#other than the urge to take a hot shower and get the excess lube off lmao

[firemedicdiaz]

It’s over.

It’s finally over.

I’m free.

Had my final appointment at the cancer clinic today.  It was a pelvic exam and colposcopy to make sure that I was all healed up inside after the hysterectomy and that there were no traces of any abnormalities.  I’d been anxious about the appointment for WEEKS.

It wasn’t my surgeon who saw me, it was one of her associates, but she was so kind and understanding and empathetic that I felt good about it going into the procedure. The procedure itself was super un-fun given how one of the symptoms of menopause is vaginal dryness/atrophy.  All the lube in the world didn’t make that speculum go in any easier and it hurt like hell, but once it was in place it was fine.

After a thorough look and feel and a LOT of anxiety on my part, the doctor pronounced me fully healed and fit to return to all activities.  She said that there is no need for them to see me again, that this is it, but that if I have any concerns come up or any questions in the future or issues related to any pelvic health, to give them a call back and they’d take me back on without question.

That said, though, I never need another pelvic exam.  I never need another pap test.  I never need to deal with all of the menstrual bullshit again.  I can bid cancer goodbye and good riddance.

It’s actually, finally over.

[twisted-tales-of-all]

Limits of Fear

Human!Reader x Dragon-Hybrid!Seonghwa ;; Kinktober Masterlist sub!gender-ambiguous!reader x soft-Dom!idol

Anon Request

Summary: After a long day of work, all you want is a shower. Your needy boyfriend, however, wants to play, even despite his fear of the water.

Word Count: 1081

Contains: Shower sex, fluff, use of lube, unprotected sex, breeding (technically), praise

After a particularly long day at work, all you want is a hot shower and time to relax. When you get home, however, your sweet boyfriend wraps you in a giant hug the moment you enter the door, as he was waiting for you to return. Even his tail and wings wrap around you, which you have to admit is cute, but you really want to shower before being cute with him.

With a laugh and a quick peck for the cuteness, you tell him, "Hi there, Hwa. I had a really exhausting day, so I need a warm shower. As cute as you are, I'm gonna need you to let go."

He pouts, but releases you, "You just got home! Can't we play a bit?"

"We can play after. Why are you so needy? Did you watch those videos again, babe?"

"I did, but only because I missed you and wanted to see and hear you a bit." He defends himself as if he committed a crime by watching lude videos that you made for him to watch.

With a sigh, you walk past him towards the bathroom, suggesting that he can play now if he joins you in the shower. You know all too well how much your sweet dragon boy dislikes water on his scales, so you expect to have a nice, relaxing shower alone while he whines about you taking too long, despite your offer for him to join you. However, he follows only a step behind you, tail swaying slightly in joy since he gets to play. Once in the room, you watch him remove the small amount of clothing he has before staring back at you in anticipation.

"You really want to play that badly? You hate the water."

He nods quickly, but you see the slight fear in his eyes. You start the shower, cranking the heat up. Then, Seonghwa steps forward to help you with your clothes. He isn't subby today, you note. Horny and soft, but not subby. He was probably in a super soft mood before he watched those videos of you, which makes you giggle to yourself.

When you're both naked, Seonghwa wraps his tail around your waist and pulls you close to him. He kisses your neck as his hands roam your body.

"Hwa, we gotta get in. Our bill will skyrocket, and I promised that you could play in the shower."

Without missing a beat, Seonghwa steps into the shower, avoiding the water as much as possible. He then brings you in with his tail, hissing and letting go as the water hits his scales. You joke that he's such a baby for hating water when he's a "ferocious" dragon, but he's too focused on the reward to even fight your comments. You step directly under the spray, running your hands through your hair. This forces him to choose between letting his hatred for the liquid or his sexual urges control him more. Despite his initial hesitation, he steps towards you and places his hands on your hips.

"Quickly, babe. I want to actually shower after this, so just release your urges for now. You can help me cum later."

Suddenly, his eyes soften, and his tunnel vision disregards the shower and his urges as he focuses on the emotion on your face as he asks if it's okay. He watches your eyes as you answer, making sure you're being genuine and not just letting him use you to push him away quickly. Once you say he owes you an amazing night, the darkness returns to his eyes. As the steam clouds the room, he slides a hand down between your legs. You reach over for the lube as he promises you a wonderful night for treating him so well.

When he feels that he has prepped your hole enough, he asks if you're ready. Knowing the day you've had, coupled with the size of his penis, you tell him to use extra lube, just to be sure. He adds more on your hole and his member before wrapping his tail around you again to help with the positioning. As he lifts you, you drape your arms over his shoulders and wrap your legs around his waist.

As he slowly pushes into you, the slight pain makes you whine. When he's fully in, he runs a hand through your hair and verifies that you're okay, so you peck his lips to reassure him.

"Go ahead, Hwa. I'm okay."

With that, he lets his urges propel him. He starts slowly with strong thrusts for a bit before picking up the pace. You kiss and nip at his neck to quiet your noises, too embarrassed to hear yourself echo off the walls. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, sounds noisier than usual, with grunts and moans accompanying almost every other thrust.

As he continues, you catch his tells that he's getting close, so you whisper in his ear, "Seonghwa, cum inside me. Please~"

You see his dark eyes glow with a transparent red after hearing you say that. You rarely let him finish inside, but he deserves it for braving the shower and promising you a wonderful night.

After a few more messy thrusts, he finishes, a deep growl filling the room. His whole body twitches and his wings fly open behind him, looking like a scene out of a movie as they spray water back. Before he pulls out, you feel the cum leaking out around him.

When he calms down again, he pulls out and puts you down, trying to immediately leave the shower as he remembers the water drenching his body. You stop him, holding soap out to him. He pouts with puppy-dog eyes, but you hold your ground and tell him to clean himself a bit at least. Knowing he owes you for your excessive kindness, he can't refuse.

When he finishes, you pat his head, "Good boy, Toothless."

He glares at you for the name as he gets out, leaving you to finally have your relaxing shower. Now, however, you can't wait to start the night of fun he promised, so you rush to finish, only to find his naked form curled up on the bed, napping.

You let him nap for an hour before lightly tugging on one of his wings to whine about being needy.

"I see the tables have turned," He jokes after a big yawn, "Is it time to pamper you?"

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Mowing the Lawn

Aka: a Dragon Ball Z AU slash fic.

Chapter 2

Pretenses drop (and so do pants!)

Summary: Mowing the lawn (in almost every sense of the term). Goku and Vegeta have a secret relationship. Turles has a cute dealer and needs someone to smoke his pot with. Raditz thinks the only thing hotter than the weather is his moms’ new lawnmower boy. Ships & Pairings: Son Goku/Vegeta, Raditz & Turles, Raditz/Turles, Gine/Seripa | Fasha, Bardock/Toma, Bulma Briefs/Yamcha, Brolly/Raditz, Brolly/Turles, Daiz/Turles, Daiz/Raditz/Turles, Bardock/Turles, Bardock/Toma/Turles         Contains: Gay Sex, Established Relationship, Casual Sex, Fuckbuddies, Recreational Drug Use, Alcohol, Blow Jobs, Secret Relationship, Everyone Is Gay, Alternate UniverseAlternate Universe - Human, Threesome - M/M/M, Threesome, seducing the pool boy, Dirty Talk, Smoking, Explicit Sexual Content, Resolved Sexual Tension, Open Relationships, Open Marriage, Age Difference, Sexual Roleplay, Friends With Benefits, Sexcapades, masturbation      

You can find the rest on my AO3 page (username: originalmonkeyhydes)

To Vegeta, Kakarot was overwhelming in almost any situation, but he was especially so when he had his lips wrapped around his tip, hands grasping the base of his shaft. Vegeta barely stifled a groan. To the detriment of the composure and poise he prided himself in, he was now gracelessly slumped in the armchair, legs spread wide open and hanging on the arm rests. The robe he’d wrapped around himself after the shower had come undone, leaving him bare and exposed. His sensual slackness was hardly noted by his conscious awareness. His senses were all too engrossed in the delightful tingles with which his lover’s mouth lavished his loins to mind anything else. When he glanced down - Kakarot’s lips engulfing him, sucking him in, his rough fingers stroking him, firm but gentle, and the hot wash of his breath against wet, tingling skin when he panted for air, huskily- he was nothing short of a work of art. Kakarot looked so handsome like that, dark lashes fluttering, brow furrowing slightly every now and then as he bobbed his head up and down. His eyes were uncharacteristically closed, but Vegeta didn’t feel less adored for it. Kakarot’s molten tongue was doing the worshipping in their stead. There were hints of crimson on his cheeks and ears, where breathlessness, arousal and the celebratory drinks had drawn his colour. Undoubtedly, other parts of him had flushed with red too. Even so, he reserved his touch for his lover alone. One large, warm hand cupped his sack, the pad of his thumb languidly circling his oiled-up entrance. Vegeta reached between his thighs, stroking the dark, lustrous mop. He let himself be pulled downwards, lifting his legs against his chest, until his rear rested at the very end of the seat. He whispered fervent words of encouragement and his lover obliged him, fingers slowly sinking into him. Goku looked up, lips latched on the side of Vegeta’s length, suckling and nipping softly. Dark eyes hungrily roaming the pale breadth of his lover’s chest, ears eagerly drinking the sounds that escaped his lips. His fingers slipped inside until hard knuckled kissed the taunt rim. Vegeta’s breath hitched when Goku’s fingers flicked inside him a couple times, as they were wantonly pushed deep within. His hand fisted locks of dark hair. Kakarot was mouthing his balls, making his fingers slowly twist around and then curl upwards. Vegeta’s vision blurred for an instant, teeth gritting to stifle his moans. Rough, relentless digits were stroking him right where he needed it. Goku was breathing heavily now too, mouth agape, fervently licking at his lover’s arousal. Being knuckles deep within the welcoming hole was just as much of a sweet torture for him as it must have been for Vegeta. The heat inside becoked him, unbearably sweet. In the state of dizzy arousal Goku was in, it was all too easy to imagine himself plunge into that maddening warmth. His own sex stood stiff between his legs, achingly erect. He hummed softly, raining hot kisses across his lover’s groin. The older of the two was writhing weakly, bucking against his lover’s hand as much as his position consented him. Their eyes interlocked. Desperate hunger found a voice. “Vegeta…” Thick fingers slipped free of their velvety cage. “Goddamit, Kakarot”, Vegeta groaned, watching his lover surge between his legs. His body covered his own smaller frame in a passionate embrace. Goku’s lips were moist against his. “I want more. I want you”, the younger man pleaded, earnestly, unable or unwilling to stop himself from grinding in between his companion’s legs. “Can we, ‘Geta?” Vegeta could feel the heavy erection swelling against his own. His head spun. Pale hands clung to strong shoulders. “The bed. Just take me to the goddamn bed.” They had gotten up too fast. Heads spinning, hands and arms clung to each other for balance as they fumbled backwards, mouths and feet never coming too far apart. Goku pulled, taunting with his lips, Vegeta pushed, urging with his hips. Somehow, their entangled frames crossed the dimly lit space that separated them from the bed without tripping over each other's eager feet. There was some hearty struggling, a playful fight for dominance, and the room turned into a blur as they rolled on the sheets, breathlessly. They came dangerously close to pushing each other off the edge of the mattress a couple of times. When the room finally stopped spinning, they were sitting up in the bed, fragrant skin glowing like amber in the golden light of the lamp. Vegeta’s back arched to meet Goku's frame. Their bodies were locked together as they claimed each other’s mouths, swaying gently every so often. Vegeta cupped his lover’s face, his touch sweet but tyrannical, claiming kiss after kiss with tongue and teeth. Goku’s arms sealed their sensuous embrace, enfolding Vegeta’s sides, strong hands cupping his rear, pulling his hips against his. Idle friction bloomed across the length of their frames, from their thighs to their chests. Their erections were trapped in the warm space between their stomachs, pulsing in excitement. Vegeta sighed, feeling digits trace the cleft of his rear and curl into him once more. Goku hummed, carefully sampling the stretch of his accommodating flesh. “Fuck, Kakarot…”, Vegeta let out, letting the younger man’s hands turn him around and guide him onto his hands and knees. Dark eyes took in the bent arch of the man’s back, the pale perfection of muscle-creased skin and the round, seductive shape of his rear. Calloused palms caressed the length of that eager body, tracing the strong shoulders, the slight inward depression where muscle hugged his spine, with worshipful adoration. Goku cupped his companion’s buttocks, spreading them with his thumbs to gaze at the moist glistening of the well lubed pucker. It looked rosy and loose and flushed, and it clenched under his eyes. And he felt his sack tighten with want at the sight. He reached for the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube and, in his eagerness, squirting a very generous amount of it in the palm of his hand. He oiled himself up and used the excess liquid to further prepare his companion, who seemed to visibly quiver with impatience. Vegeta’s fists were curling into the sheets, lube dripping slowly along his taint. Strong hands were on his hips, holding him still as their owner slid his straining erection between his buttocks. Goku ground himself against his companion’s rear, breath hitching when the man beneath him started pushing back against his groin. He fell forward, covering Vegeta with his own body. The oldest was pushed down on his forearms, the mattress yielding to their combined weight. Goku's chest pressed against Vegeta's back, his length pointed downwards, slick and hot, trapped in the cleft of his rear. Goku was panting against the back of his neck, hips rolling wantonly. Vegeta groaned. His usually all-too-eager lover seemed bent on driving him insane. The rubbing of the thick shaft along his taint sent pleasurable shivers rippling through his loins and up his spine. He wanted to chastise him, to urge him to get on with it, but even that not-so-dry humping felt unspeakably good. His arousal saturated to the point of no return. Goku’s languid motion, his breath in his hair, the sturdy, chiseled build covering his own like that… they were stacked on top of each other like dogs in heat, and it turned him on beyond belief. “You’re a mess, Kakarot…”, Vegeta let out, hoarsely, hardly masking his want. “I can’t help it… it’s been so long… ’Geta, I need you… I want you so bad!” “Then hurry up, you fool”, he nearly whined, “Stick it in already!” Vegeta mourned the warmth when his companion sat back on his heels, but cherished the warning squeeze of Goku’s hand on his hip when he lined himself up with his entrance. “Here it comes…” A lustful sigh escaped both their throats when Goku pushed himself in. Vegeta felt a smile curl his lips upwards and had no doubt Kakarot’s had too. Neither of them could ever forget how the other’s body felt, but it had been a while while since they’d done it and the moment of penetration had them both silently wondering if it was the booze or the wait that made it feel so amazing. Vegeta had always enjoyed sex, but few times before had he been so ashamed of how good it felt to be simply entered. It became painfully clear to him just how much he’d been waiting for it. As soon as his lover breached him, tension seeped away from his body. Suddenly, his insides felt tender and hollow, and the arch of his back turned meek and complacent. And that had been just the tip. “‘Geta…” His lover’s hands were stroking his sides. Vegeta pushed back against the promised fullness, slowly, letting turgid heat fill his gut. “’Geta...” “I know. Get over it.” Goku didn’t need further encouragement. If anything, less of it would have been more helpful. Between his starved eagerness and the warm buzz in his veins, he feared he was not going to last much longer. But the first, sharp hint of pleasure had receded like a tide. So he surged forth, reverently, into the warmth welcoming him, pulling in and out again and again, slowly, until he’d claimed all the space his arousal could take up within his lover. He looked down, a silly, lopsided smile curling his lips, watching his hands cupping the firm roundness that was swallowing him whole. More than the sight, it was the feeling of deep, flickering twitches around his length that beckoned him to motion. Vegeta felt Goku’s grip on his hips tightening slightly. Another polite warning. He braced himself, tongue swiping across his bottom lip in anticipation. The two of them both had reason to be silently grateful for the copious amount of lubricant they’d used beforehand. Their appreciation, on the other hand, grew more and more vocal. To slow swaying followed steady, rhythmic rocking. Grinding progressively evolved into hearty bucking. Goku had thrown his head back, lips disclosing into a sigh. Each enthralling stroke sparked coiling delight in the pit of his stomach. The heat and tightness around him kept him moving him back and forth like the pull of the moon with an ocean tide, and his seas, once calm, were storming. The swinging of his hips was accompanied by the sharp smacking of skin against skin. His hands were getting greedy, palming and squeezing his lover’s sides, tugging. Vegeta, on his part, had a similar impression, to be lost in stormy seas, yet he had no complaints. He pushed back on his own accord, gladly leaning into the hammering thrusts. Jolts of pleasure shot through him with each deep, dragging stroke. He’d found himself with his face and chest pressed down on the mattress as he rocked his hips back to match the other’s motion. His shoulders trembled, his back endured the strain, but it was worth it. He was too lost in sensation to keep himself from groaning. Restraint was out of the question, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t aware the noises of their coupling. If it hadn’t been for the sounds escaping his lover’s throat, he would have been much more embarrassed by the ones escaping his own. Kakarot’s cock could play him like a violin. And the pounding hadn’t even gotten serious yet. Vegeta could tell his lover was getting more and more worked up. The mattress was soft, frustratingly so, too pliant to aid Goku’s bouncing motion. The youth was balancing on his feet, knees raised off the mattress, toes curling. It wasn’t long before he lost his precarious balance. They both grunted when Goku fell forth, bottoming out inside Vegeta. The younger murmured an apology, muffled by the burning kisses peppered across the older man’s shoulders. When his hips started rolling again, Vegeta had no complaints about the abrupt interruption of their crescendo. The position was a bit awkward, the mattress unhelpful. Even so, the new angle had him moaning in no time. Goku was haunching over him, his strong legs were bent, on each side of Vegeta’s own, and his thrusts sunk downwards, hitting right where he needed them. Vegeta succumbed to his weight, pressing himself on the mattress. His hand had run in between his legs, where pressure had grown too stark to be left ignored. Fingers curled around his pulsing length, sighing his relief. Their coupling had grown more languorous again but he could hardly resent it. Goku’s hardness plunged into him deep and steady, the weight of it buried in the tightness of his gut, heating it up with its deliberate, profound massage. Vegeta turned his head to the side. Goku’s hand was curled in the sheets next to his own. He reached out for his arm, trailing open mouthed kisses across his forearm. The gesture earned him a whimper from his lover. Sometimes, the way the younger man could fire sudden, bursting tenderness out of him frightened Vegeta. Even so, for both the pleasure and the trouble he gave him, he felt grateful. No one else could fire his lust in that way, nor take that molten, shapeless yearning and decline it so eloquently. Whichever language their desire spoke, it was the same. The youth pressed his head in between his shoulder blades. He was panting. Vegeta could feel his hot breath ticking the base of his neck. “Made you break a sweat already?”, Vegeta taunted. “You just… feel so good”, was Goku’s groaned reply. Vegeta could feel the heat radiating from his lover’s body surround him. And Kakarot’s scent, his rough, earty musk mixed to the fragrance of his mint and pine shampoo wafting off his damp hair. That damn scent of his. Vegeta could’ve gotten drunk on that fragrance alone. That and the sounds of his enjoyment, rumbling off his powerful chest and keening into an unexpectedly high, ecstatic pitch. He humped like an animal but sang like a boy. Anything the younger man did was undeniably, absolutely inebriating. Goku’s passion flowed into him like a current, relentless, constant, ever growing. Vegeta was losing himself in his motion. His sex was twitching in his hand, in anticipation. Then, abruptly, Goku pulled out. “What the h-?!”, the older of the two began to protest, but he was cut short when his lover dragged him down on the mattress. Goku had flipped him on his side and was pressing up behind him, holding one of his legs up. Vegeta could feel the hot hardness twitching against his backside. He arched into the heat. “Put it back in”, he ordered, twisting his head around. Goku was all too willing to accept his kiss as he was to obey his command. They were quick to rearrange themselves to fit against each other, it had become almost instinctual for them. Taking a firm hold of himself, the younger man slid back home with a sigh, almost effortlessly this time around.   “Oh fuck-!” Goku was grinding into him, making Vegeta groan in pleasure as he felt the turgid tip rubbing against his prostate. Goku could wear him like a glove. There was no sensitve spot that his lover's cock didn't rub the right way, nor space left inside of him that it didn't fill. Vegata was absolutely stuffed full and loving every second of it. “Oh God, ‘Geta… It’s like it was made for me…” “I could say the same about you, you… you-” Goku slammed into him. Vegeta gasped, breath knocked out of his lungs. He would have been willing to pay money to find out how that man could always manage to find just the right angle every single time. “All good?” “You bastard”, he was whimpering, beckoning him with the tilt of his hips. “You know damn well how good it is. Now give it to me.” Vegeta could have sworn the length buried inside him had twitched at his words. “Like this?” “Just like that- oh, fuck, Kakarot…!” Goku’s birth name was a mouthful compared to his nickname, but Vegeta loved to have his mouth full of it. The English language couldn't have begun to describe the way Goku felt when his name was on the other’s lips. No one pronounced it like Vegeta did. It cracked and roared like thunder when it rolled off his tongue, like winds of storm had ripped it from his chest. And Goku lived to make him speak it in the accent he preferred: cries of ecstasy.

"Ka-ahn ka-nh rooH th-" Goku's thrusts had evolved into a full-body motion. Each roll of his hips rocked their entwined frames like waves rocking a raft adrift at sea. His hand gripped behind Vegeta’s knee, plainly trying not to yank his leg back too hard in his attempt to shove as much of his sex as he could into his lover's hole. Vegeta didn't fail to notice the other's care, even as he plunged into him over and over again, with apparent unbridled savagery. It made it all the more endearing, the way Goku worked so greedily for his own pleasure. Vegeta, on his part, did the same. He had reached between his legs, touching himself, pumping in time with his lover’s rhythm. “Oh God, Vegeta…! ‘Geta…” “This all you can do, Kakarot?”, he hissed, dragging his tongue across his lover’s bottom lip, frenzied with lust, “Give it to me. Harder.” The hitch in the other’s breath tickled him in all the right ways. Goku was surging into him with all the ardor the irksome softness of the mattress allowed him. Vegeta stroked himself faster, smirking as he listening to his lover’s labored mumbling. “Oh God… OhGodohGodohGod-“ Goku hilted himself inside his lover, trembling, and held onto him, unmoving. Vegeta’s smile died on his lips, feeling something leak out of his entrance. He looked over his shoulder. His gaze was returned by a blurry-eyed stare. “Already? Really?” “Sorry, I couldn't help it”, was the dreamy reply, “You're so beautiful when you get like this...”

“Sweet talk won’t cut it”, Vegeta muttered through his teeth. "You better keep that dick in there until I finish, you- Whatever curses Vegeta had built up behind his teeth were cut short. Goku was gone from behind him. Before he knew it,  his lover was on top of him, settled between his legs, crouching on his haunches like a tiger ready to pounce. Vegeta found himself on his back, spread out and exposed. His eyes shot downward to what had sprung free from his body. “You-!”, he sputtered, in disbelief, gawking at his companion’s flushed yet miraculously still stiff and ready sex, throbbing lively between his legs. "You're still hard!" Goku held one of Vegeta’s legs close to his body, seeking the heat of his lover’s hole again. He thrusted in, ripping a groan out of Vegeta’s throat. The older man was gazing at him. Whatever displeasure had unsettled him before was gone from him. His toned, arching body spoke nothing but lust. Goku’s head was spinning, balls aching for release once again. He saw in golden hues. Vegeta’s skin glistened like fused metal under him, stretched over taunt muscle and flushed where his lips had bruised him before. Dark eyes sought his like he was daring him to posses him until their passion ground their bones to dust. “I just can’t get enough of you”, Goku groaned, hands stilling his hips as he ground himself into the puckered hole, savoring he the feeling of his own spent frothing around his swollen girth. “You freak”, Vegeta husked, nothing but endearment and arousal on his voice, “Fuck me like you mean it.” And Goku had meant it. And he meant to spell it out in capital letters. Vegeta knew he would from the moment he felt the slightest squeeze in his grip. This time around, whatever desire had fueled him before, burned brighter. There was no need to start slow when they were both riled up beyond their comprehension. Vegeta had thrown his head back, unable to contain the moans and cries ripped from his outstretched throat. Goku was slamming into him hard and fast, his hold on his hips harsh enough to bruise, but the rough handling elicited no complaints. Vegeta’s prostate was receiving the much longed-for ruthless pummeling he’d been craving for weeks. The hand he had wrapped around his sex could hardly keep up. The other was raised above his head, gripping the edge of the bed, holding onto the mattress for dear life. Each thrust sent thundering shocks into his core, guts victim of uncontrollable throes of ecstasy. That was it. That was the kind of thing they both needed. Hot and heavy and wet and loud. Goku’s eyes were fixed on his lover, soaking in every single detail. He was feeling a pleasure so intense he could hardly keep himself straight his legs anymore. His lover was hot and tight around him. The sensations pulling at his cock left him breathless.

Vegeta was looking at him too. His hands reached out for the vision of bulging, rippling muscles, clawing at his powerful chest, craving contact. He didn’t have to wait long before Goku let himself fall forward, covering him with his body. Goku loved to see Vegeta writhing in pleasure like that. His hands, his sex, his eyes, every part of his body hungered for him, more so now that he had him moaning under him than it had before. Rivalry was a sweet spice to their attraction, but Vegeta’s pride was a cruel mistress only distance could appease. Still, whatever kept them apart kept bringing them closer and closer together. They could dissimulate all the wished in public, there was no faking, no deceiving themselves when they were together. Goku’s eyes burned into his lover’s face until he returned his gaze. Now he had him, he knew he had him right where he needed him to be, past every pride or pretense. The stars flying through their eyes crashed together and burned.

"Vegeta, you don't know how much I've missed you."

Vegeta couldn't help but feel vulnerable. Even though Goku was balls deep inside him, that intense, yearning look in his rich, brown eyes was the most intimate touch he'd ever experienced. With Kakarot, the line between senseless fucking and lovemaking thinned dangerously. And he threaded gloriously on that blurred edge like being careless and being carefree meant the same thing to him. Kakarot had taken his heart tightrope walking on livewire. “So much... I missed you so much… I missed you so much”, Goku was groaning over and over again. "Vegeta..." Vegeta’s arms were immediately around his shoulders, pulling him down until their noses brushed together, their breath mixing between their panting mouths. Passion let them loose, truth spilling out like water out of a crumbling dam. “Vegeta…” “Me too. I missed you too.” Their mouths crashed together with dangerous ardour. Vegeta kept his lover’s mouth on his, clinging to his lips by his teeth, hands curling into his thick, dark mop to hold him in place. His legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing his sides, ankles crossing behind the small of his back. An arduous feat, given how wildly Goku bucked into him. He groaned and hummed into his mouth. His lungs were aching. Their lips broke apart, the sounds of their pleasure spilling out once again. The younger man was almost curled over his lover. His weight bore down on Vegeta, coiled behind every single relentless thrust that shook his frame. He was edging towards the peak. Vegeta’s hands raked down the strong back. Goku had wrapped a hand around his sex, the feeling of that rough, warm, familiar palm was slowly dragging him towards his demise. Every muscle in his body was tensed and curled, ready to snap at any given moment. He was so close. Goku leaned his head against his shoulder, breathing his stuttering breaths into the crook of his neck. He was rutting like an animal, Vegeta’s sex leaking and twitching in his hand, his voice cracking in his lover's ear. Suddenly, as it always happened, he was struck by the truth of the feelings building up within him. It wasn’t that his desire was laced with profound tenderness, it was exactly the other way round. “I love you.“ He didn’t receive a reply. There was no need for it. Vegeta’s nails dug in his skin. Goku felt his body spasm and clench around him. Heat blossomed between his fingers, hot spurts of liquid hitting both of their chests. His nostril’s flared when the scent of orgasm hit him. He bucked faster and faster into Vegeta’s quivering body, until the heat that had wound up inside him broke loose. He finally came with a loud, fervent groan. Glorious, ached-for, overpowering release. Strenght seeped from his bones, leaving listless. He abandoned himself on top of his lover, finally spent. The fruits of Vegeta’s cooling pleasure sticked to his skin, but he didn’t care. He was too blissed out to think about that. All he cared for was the tingling daze left behind by what had to be one of the hardest, most mind-numbing orgasms of his life. With the little energy left in him, he wrapped his arms around the man heaving underneath him. Vegeta returned the embrace, digits soothing the marks his nails had left across the other’s shoulder blades. He closed his eyes, feeling the thick length still buried deep inside him slowly soften. He made no comment on just how much spent he felt leaking from his entrance. He made no comment at all, neither of them did. It was always the same. There was nothing they could say that hadn’t been already shared in feeling. They never knew what to do with themselves. So they simply stayed quite, into each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow, post-orgasmic endorphins coursing through their bloodstream. As always, for Vegeta, that bliss was tainted. If Goku sensed his lover’s anxieties, he didn’t let it show. Vegeta had to envy his calm. Goku was languid, head resting on his lover’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. The weight of him was welcome, more so than the sinking feeling oppressing his chest. It wasn’t that the man above in was his rival, or the best lay he’d ever had in his entire life, or clearly in love with him. It was all those things, but it wasn’t it that troubled Vegeta. What troubled him was the tormenting doubt: what was he to do with all the unfathomable tenderness that man kindled within his chest? After they’d crossed paths, it had been like they’d found gravity. They’d become obsessed, first with their fighting, then with each other. Though training to knock the other out on the floor of a tournament match hadn’t brought them anywhere near settling their score yet, they’d successfully found themselves backed into a corner. They’d been meeting in secret like that for months now. They hadn’t been keeping track, but it must have been almost a year since they’d started sleeping together. Each time they had, Vegeta was more and more aware that it wasn’t going to be the last. He’d often found himself wondering how much longer they could go on telling themselves what they were doing was a secret. What had sparked as an impulsive urge was developing into something that was more than just a convenient, occasional arrangement. It was more serious than that. Vegeta couldn’t lie to himself anymore. There was nothing he could do to erase the fact that he was falling head over heels in love with that man. After all, you can’t stop a runaway train. “We’re taking a train tomorrow”, he suddenly suggested, inspired. “For where?”, his lover inquired, sluggishly. “For anywhere.” Pensive silence followed his proposal. If Goku was surprised by his invite he didn’t let it show. He merely pushed himself up just enough to look at his lover in the eyes, all lidded eyes, kiss-swollen lips and messy hair. Vegeta felt like cursing. For a second he feared the other was going to ask him for his reasons. But of course, he had no need to do so, since he already knew them. “I had promised my mothers I’d be back to their place to do house sitting while they’re-“ “I couldn’t give a damn about that, Kakarot”, the other rebuked, imperiously, “Let’s go someplace. Just the two of us. A week, two weeks, a month, a year, forever, I don’t care. Let’s just leave tomorrow, before your nosy friends start swarming around you again. It’ll be my treat. I’m not asking for anything.” The younger man’s lips curled into a grin. If there was someone who could get away with complete and obnoxious disregard of etiquette and general politeness in Goku’s book, that had to be Vegeta. He pushed himself back up on his haunches. His limp length finally slipped out, leaving the older man wincing slightly at the sudden emptiness. Goku’s eyes admired the copious mess they’d made of each other, before drifting back up to Vegeta’s expectant face. “What are you planning to do with me if I say yes?”, he inquired, cunningly. “We’ll figure it out as we go”, came the dry rebuke. Vague. But the younger man would have needed much less to be swayed. Goku bent down, cupping the other’s face, visibly glowing when the other accepted his touch. He kissed him, hot and deep, wrapping his arms around him once again. “Alright”, he agreed in a murmur. Vegeta let himself be lifted in the other’s embrace and shifted around, so that the two of them could settle under the crumpled, dirtied sheets. “Not going to take another shower first?” “It doesn’t bother me”, Goku murmured in reply, nuzzling his neck, “I love how you smell after.” Vegeta wasn’t a fan of grime, but he made no move to do anything about it either. “Suit yourself. But I’m not sucking you off first thing tomorrow morning, when your morning wood wakes me up.” “I’m sure someone’ll take care of it.” They both knew neither of them was going to pass the chance the morning after, with or without showering. Vegeta stretched an arm out to flip the light switch but hesitated. “Kakarot.” “Mmh?” “Congratulations on your victory”, the older man finally conceded. Goku smiled against his skin. Vegeta turned the lights off and darkness fell in the room.

[tankun]

We Got A Plane To Catch

To Tankun From BMyg

Rated: 18+ Smut smut smut

Words: 1,836

Pairing: Top!Jungkook/Bottom!Yoongi 

Notes: yes, excessive precum is a thing 

Yoongi digs his nails into the back of his boyfriend, as the man mercilessly and continuously enters into him. They’re now kissing sloppily, licking into each other’s mouths, filthy but hot. He feels his legs open wider to let him closer and hopefully deeper inside. It does, feeling the tip repeatedly hitting his prostate, he feels pleasurable heat building, then Jungkook suddenly switches positions, him underneath and Yoongi on top with Jungkook still inside. He teasingly thrusts his hips up slowly, spurring Yoongi to move himself. So he does, lifting his ass before impaling himself deep, he groans, throwing his head back. It’s feels good and Jungkook looks aroused, intense gaze sending a shiver up his spine, hands squeeze his hips, the pleasurable heat starts increasing, high, high, he’s so damn close—

A loud knock on the hotel-room door startles Yoongi awake, he rolls over and grumbles into his pillow, and decides to take his sweet time to get up. He purposely slowly opens the door, leaving it open barely a feet. Namjoon stands there innocently with his breakfast and coffee, informing him that ‘they’ll be leaving soon so pack up’. Yoongi sleepily nods through the small door crack, before suddenly snatching Namjoon’s coffee, abruptly closing it. “Hey! That’s mine…” Immediately he regrets it but serves him right for waking him up from possibly the-best-wet-dream he’s ever had. He stares longingly at the invitingly comfy bed but opts instead for a quick shower.

-

It takes only a few strokes in the shower before he cums but still, he feels hot and horny, almost feverish,  so he tries lowering the water temperature. It does nothing for his erection still straining against his stomach. The dream is still fresh in his mind; sweaty muscles, bruising kisses, a cock, belonging to a certain main vocalist, pounding into him relentlessly, it was really hot, ok? Yoongi decides to try and replicate the feeling with his fingers, but it just leaves him frustrated and more needy. Which is how he ends up in front of Jungkook’s hotel room door, knocking quietly but insistent. A barely awake Jungkook opens it yawning. Yoongi quickly ducks under his arm into the room, quickly scanning it for anyone inside but still asks for good measure, “We alone?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook simply replies, too tired to question Yoongi’s sudden unusual entrance.

“Close the door and lock it.” 

“OK.” Jungkook easily complies.

 Yoongi then grabs a sleepy Jungkook’s shirt and brings him in for a searing kiss while also trying to palm him through his jeans, then suddenly unbuttoning them. Jungkook quickly pulls Yoongi back by the shoulders, “W-whoa! Hyung, we shouldn’t! We honestly don’t have enough time. B-besides we need to pack.” His eyes look huge and his face flushed and dazed, but despite that his groin is leaning into the touch.

 Yoongi looks up from his wet bangs and flushed cheeks, and whines, “We still have time.” Then leans forward to place a hand into Jungkook’s pants palming a hard-on through briefs and whispers in his ear, “You seem eager to me, and I also really really need your cock in me. Don’t worry, we’ll make it quick.”

Jungkook gulps, stuttering a, “W-what? Ah, shit.” Easily giving in to his very persuasive boyfriend.

It had been awhile, the tour and cameras had obviously kept them busy and separated. So they had little to no contact, especially sex. They were both pent up and well, young.

 “Hmm, you’re wetter than usual, did you miss me that much?” He takes Jungkook’s cock in his hand, smearing the precum, onto his palm lubing it, making the younger man moan, bucking into his hand. Jungkook always produced more precum than the usual man, he says he couldn’t help it being the Golden Maknae and all, and well Yoongi didn’t disagree. 

Yoongi gets on his knees pulling Jungkook’s pants and briefs down mid-thigh. He begins by gently holding the hard-length in his elegant hands, tilting his head to side to kiss and tease it, licking wet stripes of saliva along the length. Jungkook groans, gripping Yoongi’s shoulders, who triumphantly looks up at him with a lifted brow and smirks, mouth pressed against the head. Knowing how erotic he looks right now, on his knees, mouth shining with precum, heavy eyelids, he twirls his tongue around the head.

“Fuck, you look so good,” Jungkook loves the way his boyfriend looks now, especially when the dimly-lit hotel room casts a warm glow against his boyfriends freshly cleaned skin, he looks radiant. Jungkook can’t get enough, his cock twitches in Yoongi’s hands, who takes this as a sign to hurry up, so he does, taking only the tip into his mouth, bobbing his head around it. Jungkook runs his fingers lovingly through his lover’s black hair, gripping when he feels too much. Yoongi pulls off, wipes his mouth against the back of his hand. He observes his work, he looks satisfied, the cock is fully erect and dripping precum. He gets up, licks his lips then pulls Jungkook down into a heated kiss. Jungkook tastes himself, gross, but Yoongi’s a really good kisser, so it kinda makes up for it.

Jungkook grips Yoongi’s waist and backs him up against the bed, unable to stop kissing him, but still shoving blindly, all of his clothes, travel necessities and backpack off the bed making a mess on the carpeted floor. He lays Yoongi flat on the bed, lips still locked together, before letting their hips grind together, causing them to moan into each others mouths. 

Now,  Jungkook, definitely more awake, admired Yoongi, who looked irresistible with his shower-wet black hair sticking to his forehead, flushed cheeks, red-kissed lips and smelling really nice. This urges Jungkook to bury his face in his neck, while nipping, sucking and kissing at it. Yoongi wraps his legs around Jungkook’s waist pulling him closer causing a delicious friction, making Jungkook moan into his neck.

“We need to hurry, take off your clothes.” Yoongi commands whilst also hurriedly taking off his own sweatpants, revealing nothing underneath. Jungkook sees this and his eyes flutter shut. He breathes deeply counting his blessings before hastily pulling both his pants and underwear completely off and throwing them to the floor. His leaking erection stands proud against his tight abs. Yoongi’s mouth salivates again at the sight. 

“I’m all ready,” Yoongi confidently wraps his legs around Jungkook’s waist and pulls him close. His leaking member brushes up against a slicked-lubed up ass. Jungkook gasps, it makes his tongue and mind go numb. Yoongi reaches a hand up around his neck and pulls him down to whisper huskily into his ear, “as you can tell, I’ve already prepared myself, so please~fuck me, hard.” He makes sure to pronounce the last word slowly and carefully, nipping Jungkook’s ear playfully. “Let me feel you for days.”

“H-holy shit.” If he wasn’t fully awake a moment ago… 

“Please~!” Yoongi grabs Jungkook’s hard leaking member and lines it up against his entrance. Yoongi looks so desperate, his face flushed and lips swollen, wet and panting, begging to be fucked, it was too much for Jungkook. 

 “You’re so fucking hot.” He grabs Yoongi’s legs and hoist them up onto his shoulders and presses Yoongi’s torso into the mattress, guiding his cock against Yoongi’s slick hole. “You ready?”

Yoongi nods, biting his lips, not breaking eye contact as Jungkook gently pushes into the searing heat and lets out a throaty moan. Yoongi lets out a heavy breath but impatiently tries impaling himself further on Jungkook’s cock. Hissing, “It’s so tight. You OK?” He slowly pulls out before steadily pushing back in, the older male whines, furrows his brows with tears in his eyes, moaning breathy ‘ohs’, as Jungkook takes him gently.

Yoongi jerks his head back in frustration, letting out a painful, guttural whine, jungkook immediately stops, “Did that hurt?” Blushing high on his cheeks, Yoongi let’s out a heavy sigh. 

“No…but I thought I told you…” He looks away from Jungkook’s concerned stare, embarrassing him, and grits out, “—hard. Want.It.Rougher.” 

This also causes Jungkook to blush, he doesn’t mind, they’ve done it plenty rough before but it usually caused Yoongi to limp or some pain. “You sure?”

Annoyed Yoongi pushes himself fully on Jungkook’s cock, making the younger choke out a moan. “I’m sure.”  

“OK, if you insist,” he pulls out before roughly thrusting in deep. Yoongi loses his breath, gasping in surprise. He smirks down at Yoongi, “Let’s get it.”

Jungkook settles for a brutal pace, his throbbing hot member making a whimpering mess of Yoongi. Tears gather at the corner of his eyes, shut tight, he moans out prettily Jungkook’s name like a mantra. He grabs roughly at Yoongi’s hips and angles it up so that he can repeatable hit his sweet spot, making Yoongi see stars. “Ahn!” He grips tight, Jungkook’s biceps, digging his nails in, with his thighs trembling and toes curling, he sees white, before cumming on his pale stomach. Jungkook slows his pace, and pulls out, making Yoongi wince. 

Jungkook smears with his fingers his excessive pre-cum over Yoongi’s twitching and sensitive hole. “I didn’t cum yet, is it fine if we–?” Yoongi quickly nods in agreement, even though he’s not really ready for another round. Jungkook pushes in again but this time taking in Yoongi’s facial expression, which is now very wrecked; wet eyelashes, red swollen lips, hair sticking to a sweaty forehead, flushed red cheeks and sultry heavy lidded eyes, captivates and arouses Jungkook.  So easily, he becomes completely hard again, thus continuing a brutal pace, making Yoongi moan in pleasure. 

He loves to make eye contact with Yoongi during sex especially when his pretty mouth falls open as he pounds into him, it’s too erotic. Yoongi wraps his arms around Jungkook’s strong torso, burying his face into his neck. Sweat and muscles and sex, fill Yoongi’s every senses along with a very greedy cock pounding his ass again to kingdom cum. He’s in utter bliss. 

Jungkook cums soon after with abandon, this time filling thick semen into Yoongi. Collapsing beside him, both panting. He looks at his satisfiable, messy, blissed out, beautiful Yoongi and smiles, glad they were able to connect again. They just lay there enjoying their after glow and each other’s company. 

Yoongi breaks the comfortable silence, “I needed that.” Jungkook hums in agreement.  

Yoongi’s eyes widen a bit, “Oh shit, we forgot a condom,” he casually notes as he pats his belly. “Now it’s all messy inside, gross,” pouting adorably. Jungkook laughs. 

“Well, we didn’t do it in forever and you were so needy, I couldn’t help myself.” Yoongi blushes and looks away, Jungkook heart squeezes and he gently turns Yoongi’s face towards his, kissing his lover softly. Yoongi kisses back. They make out for a few minutes before deciding it’s probably time they pack up, they do have a plane to catch.