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hongism · 3 years ago

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best lover - p.sh 18+

» p.seonghwa x fem!reader » smut/pwp 18+, fwb!au » language, mentions of alcohol and smoking, explicit smut (smut warnings under the cut) » wc 4.0k » i need to feel your love endlessly, i wanna feel you crash into me, i'm on my worst behavior tonight, pull you out the zone, you more than a friend to me, i wanna feel you, skin to skin with me, let's not rush it there if you ain't on your A game tonight, ain't worth doing shit if you can't do it right - best lover, 88rising & bibi

a/n: caly?!!??! yeah... intrusive seonghwa thoughts won again...

« ♢ » smut warnings: masturbation: f, slight exhibitionism/voyeurism, fingering, manual stimulation, oral sex: f, edging, biting/marking, subtle dom/sub themes, nipple/breast play, nipple piercings, creampie, unprotected piv, intercrural sex, body worship, praise, dirty talk, slight breeding kink, petnames: baby girl/baby/sweetheart/kitten « ♢ »

When the clock moves past midnight, your patience wanes. The thump of a heady bass vibrates through the walls of your little apartment, and although you haven’t gotten any complaints yet, you’re certain the neighbors on either side of you are bothered by the constant, low-thrumming noise. Cool, nighttime air pushes through the balcony door you left cracked open on the assumption that you would be back out there to smoke another cigarette within the hour. If your houseguest plans on delaying things any longer, you might end up out there for the remainder of the night.

Currently though, you’re sprawled out on the couch, feet up over the back as your head dangles off the edge. The position makes your brain feel a little foggy but it’s pleasant in combination with the breeze from outside and the bass-heavy music pumping through your eardrums now.

Your phone buzzes off on the other side of the couch. There’s no effort on your part to collect it or check the notification; at this point, you think you have a fairly decent idea of who it is and what he’s telling you. Briefly, you think your annoyance with him might be a little unfair. He’s barely thirty minutes late tonight and yet you’re ready to give him an earful the moment he sets foot inside your apartment. The fault could be on your shoulders as well; you canceled last week’s ‘appointment’ because your friend invited you to a girls’ night out and explaining why you had to be home before midnight felt like more of a hassle than anything else, so you waved off your weekly session in favor of spending that time with your friend. Maybe this is Seonghwa’s payback (he certainly is petty enough to pull such a move), in which case arguing with him will only earn you a bout of cruelty on his part. Not that you’re opposed to such nights — you simply had other things in mind for tonight, and your desperation after missing just one week of his body on top of yours might be adding to that pulsating need.

The music shifts tone, something with less overall noise and a sultry sort of vibe with its staggered bassline and drawled vocals. You roll your head along the edge of the couch cushion. It’s easy to flip the fabric of your skirt up to rest against your abdomen, and you don’t think twice before pushing your dominant hand under the band of lace underwear that clings to your skin. Air whistles through your teeth as you exhale, middle finger pushing between your folds to brush over the sensitive nub of your clit. You don’t let the touch linger any longer than that and instead move deeper into your panties until you can trace over the wetness of your hole with two fingers now.

You won’t let yourself cum now, if only because you want that right to be reserved for Seonghwa’s touch, but it does help alleviate some of the tension built up in your muscles.

The movements of your wrists are methodical. Drags and circles made in time with the music until your thighs are trembling with the sensation.

It’s the sort of game Seonghwa adores. If he were here currently, you imagine he’d be sitting nearby in the armchair with legs crossed and hands folded neatly over his knee, ever the picture of composure as you touch yourself for him. And while he’s still absent, you take it upon yourself to toy with your clit in a way that would get him riled up and on edge until that facade cracks and he falls into desire alongside you.

The first real dip into your cunt has your back arching up off the couch cushions a little, enough to let you ease your fingers deeper until they’re fully buried between your warm walls.

And the moment the first bitten-back moan slips through, another voice is joining the mix.

“Couldn’t wait a few more minutes, kitten?”

The weight in your head is enough to keep you grounded, so he doesn’t startle you out of your skin, but it also might be because you were hoping he’d slip in and find you putting yourself on display in such a way. Besides, you know it can’t be anyone other than Seonghwa because he’s the only one with a key to your home.

“Maybe if someone hadn’t kept me waiting so long, I wouldn’t have been inclined to touch myself,” you tease in response, keeping your eyes shut as he starts to move around the apartment.

“Well, do go on. Don’t let me interrupt.”

You let out a little hum of laughter but slide your fingers out of your cunt to rest atop your folds instead.

“Where do you want me tonight?”

“Your choice, sweetheart.”

“Just want you to make me feel good tonight,” you say through a sigh as you pull your hand out of your underwear entirely. Seonghwa’s initial response is just a huff. He doesn’t speak again until you hear the telltale sound of his belt coming undone and hitting the floor.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were asking me to make love to you, y/n.”

“…would you do it?” Slowly, you draw your legs down from the top of the couch and twist until you’re sitting upright once more. Your gaze finally finds Seonghwa, landing on his almost disheveled appearance as he’s currently in a state of undress with the clear intention of getting straight to business. You’re more keen on playing around a little more if you’re being honest. His fingers pause on the buttons of his dress shirt, only halfway done with separating them, but his mind seems to clearly be elsewhere at the moment.

When he moves closer to the couch, you sit up straighter to greet him, almost anticipating the fingers that catch under your chin and pull you up to his lips. His flesh is warm against yours, and when his tongue swipes at your lower lip, you taste something fruity on his tongue. Alcohol no doubt, given the smell of his breath. He’s not intoxicated — that much is clear, and you’re grateful for it because it means his movements against you are calculated and knowing. He presses a knee into the couch cushion just beside your hip and leans further over your body. It forces you to crane your neck back even further, but the strain isn’t on your mind when his other hand secures itself under your jaw. He cradles your face with both hands now, tongue still pushed between your lips to explore territory that he’s already claimed time and time again. Still, he kisses you like it’s the first time, like he’s still trying to memorize every inch of you, slow and knowing. The touch is a drug of its own, in your mind.

You let your own hands wander across the broad planes of his chest and trace your fingers down his sides until you can secure a grip through his belt loops. Belatedly, you realize Seonghwa never answered your question verbally.

When he pulls back to let you breathe, you catch the glint in his eyes before he eases you back onto the couch. What you see there is enough of an answer for you. You welcome him back into your personal space moments later, exhaling softly as his hands wander up your torso and catch on your shirt. And despite your earlier desperation, you find his almost agonizing pace quite thrilling right now.

Seonghwa inches your shirt up little by little, and with every bit of skin exposed underneath, he lays his lips to the same spot. He kisses a sweet path up your body like that, tongue darting out some along the way. You’ve made his job easy tonight in not wearing a bra. He shows his appreciation for that by latching onto one of your nipples on his way up. The small licks and nips at your skin have you keening, and each pant of breath he sends over your skin makes your nipples harden further.

“Hands,” he murmurs around the metal rod through your nipple. His teeth catch on it, purely intentional as he tugs at it seconds later until you're whining from the stimulation. “Above your head for me, kitten.” You move according to his gentle order if only to show your cooperation and delight in his pleas. As he already told you, the cards are in your hands tonight, and even if he’s holding this faux sense of control, you’ve got all the power in the palm of your hand. His mouth moves to your other breast as he settles for rolling the first between his fingers.

“Too many clothes,” you whine, moving your knees around his hips. “Wanna feel your skin, Hwa.”

He grunts around your skin but still acquiesces to your subtle request. You miss the touch of his hands almost immediately, even if his teeth are tugging and teasing at your nipple to keep you occupied. It’s worth it, you think, when the heat of his skin finally crashes over you, and before he can return to his ministrations, he tugs your shirt off the rest of the way as well.

“Pretty baby, you look so good under me.” Your lashes flutter as Seonghwa’s hands wander across your body. You feel when the zipper of your skirt catches before he pulls it off fully, then the soft scratching of lace against your ass and thighs as he rids you of the last bits of clothing. You only open your eyes again when his weight eases off you a little.

“Hwa…”

“Be good and patient for me, sweetheart, I’ll take good care of you.” The words are spoken in a tone that’s dangerously soft, but you opt not to think about it in favor of running a hand down the freshly exposed skin of Seonghwa’s torso. He catches you by the wrist, long fingers twisted around your skin, and you only realize your mistake right then. Still, despite your little disobedience, he’s gentle as he lifts your hand to his lips and kisses along the palm of your hand. “If you allow me to, that is.”

Your gut twists, and it feels almost as though he’s set your body on fire with those simple words paired with the flickering gaze he sends you at the same time.

“Be good to me,” you murmur, fingers twitching around his jawline. “You know how to do it best, after all.”

Seonghwa steps up to drop his pants to the floor as you fall back against the couch once more. Your hands return to their former position above your head, and even when Seonghwa comes back between your legs, he makes no effort to hold them there. Instead, his fingers slip between your legs and over your folds, cascading through the wet arousal there as he leans over your body. His nose pushes into the underside of your jaw. You expose the skin further when his long fingers nudge their way through your folds. Both of you exchange shuddered exhales when your body opens up around him. The pad of his thumb settles against your clit with just enough force to make you tighten your walls a little more.

“Ah, Seonghwa.” Your tone is borderline reverent, a sweet sigh into his hair, and it has a clear effect on the man over you as his lips draw the skin of your neck between his teeth. Each gentle suck comes with a swipe of his tongue, paired in rhythm and pace with the explorations of his fingers below your abdomen. You lay back and take each touch gladly, even when he slides further down your body and marks a whole line of love bites from your neck down to your hip. His gaze flits up from the mound of your cunt to your face when he eases himself between your legs, nose almost kissing your clit. In one swift movement, he spreads your legs further to welcome him better. It comes with a sharp hook of his fingers deep inside your walls. Your next moan is a startlingly-loud cry only dampened by the music still ringing around your bodies. He finds your sweet spot in the same moment that his tongue pushes into your pussy alongside his digits without warning. His eagerness makes the tip of his nose press hard into your sensitive bud as well, which only heightens the pleasure rushing through your system. The urge to bring a hand down to curl through his hair is so tempting that you almost give in. “W-Wanna ride your face so bad, Hwa, want it s-so much.”

He sits up enough to let you see his face, tongue hesitating at the corner of his lips for just a second before he drags it back into his mouth.

“Then have at it, sweetheart.”

Seonghwa settles back into his prior position with his tongue stabbed haphazardly into your entrance. The angle makes it difficult, but he seems keen on letting you have your way because he’s stopped moving entirely now. You nearly whine in frustration at his insistence. There’s a smile on his lips, one you can feel against your skin. It’s also one that you wipe off his lips instantly with the first roll of your hips upward and into his face, a bit harshly although not intentionally.

“This isn’t—” you really do let out an exasperated huff now “—what I meant!”

“I’m sure you can make it work, baby,” Seonghwa murmurs into your clit when you next roll your hips up. He secures his hands around the tops of your thighs and brings your legs a little higher up, enough to let you rock into his face with more ease even if you can’t steady his head yourself. It’s lewd and dirty, especially to watch from your point of view, but that only serves to make your arousal deepen to the point where you’re nearly on the brink. Seonghwa must feel the way your legs tremble around him because he shoves them down seconds later without letting you reach your high.

“Hwa! I thought you said you were gon—”

He pushes up into your space and lays a kiss against your lips to shut you up. You taste yourself on his tongue as it pushes into your mouth to tangle with your own. When his fingers dig hard into your thighs, blunt nails biting at your flesh, you gasp into his mouth. He slips away to sit up on his knees.

“Can I fuck your thighs, kitten?”

You inhale so sharply that it hurts deep in your chest, and rather than offering a vocal response, you manage a series of nods. Seonghwa bends over the edge of the sofa next, digging around his pants on the floor without explanation, and you’re left to stare blankly at his motions until he sits upright with an almost-subtle packet in hand.

“Did you really go around all day with a plastic packet of lube in your pocket?” You accuse when he grins at you. The grin quickly devolves into a small frown that could be mistaken for a pout.

“Hey, I ran home before coming here.”

“And your first thought was to get a pack of lube? When you know I keep a whole bottle in the bedroom?”

“Oh, come on, don’t get onto me for being prepared. You never replace that shit anyway; could be expired for all we know.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his antics, but in the long run, you’re rather grateful that he thought of that because it means you don’t have to go without feeling his body against yours any longer now. He tears at the edge of the packet with his teeth, spatting the foil over the coffee table before returning back to your body. There’s really no need for any preamble at this point, you two have gone about this enough times to fall into the easy rhythm that comes with it — him spreading the chilly lube over the insides of your thighs, you hoisting your heels up on one of his shoulders and keeping your legs pressed firmly together, and then finally Seonghwa nudging his way between your thighs with his length. The sight is heady, to say the least, with his tip poking out when he’s fully flush with the backs of your legs. A crude mimicry of the real thing, in your mind, but Seonghwa’s infatuation with the act has bled into your own derived pleasure from it. You let him guide the pressure of your thighs around his cock and let him use your body for his pleasure in a similar way to how you used him not too long ago. He watches his length disappear between your skin with knitted brows and so much focus that he almost seems to be in a daze, thrusting hard and fast to the point where his hips slap against your legs with a stinging force. It’s made vastly easier thanks to the lube, although you can’t keep your mind from drifting back to the one (and only) time you dared to try this without assistance.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me,” Seonghwa hisses through his teeth, tugging your thoughts and attention back to him.

“Y-Yeah? Like using me, baby?” The jerks of his hips nearly knock the breath out of you, and it is getting progressively more difficult to keep your hands in place over your head. The whimper Seonghwa lets out is borderline pathetic as he nods desperately. Again, his nails press into your flesh. This time, you can feel the deep crescents left in his wake, the pleasant sting and burn paired with the arousal at the thought that those marks will linger for you.

“Love using you and your pretty body. Every inch of you… fuck, y/n, I’m gonna cum.”

“In me,” you blurt. “You’ll cum in me, won’t you?”

“Of course,” Seonghwa answers, a little breathless and disoriented. He lets your thighs fall from his shoulder as he pulls away from your body a little. As your legs slip down to rest against the couch once more, you catch sight of the way his cock twitches helplessly.

“God, we’re both gonna last two seconds like this.” You can’t help but laugh because you’ve been teetering back and forth on the edge for so long now that it’s beginning to get painful, and Seonghwa looks mere moments from bursting at the seams himself.

“I’ll make it last, promise.” He leans over you once more, and this time you do drop one of your hands to thumb over his flushed skin. His chest presses against yours as he lets his weight rest on top of you. Skin to skin, your lips search for his. This kiss is a bit fonder than the last, no tongue involved or needed in favor of a simple sweet and chaste peck before he’s redirecting his focus to guiding his cock between your folds. You blindly search for one of his hands even though he’s preoccupied, perhaps edging on desperate in your desire to hold him still. Seonghwa grants your wish after pushing into your tight heat just a little. His fingers slot between your own and hold tight. And just as promised, he slides his length into your cunt so painstakingly slow that it’s borderline insufferable. “So tight, christ, y/n, you… fuck.”

“You have such a way with words,” you laugh, twisting his wrist a little as he bottoms out deep inside you.

“What should I say instead then? I’ll tell you anything you wanna hear, sweetheart.” Seonghwa shifts his free hand to pinch your chin between his index finger and thumb. Something is clearly on his mind, otherwise, he wouldn’t be staring at you with such an expression, but you don’t get the chance to ask what he’s thinking about because he pulls out to the tip and rolls his full length back into you in one smooth movement. “You fit so perfectly around me. My cock fills you up just right, your body responds to all my touches so nicely, I know all the buttons to press to get you riled up and needy. I was fucking made to fuck you, y/n.”

“Made for me,” you murmur through a moan, tossing your head back as Seonghwa begins to fuck you in earnest.

“Tell me to cum in you, baby, tell me I’m the only one who can.” You don’t respond right away mostly due to the fact that he’s quite literally fucking the moans out of your mouth and you can’t recover enough to speak, but you do squeeze his hand a little tighter as your back curls off the couch cushions in an act of desperation. And almost as though he knows the exact language your body is speaking in this moment, he shifts his angle in search of your g spot again. It’s a little sloppy, probably because you’re both so delirious with a need for release, but he gets there eventually after a little trial and error and when he finally drags his cock over it, you cry out louder than before.

“Touch me, t-touch me, please, Hwa, I’m so cl-close.” His free hand is moving before you can even finish the thought and reaching down to your pussy. You’re so pent-up with desire that it only takes three little rolls of his fingers over your clit to have you tumbling over the edge of a drastically intense orgasm. Seonghwa fucks you through the waves of it, washing praise after praise over you as you swim in the pleasure, but his words go in one ear and out the other without you truly processing them. You’re trying your best to recover quickly because he’s waiting for you, anticipating the permission that he needs to get off. You only let him wait until you’re sane enough to spit out hasty words. “Cum in me, Hwa. F-Fill me up like I’m yours.”

His hand releases yours in search of finding purchase on your hip. His last few thrusts are staggered and impassioned with your walls still pulsing around his dick as he cums. Your cunt milks him for all he’s worth until his body finally gives in to the spent exhaustion.

He falls over you, bracing his weight on his elbow at the last second to keep from entirely crashing face-first into your forehead. Even though he’s struggling to catch his breath, you offer him no relief because the overwhelming desire to capture his lips with your own wins and you plant one more kiss on his mouth like it could be the last, like you do every time the two of you fall into pleasure this way.

“Gotta stop doing this,” he pants when you part.

“Hm?”

“Gonna start wanting you more than once a week at this rate.”

You offer a half-smile and tilt your chin to the side.

“Fine by me.”

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meloncalic · 3 years ago

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For the song thing maybe host👉👈

yessssss the Hosty with the mosty

right off the bat (hA get it):

classical music

i think i saw a headcanon in like 2017(?) that host likes classical (as well as plays the violin) and its stuck with me KJHDSKJHD its what i mostly associate him with

specifically, the Four Seasons by Vivaldi (especially Winter), Devil's Trill Sonata by Tartini, and Danse Macabre by Saint-Saens

other than that, here are 2 others (non-classical) for the Hosty boy:

1. Blood in the Cut by K. Flay

"I need noise I need the buzz of a sub Need the crack of a whip Need some blood in the cut"

i have this.. really specific headcanon for Host that he needs audio input or else he cant really think. it distracts his brain from the constant narration. youll find him wearing headphones sometimes. idk if that makes any sense KJSDHJDS,,

(i think the poor dude is just inundated with thoughts constantly of everything going on around him and sometimes he just needs a break)

and also just his violent ~vibes~

2. Down by Marian Hill

random. but at one point there was one (1) host edit on youtube, and it was done to this song. so ive just associated it with him ever since

honorable mention:

Soldier, Poet, King by Oh Hellos

musically, does not fit his vibe at all imho. but the lyrics have very storytelling and prophetic themes, so i am conflicted.

#markiplier #the host #thank u for the ask anon!!#if anyone has a more (dare i say) gritty (?) version of soldier poet king gimme *grabby hands*#calsdumbthoughts #ego song asks

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thatsadorbsyo · 4 years ago

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5 Songs

UPSAHL - People I Don’t Like

Blah, blah, blah, I'm so bored Love your shoes, tell me more On and on about yourself Can't you bother somebody else?

Ashnikko - STUPID Feat. Yung Baby Tate

Stupid boy think that I need him I go cold like changing seasons I go red hot like a demon I go ghost for no damn reason

Madison Beer - BOYSHIT

I don't speak boyshit I don't speak boyshit 'Cause I don't speak boy, no I don't speak, I don't speak, I don't speak boyshit

Aidan Alexander - Guts

I know that apathy is dead So kiss your gun and shoot me, dead already, I'm so fucking bored I know I'm messing with your head I know you think about what I do when I'm in bed and I'm bored

Alice Longyu Gao - Rich Bitch Juice

Have some juice, honey Rich bitch juice You’ve been sad, lately Need to let loose

nothing, nowhere. - letdown

I'll drive all night through my hometown You can drive your knife through my chest now I'ma crash my car by your old house 'Cause all I'll ever be is a letdown

6LACK - Prblms

Tell her you love her when next week you just want your space Why you do, why you do that? Tell her you want her but next week you do your own thing Why you do, why you do that

K.Flay - Blood In The Cut (Aire Atlantica Remix)

I need noise I need the buzz of a sub Need the crack of a whip Need some blood in the cut

Michael Medrano - Fluids

I kissed this pretty girl on the dance floor I took her boyfriend to the bar, kissed him a little more They got me wavy like a Malibu sunset Still taste that coconut every time I think of them

blackbear - hot girl bummer

That college dropout music every day Leg day she be too thick And my friends are all annoying But we go dumb, yeah, we go stupid

Tagged by @fleetingfigures

#music #miles insp #jared insp

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snakedevour · 4 years ago

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 : share five songs / pieces of music that represent your muse! repost, don’t reblog !

blood in the cut - k.flay i need noise / i need the buzz of a sub need the crack of a whip / need some blood in the cut

devil - ANTIBOY take a seat, take a seat / it's a weary journey so sit down relax in defeat and the glory of this empty sound you shine the devil into me / a pretty lover can't break free

horns - bryce fox she got blood cold as ice / and a heart made of stone but she keeps me alive / she's the beast in my bones she’s got two little horns and they get me a little bit

where the lonely ones roam - digital daggers won't you come out? / we could paint the town red kill a little time / you can sleep when you're dead cause it isn't over yet / get it out of your head chase a couple hearts / we could leave 'em in shreds meet me in the gutter / make the devil your friend

play with fire - sam tinnesz insane, inside the danger gets me high can't help myself / got secrets i can't tell i love the smell of gasoline / i light the match to taste the heat

tagged: @indeath 🥺 tagging: @namenoted, @gardenof, @vessillya, @geosis, @chufa (beidou!), @tasaina

#ME WHIPPING OUT MY SPOTIFY #i tried to link the most harmless official versions of these videos but uh #cw knives on blood in the cut #cw glitching on devil #+ general visual fuckery #*/ faustian facet !

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 5 years ago

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In Chains (Chapter Four) Rusty Chains (Trafalgar Law)

Samira rocked her rounded hips to a foreign tune as she waited for the timer to activate on the dryer. It wasn’t hard work, despite her broken arm, but the quantity of dirty clothing made her head spin in doubt. She had never seen a pile so immense, and yet accustomed to the simple mechanics of the machine – Shachi taught her the effective way to use it – the pile never came to be done.

A curse, she alleged. The clothes had to be. How else were they amassing? Samira panted and brushed her lengthy white hair over her shoulder. It was sticky and musty beneath the engine room. Take away the music and she was confident that sooner or later she’d lose her mind.

In regards, Samira pressed the button to replay the piece once it ended. She resumed her dancing as the notes poured from the opening of the shark eye. Remarkable, this device was. Samira had never seen one before; Shachi called it a tone dial, a moon shaped shell decorated with russet bands that recorded sound and replayed it back. He revealed to her – when she asked – that a member of his crew bought the foreign dial at a merchant stall. It came preset with the tune, but could be recorded over if ever they found a piece better suited to their tastes. She hoped not; she honestly liked this tune. It lured her to dance.

The timer on the dryer went off with a loud buzz, and Samira returned to her work. She fished out the toasty polyester boiler suits and dumped them into a large rolling cart, then put in another soggy batch from the washer. Swaying over to the amassing pile on the floor, she gathered as much as her arms could tote, intending to wash another load, but a noise caught her attention.

Samira turned towards the stairs and saw Ikkaku there, watching her with a canny smile.

“Oh! I wasn’t aware you were standing there.” Samira laughed softly and filled the washer. She played off her shock incredibly well; her heart was honestly pounding.

Ikkaku ambled over and leaned against the machine. “Sorry for that, but I didn’t want to interrupt. You dance extremely well.”

“That … oh, that was just me swaying from side to side. There’s an entire dance that goes along with it,” she explained.

Samira was not timid when it came to music and dance. Her mother taught her plenty about the world; traditions and lore. Her favorite was learning the various styles of dance – she’d perform them in front of the people of her homestead. The one Ikkaku caught her doing was invented by her country.

“An entire dance, huh? Ya got to show me some time,” said woman chirped.

Samira agreed and leaned against the machine next to Ikkaku. She got along fine with said woman; they shared an honest sized room, and with the brief time given, they became quick friends. Samira didn’t reveal much about herself, other than her dislike of the crew’s uniforms, but Ikkaku didn’t share much with her either. She wanted to know how such an amiable woman came to be a pirate, but like herself, thought that whatever reason she had was her own business.

“Are these clothes cursed? They seem to be growing.”

Ikkaku gave her a look of shock, then laughed. “Almost seems that way, doesn’t it? But, no. Some of the crew in the engine room go through uniforms quicker than the others, so they dump them into the chute and they amass down here. Shachi did ya real dirty, making ya do this chore; though it’s better than others.”

“I’ll be sure to thank him when I see him again,” Samira huffed.

She would honestly like to see that; fortunately, she would. “We’re expected to reach the next island soon; a place called the Crocus Sea. Ask nicely and the Captain may let you come with us.”

“I’m certain he will,” Samira said darkly.

Law swore to hand her over to the authorities upon reaching the island. She knew nothing about him, but she assumed he was true to his word. Her heart filled with dread. Was there no way to sway his decision? Perhaps ask him to let her go. Samira hadn’t seen Law, or heard from him since he dispatched her from his care; her arm was evidently fine enough for him not to worry about.

“About how long do you suppose it will take to reach the island?”

Ikkaku hummed in thought. “Not sure, but trust me, you will know it when we get there.”

“Mester (mister) Trafalgar stays mostly in his room, correct? I need to speak with him about something.”

She wittingly smiled. “Remember to be nice.”

Samira agreed with a brief nod and hurried up the stairs. The engine room was vacant as she ambled down the narrow walkway, a rattling web of various metal devices at both her sides, but the air was still hot and sticky. She felt a significant difference as she excited the room and moved up a second flight of stairs. This set opened up into the crew bunks, the exact area she needed to be in. Law had a room at the end of the hall – thank the gods that Shachi gave her a tour, at least of the bottom levels.

The same hatch door Samira involuntarily spent time behind came into view. She stood in front of it for a moment, hesitant to knock, but the eager part of her, wanting to get this over with, brought down her fist in a series of gentle knocks. She waited patiently for Law to allow her in, then did so as he directed.

Law was seated at his desk, combing through a thick book; its title she couldn’t read. His eyes hardly lifted from its pages, but she knew that he was paying attention.

It surprised her even less that Law already knew why she was visiting him.

“Worried about my intentions with you?”

Samira sighed. “At first, of course, but I know that your plans for me have not changed. I came to ask for your permission to join the crew when they go onto the island.”

“Do you take me for an idiot?”

She grunted and shook her head. “I assumed that you’d come along, and I … will stay by your side the entire time.”

“That is something we can agree on. You can join us,” Law affirmed. He sat the book down on the desk top and grinned. “But under one condition.”

Samira narrowed her eyes. He agreed promptly; too promptly in her opinion. It crossed her mind that maybe he wanted her to ask, but Samira wasn’t for sure. She was concerned, but agreed nonetheless.

“The island we’re heading to is mostly uncharted. Its magnetic waves aren’t strong enough to record with a Log Pose, so on our way across the Grand Line, we paid it no mind. I have reason to believe that something of interest to me is on that island, but I also believe the island to be dangerous, therefore if you intend to tag along, I demand that you wear a suit,” he explained.

She pouted in defeat. “I should get ready then. Mutasakkir ‘awi (thank you very much).”

Samira dismissed herself, averse to the whole idea – mostly because of the bounty; partially because she strongly disliked the boiler suits. In any case, she needed to speak with Ikkaku before they surfaced.

“Told ya so,” Ikkaku hollered.

Despite her raising her voice over the alarm, Samira could not hear her. It howled across the sub like a monkey for a few minutes, then all at once ended. A sonorous voice replaced it, notifying the crew that the Polar Tang was surfacing. Samira removed her hands from her ears and gave Ikkaku an eager look.

“Can we go up now?”

She laughed. “Aye. The sub will resurface by the time we reach the upper level.”

Samira lurched forward with the first step – the leather boots she was given were heavy and hard to move around in – but steadied herself as she followed the teasing woman from their bunk. She witnessed a small number of the crew scurry from their shared rooms; some heading towards the engine room, and some heading up to the next level. Samira took the stairs and closely walked behind Ikkaku as she led the way. She had been on the upper level a few times with Shachi; its where the crew ate breakfast and dinner, an extensive galley with a fridge and well stocked pantry were also on this level.

There was even a large hatch double door that Samira was curious about. She never asked Shachi where it led, but she had an idea. It was wide open as she and Ikkaku made it to the top of the stairs; rays of warm and natural light leaked in. She smiled in excitement. They were at last outside.

Samira walked out onto the deck and took a deep breath. The fresh air was marvelous; it was thick and humid, but superb compared to the stale air inside the sub.

“Nice, don’t ya think?”

She agreed with Ikkaku and leaned back her head to glance up at the evening sky. The length of hair braided over her shoulder fell down her back as she did so. “Feels like forever since I’ve seen the sky. I don’t know how any of you can tolerate that muggy submarine for long periods of time.”

“You get used to it after so long,” Ikkaku mentioned. She looked around and sighed in disappointment. Her crewmates were fast at work, expecting one another to contribute. “I should help out, but explore if you want to. I don’t think the Captain will mind as long as you stay within his line of sight.”

Samira thanked her and walked over to the side of the sub. A black wrought iron railing kept her from tumbling into the swampy water below, yet she was careful not to lean over it as she peered down at the frame of the sub. Her eyes widened in shock. It was larger than she thought; a dynamic yellow craft that barely cracked the surface. She spotted the emblem on the far-left side, the same smiling face Law wore printed on his hoodie; the same emblem printed on her uniform. It bothered her that she couldn’t remember where she had seen it before. It was so unusual.

“What’s on your mind, Amunet-ya?”

She lurched in fear, then gave Law a glare. “Don’t sneak up on me. You about made me fall over.”

“I doubt that,” he stated. “But had you fallen in; you would have surely drowned.”

Samira pouted. “Some doctor you are. Wouldn’t even save me if I were to fall in.”

“Does that mean you can’t swim?”

She thought about it for a moment. No. She supposed that she never learned. “My country doesn’t have a lot of rivers or lakes, and the few it does have, well … it’s not safe to swim in them.”

Law rested against the railing in thought. That didn’t tell him much. Suppose he did toss her overboard. Would she sink, or swim? He was well aware of her wondering eyes on him.

“You’re staring,” he told her.

Samira felt her cheeks heat up. “I don’t mean to, but I don’t think I’ve seen you wear anything but a hoodie since I’ve been aboard your sub.”

He was dressed in a sea foam colored jacket with yellow linked bands over an open vest with a hood and a light gray shirt. Samira caught a glimpse of ink peeking out from the neck of his crew cut, but opted not to comment about it; most people had tattoos.

“We’re venturing into a tropical moist forest, Amunet-ya. My choice of attire is not really your concern,” he retorted.

She agreed. “It’s not. I was making an observation is all.”

“Then you’re aware that your arms are supposed to go into the sleeves of the boiler suit?”

Samira rolled her eyes. Yeah, she knew. There was nothing wrong with tying them around her waist. She was wearing the damned thing, wasn’t she? Plus, she wore a loose-fitting shirt with bell sleeves to protect her arms.

“I can’t fit my cast through the armholes.”

Law grinned in enjoyment. “Then don’t cry to me when you get eat up by insects.”

“Tozz fiik (screw you),” she hissed.

He snorted. “Speak in a language that I can understand, Amunet-ya. I’d hate to exclude you from the party before you ever left the sub.”

“Aye, Meister (mister) Trafalgar,” she retorted with a pout.

She peered over the railing again. The sub appeared to be drifting down a wide bending river with an abundance of plant life on each side.

“Where is this river taking us?”

Law thought about keeping this information from her – she was all in all a visitor aboard his sub – but decided to keep her informed because she was going with them.

“The sub is moving to the other side of the island, but the plan is for us to disembark before then. Our helmsman will steer out to sea and watch for my signal to circle around and pick us back up,” Law explained slowly. “I told you earlier that the Log Pose can’t read the magnetic waves of the Crocus Sea because they’re too low, however on the island is different. The magnetic waves are exponentially higher.”

Samira understood to an extent. She knew a bit about navigating, forced to travel the sea on her own for some time. Once on an island, the Log Pose would reset. The given time in which this took varied.

“How long do you think it will take for the Log Pose to reset?”

Law was frank. “I don’t know enough about the island to answer that. You will need to be ready when I give the signal; we don’t intend to stop.”

“What’s the signal?”

She grunted in annoyance as he walked away, leaving her alone with unanswered questions. Samira mouthed a curse at him and continued her survey of the ship. At this time the crew had the sails lowered; two masts on the front and back levels of the deck showed the extent of the billowing wind. She watched them for a minute until her name was called; Shachi waved at her from the front deck, but remembering how dirty he did her, Samira playfully turned up her nose and ignored him. She didn’t catch his reaction, but she heard Ikkaku laugh as she stood beside her.

“Serves him right,” she chirped happily. “Keep this up, and he’ll be reduced to a blathering mess by the end of the day.”

Samira lifted her hand to her mouth and laughed. “He absolutely deserves it, but I hope he doesn’t take this too seriously.”

“He’ll be fine … come on; the party is meeting up top.” Ikkaku took her hand and led her back through the double hatch doors and back into the sub.

At the other end of the galley was a set of identical doors that opened up onto the upper deck. A small group of four were stationed there. Shachi and Penguin were among them – the latter she met shortly after Law released her from his care – including the doctor himself and a white bear wearing an orange boiler suit; it carried a large sword over its shoulder.

“Is the bear real?”

Samira was in awe. She had never seen a beast so cute in her entire life.

“As real as you and me, and he talks. His name is Bepo. You haven’t yet met him, because he mostly stays in the control room. He’s our navigator,” Ikkaku explained.

She quietly squealed and rocked her hips from side to side.

“He’ll be thrilled to hear that you aren’t scared of him,” the pirate mentioned with a smile. “He tends to get depressed easily, so if you speak to him, remember that.”

Samira frowned. Why ever would she be scared of him? Her country was filled with frightening beasts and terrible people. She doubted that Bepo was anything like them.

“Get ready to go ashore,” Law called out, breaking her thoughts.

She witnessed him walk over to the railing near the back of the deck and bounce something tiny and spherical in his hand. Samira looked to the horizon and noticed a small ship anchored near the bank. It was clearly a pirate ship. No one seemed to be on it though. Had it been abandoned? She barely had time to think before she was swallowed by a clear blue dome. Seconds later, she was staring at the Polar Tang as it sailed on by.

What just happened? Samira took an unsteady step and franticly glanced around. She and the others were on the deck of the abandoned pirate ship. But how?

“You okay, Samira?”

Said woman lurched forward in shock and gave Ikkaku a bemused look. “We were just on the sub. How did we get here?”

“Our captain has Devil Fruit powers,” she easily explained.

Devil Fruit powers?

“I don’t know what that means,” Samira replied. She had never heard of such a thing. Did Law really move them from one area to another with this power?

Ikkaku hummed in thought. “I don’t know too much about them myself, but some people even claim the eater of a Devil Fruit is cursed until death. The Captain would know more about it though.”

“Cursed … like me,” she uttered.

She and Law had more in common then she originally thought. Her eyes moved to said man as he spoke privately with Shachi and Bepo. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt connected to him somehow. Like heavy rusted chains were wrapped around them.

Bepo curled up his nose in disgust. The smell was too strong to ignore. He easily located the source as soon as his captain moved them onto the ship.

“It’s the same, isn’t it?”

Shachi knew he didn’t have to ask. It looked the same, a dart attached to a base that was shaped like the head of a frog. But what was it doing here? Lodged in the mast. And where was the crew? Penguin was still searching the insides of the ship as Law ordered as a precaution.

“Can you track the scent, Bepo? We need to find the crew,” Law directed.

Said bear whined in protest. “I can, but it stinks horribly.”

“Your nose will save us some time,” Shachi mentioned, nearly shoving the dart into his face. “So, suck it up buttercup and get to tracking.”

Bepo crooked his head and apologized. He coughed as the bitter smell invaded his nose. The scent went further into the forest.

“Northeast; that’s the strongest and most recent trail.”

Law sighed. He was hoping to find them closer to their ship. His eyes moved across the deck to Samira; she appeared distracted, staring at him in thought.

A grin curved his lips.

Soon Amunet-ya. Real soon.

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Better When it Feels Wrong (m)

➛pairing: saeran x reader/MC ; unknown x reader/MC ➛genre: halloween shenanigans. smut. porn with a plot if you squint really hard. ➛word count: 4,643 ➛rating: nsfw/mature ➛warnings: alcohol use, rough sex, unprotected sex, slight dom/sub, rough oral/face fucking (male & female receiving), over-stimulation, squirting ➛notes: Well, here it is! This is the piece I wrote for the @2019loveforallseasons project, which has been released (and is gorgeous, if I say so myself). I was very honored to be included in this with some amazing people, and am grateful for the experience. It still weirds me out to think people own physical copies of my smut, but in a good way 😜. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!

“Truth or Dare?”

“Really Trustfund, you’re asking me?” Zen scoffed, swigging the last dregs of his beer before reaching for a new one.

“Do you have trouble understanding the question? Would you like me to repeat it for you...slower?” Jumin smirks, pouring the remains of a vintage red into his and Jihyun’s glasses.

You couldn’t help but laugh; the light buzz of alcohol pumping through your veins, tinting your cheeks. This wasn’t what you had expected when you invited the RFA over for a planning meeting. The Halloween Bash was only a few days away and there was still so much that needed to be finalized. However, the sight of your boyfriend slumped against his twin, laughing loudly at Zen’s disdain, would surely make tomorrow’s hangover worth it.

Saeran looks down at you before throwing his arm over your shoulder, amusement pulling at his lips as he takes in your glassy eyes and drunk-flushed face. He truly is beautiful, you think, still amazed by the fact that you’re lucky enough to call him your own.

Staring into his eyes, you didn’t hear what Zen was asked to do after he agrees to ‘dare’, instead leaning up to press a quick and small kiss to the side of Saeran’s mouth. While you had been together for a while now, the euphoria of being able to kiss him, to touch him had yet to fade. You linger for a moment, relishing in the way his skin feels under your lips.

It’s the cries of laughter that pulled your attention back the room. Zen was swinging his hips slowly to the music that, up until now, had served only as background noise, sashaying himself closer and closer to a very flustered Jaehee. When his arms cross to whip his shirt off, swinging it in circles over his head, Saeyoung stands up, screeching.

“Okay! Enough, enough! It’s been more than 30 seconds!”

“But I was just getting into it!” Zen pouts, shrugging and sitting back down, reaching for his beer.

Jumin’s eyes were brimming with tears, his hand wiping them away as they spilled over his lashes and down his ripened cheeks. It only took a glance to let you know that Yoosung and Jihyun weren’t fairing much better.

These idiots.

You love them.

“Okay, so that leaves…Oh. It’s your turn,” Jaehee smiles at you, nodding her head as you reach for the drink in front of you and shot it back. The soju burned, but you love the pleasant thrum – only rivaled by the way Saeran was smoothing circles into your shoulder.

“What will it be? Truth or da-“

“Actually, Jaehee, I haven’t gotten to ask anyone yet. Let me take this one.”

You roll your eyes as Saeyoung waggles his eyebrows at you. You know that he was taking this game very seriously and instantly realized that if he was the one asking, there was only one, definitive answer.

“Fine. Truth. And don’t pout at me – your dares are honestly terrifying.” You pour yourself another shot, fingers circling the glass.

“What’s one fantasy you have?”

“Pfff, really? And you call yourself a God-”

“I wasn’t finished. What’s one fantasy you’ve had...that you’ve never told Saeran?”

You gulp then, your eyes widening with a glare. That little shit. He looked beyond pleased, a hand coming to rest under his chin as he stares at you expectantly. Shifting nervously, you peer at Saeran in your peripherals, attempting to gage his reaction.

He gives away nothing.

Your mind immediately goes back to that night…the first time he showed Unknown to you, all those months ago at Saeyoung’s apartment. Unknown...he was rough and dominating; his words clipped and bruised, demanding obedience, and as much as you hated to admit it, you couldn’t help the rush of arousal that pooled in your belly. Ever since returning, he treated you reverently, like a precious piece of glass, one that would crack too easy. Gentle and nurturing, he still pleased you every time you were intimate, always checking in and making sure your needs were met first. But you knew he was holding back, and there was a part of you that wanted him to take control again – to be rough and have you begging. You wanted to be ruined.

Of course you hadn’t told him this. He was still healing from the years of trauma, not to mention that you were perfectly happy with how things were. But, he did ask for a fantasy…and you know if you lied, they would know. Both of those demon boys.

“Um…can I pass?”

“No.”

“I hate when you two speak in unison.”

“Then answer the question, babe.”

Suddenly remembering the shot in your hand, you down it quickly, wincing. Pulling in a shaky breath, you look everywhere except at the white-haired man beside you. “Uh, well, I sometimes think about…Saeran tapping into his ‘Unknown’ side a bit more.” You practically launch for the bottle, refilling your glass quickly, face hidden.

“What does that mean?” Yoosung’s head lolls to the side like a puppy.

“It means our little party planner likes it rough. Kinky,” Saeyoung winks, and poor Yoosung’s face turns bright red.

You choke a bit on the liquor, sputtering into the back of your hand and sending a pointed glare at your boyfriend’s twin. “So anyway, moving on...” You silently hoped someone would take over the conversation before the shameful flush that was working its way up your face reached your ears.

It was a squeeze at your thigh that had you looking over to him finally, a small reassuring smile on his face. He was opening his mouth to say something further, when another voice cut him off.

“My baby brother is a secret freak, huh? I mean, I should’ve been able to guess, with the collar and chains and everything...”

“Saeyoung, sincerely fuck off,” Saeran deadpanned, eyes rolling as the hacker roars into a fit of laughter. The unsolicited comments continued, and even Zen began chiming in, not missing the chance to take the heat off his own back. It was only when Jumin starting offering tips, much to your horror, that Jihyun finally clapped to get everyone’s attention, suggesting that the group end the night there. You offered him a grateful smile. Admitting your fantasy to your boyfriend was tough enough, you didn’t need your closest friends harping on it all evening.

A quick look at the clock tells you that he’s late. You huff impatiently, reaching for your phone to see if you have any missed texts.

None.

It wasn’t like Saeran to get delayed – not when it came to you, anyway – and your anxiety flares at the thought that he had changed his mind. Maybe the costume idea had sent him over the edge? You thought it was cute; you in your homemade Princess Peach costume, while he would be dressed as the Luigi to Saeyoung’s Mario. When Saeyoung first suggested it, your eyes lit up and looked to him expectantly, clapping with glee when he sighed but nodded his approval. But maybe it was too much?

The ring of the doorbell pulls you from your thoughts, and you move to grab your purse before heading to the door, ready to give him shit for making you wait. Which is why you were surprised when you open the door and found the wrong twin waiting for you.

“What the fuck, Saeyoung?”

“It’s not Saeyoung, it’s a-me, Mario!” He pinches the side of his obscenely thick, fake mustache.

You cock a hip, scoffing, “Mario, where is Luigi? Wasn’t he supposed to be picking me up?”

He reaches for your arm instead of answering, tugging you behind him towards his car. He had picked the red one for the evening, of course.

“He had to handle important plumber business. As the youngest and also the side kick, it was his duty.” He snorts then, realizing what he had said. This idiot. “Anyway, he’ll meet us there Princess, don’t worry!” He smiles at you, shutting the door and placed himself behind the wheel. For a brief moment, you could’ve sworn you saw the flicker of a smirk darken his features, but before you could even think about questioning it, he was back to beaming at you.

“Let’s-a go!”

��Please shut up.”

The event was a success, of course – the room was filled with costumed bodies, drinks being poured, heavy bass beats pulsing through the speakers near the dance floor. It didn’t take long to spot your fellow RFA members, offering a quick wave before resuming your search for the one person you wanted to see.

One scan of the floor yielded no results, so you made your way to the bar, requesting whatever red concoction that was currently in the punch bowl. Sipping to calm your nerves, you started your sweep yet again – and finally – you spot him.

Otherworldly ice green eyes pierce the crowd, his hand tangling through his errant bleached locks. A black hoodie was slung off of one shoulder, the obsidian inked eye tattoo on clear display, as well as the laced up red tank top showing off his toned, lean chest. A thick choker rested at the base of his throat; the roll of his adam’s apple drawing your gaze up his neck and to his eyes.

He smirks then and saunters to you, his eyes raking up and down your body. You could feel the heady lust as he drank in your appearance, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

Jesus fuck. He had changed his costume. He was Unknown.

“Well hello, Princess,” he cooed once he was within ear shot, his body looming as you unconsciously press your back into the wall. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Sae-“

“Ah, tsk tsk, Princess. That’s not my name and you know it.”

Swallowing thickly, you meet his eyes once more. Heart thrumming with anticipation, you attempt to clear your throat, your voice coming out as a pitched squeak, “Unknown. What are you doing here?”

“Mmm, much better.” His hand toyed with a strand of your hair, amusement ringing in his voice when you tremble under his touch. “Don’t play dumb. You know why I’m here...You asked me to be here.”

Your thighs clenched together at his husky tone, arousal wallowing shallowly in your gut. Biting your lip, you nodded instead of answering, gulping down the sickly sweet punch.

“Is Princess thirsty? Come on, let's refill your cup.”

Pulling at your arm, he started making his way back to the bar, dragging you behind him while you struggle to keep up. A new cup was forced into your grasp, and he studies your face as you take a tentative sip. Smiling, his right hand comes to rest dangerously low on your back. “Follow me.”

Moving on autopilot, you’re guided away, mind churning with thoughts you couldn’t quiet. Was he serious? Did he really want to do this? Is he only doing this to make you happy? You steal a side glance at the towering man, cheeks rising with heat at the darkness swimming in his eyes, a sneer on his face. Fuck, it did make you happy…

The whipping of wind and the sudden blunt deafness of the music alert you that you’d been lead to the balcony, the patio large and overlooking the grounds of the property. Besides the twinkling of a few orange fairy lights draped over a pergola, it was mostly black, shadows blanketing concrete where the moon didn’t quite reach. Another gust of wind had you shivering, and it was then you finally looked around – no one else was crazy enough to be out here, it was freezing.

You were alone.

Suddenly, you’re falling backwards, icy stone of the building making you arch and gasp. His mouth smothered yours, swallowing any noises you make. Strong hands that caged you now slide down until they’ve grasped your wrists, your forgotten cocktail slipping unnoticed as he pinned them both above your head.

Fire smolders in your veins, your eyes rolling back with the intensity of desire that slammed into your every nerve. He was licking into your mouth, demanding control, and you couldn’t remember the last time you had taken a breath – if you could even breathe. He was assaulting every single one of your senses, and you soon found yourself giving in to his devilish intoxication. His lips move lower, nipping gently at the tender flesh of your jaw and breathing hot on your ear. You couldn’t stifle your moan when he rolls his hips against your needy core, the friction delicious before he chuckles lowly. “You never could be quiet, could you? Don’t worry, I’ll have you screaming for me later. ” Pressing another wet kiss to the base of your throat, he pulls away. “But now it’s time to be a good girl and say goodbye to our friends.”

“But, Sae-” you stutter, catching yourself. “Unknown, we just got here. Our friends will notice we’re gone...”

“Say goodbye to your friends now, Princess, or you’ll be greeted with a punishment at home.”

Eyes widening, you stare up at the man in front of you, the rush of arousal at his words turning you into a puddle at his feet. Your body craved to give in to him, to submit, and for once you just wanted to let go. Steeling your resolve, you nod once, turning away with a look of determination on your face, pulling your boyfriend by the cuff of his jacket.

You didn’t say goodbye before you left.

Getting home was a blur, your heart and mind still reeling at what was happening...with what was about to happen. You aren’t sure if it’s the lingering effects of the alcohol consumed or just him, but the next thing you know, you’re in your bedroom, chest heaving as he finally released your mouth from a fervent kiss.

His grip was tight on your hips, mouth scraping and biting at your throat, your collarbone. Moans spill from your lips at an embarrassing speed as you clung to him like a lifeline. Just when one sensation would become too much – his tongue in your mouth, the sharp sting of teeth sinking into milky skin, his strong thigh pressing between your legs – he would move on to something new, always taking, taking, taking. Dizzy with greed, you give in to instincts, and fall pliable under his skilled mouth and hands.

You whine when his warmth leaves you, feeling exposed despite being fully clothed. His hungry glare trails up and down your body as he gasps for air.

Licking his lips, his darkened eyes boring into your own.

“Strip for me.”

It wasn’t a question but a demand. You do as you were told, trembling hands removing your costume piece by piece; crown, gloves, and shoes tossed aside. Your fingers fumble with the zipper of the dress, refusing to find purchase. A soft ‘tsk’ had you looking his way; his expression was inpatient, eyes hard. “Do I have to do everything?”

Before you could question what that meant, his hands were spinning you, your back towards him. He grabbed the top and, without hesitation, ripped it down the seam, satisfied once the flimsy costume was in two pieces. You gasp when you feel his fingers trail up your spine, making quick work of your bra – which you are glad he decided to not tear to shreds – before you were facing him once more, only your lace panties left.

“On your knees, Princess. Be a good girl; don’t tease me.”

Wincing as your knees connected with the hard floor, you peer up at him through hooded eyes, the thought of having him on your tongue making you salivate. Licking your lips, you started to reach for him. “Ah, look how greedy you are for my cock,” he coos, batting your hands away to undo his jeans, sliding them down and off his body. You don’t move until he gives you a slight nod, reaching out to take his thick length into your hands and keening with pride at the hiss he lets out on contact. You place a kittenish lick at the head, swirling it lightly to collect the precum that had begun to pool there, before slowly tracing down his length. Thigh muscles jumped under your touch, and you know you are pushing the line of teasing – but you couldn’t stop yourself. Trailing lower, you press wet kisses on his balls, gently sucking the tender flesh into your mouth. The loud groan that releases from his throat was your reward, and you can’t help but moan when you see his eyes screwed shut, his face looking fucked out under your ministrations.

Just when you are beginning to feel smug, fingers tangle into the back of your hair tightly, wrenching you away from him completely. Titling you back until you could meet his glare, his free hand grabs your jaw, forcing your mouth open.

“I told you not to tease me, brat,” he growls, his hips pressing his dripping length closer to your pliant lips. “I really do have to do everything myself, don’t I?”

He thrusts himself inside your mouth, his hand dropping from around your jaw to join the other in your hair, guiding you down until your nose is pressing into the soft hair at his base. “Fuck, that’s it, Princess.” You swallow around him, gagging at the intrusion, and he pulls back hastily to repeat the action.

He fucks your face and you feel your eyes water, his pace punishing your gag reflex. Saliva drips from the corners of your lips, painting you a mess. He was using you so roughly, feeling emboldened after each stroke in your mouth, and you love it; moaning around him, thighs clenching. Your cunt was pulsing and throbbing with the need to be touched, and it took all your self control to not slide a hand between your legs for relief, knowing the man towering above you wouldn’t allow such disobedience.

Despite the harshness of his actions, you can see the soft smile pulling at the corner of his lips, secret fondness shining in his eyes as words of praise fell from his lips. “Such a good girl, taking me so well. So perfect for me, with her perfect fucking mouth…”

By the time he pulls you off his length you were wrecked; chest red and heaving, lips swollen and slick with spit, eyes shining and makeup smeared. Gasping for air, you didn’t even register that you were being picked up until you were pushed on the bed face first, a sharp grip at your hips positioning you onto your hands and knees. Pressing your face into the mattress, you mewl when you feel his hands slide up and down the backs of your thighs, hot breath fanning over your clothed cunt without ever receiving the relief of his touch.

“You are so needy, aren’t you, Princess? Just need to be fucked good by my cock, don’t you?” You whine at his words, your hips gently rocking to entice him to do something...do anything. Instead, a loud smack rings throughout the room, the suddenness of the assault on your now reddened cheek making you to yelp. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes, Saeran,”

Realizing the name you called out, you cringe in anticipation of punishment, only letting the air in your lungs loose when it doesn’t come. Instead, an ironlike grip yanks the last scrap of fabric covering your core down your thighs, effectively binding your legs together. You can feel how wet you are, your slick coating the inside of your thighs, causing you to hiss at the cool air when you’re finally exposed.

“Then beg for it.”

His fingers began tracing slowly up and down your slit, featherlight and expertly ignoring your clit with each sweep. “Please, please give me your cock, I need it so bad, need you so bad,” you pant, not caring about anything but the feel of his fingers against your swollen folds. “I’ll be a good girl, I’ll do anything. Please, Saeran.”

As the last syllable leaves your mouth, he finally slides two fingers into your awaiting heat, curling them expertly to press at the tender spot inside you. His pace is punishing, not letting you ease into the sensation, before he leans forward to lick and suckle your needy clit into his mouth.

“F-fuck,” you gasp, cries of pleasure incessant and becoming pitched. The coil in your stomach was so tight, so close to snapping, and you couldn’t help but catch your breath as his talented mouth and fingers brought you closer and closer to toppling over the edge.

You cry out when he stops abruptly, pouting until you feel his hands gripping the flesh at your hips. He flips you onto your back, tearing your underwear from you and hurriedly sliding back down between your legs. “I want to see your face when you cum for me, Princess. Want to look in your eyes as you yell my name,”

His hot mouth tugs at your bundle of nerves again, fingers sliding home to the soft spot of your walls. “Cum for me,” he murmurs against your skin, another demand. One you were quick to comply with after a few more swipes of his wicked tongue. Shouting his name, white heat courses through you, your eyes screwing shut and thighs clamping firmly around his head. It takes you several moments to remember to breathe, and when you finally drop your legs to release his head he sits up, his fingers still fucking you through your orgasm until the feeling becomes too much.

Flinching, you attempt to push him away, body wiggling in attempt to separate him from you.

“Saeran, I can’t, it hurts.”

Instead of stopping like he normally would, your eyes flash open to see a devious smirk on his face, teeth biting into his bottom lip as he continued to press his fingers into your battered walls. You claw at him to stop, your hands reaching out to grab his wrists before he’s pinning your arms above your head, effectively halting all movement.

“You can do it, Princess, I know you can. It’ll feel even better the second time.” He presses his lips to yours, swallowing down your moans as he pulls his fingers from you. Confusion clouds your face, and it’s not until he pulls your legs up to bend them towards your ears that you realize that his throbbing length is pressing hotly into your core. “You’re going to come again, Princess, but this time it’s going to be on my cock.”

Suddenly his hips are slamming into you, groaning as he fully sheaths himself inside. The stretch burns slightly, but instead of giving you a moment to adjust he’s fucking you. Stars dance behind your eyes, and the heat in your gut is rapidly building at the onslaught of his hips, the powerful harshness of each assault against your center. The angle is too much, too fast; the thickened head of his cock pounding that perfect spot inside you was sending you hurtling towards your peak, moans and broken cries spilling from your lips.

“Saeran, I’m, I can’t-”

“It’s okay, baby, let go.” he growls, a hand snaking down to swipe at your clit. You were thrown over the edge with unbridled force and a loud cry, heat snapping and bursting behind your eyes. You felt the gush of your orgasm flood your thighs, the force of it pushing him from your tender walls. You couldn’t help but mewl pathetically as he continues circling your abused nub.

“That was so fucking hot. Squirting all over my dick. You’re so good to me, taking me so well, like you were made for me.”

Fatigue sinks into your bones, and you want to nuzzle into the blankets until sleep takes you. Instead you feel him pulling you into his lap, arms circling his neck as he grips your hips and starts fucking upwards harshly. You whimper loudly, pressing your face into his neck as he seeks his high, the stutters and gulps of breath telling you he wasn’t far off. With each precise slam of his hips, his persona starts to slip more and more; the Saeran you have come to know and love over the last several months shining through. “I fucking love you, you’re so beautiful,” he moans, a hand leaving your waist to tilt your face towards his. Kissing you harshly, he suckles your bottom lip into his mouth, biting down lightly before releasing the abused flesh. “I’m so close baby, you’re doing so well.”

You watch as his eyes screw shut, the light sheen of sweat coating his face at the effort over his overworked muscles. Knowing he was close, you clench around him, coaxing him to his end. Turning to bite at the lobe of his ear, you beg breathily. “Cum inside of me, Saeran. Please, I need you to cum. I need you.”

With a bite at your shoulder, you feel him tense beneath you, cursing as he finally releases. His thrusts slow as he milks himself inside your walls, hot spurts filling you. You collapse against him, chest heaving with exhaustion and Saeran wraps his arms around you, falling back until you’re both against the bed.

You feel your eyes getting heavy, about to succumb to slumber when he mutters huskily beside you.

“So…Happy Halloween?” You can hear the grin in his voice, your eyes snapping open to meet his. “I hope that was okay… was it too much?”

“I can’t believe you hid this from me!”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me your fantasy!” he chides back, a playful smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“I didn’t want to pressure you…I love you the way you are and the way our sex life is now. I didn’t want you think you had to change to keep me happy. I’m already so happy with you, Saeran.”

Warm hands cup your face as you finish speaking, and soon his nose was nuzzling yours, lips pressing softly against your own. “You’re so damn perfect.” He tugs you into his chest, arms smoothing errant patterns into your back.

You’re enveloped wholly, smiling to yourself at the rapid beating of his heart, enjoying the scent of sex mixing with his cologne. A small part of your brain reminds you that you should probably get up and clean yourself, the sticky mess of your combined release rapidly cooling against your skin. You take a few deep breaths, pressing your lips against his jaw before leaning back to get out of the bed and head into the adjoining bathroom.

“So…are there any more fantasies you have?” his voice rings out, and you laugh loudly, finishing within the bathroom and moving to find one of his shirts to pull over your head. “What? That one was actually pretty hot, I think I might like to live out all your fantasies.” He waggles his eyebrows at you, and you giggle at the sight, tossing his boxer briefs to him.

“Yeah, actually I do have another one. I’ve always had this fantasy of being double teamed by twins…” you let your voice trail away, sighing dreamily.

Suddenly you were pulled back into the bed, a growl your only warning before Saeran was back on top of you, pinning your arms to the bed once more.

“Do I need to punish you? Remind you who you belong to?”

“Who, Unknown?” you stifle a grin, a sharp bite at your throat letting you know you wouldn’t be getting off that easy.

“You are such a brat.”

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raquelboavista · 5 years ago

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“I need noise, I need the buzz of a sub, need the crack of a whip, need some blood in the cut” 🎶🖤 totally addicted to this music from K.Flay 🤘🏻make us wanna do bad things 😈 . . . . . #contemporarytattooing #handwritingtattoo #illustrativeblackwork #illustration #femaleartist #originalartwork #teenangst #quarantine #anxiety (at Em Casa) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-0GEPGJXbb/?igshid=tozkjr849kcu

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It had been months since they’d been stuck here, in the world that was and wasn’t their own. Fall had come and gone, and the first half of winter had sped by them in a blur. It was always cold now. It had been when this all started. That’s what happened when the world became empty, he guessed.

Before they knew it, it was December 31st. Sundown was quickly arriving, as it did in the winter months. It always came a little too early. Wind blew past the windows of the thirty story building, making a hollow, haunted whining sound. It was a sound they’d become familiar with. But it wasn’t the worst sound in the world. There were much worse. That’s what he was looking for, scouring every floor of the abandoned building.

It was an office, at some point in time. It was for those kind of business CEO’s that hardly looked past their own nose and certainly wouldn’t have given him the time of day. He didn’t mind it though. He’d liked the world that way. But it was interesting, he guessed, to take a look beyond the curtain when no one was there.

The sun was nearly gone by the time he reached the roof.

“Place is clear. We’ll be alright here for the night,” he announced as he walked over to meet her. She was by the railing, looking out into an empty Times Square. It was an eerie sight. He remembered easily slipping into crowds and away from prying eyes there. It had been simple, a move to make as commonplace to him as breathing. Now if anything were to try and get into their safe haven for the night they’d be easy pickings off the street, completely exposed to their bird’s eye view.

She hadn’t turned to look at him as he made it to her side. “Oh, that’s good,” was all she said.

“You seem preoccupied. What are you looking at?”

She tore her gaze away from the skyline, giving him a look that said ‘what, you don’t already know?’ But to his credit, he’d been trying really hard not to listen in on her that day. He just shrugged at her.

“It’s New Years Eve,” she said plainly.

“I know. What about it?”

“I don’t know.” She sighed as the cold wind whistled around them, blowing her hair behind her.

“That’s not true.” She gave him the look again and they repeated the pattern. He just shrugged back at her.

“I just thought this would all be over by now, that’s all.”

“Your positivity is cute.”

She didn’t look like she appreciated the comment, as true as it was. “It’s not positivity. It’s…hope. I was just hoping,” she said, biting the inside of her cheek.

He studied her for a moment. He still wasn’t poking around the inside of her head, but it wasn’t hard to tell that was the only thing that she was thinking. Or maybe he’d just become good at reading people. “Yeah, sure,” he said, and paused carefully. “So what did you do? On New Year’s, I mean.”

“I don’t know,” she said. It sounded like why does it matter? “It’s kind of boring.”

“Try me.”

Why does it matter turned into why do you care? He just gave her another shrug in return. For what it was worth, he didn’t really need a good answer to the question.

She gave a long sigh as she turned back to the horizon, her breath mingling with the whistles of the wind. “I would just hang out with some friends, I guess. We’d all cram together in one of our shitty dorm rooms. There was a lot of wine. No one really said anything about it so we all assumed we’d be the one to bring a bottle. We got drunk, had some food. Talked. And then we’d watch the ball drop on someone’s bad cellphone screen.” She looked at him, pausing. “The big one, in Times Square,” she clarified.

“Yeah, I know what it is.”

“Just checking.”

“You’re cute.”

She made a sarcastic sound that teetered on the edge of being an actual laugh before she turned to look at the skyline again. From where they were standing, they had a clear view of where the New Year’s ball would have been, had there been anyone to put it up. The whole of Times Square did feel a bit empty without it, even more empty than it already was.

There was a long stretch before anything else was said. “So what did you do for New Year’s?” she asked then.

“Nothing.”

“Really?” The disappointment that seeped into her voice was palpable.

“Really.”

“That’s kind of sad.”

“It’s just like any other day, isn’t it?”

She frowned, making divots in her red, wind-worn cheeks. “I don’t know. I don’t like to think that.”

“Well-” he started, but found nothing worth finishing the sentence with.

The sun dipped lower beyond the horizon and the rest of the metal and glass buildings that obscured it. Then it dipped lower than that until they were left in pure darkness, save for the streetlamps and the few lights people hadn’t had a chance to turn off yet in the buildings across the street. They’d gone inside in silence and she’d gone away to eat something by his guess. In a building this big it was easy to get separated. At least there weren’t any rampaging multi-billionaires to account for, otherwise he’d be a little more concerned. But for the time being, he wasn’t hungry. He’d learned to live on very little.

He didn’t feel much like sleeping either. He didn’t usually, not since all this started. He found himself looking out one of the large glass windows in the meantime, down at the empty street from his perch on the desk of some poor fellow named Tyler Jay-Sanders. Wherever he was, he was probably having a sub-par New Year’s too, by his account. By the time he looked away, the clock on the wall by the elevator read 11:52 PM. He still hadn’t seen or heard anything from his companion.

Feeling a familiar panic start to settle in, he slipped his way of the desk and started to listen. Truly listen. In that deep way of his that only he could do.

He heard her on the roof, the tail end wisps of her thoughts floating down to him. He could’ve made a few good guesses as to why she’d found herself up there again. Not that he wanted to walk all the way back up there, but he had his doubts she would ever come back inside if he didn’t.

“It’s cold out,” he said when he’d reached the roof and pushed the exit door open. He stayed there for a while, watching her. She was back where she had been, at the railing looking out towards the empty place where there would have been fireworks and bright lights celebrating the turn of the year by now.

His footsteps were loud against the gravel as he came up next to her. “I’ll go to sleep in a few minutes,” she said when the sound stopped.

“No need on my account. I’m not your warden. Or your parent.”

She didn’t laugh or crack a wry smile. Her face was stony, the kind that usually settled on people’s faces when they were trying really hard to hide how they truly felt. And she truly felt sad, and hopeless, and a little something he was having trouble putting words to the taste of.

“Codie,” he called.

“Hm?” came the reply but nothing changed. She didn’t turn to him.

“Codie, look at me.”

The movement was slow, as if turning her eyes away from the sky was something that was hard to do, like swimming in a pool of molasses. The look on her face had turned skeptical, when he finally saw it in full. It was a look he usually wore. He took her face into his hands and pressed his lips to her forehead.

He’d promised he’d get out of her head for a little while. But even though he found this day no different than any other, she did, and as such she could make an exception.

For a short moment in time, the empty Times Square was filled with sound once more. The sounds of a crowd, the sounds of music from whoever happened to be popular that year before it all went to shit- the detail wasn’t something he was focusing heavily on. There were lights and Christmas decorations the offices next door still hadn’t found the time to take down. The world, for that short moment in time, was filled with color.

From down below the buzzing crowd had started to count down. 59, 58, 57…

In her mind’s eye, she turned around. Where there had been nothing down at the edge of Times Square, now there was the familiar bright screen with large, digitized numbers ticking their way down to 1. On top of that, a giant ball that was very reminiscent of a disco ball- it might have been. He couldn’t say he’d stared at the New Year’s ball all that much to get it down right. But it worked well enough.

“It’s-” she started, voice soft. “Wow. That’s- it is one hell of a view.”

“Guess so,” he said.

“I’ve never been this up close to it- to everything.”

“Would you believe me if I said neither have I?”

“No.”

He gave her a short laugh in turn. “Well, I guess I have you properly fooled then.”

10, 9, 8…

It wasn’t real, none of it was, but for the next seven seconds, he could make her believe it was.

7, 6, 5…

She had started to count down with the crowd, mouthing the numbers.

4, 3, 2, 1!

There was a pop in the air, followed by a cacophony of banging as fireworks burst out from the sky behind the giant disco ball everyone loved so much. White, yellows, reds, some blue in an extravagant display.

“Hey, Liam?”

“Hm?”

“Happy New Year.”

He almost smiled as he let her go. His kiss ended, his hands fell from her face and with it the sounds of the celebrating crowd faded, the lights dimmed until they were left with the darkness of Times Square and the noise the wind made.

“Happy New Year, Codie,” he said and he turned to go. He was tired, then. But for what it was worth, this would be one night that he would sleep well.

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❝ Tell me that you just can't see. Tell me that you'll be so much better without me Ah I kind of liked the pressure. Ah I kinda liked the Trauma and the Pleasure. No you never said. You seem kind of sad lately. ❞

#›› Verse: Supernatural HG. ❝Nobody ever wins the games. There are survivors but no winners.❞#›› Music.❝I need noise. I need the buzz of a sub. Need the crack of the whip and some blood in the cut.❞

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ashwillowswrites · 6 years ago

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He rushed into the shop, and headed straight to the door at the back. He stopped briefly, to listen at the door to see if the reading had started. It hadn’t, so with a sigh of relief he pushed open the door and walked inside. He noticed the bookshop owner talking to who must be tonight’s special guest author, at the lectern, but he didn’t recognise the author, by sight. He also noticed that ‘his spot’ was free – people are such funny creatures of habit, but he was saddened to see the spot in front of him, ‘her’ spot was free too. He could physically feel his shoulders slump in disappointment, as he found his seat.

There was movement at the front, as the author took their place, ready to start her reading. When he felt the door to the side open. Autumn.

She must have been in the bathroom, and she took ‘her’ seat, right in front of him.

He had to fight the desire to lean forward and breathe in the apple fragrance of her hair. He wouldn’t dare. She looked the picture of innocence, today. As she always did. She wore a crisp white top, and he could see just the smallest glimpse of a practical white bra beneath it, and a long white and floral skirt, which was just a little boho.

He was so taken by her, that It was a few moments before he realised the genre of the special guest author. It was erotica. It caught him by surprise – a rather delish surprise. The words of wanton desires swirled in his ears, as he watched the fair neck of his secretly desired one, flush pink right in front of him. Clearly he wasn’t the only one surprised at tonight’s choice.

He listened with a half-cocked head, as his eyes couldn’t help but gaze at the clearly awkward wriggling of Autumn. Not a bad way to be spending a Tuesday evening, he thought to himself.

When the author had reached her climax, there was a rush of hands in the air, as the majority of the listeners were clearly enthralled. But Autumn took the opportunity of the distraction of arms, to slip out of the room.

He didn’t give it a second thought, erotic thoughts and pink flushed skin filled his mind, and he soon found himself following her out of the door, and through the now darkened shop front, to the street outside.

She hadn’t gotten very far. The sudden flux of rain that welcomed her escape, had her quickly stepping back under the cover of the bookshop front.

The rain was heavy enough to have already wet her clothing. Her white clothing. Which now showed the outlines of her white undergarments. And as he reached the footpath, he saw her white-floral skirt sticking to the her rump, a gorgeously curved derriere, clad in what appeared to be white cotton – how utterly adorable.

Here they were. The two of them, caught in the rain. The two of them, who had sat so closely together for the last 6 Tuesdays. Two who had asked numerous thought-provoking questions to various authors, who had nodded at each other’s question, but had yet, never spoken together. Autumn always managed to slip away, sight unseen, even from his very subtle, but aware gaze.

Her innocence smelled like apples.

“I can drive you, if you wish,” he said simply. He silently berated himself that couldn’t think of a more appropriate starter.

It was pouring with rain. She always walked. She wore white.

“If you wouldn’t mind,” she said, softly.

They made a dash to his car. They made a dash to her place. Actually, not so much of a dash really, as occasionally she got her rights and lefts mixed up while navigating. They made a dash to her foot step. He wasn’t being creepy – she did offer him tea as a thank you for the drive.

“We must be quiet, my Aunties are home,” she whispered against his rain-wet cheek.

All he could smell was apple, and all he could think of was her white cotton underwear.

They entered the foyer of the house, her finger to her lips, as she quietly led him to her bedroom.

Her delicate bum, clad in white cotton. A night of erotica, and now he to be in her bedroom.

She opened the door. It was incredibly dark. Just an eerie green from her music player. But she gently guided him, to the bed, and indicated for him to sit.

“How do you have your tea?” she asked, in the dark.

The question caught him off guard. As, all he could think about was pressing his face against white cotton. “White,” he answered, resisting a groan, “With two” and he knew it sounded like an innuendo, and right now he wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t.

“I can only do black. But it’s loose-leaf, if that makes up for it?”

He nodded in the darkness.

When she didn’t move, he said, “Perfect.” And listened to her scamper off to the other side of the room and slip out the door. There was a brief lightening of the room, but he was too busy trying to catch a glimpse of her bum to notice.

He lay back into the bed, into the cushiony cuddle of the numerous scatter cushions that adorned her bed. In the darkness, he had to imagine what sort of room she had. Apple, innocence and white, a blush of pink. And he wanted to imagine all the things he wanted to do to those white cotton panties. Push his nose into it, and smell her scent. Bite into her bum. Rub his cock into the wetness of the gusset. Tear them off and devour her innocence.

The green of the music player beckoned him. Reaching over, he had a song list that he assumed she’d have. Would have to have some Agnes Obel, definitely some Mazzy Star, and probably some Sia.

His hand brushed something furry, and he imagined a teddy bear sitting on the bedside table, before he hits [PLAY][https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2WcOdz96ko]

The music that blasted from the player shocked him.

The door opening, and the sudden rush of light shocked him.

The room. Her room shocked him.

It’s not light and innocence. It’s not white and cotton.

The room is dark, even in the light.

There are animal skulls adorning the walls, either side of the open door. Everywhere, elegant candelabras hold black candles. From the heavy bookshelf, sits rows of books, and numerous birds – numerous black birds, and the phrase a murder of crows, springs unpleasantly to mind.

The scatter of cushions he was resting upon, was not what he imagined. More crows, spidery webs and skulls. The bed is black and white imagery of Day of the Dead. The ‘teddy bear’ he had just imagined, was a taxidermied fox.

The song plays in the background

“I need noise I need the buzz of a sub Need the crack of a whip Need some blood in the cut I need noise”

And there she stands, in the door way. Smiling. The picture of innocence. Holding tea.

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thesunlounge · 6 years ago

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Reviews 180: DJ Normal 4 / Red Axes / Hodge

My first encounter with DJ Normal 4 came only this year, when Second Circle dropped the incredible Exoticz EP. In the time since that release, I have taken a deep dive into Tim Schumacher’s sonic world as well as that of Aiwo Records, collecting every original cut and remix that I can find. It’s been an amazing journey through galaxies of funky acid, esoteric rave, and inventive breakbeats and everything the Aiwo crew touches seems to give off intense vibrations of psychedelic euphoria while also moving the body towards total bliss. The most recent cut from DJ Normal 4 comes courtesy of Needs, a label I love supporting because the profits from each release are given in total to organizations seeking to better the world. This time around the proceeds go to Mind, a UK based mental health charity, and DJ Normal 4 contributes “Return of the Hooligans,” which brilliantly reworks and transforms Da Hool’s hard trance classic “Meet Her at the Love Parade” into a cosmic breakbeat odyssey. But that’s not all, as Red Axes and Hodge also appear, with the former overlaying a storming house beat with alien liquids, ecstatic voices, and vibrant hand percussion while the latter surrounds tribal drum rituals and huge kick patterns with psychedelic whistle tones and ambient feedback spirals.

DJ Normal 4 / Red Axes / Hodge - Needs 005 (Needs, 2018) Dark swirling pads set the mood in “Return of the Hooligans” while animalistic acid textures background a hypnotizing synth line, ricocheting toms, 16th note hats, and skipping sub-kicks. Once the full beat drops, with open hats and vibing snares jamming out, we find ourselves in a sci-fi breakbeat glide that would make Underground Resistance proud. Off-beat basslines bubble beneath the acid storm and reversed drum loops lead to a rhythmic drop out where haunted music box melodies flow above cracking snare hypnotics and eventually, Da Hool’s familiar trance hook appears, only here it’s made more percussive and mystical as the playful 90s leaning fifth note fx are dialed down in favor of vibes of exotic space travel. There is so much rhythmic magic flowing underneath it all, with snares and claps firing off in dazzling patterns and sub-bass blasts moving huge columns of air. Sometimes the trance riff is replaced by zoned out acid stabs recalling the KLF’s “What Time Is Love?” and during a moment where the kick drums pull back, a shadowy string and choir symphony fades in, bringing with it a ghostly energy. Elsewhere, the atmospheric elements drop out leaving the breakbeats and massive sub-aquatic bass bursts to support Da Hool’s intergalactic rave hook, which soon gives way to resonant Moog sequences and morphing LFO fx. Wooden hand drums bounce around the mix and disorienting reptilian acid gurgles hover as the bouncing bassline returns alongside the trance lead, with its hypnotic repetitions and hallucinogenic percolations stoking vibes of dark dancefloor enchantment.

Next comes “Treacksheni” by Red Axes, with rattling hi-hats and a crushing four-four beat stomping beneath extra-terrestrial static fx that pan around the mix. Militant shakers add further hypnotic motions and ascending electro-bubbles are stretched and morphed in disorienting ways, eventually establishing some sort of otherworldy melody as the song comes to life all around, with throbbing sub-bass currents and tropical hand drum cascades. There are thrilling moments where mystical voices dance on rainbow clouds and then recede, allowing liquid chime tones to revel in a dark cloud of club humidity. As well, Red Axes jams out for extended sections of percussion heavy magic, with vibrant hand drum layers morphing into minimalist polyrhythms alongside massive claps. Metallic fluids seems to twist and mutate in strange ways and a sudden transition introduces insectoid sequences…as if some sort of Indian string instrument has been fed through mysterious machines from another dimension. But these buzzing tones of ecstasy soon cut out and all that’s left is an enigmatic drum outro where entrancing percussive panoramas fly around amorphous bass currents.

Hodge’s “Signal” revels in ceremonial drum rituals backed by thunderous house rhythms, with city leveling kick drums marching through an electrified haze of hissing static. Whistle tones lock into drunken loops with intensifying reverb modulations and flutey pads let out long atmospheric drones. Delirious sonic layers overlap and industrial smashes accent the pounding beat intensity until the kick drops away, leaving tribal hand drums to wander through a world of atmospheric shadows and crazed birdsong mutations. Once we smash cut back into the overhwhelming bass drum sorcery, snippets of voices drift in the background ether and the extra-terrestrial whistles wiggle in place while cascading cymbal patterns hypnotize the mind. Echoing claps set up a punishing drop where ethereal bell tones join physical bursts of white noise mimicking snare hits and after another radical clap transition, the track transitionsto a passage of dissonant percussive wonder as all sorts of feedback sparkles and looping light flashes dance around galloping kick drums, while breathy chants, echoing voices, and sonic clouds hitting like thunderclaps move through the mix.

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jinjikook · 7 years ago

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you leave me restless (and breathless) (m)

🎃 word count: 11k

🎃 genre: smut + fluff ; non-idol au

🎃 pairing: reader/seokjin

🎃 warning(s)/kink(s): dom! jin, humiliation, degradation, dom/sub, jealousy, unprotected sex, rough sex, spanking, biting, hickies, marking, tying up, oral sex, aftercare

🎃 summary: seokjin was a pretty good best friend, that is until he starts sabotaging every date and chance you have with another guy. though you only find out when he really royally fucks things up for you and everything after that is history.

🎃 requested by: anon #1 - “Hmm ok, maybe for Jin's kinktober-He's your bff who keeps sabotaging every date you go on bc he's jealous af and in love with you, and one day he just snaps and gets real dominant and dirty with you?” + anon #2 - “Could I get some smut with Jin please 🙈”

🎃 music: can’t even - the neighborhood + beg for it - chris brown

🎃 author’s note: clearly this got away from me bc i love kim seokjin and this au was fun af to write so thanks to that rad anon for the really great prompt! coughiwannawritemorepizzaboy!jincough

🎃 masterlist + kinktober 2017

“Hey, I’m heading out!” You yell out into your apartment where Jeongguk and Seokjin were playing video games together, not feeling like going all the way over there to announce your departure.

A succession of bumps, crashes and bangs follow until Seokjin unceremoniously bursts out of Jeongguk’s bedroom door, slightly sweaty and disheveled from what you assumed was the chaos of getting up that made all that noise. You gave him a perplexed look, questioning gaze on him as he ducked to hold onto his knees and pant heavily.

With a sigh, you leant your weight onto your hip and waited until Seokjin regained his breath to finally pop the question as to why he nearly toppled your entire home over for the sake of seeing you.

“You’re—hagh,” He coughed, his breath still not entirely inside his lungs yet. “You’re leaving?”

You scoffed, giving him a small smile and looking at him incredulously.

“Duh? What did you think I meant by ‘I’m heading out’?”

He shrugged, feigning indifference and innocence as he continued.

“Dunno, figured you’d stay in. You’ve already got the two best guys on campus here, what else could the world offer?”

You laughed, covering your mouth and jingling your keys in the process. A quick glance at the clock overhead told you that it was a few minutes before seven and you had to head out if you were to make it on time.

“Actually, I have a date. One that I’ll be late for if I don’t leave right now, so sorry Jin. Guess we’ll have to hang some other time, you’re stuck with Guk for the time being.” Seokjin pouted—he literally pouted—at that, a small whine burrowed in his throat as he tried to protest some more, to keep you from leaving like a lovesick puppy. He ducked down before you could even say a word more.

“Seokkie, I’m sorry!” You exclaimed, exasperated at Seokjin’s sudden grip around your leg. He was attached like a damn koala and refused to be shaken off, despite all your efforts. “I have to go!” You finally snatched your leg from your friend and waved goodbye before shutting the door directly behind you, trying to ignore Seokjin’s cries from inside as if he was trapped.

You sent a text to your date, apologizing for the delay to which he responded with a smiley face and an understanding ‘okay’, following the text with a speedily dialed call to your roommate to ask him to keep Seokjin entertained, he seemed to be really clingy today and he probably just needed some extra attention.

In your car, you triple checked your hair and make-up before starting it up, sighing at the hum of the motor and that one odd noise you swore you’d get checked out eventually.

When you buckled in and gripped the steering wheel, you groaned audibly at the sight in front of you.

No gas?!

You swore you filled the car up just a couple of days ago, and you hadn’t gone anywhere far in the time being. There was no way this was possible, Jeongguk had used his bike to get everywhere minus the one day he had rode along with Namjoon to the study session after class and when Jimin misplaced his skateboard and gave him a lift back to the apartment until he found it later on.

You banged your head against the wheel and pulled the key out of the ignition angrily, slamming the car door behind you before trudging up the stairs twice as hard as you ran down previously. When you unlocked the door to your apartment, Seokjin nearly ambushed you and smiled big and wide at your return.

“I knew you wouldn’t leave us! No use in wasting gas going to some dumb date anyways,” He shook his head and guided you back to where Jeongguk was yelling at his TV screen, headset skewed on his hair.

“That’s the problem, I don’t have any gas in my car!” You stomped in front of the screen, blocking Jeongguk’s vision which only spurred him on further. “Hey, shut up for like two seconds and I’ll let you get back to owning some twelve year olds using their daddy’s Playstation. Did you use my car recently?” Your hands were at your hips and Seokjin looked on from where he planted down in the bright, ugly ass orange beanbag chair Jeongguk kept tucked away.

“What? No, what the fuck? You already know I spend half my time trudging my shit bike through the rain.” He stuck his tongue in between his teeth and veered around your body to watch the screen project his kill and he made his character taunt the dead body of his vehement enemy.

“So do you wanna explain how the hell my car just suddenly lost all its gas?”

“I dunno, maybe it’s that weird noise you told me about. You sprung a leak or something,”

You tried to maintain your composure, fighting the hand that wanted to slap itself against your face.

“Guk, why would a leak cause a noise?”

“Maybe it’s just cracking a joke!” Seokjin piped up, snickering at his own piss poor excuse of humor.

“Okay Jinnie, usually I love your jokes but that one was not only ill-timed but also it was just such a reach.” He shrugged and mumbled, ‘s’good to me’ and you turned back to Jeongguk who was violently smashing his controller buttons.

You were going to tear him a new one, knowing he had to have something to do with this but then your phone buzzed, an incoming line of texts from your still-waiting date.

jaehyun ✽ [7:14 PM]: everything okay?

jaehyun ✽ [7:14 PM]: it’s been a few since you texted, just checking if you’re close by or anything! :)

God, he was so cute and sweet. You hated even thinking of cancelling on him.

“That the guy you were talking about earlier?” Jeongguk finally pried himself from the crusted asshole of his game to pay attention to you for once. You nodded and pressed a smile on your face, trying to show how happy you were about his mentioning but you were still bitter over the idea of telling him how you couldn’t make it.

Seokjin surprised you with a hug from behind, sneakily peering over your shoulder to take a look at your texts.

“Good riddance, huh? A guy who uses that many smiley faces is clearly trying to just get into your pants. You can do better, Y/N.” You shrugged Seokjin off, reprimanding him for reading your current and past texts with Jaehyun, whom happened to be fond of emoticons.

“So he uses smiley faces, so what? Jeongguk uses memes and Jimin uses gifs, and I’ve seen my fair share of emotes from you, Seokjin.”

Around a mouthful of salty potato chips and amongst flying crumbs, Jeongguk replies almost readily.

“Seokjin’s just as much of a player as this Jaehyun dude. They both clearly want to get into your—”

“Okay! So, since you’re not going out anymore, how about I make us something? Jeongguk is already taking his fill of starches so I could just make something for the two of us. Anything you like, Y/N.”

“Who said anything about cancelling? I could catch a bus or something,”

“No!” Both you and Jeongguk look over at Seokjin’s outburst, your face contorted in confusion while Jeongguk’s was in one of amusement. “I-I mean, the buses aren’t safe, you know that.”

“Fine, then you can drive me Seokjin, since you wanted to spend a little more time with me anyways,” You didn’t wait for an answer to spill out of Seokjin’s sputtering mouth, choosing to walk towards the front door to head out once more.

“Wait, Y/N!” He shouted after you again, just as clumsy as the first time he traipsed after you.

“I couldn’t possibly take you, I mean I—”

“You what? You’re supposed to be my best friend Seokjin, help me out. I know you drove here and I know you planned to stay in with Guk all night but it’d be a huge favor if you could just drop me off at the little café by the library? You know the one, with the soft pastries that have chocolate drizzled on top with powdered sugar.”

Your stomach growled at the description, followed by Seokjin’s own and he grew victim to his glutton, wanting nothing more than to taste the sweet, sugary delectable but also not wanting you to slip from his fingers like sand through an hourglass; fleeting.

“But, I don’t think I have much gas in my car either!”

jaehyun ✽ [7:23 PM]: i think it’s gonna start raining soon, do you have an umbrella?

jaehyun ✽ [7:24 PM]: if not, i have one we can share! :)

“Again with the damn smiley faces,” Seokjin grumbled at the sight of your phone again.

“Stop peeping at my texts!” You swatted Seokjin and he deepened his pout, looking fairly dejected to be taking you on your date. “Anyways, I know you have gas and you already have your keys so c’mon! I’ll buy you a pastry to make up for it.”

‘What’s the point of having it if I can’t eat it with you?’ Seokjin thought, head slung low as you two stepped out of your apartment.

But as if the world hated the idea of you having a social circle outside of your roommate, Seokjin and some of their friends who have become yours by extension, thunder clapped loudly and suddenly the streets went dark. It was a loud boom and Seokjin nearly jumped five feet in the air.

“Holy shit, I can barely see anything!” Seokjin whisper-screamed, still feeling numb in his kneecaps from the stark noise and surrounding darkness.

“Fuck me,” You groaned and looked down at your phone, the screen’s brightness now so much more so with the light difference. You had to squint at the screen to read the incoming slew of texts, knowing that you didn’t live far from the café and no doubt was there a similar situation where Jaehyun was waiting for you.

jaehyun ✽ [7:30 PM]: woah, okay it went dark here :O

jaehyun ✽ [7:30 PM]: the cafe lost power, i think something happened…

You [7:31 PM]: yeah, it’s like pitch black over here

You [7:31 PM]: did you hear that loud noise too?

jaehyun ✽ [7:32 PM]: yeah! it really scared me! :S

You [7:33 PM]: aww i’m sorry. if i was there you and I could huddle in the dark and drink our coffee

jaehyun ✽ [7:33 PM]: you’re so cute :’)))

“Eugh,” Seokjin fake gagged next to you and you responded by hitting him on the shoulder, he winced at the contact.

“What did I tell you about reading my texts?!”

“We’re best friends Y/N! I have a right to pry into your personal life for your own health and safety,”

“That’s the biggest hunk of bullshit Jin, c’mon let’s go inside.” You went back in with Seokjin, the two of you snickering at the sounds of Jeongguk angrily releasing his frustrations in the background, yelling at the power for going out as if it was a sentient being that could feel guilt.

jaehyun ✽ [7:35 PM]: i guess this means our date is off, huh? :(

You [7:35 PM]: yeah, i’m really sorry jae :(

jaehyun ✽ [7:36 PM]: that’s okay, i’d rather you weren’t on the roads now anyways

jaehyun ✽ [7:36 PM]: some other time then :)

You thanked your lucky stars that Jaehyun was so sweet and understanding; if it were anyone else you’re sure they wouldn’t have had the patience at this point. Between classes and work and the clingiest best friend known to man, it seemed like your date with Jaehyun wouldn’t ever come to fruition.

He was in one of your classes, always attentive and willing to share his diligent notes,

(His color-coding alone was incredible, you had no idea how one person could keep up with Mrs. Rothschild’s fast-paced lectures and still manage to switch pens to meticulously keep things organized, with the prettiest handwriting you’ve ever seen from a guy to boot!)

Jaehyun had approached you one day, asking you for your number and the day after he added you on social media, giving you the chance to lurk on him a little bit. He was totally boyfriend material: super kind, a dog-person and he even had an amazing sense of style, always dressed well even at the earliest of classes.

He liked everyone’s posts and always left cute comments with smiley emotes or sunshines. Jaehyun liked to let you borrow his jackets and sweaters if you forget yours in the cold classroom,

(You remember every time, but when you look at your own jacket hanging off the back of your couch and you think about how soft Jaehyun’s own ones are and how it has just the right amount of cologne on it to smell like him, you always leave your own there and welcome it when he drapes his over your shoulders with a soft smile.)

“Are you done day dreaming about boy wonder?” Seokjin crossed his arms and it made his broad shoulders stand out more against the t-shirt he’d worn today, with light blue jeans and tears in just the right places. You had to be blind to not admit Seokjin was handsome, amazingly so. But he was off limits, your best friend, partner in crime—your other half.

“Gimme a few more minutes, I just got to the good part,” You joked, letting your eyes wander into the distance as Jeongguk entered the living room with his phone’s flashlight illuminating his way and nearly blinding Seokjin and yourself.

“Dude, what happened? Why is it as dark as Yoongi’s asshole?”

At the same time, Seokjin and you gave Jeongguk the dirtiest look.

“What the fuck kind of comparison is that?”

“I don’t even want to know why you know Yoongi’s asshole so personally,”

“Anyways, the light? What happened?” Jeongguk casually moved on from his strange blurb, turning off his phone’s light as Seokjin lit a candle on the kitchen island, bathing the room in a soft orange hue.

You shrugged and move to sit across from Seokjin on a kitchen stool, Jeongguk unceremoniously choosing to plant his ass on the counter instead, swinging his long legs over the edge like a child about to get their hair cut.

“There was a loud sound after the thunder, maybe a transformer blew or something?” You guessed, not knowing more than that. “Seokjin, check the news on your phone, maybe it has more info.” The man in question nodded and pulled out his phone, wincing at the harsh light before turning his brightness down several notches and making his way to the local news website, not without cursing some for having to use up his precious data to go online.

“Shut up Jin, not like you have any use for it otherwise, besides your shitty online solitaire game. Which by the way, how is that considered solitaire if you’re playing online? Isn’t the point of that game to be a lonely person’s match that you play by yourself?”

You shut the two of them up and gestured to Seokjin’s phone which began to play a broadcast of the live newscast.

“… Which has left the entire neighborhood sans power, luckily the only real damage was to a nearby parked car that had no passengers inside. The local company has not yet disclosed how long the power will be down but they’ve assured customers that their electricity will be put up in an organized and timely manner for their earliest convenience.”

“Great, we have no idea what happened but hey, at least we know we’ll be in the dark for some time.”

“Oooh, let’s do something fun!” Jeongguk cheerily looked between the two of you, eagerly hopping in place on the counter.

Simultaneously, you and Seokjin instantly rejected the idea.

“Why not?” He dragged out the vowel, trying and succeeding to sound like a whiny child.

“Because Guk, anytime you get one of your harebrained schemes, someone ends up naked, embarrassed or covered in mayonnaise.”

“Or all of the above,” Seokjin shuddered at the memory of last New Year’s, his vision supplying blurry images of his junk covered in a white fluid that was most definitely not come.

“You will never let me live that down, will you?” With resounding no’s, the three of you retired to the living room to lounge lazily on the couch and the ratty armchair Jeongguk brought with him from his old apartment he shared with Taehyung and Jimin. Seokjin carried the melting candle into the room with him, setting it down precariously on the glass coffee table set in the center.

As the three of you played the most boring game of ‘I Spy’ known to man, finally—several hours later—the lights came back on and the air conditioner whirred to life in the background. Jeongguk praised some higher powers and ran back to his room to try and see if his achievements had been saved.

“Well, that was certainly an interesting night. Probably eons better than sitting in a boring old café with a regular old fuck boy, huh Y/N?”

You got up and tried to brush off the comment from Seokjin, choosing to blow the candle out and wave the wisp of smoke away.

“Y/N?”

“Tell me, what’s the big deal with you and Jaehyun? Do you have some kind of grudge against him or something? You’d think, as my best friend,” You accented the word, letting a little more sting bite from your tongue, “You’d be more, I dunno, supportive?”

Throwing your hands in the air, you continued.

“Here I am, with this great guy who seems to be sweet on me and care for me and make me genuinely happy, and you just seem to want to stop anything from happening between us. Every date we’ve planned thus far that hasn’t been cancelled because of class or work, has been foiled by you and your innate need to keep me by your side. What, can’t spend a single day away from me? That’s kind of pathetic, Seokjin.”

You scoffed and slammed your bedroom door, throwing yourself in bed and yelling into your pillow. With one final apologetic text to Jaehyun, you tried to drift off to sleep with thoughts of his soft jackets and sweet scent and a pillowy, pink pout that wasn’t exactly Jaehyun’s but it struck something familiar in your gut just before your eyes shut.

Jeongguk swung out from his bedroom at the sound of your own door shutting harshly, eyebrows raised at Seokjin’s shocked expression, mouth agape.

“Smooth shit, you just made the one girl you’ve been pining for mad at you.”

“Shut it Jeon, it’s not as simple as you think.”

“Oh right, it’s not like you’ve been sabotaging every chance this poor girl has had with a guy she really likes just because that guy isn’t you. I mean, you went from using puppy dog eyes to get her to stay to giving her coworker food poisoning and siphoning gas from her car. Her car, Seokjin. Who does that?”

He sighed wistfully, moving to rest his chin on his crossed arms as he looked over the back of the sofa towards your door.

“Love makes you do crazy things, young grasshopper.”

“Whatever man, grow a pair and tell her how you feel or let her be happy. Now come on, I need a medic to actually heal me while I tank on these camping assholes.” Seokjin relented and aided the younger in his suppression of kids that were up past their bedtimes getting kill streaks and assists.

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“Okay, I have gas in my car, cash and money on my card, none of the threads of clothes are loose, and the weather is predicted to be sun-shiny today. Nothing is gonna stop me today,” You huffed out determined, tuning out Jeongguk as he coos at Yoongi’s dog on FaceTime.

You pop into his room, giving him a small smile and wave before heading out, taking the steps two at a time.

You had a spring in your step, feeling excited to finally be able to pull through on a date with Jaehyun. Even after profusely apologizing to him in person the next class you had together, he refused to accept any of them, saying it hadn’t been your fault and that there was nothing to be sorry about. Regardless, you pinky promised to actually get to a date this time, having cleared your schedule for over a week.

With explicit instructions to your boss that you were most certainly not available today, along with making sure both Jaehyun and yourself were class free, you knew today was the day.

You’d arrived to the park early, knitted bag in hand with several goodies inside for the lovely picnic Jaehyun had put together. It was beyond a cute idea, you already praised him for being such a romantic and nearly talked Jeongguk’s head off about how excited you were.

You [1:18 PM]: at the park! we’re still meeting by the pagoda at the lake, right? :)

The smiley face looked back at you, making your own grin grow. It also gave you a slight stab of guilt, remembering when Seokjin had mocked his use of the so-called emotes and it also reminded you of when you two last spoke. You’d blown up at your best friend and failed to make amends since. You tried to text and call him but he’d been avoiding you, Jeongguk keeping his lips sealed if he knew anything of him which you were sure he had to know something, he was his friend too after all. And he hadn’t yelled at him and left him hanging for over a week like you had.

jaehyun ✽ [1:20 PM]: yeah :D i’ll see you in a few

With that, you bounded down the stone path towards the open waters of the lake. It was warm and balmy with the softest breeze caressing your skin, making the warm air just the slightest bit cooler. It hummed in your ears and you came up with your own melody to match the wind, until you finally reached where Jaehyun had been leaning against the wooden structure.

“Hey!” You shouted, nearly toppling over your own two feet as they carried you to the chestnut haired boy. His eyes gleamed at the sight of you, slightly dewy as his dimple deepened with his smile.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you could make it,” He embraced you, letting his sleeveless shirt show off the toned muscle of his tan arms. You tried to keep it as PG as possible while he held you, having pure intents with the kind guy who had your heart in a vice.

“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” You beamed, letting him lead you to an open patch of grass where he laid down a plaid blanket to sit upon like a typical picnic. “Okay, so I brought some water bottles and snacks. I have chips and little cakes and—”

“Oh, wait I thought I was bringing the snacks and you were bringing the sandwiches?” You furrowed your brows as the two of you got comfortable, shaking your head.

“No, you asked me to bring snacks and drinks, right?” Jaehyun let his hair flop with the motion of his head, gesturing to his phone as he hurriedly scrolled up past the several texts between you two until he reached where he had initially made the plans for the picnic.

“See?” He pointed at the message in blue that indicated when he’d asked you to bring some sandwiches as the full meal and he’d provide drinks and chips and other goods. You rose your hand to hit yourself on the forehead, feeling so dumb for managing to screw this up even after such meticulous planning.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll just like… order a pizza or something. They deliver around here, I’m sure.” He smiled and you sort of imagined that this was what he meant whenever he tacked on a face to the end of his texts. It looked so much nicer in person, you had to admit.

You nodded and he called some local place, your mind wandering as you helped unpack what the two of you brought to assess the damage.

Both of you brought water, which was okay since you could never have enough especially on a day like today. Luckily, you brought one flavor of soda and Jaehyun brought another, so at least you had options. He’d also brought plain potato chips while you brought barbeque, having opted for a more “out-the-box” flavor thinking that Jaehyun might like it as much as yourself. He hadn’t thought to bring any sort of sweet so you patted yourself on the back for packing the small cakes.

Even though the two of you forwent the thought of an actual meal, all was not lost. There was enough variety amongst both your choices so in the end, it was okay.

Jaehyun had confirmed if the pizza was okay with you and with a swift nod, he had it sent off and you two were left to your own devices until it arrived.

In the meantime, you’d played Frisbee with the bright plastic disk Jaehyun packed and downed some of the water bottles, appreciating that they were chilled beforehand. The delivery man called Jaehyun and you breathed heavily as you laid next to him on the blanket, trying to catch your breath after running around with Jaehyun at your heels and some random dog chasing along the two of you.

“He’s here, I’m gonna try and wave him down, lemme know if you see him!” Jaehyun stood and searched with a hand over his eyes to shield from the devastating rays. You squinted past the lawn of the park and surveyed the area, seeing kids and kites and runaway squirrels but no man in bright red clothes and a dorky cap.

“D’ya see him yet?” Jaehyun propped himself up on his toes, as if that’d help him see better. When you looked in the opposite direction, turning your head to face the other half of the park, you felt your heart stop.

“Oh for fuck’s sake—”

“Oh! Y/N! I didn’t know you were here!” Seokjin beamed, as if he hadn’t been avoiding your messages and like nothing ever occurred between the two of you. Jaehyun approached where Seokjin stood by the blanket, already tugging his wallet out of his jeans and smiling widely at the newcomer.

“Hello, you know Y/N?” He began, pulling out his card to let the other man confirm his information.

As Seokjin pulled the pizza out from the insulated bag to hand over, he nodded excitedly.

“Y/N and I are really close, best friends even! As close as two people can get, really,”

“Without getting intimate, I should add,” You jumped into the conversation, smiling awkwardly at the idea of your overly affectionate best friend and possible-new-boyfriend initiating their first real interaction. It felt like something akin to bringing an ex to meet the new hubby, like walking on eggshells despite the two smiles amongst the guys.

Though Seokjin’s looked to have lacked the usual wanderlust it normally had, seeming pinched and forced while Jaehyun’s was smooth and typical. He hadn’t realized the daggers the other had been staring at him, too busy taking the food to set down.

The good thing about knowing Seokjin as long and as well as you did, meant you could read him easily.

The bad thing?

You could tell the minute things were going to go downhill.

It seemed innocent, Seokjin dropping the bag onto the floor and Jaehyun being a gentleman and getting it for him. That is until Seokjin nudged the poor boy as he got up and made him stumble with the pizza box in his hand, making him trip and let the pizza collapse on the floor, top wide open.

It could’ve been a complete accident and coincidence, how the smell of pepperoni and melted cheese carried with the breeze, utterly unplanned as the dogs that had been playfully wrestling some space away caught a whiff and broke into a mad dash into the direction, against their owner’s calls.

A truly unfortunate turn of events how the dogs devoured the food, slobbering on Jaehyun still on the ground while you watched in horror as sauce and crusts went flying, Seokjin doing a terrible job of hiding his wild laughter behind his hand.

It could’ve all been an accident.

“Jaehyun!” You rushed to bring him to his feet, trying to wipe away the remnants of dust, dirt and meat as it speckled across his torso, face and hair. “Are you okay?”

He stuttered, trying to figure out what just happened in the brink of a few seconds.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean for that to happen, I’ll make it up to you, I swear!” Jaehyun promised as he picked at the stray leaves that itched at his scalp.

Amidst Seokjin’s snickers, you gave him the most pointed stare and softened it as you turned towards Jaehyun.

“Did you wanna get cleaned up? There’s a bathroom just down the path,” Jaehyun nodded and silently made his way down the stone road, you had waited until he was out of sight and earshot to finally turn the full brunt of your anger towards Seokjin, who was still laughing.

“What the fuck is your problem? I get it, I was an ass to you once but what the fuck? That was totally not cool!” Your face heated up as you tried to keep your volume to a minimum, for sake of the little ears nearby.

“What, that was an accident and it was funny as hell!” He squeaked with laughter as another wave crashed over him and made him bend at the middle, clutching his midsection. “You can’t seriously blame me for that!”

“You know Seokjin, there’s a lot I haven’t been able to pin on you but things sure get fishy whenever something is supposed to happen with Jaehyun and I.” You squinted your eyes, pointing a finger as Seokjin and jabbing him right in the cleft of his chest, where the annoying cartoon slice of pizza decal was printed on his uniform.

“Like how I magically lost all the gas I had put in my car, or how my boss strangely forgot the day I’d asked off or how all my clothes somehow ended up under my bed, where they’ve never been before?” Seokjin tugged at the collar of his shirt and readjusted the annoyingly bright red cap on his head, some of his fluffy locks slipping out from under and flopping down his forehead; wet with sweat.

“Isn’t it just so interesting how you’ve always told me how much you want me to stay with you on the days when I’m supposed to go out with him, and how something just always goes wrong right after I deny you that?” You scoffed, finally breaking the heated eye contact you held with him to look off into the distance, grimacing at the mess of cheese partly on the blanket by your feet.

“What, are you jealous?”

Seokjin’s eyes widened, mouth moving a million miles a minute.

“Wh-what?! No—what would even—that’s so fucking wrong, I mean—Y/N you’re crazy,” He sputtered, hands doing some strange back and forth motion as he tried to string together along a strain of sensible syllables.

You crossed your arms and gave him your best pointed look, not believing his word vomit for a second.

“C’mon Y/N, what do I have to be jealous about?” He tried to laugh it off, exaggerating it with a slap of his clothed thigh. “Jaehyun is nowhere near as good looking as me, there’s no way I’m jealous of him!”

“That’s not what I was implying.”

He gulped audibly, more sweat gathered on his brow as he took off his cap completely, running a hand through his dark cocoa locks and musing the sweaty, flattened hair with his fingers.

“What, you think I’m jealous because he’s the one who gets to send you smiley faces and hearts and every other cheesy, flirty text in the books? Because he gets to give you his jackets and call you sickeningly sweet nicknames, saving you in his phone with a little heart next to your name because I’m not.”

One of your eyebrows rose to your hairline, the other joining just as swiftly.

“Even though he isn’t half as good looking as me or has known you for a fraction as long as I have, he still gets to be the one to kiss you and lay in bed with you and go on cheesy, corny, cute as fuck picnic dates like this with you!”

At this point, Seokjin was fuming; seething with something that you couldn’t name but it certainly was nothing like his usual happy-go-lucky self.

“Jin?” You tested the waters, voice wavering as your anger dissipated the longer you saw just how affected Seokjin was. He was clearly further invested in this than you presumed, thinking he was just upset because he was losing quality time with his best friend.

“Fuck—Y/N, I… I think I fucking love you and I don’t know what to do about it because you’re out here dating guys that treat you millions of times better than I do and make you infinitely happier and I’m just some loser sitting at home and pining and scheming on ways to keep you from being happy and I—I’m just so fucking sorry, Y/N.”

Seokjin’s eyes were dewy, shiny and soft at the brown centers of his irises and his lips wobbled in a pout you never wanted to be faced with.

“Jin—Seok, I never knew.”

He laughed, bitter and dry as he ran another pass of his hand through his messed up mop of hair.

“Of course you didn’t know, because I was too chicken shit to tell you! Instead of being a man and telling you how I felt, I did this and I’m sorry. Please tell Jaehyun I am too, I’ll give you two some privacy for once. I’m really sorry, Y/N, please don’t hate me.”

“Seokjin, I could never—”

“Y/N, I got most of it off!” Jaehyun bounded back like he was one of the puppies that had attacked him earlier. He gestured to his now slightly damp but sauce free clothes, minus a few dabs here and there where grease and cheese caked in a little too much to be cleaned off with some sink water.

The knees of his jeans were still filthy with dirt but the shine of his smile did wonders in distracting eyes from his pants and you had to force yourself to return the warmth, despite feeling numb and cold in your fingertips.

“Uh, sir, I’m very sorry about all of that. I’ll be sure to free out the pizza and add a credit under your number, I can have the pizza remade and sent right out if you’d like.” Jaehyun waved his hand and shook his head.

“That’s okay, Y/N and I can just figure something else out. Maybe something a little less messy, huh?” He chuckled and you gave him a tight-lipped smile, trying to ignore the tingle in your knees.

“Well, either way I’m still very sorry. Please have a nice day and I hope the rest of your date goes well.” Jaehyun thanked him and asked you to help gather the picnic materials, choosing to pack it up to head to somewhere to sit down and eat.

As you two made your way through the park, under the shade of the brush and foliage, amongst twittering birds, you couldn’t help but focus more on the gravel crunching under your sneakers than Jaehyun’s usually melodious voice speaking animatedly about his brother’s new bird.

“And when he says something, it says it right back! Isn’t that the cutest?” He looked over to where you meandered, clearly distracted. “Hey, Y/N, are you okay?”

You tried to fake a smile, to be happy that you’re finally on the date you’ve been rescheduling day after day with a guy whom you’ve thought was running inside your dreams but as you began to recall the minute details, features became clearer and softer as you finally saw pink lips and dewy cheeks and broad shoulders and—

“Are you feeling alright?” Jaehyun stopped in front of you, holding you by the shoulders as you finally met his worried eyes.

“Uh, um,” You looked at him, how handsome he was and tender and cut so well along the edges. Yet, when you looked longer, you felt the tug in your tummy of wanting to see plush lips and open eyes, crooked fingers on wide palms to hold you like Jaehyun was right now. “N-not really, I think I’m coming down with something. Maybe it’s the trees, or something.”

He nodded understandingly, offering to take you home and even going as far as handing you his jacket so you don’t get too cold on the way home. You took it, for the sake of the ruse but you knew when you took it off to return it, it’d be the last time you accepted one from him.

Arriving home, you tried to come in as quietly as possible.

Unfortunately—when he was actually alert enough to his surroundings—Jeongguk had hearing like a hawk.

“What did you say to Jin?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to push away whatever this nagging feeling was that had been under your skin since the minute he said he loved you.

“Nothing! He went on a rampage while I was on my date, he delivered our pizza and basically destroyed our picnic.”

“Why do I feel like you’re exaggerating?” Jeongguk rounded the couch and sat on the arm of it, squinting at you suspiciously.

You threw your knitted bag on the ratty armchair before slumping next to it, utterly drained both physically and mentally.

“C’mon, you know Seokjin. It’s totally a possibility with him,”

“And yet, this time it isn’t.”

You sighed, subjected to your own worst enemy: the truth.

“He—He said he loved me, okay? He fucking made Jaehyun get attacked by dogs by making him drop the pizza and while he was gone he went through this whole angry confession thing where he basically broke down and apologized and told me he loved me and—”

“Woah, woah, time out Y/N!” Jeongguk made a T shape with his hands, eyes slightly bugged out. “Back up on the play there, take a breather and explain what you meant by ‘angry confession’?” He sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he tried to gain clarity from your words.

And with that, you explained everything in vivid detail, down to the last speck of dust that laid on Seokjin’s pretty cheekbones and Jeongguk smirked by the end of it all, muttering how he knew it all along.

“Know what? C’mon Guk, quit playing,”

He leaned back, arms behind his head.

“You love Jin.”

○ ◐ ●

Jeongguk waves his hand at Seokjin’s words, mentioning how this was just so important that he had to leave right then and there.

“But Guk! It’s your apartment! You can’t just leave a guest here alone!”

“You’re not alone! You’ve got Y/N, plus you’re always saying you practically live here anyways so,” Jeongguk trailed off as he left the apartment, feigning that he had some important last minute project but in reality he was probably going over to Yoongi’s to fuck.

You were a coward. The biggest coward to ever cowardly coward in the history of cowarding.

Seokjin was there, watching cable television in your living room and heating up off brand pizza bagels and you were here, sitting in your underwear under your covers, thinking that you could possibly make yourself transport elsewhere by shutting your eyes tight and clutching the bed sheets harder.

bunny [12:44 PM]: quit being a wimp and DO SOMETHING

You [12:44 PM]: how do you know i’m not right now?

bunny [12:45 PM]: bc ur clearly texting me rn so

bunny [12:45 PM]: I know firsthand u can’t text while fucking

You [12:45 PM]: lies, you guys know how to jerk it while texting

You [12:46 PM]: it’s a gift and it’s not fair >:(

bunny [12:46 PM]: y/n shut up and go help jin get his dick wet

You locked your phone angrily and sat cross legged on your bed.

You shouldn’t have to do anything. You were doing just fine with a really great guy, Seokjin’s the one who had to get his own personal feelings involved and make it harder on you.

Jaehyun had been so nice about everything, every one of your half-assed excuses making it past him and he always took them in stride with smiley faces and dimpled grins.

That is, up until now.

jaehyun ✽ [12:58 PM]: hey, can i ask you something?

You [12:59 PM]: sure :D

jaehyun ✽ [12:59 PM]: do you have feelings for the pizza guy?

You [1:00 PM]: what pizza guy?

jaehyun ✽ [1:00 PM]: you know, the one that delivered the pizza to our picnic. you looked kinda… distracted, by him

jaehyun ✽ [1:01 PM]: it’s totally cool if you do, i mean i really liked you too but i get it if you had something going on before me

Was there something you could say to him? Could you explain why Seokjin suddenly made your heart race and why you no longer craved to see Jaehyun when you had Seokjin right there?

“Y/N! I think I broke your TV!” The voice came from the living room, tearing you out of your small crisis.

You let out an exasperated sigh at Seokjin before throwing on an oversized T-shirt and going out to inspect the damage. You hadn’t even forgone the thought of pants, feeling both exhausted and far too comfortable in your own home to have gone through that effort. Seokjin on the other hand, couldn’t take his focus from that tiny, insignificant detail.

“Um—Y/N, what are you…?” You looked at the TV screen, quickly figuring out that the issue was the AVI cord that sometimes jiggled out of place from the back. In the meantime, you tossed your locked phone onto the couch by Seokjin, trying to ignore his still roaming eyes.

As you reached behind the dusty TV, your phone buzzed and broke Seokjin from his trance to look over at the illuminated screen. When he read Jaehyun’s name followed by that same stupid flower, he felt something in him snap.

It’d been a few days since he said those dumb words to you, since you hadn’t said it back and anything else towards him.

And here you were, just waving your unclad ass in front of his face just to fucking tease him further, to mock his inability to take what he wanted.

“Seok, what are you doing?” He heard your small voice as he realized where he was.

Pressed up against you, already half hard at the action alone.

“What are you doing still texting him?” Seokjin lost his filter, lost his cool. He was tired of sitting on the sidelines and losing every chance to be the bigger man and have his shot to be with you. You tried to question him, asking him who he meant but it only made him press harder, your hands holding you up against the TV stand.

“You know who I’m talking about, the guy who doesn’t know how to keep his hands off what’s not his.”

“Yours?” You looked back incredulously, feeling more surprised than offended at the statement. Granted, you’re already shocked by Seokjin’s bold move along with his rapidly hardening length against your backside.

“I’ve known you for years now, been by your side as you cried over God knows what and when you bought your first vibrator and got too scared to use it. I know your favorite foods and colors and what makes you smile. And yet, he still gets to talk to you more than I do. When was the last time we spoke, Y/N?”

“I—” You stopped trying to come up with something that wasn’t as wimpy as ‘a week ago’ because you knew that wasn’t an answer Seokjin would appreciate.

“I’m sick and tired of staying quiet and letting him have all the fun with you, Y/N. I think it’s about time you forgot about him,” He pressed on harder, your t-shirt rising more and giving Seokjin more tantalizing skin to look at. “And have a taste of what you already have.”

His hands found purchase on your hips and made his grip more prominent, the touch feeling slightly chilly against the bare skin that now showed where your shirt rose.

“S-Seok, what are you trying to do?” You stuttered, straightening from where you were bent over but that didn’t phase Seokjin, his grip still iron clad despite your shirt cascading down over his hands and concealing them underneath. “I’m still allowed to text Jaehyun, he’s my friend and I—”

“But that’s not all he is, not according to him.” His fingers left indentions on your hips with how hard he was holding onto you now, channeling his emotions through the grip he had on you. “He thinks he has a chance, isn’t that just so cute? When clearly, you’re mine.”

At that, you pushed his hands off of you and whipped around to face Seokjin, feeling both bold and a little angered by what he was implying.

“Excuse me? Yours? Since when did you acquire that title?—Please, do tell since I fail to remember this little coronation.”

Seokjin fucking scoffed, as if the answer was clear as day.

“If you think that you pathetically admitting your undying affections for me after ruining a date I was happily on with a complete gentleman, then I’m sorry to say you’re sorely mistaken.” You placed your hands on your hips, feeling the slight bruising from where Seokjin’s hands had just been. His eyes flashed down a moment, relishing in your slight wince from what he’d done.

“You didn’t seem to think it was so pathetic, if this little get-up is anything to go by. Are you trying to entice me, Y/N? Because it’s working,” Seokjin’s hands creeped up your sides again, trying to get his hands everywhere his eyes had trailed already and you pushed them off you once more.

“This,” You gestured to your body and outfit, “is because I’m in my own home and I’m allowed to be comfortable in said home.”

Seokjin grew bolder with every waking minute, watching you heat up the longer he continued to play with you and your emotions.

“This,” He then mimicked you gesturing to your own body before continuing, “is driving me crazy and we both know you know better than to walk around like this with a guest in your apartment.” As he spoke, his hands returned, snaking under your shirt and gently grazing the open skin he could find. You shivered at the contact, trying to fight how Seokjin was getting under your skin just right.

“Maybe it wouldn’t drive you crazy if you weren’t in someone’s home uninvited and unwarranted.”

He chuckled darkly and in all the years you’d known Seokjin, you’ve never seen him so cocky and menacing. And never so hot.

“I was invited, sweetheart. But Jeongguk decided to be a bad friend and leave me to be someone’s booty call. I figured I’d at least make the most of it by being polite enough and wait for him but then you just had to show up wearing practically nothing—”

You made an affronted noise and he stopped mid-sentence to shoot you a glare, eyebrow arched as he questioned the interruption.

“I am wearing something, you asshole.”

And that was just the last grain of rice on the scale that tipped it right over the edge.

Seokjin’s hand abruptly left your body to tangle in your hair and yank your head back, exposing the column of your neck to him to which he eagerly helped himself to. He nosed up until he reached your ear, sucking right behind it and making you go weak at the knees—feeling like they’d buckle at any moment but Seokjin had a strong grip around your waist with the other arm.

His breath ghosted over your ear as he rasped, heady and dark to match his eyes.

“You want me to be an asshole, Y/N? I think I deserve more respect than that, I’ve been nothing but a cordial gentleman to you all this time. I kept my dirty, nasty thoughts about you to myself even when you test me with that sweet little ass of yours in all those slutty outfits, just begging to be bent over the kitchen counter and made into the bitch you are.”

This was nothing like the Seokjin you knew, his voice was laced with sinful intent and while you’d never explored the concept of being degraded like this, you couldn’t deny how aroused it made you feel and you couldn’t pinpoint if it was because of it coming from Seokjin himself or if it was just the idea of having someone dominant like this making you soaking wet.

“Oh, now you have nothing to say? You were making use of that smart mouth of yours before, what happened?” His voice trailed off as he sucked and bit along your neck where he snaked up to before, his fingers still tight in your hair and making your neck ache with the hard angle he held you at. “Tell me if you want to stop, love. All it takes is one word and I’ll go,” He whispered over your skin and that was more intimate than anything else he’d already said tonight.

Your mind was running at a million miles a minute and you fought Seokjin’s hand in your hair until he realized and let go, giving you the widest eyes you’ve ever seen. He began to apologize, thinking he’d crossed some line but when you were finally free from his grip, you made your own move and lurched forward to finally taste the lips that were haunting your dreams.

He made a noise out of surprise, mind not catching up with what was happening until your tongue swiped against his mouth and he finally wrapped his arms around you and returned the lip lock. It was hot and heady and he loved how you tasted like the mint toothpaste you kept in your bathroom, cold against his tongue.

You broke apart to catch your breath, coming in rapid puffs and Seokjin returned to the role he’d enjoyed taking part in before.

His hands went from caressing your back to cupping your ass, bringing you closer against him to feel the hardness at your hip, straining against the dark wash jeans he’d worn today. You suppressed a small yelp at the motion, caught off guard and still not used to being manhandled in such a way but you didn’t give Seokjin any negative signals to stop so he prodded further by kneading the flesh of your behind and going as far as giving it a harsh smack.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” He smirked and you bit your lip in anticipation, his hands trailing up and taking the hem of your shirt in his fingers. With a quirked brow and an eager nod from you, he pulled the shirt up and off your frame, eyes instantly going to your body to look at it in all its glory. He cursed under his breath and let his thumbs rub up and down your waist line, feeling the skin dip under his fingers and wanting nothing more than to mark and claim you as his; to bruise you and make you ache for days.

“Seok?” You spoke softly, Seokjin’s eyes on you for longer than you’d like especially with how riled up he managed to get you in the past few minutes.

“You’re never allowed to see that guy again,” Was all he said before he picked you up over his shoulder like a fireman and you squealed at the action, hitting his back with closed fists and begging him to put you down. Despite your flailing, Seokjin kept a pretty sturdy grip on you and he proved his strength with carrying you all the way to the bedroom, leaving the door wide open and tossing you onto the bed with a bounce.

“Finish stripping,” He began, undoing the tie he’d worn along with his baggy dress shirt. While strangely formal/casual, his outfit was nothing short of attractive on him and you were distracted by the sight of him unbuttoning his top, so much so that it had Seokjin frowning at you.

“Listen love, I know I’m drop dead gorgeous but I asked you do something. Do you really want to see what happens when you disobey my orders?” You shook your head and resumed taking off your undergarments, feeling the slight awkward hitch of being totally nude in front of your best friend. Seokjin however, didn’t seem to feel that hiccup as he let his eyes hungrily rake over you on the mattress.

He finally was down to his briefs, dark in color like his jeans, and he was about to make a move onto the bed when the two of you heard the sound of a phone ringing in the living room.

“Oh! That’s the ringtone I set for Jaehyun,” You automatically began to sit up and move off the bed, a habit from when you were still head over heels for the boy, and that didn’t seem to sit well with Seokjin. He pushed you back onto the bed, slapping your thigh when you tried to cross your legs shut and holding you down with a hand at your neck.

“What did I tell you about him?” He seethed.

“You said I’m never allowed to see him again, not talk to him on the phone.”

That little retort earned you another slap on the thigh, twice as hard as the one before and you hissed at the sting, trying to ignore the jump in your heartrate from the pain.

“There’s that smart mouth again,” Seokjin spat and he released you from his hand to turn back to the puddle of clothes that were pooled on your bedroom floor. In the mass of it all, he pulled out the inky tie he was wearing, returning to the bed swiftly and taking each of your wrists into one of his hands. “You need to learn your place and who you belong to, angel.”

You watched helplessly (and painfully aroused by the sight) as Seokjin wrapped a knot around your wrists with the loose tie before turning you on your side and smacking your ass, urging you to turn completely onto your stomach. As you silently relented, Seokjin took the time to admire your backside and finish securing the tie around your metal bedframe, setting it in a pretty little bow.

It was very ‘Jin’ of him, to make something so dirty and callous pretty to the eyes.

“Now, I’m going to eat you out until your crying into that pillow of yours and if you have a problem with that, I suggest you tell me now.” You shook your head and tugged on the restraint, feeling the taut ribbon around your wrists form a strict vice, keeping you immobile. “But first, I plan on making you ache for me.”

And with that, he began to suck, nip and bite along your body, leaving no spot unmarked and untouched by his sinful lips. He placed hickey after hickey on your body, bruises so sharp you could only squirm as he would suck another into your skin. Seokjin made his way down until he was faced with your dripping arousal, finger swiping through the wetness that developed there and making you muffle a moan into the pillow.

He spanked the inside of your thigh, making your legs unconsciously spread further. He then used a hand at your abdomen to pull you up into a position where your torso and face where smushed into the bed but you still were on your knees, ass up for Seokjin.

“Don’t even think about hiding those precious noises, you’ll be punished if you do.” He rasped against your thigh before sucking another trail of hickies there. After teasing you for so long, Seokjin finally began to lap around your folds and you had to force yourself from burying your face into the pillow as he literally ripped moans out of you.

His hands stayed on your ass and thighs, alternating spreading you to reach further, to bury his tongue as deep as possible and kneading the flesh as you begged for more—for anything more he could give you.

Seokjin chuckled with his tongue inside you, the vibrations making you shake and shiver while you continued to writhe in the makeshift handcuffs. He slipped down lower to suck on your clit, bringing one of his hands close enough to dip a finger inside you. The dual sensations drove you mad, moaning unintelligibly as Seokjin passed his tongue over the sensitive nub while simultaneously stroking your walls, adding a second finger to aid in searching for that one spot that’d make you scream his name.

At this point, you were sobbing into the pillow, needing more than just his mouth and you made sure to vocalize that.

The sound of you begging so prettily for Seokjin had him pulling away, admiring his handiwork. He gave you another sharp spank on the ass, watching the meat jiggle before deciding that enough was enough.

He dove in once more, much to your chagrin—your protests falling on deaf ears as Seokjin progressed further in making you into a pool of putty. His tongue and fingers were on double time, making your breath catch in your throat as he quite literally sucked an orgasm out of you. You trembled in the aftershocks, Seokjin not once letting up in his ministrations until you cried for him to stop, that it was just too much.

“I’m not quite finished yet, doll. You still have to prove to me that you’re mine.” Seokjin pulled down his briefs and let his cock slap his abdomen, finally being released from the tight confines. He took himself into his hand, fucking the grip and letting his head roll back from the sweet relief the friction gave him.

“Seokjin, please,” You whimpered, barely able to look behind you to see Seokjin stroking himself while you were still bound against the bed, pulse racing from the recent orgasm. He stopped to look over at you, his own heart clenching at your voice so utterly wrecked for him and how sweet your body was, all presented for him like a goddamn gift.

“Please what?” He grinned like the cat that got the cream, devilishly awaiting for you to finally give him what he wanted.

“Please, fuck me.” You gritted, fighting your own humiliation to admit what your desires were. Seokjin was more than pleased with your request and he had no problem with obliging.

“You still on the pill, doll?” You nodded against the sheets, face heating up at the thought of Seokjin going in raw and you tried to deny the idea of it being so damn hot.

Before he relented however, you felt the mattress dip as he moved from behind you until he was instead kneeled by your face, up close to where your hands were tied down to. You were met with a face full of his cock, red and hard—achingly so by the looks of it. The head was glistening and your eyes trailed up to meet Seokjin’s own hard gaze.

“What’re you looking at? Go on, get me wet for you.”

You breathed hard before leaning forward as much as you could, on wobbly knees with the lack of steadiness your hands would normally provide for you. Giving his length kittenish licks, it didn’t seem to please Seokjin as he gripped your hair hard and pulled you back, nearly making you fall from the sudden imbalance. He growled at you to get him wet, not to tease, and quite forcefully pushed his cock into your mouth.

You gagged around his length, letting him use you as he fucked into the wet cavern, tongue trying to keep up with his thrusts. It was sloppy and you were drooling all over him and yourself, something that you’re sure Seokjin didn’t mind as he groaned and fucked your throat raw.

“That’s good enough, pet.” He ripped himself away and returned behind you, biting down once more on your ass cheek before spreading you open and licking his lips at the sight of you. He asked one final time if everything was okay and you just whined in response, squirming in place in anticipation for the inevitable.

His lip was in-between his teeth as he entered you, inch by agonizing inch until he was fully seated inside you and he slumped over your back, hand coming up to stroke where your hands were bound. Seokjin gave you time to adjust, pressing kisses at the nape of your neck until you whispered for him to move, and that was his cue.

He held nothing back, fucking you just as hard and relentless as he’d eaten you out. With hungry fervor, he wrecked you with every snap of his hips; rendering you helpless.

“Such a good little slut, taking everything and so much more,” He panted hard as he exerted more force and made you shift up the mattress. “You beg for it so prettily, made to take my cock,” You whimpered in response and clenched your grip around the black restraints as Seokjin brought you closer to your second orgasm, much quicker than the first time with all the overstimulation deliciously stinging up your nerves.

The sounds of sex were loud in the bedroom, Seokjin’s harsh thrusts audible to even the most innocent of ears and you worried if the neighbors could hear the bed frame banging against the wall, knowing full and well what the noise was of, paired with your muffled moans and whimpers.

His hand came down hard, spanking you and then gripping the stinging flesh as he reminded you not to mute yourself, forcing you to keep your head up until he finally slammed against that one spot inside you that fucked the orgasm out of you.

Seokjin hissed as you clenched tighter around him, fucking you harder and quicker until he finally came deep inside, the heat rushing through you and making you cry out.

He pulled out slowly, watching as his release dribbled out of you and spattered on your thighs. He cursed and tried to catch his breath, hand on your hip to keep you from collapsing under him.

“Baby,” He panted, barely scrummaging up enough energy to untie you, quickly falling onto the bed next to you. You laid there for a moment, not even paying attention to your freed hands as everything slowly came back to you in full color. You rolled over on your back, wincing at the bruises that littered your back liberally—you felt them everywhere and just laying down hurt.

Seokjin looked over at you, concerned but you waved him off, gently laying back down after arching your body off the bed before to try and minimalize the contact to your back. Turning your head to face Seokjin, you gave him a half-lidded smile and he returned it in full sentiment, bringing you close to him as softly as possible to keep from hurting you further.

“I didn’t go too hard, did I? I’m sorry for hurting you,” You shook your head, moving forward to give him a peck before settling against his chest, stroking circles and figure eights on his pectorals.

“It was great, Seok, I really enjoyed it, thought I made that sorta obvious,” You breathlessly laughed and Seokjin joined you, before remembering that he had to clean you up. He reached for the tissues you kept on your night stand and gently snuck down to wipe away at the excess come that leaked out of you and wherever else it managed to get on.

He tossed the tissues out in the nearby wastebasket and held you to his side, rubbing your back lovingly.

“If you couldn’t already tell, I love you too.” You began to speak softly, not looking up as you continued to make patterns on Seokjin’s skin. “But next time, don’t mess with me like that. Just tell me up front, okay?” He chuckled and agreed, though he made sure to enunciate that his feelings were genuine and that he hoped there wasn’t going to be a next time since your dates from now on will be with him and no one else.

Seokjin pulled the covers over the two of you and let his eyes drift shut, having already listened to your breathing even out as you fell asleep cuddled up to Seokjin.

Jeongguk had returned home and made his way to his room, not without stopping by the wide open door of your bedroom to spot the pile of clothes and the two naked bodies wrapped around each other. He smiled fondly and muttered under his breath, “Fucking finally,” before going into his room, shooting a text to Yoongi to tell him his plan had worked and he won the bet, earning a blow job from the other.

Seokjin shifted next to you and you drowsily held onto him tighter, the warm body easing your mind and lulling you back to sleep easily. The two of you smiled in your slumber, happy to have finally succumbed to the thoughts your dreams had been giving you endlessly.

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