#small men with big arms in tank tops is my kink

[thirstyvampyr]

Mikhailo Aleksandr Milkovich, the light of my life

[yelenasdiary]

Subby!bottom!Nat getting a nipple piercing just for R as her birthday present to her. But, the healing process is at least 2 weeks long so Nat always rejects R's advances for steamy sessions cuz it's painful/not allowed and she wants to keep it a secret until finally on the day of R's birthday Nat reveals her big present and R can't stop herself from sucking her titties. Bonus points if you can add in a scene where R tries to cup Nat's tits in one morning when they're cuddling but Nat moans as it hurts and tries to cover it up. (Thankyou for your work, you're amazing)

Happy Birthday!

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Summary: Nat has painfully been trying to keep your birthday present a surprise. 

Smut 18+ ONLY! Minors & Men, DNI!!

Translations: Detka (baby)

Warnings: Sub! Natasha, Nipple Play (N Receiving), Slight Thigh Riding, Mommy Kink, Tiny Degradation, | 1.3K

AC: Thank you for sending this!! I hope you enjoy it!!

"All done!" The piercer smiled as they took a step back to make sure the bars were sitting perfectly. "Just be careful with towels, still wear a bra and no sexual activity in that area for at least 2-4 weeks" she added as Natasha put her favorite oversized tee back on. "Thank you, I love them" the red head smiled. 

Nat had been planning this for months, she wanted to surprise you for your birthday but didn't think ahead of how hard she'd have to keep the secret. It's no secret that you're a lover of her breasts, especially when she's wearing one of her tight tank tops making them sit perfectly. She loved to tease you and would often wear a bra that was a little too small, making them almost spill out of her top, driving you crazy. 

It's been two weeks since Nat got her nipples pierced but still felt they were rather sensitive and sore. She was glad that she'd planned this months in advance, your birthday was only a week away which gave her a little more time for the piercings to heal. It wasn't easy though, trying to keep you from hiding out. She was beginning to run out of excuses to kindly avoid any sexual activities between the two of you, so she ended up taking a small trip to Ohio to catch up with Alexie and Melina. 

Nat got back a few days before your birthday and of course you'd missed her. The birds chirped outside the small window of your shared bedroom at the Avengers compound. You rolled over to see Nat reaching for her alarm, given that you missed her so much, you wanted a little extra time in bed before starting the day. Naturally, you dropped an arm over her hip and pulled her closer into you. 

"Good morning" you spoke softly as you placed a kiss on the back of her neck, your hands making their way to cup her breast. "Good morning" Nat smiled, forgetting for a second about her new piercings. Her hands were full of her tits for a split second before Nat moaned with need. You gave them a light squeeze, not thinking twice about why she was wearing a bra to bed, she never wore a bra to bed. She moaned once more before she caught her bottom lip between her teeth to keep the pain from alerting you. 

"God, I've missed you" you whispered, placing another kiss on the back of her neck. Nat playfully chuckled, "I've missed you too, but I can't miss training detka, we'll do this later" she replied as she gently removed your hands from her breasts and sat up, running her fingers through her hair before throwing it up in a messy bun. 

You didn't question her excuse, but it definitely confused you, Nat was always one for a little morning fun before her morning shower. "Is everything okay baby?" You asked, sitting up. 

Natasha nodded, "of course, I've just a busy day today and tomorrow I've got a few errands to run" she replied before leaning over and kissing you softly, "and the quicker I get everything done, the more free time you and I have" she added. 

"I told you not to make a fuss about my birthday" you reminded her. 

"I know detka, but you know how much Wanda loves to get everybody together to celebrate things" Nat replied before slipping out of bed. She had a point, even though you'd said a million times that you didn't want a party or anything, Wanda still made sure there would be some kind of celebration. "I'll see you later tonight" Nat smiled before disappearing into the bathroom. 

----

A playlist of your favorite music played in the background under all the chit chatter from the others. The classic birthday song was sung as you blew out your candles, games were played before everybody was just enjoying a drink and talking among one another. You were sat on the sofa enjoying your drink when Nat came and sat beside you. 

"Come up stairs, I have a surprise for you" she whispered in your ear. You bit your bottom lip as you watched her stand up, getting a great look of the dress she was wearing that hugged her figure perfectly. She reached a hand out for you to take gracefully before she led the two of you back to your shared bedroom. 

Once Nat closed the door behind you, she locked it and made you take a seat on the small sofa. Your eyes were glued to her body, the way her dress rode up her thighs slightly and her tits basically begging to be let free. She straddled your waist, letting your hands land on her hips. "I've wanted to tear this dress off you all night" you spoke as you pulled the bottom of her dress over her arse to see she wasn't wearing any panties. "No panties huh?" You looked up at her. 

Nat kissed you deeply while she worked her arms out of the straps of her dress. "Are you ready for your surprise mommy?" She asked, biting her bottom lip. You nodded, running your tongue over your lips. Natasha slowly pulled down her dress and unclasped her bra and throwing it to the floor. Your eyes were met with the small silver daggers running through her nipples, your mouth watered at the sight. 

"Fuck baby! Is this why you've been avoiding me?" you asked, cupping her tits to get a better look. 

"Mhm, they need weeks to heal, do you like them" the red head replied as she watched the way you groped at her tits. 

"Like them? I fucking love them" you said before attaching your lips to her left nipple. Nat moaned at the unexpected attack on her breast, her nipples still rather sensitive only made her pussy throb as your tongue flicked over her nipple and sucked lightly. 

You released her nipple with a pop before giving her right nipple the same attention. Natasha could barely help herself, the way you bit and tugged on her tits made her rock her hips against your thigh. Rubbing her wet, exposed pussy on your outfit. "F-fuck" she moaned as you released her breast once more. 

"Don't stop mommy, please" Nat begged, rocking back and forth against your thigh. 

"Is my dirty girl needy for me now huh? After weeks of avoiding me, I can feel how soaked your pussy is darling" you replied, gripping her hips and making her stop her actions, "You're not cumming like this" you looked up at her, "keep still and let mommy have some fun" you added before taking her nipple back into your mouth. 

Natasha's moans filled the room, your hands still on her hips to keep her from grinding against you. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed while you twerked, bit and sucked on her nipples even leaving hickies in the valley of her breasts. 

"M-mommy!" Natasha moaned. You could feel just how soaked your girlfriend was, she was beginning to squirm in your hold while her clit throbbed with need to be touched. "I-I'm g'nna cum!" She added with another moan. You released her right nipple from your lips and brought your fingers to both of them. You pulled harshly on them, sending Natasha over the edge as she moaned your name while you rolled her nipples between your fingers. 

Natasha looked at you with red cheeks, "Happy Birthday mommy" she smirked before kissing you deeply once more. You stood up with Nat still wrapped around your waist before you placed her gently on the bed, "I think you can make a bigger mess, don't you?" You smirked before attacking her left nipple once more with your lips.

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[lackyghost]

The three people in the room all stare at one another in silence, nothing but the sound of the other people in the UA University dormitory in the background.

The room belongs to Utsushimi Camie, who is seated on the left side of her bed, wearing bright pink booty shorts and a thin white tank top that’s nearly see through. Her thick, smirking lips are painted in bright red, dark mascara lines her big brown eyes, and her long blonde hair is up in a stylishly messy bun.

Standing at the foot of the right side of the bed is Bakugou Katsuki. He’s 172cm of densely muscled man, with an explosion of pale blonde spikes atop his head, angular scarlet eyes, and lips twisted up in a scowl. His black t-shirt clings to his thick biceps, the white skull on the front plastered to his plush pecs, while his loose jeans adequately hide his toned ass and legs.

Standing across from him, at the opposite end of the bed, is Todoroki Touya. He’s 180cm, slender but strong, with dyed black hair in spikes similar to the blonde’s. His eyes are turquoise, his face full of silver piercings, and his arms are covered in tattoos where they protrude from beneath his t-shirt. His skinny jeans are full of rips, barely clinging on to his thick thighs, the muscle straining against the material.

“So,” Camie says, but both men continue to glare at one another. “I know you guys are like, totes enemies or whatevs, but I thought it’d be fun if we all had some fun together.”

Touya and Katsuki’s faces contort into matching looks of disgust as they turn to give the woman bewildered looks.

Both men are infamous across campus for hating one another. They always manage to get under each other’s skin, push the other’s buttons in every possible way.

They’re also two of the hottest guys currently attending UA, and are known for sleeping around. Guys, girls, doesn’t matter as long as they can get their dicks wet.

This is something Camie is fully aware of, and hopes to take advantage of. If she can convince both of these guys to fuck her together, she will be a legend.

“That’s why you fucking texted me?” Katsuki says, incredulous.

“There’s not a fucking chance of that happening,” Touya says flatly.

“His dick ain’t getting anywhere near me,” Katsuki says, crossing his arms.

“Oh, we finally agree on something, doll,” Touya drawls.

“How about this,” Camie says, pouting and leaning back, arching her spine to push her plump tits up. “You guys kiss, and whoever keeps going the longest without losing wins and gets to fuck me in whatever position they want.”

Touya hums. “Are kinks on the table?”

“I’ll consider them, I don’t have many hard no’s,” Camie says, winking at him.

“Not fucking worth it,” Katsuki says, rolling his eyes as he turns for the door.

But Touya couldn’t possibly miss an opportunity to mess with the blonde, so he lets out a small condescending laugh, which has Katsuki tensing and looking over his shoulder.

“I didn’t think you’d give up so easily,” Touya says, smirking devilishly.

Katsuki scoffs harshly. “There isn’t a force on this fucking planet that would make me wanna kiss you.”

“Trust me, the feeling’s mutual, doll,” Touya says, scrunching his nose up as he eyes the blonde. “But I’m not one to back down from a challenge. Kinda disappointing to know you give up so easy.”

Touya cocks his head to the side, raising a brow. “Thought you were the best.”

“Fuck off!” Katsuki snaps furiously, spinning around. “Fine!”

He storms up to the tattooed man, and then comes to a stop. Both of them grimace again, neither wanting to do this with the other. They’re too similar, constantly butting heads.

But now Katsuki’s drive is up and his nostrils flare. “I’m a better fucking kisser.”

“We’ll see,” Touya drawls, rolling his eyes.

They lean in, hesitating before closing the distance, pressing their lips together.

There’s a spark ignited, a small one, that has them both raising their hands. Touya grabs Katsuki’s waist and cheek while the blonde brings both up to card through the man’s soft hair.

Katsuki licks Touya’s lips and he opens up, gliding his tongue piercing along the roof of Katsuki’s mouth, and the blonde clamps down on the muscle, sucking on it. Touya groans at the feeling, his fingers digging into Katsuki’s skin.

When they part for air, it’s only to gasp quickly before diving back in, their movements growing more heated and desperate.

Touya bites on Katsuki’s lower lip and the man moans, rolling his hips up, rubbing their steadily hardening cocks together. Touya’s hands slap down on the man’s ass, tugging their crotches together, hissing at the contact.

Camie’s eyes are bright as she watches, certain that she’s going to finally get what she wants. She doesn’t really even care how; only wants the boost to her reputation.

Katsuki roughly shoves Touya to the empty half of the bed, climbing up to straddle his hips, grinding down against him as he sucks his lower lip into his mouth. He bites hard, and Touya moans, reaching down to unzip Katsuki’s jeans.

Touya shoves the material down enough for him to grope the man’s ass, kneading the soft flesh. He slides one hand down his crack, circling his hole and making the blonde groan.

Katsuki, having been in this room once before when he fucked Camie some months ago, reaches up to her headboard to grab her lube. He drops the bottle on Touya’s chest and kisses him hard again.

“You are going to open me up and then fuck me,” Katsuki says.

“And you are going to fucking scream,” Touya adds.

They both move to the edge of the bed, ripping their clothes off and tossing the items to the floor, not giving a single fuck. Katsuki flops down on the bed, pulling Touya down on him as the man struggles to get his left foot free of his skinny jeans.

Katsuki tugs him down to kiss him hard and Touya groans, squirming until he’s finally able to fully kick his pants off. He dumps some lube on his hand, not caring that some falls onto the floral pink blanket under them.

He roughly jams two fingers into Katsuki’s ass and the blonde groans at the stretch, rocking against the man’s digits. Touya starts sucking along his neck, nipping at his flesh, laving the man’s pale skin with little bruises.

Camie leans over, trying to push Touya back so she can get in on the action, but both he and Katsuki raise a hand to shove her away. She gawks at them, not sure what to do as she watches Touya add a third finger to his thrusting.

Deciding the man is ready enough, Touya pulls his fingers free and reaches for the box of condoms, knowing where they are as he has also fucked Camie once before.

He rips into the foil and rolls it down his cock, dumping some lube on over it. He grips Katsuki’s ass, parting his cheeks to line himself up. His dick barely kisses his hole for a moment before he slams up into him, immediately setting a brutal pace.

Katsuki screams, reaching up for Touya, snaking his hands under the man’s arms, gripping the backs of his shoulders to pull him in for another kiss. He drags his nails down Touya’s back, marking him up, making him moan loudly, loving the mixture of pain and pleasure.

“This isn’t what I wanted!” Camie screams, but both men completely ignore her.

Touya grips Katsuki’s thighs, pushing them up, sinking in deeper as he continues ramming into him. The headboard slams loudly against the wall with each thrust, a few things falling to the floor as he pounds into Katsuki repeatedly.

Katsuki clenches around him, feeling his edge right there, and Touya reaches down to roughly jerk his cock, sending him over the edge with another scream. Touya curses loudly, leaning down to bite into Katsuki’s shoulder as he cums, hips slapping harshly against his ass as he fills the condom.

It feels like he cums for ages, but when he’s done, he’s still rock hard, more turned on than he’s ever been in his entire fucking life. He pulls out, tugging the condom off and throwing it carelessly to the side.

It lands on Camie’s lap, making her shriek and jump off the bed.

Touya just grabs another, ripping it open, the foil falling from his lube-slicked fingers. He nearly ruins the condom in his haste to roll it on, and he doesn’t waste time with more lube before he rams back into Katsuki’s hole.

The blonde cries out, swatting Touya’s shoulder. “Fucking stop for a second!”

Touya complies, pulling out, making an annoyed growl in the back of his throat as he shifts back so Katsuki can sit up.

Camie steps back up to the bed, certain she’s finally going to be involved. She watches eagerly as Katsuki harshly tugs Touya around until he’s leaning up against the headboard. She licks her lips, wondering if she’s going to get sandwiched or maybe double penetrated.

But then Katsuki climbs on top of Touya, grips the tattooed man’s dick to steady him, and drops down, spearing himself harshly.

He sets his own rough pace, his own cock already leaking again as he grinds down with each slap down against Touya. The tattooed man’s hands fly up to his ass, helping slam him down harder as he bites on his lower lip.

“Seriously!?” Camie shouts.

She’s ignored again and she stomps her foot angrily before turning and storming out of her own room, slamming the door shut behind her, heading to get the RA.

Katsuki continues bouncing on the thick cock inside him, moaning and panting into the kiss, delighted by the metallic tinge of blood from their multiple bites. He licks across Touya’s jaw to his neck, where he starts sucking his own marks into the man’s skin.

The door slams open again and a squeaked, “Kacchan!” doesn’t gather any sort of response.

The door shuts again a moment later, not that either of the two give a fuck.

Katsuki harshly bites on Touya’s shoulder, and the moan the man lets out tips him over the edge, completely untouched. He clenches around the man’s dick as his own shoots out streams of cum between them.

Touya continues fucking up into him for another minute until the band of pleasure snaps, feeling like he might black out from how hard he cums.

Katsuki barely manages to move up to claim Touya’s lips again, clenching lightly around the man’s cock, both riding out their bliss with slower movements. It’s like they’ve finally scratched an itch they’ve never fully been able to reach before.

Katsuki pulls up off him after a long moment, and Touya tugs  the condom off, chucking it onto the floor without a care. He grabs a sweater from the nightstand and uses it to wipe the cum from them both and then he slumps back, letting out a whooshed exhale.

“Fuck, I’m tired,” Touya says.

“Shit, me too,” Katsuki says, snickering as he moves under the blankets.

Touya follows suit, wiggling until he’s comfortable. He rolls up against Katsuki, wrapping an arm around the man’s middle. The blonde rolls his eyes, but tangles their legs together.

They’re both sweaty and disgusting, but they’re so exhausted that they fall asleep within minutes.

—

Camie makes her way back to her dorm room, finally done filing her complaint with RA Midoriya. The man had been incredibly helpful in showing her how to file it, being very thorough. But it had taken nearly two hours and now it’s late and she’s both horny and pissed off.

She shoves her door open and flips her light on, freezing for a second when she sees Katsuki and Touya sleeping in her bed.

She grits her teeth furiously and slams her door shut, waking them up. Both sets of eyes turn to her, identical levels of annoyance on their faces.

“Can you shut the fuck up?” Katsuki says.

“We were trying to fucking sleep,” Touya says.

“Get the fuck out of my room!” Camie screams, face red.

Katsuki groans, but untangles from Touya, both of them climbing off the bed. Katsuki winces when he bends over and Touya snickers, earning a swat upside the head from the blonde.

“Hey, doll, you wanna go get dinner and sleep over at my place?” Touya suggests.

“Fine,” Katsuki says. “But I’m getting us breakfast.”

“Are you two fucking kidding?” Camie says, eyes bulging as she gawks at them. “Are you assholes dating now? Fucking seriously?”

Katsuki and Touya just look at one another for a long moment as they finish doing up their jeans. After a moment, they both shrug.

“Works for me,” Katsuki says.

“Sounds good,” Touya says.

They both head for the door, ignoring Camie’s furious screaming behind them.

[voiddrop]

Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW) for TASM Peter Parker.

Well since you requested a full alphabet for this man, I simply must comply. My love for Peter demands as much.

NSFW Alphabet for Peter Parker (TASM)

Tags: 18+ please, NSFW (obviously), talks about sex, talks about cum, discussion of kinks, just avoid this if you don’t like smut.

gif from peterthepark

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Peter is a giver first and foremost, which means even if he barely has any time, he will do everything he can to make sure you’re okay and looked after. He cleans you up, brings you water, makes sure you’re okay and comfortable. If he doesn’t have to rush out on patrol, he spends that time just holding you, tracing patterns against your skin and letting you listen to his heartbeat. If he does have to go, he still takes the time to clean you up and tuck you in, pressing kisses to your forehead and promising to be back soon.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, Peter really likes his arms. He likes them because he knows how much you like them, he knows how you stare whenever he wears that black tank top that hugs him tightly and makes his arms and back look so toned. It strokes his ego because there was a time when he was skinny, nerdy Peter Parker that girls didn’t look twice at; and while he doesn’t need girls to look at him now, because he has you, he still likes knowing that he’s not just a ‘skinny nerd’ anymore. Even if you’ve told him that even as a skinny nerd, you absolutely would’ve let him fuck you behind the bleachers.

On you, he loves your thighs. Doesn’t matter if you have small thighs, he likes how big his hands look on them; and if you have thick thighs, he loves how they fill his palms, fingers digging into the skin. He especially loves holding them open as he fucks you, tilting his head down to watch his cock disappear inside you, and then keeping them pinned open to watch his cum gush out of you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Peter cums a lot and he definitely prefers cumming inside. He likes pressing close to you, buried to the hilt, groaning against your mouth or throat as he empties himself. Then he likes to pull away and push open your thighs so he can watch his cum ooze out of you. It never fails to get him railed up enough for another round, where he can finger his cum back into you before sliding right back inside to fuck you into the mattress again.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Peter has a slight pain kink, which when mixed with how touch starved he is, and his constant burning need to feel wanted, means that patching him up can lead to some... interesting situations. He really likes it when you take care of him. He likes watching you as you gently, so fucking gently, wipe away the blood and carefully stitch him up. Something about having your focus entirely on him when he’s like that makes him stir in his pants.

The first time you caught him he was incredibly embarrassed, but now its just part of the healing process. You patch him up, murmuring affirmations and praise that get him panting and needy, then ride him so fucking slowly it makes his head spin. He’s a breathless mess by the time he cums, clinging to you and letting praise pour from his lips.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Peter has some experience. There were some girls he took pity on Peter in high school, and of course his relationship with Gwen, which means he knows his way around another person. He didn’t really bother with sex in college, not until he met you, but there were a few drunken one night stands with men and women just to fuck out his anger at the world. He’s not clueless and he’s damn good with his fingers. Not to mention his love for science and finding answers means that he’s more than capable of working you open until he knows exactly how to take you apart.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He likes mating press, he likes being able to see your face, having you pressed under him, taking everything he gives you as he fucks you hard, and fast; but he also likes having you ride him, likes holding your hips and guiding you to rock and bounce on his cock. Whether he’s laid back or sitting up so he can kiss you, he goes crazy for how you rock your hips on him. And when you’re too tired to keep going, getting to bounce you on him as he pistons up into you is such a huge turn on.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Peter’s a pretty goofy individual in general. I feel like he can be serious, after a rough patrol when all he wants is to feel you, be close to you, kiss you. Those are the nights he’s serious. He fucks you slow and deep, face focused, mouthing at your skin as he whispers how much you mean to him against you in reverence until you’re both trembling.

Other days he’ll bite at your cheek just to hear you laugh, he’ll tickle along your sides to make you squirm under him. He grins down at you as he makes stupid quips in such a cocky tone you have no choice but to whack him on the chest as you snort.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s not the kind of guy that shaves entirely, it feels uncomfortable for him. There’s hair down there, he keeps it groomed as best as he can but just like the hair on his head, it can be a little wild at times. Never out of control though, unlike his constant bed head.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

He’s very intimate, always caressing and holding even if he doesn’t necessarily have the time. He’s big on giving praise, so he’ll often be telling you how good you feel, even if it’s wrapped in filthier words. Doesn’t matter what kind of mood he’s in, he’s so keen to praise you and hold you. You never end up not feeling utterly adored.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He definitely still gets off, sometimes he just really doesn’t have the time to see you or bother you before he has to go. So it ends up with him, fucking his fist desperately, eyes scrunched shut and head tilted back as he imagines you. Nowadays, he feels like he can’t cum unless he’s thinking about you; or if he does it’s not nearly as good. He’ll imagine your mouth wrapped around him, or try to think it’s your hand stroking him as you whisper sweet words in his ear.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

First and foremost, praise. Peter has such a huge fucking praise kink. He wants to know he’s doing good, whether he’s the dominant or submissive in the situation. If he’s topping you, it’s a lot of questions about how he’s making you feel, do you like what he’s doing, does it feel good? If he’s the submissive, he’ll just downright beg for you to tell him he’s doing good; and boy does he look pretty doing it, on his knees between your thighs, looking up at you with lust-blown pupils, whispering huskily, “Please tell me I’m doing a good job. Wanna know I’m making you feel good, please.”

He’s also, surprise surprise, very keen on the idea of using his webs to tie you down or hold you up. Whether its pinning your wrists to the bed or to the wall, or even fashioning a sex swing out of his webs, he just really likes seeing you trapped in it. He likes watching you tug at it as you tremble and writhe in pleasure. You look so perfect wrapped in his web.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He doesn’t have a favourite place. Anywhere he can crowd you back against a wall, or lay you down/bend you over some furniture is good enough for him. As long as you’re comfortable.

Peter’s needy, he’s always happy to take you wherever and whenever you’d like. Though, he is rather fond of fucking you on the kitchen counter. If he comes home from work - as Spider-Man or his day job - to find you in the kitchen, he’s always happy to pick you up, set you on the counter, and eat you out before fucking you right there.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You. As I’ve said before, Peter is so damn needy. The man is touch starved, he craves any and all attention you’ll give him; and he’s always ready for you, since you can get him hard at the drop of a hat. Even if you just alter your tone slightly, sigh his name, or bite your lip, it’s enough to have him become putty in your hands. He’ll pin you against the nearest surface, or let you pin him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

A surprisingly unpopular opinion, I don’t think Peter would have a daddy kink. I think the poor man has too much trauma revolving around father figures (His dad, Uncle Ben, Captain Stacy) that the thought of being called it in bed just... wouldn’t sit right with him. I think it would make him pretty uncomfortable.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

While Peter absolutely loves it when you suck his dick, and believe me he does, he will always prefer giving. He’s a giver, he likes to focus on your pleasure first and foremost. Peter’s very aware of how many men that won’t give head but expect it, so he’s the total opposite. Plus, he just genuinely likes it. He likes how it makes you gasp and moan, rock your hips against his mouth. He could stay between your thighs for hours if you let him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It entirely depends on his mood but for the most part, I think Peter fucks like a rabbit. He’s quick, hips snapping into you at a toe-curling pace. He knows the difference between ‘faster’ and ‘harder’ though. He’ll either fuck you so quick you have to scramble for purchase, or it’ll be slow and hard. Easing out only to drag you back down onto him, filling you up suddenly only to slowly pull out again, making sure you feel every inch of him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies happen pretty commonly, sometimes he swings by in the middle of a patrol or right before one. He doesn’t absolutely love them because it means he can’t take his time utterly ruining you, but he doesn’t hate them. He still likes getting to feel you pressed against him, even if he would prefer it if he could spend an hour between your legs before he was fucking you fast and hard.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Peter is definitely a fan of experimenting. I don’t think there’s much that’s an immediate turn off so he’ll at least try something first, with a few exceptions. It was through experimenting that he found out he liked roleplaying after all, and he liked the thrill of hunting you as Spidey, then fucking you against a wall or over a desk. 

He’s a scientist, experimenting is what they do.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Oh, Peter can go all night. His stamina is incredible, definitely too much to jump into all at once. There’s rarely ever just one round with Peter. If you have the time then he has you between the sheets for a good few hours, at least.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s not opposed to toys but I don’t see him actually owning any before you. After you get together, he’s definitely a fan of using your toys on you, he likes pinning your hips down and fucking you with a vibrator, or letting you fuck him with one. Peter’s very open like that, even if how high-pitched and whiney he gets when you have the toy slamming against his prostate makes him blush.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He verbally teases a lot but he’s not the type to deny you an orgasm, rather the opposite. Peter prefer to overstimulate rather than edge. He likes how desperate it makes you, how you can barely string together a sentence as you buck your hips against and then away from his hands, mouth, or cock.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s definitely vocal because he knows how much you like it. Peter will whine and groan, he fucking whimpers when you get him worked up enough, and when he’s coming it’s always with a long moan that could make any pornstar blush. Not to mention how much he talks. Low and husky, right in your ear when he’s the one in control, asking you what you want, praising you for what you take.

Or breathy and soft when you’re fucking him stupid.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Sometimes, after a very long day, all he wants to do is hand over control. When his work as Spider-Man has been incredibly draining, or he’s tired of putting his brilliant mind to work in the lab, he just wants to come home and hand control over to you. You can always tell when he’s in one of those moods cause even after years together, he still looks so nervous when he asks for it. His face red, pupils blown, looking down anxiously.

But that anxiety disappears along with every cognitive thought he’s capable of when you get him on all fours on the bed. Then he’s whining and babbling as you fuck him completely dumb. He loves the feeling of you filling him, draping over his back and fisting his cock with one hand. By the end, he’s putty, pliant and submissive as you clean him up and crawl into bed. He just wants to be held after, happy to curl up against you, press his face into your chest, and just doze off like that.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s long - seven and half inches - decently thick too but not massive in that regard. His cock curves up just slightly which you definitely feel when he’s fucking you. The head flushes bright red when he’s hard and honestly, I think he’s still pretty big when flaccid too.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Peter is incredibly needy and can go a long time, his sex drive is through the roof but how frequently it actually happens would entirely depend on how comfortable his partner is and what they want. However, don’t be surprised to find him snuggling up against your back with a very clear erection pressing against you, or waking up to him rutting against your ass in his sleep.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he’s been the dominant, he prefers to stay up and hold you, admire you as you sleep in his arms - plus, Peter has some insomnia anyway so he tends to stay up later. If you’ve just blown his back out, he’s out like a light. It’s one of the few things that actually puts him to bed immediately.

[dreamingofaizawa]

Guys My Age

Title and concept inspo: Guys My Age by Hey Violet

Soft Dom! Aizawa Shouta x Medium-sized Fem! Reader

Quirkless AU

***18+ Fic***

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Warnings: Age gap, praise kink, DD/LG dynamic and terms, use of the words daddy and sir, light bondage, overstimulation, smut. 

Word Count: 4.1k

Author’s Note: I KNOW, I know, I write a lot of Aizawa fics, and they’re all DD/LG stuff. I know, okay? It’s an obsession, I’m in love with this man. Anyway, another soft dom Aizawa, but reader isn’t very well-versed in intimacy. Also, reader is what some would call medium-sized. Not necessarily big, but definitely not small. This is for all my medium-sized girls, including myself. I was very self-indulgent with this one.

Part 2

Enjoy~

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You’d always been told you were mature for your age. It wasn’t until recently you realized how true that statement might be. You’re currently 21. And very, very single. You’ve had a total of six different relationships, and all of them fell through for one very simple reason. The boys you dated were just that. Boys. They were extremely immature. Only ever wanting to ‘hang with the boys’ or stay at home. No effort was put into the relationship on their part after the first few weeks. You didn’t understand why these vastly different boys were all so adamant on staying inside.

You’d tried desperately to get them to go out on dates with you. You offered to pay, and drive, and literally anything else. But no, they were too busy playing video games or getting higher than the damn sky. Don’t even start thinking about sex. You hadn’t got any of that shit since your first ‘boyfriend’ at 17, who used you like a sex doll and broke it off once he found someone hotter and sexier and altogether better in his eyes. You were sick of it. So you did the last thing you’d ever want to do. You went on a blind date.

You’d stumbled on a website last week that allowed you to set up a blind date with a stranger. It seemed legit, and had background checks on all participants. It also allowed you to put in any preferences you had, and matched you with someone that had similar preferences and hobbies. The age range you put in? 30-35 years old. Because guys your age just didn’t cut it. You needed someone more mature, someone who could treat you like a woman, not some girl.

Today, almost a week after matching with someone, you were standing outside an italian restaurant. You didn’t know his face, just his name and age, and that he was a teacher. Aizawa Shouta, 31 years old. And he’d sent a single message when you matched.

Meet me at this location on Saturday. When you enter, I’ll be at the back corner table. Semi-formal. 8 pm, please don’t be late.

It was blunt and straightforward. You liked it. You just hoped he wasn’t quite this blunt in person. You’d put on a black knee-length cocktail dress with a halter top and a partially open back that fell to the small of your back. It accentuated your shoulders and the top half of your torso before fanning out at your waist, the silky material falling and swaying around you. 

You slipped on simple white heels and silver jewelry, with a white clutch purse. You’d decided to pull your hair into a loose half-up half-down, a silver comb pinning your hair in place, minimal makeup and clear lip gloss. For the first time in a while you felt pretty. You knew you weren’t exactly small, but the way you were dressed gave you confidence.

You looked at your watch. 7:55 pm. You took a deep breath, straightened out your dress, and stepped into the restaurant. The host asked if you had a reservation, and you told him you were meeting someone who already arrived. He let you pass, and you walked back to the table Aizawa told you to meet at. He had his back to you as you approached, but you could see his broad shoulders and muscular frame easily. 

He wore a white long-sleeve button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a black vest fitted to his form. His slacks were also fitted, showing off his muscular thighs. His long raven hair was pulled in a half-up half-down similar to yours. You hadn’t even seen his face yet and he looked delicious.

Your heels clacked on the wood flooring, and as you neared the booth he turned to look at you. You stopped next to the table and got a good look at the stranger. He was beautiful. His dark bloodshot eyes looked tired, the bags underneath giving him away and only adding to his appeal, and a scar curved under his right eye. A sharp jawline, with a tamed scruff, and thin lips in a neutral expression. You were about to introduce yourself, but he stood from the booth and held his hand out, palm up. “You must be (y/l/n) (y/n).” You smiled at the gesture, and placed your hand in his. “That’s me. And you are Aizawa Shouta. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He pulled your hand to his lips and placed a kiss on your knuckles, before leading you to your seat.

As he sat down, you noticed a bottle of wine sitting in the center of the table in a bucket of ice, and two glasses of wine halfway full. One sat in front of you, and the other in front of Aizawa. He began the conversation with a rather specific question. “So, (y/l/n), why are you on a dating website looking for men that are so much older than you?” Normally you’d take offense to a question like that, but the way he said it was pure curiosity. So, you answered. “If I’m being honest, it’s actually pretty simple. Guys my age just don’t know how to treat me.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, a barely noticeable smirk tugging at his lips. “And how do you want to be treated?” You smiled a little at the implications behind the question, and answered. “I don’t want to be stuck in my room while my ‘boyfriend’ plays video games and smokes weed. I don’t want to be ‘one of the boys’, and I don’t want to have to plead and beg to go on a date or spend time with him. I want to be treated like a woman, not a girl. And I want to spend my time with a man, not waste it on a boy.” 

At that, Aizawa smirked and sipped at his wine. You both took a quick look at the menu and ordered when the waiter came. As you ate, you talked about random subjects and hit it off quite well. The date went by quickly, and at the end of the night you’d exchanged numbers. “I look forward to another date with you, Ms. (y/l/n).” “The feeling is mutual, Mr. Aizawa.” 

When you got back home, you undressed and cleaned your face and got into bed. As you lay there, your mind drifted back to the date, and how undeniably handsome Aizawa is. The way he spoke to you like you were his equal, and looking at you like an ancient treasure. He was everything you wanted, without even considering anything sexual. Little did you know he felt much the same way.

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When the date ended he texted Hizashi to let him know he was free. Hizashi, of course, called him immediately, and began drilling him about the date. “How’d it go Sho? Was it a rando with a thing for older guys? Did she want a sugar daddy?” Shouta rolled his eyes. “No, Zashi, she wasn’t looking for a sugar daddy. She was...actually really mature for a 21 year old. She knows what she wants. I admire that a little. And I won’t lie, she’s quite beautiful. Not the generic, model, beauty-pageant, barbie doll pretty. It’s a natural glow she has. It’s...quite mesmerizing...”

Hizashi exploded on the other side, laughing at the new infatuation his friend had for a blind date. “I hope she’s your type, Sho. I mean physically. I know how much you like them with a little meat on their bones.” Aizawa groaned at his comment. He knew he was just teasing, but that his blonde friend was 100% right. He knew he had a type, and he’d be lying to himself if he hadn’t looked at your full figure quite frequently. 

He’d taken in your dress, how it showed off your shoulders and back. As you climbed into your car and took off your heels, he trailed his eyes up your legs, getting a small glimpse at your thick thighs. When you sat up behind the wheel, he revelled in the small rolls showing through your dress, wanting nothing more than to squeeze them and kiss them and bite them...

He shook away the thoughts that were threatening to take over his mind. “Shut it Hizashi. Her body is none of my concern, and is most definitely none of yours. I enjoyed the date and that’s what matters.” The loud blonde gasped dramatically, “Oh my god she totally is! Damn you go get some Sho!” Aizawa just ended the call.

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The next date was planned once again by Aizawa, and it was only a week after the first. It was a simple coffee date at a small cafe. You talked casually about the things you enjoyed doing. You convinced him to let you take care of the next date, which you decided would be a relaxed ramen date. You’d gotten comfortable around each other, and after about six more dates, he invited you over to his place for dinner. Of course, you accepted.

He’d sent you the address and apartment number, and you stood outside his door in dark jeans, black flats, and a beige sweater with a white tank top underneath. You knocked on the door, and when it opened he greeted you with a peck on the cheek. It had become a normal greeting, since you’d gotten so close, though the gesture always made you a little shy. He told you to get comfortable as he finished up dinner, and you sat at the kitchen table and admired him as he worked in the kitchen. He wore fitted blue denim jeans, and a black cotton t-shirt, his hair pulled up in a bun. 

No matter how many times you looked at him, he was always just as shockingly handsome as the first time you saw him. His t-shirt left his toned arms exposed, and it was fitted to his torso, showing off his muscular frame. Your eyes traced the outline of his muscles from his shoulder, down his arm, drifting to his hips and up his back. You didn’t notice him glance back and smirk at you. “Like what you see kitty cat?” Heat rushed to your face at the realization that you’d been staring, and the fact that he’d noticed. And that name… “K-kitty?” you barely whispered, before quickly apologizing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”

You didn’t think he heard the first part. You were wrong. “It’s alright. And yes, kitty. Don’t like the pet name?” Your face burned at the tone of his voice. “N-no, the name’s fine, you just...caught me off guard.” He chuckled. “I should do it more often. You’re cute when you’re flustered.” You didn’t think your face could get any hotter, but it did. You tilted your head down and away from him and bit your lip, letting your hair fall to hide your face. You’d never gotten this kind of attention before, and you had no idea how to handle it.

You were too busy trying to calm your breathing to hear him approach you. The proximity and demanding tone of his voice made you jump a little. “Look at me, kitten.” You swallowed and took a breath before turning your head to him, and he hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your head so you were forced to sit up taller. He moved even closer, your shoulder brushing against his abdomen, and you nearly had to look straight up to look in his eyes. 

Your eyes began to drift away from his, and he jerked your chin up higher, silently commanding you not to look away. You brought your eyes back to his and held his gaze, and after a few moments he smirked. The hand under your chin moved to stroke your cheek with his knuckles. “Good girl.”

He quickly dropped his hand and went back to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. It took you a few seconds to let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You panted a little, trying to calm yourself from what just happened, and clasped your shaking hands together. But they weren’t shaking from fear. In fact, you couldn’t quite tell why you were so shaky and out of breath. And the praise from him sent a shiver down your spine.

He managed to distract you while you ate, and you had completely recovered from whatever that was earlier. After dinner you moved into the living room and relaxed on the couch while you talked some more. Soon he’d leaned his head back and closed his eyes, still talking and listening, but clearly relaxed. Once again you found yourself distracted by his body, following the muscles in his neck down to his toned chest and abdomen. And again, he noticed. “I can feel your eyes on me, kitten.” His voice was low, a rumble of smooth baritone. You found yourself turning away to hide your face again, and the command in his voice controlled you with ease. 

“Don’t look away from me, kitten.” You turned back to him, and when your eyes met his, you looked away, and he let out a low growl and your eyes snapped back to him. He adjusted and sat up, your eyes still fixed on each other. He pat his leg, “Come here kitty.” You blinked at him, not quite prepared for such a demand. His eyes darkened a little and his voice dropped to a growl, “I won’t ask twice.” 

At that you got up and went to sit on one of his legs, but he pulled his knees together and shook his head. So you climbed over and straddled his legs on your knees. He grabbed your hips and pulled you so you were fully sitting on his lap, your core dangerously close to his growing bulge.

Your eyes were still locked on his as he leaned close to you, his hands rubbing circles into your hips.  He leaned past your face and whispered into your ear. “Can I touch you kitty?” You took a shaky breath and nodded. He laid a light spank on your ass and you jumped. “Use your words kitty cat.” “Y-yes, you can t-touch me.” He laid a kiss on your neck and whispered ‘good girl’ before moving his hands under your sweater and tank top. He ran his hands up and down your back, and he gripped the fatty flesh of your stomach and hips, kneading it in his palms gently as he worked his way up your body, leaving feather light kisses along your neck and jaw.

The intimacy had you quivering, and the way he nearly worshipped your body had your breaths coming out shaky and heavy. Shouta caught on quickly. “Is it safe for me to assume you haven’t done anything in a while?” he said in your ear. You started to nod, but quickly caught yourself, “Y-yes.” He stilled his movements and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Tell me what you did before this.” You took a breath and explained the situation as simply and quickly as possible.

His arms tensed, clearly upset that you’d been used like that. But he didn’t pry into that right now. “So you haven’t explored anything? Like any preferences you might have?” You shook your head quickly, “N-no...why?” He chuckled. “Well, kitty, you’re quite submissive. If you’d let me, I can help you explore this side of you.” You swallowed and nodded. “Y-yeah, I think I’d like that.” He hummed into your neck, “We can start tonight, but only if you’re comfortable and you want to.” You took a few moments to think about your answer. This man had been nothing but good to you. He treated you with more respect than all the boys you dated had combined. And you trusted him. “I...I’m comfortable starting tonight.”

“Alright kitty. Now, listen to me closely, because this is important, okay?” “Okay, I’m listening.” “Good. Since this is new to you, we need to establish a safeword. Is ‘roses’ alright?” You nod. “Okay. Now if anything ever gets too much for you, if you feel uncomfortable for any reason, if you need to stop for any reason, or if there’s a medical emergency, you need to use it. And that goes for me too. If I don’t like where things are going, I’ll use it. Once we use the safeword, everything will stop right there, no questions asked. Understand?”

“I understand.” “Okay. Can I trust you to use it if you feel the need to?” You nod, “Yes. I’ll use it if I need to.” He kisses your neck, “Good girl.” The praise makes you shudder, and you feel him smile into your neck. “Now, kitty, I want you to address me as either ‘Daddy’, ‘Sir’, or ‘Master’ when we’re like this, do you understand?” “Yes.” He spanks you a little harder. “Yes what?” You jump at the contact “Y-yes Sir.” Another kiss on your neck, “Good girl.” He leans back and taps your arms, “Up.” You lift your arms and he pulls off your sweater and tank top at the same time. 

His hands come back down on your shoulders, and he runs his hands down your chest and stomach, taking the time to remove your bra and knead your breasts. He wraps his arms around you and stands up, and you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carries you to his bedroom. He puts you down on the bed on your back and takes a rope out of the bedside table. You let him take your hands and tie your wrists to the bar at the headboard. It’s not uncomfortably tight, but a few experimental tugs tell you it’s solid and you won’t be getting out of it unless he unties you.

He trails kisses down your body, unbuttoning your jeans and removing them as he goes. Once your jeans are off, he loops his fingers in the band of your panties and pulls them off. After that, he leans back and just rakes his eyes up and down your body, eating up every inch of your skin. “You’re such a pretty kitty.” His words have you shuddering and blushing. You’d never been called pretty before, and you knew why. You were a little bigger than other girls. You weren’t necessarily insecure about it. You didn’t care all that much about how people saw you with just your looks alone. But you knew Shouta was admiring your body after knowing who you are as a person, and it made you a little giddy.

His mouth and hands were all over you, squeezing and groping, sucking bruises onto your skin. His touches were sending waves of heat through your body, and pooling between your legs. You desperately wanted him to touch you there, and you whined and rolled your hips up into the air. “Such a needy kitty. Be patient. I’m not done here yet.” He rolled a nipple in between his index and thumb, pulling the other into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. You mewled at the sensation, and he switched his mouth over to the other side.

Your legs were rubbing together, begging for friction, and he finally moved down to your dripping core. He took a finger and slipped it over your folds. He groaned as his finger collected your slick, “You’re so wet kitty. Are you this wet for me?” You nodded your head frantically, and he laid a light smack on your pussy. You let out a soft whimper, “Yes Sir, it’s for you,” you answered quickly. He hummed, “Good girl. I didn’t even need to remind you to use your words.” He kissed the inside of your thigh, and moved to lick a stripe up your folds. You gasped at the new feeling, never having anyone’s mouth down there before.

He slipped the pink muscle into you easily, groaning when he tasted you. The sound sent vibrations through your dripping cunt, making you squirm at the pleasure. He looped his arms around your legs, dipping his fingers into your core and using the slick to rub tight circles onto your clit. An unfamiliar sensation built in the pit of your stomach, your muscles tightening in your abdomen as it got stronger. You knit your eyebrows together, and in between heavy breaths you gasped out, “S-sir...it feels strange.” He raised his eyebrows at the statement, and increased his pace until that coil inside you snapped, which didn’t take very long.

Your back arched off the bed as you let out a loud, sharp moan, your legs shaking from the intensity of your first orgasm. Aizawa kept lapping at your pussy, letting you ride out your high, and once you were relaxed and panting on the bed, he lifted his head and wiped his chin. “Kitty, have you never cum before?” He asked, a small smirk tugging at his lips. You shake your head, “No S-sir...Is that what just happened?” He chuckled, but didn’t answer the question, “You’re going to have fun tonight kitty.” You didn’t have time to question what he meant, though, because he slipped a thick finger into your core, and you mewled as your walls clenched down on him.

The game he played went on for what felt like hours, and you lost count of how many times he’s made you cum. He’d fucked you and cum multiple times himself. You’d already squirted several times, and tears were streaming down your face from the overstimulation. It felt so good, but it was starting to melt your brain and the title of ‘Sir’ drifted to ‘Daddy’ as it went on. All the muscles in your body were burning from flexing so hard, and your wrists were feeling raw from how hard you’d been tugging at your restraints. It felt so, so good...but it was too much. He leaned down close to your face and kissed at the tears, “You’re doing so well babygirl. You got one more for me?” 

You giggled lightly at the praise, your mind fuzzy, unable to form coherent thoughts as he thrust his hips into you. He stilled his movements and caressed your jaw. “How are you feeling, kitten?” Your eyes looked up into his, struggling to stay open. You giggled a little as you answered. “It’s… I f-feel…” You knit your eyebrows together in concentration, searching your brain. “R-roses?”

Everything stopped, and he instantly reached up and tugged off your restraints, and pulled your exhausted body close to his chest. Your breathing got heavier, and your chest got tight, and fresh tears fell down your cheeks. He held you tight, kissing your tears and petting your hair as your cries died down. He held you like that until your breathing was normal again. You slowly opened your eyes, weakly calling out to him, “Daddy?” He kissed your forehead, “I’m right here kitten. Tell me what you need.” You nuzzled your head into his neck and mumbled, “Water. Can I have water?” He wrapped you in a soft blanket and stood up, carrying you with him. “Anything for my kitten.”

He set you on the counter and made a glass of iced water, holding it up to your lips. As you sipped, he rubbed your back and kissed your forehead and neck, and he didn’t stop or move until you had drained the cup. He left it in the sink and picked you up again, taking you to the bathroom and filling the tub with warm water. He turned off the tap, took off your blanket, and carried you into the tub. He washed the both of you, massaging your scalp, and you let out a sound like a pur, which he smiled at.

When he was done, he stood you up and wrapped you in a fluffy towel, dried himself with one, and carried you back to bed. You curled into him, and he wrapped his arms around you. “Are you okay (y/n)?” You nodded into his chest, “Yeah, I’m okay. It was just intense.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, “Thank you for using the safeword. You did so well for me kitten, trusting me like that.” You nuzzled into his chest some more, relishing in the heat his body gave. 

You loved the praise he gave you. It made you feel warm and fuzzy in your belly, and it felt so good. Soon you were drifting into a deep sleep, comfortable in Shouta’s arms. This was nice. You’d be happy to let him guide you, let him take care of you like this. One thought drifted through your head as you drifted.

‘Guys my age could never.’

[donutloverxo]

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Note - this is part of my soft!reader universe and a sequel to on the run. You don't have to read them to understand this but I do suggest to check em out!

special thanks to sister wives @sweater-daddiesdumbdork and @stargazingfangirl18 for their input!

Summary - Steve learns that good things are meant to be shared.

Warnings - smut, mfm threesome, wife sharing, daddy kink, dom Steve, dom Bucky, sub reader, rough sex, light anal stuff

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes

Word count - 2.6k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

Bucky had always been a loyal friend to Steve. Steve was someone who was more than just a friend, their relationship transcends that of a traditional male friendship. They were brothers and practically family. Bucky protected Steve back when he was just a little guy from Brooklyn, not just because he needed it but also because he loved the little troublemaker. He will forever be grateful to Steve for protecting him and believing in him when no one else did.

Which is why he felt extremely disgusted with himself to have feelings, if one can even call them that, for you, Steve’s wife. The punk actually got himself a wife. A beautiful one at that.

Bucky was excited to meet you, especially because Steve couldn’t stop talking about you. He was obviously so proud of you. ‘You have got to meet her Buck. She’s the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.' He gushed.

And yeah he was pleased to meet you, but not in the way that would be considered proper. As soon as you shed your thick coat and put on that thin tank top, he could see your plump and curvy figure.

He had to fucking lay there and listen to your moans and whimpers as Steve fucked you just two feet away from him! Did you call him daddy? When the fuck did Steve become such a stud? He didn’t even know how to talk to women! The whole time he wanted to touch his aching cock, relieve some pressure. But that would mean he won’t hear your angelic sounds and cute but useless attempts to stay quiet. He did go to the bathroom to relieve himself. And yes he did think about you and how you must look naked. He was already going to hell.

He thought that would be the end of it. He would stay in Wakanda while you and Steve went to Europe. As much as he'd miss not being able to see you or get to know you, at least he wouldn’t have that kind of temptation.

But then a year later, unceremoniously, you came to his little house on the farm. You were staying in Wakanda for a month while Steve was on a mission.

‘I can’t stay in the palace.’ You lips jutted out slightly quivering as you looked at him hand Bucky had to do everything in his power to not hug you close to him ‘I don’t know anyone there. I miss home. I want to stay with you please.’ You begged.

And of course he said yes. How could he turn you away when you looked him with those puppy dog eyes, when he promised Steve he would look after you.

Living with you was as amazing as it was torturous. You lounged around the house in your small cotton 60s style nighties because ‘Stevie likes them and I do too!’ and of-fucking-course you hated wearing panties. He had gotten a generous view of your cunt at least three times. Sometimes he thought you did it deliberately. Just to tease him. But you seemed too innocent and sweet to play those kinds of games.

There was more to it then him getting to ogle your beautiful body everyday. You were kind, sweet, honest and funny. He could see why Steve was so crazy about you. With you around he didn’t feel so lonely. There was that night you sneaked into his room because you couldn’t stop worrying about Steve. He could see how homesick you were. He was also longing to go back home, only his home no longer exists. He cuddled you as you braided his hair and marvelled at how silky and soft it was.

The next morning you were back to your happy bubbly self. Having no idea that you had ruined him. He had a crush on his best friends wife. How do you tell someone that?

He didn’t feel jealous when you ran into Steve’s arms, kissing him all over his face when he came back. He cared for you both and you deserved each other. You deserved to be happy. Steve was just as happy to see Bucky and how you and him had become such good friends in just one month.

Bucky spent the next week catching up with Steve. There wasn’t much he could tell Steve about but he had plenty to share. Along with your wedding pictures and he was just reminded of how ethereal your beauty is.

What he never in a million years would have expected was for Steve to ask–

“Do you like her?” He asked but it was a rhetorical question. He didn’t really expect an answer.

“I do. There isn’t much not to like.” Bucky played dumb. He was dumb to think that Steve wouldn’t notice his lingering stares.

“You know what I mean.” He retorted his eyebrows furrowed.

“She’s – she’s beautiful. I’m happy for you. My feelings don’t matter.” He said honestly. No matter how much he desired you, he would never act on it.

“Turns out she might like you too” Steve said casually taking a sip of his whiskey leaving Bucky stunned.

Which is what led him here. With you completely bare, spare for your yellow panties with little red hearts on them. He was sitting on the edge of your bed, you stood in front of him, your nipples hard as you shivered. Steve knelt behind you to rolls down your panties leaving you naked as the day you were born in front of both the men.

Steve stood up on his feet, tossing your panties away. You hummed as kissed you under your ear. You relaxed as he massaged your shoulders. “Are you nervous princess?” He asked and you nodded. “What are our words?”

“Green for keep going, yellow for slow down and red for stop” You said biting your lip as Bucky’s hungry eyes took you in.

You were curvy, a lot like women back in his day. Your hips a bit larger than your bust, he couldn’t wait to see what your ass looked like. If it was as plump as he imagined. His hands were shivering, he needed to touch your round heavy breasts. Squeeze them to see if they were as soft as they looked. But he didn’t know just how far he was allowed to go. Thanks to the serum he could smell your arousal, he would die if you didn’t let him dip his fingers or his cock in your heat.

“What do you want baby?” Steve murmured in your hair and placed a soft kiss there. He drew small circles on your hips urging you to speak.

“I want – I want to suck his cock” You shivered feeling Steve’s length pressing against your ass through his sweats. You were the only one naked and you should feel completely vulnerable. But you trusted Steve with your life and you had come to trust Bucky as well. You didn’t feel ashamed, no you were proud. That you could get these amazing men to bend to your orders.

“Then do it sweetheart.” Steve pushed you down and you hissed as your knees touched the cold hard floor. You trembling hands worked to undo Bucky’s pants and pull his cock out of his boxers. You had only ever seen Steve’s cock, but you decided then and there that Bucky’s was your second most favorite. You admired it for a minute, licking a stripe up his slit before taking him in your mouth.

You felt Steve kneel behind you, with his knees on either side of you, pulling your hair over your shoulders he caressed your back “My girl does whatever I tell her” Steve said petting the back of your head “isn’t that right princess?”

You reluctantly pulled Bucky out of your mouth, because you know what happens if you don’t answer. “Yes daddy” You rasped gulping for some air as a strong of your spit connected you to Bucky’s cock. You opened wide to take him back in your mouth. But he was much girthier than Steve, it was a struggle to fit him. You whimpered around his cock as you tried to swallow as much of him as you could.

“She just needs a little guidance sometimes.” Steve hushed you pulling your hair into a pony tail and pushing on the back of your head.

Even if your lips were wrapped around his cock and you were gagging around him. Bucky felt as if he was an outsider looking into an intimate moment with you and Steve. He didn’t want that. Even if he could never have you, he wanted you to remember him. He wanted to make some sort of impact on you. He took a hold of your face lifting his hips up to thrust into it. “You call him daddy. What will you call me doll?” He asked slowly fucking into your face as you looked up at him with your big doe eyes, tearing falling down your cheeks.

“Hm. How about sir?” Steve suggested still pushing on your head. He wouldn’t take too kindly to Bucky being the only one fucking you.

Bucky pulled you off his cock as you coughed and stuttered gasping for breathe. “Yes” you heaved “Sir” you gave him a dazed smile dropping your jaw and silently begging him to continue his assault on your mouth. He groaned shoving his cock in your mouth.

“Breathe through your nose sweetheart.” Steve cooed. Always so worried about you. You took as much of Bucky as you could, breathing through your nose as Steve suggested. Closing your eyes shut to stop the tears. You wanted to do your happy dance as you felt your nose touch the little curls at the base of Bucky’s cock, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You had never been able to deep throat Steve. Even though Bucky was a bit smaller than Steve you couldn’t help but feel so accomplished.

You pulled up for air and looked over your shoulder to Steve. Wiping your cheeks and mouth “Daddy” You said proudly.

“Yes princess” He kissed your wet cheek “I’m so proud of you baby. You’re doing so good” You whimpered, his praise going straight to your core “You’re such a good girl. You deserve a reward” And you hummed looking back to Bucky’s hard cock, not wanting to keep him waiting to long you swallowed him whole again.

Steve pulled your hips and arched your ass up. You struggled to balance your weight on your hands and knees for a moment before finding a good position. You moaned around Bucky’s length as you felt Steve’s hot tongue invading your folds. “Shit” Bucky groaned pushing your head down holding it at his base “Do that again doll” He groaned as you moaned again. Extra loudly this time.

You felt ropes of his cum in your mouth as he held onto your head for dear life. You swallowed around him and felt him soften in your mouth.

You yelped when Steve’s finger prodded at your pluckered hole. “Keep Bucky’s cock warm while I get you ready. Will you do that for me princess?” Steve asked pushing two fingers into your pussy and fucking your ass and your heat at with his fingers at the same time.

You only hummed laying your head on Bucky’s thigh and suckling on his cock. It was all too much and too little at the same time. You needed his or Bucky’s cock inside you. You perked up when you heard Steve undress behind you. You cried out around Bucky’s cock as Steve sheathed himself in you in one single stroke. He squeezed your hips, rolling his against them. He thrusted into you jerking you forward again and again. You moaned as you felt the sting and the smack of his slap on your ass. “You having fun?” He asked thrusting deep inside you, his tip brushing that spot that drives you crazy “This what you wanted?” He snapped his hips harshly again and again. All you could do was take it and occasionally swallow your spit around Bucky’s cock.

Bucky was too entranced by the sight to do anything. He could feel his cock hardening again. It was strangely voyeuristic and arousing to see Steve rutting into you. His face contorted in pleasure, his torso and neck flushed red. He was happy for you seeing that the serum had enhanced everything. “That’s enough” He took you off his cock and consoled you as you whine at the loss. “I’m gonna fuck her.” Bucky declared. He wasn’t gonna be shy or ask for permission anymore. You both had roped him into whatever the hell this is.

“She’s all yours” You whimpered again as Steve pulled out of you. Leaving you all empty. “Do your knees hurt baby?” Steve cooed and you nodded. You had forgotten about how the cold floor was pinching you. Steve never let you spend any time on your knees cause you were a princess and he didn’t want you being in pain. Well the bad kind of pain. He had no qualms about spending hours on his knees worshiping you.

Steve picked you up in his arms, you were basically putty, unable to move or to speak. He gently laid you on the soft mattress, your head hitting the pillow. He sat down next to you running his hands through your hair wordlessly checking in on you.

“I’m sorry doll” Bucky murmured kissing your bruised knees. He shrugged of his clothes and settled himself between your legs.

“It’s ok sir” You hummed kissing Steve’s hand.

“I don’t think I like you calling me that” he lifted your hips up to elevate them up a bit “It’s too formal” he teased your entrance with his tip before sinking into you. You threw your head back, moaning at the delicious burn as he snapped his hips fucking you with vigor. He leaned down hovering above you and captured your lips with his moaning at your sweet taste mixed with his own musky scent. He stood back again so he could look at your bouncing breasts as he fucked into you.

You moaned as Steve latched his lips onto your nipple, pinching and pulling on the other one between his fingers. “Oh god. You’re so tight. I’m not gonna last” Bucky grunted his thrusts losing their rhythm and becoming erratic. Steve snaked a hand down rolling your clit before stroking it “You gonna cum around Bucky’s cock baby?” Steve teased drawing patterns on your clit and going back to suck on your hard bud.

You could only let out a whined barely there ‘Yes'. You felt as if you were seeing stars as you came hard around Bucky’s cock and gushing over Steve’s fingers. You blacked out as you felt Bucky empty his warm cum inside you. He collapsed on top you before moving to the side. His chest rising and falling out of the corner of your eye.

You looked towards Steve as you heard him quietly groan. He was pumping his angry red cock with his fist, his other hand fondling your breast. “Daddy” You mused “I want to –“

“Shh” He groaned cutting you off “Your throat must be sore baby. It’s ok-ay” He laid his hand flat on the bed to balance himself cumming all over your stomach. He laid down next you and pulled you into him.

You felt Bucky stirring beside You and getting up. You pulled at his bicep to stop him. Pleading him to cuddle with you. “Just a minute doll” He cooed kissing your forehead and disappearing into the bathroom. Returning with a warm and wet cloth he cleaned up your sore pussy and wiped your torso. He tossed the cloth aside and draped an arm across you and cuddled with you just as you demanded.

Cocooned between them both you feel it’s the warmest and the safest place for you.

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[jungkook-fanfic-blog]

“It’s Not A Kink, I Swear”

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Reader

Summary: You always wanted to try something with your boyfriend, but never had the courage to say it. You’re always reminded of it whenever you look at his tattoos.

Genre: Smut, little bit of fluff, established relationship, idol verse

Warnings: PWP, dom/sub themes, dom!Jungkook, sub!Reader, dirty talk, praise, forearm riding, unprotected sex (wrap your dickies, don’t get kiddies), creampie, ass grabbing, nipple play, short handjob, somewhat cockwarming, name calling (Jungkook calls reader slut like once), cussing

Word count: 2.7K

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Walking inside the apartment you shared with your boyfriend you instantly felt relief, mostly because the AC was on while the world outside was on fire, but also because you couldn't wait to spend some time with your boyfriend, despite him coming home at a crazy time. Putting away the take out you picked up on your way from work you call out into the seemingly empty apartment, there was noise coming from the living room, like your TV was on even though you distinctly remember turning it off before going to work. 

"Kook? Baby you here?"

You heard a grunt in response coming from the living room, walking into it, you saw your boyfriend lying on the sofa, remote in hand and flipping through channels. It was a rare sight to see him at home before you, knowing just how demanding his job is and how packed his schedule is. It definitely was a rare sight, but one that put a goofy smile onto your face.

"Hello babygirl, how was work?" He asked, pouting his lips to get a kiss from you to which you gladly complied. Kissing his pouting soft lips you let out a small giggle which brought a smile to his face. Jungkook sat up, grabbing your forearm and pulling you onto his lap, hugging your waist. You let out a quiet 'fine' as you wrap your arms around his neck. Just noticing that he was wearing a tank top, his muscles and tattoos on full display.

You told him multiple times he should reveal all his tattoos to their fans, knowing damn well there are fans who would kill to see them all and see your boyfriend in a tank top, proudly showing them off. Jungkook was still a little hesitant about the whole thing, but he was getting more comfortable showing them. You secretly loved that you're one of the few people that actually got to see him, see his tattoos, like this. 

It made you feel special.

Although just the thought of his tattoos was enough to get you excited, thinking of his inked fingers inside you, fucking you until you can't think was extremely inviting and pleasing to you. You never really liked tattoos, always seeing them on men that would talk big shit, saying how they are basically gods against men. So really maybe you didn't have a problem with tattoos, but with whom you associated them with.

And then the pictures dropped. Pics of Jungkook and his new sleeve tattoos, his knuckles graced with the word ARMY on them, and honestly you thought it was the hottest thing you'd ever seen. You did message your boyfriend asking him about them, well more like sending him the pictures with a message attached that said "Motherfucker what the fuck?!!!" You were experiencing a lot of emotion at the time, one particular emotion, one spark, that you never believed would come from a guy with ink, but one that always came from Jungkook.

Fuck maybe you shouldn't have thought of it so much, you could already feel yourself starting to get wet, getting more comfortable on his lap you grind lightly on his crotch, catching his attention.

"What are you up to princess?" Jungkook smirks at you, watching how your eyes dilate slowly and your expression becomes more lust filled.

You felt his strong hands move downwards on your ass, squeezing it tightly. You always did joke with your boyfriend that he had an ass kink, no matter how much he denied it. Always showed him photographic evidence of it, pictures of him and his hands on his members' asses or videos of him slapping them, there was even the time Jungkook said touching their butts was a way to relieve nerves before a concert.

He truly was an ass man.

"You like it babygirl?" He asked while he massaged your cheeks and squeezing here and there. You let out a whimper, moving your hips more, your eyes darted to his right forearm and bicep every once in a while, catching Jungkook's attention.

"What is it baby? What do you want?" He was teasing you and he knew it, you always got shy when telling him exactly what you wanted him to do, yet he loved hearing you say it and beg for him to give you a release. Yet you couldn't utter the things you wanted from him, thinking it might freak him out although you knew he'd give you anything and everything you wanted. "Come on baby, speak."

His big hands moved to your breasts, immediately pinching your clothed nipples between his fingers making your back arch and have your chest pressed against his own. Your hands planted themselves on his pecs this time, always loving the feeling of his hard muscles under your fingertips. Jungkook suddenly twisted your sensitive buds, you were moaning in delight at the attention you were given.

He started kissing your neck slowly, "You're not telling me Y/N." He said in a sing-sang voice, tone teasing with a hint of dominance, he wanted you to tell him, and he wanted it now.

"I-it's a little dirty." You stuttered, cheeks hot at the thoughts that were swimming around your head, at the actions and feelings you wanted to act upon.

"Oh I'm counting on that princess."

"It is also something we've never done and might be a tad weird." You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, your brain telling you to turn back now while there was still time and do everything like you always have, but your body was craving it, wanting to experience this. At least once. Jungkook gave an amused 'oh' at that, leaving wet, hot kisses on your jaw.

"Now I'm extra intrigued." He began sucking hard on your collarbone, no doubt leaving red marks all over them. You could feel his hardened bulge directly on your pussy, igniting the fire between your thighs even more. Suddenly you wanted nothing more than to get out of your jeans, the barrier between the pleasure that was awaiting you. Moving away from Jungkook for a second you began unbuttoning your jeans, wanting to get up and get them off but your partner had other plans. Jungkook flipped you and pressed your back against the sofa, easily hooking his fingers in your pants, as well as your panties, and sliding them down with ease.

He flipped you back so you were once again straddling his lap, your juices leaking out and making a mess of his gray sweats. You could feel the ache of your pussy, your clit wanting to receive attention from your super fucking hot boyfriend. Fuck, he is so beautiful.

"Tell me your fantasy Y/N," Jungkook whispered in your ear, making a shiver run down your spine in anticipation. 

"I-I want to ride," you lick your dry lips, moving your eyes from Jungkook's intense gaze to look down at his shirt. Jungkook cocked his head to the side, urging you to continue, "I want to try riding your forearm." You mumbled the last word while burying your face in his neck, shyness overtaking you after placing the request, despite you being half naked on top of him.

Jungkook grabbed your thighs, spreading them more over his lap, a smirk playing on his lips. He moved his left arm underneath them but halted as you grabbed his wrist, "Not this arm." He let out a chuckle, moving his right arm under you and lifting it so it's pressed against your throbbing bud. A delicious moan left your throat at the feeling of his skin against you, making you instantly move against it.

You dig your nails into his shoulders to steady yourself, eyes closing as you lost yourself to the feeling. The smooth skin rubbing at your most sensitive part, the knowledge that you’re making a mess of his gorgeous tattoos made your hips buck into his forearm more, needing to feel more. You were moving faster, feeling your release close in the pit of your stomach. Jungkook's fingers grabbed your ass and squeezed it, loving the way a gasp fell past your lips at the added sensation.

"Ah...mmm...fuck Kook!" You moaned into your boyfriend's neck, wrapping your arms tightly around it.

"Close, my love?" His tone was teasing, you were getting sloppier with your movements, going from front to back, to one side and other, in circles which did mean you were close and he knew it. "Come on babygirl, cum. Cum all over my arm. Make a fucking mess like you fucking wanted."

And those dirty words were enough to push you off the edge. The sheer thought of getting to see his veiny, tattoo-covered forearm covered in your cum, glistening with your sweet release was the last drop that spilled the water out of the glass. "Fuck! Jungkook!" You were cumming with a loud moan, riding out your high slowly. Your hips slowed down their movements at the oversensitivity of your clit. You felt kisses on your cheek and forehead, silent praises of 'you did so good' and 'such a good girl for me' fell past your boyfriend's lips.

"Was it everything you hoped for?" Jungkook asked as you lifted your head from his shoulder, his big bunny smile in front of your eyes. You nodded your head mumbling a 'yeah' in affirmation. You took a glance at his forearm, whining in delight at the sight, his arm and tattoos glistening in cum under the light. 

Jungkook started kissing your neck again, sucking sweetly, licking and biting intensely, no doubt making hickies that he'll gloat about later especially if someone points them out. At some point Jungkook lifted his hips up and took off his sweats down to his knees, you suppose you were sucked into your pleasure too much to notice him undressing. 

You looked down at his boxers immediately noticing the tent in them and a wet spot at the top of it, you moved your hand to the elastic band of his boxers and pulled them down to expose his cock. As it sprung free hitting his lower stomach your hand hovered over it before squeezing and rubbing the head of his cock which was spilling precum down his shaft. Jungkook hissed at your touch, his cock was very hard and sensitive and ready to be slipped inside your wet, hot cunt.

He lifted you by your thighs and positioned you directly over his dick, his head rubbing at your entrance teasing you as he slid it in a little then out. You mewled at the teasing of it wanting to feel him inside hitting that heavenly spot that made you go weak in the knees and cry out in pleasure. You tried lowering yourself down on his cock but Jungkook held you tighter not letting you on it.

"Not yet babygirl, not yet." He kissed your cheek, "Beg for it little slut." He entered you suddenly, his girth stretching your pussy pleasantly, yet he didn't move just yet only stayed inside of you, hard and unmoving. 

"Beg." Jungkook's voice was stern practically ordering you what to do and you fucking loved it. You loved when he dominated over you, when you gave him all of you, your mind and body, he took care of you so well. You tried moving on his cock, lifting your hips to feel the thrusts that always make you scream but were denied once again.

You whined at the loss of pleasure, cheeks heating up as you muttered the next words, "Please Jungkook fuck me with you cock. Wanna cum again. Fill me with your hot cum, please." Your face felt hot at the dirty way you begged for his cock, begged him to give you the pleasure only he was capable of providing. Suddenly you felt him thrust himself into you hard, immediately finding and hitting your G-spot earning a loud moan like whine out of you, nails digging into his shoulders. 

You felt full, felt complete.

Jungkook didn't give you any time to adjust to his cock, thrusting deep inside you which made you yell out in delight. He never slowed down his thrusts only lifting his hips inside you in perfect rhythm, the head of his cock hitting your spot over and over again bringing you closer to another delightful release. His grunts and low moans were only fuel that made the experience of his relentless work that much better. You loved when he moaned, when he grunts in pleasure that he was receiving from you. 

"Fuck baby, so nice and tight for me." He nibbled on your ear, "Love fucking this pussy." His sultry voice whispered in your ear, he knew how weak you got when he spoke like that. He pulled your shirt up to your breasts, pulling the bra down to expose them for himself. He licked both nipples at first, but began sucking on the left one, squeezing and massaging the right one. You bit down on your lower lip at the excessive amount of euphoria you were experiencing. 

"Mmm...ah fhuck." Your words were broken, eyes closed tightly and mouth opening to let out whimpers and moans. You couldn't focus on anything but his sweet licks and sucks, his massaging and squeezing, his powerful thrusts which were bringing you closer to your second orgasm and closer to his orgasm as well. "Mmm Koo need cum." 

He detached himself from your sensitive nipples with a loud pop, there was a throaty chuckle from your boyfriend, "You need cum, hmm? Whose cum baby?" You whined at his teasing, nibbling your lip again, he knew what you needed yet he was being a little jerk about it. "Oh wait little one, did you mean you need to cum?" You could only nod in agreement as you started moving your hips to the rhythm of his movements. 

"Fucking - ngh shit - fucking cum for me again,” he moaned again, throwing his head back against the couch before telling you to look at him and locking eyes with you. “Cream around my cock babydoll, milk it dry." If you thought his thrusts were hard before they started being merciless now. Jungkook was chasing his own orgasm as well and every time he became sloppier and harder with his momentum. A particular harder push against your spot had you cumming around him.

“Jungkook!” You were screaming his name in pure bliss, pussy tightening and keeping his hard dick inside. You felt his cock twitch, the feeling of your tightness had him cumming deep inside you as well, filling your wet walls with his hot, white seed. “Mghm...fucking hell!” 

Jungkook slowed down, hugging you around the waist, burying his face in your soft breasts, panting heavily. His girthy cock was still inside you keeping all his cum where it belonged, as he would say. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you tried catching your breath, hair sticking to your foreheads as you moved his wet bangs from it, giving a quick kiss on top of it.

Jungkook cradled your face in his hands, giving loving kisses on your swollen lips. “I love you.” He mumbled giving you yet another kiss that had you smiling into it.

“And I love you.” 

Jungkook embraced you into his chest, laying down with you on top of him. “Do you plan on taking your dick out of me?” You ask with a giggle against his neck, placing a small kiss there. He hummed silently while locking his fingers in your hair, running through it gently.

“Just a little longer.”

You gave a silent noise in agreement, cuddling closer to him. You could feel his cock becoming softer inside, yet you didn’t really care, you always enjoyed being close to Jungkook like this. You knew you’d have to get up to clean yourselves, but you wanted to stay like this a little longer.

“So, how did that kink work out for you?” You ears felt hot at his simple question.

“It’s not a kink.” You tried to weakly defend yourself, fists curling into his tank top..

“Suuuuure.” Jungkook’s sarcasm was practically dripping from his voice.

You whined, “It’s not a kink, I swear!” 

Jungkook only laughed at your response.

[nitaescence]

vi. plus one

genre : DDLG!au word count : 7.5k warnings — littlespace, use of sex toy (in public),‘daddy’ kink, overstimulation, con noncon, thigh job, dry humping, protected sex, voyeurism, aftercare

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Taehyung shuffled towards the couch where you were sprawled on, eyes glued to the wide colourful screen. He carefully placed one knee next to your joined legs and leaned forward to press his chest against your back. You were used to him cuddling you vertically, you kept your focus on the cartoon playing. He nuzzled your hair, inhaling your pleasant natural scent.

He stayed still just like that for some time and eventually left the comfort of your warmth to look at the TV as well. His attention was quickly drawn back to you and before you could react, he nimbly snatched from your mouth the strawberry-flavored lollipop he had given you after your meal as a treat for finishing your plate. You watched as the candy got trapped behind his smirk.

You furrowed your brows and writhed beneath him the best you could to show your discontentment. He looked down at you while shifting his weight on one arm to see the angry frown distorting your features. If there was something he would never get tired of, it was tormenting you, especially when there was nothing you could do about it — “no!” You whined, dragging on — especially when he got to hear the cute sounds of frustrations you made.

Jungkook had suggested to make some updates regarding the behaviors they had set for you to adopt and they both decided to have you babble some words occasionally; it was only meant to bring out your overall adorableness.    

Although you quickly fell back quiet, rolling out your bottom lip when your arm could not reach the candy Taehyung held teasingly in front of you. You slowly brought your fist to your mouth and blinked quickly.

“No, baby don’t cry.” He cooed, kissing your cheek. “Here,” your lips opened on command to welcome the lollipop in your mouth again.  

The afternoon went by uneventfully, with the exception of Taehyung who thoroughly enjoyed annoying you. You did not mind him manhandling you across the couch as if you were his plaything —as long as you could still watch your favorite TV show — it was always done with care and love; making you straddle his hips, his hands securing your body as he bounced you up and down, he smiled an impish grin as he ogled your breasts lightly jiggling.

By the time Jungkook came back home, Taehyung had you all giggling and flustered after tickling your thighs and burying his face between them so many times. The front door closed and your laughing died out as you squirmed away from Taehyung who gave you a pause, casually finger-combing his disheveled hair, to look at Jungkook walking inside the living-room with his arms full.

“I’m home,” he grunts unceremoniously as he dropped everything he was holding on top of the dining table. He started rummaging in one of the large bags he had brought with him and took out the candies you had requested him to get you.

He came to sit beside you, gave it to you and kissed your forehead. “tank you,” you shyly chirped all smiley and proceeded to sit on his lap.

Taehyung stood up to take a look at the content of the bags covering the dining table. “You got the package ?” He asked surprised,    

Jungkook did not look back, busy helping you opening the plastic bag. “I met the delivery guy on my way… Here, you go babe.”

You latched onto it and took out too many candies for your small hand to hold. Jungkook managed to catch those which slipped from you but you noticed one rolling down under the couch. He moved his arms to let you climb off him and crawled towards the edge of the armrest.

You heard them talking about a place to get to before a certain time before bending forward and looking for the deserter in question. You spotted it close enough to you for you to grab it. Your hands still clinging on the bag, reached back as back-up but the thigh high socks you were wearing made your legs slide along the leather fabric and prevented you from lifting yourself up. You could not use your other hand as your body weight would only help you fall flat on your face.

Your arm holding you up grew weak quickly and felt you would be falling at any time now. The helpless cries you let out had the two of them immediately halting their conversation to look at you and the enticing sight of your short skirt bunched above your butt, revealing your naked cheeks and panties as you yelped.

Jungkook nimbly slid sideway where you had crawled away from him. Chuckling, he gripped your hip strongly and in one effortless motion, he had your body tilted back up. “Baby, what were you doing down there? Hm?”

You let him cradle you in his arms, holding your candies in tight fists. He covered your face, red from all the blood gathered there, with soft kisses. “Let’s get you ready. We need to get going.”

You had finished all the candies by the time Taehyung had changed his clothes and Jungkook finished packing some of yours in your big baby blue bag. You held onto Taehyung’s hand after he had helped put your shoes on and walked out of the apartment.

“What about Mr.Teddy?” Smiled Jungkook as he handed you your soft toy you did not remember about it. You hugged the cherished toy against you, grateful as he fastened the car belt around you.

Taehyung stopped the car a couple of hours later in front of a tall and chic building. Jungkook walked you towards the entrance of the hotel while Taehyung took care of the few luggages with the porter. You went sit on of the large chair while they both met at the check-in desk.

Jungkook helped you swiping the card to get inside the room and pushed the door open. You slowly walked in and the first thing you noticed about the new place was the pleasant ambient smell mixed with fresh laundry. At the end of the small corridor, there was an opening on the right leading to a huge, luxurious bathroom. It faced the great room where two queen sized beds were perfectly made.

You went to sit on one of them while Jungkook and Taehyung settled their belongings. The sound of a bell ringing was heard a few minutes after and the porter walked in with the luggages.

“Do we make her change her clothes right now?” Asked Jungkook as he zipped down a large piece of cloth revealing a sparkling short red dress.

Taehyung pulled the back of his shirt over his head and opened one of the large bags at his feet, “I guess so. We don’t have a lot of time left.”

“Babe, come over here.” Jungkook held his hand open for you to take as he led you towards the other bed where the beautiful dress was. You let him take your soft toy out of your hands. “Arms up.”

He undressed you entirely, gathering the clothes in a different bag you guessed reserved for dirty ones. He picked a new pair of panties and a strapless bra from your bag. Taehyung left to open the door after the bell rang again while jungkook buttoned your dress which gave prominence to its low cut cleavage.

Taehyung showed up again followed by an unknown woman carrying a suitcase. You stared at her blankly as Jungkook went to greet her. Taehyung let his gaze travel to you as he slid his hands in his shorts pockets, pleasantly surprised and not able to take his eyes off you — shamelessly ogling your curves tightly hugged in the expensive garment he had chosen for you.

Jungkook walked back to you, “____, you are going to go with her, okay? She’ll do your makeup and hair like I told you remember?”

He gently grabbed your hand and rested his other on the small of your back to guide towards the bathroom where the lady was already settling her equipment. You sat on the pouffe moved right in front of the large mirror.

“We have around one hour ahead of us,” reminded her Jungkook. “I’ll be right here if you need anything.” He nodded his head and you mimicked him to show him you would be okay on your own.

An hour later, the woman was putting the finishing touches and eventually left to call the two men to see if they were satisfied with the result. You inspected your reflection in the mirror, leaning forward as you looked at yourself from all angles, loving with your look.

You slowly spinned the pouf to face Jungkook who was smiling at you. Dressed in an elegant dark grey suit, you felt your stomach flutter at his sight. You looked up at him, watching him taking pleasure in gazing down at your enhanced beauty. He let his fingers softly brush the couple of strands falling in your eyes.

Taehyung appeared walked in as well, just as handsome. The sight of his revealed forehead surprised you a little. He had left the top button of his black shirt open on his collarbones.

Shock shifted his features for a second, quickly replaced with a mix of satisfaction and awe the more he stared at you. His obsidian eyes held so much you felt yourself becoming red in the face and hot everywhere else.

He stopped right next to Jungkook and you never ceased looking at them, towering. You noticed a content smile curving Taehyung’s lips as he moved his hand to cup your chin. He ran the pad of his thumb across your dark red colored bottom lip and thought of ways he would like to see your lipstick smudged.

“I think it’s time we make use of our little gift for you..” He trailed lowly while moving his hand from your mouth to the back of your head where he gently curled his fingers around your hair in a dominant way. “I’ll go get it.”

“Stand up.”

You gazed up curiously at Jungkook who was chewing his gum. He grasped your arms and pushed the stool with his foot to have you leaning back against the edge of the double-bowl sink unit. “Wanna play with me?” He cupped your face and kissed your mouth tenderly.

You kissed him back, hesitantly at first, not sure of what he was referring to, but you were soon swooning over him the more you felt him pressing his chest onto yours. His hand slid along your ribcage and gripped your hip before travelling further down to rub against the expanse of your naked thigh.  “There’s nothing to be afraid of, sweetie.”

You averted your eyes above his shoulder when you heard Taehyung coming back, fiddling with a hot pink object and his phone.

“Open your legs for me.”

You looked back at Jungkook who was kneeling down between your feet. His mouth moved to rest gently against your inner thigh and you wanted to know why he was doing this at this moment. He seemed a little eager as he made his way further up. You pinched your lips together to prevent yourself from whining out as you felt his fingertips deftly stimulating you over your panties.

Your thighs wanted to close around his hand but you knew you would surely trip if you moved them. Jungkook was back to kissing your skin again and you could feel more of that warmth spreading in your lower tummy.

The second following, your intake of air was filled with that familiar floral scent and when you opened your eyes frowning a little, you saw Taehyung standing tall and offering you his hand for support. He was still leering, looking down at you with a lust-filled and sultry gaze, “just relax, sweetheart. Need to get you prepped.”

Jungkook’s fingers curled against your skin to lower your panties down and allow him to reach your lips wet with desire. You clenched your fist when you felt him coating his thumb and playing with your arousal, spreading it teasingly along your slit and smearing your throbbing clit. He chuckled hearing the sounds coming from you as you held onto Taehyung for purchase.

“She’s already dripping,” he huffed licking your soft skin before standing up again, suckling on his thumb and smiling to you with his eyes.

“Is she?” Taehyung suddenly inquired, not giving you enough time to adjust to his fingers as he inserted them in one go. You moaned out in surprise and gripped onto his wrist. Jungkook wanted to stop him but stayed put when he did not see you in any form of pain. “Fuck, you are… What has you so worked up, baby?”

You whined out when he brushed against you sweet spot. He leant forward to say very lowly in your ear “Was it because of Jungkook’s fingers?” He carefully moved his hand to have his pads rubbing tight circles on your clit and you hand tightened around his arm just as your legs began to shake. “Or mine? Either way, now is not the time we get to have fun… But…” He explained while removing his fingers all together. You frowned in frustration, looked up at him. “I want to give you something to keep you waiting.”

With his coated fingers, he grabbed the sex toy he had been busy setting and held it in front of your face. “Open your mouth.”

You obeyed in the blink of an eye, welcoming the biggest edge of the object between your lips. Once he thought you had coated the toy enough, he slowly pulled it out of your mouth smiling at you before claiming your mouth in a ravishing fashion that had breath knocked out of your lungs. You moaned in his mouth the more he kept pushing the toy inside you and broke the kiss once it was fully sheathed with the antenna properly placed on top of your pelvic bone.  

He reached for his phone, connected via bluetooth, and pressed the “on” button allowing a pleasant buzz to start spreading within you, picking up where their stimulation had stopped.

“Does it feel okay?” inquired Jungkook who had been silent the entire time. You nodded.

Taehyung pulled your panties back up and adjusted your dress. Jungkook led the way and you feebly followed him, feeling Taehyung pressing a reassuring kiss on the back of your head.

More and more unknown people gathered in front of the elevator, most of them were men dressed like your caregivers. Jungkook led you in first and Taehyung followed suit, staring down at his phone.

You looked around you while the cabin began moving up to bring you to the right floor where the party was and met the eyes of one of those men. He was staring at you, the content look in his eyes got you to grasp beyond the shadow of a doubt his trail of thought as he leered you.

You frowned slightly at him, putting up the meanest face possible, just like Taehyung had once taught you to do if other men laid their eyes on you and you felt uncomfortable, but it did not seem like the man was much affected by it and even granted you an ugly smirk. You lowered your gaze, defeated, and naturally turned around to seek comfort in Jungkook. You huddled against him and he slid his arm on the small of your back, smiling down at you sweetly.

His grin faltered when he noticed that same man still ogling you and his eyes hardened, now grasping the situation. His palm slid further down along your butt cleft, molding your dress tightly against your cheeks, and stopped to grab a handful of them, pressing you possessively against him. That was the moment Taehyung chose to turn the vibration mode on.

You tense against Jungkook, pink colouring your face at the sudden stimulation, and gripped onto the lapels of his jacket. He softly kissed your forehead, his angry look getting the better of the man who eventually showed some common sense.

The doors moved together and gave entrance onto a luxurious apartment where several people were already present. They were all dressed nicely and had a glass of sparkling wine in their hands. Your hand held Jungkook’s tightly as you walked further inside, still feeling the buzzing inside.

Taehyung waved at him, “I’ll go and say hello to everyone.” His hand came to rest gently on your cheek, “you’ll stay with him from now on, alright? I won’t be long.” He pecked you.

You kept looking quizzically where he disappeared in the crowd of his coworkers, not feeling Jungkook gently tugging on your arm. “Angel, you coming? Our seats are over there…”

The evening passed by uneventfully. You found yourself missing Taehyung’s presence and had not quite caught the reason he could not be there with the two of you. Jungkook did his best to keep you entertained.

The table you were sitting around was occupied by three other people and saying that watching Jungkook tending to you during dinner had not led to curious and quite confused sideways glances thrown your way would not be true. But you did not care and Jungkook learned not to either.   

Your attention had been mainly focusing on that toy vibrating inside you every now and then. Taehyung kept playing with you even though you were not in his field of vision, teasing you with an orgasm that always seemed out of reach and he knew you would never dare touch yourself in public.

You were sure, wherever he was, he was pleased at the thought that you, his sweet little girl, was growing frustrated with his shenanigans, needing release in the middle of all those people and that he was the one having control over your pleasure.

After the dessert had been served, he set it to strong and rumbly vibrations, thoroughly stimulating your g-spot and clit, resulting in you soaking even more your flimsy panties. You tried to lean your hips backward, opening your legs under the table a little more and get the chair to press against the toy to have it reach further deep inside you.

Jungkook had left to go to the bathroom. With your head hanging low and you hair hiding you a little from the strangers, you let out a soundless gasp when you managed to have the toy vibrating right where you could feel yourself throbbing with need. Almost indistinctly, you begin rotating your hips, unintentionally clenching and relaxing around it to bring your climax closer and closer.

A fist pressing against your mouth, you clenched your eyes tight as you felt your high coming. Your thighs were sweating from exertion but you never lost your focus, stifling your noises the best you could the more warmth kept spreading within your lower region. A hot wave of pleasure struck you and the toy stopped buzzing.

This time around, everyone at the table heard the pathetic whine that escaped your mouth and your face got even redder. Before any of them got to inquires about your unexpected reaction, you jolted straight up, legs feeble and wet, and slowly walked away. Your breathing was heavy and your core pitifully clenching in vain as you tried to find Taehyung.

You eventually spotted him at another table across the room. Your steps were little more steady as you zigzagged up to him and suddenly they came to a halt, rooting you to the spot the second you noticed Taehyung talking to two unknown women. Your assertion withered instantly and you were uncertain about what you should do next. Your heart told you not to pay attention to anyone else other than Taehyung but you felt it hurting the more you saw him smile, that same smile you were used to see addressed only to you.

You became a little upset. You stuttered forward after a man had bumped into you and when you looked back ahead of you Taehyung was staring at you. He stretched his arm and latched his long fingers around your thin wrist.

“____, you okay? Come…” His voice sounded soft and nothing in it alluded to other not so soft things he had been doing to you. The women were smiling kindly at you. You slowly shook your head and wrested your hand from his. He slightly furrowed his brows but kept smiling, “You’ll go back to Jungkook?”

You nodded and slowly turned away to retrace your steps. You found Jungkook standing up next to your table, calmly looking around. His eyes lightened up when he saw you.

He hugged you to him, nuzzling your hair, “what did I tell you about disappearing on me?”

Jungkook slammed the door of the uber car and the engine began droning. His eyes naturally looked for you and instantly noticed Taehyung’s hand resting idly above your knee, running his nails on your skin.

You let Taehyung rest his arm around your shoulder when he moves it.

“____, sweetie… Will you let Jungkook open your legs for me?” His tone was low not to draw the driver’s attention on you but Jungkook heard it loud and clear and now he was unable to tear his eyes away from the naked expanse of your thighs.

When he noticed Taehyung tilting his head up above yours to look at him with raised brows, he let his warm hands roam your skin, not without throwing glances stealthily at the man in the front. He did not force you and waited until you allowed him to touch further between your thighs.

Frowning, you slowly raised one of your feet on your tippy-toe when his tips brushed your inner thigh very lightly, rousing you all over again at one fell swoop.

“Fuc-” Jungkook frowned too when he catched a whiff of your enticing arousal. “Baby... You’re soaking wet,” he whispered, smearing your wetness on your skin and flipping his hand around to take a look at his glistening fingers.

Taehyung’s smirk widened into a smile as he nuzzled your hair again, “of course she is…” His voice was dangerously low, “did you like it when Daddy played with you, babygirl?” The next second, the toy came back to life and you bit onto your bottom lip. “Do you want me to continue our little game?” You whined a little and leant your head against his chest. “Keep her legs open,” he ordered Jungkook gravely.

The younger man firmly gripped both of your thighs with his two hands. His eyes were set between your legs — the things he would do just to get to bury his face there or have you ride his face to your heart’s content for the purpose of having a taste of you and extract those cute little sounds of yours from your abused mouth.  

Taehyung was just as riled up as him and it showed. He could feel his cock fattening against his thigh inside his pants the more he got to smell you and watch you struggle against Jungkook’s unmatched strength as he kept changing the patterns of the vibrations.

“dad- huh-” you whimpered very subtly, curling one hand around Jungkook’s veiny forearm.

“I know baby, I know,” Taehyung kissed your temple. “I know I was being mean earlier. I promise I won’t stop this time… But you gotta keep quiet if you want what you need, hm?”

Jungkook could feel the change the more you got stimulated and quickly the strain in your thighs when you had tried to close them disappear and they gradually relaxed, opening a little more. You straightened yourself and Jungkook looked down at you a little concern.

You nodded to show him you were doing okay and he did not oppose you when he felt your small hand gripping onto the hair on his nape to get his lips onto yours. Kissing him helped muffling a little your moans and you started feeling a little more at ease. He left one hand on your leg and cupped your face with the other, deepening the loving gesture when he felt your thigh starting to tremble beneath his touch which had even blood rushing down to, swelling his twitching length.

Taehyung kept an eye on the two of you and when he recognized your neighborhood, he intensified the vibrations, watching your lower body jerking as your orgasm suddenly and powerfully overtook you. He rubbed your thigh soothingly while Jungkook made sure to drown out your moans, swallowing them all. He eventually parted from you breathing heavily, lips red and eyes droopy.   

You were barely making sense of your surroundings that Jungkook was already pulling you out of the car to carry you in his arms and Taehyung brought up the rear.

“Put her down,” he calmly said once the elevator doors of their building closed behind him and went to lean against the wall across the two of you.  

You started whining when you felt Jungkook letting go of your legs as he gently helped you standing up. Keeping your arms around his neck, you slightly bounced up to get him to carry you again.

“Come over here.”

Your lips jutted out and your legs bent a little under your weight which earned a content smile from Taehyung. Jungkook stayed close to you.

“Don’t you pout at me little girl,” Taehyung shook his head. “I won’t repeat myself.”

You tottered towards him, brows furrowed as you gripped onto the handrail. Right when you were close enough to him, he lunged suddenly, pinning you to the wall, the large expanse of his shoulders hiding you almost entirely. You flinched a little. His hand holding his phone came to rest above your head serving as support while his other moved to lift your chin.

“If there’s something I hate,” hot air fanned your face as he squeezed your cheeks together. “It’s you acting like a spoiled princess. Look at me.” You reluctantly looked up at him, whining when you felt the vibrations stimulating you once again. You were still too sensitive and it hurt sensing the toy speeding up inside you relentlessly. You felt your legs on the verge of giving you up and you whined loudly, getting purchase on his jacket. Jungkook remained still, eyes set on you.

“Look at you,” Taehyung smirked, listening to your whimpers. He tilted his head at his friend, silently telling him to come join you. “Make her cum.”

Jungkook did not need persuading. His hand easily reached under your dress and between your legs. He slipped his hand inside your panties to get a hold of the buzzing device. You tried to protest, hands pushing and pulling his body in to show him you could not keep up anymore after he began thrusting the toy inside you, dragging it forcefully along your sleek walls and nearly numb clit, to no avail.

Your eyes were filled with tears and your whining became silent cries. They both get even more turned on with your arousal scent feeling the entire cabin. Jungkook surprised himself taking pleasure in pushing back your limits.

“I know it hurts, baby, but you’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you,” Taehyung encouraged.

You jerked in their arms, losing balance as you came a second time, clenching hard around the toy. Your juices trickled down along your shaking thighs and legs. The soaking wet toy enthralled Jungkook as he held it in his hand. You yelped softly, your body almost entirely collapsing to the floor.

“I got you, sweetheart. I got you,” Taehyung cooed carrying you in his arms.    

You were sitting on the toilet bowl naked, legs weak, while the two of them were undressing to get in the shower with you.

“i wan’ bomb..”

Jungkook cooed at your trailing voice, “it’s too late for a bath bomb, cupcake. You get washed and then it’s bedtime.”

They cleaned you first.

While rinsing the suds remaining on his lean body, Jungkook noticed from the corner of his eye Taehyung being extra touchy with you. He had his arms circling your front, gently rubbing the soapy luffa across your chest as his other hand rubbed the skin of your tummy.

He did not seem to mind Jungkook and shamelessly reached for his erect cock to sheath into the tiny gap between your thighs. He was whispering in your ears, tender words to try to coax you into his needs, slowly moving his shaft in and out which curved up against your sensitive lips. Jungkook teared his eyes from the sight, a little unsettled by his open lubricious behavior, and looked up at you. You were showing signs of fatigue and if it were not for Taehyung’s arms your legs would have already failed you.

“Alright, I’m done,” Jungkook announced loud enough for both of you to hear above the noise of the water.

Taehyung straightened behind you and you let him walk you until you were both under the shower head while Jungkook came out to dry his body with one of the clean towel nearby.

Taehyung turned you around and took the opportunity of washing you to let his hands roam your body unrestrainedly. His lips pressed against your wet skin, licking and sucking it tenderly while his hands kneaded your breasts.

You felt him adjusting his cock between your legs and his hands reaching for your ass to squeeze it tight and have you pressed up against his front and help himself jerk off at the same time. You felt your brain slowly disconnecting from everything around you as sleepiness overtook you, you were not responding to Taehyung’s touch but simply remained leaning against him, letting the warm water lull you to sleep.

“Done?” called Jungkook after he had loosely tied the towel around his hips.

Taehyung cradled your head to peek at your sleepy face, flaming because of the hot water. “Get her towel ready,” he mumbled without looking away from you.

You slowly turned around when Jungkook called you name and noticed him holding a large towel in his arms to wrap you up in. You let yourself softly fall against him and he covered your body.

He carried you out to the bedroom where he had turned the heat on for you not to catch a cold and gently put you down on the sheets. Kneeling, you were leaning your head on his shoulder, too tired to move away and ready to fall asleep at any time. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and gently rocked you side to side as he attempted to look down at you.

“Baby, you wanna sleep?” You slowly nodded, yawning a little and stilled again.

He reached for the nightdress he had prepared and nimbly put it on you. He gently patted your head to get all the excess water out of your hair and eventually helped you lie down on the comfortable pillows. He leant back up and it made you whine.

Jungkook looked down at your grabby hands. He explained softly, a lopsided smile curving his lips, “let me get some boxers on.”

You forced your eyes open until you got to feel his warm chest against you. You pressed yourself up against him, not letting any space between the two of you after tucking your face in the crook of his neck and clinging on your blankie he had made sure to bring with him.

He was adjusting the thick white covers on top of you when Taehyung appeared walking in and shutting the lights off. His hair was still wet and so was the towel he dropped right before slipping into bed.

Jungkook had a hard time falling asleep that night and it mostly had everything to do with you. Right after he had become aware of your braless breasts, he knew he would not be anywhere near sleeping mode even more after you had moved in your sleep and pressed your ass against his semi hard-on.

The feeling of his swelling arousal was unmistakable against your butt but he could not get himself to draw away from you, not when you smelled that good, felt that soft and pressed his hand against your chest. A quick glance thrown over your head and he knew Taehyung was fast asleep. He also knew he had no reason to feel ashamed of himself and that you would never blame him for being turned on by you yet he could not shake that uneasy feeling settling in.

You were shifting a little in your sleep, softly mumbling and whining and Jungkook naturally hovered over you to make sure you did not wake up. He gently moved his hand from your grip, cupped your face and softly kissed your cheek. You unconsciously snuggled more into him, your ass molding perfectly against his straining crotch. His breath caught as he involuntarily squeezed himself against it in response.

His hand moved down beneath his briefs in order to adjust his cock and get it into the best position for him to get stimulated just the right amount. Jungkook jerked himself a little, nuzzling your hair as he eased out some of the tension. He looked down at the tip of his cock peeking past the band on his boxers, he could barely see anything but he caught glance of his precum glistening in the light of the moon bathing the bedroom through the thin curtains.

He cupped and kneaded his balls, gasping softly, you stirred against him and he almost moaned out loud.

“Fuck…” His voice was barely above a whisper. He needed to get release or it would hurt.

He very slowly let his fingers reach your thighs, sliding along the soft fabric of your nightdress he carefully bunched up around your hips. He found you wearing no underwear suddenly very convenient. He used your blankie to cover you and prevent you from getting cold. His arm circled your lower stomach so he got to keep your butt securely right against his raging boner.

Jungkook tested how discreet the mattress allowed him to be, the last thing he would want would be having Taehyung waking up to him humping you in your sleep.

He tilted his hips to and fro, snuggling his length against the crack of your ass as hard as he could without waking you both up. He also had to make sure he did not rustle the covers too much.

His rhythm was not as quick and powerful as he wished it to be but it was enough to have him throbbing every now and then. He could feel adrenaline pumping in his veins, quickening his heartbeat the more time he spent rubbing himself against you, quietly grunting.

He closed his eyes, thinking back of you in the elevator coming on his hand, losing himself in the very pleasant feeling spreading within his core and before he got to realise it he was curling over you, pressing his hot mouth against your shoulder blade.

Jungkook annoyingly pulled his boxers further down and let his tip rest against your warm skin, staining it with his sleekness the more he kept rubbing it there. His grip around your body was tighter than what he intended to but you felt so good and he had already passed the point of no return.

His balls were clenching and relaxing and he felt the tension his sweet climax brought along diffusing in his core; he barely managed to slip his boxers back on before the first spurts of cum shot out of him. He bit onto his lip, breathing hard through his nose and clenching his eyes tight while his fist closed around his erect and concealed cock, pulsing hard as more and more layers of thick cum erupted with each of his pumps, making it oozing out the fabric.           

The thin layer of sweat covering the top of his heaving chest and his pelvis glistened in the dark room as Jungkook gradually came down his high. He quietly cleared his throat and took a look at the mess he made of himself.

He carefully got rid of his boxers and wiped the remnants of his sperm off his skin with it, discarding it on the floor. He felt better now as he gazed down at you innocent and still sound asleep.

You shifted onto your back and your hand softly found its way on his chest, Jungkook gently cradled it with his, kissed your lips and eventually fell asleep. 

The first thing Taehyung felt when he woke up was your body pressed up against him. He blinked his eyes open, slowly turned his head and noticed that in your sleep you had left Jungkook’s side of the bed for his. He could not see your face with your head facing Jungkook but a smile naturally curved his lips at the sight of you so close to him.

He stretched his body and yawned silently before hovering over you. He brushed some of your hair to reveal your face. Your skin felt warm against his lips. He hugged your body for a while, breathing the fruity scent your shampoo left in your hair. Jungkook was also still asleep, his body facing yours.

Taehyung eventually got up to go wash himself. None of the two of you had moved when he came back. He stood still at the foot of the bed with his phone, checking his notifications. He went through all of them very quickly, the thought of you strong enough to pull him right back to you.

He put the device away and came closer to the bed, he was endeared by the sight of your stretched leg peeking out from under the covers, not long enough to reach the edge of the mattress. He lightly ran the tip of his finger along your sole, a small chuckle escaping him when your toes curled a little. He carefully climbed up and pulled the covers away from you. Staring at your naked legs, he mindlessly felt himself, reaching for his erect cock twitching after he had laid his eyes on the curve of your bare ass.

He slowly brushed the back of your legs up and down, softly kneading the skin of your thighs before ripping open the condom he has brought with him with his teeth. He gently leant forward and lay down on your back, careful not to put his entire weight on you. Snuggling himself into you, he could not help but thrust a little up against you when he finally felt your ass.

He nuzzled your hair and dipped his face in the crook of your neck,“mm’baby… Baby bear…”

You were not responding to his whispers. The slight scrape of his chin skimmed along your cheek, waking the sensitive stretch of skin with a prickly awareness.

You shifted a little beneath, he felt you desiring to turn around but did not let you, earning confused whimpers from you.

He kissed your face, “shhh little girl, daddy needs to have you now…”

“but i’m asweep-hmph-”

“That’s okay…” He spat on his fingers and got the tip wet before gripping his cock, blindly looking for your entrance, gasping a little when he felt it catching right on the edge. “Just, mhm... let daddy have what’s his…”

Tiny whimpers fell out your mouth as he slowly inched himself inside you, his girthy length splitting your lips open.

“Open up for me, come on... Let me in, come on take it all... Take all of my cock, yeah… Fuck, you’re so tight baby, oh shit-” He grunted above you, fitting himself entirely in. “God that feels nice...”

He tried to keep his voice the lowest possible not not to get caught by Jungkook but rather not to disturb his sleep. He did not really care about his friend catching him balls deep inside you.

You frowned, fingers curling around the sheets,“daddy-”

“I’m right here with you, baby.” Taehyung kept a slow and steady pace, pushing himself entirely in and tilting his hips back right before his tip could come out. You felt him struggling not to crush you under him,“I want you so bad I can hardly breathe.”

He dipped his head further down to pepper your face with wet, hot kisses, cursing underneath his breath. “Those little whines only make me want you more, princess...”

His deep, husky voice was a jolt of toe-curling heat to your senses. He pinned you with his weight, pressing his hard length against your sensitive walls. You gasped and arched a little against him helplessly.

“That’s it baby- huh, fuck… I wanna fuck you so hard… and so long…”

The wrestling of sheets, inevitable with all your writhing, ended up stirring Jungkook. His mind was foggy and he barely managed to open his eyes as he lightly stretched himself. Frowning a little, he shifted onto his front and rubbed one eye.

He tried to open them again, hearing your familiar whining voice and only then started to feel the subtle rocking of the mattress. His body went rigid when his sight had finally cleared, staring a little dazed at Taehyung curled over you leaving his doings little to no imagination despite not being able to see the two of you entirely.

He could hear Taehyung’s grunting, “fuck- You’re so wet… You’re really into this aren’t you… letting me having it- having you my own way, hm.”

Jungkook’s face started blushing and he automatically recalled last night where he had contemplated doing the exact same thing to you and get to make you moan just like you were and feel your body tensing beneath him.

You let out a stammered whimper after Taehyung drove his entire throbbing cock inside you, feeling that one big thick vein that ran the entire length of the shaft bulging out while he dragged his cock slowly along your velvet walls. He halted himself thrusting in solely the tip, letting his big ridge where the head meets the shaft tease the edge of your pussy.

You whined in desperation, trying to impale yourself back on him. He let out a low chuckle, his mouth curving against you and making that place deep in your heart ache with pleasure.

“Do you feel it, huh- do you feel it baby,” he susurrated in your ear. “Just teasing you with that tip right inside your pussy, hmm-” He began sliding in deep, “Fuck yes, take it deep... Come on,take it... Nice and deep...  uh- yeah- feel my pulsing cock, feel it fucking stretch you right open for me- God that’s good...”

Your moaning was heard in the entire room making Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s cocks twitch. “dadd-”

“Fuck, you’re trembling baby” Taehyung hissed. He easily twined his fingers around yours to hold your hand, comforting you.

He crushed you into the mattress. And feeling his weight putting pressure on your core had it clamping hard around him. The knot in your lower stomach slowly came undone, unlashing hot waves of pleasure shaking you from within as you reached your climax.

“I’m gonna fill that fucking little nasty pussy of yours…” Taehyung’s grip tightened around you and he kept thrusting inside you, using you to get himself off.

The veins in his neck bulged out; he could feel his cum moving through his shaft and eventually gushed out inside the condom while growling lowly, his chest hummed against your sweaty back as he pushed himself as deep as possible. Bucking his hips hard against your ass, he slowly rode his high out, kissing your flushed face.

Spent, his lazily withdrew his softening cock from your wet pussy making you mewl in oversensitivity. He tried to tie the condom quickly to get to cuddle you already. You let him make you face him so he could coddle you and cover your face with loving kisses.

You started giggling, the sweet sound of your voice coming out loud and clear.

“I think we woke up Jungkook,” Taehyung whispered to you with a mischievous grin.

You instantly turned your head around to look at him half hidden behind the covers. You pushed them away and revealed his shirtless torso. His long, messy hair covered his eyes but you could see him looking tiredly at you.

There was no use in pretending not having seen or heard the two of you yet he was careful not to meet Taehyung’s gaze.

Jungkook smiled faintly at you and slowly lifted his arm. Taehyung yawned out loud, mumbling something about getting some room service, and allowed you to crawl towards him, retrieving your blankie at the same time and snuggled yourself in his embrace.

Despite your body warmth, Jungkook felt a little cold.

next part : vii. “...daddy?”

[hobiorbit]

hopping into love VI (m.)

pairing: (mainly) park jimin x hybrid!reader, hybrid!jeon jungkook x hybrid!reader, sligh hybrid!hoseok x hybrid!reader warnings: male masturbation, blowjobs (m/f giving), panty kink, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, creampie, threesome (m/m/f), cunnilingus, public sex, knotting, reader is biologically female summary: In which Jimin has no idea what he’s getting himself into when he adopts you, and he finds both him and Jungkook sexually and romantically infatuated with you A/N: so this is the last chapter of this series. i’m so happy it’s received so much support, and i really hope it lives up to any and all expectations you might have had for it. once again thank you to everyone! <3

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“Y/N, what did i tell you about putting sunscreen on?” Jimin looked at you with a certain sternness in his eyes that made you cower slightly, jutting your bottom lip out. “It’s sticky…. And I can’t reach!” You answered, crossing your arms.

Your owner and Taehyung- along with your two hybrid friends decided that there was no other way to celebrate the transition from spring to summer than having a picnic. So, you had all packed up and gone to a quiet spot away from the loudness of the city, where you’d spend most of the day playing around with the two other hybrids- if Jimin would let you have fun.

Your owner eyed you as you crossed your arms in front of your body, wrinkling the fabric of your frilly tank top. It went nicely with the bottoms you’d chosen to wear that day, a light wash denim skirt. Your looked darling, everyone could see it. Your excuses hardly seemed to phase Jimin, and your pout increased when you could hear Jungkook and Hoseok sniggering about how you were in trouble.

“Hey, you guys. Why don’t you start unpacking the food?” Taehyung told the other two hybrids, not wanting an argument to break out. The two had a tendency to gang up on you, and they would unknowingly take it too far.

Jimin sighed as he bent down to his backpack, pulling a tube of sunscreen out of it. Your excuses to avoid the assault of the liquid never seemed to work. No matter if you burned or not, Jimin would lather you with it anyway, saying it protected you from a lot more than burns.

“Come here.” Jimin told you, not bothering to look up and meet your gaze. He knew you’d be frowning at him, and all he really cared about was making sure you were safe from the sun for the rest of the day. You trudged over to your owner, ears flat against your head as you wished you were down in the valley with the other hybrids and Taehyung.

“It’s really not that bad, Y/N. Turn around, and move your hair so I don’t get any sunscreen in it.” Jimin told you. You obeyed, gathering your hair in your hands and lifting it up so Jimin could slather sunscreen onto the exposed skin of your back. You whimpered from the coldness against your skin, but stood still as he began to rub it in.

Once your back was covered, Jimin moved to your arms and shoulders, before leaning down and covering your legs. You were about to walk away when Jimin grunted in disapproval, making you turn back to look at him curiously. He was signalling to his face and chest, making you deflate.

Jimin sent you a beautiful smile nonetheless. He carefully applied sunscreen to your face, looking into your eyes and admiring you as he did so. Your eyes were wide as you stared back at him, a small frown on your lips as you patiently waited for him to finish. When your face was sufficiently covered, Jimin squeezed your cheeks and leaned down to place a kiss on your lips.

You immediately smiled into the gesture, returning it until he pulled away a couple seconds later, quickle covering your chest in sunscreen before kissing your forehead, bringing you over to where the rest of the boys had set up.

“Y/N! Over here!” Hoseok shouted, patting the spot he and Jungkook had left in between them. You walked over, plopping down in between them. Taehyung handed you the sandwich Jimin had packed you, which you took gratefully. Taehyung and Jimin began to unpack different snacks- fruits, crackers, and even some sweet things you and Jungkook had begged Jimin to let you get.

Jungkook immediately started chomping down on his sandwich, and you quickly followed suit. You hummed happily at the taste, tail twitching in happiness behind you. Once you had half your sandwich done, you grasped your water bottle. You gulped down a few big drinks, some water leaking out the side of your mouth. Hoseok wiped the side of your mouth caringly, chiding you for behind messy.

“Here comes the airplane~” Hoseok teased, wiggling a baby carrot in front of you. You opened your mouth and entertained him, giggling at the airplane noises he made. You carefully took it into your mouth, avoiding the dog hybrid’s fingers. Once he took his hand away you began chewing normally, quickly going back to your sandwich as you observed everyone around you.

Jungkook was done first, which wasn’t a surprise at all. Jimin tended to take his time with his food, and while Taehyung was also never in a rush, the bites he took were ginormous. Hoseok tended to be fast with everything, but sometimes he slowed down enough to enjoy his food rightfully.

“Hurry up… I want to go play.” Jungkook groaned, flopping onto the blanket spread out below you. You looked down at him, cheeks full with food. He smiled, bringing a finger up to your cheek. You smiled and swallowed, quickly eating the last few bites of your sandwich as Hoseok followed suit.

“We’re gonna go into the forest and walk around. It looks pretty cool in there.” Jungkook told both of your owners. Jimin nodded slowly. “You have your phone, right?” Jimin asked, and Jungkook digged around in the pocket of his jeans before fishing out the object in question. Jimin smiled, looking toward you.

“If they’re mean to you, come back here. And you guys,” Jimin broke his gaze to look at the two male hybrids. “Be nice to her.” Taehyung nodded, holding up his fingers to his eyes before switching them to Hoseok, a silent way of telling the hybrid his eyes were on him. Hoseok laughed happily, wagging his tail.

“Okay, okay! Let’s go.” Jungkook said, grabbing your hand and dragging you along in the direction of the wooded area, walking onto a somewhat worn path. It was a beautiful spot, sunlight shining through the trees as everything was painted green. Different foliage and earthy scents bombarded your senses, making you feel at peace with where you were.

Hoseok ran ahead of the two of you, sniffing random things and looking around excitedly. You stayed closed to Jungkook’s side, perfectly happy with following along and observing the dog hybrid’s actions.

“Look at that tree!” Hoseok said, pointing farther into the forest. Jungkook had taken special care to remember the turns you were taking, which you were thankful for. You followed Hoseok’s finger to the tree he was pointing at. It was definitely huge, the diameter of it so large that even with both of his arms spread around it, Hoseok couldn’t even make it halfway around.

“Oh, wow.” You said, eyes wide as you observed the colossal tree. Even Jungkook seemed to take interest, quickly joining Hoseok in observing it. The ground around it was covered in luscious green grass, the entire scene looking straight out of a movie.

“Y/N, come here!” Hoseok nodded toward you. You obeyed, walking over and looking at the tree. “Wanna play a game?” Hoseok whispered into your ear, making you shiver as your thighs clenches. The dog always had an effect on you when he wanted to.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Through the corner of your eye, you observed Hoseok looking at Jungkook, almost as if seeking his approval before speaking again.

“You’re going to bed and keep your hands on the tree while Jungkookie and I have fun with you. Sound like a plan, baby?” Hoseok asked you, caressing your waist. Your eyes widened at how bold he was, but you nodded. “Yes…” You said afterward, knowing that Jungkook had a tendency to not do anything until you verbally confirmed you wanted it to happen, no matter how your body was reacting.

Hoseok seemed pleased with your response, because he gently bent you until you were pressed against the tree, hands touching the rough bark. Your cheek was resting against your hand, giving you a somewhat restricted view of what was going on behind you. You felt Hoseok pulling your skirt over your hips more than you felt it, and before you knew it your panty clothes core was exposed to both of the hungry hybrids.

Hoseok cooed at the cuteness of your panties, bringing a hand up to mess with your tail, resulting in you keening and wiggling your hips. If the wet spot on your underwear wasn’t apparent before, it definitely was now.

“Oh, my little bunny. So excited to play with another man… Are Jiminie and I not enough for you?” Jungkook chided while pressing light, feathery touches to your clit over the soaked cloth of your underwear. Your eyes widened in panic as you shook your head, both boys laughing at your reaction.

“No… Love Jungkookie and Jiminie.” You pouted, plump lips pushing outwards looking deliciously enticing.

“Don’t worry, baby. I was just teasing. You gonna be a good girl for us?” Jungkook asked. You nodded. “Yes, Kookie. Please play with me.” You answered, causing Hoseok to groan. He took your words as a signal to start, hooking his long fingers under the waistband of your underwear and pulling them down to your knees.

“You’re soaked. Excited for my knot, huh baby?” Hoseok asked you, making you keen in excitement. The mere thought of being stretched around Hoseok’s knot had you gushing, aching to be filled.

“Yes, Hoseokie, want you to fill me up…” You whined, arching your hips so your ass was on display for both men behind you. Jungkook gripped your waist. “Patience, bunny.” Jungkook told you, making you stop your movements, albeit slowly. When you were still again Jungkook ran his fingers down your cunt, wetting them before sliding a digit in.

You whimpered at the friction caused, focusing on the pace Hoseok set. You could hear the squelching of your pussy, only proving how wet you were. Jungkook rubbed his cock over his jeans, biting his lip at the sight.

“Fuck, I need to taste you.” He finally said, sinking to his knees and tonguing at your went cunt as Hoseok continued his assault. The extra stimulation had you moaning out loud, lost in pleasure. Jungkook tongued at your clit harshly while Hoseok added a second finger, hitting the one spot inside of you that made you go crazy.

“K-Kookie, Seokie, I’m gonna cum.” You whined, writhing your hips against their movements. Jungkook digged his hands into your thighs in an attempt to keep you still as both of their movements became harsher and faster, attempting to get you to reach your high. In barely any time, your mouth was open in a silent scream as you gushed onto Hoseok’s fingers, getting Jungkook wet too, no doubt.

They both stepped back, Hoseok wiping his hands on the side of his track pants, taking in your form as you tried to recover from your orgasm. You were breathing heavily, hair disheveled as your tongue had snuck out of your mouth, almost panting.

“You’re so good for us. Do you think you can do it again for me? I really want to stretch you out… I’m sure you could put that pretty mouth of yours to use for Jungkookie, yeah?” You licked your lips, suddenly feeling very rejuvenated.

Nodding, you agreed to Hoseok’s inquiry. “Yes, Hoseokie. I can do it again.” He gave you a wide smile, one that felt entirely unfitting for the current events, but you returned it nonetheless. Hoseok slid his track pants down enough to free his cock, grabbing it and pumping it a few times while staring straight at your soaking pussy.

“Gonna mount you, knot you up and fill you with my pups. You want it, right baby? Want to carry my pups for me? We’ll have to carry you back when we’re done here because you won’t be able to walk, gonna fuck you so hard.” Hoseok told you, making your eyes almost roll to the back of your head.

“Please! Mount me, make me yours!” You begged him desperately, wanting nothing more than for Hoseok to stuff his cock inside of you and fuck you. He seemed pleased enough, because he grabbed your hips tightly and guided his cock into you, groaning at the pleasure that surrounded him. He immediately started a bruising pace, leaving you to cry out as Jungkook went to your side, smoothing your hair back and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“So fucking tight, taking me like a champ. So good for me, baby.” Hoseok told you, running a hand over your tail once again that had you keening against Jungkook’s lips, kissing him like it was your lifeline. Your mind was completely jumbled, the only thoughts in your mind were consumed by the two hybrids who held every bit of your attention.

“Y/N, can you take me? Use your mouth for me, baby?” Jungkook asked you gently, to which you only nodded through your whimpers and whines as Hoseok continued his assault on your pussy. You weren’t sure how much longer you could last, and by the sound of it Hoseok wasn’t in very good shape either.

Jungkook got to work freeing his cock from his jeans, quickly guiding it to your mouth. You immediately suckled on the tip, circling your tongue around it before beginning to bob your head on his cock. Your movements were jerky and not very fluid due to the absolute harshness of Hoseok’s thrusts.

“One isn’t enough for you, huh bunny? Need two cocks to keep you happy? Fuck, you look so good stuffed full.” The older hybrid commented, slapping your ass which had you moaning around the other rabbit hybrid’s cock. Jungkook weaved his hand into your hair, guiding your head down his cock as he threw his head back and moaned.

Your pussy spasmed around Hoseok’s cock, signalling you were close. He cursed, speeding up his movements as the rim of your pussy started catching on him, a tell tale sign that his knot was forming. You moaned, sending vibrations up Jungkook’s cock.

“Fuck, I’m gonna knot you. Are you ready, Y/N?” Hoseok asked, keeping his dark gaze on you as you tried to nod as best you could with a cock inside your mouth. Jungkook’s hips stuttered. He pulled out of your mouth, giving you free reign to moan. The other rabbit hybrid jerked his hand over himself. “Gonna come on your pretty face, bunny.” Jungkook told you, and you immediately stuck your hand out. That seemed to be the boiling point for both hybrids, Jungkook spilling himself over your face and Hoseok stuffing his knot into your pussy. You cried out from the stretch, enjoying every second of it.

Hoseok leaned over your back, kissing your shoulder as he rubbed your clit, allowing you to finally cum around his cock again, leaving you entirely worn out. Jungkook scooped up his cum from your cheek, holding his fingers out for you in a silent command to clean them off. You did so, swirling your tongue around his digits as you felt Hoseok’s hot cum inside you.

“How long is that gonna take to go down?” Jungkook asked, nodding toward where you and Hoseok’s bodies were joined together as he fixed his clothing. Hoseok was still breathing hard, kneading a hand into your thigh to try and release some tension from standing in the same position for so long. He carefully lifted you up so you were standing, back against his chest.

“Only about ten minutes.” Hoseok yawned. Jungkook took off his jacket, setting it on the ground. Immediately, Hoseok dragged you down to sit in his lap as you bathed in post orgasmic bliss.

“How are you feeling, bunny?” he murmured to you, cradling you in his arms. You smiled at him and Jungkook. “Full.” You commented, making them both giggle in response.

“Thanks for playing with me, Y/N~ I’ll try and convince Taehyungie to stop and get some ice cream for all of your efforts. You were such a good girl.” Hoseok said. You smiled, kissing his cheek before reaching a hand out to Jungkook. He squatted next to you, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Jimin’s probably wondering what’s taking us so long.” Jungkook commented, not seeming very concerned. His phone hadn’t buzzed, so it either slipped Jimin’s mind or he had more confidence in all of you than he admitted.

“Oh, he knows exactly what happened and you know it. No one can resist this little bunny.” Hoseok said, patting a hand on your thigh. You only smiled in response.

It was true. No one really could resist you.

[rogermeddowsx]

office parties suck part 1

word count : 2.5k 

contains : slight bad language, literally not even. 

author’s note : hi, this is my first fic on here so please be nice to me haha :) also please bear in mind that there are mistakes. there also isn't much of a backstory for reader, just wait. there will be in parts to come x

“Leaving already?”

Your head turned to the direction of the voice. A man stood behind you, leaning on the narrow table in the hallway. Your hand rested on the door, and you shut it softly. The man ran his hands through his dirty blonde hair. You extended your hand out towards him.

“Ben.” He said, taking your hand and shaking it firmly. “Nice to meet you.”

You introduced yourself and the way the handshake lingered slightly, tinted your cheeks.

“Well, Ben, as nice as it was talking to you,” you kept your eyes on him as you fumbled around behind you for the doorknob. “I was leaving.”

You shouldn’t be, leaving that is, it was your best friend’s engagement party after all. And now that you’d met Ben, he was certainly giving you a reason to stay. You had to be up early though, and you didn’t fancy going into work hungover, and with no sleep. If you left now, you would turn up at your shitty office, hungover.

“Wait.” He said, stumbling forward; his hand slammed against the door in front of you, making you wince at the noise.

Ben cringed and mouthed a ‘Sorry.’

“So how do you know the bride, o- or groom?” He stuttered, making you giggle.

“Are you drunk, Mr. Ben?” You tucked your hair behind your ear.

“No, actually. I just wasn’t sure.” He chuckled, actually chuckled, nervously and scratched the back of his neck.

Oh my God, his laugh.

Nope. No. You didn’t just think that.

“I’m with the bride. Her best friend.” You smiled at him, captivated in his olive-green eyes. “You?”

“The groom, he’s my best friend.” He shrugged on his skin coloured leather jacket. You furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you? I’m coming with.”

“We’ve only just met.” He only laughed at your look of confusion.

“Then let’s get to know each other.”

It’s cold. Why on earth did Ben insist on walking you home? You wrapped your arms across your chest, trying to conserve heat. Ben watched as you shivered in your tank top and skirt.

She’s an idiot. It’s snowing for Christ’s sake!

“Want my jacket?” He began to take it off when you stopped him by placing yours on his arm.

“No, no. Please. Keep it.”

He took it off anyway and draped it across your shoulders. You smiled at him gratefully, tugging your arms through the fluffy lining of the jacket. The winter air was biting away at his nose causing it to go pink. The tips of his ears were also starting to go a deep crimson. From the corner of the street you saw a pub, brightly lit and sounding lively. You took his cold hand in yours and pulled him in the direction of the pub. His hand stayed firmly grasped in yours as you took him to a booth. The warmth radiating from the fireplace contrasted with the bleak weather outside. As you sat across from Ben, you blew into your hands and rubbed them together to keep them warm.

The pub was busy. At the bar was a rowdy group of men, shirts that were once neatly tucked into their slacks were now unbuttoned and half empty pint glasses were in each of their hands. Across from them, clearly from their office, were a bunch of girls, hair drowned in spray and lipstick smudged slightly off their lips.

“Ah, office Christmas parties. I don’t miss them.” Ben broke the silence. Your gaze shifted from the party to the man in front of you. His ears were slowly regaining their colour as he warmed up. You hunched your shoulder closer into his jacket and laughed.

“I have one tomorrow.” You rolled your eyes. “Dreading it.”

He cocked his head. “You work in an office?”

You scoffed.

“No, no. I just- didn’t peg you as the type.” He stuttered.

A smirk tugged your lips upwards.

“And what did you have me ‘pegged’ as Mr. Ben.”

“Hardy.”

“I’m sorry?”

“My name.”

Your mouth made an ‘O’ shape. You giggled.

“Joe told me you were a musician.”

Joe? Your best friends’ fiancée?

“Failed.” You said sharply. You cast your eyes down to the kinks in the wooden table. It felt like an eternity before Ben finally spoke, standing up and clapping his hands together.

“Drink?”

You looked up at him. His eyes crinkling as he smiled. His hands were still clasped together as he looked expectantly at you.

“I shouldn’t-”

“Nonsense. Besides, I want to hear about your musicianship, and I have a feeling you won’t tell me unless you have a Jack and coke in you.”

You scrunched your nose up at the thought.

“Not a fan?” He laughed. “Vodka and coke?”

You shook your head. “Not really. Merlot?”

He nodded and made his way to the bar. You sighed heavily. Your future self would not thank you in the morning. Quickly, you glanced at the gold banded watch sitting on your wrist. You should be at home. Sleeping.

Ben came back almost as quickly as he had gone. He passed you a large glass of a deep red wine. As you took it gratefully, your fingers swiftly brushed his. You could feel your cheeks heat up. He had a pint of Guinness, beads of condensation dripping from the glass. You watched as he took a large gulp, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, sighing in satisfaction. He shifted uncomfortably due to his soggy jeans, wet from snow. Then his eyes bulged in realization and he patted at his jean pockets. He swore under his breath. Without him noticing, you moved your hands to the pocket of his jacket, pulling out what you could only assume as what he was looking for.

“Oh, thank God.” His hands flew up to his chest as he gasped.

You jangled the keys in front of him, a large smirk making its way across your face.

“Stooooop.” He whined as you moved the keys out of his reach when he leaned across the table to get them. Time seemed to slow as his elbow knocked your glass. It wobbled before completely tipping over, its musty crimson contents spilling over the edge of the table and dripping onto your skirt. As it dribbled down your leg, Ben’s voice broke you from your trance.

 “Oh I- err- God,” he stuttered. His hands flew all over the place, his eyes searching for something to clear up the mess. You stared dumbfoundedly at your lap, the red wine seeping deeper into your suede skirt.

“I’m so sorry.” Ben’s eyebrows drooped as he apologized. His chair scraped across the floor as he leant over to the table next to you, grabbing a few napkins. His pushed his hands out towards you, passing the crumpled paper to you. You took them appreciatively and started to dab at your skirt to absorb some of the excess liquid that had pooled in your lap.

“Will it stain? I’ll pay for a new one, or your dry cleaning?”

You laughed out loud.

“Honestly, Ben, it’s fine.” You had dried off as much as you could, the wine still leaving a patch of your skirt sodden. He gulped down the rest of his Guinness; looking at you for a moment before standing and clumsily extending his hand. You looked at him curiously, but took it in your own, nonetheless. His palm was hot and slightly wet from the drops of condensation on his glass.

“Let me take you home. You need to wash your skirt.”

Still holding his hand, you exited the booth and walked towards the door of the pub. You looked up at him, he was much taller than you. You came up to just below his shoulder, making it feel like he towered over you. His hand encased yours completely. As soon as you stepped out of the pub, the cold air hit you like a harsh punch to the face. You shivered into Ben’s jacket.

“Ben, is this your way of telling me you want to see me without a skirt?” You smirked.

Is he…blushing? No, he’s probably pink from the cold.

“It’s my way of inviting myself into your house for another glass of wine.” He looked down at you. “And for the story behind your music.”

Well, you couldn’t argue with that. You should. You still had work early the next morning. But as you and this handsome stranger were stood, shivering at the bus stop – too cold to walk any further – you couldn’t help but feel intrigued by Ben. Grace, your best friend (and the bride) and her fiancée, Joe, hadn’t mentioned him. You wondered why. Grace was brilliant at setting you up. Not with future suitors, that was obvious as you were currently single, but with one-night hook ups you could giggle about with her on the phone the next morning.

There was no denying that Ben was your type. The blonde, floppy hair and his tall muscular build were down to a ‘T’. Up ahead, the blinding headlights belonging to the bus came closer and closer. Your hand was instantly cold as Ben dropped it from his to take his wallet out of his pocket. He gave you a small smile as he stuck out his arm. The bus rolled to a stop in front of you, a puff of air released as it prised its doors open.

It was a short bus journey to your house, one spent nattering away to Ben about his dog, Frankie.

“Honestly, she’s such a good girl. I’m trying to convince Joe to let her be part of the wedding.” Ben said, excitedly. You looked at him endearingly, admiring the way his eyes lit up and his smile reached his ears when he spoke about his dog. It made the long walk down your road more enjoyable. You laughed, and nodded, and interjected when you could during Ben’s stories. He was undoubtedly the easiest person you’d ever had the privilege of talking to.

You lived in a large, three story, semi-detached house down a long road of similar looking buildings. There were around five or six stone steps leading up to your house, the door on the left and big bay windows on the right. As you walked up to the door, there were bushes of lavender and carefully placed potted flowers.

“How was the party?” You heard as soon as you opened the door. Glancing to your right, you saw you roommate, Miles, sat in the bay window, scrolling through his phone. The inside of your house was dim, due to the minimal lighting. Your living room and kitchen were open plan, the only thing dividing them was a round wooden dining table. The back room was separated by a wall and a door. You had converted it into an office when you first moved in. It had a desk each for you and Miles, both littered with paperwork and pencils, surrounding your computers. French windows led into the small back garden. You’d spent all your free time in the summer working on the garden, watering and planting flowers and painting the little shed, hidden by the Weeping Willow tree. Now, however, the plants were drowning in the snow, bare from the petals they had lost.

After kicking your shoes off once closing the door, you took off Ben’s jacket and draped it over the radiator. You welcomed Ben in.

“Ben, meet my roommate, Miles. Miles, meet Ben.”

As they exchanged a small wave and a smile, you grabbed a bottle of wine from the counter and two glasses from the draining board, then motioned for Ben to follow you upstairs. Miles gave you a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, but you brushed it off, and grabbed Ben’s hand.

You pulled him into your room and shut the door behind you. Ben looked around your room in awe. Your bedroom was at the front of the house and as the blinds were open, the only light came from the streetlights outside, illuminating your room with an orange glow. The shadows of falling snowflakes danced around. The walls were covered head to toe in band posters and small polaroids of you and your friends. In the corner of the room was a white, full length mirror, draped in fairy lights. Ben approached it and admired the photos that were clipped to the lights along the mirror.

“Okay, don’t look.” You said, slipping off your wine-soaked skirt and throwing it into your laundry bin. You changed into the pajama trousers that were left on your pillow and lay back onto the bed.

“Finished?” Ben laughed, taking his hands away from his eyes. You nodded as he turned around and began to make his way to your bed. He sat on the end and took the glass of wine you were offering.

You leant behind you and turned on the fairy lights that were draped along the head rest on your bed.

“So tell me about your music.” Ben said, sipping his wine. You laughed nervously.

Is he really asking this?

“There’s not much to say. Dropped out of a good school because I got signed, then they kicked me off.”

You couldn’t look Ben in the eye. You could hear him shuffling around, then felt the bed dip as he sat next to you. He leaned against the headboard, your shoulders brushing against each other with each rise and fall of your breaths.

“Why?” He said in almost a whisper.

You really didn’t want to talk about it. If it weren’t for the abundance of alcohol coursing through your blood right now, you would be fast asleep, mentally preparing for work the next day. You sighed. He could sense your hesitancy. He noticed your guitar, sitting between your bed and the wall, gathering dust from the months you’d left it there. His hand crossed over your body, resting inches away from your arm as he leaned across to put his glass of wine on the bedside table and grab the guitar.

“Play for me?” He insisted, handing it over. Your eyes widened.

“Oh, no. I couldn’t. I haven’t played in a while.” You shook your head at him.

Pouting his lips, he looked at you pleadingly. You flashed a smile and the glint in Ben’s eyes was so sudden you almost missed it.

Almost.

With a roll of your eyes, you took the guitar and began to strum it quietly. Ben watched in awe as your fingers moved nimbly against the frets, playing with the strings gently. You hummed a tune. Immediately, Ben caught on and began to sing quietly. His voice was gravelly and complimented yours when you joined in softly. He admired the way you kept your eyes shut, the way you felt what you sang, even though you kept quiet and reserved. Your fingers paused slightly, ruining the rhythm. It didn’t go unnoticed by Ben.

“You okay?”

“Sorry.” You wiped away the tears, fiercely willing them not to spill. “Haven’t played in a while.”

The guitar was placed back in the corner, and whether it would be picked up again or not, no one knew.

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Hobbit-Soulmate Pt 17

. Using details on Chicago - basing this off the film since I haven’t seen the musical myself. .And let’s just pretend Raul Esparza was in it once.

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 - Pt 7 - Pt 8 - Pt 9 - Pt 10 - Pt 11 - Pt 12 - Pt 13 - Pt 14 - Pt 15 - Pt 16 -

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Months you had to duck and dodge Jordan, and yet the full way today there was no sight of him bringing a smirk to your face seeing the effect of Richards warning. Straight to your first class you headed only to catch a curious addition to your pathway. Mr Tarl, a tall sweater vest clad man with grey slacks matching his dress shirt and loafers grinning at you in his usual silent request to speak to you.

“Mr Tarl? I thought you were out for the rest of the year.”

He nodded, “Yes, that is why I’m here. To speak to you.” Swallowing dryly you nodded and hoped that this drama with Jordan and your falling asleep in your classic lit class the other day. “Oh nothing like that.”

Around you the curious students passing paused to listen in forming a growing crowd. “Now, you remember that you had agreed to be the under understudy for the show I am choreographing?”

“Yes.”

“Well one of the leads has dropped out this morning taking their understudy with them, and the curtain rises in four days. I was hoping you might be interested. It’s only a two month run, up to your graduation, we have to be out for Lion King’s return, and it pays well, just over $2000 a week.”

At that your jaw dropped as he said, “The director gave me a two hour window to find out if you would take the part if not we have to cram another three months of prep and auditions into four days. You’re the only person I know that could soak it all up on a deadline like that. You’ve helped me out so many times before and I know you’d be perfect for it.”

“Wow, Just, sure. I, um, just finished reading through the step outline book last week.”

He smirked and turned guiding you towards one of the dance halls to a usually empty rehearsal room filled with a small group of chorus dancers and a band all looking you over curiously in his explaining the role in the new musical, Chicago. A depression era jazz fueled show full of mischief and scandal. “Now for this role you’ll need to sing alto, but it is the second lead, Velma Kelly. I’ve talked to your teachers and you’ve been cleared for the day. I also have the chorus dancers for your main numbers with me, you can give the first number a once over while you’re being measured.”

With that final door opening into the rehearsal room you set your things down and pulled from your bag the book of pages filled with the moves for each scene along with copies of the songs you had already nearly memorized. Focusing on that while a pair of women hurried over to take your measurements, fully pleased there would be little alterations on the final costumes to fit you. After his call Mr Taln returned finding you speaking with the other dancers on the opening scene for final touches and he queued the band to give a starting count for your first run through.

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All the way to eleven you rehearsed and eased the worries of the chorus at least that you were well passed qualified and prepared to join the show so soon. Just a few kinks had to be worked out, minor details and surely the following day you would have to work through the talking portions the following day with the director. Rehearsals here had ended and Mr Taln had approached you again when he felt comfortable you were ready to see the director, “Now, we just have to head over to the main stage to meet up with the Director for the final walk through and to get the paperwork signed. You live close, correct?”

You nodded, “Ya, not far. Um can I bring my Mate along? Depending on how long if he wants to come?”

He nodded, “Of course. I’ll let you drop off your things and fetch him, here is the address just in case, but I’ll be waiting outside to walk you in.”

You nodded again and his smile grew at your creeping grin, “I’ll see you there. Won’t take long.” Hurrying out the room he chuckled along with a few of the dancers and band members all grouping around him to follow him back to the theatre.

A subway stop later and you raced through the street and into your apartment building passing your landlord as you called out, “Can’t talk now I’ll explain later!” Up the steps you raced straight for your apartment where you spotted Richard stepping into your sights from the kitchen with a curious raised brow, “Rich! Richy Rich, oh I have so much to tell you!”

His grin spread seeing you set your violin and bag down still in your knee length sweats and converse from your rehearsals under your baggy sweater added haphazardly over your tank top. “Class called early?”

You shook your head and raced over to hug him excitedly making him chuckle then grin at you when you pulled back, “ok, you remember the email I sent about the under understudy role I got?” He nodded, “Well the lead and understudy dropped out this morning! My teacher’s the choreographer and brought a crew to help me rehearse and now I have to head out to meet with the director for his final seal of approval.”

He hugged you again tightly with a chuckle, “That’s wonderful!”

Pulling back he chuckled at your poking him in the stomach, “Go ahead, ask me where it is?!”

In an excited pure he asked, “Where is it?”

In a squeaking bounce from you his jaw dropped at, “Broadway!! It’s only a two month run but I’m one of the leads, in a show, on Broadway!” Again you squeaked bouncing from foot to foot only to be wrapped in his arms again in a crashing kiss.

“That is wonderful. When does it start?”

“Four days.” His jaw dropped again, “I know! But I’ve memorized it all, just gotta run through it the costumes aren’t that off to fit me so easy tucks there that they said would be done by tomorrow.”

“Four days though?!”

You shrugged, “I’ve had worse surprises, like Oxford, only got the news with enough time to spare for my flight and chips.” After a nip at your lip you rocked from side to side, “So, did you wanna come?”

“Of course! I can?” You nodded.

“We can eat after. Something special, to celebrate.”

He nodded, “Three minutes, I can hop onto something.” In his turn to get dressed you found your purse from the closet big enough for your binder and your jeans to change back onto when you were done. And in your final check for a few other things Richard showed up in a dress shirt he was covering with his sweater with his jacket in hand smiling at you, “All done.” You squeaked again and took his hand he offered to head through the door you opened and locked behind you starting the trip out to the stairs and subway after, with just a paused moment to share the bare minimum that you had gotten a part on Broadway widening his smile.

Anxiously on the subway you wiggled and nipped at your lip under Richard’s arm until you exited out on the bustling corner of Broadway. Down the sidewalk you followed the crowd then approached your teacher after he’d sent away another curious band of people assuming he was selling something based on the new show. His smile spread and he extended his hand to greet Richard on the trot inside. Through the halls when the door was locked behind you by the smiling guard watching you hurry your way back to meet the director.

Gregory stood with his arms crossed in the audience and a few rows behind him Richard accepted your bag and took a seat by the other friends, producers and relatives with a few reporters in between. Straight up to him Mr Taln led you and after a quick chat a disbelieving glance was shared between the men as you trotted up to the stage to join the chorus again to run through the opening number ‘All That Jazz.’

From the first note hit he ignored you, locked in his discussion until your voice sounded out in an alto alluring tone with a growl mingled with it halted his arguments and turned his head. The innocent bubbly girl he had just spoken to now stood confident, demanding of attention flawlessly flowing through the number.

Your warning of the Jazz tone of the musical came as a warning to Richard in hopes that he wouldn’t laugh, because as you’d done with Lee watching you perform in classes before if he laughed in the rehearsals you would be reduced to giggles at how nervous you were. But flawlessly you fit into each number and especially stood out and even egged the other women on to push a bit more in the ‘Cell block Tango’ number. In which Richard smirked seeing the director inch closer in your opening lines, so carefree and flirtatious with the stand in photographers interviewing you, only to sit back and swallow in your line, “It wasn’t until later, till I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead!”

The sheer growl of the chorus beginning again and even out of costume chills ran through the silent seating section watching your trio perform your personal tango. That led to you back behind your rolling set of bars marking your cell you would exit again to join the chorus on a group number partially choreographed to floor work sure to look incredible in the final stages fully dolled up.

All the way to the final number you rivaled the more famous flapper bodied actress playing Roxie. Her movements having to be more emphasized than your restrained ones due to your even sweats covered hips required at your already present curves sure to be all the more emphasized in the final costume. It was a running game of contrast you seemed all to prepared to take on due to years of reminders on restraint in ballet and modern dance shows.

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In the final pose you relaxed from the final pose lowering your fake bejeweled rifle from your shoulder to watch the director hurry up onto the stage dragging Mr Taln with him. From his eager handshake to his guiding you back to sign the papers his smile held and with the comment that the costumes had been altered already you were taken back to try them on for the promo posters bringing back the actress playing Roxie and even the actor playing Billy Flynn. With a grin of his own Raul joined you in the changing room hall extending his hand, “Hi, I’m-“

With a grin you answered, “Raul,” he chuckled as you said, “I’ve seen you perform before a few times. Mr Taln’s gifted me tickets to some of his shows before to keep me going.”

His brow arched up, “Keep you going?”

You nodded, “My dad works on an oil rig, we don’t get much time so I’m out here alone in school when I’m not at Oxford. Sometimes it’s harder than others.”

“Oxford? You study here and Oxford?”

You nodded and giggled, “Dad said I needed a backup plan so going for science degrees too.”

“Wow, you are just a bundle of mysteries aren’t you?” Making you chuckle and turn to head to your changing room to try on your costume.

His lips parted and you turned in the doorway guessing his question saying, “Jaqi, by the way.”

He nodded and watched you close the door to face the pair of women while he turned to enter his open changing room, through which he could hear your giggles and comments on the outfit.

Easily you stripped to your underwear and out of your sneakers and socks revealing a few bruised toes to the women taking them back for a moment along with the few band aids around the sides of your feet showing that you had blisters or cuts on them making your flawless steps all the more surprising.

Full pantyhose with dark lines down the backs of your thighs were covered with a black leotard layered with a silver and black sparkling shaggy vest top making you giggle and go, “Ooh.” Making the women chuckle around you at the opening number outfit they folded around you lifting and framing oh perfectly. After adding the heels they had given you a turn in front of the mirror was stolen and you mumbled, “Wow these makes my ass look fantastic,” chuckles were heard from the ladies and again outside from the makeup team waiting for you.

The door was opened and they saw you straightening your back to drop the curve of your ass to be less suggestive in your normal stance. Mumbling, “Ok, straight back on side views.” Turning again you hopped off the platform passing Richard, whose eyes scanned over you hungrily in your path after the pair to the makeup team.

Up into your chair you hopped and crossed your ankles looking in the mirror while one undid your bun to wind your hair back properly under a stocking cap for your black bob wig and the other started on your makeup after removing the little you had around your eyes already.

Passing Richard Raul worked his tie together and flashed him a grin then paused, “I saw you watching, you came with Jaqi.”

Richard nodded taking his hand, “Yes, Richard. It’s a great show from what I’ve seen so far.”

Raul chuckled saying, “Well we are fortunate to have such an amazing under understudy. Do you perform too?”

“Um, not musical theater anymore. Mainly plays and few bits on film and shows.”

Raul nodded, “Which was your last musical?”

Richard chuckled, “Cats.”

Raul, “Cats! Wow. Incredible show!” His name was called and he said with a grin, “I hope you show up again for the shows or dinners, we can share stories on our battle scars.”

Making Richard chuckle and lean against the wall peering in at you being transformed into Velma. Each stroke of the brush he could see your mental switch into her, no longer his previous mate but the vivacious murderess fighting to make it to the top of the world, and he truly couldn’t be prouder. Sure he’d done and mostly hated the musical portion of his career but you had such a passion and talent for it he couldn’t feel anything but overwhelming pride for you in all you were achieving and rightfully so in his eyes. It seemed you happened to stumble your way into acquaintances and jobs like a deer on ice and gracefully you took the jarring experiences in stride.

He could tell your feet were hurting, he’d seen you patching them up from class the other day after some jerk on the street had ran over your foot with a cart and yet you still powered through it with a smile, or smirk, depending on what the scene or your surroundings had called for. The struggle was real and painful for you, always restrictive and your practice in it showed as you posed with the cast in that outfit and another contrasting it from the final number with sheer stockings and a white sparkly shaggy mini leotard dress complete with white shoes to match your bejeweled rifle beside Roxy in her matching outfit. The image with you, Roxie and Billy together with you and Roxie in black around Billy in his suit and hat, you would be told would act as the new poster images to be posted by the morning for all the world to see complete with your name.

Papers, photos and the first rehearsal was down, the following day you would be back to go through your lines and stage cues for those scenes Richard was more than welcome to join you at as well. In your path to the door you caught the backers and producers speaking with Gregory excitedly about the talent you had turned out to be. One that one of producers had believed to be a better score than the original choice, especially due to your demeanor and effort to strive for perfection, not just for you but for the show in all. A major key in your winning factors for their choice for Velma was your ability to morph into her and actually vamp the other women up by performing as you had today only giving them hopes of a successful two month run they had been given for this show.

Having brought one of the disposable cameras you had gotten for him to record his time in New York with the blessing and joining in of Raul and Roxie you had your first reminder of your first big ticket show your name would be in lights for. Changed again with your face washed your hand was claimed by Richard who was smiling ear to ear leading you back out to the street after you had told everyone you’d see them tomorrow bright and early after hearing the voicemail on your cell phone from your teachers that you were given the week off and that if you needed to test out even earlier they would help you arrange that for you at your convenience after all sharing their compliments on how proud they all were of you.

Squeaking giddily in waiting for the crosswalk Richard chuckled at your lean into his side stealing a big hug earning a kiss from him in your glance up at him. Lowly he hummed against your lips, “You were fantastic.” He glanced down at the phone you were easing back in your pocket, “Family call?”

You shook your head, “No, my teachers, they said I can have the week off and if I have to test out early so I can keep up with the show they said they’ll help me set a good time for them.”

“What do you think? You can do both?”

You nipped at your lower lip for a moment then answered, “According to Raul they do have double shows twice a week, in the week, so I might have to. I love school, but I really love this show and want to give it my all.” His grin inched wider, “It just feels right to focus on it.”

Richard nodded, “I get that.” He glanced forward and you both crossed the street with the rest of the crowd, “To get my credentials I had to work in the circus for months, oh I was miserable, but I had to, so I understand. Plus, if you had the days off you could get more rest.” In the hum growing in his voice he playfully added, “And some more time for us to cuddle.” Making you giggle again.

“My two dance teachers did say my performances last Saturday morning would be my final, both said I should be resting my legs. And I still have the My Girl Friday presentation for tomorrow, but it’s set up for four so plenty of time after rehearsals. For my vocal coach they said my performance last week was being counted as my final grade so I can rest my voice. Violin, I have to be in on Saturday then that can be my final.” Richard chuckled at your nip at your lip to pause, “I think that’s it, the others can all be arranged. My others can just be essays or written.”

“I know you can handle it. I am glad they are so willing to fit your needs.”

You giggled again and said, “They do expect the best, and for the ones that work so hard and excel they want to help out, especially Mr Taln, he liked to hand out tickets to his best students as a sort of prize. Me most of all when I’m having hard times. Besides, it is one of the best school so it wouldn’t help anyone to hold us back from opportunities.”

Chuckling lowly he added, “Plus, Broadway. It is so impressive and you more than deserve it. Now, where are we celebrating?”

You giggled again saying, “I know a little place around here.”

He smirked and joined you for the walk to the little cozy family owned eatery you cozied up in a back booth enjoying the meal through hushed flirtations stemming from his comments on how he thought you looked in your costumes. From there you took the subway back home again and after sharing with your landlord you joined him upstairs, where he was chatting with his brother sharing all the news after his hearing Chris had checked in on his house. While he talked you went to your laptop and opened it firing off an email to your dad and grandparents along with a text to Lee sharing the news and asking how he was feeling.

Your arms draping down from around the back of his neck widened his smile and he took a hint that Chris had to go to end the call with his love and hung up to pull you around onto his lap to kiss you.

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Fresh and early you were dressed and ready to go along with Richard after a stolen few extra moments of snuggling before breakfast. Today at least you could dress a bit warmer and the trip went easily and in a back rehearsal room you ran through your scenes with a few of the understudies and the assistant director while the main cast ran through the scenes around yours. A couple hours in you were out to run through your own scenes with the main cast, who loved to help you morph into the full role with shared comments on each scene before and after you went through them. From 7 to 2 you ran through everything, as many details at possible were absorbed and noted in your binder they all stole glances at smirking at your notes already before you had even practiced with them.

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Into the cold again loose plans to have a meal after your first performance in two nights and you made your way off to school with your dress, heels and makeup in your bag. Through the halls again you passed through the excited students all asking random questions and sharing what you had missed between glances and smiles up at Richard, who settled into the auditorium anxious to see your performance after you had been stolen away by your group, who was more than thrilled to see you were still able to give the presentation. In your changing Richard glanced down at your phone he pulled from your coat pocket to read ‘Lee’ on the screen and without thinking he answered the call saying, “Hey Lee.”

On the other end of the line Lee froze in the doorway of the auditorium, “What?” His heart racing at hearing a man’s voice on the other end of your number.

“Jaqi’s changing for her performance.”

Lee wet his lips, “And you would be?”

“Richard.”

Again Lee inhaled to cover his moment of panic not knowing how he or when he had gotten to New York let alone how he had fit into your days since he had gotten injured and pulled away from your daily life in his try to explain things. “When did you get to New  York?”

Richard wet his lips then turned his head to the door behind him hearing the announcement playing through the phone, “If you’re here to see Jaqi you can sit by me, got a decent spot and she should be on in a bit.”

Lee exhaled then said, “Sure, you’ll have to wave or something I need my hands.”

Richard smirked, “Ok.” Wetting his lips he hung up and propped his arm on the back of his seat peering at the door waiting to see the young fool who let you go not once but twice for someone as ridiculous as Jordan.

After a few calming breaths Lee thanked the guy opening the door for him to make his way through the slanted walkway scanning over the crowd. It didn’t take much to figure out who your Mate was, out of the large group of students and familiar family members his eyes fell on the clearly standout man with your coat under his arm and his fingers raised. Every detail you had shared fit him to a T, and those bright blue eyes and resting stern expression under brown hair softening the expression, the long legs stretching nearly to the seat before him marked the pair to nearly the same height with similar builds only worsening matters.

At the end of the row Richard got an even better view of Lee, someone a bit sturdier than he was when he was that age, forcing back his insecurities of his time as a living string bean he flashed the teen a quick grin and eyed the scrapes and bruises visible outside of his baggy jacket and shaggy hair. “How’s the leg?”

Lee’s head tilted and he shifted his crutches to hop over to the second seat in beside Richard to sit down leaving his crutches on the seat to his left, “Sore, but better. Just a sprain.” He wet his lips, “When did you get in?”

“Jaqi must have taken the whole park incident hard,”

Lee, “That’s not-,”

Richard cut him off, “Our marks bruised over.” Lee’s lips parted, “I already had a plane ticket to talk to her and it took a few times to call her to get her to answer while she was getting you to the hospital. I landed about 15 hours later, managed to calm her down.”

Lee’s eyes dropped to Richard’s hand saying, “Your marks healed though?”

Richard nodded showing him the mark, “Yup. Jaqi thinks her heart might have skipped, or maybe it was a near death thing like my brother suggested. I thought you were on bed rest.”

Lee grumbled and shifted in his seat, “My parents are working, managed to sneak out,” making Richard chuckle, “I’ll be back by their lunch.” He glanced at Richard again who was glancing at the students setting up a few decorations on the stage, “You’ve been staying with Jaqi then?”

Richard nodded glancing at him again, “Did she tell you the news?”

Lee nodded, “Ya, texted me about the show.” He wet his lips, “You’ve seen the rehearsals?” Richard nodded, “She as good as I think?”

Richard chuckled saying, “She is phenomenal.”

Lee nodded, “How long are you in town?”

“Through to the end of next week, so I get to see just over a week of the show. Heard about your show and film, congrats.”

Lee nodded, “You have anything lined up?”

Richard nodded, “I have a spot in spot as Angus in a Shakespeare for tv that we’re going to put on stage closer to winter,” Lee glanced at him, “There’s a few shows lined up before then that have been planned for over a year, big names and all that, have to fit their schedules. In the meantime I have a few extra spots on some good series back home lined up.”

Lee wet his lips then asked, “So, how is Jaqi going to fit into all that out there while she’s dancing and going to school?”

Richard smirked, “The play would be the longest stretch of work for us to juggle through, besides, the London Ballet is only contracted from April to September, no telling where the world will lead her next.”

Lee, “And you’re good with that?”

Richard smirked at him, “The job comes with travel and new surroundings and acquaintances, I’m not going to hold her back from following where her path leads. If I can I’ll bend mine to be close to hers but even if we have to work apart we’ll make it work. What would you do,” Lee’s brows inched up, “If you got sent to one corner of the world and she got sent to the other, you’d just drop her as a friend?”

Lee, “She’s always my best friend.”

Richard nodded then said, “Don’t forget that.” Lee’s lips parted readying to say he understood you were dating now only to fall silent at Richard’s saying, “You don’t see how big an impact your friendship has on her. You’ve had history and there’s some to get through for you, but you could be friends for your whole lives, sharing all your good and bad news. You have no idea how rare that is. I didn’t have that till I met her, and I’ve almost ruined it a couple times but I won’t do that again, you shouldn’t either.”

Lee nodded then looked forward saying softly, “And here I thought you’d want to hit me or something.”

Richard chuckled, “I think the ground did enough damage to you.”

Lee couldn’t help but smirk and smooth his uninjured hand through his hair when your group was announced.

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After you had finished your show you caught a glimpse of the pair seated together and your stomach clenched wondering what they had spoken about. Though after you had changed Lee was glad to accept your hug and to chat with you both on the way back to his home you walked him to ensuring he didn’t fall down or anything. Another stolen hug and he groaned by your ear at the sting in his ribs, “Save me a ticket for that opening night. I won’t miss it for the world.”

You smirked up at him, “Get back in bed you walking bruise.” Making him chuckle then glance at Richard who he traded nods with before his turn to climb the steps and head inside, when he closed the door behind him you turned with Richard who leaned down to kiss your forehead, “Come on, let’s go get you off your feet, Love. I’ll give you a rubdown to one of our films.”

“Ooh.” Lowly he chuckled in your snuggling walk down the street, in the subway however your curiosity got the best of you, “What’d you talk about?”

He smirked at you in your glance up at him, “You,” Your brow inched up, “How I got here, how long I’m staying, and I made sure to tell him he’d be a fool to stop being your friend if work takes you off to different corners of the world.”

“Really?”

He nodded, “I’m never going to make that mistake again, pushing you away. I’m so sorry I ever hurt you, I thought I’d lost you, and I won’t, ever again.” Snuggling more against his side his arm tightened around your back kissing the top of your head.

Back home again in his heating up some hot water to soak your feet in you checked your email and beamed at the email your dad had sent you that you read aloud to him spreading his smile in return as you said, “He’s coming out in three weeks to see me!”

Richard replied, “That’s fantastic!” Carrying the soaker into your bedroom and after you replied he carried you in as well to set you on the end of the bed while he started rubbing your neck and back through the opening credits of the film you had picked. “Any plans for when he gets here?” You nipped at your lip and he chuckled loving that you would be with family again after he had left to tide you over until you could be together again.

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Pt 18

[dirtyahs]

Summer Break. (Tate Langdon x Reader.)

hi friends! sorry i’ve been so absent lately, school and life are kind of kicking my ass right now, but im trying to get back into the schedule of writing - i miss it a lot. i hope you guys enjoy this, you can expect to see me much more often now :^)

Thank you for the request @sydddboiiii

Prompt: “I’m going to show you exactly who you belong to.”

Word Count: 2,745

Warnings: not much, reunion sex, slightly rough, slight choking kink

It was summer break going into your Junior year of college You'd moved out of California to go to Arizona State University; it was close enough you could drive home, but still far enough that your mom and dad wouldn't be knocking on your door whenever they wanted to. And you absolutely loved college. You were having a wonderful experience and had met so many amazing people you now called your best friends. But coming home for the summer just sounded like fun this year. So here you sat, looking through your old high school year books, chuckling to yourself at all of the little notes from old friends and acquaintances. 

"Love you forever bitch!! xoxo"

"Don't ever forget the time you threw up in my moms backyard - future (Y/N), does the smell of fireball still make you sick?"

"See ya in twenty years at the reunion."

Flipping the page, one was taken up entirely by a black felt tip pen and shaky handwriting you immediately recognized. Tate Langdon. You two had dated for two and a half out of your four years of high school, you were sure you wanted to be with him forever. But then you made the decision to move to Arizona, and Tate wanted to stay in California for awhile. So you two broke things off after graduation, and you hadn't heard from him or seen him since then. He did cross your mind from time to time, wondering if he was working, or had gotten into another relationship.

Maybe you'd try to get in touch with him while you were home - the idea made your heart flutter in your chest though. You hoped he didn't cut his hair. It always looked best long. You took a deep breath - you knew Tate followed you on Instagram and had probably seen you post photos of a guy you had briefly dated at the beginning of this semester. It'd been years since your relationship with Tate, but he'd always been the jealous type.

You closed the yearbook and put it back on your bookshelf, taking up the final spot at the end of the others. The day had gone on as normal, other than the fact you couldn't get Tate out of your mind. Reliving those memories from high school made your heart race.

The time he was throwing rocks at your window, and the time you two snuck out together to get high by the beach.

You'd stolen the keys to your moms car and somehow managed to get out of the house without her noticing. You picked Tate up, he was wearing black jeans and a blue and black flannel with his old beat up Doc Martens. You two sat at the shore, wrapped in a blanket, passing what felt like an endless amount of joints until the sun started to rise. You talked about his father, and about all of your insecurities. He said he'd adore you even with your stretch marks and slightly uneven eyebrows.

Tate was romantic. He was in touch with his emotions, and it was such a rarity among most men. Every other (not that there were that many) guy you had been involved with was chivalrous and kind at the start, but quickly lost that motivation when you agreed to have sex.

Tate was never like that.

He opened every door for you, let you wear his flannel if you were cold, and always let you have some of his food even when you said you weren't hungry. About seven months in, you two lost your virginity together. You expected it to be awkward and unenjoyable; everyone said your first time always is. But to you, it didn't feel real. It felt like something out of some cheesy teen movie, but it was amazing. He was so loving and gentle. You'd never forget the way he kissed your neck and told you he loved you for the first time. 

The sun was setting now and you couldn't imagine going any more time without trying to see Tate. You looked at yourself in the mirror, wearing a black cropped tank top and denim mini skirt, you touched up your hair and grabbed your car keys. Hopefully he still lived in the same house. You got in the car and rolled all the windows down, letting the warm air blow through your hair - you had this drive memorized and could probably do it with your eyes closed if you had to. 

Everything looked the same.

The large houses were all still intact and beautiful as ever, front yards lined with rose bushes, the sound of kids playing in the street was clear. You remembered watching Tate and Addie jumping on the trampoline they used to have in their backyard. It damn near gave Constance a heart attack every time they used it, but she couldn't manage to tell them no, especially when she saw all of her little ones playing together.

Beau's laugh was infectious, and Tate's love for them was so heartwarming. You pulled up to the house, looking at the large brick structure. You could see Tate's old bedroom window. It used to be covered from the inside with a big Sound Garden poster, making it as dark as he liked it. With a shaky breath you pulled the key from the ignition and made your way up to the front door, shoes clicking quietly on the cobblestone walkway.You knocked on the door, four times. You stood, feeling your knees shaking beneath you, the heat from the sun warming your back. You felt your heart jump when you heard the door open, looking up to see none other than your high school sweetheart. You meant to say something like "Hello," but your jaw hung open, the sun illuminating his golden locks, long and shaggy as ever. 

"Hi Tate." You smiled up at him, his face was hard to read. 

"(Y/N)..." He started, looking you up and down slowly before looking back up into your eyes. "I thought you moved to Arizona."

"I did, but I'm home for summer. No way in hell was I going to stay there for 130 degrees." His smile made you smile in response.

"Come in." He reached his hand out and you took it, shuddering when he instinctively brushed his thumb over yours.

"So hows college going?" He asked, you two sat at his kitchen table, he made you a cup of coffee, putting it over ice like he knew you liked."I mean, pretty bullshit honestly," You chuckled, "But necessary. I'm almost done now, might as well suck it up and keep going."

You two made small talk, everything feeling so easy and laid back. You two picked up right where you'd left off, you felt like old friends - sort of. An old friend you were wildly attracted to. He hadn't changed much, except he was wearing gray sweatpants and a black tank top. He never wore anything but long sleeves when you two were younger, but his arms looked strong and his shoulders were broad so he could pull it off pretty damn well now.

"So hows that guy you're with?" He looked up through his blond curls and you almost choked on your drink at his boldness. You couldn't be too surprised honestly.

"Oh," You shrugged, desperately trying to make it clear that you were over him. "We sort of had a thing for a couple months. It never really went anywhere, and he wasn't exactly my type." You flashed a playful smile, and you saw that devilish smirk of Tate's crawl over his lips.

"And what is your type, exactly?" He said, leaning back, giving you a clear look at his torso, legs spread, only aiding in your mind wandering further than you cared to admit.

"I don't know, I like tall blondes." You teased, heart racing nervously for how confident you were acting. "Maybe had an emo phase in high school."He raised an eyebrow, still looking as devious as ever.

"Sounds like someone I know." He leaned forward, taking your hand in his. "So what I'm hearing is that you're completely single?" He questioned, making you stand up with him, his chest close to yours.

"I couldn't be more single if I tried." You giggled, feeling your face get hot when you feel his hands slip around your waist.

"I miss you, (Y/N)." His voice was quiet, lips ghosting over yours, immediately sending shivers down your spine.

"I miss you too, Tate." Your knees felt weak, "More than I even know how to explain." 

With those words Tate finally pressed his lips against your own, large hands firmly holding your hips - he still made you feel safe. Within minutes the kiss had deepened into something fiery and passionate. Your hands were tangled in his hair, you two had made your way up the stairs, a trail of your clothing leading to his bedroom door, which he now had you pressed up against in nothing but your black panties. His lips worked furiously against yours, your hands were pinned on either side of your head. His lips moved to kiss down your neck, stopping where your shoulder connected, biting at it teasingly.

"Tate...I need you, please..." You whimpered, hands searching for something to grasp. You felt him smirk against your skin, lips moving back up your neck to your ear.

"I'm going to show you exactly who you belong to." He breathed against your ear, your knees immediately felt weak beneath him. He pulled back, and you were met with a familiar expression. His eyes were dark and he looked so possessive and dominant. He exuded power and control and something about him controlling you once again only aided the desperate wetness forming between your thighs. He finally released your wrists and they immediately tried to touch him, whimpering when he stepped out of your arms reach.

"You know better than to touch me without permission, angel." He said quietly, raising an eyebrow at you.Angel.That was his favorite pet name for you. He always said it fit you perfectly - that you were radiant and truly made him want to live life happy.

"Please, I need you. You're all I've been thinking about," You begged, clenching your thighs together, "please Sir." If he wanted to pull nicknames out of the past then you could too. 

His cheeks were dusted red when you brought out the name, but it only excited him more.

"Go lay on the bed." He demanded, pulling you by your wrist over to his bed covered in a black duvet.

"Don't even think about touching me yet." He pushed you so you were flat on your back, his hands on the inside of your knees to spread your legs. His lips peppered your inner thighs with kisses, moving closer and closer to your core. You writhed under his hands that were wrapped around your thighs. You needed him more than you even knew how to explain. Finally, you let out a relaxed gasp when he kissed through your panties, almost immediately having your back arched.

”My angel needs me, hm?" He whispered teasingly, one finger moving the thin fabric to the side, slowly flicking his tongue against your clit, making you moan loudly.

"More...." You gasped breathlessly, "P-please..."

Your eyes were closed but you could almost feel his satisfied glare burning into your skin. He leaned in, gently swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. His finger tips dug into your skin, your hands grasping at the thick duvet cover. He smirked against your hot skin before he buried his face between your thighs. He made shapes on your clit with his tongue, alternating between fast and slow. His right hand snaked over your thigh, his middle finger pressed against the wetness around your entrance before ever so slowly pushing it in, not stopping until he absolutely had to.

"Good girl," He praised quietly, adding in his ring finger. "So wet for me." He pumped his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace - your hands were desperate to tangle in his hair, but you wanted to follow his orders.

You loved being obedient for him.He leaned up from his spot between your thighs, lips glistening. He kept up the pace with his fingers though.

“Tell me princess, did you miss me all these years?" His voice was low and gravelly.

"Y-oh!" Suddenly he hit something inside you that made your legs shake.

"Yes sir, I missed you so much!" Your back was arched against the sheets and you. He knew what you liked, so he kept going, hitting that same spot over and over again.

"I-I'm gonna' cum, please can I?" You begged, feeling that coil tighten in your tummy that you haven't felt in so long.

"I think you deserve it, angel. Cum for me, all over my fingers like you used to."

His words sent you over the edge, damn near screaming as the coil snapped, your body was trembling beneath his touch, eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. He helped you ride your orgasm out until the very end, only quickening his pace as you screamed for him, blond curls stuck to his forehead as he watched your body shake. Ever so slowly, he pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine at the empty feeling.

It wouldn't last long though. You watched as he slipped out of his boxers, tossing them to the side. You looked him up and down, although your vision was fuzzy from the earth-shattering orgasm he just gave you, seeing Tate like this made your heart race. He looked perfect, defined muscles, beautiful dark brown eyes - he really was as close to perfect as one could get. He leaned over you, pushing your legs up so they were over his shoulders, pressing against your chest. His nose was close to yours.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, lining his hard cock up with your entrance. Slowly, he pushed himself into you, your body tensing at the familiar feeling. You both moaned in unison, your hands holding onto Tate's arms. Taking his time to do so, Tate began quickening his pace, thrusting into you, making you only want him harder and faster.

"I know you can fuck me harder than this." You teased, cocking an eyebrow at him. With your words, urging Tate to do what you said.

"I wasn't sure you'd be able to handle me anymore." He retorted - cocky as per usual. But he quickened his pace, hips snapping against yours roughly. His hand that previously rested next to your head moved to wrap around your throat, squeezing the sides the way he knew you loved. 

"Fuck-" You gasped when his hand met your throat.

"Is this hard enough for you, princess?" He taunted, smacking your cheek lightly just to play with you.

"Yes sir..." You whimpered, looking up into his eyes. He was getting close and you could tell. He was breathing heavy and as dominant as he wanted to sound, his voice was shaking. His pace was fast, slamming deeply into you.

"I-I'm gonna cum again Tate!" You squealed, earning a tighter grip around  your throat. He smirked, somehow going even faster than before.

"Greedy little girl," He hissed, "You want to cum again?"

You nodded desperately in response, knees beginning to tremble beneath him, your whole body starting to feel hot.

"Cum for m-oh fuck!" He hissed, suddenly overtaken with his own orgasm, covering your inner walls with his hot cum. At the same time, you felt your body convulsing under him, walls clenching around his length, only aiding in each of your orgasms. He collapsed on top of you, slowly pulling himself from inside you. Gently, he pressed a few kisses into your neck.

"Tate.." You whispered, fingers playing slowly with his curls. "I missed you so much." You kissed the side of his head, feeling him smile against your skin.

"I missed you too, (Y/N), I don't even know where to begin..." His voice was gravelly and quiet. 

"Maybe Arizona isn't the place for me." You said quietly, not really meaning to say it aloud. He looked up at you, cheeks dusted pink.

"Or maybe Arizona is the place for me." He grinned, pressing his lips into yours firmly. You couldn't imagine going any more years without him.

[pasteljeon]

Nymphet Garden 02: Apple Blossoms (m)

Apple Blossom -  Malus pumila is an ancient plant with ancestral origins in Central Asia. Long associated with the story of Adam and Eve in the garden of eden, the apple is forever deigned as the symbol of temptation, glowing a fiery red among the garden, yet it may also be depicted as the the sign of rebirth when Christ is portrayed with the fruit.  With both interpretations battling for dominance, the boys themselves will have to decide if you are the bringer of sin or virtue.

➟ Based off this request: I’d like to request a multi-part fic with the reader being a solo!idol and the bts boys perhaps being big fanboy of hers? I’d love to see your take on this. I’d love some down and dirty smut too please! from @/stxrlxghtsora

➟ Summary: He was just a fanboy, they got dragged into it, and so blooms your love story.

➟ Pairing: OT7/Reader, non-idol!BTS, idol!Reader

➟ Warnings: *pours holy water over self* switch!reader, dom!namjoon, sub!yoongi, multiple orgasms, oral (male receiving), overstimulation, daddy kink, creampie, sloppy seconds, lowkey pwp lmao

➟ Length: 5.3k

➟ In collab with @/sugarcookiesandsins - please give her some love! ♡♡

➟ Notes: hellooo lovelies, hope you enjoy this next part! Both Jae and I are both very busy now that second term has started but we’re trying our best to deliver what we’d promised. Please bear with us! 

Prologue. Prev. Next (links are still broken, please refer to my masterlist)

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Since that day at the studio, almost everyone had noticed the shift in relationship between the three of you. Skinship was as common as air, neither boy hesitating to pull you into a hug or to lean up against you when you sat down for dinner on late nights. The other boys could do nothing but share questioning side-glances at each other in the hopes that someone, anyone, knew what the hell happened to cause this transformation. But the two males had made a silent agreement on their way back home that night; in order to protect your reputation, and theirs, they would not tell anyone about this, not even the boys they considered their brothers.

You were not oblivious to the change and the slight jealousy rising in the other boys, but you promised yourself that you would come clean soon. For now, you simply wanted to relish in the feeling of being loved in the purest way possible as the three of you curled up together, watching a movie that had long faded into background noise.

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It had been a week, and you had started to become curious about the rumors regarding Yoongi and Namjoon. They had been working with your producers for a while now and it seemed like they got along really well; not a single complaint fell from their lips. In fact, it seemed like they couldn’t stop praising the two for their work, going on for hours about their lyrics and seemingly supernatural ability to create the perfect beats.

Your curiosity reaching its peak, you snagged a drive from your desk and made your way over to the studio that company had decided to grant them for the time being. It was not as personalized, but it had the basic equipment they needed. You were in comfy clothes, trying to fight the heatwave that seemed to mug up the entire building, something about the air conditioning being faulty. A pair of your training shorts and a tank top that let the air caress your skin keeping you cooler than most, yet still exposed.

Stopping outside the studio, you listened in the crack of the doorway, a familiar melody reaching your ears. You knew they were involved in the album, but to the point where they would be editing one of the main pieces. Still you smiled; you trusted them enough to know that they would do nothing less than perfect on it. Leaning back, you rapped on the door, not loud enough to disturb their focus but loud enough that someone could hear. Only moments later did the door swing open to the wide eyes of Namjoon, who glanced back at Yoongi leaning sideways to catch your eyes from behind him.

Both boys seemed just as affected by the heatwave as you were, opting for muscle tanks and basketball shorts.

“Hey guys! I was working on something, but no matter what I do, something still feels off. So, as the resident production geniuses, could you help?” Your tone was subdued, embarrassed to be asking for help and interrupting what seemed like super important work.

Seeing them still blankly staring at you, you rushed to apologize, thinking that they were annoyed at you for appearing unannounced. “Oh! I’m sorry. You must be busy. I can go ask someone else.” you quickly backtracked and turned to leave, until you felt a warm hand encase your arm and pull you back. It was Yoongi who had gotten up during your ramblings and tugged you into their studio space.

It was pretty bare, save for the two cushioned office chairs standing to attention in front of the computer screens. The pale company logo was illuminated by the soft lit keyboard, the sound equipment glowing sporadically in different colors. It was pretty similar to yours, save for the lack of posters and missing bookshelf with your overnight supplies for those nights when the trip home was just too far.

Lithe fingers let go of your wrist to snatch the harddrive in your hand. “Let’s see what you got, Princess.” Namjoon’s deep voice echoed in the small room and felt closer than the three feet distance he was standing at. Still, you were a professional, and you weren’t about to let some baritone, good-looking man throw you off your cool.

You smiled a little at the nickname. “Feel free to listen, just don’t be too harsh. There’s a reason I don’t produce everything for my own album,” you giggled remembering the reactions the first time you tried. You had grown since then, courtesy of the producers of your company who you hung out with from time to time, but there was no way you were ready to actually show the world anything.

Seeing that both boys had occupied their chairs, you opted to plop down on the black sofa against one of the walls. Leaning your head back, you closed your head and relished in the song playing in the speakers. It was along the lines of your album, a grind-out song that set the mood with a saxophone punctuated with synth melodies and heavy background beats. You had been feeling in the mood considering your newfound relationship with Jimin and Jungkook and the album in general. Losing yourself, your petal lips parted and sang along, throathy and breathy, just as the song required.

Once the last resounding note faded with the fleeting image of you singing, you opened your eyes to two men, who seemed very into the music. Their mouths were parted slightly with lips red and swollen from biting as they watched your throat move with each sound.

Deciding that you would ignore their flushed states, you raised a single eyebrow as you broke them from their reviere. “So. What do you think? I like it, but there’s something missing I feel.”

Yoongi was the first to catch himself, and cleared his throat before slipping back into work mode as he began dissecting your work, commenting on the melody. Namjoon refused to break eye contact with you when you turned to ask him what he thought. Then like waves breaking on white-sand beaches, the expression receded, only to be replaced with a challenging eyebrow-raise.

Something in you told you that Namjoon knew exactly what you were trying to do; though you were hardly being subtle. Yet that same voice also whispered the quintessential truth - that he was willing to participate in whatever little play you were putting on for their benefit.

You tilted your head towards an unassuming Yoongi, who was keenly avoiding you by focusing on your music. Namjoon only nodded, once.

“Mm. I like that new sound, Yoongi. It's an echoer right? How about we add it behind the main chorus?” You glanced back at Namjoon, a conspiratorial smile lighting up your face as you motioned. His turn now.

“That would sound dope! Wanna try it hyung?” Namjoon couldn’t hide his smile either. You were definitely more interesting than he expected.

You got up from your seat, and approached Yoongi from behind, delighting in the tiny squeak of surprise that you elicited with you leaned against his chair, making a seat from one of the unoccupied arm rests. He leaned away, much too away of the presence of your bare thigh pressing against his arm, but his retreat was blocked from the other side by Namjoon, who leaned in under the pretense of viewing the screen.

“Have you … been working out?” You ran a hand down his arm, squeezing his bicep lightly. You thumbed the dimples of his shoulder blades, marvelling at the expanse of his chest. Yoongi licked his lips, eyes lidded as he leaned into your touch.

“Just a bit,” he rasped, voice a rumbling pressure beneath your fingertips as you flattened a palm over his stomach, trailing it up slowly.

“Breathe,” you whispered, lips brushing over his neck. Yoongi exhaled shakily, plaint as his head rolled back, dark gaze never leaving yours as he rumbled your name. You giggled as his pale skin flushed against your fingertips that had traveled up to his cheeks, cupping them gently before you leaned down for a kiss.

Namjoon took that moment to shift, his basketball shorts suddenly very uncomfortable for him as he watched you weave your magic around Yoongi. It was fantastical, like your singing, like your dancing, hell even the way you moved was unreal. Yoongi suddenly realized that he was not the only male in the room and jumped when he felt Namjoon wriggle, pulled quickly out of his fantasies.

Jerking his head back, he tried to pretend that the last couple minutes had not happened, but those attempts were stopped as Namjoon took the initiative to hold Yoongi down by the waist. It was overwhelming, the large warm hands on his waist contrasting the soft digits stroking his skin at the sensitive juncture when collarbone met neck. His head was too busy trying to make sense of the situation that he didn’t notice when you pulled the chair away from the desk and spun him to face you. Setting yourself firmly on his lap, you raked you nails lower until they just caught on the elastic of pants, so close to his hardening member. Your eyes met Namjoon’s over Yoongi’s shoulder and you let loose a small smirk. “He seems to like it, doesn’t he Daddy?”

In all honesty, the ‘Daddy’ bit was guesswork based on what you had seen of the man, but with the way his jaw clenched, you could tell that Namjoon didn’t mind it one bit. Still keeping your eyes locked with Namjoon, you leaned forward and latched your lips to the smooth expanse of pale skin within reach. You eyes fluttered closed as you sucked a large hickey just below Yoongi’s collarbone. Feeling quite satisfied with your work, you moved to another spot, opening your eyes again as you forced Namjoon to watch you suck more blossoms on the producer.

Yoongi, threw his head back in ecstasy, colors spinning around in his head as he tried to swallow reality. Your teeth nipping at his skin introduced just the tiniest bit of pain before it bloomed into pleasure when your tongue laved the abused spot.  He let a loose curse slip as he felt you move with calculated precision, your hands never stopping their piano playing on his ribs.

Namjoon felt his cock pressing against the confines of his boxers as he watched you, wide eyes contrasting with the sinful actions of your mouth. There was mirth in those crystal depths, like a child playing with their favorite, but there was something darker, more mature hiding behind it all.

“It seems he does, Princess.” Namjoon’s voice seemed to have gotten deeper than you had ever thought possible, but you didn’t mind as the sound waves went directly to your core, causing them to leak just a little. Imagining that voice and mouth between your legs sent more shocks to your system as you moaned against skin. Pulling back from your artwork, you admired the contrast of purple against alabaster, lovingly tracing each mark with a nail, only pausing when Namjoon groaned out, “Why don’t you ask him baby? He can use his words.”

Focusing back on the limp man, you looked deep into his eyes as you questioned him. “Did you like that sweetie? Did you like my lips on your skin, marking you with my teeth?” Crude as they were, they were a wake-up call for the elder man. Half-delirious with your scent surrounding him, he gasped out a quick answer. Anything to feel you closer to him like before.

“Y-yes. I l-liked it.” Yoongi paused for a moment, clueless on what to call you, your name sounding wrong in that moment. And any other name that came mind still made him feel uncomfortable. Still, there was one he could try, the name had lived in his head since the day he saw you perched on the throne with Jungkook kneeling before you. “Can you do it again, Mistress?”

“Are you going to be a good boy for us?” You purred, teeth scraping his earlobe. A shudder racked his body, nodding mindlessly. “Yes,” he murmured.

You rolled your hips, Yoongi letting out a choked gasp as his head fell against the rest, fingers ghosting over the curve of your waist. “M-may I touch you, Mistress?” He groaned.

“What do you think, Daddy?” You carded a hand through his dishevelled black locks, Namjoon hovering over you as he dipped down to seal his lips over your bare shoulder, suckling gently.

The man in question hummed, parting with a satisfied pop as he admired the bloom beneath your skin with satisfaction. “No,” Namjoon murmured, brushing back your tresses. “I don’t think he’s earned that privilege quite yet.”

Yoongi gritted his teeth but did not object, arms dropping to rest limply at his side where he curled his hands into fists.

“Come here, baby girl,” Namjoon lifted you up easily, your legs coming to wrap around him automatically. The feeling of your wet heat pressing against his throbbing length had him grunting as he settled onto the other chair, with you tucked snugly on top of him.

“But I wanted to play with him more,” you whined, pouting as Namjoon slipped a hand beneath your tee, pulling it up as his large hand palmed your bra-clad breast.

“Are you going to listen to Daddy’s orders, baby? Or are you asking to be punished?” He rasped, his mind lost in the thousand things he could do and the thousand fantasies he could make reality in the next moment. Still, his voice never lost that dominant tone that forced you from one producer into the lap of another.

Namjoon took a moment to soak in the image of you. Hair mussed, lips a swollen mess, and completely at his mercy. He cupped your face in his hands, running the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, a small groan erupting as you kitten licked his finger in response.

Only being used to constant action, this prolonged moment of silence made you feel awkward so you decided to bring his attention back to the part of you that yearned for him most. You squirmed in his lap purposely letting your core brush the bulge in his pants. “Help me. Help me feel good, please.”

His hands flew down to your hips and gripped them tightly to stop them from bringing him closer to his high. Seeing you dominate Yoongi had already put him on edge, and your begging wasn’t going to be resolving the issue anytime soon. “Patience, baby girl.” You relished in the pet name said over you. “Let me enjoy looking at what’s mine.”

Looking up, you locked eyes with Namjoon again, a small gasp escaping you at the emotion in Namjoon’s eyes. There was happiness, as if he had completely forgotten about the erection digging into your thigh, and there was peace, like if he died in this very moment, he would have no issues with it.

He ran his hands higher along your torso, catching your tank in his hands and tossing it to the side, your bra following quickly before he latched to nipple, giving it same treatment you had given to Yoongi only moments ago. His other hand grabbed your other breast and fondled the soft flesh, enjoying the weight of it against his hands

The feeling made you grind yourself against him once again, fervor lighting up your muscles to bring you that sweet, sweet release that you craved. His movements stopped immediately as your mind flashed in warning. “I said that you need to wait, Princess.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t do it again.” You mewled out, willing to do whatever to get his hand moving once again. He tapped you once on the ass, before pushing you in the direction of Yoongi.

“Of course you won’t baby. Because you’re gonna be helping out Yoongi hyung.” You pouted at Namjoon, dissatisfied with the ache between your legs that should have disappeared long ago. Still, a strangled moan cut you off. Yoongi was just watching you, the way your breasts moved as you made your way over to him, the way your lips parted to take in air, the red on your skin, proof of the strong emotions running through your veins.

Kneeling before him, Yoongi would only gasp at the view. He was a man, and not an inexperienced one. He had dreamed of you before, as despicable it was to admit, but no dream could ever compare to the real thing. Wordlessly, he looked on as you dragged your fingers down the front of his chest, not forgetting to catch his nipples through the fabric, making him arch his back. You hooked your digits on the edge of the shorts and the boxers, and dragged them down.

His cock sprang out and smacked against his chest, the sound pushing your blood pressure to higher echelons. Once the articles of clothing had been forgotten in a random corner of the studio, you wasted no time in wrapping your fingers around his base. Yoongi could only hiss in pain, holding back the urge to release all over your beautiful face. You would look so good painted in his cum.

Still, a single glare from Namjoon stopped any fantasies he had. He knew his place, but it became hard to remember the specifics when you started moving your hand up and down, squeezing intermittently and following in stroke with a slight scrape of your nails.

With his shoulder covered in your marks, and hooded eyes boring into your own, Yoongi looked good enough to eat. With one hand still on his cock, you turned slightly to Namjoon. “Can I taste him, Daddy?”

“I don’t know. You should be asking him.” Namjoon had already stripped down, lounging on the couch and lazily stroking his own member to the same rhythm of your hands

Yoongi wasted no time. If he was able to get your mouth as well as your hands, he would lack nothing in that moment. “Yes. For the love of god, yes. Please. I wanna feel your mouth too.” His words came out rushed as if had been waiting the entire time to say them, and it would be no surprise if it had.

A single nod from Namjoon was all it took for you to lower your head. One hand remained at the base, while the other reached under and fondled his balls. You bobbed your head once you have managed to take in a decent amount, sucking in to hollow out your cheeks. Yoongi jerked against your hold, letting go of the chair to tangle himself in your hair, pulling your head further down until you felt him hit the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex. Saliva escaping the corners of your mouth and running down the length of his shaft.

“Yoongi.” A name. That’s all it was, but that’s all it took from the boys’ self-appointed leader. Yoongi removed his hands from your hair and placed them back at his side. He clenched them into fists, nails digging into his palms as he continued to watch you make a meal of his cock. Letting go with a pop, you licked your lips.

“Was that good?” Your kneeling figure looked back at Namjoon expectantly. He was still in the same position as before, one hand thrown haphazardly on the back of the couch and the other still wrapped around his cock.

“You’re doing great, love.” He lifted his hand from the couch and crooked a single finger in your direction beckoning you over. “Let’s let Yoongi rest for a while, Princess. Can you come help me now?”

You squeezed Yoongi once more before approaching Namjoon, losing your shorts and panties somewhere along the way. Crawling on top, you allowed your dripping cunt to coat his cock arousal, your own juices provided lubricant. “Can I put it in, Daddy? I wanna feel you.” You rocked your hips, just barely catching the tip every time you moved.

“Make me feel good, baby girl.” You sank down at his approval, not caring about the slight burn that was quickly replaced with pleasure as you felt full. Not wanting to stop, you began moving up and down, this angle reaching depths that you had never thought possible.

A strangled sound of frustration tore itself from Yoongi’s throat as he watched you thrust yourself back onto Namjoon’s cock. You had teased him to the limit before abandoning his cock to satisfy your own ache with Namjoon. Now he was stuck in his chair, the fabric sticking to his damp skin, as he tried to achieve some relief from the pain of his throbbing cock, but the air provided no relief and after experiencing the wonders of your mouth, he doubted that anything less would do.

A loud moan drew his gaze to your figure on the couch, clothes littering the floor, as you rode Namjoon like your life depended on it. The male’s palm gripping your hips to help you find utopia on his body as you threw your head back in pleasure.

“You’re almost there, Princess. Can you make Daddy come for you?” Namjoon gritted his teeth through the feeling of your tight walls clenching around his cock.

“P-please, wanna feel you fill me up,” you whimpered, burying your face in his neck as you nibbled on his skin, laving at the sheen of sweat that coated it. “Want you to come inside.”

“Shit,” he hissed, a strangled moan ripping from him as he came hard, white painting his vision as he rode out his high. “Let go, baby. I’m right here.” With shaky fingers, he blindly reached between the two of you to twist at that sensitive bud. You shuddered, crying out his name before you followed in suit, walls clamping so tightly around him Namjoon struggled to breathe, his cock twitching as he squirmed from the overstimulation.

“M-Mistress.” You rolled your head to the side from where you were resting against Namjoon’s shoulder to meet the desperate gaze of Yoongi. His lips were swollen, crimson-bitten and he looked positively fucked out, chest heaving and thighs spread apart, member achingly hard and dripping obscenely with precum, pooling on the studio floor and against his stomach. Yoongi looked at you pleadingly, nerves frayed after having been edged and touch deprived for hours.

“Please, please touch me,” he sobbed. “I need to come. It hurts.”

You peeled yourself from Namjoon slowly, the man smirking at you as he cupped your sex, carefully ensuring his cum remained inside you as you hitched a leg over Yoongi. He moaned in sheer relief as you pressed your heat against his pulsating length. As you sank down, he rocked into you, unable to help himself. God, everything was so wet, he was practically fucking Namjoon’s release back into you with every thrust.

“Fuck,” Yoongi mewled, scrabbling at your hips. “‘M sensitive! C-can’t hold it, I’m n-not gonna last!”

“Come,” you panted, digging your fingers into his chest. Yoongi writhed beneath you, back arching as he shot his load deep into your caverns, warmth spreading through you as you collapsed against him.

You blinked up sleepily, Namjoon’s smiling face appearing above you as he started wiping you down gently with a wet towel, helping you slide on your panties. You cringed at the stickiness, their combined release trickling down your thigh.

Yoongi peered up at you, a lazy grin playing on his lips as he offered you his sweater, something he’d actually forgotten a few weeks back, reaching behind you to reclip your bra and tug it on.

“Thank you,” you whispered. Yoongi redressed slowly, lethargy coursing through his veins as he slumped back into his seat, you straddling him and resting your head against his chest. Namjoon took a seat behind you, hugging you close as he nuzzled the juncture of your neck.

You knew what was missing. It wasn’t anything in the song at all. It was these boys. With that realization, you let yourself go, focusing on the here and now, and the comforting scent of Yoongi’s cologne and Namjoon’s comforting touch.

[sugar-petals]

Underground Tattoo Artist Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Warnings: Smut, Yoongi’s sexy voice, fingering, hands/gloves kink, coarse language, protected sex, excessive pouting, tats kink (guess for which body parts), Irezumi, breast-sucking, PIV, handcuffs, D/s, Safeword: Spearmint, kissing, Yoongi being beautiful inside out Words: 2.2k

A/N: JK is a side character as is Hobi. Dedicated to my fellow Yoongi enthusiasts who’ve been with me on this journey for so long. @sugandcream @yoongiscookie @yaseminflames and a new friend, @seesaws-wife . 

Min Yoongi, born in Daegu, now Seoul-based at Genius Studio.

Seems to elicit a polarized response among the people who know him

Or think they do

Regulars, however, value him past how his name is thrown around on the streets

Yoongi is a knowledgeable artist with ten years of experience

His role model is the infamous Jun Cha

Like him Yoongi draws a lot of inspiration from mythology for sleeves mostly

He works hard

But stays humble knowing there are some true cracks out there who can surpass him with ease, those who run more imposing studios with a lot of creative staff

Plus he’s too aware that his time on this planet is limited even if tattoos give the illusion of longevity, even immortality in some strange kind of way

That’s why he likes motives centered all around death and morning

Yoongi knows what loss is like

He himself carries a skull on his right arm, tattooed by Jungkook

His younger, edgy assistant who works in the adjacent room

The studio is less lively nowadays but still doing times better compared to its modest beginnings. Yoongi keeps up the quality.

Probably the only guy around who’s not involved in criminal activities for sheer moral reasons even if big cash could be involved

The drug dealers would make his parlor even sleazier than it already is

At least in terms of reputation and target audience

Hygiene-wise, he won’t half-ass things. And that is his number one forte

Everything sanitized

From machines to needles to markers to aprons to razors to ointment applicators

And of course: The Hands

Yoongi is the cleanest bitch

He takes things seriously and plays by the rules

That’s exactly why he doesn’t fuck clients or gives out his treasured number

Which he’s asked for so so often, particularly by regulars

He’s not as sure as those who tell him he’s so attractive and ask him on dates

Yoongi thinks he’s so-so, just the tattoos make him look cooler 

And maybe the fact that he’s a patient and subdued guy by virtue of his profession

Clients appreciate that

Jungkook thinks they might be a bit disrespectful hitting on him so blatantly

But they arrive on time and pay rampant sums for completed sleeves says Yoongi 

Who schedules some pretty loaded people here and there to rake in the dinero

Clean bitch, rich bitch

He’s that good, but does he realize it?

It is true that a lot of visitors very much over-compliment his rugged, morbid look

Men and women alike

He thinks way too much about it. But what can he do, he’s forever an artist

What he’s confident in is creating solid, mistake-free pieces

That last

He specializes in creating couple tattoos 

The ones that people don’t wanna get rid of when they break up

Yes. He’s that good

Usually working with a lot of diluted ink styles for gray wash, detailed geometrics like JK often does, fine line, portraits with 3D elements

But also realistic nature themes and smaller polygons

The latter being what you schedule an appointment for.

It’s the sternum

The face of goddess Artemis with a crescent in fine lines

A friend of yours got a nice lettering tattoo here last May and recommended you

So you thought okay it’s a small piece why not, that seems fun, a change in looks is very welcome and you love Artemis’ story, it really means a lot

You wait for almost one and a half hours with a funny guy called Hoseok in a worn-out room who tells you the wildest things about his endless, already fading tattoos and where he got them and why and how

Then he comes around with his pouty pout and black clothes, converse, messy hair that shades the eyes

Min Yoongi who just finished a large Celtic design on a leg

Perched in a small corner with countless prints and drawings on the surrounding walls you discuss and plan at length, do the paperwork

You have to control yourself peering at the makeshift sketch you brought and not him in his low-cut tank top looking very, very appealing

Then, after paying, you get your breasts taped, cleaned. He’s fast and economical with it, the wipes are refreshing. His hands are apt in their tight matte black gloves

Yoongi makes sure you’re comfortable on the bench, hydrated, does the shaving, cleans again, applies the stencil, prepares some ointment and water to dip into

The first lines are rough but he encourages you

“Concentrate on my voice. Hurts less”

“Oh, what?”

Well he’s the expert, gotta roll with it, ten years of experience won’t lie right

And indeed

His slowed speech and deep, raspy timbre is soothing the pain a bit

That bedroom gaze of yours speaks volumes in return

You’re pretty certain he notices it, just his bangs are in the way. And he’s stern

Yoongi explains everything about needles and inks to you when he switches them

Shading the finished outlines and coloring flies past quickly and you really don’t want it to end, his fingers are so nice to observe at work

Not because it lessens the sting, but how he guides the machine so smoothly

After removing excess color and applying foam, the motif is revealed 

Artemis gazes with pride, confidence, and a watchful eye from between your breasts

He removes the taping with extra prudence, you pull on your shirt 

Almost finished

You agree to have him take a picture before he applies the ointment and bandaging

As a last instruction, he gives you tips for protection and care, the no-go things. Unsurprisingly to you, on the paper... he writes down his private number with a question mark after it without words. Figured so.

You didn’t need to hit on him. Yoongi already knows. JK always teases that he’s notoriously bad at reading people. But he’s not entirely oblivious like some amateur

Not when he’s being looked at like that, it’s a no-brainer 

The truth is JK is a guy who hoards baby lotion, sucks at making tribal designs, and is afraid of the new microwave in the studio kitchen

Clearly, his judgment can’t be trusted

The appointment finishes quite ill at ease but you manage to ask if he is busy next week with one eye on the phone number. The handwriting is very striking as you expected from a talented hand like that

His answer is everything after Thursday is good and that you should check out the studio’s Instagram by tomorrow or so

You go home holding so tightly onto the paper, you even forget your new tattoo thinking about him and that messy hair, his tank top

The next day you see the photo he took on Insta with a professional caption

Done by @tats_minyoongi at Genius Studio. Stay tuned for Tuesday Walk-In Day small motives only no tribal designs please | Email: agust@aol.com

But it’s tagged with an ominous but polite “#anytime” 

Savvy. Fucking Yoongi for the weekend it is huh

That got you feeling bold as Artemis

You text him that you really loved coming to him

So why not

Come on him

Smug emoji

Horny emoji

He answers you might like his place and suggests Saturday around 6, contraception provided, bring the handcuffs if you have some, please take care of the tattoo until then as he explained

A short pause...

Shy emoji

He’s an awkward cupcake but he knows the game and that counts

“Bring the handcuffs if you have some”

Accurate guess. It’s an artist thing

You turn up with take-out in a bag at his suburb flat, house No. 23

Which is as artsy, orderly, and dim-lit as you thought it would be, way below his means because Yoongi doesn’t mess around and loses his focus in life

The neat freak paradoxically looks more destroyed than ever even if he’s in his bathrobe at the doorstep with damp hair, fresh out of a warm shower. His breath puffs out in clouds because it’s chilly outside. November does bring out the lovers.

There couldn’t be anything sexier than such a view

Yoongi asks how you feel about the tattoo, is everything okay, are you alright

Half-healed, a bit of fallout, you look at it very often you retort. He did a good job

He’s blushy when you say it makes you think about him

So that Yoongi won’t get cold you quickly close the door behind you with one hand tangled up at his neck. Ready to pull him into a kiss

Those pouty lips. They’re just ideal. He tastes like spearmint

Which you set as safeword for this lovely evening

The food finds a place on the dark kitchen counter to wait for better days

Because you wanna peel Yoongi out of his robe and make those handcuffs go click clack on the metal frame of his bed and put a condom on him

One and a half hours waiting time? No need, not today

But he says you’re first and that he bought what you like. 

Surprise surprise, an actual wrapped present

You thought that could only get cringey because it’s something generic

No, no. It’s a new box of gloves. What level of customer service is he on

Extra matte, extra fitted. They snap around his lithe wrists in no time

The feeling on your skin is... so tingly

The feeling between your legs when he reaches down... even better

While his mouth works on your breasts separately

Carefully avoiding the tattoo but sneaking a peek at it while catching a breath

You love having eye contact now. A deep hazel glimmer. All yours.

The bathrobe comes off before you think your stamina is running out

To reveal his beautiful adorned body with modern, vibrant Irezumi. Scale-heavy Koi fish and flowers, poufy clouds, auspicious birds, branches.

And as the centerpiece on his back, his Chinese zodiac sign he says

A gorgeous red-orange rooster before an ascending sun. What a coincidence!

Elsewhere another cock is rising indeed

AND IT’S INKED, TOO

FUCKING MIN YOONGI

“Okay to go on?”

“Oh yes”

And you decide to ditch the cuffs for now, that was a bad idea

You want those hands on your body when he’s inside of you

And oh boy does he slip in easy. Wow, wow. His girth is good. Really veiny. The length fits, feels just right. Now Yoongi’s face goes all shy emoji 

Hot

Bless. He’s not a 7.5 in monster. Madam La Cervix is gonna thank ya later

Plus he can’t take his hands off your clit

With those damn squeaky gloves still on. Someone tasted blood

You love watching his inked chest rise and fall under a pretty heavy breath

Tattoo artists don’t do the track in their free time to get 30 laps a day together

They make art 

Which you enjoy seeing on his skin. Yoongi’s perfect eye candy and he can slide so well into you, too

The food gets cold, you wanna relish bouncing and gyrating on him instead

Feel his hands do their luscious work like a hot mess

Make you cum on that tatted dick hard 

Because in No. 23 the house walls are thick enough so the people from No. 25 and 21 won’t be bothered with the noise

Make him fill that condom good with gritted teeth

And your ears with his deep yearning moans

With them sweat drops covering his chest

It looks like there’s dew on the flowers and birds, the branches.

Life isn’t so full of loss and thinking of yourself as so-so when a lady climaxes on you 

He realizes that and is relieved having written down his number even if that’s very much against the rules

That orgasm has you in one hell of a mood afterwards

He cleans up both of you with wipes that leave a really refreshing feeling

Tattoo equipment works well in the bedroom it seems

You microwave that food fast because you wanna return to the sheets so bad

Flavored rice and vegetables with spare seasoning, no onions or garlic cause you want good kisses, and yep, spearmint is not an option 

Waiting until it’s not so hot anymore is a chance to calm down eventually

Yoongi is super hungry now and loves how you feed him 

You huddle up and he makes sure twice that your tattoo is properly covered.

Digging in you feel the urge to trace his chest with your fingers

Sleep comes after he told you the story behind his tattoos, where he learned his craft in Daegu and his first client ever, Hoseok. How the death of his mother inspired him to create a legacy. She raised her own Koi fish, dabbled in classic mythology, made portraits. Some of them, Yoongi keeps in his flat. Her art is just stunning 

Under each skin in the studio but especially his own does it live on

You know it’s what makes him so beautiful to others and you. That’s the secret

It’s easy to sleep next to him understanding that

He looks less wrecked than when he first opened the door

The next morning Yoongi types in a second ‘appointment’ with you into his Android

You say Tuesday afternoon is convenient, same take-out?

He says yes, and the gloves will be safely stored until then. Then hands over an expensive lotion for your chest to apply two times a day, super balmy with rosemary and Castor oil. You reply thanks but didn’t he give you some proper cream yesterday? Oh, that one was different? This is just the cherry on top then, alright. 

He smiles goodbye on the snowy porch with a muttered “Anytime” that leaves you giddy in your coat.

Min Yoongi

Oh well

He’s a clean bitch

From start to finish.

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[sassysweetcollegegirls]

The Equine AU that No one really is looking for... ( Might need to call this RIDE MY GUYS  but that sounds hella weird so working on it )

Lance’s day always started the same way; the little alarm clock beside his bed would buzz and then Hunk would wander in and throw the only fancy pillow he owned at Lance’s face. This routine had started because Hunk was a light sleeper and the only one who could hear the alarm go off and not wake Pidge up. 

“I’m up.” Lance hissed rubbing his face as he sat up stretching out the old kinks of his muscles. Hunk just grumbled something as he went back to bed and Lance put his feet to the floor. Waking up for Lance was something special once he had his feet on the floor. “ Alright clothes” he grumbled as he pulled on the tight pair of dark jeans with holes and deep pockets,a tank-top and black hoodie were added to the ensemble and then he sat himself down to pick up his boots. His boots were the most important part of his outfit. The boots were Italian and soft as butter they cut off just at the knee and hugged him in all the right places but they were a bitch to get on. He always had to lay his legs out and then he had to zip each one half way before he had to bend them and zip them the rest of the way up and button down the final button. 

Once the boots were on he stuffed his pockets full of carrots and sugar cubes from the kitchen that was always kept well stocked by Hunk. Then he would dart down the stairs of the apartment and head into the barn. The barn was the place Lance seemed to be the happiest. He loved the wide set aisles and the big doors that held the horses his family so cherished. 

Lance smiled as he grabbed the empty blue bucket by the end of the aisle. Everything was dark still. He loved this part of his morning the way the shadows and the light from the feed room hit the floor as he scooped grain from the manger into the blue bucket. Once his bucket was filled he stepped onto the ladder and climbed into the hay loft. The hay loft was always the same tall ceilings with wooden floors that gleamed from years of having bales slid across the surface. The rope he hung for Pidge swung lazily.  It took eighteen bales to feed the whole barn in the mornings and Lance tossed all the bales carefully down the chute and then climbed down the ladder and loaded them all onto the ATV trailer he grabbed the bucket from the feed room on the floor and before switching on the lights he turned on the cd that Pidge had made him and he turned it up. 

“Perfect.” he whispered before he skipped out the door and toward the ATV.  He  deposited hay into all the paddocks making note of the sun rising in the sky. He was right on time.He hurried himself back to the barn hoping that he would give the morning round of feed before Shiro showed up to let everyone out. He pushed open the doors of the big red barn in excitement, “RAZZLE DAZZLE GANG UP AND ATTUM.” 

The doors opening caused the horses to stamp their hooves in excitement. They knew the routine and they welcomed the idea of food and Lance. Lance was one of their favorite things in the barn (aside from Hunk who always seemed to make some kind of fresh mashes and treats for them). So morning feed and Lance was easily one of the most exciting things in their lives. Lance walked down the aisle visiting all twenty horses as he fed. 

Each one was different. There was the old mares that they used for breeding that wore bright orange collars around their necks. Lance loved showering the mares in kisses and treats and touching their bellies to feel their upcoming foals kicking. He fed them sugar cubes before visiting the three year olds who were always wild and demanding,” Can’t you guys relax, just breakfast time. Plenty of time to razzle dazzle later.” He crooned he always gave them a sugar cube before he'd rub his fingers along their soft soft muzzles and give them a strong pat. The geldings were funny they were always crabby grabbing for each other and fighting just until Lance reached them. Then they would stand as if they had the best manners on the planet nudging his shoulders and hood almost demanding that he give up the goods (he always did). Then there was the riding horses and these were the ones wrapped in blankets and boots, carefully shod and bathed so that they shown like silver coins. 

Hunk rode dressage and his horse was a dapple grey. She was smaller and wider than the rest of the horses in the barn her muzzle and eyes were rimmed with dark makeup and her mane was this salt and pepper color that Lance pictured being like spun silver. She was sweet and courageous Lance always gave her two sugars and one carrot and made sure to rub under her forelock before he visited the others known she was sensitive.  Pidge’s horse was kind of bizarre. It was this LARGE BLACK and white mountain of HAIR you could hardly ever see the things eyes! It’s movements were always a little bit clumpier than others and it always took more nagging to get him to do things but some how he made the small girl sale across cross country courses in record times. No one questioned their teamwork (or Pidge’s devotion after Lance found her braiding the beast’s hair with green ribbons and talking about some nerd device she had built to make braiding and grooming at shows simpler for Shiro). 

Lance’s horse was the coolest of all. She shone like a copper penny. She was fast and childish. She liked to do things her way so it took some convincing sometimes to get her to listen but Lance had no problems with her he knew you just had to ask her right. She took him higher than he had ever been flying over jumps that were 4′4 and higher but he hadn’t shown her yet. Something kept telling him she wasn’t ready and he respected that. He spent the most time in his morning with her giving her treats and talking to her about training the three year olds. 

So when Shiro found him braced against her shoulder eyes closed talking about Pidge’s near disaster with an oven he really couldn’t say he was surprised,” You do realize If you keep doing my chores, I won't have a job right?” Shiro was smiling unangry. 

“ I just fed and put out hay. I didn’t touch the stalls or the turnout.” Lance responded exiting the stalls. 

“ Good, I can’ have you fussing to much with the stalls right now. We have a mare getting dropped off this afternoon. I need to switch some of these guys around make room for her.” Shiro groaned softly as he entered Red’s stall and removed her blanket carefully. Lance stood by to hold it and whatever else Shiro threw at him.

Shiro was one of the most attractive men Lance had ever seen. He was strong from hours of lifting hay and buckets and hauling tack across the yard as well as doing sit-ups and whatever weird excersizes Lance found him doing around the yard on occasion. His white hair wasn’t easy to understand with his age but the whole parent persona was. So anything Shiro said Lance did without question. The horses also seemed calmed by him despite the weird mechanical arm that he refused to explain ( Lance tried asking he just ended up in a water trough).

“ What do you need from me today?” Lance probed as he folded and put away Red’s blanket on her stall watching as Shiro attached a Halter and lead to Red.

“ Your dad bought the horse sight unseen. I need you to have a set of cross ties and brushes ready for when they come in. Your dad wants you to decide if we are gunna keep her or hand her back. Check for lameness and soundness. Jump heights, stuff like that oh and get her stall ready and if your really really a dear bring me one of hunks sweet treats.”

“Alright and who's on my docket today?” Shiro handed Lance Red and Red nuzzled his hands for more treats. Lance started walking toward the double doors 

“ I need you to work Red and let’s see if you can get on Aursian today. If you can’t I’ll have call Adam see if he’s looking for something for the track. “ Shiro was working quickly and handing Lance the next horse who happened to be the White Andalusian who belonged to Allura. He walked the two down the aisle toward the sun thinking about how much there was to do. 

***

Once everyone was turned out Lance set to work cleaning up one of the open wash stalls and setting out a few brushes making sure that there was clean snaps and towels for the incoming guest horse his father bought. 

“LANCE.” The screech was loud as were the pounding of feet as Pidge came flying into the wash stall a big silver tray held high above her head. “ HIDE ME.” She was dressed in her typical green t-shirt and tan breeches with boots that were two sizes two big but completly hers. Her red hair was braided into careful  ribbons of green and white. 

“You didn’t” Lance pled looking at the tray. 

“ I took all the turnovers before Hunk was finished baking. They are all still warm. YOU HAVE TO HIDE ME.” She was begging 

“ No way, this is suicide Pidge! Hunk Cherishes those turnovers! He brings them to the Nuns Pidge. NUNS.” Lance was whining and groaning and looking at the tray of baked turnovers,” is that apple?” 

“YES! NOW HIDE ME.” 

“KATHRINE MARYANNE GUNDERSON.” There was a rumble of thunder and Lance and Pidge swallowed nervously. 

“shitshitshitshitshitshitsshitshit.” Lance sang as he reached too the tray and pulled out two turnovers. 

Pidge looked frantically for a place to put the tray Lance was busy trying to think of how to shove a hot turnover in his pocket. 

“Those TURNOVERS are for THE SISTERS at ST. PATRICKS HOME FOR WAYWARD CHILDREN! If I find them buried in sawdust or gone; I will be take ROVER outside and  LET HIM ROLL IN A MUD PITT.”  Hunk thundered stomping down the halls looking into the stalls trying to find a wayward Pidge. 

Pidge couldn’t handle that she was anal about Rovers black and white coat being kept spotless,” YOU WOULDN’T.” She gaped stepping into the hall holding the tray full of turnovers minus the two. 

Hunk came down and took the tray from her,” If these were anything less than whole trust me I would.” Hunk carefully scanned them his Carmel face sunk with worry. “ Did you eat two?” He asked hysteria threatening to spill over and Lance’s heart broke sadly as he stepped out from the corner brandishing the two turnovers with great sadness if there was one thing Lance couldn’t stand it was to see Hunk cry. 

Hunk towered over Pidge. He was more broad than tall and his hair was messy but always kept clean. He wore a wooden cross around his neck and plain white tee’s that never seemed to get dirty no matter what he did. He wore blue jeans and cowboy boots (something Lance tried to tell him was going to get him laughed at but he never seemed to care) the only time he wore jodhpurs was when he was practicing or when he was showing. Then Hunk was a different creature all together. 

“I took them.. I couldn’t help it. Your turnovers are like heaven sent Hunk.” He cooed pleading showing a turnover in each hand offering them back to him. 

“ WAIT a second.”  Hunk’s eyes narrowed and he lifted Lance’s hands to his Face,” Did you start chores this morning?” 

“ What kind of question is that? When doesn’t Lance start morning chores?” Pidge scoffed her arms crossing over her chest pouting because her trickery had been stopped. 

“Because that means he’s been feeding treats. Did you wash your hands?” Hunk’s eyes looked crazed and he was holding Lance’s wrist higher than his head. 

“n-no..” 

Hunk hung his head. “ I can’t feed these to the sisters, what if Rover or Red or Shay left bits of mucus on your hands... Now I have to make more. PIDGE I’m changing the WIFI PASSWORD.” He said pushing her as he stomped passed her and back toward the door to the apartment. 

“Not fair.” Pidge whispered following him head hung low in shame. 

“I told her it was suicide.” Lance states as he takes a bite of the turnover that Hunk had left him carefully pocketing the other before going to harass Shiro. 

Shiro was standing in the driveway next too the black and gold Trailer they used to go to horse shows when Lance found him. He handed Shiro the turnover before carefully propping his arm on the mans shoulder to finish his own.

“ How the hell did you get this?” Shiro wondered a form of amazement coloring his tone. He knew that Hunks turnovers were meant for the nuns or special occasions,” Hunk doesn’t just give out his rollover’s.” 

“ Pidge was on a suicide mission this morning. Besides the point they are called TURN-OVERS. not Rollovers. So what are we waiting for?” Lance inquired watching the driveway that Shiro had been so intently staring at. 

Shiro was busy stuffing his face with turnover so it took him a moment to answer,” Horse is supposed to roll up here in a minute.” 

“ That one dad bought?” 

“ One and the same.” 

“ Where did he get it from?” 

“ Came from place called Kerberos... He said there was some kind of special conditions that came with it though. If you ask me it’s pretty stupid to buy any horse unseen.” Shiro scoffed and Lance smiled. It wasn’t common knowledge but Shiro and Lance had more than one thing in common and it wasn't all about the horses. 

Shiro was opinionated but he was respectful. He worked hard and did his part and he was battle wounded and scared.But he was also gay and that was something that Lance’s parent’s didn’t know about Lance. That he liked guy’s sure he loved women but he also loved men. So when Lance met Shiro who openly admitted his sexuality (out loud in front of Lances’s parents (and Lance’s parents just blinked and moved on giving Shiro free reign of the barn and with their son)). Lance was amazed and followed Shiro around taking note of his behavior and his style trying to understand where he got it all from. Shiro didn’t give up his secrets though. 

“ You know Dad. He won’t do something he thinks we can’t handle.” Lance muttered and stretched his arms unto the sky.  Just as his neck cracked a silver truck came strolling carefully down the drive attached to it was a small rusty two horse trailer. It seemed strange that his father would have picked up a horse from somewhere that didn’t have a nice trailer. 

Lance started preparing himself for undernurishment and fuzzy worm gut. Shiro looked at him out of the corner of his eye and the two waited for the trailer to stop. The truck stopped and a man dressed in an alarming shade of purple jumped out. He was tall and narrow and his hair was white like Allura’s but he seemed younger and angrier.  There was a blur as a second body jumped out of the truck but Lance wasn’t paying attention because he was shaking hands with the tall handsome awkwardly dressed purple man. “ My name is Lotor. Thank you for purchasing our stallion..It kills my father to part with the beast but as you know our trainer Haggar has passed and we have no skilled riders anymore.” The words were smooth and honest but something about what Lotor was saying was unsettling. 

“ Well, Deal’s not finished yet. I need to see him and watch him move. See what kind of skills he has. I know my father has already written you a check but sometimes if the horse doesn’t fit the program theres nothing you can do but find another buyer.” Lance cautioned his eyes moving to an opening of a rusting trailer door. He still hadn’t seen the second person to come out of the truck. But he was watching waiting to see what came out from the trailer with eager eyes. 

The first thing he saw was the tail. It was black and braided into a tight three braid that Pidge would have been proud of. Next was the feathering it was smooth and well groomed attached to hooves that reminded Lance of Hunks big baking pans that he used to make layer cakes. Everything else came out in a rush and for a moment Lance had to blink because HOLYSHIT. That thing had to be 17.2 and the boy handling it was so hot Lance had to swallow and blink to be sure he was real. 

“KEITH?!?” Shiro’s voice was louder than Lance had ever heard it and the horse  sidestepped in alarmed while Keith turned his head. His hair was jet black (and was that a mullet oh my fucking God (Hunk would kill him for that)(this was not the 80′s)) his violet eyes flashed angrily as he looked at the men huddled away from the horse. He was wearing this half cut red jacket and black jeans like Lance’s but he had on these old converse that were filled with holes and you could see his socks. He wore a dark-tank top and he had a Tatoo on his neck that Lance wanted to touch badly. The lip ring was what was killing Lance the most though he seemed to have the want to pull it into his mouth and hear it click against his teeth. 

“He hates shouting. Where do I take him?” Keith snapped looking to Shiro for confirmation and Shiro blinked almost to lost to process and Lotor cleared his throat. 

Lance awkwardly shuffled forward,” Follow me. Shiro why don’t you get...” 

“ His name is Voltron.” Keith grumbled as he reached up to fix the stallions forelock. The stallion seemed calm as long as Keith was touching him. Keith seemed so small next to Voltron who was nothing but muscle and height and darkness all rolled into one. 

“Voltron. Right, I’ll get them to a wash stall and you bring them his things and then Lotor and I can talk about Voltron’s history. “ 

The odd trio walked into the barn and Lance watched Keith listening to the careful clip clop of Voltron’s hove’s against the cement aisle. He seemed well set and his steps were wide and careful, Keith walked beside the stallion hands in his pockets shoulders broad his head barely brushing the top of the stallions withers. 

“Voltron is legendary when it comes to jumping. He is fast and spook proof. I’ve seen him approach a Liverpool and clear it even if he’s three strides short.” Lotor gushes his voice confident watching as Lance points Keith to a wash stall and Keith confidently backs Voltron in. Voltron stands patiently brown eyes latched on Keith who begins by putting him in cross-ties.  

“He has impeccable ground manners. Never kicked anyone. Has produced some real winners...” Lotor is still talking and Lance watches Keith unwrap the stallions legs. Keith’s fingers were long and covered in leather half biking gloves they were firm and quick as they unwrapped  and carefully re-rolled the wraps. Lance was never patient enough to re-roll his wraps after he’d used them he usually waited until after they came out of the dryer and they were a tangled mess to make them into neat little rolls again. 

Voltron seemingly board nipped at Keith’s hair. Keith stopped to reach into his pocket and offer the stallion an odd shaped brown nugget that he couldn’t identify. “Keith, I told you not to feed that Beast any treats.” Lotor hissed carefully and Keith stilled before nodding softly.  

Shiro came in sighing loudly. 

“ We treat our horses here Lotor so if he ends up here he will end up getting a lot of those type of things. Is that a problem?” Shiro asked his tone turning business as he dropped the tack on the rack at the end of the wash stall where Keith could easily reach it. 

Keith was watching the two men and grooming. His hands were making smooth sweeping circles over Voltron's coat and he was  using quite a bit of fore making the stallion lean gently into him. The two were focused. 

“ Not at all. I am just not particularly fond of the practice is all.” Lotor responded trying to slide a reassuring smile onto his face but it was still unsettling to Lance. 

“I want to know what the special circumstances are with the stallion though.” Shiro leveled ignoring the statement. 

“ Why don’t we decide if there is going to be business here or not?” Lotor challenged him. Lance watched something was off about this display of power and he wasn’t sure why. He trusted Shiro though and everything in him was screaming that Shiro needed to handle Lotor right now. Lance just needed to observe and be present when the time came he would step in and make the decision he needed to. 

Keith had unbraided Voltron’s tail and began setting him up with tack. He was very gentle. Nothing about the process was rushed. When Voltron puffed up his gut to keep Keith from tightening the Girth the young man smirked. “ Don’t pull those tricks on me.” He whispered and then he tapped the stallion’s belly once and the stallion was once again breathing normal girth tightened up to the appropriate length to walk to the arena.  

The brideling was what Lance wanted to watch. Keith was careful as he gathered a bit in his hands. It wasn’t winter but he still blew hot air onto the metal to warm it up. 

“ Why do you do that?” Shiro inquired his eyes having finally wandered over to Keith again at some point. 

Keith didn’t answer. He simply blew a little more and then he touched the metal closing his eyes. He removed the cross-ties and Voltron’s halter,” Nieder.” he commanded and the stallion dropped his head to a point below Keith’s shoulder. The stallion accepted the warm bit like candy and Keith carefully secured the bridle and checked the leg wraps one last time before gathering the reins in his hand. 

“ Where to?” 

Shiro led them down the hall to the indoor arena which was freshly dragged and  Lance looked at a couple of the jumps. 

“ Lotor why don’t you go out and put Keith and Voltron through their paces. I’ll set up a jump. We’ll see what happens from there. “ Shiro stated 

Lance took a spot on the wall. His eyes were wide as he watched Keith literally gather a hand full of Voltron's mane into his fist and pull himself into the saddle. 

“ HOLY SNIKEY That’s a nice ass.” Pidge whistled coming to stand beside him watching as Keith literally hefted himself upward and bent at the waist to get on. 

“Jesus Christ PIDGE!” Lance jumped and then he felt a warm hand on his shoulder and a voice at his ear. 

“ Don’t take the lords name in vain please. You remember what happened the last time that happened. Now what on earth is that?” Hunk asked leaving his arm around Lance’s shoulder and pointing carefully at Keith and Voltron. 

“That is supposedly the horse my father bought sights unseen.” Lance said watching carefully as Keith began a careful trot around the arena. He kept a perfect post that made Lance wonder what his thighs would feel like if he touched them. 

“ AND THE THING ON TOP OF THAT MONSTER?” Pidge Hush whispered as Keith rode by eyes forward heels down to focused to care. 

“ That would be Keith I believe.” Lance muttered watching as Keith asked Voltron for a Canter. Voltron of course was supple and responsive giving in and pushing his hind end under him and it was almost magical how much ground he covered. It looked like he crossed the arena in three strides. Keith sat his canter as if he had ridden it his whole life his gaze was calm his fingers were soft and he looked like he was talking to Voltron but Lance couldn’t be sure. 

“I’d let him give me a lesson anyday.” Lance fessed up setting his arm on top of Pidge’s head,” you know take the lip ring he’s got and ju-” Hunk put his hand over Lance’s mouth. 

“ Alright we get it. Keith’s hot. But are you looking at Voltron? How smooth that gate is can you imagine sitting that?” Hunk was watching and Lance knew he was supposed to be watching too but he was having a hard time. Pidge was  watching calculating there was something always so precise about her gaze. 

“What you thinking Gremlin?” Lance pressed.

“ I wanna see Keith make him half pass and then if he can take a seven foot fence.” She responded her eyes never leaving the black mass that had now slowed and switched directions repeating a process. 

“KEITH: I WANNA SEE A HALF PASS IN EACH DIRECTION AND THEN I WANNA SEE HIM TAKE A FENCE.” Lance cupped his hands and called into the arena. Keith narrowed his eyes and whispered something to Voltron which made the stallions ears twitch. 

Keith gathered his hands and bit down on the center of his lip. Lance watched as he and Voltron seemed to cross the arena again this time it was a little more complicated the side pass was still beautiful and flawless but it took work for both horse and rider.  Keith was looking at fence’s once he'd made a successful set of side passes in each direction.  

Everyone held their breath. None of the jumps in the arena were under five feet so taking any jump without seeing it and having setting foot in the arena before was risky. 

“ Im not sure I can watch this...” Hunk whispered,” Keith doesn't even have a helmet.” 

Pidge looked at Keith eyes narrowed,” I think Keith takes bigger risks than riding without a helmet Hunk.” 

Lance wasn’t paying attention to the exchange between Hunk and Pidge. He was watching Keith. Being a Jumper he knew it took guts and bravery to have a horse carry you over a fence but you also had to be skilled. You had to count and know how the footing was going to be for it to be successful. There has to be so much right or everything could go so wrong. 

Keith wasn’t paying attention to Lotor who was waving and throwing dirt at Voltron trying to prove how “safe” to jump he really was. Keith collected most of the dirt he kept his eyes forward. His lips were moving and his eyes were open as Voltron thundered toward the biggest jump available. Keith’s went up into a two point minutes before they hit the jump. His eyes closed and he let his fingers wrap in Voltron’s mane. Lance thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Keith looked vulnerable and peaceful and Voltron was happy. He never stopped talking though. His eyes opened the minute Voltron hit the ground. 

Keith made Voltron walk for a bit patting and talking and Lance realized the whole time he rode Voltron he’d spoke to him. Shiro came behind Lance,” Tell me what you want to do Lance.” 

“ I want up in the saddle.” Lance replied a smile creeping into his voice as he watched Keith get down and check Voltron's legs. Shiro nodded going to get Lotor and inform him of what Lance wanted to do. 

Lotor paled a little at Shiro’s words and Hunk and Pidge looked at Lance,” That thing is a power trip Lance. You get on that and theres no telling what’s gunna come out of it.” Pidge warned. 

“I’m with the Gremlin on this one. As beautiful and perfect as he seems something tells me you shouldn’t get up there...” Hunk said taking his hand off Lance’s shoulder and rubbing the back of his head. 

“ARE YOU SERIOUS? YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT COULD HAPPEN LOTOR.” Came An Angry shout. It was enough to make Voltron (who Shiro was now holding) sidestep nervously. Shiro reached out to give him a sugar cube but the stallion turned it down eyeing the boy in the red coat who was storming up to Lance. 

“ You are a fucking idiot. Voltron is not some push button pony your DADDY bought you to play with. Have fun getting drilled.” Keith spat pushing angrily past Lance down the aisle of the barn and outside 

“What. The. Fuck. Was. That?” Pidge demanded things besides anger coloring her tone. 

Shiro approached Lance carefully handing him a helmet from the wall and Voltron’s reins, “ I’ll help you up. I wouldn’t take anything bigger than a cross rail the first time. Just give him a test. See how it goes. “ 

Lance nodded and strapped on the helmet. Voltron seemed to be nervous he kept dancing in place. Lance couldn’t help but swallow nervously as he reached for the withers high above his head.  Voltron is not some push button pony your Daddy bought you. Lance’s blood was boiling. Who the Fuck was Keith to say shit like that. SURE he came in riding this really cool horse that could jump insane heights. But Lance didn’t ride push button ponies. 

Lance was repeating YOU DON’T RIDE PUSH BUTTON PONIES. As his ass hit the saddle. Voltron was Tall and he knew that. What he wasn’t prepared for was the long strides of a gallop when he gathered the reins in his hands. No amount of pulling no emergency stop tricks. NOTHING was connecting to Voltron. It was like the stallion had come unglued. The horse was pure muscle running towards jumps at high speed. So Lance did the only thing he could think of and bailed. The stallion kept running jumping whatever jump he felt like. 

Lance rolled and then stood as Shiro came to his aid,” what the hell happened?” He asked watching as Voltron continued to jump anything he could see. Hunk and Pidge had shut the arena doors keeping him contained. Lotor was nowhere to be found. 

“ That horse is nutty! That’s what!” Lance barked and ran a hand through his hair. “ How are we supposed to catch this idiot?” 

The doors opened and Keith stepped inside as if he was the answer to Lance’s prayers. Hands in his pocket eyes angry. His posture was relaxed. He went to the center of the arena and stood.  Voltron seeing Keith slowed considerably but stopped a great distance from him. Keith sighed shaking his head,” Komm her.” he called and the stallion obliged his body drenched with sweat. He leaned against Keith as he took his now broken reins in his hands. 

Lance watched stunned. Keith showed up and Voltron became soft as a kitten. There was nothing threatening or challenging about him when he looked at Keith with those big brown eyes. 

Keith walked by Lance his eyes full of challenge,” idiot.” 

Lance stood mouth gaping and then he turned to Shiro, “ We are taking Voltron.” 

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Dangerous (Sam Drake x OC) - Chapter 22

All of the previous chapters can be found on A03 or on FF.net. 

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A quick summary: Faith takes a day off and celebrates a holiday Sam had forgotten all about. The duo also satusify a curiosity they’ve had about the other.

A big thank you to all of the comments, kudos and reblogs. They really mean the world to me and give me the confidence to keep posting this story. It’s nice to know when people are enjoying it.

Days had passed since the close call at the cemetery with Nox's men. After seeing the Third Artillery inscription on the tombstones, full on research mode was on. Faith and Sam both knew that they were in a race with Jasper Nox for information, for treasure, and that, one way or another, the end was near. The days of the week followed one another quickly, one rolling into the next, a giant snowball of days and data that was proving to be empty. Of the three forts in the Florida Keys they had scoured, they were 0 for three on leads for where they were garrisoned.

The next day brought a late and hazy Sunday morning. Faith had woken up later than Sam, something that wasn't entirely out of the ordinary, except instead of the typical twenty minutes, it took Faith an extra two hours to get out of bed.

As Sam came in from his smoke, Faith emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a black tank top and army green shorts. Her hair hung in frizzy clumps around the glasses on her face and the almost vacant, tired look she had solidified her lack of enthusiasm for the day ahead.

“Morning,” Sam greeted her, putting his smokes down on the table.

“Hey.”

“I didn't think you were gonna wake up today.”

Faith offered Sam a half-hearted shrug of her shoulders, causing a feather of concern to blow into his brain. Something seemed a little off. Noticing the uneasiness in his eyes, Faith scratched her scalp vigorously and quickly threw her hair up into a sloppy ponytail. Roughly rubbing her face to get the blood running, she stood in front of the notebooks and textbooks in front of them.

“Alright, where did we leave off?”

"We got nothin' out of the names from the gravestones. I say we go back to Fort Taylor-"

“We've been there,” Faith said flatly, cutting him off.

“We go back to Fort Taylor and see if there is anything we missed. Officer names, other regiments.” “We've been there, twice. We got all we could. We followed up on every bit of it. Nothing.” Faith replied, her arms crossed in front of her chest as she leaned back against the wall.

Sam offered a deep sigh. He didn't want to admit it, but he was starting to run out of ideas.

“Cemetery then. Go back through,-”

"Sam," Faith interrupted, then offered up an annoyed sigh.

“We go back through and look for more members of the Third Artillery,” Sam said, talking over Faith's groans of protest.

“We've already been through there already! Multiple times! Every one that we found, nothing. Not a single fucking thing!” Faith waved her arms in frustration as she started to pace.

Sam leaned on the table. He cocked his head to the side and stared at Faith, his own frustration starting to percolate as well. "I'm starting to run dry on ideas here sister; you got any more you want to throw out there?"

“You're supposed to be the famous treasure hunter, think of more treasure hiding places!” She said, her voice raised to a frustrated peak.

“Hey!” Sam said defensively.

Faith closed her eyes and massaged the tender spots above her eyebrows.

“Nope, I can't do this today. Can't do it,” She said, shaking her head slowly, the tips of her fingers still pressing against her forehead.

"What?" Sam questioned as he watched Faith stalk across the room towards their duffels.

“I can't do this today Samuel. Not today,” She said as she grabbed a handful of crumpled bills. Folding them hastily, she stood up and stuffed them in the front pocket of her shorts.

“I need a break,” Faith declared and headed to the room door, sliding on her sneakers.

"If you come up with any great ideas, beautiful. In the meantime, I'll be at the bar."

Faith shut the door behind her with a resounding slam. Sam glanced at the time on the small microwave of their kitchenette.

11:02 AM.

What the hell was that? Sam thought to himself.

Sam knew better than to follow her. They had been in close quarters with each other for the last three weeks, and the pressure to find what Dr. Mudd had hidden before Jasper compounded with each passing day. With no real time to recharge, it was just a matter of time before one of them snapped; therefore Sam had no qualms about amusing himself for a couple of hours and letting Faith have some space.

Sam sat at the small table in the hotel room, half-heartedly flipping through an oversized glossy book about Key West Marinas. As the time passed, the cigarette breaks became more and more frequent. After two hours, Sam pushed the books away, a sour lemon look of disgust on his face. He was getting nowhere.

Defeated for the day, Sam grabbed a fresh, cold six pack out of the mini fridge and plopped down on the bouncy hotel bed. Flipping the TV on to a local channel, he opened himself a beer. As the TV played a program on the dangers of invasive species of fish to the Keys ecosystem, Sam let his mind wander back to Mary Todd Lincoln, Samuel Mudd, and their surprising friendship. Taking the pirate coin out of his front pocket, he began to dance it over his fingers, flipping it expertly end over end as it passed each knuckle. The familiar motion calmed the unintentional nicotine surge he had caused with his frequent smoke breaks.

I still don't get it. How do you forgive anybody after they've killed someone, especially someone you love? Alright, he didn't pull the trigger, but that's beside the point. He helped out the bad guy. Mudd was right, she musta been an angel or somethin' cause I sure as shit don't think I could.

Lost in thought, the minutes flipped by, turning into hours. Sam was oblivious to the time that had passed. He had mastered the art of amusing himself, having spent a good chunk of his adult life learning to ignore the passage of time or he would have been apt to lose his mind in that 9x9 cell.

It wasn't until he reached for a beer from his second six-pack and found the cardboard container empty that he finally noticed the time on the microwave.

4:52 PM

Sam grabbed his cellphone. No messages.

Shit, I better go and make sure she's still alright.

Slipping the room key, the coin, and his smokes into his shirt pocket, he stepped out into the muggy afternoon and headed towards their bar.

With 52 bars on the tiny island, Faith and Sam had designated The Green Parrot their bar. It was situated a block away from their hotel, had stiff drinks, decent food and was never crammed with tourists. With an atmosphere that seemed to cater more towards the less rowdy crowd, it was the perfect place for them to drink and talk about research without having to yell over a woo-hooing bachelor party of twenty-somethings.

Sam rounded the edge of the block and under the green awnings that lined the corner of the building. A wall of cold air hit him in the face as he walked through the doorway, causing goosebumps to appear on his forearms.

After their third visit, Faith had nicknamed the decor Taxidermist Goes Tropical. The upper walls were lined with mounted tropical birds while intricate mobiles of seashells hung from the ceiling. Random animal mosaics of beer bottle caps decorated the walls and strands of clear rope lights edged the bar and which gave off a comfortable glow after the sun had set.

Sam looked toward the square bar situated in the middle of the room and caught the eye of Ronni, the young female bartender who worked most of the nights Sam and Faith had stopped in. Ronni set down the tray of clean glasses she carried in front of her and gave a quick wave to Sam before she pointed to the side of the bar behind her. Sam offered her a toothless grin as a thank you and headed to the back side of the bar.

Faith sat by herself on her bar stool, eyes closed, happily bouncing along with the Kinks song that was playing over the bar speakers. The remains of her latest drink was pushed to the far edge of the bar where it eagerly awaited its replacement. Sam slid a bar stool next to Faith, the scraping sound from the metal legs on the dull hardwood pulling her out of the happiness of the song.

“This alright?” Sam asked.

Faith nodded.

Sam sat down next to her while Ronni set a fresh drink in front of Faith.

"Ah! Thank you, dear," Faith said, gratefully taking a long sip from the straw with a content smile on her face.

“No problem. Usual for you?” Ronni asked, more for verification than permission, her hands already pouring Sam three fingers worth of scotch on the rocks and setting the drink down in front of him.

Sam nodded and muttered thanks, not taking his attention away from Faith.

“So,” Faith said, letting the straw drop from her lips back into her drink, “Any major discoveries?”

Sam shook his head.

“Didn't think so.”

Sam took a sip of his drink, the liquid flooding his belly with a dull fire.

“I don't know how you can drink that stuff,” Faith said, pointing to his glass with a disgusted look on her face.

"You do realize that scotch and whiskey are the same things, just mine's Scottish?" He asked her.

"Yours is Scottish, but it's also made from a different grain mash. See, my bourbon here is mostly corn mash while yours is made with mostly barley," She said with a know-it-all smirk.

Sam's raised his eyebrows and gave a nod of approval.

“You know your whiskey,” He said.

“You bet your sweet bippy I do,” She said, raising the straw to her lips, “You know what else I know about it?”

“What?”

"Yours is disgusting while mine is delicious," She gave him a broad smile and went back to sipping her drink quickly through her straw.

Sam chuckled, sipping his own. He loved seeing her this relaxed, her personality that she liked to keep so guarded and downplayed on full display. Every time Sam got to see it, he managed to learn something new about her. Tonight, he discovered that she knew about whiskey. He liked drunk Faith and was relieved that whatever had troubled her this morning seemed to be gone.

“So, I was thinkin' Mudd-”

Faith held her hand up and shushed him.

“No, shhhhh. Just no. No work.”

“What?” He questioned.

“Shhhh,” Faith said, drawing it out long and holding her index finger against his mouth. It reminded Sam of a little kid shushing another in a library; He pursed his lips together behind her finger to stop himself from laughing.

"No work today. It's a holiday, and there is no work on holidays, by decree of the United States Post Office post office. There is no mail. Therefore there shall be no work," She prattled dramatically, taking her finger away and using it to emphasize her point instead.

“I don't think there's a holiday today sweetheart,” Sam said, taking another sip.

"There is, it may not be a holiday for everyone, but it's a holiday for me!”

Sam wracked his brain, trying to think of what holiday she could be talking about. Yom Kippur? Roshashana? Easter?

Faith held her glass up to Sam, the melting ice cubes rattling against each other.

“Happy Mother's Day Sam,”

Sam's heart dropped into his stomach. He hadn't thought about Mother's Day in over thirty years. He could remember that it was on a Sunday, but not what month it was. It had been a very long time since he had last celebrated a Mother's Day. He had Nathan to keep him preoccupied, and it wasn't a holiday that was talked about, let alone celebrated at an orphanage. Sam assumed this had to be the first one for Faith since her mother had died six months ago.

Sam offered up his glass in return.

“Happy Mother's Day Faith,” He replied.

He clinked his glass against hers and the sadness that lurked underneath the drunken glassiness in Faith's eyes as their glasses touched made his heart break for her. Sam tipped his drink back, draining the rest of it before setting it down on the far edge of the bar.

Faith pushed the sadness she was feeling away. She refused to be a crying, depressed drunk. Not today. Today was going to be a good day, no matter how much she had to drink to make it that way.

“Ronni! Can I ask you a favor?” Faith said in a sweet sing-song voice.

“What's up dear?” Ronni asked, her hands already working at fresh drinks for the both of them.

“Can you please play some Depeche Mode?” Faith asked.

Ronni set the drinks down in front of them as a groan escaped Sam. “I think I can do that. Any particular one?”

“Dealer's choice,” Faith answered.

Ronni laughed and returned to the other side of the bar where the sound system was kept.

"You're doing this to bug me, aren't you?" Sam asked.

"Maybe just a little bit," Faith said with a wink getting up from her barstool. Feeling just a little bit wobbly, grabbed Sam's shoulder to steady herself.

"Alright. Be right back. I have to pee! Don't go anywhere!" She said as she stalked towards the bathroom, her voice getting louder as she approached the whitewashed door of the ladies room.

Sam chuckled and shook his head a bit.

“You're girlfriend's a trip,” Ronni said to Sam, putting three shot glasses on the bar in front of him.

“That she is,” He replied, not bothering to correct her.

A Depeche Mode song began to play loudly over the speakers called 'Personal Jesus.' Although he wasn't a fan of the band, he knew the song very well.

"Ha ha! Perfect Ronni!" Faith called from the bathroom door with a laugh. She closed her eyes and let the music move through her as she made her way to the bar, singing to herself and dancing as she went.

Sam swiveled around on his bar stool and watched as Faith danced heedlessly towards the bar. Her hips rolled and dipped provocatively to the steady beat of the song while she ran her fingers through her hair.

Holy shit, Sam thought as a throbbing heat radiated throughout his body, his cheeks turning flush like an embarrassed teen. He watched her ass as it turned and swayed towards him, her bare shoulders in her tank top as they rolled with the beat and the content smile on her face as she moved like no one was watching her.

“Reach out and touch Faith. Your own...personal...Jesus,” She sang to Sam who she had caught staring at her. After her quick impromptu serenade, Faith laughed and continued dancing with herself back to her spot at the bar.

He bit down on his bottom lip with a hunger that had continued to grow within him over the past three weeks.

When she finally made it back, Sam cleared his throat and turned back towards Ronni behind the bar while Faith used his shoulder again to steady herself onto her seat.

C'mon Samuel, get it together. She's just a little drunk; it's not like she was puttin' on a show for you, he thought as Ronni filled the shot glasses with a good whiskey.

“On the house guys. You're good people,” She said before drinking one of the shots herself and heading back to refill some drinks on the other side of the bar.

"Thanks, Roni!" Faith said happily before taking one of the small glasses in her hand. Noticing the song had changed, Faith turned towards Sam.

“Now admit it, Depeche Mode songs aren't that bad,” Faith said staring him down with a smile.

I know that look. She's given me that look before, Sam thought before the moment clicked into place.

"I don't mind that one," Sam admitted as they both took their shots at the same time and set the empty glasses down on the bar top. Faith grabbed them and pushed them away from the two of them and bounced in place merrily to the new song playing over the speakers.

“So uh, I gotta ask,” Sam said.

“What?”

“Actually, it's more like satisfying a curiosity.” He revised.

“And what's that?”

Sam stretched to his right towards the plastic container on the inner lip of the bar that held the napkins and fruity garnishes. He grabbed a bright red maraschino cherry and held them in front of Faith by its stem.

“I believe you said something about cherry stems,” Sam said suggestively.

Faith put her head down on the bar, hiding her face in her arms while her body shook with a drunken, embarrassed laughter. It was an off-handed flirt she had said to him weeks ago. She never thought he would remember her saying it, let alone ask her to prove it. She chanced a look at Sam, peering her right eye sheepishly over the crook of her elbow. He tilted his head with a suggestive smile which just caused her to hide her face and her laughter to turn to giggles. It had been a while since she had been this drunk, feeling this free, this flirty, and this sexy and confident and she was enjoying it entirely too much.

After a moment, she lifted her head and took a couple of deep breaths to compose herself, wiping away the tears that had accompanied her laughter. She cleared her throat and swiveled to face Sam who still held the cherry out in front of him.

“Well?” He asked expectantly.

Faith took the cherry out of his hand and put it stem and all in her mouth. He watched with rapt attention as her tongue poked against the inside of her cheek and her jaw shifted around randomly, her eye contact with him breaking only for a few random seconds to glance up as her brain worked in time with her tongue. A sheen of sweat formed across Sam's brow in spite of the icy cold air that was being pumped through the room.

After less than thirty seconds, Faith's mouth stilled as she smiled. She reached between her lips and removed the cherry stem, perfectly knotted in the middle.

"That's...that's an impressive skill," Sam said coolly. He let his eyes drop to the floor as his lip twitched along with some of his other parts, causing him to shift in his seat.

“I think so,” She said thoughtfully, dropping the knotted red stem on a nearby cocktail napkin.

Sam ran a hand through his hair and let out a heavy breath.

"Alright," She announced, "Now, I'd also like to satisfy a curiosity that I have," She said, resting her elbow on the bar, leaning towards him inquisitively.

"And what would that be?" He said in a slight drunken slur as the booze took hold. Sam, planted his own elbow on the bar, mockingly mimicking her actions, and brought his face near hers.

I can't wait to hear this. It's gotta be somethin' ridiculous, like if I've ever eaten flan or rode a goat.

The thought started to bring a chuckle to his lips until Faith suddenly leaned in and pressed her mouth against his.