#that was my latest fic

[doodlesforfics]

Robin's Egg by Calix aka @arzuera​ is just, such gloriously fun fic to read. I literally want to draw so many scenes from it, like sadlkjfaskd  its just!! so cute!!! aaaaa ;33333

also a lil doodle for locket because my mind is so stuck on it and figuring it out, i mean its just ;) so thoughtful of timbo

[jeanne-de-valois]

Local gentleman not prepared for his romantic comedy adventure to suddenly take a turn for the tragic, news at 11

[blakbonnet]

just got called boyfriend 🥺🥺🥺

[knockknockknockingonhootysdoor]

i’m a stupid idiot and started lining on the same layer as my sketch so i’m just posting it as a doodle here bc i can’t undo all the work…. i miss themmmmmm

[suziesybil]

hashtag homelight

[ohmytyong]

nsfw!

every time you decided to have a study session with your boyfriend!mark, you ended up doing anything else but studying. nothing seemed to work; one moment you would be focused on your books and notes and the next you would be laying on the bed with mark stroking his dick inside you, leaving wet kisses all over your neck.

this time, you suggested that you try the pomodoro technique, you thought that it would be motivating enough and wouldn't leave you any time to distract one another. but even now, mark was running his fingers smoothly up and down your inner thigh, watching your body twitch when his fingers grazed the clothed skin close to your pussy. how could you concentrate when he acted like this?

with the sound of your timer going off, you knew it was time for your short break. you turn to mark who was looking at you with eyes full of lust. "quick, you have 5 minutes to make me cum all over your fingers"

[roachsauce]

hey. hey. go read mando’jekai jedi by anonymous on ao3

literally the best feemor tropes all in one fic, and its jaster/feemor canon divergence

plus many funny outsider pov scenes and lots of banter

(i’ve only known orar for one chapter, but if anything happened to him i’d kill everyone in this room and then myself)

[waldos-art]

Steddie Sun and Moon

My second art piece for the @strangerthingsreversebigbangThis one was paired with @just-my-latest-hyperfixation and @betty-boom from Ao3. God damn I love a good Jester/King, but you guys are going to be amazed by where these stories went from these two authors.

[dailydegurechaff]

Today's Daily Degurechaff is… reallllly losing track of time

[kenconffetti]

Lil doodles💗💗💗 (x)

[kithtaehyung]

sundress season (3tan) | myg

drabble: sundress season | chapter: post-anytime pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime  rating/genre: m (18+) ; fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: you’re wearing a what.   warnings: language, his texts might need their own warning, yoongi on the phone, mentions of sexual acts, this gd outfit note: this takes place between 3tan8 and the upcoming 3tan9. if you haven’t read anytime or any of the three tangerines series yet, i highly recommend reading those first! it will make so much more sense lol note 2: again..... this literally happened bc of this post so it’s everyone’s fault lmaooo.. but since the goal was p big, i didn’t wanna slack on this one, so that’s why it took a bit longer to finish. i hope y’all know how much ily ! starting off the bday month with a bang. mood: wet dreamz - j. cole (sry lol i had to)  word count: 4.8k  release date: august 13th, 2022, 2:47pm est

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“No, dude. Outta your league.”

“Fuck you, Chim.”

“I’m just saying.”

“What do you even mean? Hey, Yoong, look at this.”

Barely having paid attention, Yoongi only gets a bright screen shoved into his face before he retreats with a squint. “The fuck? What.”

“Shit, sorry.” His friend lowers the light before showing at a more acceptable distance, the only thing visible a photo of someone with her friends. “The one in the middle. I got a chance, right?” 

It only takes one good look to see that he probably doesn’t. “No.”

“Wow. Both of y’all can fuck off.”

“You asked,” Yoongi points out before taking a sip from his glass, the sounds of multiple conversations bustling around their table. 

It’s surprisingly busy for a Monday night, especially on this side of town. But who knows. Maybe this is their normal; he doesn’t come around here often. 

Besides, he’s only doing what he was told. Upscale hasn’t really been Yoongi’s thing, but Jimin’s newest way of cheering people up is to drag them to high-end, expensive as fuck restaurants. A bit different from inviting them over for drinks and a smoke. 

Tae probably has something to do with this.

Whatever. He’ll deal. Not like he has to eat anything. Frankly, he’ll shock himself if he ends up getting anything other than an overpriced cocktail. “If you really wanna know, just find out on your own.”

“Easy for you to say.”

Beside him, Jimin shrugs. “He’s right, Shiv.” 

“That’s because you both—People just—Look. This shit isn’t easy for me.” 

As soon as Yoongi says “we know” in tandem with Jimin, he huffs into his drink hearing the latter’s laughter. But this dude has been striking out lately, so he decides to soften the blows. “Just chill. You’ve been trying too hard.” 

“Yeah, I know. It’s just been rough since we split up.” There’s a big swig before Shiv continues. “Like if being myself caused that, then—”

“Nah, fuck that.” The thick leather of his chair pushes against him as he leans back. “Don’t let that get to you.”

“Just because she left doesn’t mean it was all you,” Jimin tacks on, bottle limp in a few fingers. “Especially when she dipped out of nowhere.”

True.

Yoongi stares into his glass, unblinking as he peers through the dark amber liquid inside. “Exactly. She’s been wanting out for a minute.”

A scoff is all they get. “Is this your way of cheering me up because…” Shiv’s words fade out, but it isn’t until he says something else that his attention is given

“I fucking love summer.”

Huh.

The hell is he looking at?

When Yoongi turns to look, all boredom and sense leaves his body. And everything else leaves his brain.

Because he spots you. Draped in a dress that feeds every goddamn fantasy he’s had since last week—maybe even longer than that.

Fuck.

Fuck.

What are you doing here? Was he always clutching his drink this hard? Shouldn’t he not be looking this long? Why does he frankly not give a fuck if he is or not?

You have to know how attractive you look right now. There’s no way you walked outta that house thinking anything else. 

And to think he almost stayed home.

Although, Yoongi’s a little regretful that he didn’t. Because seeing you without being able to do anything else has him on the brink. The edge. An edge he’s fucking close to ignoring because your ass looks even better than he imagined it would. 

Goddamn.

You aren’t even doing anything. All you’re doing is waiting to be seated, your entire party talking and occasionally roping you into their conversation. 

And he can only stare. Knowing damn well he shouldn’t.

So damn beau—

“Oh, wait. That’s…” His friend that’s still very much present cuts into his thoughts. “Damn. Wait, that’s her? She looks a lot different now.”

Before Yoongi says anything he’d regret, Jimin goads, “Yeah? Different how?”

“Hot.”

The dark, inward laugh that threatens to spill out of Yoongi’s mouth is potent, his tongue shoving all thoughts and responses into his cheek. 

Yeah, you’ve certainly matured. And sure, you look hot as fuck right now. 

But he guarantees that, above all, it’s your confidence that’s drawing everyone in. 

Calm. Unbothered. Staring right at everyone’s eyes as if they’re the most important people in the room.

You’re gonna be someone someday. 

And it terrifies him.

Suddenly, Yoongi hears your name leave his best friend’s lips, and it’s taking all of him to hope that you don’t hear him fuck you heard him. So damn loud…

But he laughs to himself in the end.

Because after all this time, you’re still so cute, with your looks of shock that are admittedly some of his favorites. 

Especially when he knows the main reason for them. It’s too easy to get a reaction out of you, and he’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t fucking love it.

The only thing is: he can’t do anything. Absolutely nothing as you make your way to their table hold up why are you walking over? What the hell are you looking at—

Fucking Park. 

Of course.

“Hi,” you address in a sweep, looking even better up close. 

To Yoongi’s despair, it’s much easier to see how you accessorized yourself. And how well you fill that damn sundress that he still can’t believe you’re wearing. 

Of all the things to see you out in… 

Is there someone out to get him? Is this karma for all the shit he’s thought about? Or the way he had you on the phone last night?

He needs to not think about that, either. Not when he’s already dealing with you in the present. There’s no way he can handle both at the same time, especially since he’s already forcing himself to stay the fuck in his seat. 

At least he gets you tomorrow.

Wait, isn’t your interview tomorrow? Don’t you have work early, too?

Jimin’s compliment cuts through his realizations as it floats above the table, “You look nice.”

“Thank you!” 

“Hello.”

Yoongi gives Shiv a once-over as you turn to greet him, and when you thank the guy for saying you look pretty, he hopes that you don’t face him next.

But you do.

And you give him a greeting that’s much to shy, for his heart does something stupid before he offers his own.

“Didn’t expect to see y’all here,” you comment, thankfully sparking conversation around him instead of with him. 

Which is for the best. He probably shouldn’t stare while thinking about how those nails would feel digging into his back. Or how you would react if he pulled you into a stall, one palm clamped over your mouth while the other can’t decide where to start. 

Another sinful laugh threatens to spill. 

Fuck, how he would ruin you if you let him.

Feigning nonchalance, he takes a slow sip from his glass while his eyes inevitably linger, finally tuning back in when you observe,

“It’s so busy right now.”

“Happy hour. It’s why we’re here,” Jimin responds before pointing at Shiv. “Cheering this guy up.”

“Excuse you?”

God, he can’t do this. Your small, innocent pout is enough to break him down, which should never, ever be the case. 

If you ever pull one of those on him… 

Nope. He doesn’t wanna know.

In a dumb attempt, Yoongi fishes out his phone as you turn to add your own encouragement. Because of course you would. 

“You okay?“

“Yeah. Just a breakup.”

“Oh, damn. I hope you feel better.”

“It’s nothing, sweetheart.”

He pauses.

What did Shiv call you?

The look on your face says it all. Yoongi has to fight his lips from spreading any wider, your sorry attempt to hide your expression way too adorable to ignore.

He’s definitely gonna give you shit for that.

“Well, umm. That’s good,” you offer before looking over a shoulder he wants to kiss. “I should go.”

And Yoongi offers a bye along with the others, clenching his jaw when you walk off because what the fuck.

He might damn near groan.

Forget tomorrow. You need to be bent over his couch right fucking now. 

If he were younger, and if you were anyone else, there’s no telling what he would’ve done to you in those bathrooms near the back. Or in his car after he swerved off the road.

But on the same token, there’s another emotion lingering in his chest. Something deeper, fuller, more important than the outright attraction he’s hoping to god isn’t so obvious.

Pride.

How can he have that in someone that isn’t his?

Is that normal? How he feels watching you walk with your chin up and a new sway to your hips?

He’s seen that same walk hundreds—thousands—of times. So why does it seem fresh and brand new when it’s you?

He huffs from his nose before staring into his glass.

Showing you off would be too easy. 

Whoever gets to do that better do it right, and often.

“Was that too much again?”

Yoongi lowers his eyes to his phone before scrolling in his lap. “Sounded fine to me,” he lies.

There’s a tinkle of laughs while the guy laments, “I knew it. I’m so bad at this now.” 

“You wouldn’t’ve gotten that one anyway,” Jimin chides with one more chuckle. “Let’s keep going.”

Yoongi officially checks out when they discuss other potential matches. Because he may or may not have noticed that your table is easily visible, and he may or may not have decided to not leave you alone just yet.

Not like he’s going anywhere soon.

He can’t even stand up if he needed to anyway.

Tonight is supposed to be a fun, celebratory party for Dom. You put on a nice, comfortable dress, and freshened up more than you have in a long time. Feeling great is an understatement.

But seeing Yoongi throws you off in every which way possible and inside you feel like a wreck.

While you’re delighted that he gets to see you done up, you want nothing more than to mount his lap and ride him until he tears you apart.

Because holy fuck, he looks so fine.

It’s decided. You’re sure of it. The universe is testing you and you haven’t studied a single thing.

Did he have to have his hair like that? Did he have to look the most dressed up you’ve ever seen him? Why did he follow this restaurant’s dress code and not opt for a more casual fit instead? 

Just don’t think about it. Any of it. Especially the way his hair would look between your—fuck!

Focus. 

Tonight is for Dom. 

When everyone situates around a multi-table setup, you tell yourself to not be distracted. Yes, there are a bunch of people—most of which you only semi-know—but you still can’t get too sidetracked by his frame in that suit. By the chains on his neck. By the spread of his—

Stop!

Just try to converse. Be social. At least Reia and Yuri are in front of you.

That’s when you feel a vibration.

And you already know who it’s from.

Attempting to appear normal, it’s a wonder you only choke internally when you view what he said.

Yoongi [8:03pm]: Hey sweetheart :)

Goddamn it.

It’s a struggle to not smile like a fool. Admittedly, you didn’t exactly hold back your expression at the stranger’s forthcomingness. Which is exactly why you’re getting this text.

If you weren’t mistaken, you’re also pretty sure you saw Yoongi react. Which was way too attractive in itself, but you don’t wanna give him even more unspoken praise. 

You [8:04pm]: oh my god

You [8:04pm]: was my face that obv

Yoongi [8:05pm]: Lmao

You [8:05pm]: 🥴 

Wait.

Why is he texting you now? Aren’t you both in public? Surrounded by people you know?

Yeah, your brother isn’t here, but Mr. Sweetheart could know him. 

Then again… What does Yoongi have your contact saved as? Is it your name? Something else? Just your number and no name at all? 

There’s still so much you don’t know about him, and it excites you as much as it pains you.

Before you can mull over it more, he keeps the conversation going.

Yoongi [8:07pm]: Afraid he’ll never recover

Well. 

If he’s gonna keep texting… 

Why not lean into it?

You [8:07pm]: damn

A couple minutes go by without anything, and you’re pulled into a discussion. When a few other moments pass with no texts, you assume that’s the end of your thread.

So much for leaning into it. You definitely spoke too soon.

Probably for the best that it’s already over, though. There’s no telling how future texts would go, with the thrill of him being here and looking like sin.

Fuck, he looks handsome.

And quite frankly, you look pretty decent, too. 

Hummingbirds flit about your stomach when you know Yoongi got to see you tonight. Because all the other times he’s seen you, what you’ve worn has mostly been casual. Comfortable. Dalo was the only exception, but you assume neither of you wanna count that night. 

You briefly wonder what he thinks about your dress before a road trip talk materializes.

“I haven’t been on one in awhile,” Reia sighs as she places arms on tablecloth. 

When Yuri agrees before facing you, you already know what she’s gonna suggest. “We should go. It’s summer!”

“I have work,” you groan, frustration pursing your lips. With this interview also hovering over you, there isn’t much thought you can pour into something like that. 

“Boo.”

“No fun!”

“Sorry, y’all.”

Although… You start thinking about how one with—

Another vibration pulses in your lap, and you check to see who it could be. 

Yoongi [8:12pm]: Wdy look so cute for?

What.

Huh?

What is he doing!

The other texts were harmless. What the hell is he thinking sending this?

You [8:12pm]: 😳

You [8:12pm]: be serious

Yoongi [8:12pm]: K

You snort when you see the curt reply, knowing that if it was anyone else, you would’ve been mad as hell. But it’s so him that you can’t help but laugh.

At least he came to his senses quick. Gotta stay safe someho—

Yoongi [8:13pm]: Wdy look so fucking hot for?

Fuck!

Your foot abruptly slides forward, shoe clunking against the middle table leg in your shock. 

Everyone around you doesn’t notice, but Dom eyes you with a cocked brow from the head of the table. How did she know that was you? 

You wave her off before taking a sip of your drink to cool down.

You [8:13pm]: ……..

Yoongi [8:14pm]: :) 

Ass! 

In your haste to just reply and get this over with, you discover that he can make you flounder even over texts. 

You [8:14pm]: don got promoted !!

You [8:15pm]: don*

You [8:15pm]: dom**** fuck

Yoongi [8:16pm]: Lmaooo

Why the hell did you ever respond? 

You don’t know how it’s possible, but just his texts are enough to make you sweat. Beneath your dress, both of your legs slowly shift, your thighs rubbing against each other a bit too often.

If anything, Yoongi certainly knows how to compliment someone.

Distraction comes in the form of servers, getting everyone’s orders and gathering menus. A bit thrown by a potential vibration in your lap, you don’t even remember what you got and you hope to everything that it was a relatively cheap option. 

More conversation sprouts around the table, and you try to listen to what’s happening on either side. Some are talking about work troubles, others are lamenting the down period for sports. But they’re all lively and let you feel included, just like the one that invited them all.

You feel a little bad when you keep checking your phone, but at least they don’t really know you. To them, it would just look like you’re…

What? Talking to someone you like? Someone you may or may not be seeing? 

Where were you going with that?

Glancing down, you do see another text. And its contents affect you just as much as the notification.

Yoongi [8:30pm]: Isn’t your interview tomorrow?

You [8:36pm]: mmhmm. i’m dd🙄

Why are butterflies mingling with the hummingbirds? And why do you feel like smiling like an idiot in front of all these people?

Maybe how last night ended is still staying with you. Because you feel pretty damn good right now, and knowing that you have Yoongi’s attention like this in a public space makes you feel something dangerous. 

There’s another reason why you decided on your outfit today. Since you left that part out, you allow yourself to slide another message up, riding this wave as far as it will go.

You [8:39pm]: but yeah it’s sundress season !

Yoongi [8:39pm]: My favorite :)

You [8:41pm]: ofc it is

Yoongi [8:44pm]: 😊

You [8:45pm]: don’t even 

Yoongi [8:45pm]: Haha

Yoongi [8:50pm]: But I’m serious. You look nice.

That’s where it should end.

A natural close. 

Just say thank you and move on. 

…But what if you do something else?

Be it the thrill of doing this in a public space, or the fact that you want to jump his bones right now, you don’t know. There’s just a tiny flame you see in his words that you want to stoke.

So you do.

You [8:55pm]: how nice

Of course, you sometimes forget who you’re dealing with.

Because your plan completely backfires when his response comes way too quick.

Yoongi [8:56pm]: Meet me in a stall and I’ll tell you

What the fuck!

You can’t even pick at your food. Not when he’s giving you plenty to choke on already.

You [8:56pm]: ???? 

You [8:56pm]: here?(?

He’s not serious, is he? No. 

Even if he was, that would be crossing multiple lines. Texting is already pushing it, but it would be glaringly obvious if the both of you were absent from your tables for too long. 

Yoongi [9:01pm]: I’m kidding 

Yoongi [9:01pm]: But I’d be down

You [9:05pm]: no !!

Yoongi [9:06pm]: You don’t wanna? :((

God.

You hate how much you like this side of him. Or maybe this is just him, and you still can’t believe that you get to witness him in his natural, lethal state.

If you told yourself from a year ago that things would come to this, you wouldn’t have believed it for a second.

But if you also told yourself that you’d grow in ways you didn’t even consider, you wouldn’t have believed that, either.

You [9:10pm]: i do

You [9:10pm]: but i’d rather go home with you..

Looking back, much has changed.

But when you glance over to see him lift his eyes your way, your heartbeat concludes that some things will always stay the same.

You don’t ever think you’ll get over him. 

Which is fine, because you don’t want to.

Yoongi [9:11pm]: You don’t want that lol

Huh.

Of all the responses that he could’ve sent, that certainly wasn’t the choice you were expecting. Cocking a brow at your screen, you respond. 

You [9:12pm]: i do🥺

Yoongi [9:13pm]: Promise you don’t

You [9:13pm]: why not?

What the heck does he—

You hear your name being called, and it takes all of you to not react like you’ve been busted. “Hmm?”

“The party’s this Friday, right?” 

“Yeah.” 

“See,” Dom directs to one of her friends. “Busy.” 

A small smile is offered on your end before impatience ropes you back to your phone. You’re sure the song that’s playing above your head is nice, and you can guess that the giggles in front of you are about Rohan. 

But your full attention is on an answer you’re zero percent positive about. 

What the hell does Yoongi mean? And why is he so damn enticing even over texts? 

Yoongi [9:14pm]: Just cus 

Enticing, your ass! 

You [9:15pm]: wow

Yoongi [9:15pm]: :)))

It’s like that, huh… 

This guy is something else. 

Questioning why you started texting him in the first place, you put your phone down to take a few more sips. Because you’re thirsty. Certainly not to cool yourself down. 

Right.

“Damn, where’s our dessert?”

“I was wondering.” 

Now that people mention it, you agree. It’s been quite awhile since you all ordered, and you feel a bit bad that your party is so big. Damn Dominique and her brilliant way of gaining friends and keeping them. 

She looks positively radiant as she tells another work story, and you laugh a little when you know exactly which one it is. 

Not many people can say they had a tough conversation with their CEO and came out unscathed. But when you save your company a bunch of time and money, no one can really do anything except let it slide. 

Well, and promote you. Which is why all of you were invited to a place like this.

What would she tell you to do now? How would she tell you to respond? 

Probably to press the man for an answer. 

Following sound advice that you manufactured, you go back to your device and start typing.

You [9:22pm]: tell me🥺

He probably won’t, given his stupid, short track record. But damn it, you wanna know! 

The only solace you get from minutes of no texts is that you can always hound him tomorrow. You know exactly where to poke him to make him flinch, after all. 

Yoongi [9:27pm]: Can’t. Heading out now :) 

Oh. 

Forget poking.

The both of you are gonna fight.

You [9:29pm]: RUDE???

You [9:30pm]: ok🙄

After you slip your phone back into your bag, you turn just in time to see him walking away with the others. When he playfully shucks Jimin off at the exit, you wonder if it has something to do with you.

You blink.

Why do you feel so… peaceful? Like life is okay and there isn’t anything that can bother you except the man strolling out the door? It’s such a serene feeling that you feel like smiling for no reason.

For the first time in a long while, the sky in your mind is spotless.

Thunderclouds can’t be seen for miles, and there lies an abundance of soft grass and flowers at your toes—a stark difference from the thick, muddy sludge you’ve been trudging through for days. Weeks. Months. 

And something else drapes over you like a warm blanket, a feeling from the night that you kissed under moonlight. Another time Yoongi blatantly disregarded where you were and simply did what he wanted. 

You craft the scene from memory, staring and realizing that those two have no clue what they’ll go through in the coming days. How the uncertainty between them is going to wither and fade, bit by beautiful bit.

And then you leave them alone.

You join the present with newfound tranquility. Everything around you rings clear, from the voices around the table to the clinks of glasses around the restaurant. The summer breeze announces its presence through open windows, and you wonder if it’s been trying to get your attention for awhile now.

Everything’s good.

Observing a decorative clock on the wall you never noticed before, you can’t believe that you’ve been texting Yoongi for over an hour. In public.

If only you could sit next to him next time. Or maybe even… 

A text comes through.

And you figure that things are fine as they are now. 

Yoongi [9:40pm]: So are you 🤕

Shit, you know you’re beaming but you honestly can’t help it. You truly didn’t know he’d like your outfit this much, and this new information makes you feel more than a bit dizzy. 

Suddenly shy, you text back and hope he sees it when not being orbited by his friends.

Dessert finally arrives a couple minutes later, and it isn’t until ten minutes after that when you get a reply.

You [9:42pm]: i wish i knew you liked them. i have a lot.

Yoongi [9:55pm]: Show me sometime 

Ah. 

You intend to. 

You [9:57pm]: if you behave🥴

Yoongi [9:59pm]: Haaaaa

The giggle you let out is the one that gets you caught. 

You raise your eyes to Yuri and Reia, the two of them giving you smug as fuck looks. “Huh.” 

“You’re so gone, dude.”

“I told you!” 

Swatting their comments down, you give them sheepish lips before muttering, “Shut up.” 

“You are!” 

“Why didn’t you invite him!” 

“She wants to keep him to herself, look at her.” 

“Stop!” you playfully grit. “I told you, we aren’t a thing.” 

“Bullshit.” 

“But you’re married?” 

You outright groan through a grin, feeling bashful and elated and giddy all at once as you laugh with them right after. 

“Go on, keep sexting your man.” 

“I’m not!” 

“Sure you aren’t.”

“Uh huh.”

When they mercifully let you go, you chuckle to yourself before texting back your reply, thrums of doves invading your stomach when he immediately responds. 

You [10:05pm]: jk. i will☺️

Yoongi [10:06pm]: Thank fuck

It should be a crime how attracted you are to this man. 

Well, no.

That isn’t the real issue. While attraction and lust are certainly problems, they aren’t the feelings you’re really worried about. 

Yoongi [10:08pm]: Have fun doll

The scarier feelings are the ones you have to sequester to the innermost parts of your heart. Because your finish line seems a bit too much in reach right now, and you don’t wanna trip right before you can cross it. 

You [10:08pm]: see you tomorrow<33

As soon as you click your phone shut, your head shakes with a tiny smile.

Because somehow, seeing him makes you more nervous than your interview does.

And you’re determined to make the most of both.

—

—

—

—

You can’t.

You can’t leave this alone.

What did Yoongi mean? What did he have on his mind?

After everyone’s made their way to the standing bar, you sneak away to lock yourself in a stall. Inhaling, you ring him up, hoping that Jimin or the other guy aren’t around. 

Thankfully, he answers.

“You okay?”

“I wanna know.”

“Huh?”

Your voice comes out in a whisper, even though you know you’re alone. “What you would do. If you could’ve taken me home.”

The soft chuckle on the line makes you weak.

“You’re in the bathroom, huh.”

“Maybe so.”

“Adorable.”

“You’re stalling.”

“Maybe so.”

“Yoo—” 

Suddenly, some people walk through the door, the sounds of the restaurant a lot louder for a few seconds. After perking up, you realize it’s some of Dom’s friends. 

Do you think they’ll care? Would they even know who you’re talking to? 

Have any of them been with Yoongi before? 

It’s that one stupid question that convinces you to keep quiet. 

“Mm. Can’t talk?”

“I—” Your voice is hushed. “Yeah.” 

“Poor baby.”

Ugh! 

You almost think about hanging up on him, but the deep, knowing laugh that strokes your ear renders you useless.

“I’d blow your fuckin��� back out, doll.”

Fuck.

Breaths turn ragged in a second. Vision is somehow blurred.

You weren’t ready. Fucking hell, you were not prepared. 

“Make you sit on my face until you come.”

You almost moan his name, and you have to press a palm against your mouth to keep it in. 

“Is that what the baby girl wants?”

“Yes,” you whisper, impossibly small and undoubtedly hoarse. 

”What was that?”

“I said fuck you,” you grit a tad louder, lowering your phone volume when Yoongi outright laughs through your speaker. 

“Please do. But get your pretty ass back out there.”

Why the fuck is he so perfect? 

Sighing, you shudder out before obliging. “Okay.”

“And good luck tomorrow.”

It’s not the interview you’re worried about anymore. While you feel prepared for that, you don’t feel ready for what’s to come after it in the slightest. “I’m more nervous to see you.”

For some reason, Yoongi chuckles again. And you don’t have a damn clue know why. 

“Don’t say that.”

Why not? “It’s true.”

“Always so cute.”

Well, you figure you’ll find out either way tomorrow. 

Maybe you’ll think of some preemptive revenge, as well. 

“Bye, babe.”

“See you soon.”

Everything goes silent again, only the ambiance of the bar and the music in the speakers accommodating the space. 

When you stare at your dark screen, you realize a few things. 

One, you’re alone again. Two, you call him babe way too easily. 

And three? 

Whether in secret or not.

You’re seeing someone. 

For real. 

And it’s Min fucking Yoongi.

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tbc. 

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A/N: DID YALL SEE HIS SELFIES TODAY?? HOW TF DID HE KNOW HE’D LOOK FANCY.. anyways, i dunno what else i can say other than this is hopefully a part that was worth waiting for! i’m just glad i could swing it between anytime and 3tan9. did i expect for it to be this big? no lol. but i figured that i would spoil y’all. it’s bday month! i’m feeling pretty good, what can i say skfjlshf but seriously, i love you all so much and i hope this was okay! A/N 2: this is not the end of sundress scenarios >:))) so stay ready  ++ feedback box: ⇥ of course, any reblogs/comments/messages are appreciated! ⇥ for the ones that are too shy to reblog with a review, comment on this, or send a message, i went ahead and made another anonymous form where you can send in what you think! ⇥ no emails collected, no need to put in a username. it’s literally just a comment dropbox :D feedback can be as short/sweet or as long as you’d like! ⇥ here! ++ ⇥ masterlist

[wannaeatramyeon]

Jake Kim x Reader: Spare for Specific Uses

G/N. Jake Kim is just... ughhhhhh.

Your boyfriend has seen the way your eyes cloud with lust every time he wears those gloves.

Hell, even whenever he mentions them you get all shifty.

But the bloodshed, and frankly the history, it has seen renders them useless for other activities.

.

.

Confusion taints your excitement.

Have you missed an important date? An anniversary? Jake's birthday? Your birthday?

"I just thought you would like it," Jake says with a shrug when he notices your hesitation.

Surprise, spur of the moment gifts too? Honestly when you thought this man could get no better, he raises the bar even higher.

You hold the slim box up to your ears and give it a rattle.

It gives nothing away.

"You know you can open it right?" He teases, though you notice his own cheeks dusted pink.

Carefully, you place the box down in front of you and lift the lid.

Oh. Ok...

It's anticlimactic. You fight hard to keep the disappointment off your face, reminding yourself it's the thought that counts.

A pair of black leather gloves, supple and beautifully crafted, sit inside. The size, however...

"Thanks. They're um... Really nice." You pull them over your hands and its large size completely dwarves you.

"Y/N," Jake rolls his eyes fondly and plucks them from your hold, "They're for me." What? "Just watch."

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as if to steady himself.

Then without warning, he opens them.

Half lidded, lazily peering at you from below his lashes with maybe the most fuck-me gaze you have ever seen.

You gulp. That alone would have brought you to your knees. Except-

Keeping eye contact all the while, he pulls one glove almost fully on, large hands and expert fingers manipulating it without struggle-

Brings it up to his lips, gives you a small knowing smile, takes the leather between his teeth and tugs.

Holy shit.

He repeats the movement with his other hand and you find yourself panting.

Holy fucking shit.

In the next devastating move, he run his freshly gloved fingers through his hair.

Disturbing his previously coiffed locks in his usual style and loose strands falling into the messiest, hottest bedhead you have ever seen.

All it conjures up is pure sex. Imagining Jake taking you in all sorts of positions. Body slick with sweat, tattoos glistening under the sheen. Completely naked but for the pair of gloves-

Oh my god.

You realise the deep guttural groan came from yourself. So obscene that it briefly breaks Jake out of his act and he smirks.

Gives you a wink. KO.

Tilts your chin up to his. Double KO.

And the final triple KO, he presses his lips to yours, deepening it until you're clambering and writhing desperately into his lap.

[thetangycheesemanwithaplan]

Eddie: You got this all planned out haven’t you? Probably got a clipboard with a little checklist on and everything

Buck: Firstly, no there isn't a checklist, at least not a physical one

Buck: Secondly, don't act like you wouldn’t be turned on if i had a clipboard right now

Buck: And lastly-yes, I have got plans within the plan, to ensure this time it’s a success. I’d get my metaphorical clipboard out to show you but i think you've lost that privilege

Eddie, laughing: Okay I get it, don't come between a man and his clipboard, real or metaphorical!

Buck: You know it!

[gummytea]

Let me taste your silhouette (x)

Fence fanfic by @supermonkeyball (x)

[crosshairlovebot]

kisses on palms / hunter x gn!reader

pairing: hunter x gn!reader (no y/n). reader has a nickname.

description: hunter is home for a little while, and with his free time, he teaches you how to twirl that vibroknife of his.

word count: 3,844

warnings: minor knife injury. non-graphic injury description. blood mention. 

my first hunter x reader fic! i really loved writing hunter like this <3 he’s so sweet and soft. i hope you enjoy it <3

also posted this on ao3. feedback is welcomed, reblogs are appreciated <3

It was the morning after he’d come home. It wasn’t a permanent stay – it never was, but for now, Hunter sat on the couch in nothing but a white sleeveless undershirt that partially hid the dark hair that covered his chest. His bottom half wore loose grey pants and his hair was bandana-less and tucked behind his ears. His eyes were focused on the holo in front of him, one leg tucked under him, and whilst one arm was stretched out across the back of the couch, the other twirled his vibro-knife nimbly between his fingers.

He was as handsome as he was before he left months ago, perhaps even more so. You admired him from the kitchen, the kettle boiling in the background. You trailed your eyes over the skull tattoo covering half his face and continued down his arm, outlining the bones that lay underneath the skin.

He looked at home here; out of his armour and regulation blacks, and in the casual civvies he always kept in the dresser drawer you gave him. You knew he was aware of your lingering gaze, but he never seemed to mind when you admired him unabashedly like this.

The kettle sounded, snapping you out of your reverie, and you turned away to pour the hot water into two mugs. Hunter preferred tea, with caf usually putting his already heightened senses on edge. You carried over both mugs to the couch, Hunter’s gaze lifted to meet yours as you approached, giving you a closed-mouth smile as he placed the knife on the caf table in front of him and reached for his mug. It was his designated mug that you’d bought especially for him a while ago now. It had a cartoon bantha on it and Hunter pretended to hate it.

“Thank you, ner ka’ra,” he said, wrapping his hands around his mug before he took a sip. You smiled. His star.

These moments of domesticity were something you cherished. They were few and far between. So little time was spent just being together with Hunter. When he managed to see you, he was often only able to stay overnight before he left Coruscant again on yet another mission. He was usually exhausted when he came home to you, his body sagging as he finally let himself relax and crawl under the covers with you, but he still tried his best to stay awake for those moments together.

You’d spend as many hours as you could awake with him, talking into the night, holding each other, feeling your skin move over his before drifting off together. Any little bit of Hunter you got; you would take. You would savour it, cherish it and hold onto it until he came back again – because neither of you knew when that would be.

“Did you sleep okay?” you asked, bringing the warm drink to your lips, and blowing on it gently before sipping it.

Hunter swallowed some tea and smiled warmly at you. “Yeah. I knocked out pretty fast.”

“You did. I even had to take your bandana off.”

Hunter chuckled and ran his fingers through his curls. “Yeah. The mission on Felucia was…tougher than expected.”

You tried not to think about the life-threatening danger he would’ve been in because it didn’t matter now – he was here and safe. You took a sip of your tea. “How long are you staying this time?”

“Right now…until we’re called out. We’re on shore leave for the next couple of days, but we’re still on call. They could assign us earlier.”

You nodded in understanding as he brought the mug to his lips. With the holo playing softly in the background, you thought about his armour piled in the corner of your bedroom, what perils it must have gone through, and how different he looked without it on. His broad shoulders were not as squared and rigid. He looked more at ease. You wondered if, when the war was over, he’d always look like this – and whether you’d get the privilege to see him like that. You didn’t know what the end of the war would hold – if it ever came at all.

“What are your brothers doing with this short time off?”

Hunter shrugged as he took another sip. “The usual.”

“The usual,” you repeated, a teasing smile stretching on your lips. “Just like you.”

Hunter chuckled, placed his already empty mug on the caf table, and picked up his knife again. “You know how it is…the boys have their habits.”

You watched him twirl the knife around in his hand with a playful smirk. “Habits like that?”

Hunter looked at you and then at the knife in his hand and moved to place it down again. “I can stop.”

“I never said that,” you placed your mug down and rested your arm on the back of the sofa, leaning your head to gaze at him. “I like watching you do that.”

Hunter smiled and you could see the tips of his ears turn a little red. He started twirling the knife again, moving it through his fingers with ease. It was almost hypnotising, watching him move the knife with proficient practised movements. He spun it around horizontally, then back vertically, using his index and middle fingers to spin it in figure eights. He then switched to his left hand, repeating the movements. It always amazed you that he was ambidextrous, it was another thing in a long list of qualities you loved about him. He was great in so many ways, but to notice and know the smaller ones that you had to squint to find was almost an honour.

Hunter’s eyes flicked to you gazing at him, and your face must’ve held an expression of awe because he chuckled with amusement. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Very much, yes.”

Hunter laughed, his eyes crinkling up at the sides as the gravelly sound filled the apartment. He halted his movements and held the tip of the blade, handle out towards you. “Wanna have a go?”

You sat up, eyes wide in surprise. “Me? Are you sure?”

Hunter nodded and nudged the handle in your direction. “I’ll show you how.”

You gingerly took the knife from him. It was heavy in your hands, and you turned it over, admiring the personalised carvings in the handle that Hunter added himself. You ran a finger over the glowing yellow lines of the blade and looked up at him. his eyes were on you, something in his expression you couldn’t place…adoration maybe? Or longing? You weren’t sure, but there was a soft intensity to it that left you a little breathless. “You trust me with this?”

“I trust you with my life,” Hunter declared with no hesitation before he shuffled closer to you. Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his proclamation. You trusted him with yours too.

His left leg still pulled up under him, he turned to face you. You mirrored him, crossing your legs as he reached out to touch your hand, holding it in his palm. “I think it goes without saying that we turn the knife by holding the base. You don’t want your fingers near the blade,” he said, using his other hand to trace the handle. “You need to keep the knife balanced, so you need to find the midpoint of the knife. It won’t always be equal halves; some handles are heavier than others and some blades are heavier – it all depends on the knife.”

You nodded along to his words. It seemed simple enough. “Can you find the midpoint?” he asked, moving his hands away. You adjusted your grip, using your fingers to feel the weight of the blade and handle dip on each side until you found the mid-point – just below the top of the handle. You looked up at him for approval and he nodded. “Good. We’ll start slow. First, I’ll show you how to change from a saber grip to a reverse grip; get you used to moving the knife in your hand first.”

You smiled and nodded. You liked seeing him like this, you could see why he was the leader of his squad. “Can you show me first?”

Hunter nodded, taking the knife from your hand, and demonstrating how to change grips. You watched the movement with a furrow in your brow, confused at how he even did that. “Can you show me slower?”

Hunter chuckled. “I’m getting there, ka’ra.” He held the knife still. “You need to hold the knife in the base of your hand, with your palm underneath it, so the knife is secure. Like this,” he showed you, turning his hand so you could see.

You nodded. “Then what?”

“Then you wanna place the handle between your middle and index finger, and then place your thumb underneath the handle so it rests on the other side. Then move your thumb to rotate the base to the top, making sure to keep your other fingers away from the blade and then you wrap your hand around the handle.” He demonstrated the movement slowly, as he talked through it, clearly showing each stage.

You watched intently, trying not to get distracted by his smoky voice and his hands as he spoke. You tried to focus on the words and not on the taunt tendons of his hand as he gripped the knife. You tried to focus on the movements and not his dextrous fingers and the bone tattoo that extended down to his wrist and arm.

“You can use the same technique to move back and forth.” He held out the handle. “Wanna have a go?”

You blinked up at him, his caf-coloured eyes on yours. “Sure.”

You took the knife from him and found the mid-point before you followed his instructions, slowly but successfully changing your grip. You looked up at him with an expression somewhere between elation and pride. “I did it!”

Hunter smiled warmly at you; pride present in the creases of his smile. “Very good. Giving me a run for my credits.”

You laughed and he smiled wider at you. You repeated the technique a few times, the movement becoming more fluid as you practised. Hunter watched you, gently adjusting your fingers at some points. His warm hands over yours, giving you little tips. You smiled at him as he looked up from where your hands touched between you, and he smiled back, his hair coming out from its place behind his ear. He tucked the loose curl back. “You’re getting the hang of it.”

“I have a good teacher.”

The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Wanna try twirling it now?”

You nodded, a little unsure, which he read on your face instantly. “I told you; we’ll take it slow.” Hunter took the knife from your hand and started explaining how to twirl the knife, demonstrating it nimbly before breaking it down in steps slowly. You noted which fingers the knife needed to be in between as it moved over his hand. It was a little daunting and confusing, but Hunter’s teaching was calm and patient.

He seemed eager to show you this skill; to show you a part of himself and share it with you like this. You knew how his vibroknife was a huge part of who he was as a soldier – becoming proficient in it as a cadet. It was his thing. And as you’d grown closer, he’d always taken an interest in the things you enjoyed, and you always tried to do the same.

But this was something else. He had this air about him when he explained the technique – he was so open, the Coruscant sun streaming through the window and lighting his features, making the blade in his hand glint and silhouetting his hooked nose, his dark brown eyes bright. It was easy to fall in love with Hunter, but it was even easier when you saw him like this.

“Ka’ra?” Hunter’s frown broke your daydreams about him. “You all right?”

You blinked. “Hmm? Yeah, of course. Why?”

“I asked  if you want to have a go now.” He said with an amused smirk.

You felt your cheeks go warm. “Sure. I’ll try.” You took the knife from him and got your grip ready.

“Just start slowly. And be careful of the blade, keep your fingers away from it.”

“I know,” you smiled and placed the knife between your thumb and index finger, then slipped the middle finger underneath and weaved the knife slowly through your fingers with your brow furrowed. Hunter watched your movements as you bit your lip, trying to manoeuvre the knife.

“Steady…” Hunter guided. You frowned as the knife suddenly got too heavy between your fingers, and you lost your grip. It slipped out from between your middle and fourth fingers and fell. On reflex, you tried to catch the knife in your hand, but it sliced your palm before landing on the couch between you. It all happened so quickly. You yelped as Hunter, only a split second too late, reached out to your hand as the knife fell, his eyes wide.

“Dank farrik,” he said as you clutched your hand with the other tightly, compressing the wound with your thumb, curling your fingers around the back of your hand. Hunter grabbed onto your wrist with one hand, looking at your tightly wound hands with a frantic expression before he cupped your face in his other hand. “Ka’ra, are you okay? Kriff, where’s your med kit?”

You winced at the stinging pain. “I’m okay. It’s in the bathroom under the sink.”

Hunter jumped up and raced to the bathroom. You heard doors slam and products clatter as he rummaged for it. Your cheeks flamed with embarrassment. How could you be so stupid and let the knife fall? You had been too busy thinking about how pretty Hunter was to pay attention.

Hunter came jogging out with the med kit. Before he sat down, he picked up the knife and put it out of reach from both of you. He opened the kit on the caf table and rifled through it for some antibac.

“I’m sorry,” you said, wincing as you felt the blood begin to pull in your palm. “I didn’t mean to drop it.”

“Why are you apologising? It’s not your fault,” he turned back to you, this worried expression on his face that you had never really seen before and already knew you hated. You wanted to press your thumb into the crease of his brows to remove it. “Can you show me the wound? I need to see how deep it is and apply the antibac.”

You slowly unfurled your hand and removed your thumb compression, grimacing. Hunter’s frown deepened as he saw the wound. It was almost three inches long and stretched diagonally across your palm. He placed his hand gently under yours, resting it in his palm as he looked at it. “It doesn’t look deep. I think you’ve only just sliced it. It doesn’t need stitches,” Hunter said firmly. He was in Sergeant mode. “I’m going to mop up the blood, and then clean it before applying some bacta, okay?”

You nodded and watched him grab a sterile cloth and mop up as much of the blood as he could. His touch was gentle, cradling your hand in his as he blotted the wound.

“This is going to sting a little, okay?” He warned, his voice soft again before he placed the antibac wipe on the wound. You sucked in a breath, holding it for a moment before sighing once the stinging stopped. You felt Hunter’s thumb rub reassuring circles on the back of your hand as he cleaned the wound. The skin of his hand was smooth, if not slightly dry. Other than those caresses, he was quiet, frown still etched into his face as he avoided looking at you. Focused only on the task at hand.

You trailed your eyes up his arm, following the bone tattoo that was covered in soft dark downy hair on his forearm, to his shoulders and across his chest and collarbones. Your eyes moved to watch his face. The beginnings of stubble formed along his cheeks and jaw. You couldn’t even count the times you’d kissed all over this tattoo, feeling his cheeks stretch into a rare wide smile under your lips.

Now, his lips were pressed into a firm line, seemingly deep in thought as he silently cleaned the wound and the rest of your palm. You wondered what kinds of thoughts were swirling around that beautiful head of his. You immediately felt bad for ruining his good mood with your clumsiness.

“I’m sorry, Hunter,” you repeated with a furrowed brow as you watched him. “I should’ve been more careful.”

Hunter looked up at you, a frown still on his face. “Don’t apologise. It’s my fault.”

Your frown deepened. “You weren’t holding the knife.”

He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t have had you practising with a sharp blade like that. Especially not on your first go.”

It all clicked. Hunter wasn’t mad at you. He was mad at himself.

Your expression softened. “It’s okay.”

Hunter shook his head again, still avoiding your gaze with an angry expression on his face as he applied a bacta patch to your palm, smoothing it over with his thumb. “You got hurt.” He said it simply, like it was the only fact that mattered to him.

You tilted your head to look at him. “Things happen, Hunter.”

“They shouldn’t. Not when I’m here.” You watched him carefully as he wrapped a bandage around the bacta patch. “I’m sorry,” he said when he secured the bandage, bringing your hand up to his lips and placing a kiss on the bandaged wound.

“Hunter,” you started, placing your uninjured hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone. “It was an accident. It was nobody’s fault. Please, don’t blame yourself.”

Hunter closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, inhaling your skin before moving his head to kiss your wrist. “It’s my job to keep the people I care about safe.”

“And you’re great at it. Your brothers are lucky to have you looking out for them. You’re so good at what you do, and one accident won’t change that. I hate seeing you punish yourself for things out of your control.” You hold up your injured hand where the soreness is already beginning to dull with the bacta. “Look how quickly you patched me up, and so gently. It already feels better. I’m almost all fixed. Barely even hurts anymore.”

Hunter let out a puff of breath and the corner of his mouth turned up. “I guess you’re right.”

You smiled warmly at him. “Of course, I am.”

Hunter chuckled and nodded to the knife at the end of the caf table. “You almost had it though. Maybe…I’ll give you one of my old training knives…and you can practice while I’m gone?”

Your smile widened. “I’d really like that.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him to you. You felt his arms wrap around your torso and hold you tightly. His face buried in your neck as he relaxed in your arms.

You hoped the embrace held all the words you didn’t know how to say; words that reassured him that you were okay; that the burdens he placed upon himself didn’t need to be so heavy; that you wished you could take some of the weight off his shoulders, not add to it; that you loved him more and more every day and you didn’t think you would ever stop.

You felt him pull your forward as he leaned back on the couch, lying horizontally. You laughed as he pulled you on top of him, careful of your injured hand, your legs between his, chest to chest. You could feel his heartbeat against yours, steady and strong. His arms locked you to him, head nuzzled into your skin because you knew he loved breathing you in from that exact spot.

He once told you that your invisible scent was strongest there. He always retreated into that crook of your neck when he’d come home from a rough run of missions or was tired, or he simply just wanted to be close to you. You supposed he found it comforting, and who were you to deny him of it?

You made room for him by tilting angling your head a little more and spoke into his shoulder, your lips on his warm brown skin. “I mean, I won’t like you being gone but…”

You felt a chuckle rumble through Hunter’s chest. “I have a duty, ner ka’ra.”

“I thought you and your squad didn’t follow orders?”

You felt Hunter smile into your skin as he rolled you off him, so you occupied the space between his chest and the back of the couch. He placed a soft kiss where your neck meets your shoulders before he slowly kissed his way up behind your ear. You closed your eyes and smiled before he pulled back. You trailed your hands down his arms and cracked open your eyes slowly to see Hunter gazing at you. You felt your heartbeat increase as Hunter lifted a hand to hold your chin with his thumb and index finger, a soft expression on his face.

You watched his eyes trace your lips as he brushed the pad of his thumb over them and leaned in, slanting his lips over yours softly. You melted into the kiss, hands gripping at the thin fabric of his undershirt as he kissed you – your injured palm was all but forgotten. Hunter always made things better.

It was a gentle kiss – like if he kissed you too hard after your injury you might break again – but it was by no means unpassionate. He pulled you closer, cupping your face, deepening the kiss, and you moved to clutch his curls. You could smell the forest-scented shampoo he used and feel his breath tickling your cheek.

After a moment that could’ve been seconds, minutes, or hours long, he slowly pulled away, smiling out of the side of his mouth.  You chuckled and rubbed your nose against his, making his chest rumble again. “Would you like another cup of tea?” he asked just above a whisper in the space between you. “I’d like to make one for you.”

You caressed his cheek. “I’d love one.”

Hunter rolled back off the couch and stood up. The sunlight from the window behind him formed a halo around his silhouette, making him look so ethereal and completely and utterly beautiful you couldn’t believe this man was yours. He leaned down to place a kiss on the top of your head before he grabbed your two empty mugs and padded into the kitchen. You sat up to watch him as he filled up the kettle and flicked it on, looking right at home.

thank you for reading <3 here is a gif of hunter’s knife twirling bc it was playing in my head over and over as i wrote this:

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[you-can-call-me-fangs]

Hokage Naruto x Male Reader

a/n: making a quick fic for the ass end of Kinktober, I thought it be fitting to use a classic character and a classic kink, yeah I don't know why but Hokage Naruto got me acting up contains: some good ol' fashion cockwarming

Naruto was where he could usually be found; in his office doing paperwork, piles and piles of paperwork. Normally Naruto would be a little exhausted at this point, tired from several hours of constant writing for this and signing off on that, but today felt a little different.

As Naruto moved foward to place another finished paper in his done pile he stopped just short, his fingers twitching to grip the paper in his hand and his face ingniting in a red hue.

"Aww what's the matter Lord Hokage, feelin' distracted?" You said from behind the seventh, wrapping your arms around his waist and placing your head on his shoulder.

The reason Naruto was feeling so awake today was because his boyfriend currently had his cock lodged inside him. For the past few weeks Naruto had been acting especially sluggish as if work was becoming even more strenuous than normal, so to help Naruto stay up and alert while working you came up with a plan. Have the seventh hokage sit on your dick while he worked. It really was a full proof plan, I mean, who could possibly be unattentive and tired when you were straddling a cock that was constantly touching your prostate and even the slightest movement made you feel aroused? The answer was nobody, not even the hokage himself apparently.

You started kissing the hokage's neck being careful not to leave any obvious marks-- Naruto claimed it wasn't a good image to have as an upholding leader-- only lingering just long enough for Naruto to gently lean into you, tilting his head so you could have better access. You continued, leaving a trail of kisses from the side of Naruto's neck to the back, lightly biting down right in the center. Naruto, completely unprepared, gasped along with a jolt of his body making him remember the dick still inside him. Naruto instinctively reached for the arms of his chair gripping them for dear life while a particularly loud groan left his mouth, he was starting to feel a little sensitive after several continuous hours of you being inside him.

"Wow, you've really done a lot of work today, Lord Seventh, I think it's about time you took a break," you said in a hushed voice muffled slightly by your lips still grazing the back of Naruto's neck, with each word the hokage couldn't help but shiver. "I think it's about time you took a break." As the words were leaving your mouth, your hand had made it's way down to Naruto's crotch quickly feeling the protruding bulge and grabbing a hold of it, it twitched from your touch, you could also feel a large wet spot where his precum had leaked through his pants. Naruto's only response was another loud moan, he was becoming less and less able to hold back his desire for you, he needed you, now.

Naruto's want was something that he didn't even have to use words to communicate to you, you could already tell how desperate he was for you to actually start moving, thrusting your hips into him as hard as you could, not caring who heard either of you fucking right there in the hokage office. You smirked at the thought.

Naruto let out one more pathetic, half concealed moan, "I guess that's a yes," you said before picking you and Naruto up out of the chair and placing him on top of his desk.

You admired the view of Naruto lazily pulling his pants down the rest of the way, freeing his cock, while you moved your hand up his back taking his shirt with you exposing more and more of the athletically built body underneath. You breathed out an airy laugh, looking at the plump ass of the adorable man below you, swaying back and forth from the effort of fully taking off his pants. Grabbing a handful of Naruto's ass you tested pushing your hips even closer, forcing every last bit of your cock inside. You just didn't want to pull out it was far too warm and snug inside Naruto, he fitted you like a glove, like he was made for you and you alone. Naruto began whimpering with each attempt you made at getting deeper inside of him, forcefully pressing against his prostate each time causing him to clench down on you even harder. You joined in with Naruto's little noises, moaning out, getting louder each time he got tighter.

As fun as it was to simply be inside Naruto, to really help him truly make the most of this break from work, you had to start fucking him properly and show him how much of a good stress relieving boyfriend you could be.

Better yet, you could see how much of a moaning mess you could turn the hokage into.