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captainsourwolf · 4 years

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He might be a little drunk.

No, no, he’s definitely a little drunk. The way the room sways a bit as he settles his weight on Rhett’s thighs can attest to that.

“You got a little—“ Rhett reaches up, flicks a tiny paper heart off his chin, and laughs at the way his nose scrunches. “A little teeny heart, just stuck there.”

Link giggles and wiggles his hips, finishes his drink in two more swallows that burn on the way down. He leans far enough to the side to let the glass dangle above the floor, trying for careful, before it slips from his fingers and clatters on its side anyway. Oops.

“Rhett, Rhett, I’m so—“ Link hiccups and giggles again. “So horny.”

And he is, he really is. He’s drunk and he’s horny and they got all dressed up, Rhett looks fucking delectable with those top buttons undone and his thighs practically busting out of his pants, he’s just—he wants to get fucked, on this flimsy table, right now. Doesn’t care they’re surrounded by pinks and reds and other valentine colors, and who knows how much spilled glue and glitter. He’s already hard and pressing against his zipper, all Rhett’s gotta do is take his pants off.

Rhett reads his mind, always does, and slides big hands across Link’s thighs, settling on his hips for a moment. He grins and squeezes and Link huffs. He grabs Rhett around the unbuttoned collar of his shirt and clumsily hauls him halfway up into a sloppy kiss, pulse racing and hands shaking only a bit.

Honestly he could stay like this for a long time. Just sitting there kissing Rhett, both of them tipsy, both of them too giggly. The lighting is just right for making out like sloppy drunk college kids, all reds and blues and pinks, it really sets the mood. But his dick throbs in his pants when Rhett gets a hand between them and cups him and he figures they can do the kissing thing later.

He’s not entirely sure how he manages it, but Link gracefully—or not so gracefully if you ask Rhett—hops down from his perch on Rhett’s lap and gets shaky fingers on the buttons of his shirt. Rhett props himself on his elbows to watch as Link smirks and undoes each button, slowly, until he reaches where it’s tucked into his pants.

As he’s tugging the tail of his shirt out, Rhett grunts a little, gruffs out a short, “Wait.” He doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t do anything but stare at Link with his shirt mostly unbuttoned and his pants straining over his cock and his messy hair and everything. He starts to blush under Rhett’s gaze but then Rhett is grinning and nudging at him with the toe of his shoe.

Link continues, pulling his shirt out of his pants and letting it hang open—he knows how much Rhett likes the look. And to be honest he himself knows how good he looks. Smirking, he unbuttons and unzips his pants, Rhett’s gaze snapping immediately to his fingers smoothly undoing the fastenings. He twitches under Rhett’s stare and moans softly, stilling his hands for a second to catch his breath.

“Link—“ Rhett glares and nudges him again. Link grins, all dopey and tipsy, and finishes undoing his suit pants so he can shove them down and off, his briefs following. When he stands back upright Rhett is hastily trying to undo his own pants, drunk fingers fumbling with the tight fabric.

Grinning still, Link bats his hands away. Rhett whines, but shuts up real quick when Link easily pops the button and drags the zipper down and makes sure his fingertips brush over Rhett’s dick nice and gentle. He sucks in a sharp breath, hips jerking. One big hand wraps around Link’s wrist, Rhett’s breath hissing out slow through his teeth as he glares Link’s way.

“Don’t be a tease,” he grunts. Link shakes his head—he would never—and grasps the waistband of Rhett’s tight pants and briefs. He yanks, enough to get the material past Rhett’s hips and top of his butt, swallowing hard when his cock springs free.

“Look at you,” Link murmurs, and then he’s tipping forward and mouthing at the base of Rhett’s dick. Rhett winds his fingers in Link’s hair, not too tight, and cups the back of his head, moaning when Link licks him from root to tip.

Link wraps his lips around the head briefly, sucking at the wetness already there, before sinking his mouth down around Rhett’s cock. It’s an awkward angle from the side but he manages to thoroughly wet Rhett’s length, not caring when he gets spit on his chin. When he lets his dick slip free, Rhett whines and tightens his fingers in Link’s hair.

“Baby, come on, don’t stop,” Rhett groans. He tries to maneuver Link’s head back to where it was but Link ducks out from under him and steps back with a smirk.

“Lube still in the desk?” Link doesn’t wait for an answer and walks quickly to the desk, doing a little shimmy as he rummages through the draw tucked underneath where they keep odds and ends. When he finds the nearly empty bottle, he winks at Rhett over his shoulder. “Found it!”

He’s aware he probably looks ridiculous with his crisp white shirt unbuttoned and hanging loose under his rumpled jacket, no pants or underwear, dick swaying obscenely as he saunters back over to Rhett; he doesn’t care, though. As long as he gets fucked he can look as ridiculous as he wants.

Link comes to stand next to Rhett again, by his head where he threads fingers in messy golden curls and tips Rhett’s head back to nip at his throat. He’s flushed all the way down his neck and into his unbuttoned shirt collar, skin hot under Link’s mouth and tasting of sweat under his tongue. Rhett laughs, murmuring something about Link being such a sloppy drunk, and pinches his exposed side. Link squirms away and leans back, slots their mouths together in a wet kiss.

“Open it,” he mumbles against Rhett’s lips before kissing him again and dropping the lube on his chest. Rhett grabs it and unscrews the cap. “Slick yourself up for me.”

With a quiet gasp, Rhett does as he’s told. He squirts some of the lube into his hand and, with Link watching, wraps it around his cock to slick himself up, just as Link requested. He groans into Link’s throat.

“Think this table can handle it?” Link asks. He continues watching Rhett’s hand, almost mesmerized with the way his cock looks in the tunnel of his fist, the reds and purples and pinks from the overhead lighting making his skin glow.

“We’ll never find out if you keep running your mouth,” Rhett huffs and he’s grabbing at Link with his free hand, dragging him down into one more kiss before nudging him away.

Link laughs, breathy and high, and finally, finally, hops back up. He effortlessly straddles Rhett’s thighs, batting his hand away and taking Rhett’s length into his own hand. Big hands land on his waist, holding him steady, helping him lift up and line up. In one big breath, Link sinks slowly onto Rhett’s cock, the stretch and the burn eased by the booze in his system and the weight of Rhett’s touch on his body.

“God, you feel so good,” Rhett laugh-groans, head tipped back over the edge of the table. His throat, sweaty and flushed, looks too inviting to pass up. Link bends down, licks off the sweat in the dip of Rhett’s throat, as he adjusts to the thickness stretching him open.

Rhett laughs and squirms and Link loves the way he rumbles deep in his chest, loves the way he can feel it in own chest. Letting out a slow breath, Link pauses, runs his tongue along the veins in Rhett’s neck. His thighs shake being in this position but he’s got hands holding him steady, keeping him grounded for the time being.

“That tickles,” Rhett huffs, fingers digging into Link’s sides in retaliation. He digs a little lower, slips his hands down to Link’s ass, squeezing the meat of him before spreading his cheeks. He has no shame letting his fingertips graze Link’s stretched rim, touching lightly where they meet and feeling how slick and hot he is as Link takes every inch.

The moan Link lets out is guttural and deep, rumbling in his chest as he sits back on his elbows to look at Rhett’s face. With one more roll of his hips he’s stuffed full and aching, mouth popping open on another moan, eyes going hazy and crossed. Goodness it feels good. He always has liked a bit of pain with the pleasure.

Rhett gives him a moment to adjust. Link breathes hard and ragged and finally rises up, one hand on Rhett’s chest to steady himself and the other wrapping around his cock. He leaks onto Rhett’s pristine white shirt when he runs his thumb over the head, whining as Rhett continues to dig his fingers hard into Link’s ass.

“You gonna let me fuck you any time soon or you gonna get yourself off like this?” Rhett asks and punctuates his words with a thrust that takes Link by surprise. He nearly upends himself and off the side of the table, but, laughing, Rhett grasps him around the hips.

It’s always an easy decision to make. He’d rather jizz his brains out on Rhett’s dick than by his own hand any day. In answer, Link buries his hand in Rhett’s shirt and rises up, tight around Rhett’s dick and almost letting him slip free before thrusting back down. It startles a groan out of both of them.

Link has always liked this part. Where Rhett prefers to get him crowded down and pinned, Link likes to get on top and ride. He has no qualms about holding Rhett down sometimes, hands clenched on his chest and thighs clamped around his hips, as he fucks himself on a thick cock. Sometimes he likes to take it slow, grind until he’s seeing stars, let Rhett jerk him off with a snug fist till he cums over Rhett’s knuckles; this time he wants it hard and he wants it fast.

It’s an easy rhythm to start, a delicious build up as the sting and burn is replaced with nothing but sparks of pleasure along his spine. Link moans and rises again and again, rolling and thrusting his hips back down each time. His thighs tremble and shake from exertion, sweat slicking his skin under the lights as his pace increases with each rise and fall.

Gosh he loves it. Loves that stretch every time he sinks back down and the way he can feel every twitch and jerk of Rhett’s shaft; the ache and shake in his limbs when he lifts and almost lets Rhett slip free, hole snug around his cockhead; and he especially loves the sounds Rhett makes. Those little gasps and groans and expletives. Makes him wet and fuzzy with arousal.

Rhett’s grip on his waist tightens and releases, slips a bit every time Link does a little shimmy and grind and presses his ass right against Rhett’s pelvis. His moans and curses only make Link move faster, take him deeper, squeeze around him a little harder. He’s dripping on Rhett’s skin and making a mess of them both.

In no time, Link feels that tell tale warmth and tingle spreading through his belly, his limbs, drawing up his balls. He’s so close he can taste it. Rhett grips his hips to slow him down some, and he does, bringing it down to a hard and lazy grind. He catches his breath for a moment, searching for one of Rhett’s hands. When he manages to catch one he guides it to his cock, wrapping Rhett’s fingers around the base and squeezing.

“Know how hot you look right now?” Rhett grunts out. He strokes Link with a tight fist a few times before rubbing his thumb through the wetness in the slit and spreading it around. Link’s hips buck and twitch, precum drooling out and over Rhett’s fingers. “Fuck, so hot.”

Chuckling, Link grins down at him, vision all hazy and drunk, muscles thrumming with the need to cum. Rhett jerks him off almost lazily, teasing, and Link whines and grinds down harder, rolls his hips faster. He’s almost there, it won’t take much, fuck he needs it so much!

“Come on, Rhett,” he whimpers. Hand on Link’s hip tightening, Rhett speeds up his movements, twisting and squeezing just the way Link likes it.

Finally finally he’s there. Link stiffens and curls in towards Rhett, holding onto his shirt tightly, and cumming over Rhett’s hand and on his own thighs and belly. His breath catches when Rhett thrusts, fucking him through it in little shallow movements and leaving him shaking by the time the last weak spurt dribbles onto Rhett’s shirt.

Link slumps until he’s practically bent in half, forehead coming to rest against Rhett’s. He’s glassy eyed and desperate and whining quietly, dick pulsing as he cums inside of Link hot and fast. Link kisses him and clenches around him, milking him for every last drop and moaning into his mouth when he delivers.

When he’s finished, Rhett taps Link on the hip. Link refuses to move, though, and instead kisses rhett again. He’s achy and sticky with sweat and jizz, pretty sure he’s numb from the waist down, and can feel a few paper hearts sticking to his sweaty skin. Rhett taps him one more time and finally he groans and sits up.

They take their time separating. Rhett has to hold onto Link’s waist to keep him steady so he doesn’t topple over. When he stands on shaky legs, he grabs Rhett’s hands and hauls him into a seated position. He’s gotta few tiny paper hearts clinging to his hair and leftovers from their crafts stuck to his ass; Link laughs loudly as he starts picking them off.

“You gotta another lil heart on your face,” Rhett says and reaches up to swipe the heart away. Link’s eyes crinkle when he smiles.

“What about the rest of me?” Link asks and twists this way and that, showing off his half naked body.

In answer, Rhett reaches out and swats his butt, and comes away with a hand crafted valentine meant for a mythical beast.

It’s splotchy and gross with sweat and other things, ruined beyond repair. They’ll have to make another one.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to them, I guess.”

Rhett just laughs.

#rhink #rhink ficlet #lemon #LEMON LEMON LEMON YALL #that other livestream smut I promised to finish #what have I done #this is so much #also that poor table #like I am in no way under the impression it can actually withstand two meant their size fucking on it

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jungkxook · 4 years

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—out of the blue. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ genre: youtuber/gamer!jungkook + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 5,204

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: catching your boyfriend bleaching and dyeing his hair for a livestream is definitely not what you expected — but it certainly has its perks.

⟶ warnings: established relationship, some attempt at humour, .2 seconds of sort of sub jungkook (you just like seeing him on his knees), you call jungkook a good boy, shower sex, hair pulling, oral sex, face riding, standing sex, breast play, cum eating, doggy style, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ note: because blue haired jungkook has me feeling all sorts of things. also dedicating this to the lovely ryen @kithtaehyung because blue haired jungkook is getting her too and i hope this helps!! and thank you to the wonderful @gamerkooks and @stanrandomthings for always giving me inspiration for gamer jungkook <3

“What the hell are you doing?”

Jungkook has less than a second to react when he hears you bursting through the door of his bedroom, a guilty expression plastered on his face as if you’ve caught him in the midst of a much worse act than what he’s already currently doing ━ but the flustered scowl deepening your countenance is enough for him to certainly feel that way, because how else is he supposed to casually explain why he’s currently sitting shirtless in front of a camera?

Admittedly, the sight is odd enough, and there’s a split moment where your incredulous look is enough to make him feel as if he’s wronged you, and your six month long relationship with him, entirely before he remembers that he didn’t actually do anything wrong like cheat on you, but is actually just trying to dye his hair.

He’s sat in his gaming chair, camera and lights set up around him, and the monitor of his desktop all recording his face to the hundreds of thousands of viewers currently watching his livestream. He had told you well in advance about his aim to do a twenty-four hour live broadcast for his subscribers to both raise money for a donation and to countdown to his next subscriber milestone with the help of his friends ━ and had even asked you to help him plan the event, discussing it animatedly with you for the past month on various occasions ━ but mainly just because Jungkook is crazy enough to sit through a twenty-four hour stream and call it fun.

You had known most of how the entirety of the day would go. Starting from noon the previous day to now, almost an hour before the stream ends, thus far he’s done various gameplays from Minecraft to Overwatch to Among Us simultaneously with his friends who had offered to marathon with him the twenty-four hour event; had a period of time in which Jimin and Taehyung were over and cramped in his room to answer questions and talk to viewers but mostly just to create absolute chaos. You had been there for most of it, though you’re still trying to figure out if it’s a blessing or a curse that you were suckered into paying rent for your three bedroom apartment by Taehyung more than a year ago, and subsequently falling madly in love with Jungkook and forcing you to aid in his antics. You’ve been in a handful of his videos before, appearing in Twitch and YouTube streams, and in the background of vlogs in his channel and the channels belonging to the other boys; and, on that day for Jungkook’s twenty-four hour event, you had joined him at the start before being dragged away for work and then tried to pull an all-nighter with him until you crashed on the couch in the living room, and checking in on him occasionally to give him food and water and to just generally make sure your boyfriend isn’t dead.

Now, with the remaining final hour dwindling down, you had been in your room trying to finish last minute essay writing for school, with your phone propped up on your desk and Jungkook’s livestream playing as background noise to your studying. One minute, he had been playing a round of Among Us, and the next, when you had glanced up, he had the bottle in hand and the detrimental blue dye coating his hair in slick globs. It wouldn’t have been so shocking, had you not seen Jungkook an hour ago when he had his natural dark hair still, and now he had somehow managed to sneak in bleaching his hair in the time you had left him. Maybe it was your fault for not catching it sooner, if only because you had sheepishly taken a small nap amidst your studying only to wake up to a nightmare.

Which is where that leaves you currently, dishevelled demeanour standing at the threshold of his door after chasing over to his room, watching as Taehyung helps Jungkook sufficiently ruin his beautiful hair which you love so much.

“Uh… Dyeing my hair?” Jungkook finally answers, dumbfounded. He’s fortunate he had pulled off his shirt to avoid getting hair dye on it, an old towel now draped around his shoulders to catch any excess mess. He adds brightly, “We asked for suggestions on how to end the stream and someone said I should dye my hair, so Tae got the stuff.”

“You bleached your own hair?” You retort, exasperated. “When the hell did all this happen? I’ve been next door to you the whole time! What if your hair falls out? You should’ve gotten a professional to do it, not Tae━”

Taehyung looks inexplicably offended by your slandering remarks on his (lack of) hair styling skills, retorting with, “Yo, what the━?”

Jungkook blinks, as if just being made aware of what he’s actually doing.

“My hair’s gonna fall out?” he gaps. “Guys, what the hell? Why’d no one tell me?”

He looks from you to Taehyung then over at the comments on his livestream which are currently flooding with the sole topic of you. His eyes snag the first few that appear to him in the frenzied influx of words:

uh oh jungkook’s sleeping on the floor tonight

oh shit run bro

f in the chat for jk’s hair

get him y/n!!!!

“Dude, she’s just being dramatic,” Taehyung waves you off. He ducks out of the way when you reach out to Jungkook’s bed for a pillow and chuck it at the older boy’s head.

“And when he’s bald, then what━”

“No!” A helpless Jungkook exclaims suddenly. He gestures wildly to the stream, “Don’t give them ideas. The edits are gonna start pouring in.”

“Jeon, look, it’s too late to go back now,” Taehyung says. “You’ve got half your head covered in dye and three minutes to go with the stream. How bad can it be?”

A groveling sigh eclipses your lips as you push yourself forward. “Then at least let me help before you ruin it completely.”

Jungkook’s fortunate, to say the least, though he’s left wondering if you’re truly upset with him.

He finishes the countdown to the end of his twenty-four hour stream with you and Taehyung putting the last remaining globs of dye on his hair, a heartfelt goodbye to his viewers who marathoned the stream with him, and a promise to update them on the status of his hair when he washes the dye out.

And, just as soon as he’s shut his camera off, the mundane world returns to him.

It’s no longer millions of anonymous and faceless viewers watching him from the other side of their screens in the tiny bubble that is his room, but just you and Taehyung and the older boy’s frisky little Pomeranian dog and the threat of a wallowing regret as Jungkook thinks to himself, what the hell did he truly just do to his hair?

At some point, Taehyung retreats to his girlfriend’s house taking Yeontan with him, leaving you alone with Jungkook and he basks in the sudden cozy quiet after twenty-four hours of madness as the adrenaline rush begins to fade and mellow out. Back aching, joints cracking and popping as he stretches and moves, and eyes burning in the similar way they do from having stared at a screen for too long, but tenfold, he craves nothing more than to find your sweet and comforting touch to end such a long day.

He finds you in the living room already scrolling through your phone and your Twitter feed to read and marvel at all the comments and memes made by his viewers during his stream and his heart threatens to burst through his chest because you’ve always been so supportive of him and his fans, and they’ve always adored you and your endless interactions with them. So, surely, you can’t be mad at him for bleaching and dyeing his hair. Right?

As his arms come to wrap around you from behind, face nuzzling in the crook of your neck, he hears you bemoan, “You look like a Smurf came on your head.”

Wrong.

Well, not entirely, he guesses. You do lean into his chest, practically melting against him. A sluggish grin tugs at his lips and, instead, he chooses to ask, “Shower with me?”

“Aren’t you tired, Koo?”

“Baby,” he deadpans, and your heart flutters just a little bit, “by this point, I’m running solely on Red Bull and coffee that I’m positive I could fight the gods with my bare hands and win. In fact, I’ve had so much caffeine that I’m fairly certain I’ve ascended to the astral plane. Besides, I need to wash this dye out, and I could use some help. Sleep can wait.”

“Help,” You snort. “You’re such a liar. I already know what you want.”

“To spend time with my beautiful girlfriend? You’re right.”

“I’m not sucking your dick.”

He pulls his head back to look at you. Though he tries to look offended, there’s the tiniest of smirks on his face. “Wasn’t gonna ask you!”

You turn to properly face him in his arms and shoot him a dubious glance. He leans down to press a chilling kiss to your jaw, then nudges his nose against you in the same spot so that you’ll move your head. You do so, despite your prior scolding, and let him kiss the underside of your jaw down to your neck.

“Okay, fine,” You huff finally.

You relent, miraculously, but Jungkook had already guessed you would the moment he had found you in the living room and he couldn’t be happier.

He cherishes the moments alone with you, has come to know them well as he falls into a comfortable routine with you away from prying eyes over the last few months. Because sometimes, as he comes to learn, it’s hard to establish a relationship when his job requires him to be in the spotlight often. What is authentic and what is simply fabricated for views is difficult to discern, and yet you’re patient with him. Not everything to him is money and views and numbers, or what his next big plan is, or how you could potentially help him in some way (despite knowing that any video featuring you seems to skyrocket his views and land his videos on the trending page of YouTube more often than not because he knows everyone loves you more than him). You know when he’s his online persona and when he’s simply just Jungkook, and while there’s hardly any difference between the two, his online personality surely has to maintain a level of privacy and happiness that may not always be true.

At least with you, he can just be himself. He can finally be at ease.

Showering together is just one of the many acts of normalcy he cherishes with you. So, he turns on the shower and lets the bathroom get all warm and balmy as you undress. He’s the first one inside, hissing in delight as he lets the water run over his sore muscles, washing out the dye in his hair firstly so as not to get it on you and fortunately not making too much of a mess of blue dye in the tub. You’ve joined him in an instant when he’s nearly done, squeezing into the space in front of him as you shut the glass door behind you, the pane already beginning to fog and slick with droplets of condensation. He pulls you into him once more, nestling his chin on your shoulder as his hands come to wrap around you. They slide across your front, all wet and soapy, briefly gliding across your breasts, palms brushing against your nipples before traveling down to your navel.

“Congrats, baby,” You coo gently. “Twenty-four hours.”

He murmurs into your hair, “Missed you loads though.”

You turn to look at him finally, and it’s hard not to stare. Your eyes land firstly on his abdomen and the toned muscles there, trailing up to his arm and the pretty tattoos that decorate every inch of his skin, to his soft pink lips and his big eyes. Then, there’s the matter of his hair. The water has done most of the work in washing out the dye from his hair, now falling across his forehead and into his eyes and cheekbones, and it’s only then that you fully register the dye has worked as you struggle to find any remnants of his once-ebony-then-blonde locks. The blue hair is an obvious stark contrast to his natural hair and, you think, it is pretty, accentuating his radiant skin and making his eyes pop.

“I didn’t think you were actually serious all those times you said you wanted to change your hair.” Your lips are pursed as you survey him now, your fingers twirling a strand of his tresses around and around as you inspect it.

He smiles, catching your hand and pressing a quick peck to your knuckles. “Neither did I,” he admits sheepishly. “It sort of just happened.”

You pout. “I’m gonna miss your natural hair.”

“Do you really hate it blue?”

“I don’t hate it. Was more scared you’d ruin your pretty hair and make it all fall out.”

At this, Jungkook flashes you a cheeky smile. He holds his head a little higher. “So you still think my hair is pretty?”

“I think you’re a dork,” You clarify. “And, aside from the fact you almost gave me a heart attack, I’d say the blue is so pretty. Beyond pretty. Kinda hot, if I’m being honest.”

Because you’re not really mad, but it’s fun just to tease Jungkook and see his reactions. At the very least, he can sense this, as it’s apparent with the way his smile stretches even wider on his face.

“Hot, huh?”

“Mhm. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

He feigns a look of mock hurt. “Oh no. You must be really mad. Want me to make it up to you?”

“How are you gonna do that?”

“Well, what do you want from me?”

You take a moment to think it over, but the answer is already obvious enough. It’s one that even he knows, and one that has won you over the moment Jungkook was freed from his stream. You hum aloud, “You, on your knees, head between my legs, like a good boy. Think I can get a better viewpoint of your hair from down there anyway before I judge it.”

“Like a good boy?” A dark smirk tugs at his face. “So now who’s the needy one?”

He lowers his head so that he’s leaving a trail of sloppy wet kisses down your neck to your collarbones. As you let yourself get carried away for a moment, you wrap your arm around his neck, pulling him backwards until you’re pressed up against the glass door. He ducks even lower, kissing just above your left breast and then catching your nipple between his teeth. You swallow thickly, rubbing your thighs together, reminding yourself to respond to him.

“It’s not my fault when you were busy for the past day,” You pout. “And the blue hair really is sexy.”

“Aha!” he straightens up in front of you suddenly, a crooked smug smile on his face. “So I’m not just hot. I’m sexy.”

“You’re literally always sexy. And beautiful too. It’s almost unfair.”

“That’s even better.”

You tug your fingers at his damp locks. When you speak, your voice is a mix between urgency and a whine. “Jungkook. I could’ve already gotten off with my hand at this point.”

“Ouch, feisty!” He pokes his fingers at your sides. Then, nipping a little more firmly on the soft skin of your breast, murmurs huskily, “Alright, alright. But only if you call me a good boy again.”

Part of him is taunting you, but there’s a small sliver of intrigue that makes the thought in his head and the pretty words on your tongue excite him to no end.

Still, you choose to entertain him, maybe a little drowsily and entirely consumed by him, “I will if you let me ride your face.”

A rumble of a chuckle resonates from him. You find him on his knees in the next moment, wedging himself between your thighs. He nudges one of your legs and you follow the wordless command, hitching one thigh over his shoulder as you settle back against the glass door of the shower. He kisses at your hips as he dips his head lower and lower to where you want him, before swiping his tongue at your cunt, tasting all of you at once.

“Mmm, Koo━” A soft whimper sounds from you, making his head swim.

He wastes no time in lapping at your folds, tongue delving into you deeper and deeper as he cranes his neck. The wetness that pools between your legs and on the tip of his tongue is a sticky mess that he basks in just a little longer.

“Fuck,” he groans into your pussy, “you taste so fucking good. Missed this so much.”

His hands are big as they come to hold you close, cradling your ass, your thighs, your hips, anything to pull you into him while simultaneously pushing your thighs further apart.

You manage to find your voice and quip weakly, “Missed me or having your head between my legs?”

“You, definitely,” he murmurs. He busies himself by reaching out with his thumb to press circles against your clit. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, hips rutting into his face. “All of you.”

“Jungkook━ Fuck━”

He burrows further into you, humming in response. His nose brushes against your clit, the muscle of his tongue a pleasant wet that makes you warm all over. You give another experimental swivel of your hips, grinding against his tongue just right. He pinches at your hips as if to probe you onward, and then you do it again, and again, desperately rocking your hips back and forth against him. Your fingers reach out to grab a fistful of his hair, clutching it so tightly he hisses. But you’re right. The blue locks look dazzling between your legs, being pulled by your hands as you push him further into you.

His eyes meet yours from below your waist, hooded and idle, enjoying the view as you squirm and writhe above him, shamelessly riding his face. Grinding against his chin, nose, and tongue, the slick wetness you leave behind glistens on his skin.

“Ah, Koo━” You cry out. “Fuck, I’m gonna━!”

Your orgasm hits you violently, sending you keeling. Your hips continue with reckless abandon, and Jungkook presses his finger against your clit a little harder, a little faster. The abrupt gushing warmth between your thighs sends your mind spinning, as the steam from the shower and your panting breaths begin to fog the bathroom. When your hips begin to slow, Jungkook laps at the rest of your leaking core before pulling away with a grin brandishing his shimmering face. He lets you pull him up eagerly, clumsy hands fumbling to hold either side of his face as you tug at him.

“God, you’re so hot, babe,” he sighs wistfully, smothering your lips with his for an all too chaste kiss, before leaning in once more to nibble at your lower lip.

“Wanna feel you, Koo,” You prompt urgently. “Want you in me.”

Jungkook hastens to comply, his hands falling to your waist. “Go on, then. Turn around for me.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You spin so that you’re facing the glass sliding door, your back to him. You watch him over your shoulder, momentarily admiring his well built stature, the tattoos that ink his body, and the water that shimmers on his skin. He has to push his wet hair up and away when it falls across his forehead and then he reaches down to grasp at his length, grip tight around his shaft so that he can pump himself sluggishly a few short times. It’s almost painful to watch him jerk himself off in front of you, the tip a burning red and glistening. He catches you staring and decides to catch you off guard when he grabs a hold of your hips with one hand. He yanks you towards him, your ass pressed firmly against his hips, making you jump from the startle, and grins when you look back at him.

Then, ever so slowly, he runs the length of his cock along your folds. Before you can brace yourself for the overwhelming rush of pleasure, he’s sliding his cock past your folds, burrowing into you deep. He curses behind you, his other hand flying out to steady himself by digging into your hip.

“Fffuck. Shit.” He dips his head so that his cheek is resting against your shoulder and sputters for air. “Jesus, fuck━ Been dying to feel you all day.”

He fits so snugly in you, so perfectly, just like always and you take him so well, coaxed by your own arousal. He ruts his hips forward into yours and you nearly fall forward before catching yourself by pressing your palms to the glass. Then, he’s grinding against you, small and precise thrusts that roll into your hips.

“Mmm, Jungkook,” you choke out. “You feel so━ So good.”

“Ah, shit,” he hisses. “Wanna wreck you so bad.”

He angles his chest a little more, pummels his dick into you in such a way that he’s hitting a different spot in you. His eyes stay fixated on the soft, round flesh of your ass and the way his cock slips so easily into you, brows screwed in concentration, jaw clenched. The slight bounce of your ass each time he rolls his hips firmly against you, the way you ricochet forward each time in tandem with his moves. You bow your head, pressing your temple against the glass door now tinted with condensation, only marked up by the imprints of your fingers grasping at anything. It’s almost sweltering hot in the shower now but you both pay no mind to it. He fucks into you with such languid, steady strides, cock beginning to throb and twitch in anticipation. You feel so wet, such a pitiless mess between your thighs already that it makes him growl.

“H-Harder,” You mewl. “Oh, Koo━”

He almost slips behind you in his eagerness to obey, awakening something animalistic in him, a yearning to just release all the tension in his core. This time, he adapts a measured pace, forceful thrusts that have you crying out in delight each time. One hand reaches up to grip at your shoulder to steady himself while his other slithers around your front to grasp at your breasts, all wet and supple, pinching at your nipples.

“So good,” he moans, pressing sloppy kisses just below your ear. His breath is hot as he pants behind you, sending tingles down your spine. “Fuck━”

His voice is cut off by a whine, hips bucking forward in an unsolicited manner as he feels his high drawing near. You lean your head onto his shoulder, stretching your arm out so that you can tug desperately at his hair. It’s a silent, simple command, but it’s one that he immediately understands even without you speaking.

“Wanna feel you━” You whimper. “Wanna see you.”

Jungkook nearly slips as he fumbles to pull out of you, hissing at the loss of warmth and friction. As soon as you’ve turned to face him, he wastes no time in closing the distance between you. He pushes his leaking cock past your folds once more and continues at the same pace as if he had never even stopped to begin with.

“Fuck,” he whines. “Not gonna last━”

You wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him even closer to you, as he presses you against the glass. He hitches one of your thighs around his waist, spreading your legs just wide enough to hit a certain spot that has both of you crying out. You’re clinging so tightly to him, fingers digging harshly into his skin in an attempt to alleviate the building pressure you feel. He knows you’ve almost reached your end when you resort to a gasping, moaning mess, writhing beneath his broad stature.

“Close, baby?” he hums.

You open your mouth to respond but can only muster a whimper. His pace treads over to heedlessly frantic, the sound of skin against skin and the lewd wetness filling the shower. Despite his hips pounding into yours so harshly, his fingers flutter so delicately under your chin, grasping it and moving your head just enough so that you’re facing him.

“Lemme see you,” he grunts. “Wanna watch you when you cum all over my cock. Always so pretty.”

“I━ I’m━ Fuck, Koo━”

But you can’t finish your thought.

You keep your gaze fixated on Jungkook’s, however exhausted and weary it may be. Your lashes flutter, brows knit together, and you suck your lower lip between your teeth, biting so hard Jungkook’s certain you’ll bruise it. Another few hard thrusts and then you’re reaching your high, overcome by such an intense burning that you can’t help but look away out of instinct. You cry his name, face contorting in pure pleasure, and chest arching to meet his. You’re clenching so tightly around him has him sputtering for air, nearly collapsing entirely against you. You’re near dripping around his cock which only means he almost slips from you with each draw of his hips that he makes. It’s why he sloppily rocks his hips into yours, desperate to reach his own high as well.

When you return to your senses, blinking away your blurry vision, you can make out Jungkook cooing into your ear, “That’s it, baby. Doing so well.”

You meet his gaze once more, only this time you’re perhaps even more tired. Hooded eyes watch him, silently probing him to his climax. He comes tumbling towards it, a few more short thrusts of his hips and, finally, he’s there. He slams his hips up into yours one final time, crying out, and then he’s releasing into you in an overwhelming abrupt gush. Only he can’t quite enjoy it because, out of genuine accident and driven by impatience to just get off, the last jerk of his hips hits you a little too hard.

It’s what causes you to slip backward and he, so lost in his own reverie, hardly has a proper grip on you or where he’s standing. When you lose your footing beneath you, slipping on the wet porcelain of the tub, and comes crashing down, he’s brought along with you. “Oh, fuck━!”

The both of you yelp from the surprise, your hands flailing out to brace yourself for the fall.

Fortunately, you land on him when you reach the bottom of the tub, courtesy of him grabbing onto you last second so that he can soften the blow upon impact.

Unfortunately, the breath is knocked out of him from the startle and from the sudden added weight of you on top of him with no warning.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he groans.

“In hindsight,” You wince as you shift your weight above him, “maybe having sex in the shower again wasn’t the greatest idea. Remember last time when we knocked the shower curtain down and I had to get stitches on my elbow? It’s why we got the glass door installed, and then we had to lie to Tae about it.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” He tilts his head back, rubbing a hand over his face. Then, he flashes you an all too charming smirk. “Was kinda worth it though.”

You giggle, sounding so sweet and angelic, even despite the way his cum still leaks from you. Somewhere in the fall, his dick had slipped from you and now lays softening on his stomach which, really, is probably the worst part of the accident to him. He already misses the warmth of you wrapped around him, your mingling cum a dirty mess around him. You prop yourself up on his chest with your palms, but before you can even think to respond, you notice something out of the corner of your eye.

A small mass of fur in the shape of little Yeontan has just poked his head through the crack in the door, oblivious to you and Jungkook’s compromising position. And then, shortly following behind him, is his equally oblivious owner who must have forgotten something in the apartment to bring him back so suddenly.

“Tannie, get back here━ We gotta go━ Oh, Jesus, what the fuck?” Taehyung appears at the door for a millisecond before noticing the situation he’s just stumbled upon. Thankfully, he acts fast, and clamps a hand over his tainted eyes, clumsily scooping up Yeontan in his other hand. “Can you guys please stop fucking all over this damn apartment? My son’s eyes are too pure for this!”

And then he’s retreating, but not before bumping blindly into the doorframe, grumbling along the way. It’s silent for a moment as you and Jungkook gawk at one another; then you hear Taehyung leave the apartment once more, and the both of you dissolve into a fit of unabashed laughter.

“Are you okay?” You ask once you’ve calmed down enough as he reaches out to shut the shower off. You plant a kiss in your boyfriend’s hair. “You hit your head coming down.”

Jungkook’s heart swells at your gentle touches and smiles. “I’m fine,” he promises brightly. “You?”

“Well, you did just thoroughly fuck me, so━” You shrug innocently. “I’m kinda still too giddy to even care.”

“I’m gonna make it up to you,” he says. “For almost giving you a heart attack with my hair and for almost putting you in the emergency room again just now.”

The mention of his hair draws your attention to it once more. It’s not as wet as before, damp azure waves falling into his eyes that you brush away gingerly.

“Yeah,” You snort, “but I’ve decided I like your hair. Like, really like it.”

“Yeah?” he grins wide. “What was the deciding factor?”

You pause, as if to think for a moment. Exhaustion riddles your body and you know sleeping curled up next to Jungkook is nearing your future, but for now you let yourself entertain the last remnants of whatever lewd thoughts are still on yours and his minds before they fizzle away completely. You can’t help yourself anyway. The blue really is nice.

“Definitely the view of you eating me out,” You say. “And can’t forget how pretty it looks when I’m pulling at your hair.”

“Say no more,” he beams. “Then I’ll make it up to you by making you cum on my tongue again and again and again.”

The last thing he hears before he grabs at your cheek to softly pull you down to him for one last kiss, slow and ardent, is a bubbly giggle from you that delights him to no end.

“That’s a good boy.”

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years

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My Favorite Kind Of Night - 4.

Camboy!Bucky x CEO!Reader

Part 4 of this series

Run-through: On Friday nights, you are punctual to your virtual meet-up with your favorite camboy over a streaming platform, for your private stream session. You’ve known him for a couple of months now. He goes by the alias of ‘Winter Soldier’ on the platform, which is perfect for the kind of man he is; brawny and drop dead gorgeous. Over the past few months, he has become your favorite kind of night. And secretly, you became his as well. You two get closer over time, and things get interesting when your real, professional lives gets intertwined.

Themes throughout the series: sex worker!bucky, smut, phone sex, fluff, language, dirty talk

Sunday morning, Bucky received not so great news.

“Hi James. Uh… I hate to do this but we’re gonna have to reschedule that date. I completely forgot that I have to leave on a short business trip on tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn. And I’ll be back by Wednesday. I’m sorry, it just completely slipped my mind and I blame you for that,” you chuckled. “But um, yeah I’ll make up for it when I get back, I promise. Bye, see you on Wednesday morning. Take care.” You quickly added, “And do miss me, will you?”

Bucky listened to the voicemail when he got back from the gym on Sunday morning, and lifted his head to glance at the clock. It read 11:39.

Well, you must be on your flight already. He had a slight frown on his face, he was so excited for your date tonight, but it seemed that he would have to wait a couple more days now. He quickly sent you a text saying it’s alright and he’ll definitely miss you.

Thing is, he just really wanted to make this work between the two of you. And for that, he wanted to be completely and utterly honest about the whole cam thing. Speaking of which, he thought of his favorite girl. And grabbed his personal phone and sent her a text as well.

You reply didn’t come right away, and he wasn’t bothered by it mainly because he was already thinking of ways how he could make this upcoming date with his boss lady extra special now that he had more days to plan for it.

You checked both your phones when you landed. James had texted you on your ‘work’ phone and Bucky on the other. You read both messages one after the other.

James: That’s alright, just come back quickly. And yes, I will miss you, boss.

Bucky: I still owe you a private sesh, no? Let’s do that soon.

You smiled at both texts, replied and went about your packed day.

A conference, a couple of meetings, countless emails and phone calls later; you were a finally free late on Monday night. Your flight back home was schedule at noon on Tuesday so you had quite some time to yourself. You were wide awake at almost midnight and you had nothing to do in your hotel room. You wanted to text or call James but you figured he must be sleeping at this hour.

So you decided to reach out to Bucky. After all, you two did decide to make up for that one session you missed. And he was up for it. And a few minutes later, he was livestreaming and your phone rang. You answered with a smirk and watched him smirk back at you through your screen. Half of his face was covered as usual.

“Hi soldier.” You chirped.

“Hi babygirl.” His reply came through both your computer and your phone. He inched closer to the camera, “Missed me?” he asked. You felt the same tingles at the sound of his words. You put your phone on loud and settled in your comfy bed.

“I did,” you responded. You did miss him to some extent. But not quite like how you missed James. “You have quite a lot to make up for.”

He chuckled, and yet again you tried to ignore how dangerously familiar that laugh of his sounded. “Yeah? Bet you’ve been desperate and needy for me since we missed our last session, huh?” he spoke and stood up to gently lower his sweatpants. So seductively, you almost choked on your own spit. You wondered for a split second, would James ever be that filthy in bed?

“Hmm,” you hummed. “I have.” You said, lying a little because that night you spent with James satisfied you completely. You shook your head slightly and cleared your head. Don’t think about James right now.

“Well then what are we waiting for, babygirl?”

Fuck…

You were leaning against the headboard, clothes thrown on the floor, your phone right beside you; one hand pinching and twisting your nipple while the other toyed with your clit. Bucky had been edging you for the past few minutes and it was absolute torture. But you couldn’t complain, not when he looked like that.

Naked and sat in his seat with his legs spread apart, his cock in his hand and a vibrator wand moving up and down his length. He moaned and grunted through the screen as well as through the call. You were surrounded by the sinful sounds he made and you shamelessly liked it.

You whined, unable to take it anymore. “Buck… please.” You begged.

He chuckled. “So needy,” he whispered. “Okay babygirl, touch yourself for me. Fill your little cunt with those pretty fingers.” He spoke and stroked himself and moaned wantonly. Oh he was so sensitive as well. “I want you knuckles deep inside yourself while you think about what it would be like to be filled with my big cock.”

You shivered at his words and pushed two of your fingers deep within you. You were dripping, and he could almost hear how wet you were. He growled and stroked himself gently.

“Fuck… I can hear you fucking that wet little cunt, babygirl.” His crude words made you clench around your own fingers. You gasped and kept your eyes focused on him on your screen. “Wish I was there to fill it up.”

Bucky heard the notifications go off multiple times, signaling that he was being tipped generously.

You whimpered as your fingers moved in and out of you rapidly, your arousal trickling out of you and smearing all over your inner thighs. Bucky kept talking, making you feel more and more lightheaded. “I bet your cunt tastes so sweet, doesn’t it babygirl?” Bucky’s voice was barely above a whisper, so low that your stomach flipped.

You moaned out loud and gasped as your fingers brushed against a sensitive spot inside you. Oh… all you could think about was how deliciously James’ cock had stretched you out multiple times the night you had sex. How thick and big he felt inside you.

“Please…” you begged, fearing that you might blurt out James’ name.

Bucky chuckled, then moaned as he stroked himself faster and pressed the vibrator to the tip of his leaking cock. “Yeah? You wanna cum for me, doll?” he scoffed, and groaned. “Not yet… not yet babygirl. Keep fucking yourself with those pretty fingers, let me hear you moan.”

You whimpered and sped up. Your body was damp and your mind was foggy and the only things you could focus on was your pressing need to orgasm, and James. You whined and begged. “Please… please,” you managed to keep your eyes on him. And how hot he looked when he just touched himself like that… all for you. Would James ever do the same?

“Fuck…” Bucky growled. “I wish I was inside you, babygirl. Deep inside you…” he groaned and pumped himself faster. “Feeling your walls clench around my cock, milking me… gripping me,” he grunted and you let out a loud moan; upon hearing which he cursed under his breath.

“You’d be so good to me, isn’t that right babygirl?” he spoke and it took you a moment to register his words because your mind was foggy and all your senses could focus on was the hot, burning need to come undone.

“Bucky… I’m-,” you cut yourself off by moaning wantonly. You were so close… so close.

“Faster, doll.” His deep voice rang in your ears and you obeyed. You fucked yourself faster. You gasped and thrashed around; moaning loudly, unashamedly. “Good girl.” He whispered again and stroked himself.

You watched him as he stroked himself faster. Moaning, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down rapidly as he took himself higher. Bucky swore when he heard the wet sounds as you fingered yourself at his request. You were gasping and moaning and taking yourself higher and higher…

“Cum for me, babygirl. Cum all over your pretty fingers for me…” he gasped and groaned as he felt his own release approaching.

You whined, slipping your finger in and out of your wet hole rapidly. Your own touch took you higher…and higher… and you were on the edge; right on the edge…

Bucky threw his head back and sped up, he was so close…

And then the two of you finished together;

“Oh fuck… James!” you cried out and came all over your fingers.

“Y/N… fuck!” Bucky came; gasping and moaning.

Then both of you realized what the other said. And you both froze. Did he just-

Bucky was quiet. Chest heaving and mind a little hazy. Did he hear that right? Did you just-

“What did you say?” you both asked one another simultaneously. And you both froze again.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Bucky moved quickly to end the livestream and you shut your laptop at the same time then hurried to end the call. And you sat there in bed, naked and hazy from your orgasm. Your face felt hot.

What the hell just happened? And why did Bucky panic as much as you did? And how did he know your name? Or was that just a coincidence? There could be other Y/Ns in the world, right?

In the back of your head, you sort of figured out what was really happening, and what had been happening all along – but you were in denial. James couldn’t be Bucky. Right?

But the long dark hair, the same laugh… no. It couldn’t be, right?

So the hot employee of yours which you were beginning to catch feelings for, is also the hot sex-god you’ve been having private cam sessions with for months? How was that possible? Also, instead of being embarrassed; why were you lowkey excited?

Bucky was equally confused. He sat there in his seat with confusion all over his face. His cheeks flushed and his mind going a mile and hour. What the hell just happened? Maybe you knew another ‘James’. He sort of figured out what was going on as well, but he refused to believe it. Not because it was a bad thing, but it was just too much to handle at the same time.

So, his boss lady that he’s been crushing on and falling for is also the hot babe he’s been having filthy, sinful private cam sessions with for months now? How?

Bucky found himself somewhat smirking. This wasn’t so bad, was it?

The rest of the night, you got no sleep at all. You threw both your phones as far away from you as possible and curled in bed; thinking, and thinking some more. How on Earth would you face James, or Bucky, now when you get back to work?

Would he ignore you? Or would he want to talk it out? Would it be weird between you two from now on? Then again, you’ve already slept together – multiple times in one night recently.

Meanwhile Bucky was in the same state. He had the same questions you did. Would you distance yourself from him now? Would the fact that he’s a camboy be a turn off for you? Because it’s one thing to derive pleasure from one, and it’s another thing to date a sex worker, he thought.

But he was already falling for you. Good God, what a mess!

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You couldn’t believe how quickly Wednesday came around. Before you knew it, you were in your car and on your way to work on Wednesday morning. You did think of just not going to work today because you weren’t ready to face James. But then, you’d have to eventually.

Besides, he hadn’t called at all. Nor messaged. It was radio silence on both your ends, which made it even more frustrating. If you at least knew where he was at with this situation, you’d know what to expect when you inevitably do see him at work today. But you didn’t even know what to expect and you hated the suspense more than anything.

Luckily you didn’t see him in the elevator. Because you didn’t what to do if you were enclosed in such a small space with him. God, this is going to be one weird day…

Bucky was just as nervous while he was getting ready for work that day. What if you fire him? No, you wouldn’t do that. He wondered, would you still like him the same after this? Things were going to be messy in the beginning but what about after that? Fuck… he hated this suspense.

When in the cab, he wanted to get to work and face you as soon as possible and figure out where you two stood now. But he also wanted to run. But he knew had to face you and talk this out.

He took the elevator up, and luckily you weren’t in the same one as him so that gave him a few more minutes to prep himself before he came face to face with you later, inevitably.

Bucky was on his way to his cabin when his work phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that it was a call from you. Instinctively, he lifted his head up and looked in the direction of your office. And there you were, leaning against your door and your phone pressed to your ear. And you were looking right at him.

He couldn’t read exactly what the facial expression you had on meant, but it definitely gave away that it was nothing negative. He answered the call quickly, and maintained eye contact with you as he spoke.

“Hello Y/N.” he watched how you smirked right when you heard his voice. Fuck… his heart raced as he looked at you. You looked good.

His breath hitched in his throat upon hearing your words, “Hello soldier.”

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gukvante · 4 years

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— pairing: jeongguk x reader

— genre: slice of life, non-idol au, smut

— rating: nsfw

— words: 1.3k+

— note: i love reading camboy/girl aus so i figured why not write my own? also, a disclaimer, i do not own the picture of jeongguk used in my banner. happy reading further <3

— warnings: explicit/detailed sexual intercourse, (slight) voyuer!reader, (slight) exhibitionist!jeongguk, cum eating (very light), masturbation (m and f), strong language

— summary: you decide to tune into your favourite camboy’s stream.

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musclebunny_97 started a livestream

You had just finished cleaning up your room when the notification came through. Your body jolting in excitement as you dived onto your bed.

Making yourself comfortable against your pillows, you scramble to open up your laptop. Logging into your account, you set your laptop down as you watched the site load.

“Hello, princess.” ah, Jeon Jeongguk, your favourite camboy.

Jeongguk was sat in front of his computer, staring straight into the camera. He wore a tight black tank top, paired with light grey sweats. His long hair was pushed back with a few loose strands framing his face.

“I think I’m gonna do a relaxed stream tonight.” Jeongguk announced. He brought a hand up to push his hair back, the action drawing attention to the many tattoos that littered his arm.

“Why am I doing a relaxed stream?” Jeongguk hummed before adding, “Uh, well . . . I had a pretty heavy gym session today so I’m kinda tired.” Jeongguk continued to read some of the comments aloud, chuckling every now and then.

He leaned back in his seat, resting his hands on his thighs. The material of his sweats straining to stretch over his muscular thighs. Licking your lips, your tried to catch a glimpse of his bulge but to no avail.

“Is everyone here?” He asked, leaning forward. “Yes? Yes! Okay!” He clapped his hands together.

“I know we’re doing a relaxed stream today, but I thought I’d make it interesting by coming up with a little game.” Jeongguk wiggled his eyebrows at the camera. “Nothing too heavy though,” he added.

The comment section was flooded with comments encouraging him to continue as well as expressing their excitement. All of them eager to know what he had in mind.

“I was thinking that the highest tipper gets to choose when I cum,” Jeongguk smirked at the camera. “I might even end up moaning your name.” He winked.

Jeongguk laughed as the comment section went crazy. A small smile creeped its way onto your face.

He leaned back again, this time stretching his arms and lifting his hips slightly. The action highlighting the outline of his thick cock.

Reaching down, he pulled his tight tank over his head. Jeongguk relaxed back into his seat, trailing a hand over his strong chest.

Moving lower, he allowed his hand to slip over his abs and down to his throbbing length. He started palming himself through his sweats, letting out a low groan.

The sound drew a soft moan from you, your hands slipping under your shirt to pinch and pull at your hardened nipples.

Jeongguk slipped his sweats off, his boxers coming into view. The material stretched, trying and – failing to conceal his girth. Jeongguk leaned back again, stretching his arms behind his head and thrusted his hips up towards the camera.

“Mmm, you ready for me, baby?” Jeongguk teased. He let out a breathless chuckle before slipping a hand down to play with the hem of his boxers.

hotbabygirl85 tipped $20!

“Ah, thank you for the tip, babygirl.” That seemed to encourage everyone else as the tips came rushing in.

littlemxnster tipped $100!

Jeongguk palmed at his length a bit more before hooking his fingers in the band of his underwear. Lifting his hips, Jeongguk made quick work of pulling his underwear off.

His cock sprung to life, slapping against his defined stomach.

It was long and thick, a prominent vein running up the underside, topped with pink tip. His cockhead drooling precum.

Jeongguk wrapped his long fingers around his base. Something about the way his tattooed hand gripped his length had your pussy dripping.

“‘m so hard.” Jeongguk groaned. He squeezed the base, slowly dragging his hand up his throbbing length. He brought it back down again, maintaining a teasingly slow pace.

He spent some time languidly stroking his cock, his breath hitching every now and then.

Reaching down, you pulled your soaked panties from your body.

Your eyes were glued to the screen as you brought two fingers up to suck on them.

Taking those same fingers, you brought them down to rub tight circles on your clit. A soft moan left your lips, your eyes drooping.

Jeongguk was staring at the camera now. His hand sped up, his hips bucking as he squeezed the tip.

A whimper left your lips as you applied more pressure to your clit while simultaneously squeezing one of your tits.

“You want me to fuck my fist?” Jeongguk chuckled and threw his head back. “Only if you promise to play with your sweet pussy.” He retorted.

Your fingers slid from your clit down to your twitching hole. Your fingers slipped right in without protest. You sighed in relief of finally being stretched out.

You watched as Jeongguk continued to stroke his girthy length, his pace gradually increasing. Eyes glued to his cock, you tried your best to match his speed.

A loud moan ripped through your throat as you brought your other hand down to rub your clit. Your cunt was gushing, your slick dripping onto your sheets as your fingers continued to fuck into your spasming walls.

It was Jeongguk’s turn to moan loudly. Bracing his feet, he lifted his hips to give the camera a better view of his cock.

You mouth went dry, he was fucking into his fist now and his thrusts were relentless.

He threw his head back, growling. The gold chain he wore swishing around in time with his thrusts. He skin was glistening, as his arms and thighs flexed.

Your mouth fell open as your orgasm approached, your cunt clenching and fluttering around your fingers.

“I–Fuck! I-I’m gonna cum!” Jeongguk moaned out. “Fuck–! Gonna cum s-so hard.” He growled.

As if on cue, the tips came rolling in faster. Everyone fighting to be the biggest tipper.

A small smirk played on your lips as you reached over to press enter. You sat back again and watched as Jeongguk’s eyes widened slightly.

jeonsgirl tipped $1000!

“I want you to cum with me, right now. - y/n”

The comments erupted, a lot of them complaining that the amount was too high and they couldn’t beat it.

Giggling to yourself softly, you resumed, matching up your thrust with Jeongguk’s. Jeongguk groaned out again. His thrusts sloppy as he announced once again that he was about to cum.

You moaned out again as you hooked your fingers to rub against your sweet spot. Panting, your thighs began to close as the coil in your stomach tightened.

“I’m cumming – !” Jeongguk bit his lip as his free hand gripped his balls.

“F-Fuck! Y/n!” He growled out as hot spurts of cum shot from his twitching cock. You watched as his cum landed all over his heaving chest and tense stomach, a stray shot landing on his cheek.

You jaw fell slack as your orgasm washed over you. A loud moan of Jeongguk’s name ripped through your throat as your hips stuttered.

Fighting to keep you eyes on the screen, you watched as Jeongguk squeezed his tip one final time before falling back into his chair.

Pulling your fingers out, you watched as Jeongguk tried to control his breathing. He chuckled again, a bit winded before addressing his audience.

He smiled at the camera, one of his long fingers coming up to wipe the cum off his cheek. He winked at the camera before sucking his own cum off his finger.

Leaning over, he got closer to the camera. “Until next time,” he smirked, his tone playful. Then the video went black.

You sighed out as you fell back on to your bed. A smile took over your face as you replayed what had just happened in your head. A loud ding pulled you from your daydreaming.

Lifting your head, you located your phone. It was a Venmo notification. Confused, you tapped on the notification. A giggle leaving your lips as you read the attached message.

Jeongguk deposited $1000 into your account

Naughty girl ;)

Just then, your phone began to ring. The caller? Well, none other that your boyfriend.

Jeon Jeongguk or better known as musclebunny_97.

#jeon jungkook jeon jungkook smut sub!reader sub!reader x bts bts smut jungkook oneshot jungkook smut jungkook x reader jeon jungkook x rea

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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Winner Takes it All

pairing: todoroki shouto x cam girl fem!reader

warning: smut, face sitting, 18+

word count: 3,032

a/n: this is my part of the collab for the server, its hella late because idk what being on time means!!! thank you to @secondhand-trash for putting it together, and make sure you read this before going on, or not, it’s all good!!! just know shouto won a contest where the prize is getting to have you sit on his face

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Your eyes focused on the flashing green light of the camera on the monitor that sat on the dresser by the T.V.. It held the perfect view of the bed, for sure they were going to get a show today. You had never, ever, done a cam session with another person before -- no matter the number of enticing offers you had.

As soon as you had received the text, you had begun your Livestream. Many of your loyal viewers had joined immediately! Some already donating and commenting about how they had lost today’s tournament but had rented a room nonetheless to watch what was happening. Something about being in the same building as you was enough to stir them on, and so as you waited in your terrified excitement, you flirted with your viewers.

Your hands threaded through your hair as you gave a few different poses for those watching. It was a trademark yet straightforward look of yours. A large white sweatshirt that covered up until your ass, the sultry curves of your supple cheeks peeking out from the bottom, teasing those with what could be a sight. The white shone against your skin, and it contrasted deliciously against the dark red lingerie you wore.

It was a simple lace set with an accompanied garter belt and stockings. But of course, the viewers did not know that.

“I don’t know where they are,” you sigh as you tilt your head as you read the comments about how you should just start the session without him. “Wow, m.m. you’re quite bold today, aren’t ya?”

The door then unlocked, and you had to will everything within you, not to shriek and snap up. Calming down as much as you could, your eyes focused as a man walked through the door, his eyebrows scrunched as the door closed behind him.

“Hi,” you smile as you turn towards him, and in the corner of your eye, you can see the chat exploding.

“Um, hi?” He spoke, his voice low and deep. The timber was enough to cause a delicious shiver to go down your spine as your eyes swept across his body. You were examining the very, very attractive stranger in front of him.

Red and white hair, heterochromia eyes, a scar on his left eye, and a body most definitely sculpted by the gods. Turtle necks indeed left nothing to imagine sometimes.

“I won something? Am I in the wrong room?”

Seeing that he was not moving towards the bed, you felt confused as you walked over towards him slowly. His eyes seemed solidly neutral, nothing was slipping from him, but you could see him tensing and how he wanted to step back with your sultry strides.

“No, I don’t think so,” you whisper as you step in front of him. Fuck was he tall, and your sweater covered palms pressed onto his chest as you smiled softly. “You won the tournament, right?”

“Y-Yeah…” You held onto his hands as you lead him to the bed backward, but his steps were slow, unconfident, and almost resistant. “W-What exactly did I win?”

Your eyes blinked rapidly as you paused, your hands dropping as you felt the bed hit the back of your legs.

“You don’t know what you won?”

“I… um, well, I was dared by my friends to join, we were just in the area, and there was that tournament, and well. They’re -- we’re -- competitive, to say the least. Everyone kept saying that the champion prize was to die for, so… here I am?”

His eyes were truthful, jarringly open as you studied him with pursed lips as you folded your arms. You were unsure whether to drop the provocative facade you wore with this character you played as you wanted to make sure this was something he actually consented for. Or else you’d finish off the Livestream alone.

Your attention drifted to the chatroom that was exploding on why the candy cane looking idiot was just standing there like some idiot and not letting you sit on him already. But it seemed it had also caught his attention.

“You’re going to sit on me?” He asked, scaring you slightly at the confusion and pure innocence dripping from his tongue as your face exploded in heat, was he for real? “I mean, I think it’s a weird prize, but I guess you’re some professional cuddler or something? My friends have told me I have a pretty comfortable lap, but they could be lying…”

There was no way he was serious as your eyes snapped back to the chatroom that was exploding in humiliation for the poor man in front of you.

“It’s kind of weird that there’s a live stream of you sitting on me,” he continued as he ran a hand through his short locks. “My name is Todo--”

“SHHH!” You cry slamming your hands over his mouth as your eyes widen as you shake your head, this was so embarrassing! Standing onto your tiptoes, you brought him so that his ear was to your lips. “Do not use your name when the camera is on.”

“Why?” He asks back, his face shifting to the camera as you shove him off-screen then.

With enough distance to speak at a low voice without the need to be whispering, and with the ability to relax from your persona, your arms crossed across your chest.

“It’s not lap sitting, or cuddling,” you explain immediately as his eyebrows scrunch in confusion as you rub your throbbing temples. It seems that management really fucked up in explaining the grand prize. “The winner of the competition gets to make me sit on their face.”

That changed everything.

His face turned just about as red as his hair and the scar on his face as his eyes seemed to bug out from his skull. “I won… I won that?!”

Nodding your head, you sigh before giggling softly as he looks everywhere in the room, but you and the set up as everything are finally clicking in his head.

“That would explain the pure rage from some of those people… and the wolf whistles…”

“Well, if you weren’t informed, and if you don’t wish to do it, I guess I can let you leave,” you tease as you step back, allowing him to escape if he needs to.

“You won’t get in trouble?” He asks tentatively as he moves towards the door, his hand resting on the handle.

“Nah,” you promise with a kind smile as you feel the slightest bit upset that you wouldn’t be able to be face fucked. “The viewers will be happier to know that it’s a one-man show again.”

He nods his head as the door opens, and it takes everything in you to not wilt at the notion that he was leaving.

“Um, I’m Todoroki Shouto,” he offered a bow as you returned it, your cheeks pinching into a smile as you return his introduction with your own. “I’ll… see you around?”

Agreeing with him, you seriously doubted ever seeing him again as he slipped through the door. Sighing, you returned to the camera, where the viewership had only increased in the time that you had left.

“Hi lovelies,” you greet them again as you climb onto the bed. Your smile broadening in its facade as viewers both rejoiced and rejected the fact that Shouto had left.

You flirted back with your viewers for a bit, teasing, bantering, and taunting them as you refused to take off the sweater just yet. But as you lifted the white sweater over your head, the door opened and shut quickly, and you panicked as you ripped the sweater over your head.

Blue and grey eyes meet yours as the sweater dropped to the bed, “What are you--?!”

His lips attached to yours in this nervous, passionate affair, and you gasped as you stiffened as his lips pressed against yours. It took no time for you to melt in his hold, your arms stretching out to grab onto his toned shoulders as his fingers played with the red lingerie you wore.

Shouto groaned against your tight hold, his lips moving to keep up with yours. His fingers digging into your hips as the two of you rose up to your knees, your lips continued this passion-filled engagement.

His lips are fervent against yours, and your mind spins from having his mouth against yours. Shouto’s hands move from your hips to cupping your ass, your eyes barely manage to open. They’re heavy with lust, laced with growing desire as your lips part. Shouto’s hands feel like fire against your growing heated skin; you let him massage your ass as he starts another impassioned kiss.

Shouto was absolutely gravitating, somehow he managed to keep pushing and pulling you in with every movement of his lips. He draws you closer, and soon enough, you’re climbing on top of his lap. Pants expel from your mouth from the higher position of being on the lap of a boy who was making your heart beat faster than any strenuous activity. How you were so flustered when you were so used to doing this alone was beyond you. As you settled down, his hands are strong against your ass, and he pulls you against his hard cock, and you shudder.

You’re gasping now, sharp breathing as you try to calm your nerves. This man set your body on fire despite not knowing him, and you were now drowning in his lips. His mouth dissipating all the worry and disappointment you once held in mere seconds. Your mouth opens, and your tongue swipes at his bottom lip, pleading for entry, and his mouth opens, granting you entry.

Tongues crash together in the middle. Dominance riding high on both of your parts, neither one of you wants to let the other into each other’s mouth. But lord, is his tongue working magic against yours. Your body shuddering as your hips roll languidly, your crotch pushing forward to grind into his pelvis. His budge is prominent against your barely covered core, and both of your moans tumble into your mouths.

“You get really fucking wet,” he chuckles as his fingers slip under the fabric and trace your slit soaked with your essence. You moan softly as you buck into his fingers, but Shouto doesn’t press further into you, choosing to instead trace the dripping slit between your legs. “I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

A pool of heat began to sit heavy in your panties as he shifted so that he was on his back, and you sat straddling his waist.

“I believe I won something,” he murmurs as his hands grip the curve of your ass and you audibly whimper at the sudden strike of pleasure that shoots through you because of the small movement,

Shouto chuckles as you sit up, moving your hair out of your face as you feel the bright red blush on your face. This was so easy in private, but having someone beneath you with viewers none the less was getting to you. With shaky fingers, you removed the thin strip of fabric that you called your panties and threw them onto the floor. You couldn’t help but look back over at the chat that was now begging for more, asking the two of you to do more than just kiss and face sit.

Inhaling, you regained your center as you looked down at Shouto, who was trying to guide you onto his face.

“I hope you fuck as good as you look,” you wink as you sink onto his face before he can interrupt you.

His bruised lips part as you tremble slightly above him, and then you felt his tongue tease the center of your lips. You moan under your breath as you hold onto his hair as you slowly shift your hips, wanting to let him adjust to this new position. Then Shouto’s tongue pushed against your slit, not pushing through, but just enough to lap at the essence that had already gathered. And then a soft groan escaped him as the tip of his tongue pushed against your cavern, and you whined at the way it vibrated through your core.

Your head tilted back as you ground your hips, weak bucks shifting through your body as to not overwhelm him as he got situated. His left hand gripped your soft thighs, trying to hold your moving body in place as his right hand curled towards your desperate sex, and he chuckled at the way your body moved to press his fingers into you.

“Fuck, baby,” you groan loud enough to be heard as the tip of his nose brushes against your clit, his teeth nipping at the skin of you fold as you grind downwards. But the slow and almost hesitant pace does not last long as Shouto moves quickly.

His tongue suddenly pushes through your softly throbbing core and twirls against your spasming walls. Then you’re also met with his fingers that run against the opposite wall of his tongue. Your cry of pleasure was loud as you yanked at his hair, your hand landing hard on the mattress as your hips slam against his face. But it doesn’t deter him, nor does it slow him down.

You struggle to keep your eyes wide open as the pleasurable sensations continue to crash into you as he continues this assault on you. And as you try to reign in your mind, so that you could take control, he enters another finger into you.

Guawfing loudly, you nearly scream at the way his fingers scissor within you, or how his tongue laps at your secreting juices as if he was a starving man.

“You taste so good,” he moans against your dripping sex, and you almost scream his name at the way his words cement within your center. “Does this feel good, sweetheart?”

The pet name is basic, nothing special to it, but the way he uttered it was almost threatening, dark, sinister, and you only panted in response.

The hand holding your right thigh moves to pinch and twist your clit, and you shriek as your hips buck wildly as sharp pleasure rips through you. Despite your lack of response, your action was enough to make Shouto pleased as he continues to whisper in tongues to you.

Your eyes lulling to the back of your head as the tightened pressure and blazing heat within you only grows with every push and flick of his tongue and fingers. But its the chuckle that reaches you truly as you will yourself to take back control.

Gasping, you grab a handful of hair and yank his head backward, his tongue now reaching you at a new angle. Your eyes come down to meet his, and the lust and excitement in his eyes affect you as you bite down harshly onto your bruised pink lips. You then begin to bounce against his face in short yet hard jumps, your pussy grinding against him as his eyebrow arches.

“W-Who said you were in charge?” You gasp as you swivel your hips, and you can feel his lips smirk as his tongue twirls in rejection.

Rolling your eyes, you wipe the sweat off your forehead as you focus onto the monitor and see the massive amounts of tips you had pulled in just from this.

Take off your bra was the repeated comment, and so, with a smirk of your own, you released the red bra and pressed the cups over his face, prohibiting him from seeing. “Let’s see how you keep up, pretty boy.”

Your hips were relentless as you rode his mouth, his tongue slurping and lapping into your moving cunt as your fingers remained firm in his hair, and the free one now playing with your nipples. You twisted and tugged on the sensitive nubs as you rocked forward and backward. Your panting was growing with the increased pleasure in your body became electrifying, and Shouto wasn’t just taking this new domination.

His fingers remained within your cunt, firing in and out of your spasming walls until he curled them the right way and hit your g-spot. Shouto could not doubt what he hit as your reaction was evident as you not only shrieked loud enough to wake the dead, but your thighs came slamming against his head. But Shouto carried on his he pushed a third finger into you, stretching out your dripping cunt as you mercilessly rode him out.

He hit your g-spot again and again, the accuracy mindblowing as the slurping of your cunt hit your ears in the most ludicrous of ways. Your fingers dug into his skin as you drowned him between your thighs, and then it hit you.

Your release ripped through you the second he hit your g-spot again. The pleasure in your belly too overwhelming, and your toes curl in electrifying pleasure as you sob into your hand. You can’t handle it anymore, the desire being too much, and your vision turns white as your jaw drops as your screams go silent.

It feels like an eternity before you fall off Shouto, your nearly naked body falling onto the bed as breathless pants are shared between the two of you. Your eyes look over at Shouto, whose face is painted in your cum. You giggle loudly as your eyes eventually train onto the painful-looking boner in his pants. You sit up and look at the green flashing camera with a devilish grin as you look back down at Shouto.

“I think that’s it for tonight,” you tell the camera as you give a pointed ‘i’m not talking to you’ look at Shouto. “I hope you enjoyed the show ‘till next time!”

The last thing the viewers saw was the slight sheen of sweat on your breasts as you turned off the Livestream, but it was not the last bit of action that you and one Todoroki Shouto had that night.

Nor was it the last bit of action that the two of you would have with each other.

#todoroki shouto #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki smut #bnha writing blog #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha todoroki #mha #mha x reader

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winchest09 · 4 years

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The Bunker Party - Sept Debrief

Hey my darlings!

We promised you a bunker edition of our Bunker Party and man...we were not lying. We have SO much stuff to share with you, my little excited fingers cannot type fast enough.

September’s Bunker Party was just amazing. It was so lovely to see so many new faces! My cheeks still ache from the laughs and it was so lovely to see so many of you sharing your love for all things Supernatural. Seriously, SPN does have THEE best fandom and I’m so glad to be a part of it.

6 and a half hours we were hanging out for…SIX AND A HALF! To see so many beautiful faces, hear so many lovely voices and to spend time with new people was just a dream! The support from you guys for each other, the love in this fandom; I can’t express how much I adore it.

Me and @katehuntington love holding these events and we are already planning the next live stream (date to be announced) but it will be in October and my even hold a spooky theme...

So…to the debrief!

Below you will find:

Everyone who joined - their tags, what’s coming up fic wise and their masterlist.

Announcements, News and links to Patreons!

Challenges to join - we have five!

Blogs who want to help with your writing

Graphics and Icons

Fic & blog recs

So without further ado… *cracks fingers*

You are the guys that make it the live stream what it is, and we can never thank you enough. So below is a list of everyone who was on the chat yesterday accompanied by their masterlist and a little blurb of what they have coming up soon! For your reading pleasure and in no particular order…

@katehuntington: The new chapter of Ride with Me is out NOW and she is currently working on the next instalment. The Sullivan Series is now scheduled to be posted every FRIDAY and if she can, she’s posting twice a week! So keep your eyes peeled for that and she is going to be finishing All I Want soon too!

She is also hosting a challenge that you can find out about below!

Her masterlist can be found HERE

@talesmaniac89: This beaut has been working a lot on editing images lately, making aesthetics and dividers for everyone to use! More on that further down. Besides that, she has a new chapter of The Man in Apartment 43 coming out. The next chapter of Missing in Action as well as the next one of Lost.

She also is working on another two AU series that are top secret at the moment...watch this space ;)

Check her out guys, her masterlist is HERE

@waywardbeanie: Shelli has come so far in the matter of a few months. From being a reader to now a series writer! This absolute gem of a woman is working on her very first fanfiction called “A Man Of Letters” and it’s an absolute DIAMOND. Dean. Letters. Fluff. Smut. It’s gonna tick all them boxes and it’s a must read!

She is now ALSO working on her second series, Life on Tour, an RPF Jensen x reader going live on October 1st! Find the announcement and her AMAZING tour video...HERE

Call my a fangirl, cause I am THERE.

You can find her masterlist HERE

@smol-and-grumpy: Nat has such a juicy masterlist. She is a few chapters away from finishing Euphoria and has already announced her next series Golden Cage!

She is also hosting a challenge at the moment that you can find out about below.

You can find her masterlist HERE

@atc74: We were thrilled to see Ang on our livestream. She has just celebrated four years on tumblr and she has such an extensive masterlist of goodies!

As you may have seen, she’s currently rewriting Souls to Souls as well as a new idea that she’s cooking up. Watch this space!

She is also hosting a challenge at the moment that you can find out about below.

Her masterlist can be found HERE

@whatareyousearchingfordean: Alex is nailing it at the moment with her fictions. She’s currently posting Happiness Continued (the sequel to Happiness Begins) and she’s posted some delicious new oneshots since we last saw her. She also has other idea’s that she is working on so keep your eye on her blog if you’re not already ;)

Her masterlist can be found HERE

@flamencodiva: Vanessa is currently reposting her works back onto a new blog that she has created. She is posting Getting Back to You at the moment, as well as some of her old oneshots. I also know, thanks to some little birds, that she has some AMAZING new series just waiting to see the light of tumblr...you’re not gonna be disappointed.

Check out her masterlist HERE

@superfanficnatural: Mert has took some time away from the writing world but nothing could keep him from showing his fantastic self on our livestream. He’s slowly getting back into his writing thanks to much encouragement ;) and is chipping away at the next add for his series The Choice.

He has some other series in the works, a couple of collaborations that he’s got under his belt too...

We’re living for it!

Go and give him some love, his masterlist can be found HERE

@deanwanddamons: Sian is an absolute sweetheart and is working on a few things at the moment. She recently completed her reblog challenge for August where you can find a DELIGHTFUL masterlist HERE.

Aside from that, she’s got three WIPS and I know of some oneshots AND a new series she’s cooking up. OH, I am excited!

Her masterlist can be found HERE

@jensengirl83: Brandy is an absolute doll and we adore her. She is still relatively new to SPN fanfic but that doesn’t stop her from dominating it! She has over twenty oneshots under her belt already!

Not ONLY that, she is now over twenty chapters deep into her FIRST SPN Dean fanfiction, Regret and Redemption. Although, only seven chapters have graced your dashboard ;)

She has more up her southern sleeve though so watch this space!

You can find her masterlist HERE

@malfoysqueen14: Angel is still new to the supernatural fandom but that doesn’t stop her putting her hand to fanfic and being the sweetheart that she is!

Her first fic, White Flag, is being reworked into a reader insert and she is also working on another Dean x reader series. Beginning of the End!

She also writes for other fandoms.

You can find her masterlist HERE

@soaringeag1e: We adore Meg and her extensive list of spn fanfiction! There is so much for you to feast your eyeballs on.

She is currently working on her series Escape and we have been treated to hearing about her new series, Behind Closed Doors.

It’ll be an AU. There will be crossed universes and it has a twist that’s super juicy. Get yourself signed up if you’re not already!

You can find her masterlist HERE

@alleiradayne: Jeanna is such a sweetheart and we absolutely adored having her on our livestream! As we mentioned last time, she had been commissioned to write a SPN fanfic piece for a charity auction (details below) and she told us all about it on the stream!

If you like destiel, she is writing a Destiel fanfiction called Long Jacket which has a take that we’ve not heard of before.

She is also writing a new series which is going to be quote long apparently! Like 60 chapters! But we are SO there for it.

You can find her masterlist HERE:

@emoryhemsworth: This beaut has broken her lil hiatus and posted the sequel to Because of You. Piece by Piece is amazing and if you haven’t read it yet, i suggest you check it out. She’s also writing her first chapter of her series called “Losing Sleep” as well as a TWD crossover fic!

She also has got ideas for a sequel to her fic Wonder Woman and a oneshot based on “Raining on Sunday” by Keith Urban.

Check our her masterlist HERE:

@manawhaat: This babe joined us once again and we loved having her, even if it wasn’t for long. Below you can find her humongous masterlist of goodies for your reading pleasure.

You can find her masterlist HERE

@anathewierdo: Ana is such a darling and we always love having her on the streams. She’s currently reposting her fic Call of the Ocean which is a collaboration with Flamencodiva. Not only that, she’s also working on a Princess Diaries AU, a Serial Killer AU and many more!

You can find her masterlist HERE

@deanmonandnegansbitch: Yas was new to our stream this time around and we ADORED having her. She has quite a bit on her masterlist already and she is currently working on her current series, Tuyo!

Check it out and give her some love.

You can find her masterlist HERE

@impala-1979: Lauren was another newbie for our stream this time and again, we loved having her on here! At the moment, she has a Sam series in the works which is an Insane Asylum!AU as well as an RPF called Nymphomania.

She is also in the middle of a pornstar A/B/O AU with JDM!

She also has many, many more goodies on offer!

You can find her masterlist HERE

@defenderrosetyler: Ali was new to our stream and we were so glad she chose to spend some time with us. She currently has a couple of oneshots available on her masterlist for both Sam and Dean!

Judging from some of our topics of conversation last night, she also has some amazing idea’s coming your way soon. Definitely one to keep an eye out for! She’s a total sweetheart too!

You can find her masterlist HERE

@thinkinghardhardlythinking: Saira was also new this time to our stream and we were so excited to meet her. She’s a new writer and is new to tumblr but she’s already written a couple of pieces to share with everyone!

She’s such a sweetheart. She’s wrote two oneshots to cheer up the fans who are struggling with the show ending...you can find the Dean one HERE and the Sam oneshot HERE.

Also, upon hearing that a fellow member of the SPN fandom was in hospital, she wrote this piece HERE.

Please show her some love and support <3

@that-one-gay-girl: This was the first time we met Sydney and she’s such a lovely person. We’re so grateful she joined us and talked to us about all things Supernatural. She’s a fairly new writer and has yet to create a masterlist but that hasn’t stopped her from writing her series “Gone”

It’s dean x reader and definitely one to keep your eye on!

You can find Chapter One HERE

Me: The latest chapter of Life for Rent is out NOW and I’m currently working on the next one, which i’m half way through. Only four more before that series is completed. I’m also working on Man’s Best Friend as well as a brand NEW series which will be posted once one series is finished. I also have a couple of Dean oneshots I’m working on right now.

My masterlist can be found HERE:

To the upcoming writers & readers…

@leissa1287, @winchesterxfamilybusiness, @dawnie1988, @jules-1999, @adoptdontshoppets, @gothicwombat42 & the few nonnies we had!

We were treated to hear about some of your upcoming plans for fictions.

Dawnie: Signing up for Sabrina’s challenge and taking that leap to write. If you need us, you know where we are for idea bouncing and everything else.

Sabrina: Again, we’re here for you hun. Your series idea sounds wonderful and if you need help, you know where we are.

Jules: Same goes for you hun, your series idea is one we’ve not heard of before and we were all hooked once you explained it. Reach out if you need us, we’ll do whatever we can to help.

Also, to upcoming writers and readers, we want to thank you for your constant support, your feedback, your words, your reactions to what we write. Your likes, your reblogs, your asks. We appreciate every single thing you do. So thank you from the bottom of our hearts. We love you.

Also, remember guys - we’re all here to love and support you! My inbox is always open if you want to talk about anything and everything. Even if you wish to start writing…give any of us a shout. We’re here to help!

Thank you for joining the chat and we hope you had an amazing time <3

Please spread the love and show your support to all of these amazing people, go follow and give them some love!

We’ve got quite a few goodies this time!

We want to bring to everyone’s attention once again, the wonderful organisation that is Ficfasers, an international fundraising group of authors and artists who love Supernatural. They offer thank yous to people who agree to donate to Random Acts by creating stories/art, crafts, and more for winning bidders and ticket buyers!

Again, this is amazing and it’s something that so many of us can get involved in. We’ve been told an event is coming up around the holiday period so watch this space!

Want to write for Charity?

Check out their tumblr HERE

and their website HERE

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Follower achievements!

Join me in congratulating these amazing blogs as they have surpassed or are close to a follower milestone!

First of all, we have two Blogiversary’s!

@smol-and-grumpy has just celebrated an anniversary on tumblr, you may have entered her challenge, check her out if you haven’t already!

@atc74 is celebrating FOUR years on tumblr! How amazing is that?! If you’re not following, check her out!

Next up...

@atc74 has hit 4500 followers! @waywardbeanie has just passed 250 followers!

@whatareyousearchingfordean has hit 1300!

@superfanficnatural has passed 600 followers!

@malfoysqueen14 has passed 200!

@janicho88 has passed her first 100!

@soaringeag1e has passed 6000 followers!

@jensengirl83 has hit 550 and is now on her way to 600!

Congratulations guys!

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Fic Recs!

I Hurt Too by @jawritter

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: (Request) I have seen loads of fics and one shots where Dean is sleeping around/having a one night stand and the reader gets jealous and upset, but I was wondering if I could request one with the other way around? or maybe one where they sleep around equally? as smutty, fluffy, or angst as you want!!

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Missing Pieces by @supernatural-fangirl1967

Pairing: Nurse!Deanx Reader

Summary: (Request) Could you maybe do some nurse Dean with some angsty hurt/comfort with a fluffy ending?

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Upon a hill by @roonyxx

Pairing: Teen!Dean x Plus!sized Reader

Summary: What happens when the new hot guy, Dean Winchester, show interest in you?

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Twenty Minutes by @chocolateheart

Pairing: Professor!Dean x Reader

Summary: Online school sucks but your professor is worth the torture.

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Stranger by @msmarvelouswinchester

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Not all decisions a person takes proves to be alright. Some have grave consequences. Dean had taken a decision at the heat of the moment which he thought would prove to be alright, but what happens when he has to bear the brunt of his stupid decision?

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Love in Sin by @msmarvelouswinchester

Pairing: AU Detective!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Special Agent Winchester is forced to go undercover with his frenemy Special Agent L/N when they try to track down a notorious drug dealer. How will Y/N and Dean complete their task? Will their relationship worsen or will new feelings emerge between them?

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When the lights go out by @jawritter

Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Virgin! Reader

Summary: Life hasn’t been your best friend lately, you lost your job, and are on the verge of losing your apartment. Who knew when you decided to join a Sugar Daddy app that your best friend suggested in a last-ditch effort to save your apartment, and not end up on the street, your first and only client would turn your whole world upside down.

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Tic Tac Toe by @percywinchester27

Pairing: Sam X Reader

Summary: The reader shifts into a new city after being offered a dream job by a big firm. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect after an ugly break-up with a douche-bag Ex. But things turn out not as dreamy as she’d want them to be and the only thing that keeps her smiling is a totally coincidental game of Tic Tac Toe.

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The Queens Court by @waywardnerd67

Pairing: Dean x Reader / Sam x Reader / Castiel x Reader

Summary: She met them under unusual circumstances and offered them the only thing she could. Building relationships with three men was nothing new but then again they were no ordinary men. (Y/N) finds herself at a crossroads between the safety of her business and her heart. Will she be able to keep the life she has built for herself or leap into the unknown following her heart’s true desire.

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Stroke of luck by @percywinchester27

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Summary: Dark highway, middle of the night, a bad boy driving an Impala, and a Damsel in distress. Too cliche? Think again.

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A lot like us by @percywinchester27

Pairing: Lawyer!Professor!Sam X Reader AU

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is eager and honestly, still in awe that she managed to get herself an acceptance from Stanford Law School. On the face of it, her life seems as put together, mysterious and independent as one might hope for. On the insides, she carries the burden of past that haunts her till date. Seemingly, she’d left it all behind; that is until she sets foot in the class of the Law School’s youngest, most promising professor.

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About a boy by @percywinchester27

Pairing: N/A

Summary: Dean Winchester has a secret. A secret that could really land him in trouble. He never expected to connect with anyone when he walked into the ‘Blue Stone Orphanage for Boys,’ but even then, the walls he had put up are slowly coming down. Now, a series of strange events are threatening to expose him. When everything starts falling apart around him, will he still be able to save the one person that matters the most?

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Erós by @our-jensen-ackles-love

Pairing: Professor!Dean x Reader

Summary: An accidental text to your Professor got you into this mess. Now you just had to decide if you wanted to stick along for the ride or go on pretending like it never happened. But why does he have to look at you like that?

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Diamonds & Shutters by @jayankles

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Summary: College!AU. Jensen is a baseball player and (Y/N) is a photographer, they are best friends and roommates until someone in Jensen’s life leaves him disconsolate and anguished but (Y/N)’s secret stops her from immediately mending Jensen’s broken heart.

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Out of the park by @iwantthedean

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Summary: Can you take a chance and make a lifetime dream come true? Can Jensen stop fighting against the path his life is taking? Will leaning on each other lead to relationship neither of you wanted or planned on?

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Bad Days by @peridottea91

Pairing: DeanxUnnamed!female, Sam mentioned

Summary: Sam and Dean return from a hunt gone wrong. Sometimes it’s okay to let someone see you hurt.

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Coming Home by @soaringeag1e

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: (Request) Hiya, I’m in love with your blog, and if you are taking requests I was wondering if you could do a Jensen X reader where reader is Jareds big sister but also in the military and surprises the boys at a con

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If it was to work by @deangirl93

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Summary: Dean gave Sam some great advice. Sam just wishes he’d take his own advice sometimes.They had a lot on their plate with their Chuck situation, but that doesn’t mean they can’t take on an old-fashion, black and white case. That also doesn’t mean they can’t go out and celebrate a job well done afterwards.Walking into that bar and seeing you was the last thing Dean thought was going to happen.Maybe Sam’s right. Maybe he should listen to his own advice.

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Cabin Fever by @slytherkins

Pairing: Dean x OFC

Summary: After a hunting accident takes Dean out of the hunting game for good, he retires to a cottage in the woods with his one true love, but it’s not exactly a fairy tale ending. Pain and disability chip away at his Happily Ever After–and his sanity. After he fails to protect Chloe from a monster out of the woods, Dean falls prey to the monsters in his own head, and she and Sam must come to his rescue.

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Coming of Age by @poisongirl18

Pairing: Dean X Stripper!Reader

Summary: You, Bobby Singer’s daughter, met the Winchester boys at age 8. They always adored you and treated you like the baby sister they always wanted, but you always wanted more from the oldest Winchester brother. Now that you were of age, you thought now was the time to take what you wanted.

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Let Me Go To The Show by @poisongirl18

Pairing: Step-Dad!Dean X Reader

Summary: The reader wants nothing more than to see her favorite band, but her mother won’t let her go. What happens when Dean steps in and persuades the reader’s mother into letting you go. What do you have to give in return?

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Trust you with my heart by @deanwinchesterswitch

Pairing: Dean x Fem!Reader insert

Summary: Can Y/N finally let go of the past and entrust her heart to Dean?

Other fandom Recs!

Red Queen Chronicles by @crashdevlin

Pairing: Phil Coulson x OFC (Past), Loki x OFC (Non-con), Clint Barton x OFC, Steve Rogers x OFC

Summary: Cassie Campbell is Red Skull’s daughter, created in a lab. She’s also a Stark Tech lab assistance, a college student, a superhuman, an Avenger and a devout Christian. That’s enough to juggle, even without the ever-looming influence of Loki’s dark interest in her.

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pawprintsmoon · 3 years

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You and me, Part III

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30337365/chapters/74893146#workskin

The proposal

After a shower and clean pajamas, Alex finished packing his suitcase, tucking the ring safely inside. The next morning, he was so focused on not losing it again that he ended up misplacing his coffee filled travel mug. He had put it down for one second, and suddenly it was nowhere to be seen. Henry found it in minutes and they left for the airport. Distracted beyond reason, Alex had to hop out of the car to race back inside to grab his wallet. Then he had to hop out of the car again to run inside and get his phone.

After speeding to the JFK airport, they crossed the Atlantic and spent one night in Kensington recovering from jet lag. They spent their first full day at a trans* equity conference. The English press greeted their visiting prince with union jacks and rainbows. Naturally, they responded with charming comments and smiling photos. Alex took the opportunity to livestream a message to his followers: ‘of course transgender high schoolers should be allowed on the sports team that aligns with their gender, and here’s why…’

Privately, in the car back to the palace, Henry expressed the opinion that public schools ought to have polo teams, because it’s a coed sport and ideal for nonbinary teens who don’t like to rock the boat. Alex responded with similar sentiments about quidditch. The rest of the drive they shared a familiar rant about how Harry Potter belongs to the fans (including the trans* fans) and not only to JKR.

That night, just past 2am, Alex turned over in bed to ask, “You awake?”

“Always.”

“Good. We’re going on a fieldtrip. Come on.” Alex pulled them both out of bed, and they got dressed, Alex swinging on his Gucci jacket. He would have worn a hoodie, the incognito uniform of the internationally recognizable, but tonight he didn’t want to hide himself. It was worth the risk. Besides, they didn’t really need to sneak around anymore, did they? Old habits.

He led them out of the palace, down Prince Consort Road. He stopped for a selfie with the sign, because he really had wanted to last time. A second selfie included them both, looking goofy and not caring. When they reached the back entrance of the Victoria and Albert Museum, they kissed lazily against the wall. Once Henry’s lips melted Alex’s nerves, he drew back to take the next step.

“Thing about dating the prince,” he said, holding up keys, “is that you can borrow pretty much anything he owns. And he can get the keys to anywhere if he asks nicely.”

“You’re a thief,” snarked Henry, walking through the door that Alex held open for him. “And a knave, and a scoundrel.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Alex gave the security guard a wad of cash. “Thanks, Gavin. It’ll be Renaissance City.”

They walked past sculptures, artifacts, and paintings, surrounded by the history that they were a part of. They got to the piazza, Henry’s sacred place. Just like last time, the first statue, Samson Slaying a Philistine took away what little breath Alex had, and he had to lean on Henry for support. Like windswept magnets, their lips met, for no reason at all.

Most of the time, Alex had a strong sense of Henry and himself being part of the current moment of history, changing the world in the here and now. But right then, time seemed to melt, and they were surrounded by historical sculptures telling timeless stories. Zephyr the Greek god of the west wind, Proserpina in the underworld, and Jason and his golden fleece. Archetypical and expansive.

And then there was Henry: the national gay landmark, prince charming, an obtuse fucking asshole. Hopefully his future husband. Sticking with his plan, he pulled away from Henry and got out his phone to open Spotify. Taking a deep breath, he pressed play. “Your Song” came from the tinny speakers.

“It’s a little bit funny, these feelings inside. I’m not one of those who can easily hide.”

“Why am I getting deja vu?” Henry asked, as Alex wrapped his arms around Henry’s waist.

“No clue.”

They began to sway, slow and intimate, cheek to cheek. He recognized the swelling in his chest as the same ache he’d felt when Henry first played this song for him years ago in the music parlor. Back then, he’d been trying so hard to repress his love for Henry, gripping the settee and wondering how long they would fly across the world to touch each other without talking about it. Now they let love dance around them, unbridled and openly declared in front of the world.

Other memories stirred up unbidden. Henry ghosting him after their first kiss, leaving him out in the snow and questioning everything. And then again when Alex hinted at love, leaving him in the lake with his heart carved out. Twice is not a pattern though, is it. Ever since the last time they were in this museum together, Henry had given his entire self to Alex. He had decided to be with Alex for real that night. That had been when they decided to love each other on purpose.

“I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words. How wonderful life is, now you’re in the world.”

For several beats of silence, he just looked at Henry. And Henry looked at him, and the museum disappeared. The whole world faded away except Henry and himself. It was now. He knelt down to one knee slowly, never losing eye contact. Henry’s loving smile showed no surprise as Alex spoke.

“Henry George Edward James Fox-Mounchristen-Windsor,” he said, making Henry roll his eyes. “I have a question to ask you. You see, my mom asked me, back in our early days, if I felt forever about you. I knew it then, and I know it now. I want to spend my life with you. So... ”

He paused, reached into his jacket, and pulled out the bedazzled box, rhinestones spelling out ‘love.’ Henry had probably guessed that it was never intended for June’s earrings, because he laughed like the box was an inside joke. Despite knowing what was coming, he inhaled audibly when Alex opened the box to reveal a simple silver ring.

“Will you marry me?”

Henry laughed again, a laugh like the birds of sunrise. “Yes, Alex. I will marry you.”

The prince reached into his pocket and pulled out a small leather box, the same size as the one Alex held. Then, he knelt down on one knee as well, mirroring his fiancé. He opened it to reveal a thick antique gold ring inlaid with a gem that Alex couldn’t identify. Beautiful. “Alex Claremont-Diaz, will you spend forever with me as your partner, confidant, and best friend?”

“I,” Alex choked, “yeah, fuck, of course-”

Henry cut him off with a swift and passionate kiss, both of them on their knees, fumbling the engagement rings onto their fingers. Alex felt like the deceased king that had probably worn his engagement ring. They kissed until their knees grew sore, and they collapsed on the tile.

“How did you think to bring a ring and everything?”

“Believe it or not, I somehow predicted that you might do this,” Henry teased.

Their buzzing bodies urged them to get back to the palace, to Henry’s room, to the bed. So they pulled each other to their feet, both dizzy and desperate. Before leaving the piazza they held each other for just a little longer.

“I love you,” whispered Henry.

“Fuck, I know you do.” It’s an amazing thing, to know completely and utterly that somebody loves you. “I love you too.”

“I know.” Henry held him around the waist and their foreheads pressed together. “Hey, so, I know we’re going to have to have a big, gay, traditional, royal wedding and all that -”

“Which we’ll make fun!” Alex said, with the positivity of a camp counselor. The world could really benefit from a big, gay, royal wedding. “There will be so many rainbows, even only if the crowd brings them.”

“And we’ll definitely have an adequate number of champagne fountains.” Henry winked at him. “But you interrupted-”

“Sorry!”

“-me. I was saying that I know we’re doing the public wedding for the audience, and the press, but...” Suddenly Henry looked nervous. “Well, would you maybe want to…”

“Spit it out babe,” Alex kissed Henry lightly on the lips before pulling back to show that Henry had his entire attention. “I’m listening, for real.”

“Would you, would you maybe want to elope first?”

“I… um. Would we, you know, still do the royal wedding afterwards?” Alex asked. “Keep it a secret?”

“Well, yes.” The words tumbled out. “But it would be a secret that we’re keeping for ourselves. We wouldn’t be keeping a secret for an election, or family expectations, or our god damned publicists. It would be ours, and we would keep it because we want to.

“Because I want to keep you to myself, just a little bit.” Henry shrugged, sheepish. “You give so much of yourself to your country, to the world, and I love that about you, but I want this to be just us. I’d be open to inviting Bea, Pez, June, and Nora, and our parents too, if you want.”

“And honestly, I don’t really want there to be a minister or priest… maybe Pez could do it?” Henry continued. “It doesn’t even have to be legal, so people don’t find out. I don’t know, I just thought, it could be just us, making a promise. Not with the crown, not with the church, not with all your adoring fans. Just the people that really matter.”

“I…” A grin spread slowly across Alex’s face. “I love it. Yes. Hell yes. Where? Not Vegas. Paris?”

“Paris.” Relief sweetened Henry’s smile. “And I could play my vows for you on the piano, if you’d like.”

“Yes I’d like! We could do it on a sailboat with a captain! Can you bring a piano on a sailboat?” Henry shook his head and kissed Alex’s grin, nuzzling their noses together. Alex whispered, “Okay, I’ll slow down and we can figure it out together. You and me.”

“You and me.” They fell into each other, a blissful act of entropy, all lips and hands.

“Besides,” Alex said as they stopped to catch their breath. “Secrets can be kind of hot if I remember correctly.”

AN: So, I thought I'd end with the proposal, but I feel like there's maybe more here? Like, this scene was kinda building up to some 'just got engaged' smut, or it could go on to show their elopement. I'm feeling a tinsy bit uninspired for their vows though, so if any of y'all feel like writing those, I could insert to the rest of the marriage scene that could be fun. If anyone feels like doing the post-proposal smut (or the wedding night smut lol) lemme know! Otherwise, thank you for reading! Check out my other rwrb fics, if you feel like it :)

#you and me #part 3 #first prince #rwrb #proposal story #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #red white and royal blue

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gukptune · 5 years

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— user: 95mochibuns, 2 (m.)

↛ jimin x reader

everyday you sit on the same overly expensive gaming chair and play games on stream, with the occasional trip to the bathroom, eating and well, watching your favourite camboy’s streams. never in a million years did you think you’d be chatting up your biggest crush, neither did you imagine he’d figure you out so easily

↛ genre: camboy!au, streamer!reader, smut

↛ warnings: explicit language, masturbation, phone sex, public sex, use of a sex toy, rough, spanking, thigh fucking (inspired by one of my other upcoming fics), oral (cunnilingus), etc.

↛ words: 5k+

↛ note: part 2 and end of mochibuns! hope you’ll enjoy and thank you for the patience for this part.

Hey. It was that hey that had your head ravelled up in a twist. How were you meant to respond to your ultimate crush and the guy who’s made your life so hard for the past few months or so, fuck. You didn’t know how to respond, so you didn’t.

You went through your day as if nothing had bothered you, well you tried. Constantly feeling an itch on the back of your head reminding you of something you weren’t confident enough to do, gosh, what were you so scared of. You finished your day at University like usual and made your way home with a fresh new game to stream.

Even though, it wasn’t your usual stream day you had to race against time, you didn’t want to see any possible spoilers or anything at all about the game. You wanted to experience it first and hoped that your fans would appreciate your enthusiasm for the game.

As you settled yourself down with a change of clothing for comfort your eyes glanced at the phone on your desk, at least if you responded now you had no time to be embarrassed or overthink you needed to stream.

Taking a deep breath you managed to respond with something quite lacklustre.

you: hey :) [21:23]

You rubbed your face with your palm, cursing at how lame that was. But you had to move on from it. Jumping on a surprise livestream as your fans joined in with speed.

“Hello, everyone, welcome welcome! I hope you’re all excited and happy about this surprise stream as you know I’ve been waiting for this moment since my childhood and finally it is here! It’s here early!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands still not revealing the surprise to your fans as they commented questions and responses.

With a large smile you continued, “Finally! I have in my hands the long awaited Resident Evil 2! Thank you so much to Capcom for sending me the game before many and allowing me to show the first part to you guys. Resident Evil 2 comes out tomorrow on all platforms so get your copy to play along with me.”

myherotodoroki: so excited!

ghoulingtokyo: holy shit you got early access! yesss!

joker_r: let’s all be prepared to cry in fear

“I’m honestly terrified but I have you all to carry me,” You laughed, knowing that you were definitely going to take your entire life to get through this damned game.

Reading the ever so flooding comments you couldn’t help but hear the constant buzzing of your phone through your headphones as nothing was playing through it but the title screen with low music.

You were hoping your followers wouldn’t notice it as you tried to ignore it, it must’ve been him it couldn’t be anyone else. You weren’t particular texting people all the time and well, most of your notifications were turned off.

You continued into the game as you interacted with your audience, seeing the rolling comments helping you through the game and praising you through tough moments. Any time a zombie would show up your heart would explode and well, everyone seemed to like it.

Then surprisingly a donation came through, which you forgot to turn off, your audience doesn’t donate as you’ve told them many times before you didn’t need them but you’d get the occasional newbie or weirdo who’d donate so you’d read their comment.

MOCHI has donated $50

mochi: Why don’t you answer my texts...? :’(((((

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head, you might’ve stuttered a little, the concerned comments of your audience had you worried that they might’ve thought it was something bad.

“It’s alright guys, just a friend I was playing hard to get with,” You eased the tension in the chat box. Eyeing that damned comment as it went away slowly.

As you ventured on you knew you’d have to answer him before he freaks everyone out again, you excused yourself for a second to go to the bathroom as you swiped your phone along with you nonchalantly.

You pulled the toilet cover down as you sat on it, looking at the few texts that Jimin had sent, immediately making you open it and read it.

jimin: Finally, i’ve been waiting! [21:23]

jimin: I see that you’re quite busy though. :( [21:24]

jimin: Am I not worth your time? [21:24]

jimin: I’m just kidding, that’s cheesy. [21:24]

You rolled your eyes at his visible clinginess that you never knew that he’d be for you.

you: you freaked everyone out you jerk. [21:48]

As if immediately like he was awaiting your response.

jimin: I’m sorrrryyy, I just wanted to talk to you. [21:49]

Gosh, he was cute. It was surely him, you had checked if it was him. His twitter was indeed himself with many followers and pictures of him. You just couldn’t believe it.

you: and it had to be right now? [21:49]

jimin: Wellll, I texted you last night! [21:50]

Right, he did. And you didn’t respond.

jimin: I want to call you. [21:53]

Fuck. You couldn’t say no to that, it was Park Jimin for fucks sake. You eased up and sent your phone number to him casually. He had seen it and seemed to be calling you. With a blink of an eye a random number was calling, must’ve been him.

You answered, hearing not much but heavy breathing.

“Hello?” You said, hoping for at least some sort of sign that he was at least a live and is himself.

You could hear a bit of a tussle before a response, “Oh, shit, hey, hello.”

His chuckle running through your ears, you felt as if you were watching his lives instead of actually talking to him. With that you could hear a tinge of his accent, “I’m so sorry, I forgot that I was the one that called.”

“How are you?” he adds quickly, his voice wavering.

“I’m alright, I was streaming until you know...” You teased.

You could hear him huff, “Ops, I guess. Aren’t you in the bathroom? Peeing?”

“Nope, I might’ve lied, didn’t want you to freak people out even more. They literally thought you were some stalker, Jimin!” You laughed, explaining to him the situation hoping he’d not do it again.

He lets out a groan for some odd reason, “Uh, could you say my name again, please?”

You didn’t see why not so you did, “Jimin?”

That’s when he lets out a rather strangled moan, fuck, was he really?

“_____, you wouldn’t have happened to notice how we’re so effortlessly casual with eachother? As if we know eachother?”

You swallowed, not really following in what he was saying, “Uhm, I’m not sure what you mean, I assume you know me since you do follow me— sorry for not noticing it before.”

Of course you had fucking noticed that he followed you.

He let’s out a chuckle, a breathy one, “Yes, I do watch your streams but you seem to be very friendly to me, even though you seemingly don’t know me, you surely don’t follow me, I’m just a stranger, right?”

His voice lingering in your ears as you tried to process what was actually going on. You must’ve taken your time as he spoke before you could.

“I do keep track of the members on my account, I check their profiles every now and then, I think you should change your email— the one on your twitter strangely matches that of one, peachbubbles.”

Oh for fucks sake. You were dead, ruined, you can’t come back from his. Maybe your silence fed into his victory, he’s exposed you pretty much, was this his true intention. Why were you stupid enough to use your own email.

“Don’t worry about it, only I can see the email, love,” He hisses as the end as if he was in pain.

Making you wonder, “Hey—are, are you in pain or are you...”

He lets out a laugh, an octave lower than his usual tone.

“You’ve figured me out again, I was wondering how long it would take it.” He reveals without a care in the world.

You nearly scream, but kept it in knowing your stream was still running, “What the fuck, how are you so shameless?”

“Oh come on, I know you’re damn kinky, _____, if you don’t remember I occasionally jack off to your pretty face and you just so happened to bless me with a surprise stream where I could see your pretty plump red lips scream, in fear but I pretend it’s for me.”

He was good, he knew what to do to make a girl squirm. God, you were squirming in your seat already, he made it hard, so hard. You were dripping, you could feel the wetness below you sinking into your sweatpants.

You needed to go now.

“Look, Jimin, I have to go,” You rubbed your head in frustration, “I have people waiting.”

Jimin whines audibly, “Wait, please. We could—”

“I really want to, god I do, but they’ll get suspicious. My fans are nosey... also I promised someone to play tonight—”

“Urh, who’d you promise, one of your guy friends, god, if you stream that shit I’ll get so fucking jealous,” He groans, you could hear the slapping of skin through the speakers he was going at it hard.

“Maybe it is, maybe I’ll stream it. I’m sure you could get yourself off just watching my pretty lips right, I’ll talk to you later.” You ended the call before he could respond, you could practically here the phantom of his own frustrations.

You tried to get your mind off the imagery of him jacking off, reminding you of last night and his glorious dick, you actually talked to him. Him. You weren’t about to fangirl over a damn camboy but you fucking are.

You woke up without a care in the world, stretching over your pillows, cozying into your fluffy sheets. Pretty much letting out moans at how comfortable you feel. Then of course, getting a sinking feeling knowing that you had to get up to University soon. It was always the worst part, getting up, after that everything was simple and easy.

That’s when you notice the message on your phone screen, blinking back at you.

jiminie: Where do you happen to live again? [8:12]

You blinked for a second wondering why he would ask that. You then proceeded to write back the city you currently study in, he seemed to be taking a while to respond after reading it.

jiminie: Well, isn’t it a coincidence that I happen to be here? :0 [8:15]

You froze for a second, he was here. As in breathing the same air as you right now. The question that stayed on your mind was why he was here, he lived in Seoul.

you: 0.0 [8:16]

jiminie: I happen to have been invited to a birthday party, of a friend. I mostly agreed knowing I’d be able to see you. [8:17]

jiminie: Surprise? [8:17]

It hadn’t been the longest time you two had texted back and forth, it was difficult with the time differences but both of you seemed to like staying up late in the night. He tuned into your streams as you did his as usual. Maybe making you feel a sense of pride knowing that every time someone would ask him how it was between you he’d pretend nothing had happened and play it off. Reading all those comments of girls wanting him, yet here he was completely and only focused on you.

He would even mouth your name as he came every now and then, as cheesy as it was winking to the camera knowing that you would be the only one to be able to catch that.

Maybe it made you wonder if he had anyone else, it would be strange to think that he wouldn’t have had anyone else. He didn’t seem like that type of guy but he must’ve had someone before right... or you had too much faith in him.

You guys hadn’t called or video chatted the same way that night nearly went, it was strange, he was only asking you about you. Maybe he did like you and want to know you.

In the end both of you were interested in each other first and for-most for each other’s looks, what you saw online.

you: i have uni :( [8:22]

jiminie: I can meet you after, I’ll pick you up? [8:23]

You wondered if that would be a good idea, after all you would get off super late.

you: uhm [8:27]

jiminie: Do you not like the idea? I could always wait elsewhere? [8:27]

you: it’s not that [8:28]

you: i have practice, it ends pretty late in the evening :[ [8:28]

jiminie: What kind of practice? [8:29]

you: volleyball [8:29]

jiminie: 0.0 [8:32]

jiminie: Really? [8:32]

you: yea... [8:32]

jiminie: Shit, that’s kinda hot. Am I allowed to watch? [8:34]

you: omg. and i think so? there’s no rules against it and we get parents around sometimes [8:35]

jiminie: Fuck, I honestly thought you just didn’t want to see me. And, now I get to see you in tight little booty shorts, am I dreaming? [8:35]

you: of course i want to see you loser! [8:37]

you: dreaming? thought you stopped being cheesy. [8:37]

jiminie: Never baby. [8:39]

jiminie: Get to school, loser. I’ll see you after! <3 [8:39]

At least he gave you some sort of motivation to get the day over with. You still couldn’t believe it, or believe him. Were you really going to see him, was he honestly even real. You won’t even believe it until you could see him with your own eyes.

Beads of sweat dripped down your chin as you leaned over on your knees trying to catch your breath. Eyes shut from the world as you tried to lower your heart rate. You of course were running laps around the court because your teammate couldn’t stop a spike, it was brutal.

Even if your spikers were some of the best in the country the blockers needed to be better or at least good enough to catch up. As a team you needed to take the punishments together and well you all hated laps and that’s what you had to do.

As you finished first you could hear your teammate chanting her apology comedically as she ran, maybe you laugh, though choking in pain as well from catching your breath.

You went over to the bench and pulled your shorts out from being completely attached to your bottom. Picking up your water bottle, you looked around at the spectators but nothing.

No sign of him.

Maybe he lied, you rolled your eyes thinking that you’ve just hoped for the best and go the worst which wasn’t something that happened often. You were taught to hope for the best but prepare for the worst, and you were prepared. Prepared to just walk your ass home after practice.

With that and a call out from your coach you jogged over to join the team as you finally began to actually play versus. Your team only had the best and weren’t so plentiful so you were to practice with the boys team which in all honestly was not as good as you. They are bigger, hit harder but that made your team extremely resilient and able to take physically larger opponents but well you can’t say much for their skills.

When practice ended you were still picking up the rest of the equipment with it being only you and a few of the boys left. Most of the girls had ran into the locker rooms and showered, leaving as quickly as they can to do what they needed after.

You took your time, knowing that you weren’t in need of rushing for anything or well anyone. You’ve put away all you could and grabbed your duffle bag including the rest of your things and headed into the locker room.

Humming a tune you looked around seeing no one in sigh, plopping your bag down on the ground you opened your locker and pulled out your school bag and extra clothes to change into.

You had thought no one else was here but you could hear rather loud cracking steps, turning around with your hands still fumbling through the locker you saw no one. Thinking it was someone rummaging through their locker on the other side.

You pushed the thoughts away as you finished up, shutting your locker until you left a strange presence. That strange presence of something behind you.

“You are truly good at hiding that ass in those sweats.”

You screamed before turning around, throwing your handful of clothes towards the voice. Having all of that just fall into the person’s hand as he caught it.

Jimin’s eyes widened before realising how scary it must’ve been, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

His smile nearly blinds you as you stare back at him blankly completely still no knowing how to react to him being in here.

“I—uh, had to sneak in, I assumed your school doesn’t let guys into the girl’s locker room,” He smiled again, handing your the clothes as he hopped over the bench in between the two of you.

You took the clothes back, hugging them close to you, replying breathlessly, “I thought you ditched me.”

“I would never. Traffic’s a mess here.” His hand coming up to brush your hair off your face as you closed your eyes to feel his palm falling against the shell of your ear.

Opening them to see that he’s stepped much closer to you now, feeling his breath on your face.

“Why did it sound like you were wearing heels?” You teased, looking down at his choice of footwear.

He lifted his heel up to show you his shoes as he brushes fingers through his hair, “I guess they’re kind of heels.”

“You’re lucky you didn’t slip in here with those shoes.”

Jimin’s hand fell towards the base of your neck and his other hand made it’s way up your waist, “I’m lucky haven’t been caught getting in here with these clicky heels.”

“That is true, you’re lucky to have bypassed the boys team lurking around,” You smiled, feeling his hand squeeze at your side pulling you to him.

Finally, taking a fully look at him. He didn’t sport his coloured contacts, neither is his hair a light blonde, more of a light brown now. He looked even better in person and well, if you get to it he’s dressed so effortlessly well enough to make you crawl on your knees.

He must’ve noticed your silence and wandering eyes. Taking his bottom lip in between his teeth the man let his hand slide down towards his most anticipated attraction.

Taking a rather mighty squeeze at it, making you let out a breathy gasp right at his cheeks as he pulls you up.

His lips now skimming over your ear, “You make it so hard, you’re making me so fucking hard.”

If anytime was the time now was it. You placed your lips against his cheek, letting it attach and pull away with a pop, “Oh yea? Why don’t you show me.”

He lets out an audible breath of amusement as turns you around and pushes you down onto the spacious bench. Keeping himself stood tall, “I knew you were kinky as soon as I laid eyes on your Devil May Cry walkthrough, baby, watching me all those times before we talked too.”

“My dirty girl,” He bites his lips as he groans, his thumb playing with your bottom lip as he undoes his belt skill-fully with one hand. Allowing your excitement to brew as you squeezed your thighs together, arching your back with your head looking up at him.

Moaning into his thumb as he pushes it through your lips, letting your tongue play with it as your eyes batted at him lustfully.

As soon as he let his erection out of it’s tight holding you were shocked to see now strained the thing looked. He must’ve been holding it in for the longest time, “Painfully hard it seems, huh?”

Gracing your fingers against it, he shudders as he watches you ingulf his thumb, as if it was his cock you went hard. He could practically be drooling at the sight infront of him, “Like I said, teeny tight booty shorts on that juicy ass.”

He choked on a moan as soon as your hand took him, he was relatively large, thick more than anything. Wet and hot, enough to make you want to take him already, it would just fit so perfectly.

As soon as you began to pump back and forth on him you seemed to get stuck on the way to his pelvis, his long shirt covering the top part from your eyes. With that he takes his hand away from you, with a lewd pop he grins at the string of spit dragging between them.

He pulls up his shirt to show you what had been in the way, of course it was a cockring.

“Thought you’d like it, baby.”

You did, the tight band holding his cock making it enlarge in size by the mere pressure. You could see the small bullet on the top part of it, god, that would feel so good.

“I want you so bad,” You whined, pulling at his top and running your hand underneath it to feel his ripped body underneath.

He hummed in return looking around as if unsure of the choice of location, “I don’t know, baby, I’ve never done it in public before, are you sure about this. I won’t be able to stop if you let me.”

As much as he was a self titled porn star, the boy only appeared to his fans by himself, never had he had a girl with him. Yet, here you were about to let a camboy fuck you against a bench in your team’s locker room, what had you become.

“Please, Jimin.”

As if animalistic-ally, he groans pushing you back into the bench allowing you to lay against the grooved surface. He pulls his shirt over his head with one motion and continues to pull his pants down over his thighs, giving you a full sight of all his glory. As he if was allowing you a moment to take it in, the boy’s abs flexing as he breathed, his unshaven navel dragging your eyes to his jewels.

You furrowed your eyebrows with a pout as if rushing him, making him sniffle a chuckle as he kneels over on the relatively spacious bench by your legs, pulling them apart to see your shorts drenched from your own juices.

“Baby’s all wet for me, huh? Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck your insides out,” He growls, reminding you much of his teasing when he’d do his livestreams. Your core clenching against itself, wanting some sense of friction with his holding your thighs back.

His hands made quick work of the tight shorts, grabbing them by the elastic on your waist he pulls them down along with your panties leaving you bare from the bottom and sporting only your long sleeve uniform top.

Instantly the man slid his finger down your slit, making your breath hitch as your body reacted to the long awaited touch. Your hips thrusting up at him wanting more, he listened and bites his lip dragging his fingers down towards your clenching hole not getting a touch on your clit.

“Uh—ah,” You moaned as soon as his fingers began teasing your leaking self, your lips parted letting out heavy breaths constantly. Trying your best to keep your eyes on the sight with your elbows holding you up.

Without a warning he plunges into you, two fingers dragging in and out of you with a curve, giving you only sensations of pleasure. You were fucking wet and he couldn’t wait to taste that.

Jimin pulled you up by the back of your thighs to hoist your bottom into his lap, feeling his large erection pressing against your ass as his tongue flattens against you nearly making you scream from simulation or the lack of simulation on your clit now having a full on twist and twirl on it.

He sucked and ate you out like he was starved, his fingers deep inside of your as he curls his fingers at the right spots, allowing your first high to come, “Fuck, come for me baby, I want you to drench me.”

And that you did, as you came down you wanted to feel him, rushing to place your hand over his shoulders as for the first time you two had your lips against eachother. You could still taste yourself against his tongue, but it didn’t matter, it was dirty, hot and wet. Your lips moving against eachother like no tomorrow, Jimin letting out grunts past his lips as you felt his cock twitch against you.

“Fuck me, Jimin,” You mumbled against his lips, he curses with a smirk on his face and pushes you down with his weight. Leaning over you he runs his lips against your neck, nipping and biting at the skin that he could before his hands push your top up over your chest.

He grunts from the sight of your breasts and immediately pulls the bra up over to free them, fucking them with his tongue as his hand played with himself. Pulling at his balls as he wetted himself with your cum.

Jimin hisses as his lips came back up and brushed against the side of your ear, “I can’t let you have me that easily baby, you should know, I fucking love teasing.”

Of course he did, you whined as you smacked him against his biceps knowing that you were hoping for it too much.

He picks up your legs and held them together as he lifted them to place them over his right hip, “We’re going to play a little more.”

He puts one of his knees up on the bench from what you could see as his other leg braces him against the ground, pulling his pants lower down his thighs to show you how nice they were, fuck, they were thick.

He takes a hold of your hands that were holding onto him and pushes them over your head, “Keep ‘em up or I won’t fuck you, alright.”

Dominant Jimin was the best kind of Jimin when he was horny, shit, his eyes were dark and his goal was to make you and himself feel good. You nod gripping onto the end of the bench with your arms up over your head.

Something you’ve never experienced began, he slipped his cock through your thigh brushing it against your lips. You rolled your head back at the strange new sensation of having his cock head slipping back and forth between your thigh and running against your clit so hard.

“Never done this before?” He grunts, thrusting back and forth as you watch his tip leaking precum.

You shook your head, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head from the precise clit stimulation, “No-fuck, I feels so good, what the fuck.”

“It’s about to feel much better.”

He takes a moment to pause before turning on his cock ring, and going right at it. The vibrating ring hitting your clit whenever he’d fuck past the hilt, you watched as his cock head appeared and disappeared every time he’d thrust.

You couldn’t keep it in anymore, you mouth speaking for itself as your stomach clenched and shook from the insane pleasure. Overstimulation at it’s best, you wanted to scream but also didn’t want to get caught. Dropping your head back as you could feel yourself clenching so hard without anything inside, never had you felt like cumming so fucking hard.

Jimin’s breathing chokes up as he nears his high too, with his cock tip pooling with cum he skillfully slips himself inside of you, the rough and fullness making tears pool out of your eyes. Jimin’s pleasure was audible now, not able to hold himself in anymore.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, this ring isn’t making things-easier, fuck.”

Spluttering as he nearly creams himself, he leans over you and begins to kiss down your neck, whispering dirty things to you, “Baby girl, you’re taking me so well, fuck- come on, come real hard for me.”

God, he had his ways with words as your body reacts on it’s own. Clenching hard against his thick cock and with the added vibrating ring you were gone. Jimin didn’t last much longer as he thrusts a last time as he bottoms out inside you letting himself fill you whole.

He awaits your breathing and pulls out, watching the cum leak as he did. He squints turning off the ring as he pulls it through his dick and drops it against the ground. Rubbing his hand up and down your thigh as your collected yourself.

Pulling your bra down as well as your top, you sat up feeling the hot cum still coming out of you. Sitting on Jimin and your own hot cum felt strange, strangely hot.

You grinned, bringing a hand up to place on his cheek as you pulled him in for a kiss, “That was way too good.”

Jimin shyly laughed, rubbing his head.

“Honestly, I think you ruined plain penetration for me.”

He shakes his head, turning to bite your hand playfully, “I could still make you cum harder with just my plain dick and some hard fucking, baby, next time I’d prefer doing this in a bedroom.”

“Same, it’s so damn humid now.”

“Think that’s our fault, the heat and the wet floor.” You both looked down at the mess you both made, you laughed wrapping your arm over his shoulder and peppering his neck with kisses.

He chuckles, wrapping his arm around your waist tightly, “You know, I’m obligated to shoot tonight.”

“Wanna give my audience a fucking lesson?”

c. 2019

#jimin #park jimin #jimin smut #bts smut

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boymeetsweevil · 5 years

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Breathe you in

Grouping: Popstar!Reader x Non-Idol!Taehyung

Word Count: ~7.8k

Warnings/Themes: Shotgunning (so thats recreational drug use), Rough face fucking, face-sitting (fm receiving), some background angst, not too scary lol

Summary: Can I pls request an ex lovers trope with taehyung where you broke up with him , but he shows you he loves you and was never over you and wants to be together again? Thanks!

A/N: This is part of the BTS Smut Club Anniversary fic exchange! Thanks for the prompt!

It’s nearing 10pm when the town car arrives in front of your apartment complex. The driver pulls up in the back entrance used primarily for allowing the higher profile residents to discreetly enter the building when needed. Normally the back entrance is littered with snapping cameras or fans who are trying their hand at stalking. Tonight none of those people are there for you because your mini-tour ended a day early, allowing you to return from Amsterdam a day before what’s scheduled on your website.

“Don’t forget,” your publicist sits across from you on the opposite leather upholstered bench of the car, “You’re close to reaching another follower milestone, so you need to do one last Instagram live before bed.” You release a deep sigh that sounds like it came from your bones.

“Shit. Bee, I’m really tired.”

“Language,” Bee admonishes while scrolling one iPhone in one hand before switching to the one in her other hand.

“Can’t it fucking wait,” you hiss, petty from exhaustion.

She pins you with a look that tells you she’s not playing this game with you and continues typing away. “You’ll sleep soon enough once we go through the checklist for today and tomorrow.”

Bee’s phone pings and you watch the set of her mouth grow infinitely more tense before her eyes dart to you. Rarely does hesitation temper her gaze like it does in this moment. You let out a sigh. She’s about to mention your ex.

“Also, Oh! News wants to bring you in some time this week to address statements Nick made about the breakup.”

“Of course they do,” you sigh again.

“I’ve been trying to push the date back but they’re not taking no for an answer. Plus, it might be better to go out and put an end to it so it can become old news.”

You massage your temples. “Yeah, no, I’ll do it. I’ll do it.”

Bee watches the gears in your head turn as you think about the whirlwind that was the breakup. With your departure to Europe only a few days after the PG-13 video of him with another actress blew up, there was naturally a lot of speculation. Most of it hateful and directed at you, surprisingly enough. Having just starred in a movie aimed at 12-17 year olds, Nick seemingly had all of the world’s young girl population locked and loaded at you. Your relative silence while on tour for two months in the Netherlands only fueled the outrage.

“Alright, alright,” she opens the door on your side and pushes your purse into your limp arms. “I had them take your luggage up before you. Do what I told you and then...go get some sleep, Sweets.”

“Thanks, Bee.”

Your penthouse apartment is as pristine as you left it when you push open the door, your luggage waiting neatly by your shoe closet. While you unpack your bags in your bedroom, you take note of the outfit laid out for your on your bed. It’s a pair of leggings that have sequins sewn up the sides and a matching off the shoulder top that will definitely require you to keep your bra on. It’s for the Instagram broadcast, so you won’t have to wear it long. But you want to crawl out of your skin and finally be able to turn off your public figure voice more than anything else. You suppose you can handle waiting a little while longer, though.

When you’re dressed and have your hair out of your face, you take your phone with you to the bathroom before waking up your speaker to play some mood music. A little tripod setup waits for you on the sleek countertop. Once your phone is plugged in and you’ve pulled up Instagram, you begin your livestream and your camera smile is on.

“Hey, everybody,” you greet the viewers already watching.

There’s a little more than 800,000 people are currently watching, more than normal this early in a live video. You attribute it to the tweet Bee sent from your Twitter a few minutes prior that broke your 2 month long internet silence.

“I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long,” you talk a little louder over the music you have playing. “I was so busy in Amsterdam and when I did have some down time, I wanted to really unplug. So I didn’t use social media while I was there. I’ll definitely be uploading the pictures I took, though. I saw some really amazing stuff.”

You begin pumping an oil cleanser into the palms of your hands while stopping to read the comments as they come up on the screen. Some of them you ignore because they’re comments from Nick’s fan accounts. Others welcome you back and some are fans of the artist you were touring with.

“How was touring with Nana,” you echo the fan’s question while rubbing your makeup off. “She was so wonderful, oh my god. I think she’s got such a beautiful point of view when it comes to her lyrics about getting older and dealing with the pressures of being a woman in the spotlight. Also her fashion sense is incredible.”

A few more questions about the products you’re using and what you did on your off time come up. Some people ask if you’re working on a new album yourself and you talk about that as much as you can without breaking any promises, keeping the essentials a secret. Another person asks you to sing a few bars from your verse on the song you did with Nana and you do. By the time you’re tapping moisturizer onto your face, you’ve almost made it through the broadcast unscathed. But then you see a comment that has you breaking character for a second, your muscles freezing.

douknowbt$: OMG Nick is watching the live.

Hopefully no one notices your 2 seconds of panic, but you can’t be sure until someone else blogs about it. You dismiss the comment and finish up with a few pumps of hand cream, rubbing your hands a bit manically as the comments about Nick begin to grow in number. In that moment, you sign off and quickly move to end the live. But with your haste and slippery fingers, you don’t realize you missed the button and the recording was still going.

A few of the viewers try to send messages letting you know that the live hasn’t ended, but you don’t check your phone again after throwing it onto your covers and climbing into bed. With the camera facing up, you’re seen pulling up your laptop and putting on some classical music using the surround sound speakers in your bedroom. From the screen, all the viewers can see you sitting stiffly on your bed, eyes closed for a few minutes in what looks like meditation as the adagio that’s playing washed over you. After a few deep breaths, you open your eyes and reach for your phone.

“Oh sh—,” you keep yourself from cursing at the last second when you discover the livestream didn’t end. “I’m sorry, guys. I was so tired I guess I didn’t realize I forgot to end the video. I’m signing off for real now. Yes, yes, I’m okay. Just tired. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

You triple check to make sure the video is off before throwing your phone across the bed. The day didn’t seem like it could get worse after your long flight and even longer wait at the airport when it seemed like your luggage was lost. Not to mention that you were bone tired and hungry but couldn’t have any of the foods you were craving because of a stupid photo shoot coming up in a few weeks. In that moment, the intercom rings, signaling that the front desk is trying to reach you, but you remain in bed and hope that it’ll stop. It does, for a moment, before starting up again. You groan before getting up and heading to the front door.

“Yes?”

“Hello Miss,” says the cheerful older man who runs the front desk during nights. “I trust you’re having a delightful evening.”

“Hello, Sir.”

“We just wanted to alert you that the delivery person with your order is currently on the 15th floor and should be at your suite shortly. Please anticipate your food’s arrival in the next few minutes and have a pleasant rest of the evening.” The call ends just like that, not leaving you any room to protest and say that you didn’t order food.

You figure it’s just that Bee saw what a huge shitshow your livestream was and she wants to send you something to make you feel better. And no doubt if it was something that came with a delivery person, it was good food. If she came herself, she would definitely have brought something like a salad bowl or a sushi plate. If you eat another vegetarian sushi plate, you're certain you'll die. Not from Mercury poisoning—like your mother always warns you about—but from sadness.

A tentative knock on the door sounds and you open it with a plasticky smile. Sometimes they send people who get a little star struck. Most times you’re amenable to just being subdued but friendly so that they just ask for a selfie or a quick autograph on a take out napkin and don't try to linger or say you were a bitch later on.

Tonight you're not really in the mood for too much friendliness tonight, though. In the drawer next to the door, you dig around for the wad of cash you keep hidden there and pull an obscene tip out.

“Hi, thank you,” you keep your head down and blindly reach for the white paper bag in the person's hand. “Have a good—excuse me, asshole!”

“That’s not my name.”

The hand yanks the bag out of your reach at the last second, lifting high above your head. You’re not at all in the mood for dealing with a pissy delivery boy who wants to knock you down a few pegs. Putting your hands on your hips, you’re about to give him the verbal lashing he deserves, PR consequences be damned, when you a good look at his face stops you.

“Taehyung?”

“In the flesh,” he shoots back at you.

The man in front of you gives you a muted, smug smile before shouldering his way past you and into your apartment. He stands tall in the foyer of your apartment like he belongs there and has been there a thousand times. You can’t help but drink in the image of your ex-boyfriend from half a decade ago despite the fact that he’s technically intruding. There’s still a whisper of the boy you started dating when you were in your last year of high school, but much of that is overpowered by the man he is now. He’s broader in the jaw and the shoulders than he was before, and there must have been some growth spurts since you last saw him.

“This is real nice,” he lets out a low whistle as he takes in the large open floor-plan of your apartment. You follow closely behind as he starts walking around, head cocked forward with purpose.

“What are you looking for?”

“The kitchen,” he says casually.

“It’s that way,” you gesture before realizing that you need to get your priorities straight. “What are you doing in my house?”

“I came to bring you food.”

The bag he raises gives off a pleasant savory smell and you clench your fist to keep yourself from excusing his sudden appearance.

“I didn’t ask for food. And I certainly didn’t ask you for food.”

“Touchy,” he turns back to pin you with an amused grin. “But you didn’t have to ask. I knew you needed it.”

“You knew I needed it?” You raise an incredulous eyebrow, eager to hear his explanation. “How did you know I needed it?”

He places the bag on the countertop in your kitchen, standing on the opposite side of the counter.

“Because,” he sighs, “I saw your Instagram live and you were playing Elgar. You never play Elgar unless something’s really wrong.”

“I—that’s,” he pushes the bag toward you while you try to come up with a reason while he’s wrong, when he’s not.

You’ve had a habit of playing classical music when you were near your breaking point. It’s been a habit that you’ve had since you were 10, but concealed long before you started your time in the spotlight. While you were dating Taehyung, you were a depressed teenager and he was present for some of the worst times of your life. Several times he’d found you in your room or your parents’ car blasting tragic symphonies as accompaniment for bawling your eyes out. But that was years ago.

“You can eat it. I’m not hungry,” you finally say. He looks at you like he can tell you’re lying, but plays along and shrugs.

“Fine.” He opens the bag and pulls out some smaller plastic containers of food and a spoon.

“I didn’t mean here!”

He chuckles at your outburst, mumbling something about fame not changing you, before ambling out of the kitchen and through the rooms until he arrives at your bedroom. You find him about to sit on your bed and rush over.

“If you took the subway here, don’t even think about sitting on that bed.”

“What? Suddenly my subway clothes are too dirty for your bed?”

“Yes,” you huff. “The sheets alone cost me more than half a grand.”

“What the hell,” he jumps up like he’s been shocked. “Why would you spend that much on sheets?”

“They’re highly rated,” you admit with a small voice. “And they’re used by many foreign diplomats.”

“That’s ridiculous. You’re so prissy.”

“We can’t all be members of a practical startup.” When his eyes widen in surprise, you curse yourself for letting him know you still keep tabs on him. “Besides. You used to like prissy.”

“Still do,” he gives you with a molten look that has you moving away from him and fluffing pillows to hide your flustered state.

“Why are you still here?”

“Because you’re hurting.”

“Maybe,” you throw your hands up. “But that’s not your job anymore.”

He runs a hand through his dark hair, parting the shiny waves carelessly. He’s not sure how to admit that he’s been making sure fame doesn’t eat you alive ever since you broke up with him to pursue your singing career. The memory of that day rings clear in his head even after five years of being split up.

Cliche as it sounds, it was a rainy night. You were at a meeting with Bee a few days before the entertainment label you were flirting with was going to give you the final version of your contract to sign.

Bee was never a huge fan of his, so Taehyung waited outside her office instead of interrupting the meeting to let you know he was there. But with the office door cracked, he could still hear the sounds of your conversation and the soft sounds of your sobs.

His blood grew cold when he heard what Bee was telling you. She told you starting this career with a relationship would hurt your numbers by making it impossible for your male fanbase to project their fantasies onto you because of the presence of another guy in your life. She told you if you were going to make it, you’d need to play up the role of sexy girlfriend to the audience members for the first album at least and that wouldn’t be possible if they got wind of Taehyung.

He covered his own mouth, barely fighting tears from welling up, listening as you tried to plead with Bee. Your voice was watery as you tried to convince her that you could make it without the girlfriend role. That you had enough work ethic and talent to do it. And when she didn’t budge, you said that you loved him and threatened to walk out right then if you had to break up with him. He listened to Bee tell you that you were being naive and that you’d be stupid to throw away all your opportunities for a boy.

And Bee was right.

So when you came outside minutes later with puffy eyes and a white knuckled grip on the sleeves of your sweater, he’d accepted his fate. He’d even accepted the lie you told him about having another guy on the side. Though you couldn’t produce a name when he asked who it was. Though you looked up at him like you wanted to take it all back. Though you leaned your forehead on his chest like you were in the greatest amount of pain. He accepted it all and walked away.

That is, if walking away meant that he created fake social media accounts so he could comment positive things on your first few interview videos and bought tickets to as many concerts he could when you were in the area. He never tried to make his presence known, just stood there and drank in how vibrant you looked when you were on stage and singing your heart out. It took a while for the jealousy to stop rearing its ugly head whenever he looked at how other people would show their adoration for you. By the time Nick came around, he was convinced he was content with how things were. But after seeing the way Nick’s cheating affected you, he had a hard time sitting still.

“Well, I’m not leaving until you feel better. So, you better start talking.”

“What is there to even say?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

You sigh and ignore him in favor of walking over to the large sofa in the corner of your room and collapsing on the large sofa face first. A dip in the cushions near you tells you he’s followed you and sat down. When you finally reveal your face, he’s peering down at you with a sad look in his eyes. The sad, sympathetic look that would always get you spilling your guts when you were still together. So you tell him everything.

It's almost embarrassing to tell him that you thought you loved Nick. At their best, things with Nick were comfortable and sometimes passionate, but it wasn’t anything close to love. Nothing close to what you had with Taehyung. And how could it have been when the reason you got together in the first place was because Bee thought you could ‘scratch each other’s backs’? Nick was not only handsome with the clean image Bee wanted for you, but you were writing and singing the theme song for the blockbuster movie he was to star in. It all seemed to work at first.

It only took one tabloid story suggesting that he was seeing some other younger and bustier actress behind your back to make you see that nothing you had with him was substantial. You brought the story up as a joke, thinking you could laugh about the way tabloids would do anything for story—even lie. As soon as you mentioned it to him, he denied it hastily and made a snide comment about not believing everything you see just because it’s technically press. After that, it was like a switch had been flipped and suddenly you couldn’t be in the same room together for more than 10 minutes without going at each other’s throats. The cheating rumors kept flaring up until they reached a peak a little more than 2 months ago, when someone anonymously submitted a video of him groping and kissing the same actress outside of a bakery in your hometown in broad daylight.

After watching the video about 15 times on the plane to Amsterdam, you concluded that even though he had long since established himself as a grade-A asshole in your mind, he was in mushy-love with this girl. You could tell from the sweet way he cradled her face while kissing her and how he took the extra step to block any potential cameras before giving her impressive rack a squeeze. Lucky for you, the video didn’t really evoke any messy emotions like jealousy. Instead there was just some satisfaction at having your suspicions confirmed and knowing he’d have to clean up this mess. You felt bad for the other actress, though. She was just starting out with mainly B movie roles and there was no telling whether the public would fillet her or ignore her altogether.

Taehyung has to sit on his hands to keep from rubbing your back you as you pour out all the things that had been stressing you out. What startles him is how stoic you are the whole time. When he first met you, you cried at the drop of a hat. It was endearing back then, but there’s no trace of it now. You sniffle a little when you talk about some of the vicious hate mail you received while in Amsterdam, but besides the shining eyes, that’s it. He clenches his jaw and wonders what you must have gone through in the last five years to have lost that quality.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles when the lull in the conversation is longer than he expected.

“It’s fine, I just,” you sniff again, wipe your eyes carefully. “I was really hoping that once the dating clause in my contract expired, things wouldn’t blow up in my face like this. And now I can’t go anywhere without people shoving mentions of Nick in my face. I just—it sucks. I just want to do what I want and I thought I’d earned that right but I guess not.”

“I don’t know. I think you’ve earned it. You’re grammy nominated this year, and you visited 13 countries this year alone.”

“What are you? President of my fan club?”

“Do I look like a 14 year old girl to you?”

You squint like you’re giving it some thought and he squawks.

“I’m just kidding,” you duck your head. “You’re, what, 226?” He laughs at the extra two centuries you’ve tacked on.

“You remember my birthday,” he smiles widely.

“Of course I do.” The way he looks at you makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up so you change the subject. “Alright. I’ve done enough talking. Where’s my compensation?”

“You literally haven’t changed at all,” he says while fishing in the pockets of his dark wash denim jacket. It takes a few seconds and he has to pull a few balled up receipts and earphones out of the pockets but he eventually pulls out a fat blunt and brandishes it like a huge check.

Nose wrinkling, you push his hand out of your face. “Weed?”

“Yeah! You said you wanted a pick-me-up, right? And I just got this yesterday from a dispensary. This is the good, strong shit. Probably could compete with the stuff they have in Amsterdam.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be able to tell.”

“Huh,” he furrows his brow while hunting for a lighter.

“I’ve never smoked so I wouldn’t know.”

“You mean you were in Amsterdam and you didn’t even try to smoke?”

“It’s bad for my voice,” you whine at his judgmental glare.

“Bullshit.”

“It smells like armpit,” you try again.

“There’s the prissy princess. Well, you should know that the only stuff that smells like that is the shit broke evil dealers peddle to broke college students.”

You roll your eyes, but sit up on your heels so you can pay closer attention. Taehyung flicks his lighter to life and lights up the end of the blunt. He takes a deep inhale before letting out a thick cloud of smoke. He gestures for you to take it, but you shake your head nervously.

“What’s the matter now?”

“I don’t know how to do it. What if I burn my lips?”

He squints at you, wondering how you can be such a baby. “The cherry’s not even on the side you put your mouth on.”

“Whatever! I’m still scared.”

“Do you want to try it, though?”

You gnaw at your lip thoughtfully and decide that you need to take your mind off everything for a while. “Y-yeah, I guess. I don’t have a studio session tomorrow.”

“Okay.” He scoots forward on the couch until your knees are just barely brushing. “I’ll shotgun it to you.”

“What’s that?”

“You’ll see.”

He takes another drag, this time a little smaller, and holds the smoke in his mouth. Turning to you, he leans in until you can feel his bangs brush your forehead as he tilts his head to get the angle right. There’s about an inch of space between your mouths when he starts to let the smoke billow out of his mouth. You get the gist and try to inhale it as best as possible, but you’re new to it and he’s too far away for you to get the smoke.

“I’m not getting any,” your tone is petulant as the smoke floats up around your face.

Taehyung, on the other hand, is already feeling the effects of the strong blend he bought. He scoots forward once more and then turns to the side so he can take another drag. This next time, he grabs your jaw and brings you forward to meet him. Thumbing at your bottom lip, he coaxes your mouth open and slack before slotting his lips over yours. You feel the brush of the supple skin of his lips and it distracts you a bit, but this time you do manage to inhale most of the fumes. Your eyes drop closed as you hold the smoke in for as long as possible before letting your breath out.

“How was that,” Taehyung asks lowly. His lids have drooped to match his relaxed state. With the high slowly creeping over him, he ogles you unabashedly.

“It was okay. Do it again.”

He nods and quickly burns through the rest of the blunt, giving you the larger hits when he shotguns to you and taking slightly smaller drags for himself. To keep you nearby, his hand comes to rest heavily on the small of your back. You, still on your haunches, somehow end up straddling one of his thighs to stay close. Near the end of the blunt, you’re feeling a bit floaty and like the heat from the blunt transferred to your belly. Taehyung’s gaze feels tangible on you, like a firm-handed caress across all parts of you as he looks you over. Like smoke on your skin. You recognize the feeling as one you haven’t felt in a while and move to sit more properly in his lap.

“I want the last one,” you whisper while tugging on the collar of his jacket. The ends of his long hair tickle your fingers.

He nods and moves slowly to suck the roach dry. Once he’s close enough, you wait patiently. His nose grazes your cheek for a few long seconds before he finally turns to pass the smoke to you. You take it obediently and exhale but then grab him by the lapels to press your lips to his. His hands come up immediately to cup your face and pull you closer. You work your lips over his, drawing low groans from him as your tongue teases his.

“You smell good,” he says groggily between kisses.

“Thanks,” you roll your eyes.

His eyes flutter shut when you begin to press kisses to the column of his throat, your hands moving to unbutton the dress shirt he’s wearing underneath. He tries his best to keep up with you, but he gets slow when he’s high. So he settles for you being in charge, but does let his hands roam over your body.

A lot has changed since he last felt you like this. The strict gym regimen you employ to compliment choreography for songs has given you an amazing ass that he thought could only gaze at in pictures. And he had done quite a lot of that. Though he’s not sure how you would feel if he confessed to jerking off to some of your sexier music videos. He marvels at the feel of you and you’re pleasantly surprised when his hands come down heavy on your hips to grind you down onto his lap. A pleased hum leaves you and you reward him with kisses migrating lower, across the path of his now exposed torso. You leave the couch to sit between his spread knees on the floor. The button of his jeans is your last major obstacle and you still your hands over the waistband patiently.

“You get where I’m going with this, right?”

He nods his head, tongue coming out unconsciously to wet his lips at he takes in the sight of you on your knees in front of him.

“Do want you want me to...” you trail off, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed at asking your ex if you could blow him.

“Do you? Want to?” His hand reaches out to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over you cheekbone.

“Yeah?”

“Then, yeah.”

You move quickly to unbutton his pants and slide them down his thighs once he lifts his butt to assist you. He’s wearing boxers, which is a relief because you don’t want his bare ass on your very expensive couch, and the crotch opening provides easy access. With one hand, you smooth the wrinkles in his boxers over, noting the tent in the fabric and the dark stain where his head must be dribbling pre-cum. Your mouth is watering as you pull him out and test his girth and weight in your hand. Just the sight of his dick in your hand makes you want to swallow him down.

Before he can say anything else, you’re wetting his shaft with broad licks from root to tip. He grits his teeth and lets out a satisfied grunt at the way it feels when you tongue at his slit. You take him in until you just barely wrap your lips around the head, and he lets out a low moan at finally being enveloped in the wet, silken heat of your mouth.

“Can you do me a favor,” he manages to ask you despite the fact that stars are forming in the corner of his vision when you take him against the inside of your cheek.

“Hmm,” you hum around him, causing his hips to jolt up the tiniest amount.

“Can you spit on it?”

You smile in a way that can only be described as predatory and pull him out of your mouth. You spit like he asks, letting some drool pool on him as well, while he moans again and his hand comes out to smooth over your hairline. He’s more vocal than you remember and it gets you wet quickly. Before you stain anything, you kick off your stupid bedazzled leggings so you can return them to Bee in the morning.

“Shit,” he hisses when you start bobbing your head to a fast and unforgiving rhythm. You’re playing with him, you want to wring an orgasm out of him, and he can sense this. “Why don’t we take this s-slow?”

You pull off briefly. “Tae, I want you to fuck my face. That’s not well-suited to slow.”

“Isn’t that bad for your voice,” he mimics your tone from earlier.

You give him a pinch on his thigh before taking him into your mouth again and resuming your ministrations. Since you’re so focused on getting what you want, he decides to try and level the playing field and keeps his hip movements to a minimum and opts to talk through the head instead. He’s determined to get some clarity with you

“I’ve missed you,” he breathes deeply through the feeling of your saliva starting to trickle over him. The slide is getting slicker as you continue, making him lose his train of thought briefly. “So much.”

Instead of replying back with words, you just give a little acknowledging noise that’s too neutral to be a dissenting or affirming noise. He takes it in stride and continues.

“I still think about you all the time. And I—fuck—I’ve tried to date other people, but it’s just never felt quite the same way. You were the only one who understood me so well and who didn’t try to change me.”

His words wash over you and a wave of fondness hits you in a way that has you almost shy. You haven’t been shy in a long while because you couldn’t afford to be in your line of work. People were always trying to capture parts of you, and a great deal of them were trying to capture the uglier sides. There was no room to actually fear that for the last five years of your life because it was inevitable to a certain degree. But as you work over Taehyung, his words make you feel stripped down. You feel bare and small despite the fact that his words have nothing but good in them really.

“If I’m being honest,” he says and you slow your rhythm to stare at him, wondering what he could have to confess. “You might be even further out of my league than when we first met.” You sigh and pull off of him.

“Tae, come on. Give yourself some slack.”

“No, I mean it,” he sits up slowly, tongue heavy with earnestness as he tries to talk through the high. “It seems like you’ve only become more comfortable with yourself since you started singing and the way you move—it’s like you’re from another planet.”

“Oh my god,” your cheeks heat up when he looks at you like you have a halo and wings. “Stop, you’re being so unnecessary right now.”

“I still love you,” he says. The words fall from his mouth like he’s been dying to say them. “And I know you didn’t cheat on me when we were younger.”

Your mouth drops open in shock. To this day you still regretted lying to him like that. But deep down you knew that there was something off about his reaction. He didn’t seem shocked or nearly disappointed as you thought someone might be when they hear they’re being left for another person. Instead, he had just nodded and insisted on driving you home until Bee had to come out and promise him that she’d do it herself. The fact that he didn’t block you on social media or try to drag your name through the mud immediately after your debut made you wonder if he saw through your lie.

“How did you know?”

“I came early to pick you up that day. And I heard Bee tell you what to say to me. How to break up with me.”

“Tae, I’m so—”

He shushes you with a tender kiss to the cheek that’s so soft you’re rendered momentarily speechless.

“I know. It’s not your fault, they didn’t give you a choice.”

“I would have picked you if I could,” you mumble into the space between you. His hands feel like anchors on either side of your face and you cling to them in the hopes that you won’t cry. “I really would have. You don’t know how much I missed you.”

“I feel the same way. It killed me to see you with that Nick asshole.”

You smirk a little at the mention of Nick. “Aw. Were you jealous, Tae?”

He looks down at you for a second, reading your face carefully, before dropping one hand down from your cheeks to the nape of your neck. The weight of it reads as possessive on your skin and you lean forward unconsciously until you’re able to smell the faintly sweet smell of smoke on his clothes.

“You’d like it if I was, right?” His gaze hardens, setting your heartbeat into a rabbit-quick pace. “Hmm? You like me being jealous of him?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. Answer me.”

“Okay, fine. Maybe I do,” you nuzzle into his neck to hide the excited smile splitting your lips.

“I knew it. It’s pretty on-brand for you.”

He nudges your bare thigh to signal you need to get up and so you do. You’re about to ask him what the hell ‘on brand’ means for you when he bends down to throw you over his shoulder with a low grunt.

“Tae, what the hell!”

Your raised voice gets you a harsh tweak to the perky globe of your ass and immediately quiets you down. He walks with you to the bed before throwing you down. Not rough enough to hurt but just rough enough to surprise you and give a doe-eyed look to your face. When you look up at him, his charade has fallen a bit, eyes returning to their original sleepy softness.

“Is this how you want it,” he asks you.

His voice is deep and gentle, and it evokes a different but equally visceral reaction. You nod and then shuffle over to the edge of the bed and sit at the edge of the mattress, waiting to see where he’ll take the situation. He smiles darkly at you once more before placing a hand on the back of your head to lead to his crotch.

His erection stands taller than it did before on the couch and he digs his fingers into your hair when you plant sweet kisses on the juncture where his thigh meets groin. You look sweet like this—playful, even—as you mouth along his length with kitten licks interspersed. When you’re about to take him into your mouth once more, he fists your hair and pulls you off him. With your head angled up to look into his eyes, you see a new emotion in them.

“Look,” he sighs. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do the whole thing.”

“What, like sex?”

“No, I mean you and me. I want to be with you. I’ve made my peace with what happened between us, but I know I still love you. So, I’m asking you to decide if you’re willing to do that, to be with me. Because I can’t—”

“Yes.”

“What?” His eyes grow wider and take on an awestruck quality. Like he’s not sure he wants to believe what he heard from you. “Really?”

“I want to try again,” you curl your hands around his hips. Bringing him forward into a hug around his pelvis, you lean your chin on his lower abdomen and try to infuse as much reassurance as you can into your smile.

“You won’t get in trouble with your agency?”

You shake your head and curl your arms around his hips, bringing him into an awkward hug as you lean your chin on his lower abdomen and look up at him. “Nick was an exception because he and I were arranged by our respective agencies, but my dating clause expired last year. I can date who I want. Within reason.”

He throws his head back with the realization that he’ll get a second chance with you. The hand he has on the back of your head softly caresses the skin of your neck.

“God, I love you,” he breathes with eyes drifting closed in contentedness.

“Good. Now can we get back to this? You were being fun earlier.”

“Yeah?” His tone turns gravelly and coy as he coaxes you back towards his dick. “Are you ready to choke?”

You can only nod as you take him in gradually, only for him to wait until you get halfway and push your head further down. You gag around him at the sudden pressure at the back of your throat, but shift your breathing through your nose to get a better handle on it. He pulls you by the hair until you’re at the tip again before slamming you back down, your nose nearly brushing the skin of his abdomen. You gag and the sound causes him to thicken in your mouth and a rush of arousal to trickle down into your panties.

“You feel so good around my cock,” he moans as he begins thrusting shallowly into your mouth. You can tell he’s close from how irregular the rhythm is. “Can you try to deep throat me?”

After you give an affirmative hum and relax your throat as best you can, he takes your face in both hands and starts to pull you up and down his length, going further each time until he knows he’s in your throat from the sudden tightness of you swallowing and the increase in gagging. Saliva is now dripping from your mouth, coating him and your chin, but you don’t care. Your eyes tear up at the burning sensation, but you can also feel your arousal trickle down your leg as he fucks your mouth more intensely. Right as you press two fingers to your clothed center for some relief, he gives you a tapped warning on your neck and his orgasm spills into your mouth.

He quickly pulls off his jacket and shirt, handing the latter to you to wipe your eyes and mouth with. Once your face is dry, he tucks himself back in and climbs around you into the bed. You turn to watch him fold back your blankets and throw the pillows you have all to the foot of the bed, leaving the space by the headboard. Taehyung then lies down, head where your pillows once were.

“Going to sleep already?” Your voice comes out in a sultry croak that has him laughing a little.

“No, I’m getting ready for you to sit on my face,” he says simply.

When you don’t budge, he sits up and pulls you by the arms toward him. You try to escape him, but his grip just tightens the more you protest.

“Tae, wait, I’m not—”

“You’re not what?”

“I’m not...presentable. Down there.” You avert your eyes as you explain to him that it's been a since you were last at a spa to get waxed. You figured since you weren’t seeing Nick anymore and you were mandated by your PR crew to wait at least 4 months after a breakup, there was no need to keep up with such a strict...landscaping routine. He rolls his eyes and moves to pull on the waistband of your panties to peek in and see what you mean, but you shove him away.

“Do you think I actually care?”

“Do you really not?”

“No? Unless you have some disease or infection, what’s the issue?”

“I’m clean,” you pout.

“Good,” he says before placing a kiss on your lips.

While you’re distracted by the kissing, he maneuvers you into straddling his waist before pulling back. Reluctantly, you shuffle up to hover over his ribcage and shyly grab the headboard. He huffs.

“You know I can’t reach you from there. It’s called sitting on someone’s face for a reason.”

He nudges your butt until the seat of your panties lines up with his jaw. He sees a few errant curls peeking out from the leg holes of your panties, so he uses a finger to push your underwear to the side to get a better look. What’s unsurprising is that it still looks like a vagina, though it had been a while since his last non-bald encounter. He doesn’t care, though, and cups your butt in his hands to move you the rest of the way.

The broad strip he licks up from your entrance to your clit takes you by surprise and because you were wound up so tight from a combination of nerves and horniness from blowing him, you let out a high keening sound. Taehyung chuckles beneath you before using his full lips to kiss at the apex of your thighs, sucking your clit into his mouth. The tip of his tongue scrubs figure eights against the bundle of nerve endings and has you squirming over him. More arousal leaks from you and he shifts to drink from you, humming and slurping obscenely. He then starts to lick at you in earnest, tracing strategic shapes across your lips and sucking with varying pressures and paces until you start rocking over him on your own accord.

“That’s my girl,” he praises you from below. “Now, ride my face,” he says before flattening his tongue and pressing up to meet your tentative grinding thrusts.

The combination of saliva and your arousal makes the glide smoother than you expected and it feels so good that one of your hands leaves the headboard to fist in his thick hair. He moans a little at the faint sting and wraps his hands around the backs of your thighs to press you against him harder. His tongue dips into your entrance occasionally, chasing the flavor of your arousal, trying not to let any of your juices go to waste. You bite your lip to trap the wanton moans trying to escape you, but Taehyung realizes what you’re doing and gives you another sharp swat to the bottom to coax them out, mumbling against the inside of your thigh not to hide from him anymore.

As you start to move more desperately above him, he attempts to fuck you more purposefully with his tongue. It’s just enough that in a dozen more swivels of your hips, you’re cumming all over his face, soaking his cheeks with a glistening varnish. You try to move as quickly as possible, but he stops you with a tight hold on your hips and licks you clean. You squirm away, partly because you’re sensitive and partly because he’s so enthusiastic about it that you’re a little bashful.

Finally he lets you get off him, but he doesn’t let you get too far. He follows you and almost makes it into the en suite with you, but you close the door at the last moment. You pee and clean up and when you come out, you feel like a weight has been lifted. Taehyung looks infinitely more sober lying in the middle of your bed in just his boxers, eyes bright and hair messy as he tries to figure out which remote will turn on your speakers.

You stand by the bed and watch him for a while. He turns to you innocently and holds the remotes in his two hands with confusion.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you approach your closet and take off your borrowed sweatshirt before looking for your favorite well-worn sweatsuit. “You’re just so pretty.”

“You’re prettier,” he shouts over to you. He can’t see you inside your closet, but you’re smiling like an idiot.

When you’re fully changed, you go to the bed and lean over him to kiss him. He still smells like you and you tell him so, to which he responds with a grin and subtly licking his lips.

“So when do you want me to tell the public about you?”

“Whenever you want,” he shrugs.

“Really? Because there’s a good chance you won’t be able to live your life the same way you have been once I do that.”

“Then it’ll just change. I would expect it to if you’re coming back into my life again.”

“Oh my god, you’re so—”, you’re at a loss for words.

You decide to crawl into his space and pepper kisses into his skin. He smells like a strange blend of you and him, but the smell is reassuring in some way unknown to you. You sit there for the rest of the night, breathing him in like smoke

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goldenretriever-nicknelson · 5 years

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I need 11 and 25 of the dialogue with tommy (listen I need domestic!tom and you can’t deny me that)

I chose this one first because I got the idea but damn you weren’t kidding about sending 11 requests, haha. ILY! Did someone say domestic!tom? Here you go lovely, the first of many.

Wc: 1k (I’m not gonna even apologise for the wc because I love this!)

Warnings: Some implied smut but other than that nothing but flufffff

I don’t usually add gifs to blurbs but I had to

“Ugh I need a haircut.”

Tom held up his phone as he ran his hands through the overgrown curly locks. He’d just finished a livestream but his eyes had kept flitting to how messy his curls were. He looked to the right as he heard a giggle from his girlfriend who had her feet draped over his legs. “What?”

You said nothing, choosing instead to tangle one of your hands in his hair, running it through the long curls. You pursed your lips with half of a smirk as you hummed as if in concentration. Tom was growing more self-conscious by the second as you teased him but he had to admit the feeling of your fingers on his scalp felt nice.

“Honestly the worst thing you can do is stare.” Tom pouted a little and his puppy dog eyes found yours. You smiled and inched your lips closer to Tom’s cheek.

“Sorry, I just- I like it.” You whispered against his skin and he involuntarily blushed, even more so as your lips sweetly made contact with his cheek. You put your other hand on his neck, playing with the fine hairs at the back of it as you kissed him fully, straddling his legs.

The kiss was just getting passionate enough to develop into something more when Tom’s roommate and brother entered making matching sounds of disgust. You pulled back and gave them a glare whilst Tom showed the both of them his middle finger.

Tom asked Haz and Harry about his hair and as usual, they both joked. You made a point from there on out to try and convince Tom not to cut his hair which may or may not have developed into a habit.

You ran your hands through his hair at every opportunity even if he had just attempted to style it, he glared at you for that one. But you knew he enjoyed it especially when you pulled on it if things were getting passionate between the both of you.

You knew he would be cutting it soon for his movie so you got the most of it his unruly curls while you could.

You were just sitting on your couch watching a movie, Tom’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and your head on his chest as he absentmindedly played with the braids in your hair. That’s when the random thought occurred to you.

“I wonder what you’d look like with braided hair.”

Tom’s actions froze before he burst out with laughter. “Good one Y/n.” He continued laughing and you held all your amusement back, settling only for a serious yet devious smirk. Tom met your eyes and his own widened in return. “No.” He pointed a finger and scowled at you.

“Aw come on Tommy.” You went to reach for his hair but he backed away, shaking his head. You gave in and pouted. “You let me paint your nails that one time.” You reminded him and he laughed, nodding.

“I did like the colour.” Tom smirked as he let you inch closer to him and take his hair in your hands. You smiled coyly and bit down on your lip.

“I’ll give you something in return.” You whispered into his ear and kissed him before he rolled his eyes with a sigh and gave in.

“It’s not gonna hurt is it?”

“No. I promise.” You smiled at him excitedly before running to get a comb. When you got back you told him to sit between your legs and he did so, his hands resting on your thighs and drawling little circles.

You combed his hair gently and he groaned a bit when you hit a knot. After mumbling an apology and managing to get his hair to a manageable state, you began to attempt to braid the small strands of hair that although slightly overgrown were beautiful.

It was a lot harder than you initially thought. Tom kept moving constantly and the hair seemed to have a mind of its own. You both laughed as you finished and showed him the finished result with a hand held mirror.

“That’s actually pretty cool.” Tom admired the attempt you had made even as you dismissed it with a giggle. “Would you teach me?” He turned around and his warm brown eyes met yours, he could already predict the joke by the mischief in your eyes.

“Why are you going to braid Harrison’s hair?” You giggled before kissing his temple and looking at him with amusement and adoration. Tom shook his head, his cheeks heating with a small blush as she smiled.

“No, so I can braid our daughter’s hair one day.” He shrugged, eyes never leaving yours. You smiled widely and felt your breath hitch with emotion because Tom thought about having kids with you. It was a fact you already knew but when he brought it up, it reminded you of how real the possibility was.

You cupped his jaw with your hand and brought him closer so you could kiss his lips sweetly, showing him how you felt. The kiss was gentle and whilst it didn’t last long, it still lingered on your lips as you pulled away with a smile.

“You’re going to be an amazing Dad, you know?”

“Not more amazing than their Mum.”

Tom returned your smile and the happiness was radiating off of him as he pulled you back in. The kiss was fierier this time, tongues involved and teeth clashing. Tom pulled away only to mumble against your lips. “I think you owe me a favour?” He winked and you smirked, nodding quickly before faltering as his lips met your neck.

You were just about to burst into laughter upon seeing his hair when another pair of voices did it for you. Tom groaned against the skin of your neck but for a different reason then you both were hoping.

“Mate, when we said you should change your hair we meant cut it.” Harrison pulled out his phone to take a picture as he laughed alongside Harry.

Marvellous Blurb Week

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hemmoangel · 5 years

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“Twitch Thot Luke” pt 2.

Word Count: 2,086

Warnings: SMUT BABY

A/N: I REALLY want to make this a series so...enjoy

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Michael told Luke he was crazy for agreeing to meet with a patron, and so what if there was a high possibility of Ashton being a catfish? Luke wanted someone to say those wonderful things to him in person. In fact, the whole reason he had created his Twitch was because he felt lonely. Michael had a boyfriend, and he was always busy going on dates. But Luke had no one except the old guys who sent him money for showing his body.

He wore a soft, blue sweater and jeans that hugged his body nicely, and he waited at a back table with his flat white in hand. He hoped Ashton would recognize him. His hair wasn’t pulled up in the usual bun. It was down and cradled his soft face.

Luke had been in the coffee shop for thirty minutes; his palms were sweating with worry. Maybe Ashton ditched him? Maybe it was all in his head, and he was insane? He stayed at the table though, watching the door open and close with new customers.

Luke shifted uncomfortably and played with the strings on his sweater. He checked his phone to see if Ashton had sent him a Snapchat. He had no luck, only a thousand likes on his new post and a few texts from Michael.

From Mikey:

If you die, I’ll have to throw a funeral!

From Mikey:

Be safe! Plz!

Luke sighed and went to respond to Michael when he heard a sweet, melodic voice.

“A flat white for Ashton, please.”

It was soft and almost different to the one on the phone last night, but Ashton was just as ruggedly handsome. His black curls were softer, and his lips were pouty and kissable. Luke liked the way he dressed too. He looked like a musician: leather jacket, worn t-shirt, and black pants suited the image Luke had for him. Luke felt his knees quiver when he stood up, and he might have fallen in love when their eyes met.

“Ashton?” Luke asked with a small smile.

“Luke.” He answered, giving him a smile back.

“Come sit here,” He motioned to the lonely table in the back. Ashton got his drink and quickly walked over.

“Wow, Luke. You’re even more beautiful in person...” Ashton said immediately. He had no filter. Luke assumed that men who liked him didn’t need one.

“Thank you,” Luke blushed. “You like flat whites too?”

“I do,” Ashton made an awful lot of eye contact. It gave Luke heart palpitations.

“I...um...no one’s ever spoken to me the way you do. It’s as if you know me so well for a stranger,” Luke’s fingers twitched to touch the large hand across from his own.

“I’ve watched all of your videos, Luke. I have dreamed of meeting you since I saw you. You are the perfect boy. So sweet and gentle...pretty eyes and lips. And baby, that ass of yours...sorry to be crass, but—“ Ashton sighed, laughing a little at Luke’s little grin. “Yeah, you know you’re pretty. Don’t you?”

Luke gushed, “Not in the way you say it,” He giggled.

“Well, yeah. You’re also such a tease...” Ashton mumbled.

“I don’t mean to be. I have to make money somehow!” They spoke as if they had known each other forever.

“If you were mine, money wouldn’t be a problem, bunny.” Ashton reached out and caressed Luke’s cheek. Luke leaned into it.

“Bunny,” He giggled in an Ashton-trance. “I made my Twitch kind of in search of a boyfriend.”

“Nobody else could do what I plan to do to you,” Ashton assured. Luke bit his lip.

“Mmm what? You wouldn’t tell me last night...” Luke blushed across his nose.

“I’ll give you a hint: pillow prince.” Ashton smirked. Luke melted and leaned closer to Ashton subconsciously.

“Oh, please,” He whimpered.

“You’re too easily flustered. Wow.” Ashton smirked.

Luke nodded in response and looked at Ashton, biting his pretty lip. Ashton pulled it from his teeth instantly. “I’m gonna stop that little habit right now unless you want me to fuck you in a public restroom.”

“I’ll take what I can get,” Luke explained. “I need someone to take care of me. My friend Michael said I might get murdered, but I knew in my heart you were different. You were my Twitch miracle.”

“You’re cute and sweet. That’s like a trap,” Ashton laughed softly.

“Hopefully it works,” Luke winked.

They finished their drinks with continuous flirting, and Luke ended up caressing Ashton’s leg with his foot. Luke could tell that Ashton pretended not to notice it, but when they were outside he immediately held Luke’s waist.

“Is this alright with you?” He smirked.

Luke nodded rapidly.

Ashton held him to his side. “How’d you get here?”

“Taxi,” Luke said, in that dazed voice again.

“Let’s go to your place,” Ashton whispered.

“Yeah, my place,” Luke giggled.

So, Luke gave Ashton his address, and Ashton drove him there. He was pleased to find Luke’s room as twinky as he always imagined. The infamous pink PC and gaming area were set up to the far right by the window, and the kitten ear headphones were propped nicely on their stand. The whole room was illuminated by the rainbow lighting coming from the system; it gave a beautiful ambiance.

To the left was the bed Luke sometimes had chats in. It was littered with stuffed animals and pastel colored sheets. Luke’s clothes were everywhere too; it made the place looked lived in and realistic.

“Yep. This is a Twitch babe’s room.” Ashton took off his jacket. “I remember that from when you first started the Overwatch series!”

“I dressed up like DVA,” Luke winked. “The costume was so tight.”

“No need to remind me. I was watching the whole time,” Ashton sat on the bed slowly.

Luke sat beside him. “Thank you for all the money you gave me...” He hugged him. “I’m just a lonely broke boy.”

“Of course, baby. You captivated me. I only want to please you,” Ashton whispered to him. Luke could tell that Ashton was really shy; he wanted him to open up like he had online.

“Sorry for all the panties everywhere,” Luke blushed at his laundry-covered floor.

“I like them. Especially...” He reached to pick over a small red thong. “This one.”

“You like red a lot, hmm?” Luke moved closer to Ashton.

“On you,” Ashton responded by putting Luke in his lap. Luke gasped.

“Think of all the men you’d make jealous if they saw you while I was streaming,” Luke blushed.

“That’d turn me on. I’d want everyone to know I’m fucking the hottest little Twitch thot out there,” Ashton said in a growl.

Luke bit his lip and looked up at Ashton with doe eyes.

Ashton responded with a smack to his bum. “No biting that lip, Lu. Trying to keep my cool.”

Luke whined and let his eyes flutter shut in response.

“I want us to be real,” Luke whimpered. “I want to be your sugar baby like we promised last night. I know we’ve only just met, but I—like the way make me feel.”

“Okay then. Deal. And we can get to know each other, and you’re only allowed to show me everything. You can continue Twitch as you do, but no secret Patreons or I’ll leave you high and dry.”

“You’re the only one who gets my nudes,” Luke promised. Ashton hummed in satisfaction and gripped Luke’s bum through his jeans.

“Christ, baby. And you’ve never had sex before?” Ashton bit his lip.

“No, but I’m not completely closed off...” Luke blushed.

“Meaning?”

“I finger myself,” Luke whispered. Ashton pressed kisses to his neck and huffed.

“Where was that livestream?” Ashton unbuttoned Luke’s pants and pulled them down his milky thighs. He sighed at the expanse of fleshy skin and smacked Luke’s bum again.

“Daddy,” Luke answered and turned around for Ashton to see his bum. “Am I pretty?”

“God, you’re more than just pretty, angel.” Ashton kissed the flesh of his bum and played with the fabric of his soft, pink panties. “I want eat you out. Can I?”

“Please!” Luke let out a soft noise to follow and quickly lied on the bed.

“Yeah, you just be your little slutty self and take it all. Fuck,” Ashton pulled Luke’s underwear down.

Luke moaned and spread his legs. He was happy that Twitch kept him soft and shaved because he was usually shy, but he knew he looked good and apparently Ashton thought so too. He wouldn’t let his hands leave Luke’s bum.

He caressed the globes of skin before licking into Luke’s entrance. Luke clutched his stuffed animals and cried out.

“Oh daddy!” Luke was a sensitive boy of course.

Ashton responded by pulling Luke against his face. It was obvious that he had fantasized about this for awhile because he was taking amazing care of Luke. Luke had to wiggle his hips against the bed for some kind of friction because his whole body was full of electricity at every touch. It was the same feeling Ashton’s words gave him.

Luke all but rode Ashton’s tongue. He felt so pampered and pretty even. All the attention on his body made him overwhelmed.

“Are you going to have sex with me too?” Luke looked over his shoulder with red cheeks.

“Of course I am. I’m just making you wet for me,” Ashton growled. “This isn’t the kind of ass you just don’t fuck.”

Ashton turned Luke over. He carefully took off Luke’s sweater and caressed his body.

“You have cute nipples,” Ashton mumbled, leaning forward to bite and lick them. Luke gasped and gripped Ashton’s hair.

“I’ll let touching me slide this once, but only because your first time has to be special for you.” Ashton growled. “But I do not play. You don’t do things unless I tell you to.”

“I understand,” Luke moaned. His chest rose and fell rapidly.

“Good.” Ashton took his time then. He coated his fingers in lube and opened the princess-like boy up. Luke, of course, responded loudly and like a deprived whore. Ashton called him things like: “slut,” “cumslut,” cockslut,” “bunny,” “whore,” and “twitch thot.” That was all Luke ever wanted.

When he felt that two fingers had scissored him open enough, Luke opened his cerulean eyes full of tears and pouted. “I’m ready, Ashy.”

“Ashy,” He repeated. “I like it,” he mumbled as he lubed his dick up. Ashton teased himself against the tightness of Luke’s thighs and his entrance. It made him dip his head in Luke’s neck. He was growing weaker, so he pushed inside.

It was not disappointing for either of them. Luke squeezed his eyes shut because, at first it was the worst pain he ever felt. Ashton was huge inside of his barely-opened-by-a-dildo ass, but soon it was a dull ache. And Luke knew he was going to be addicted to the feeling.

The rainbow lights from the PC made Ashton look like a god, and Luke wasn’t expecting him to be as fit as the pictures had shown. He found himself caressing his back muscles and biceps too often. Ashton gave him a cocky smirk.

“I’m gonna make it feel so good that you’re going to feel me when you try to sleep. It’s going to keep you awake, bunny. How bad you need me,” Ashton growled into Luke’s ear. Luke moaned a little mantra of:

“Don’t stop. Ah! Ashy! Oh my gosh!”

Luke’s vision blurred when one particular thrust of Ashton’s hips made his whole body jolt. “Ashton! Do it again!” He screamed.

“There it is...” He smirked and kissed Luke softly before hitting his spot again. Luke was a goner. His eyes crossed, and he let Ashton use his body from that point on.

It was when he tightened around him that Ashton cautioned him of his release. Ashton made sure Luke came first, moaning and crying as he spilled onto his tummy. And Ashton finished after, pumping himself over Luke’s face.

“Can I cum on your face?” He groaned, speeding up.

“Of course!” Luke giggled and moved so Ashton could aim better. He stuck his tongue out and moaned when Ashton’s cum got all over his cheeks and tongue.

“Fuck...such a Twitch thot. You should sell pictures of yourself like this...” Ashton groaned.

“Take some of me!” Luke squeaked and clapped, so Ashton did. Luke posted them to his private Snapchat and captioned it:

“Twitch boys like attention too!”

#twitch thot luke #au #au lashton #lashton au #dont read this if you hate gay smut #luke hemmings #lashton #bottom luke #ashton irwin #twink luke #top ashton #5sos #gay5sos #lashton hemwin #gay

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ilovjeon · 7 years

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one love (two mouths) | taekook

pairing: taehyung & jeongguk | namjoon & jin | yoongi & hoseok

genre: smut, angst and fluff

word count: 12k

summary: he was a camboy. the other was an avid sponsor.

It was the green light that flickered, indicating that he was live - the lens of his webcam staring at him like an unblinking eye. Which, ironically, was exactly what it was as he watched the number in the right hand corner of his livestream tick over. 100, 150, 200. In just a few minutes it would reach 4,000.

Taehyung was already positioned comfortably, laid on his back, held up by hind elbows; staring at the lens of his worn laptop with a fierce gaze that he knew his clientele’s adored. A tousle of his hair would earn a token, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips would earn a new sponsor. Taehyung had decided early in his career that his client’s didn’t really need much inquest before sending hundreds of dollars into his bank account.

“I bought some new sunglasses,” He said, a playful smile and an arm reaching past his assortment of coloured and sizeable sex toys for the leopard patterned glasses he had bought the day before. “Do you like them?”

The chat varied answers such as ‘They suit your face shape’ to ‘They look good on you, but what would look better is my dick inside of you.’ Taehyung smiled sheepishly.

Playing with the hem of his pale shirt, Taehyung keened, “Just after my stream I read a manga from my favourite artist Junji Ito. Have you read Tomie?”

It was these small moments of quiet, beneath the safe confines of his clothes, having conversations with no one in particular, just before Taehyung dissolved into utter nakedness and desire, that he felt most at home.

Reality gnawed at his side, his skin being ignited raw under the bulbous heat lamps that had been an alternative to studio lights; his own reflection baring its teeth back at him. The green light was what reminded him that sex sells, and he was the product. He bartered nudity for money that he so desperately needed.

And with the thought of the bills that lay off-putting on a thin cement counter in his cinderblock apartment, Taehyung began to peel off his layers. Baring everything he had for men and women alike who knew him simply as ‘Spike’. As he got on all fours, grabbing for the dildo that seemed to be fan-favourite, he felt vulnerable.

He then poured his strawberry-scented lube over the expanse of rubber and turned, eyeing the lens with a smile, “I missed you.”

Taehyung’s studio and his apartment are separate, the room that he holds his camming sessions in the guest bedroom at the end of his hall. It felt like a dual life as he sat cross-legged, cheeto dust clinging at his fingers as he jammed at the controller in his grip. “Are you kidding me? That was a total headshot.”

“I’m afraid not, monsieur,” Seokjin laughed, throwing his arms behind his head in victory.

Taehyung threw the remote and stared at his character that remained lifeless across the screen. A hand diving for his soda, “The fact that I just lost to you of all people is a real blow to my honour.”

Jin with a quick intake of breath, “You wish it were a real blow.”

“I walked into that one didn’t I.”

“You did.”

Taehyung stood, shaking the remains of his dignity off of his sweatpants and reached for his laptop, opening Livegasms. 11 more sponsors since his last stream - just an hour before. He had racked up a total of 500,000 views and seeing the list of users who are most subscribed to on the site, he stood at number two.

He wouldn’t be able to surpass his ranking - never. Taehyung was not ashamed to admit that he kept up with the duo that hid under the alias “H.Y”. Every stream was utterly erotic, the man with raven hair bent over and gagged while his ashen-haired master used a paddle on him. They were breathtaking, their chemistry undeniable.

But Taehyung had something that they didn’t - a personality. Not only did Taehyung communicate with his viewers, but he included them in the process; adhering his stream to the requests in his chat. Taehyung understood that his viewers were sometimes lonely, so he spoke to them as if they were in the room. Honesty had gotten him to second place.

“Why do you check your profile so often?” Jin snorted, “I check mine once a week just to see if anyone still cares.”

Taehyung chewed at his lip, “Because this isn’t your only source of income, Jin.”

“I told you I could get you a job as a barista, you know, the coffee shop down the road.”

“I told you,” A beat, “I told you I don’t want to be a barista. You know what I want.”

Jin’s lips became a line, his brows furrowed. “You know if you ever need financial help, Tae, Namjoon and I would be happy to-”

“No.” Taehyung shook his head, eyes wide. “I never want to ask you of any more favours. You two have already done so much for me; I could never ask you for anything more.”

Seokjin hesitated before nodding, “Okay.”

A year before

The embarrassment that Taehyung had felt in that moment, the complete need to hide; to conceal the redness in his cheeks or to obscure the shake of his hand as they fell into his wallet.

“I’m sorry, you are a dollar short.”

He felt Seokjin and Namjoon’s pitiful eyes on him as Taehyung scoured his wallet - he knew it was empty. He heard the uttered sighs and moans of contempt as he stood in front of the cashier. Taehyung couldn’t afford a $3 coffee.

Before he muttered a faint, “Please cancel my order,” Namjoon had already slid a coin across the counter. Taehyung’s complexion took on the colour of rose as he stared at the tiles, counting the cracks. Namjoon wrapped his arm around Taehyung’s waist and guided him to a table, Jin waiting for their beverages.

How could Taehyung pay this month’s bills when he couldn’t even pay for an Americano?

“I’m moving back to Daegu.”

Namjoon grabbed for his hand, “Tae, please-”

“This can’t keep happening,” Taehyung laughed, bitterness biting at his tongue. “I got a notice of eviction a couple of days ago. I have no money for bills, groceries - the plumbing in the apartment has gone to shit and the landlord is threatening to take back his home. I’ll be homeless, Joon. I have to go back.”

Jin took a seat next to Namjoon, who spoke to Taehyung in a voice that resembled that of his father’s. Stable, constant. Taehyung would believe anything that tumbled through Namjoon’s lips. “If you get evicted, you stay at our house. We won’t let you go hungry. We won’t let you leave Seoul, we won’t let you leave your dreams behind, okay?”

Taehyung didn’t care that he could feel the eyes of onlookers staring at the warm tears that stained his cheeks, biting his finger to stop a sob wracking through his body. Jin rubbed at Taehyung’s hand that Namjoon held, “I,” Pause. “I think I have an idea that could help you.”

Jin tugged at his bottom lip, “When we met, I never really specified what my job was. Mostly because I was embarrassed, maybe because I was worried about scaring you away. I livestream through a website online, people donate to you, if they like you enough, even sponsor you with a premium subscription.”

Namjoon continued, “I help Seokjin with his streaming. I set up the lights in his studio and prepare; I do behind the scenes work.”

“Why would you be ashamed of that?” Taehyung couldn’t help the rapid beat of his heart - he could hear it in his throat. “How much do you get paid?”

“Even though I’m quite insignificant on the site, I make at least $7,000 a month,” Jin blushed. “I only have a few sponsors, but Joon and I don’t do it for the money; we don’t need to.”

Taehyung felt the excitement begin to bubble in his veins, eyebrow twitching. “I’ll start tonight.”

“Taehyung,” Namjoon started, hesitant. “I don’t think you understand what is streamed.”

A wall of cold filled his body. Realisation. “It’s sex, isn’t it?”

Jin chuckled, nervous. “Yeah. It might seem daunting, but I promise once you get past that vulnerability of being naked in front of people you can’t necessarily see, it’s exciting.”

Namjoon, “It’s fun, Taehyung.”

“And,” Jin stammered, raising an eyebrow at the man sitting next to him. “Is great for foreplay.”

“Oh, shut up,” Namjoon’s cheeks flushed pink.

“Taehyung, Namjoon watches every stream from the corner of my studio. When I first started, he put a pillow over his bulge.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, baby.”

Taehyung had begun to tune out as the couple began to bicker back and forth. Taehyung masturbating on camera, in front of thousand’s of people? Is that something anybody wanted to see? Would anybody watch him?

But, beggars can’t be choosers, can they?

“What’s the website.”

Namjoon smiled at him, as if he were a proud father. Seokjin said, “Livegasms. Be careful, Taehyung.”

He would only cam for a couple of months, until he racked up enough money to pay for his necessities. Just a couple of thousand dollars, $10,000 at most. Only a couple of months.

And then a couple of months turned into a year, livestreams becoming nearly daily. It was an obsession; zeros turning into ten’s and commas and slowly but surely going from 56th place to 42nd, now second. Taehyung now had the ability to buy supplementaries - not nearly the quality of other, richer, camboy’s, but he had them. He was now in a place of privilege; somewhere he hadn’t been since he could remember.

That is what kept Taehyung camming; the money.

But, that would be a lie. He couldn’t deny that the attention stroked his ego. The gifts that were sent to his P.O box, the ratings on his streams, the thought of men and women watching you.

That was why he was now sat in his studio, upon that same bed, naked. His skin looked akin to gilt as he stared at his monitor; hand moving up and down his length.

DoctorJames01: A little faster, Spike.

NM23: Your cock looks so good in your hands.

Sejin9203: I’m so hard.

It was more or less this same sentiment every stream. Something about his cock, something about the viewer’s cock, and then after they were finished, they would close Taehyung’s stream and continue with their lives.

Why did it make Taehyung feel so insignificant?

His head fell back against the softness of his pillow, face contorting as he began to pump faster. Taehyung felt that familiar tug in his core, reaching for it. He began to slow his pace, bringing his thumb to massage his weeping head with every drive of his hand.

He eyed the camera, his gaze fox-like. “You like it when I do it slow like this, don’t you?”

Adjunti39: yes.

2RedHot: you know daddy likes it slow.

BillDark: oh, fuck

Taehyung’s memory ignited in a scene he saw just last night on the channel ‘H.Y’. The raven haired boy with the pretty smile was tied to his bedroom post, “Please, Master, touch me.” The ashen-haired dominant’s veined hands were the only sentient component of his body in the shot, “Not yet, little.”

Taehyung felt his cock twitch in his hand.

He needed to come, and fast.

But, it had only been 30 minutes since the stream began. Surely he could hold off until the 40 minute mark; just a couple of thousand dollars more and he would finish.

“Yoo-Master, I need you,” He shook. Taehyung had watched the stream, focusing his attention on the submissive’s delicate fingers that twitched; his wrists blooming in purple and blue’s. “Hold on a little longer, darling. 10 more minutes.” The dominant swiped a finger over his head, which leaked and ballooned around the cock ring, the deep blush of his penis from the pressure.

In the wise words of ‘BillDark’: Oh, fuck. Suddenly, holding on might be harder than he thought.

Jeon Jeongguk had found himself once again positioned on his bed, navy blue sheets draped across bare skin that ignited as he teetered nimble fingers down the expanse of his stomach. Fleeting touch, nails rasping with delicacy. Teasing.

His MacBook was set to his right, Jeongguk’s eyes cursory on the screen. He was fixated on the feeling of his fingers on his pubic bone and a man’s voice. It was low, a rasp. “Fuck, oh.” Jeongguk’s cock twitched.

He was hard; the head was blushing. Dancing fingertips began to dawdle over his shaft, running lines across veins and running over his slit. He had to control himself from grabbing at himself and pumping, but he couldn’t do that until Spike did. He was edging and it was hot.

“What next?” Spike’s voice was breathy, Jeongguk knew his tact was running low.

He reached over and let his saliva-soaked fingers cavort against the keyboard.

Jjk97: put your fingers in your mouth for me.

He smiled, “My fingers, huh?”

Jeongguk simpered. His premium sponsorship wasn’t of waste.

Jjk97: is that a problem?

A smirk, “Not at all, baby.” And Jeongguk watched as Spike spread his legs, one foot on either side of the screen, and brought those fingers to his lips. He sucked. Jeongguk twitched.

With a fistful of his own cock in his hand, Jeongguk tapped at a button on the screen. An animation of a man with an obnoxious moustache holding a bag of money flicked across the screen and $100 was being transferred out of his account.

Jeongguk’s thumb swiped the precum off of the head of his cock and began flexing the concept of temptation, it wasn’t as if he was succumbing to the itch in his core, Jeongguk preferred to call it yielding. “Honey, can you come downstairs? Didn’t you say you start work at 9:30 today?” Jeongguk’s hands pumped faster.

It only took 1 minute and 39 seconds for cum to be dripping like royal icing off his hand. With sticky hands, Jeongguk pressed the familiar icon. This time, $1,000. “You have 5 minutes to get ready, Guk! Do you want me to come up there and get you myself?”

A message emerged in a bold font, red colouring. ‘Congratulations, @jjk97! You have become @SpikeSpiegel’s number one sponsor. We appreciate your care for Livegasms, cum again soon!’

Well, SpikeSpigel, Jeongguk thought. When will I become your Faye Valentine?

“You don’t understand,” Taehyung murmured. “I’m 2,304 subscribers from becoming first ranked.”

Namjoon scanned his cards, groaned, and drew 4 cards from the pile on the table. “Fuck you, Jin.”

A laugh from Seokjin. “It’s survival of the fittest and, baby, you know I’m fit.”

“Do you guys want to take this to another room or actually listen to me?” Taehyung shoved Jin and stole a sip of his beer; earning a ‘Gross, Taehyung. I don’t know what diseases your carrying.’

“So, yes, 2,304 subscribers away,” Namjoon prompted Taehyung for a follow-up.

“I don’t know,” Taehyung shrugged. “I never thought I could beat those two sex-fiends but I’m so close. Maybe I’m being too greedy, but I want to be number one.”

Jin flung a yellow 7 onto the archaic pile, “It’s fine to have a goal, Tae. But remember to be careful; don’t let your mindset be clouded.”

“I wouldn’t.”

Namjoon shared a glance with his boyfriend. “Tae, I have watched Jin cam for 5 years now. We know that the attention is nice and you are doing this with good intentions, to pay your bills. We don’t want you to feel as if this is a competition.”

Taehyung bared a grin at his best friends, collapsing onto the floor and enveloping each of their shoulders with his arm. “I appreciate that you care, I do. But maybe you two should focus on getting out of that 49th rank, huh?”

Jin slapped at Taehyung’s chest and Namjoon chuckled, “Asshole.”

Ding. “I’ll get it.”

Namjoon limped to the door, careful on his metal, make-shift leg. “Thank you,” He smiled as he took the package from the man on the other side. “Mr. Spiegel, you have a package, you heartthrob.”

“Please, don’t call me that outside of camming,” Taehyung groaned. “I was in my anime phase when I came up with that username.”

Condescending, “Sorry, didn’t I walk in on you watching hentai just last night?”

Taehyung grabbing the package from Namjoon, “Go to hell, Seokjin.” And then, “Tentacle porn is the shit.”

Namjoon sorted through Taehyung’s disorderly drawers and picked up a box-cutter, handing it to Taehyung who began to flay the cardboard. “It’s not going to be anything exciting, don’t get your lace panties in a twist. Last week I was sent a taxidermy mouse.”

But, inside of the macerated cardboard, was a sleek leather box. A gilded emblem was engraved on the center. J. Jin begun to shake at Taehyung’s shoulders, “I’m sorry, are you waiting for something in particular? Is this leisure time?”

Taehyung didn’t even retort as he flipped a gold latch, Namjoon’s breathy gasp in his ear. The interior was made of a red velvet that complemented the onyx leather of the packaging; but, sat restfully in the centre, the colour of a cherry, was an 8-inch dildo.

It was 20 minutes after the package arrived at Taehyung’s door that he scooted Seokjin and Namjoon out his door, placing the box made of slick hide on the end table next to his ‘bed’, next to his fleshlight collection. Taehyung wasn’t sure on whether to call it his bed; it was a prop - his studio was his set.

Camming was acting. Taehyung was the director, producer and actor. Where is his award-winning television show? He thought he would act best in a telenovela. He found himself watching those often as he flicked through his channels mid-morning, milk staining his chin and a lone coco-puff nestled into the crevice of his bulge.

FADE IN:

EXT. Taehyung’s weathered studio - NIGHT.

The apartment drywall has begun to crack and the red has nullified. A neon sign is alight behind him, it reads ‘What’s your poison?’

TAEHYUNG sits cross-legged, his own laptop sat between his legs. The frame is focused on his bulge and the curve of his lips. The man on the other side of the screen has a similar set-up - a sweating cupid’s bow and his boxy hand wrapped tight around a small penis. @JERRYM98’s tongue darts out to collect the perspiration.

JERRYM98 (hesitant)

Can you please take off your boxers.

TAEHYUNG

Anything. I am at your service.

Taehyung smiles. He feels the cut he had made last night in his lip tear - he tastes blood in his mouth as he begins to tug at his plaid boxers.

JERRYM98

A sharp intake of breath.

You’re beautiful.

TAEHYUNG

A modest blush.

Thank you, Jerry.

JERRYM98 (moaning)

I like it when you say my name.

Jerry began to tug at the aching fistful of muscle he had. Taehyung noticed that he could barely see the tip when his hand was wrapped around his dick - he wasn’t size shaming, but, under his observation, it was small.

TAEHYUNG

Taehyung spat into his hand and begun to pump his cock, a whimper forcing itself through his throat that was raw from the hot pho he had eaten with his friends 20 minutes before.

I’m so hard, Jerry. I want this to be your hand.

JERRYM98 (flustered)

Jerry’s face was flushed, a warm rose colouring his pasty cheeks. Taehyung noticed the skin had begun to droop on his neck. He had also noticed the sound of bacon sizzling and spitting on a pan. Jerry had a wife, probably children, too. But Jerry couldn’t tell his wife that he liked anal penetration like he could tell Taehyung. Taehyung remembered the first time Jerry had cammed him - “Don’t think I’m weird.” To which Taehyung replied, “Don’t worry, Jerry. I do, too.” Jerry had been a regular client since January.

Will you allow me to come now, sir?”

TAEHYUNG (with a smile)

Come for me, Jerry.

JERRYM98

And he did.

Taehyung looked to the monitor - it had only been 10 minutes. $6.79 each minute. That was not nearly enough money. God damn Jerry and his premature ejaculation issues - “I’m sorry, I came and it’s only been 2 minutes.” To which Taehyung replied with a forced grin, “Don’t worry, Jerry. I’m glad you enjoyed.”

This is what Taehyung’s life had become revolved around, what it had become centred around. Camming. This is what he had become dependent on. If he didn’t have his subscribers and his sponsors, who would be paying his bills? Who would be paying for the leak that had sprung from one of the pipes in his laundry? Jerry was paying his bills. God damnit, Jerry.

Mino was Monday. Jerry was Tuesday. And Sooyoung was Wednesday. And Bill was Thursday. Lochi, Mateo, Kjell. Each day was dedicated to a client. Each day ran the same script with the same actors with the same equipment that never seemed to work.

He was the star of his own show.

Maybe he had watched too many telenovela’s.

Every night, each day, he read the script he had created with passion. With lust. With eagerness. Whatever his client had requested of him. It was always the same. As Taehyung heard the faint click of his webcam being turned off, he began to cry.

yeolgu: instead of masturbating, leak your skincare routine.

BlueLightFairy: Put a few fingers in.

jason672: i just came all over my screen.

A scroll, more messages that are more or less akin to that above. What had Taehyung been expecting? A comment with depth? Maybe he should have stuck to Goodreads back in 2014; where people reviewed books as if they had any experience with literature other than YA novels where the protagonist saved the world - at a cost!

But reviewing books doesn’t give you as much bank as this does.

So, Taehyung continued scrolling.

His recent livestream had $8,000 being directed into his account. That should be enough to pay this months rent and the pipe that had sprung a leak in his laundry. The pipe reminded him of himself. A little broken, a little cheap, and filled with water that had been poisoned by the government. Okay, you’re right. Taehyung wasn’t cheap! He charged subscribers $19.99 a month!

Taehyung jabbed at the keys of his laptop that began to burn at the base of his stomach. When his emails began loading, the screen went black and he could see his double chin in the reflection. He sat up a little higher on his bed.

29 unread emails.

He estimated that 24 of those emails were directed from Livegasms. Something automated, something about his monthly statistics. The other 5 were probably from the online shops that he was inclined to sponsor, but never quite did.

And, he would have been right. Except 1 of those in-stores had given up on him and had replaced itself with an email that read [email protected].

With eager eyes, Taehyung’s cursor tapped at the file. It was short, the font seemed small and the words were written in Times New Roman. A good choice, classic.

Spike,

Did you enjoy my gift?

The dildo he had recieved in an oak box, engraved in goldstone. J. This was its donor. What an ominous email; who did this guy think he was? Does he think that he plays the dark, brooding character in a work of fiction? Maybe J should head to Goodreads instead.

Taehyung began to type back:

i did enjoy my gift, thank you. i assume you are a sponsor and i’d like to thank you for being so supportive of my streams! i’d love to private cam with you one day, if you’d like?

spike x

Taehyung waited, 5 minutes passing. He decided to play Fleetwood Mac as he scrolled through twitter - a chuckle as he searches his own name, finding only porn profiles posting gifs of him in every angle. No one would tweet publically about someone like him, he was a guilty pleasure. Something that they kept hidden, something that they opened in a private browser and deleting the history. Taehyung liked that.

It was 45 minutes later that ‘J’ emailed him back.

Spike,

I don’t do private sessions, I would rather do it auditory.

That wasn’t uncommon, people being too timid to show their face. People would rather wear a mask when doing something risky, just in case. Some people are embarrassed. It’s just how it works. So Taehyung replies:

of course, whatever makes you feel most comfortable! would you like me to schedule an appointment?

An appointment, like he was sitting front desk at an orthodontist. So would you like me to book an appointment for braces, surgery or hearing me masturbate? The latter? Sure! Come back at 10:15.

Business is business.

Sunday. 5:30pm.

Short, sweet and to the point. Taehyung didn’t know whether he was offended or glad.

So Taehyung set a reminder in his phone that he was expecting a customer at that time. Sunday in the afternoon, he will be hearing the man who sent him a blood red cherry dildo. Taehyung would thank him, then tap at his phone and begin to play a recording he had filmed a year ago, the man will come in his pants and Taehyung will be $3,000 richer.

Acting is pretending. It was all apart of the script.

Sunday, 5:28.

Taehyung was dressed immaculately: striped pyjama bottoms with his loose, bleach-stained shirt that has been through the works. He brought himself a snack for the ride, a bowl of chopped apples sat in a bowl next to his butt plugs; the apples were in quarters.

Taehyung turned on his laptop, and pressed Livegasms. J’s icon was in green, he was online. So, Taehyung moved his cursor to the call button and he was now live.

“J?”

“Spike.”

His voice was smooth, it had a slight lilt to it. He was Korean, he wasn’t expecting that. Why had he been expecting someone from the Nordic, somewhere in Europe.

Taehyung coughed, “Thank you for your gift, I’ve used it well.”

A laugh, “I’m glad.”

His voice was nice, Taehyung had concluded. “Do you have any requests for today?”

A beat. “Didn’t you get my gift?”

“Gift?”

Taehyung could sense he was smiling, “Yeah. I sent it a few days ago. I thought you would have it by now.”

“Where are you from?”

Another pause. It sounded as though he was picking his words with the utmost care, “I moved to Seoul a few years ago, three if you’re counting. I’m a Busan guy.”

Taehyung could hear the quiet distinction in his tone, his satoori blending with his new Seoul dialect. It was cute. “I’m a Daegu guy.” Why was Taehyung telling him this? “I moved to Seoul 4 years ago.”

“Oh,” His tone is light. “Looks like we’re both new to the scene.”

“Looks like it.” Taehyung enjoyed this. It wasn’t like how he private cammed with Jerry, this guy didn’t talk about his kids and how they were doing well in school. “What’s your name?”

A halt on his tongue. He breathes, “What’s your name, Spike Spiegel?”

Why did Taehyung feel the need to answer him, to give in to that honeyed tone? Why did he find himself saying, “Taehyung. Kim Taehyung.”

And why did he feel so giddy when he heard the man on the other line laugh, “I’m Jeon Jeongguk of Busan, at your most kindred service.”

Taehyung wanted to say that he was wrong, that it was actually himself who was at Jeongguk’s service. But he didn’t. All he said was, “Nice to meet you.”

Taehyung had devoted a half of an hour to Jeon Jeongguk, each day he brought his hunk of a laptop into his kitchen and sat on a stool. Listening to his solid voice talk about the engineering course that he was taking. Taehyung had begun to tell Jeongguk that he loved acting. Jeongguk asked him why he hadn’t been cast in a kdrama, he had said his visuals were like no other. Taehyung blushed.

“I’ve auditioned for every show on the market, every movie - I’ve tried it. They don’t seem to like my tone, I don’t know,” Taehyung sighed.

Jeongguk’s voice soothed that knot in Taehyung’s stomach, “Well, I think you’re pretty great.”

A flutter, a laugh. “I guess you’re alright, too.”

“Decent.”

“Tolerable.”

Jeongguk, “A little below average.”

And this is how those 30 minutes went by, banter, learning new information about one another. Jeongguk didn’t want to hear Taehyung masturbate, he just wanted to know who he was.

That could have been a red flag, he could be talking to a 49 year old man that’s just so overwhelmingly lonely that he had took on a persona of a college student. But Jeongguk was kind, he was telling. Taehyung trusted him. It had been 3 weeks since they had first ‘met’.

A smile was caught in his tone, “Did you get my gift today?”

Taehyung couldn’t help but grin back, “Yes. I can’t believe you sometimes. I told you not to waste your money on me.”

“You needed it,” Jeongguk laughed. “I’m not one to judge, but the lighting you had was orange. You looked like you belong in a pornographic spoof of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.”

“Now that’s something I would watch.”

Taehyung could heard Jeongguk beat at his controller, his gaming console beeping and blubbering at his every move. “Have you set them up? I want to see them on tonight’s stream.”

Jeongguk still watches every one of Taehyung’s streams and still pays for these private sessions despite Taehyung’s protests. Jeongguk had said, “Consider this payment for the amount of times you’ve made me come.”

Which, when you think about it, isn’t very romantic. But Jeongguk has a romantic tongue and can weave his words in a way that made Taehyung’s fingers begin to shake. Taehyung decided that the two fell into two categories: the heartbreaker, and the heartbroken. And Taehyung thought that he wouldn’t mind if his heart was broken by Jeon Jeongguk.

He wouldn’t mind at all.

It had now been a month and a half, and Taehyung felt himself getting nervous all over again. This man had only shown him his voice, yet Taehyung had shown him everything. He had opened himself to him. He had allowed him inside of his bed, mind and heart. What if he was 49 years old and living in his mother’s basement? What if he was actually a girl?

Would he politely decline and say that he indeed discovered he didn’t like the concept of a vagina when he saw Yoonji’s that one time in eighth grade? Would female Jeon Jeongguk even want to hear the story of how he got flaccid when the school’s most popular student undressed for him? Taehyung didn’t think female Jeongguk would.

So Taehyung spent his days imagining Choi Min-ho of Shinee. He hoped it was an accurate depiction.

“Meet me.”

Taehyung balked, “Excuse me?”

“I want to meet you. Do you want to meet me?”

“Yes, of course I do.”

Jeongguk attempted to laugh. He was nervous, Taehyung could hear it. “Then let’s do it. Today. Are you free?”

He was rambling, talking too fast, but Taehyung understood him. Why did he begin to fidget with the loose thread from his sweater? “I’m always free. I’m always free for you.”

Taehyung was being corny, but he wasn’t lying. He felt Jeongguk ease. “Would you like to meet for coffee at 12? At Coffee Libre, it’s in Yeonnam-Dong.”

“Okay,” A pause. “Dress up for me.”

Jeongguk chuckled, “Beg for it.”

Taehyung got off of the 637 with the sun caressing his golden skin, as if he had bathed in it. It was a nice day, sunny. Not too humid; just enough to keep the palm of his hands sweaty for a reason other than nerves.

Because, if Taehyung were to admit it, he was a little bit nervous.

Was this a date? Will Choi Min-ho of Shinee be sat window seat of a coffee shop, awaiting him? Will it actually be a woman that thought he may be bisexual - hint: he most definitely favoured a penis. Will it be a jaded middle-aged finance executive with a fetish for roleplay?

What had Taehyung gotten himself into?

So, Taehyung pulled at his worn sweater - he hadn’t thought this choice through: what would he do if he was hot later in the day? Would he roll up his sleeves? What if he was too cold? He didn’t bring an extra coat - and walked 28 steps to the entrance of the coffee shop, hearing a bell chime above his head.

He felt the nervousness tug at his skin and his mouth felt akin to cotton.

But, he heard a honeyed voice call, “Taehyung?”

And Taehyung turned and saw the body that the voice had emitted from. It was not Choi Min-ho, and it was not a young female and it was not a bitter sales executive. It was a young boy with a large build, mousy hair flat against his forehead. His eyes were hued chocolate brown.

“Jeon Jeongguk.”

He smiled.

Taehyung felt his heart skip a beat.

Jeongguk had ordered Taehyung and himself an Americano. Again, Taehyung tried to object, but Jeongguk had already swiped his card and answered him with a grin.

They sipped their coffees in silence, yet, it wasn’t palpable. It didn’t have the awkward nerve of a first date. It was comfortable, and Taehyung felt his breath begin to fall in line with Jeongguk’s. They were in sync - and he truly wished that they had met before the 90’s, because they were the pair that deserved the title the most.

“Was I what you were expecting?” Jeongguk asked, tentative.

Taehyung grinned as he thought of the Shinee poster that clung to the drywall of his bedroom, “You’re better.” Jeongguk flushed. So did Taehyung. A beat, “So, how did you find me?”

Jeongguk hid his face behind his straw, and Taehyung couldn’t decide if Jeongguk was incredibly cute or unbearably sexy. “I don’t know, I was horny. Pornhub is boring and I don’t like things that are staged. It feels wrong to watch.” He smiled, “But then I found Livegasms and it just- I don’t know. It turned me on to see someone live, without a script telling them when to moan.”

Taehyung felt himself curl in on himself. He wanted to tell Jeongguk that everyone has a script, that everyone was acting - no matter what their industry happened to be. Everything wasn’t as authentic as it seemed. But all he said was, “I agree.”

Jeongguk continued, “Then I was looking at the different profiles that were ranked top 50 and ‘H.Y’ were too much for me; I felt awkward watching them, maybe because their chemistry was too intense for me. And then I found you and I - I apologise for being crude - had never come that hard in my life.”

Taehyung simpered.

“You were just so organic and you talked as if I was there with you, and you were just so pretty. I sometimes just watched you to watch you, without touching myself. You were a nice presence.” Jeongguk hid his face, “This probably sounds creepy.”

A grab of his hands from across the table, Jeongguk’s hand felt warm in his. They were a little damp and Taehyung felt giddy at the thought that he was nervous as well. “Thank you, really. It means a lot to me.”

Jeongguk looked down at their intertwined hands, and smiled. A smile that was painted across his entire face. His eyes began to crinkle on the ends and his teeth were big and bright and he was lovely.

Taehyung felt his stomach turn.

That night he moved to his studio with ease, it’s cheesy but he did have a skip in his step. A bounce. Jeongguk had kissed his cheek goodbye and Taehyung loved the velvet feel of his lips on his skin. He thought of those lips elsewhere.

Which helped him later on in the evening as he sat ass up, knees digging at the mattress. He was using some of the toys that Jeongguk had sent while they were still doing sessions - a new dildo except this one was 8 inches with a pink accent, a buttplug that sparkled red, and a cock ring that he hadn’t really liked the thought of.

He was now rocking back and forth against his dildo and, for once, it didn’t feel forced. It was a needed release. Taehyung thought of Jeongguk and his dick.

LOO_mi: take it all

TraTroy: I wish that was me inside of you…

“It could be, Troy,” Taehyung smirked. “If you beg for it.”

A money bag flew across his screen, just one of many. They loved it tonight. They were eating him up.

So, Taehyung went deeper and felt his stomach tie itself into knots that were unraveling as he bounced. “Oh, fuck, yeah.”

Mrsyager11: this is fucking hot and i dont even watch gay porn

YAOI69666: i want you to moan my name, daddy xD

Taehyung’s phone buzzed, and as he looked over, he saw Jeongguk’s name alight on his screen.

Jeongguk: you’re doing good baby x

And Taehyung came.

Then he talked to the camera, thinking about what Jeongguk would do to him if he were here. How he would pound into him. How Taehyung wanted his lips around Jeongguk’s dick nearly as much as he wanted to breath.

And Taehyung was hard again.

And then Taehyung came, again.

An hour passes and Taehyung is $30,000 richer and is so close to first ranking that he can almost taste it - which brings him back to thinking about Jeongguk and how much he wanted to taste him.

Damn you, Jeongguk. Damn you, Jerry. He has no reason to damn Jerry, but he will anyway - just because he can.

Taehyung had exchanged numbers with Jeongguk that day at the coffee shop, which was both a gift and a curse because he got crude messages such as:

Jeongguk: do you like touching yourself to the thought of me?

Jeongguk: ahhh~ you look so pretty with your legs spread for me..

And last, but certainly not least - still making his toes curl,

Jeongguk: i always wanted to see how you looked with my cum dripping off of you x

Taehyung had discovered that Jeongguk had a thing for teasing, he always used his words. Today was no different, because at 4:48 when the sun was just beginning to bid its feeble goodbyes, Taehyung’s phone called to him.

Jeongguk: why don’t you put that mouth to use, huh?

And that was when Taehyung finally said:

Taehyung: then come over to my apartment and maybe i will.. you know where i am

And that was when Jeongguk finally said:

Jeongguk: i’m on my way

And that was when the reality finally kicked in and Taehyung felt fierce nerves ignite in his core; it had been a while since he had someone over at his house other than Namjoon and Jin. He became a human vacuum as he began to run across the distance of his shoe-box apartment and pick up lone Cheeto’s and old Elvis and New Kid’s on the Block cd’s. His box set of La Reina del Sur stayed hidden beneath his coffee table.

Wait a second, Taehyung thought. I’ve been looking for these headphones everywhere!

The cleaning montage ensued for a total of 7 minutes after that, and he got changed out of his sweatshirt that hasn’t made its way to the laundromat in 2 weeks and into a loose white shirt. Enough to look put together, but careless - as if he didn’t try to dress up for Jeongguk.

Taehyung set up two glasses with various different types of alcohols of choice - Taehyung wasn’t sure whether Jeongguk was a scotch man or a cocktail. He assumed cocktail, just because he giggled when he thought of it. He thought Jeongguk would laugh, too.

When Jeongguk arrived, it was 5:23. He was late but who was counting? When Taehyung opened the door, the whiskey he had drank prior calmed the shake of his fingers. “Hey!” Was a lost word, completely forgotten when Taehyung eyed the man in front of him. A black shirt that hung loose on his built form, black jeans that cascaded down thick legs. Jeon Jeongguk of Busan was dangerous.

“Hey, Spike,” Jeongguk smiled.

Taehyung shoved him with a chuckle, “Come inside or I’ll leave you out there to wither.”

Jeongguk shook his head and walked through the doorway, his hand brushing Taehyung’s. “Your apartment is cute.”

Taehyung shut the door behind him and followed suit, allowing Jeongguk to sit at the counter as Taehyung motions to the bottles in front of him, “So, señor, what’s your poison?”

Jeongguk flushed, “I, uh, actually bought my own.” He dug into his bag, “I only like a few different types of alcohol, I’m a sucker for something sweet.” He pulled out a cherry flavoured Schnapps.

“You got a thing for fruity drinks, huh?” Taehyung questioned, opening his own bottle of Soju. “And cherries?”

Jeongguk smirked, “Maybe. You might get to answer that question tonight.”

Taehyung smiled in return, raising his glass to Jeongguk with a raised brow. Tonight might just be the night of nights.

Cue the High School Music track.

Jeon Jeongguk had a penchant for trouble, and that is why he found himself in stranger’s beds and at the back of club’s with his daddy’s card in hand. But today he found himself in a haze, his vision clearly deceiving him as he fell back against the bed, hitting his head on the headboard and hearing a giggle, “Sorry.”

Jeongguk, instead of replying, grabbed Taehyung by his shirt collar and pulled him down on top of him. Their lips meeting in a flurry of open-mouthed kisses and tongue. Taehyung was hot, his skin ablaze on his own. He smelt of white chocolate and sweat; a combination he wasn’t aware that he liked until now.

Taehyung’s hands wandered aimlessly down Jeongguk’s body, his mouth finding every square inch of bare skin his kisses could brand. “I can’t believe you’re submissive.” A breath and a suck on his jaw, “I was so sure you were going to spank me tonight.”

Jeongguk chuckled, the drunken chuckle that gurgled and was too loud. “I’m sorry, were you disappointed?”

Taehyung gasped up at him, his eyes wide and mouth slick with saliva, “Are you kidding?” A lilt of his lips, “Now I get to see you beg for me.”

Jeongguk groaned.

Taehyung began to make his way down his body, pulling Jeongguk’s shirt over his head and bleating at the sight. “So fucking hot.” He began to bite at his tender skin, sucking bruises into patches as if Jeongguk’s body was made for him. Taehyung pinched at his nipples and when a moan emitted from Jeongguk, he smiled. “Sensitive?”

“God, you talk a lot,” Jeongguk sighed, pushing Taehyung’s head back onto his chest.

As he swirled a tongue around the bud of Jeongguk’s nipple, Taehyung’s brows knitted together, “And you’re quite assertive for a bottom.”

Jeongguk got up on hind elbows and looked down at Taehyung as he palmed his bulge through his pants, “What are you going to do about it, daddy? Aren’t you going to punish me?”

It was when Taehyung’s eyes became half-lidded, teeth tugging at his blushing lips, that Jeongguk might have regretted his decision. “You want to play that game, do you?”

Keyword: might.

Taehyung awoke to being wrapped up in arms that were slightly larger than his own - maybe the gym was an option that he should take up, pizza wasn’t a viable option when Jeon Jeongguk was next to you, putting you to utter shame. Taehyung was naked beneath the thin quilt and so was his partner. He looked down at his body and traced the bruises and marks of his own making.

They bloomed blue and purple and Taehyung wondered how they could look so beautiful as the petals of capillaries branched at on his tan skin. Jeongguk was beautiful, lovely. Taehyung had the urge to trace his lips with his tongue, bite at his plush bottom lip.

Where did this libido come from and why was it close to non-existent when he actually needed it in front of the camera?

As if he was summoned, Jeongguk’s eyes began to flutter open and he groaned as the sunlight that filtered through the window’s hit them. He was quite lovely bathed in sunlight. It made his iris’ look like gilt. “Good morning, baby.”

“Good morning, sunshine. How are you feeling?” Taehyung laughed, digging his face further into his neck.

Jeongguk, once again, as if this was the only response he emitted, groaned. “Like I just got my brains fucked out?”

Taehyung let a finger run against Jeongguk’s lips, they felt chapped and then he darted a perilous tongue out, wetting them. “Good.”

A warm smile, one that made Taehyung feel like his body had just melted beneath the warmth of the sun. Jeongguk’s hands reach for his and they are intertwined, as if that was how it was meant to be. As if this was the piece of the puzzle that he believed was lost under his grandfather’s couch; he found it. He found someone that he fit with. Taehyung finally found somebody that he believed would stay.

“Do you know how beautiful you look right now?” Jeongguk says, using the hand that was wrapped around his shoulder to thread through Taehyung’s hair.

Taehyung wanted to say, no. You are beautiful. I was just thinking of how entirely lovely, beautiful, your presence was. You can’t say that I’m beautiful, you are. But all he said was, “I can only imagine.”

They had made themselves ‘Facebook official’ just a month ago. 78 likes and 33 comments. Most were from extra’s that he had worked on commercials with, Namjoon and Jin commented twice each. Taehyung’s family didn’t.

It wasn’t as though he was expecting it, he hadn’t seen them in 5 years. He just felt sad, that was all. He missed his sister.

“Baby, don’t worry.” Jeongguk ruffled his hair as he massaged shampoo into the root of Taehyung’s hair. “You have better people in your life, people that have opinions that actually matter.”

“My families opinion matters,” Taehyung murmured.

Jeongguk got the hand-held shower head and began to wash the soap suds from his boyfriend’s hair. “Of course it does. But not when it gets in the way of your happiness, you know?”

Taehyung agreed, what else was he to do?

Jeongguk felt the unease in Taehyung as if he had made himself a home in his mind. He got down on his knees and turned Taehyung around so his lips were hovering by the head of Taehyung’s cock. “Here, let me.”

And, he did.

He let Jeongguk pull moans from the back of his throat with every bob of his head, he let Jeongguk build a house within the confines of his heart. He let himself fall in love with Jeongguk.

He did.

Falling in love, Taehyung had concluded, was holding hands and quiet laughter. It was when the sky was dark and provided a blanket as they laid in bed, wrapped up in each others warmth. It was when you woke up in the morning with saliva lining your chin and stained on the pillow, hair sticking to your forehead. It was when they loved you anyway.

Because love was not like you see in the movies, when the main character looked over a vast sunset, fireworks beginning to spark in the distance. Love is steady and it beat like a human heart.

Love was palpable and Taehyung didn’t even have to tell Jeongguk he had fallen in love, because he knew.

Because you can see love.

You see love wherever you go.

This was the first time that Taehyung had realised this, and it was beautiful.

Namjoon and Jin had already seen Taehyung’s new status update and had jumped onto their shared group chat to hear the news. Taehyung imagined them both laid on their stomach’s, twirling a phone cord around their fingers as they heard the latest gossip about the dramas of high school.

Jin: holy shit, DUDE! he is hot

Namjoon: and i am nothing…. a ceaseless being….. i dont exist do i

Jin: you’re so dramatic i compliment you every day

Namjoon: you compliment me at least 3 times a week on a good week ;;

Jin: you’re my boyfriend thats different??? i dont have to compliment you i chose you for a reason

Namjoon: ‘chose’........... as if im a pokemon!

Jin: I HAVE LITERALLY NEVER EVER MET ANYONE AS DRAMATIC AS YOU!!!

Namjoon: i feel like the dictionary needs to redefine literally people are using it too liberally nowadays

Taehyung: ?????????????

“You know your sperm will fry in that position, right?” Jeongguk commented as he passed Taehyung who was sat in the crease of his sofa in only his boxers, laptop laid across his groin.

“Not that I need them anyway,” Taehyung said, crushed cashews flying from his mouth. Jeongguk sat beside him and stared at the telenovela that was playing on the television. “I swear to God, we have watched this episode more than once.”

“Probably,” Taehyung shrugged. Jeongguk was bored, he could tell. “You can put something else on, I’m not watching it right now. Put on Cowboy Bebop.”

Jeongguk shook his head and rested it on his shoulder, looking down at the screen. “What’cha looking at?”

“Stats,” Taehyung said as he dug slender fingers around the cashew package. “This month was good. I’ve gotten 750 new subscribers. 38,000 dollars, too.” Taehyung laughed and looked at Jeongguk, “That is probably weekend spending money for you, isn’t it?”

Jeongguk didn’t laugh, saying, “I guess.”

“You know that I’m 1,000 subscribers behind ‘H.Y’ now?” He grinned. “We are so close.”

“Why do you care? Ranking doesn’t really give you any more money, does it?”

Taehyung felt that like a jab and he didn’t know why. “Well, no. But I want to be number one. Maybe it’s a pride thing.”

“Maybe.”

1,000. One thousand. Ten 100’s. Taehyung was so close. So close, it was nearly in his grasp. Just a sprint to the finish line. He could win. Just one last sprint.

And that’s when it hit him.

Taehyung wasn’t expecting that response. He was expecting something of the many scenarios in his head, something like: ‘Fuck, no’ or ‘Are you insane?”

He wasn’t expecting, a hint of a smile playing on Jeon Jeongguk’s sinful lips, “I thought you’d never ask.”

But, Jeongguk thought that all Taehyung had to do was turn on the webcam and they would be live. He didn’t expect that Taehyung had to fix the lighting stands to appeal to their positions, he didn’t expect that he had to wear foundation to make them look less tired and he sure as hell didn’t expect to wear a specific pair of undergarments the colour of the blood of a cherry. “They don’t even fit,” Jeongguk groaned.

Taehyung eyed Jeongguk’s crotch, analyzing the situation at hand. “They don’t,” With a smile, “But doesn’t that make it even more appealing?”

A pout, “What happened to leaving things to the imagination?”

“An intermittent concept,” Taehyung said, patting his back and guiding him into his camming room.

Jeongguk wasn’t as thrilled with the concept as he eyed the camera and the glare of the lights. He wasn’t as thrilled as he looked down at the flimsy fabric that covered his junk.

“It’s not as appealing as watching, is it?” Taehyung said as he sat down on the mattress.

Jeongguk attempted a smile, “I guess.”

He was stiff, his back erect and, look, he might just be camera-shy, but his testicles were reclining back into the fabric of his underpants. If this stream bombs, he may lose his subscribers.

“Look at me,” Taehyung says, using his slender fingers to wrap around Jeongguk’s strong jaw, turning him so their eyes meet. “Don’t be nervous, if you ever want to stop, you know the safe word.”

Jeongguk nodded.

“Just think of it as an intimate night with me. The cameras aren’t there, okay?”

He took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders. “I’ll try. I’m sorry if I’m bad.”

Taehyung rubbed his hand against Jeongguk’s and nodded to him - he nodded back. And Taehyung reached over and turned on his computer and started the stream.

Live.

“Hey, guys,” Taehyung smiled. “This is Spike, here. I’ve got a special guest today! This is my handsome boyfriend, Faye.”

Jeongguk smiled a lipless grin at the camera, “Valentine.”

“What would you like to see us do today?”

LexiSexi: pummel him

Heeji: cock ring please ;-;

MOJOJO: I want you to put your big dick in his tight asshole…

Jeongguk chuckled as he watched the chat come to life, “Mojojo, you are my type of man.”

He began to interact with the chat, answering his subscriber’s questions as if this was his own cam show. He was a natural, like he was born to be in front of an audience. Taehyung wondered if he was an idol in his past life. “Would you like us to get started?”

HentaiXD: I’ve got the vaseline ready

Hiphopluvr: HURRY UP AND GET TO IT

Florence: mmmm yes

So Taehyung decided that he must take control of the situation, pulling Jeongguk onto his lap and lathering his face in open mouthed kisses. Full of tongue, sloppy. Faux passion. The kind of kiss that you see on staged porn sites. Taehyung felt Jeongguk still on top of him, and he stopped.

Pulling away, Taehyung raised an eyebrow at Jeongguk, who only looked down at him with a tentative smile. He leaned in to Taehyung and pressed gentle lips against his, kissing him with passion that wasn’t in the script. He kissed Taehyung like he meant it.

Because he did.

Because Taehyung forgot that they were in love.

And then, as corny as it sounds, the cameras begun to fade away. The messages and money were still becoming animations dancing across the screen, but Taehyung didn’t notice this time. He was wrapped up in Jeon Jeongguk of Busan.

They were both in skin tight thongs and Taehyung could feel Jeongguk’s bulge against his own, he moaned. “God, I want you so bad.”

“I want you too, daddy.”

A growl, “Fuck.”

And Taehyung flipped Jeongguk so his strong back was against his torso, pulling each of their underwear off of their sweaty bodies. Taehyung tugged at the cherry red butt plug that he had prepped Jeongguk with 3 hours ago. He moaned as it stretched him out. “You want my dick, baby? Do you want me to fuck your brains out? Beg for it, slut.”

Jeongguk rocked his dick against Taehyung’s thigh and whimpered, Taehyung tutted in response. “I’ll let you off with a warning.” Reaching his hand around, gripping Jeongguk’s cock in his hand and squeezing it, earning another wail. “Only I touch you.”

“I want you.”

Taehyung sat back on his hands, a raise of an eyebrow, “I’m sorry? I didn’t quite hear you.”

Jeongguk exhaled, “Please, daddy, I want your cock inside of me. I want you to make sure I forget my own name.”

Taehyung, please, “Then bend over, baby. Hold on.” And Jeongguk obeyed and got on his hands and knees, Taehyung pulling him into centre frame and getting on his knees. Taehyung pulled out the plug, slowly, enjoying the sound of strong Jeongguk’s whimpers. “You feeling empty, pet?”

Jeongguk nodded with a pout. Taehyung coated his fingers in cherry flavoured lube and began to circle his hole.

“You want me to fill you back up?”

And it was a rhetorical question because Taehyung had removed his fingers and braced himself with his hands against Jeongguk’s waist, thrusting inside of him. “Fuck.”

Jeongguk’s moans were the stuff of porn director’s wet dreams as Taehyung pounded himself inside of him, rolling his hips against Jeongguk’s damp skin. The room echoed the sound of skin slapping skin, and Taehyung wished that this was the soundtrack to his biography. The sound of Taehyung’s hips smashing against Jeongguk’s ass would be on his own movie score, it was that beautiful.

“Aren’t you showing the camera how much of a cockslut you are for me, huh, baby?” Taehyung stuttered.

“Yes,” Jeongguk sniveled. “Only for you, daddy.”

Only for you.

He was only for me.

It was a thought that put him at ease.

Taehyung bent over Jeongguk’s back and reached a hand to his throat, wrapping a large hand around his neck. “Good, pet. All mine.”

Jeongguk rocked back into Taehyung’s body and let one of his hands wander to his aching cock, palming over it, mewling at the sensory overload.

“You’re so desperate to get off, aren’t you?” Taehyung tightened his grip on his throat, biting at the skin of his back. “So needy; a whore.”

Moving his hands away from Jeongguk’s throat to push two fingers into his mouth, watching him suck and bob on them through the monitor, “Fuck, you’re hot.”

And Taehyung was lost in the thought of how perfect this moment was, how perfect it felt to be inside of Jeon Jeongguk. How perfect their relationship was. He wished he could live in it forever.

“Come for me, baby.”

The first livestream he had filmed with Jeongguk had blown up the site; people loved the fact that Spike Spiegel had a hot new thing that he shared with them. It was now the most viewed camshow on Livegasms, topping ‘H.Y’s iconic strip tease that lead to intense heavy petting.

Jeongguk had cammed with Taehyung 9 more times after their first stream, each stream earning more sponsors, more subscribers.

Jeongguk used his credit card to upgrade the studio; painting the walls red and hanging his own art on the walls. Being the brat he is, his complaints about the cheap mattress lead to them heading to IKEA for a new one.

The internet couldn’t resist Jeon Jeongguk and Taehyung couldn’t help but agree as he watched his bare back contort as he used the spatula to flip a golden egg.

Taehyung eyed the top spot. 150 subscribers away. And, by God, would he do anything to get it.

Namjoon and Jin weren’t over as much as they had been in the past, Taehyung found himself missing ‘Sunday game night’ to fuck Jeongguk live for tens of thousands of people. It wasn’t a hard decision.

But Taehyung had texted them:

Taehyung: how about we rename it to saturday game night?????? come over tonight

Jin: you know tae we arent here just when you need us!!! we aren’t pushovers!!!

Namjoon: as dramatic as jin is being…. he is right tae…… you can’t just have us when you want us

Taehyung: i’ve got uno

A pause.

Jin: okay what time do you want us there?

Namjoon and Jin were Taehyung’s pseudo father figures. He admired them, the two of them were there for him when no one else was. They were his only friends in Seoul.

So it wasn’t surprising when they weren’t as welcoming when they met Jeongguk. Jin stood with crossed arms, looking him up and down and reaching a manicured hand over to him. “It’s Kim Seokjin.”

Namjoon looked embarrassed and closed his eyes, attempting to smile at Jeongguk, “Sorry about him. Kim Namjoon.”

Jeongguk was shy, he was polite, so all he did was nod and smile back. Taehyung attempted to cut the tension, “Uh, uno?”

It was hard, making small talk between the four of them. Seokjin normally was bold enough to speak without censoring himself in front of strangers, but today, he was quiet. Namjoon, too. He tried to answer Taehyung’s questions about the weather, laughing it off.

It hurt.

“Pick up 4, asshole,” Taehyung pounded against Jin’s back.

Jin picked up 4. He didn’t even have a retort for Taehyung.

Jeongguk was sat on the couch, on his phone, only putting down cards when prompted. He wasn’t exactly making the best of impressions. Taehyung hit his shin, “Your turn, baby.” Jeongguk put down one of his cards, still staring down at his phone screen. Taehyung inhaled, feeling irritation begin to bubble inside of him, “That’s a 9. If you want to change colours you have to have the same number, and the one thats on top is a 6. Look at where the line is.”

Jeongguk shrugged and picked up another card.

Taehyung wanted to scream.

Namjoon looked over at Taehyung, and he wondered whether he could tell that Taehyung was thinking that he would much rather be watching a telenovela. “So, Taehyung, have you seen the rookie on Livegasms?”

Taehyung thanked Namjoon wordlessly, “No. Who is it?”

“I don’t know, really,” He said. “His name is Park Jimin. I don’t even know if he went under an alias or if it’s his real name. He went from rank 87 to 5 in less than 2 months.”

A look, “How?”

Jin with a bitter tone, “Who knows, you know? Who knows?”

“Have you watched his streams?” Taehyung questioned.

Namjoon was tight-lipped. “Yeah, he is really good. He is submissive. The small type. Everyone loves his ass.”

“Maybe I need to get some tips,” Taehyung laughed to which Jin intterupted with, “Shut up. You’re great at what you do. You’re about to pass the most iconic cammers on the site.”

A shrug, “I guess.”

Jeongguk got up, walking to the front door to slip on his shoes. Walking back, he kisses Taehyung on the cheek. “Sorry, love. The guys in my group project at the college need me to fix a bug in the computers. You’d think engineers would know how to do it themselves, right?”

“Yeah, you’d think,” Jin smiled.

Jeongguk smiled in return, “Nice to meet you. And Namjoon. I’ll see you soon?”

“I hope,” Namjoon said. He seemed genuine. Taehyung always knew that Namjoon was a good person. Someone people could rely on - he really adored him.

And then Jeongguk left, and it was like it had been before he had even met Jeongguk. Jin instantly screaming out a, “Ha! In your face, pick up 4!”

And then they began to bicker, as if they hadn’t just jaded his boyfriend out of the house.

“What the fuck was that?”

Jin turned to Taehyung with a raised brow, “What?”

“Tell me why the fuck you were so rude to Jeongguk.”

Namjoon sighed, touching Jin’s hand, “Please, don’t fight.”

“No, let him speak,” Jin said.

Taehyung stood throwing his cards down onto the coffee table, “I knew he was uncomfortable. I told you both that he was shy and it took a while to get him warmed up to you. I told you to be kind.”

Jin couldn’t help but smile, “Well, maybe if he had a better attitude I might have been.”

Taehyung grabbed Jin by the colour and stood him up. “Get the fuck over yourself, he isn’t the one with the shitty attitude.”

Jin was older, he was stronger. He pushed Taehyung back against the wall and held his shoulders down, “Don’t you dare put your hands on me again, Taehyung. I don’t care if you’re my friend. Don’t fucking touch me.”

It was only when Jin heard Namjoon begin to cry that he let go, his gaze on Taehyung, shrewd. Taehyung watched Jin make his way over to Namjoon whose head was heavy in his hands, tears staining his palms.

“I don’t like Jeongguk, I don’t. And I don’t like whoever you have turned into.”

Jin fixed the collar of his shirt and pulled Namjoon to the doorway.

And they left.

And Taehyung was alone in his awful apartment that smelt too much of this mornings breakfast and Seokjin’s cologne.

Taehyung hadn’t cried in months.

It wasn’t the same after that night. Namjoon and Jin hadn’t texted him in weeks, Jeongguk was at college during the days and he had looked at his statistics just last week and he had seen his name in first place.

So why was he feeling empty? Why had he been fawning over this idea for so long? Was it the validation? Why couldn’t he find validation in someone else, like Jeongguk?

First place meant nothing, Jeongguk was right.

Taehyung missed him.

He still cams with him every second day, but Jeongguk has fallen into Taehyung’s old habits. Taehyung has noticed that all of his moans sound more or less akin to what they did the stream before and all of his infamous one-liners have been used up so he is just taking it without a word.

He kissed him with tongue now, sloppy.

It was hard to think about; Jeongguk falling out of love with Taehyung. But Thelma at the post office had said that it was normal, that relationships aren’t always puppy love. “Do you think that all married couples are still in love?” Thelma’s wrinkles deepen as she laughs. “If I still loved my husband, I’d still be giving him blowjobs. That’s why I bought him a fleshlight.”

Taehyung laughed, but it was staged, too. Acting was easier now and he wondered if he auditioned for a role right now, would he get it? The thought of Jeongguk resorting to a fleshlight while laid beside Taehyung pained him. “Thanks, Thelma. Your wisdom was much needed.”

“I’m weathered, darling.” A cackle. “I’m like a tree, beaten and worn down.”

That was a sad thought. He wished Thelma the best.

And Thelma was right, because that playful puppy love that seemed so palpable before, was gone. Jeongguk got up in the morning and brushed his teeth. He got changed. He didn’t kiss Taehyung goodbye. He didn’t want to join in the live streams anymore because he said he had too much work to do. Namjoon and Jin tried to call him, but he didn’t want to pick up the phone.

He would rather stay in bed.

A text message with a lone ‘K’ was a new concept that Taehyung had to get used to, probably the hardest change out of them all. He missed Jeongguk’s texts telling him what he wanted Taehyung to do to him that night.

He found himself rereading the majority of his old messages.

And, to make matters worse, Taehyung was losing subscribers. That meant he was losing sponsors, that then means losing money. The reality of going back to being in debt scared him.

Maybe he should go back to private sessions with Jerry.

The ever declining number of viewers made him realise the stark reality: he needed Jeongguk.

He wasn’t home much anymore.

He never really texted back.

He never stayed over as often.

So, Taehyung stopped camming.

So, Taehyung ignored Namjoon and Jin’s calls.

So, he was left alone to wallow in his own self-pity.

It is 3:42 in the morning, the night is still a private sanctuary and the stars are still overlooking his shoe-box apartment. And Taehyung heard his door knob creak. It could be a murderer, a robber; but Taehyung made no effort to move. Maybe if he laid still enough they would think they had already gotten to him.

But it was the, “Hey, baby,” that caused him to stir.

He didn’t have to see Jeongguk to know it was him. The shadow of him was broad and his biceps were larger than they were before, he was leaned over him. And even though he knew, he still asked, “Jeongguk?”

“Yeah, baby,” A kiss to his neck. “I missed you.”

“You did?”

“Of course I did.”

Jeongguk kissed down Taehyung’s stomach and pulled at his pants, rubbing the palm of his hands over Taehyung’s crotch. “Do you want me to-”

Jeongguk raised a finger to Taehyung’s lips, “Baby, hush. Let me take care of you.” A laugh, “And, by the way, totally not the right time, but I finished Cowboy Bebop.”

And if Taehyung couldn’t feel the warmth of Jeongguk’s mouth around his cock, he would have thought he was dreaming. But he wasn’t. Jeongguk was here and he was sucking his dick. He missed Taehyung. “Thank you,” A cry.

Taehyung felt Jeongguk smile around his penis. “Only for you.”

Only for you.

Taehyung woke up to a post-it note beside his table, a bouquet of roses the colour of a ripened cherry in a glass vase - it looked antique. It read:

Last night was good. See you tonight? X

And Taehyung felt warm and he felt like it was the first night that they had drunkenly fucked. Except, Jeongguk was submissive that night. But, maybe going to the gym changes sexual preference; Taehyung wouldn’t know.

He leaned in to smell the roses and the fragrance was lovely. Jeongguk picked them out especially for him.

Taehyung hadn’t touched himself in months, before he met Jeongguk. So, while he waits for his boyfriend to come back home from a hard day of engineering, he will make him wish he had never left him alone for so long.

He had made pasta bolognese, he had even grated the cheese himself. The expensive kind that Jeongguk liked. He set up candles and plucked some petals off of his roses and laid them across the tabled - and the bed.

And he waited.

But waiting was hard and so was he at the thought of what would happen later tonight - would Jeongguk be dominant again? Would he play nice because Taehyung had gone to so much effort to please him?

So Taehyung opened Livegasms and saw the name icon next to the name ‘Park Jimin’ turn green. He was live. Taehyung was interested to see what the hype was all about so he collected his cherry red lube and coated his cock in it before clicking it open.

He ignored the ring of his phone.

Park Jimin was laid across the bed. He was small, petite. Fuckable. He smiled down at the camera as he read comments out loud. Taehyung understood; Park Jimin was kind.

And people in the chat grew impatient, asking when the guest would arrive. Jimin said with a smile to be patient. Taehyung wondered if he ever stopped smiling. He hoped not, people like Jimin shouldn’t stop - his smile is too pretty.

And then a figure came into view, only a hand. It was large, with a vein peeking at the surface. He was holding pink handcuffs. Taehyung felt an unease.

Taking up the left side of the screen, a man with a built form was hovering above the bed. Only half of his face was shown. But he knew that smile. He knew those hands and he knew that muscular body. And, most of all, he knew that cherry red dildo that he held in his right hand.

Taehyung’s blood curdled.

#bts #bts smut #taehyung x jungkook #taekook #taekook smut

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I’ll Take Care of You 01

took 9 freaking months to finish this fic. same amount of time to conceive and birth a child. i doubt this will be as great, but it’s precious to me.

i apologize for the delay. i hope this was worth the wait for those who waited.

enjoy the smut fluff

enjoy the fluf this time

Part 1: Ripped

Part 2: Shocked out of his System

Part 3: Lost of Control

Part 4: Confessions

Part 5: I’ll Take Care of You 01

Part 6: I’ll Take Care of You 02

Jack hung up the phone. Mark had excused himself to get some supplies from his room. He had told Jack to order room service while he was gone, seeing as they both missed dinner with the guys. Mark specifically asked he order something light but filling, nothing too heavy. Jack didn’t question it and ordered so.

Now that Jack was alone again he couldn’t help but fidget with the thoughts running through his head. What did Mark have planned? What sort of supplies was he getting? What did Jack agree to?

Well, to be honest, Jack didn’t agree to anything. He asked for something.

“Mark, take care of me…”

What was he asking for?

The knock on the door startled Jack out of his little head crisis. He went and answered the door, and for the second time tonight he opened the door for a man that made his knees weak. Much like earlier that night, seeing him challenged his nerves.

“Hey,” Mark gave him a warm smile, but he seemed to hesitate once he got a better look at Jack’s expression. “Are you ok?”

Jack only nodded and a polite smile. “Are you already regretting this?” he asked with concerned.

Jack shook his head and opened his mouth to speak but clearly he couldn’t really find the right words to say.

Mark straightened his back, using his full height now, but it was done so not in a way to intimidate. It was more like Jack saw the confidence resonate from him. It was… comforting.

“Jack, listen; if you want me to turn around and go back to my room, I’ll do that right now and we can go back to what we had before, no agenda what so ever.” Mark spoke clearly and warmly.

Then with, what sounded like, a voice much deeper and deadly serious he added “But if you let me in, I promise to not leave you until I fully satisfy every desire you have; everything you’ve ever wanted, everything you never thought you wanted, and everything you’ve been too ashamed to ask for.”

His voice and words made Jack his whole body shiver. Coming from anyone else, he would have laughed and thought that sounded like something from a cheesy romance novel (he’s seen fanfiction, he knew what were written in those). But coming from Mark, the promise in his voice and what he could only describe as hungry determination in his eyes, it made Jack feel… wanted.

He opened the door wider to let the other man in, knowing this was a commitment for the night. He asked to be taken care of. Mark was here to take care of him. He trusted him to do so.

“Did you get room service?” Mark asked as he entered the hotel room as he carried a small carry on that Jack had just noticed.

“Yeah, I got lemon chicken, and I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I got you salmon kinda like what you ordered before. That ok?” he asked sheepishly.

“That’s good, not too heavy like I asked you to.” He replied as he disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door before Jack could follow him.

They were in a hotel room. Technically, Jack’s hotel room and yet Mark moved with graceful confidence. Mark had a plan. Jack could only guess what that could be. The unknown aspect made him both excited and scared.

But this was Mark. Jack has known the man for almost a year now. He knows him. He went from fanboy to friend in that course of time and now… what? He knows Mark. He knows many of his let’s-plays by heart. He knows which jokes came from which livestreams. He knows obscure references to the man that he even forgot he made. This was Mark.

But this was a side of Mark he’d never seen and never really thought of; this ease, this swagger, this sexiness. He’s always thought Mark was good looking, but never beyond that, and now he doesn’t know what to think.

“How long till the food arrives?” the other man’s voice broke through both Jack’s thoughts and the sound of running water.

He had been in the bathroom for a while. Jack could hear him shuffling about.

“I guess thirty minutes or so.” Jack really did guess, he didn’t really ask earlier.

“Good, we got time then.” Mark spoke just as he opened the door.

There was a warm light coming form the bathroom. Jack couldn’t see much as the other man kept the door ajar enough to let lean against the door jam and motioned for Jack to come closer.

Jack did. He got up from his bed and walked towards the warm light, the soft scent, and Mark’s open hand that lead him to his bathroom. He walked in and sees what exactly the other man was doing in here.

The bathtub was mostly full with cloudy suds floating on top. The edges held small candles the let them keep the lights off. The scent was delicious and it made Jack feel warm and welcomed.

“French vanilla,” Mark answered a question never asked. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, but this bathbomb reminded me of cake so thought it was a safe guess.” He explained with a shy smile.

Jack didn’t know what to say. No one has ever done anything so… so romantic for him before. No other word to describe it really.

He felt Mark right behind him; his broad chest against his shoulder blades, his abs against his lower back, and his hands just at his waist. Before he could speak, he felt the tickle of is scruff against his neck and his hot breath against his ear.

“Do you like it Jack?” he asked in a deep whisper.

“Yes,” he answered with a shallow breath. He then felt Mark’s hands tug at the end of his shirt.

“May I undress you Jack?” he whispered again.

Jack whimpered and nodded as he felt his voice might fail him, but by some force he muttered a soft “Yes.”

Before he felt his shirt being pulled up like he expected, he first heard the other man whisper “thank you” and felt a soft kiss planted on the back of his neck.

Jack felt like he was a present, slowly being unwrapped the way Mark was being so gentle with him. After he got his shirt off, he knelt in front of him to get his shoes and socks off before slipping his pants off of him. Standing in front of Mark in nothing but his boxer briefs, Jack could feel the hot blush spreading from his face down his neck and torso. He must have looked like a tomato right now with the green top still attached.

Then Mark looked up at him with such fondness it made Jack forget to breathe. Warm brown eyes made him feel like the hot chocolate they reminded him of; warm and comforting.

“You’re beautiful Jack.” Mark said as easily as saying ‘the sky is blue’, like it was just simply fact.

And Jack couldn’t help but believe him.

Mark stood back up, closer now, their chests just barely touching. Jack felt Mark’s hands back on his hips, his thumbs just under the cloth of his boxers.

Oh God! Jack was about to be naked in front of Mark. They’ve already done this last night. Jack knows this, but now in the warm hotel bathroom with his head not as clouded as before with lust, he feared he might get a panic attack.

Mark leaned in towards him until heir foreheads touched. It was comforting. In an even more comforting manner, Mark asked “May I?”

Jack was reminded by how considerate Mark was. How he’d promised to take care of him. How he committed himself to Jack for as long as Jack wanted him. Mark is here for him. Jack needed to trust in that.

“Yes.” He answered softly.

“Thank you,” he replied.

Mark pushed his boxer briefs off of him and they slid down to the floor. Mark kept his eyes on Jack, which he was thankful for. He felt him gently grabbed his hand and carefully helped the younger man into the warm tub. He eased himself into the water. It really did smell like cake somehow.

Mark went and took a couple more things out of his carry on. From what Jack could see one was a brand new luffa and a couple of small bottles. He then sat on the edge of the tub showing him his supplies, Mark’s expression as if silently asking ‘would you like to try this?’ Jack gave a shy smile before he gave the other man some space behind him to work on.

Jack felt the most pampered as he’s ever been. Mark’s strong hands massaged his neck, his shoulders, arms, and even down to his feet. At any other time Jack would have felt like incredibly embarrassed or shy. The thought of someone, anyone showing such loving devotion to him this way would have been beyond him, but here he was, and here was Mark who did just that so openly and sincerely… so lovingly. Jack felt a lump forming in his throat and tears just prickling his eyes.

He was saved from having a mini break down when a knock came at the door. It must have been the room service, and Mark sweetly left Jack with a kiss on the forehead and a promise to let him relax for a bit on his own.

Jack sat there trying to wrap his head around his feelings. Earlier when Mark said he’d get supplies and promised care and pleasure, Jack’s mind just went automatically to those thoughts but never this. He never thought of bubble baths and relaxing massages and forehead kisses. If this was what Mark meant by to properly take care of him, the Jack was properly fucked in more ways than he had anticipated to be.

Both nervous and excited butterflies wrecked his body at this point. On one side there was a joyful anticipation. Jack felt his heart threatening to burst and his knees weak, and he wasn’t even standing for god sakes. He was happy. On the other side there was this dread. This pressure he felt that the happiness he was feeling right now would never be able to be reached by what would happen next. It was too… perfect, and Jack felt was dreading the tiniest hiccup.

The knock on the bathroom door broke through his confusion. The red head popped his head in and with a warm comforting smile asked if he was ready to come out and have dinner.

Jack forced himself to calm down and nodded that he was ready. Hopefully Mark hadn’t noticed. The other man helped him out of the bathtub and dried him off with one of the nice fluffy hotel towels. Much like the way he undressed him, Mark was gentle with him. A constantly soft smile on the American’s face made him completely contented with being pampered.

Once he got Jack into a nice fluffy hotel bathrobe Mark lead him out of the bathroom and noticed a nice little spread on the small hotel table near the window.

“Wait a sec,” the other man went to the phone doc and fiddled with it a bit until the soft sound of rain filled the room. Mark turns to him with a shy smile and said “Some Irish ambiance.”

“You ass,” Jack said only half meant.

Jack chuckled and the weight in the pit of his stomach disappeared and in its place came a warm feeling of familiarity. This was still Mark, his Mark; goofball, impulsive, rages-a-little-too-much Mark. Things were changing. The way he was seeing him was changing, but not completely. This was still his best friend Mark, along with a whole new side of him. The thought of getting to know him all over again in a new way made him grin like an idiot.

“What are you smiling about?” Mark asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Nothin” the younger man answered. “Let’s eat.”

They ate. They chatted. They talked about their day. They teased each other about little goofs from today’s convention. They shared stories about the fans they got to meet. It was like any other dinner with each other; a dinner between good friends. Jack was so relieved he even felt kinda stupid for thinking too much would change.

Fully fed, Mark led Jack to bed where he pulled the robed man to lay half on top of him. Jack lay on his side with a leg and an arm draped over the other man. His head was resting on Mark’s chest, listening to his heart beat and finding peace in the rhythm.

Jack’s hand roamed on Mark’s chest absentmindedly. The feeling reminded Jack of that skype call months ago; broad shoulders and a firm chest. He remembered all those conflicting emotions; the confusion, the desire, the fear. He remembered not being in control. He remembered Mark’s promise.

“Mark,” Jack finally spoke. “My flight leaves tomorrow afternoon.” He stated flatly.

The older man sadly sighed and replied “Don’t think about that. Tonight just let me take care of you before then.”

“I want you to…” Jack agreed then nuzzled against the older man’s neck. “I just… The other night…” his words failed him.

“What is it Jack?” the other man props himself up to look at each other eye to eye.

“I don’t want to…” again Jack couldn’t find the words.

“Don’t want to what?” he patiently asked.

“I don’t want to leave without…” Jack bit his lip. The idea for asking for this was still really new to him. “Without feeling what I felt last night.” he could feel Mark’s body stiffen at the mention of it. Mustering up the courage, Jack continued “I wanna try it again…”

Mark looked uncertain for a second before asking “Try what?”

Jack thinks for a second of the perfect words to answer the question that’s been plaguing him since that night months ago.

“Losing control,” he finally answered. “I wanna lose control to you again.”

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