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bluestarfruit · 1 month

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You Should See The Scars.

(Ellis Fielding X Reader)

asked some friends what my first fic should be, @/psychokinetic-ectoplasm said it should be Ellis Fielding from Loose Cannons so. here we are lol

NSFW, MINORS DNI WITH THIS POST

After a little more than 10 years on the force, you figured you must have seen it all. Weird shit in basements during busts, dramatic outbursts in courtrooms, car chases, conspiracies, the whole nine yards. You certainly weren’t living like an action movie hero or anything, but you’d seen a bit of action, and you thought nothing could surprise you anymore.

But when you transferred to a slower department and Detective Fielding was practically dropped in your lap, you realized how wrong you were.

You almost weren’t sure he was a cop when you met him. With that round face and shy smile, you figured he must be some collaborator with the department- a historian, or city official, or something. But there was his badge, gleaming where it hung from the breast pocket of his suit.

“How come I’ve never met you before, Detective?” you asked, still glancing him over.

“Oh,” he started with a polite smile. “You must have transferred here after I went on leave. I was uh… gone for a couple years. And when I got back, my first case led me to a firefight. I’ve… been in the hospital recovering since then.”

“Ohhhhhh,” you hummed, smiling back. “You were one of the ones on the von Metz case. I knew I’d heard your name somewhere. Congratulations on a job well done, then.”

“Well,” he chuckled with a shy grin. “Couldn’t have done it without help.”

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From the beginning, you knew full well that Fielding had his… little quirk. His uncle briefed you on it, with Fielding’s consent, of course. But over the months, you two seemed to have developed an unspoken agreement not to mention it. Sometimes he’d say something like “Hey, is it alright if you drive? I’d do it myself, but, uh, I can’t really…”

You’d cut him off with something like “Yeah, it’s fine.”

It was starting to bother you. It was the elephant in the room, hanging over these conversations about what he could or couldn’t do. You decided you didn’t want to stay quiet about it anymore.

You spoke up during a drive to a crime scene. It had been a few moments of deafening silence when you finally spoke: “Detective Fielding, I just wanna say something.”

“Yeah?” he responded.

“This disorder you have.”

You saw him swallow thickly out of the corner of your eye.

“Y’know, you don’t have to be nervous about telling me what you can or can’t do. I understand that there are triggers you need to avoid.”

He didn’t say anything back.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is… I promise I’m not looking at you weird for it. You don’t have to pretend it’s not there. Not that I’m trying to make you talk about it or anything. Just wanted to let you know you don’t have to tiptoe around it if you don’t want to, and I’m okay picking up in the places you can’t.”

…Again, you were answered with silence. You glanced over at him- but were surprised to see him shyly smile at you. “Got it,” he answered quietly, his eyes meeting yours.

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You remember the first time you noticed the scars. It was about a year after you’d started working together. The two of you had just come back from some crime scene out under the DC summer sun. In desperate attempts to escape a heat stroke, you had shed your jacket and unbuttoned the top of your shirt. Fielding similarly had left his suit jacket in the car, undone his top buttons too, and had rolled his sleeves up to his forearms.

“God damn,” you sighed as you shut your car door. “I’m ready to write this report and go home.”

“Yeah,” he answered, plodding around from his side of the car to walk beside you. “I’m ready to just shower and lay down.”

“You need it,” you answered. “You’re drenched.”

He looked down to notice the sweat soaking through his shirt, pursing his lips. You couldn’t help but laugh.

It was as you two chatted over the water cooler, chugging the ice-cold water, that you finally noticed. His arm was propped on the cooler, pushing his sleeve up, and… there was something on his skin, peeking out from the hem of his sleeve.

“Hey, Fielding, there’s something on your arm,” you said simply, pointing with the hand that held your cup.

“O-oh, that’s uh-“ he stuttered, bringing his arm to his side and smoothing down his sleeve. “It’s from-“

That’s when it hit you. “Oh god, Fielding, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

“It’s okay,” he responded. But his lips pursed tightly and he wouldn’t meet your gaze. And right after you had gotten rid of that first elephant in the room, there was now another.

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Time passed. You and Fielding had been working together for over a year at this point, but things were way past the point of just being co-workers. After a few spontaneous dinners, a movie or two, and a night at your place, you had to make it official and have the department separate and reassign you. Of course, you wanted to be professional and keep your relationship out of your work. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t mingle in the hallways or head to dinner right after clocking out. It’s not like you drove in separate cars.

You couldn’t help your affection for him. His nervous little smiles, the stupid little bow ties he wore, the way he’d light up when he’d see you- he was such a sweetheart, too. You felt like the protagonist of a corny coming-of-age movie.

But there was always that elephant in the room.

You’d kiss him, he’d kiss back, you’d reach up to unbutton his shirt- but then he’d gently wrap his warm hands around your wrists and carefully pull your hands away from his collar. Or maybe you’d reach for his belt buckle- same thing, he’d gently pull your hands away, holding your hands in his. And he’d always look down at you with those big, mismatched eyes and purse his lips. After trying a few times over the course of a few weeks, you understood and stopped trying.

It nagged at you. Was it those scars? Is that why he wouldn’t let you see him undressed? Or was he just not into you? Was he trying to spare your feelings? You didn't even mind that he didn't want to have sex, you just wanted to understand why;

You didn’t know what to think, and you were too worried to ask. And so, you suffered in silence, longing for his touch, wishing you knew why he didn’t want you.

But eventually, you got your answer.

Summer had come again, and with it, another day of suffering in the sun. He’d come back to your apartment with you, with a promise of buying you lunch after using your shower. With a few laughs and smiles, you nudge him along to your bedroom.

“The bathroom connects to the bedroom. So just leave your clothes here, and I’ll try to dry them off while you’re in there,” you purr, running your fingers through his sweaty hair.

“Sounds good to me,” he answers with a smile. You grin back at him as you shut the door for him.

But then you realized. “Oh, wait, Ellis, Honey-“ you started, grabbing a towel from where you kept them, before hurrying back and pushing the door open. “Don’t get undressed yet, I forgot to give y-“

You paused in the doorway. There he was, sitting on the edge of your bed, his sweaty shirt in his hands.

They were worse than you thought.

The scars were all over him. Knife wounds, you figured. They were buried into his skin- several on his chest, a few on his shoulders, upper arms, and stomach. Despite being old and faded, they were obvious.

His eyes caught your attention next. His bright, mismatched eyes staring wide up at you, his lips slightly parted in shock. He must be terrified.

“Ellis,” you breathed.

“Please don’t look,” he responded weakly.

“Wait, Ellis.” You hurried over, settling on your knees in front of him to meet his eyes better.

“…I know, they’re awful,” he rasped quietly, looking down at the shirt bunched in his hands.

“No, Honey,” you answer. “They’re not.”

“Don’t try to spare my feelings.”

“No, I mean it, Ellis,” you say, grabbing his hand, gently pulling it away from the fabric of his shirt. His skin is clammy, and his palms sweaty. He looks away, his eyes watery.

There’s a moment of silence. You, sitting before him, clasping his hand gently. You lean in and kiss his cheek.

“I love you so much, just like this. Scars don’t change anything,” you continue. You rest your hand on his chest, your thumb rubbing over a scar.

“Sweetheart-“ he rasps weakly, turning his head a little. As you turn to look at him, he presses his lips to yours. He kisses you softly, weakly, as if he’s about to fall asleep.

When you part, you pant against his parted lips, “I think you’re gorgeous.”

He pauses for a moment. “…You mean it?”

You smoothed your hand up his chest. “Mhm,” you hummed to him. “If you want… I can show you how good I think you look.”

He seemed to pause again. “Only if that’s what you want, of course,” you continue, smiling sympathetically. “I just want to show you that I love you."

“I’d like that,” he said, almost a whisper, giving his usual shy, nervous smile.

“Great. I promise I’ll take good care of you,” you respond, smiling back.

After a moment, you move your head, pressing your lips to his neck. Already, he whimpers quietly. Your fingertips smooth over a scar on his chest, and he shivers a little at the strange sensation. You take a few moments to press kisses down his neck and across his shoulder. “You doing okay, Ellis?” you ask.

“Y-yeah,” he sighed breathlessly.

Your lips touched a scar on his collarbone. A whimper almost broke from his throat, but he barely managed to keep himself quiet. As you pressed a few more kisses to his neck, your fingertips brushed downward over the remainder of the scars on his torso. Eventually, they settled on his belt.

“Ellis…” you said lowly. You leaned back to look his his eyes. His were still damp- but they were hazy and a little blown out. “Is it alright if I stroke you?”

He swallowed thickly and nodded, his eyes locked to yours. At that, you smiled and leaned in to kiss him. This time, he kissed back with some force, hungry for more, but still weak. After you undid his belt, he lifted his hips to let you work his slacks down.

There were more scars. A few zigzagged across his thighs. You noticed a more recent scar that must have been the bullet wound from his gunfight. But what stood out to you was a particularly deep one across his abdomen, carved into his stomach, between his hips.

You can’t imagine what it had been like for him. Held down, watching a blade drag through your stomach- you blinked away the dampness in your eyes. Your fingers brushed against the scar, tracing the length of it lightly.

“Sweetheart,” he called softly, lifting his hand from your shoulder to brush through your hair.

You snapped out of it. “Sorry. I’m just… I’m sorry you’ve been through so much, Ellis. You didn’t deserve it.”

“It’s alright,” he answered. “I’m okay, here with you.”

You smiled sadly up at him, and he smiled back. You took the hand brushing through your hair, kissing his knuckle before leaning back a little to finally take care of him.

“Oh,” you breathed quietly, your eyes tracing over his length for the first time.

His heart jumped in his chest. “What?”

“You’re bigger than I expected.”

He couldn’t help but blush a little at that.

You reached out to wrap a hand around his member, already half-hard. He quietly sucked in a breath at the sensation of your warm fingers wrapping around him. God, it felt just as he’d always imagined.

It took everything in him not to whimper when you pumped him once slowly. He watched your hand drag down his length and back up, then lifted his gaze. His eyes met yours for a moment. “You’re so cute,” you purred. He immediately looked away with a little noise of surprise.

Once again, you pumped his length at an agonizingly slow pace. Finally, a tiny whine tumbled from his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.

“Feeling okay?” you asked softly, your fingers still wrapped around the base.

“Uh-huh,” he rasped back. “Please.”

“Of course. Here, Honey,” you answer.

The moment you started properly stroking his length, another little moan escaped his throat. You watched his eyes flutter shut, before he lowered his head to hide his face from you.

“Ellis,” you purred softly, catching his chin in the palm of your free hand and lifting it up. His face leveled with yours; His eyebrows were knit, his lips slightly parted, and his eyes were hazy. You leaned in, and softly pressed your lips to his. Instantly, he whined into it and pressed closer. His kiss was desperate and deep now. Months of wanting you- starving for your touch, your affection, but being too scared to admit it, bubbled to the surface. One of his hands gripped at the fabric of your shirt, and his free one settled on your arm. You felt his warm palms through the fabric- you could feel that he was trembling faintly.

A burst of pleasure bubbled up from his belly. At that, he broke the seal of the kiss, finally sighing a full moan against your lips.

“You’re doing great, Ellis,” you whispered to him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. You reached up with your free hand to brush your fingers through his hair. Still damp, you thought. I’ll help him shower after this.

“Sweetheart-“ he whined, “I’ve wanted you so bad.”

“Mhm?”

“Y-you have no idea how much I’ve dreamed about this,” he said, looking down to watch your grip firmly drag up his length.

“Mmm, what do you dream about?” you answered sweetly.

“U-uh. You kissing me. Taking care of me like this.”

You met his eyes for a moment- he looked back at you, waiting with bated breath to know how you felt about his fantasies. You leaned in to kiss him again, and he moaned into it eagerly. After a moment, your lips parted from his, and you said quietly, “Well, I’m right here to take care of you. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Really?” He said, leaning back to look at you with wide eyes.

“Mhm.”

His eyes stayed glued to yours for a moment, before turning away. Eventually he turned back to you, and rasped, “Faster. Please.”

You giggled softly. “Of course, Ellis.”

You picked up the pace of your grip pumping up and down his length, instantly drawing another moan from his throat. His head rolled back a little as his eyes fluttered shut once again and his brow furrowed. Your lips pressed against his jaw before you leaned back to watch yourself stroke him.

To your delight, precum had beaded on the tip of his dick. You gently ran the pad of your thumb over the head, eliciting a shudder and a moan from him. He rolled his head forward, his hazy gaze meeting yours. Your first name left his lips- something you’d never heard him say before.

“Hi,” you responded playfully. You leaned forward, once again pressing your lips to his, and he kissed back just as eagerly and hungrily as before. This is where you stayed as you continued to stroke his length, hot and practically throbbing in your palm.

His lips eventually parted from yours, as another moan ripped from his throat. His hips squirmed slightly, pushing his dick into your grip.

“You’re close, huh?” you asked.

“G- yeah-“ he moaned back.

“Go ahead, Ellis.”

He whimpered softly as you picked up the pace once again, stroking his length harder to help him reach his finish. He only lasted a few more moments before he finished with a broken moan. He spilled into your palm, some of it landing on your sleeve. You didn’t mind much. You continued to work him through his climax, until he moaned your name once again.

The look on his face was so sweet, his mouth hanging open a little and his brow furrowed. You didn’t realize a simple handjob would make such a mess of him.

But as the afterglow faded out, he opened his eyes and realized where he had finished. “Oh, Sweetheart, I… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ he started, a look of shame coming over his face.

“It’s alright, Ellis. I should have grabbed the towel. I was just so focused on you,” you answered, smiling up at him warmly.

He chuckled breathlessly, rubbing his hand over his face in embarrassment. “Oh man. Thank you,” he sighed. “That was… You’re wonderful,” he continued.

“You only deserve the best,” you purr back.

“Oh, quit it.” he responds, a smile playing about his lips.

“I mean it! You’re such a sweetheart, Ellis. You deserve to pampered.”

“If you think so,” he answered quietly, watching you wipe your palm and sleeve clean. Once you had it all off, you scooted closer and settled between his knees again, wrapping your arms around his waist. He placed a hand on the back of your head, burying his fingers in your hair. Your lips found a scar on his collarbone- he shuddered softly at the sensation.

“You know I meant every word I said, Honey,” you said quietly. “I love you more than anything. Scars and all.”

For a moment, there was only silence. But then he answered. “That means the world to me.”

His hand found its way under your chin, pushing your face up until he could press his lips to yours. He kissed gently, slowly this time. His palm pressed against your cheek, his thumb stroking the skin of your cheekbone. When he parted for air, he smiled down at you, his eyes finally softened and happy.

“How about we jump in the shower? You still have all that sweat sticking to you.”

“Oh, don’t tell me I smelled sweaty that whole time.”

“Wasn’t paying attention.”

He chuckled softly.

“Hey, why don't you join me?” he said with a soft grin. “Please, let me show you how thankful I am. Show you how beautiful I think you are.”

#shoutout to the 2 people who are gonna like this #loose cannons #loose cannons 1990 #ellis fielding #dan aykroyd #my shit

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allylikethecat · 4 months

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Just read your reply to an ask about a fix of matty singing them to sleep and the suggestion/idea of fictional Matty singing fictional George or vice versa to sleep has me wanting to eat my hand and sob (in a good way) 😭

The best way to deal with your self imposed stress of not finishing a fic by your self dictated deadline is obviously to work on a different one 😂 I felt really bad that I wasn't able to fill that one prompt request for that anon looking for a matty x reader blurb where he sung the reader to sleep (I don't see myself ever writing x reader fic i'm sorry!! there are so many wonderful talented people who do though! that's just not my writing niche unfortunately) ... but like was totally down to write one of him singing fictional!George to sleep, and then I saw that YOU lovely anon had sent this in in response to that ask, so obviously I had to jump it to the top of my massive list of prompt fill requests that I really do promise I will finish in 2024 lol

So, alas, here it is, Fictional!Matty sining Fictional!George to sleep. I hope you like it, if not let me know and I will attempt a take two! Thank you so much for sending this in though, and for reading, and being so lovely and supportive! I hope you have a very happy new year and a great rest of your week!

❤️Ally

Singing to sleep

George was sick, and George never got sick. Matty was at his wits end, he was the one with the shit immune system. He was the one who didn’t take care of himself and allowed his body to get run down, seeming to constantly be coming down with a perpetual case of the sniffles. George did yoga. George remembered to eat, and drank water, and got the recommended eight hours of sleep each night. He wasn’t supposed to be congested and running a fever, a trail of used tissues laid out like bread crumbs as if he would lose his way back to the bedroom without them.

George wasn’t supposed to be arguing with Matty that he wasn’t sick when he clearly was. Shaking his head, his voice rough and nasally, insisting that he was fine even as he had to halt his argument every few minutes to cough. George was not supposed to be sick, and with a sinking realization, Matty was learning that George was an even worse patient than he was.

“Please,” Matty begged, he knew he looked ridiculous wearing the frilly apron his Mum had gotten him as a joke when they had bought the new house and Matty had shown her the high end kitchen as if he was going to actually use it. The joke was on her, he was wearing the apron and currently trying to use the kitchen. “Please just go lay back down.”

“I’m fine,” George rasped again before breaking off into another coughing fit, his arms wrapped around himself as he shivered. Matty glanced at the clock on the stove, it was still too soon for him to take another dose of paracetamol.

“You are not fine!” Matty snapped, turning away from the stove and the soup that he hoped was simmering and not boiling, he wasn’t entirely sure of the difference. He waved his wooden spoon at George for dramatic effect. “You need to go lay down and get some fucking rest so you can get better!”

George opened his mouth and Matty waved the spoon more aggressively, flicking his wrist at George. “No, no arguments, upstairs, now please, let’s go.” Matty said, nudging George’s shoulder so that he could guide him towards the staircase.

George sighed, breaking off into another coughing fit, his shoulders shaking before doing as Matty said. He padded barefoot towards the stairs, Matty hot on his heels to make sure he actually got into bed instead of trying to snag his work laptop out of the office. The soup would be okay for a few minutes without him, Matty thought as they climbed the stairs. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was supposed to be watching for anyway, or what he was even supposed to do if it did do something.

Realizing he was still holding the spoon, Matty sheepishly sat it down on the dresser, brushing past George to fluff up his pillows and blankets.

“Get in the bed,” he said, holding his arms out as if he was a briefcase girl on a game show.

“You trying to take advantage of me?” George rasped, batting his eyelashes teasingly, the effect was lost though by the glassy sheen of his eyes and his dry red nose.

“Always,” Matty deadpanned and George sighed, climbing back into bed and allowing Matty to rearrange the blankets around him while he pouted like a child.

“Now get some rest,” Matty said, leaning down one last time to press a kiss to George’s forehead, frowning when he realized just how hot it was. He turned away, planning on heading into the bathroom to get George a damp wash rag to try and cool him down some before returning to his soup when George caught his wrist.

“Wait,” said George looking up at Matty, looking extra pathetic with his pale skin, red nose and shiny eyes.

“I’ll be right back,” Matty assured him, his heart squeezing. “I’m just going to get you a cold rag.”

“I’m fine,” George said again, his voice convincing absolutely no one. “But will you,” George flushed, and Matty wasn’t sure if it was from fever or embarrassment. George swallowed hard, his sore throat bobbing painfully. “Will you sing to me?”

Matty blinked, in confusion, not expecting the request. “What?” he asked dumbly and George’s blush deepened, embarrassment it is then, Matty thought fondly, his heart flipping at the request.

“Will you sing me something?” George asked again, his eyes wide and earnest. “Please.”

Matty exhaled slowly, he wanted to get George a cold wash rag for his forehead, and he needed to go check on his soup. But who was he to refuse George a song when he was poorly.

“Yeah,” said Matty softly, feeling like his insides had turned to goo with just how much he loved George. “Yeah, I can sing you something.”

His Gibson Hummingbird was leaning against a decorative chair where he had left it two days prior, and he winced, knowing he should have put it away properly but thankful for his laziness as he scooped it up, feeling silly as he quickly tuned it and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He played the opening chord and George smiled, instantly recognizing the song.

Tell me what you thought about

When you were gone and so alone

The worst is over

You can have the best of me

We got older but we're still young

We never grew out of this feeling that we won't give up

George was asleep, snoring softly, before Matty even finished the song.

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #fanfiction #keep it kind #matty fic #gatty #prompt fill #prompt fills #OG requests #if anyone else has any prompt requests from a list or their own brains send them my way!#also i am still working on the sick fic prompts dont worry #they're just ending up a little longer and will probably end up on AO3

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starspyder · 2 months

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I’m sick and need comfort from a military man, here’s a sick!fic featuring my sweet angel Gaz 🥰

Warnings: sick!reader, Gaz is the best and nobody can change my mind. Emetophobia warning but is only briefly mentioned. Soap and Ghost are annoying lol

Reader’s callsign is Vulture!

It started out with your bleary eyes, blinking open against the faint orange sunrise streaming through the window of your private barrack.

Your head was pounding as you sat up and tried to silence your alarm. 0600 was still a bit late for you to be awake, but breakfast wasn’t until 0700, so you still had plenty of time to get to the mess hall.

When you finally sat up, the ache in your back seemed to shoot directly up your spine, making your headache even worse.

“Fuck me, not this shit again.” You grumbled.

About a month ago, a flu swept through the base like the biblical plagues. Everyone got it— even Ghost, who almost had to be sedated before Soap finally convinced him to stay in bed and rest. It was rough on everybody, except for you. You managed to scrape by without any symptoms, much to your team’s chagrin.

Body aches, chills, sore throat, and an awful cough were the worst symptoms, but you’d heard of a few soldiers who tried to push through the worst of it and ended up nearly passing out from overworking themselves. Soap may or may not have been one of them, despite his hypocritical efforts to keep Ghost on bed rest.

Making your way to your private bathroom, dark circles had made their home under your eyes, and you were experiencing terrible cold sweats. Your skin was oily and you somehow felt even worse than you looked.

With coughs that wracked your whole system, you shot a quick text to Price, informing him of your current state and that you’d head to the infirmary before breakfast.

Unfortunate timing, Vulture, Price had texted back. Was hoping for you to lead drills today.

You rolled your eyes and send him the middle finger emoji in response, before getting dressed as comfortably as possible for your trip across base. As you pulled on a sweatshirt, a knock rang from the door.

“Vulture, you up? I’ll save you a seat in the mess, if ya’d like!”

Oh, Kyle. Poor, sweet Kyle.

You didn’t miss the way he grimaced at the sight of you, as you opened the door to greet him.

“It got me, Gaz. Call my sister, tell her I won’t make it home for Christmas.” You dramatically claimed. Gaz hissed through his teeth.

“You look terrible. Have you been to the infirmary yet?” He asked, concerned with your state.

When this sickness made its first round, Gaz was hit first. You did what you could, even making homemade soup in the private kitchenette in the 141’s rec room, and sticking by his side even when he was puking up his guts in the toilet.

“Was about to be on my way,” You moved past him, shutting your door behind you.

“I can come with, if you want? You took care of me when I was in the same boat, so let me return the favor.” Gaz followed you like a loyal dog, opening the door for you as you stepped outside, then handed you his sunglasses as he noticed you shut your eyes against the rising sun.

“Don’t worry about me, Gaz, I’ll be fine by tomorrow.” You promised, giving him a tight lipped smile as you departed towards the infirmary.

———

The next day, however, you were even worse. You couldn’t even make it out of bed, before you decided to take another sick day. Thankfully, there were no upcoming missions so for the foreseeable future, you would be able to ride this out in a semi comfortable place.

You’d been given the proper antibiotics, but it barely seemed to touch you at all.

Around lunchtime, as you were stuck between dozing off and waking up from those awful cold sweats, someone knocked on your door. You weakly called out and beckoned them inside.

You peeked your eyes open to see Soap and Ghost standing in the doorway, the latter of them armed with some kind of aerosol can.

“What the hell are you two doing?” You rasped.

“Oh, hen, I’m hurt! We just came tae see how yer faring, and this is the thanks we get!”

You sat up slowly, brows furrowed as you glared at both men.

“If you came to make fun of me, get it over with, please—and keep your voice down, Soap, my head’s killing me.”

“Spray down whatever you touch with this.” Ghost grunted out, tossing the aforementioned can across the room. It flopped on the bed next to you and you craned your neck to read the label; 100% Antibacterial Aerosol Spray.

“Thanks, L.T., this’ll do me a world of good.” You rolled your eyes.

Soap took a step into your room, his nose crinkling as he sniffed.

“When’s the last time you showered, hen?”

You whined dramatically, flopping down into your pillows.

“Unless you want to drag me to the showers, I wouldn’t complain. You smelled like a dog drowned in his own piss when you were sick.”

Ghost huffed a laugh at Soap’s reaction.

“Fine, we’ll let ye wallow here. Get better, bonnie!” Soap said in dismissal, closing your door far too loudly for your taste.

You looked to the spray can and snorted, kicking it to the foot of the bed as you curled back under the sheets.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep for good this time.

———

Three knocks at your door awoke you for the second time today, but it cracked open before you could get a word out.

Your eyes sluggishly opened as Gaz made his way into your room, his arms full of various shopping bags and a few takeout boxes.

“Wha’s all this?” You slurred sleepily.

“Medicine, some snacks, electrolyte drinks, and your favorite takeout.” Gaz smiled proudly.

Your stomach fluttered. “You didn’t have to do all this for me, Gaz.”

He waved his hand and made a face.

“Don’t worry about it. Just let me take care of ya, lovie.”

Gaz motioned for you to scoot over as he handed you a bottle of Gatorade, then began to unpack the takeout boxes. Based on the boxes, he went to three different restaurants.

“What all did you get?” You asked.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be in the mood for anything, so I got options— pizza, Nando’s, and I went to that café you like and got soup.” He rambled. “I picked up some of the good medicine, not the rubbish they have in the infirmary, those are basically horse pills…”

The way that Gaz went above and beyond, even going off base to find something you may or may not even keep down— just because he wanted to. He could be running drills or shooting the shit with Soap, but he was here.

He stopped his rambling when he saw your face, the teary eyed smile plastered on your face.

“You okay?”

You huffed a laugh, wiping your eyes.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Gaz.”

Gaz sat on the bed next to you, pulling you close to his chest with an arm around your waist.

“Just returnin’ the favor, love.” He replied with a tender kiss to your forehead.

———

Ending was a little lazy, I’m currently fighting off NyQuil 💀

Hope y’all enjoyed! -Star

#starspyderfics #kyle garrick x reader #Gaz x reader #Kyle Gaz Garrick x reader

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desertfangs · 9 months

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For some reason you feel like the right person to ask about this (probably because of your fic where Daniel volunteers to manage Lestat'smusical comeback lol), but if the Armand bed pile (plus anyone else you have thoughts on) was a band, who would be in each role?

Lestat as lead singer, obviously. I feel like Louis has broody, 'bass guitarist who seems ready to drop out the band at any point but is a fan favourite for his mysterious and dark looks' vibes

But should Daniel be drums or keyboard 🤔 and I'm really unsure about where Armand himself should be

Also, not a traditional bed pile member, but I do want to suggest Bianca as another possible band member, either guitar or drums maybe?

Idk, I've just been imagining all the touring drama (imagine locking this lot up in a tour bus for months on end!), the dramatic and theatrical performances, how completely unmanageable they would be. The Vampire Lestat turned up to 11

Oh this is a fun question! I think you could ask everyone to build their own The Vampire Lestat reunion tour band from the vampire cast and everyone's answers would be different but I'll do my best. I'm just gonna use whoever might be at Trinity Gate when Lestat has this wild idea.

As you said, Lestat is the lead singer. That's his thing. He's the front man and he does the vocals.

I think you're right that Louis would be the bassist. He has dark, quietly brooding bassist energy especially with his hair long so it could drape over face. Louis would have his own groupies after a single show.

Armand would do lead guitar, because he'd refuse to take a backseat and he'd often try to steal the show with long solos. He and Lestat would probably fight backstage over him trying to take over certain songs, which would lead to them disappearing into a dressing room "to work things out" and coming out with their clothes all rumpled.

This means Daniel can do drums. I think he'd be good at them, even if though he might get excited sometimes and do a little "ba-dum-cha!" after Lestat says something that could be taken as a joke but maybe isn't meant to be. (Lestat will glare at him and Daniel will promise not to do it again, but he will.)

I'm also going to veer left here and add Sybelle on keyboard. The original band didn't have a keyboard I think it would add something and she'd be that keyboardist who doesn't speak but answers only in music if addressed.

Since Sybelle is there, Benji can work the merch table. He's probably not a bad sales person. And Marius can bounce between the merch table and backstage, acting as the haggard over-worked manager who's trying to keep everything in check and make sure the show goes on even when Lestat refuses to do a soundcheck (he can sub Daniel in for that!) or Louis refuses to come out of his dressing room in the sequined outfit Lestat is insisting he wear. A lot of this will be Marius solving problems, I imagine, but they'll play a few solid shows.

People will ask for autographs and think it's a fun tribute to Lestat's music and books, and never think these are the real actual vampires since of course the vampire are not real, and obviously this isn't the original Lestat. Except for one or two true believers who post videos on TikTok comparing their cell phone photos of Lestat at the show to footage of him from MTV and insisting it's the same guy and he hasn't aged a day.

Oh and Bianca is going to play the tambourine.

#this is so fun thank you!!!#uncivilcivilservice #answers in the desert #vc headcanons #lestat's reunion tour #the vampire lestat #lestat de lioncourt #armand #daniel molloy #louis de pointe du lac #sybelle #benji mahmoud #marius de romanus #vc #vampire chronicles #post-canon shenanigans #trinity gate #vc humor

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daisynik7 · 5 months

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WIFEY! i woke up rolling off my bed and landed on a back scratcher that was on my floor and now there’s a dent in my knee LMAO. your wife is not only a sleepy, silly girlie, she’s also a clumsy girlie. i’ve also been incessantly crying over your messages it’s fine 🥲

but i’m sorry to hear about that, i’m glad to hear it was almost and not did get into a car accident, even then i don’t know if you suffered from whiplash or anything but as long as you're safe and unharmed, i’m happy. i do feel bad for the person who randomly broke down, especially on the freeway, hope they’re ok too :(

i have family that lived in the midwest and can attest to how brutal the cold and snow is, and yes driving must’ve been an absolute nightmare! another reminder to my snookums to stay warm on all fronts bundled up, and eat warm foods (soup!!!!!!) 🥰

AND THANK YOU for hosting the swap and for your recs! given your impeccable tastes i know i will enjoy them thoroughly, and i can’t get over how well-detailed your descriptions of each and why you love them, i’m excited to read them!

i have to say one thing i’ve always loved about your fic reblogs is your in-depth analysis i.e. the screenshots and highlights of particular excerpts that stood out to you and loved, there’s truly no one like you 🥹 and for you to that to something i wrote??? I’M HONOURED, AND I’M SOFT NOBODY TOUCH ME I’M A SOBBING MESS wait no please hug me 😭 i am absolutely in love with your love and care for others, and that has shown in your feedback to others and your check-ins, thank you for your sweet words and support <3

as i’m typing this i just got your message, (don’t feel pressured to respond to this!) do as you please, i’m honoured, thank you for the follow!!! <3 and once again thank you for your sweet words on How It’ll Be, i’m shrieking!

i hope the rest of your week is productive and your weekend is well spent and restful! i’m so proud of you!!!! in the meantime, i’m sending you all my love, all my kisses, all my hugs, and cuddles 🤍🤍🤍

also, my internet is being a little silly billy so i don't know if this message was sent the first time, i'm hoping not 🫠

lastly, i’d like to inform you that you have permanent residence in a very special place in my heart where I have you safely tucked in and you are not allowed to leave (there are snacks, i promise) 🫢 in all seriousness, hope you’ve had a wonderful day and night and i love you endlessly my darling wife, treat yourself kindly, always! 🥰

my sleepy, silly, clumsy, beautiful wifey! I'm sorry your rolled off your bed, but I'm assuming it's because you had such a pleasant dream, so I hope it was at least worth it. and if not, I'm kissing the little dent on your knee to heal it if it isn't fully healed already!

I'm totally safe from the near accident, it sounds more dramatic than I'm making it sound and the person who stopped seemed to be fine physically. hoping they were able to move to safer location and get their car fixed because it didn't seem like anything was wrong (which is good).

thank you for participating in the fic swap! I still have yet to read the rest of the fics you recommended, been a busy and distracted girl this week, but they are still on my radar and I'm very excited!

I try to leave more in-depth comments whenever I can just because I feel like I can better express myself doing that instead of spamming the tags LOL. I got inspired by another mutual I have on here who does it often, so I can't take credit for it! I just want to show how much I appreciate the writers on here because I feel like we (as a Tumblr community) don't do that enough!

I never want to leave this safe space I have in your heart! 🥹 I am the most cozy and comfortable there and I'm not leaving for anything (so you better get used to me lol). I love you so so dearly my snookums, always thinking of you even when I'm away! I hope you had a relaxing and/or productive weekend and that these last few weeks of 2023 go by smoothly. love you so much thea ♥️

#my lovely thea #lovely moots #wifey's love letters

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fowlblue · 11 months

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I was scrolling through the Artemis fowl tag again, because i haven't done that in a long time and i kinda stopped checking this fandom and tumblr altogether, but going through it again makes me remember that i used to be such a big fan of yours. Remember that fic you wrote, ignis aurum probat? I still think it's pretty cool. I read it again. I wish there was more about Artemis being a big brother. I also loved the alexmis ship (well i still do but it was much nicer to like back when there was more content for it), i found out i liked the alex rider books too (and i wish there was a book like "Russian Roulette" in the af series but for Butler, seeing his backstory would've been cool)

Howdy there, and welcome back!

Ahh, that’s an old fic of mine! I’m glad you loved it- I haven’t read that one in a long time, but I do remember it resonated with a lot of people, even if I can’t really say the same anymore.

More Arty and the Twins content would be nice, the shenanigans they must all get up to together- if the twins are a handful, with Artemis they must be a handful and a half! Running poor Butler and the Fowl Parents ragged, no doubt. I would have loved to see Artemis and Myles connecting over science or something especially, since their relationship seems so strained by TFT and onwards.

Alex Rider is pretty great too, I love that series deeply. I think more AF fans should read it, especially if they’re interested in a ‘darker’ story, since AR fits that bill nicely. I’m sure more Alexmis content will come out eventually- I’m sorry I haven’t been making much over here, but rest assured I still love it! My brain has just been taken over by sad old men for the moment, lol- perhaps it will pick up whenever the next season of AR comes out? It promises to be quite dramatic, if they’re adapting Scorpia.

A backstory novel would indeed be lovely for Butler… I’m so curious about his life before being Artemis’s bodyguard.

All that to say, welcome back friend! I’m happy you’re here, and glad to see a fan of mine!

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b-o-e · 1 year

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Howdy Pillar x Reader

Warnings: tickling aghahbg, howdy uses his many hands for evil lol, kissy kissy fluff yuhhh, I was gonna scrap this fic n don't wanna look at it anymore so it may have mistakes lol

You and Howdy bake a batch of cookies together, and it is quickly learned how impatient you are.

“And there we are!”

Howdy placed the sheet of cookies on the stove top, shutting the oven. Two hands rested on his hips, the other pair crossed over his chest, puffed with pride.

“They look perfect!” He grinned. “Surely because of your help, of course!” He hummed, nudging you gently as you ogled the freshly baked treats.

“They smell so good,” is all you could utter.

You were so tempted just to grab one of the ooey-gooey pastries, despite the fact it would more likely than not immediately fall apart. Howdy could sense this oozing desire.

“Now, don’t go burning yourself. I know that look of temptation in your eye,”

Your gaze met his, your eyes widened slightly in surprise. You flashed a sheepish smile, slumping.

“They just look so tasty…” you sighed dreamily, eyes returning to your awaiting prize. The two of you had put so much work into making them. Howdy made a great mixer with all those arms! Made for easy cleanup, too!) How could you not want to test a sample?

“They’re not quite ready yet. Just a little longer, bug,” he assured, watching your hands clench in and out of fists with resistance, finding it to be nothing less than amusing.

“No touching, okay? I’m just going to run these eggs we borrowed back to Sally, then I’ll be right back!” one of Howdy’s hands set on your back as he moved around you to grab the carton.

“No touch,” he pointed a finger at you, squinting playfully as the others rested on his hips. He repeated, “I’ll be right back. I’m sure they’ll be cooled by then. Just wait for me,”

“Yeah, yeah. Hurry up!” You laughed, pushing him along towards the door.

With a final promise he would return quickly, Howdy was off, leaving you and the cookies alone. Unsupervised…

And man, it was tempting. It really, truly was. You looked over your shoulder at your foe on the stove, glaring. You’ll be mine soon…

You stole a glimpse at the clock, exhaling dramatically. The two of you had already tidied up your mess while waiting for the timer, so what were you to do now? Admire your wondrous creations from afar?

Unable to come up with anything else, that’s quite precisely what you did.

Your elbows rested on the countertop, chin on top of your hands. The sweet aroma wafted through the house, a gentle breeze flowing in from the open window.

Tick, tock, tick, tock

The steady click of the clock made time feel like it was moving extra slow. Each second dragged on for what felt like an eternity. Huh. You had less self control than you thought…

Your fingers drummed against the counter. Your toes tapped against the floor. Your eyes darted between the cookies and clock again. Come on, Howdy, what was taking so long?

Another hefty sigh escaped you. A look at the clock, a look at the cookies. Just one couldn’t hurt, right? It was Howdy’s fault you were waiting an eternity!

Despite the slight pit of guilt in your belly, you reached toward the sheet, knowing the satisfaction of the cookie would fill that pit right up. Finally, it was yours!

A hand grasped your wrist, an arm looping your waist.

“Ah-ah-ah,”

Whelp, spoke too soon. You tried!

“What do you think you’re doing, you little stink bug?” Howdy hummed, amusement dripping from his tone as he turned you around to face him. Ah. Trapped between him and the counter. Not a good place to be for what you reckoned the consequences to your actions would be

“Come on!” You drew out, giving a pleading pout. “You were taking so long!”

Please let you be spared, please let you be spared… it didn’t look too promising with the quirk of his brow and smirk he wore.

“I was barely gone five minutes!” He cackled with mirth. “And you know how I feel about thieves,”

That smirk seemed much more threatening all of a sudden.

“No.” You eyed him warily, knowing exactly what was to come. “Don’t you dare,”

“I think you deserve some form of punishment,” he shrugged with a grin. His upper set of hands had taken yours into his grasp…

“Howdy…” You attempted to reason. “Please!”

No chance.

His fingers glided along your sides, digging into the carefully. You laughed and squirmed, begging for him to stop.

“You need to learn your lesson somehow!” He chuckled, pausing his attack to give you a chance to own up to your actions. “Will you try to defy me again?”

You only giggled, body twisting away with what you knew would come after your response.

“You’re asking for quite a lot there, mister…” You really weren't doing yourself any favours, were you?

His fingers returned to their attack, poking and jutting into your sides.

“Okay, okay, okay! I yield!” You cackled, the pitch to your voice fluctuating. To your pleas, Howdy paused.

“Have you learned?” He eyed you warily.

“Yes,” you panted out with a grin. “Yes, I have learned.”

“Well, I think you owe me an apology,” he said, “some compensation, you know?” He smiled innocently, earning a roll of your eyes. His hands had found your waist, the two that had trapped your hands trailing to rest on your sides.

“Yeah, yeah. Close your eyes, there, big guy,” you played along, a hand cupping his face. Once his eyes were closed, though, you made your move.

Your free hand snuck to the stove top, snatching up a treat.

“Mm,” you hummed in delight as you took a bite,

“Why, you deceiving little–”

“Have a taste!” you grinned, pulling him in for the smooch you knew he desired. It took him by surprise, but he was not opposed.

When you pulled away, you snickered softly at the shock on his features.

“We did pretty good, right?” You flashed an innocent smile, taking another bite.

“I’ll forgive you this time,” he grumbled, cheeks pink and a playful glare on his face. “But you’re a little scoundrel sometimes, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.”

howdy!! I hope you liked this lil oneshot B) this is just something to fill in some space so I can hopefully have some more time to try to get ahead again on wally stuff. I was going to scrap this fic, its been in my docs for like a week and a half or two, n I'm not the biggest fan, but maybe I've looked at it for too long. I'm not sure if I'll write for howdy again, this may be all I've got in me for him, but I hope you enjoyed it B) here is a link to my silly lil wally fics in their recommended order if you would like :) these can also be found on my ao3 B) I also have a ko-fi if you'd like to support me!

likes and reblogs are extremely appreciated!! DOPAMINE!!! RAGGGHHH!!

Posted Thursday, May 4, 2023, at 12:06 PM

#howdy pillar x reader #howdy x reader #howdy pillar #welcome home x reader #welcome home #auugghh I dont like this fic anymore but my friend wanted me to post it plus why not ig lol #i trust my friend gaghahah #i work the next five days auugghgshjnm #im so sleepy

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mango-jpeg · 10 months

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anticipation, then flesh notes

i made a full outline for this fic and remembered to preserve a copy, so that's tacked on at the end

worked on this for about two weeks (~19th to ~1st)

not totally sure why this pairing occurred to me rn but 1) needed a break from pwp 2) enjoyed the peaceful tone of Baizhu’s character stories

also, embarrassing to notice, but ever since i started writing fic i write something sappy about getting/being married around my birthday... whatever could it mean.......

i’ve always been into this pairing but wanted to wait to know more about Baizhu before writing.. just didn’t think it would take years for him to become playable lol..

wanted to write something funny and short so landed on the old engagement plot. almost immediately wrote the widower line and had to walk that back lmao

wrote the coal miner bit bc i had the thought that i needed a bit more background on the relationship. i liked it but had to work hard to find a way to fit it in

now whenever i write these asides i think You're Doing It Again.. addicted to narrative breaks.....

title from a short history of the apple, not for any particular reason. previous title didn't quite work, and i thought something to do with apples would be better

reading

I Was Told There'd Be Cake, and Cult Classic, both by Sloan Crosley

some persona 5 pwps

this is the first (and only) outline i made, what i'd call the first 'draft' (since i don't really do drafts). the starting point of a fic usually looks something like this - then i write over it as i go. almost 100% of the time i start with dialogue

full outline:

and there you go again, stopping just as things are heating up. huh— wh— while i am fully aware there are no adverse physical effects of— what’s that quaint term the youth use?— being blue balled, as it were. But i didn’t take you to be such a tease Gui. Gui is so, so red. Dr.— I, i mean— just what does a man have to do to get his cock sucked around here? gui flusters. then: you’re going to laugh at me. i promise to do my best to keep my amusement private, gui. i always… i [wanted to wait until after marriage] … oh. baizhu says. that’s not funny at all, turns out.

there are two reasons why people get married. and they are? taxes and children, baizhu answers promptly, since we cannot have children it hardly seems relevant

besides, you’re already entitled to half my wealth in my will, so-- excuse me? didn’t i tell you? no? well, half my property and assets go directly to you. He takes a second look at Gui’s expression and feels compelled to add, if that doesn’t seem like enough i could try to increase it, only, i want to leave enough to ensure Qiqi— gui grabs him by the shoulders. i’m the primary beneficiary in your will? of course you are. Baizhu has never known Gui to be prone to dramatics, but perhaps he was just saving it up for this moment. Gui buries both hands in his hair and makes an anguished sound as he turns away, yanking at his hair.

there’s another reason, gui says. what’s that? another reason people get married. his expression is set. baizhu looks away. oh, that. i don’t put much stock in sentiment. a long pause, then Gui puts his face next to Baizhu’s and whispers right into his ear; Liar.

gui out delivering medicine to old folks goes upstairs to “talk to” old lady neighbour she swears is being loud (no one lives there) talks to door about his problems

back at pharmacy Chengsheng gives Baizhu a hard time ch - fine. since you’re going to be morbid about it baizhu - to marry is to make Gui a widower ch - yes and?? don’t you see if you leave things as they are there will be no word for what you were to him except employer? that no one will understand his mourning? there is no easy way to grieve but you could at least give him the dignity of acknowledging what you mean to him. baizhu- … baizhu - also i will find the secret to immortality ch - yes, yes. that too

gui doesn’t return to pharmacy baizhu goes out looking for him after dinner - he’s not at home with his family. they try to invite him in for tea but he demurs wanders around - it’s foggy / a light rain

in the morning baizhu feels a little fuzzy but gui is back acting normal / professional (gui went to funeral parlour to get his will drawn up)

baizhu is beginning to come down with a cold. don’t— you’ll catch it. baizhu, gui says, solemnly, i am going to suck your cock. i will do it as long as it takes to learn what you like best. ah. this is called compromise, and it means you’re going to have to be okay with maybe giving me your cold.

props baizhu up on some pillows so he can breathe well. makes him hold onto the bars of the headboard.

baizhu grabs Gui’s hair at one point and he stops. Hands on the bars. Gui— Gui looks up at him. His face is red all the way to his hairline, his mouth swollen and wet. the twist of his lips is nervous, but his gaze set. Baizhu’s cock jumps in his hand. Hands on the bars, please. Baizhu does as he’s told.

#writing journal

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imaginedisish · 2 years

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Heaven or Canto Bight (Din Djarin/Mando x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Hellloooo everyone!!! Here’s the *smut* I promised...I hope y'all like it. This is my first time writing smut in a very, very long time, so please bare with me lol. With that being said, it’s extremely dirty so THIS IS 18+. I’d figure it’s worth mentioning that this fic is (obviously) inspired by Heaven or Las Vegas by The Cocteau Twins. However, the song in the *spoiler* club scene is Deceptacon by Le Tigre (but specifically the DFA Tim Goldsworthy + James Murphy remix). Also, I recognize the lack of canon continuity in this fic!! I mention Grogu but he doesn't appear, and I imply that the Razor Crest still exists. Lazy writing...I know. But I unfortunately am a very lazy person. Also, I think there may be some minor/implied BOBF spoilers, so beware. Anyway, enjoy! Requests are open!

Summary: Boba sends you and Din on a mission to Canto Bight, and things don’t exactly go as planned...as always.

Warnings: SMUT. SOOOO MUCH SMUT. THIS IS 18+ PLEASE!!! Some kinda sorta Dom!Din. He’s def a top in this one. Cursing, brief (super super tiny) implied sexual harassment, some descriptions of violence and death, angst, and once again SOOO much smut. Also, maybe some missed grammatically errors.

Word Count: 4,014

“So when we get there, can we-,”

“No.” The familiar modulated voice cuts you off immediately. Din doesn’t flinch. He keeps his eyes on the expansive collection of stars and planets extending around you. You look over to him, a smirk tugging on your lips. You can’t see it, but you’re almost certain he’s smiling underneath that helmet. You giggle a bit to yourself at the thought. You enjoyed irritating him. You enjoyed chipping away at his intense, metallic facade. By the look of Grogu, you knew he was a softy on the inside…somewhere. You intended to find it on this mission and permanently keep it out of hiding.

You were headed to Canto Bight, the party capital of the entire galaxy. Of course, you weren’t going there to gamble or cantina hop. Boba Fett was sending you and Din to take down one of the local crime lords, Rego Jakal.

“He’s killing bounty hunters,” Boba’s voice bounced off the walls of the room. “Any civilian that doesn’t pay him tribute…” He paused, “Dies. And if it’s not enough to appease Jakal, he kills them anyway.”

“What’s this got to do with me and the girl?” Din asked. You liked that he had included you. He wasn’t just thinking about himself. You were his partner after all. You tried not to get too wrapped up in the semantics of his word choice, but it was no use. You cling on to every semblance of care he shows to you. It’s idiotic, but at least you recognized that.

“He knows who you are, who we are,” Boba answers, bringing you back to reality. “He’s threatened my power,” He pauses dramatically once again, “And your lives. Specifically the girl’s.”

Now you’re definitely paying attention. You swallow harshly, quickly realizing the seriousness of the situation. You turn towards Din and watch as his hands grip tightly into fists. He catches your glance and releases his hands.

“Why her?” Din’s voice is harsh, much harsher than normal.

“She killed his smuggling, stealing son on your last mission on Kessel,” Boba stated rather matter of factly.

Din immediately turns to face you. “You did what?” He hates when you cause trouble where trouble isn’t necessary. You somehow did it on every single mission.

Your eyes frantically search for something to stare at that isn’t Din’s visor. “I had to this time, you don’t understand.”

Before Din can make another complaint, Boba begins again. “It doesn’t matter. You’re going, and you’re going to bring him back dead or alive, understood?”

And with that, you were off to Canto Bight.

Din still seemed angry at you, which upset you greatly. It seemed like things were finally starting to fall into place with you and him. He had told you his name one night a few months ago, when you were freezing together in the bunker of the Razor Crest. He held you tightly to his chest, and finally said the words you had been waiting to hear since you met him. It felt like a big moment, but none of that mattered now.

“I had to kill him, you know,” You say, glancing over at Din. Din doesn’t move.

“And why is that?” He asks. You’re not sure why he’s so pissed.

You take a deep breath. You know Din isn’t going to be happy about what you’re about to say. You’re not particularly jazzed about it either. It wasn’t an easy thing to talk about. “Well he was coming towards me, and and he said he was going to,” You pause, feeling the stinging of salt tearing around the corners of your eyes.

“Going to what, (Y/N)?” Din swivels around to face you, concern heavy in his voice. His annoyance is completely gone.

“He said he was going to make me watch him torture you, kill you, and then leave me for dead.” You take a deep breath, trying your best to evade his gaze. “I was cornered. I was out of options Din. I did want I had to do. Don’t you get that?” You’re practically shouting now. You don’t quite understand the anger that’s come over you.

His head falls into his hand, and he inhales roughly. His breathing is shallow, shocked even. “I’m sorry, cyar’ika.”

A tear falls down your cheek and you immediately wipe it away. You want to reach out and grab Din. You want him to pull you into his chest, make whatever you’re feeling go away. But a sudden beeping from the navigation system rings out loudly, bouncing off of the metallic walls of the ship. There was no time for feelings, not for bounty hunters.

“Time to land,” Din says, switching around some controls. His voice is much harder now. “We’ll get this guy. Don’t worry.”

You had never been so worried in your entire life.

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You knew the truth about Canto Bight. You knew about the exploitation, the crime, the inequality, but you didn’t know how beautiful it was. No one told you about the white sands, or the gorgeous domed buildings, or rippling ocean tides. It was a shame a place like this could be so terrible. The way the lights from the buildings danced upon the waters felt like some indescribable heaven. It was a paradise.

Music boomed from the main casino and clubs and cantinas. It melded cacophonously in your ears. You and Din walked into the foyer of the hotel Boba had organized for you two to stay at. He said your cover would be a married couple. You didn’t entirely understand how a Mandalorian and an ex-Jedi could actually ever get married, but it worked.

And of course you secretly enjoyed the fact that it meant you’d have to be close to Din.

“We have you down for one room, a balcony suite,” The concierge says, looking up at Din.

Din shakes his head, “One r-,” You cut him off with a quick kick to his boot, trying to silently remind him of your cover. “Right, one room.”

The concierge smiles, tilting his head to the side. “It’s a romantic suite, too. Great view! Probably the best one we have.”

You can’t help but smile. It was funny that you ended up in this position, pretending to be Din’s wife, going on vacation with each other. It seemed so domestic, so warm, so soft. It was the total opposite of the life you were really leading. It was nice to play pretend, nicer than Din or even you were willing to admit. As much as you knew that you were starting to feel for Din, you still tried your best to bottle it up and throw it away. Relationships weren’t exactly easy in your line of work. Nothing was, if you were being brutally honest.

The next thing you know, Din is grabbing your upper arm, leading the way to the elevators. You must’ve missed the concierge giving him the keycard to your room. He presses the button impatiently, almost as if he was expecting the elevator to just magically open when you arrived at it. He seems anxious. You reach up to his hand that’s still clasping your bicep. You peel his protective fingers off, placing his hand in yours instead.

“Gotta make things look more believable, right?” You whisper, barely audible. Din nods in response, his rigidness slowly fading away.

He squeezes your hand tightly, completely catching you off guard. “Thanks,” He mumbles. Before you can respond, the elevator bell dings and the doors glide open. Din keeps your hand in his as he presses the button for the floor you’re on.

You watch as the elevator zooms up. The walls are made of glass, allowing you to see the entire place. It really was a romantic hotel. The massive, metallic, abstract chandelier in the center of the lobby illuminated the entire place. Each floor, aside from separate corridors, was visible from the very bottom of the lobby. The ceiling was glass and perfectly domed. You were once again shocked by how some place so bad could be so beautiful.

Din lets go of your hand as he uses the keycard to unlock the suite. The loss of contact makes your hand feel empty and light, but the beauty of the room immediately distracts you. The concierge didn’t do the view justice. The ocean was practically in your room. You head to the balcony and watch as the moon dances along the rushing current. You inhale deeply, the smell of salt filling your lungs.

Suddenly, Din is at your side. You didn’t even hear him coming. “It’s beautiful,” You say to him, looking up at his visor. He tilts his head down towards you, but doesn’t say anything. He just looks at you. It’s as though he has something to say, but he doesn’t know how to say it. He breaks away from the glance and looks over at the clock on the other side of the room.

“We should head down to the nightclub. Boba said we could find Jakal there,” Din says, walking back inside. You follow behind him, stopping at your suitcase. You open it up and grab an outfit.

“I’ll get changed and we can head down,” You say back, heading into the bathroom.

After a few minutes of fidgeting with fabric, you walk out. It’s not the safest outfit, but it’s an excellent cover. Your midriff is entirely exposed. Your arms and legs are wrapped in layers of sheer, black silk. There’s not much under the silk aside from your thin top and shorts. You needed to look the part of a young couple on vacation. You needed to blend in if Din couldn’t.

Din glances in your direction and looks away before whipping his neck around to see you again.

A double take.

“M-maker,” he stutters through his helmet. You can’t decipher the tone of his voice. Self consciousness overtakes you. He must hate it, You think to yourself. It must be too much.

You take a step back towards the bathroom. “If it’s too much, I can change b-,”

“No,” Din says firmly. “You look beautiful, cyar’ika.”

Heat rises to your cheeks as the words fall from his lips. A chill runs down your spine. Beautiful. He thinks you’re beautiful.

“We should go now,” He says, his voice lower than normal. He seems to be trying to control himself after his compliment. He extends his arm out to you and you take it.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

The club is booming with noise. The bass is shaking the floor. At this point, you’re absolutely shocked that the entire city hasn’t crashed underground yet. You’re certainly not the party type given your demanding line of work, but the music is just so good. You try to yank on Din’s arm to get him to walk out on the dance floor with you, but he pulls against your grasp. You whip your head around to face him.

“Come on, one dance,” You beg, still yanking on his arm.

He shakes his head, still resisting your pull. “You go. I’ll keep an eye on you and check the place out.”

You scoff. “I can handle myself. It’s just one dance.” And just like that, you melt away into the crowd.

The music bangs against your skull, but there’s something about it that itches your brain just the right way. You brush past sweaty bodies pulsing to the music, trying to find an open spot. After a few seconds, you decide to stop in your place and enjoy the music.

Who took the bomp? Echoed in the tightly compacted room.

You catch Din’s stare out of the corner of your eye as your hips sway from side to side. “I love this song!” You try shouting to him over the music. “Come join me!” He simply shakes his head back and forth. You roll your eyes and continue dancing.

Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp?

Who took the Ram from the Ramalamadingdong?

Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp?

Who took the Ram from the Ramalamadingdong?

You close your eyes and let yourself go. You’re enjoying the beat too much to realize the guy inching up closer and closer behind you. You feel a set of hips brush against your lower thigh. “Back up, dude,” You shout, clearly annoyed. He doesn’t flinch. Before you have the chance to whip your head around and properly scream in his face, you feel yourself being practically dragged across the dance floor by a pair of familiar gloved hands.

You’re magically transported to the other side of the club. Din turns you around so that your back is against his chest. “Looks like you’re getting what you wanted. No more dancing alone for you,” He says, his hands falling down to rest on your hips.

“I had that under control,” You say callously. “You don’t need to babysit me.”

Din squeezes your hips and pulls you closer to him. “Safer this way,” He says, his modulated voice overtaking your senses. It shouldn’t, but his words bring a pulsing heat to your core. You try to ignore the feeling by dancing again, but your hips are swaying against Din’s crotch. There’s literally no escaping this now.

“Thanks,” You solemnly say, realizing he was only trying to help. He doesn’t respond. You’re sure he’s smirking underneath his helmet, and that only turns you on more.

You continue dancing on him. You figure he really just wants to cement the idea that you two are a couple. Blowing your cover would not only compromise the mission, but each other’s safety. Still, you swear you could feel a sudden twitch or two, maybe even something hard, when your hips rubbed across the right place, even under all that beskar. You like that you’re teasing him, you like that you can tell you’re getting him all worked up. He grips your hips tighter, and you could swear he’s pushing your ass closer to him.

Much to your dismay, the song ends, and suddenly Din is pulling you off the floor and towards the bar. “Oh come on, that’s all you got?” You tease. But Din doesn’t answer, he keeps walking, except now towards the refreshers.

Wait a minute.

The refreshers?

“Is everything okay?” You ask, but he doesn’t respond. He forcefully pushes the door open, his hand still gripping your arm. He bends down, checking if there’s anyone in the stalls. You assume there’s no one here with you as he turns back towards the door to lock it.

“Din, what’s going on?” You question, a slight tremble present in your voice. He finally turns around to face you. You’re so close to each other that you can smell him. The scent of musk, mint and citrus fills your senses. You wanted to smell that all the time.

He clears his throat, the noise echoing through his modulator. You can tell he’s nervous, but you’re not sure why. “I can’t do this anymore,” He says. Your heart stings in your chest as your mind goes to the worst place possible.

“Do what, anymore, Din?” You ask, stepping towards him.

He steps closer, practically closing the gap between you. “I can’t watch scumbag crime lords and everyday assholes make passes at you,” He starts. “I pretend like I don’t care about you, like I don’t want you all to myself,” He says, his gloved hands reaching up to your cheek, brushing softly against your skin. “I’m sick of pretending I don’t want you every second of every day,” He pauses.

“And I want you right now.”

Suddenly the space between you is gone, and you’re grabbing tightly onto Din’s shoulders as he picks you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He practically throws your back against the wall, your legs still wrapped around him, his hands firmly grabbing your ass. You want his helmet off. You want to kiss him. You want him to kiss you. But you know he can’t. You force your lips into the space on his neck between his cowl and his helmet, pressing rushed, wet kisses against his warm skin.

Your core is aching for him. You don’t know how much longer you can wait. You move your hand down towards his crotch, rubbing against his erection. “Sh-shit,” He mumbles as a chill runs down your spine.

“I want you Din, please,” You beg as Din readjusts his hold on you. Your back is lifted off of the wall as Din walks over to the sink, placing you down on the cold metal basin. “Touch me,” You beg again.

His breath hitches from inside the helmet. “Tell me where you want me, cyar’ika. Use your words.” You swallow harshly, trembling under his touch.

“Wherever you want,” You whisper, barely able to form a sentence. “Use me.”

Din peels his gloves off of his fingers, immediately using them to rip away the sheer fabric of your top. The fabric falls to bits and pieces and scatters across the floor of the refresher. His hands move to your back, unclasping your bra in one swift movement. He pulls it off, finally having access to your chest. He squeezes tightly, and you moan in response. The pads of his thumbs move to your nipples, drawing light circles. You can feel your wetness pooling below you.

He removes a hand from your chest and allows it to slowly move down the side of your body. He traces his fingers along the outline of your waist, taking his time, teasing you. You needed him so unbelievably badly. He stops at the hem of your shorts, tugging on them ever so softly. It only made you want him more. Not want. Need.

“Din,” You murmur, “Keep going. Don’t stop.” Your voice is so soft, so helpless. He listens, hooking his fingers around your waist band, easily pulling them down your legs with one quick swipe. He brings two fingers down to your core, exploring around, feeling your slick.

“Maker, you’re so wet for me,” He says, spreading your wetness up and down your folds. You shudder underneath his touch as he finally settles two fingers on your clit, drawing slow circles around the bundle of nerves. “You like that, don’t you mesh’la?” You can’t speak, you can only nod your head and hum some sort of positive sound. He clearly understands it as a yes, and he quickens his pace.

You whine in response to his every touch. You were already so close. “M-more,” You stutter as he continues to press into your core. It wasn’t enough. You wanted him inside of you. You wanted him to destroy you.

Suddenly, he removes his fingers from your heat, causing a groan to escape your lips. He brings his fingers back down to you, teasing you as his slides two fingers up and down your folds. You glare into his visor as your breath stumbles around, unable to stabilize.

Without warning, he pushes the two fingers into you, his thumb attaching to your clit, rubbing quick circles. You feel so full as he pumps in and out of you. You mumble incoherent curses as he quickens his pace. You feel yourself inching closer and closer to your climax.

“You’re so tight for me,” He says, his voice cool, yet somehow heavy. “Is that what you wanted, sweet girl, my fingers?” You let his words float around and replay in your head, pushing you towards the edge.

Your walls grip his fingers. “Yes,” You respond, “Din, please don’t stop. I wanna come,” You say, tripping on your words. He speeds up, pushing into you harder and faster. You’re putty in his hands.

“Then come,” It’s not a request. It’s not an option. “Now.”

It’s a demand.

Your walls tighten and flutter around his fingers. You shut your eyes, bracing yourself for impact. “Look at me, cyar’ika. I wanna watch you come around me,” He practically snarls. You force open your eyes and stare into the visor as wave after wave of pleasure strikes against your core. You come undone around him, the feeling absolutely uncontrollable. You know there’s a cocky grin underneath that helmet.

You ride out your high as his fingers push in and out of you a few more times, slower now. He finally pulls himself out of your heat, somehow leaving you wanting more of him. You didn’t want it to be over yet.

“I want you inside of me, Din,” you whimper. You reach towards his erection, dragging your fingers against it slowly. A groan escapes his lips as you bring your hands towards his utility belt, unclasping the buckle. He forcefully grabs your wrists in response and pushes your hands above your head. Your back hits the mirror behind you, your ass hanging off the edge of the sink.

Din slides the lower half of his armor off. Your eyes widen at the sight of his throbbing cock. Your walls flutter in anticipation. He walks towards you, slowly jerking himself off. His tip touches your entrance before rubbing up and down your slit. You hear Din’s breath hitch in his throat before he shoves himself into you.

He gasps as your walls squeeze around him. “Y-you feel so perfect around me, sweet girl,” He mutters in you ear as he slides himself out of you only to push his length all the way back in again. “So tight for me,” He says, setting a fast, rhythmic, hard pace.

He brings one hand to your clit and the other to your breasts, toying with the nubs as he destroys you. Din mumbles a set of incoherent curses and praises.

“So good taking my cock just like that,” He huffs, ramming into you. He’s driving you mad. You’re practically seeing stars. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, too long.” His words drive you closer to your climax. “I want you like this all the time.”

All the time. Not just this time.

He’s hitting the exact spot you need him in over and over again. His name slides off your lips and hangs in the air like a hymn. He feels so good inside of you, stretching you out.

You can feel his pace getting sloppy as his thumb quickens around your clit. He was close, and so were you. The indescribable fire growing in your stomach was about to explode.

“Sh-shit, you’re doing so good for me,” He stutters, breathing heavily.

You whine at the sound of his words, your hands moving down from above your head and onto his shoulders, gripping for support. “Fill me up Din,” You mewl. “Please come inside me.”

His cock twitches at the sound of your words, the movement sending you over the edge as your stomach engulfs in flames. “Fuck,” He growls as he finishes, pumping in and out of you slowly before stopping completely. He keeps himself inside of you, his cold chest pressing against your exposed breasts tightly, his arms keeping you pressed to him from along your back. You stay like that for a few minutes, coming down from whatever had just happened.

“You’re so perfect,” Din whispers, his voice sounding more soft than it normally does. You smile in response, feeling more than satisfied.

Suddenly, the handle of the refresher door jiggles. Shit, You think to yourself. You and Din are pulled back to reality. He slips out of you, leaving you empty. You groan in annoyance.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl,” He says, grabbing his pants and armor. “This won’t be the last time. We’ll finish this later.”

Not the last time. And later…

There’s a later.

You don’t care about whoever is on the other side of the door. You don’t care about the mission. None of that matters anymore. Honestly, it never did. All you care about is Din, and what he’s going to do about you next.

Was this heaven, or was it just Canto Bight?

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—pour up. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader x taehyung

⟶ genre: fuckboy!jungkook / fuckboy!taehyung + smut

⟶ words: 14,048 (idk how it’s literally just smut)

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: sleeping with both notorious frat boys kim taehyung and jeon jungkook doesn’t sound so bad ━ especially when you’re drunk and faded.

⟶ warnings: mentions of drug/alcohol use, essentially pwp lol, threesome, double penetration, voyeurism, messy rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dry humping, manhandling, doggy style, riding (sort of?), fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), face riding, face fucking, deepthroating, breast play, slight begging (mostly oc making jungkook beg hehe), brief name calling, dirty talking, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ note: this is a repost of a fic from my old blog! also shout out to miss jlin @bratkook for being the sweetest and for liking this trashy fic of mine, and a happy early birthday present to @onherwings miss juno, the resident taekook lover!! 💛

also the accompanying song to this fic is pour up by dean!

There were times when you were sober where you were persistent about never being in a five foot radius of a frat boy, much less strip yourself of your dignity long enough to sleep with one.

Your appalling disgust and immense irritation of the male species that were frat boys kept you well in tune to your rule ━ until you’re far past the point of drunk and faded. Only then, when your bloodstream is laced with alcohol and your mind is nothing but a hazy cloud of smoke, you shrink into a shameless hypocrite and favour the appeal of a simple hook up. But you have needs too; it isn’t entirely your fault. Kim Taehyung offers you exactly that, with the promise to then act as if nothing happens the very next day so that the two of you can revert to despising one another out in public.

You act as if no one knows about your flings with ultimate frat boy Taehyung almost every weekend, as if they’re just as oblivious as you, but damn near the whole school knows and most certainly the rest of the boys in Beta Tau Sigma, or as Taehyung puts it, his brothers. It’s a useless cycle of bicker, avoid, drink, sex, and repeat, ever since you joined the school as a freshman and the sophomore boy took an interest in you. He’s charming in all the right ways and good looking but his smooth appeal was almost too good to be true and, past his “kind” smiles, you could make him out to be arrogant, vain, and cocky. Maybe you would have given him an actual chance had it not been for his snarkiness but all your brain could truly handle was his dick for a few hours a week.

Unsurprisingly, you always end up crashing at Beta Tau Sigma after one of their raging parties that results in your hook ups with Taehyung; surprisingly, Taehyung is miraculously into pillow talk post-sex and so he doesn’t entirely mind if you stay the night. But, by morning, when the alcohol has all but turned into a terrible hangover, he can hardly care less if you stay or not.

Usually, you wake up on your own, courtesy of past sober you setting an alarm on your phone to make sure you wake up earlier than all the other walkers of shame and anyone else in Beta Tau Sigma. Ideally, it was to help guarantee that no one would ever see you or judge you for stooping low enough to sleep with a fuckboy but you don’t know how well that’s working out for you anymore, if you’re being honest.

That’s why, early one fateful Sunday morning after a night of fun with Taehyung, you awaken with a start to the shrill Marimba tone that rips through the silence of the room and causes you to literally jump out of bed and crash onto the floor. You groan at the sharp pain that shoots up your spine and accompanies your groggy mind as your eyes flicker open only to be greeted with a blinding light that is the sun as it filters through the shut curtains. Littered on the ground are clothes, your clothes, beer bottles, red solo cups, discarded bed sheets, a singular condom wrapper (you thank your past selves for at least being sober enough to remember to use one), and your cell phone.

“Turn that shit off, for fuck sakes,” he grovels.

His hangover, and the early morning, makes his already deep voice even rougher, huskier, and you blame your disoriented mind for thinking he sounds even remotely sexy. He doesn’t bother to lift his head from his pillow or to find where you are in the room, the messy longer-than-usual curls of his hair flopping into his lashes as he flips onto his back. Other bodily remnants remain from the night before, from the mellowing ache between your legs left in the wake of his dick sufficiently railing you to the bite marks on his neck that you had so graciously bestowed him.

Now, you roll your eyes at him instead but dive for your phone nearby and tap the snooze button before it wakes the entire house and rouses the army of fuckboys from the dead.

“Good morning to you too,” You remark. “Is that better, princess?”

“Much.”

You push yourself to your feet and stretch, the stiff joints in your body popping and cracking, before searching for your clothes. You’re certain Taehyung has fallen back asleep as you dig around through the clutter to find your belongings but what else is new? It’s a routine the two of you have come to know well, and one that neither of you mind. You spot some sort of lacy material hidden underneath a few of Taehyung’s dirty laundry laying on the floor and reach for it thinking it’s yours. You’re only mildly disturbed to find that it isn’t yours at all ━ though you’re more concerned about the hygienic purposes of touching some other girl’s thong than you are about the blatant fact Taehyung sleeps with more girls than just you (a fact you swear you could care less for).

“Jesus Christ, your room is a disaster,” You scoff now.

“You could clean it,” Taehyung suggests sluggishly. Now, he’s awake, pretty and hooded eyes fluttering open to find you nearby. He props his hand behind his head to lift his gaze a little higher.

You snort, tossing the underwear away. “You never cease to━”

“Amaze you?”

“Repel me more than when I see the collection of thongs you have hidden in your room,” You correct. Fortunately, you spot your own underwear nearby and scoop it up, quickly slipping into them.

“Aw, baby, is that a bit of jealousy I hear?” Taehyung asks. He runs a hand through his dishevelled dark locks and shoots you a drowsy smirk. “You know you’re my one and only. I can always count on you when I want good head.”

“Please, flatter me some more, Tae,” You quip dryly.

As you hastily slide into your stiff shirt and jeans next and turn to face him, combing your fingers through your hair, Taehyung seems to take your words to heart and tries again. “You look like shit.”

You feign a voluntarily loud and overly dramatic moan. “Ugh, you really do know how to treat a girl━” Your cut off by a shameless snort from Taehyung before you continue on, “You know, you don’t exactly look the hottest right now either.”

“I beg to differ,” he replies nonchalantly. Technically, he isn’t lying, but you refuse to feed his ego any more.

“As if.”

“Funny,” he hums. “Could’ve sworn last night you were calling me hot when you were begging for my dick.”

You don’t bother to reply. Instead, you shake your head as you rub your tired face, uttering, “I need a coffee.”

“You could stay,” he offers. “I can make you one.”

“You don’t even know how to boil water,” You retort. “But thanks for the gesture. Try not to throw up on yourself today, okay?”

Taehyung mumbles something in response but then he’s already flipping over onto his side to fall back asleep again. You grab your bag from the floor and slip into your shoes before tiptoeing out of the room.

The Beta house is just as much a disaster as Taehyung’s room is and you find yourself stepping over more bottles, cups, empty pizza boxes, and hungover passed out people with phallic images doodled on their faces. The sun filters into the ever grand mansion and only illuminates the chaos the frat boys put it through. Everyone is thankfully still asleep as you head downstairs but, as you sneak past the kitchen, you notice two figures rummaging about, boisterous unabashed laughter filling the house that somehow hasn’t woken the others yet.

Jeon Jungkook stands before you with Park Jimin, both fellow Beta brothers, though Jungkook is in the same year as you. They, like most other Beta boys (and especially Taehyung), are well known on campus but Jungkook is perhaps even worse than Taehyung. Now, he’s adorned in only low hanging gray sweatpants that show off the ripples of his toned chest and the happy trail that threatens for your eyes to follow it. He holds a bowl of cereal close to him with the same arm decorated on every inch with tattoos, a snapback pushing his messy hair up and away from his forehead. The best part (and you mean that not at all) ━ or the worst ━ is the fact that he stands on a hoverboard, as if walking is too much for him to handle at nine in the morning. Jimin isn’t far off wearing the same attire, only his look is paired with the fuckboy-essential-starter-pack of socks and Adidas slides, and he’s at least actually using his legs to walk.

“Morning,” Jungkook smirks. “Time for the walk of shame?”

You have to retain a sigh. “I’m surprised you’re up, Jeon. I was sure you were gone past the point of saving last night.”

“A couple of shots do nothing for me,” Jungkook replies, shovelling a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. “I was pretty much sober.”

At this, you sit back on your heels and look him once over skeptically. “You kept trying to hook up with me, called your dick Jungcock, threw up in one of the vases, and then passed out in the bathtub. I wouldn’t have exactly called you sober.”

The smirk remains on Jungkook’s face. If anything, he seems more so amused and it pisses you off. Jimin bursts into a fit of laughter and shakes his head.

“Always a pleasure seeing you, Y/N,” he greets. “Hey, are you coming to the party going down at Lambdas house after exams? It’s pretty exclusive but you and your friends are all invited by courtesy of us.”

“Ugh, I can’t even think about going to another party right now. How do you Beta whores do it?” You grovel. “Besides, why would we come if we know you’re going to be there?”

“‘Cause Tae’s going and you’re probably gonna wanna suck his dick,” Jungkook suggests snidely.

“I was gonna say the free booze,” Jimin offers instead. “Man, you know the Lambdas. They’re all rich pretentious sons of country club owners. They hardly throw parties but, when they do, you know it’s going to be wild. I wouldn’t miss it if I were you.”

“Well,” You say, “thanks for the invitation but we’ll see. Maybe if we have a pre-game where I can get drunk enough to handle your faces and the Lambda boys together.”

“I’ve always said you’re more fun when you’re drunk,” Jungkook hums pensively. Your eyes narrow into a glare and you’re fortunate Jimin is there to block your path from tackling Jungkook.

“Okay, whatever,” You grumble. “I’m out of here. I think if I stay here any longer, I’ll lose all my brain cells.”

Jimin chuckles but hardly seems bothered by your comment. He waves you off as he slips out of the kitchen to retreat into another room, leaving you alone with Jungkook.

“Can I get you anything before you go?” he asks. There’s a cheeky tone laced in his words that makes you blatantly aware he’s trying to suggest something more, like his dick.

“Absolutely not,” You wave him off. “See you around, Jungidiot.”

He grins and shoves another spoonful into his mouth. “Hey, maybe next Saturday you can think about blowing me instead of Tae, yeah?”

He’s met with you jamming your middle finger in his face and it only seems to entertain him further. As you march out of their home, slamming the door behind you, you have one discernable thought amongst your hangover and that is that you’ll definitely need to have that pre-game before you have the audacity to even see Jungkook, or any of the Beta boys for that matter, at the Lambdas.

That Saturday, you find yourself at the Lambdas house party.

So maybe you had sort of been lying when you said you weren’t so sure of going to it, but the thought was tempting enough and you aren’t one to pass up on a good party, especially when it’s after weeks of headaches and stressing over studying and exams.

Mid-terms come and go and when you finally finish writing your last paper, all you want to do is let loose and party and get dicked down by Taehyung. The Lambdas, despite their pretentious behaviour, looks to be very promising ━ but only after you down a few shots beforehand and have a beer while you’re getting ready. You’re not exactly as drunk or as tipsy as you would have prefered but it still gives you a nice enough buzz that makes you warm and lets the adrenaline pump in your veins and excites you even more for the party. The house you rent is off campus but it’s close to Beta’s and Taehyung offers to give you guys a lift to the Lambdas who are a fifteen minute walk away (but you know Taehyung will do anything to not walk anywhere his penny board can’t take him ━ and it’s not even Taehyung who is driving but his friend, Jin).

You can hear the party at Lambdas before you’re even there. The thump of bass coming from the house isn’t hard to miss, especially not with the way it seems to rattle the ground the closer you get. The house is crammed full to capacity and people have already begun to spill onto the lawn by the time you have arrived. A potent waft of alcohol and weed fill your senses and it is all you could really make out in the rambunctious party. You can hardly hear yourself think, let alone what others are saying to you. Yet, you still found a way to have fun almost instantly, drifting away from the guys to party with your friends.

Most of the night is a blur and a haze of confusion but you can remember drinking and drinking some more until you’re sufficiently smashed. You can’t quite recall where you had lost your friends, though you suspect it was after the intense game of beer pong you were suckered into in which you were certain there were no winners or losers as it was just an excuse to drink even more. It’s nearing 1 a.m. when you finally bump into a familiar face, pulling you back from the unruly party and the adrenaline rush coursing through your veins.

You’ve just slipped outside for some fresh air, perched on the front porch, when you notice Jimin is passed out on the lawn below. The other stragglers gathered outside barely take note of him but maybe that’s because he had chosen to faceplant in the shadows under the porch, tucked safely away from the rest of the party. Just before you can even think to walk over to him and make sure he’s still alive, the front door of the house swings wide open and a frenzied Taehyung bursts outside, shortly followed by an equally dumbfounded Jungkook.

“Where the fuck is he?” Taehyung hisses.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook sighs, disgruntled, “but leave it to him to run off and disappear.”

“Looking for someone?”

The two boys startle at your voice. They whirl around to find you taking a sip of the drink in your hand, as if only just noticing your presence. You hadn’t seen them since you parted ways a handful of hours ago in the party, though you’re fairly certain they’re just as smashed as you.

“Ah, babe!” Taehyung beams wolfishly. “What a pleasure seeing you out here. Uh, you wouldn’t happen to have seen where Jimin went, would you?”

You nod in the direction of the sleeping boy down below. “He’s there. He’s passed out cold, though. What the hell did you do to him?”

“Nothing,” Jungkook says. He grimaces as he hastily follows Taehyung down onto the lawn to stand near Jimin, and you in tow. “Jimin just likes to get out of hand. What should we do, Tae? We can’t just leave him here and Luna’s going to be pissed if she sees him like this.”

Taehyung stares down at Jimin miserably, thinking momentarily. “Well, Luna’s looking for him so we might as well drop him off at her dorm. He can deal with her when he’s sober.”

There’s a brief moment where you spot Jungkook seriously considering this though, as if leaving Jimin on the lawn of a frat house is a safer option than returning him to his girlfriend. Ultimately, he caves and you watch as Taehyung nudges Jimin awake (and by nudge, you mean he slaps the boy across the face) before pulling a very disoriented Jimin to his feet and slinging one of his arms over Taehyung’s neck.

“Fuck, he’s heavy,” Taehyung huffs. “Give me a hand, Jungkook.”

Jungkook nods, stepping forward to take Jimin’s other arm and hook it around his own neck. The two boys seem to be struggling carrying most of Jimin’s body weight, though they’re carrying mostly dead weight as Jimin continues to drift in and out of consciousness.

Before they can leave you offer to help though you don’t know what you can really do so you suspect your inebriated mind just wanted to go with them for the hell of it. Luna’s place isn’t far. It’s a ten minute walk from Lambda’s, but in that ten minutes, none of you talk about anything of real importance except for chuckle and laugh about things that happened at the party.

Eventually you make it to Luna’s, who answers the door angrily after you knock on it as if you’ve disrupted her slumber and frowns when she sees Jimin’s current state. At least she has the decency to thank the three of you. When she shuts the door behind her, the three of you turn to look at one another, almost clueless.

“So, what now?” Taehyung asks. “Head back to the party?”

The thought of making the ten minute walk back to the party in your drunken mind seems like an eternity. That, mixed with the way your feet scream in agony from the heels you’re wearing, you begin to pout and shake your head.

“I can’t walk anymore,” You whine, words drunkenly slurring together. “I’d be fine just sitting here.”

Jungkook’s nose scrunches as he looks at you once over. “How drunk are you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, how about we just go back to our place?” Taehyung asks. His arm slides around your waist then, tugging you close to his side. If one thing is for certain, the boy tends to get more handsy the more drunk he is, and you never seem to mind. “I’ve got a fresh bowl we can hit and we can drink there and just chill?”

You and Jungkook consider Taehyung’s offer fleetingly and, to you, it seems much more appealing.

“Sign me up,” You say. “The Lambdas were a bit too over the top for my liking. There’s only so much I can handle.”

Jungkook shrugs and nods in agreement. “Then I guess I’m going with you guys.”

The five minute walk to Beta is short and soon you’re inside the eerily empty house and climbing the steps to Taehyung’s room but not before the three of you raid their cabinets for any type of liquor. Eventually, you’re all lounging in Taehyung’s room, some type of music playing in the background as the three of you pass around a bottle of whisky and the bong Taehyung had promised he had, giggling at each other.

By 2 a.m., you are smashed and faded but blissfully so.

Taehyung and Jungkook are not too far off. It’s Taehyung who comes up with the idea to play strip poker, though with a twist. His version of the game includes: taking a shot anytime one of you loses a round along with either stripping an article of clothing or being allowed to pass it and get dared to do something else, though each person only has three passes.

Jungkook loses the first round, shedding only his jacket. Taehyung and you lose the second round; you decide to strip out of your own cardigan while Taehyung flicks off his hat. Jungkook and Taehyung lose the third round and both kick off their shoes. The game progresses slowly, with the three of you coming up with “clever” loopholes out of the rules, like stripping one sock one round and then another sock the next and all of you are too drunk to really protest. Eventually, the game winds up with Taehyung and Jungkook both in their pants and you still wearing both your shirt and jeans. Both the boys have used one of their passes and are still losing which, you will admit, boosts your confidence ever so slightly especially when you have such a nice view in front of you.

Both boys are toned, with certified gym rat Jungkook’s abs a bit more chiseled, and you know that sober you would cringe at how hard you seem to be drooling over them. Jungkook must notice because he shoots you a wink that has you squirming in your seat.

“Like what you see?” he asks.

“N-No,” You say shortly. “Shut up and go. It’s your turn.”

You end up losing that round, unfortunately, but you have no qualms with stripping out of your jeans and kicking them to the side. The next round, you lose again, except you decide to use one of your passes which has both boys groaning in defeat.

“Remember,” You coo, “play nice boys.”

The two exchange a look and you wait patiently, taking your shot of whisky in the meantime as Taehyung chides you on encouragingly with a cheeky, “Pour up, baby girl.”

You down the shot in one gulp, wincing as it burns down your throat, then chase it quickly with the drink you had stolen from their kitchen. A drowsy smirk tugs at Taehyung’s lips as he takes another rip from the bong, breathing out a cloud of smoke as he hums insouciantly, “I’ve got your dare.”

There’s a split moment where he makes eye contact with you and pushes his hair out of his eyes.

“Come here and kiss me.”

Had you been sober, you might have rolled your eyes at his simple yet assertive dare but, instead, you can’t help but snicker as you lean across to him from your seat on the floor and pull him down for a not so graceful kiss. His whisky coated tongue instantly collides with yours in an open mouthed frenzy that’s full of teeth clashing and wet sounds but it’s hot, too hot, even as Taehyung pulls you closer to him with his hand grasping at your chin. You instinctively react, teeth nipping at his lower lip as you suck hard, momentarily forgetting about Jungkook sitting in the room.

A moan emits from you as your fingers thread through his hair. Jungkook is left to watch but his eyes stay locked on your figure and the way you cave so easily to Taehyung, the way your mouth moves against his. He can’t seem to tear his eyes away from your position on your hands and knees, or the way you arch your back in an attempt to get closer to Taehyung, and he certainly can’t seem to look away from the tempting curve of your ass jutting in his direction. All Jungkook suddenly wants is for you to be kissing him the same way you’re kissing Taehyung.

You’re only interrupted when he finds the nerve to clear his throat after a few moments. “Nah, it’s alright, I’ll just sit here. Do you guys want me to leave?”

He’s being sarcastic, of course, and when you and Taehyung part to look at the boy, he’s scowling. The two of you chuckle lightly but don’t respond, though you remember the game you’re still playing. Taehyung kisses you one last time before you settle back onto the floor, a sheepish giggle bubbling in your chest. Taehyung loses the next round and he decides to strip down into his underwear though he hasn’t lost yet (the goal is nudity and neither of your drunk selves have enough dignity left to give up before then).

The round after that, you lose again. You decide, once more, to use another one of your passes and the two boys pause, thinking of a dare for you as you take a shot (which, you have realized, only get harder to take as time passes).

“I have one,” Taehyung says at long last.

“Bro,” Jungkook groans, “if you just wanna fuck, let me know. I’ll leave. I don’t think I can sit here and watch you dare her to suck your face again.”

Taehyung laughs and shakes his head. “Easy there. I was just gonna suggest that you━” he points at you before nodding toward Jungkook, “give him a lap dance.”

“A what?” Jungkook’s jaw drops open, his eyes widening. “M-Me?”

You glance up at Taehyung, quirking an eyebrow. “Him?”

Taehyung erupts into another fit of laughter but he’s the only one who finds the situation hilarious because you and Jungkook continue to sit there, dumbfounded. When Taehyung calms himself down, he wipes his eyes and shakes his head.

“Are you seriously telling me you haven’t been noticing?” he asks.

“Noticing what?”

“The way Jungkook keeps eye-fucking you,” Taehyung says simply.

Jungkook gaps. “The fuck? I haven’t.”

“Jungkook, you’re not exactly sly,” Taehyung says. “He’s been doing it the whole night, babe. It’s not the first time he’s done it, too. I just figured we could do him a little favour.”

Your turn to look up at Jungkook and purse your lips. He’s seated in Taehyung’s desk chair and has a frown painted on his face. It’s not like it comes as a surprise to you because he’s constantly trying to flirt with you even when you’re sober but his sudden flustered appearance puzzles you slightly. You’ll admit the idea is ludicrous, but Jungkook is undeniably hot, and grinding on his dick sounds more than wonderful to you in your current state. Either way, you stand to your feet.

“I’ll do it,” You say. “Why not?”

“Wh-What?” Jungkook yelps. “You will?”

“Yeah,” You flash him a pearly smirk. “What? Is confident Jungkookie finally shy?”

At the mention of the taunting nickname, he straightens up in his seat and scowls. “No. I’m just surprised you gave in so easily. You must really like me, huh?”

“Keep dreaming, Jeon,” You retort.

The music is still playing in the background as you slink towards Jungkook’s seated figure. Meanwhile, Taehyung is watching with an amused look on his face and sits back, clearly enjoying the view as he tells you that you have three minutes. As you approach Jungkook, he leans back in his seat and watches you with dark eyes. Jungkook’s eyes sweep over your figure, from the way you muse your hands through your messy hair, your tight tank top with one strap falling down your shoulder, your lacy and scantily clad underwear, and your smooth legs. He gulps at the sight and shifts in his seat.

As soon as you’re standing in front of him, you whirl around so that your back is to him and jutt your butt out just enough to catch his attention as you sway your hips to the music. Your hands ghost up your sides just faintly enough so that chills run down your spine and you lock eyes with Taehyung for a split second to see him grinning. You sit back on Jungkook’s lap and his breath hitches in his throat suddenly. He hates to admit how easily you’re driving him crazy and as soon as you are but he takes the time to enjoy the dance anyway, eyes staying trained on your ass as you grind against him in agonizingly slow circles and right against his dick nestled against his thigh. He can’t help it when a moan emits from him.

“Fucking hell,” he grunts, raking his hands through his hair. You snicker at his reaction, craning your neck to look behind at him.

“Enjoying yourself, Kookie?”

“N-No,” he rasps. This is a lie, of course. “Turn around.”

His command only humours you but you don’t disobey. You get up for a second to spin around and face him before climbing back onto his lap, swinging one leg over his. Before you drop your hips completely on him, you’re rocking them back and forth against the thin air, your hands snaking around his neck. His hands suddenly find purchase on your waist and he yanks you down onto him with a sudden neediness that surprises you, though you don’t complain. You continue to grind against his lap and you can’t help your greedy self when your hands reach out to run up and down his toned chest. He shivers at your slightest touch, his jaw clenched, but he keeps his gaze focused on your eyes, as if challenging you for more. Behind you, Taehyung is taking another hit from the bong and laughs lightly at Jungkook’s reactions.

“Let him touch you,” Taehyung says.

You expect Jungkook to listen to Taehyung and reach out to grab onto you but he hesitates, his hands remaining at your hips. So, instead, you take his hands in yours and begin pulling them up, sliding them along your midriff and up to your chest. You don’t even flinch as you let him cup your boobs over your clothes and you watch him slyly as he gulps.

“Is this the first time you’ve actually touched a girl, Jungkook?” You quip. “You’re gawking at my boobs like it is. Not gonna wet yourself, hm?”

“Fuck off,” he growls, though there’s no malice in his voice.

Instead, he focuses his attention on your breasts and the weight of them in his palm. They’re soft and supple and he squeezes them firmly, jiggles the flesh as he fondles at you blatantly. He hates to admit it but he feels as if he’s going to combust at any second, repressing the sudden urge to tear off your shirt and burrow his head in your chest, your boobs in his mouth. He doesn’t know whether the soft moan that slips from your parted pink lips is intentional to mess with him or because you had been getting carried away yourself. Either way, Jungkook’s certain it’s the hottest thing he’s heard in a while, the hottest thing he’s seen in a while, and he hates how his sudden erection forms, how embarrassing it must be. When you feel his hardened length start to poke at your thigh, you look down at him past your lashes and smirk.

“Are you hard already, Kookie?” You giggle.

Taehyung roars with laughter abruptly and the outburst only makes Jungkook redden.

“I━I━” he stammers helplessly.

You shake your head at him and then purposely press your hips a little more firmly against his, gripping at his shoulders now. You’re challenging him now too, and he doesn’t know what you have in mind but you’re wickedly set on making him cum in his pants before Taehyung stops you.

“Time’s up,” he says.

Jungkook almost groans out loud in frustration when you pull away and step off of his lap. He’s embarrassingly hard now but his drunk self doesn’t try very hard to hide it. Taehyung’s stare is settled on Jungkook as you walk back to your seat but, before you can even sit down, Taehyung is beckoning you over.

“Come here, babe,” he hums. You look at him curiously but move in his direction. “What do you say we help Jungkook with his problem, huh?”

“Help? How?” You question.

“Come sit,” Taehyung gestures to his thigh.

Jungkook watches with silent seething jealousy as you take a seat on Taehyung’s thigh and then he’s kissing you, pressing his lips against your neck. You react almost instantly, your head craning to allow him more access and your eyes clamp shut, your mouth hanging open in delight.

“Tae━” You mewl, tugging at his hair, as if to prompt him wordlessly about Jungkook’s presence. But when does it become too much? Every action seems to keep building and building, that you know where the night surely must be heading; that you crave it.

Taehyung’s tongue swirls at your neck, his lips sucking on the sensitive skin, before he peeks one eye open to look at Jungkook.

“Look at him,” Taehyung hums against you. “Look at how jealous he is right now. Look at how bad he wants to be me right now.”

You take a moment to register his words, your head spinning. You struggle to find Jungkook as Taehyung continues to ravish your neck. Jungkook’s stare is hard, his jaw clenched; his hands are balled into tight fists that let you see the bulging veins in his arms. Is he jealous? Angry?

Taehyung suddenly bites down onto your neck and you gasp in surprise, leaning against his chest. His nimble fingers find the hem of your shirt which he lifts and discards on the floor with ease. Next to come off is your bra. You don’t realize your torso is bare until a slight breeze hits your breasts and perks your nipples and Taehyung reaches up to cup the soft tissue in his large hands and Jungkook can’t look away because, fuck, touching you is all he really wants to do.

“Do you see him staring now?” Taehyung asks. “Do you see how desperate he is for you? Look at how bad he wants to touch you right now, baby girl. Will you let him?”

You’re still staring at Jungkook as Taehyung speaks and note how fast Jungkook’s demeanour has changed. He looks helpless, his erection more prominent in his straining jeans which he shamelessly palms at to feel some sort of relief.

“Better yet,” Taehyung hums, averting your attention back to him. He’s sliding one of his hands down your front and in between your legs, pushing your thighs apart. His digits come in contact with your clothed pussy and the sudden touch, light and feathery, makes you jump and gasp. You hadn’t been aware of how wet you had been until he touched you just then and the coil in your stomach only tightens with each passing second. “Will you let him play with you?”

It takes you a second to respond, though that isn’t because you’re struggling to decide. The thought entices you far more than you ever believed it could. Taehyung is suddenly rubbing his fingers against your clothed clit in so very slow circles that it suddenly has you tripping over your own thoughts. You’re biting hard onto your lower lip as you force yourself to nod hastily.

“Do you want him to?” Taehyung asks.

“Fuck, yes,” You whine. “Mmm, Tae━”

Taehyung shifts you in his lap so that your back is pressed against his chest, leaning all your weight against him. It’s hard to focus as one of his hands fondles one of your breasts while his other presses figure eights onto your clit. You’re on full display for Jungkook now, though his eyes fall to the wet spot that forms on your pretty little underwear as your arousal leaks from you.

“How badly do you want him to?” Taehyung asks.

“So badly,” You whimper.

This catches Jungkook’s attention and he leans forward in his seat. Taehyung smirks against you and then he’s moving, withdrawing his hand from between your thighs to hook around the waistband of your underwear. He gives it a quick tug and you fumble to lift your hips so he can pull the useless fabric down your legs. Once it pools at your feet, you kick it off to the side and then Taehyung’s hand returns between your thighs.

“Spread your legs,” he says.

You do as you’re told, pushing your thighs apart but then instinctively squeezing them shut when Taehyung continues to press his fingers against your clit. The sudden stimulation is too much for you and your face begins to heat up so Taehyung uses the chance to push your legs apart for you. He hitches one of your thighs over his own as if to anchor you in place and it works.

“Can you stay like that for me, baby?” Taehyung drawls. “Look at Jungkook for me.”

You nod, your throat dry as you lift your gaze to lock eyes once more with Jungkook. You find the boy gawking at your sex and you moan suddenly. His head snaps up to stare at you with a sudden blazing determination and lust in his eyes before they fall once more to your pussy, admiring the way it pulsates each time Taehyung swipes at your clit or tweaks at your nipples. But the best part? The best part is just how wet you are, your clear juices coating Taehyung’s fingers, spilling onto yours and Taehyung’s thighs with the passing seconds, and suddenly Jungkook is hungry for you. But what he doesn’t know is how you suddenly imagine Jungkook in Taehyung’s place, sat beneath you poised daintily on his lap, his fingers pressing against you.

You twist on top of Taehyung, your own hand reaching up to grasp at your other breast, pinching at the nipple tightly. A delighted moan fumbles from your lips. “Jungkook━ Fuck━”

“It’s nice, yeah?” Taehyung asks aloud to the other boy. “She’s pretty, hm?”

Jungkook nods eagerly and then groans. “She’s dripping. Fuck, it’s so hot.”

Your face burns at his words but you don’t have enough wits to think of a snarky retort like usual.

Taehyung chuckles. “Why don’t you come here then and touch her? Taste her? Is that okay, baby?”

When you realize Taehyung is asking you, you nod eagerly. “Shit, please━ Jungkook, wanna feel you━”

At your request, Jungkook practically tumbles out of his seat. As soon as he’s standing on his feet, the realization seems to hit him and he takes his time, walking to you slowly. His gaze sweeps over your exposed body and he licks his lips, his eyes suddenly darkening. Taehyung doesn’t stop touching you or marking your neck his even as Jungkook walks closer and it hits you in that moment what exactly you’re doing and who you’re with ━ and you fucking love it. Jungkook kneels down in front of you and Taehyung nods in encouragement.

“She’s impatient and feisty,” Taehyung informs. “But that makes her fun to tease.”

“I know how to pleasure a girl,” Jungkook quips.

“But you don’t know how to pleasure Y/N,” Taehyung replies. “You’re too cocky, Jungkookie, and she doesn’t like that. You need to take your time with her and you don’t do that often with girls, do you?”

Jungkook doesn’t respond but, judging by his face, you assume Taehyung is right.

“What do you want me to do?” Jungkook asks. He’s staring at your face now and only your face. His intense stare makes you squirm on Taehyung’s lap, and makes you suck your lower lip between your teeth.

“Touch me,” You rasp. “Touch me, please, Jungkook.”

God, how he loves hearing you moan his name. But the anticipation is killing you. You’ve felt Taehyung’s fingers plenty of time; you’ve never felt Jungkook’s, and the abrupt need seems to grow more intense with each passing second.

“You heard her, Jungkookie,” Taehyung says. He draws his hand away from your heat and kisses your neck softly. “Go on. Touch her. Be gentle, go slow.”

Jungkook is shaking with excitement ━ or maybe it’s just the weed and alcohol in his bloodstream ━ but he eyes you carefully, gnawing down on his lower lip. He reaches out at a tedious pace and hesitates, his fingers hovering over your core. Taehyung is watching with eager eyes whilst planting open mouthed kisses along your shoulders, neck, and jawline. Jungkook finally presses his fingers against your pussy and your reaction is immediate. You toss your head back against Taehyung’s shoulder and jutt your hips forward.

“Nnngh, fuck, Kook━” You whimper. “M-More━ Wanna feel more━”

Jungkook takes that as a good sign and follows after Taehyung, rubbing circles into your clit slowly. He feels just how wet you are, his fingers coating with your cum as they move with ease past your folds, and it’s enough to let the wave of glee wash over him again.

“See? Look how much she loves it already,” Taehyung says. “Keep going.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice. As he rubs his fingers over your clit, his other hand comes up in a greedy fashion. He can’t stop himself from slipping a finger past your folds and it takes all you can not to moan out loud but you give up on the prospect of remaining quiet when it feels so good to have both boys on you.

“Let him know how you feel, baby,” Taehyung purs. “How he’s making you feel.”

You struggle to find your voice momentarily, too caught up with the lust and desire but then a cry of delight falls from your lips. “Fuck, ah, Jungkook! That feels s-so good━”

Jungkook’s head snaps up to look at you in pure disbelief.

“Holy shit, that’s so fucking hot,” he huffs. “I never thought you’d moan my name and now you’re so wet and tight and for me━”

“And me,” Taehyung admonishes offhandedly.

Jungkook doesn’t reply but that’s mostly because he’s suddenly fixated on curling his finger inside of you and watching your every reaction. Your hips jut forward and you cry out, panting at the blissful feeling but it isn’t enough. You need more, and you need more now. As if Taehyung can read your mind, he chimes in again, disrupting yours and Jungkook’s reverie.

“Why don’t you have a taste of her?” he asks. “You won’t regret it.”

Jungkook’s eyes light up and he watches as you nod eagerly, desperate pleas coming from your mouth. Jungkook lowers himself down between your thighs and you wait with bated breath before he’s licking a clean stripe against your folds with his flattened tongue. The sudden slippery warmth has your body writhing in pleasure.

“Jungkook━” You cry out. “Oh my god━”

Jungkook grins. Then he’s licking at you again, tasting your sweet succulence, and groans into your hot core.

“Shit,” Jungkook huffs. “You taste amazing.”

He nibbles down slightly on your clit without warning and tugs. You instantly jerk into his mouth, a strangled moan ripping from your throat that sounds something like a scold of his name and a desperate plea for more. “Jungkook!”

Taehyung snickers against your neck and you can feel Jungkook’s lips curl into a taunting smirk between your thighs. Jungkook’s finger still curls deep within you as his tongue returns to lapping at your clit and you can feel his nose brushing against you the deeper he burrows into you. Meanwhile, Taehyung is continuing to ravish your neck, his hands tweaking at your nipples. The onslaught of senses is so much for you that you nearly scream when Jungkook’s tongue dips into your heat so suddenly to accompany his finger. He laps at you hungrily and you gasp, your breath stuttering as your hands come down to tug hard in his raven locks, your hips bucking forward and into his mouth. It feels fantastic, too incredible for you to put into words, as you feel the wetness of his tongue lap at your walls and suddenly you’re aware of just how susceptible you are to both of the boys near you.

“Fuck, don’t stop, Jungkook,” You moan.

“Now who’s the needy one?” Jungkook coos against your cunt. “Gonna cum on my tongue?”

“P-Please━ Want it so badly, Kook━”

He smacks his lips against you, taking as much as he can of you into his mouth and sucking hard until all you hear are the lewd wet sounds of his tongue and finger working miracles against you. You’re clutching his hair so tight, pushing him closer into your heat but he doesn’t relent. One of his hands comes up to hold onto your waist, to push you firmly back onto Taehyung’s lap and closer into Jungkook’s mouth. You can feel Taehyung’s budding erection poking against your thigh and it’s enough to make you flustered once more.

In an attempt to help Taehyung, you find yourself grinding not only into Jungkook’s mouth but onto Taehyung’s lap, earning a growl into your neck. Taehyung’s free hand comes up to your chin which he grabs roughly. He forces you to look at him and then he’s smashing his lips onto yours in a heated fashion for an entirely ungraceful kiss. It’s needy and hot, completely open mouthed as your tongues mingle in the air and as Taehyung sucks on your lower lip. Yet you tear your gaze from Taehyung to look down at Jungkook as he buries himself further into your pussy, his nose nuzzling against your clit. You’re dripping by now and you can see your own juices smear onto his lips, dribble down to his chin, and it’s the hottest thing you could ever imagine seeing. He doesn’t seem to care as it spills down his neck and suddenly the mere sight has you squirming again. You part from Taehyung’s mouth with a wet pop that rings in your ears and moan.

“Fuck━ nghn, I━I━ think I’m close,” You whimper.

“Fuuck, yes,” Jungkook growls against you.

“Let it go, baby,” Taehyung hums, nibbling at your ear. “Cum for him, for us.”

Jungkook’s pace quickens, pumping his finger faster in you and sucking at your clit until you have no more strength to hold off. Your hands fumble in his hair, trying desperately to pull him closer, and you hate how badly you want your sweet release already. It doesn’t help when Taehyung twists your body ever so slightly so that he can lean down to your breasts and catch one of your nipples between his teeth. His tongue swishes back and forth against the perked bud and you whimper again, the coil in your stomach tightening and loosening.

You’re so close now and Jungkook can hear it, can feel it, can taste it. You don’t have much longer after that before your orgasm is hitting you hard.

“I’m gonna━” You reach out to grasp at Jungkook’s hair, tugging at the roots. “Fuck, Jungkook━”

You cry out suddenly, the coil in your stomach springing apart. Jungkook moans into your pussy as you cum, pulsating around his tongue and finger and dripping into his mouth. You’re reduced to nothing but a whimpering, writhing mess against Taehyung as you buck back and forth into Jungkook’s mouth to ride out your high. Taehyung pulls apart from you to rub circles into your hips and the seemingly gentle move somehow soothes the intense wave of pleasure into something much sweeter. Fire burns at your core and flicks outward until your whole body is warm and numb and then you collapse against Taehyung’s chest, panting hard. Jungkook drinks up every last bit of you and you begin to cringe at the oversensitivity before you gain some of your wits again. You push his head away hastily and this time he relents.

“Did all your little happy wet dreams finally come true, Jeon?” You snicker languidly.

The boy sits back on his knees and looks up at you, locking gazes with yours. You can finally see his face, his tousled black hair, his swollen red lips, and chin, all of which are covered in your perfect sheen. He licks at his lips and wipes at his chin and neck where his tongue can’t reach and he does all of this without breaking eye contact with you. A small smirk forms on his face and suddenly you’re filled with an intense need for payback.

“Yeah, you act confident now but you seemed to enjoy it when you were riding my face,” Jungkook says. You roll your eyes, about to reply before he adds, “So, you’re welcome.”

“You’re impossible,” You huff, pushing yourself off of Taehyung’s lap.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby?” Taehyung mewls behind you. “We still need you.”

“Oh, I know,” You quip. You reach down to grab onto Jungkook’s chin, forcing him to look up at you. “But it’s my turn, don’t you think, Tae?”

Taehyung chuckles and nods in agreement. Jungkook, however, hardly looks bothered, though he seems a little taken aback by your sudden assertiveness when you begin pulling him up to his feet before pushing him back onto the bed. Taehyung scoots over so that the three of you can fit comfortably on his bed and then you’re moving, crawling over to Jungkook on your hands and knees.

“Are you trying to intimidate me?” Jungkook asks. “Because this is sexier than it is scary.”

You’re hovering over his crotch when he speaks, your greedy hands reaching forward to brush against his hard dick straining in his jeans. He nearly jolts in his seat at the sudden touch and you and Taehyung giggle again.

“Mmm, baby, teach him a lesson,” Taehyung hums. “Suck him off nice and slow but don’t let him cum.”

“Not unless he begs for it,” You say wickedly.

Taehyung stifles a chuckle. “I told you she’s feisty, Jungkookie.”

The younger boy is eyeing you carefully as you busy yourself by undoing the belt buckle on his jeans. He acts unimpressed, unfazed, as you unbutton his jeans and began sliding them off his legs, but you can see the needy and impatient glint in his eyes. Your eyes fall immediately to the ever present straining bulge in his boxers and you gulp in response, licking your lips. You can’t help yourself when you reach out to brush your fingers faintly along his length. He jolts in his seat and grits his teeth, shooting you a hard glare.

“Are you seriously going to tease me?” Jungkook grumbles. “We can skip all of that, y’know━”

“It’s payback, Jeon,” You hum, running your fingers down his dick and then back up again. “Where’s the fun in it if I skip all of the teasing?”

“You know,” Taehyung murmurs from beside you. He’s reclining back, watching you with intense eyes and is completely shameless about his prominent erection contained by his boxers. “I’m surprised the idiot hasn’t referred to his dick yet as Jungcock.”

You giggle, an all too innocent and sweet sound for the way you’re palming at Jungkook’s dick. Jungkook, who is apparently having a rather difficult time keeping up with his surroundings while your fingers continue to work against him, scoffs. His eyebrows knit together as he throws a beady glare at the older boy.

“You’re ruining the mood,” he grunts.

Taehyung clicks his tongue against his teeth, a smirk tugging at his luscious lips. “Of course. I digress.”

You turn your attention back to Jungkook who’s staring down at your hand with parted lips and a crease in his brows. Without warning, you grasp him through his boxers and he groans suddenly, bucking forward. The desperation of his situation only seems to increase in severity when you peel back the elastic band of his boxers and slide them off his legs, finally freeing his dick which springs out from it’s confines. He’s much bigger than you expected, his tip angry and red, leaking with pearly beads that dribble down his length and the bulging veins that line it.

“You’re staring again,” Jungkook hums when he notices you pause, your eyes wide. “Sure you don’t like what you see?”

You shake yourself from your daze and frown. “Shut up.”

The boy starts to chuckle at your flustered expression but yelps when you clasp your fingers around the base of his cock. A beautiful moan falls from his lips and excites you even more. You start pumping him slowly, guiding your hands up and down his length in careful and measured motions, wiping your thumb across his tip each time you reach it. Jungkook shudders in your touch, his teeth coming down to gnaw hard on his lower lip. His eyes are glued to your hands working against him, his face scrunching up in pure euphoria.

“Mmm, fuck,” he grunts, his head lolling back. “Stop teasing me and go faster.”

You don’t listen. If anything, you slow your pace and it has him so frustrated that he lets an involuntary whimper escape him. He bucks into your clenched hand, practically begging for more but remains quiet, safe for his heavy panting.

“You heard her, Kook,” Taehyung says. “Beg for her.”

“There’s no way I’m begging,” Jungkook hisses through gritted teeth. “Never. I never have and never will.”

“Bullshit,” You scoff. You fondle at his balls with your other hand and he moans again. Your hand comes to a complete halt all of a sudden, interrupting Jungkook as he is about to speak. Before he can protest, you lean down and lick at his tip, swirling your tongue around him once to taste his saltiness. His hips rut forward into you but you pull back almost immediately and find Jungkook gaping. You meet his desperate eyes for a steady gaze. “Beg. Just once, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook’s stare wavers as you run your fingers along his tip, squeezing slightly. He tries to compose himself, to remain calm, but when you are relentless, he caves very easily. He only gives in when you kiss the base of his cock. And those eyes ━ fuck, the way your eyes turn so wide and already look so fucked out. How could he resist you?

“Fuck, fuck, okay,” he gasps. “I need more, baby, please. Ah, please━ You feel so fucking good.”

His needy pleas satisfy you and your lips curl into a devious grin. You lower yourself on him suddenly, licking a clean stripe up his length and he moans loudly. You enclose your mouth around his tip and suck, earning a small growl from him as he pushes his hips forward for more. In the next second, you sink your mouth down his length, taking as much of him as you can.

“Fuck!” he moans abruptly. “Ahh, shit, that feels amazing, baby.”

You hollow out your cheeks as you pull your head up and then back down, starting at an even pace that has him moaning and writhing beneath you. He feels much bigger in your mouth but you don’t mind even when he bucks himself into you unexpectedly and hits the back of your throat. The action makes you gag around him and, in return, he curses at the way it feels.

“K-Keep doing that,” he mumbles. “Please, fuck, just like that.”

His fingers thread in your hair and he pulls you down greedily on him but you don’t refuse.

“Can you do it, baby girl?” Taehyung questions. His hand finds his way on your back where he rubs gentle circles into your skin. “Can you take all of him in your mouth?”

You nod carefully around Jungkook’s hardened length.

“Good girl,” Taehyung smirks. “Go slow.”

You follow his orders, sinking gradually onto Jungkook until you feel the tip of him hitting the back of your throat. You gag once more but, instead of pulling back, you shut your eyes and take a few deep breaths in through your nose. In, out, in, out, and then you swallow. Jungkook’s reaction is sudden and intense. He bucks into your mouth unwillingly and moans even louder, his fingers clutching at your roots.

“That’s it, baby,” Taehyung hums and his sudden presence is comforting.

“A-Again,” Jungkook stammers. “Again, please━ holy shit, you feel amazing.”

You swallow again and then a third and each time you can feel yourself sinking lower onto him. Tears prickle at your eyes as your nose is suddenly pressed against his lower abdomen but his reactions are well worth it and so you continue.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Taehyung says, planting a chaste kiss against your shoulder. “You deserve some more attention, hm?”

His fingers slowly rub circles down your back, his lips following your arch and has you shivering beneath him, before stopping at the dip just above your ass. He’s kneeling behind you now, his fingers massaging into your thighs. You sigh against Jungkook when you feel Taehyung’s fingers continue their trek to your ass, rubbing you carefully. You, in response, push your hips back, waiting for more.

“You’re still so wet, baby,” Taehyung says. “I bet you’d come with one touch of my finger.”

With Jungkook buried hilt deep inside your mouth, you’re hardly prepared for when Taehyung slips his fingers underneath to your folds. It’s embarrassing to admit how right he is. You react instantly, moaning around Jungkook and jutting your hips back for more. The simple vibration has Jungkook groaning, his hips bucking forward. You hadn’t even been aware of just how wet you are before Taehyung pointed it out but then you can feel it, pulsing out of you and dripping down the top of your inner thighs.

“But you need more, don’t you?” Taehyung asks. “How about my cock? Will you let me fuck you, baby girl?”

You nod eagerly, the simple question exciting you even more. Taehyung chuckles and leans down to press a kiss to the arch of your back.

“But you’ll have to be good and keep pleasuring Jungkook too, okay?” Taehyung says.

You hum in response and swallow around Jungkook as if to tell both boys that you have no plans on stopping. Jungkook twitches inside you and scrunches his eyes shut.

“Fuck, Taehyung,” he grumbles. “Hurry up. Any time you touch her, she swallows. It feels so good.”

Taehyung snickers but he takes his time. He runs his fingers up and down your folds until you’re moaning needily against Jungkook. You look over your shoulder to see Taehyung’s fingers wrapped around his own hardened and pulsating erection, pumping himself a few times as he stares at you carefully. He positions himself behind you and takes the chance to run his tip and length along your folds. You whimper suddenly, hoping your desperate noises will spur him on.

“You want more, baby?” Taehyung asks.

You hum again, your voice muffled and hoarse.

“Okay,” he sighs. “Only because you’ve been so good.”

You have no time to brace yourself from the sudden impact of feelings. He doesn’t do much except for push himself into you, past your folds. It’s only just the tip and yet your heart jolts in your chest, the coil in your stomach tightens. It feels so good to finally have something of larger girth in you that you gap, simultaneously sinking down further onto Jungkook. The two boys grunt above you, both of them panting hard.

“You feel so good, baby,” Taehyung mumbles. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

He leans down to press a kiss against your shoulder, his other hand coming up to rest on the dip of your lower back to guide you. He slowly, so very slowly, pushes himself into you, inch by inch, so you can feel the way he stretches you open, feel the way he buries into you. Your leaking arousal only proves to be of an advantage, letting him easily push into you without any trouble. Your fingers grip the bed sheets beneath you in an ironclad grip and you squeak when he’s finally buried hilt deep within you. You nearly gag around Jungkook again, who’s still panting and writhing above you, but the way Taehyung’s tongue marks patterns into your shoulder comforts you. You whine against Jungkook, pushing your hips back for more and the simplicity of your action has Taehyung’s breath hitching in his throat.

“So warm,” he grunts and then sighs against your back. “You always feel so amazing.”

He still hasn’t moved and you’re beginning to grow impatient, distraught over the feeling of him rock hard inside you but unmoving. You debate pulling apart from Jungkook to yell at Taehyung but you assume he can understand your haste judging by the way your body writhes beneath him, your fingers clench into fists. He pulls out in one languid movement, his breath stuttering, until only his tip is left before he pushes himself back in, equally as slow. He sets at a steady, easy pace that, at the very least, lets you grasp onto some sensible thoughts and pushes you to keep pleasing Jungkook. Jungkook can’t take it anymore; he starts rutting his hips up into your mouth with gritted teeth. It’s a hot, erotic mess of mingled moans and groans but you never want it to stop ━ in fact, you want more.

“You like that, baby?” Taehyung grunts.

You nod hurriedly, humming in response.

“Ah, fuck━” Taehyung groans. “Want it harder?”

You nod once more, this time eagerly. When Taehyung pulls back one more time, he slams himself back into you without any warning and you jerk forward, sinking down onto Jungkook. The younger boy moans, his head lolling back as his fingers twisting in your hair. You don’t expect Taehyung to do the same thing again, pull out slowly and then push himself back in with more force, but he does, and he repeats the action again and again until he abandons it for a whole new pace. Soon, he’s thrusting into you hard and fast but always making sure his hips reconnect with yours before pulling out so you can feel him practically in your throat.

“Like being fucked like this?” Taehyung asks. “You like being used like a little slut?”

His thrusts are relentless suddenly, jerking your body and back and forth until he’s fucking you in a way that has you sucking off Jungkook just right so that you hardly have to put in any effort. Although his hard thrusts feel amazing, each time you’re pushed forward, you sink further down onto Jungkook unwillingly and that, paired with the way Jungkook frantically fucks himself into your mouth, you nearly gag each time as he hits the back of your throat, drool pooling at your lips and dribbling down your chin. Tears prick at your eyes from the feeling and it’s too pleasing to quit, to pull away from Jungkook just yet. Jungkook’s staring down at you when he notices your scrunched up face. You’re surprised when his hand finds your cheek, his thumb brushing reassuringly into your cheekbone.

“You’re doing so━ ah, fuck━ so well, baby,” he rasps.

You can taste the saltiness of precum on the tip of your tongue and you wonder how close he is. You have no qualms in finishing him off then and there but soon the pleasure you’re receiving from Taehyung becomes too much. Soon, he’s hitting you at an angle that shakes something in you. You pull apart from Jungkook with a loud pop, saliva and cum coating his length and your lips, and a gasp wretches from your throat.

“Fuck!” You cry hoarsely. “Ah, T-Taehyung!”

You’re too weak to push yourself up and end up burying your head in Jungkook’s lower abdomen, feeling the heat consume you. You’re near numb, senseless, as you let Taehyung ravish your body, fuck you hard into the mattress and Jungkook. It’s a frantic build up, an intense wave of emotions that you seem to pass through, and you can hardly bring yourself to react. All you can hear is the sound of moaning and skin against skin and the heat seems to make its way up to your head, making you warm and fuzzy. Jungkook gently pulls at your face, lifting you up and bringing you to him so that he can smash his lips onto yours and all you can taste is bitter liquor, you, and him, but that doesn’t stop him from sucking on your lower lip even when you pull apart to moan and gasp.

“T-Tae,” You sob. “Fuck, Tae, I━I’m c━close━”

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he murmurs. “Let me hear you.”

You shake your head frantically at the sensitive sting between your legs still raw from your orgasm from Jungkook, shutting your eyes. Taehyung’s hands find their way onto your hips and he pulls you down his length until you’re balls deep and pauses. He lifts your hips and you can feel him twitch inside you that it even makes your own thighs tremble and shake. You’re sure you’ll collapse on him if he doesn’t hold onto you and he must realize this too because he grips your hips tight to continue thrusting into you. Soon you’re tumbling towards your high. Taehyung’s pumps are frantic, growing sloppy with each passing second, as he pushes you to yours and his high. The coil snaps in your stomach again and you’re in a moment of freefall where you’re stunned by the wave of pleasure. Then, Taehyung is bringing you back down to reality with his hard thrusts, the way he moans, and the lewd wet sounds of him pumping himself into you.

“Ah, T-Tae━” You whimper. “So good, fuck━”

His name falls from your lips in a repeated mantra. You crumble beneath him, collapsing entirely against Jungkook, who’s brushing your hair away from your face. You’re shaking with each touch, your walls pulsing around Taehyung and clenching hard. He moans and curses behind you and you know he must be close to his high because he, too, is fumbling for it. His thrusts are even more hasty and soon he’s reaching his climax. His moans increase in volume and his thrusts become sloppier until he finally pulls his cock from your walls and nearly collapses against your back.

With his hand clenched tightly around his shaft, he jerks himself off until he’s releasing onto your back in white hot spurts. He’s panting hard, sweat coating his forehead, but he takes the time to press chaste kisses along your back and shoulders as the two of you attempt to calm your shrill hearts. It’s silent in the room for a moment despite your panting breaths. Taehyung takes a moment to grab his discarded shirt and wipe at the mess he’s made before he collapses next to you at long last with a huff of air. You moan wearily, rolling off of Jungkook to lay on your back between the two.

“God, you’re amazing,” Taehyung sighs.

You giggle up at the boy and lean towards him to kiss. His fingers rake in your hair and a few silent seconds pass before you’re nearly back to an even breathing pace. That’s when you notice Jungkook, his hand gripped tightly around his still painfully hard dick.

“Jungkook,” You pur his name, catching his attention. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” he quips.

“It’s your turn,” Taehyung points out. Jungkook glances at Taehyung and then down at you, quirking an eyebrow.

“W-Well, I just thought━” Jungkook stammers. “I just thought you’ve had enough. It’s okay, you don’t have to.”

“I call bullshit again,” You scoff.

“Baby girl,” Taehyung hums, “do you want Jungkookie to fuck you?”

You nod eagerly but Jungkook doesn’t seem too convinced, or maybe he’s hesitant. Taehyung’s eyeing him closely, curiously, before he gaps. He bursts out into a fit of chuckles, earning both yours and Jungkook’s attention.

“Shit, of course,” Taehyung grins. “He’s probably gonna let go the minute he’s in you. You’re close, hm?”

“Only because she’s already been down on me,” Jungkook grumbles.

“You know that’s not it,” Taehyung replies. “You’ve been wanting this forever.”

Jungkook’s eyes suddenly darken as he glares at the older boy. “Taehyung.”

“Wait, what?” You ask, turning to gawk at both.

“Jungkook has a little crush on you,” Taehyung smirks. “This is all he’s ever wanted. I bet he’ll bust a nut the second he fucks you and he’s embarrassed.”

You gasp as you turn to face Jungkook who looks entirely disgruntled but you’re more shocked about the fact that Jungkook likes you than anything else. Jungkook, notoriously arrogant fuckboy, who’s seemingly made it his mission to give you a headache every waking moment by trying to flirt with you. And maybe you’ve always sort of known it; maybe you’ve always sort of felt the same.

“That’s not true!” Jungkook protests. “I━I━ Well, Tae hardly finishes when he’s with another girl. He’s jacked off to the thought of you before, too━”

Taehyung starts. “Fuck off━”

You’re stuck between the bickering boys, staring up at both of them with a dumbfounded expression. Before either boy can strangle the other, you’re speaking up and interrupting them.

“I don’t mind,” You say. “I’m just… surprised.”

Both boys are silent now, aggravated probably, and you giggle. You reach up to rake your fingers in Taehyung’s hair and then look up at Jungkook, using your other hand to grab onto his chin once more and force him to face you.

“Come here, you idiot,” You drawl. “I want you to fuck me. Wanna feel your dick.”

Jungkook seems taken aback but then his eyes are sweeping down your body and he writhes in his seat. Before he can protest, you’re pulling him down onto you to kiss. It’s passionate and rough but hot altogether as your lips smack against one anothers. Jungkook’s desperate situation seems to hit him again, especially when you snake one of your hands down to his length and wrap your fingers around him to jerk him off. He pulls apart from you, gulping.

“Fuck, okay, okay,” he gasps. “I need to be in you right now, please.”

You and Taehyung smirk as Jungkook shifts around on the bed to kneel between your legs. He pauses, glancing up at you once more and noting the way you bite your lower lip seductively, before finally pushing himself in. He goes slow, but not as gradual as Taehyung. You can still feel him stretching you open and he groans. He seems to slide the rest of the way in with a lewd squelch sound because of just how wet you are and then he’s buried balls deep, fitting so snug within you.

“Holy shit,” he whines. “You weren’t kidding, Tae. She feels amazing.”

Taehyung hums in agreement. “What does she feel like? Let her know, Kookie.”

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut momentarily to focus. “Wet,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “Warm, tight ━ fuck, so tight.”

He marvels at the feeling, wonders how you can still clench so tightly around him despite being stretched wide by Taehyung. He bows his head to rest in the crook of your neck and moans. His words are enough to spur on your own reaction and you whimper against him.

“Oh, fuck, Jungkook━”

The sensitivity you feel in your core met with his hard cock makes you cringe but simultaneously pleases you and you’re bucking your hips for more. He groans at the feeling, his hands flying down to grip your hips. He’s big, stretching you wide, but you feel anything but pain except for the sharp burning sensation as the intensity of your past orgasms start to hit you. He rolls his hips back and then thrusts into you so hard that you yelp and jerk back on the bed.

“Go easy on her, Jungkook,” Taehyung admonishes. “She’s not a doll.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook sighs, nipping at your throat. “You just feel so good, Y/N.”

“I’m okay,” You reassure. You feel his length twitch within you and your head lolls back. “Fuck, I feel more than okay.”

“Can we try something?” Taehyung asks.

He receives two weak nods in response. Jungkook pauses, shifts the two of you until he’s on his back and you’re straddling his hips, his dick never once slipping from your core. The older boy grabs onto you and yanks you onto his hips.

“What do you say we give Y/N the pleasure she deserves?” he asks. He pushes his length past your folds and is rewarded by the sound of your moans as your jaw unhinges. “Think you can handle both of us, baby?”

“Fuck, yes,” You gasp.

Jungkook seems just as enticed by this. He’s careful as he pushes his cock into you and your reaction is explosive. With Taehyung already stretching you wide, you wonder how Jungkook will fit but it’s snug and perfect. You can feel him stretching you further, inch by glorious inch, and he hasn’t even begun moving when your walls clench around the two of them. Taehyung hisses in your ear and Jungkook pauses at once, sputtering for air, giving you time to adjust. When Jungkook pushes himself further into your cunt, rubbing against Taehyung’s cock and your own walls, you can’t help the delicious moan that falls from your lips.

“Oh my god,” You whimper. “Fuck, fuck, that feels so fucking good━”

It’s such a sticky, hot mess, and all you can hear is the sound of guttural moans and grunts. You jut your hips forward, a silent plea for something more. Jungkook’s hand grasps at your ass and then he’s pulling out. He growls suddenly, thrusting his hips forward and the sensation suddenly overwhelms you. As he picks up a pace that leaves you breathless, Taehyung slowly thrusts into you and the pleasure becomes too much. Your hands reach out to grab at anything, fingers digging eagerly into Jungkook’s chest, Taehyung’s sides.

“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook grunts. His face is scrunched in pleasure and concentration, his mouth hanging open.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Taehyung growls. “You like being stretched wide like this, huh? Such a good girl too. Fuck━”

He’s sweating, but so are you, and all you can hear is the sound of yours and the boys’ moans, the vulgar wet slap with each thrust Jungkook makes. It’s only amplified with each small leisurely thrust Taehyung makes into your throbbing pussy, his dick rubbing against Jungkook’s with each thrust. Your walls tighten around Jungkook and Taehyung as the seconds pass and you know you’re already close to your third orgasm of the night but you try to hold off despite the room spinning. All you can do is lay there for Jungkook to ravish and control, for Taehyung to enjoy, too caught up in the moment. Your breasts bounce wildly with each thrust Jungkook makes and his gaze seems fixated on your chest before flickering down to watch himself disappear inside you each time. Taehyung is raking his fingers through your hair, soothing you through your next climax and it’s close.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses, panting hard. “I’m not gonna last.”

You push your hips forward as if to probe him on and he growls.

“No, shit, let me enjoy this, baby,” he whines. “Ah, so tight━”

He’s grumbling to himself, cursing under his breath and you smirk tiredly. Jungkook leans his head down to kiss at your chest, catching one of your nipples in his warm mouth. His tongue swishes back and forth over the perked bud and your chest arches into his face. Your fingers are clutching tight at his hair even as he obeys and adds more force with each thrust, slowly picking up his pace. His mouth widens and he sinks lower on your breast, humming against you in pleasure. Taehyung’s own pace quickens. It’s not as relentless as Jungkook’s but he makes sure to help aid you to your high, ramming his hips into yours until both their cocks slip into a seamless pattern. All you can focus on is the crude wetness, the way their dicks threaten to slip from your hold at how sloppy and wrecked your cunt becomes.

“Ah, yes,” You hiss. “Fuck, yes, yes━ So good, oh my god━ Right there━”

Your voice is cut off by a loud moan. You feel the familiar wave hit you once more and this time you hardly have any strength to fight it off or welcome it.

“I can’t━” You wail suddenly. “Fuck, I can’t━ I’m gonna cum━”

You’re fumbling for words to warn him that you’re close before you’re cuming around them. Their names wrench from your throat in no discernible pattern, accompanied by vulgar curses. Your body writhes between the two boys, your chest arching into his mouth, your legs tightening around Jungkook’s waist.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Jungkook coos. “Come on, wanna feel you cream all over us━”

Stars form behind your eyelids and explode into galaxies as they swirl down your spine and to the tip of your toes, making them and your fingers curl in delight. Your vision grows blurry and tears stream down your face at the build up of pressure finally being released for the third time and you can’t help it when your mantra turns into delighted sobs and whimpers. You’re clenched so tight that Jungkook feels as if he hardly has any space to move and the confinement of his length has him gasping. He pulls apart from your breast to watch your scrunched up face with hooded eyes. He moans again, and desperately leans down to suck at your jawline.

You’re too spent to keep up with him or Taehyung as he helps you further to your high but you know Jungkook is close when his thrusts become messy, quick spurts. You gasp each time he thrusts up into you until he’s finally cuming.

“Shit,” he hisses. “Gonna cum━ Gonna let us fill you up, baby?”

“Please, please, wanna feel it,” You mewl.

He slams his hips into yours and stills for a moment as he releases into you in one hot wave and emits a beautiful moan of your name. You’re panting hard even as he rides out both your highs with a few more incredibly sloppy pumps before he finally collapses against your chest. The two of you are struggling to catch your breaths, your heart beating in your ears.

The room is silent, blissful, and it takes you a few moments of basking in it before you’ve regained your breath. Your fingers rake in Jungkook’s soft and sweaty hair and you hum in content. His mouth presses a few open mouthed and hot kisses along your neck and jawline before connecting with your own mouth. This time, the kiss is chaste and you smile against his lips before he’s pulling out of you. You moan at the missing feeling of his warmth and the way his own cum leaks from your core, down Taehyung’s cock, and your own thighs.

But Taehyung isn’t done. He thrusts up into you to ride out his own high, pushing Jungkook’s release back into you. His pace is steady, deep, and all you can both do is moan and gasp for air.

“Fuck, Tae,” You rasp tiredly. “Cum for me, baby.”

The boy gasps for air, nearly fumbling behind you to reach his high. “Gonna make this pussy mine. Fuuck━”

When Taehyung finally reaches his own high, it’s in another sticky stream of hot cum, each fluid mingling with the other in a pitiful mess. He pulls his slackened length from you and you whimper at sudden the loss, core and legs aching. As you slide onto the bed between the two tired and breathless boys, Jungkook wipes at your glistening core with a shirt and you sigh in content.

“Why haven’t we done that before?” You gasp, earning a chuckle from both. Jungkook lets out a boisterous laugh and you flick his arm. “If you say anything dumb, we’re never having a round two.”

“Round two?” he asks, wriggling his brows. “You want this to happen again?”

You nod, though you can already start to feel yourself succumb to sleep as it creeps upon you. “What do you think, Tae?”

“I think,” The older boy hums, “that’s your best idea yet.”

Jungkook seems surprised, excited even, and you smile sleepily. Taehyung throws his arm over your waist and pulls your back to his chest, wrapping you in his arms as he slips off to sleep.

Before you fall asleep that night, you snake your arm up Jungkook’s chest and let your hand rest against his beating heart which you can still feel beating shrilly even long after your messy night together.

You awake to the familiar sound of your alarm.

It’s loud, annoying, and jolts you awake only to toss you into a haze of muddled confusion and an incredibly terrible hangover. Your head throbs and your body aches. Sunlight splashes in from the closed blinds and illuminates your face, making you squint.

“Turn that off, Jesus Christ, Y/N,” Taehyung snaps, his voice muffled and aggravated.

Your mind is too groggy to realize he’s sleeping next to you, too groggy to suddenly remember what happened the night before. Until, of course, you feel your limbs tangled with not only Taehyung’s but another’s. When you crane your neck to look, you see Jeon Jungkook splayed out beside you sleeping peacefully and you gasp.

The events of the night before suddenly flood your mind and everything is hazy up until your wild time with the two boys. Your muddled sober mind alerts your heart and suddenly it’s beating hard and fast in your chest as you register the situation. You’re used to waking up with a naked Taehyung by your side but never were you used to waking up next to a naked Taehyung and Jungkook.

Jungkook stirs in his sleep then and you curse silently, diving for your phone on the floor before realizing your drastic mistake. Your core is still tender and your legs feel so delicate, nearly caving in beneath you as you wobble precariously. Somehow, you manage to grab your phone and tap the snooze button hastily. Taehyung’s still half asleep on his side but Jungkook lays on his back and you’re surprised to see him looking up at you with a quirked eyebrow and a tiny smirk.

“Don’t you dare say anything,” You hiss. “Holy shit, that wasn’t a dream?”

You gnaw on your lower lip and reach down blindly to grab the nearest article of clothing on the floor (one of Taehyung’s shirts) to toss over your bare body. To soothe your aching muscles, you resort to kneeling on the edge of the bed.

“It wasn’t,” Taehyung murmurs.

“Nice to know you think our dicks are dream worthy though,” Jungkook snorts. “So when’s our round two?”

Your promise from the night before dawns on you all too suddenly and, though you feign your usual annoyance for both boys, the potential prospect of another night with the two of them thrills you to no end.

“I━ I━” You stammer.

“Come back here, baby,” Taehyung muses. “It’s too early to be up right now. You can sleep a bit longer before you pretend you hate the both of us.”

Your eyes flicker down to your phone to check the time: 6 a.m. You can barely walk, let alone function this early in the morning, even without the added stress of your hangover, and sleep seems far too appealing to ignore. Maybe you can stay for a few more hours…

“Fine,” You grumble. You crawl back between them and wiggle around until you’re laying back on the bed. “But you’re making me that cup of coffee when I wake up, Taehyung.”

“Anything else, princess?” Taehyung grins.

“Maybe run me a bath too,” You wince as you settle back against the bed. “Everything hurts.”

“Will do,” Jungkook says. “Gotta do the most to make sure we get that second round. Now, come here━”

The boys snicker and, soon, the three of you have slipped back into a peaceful slumber.

You know that when you wake you’ll profusely deny that the night before and the morning after had ever happened; that you’ll never again find yourself in either Jungkook’s or Taehyung’s bed, much less with the both of them at the same time ━ but you find that you never really listen much to rules anyway.

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