#purring like a fucking motorcycle engine

[knightxofxtime]

sick

[smileysuh]

ride night TEASER

🌙 starring. Lee Donghyuck x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “You always told me you had a thing for older men. Said I wasn’t your usual type- not daddy enough for you, well, here you go, baby. Let daddy hear you moan for my cock.” You seriously can’t believe this is happening. All you can do is try to relax while Hyuck fucks you stupid in some dive bar bathroom stall, your core still throbbing and desperate after six orgasms from a vibrator while on his bike. The fingers on your oversensitive bud are unrelenting, just like your boyfriend, and at this point, you can’t even bring yourself to care that his ride night dad is listening in, only a few feet away. 

tw/cw. Exhibitionism, riding a Harley with a vibrator inside of you, multiple orgasms, fucking in a bar bathroom while someone (John) listens in, overstimulation, unprotected sex, vibrator as a ball gag, voyeurism, dirty talk, praise, choking, brief pussy eating, Hyuck has tattoos, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 4.9k

🍭 aus. Established relationship au, motorcycle au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. The I love Harleys saga continues but this time with NCT

You close your eyes, giving in to the onslaught of sensations. 

The air ripping at your tight riding jacket, gravel buffering your knees ever so often, music ringing through your helmet, the powerful vibrator in your pussy, and the even more powerful machine that Hyuck maneuvers like a God-

If you focus too hard, if you allow yourself to enjoy all of this, you might just cum, and part of you wants to resist that, so you open your eyes, looking over at John on the bike next to you.

Hyuck might be the notorious dare devil, but John’s not all that angelic either. The man is standing straight up on his foot pegs, his butt raised completely off his seat. The wind is tearing at his leather jacket, and you can’t even imagine the pressure of the air he’s cutting through, battering at his body-

Even so, he looks as free as you’ve ever seen a man look.

Your pussy pulses pathetically around the toy and you grip Hyuck’s hips, legs shaking around his own.

His hand lands on your thigh, squeezing, as if to say ‘cum for me,’ and your body can’t help itself this time. You release all the pressure, your muscles going slack for a moment of peace before contracting from the power of your orgasm.

Your core throbs desperately around the vibrator, your eyes closing to enjoy the sensation.

Hyuck takes his hand away from your thigh, revving the engine and kicking into an even higher gear. The bike purs below you, as if she - like her master - is amped up from the energy of your release.

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[dollivication]

thinking about cat hybrid!dmc3!vergil and cat hybrid!dmc3!dante with owner!user…….

you cannot take these bitches anywhere. “cat fight!” YEAH NO LITERALLY! your furniture will be RUINED, i suggest you get ready to step into stuffing the moment you enter your house. everything will be scratched up, from the couch to the pillows on your bed.

maybe that’s to be expected from two twins who can hardly get along, with one of them constantly annoying the other (dante……. smh)

speaking of dante, he’s already lazy as is, now imagine him with feline characteristics. this fucker will knock any devices or book out of your hands just to sprawl out on your lap, purring like a damn motorcycle engine!!… aww don’t look so mad, just pet his fluffy tail yah? he promises it’ll make you feel better! :3

i fear there is little to no taming him.. spraying him with water will only have him shake off the droplets, purposefully wetting you in retaliation. or he’ll just cuddle up close to you, soaking you both in freezing water. there’s no winning with dante. just feed him and pet him and praise him (for being a fatass) it’s not that hard!<3

vergil.. there’s not much of a shift in his character! he’s got a pair of cat ears and a tail now, but there’s nothing really different from how he normally is.

he’s still quite independent, minding his own business and only approaching you whenever he needs something. his distance remains, with very RARE instances of him purring.. like it’s once in a blue moon! this fucker suppresses all of his sounds, and he almost never lets you pet him :/ (swats your hand away if you even lift it in his direction… sigh!)

——NSFW——

there will be times when they’ll get reaaaally fucking needy! almost at the same time. so it’s just double the amount of getting pawed at, your clothes being tugged on and your thighs/sides getting kneaded. dante is far more touchier than vergil, more shameless as he sticks his head under your shirt and grinds his cock against you!

vergil is somewhat anxious in his approaches until he sees just how reactive you are towards dante’s advances. it seems to alter his brain, and suddenly he’s at your other side, sinking his teeth into your shoulder in hopes of you getting noisier!!

they’re stuck to you like glue, their hands wandering and grasping at your skin. it starts off as a bit of a rivalry, seeing who can make you twitch and moan the most—until they get caught up in how hard you fucking make them!

dante will happily guide your hand to his cock, while vergil practically shoves and forces the other towards his own. their dicks are already shiny from their pre-cum, each stroke of your hands only sounding filthy and slick.

dante is the one who lifts your shirt up and exposes your chest, wasting no time in latching on to one of your nipples. vergil won’t ever admit it, but it sparks a bit of inspiration as he follows shortly after, taking the other into his mouth.

their tongues will swirl around the perked buds, switching between suckling and nibbling ever so slightly. it’s the first time in a quite a while that they simply co-exist, purring into your chest as the vibrations tickle your skin. the fluffy ears on their heads flick on occasion, the identical blue eyes of the twins trained on their beloved owner.

patience is a virtue; but not to them. sandwiching you between them, they’ll stick their hardened cocks inside of you, vergil grunting as dante damn well near mewls at how tightly you squeeze them.

they’ll fuck into your shared hole, dante making a few cheeky quips here and there as vergil immediately shuts him down, his frustration with his twin brother only prompting him to drill into you faster. their tails will brush against your legs, wrapping around as if it’ll bring you closer to them.

both move their hips with a relentless fervor, not once granting you a break as the three of you lose yourselves in a blissful hysteria. they’ll use you as their personal fleshlight, vergil forming slowly blooming love bites across your body as dante licks up any sweat, drool, or tears with a haughty grin.

it was almost humorous just how much control they had over you in that moment. and now that they realized it—you’d do well to provide them a litter. let them fill you up with their seed. let them fucking breed you. take their warm cum.

..that’s what a good owner does, after all<3

[fxdizz-y]

Okay okay, just imagine walking pass EJ's room, yea?

Then like hearing a bunch of rumbly sounds like someone fucking started up a motorcycle in there– it was so loud you JUST have to double check it and lo and behold

Two demons nuzzle up and tangled up in each other arms, one a shorter demon with messy jet black hair the others a bigger demon with curly brown hair

Now the fun thing is that they were purring soooo fucking loudly while taking a nap together like omfg anyone would thought Jack was fixing a fucking motor engine or something in there but nooo mfs decided to be cozy during the snowy weather and use each other's bodyheats to go green

Oh to be a demon cuddling with the other demon bros</3

[wrathofrats]

Total gear-head Ifrit with a small but growing collection of antique motorcycles in a small shed on the abbey grounds that he's restored himself.

Just imagine him inviting you to admire his collection, and being ineffably smug when he convinces you sit on one of them with the engine purring and the vibrations start working as intended...

Don't worry...there's a very sturdy work table nearby that's at the perfect height for him to finish what he started...

Hi beloved, I don’t write self insert BUT I will be throwing cirrus in here because I think it’s funny.

Also I made him a bit stupider bc again himbo ifrit is so important to me, if this isn’t what you’re looking for feel free to send another ask bc I def took some liberties with this drabble

Anyways I think that when cirrus gets summoned ifrit is infatuated with her. She’s pretty, intimidating, and ifrit feels like he could melt into the floor when she looks at him. Dark wavy hair, red lipstick, oh he’s obsessed.

All I can think about is cirrus sitting on his motorcycle as he leans against his workbench, trying so very hard to be smooth, and he just trips over himself and sends all the tools flying onto the floor while cirrus fucking looses it watching him try and play it off

Yes she lets him finish was he was trying to start, good thing the bench is cleared off

[thebibutterflyao3]

Backpacking: Dorcas Meadowes/Marlene McKinnon One-Shot (Prongsfoot in the background if you squint)

Rated: M (for handsy behaviour)

Words: 2,279

Marlene batted at the visor on her helmet as she pulled up behind Sirius at the traffic light. He was showing off, per usual. The prick was smoking his tires and revving obnoxiously while he waited for the light to shift. Typical.

Traffic was heavy, so she zipped between the lanes and maneuvered around the cars, ignoring the grumbling drivers who huffed at her. That was the beauty of driving a motorcycle in the city, not having to wait in the long queue at every light. She screeched to a halt right next to Sirius, then hit his kill switch the moment the light turned green.

“Oi! What the fuck?” he shouted, his head snapping sharply toward her. “Marlene!”

Marlene smirked, dropped her visor, and took off, leaving him cursing as he restarted his bike with a long line of impatient drivers honking behind him. He deserved it, the prat. If he insisted on making a scene, she’d make sure he accomplished it. He hated her little red Honda, so it was immensely satisfying to leave him and his black vintage Harley in her dust.

A few quick turns led her to M4 and she headed west. The engine purred as she picked up speed on the motorway. There was nothing quite as divine as the wind whipping through her ponytail and tugging at the rips in her jeans. She held a hand out as she switched lanes, not bothering to flick the indicator when she was flying past cars and SUVs with ease.

The hum of the engine beneath her seat was almost as comforting as the woman waiting for her. Marlene threw open the throttle and shot forward at an obscene speed. A triumphant laugh bubbled in her throat as she shot past a sedan filled with gaping teens. She knew those looks well. Envy was her constant companion.

When the exit sign appeared, Marlene slowed just enough to slip between the lanes again before gunning it down the ramp. Dorcas would wring her neck if she knew how reckless she was driving, but the closer she got to her girlfriend’s flat, the less she cared about silly suggestions like “speed limits.” Marlene weaved through traffic on the neighborhood streets with anticipation thrumming through her veins.

It was pub night, and that meant she was driving. Just the thought of Dorcas’s arms wrapped around her waist made her shimmy excitedly. Two years in and it still thrilled her to spot Dorcas smoking so bloody casually on her front stoop, her helmet wedged between her knees. Those long legs would be pressed tight to her hips in mere minutes.

She screeched to an abrupt stop and planted her boots firmly on the ground. Marlene flashed a bright smile when she flipped her visor up. “Are you ready, love?”

Dorcas took another long haul on her cigarette before smashing it into cement. She unfolded her slim figure from the stoop with the grace of a dancer, all fluid movements and languid limbs. As if she had all the time in the world to cross the pavement, and nowhere else to be. Her long braids bounced lightly against the leather jacket she’d swiped from Marlene months ago. It was equally devastating and mind-numbing to remain frozen in her path as she approached. Marlene’s muscles screamed move, but she could only stare helplessly at the stunning woman, who for some unknown reason, deigned to give her the time of day.

“Hey baby girl,” Dorcas said, her voice smooth and silky. “Did you miss me?”

Marlene melted on the spot at the nickname. There was something unbearably sweet in the way she said it that warmed her to the bone. Dorcas knew exactly what she was doing too. Her deep brown eyes sparkled with mischief as she propped the helmet on her hip.

“Every single minute you’re gone, Dorky,” she teased. Marlene leaned in as Dorcas tilted her head to the side to peck at her lips.

“Flirt.”

“Only with you, gorgeous.”

Dorcas smirked and flicked Marlene’s visor down. “Better be. If I hear otherwise, there will be blood shed.”

Marlene chuckled as she held out her elbow to steady Dorcas while she climbed on behind her. They both knew she wasn’t joking and that it was an entirely unnecessary threat. Marlene couldn’t even be bothered to eye up other girls when she’d already landed a stunner like her.

“No need, love. I’m all yours.”

Dorcas hummed a satisfied note as she settled in. She wrapped her braids in a silk scarf, then tucked the bundle in the collar of her jacket. Or rather, Marlene’s jacket. A small shiver raced down her spine at the thought of the soft leather smoothing over Dorcas’s dark skin.

“Are you cold?”

“No, just envious of my jacket.”

Dorcas huffed a laugh as she slid her helmet on. “Such a twit.”

“Can you honestly blame me? As fit as you are? I mean…” she trailed off, reaching back to pat her girlfriend’s hip.

“Ah, it’s that sort of night, is it?”

Marlene squeezed her thigh and grinned back at her. “I wouldn’t be opposed to skipping the pub and staying in.”

“After the week I’ve had, I need a drink.” Dorcas clicked her tongue reprovingly and swatted at Marlene’s hand. “You and your libido can wait.”

“Yeah, alright.” She couldn’t resist a light pinch of Dorcas’s leg as she pulled away.

“Oi! Stop that.”

Marlene grinned as she flipped her visor down and leaned into the handlebars. She’d been looking forward to this all week. With Dorcas’s crazy schedule at the law firm and her own chaotic days at the studio, they both needed a night out with their friends to unwind.

After a full minute of silence, she glanced back and frowned. “Hold on, Dorky.”

“No. You don’t deserve it after pinching me.”

It sounded like Dorcas was pouting, but Marlene knew better. She liked this game, and if Dorcas was in a mood to play petulant passenger, she would humour her. Marlene exaggerated an annoyed grunt and reached back blindly for her arms.

“Come on, Dorky. You have to at least hold on to my hips or you’ll fall off.”

“What hips?” Dorcas taunted playfully, prodding Marlene’s side. “How am I meant to hold on when your love handles are hidden under this?”

Marlene embraced her inner drama queen and gasped at the audacity. “Excuse me? Love handles? Dorcas Meadowes, how dare-“

“Oh shut it, you know I love your curves. I just wish I could find them under all these layers.” Dorcas patted her down, then shrugged.

“You’ll just have to backpack then.”

Dorcas scoffed, “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? Wore this boxy jacket so I’d have to hug you the whole time.”

Of course I did. “I would never-”

“Liar. Fine, you want me all up your arse?” she said, sliding forward and moulding her body to Marlene’s back. “Then, no whining if I accidentally fondle you.”

“Accidentally? Here I was hoping it was on purpose.”

Marlene finally caught hold of Dorcas’s hands and tugged them into a firm grip of her waist. She could practically feel Dorcas rolling her eyes when she playfully clunked their helmets together. It was their silly banter that convinced Dorcas to allow her a second date and Marlene wasn’t going to be caught slacking now.

“If you didn’t drive like a maniac, then maybe I would fondle you on purpose.”

Her body reacted viscerally to that admission. Marlene barely stifled a groan as she rocked her hips back into her girlfriend’s lap.

“Shite Dorky, why didn’t you say so earlier?”

“I didn’t think you could handle it.”

Marlene’s eyebrows shot up. “Is that a challenge?”

“Yes. I am absolutely challenging you to drive safely, you utter twat.” Dorcas slipped her hand into Marlene’s jacket and cupped her breast to give it a light squeeze. “If I have to feel you up to assure we arrive in one piece, so be it.”

A startled breath stuttered out of her mouth as Dorcas thumbed her nipple teasingly. Marlene was in for a challenge alright, a challenge to keep the bike upright if Dorcas continued to be handsy tonight. Not that she objected, she liked a challenge and a handsy Dorcas.

“Yes, please.”

Dorcas laughed and released her. “Best behaviour then, baby girl.”

Marlene internally vowed to drive as slowly and cautiously as possible. If she also happened to take a longer route to the pub, that was an unrelated coincidence. Whatever she had to do to prolong the delightful attention of her girlfriend’s hands was worth the effort.

“Alright,” she forced out, already breathless.

Three gentle turns later led them back to the motorway. As Marlene accelerated up the ramp, Dorcas’s warm hands smoothed down her thighs and massaged her legs through the jeans. A little thrill rushed through her and she slowed to the speed limit automatically. Dorcas’s hum of approval vibrated against her back.

Those clever fingers continued to knead into her thigh muscles as she drove, making her legs flex. It was almost painful to remain in the slow lane, but she couldn’t risk losing the delicious sensations her girlfriend sent rushing through her body. When Dorcas pressed her thumbs into the sensitive creases where her legs met her hips, Marlene shifted her stance to give her better access.

It felt so bloody good that Marlene couldn’t be bothered to weave in and out of traffic. She followed the rattling, rust-bucket of a truck in front of her at a near crawl for the entirety of the twenty kilometres they were on M4. At this rate, they’d arrive by closing.

Marlene flicked on the indicator when she spotted their exit and was rewarded with a brush of fingertips over her crotch. Her hips jerked forward and immediately the bike stalled. Dorcas laughed as Marlene pulled in the clutch slowly and guided the bike down the ramp.

“Bloody hell.”

“You need to be careful, baby girl,” Dorcas teased, resting her hands on the fuel tank. “I’d hate for you to wreck this pretty toy of yours.”

Once they coasted to a stop at the traffic light, Marlene threw the gear in neutral and reignited the engine. The bike protested at first, but eventually hummed happily again. It was lucky they were already decelerating just now. Marlene would rather not drop her bike at 96 km/h, thank you very much.

“You’re a menace,” Marlene sighed as she leaned back against Dorcas and propped her elbows on her knees.

“Mm-hmm, you like it though.”

“My fatal flaw.”

A flash of chrome and black thundered through the intersection ahead of her. Sirius flipped her off the moment he spotted her. His newly acquired rider swatted at his shoulder. Dorcas groaned, then patted the top of Marlene’s helmet.

“Were you terrorizing him again?”

“I would never.”

The light changed and they both leaned forward automatically. Marlene took off after Sirius at top speed, determined to catch up. Dorcas squeezed her tight around her middle and ducked her head. Within minutes, they were right behind him.

Sirius purposefully stayed to the right of the lane and kept an eye on her in the side mirror. His passenger was taller than him, but Marlene couldn’t tell if it was James or Remus with all of the gear on. She sidled up next to him and covered her kill switch so he couldn’t retaliate. Sirius swiped at her handlebar anyway, like a petty child.

“Oi! Stop that.” James’s voice chastised as his visor slid up. He sat back and grinned at Marlene and Dorcas. “Ladies, are you joining us tonight at the prestigious Black Dog?”

“We are, darling,” Dorcas replied, flicking her visor up as well. “Is it just the two of you?”

“Yeah, Moony is knackered and Pete’s working late.”

Sirius revved his engine and jerked forward, sending James crashing into his back with a grunt. He swatted Sirius’s shoulder again, then rolled his eyes at Marlene. Dorcas laughed as she waved to James and mimed tickling Marlene’s sides.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Sirius shouted, flailing when James’s hands twitched agaisnt his back. “I will toss you off this bike. Don’t test me.”

James shook with laughter and hugged him instead. “Alright, alright. So tetchy.”

Sirius pointed at her and Dorcas threateningly, but didn’t get a single word out before the light changed. Marlene shot out ahead of him and led the way to the pub. She saw him in her periphery every so often and blocked his attempts to pass. His loud string of curses made her grin even wider.

Just before they pulled into the car park, Dorcas’s hands started wandering again. She tucked one into Marlene’s jacket, palming her breast over her shirt, and the other gripped her thigh. It took every ounce of control she possessed to park her bike straight.

“At least Dorcas knows to hold on,” Sirius snarked, parking in the same spot. “While this fucker is trying to wave at everyone.”

James glanced at the two of them and smirked. “You want me to hold on like that? Alright then.”

He grabbed Sirius’s inner thigh and squeezed his chest. “Better, Pads?”

“What the fuck?” Sirius spluttered. He swatted at James’s hands before looking back at Marlene. “Oh, I see, you’re all being little shits today.”

Dorcas slid off the bike and lifted her helmet. “Nonsense, I’m an excellent backpack. Right, Marls?”

“The best,” she agreed readily, eyeing her girlfriend’s bum in her tight jeans. Marlene decided right then to spend the rest of the evening with her hands tucked in those back pockets.

[blackacre13]

Omg pls do a part 2 of the loubbie blind date

Part 2 is here:

Here’s Part 3.

“You don’t want to order dinner anymore.”

“No?” Debbie laughed, afraid that she somehow wasn’t reading this right. But that couldn’t be the case. That wasn’t Debbie Ocean.

“No,” Lou whispered, leaning in across the table, her lips ghosting against Debbie’s skin. “But you want dessert.”

“Do I?” The brunette swallowed thickly, the scent of Lou’s cologne lingering as she slowly pulled back, Debbie desperate to pull her back in, towards her lips.

“You just can’t decide what you want,” Lou winked, kicking back the chair as she stood, throwing back the rest of her drink.

“What?” Debbie laughed. “Like chocolate or vanilla?”

“Like whether you want to be under or over me,” Lou hissed, fingers gliding against Debbie’s shoulders before she started walking towards the door of the restaurant.

Debbie was stunned. Lou had her pegged. And she was smitten. Her stomach was fluttering for a whole new slew of reasons now. The nerves replaced with flames of lust lapping at her.

She knew she only had a quick second to decide. And there wasn’t much of a choice. Either sit there, bewildered and trying to figure out what Lou had just done to her that already had her legs wobbling and her brain melting, alone with her thoughts. Or follow her. Was that even a decision she had to make?

With a scoff, she pushed back the chair, holding her head high, shoulders back. It was only a smidge of a pity that she wouldn’t be tasting the food at the restaurant or meeting some impressive chef, but somehow, she had a feeling that she would be back here. With Lou. On a date. And that was enough.

Lou was inviting her on more than a one night stand or some sleazy hookup. It was an adventure. A secret. And Debbie Ocean was going to make her spill all her secrets, and then some.

“Decisive,” Lou smirked, pushing the door open as she gestured to the brunette. “Ladies, first.”

Debbie wanted to come up with a witty response, but she was still fumbling and trying to find her bearings. Hopefully, the snide remarks and sultry demeanor she usually could pull off on a date or a con would make their reappearance. But for now, she merely scooted around the blonde and out the door, Lou offering out her arm for Debbie to take before she could even attempt to stutter a question asking where they were headed.

Lou hooked her head to the side, starting to glide along the sidewalk, Debbie skipping a few steps to keep up with her. Two blocks later, the blonde stopped, kneeling suddenly and slipping a pocket knife from the side of her boot, slipping the blade into the ignition of a sleek black motorcycle.

“Jesus,” Debbie shrieked in a whisper. “Are you Fucking crazy?”

“First,” Lou grinned. “I don’t think he’s here. Second, yes. You coming?” She asked, swinging a leg over the bike as she scooted closer to the front, hands curling around the handle bars.

Debbie swallowed thickly, too caught up in the spread of Lou’s thighs, the engine now purring between her legs, sure and nimble fingers gripping and twisting.

“Yes,” Debbie breathed, probably visibly shaking dirty thoughts away if Lou’s twinkling eyes were any indication. “Yeah. I’m in. Let’s be crazy.”

She slid onto the bike behind Lou, once again regretting her heels, but trusting this wild stranger of a woman for who knows what reason, her hips bumping against Lou’s, heat stirring between them, the engine thrumming beneath them.

“You ready?” Lou yelled above the roar of the engine.

“I…”

“Oh, wait,” Lou said suddenly, turning to twist over Debbie as she opened the latch to the small storage compartment in the back. “Safety first,” she smiled. “It might mess with the curls, but something tells me you look sexy with helmet head. I mean bed head….that’s also inevitable.”

“How did you—“ Debbie stumbled, looking down at the helmet, confused.

“It’s my bike,” Lou grinned, securing her own helmet over her hair. “Lost the keys a few months back. But you definitely thought I stole this baby, didn’t you?” She laughed. “Hang on tight, Debbie Ocean!”

[yell0wsalt]

and another, to indulge myself 🔀 for p'li and zaheer

Keep it lo - Ojerime

Your villains! Thanks for your asks! I took this song as a story of someone who’s independent and doesn’t care about the opinions of others. There might be a few people by their side, but it doesn’t matter: they’re fine to be on their own and live their best life.

Felt right to be talking about P’li in this AU:

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P’li was a woman who lived outside the social norms: she was fierce, independent, built with an imposing stature and attitude to match. A woman anyone would have a hard time pinning down. Literally and figuratively. Nights in the city all one would ever be able to capture of her was the sound of a motorcycle engine purring and the blue light trail of her bike’s tail light. 

It was mesmerizing to watch.

Hidden under one of the city bridges, P’li was resting for a minute, needing a smoke break and she wanted the chance to exist in peace. 

By chance, on the other side of the underbridge in the shadows was a man sitting on the ground reclining on his own bike and looking at the stars.

He turned to her, and broke the distance between them with a simple, “Nice bike.”

Taking a drag of her cigarette, she checked him out and replied, “You, too.”

The man went on in appreciating the open skies and freedom that comes in weaving through traffic and the streets.

P’li hummed, able to reciprocate the feeling. 

The man began to talk more, but she abruptly cut him off. “You talk too much.” Instead, she offered him the chance to smoke with her.

The two became acquainted. The man, Zaheer, was the leader of a small biker gang of two other people where they would go riding all night, and embrace the feeling of not being tethered down to the world’s responsibilities and their own problems. 

He asked if she would be interested in joining them.

Gangs. Friends. Acquaintances. No thanks. P’li didn’t fuck with that vibe.

Near to finishing her smoke, P’li stomped out her cigarette butt on the ground and got ready to head out. Straddling her bike, P’li spared a glance over her shoulder and said, “Thanks for keeping me entertained,” before revving her engine.

Before he knew it, she was gone. The blue tail light of her bike shrinking into the distance.

Zaheer nodded before returning to his own bike and laying down to admire the stars once more.

This became a near weekly routine for them. There’d be weeks when P’li wouldn’t show up, but some when she would.

They tested out each other’s bikes and sometimes rode through the nights together.

When there was a desire that came to be realized and built to a peak, P’li invited herself to his bed. 

Laying there in the sheets with P’li by his side, Zaheer was staring at the ceiling before he asked what they were.

“What a ridiculous question. Does it matter what we are?” P’li simply replied. They have a good thing going, there was no need to fuck it up with labels or anything like that.

Silently, she swiveled out of his bed to find her clothes.

His eyes raked up and down her form as she got dressed. When she finished putting her clothes on, he said, “Guess not.”

The keys to her bike jingled when she grabbed them from the side table by the door. 

“Will I see you?” he asked.

Halfway out the door P’li looked back at him. She found his voice calm and expression unreadable. 

“Maybe.”

With that, she was gone.

Zaheer laid back in his sheets, releasing a heavy exhale. P’li was an enigma. A ripple in the water. If he tried to get too close, she’d pull away. 

Keep reaching out for a wave, one might find themselves in too deep. 

Zaheer groaned and aggressively wiped his face. It seemed as if he'd gotten pulled in more than he thought.

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Fuck with these bitches / Bridges burnt down to the fucking roach / Ho, yeah, I let him go Only smoke with the bros, one side by my side / And we keep it low

🔀 and a pairing

[m0rn1ngstar28]

Chibs x OC x Tig Part 1

So this is my first posting here. Started SOA over recently and fell back in love with these two. This will be a full story and each chapter will be a part. I'm not very fast at coming up with content so please be patient with me. Hope ya like it. It does have implications of smut but nothing too descriptive...yet.

Words:3919

Paring: Chibs x Tala (OC)

Summary: Bobby's adopted daughter returns to Charming. The club will not be the same now that she's back. However, what will happen when something dark has followed her home. Will the club accept it or will they push her out due to it? *Smut in later parts*

The sound of the motorcycle’s engine roared down the street as it got closer to the mechanic shop Teller-Morrow. Pulling into the shop’s lot all eyes fell on the new rider. Parking as close to the office as possible the rider pulled off their helmet. Long, dark, loose curls, cascaded down the rider’s back. She turned towards the onlooking motorcycle club members. The secretary of the group jumped up and quickly made his way towards the new comer.

“Hey there ol’ man.” The new comer smiled, causing the rest of the club members to start their way over towards them.

In mock hurt, and some dramatic theatrics the man pulled the new comer into his arms. “Hey kid.” He placed a light kiss to their hair line. “How was the ride?”

“Long. But oh so enjoyable. Finally got this ol’ girl purring like a kitten under me.” The new comer smirked.

By this time the rest of the club had circled around the two. One specifically laughing at the crude comment just made.

“Who’s this Bobby?” A blonde male asked while looking in the new comer’s direction.

“This is-“

“I’m Tala.” She smiled as she reached a hand out to shake his.

“Jax.” He smiled back as he shook her hand.

“Back off boys, she’s off limits.” Bobby warned while making direct eye contact with a curly haired, blue eyed, man standing to the right of Tala.

“I haven’t even introduced myself yet. Why you looking at me like that?” The man Bobby practically glared at questioned.

“He’s looking at you like that cause I look like sex on legs, and he’s overprotective.” Tala smiled a sickly-sweet smile in the direction of the dark-haired man.

“Is that my baby girl?” A woman’s voice called from the office area.

“Help mom! I’m surrounded my dirty ol’ men!” Tala laughed as the matriarch jogged her way to her, also laughing.

“Who ya callin’ dirty?” A silver haired man asked from behind the matriarch.

“With the look I’m getting from that one, and that one,” Tala smiled as she pointed at the dark-haired man and another man with scars on his face, “I’m callin’ at very least them dirty, but knowin’ the lot of ya, I’m callin’ all y’all out.” Tala laughed lightly as she hugged the matriarch and then moved to hug the silver haired man.

Taking the young woman into his arm, “So glad you made it here safely. Bobby has been worried something fierce.”

“Well it’s to be expected since I am his girl.” Tala pecked the silver haired man’s cheek as the sound of some defeated sighs and a muttered “of fucking course” reached her ears.

“Party tonight, Clay?” Bobby asked as he wrapped an arm around Tala’s waist.

“Oh course. We have to celebrate our girl’s return.” The silver haired man, Clay, beamed as the club erupted into cheers and excitement.

“Hey Bobby?” Tala smiled as said man escorted her towards the club house.

“Yeah darlin?”

“Can I crash in your dorm? Just until I find a place of my own.” Tala inquired as she picked up her duffle bag off the back of her bike.

“You can crash in there as long as you need. I’ll talk to Clay and see bout getting you your own dorm room. If you want that is.”

“That would be great Bobby. Thank you.” Tala beamed as she hugged him. “Oh, what can I do to help with the party?”

“Not a thing darlin’.” The man with scars on his face smiled. “This is for ya. Ya just unpack an relax while we do all da work.”

“Thanks, but not gonna happen.” Tala informed the man before turning to Bobby. “I’ll set up the bar. Everything still the same?”

“Yeah. Unpack first though Hun.”

“Will do.” Tala laughed as she made her way inside to at least put her bag in Bobby’s dorm room; which she just put her bag by the door.

Hours had passed since Tala returned and a celebratory party was announced. Tons of people had turned out for it. Most of them Tala didn’t know. Typical SAMCRO party really. Looking around the clubhouse, Tala was flooded with memories. How she would hang out here while Bobby and the guys worked on cars or their bikes. It was how she learned to fix up bikes. Not to mention how to fight.

Slipping outside, Tala looked around the lot. Her eyes landing on the boxing ring to her left. She ran her hand on the mat of the ring remembering the first time she ever entered the ring.

#

“Where the hell is Tala?” Bobby had questioned in a tone that was a cross between pissed and scared shitless.

“Last I saw her; she was outside with the prospect and Chibs.” The eldest member of the club smiled.

“Thanks Piney.” Bobby clapped the back of his shoulder before making his way outside.

The sight that stood before him took his breath away. There in the ring stood a bloodied prospect and a red knuckled, slightly bruised and scraped up teenaged girl. Her long dark hair pulled up into a ponytail. The prospect was huffing and puffing in the far corner. Jax by his side trying to stop the bleeding from the gash above his left eye. The blood dripping out of his nose was finally starting to slow down. Chibs stood next to the girl smiling brightly at her. Telling her how good she was in the fight and how we had better stop before Bobby found out.

“Too late.” The girl gulped as she locked eyes with Bobby.

“What in the fuck is going on here?” Bobby roared, gaining the attention of all the club members on site.

“Bobby, it ain’t what it looks like.” Chibs tried to explain.

“I won.”

“Tala, get out of that god damn ring now.” Bobby was livid. “What were you thinking? You could have been hurt.” He snarled at Tala as she joined him.

“Nothing a shot won’t fix.” Tala retorted.

“Damn.” Whispered a dark-haired man from behind Bobby. “You did all that to the prospect doll?”

“Sure did. Chibs taught me.”

“Remind me not to get on your bad side, Tala.”

“Hey Tig, don’t get on my bad side.” Tala beamed as Bobby fussed over the small cut on her cheek.

#

Tala smiled to herself as the sound of footsteps approaching her pulled her back from her memories.

“You fight darlin?” The dark-haired man with blue eyes smiled.

“I’ve been known to hold my own.” Tala purred.

“Care to go around or two?”

“I wouldn’t want to mess up that pretty face of yours.”

“Oh, now ya gotta go around or two with me.”

“You would hit a woman?”

“Only if she liked it.”

“She would kick your ass Tig.” One of the youngest members smiled.

“She would not. Stay out of it, Juice.” Tig growled.

“I so would, Tig was it?”

“Let’s go sweetheart. I’ll show you what’s what.”

“Let’s go then.” Tala sneered with a dark smile as she hopped onto the edge of the ring. Smoothly sliding under the ropes and choosing a corner as her own. “Hey Gemma! Got a hair tie?” Tala called to the matriarch who was walking towards her with Clay by her side.

“Sure, thing baby.” Gemma smiled as she handed over a hair tie. “If Bobby catches you in that ring, he’ll lose his shit.” Gemma warned as Tala put her hair up into a ponytail.

“I ain’t a kid anymore Gem. He may be overprotective, but trust me, I can hold my own. Hell, the kid still remembers.” Tala smiled as she looked at Juice. “So, are we just duking this out or are we putting money on this thing?” Tala turned to Tig at this point as she pulled her black tank top off. Tala stood there in black jeans, a long black and short silver skull chain that connected to her wallet, black combat boots, and now a black and grey camo patterned sports bra.

“One-hundred on Tala to win.” Clay barked with a proud wide grin.

Tala laughed out loud at the look of shock and disbelief on Tig’s face. The man with the scars, who had been by the ring the whole time, hit the bell. Tig squared up to Tala as she just calmly watched him. They circled the ring a couple of times before Tig took the first swing. Missing due to her dropping low, Tala swung her leg in front of her, catching the legs of her opponent. Tig tumbled to the mat, landing on his back.

Jumping at the opportunity, Tala leapt onto him. Stradling his chest as she started wailing on him. Punch after punch to the face, Tig hardly had time to block the blows. Suddenly, Tig turned the tables and rolled; Tala now pinned under him. He had a triumphant smirk plastered on his face. That was until Tala did the one thing that threw everyone off. She rolled her hips up into Tig’s half hard cock. His breath catching in his throat and all his strength vanishing.

With another roll of her hips, Tala forced Tig off her and pinned him again. The cheers of the crowd that had gathered around them never registered with the two fighters as they staired into each other’s eyes. There was something in Tig’s eyes that told her, her secret weapon worked. Swiftly, she lent forward and planted a kiss to his lips. Then landed a strong punch to his face. In an instant Bobby called the fight to an end. He was seeing red.

“Again, with the fighting? First Juice now Tig?” Bobby growled.

“I won, didn’t I?” Tala retorted as she climbed off Tig.

“And the kiss?”

“Secret weapon against guys like him.” Tala smiled. “Dad, you gotta calm down before you give yourself a heart attack.”

“DAD?!” Most of the club gasped in shock.

“Did I stutter?”

“Little Tala Munson?” Tig gasped after sitting up. “Holy shit.” He sighed as he flopped back onto his back.

“Are you seriously telling me none of you assholes recognized my lil girl?” Bobby laughed.

“Hey Clay, how much did I just win?” Tala laughed as she climbed out of the ring with the help of the man with scars, and joined the president of the Sons of Anarchy.

“Five hundred.” Clay smiled proudly.

“Damn, anyone vote for Tig?”

“No, but don’t tell him that.” Gemma snickered from next to Clay.

“Poor Tigger.” Tala sighed. “Get’s his ass kicked by a girl and everyone bet against him.”

“At least he got a kiss for his efforts.” Juice smiled just to get slapped in the back of the head by Bobby.

“You ever kiss one of these low life’s again and we’ll be having our own match darlin.” Bobby warned Tala.

“Will a bribe change your mind?” Tala jokingly asked.

“Don’t go there.” Bobby warned as he started to head inside the club house.

“Oh, but I did.” Tala shouted after him with a laugh. Turning around, Tala made her way over to Tig. “Here Tigger, your cut.” Tala sweetly smiled as she handed him half of her earnings.

“They didn’t bet on me doll.” Tig sighed in defeat.

“No, they didn’t, but I did.”

The look of pure utter shock washed over his face. None of his brothers had bet on him to win. Not a single one of them, but this little girl did. Well, she wasn’t so little anymore. What was he thinking...this was his brother’s kid. He watched her grow up. Hell, he even helped teach her how to work on bikes for fuck’s sake. But that kiss and those hip rolls. He was just gonna have to try and stay away from her. Yeah, that wasn’t gonna happen and he knew it. After the look she gave him and that kiss, he knew he wasn’t gonna be able to stay away. Not to mention she knew exactly who he was and still got in the ring with him.

Tig got his senses together, shoved the cash into his pocket and headed inside the club house. As he walked in the music suddenly changed mid-song. Cranking his neck in the direction of the stereo he laid eyes on the back half of his target. Standing at the stereo was Tala, changing the song to a more erotic song. Tig’s eyes widened as he recognized the song. The smile on her face lit up the room as she moved to the bar. She took a quick glance around the club, most likely looking for her father’s location, then started to climb up onto the bar.

“What do ya think ya doin’ lass?” The man with the scars questioned her as he moved his beer off the bar.

“You know CPR?”

“Yeah, but that don’t answer my question.”

“Good, cause if dad sees what I’m about to do he will have a heart attack.” Tala smiled as she finished getting onto the bar top.

“Lass this ain’t a good idea around these guys.” The man with the scars tried to warn.

“Shhhhh, it’ll be fine Chibs. Just sit back and enjoy the show.”

By now the song was already in full swing. Standing to full height, Tala started to go through a series of erotic dance movies. Chibs was doing everything in his power to not get turned on by his brother’s daughter. His resolve was quickly wearing thin as he sat there and watched her dance up on the bar. Chibs didn’t even realize Tig took a seat next to him to watch the show Tala was so generous to provide. A lot of the other members of the club were tied up with croweaters or their old ladies. Both Chibs and Tig prayed to whatever god there was that Bobby was tied up for the rest of the night.

As the song ended, Tala giggled at the look on both Chibs’ and Tig’s faces. They were both memorized by her. Nothing new really when it came to the opposite sex. Whenever she danced, whether it be with a group of friends or by herself, men would always watch her with that same look. The look of amazement and lust. The fact that these two had that look just made her giggle.

She would never admit it out loud but she had always had a thing for both of the sons. The Scot was always such a sweet and gentlemanly type towards her. Tig on the other hand, while always being respectful, always flirted with her. She knew his reputation was a bad one. A dark one. It sparked something in her and in all honesty, while she was away, she a realized she had a dark side that might have been inspired by the blue-eyed man. Hopping off the bar, she took a seat on a stool next to Chibs.

“Enjoy the show boys?” Tala teased as she leaned over the bar to grab a bottle of whiskey.

“Tala, lass, that was amazing but-“

“If your dad was to find out you were dancing for us he would-“

“Have a heart attack? Yeah, I know. Hence why I asked if Chibs knew CPR.” Tala chuckled. “How bout we change things up a bit? I promise I won’t give dad a heart attack.”

“What you have in mind doll?” Tig questioned as he too reached over the bar, grabbing glasses.

“Drinking game.”

“That could be dangerous, lass.” Chibs sighed as he slid one of the three shot glasses Tig grabbed to Tala.

“I’m in.” Tig smirked.

Sighing, knowing that this wasn’t the best idea, Chibs surrendered to some of his darker thoughts. “What’s the game?”

“I’ll let you guys choose. Never have I ever or Truth or Dare?” Tala purred as she poured shots for the three of them. “We were so close before I left. Now that I’m back lets get to know each other again.”

“Both are dangerous baby.” Tig smiled wickedly as he picked up his glass and moved his stool to the other side of Tala.

“Oh, I know.” The smirk that played at Tala’s lips was just as wicked if not more so than Tig’s. “That’s why I’m leaving the choice up to you two fine gents.”

“Never hav’ I ever sucked a guy’s cock.” Chibs said.

Both Tig and Tala sighed before taking their shots. “Seriously?” Tala asked shocked as she refilled both hers and Tig’s shots.

“You gotta do what you gotta do to survive in prison.” Tig shrugged.

“Oh you liked it didn’t you?” Tala teased the man. “Never have I ever…been tied up to a vertical surface and fucked senseless.” Tig took the shot after a few moments. “Fuck you are twisted aren’t ya?”

“Shut up, she was hot as fuck and knew things.” Tig snapped.

Chibs and Tala shared a laugh as Tig’s shot glass was refilled. The game went on for about an hour or so. Tig being the drunkest out of the three. Tala close behind and Chibs seemed to still be sober. After a few more rounds, a croweater finally made her way to the three. More specifically over to Tig. In his drunken stupor, he eagerly went with her to his dorm room, leaving Chibs and Tala alone.

“Hey Chibs?”

“Yeah lovey?”

“Truth or dare?” Tala slurred slightly as she rested her head in her hand, elbow propped on the bar top.

“Truth.”

“You got the hots for someone?”

Chibs barked out a drunken laugh, “Ya could say dat.”

Sitting up a little straighter, “now ya gotta tell me.”

“That ain’t how ya play the game lass.”

“Oh fine. Go then.” Tala pouted.

“Truth or dare love.”

“Dare me.” Tala drunkenly giggled.

Chibs took a moment to think things over. However, with the state he was in, whether he looked it or not, he was drunk and wasn’t thinking clearly. The only thing going through his mind was the beautiful lass in font of him. The one that had showed up Tig in the ring. The one that had danced on the bar right in front of him. The one that had been flirting with him and Tig all night. “Talk dirty to me.”

“Ya want me to talk dirty to ya Chibs?”

“That’s what I said lass.”

“Alright then.” Tala gulped down her shot and stood up just to sit back down on Chibs’ lap, facing him. One hand resting on his half hard cock. Lightly palming it through his jeans. She leaned into him; her breasts pressed against his chest. Lips ghosting his ear as she seductively whispered, “I could pull it out right now and no one would notice. I could drop to my knees, take ya into my warm, wet mouth, and no one would care.”

Tala took his ear between her teeth and lightly moaned. “Or I could just have you slip inside, squeeze you tight with my pussy.” The groan that left Chibs’ throat stirred you on. “Make you harder than you’ve been in a long-time baby. Keep squeezing around you until you’re trembling and begging me to let you cum deep inside of my tight, wet, pussy. However, you don’t dare out of fear of alerting the whole club due to your loud moans. Fuck, I can’t wait to have you cum in me, filling me to the brim.”

Chibs couldn’t take it anymore, “Let me take ya ta bed.”

“I’m not tired.” Tala whined thinking he was just trying to be a gentleman.

“No lass, let me take ya to bed.”

What he was suggesting had finally registered with her. Smiling she took his hand and stood. With a head nod, Tala led Chibs towards the dorms. They quickly made their way down the hall and into Chibs’ dorm room.

#

“If you don’t stop lass, you’ll have a repeat of last night.” Chibs whispered against Tala’s ear. “I know ya awake love. Ya been wigglin’ ya ass against my cock for the past five minutes.” He purred as he started kissing down her neck and onto her shoulder.

“No clue what yer talkin’ bout. I’m sweet an innocent.” Tala smirked with her eyes still closed as she pushed her ass against his hard cock again.

Groaning, which sounded more like a growl, “Ya think so lass?” He gripped her waist a bit tighter than she was anticipating as he started kneading at the breast.

Arousal pooled in their cores as he continued his actions. Tala tried to keep her neutral “I’m sleeping” face, but her focus was quickly fading. She wanted to tease him like he had done to her since she could remember. Tala was damn sure she wasn’t going to let him continue to tease her. It was finally her turn to tease him.

“This is a dangerous game ya playin.” Chibs warned as a smirk crept onto Tala’s face.

“Don’t I know it? Been playing dangerously all night.” Tala slyly purred as she shoved her ass against his cock once again.

That’s when he lost it. Within seconds, Chibs was on top of Tala. His legs on either side of hers, his hand pinning both of hers above her head. The wetness pooling between her legs was beginning to seep out onto her thighs. Tala knew she wanted to tease him like he had been teasing her but all she wanted right now was for him to fuck her like he had last night.

“Ya ain’t so tough now are ya darlin?” He seductively whispered as he lowered his mouth to hers; a short yet passionate kiss. Feather light kisses from her jaw, down to her neck, to the soft patch of skin at the junction between her shoulder and her neck. There he bit down, surely leaving a mark for the whole club to see.

Suddenly there was a solid knock on the door. The two lovers jumping at the sound and then locking worried eyes. Chibs called out to the person on the other side of the door. The voice that came back was the one voice he really didn’t want to hear. Neither of them did really.

“Chibs have you seen Tala?” Bobby questioned through the door.

“Nah. Think she was sleepin’ on the couch when I came to bed.” Chibs lied as she smiled down at Tala.

“She probably went into town or something. If you see her tell her I’m looking for her.”

“Aye. Will do Bobby.” Chibs sighed as he rested his head on her shoulder. “Ya better sneak off and change. If yer da sees ya comin from my room he’ll probably castrate me.”

“You regretting what we did chibs?” Tala questioned as she moved to sit up.

“No darlin’ just worried bout yer da is all.”

“Good. Cause I wouldn’t mind a repeat performance.” Tala smirked before kissing Chibs.

She quickly got dressed and then vanished from his room. Sneaking down the hall to Bobby’s dorm. Thanking her lucky stars that he wasn’t in the clubhouse, she quickly changed into a red crop top. She decided that since her pants weren’t dirty she would just wear them again. Pulling out her make-up kit, she checked the love bite in the bathroom mirror. Clear as day was a purple mark where Chibs had bit her. Silently cursing him, she set about hiding it with her make up.

[whispered-into-the-void]

Motorcycle

Every god damn night. Even up here, I can hear the two of them downstairs, in the middle of their shouting match. Let’s see if we can score bingo. He’s yelling about her mother. She’s yelling about his father. They’re both yelling about my brother. And yup, there’s my dead name. Same routine as every other night.

I can’t believe I’m still here. It’s toxic; I don’t know what’s even keeping me in this town, there isn’t even anybody here that I like-

Buzz. A message. It’s from Kai, obviously. Nobody else is gonna bother to message me at this time. At least this should cheer me up.

“Hey babe, hope you’re excited, I’ve got a big surprise for you this weekend ;)”

Huh. Gonna be honest, that thought does get me excited. Weekends are our time anyway; we still talk through the week, but weekends are just for us. And a big surprise as well? Sounds too good to wait for…

“Don’t suppose you could bring it forwards a bit? Could really use it right now lol”

I’ve barely put the phone down before a new message comes through. “Be there in 10”

I’ll never get over just how ready he always is, how at any moment, if I need him, he’ll come running. How the hell do I deserve someone like him?

The past year we’ve been dating has been the best year of my life. As well as being able to be myself, I’ve found someone who’s supportive in almost every way. He’s always ready to go to bat for me, and me for him. I’m so fucking in love with him.

Buzz. Another message. “I’m outside now”

Through the window, I can see a motorcycle pulled up just across the street. A black superbike-style thing, all the lines and edges flow smoothly. Hell, I’d say it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen if it wasn’t for the man sat on top of it. I can’t help but stare as he takes off his helmet, his hair flopping down without the padding keeping it up. He looks up at my window, and waves.

A quick text. “on my way.” I grab a jacket and, quietly, open my window, dropping myself into the bushes beneath, before running over to my boyfriend and embracing him. I always forget just how well he fits into my arms – just how perfect we are for each other – until these moments when I’m holding him.

“Aw, babe,” he says, running a hand through my hair, smirking. “I knew you’d like the bike.”

Letting go, I punch him in the arm. “Shut up. I can’t believe you’d buy something like this! How did you afford it?”

He lets out a quick laugh. “It’s surprisingly easy to save money when your boyfriend insists on buying everything for you.”

Before I can say anything, he’s put a helmet on my head, and comes in close to fasten it. “Safety first; wouldn’t want you to get hurt, right?”

I can feel his hands against my neck as he tries the fastener. “Where are we going then?”

Click. He pulls away and starts putting his own helmet back on. “I need gas, so I figure that’s our first stop. Hop on.”

I climb onto the saddle just behind him, and wrap my hands around his waist again. He lets out a “Feels strange for you to be the one behind me, huh?” before starting the engine. As we pull off, I can feel the bike purring beneath me, just as loud to me as the wind as we drive or his heartbeat. I can’t help but notice the little things while we’re driving, like the fact that he’s wearing the jacket I gave him, or that he isn’t wearing his binder.

Within a few minutes, we’re at the nearest gas station, and he’s filling her up and paying. When he gets back on, he turns to me and asks “So, where do you wanna go?” I pull myself in closer to him, and say “I don’t care. Just drive.”

[pinkvaquita]

*cracks open ask box now that i'm awake and can ramble about the healing yuri*

okay so- i imagine the specific confession that gets them together happens after a big event, like maybe a fancy party or something hosted by the elders for the whole republic, with each elder helping their respective areas with getting everyone outfits and the needed things for them to come if they're disabled in some way, physically or mentally

oyster was swooning over manti the entire party because it was the first time manti had worn anything particularly fancy and holy shit can she rock a dress, that and oyster being genuinely happy at how healthy she is (manti is a very big girl /pos)

when manti first showed up at the party oyster's jaw genuinely dropped and she nearly spilled her drink, ending up very quickly shoving the glass into mussel's (that one envoy npc people ship with staghorn) hands before totally not rushing over to compliment manti about how beautiful she is

party goes about as any party would, people play a few games, everybody dances at one point, but manti spends most of the party kinda tip toeing around, she's hesitant about being there and she's worried about fucking up oyster's reputation, even if nobody knows who she is or remembers what she's done in completely other parts of earthbread

at around 2am people start going home, and by 4am oyster and manti decide to go home, because oyster had finally started to get tipsy and manti didn't want anything happening to her, so they're just walking back to oyster manor

oyster's clinging to manti's arm while manti is just bright red all around, looking away as much as possible whilst still trying to make sure oyster doesn't bump into anything or hit into a light pole

after a good bit of walking, manti suddenly stops, and she just kinda stands there, looking away whilst oyster turns to look at her, asking if something's wrong

"...Are you sure about this?"

"About what, dear?"

"...About loving me..."

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"...I've killed people, Oyster...don't you see the flaw in that? Don't you see the flaw in caring for me so deeply?..."

"...Do you still kill people?"

"...what?-"

"Do you still kill? Would you still kill?"

"...I-"

"What you've done in the past matters not to me, my agápi. What matters to me is what you would do now."

"..."

"If I were to ask you to protect me, would you say yes?"

"...I would."

"Would you kill for me, if I asked it of you?"

"...mhm."

"There's your answer."

"...You're a fool, and a drunken one at the moment, how can I trust you won't turn on me if I do?"

"Often times, those inebriated speak right from their mind, with no regard for the consequence."

"...you're a fool."

"One that loves you very dearly."

manti's smiling warmly by the end of that conversation, wrapping her arms around oyster and pressing her forehead to hers, oyster's standing on her tippy toes to wrap her arms around manti's neck, followed shortly by oyster kissing manti, subsequently surprising the poor girl and causing her to metaphorically melt

they spend a few long minutes under the light of a light pole, just hugging, manti's purring like a motorcycle engine, oyster's laughing softly at the sound, which causes manti to purr loud and oyster to laugh more, it's all around just soft

by about 5am they finally make it home, but neither are actually tired, so they just spend the rest of the morning in their nightgowns, making mac n cheese and toast while manti finally talks about everything that happens to her, explaining as much as she can, going into details and everything, while oyster is happy to listen, happy to learn everything that's happened to her four year long crush over the course of her life

by about 9am, a whole 4 hours later, they've gone through two pots of mac n cheese, manti has explained everything, and oyster is telling her how proud she is of her for managing to survive everything she's been through, for living long enough to end up practically at her doorstep

manti ends up asking what oyster wants them to be, because she isn't too sure what they are after all these

"I'd like for you to be my wife, but I'll settle for girlfriend until you're more used to being properly loved. Is that alright with you?" is oyster's response, and manti goes bright red, but she nods despite the steam rolling off her face

the rest of the day from there is spent with them jumping between turning on the gramophone and dancing to whatever vinyl's oyster has, and just hugging each other, just standing or sitting together and hugging each other, pressing their foreheads together as manti purrs and oyster hums

generally just them being soft until they finally get tired and retire to their room, oyster having to reassure manti that yes it is okay for them to sleep in the same bed

okay rambling complete thank you for coming to my self indulgent healing yuri

I was screaming like crazy reading all of this. I said ot once amd I said again, I NEED A BOOK OF THIS

[viralarcadian]

it is SO easy to get sushi to purr like all you have to do is look at her and she'll start purring away

meanwhile w tora the fucking blood moon has to be visible and the planets aligned before he'll start but once he does it's like a motorcycle engine

[edactually]

Ed POV - 4.2

Ed had never changed so quickly in his life. It was a miracle he didn’t tear anything as he yanked his suit off, more of a miracle that he didn’t break anything when he fell on the floor trying to tug his trousers off before his shoes. But he managed it, and got his leathers back on and his suit shoved into the garment bag in record time.

Stede was waiting by his bike, as promised, and it was only when Ed caught sight of him that he realised he’d been terrified of coming outside to find Stede had changed his mind and called an Uber after all.

“That was fast,” He commented as Ed unlocked the storage box on his bike to retrieve the spare helmet and stash his garment bag away. “Did you fold your suit properly to keep it from creasing?”

“Yep,” He lied, locking the box and handing the spare helmet to Stede. His own was already on his head. “Now get that on, safety first.”

“Safety first he says as he’s about to drive me home on a death machine.” Stede scoffed, but he fitted the helmet over his head.

“Hey, you respect her majesty.” He tapped the side of his motorcycle, where the word ‘ Queenie ’ was written in cursive script.

“Queenie as in Queen Anne’s Revenge?” He could see Stede’s freckled face peering curiously through the helmet. “Or did the bike come before the band?”

“Band first, then the bike.” Ed swung his leg over to straddle it and fished his keys out of his pocket. “But she is named after a band, just not mine.”

“Oh, you named her after Queen?” Stede was still standing next to the motorcycle. “I love their music!”

“Everyone does.” He’d used Queen as an example for Izzy many times of how they could try something different and still remain popular. That band had tried every genre of music going and yeah, not every song had the same longevity, but it was a struggle to find someone who couldn’t name at least one Queen song. Izzy hadn’t budged, stating that they couldn’t compare to legends like that. It was true, but damn, Ed had thought he was onto a winner with that argument. “You getting on or what?”

Now the bravado had dropped slightly, and he caught Stede taking a few shaky breaths before finally climbing onto the back of the bike.

“Sure you’re ok with this, mate?” As much as he was looking forward to the ride, he wasn’t going to do it if Stede was scared.

“Mhm.” Stede flipped the visor down, presumably so Ed couldn’t see the anxiety in his expression. Ed was about to question it again when Stede’s arms wrapped around his waist. He pressed himself flush against Ed’s back, his grip tight and digging in just enough to be painful.

Stede could have dug his hands right through Ed’s flesh to clutch at his very bones and he would have thanked him for it.

“I’m ready.”

Now it was Ed’s turn to take a few shaky breaths as he flipped his own visor down and started up the motorcycle.

He’d had Queenie for years and ridden plenty of bikes before her, so the vibration beneath him and the purring engine were as familiar to Ed as breathing. What was not familiar was the feeling of Stede Bonnet clinging to him like a limpet. Ed didn’t know if the thrumming he felt was from the bike or his frenzied heart rate at the close contact. They’d hugged, they’d even fucking kissed as of tonight, and yet this was the longest period they had gone in such close proximity.

Stede clung on for dear life throughout the whole journey with his body moulded against Ed’s like clay, and as pleasant an experience as that was, Ed really hoped he wasn’t going to drop unconscious out of fear. Ed waited for the second Stede’s grip started to slacken so he could pull over, but it never came.

Stede didn’t live that far away from the gallery, maybe half an hour at most, but it took a solid hour before they pulled up at his doorstep. Whether Ed had taken wrong turns out of nervousness or his desire to prolong the ride, he couldn’t even say himself. But they were outside Stede’s house now, and he shut the bike off and waited.

They stayed silent for a few seconds, and then Stede started laughing. He laughed as he disentangled his body from Ed’s and dismounted, laughed as Ed flipped up his visor to stare at him, and laughed as he tugged the helmet off his head. That was the point where Ed joined in, because Stede’s curls were sticking up adorably all over the place in a terrible case of helmet hair.

“That wasfantastic , Ed!”

“Yeah?” Ed pulled his own helmet off and retrieved the spare off Stede. “You really liked it?”

“Iloved it!” He ran a hand appreciatively over Queenie’s paintwork. “I want one.”

“Bit advanced for you, mate. How about we start you off with a kiddie bike with training wheels and you work your way up?”

Stede slapped his shoulder. “Dick.” He was still chuckling as he walked up the path to his front door and Ed watched him go, admittedly a little hurt that he didn’t get a proper goodbye. He would wait until Stede was safely inside then head home.

“Are you coming?”

Ed had his helmet halfway in the air, ready to fit back onto his head as Stede stood there in his open doorway. “Huh?”

“You’re not riding home alone at this hour, Edward. You’re staying here tonight.”

Ed gawped at the authoritative tone. It wasn’t a question or an offer, it was a command. He was spending the night at Stede’s house and that was that.

“I’ll put on some chamomile tea for us,” Stede was nonchalant as he headed inside, calling over his shoulder. “And bring your suit in! You’re not leaving it crumpled up all night.”

He left the door hanging wide open even though Ed hadn’t moved a muscle. He was confident that Ed was going to do as he said, it didn’t even occur to Stede that Ed could just fire up Queenie and head home right now. Because he wouldn’t. And Stedeknew that he wouldn’t.

The house looked the same as the last time Ed had been in it, although he did spot a couple of new books in Stede’s reading nook in the corner of the living room. He also spotted a large box on the coffee table that he was just considering lifting the lid on when Stede came in from the kitchen.

“Behave yourself, Ed.” Stede swept the box off the table and tucked it under his arm. “This is a surprise for Saturday.” He held out his other hand for the garment bag Ed was holding, which he handed over, still eyeing Stede curiously and trying to work out what the hell was going on. 

“This is going to be creased to death.” Stede tutted and headed for the stairs. “Let me go and hang this up properly, you just make yourself comfortable.”

Make yourself comfortable.

What the fuck did that mean?

Stede had disappeared up the stairs before he could ask, and Ed was left more nervous than he’d ever been, and he’d played gigs to crowds of thousands. Was Stede coming on to him? He’d been so confident in Ed spending the night, like it hadn’t even been a question. And they had kissed.

They hadkissed .

Kissing wasn’t a guarantee of anything, especially not when it had been as practice for Stede’s sake, so maybe he was clutching at straws, but something was going on. Right?

Was Stede going to come downstairs expecting Ed lying naked on his couch and waiting for him? Was that what he’d meant by ‘ make yourself comfortable ?’ He couldn’t jump to that conclusion, surely.

He settled for removing his jacket and shoes, which seemed like a safe and cautiously optimistic bet.

Stede returned just as Ed was wondering if the way he was sitting on his couch was weird, carrying a familiar bundle in his arms. He had changed out of his suit and into his silk pyjamas and slippers and handed the bundle to Ed.

The fuchsia robe that he’d worn last time, now accompanied by a pair of slippers and another set of silk pyjamas folded carefully on top.

“I’ve upgraded my hosting skills.” Stede looked remarkably pleased with himself. “I bought a mattress for the bed frame in the guest room and a set of spare pyjamas and slippers, so you can actually have a comfortable night’s rest this time.”

Guest room.

Oh.

Ed tried not to let his disappointment show. Of course Stede hadn’t been making a move on him. He’d been so sure to clarify that their kiss was just a practice one between friends, and had pulled away when Ed had leaned in for the second one. He was a fucking idiot to think that Stede had any intentions tonight besides being a good host.

But he didn’t want to sleep in the guest room. Even though his body had ached all day on Sunday, Ed would have jumped at the chance to fall asleep cuddled up with Stede on the couch again. The yellow blanket was still there, folded artfully over the back of the couch, and he hooked a finger through one of the knitted loops.

“You really like that blanket, don’t you?”

Ed looked up and met Stede’s kind eyes. “Yeah, I really do.”

“I made it.”

“You did?”

“Mhm. I knit. Took it up years ago when my mother first got sick. She always enjoyed knitting and showed me how. It was a nice little bonding activity for us, we made all sorts of things together before the end.” Stede was running a hand over the yellow wool as he spoke. “Father never approved of it. Said he didn’t see the point, that it was a waste of time when you could just buy one.”

Ed’s gaze drifted over to the family photo on the mantelpiece above the fire. The one he’d been so jealous of when he’d first seen it, of Stede and Mary and the kids wearing matching Christmas jumpers. He remembered Stede saying that he kept it there because it reminded him of his mother. “She made those jumpers, didn’t she?”

Stede followed his eyeline and smiled softly. “Yes. Absolutely hideous things, like something from a bad Hallmark Christmas movie. But she made them for us, each one from scratch and she was getting so tired towards the end. All she wanted was a cheesy family holiday photo. How could I say no?”

His eyes were shining, tears brimming on the precipice ready to fall any moment now. “It’s been five years since she passed. She died before the divorce, before I came out. Sometimes I wonder what she would have thought. Would she have been happy for me, or would she have clung onto that awful photo and thought that I ruined her perfect family?”

The tears had started to roll down Stede’s cheeks and for the second time that evening, Ed found himself trying to comfort the man.

He cupped Stede’s face between his hands, turning it carefully away from the photo on the mantelpiece to look at him. Ed didn’t say anything at first, just used his thumbs to wipe the tears from Stede’s cheeks. “It sounds to me like she loved you, Stede.” 

There was a choked sob, but Ed didn’t comment on it. 

“Mary and the kids didn’t stop existing because of the divorce and you coming out. She would still have had her perfect family, and it would have been even better because she’d know that her son was truly happy and living as his authentic self.”

He didn’t know anything about Stede’s mother, but he knew from his own experience that a loving mother knew her son. The chances were that she’d always suspected it, and she still wanted to spend the time teaching Stede how to knit so they had something to share.

“Five years and it hasn’t gotten any easier.” Stede managed to choke out between sobs.

“It doesn’t, mate. I know what it’s like to lose your mum. The grief never goes away, you just sort of… get used to living with it.” He had spiralled when his mother had died. It had led to a very dark time in his life that he couldn’t remember a lot of. Izzy had encouraged him to channel it into their music and they’d gotten two critically acclaimed albums fuelled by Ed’s grief. He never listened to a single song from either of them, and no amount of badgering from Izzy could convince him to perform them live.

His pain had earned him a fortune, but it wasn’t fucking worth it.

Ed didn’t realise he was crying until Stede’s hands cupped his face, and now it was his turn to brush away the tears.

What a pair they made, sat on the couch holding each other’s faces and wiping away tears. The only sound was their quiet sobs as they reminisced. Even the good memories hurt now. They were blackened with grief, with that pain that there would be no more of them, that there were a finite number of memories with their mothers. No amount of money could bargain for extra time.

Eventually the tears dried to salty trails and the sobs slowed to heavy breathing. Stede made a comment about needing to make the tea, and Ed made a comment about needing to get changed into the loaned pyjamas and they finally managed to part from one another.

When Ed came back from the bathroom where he had gotten changed (as it was the only room location upstairs he was sure of), the yellow blanket was gone from the couch.

He’d been looking forward to curling up underneath it, but he could understand why Stede had put it away. Too many memories for one night, and the sight of the knitted fabric would probably set him off crying again.

He waited a few minutes before Stede came in with the tray of tea. They didn’t speak as they took their china teacups, each taking a long sip in unison. It was like liquid gold, pouring molten through his body and warming every corner of him. He let out a contented sigh at the exact same moment as Stede did and they shared a laugh, the fog of melancholy finally lifting.

It was already late, so they didn’t stay up much longer after finishing their tea. They walked upstairs together so Stede could show him where the guest room was and they stopped outside the bedroom door. 

Ed wanted to ask if he could share Stede’s bed. 

Not for anything sexual, that ship had long since sailed this evening, but they had both shared a very vulnerable side of themselves. Curling up to sleep in each other’s arms seemed like a comfort that they could both use.

“I’m sorry about tonight,” Ed admitted. “The Blackbeard thing, and then all the shit with Jack.”

“Don’t be sorry. I should apologise for having your friend dragged out of the building by security.”

Ed’s mouth twitched. “You’re not sorry about that.”

Stede’s eyes were glowing. “You’re right. I’m not.” 

And why did that simple statement set Ed’s heart racing? 

“I hung your suit up in there for you. Most of the creases should drop out, but it’ll need a good steaming to get out the worst of them.”

“Thank you.”

An opportune moment to part ways, to retire for the evening, but Stede stayed where he was. He looked like there was something he wanted to say, just on the tip of his tongue. “You should take better care of that suit, Ed.”

Ed suspected that wasn’t what he’d looked so nervous about saying and yet that nervous energy had transferred to Ed. “Just a suit. Hardly ever wear stuff like that, so–”

“Maybe you should. You suit fine things, Ed.”

And it was such a trivial statement, meant nothing really, but it made Ed’s breath hitch in his throat. Any other time, he would have taken that as a hint to go in for the kiss. Even now, he found himself leaning forwards slightly before recollecting himself. Not the time. “Ok.”

“Night night.”

He’d expected a formal ‘ good night, Edward ’ so the words Stede had actually chosen came as something of a surprise. But he found it sweet, and comforting. “Night night.”

Now Stede did start to walk away. Only a couple of doors down, his bedroom on the opposite side of the hall to the guest bedroom, but Ed watched him go.

Stede stopped with his hand on the door handle and turned to look over his shoulder at Ed. He smiled, and it seemed to say all he needed it to.

Sleep well.

I’m here if you need me.

I’m glad you’re in my life.

And then the handle turned and Stede stepped into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

His departure did nothing to break the spell he had cast over Ed as he entered the room where he would be spending the night. He shrugged out of the dressing gown and hung it on the hook on the back of the door. His suit was hanging over the wardrobe door, and it looked like Stede had taken a lint roller to it as it looked pristine, if a touch wrinkled.

With a resigned sigh, he toed out of his slippers and turned towards the bed.

The yellow blanket was waiting for him.

He took a second to check he wasn’t imagining it, but the wool was soft and he could thread his fingers through the chunky knitted loops. Stede must have brought it up here while Ed was getting changed in the bathroom, like he’d known Ed would need its comfort.

Ed slipped into the bed and drew the knitted blanket around himself. It smelled like chamomile tea and vanilla and cedarwood. It smelled like Stede.

And as he slowly let sleep claim him, drifting off in the warm embrace of the blanket, it occurred to Ed that this was the closest thing to falling asleep in Stede’s arms.

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Not Afraid | jjk (m)

Summary - Jungkook helps you change your flat tire, and teaches you how to let go.

Word Count -  3816

Pairing - Jungkook x reader

Genre - smut

Warnings -  dom!jungkook, fingering, bondage, breast play, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, rough sex

a/n: another re-write from a previous fandom. :)

Driving home from university on a hot Tuesday afternoon, you sang along to the radio at the top of your lungs.You sped down the highway (still following the speed limit- for the most part. Didn’t most cops give a 5mph grace?) when your car started shaking and swerving. You put your flashers on and pulled over underneath an overpass bridge. You got out and realized you had a flat tire. 

“Crap,” you mumbled, pulling out your spare from the back and staring at it.

You didn’t know how to change a tire. You groaned, kicking the stone wall in frustration. You heard a hissing noise from behind some chipped off stones, and out jumped a snake. You screamed, fumbling away from it. Suddenly, a tall man in a black leather jacket appeared. He fearlessly grabbed the snake by the head so it couldn’t bite him, and walked it over to a grassy area, tossing it free.

“Are you oka-” he began when you threw yourself at him, hugging him. 

Your hands then pressed against his chest. 

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you,” you rushed out.

Being pressed against him felt so good. Your hands slid down his chiseled abdomen slowly, mesmerized. You jumped back to reality, your gaze flickering up to his face, startled. You stood there, frozen, gazes locked together, your hands splayed across the top of his jeans. 

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” you squeaked, cheeks heating up as you stumbled away from him and his amused expression. 

“Oh, don’t mind me. I was enjoying the show,” he smirked. 

You almost died right then and there. From this new angle, you saw his deliciously tanned skin, deep brown eyes and razor sharp jawline, but soft, round features. He was gorgeous, erotic, he was…

“Jungkook?” you gasped, recognizing the boy from school. 

“Hey, Y/N.” he grinned.

“Oh my gosh, hi!” you smiled. “What are you doing here?” 

“I saw you were having car trouble and I stopped to make sure you were okay.”  

You and Jungkook weren’t exactly friends, but you were one of the few people  who didn’t treat him like trash, so you were friendly in classes and the hallways.

“I got a flat tire. I have a spare but I don’t know how to change it.” you sighed.

“I can help you with that. Do you have a jack?”  

“Uh…” you looked in the back and shook your head.

“I do, at my place. Come on,” he motioned to his bike. 

He handed you a helmet and you climbed onto the seat behind him, clutching his torso for dear life. Jungkook’s  body felt so good to touch, it made you hold on a little tighter than necessary. He wasn’t even going that fast. He rode down the highway, turning into his apartment complex. You hopped of the bike, your whole body still vibrating from the purr of the engine. 

“Whoa,” you swayed.

“First time?”  

You nodded.

“I’m honored to have been your first ride,” he smirked, making you blush at the implied meaning.

That bike wasn’t the only thing you wanted to ride…  He grabbed the jack from inside, while you looked around.

“Got it,” he said, suddenly standing behind you, his body head radiating onto your back, breath fanning against your ear. 

You visibly shivered, causing him to chuckle.

“Let’s go, princess.”  

You climbed back on the bike, more aware of his body between your legs than before. He rode back to your car and jacked it up, using the tools he’d brought he took off the old tire and put on the new one. He eased your car back to the ground.

“Good as new,” he beamed, “I’ll follow you home just to be sure that it’s all safe.”

“Thank you, Jungkook. You’re amazing,” you gushed.

He blushed and nodded, crawling back onto his bike and following you to your house. He got off the bike and walked up to you.

“Check your tire pressure in a couple days but other than that it seemed to drive fine.”  

“Okay. Do you want a drink or something?” you gestured to your house. “You really saved me today and I just want to repay you.”

“Sure,“ he smiled.

You led him inside, giving him some iced tea.

“Hungry?” you offered him a plate of cookies your mom had left out when she’d gone to night shift. 

“Thanks,” he smiled, taking one and biting in. 

He closed his eyes and let out a low moan that melted your insides. You pressed your thighs together.

“This cookie is orgasmic.” Jungkook told you, and you just giggled nervously.

“Oh, I forgot to give you the grand tour,” you grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the kitchen. 

You let go as soon as you realized what you’d done and showed him the downstairs before heading up the stairs.

“Last but not least, where I sleep,” you said, sitting on the bed.

“Nice.”  

“You’re the first guy that’s been up here,” you admitted.

“Oh, another honor of being your first,” he winked.

You covered your face, laughing.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” 

“But didn’t you, Y/N?” the corner of his lip tugged upwards as he stalked towards you, almost like a predator closing in on its’ prey.

Your throat went dry as he placed his hand on your knee, leaning closer.

“Y/N?” your mom called up the stairs, “honey whose motorcycle is outside?”

Jungkook froze, your eyes popped open wide.

“She’s supposed to be at work.”  

“I’m not supposed to be here, am I?” 

You shook your head.

“Shit,” he mumbled, glancing at the window.  

“Don’t go. I have a plan. Come on.” 

You led him downstairs and stopped in front of your mom.

“Y/N, what-” she stopped and stared at Jungkook,  “Who are you? Why is he here? What were you doing up there?” she accused.

“Jungkook helped me change my flat tire and I didn’t have any cash on me but I wanted to repay him so he followed me here so I could get into my savings jar.” 

Jungkook nodded, furthering your story by pulling out a stack of one dollar bills from his pocket.

“Oh, well thank you… Jungkook…” your mom smiled wearily.

“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Y/L/N.”  

“Would you like to stay for dinner? As a thank you? I got off work early and I was going to make steak,” she offered.

“I’d like that,” Jungkook smiled. “At home it’d be me and a frozen dinner.”

“A growing boy needs a home cooked meal,” she clapped, “if you go back into your room, leave the door open Y/N.”

Your whole face felt hot  and you just nodded, dragging Jungkook up the stairs.

“I’m so sorry,” you groaned.

“Don’t be, she’s sweet.”  

“If you say so,” you mumbled.

You and Jungkook hung out in your room, talking and laughing and getting to know each other better. He told you how he became interested in tattoos, even learning how to tattoo someone himself, though he hadn’t had time to do it professionally with school. Tou told him that you’d never done anything half as exciting as that. The both of you kept moving closer unconsciously, until you were sitting cross legged on your bed, knees touching. You bit your bottom lip nervously. Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut.

“Y/N, it’s taking every bit of self control I’ve got not to attack you right now, please don’t make this any harder than it already is,” he groaned.

“Attack me?” you asked.

Jungkook lowered his voice, giving you a dangerous look. 

“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, do you? From the moment you touched me at the bridge, I’ve wanted you. Even before that. You’re so kind to me, so pure and sweet. But I see the way you look at me. The way you want me. Then you bring me to your bed and you tease me, but I can’t have you. Your mom is downstairs. If she weren’t here right now, I’d have you screaming my name, begging me for more, I’d fuck you so good you’d be limping for days,” he growled, voice barely audible.

You sucked in a breath, using every ounce of willpower you possessed not to jump on him.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you babygirl?” he purred. “You want my hands all over you, my tongue-”

“Y/N! Jungkook! Dinner,” your mom called.

Your face was hot from Jungkook’s dirty words, and he had to adjust himself before going downstairs. 

“I’m starved,” he smirked, “but I really just want dessert,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling it before walking away. 

You nearly fainted, but you followed him down to the kitchen.  You sat next to him at the table.

“Wow Mrs. Y/L/N, this looks amazing,” Jungkook smiled innocently. 

You  pressed your legs together desperate for any kind of relief. Jungkook smiled, placing a hand on your bare thigh under the table. Your eyes widened, and you looked at him. He just smiled politely, eyes focused ahead on what your mother was saying. Your dad came in and introduced himself. Your parents made idle conversation, they asked questions, but you could barely pay attention with Jungkook’s fingers dancing on your skin, so close to where you wanted him, but not close enough. As you were explaining the events of the day to your father, Jungkook’s fingers found their way past the hem of your shorts. You choked on your water.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook feigned concern.

“I’m fine. Wrong pipe,” you coughed, gripping his knee as a warning, pushing your legs together. 

He easily spread them apart again, because, did you really want him to stop? His fingers slithered past your underwear, teasing your slit. 

“This steak is so moist,” Jungkook grinned.

“Thank you, Jungkook,” your mom smiled.

You rolled your eyes, until he slipped one finger inside you. You bit down on your lip to avoid moaning. Jungkook didn’t even glance your way as he added another, pumping in and out of your heat seamlessly. His arm was barely moving. His thumb  rubbed circles around your clit, and you jumped a little. You dug your nails into his leg as his skilled fingers started moving faster, curling and hitting all the best places, making the electricity in your core build fast. You whimpered quietly as he shifted the angle, hitting your G-spot again.

“Are you okay, honey?” your dad asked.

“Yea-yeah. I just… ohhh.. My head hurts,” you moaned out.

“Do you need to be excused?” your dad asked.

“No…” you choked out breathlessly, “I’m okay.” 

“Okay,” he gave you a concerned look and started asking your mother about her day.

Jungkook leaned over and whispered hotly in your ear.

“Such a naughty girl, you don’t want to get caught do you? But it feels so good, doesn’t it? My fingers deep in your soaking pussy.  You act so innocent, I knew you’d be a dirty girl for me.” he purred quietly, so only you could hear. 

“Jungkook,” you gasped quietly, warning him that your orgasm was quickly approaching.

“Let it go baby, but be quiet.” 

He smirked, quickening the pace of his fingers. You covered your head with your arms, biting down on one to stifle the loud moan that left your lips as you rode out your high on Jungkook’ fingers, shaking from the explosion deep inside your core.

“Y/N?” your mom questioned.

“I think it’s a stress headache,” you croaked out. “Maybe I should go lay down. I’ll walk Jungkook out.”

“Okay honey, feel better. Nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

“Pleasure was mine.”  

“Come again soon,” she told him and he just smirked at you.

“I will.” 

Once you got outside, you hit his arm. 

“You’re such an asshole!” you hissed.

“You loved it.,” he laughed. 

You tugged on his shirt and he stepped closer to you.

“There’s more where that came from baby girl. I’m gonna show you how good I can make you feel,” he growled  “if your parents weren’t watching us from the window, I’d kiss you.”

“Now you’re scared?” you scoffed.

His eyes darkened and he pulled you against him roughly, kissing you hard and fast, making you dizzy. His tongue battled yours and his hands gripped your sides, grinding you into him. It was like a grenade had exploded in your mind, almost as good as the orgasm. He pulled away and licked his lips suggestively.

“I’m not afraid of anything, baby,” he winked, jumping on his bike and riding away.

Over the course of the next few weeks, all you could think about was Jungkook. Jungkook’s lips on yours, his fingers, daydreaming about other areas of his anatomy… All you wanted to do was to see how he could keep his word but he had other ideas. He loved to rile you up, then leave you wanting more, saying “it will be worth the wait baby.” Jungkook would sneak up behind you in the hallway, covering your eyes, whispering in your ear with that husky voice “guess who?”  and you like to tease him too.

“Tae?” You pretend- guessed.

Jungkook spun you around in a flash, pinning you against your locker, capturing your lips in a hot, jealous kiss.

“Does Tae kiss you like that?” Jungkook growled. 

“Well now that you mention it…” 

“Oh you’re so in for it,” his fingers dug into your side and you let out a shriek as he tickled you. 

“Jungkook! Jungkook!” You screamed, laughing. 

“That’s right baby, scream my name. Just how I like it, ” he joked, pulling you into a seemingly innocent hug, if it weren��t for his hot breath murmuring dirty things in your ear. 

You went weak against him and he pressed his hard on into your hips, to help keep you up and also to tease you. You whimpered like an injured puppy, grinding against him, but he pulled away. 

“Mmm… so hot for me baby,” he cooed, “maybe if you behaved and didn’t tease me, I wouldn’t have to tease you.“

“I’ll stop I swear,” You promised. 

He grabbed your ass, pulling you in for a fast kiss. The warning bell rang and he took your hand innocently, walking you to class. This hot and cold had shivers running down your spine. He kissed your forehead and went to his own class. 

Later, as you cuddled in his bed, you finally broke. 

“Babe, you’ve been teasing me for weeks. I want you,” you whined. 

“Okay.” 

“Really? Okay?” you gasped. 

“Yeah, but I want you to beg for it. Beg for me,” he smirked, “tell me how badly you need my big, thick cock in your little wet pussy. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” 

His eyes were dark and dangerous and you were already dripping as you sat up on your knees, looking up at him. 

“Jungkook, please,” you begged, too desperate to be embarrassed, “Please I need you inside me right now. I need to feel your hands on me. I can’t stop thinking about how good your fingers felt inside me. You’re all I think about, I’m going insane. Fuck, please.”  

“Mmm.. that’s it baby girl. You want me to make you feel good?” he purred. 

“Yes, please. Fuck Jungkook, I’m literally begging you. I’ll do anything,” you whimpered. 

“Anything?” 

“Literally anything. I need you that badly.” 

“Strip,” He instructed, standing up and walking over to his closet and pulling something out. 

You did as told without hesitation. Some might call you whipped, but it was more like sexual desperation. You’d been allowed to have a sample, but you needed the real thing. You’d been teased and provoked for weeks, and you were ready to burst. 

“Lay back, baby,” He said softly, and you did.

He pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, smirking at you.

“Are you ready?”  

Your eyes went wide and you nodded, moving your hands up to the headboard so he could cuff them. 

“Now, this is going to be different, but I want you to stop thinking so much and just feel what I’m doing to you. Can you do that?”  

“Yes,” you breathed out in excitement . 

He pulled out a large bandana, covering your eyes with it and securing it around your head.  You couldn’t even see any light filtering in through the fabric, it was just darkness. You heard Jungkook’ belt buckle and assumed he was undressing. You felt his body hovering over yours. 

“Mmm… you look so fucking good all tied up and ready for me. I’m going to make you feel so amazing baby girl,” he licked a stripe from the sensitive space below your ear down to your collarbone, nibbling gently. 

You felt something soft tickle your breasts, causing your nipples to perk up. The strange soft object was ghosted across your alert nipples and you bit your lip and shivered. 

“Do you trust me to take care of you?”  

You didn’t skip a beat, “yes.” 

“Good girl.”  

Everywhere the soft tickling sensation went, Jungkook lips followed close behind. He sucked on your breasts, teeth gently tugging on your erect nipples. You groaned quietly. His wet mouth on your sensitive skin was almost too much. He licked a bold line across them, blowing cold air on the wet skin, and you shook in anticipation.  Jungkook treated your body like a temple, worshipping every inch of your skin, telling you how flawless you were, how much he craved you. His mouth slowly, tantalizingly slowly, worked its way down your body, leaving little love bites, kissing and licking and teasing. You felt the soft tickle on your heat, so ready for his mouth to follow, but it didn’t. He teased your slit with the soft touches and kissed your mouth tenderly. 

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look, all open and ready for me. You’re a fucking goddess, y/n. I bet you taste so good, so sweet,” he told you, nibbling on your bottom lip. 

Your mouth fell open in awe at how his words affected you, how even a simple kiss had you writhing, how not being able to see made everything so much more intense, or maybe it was just Jungkook. Jungkook’s mouth left yours, and you missed his body heat pressed against yours until you felt him press soft kisses at your entrance. Finally, he was where you needed him. His tongue darted out unexpectedly, licking and swirling against your sensitive clit. You moaned quietly. His fingers snaked their way into your dripping core, curling just right, just like they had that night at dinner, only better. 

You arched your back off the bed, trying to handle your fingers in his hair, but your movements were halted by the cuffs. Jungkook fingered you quickly, pumping in and out hard and fast, but his tongue danced slowly on your little nub, the different tempos making your head spin. You were already close, his magic fingers working inside you, his delicious tongue bringing you so close to the edge. Your high crashed over you and your breath hitched, you couldn’t even make sound, just sucked in your breath as the most amazing feeling washed over you. 

Jungkook continued working on your pussy until he knew your high had come back down. Your breathing was labored and he grinned, loving what he could do to you. You felt completely spent, and you thought that was the end of it, until you heard a foil wrapper being opened. You weren’t sure if you could handle anything else with how sensitive your clit felt, but you sure as hell weren’t going to pass up this opportunity. Jungkook lined himself up at your sensitive, dripping entrance. He reached up and took off your blindfold, and the first thing you saw was his gorgeous face smiling down at you, meeting your eyes. 

“I wanted to be able to see your eyes for this part.” He told you, leaning down to kiss you gently, slowly sliding inside of you. 

You gasped, feeling over sensitive and wanting more at the same time. Jungkook moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, then he started going faster. The faster Jungkook snapped his hips, the louder you moaned, Jungkook encouraging you obviously. 

“That’s it baby, let it out, I want the neighbors to know who’s making you feel this good.”  

“Fuck, Jungkook, oh…” you nearly screamed “faster please please please.” 

Jungkook pumped in and out of you faster, rougher, causing the headboard to smack against the wall with a loud thud each time. Your whole body rocked along with the force of his thrusts, and you thought you might actually faint. You were flying, soaring, floating, you couldn’t describe it. You were in another world with Jungkook deep inside you, filling an empty space inside you that you didn’t even know existed. It was like you were incomplete until this moment, and Jungkook became a part of you, closing the gap. Your high was coming again, even more intense than the last. You could barely breathe, you couldn’t even get his name out of your mouth to warn him, you couldn’t do anything but feel the ridiculous ecstasy, bliss, delicious feeling that swallowed you whole. 

You screamed out, the most intense orgasm of your life surrounding you in immeasurable pleasure. Jungkook came soon after, and slowed his pace after riding out your highs together. He collapsed next to you, breathing as ragged as your own. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak for a moment. You glanced over at him, looking like a snack- no, a five course meal- skin shimmering with sweat. He was perfection and you couldn’t believe he was really here, that you’d really just had sex with him. But it had been more than sex, it was hot and sensual and overwhelming and erotic but it was also two souls intertwining, like coming home after being gone for so long. It was like you belonged there with Jungkook, and you were finally where you were meant to be.  

“Jungkook?” You asked breathlessly.

“Hmm?” He looked at you, worn and sleepy. 

“You’re fucking amazing.”  

“Fucked you that good?” he laughed. 

“Gosh yes, but like… all of you. You’re an amazing person. I’m really glad I met you.”  

He gathered you up in his arms, kissing the top of your head and holding you close. 

“I’m glad I met you too, y/n. You’re incredible,” he cooed. 

You didn’t even try to get up for hours, you knew your legs wouldn’t work after the pounding you’d just had, but you didn’t want to move anyway. The only place you wanted to be was wrapped up in Jungkook’ arms, where you were safe and cherished and not afraid of anything. 

[beoneofus]

| CHAOTIC |

The Lost Boys : Marko x Female! Reader

— Part Three

Unedited.

𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 you will, but Y/N found it rather strange that this flame she had inside her burned at the weirdest of times. Within the last few days, it's licked at her insides constantly ; overflowing, blowing out at her bones, on repeat with rising bigger and bigger until suddenly stopping all together. It's only been like that ever since she met that specific blonde. Although this weird occurrence was something she grew to like, she couldn't help but realize it 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 the same feeling she was used to - the flame was different. It felt more sickening - bubbly, even, like it was yearning for some type of comfort. It's as if it was pulling her towards something ; 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦. Y/N refused to let go of this, and decided she'd get to the bottom of why it was happening - why it 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 around Marko, and has been happening since he came around.

Although the girl hasn't seen the male in a week, she had a very good feeling he'd be at the boardwalk that night. It wasn't just an 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵. That flame within her was flickering around like wildfire, crackling in the base of her chest - so she 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 he was nearby. He was coming, but 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 was the question. His usual time, during nightfall? Later into the night, maybe? She wasn't sure, but for some reason, she was giddy.

When eight o'clock rolled around and the sky was black, full of brightly lit stars and mysteries of all kinds, Y/N took it amongst herself to go back down to the beach and find the spot she sat in just a week prior. She didn't know if he'd go down there, wasn't even sure if he'd pass by, but 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 told her to. A little birdy on her shoulder, if you will.

With a small sigh leaving past her lips, ( dark/light ) hues danced over the inky sky. Watching as the seagulls flew about, flapping their beautifully feathered wings as they glided across in the night air ; souring, peacefully flying within their own range to wherever they were off to. What would flying be like, was certainly a thought that crossed Y/N's mind a lot. She admired animals that flew - fuck, she even believed in the supernatural that could fly and too, admired them. It just seemed like such a peaceful state, that she wanted to experience it. It'd be a getaway from the flame... at least for a little while. Although she loved it, sometimes she just wanted to be normal - that's everyone's wish at least once, right?

The rumbling of kicking bike engines is what snapped the girl from her lingering, odd thoughts. She turned her head, just in time to see a set of four motorcycles revving down the beach in a straight line ; speed quick, the people behind them howling with laughter as pedestrians jumped out of the way and fled. Y/N would've gotten out of the way as well, of it weren't for the fact that the first three swerved around her body, before the very last one, took a pit stop right in front of her, causing her unfazed facial expression to morph into one of confusion.

It was no other than the noodle-haired blonde that had been on the motorcycle. That famous, chesire grin on his face, as gloved palms loosely gripped leather handles. He was staring right at Y/N, with an unreadable expression in his eyes - it could've been mischief, maybe even an invitation to join him, but nonetheless, it had the teenager questioning on how she was 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 about him showing up.

Or, even, how the hell did he know where she was? Did he feel the strange pull, as well?

“ Thought you'd be here. ” Marko spoke, as he cut the purring motorbike. Leaning it to the side after kicking out the balancing stand, he dismounted the motorcycle. The three boys with him, followed in suit, but Y/N seemed to pay no mind to those strangers.

“ And how exactly did you figure that? ” The ( brunette/blobde/ravenette/etc ) sassed, narrowing her eyes while a smirk of amusement lit up her face. “ You stalkin' me, Curly? ”

As Marko approached her, one hand fiddling with his thumb in a tuck-and-scratch manner, he let out a small chuckle of his own ; semi-deep pitch clouding around the laugh. “ Maybe I am, ” he smugly grinned, stopping right behind her slightly turned frame. “ what would you do about it, cutie? ”

Y/N wrinkled her nose at the nickname, not exactly liking it. “ If you 𝘢𝘳𝘦, I'll probably just let it be, since you're cute. ” She shrugged. “ Just don't be a damn pervert about it. I saw you eyeing my chest last week - keep your 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, to 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. ” Her index finger pointed at him in a I'm-dead-serious manner, while also being playful ; the half-hearted glare on her face gave it away.

“ I didn't take you as the type to play around, ” Marko took upon himself to round her sat figure, before sitting himself down beside the girl. “ you seem as if you're a bit of bitch - 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦. ”

“ None taken. ”

“ My point is, ” he drummed his finger tips over his knee, as he propped it upwards in a leg-bent manner ; eyes never leaving Y/N's. “ you're more laid back than when I first spoke to you. Why? ”

Honestly, she couldn't exactly put a finger on why she was more relaxed around Marko. Although he seemed witty - like a sarcastic prick, he just had this charm to him. He seemed as if he'd take things serious if the occasion took place, or he seems like he actually had a good time — his loud clothing pointed that out — when he wanted to. Marko was just different ; fun, full of life. They're similar, in a sense, she could feel it - and she's never had someone that relates to her. Y/N overall, was just... grateful, she met him, even though they've only talked a few times.

“ I can tell you're different from everyone else. ” Y/N nonchalantly pointed out, looking away from the male. She didn't notice how he tensed up upon mentioning that. “ You seem like someone who doesn't care, but 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 care if it comes down to it. ” Her eyes flickered back onto him, only to catch him intensely staring at her already. The teen grinned at that. “ I like that. ”

“ So you're looking for a thrill? ” Marko didn't hesitate on questioning her. For a moment, just a moment, he got the wrong impression - thinking she was like every other girl.

“ No. I'm looking for someone to relate to. I'm... different, Marko. And I'll leave it at that. ”

But she wasn't - he realized that. His hard expression softened, melting into a look that read ‘ you just stole my undead heart ’. She had before, already, the first time he had run into her, but he needed 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 that he could trust her. Marko got his answer, he sure as hell was happy about it.

Though, one thing he wondered - what did she mean by 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵?

“ I knew you weren't as innocent as you seem. ” The smirk that had slipped before, returned to his lips. “ Care to share with the class what you're referring to? ”

At that, Y/N raised a brow. 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴? Wait- she turned, only to met with three sets of eyes staring her down curiously. Of course, the three guys were still there - she should've known. But, the one from before, the one that seemed sinister, 𝘩𝘦 was there ; a cigarette between two fingers, the butt pressed to his lips loosely as he stood, very much looking at her with that same hard gaze. It made Y/N wonder, if he were incharge. He certainly radiated alpha energy.

The other two men, she's never seen before, but it was obvious they were all some gang — or 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 along those lines.

“ Well, ” after eyeing the three for a good minute, she shifted her orbs back onto Marko, to find him patiently looking at her. “ it's hard to explain. Where do you want me to start? ”

Marko looked back at the three others standing behind Y/N. She didn't know who he was looking at, seeing as she faced him, but whoever it was, Marko was having a small eye-to-eye conversation with them. It took a full minute for him to look back at the girl, who curiously cocked a brow at him. “ The beginning would be nice. ” He stated, ignoring the look she gave him.

Pushing away the weird occurrence that just happened, Y/N sighed quietly, shifting her eyes down onto the wet, squishy sand that sat not too far away from her form ; the tide washing up onto the grain, before swishing backwards. The girl watched as the process repeated, over and over, while she thought of how to exactly explain the whole thing to this male and his friends.

“ It all started when I was only five years old. ” As she began to speak, she dipped a single hand down into the dry part of the sand. “ I remember it clear as day, really. I was swinging at the park while my grandmother watched me. Everything was fine, up until one of the older kids came over and tried to bully me off of the swing. ”

Y/N didn't see it, since she busy drawing shapes into the glass-like flakes of beige below, but Marko had narrowed his eyes upon hearing about her getting bullied. “ I wouldn't budge, so she grabbed the chains and started to shake it, nearly making me fall, ” the girl continued. “ but I wouldn't let that happen. I shoved her away. That's when I first felt a burning feeling in me. ” As she said that, a certain sparkle filled Y/N's eyes - one of familiarity, one that Marko 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥.

𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙, 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙨, 𝙖 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚 𝙫𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚-𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧-𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣, 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣. 𝙃𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 - 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙗𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙.

𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩, 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ; 𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗹𝗲 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 ( 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧 ) 𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡 - 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙝���𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙩.

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚.

Marko remembered that day, remembered that look, because he had 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. Y/N was in Santa Carla at that time, meaning she was originally from the area. No wonder, when they first met, that feeling that clenched in his stomach was familiar. He knew he fell for her for a reason, but he never 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 he had met his actual mate for the first time, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥.

“ I ended up punching the girl in the face, because she ticked me off with the foul mouth of hers. ” Y/N ended up chuckling bitterly. “ Ironic, considering how dirty my own mouth is now. ”

A bark of a laugh sounded behind her, but she paid no mind to it. Marko, however, flickered his orbs onto Paul only to see the fellow blonde covering his mouth ; trying to contain his chuckles. Of course it'd be 𝘩𝘪𝘮 laughing at that.

“ When I punched her, it just felt... 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. ” The breathless enhancement on the last word is what caused Marko to look at her again. That sparkle that flickered in her eyes, now began to cloud them. It was that same look he got on his face whenever bloodlust hit him ; 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘼𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. He was all too familiar with what she was feeling, and although he fucking loved it, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear as well. That was strange, having a mate that was just like him.

“ It felt so right, that I elbowed her right in the nose afterwards. Blood started gushing, almost like a waterfall. Instead of being scared, like I was supposed to be, I... actually craved to see more of it. ” Marko could 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 Y/N swallow nervously, as she flickered her gaze onto him. Her hand had wrapped around the grain by now, trying her best to hold onto it as the specs slid through the cracks of her fingers. What did end up in her palm, only seemed to cut into her skin. “ It was weird. I wasn't even afraid of embracing it - I just 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵. I probably would've hurt her even more, if her mother hadn't come running over. ”

Blue-greenish eyes flickered between the teenager's own. Him and her both silently watched each other after that, quietness over taking each one of them, surrounding them all due to no one making a move to even speak. They all took in what she said, kind of bewildered that she was like that - but, at the same time, impressed and intrigued. Y/N was afraid that they would flee like everyone else and become scared of her, but they 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵. Marko stayed, as did his friends. Why weren't they running for the hills?

“ You're right, ” Marko speaking is what made Y/N's lips part in interest. “ we are alike, you and me. Only difference is that I would've killed the girl - not just hurt her. ”

That response alone made Y/N... at ease? It was shocking, because she actually threw back her head and began laughing. Marko had been deadly serious, it showed in both his voice, and his face ; features completely neutral and stiff. But Y/N? She just laughed at that, as if it were the funniest joke she's ever heard.

“ I'm sorry- ” Her laughing seazed to small giggles, as she tilted her chin downwards to stare at him once more. “ I didn't mean to laugh. I just... I probably would've done the same. Saying I'd hurt her was only sugarcoating the feeling I felt. ”

Pausing, only to sigh quietly. “ I just didn't want ta' scare you or your friends away. I hate people, trust me, but you... are just different. ” The girl grinned, genuinely happy in that moment. “ I like how we relate. It's not something I'm used to having. ”

Marko didn't exactly know how to respond to that, at first. He's not really good at comforting others, seeing as he's never had to do it to his brothers, so comforting someone — a girl — wasn't his strong suit. “ I'm not really used to having it either. ” A small smirk creased over his lips, as he looked to the three males behind Y/N. “ I have 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, but David always tells me how different I am. I don't know whether it's good or bad, ” his gaze landed on the girl again, who stared at him almost in admiration. “ but I understand what he means now. ”

Y/N's ear twitched, upon hearing the small flick of metal behind her ; a thumb rolling over the wheel of a lighter. “ I only tell you that to shut up those annoying thoughts of yours. ” She heard a semi-deep, unamused voice speak. Turning her head, looking over her shoulder, she could tell it was the man she had been curious about, by the fact that he was the one holding said lighter.

“ Annoying? ” Marko scoffed, one of his brows lowering in offense as the other cocked upwards. “ That's all you, pal. At least I'm not 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦, David. ”

Y/N could tell, by the animal-like growl that escaped this David guy's throat, that a fight would break out if the subject didn't change. She took it upon herself to do just that. “ Who are you guys, anyway? ” Once she turned to face the trio, away from Marko, all three pairs of eyes were on her.

“ His brothers. ” The dark haired one lowly spoke, unpocketing a hand to gesture to Marko. Y/N slowly nodded, as dark orbs met her own. “ Dwayne. ”

The other long haired blonde piped up next, a joyful grin on his lips. “ Paul! ”

The last one, white-haired blonde fucker with an attitude, grumbled under his breath, while removing the cigarette he had lit, away from his lips. “ David.. ”

Slowly, the female nodded her head, all while her brows creased in uncertainty. “ Nice to meet you all. ” She inhaled sharply, raising her hand that wasn't in the sand, to give a small salute. “ Y/N. ”

Paul chuckled, while pulling a small, skinny, white object from his coat pocket - a joint. “ Rad name, girl! ” He lifted it, placing the end to his lips ; the joint itself now loosely hanging in a limp manner. “ I like this girl, Marko, ” He looked to the curly haired male knowingly. “ Should 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 take her back to our place, man. ”

“ 𝘕𝘰. ” Marko narrowed his eyes at the other from behind the female. He knew Paul was up to something - he knew that look on his face. “ Forget it, pothead. ”

Paul pouted at the nickname, while pulling a small box of matches from his other pocket. Pushing onto the end, watching the box slide out, he rolled his eyes. “ Lighten up, bud. No one's makin' moves on your toy. ”

“ Toy? ” Y/N scoffed, glaring back at the blonde, who was lighting up his joint. If only she had the will power to hold back the insult rolling off of her tongue. “ You're the only toy here, asswipe. You look like a cabbage patch doll gone wild. ”

Paul's eyes widened at the reply he wasn't expecting. His mouth dropped open, while the joint fell from his lips ; crashing down into the sand as both Dwayne and Marko howled a laugh. Dwayne usually didn't get comfortable enough around strangers to laugh like that, but this girl was off her rocker, and he seemed to enjoy it!

“ Talk about a fucking burn! ” Marko grinned, throwing his arm around Y/N's shoulders. It didn't pass by him how she immediately tensed up - but he didn't remove said arm. Instead, he pulled her close, causing her frame to lean against his own ; shoulder to shoulder.

“ Idiots.. ” Y/N heard David mumble, as he lit up another smoke. By the tone of his voice, she could tell he was amused - not annoyed. Seems as if he enjoyed the insult, too. Maybe these boys weren't so bad... well, Marko, David and Dwayne, at least. Paul seemed to be a little mouthy.

“ Damn, girl. No need to be so hostile. ” The crazy haired blonde bent down to retrieve his now, burned out joint. Huffing, since he had to light it back up, he pulled out his matches once more. “ Nearly cost me a good smoke.. ”

“ I think you deserved it. ” Marko butted in again, before looking down to the silent female. Her posture was still stiff, he noticed, which made him raise a brow. “ Are you alright? ” Normally, he wouldn't have cared, but this was his mate. He had a connection with her like no other. It was his 𝘫𝘰𝘣 to worry.

“ Peachy. ” She silently snipped, tone not at all gentle and teasing like before. It only occurred when he touched her, Marko noticed, so he slowly unwrapped his arm from around the girl's shoulders. Almost instantly, she sat back up right ; body melting into a relaxed position. Her posture was more limp, signaling she was more comfortable, so Marko knew he had been 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. Question was though, why did him touching her make her so uncomfortable?

Surely, Y/N had to have felt the blossoming spark when they touched one another. So shy was she being uptight about it?

He eyed her up quietly, asking himself if he had done anything other than that, to upset her. Marko was observant, believe it or not, so he could tell when he angers someone, or makes them sad— agitated or even annoyed. With her, slight irritance radiated from off of her, and he wanted to know why all of a sudden she seemed... distant.

“ You can talk to me, y'know. ” Marko whispered to her, keeping his voice low. Although he knew his chatting brothers could hear him — the three talked amongst themselves once sensing the tension —, he still decided to keep his voice to a low level for 𝘩𝘦𝘳. Marko usually wouldn't care for how he made a girl felt, but the mating bond was causing him to care - causing him to feel things he's never felt before. Now, he wanted to know truly, if there was anything he could do to make her feel better, because what he was feeling was truly 𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭.

“ ... I'm just not used to affection. ” The ( dark/light/medium ) haired female mumbled, not daring to look back at him. Being the way she was, was kind of embarrassing from her end. She hated how she got so bothered by kind touches - it was annoying. It couldn't bs helped, but truly she wished it could. “ It bothers me - affection filled hugs, pokes, punches, any touch really. I'm just not used to being... cared about. ” The fact that she was pouring all of this out to a boy she hadn't even know too long, was nuts. But Y/N felt like she could trust Marko. There was no need to hold anything back if her gut was giving her the push forward.

Marko's brows knitted together in wonder. “ At all? ” He questioned, voice becoming hard. Once he saw her shake her head, he inhaled sharply ; trying his best not to snap. It bothered him, that answer - she should've said 𝘺𝘦𝘴. Even he, a vampire, got affectionate treatment. Sure it was from his brothers, but it still counted. “ .. Do you 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 to become used to it? ”

This time, Y/N's gaze flickered up to meet the blonde's curious, yet persistent one. “ .. I don't know .. ” She truthfully confessed, while letting out a small, pitiful sigh. “ It's scary. ” She paused, to crack a small smile. “ But, if you think about it, it's funny too. Me, not being scared of violence, but I'm afraid of simple affection. Corny, kinda dumb— yet it's the truth. ”

“ Give it a shot then. ” Marko slowly slid his way closer, scooting himself along the sand so that he could be within a small reach. Not too far, but close enough to let Y/N know he meant business. “ Try an' hug me. ” That classic smirk of his slipped onto his lips, once she sent him a wary look. “ Come on - I don't 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦, dollface. ”

Y/N hesitated, not exactly liking the idea, but... 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, scooted her own body along the grain. Moving at a snail like pace was frustrating, but she was just really unsure of how to go about this. The caring touch itself was scary to think about, so imagine her dilemma.

Once she moved closed enough so that their thighs touched, Y/N leaned over, twisting her upper frame so that it faced him. She out stretched slightly shaky arms, only to lay them upon his shoulders, once the time came. Eventually, after taking a deep breath, she enclosed her arms around one another behind Marko's neck ; securing them loosely. After, Y/N quickly pulled him close and fucked her face into the crook of his neck ; not daring to look up, not evening making the slightest movement. Simply, she sat solid ; stiff as a board.

Marko chuckled softly, seeing how scared his mate actually was. Even though it was pathetic, he found it kind of cute. The fact that she trusted him enough to make a move like that, made his heart warm ; the threads around it fluttering happily in chest, signifying enjoyment. Even though she was coming around 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, it was still progress - he'd wait a million years if he had to, if that meant being with her.

“ See? ” The blonde mumbled, wrapping one arm around the girl. He paid no mind to his brother's watching, silently smirking to themselves, as he slid his other arm around her neck ; threading his fingers into her hair. “ That's it, babe. There's no need t'be afraid. 𝘐 got you. ”

And she knew that. Y/N knew all too well that his words were sincere, which is why her stiff posture slowly relaxed ; shoulders un-tensing, and back melting into a state of ease. “ This.. Is actually nice. ” She admitted, after a moment of silence. “ It's weird - but I'll admit, being held isn't too bad. ”

“ Told ya' so. ” Marko cockily hummed, only to laugh lightly once a smack was delivered to the back of his neck. “ 𝘍𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺. I like that. ”

“ Shut up, curly. ”

Lightly, Marko took a strand of hair between his fingers, only to slowly wrap around one of his digits out of amusement. “ Make me, scaredy cat. ”

Y/N would've replied, but Paul calling out to the two is what ceased her words. “ Sun's close to coming out! Let's go, Marko! ”

Y/N picked her head up out of his neck, once Marko shifted. Slowly, he pulled back ; removing his arms from around her, so that he could stand. Y/N looked at the blonde in confusion, wondering where exactly he was going so soon. “ I have ta' go, but I'll be back later tonight. ” He smiled at her, quite genuinely, his rather sharp teeth shining bright. “ Keep that pretty little head of yours up for me. ”

She didn't reply, for Y/N knew a goodbye could always be her last. It was a ‘ see you later ’ type deal, and both of them knew that, which is why neither bothered to bid.

Instead, the girl watched the blonde thrown a wave at her as he jogged off. His jacket fluttering at the end, as the wind blew his curly locks behind him. The way his boots sunk into the sand with each step he took was almost unforgettable. When he looked over his shoulder and winked, while sliding onto his bike, god she almost 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥. Marko was just someone who was special - she knew that. That's why, Y/N definitely could not wait until their next encounter.

Until tonight, 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘰.

[starfirette]

You have awoken some thirsty for Helena peeps (myself included). Can I request some nsfw motorcycle action?

Vroom Vroom

💫This is so old and I’m so sorry but Helena needs attention!

💫masterlist | more Helena | 18+ | warnings: she/her reader + motorcycle kink/squirting? Is that it? Helena with the looooong hair ❤️❤️🥺🥺😩😩 I think Hershey’s Chocolate and TJMaxx should sponsor me :)))))

💫this prompt lives in my head with Vroom Vroom by Charli XCX playing over it all day every day

“Is this some sort of punishment?” You snapped.

You didn’t need to hear an answer; you already know what Helena is thinking.

Helena walked around the garage, her boot soles scuffing the soft floor.

“You have objections?” Helena scoffed.

You were perched on Helena’s beloved motorcycle, the sleek black and leather pod that rivaled even Batman’s.

You were naked and a little angry. Salty would be the best way to put it, salty and naked and a bit cold. It made your nipples perk up, so you had your arms crossed over your chest.

“Objections imply there’s something I’m on trial for!” You snapped. You writhed around on the motorcycle in an attempt for warmth. The garage was clean but cold, in the process of becoming insulated so Cassie and Harley could move in.

The house was large but tucked away into the forests lining the Gotham outer limits. Harley called it a fortress, and Cass referred to it as the lair, as in where you all convened to prepare for top secret missions.

The truth of the matter is that all you ladies were close friends and only had each other. Harley organized the transactions and business contracts, while Helena, Dinah, and Renée took care of the dirty work. Cass was Harley’s apprentice, and you were Mother Hen: you handled security of the shared house, securing the targets, and being over all pleasant. You guarded the overall safety of the Birds of Prey, the women’s mercenary society that occasionally got to work with Batman or Hawkgirl. You were thus very close with all of them. The romance between you and Helena was not unnoticed. It was well received, respected, and even encouraged.

But the thing that was wrong with that—the one little thing that got in the way?

You and Dinah were once known to be an item. It was casual sex and no feelings had ever been attached. She was your best friend, and she always would be. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for you both to find solace in sex with each other.

This was ages before Helena had rolled into town. It was ages before the Birds had even met one another and became a hot topic. Dinah was a friend since you’d been a teenager, so it was only natural to have some sort of intimacy with her.

Helena didn’t really care about it until Dinah made a joke in VERY poor taste. As you’re sitting there, on the motorcycle, in the cold, with Helena frowning at you, you realize you can’t even remember what the joke was exactly. Something about your vagina, for sure, and it alluded to the fact Dinah was familiar with that. With your vagina.

“Helena,” you said, your voice slightly louder than it should have been. “It was a joke. I want to go in. I want to fucking SLEEP. We just finished the Batman mission, we should be popping bottles of cristal and chasing it with Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup.”

“She still thinks that she has claim over you!” Helena shouted. Her long, dark hair was rolling over her shoulders in tight waves.

You wanted to laugh. You would have if you hadn’t been somewhat entranced by the look in her eye.

“She never had a claim,” you muttered.

“She doesn’t anymore!” Helena harrahed sarcastically.

“So this is all to stake your claim?” You demand as you gestured to the crazy circumstances you’d found yourself in.

“No? No! This is about me being assertive,” Helena said. She sounded entirely confident about that, except for when her voice made a massive break in tone. She sounded like a depressed kazoo attempting to make her statement clear.

“Okay,” you sighed. You gripped the handles of the motorcycle and took a deep breath. You’d let her be assertive. If it would keep her from being upset with you and Dinah, as well as keep the security of your relationship maintained, then your do it.

“So I’m a little bit lost on why I have to be here. Is this supposed to humiliate me?”

Helena’s lip curled and she looked like a thirteen year old boy being told that he wouldn’t be getting the next generation game console he so desired.

“It’s SUPPOSED to be a sexy way to keep us both...” She trailed off her words and made a weird gesture with her hands.

You mimicked that motion with your own hands. “What is this?”

“It’s us, together,” Helena grittily explained. “Just—Just forget it. You’re going to sit there and you’re not going to talk. You’re not going to do anything, not until I say you can.”

You lifted a brow. “Okay?”

It didn’t seem like a solid plan, honestly, and you were doubting the severity of it as Helena approached.

“Okay. Scoot up.”

“Alright,” you grumbled. Helena mounted the motorcycle, sitting behind you. It was a reversal of the position you two usually were in. Typically Helena drove while you clutched onto her from behind, squealing as the wind tickled your hair and face.

“Now what? We just drive around Gotham?” You quipped cockily.

“Yeah, sure, let’s go to Jack In The Box.”

You looked over your shoulder, surprised. “Can we really get Jack In The Box for dinner?” You asked.

“You’re not supposed to be talking,” Helena said loudly, feeling rather annoyed.

“Sorry,” you heaved. Gosh. What was she so upset about anyway! Dinah had made one little joke, and it set her off.

“...Was what Dinah said not funny or something?” You m asked after a minute of silence.

Helena snaked a hand to grope your breast, and she pinched your nipple hard, rolling the bud in her fingers. You winced and tried not to make so much as a whimper.

Helena put her lips close to your ear. Her voice, like velvet and lace, led your flesh and hair to rise. “Is it so hard to believe that I’m jealous of her?” She whispered.

“Hel, you’re the one I want to be with,” You said quietly as you leaned back into her arms and chest. She was still playing with your bare breasts, and you had come to enjoy it.

“Ah, ah,” she chastised. She pushed you to lean forward again, putting your hands on the handles of the bike. “I made myself clear. No talking. Nothing.”

You frowned as Helena placed her hands atop yours. Her fingers curled over the handlebars, as if she were teaching you just how to drive the motorcycle. But this wasn’t her intention. She slowly revved the engine, using her knee to press you closer into the seat of the cycle. The rumble of the engine reverberated into your clit, and you realized what she was trying to do.

A motorcycle? Really?

"You're absurd," you sputtered as the leather seat murmured into your clit, the little bundle of nerves being cooperative with such a pleasant surprise.

Helena shifted, sitting now side saddle on the motorcycle. She set her leg up on the seat and pressed her knee against the small of your back. She pressed into you, pushing your pelvis and cunt closer to the leather seat.

The little pain of her knee was nothing compared to the little murmurs of pleasure that were whispering into your cunt, as if the reverberations were trying to convince your clit to open up a credit card with TJMAxx. Your clit quite enjoyed shopping, let's say. Your clit had shopped everywhere. Target, Forever21, ModCloth; but never had your clit shopped at TJMaxx. (If you're confused about the analogy, let's just say the motorcycle is TJMaxx. You have to explain this to your clit before it starts to think to much and become turned off by the prospect of shopping and motorcycles and the sweat gathering between your skin and the leather seating.) But now that your clit is there, in TJMaxx, it's realized that it's getting more from TJMaxx than it had from anywhere.

Helena revved the engine and it shattered the weak, poorly worded analogy to bits as you cried out.

"I think this is a little bit far fetched," you huffed as you craned your neck back. You were in fear of being caught, and the idea made your face and ears blossom with heat.

"Then I guess you'd better hurry up and cum, then," Helena hissed in your ear. She licked the lobe of your ear as you shivered. "Go on. You can grind your pussy on it. I don't mind."

Helena was not usually so generous. She tends to fuel you with punishments and hard hitting orgasms you usually have to argue for. So now that she's encouraging you to romp on what she tends to call her baby, you're a little confused. But the spirit of the event, and the sweat that was misting the air, it was getting to you.

Helena's knee pressed harder into your back as she once again muttered for you to do it.

With a blush in your cheeks, you started to shift your hips. it was easy to do it with the sweat that was gathering between your delicate skin and the leather seating. The firm bike seat pressed against your swollen clit just enough that some application of pressure would drive you wild. It was better than a shopping trip, admittedly.

You were very aware of Helena's lips on the back of your neck as she brushed your hair out of the way and pressed kisses along your skin, making careful demands. How to do it, how fast to do it. She circled her arms around your torso. Her slender hands, though calloused, were still feminine and soft. She had her nails painted black and cut short. Her fingers were pinching at your standing nipples as you romped against the motorcycle. It was a bit embarrassing. Almost shameful. That wasn't enough to stop you. it made you want to get it over with, if anything. You hated it but you enjoyed hating it.

Cum started to burst out of you, and streams of benign fluid was spraying out of your little hole.

Helena laughed as she used a hand to wipe the mess. "Squirting, are we?" she chuckled. "Can't believe you're enjoying this so much."

The purring engine started to roar as she revved the handlebars one more time. You shuddered. You pushed yourself into Helena's torso, grasping at one of her hands.

"Fingers inside," you whimpered.

Helena licked along the underside of your jaw. "No, no, no, nothing inside," she said, her voice mocking your own. "This is a punishment."

Your hole was flinching around nothing, seizing and contracting around emptiness. Your walls ached, on the verge of pain, as you wished to feel something inside of you, be it Helena's favorite strap on or her fingers. You tried to shove your own inside, but Helena snatched your wrist up. Her black nails made imprints on your skin as she forced you to grip the handle.

Your mouth uttered sounds of depraved pleasure, sounds you'd never quite made before.

"Ssh," Helena said in your ear. "Calm down and just relax."

She laughed as your body contorted like a woman possessed.

You grinded and grinded your hips till they were sore. A cramp was forming between your thighs as Helena squeezed your fingers around the clutch. The engine revved a few more times as more of your cum leaked out.

It was minutes upon minutes of such a romp before Helena turned the key and shut her beloved bike off.

She walked circles around the bike, watching as you slumped over the handles and tried to catch your breath. You glared at her as she used a hand to cover her amused smirk.

"You're so vindictive," you gasped out. She shrugged. "I'm simply making sure you understand."

"Understand what?" you moaned as you looked up at her with lazy, dozing eyes.

Helena smiled. She tucked her long, black hair behind her ears as she looked at you, saying, "That you're all mine."