#literally provided for her in ways only white woman at the time got pampered

[whimsycore]

I think what people don’t understand about having a narc parent is how isolated you are and how they make you feel on the daily. I had major oral surgery today and I woke up in a dark house tonight.

She literally raised me with the belief that she’s terrified of a completely dark house. And because of that I would make sure a light was turned on for her. Whether she was inside the house yet or not. This woman left one light on and it’s where she was today before she left.

The entitlement and inconsideration is part of daily living with her. But I’m supposed to stay with her because she’s scared to be alone. I’m supposed to not want anything for myself. I’m supposed to not DO for myself because she doesn’t. Imagine your entire life they make you a caretaker and they complain every minute of every day about you to someone so you can’t even trust other adults in your life. And you can’t count on your parent either because they let you down often but expect the world from you.

[caught-in-a-seesaw-stigma]

Rejuvenation

For @jamaisjoons​ ‘The Summer Bucketlist: BTS Edition Collab’

Pairing(s): Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok (featuring Jungkook & Jimin w/ mentions of the others)

Genre: non-idol AU; Spa Owners/Workers, fluff, smut, dash of angst

Prompt: Treat Yourself to a Spa Day

Word Count: 12.5k+

Summary: You finally get a break from work and you decide to indulge in a little pampering and self-care. During lunch, your friend slips a card into your hand for an exclusive spa with a special referral discount. How can you resist? Let’s hope the Bangtan Blossoms Spa provides the relaxation & rejuvenation experience you desperately seek.

Warnings: cursing & vulgar language, sexual innuendos, penetrative sex, fingering, oral (female/male receiving), protected sex, body worship, praise kink, butt plug, nipple play, nipple clamps, hair pulling, choking, sex toy play, exhibitionism, triple penetration, anal play, pussy slapping, spanking

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The quaint stone building in front of you was the quintessential facade for a spa. The cobblestone walkway, the rocky texture on the outside walls, and the elaborate fountain surrounded by perfectly manicured foliage all perpetuated the illusion of escape from reality.

You looked at the matte black card in your hand and noted the embossed logo on the front. The mirrored geometric shapes were reminiscent of doors opening. You turned the card over and read the golden script scrawled across it.

Bangtan Blossoms Spa Member Referral Code: STAYGOLD 613 Journey Road Appointment: 9:00 AM

Your friend Danae could not stop talking about this place and when she’d handed over this referral card, you had half a mind to refuse it, but the appeal of a free relaxing spa day was too great to pass up. So you took the card and tucked it away, promising to call and make your appointment as soon as your lunch date was over.

Once you entered the lobby, the comforting scent of lavender enveloped your senses. The diffusers near the entrance were emitting wisps of scented fog, and your mind was immediately eased.

“Welcome to Bangtan Blossoms Spa,” announced the tall drink of water behind the reception desk. “I’m Jungkook, how can I help you today?”

You took a second to drink up the sleek raven hair tinged with blue, the tight black shirt clinging to a perfectly sculpted chest, and the unbuttoned modern hanbok hanging from his shoulders. His delicate pink lips were pulled into an eager smile and you couldn’t help returning it in kind.

He’s way too sweet and too young to be a spa worker. Maybe’s he’s an intern?

“Hi,” you smiled while handing over your appointment card. “I have a 9:00 am appointment.”

“Ok, let me get you signed in,” Jungkook exclaimed while typing in your information. “Oh, wow, you got one of the 2 for 1 specials? That’s awesome!”

“Really?” you asked Jungkook while peering over at the screen. “Where does it say that?”

“It says right here that you got the [Stay Gold Sope Summer Package],” Jungkook confirmed with a jubilant smile. “That means that Yoongi-hyung and Hobi-hyung will be your specialists. You’re in for a real treat today.”

“Jungkook!” called out a sharp silvery voice. “You are supposed to use their professional names when we’re at work.”

Jungkook visibly wilted and you noticed his bottom lip disappearing between his teeth. From behind a set of thick curtains emerged a perfectly coiffed head of platinum blonde, and you were momentarily stunned by his sumptuous rosy lips collected into an adorable pout. His sharp eyes flickered across Jungkook’s sheepish figure and he shook his head in disappointment.

“Seriously,” the blonde vision sighed airily. “This is why I don’t like leaving you alone at reception. You’re always breaking the rules.”

“I’m sorry, Jimin-ssi,” Jungkook groaned before panicking and correcting himself. “I mean, I’m sorry, Jimin.”

Jimin stepped past the curtain and smoothed out the smoky silk shirt draped across his delicate physique. Jungkook reluctantly relinquished his position in front of the computer and he pouted as Jimin shook his head at him in disapproval.

“It’s ok, Jungkook,” Jimin insisted in his mellifluous tone. “Just try to remember how we’re supposed to behave while we’re here. We want our clients to think of us as professionals, ok?”

“I know,” Jungkook replied. “I just forget sometimes, that’s all. Anyway, she’s here for her treatment. She has the [Stay Gold Sope Summer Package].”

“Ah, yes,” Jimin grinned while turning to address you directly. “Your specialists today will be Suga and J-Hope, or as we like to call the pair, Sope. My name is Jimin and you’ve already met Jungkook. Here at Bangtan Blossoms Spa, we make sure that our clients are given the very best that we have to offer. I hope you will enjoy your experience with us today.”

“Thank you,” you smiled at Jimin. “Jungkook was very welcoming and he was very helpful. Don’t be too hard on him.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Jungkook smirked. “I’m a big boy. I can take it.”

Your face flushed with heat at his words and Jimin giggled at Jungkook’s slip of the tongue.

“Jungkook, why don’t you let Suga and J-Hope know that their client is here,” Jimin suggested. “I will show her to her room so she can get ready for them.”

Jungkook nodded and smiled sweetly at you. He reached over to lift your hand to his lips, and you gawked at the assortment of tattoos peeking out beneath his hanbok sleeve. Jungkook released your hand and bowed slightly to you before lifting his brilliant cocoa colored eyes to meet your gaze.

“Have fun today,” Jungkook murmured cutely. “Maybe next time, you can choose me as your specialist? Satisfaction guaranteed.”

His lips pulled into a seductive smirk and he winked playfully before dashing behind the curtains out of sight. You felt a rush of heat creep across your body and Jimin giggled at Jungkook’s little flirtatious display before turning his attention back to you.

Ok, there was no preparing for that. That boy has trouble written all over him. Literally.

“Cheeky, isn’t he?” Jimin mused. “He’s our youngest specialist, but don’t let that fool you. He’s highly qualified and has outstanding client reviews, just like the rest of us here at Bangtan Blossoms Spa.”

“Good to know,” you smirked. “So, now what?”

‘Now, my lovely client,” Jimin continued while he stepped behind the reception desk and lifted a large canvas tote with the spa’s logo printed on it. “We take you to get ready for your spa treatment. This summer special entitles you to our finest combination of treatments and it will take some time. I promise that you will leave here feeling like a new woman.”

Jimin handed over the tote, and you gasped at the fluffy white robe embroidered in purple with the spa’s logo. There were also various items tucked beneath the robe, but there was no time to look at them. Jimin offered his arm to you and gently escorted you behind the curtain and into a long hallway with numerous doors. He stopped in front of the room number “7” and handed over an elaborate golden key.

“This is your private room for today,” Jimin announced. “You will have the only key to the room, so feel free to leave your personal possessions within. You may also enjoy the complimentary refreshments, and please don’t hesitate to use the intercom to call me at the front desk. I will be more than happy to assist you with whatever you need.”

“Thank you, Jimin,” you smiled. “I’ll remember that.”

“Please do,” Jimin quirked lasciviously. “I would love to be of service to you.”

He lifted your free hand and planted a lingering kiss on the inside of your wrist. After giving you a smile full of insinuation, Jimin turned and walked down the hall toward the curtained entrance. He paused and ran his fingers through his blonde locks before shooting one last smoldering look at you then disappearing into the reception area. You released the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

Is everyone here just insanely attractive and fueled by desire? My brain is getting flooded by naughty thoughts.

Still flustered, you fumbled with the golden key in your hand, but once you were inside, you couldn’t help but gawk at the plush interior. There was an overstuffed purple lounger, a small walk-in closet, a full bathroom, a vanity table complete with LED bulbs along the edge, and a fully stocked wet bar. The side shelf displayed a variety of snacks and drinks, as well as various bath products infused with various essential oils. You noted the plethora of labels with bright green leaf stickers announcing the presence of either THC or CBD hemp oils.

Well isn’t that interesting? This place just keeps getting better and better.

You were no stranger to the wonders of cannabis and hemp; in fact, you and your girlfriends kept CBD and THC products in stock for medical and recreational purposes. You lifted a glittering bath bomb labeled Mikrokosmos and ran your thumb across the CBD sticker reverently.

“I bet you feel amazing,” you whispered to the tightly packed purple granules. “A nice hot bubble bath with you to soothe my aching muscles? Yes, please.”

A soft knock resounded behind you and you dropped your things on the lounger before walking back to open the door. The two men who greeted you were unbelievably attractive, and you were awestruck by the bright shining smile on one face and the mysteriously stoic face of the other.

“Hello,” chirped the ball of sunshine. “My name is J-Hope and this is my partner, Suga. We’re here to give you the ultimate Sope spa treatment.”

‘That was not the introduction we agreed on,” grumbled his partner. “Why did you make me practice that intro if you were just going to commandeer the entire thing?”

“Whoops,” giggled Mr. Sunshine. “Sorry about that. We can do it again, if you want.”

Mr. Grumblecakes pouted and shook his head slightly. You almost cooed at his knitted brow and puckered lips, but then he spoke again.

“What’s the point? The moment’s lost now,” Suga responded in pout. “Besides, we have more important matters to attend to, don’t we?”

His feline eyes lifted to meet your own and his pouty lips pulled up into a flirtatious smirk. You were taken aback at the duality between his previous cuteness and the unmistakable swagger that now greeted you.

“So, are you going to invite us in, beautiful?” he quipped. “Or should we wait for you in the hallway?”

“Oh, sorry,” you apologized quickly, while ushering them into your room. “Jimin didn’t tell me when to expect you.”

“Ah, Jimin,” J-Hope chuckled while nudging Suga’s arm. “We’re going to have to give him hell later. RM already talked to him about staying focused while on the job.”

“I know,” Suga grinned. “We should’ve just left Jin or V in charge of reception. They’re consistently attentive to the clients.”

“Yeah, but they’re both in high demand right now,” J-Hope guffawed. “Tall, dark, and handsome are hard to resist in this business, aren’t they, sweetheart?”

You glanced at him before sweeping your sharp eyes across their lean frames. Whatever they thought they were lacking in physical appearance was diminished by their larger than life personalities. J-Hope’s infectious aura perfectly balanced the sultry stylings of Suga, and together, you could tell that you would have your hands full.

In more ways than one...oh, if only…

“Actually,” you replied. “I don’t focus too much on physical appearances. I’m attracted to what’s underneath.”

“Oh really?” mused Suga while tugging at his waistband. “Is that an invitation to take off our clothes?”

“What?” you sputtered. “I didn’t mean-”

“Relax, princess,” J-Hope giggled, coming to your rescue. “Suga is just a big flirt. I see Jimin remembered to give you the complimentary spa tote. Why don’t you take it into the bathroom and read the enclosed card? We’ll wait for you here and then take you for your first treatment of the day. How does that sound?”

You took one last look at the smug look on Suga’s face before he wrinkled his nose at you and you couldn’t help smiling at the cute facial expression. His face bloomed into a full gummy smile at your reaction and you blushed in response.

These guys are adorable and deadly. This is going to be a long day.

J-Hope chuckled as he handed you the spa tote and gestured toward the bathroom door. You took one last glance at the charming pair and closed the door before your mind started wandering further.

You reached into the tote and found a creamy envelope nestled in the fluffy robe. The thick ivory card inside was inked in deep purple and read:

Welcome to Bangtan Blossoms Spa! Please undress to your level of comfort and feel free to use the complimentary robe during your stay with us. We’ve also included an assortment of special spa items that you can use to enhance your spa experience. Please be assured that every experience at Bangtan Blossoms Spa is based on your consent, so don’t feel pressured to indulge in any spa experience that makes you uncomfortable. Just give your specialists your comfort level based on the scale below. Your satisfaction is our ultimate goal, so please don’t hesitate to speak yourself and we promise to comply. Enjoy your stay with us today, and we look forward to your visits in the future!

~ Bangtan Blossoms Spa

COMFORT LEVEL INDICATOR

(Very Uncomfortable) 1 to 7 (Absolutely Comfortable)

You read the card twice and the words “consent” and “comfort” piqued your interest. Typical spa experiences were pretty standard: massages, mani-pedi packages, facials, etc. Your imagination wandered down a path that was completely inappropriate as you tried to conjure up a spa experience that would be concerned with your comfort and consent, especially if it involved a particular pair of specialists.

I could definitely think of a few things I would consent to with them.

You set the card aside and pulled out the robe. As you were unfolding it, you glanced at the bottom of the tote and saw a pair of spongy sandals as well as several boxes and bottles. You pulled out each item and laid them on the counter, marveling at the variety of lubricants, lotions, oils, and adult toys in the collection.

What the fuck? Are they serious? Am I really allowed to use this stuff at the spa?

You quickly read the card again and giggled slightly. With one more look at your newly acquired playtime items, your curiosity reached epic proportions.

Oh, hell yeah. My comfort level just shot up to 7.

With a whirlwind of possibilities circling your brain, you undressed and covered your bare body with the fluffy bathrobe. The luscious fabric felt incredible on your bare skin and the sandals were already doing wonders for your feet.

I don’t know where they get their spa swag, but the quality is amazing.

You unpacked the various toys from their packages and slipped them into your tote along with the other items. You took one last look at your reflection in the mirror and took a deep breath.  

Let’s see what these guys have in store for me today.

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“Go ahead and have a seat, princess,” J-Hope instructed. “Suga and I need to get a few things ready before we start this treatment. Go ahead and put your hair up with this before we get started.”

He handed you a scrunchie and you pulled your hair into a tucked ponytail. The small room was outfitted with a padded table on one side and a set of cabinets on the other. Suga and J-Hope were busy mixing various oils and minerals into a large bowl with their gloved hands.

“I’m guessing this is some kind of salt scrub?” you predicted aloud. “You guys going to scrub the evil out of me?”

“Not exactly,” J-Hope replied. “This is a mix of coarse salt and raw sugar. The different sizes of granules polish off any dead skin or imperfections on your body. We’re also adding extracts of ginseng and cayenne to stimulate your pores and get some of those toxins out of your body.”

“So you can keep the evil, beautiful,” Suga quirked. “Keeps things interesting.”

“You guys aren’t like other spa specialists I’ve encountered,” you commented. “Most are so reserved and formal.”

“Ah, yeah, we’ve met some of those people,” J-Hope chuckled. “So uptight.’

“Our company policy is to make the customer as comfortable and satisfied as possible,” Suga continued. “Happy customers are repeat customers. We’ve discovered that we can spread more happiness by just being ourselves and by offering customers a more immersive experience.”

“How immersive?” you probed, thinking of the items in your tote.

J-Hope grinned and looked up at Suga, who smirked before winking at you.

“As immersive as you want, beautiful,” Suga replied. “J-Hope and I are yours for the day. Just let us know what we can do to make your stay with us as pleasurable as possible.

Your eyebrow quirked at his mention of “pleasurable” and you leaned over to open your tote and pull out the wireless vibrating egg and a bottle of lube. Suga’s gummy smile made another appearance and J-Hope’s grin increased in wattage as you fiddled with the buttons on the sleek black toy.

“Want me to help you with that, princess?” J-Hope offered sweetly. “There are some functions on that toy that I think you’d be very interested in.”

You smiled at his offer and held the toy out to him. He lifted his hands out of the bowl to discard the gloves and walked over to the side sink to wash his hands. You glanced over at Suga to gauge his reaction.

“Go ahead, beautiful,” Suga murmured. “I’ll finish getting this ready while J-Hope preps you.”

“Did you bring your phone with you, princess?” J-Hope queried. “We have a wireless charging station over here if you’d like to charge it.”

“Ummm, sure,” you replied, standing up with your phone in hand and the egg in the other. “Does this also need to be charged?”

“No, we make sure they are all fully charged before we give them to the clients,” J-Hope assured you. “What’s a toy if you can’t play with it right away? Here, let me show you how to use it, yeah?”

J-Hope put on a new set of gloves and helped you download an app to control the functions of your new toy and even showed you how to sync it to a music playlist which would match the vibrations to the rhythms of each song.

“So pick out your music and you’re good to go,” J-Hope remarked. “Would like me to get you started, princess? I think Suga is ready to start your treatment.”

You glanced over at Suga with questioning eyes and his lips quirked into a small smile.

“It’s ok, beautiful,” Suga cooed. “You and I can play later, I promise. Why don’t you get that robe off for us and lie on the table, huh?”

You giggled at his adorable response and handed over your phone and toy to J-Hope before stepping away to disrobe. You unabashedly slid the robe down your body and tossed it on the chair before laying facedown on the table. You shifted your gaze to Suga to catch his eyes roving over your naked form in appreciation. You both shared a wicked smile as J-Hope turned on the toy and filled the room with a soft buzzing sound. He made sure the velvety egg was properly synced to your phone and then walked over to the table.

“Now, princess,” he began. “Do you have a preference on where I put this little toy?”

“Specialist’s choice,” you challenged. “I trust you.”

A large slender hand wrapped around your calf causing you to jolt slightly. Your elevated heart rate slowed as J-Hope massaged your calf lightly.

“Comfort level, princess?” J-Hope asked. “I need to know before I continue.”

“7,” you hummed. “Definitely a 7.”

“You’re so eager,” Suga chuckled. “I like that. Are you ready for your scrubdown, beautiful?”

“Absolutely,” you breathed out as J-Hope continued to massage your legs. “Whatever is in that bowl smells heavenly.”

“We added some essential oils to relax you as we scrub,” he informed you while grabbing a handful of the mixture. “I have to warn you, this treatment is a little intense. The ginseng is going to energize you, but the cayenne is going to make your skin feel heated. If it’s too much, you need to let us know.”

“I will,” you promised. “Thank you for the warning.”

“Ok, then I’m going to start,” Suga announced. “J-Hope will join me as soon as he gets that toy of yours situated.”

“Oh yeah?” you mused. “And when is he-”

Soothing instrumental music filled the room as J-Hope started your playlist. You yelped as you felt the pulsating vibrations on the back of your thigh. J-Hope began simultaneously massaging your lower limbs while trailing the vibrating egg along your skin.

“Ah, J-Hope,” you preened. “Don’t tease me.”

“No?” he giggled. “You seem to like it? Just look at how aroused you are right now.”

J-Hope slipped the egg between your legs and gathered the arousal leaking down your thighs. He rubbed the tip across your glistening slit and relished the subtle undulations he was causing.

“Hold still for a moment, princess,” J-Hope instructed. “I need to get this inside of you so I can help Suga.”

The vibrations left your body as Suga stood at the front of the table just in front of your face. He leaned forward and spread two handfuls of the scrub mixture across your back and began lightly massaging it into your upper back and shoulders. The rough texture paired with the soothing scent felt magnificent and the slight pressure he was using caused you to moan out softly.

“That feels so good, Suga,” you gasped. “Your hands are magical.”

“Magical, huh?” Suga smirked. “Just wait until later, beautiful. My hands can do so much more.”

He continued to scrub your shoulders and arms while you noticed the buzzing sound approaching the table once again. Before you could ask any questions, you felt a hand grip the back of your thigh. J-Hope’s thumb rubbed small circles while getting closer to your dripping center. The now lubricated egg made another appearance at your entrance and he slowly worked it inside while reaching underneath you to stimulate your hardened clit.

Once the egg was fully inside, you could feel it grazing just below your G-spot and your hips writhed slightly trying to reach that one spot. You tried to arch your back, but both Suga and J-Hope braced your body to hold you still.

“Try not to move too much, sweetheart,” Suga suggested. “This treatment works best if you hold still. Let us move your body for you.”

“But it feels so good,” you whimpered as the vibrations to the beat of your selected playlist.

“I know it does,” chuckled J-Hope. “Be a good girl and let us take care of you, yeah?”

You took a deep breath and resisted the urge to squirm on the table. Four hands began scrubbing your skin with the oiled salt-sugar mixture and you couldn’t decide what was more distracting: their skilled hands or the little bundle of pleasure edging you with every down beat. Each sweeping motion tingled and the added bonus of exfoliation intensified the overall sensations you were experiencing. You started to find a manageable position to endure both their ministrations and the stimulation down below, but then Suga tapped you on the shoulder and asked you to turn over.

As soon as you got onto your back, you realized that you were in trouble. Your nipples were standing fully erect and both J-Hope and Suga now had a clear view of the copious arousal leaking out of your hypersensitive sex. In addition, the ginseng and cayenne were at war on your skin, spreading a soothing warmth and also inciting a surge of energy that only facilitated more stimulation. You moaned out at the simultaneous stimuli and your specialists grinned.

“Problems, princess?” Suga teased. “What’s your comfort level?”

“U-ummm,” you stuttered. “A 6, but only because I’m a little frustrated.”

“Frustrated, huh?” J-Hope giggled. “Can you hold out a little longer, princess? Suga and I promise to take care of that as soon as we’re done with this treatment. These materials can irritate your sensitive areas, so we need to be careful.”

“O-ok,” you pouted while shifting slightly on the table. “I’ll be good.”

“That’s right, beautiful,” Suga expressed while scrubbing your arms. “Who’s our good girl?”

“I am,” you sighed while closing your eyes. “I’m your good girl.”

Suga leaned down and brushed his lips across your cheek before sliding his hands down your chest and onto your breasts. You gasped as his fingers pulled on your hardened peaks, but then you felt another set of hands join him and you involuntarily moaned out.

“Oh, she liked that,” J-Hope affirmed. “Your tits are amazing, princess. So full and plump.”

“Are you really that surprised, J-Hope?” Suga chuckled. You felt how firm and luscious her ass was. She’s fucking perfect.”

You squealed inwardly at their laudatory statements, you couldn’t help smiling as they continued to shower you with compliments about your body. J-Hope and Suga began alternating their hands across your body while scrubbing into every possible crevice, spreading the lovely tingling warmth to all of your extremities.

“Ok, princess,” J-Hope announced. “It’s time to rinse. Let Suga help you off the table. I’ll get the shower ready.”

Suga took your hand and helped you sit up on the table. Once you stepped down, he led you behind a wall of glass bricks which hid a small shower area. J-Hope adjusted the temperature of the water before turning on the spray nozzles mounted on top of the wall. 

Once Suga removed your hair tie, he maneuvered you under the nozzles, and he and J-Hope began sweeping their hands across your body to remove the excess granules and oils lingering on your body. Each caress caused jolts of pleasure which were intensified by the ceaseless pulsations between your legs. You shifted your weight back and forth trying to build up some friction, but their actions didn’t allow enough stimulation and you were left whining slightly as your gratification drifted away time and time again.

On the plus side, both J-Hope and Suga were showing more of themselves than before. The white linen was clinging to their skin as more and more of their clothing soaked up the sudsy water. The two of them seemed completely unconcerned about the fact that their clothes were getting completely drenched. You licked your lips as lean muscle and hard lines were revealed bit by bit.

Not that I’m complaining. These two are a sight to see, especially when they’re dripping wet.

Once they were satisfied that your skin was clear of the scrub mix, they grabbed a couple of loofahs and began lathering your skin with a spicy scented body wash. You wanted to argue that you could wash your own body, but the lingering touches and gentle gropes quickly put that idea to bed. You didn’t fail to notice that their fingertips paid extra special attention to your breasts, ass, and inner thighs.

These fucking teases!

J-Hope pulled back to wring out his loofah and place it back in the basket and Suga did the same. You squirmed in exasperation as their hands left your body and another whine escaped your lips as a heavy bass line started up on your playlist. You closed your eyes and tried to focus on the vibrations while rubbing your thighs together slightly.

“Still feeling frustrated, princess?” J-Hope murmured into your ear. “Would you like a reward for being such a good girl?”

“Yes, please,” you groaned lightly. “Thank you.”

“So polite,” Suga chuckled. “I like her.”

J-Hope reached down and dipped his middle finger into your slippery folds. The soft squelches caused him to hum with delight.

“You hear that, princess?” he asked sweetly. “You’re soaking wet down here. Is this all for us? Did we get you this excited?”

“Mmmm, yes,” you moaned while gripping his shoulder tightly. “I couldn’t concentrate on anything else while you were touching me.”

Suga placed one hand on your lower back and reached up with the other to roll one of your nipples between his fingers. You yelped as he pinched it slightly and pulled, but it quickly morphed into a moan as J-Hope tugged on the egg and pulled it out of your drenched pussy. He circled your swollen clit with the vibrating toy and pulled moan after moan out of your mouth. You were so distracted by his actions that you didn’t realize Suga’s hand was dipping further south.

You squealed with pleasure as his deft fingers slipped into your aching core from behind and your hips rocked back against them impatiently. You were desperately trying to reach your climax, but it just kept building higher and higher.

“Come on, beautiful,” Suga gruffed into your ear seductively. “Just let go.”

His raspy voice snapped your synapses into place and the orgasm you’d been chasing exploded like dynamite. You nearly screamed as wave after wave of ecstasy erupted across your nerve endings, and they held you in place and helped you ride it out like true gentlemen. Once the pleasure shifted into overstimulation, you tugged at their wrists.

“3, guys,” you groaned fretfully. “Give me some time to recover.”

They immediately ceased their actions and allowed you some time to gather your composure. You stepped back into the stream of water and quickly swept away any excess arousal from between your legs and let out a large satisfied sigh. Once you were done, they turned off the water and began putting things back in their place.

“That was incredible,” you proclaimed. “Thank you.”

“Oh, it was our pleasure, beautiful,” Suga drawled. “Did you enjoy your first treatment?”

“Enjoy it?” you blurted out. “If all of the treatments are that good, I may never leave this spa. How many treatments am I getting anyway?”

“7, actually,” J-Hope smiled. “The scrub was your first, and the second is some time in the steam room. Let me get you a few towels and show you to the sauna. Suga and I will get changed while you enjoy your steam.”

“You’re not joining me?” you asked. “I’ll be all alone?”

They exchanged a look and grinned at your pouty face. J-Hope tossed a fluffy towel over to Suga and they began to dry off your body and hair. J-Hope wrapped your torso in an oversized towel while Suga began to pat your hair dry.

“If you want us to join you, we certainly can,” Suga responded while meticulously squeezing the excess water out of your hair. “Just give us a sec to get changed. We can’t go in there soaking wet.”

“You could just take your clothes off, y’know,” you joked. “I mean, I’m just going to be wearing a towel. You guys could do the same.”

“Let’s listen to the gorgeous client, J-Hope,” Suga argued. “She makes some very valid points.”

“Ok, ok,” J-Hope snickered. “If princess wants us naked, then naked we will be. You can’t hold us responsible for any shenanigans that may occur while we’re naked though.”

“Deal,” you confirmed with a smirk. “Who knows what might happen when we’re all hot and sweaty?”

The two specialists laughed at your insinuation and they lifted their linen shirts over their heads. The fabric landed in a soggy heap on the floor, and your eyes roved over the glistening skin revealed to you. J-Hope’s honeyed skin was rippling with lean sinewy muscle, while Suga’s alabaster skin gleamed under the lights like fresh cream. You didn’t even realize you were biting your lip until Suga reached up to pull it out from between your teeth.

“Hungry, beautiful?” he mused. “I could get you a snack, if you want.”

“I’m good on snacks,” you countered with a wink. “But I am a little thirsty.”

J-Hope shook his head and chuckled at your words. Most clients took a while to let loose, but you jumped right in and he was loving it. He noticed Suga’s tongue poking out the corner of his mouth and he decided to let the two of you have a little fun. It was only fair since he got to play with you first.

“Since our princess is so thirsty, let me go get her something to drink,” J-Hope proposed. “Suga, will you show her to the steam room?”

“With pleasure,” Suga agreed. “Come along, beautiful. Let’s get you comfortable.”

Suga led you across the room to a frosted glass door with the word “Sauna” scrawled across the front in swirling letters. As soon as he opened the door, a wave of humidity assaulted your senses and your skin prickled with goose pimples at the shift in temperature.

“Your skin may be a little sensitive after the scrub,” Suga explained as he felt you shudder. “Give the steam a minute or two to regulate your body temperature and you will start to feel better. Have a seat inside, beautiful. I’m going to get myself into a towel and then I will join you, yeah?”

“Ok,” you pouted. “Don’t be gone too long.”

You took a seat on the corner of the L-shaped bench and stretched your legs out. True to his word, the discomfort you’d felt upon entry was slowly dissipating with every drop of perspiration that left your pores. Somehow, the scrub invigorated your skin and the steam was now bringing it back down to a state of complete relaxation.

They really plan these treatments out well.

The door opened to reveal both Suga and J-Hope with towels wrapped around their waists. J-Hope was carrying three large bottles of water, and he handed one over to you and one to Suga. They sat on either side of you, with Suga pulling your legs over his lap and J-Hope wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Ok, princess,” J-Hope began. “You get a 15 minute steam, and then we’ll take you to your next treatment. How does that sound?”

“Only 15 minutes?” you whined. “Why so little?”

“The steam is going to dehydrate your body, beautiful,” Suga explained while rubbing your feet. “After scrubbing you down, your body needs to sweat out the excess. The shower only does so much.”

“Drink your water, princess,” J-Hope reminded you. “We can’t have our lovely client thirsty, now can we?”

You nodded and took a long drink of water, not realizing how thirsty you actually were. Suga’s hands continued trailing across your skin and you were mesmerized by the prominent veins gleaming under the surface. You didn’t even realize that you were breathing heavily until J-Hope’s delicate fingers caught your towel just as it became untucked from your heaving breasts.

“Someone is a little excited,” J-Hope teased while moving your hair away from your neck. “Aren’t Suga’s hands pretty on your skin, princess?”

“Y-yeah,” you gulped. “They really are.”

“Would you like to see what else they can do, beautiful?” Suga challenged while licking his lips. “I only gave you a little taste earlier.”

“I mean I’m not gonna say no,” you giggled. “But I’m also wondering about that tongue of yours.”

Suga grinned a big gummy smile at you before pulling your leg up to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to your ankle and your breath hitched. He suckled lightly at your skin before you saw a flash of pink sneak out and trace a long stripe across the top of your foot. J-Hope’s fingers tugged lightly at your towel, and on the next lick Suga’s tongue inflicted on your skin, the towel fell open to expose your heated skin heaving in anticipation.

“So pretty,” J-Hope commented while kissing your bare shoulder. “You have no idea what you’re doing to us, do you, princess?”

“She really doesn’t” Suga chuckled in a dulcet tone while nipping at your toe with his lips. “She just sits there looking like some kind of goddess, tempting us over and over again.”

Suga slotted himself between your legs and licked his way up to your center. With one fluid motion, his tongue swirled the arousal nestled around your clit and he groaned as he swallowed.

“Holy fuck, that’s good,” he hissed. “We gotta get you out of here, beautiful. We might break the sauna if we turn the heat up any more.”

“Don’t stop,” you whined. “I want more of that tongue of yours.”

“You’ll get more, princess,” J-Hope promised. “We just need to get out of the sauna. We can’t risk getting too physical in here, it’s not safe. Come on.”

He helped you stand while Suga wrapped the towel around your body, making sure to tuck in the end so it wouldn’t fall. Suga walked over to the door of the sauna and held it open as you and J-Hope walked out, grabbing your tote as you exited. Suga held your robe open while J-Hope removed your towel and tossed it in a laundry bin. Once you were wrapped up in the cozy terry cloth, J-Hope and Suga traded their towels for a clean set of linen clothes.

They led you down the hall and into a large room with a wide in-ground pond full of steaming purple water. There were sprigs of white and purple flowers floating on the surface and a lovely sweet scent filling your nostrils.

“That smells amazing,” you sighed. “What is that?”

“That is the soaking pool,” Suga explained. “After your mud bath, you get a 20 minute soak in the pool. We had it prepared with lavender and vanilla blossoms just for you, beautiful.”

“A mud bath?” you queried. “Didn’t you just get me all cleaned up? You’re going to get me dirty again?”

“In more ways than one, princess,” J-Hope teased. “Let’s just say that your spa treatments today will alternate between dirty and clean.”

“So what’s next?” you purred. “I hope it’s dirty.”

“Oh, it’s very dirty, beautiful,” Suga murmured behind you. “You’re gonna love it.”

J-Hope pulled you over to the other end of the room next to a massive Japanese soaking tub filled with sludgy gray liquid. You stood on the thick padded mats surrounding the tub while the two specialists gathered an assortment of bottles and glass containers and then spread them out on a shelf by the tub.

“Ok, princess, it’s time to choose,” J-Hope informed you. “The mud is already mixed with crushed volcanic rock to help with exfoliation, but we do have additives that can make the experience even more satisfying.”

“Really?” you wondered aloud. “Like what?”

“Well, there’s the usual things like flowers or plants,” Suga explained. “We have a lot of combinations that can soothe your skin or create a scent while you bathe. However, there are some infused oils we can add that can give you a different kind of experience.”

“You had me at different,” you smiled. “Tell me about these oils.”

“We have a few cannabis infused oils here that we harvest from our farm,” J-Hope pointed out. “There are THC oils and CBD oils, so depending on whether you’re looking for relaxation or recreation, you can choose what to mix into your mud bath.”

You perused the collection and picked out a CBD oil called Otsukare and you noted the amount of CBD infused into the oil. Considering the insanity of the school year you just finished, you needed a nice deep relaxing experience. You handed the oil over to Suga and he nodded once before pour the oil into the tub. He hit a button on the side and a small motor started up, filling the room with a soft buzz.

“The oil needs to be mixed in completely before you can get in, beautiful,” Suga explained. “We will just have to find something to occupy our time until it’s ready.”

J-Hope stepped behind you and ran his hands up and down your arms, his nose nuzzling against your hair as you released an enthusiastic hum.

“What did you have in mind?” you breathed out.

Suga stepped in front of you and parted your robe before reaching down to feel the slickness between your thighs. Your breath stuttered as he delved into your folds with his skilled digits.

“You’re still so wet, beautiful,” Suga groaned. “I love how responsive you are.”

You stifled your moans by biting on your bottom lip, embarrassed by the loud echoes bouncing off the walls. J-Hope chuckled at your display of restraint and tilted your head back so he could point to the silvery globe in the corner of the room.

“Why hold back, princess?” J-Hope whispered. “Jimin can see everything going on in every inch of this place. I guarantee he’s been watching us this entire time.”

“Oh, definitely,” Suga agreed. “If not him, then it’s probably Jungkook. So let go of that lip, sweetheart. Let us hear how good we’re making you feel.”

Your eyes widened at the thought of someone watching this lewd display and the shock loosened your tongue completely. Your wails reverberated across the walls as Suga’s fingers began pumping in and out of your dripping cunt. J-Hope slipped your robe off completely and cupped your breasts with his large hands as he nibbled on your earlobe.

You closed your eyes as you imagined either Jimin or Jungkook witnessing the debauchery unfolding. Just the thought of those delicious specimens caused you to clench around Suga’s fingers and he groaned at the sensation.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Suga mused. “I think she likes that the boys are probably watching us ravage her, J-Hope.”

“I think you’re right,” J-Hope snickered while pulling gently on your nipples. “Let’s give the boys a real show, yeah? What’s your comfort level, princess?”

“It’s a 7, fuck,” you croaked out as Suga curled his fingers along your G-spot. “Yeah, it’s totally a 7.”

“Would you like to play with some more of those toys you have in your tote?” Suga asked. “We’d love to help you give them a test run.”

“Yeah, we can do that,” you mewled as he pulled out his fingers and ran the excess arousal around your swollen clit. “Pick something out. I’m ok with everything in that bag.”

Suga lifted his fingers and sucked on them while smiling. He took his shirt off and dried off the excess before walking over to retrieve an item from your tote. J-Hope spun you around and kneeled so his tongue could dive into the mess Suga left between your legs. You ran your fingers through his light brown tresses as he bestowed your pussy with a neverending onslaught of French kisses. You were so enthralled by his fancy tongue work that you didn’t realize Suga was behind you until you felt his fingers sneaking between your ass cheeks to spread a slippery liquid that warmed as he probed at your puckered rim.

“Guess what I found, beautiful,” Suga teased. “J-Hope and I are going to make sure you release some more of that tension before we put you in that mud bath. Let’s get you prepped first, yeah?”

His skilled finger worked its way into your well lubricated asshole and one finger quickly became two as he scissored your back entrance open. The dual stimulation from both Suga and J-Hope tingled across your nerve endings as your body was finely tuned with pleasure. Your moans went up an octave as you felt something smooth and blunt vibrate against your lubricated hole.

“Comfort level, beautiful,” Suga said in a raspy voice dripping with lust. “Tell me before I put this in.”

“7!” you wailed. “Please, 7!”

“You heard her,” J-Hope groaned as he stood up, wiping his glistening face. “Go ahead, put it in.”

You braced yourself against J-Hope’s chest as you felt Suga’s slowly push the vibrating toy in. You whimpered at the stretch, and J-Hope stroked your hair and kissed your temple until you felt the toy taper off and then nestle snugly just inside your ass.  

“I guess you found the butt plug, Suga?” you gritted out. “Not what I thought you’d choose.”

“You did say we could choose anything, beautiful,” Suga shrugged before laying his hand heavily across your right ass cheek. “And this ass is too perfect not to play with.”

“Where’s the remote?” J-Hope asked. “I want to play with it.”

“I set it to alternate patterns every 3 minutes,” Suga informed him. “We have other things we can play with.”

J-Hope’s wolfish grin sent a chill down your spine as the vibrations changed from a steady buzz to a series of sharp pulses. You yelped at the transition and then nearly purred when you saw both specialists shedding their clothes once again to reveal their fully erect penises. While J-Hope’s cock was a dusky pink, Suga’s was a shade lighter. What they had in common was impressive girth and a turgid length that made your mouth water.

“Hungry again, beautiful?” Suga teased. “Do you want a little taste before we wrap them up for playtime?”

Suga began languidly stroking his dick while J-Hope slipped his fingers into your hair and pulled your face toward him. The fire dancing around his dilated pupils made you tremble with anticipation, and his voice dropped an octave when he finally spoke.

“Comfort level, princess.” J-Hope gritted out. “Things are about to get a little intense, and we need to know that you’re ok with it.”

“Still a 7,” you whined. “You’d be surprised how much I can take.”

J-Hope chuckled and leaned in to nip at your earlobe as Suga stepped in to do the same. You sighed at their lavish treatment and started running your hands along the hard planes of their bodies. A harsh pull from J-Hope’s hand stopped your exploration and you sucked in a deep breath.

“On your knees, princess,” J-Hope instructed. “Make sure we’re good and ready for you.”

Your knees hit the mat the instant that J-Hope released your hair and you gazed up at your pair of pleasure specialists. Suga tossed a condom over to J-Hope and they looked down and smiled at your acquiescence.

“Such a good girl, isn’t she?” Suga cooed. “Look at how pretty she looks on her knees, just waiting for us to wreck her.”

You smiled widely at his words and pulled your lip between your teeth before reaching out to take both of their cocks into your hands. They both reached down to stroke your hair as you began sinking onto each of their lengths, dragging and swirling your tongue to collect every drop of precum that presented itself. They each had a unique flavor and mixing the two together proved to be an intoxicating combination.

He and Suga were alternating soft moans as you continued to stroke, lick, and suck at them hungrily. You started rocking your hips back forth, desperate for some kind of friction down below. The butt plug was still sending jolts of pleasure in alternating rhythms, but it simply wasn’t enough.

“Easy, princess,” J-Hope groaned. “We don’t want you tiring yourself out before we get a chance to play with you.”

Suga gently pulled you off his dick by your hair, but you refused to have your new toy taken away from you, so he pulled a little harder to get your attention. You whined in protest as they both helped you to your feet, but you were quickly silenced by Suga’s magnificent tongue diving into your open mouth. You were so distracted by his hypnotic kisses that you almost missed the sound of a condom wrapper being opened behind you. Suga pulled back and pressed one last lingering kiss to your mouth before spinning you around to face J-Hope.

“I hope you’re ready for me, princess,” J-Hope announced. “Because I’m going in.”

J-Hope pulled you into his arms and picked you up bridal style. As he was kneeling onto the mats, you latched onto his lips and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. As your ass hit the mat, you immediately spread your legs to accommodate his svelte frame. You only released his lips to moan when you felt him teasing your clit with the head of his cock. A copious amount of arousal collected onto his throbbing length and he groaned as you rolled your hips against him.

“Be patient, princess,” J-Hope begged. “There’s no need to rush.”

“Yeah,” Suga smirked while rolling on a condom. “We’re not going anywhere.”

You felt J-Hope breach past your glistening folds as he sheathed his cock inside your velvety walls in one thrust. You were so aroused that he slid right in, stretching you out so nicely that you mewled in ecstasy. The vibrations from the butt plug caused you both to groan as they shifted yet again to a different rhythm. You clenched tightly around his shaft in response and he moaned deliciously above you.

“Oh my gods,” J-Hope murmured. “You’re squeezing me so tightly, princess.”

“Well, that’s great for you,” Suga mused. “But how am I going to fit if she doesn’t relax a little?”

Your lust-addled brain flickered into clarity briefly to consider what Suga just uttered.

Fit? What does he mean fit?

J-Hope’s shallow thrusts increased in pace until you were writhing against his hips to multiply the amount of friction. You were losing yourself to the wondrous sensation of J-Hope’s dick plunging into your depths and the shifting vibrations of the butt plug, so you dismissed Suga’s odd comment.

“Hold on, princess,” J-Hope muttered. “I want to see you ride me.”

With amazing coordination, he rolled onto his back while keeping you both connected. Now that you had control of the situation, you planted your palms on his golden chest and started bouncing away on his stiff cock, loving the erotic sight of his hair splayed on the mat and his half-lidded eyes watching your tits as they defied gravity over and over again. You were well on your way to a blazing orgasm when you felt Suga wrap his long fingers around your neck.

“That’s it, beautiful,” Suga murmured in an impassioned voice. “Get that pussy nice and wet for me.”

His fingers tightened slightly around your throat and you gasped slightly as your vision became a little fuzzy. You felt him kneel behind you and then wrap his other arm around your waist. J-Hope’s hands gripped your hips and rocked you back and forth on his dick while Suga’s fingers quickly found your clit. With both of them working in tandem, you soared into a blinding orgasm that left you shaking and lifeless on J-Hope’s chest.

You were just about to try and lift up your head when you felt Suga pushing the blunt head of his cock against your quivering entrance.

“Come on, gorgeous,” Suga prompted. “Relax a little and let me inside. I want to feel this glorious cunt that J-Hope keeps whining about.”

J-Hope lifted your head and gently licked his way inside of your mouth. With your mind focused on his magnificent kissing skills, your body released the tension you were unconsciously holding onto and you squeaked as you felt Suga’s engorged mushroom tip glide its way into your yielding pussy alongside J-Hope. The burning stretch was slightly overwhelming, but with both men soothing you and the vibrations in your ass stimulating you, more and more of your golden ichor leaked from your pussy to accommodate both cocks as they began to grind their hips against you.

“Holy fuck, beautiful,” Suga grunted. “J-Hope wasn’t lying. Your pussy feels fucking amazing. Oh man, I think I live here now.”

“Told you, dude,” J-Hope groaned. “This precious little doll can take both of us and still feel tight as hell.”

The tightness in your clit was growing exponentially and as their thrusts grew more forceful, the overwhelming amount of stimulation started to push you over the edge once again. Suga started fiddling with the controls on the bottom of the butt plug and switched to a full blown consistent vibration which threw all three of you into a moaning mess.

Both men pounded into your pussy as a deluge of arousal gushed forth, and before you could try to form a coherent thought, your body seized up and white light flashed across your vision. Your body went completely still as wave after wave of pleasure crashed throughout your body. The orgasm was so intense that you squirted all over the place, which caused both Suga and J-Hope to lose control and empty themselves into their condoms.

Suga slowly pulled out and sat back onto his heels and J-Hope rolled you onto your side so he could withdraw as well. You whined at the overstimulation caused by the butt plug still vibrating at full speed and Suga quickly found the remote control to turn it off. Once the buzzing ceased, you truly relaxed into the mats and breathed out a small giggle.

“That was fucking intense, guys,” you admitted. “But I”m still at fucking 7.”

J-Hope’s eyes widened and so did Suga’s gummy smile. They were afraid that they’d pushed you too far on your first visit, but it seemed like they still had a lot to learn about your limits. Suga got up and walked over to the tub and checked the consistency of the mud.

“Your bath is ready, gorgeous,” Suga announced. “Let’s get you into the tub, yeah?”

“But I’m all dirty,” you protested. “Should I rinse first?”

“Princess, you’re about to get into a tub of mud,” J-Hope reminded you. “I think dirty is the only thing you can be right now.”

You all laughed at the absurdity of his words and you simply nodded in agreement as they helped you off the mats and into the warm mud. Once you were submerged in the slick liquid, rested your head against the wall and breathed out a sigh of relief. The warmth was doing wonders for your aching muscles and the gentle exfoliation of the crushed volcanic rock felt marvelous. You were just about to ask about the CBD additive when you started to feel a slight tingle creep over your skin. The tingle grew into a gentle buzz that sent your body into a languid stupor of relaxation.

“Oh my,” you sighed. “You guys weren’t kidding about that oil. It feels amazing in here.”

The two specialists chuckled and started cleaning up the mess around the tub while checking on the soaking pool. You were just about to drift off into a light nap when Suga tapped on your shoulder.

“Ok, beautiful,” he called out. “It’s time to get out.”

“What?” you asked incredulously. “No, it feels so good in here. Let me stay in a little longer, please?”

“Nope, sorry,” J-Hope called out. “That volcanic rock may feel good now, but it will start to burn if you stay in too long. Come on, get up, princess.”

Reluctantly, you stood up in the tub and pulled yourself onto the mats. Suga turned off the motor for the tub and led you over to J-Hope who had a nozzled water hose with lukewarm water streaming out. Suga was quick to remind you that you needed to remove your butt plug before entering the pool, so you leaned onto J-Hope for support as he gently pulled it out and cleaned it before setting it back into your tote.

After they hosed you down, they led you over to the soaking pool and helped you step into the hot sweet water. With the flowers floating around you and the wisps of scented steam enveloping your senses, you felt like royalty with your servants walking around doing your bidding. Your twenty minutes in the tub passed sooner than you expected, and you were soon being hoisted out of the pool, dried off, and wrapped up in your robe once again. Once Suga and J-Hope were dressed in yet another set of linen clothes, you grabbed your tote and left down the hall for yet another room with a padded table.

This room was different though. There were diffusers releasing curls of peppermint mist around the room and the table had a hole on one end. You tossed your tote into a basket by the door and walked over to the table to await your instructions.

“Time for your massage, beautiful,” Suga informed you. “Take off your robe and get on the table. J-Hope and I need to get ready.”

“You’re both going to massage me?” you asked. “How does that even work?”

“Just like it did before, princess,” J-Hope smirked. “One on each side.”

You blushed slightly, remembering your previous activities, and disrobed before climbing onto the table face down. You listened as they wandered around the room gathering sundry items before stationing themselves on either side of the table.

“This is a carefully coordinated massage, princess,” J-Hope stated. “So please hold still, or we will have to punish you, is that understood?”

“Punish, huh?” you snorted. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Oh, gorgeous,” Suga remarked cooly. “That tongue of yours will get you into a lot of trouble one day.”

“That may be today,” J-Hope muttered. “Let’s see if she can behave, hmm?”

Instrumental music started up from the speaker in the corner and you felt a drizzle of warm liquid trail across your back from top to bottom. You shivered as it trickled down your sides and into any available crevice. Suga and J-Hope placed their wide palms on your back and spread the oil in small concentric circles until your entire back was covered.

You heard J-Hope count off and then the gentle pressure transformed into an intricate choreography of their fingertips wringing out every possible knot and ounce of tension left in your body. The only response you could give was a series of whimpers and groans when you felt a particularly stubborn knot refuse to budge or if their fingers dipped into sensitive areas. They reached a stopping point and removed their hands from your body.

“Ok, princess,” J-Hope said casually. “We need you to flip over. It’s time to massage your front.”

You whined loudly and huffed out an exhale of protest. Suga smacked your ass lightly and you lifted your head to pout at him.

“Don’t give me that look,” he reprimanded playfully. “Are you misbehaving? Do we need to punish you?”

“No,” you muttered while turning onto your side to face him. “I’m moving, I’m moving, geez.”

“So sassy,” J-Hope chuckled. “I think we should punish her a little anyway, just to work that sass out of her system. What do you think, Suga?”

Instead of replying, Suga simply smirked and walked over to the cabinet and started digging around for something. You turned onto your back and closed your eyes, feeling the stress of the past year just seep out onto the padded table.

I don’t know how much more relaxed I can get. These guys just chased all of those stress annoyances away with their magical hands.

A metallic jingle rang out in the room and you turned your head to see Suga holding up a length of fine chain connected to two small black clamps. The seven golden bells hanging along the chain jingled as he walked toward you.

“Since this is the Stay Gold Summer Special, let’s add a little more gold to your treatments,” Suga mused. “Every time you move and cause these bells to jingle, you will earn a spanking from us.”

“And don’t try to argue that we’re to blame,” J-Hope countered. “We will know when it’s our fault and when it’s not.”

You considered Suga’s words and decided that you were up to the challenge. You’d never tried nipple clamps before, but what the hell? A little spanking wasn’t going to scare you away from trying something new.

“Go ahead,” you prompted arrogantly. “A little pain never scared me.”

Suga chuckled at your response and leaned down to lavish your nipple with his tongue and J-Hope mirrored his actions on the other. Once both nipples were sufficiently erect, they each took a clamp and gently affixed it onto your hardened nubs. The pressure was sharp, but not unbearable. You took a deep breath and were pleased to see that your breath wouldn’t trigger a bell to go off accidentally. You were just about to close your eyes when a palm trailed across your thigh, causing your entire body to twitch involuntarily.

Ring, ring…

The seven bells jingled as your body twitched and you huffed out in frustration and glared at the offending hand belonging to J-Hope.

“What happened, princess?” he quirked. “Are we a little ticklish?”

“Just a little,” you admitted. “I can usually hold it in if I know it’s-”

SMACK!

You yelped in surprise as Suga’s heavy palm slammed down onto your exposed sex. The force of his slap left a harsh prickles along your clit and the telltale jingling sound that followed left you gritting your teeth. You snapped your eyes over to the smug smirk on Suga’s face and you narrowed your eyelids at him.

“What?” Suga shrugged. “We already told you. You move, you get spanked. I never specified where or when, did I?”

You pouted at him and his cool demeanor thawed just a bit. He leaned over you and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Was that too much for you, beautiful?” Suga asked sweetly. “What’s your comfort level?”

“Still a 7,” you muttered petulantly. “I was just surprised, that’s all.”

“If you say so, baby,” J-Hope snickered. “Now hold still while we finish your massage, ok?”

You nodded slightly as both he and Suga began their intricate hand choreography on your supine form. With the tension collecting at the tips of your breasts, you found it difficult to anticipate their fingers brushing along your ticklish zones. Much to your dismay, on more than one occasion, the bells rang out because you could suppress the urge to jerk and jostle your body away from them.

J-Hope took it upon himself to count each offense as they collected exponentially. Suga would periodically deliver a sharp slap to your thigh or even a lingering smack to your drenched center. Each lick of pain increased your arousal and you silently cursed the metallic traitors attached to your tits.

“Alright, princess,” Suga piped up. “We’re all done with your massage. J-Hope, what was the last count?”

“We still owe her 7,” J-Hope giggled. “Let’s switch hit.”

“You heard him, gorgeous,” Suga pointed out. “Time to take your punishment like a good girl. If you count them down, then I’ll give you a prize, yeah?”

They helped you to your feet and bent you over the table gently. Your stiff peaks hovered over the table and you rolled your eyes at the glint of silver and gold in the warm light. Two palms began rubbing circles onto your plump ass cheeks and you braced yourself for the impact. You didn’t know who was going to go first, but you were ready to take your licks like a champ.

SMACK!

Both palms landed across your ass without warning and they rubbed both hits in gently as your body jerked forward against the table. The shock and subsequent jingling wore off quickly, and you remembered Suga’s promise and the bells ceased their taunting tinkling.

“One,” you gasped. “Two.”

“Good girl,” Suga replied. “Keep it up. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

They alternated spanks across both of your cheeks until the count reached seven. You spoke out the last count and slumped on the table trying to catch your breath. The combination of the spanks and the tension on your nipples was dizzying and you needed some sort of relief.

As though he could hear your silent prayer, J-Hope reached over and began rubbing a soothing cream over your reddened flesh. He murmured sweet nothings to you while he diligently chased away any lingering pain remaining from your punishment and you beamed at each uttered phrase from his lips.

“You’ve been such a good girl, beautiful,” Suga remarked. “Turn around, baby, and I’ll give you that prize I mentioned.”

You didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t Suga falling to his knees in front of you. He kissed across your hips and all the way to your center and you spread your legs further to accommodate his slim frame. He meticulously licked his way to your sweet spot and lavished your dripping folds with unparalleled affection. Your delicious moans mixed in with the successive jingles from the nipple clamps and you entertained the notion that you’d become an instrument for Suga to play. His diligent tongue technique was befuddling your senses and you submitted yourself to the symphony he was orchestrating between your thighs.

J-Hope made his way behind the table and he hopped onto it so he could straddle your body from behind. He brushed your hair away from your face so he could get a better look at the erotic facial expressions you were making. The tears forming at the corners of your eyes spoke volumes about how worked up you were getting.

“That’s it, baby,” J-Hope coaxed you along salaciously. “Don’t hold anything back. Let it all out.”

Suga’s slipped two fingers into your creamy pussy as his tongue began rigorously concentrating on your throbbing clitoris. As if anticipating your impending climax, J-Hope abandoned your hair and began gently tugging at the clamps still firmly attached to your nipples. As your body locked up to process your orgasm, he pulled the clamps from your tits completely, leaving a sweet blinding sting behind that he quickly soothed with his warm fingers. Suga stood up and grabbed a nearby towel to wipe his face clean and his gummy smile at your satiated state brightened the room substantially.

“Feel better, princess?” J-Hope whispered against your tear stained cheeks. “Did you like Suga’s prize?”

“It was incredible,” you sighed. “You guys are so attentive, I don’t know what to say. I wish everyday could be like this.”

The two specialists laughed at your wishful thinking and helped you back into your luxurious robe. You retrieved your tote from the basket and let them lead you down the hall to a small room with a pedicure chair. Suga took your tote and set it aside while J-Hope helped you into the chair. While J-Hope fiddled with the foot soaking tub controls, Suga grabbed a brush and began gently brushing the tangles out of your still damp hair.

“Ok, princess,” J-Hope said as the tub began bubbling. “Put your feet in the tub. Suga will apply your hair mask and face mask while I work on your pedicure. While the masks are doing their thing, he will also do your manicure. How does that sound?”

“That sounds like heaven,” you admitted. “I’m feeling so pampered today. Two gorgeous men attending to my every need? A girl could get used to this.”

They hummed in agreement as they worked tirelessly to get you all set up with multitudinous spa treatments at once. The hair mask was thick and fluffy golden cloud on top of your head and the face mask was jet black with flecks of gold peeking through. Suga briefly explained the various elements of each mask, but you were too caught up in J-Hope’s foot massage to retain any of that information. By the time they were both done completing their tasks, you were floating on a cloud of pure bliss.

“Ok, beautiful, feet up,” J-Hope instructed. “Suga is going to help you rinse off those masks while I clean this up.”

Suga led you over to a large sink where he got your hair and face rinsed completely before dabbing them dry with a large towel. You felt a little wobbly from the rollercoaster of activities throughout the day, and you were hoping for a break in the schedule.

“So what’s next, guys?” you piped up. “What other adventure do you have in store for me?”

“Oh, it’s a good one, beautiful,” Suga professed. “You’re going to love it.”

“Oh yeah?” you quipped. “What is it?”

“It’s a surprise,” J-Hope proclaimed. “We’re taking you back to your room for your last treatment of the day.”

Suga handed over your tote and the three of you wandered back down the hall to Room 7. You located your golden key within your tote and unlocked the door. Once the three of you were inside, Suga walked over to the closet and pulled out a stack of satin pajamas.

“Ready for your last treatment, baby?” J-Hope asked.

You looked at both of them and were perplexed. Nothing in the room suggested any form of debauchery or pampering, so what were you supposed to be looking at?

“What kind of treatment is it?” you asked. “I’m a little confused.”

“It’s a nap,” Suga beamed. “I know we put you through a lot of ups and downs today, but what better way to relax after all that than to take a nap?”

“What? How?” you sputtered. “The only place to nap is that lounger and we don’t all fit.”

J-Hope stepped forward and lifted the bottom of the lounger cushion to reveal a fold out bed. The mattress was topped with a thick memory foam topper and covered in luscious purple sheets. Suga nudged your shoulder and nodded at the pajamas in his hand.

“So which ones do you want, beautiful?” he murmured. “Pants, shorts, nightie, nothing?”

“I’ll take the shorts,” you giggled. “I think I need a break from sexual activity for a while. You guys wore me out today, but in the best possible way.”

Everyone changed into the soft pajamas and cuddled up on the bed. There was just enough room for all three of you to stretch out and snuggle into one another. You nuzzled into J-Hope’s chest and Suga curled around your frame as the big spoon. With a simple voice command, the room plunged into darkness and you felt the day slowly vanishing as you slipped into sweet oblivion in between your phenomenal new playmates. --------- “Wake up, angel,” a soft tinkling voice called out to you. “Wake up.”

You groaned slightly and stretched out on the bed like some kind of cat. When you opened your eyes, the room was dimly lit and both J-Hope and Suga were gone. Jimin’s angelic face smiled sweetly at you from across the bed. He was laid out beside you and obviously amused by your sleepy heavy face.

“Where did Suga and J-Hope go?” you pouted. “I thought we were taking a nap together.”

“You were, cutie,” Jimin confirmed. “But they had to leave a while ago to go prepare for tomorrow’s client. They didn’t want to wake you before you were ready. I came to check on you since we’re closing up soon.”

You sat up in bed and tried to shake the slumber out of your eyes. Jimin giggled softly and helped you stand up. You glanced around the room, wondering where to start.

“Why don’t you go into the bathroom and change into your regular clothes?” Jimin suggested. “I will gather up your things and prepare a little to-go basket for you. Does that sound good?”

You nodded and smiled at Jimin and you sighed at his adorable half moon eye smile.

Now that is something I don’t mind waking up to. The Universe blessed this boy with the most endearing features. I just want to squish his adorable face.

You changed into your clothes and walked out with the pajamas you’d worn. Before you could ask Jimin where to put them, he folded them and placed them in your tote. A loud knock boomed from the door and you could swear you could feel the annoyance seeping out of Jimin’s face. He opened the door to reveal an enthusiastic Jungkook carrying an empty basket lined with purple satin.

“Do you have to be so loud, Jungkook?” Jimin snapped. “Have some respect for our lovely guest.”

“Sorry,” Jungkook deflated. “Can I help make her basket, Jimin?”

“Yeah, go ahead,” Jimin waved him off. “Make sure you aren’t just putting in things that you like. Remember when we discussed the meaning of the word variety?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jungkook scoffed. “I know.”

While Jungkook began piling snacks and other sundry items into the basket, Jimin stepped forward and offered to help you fix your hair. It was sticking up all over the place after your nap, and he quickly smoothed out the tangles and styled it into a twist. He produced a decorative hair stick from a drawer and secured the twist in place and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

“Perfect,” he breathed out. “Absolutely perfect.”

“The basket is ready,” Jungkook announced. “Can I carry it out for her?”

“Yes, of course,” Jimin agreed. “Let’s get her over to reception so I can get her all checked out for the day.”

After returning your key and signing a few forms, Jimin handed over the receipt for the day’s activities along with a folder filled with information about the spa and an application for membership.

“All Bangtan Blossoms members are allowed to give out a spa day treatment like the one you experienced today,” Jimin explained. “If you decided that you’d like to take advantage of that special offer, just give me a call, cutie. I’ll hook you up with some fantastic spa swag and maybe even a little extra.”

You considered his offer as you tracked his tongue poking out to lick his lips seductively. The twinkle of mischief was dancing across his pupils again and you memorized the look in his eyes to get you through the next couple of nights.

Oh, I’m definitely going to be thinking about that.

“Thank you, Jimin,” you replied. “I will absolutely keep that in mind.”

He walked you and Jungkook to the door and sent you off with another suggestive kiss on the inside of your wrist. 

“See you soon,” Jimin whispered with yearning. “I hope.”

Jimin licked his lips and cocked an eyebrow at you before sauntering back behind the reception desk. Jungkook glanced back and forth between the two of you with a predatory look in his eyes and you shook off the fleeting tingle of passion Jimin incited. 

“Let me see you out to your car, sweetheart,” Jungkook offered. “It’s the least I can do.”

Jungkook held the door open for you as you exited the spa and headed for the parking lot. The sun was just dipping down to the horizon, and you gawked at the realization that you’d spent an entire day at the spa.

Worth. Every. Second.

Jungkook placed your gift basket and tote in your backseat before opening your car door for you like a gentleman.

“I hope you had a good time with us today,” Jungkook said. “If you did, that means you’ll probably come back. From what we saw today, I definitely want you to come back.”

“From what you saw?” you choked out. “What do you mean?”

The guilty smile creeping across his face said it all, but the wink he gave you only confirmed your suspicions. They’d been watching you all day. He lifted your hand to give it another kiss and spun around to walk back to the spa. You were left in the parking lot trying to clear the rush of blood that was dusting your cheeks pink.

These guys will be the death of me. I swear.

The only thought running through your mind as you drive home was figuring out when you’d be able to visit them again.

Soon, I hope.

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed this little visit to the Bangtan Blossoms Spa. I know I did. If the Muse strikes again, maybe we can visit some of the other specialists? We’ll see ^-^

@caught-in-a-seesaw-stigma​‘s MASTERLIST

[okimargarvez]

TATTOO

Original title: Tattoo.

Prompt: Penelope has a tattoo, Luke makes a list, Luke hot thoughts about Penelope’s body.

Warning: sexual thoughts, 13x7. Genre: romantic, smut.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot 11 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💏😘😈💍.

Song mentioned: Perverso, Tiziano Ferro.

MY OTHER GARVEZ STORIES

TATTOO

It had all been the fault of that tattoo. Matt had mentioned it by accident and by that time he had not been able to think of anything else. He absolutely had to find out where it was; he was obsessed with it. He could no longer sleep at night, not that before it was easy to get to sleep, but at least once in a while ...

When, showing off indifference and revealing only a genuine curiosity, he had asked Simmons what kind of tattoo he was, the colleague merely said that it was a written. But apparently, he didn't want to specify the content, assuming he knew it.

So, he had begun to stare her even more often than usual, if it was possible, and in a different way. He practically explored the body of the computer technician with his own eyes, stroked the skin with his eyelashes and tried to move the fabric that prevented his sight. Without result.

After two weeks of useless attempts in which he had shown indifference, consumed liters of water in cold showers that hadn't been able to placate the hot spirits, reading every possible silly magazine that rested quietly on a table in the room ... Luke had understood that not he could go on like this.

So, he had come up with a very specific plan. First, he had sat at his desk, ignoring the clock that was read half past four in the morning and had started the list. For security, he had decided to leave it untitled. It could've ended in the wrong hands ... even if the only human being who was staying at his home was Jenny and didn't look like a nosy girl, but you never know ...

He had tightened his pen almost as if it were a weapon. Then he had loosened his grip, trying to relax the tendons of his hand and arm. Ok, it didn't have to be that hard, in the movies it was so easy ...

1- shoulders.

He didn't understand why he had decided to start right from that part of Penelope's body. Maybe he didn't even ask himself too much. In any case, he tried to gather his thoughts, rewinding the tape of his memory in search of every single frame in which the blonde informatics appeared. Several sets of dresses show in front of him, all colorful in different shades and textures. But what he needed was to get to know if on any occasion he could ever see her shoulders.

Suddenly a song had taken over in his thoughts.

The text seemed unknown to him, but the melody was familiar ...

Tu sabes lo que quiero y que busco … collo spalle mento

He had been staring at the few letters he had drawn, as if he expected to see the solution appear by itself. But at least that intrusion made him realize that perhaps he would first have to make a list of the absolutely scrapable areas, because he had the absolute certainty that the brand, so he decided to call it, was not there.

So…

Neck. As the song suggested. He had drawn a sharp line on that word, feeling a twinge in the groin as he so easily visualized the white skin with a few tufts of blond hair framing it, often adorned with necklaces no less wacky than clothes. How many times had he admired the area so vulnerable of her body? He hadn't even made an attempt to answer himself.

Neck, shoulders ... he found himself humming this song without even realizing it. OK it's good. He had surrendered. Let's go back. No, there hadn't been a single moment when he had been able to see them naked, with no cloths to hide them. But the only idea had reminded him of the feeling of resting his hands exactly there, on the shoulder blades, no, the clavicles better than not ... and then the recurring dream: he was massaging her and letting her moans that woke up entire Federal Bureau of Investigation.

He had therefore looked at the paper in front of him. On the one hand there was only one element, on the opposite side the same. Then he had wrote "possible" on top of the first one. And that song again. Neck, shoulders, chin ... No, this was to be excluded. Penelope didn't wear a burqa or Russian headscarf, as a result she was 100% certain that the tattoo was not there. Even if ... taking it into consideration only had reminded him painfully how much he wanted to grab her for that point, to force her first to look him in the eye and then ...

Yo soy un bastardo crònico… abràzame fuerte… el pecho me sonrìe perverso…

Well, this was a much more complex matter. He had glared at the clock, almost hoping to get some time back. It obviously had not happened. In the end, he had decided to write in the right half. Chest. Only do this had provoked to him chills everywhere and, somewhere down there, someone had reactivated (as if he had been asleep). If there were so many fantasies that he had elaborated in almost two years since he knew her, about her sinful neck, the thoughts that saw in the center the chest of Penelope or rather her breasts, were even more numerous. If he closed his eyes he could even feel the consistency of each boobs in his fingers; he imagined the taste of her nipple and so easily heard the groaning she would have done when he would suck it lightly, get spooked himself. A thousand and more were the mental photographs he had taken of that specific area of Garcia, precisely because she generously had offered the opportunity to him to redo his eyes daily with this show. And not only to him, unfortunately. But with this certain Luke didn't want to suggest that the blonde was an easy girl or that she wanted to consciously expose herself to the male gaze; quite the contrary, he was convinced of her purity and ingenuity, even if sometimes she seemed to do it on purpose, to try it to see how far he could hold himself back.

All these arguments had caused him an uncomfortable reaction, and now, the little birds were chirping outside his window, it was time to bring Roxy out for a walk. Luke had therefore been forced to postpone the drafting of the list to the next day, provided that there was no case that would keep him away from home and from the notebook indicted.

And of course, there was a case: North Carolina, a guy who kidnapped fathers and daughters. He had kept them apart for three days, but before he got on the jet, the man had given himself a beautiful X-ray of computer technician and had taken it with him for every free moment.

Just he had arrived at home, after checking that his dog would had food and water, he had rushed to the desk, had pulled the block out of the second drawer. While he had sighed, that song again.

Mi mirada se defiende… pero si te ve se rinde…

He had returned to where he had last stayed. The fact was that he could not remove that part only because he could easily admire it; he could not exclude that the mark was right there, only in a point that was, for now, forbidden to him. He had felt a huge annoyance to think that the Canadian boyfriend or whoever he had instead access to the area from which he was banned, perhaps thanks to his fingering techniques ...

He had clenched his teeth as he had passed over. Since he had was unwillingly following a logical topography, he had quickly ruled out her face, but not the back of her head, because he couldn't remember even just one time she had her hair gathered in his presence, although Penelope's hairstyles were not less numerous or imaginative compared to the clothes, accessories, shoes that she usually wore.

3- The arms

Here too, as for the chest: because the forearms were often exposed to sunlight, while the upper part ... much less. Yet something had suggested to him that he would not find the tattoo there, because it looked like a prisoner thing, as a sailor ... not to people as sweet and sexy as she was.

So, two painful notes, one after the other, almost faced together to decrease the force of the impact. Both marked on the right. The back. How many damn times he had wanted to lean his chest on her, tighten her to make her understand that he would make her feel safe and secure, that he would give her all the warmth she needed, that he would pamper her until she would have fallen asleep and this every night of his existence. That back which he had never been able to see, but he had been created an imaginary version and it was certain that reality could just have been better. He imagined her pale, as clear as the rest of her skin, indeed, a little more; smooth, without any sign, the visible vertebral column on which he would slide his fingers, letting her breathless ... No sign. At that moment he had been forced to return abruptly to his chest, because here he would have found something: to be exact, the scar, just since some months he had knower the murder attempt by a bastard who unfortunately hadn't had the chance to kill with his own hands, because JJ had already thought about. Damn asshole, he thought today like yesterday. The ungrateful had certainly had the chance to see the white back of the blonde, the curly or straight hair that gently caressed her skin. Because Luke was deeply convinced that she was a woman which wear evening dress open on the back, she would certainly wear it for a special occasion ... for example for their first date.

Ok, better go to the second sore subject. The tummy. Here the problems were quite different, much worse than any perverse fantasy that concerned the remaining body of Garcia. Because always for the Latin the belly wasn't associated with the stomach, eating and digestion. No, it was pointing completely in another direction, rather than towards consumption, to the creation of life. Yes, Luke Alvez wanted a child and he had discovered it just by noticing how often his attention was captured not by the breast or legs, but by that other softness, especially after he had seen her interacting with JJ's children and screaming of joy showing everyone his godson Hank who called her "Aunt Penelope". She would have been a perfect mother and would have been even more so if the babies she had carried in her womb had been half Latin American. His dark hair would have been so perfectly fine with her pale skin, as well as vice versa his amber skin would have matched so good with blonde curls. He imagined the girl exactly as her mother and the child as a miniature copy of himself.

But it was better not to reflect too much on these issues, otherwise he would end up crying, if he really realized how much he wanted that future with Penelope, who had barely stopped calling him newbie. So, he had decided to continue, convinced that he would this night or better this morning, to conclude the list.

Legs. Same speech of the arms. He could not rule out that on those paradisiac thighs there was not a beautiful unicorn, whose lance pointed directly in one direction ... He imagines caressing a leg, the left, don't know why; she, of course, wears her skirt, seems to harbor a strange hatred of trousers, which instead would make her a backside smoking hot... but that's another story. From the ankle he goes up, goes up to the knee joint, stops on the calf, loosens the tension and then starts, slower now, every centimeter of skin is explored by his fingertips, then reaches the thigh, more and more slowly, up to exasperate her, remains still for a moment. Then come in without any warning. First, he sticks a finger and then the other inside her, finding her already wet, ready. -Why you had taken me this long- she whispers as he offers her the taste of what will happen later in the evening.

Luke had returned to reality abruptly to discover that he had managed to have an orgasm without having even touched himself, only with the thought. After quite a few sighs and having changed himself, he made the decision to finish the list quickly. Now there weren't so many parts left.

The feet. He was certainly not a fetishist, but several times he had fantasized by daydreaming of first massaging the plant, then the bulge of the malleolus, all the phalanges of the tarsus, feeling the bones creak in his hands, coupled with a moan of pleasure while the relaxation captured her. And a yawn, exactly what he had done while adding his hands, which he had previously forgotten to mark in the left area, that of the excluded. Although ... who knows which spells, of quite another type than who performed regularly during working hours, were able to make those fingers. If he wanted to avoid coming for the second time, it was better to hurry to a conclusion.

There was still only one part that he hadn't mentioned. As they say, dulcis in fundo, he had left the best for last. Luke Alvez would have been able to discuss about Penelope's ass for hours, until his interlocutor had silenced him with the good or bad manners. Of its perfect roundness, botticelliana. Of the consistency that, not unlike the breast, he hypothesized would it have had in his hands. Other is better not to specify it.

…my gaze can defend itself, but it dies from desire and now never ... you know it, all day long even the night and your thoughts, here screwing me, and now never ... you know ...

The song clearly annoys her. With a single glance she asks the man to turn it off, but he doesn't execute her order and grins in an equally perverse way, as he sings the disk he inserted as soon as she set foot in the room.

He needs it, because it helps him not to think about the embarrassment he felt that day.

-Garcia, please tell me where the hell you have that tattoo.- the initial idea was very different, consisted of buying another puppet and maybe a means of flowers, but what kind would she like more? She had looked at him as if he had completely gone out of his head and she wasn't at all wrong. He was not even there when Matt had asked her that question, how the hell did he know she had a tattoo?

However, she had merely laughed in his face, but he had insisted. -Why do you want to know it?- and Luke had replied to her with what to the woman's ears had sounded exactly for what it was, a moan mixed with an animal grunt. He had put her to the wall before she had time to notice it.

-Please, tell me ...- he had begged her and this, combined with his decisive and convinced manner, had created an exciting mix that wasn't at all displeased to her. She could even feel his reaction in being so close to her.

-I ... - and she was about to tell him, because basically it didn't cost her to do it. But a case had arrived.

While his hand runs through every single fleck of the female skin, Luke remembers the feeling of being destined to suffer and never know the truth, which in the end was stupid, but by now it had become a matter of principle for him.

She throws a grumble, as if to complain that he has stopped at the best part. He restarts and so also his memories.

They had not spoken again, although from that day on he had begun to stare her so explicitly that even the wonder boy had had to notice it. And then, almost by accident, he had made a mistake. He had entered the female toilet rather than his own. Exactly the moment she was adjusting her shirt.

And he had seen it.

A black writing, simple character, nothing too creative. On her hip.

So rarely had he been able to lay his hands on it ... the last time, the only happy occasion he remembered, when she had accompanied him to deliver Lou to his friend Phil.

The joy of discovery lasted very little. Because then jealousy, anger and sadness had taken over, all in a single block. The mark on the skin of I.T. girl has stood hers belonging. There was written baby girl.

-Well, what are you doing here? Are you lost?- Penelope could not help but notice how he was looking at her. Nobody could be naive up to that point. But he had remained silent, simply continuing to look at her, or rather to look at the tattoo. Then he had grunted. -Are you happy now?- the question had changed.

-No.- had this time promptly answered him.

Yes, it was all the fault of that brand, that tattoo that reiterated that Penelope would always belong to another man, Derek Morgan, married and with children.

"It was all the fault of that tattoo." He says now, once again. She looks up at the sky, because she knows this story by heart, but she smiles because she loves to hear him told it.

Penelope remembers how strangely cold fingers had settled for the first time at her body, and then the delicacy of his touch as he lifted her skirt. -I'll be forever the baby girl of Derek Morgan.- she tells him today as yesterday, enjoying seeing him grind his teeth, while he pushing her against the cold marble floor.

-I know.- the man admits, then a mischievous smile appears on his face. -But where is he now?- a point in his favor.

-With Savannah and Hank, I think.- she answers quietly.

-And where are you now?- he poses yet another question that already presupposes the answer, other phrases that she recognizes as part of a precise path. Penelope is lost in the intensity of the male gaze.

-With you.- she replies with a slight delay, her voice quivering.

-Good girl.- his compliment isn't distinguishable from a growl.

-But I'll always ...- she tries to reiterate, just to provoke him. Luke silences her with one, long, finger on her lips. She already feels her own lower womb react as he wishes.

-But?- he asks. One of the last questions, thankfully. This time she answers the right thing. -But I'm your girlfriend.- he has well instructed her to pronounce that possessive adjective with particular emphasis.

-And?- again, Luke is never satisfied. The hands of the man wander on her skin, then the same path is followed by his mouth, stopping exactly at that point, tearing a moan from her lips ajar.

-I'm ... I'm ...- she struggles to focus on the words, while Luke makes her legs spread. -I'm yours ...- she announces with a sigh -wife.- finally she ends in a long groan. He smiles as he slides inside her, feeling the woman's body relax as she welcomes her pleasure.

She'll always be the baby girl of Derek Morgan, but the little circle that leads to her finger tells another story, contains a different name, compared to that tattooed on her skin.

Note: the song mentioned is Xverso by Tiziano Ferro. Here the original version. Here the latin version.

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[grimoireweavers]

@thisforgottenlore​ Yen said to Rey: "Oh no, no, no absolutely not. As much as I usually adore your painfully ruffian, muscular, feral woman aesthetic we are meeting an emperor." Yennefers sigh is surely a thing for the ages, bringing a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, seldom tempted to forgo her own idealic sense of fashion yet the look in her eyes as they pass over the woman is almost forlorn. A shame to waste it. How Rey manages to make filthy look delicious is a curiosity for another time. "In the bath. Now."

random asks -- status; always accepting

✧—- Her time on Jakku didn’t allow her many luxuries. In fact, the only luxury she did have was being able to make a home for herself that didn’t actually cost her anything. Even something that may normally be a thing to covet didn’t have the same enjoyment for her. Some may think living on their own, never bothered by neighbors or families, might have been a blessing, but for Rey, the lonely isolation had been nothing short of crippling.

Proper meals, pampering, socializing, and shopping were all things she missed out on. Every single day spent scavenging through wreckages of old starships and rundown speeders to find anything that might be valuable enough to sell for food. She had no money. She owned very little and had sentimental ties to only a couple of objects she managed to protect from thieves and scoundrels alike over the years.  

Bathing was always a challenge given that she had to collect drinking water, had no access to proper washrooms, and lived in an environment that would never truly let her stay clean. The blistering sun and harsh sands of Jakku were determined to keep her from ever truly experiencing the bliss of being absolutely clean. It wasn’t that she enjoyed being filthy, it was just that being covered in a thin layer of dust or grime or sweat became commonplace for her. Even if she didn’t actually sweat all that much.

For years, she hadn’t been aware of her power catering to her needs. Her Force abilities--or magic, as her mother’s people would have called it--took care of her even when she wasn’t consciously aware that she had any abilities at all. She repelled dirt, had a strong resistance to ailment, never had to worry about strong, stainless teeth, and even on her mediocre diet that definitely didn’t provide her with the nutrients she needed, she always managed to stay healthy.

Without those inherent traits, she probably would have been in even worse condition, and then what would Yen had thought of her?

“What’s the big deal about meeting with an emperor? Why would he care about my appearance and why should I care what he thinks of me?” she asked, frowning just a tad. “I live and function, which means I get dirty. I don’t have the luxuries of sitting around a palace all day. Surely, they would understand that?” Perhaps that was giving such individuals too much credit, though...

Fundamentally, she understood class systems well enough across various governments. Some were elected officials while others were born to rule and they always held some sort of status over common folk, but... Rey had a difficult time seeing anyone differently or as more important or less important than anyone else. Significance and worth came from what someone did, not their title, though that sort of mentality didn’t get her very far in the presence of those who demanded respect. 

It almost seemed laughable to have to worry about offending a kind of a senator. As she learned more and more about her mother, she came to the very real understanding that Loki had been worshipped as a deity, and while Rey didn’t believe that made her better in any way, it seemed funny for the daughter of a literal Goddess to worry about making some royal feel important.

She did have to wonder how much of Yen’s fussing was legitimate concern for this emperor they were scheduled to meet with and how much of it was her simply wanting to clean the younger of the pair up and get her into something that looked somewhat more... attractive. The sorceress did seem to have a love of looking beautiful, a desire that she shared openly with those she deemed worthy.

Tanned cheeks reddened with a flash of embarrassment when the order to get into the bath actually left the other woman’s lips, though. Rey wasn’t exactly a bashful or shy person, but she was used to a certain amount of privacy that would let her do anything she wanted without fear of being judged for it. It wasn’t so much that she feared Yennefer’s judgement, though. Rather that she found herself wondering just what was blossoming between them. Ever since meeting the elder woman, Rey found herself lost on just what sort of dynamic they fell into. It didn’t help that she was rather ignorant in the ways of sex, self-pleasure, and desire, so sorting out how she felt and how Yen felt in turn proved challenging.

Something told her they surpassed friendly rather quickly, but how to express wishing to press forward, she didn’t know. Force, she wasn’t even confident enough in how she interpreted Yen’s interest to feel as if she could throw caution to the wind and express any sort of desire herself.

“Fine,” Rey murmured. The thought to suggest she could clean herself up did cross her mind, but with the way Yennefer looked at her with a burning intensity to do the work herself, Rey didn’t dare speak up on that end. It wasn’t fear of Yen that kept her silent, but fear of disappointing her. “I’ll bathe, if that will appease you, but please tell me the water is actually warm this time?” Nothing worse than a chilly bath if you asked her.

With little in the way of places to retreat to where she could undress modestly, Rey wasted little time in actually shedding her clothes. The original color of her intricately wrapped top and trousers had been an off-white, but given how it no longer resembled that, she supposed it was time for a thorough wash and a change of wardrobe... She hadn’t even realized how filthy her outfit actually was until she slid it off of her body and got a proper look at it in her hands.

Boots came off first, quickly followed by stained, calf-length trousers. The top took a bit more time to actually get off, as Rey had to unfasten and untuck multiple strips of fabric to unwrap the garment from her body. She did so in a quick fashion that suggested she was used to such complicated clothing, though, and soon enough, it joined her trousers on a nearby stool, leaving her in little more than a simple pair of underwear. 

Rey never got particularly invested in the sort of garments that would cup and wrap around her chest. They felt restrictive, limited movement, and often seemed unnecessary with how structured the rest of her clothing was. Her breasts were small enough to get away without the extra support, and perky despite going without such offensive and uncomfortable pieces of underwear. 

Slipping the last little bit of fabric down her legs was what really amplified the flush along her cheeks. It was one thing to undress in front of someone you shared a washroom or common area with, but being completely naked and exposed to them? That was something else all together. Her fingers itched to cover up something, though she wasn’t entirely sure what should be prioritized in hiding, and she found herself wondering why she felt the need to do such at all? It wasn’t like she had anything that Yennefer hadn’t already seen. There was nothing to hide, truly, and if she’d been with someone else, would she have been embarrassed at all?

Not likely, she realized, which indicated to her that it was purely her interest in Yen that produced such a reaction.

Rather than awkwardly linger or attempt to cover up her groin or breasts behind her hands, Rey made quick work of moving to the edge of the bath. She paused just long enough to dip a few fingertips in, purely to test the temperature, before swinging one leg over and into the water, followed by the other. Once standing in the tub, she carefully lowered herself down until the water came up to her chest.

Seated comfortably and with a little bit of modesty from the water and bubbles, she felt comfortable enough to lift her hands to her hair, where she made quick work of pulling her signature three-bun updo out. Down, her hair was much longer than the updo would have suggested, hitting just below her shoulder blades, and it hung in beautiful, chocolate waves around her face as it fell.

“I still don’t see why all this fuss is necessary,” she mumbled, though she had no real heart in it. She’s already given into Yen’s demands.

[artificialqueens]

Royals (A The Selection AU Fanfic) Chapter 4 - TheQuartzMermaid

A/N: BITCHES I’M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! This was a wild end of semester, but I survived. Here’s Chapter Four (and yeah we’re meeting some new people today. YAY). Shoutout to Tiff and Vixen for running this blog and being awesome, and a special hiiiiiie to Shadowcat204 and Mr/Ms Anonymous, thanks for the support!

Again, if you’re not familiar with The Selection, I highly recommend you to read the prologue for this fanfic. If you like it enough, you can read the original books by Kiera Cass, they’re amazing.

YOU WANT SOME ROYALS? [HEEEERE WE GO IN LADY GAGA LANGUAGE]

Royals - Chapter Four (or The one in which Katya arrives at the palace)

Katya didn’t expect so much love from the people. Arriving at Angeles, nobody paid attention to Ottaro’s sweet Ivy Winters or St. George’s lovely Lineysha Sparks. The only other girl that competed neck-to-neck with Columbia’s belle for the support of the people of Illéa was Calgary’s stunning Violet Chachki. No surprise: the girl is a Two, a well known top model.

The four girls got along really well, despite first impressions. Ivy seemed too bubbly, Lineysha was called “Liney-shy” by her mates, and Violet came across as a bitch, but ended up being really nice – for a Two, at least. Katya also liked that they were very different on the outside, but shared interests – marrying the prince was clearly the biggest of them.

Compared to other girls, they spent little time traveling. At the airport, Katya followed Violet’s lead, talking to everyone she could as she pranced down the golden carpet. Ivy and Lineysha seemed to be doing well, but now even the celebrity was overshadowed by the blonde. Yes, they called her “Kathy”, but she couldn’t blame them. Katya only knew how to properly speak Russian because of her grandpa and the hours of classes he gave to his favorite vnuchka when she was little.

“Girl, they really love you”, Violet stated as Katya entered their car, a little hint of envy evident in her voice. “As if you’re not already a fan favorite yourself, Chachki”, Ivy rolled her eyes.

“Maybe they are just excited they’re getting another princess when this ends”, Katya suggested. “Queen Danica also came from Columbia, didn’t she?”

“My grandmother said she was from Carolina”, Lineysha opened her mouth for the first time since the landing. “But she must be wrong, she’s always calling me Lindsay.”

“She was definitely from Columbia.” Ivy said, trying to remember her History classes. “Queen Abby was from Carolina.”

“Are you extra dumb or just like to act it?” Anyone could have taken Violet’s words as an insult, but the other three girls spent enough time with her to know it was just her way. “Queen Abby was a Three, she came from Baffin. Queen Danica was a Four, from Columbia. The one from Carolina wasn’t even a queen.”

“Nicole Schreave, right? King Laswell’s grandmother.” Lineysha’s face lit up as she went for the gold. “But why are we discussing the previous queens’ provinces? Does it really change anything?”

“Not for us, but sure changes everything for Miss Katya here”, Violet looked straight into her friend’s icy blue eyes. “Our queen is from your province, milady. All the eyes will be on you.”

As if she wasn’t tense enough. There would be 31 other girls for her to beat – not in the literal way, or she would be expelled. She also wasn’t that experienced with boys, not that she didn’t want to, but because she was saving herself for the prince. Sometimes, when she’s nervous, her accent thickens a lot, making her English be almost unrecognizable.

Katya was really thinking about begging to someone to take her back to her lovely house in Columbia, where she could hide in her room and pamper Polina The Cat, when the car entered the palace’s walls.

“We’re here!” Lineysha’s voice was full of joy and excitement.

These gardens look like they come from a painting, Katya daydreamed. She payed attention to every little detail, to every plant and every person working out there – gardeners, guards, horse keepers… This was the beginning of the rest of her life: a life of luxury, opulence and happiness. Oh, and also with all the princess’ duties that come with it.

“Welcome, ladies!” A small woman greeted them as they entered the palace. She was all smiles and had two cute, deep dimples on her cheeks. “I’m Bianca Del Rio, we talked on the phone.”

“The phone call of our lives”, an over excited Ivy offered a hand to Bianca. The scene was quite amusing: the lady from Ottaro had to get down on her knees to talk to Miss Del Rio, as if the older woman was a child. “I’m Ivy Winters, from Ottaro.”

“Oh, I know you, darling. I know all of you girls.” Bianca’s smile now seemed forced and unnatural. “You must be Violet, Lineysha and Katherine, right?”

“It’s Yekaterina”, Katya politely corrected the lady, also offering a hand. Bianca held it firmly. “But I get it’s a little difficult to pronounce, so you can call me Katya.”

“Okay then”, this was everything the petite woman said before taking her hand back and turning to another person. “Please, someone, please! Take Miss Ivy to station five, Miss Lineysha to station three, Miss Violet to station seven,” she started looking for an empty station, eyes shining brightly when she finally found one, “looks like station ten is free. Take Miss Katya there, please.”

For the first time since the plane, the girls were separated. A young woman named Roxxxy came over to Katya and asked her something about her image. “I want to look like I just came out of a fairytale” were the Russian descendant’s words.

Then a group of workers helped her taking out her clothes and started scrubbing the hell out of her fair, sensitive skin. The sound of water almost made her piss herself – her bladder was almost as small as Violet’s waist. Oils, lotions… By the end of the process, Katya smelled like mint – the prince’s favorite aroma.

She was taken to another station for hair care. After saying she didn’t want to change the color or length of the golden cascade that fell on her back, the stylist began working. He cleaned, conditioned, created some layers, and finished with intricate braids, placed like a headband. Makeup and manicure were next. Nails and lips were painted red, her favorite color – and, according to the girl who did her toenails, also Prince Casey’s favorite.

When she was all done, Roxxxy led her to a rack full of dresses. “Pick one for now”, she said, “they’re all yours and will be taken to your room with your other belongings. These are day dresses, but you’ll be provided to evening dresses and night gowns too.” She thanked the woman and picked a random dress from the rack. It’s skirt was red and full of flowers. The top part was white, made of fine fabric, with a hands-shaped collar detail. For the shoes, she picked a red pair of low heels. She also had to attach a little pin with her name onto the dress. When dressed, a girl followed by cameraman went straight to her.

“Miss Yekaterina, can we ask you some questions? It’s for a Capital Report special on your transformations”, the reporter said with a sweet voice.

“Sure”, Katya found herself already looking at the camera.

She was ready for stardom.