to get to know you on a more personal level. Take you out to dinner sometime.” He smiles seductively, twirling your hair around his finger before pulling your waist into his. You stumble over your words, feeling your body tense. “JK, that’s nice of you but…” You begin to explain and push his waist away before being interrupted.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Alice whispers in your ear while stepping between you and JK, “but please tell me that that gorgeous guy sitting on the couch in our VIP section staring at you is not Yoongi.” You scan past her, searching, feeling as if you could gag as your eyes meet those of Yoongi’s. He sits slightly bent over, mouth open, looking your body up and down. His palms are pressed together while his chin rest on his thumbs. Your breath hitches at how amazing he looks. He shows no emotion but you can feel his heat from across the room. You swallow thickly as JK wraps himself around you, bringing you both into a slow sway.

Yoongi’s eyes darken at the sight of another man’s hands on you. He stands quickly and smirks at you, walking over to you and JK. He stands before you both and cocks his head to the side. JK notices and pulls you closer causing Yoongi’s lips to pull into a tight smile. “What’s up man? Can I help you? Do you know pint size over here?” JK questions. Yoongi smiles seductively at you and a chill runs down your spine. “Pint size and I go way back. Don’t we baby?” Yoongi nods to you then brings his lips to a pout. “Uh, JK, this is Yoongi, my boyfriend.” You turn to announce to JK’s surprise. Yoongi gives JK a shit eating grin. “Oh wow,” He pulls his body away from you but still holds onto your hip, “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. Sorry man.” Yoongi raises his eyebrows briefly. “No worries friend. Pint size loves keeping things fun and exciting for me, don’t you baby?” “Don’t be a dick Yoongi.” You snip. “Oh, I’m sorry. Are pet names only for, I’m sorry, what was your name again?” Yoongi points at JK. “Jungkook.” Yoongi nods but keeps his eyes locked on you. “Tell me Jungkook, does she have a cute pet name for you?” “Five alarm.” JK responds with confidence and your heart drops. Yoongi looks at him in complete confusion.

“Like five alarm fire. All the girls at the office call me that. They joke that I look like a fireman.” He chuckles. Yoongi joins in for a brief moment before excusing himself, heading to grab a drink at the bar. You scurry behind him. “Don’t be upset. It’s not what you think.” You say as Yoongi throws back a shot. “I’m not mad pint size.” He licks his lips, turning to face you. “Don’t call me that ok. You’re just doing it to be an asshole.” Yoongi hums, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “Tell me whore, are you loose with your mouth tonight because you think daddy won’t bend you over in front of all of your little friends?” “No.” You reply meekly, feeling your core heat under his lust filled gaze. He runs his slender fingers along your jawline before walking off to join your group of friends. You bite your lip, trying to calm yourself as JK approaches you.

“Everything ok?” “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” “Your boyfriend seems uncomfortable. Just wanted to check on you…” He nods in Yoongi’s direction and continues talking but soon his voice fades off as you look over at Yoongi who is seated watching your every move. “Y/N, hello?” “Huh? What? I’m sorry.” “I said that I would still like to take you out sometime. I know you have a boyfriend but I figure we can still have dinner as friends.” “Sure, uh, yeah. I’d like that.” He smiles wide and pulls you into a hug, nuzzling into your neck. You tap his back awkwardly and watch as Yoongi cocks his head to the side. “We should get back to the group.” You pull away and head over to sit beside Yoongi. You scan his face for any sort of emotion but he gives you none. He never even looks over at you, instead striking up conversation with Alice. As the night progresses, Yoongi does everything in his power to ignore you. He moves through the party with ease, mingling with all your coworkers as if they’ve been friends for years. Alice laughs loudly, throwing her head back obnoxiously, at something Yoongi has said and you shoot them both a deadly look, having had enough.

You pull Yoongi from the couch and over towards the dance floor where you can speak privately. “Everything ok pint size?” He drawls. “Are you serious? You’re going to act like a child and ignore me? And cut the shit with the nickname ok, I’m over it already.” Yoongi looks over at your coworkers who are all engaged in conversation before grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling you into his body. He forcefully yanks back your head to expose your neck to him and licks a long stripe from the base of your neck to your chin, digging you into his growing erection and sway you back and forth as if your dancing. “Keep talking whore, I’m just taking notes for when I have you all to myself. I can’t wait to have you repeat everything you’ve said tonight with my cock stuffed down your throat.” “Fuck, Yoongi.” You pant, grinding your hips into his hard on. “Such a cock whore for me. Dying for me to wreck you. Maybe I should pull you into the bathroom and fuck you stupid while five alarm and all your coworkers wonder where you’ve gone. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Having your little work crush come looking for you, find me pounding your needy cunt. Do you think he’d stay and watch? I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you whore? Have him palm his cock to the sounds of your desperate moans.” Yoongi whispers into your ear, placing kisses along your lobe. You moan softly. “Answer me whore.” “Yes daddy. I want you to fuck me so bad. I want to be punished.” Yoongi chuckles softly into your ear. “Hm, that’s too bad, only good girls get fucked and right now you’re being a very bad girl. ” He grabs a handful of your ass, kisses your neck gently, and walks away with a bite of his lip. You clench your now soaked cunt around nothing, whimpering as he leaves you high and dry. You loved and hated when Yoongi was in a jealous fit. He was unreasonable outside the bedroom, always unwilling to give into your antics as you made attempts at seeking his attention but inside the bedroom, he was the most amazing lover. He was always sure to tease and please you in the most delicious way, reminding you exactly who you belonged to.

You collect yourself and walk over to the group, taking a seat on the arm of the couch since your seat next to Yoongi has been occupied by Alice. Your blood boils as he stares so deeply at her, biting his lip, and giving her all his attention. You know he is just trying to make you feel the way he is right now, he has no interest in Alice, still it eats at you, provokes you even. “So, JK, when did you wanna grab dinner?” You say loud enough for Yoongi’s ears to perk up. “Uh, whenever you want. I’m free whenever.” “Cool, how about during the week, after work. Let’s say Monday.” JK nods. “Yeah, I’m down. Any place in particular you want to go?” You shrug. “You pick. I love being surprised.” You smirk, rubbing your hand along his bicep, and you swear you hear Yoongi growl. “How about a dance Alice?” Yoongi offers, getting up and extending a hand to her. “Uh, if it's ok with Y/N.” Alice turns to you. You scoff and look at Yoongi. “She doesn’t mind, right pint size? Now come on gorgeous, show me how you move.” Alice giggles and allows Yoongi to lead her out on the dance floor.

You watch as Yoongi takes Alice by the hips and maneuvers her body around. She all too willingly allows him to control her every move. She wraps her arms around Yoongi’s neck, seeming to have found a steady rhythm, and bravely pushes her hips into his. He smiles in amusement at her before looking over at you. “Sorry, had to run to the restroom. What did I miss?” JK pops up again, handing you a fresh shot. You drink it happily, rising from your seat and taking JK around the neck. “Let's dance JK. You’re such a good dancer.” You giggle, feeling JK trail his hands along your spine. “You sure that’s a good idea.” You nod slowly, pulling him towards the dance floor, taking a spot right beside Yoongi and Alice. “Y/N, you never mentioned Yoongi was such a good dancer.” Alice calls out to you, spinning around to press her small ass into Yoongi’s crotch. You seethe watching her act like a bitch in heat all over your man. “You shouldn't start what you can't finish." Yoongi warns as you and he spin past each other. You raise your eyebrows at him in defiance and decide to take matters into your own hands, turning just the same as Alice, grinding your very plump ass shamelessly into JK’s crotch, unbothered by your skirt hitching up a bit.

JK grips your hips tightly, a small moan escaping his lips. You run your hands up into his hair and press your back into his chest, falling into a sensual rhythm with your dance partner, all the while watching the color fade from Yoongi’s face. He whispers something to Alice, who nods simply. Yoongi walks over to you and JK, staring down at where your hips are connected. “It's time to go.” Yoongi states calmly. JK scoffs and wraps his arms around you completely. You drop your hands from his hair and wrap them over his, allowing him to pull you closer. “I can drop her off later friend.” He remarks, nuzzling into your neck. You watch as Yoongi’s eyes light on fire. “I wasn’t talking to you, friend.” He’s so hot when he’s this pissed off. You decide to push your luck. “What’s the magic word Min Min?” You tease playfully. JK laughs out loud whilst Yoongi says nothing. He doesn’t have to; you watch as he grips tightly around his belt buckle and you know what he has in mind. He’s had enough of your antics and if you aren’t careful, he may just take you right here on this dance floor, in front of all these people as warned earlier. You turn to face JK. “This was fun. I should really get going though. Dinner Monday yeah?” “Yeah definitely! I had such a good time with you tonight, shame it has to end early. Get home safe. It was nice meeting you Yoongi.” Yoongi nods, hurrying ahead to get away from your group.

He takes you by the wrist, bobbing and weaving through the crowd. “Please don’t be mad at me daddy. I was just teasing. You know how much I love to push your buttons; you’re so sexy when you get riled up.” Yoongi just ignores you, still pulling you along. Annoyed you yank your hand away causing Yoongi to stop and look at you. “If you’re going to ignore me, then I think we should go to our respective apartments tonight. As a matter of fact, I’ll just rejoin my friends and enjoy the rest of my night with them.” You turn to walk away but are immediately yanked back. Yoongi’s lips are on yours in no time, pulling you into an angry kiss. You moan lustfully into his mouth reaching up to cup his face. He grabs your wrist and pulls your arms behind your back, continuing the assault on your mouth. “Yoongi, please. There are people watching. We can’t.” You begin to plead breathlessly between kisses, wriggling in his hold as he trails kisses down your neck, lifting your sweater to fondle your breast. “Afraid of everyone knowing what a cock whore you are?” He growls, nipping at your nipple through your bra.

You yelp, frantically looking around, hoping no one sees. “Oh god, Yoongi, the security guard is walking this way." You cry out, feeling Yoongi suckle your erect nub through the sheer material. He mutters a curse under his breath and begins to yank you behind him once again. “You’re going the wrong way,” You shout at the back of his head, “the exit is the other way.” He pulls you hard into the restroom and slams the door shut being sure to lock it behind him. He presses you against the door, lifting your sweater up, once again latching onto your nipple through your sheer bra. You moan loudly, wrapping a leg around his waist. He takes the opportunity run his hand up your exposed thigh, slapping it hard before gripping the plump flesh. “God damn, Fuck me daddy, please!” You cry out reaching down to stroke his massive erection. He releases your nipple to watch in pleasure as you mewl and wriggle against him, dying for his cock. “My greedy little cock whore. So desperate for cock, didn’t care who filled you tonight did you?” He pants against your ear, grinding into your throbbing cunt. You whimper at the sweet sensation his cock against your clit causes.

“Please, daddy, I only want you.” “Really,” He drops his head to your neck and bites down hard, suckling soon after to create a large purple mark in its wake, “I remember someone else’s hands on these hips.” He replies, lifting you off the ground, wrapping both legs around his waist. You cuss over his lips, shoving your tongue into his mouth as you buck and grind against his jailed member. “I need you, want you inside me.” You pant, feeling your core tighten with your quickened pace. “That’s enough whore.” Yoongi groans, dropping you to your feet. Your legs are shaky, and you feel your climax fade away. “What the fuck Yoongi?” You shove him back. His eyes darken as he smirks at you, pulling you away from the door and leading you further into the restroom. “I’m not playing around Yoongi! Fuck me or let me leave. I’m not going to stroke your ego tonight. Especially when there are other people out there who want me.” “Other people huh? Like your little work boyfriend?” “Exactly right, and please believe he’s more than eager to taste this cunt.” He chuckles now, unbuckling his belt. “Lean on the sink whore, lift that skirt, show me your ass! Right now!” You watch him for a moment longer, then excitedly turn and pull your skirt up, leaning on your elbows, pushing your ass out as far as you can. “Always so eager.” He growls. “Anything for you daddy." “That’s my girl.” He praises before coming down on your exposed ass with his leather belt. You cry out at the burning sensation. Your cunt clenching and soaking through your sheer thong. He hums in approval at you as you twirl your hips side to side, coming down again with another thwack. You gasp, pressing your forehead against the cold counter, pushing out further for him. “Fuck my whore is so sexy. Look how red this sweet ass gets for me. My cock is so hard for you baby. How’d I get so lucky?” You pout and twirl your hips some more. “Don’t stop daddy. I need more. I’ve been so bad.” Yoongi dips his head back so overcome with lust as a low growl escapes his throat. He gladly obliges with two more hard cracks of his leather, one across the ass, the other across your thighs. You scream his name with each one, earning low groans from him. “Such a good whore.” He praises, slowly lowering down to his knees, unbuttoning his jeans. “Get on all fours right now you fucking slut.” You nod and lower yourself before him. “Open your mouth for me.” He pants, freeing his thick length. You moan out whilst opening as wide as you can. Yoongi strokes himself gently, moving towards your gaping mouth. He slowly swirls his head around your lips, coating them in his salty pre-cum. “Tongue out.” He commands. You roll your tongue out, curling it around his length as he slaps his member against it. He takes you by your hair and slowly shoves the whole of his cock into your mouth, hitching his hips forward ever so gently. You moan around him causing him to grip your hair tighter.

“God has never made a better cock sleeve.” He grunts, slamming into your throat, eliciting a body trembling gag. He moans loudly at the feeling. “No one takes cock like you baby. Do you think I’d ever let that inexperienced bag of muscle touch you? He’d cum just from the scent of your needy cunt.” He hitches forward once more, hissing as you gag and drool all over him. “Still wish it was him in your mouth? Still wish he could watch?” He growls pulling out slightly, allowing you time to catch your breath. “No, daddy.” You pant. He pouts at you, shoving himself deep into your throat again. “I love when you lie.” He moans, coming down on your ass with a hard thwack of his belt. You shove forward swallowing more of his cock, your nose pressed against his pubic bone. “Fuck!” He cries out, coming down again with his belt. A loud slam on the door causes you pull off his cock much to his surprise. “I wasn’t finished whore.” “Someone’s knocking.” You swallow hard, nervously looking at the door. Yoongi stands now, helping you to your feet. “I don’t give a fuck who’s at the door.” He lifts you up and onto the counter. You cry out at the sting from the cold against your fresh formed welts. Another slam on the door causes you to jump and attempt to lean forward. Yoongi shoves you back, dropping his hand between your legs to rub your clothed center. “Occupied,” He yells before turning his attention to you, “already soaked through huh whore? I bet I’d slide right inside you, wouldn’t I?”

You grind against his hand, nodding excitedly. “Use your words whore!” He shouts, pinching your sensitive bud through your panties. You hiss, bucking forward. “Yes! Fuck yes!” He smiles wide at your reaction. “You like that, do you whore?” “Yes.” You quiver, opening your legs wide. He shoves your skirt up, yanking down your thong. “Spread your lips for me.” You drop your hands down, opening your folds for him. He bites his lip looking over your exposed pussy. “So. Fucking. Wet! Look at yourself whore, dripping down onto this counter with your fucking need.” He hums to himself, dropping his head down to your exposed hood and slurping up your clit in his mouth. “Jesus, God! Yoongi!” You yell, thighs shaking at the twisted feeling of pleasure and overstimulation. He nips at your clit, lifting his head up to your dismay. “What did you call me?” “I’m sorry,” You pant, “please don’t stop.” He smiles. “Don’t stop what?” He muses, shoving two fingers into your sopping pussy. You clench instantly as he begins to pump in and out of you. You throw your head back against the mirror. “More.” You barely manage. “So, fucking greedy.” He replies softly into your ear, shoving a third finger into you. You whimper, grabbing hold of his rock-hard cock, stroking him from root to tip. “Please can I make daddy cum? I want you to cum all over my face. Use me as your cum rag.” You breathlessly beg, hastening your pace. Yoongi pants against your ear, moving his fingers in and out of you at the same pace in which you stroke his length. “Faster whore.” He goads, removing his fingers from your clenching cunt. You whine at the sudden loss of his touch but revel in his glorious lust filled stance. He grips your thighs for balance, tossing his head back, spewing curses under his breath, his bangs sticking to his sweat covered forehead.

Soft moans escape his bobbing throat. “I’m going to cum. On your knees!” You slide off the counter quickly, still stroking, hitting your knees with a loud thud. He takes his cock from you, rubbing large circles around his tip with one hand, and guiding your head back with the other. You open your mouth for him as he cries out, the first shot of his hot seed shooting into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, he guides his quivering cock around your face, releasing long strands onto your cheeks, your lips, and your chin, sure to avoid your eyes. He moves his tip against your lips, rubbing it softly against your tongue, the last bits of his climax coating the tip of your moist appendage. He pulls his cock away wrapping his long slender fingers around your jaw, keeping it wide open for him, a small moan escapes as you watch your lover drop a small amount of spit into your mouth. “Swallow whore.” He commands, releasing you. You gulp down the concoction happily, opening wide to show him what a good girl you are. He breaths raggedly, watching you in approval, lifting a hand to swirl his cum around your face and into your mouth. You lap up all the sweet/ salty mixture you can reach with your tongue before Yoongi swirls his coated fingers over your lips. “Such a cum whore for daddy. Look how you eat up my cum up like it’s your favorite treat. I could drain my balls and you'd still want more.” You suckle at his fingers, swallowing his thick fluids, and nod. “I love daddy's cum.” He helps you to your feet and spins you around, bending you over the counter. “You’ve been such a good whore for daddy. Is my whore ready to cum?” “Yes daddy, please.” He bites on your earlobe as he slowly enters your sopping cunt. You both gasp at how desperately your walls clench and grip at his thick cock. “Fuck, always so fucking tight for daddy.” He admires you for a minute in the mirror, your mouth wide, holding back a sob whilst he shoves deeper inside your tight walls until he bottoms out. You cry out as he begins to slam in and out of your cunt, curving his body slightly to rub his full head against your g-spot. He takes a handful of your hair and lifts your head up so you can see yourself in the mirror. “I want you to see what I see whore. I want you to see why I love you so fucking much. Just look at how gorgeous you look when you take my cock. Fuck, I could explode just watching you come undone.” His words cause your belly to burn as your climax rises from your toes, you can barely even form words, only able to babble as drool forms at the sides of your mouth.

He smirks at your fucked out look, swirling the fresh drool with his dried cum, and bringing it into your gaping mouth. You moan around his fingers, sucking hard at his digits. He yanks his fingers from your mouth, coming down hard on your ass with a loud slap. “Whose sopping cunt is this?” “Yours daddy! It’s all yours.” “Damn fucking right it is!” He grunts, taking you by the hips, quickening his pace. You hopelessly claw at something to hold onto as he rams into you. His animal like sounds bringing you closer and closer to your finish. Your toes curl in your shoes and your calf muscles tighten as you try to maintain a steady footing. Yoongi wraps an arm around your waist to help steady you, bringing his free hand down to make figure eights on your swollen clit. “Uh, fuck, I can't, I'm gonna fucking come so hard daddy.” “Mm, that’s right whore, cum on daddy's cock. Scream for me, I want to hear you cry for this cock.” Your climax begins as a slow tremor within your walls that burns deliciously into an explosion of forceful pulses throughout your cunt that has her clamping down on Yoongi’s cock so intensely it pulls a sob from his throat. You don’t hold back, so overcome by the crashing waves of bliss you yell out his name until your throat is raw. He continues fucking into you his breath becoming more and more uneasy as his balls tighten against you. “It’s too much daddy.” You whine, overstimulation hitting you. “Fuck! This glorious fucking cunt!” He shouts, slamming hard into your cervix, his release pulsing against your cervical opening. His thrust become sloppy as he comes down from his high, his cum slowly seeping out of you. He rests his head on your back, allowing you both time to catch your breath. “I love you. I fucking love you so much.” He pulls out of you, helping you up, and pulling you into a soft kiss. You melt into his warmth, nibbling at his plump bottom lip. “I love you too.” “I’m sorry if I was too rough,” He rubs his large hands over your sore ass, “I still get jealous. I’m trying to be better.” You laugh at his pouty confession. “If you keep fucking me like that, I might just keep making you jealous.” He scoffs kissing you softly again. “Let’s go home for real baby. I’ll take care of you.” You nod in approval, fixing yourselves up. Yoongi holds your hair back as you wash your face in the sink, once you feel you look presentable again, you stuff your thong in his jacket pocket and make for the exit. You unlock the door anxiously expecting a line but luckily there is no one waiting. You both shove through the crowd toward the exit when you feel a tug on your hand. “You’re still here?” JK smiles at you. “Uh, well, we uh.” “Fucked in the bathroom.” Yoongi offers up with a straight face. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as JK laughs out loud. “Wait, what? Are you serious?” He looks from you to Yoongi and back again. Yoongi laughs wide, exposing his gums. “I’m fucking with you kid!” JK huffy a bit before breaking into a full laugh. “You’re funny man,” JK bumps his fist into Yoongi's shoulder, “Hey get home safe again ok pint size, dinner Monday night.” He winks with all his might at you, walking off into the crowd. Yoongi rolls his eyes, resting his hand on the small of your back. He places a soft kiss on your temple, lowering a bit to whisper in your ear. “You know you’re not going to dinner with him right?” You chuckle, leaning into Yoongi’s chest. “Will you fuck me in the ass as punishment if I do?” Yoongi bites his lip, “Such an insatiable appetite my whore has.” He whispers, swatting you on the ass. “I’ll never get enough of you daddy.” You mewl, savoring the feel of the night air on your face.

[albertasunrise]

No More - Chapter 1

Summary: Frankie has been your best friend since you were in the 2nd grade. You were each other's first’s, he, your first love and as you’d both gotten older you always somehow fell into bed together after one too many drinks with the boys. You don’t know how much longer you can keep this up but fate has other plans for you both and events as set in motion to decide for you.

Warnings: Explicit, Unprotected sex, blood and injury, overdose, unplanned pregnancy - 18+

Pairings: Frankie/ Reader

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You and Frankie became best friends the date he put Billy Green in his place. The boy had been dragging you by your pigtails when Frankie had come along to put him in his place, kicking him in the shins and sending the boy running with tears streaming down his fat cheeks. From that day the two of you had been inseparable. He had been there for you when you went through your first heartbreak and you had been there to hold him through his. He had convinced his parents to take you in when your parents died in a car accident, leaving you with no one and nothing. His family had welcomed you with open arms and supported you through the hell of burying your parents at 15. At 16 and Brad Jones asked you to the dance. You'd confessed to Frankie you were nervous he might kiss you and that you’d never been kissed. He had taken your face in his hands and pressed his soft lips to yours, grinning when you’d deepened it before the both of you had pulled away flustered and out of breath. The night of the dance Brad had kissed you but when he’d pulled you into that bruising kiss, you’d wished the whole time that it was Frankie whose tongue danced with yours. You and Brad dated for a while and things got fairly serious pretty quickly and you soon found that he was talking about the two of your being intimate, something else you’d never done. You’d been embarrassed when Brad had asked you about it. ‘You’ve obviously had sex before right?’ He had said and in a moment of weakness, you’d told him yes. You sobbed to Frankie that night, sitting cross-legged on your bed as your shoulders shook.

‘I should have just been honest with him but I was scared he’d dump me.’ You’d confessed, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

‘Do you want to have sex with him?’ He had asked, rubbing your arm with a big hand.

‘Yes... yes of course but he’s going to know that I haven’t when we... you know...'

‘Well, what if you do it before?’ He had asked, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

‘And who am I going to have sex with then?’ You’d questioned, rolling your eyes at his suggestion.

‘Me.’

His statement had taken you by surprise. He had admitted that he hadn’t had sex before either so you’d be doing him a favour too and so that evening you lost your virginity to your best friend. The man that you were secretly in love with. You and he did it a few times that week, getting a little practice in as he had called it and so when it had come to doing the deed with Brad, you knew what to expect. The sex was okay, he had made you cum once but he was very much focused on his own pleasure whereas Frankie had focused on yours before anything else. You and Brad broke up a few weeks later. Your best friend had been there to pick up the pieces but you didn’t fall apart, you weren’t upset that things were over. You did fall apart when Frankie met Ella, his first serious girlfriend and a girl that he ended up dating for over a year. You’d had to listen to him fuck her, crying into your pillow as you remembered how he had made you feel when his hips had thrust against yours. When his lips had kissed your throat. You'd ended up having to take care of yourself for a while, unable to look at anyone else but him. Not that you were short on offers. Ella didn’t last though and when Prom had come around you have been overjoyed when he’d asked you to go with him. You danced the night away, hoping the entire evening that he would kiss you but he never did. You’d cried yourself to sleep that night. The day you both graduated was a day that was engrained into your brain permanently. It was supposed to have been the best day of your life, finishing one chapter and starting another at NYU. You’d almost screamed the house down when you’d gotten in. Frankie’s family throwing a celebration but it hadn't escaped your notice how distant he had been that night. On graduation day, you discovered why. His family had thrown a small party at their house, inviting a few other families of the kids you and he were friends with along. It had taken a lot of courage for him to pull you away from your friends to tell you what he was about to but he did. He pulled you into his bedroom, telling you to sit on the bed as he paced the length of his bedroom.

‘Frankie, you’re freaking me out. What’s going on?’ You’d asked, tilting your head to the side when he finally stopped and looked at you.

‘I’m enlisting.’ He had blurted out, scratching the back of his neck nervously as he’d waited for you to speak.

‘You’re what?’

‘I’ve enlisted.’ He’d repeated as he’d plopped himself down in his desk chair ‘Going to train to be a pilot like I’ve always wanted.’

‘You wanted to be a commercial pilot!’ You’d spat, feeling anger bubbling under the surface ‘Fewer guns firing at you that way.’

‘Please...’ He’d pleaded ‘I leave on Sunday and I can’t go knowing you’re mad at me.’

‘I’m not mad Frankie.’ You’d stated ‘I’m just surprised. You could die.’

‘At least my death will mean something.’

You’d stormed out after that, knowing that if you’d stayed you would have said something you’d regret. The two of you had sorted things out by the time he needed to leave though and you had waved him off at the airport, crying with his mum as he’d disappeared out of sight and you prayed you’d see him again.

You did see him again, 5 years later at a family gathering. He’d been given leave for a few weeks and had flown home to see you and his parents. You’d been doing well after University. You had secured a job at a tech company, quickly rising through the ranks and you’d been able to buy a house just a few blocks from Frankie’s parents. You’d taken to working remotely, preferring the isolation.

You then didn't see Frankie for another 6 years. It had been gone two in the morning when frantic knocking had echoed through the house. You’d sprinted down the stairs, wiping the sleep from your eyes as you peeped through the door before opening it to Frankie’s mother sobbing. Your stomach had sunk, fearing she was here to tell you that he’d died in active duty. You’d pulled her sobbing form into your arms and held her as she cried, waiting until she was a little calmer to ask what’s wrong.

‘Frankie’s been shot in action.’ She’d told you and you’d had to cover your mouth to hide your reaction as you’d clutched your stomach ‘They’ve flown him back for treatment but can’t tell me how he is.’ She’d sobbed ‘I need to drive to the city but I can’t go alone.’

Frankie’s father had died the year before. He’d been unable to make it back for the funeral and had not been home since, Delta force having a hold over his life that you’d never understood. You’d told his mum that you’d take her, invited her in so that you could go change quickly before grabbing your car keys and heading out. She’d told you what hospital and you’d driven as fast as you could, praying that you weren’t greeted by something that had haunted your nightmares once too often. Over the years you had dated but nothing had ever really gotten past a few months. None of them had been Frankie. You’d tried to tell yourself that still being hung up over a crush from your teenage years was silly. Yes you’d fucked but you’d never been an item, he’d done you a favour, that’s all it had been. When you’d arrived at the hospital you’d both been relieved to learn that he was expected to make a full recovery. He’d taken three bullets. One to the leg, one to the shoulder and one to the abdomen. He stayed in the hospital for a week before he was sent home to recover, his mum overjoyed to have him home again. You’d visited most nights, helping his mum as she wasn’t able to care for him as he needed, her age really showing. You’d supported him through the PTSD that he ultimately suffered from because of his shooting, helping him through the panic attacks triggered by the sound of someone dropping something or a car backfiring. It had broken your heart to see him that way but despite if all he was send off on another tour and you'd prayed every night that he'd return.

His mum passed a few years later and he’d suffered heavily after that, ultimately retiring from the delta force along with his buddies Tom, Benny, Will and Pope. You’d seen more of him after that, going out at least once a week for drinks with him and the guys. That's how it started. It had been Santi’s birthday and everyone had ended up in a club after drinks in the bar. Alcohol and loud music had flowed through you as surely as the blood in your veins that night. Frankie had asked you to dance with him and you’d been surprised at how well he moved. Your back had been flush against his chest as your hips moved in sync with the beat. His hands had travelled. His lips had placed hot, wet, kisses along the junction of your neck and you’d melted to his touch. The next thing you knew he was back at your place, the two of you not even making it to the bedroom as clothes had been discarded and you fell onto the couch in a tangle of limps. He’d fucked you senseless. Marked you. Worshipped you. In the morning you did not talk about it, just made breakfast and called him a cab, crying as soon as he left. Despite how it had hurt you it kept happening. Turning into an almost weekly occurrence and each time it chipped away a small part of you. Every time, you told yourself that that time would be the last, that you would tell him to either commit to you or move on but deep down you relished even having just one small part of him. To pretend just for that night that he was yours and you were his. The night you’d finally plucked up the courage to tell him it was over was a night that haunted you still. You had decided to visit him one evening after work, knowing full well you’d not be able to do it before or after one of your rendezvous. You’d knocked a few times and he hadn’t answered but his truck was parked in the drive and the TV flickered through the blinds so you’d known he was home. You started to bang more loudly then, hoping it would grab his attention but still nothing. You’d been angry then, digging around in your bag to find the spare key he’d given you months ago. When you found it and let yourself in you found Frankie fitting on the floor, covered in his own vomit whilst his body convulsed. It had later transpired he’d accidentally overdosed on cocaine, a substance he’d been taking for months to cope with his PTSD. You’d supported him through his recovery, and through his relapse but you’d not been able to tell him that it had to stop. Too scared you’d send him down a path of no return. The group dynamic changed after that, everyone walking on eggshells around him. You still kept finding yourself in his bed and you’d now gotten to the point where you couldn’t do it anymore. You’d tried to date, had a few boyfriends and yet somehow he still found his way into your bed. Those relationships failed and still, he didn’t commit to you. There were times you thought maybe he cared for you the same way you did for him. Pulling you onto his lap when you were at movie night with the boys. His fingers drawing circles on your skin as he pulled you close. Then he’d met her.

Emily.

They became serious fast. She’d moved in with him after just two months of dating. She was suddenly there, all the time and you were pushed aside. He barely spoke to you. Barely looked at you. He was totally enamoured by her and it killed you even more. At least before, for a small while, he was solely focused on you. Your pleasure. Now he was focused on her. It eventually became to difficult to see them together and so you stopped going to movie night. Fight night. Anything that involved him you ceased attendance and the only people that seemed to worry was the Miller brothers. Santi had left to fight a war on drugs in Brazil and you rarely heard from him. It had hit Frankie hard at first, not having one of his oldest friends there to help him through the hard times but you had. You had cared for him. Cried with him. Held him, but now it seemed that meant nothing.

After a copious amount of arm twisting, Benny had managed to convince you to come to fight night that night.

‘Its the biggest fight of my career!’

He’d told you and so you’d decided that you would go for him. You’d go to the fight, show your support and then leave. You didn’t need to speak to Frankie, didn’t need to look at him. You just needed to be there for Ben. The crowd was crazy, people screaming at each other just to be heard. Your eyes scanned the crowd and landed on Will who was waving you over, the smile on his face stretching from ear to ear.

‘Hey Will.’ You say sweetly as he pulls you into a bear hug.

‘I’ve missed you.’ He states as he pushes you to arm's length so he can look at you ‘Where the hell have you been?’

‘I’ve just had some stuff that I’ve been dealing with.’ You reply, shrugging your shoulders.

‘Here’s your beer brother.’ Comes a familiar voice and your blood runs cold.

Will takes his drink and thanks Frankie and you excuse yourself to go to the bar. You noticed that Emily was nowhere to be seen and that brought you some relief. You order your drink and head back over to the boys, squealing when you see Ben stood there speaking to them. You put down your drink and run into his waiting arms, wrapping your legs wound his waist and he spins you.

‘Fuck I’ve missed you.’ He says as he puts you down ‘Where did you go? What have you been up to?’

‘I’ve been dealing with some stuff.’ You reply ‘Learnt who my friends are though.’

You notice Frankie flinch out the corner of your eye and you smile, at least he knew that was aimed at him. You were relieved when Tom arrived just in time to save you from being alone with Frankie as Will and Ben head out back to prepare for the fight. You’d never particularly liked Tom but at that moment you’d never been happier to see him in your life. He sat between you and Fish, limited his conversation and most importantly acted as a much-needed barrier between you and the man you’d called your best friend since you were 7. The fight was brutal but Benny won, walking out with his arms above his head, he cheers before stealing Toms beer and downing the last of it.

‘Nice one Benjamin.’ You say as you pat him on the arm.

‘Coming for drinks?’ Asks Will as he pulled you into a sideways hug.

‘Nah I need to get home.’

‘Right yeah.’ Replies Benny, his hurt evident in his tone ‘Well we’ll see you when we see you I guess.’

You hugged the brother's goodbye, bid Tom farewell and left, leaving a perplexed Frankie in your wake. The drive home was quick and uneventful, the lights being on your side and soon you found yourself pulling into your drive. Once inside the house, you poured yourself a large glass of wine and collapse onto the couch. You’d done it. You’d survived an evening with Frankie and avoided fighting or fucking him.

You were on your third glass when the doorbell rang, scrunching your face in confusion when you see the time. Who would be at your door at midnight? Getting to your feet you make your way to the front door, not even bothering to look through the peephole. You were not expecting who was on the other side.

‘What are you doing here Frankie?’ You ask, imitation saturating your tone.

‘Why did you blank me tonight?’

‘Are you fucking serious?’ You scoff as you shake your head and push the door, looking up when it's stopped by his foot.

‘What have I done?’

You throw your arms up in exasperation and make your way back to the kitchen to pour more wine. You were going to need it if you were going to have this conversation.

‘How’s Emily?’ You ask, venom dripping from each word ‘Was surprised she wasn’t there.‘

‘She’s away with her sister.’ He answers, brow furrowed in confusion ‘What does that have to do with how you blanked me?’

‘Did it hurt?’ You growl, taking a sip of your wine ‘Did it sting that I didn’t acknowledge you? Didn’t speak to you, pushed you to one side?’

‘Of course, it did.’

‘Well, you know you know how I felt.’

‘Is this because we stopped fucking?’

‘NO!.’ You yell, your anger overflowing now ‘When you got together with her and started to bring her along it was like I no longer existed.’ You continue, nostrils flaring ‘You didn’t speak to me. Didn’t look at me. I was just tossed aside because you found new pussy and it hurt like hell. I helped take care of you when you got shot. Comforted you when your mum died. Took care of you when I found you half-dead on the fucking floor from OD’ing on coke. Yet none of that seemed to matter when she came along.’

‘Is that why you stopped hanging out?’

‘Wow, I’m amazed you even noticed.’ You chuckle, taking a large swig of your wine.

‘Lazo-.’

‘Don’t call me that.’ You growl, no longer appreciating the pet-name he’d gifted you as kids.

‘Look I’m an asshole. I get it... but let's just talk about this.’

‘What’s there to talk about?’ You let your tears fall now ‘You did me a favour really.’ He tilts his head at this ‘I’d been trying to pluck up the courage to tell you that I couldn't keep sleeping with you. You managed to do that for me.’

He took a few ginger steps towards you, cupping your cheek with his hand as he caged you against the kitchen counter. You could feel your heart start to race as you look up at him, already feeling yourself get lost in his brown eyes. You don’t know how it happened but the next thing you know his lips are on yours, clothes tossed haphazardly to the side as Frankie's lifts you onto the counter. You grab his hips and pull him close as he kisses and bites your neck, gasping as he enters you in one swift movement. His thrusts are hard and fast but perfectly angled. Within minutes you peak, screaming his name as he increases the pace. You lie down on the cold, stone, worktop as he rails you, arm slung over your face as he brings on your second orgasm, this one more intense than the last and you pull him right along with you. He collapses bonelessly on your heaving form, kissing your shoulder as you both fight to regain control of your breathing.

‘Fuck I missed this.’ He breathes, finally pulling out and dashing to the downstairs toilet to grab a towel.

When he returns you’re sobbing, your whole body shaking as you rock on the floor of your kitchen.

‘Shit what’s wrong?’

‘You need to go Frankie.’ You cry, our red-rimmed eyes glaring up at him ‘You just cheated and I was a part of that. You need to leave.’

‘Lazo...’

‘GO!.’

He pulls on his clothes and leaves, slamming the door behind him and making everything around it vibrate. You don’t leave your house for the rest of the weekend, spending almost every waking moment crying as you think about what you’d done.

You avoided the group for almost two months. There was no way you could have faced him. No way that you could look her in the eye after he’d fucked you on the counter of your kitchen whilst she was blissfully unaware. You couldn’t avoid it forever though and when Will’s birthday had come around you were stuck. The plan was to head to the usual haunt for some drinks and then maybe move on to a club. He would be there. She probably would be too. You knew you just had to avoid him and all would be well. Everything would be fine.

It was Thursday and you’d been throwing up all week, having to take time off work despite working remotely. You decided then that enough was enough and you paid a visit to your doctor, hoping they’d be able to give you something to kill off whatever this was. After asking the usual questions he took some blood to send off for tests, promising that the results would be with you by the end of the following day. You were curled up on your couch when the email came through with your results, your eyes growing wide when you see what was written beside the word ‘POSITIVE’.

‘There’s no way.’ You say to yourself, shaking your head in disbelief ‘Pregnant?’

Despite the new information at your disposal, you still went out for Will’s birthday and the conversation had taken an unexpected turn from the onset.

‘So how are things with you and Emily Fish?’ Asks Benny as he gives his friend a friendly nudge.

‘She’s pregnant.’ He states, scrubbing a hand over his face and your blood runs cold.

‘Congrats man. That’s great.’ Says Will as he gives him a pat on the shoulder.

‘We’re not sure we’re gonna keep it.’ He states, taking everyone by surprise ‘She doesn’t want kids and I’m not ready.’

You feel bile rising up through your throat and you excuse yourself, practically sprinting to the bathroom as you empty the contents of your stomach. His words echo in your mind ‘I’m not ready.’ You’d not really thought about what you were going to do but there was never any doubt in your mind. You are going to keep it.

‘Everything okay?’ Asks Benny, giving you a concerned look as you made your way back to the table.

‘Yeah... Just been feeling sick all week.’ You reply, taking a swig of your coke ‘I think I’m gonna head home but you guys have fun.’

They all said their goodbyes before you sprinted to the car, falling inside and sobbing loudly. What are you going to do? Do you tell him? You were two months along. You were going to start showing fairly soon. You needed to make a decision. Tell Frankie about the baby and hope he takes it okay. Or not tell him and have this baby alone and he would remain blissfully unaware that he was a father.

~

Chapter 2

[a-forgotten-spirit]

Together (TodoBaku x Reader 18+)

Pairing: Vampire Todoroki x Werewolf Bakugou x Succubus Reader

Summary: Look gonna be honest it’s just porn. READ THE WARNINGS

Words: +- 9400 (It’s just porn)

Warnings:  NSFW: Non-Con/Dub Con (due to readers species), masturbation, mentions of sex toys, supernatural, heartbeats, held against a wall, moaning/screaming, stripping, scents/mates, bonding, marking, being called little one/baby/good girl, begging, growling, kissing, being pinned down, swearing, teasing, groping, oral (receiving), legs shaking, eyes rolling, doggy style/missionary/riding, dirty talk, praise, breeding kink, knotting, exhibitionism, crying, over stimulation, possessiveness, cremepies, calling them Alpha/Master/First names, manipulation, submission, slight mind break, biting, drinking blood, vampire venom/aphrodisiac, double penetration, asking for permission,  Succubi: Sharp nails, wings, tail, sexual feeding, fear of high energy creatures, instincts, built in birth control, emotions, energy, instinctual alarms, resistance, cum denial (self inflicted), wings are sensitive, 

A/N: This was meant to be a Halloween thing but I am very busy and therefore a little late. I apologist it isn’t the best and I tried my best. It is currently five thirty in the morning and I am trying my best to do this. This is an AU for my fanfiction “Love Isn’t An Illusion” which can be found in my masterlist. I would also like to apologies for the amount of stuff in this fic. 

Consent is the most important thing when engaging in sexual acts. This is a story and the only reason this fic has non-dub con is because of the species of the reader as can be seen, they wanted too. This is a fantasy setting and in real life you need to ask and abide by consent rules. 

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I had come to this school for a fresh start, a new leaf. I had just awakened as my true self and I hadn’t taken it well, parents shipping me off to have ‘help’ with coming to terms with my new life. It seemed my kind was rare but even worse was sorting out not for scales or fancy trinkets, not for wishes or promises of the world. I was sort out to be used, to be owned, to worship those who had control over me. Everyday was a struggle as I refused to feed, teachers spoke that I could die or worse lose control and put everyone in danger. No one ticked my boxes of who I should use, the thought of what I have to do to sustain my life was more than embarrassing. For the rest of eternity I had to look forward to running and hiding. I couldn’t even say my species at the school, it was forbidden, I was sacred, to be untouched, ironically they continued to beg me to partake in someone. I kept my head low and tried to restrain myself but this was a school, I could constantly feel the emotions and needs of everyone around, each day was getting harder and I could only help myself so much. 

There were two. 

Two people who continued to make my legs shake and breathing pick up, I didn’t know their species but I wanted to give myself. Every time they spoke, walk, blinked, breathed, moved, I wanted to give in. Luckily my kind couldn’t be smelt when we were aroused unless we chose too. I took great pleasure in learning how to reel that in real quick. There was a time where the blonde had yelled at a friend and had growled, I had to leave the classroom quickly and ended up in my own sheets moaning his name and I tried to relieve the tension. The thing was my species needed another person, we fed off of them, I could only feed off of myself for so long. 

Sitting up I sighed feeling that itch that I couldn’t get, the crawling feeling up my spine at the idea of just letting go and begging them to take me where I stood. I flushed and shook my head, I didn’t want to live like this but I had to do something, had to have relations with someone, something at this point. I had helped myself enough and the toys I had fast shipped to my dorm could only relieve me for a few hours at most. I knew I needed another party but every time I went to just throw myself at someone my body stopped itself, we didn’t want them, we wanted the two. 

I had read up on my kind, what people to have relations with, I wasn’t able to get pregnant without my say so, built in birth control, which wasn’t too bad in all honesty. What species would send me into a  spiral and which ones wouldn’t help at all, which species to stay away from due to their amount of power they held. I sighed holding myself together to try and have some sort of control as I got dressed staring at the wall with urgency. I feared if I looked at one of my fellow peers I’d lose it. I changed and left with haste, I was speed walking to the gym, I needed a minute. We were on the field, it was fine, I could do my own thing and then move on with my day. My eyes drifted to the two as sport began, different people doing different things. It was amazing to watch the raw power of each species. I was walking and someone brushed past me, apologised. I put my arm up while holding my legs together with a smile to try and play it off. I was throbbing, I felt like I was dying, I was. 

Within seconds I had made my way behind the building and fell holding the wall and my stomach as I leant over from my kneeling position. My breathing was heavy and I tried to control my heart beat, anything, anything to ground me. I looked up and it was hazy, sight tinted pink, I could see the emotions, the want, the need. I looked down and clenched my stomach, this had to stop. I didn’t want to live like this, this was far too much for one person. 

“Are you alright?” I tensed at the voice, it was him, the male with such raw power, I felt the need to lean over more and show myself, let him take when I knelt. I let out a small sigh and begged to whomever was listening his kind couldn’t hear heart beats. I heard him walk over and I pushed myself from the ground, legs shaking and body near convulsing. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just ate something bad this morning” I spoke out, even I could hear the sultry tone to it. I couldn’t control my body, I didn’t blame it, it was trying to keep me alive, this was instinct, it was a way of life and I was denying it. I sighed out and nodded again. “Promise, I’m alright” I didn’t turn to look at him as I tried to hold myself up. 

“You’re lying, your heart beat changed” it was spoken as more of a statement and my heart beat rose again. I felt my whole body shake with each beat, my whole body was moving. “Why are you lying” he sounded angry, why was he angry. I stopped myself from whimpering in sadness that he was angry with me. 

“I’m just embarrassed” that wasn’t a lie, at least I could get away with that “I’m not usually seen falling to my knees behind a building I have to admit” I laughed lightly and could hear the light voice filter out. I had to stop talking, I knew of the powers I had, my body was trying to keep me alive, it wasn’t my fault. I hadn’t fed. 

I was then pressed against the wall, his hand holding my face to look at me dead in the eye and I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think. Even though my body wanted this, it had not expected it and I stopped, everything stopped. I stared wide eyes at him “Your eyes are glowing” I bit my lip “I’ve never seen pink eyes” his head tilted and I closed my mouth and bit my tongue. “You’re not giving into urges which is obvious, your whole body is straining. What are you” he asked and I clenched my thighs. I couldn’t tell him. “Y/N right” I moaned and his eyes narrowed, he said my name. 

“Please just leave me alone” I begged and looked up as I felt my thighs shake, even his voice was getting me off. I took in air and let out a shuddering breath “Please I’m begging you just leave me alone” I begged, I didn’t care if he thought I was weird or stupid, I was seconds away from ripping his clothing and taking him. 

“You’re in pain. Are you a vampire” he questioned “No the eyes don’t match, not a wolf , or fairy nor nymph” he questioned and shook his head lightly. “You need to listen to your instincts. It might be difficult but you are in pain. I know it’s scary but you have to indulge” he sighed “You’re new to this, come on. I’ll take you to the office. They will have what you need” he was kind, so kind. I wanted him, needed him. 

I shook my head “They won’t” I whispered and his hand was still holding my chin to look at him. He looked confused, I didn’t care. “I didn’t want to be this” I whimpered and felt my hand twitch begging to grab him to at least feel him against me. My clothes were itchy, too tight even though they were baggy. “I didn’t want this” he looked understanding and I shook my head. 

“The office will have what you need, they cater to all species. It’s hard at first but trust me you get used to it, you just need to calm down. They can help you” he whispered as my heart calmed slightly, If only he knew just how much I’d let him do. If he wanted, I’d let him kill me, I’d let him completely rip me to shreds and then I’d thank him with my dying breath. 

I felt tears rise and the pain did “They can’t help Succubi” I whispered and his eyes widened “I didn’t want this” I whimpered and my knees buckled but he caught me “I didn’t even know” I whispered and breathed out. I felt a connection, he was mine. I just wanted him to take me. I didn’t care, do anything. Anything at all, I’d beg for it. 

“Succubi” he whispered “I thought they were extinct” he whispered again and air left his lips but it didn’t sound normal. “We need to get you somewhere safer” I was picked up as I gripped his shirt. “Come on little one just a bit more” I moaned lightly at the name and my legs shook. The air moved and “Lay down, it’s ok. You’re safe” I felt my shoulder give way from tensing. I was scared, instincts were instincts but my kind had many to fear. He went to walk and my hand was outstretched gripping his wrist. “It’s ok, i'm just making a call. I’m not leaving” he removed my hand stripping off his shirt and laying it in my hand, I pulled it to my chest and sighed. His scent was like a blanket, comfort beyond anything. “Katsuki, I have her at yours” there was a pause “I know, I know but it’s the safest place” another pause “She’s a succubus” it was silent and I whimpered everything hurt. “Recent, she” he licked his lips “She’s in so much pain Kat” I opened my eyes to see him nod and hum “She’s new, I don’t think she knows how to feed” he looked over and I moaned and gripped his shirt tighter “Ok, ok hurry” he left his phone at the drawers and walked over looking down as he sat on the bed. I whimpered “I know, I know. Mates coming” he whispered, mate. I had read about them but my head was fuzzy. 

“I don’t want to,” I whispered and looked at him “I don’t want to” I shook my head and swallowed as I breathed out. He nodded and combed his hand through my hair “Please” I begged and shook my head “I don’t want too. I don’t want to live like this. It hurts so much” it felt like my body was trying to rip itself apart. 

“You just need to relieve it” he whispered and continued to comb my hair, even though that was sending my body into overdrive. “Mate will come and then we can help you” he nodded and I felt my eyes brim with tears again. “If you’ll have us, we can help. Will take the pain little one” that sounded perfect. No pain, I could be ok again. “You’ll need to feed” he whispered and sighed out “We’ll help ok” I nodded, I trusted him, why I wasn’t sure but the thought of anyone but him or the blonde saying those words made my nails hurt. I looked at my hand seeing sharp long pointed nails “It’s instinct, it’s ok. You’re safe” I nodded and they stopped hurting but didn’t leave. The door opened and then closed “Kat” the blonde walked over and looked down. 

He shook his head “I thought they were extinct” he asked and the other shook his head in confusion, I swallowed, they smelled amazing. So much energy and want, safety, security. “Hey” he whispered, kneeling down and I swallowed my head reaching out to cuddle into his hand. “If we bond, we’ll be able to feel her and know she’s ok” I nodded without thinking. Bonding sounded nice. “We mark her and she's ours” I nodded and he smiled.

“She’s not in the right frame of mind. We can always mark after this” I shook my head, my body was begging to be bonded, I didn’t know what that was but it sounded good, it sounded safe, I needed it. I nodded again. “She doesn’t know what she’s agreeing too Kat” I shook my head, I knew, I needed it. 

“If someone finds her and she’s not marked” both stopped and the other sighed out and swallowed “Do you want to be marked little one” I nodded “Think, come on focus on my voice. Do you know what marking is” I nodded, I had no idea. “Come on little one, focus, do you know” I shook my head. 

“Please, mark me” I begged and his eyes shifted and he sighed out and breathed in. That did something, he wanted to mark me. They were safe, they were safe. Mates knew what was best for me. “Please, make me yours” a growl ripped through his lips and I felt myself gush. The blonde looked to the other both in the same state. 

“Let’s move this along” the blonde whispered “Call me Katsuki” he whispered and I nodded without hesitation, I’d do anything for him. He could ask me to take down the world and I would rip it from the inside out. He moved to be on top of me and when our lips met I felt my body tense and I moaned as I gripped onto his shirt. My legs shook and I continued the kiss as I tried to follow his movements. He leaned back and looked down “You came from kissing” he growled and I whimpered “Fuck you’re perfect” there was something at the back of my mind but his scent was so intoxicating. 

The other moved next to my head and looked over me “Call me Shouto” I nodded and I was pulled into another kiss just as much vigor and need went into that kiss as the last. Just as much raw need that I wanted to drown myself in. I was begging to be used. To be marked, to be bonded, to be mated. Katsuki moved to kiss along my neck little nips and teeth grazes running along the skin as I moaned and my wrists were pinned to the bed. I swallowed. 

Leaned back “Sit up a bit little one” I did and my shirt was removed, there was no embarrassment as their eyes dragged along my skin, this was just teasing but the burn had died down even if only a little. “Again” I did and the bra was removed, my breasts bouncing as I laid back down. Shouto moved so my head was in his lap and his hands moved to cup my molds of squishy flesh and squeeze, I moaned with my eyes rolling back with an arch of my back. 

Katsuki lifted and removed his shirt before kicking his shoes and socks off and then pulled his pants leaving him in boxes, he was just as beautiful as Shouto. Both built like gods themselves and right here right now they were nothing less. He was back to gliding his hands over the skin of my thighs and when I moved my shoulders I felt skin. Shouto had taken off his pants too leaving us all in the same boat of nudity.  Everything was circling the lust, the need, I could feel it all. Each intake I could feel myself getting happier, the pain not quite deathly anymore. 

I felt fingers hook my underwear and I flushed, I had never done this, I felt like I was throwing myself at the two but if it stopped, I felt my nails lengthen in anger at the thought of them stopping, this was too good. Katsuki slowly pulled my underwear from my skin and then he let out a sigh and a shake of his head. 

“All this for us” he asked and raised an eyebrow, his fingers just grazed my core and I felt my legs shake as his hand rose with my arousal on his fingers, normal, that was normal. That was for them, so they could mate. “Fuck” he growled and I felt the need to turn my head but I didn’t I wanted to look at him. He leaned down, moving to be on his stomach as my own did flips. “Your scent” he paused and breathed in “is unlike anything, from the goddess herself” mumbled and as his tongue ran over my folds my hands were grabbing my Shouto with a small smile. 

My head laid in Shoutos’ lap as his hands held my wrists, I shook and moaned loudly as Katsuki ravished my core. This was no starving man who had just found food; this was a beast wanting to mate and fall. This beast licked and bit, sucking on the sensitive nub of nerves that caused my legs to shake and eyes to roll back. “Such a good girl” Shouto praised and my core tightened, praise from him, my mate. That’s all I wanted. I was so close but Katsuki stopped and tears pricked my eyes in need. “It’s ok little one, I know. I know it hurts, you won’t be hurting soon” I nodded in pleading, begging for it to go away and the pleasure to return. 

Katsuki moved to pull off his boxers with a smirk at my wide eyes, I needed him. Every single cell in my body was begging for him to completely ruin me. “Look at those eyes” he whispered and I stared at him “This what you want little one” I nodded eagerly “Turn over” it was like an instinct, I had my arse up and head down, back arched. Though a small alarm went off in my head, there was no time. I couldn’t get pregnant that’s all I cared about, I could have him, have his seed. I moaned, I needed his seed, that’s how we fed, feeding on emotions and cum, I needed him inside me. “Good girl” hands rested against my ass as he moved to slide his cock along my arousal, that was just cruel. I whimpered and Shouto rubbed my head softly and I felt a purr rise in my throat. “Ready baby, ready to have my cock” he asked and I nodded, pleading with him to give it to me. 

With the lining of his cock and a smile on my blissed out face, Shouto stroking my hair affectionately, praise falling from his lips like air, like it was second nature. With one thrust he was inside me and I moaned loudly, my body accompanying him with little to no pain, Succubi body. Though once he was inside a growl resonated through the room and my alarms were going off throughout my body. I didn’t care, his cock was so big, so thick. I needed this, alarms grew as he started moving slowly. 

Wolf. 

That one word sent my body aflame and I froze. The alarms in my head were not ones of stress or embarrassment but ones of warning, my life was in danger. “Wait” I whispered and moaned as I tried to push myself up from the sheets, Succubi couldn’t mate with wolves, their energy was off the charts, I couldn’t be with one “Stop” I whispered. Wolf. I sucked in a breath as my eyes rolled and I tried to push myself up from the bed once more, my arms shaking lightly. Why was I on the bottom, why was I in one of the most submissive positions, I was a succubus. I was meant to be fucking them, what was going on. “Katsuki” I moaned and I met his eyes, a shining gold. “Stop” I shook my head “Wait no stop, you’re a wolf, I can’t” my face was pressed into the sheets within the words leaving my lips. 

“Poor little Succubi so hungry she completely ignored her basic instincts” he laughed and I tried to raise again as he pushed me in further, a small whimper leaving my lips. “You’re ours” he growled, but they were my mates, I could feel that but a wolf. Pushing me into the bed as Shouto moved to hold my wrists. I had to get out, I couldn’t continue this, all hunger had left, fear coursing through my body. “You’re never leaving” each word was a thrust as I clenched around him and took it, I couldn’t get up. My nails ripped through the sheets as my legs were pinned by Katsukis. He growled “We’ve waited so long for you little one, and a succubi, for us” he laughed and leaned down to my moaning and gasping figure pushed into the sheets. “I’m going to make you take every last drop of my seed, you will feed and then you will thank your Alpha, won’t you” I wasn’t able to reply as my head was held down and his hips began to piston. 

He was amazing, feeding was basic biology, built in and inside me no matter how much you tried or not. I could feel my body taking in the emotions and lust of both of them, I couldn’t, I had to stop it, if I continued to feed off of him, off a wolf. I didn’t know what was going to happen. In all the books I had been given, Succubi were not meant to be submissive, we did the work, we brought out desires and needs, we brought them all. I couldn’t do this, I felt my shoulders shake as I bit my lip, I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing me. My walls clenched around him, again it was biology, I knew that I was meant to give the participant the best sex of their life but a wolf was not safe. 

I lifted my head, his hand moving to hold my waist to pull my body back on his cock. “Stop” I spoke and slammed my teeth into my lip as he pulled me the entire way onto his cock. With eyes wide and body tensing, I held on. I couldn’t cum. Succubi weren’t meant to come during sex, as energy was taken from them Succubi gave energy during orgasim. I couldn’t cum, I had to get away. “Katsuki” he growled and all the hair on my body stood on end, I could feel my eyes shift. I turned my head “I don’t want this” I panted, his cock wasn’t moving, this was awful. The feeling of needing him to continue but knowing he shouldn’t. I wouldn’t beg, I couldn’t beg, Succubi didn’t do that. I pushed my arms up, Shouto having leaned back to just sit and watch “Get off” I stated and felt my heart race. 

A smirk spread across his face and I knew I was in danger, I knew I was in a lot of danger. His arms wrapped around my torso and brought me to his own, hands coming to snake around my neck and grip as the other slid around my waist to hold me still. “Oh little Succubus” I shivered and clawed at his arm, his hand tightening around my neck and I moved to grip that hand  “You belong to us, got it” I shook my head and he thrust, my eyes rolling back as I gripped his hand “Succubi are meant to be fearsome creatures who can bring down gods with a single glance and look at you being held down and fucked by an Alpha. So submissive” he liked to talk, hearing his own voice as I swallowed and shook my head. I wasn’t submissive, another thrust and my legs clenched. “You’re perfect for us, why else would we be paired with a Succubus if not to absolutely own them” I shook my head, tears pricking my eyes. 

I shook my head and Shouto moved to kneel in front of me “Don’t cry little one” I clenched at the nickname and I knew Katsuki felt it, his growl resigning through the room. “You’re safe with us” he smiled and nodded to my shaking body “We’re going to take care of you, completely own and possess you” his eyes shifted and I pulled back lightly in fear. 

Vampire. 

I shook my head and tried to move “No” I stuttered and a tear fell from my eye. “Stop” I begged, I didn’t care anymore. This was my life, I couldn’t. This is why Succubi were so rare, we were used as slaves, as objects to possess and own, a way to have endless energy that didn’t harm them in the process. I was panicking, I could feel my heart racing and my back itched. “I can’t” I shook my head. Another thrust and I was sobbing in pleasure, all the emotions of lust, affection, pride coursed through the room. “This isn’t right” 

He smiled lightly “I promise little one, you won’t have to do anything, you are for us. We won’t let you leave. Being each other's leaning post for so long and now we have you. This perfect being, absolutely perfect for us” he nodded and the alarms sounded again, my nails hurt and my back itched again.  “You will take us, you will take our marks and bonds and then” he sighed out head tilting to the side “and then you’ll need us, beg us to take you” he breathed out even though I knew his lungs did not need that air. “Now Katsuki” he looked past me as I shook and tried to pry the hand from my neck. “Why don’t you show her what a good Alpha does to ones mate”

I was back against the sheets again, my hips rising and his hand had moved to the back of my neck to hold me down. I moaned out and gripped. If I just dealt with this one time then I could leave, just leave the school and run. I just had to not cum, not give him that feeling. I couldn’t feed anymore, I had fed too much already, I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t feed, I had to stop and just take it. His cock felt like it was bigger as the head begged to breach my womb. His cock rubbed against my walls as he pushed and pulled his hips, claws dug into my neck and waist. My entire body was vibrating as I tried to clench and hold back my release. This only spurred him on. 

He leaned down and I swear his cock was digging into my very soul “I’m going to knot you” this is why they were so dangerous, by being able to pump loads of seed into the participant they could hold it there and make the Succubi feed, make them absorb it. There wasn’t much a Succubi could do if there was no way to remove their seed. I shook my head “Fuck im going to fill you to brim” wolves also had a need to breed, if this was any other sense I wouldn’t blame him. 

“Please” he stopped and I breathed out “Please” I was allowed to turn to him “Please Katsuki” he breathed out. “Fuck me, fuck me just please don’t knot me” I begged and panted as my body tried to stop the Alpha. Tried to plead with the beast not to do what he so desperately wanted. His eyes narrowed and breathed fast. “Katsuki, please I’ve never fed” I was trying anything, his eyes did soften lightly and I felt my legs shake. “I’ve never fed before, this is too much. I can’t take an Alphas’ knot, please” his eyes drifted to the other males who were happily watching the show. 

“If you knot her, she’ll feed” I swallowed but didn’t dare move as he slowly thrust in and out of my core, not being able to stay still, still needing that friction. “She’ll get used to it” I shook my head. I had never even had sex before, I couldn’t take an Alphas knot. “Her body is built to take anything you give her” he moved forward gripping my face “Whether it be emotional or physical” he smiled as I glared. “If not I'm sure she’ll get used to it after a few sessions” fear, fear was the only emotion I knew as I tried to drop my head as Katsuki continued but Shouto held my face. “Look at me, I want to see your expression when our mate knots you” I glared and hissed lightly, his fingers gripped harder as growls were heard. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,” he smirked. I knew I would too, that was the problem. 

“Going to pump you full” he panted completely thrusting into my awaiting body. “Full of pups” he sighed and I tried to look away from Shouto, embarrassment running up my spine and down my cheek. My head was pulled to look at him. His cock got bigger, I could feel his knot and I tried to move, I couldn’t. Panic and fear caused a sob. “So good” he was going faster though more erratic. I tried to pull away and a growl ripped through his throat. I stilled and then he was growling and with one push his knot was inside my cunt expanding and taking up as much space as physically possible. 

A pleasurable scream ripped from my throat as Shouto forced my eyes to look at his, thick ropes of cum painted my insides only for my body to try and not take it completely. I clenched down on his cock willing my body not to feed but as more continued to pump, there was no way I couldn’t just let me eyes roll “Alpha” I whispered and my head fell to the bed from Shouto’s hands as I fed, his cum was so filling, absolutely indulging. This is why we didn’t feed from them. 

I wasn’t sure how long I sat against the bed just breathing and feeling the emotions around the room and the males. Growls resigned behind me as he leaned over and rested his head on my shoulder as my legs shook, feeding was unlike anything a human could comprehend. The feeling of being completely satisfied, no human emotion or feeling could ever amount to this. I understood why Succubi gave into strong creatures. The idea of Katsuki completely filling my body over and over again made a small moan leave my lips. Time passed, time was non-existent, it was nothing, time was but a myth, un-important. I felt him pull and lifted my hips up with a whimper, I was so sensitive, so much intensity, so many emotions, so much force. He pulled again and I whimpered turning my head to try and look away, as I met eyes with the beast he smirked and he pulled from my body as I moaned and pushed my face into the bed. My mind was so clouded I was unaware Katsuki had moved away as my hips fell to the sheets. 

I felt hands on my waist and I was turned over and my hands laid next to my head as I tried to regain what little coherent thought I had, I looked up blinking my eyes a few times to see Shouto above me though what I noticed more was the heat against my thigh. I looked down and saw his cock, hard, leaking and pulsing. My brain began to kick back into gear and my hands moved though were quickly pinned down. 

“You aren’t going to let yourself and Katsuki have all the fun only to leave me out, are you” he asked with a smirk and I saw his fangs poke through the words. I shook my head, no, he wasn’t about to do what I thought. This couldn’t be happening. “Come on little one, I'm sure you can go again” the fear began to rise, the pleasure fading like a fog. I shook my head and he smirked. “I’ll make sure it is very pleasurable” my hands moved to pull my head to the side and I tried to move away. 

“Come on little one, be nice” Katsuki's voice was husky, I'm sure his pleasure was still coursing through his veins. I tried to lift my legs through it and did nothing. I couldn’t put them between the vampire and I, he was too close. My wrists pinned to the bed and head pulled to the side to show my neck. “You were so good for me” he whispered and a shiver ran over my body. 

I felt Shoutos cock run over my folds and I tried to clench my legs but with his body in the way I couldn’t stop the onslaught, it felt amazing, my hunger was already rising. They were my mates, I would always be a least a little lustful for them, that’s just how mates worked. I could hear Shoutos’ breath even though his lungs did not work, his skin was both freezing cold but also burning along my skin. 

I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance and he paused a shudder running through his body. I tried to look at him and my head was moved so I could see him, my eyes were fearful and wide. I barely took an Alpha and now a vampire was going to take me one after another. I was unsure how I was going to fair. 

He began to push in agonizingly slow “Please” I begged and met his eyes, glowing and beautiful, just like the other males. They were bright but not red like most vampires and then it clicked, he was no normal vampire and i'm sure from my wide eyes and shaking hands, the smirk he gave was one of knowing I knew what he was. A mix of two purebloods, that was the only way to have those eyes are a vampire. An Alpha and a Pureblood, how was I so unlucky. “Shouto please” he paused again only a few inches inside, both too much and not enough. “Please” I begged again and a tear ran down my face “Not a pureblood” his smirk only grew “I can’t” I added with a shaky breath “It’s too much, please, stop” I begged and begged. I was willing to do anything for him, not too. I couldn’t do this. 

“Oh but little one” he moved forward and as he did, his cock only went deeper. I remained eye contact as I struggled to not make a sound “You are ours” he smirked and I could see the insanity, the bloodlust of a vampire swirl. “You were made for us as much as we were for you” I couldn’t argue, it was true. I was made for them and they were made for me but why, why would the universe pair me with not only two mates but an Alpha and a Pureblood. One I might have been able to sway but two of them one after another was too much. “You’re going to feel so good little one” he nodded and he continued to push in. He was softer than Katsuki but he was far scarier. “All you need is my venom and you’ll be begging me to take you” panic rose in my soul and I shook my head as best I could as I tried to move away. “No no, little one, calm down. You’re going to feel so good, you won’t be in pain anymore with us” I grit my teeth and let my head fall back as he began to thrust. 

His thrusts were slow and deep, each one you could feel the veins of his cock, could feel each pulse of his body. For a dead body he sure felt alive, vampires were strange creatures, many believed them to have beating hearts that were so slowed it was hard to catch, overpowered creatures with few predators, instant bloodthirsty killers, many speculations about these creatures but this was a Pureblood, one from two lines it seemed. I tried to grit my teeth practically breaking my jaw so I wouldn’t let out a noise. He did not deserve my voice. 

He sighed and looked up to my eyes as he was nestled as deep as he could go, my legs tensed and my breath hitched, eyes trying not to roll back. Katsuki looked at me as he held my head in his large hands. “Look at you” Katsuki whispered “Trying to be so strong” he scoffed with a smirk “Look at you” I swallowed “You’re trying so hard not to show Shouto you’re enjoying it, why don’t we make you be honest with yourself” I went to talk though with one fast and unexpected thrust I moaned “There we go, see” he nodded and Shouto did it again, I tried to hold it in but this felt amazing. “I think it’s time Shou” I watched as Katsuki leaned over me to look at the male with lust filled eyes “You hungry baby” he other growled and I shook my head, Katsuki having moved his hands to Shoutos’ face to pull him in for a kiss. I couldn’t deny the way my body clenched at the sight. Katsuki moved back and panted “Come on, give her what she wants, what she needs” he moved back and took my head back into his hands with soft eyes. 

My head was turned to the side and I tried to move away but there was nowhere to go, nothing I could do. Shouto leaned down and he looked feral, completely gone, taken by the bloodlust and need, I would have found it beautiful, absolutely entrancing if my life wasn’t in danger. I didn’t know what his venom did, Purebloods were hard to come by, even harder to study. His lips danced along my neck and I clenched down on him as I tried to move my head so he didn’t have access. My head was only turned more. His hot tongue glided up my neck and I shivered, clenching more. I couldn’t cum, I couldn’t cum. I could do this, I just couldn’t cum. Another lick up my neck and I let out a shuddering breath. 

“Shouto” the words were lost as his teeth dragged along my skin and I swallowed to try and stay calm, his breathing was laboured and it brought my heart no calmness knowing he did not need to make noises during this, he did not need to sound like a beast, an animal, feral. This was need, this was bloodlust. “Just do it” I whispered, my heart was racing, fear coursing through my body. It wasn’t just the fear of being a Succubi but the fear of vampires, drinking blood was something to fear. This was not just the supernatural part of me but also my past human self. “Will it hurt?” I asked slowly, my hands shaking. 

“For a moment and then you’ll feel euphoric” he whispered his tongue running along the vein in my neck “You’re being so good little one” I closed my eyes and his hands moved from my wrists to my hands, holding them. If I wasn’t about to be fed off after being completely fucked out of my mind and about to be fucked once more, I might have found it cute. I gripped his hands though Katsukis’ never moved and I was thankful if he did, I might freak and bleed out. 

“Shouto” I tried to ask but a quick scream left my lips in the same breath as his teeth buried themselves underneath my skin, sharp like a knife, no like a needle, something I could not comprehend. Tears fell from my eyes and my instincts let out sirens in my body, begging me to move, I couldn’t. I gripped his hands harshly and I could have sworn there was a crack. The sound of his first swallow of my blood made my cunt clench and he began to move. His teeth went deeper and I let out a whimper as Katsuki looked at me and wiped a tear from my eye. Then came the rush, the rush of pleasure that made my cunt ache and legs shake, made my hunger flare and a moan leave my lips. 

His hips moved faster and my eyes rolled, what was this, why did it feel so good. Why was everything heightened, I wanted to feed, I began to feed. It felt better than anything, no it was on par with Katsuki. What was this, feeding was sexual to some Pureblood but I never thought it would feel like this. His hands left my hands though I could not move them, I didn’t want to, I wanted to keep them there. I wanted to follow anything he said, I'd do anything for him, anything for them one needed only to say the word. His fangs left my neck and he licked along the marked and I moaned loud and my legs shook with pleasure. Katsuki let my head go but I only bared my neck in return. 

“My venom is working” he whispered, his venom, Pureblood had venom. Yes, I think I remembered reading about that, maybe not. Everything felt so good, too good right now. “My venom acts as an aphrodisiac, that way finding and feeding off prey is much easier” that’s why everything felt so good. My back itches and I feel my hips lift with the discomfort. “One bite and you won’t be in pain” he was right, there was no pain, no nothing. Just, them. His hips began to move faster and my body complied with lifting my legs and his hands held the underneath of my knees and began to piston. It was surreal, so deep yet so utterly pleasureful. “Do you feel good, little one” he asked and I couldn’t stop the nod of my head. The alarms were so quiet, more like a song played low in a car with the windows down. This is why they were dangerous, our bodies gave in so naturally. 

His hips moved faster and my body couldn’t keep up, I clenched down, my instinct clenched down as to not cum, I couldn’t care less at this point. I wanted it, I wanted it all. I wanted his fangs again, I wanted him to feed, to take me. I wanted his cock, I wanted his seed, anything he had to offer, I’d take it willingly. His hips were moving so quickly, my legs over his elbows and he drove himself into my body over and over again. I was moaning that I knew but it was so cloudy, lust was all I could feel. My hands lifted and his eyes were instantly on them, Succubi used their nails for defence but my hand moved to rest on his abdomen as he pressed forward. Eyes rolling back into my head. 

I was just taking him, the change from the rough animalistic to the this was surreal, I didn’t even know how to describe this, his venom brought out your wants, your needs. I could die happy knowing I had, had both of them. His hips moved faster and my breath hitched “You’re such a good girl” Shouto nodded his eyes trained on my face as his hips began to speed up. I nodded, my voice was nothing. I wanted his seed, needed his seed. With one look into his eyes the alarms were quietened. “Are you ready, little one, ready to take Masters cum” he asked and I could only agree with a smile and a “Yes Master”. His venom ran through my system though as his hips sped up my walls clenched, my body knew. I was trying not to cum though his hips slammed into my own, he was so deep, with a few more thrusts he was pushing himself as deep as he could go and moaned his fangs being shown as he released into my body and I drank it up happily. This was too much, but the feeling of each pump of his seed was unearthly. 

When he stopped his head was down and body was still giving small thrusts, this was beyond venom, this was close to submission. Two strong energy participants giving my body exactly what it begged for was going to go one way or another. I felt the effects of the venom begin to wear off after some minutes after the ordeal and when I looked I was gripping Katsukis arm, nails dug into the skin, blood dripping from the skin, there were scratch marks on Shouto’s arms from where I had grabbed and on his torso. Looking I do not think the sex was as calm as my mind made it out to be. I slowly moved my hand from Katsuki’s with a small apology. My hand was brought up to Shouto’s face and his tongue ran anlong my fingers and nails then leaned over my tired body only sliding himself deeper to grab and lick Katsuki’s arm. I was spent, so utterly spent. 

I breathed slowly trying my best to recover though Shoutos arms moved around my body holding my body to his own, we moved and he slowly flipped us over so I was straddling him. I bit my lip as my nails dug into his chest to try and balance myself. This was too much, all too much. I was so full of energy yet completely exhausted, flexing my legs to see if I could even feel them I moved to try and push myself up from him though hands gripped my hips and I looked up at him. 

“No little one” he shook his head with a smile “Not yet” I looked down and swallowed lightly, I wanted to leave, needed to leave. This was too much already. “Little one” he smiled, there was no smirk but this smile was so genuine and happy. “We are going to be one” I felt hands wrap around my torso and a head came to rest on my shoulder. “All of us” my eyes widened at his words. 

“You’re so good for us” Katsuki whispered, laying a small kiss on my neck as I shook my head and tried to move away, his arms were placed firmly around my body and I was unable to move. His cock moved to my entrance and I shook my head with vigor as Katsuki continued to kill along my neck. “Relax” my eyes began to water, not both of them. I couldn’t take both, both were too much. This was too much. Though he slowly pushed in, Shouto’s venom still ran through my veins and the high from being fed, they planned this in the minimal time they had. He continued to push in and I moaned out as my nails dug into Shoutos’ chest. 

“Stop” I whispered and shook my head. “Please, wait” a whimper fell from my lips as I breathed out. “Please, not both” I shook my head and tried to lift my hips, not both of them, so much energy from both of them. “I can’t have both of you” I breathed out. 

Katsuki did slow but he continued to push inside as Shouto rubbed loving circles on my hips and glided his hands down my thighs. “We’ll go slow baby” Katsuki whispered and his hands moved to wrap around my waist “It’s ok, nice and slow” I couldn’t stop them “We’ll go slow and then” he breathed out voice laboured and uneven “We can bond” his voice sounded so happy and overly excited. “We can be one, all of us” he continued to push in and my head fell back. The stretch was unlike anything I had felt before, I wanted more. 

“We’ll bond love” I could hear the smile in Shouto’s voice from where my head was resting on Katsuki’s shoulder, though I knew those words were not for me. “We’ll be one, and then” there was a pause “We can be together” there was another pause “Forever” Katsuki pushed in further so agonizingly slow and soon he was at the hilt. I had two cocks inside me. 

“Fuck” I breathed out my nails digging into Shoutos chest “Fuck” I swore again not being able to completely comprehend and have a straight thought. There was no room left and I already knew what was to come when Katsuki was finished. My walls massaged them instinctively. “So deep” my eyes rolled back into my head and I felt my legs shake with vigor. “So deep” I whispered as Shouto moved and then they began to thrust in tandem, while one was deep then the other was at the entrance and then as one pulled out the other pushed in. I couldn’t help my moans, there was nothing that could feel better then the two of them. Nothing could amount to this feeling “Yes” I moaned “More” I whispered my breathing picking up, pant-like. 

“You’re so good little one” Shouto praised as Katsuki moved to kiss the length of my neck “Look at you” I could hear the wide smile and feel the happiness pour from him “You’re so good to us, look at you, taking us” he sighed out “You’re such a good girl” I clenched down on them and heard growls from both. 

“So good” Katsuki panted as he spoke, his body moving a bit faster with Shouto following suit, “Bond” he whispered “Mate” he added and I nodded with a smile, my mind going numb, this was beyond comprehension for pleasure. 

A brutal pace was set as they both moved inside my awaiting walls, my body was satisfied and happy, so very happy. I had my mates, my mates were feeding me, keeping me happy. They were such good mates, amazing mates. My mind was going hazy and I felt that coil tighten in my abdomen, I felt amazing, body buzzing and preening with delight. My back itched and I felt my shoulder roll to release the tension. I moved to have my front pressed close to Shouto’s as I breathed and his hands moved to hold my face, I moved in and kissed him, the kiss was like drinking from the fountain of the gods, the way the energy flowed throughout my body was beautiful. We ended the kiss and I moved back to turn my head and take Katsuki into a deep kiss wanting to feel if it was the same, it was. This utterly undeniable feeling of energy. 

I rested my hands on Shouto’s chest and my mouth hung open as they continued, I could feel my body clench and every single cell in my body was telling me to cum, telling me to give into them, telling me to submit to my mates. “I need to cum” I moaned and when I opened my eyes Shouto’s was looking straight at me, Katuski growled behind me “Please” I watched as Shouto was about to open his mouth ‘Please let me cum” I begged and his eyes went wide and then he smiled. “Shouto, Katsuki please, let me cum” my voice was high as I begged. 

“Should we let her cum Katsuki?” Shouto asked, smiling up at my form as his eyes drifted to Katsuki’s “She’s being so good for us, even asking permission” I clenched tighter, permission. I needed my mate's permission. Katsuki peppered kisses along my neck and shoulder, leaving small nips here and there. 

“I think so, look at her” he whispered, moving his hand to cup my face, a thumb on one cheek and the rest of his fingers holding the other cheek, he shook my face lightly. “She’s so fucked out, aren’t you” I nodded, I needed to cum, I needed to cum so bad. “Go on little one, cum for us” he let go of my face and I fell to Shouto’s chest. 

They both moved faster moving as deep and fast as possible “Shouto” my voice moaned out as my eyes rolled back “Katsuki” I moaned in another breath and then it all broke, I felt my whole body shake as I screamed out the pleasure taking over my body, it ripped through each individual cell in my being and rushed out. I could hear the growls from the both of them and then at the height of my climax my back ripped and I felt my nails length as my eyes went fuzzy as my legs and body twitched in pleasure. My arms gave out and I fell forward onto Shouto his arms wrapping around my body to hold me as I breathed. 

“That was” Shouto whispered and I felt their power throughout the room “So much power” he grit his teeth and I moved to look up and see his eyes glowing and fangs elongated. “You’re beautiful” I tilted my head lightly “You’re wings” I turned my head and indeed I saw the small flap of them as I looked back. 

“She’s got a tail too” Katsuki voice though it was much deeper and I looked back to see his own canines elongated and eyes glowing, claws held my hips and he growled with each breath. I tried to feel my tail and it was wrapped around Katsuki’s arm in a tight hold “You’re adorable” he whispered. “Fuck this” he whispered and then he was moving again though it was faster, a new purpose “We will bond” I nodded “We will be together” I continued to nod and moan as I clenched, my cunt sensitive and my body was still coming down from the high. 

“You both feel amazing” Shouto whispered and began to piston his hips as well though now they were moving as one, I was empty and then filled to the brim, I could feel my wings twitch and flap lightly with my feelings, I wasn’t sure how to use them yet and I was unsure if I was going to be able to make them disappear but as of right now, the coil was tightening once more. 

They continued to piston into my body, moans and growls could be heard and I was pushed into Shouto as Katsuki leaned over my back his hand gliding over my wings my mouth opened tongue lolling out as my eyes shot open and my leg twitches. “Don’t do that” I moaned as I heard a light laugh and then claws dragging along my wing my body tensed again as my whole body shook with pleasure, my eyes rolling back “Katsuki don’t touch my wings” I whined out. I had never even thought that wings would be this sensitive. 

“Katsuki be nice” with those words he only added more pressure, my second climax was approaching quickly, this is why Succubi didn’t show their wings often, it was too vulnerable, too sensitive, too absolutely overwhelming. “Fuck” Shouto whispered and I clenched down harder then ever. 

“Please” I whimpered, my legs shaking uncontrollably “Please” I begged again my tail tightening around Katsuki’s arm “Please” I couldn’t think, I couldn’t comprehend, I needed them, needed everything. “Mark me” I begged as my back and wings flexed harshly, little flaps accompanying them. 

Katsuki moved down as Shouto moved up and with a few more fast and perfectly positioned thrusts I felt them both moved and with a few more thrusts I heard a loud building shaking growl as they both pushed as far in as they could possibly go and Katsuki’s knot was pushing inside my awaiting body, teeth buried beneath the skin of the area in between my neck and shoulder and it was like a ripple of energy, like waves crashing through my body, another screamed ripped from my throat as I was marked and completely taken my by mates. Amongst the ripples I could feel the warmth of their seed being pumped into my body as I fed and took all I could. I felt my wings flap and legs shake and tense. Once they removed their teeth my body fell to Shoutos’ chest as I laid there withering in the uttermost happiness. 

“Together, forever” 

[yikesharringrove]

duude that femme bitchy steve au!!! what about him pretty much knowing billy digs him, so he does all this sexual stuff on purpose for billy to watch and even sits on billy’s lap and grinds himself on him because that’s how steve is. billy’s gonna fucking die, but before that he needs to get his dick wet with stevie.

Smut

Part 2 to this

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Steve Harrington was a fucking force to be reckoned with.

Billy was almost never knocked off his game, but then again, he doesn’t think he has ever come across anyone like Steve.

His confidence rivaled Billy’s to a T, was actually kind of intimidating at times.

After that first day, when Steve had looked him up and down, and called fucking dibs on him, Steve had made true to his claim.

Billy found himself absorbed into the group of seniors, found himself being constantly touched by Steve. 

And apparently, word had spread that Billy Hargrove was off-limits. Girls would stare at him giggle behind their hands as he passed, but would clam up if he tried to flirt with them, would cast nervous glances at Steve, who was never very far away.

And then came the party.

It was Billy’s first since moving to Hawkins, a rager at Steve’s big house. Tommy had once told him Steve’s parents were almost never home and he threw lots of parties.

“He lets us all crash, and makes breakfast in the morning if we clean up.”

So Billy was dodging out of his house at ten, showing up to Steve’s house in full swing.

He pushed through the crowd, finding Carol in the kitchen. She pulled him into a hug, shoving a drink in his hand.

“Where’s Steve?” He had to practically yell in her ear.

“He never comes to a party before eleven. Even if it’s his own.” She rolled her eyes, making a comment that sounded vaguely like Great Gatsby wannabe motherfucker.

So Billy had about half an hour to kill before he saw Steve, so he figured, might as well get fucking drunk.

He was laughing with Tommy and some other seniors he didn’t care to know the names of, all sitting on the nice couches in one of Steve’s living rooms, because his house has two. Tommy’s eyes drifted to look at the stairs, rolling exaggeratedly.

Billy turned, his mouth going fucking dry as he saw Steve.

He was going down the stairs, was staring over the party like he was fucking above it all. His makeup was dark and perfect. He was in a tight little dress, and fucking heels, was steady as he came down the stairs, stepping sideways in the black boots.

He towered over everyone, the heels were probably six or seven inches, with a big platform. They just made him look even more untouchable, even more terrifyingly beautiful. He swept through the party to where Billy was sitting, smirking down at him and Tommy.

“You are a fucking drama queen,” Tommy shouted up at him.

“And what about it?” Billy caught a whiff of some perfume, light and pretty, but with a zing of spice through it. Expensive.

“Just thought you should know.” Steve slapped Tommy’s chest, moving to plop himself right on Billy’s lap, sitting with both legs tossed over to one side.

He was fucking warm on Billy.

He wrapped his arms around Billy’s shoulders, smirking at Billy’s hand on the soft skin of his thigh.

Billy didn’t know whether Steve would think he was gross for getting hard while he’s sitting on his lap, or if he’d be offended if he didn’t.

He leaned closer into Billy’s space.

“Are you having a good time?”

“I am now.”

Billy knew how to do this. How to smile all lazy and make his voice go deep.

But Steve, Steve likes to throw curve balls. He tugged at the hem of the tight black dress, crossing his knees primly. It fell to about his mid thigh.

“Have to be careful. I’m not wearing anything underneath this.”

Billy choked.

“It’s so tight, didn’t want anything disrupting the line of the dress.” He looked demurely back at Billy, making his doe eyes all wide, innocent.

Billy didn’t know what to fucking say, was just trying not to picture Steve naked, Steve naked on his lap, Steve naked on his bed, Steve pulling up the hem of the skirt and sitting right on his dick, here in front of everyone-

But then Steve winked at him, sliding off his lap to take one of the other boys by the hand.

He danced with the guy, some senior Billy wanted to fucking punch, for no reason other than how Steve was grinding against him.

They were front to front, and the guy had his hands on Steve’s ass.

He had obviously picked the biggest meathead douche there, as Steve was only about two or three inches taller than him in the black heels.

And then he turned, eyes heavy and sultry, staring Billy down as he danced, as he let the douchebag mouth and lick up his neck.

He turned back, kissing the guy sloppy, and picked up the hem of his dress, tugging it up just a bit in the back, just enough for Billy to see some asscheek.

Billy thought he was gonna go fucking brain dead at the sheer speed of all the blood in his body rushing straight to his dick.

Steve pushed the dress back down when the song began thumping into another one, pushing the guy lightly, just enough to know that’s all he would be getting with King Steve tonight.

He made his way past Billy.

“I need to fix my makeup. Come upstairs with me.”

Billy did not need to be told twice, nearly tripping over himself as he scrambled to follow Steve up the stairs. His eyes were glued to his ass, swaying slightly in front of him as he climbed.

Steve opened a door a little way down the hall, locking it behind Billy when he nervously came in. He watched as Steve reapplied some of his smeared lipstick, cleaning up what had been disturbed by the guy tongue fucking his mouth.

Billy took a seat on the bed, looking around Steve’s room.

It was painted white, and he had string lights hung up around the ceiling. One wall was covered in pictures and Polaroids of him and his little gang. Billy smiled at the picture framed on Steve’s bedside table, Tommy, Carol and Steve, all with their arms thrown around one another. They couldn’t’ve been older than seven.

Billy felt the bed shift next to him.

“That was the first day of first grade. I’ve known those two since I was tiny. I think I met Tommy when I was like, a week old, or something.” Billy put the frame down, turning to Steve.

He opened his mouth to reply, but Steve had threaded one hand into his hair, was licking into his mouth, kissing him fervently. He swung one leg over, straddling Billy’s lap.

Billy ran his fingers up Steve’s soft thighs, pushing under the dress. He fucking groaned as he felt his ass. He wasn’t lying.

“See? Told you. No panties.” Billy dug his fingers in, getting fistfuls of his ass.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Steve pushed him back a little, laughing as he wiped at the lipstick that had smeared onto Billy.

“Yeah, I fucking know.” And then he shoved Billy back until he was laying on the bed, fingers going for the remaining buttons on his shirt. “I see how you always look at me. Like you can’t fucking wait to split me open on your cock.” Billy was breathing heavily as Steve brushed long fingers down his now exposed torso, digging manicured nails into his pecs. “I can make that happen for you. You want that, Baby? Want me to ride your dick all night?”

Billy was used to having control in the bedroom, was usually the one to make the first move, would flirt with cute boys until they got flustered and blush, and then would pound them into the mattress.

But that’s not to say he’s opposed to this.

“Fuck yeah, I want that. You’re gonna look so fucking pretty, bouncing on my cock.” Steve smiled at him, pressing lipstick kisses to his chest as he undid Billy’s jeans.

He pulled out Billy’s cock, giving him a few strokes as he reached into the bedside table, opening the condom with his teeth, and rolling it on. He shifted, hovering over Billy’s dick, ready to sink down.

“Wait,” Billy grabbed his hips. “Don’t you need, lube, prep? Don’t wanna hurt you.” Steve smiled softly at him, and then rammed himself down, taking all of Billy’s cock in on go.

Billy choked out a moan, his eyes going wide.

“Fingered myself while I was getting ready.” He was fussing with the tight hem of the dress, pulling it over his hips, over his hard cock. “Thought about you, and made myself cum twice.”

He rose up, Billy scrambling to grab his hips, hold onto fucking something as he dropped back down, smirking down at Billy as he started to ride.

He was relentless.

“I think about this all the time. I-ah-I fuck myself with one, one a my toys, and think of you.” Billy arched his back, moaning loudly.

“Jesus, you’re so tight.” Billy got his feet settled on the floor, started bucking his hips up to meet Steve.

He tossed his head back, jerking the hair out of his face.

“You really think you’re the first to tell me that?” Billy swatted at his ass.

“Brat.”

Steve fucking laughed at him, planted his hands on billy’s chest, and went to fucking town.

Billy’s brain shorted the fuck out.

He had no thoughts in his little mind outside of SteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteveSteve.

He trailed one hand over his hip, going for Steve’s cock, jerking him in time with the rough pace he set on Billy’s dick.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Little tighter.” Billy tightened his grip, made Steve moan and whine.

“Make the prettiest fucking sounds.” He didn’t really know what he was saying, figured by the way Steve was fluttering around him, that he was close. “Wanna watch you cum. Gonna be fucking gorgeous.” His hand was flying on Steve’s dick, trying to get him closerclosercloser.

“Watch the dress. This was expensive.”

And then Steve shuddered, and clenched around Billy as he came, covering Billy’s chest in spunk.

He took a moment to catch his breath, going right back to fucking himself on Billy’s cock, squeezing him tight.

Billy groaned as he spilled out into the condom, hips bucking into Steve.

He fell flat against the soft bed, let himself melt into it as Steve got off of him, throwing away the condom.

Billy finally sat up to see Steve looking in the full-length mirror, re-situating his dress. He looked at himself from the side, smoothing both hands down his stomach, up over his ass.

He turned to look at Billy.

“Come crash up here tonight. We can do that again.” He grinned at Billy, disappearing behind the door, heading back to the party.

Billy flopped back on the bed, grabbing one of Steve’s pillows and screaming into it.

He was so fucked.

[fandom-blackhole]

Hello there, my darling. It is me 🐣. Forst of all, sorry for leaving you on ''read''. I've been too busy with shitshow happening in my life. Finally, late at night I can indulge in our little world. Also, I am so happy that other readers have been participating! I've seen so many good points! Oh, but I felt kinda bad for the anonnie who was dissatisfied with Boba's lack of proper sexting. Sorry not sorry but I have a blast everytime we bully tech-grandpa Boba. Okay, onto your entries!

Yes, camping with Paz!!! He lives for hiking,

Also sharing a sleeping bag with him,

Yes, yes, especially since nights in the mountains are definitely cold 😉,

Oh god, oh yes, after some intense wrestling session, laying together and stargazing,

Paz with tatts??

Hell yeah!

I've seen noonies being onto idea that Paz is a geek,

So he definitely has a sleeve tatt with all of his favorite heroes,

Also Miles Morales! Omg, yes, Paz favorite movie is Into the Spoderverse!,

Also Paz has some inspirational/self-love related tattoos in this foreign language (mando'a?),

Trip too Zoo with our beloved clan = a disaster,

Lots of pics of Din holding Grogu while petting and feeding animals 😍,

Grogu and his weird food fixation, bless his soul,

Yes! DIPPIN' DOTS, BLUE RASPBERRY ICE FTW,

Yes a frog stuffie!!! When you guys get back home, he waddles back to his cool space room and introduces baby Yoda to his new friend!,

Ah yes, the frog catching disaster,

You and Din discussing getting Grogu a pet frog,

Uncle Paz helps with getting the right terrarium kit!,

You often catch Paz babytalking to his Ad'ika,

Typicial, who's the good boy? Yes, you are,

Also Paz playing dead and his little companion jumping all over him to revive him,

Din as Mando, Grogu as Baby Yoda and you as Omera, you say?? Heck yeah!,

Also Razor Crest needs a costume as well!,

Uncle Boba throwing a huge ass Halloween party,

Big deal event, celebrities showing up,

Kudos to anon who pitched the idea of Bonnie and Clyde!,

Also Pedro Pascal shows up at the party too,

He is dressed as mando,

Shitshow is about to go down 😂,

People getting confused because Pedro and Din not only have similar posture but they also sound similar, it's too uncanny-valley,

Boba would definitely kidnap you from the dance floor to do some urgent wrestling!,

Also umm 😳 gunplay!kink Boba 😳,

You and Paz going trick or treating!!!,

Witch Paz once casted a curse upon a customer who was being a huge karen to the waitress,

He loves his employees dearly, so no messing around is allowed!,

His employees were shipping you with him long before you became a thing,

Paz once jokingly said that he would lick and eat anything off of you,

You were like hmm even spaghetti?,

And he was like heck yess,

Eww, Paz baby, gross!

Next time he was slurp slurping pasta from your body, srsly this goofball,

Afterwards, he cleaned you nicely, through and through no worries,

Giving Boba a head while he dives his expensive car? 😳,

Also he has a big hot tube and a pool in his penthouse!,

Drinking expensive alcohol while snuggling in the tub?,

Making Boba to loosen up, skinny dipping in the pool??,

You and Din were wrestling rather intensively, and he mumbled something about adding another child to you little family,

You didn't pay much attention to that,

Until he started to grunt about putting a baby in you every now and then,

You having a talk with him,

He shyly explaining that it was his deepest desire to have a big loving family,

Admitting that vision of you carrying for Grogu makes him bothered every time,

Also he said he couldn't get the image of you with a baby bump out of his head,

Omg Paz being infertile???

You've just broken my heart as wel...

But Boba and Kamino project to the rescue???,

Or alternatively, he would have no problem adopting children, being blood related isn't important to him at all,

Auntie Armorer comforting him about his problem,

But imagine if he somehow managed to get you pregnant... 😭😭😭

Also, Mr Fett senior looking up from the heavens at his son, thinking when he'd get grandchildren to carry on the family ''business'' legacy

Once again sorry for the lack of my participation I will try to tune in more often, my darling! Also, I didn't add much this time sorry my mind was somewhere else this time. I will try to add more ideas later! - 🐣

Welcome back darling!!! I missed you, and don't worry about being away take all the time you need. I am also glad that you enjoyed all of our other little rambles that I've answered!

Paz named his dog Ad'ika, this man most definitely has quotes/self love tattoos in mando'a, mandalorian ruins, or aurebesh

Paz has a tattoo for all of his fallen friends and teammates he lost while he was in military

Paz baby talking his dog is so fucking cute!!!

Paz definitely taught his dog all of the tricks, including play dead

When the two of you go trick or treating some of the kids do get scared of him because he's dressed like chewie and he's huge. He pouts because he didn't mean to scare them

Paz totally does little curses to the people who come in and are rude, you don't treat his employees like that, or the other customers without retaliation

His employees had a pool going to see how long it takes before Paz actually mans up and asks you out, and then another one fore how long it'll take before the two of you are married

If you would let him, Paz would never use a plate again. He would eat anything and everything off of you, but his favorites are sweets

Chocolate syrup, yes please. Paz makes sure to thoroughly clean you up 😉

Paz finally opens up to you about his impotency issues one night and you hold him close telling him that, that doesn't matter to you

Paz would and could adopt every child he meets if he could

But also like imagine, one day while you both are still dating, you've missed your period for a month or two, but you don't think much about it because you can't have kids with Paz right?

Well you go to the doctors because something is obviously wrong, and because it is procedure they run a pregnancy and it comes back positive and you're just floored

When you get home and Paz asks how everything went, worried about you, you just blurt it out and Paz freezes

He doesn't know what to think, he's overjoyed and he loves you, but he isn't supposed to be able to have kids, so is it his kid? He quickly yeets that thought away because he knows and trusts you

After that he goes full daddy bear mode and is protective of you and just constantly trying to hover over you

Also Paz helping Grogu with finding and taking care of a frog

Din absolutely melted at the sight of Grogu feeding the animals, it made him so proud of his son

Grogu loves all of his stuffed animals and he is constantly playing and talking with them

His favorite is ofcourse his baby yoda

GROGU POINTS TO PEDRO AND ALWAYS CALLS HIM DAD. He does this with the mandalorian and just any pictures

You totally introduce Grogu to bubble tea, and he absolutely L O V E S it

Din making little comments about about want creating a family with you

Din always begging to cum inside of you

Grogu once asked for a little brother or sister and Din almost combusted

As for what Razor Crest should be for Halloween, I would say either a ting Razor Crest ship or tiny Kryate Dragon?

Pedro would be so ecstatic to meet his basically identical twin

(You accidentally go up to Pedro and kiss his cheek at one point before you realize you mixed and Din pouts)

Boba's Halloween party is totally Great Gatsby themed

Boba totally keeps trying to get handsys and you have to push him away

Slow and passionate wrestling in Boba's hot tub

ROAD HEAD! ROAD HEAD!

I raise you, Boba fingering the life out of you as he's driving

Imagine finding a picture of Boba and Jango and smiling at Boba telling him he looks just like his father

Boba joking about carrying on the tradition and making a little Boba

Then the both of you just look at eachother and pretty much jump eachother simultaneously

(Also imagine getting kidnapped by an enemy crime syndicate and Boba just going on a war path)

(SEND ME THOTS!!!)

[stachmousworld]

P*$$y fairy (Hot Smut) P.1

Pairing: Steve rogers x WOC original character

Tag: Daddy kink, vaginal fingering, virginity loss (blood), oral sex, consensual all the way through.

Part 2 

“No,” she said categorically.

“Please…pretty please…” Julie begged her best friend.

“No. You are out of your mind. I won’t do it.”

Julie took a deep breath. “I didn’t want to invoke this, but…do you remember the life or death experience from march?”

Her bestfriend sent her a death glare.

“On all the shit you could use this, you chose this one?”

Julie nodded vehemently. She plumped her lower lip and opened her big blue eyes. She knew that her bestfriend wouldn’t be able to resist.

“Argh! Ok! Stop looking at me like that!” She said, throwing her hands in the air. “What I wouldn’t do for my so-called friend.”

Juliet jumped into her arms and thanked her.

“I let you prepare yourself. My stepdad is a little bit nervous. So be prepared.”

She rolled her eyes and gave her best smile. Julie grimaced.

“You won’t fuck it up on purpose, right? Because he really likes you and he loves talking to you about these boring things.”

Her best friend plopped on the couch. She reveled in the compliments. She, also, loved to discuss with Steve. He was as smart as handsome and could debate for hours. If he wasn’t Julie’s stepdad, she’d totally go for him.

“Why would I do that, Julie?” She asked, her voice laying thick on sarcasm.

Julie glared at her.

“I know I should have never asked you to do that,” she muttered, leaving the room

“After tonight, we’re even!” She screamed, cackling like a hyena. “Finally, even,” she repeated in a mutter.

 It took her a few minutes to get prepared. She chose a regular outfit. Tight little red dress with short heels. Julie’s stepdad was quite tall, but she didn’t want to have sore feet before the end of the night. She shook her head and patted her wig. She had chosen a burgundy one and had curled the long hair. She looked gorgeous if she did say so herself. She shook her head enjoying the feeling of the silky hair on her back.

It didn’t take long before Julie’s stepdad rang at the door. She took her jacket, her bag and opened the door. Mister Rogers looked…too handsome to be real. He had trimmed his full beard, she remarked, out loud. His entire face relaxed. He let out a chuckle.

“What else have I changed, miss?”

She smiled recognizing the competition.

“Your hair is longer, and you didn’t dye them. You don’t where your contacts today.” He looked briefly shocked. A small smile appeared on his face. “You normally don’t wear anything that “posh” so that’s a win for me. It looks good on you. Dark blue makes your eyes pop more.”

Mister Rogers licked his lip slowly, then smiled again. It’s weird how she could notice more details from him because she was attracted to him. She didn’t want to freak him out, so she’d just focus on the more obvious.

“Can we stay in your apartment just one second?” he asked out of the blue.

She opened her mouth to question him but thought otherwise. She pushed herself out of the way and let him in.

 He was standing there, in the middle of her living room, looking out of place. The blue of his suit clashed with the warm colors in her apartment, but he didn’t care. No. He seemed perfectly at in his element.

“Do you need to go to the toil –”

“Shhh” he ordered her softly. “Do you remember Julie’s 21st birthday?”

She unconsciously took a step back as memories flooded her mind. Some parts were hazy and others more like a living fantasy. She didn’t remember taking anything, no alcohol nor drugs, that’s for sure. So, there was no way what happened was real. It had been a vivid, extremely vivid dream.

“Yeah?”

Mister Rogers unbuttoned his vest and laid it on the armchair. He sat down and crossed his leg. He was gazing at her, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“Do you remember what happened between us?”

“Between us?” She repeatedly dumbly.

He nodded patiently. Slowly drumming on his ankle.

“I don’t…what happened?” She preferred asking. It had been a vivid dream. Nothing had been real she reassured herself.

“Julie was having a party downstairs, and everyone was partying, drinking and enjoying their night, right?”

“Hm.” Her breathing grew shallower.

“Yep. I was upstairs in my bedroom, minding my own business when you can in my room. Your face was as red as a beetroot. I thought you were having an allergic reaction.”

She frowned. She had no memories of that.

“I came to you, helped you out. You were stuttering something about an important issue,” he chuckled. “I asked you what that had to do with me…”

 Memories came as he talked.

 “But you don’t understand, Mister Rogers! I’m going to die a virgin,” she pouted, unashamed. She was high on adrenaline and felt braver than she’d ever think.

Mister Rogers – Steve smiled and shook his head, amused.

“Isn’t that a tad dramatic? Even for you?”

“And what I’m supposed to do?”

Steve moved around the room, tidying as he walked through.  

“Finding a boy who’ll love you and make love to you.”

She grimaced and grunted.

“That’s going to take forever. Plus, boys my age don’t know shit about sex. It’s ‘oh a vagina, let me put my dick in it.’ and a few seconds later they cum and you’re still dry as fuck and they don’t care about that because, ‘women should be wet all the time’ or my favorite response ‘It’s not my problem’.” She flopped on his bed and laid there, sighing deeply. “I’m going to die a virgin.”

Steve started laughing surprising her. She raised her head and smiled softly.

“That’s not funny…” She grumbled.

Steve took a look at her and laughed some more.

“Mister Rogers! This is a really serious matter.”

“Ok, ok I stop.” He raised his hands in mock defense. “But you have to understand that for me, a man of the wrong side of 30, it’s kind of hilarious that your main worry in life is losing your virginity.” He made his way toward her and sat next to her. “You have your entire life to get it figured it out. I don’t want you to rush things up. Like you said, boys your age don’t really think about giving.”

She frowned not liking at all the paternal tone. She didn’t want to wait many more years. She wanted to have sex right now. Her eyes grew wide. Right now. Parties were a good way to have sex so Julie said.

“Why do I know you didn’t listen jack shit of what I just said?” He sighed.

“Thank you, mister Rogers! But I gotta go.” She jumped off the bed and quickly made her way to the door.

“Wait!” She stopped. “What are you going to do, exactly?”

She spun around. “Have sex. Parties are known to have horny people. I’m sure I’d find someone to sleep with me. Easy peasy.”

Steve who had been laughing a few minutes ago was dead serious. He looked reprobative and the frown on his face wasn’t reassuring.

“That’s exactly the opposite of what I told you to do.”

“Yeah, and?” She kept glancing behind her as if the horny people would disappear in a minute.

“You will regret it.”

“And?” She pressed him.

“It’s supposed to be –.”

“I’m going to cut you right there, Mister Rogers. I don’t care at this point. I want an orgasm or two. That’s it.”

Steve sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This is unbelievable. Are you drunk?” She shook her head. “Baked?” Another shook.

Steve stood up. He raised his eyes to the ceiling. “God forgive me.” He looked at his feet, then at her. “I can’t in all fairness let you have some maybe unprotected sex with a knucklehead, who’s going to cum in a few seconds and leave you dry.”

She blushed at his crudity.

“You shouldn’t blush. Those are the words you used.”

She tried to explain herself but failed miserably.

“I’m going to propose something. Instead of sleeping with someone you don’t know, I’ll do it.”

She choked on her saliva. Her nostrils burned as her saliva went through them. She wiped her nose hastily.

“What do you mean by I’ll do it?” She had to make sure she heard it right.

“I’ll fuck you” The blush intensified. Steve smirked mischievously. “I’ll put my erection in your wet vagina. I’ll put my dick in your greedy hole and fill you up quite nicely.”

She shuffled her feet trying to not cross her legs and be obvious. There was an aching between her legs. It was both familiar and yet unfamiliar. She was used to being horny but the emptiness inside of her had never felt so awful.

“You don’t have to be this crude,” she repeated weakly.

Steve walked slowly toward her. His eyes never left hers.

“Why? Do you think those frat boys would be more polite?” He stood a few feet from her. “No. They’d treat you like a whore, manhandle you. And if you find the wrong one, he’ll make sure to tell his friends about your little pussy.” His voice grew deeper. “And I’d have to beat the hell out of these boys.” He approached until her face collided with his broad chest. “But we don’t want that right?”

“N-no.”

“Good. Have you ever seen a dick before?”

The change of subject gave her whiplash.

“No.” He took a few steps backward and sat on the bed legs open.

“Come and work for it, then.”

She walked a little unsure of what to do. Did he want her to suck him or jerk him off?

She kneeled in front of him and unbuttoned his jeans. First surprise was that he was soft but long. The tip was a pretty pinkish. She rolled her fingers around the shaft and slowly moved. Steve hissed. Her head snapped up.

“Keep going, baby girl. Take your time and do whatever you think could feel good. But no teeth.”

“Oh, and I thought I could bite it off,” she joked.

Before Steve could reply she sucked the tip. Her tongue rolled around the bulbous head, tasting a drop of precum. She hummed, finally relaxing. She swallowed more of his dick, making sure to hide her teeth. 

The tip hit the back of the throat. She moaned and kept going past her gag reflex, until she was nuzzled on his pubic. She cleared her throat, making him moaned loudly. 

He gripped the sheets next to him. She slowly bobbed her throat enjoying his growing thickness in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back as he was fully erected. She couldn’t deepthroat him anymore and mourned the feeling of his hair on her face.

His carnal scent made her dizzy.

With one hand she rolled and squeezed his balls and with the other she jerked him off. She bobbed her head faster, as his groans grew louder.

“God, what a mouth…” he hissed. He placed a hand on her head and fucked her mouth. She closed her eyes, mouth agape, barely breathing. He forced his length inside her throat making her gag. Her eyes watered.

He finally let go of her when she was on the verge to faint. He slapped his wet dick onto her cheeks, avoiding her stretched tongue.

“That’ll be for later. I guess.” He pushed grabbed her and laid her on the bed. She let him do, still not believing she had sucked her bff stepdad. When she came back to herself, Steve had already taken care of his clothes and hers. He was between her legs, caressing the apex of her thighs. She moaned, pushing her hip onto his face.

“I thought you would never come back to yourself.”

“First time sucking a dick, so…” she said, voice a little hoarse.

Steve smiled. “And you did amazing. I would have cum in your mouth, but the night is young.”

She keened at the praise.

“But now you got your fill, I’ll need to prepare you,” he said, before diving in. She almost jerked away when she felt his tongue around her clit. The sensation felt unfamiliar yet so tantalizing.

She dropped back and rolled her hip on his face. Steve pressed her hips on the mattress and ravaged her. His tongue was lapping, circling her clit with extreme precision. He sucked on her clit like a popsicle. Pleasure washed over her rendering her boneless.

Steve moaned around her clit.

“Mister Rogers!” She screamed, as her orgasm approached.

Steve stopped. She whined and tried to push his head back. He laughed patting her hands out. He used his fingers to rub her clit. Briefly. So brief, she wasn’t even sure he did it.

One long finger slid in. She gaped, back arching. He was so deep. Deeper than her fingers could have been.

“That’s good, isn’t it?” He muttered, on the skin of her thigh. He pressed a few kisses. A second finger got in quite easily. Her body went laxed, before tensing. He had crooked his fingers and hit…God…it was so good. She fucked herself on his fingers enjoying their callosity and thickness.

Steve chuckled. “If I had known you were that greedy, I would have started earlier.”

“Tol’ ya,” she gasped.

A third one came in. She tensed feeling a bit too stretched.

“I’m bigger than that baby girl.” He groaned. “I can’t wait to see my dick stretching you out. Just for me.”

He went back to sucking her clit. The sudden onslaught and pleasure rushing through her veins relaxed her. She could hear the watery noise from her pussy. She pressed her legs around his head and pushed him into her. Steve didn’t push her this time and accepted.

Out of the sudden, Steve crooked is fingers making a wince. She was about to tell him when she felt a spark of pleasure erupting from her pussy. She grabbed her chest, dazed. Steve pressed into her sweet spot, hitting it every time.

She couldn’t breath. She couldn’t stay focus.

Her orgasm uncoiled suddenly after a particular brutal thrust. Her entire body spasmed on the bed. She couldn’t help herself but moan, whine and call his name. 

It took a few minutes hour or days for she knew to come back to reality. Her body was sensitive and yet, she wasn’t really satiated.

“Here,” he said, bringing a straw to her mouth. She raised her head and sipped. The first one was at least as orgasmic as what had happened. Between sucking Steve’s dick and being fingerfucked within an inch of her life, her throat felt like sandpaper.

“Delicious.” She smacked her lips a few times enjoying the cold water. She sipped some more finishing the glass.

“I know. There is nothing orgasmic than water when you are thirsty.”

She hummed, eyes closed, enjoying being naked on satin sheets.

 The bed dipped. Steve opened her legs and laid on her. He pressed some kisses on her face before kissing her mouth. He bit her lower tongue and plunge his tongue inside. He grinded his erection on her slit. Sweet wet noises resonated in the room. She caressed his biceps to his back. She brought her legs around his, pressing them together.

Steve bit her tongue. She groaned.

“Sweet girl,” he complimented her. He rocked his hips against hers. “Saw you a few days ago, in that small shirt with nothing under.” He pinched her right nipple. “All I dreamt of was bending you and fuck you till you call me daddy.” He grazed her jaw with his teeth. “I dream everyday about my sweet baby girl, calling me daddy. And me, you know what I do?” She shook her head completely dazed. “I have your legs on my shoulders, while I pound MY sweet pussy until you try to push me away because it is too much. I make you come every time and you always end up bursting with my cum.”

He licked her lips, thrusting his tongue in. He played with hers in a sloppy kiss. She didn’t even try to fight with him and let him take what he wanted. In a short conscious moment, she realized that she also dreamt of him. And maybe she had tried to attract his intention, but who cared right now.

 Steve sat on his haunches. He gripped his flushing erection slapping it on her clit and hole. He pretended to slip it in making her angry. She tried to push him in herself, but he slapped her hand away.

“Patience. I don’t want to rush it.” His tip got caught on the hole. “I wonder if you’ll put some red on my ledger?”

What? She didn’t have the time to ask that he pressed in. She immediately tensed. Steve tsked.

“My tip is barely in, baby girl.” He thrusted out then in. He got a little more in, but she was still tensed. “I thought you said you were ready? If you don’t want, we can still stop. Actually, we can stop even in the middle of it, it’s your choice.”

She blushed with embarrassment. She was ridiculous. It wasn’t supposed to go like that.

“Hey, don’t hide from me. It’s totally normal, that’s your first time. I’d be totally surprised if you’d be wide open, ready to take it like that. Do you want to continue?”

“Yes, please,” she asked, vulnerable. He smiled softly and kissed her forehead. He leaned forward, caging her with his arms.

“Focus on me,” he whispered, diving for kiss. As his tongue played with hers, she felt a pinch inside of her. She unconsciously tensed up. Steve placed a hand on her clit and rubbed it fast. His tongue battled with hers as pleasure and pain overwhelmed her.

She wanted to cry. She felt so full, so good, so stretched. Her eyes rolled back. His dick was so large and hard. She surely could feel him in her heart. God!

“That’s Steve or Daddy for you babe.” He groaned in her ear as pleasure took them both to new heights. “You are so good to me. So tight…I won’t be able to get enough of this.” He kept sliding deeper inside her. Tears ran down her face. How could he go that far inside of her.

“That’s okay, baby girl, I know it is overwhelming. Daddy’s dick fill you up quite nicely, isn’t?”

She cried some more. “So good.”

Steve kissed her nose. “I know. Now, it’s time to see something.” He slid out in a slow motion. He moaned her name and squeezed her hips hard. The emptiness disturbed her. She wanted him back in.

“Oh,” he said.

She raised her head and saw a hint of red around the crown of his dick. She frowned not understanding what was the problem. Steve raised an eyebrow and looked at her with awe. Oh. Realization dawned upon her. Her hymen had broken. Steve surged forward kissing her with renewed passion.

“God, you are mine now. All mine, baby girl.”

He pressed his erection onto her hole and slid right in. She felt a slight discomfort, but the overwhelming pleasure took over. He started thrusting.

“So tight…” He kept murmuring inside her ear. “Will fuck you all night, don’t worry. ‘be so sore tomorrow.”

She barely could breath anymore. His dick hit her sweet spot no matter what. The more she tried to make him slowdown a bit, the less he did.

She finally let go. He stood there above her, beard glistening with sweat and her juice, dark blue eyes peering on her. He slowed for a bit. 

She sighed in relief.

“Are you ready, for the grand final?” He whispered huskily.

She raised an eyebrow. The what now?

He chuckled darkly. His thrusts grew faster. She gripped the sheets around her to stay grounded.

“Fuck!” She screamed when his tip hit home. He grabbed her legs, bend them until they hit her chest. She was constricted and could barely move.

“Better like that…” he groaned to himself. “Deeper…hungry hole…”

He pressed harder her legs and started pounding her. It instantly knocked the breath out of her. His dick speared her to the limit and the bulbous head was now slamming against her spot.

She started seeing white spot. She blinked rapidly to stay conscious, but Steve wouldn’t fucking let go.

“Fuck, that pussy so good!” He screamed. His thrusts were now wilder.

She screwed her eyes and grimaced as her orgasm knocked her out. Steve kept thrusting inside her, not even slowing down. He bent to her ears and grunted. “Gonna come…fuck…so tight…”

A few thrusts later and he suddenly stilled inside her. She gasped as his semen coated her walls and automatically rolled her hips, milking him for some more.

She closed her eyes…

“So, do you remember, now?” Steve asked, still on the armchair.

Part 2

[woossexyponytail]

Ain't my fault.

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚢; 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎

Warning: smut.

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I was already running late for the dance club meeting, Wooyoung probably angry at me since he normally can't be bothered to actually talk in them. I looked down at my watch seeing I was five minutes late, sighing I picked up my pace making a run for it.

Opening the door to the studio, the group was all here waiting for me Wooyoung pacing back and forth, he stopped looking up as I sheepishly smiled at the group.

"Sorry I'm late! Let's get on with the meeting yeah?" I said as the group agreed, I spoke about the two new songs that Wooyoung and I picked and for the group to try some solo dancing for them.

After Wooyoung danced to the song he picked we clapped as I stood up changing the song to show mine, I focused on the dance but at the corner of my eye I saw Wooyoung watching intently, actually I've felt his eyes on me the moment I walked through the door earlier.

"Now I want you to listen to the music find your own rhythm then next week will see what you got and mold the together for the upcoming show, anyway that's it for now, enjoy the rest of the day everyone!" I smiled at the group as the left one by one, leaving just Wooyoung and I.

"Your so fucking sexy when you dance." Wooyoung said, feeling his arms wrapping around me pulling me closer. His face rubbed in to my neck breathing in deeply.

"Your really bad at hiding how turned on you are, you know that right?" I snorted chuckling at him as I pulled his arms away walking off, Wooyoung whined at the lose of contact.

"If I was that bad at hiding it, then the whole college would know about us" he said chuckling, I sighed picking up both mine and Wooyoung's bag and throwing them at him.

"Yeah and I would be dead by your fangirls." I laughed as I picked up both of our phones and unplugged them from the speakers, I handed Wooyoung his phone while he handed over my bag.

"I would also be dead by your fanboys, can you imagine how bad my face would look if they found out?" Wooyoung sighed, shuddering at the thought while I laughed, walking up to him.

"Hmm? You'd look pretty sexy looking all bruised and cut up, with a little bit of blood dripping down" I said as I grabbed his chin pulling him close.

"I'd look sexy huh? Is it turning you on?" He asked smirking moving closer, our lips lightly brushing but I moved to his ear.

"Don't get cocky now baby boy, remember who's in charge here" I whispered in his ear, Wooyoung breath hitched as I nibbled on his ear making him groan.

"I'm hungry, let's go to the cafeteria" I said pulling back from him, Wooyoung's eyes were closed biting his lip, I walked off standing by the door watching him.

"Not fair!" Wooyoung whined, a pout on his face as he crossed his arms, I laughed at his action, walking up to him again grabbing his hand.

"If you buy lunch I'll give you a treat later" I told him winking, Wooyoung bit his lip again then nodded as I dragged him out of the studio.

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Walking across campus heading to the cafeteria, Wooyoung opened the door for me to walk through, feeling a slap on my ass and followed by Wooyoung giggling quietly behind me.

I sighed rolling my eyes at his behaviour, making my way to an empty table while Wooyoung walked off to grab food. I placed my bag down on the floor taking a seat as I took out my phone to pass the time.

I sighed seeing a text from my roommate, Hayoung, she has a little bit of an obsession with Wooyoung, having a crush on him for the passed two years. She always asks after practice what song he danced too or what he was wearing, it's annoying so I mostly ignore her.

The thought of her ever finding out about Wooyoung and myself, well I'm not sure what she would do, but I wouldn't want to find out. Hearing heavy footsteps of Wooyoung walking up, I put my phone down and giggled a little, you always know when he's near.

"What's so funny?" He asked placing a meal deal infront of me, his own food on the table too, I smiled thanking him while shacking my head, taking a bite of my sandwich.

Wooyoung grunted raising an eyebrow at me, I looked up to see him still watching me, while he left his food on the table not eating.

"What?" I asked, getting a bit of sauce on my hand, I quickly licked it off, then hearing Wooyoung whine, looking back up he was pouting again.

"When do I get my treat?" He whispered making sure no one would hear, at that I giggled at him, so that's why, I thought.

"Soon" I told him giving him a wink as I started eating again, he picked up his sandwich and started to eat a small smile on his face.

I picked up my drink to open it, but for some reason I couldn't so I struggled a little, Wooyoung saw and took the drink out of my hands opening it for me as he placed it back in my hands.

"Thank you" I said taking the lid off and taking a gulp, Wooyoung watched me again with a grin on his face. Putting the bottle down I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow myself wondering why he was watching me.

"Your just really beautiful" he whispered, so no one else could hear, I felt myself blush at the compliment, biting my lip not knowing how to respond to that.

After we finished lunch we both made our way out to the campus green, Wooyoung's hand constantly brushed against mine, knowing that was a sign of him getting needy.

I pulled him in to one of the older buildings, it only had a few classes here so it was perfect to give him his treat. We made our way to the disabled toilet locking it as I turned around seeing Wooyoung with a shit eating grin.

I walked up to him pushing him against the wall, one of my hands finding his cock as I gently massaged it, I let my other hand wander around his body, getting on my knees I unzipped his jeans pulling them down along with his boxers.

Already half hard I leaned forward to place kisses on to the inside of his thick thighs, Wooyoung moaned as my tongue started licking up to his cock, looking up at him, his eyes were closed head leaned against the wall.

Wooyoung gave a little whine, growing harder. I smiled giving the tip of his penis a short lick, his breath halted for a second, pleased with myself I did it again then ran the tip of my tongue from the base all the way up his shaft and twirling my tongue around the head.

Wooyoung was shivering in anticipation, his eyes were still shut but it was obvious that it took him a lot to stay still, in one smooth move I took him in my mouth, my lips forming a smirk at the sound of a sharp in take of his breath.

As I started to move my head back and forth taking him a little deeper with each stroke. I could feel his muscles in his thighs straining, I hummed a little making him breath faster from the vibration.

As I found the best rhythm that worked I could feel him start moving, his fingers found their way into my hair, I looked up at him now finding his eyes on me watching, biting his lip his eyes glazed with lust.

"Please Yn" he whined, his voice was weak as his mouth opened a moan coming out as he then hissed at the pleasure, he closed his eyes again when I swirled my tongue around his head again.

"Shit" Wooyoung croaked, almost bursting I could feel him start to twitch, I sped up my movements pre cum quickly mixing with my saliva, hearing him groan again getting louder as he placed his hand over his mouth to keep quiet.

Just as the salt hit my tongue my hand slowed down as his cum dribbled out and down my throat, letting me ease the last of his orgasm out, I pulled my mouth off cleaning his cock with my tongue.

Wooyoung breathed heavily whining more, once his cock was clean I grabbed his boxers pulling them up along with his trousers, I zipped up his trousers and buttoned them up. Wooyoung watched the whole time, I looked up at him a sly smile on my face as I hooped my fingers through his trousers pulled his hip towards me.

"Did you like that baby boy, you were so good keeping that pretty little mouth shut" I whispered kissing around his mouth, then placing a kiss on his lips.

Pulling away he moved with me not wanting to stop yet, causing me to giggle at him, he was too cute. I stroked his cheek as he leaned in to my touch.

"Let's get out of here yeah?" I asked as he nodded, I grabbed hold of his hand as we walked out of the bathroom.

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The rest of the week was stressful but thankfully it was Friday which meant party night, now normally I wouldn't go but since Wooyoung and I started hooking up it was a good chance to get flirty without people really noticing.

My phone buzzed signalling that I got a text, quickly grabbing my phone I unlocked it seeing Wooyoung's text asking if I was going to the party tonight.

Texting back a yes not a second later he text back saying good with a winky face, I snorted at that he can get so cocky at times, but I can't deny loving putting him in his place.

I chuckled at the thought, picturing him on his knees begging, I shake my head getting the thought out, he'll be doing that soon enough I thought smirking.

"What are you smirking about?" Hayoung said the moment I walked in to the dorm, seeing her sitting at her desk a slight glear as she watched me.

"Nothing" I said shrugging, placing my bag down on my bed, I fell on my bed grabbing the control and flicking on the tv.

"You can see I'm working right!" Hayoung said, turning to glear at me more, I rolled my eyes at her getting fed up already.

"You do realise this is my dorm too, if you can't study then you do know there is a building called a library, you should go there" I told her, my eyes going back to the tv.

"Fucking bitch" was all she said as she slammed her book grabbing a few things till she left slamming the door as well. I groaned at her being so dramatic, Wooyoung and Yeosang was right having an apartment off campus is way easier.

The door opened a few minutes after thinking it was Hayoung who forgot something but instead it was my friend Hongjoong who walked in.

"Just walked passed your roommate mumbling about you being a bitch. What did you do now?" He asked closing the door making his way over to me.

"Nothing, just told her it was my dorm too" I said shrugging my shoulders, eyes finding there way back to the screen on the tv.

"Why do I feel like that's half of the truth. Anyway you going to the party tonight?" Hongjoong asked shaking his head, taking a seat at my desk, placing his head in his hand as he stared out the window.

"Does a bear shit in the woods?" I said snoring at his question, Hongjoong sighed leaning back in the chair eyes glued to me.

"Of course you are, Wooyoung is going I'm not surprised" he said, my eyebrow twitched at that, looking over at him I could see him trying to hide a smirk.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I asked sitting up on my bed and crossing my arms, as I gleared at Hongjoong.

"Nothing! Nothing at all. Just maybe you're liking him more then normal..." Hongjoong said as he shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't like him" I said rolling my eyes, I got out of bed walking over to my woodrop to find something to wear tonight.

"That's such bullshit and you know it, I know you yn, and Wooyoung too, it's Obvious really" he said watching me from his seat.

"Dunno what your talking about" I said as I started to hum, trying to ignore his presence, Hongjoong snorted shaking his head.

"Yeah, not like Yeosang knows and told me" he whispered, I froze in my place glancing over at Hongjoong, panic in my eyes. The thing is Yeosang is the only one who knows about us, only because most of the time Wooyoung and I have sex is at their apartment, but I didn't know Yeosang was a snitch.

"I'm going to kill Yeosang" I said as I pulled out a black crop top and some ripped jeans, Hongjoong laughed at that as he stood up placing his hands on my shoulders.

"Chill, I think you and Wooyoung would be a great couple" he said, turning around I slapped his chest glearing, Hongjoong rubbed where I hit as he frowned at me.

"Why are you even here?" I asked, sighing moving back to my bed grabbing my pillow to throw at him.

"I just came to ask about the party and to say I'll pick you up in a few hours, but nevermind since your being mean" Hongjoong said as he throw the pillow back.

"Fine if you must" I said grinning at him, Hongjoong rolled his eyes, walking to the door as he told me what time he'll pick me up then closing the door behind him.

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Hongjoong and I entered the house where the college party was happening, the music was as loud as thunder, it made the cutlery on the tabletops rattle. Neon lights flashed everywhere like police sirens, but much more colourful.

People already drunk dancing in the large space, Hongjoong tapped my shoulder pointing over to his friends as he walked of giving me a wink.

Making my why to the kitchen to grab a drink I noticed a few of the dance members dacning away, smiling at them they definitely deserved a night out.

As I was distracted by the dancers I didn't see as Wooyoung came walking up behind me and hugging me tightly.

"I missed you" Wooyoung whispered in to my ear, his hand already going down south, I quickly turned around to face him, his hands now on my ass squeezing.

"Someone's already horny I see" I giggled wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me, he leaned his head against mine as he started swaying us side to side.

"Can we leave now? I want to taste you so bad" Wooyoung asked whining, giving me puppy dog eyes, I chuckled watching him.

"But I just got here, why would I want to leave?" I asked teasing him, knowing he'll get really whiny any minute, I saw at the corner of my eyes Hongjoong smirking at us.

"Yn~ Please~" Wooyoung whined, I laughed lowly enjoying seeing him acting so needy, Wooyoung started kissing around my neck but I quickly stopped him before he started biting.

"Fine, I can't really say no to my baby boy" I whispered, grabbing his hand as we walked towards the door ready to leave and have some fun.

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Getting to Wooyoung's apartment we headed inside quickly, rushing to his bedroom and slamming the door shut.

"What do you need baby boy?" I asked as I took a finger and tucked it under his chin, pulling his face up to meet my eyes.

"Please I want you so badly" Wooyoung whined, I leaned forward kissing him, my tongue instantly diving into his mouth. I felt Wooyoung shiver, as he let me take control. His face heating up as I conquered every inch of his mouth.

I pulled away from him, leaving him panting, breathless and hopelessly aroused mess, I pulled off his shirt kissing down his chest, then unbuttoning his jeans pulling them off fast.

"Tell me what you want baby boy, but be quick I don't think I can last long tonight" I told him, his mouth couldn't move fast enough to get everything he wanted to say out, but he could manage to whine and moan as I started to circle the head of his cock with my thumb.

"You’re very sensitive tonight baby boy" I whispered, pulling him over to his bed wanting to ride him as quick as possible, pushing him down on the bed.

Wooyoung layed down cock now hard and waiting to enter me, my mouth watering at the sight of him laying there.

I pulled my clothing off quickly needing him in me immediately, I sat down on him, his cock rubbing against my ass, Wooyoung moaned his hands grabbing my waist tightly not letting go.

Lifting up I grabbed his dick as it started throbbing in my hand, placing the head at my entrance rubbing it back and forth, Wooyoung whining louder.

I lowered myself on to him, my moans mixing with his as I slipped all the way down his cock, placing my head back in bliss, I lifted up and slammed down quickening my pace enjoying the feeling of Wooyoung in me.

"Ahh please more please!" Wooyoung begged, his voice breathless already, my wall quivering, and my movements speeding up, his cock glistening every time I rose up.

Wooyoung closed his eyes and arched his back, making him go even deeper. His tongue slipped out of his mouth, my hands landing on to his shoulders my nails digging in to his skin, making his moan even louder then before.

"Fuck! Wooyoung! Fuck!" I said, I spasmed around my orgasm rising, I panted as I kept riding him through my orgasm. I could feel him getting close too, his cheeks red with pleasure, I smiled loving watching him.

"Ahh! Yn! Fuck! Fuck!" Wooyoung yelled reaching his highest peak, he spilled inside of me as I moaned in appreciation, burrowing my hand into his hair in a possessive gesture.

I slowly lifted myself off of Wooyoung feeling the cum leak out of me, I hummed loving the feeling. My breath was heavy as I sat down cleaning both of us up as Wooyoung stayed laying in bed panting.

"Can... I still..." Wooyoung stopped me trying to talk, but he was to shy to say anything, I smiled leaning down to him.

"Use your words baby boy" I whispered, Wooyoung groaned his hand finding it's way up my hip and stoking my side giving me goosebumps.

"I'm still hard, can we go again?" He asked, I looked down now seeing indeed he was still hard, I giggled leaning over to kiss his lips.

"Of course baby boy, let's give you a nice blow job yeah?" I questioned, Wooyoung's eyes brightened in excitement as he nodded frantically.

I placed my hand on him stoking him slowly, his cock twitching already, I placed kitten licks over him, his breath hitched starting to get sensitive.

"Oh! Please please please!" He begged, this time though, he cums even faster and he strains within my hold.

"What do you want baby boy?" I asked, knowing full well what he wants but I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity for him to beg more, I love seeing him beg I smirked down at him.

"I want to cum, I need to, god-" Wooyoung whined, his hips bucking up to get more friction to his dick, making me smile wider at him.

"You can cum now baby boy" I said, and he did hard, he sags against me, sobbing, cum now painting his stomach and running over my hand. He barely registers the tissue I use to clean him again, pulling the covers and placing them over him so he can sleep.

Laying down next to him under the covers, Wooyoung moved so he was closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, he nuzzled into my breasts sighing into me.

"I love you" Wooyoung whispered, I froze not believing I heard him correctly, but when I looked down Wooyoung was already fast asleep. I sighed placing my hand on his head stroking his hair causing him to nuzzle again, as I closed my eyes ready for sleep.

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Walking up I looked over at Wooyoung's clock on the table seeing that it was ten am, I looked down seeing Wooyoung still sleeping.

I slowly moved out of his grip and out of bed, Wooyoung groaned hugging the pillow I was sleeping on, I smiled at him as I quickly got dressed.

"Stay for a little longer..." Wooyoung said, his hand around my wrist, I leaned over him kissing his head, he hummed sitting up and placing his lips on mine.

"I can't I'm late" I told him standing up, Wooyoung nodded getting up himself and quickly pulling up his sweats following me out.

"Morning Yn" Yeosang said, as I walked passed the kitchen, Yeosang was sitting at the table eating breakfast.

"Morning Yeosang" I greeted him, smiling over as I grabbed my shoes to put them on.

"Fun night?" He asked, I chuckled peeking over at Wooyoung as his cheeks flushed red in embarrassment.

"The best" I told him, winking over at Wooyoung who turned even brighter, causing me to laugh.

"Why don't you stay for breakfast? I'm sure Wooyoung would love for you to stay" Yeosang asked, he looked over at Wooyoung a smirk on his face.

"Oh I'm sure he would" I said chuckling, looking between the two roommates, enjoying them arguing.

"Can you two stop talking like I'm not here" Wooyoung whined, glearing at the two of us, Yeosang laughed.

"Yn did you just hear something?" Yeosang asked, he looked over at me confused, but a small smirk showing.

"Hmm don't think so.." I said playing along, we both tured away from Wooyoung like he wasn't there.

"Hey!!!" Wooyoung whined again getting angry at us, he stomped his foot and crossed his arms pouting at us.

"I need to head out I'm already late" I said, chuckling at Wooyoung's behaviour.

"See you soon Yn" Yeosang said, he waved at me as he picked up his cup and taking a drink.

"Bye Yeosang" I said smilling over at him, putting my shoes on and tying my shoe laces. "Bye" Wooyoung said, his smile down at me.

"See ya later" I said, walking up to him placing a kiss on his lips, Wooyoung leaned in a hand placing on my hip pulling me closer.

"Oh and Yeosang tell another person about this and I will kill you" I told Yeosang, as I leaned away from Wooyoung to glear at Yeosang.

"Doubt it but sure my mouth is shut" Yeosang said snorting at that, I rolled my eyes at him but smiled.

"Thanks if only you could do that more often" I said smirking over to him, Wooyoung giggled at that holding his hand over his mouth.

"That's so funny" Yeosang said, rolling his eyes at me and glearing over at Wooyoung.

"I thought is was" Wooyoung said still giggling over what I said, making Yeosang roll his eyes.

"Two against one" I said sniggering at him, Yeosang shook his he at us, "Of course" Yeosang sighed, I laughed as I picked up my stuff and walked to the door Wooyoung closing it as he waved bye.

"Ah! Don't say that!" Wooyoung yelled through the door to Yeosang, I giggled as I left, he really is something.

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After I got to the dorm I showered and changed, after being slut shamed from Hayoung, I made my way down the city centre to the dance studio that Hoseok has just opened.

"Wow nice" I said walking in to the studio that Hoseok was dancing in, he turned around with a huge smilebon hos face.

"Yn! Hey! What are you doing here?" He yelled running up to me and giving me a tight hug, I hugged back smile up at him.

"What I can't see my old friend?" I asked shrugging my shoulders, Hoseok chuckled at me as he brought me over to the table in the corner.

"Only when you want something" Hoseok said laughing, I punched his shoulder glearing at him. He raised his arms in surrender still laughing.

"So... How's Wooyoung?" He asked, a huge smirk on his face, I stared at him not knowing how he knew so I decided to play dumb.

"I have know idea what your talking about" I said looking away from him, Hoseok laughed clapping his hands as he stared at me.

"Yeosang told me" was all he said, I sighed rubbing my face getting irritated, why is Yeosang telling people? I thought.

"I stayed over his last night, and he told me he loves me.." I said looking over at Hoseok, he stopped laughing and frowned his brow thinking.

"And do you love him?" He asked, I leaned on the table thinking for a little, I mean maybe? I'm not sure.

"He makes me feel happy..." I told him, Hoseok smiled over at me he then started giggling at that.

"You should tell him, and now you can leave since I helped" Hoseok said standing up and walking over to the speaker on the side.

"Yeah... Thanks" I said rolling my eyes at him, walking to the door, I turned around to watch him start to dance, smiling I opened the door leaving.

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I had wanted to talk to Wooyoung all week, but he has been busy. It definitely wasn't that I chickened out or ran away from him or anything, no not at all.

Ok maybe I was a little scared to the point of ignoring his texts and calls all week, Yeosang and San, Wooyoung's friends came up to find me asking what was wrong, lying I told them I was super busy, hopefully then Wooyoung wont get hurt.

It was once again friend evening, I was laying in bed watching tv while Hayoung sat on her bed reading a book. The night was peaceful.

A knock on the door was heard I looked over at Hayoung wondering if she was expecting someone, but she looked just as confused as me.

As I sat up to go walk over to the door, it opened revealing three guys, Hayoung screamed until we saw it was Hongjoong, Yeosang and San, sighing I gleared at the three.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, getting back in to bed, the three walked over to me, Yeosang and San grabbing me and pulling me up.

"We're getting you ready for the party" Hongjoong said, as he opened my woodrop and going through the clothing, picking stuff up and placing them in my hand as Yeosang and San pushed me in to the bathroom.

"Get ready now, or we'll take you to the party in your pjs" San yelled through the door as the others giggled at the thought.

I sighed putting on my close and having a quick wash as I walked out of the bathroom glearing at them, Hayoung just watched from her bed.

"Right now a bit of lipstick to calm your man and now let's go!" San said passing me some red lipstick and grinning at me with a wink. I gleared over at Yeosang who smiled and shrugged.

Getting in to the party it was once again busy, the guys disappeared in seconds probably getting a drink, I walked around trying to find Wooyoung. I stopped short at the sight before me.

Wooyoung stood next to a girl, laughing happily and totally engrossed in their conversation, the sight made my heart clench as if someone had wrapped their fist around it and was trying to crush it slowly.

The girl was wrapping herself around Wooyoung almost like a snake and touching him shamelessly with a sensual smile on her lips, she pushed her body to him, trying to lure him.

Jealousy pricked at my skin sending darts through me that burned like a torch. Swallowing back the mess of emotions that bubbled inside of me.

"It doesn’t matter how hard you stare, she will not spontaneously combust.” Hongjoong said next to me, making me jump in shock not expecting him there.

The girl rest her chin on Wooyoung's shoulder, a blinding grin on her face. She looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes.

"Of her? What? Why would I be jealous?" I asked Hongjoong, as I dug my nails into my palms, forcing myself to look away and focus on Hongjoong.

"I didn't say anything about you being jealous. But if I were you I'd steal him back" Hongjoong said walking away, a drink in hand.

I stormed over to the two, seeing red at someone touching what was mine, Wooyoung looked up seeing me smiling brightly, but the look on my face made him frown.

Looking down almost like a light bulb went off he realised what was happening as he tried to pulled away from the girl and walking away from her.

My hand wrapped around Wooyoung's wrist and went to drag him away, but he stopped. Looking back the girl from before held his arm as she gleared at me.

Oh this was not fucking happening, I thought as I walked up to the girl, I was a little bit taller as I gleared down at her.

"Get your fucking filthy hands off MY man" my voice had venom in, the girl shrunk back intimidate by me, I turned around looking at Wooyoung as he stared with lust and something else in his eyes.

Grabbing hold of Wooyoung again we walked off, passing people as they shrink away when they see me go by, as if trying to escape a nearing inferno.

Finally getting outside the cold night air hit my skin calming me down a bit. When I finally let go of Wooyoung's wrist I looked around to him.

"Yn?" There was concern in his voice, but I refused to let it dampen the fire of jealousy, I placed my hand on his chest.

“Only I can touch you like that” I told him, my voice strong but low, I grasped him tightly lips pressed together in a heated kiss, moving in sync kissing and sucking at each others lips.

"Let's go~" I whispered in to his ear, Wooyoung whined but nodded eager for us to leave.

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Standing outside of Wooyoung's apartment, my lips brushed over his tracing the outline of them with my tongue. He tasted like liquor, a low whine escaped Wooyoung as he grasped my hips pressing me against him.

“We should go inside.” I said looking over his shoulder at the door, he opened it up and I forced him back through the door once it swung open.

The second the door was closed Wooyoung was on me, his lips found their way to my throat attacking, nipping, biting and sucking my exposed skin.

I let him have a moment before grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulled him away, his eyes just staring at me waiting. I smirked running my other hand over his body. His erection strained in his leather trousers, making him hitch his breath as my fingers ghosted over it.

"You’re mine." I whispered as I kissed along his jawline, sucking every so often. Wooyoung always looks so good marked up, no one will dare to flirt with him when I claim his skin.

Moving away seeing wine coloured bruises along his collarbone I sucked on them until he gasped. I pin him to the wall once we got to his bedroom, my teeth sinking deep into his neck and collarbone.

He tugs at the buttons on his shirt, but my hands slip lower unbuckling his belt and pulling his trousers and underwear down. We both shed clothing on the way to his bed until Wooyoung is on his back and I overwhelme him with breathless kisses.

When Wooyoung's hands come up to hold my hips I pull them back, grasping them around his wrists, I drag them above his head holding him back from touching me.

“Wherever she touched you, I will erase it, I want your skin to only remember my hands, no one else's” I breathed in to his ear making him shiver. I teased him more as I moved in for his lips, but turned at the last second kissing his cheek and down his neck instead.

I licked back up and nipped at his jawline before barely brushing my lips over his. Trying to catch my lips, but I pull away smiling watching as Wooyoung's head drops to the pillow with a small frustrated sigh.

I could tell that Wooyoung wanted to touch me, so to make it worse I grabbed the tie from his draw tying his hands up. After that he kept trying to move, before the tie around his wrists reminded him that he can't.

Satisfied that he won't touch me, I started kissing down bis stomach reaching his member with my lips and immediately taking as much of him as I can in my mouth. Wooyoung bucks at the sudden contact forcing himself further into my throat.

I hit his hip to tell him without words, that I was the one setting the pace and not him, I held him to the bed as I bobbed my head.

"Mmn! Ah!" Wooyoung groaned lowly, by now his fingers would be in my hair, but I've taken that away from him, forcing him to just watch.

I licked up the full length then focused on the head, sucking thickly. Everytime he would shift underneath me, I would dig my fingers into his skin, my nails leaving marks, his skin is now red in patches where I've claimed him.

Wooyoung watched me from under his lashes while he panted, a thought came to my head as I stand and give him a mischievous smile.

“I’m going to go get a drink, be a good boy and stay here until I get back” I said as I placed his shirt around me and left the room. I closed the door hearing him protest while whining, I hold back a laugh.

"I'm guessing Wooyoung's a little tied up" Yeosang asked smirking from the living room, I nodded at him laughing while walking in to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water taking a drink as I slowly made my way back to Wooyoung's bedroom.

"Did you get me some water too?" Wooyoung asked, pouting at me as I walked to him, he leaned up the best he could while I pored some water down his throat.

"Did you miss me?" I asked, giving him a sweet smile. “Desperately,” he whined, I leaned in to give him a kiss on the lips. I stand up and there's panic in Wooyoung's eyes, but he relaxes when I take his top off.

"I have a problem Wooyoung, you can't use your hands but your mouth is free" I told Wooyoung stoking his hair, Wooyoung's eyes widened slightly before he grins and licking his lips.

I settled myself over his mouth, my knees resting on either side of his head, he licks me fully, then teases my clit with his tongue. I lean over in twining my fingers with his, from where I'm sitting all I could see was the top of Wooyoung's head.

As he tastes me, licking and sucking pressing light kisses over me, my legs start to shake as I pull away slightly, Wooyoung lifts his head off the pillow to follow me. The gesture making my heart race. Sitting back down I put a little more weight on him, pressing his mouth fully against me.

"Mmn" he moaned at the pressure, sending the sound vibrating through me. His hands tense in mine clutching firmly. Gently he scrapes his teeth on me, then licks, I can feel his breath rushing out making me gasp.

His tongue darts inside me tasting me, I can't help but press down out of reflex before remembering that Wooyoung's hands are tied up, I give up with keeping still letting him fuck me with his tongue as I ride his mouth.

Within seconds I'm a writhing mess against his face, leaning over clasping his hands as I cum, feeling Wooyoung kiss and swallow until I'm finished. I gasp trying to catch my breath, I move off of him to sit on his chest.

Wooyoung looks up smiling at me, his eyes sparkling, turning his head he leaves kisses on my thighs until I get off, I kiss him slowly and deeply, my taste still on his tongue.

"Yn~ please~ I need to be in you~ please~" Wooyoung begged, his voice cracking, he licks his lips, and my heart skips at the sight of him. His cheeks red, eyelids lowered, still breathing deeper than normal from the effort of getting me off.

Without a word I silde down and let him enter me, my entrance slick from his spit and my own cum, so he sildes in easily, I rock myself back and forth watching his expression where he lays, a shaky breath and his eyes are closed in pure bliss.

Placing my hands on his waist I move faster, bouncing myself harder against him. Wooyoung's eyes open at the new pace and stares at me, a moan escaping his throat.

"I want to touch you please~" Wooyoung whines between breaths, he watches me closely licking his lips and then he bucks his hips upwards a new found pleasure with his dick getting deeper.

I continued to rock myself faster than before, Wooyoung thrusts upwards again, to meet my movement, I watched as his wrists were straining against the tie, though I haven't tied it tightly, I could see red marking him from the force of him pulling.

"So tell me baby boy~ who makes you feel this way?~" I purred in to his ear, he meets my gaze at the question.

"You, Yn. Only you mmn, always you~" he breathes whining, he drops his head back and moans loudly, tears preak the corners of his eyes, our body's moving together.

I lean forward to kiss him, his thrusts more deeply, our kisses are heated and messy, my hands tangle into his hair pulling lightly. Wooyoung bites at my lip moving his tongue with mine, moaning in to my mouth.

"Fuck! Wooyoung!" As he hears me moaning his name he cums, pushing up into me roughly biting hard on my shoulder to stifle a loud moan. I grind against him as he cums inside me making me cum with him as well.

"I love you" I whispered, the two of us stayed like that for a little longer, I lay down on him, brushing his hair off his damp forehead, I kiss him lightly then reached over to untie his wrists, red marks are left on his wrists as I gently kiss them.

Wooyoung looks up at me I could see he wanted to asked something, I went to get up, but Wooyoung grabbed me keeping me in place his dick still in me.

"Did...did you really mean that?" He asked, already tearing up, I frowned then realised I told him that I loved him.

"I do love you" I told him smiling down at him, Wooyoung sat up and embraced me, wrapping me warmly in his arms as he nuzzled into me. I run my hands through his hair.

"I love you too. So much~" Wooyoung mumbled squeezing me tightly, I chuckled at him, he is so cute I thought, as I smiled into his hair. Wooyoung huffs as he buries his face into my chest as I placed kisses over his head.

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: “Let this be a lesson to you.”

Pairing: dom! Yoongi x sub! brat! Reader ft. Jin

Warnings: smut, fluff if you squint (really hard, like really hard), established relationship, semi- public sex, oral (m) receiving, rough sex, spanking, orgasm denial (f), degradation, slight aftercare

Rating: 18 and over

“Give it up sis. He's just not into you. He’s literally over there flirting with another girl.” Your friend points out. You sit on the couch with her at the party she invited to you to watching your sometimes fuck buddy completely ignore you again. He was the real reason you decided to come so it burned knowing he was uninterested in you. You seethed watching him bite his lip and slid his hand down another woman’s cheek. Your blood boils at her giggle. You tell yourself this is what he does, he’s trying to upset you. Hate sex is what he loves and yet it enrages you all the same. It’s been two weeks since the two of you hooked up and you were tired of the waiting game. How many women has he been with in the meantime? The thought caused your heart to pang. You needed him and you needed him now. “I know exactly what to do to get what I want.” You say to your friend, pulling out your cell phone. She simply rolled her eyes.

“I totally get your strategy, go for a girl with small hands. It’ll make your dick look huge.” You send the text message, heart racing and hands clammy. You look up at him to gage his reaction. He is still standing there with the same girl, laughing at whatever nonsense she is saying. He shifts on his feet and pulls his cell phone out of his back pocket. You see his eyes shift as he reads your message. You straighten in your seat, be brave, you tell yourself. He smiles seductively to himself but never bothers to look for you. He simply slides his phone back into his pocket. You feel your face flush with embarrassment and you practically lose your cool. “Who the fuck does he think he is?” You snap causing your friend to jump. “Girl forget him. He’s a Fuck boy! Get a grip.” She sips from her drink, taking notice that its empty and walks off to refill it.

You watch him drink in the female he’s talking to, jealously washing over you. He looks amazing dressed in all black with a crisp white jacket that does nothing more than call attention to his gorgeous pale skin and sharp features. Drunk with rage you decide to Amp up the next message. “You’re so tired bro. Your whole game is tired. Guess it’s time to find someone that can make me cum for real. Not some fuck boy who doesn’t know his way around this cunt!” You look over to him again and watch as he reads your message. This time however his demeanor changes and he scans the room. You immediately jump up, fear taking over, and run into the kitchen to grab some liquid courage. Whilst there, another man approaches you to which you are thankful. “Hey there beautiful.” He smiles. “Hi.” You respond flirtatiously from behind your cup.

“What is a gorgeous girl like you doing here alone?” He leans forward. “Looking for a strong man like you to keep me company.” You smile. “I'm Jin.” He says while he looks you up and down. “Y/n.” You bite your lip. “I know the person who owns this place. What say we sneak away somewhere private?” He offers. You nod, happy for the distraction, and take his hand allowing him to lead you through the apartment. A flash of white and blonde catch your peripheral vision but by the time you look towards the movement, its gone. You continue on further and your new friend ushers you into a large bedroom. As soon as the door is shut, he spins around and wraps his full lips around yours. He pulls you close and slides his hands swiftly down your back, taking your ass in both his hands.

“Jin.” A voice cuts through your moan. You both look towards the door and your heart drops into your stomach. A sly smiling Yoongi is leaning against the wall. How long had he been standing there? “Yoongi, what are you doing here man? I’m trying to get lucky.” Jin whispers to him. Yoongi has yet to peel his eyes off of you. “Not her,” he states plainly, eyes still on you causing your core to heat, “She's mine.” “Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you guys were together.” Jin explains. “We aren’t.” You interject. “On your knees brat!” Yoongi commands, pushing off the wall. His tone causing your pussy to moisten as you drop down hard onto the floor.

“Leave.” Yoongi snarls at Jin. He nods and rushes out of the room. You swallow hard at the sound of the door locking. “Yoongi.” You attempt to calm the fuming man before you. “I didn’t say you could speak.” He cuts you off and slides off his jacket. He walks over to you, taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb and lifts your face up to his. “You’ve got a filthy mouth whore. Did it turn you on to speak to me the way you did? Did you like having my brothers’ tongue in your mouth? Did he taste like me?” You knew better than to speak without permission when he was this upset. “Speak now, whore.” Yoongi says behind clenched teeth. “I didn’t know he was your brother. You were flirting on purpose. You knew I was here and you were looking for someone else to fuck. What kind of ass….” His eyebrows shoot up causing you to stop speaking.

“The last time we were alone, you were rather mouthy as well. We agreed a two-week cooling period was a good enough punishment but it seems you haven’t learned your lesson, have you?” He caresses your face gently. “You agreed, not we.” He chuckles at your response. “First, I’m gonna fuck the taste of my brother out of your mouth. Then, I’m gonna spank the brat out of you. Finally, if you’re a good little whore, I’ll let you cum all over my cock. How does that sound?” He asks. “Please.” You moan, soaking through your panties. “Please?” He tilts his head questioningly. “Please, sir.” He grips your face now, lust consuming him. “So, tell me, how did he taste whore,” he asks, rubbing at his growing erection, “Did his tongue make you wet?” You shake your head, licking your lips as you drink him in. “Go kneel with your back against the bed.” You swallow hard and do as your told.

He unhooks his belt and opens his jeans slowly, freeing his cock. You moan at the sight of his veiny member. “Please, sir, may I suck your cock?” You beg, your arousal drenching your panties. He walks towards you stroking himself unabashedly. “No, but you can choke on it.” He licks his lips watching you open wide for him to shove his entire length straight to the back of your throat. You gag immediately as he groans deeply. He latches onto a handful of your hair and begins to slam his cock into your throat over and over again. You grip his ass for balance as he fucks your face. He pulls out fully allowing you the chance to catch your breath. You gasp and swallow while he rubs his swollen tip over your lips. “Is my sexy little whore going to swallow up all of my cum?” “Yes, sir.” You whisper hoarsely and begin licking at his pre-cum as it coats your mouth. He groans watching you lap at his tip. “Open up slut.” His whispers and you happily oblige him.

He wastes no time rolling his hips forward and shoving his tip right to the back of throat once more. You relax your throat now and steady your breathing as you tighten your mouth around him causing him to cry out. “Fuck, your tight little mouth feels so good on my cock. I’m gonna cum. You gonna swallow all of my cum like a good girl?” You hum down on his cock and he begins to pump faster into your mouth. Feeling his balls tighten against your chin you tighten your mouth some more and wiggle your tongue underneath his shaft causing his head to fall back as he explodes into your throat. You swallow him down with ease being sure to suckle on his tip for every last drop. He's completely out of breath when he nods behind you.

“On the bed, on your stomach, let me see that plump ass.” He gives his order, stepping back. You do as your told and walk over to the bed, lying flat on your stomach. You wiggle your hips side to side in anticipation of his large hand on your backside. It isn’t until you hear him fiddle with his belt that your stomach knots. “May I keep my underwear on please sir?” You ask, hiking up your skirt. “No. Take them off.” He orders. “Perhaps you should take them off with your teeth sir.” You tease. “Oh, my sweet, sweet whore. So, much mouth.” He replies softly before landing a hard whack of his leather belt across your ass. You cry out at the intense pain that shoots through your body. “Off slut, don’t make me ask again.” He barks. You quickly slide your panties down. “God is that sweet cunt soaked already?” He asks. You nod quickly, moaning and wiggling your ass side to side. He moans at the sight of you. “How many more lashes can my sweet whore take?” He asks moving forward now to rub his erection against your aching pussy. You can hardly believe he’s already ready again. “Please don’t tease me sir. I need you so bad. I want you so fucking bad.” You beg shamelessly. “Let’s say, three more for an even four. How does that sound? You know what to say if you’ve had enough right?” He whispers in your ear. “Yes.” You respond. He takes a handful of your hair and yanks your head back. “Yes what?” “Yes, sir.” “Let me hear you say it.” He demands. “Yellow, sir.” Satisfied, he releases you and comes down again with his belt across your ass. You throw your head back, moaning loudly into the room. “Lift your hips.” He groans. You shift your body and push your hips out as far as you can. The next blow lands right on your clit sparking a blaze throughout your body that you’ve never experienced. “Fuck, Yoongi.” You scream. “Last one.” He proclaims breathlessly. You shove your face into the bed and push your hips out farther. The last one is the hardest and lands once again on your clit. Your core clenches so tight you feel as if you could cum right then and there. Try as you might, your legs betray you and give out from the intense pleasure and need coursing through your body.

Yoongi grabs you gently by the waist and helps you back onto your belly. He rubs the welts with his soft cool hands. “Is my greedy little brat spent already?” “No, sir, please, I need to cum.” “My sexy slut wants to cum.” You nod as he spins you around, planting a kiss on your lips. He slides his hand between your legs and you practically growl at the feeling of Yoongi insert two fingers inside of your soaked pussy. “Fuck, my needy cunt just gobbles them right up.” Yoongi notes. You toss your hips forward as Yoongi curls his fingers inside you, rubbing against your g spot. “Please, I need to cum.” You plead with him. He begins rubbing your clit with his thumb now whilst still circling your g spot causing you to tilt your head back in complete pleasure. His cock is rock hard as it spills lustful pre-cum on your hip.

“Fuck, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum. Fuck. It feels so good.” You cry out ready to explode but just as your high is ready to hit Yoongi removes his fingers from your cunt causing your need and frustration to grow. You cry out in pure frustration as Yoongi give you a sly shit eating grin. “I give the orders here slut. I say when you cum, I say when we fuck, and I say as punishment for your actions tonight you don’t get to cum until three weeks from tonight when we revisit your behavior.” He kisses you softly and begins to get dressed again. You sit in complete shock and lust for this man. He slides his jacket back on and looks you over. “If you touch yourself ill know, so don’t do it or it’ll only make things worse. Do you understand?” He asks, tilting his head. You lick you lips and nod. He walks over to you and caresses your face. “I fucking love you y/n. I’ve never met anyone like you. Always testing, always pushing but in the end always submitting. You’re always so good for me baby. Are you gonna keep being a good girl?” You nod again. He kisses your cheek and leans in to whisper in your ear, “Let this be a lesson to you to never ever call me a fuck boy again. Remind me slut, who owns this cunt?” “You do.” You moan. “Good girl.” He replies with one final kiss, leaving you alone in the room with nothing but your thoughts and your aching cunt.

[imveryunstable]

jealous . (shoto x reader) [BNHA smut]

summary : you thought it'd be good to make Shoto jealous... well you know now, it's really not good.

tw: bad words, just smutty stuff, degrading

warning : shoto talks about another girl, compared you and hurts your feelings even though he sucks at it. :( also, this sucks

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Humans have one trait that can bring danger anytime. That one dangerous feeling can arise in someone without anything holding it back. A human can never be complete without this feeling.

The same goes for heroes, as much as society loves them or worship them, they are still humans after all. Including the pro hero, Todoroki Shoto.

People might see him as an unapproachable man, cold dude but very good looking, your typical ikemen boy. But deep down inside, only you know his true personality and what he's capable of. As much as heroic he can be, he can also be the worst villain you've ever met.

The way he's been glaring at you gives you chills, but that doesn't mean you're going to give in so easily. It's all his fault, to begin with, if only he didn't let that sexy looking pro hero, or known as Creati touched him all over, you wouldn't be giving your attention to Deku at the moment.

You know what'll happen to you if you continue doing this, but where's the thrill of that if you give up and go to him right now? Let him feel as much pain as you felt, let him know what it feels to be abandoned all of the sudden.

You both weren't in a good term to begin with, until he forced you to date him and live with him, at first you were too brave and rejected him only to end up being scared of him. After a few years of staying with him, you've decided to give in and be his lover and try your best to gain feelings for him.

Which is why now, you're too damn brave to even talk with someone else, knowing that's the thing he hates the most.

"(y/n)-chan, do you want a drink?" The loud music blasting makes Deku's voice so small but you can still hear him, shaking your head. "I'm good." You know Shoto would kill you if you actually drink, especially a drink from another man. "Man, there are so many heroes tonight. I didn't expect so many would be coming to tonight's party. I'm a bit nervous actually." Deku mutters, loud enough for you to hear and you give him a gentle smile.

"You're scared, Deku?" You ask him softly and Deku blushes, slowly nodding. "I'm fine with killing villains... but when it comes to loud parties like this.." He continues, twiddling his fingers and seeing him like this makes your heart beat a bit faster, it's not always to see a pro hero like him to be this nervous.

"But people like you, Deku. You barely talk with others, but all of them still look up to you. I'm sure all the heroes here would like for you to talk with them, and dance of course." You point at Uravity, Ingenium, Froppy and many others who have been giving both of you glances. You're not sure whether they're looking at you or Deku, but it's all about Deku right now, you want him to have fun.

"What if I..." You put a finger on Deku's' lips, and you really didn't mean it to look so seductive, but guess that's a different case for Shoto. Deku blushes as he stares into your eyes, before immediately standing up from his seat. "T-thanks, (y/n)." He says, with a smile, before hurriedly leaves you alone. You are a bit weirded out and got your reason when you sense a presence behind you.

His body is horribly close to you, you can feel his breath on your neck, making you shiver a bit. "I'm sure you had enough fun tonight. Time to leave." His cold voice whispers into your ear and you take it as a warning. "No." You reply, turning your head to face him. His face doesn't completely show how angry he is, but you somehow can feel heat radiating off his body.

"No?" He replies you with your reply and you nod your head, standing from your seat. The bartender somehow gets the clue and leaves both of you, going to the left side of his bar as much as possible.

"You promised me tonight will go however I want. I want to stay here longer, it's been too long." You say sternly even though you don't know where you get the nerve to use such tone with him. Hell, you don't even know how you can glare at him without shaking right now.

You're not even drunk, you didn't have a single shot tonight, but maybe being around all of these heroes give you some kind of courage? Though, you are sure that courage will be crushed sooner or later.

"And you promised to not flirt." Shoto states, his calmness is slowly giving you anxiety. You know now, he's really pissed. But sure, you don't mind playing with fire himself.

"I wouldn't if you didn't do it first. Now, can you stand a bit far away from me? It's suffocating." True, his body is literally bumping to you, and there's no single inch between both of you. You are as pissed as he is and tonight, you will fight.

"Suffocating?" Again, he keeps questioning what you've said. You groan as you try to push him, only to have him grab your wrists and pull you closer to him. "You think all the heroes give a fuck about you? You can be crying on your knees here, and none of them would even spare you a glance. You think, Deku would come to your rescue? He knows you're mine, everyone here knows. Or, should I show it to you if you don't trust me?"

He sounds serious giving you no choice but to give in. You know he can do exactly what he just said, putting you on your knees, obeying whatever he wants in front of others.

You need to find a way to get out of this, maybe blaming it on him would help.

"I...It's just that, I hate seeing you with Creati. You both, look perfect together. And you let her touched you all over, which made me angry." You slowly say, turning your eyes away from his. He chuckles, before pulling you out from the room, heading to somewhere.

It hurts how he pulls you so harshly, but seeing his determined steps, you know your whimpers will do nothing so you shut your mouth up, don't want to make the punishment even worse.

You both then stand in front of room you're not sure whose as he opens the door and throws you in, making you sit on the floor. "I'll give you something you can truly be mad of. Get into your position." You doubt a bit whether to listen to him or not, but the moment you meet his eyes, you know there's no choice.

You sit on your knees, hands behind you and face up. That's the position he's been training you to do ever since he brought you to his home.

He brings a chair in front of you which then he sits on it, as he slowly removes his pants. What is he planning to do?

"Eyes on me completely and make sure those hands are at your back. Move an inch.... you know what I can do." You gulp down hearing his words. What.. is he going to do?

Shoto gently touches his cock, slowly rubbing it. It gets hard within a minute, with his lustful eyes glaring at you. You can feel yourself getting wet, but you're sure if you let out your voice...

"Do you know Yaoyorozu is my ex?" Wait, what? You can feel blood boiling inside of you, as your heart rate changes rapidly. "Answer me, (y/n)." He demands harshly but you're still trying to get what he said into your head. "Ugh...." He groans, as his hands move slowly on his cock, precum already coming out.

"I...I didn't know." You reply slowly as you see Shoto smirks. "Well, she was the one I loved. The one I'd fuck every night, every morning.... every second. Your breasts are nothing, compared to hers." Shoto continues his damn dirty talk, degrading you at the same time complimenting her. Is he thinking about her while jerking off?

You can feel tears in your eyes, something stuck in your throat. You can't say anything without sobbing, so you continue to keep quiet.

"I'm surprised you didn't notice, I also had my hands on her. How could I keep them to myself when she was literally offering herself to me? And... ugh, the way her body feels... Should we do threesome with her? OR would you like to see how a woman should satisfy a man properly? I'm sure she can teach you some things you don't know about me."

It takes everything for you to not bring your hands and close your ears. You did feel horny at first but now you feel hatred and jealousy. Those two feelings, unfortunately, win this time.

Shoto only smirks as he sees tears flowing out of you, as his hands go faster.

"Her cunt tastes good too. Waaaaaay better than yours. I might as well call her to just eat her out. Hey, (y/n), what do you think? Should I go find her right now and show to you how good her cunt feels? I'm sure she doesn't mind you watching as I slowly pleasure her, right?"

You are already a sobbing mess at this point, since when he is so good at talking stuff like this? Usually he'd keep quiet, even when fucking you, only moans and groans come out from his mouth. You want nothing but to rip that mouth off right now, honestly.

"Stand and remove that dress, (y/n). Quick." He demands you out of nowhere and you shake your head slowly. Shoto groans, as he then walks to you quickly, grabbing your body before you can even move away from him.

He shoves his cock into your mouth hardly, you can feel his cock deep inside your throat.

Shoto groans as he fucks your mouth really fast, not giving you time to breathe.  It doesn't take long before he cums into your throat, not pulling out until he's sure you drink all of it, which you do.

"Good girl." He says gently, wiping your never ending tears. You feel horrible, thinking about what he just said.

Tonight is the worst night, you've played with fire too much to the point your whole body is burning.  

[enigma-im]

Nothin’ But a Good Time

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Dremora (Demon) X Male!Human (Nord) Warning: Anal, Demon sex, Deals with a demon, Skyrim, blowjobs, handjobs

Word count: 2676

Summoning an unbound Dremora means that it can turn on you. This Dremora has a better idea than just killing the summoner.

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'Summon an unbound Dremora' it was a difficult spell and a dangerous one at that. To conjure a Dremora was on its own, dangerous. To conjure one that you know will attack you is just plain stupid. Yet, desperate times call for desperate measures.

The dungeon wasn’t a challenge for a mage as talented as myself. It was almost comical to be tasked with a quest like this. The Skeevers die on sight, the Draugers are similar to practice dummies, the puzzles are elementary at best. I will be paid in no time at this rate. If only every mission was like this.

As I near the final room I learn that extending some modesty once in a while might be beneficial to me and my ego.

The room ends with a dragon priest instead of my anticipated Deathlord. I really should have kept my mouth shut but the new reward of a mask keeps my spirits high. I face the spirit with a new wave of optimism and cockiness until the graves give way to Draugers. This is fine, I can deal with that. Down the way towards the floating priest two more coffins give way to Deathlords, alright this is less ok.

The battle is full of loud explosions of fireballs and lightning strikes. The Draugers become more of a hassle as anytime I try to deal with them I have to take my attention from the three major threats in the cavern. I take to summoning familiars and Atronachs, drinking bottles after bottles of Magicka. I pick off bits of health from the Deathlords as I try to avoid hits from the priest. His magic staff is becoming too much a problem that I fear I may lose my life this day.

Carding around the edges of the room for the hundredth time I take a direct hit from the Dragon Priest's staff. I hit the ground harder than reasonable, sliding along the uneven cobble on my shoulder. I quickly attempt to stand but the room turns, I fall back with a heavy sigh. I see the low life Draugers come in for the kill. In a last-ditch effort, I cast one more summoning spell, conjuring the one being I swore I wouldn't.

In a swirl of black and purple, a Dremora is officially summoned. Without preamble, the dangerous demon snaps forward and fast. It takes on the Draugers quickly with inhuman strength and speed. As everyone is distracted I look through my bag for potions or food, knowing the unavoidable battle that will come to me.

I watch from the corner of my eye at the Deadra armored beast fights. It takes care of the undead creatures very well, finishing off a Deathlord in the time it took me to swallow down minor healing. Once I catch my bearings I stand and begin to loot through the dead bodies, begging to gods for a potion or two. When that, thing, is done it will turn its ire onto me. I must be prepared for the fight.

I don’t notice the silence for a moment as I reach for the minor magic potion at the bottom of a broken urn. It doesn't occur to me till I feel the dark presence behind me. With a quick breath, I turn and throw a bolt of ice at the demon. With a lazy effort, it pushes the ice off like it was a bug in the way.

"Generally people give thanks but I can't say I'm too familiar with Nord customs," the Dremora chuckles. I straight at his laugh, utterly confused. The being cocks a dark brow at me with a grin," You seem a lost for words."

"Aye," I eye him," just a bit of miscommunication."

His arms cross while changing weight to one leg," How so?" His demeanor is startling, to say the least. I have never interacted with demons before, well in a friendly manner at least. I've killed a few to use their hearts for potions, I'm no saint. The college generally warned against conversing with them unless you can have the upper hand.

"I was informed that this conjuring spell was to summon an unbound Dremora," I clarify.

"That I am," he tilts his head with an amused smirk," Do you believe I have no free will? That I will attack anything that breathes? I found the deal is far greater than the taste of freshly spilled blood."

I sober at his words," the deal?"

"Yes, the deal," he chuckles," you summon me, I protect you, now I get something in return. Give and take sort of thing." I eye him cautious, not open to making deals with conniving creatures like him.

"What kind of deal?"

"Hmm, not sure. I haven't decided on what I want yet, but I do have ideas," he answers in thought.

"What could you want," I slide my hand towards my dagger, cautious but not completely open to fighting just yet. The Dremora casts a glance to my hand then back up at me. His brow raises again but he either doesn’t care or doesn’t mind me reaching for my weapon. Arms still folded he begins to circle me, walking lazily around with his eyes wondering my body.

"What do I want," he taps his finger against his elbow," many things. The better question is what do I want that you can give me. You could be my slave, do my bidding here in the living realm. To kill who I demand, to retrieve what I desire. But I don’t need another one, I already have all the slaves I want. You could give me something I haven't reveled in for a while." he stops his circling and walks towards me. Panicked, I back up till I thump against a wall. Quickly he grabs my face and regards me in an appraising way. "You are very handsome for a mage, most are old and cynical. You are young and full of mirth, perhaps I shall partake just this once," he hums as his thumb brushes my cheek.

"W-What do you want," my resolve slips for a second. I'm not ignorant or oblivious, he wants something I myself haven't partaken in since starting college. Before the time of my studies, I took to parading around as many women as I could, drinking and partying with the liveliest of maidens. I have never been with a man, let alone a demon.

"Here is the deal, you take my seed and we call us even," his hold switches to my throat," if you don’t, then I take your blood as payment."

"You're seed," I ask confused," do you believe you could impregnate me?"

He scoffs," No you stupid man, I wish to spoil myself inside you. Once I do, then we are square. This acceptable, Nord?"

"Blood or cum, such an impossible choice," I roll my eyes," as long as you don’t rip me a new one I will reluctantly lay with you, demon."

"Reluctantly," the Dremora laughs," you caved very fast for someone who is reluctant."

"I'm not above my ego to rather die than fuck a man, just be fast and I can forget about it," I sneer.

"Like I'd give you the curtesy to forget," he chuckles darkly," but if you insist."

I startle when head leans down and captures my lips with his, wasting no time shoving his tongue down my throat. The intrusion sends a jolt down my spine, spurring my interest just a peek. A chill runs through the room and the rock bites into my skin. I shiver when I feel the hard grip of his hands on my uncovered hips.

"You seem to be less reluctant now," he whispers in my ear as his hips brush against mine. I look down at our now nude bodies, seeing my hardening cock against his thigh.

"Is but nerves," I scoff. He hums in an answer as he lowers onto his knees. Its almost a powerful sight to see such an evil being kneeling. The sight is even more uplifting when he grabs my half-hard dick in his hands, stroking me in a lose hold. His mouth joins in for a moment, my spine snapping straight as the electric feeling runs upwards. "damn, Dremora. Ever heard of pacing one's self," I ask as my hips buck. He chuckles around my cock, the vibrations feeling divine.

"You were the one who wanted fast, and I'm the one who didn’t want you to forget," he kisses along my shaft, palming my balls with an uncoy look. His attentions are not what I expected, the sight more arousing than anticipated. I watch him lather my member with his tongue, bucking and sighing with the feeling. I rest my head back to the wall, mouth parted in an unending breath. As I feel myself nearing my end he backs off.

"Don’t want you to end so soon my handsome Nord, now it's your turn to be on your knees," He laughs. I give him an unabashed face before doing as he says. I get down on my knees ready to return the favor. He confuses me by not standing but crawling around behind me. It seems he is ready for the main course. He grabs my shoulder and pushes me forward. I catch myself on my hands as his hand rests on my back.

His clawed fingers trail down my spine, my skin tingling with anticipation. I can feel the warmth of his cock resting at the crease of my ass. The tip nudging just barely between my cheeks. His palm slides over my lower back before trailing over and cupping my hips. He swiftly pulls me flush to his thighs, his cock gliding up and settling close to his stomach. The weight is similar to the one in my stomach, the suspense making my own cock twitch. He pushes me away then pulls me back to him again, enjoying the tension in the air.

I fall onto my forearms and buck back into him with a groan," Just put it in already!"

His deep chuckle echoes in the room," so eager aren't we? I thought this was supposed to be my payment."

I look over my shoulder at his wicked grin," what? Cant, we both get something out of this?"

"I suppose we can," he tilts his head. The Dremora says nothing else as he continues tracing his cock on my ass. Soon he grabs ahold of one of my cheeks, clenching the muscle between his fingers. He spreads me open and regards his new toy. I wait with bated breath as his other hand lazily trails down to rest his thumb over my pucker. My stomach clenches as I choke on a gasp, I guess the eagerness is getting to me. He chuckles as he presses his thumb to me, massaging before inserting. I let out a long groan and rest my head to the filthy floor. He lets himself just rest there, humming as he listens to my panting breath.

"Please," I find myself crying out, not sure what I'm asking for. He somehow figures it out as he removes his thumb and grabs ahold of his cock. He presses himself to my entrance, slowly pressing his tip inside. There is resistance but he pushes on. With a sudden pop, his head is engulfed. The image and the reality of someone being in my ass make my cock leak and a whine let out from my chest. Before I could beg some more he pushes in farther. His head sliding further inside, the unfamiliar feeling of something this far inside me is intoxicating. My anus being stretched isn't pleasant, it aches and stings. Still, my cock remains hard and drips pre to the floor. His length rubbing along my prostate makes the pain feel like nothing.

I relish every inch till his hips are finally flat with my ass. Once he is to the hilt I hear him breathe. He sucks in a greedy breath and grips my cheeks with a painful hold. I can feel my hips try to move, the urge to buck back into him is strong. God, what my guild would think of this. Hell! What would my church think of this?

"By the divines, you are the tightest hole I have ever had the pleasure of fucking," the Dremora calls out in wonder," I believe this will be sufficient payment indeed." before I can comment he pulls back then thrust forward with a sharp snap of his hips.

"ack-, fuck," I cry out. I rub my forehead along the ground, the bits of rock digging into my skin. I hardly notice them as he pulls out again and bucks forward. He finds a pace quickly, using me like some common whore. Seeking his own fulfillment as I whimper and cry in the dirt. His inhuman cock does wonders to my insides, his length hitting places I never knew existed. My cock bobs with each thrust, a string of pre falling to the ground make me groan. I find myself reaching under myself and gripping it. The mixture of him and my hand makes my brain feel fuzzy.

"Are you going to touch yourself, my little Nord," he chuckles above me," Love the feeling of my cock rearranging your insides?" I whimper like a dog as I stroke myself, twisting my hand over my tips then clenching my base. If I knew being fucked in the ass was so grand I would have done this sooner. I'm almost curious if being fucked by a Nord is the same as this? Perhaps a Dremora has better prowess with these kinds of things. Either way, it's hard to think, at the moment a Dremora is a way better lay than any of my past lovers.

"Faster," I cry as I buck back into him. He laughs, curling his fingers over my waist. He slides them down over my stomach, feeling my muscles flex with each push of his hips. His fingers wrap around my base as my palms massages my tip. He gives short quick strokes that make me see stars. I continue pinching along my head as he rubs up against my shaft. My grunts and groans stutter as he fucks me from behind harder, knocking the breath out of me each time.

"Cum for me, my little Nord. I want to feel you squeeze my cock as you do," he rumbles beside my ears. I have no strength to deny him, falling victim to his assaults quickly. In a flash, my body seizes, my spine arching as I feel my balls tighten. I scream like I never have before as I shoot white ropes onto the dirt-covered floor. He doesn’t stop squeezing me, milking me for all I have as his own thrusts stutter. "Yes, just like that," he grunts. As I fall limp on my arms he thrust once more before stilling. I can feel his hot load coating my insides, the feeling is divine. He gasps hard, one of his hands making scratches along my sweaty body.

We both catch our breaths, resting for just a moment in such a dangerous surrounding. He soon pulls out of me, sitting up straight on his knees. I can feel his cum dribble out of me, trailing over my taint and onto my balls before dripping to the floor. I watch between myself as the drops darken the floor.

"You took my seed, the payment is fulfilled," he stands and walks around to my front. He kneels down in front of me as I fall limp to the floor. He grabs my chin and forces me back up on my hands," Till next time, my little Nord." he presses a kiss to my lips then with a smirk, he vanishes. I fall once again onto the floor, naked and defiled.

"till next time," I mumble to myself with a content grin.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wanted to write a MLM story and this smut came out. Also my best friend wanted me to write one too. so technically this is dedicated to him, Love you bro.

I love skyrim so enjoy this mess.

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