#sequins & zippers

[womenofwrestlingfashion]

Sequin Zipper Up Crop Cami Top ($18) & Sequin Mid Waist Mini Skirt ($28) in Silver from Cider with Ice Breaker Combat Boot from Club Exx ($118.50 - on sale)

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Brandon Maxwell

Pre-Fall 2023

Look 18

[insomniumstella]

baby, she's all yours

bucky x fem!reader

warnings: free use (consent to be "used" anytime & anywhere), explicit language, fingering, oral (m! and f! receiving), a sprinkle of degradation, a sprinkle of breeding kink, dom!bucky, public sex, light spanking, daddy kink (i should be stopped). this one is bad, so it goes without saying, but MDI

word count: 1,240

author's note: this is a lil' story in celebration of kinktober, which time won't permit me to participate in, but my thoughts always wanted to. ➼ sharp, but oh so gentle

James was hesitant to explore the concept you described as free use at first, and maybe a fraction scared. The two of you had been dating for close to three years, and though things were great, the idea of you introducing free use into the bedroom days after knife play troubled him. His heart has always been heavy with the notion of being too difficult to love and too bothersome to deal with, but you made him feel enough; more than. Special in public when you would proudly hold his hand, and special in the comfort of plush sheets when you would let him cherish you — use and mould you into a drooling mess, obeying every demand. Was proposing a fresh kink a silent plead to advise him you have gotten bored? 

As it turned out, it was. Kind of. The itch beneath your skin urging you to explore foreign waters wasn’t boredom but rather lust. Fiery hot and addicting type of lust that ignited every nerve ending in your body around him. Still does. Introducing Bucky to free use was the best—and the most deliciously infuriating—thing to soothe your constant yearning for his touch. 

It caught you off guard, the first time he complied with the request. Steve had recently purchased an apartment in Brooklyn and organised a small housewarming celebration. You slipped out of the living room and into the kitchen once your glass turned empty, oblivious to the very needy pair of eyes studying you. The music muffled your soft moans then, as James fingered you against the blonde’s new refrigerator, suffocating the whines his thick fingers caused with passionate kisses. 

The second time it happened, it was winter. Powdery layers of snow covered the entirety of New York City, and, as the sun laid to rest for the evening, the streets seemed magical. James and you were rushing to Natasha’s birthday dinner, stopping by Bergdorf Goodman for a last-minute gift. Time around holidays is always strenuous, but the missions almost doubled last year, rustles of a deadly biochemical weapon dampening the joy of Christmas and stealing your attention away from getting Natasha a gift early. Bucky tackled the three bottom floors whilst you handled the other three, scouring the variety of fine jewelry and designer clothing. As fate would have it, a gorgeous sequinned dress piqued your interest, the colour of it overly harsh for the redhead’s complexion but perfectly complimenting to yours. James practically pleaded for you to model it, assuring nobody would notice you being late a minute or two. Desire waltzed in his eyes when you agreed at last, twirling around to present the garment and flaunt how well it flattered your curves. He shoved the two of you into the private dressing room once the sales associate disappeared to bring out a pair of matching heels, closing the curtains and hiking the dress up to your waist. “Be good for me,” he spoke, undoing his zipper and slipping the tip of his cock into your dripping heat, “you wouldn’t want employees to hear us, would you, doll?” You couldn’t think of the gift you ended up buying Natasha, but you can still remember sobbing into Bucky’s hand as his hips feverishly snapped into yours.  

Sometimes, that particular memory makes you wonder if introducing James to free use was a mistake — you’d be lying if you said it was because the thrill of being played with at times you least expect is exhilarating. The agreement caused many risky scenarios, though. There was that instance of Bucky between your legs, lapping at your core during a video call with your sister. The wooden desk shielded him from view as he relished you, but the grimaces on your features were a smidge more difficult to camouflage. “You taste incredible, baby,” Bucky mumbled, flesh and metal hands gripping the softness of your exposed thighs, before eagerly licking your clit. “Couldn’t ever get enough of this pussy.” You inadvertently moaned thrice during the call, disguising the sinful sounds by feigning coughs and attributing your strange demeanour to a common cold. “Tell her the truth,” James teased then, slipping a metal digit inside your needy hole, and you sneakily slapped his shoulder. The unsuspecting woman on screen continued to babble about her upcoming visit as you hit the mute button on your computer because the man below you had zero intentions of easing up. “Can feel you squeezin’,” he groaned, slipping a couple more of his metal digits inside. “Please end the call, peach, so I could fuck you atop this desk already.” 

There was also the time he got annoyed on a road trip, freeing his cock and guiding your head downward to silence your complaints about his driving on unpaved roads. “Be a good girl and put that mouth to better use,” he grunted as you licked drops of pre-cum off his skin. “Na uh, doll,” with his left arm on the steering wheel, James forced the entirety of his length into your mouth, “we ain’t got time for any foreplay shit right now.” 

Furthermore, introducing him to free use is the reason for your current predicament — being bent over the sink at a local bar with Bucky balls deep inside you. 

“Takin’ me so well, sweetheart.” James praises, catching your gaze in the grimy mirror before spanking your velvety hips. “My girl’s such a slut for me, letting me play with her in a random pub’s bathroom.” It’s more of an observation than dirty talk, and you bite back a moan, nodding. “Bet you’re always thinking about daddy’s big cock, wishing you could be bursting full of me forever, aren’t you?” A harsh spank lands on your scorching skin when you don’t immediately answer. “I asked you a question, peach.”

“Yes,” you sob, digging your manicured nails into the base of your palm. “Love it—,” another wail slips past your swollen lips, “love it when you use me, daddy.” 

The pace of his hips slamming into yours remains brutal as he studies your expression in the mirror. “Look at you,” he clutches your chin, the slight pain of it forcing you to peel your eyes open, “my baby’s so fucked out, she’s having trouble speaking.” The steady pulse of your approaching orgasm heightens as Bucky admires the whimpering mess that is you, leaning lower until the slight stubble on his jaw tickles your ear. “Should I let you finish, or should I leave you all desperate and stuffed full of my cum until happy hour’s over?” 

“Please,” you plead, “I’m so close.” 

“That’s too—,” James chuckles through a groan as his own orgasm bursts in syrupy waves, “—bad.” The rhythm of his movements falters and then stops, and if tears weren’t streaming down your face already, you would’ve cried at the loss of contact, feeling terribly empty without Bucky to keep you warm. Though you don’t say a word to him, he can sense your frustration, the weight of your emotions lingering in the atmosphere around you. Slithering his metal hands between your legs, he pushes the cum that leaked out back inside you, thrusting a couple times to soothe your disappointment before withdrawing his touch and shoving your discarded panties into the pocket of his jacket. “Don’t let it drip out if you want a reward when we get home.” A lazy grin stretches across his features. “I promise to make it worth your while.” 

[eddiesxangel]

HOE HOE pantyHOES | Eddie Munson x Reader

CW: Christmas theme smut. idk what else to tell you; read it and find out. minors dni 18+ only.

Word count 1.9k

You sat in front of your vanity mirror, frantically preparing for Steve’s annual Christmas party. You got home late from work and had to pick up dessert from the bakery before heading home to get ready. Now, you managed to get yourself half dressed before getting distracted by your hair and makeup.

You heard a knock on the front door and yelled for them to enter. You were expecting Robin to pick you up tonight; she probably got fed up waiting in the parking lot for you.

A muffled “hello” was barely audible over your Christmas carols. You reply with a “in here!” As you fixate on the sequinned black bow to the back of your head.

“You’re not Robin,” you smirked, seeing who poked their head through your bedroom door.

Eddie stops in his tracks as his eyes drink in your body. You had managed to get into your matching black bra, panties and black stockings but nothing else before you remembered you needed to fix up your makeup.

“Uh- sorry, I uh- I’ll wait out here.” he quickly looks away before shuffling around the room, clearly flustered.

“It’s okay, Ed’s, I’m almost done,” you shrug. Eddie’s one of your best friends had been for about 2 years. You had met Eddie through your work friend Robin.

“You sure?” He still isn’t looking at you, but his cheeks are red like Santa’s.

You stand up and walk towards him; your dress is on your bed.

“Yea. Nothing you haven’t seen before.” you give him a coy smile. Technically you are fully covered; your black opaque stockings are just like leggings, and your bra is like a bathing suit.

“Sure, yeah.” He peeks up to get another look. Fuck did he like what was in front of him. You managed to pull off cute and sexy all at the same time. You step into your dress and slowly pull it up your body.

Flustering Eddie was one of your favourite things to do.

“Can you zip me up?” You ask, turning your back to him.

He doesn’t say anything; he just steps closer with shaky hands to accept your request. You feel him slowly brush your hair off your back and over your shoulder out of the way. You could feel his breath hit your bare neck before he bravely bent down to kiss where your shoulder and neck meet.

“Eddie,” you moan. Goosebumps appeared all over your soft skin from his touch.

“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” he jumps back. And you can’t help but giggle.

“It’s okay, Eddie, baby. Just zip me up?” You asked again in the most sickly sweet voice. You feel his hands quickly tug in the zipper of your holiday dress.

Baby. That was new. Eddie fixated on the way the word fell off your lips. It was so sweet he could almost taste it.

"You ok?" You look over your shoulder to see a look in Eddie's eye you hadn't seen before.

Something primal had taken over Eddie. It was like he was entranced by you. He felt his hands run up the sides of your thighs and under your dress. Feeling how soft the stockings that encased your legs were. He ran his hands up higher and higher to where the waistband met the skin of your soft middle.

More goosebumps covered your body as Eddie didn't say a word while tracing your figure with his calloused fingers.

"Mmmm, Eddie," You softly moaned, filling the silent room with the most beautiful sounds Eddie had ever heard.

"Yeah, baby girl," he whispered as his soft lips grazed the same spot he had kissed a moment ago.

"We- we are going to be late." You stuttered.

"We are already late; we will blame it on the snow." You felt his hands brush the straps of your dress off your shoulders so it landed on the bedroom floor.

You stood there in just your bra, stockings and matching panties before you felt Eddie push you forward so you were band over for him. Eddie could see the outline of your thong as the thin material spread over your perfect ass.

Eddie bent down so he was at eye level with what he wanted. "Oh, baby," you hear Eddie whisper under his breath before placing a firm hand on each cheek. Moulding and massaging the muscle. A small smack echoed in the quiet room when his hand came down and lightly hit your bottom, wanting to see it jiggle. You arched into the feeling. The Christmas party you were supposed to be getting ready for suddenly slipped your mind. The only thing consuming your thoughts was Eddie's strong hands on your body, and you wanted more.

"You like that baby girl? I can give you more. Just say the word." He hummed as he trailed a finger lightly down the seam of your pantyhose.

"Yes," it was small, but Eddie still heard it, allowing him to do what he's wanted since he met you.

You felt Eddie's lips graze over your covered pussy; you were already so wet it was seeping through the two thin layers of material that were covering what Eddie wanted most. His hot tongue licked a strip from your clit to your hole before humming into your centre.

"hmmm, I can already taste how ready you are for me. Tell me, baby, that's all for me? I did this to you?" he massaged his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Yes," you breathy sigh as you push back into Eddie's hand to create more friction.

"Now tell Eddie what it is you want?" He sat up and kissed the bare skin of your back right above your waistband.

"Please touch me," you sighed.

"Sucha good girl; I think you made it on the nice list this year." He praised as he cupped your wet heat. "But after what I'm about to do to you, I think you'll be on Santa's naughty list for sure," He growled in your ear before his fingers hooked into your tights, ripping them open and exposing your bare ass.

"Eddie!" you scolded. Those were the only pair you had left without any runs in them.

Eddie hooked a finger around your thong, moving your panties to the side without a reply; he was feral. He was so fixated on your wet cunt being centimetres away from him. He could smell your heat radiating; it was intoxicating. He took in the picture-perfect sight in front of him. Wanting to memorize every detail. Your pussy was so pretty, the prettiest one he had ever seen.

Eddie didn't waste another second before diving in. He ate you like a man starved. His warm, wet tongue had you crying out with pleasure as it grazed your inner lips to your throbbing clit and back down again.

"Fuck this is the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted," Eddie said before giving your ass another light smack. You moaned with pleasure. The sensation only made you wetter.

"Eddie, please," You begged.

"I don't know, naughty girls don't get presents." Eddie slowly massaged your clit with his index finger as he teased your hole with the tip of his thick thumb.

"No! I'm a good girl; I've been such a good girl." You protested. Your cunt was throbbing as it clenched down onto nothing.

Eddie stood back up, his body towered over you, and you felt his arm wrap around your chest to help you stand up straight.

"Eddie, wha-" you were cut off, being spun around and pushed back onto the bed, only this time on your back.

You could see the sheen of your slick coating Eddie's chin as he glared down at you.

You slowly spread open your legs while you move your panties to the side. You let Eddie take you in before circling your swollen clit with a manicured finger, hoping to taunt Eddie into giving you what you wanted. You wanted all of him. You could now see how strained his cock was in his jeans; the looked so tight around his waist you knew he was dying for some release.

"This is mine" Eddie smacked your hand away from your clit before replacing it with his own. "This is my pussy." he repeated.

"Then take it." You command.

You hadn't seen Eddie move so fast since you had known him. His pants were down in half a second before leaning down and plunging into you, bare.

You both let out screams of pleasure as Eddie entered you. Your hot wet cunt felt so good wrapped around Eddie's long thick cock. It was hitting places inside of you that you hadn't known existed. It was like it was made for you.

"Oh my god, Eddie!" you cried as his cock continuously brushed the walls of your cunt. Each stroke built that feeling in your lower tummy.

"Take it, baby girl, you're gonna take all of it." He gritted through his teeth. His eyes concentrated on where his cock was disappearing inside of you. The delicious feeling of your cunt wrapped around him was too good to be true. His dream girl beneath his looking so cute and fucked out just for him, had him cumming in almost seconds.

"You're doing so well, baby, taking me so good, I'll have to give you your present. You want that?" He chides, supping your face with one large hand.

You nod your head dumbly, getting lost in the feeling of Eddie's cock and words.

"Say it, baby girl." His thrusts were getting harder and deeper.

"I want my present." you pout.

"Good, just gotta cum for me first, then I'll fill you up nice and good." Eddie leans down to kiss you for the first time. You moan into his mouth while his tongue slips inside, and his fingers find your clit again.

The coil that built up in your lower tummy finally snaps, and you clench down on Eddie's cock, making it so much tighter to keep thrusting into.

"Fuuuuuuuuck baby girl, that's it; keep coming on my cock, and you'll be back on the nice list." Eddie's hips kept pounding your sensitive cunt, prolonging your orgasm.

Your body jerked and spasmed under Eddie's weight before he finally came inside you.

"That's it, sucha good girl, you deserved every last drop." he slowly ground his hips into you, pushing his seed all the way in before pulling out.

You moaned at the loss of him inside of you.

"Don't worry, baby girl. you'll still have me in you." He winked before helping you stand up. He put your thong back over your pussy lips and helped you step into your dress, zipping it up this time.

You look at the clock on your bedside table.

"Fuck we are so late!" you rush to grab your coat, giving yourself a once over in the hallway mirror. Shit. All that time running to fix your hair and makeup was wasted. You look thoroughly fucked out.

"Eddie!" You whine, trying to fix your smudged red lipstick as Eddie hugs you from behind, kissing up the side of your neck.

"Sorry, can't help it. Need everyone to know that you're mine." His hand grazed behind you and cupped your cunt again. Feeling his cum that had now pooled in your underwear.

“Ok, I'm ready.” You sigh as you turn. It was like he had you under his spell. Eddie smirked with pride as he opened the door for you, only to see an angry Robin standing outside your door.

"You said you would be ten minutes!" She yelled before storming back to the running car she had been waiting in for the past twenty minutes.

Shit. Busted.

Master list

[yorshie]

Hiya! This was an ask on AO3, thought I'd upload it over here as well just to keep everything even. I couldn’t keep myself from making it a continuation of the turtles fav clothes ask.

Bayverse TMNT X Fem Reader

SFW, though apparently I was in the mood to write the turtles falling over themselves so it's a bit suggestive.

Donnie

Donnie landed a little bit harder than he meant to on the roof of your building, catching sight of the sheet and projector a little too late and assuming someone was already using the space. He ducked in an unconscious effort to hide, knowing it was folly, only to pop back up at the sound of your giggle.

“Love?” He asked, looking around, sure he had heard you.

“Hey baby. You ready for our date?” Your voice came from the far side of the sheet, and he snorted in amusement as the fabric gave a little shimmying ripple.

“Is that what you’ve been planning?” He asked, taking careful steps towards the chairs set either side of the projector. When you didn’t answer his snout swung around curiously, but the only other things he could see was a cooler set up as a coffee table with a few styrofoam containers up top. “Baby?”

“Here.” You called back, and he blinked at the low curse that followed. “Just- having technical difficulties.”

He smiled, starting for the sheet. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re dating a technical tu-” He cut off with a choke, stalling at the sight of your bare back presented to him, your hands trying in vain to reach the zipper that was getting caught on a bit of…

His eyes trailed down, taking in the way the city lights glittered off the purple sequins covering your dress, a small, strangled noise escaping his throat at just how much of your legs were not covered.

“It was suppose to be a surprise.” You half whined, pouting at him over your shoulder, and your words reseted him, his eyes trailing back up your back to give you a strained smile.

“I- It’s very surprising.” He blushed at the break in his voice, but when you only giggled he took a step closer, hands hesitantly raising towards your own. “Can… I can help?”

“Please.” You asked, dropping your hands and arching your spine to hold the fabric taunt.

Donnie tried his hardest not to touch or think about the soft skin beside the zipper, straightening the little piece of metal and pulling it seamlessly upwards until it reached the little latch at the top. “There.” He stepped away quickly, rubbing his thumbs against the side of his first finger in an effort to keep them grounded and to himself.

“Thank you.” You murmured quietly, turning slowly to show him the full outfit. “What do you think?”

Donnie’s head tilted, looking you over, taking in the high collar and the swish of sequins as you moved. The dress was a beautiful dark purple, jewel toned and looking more like it belonged on a fun trip around town, not cooped up on a roof with him. “You’re beautiful.” He said softly, flicking his gaze up towards your face. “Absolutely beautiful.”

You smiled at him, reached forward and clasped his hands, lifting one to twirl yourself around and closer into his arms. “I got Chinese food.” You whispered up at him, grinning. “And those grape sodas you love so much.”

Donnie swallowed, golden hazel eyes caught on the way your eyes bloomed when you looked at him, and quietly let go of the anxiety that said you were better off without him. “That sounds amazing.” He said instead, twirling you back out and following in a small side step dance that let him see the way the sequins covering your dress caught the light. “Maybe we could dance for a bit, first, though?”

Your answering laugh was bright and happy, and his heart soared at the sound.

Raph

A locked down arcade was not the place Raph expected to roll up on when you asked him to meet you somewhere not your apartment, but he wasn’t alarmed until your text said to walk in the front door like he owned the place.

Not knowing what to expect, half his mind worrying you’d been abducted and this was a plot to corner him without backup, he nervously turned on the cctv jammer Donnie had given each of them and cautiously walked inside.

The game lights were still on, soft 80s rock filtering through the speakers, and he stalled, not quite sure what was going on exactly.

“Hey there, tiger.” He turned sharply towards your voice, hackles rising when he couldn’t’ immediately pick out your location before relaxing as your crinkled eyes peeked over a tall pony wall. “Glad you found the place ok.”

He huffed, feeling that adrenaline slowly seep back, unconsciously returning his sai to their proper place. “Jesus, baby, give me a heart attack why don’t ya.” He raised a brow at the high pitched giggle you gave in answer, mind flipping to the gutter in an instant. “Whatcha doin’ over there?” He asked lowly, taking a step closer when you skipped away further down the wall. 

“Nu uh, you stay right there, I’m coming over.” You insisted, and he heard the click of heels on the polished comment floor. He followed the bob of your hair around the corner, smile faltering when you reappeared and he caught sight of what you were wearing.

“Uh…” He trailed off, eyes locked on the swish of the red skirt and the frothy petticoat peeking with every swaying step. “Damn.” 

He kept enough of his head to whistle long and low when you did a twirl for him, but in truth the only thing he could think of was how this was the most girly thing he’d ever seen you in, and he loved it,

“That good, huh?” You asked cheekily, and he was surprised by the instinctual rumble that escaped him as you stepped within arms reach, his hand snagging out quick as a flash to catch your own. 

Real good, but he made his mouth say something else. “You dressed up for me?” He twirled you around again, eyes darting between your face and the swirl of the skirt. When you faced him once more, his free hand dipped, fluffed the bottom of the skirt just to watch the arcade lights reflect on the color.

You laughed, walking backwards, holding onto his large hand when it became clear he was too busy staring to watch his feet. “I thought I could demolish you at the motorcycle games and then we could eat some burgers.”

He almost didn’t hear her words, head dipping to indicate his agreement, before a few syllables made it past the *Skirt* filter and he stopped hard again.

“Motorcycle?” He asked, tearing his eyes away to look for the mentioned game, before returning to your skirt. “You… you’re gonna play in that?”

You smirked, stepping back into his space to tap a finger against his plastron. “I’m gonna kick your ass in this.”

You thought he was broken for a long moment, before a sound ripped out of him. Expecting the deep rumble your teasing usually got, you were shocked to hear a high pitched chirp that you’d heard Donnie or Mikey let loose, every once in a while, but never from your boyfriend in red. 

A visceral shot of panic lanced through Raph’s chest at the slow, understanding smile you leveled at him in answer.

Leo

Leo navigated onto the small balcony outside your apartment with ease, brow furrowing when he noticed all the lights were off, only the flicker of candles on the kitchen island to great him. He opened the door silently, stepping inside with a deep breath. 

Only the scent of you and the scented candles greeted him however, and it eased him enough to call out. “Darling?” 

“Here, babe!” Came your voice from your bathroom, and his shoulders loosened, hands coming up to undo his harness and set his swords against the wall next to the balcony door. “Give me just a minute.”

He hummed in acknowledgement, not really sure if you could hear the low sound, before he stepped towards the table to take in the plates and cups set out in a neat array, belted napkins folded over the clean ceramic. “Are you setting up for something?”

“Well, if you must know,” came your amused voice, “I was planning on surprising you with dinner. It’s keeping warm in the oven.”

“It’s a very welcome surprise.” He assured you, crossing over to the oven and opening the door a little to peer in at the aluminum foil packages inside. “What is it?”

“Your favorite.” You called back, and his heart pinged softly at your words, one hand reaching inside to try and peek at the biggest dish.

“Hey, what happened to patience?” Came your teasing voice from right behind him, and he smiled, hand retreating and closing the oven while turning to give you his attention.

“I was just peek-“ He trailed off, and you smiled at the way he blinked long and slow at the sight of you posing at the edge of the hallway leading to the bathroom and your bedroom in a blue dress whose length kissed the floor.

“Blue?” You asked, taking a step closer. “You ok?”

He took a step closer abruptly, herding you back until your back hit the corner where the kitchen transitioned into the next room, arms coming up to softly touch the silky midnight fabric that he swore matched his eyes better than his mask. 

“Where’d you get this?” His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, thumb rubbing across your hip in a way that would read as absent minded if not for the sharp precision in his gaze.

“Found it on sale.” You whispered it to him, hands skating along his arms. “Judging by this reaction, I’d say it was a good gut purchase.”

“Very good.” He agreed, finally moving from your space only to clasp your hand with his own and pull you further into the living room. “You look beautiful.”

“Beautiful in blue?” You guessed, teasing gently as he raised your clasped hands and convinced you to twirl for him. A rough sound punched out of him when he saw how low the back dipped, a long tailed bow that was familiar hiding the top of the zipper at the base of your spine.

“Beautiful in anything.” He explained, “but especially in blue.”

You chuckled low at the feeling of his other hand sneaking in to press right above the bow. “We should probably eat, then, before the food gets cold, and then maybe we could bust out the playlist and dance for a while.”

He tilted his head, and you could tell he was considering convincing you to just skip dinner, but you purposefully nabbed the little placard from the restaurant that was sitting on the island, placed it under his nose until he could focus on the name embossed across the little card. 

“That’s evil.” He said, tearing his eyes away from the two words, and you laughed out loud at the pout that crossed his lips.

Angelo

Mikey wasn’t expecting anything fancy, though he knew you were planning something. There were too many questions in the text chain the last couple of days, too many times you’d double checked his preference for something or the other to be anything but a surprise. He looked forwards to it gleefully, especially when he got the text asking him to come over Friday night. 

You weren’t anywhere to be found when he let himself into the small place you called your own, shucking his backpack and chucks noisily and whistling so you’d hear him. A white box sitting on the coffee table with a well known bakery logo stamped across the top had him audibly swallowing, fingers itching to get ahold of whatever confections he hoped was hiding inside.

He must have made some instinctual noise, because a light giggle floated through the apartment, and he tilted his head, grinning as he heard you moving around in your bedroom.

“My, what great pastries you’ve got here, babes.” He called, hopping over the back of your couch and snagging the box.

“The better to tempt you with.” You called in a sing song manner, and he hummed in agreement, listening to the sound of your feet carrying you closer as he chose one of the chocolate filled varieties and bit into it with a little sound of enjoyment.

You snorted, from the kitchen now he thought, and listened as you shut something in the microwave before hitting a few buttons. “Save some room for the pizza, Angelo, it should be here any minute.”

“Ooo, baby, you spoil me rotten.” He set the box back on the table, used his free arm to roll himself back over the couch and landed with a thud. “M comin’ to help you with those fizzy orange drinks.”

“How’d you know I got those?” You sounded amused despite the accusation, and he grinned as he rounded the corner into the little kitchen.

“Cuz my baby always gets-” He cut off, pastry halfway to his mouth, eyes bugging at the little orange velvet loungewear you were wearing.

As if you could hear his eyes popping out of his skull, you threw a smile over your shoulder from where you were stretching up towards the top of the cabinet. “Hey, babe, come give me a hand?” 

Mikey stuck the whole pastry into his mouth and crowded you against the counter, hands proffered to show you that he in fact, had two he could offer you. 

You snorted, pointing upwards with a smirk. “The popcorn bowl, Mike. I can’t reach it.”

His eyes were slow to tear away from the two large collar and the way it slipped off one shoulder, baby blues flicking to your eyes before following the extended finger to the large metal bowl on the top shelf. 

“Mm, ye~ I cef gef che thef.” He swallowed, tongue all but shoving the pastry down the hatch, before he reached up without moving and snagged the bowl easily. “Here ya go, one bowl retrieved.” 

You tried to hide the smile at the fact that he was still all but trapping you against the counter. “Angelo?”

“Yeah babes?” He asked, eyes back to being glued on the little strip of stomach he could see between the matching top and bottom.

“You gotta move so I can get the popcorn.” You explained, popping one hip out and smothering a laugh when his eyes jumped to the movement.

“Uh huh. Popcorn. Right.” He said, fumbling to set the bowl down with one hand and snagging one of yours with the other.

When he made no further move, you rolled your eyes fondly and pushed lightly on his plastron. “Baby. Popcorn. Then cuddles?”

“Cuddles?” He parroted the word, and it was like the synapses fired correctly that time, because he all but jumped to complete the task to get one step closer to the reward.

You chuckled fondly, turning to the fridge to retrieve the ‘fizzy orange soda’, pretending not to hear the chirp behind you when he obviously saw what you were doing.

[scorpioriesling]

Dangerous Woman

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Pairing(s): Eris x reader

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, mdni

Summary: You've known the High Lord's oldest son for years, but he has never seemed to take much of an interest in you. Did he think you were perhaps too... simple? Boring? Safe? It all comes to a head when you finally reveal how dangerous you can really be.

SR’s Note: THIS IS FILTHY HAHAHA IM SORRY. I have boarded the Eris train and haven't even THOUGHT about getting off yet -- I really hope you guys like this eeeeeek

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“Did you bring an extra pair of tights?”

“Always - top zipper. I think they’re a medium,”

“Ugh. You’re literally a lifesaver.”

*sigh* “Aren’t I?”

Your friend Amalia playfully winks at you, taking the extra pair of pantyhose from your overnight bag. You glance at her legs, eyes catching on the long rip down the side of her caramel colored tights she currently dons. Returning your gaze to the mirror you’re seated before, you continue to work on the black winged liner you were previously applying, tuning out the hustle and bustle around you. After a few moments of pinning down flyaways, powdering your nose once more, and practicing kissy faces in the mirror to yourself, you finally decide you’re ready.

You take a swig from the water canteen on your vanity, rolling your neck and swinging your ponytail in the process. Amalia catches your eye through the mirror from behind you, stalking closer with another blonde girl wearing nothing but a tiny shimmering bralette and skirt set.

“You look hot, Y/N!” She squeals, flipping your ponytail with her flingers and you beam at her, turning in your chair to meet her eyes. You might be “hot”, but Amalia… Amalia was beautiful. Her body curved in all the right places, and she knew how to move to draw the eye to each and every one. Not to mention her full lips, only matching the captivity of her almond shaped, chocolatey brown eyes that seemed to complement her rich skin tone in the best way. If you didn’t have such a life long… thing?… for the High Lord’s kid, you might even be attracted to her yourself.

“Ohhh, don’t flatter me too much Mal,” you say sweetly. She rolls her eyes, and stretches a hand to you. You take it, standing to your full height and smooth your short black skirt down your upper thighs. The leather matched the knee high black leather boots you chose for tonight - and, of course, the miniature, rather revealing bikini top you sported as well. Amalia’s whoops and whistles, twirling you around and you make a show of sticking out your butt and pursing your lips, which leaves you both in a fit of laughter at your show.

“C’monnn,” she says, taking your freshly manicured hand in hers once more and guiding you toward the door. “I heard there are quite a few High Fae in attendance tonight.” She tosses a wink over her shoulder to you, and you stop dead in your tracks. Her glittery blonde friend who’d been following close behind nearly bumps into your shoulder.

“Woah woah woah,” you say, black nails a blur as your hands wave in front of you. “High fae? Like… from this court?” You ask. Amalia allows a devilish grin to spread over her face.

“You heard me. Like… royal family, High Fae.” She responds, crossing her lithe arms over her chest. Your face immediately begins to heat.

“Ooh why? Is there someone you’re hoping to see?” Amalia’s bubbly blonde friend asks. The sequins on her bralette flutter as she practically bounces in excitement. You chew on an acrylic nervously.

“Only the High Lord’s oldest son,” Amalia starts, and you roll your eyes, feigning indifference. The blonde’s eyes widen in interest as she looks between the two of you, practically begging for more details. “Y/N has been in looove with him since she was a mere child-“

“Oh Amalia, you and your silly stories.” You huff, but the blonde claps her hands together, a wide smile taking over her face.

“Oh my gosh!! Really!” She is bouncing up and down now, and you can’t help the small smile that graces your lips as Amalia chuckles in amusement.

“Oh yeah, really. But, outside of this place, Y/N doesn’t actually speak to the guy,” Amalia clips, frowning at you. You return the sentiment. “I just don’t understand— you are such a good performer in here, why not show him any of that outside of Markov’s?” She asks.

“Uh, because I want him to like me for me? Not because I, ya know, sometimes hang out in a brothel?” You say, hands gesturing with each word. The blonde shakes her head.

“Wait a second. You actually know him? Like, in real life?” She asks. You nod, her crystalline blue eyes widening with the realization.

“She’s his family’s personal record keeper,” Amalia cuts in. “And, she literally grew up with the dude. Same school, same social circles, yada yada yada…” she says, waving a hand. The blonde takes your hand in hers affectionately, staring at you wide eyed.

“But, what will you do when he recognizes you? If he does come in here?” She asks. You open your mouth to answer, but stop as Amalia pulls something from her own bag beside the dressing room door.

“He usually isn’t seen in here,” she says, handing a black shiny … something? to you. “But, if he does, he won’t know. Because she has this to conceal her identity.” You arch a brow, unfolding the item placed in your hands.

“I mean, it even goes with your outfit. How could you refuse?”

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“Any luck?”

“Nope,” you say, tugging on the bottom of your black bunny mask with a defeated sigh. On a night like this, usually you’d have already found someone in search of your services, but… you couldn’t help but turn down just about every one with the High Fae rumor going around. You so desperately wanted to see Eris — or did you? Would it really be a good thing if he was hanging out in a brothel? You weren’t sure.

The fact of the matter was, Amalia was right — you’d been pining over this man for fucking centuries, and he never really seemed to spare you a second glance. You tried everything; being kind, being friendly, being honest. You’d opened up to him over time even, but no matter what he was just always that much more distant from you — like whatever step you’d take toward him, he’d take one backward. It hadn’t been until the last time you’d talked to him that you decided to try something different, to see if this new approach would get any rise out of him.

Was lying wrong? Yeah. Was it a punishable offense? Depends. Was saying you had a boyfriend to get a reaction out of him grounds for jail time? Absolutely not.

And ya know what? It didn’t even seem like he cared that much anyways.

“Listen babe, I’ve been keeping you company all night, but,” Amalia glances over her shoulder at a muscley brunette man eyeing her from a couch across the room. “…I’ve got a line of my own forming. Think you can manage on your own?”

Before you can respond, your new bubbly acquaintance from earlier beelines toward you two, out of breath when she finally makes it to you.

“I…. I think I found… your…” your head tilts as you try and make out what she’s saying between breaths, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Who?” Amalia asks in a hushed whisper. The blonde only turns, and both of your eyes follow her line of sight to the unmistakable head of auburn locks, standing and socializing in the room across the hall. Your breath catches in your throat; there’s no way he’s here.

“Ohhh… oh babes you know what you need to be doin’.” Amalia chuckles, and you glance at her, cheeks reddening.

“Now is not the time to be shy girl! And besides, you have on a damn mask, Cauldron’s sake; he won’t even know it’s you. Now go! Play up the “sexy” before someone else tries to snatch him away.” She shooes you on, and your feet spring into action. The heels of your boots tap tap tap across the wood floor, many gazes turning to you as you saunter toward the bar he’s standing in front of.

Play up the sexy, you remind yourself. He doesn’t even know you’re… you under here.

You approach the bar, leaning against it as the bartender walks up to you. The coolness of the steel eases the burning of your skin a little, and offers some stability in your nervous state.

“The usual,” you say with a wink, faking confidence. It works as Grevin, the usual bartender smiles, and begins on your Malibu with pineapple juice, *extra strong*, just how you like it. You feel your skirt riding up a bit as you lean further over the lip of the bar, exposing the backs of your upper thighs and you can feel his stare finally on you.

Perfect. Right where you want him. It’s not long before you hear his signature scoff next to you, as he leans on an elbow mere inches from where you stand.

“My my,” he begins, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. “What do we have here?” You slowly turn your gaze to meet his, and watch as his amber eyes drink you in fully, roaming from the very tips of your rabbit eared mask down to the toes of your leather boots. You gulp. Play up the sexy.

“You like what you see?” You ask teasingly, crossing one ankle over the other and folding your arms under your chest. Eris smirks, only inching closer to you and dragging his tongue over his lower lip as his eyes continue to feast on your exposed skin. Gods he’s so impossibly gorgeous-

“I do,” he says casually. He extends a soft hand, and you place yours in his. You feel like lightning ripples through you from his touch, and you want to relish in this most simplistic moment. “Eris.” He says.

Shit. Uhh… you didn’t think this far. He’s gazing at you like he’s expecting some kind of answer, and you try to quickly come up with a good fake name, but thankfully don’t have to — Grevin approaches and sets your drink down in front of you. You accept it, throwing it back and downing the whole thing.

“Impressive,” Eris drawls. When you finish, he pulls you closer, so close you can smell his familiar cinnamon and cedar scent. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in Markov’s?” In seconds, he’s given a glass of his own amber liquid. He swallows half of it, eyes returning to yours for an answer.

“I uh, I work here.” Another lie. You only came as Amalia’s guest sometimes to make extra cash, and in hopes maybe you’d see him here, finally getting some kind of fucked up chance to be with him.

He raises his brows, nodding slowly, and drains his glass. He catches Grevin’s eye, nodding when the bartender asks if you’d both like another round. Slowly, his fingertips have moved to dance along the edge of your leather skirt, his skin only skimming the tops of your thighs and you suck in a breath. He grins devilishly down at you, eyes tracing over the curve of your breasts spilling from your top. He suddenly leans in close, his breath warm against your neck, sending chills across your skin as he whispers darkly in your ear.

“Be careful, don’t you know how easily leather can…” his free hand twirls in a swift motion, a small flame eliciting in the process.

“…burn?” He chuckles. He pulls back to peer down at you again, and you roll your shoulders back, drawing your pointer finger to drag downward from his top lip to his chin. You barely notice the — not one round, but two extra rounds — of drinks Grevin has set before each of you as you take in Eris’ feral gaze.

The fire in his eyes only seems to ignite as you lean in, your cherry scent familiarly intoxicating as you reply lowly; “maybe I enjoy being a little dangerous.”

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“I never really come to these types of places,” Eris says breathlessly, his hand grasping yours as you lead him drunkenly toward a room you know would be open for the evening. He let you lead the way after a few more rounds and some small talk at the bar, not complaining about the view from behind as he followed you up the stairs and down the dark hallway.

“Don’t worryyy,” you slur. He chuckles behind you, and you arrive at door #17. This one is reserved for you, rarely used, but yours nonetheless. You fumble to unlock and open it, Eris’ warm hands tracing up and down your sides as you fiddle with the door. Once inside, you opt to keep the lights off, allowing the moonlight from the open window to illuminate the room enough to your liking.

You close the door behind you, and no sooner than it clicks shut, his hands are pushing you against the back of it. The leather of your outfit squeaks in protest against the wood of the door and Eris’ body now holding you against it, his dark chuckle sounding in your ear. It was enough to release a bit more of the wetness already drenching the small cloth offered by your thong.

“Somehow, even after the… three? Four? Drinks we had,” his hands snake beneath the back of your skirt, shoving it up over the curve of your butt and palming your ass. You let out a soft groan — you’d only ever dreamed of this before, even if you could only half see his face in the moonlight. “…I never caught your name, gorgeous.”

Your cheeks redden, and you take the opportunity of his lips being so close to yours to crash them together instead of answering. His fingers squeeze your ass and you yelp, your soft cry muffled by his warm lips on yours. You yank open his shirt, the buttons easily coming undone and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer. One of his hands moves to cup your face, thumb running across your jawline lovingly before he pulls away to meet your stare once more.

“Fine then, don’t tell me little rabbit,” he says, eyes wandering from your lips up to the leather rabbit mask you bore. “You’ll just have to be my little bunny to play with tonight.”

With that, his mouth was attacking yours again, lips in a tango with yours and tongue swiping along the edge of your mouth. You open, allowing him access and deepening the kiss as you both battle for dominance. You’re just content to explore so deep into a cavern so delicious — one you’d never thought you’d taste, not in any of the centuries you’d lived. His hands are all over you, first moving to knead your breasts harshly, relishing in the soft moans he draws from you in the process. Once he’s had enough teasing, he pulls you flush against him by your waist, his hard length pushing into the softness of your stomach. The feel of his long member only increases the ache between your thighs.

“Don’t make me wait anymore,” he says, pulling away breathlessly, eyes darkly boring into yours. In a moment of courageousness, you shove him backward, a feline grin on your face as he falls back onto to his elbows on the bed behind him. He smirks as you crawl on top of him, working to undo his corduroy confines, slipping them past the protruding tent near his navel and discarding them haphazardly to the floor. He helps by kicking off his undergarments and you can’t help but stare at his toned abdomen, his impressive length springing free with the absence of the confines.

Positioning yourself on your knees between his legs, you seductively lick a stripe up his shaft, and his chest begins to rise and fall unevenly. Your gaze meets his and you lick over the leaking tip of his cock, gripping half of his shaft in your fist and giving a few slow, tantalizing strokes. Your tongue continues to work around the exposed area, swirling around and teasing his length where a rather fat vein protrudes. He chews on his lower lip between his teeth, and you finally descend on his length, taking every inch you can down your throat while maintaining eye contact.

“Uh… ohhh my…” he utters, as you begin bobbing your head on his shaft slowly. Your hand pumps what can’t fit in your mouth, and one of his hands instinctively reach for the back of your head, softly pushing down with the rhythm of your motions around his cock.

“Fuck… oh fuck baby…” he softly pants, head rolling back as his hand pushes down on your head faster, harder. Tears begin pricking your eyes as his large member hits the back of your throat, and you try your best to hollow your cheeks and suck in as much as you can.

He continues to whimper and groan before you, and through your blurred vision, you can’t help but feel a twinge of pride. Sure, he may find you boring and uninteresting and anything else when you’re sitting in your office in his father’s palace. But now? He’s literally whimpering before you.

He’s pushed to an almost impossible depth and you choke a bit, his hips beginning to thrust up slightly to fuck himself into your sloppy mouth. Muffled groans emit from you as he thrusts in a few times, until you feel his dick slightly twitch in your mouth.

“Ohh fuck-“ he pulls his dick out of you in an instant, his hand moving to caress your jaw and tilt your head up to look at him. His wet length slaps against his stomach as trail of saliva drips down your chin, collecting near the valley of your breasts, and his eyes track it all the way. His thumb traces over your swollen bottom lip as he inhales sharply.

“Fuck sweetheart, I don’t want to cum just yet,” he says, removing his hand to slowly stroke himself once more. You take the moment to slide your skirt and thong down your thighs, discarding them to the ground. Eris watches intently as you continue to strip, left in only your tight little bra and him in his unbuttoned button-down. Kicking off your boots, you begin to seductively crawl atop Eris once more, and his fingers graze over your hips and round your ass once more before finding purchase on your hipbones. He grips tight and flips you, eliciting a soft squeak from you in the process. Now fully atop you, you can’t help the delight in letting him do as he wishes and be in control over you.

“Let me do this how I want?” he asks, eyes gazing at you in question. You lean up off the bed, biting his lower lip softly before releasing it and staring innocently back into his eyes.

“Use me however you want.”

Your words snap a chord of restraint in Eris, as he tosses your calves over his shoulders then, running his cock up and down your folds to collect your dripping wetness.

“Gods, so wet for me already…” he drawls, aligning his length with your needy entrance. Then, without warning, he grips your waist hard and slams into you, eliciting a sharp cry from you in response. He grunts at the tight squeeze, relishing in the way you clench around him.

“FUCK!” You shout, and he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in once more, a low growl reverberating in his throat.

“GODS, Eris-“ you gasp. He swipes his tongue over his lower lip, quickening his thrusts — only pulling out halfway but still slamming into you all the same. Your small moans of pleasure seem to egg him on, pants and grunts occasionally emitting from him all the same. His eyes stay trained on you; your boobs bouncing beneath the confines of your bra, your mouth agape as you scream in pleasure for him, down to the slick spreading across his dick as it slides so easily in and out of you. You’re a vision; one he’d only dream of. One so similar to the dreams he has over and over, night after night.

“Fuck… oh, fuck this pussy feels so fucking good bunny,” he grunts out, and you continue to allow your moans of pleasure free fall from your lips. Your nails rake over his muscled back, surely leaving scratch marks as he drives into you. One of his hands detaches from your hip, threading his fingers through yours and holding it to the mattress above your head. You tangle your other hand in his incredibly soft locks, illuminated by the rising moon outside. The heat in your stomach continues to build, the coil winding tighter with each snap of his hips into yours.

“Eris I’m… I’m so close-“ you gasp, and he slows only for a moment, pressing a deep kiss to your lips before continuing his thrusts, now slamming into you at an impossibly rapid pace.

“FUCK, ERIS, I’m-“

“Gods YES baby, please Y/N — let me feel you cum baby,” he groans, and with that, the red hot coil in your stomach snaps. You release with a loud moan, pussy clenching around his cock as he fucks you through your orgasm.

Within seconds his warmth is filling you from the inside, his soft whimpers filling the room as you both ride out your highs.

After a few quiet moments, he stalls his movements and pulls out of you, and you instantly feel… empty. He takes the spot on the bed beside you, laying on his side and tucking an arm under his head. He brushes his fingers along the curve of your face as he studies you, and after a few moments in silence, he clears his throat.

“I’m sorry I, uh, I called you that.” he says, and you slide your eyes to his in confusion. He looks magnificent, even in the dim lighting, and you can’t help but feel a little sad that your night with him is drawing to a close.

“Whatever do you mean?” you ask. He sighs, chewing on the inside of his bottom lip.

“Uh… during.. I accidentally called you something I shouldn’t have.” He says. You continue to just look at him confusedly, and he continues.

“I said Y/N, and I uh, I didn’t mean to.” He explains, retracting his hand from you.

You blanch; when did he call you that? How did you overlook it? How didn’t you catch the sound of him saying your name?

You’re silent for a moment, contemplating the whole situation when he speaks again.

“It’s just,” he lets out a frustrated huff, running a hand through his hair. “Y/N is actually this girl, um, she’s someone I know. Well, I know her really well, actually. Known her quite a long time.” He says, and you can’t help the butterflies in your chest. He thinks he’s talking to a stranger, but you’re only hearing the love of your life talk about you.

“Mhm…” you urge. He turns to look at you, and you try to innocently mask the desperation in your eyes as they meet his whiskey colored ones. He props his head up on one of his hands.

“Well, I just got carried away I guess. I’m sorry, I was just… I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately. I mean, I’m always thinking of her but… lately… I don’t know. It’s nothing you did! I mean you were great and all, I just… I can’t get her out of my head, I suppose.” You can’t help the guilt you feel as he looks away, sadness clouding his eyes as hope fills your heart. You never would’ve guessed he felt a fraction of this, based on how he usually interacts with you.

“So… why come here if you care so much for this girl?” You ask. He huffs a laugh, rolling on his back to stare at the ceiling.

“Honestly, I didn’t think she returned my feelings. And, now I know she doesn’t because she told me she belongs to someone else,” he says, and you mentally kick yourself. What the fuck were you thinking telling him that? “You just look a lot like her, and I don’t know, I just got so caught up-“

“Have you told this girl how you feel?” You cut in, pretending to be helpful. He shakes his head, staring at a spot on the ceiling above.

“No… she told me said she has a boyfriend, so. I don’t really think it would matter much anyways.” Your shake your head, and your hand reaches out to lightly take his hand in yours. His turns his head, gaze meeting yours again, and you give him a reassuring smile as warmth only blooms brighter in your chest.

“Eris, I think anyone is crazy not to fall head over heels in love with you,” you say, and he grins. “In my opinion… you need to tell this girl how you feel as soon as you see her next. I’m sure she’d break up with that silly boyfriend of hers if she knew how you felt.”

“You really think that’d do it, huh?” He asks, hopefulness in his tone. You give him a wide, honest smile.

“I really, really do.”

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[daydream-cement]

Beautiful Girl

Larissa Weems x Reader

Comforting Larissa so she feels as beautiful as you know she is.

Author’s Note: Short little oneshot! Enjoy!

“Sweetheart!!” Larissa held her dress by the bodice as she called out for you. The dress was incredibly fitted and there was no way for the blonde to keep it up without it being secured to her form. “I need you to come zip me up!”

You straightened your suit jacket in the mirror and grabbed your watch, beginning to fasten the wristwatch when you exited the bathroom. The sight of Larissa in the silver sequined gown caused your watch to tumble to the ground. You reached down quickly, scooping up the watch, eyes never leaving the blonde’s backside.

The headmistress was all too busy checking her hair and makeup in the mirror to even notice you becoming entranced with her body. Hearing the watch hit the floor, the headmistress knew you were now in the bedroom, so her voice rang out once more, “What do you think, darling?”

“Good- It’s good-“

“Good?” The compliment wasn’t enough to keep the shapeshifter’s negative self-talk at bay. She placed a hand to her stomach and began twisting and turning, a frown growing on her face as her eyes scanned her own body. “I just don’t know… Maybe I’ll wear something else.”

“No. You look- good in what you have on.” Your eyes narrowed at Larissa’s lack of appreciation for her own body. Your hands found the shapeshifter’s zipper, holding the frustrated blonde still and preventing her from shifting about to find minor flaws in her form.

“I’m just not- I don’t think I can pull this dress off…” The headmistress stood still with a huff, her eyes making contact with yours in the mirror, "Is it too much, honey?"

"No, not at all.” In order to make your point, you began zipping up Larissa’s dress, trapping the blonde inside the fabric, the full hourglass of the shapeshifter’s figure becoming more evident. Slipping behind the blonde, you rested your hands on Larissa’s hips, giving them a firm squeeze before winding them around her middle, “You look great."

Larissa accepted her fate, adjusting the bust of the dress, teeth biting at her bottom lip as she stared at her own breasts, "I...dunno, there's- They're out there." While Larissa had grown to love her body more than ever since starting to date you, this was one of those days that she simply couldn’t shake the hatred she had for her body. Tonight her body would be out on full display, making the blonde grimace at the thought.

Your hands moved back to your wife’s hips, turning her around to get a glimpse at Larissa’s front side with your own eyes. You started from the bottom, working your way up, eyes lingering on the large expanse of cleavage exposed by the glittering gown, "Mmhm, but they look fabulous."

“Oh...” The blonde began to pout, hands coming to fidget with your suit, straightening out bits of fabric nervously, “I just don’t feel very beautiful tonight, darling...”

“I’m sorry that that is the case tonight, my beautiful girl. Is there any way I can possibly change your mind? Kiss the places you don’t feel are beautiful?” Taking Larissa’s hand and preventing her from messing with the fabric of your suit any further, you pressed a kiss to the blonde’s palm, beginning a trail of kisses up her forearm, turning your gaze to look at Larissa when you reached her elbow. “I want to show you that you are beautiful. If not to yourself, then to me. My opinion ultimately doesn’t matter, but I hope that you might believe that what I’m saying is true.”

Raising a hand to Larissa’s cheek, you continued speaking your mind, needing your wife to know how much she was truly loved, “There are days where I do not feel beautiful, and you always always make me feel like the most gorgeous in the room- in the world, even. I want to do the same for you as well, baby. Anything you need, I will give to you tenfold, you know this.”

With a shaky breath, Larissa pulled you to her, hugging you to her chest with a crushing force, “Your words helped an incredible amount, my sweet darling. I don’t know how I ever survived part of this life without you.” Pulling from the hug, Larissa’s hands came to cradle your face, pressing kisses all over, leaving lipstick marks in her wake, “I love you so much.”

You meant to respond, but you were somewhat delirious from the affection from Larissa, not conscious of the fact that your face was covered in Larissa’s lipstick. Your love struck gaze brought bubbling laughter from the shapeshifter. Before you could see her face, Larissa took your face in her hand and reached for her phone on the dresser nearby, needing to take a picture of you.

The shapeshifter gripped your chin between her thumb and forefinger, placing one last kiss to your forehead. With her voice sweet as ever, Larissa held up her phone, snapping a photo of you, “Smile for me, baby.”

Not only did those words of affirmation help, but your love struck gaze made the blonde’s heart feel so full, the frustrations of her dress began to fade. She even distracted herself by removing the lipstick from your face, the comforting proximity with you beginning to calm the shapeshifter.

The event went wonderfully. Your comfortingly possessive grip around Larissa’s waist the entirety of the social event. The blonde received more compliments that night than she ever had before, but none of which meant as much as the little whispers from you throughout the night. For once, you both even stayed until the after party, Larissa perching herself on your lap for most of the evening, your smug and satisfied smirk maintained for each second Larissa was attached to you.

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[fleet-of-fiction]

The Fifth Sin

Josh Kiszka // Genderless Reader

He likes to watch you do it. To savour every last drop of your mouth and the way it moves. You are his muse, his inspiration. And never more so than when you're being his little glutton. (Blurb)

Explicit sexual content Dom Josh/Oral Fellatio/Degradation/Choking.

The sequins shimmered against the outline of his hard cock. The fabric curved against the pulse which ran the length of his shaft, resting perfectly against his hip. Lithe fingers wrapped around the circumference, squeezing it underneath his tight little jumpsuit.

"I'd like to see that pretty little mouth of yours on this..."

Josh was standing by the mirror, his eyes moving between you and his reflection. Shifting his unbearable erection up and down to ease the tension. You tilted your chin, uncrossed your legs and approached.

"This pretty little mouth?" You replied, licking a stripe across his bottom lip.

You liked the weight of his cock. The wide girth of it when it was throbbingly hard. The way it lilted to the side at the most subtle angle, his head always pink and flushed with just the tiniest drop of semen.

But more than that, you liked the way he demanded your service of it. The way he beckoned you over with a sweetly poetic request, and then savagely sucked on your tongue whilst you pulled the zipper all the way down to his pubic hair.

"I dream about that mouth." He confessed, letting the jumpsuit slip down his marble chest. "Eating it down like the hungry little slut that you are."

The back of your hand brushed against his soft hair, fingers wrapping around his base as you pulled him out of the jumpsuit as it sat around his waist. His back was arched just a little, his arms suspended at his sides like pendulums to keep him steady as you sank to your knees.

"Practically starving." You mentioned, gliding the tip of his head against your flushed cheek.

The translucent glimmer of cowper's fluid glossed across your lips. Dancing the round edge against your mouth, teasing warm breath onto the flesh there. Josh was breathing in shallow gasps, his stomach flexing in and out as he peered down at you.

His tip was always overly sensitive, deciphering the textures of your skin into incredible sensations. His eyes locked on the way you pressed it against the flat of your tongue, tasting the salty texture of his pre-cum and swallowing it down so gratefully.

"Always so eager to feed." He observed closely, bringing a heated palm to your chin. "You know, gluttony is a sin?"

You held him in your hand, rock hard and solid as if he were trying to send you a message in morse code. The perfect symphony of his pulsating veins made your mouth water. The decadence of his tone making you want to devour it without any of the need for an entrée.

"Lust is a sin." You pointed out, salaciously rounding your tongue against his waiting head. "Or did you conveniently forget?"

He simmered at the sight of you. Barely able to breathe as you sucked on him like a popsicle, just the juicy head, never breaking eye contact as you peered up through lashes and the curve of his chest. His parted lips stealing the air, trying to remain stilled as you applied more pressure.

"You lead me into temptation." He breathed, moving his hand into your hair, crushing his fist into the roots. "How do you expect me to have virtue when I know what that mouth can do?"

His hand guided you a little. The subtle pressure drawing you closer, letting him lead you into an open mouthed guzzle that slid down your tongue and towards the back of your throat. You held firm, enjoying the sensation of him and the relief in his body as his stance completely relaxed. His essence flowing into you, tasting his sweat and cum and the scent of his hormones radiating off every pore. The scent that was entirely Josh.

"I don't." You hummed, tightly raking your hand down his shaft, pulling on the flesh there, devouring his head completely as you listened to him moan a falsetto note of pleasure.

"That's it, my pretty little reprobate, take it all down..."

He filled your mouth entirely. So much that the hollows of your cheeks were filled, your saliva building behind his length. He exhaled deeply, holding himself in your mouth whilst whispering little incantations of arousal. Weaving spells of desire as he clutched at your tendrils, waiting for you to choke on his big fat cock before he released you.

He liked the way you fought for breath when he pulled back. Admiring your tenacity as you hyperventilated on his dick, keeping your hand at his base and his head at your lips. Exchanging a look of high regard, his beautiful face staring at you as if you were the most incredible of delights. He made being a sinner so heavenly.

"You like that?" You asked, fisting your saliva up and down his pulsing shaft.

He angled his hips, rutting them back into your mouth, making you take him with a little more applied force. Just enough to cause you to moan against him, vibrating hums making his entire body shudder with nerve endings alight. Oh, what a breath taking sight that was.

To see him ebb and flow at your whim. His blood pumping fiercely because of your touch. The way he couldn't stop himself from watching you down there. Captivated by the way you moved him in and out of your wet mouth, sloppy and unforgiving.

"Filthy, nasty little thing... You know I love it."

He flashed you that uncommon smile. The one that dug his little cheek dimple out and was entirely filled with mischief. Like a plan was formulating in that cavernous mind of his. Erotic, sinful and downright dirty little seeds of thoughts that you knew would bring him to a riotous end.

"You're plotting." You said, gagging on him as he rolled his hips against your face.

"Shut up." He whispered, seeing the ease with which he glided in and out now that he was fully lubricated. "Just let me fuck your mouth for a minute..."

His strokes weren't violent. But weren't entirely slow, either. The pace was even, his breaths in sync. You let him do the work, let your palms rest against his groin as he moved.

"You know I love that mouth but it talks too much." He mused, delicately thrusting against your clamped lips. "You know I'm the one who likes to do all the talking. All you have to do is let me fuck those pretty pink lips. And swallow down everything I have to give you. With an appetite like yours, that shouldn't be too hard...should it?"

You found yourself shaking your head. Taking his cock with each turn, your eyes silently pleading with him to let you speak. You wanted to facilitate his debauchery.

"No, not yet..." He soothed, pulling out his cock to lay the flat of his thumb down on your bottom lip, pulling it down to watch a river run down your chin. Saliva and pre-cum making a merry mixture to paint your face. "Sinners don't get to drink the wine, just yet."

A little giggle escaped. You pressed your nose into the soft flesh of his belly, jerking him off in your hand as you laid kisses across his soft flesh and pubic hair.

"Please Josh, I'm thirsty..." You begged, "Don't you want to fill me up?"

He ran a cautious hand down his face, through his facial hair and down his throat. Inhaling a deep breath, his stomach concaved as he considered your request.

"Get in front of the mirror for me." He instructed, "I want you to watch yourself eat."

On raw knees, you did your bidding. Regarding yourself. Dishevelled hair and mouth. Eyes streaming a little, cheeks flushed red and your breathing still a little erratic. You looked a mess. And he was not yet done with you.

He came and stood behind you. His cock planted firmly in his grasp. He was still half clothed, his jumpsuit languishing at his thighs. Sparkling in the dim light, you waited for his next move. Anticipation flooding every single facet of your body.

"Open."

Your jaw went slack. His hand travelled up from your collarbone, fingers exploring into your mouth, his index sitting snugly against your tongue.

"Suck."

You clamped your lips around the digit. Curling your tongue against it whilst your cheeks buffeted the suction. Keeping a watchful eye on his pumping fist. Breath laboured and his nostrils flared, he kept his gaze firmly on your moving lips.

"Look at you, on your knees for me."

He hooked his finger into the pillow of your cheek.

"Gluttonous little slut."

You watched him pull his finger out slowly, replacing the space in your mouth with his fully aching and engorged member. He shoved it into the inside of your cheek, letting it sit against the soft flesh and the side of your teeth.

"I don't think you'll ever be satisfied."

You sighed. Already close to satisfaction as Josh began to pump his fist up and down. Jerking himself off into the side of your mouth. Not where your taste buds could catch him. Not where your throat would take a beating. But where the soft pillowy flesh of your inner cheek would covet his leaking head.

"Oh, but you'll let me lay out a fucking banquet for you every single time. Won't you?"

His words were peppered with the jerks of his arm, his pace coming more swiftly now as his eyes glazed over with unfathomable arousal. You could feel him dripping into you. Ready to serve you.

"On your heels, my little gourmand..."

He pushed you down until your ass rested against the back of your feet. Pliantly and comfortably. Hands in your lap. Never taking your eyes away from his sublime form.

He grunted melodically as he pumped fiercely into your mouth, tongue out and ready to receive him. You'd done this a hundred times before. Let him work himself up into a frenzy as he spilled onto your face and let it drip into your waiting mouth.

He liked the showmanship of it. The way he sprayed over your closed eyelids, white on rosy cheeks. The way you licked your lips and your throat flexed as you swallowed his cum. You let him degrade you, humiliate you. All in the name of absolute pleasure.

"Here it comes." He warned, as he always did, the only grace he afford you as he spurted, "Oh, fuck... I love feeding you...there you go... all yours...lap it up."

Breathless and perfect, you let him shove his softening cock back inside your mouth as his cum dripped down your face. The most beautiful sin of all, his pride, intact and glowing as you wiped a drop from the corner of your mouth and let him watch you swallow it.

"Delicious."

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@takenbythemadness @katuschka @its-interesting-van-kleep @lvnterninthenight @writingcold @jakekiszkasbuttsweat @edgingthedarkness

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Thank you to @swiftiscruff for this amazing celebration of Pedro friendship. I wrote this for my friend @ohheypedrito. We've known each other for 20 years, ever since we were high schoolers in Colorado. Thanks to Pedro, we've become good friends and sharing in this ~obsession~ with her has been so fun.

We both love Taylor and we both love Pedro, so I wrote a drabble based off of "Mirrorball" for her. This is my first time writing for Frankie, sweet sweet precious Frankie.

Mirrorball

“About ready?” Frankie’s question shouted from the bedroom makes you almost smear the eyeliner you’re applying. Cat eye, Frankie’s favorite, he loves the way it accents your eyes.

“Almost,” you grab your makeup brush to sweep a small dusting of silver glitter over your liner. “We still have time.”

“We have five minutes before we need to walk out the house and you still have your shoes to put on.” Frankie’s voice coming through the other side of the door.

“I know, I know, shush,” you paint your red lipstick across your lips. “That’s going to take me no time at all.” 

“That’s what you always say, and yet we’re always late.” He hasn’t moved from behind the door. You can only imagine he’s standing there, arms folded across his chest, foot tapping on the hardwood floor, mouth slightly agape in frustration. 

“Yes, and we’re usually late because you just have to kiss me and that turns into… other things,” you put your dress on, smoothing the form fitting fabric against you.

You know he’s annoyed with you right now, but he doesn’t know what you’re wearing for him tonight. Silver sequins shine in the lights of the vanity, your legs are bare, your dress only landing right above your mid thigh, the neck dipping down to show off your chest. You’ve never worn something like this, it’s not one of your regular choices, but you want Frankie to remember tonight.

“Well,” he huffs, “I’m gonna go gather everything ’n make sure the doors are locked.” 

“Hold on! You have to zip up my dress,” you take one last look in the mirror, you look good. Your heart thrums at the anticipation of what Frankie will think.

You open the door, Frankie’s eyes slowly drag up and down your body, his tongue coming out to wet his lips, “You look… fuck.”

You breathily laugh. “That good, huh?”

“Mm.”

You walk towards him, holding your hair up, his eyes growing darker the closer you get. “You still have to zip me up.”

“I know. Just wanna keep looking at you.”

You stand in front of him with a small smile, your eyes glinting with mischief at the way all of his frustrations left once he saw you. He grips your bare shoulders, turning you around, his hands slithering down your bare back, grabbing the zipper and zipping it up. His nose fits in the crook of your neck, he inhales the sweet scent of your perfume as he snakes his hands around your waist, his large hands splaying against your stomach. 

“You look amazing baby,” whispers into your ear. The bristle of his thin beard tickles as he leaves open mouth kisses down your neck and across your shoulder. 

“Francisco, you’re the one who said we needed to leave soon and I still have things to do.” 

“Hush,” his command vibrating against your neck as he pulls you closer against him. You can feel the proof of just how amazing he thinks you look pressing against your backside.

“Seriously, I hate to say it, but we do need to leave. It’s a big night for Ben.”

“Fuck, I hate that you’re right,” he says pulling away. He runs a hand through his hair, the soft curls you helped him set now askew from frustration.

You walk over to step into your shoes and slowly bend over to buckle the straps around your ankle. Your dress hikes up to reveal the small strip of fabric covering you underneath. 

“Dios mío! Baby!” Frankie huffs, “You can’t do that.” 

You grin as you turn your head back to look at him and wink before slowly raising up.  

“You look incredible. Everyone’s gonna be looking at you. Spin for me querida, need to see you.”

You slowly spin, showing Frankie every shimmering inch of your body. 

“Beautiful…”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” he steps in front of you, grabbing your chin and kissing you. “Wish we didn’t have to go to this damn party, gonna go and burn the disco down so I can bring you home and fuck you in this dress.”

“We’re not going to do that. I’m excited for tonight. Maybe I’ll even be able to get you out on the dance floor with me tonight, show me a new version of yourself.”

Frankie laughs. “I’ll leave that to Santi. Maybe once we get home you can be my own little mirrorball later tonight.”

[im-sew-curious]

Isn't it glorious?

It’s here! I finally tackled my analysis of Key’s gold Gasoline era costume, worn in his music video for the song, photoshoots, a stage performance at the Inkigayo show, and a live performance at SM Town 2022. I’ll discuss everything from the fabrics used, the gloves, the shoes, complain about the zipper, talk about whatever the heck jumps are, break down all of the tiny little types of ornamentation (including the things I don’t actually know the name for) and more.

It’s scary in the best way. Buckle up. Grab some coffee or tea or vodka and a blanket.

I want to preface this by saying that this is going to be VERY long. I’ve polled my followers and nearly everyone said they want me to get as granular as I want. So I’m doing that. If that’s not your thing, here’s your exit ramp now. I get it. This is absurd.

You can also read it on my Twitter here. It actually has a LOT of bonus photos because they only allow me to have 30 on here, if you’re interested in seeing more. It may help clarify some things, as well.

Now then. Welcome to those who are left. Let’s begin!

Costumes by Dénicheur by Seo Seung Yeon

For his Gasoline era, Key has had four costumes designed and made by Dénicheur by Seo Seung Yeon, a Haute Couture Designer House that, among other things, makes elaborate costumes for Kpop performers. They’ve got an amazing Instagram portfolio to check out. They made him a gold and black costume for his G.O.A.T in the Keyland concert, the blue and white one for the Gasoline MV, this gold one, and a cream and gold beaded jacket for the 2023 SM Town Concert.

This fashion house’s trademark is intricately beaded, appliquéd…encrusted…costumes. I was able to get some high quality photos from some of you (thanks so much!) And the more I looked, the more I discovered.

If this were a piece of art (well, it is, but not in the same way) “Mixed Media” is what I’d call it. There are literally over twenty different types of beading techniques, appliqués, various types of sequins, trims, braids, rhinestones, chains, and more.

First, I’ll do an overview of the garments themselves, and then I’ll move on to the ornamentation.

The top (it’s not a jacket, it’s not really a shirt, it’s not a tunic. So I’m going with “top”) has a very boxy torso with exaggerated wide, padded shoulders. They’re completely squared. There are straight sleeves—not too slim, not too bulky. There’s a heavily ornamented oversleeve that reaches down to about his elbows and a “nude” colored full length under sleeve. It also has heavily ornamented cuffs at the bottom the sleeve. It has an exposed zipper up the center back that goes up into a short turtleneck collar. The collar and a portion of the lower neck back region are sheer with some beading and appliqués. There are sheer spirals around his arms and in chevrons on his front and scooping around to his back.

Just LOOK AT that masterpiece

The trousers are closely cut through the waist, hips, and thighs but become a bit wider at the knee. It looks like they were made full length but are always worn bunched up over knee high boots. They close at the center front with a very beautifully set fly zipper and flat trouser hook and bar. It’s so low profile that it wasn’t until I got some 4K images that I was even sure of where they closed. It was like he had been sewn in. I wrote a whole thread about it on Twitter that reads like a mystery novel, though I already spoiled the ending for you. Sorry.

The top is made of what is probably a “nude” (aka specially dyed to his skin tone) base fabric to hold the structure, with the ornamentation stitched over top. The external stabilizing fabric is what appears to be some sort of jacquard, possibly silk.

Jacquard is a type of weave, where the fabric is made of long and short “up and down” stitches of sorts, to make a pattern. Because some of the time it uses longer “stitches” on top, it becomes more vulnerable to the fiber breaking and makes it become kind of “fuzzy” looking. This can be especially true if it’s a natural fiber that usually has less structural integrity than a synthetic one. I initially thought this had started to happen on Key’s rear, but after a very close zoom in, I think that’s just a bit of appliqué edge pulling up. I think maybe one of his mic packs is down there too, but I’m really not an expert in that. I did the research so you don’t have to, folks.

Left: A type of jacquard fabric. The shine comes from the longer top threads, contrasting with details of shorter threads. Right: Is it an applique or is it some snagged fibers? Ultimately, I think it's an applique edge.

Perhaps the most interestingly nerdy thing about jacquard is that it was originally made on a loom that led to the creation of computer programming by utilizing a sort of “binary code.” There were punchcards that showed the strands of fibers when to go up and down. Like “holes and not holes” in which to weave.

A Jacquard Machine Loom with punchcards that create the desired design on the fabric

It’s important to note that this fabric needs to have some stretch because it is also used to make his very tight fitting trousers. If it were not a stretch fabric, he wouldn’t be able to do this like THIS or…most things, really.

Even though the jacquard is stretchy, it has some structure to it. It’s used as a stabilizer in between the “flesh mesh” on the outer layer. (aka power net, stretch mesh... There are many names!) It forms the base on which the majority of the ornamentation is stitched.

Flesh mesh is a stretchy mesh fabric dyed to the performer’s skin color and is used to give the illusion that you’re seeing their skin, but it gives much more strength than just a cutout. I wrote a thread about flesh mesh and the importance of taking into consideration the performer’s actual skin tone when building them a costume here

In this case, flesh mesh allows for adornment of these areas, as well. It’s important to note that, even though it’s a separate layer over the base, it is “tacked” through all layers in a regular fashion so it doesn’t droop with the weight of all of the ornamentation.

There are also some parts that have metallic gold applied pieces. This was probably made of a beefy metallic spandex applied on top of the base rather than some solid pleather, due to way it behaves on the body. The latter would have been way too rigid in comparison to the rest of the fabrics.

Heavy gold stretch spandex, forming a chevron on which to affix beads and other trims

Okay. Range of movement time. You know how I love discussing this. That’s because it’s the single most important aspect of costumes for dancers.

Let’s talk armpit gussets. They’re an American football shaped piece of fabric that is stitched in the armpit partially to the sleeve underarm, and partially to the torso underarm. It’s often made of a stretch fabric, but sometimes it’s out of the original “fashion fabric,” which is what we call the main garment fabric.

Gussets out of different fabrics under each underarm. You can see the gold bunch under his arm when it's at his side

It allows the performer to more easily move their arms above their chest and head to help keep the top from riding up. You can see in this photo, though, that it does bunch up a little when his arm is down, because of the extra fabric. It has to go somewhere when it’s not taut.

With this particular top, it’s interesting to note that, due to the asymmetrical decoration of his arms, one gusset is the gold stretch fabric and the other is the jacquard. That means that, either both fabrics have the exact same stretch, or his arms may be SLIGHTLY more limited on one side than the other. That’s fun! I really geeked out about this observation.

Often with jackets for dancers, they’ll have what are called “commodity pleats” around the center back shoulder area. They’re a sort of sneaky hidden accordion-like bit of fabric that stretches out during movement that may otherwise split the back open. Taemin uses them a LOT. But, since this top is so boxy, Key doesn’t need them in this instance. He already had the room he needed without any other accommodations.

They put commodity pleats in the back of most of Taemin's closer fitting jackets. I wish they'd make them the same color as his jackets, though!

With Key’s trousers, we’ve already established that they’re made of a fabric with a decent amount of stretch. But since I can’t find many good photos of his bottom half, I’m unsure about if he also has “crotch gussets.”

By this point, I’m kind of notorious as being the “crotch gusset person.”

The following posts explain them in much more detail, but basically, they’re long triangular wedges that start in the trouser crotch and taper down to nothing in the inseam. These are often put in trousers of dancers when people need a better range of movement.

I wrote about this in detail regarding Taemin’s pleather pants he wore in his Metamorph concert, as well as all of SHINee in the Your Number dance video. You can find my posts on the subject here:(Metamorph) (Your Number)

Jinki rocking a black crotch gusset in SHINee's "Your Number" Performance Video (Black Version)

Gussets allow for extra room and movement when one is trying to do extreme leg movements like squatting. Unfortunately, I don’t have many good photos of his inseam. There’s so much going on with appliqués and piecing of mesh vs jacquard, it’s hard to tell. Part of the front half of his trousers is flesh mesh, swirling around them. The other parts are the jacquard, whereas the back is all jacquard.

I saw one photo which made me begin to wonder if the inseam is a little further forward than it could be, though. That could mean there IS a gusset. I’m really not sure...I don't have official visual confirmation, but now you know more about crotch gussets either way. You’re welcome.

That seam line is up a bit more forward than usual. It really has me wondering, because that would happen if there was a gusset installed. Hmmmm.

Okay. Zipper education time. I apologize in advance. Things get spicy but I tried to tamp it down. The center back (abbreviated as “CB” in the industry) of the top has an exposed zipper. This means exactly what it sounds like: it’s exposed. You look at it, and it looks like there’s a zipper right there. It’s not hidden. Sometimes it’s a perfect match, and sometimes it’s “featured.” Exposed zippers actually become a trend every once in a while in everyday fashion.

I thought it was extremely interesting that, on this elaborate costume, they chose to use a zipper with metallic teeth on white “tape.” (The fabric on the sides of the teeth.) It was a huge disappointment for me, actually. I would have loved to have seen the zipper more carefully hidden like his fly was.

Hello, zipper. I see you loud and clear!

I have to comment a bit on what I view as the one flaw in this otherwise perfect costume. I will preface this by saying that I was not in the fitting room where this was conceived, and I don’t know about any extenuating circumstances and the reasoning behind this decision. But there a few things that I would have done differently regarding the zipper and back collar of this top if were to have made it.

But first: some zipper education. Besides exposed, there are center lapped, as well as regular lapped zippers. With the center lap, it’s like the fabric covers your zipper but you can pull the zipper down through it. Your hoodie probably has one. The regular lap zipper is more like your trouser fly in that there is one flap of fabric that covers the whole zipper, hiding it.

Top: Exposed. (Though it has a matching zipper and zipper tape.) Bottom Left: Center Lapped. Right: Regular Lapped.

Either of those types could have been used to make the zipper more discreet. I personally would have chosen to use a regular lapped zipper, which is less likely to get snagged than a center lapped zipper.

People have defended the exposed zipper by asking if it’s because it’s less likely to get caught. I very much get this argument, and, technically it’s right.

But, in my extensive experience, I don’t think I can recall a case of an exposed zipper in the back of a costume, quick change or no. It’s unattractive. (Not to mention a dead giveaway in a period garment!)

If it’s sewn well and tested, with the correct size lap and no loose fabric, it will work just fine. There should be a hook and eye at the top to make sure that it stays secure while dancing.

Part of being a good dresser is being methodical and purposeful, not frantically zipping something up in a way that is more prone to snagging. They keep their cool, perhaps taking a couple more seconds but ensuring that they pull it up smoothly. They use their fingers to block the overlap as they guide the zipper up.

(Random side note: I met a dresser once who preferred zippers be installed upside down for their quick changes. Hey, whatever works best for them! I wonder how they discovered that…)

I will also note that, as far as I’m aware, the only times he’s worn this costume, he didn’t need to get in or out of it quickly. I know that he wore it in the MV, the Inkigayo performance, and the photoshoot. He also performed at SM Town Tokyo 2022, though he had 11 songs during which to change between Bad Love and this. He never wore this look at his G.O.A.T. in the Keyland concert. Oh, and the collab with the Jinro frog. I’ll talk about that later.

So ultimately, all of the zipper quick change talk is for nothing. There COULD have been a chance that this was going to be worn during his concert, I suppose. But if not, in the end, I can find no reason that there needed to be an exposed zipper other than: they wanted it that way.

Sorry for that rant. I know that it was intense. I just…wish it were pretty. That’s all. I know it wouldn’t have bothered most people, but I personally think that the costume deserved better!

Well then. They arranged the symmetrical beaded appliqué motifs so they didn’t interfere with the center back line, so it wasn’t an issue being all chonky around the zipper.

Unfortunately, since the zipper was built into the neck with just the “stretch mesh,” it moves very differently than the rest of the top. It has a substantially weaker structural makeup and it can’t support itself the same, so it stretched at a different rate than the zipper on the solid fabric on the bottom. It kind of “bubbled” when he moved and it rode up.

Showing the neck bubbling, and, on the bottom left photo, you can see that there is some sheer stabilizer to ensure that the zipper doesn't just tear out of the sheer net.

It couldn’t have been helped unless that whole back neck area had been backed with the solid nude base fabric. That’s what I would have done, personally. But using the stabilizer helped a bit. Without it, it may have not lasted a performance.

I don’t know why they did it that way, but the result was rather disappointing to me, especially considering the care that was taken with the rest of the garment.

Okay. End rant. The rest of the costume is EXQUISITE.

One more thing to note is that the zipper terminates about 4” above the top’s bottom hem. It is right around where his waist is. It was built that way to ensure that he was able to move his legs and hips comfortably without getting hung up anywhere.

His knee high boots were covered with the same peach jacquard as his top, as well as utilizing the gold fabric to serve as ornamental buckled straps.

The stretch element of the jacquard is further showcased by the fact that it pulls over the boot toe smoothly, with little issue. A completely stable fabric wouldn’t be able to do that.

Now for the ornamentation. Oooooh boy. There are around twenty types of various adornments on this costume, and I thought I’d highlight some of them.

I can spy about 15 different types of ornamentation here alone.

Beaded appliques at the neckline

Heavy chains

Rhinestone appliques and/or individual rhinestone pieces

Bugle bead chevrons

Gold round beads

Yellow individual small rhinestones

Grey beads in between bugle beads

Gold and silver flat braid trim

Gold stretch fabric

Round flat decorative chain

Hanging paillettes

Dark seed beads with some of the paillettes

Gold dangling lil dudes

A sequined applique peeking out from behind a chain

Utilizing the main fabric as a chevon stabilizer as a design detail

About paillettes: these might actually be my favorites. They’re like “floppy sequins” that only have one hole at an edge. They’re made of a very lightweight plastic, so they’re virtually silent. If you wear a dress completely covered in paillettes, you’ll just hear a little rustle. In this case, his were mainly attached via dangly wires as fringe around the upper sleeves. There are a few other random instances throughout the garment where they’re stitched on individually. You can read more about paillettes in my post here.

Appliqués: There are at least three different types of appliqués in this costume:

Beaded

Lace

Sequined

Rhinestone

Appliqués are premade decorative pieces. It looks like someone hand beaded everything on the costume, but they were able to take a shortcut by using these. So no, contrary to what you might believe, there wasn't someone laboriously hand beading every single thing on to this costume.

It still takes FOREVER to invisibly stitch each motif on to the costume as well as, in this case, sometimes layer upon layer. A lot of them are attached to a net base, and in closeups, I saw how they trimmed the net away closely around the motifs.

On the top, we have the gold paisley sequined appliques. On his trousers, you can see the low profile lurex embroidered lace appliques. Bottom left, you can see the beaded and rhinestone applique. And on the right, beaded appliques. You can see that they're over flesh mesh so, when it's on Key, it just looks like he has a beaded collar.

The sequined, beaded paisley motifs are the most prominent and plentiful form of appliqués, focusing around the top’s cuffs and lower edge. They’re also heavily featured spiraling around the trousers. There are even some appliqués stitched across the seams of the trousers and top.

There are some huge, gorgeous bead and rhinestone appliqués, like this one on his right bicep that you can see in the photo above.

There’s also the Lurex lace (metallic threaded) embroidered appliqués that concentrate mostly on his trousers' waist and hips. It’s low profile without any bits that might snag the top while moving. They added a few jewels to it further down once it was no longer posing any danger to snags. There are also a few flat appliqués on his rear, so as to not make sitting uncomfortable but still be adorned.

Beads and gemstones: There are also individual beads and jewels both sewn and what appears to be discreetly glued on as accents. A popular adhesive we use for that sort of application is called E6000. It bonds pretty much everything from plastic, leather, metal, rubber, and wood. It’s like a slower acting super glue, but is more flexible.

You definitely need to use this in a ventilated area or, ideally, with a respirator. The fumes are no joke! There are little chevrons made out of long tubular metallic bugle beads that were probably glued instead of stitched on. There are also round bronze beads and gold rhinestones glued to the edges of the metallic fabric.

There are little dangling gold dudes, though I don’t know what they’re officially called. There are individual sew on rhinestones. There are circular decorative flat chains. There is gold beaded fringe at the wrists of the sleeves.

Top left: gold braid, beads and chains are heavily featured. Top right: the dangling gold dudes. I don't know what to call them. Bottom left: Paillettes, hanging on gold wires on the upper sleeve hem. Bottom right: Gemstones highlighting the center of the chest, with a whole organized, beautiful mess of braid, beads, etc.

There’s gold flat “braid” trim that also looks like it has a bit of silver in it to add dimension. It’s basically like a braided ribbon, often in metallic colors. It’s used a lot in military uniforms.

And there are a few other various random beads and trims that show up amongst the circus of adornment.

The layout of the overall design is asymmetrical, with left and right arms and legs that don’t match. However, the front of the top is completely symmetrical (which is extremely impressive) except for a few rampant rhinestones that intentionally deviate a bit. Here’s an abomination I made of the sleeves next to each other to see the asymmetry more clearly.

I THINK (not based on this photo but others that aren't Frankensteined together with different perspectives) that the sleeves are actually different lengths as well.

Something that I should cover is that with garments made out of a stretch fabric, like Key’s trousers in this case, stitching on something non-stretchy (like some appliqués) can be fraught. The appliqué can keep the fabric from stretching as much as it needs to accommodate a body in it, and it might tear off.

Sometimes, we need to stretch the fabric a bit as we sew on the motif so it will look normal when a leg is in it. It may look a bit puckered when it’s not being worn. The good news is that it appears that most of the motifs in this costume are on what is most likely a mesh backing, so they probably didn’t have to deal with that headache here!

Since the motif on the Jacquard fabric is pretty small, as well as the fact that some of the appliqués wrapped across the side seams, “pattern matching” wasn’t a big priority on this. However, it’s always preferable to keep the motifs at the same horizontal height. This is a REALLY small pattern, so it wouldn't matter terribly, plus the fact that it was so covered it can hardly be seen. There WAS a point on the right side seam where the pattern did match, but the fabric slightly torqued on the left so it didn’t. All in all, it wasn’t a big deal whatsoever. If it were a bigger print though, it could have been. I made a thread about pattern matching here. It's a subject I'm pretty passionate about!

This side seam was cut so that, at a fixed point, the motif was all at the same level horizonatally at there was a part where the motif perfectly matched up to create one complete one. Because there are curves in the seam, it can't do that everywhere.

Now for a bit of a departure: SHINee and its members have done a few collabs over the years, dancing with the frog mascot from Jinro soju. SHINee did one for Don’t Call Me, Taemin did one for Move, and Key did one for Gasoline.

They dressed the frog up like Key, complete with jewels and chains! It was precious. SO GOOD. Watch it now. I also bring this up because that video was the resource I used to figure out where the gold chains on Key’s top were “tacked” (AKA stitched to keep it held down strategically.) It was a nice close-up view. Thanks, Jinro frog!

(Side note: I have made mascots before and it's ironic because they freak me out. I also refurbished a hot dog mascot that had gotten too gross after public appearances over a decade. My life is weird.)

I love how scaled-back but accurate the frog's costume was.

Through the magic of the Jinro frog, I found the answer to the question “where were the chains tacked?” Here. Enough that they still have independent swing and look natural, but frequent enough to keep them from smacking him in the face. Based on the way they move, I think that is metallic coated plastic and not actual metal. Also, for safety's/comfortability's sake! You don't want to be thumped in the chest with every move.

Here's where the chains were tacked

Someone asked me how much they thought this costume weighed. My answer?

I really have no idea…but probably not NEARLY as much as it looks? I'm like 99.9% sure the chains aren't actual metal. I’m not sure if the “jewels” are glass or plastic. The tiiiiiny “seed beads” and "bugle beads" are glass, but there aren’t enough that they would weigh a significant amount. There's a lot of gold braid on there that's very lightweight. A lot of what you see are layered appliqués with sequins and seed beads, which weigh nearly nothing. The dangling paillettes are just a light plastic.

For the garments themselves, as we’ve established, the are a few layers of fabric and mesh, which aren’t very heavy. Because of the “encrusted” nature of the ornamentation, of course, it still weighs a bit more than just a regular top, and is probably kind of rigid on the front. However, it’s not like he’s dancing around in chainmail.

Lastly, there are his gloves. His left one is made out of that heavy gold stretch fabric that was incorporated into the rest of his costume, and his right was also made out of a flesh mesh. From the way it behaves in this photo, it appears to be a much heavier mesh than the top and trousers.

The right glove has thicker mesh that almost appears to have a natural fiber content that is getting snagged. It doesn't completely conform to the skin like a tight flesh mesh would.

The gloves are heavily ornamented with appliqués and beads. I’m going to guess that these were actually custom made for him, which is a big deal. I know very little about glove making, except it involves a TON of pieces to be done right. Gussets in between the fingers to make them slim and elegant and such. No Mickey Mouse hands here.

Stitching the ornamentation on to gloves is pretty difficult work. You either need a hand form and a curved needle or a very brave stitcher who uses their own hand as a form (palm up.) I haven’t done that for gloves, specifically, but I have been a “sacrificial hand” for other situations. I’m so calloused in most places, I don’t really feel much anymore!

There’s one more aspect to this costume that was seen in the intro for his Gasoline Inkigayo performance: the cloak. He didn’t wear it for very long, but it appears to button across his chest to the other shoulder with snaps underneath. The snaps keep the underlap from peeking out from…under the lap.

It looks like they might have had a wardrobe emergency here, because you can see that two of the three snaps were hastily stitched on with red thread. The ornamentation is asymmetrical, mostly focused on his right side. On his left shoulder, there is a decorative beaded “epaulette.” Those are the ornamental shoulder pieces you often see on military dress uniforms.

Left: The full cloak. You can see the facing on the inside edges, made of the same fabric as the outside. I'll write about that in a bit, and I'll show you a closer view later. Top right: The red thread holding on the upper snaps. Bottom right: Metallic epaulette.

It’s hooded and made out of the same jacquard fabric as the rest of his costume, and it has a satin lining the same color as the “fashion fabric.” It appears to be about calf length. One of the photos I found actually has a shot that shows the facing, the lining, and how the hem is done. Of course, I nerded out. It’s “self faced,” which means that there’s the same fabric that’s on the outside making up the “facing.” The facing is the first ten inches or so of the inside edge of the cloak. It makes a pretty transition from the outside to the inside, without a harsh switch to lining.

Then, there’s the hem.

While attached at the top, the hem of the lining and the outer fashion fabrics are allowed to “hang out” separately while on a dress form. Because fabrics stretch out at different rates (and it also changes by the direction they’re cut from the fabric, but that’s a whole different lesson…) it’s ideal for something like this to hang on a dress form and do its thing for a day or so.

In an ideal world, you’d have a fitting with your performer and you would mark a “level line” on them while they’re wearing the cloak (and also the shoes they will be wearing. Different shoes can change a lot!)

There are several different ways you can mark a hem. You can safety pin it up the way you want it, using a ruler measuring up from the floor to keep it even. But this can be awkward and clunky.

Or you can safety pin a “level line” and say that it’s, for instance, 18” off the ground, and you’d like the hem to be 16” off the ground. You’d draw a new hemline 2” down from the pins. It's the easiest way to know what's level and then decide exactly what you want to do later.

OR you can use what I call “the poofer” which is a little measuring stick on a tripod with chalk and a rubber squeezy ball that poofs chalk into a line at a set height, instead of dealing with pins. But sometimes the chalk doesn’t like to brush away, so that’s a bit of a risk in exchange for convenience.

First, let’s talk about hemming the outside cloak fabric. Because it may have stretched out unevenly, you may have wildly different hems lengths now that they’ve been “leveled.” Let’s say we’ll leave 6” of “hem allowance” to fold up into the garment so it can be lengthened later if we need to. You’ll trim the rest of it away. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve altered hem lengths on cloaks over the years! I'm always grateful to have extra.

You may want to finish the hem with a “serger” or “overlock” machine, which is the sewing machine that uses 3-4 threads to sew things, often stretch, together and kind of seals off the edges. It’s probably what stitches together the side seams of your t-shirt or hoodie or lounge pants or basically anything stretchy. It’s used to keep hems and the edges of fabrics inside garments from fraying. Sometimes people don’t do it, especially since it's inside, but it’s nice if you’re planning on altering it or if the fabric is really prone to fraying.

The cloak fabric is then thoroughly pinned and hand stitched up. There are many different sneaky stitches which grab a few threads at a time from the front of the fabric and are virtually invisible. Everyone has their favorites. My personal favorite is the “vertical hemming stitch” or “vertical blind hem.” I like it because it holds the inner hem and the outside of the cloak more tightly together than a lot of other styles. The “cross stitch” which is called the “blind catch stitch” here in this diagram is one of the most popular methods. However, I feel it can be a bit too loose some times and is more likely to be caught on something. The one downside of the vertical blind hem is that, if you pull it too tight, it’s more likely to show from the outside. It takes a very sensitive hand to get it right. The lining is usually slip-stitched to the cloak hem.

Once you’ve got your level line of your fashion fabric, it goes back on the dress form. I’m…not entirely sure I’ll do a good job explaining this because I work best with showing things with points and grunts. My apologies.

You mark the lining to match the level where the hem of the fashion fabric ends. You decide how far up from the bottom of the hem you want the lining to end (in this case, 4”.) So normally, you think you'd fold it up 4", right? Ha! You subtract two inches from that number. This means you’ll be folding up only two inches of lining. But, since we will be stitching it 4” up from the hem, that means there’s a floppy extra two inches. (Cue Advice.) What’s that for? Now I have to tell you about “jumps.”

Jumps are a sneaky trick. This method is used in suit coat hems and sleeve linings as well. Basically, they’re a way to give a little bit of wiggle room with the length of the lining to hem interaction.

After the fashion fabric is hemmed, you hand stitch the lining 4” up from the hem. You have two extra inches of lining. One extra inch of lining is pressed down so there’s an extra inch of “underlap". This photo (top right) showed me that they had done this to Key’s cloak. You can see it stretched out with the pressed line on the left, and it is folded over on the right.

Left: The "self fabric facing" at the center front inside of the cloak. Top right: The cloak hem showing the underside of the "jump" (left) and it down in its "resting" position (right). Bottom right: the "poofer." They're marking a level line.

If you want to get even MORE granular, that is considered a “soft press”, which means that the iron steams and very lightly rests on the fabric. A “hard press” is what it sounds like. Squish that lil dude and steam the heck out of it. That line is never gonna come out.

Okay. Enough of that. I can’t believe myself.

I could literally discuss this costume inch by inch, but I think I’ve covered it enough that you can peruse it yourself if you’d like and kind of know what you’re looking at.

I deeply admire and respect the, perhaps, 100+ hours of craftspersonship that it took to make this stunning costume. Don’t even ask me what it cost to make!

Do check out the Instagram of @denicheur.official where you can see other costumes they’ve worked on for groups like IVE, Enhypen, Stray Kids and more. They’ve got an amazing portfolio to drool over.

I hope you’ve gained an even greater appreciation for this gorgeous look, and the knowledge you’ve gained here can go forward with you as you enjoy future costumes! And thanks so much for sticking with me. I hope it was worth it!

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Steve had tried it before, the tinted chapstick and eyelash curler. He had liked it, a lot. Especially with his hair grown out, the blonde highlights an extra treat he had got for himself after he didn't get into college.

He had spent so long waiting for college, waiting for a way out of Hawkins, waiting for a place he could become a completely different person. Where he could experiment and feel pretty and kiss boys and figure it all out. Older queer people had always told him that's where the magic happens, college, when high school isn't there to stomp you down and you don't have to pretend anymore. But then he didn't get in.

But in his sadness, in his anger, in his spite for his father cutting him off, he thought fuck it. He'd actually bought a ton of makeup, and a coat that tied at the waist in the best way. But he didn't put on anything but the tinted chapstick until after he and Robin had become closer.

She had invited him as her prom date, he was sat on her bed, his regular two piece suit and tie, the same one he'd worn to his own prom. Boring really, but he blended in. His hair was shorter than it had been the previous summer, at his fathers insistence. He hated it.

Robin entered her room, the zipper on her dress undone and the strappy sleeves cascading down her shoulder. She stood in front of the mirror frowning. "My mother bought me this...I'm grateful but, its so pink and girly." she said. it was, Steve would have never picked it out for Robin, it was a simple cut but covered in baby pink sequins . He couldn't stop staring, the way it shimmered, the way it floated down her body.

"I think its a really pretty dress." he said, grasping his knees close to his chest, aware that his voice was beginning to wobble, as conflict grew in his mind.

"Maybe we should swap outfits then" Robin laughed. Obviously joking, as she continued attempting to pull up the zipper. But Steve's eyes didn't leave her, boring into her soul, and he didn't say a word or laugh. And so Robin added "You can. Try it on, I mean. I won't tell anyone."

Steve felt frozen. He wanted to, so very badly, but he felt himself refrain from admitting these desires, even from Robin. These desires he'd had since a young boy. These desires that were shaken out of him by life. These desires that lingered painfully still.

"Steve, I'm serious." Robin added, already pulling the dress off. She threw the dress on the bed beside him and said "Well I'm going to raid my mothers closet anyway, I'll be right back." she pulled a bathrobe around her body and left the room.

When she returned, Steve was standing in the mirror, the dress pulled on, fully zipped up and the straps sitting perfectly on his shoulders. He didn't even notice Robin come in, as he stared at the mirror, looking back at himself from over his shoulder, tiptoeing to see how it would look with heels, brushing his hair back with his hand and holding it as if it were in a pony tail.

"You look really good, Stevie." Robin finally said. Steve blushed looking down at his feet but then he remembered where he was, who he was with and he looked her in the eye and said.

"I like it...when you call me Stevie."

"Yeah?" Robin said. "Is...is Stevie...a girls name?"

All at once tears began to well in Stevie's eyes, "Yes." She said. "I am a girl."

Robin nodded slowly, taking it all in, and then all at once jumped across the room and pulled her best friend into a hug, letting Stevie's tears fall against her shoulder, staining her mothers dress. They didn't go to prom that night, they stayed home, doing eachothers make up and taking polaroids of each other in their prom dresses. Stevie kept one photo of herself in the inside of her closet door back home. Though she wasn't ready to tell the world, though she would still present male and have Robin refer to her as such in public, she knew her best friend knew who she was now. And the true version of herself grew stronger within herself, with every truth she got to speak aloud.

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Part 3 of my mending series!!! 🌿

This is a smaller update <3

I focused on the smaller holes for this part because I'm procrastinating the huge knee holes I needed something smaller to do while I focus on other things. So I fixed some holes in the back pockets, near the zipper, and along the side seams. I also removed the leather patch on the waist band, it was very old and practically decaying so it's gone now.

Sewing by hand through denim is hard on my joints so that's why I've been slow. And I don't have a working sewing machine :( But next I will be fixing the knee holes and the bottom hem on each leg. That will take a while since I'm not rushing

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[Image ID: seven images of a pair of light blue jeans. The first image is a close up of the back left pocket and a visible patch of light blue embroidery thread covering a hole on the upper right corner of the pocket. The second image is a close up of the zipper in the front, with a gray satin stitch along the edge of the denim flap thats hiding the zipper. The third image is a close up of the back right pocket, with a gray satin stitch rectangle covering a hole in the middle of the pocket near the right seam. The next image is a close up of the side seams where I mended a hole with gray thread that matches the fabric pretty well. The blue and green sequin blanket in the background is showing a little. The next image is of the waist band where there was a leather patch sewn in, but I removed it so there's a dark blue square that shows where it was. And the final image is a close up of a seam under the waist band but over the back right pocket that I mended with another satin stitch to keep it from fraying. End ID]

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Givenchy 'Les Muguets' (Lilies of the Valley), 1955

Evening dress of white silk organdie with an all over embroidered pattern of lily of the valley in white and cream silk and plastic sequins. It is full-length and has a high waist, is strapless, and has a train. The strapless bodice has a curved neckline with a low back. The bodice is boned and has two circular bust pads. The dress and bodice have a left side zipper and press stud fastening. The dress is fully lined.

Worn by the Viscountess de Bonchamps

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Confessions & Confetti: Jungkook one shot

Just a nice little slice of Jungkook to help celebrate New Year's Eve. I decided to write this last minute but wanted to share it with you before the new year. I might have also sprinkled in some good smut just for the occasion! Hope you enjoy it! ☺️

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Word Count:} 7,500 Words

{Genre:} Friends to lovers + New Years Smut

{Summary:} After a year of countless car repairs, a nasty breakup, and a change in careers, you hope a night out with your best friends Will be the perfect remedy to start the new year. You weren’t expecting to end up in bed with your best friend that you’ve secretly had a crush on all this time.

{Warnings:} New Year's Kiss, Smut, Sexual Content, Language, Oral, Fingering, Exhibition, Alcohol, Degradation, Friends to Lovers, Fluff

Your eyes glance over the reflection peering back at you through your hotel mirror, observing the way your makeup compliments your flushed complexion, grateful for the added sparkle that seems to perfectly tie together the smokey eye adorning your features. You grin in satisfaction, eager to head out and spend the evening with your best friends in hopes of ridding yourself of this past year's hardships as you ring in the new year.

You take a few steps back, smoothing your palms over the sequin pencil skirt that hugs your hips deliciously, flaunting your legs beneath the black and silver swirls of sparkles radiating from the fabric. You cross a leg in front of the other, meticulously observing your outline in the mirror as you analyze your appearance, debating if you’re showing too much skin, or not enough. A simple black turtleneck sweater adorns your torso, allowing your skirt to be the center of attention as you push off your tiptoes to better view the edge of your outfit flirting with the middle of your thighs. You hum happily, thoroughly satisfied with your selection as you press your hands onto the counter of the vanity to double-check your hairstyle and jewelry selection.

“Perfect.” You murmur under your breath as you pull the cord of your styling tools from the wall outlet, closing the bathroom light as you head towards the king-sized bed of your hotel suite. After a year filled with multiple car troubles, a nasty breakup, and a change in careers, this trip out to the city was the perfect remedy to end your year on a high note. You sigh contently as you take in the sights of the towering city skyline, the lights of various buildings reflecting off of the glass of your hotel windows as the deep amber hues of the sunset create a stunning backlight to the cityscape.

You sit down on the edge of the bed, reaching over to retrieve a pair of velvety soft thigh-high black boots, quickly sliding them on and pulling the zipper as your eyes settle on the alarm clock on one of the bedside tables, realizing that you are running a few minutes behind. “Shit.” You mumble as you tug on the opposite boot, standing up to retrieve a faux fur vest that was draped on a sofa armchair at the far corner of the suite. You quickly tug it over your shoulders, thankful for the warmth as you grab a small matching clutch to complete your ensemble.

You slap your hand down on the tv stand over your hotel key, sliding it from the surface as you quickly shuffle towards the door, adjusting to the sudden sensation of heels beneath your feet. It doesn’t take long for you to hear the door click shut behind you, strutting down towards the hotel elevators, hoping you didn’t keep your friends waiting too long.

As you reach the elevator lobby, the pad of your finger finds the call button as you anxiously press it a few times for good measure, clicking open your clutch to tuck away the plastic keycard as a low chime indicates the elevator's arrival. You flip your hair back as you fasten your clutch, peering up to see the elevator doors open to reveal an ever-familiar man standing just beyond the doors.

You feel your jaw unhinge as you see one of your best friends, Jeon Jungkook, leaning against the elevator's back wall as his fingers type away at the LED screen of his smartphone. You can’t help but gawk at his appearance, stunned to find his usual baggy clothing was replaced with a pair of black cargo pants, a golden belt buckle cinching in his waist as you drool over the form of his body. He’s wearing a textured muscle-cut top, small slivers of net-like material peaking through the overlaying fabric, allowing you to steal glimpses of his gorgeously tanned skin beneath.

The most extravagant article on his person was a collared bomber jacket with a black sequin pattern of its own beautifully tied together with a golden zipper to match his belt. He looks like a million bucks, from the gold chain wrapped around his neck down to the thick boots on his feet.

This was your best friend and the man you secretly crushed over for who knows how many years. You never imagined telling him about your sentiments, refusing to risk your friendship simply for a childish crush you couldn’t quite shake off. Ever since your break up earlier that year, It became increasingly more challenging for you to avoid your feelings for Jungkook. While you sat heartbrokenly, Jungkook was the first to come over and indulge in a pint full of mint chocolate chip ice cream with you. When your car repetitively breaks down, he’d spend countless hours working on your engine, continuously reviving the piece of junk you should consider trading in for a new car. He was always there to cheer you up and make you smile on your darkest days.

As you glance at him once again, you can’t help but feel selfish in wanting to ruin your friendship. Why is it that you’ve never seen him look this fucking good in the years you’ve known him? All of his hours at the gym were surely paying off as you admire his frame peaking from beneath the slightly more form-fitting attire. You love Jungkook. He was your closest friend and best confidant despite the feelings you desperately tried to fight off. Yet all of a sudden, your mind was flashing with sinful desires of you shamelessly indulging in Jungkook as you outwardly ogle him over.

You suck in a breath as his eyes peer up from his screen, long slivers of his dark tresses hanging loosely in his face as he rakes his eyes over your body, drinking in the sight of you until he realizes that he’s staring at his best friend. “Damn, Y/N. Who are you trying to impress?”

“Shut up, JK.” You instantly become defensive, tugging at the ends of your skirt as you shimmy into the elevator, feeling the heat from the sudden close contact. What the hell was wrong with you?

You narrow your eyes as you hear a chuckle escape his lips, watching his attention return to his phone screen. “So feisty.” He shakes his head in amusement, his slight curls hanging just above those bug eyes you’ve grown to love. “I swear, someone better put you in your place one day.” He teases, peering up at you with mischief dancing behind his pupils.

You offer him a false smile as you cross your arms in front of your chest, crossing your legs as you lean your side into the elevator. “Good luck with that.” You tut back at him, completely missing the challenging glare he shoots in your direction.

Your banter is interrupted by another chime echoing from the elevator, the metal doors sliding open to reveal an extravagantly decorated hotel lobby with a towering Christmas tree center to the atrium. The spruce was decorated with hints of gold and red, festive holiday music reverberating through the space as you and Jungkook venture out into the wide lobby.

“There they are!” You make out the familiar high-pitch voice of your friend Mira, shifting your gaze to find her practically skipping towards you with her gold sequin mini dress hugging the curves of her body. “The Uber is gonna be here any minute.” She confirms before turning back to Jimin who was also awaiting your arrival.

Jimin is always the most put-together of the group, sporting a pair of black trousers with a crisp white button-up with a few of the top buttons left open to expose just the right amount of flesh. His blonde locks were slicked back, painting him as the perfect picture of a well-dressed gentleman. “Took you two long enough.” He complains as he pulls you into his side for a hug, his excitement for the evening evident on the smile stretching across his lips.

“So where exactly are we going?” You ask curiously, watching as Jungkook shoves his hands into his pockets, suddenly quieter now that he’s around a larger group of individuals in a public setting.

“This new nightclub with a rooftop terrace. I managed to score us an entry with the perks of my new job.” Mira brags as she holds up a few passes hung onto lanyards, flashing the VIP badges given to her new status as a reporter with one of the most respectable agencies in the state.

You can’t help but smile at the thought of such a lavish evening out with friends, ready to sip on some bubbly and dance the night away into the new year. “Hell yeah! Mira, did I mention that I love you?” You beam as you wrap an arm around her shoulder, leading her toward the main entrance of the hotel to await your Uber.

“You may have mentioned it once or twice.” She responds, giggling alongside you as the men follow behind, rolling their eyes at the trouble waiting to happen from allowing you both into such a carefree environment.

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After a short ride through the city, your uber pulls up to one of the larger skyscrapers in the city as you peer up at the towering infrastructure before you. You quietly follow Mira’s lead as you stick back with Jungkook and Jimin, entering an elevator that brings you up to the thirty-first floor of the building. As the doors slid open, it reveals a dimly lit hallway decorated with fiber optic detailing, mimicking a night sky as you venture down to a nightclub labeled, The Sterling.

You take in the sights as a low methodical thumping of bass music echoes down the corridor, accompanied by the distant hum of chatter. The music continues to crescendo as you approach the doors leading into the club, watching as the room expands into a multilevel club filled with neon lights and the same fiber-optic detailing of the hallway.

“Hell yeah!” Jimin hollers from over your shoulder, turning to face him as a DJ spins remixes of today's top hits. The bass continues to pound through your eardrums as an usher guides you and your entourage through the crowds toward a VIP booth located in the far corner of the space. Neon blue and silver lights shimmer around a dark navy-colored velvet booth, creating the perfect crescent shape around a black table seemingly resembling a jagged crystal pattern. You waste no time as you slip into the booth, surprised by how luxurious the velvet of the seats feels beneath your palms as you guide yourself towards the back to allow the rest of the group a space to sit.

Jungkook is quick to follow beside you as Jimin and Mira take the edges, Jimin moving quickly to gesture over a waiter to place a round of shots for your table.

“Pretty kick ass hook up, Mira,” Jungkook admits as he leans back into the booth, letting his arm come up to rest alongside the back of the velvet seats. Mira swells with pride as she clicks her tongue dramatically, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“Only the best for my crew.” She teases as she glances toward you, raising her eyebrows suggestively. “So, you two gonna dance tonight or sit on your asses as per usual?”

You peer towards Jungkook who also seems uncomfortable by the question, knowing you were both the type to sit and watch versus pulling attention to yourself. “We’ll see after a couple of rounds of alcohol.” You laugh jokingly, knowing once you have a few drinks in your system, you might get the courage to do just about anything.

Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle as a waiter delivers a tray of glowing shot glasses, the frosted chill appearance of the cups making the liquid inside appear that much more intriguing.

“To a new year filled with nothing but good ass vibes.” Jimin is the first to grab a shot glass, holding it up as he declares his good wishes for the new year.

Jungkook is second to follow, clasping a glass as he raises it to meet Jimin’s in the air. “I second that.” You and Mira nod in agreement as you each grab your respective glass, bringing it up to clink together with the others as you bring it to your lips, throwing your head back to aid in downing the burn of the alcohol as it trickles down your throat. Your face scrunches from the sensation, wishing you had a chaser as you watch Jimin easily down the liquid as if it was water.

“That’s too smooth.” Jimin chuckles as he sets his empty shot glass back on the tray. “You guys down for another?” He beams as he waves down the waiter for another round, twirling his finger in a circle.

“Jimin, are you trying to get us drunk?” You hiss, feeling a slow warmth build in your chest from your previous shot.

Jimin grins mischievously at you, “Absolutely. You’re wild when you’re drunk.” You can feel the glare Jungkook shifts in Jimin’s direction, watching as he visibly fights off his protective urges.

“I’ll get us some chasers.” Jungkook gently pushes Jimin’s shoulder to get him to stand up and allow him the space to get up from the booth.

“Weak!” Jimin challenges, to which Jungkook merely rolls his eyes as he disappears towards the bar.

Mira takes the opportunity of Jungkook’s absence to press towards you, nudging into your shoulder as she plays with the rim of her shot glass. “So Y/N, It’s almost the new year. When are you gonna tell JK that you like him?”

You feel yourself choke on your spit as you narrow your eyes towards the energetic woman sitting beside you, appalled that she just spoke those words in front of Jimin. You press your lips together, taking your clutch and swatting your hand to smack her arm with the material.

“Mira!” You’re furious. It was bad enough that she knows about your attraction to your best friend, let alone announcing it for the world to hear.

Jimin’s eyes widen at the confession, scooting in closer so that you're sandwiched between them. “Hold on, you got it hot for Jeon?” His eyes are shimmering with ill intent, a smirk tugging at his lips as you let your head hang in the palms of your hands. You feel your embarrassment swallow your pride as you visibly shrink from their questioning. Jimin lets out a loud laugh as he leans back into the velvet cushions, slamming his palm down against the table. “That’s fucking amazing!” You peer up at him, refusing to spare him from the harsh glare radiating from your pupils.

“Shut the fuck up, Park.” Your only response is to become defensive as you try and salvage whatever remains of your pride. Mira presses her thumb and index finger together as she motions across her lips as if zipping a zipper. She sits back as she watches you and Jimin.

“No, this is great. Jeon’s been pining over you since we all started hanging out.” Jimin reveals as your complexion goes pale. Did you just hear him correctly? All this time, was Jungkook also hiding his attraction to you? Jimin must be pulling your leg.

You let out an exasperated chuckle as you roll your eyes, refusing to buy into such a notion. “Yeah, okay. JK’s been with plenty of women this year.” You gently nibble on the flesh of your bottom lip as you recall the numerous one-night stands and flings Jungkook always manages to score.

Jimin tilts his head to the side, glancing at you as if you're stupid for missing the obvious. “No shit. Why do you think he didn’t seek out a relationship with any of those women?” Jimin was right. Jungkook was never one to be a fuckboy, his sweet nature made him the perfect partner for any woman. “It’s because he’s in love with you, Y/N. I just didn’t know you felt the same way.” You glance back towards the bar as Jungkook skillfully balances a few glasses within his fingers as he stares heading back towards the table. Jimin hurries away to stand back up as Jungkook makes his way back over.

You aren’t sure what to make of your recent conversation with Jimin, peering over to Mira who raises her eyebrows suggestively as Jungkook slides back towards you in the booth. You waste no time grabbing another shot, letting the alcohol help settle your rampant thoughts.

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As the evening progresses, Mira found a group of work colleagues, taking the opportunity to seek out their company for a little while as you enjoy the company of Jimin and Jungkook. A few more rounds of shots leave a happy buzz coursing through your system as you engage in conversations about your wishes for the new year and reminisce on your worst moments of the past year.

The DJ suddenly puts on a familiar tune as an electronic piano melody engulfs the club. I’m good, yeah I’m feeling alright, baby Imma have the best Fucking night of my life. Your eyes widen with excitement as you stand up from the booth, extending your hands as you open and close your palms as if trying to obtain something. “Come dance with me.” You bat your eyelashes as a pout tugs at your lips, directing your question towards Jungkook in hopes he’s had enough drinks to accompany you.

“Hell yeah, I love this song.” Jimin chugs another shot before standing up to grab your hand, eager to drag you to the dance floor. “Coming, JK?”

Jungkook lets his hands rest between his thighs as he shakes his head shyly. “Nah, I’ll watch.” He speaks quietly, perfectly content jamming out to the music from the comfort of your booth.

“His loss…” Jimin shrugs his shoulders as he whisks you away towards the crowded dance floor, pumping his fist as the beat drops, casting reverberations through the building as your ears thump with the pulse of the bass.

It doesn’t take you long to get into the song, feeling yourself bounce on your toes as you start swaying your head to the beat, flipping your hair as the song begins building back up to the anticipated beat drop. As the bass hits, you start jumping up and down alongside Jimin and the crowd around you, singing at the top of your lungs. “Baby, Imma have the best Fucking night of my life.”

Your eyes shift towards the booth, watching as Jungkook leans across the table with a goofy smile stretched across his lips at the sight of you having a blast on the dance floor. You quickly move your hand to encourage him to join you, only to watch him reluctantly shake his head. You pout momentarily until Jimin spins you around, distracting you from Jungkook’s refusal to join you.

The bright strobe of lights settles the beat and shifts to a more Latin-inspired song, changing the pace of your dancing. Jimin fearlessly snakes an arm around your waist as he pulls you closer, causing you to push your palms against your chest to keep a distance between you.

“Trust me, this will make him mad with jealousy.” He coos in your ear as you glare up at Jimin’s mischievous expression. You roll your eyes however and decide to trust him, curious if his tactics could yield any results.

Jimin presses you tight against his chest, his hands splaying across your hip and back as you effortlessly move in unison. When he steps, you follow; when he dips, you dip; when he spins, you twirl. It was as if you were fused together.

Jungkook watches you both from the booth, his jealousy festering deep within his chest as he refuses to break eye contact from your inmate dance. He knows you and Jimin are just friends, and he of all people knows Jimin’s flirtatious nature, however, the sight of you bending in his arms is causing him to gently chew against the metal of his lip piercing.

Jimin pushes you away only to pull you back in, his knee nestling between your legs as he once again dips you, but this time both of his hands latching around your waist. Your head drapes back and swings across his body as you hold his strong shoulders. You feel your cheeks flush from the rush of alcohol in your system along the heat of the crammed bodies along the dance floor.

You whip back up, panting as you catch a glimpse of Jungkook who was enraged by the flirtatious look Jimin plasters on his face. Jungkook is leaning back against the cushion of the booth, his legs spread out scandalously as he grips a shot glass, pinning you under his stare as he tilts his head back to down the liquid. You feel yourself gulp as you get caught up in the dancing and don’t seem to notice your proximity diminish with Jimin as you continue moving alongside him.

You giggle from the smooth movements of your dancing, feeling as if Jimin is effortlessly guiding you through the motions. “Who knew you were such a good dancer?” You giggle as he twirls you back around, feeling slightly dizzy from the fast movements.

“I try.” He hums happily, thankful that you allowed him the opportunity to dance without having to put up a fight. He quickly glances past you, catching the eye of a stunning woman in a shimmering maroon dress draped over her body. “Holy Shit.” He chokes as you quickly turn your body to follow his gaze.

A smirk crawls to your lips as you gently nudge him. “Come on Mr. Smooth. Go ask her to dance.” You tease, watching as Jimin wiggles his eyebrows in amusement, accepting your challenge as he rubs his palms together, smoothing a hand through his hair as he steps away toward the woman of his affection.

You sigh happily as you watch your extrovert mingle with the beautiful stranger, glad to know at least one of you has the confidence to talk to a stranger. As you turn to head back to the VIP section, you pause in your step to avoid colliding with a tall frame towering behind you. You peer up to find Jungkook’s wide stare, his eyes reflecting the shimmer of the lights in his youthful gaze. The alcohol has clearly taken its course on him as he suddenly gains the nerve to step out on the dance floor with his hand extending towards you. “May I?”

You arch an eyebrow, stunned to find that Jungkook of all people wants to share a dance with you. This was the same man you need to argue with for an hour to get him to dance at Namjoon’s wedding. You hesitantly place your hand in his as he starts leading you in the same dance style as Jimin, his attention heightens as he becomes increasingly aware of your proximity. You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks, feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach at Jungkook’s animalistic gaze. Let's just hope the next song wouldn't ruin the mood as he brings his arm around your back.

You gently continue to sway to the rest of the song until the tune changes into some synthetic instrumental music. Then the bass came to life with Doja Cat singing the lyrics of her song 'Candy.' You change the tempo of your movements to slow down to the beat, watching as Jungkook’s eyes devour the sight of your body smoothly moving to the song. Jungkook boldly pulls you closer so that you insticutally rest your arms over his shoulders as his hands rest on your upper back.

You start getting lost in the slow pulse of the song as you sway in each other's arms, your body sweltering from the proximity as Jungkook finally moves you to twirl. He lifts his arm over your head and smoothly brings your arm around his neck when you face him again. You gasp as his hands dip towards your ass, hovering just above as he looks into your eyes as if he’s staring at a forbidden lover. He leans forward which causes you to suck in a breath, his nose grazing yours affectionately. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He sighs as he takes in the smell of you, letting your sweet scent intoxicate him further as the alcohol continues to give him the courage to pursue you.

You close your eyes from the contact and sighed softly, letting yourself relax in his arms. His voice is deep and rich, churning like molasses as his vodka-laced breath ghosts against your lips. You boldly rest your head against his as you’re swept into the heat of the moment. For years you admire this man without ever knowing how he feels about you and now you’re dancing in his arms. His body was suffocating you as his arms held you against his chest, swirling your hips together slowly as you both step side to side in a gentle sway. Your bodies mold together seamlessly, Jungkook moving to dip you as he watches you beautifully bend to his ministrations, caressing your body with his gaze.

As he pulls you back up against his body, letting his head hang just above your breasts as you feel yourself shudder from his breath brushing against the seam of your collar and your neck. “Jungkook…” Your voice is a ghost of a whisper, fighting back the urge to moan as his hands move to grab your ass as he pulls you closer to him.

“Y/N, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this.” His whispers in your ear, causing another shiver to run down your spine. What the hell is happening? Jungkook is shamelessly feeling up your body and you are happy to allow him the opportunity. You know he is an attractive man, secretly lusting over your best friend for years only to have him admit sharing similar feelings to your own in a dangerously intimate setting.

“Oh my God, Jungkook..” The words scandalously escape your lips without a second thought as the DJ begins to announce the two-minute mark for the countdown to midnight. You peel yourself away from his compelling warmth, watching his eyelids droop with lust as he watches you pull away.

You feel overwhelmed, your mind swirling from the buzz of alcohol and the moisture building between your legs, quickly becoming a heated mess. “I need some fresh air.” Your eyes lock with Jungkook’s for a moment, watching as his bright eyes flash with worry as you begin to step back from his intense presence.

Your eyes shift around the club, feeling dizzy from the strobe lights and the crowd engulfing the dance floor around you. You quickly push your way through the multitude of bodies, letting your heels click against the dance floor as you seek out the staircase. Why were you running away? Jungkook finally admits to thinking of you as anything other than a friend and you’re leaving him high and dry. Your wildest dreams are coming true yet here you are practically sprinting up the staircase to seek out the rooftop terrace above.

By the time you make it outside, you hear a crowd of partygoers hollering as the countdown to the new year rapidly approaches. Your eyes skim your surroundings, feeling the chill of the winter air nip at your skin, the wind feeling vastly colder given you are thirty-two stories up in the air.

10!

You feel the world around you slow down as you push past a few people, seeking out a small space close to the edge of the rooftop terrace, eager to grasp onto the railing to peer into the dark ambiance of the city below.

9!

Your mind flashes back to your steamy dance with Jungkook, still feeling the way his hands grasp at your body, haunting your memory.

8!

A breeze of cool wind causes your cheeks to tingle from the cold, letting out a breath as a puff of vapor escapes your mouth.

7!

You begin to wonder what Jungkook must be thinking after you blatantly left him on the dance floor.

6!

You start to feel like such an idiot. Why would you leave him standing by himself as the year came to a close?

5!

You close your eyes, desperate to relieve the pounding headache crippling your thoughts as you hang onto the handrail for support.

4!

You feel the warmth of a hand pressing against your back, causing your eyes to snap open as you spin yourself around.

3!

Jungkook is standing before you analyzing your every move as you feel yourself shrink beneath his stare.

2!

You can feel your heart pummeling against your ribcage, certain that Jungkook is standing close enough to hear as you melt under his gaze.

1!

Jungkook brings his hand up to wrap behind your neck, pulling you closer to him as his eyes pierce into your soul with a look of complete admiration. He wastes not a single moment as he snakes an arm behind your back, guiding you into him.

Happy New Year!

You feel your lips collide with Jungkook’s as he swallows the small gasp that leaves your lips. You close your eyes as his lips mold over your mouth, the cold sensation of his lip piercing pressing against your bottom lip as his tongue flirts against the seam of your lips. You shamelessly let out a moan of satisfaction, bringing your arms to wrap around his neck as you melt into his embrace.

You soon become a mixture of tongue and teeth as loud explosions of fireworks burst around you, cheers and screams of joy become muffled by the haze of affection Jungkook has you pinned under as he groans deep within his throat. You grasp at the edges of his bomber jacket, pulling him closer to you as you finally submit to your feelings, allowing yourself to peacefully drift into the sensory experience that is Jeon Jungkook.

He finally allows you the opportunity to breathe as he pulls away, relaxing his hold on you, a sea of glitter and confetti pouring down on the pair of you. The moment feels like pure euphoria as his bright eyes admire the way the glitter sprinkles itself through your strands, moving his hand up to smooth his palm over your hair.

“Happy New Year, Y/N.” His voice is a mixture of desire and admiration, his cheesy smile gracing his lips as he dips down to place another kiss on your lips. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to escalate into another display of your pent-up affection, both of you finally giving in to your secret desires for the other.

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Your hotel door swings open on its hinges, unapologetically slamming into the wall as Jungkook carries you into your hotel room, your legs snug around his waist as his large hands hold your ass in place. You hear a groan fester in his throat as you thrust your hips forward, grinding against his hardening length as you desperately reach out to push the door close. Your head hangs back as your mouth parts open, feeling Jungkook’s lips trail down your jawbone as he gently sucks against your complexion, sending you crawling out of our skin.

“Shit, Jungkook.” You let out a drawn-out moan as he parades you through your hotel room, dropping you from his grasp as you reach the section of space nestled between the floor-length windows overlooking the city and a sofa armchair. Your legs weakly allow you to stand before him, your lips are swollen from his affection as you watch him peel away his bomber jacket, tossing it to the side without care to reveal the stunning display of ink up his arm.

You tuck your bottom lip into your teeth as you gently gnaw on the flesh as his stare darkens as he steps towards you. “Y/N, Do you want this?” He warns you as he menacingly takes slow steps towards you, watching as you instinctually step back. You weakly nod, gulping back your arousal as Jungkook slides his hands underneath the fur vest adorning your shoulder, letting it slide off your frame. “Then why are your clothes still on?” He huffs as he continues to press toward you, causing you to fall back onto the side of the armchair.

You blink as you find your legs hanging above the arm of the sofa, watching as Jungkook quickly grabs hold of your boot, his fingers meticulously tugging at the zipper to reveal your thighs beneath the fabric. Your mind can’t keep up with how fast Jungkook is undressing you, your boots decorating the hotel floor as he moves his attention to the waistband of your skirt.

You press up on your elbows, thrusting your hips up to aid him in sliding the sequin fabric from your hips, revealing a black and purple lace lingerie set beneath your clothing. You watch his expression morph, his features scrunching together as if the view physically hurts him, his teeth biting down around his lip piercing. “Fuck Y/N. You’re so perfect.” His voice is laced with desperation as he grabs your arms to guide you back up until you're sitting on the arm of the chair. He lets his hands crawl up your abdomen as he pushes up the fabric of your sweater, tossing it away as his eyes devour the sight of your bra perfectly accentuating your breasts.

It’s as if the sight causes him to drop to his knees, guiding your legs on either side of his shoulders as his head nestles directly between your legs. It’s a sinful view, watching as he lecherously licks his lips, his hands grabbing at your thighs as he places feathered kisses on your inner thigh.

“Jungkook.” His name is like a sigh falling from your lips which only causes him to smirk against the skin of your thigh as you feel him press your legs open. “I want you so fucking bad.” You moan, feeling his breath flirt with your intimacy as his fingers push their way beneath the edges of your panties.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll give it to you good.” He promises as he tugs down the lace fabric, his eyes glimmering with need as he consumes the sight of your swollen pussy already dripping with the need for him. “Such a needy little slut for me.” He hisses under his breath as he trails his tattooed finger up your folds, leaving you shamelessly watching from your perch. You press your knees to your stomach, desperate to continue watching your pornographic view of Jungkook pressing his fingers into your center.

“Fuck.” You moan as your head falls back in pleasure, feeling a glorious stretch pull at your velvet walls as Jungkook begins to set a slow taunting pace with his middle and pointer finger. You weakly bring yourself to glance back at your scandalous view, feeling as if you could combust at the sight of Jungkook leaning forward to capture your clit with his lips, sucking and flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud as a loud moan echos throughout your hotel room.

Your sweet moans only encourage Jungkook, his tongue gently circling your bud as he slips in another finger, groaning against your core which has you crawling out of your skin as you helplessly claw at the fabric of the armchair.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna cum…” You warn as you latch a palm over your mouth in an attempt to conceal your moans from possibly disturbing the hotel goers next door.

Jungkook pulls his mouth about from your labia, causing you to shiver as the cold air contrasts with the warmth of his mouth. He slides his fingers from your center, leaving you short of your orgasm. “What?” You ask as you drop your hand from your mouth, lost in a daze as you try to keep up with his actions.

“I want people to know I’m fucking my girl.” His voice is stern and deep as he pulls you from the couch, moving to press your back against the floor-length windows of your hotel room. You watch as he pulls off his shirt, letting it join your clothes that decorate the hotel floor as he kicks off his boots, his hands working to unfasten his belt.

You feel your cheeks blush crimson as you replay his words fucking my girl over and over in your head. Before you could focus on much else, he is tugging down the fabric of his shorts and boxers, allowing his hardened cock to spring free from its confinements. Your eyes become wide at the sight of him, never imagining he would be so big. You feel your body swelter in need as he moves to crash his lips to yours.

Before you can properly catch your breath, he turns you to press your stomach against the glass, latching his hands on your waist before smacking his palm against the expanse of your ass. You yelp in surprise, the sting only adding to the moisture building between your legs as Jungkook presses the tip of your cock to tease your opening from behind.

“What if people can see us?” You suddenly focus on the fact that there is no curtain shielding the sight of your bodies from the world below, gasping as Jungkook pushes forward to slide his dick unapologetically into your velvet walls.

Your eyes roll back as you feel wonderfully full, shutting your eyes tightly as you feel Jungkook begin to pull himself out only to stroke back in with a little more force. You can’t help but let out a moan as your cheek presses into the glass, your moan causing your hot breath to fog up the glass from the cold air outside. Jungkook moves to capture your wrists in his hands, pinning them to the window as you become splendidly sprawled out for others to witness you getting fuck from your hotel window. Luckily the height of the building conceals you from the patrons on the street below, however, you were explicitly displayed for others to witness from their balconies or adjacent windows.

“Oh my God…” You pant, feeling yourself press into the cold glass with each delicious thrust Jungkook fucks into you.

He groans constantly as he becomes rather ruthless with the pounding of his hips, singing your praise as you take his dick like a champion. “Shit, Y/N. You take my dick so good.” Your walls constrict his cock tightly as he continues to bulldoze his way into you, feeling your orgasm rapidly building as he releases his hold on one of your wrists to snake his hand down your front to mercilessly rub your clit until you're convulsing around him.

Your moan escapes as a scream, feeling yourself gush around him, shuddering as he groans deeply in your ear. He hisses as he continues to fuck into you as you ride out your orgasm. “That’s it, Y/N. Show everyone how good I fuck you.”

“Since when are you so confident, Jeon?” You tease, blissed out from your orgasm as your mind spins from Jungkook’s dirty talk. Is this the same man who was scared to dance in front of a crowd? You remember the buzz of alcohol giving Jungkook the much-needed confidence to act in such ways, knowing you just have to give him a hard time about it. “Weren’t you afraid to dance with me just a couple of hours ago?” You look over your shoulder to offer him a challenging gaze, watching as his eyes darken.

He pulls out of you as he turns you back around to drown you in another soul-sucking kiss, loving how flush your features are from his treatment. He pulls back, locking you in his stare. Within seconds he’s guiding you back to the armchair, bending you back over the arm as your stomach presses into the seat cushion. You feel the flesh of your ass jiggle as another stinging slap is delivered to your plump flesh, Jungkook groaning at the way your body moves under his love tap.

It isn’t long until you feel a tight pressure against your core, Jungkook unforgivingly pounding himself back into you which has you gripping the opposite arm of the chair. He leans forward so that his bare chest is leaning against your back, gripping his hand through your hair as he gently tugs back to lift your head towards his. “I told you, Y/N. One day someone would put you in your place.” He whispers in your ear, smiling against your earlobe as he fucks you full of his cock. “Now your place is under me, taking my dick like a good little slut.”

You feel a second orgasm quickly approaching as Jungkook treats you like his own personal whore, wanting nothing more than to feel his cum seep into you as he fucks it deeper into your cervix.

“Jungkook, I need you to cum.” You beg shamelessly, feeling your knuckles go white as your pussy pulses around his girth.

“God, Y/N. I fucking love this.” He groans as you feel the tight band in your stomach snap once again, feeling completely spent from yet another toe-curling orgasm as Jungkook continues to fuck you through it. You groan from the overstimulation as Jungkook hammers into you. “Hang on, Y/N. I’m cumming.” He hisses through his teeth as you feel him shoot ropes of hot cum, leaving you a mess sprawled out on the sofa while he fucks his seed deeper into you.

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The bright beams of the early morning sun reflect in your eyes as you stir about your bed, feeling the buttery soft sheets against your naked skin. You stretch out your arms as a yawn rakes over your body, feeling pleasantly rested as you pry your eyes open. You bring your hands up to your face, gently rubbing your eyes as you glance around the room, sitting up with a gasp as flashes of the previous night course through your memory.

You glance down at your body, noticing your clothes were still spread about the hotel room, glancing around to see if Jungkook was still anywhere in sight. You hang your head into your palms as you fight off a slight headache, knowing the alcohol was fully responsible.

“Morning, Y/N.” You gasp in surprise as you pluck your head from your hands, glancing up to catch sight of Jungkook walking out of the bathroom with a towel hung around his waist. You pause as your eyes glance over his wonderfully sculpted body, admiring it better now that the haze from the alcohol isn’t clouding your memory.

“Morning.” You hum, watching as Jungkook effortlessly crawls back into bed, moving closer to you as he confidently presses a kiss to your lips. You feel yourself melt from the mixture of warmth and cool caused by his piercing, which Jungkook also apparently catches onto. He lets a chuckle escape his lips as he pulls back to smooth over some of your flyaway strands of hair.

“Did you sleep well?” He hums as he shifts to his side, pressing up on his tattooed arm to keep himself upright to face you.

You watch him closely, nodding your head as you mull over the reality of the previous evening. You and Jungkook shared your affections towards one another which lead to a steamy fuck session in your hotel room. He could’ve been long gone by now, however, here he was looking devilishly handsome as he shares your bed.

“Did you?” You raise a brow in curiosity as Jungkook’s bunny smile returns to his lips.

He lays back onto the bed, moving his arms up behind his head, using them as a support as his eyes find the ceiling of your hotel room. “Yesterday was amazing.” He admits shyly, refusing to find your gaze as he places his heart out on his sleeve.

You can’t fight off the smile that invades your lips, moving to straddle on top of him which takes him by complete surprise. He removes his arms from behind his hand, moving them to gently hold your sides as your hair falls on either side of his head.

“I guess you know my secret now.” You tease as you bravely lean forward to press a kiss to his mouth. He groans at your actions, wrapping his arms around you before rolling over to pin you beneath him.

He moves his lips to trace your neck, pressing gentle kisses along your collarbone before looking back up at you with a lustful gaze. “I have a feeling this year’s gonna be the best.”

You pause as you tilt your head in curiosity, wondering why he would think such a thing. “Why do you say that?”

“Because I have you.” He adds with a gummy smile, chuckling softly as he presses you into the mattress smothering you in his affection as you happily let yourself drift into his overwhelming presence, feeling utterly giddy and turned on all at once.

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I got a little side tracked but here I am.

You’ve been teasing him all night with flirty remarks and lingering touches and he hates how easily you get to him. The evening passes in a blur and before he knows it he’s got his coat in his lap and the bar is closed for the night, everyone had been told to leave and he’d watched you exit with a group of friends about thirty minutes ago so he knows he’s going to have to get home as soon as possible so he can stroke his aching cock to the image of you in that too short dress that just barely covered the curve of your ass while it’s fresh in his mind.

Bouncer Steve doesn’t expect to see you waltzing back up without your friends to ask him if you can check for the coat you’d brought in with you, of course he says yes and lets you into the empty bar. The lights are dimmer, everything is put away and Eddie is long gone so there’s no one to complain as you leisurely walk around looking for a coat you absolutely didn’t bring all so you could flirt with the cute bright eyed bouncer who’s chewing on something that smells like cinnamon. It doesn’t take Steve long to catch onto your game and he has you crowded again the bar counter in no time, his lips on yours and the taste of big red heavy on his tongue.

Eager hands are quick to guide you behind the bar and strip you of the sequined dress you’d had on, his lips are slick with spit from the sloppy make out and leave a trail of warm wet kisses that give you a chill as they cool in the open air. The moment your bra is unhooked and your panties had been tossed over his shoulders you reach to undress him too, dying to see the what was under the zipper that had been grinding against you for the better part of the last ten minutes, you have no complaints when instead he begins to litter your skin with kisses that trail done to your soaked entrance.

It catches you by surprise when you hear a fridge opening and before you even have time to open your eyes and process what’s going on you hear a hissing noise and feel a cool sensation being spread across your stomach. The cold barely has anytime to kick in before a broad tongue licks warm flat stripes through the whip cream you can now see on your skin,his teeth nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin once its clean.

“You’ve had me feeling like this all night.” It turns out Steve has quite the sweet tooth and soon your breasts, neck and thighs are covered in teeth marks, hickies and a sticky spit and sugar mixture, your legs want to give out on you and you’re already so overstimulated by time he’s licking his lips after eating the last of the sweet treat from your skin but your insides feels like they’re burning and the only thing that will fix it is more, more touch, more mess, more of him.

Eddie might be annoyed when he goes in the next day to find an empty jar of maraschino cherries and a warm canister of mostly empty whip cream but you leave content with Steve’s arm around your shoulder and his cum dripping down your legs because neither of you know where your panties went.

Eddie totally just assumes Steve had a snack ~~hopefully Steve finds your panties first~~

like I knew this was gonna get me worked up when you texted me pastel; but MY GOD. YOU ARE OUT FOR BLOOD TODAY!!! 😩😩😩 him eating whip cream off our body?? after we’d been teasing him all night? this is it for me. Good bye tumblr, i’m dead and it’s Pastel’s fault.