#(*couch* his harem *cough*)

[didderd]

just a quick doodle of my mafia au sona (Don D) with my hairstyle... sept i felt it was too soft and added to it. :3

[calkills]

A Midterm Meltdown

a haikyuu college smau ! (btw it's a harem so we got all the favorite boys, dw. there will be a different ending for each boy)

warnings for the whole series / swearing , suggestive at times but nothing explicit , heavy pining , college people being college people , drinking , smoking

chapter I - fumbling the bag

If you had a quarter for every time you were hit on at the campus vending machine you would have 2 quarters, which is weird that it's getting so common.

standing near the big machine by the exit door of the large campus, you fumble with the small bag of change you keep in your backpack as you pull some out to put in the big box. metal coins clinking against it being the only noise around, spare for the light laughter of friends walking in the back, others sat at the fountain in the middle of campus talking over lunch.

pulled back into reality by a cough from your right side you blinked owlishly before turning your head, being met face to- well, chest as the figure began to speak while you turned your head up to look at the man.

"hi, um. you're really pretty." eyes carding over his features, you barely heard what he said as you took notice of his black and white locks, a slight wave to them as they hung in his face, damp due to the heat though it was barely a few days into May. what really struck you was his bright yellowish eyes seeming like an animal that you couldn't quite place. trying to ignore the way his full cheeks had an almost unnoticeable glow as you piece together words in your mind to respond after realizing you were taking too long to.

"oh, thank you. you too." those were the only words you were able to make sense of in your head before the whirring of the vending machine let you know that your drink had been dispensed. whipping your head back over you reach down to grab the melon flavored Ramune that was surely shaken up from its fall. standing up and facing the eccentric looking guy in front of you, you gave him a respectful and curt bow before walking past him, now taking notice of his friend who stood just a bit behind. looking up from his phone he gave a nod of his head as you did the same, his short black hair shifting on his head and his striking greenish-blue eyes unblinking as he looked back down to his phone, brows furrowed as he stared at the device like it was holding his sister hostage.

as you passed the two men you furrowed your brows and bit your bottom lip in embarrassment, mentally punching yourself in the face as you trailed down the sidewalk, damned drink in hand. finally pulling up to your dorm you jiggled the key through the lock and let out the worlds loudest sigh, slamming the door open.

an orange haired boy jumped slightly as he stayed in his seat and never broke his eyes from the volleyball game that was playing on the small TV near him. he sat on the 2 seater couch placed underneath his bed on his side of the room. he could tell that the girl was in her feelings and was in one of those moods where if he looked over at her and made eye contact she might fold him over three ways to Sunday. so instead of imploring her issues too deeply he simply asked, "what's up with you?"

practically throwing your bag on the ground near your bed and crawling onto it, spread eagle on your back, you groaned and spoke, "a whole grown man came up to me at the vending machine and said I was pretty and I said 'you too' and left. he was so fine too.." rubbing your hands over your face and letting out a whine, you reach for your phone to absentmindedly find something to distract you from the insane fumble just moments earlier.

silently reaching to hand Hinata your Ramune to open the carbonated drink you unlock your phone and scroll Twitter. the boy takes the beverage and pops the marble down into it, slightly fizzing at the pressure. his eyes still focused on the game in front of him as he silently handed it back to you before mumbling, "that shit's tragic, [name].."

"fuck you..." you replied back before your eyes stuck on a post, the person in the profile picture seemingly so familiar as you read it over before you recognize the two as the ones from the vending machine.

[joonslfttiddie]

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Chapter 39: It's His Fate...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Reincarnation/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Sexual content/protective order/mentions of harassment/questioning of sexuality/adult content/unprotected sex/mention of violence/adult language

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 4,883

CHAPTER 39

Another POV

*smack*

The sound of flesh on flesh echoes throughout the room. Holding his face, Tony looks up at his brother from the ground, where he’s on his knees, his weight resting back on his feet.

“You fucking dumbass. Do you realize how much trouble you’ve caused?! I told you over and over and fucking over again to leave that woman alone; now look at you. If you’re going to do illegal shit, you should be smart enough to not get caught,” the man yells down at the other after slapping the shit out of him.

“Why is it illegal? How is checking in on and watching over the love of my life a fucking crime? She needs me! She needs me to keep her safe!”

“Tony, she doesn’t fucking need you! You really are a psycho, aren’t you?! You are delusional. That’s why you’ve had to go to therapy to begin with. You ain’t nothing but a little weak ass boy… weak mind and body. You’re way out of your depths thinking you could bag that bitch, baby boy. She doesn’t want you…never has and never will!”

Spit is flying from his mouth as he berates his little brother.

“She is way too much woman for you to handle, anyway. Shit, I could tell from the first day I saw her, when I dropped you off for your session all those years ago, that she needed a real man to dick her down,” he says, leaning over to speak directly into Tony’s ear. “I was so close to burying my pipe in that sweet pussy. To reach that itch, she needs scratched so badly. To have her bent over, panting out my name. I was this fucking close,” the man says with his thumb and index finger centimeters apart, demonstrating how close he was to fucking Tia.

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!”

“Who the FUCK do you think you’re talking to, bitch?” He continues to speak with his hand now around Tony’s throat, squeezing as hard as he can. “You must think I’m Jason. Don’t forget, I don’t fucking baby your ho ass just because you’re our little brother. Well, half little bastard ass brother.”

Tony wants so badly to fight his brother, but he knows that’s a battle he’s never been able to win. He’s only a few years younger, but he wasn’t blessed with the strength and muscle they possess. Maybe Brandon has been right all along. Maybe it is because he has a different mother, has different genes. Whatever. He definitely can’t beat him now as darkness clouds his vision.

“Brandon, that’s enough,” Jason says when he emerges from around the corner, entering the room. His tone, however, doesn’t carry the same urgency as Tony’s current predicament.

Reluctantly, Brandon releases Tony’s throat, allowing him to fall to the floor, coughing and gasping for air while holding his neck.

“Why the fuck are you always protecting this little fucker? I should have just killed him when we first found out about him. When his whore of a mother dumped him on our doorstep like the mutt he is.”

Jason doesn’t particularly like Tony either, but he is more patient, whereas Brandon has always been more hot-tempered and impulsive.

“Well, you’ve missed that chance by a few decades, huh? Besides, he is obviously Dad’s son, too, always chasing behind a skirt just like he did, and our grandfather, and our great-grandfather. This is a trait we’ve all gotten honestly,” Jason sits on the couch and continues with, “Now, get up, Tony.”

The man complies and gets up to sit on the other chair, still holding his throat, eyes bloodshot.

“Your ass would still be in jail if it was up to me. You better be glad Jason was nice enough to bond your ass out,” Brandon says, seething.

“Well, it’s the least WE could do, seeing as he’s taking the fall for you, Brandon. That is the deal, seeing as he did create the perfect opportunity to get you off the hook,” Jason retorts.

While Tony has put himself in a tight spot on his own by stalking Tia and getting caught, confessing to poisoning her wine took some convincing, but not much. Like Jason said, that was the deal to get him out of that hell hole. Not only that, even though they treat him like shit, they are his brothers. He still loves them, nonetheless. They are mean, but they are present in his life. They haven’t abandoned him.

"I told you...I didn't do it! Plus, he's going to prison anyway. A few more years won't hurt and if I had done it, that's the least HE can do with his useless ass. And, I mean, everything worked out so perfectly for him to do this," Brandon says while taking a seat next to his twin. "It is as if it's his fate."

“Tony, enjoy your freedom for now but stay away from that woman. Don’t make us regret getting you out,” Jason warns.

Tony nods, looking so small sitting on the edge of the couch, but inside, he is still fuming over the way things have transpired. His entire life has been a complete shit show, but it has gotten progressively worse. Tony seems to disassociate when he stares off into space with a lost look on his face.

He can’t get the memory out of his head. The reel of Officer Jeon fucking his woman through the window is on a loop, playing in his mind. The look on her face was as if she was enjoying it. The way Officer Jeon continued to pound into her even after seeing him standing in the yard… watching them. The disrespectful motherfucker kept eye contact while driving into her from behind.

I can’t wait to feel the warmth of his blood on my hands. He wants to be me…wants to take my place so fucking bad. And that slut…how could she do this to me? Wait! He had to have forced himself on her. Yeah, that’s it. She was looking like that because he was hurting her. Of course, that’s it. She needs me! She can’t report or take him down alone, especially with him being a cop! Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be there to save you soon.

Taehyung’s POV

When I wake up, I see that Tia is gone and find myself cuddled against Namjoon’s back. He is so warm, and his scent is familiar. It reminds me of Jungkook and Jimin. Maybe it’s our bond causing our natural scents to sync up…maybe? Anyway, I look over this massive man to find Jimin cutely nestled into his chest.

“How adorable,” I whisper while rolling out of bed to find Tia, first grabbing my phone from the nightstand. I’m checking my notifications but hear something at the door and look up and see Tia and Jungkook peeking through the crack.

“What are y'all doing?” I whisper to them, moving to join them in the hallway.

“We were just looking at how cute you guys are. I’m so happy you guys feel so comfortable and are so welcoming to Namjoon,” Tia informs me.

“Yeah, he’s a good guy. I’ve only known him for, literally, less than 24 hours, but it’s just something I know somehow. He’s supposed to be here with us,” I share. “He gives me the same feeling that Jungkook and Jimin radiate.”

“Yeah, I mentioned that to him last night before I left. He’s experienced ‘the feeling.’”

“The feeling?”

Jungkook nods at Tia before continuing, “Yeah. It’s comparable to having butterflies… flutters in your stomach that flip while your heart is racing, but there’s this almost overwhelming happiness that comes over you all at once. It’s warm and loving, like the relationship between brothers, but also attractive and sexy, like a lover. Does that even make sense?”

“Wow, you explained it perfectly,” I say, agreeing with every word.

“Bro, why the fuck is your voice so deep?! You can’t whisper for shit, either,” Jimin says grumpily, surprising us when he opens the bedroom door wide. Namjoon stands behind him, waving and smiling brightly.

“Awww, my Jiminie. Did I wake the baby up?” I can’t help but tease him, finding it funny that his morning personality is so different from his usual self.

His duality is insane. He’s such a child when he first wakes up, but that motherfucker that was with Tia last night was a fucking man! He just cuts his eyes at me, making his way straight to Tia, hugging her small frame and hiding his face in her neck.

“Good morning, everyone,” Namjoon greets. We all answer at once with ‘good mornings and what’s up’.

“Tia, did you have a nightmare last night? You were whimpering, tossing and turning, and talking a lot in your sleep. There was a point during the night where your eyes were partially open but blinking unnaturally fast.”

Tired of standing in the hall, we join Namjoon back in the bedroom. Tia sits on the plush carpet at the foot of the bed, with Jimin following to end up laying his head in her lap. We find ourselves taking her lead and sitting here and there on the floor.

“Namjoon is right. I saw it, too, before we turned the TV off to go to sleep. They were moving so fast, like flipping pages in a book,” Jimin adds, looking up at Tia.

“Honestly, it doesn’t even seem like I went to sleep. I mean, I feel rested now, but the night went by so quickly. It’s like I closed my eyes for five minutes, only to open them, and it was morning,” Tia says while she runs her fingers through Jimin’s hair. “Something is happening to me, and I know things I didn’t know before. It’s as if I got a download of information overnight. Y’all are going to think I’m crazy, but,” she pauses for a second as if debating whether she should continue, smiling out of nervousness. “Being that I’ve been gifted this information, I feel obligated to share it in order to help others.”

She looks up and stares daggers directly into my eyes, which has me on edge. Not because I feel she may have some life-changing news for me but rather as if she's unsure if she can be completely vulnerable at this moment. Or maybe she’s unsure if she can trust her new gift. This is still very new for her.

“What is it, Jagi?”

“Ummm… d-do you have an employee named Shane?”

“Y-yes. I do. He’s an installer I just hired a couple of weeks ago,” I say, a bit confused.

“He’s a good guy who is trying his best. Life has been hard for him, but he is so grateful that you took a chance on him. He is a very honest and loyal person. You can trust him.”

“Huh…”

“Do you know that he’s been homeless for almost a year now? He’s been sleeping in his car in the company parking lot. Hiring him has changed his life, and things are finally looking up for him.”

“Homeless?!” The guys all exclaim in unison.

This statement has me reflecting on our exchanges during the past couple of weeks and what other employees have witnessed. I joked with him before saying that I made the right choice with hiring him as he was beating everyone to work in the morning, including me. It makes sense if he never left to begin with. Then, there were the mornings he’d come in with wet hair, saying he didn’t have time to dry it, leaving the gym and coming straight to work. One of those days, another employee mentioned seeing him enter the gym, but he didn’t workout. He just showered, changed clothes, and left. Has he been showering there? I’m speechless, and while this is all so sudden, I believe what Tia is saying with every part of me.

“And with that being said, since we’re all here, should we talk about everything? I was telling Jungkook that I was thinking that we will need a bigger bed.”

My heart aches from what she’s just told me, but also because of that look of uncertainty that still rests behind her eyes. She’s baring herself to us, and I can see that she’s taking a leap of faith with what she’s about to suggest.

“A bigger bed? Jimin is a bit surprised, as we all are.

“Well, yes…you guys have been here for weeks, only returning to your places to get more clothes. I mean, I would love for you all to be here full-time, and there’s plenty of room for us all,” she answers.

“I, personally, would love to wake up to your beautiful face every morning. I must admit, the thought has crossed my mind,” Jungkook says, “but I didn’t want to take advantage of your kindness by outstaying my welcome. I also didn’t want to come off like a leech, feeding off of my rich sugar mama,” he says the last part with a wink, which elicits a smile from Tia.

“Yeah, same…I never want to leave, but I was actually going to go home today. I didn’t want to overstay my welcome, either,” Jimin admits.

We all share similar feelings of not wanting to take advantage of Tia or assume something that wasn’t there.

“Would you guys like to stay here? To live here, making this your home just as much as it is mine?”

“Noona! Of course, I want to live here with you. Are you sure?” Jungkook looks so excited with a hint of hesitance.

“Absolutely!”

She looks down at Jimin, her eyes silently asking him. He smiles so big that his eyes have vanished.

“Of course, beautiful… as long as you’ll have me.”

She looks at me questioningly, to which I can’t hide my smile. I lean over to pepper her face with kisses.

“Jagiya! I wanna stay, too!”

“I’m so glad. With you living here, maybe you could think about Shane renting your place?”

“You’re so smart, babe. You literally just read my mind. Is that something new? Can you read our minds now?”

Jokingly, I cover my ears as if that is the access point for her to retrieve my thoughts. She just shakes her head and laughs with amusement.

“I don’t know, but you’d better be careful,” she warns me playfully.

She looks to Namjoon, the newest of the group, who is looking down, playing with tufts of carpet, seemingly thinking this conversation does not include him.

“Namjoon?”

He looks up quickly, not expecting her to ask him, too.

“Really? Me too? I didn’t think you were talking to me, having only met you yesterday.”

“Oh,” Tia says. “Y-yeah, I understand. It’s too soon.”

She seems embarrassed, confused, and heartbroken, and the feeling spreads around the room like a thick fog. I can feel the emotions she’s feeling! Namjoon has no clue that we postponed this conversation, waiting for his presence and input, but it seems by the uncomfortable look on his face that he’s feeling her, too.

“Oh my God,” Jimin says, holding a hand over his heart.

“Wow,” Jungkook says, tears welling in his eyes.

“Oh no, no. No, Tia, I’m not turning you down. Please, baby,” Namjoon says, making his way to sit in front of her, taking her hands in his, which hovers over Jimin’s head. “Baby, you're breaking my heart,” he says with tears in his eyes.

She’s looking from one man to the next, confused at our distress.

“Jagi, your emotions…we can feel them,” my brows furrow on their own with my attempt to swallow the lump forming in my throat, fighting back my own tears. It feels like someone is actively squeezing my heart in their hand.

“Huh?! Really?!”

And just like that, the fog is lifted. She rights herself, and we all take a collective sigh.

“I’m so sorry, y’all. I didn’t even know I could do that or how I did it. Like I said before, something is happening to me. Please, be patient while I get a handle on it?”

We all huddle around her, hugging, kissing, and comforting her, trying to pour all our love into her after feeling what she was feeling. I never want to experience that again. However, it does have me wondering if that’s why Jimin and I felt the urgency to get home to her yesterday after the accident.

“I find this all so fascinating and beautiful. We are blessed to be able to experience this with you,” Jimin says and we all nod in agreement.

“Yes, I must admit, I’m enjoying watching your metamorphosis. It is quite amazing. I don’t think I would believe it if I wasn’t witnessing it firsthand.” Jungkook adds. “Have you always been gifted, though? Why are you developing new gifts now?”

“No, I haven’t always had gifts, but it seems like they are starting to develop and come all at once.”

“You’re saying that like you knew it was coming,” Namjoon mentions.

“Well, gifts are bestowed to the women in my family, usually by their 30th birthday. I’ll be 35 soon, so I assumed that it skipped me. My mother did mention before that I would be powerful, even after I hadn’t developed any powers after turning 30. Still, I could only focus on not having abilities at the moment. It has been said that each generation is more powerful than the previous. The strength of our ancestors flows through our bloodline and accumulates into their daughters.”

“Wow…that’s so fucking beautiful. I love that. So, are you a witch or is this voodoo? I hope that’s not an offensive question, I’m just ignorant on the matters of the metaphysical.” Namjoon says.

“No, I know you’re not trying to be malicious, and I, honestly, don’t know what this is, but I plan on doing more research, and maybe I can ask my ancestors. I do know it’s not voodoo as that is a religion. It could, however, be hoodoo which is a closed spiritual practice to individuals of African descent,” Tia says with a shrug.

“So, what powers did your mom have?” I ask after a moment.

“She was clairvoyant and could see flashes from the future. She was also clairaudient. She often heard messages from her mother and other spirits that would warn her of danger or tell her things so that she could help others.”

“Have you experienced those as well?” Jimin asks the question I’m sure we are all curious about.

“Aside from seeing my mom and grandmother do certain things, no, not until yesterday. Last night, I think I may have had a prophetic dream like my grandmother used to. And I can, obviously, telecommunicate my emotions. I even received a message while meditating after my counseling session. It’s like having random thoughts, but it’s not my voice I hear. I can’t even describe the voice in words, but it feels feminine. That’s how I knew about Tony before you said anything,” I answer, looking at Jungkook when mentioning Anthony.

“Wait, what? What about him?” I ask, feeling defensive.

“He was released this morning on a $20,000 bond.”

“What the fuck?! That makes no sense! So he’s just roaming the fucking streets?” Jimin sits up and is pissed, as we all are.

“Yeah, but it’s going to be fine. Like I told Tia, I’m off this week, so we’ll all be here with her.”

“Fuck… aight. I’ll move some things around so I can be here, too,” I announce. “Maybe I could get with my office manager and Shane to see if they can hold things down this week.”

“After what you told me about this guy, I’m staying. I’ll clear my schedule, too,” Namjoon says.

“Guys, yes, I admit I’m a bit on edge with him being out, but you ALL don’t have to be here. I don’t want to be an inconvenience. You all have jobs and prior obligations.”

“Shit, if I have to choose between you or work…fuck that job,” Jimin comments. “When does his trial start?”

“I don’t know yet, but I’ll let y’all know when I find out,” Jungkook says.

We carry on this way for a bit, standing firm on staying here with Tia. In conclusion, she will be stuck with all four of us for the week. The conversation eventually shifts when Jungkook says, “Noona, while we are all here, I want to ask you something.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

Will you be mine? I don’t mind that you won’t be just mine, but…will you be my girlfriend? Officially?”

“Yes, of course…I would love to be yours. I would love to be your girlfriend.” She reaches out to caress and cup his cheek in her hand. “Thank you for understanding that I can love you and everyone else at the same time. I’m finding that I don’t love either of you more than the other, but the love is different and tailor-made specifically for you, individually.”

“Will you be my girlfriend, too, Jagiya?”

“Me too, beautiful. That would make me so happy.”

“I’m all in, Little Bit, if you’ll have me,” Namjoon adds.

Tia looks amused and completely overwhelmed as we’re all talking at once. She laughs, and her smile is dazzling. If I weren’t already, I would fall head over heels at this very moment. She accepts all of our requests before we dive into what each of us is seeking from this relationship. Basically, we all just want a safe place to seek refuge from the cold world outside these walls. A place where we can be ourselves, be vulnerable, and be accepted.

We want our love to be reciprocated with Tia and each other. Also, we agree that we are not opposed to sleeping with each other but would prefer that Tia is in the mix somehow. There will also be opportunities for one-on-one quality time, which we’ve been doing already, not joining in with others unless invited. Just going with the flow while being attentive to each other's needs and desires.

Tia’s POV

After our family meeting concludes, the day goes by and is uneventful. I did speak with someone about possibly custom-building a bed to accommodate us all, and I was able to clean up a bit and hang out with the guys, minus Jungkook, who has been sleeping most of the day. I can imagine he’s tired from being up all night, but selfishly, I can’t wait for him to wake up. I miss him even though we are now living together. Jesus, I can’t help but smile the biggest, giddiest smile whenever I think about it. We live together! Me and my four boyfriends.

Knowing that I have to figure out these new abilities and how to harness them, I take time to go down to the theater while the guys are around doing their own thing. With my air pods in, I’m listening to a playlist I’ve curated that helps me to ground and center myself. My eyes are closed while I try to clear my mind and tap into my newfound power. Suddenly, my mind goes silent, and I begin to visualize myself walking up to a tree that is approximately 20 feet wide. Its trunk is twisted, turning around itself and the branches and leaves are plentiful. I place my hands on its trunk and close my eyes in my vision, placing my forehead against the wood. I open my eyes and look up when a breeze causes the leaves to rustle, and just as I look up, the leaves begin to transform into curls and coils of hair. The smell of vanilla is so strong, I can taste it, sweet on my tongue.

Somehow, I know this is my family tree, and the leaves represent my maternal ancestors. The matriarchs of my family are alive here; their power still serges with such force. Their energy is so copious and potent, and feels like it’s coming from the tree’s trunk and into my body. Like it’s replacing my blood and cycling through, transfusing through the tree’s limbs. It burns but doesn’t hurt. The slight discomfort causes me to breathe deeper, grunting with each exhale. My breath quickens, I can feel heat radiating from my skin, and sweat is forming on my upper lip. My soul seems to vibrate, and my body is shivering.

Thankfully, my heart is full of love and the feeling is reciprocated and translated during this exchange. It keeps me anchored, giving me the strength to withstand the uncertainty and uncomfortability instead of bailing out. I stay in the moment, knowing that my family loves me and wouldn’t hurt me. The burning is getting more intense, and I know I won’t be able to take much more.

“Enough,” I say in a whisper and the transference concludes immediately. A sharp trilling begins in my right ear, so I take my earbuds out. It continues. I remember when this used to happen to mom, she would say, ‘I hear you, but I can’t understand. Could you communicate in a way I can understand you,’ so I do the same.

Good. Proud of you. You. Very powerful.

The voice is different, yet again, but still feels womanly. This can only mean one thing.

“My ancestors!”

Not only can I hear my ancestors, but I know they are the same women who have passed along their abilities to me.

I finally open my eyes and lean back to rest on the chair. I really wish my mom was here to help guide me through all of this. With her being gone, I find myself regretting not asking more questions about the spiritual world and everything else. The session was intense as fuck, leaving me exhausted. So much so that I doze off for a moment.

“Little girl!”

The sound of my mother’s voice calling me by one of the nicknames she used for me, even as a grown woman, welcomes me into dreamland.

“Ladybug! I’ve missed you so much. You haven’t visited in a while,” I call back to her. I know this is a dream, but in the dream, it feels like I have control of myself. She walks closer to me and we sit on the ground under the shade of our family tree. It is a bright, sunny day with a gentle wind that causes our hair to dance.

“Well, you know I’m always near and I’m only a call away.”

I tell her all about what’s going on in my life, I update her on how Jasmine is doing, and about the meditation session I just had. She asks a few questions here and there, eventually confirming my interpretation of my vision.

“You’re doing such a good job, hunny. I know with everything happening at once and it being so new, it can be quite overwhelming, but you’re handling it all so well. I told you you are going to be something special and you will only get better and stronger from here. And thank you so much for filling in for me and being here for your sister. She is so stubborn and independent but she will need you more than ever when she’s going through this in a few years.”

My sister is currently 28 years old, so I’m assuming she will be getting her powers on time.

“She will be powerful. More powerful than me, at least, but you are the oldest and will harness a power that is much stronger. Teach her, and be patient with her.”

Of course I agree, and vow to be there as I’ve always been. I’m glad that mom can rest well knowing that I will move heaven and earth for my baby sis. We continue to talk and she mentions the guys, which causes me to smile.

“Oh my, look at you blushing. Are you that happy?” She teases me and I answer with a nod. “Well, go hang out with your loves. They are concerned, I think due to your vision and the rollercoaster of emotions you just experienced.”

“Oh yeah! They did mention earlier that they could feel what I was feeling. How do I control that?”

“Baby, with everything you do, focus on your intention. You were probably so focused on your feelings and trying to hide them. You’re not going to be able to hide anything from them, even if you try your hardest, thanks to your pure love. Stop trying to fight it, your abilities AND being vulnerable. They are your safe haven where you can be yourself, feel all the feels, and use your magic freely. You see that fighting your feelings and not trusting your intuition doesn’t end well, hence the accident yesterday. Recognize that feeling and move accordingly.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, mommy. When will I see you again?”

“Whenever you call, I’ll come running.”

She is smiling and waves at me. Though we are both still seated under the tree, distance grows between us until I can barely see her. Just as I’m about to wake up I hear her voice once again, clear as day.

“Four down, three to go…completion!”

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

journey, m | ot7

full title: journey to the dick

pairing(s): ot7 x reader

summary: A Cinderella story but it's a dick pic. Yup, that's right. You find a dick pic on your phone and make it your mission to find the owner of said dick. Time to fuck the seven hottest guys you know! Onwards!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, mentions of alcohol consumption / partying; horny crack, everyone radiates chaotic energy and wants to fuck; reader is comparing their dicks to above-mentioned dick pic so there's a lot of talk about dick, did I mention there's a lot of dick? dick; smut (fem reader, slight D/s dynamics in some scenes, m-receiving oral, cowgirl, penetrative sex, doggy, spanking, handjob, thigh fucking, dance studio sex, overstimulation, fingering, dry humping, 69, face-sitting, photography during sex, m-masturbation, being cummed on (neck / chest [a cum necklace LMAO] + hand), film studio sex, wall-fucking, being overheard / walked in on during sex (and not giving a shit, oops), implied car sex, implied threesome); non-idol!AU - ot7 x sex friend!reader; each member has their own scene

appearances based on the 'Butter' jacket photoshoots yes, the opening line is #50 of my prompt list LMAO title comes from Journey to the West, except it's dick because that's way more important. also, yeah, this is basically a harem hentai, but it's you and BTS, woohoo! :D

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"Whose dick pic is this and why it is so inspirational?"

Park Jimin craned his head over to look at your phone, black hair brushing against your forehead. "Damn! That is an incredible dick."

"What are you guys talking about?" Kim Taehyung muttered, yanking your phone out of your hand and peering at the screen. His eyes widened, eyebrows shooting up into his dark brown hair. "Oh, ho! What a high-quality specimen of a dick."

"Why is it on my phone though?" you frowned, taking your phone back from Taehyung. You were sitting next to Jimin on their sofa, contemplating the great mysteries of the world. The black phone case had a cute mouse holding a large sewing needle and sitting next to a spool of sky-blue thread. "I didn't take this one, sadly."

"Maybe you were real drunk," Jimin offered.

"I haven't been real drunk since I projectile vomited in your guys' parking lot."

"That was last week," Taehyung reminded you, smiling amusedly.

You narrowed your eyes. "Look, it was a bad breakup."

"You went on, like, two dates," Jimin laughed, smacking you in the arm.

"It had potential!"

"Yeah, a potential dumpster fire," Taehyung added, rolling his eyes as he sat down on the other side of you. "I know you go for the quiet, nerdy ones, but you're just–"

"Brash? Forward? Ready to sit on dick at any second?"

Jimin was being very helpful.

Taehyung shoved Jimin's grinning face away. "It's a conflict of personality and yours is quite intense, so maybe you should try and be more open-minded about other options."

You frowned, not enjoying this pep talk that you probably needed. In fact, you avoided said pep talk at all costs. You reached back and yanked on Taehyung's ponytail. He prodded you in the left breast in response, glaring. You smacked his hand. He smacked your hand back.

Hey, when you don't have a good reply, resort to violence, right?

You looked back down at your phone. Swollen, red-purple, a good thickness. Nice length too, so hard it was sticking up without the assistance of a hand. You could spy the white pre-cum beading at the engorged tip. It was a strangely clear and well-composed photo. Black boxer briefs. Blue jeans, white shirt.

Fuck.

Could literally be any guy in the history of existence.

You turned the photo to Jimin. "Someone must have taken it last night when I couldn't find my phone for those two hours."

Jimin nodded. "Yeah, seems like it."

"You remember anyone in this outfit?"

Jimin snorted, wrinkling his cute nose. "Everyone was in jeans and a white t-shirt. 'Cause there was that wet t-shirt contest later that night, remember?"

You scratched your head. Ah, yes. Taehyung won. Man looked fucking amazing thanks to working out his arms and chest the past month. Was it solely for the purpose of a silly party gimmick? Maybe. You weren’t complaining though. You did what any good friend would do.

"Oh, right. Who won?"

Taehyung grabbed your shoulders and violently shook you. "I did! Obviously – ah, fuck you!" His tone quickly changed when he realized you were laughing like a maniac, doubling over in a pile of giggles with Jimin. "You're the worst," Taehyung pouted, holding his arms protectively.

"I'm just kidding, don't be mad," you chuckled, reaching over to hug him. He accepted it, but not without continuing to pout. You nuzzled his neck, placing soft kisses on his skin. "I bought you your favorite breakfast when you were hung over this morning, come on now."

His dark brown eyes shifted back and forth before letting out a long, deep sigh and hugging you back. Damn. He had a nice hug now thanks to these arms and his broad chest. He smelled like warm chamomile.

"I worked hard for these," he mumbled.

You patted him on the back before releasing him and holding up your phone. Back to the first order of business.

"Is this your dick?"

Taehyung scrunched up his face. "No? But I don't look at my dick at that angle either."

You puffed your cheeks and turned to Jimin.

"Is this your dick?"

Jimin plucked your phone from your hand. He tilted his head to one side. Then the other.

"Lemme check."

Then he stood up and started walking to the direction of the bathroom. Still holding your device.

"Uh..."

You trailed off.

Taehyung blinked.

The bathroom door closed.

Pants unzipped.

"PARK JIMIN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

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"You have to be kidding me, Jimin."

"Be reasonable. I can't get hard from this dick pic. Don't you want to know the owner of said dick?"

You pursed your lips and squinted at your phone, standing in Park Jimin's and Kim Taehyung's shared bathroom, because they were roommates and your friends. The mysterious discovery of said dick pic from last night's party sparked this Journey to the Dick, because it was a very impressive, intriguing, and, most importantly, inspirational specimen of the male genitalia. Clearly you had to investigate.

For science.

Which was why you were standing in the bathroom with Jimin's sweatpants off and begrudgingly getting to your knees. Begrudgingly, because...

"I thought we were supposed to be ordering pizza and watching Running Man."

"We are," Jimin answered cheerfully. "After you suck my dick."

You glanced at the photo once more.

It remained, indeed, very rousing of certain interests.

You gripped the waistband of Jimin's black boxer briefs.

Hmm...

Hold on.

You stood up suddenly and took your phone from him, sudden determination overtaking you.

"I have to do this correctly."

Jimin blinked rapidly, jumping with a yelp as you flung open the bathroom door to reveal Taehyung throwing himself into the wall, coughing awkwardly and hiding his face with his hands as you marched out purposefully. Jimin was still pants-less.

"In the proper order!"

Jimin and Taehyung shared a confused look.

"The hell does she mean, proper order?'

-

kim namjoon.

“Namjoon, may I look at your dick?”

Kim Namjoon looked up from his book and blinked at you over his round glasses.

“Pardon?” he replied in English.

“Your dick,” you responded in kind, in English and with succinct pronunciation. “Your penis. Your willy. Your ding-dong. Your–”

Namjoon removed a hand from his book and held it up. “My what?” he interrupted you, laughing.

Oh good, back to Korean so you didn’t have to flex all the different ways you knew how to say cock in English. “Take off your pants.”

He blinked rapidly, innocently sitting there in his flowy white button-up and brown pants. He even had suspenders. Fancy man. He had dyed his hair recently, a steel midnight blue. That’s how Namjoon was, attractive and book-smart. Absolutely won the lottery when it came to genes and brains. You couldn’t see the title of the book he was reading, but it was probably a self-help or philosophy book. He was into those nowadays, exploring the human mind, while you were more into exploring the physical aspects of humanity.

Fucking.

Luckily, fucking didn’t usually require reading.

(Usually, heh.)

“I have no objections to your proposition. I’m just confused on why so suddenly.”

You dropped your canvas tote bag on the ground. Your red, short summer dress covered in yellow lemons flared out as you shifted your weight to one hip. Your phone was in one of your hands and you waved it around like a baton as you talked.

“Aren’t I usually sudden when I want to fuck?”

Namjoon chuckled, rich and deep, shutting his book and putting it aside. Probably memorized his page number. Big sexy brain and all that jazz. A fantastic characteristic of his.

He also had a big sexy dick you were asking to see right now.

“You are, but sometimes you offer to buy me a meal or a snack first.”

“I mean, sure, if you want–”

He lifted a hand and cocked a finger towards himself, smiling. When he smiled, his dimples appeared. That was your favorite feature on Namjoon. You bounced over excitedly and sat on the couch, skirt flipping up and exposing your thighs, still holding your phone.

“I’m on a mission.”

He quirked an eyebrow, adjusting his glasses detective-style. “What kind of mission?”

You pointed to your phone. “Do you remember that party we went to, the one with the wet t-shirt contest?” You lifted your arm and flexed your rather defined bicep that made Namjoon raise his eyebrows and mouth a wow under his breath. Consistent handys really did the trick when it came to bicep muscle definition. “You remember, right? You showed off your guns.”

He burst out laughing, waving a hand. “They are not guns.”

“Sure, they are. I could do a lot of social justice with your biceps, Namjoon.”

He shook his head, grinning, dimples on full display. “And what’s with the dress? You don’t usually wear such a cute style.”

You ticked your phone to the apartment front door. “I’m meeting Seokjin later, but he said he’s going to play another round of bowling because Jungkook kicked his ass again. But anyway, back to what I was saying…”

“Ah, yes. I think I remember Jimin mentioning something to me now.”

You brightened, unlocking your phone and holding up the screen. “Right! I’m looking for the owner of this dick.”

His eyes widened and Namjoon leaned forward, readjusting his glasses again. “Wow. That’s quite a clear picture.” Then he coughed and averted his eyes.

You nodded quickly. “Well? Did you take this picture?”

He frowned and sat back against the sofa, sucking in a breath and ticking his head. “Mmm, maybe? I was pretty drunk. I don’t remember what I did…”

“Hah… Does this look like your dick, then?”

“How would I know?” he chuckled. “I don’t see my dick from that angle and I don’t have sober photoshoots with my dick.”

You pursed your lips. “Well, I suppose we’ll just have to fuck then. Drop the pants.”

The thing about Namjoon was that he was a very reasonable man. You had a problem and proposed a solution and he, an avid learner who liked searching for answers to the great mysteries of this world, had the means to help you out on your quest, so he did. In addition, he thought you were hot, you thought he was hot, and you’d already fucked a couple times before Journey to the Dick, so the mutual agreement was already there.

Splendid!

The other thing about Namjoon was that he really liked to make you work for it.

Slightly less splendid.

“Are you choking?”

You squinted at him and flipped him the bird. He was well-versed with popular Western hand gestures.

Namjoon nodded sagely. “That’s good.”

And he put his hand back onto the back of your head and shoved your mouth down onto his cock once more.

You had half a second to breathe again before air was forcefully taken from you, Namjoon now holding you there, nose-first into his crotch, sighing contentedly as he expanded in your mouth. You planted your hands onto his strong thighs and pushed, but his hand didn’t budge. The safe signal was three taps and you weren’t tapping out yet. You glared and Namjoon closed his eyes, smirking slowly.

He left his round glasses on.

‘Course he did.

Damn you, Namjoon!

You reached up and pawed at the buttons of his white shirt, making Namjoon open his eyes to see what you were doing as you unbuttoned them rather deftly for someone who had his dick filling up their throat. He looked down at you, cocking an eyebrow. You cheekily cocked one back, poking his pecs with your pinky.

He grinned. “Hm? What’s that?”

You clenched your throat around the head of his cock and he gasped, losing grip for a split second.

In that split second, you threw his shirt open, glorious his tan skin and large muscular pecs now in view, and slapped your hands down onto his thighs, instantly starting a fast, rough pace, curving your neck with every swallow, sandwiching his cock between tongue and top of your mouth, pulsing your wet muscles all over his length, staring at that well-built chest, watching the muscles ripple with his sudden, abrupt inhale.

“Oh, fuck!”

Sometimes you let Namjoon have the reigns, but this time you were on a mission, although it was a little distracting now because presently you had an unobstructed view of Kim Namjoon with his shirt open, head thrown back, midnight blue hair fanning over the sofa, his full lips open and panting, tendons in his neck tensing, broad shoulders flexed, leading down his defined chest and abs, core tight from your intense pace, thighs hard under your hands, cock swollen and thick, pulsating in your mouth. His large hands planted on top of yours, squeezing them with his.

The three taps applied to him too.

Instead, Namjoon moaned your name and gripped your hands.

“T-The picture… f-fuuuuuuuck…”

Shit, that’s right.

You reluctantly slowed, tongue swiping all over the underside of his dick, tracing the veins, moaning hotly around his cock. He lowered his chin, panting hard, dark brown eyes half-open and framed by his lovely silver glasses. It was him who reached for your phone and unlocked it. He remembered your pattern lock and you had only told him once. All your consistent fucks knew how to unlock your phone.

That’s how you had so many pictures of, ahem, good times.

He placed the phone on his hip and his head fell back against the sofa, inhaling deeply as you continued lapping at the base of the head, slowly sucking on it at the same time to keep him hard.

“Mmm, fuck, that’s nice…”

You mashed the tip of your tongue against the slit and coated it with pre-cum.

“Ah, come on, look already and compare,” Namjoon chuckled in his deep voice, raising a hand to pet your head. “Then you can finish me.”

You popped your mouth off reluctantly. “Hmm.” You placed a few fingers on his cock and looked at it, positioning it to the correct angle that matched the photo. “Huh, it’s pretty close. But you have this noticeable vein here, and I think the head of your cock is slightly different…” You squinted and brought your face rather close to his stiff length. “The skin tone seems right, but it’s not exact, and I think you’re bigger…”

Namjoon wrapped his hand around his dick and smacked your cheek with the head.

“Oi!”

You puffed your cheeks, strings of saliva and pre-cum covering your face.

He grinned, dimples on full display. “Oops.”

You jabbed your finger at your phone. “I’m doing an investigation here!”

He shrugged cheekily. “You said it wasn’t exact. Get up.”

You put your phone on top of his book on the side table and glared at him. “Well, yeah, but no need to bop me,” you grumbled, wiping your cheek with the back of your hand, standing up, and removing your panties as Namjoon reached over to his pants and pulled out a condom from the pocket.

You did say you were coming. Namjoon liked to be prepared for you.

“You said you liked it,” he mused as you straddled his lap.

“I do when I’m notin the middle of an important mission,” you huffed, picking up the hem of your dress and revealing your wet pussy, chin cocked in defiance.

“You don’t have to sit on my dick then,” he said, pausing with the condom right over his cock.

You frowned. “Hurry up.”

He cocked an eyebrow, dark brown eyes trapping you in his allure. “Doesn’t seem like you want it.”

You narrowed your eyes.

Growled.

Then you smacked his hands away and rolled down the condom yourself before sliding onto him with one swift motion, clenching your jaw at the sensation of being quickly and solidly filled up, not giving him or you time to adjust. Namjoon tensed his neck, grinning, large hands coming up to firmly grip your hips. Your own came up to grab his biceps and squeeze them, mustering up your most indignant scowl. He chuckled, smirking as you pulsed your walls around him.

“Hold your dress so I can fuck you.”

“Maybe I want to do the moving.”

He clicked his tongue and rammed his hips up into you, making you hiss at the feeling of his cock being driven into your tightness. Your nails dug into his arms, breaths shallowing into rapid gasps as he continued, firmly and roughly fucking you from below, hard thighs flexing and smacking into your inner thighs and ass.

“Hold your dress,” he repeated, voice low and commanding.

“You’re so bossy,” you muttered, reaching down with one hand to yank up your dress, pulling it up high so both you and Namjoon could watch as he very deliberately and very forcefully thrust upwards into your tight hole, smirking wider as he witnessed your expression and the strain of keeping the pleasure off your face.

“Don’t have to give orders if…” He jerked up particularly hard, hitting your sweet spot, causing you to gasp breathlessly. “You…” Smack! You bit you lip, moan trapped in your chest. “Just…” Smack!

“F-Fuck…”

“Listen.”

And then Namjoon seized your hips and fucked you hard and fast with you barely holding on his shoulder with one hand and the other clutching your dress, moaning his name shamelessly to his own face. Namjoon wasn’t a gloater. His face was serious and concentrated, brows furrowed and intent on giving maximum pleasure, maintaining clear control as you rapidly lost it, allowing and trusting him to lead you into carnal desires.

You leaned forward, hot exhale on his neck, changing the angle and letting him hit you deeper, tightening around him. You heard his breath hitch, hissing out your name. Your whispered against his jaw, close to his ear.

“You like it better when I don’t listen, Namjoon.”

So close, so close, so close.

He snickered, dark, devious, sensual.

“I dolove punishing you with my cock.”

You slid your hand into his midnight blue hair and shuddered, pleasure blooming from your core in heated throbs, savoring the intensity of the orgasm he gave you as Namjoon groaned in your ear, slamming you down onto his hard, twitching cock and moaning, spilling his own into the condom, thoroughly enjoying the vicious massage of your spasming pussy. You pressed your lips to his temple, flinching with the shivers that came after, riding out the peak by rocking your hips lightly, enjoying the fullness he gave you.

“Doesn’t seem like a punishment. I’m having a lot of fun,” you taunted, panting and mirthful.

He gave your ass a playful smack and you squeezed his length from top to bottom.

“We have time for round two,” he murmured, nibbling on your ear.

Kim Namjoon was a very reasonable man.

-

kim seokjin.

"Gah, fuck!"

"As a matter of fact, yes, let's."

Kim Seokjin nearly tripped and fell against the doorframe, gawking at you. His expressive brown eyes went wide, mouth open enough for a nice ice lolly to be placed between those plump lips.

"Why are you in my bed? Where are your clothes? Why are you holding Pink Bean like that?!"

You sighed exaggeratedly. Here we go. "I had a nice dress but Namjoon took it and said I can't have it back until after." You squeezed Seokjin's large Pink Bean plush that he usually kept on his bed, a fluffy representation of a boss from his favorite PC game, MapleStory. It had a bubblegum pink head, light purple horns, and a cute :3 face. You squashed it with your breasts and looked up at him, on your knees with your feet tucked under your ass, missing all your articles of clothing thanks to Kim Namjoon.

Such cute clothes only for him? I don’t think so.

Seokjin turned bright red, sputtering.

"D-D-Don't do that to Pink Bean!"

"Why not? You've fucked me from behind and I used Pink Bean as my chest support."

He strode across the room with two steps, his long legs making it easy, looking handsome and summery in his pastel yellow shirt and shorts two-piece set, flapping his hands helplessly.

"That was a special case!"

You started bouncing on Pink Bean, you and your tits. Seokjin's brown eyes nearly bulged out of his head and he actually tripped at the end of his bed, falling face-first with a high-pitched yelp.

"Seokjin, I need to see your dick."

He yanked his head up, chestnut brown hair flying everywhere, shooting you a confused glare.

"Yah! You can't just show up naked and start demanding dick while abusing Pink Bean!"

You reached up and scooped your breasts forward, squashing them between the purple horns, nipples poking out above Pink Bean's head. Seokjin looked like he was about to pass out. Probably from loss of blood to his head.

You balanced your phone in your cleavage, inspirational dick pic between your tits.

"Is this your dick, Seokjinnie?" you asked sweetly.

He started, squinting at the screen between your tits. "The heck? What is that?"

"A dick. Is it yours?"

Seokjin made a disgusted face.

"Are they really that ugly? Mine sure as hell isn't."

"Oh, so it's not? You know for sure?"

Seokjin scoffed. "Come on, there's no way that could be mine, look–"

And he sat up and yanked his shorts and underwear off, slapping them down on the floor and spreading his legs, presenting his very hard and quite pretty dick and balls. He huffed triumphantly, planting his hands in his hips.

"How could that thing compare to–gah!"

You crawled over Pink Bean, shoving the plush against your stomach and placing yourself between Seokjin's long legs, oblivious to his shriek of surprise, holding up his shirt as you compared his cock to the one on your phone.

"What the–where did you g-get that picture?!"

Your hot breath wafted over his twitching length as you held it delicately with your fingertips, ass up in the air, tilting his dick to adjust the angle so he mirrored the photo. "Remember that party with the wet t-shirt contest?” you explained nonchalantly. “The one where I said you'd totally win because of your broad shoulders, but Taehyung got more votes because he had been working out and looking all buff recently?"

Seokjin was gasping as you held up your phone. Hmm, not the same thickness. Plus, he seemed harder, sticking out straighter than this photo dick. But there was a small mole in his dick that seemed to match the picture. The length is pretty spot-on too. You scooted closer, cradling his cock with your palm and coaxing it with your fingertips, ass bouncing on Pink Bean's head.

"Oh, fuck..."

"Anyway, someone snapped this photo and I've been trying to figure out who, but everyone was drunk and, if I recall correctly, you were on a table dancing with a pool noodle and belting Kim Yonja's 'Amor Fati', so I don't think you remember much from that night."

Seokjin's voice was pitched, strained from holding back.

"I remember those... oh, fuck... those shorts you were wearing... ah, with your ass hanging out on the bottom... fuck, wanted to bend you over... but yeah, after that..."

Then you yelped when you felt his hands on your head dragging you forward and pressing your open lips to his cock.

"Ah, yeees..."

"Seokjin, wait–mphf!"

He shoved the head of his cock into your lips and looked down. You narrowed your eyes as he began to gently hump your face, filling your mouth with the hardness. You sucked in your cheeks a little, molding your mouth to him, still giving him your best annoyed face.

"Is it my dick?" he gasped, pushing deeper.

You made a confused noise and Seokjin frowned at you.

"Yes or no?"

Seriously? You held up your hand and hovered it in the air, wiggling your fingers up and down, the universal sign of–

"What do you mean, maybe?! Oh, it's because a phone camera isn't good enough to catch the majesty of my cock, is that it?"

You could had been annoyed, but then you thought about it. He brought up a good point. You hadn't considered that. Still, the shape wasn't exact though. A phone camera couldn't alter dick angle, right?

No time to think about it because Seokjin rammed his entire length into your mouth and down your throat in your moment of contemplation.

"Mmmphf!"

"Just, ah, don't move, let me fuck your face real quick–"

You didn't really expect anything less, so you pushed him down, sliding his shirt up his torso, changing the angle so you weren't straining your neck. Seokjin fell onto his elbows, hands letting go but hips still moving, groaning as you enclosed your mouth around him and rubbed your tongue all over.

"Ah, your ass is so sexy, damn, bounce it for me..."

He seemed to forget that in order to do that, you had to hump Pink Bean like a dog in heat but, hey, when the man who called himself World Wide Handsome (drunk and sober, that was the kind of man Kim Seokjin was) asks you to twerk for him, you do as you are told and give Pink Bean the best hump that plush is ever going to have.

"Fuuuuuuuck, yes, your ass is so perky and juicy, fuck, like a sweet peach..."

You tried not to choke with laughter in his dick, but the action made your throat muscles squeeze and spasm around the head, immediately making it jerk and swell at the added simulation, causing Seokjin to gasp your name and fiercely clutch his sheets.

"Fuck, yes...!"

You looked up, cocking an eyebrow, seeing his brown hair messy and fallen over his forehead, eyelids fluttering, panting as you took over the pace, firmly enveloping him all the way to the base, sandwiching him between your tongue and roof of your mouth, dragging the head over the slick wetness, pulsing expertly around his hardness. His dainty pink tongue flitted over his lips and made them glisten, full, plump, sexy as hell.

"I'm so glad Namjoon took your clothes," he wheezed.

This guy really said whatever thought that popped into his handsome head.

You smirked around his cock and wiggled your eyebrows.

Then you grabbed his hips and really gave it to him, fast and tight, angling your head so he slid into your throat deeply and easily, sending Seokjin into a sputter of curses, prayers, and blessings to who-knew-what, gripping fistfuls of his sheets and throwing his head back, beautiful neck on display and broad shoulders flexed, moaning loudly.

You almost stopped, awed by his perfectly sensual posture.

Then Seokjin thrust his crotch into your lips and gasped your name, shooting down your throat in swift, tense jolts, forcing you to stop staring at him and hurriedly gulp it all down, squeezing your eyes shut so you could concentrate, sucking in a short breath, and making him yelp, flinching to cram more of the head into your constricting throat.

You prodded his stomach sharply and drew an ‘X’, telling him to stop so you could swallow.

“B-But…”

You gave him a bunch of other hand gestures and none of them were nice. It contrasted the way you were lapping at his cock, coaxing him back to full hardness with soft tongue and delicate pushes against the roof of your mouth. He lifted one of his hands and started messing with yours, the one on his stomach making obscene hand signals. You felt him try and grab your fingers, poke at your palm, and, finally, grab your hand and tug it up, shoving your fingers into his mouth.

You popped your mouth off his cock in surprise. “Hey!”

Seokjin looked at you with giant brown eyes like a dog caught with a treat in his mouth. “Mmphf?”

You made a confused face at him.

His tongue started sliding between them, licking your joints and pads of your fingers, wiggling all around, covering you with his saliva and sending shivers over your skin at the strange sensation. You could feel the power in that squirming muscle, his brown eyes watching your reaction, your own eyes fixated on the way it looked, three of your fingers surrounded and crammed into those lush, soft, pillow-like lips, squirming, sensual tongue slipping between them, dripping saliva down your palm and back of your hand.

“H-Hey…”

It was bizarre, feeling an odd juxtaposition of the submissive nature of the act, and yet he was deliberate and forceful about it, staring pointedly as the tip of his tongue snaked out from the side of his lips, licking the side of your pinky.

“S… Seokjin…?”

He reached up and pulled your hand out of his mouth, the pads of your fingers dragging on his lower lip, wet streaks of saliva painted down his chin.

The ghost of a smirk on his open mouth, eyebrow ticking arrogantly.

You blinked at him, unaware that you were clutching Pink Bean with your other hand so hard that your knuckles were white.

Then Seokjin grinned and wrapped your wet hand around his dick and started jacking himself off with it.

“Hey! I want that in me!”

“What? Gah!”

Somehow, you convinced him to fuck you – read: threw Seokjin down on his own bed, put a condom on him, rolled him back on top of you and guided his cock to your pussy before grabbing his ass and yanking down, making you both gasp as he entered you with one smooth stroke, your back on top of Pink Bean.

Pink Bean was really seeing a lot of your naked body today, just like Kim Seokjin.

“F-Fuck– yah!”

That was his noise of protest as you yanked his yellow shirt over his head, throwing it as far as you could, out his still open bedroom door.

“Sorry, needed to get rid of useless things.”

“I like that shirt!”

You grabbed onto his wide shoulders and rolled your hips up into his crotch, wrapping your thighs around his waist and squeezing. He sputtered at the intense feeling of your pussy wrapping around him, arms shaking to hold himself up, brown hair messy and wild over his forehead, brown eyes wide in indignation.

“Sorry, my bad, I’ll pick it up after I get another out of this magnificent dick,” you quipped.

Seokjin turned red, unaccustomed to someone other than himself complimenting him.

“Why are you hanging onto me like a monkey – oh my God…!”

You used his mattress and Pink Bean to bounce up and down on his dick from below, fingers tangled in his hair, wetly smacking your hips into his crotch, panting his name into his ear, your cock feels so fucking good, love the way you fill me, fuck me up, Seokjin, giving him the praise that he wanted and that breathless moan he liked, the one where you added a bit of underlying mischievous depth, pulling back one of your hands and tracing his plush lips, his mouth opening and pink tongue lolling out, puling you into that wetness, locking his gaze with yours.

Soft and tight around two of your fingers as you slapped your hips into his, losing a bit of your power now that a hand was occupied, intense sparks shooting from your fingertips to your core, his tongue sliding sensually between them, your juices leaking out, getting wetter and wetter, head emptying and replaced with sinful pleasure as you stared into those dark brown orbs with blown-out pupils, sparkling eyes smiling at you.

Seokjin took over and started fucking you into his mattress (and Pink Bean).

Both of you completely forgot about the dick pic.

-

min yoongi.

"Ah, fuck, I forgot, I need to see your dick, f-fuck!"

"It's," Smack! "A," Smack! "Little," Smack! "Busy at the moment."

"Yoongi!"

The bed shifted and hit the wall.

"Oh no," came the most unbothered oh no behind you.

"Your damn neighbors are going to complain again," you hissed, planting your hands on the mattress and lifting your upper body up a little to scowl at him. "They're so annoying."

"Yeah, that's why I like fucking you," Min Yoongi snickered, looking back with his curly black mullet in complete disarray, smirking lips dark and swollen from making out. He raised an eyebrow at your displeased expression, dark brown eyes flashing. "Something wrong? Not rough enough for you?"

You narrowed your eyes. "I need to see your dick when it's fully hard."

He raised his eyebrows. "Sure. After this one."

"Yoongi–"

He cut you off. "Hand," he ordered.

You extended your left hand out back to him and he grabbed your forearm, long fingers gripping tightly, before proceeding his railing of your pussy from behind, your ass smacking into his crotch repeatedly.

"Yoongi – ah, oof!"

You slipped and fell face first into his pillows, gasping at the altered depth of each thrust, hard and deliberate, filling you up as you clenched around him, following his rhythm by pushing back with your hips and moaning as Yoongi slowly built up the pace, bottoming out each time.

"Why do you need to see my dick?" he asked nonchalantly as if he wasn't pounding you with it right this very second.

"Because, oh fuck, someone left a, fuck, Yoongi, yes, dick pic on my phone, aaah, right there, fuck, you're so fucking good, that night of the party, the one with the wet t-shirt c-contest, fuck, Yoongi, I love your dick so much, fuck!"

"Why would I do that?" he grunted, spanking your ass with his free hand and making you claw at his sheets, pain seeping into the pleasure and amplifying it, skin prickling hot, causing the excessive dripping between your joined legs. The headboard was now repeatedly smacking the wall.

"I dunno, you were drunk too, do you remember, mmm, yes, harder, yeah, like that, telling Taehyung you loved him and that he was your favorite little alien child?"

Behind you, you heard Yoongi choke slightly in embarrassment.

"No, I do not..."

"See, maybe you jacked off and snapped a memoir on my phone."

Yoongi let go of your arm and firmly gripped your ass with two hands.

"Memoirs are written."

"Maybe if they wrote their name, I wouldn't be on this journey – ah, Yoongi!"

You grabbed fistful of sheets and snapped yourself back up, your hair messy and cascading down your shoulders, meeting every vicious slap of Yoongi's hips to yours, his balls hitting your soaked clit and sending stings of satisfaction from your core to your limbs, so good, moaning his name, his growl of yours punctuated by his nails digging into your ass, give it to me, come on, and you fucked him back, pressing your palms into his sheets and feeling the shuddering ecstasy again and again, deep pulses tightening around his hardness, making him groan with want.

"One more, one more, I'm so fucking close, fuck..."

"You've been close, you're holding back, you're a dick, ow!"

Yoongi smacked your ass particularly hard and you clenched your core so tight that he gasped and probably delayed his orgasm even further.

"You're the one asking to see it," he panted, adjusting the angle to shove you further into his bed even though it wasn't possible, and continued his relentless assault in your pussy.

"If anyone has a nice dick, it's you, you bas... fuuuuuuuck, Yoongi, yes, I'm gonna c-cum, fuck!"

The pleasure shot through you like lightning, waves of tortuous triumph as you clutched his pillow and screamed his name into it, your juices leaking out from around his pumping cock and splattering onto his crotch and inner thighs, drenching his balls, saturating his skin with your sweet scent, Yoongi moaning your name and squeezing your ass as he fully sheathed himself in your shaking walls and exploded into the condom, his whole length twitching and shivering inside your spasming pussy, your ass prickling on pain, both of you gasping for air.

Someone on the other side of the wall was banging it and told you two to shut the fuck up, or at least you assumed that's what that muffled yelling was.

You and Yoongi ignored it.

"Are you... hah... okay?" Yoongi panted, rubbing your ass and kneading it.

"Of course, I am, what do you take me for, an amateur?" you chuckled, lifting your head, your breathing erratic and uneven. "Now let me see your dick, Yoongi."

The other side of the wall kept swearing. Very colorful, very loud, very upsetti in the spaghetti.

Poor thing must not be getting laid regularly.

"Fuck, fine, you know I like staying in there at least for a little while..." he grumbled, holding the condom down as you untangled yourself from his body, sighing exaggeratedly as you turned around and yanked it off. You tossed it into the trashcan that was already beside the bed.

Yoongi had the foresight to be prepared for a night with you.

"I don't have to leave soon. We have plenty of time."

The shouting through the wall seemed to have given up, kicking it once and swearing very heatedly before stomping off.

"You better not. I'm not finished with you."

You picked up your phone and unlocked it, opening your photo gallery, pushing Yoongi down so you could wrap your fingers around his slick, semi-hard cock. It throbbed contentedly in your hand as you began to move it up and down in smooth, tight strokes, flexing your fingers to add variation in the stimulation.

"Mmm, fuck, yeah, faster..."

You pulled the photo up and put your phone on the bed beside his hip and calmly continued your movements, looking down at him, him and fair-skinned cheeks with a slight fluffiness to them, him and his lightly upturned upper lip that gave him a cat-like appearance, him and his lowered lashes over black-brown orbs that held quiet, sensual intelligence. His hair was messy from fucking you so hard, but he was effortlessly sexy regardless, leaning back on his elbows, torso lifted to watch your hand. Yoongi noticed you staring and raised an eyebrow, wispy black strands grazing his dark brow.

“What?”

You smiled.

“Just thinking you’re really hot, Yoongi.”

He cringed slightly, ears turning pink and shifted his eyes away, closing them. Your own roamed down, down his defined shoulders and toned arms and chest, sucking in a breath at the sight, that slim waist and pretty hips, his cock filling up your hand, getting harder and harder, the head getting darker from sensitivity, the slickness of the lube and his own cum making it easier for you and better for him. Your other hand traced his side, running your nails over it and you heard his low moan, raising your head and your eyes found his. He was observing you again, glancing from the photo to you, the corner of his lips tugging upwards, ticking his head to the screen.

“That it?”

You ran your nails over his skin, just the way he liked it, light, pressing in a little when it came to the upper side of his hip, seeing his pupils expand and his breathing shallow, pink tongue licking his lips slowly.

“Yeah,” you replied breathlessly.

You increased the pace, pumping him from base to head, entranced by Yoongi’s expression, desire and cockiness despite becoming unraveled in your hands, his lower body trembling under you, your thighs pressed to his tense ones, tempting you to sit on and rub yourself all over them.

“Pretty dick.”

Slap, slap, slap. Hand on wet cock, sending shivers through you and through him.

“That’s why it could be yours.”

You saw his cheeks flush light pink, but he didn’t look away. Instead, he made piercing eye contact.

“Stop.”

You gasped sharply and ceased all movement, feeling his rigid stiffness pulse against your palm.

“Look,” Yoongi commanded in that low, raspy voice of his.

You bit your lip and removed your hand, strings of fluids snapping between your fingers and his hot, taut skin. His cock was so hard that it was sticking straight up, dark and imposing, twitching slightly. Long pale fingers picked up your phone and held it next to his erection.

“Well?” he chuckled.

You chewed on your lip, squinting at the screen. Reached over and ran your wet fingers over his twitching length, hearing Yoongi hiss and gasp at your touch as you angled his dick to match up with the photo. Surprisingly, it wasn’t that difficult – the position seemed to match up perfectly. He was a little taller and thicker though. The shape of the head was similar, but also a bit off. The skin tone wasn’t quite correct either, the red-purple with subtly differing undertones. Still, lighting might affect that kind of detail. It wasn’t like you knew where this picture was taken.

“Hm… It’s really close, but not an exact match.”

“Well, damn.”

Yoongi tossed your phone aside carelessly, hand reaching out and you bent down, already knowing what he wanted, lips to lips, sliding against his body. You loved the way he kissed. Intense but soft, hand on your jaw and thumb caressing your cheek, nail grazing your earlobe, whispering into your lips, put me between your thighs, and you shifting up, closing your thighs around his wet cock, his lustful sigh and smirk on your lips, slowly thrusting in between your legs.

“Tighter.”

You hooked your ankles, one over the another and squeezed.

“Mmm, fuck yes, you’re so good…”

His words reminded you of the first time, crammed into the backseat of a small car, snuck out of a party to have Min Yoongi pull you into his grasp, tongue and lips all over you, your arms over his shoulders, wondering what you were doing because this kind of guy wasn’t your type, quiet, yes, a music nerd, yes, however he knew what he was doing, light bites on you skin making you gasp and slide down his jean-covered thigh, delicious friction to your soaked panties, tipping your head back to give that decadent mouth more access to your throat.

Your phone vibrated in your back pocket. A certain someone was probably wondering where you were.

“Yoongi, how… fuck, yes, how are you so good… you’re so good…”

His deep voice over your vocal cords, vibrating them with his seductive tone.

“DND your phone,” he purred, drawing a line down your throat with his tongue, coating you with his saliva, his musky, woody cologne transferring to your shivering skin.

“What…?” you panted, unable to think straight.

He plucked it out of your back pocket, tapping it against your arm.

“Put it on do not disturb and I’ll make you cum so hard that you’ll be coming back to me all the time.”

You fumbled with your phone, strong hands scooping out your breasts from your top, those lips sinking into your cleavage and tongue ghosting over your nipples, moaning as you dropped it, ignoring Park Jimin’s text, lost in those skillful hands and that expert mouth that eventually kissed down to your pussy and drove you crazy, but not before setting your skin on fire and making you beg for it.

“Yoongi…”

His lips on yours, his eyes and your eyes both half-open, marveling at the way his lashes adorned those black brown orbs and the way he looked at you, drunk on lust and your body.

“You want me?”

Hands on your hips, grinding you down on his thigh, teasing you. He wasn’t your type, he wasn’t your type, he wasn’t your type… so why, why did that sly, knowing gaze do things to you? Why did it make your heartbeat stutter and your juices seep into the denim of his jeans, so turned on that you didn’t want anything else right now but Min Yoongi?

It just didn’t make any sense.

“Y… Yeah…”

That smirk.

“I know you do.”

You did end up coming back all the time.

He was very good and it wasn’t just his mouth.

Yoongi backed up and smirked, open-mouthed, mischievous, so fucking hot that you felt your pussy throb at the mere sight, his warm, pulsing length still jammed between your soft, closed thighs.

“You wanna ride my dick?”

You grinned. “Thought you’d never ask.”

You completely forgot about the photo and spent the rest of the night on Yoongi’s cock and ignoring the yelling from his neighbors.

-

jung hoseok.

“Hoseokie…”

Teeth on your ear, a dexterous, teasing tongue flicking your earrings, your name coming out of that heart-shaped smile in a low, sultry whisper that contrasted it.

“You can’t come here looking like this and not expect me to want to ruin you,” Jung Hoseok purred into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Your lips curved into a smile.

You were on your knees, spread out a little, short black minidress hiked up your thighs, facing the mirrors of the dance studio. Hoseok knelt behind you, hands travelling all over your body. Deft fingers, neatly manicured nails, his sharp jaw grazing your shoulder, pulling down the thin straps. Your large hoodie was tossed to the side, scattered onto the hardwood floor in haste. The frosted door of Smile Hoya’s rented dance studio space was locked, hip-hop music blaring loudly, and in the center was you and Hoseok.

You knew he could hear your shuddering exhale well, already attuned to the sounds of your pleasure.

He smirked and kissed the top of your ear, yanking down the top of your dress.

It wasn’t like this the first time.

“Ah, well, I was hoping… wondering, ah… I don’t know how to say…?”

You were in his bedroom at the time, confused. “Yoongi said you wanted to talk to me about something? What is it, Hoseok?”

He had been very nervous, somewhat shaky, staring into your eyes. You reached over and squeezed his hand, tilting your head. He took a moment to speak, hiding his brown eyes under his blond hair.

“Uh, well, I was talking to hyung and I mentioned I… I feel like I have to put up a front sometimes. Because I’m so happy and stuff. Women expect me to be like that… in bed… And he suggested that maybe you could help me… chill out, but, uh, that’s really rude to say, ah, I shouldn’t have–”

He tried to yank his hand out of yours in panic but you held on, tugged forward by his movement. Hoseok squeaked, ears turning red, freezing in place.

“Hey.”

You held his hand and patted it with your free one, smiling gently.

“I absolutely can help you chill out when it comes to sex. What do you want to know? What do you want to do? I’ll teach you.”

You noticed his expression change from panic to worry, chewing on his lip.

“N… No, you misunderstand… It’s not having sex, I…”

He trailed off, suddenly silent. You frowned slightly, nudging him. Hoseok cleared his throat and looked you dead in the eye.

“I’m not nice.”

Now he squeezed your hand tightly, breathing in your scent.

“Or rather, I don’t want to be nice when I fuck. Sometimes I want to let go and just…” He frowned, not seeming to know the word.

You leaned in, whispering in his ear.

“Fuck?”

“Yeah, I just… don’t want to think about an image I have to uphold.”

You grinned. “Yoongi did direct you to the right woman.”

His blond hair was even lighter now, the tips dyed with navy, a soft, sexy contrast to his rich tan skin. This was now many, many fucks later, hooking up at parties, at random times at his apartment, and now at the space he rented to practice dance on his own. Hoseok liked to freestyle and feel the music. When he fucked, he liked to feel the moment.

His hands gripped your breasts and squeezed, sandwiching your nipples between his index and middle finger, tugging hard.

You gasped in his hands, just what he wanted, open-mouthed smirk and all.

“Hoseok… I have to… ah, ask you something…”

He shoved his hips into your back and you gasped at the thinness of his shorts, rubbing his hardening cock against the top of your ass. A brown orb watched you through the mirror and he was smiling that brilliant, heart-shaped smile, contrasting his forceful touch.

“What do you want to ask?” he chirped cheerfully, pinching your nipples and twisting them.

You moaned, savoring the swift, firm pain followed by the pads of his fingers rubbing the tips of your nipples, grinding your ass onto his stiff length. Your phone was in your right hand. You bit your lip, seeing him watch you carefully in the mirror. You raised the phone and unlocked it.

“Is this your dick?”

You noticed Hoseok pause and squint. You turned your phone and held at up so he could get a good look. His hands were still on your tits, although he had paused the moment to view the image, blinking rapidly at it.

“When was this taken?” He tilted his head, looking confused.

“The party with the wet t-shirt contest? The–”

“One where Yoongi grabbed Taehyung and told him he was his favorite alien child?”

“Oh? You do remember?”

Hoseok winced, as if the events of the night haunted him. “I remember… not much after that…”

“Oh…” You faltered. “So you wouldn’t remember if you took this picture on my phone, huh?”

“No, sorry.”

“Then… can I see it?”

He grinned. “You have to earn it.”

Earning it could mean anything.

Today, earning it meant cumming at least three times with Hoseok’s fingers before he even let you take off his shorts.

“H-Hoseok…!”

He always smelled so good, so fucking good, orange and musk complemented with the barely-there vanilla sweetness, a scent that always seemed to linger on your skin afterward. His lips were on your neck, leaving small bites, chuckling darkly. One hand on your nipple, the other between your legs, your dress bunched at the waist and your panties at your knees, not letting you take any of it off, forcing you to watch yourself as he wrecked you, teasing your oversensitive clit with his fingertips, slick and slippery, thighs shaking from the second orgasm and coaxing you to the third, sharp throbs of lust causing your eyes to roll back, head falling against his shoulder.

“Hoseok, p-please…”

He had no trouble holding onto you, flexible and strong, and you were grinding your hips down, lost in the feeling, leaking everywhere because he hadn’t actually put his fingers inside you yet, teasing you and teasing you and teasing you, driving you crazy, please put your fingers inside me, please Hoseok, your name murmured gently in your ear, no, not until the third time, and then I’m going to put my cock in you once you’ve shown me how good of a girl you are, and you were going to lose your mind, shivering in continued ecstasy, squirming in his hands, your own reaching back and fisting his hair and white shirt, moans masked by the loud music, so close, so close, your perfume mixing with his, sex and cologne, shivers and heat, teeth on your ear and circles rubbed onto your aching nerves.

Shallow gasps.

Peaking pleasure.

Seeing nothing but black, eyelids fluttering, wanton moans torn from your throat.

The song ended.

Hoseok removed his hand from your nipple and covered your mouth, muffling your scream as you came, taking your air and your sanity, pleasure rocketing up your core, crying out with need for something, anything, inside you, pushing your hips back into his crotch, feeling his cock swell at your bouncing ass, desperate for him.

The music began again.

Now you were on your hands and knees, suddenly released, gasping for breath, legs shaking from the aftershocks.

“Look.”

Turning around, your shaking hands pulling down his shorts hurriedly, still wearing your black dress and panties around your knees, hardly registering the inconvenience, not caring, completely focused on the semi-hard length in front of your face. No time. Hoseok gave you no time, grabbing your face and dragging your open mouth to him, sliding into your lips, his oversized shirt touching your nose, you whimpering at the hotness and tautness of his velvet skin. The fullness invaded your throat, taking your breath away. He buried himself all the way in before yanking his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside with his vest that was shed earlier, far too hot now, looking down at you through his lashes.

“Don’t choke.”

Hand in your hair, pushing you down, not letting you move as he rolled his hips into your face, the head rubbing against the rood of your mouth and your tongue pushing it up to make it tighter for him, taking him deeper, hazy and intoxicated on orange, musk and vanilla. His other hand held your phone up, unlocking it with ease.

Smirk on those lips, heart-shaped and teasing. “So? Is it mine?”

You whined, not wanting him out of your mouth.

“Your choice,” Hoseok chuckled, tone light and unassuming, the edge of danger only visible in those sparkling brown eyes. “Find out or I’ll cum in your mouth and not in that pretty pussy of yours I’m looking at right now.”

Right, because you were bent over, ass facing the mirror, wetness dripping down your inner thighs.

Fuck.

You backed up, growling, glaring at the picture you knew all too well now.

“Well?”

Fine, fine, fine, you were on this fucking Journey to the Dick, and it was starting to feel more like an annoying side mission than the actual main storyline, but, whatever, you reached up and angled Hoseok’s cock slightly, sucking in a breath with him as you looked from phone screen to the delicious real-life specimen. Hm, okay. Similar in length and color. Not in angle though. Shit. And not in width either, barely a hair slimmer and the vein placement was more prominent on Hoseok’s length than this dick.

“Fuck, it’s really fucking close but I don’t think it’s yours.”

“Shit,” Hoseok sighed, turning your phone off and tossing it onto his discarded shirt. “Oh well.”

You narrowed your eyes, pouting. “What kind of react–gah!”

Hoseok pushed you down onto the ground, pushing his shorts down to his knees and pulling out a condom from the pocket, cocking a brow. You sputtered, trying to untangle yourself from the labyrinth of your own clothes, but only managed to kick off your panties before he got the condom rolled down and pushed your legs up, lifting your ass completely off the floor.

“Can’t have this pretty ass on this dirty floor,” he snickered, lifting himself higher, bending you in half, almost on your upper back, nearly uncomfortable, but Hoseok was stronger than he looked, and when he gave you what you needed, you instantly forgot about the discomfort.

“Oooh, fuck, Hoseok!”

He plunged into you, into hot wet tightness, stretching you out easily from the previous wetness, clit throbbing as he smacked his hips down, his balls slapping against your ass, drawing out another moan as his fingers brushed your clit, making you spasm and clench around his cock as he teased the overstimulated bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, yes, so tight, so wet, so desperate for a cock to fill this hole, aren’t you?” he purred, still so sweet but with such dirty words, so handsome with his blond hair and navy tips, heart-shaped smirk and glittering eyes, and the way he said your name, dainty and serene, slowly thrusting into you, but so hard, he was so hard from being inside you, completely consumed by the physicality of the act and no longer the same man who had been worrying about how you would perceive him.

That seemed ages ago now.

Your hands reached up between your legs, running your fingers through his hair, completely forgetting about the photo of the mysterious dick and focused on the one thrusting between your legs, smiling up at him, those brown eyes and lovely jaw.

“You’re so good, Hoseok, so fucking good to me, fuck, harder, yes, ah…”

Both of you forgot about the music, fucking through the pause between them, hoping that everyone else was too busy with their own choreography to think about the hot gasps and moans exchanged between you and him in the middle of the room, the act reflected in the wall of mirrors, the slap of skin-on-skin echoing off the walls, your name and his name in breathless whispers, tight and full and hot and wet and soaring on sky-high pleasure, climbing altitude and running out of oxygen.

“Fuck, gonna cum, fuck–”

“Ah, Hoseok, yes…”

Tip, free-fall, you clamping a hand over Hoseok’s mouth and his hand over yours, screaming into each other’s palms at the intensity and the force of orgasm, smacking your hips together and holding them there, feeling his cock twitch inside you and your shivering walls clamp around him in rough, intense pulses.

It took a moment to disembark from the euphoric high.

“Hah… we should… probably not fuck here…” he gasped, falling a little, cradling your ass so it didn’t directly touch the floor.

“I’d fuck you anywhere, so that’s your fault. You need to be the voice of reason.”

He laughed, rich and infectious, and you grinned, holding his head against your breasts and hugging him tightly.

-

park jimin.

“I hate you.”

“Come on, Jimin.”

"I was supposed to be first!"

"Oh my God, are we going on about this again?!"

"You were supposed to suck MY dick first!"

"Stop being a fucking brat, Park Jimin!"

"No!"

You tackled him and you both fell to the floor, rolling into a mess of giant t-shirts, fierce kisses and your hands in his now red hair, fiery and hot-headed like he was being right now.

"You little–"

"Don't you dare call me little!"

"I was gonna call you a little shithead but if you wanna be a big shithead, that's fine with me!"

He pinned you down and you grabbed his waist with your legs and rammed your crotch into his black shorts, making him gasp in horny pain and crumple into his laundry that you were supposed to help him fold, but instead you were wrestling and he was complaining about not getting his dick sucked.

It was your turn to pin him down with your arms and your thighs, Jimin seeing stars as he struggled to breathe from your lower belly smacking his erection the wrong way.

"Why, ack, why did you run off saying there's a proper order?" he choked out, choking harder as your panty-covered mound sat down on his length and started rubbing up and down, smirking down at him, his red hair flaring out on his cream rug.

"'Cause there is," you replied, calm and cool.

"Order of what? Order of how you fucked us?"

"Nah, I fucked Yoongi first, remember? At that party, ages ago..." you hummed, extending the expanse of your movement, sliding up and down his thighs, his plush lips open and moaning softly, his grip on your large t-shirt tightening. It was actually his, because neither you nor Jimin knew the meaning of keeping your clothes on.

"Yeah, in my car!"

"Eh, you were drunk and playing pool with Taehyung, which, by the way, he mad cheated and you didn't even notice."

"Fuck!"

You weren't sure if that exclamation was related to your teasing or Taehyung cheating, but Jimin removed one of his hands from your shirt and flipped off the wall, in the direction of Taehyung's room.

Ah, so not you.

"Is it age order? But Namjoon isn't the oldest..." Jimin refuted himself, frowning.

"He’s first because he's kind of like the leader of you guys, isn't he? You all end up listening to his reasoning anyway."

Jimin squinted, pouting. "That's just because his tall and smart and has a fatty IQ."

You grinned. "148."

Jimin looked very annoyed that you remembered the exact number.

“I never thought about it, but other than that, it is age order, huh?” you mused, bouncing on his dick.

He shuddered with satisfaction, rolling his hips into you. “Then why would you…?”

You shrugged. “Your names sound good together like that. Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook…”

Jimin added your name last with an amused smirk. You bit your lower lip, cocking an eyebrow and sporting a devious smile, leaning down. Lips to lips, a soft sigh, remembering that night, stumbling out of Jimin’s car and tangled in Yoongi’s touch, still kissing Yoongi with your ass on the hood of the car. Jimin had been annoyed at you then too, how could you fuck him first and not me, Yoongi laughing in that raspy, sexy way of his, because I asked, dumbass, Jimin grabbing your face and kissing you right in front of Yoongi, the older man clicking his tongue and squeezing your ass tighter, unimpressed.

In some ways, that night started off the chain reaction of hey, why not me?

Okay, maybe you did have some frustrations about your dating life and ended up tumbling into their beds for, ahem, emotional support, but in your defense, they were all great when it came to emotional support.

“Sit on my face.”

“That’s not the angle of the dick pic though.”

“Then just take the pic from that position. That’s how it was taken, right?”

Sometimes, Park Jimin was a damn genius.

He was great at eating pussy too.

“Ah, fuuuck, Jimin…”

A little messy at first, humming approvingly at your taste, thrusting his tongue into you and moaning as your muscles closed in on it, your slick nectar painting those beautiful, soft lips, him pressing them to your heat, lewd kisses, tongue swiping up and down.

“Gotta clean you up so you can dirty me up,” he breathed, tracing sensual patterns in between your thighs with his tongue, small nips to make you whine, his hands on your ass, moaning into your pussy as your kiss came into contact with his rigid cock, dripping saliva and licking it back up, gyrating your tongue at the tip and licking off the pre-cum, savoring the taste, strong and almost sweet.

Everything about Jimin was sweet, even when he was frustrated with you.

“Fuck, give it to me.”

His hands on your ass, pushing you down, setting your pussy flush onto his lips, blocking off his airway and moaning hotly, desperate, needy, wanting your noises as you swallowed him, his length swelling in your mouth at the wet encasement, swirling your tongue all around.

You’re so mean. I can’t believe you wouldn’t ask me first, get on your knees, come on, aren’t you sorry?

You weren’t, not even in the slightest bit sorry for fucking Yoongi in his car, but you had enjoyed his little pout and twinge of jealousy, kisses up his muscular thighs, the same thighs you were clutching right now, one hand tucking your hair behind your ear, remembering his hand on the back of your head, pushing you down on his cock, the same cock you buried all the way into the back of your throat, blocking your own ability to breathe, suffocating on it as Jimin groaned, coming back up for air, rushing exhale washing over your skin before returning to his work on your clit, rapid, intense licks that shimmered pleasure through your veins.

Jimin made you choke on his dick after the Yoongi incident, but you were the one in control of it now, rutting the head against your throat muscles, feeling it get harder and harder. He always felt so good in your mouth, recalling him saying once, I just really like getting my dick sucked, shut up and stop shaming me, tongue and lips and saliva, remembering how much he liked it when you held the base and focused on the tip, his muffled whines getting more intense and vibrating your core, making sure to pop your lips over the bottom of the head every time you came up and then pressing them tightly as you went back down, doing it all at that fast, suffocating pace that made him stop licking you to throw his head back and moan, loud lust radiating off the walls, not caring about disturbing anyone, too absorbed into your pace to be considerate.

“F-Fuck, yeah, just like that, fuck, you’re so good…”

Jimin was part of the reason you were good.

He really liked getting his dick sucked. Your mouth was one of his favorites and usually readily available.

Win-win.

“Faster, fuck, oh, shit, I’m gonna cum, mmmphf!”

He grabbed your ass and smothering himself with your pussy, body trembling under you as his cock jerked and shot into your throat, your lips closing in, sucking hard to drink his cum, his moans filling your wet hole and tongue all over your clit, furiously licking as you rubbed the twitching head into the roof of your mouth, his hips squirming at the overstimulation, but his violent grip and nails digging into your ass was telling you to do it, telling you he loved it, telling you he needed it, begging you to do what you did best, gulping around the head and then jamming it into your throat, cutting off your air.

He sucked on your clit, hard, whining so loud that you could feel it in his chest and racing heartbeat pressed against your lower belly, almost lifting your lower half with his upper body alone, showing off his strength from dancing. You angled your head, taking as much as you could, nose in his balls, whimpering around his cock and the snap of orgasm making your entire body flinch, leaking all over his face and into his mouth, his nose buried into your pussy, tongue soothing your throbbing clit, wave after intense wave, barely breathing, lightheaded with pleasure, clutching his thighs tightly, naked bodies suddenly dirty, surrounded by clean laundry.

Jimin yanked his head out from between your legs, panting in satisfaction, diving back in to shove his tongue on your quivering hole and scoop out your orgasm, sucking it out to drink it, murmuring your name into your slick juices.

“You taste so fucking good, fuck…”

You came up for air, gasping, tongue lolling out, holding his cock and rubbing the slit against your wet muscle. His stiff length twitched, still hard because of your mouth.

“Take the picture, mmm, yes, did you forget?” Jimin gasped into your pussy.

You fumbled with your phone beside his leg, still reeling from orgasm and Jimin’s continued ministrations, putting it in selfie mode and seeing the lower half of your face, chin shiny with saliva, his cum dripping off your lower lip, his cock in front of your face and naked chest, your breasts pressed into his abs.

You thought about licking off the visible cum, but then you decided against it, snapping the photo with your tongue hovering close to his rock-hard erection.

You knew the composition of the inspirational dick pic now, so you brought it up in a photo editing app, putting the two side by side while wrapping your lips around the head of Jimin’s cock, sucking it leisurely like a lollipop. He didn’t ask you to get off.

Instead, he planted your pussy into his face and suffocated himself with it again.

You studied the two photos. Hm. Firstly, yours was much sexier. No offense to white t-shirt, blue jeans, and black boxer briefs guy, but your glistening cum-covered lips and squashed tits in the background of the cock made the photo eons better than his. Jimin would definitely be asking for yours later. Anyway, back to the picture. Hmm. Jimin’s dick was slightly shorter and straighter, with a warmer skin tone to his purple-red tip, although the head shape was spot on. Was that possible to have a different length but almost identical head shapes? Did dicks work that way? Did Jimin have an equally sexy twin brother or doppelganger somewhere?

Hm, a threesome with basically two Jimins would be hot as hell.

He patted your leg and you climbed off him, sighing as you rolled over and pursed your lips, concluding that his wasn’t the mystery dick. Once again, close, but no dick. Wait. That wasn’t the saying. Eh, whatever.

“Fuck, send me that photo later, I’m gonna jack off to it.”

You laughed, feeling him crawl beside you and roll you onto your stomach, pinning you down with his naked body. “You wanna jack it to your own dick?”

He was rubbing said dick into the crevice of your ass cheeks now, using your saliva was lube. “Fuck yeah I wanna jack it to my own dick with your lips covered with my cum and your titties on my stomach, sounds fuckin’ hot.”

“You’re such a pervert, Jimin.”

“And you aren’t?”

The front door slammed shut. There was a loud yell of your name in deep baritone.

“Aw, hell no, I’m getting it in this pussy first, I got time before he comes to collect,” Jimin growled, reaching into his discarded shorts and ripping open a condom, scrambling off you and rolling it down his still-hard length, grabbing one of your legs.

You shifted to your side, glaring at him. “What am I, taxes?”

The deep voice called your name again, asking where you were.

He didn’t have to wait long for an answer though, because Jimin thrust into you and you ended up moaning Kim Taeyang’s name to inform him of your whereabouts, causing Jimin to bend over and fuck you hard and rough.

“I can’t believe you would moan his name like that with my dick inside you,” Jimin growled, looking far too cute to actually be pissed at you. “Gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll be sore for him.”

Everything about Jimin was sweet, even when he was firmly fucking you into his floor and making you yelp as Taehyung burst the door open, sighing at the scene.

“Who would have fucking guessed what you two are doing…”

-

kim taehyung.

"You're so fucking stubborn."

"Wow, that's really rude, I don't make comments about your–"

"Shut up, I'm deleting his number."

You narrowed your eyes and frowned, sitting with one leg bent on Kim Taehyung's bed. He was currently in possession of your phone, clicking his tongue and pressing buttons on the screen.

"When someone tells you to leave them alone, you leave them alone," he scolded.

You cowered slightly, eyes shifting. "I was only asking if he was doing anything this weekend... I didn't have any ulterior motives..."

Taehyung squinted. You deliberately avoided his gaze. He sighed, crossing his arms. You were still wearing Jimin's shirt with nothing underneath so, uh, maybe he had good reason to be suspicious.

"You have a virgin kink."

You choked on nothing. "What, no, I don't–"

Taehyung reached over to his desk and put on the thin, gold-framed glasses he kept there. He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. You abruptly stopped talking and gawked at him, breathless at the way his dark brown orbs were bordered by gold and his long, black-brown hair, the rest tied back in a small ponytail.

"And a glasses kink."

He took them off and you sucked in a tight breath, grimacing.

"That's why you keep going after these kinds of guys," Taehyung tutted, neatly folding the specs and placing them back on his desk. "And why you bonked Namjoon-hyung so fast, only to realize that he is not, in fact, a virgin."

"W-Well, he's still good..."

"Same reason why you got so excited when–"

"Look," you cut in, chopping the air with your hand, not letting Taehyung finish. His eyebrow seemed permanently raised. "I'm off my bullshit for now, no? I've got a mission–" You pointed to your phone and he held it out of your reach. You scowled and bounced back down into the bed. His eyes weren't following your face, but you ignored it. "–and I'll stop okay?"

Taehyung cocked his other eyebrow.

"Serious. You just deleted all the numbers except you and your friends, right?"

He turned the screen, thumb hovering over a certain number. Him and his friends were listed from one to seven, in order.

His thumb was over number seven.

"Don't," you whined. "Please, Tae."

His brows lowered, serious expression on his handsome face.

Then he smirked, dumping your phone on the bed.

"Silly girl," he drawled, crawling onto the bed, advancing towards you, sultry gaze and enchanting eyes making you forget about your device. "Why would I do that? He likes you so much."

You growled slightly, letting him push you down but not relenting. "That's really fucked up."

"That I wanna hear you say please?"

His hand lifted and cupped your chin, mischievous smile, unable to contain his pride for his little trick, sliding his leg between your thighs, tilting his head.

"Not just any please," he murmured, deep voice silky smooth, dark curled stands brushing against your cheeks he leaned in, hot exhale on your lips. "Your needy please when I threaten to take your precious Jungkookie from you."

You tried to close your legs but he stopped you with his knee, tilting his head, highly amused at your narrowed eyes.

"You don't like it?" He was leaning down, feathery kisses on your lips and cheeks. "I know you like it when I tease you." His honey voice was dripping into the fire, turning into fuel that fed the sparks of arousal, your hands coming up to clutch his black shirt, pulling down the center zipper, his deep chuckle in your skin, hand from your chin sliding up to your hair, the other tapping down your front, grazing the thin t-shirt material.

"Don't..." you gasped, his deft touch toying with the hem. “Don't use the others against me. That's not fair...”

“Mmm, yeah?”

Drawing circles on your inner thigh with his nail, nicking the skin.

"You only want to think about me?"

Your phone hummed with a notification. Taehyung chuckled, fingers creeping closer and closer.

"Aw, I wonder who that is? But that's too bad, because you're all mine right now."

You gasped, clutching his open shirt as his fingers slid in, two because you were already wet, shallow breathing and lidded eyes telling him enough, taking your lips with his, pace slow and steady and maddening, spreading your legs with his knees, forcing you to tip your hips up to him in an embarrassing position.

Then again, embarrassment during sex wasn't part of your vocabulary.

You pushed his black shirt down one shoulder and reached in, your fingers snaking to the hem of the white undershirt and stroking his skin, his satisfied exhale hot against your neck, you remembering the way the water drenched the fabric and stuck it to his golden tan skin, playfully flexing his defined chest and biceps, adorable and arousing because Kim Taehyung was both. He separated his digits inside your pussy to create a loud, sharp, wet squelch. You heard him grin, smug at the dirty sound, then begin plunging his fingers in and out, in and out of the tightness, trying to be as noisy as possible. You clenched your core to make him work for it, force him to be rougher with you, his fingers curling in your hair, yanking firmly, lips on your ear.

"See, how can those boys you pick keep up with you, hm? They won't know what to do with your pretty, sexy self," he purred, faster, harder, pushing you to the edge with your heated moan and your hands all over his chest, lifting your hips to meet his touch. "You need us to take care of you, don't you?"

Fuck, the way Taehyung said your name.

Like it was a decadent sweet he was craving, a taste compared to no other.

Your head fell back into the pillows, breathing in his warm scent in shallow puffs, his name pouring out of your lips, yearning and desire.

"Mmmm, Taehyung...."

Melting you into it, sweet bliss and sharp jerks of your hips into his hand, gasping at the flood of euphoria, trying to squeeze your thighs around his hand and stopped by his open legs. Your throbbing pussy gripped his fingers and made him hiss, his devious smirk growing as you lowered your chin again to look into those dark eyes, shivering under his intense gaze.

“Let’s play a little game.”

His tongue slid out, lickings your lips lightly.

“It’s called, how many fingers can I stuff in you before you’re begging for my dick?”

“What kind of – oh, f-fuck!”

One more.

Aching tightness, clenching your jaw, trembling at the ease of it, Taehyung cocking an eyebrow.

“Ah, yeah, three’s too easy, huh? You already warmed up.”

One more.

“Fuck, Tae, fuck!”

His dark eyes glittering, pleased at your reaction.

“That’s better. That’s what I wanna hear.”

Whines in your throat as he picked up the pace, fast and hard, clutching his shirt and his side, your nails digging in, stretched out and stuffed with four, your eyes rolling back and one leg sliding up to hook around his waist, meeting each thrust, so deep, so full, so wet, loud and obvious and uncaring of who was listening – probably Jimin with a huge smirk on his face – panting Taehyung’s name over and over, feeling the strength in his hold and his grip in your hair, pulling lightly, shooting pricks of pain down your head to meet the oppressive pleasure brimming in your core, closer, closer.

“What do you want?” Taehyung growled, that deep voice dangerously low.

“Y-Your c-cock, p-please…” you managed to gasp out, chasing it, chasing the fullness and the depth.

“Can you take it? Can you take it like the good girl you are?”

“A-Ah, yes, please Tae, want it,” you moaned, your fingernails digging into his back, scratching down as your orgasm shattered through you, making your whole body shake and shiver from the intensity, him pulling out. Your moan turned into a hoarse whimper, squirming as he rubbed your clit with his slick fingers, spanking it and teasing it, rocketing you into peaks and valleys of cut-off ecstasy that drove you insane, clawing at his clothes, desperate for his body on yours.

“What’s your magic word?”

“Please.”

He grinned at you despaired tone.

“That’s it.”

It took no time at all, your shirt flung aside, Taehyung losing his clothes that were already half-off, hot body to hot body, heated kisses and rummaging in his nightstand drawer, groaning into his mouth as his cock slapped your thigh, hard and thick and ready, dripping pre-cum on you before he yanked you up on top of him, ripping open the condom.

“Work for it.”

Lacing your fingers in his, sliding down onto that impressive girth and gasping as it twitched inside you, rolling your hips down onto it, better than his fingers, bouncing on it with your tits following your rhythm, squeezing his hands. Taehyung liked this kind of intimacy, the kind where he was grinning like the devil under you but still holding your hands as you railed yourself with his dick, rough and hard with your own smug smile, a little erratic but somehow good that way.

He made you work for it and you were good at working for it.

You found a good rhythm and – ba dum tss – rode it, leaning forward to deepen the angle and make it last longer, pulsing around his length with your tight walls, control and power and endorphins, each smack adding to the lewd melody that mixed with heavy moans and shuddering gasps, bringing Taehyung on your rollercoaster, his hips rising, your name rumbling in his chest, blood thudding in your ears at the baritone depth.

“Yes, such a good girl, gonna make me cum, don’t you want me to cum for you?” he panted, fishing for the magic word, bouncing one of his dark brows, his long hair flared out on his pillows, high cheekbones and strong features no longer hidden by wayward strands.

Your tongue between your teeth, grinning wide.

“Yes, please.”

The right inflection of winded want, maybe a little mischievous, but Taehyung liked that, for there was no fun in someone who was too easy.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.”

He squeezed your hands and thrust his hips up fiercely, shock bolting from your core to your spine to your head, your head snapping back, gasp torn from your throat, flooding his crotch with your juices, overstimulated clit rubbing on the base of his cock and Taehyung was gone too, husky groan falling from his lips, slamming his hips up and locking his legs, shooting jerks of cum into the condom, aftershocks causing you to lose hold on your knees, moan pitching higher as you slipped down on his throbbing length, trapped on it because Taehyung wasn’t going to lower you until he was done, the head pulsing inside you, squeezed out by your shivering walls.

“T… Tae… the picture…”

“Ah… yeah… hold on… lay down for me…”

He wasn’t going to let you leave without his mark anyway.

“Serious?”

“Deadly.”

You laid back against the pillows, spent, holding your phone, Taehyung straddling your chest and stroking his slick cock, plops of cum and lube falling onto your chest, messy dark hair curling around his handsome face. You could see the purple-red head peek out from between his fingers, hear the steady slapping as he pumped it back to full hardness.

“Alright, let’s see.”

Your chest was rattling but you raised your phone, bringing up the picture as Taehyung gripped the base of his cock, lifting it up slightly to put it in position. You squinted at the screen, looking from the photo dick to the real one. Of course. He was definitely bigger, a little thicker, but strangely, the color was almost the same. Was that lightning or similar skin tone? Or perhaps men with really nice dicks just happened to have Taehyung’s tan complexion?

You wouldn’t question it if it was true.

“You’re bigger,” you sighed, tossing your phone aside.

Taehyung smirked proudly. “What a surprise.”

“We all knew that, even before I saw it.”

He chuckled, going back to fisting his cock. “That’s because Jimin has a big mouth and likes to spread rumors.”

“You like that he spends rumors.”

Taehyung shrugged, but his sly expression wouldn’t be hidden even as he shook his head to cover part of his face with his long brown hair, curtaining half of it with darkness, teasing and effortlessly sexy.

“Ready?”

“Mhm, do it.”

You raised yourself onto your elbows, smiling wide, watching his breathing shallow and his eyes close, losing himself in it, faster and tighter, the wetness audible, strong thighs shuddering at your sides. Then he sucked in a breath, hissing your name and tipping forward, painting viscous white strings onto your collarbones and tits, pushing his shuddering cock up and down to spread it out, your clavicle now sticky and covered in his strong scent.

Taehyung ticked his head, lips in a devil’s smile, chest heaving with exertion.

“Your cum necklace is extra pretty today. Take a selfie for me so I can jack off to your cute face later.”

-

jeon jungkook.

“Jungkook?”

Jeon Jungkook shrieked your name like you were Michael Myers and he was Jamie Lee Curtis, flinging himself onto his computer monitor and mashing the power button to turn it off, his long purple hair flying everywhere, brown orbs like saucers, entire body shaking so bad that even his eyebrow piercing was vibrating.

He froze like that.

You blinked at him from the doorframe of his rented studio room, one hand on the knob and the other holding up your phone like a kitchen knife.

His leather bomber jacket was hung over the back of his rolling chair. The chair was currently slowly sliding across the floor, away from him and his panic. Jungkook was wearing a sleeveless black shirt and loose black jeans.

For a guy scared shitless, his pants were pitching a very impressive tent.

Had he been watching porn?

“Er… I knocked…?” you said slowly, pointing to the door. “Do you not hear me?”

“Um, uh, n-no,” Jungkook sputtered, looking you up and down. “No, I d-didn’t.”

“I said I was coming by today. Via text?”

“Was that today?” he echoed hollowly like a ghost in a shell, the end of his question pitching to a higher octave. He coughed and cleared his throat. “Ah. Sorry. I think I f… forgot…” He was not looking at your face, instead staring at your thighs and your shorts, tight and tiny, shredded black denim paired with a loose, long-sleeved black top that read in bold, white, graphic, letters...

REALITY SUCKS.

You pointed to the turned-off monitor.

"Were you watching porn?" you asked cheerfully.

Jungkook's ears turned red.

"Yes," he blurted.

Silence.

A bird cawed outside.

You nodded, closing the door. You tilted your head and locked it, just in case, before waltzing into Jungkook's film studio space, bouncing on the heels of your large black sneakers. "If you're gonna watch porn, you should lock the door. What were you watching? Is it lesbian porn again? Can I–?"

You reached over to turn the screen back on and Jungkook's tattooed hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, yanking you away from it and to him. You blinked rapidly, confused at his tight grip.

"N-No, you can't see. You can't," he sputtered, pinning you against his hard body.

You frowned, annoyed. "Why not? I like porn." You squirmed against him, but he sandwiched you between his forearms, forcing you to look up and face him, thinning your mouth into a line. He gulped, eyes shifting, holding your body against his. His lower lip trembled, mole underneath bouncing with his uncertainty.

"I... It wasn't porn..."

You stopped struggling, confused. "Huh?"

Those dark chocolate eyes found yours, looking guilty.

"I was looking at your pictures."

You blinked rapidly. "What?"

"You know... the ones I take of you sometimes... You said it was okay..."

Ah, yes. Jungkook liked to take pictures of you. He had mumbled that it was because he needed practice and, later in bed, he admitted it was because he considered you his muse, an inspiration of sorts, so would it be okay if, maybe, you just turned a little and laid in his covers just like... like that, yeah, could he take maybe one photo?

"Sure, knock yourself out, dude."

A bit later, far too late, you had realized that had been maybe too chill of a response, but Jungkook seemed to prefer that and he acted less awkward about it every other time he asked to take a picture. They weren't usually dirty pictures. Although you were naked in some of them, they weren't quite inappropriate, every single one framed with delicate, well-thought-out composition. You always sighed and told him he made you look better than you actually were.

Jungkook always insisted you were consistently beautiful.

You pointed between your bodies.

"Were you gonna get off to them or something?" you cheerily inquired, bumping against his pitched denim tent.

"N-No!"

His ears turned scarlet and he jerked sideways, but you held onto him, hands firmly on his hips, not letting him twist away. He quickly covered his ears and pouted at you.

"I was... I just missed you."

You smiled, squeezing his ass. "I missed you too, Jungkook."

Your tone was soft, gentle. He stilled and lowered his hands, lips parting at your words, slightly surprised, incredibly adorable.

His dick twitched in his pants and jabbed your crotch.

A pause.

Jungkook's eyes shifted to the side, mumbling under his breath. "And, yeah, okay, I got horny, but that's only because it's you..."

"That's great, since I definitely wanted to look at your dick as soon as possible!"

His eyes went wide.

You smiled widely.

Then he said something unexpected.

"Ow."

You looked down and backed up as Jungkook frowned and reached down to shift his rock-hard length in his pants, sighing in relief.

"Zipper was killing me..." he grumbled, running a hand through his purple hair.

"We should just take it off then."

"Pardon, we should wha–ah!"

You grabbed fistfuls of his black top and yanked it up and over his head, causing Jungkook to sputter in confusion, throwing his hands up as you unsheathed his muscular torso, leaning in, breathing on his skin, leaving him to untangle himself as your lips closed onto his dark nipple, tongue teasing the small nub.

"Ah, fuck!"

You lifted your lips, tongue still extended, looking up to see him flinging the shirt aside, his long purple hair messy and wild, tattooed arm and un-inked arm lifting, pushing his hair away from his face, his chest rising to your wet muscle, gasping. You had a clear view of that cute little mole under his lower lip, trembling with pleasure before Jungkook looked down at you, hazy chocolate orbs fanned by black lashes, breathing hard.

You ticked an eyebrow, licking slow circles, lips closing in again, sucking daintily.

He bit his lip and let it slowly tease out while you simultaneously teased him, your name leaving his lips in a low moan. You danced your fingertips up his thigh, nail tracing the seams of his jeans, kissing across his chest, his eyes following you, hips rocking into your touch, following your pace, letting you command it. His head tipped back as you kissed down his abs, whimpering with want, curling his fingers into fists.

Jungkook always made you feel like you were touching him for the first time.

"You're not a virgin?"

"No?" Jungkook had repeated after the first time you had fucked him, sounding confused. "I'm just like this? Is that bad?"

"W... well... no, and now that I think about it, you were suspiciously good..."

"You didn't like it?"

You had turned to look at him and, fuck, the way he looked at you, so cute and innocent, uh oh, and then the slightest hint of an open-mouthed smirk dancing on those shapely pink lips, reminding you of someone else.

"Namjoon-hyung said that's what you were into. Is he wrong?"

Voice so deep and so smooth, gliding over you like butter.

You almost hastily defended yourself but one look into those roguish, yet genuine, chocolate eyes and you couldn't lie.

"But... you should enjoy yourself too..."

Jungkook had grinned, endearing and heart-thuddingly handsome. "I do. I told you, this is how I am. You're just my type."

"And what's that?'"

He had pinned you back onto the bed, leaning in.

"Hot and horny."

Turns out.

Seemed to be a running theme with all eight of you.

Right now, his pants were falling and you were sliding up as your hand was sliding down, shushing him quietly, your other hand dancing up his neck and pulling his head down.

"Someone's gonna hear you," you whispered to his open lips, tone and touch implying you didn't give a shit who was listening, wrapping your fingers around his stiff cock the second he pushed his black boxer briefs down, his shivering moan tickling your cheek. His right hand came up to cradle your head and lean it against his, begging whines for you to move, pairing it with an irresistible, husky hiss of your name.

"Please..."

He liked it tight and he liked it rough, liked the way you could lock your fingers and keep that nearly suffocating pace, closing his eyes with a flutter and moaning into your skin, curtaining you with purple, his grip in your hair tightening as you built that speed, filling the rented studio with his silvery, erotic cries.

"Someone out there is going to think you're watching porn," you teased, nudging him with your nose, looping a finger back to smear the pre-cum over the swollen head. He bucked his hips into your hold, lips pressed to your cheek, intoxicated groan warming your skin.

"Kiss me and breathe into my mouth..."

You couldn't say no, not with his voice so soft and pleading like that, not with that edge of nervousness. Fuck, the way Jungkook succumbed to your kiss, uncontrollable tremors taking over his shoulders, hot taut skin twitching in your palm indicating he was close, and you almost broke away to say that he shouldn't cum like this, it'll be messy and get on the floor, but he grabbed your face and didn't let you go, whimpering in his throat, wordlessly telling you to do it, exhale into his throat and he groaned in his chest, long, drawn-out, consumed by lust, and maybe it was bad, but you loved it, loved the way he wanted it so bad, wanted you to push the air out of his lungs and suffocate his pulsating cock with your grip, pre-cum leaking between your fingers, finally pulling back and gasping, his lashes fluttering helplessly.

"G-Gonna cum, f-fuck!"

You had to think fast, looking down for a moment and feeling his cock jerk in your hand, swiftly switching to cupping the dark red head, thick white cum suddenly spurting your palm, Jungkook burying his face into your hair to muffle his wail, your scalp hot with his released exhale and your hand covered in his heated release.

You breathed in, smirking at the scent of dirty gratification.

"Jungkook..."

He whined softly, hips quivering as you covered his jerking length with your cum-covered hand, spreading it all over and getting him hard again.

"There's this picture..."

"Mmm, yeah, the h-hyungs told me... don't stop..."

You swung your hips from side to side, free hand running down his chest, your eyes roaming his toned body, his tattooed arm still hovering over your head, long fingers tangled in your hair still, squatting down and opening your mouth, tongue dancing out and licking your hand and the side of his purple-red length, wet sloppy kisses, slurping up his cum and moaning on the throbbing head, making sure that he could feel the sinful heat.

"Give me... oooh, fuck, give me your phone..."

Your hand left his abs reluctantly, tugging your phone out of your ass pocket and holding it up for him as your mouth closed around his cock, swallowing it all, eyes closing, cramming all of him until the head hit your inner throat and your lips pressed against his crotch, knees on the tile floor, thighs spread, hands poised in the air, unable to breathe.

Click.

You cracked open one eye to see Jungkook holding your phone above your head, teasing smirk on his shapely lips, mole winking at you.

“For me?” he asked, not quite innocent.

It was the first time Jungkook had taken an actual dirty picture.

You shrugged as if to say, sure, pulling back as he turned the phone around, the dick in question on the screen. You eased off his length, licking it clean, bringing up your wet hand covered in his cum, popping your lips off the engorged tip and sliding your fingers in your wet lips, tongue wriggling between your fingers, inspecting the two dicks. Jungkook was still hard – so hard that his cock was sticking straight out, almost mimicking the photo. You had to crouch a little more, tilting your head and placing your fingertips on his balls, raising his dick a little on the back of your hand, smearing saliva and pre-cum on your skin.

Yon continued to lick, grazing the underside of his length with your tongue and then pulling back, eyes going from the photo to the real thing.

Jungkook moaned above you, clutching your phone tightly, knuckles white under black tattoos.

Hm.

You tilted your head.

One way.

Then the other.

Hmmm?

Hmmmmmmm.

“W… What?” Jungkook stuttered above you.

You pursed your lips at the tip of his cock, swiping your tongue over it and sucking off the pre-cum. He gasped, hips shaking, threatening to shove it into your lips.

“It doesn’t look like your dick at all.”

“What?” He sounded startled.

You pointed with your dry hand. “The shape is a little off, you’re longer and slightly bigger, and the color is different.” You sighed, whooshing hot air over his soaked, taut skin, Jungkook whimpering. You squinted slightly.

“Still…”

You tapped your lips with his cock, thinking.

“I think he wears the same underwear brand as you.”

“He does?” Jungkook squeaked, spinning the phone around and blinking at it.

You shrugged. “And for some reason, the position of his hips reminds me of you. I don’t know why…”

He chewed his lower lip, staring at the phone.

“Oh well.”

You stood up abruptly at your words and plucked the phone out of his hand, putting it on his desk.

“If it’s not you, it’s not you. Let’s fuck.”

Jungkook yelped as you grabbed the bottom of your shirt and began stripping off your clothes.

That was his reaction that one time you lost strip poker to Kim Seokjin and him at that one party, not that your cared because you didn’t bother learning the rules. You had other priorities and they involved getting mostly naked and then pinning Seokjin down to make out with him as Jungkook gawked at the other side of the table, half-clothed, clutching his cards.

“I can… go…?” he had sputtered.

You surfaced from Seokjin’s plush lips, his hands around your bare waist, the taller man gasping for air, reeling from your kiss.

“I still have one more piece of clothing to go, Jungkook.”

Side of your lower lip between your teeth, cocking an eyebrow, swaying your panty-covered ass at those huge brown eyes.

“You can help, you know.”

Fun night.

His eyes were huge now too, your back against the wall and him rolling the condom down, lifting your leg and sliding into you, gasping at your tightness, leaning down to kiss you again, greedy and ravenous, his hips jerking upwards, forcing you on tiptoe. Your hands were on his shoulders, nails digging into that soft skin and strong muscle.

“F-Fuck me, Jungkook, mmm, fuck, yes…”

You didn’t really get to talk during that strip poker night because your mouth was full of Seokjin’s dick as Jungkook’s pounded you from behind, but it would be a crime to complain about such things.

You met your hips to his to deepen his thrust, enjoying his strength, powerful and steady, fucking you against the wall, wet slaps and soft moans filling the room between harsh kisses, lips swelling from the fervor, your ass even rhythmically smacking into the wall, but neither of you cared, your leg around his slim waist and his right arm wrapped around it, his fingers digging into your thigh, black tattoos and tan skin gleaming from sweat, his other hand clutching a fistful of your ass and ramming your drenched pussy down on his stiff cock, grinning at your soft cry of his name, staring into his eyes and not looking away, spellbound by chocolate orbs framed by wispy strands of purple.

“You always feel so fucking good…”

You pulsed around him, feeding the fire, wanton exhales mixing, dick pic forgotten.

-

“Hah…”

You rolled over, sighing loudly.

“Haaaaaaah…”

“You still fixated on that dick?” a deep, unimpressed voice said next to you.

You frowned and planted your phone with the inspirational dick on your face, praying for it to come to life and choke you.

“I never found out who it was…” you mumbled.

“Well, it is Saturday night. We can go crash a party and maybe you can find that dick!” exclaimed a joyful voice, poking your side. Your phone slid off your face and clattered to the floor. A cheerful hand covered in colorful clay rings waved at you and your gaze shifted to Jung Hoseok and his blond and pink hair. He was too cute and you were unable to help yourself as you looked at him, matching his heart-shaped smile.

“Nah,” you tutted. “If it’s not one of you guys… the dick isn’t worth it.”

You closed your eyes and sighed again, long and with longing.

“If it makes you feel better, we don’t know who it is either.”

You laughed hearing Kim Namjoon’s deep, serious voice. “How would you guys find out?”

“I know a lot of things,” Park Jimin’s angelic, light voice chirped.

“Too many things,” Kim Taehyung’s baritone voice remarked coolly.

“Are you gonna eat that slice of pizza, Jungkook?”

“Yeah, hyung, I am, no, stop–”

“Give Seokjinnie-hyung a bite!”

“Over my dead body!”

“Then you’re dead to me, boy! Respect your elders!”

You heard some slapping and flailing about, but didn’t open your eyes.

“He’s probably not a virgin anyway. Virgins don’t snap pics like that on strangers’ phones.”

You cracked an eye open and narrowed it at the form laying on the ground beside you. Min Yoongi was messing with his phone. His head was on a huge pillow that he wasn’t sharing. He seemed to notice your glare and turned his head to raise a lazy eyebrow at you, cat-like eyes shrouded by black hair.

“Isn’t that what you’re into?” he taunted.

Your eye twitched.

You growled, sitting up. “I’m not into virgins, damnnit! I just like listening to people who are knowledgeable about their interests, like how Namjoon goes on about human philosophy, and how Seokjin never shuts up about MapleStory, and like how you talk about music theory. Just because I don’t understand right away doesn’t mean I don’t try,” you snapped, prodding Yoongi’s firm pecs through his t-shirt. He didn’t move, completely unbothered as you continued your tirade. “I don’t know anything about TikTok, but I like listening to Hoseok talk about the latest dance and fashion trends. Jimin’s the only reason I don’t make an ass of myself at parties because he knows everything about everyone so I don’t accidentally sit in a taken person’s lap and cause trouble. Taehyung’s always following that animal rescue Instagram and giving me cool facts about all these different creatures. Jungkook can go on for hours about cameras. I still don’t think I even know how to work the aperture function on DSLRs, but as long as he will continue to explain, I’ll listen.”

You sucked in a deep breath and seethed.

“So what’s the difference?”

“What?” you scowled.

Yoongi shrugged casually.

“Why do you keep chasing dorks with glasses struggling to get stupid graduate degrees when the people you spend the most time with are here with you right now, ready to fuck you at any time?”

“That’s–”

Your words died in your throat, Yoongi’s words finally sinking in.

Silence.

“Hyung, I’m struggling to get a grad degree…” Namjoon cut in, but the black-haired man on the floor lifted a finger and sliced the air, quieting him instantly. Yoongi was watching you carefully, head tilting at your frozen state. Your brain seemed to have ceased function. His lips curved into a slow, open-mouthed smirk.

Yoongi dropped the bomb on you.

“Didn’t you think it was a bit suspicious that the dick had elements from all of ours, but never quite matched up?”

W… What?

Your head whipped to your fallen phone and you scrambled with it, bringing up the dick pic again. The photo showed up at the party with the wet t-shirt contest. Your phone has disappeared for two hours during said party. Everyone was drunk. No. Everyone had gotten drunk after your phone had mysteriously been found and returned to you. You spent the night in various laps doing various naughty things, not bothering to check your phone after retrieving it, leaving it as a later you problem. You filed through your memories, recalling their faces as you showed each and every one of them the photo.

Hold on.

“Didn’t you think it was a bit weird, almost as if…”

They weren’t as weirded out as one might be, seeing some random dick on your phone.

As if…

“As if one of us is good at photo manipulation, perhaps,” Yoongi purred.

As if they had expected to see such a photo.

Click.

You whipped your head to the left and a whirlwind of dark purple hair went flying under the coffee table, hiding behind broad shoulders, chestnut brown hair, and full lips forming an ‘o’. At the same time, the realization hit you like a falling piano from the sky.

“Did you all…” you choked, mechanically jerking from face to face, Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, and lastly, back at Seokjin because Jungkook was cowering behind him, large brown doe eyes behind a massive shoulder. “D-Did you all…?”

No way.

“Did you all take a dick pic and Photoshop them together into one superdick photo and PLANT IT ON MY PHONE?!”

One look at those seven faces and…

YUP.

Taehyung laughed, loud and rich, nudging Namjoon with his elbow. “Told you she wouldn’t check the details of the photo and realize it was from an outside source.”

You started and swiped around. The file name was close enough to your camera photos’ file names, but upon closer inspection…

“Oh my God…”

“She’s very easily distracted by dick,” Hoseok chuckled, infectious grin on his face.

“I am not!”

“Wanna bet?”

“Jimin, do not whip out your dick.”

You heard your name being called softly and looked up, clutching your phone, still stunned and flabbergasted that you had been lusting after a fake dick that was a fuckin’ Megazord of the seven dicks currently surrounding you and those seven were the very dicks that tricked you!

On purpose!

For what?

FOR FUN!

(GG, no re)

They got you good.

Your irritation immediately dissipated when your eyes found those anxious chocolate ones, long purple strands curling around his cheek, curious open mouth with the small mole underneath barely visible.

“Are you mad?” Jungkook asked quietly, pink lips curving into an irresistible pout.

Oh.

Shit.

Before you could quickly say, no, of course not, Jungkook, it was funny, I’m not mad at all, you felt a dark presence by your shoulder, raspy chuckle by your ear, sending shivers down your spine, whispering your name, devious and smokey.

“Whose idea do you think it was?” Yoongi murmured.

You stared into chocolate eyes.

Innocent.

Or…?

Jungkook’s pout disappeared.

His dark eyebrow cocked, mischievous smirk gracing those irresistible lips. No, not just him. Lowered lids and midnight blue hair, smug expression with a dimple. Kim Namjoon. Lifted chin, looking down at you with a sheepish yet wicked smile on full lips. Kim Seokjin. The black head of hair leaning his chin on your shoulder, laugh like a seductive purr. Min Yoongi. Tilted head balanced on long fingers decorated with colorful rings and bracelets, sly heart-shaped smile. Jung Hoseok. Shit-eating grin fanned by red hair, bouncing a perfectly manicured eyebrow. Park Jimin. Long dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, spare strands framing a moody, handsome face with a glint of playful cunning. Kim Taehyung.

And then, Jeon Jungkook.

“The hyungs thought it was a great idea,” he drawled, silvery and sweet, looking extremely pleased with himself, running his tattooed hand through his purple hair, unquestionably guilty, but despairingly angelic in appearance.

These fucking…. Seven Kings of Duality!

You were positively fuming.

Silence.

An owl hooted outside the window.

“YOU PUNKS!”

You threw yourself over the coffee table and horny chaos ensued.

-

2021.09.01 - JK birthday drabble 2021.10.02 - Namjoon birthday drabble

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[1kook]

IDK IF UR DOING A CERTAIN OC OF URS BUT JK ANGST HK ANGST JK ANGST LIKE HURT ME GOOD PLZ FALL OUT OF LOVE OR UNREQUINTED LOVE BUT REQUINTED BUT THEIR JUST DUMB

Jungkook takes up too much space on your bed, practically covers the entire surface when he spreads out all obnoxiously like a starfish, smug grin half engulfed by your pillows. You make sure to wipe it off his face soon enough, dumping your next armful of clothes right on his stupidly handsome face. “Oof,” he says, but the sound is muffled.

“You’re supposed to be helping me,” you frown, crawling onto what little open space is left beside him as you get to folding. Slowly, Jungkook’s face is uncovered from beneath all the fabric, and now newly freed from a possible lavender-scented suffocation, he decides to make himself useful. “Anything that looks like it doesn’t fit me, toss it in that pile,” you explain, gesturing to the growing pile of clothes ready to be donated.

The first thing Jungkook picks out is an old tube top, orange and tiny. “How do you even get into this?” he asks, pulling it back and forth as if it’s some sort of incomprehensible garment and not the top you wore to Jungkook’s birthday two years ago. “Arent your boobs too big for this?”

“My boobs are not that big!” you feel the need to defend, snatching the top away and quickly sending it to its doom (the donation pile).

Sadly, removing the item from his view doesn’t stop Jungkook from talking about it. He shrugs. “What’s wrong with big boobs? They’re hot,” he mumbles, moving onto a pair of denim shorts that have definitely seen better days. Whatever he has to say about those, he decides to keep to himself. Instead, what he does say is, “it was cute. My birthday party, right?”

Honestly, you’re surprised he remembers. The aforementioned birthday party had been his 21st, the night spent black out drunk at the frat house he had been a member of at the time. And while you had been invited thanks to your best friend standing, you can hardly remember seeing Jungkook at all that night.

Between your initial greeting and your second game of beer pong, he had disappeared somewhere, swept away by a throng of girls eager to bestow birthday gift after gift on him. He was popular like that, always some poor girl’s crush somewhere. As his friend, you knew Jungkook wasn’t a greasy player. But that didn’t mean he was ignorant when it came to the game of love; he knew his way around a woman, knew how to seduce and charm just enough to get what he wanted.

His birthday was no exception. Faintly, if you think hard enough, you can still remember the way he had led his new harem up the stairs of the house, a cloud of floral perfume and soft lilting giggles following behind.

Youre slow to respond. “Yeah,” you mumble, mindlessly fingering the sleeve of a t-shirt you’re certain was his before it was yours.

Jungkook hums. “I remember,” he says, but did he really? Was he as drunk as you or had he done all that sober? Both answers hurt too much to ponder on. He answers your question soon enough anyway. “You and Joon spent the whole night cuddled on the couch,” he adds quietly.

Which is true, but the tone he uses to deliver that tidbit of information doesn’t sit right with you. “Yeah,” you bite out, “‘cause you were busy, remember?”

The worst part is, even when you try to lay out your distress for him to see, Jungkook still looks back with wide eyes. Like he doesn’t understand why you’re getting so riled up and, frankly, neither do you. You never even told him you liked him, and if you did, there was no guarantee he liked you back.

Jungkook could do whatever he wanted with whoever he wanted, that was his prerogative. Yours was being the idiot best friend who never confessed yet still cried over him. You huffily fold another t-shirt, rapidly blinking away the uncalled for frustration building inside. Jungkook coughs, drawing you out of your thoughts. The pile of laundry is almost done. The orange top is still on the floor. “It was a nice top,” he murmurs, “that’s all I wanted to say.”

The top doesn’t fit you anymore anyway.

[rwbyvein]

Silent Knight:  Devil’s Dream:  Part II/II

RWBY sat around the room, with Neo snuggling tightly up against Jaune.

Weiss: So, we apparently have terrible news.

Yang: I wouldn't call it TERRIBLE...

Weiss: *huffs*

Blake: Soooo?

Weiss: *brings her hand to her head*

Weiss: I don't think i can even say it...

Yang: Then I will. Jaune wants to fuck us. Midget is a kinky bastard, and wants to help him.

Blake: And how does... Jaune... feel about this?..

Yang: He is trying to stop her... but I really don't think his heart is in it...

Ruby: Why is he trying to stop her?

Weiss: Really?

Ruby: What?, I'm curious. I really don't understand what's happening here.

Yang: What's happening is Neo is a kinkster.

Neo: *emphatic nodding*

Yang: and Jaune is horny for us.

Jaune: *looks about nervously*

Weiss: I was wondering if he had finally lost interest in me...

Jaune: You are just as amazing as when you left... were taken away...

Weiss: *blushes and looks away*

Jaune: We all knew how much you hated your father, how much you loved Beacon, and how much your team meant to you... I just wish there was something we could do about it.

Weiss: I'm curious as to why you did not?

Jaune: And what, like?, kidnap you?

Weiss: At this point, I wish you had...

Jaune: *stands up from the couch, and then looks about nervously*

Jaune: *slumps back on the couch*

Jaune: At this point, I wish I had as well. I wish I could have stayed with Yang. I wish I could have followed Blake... I've never had many... friends... and even if you would never return my feelings, you all still meant the world to me.

Blake: And what about you guys?

Nora: Well, duh. We'd follow Leader anywhere.

Ren: He does give us wonderful direction. We have been directionless... since...

Nora: *hugs Ren tightly*

Yang: And what do you think about this?

Nora: *shrugs her shoulders*

Nora: As long as Jaune ends up happy.

Ren: We honestly do not think of this. You love each other, dearly. Whether that love is romantic or platonic is up to you to decide. It is up to you to accept or reject Neo's... advances... and we will support you, either way.

Yang: That's it?

Ren: So long as you don't take each other's feelings for granted...

Ruby: *sighs*

Ruby: Of course you would make us decide... Wait, me too?

Neo: *nods emphatically*

Blake: But... I'm a Faunus...

Jaune: Which just makes you more adorable... and you were already pretty adorable...

Yang: That part I can agree with.

Weiss: Her ears... do... make her... adorable...

Blake: *blushes and ears flatten against her head*

Weiss: So, we are being asked to... allow... our newest member... to molest us... for Jaune's benefit?

Weiss: *faces flushes and starts fanning herself*

Yang: To be fair, he did try to ask you out the usual way a few times.

Weiss: He... did... at that... and I... characteristically... rejected his proposals... I... must... apologize.

Yang, Blake, and Jaune: YOU WHAT?!

Weiss: *sniffs*

Weiss: I was so self-involved, I did not give your feelings due consideration. I was truly deserving of the name Ice Princess.

Jaune: No... no... for one I called you Snow Angel, and on the other, you are so far above me... there no way I could have expected you to go out with me...

Weiss: *breathes deep*

Weiss: One... of the reasons... I left Atlas in the first place... was to avoid such class considerations... By rejecting you... I failed to hold myself up to my own standards... Don't you see the tragedy in that?

Jaune: You might not like classism, but it's still a part of you.

Weiss: *sniffs*

Jaune: You are the most charitble person I know.

Weiss: I... am?..

Jaune and Neo: *nod their heads*

Jaune: You care deeply about those around you, and actively try to make life better for them.

Weiss: *wipes moisture from her eyes*

Weiss: I... am?..

Jaune: That's why you are better than me.

Weiss: *tears start rolling down her cheeks*

Weiss: *covers her face*

Weiss: I must look terribly a-fright.

Jaune: As beautiful as the first day we met. I just wish I was the man I am today... when I first asked you out...

Jaune: *leans back against the couch and sighs*

Jaune: I was such a stupid kid...

Neo: *nods and cuddles back up to him*

Neo: *kisses him on his cheek and looks back across the room*

Weiss: We both were.

Yang: Speak for yourself. I...

Yang: *hangs her head back and sighs*

Yang: ...still am... Okay, yeah, I'm part of the epic quest... and all... but to be fair, I'm here because of Rubes... and everyone else... I don't want to see us apart, again.

Jaune: That's exactly how I felt.

Nora: Well, duh. That's why we're here.

Blake: I can't help but feel we've gotten off topic.

Yang: The topic being that Jaune and Neo want to Yang us.

Weiss: And just what, pray tell, is the difference?

Yang: Like getting banged, just a lot more degrading.

Weiss: *coughs*

Jaune: We also have failed to mention my response.

Jaune: *leans back on the couch*

Yang: Oh, yeah, I almost forgot about the best part, Ladykiller's response was that he wants "Committed relationships".

Weiss: He did say that, yes.

Blake: Wait, what?!

Ruby: *full face blush before hiding in her hood*

Nora: Leader always has been romantic.

Blake: So... he... quite literally... wants a harem.

Yang: You are taking this surprisingly well.

Blake: It's not in the kingdoms, but in Menagerie... polygamy is acceptable... I won't say normal, because it's not THAT common, but... it's...

Weiss: *rubbing her temples*

Weiss: So, what you are saying is that you're okay with us becoming Jaune's harem?

Neo: *raises her hand*

Neo: (not just Jaune's)

Jaune: Not just... mine...

Yang: I will... admit... you guys are all incredibly hot that it's sometimes hard to contain myself.

Ruby: *incoherent mumbling from inside her hood*

Weiss: *incoherent mumbling*

Jaune: And this is why I didn't say anything. Your friendship is too important to me.

Neo: *wraps her arm in his*

Jaune: *looks at Neo*

Neo: *smiles and nods at him*

Jaune: *hesitantly looks across the room, finding RWBY oddly composed*

Ruby: I never thought you would notice me.

Jaune: What?

Ruby: You were my first friend. Other than Yang, but sisters count as sisters, not friends... though we are like close friends...

Yang: Ruby is the only thing I have... unless this works out...

Weiss: *looks between RBY*

Yang: Oh, good god, I want this to work out...

Weiss: *closes her eyes and breathes deep*

Weiss: I reserve my right to raise my opinion. Knowing that I truly love you all.

Weiss: *wipes away tears*

Yang: We all know how whiney you are.

Ruby: You just want to push us along.

Ren: To make us better.

Yang: What they said.

Nora: So?..

Ren: For the record?

RWBY: *each raise a hand*

Jaune: Neo, no molesting.

Neo: *cute, incensed look*

Jaune: Unless they are willing.

Neo: *nods*

[kazimakuwabara]

Playing the Part

Summary: Hiei and Kuwabara go under cover for a mission. (A Hieibaraweek story. :> a fake relationship kinda? Maybe? 2600+words)

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Hiei sipped the wine in his glass and tugged gently at the golden chain in his hands.

The tall, scantily clad, muscular figure joined him on the overstuffed couch, or cushion. The thing Hiei was curled comfortably against was really more of a giant pillow, rather than a couch. Hiei tugged the chain again, guiding the person without words, instructing with a pull of a lead, that he expected the figure to drape themselves around him.

Which, nervously, cautiously, eagerly; they did.

Hiei raked a hand through coppery curls and trailed his fingers down their face until he had their chin. He turned their face, tilting it to view at every angle, and appraised him with a slightly wistful smile. Gorgeous. They were absolutely... exquisite.

‘Now what?’ Kuwabara’s annoyed voice prattled in his head, the pout tangible in Hiei’s mind, though Kuwabara’s face remained placid.

Hiei tugged the chain until Kuwabara fell in his lap, and Hiei set about petting him like he was an overly large cat. His hand roamed down his curls, that spiraled and spilled softly around his crown, so different from that pompadour Kuwabara had sported years ago. Down, down, and down Hiei’s fingers stroked, going down the expanse of Kuwabara’s back, before starting all over again. Even if Kuwabara didn’t wear a pompadour anymore, he still usually slicked his hair up in some style.

Hiei never got to play with Kuwabara’s curls in the light of day.

‘We wait for our target to notice us,’ Hiei answered Kuwabara’s projected thoughts, ‘he’s always looking for slave owners to join his little trafficking club. We find him. Trick him. Stop his human trafficking ring. Murder him and his fellows brutally. Make up an excuse as to why we murdered him. rather than brought him in to Koenma. And then we go home, with you still in this outfit for my personal use. End of story.’

Kuwabara sighed in Hiei’s lap annoyed, and sour.

‘We are not murdering this asshole... even if he deserves it, Hiei.’

“Don’t sound like that my pet… I’ll let you choke on me later,” Hiei said aloud, ignoring Kuwabara’s projected scolding.

Internally his mind reached out and reminded Kuwabara, ‘You must act the part of an obedient slave for this plan to work. Don’t give yourself away by sighing like that!’

‘Who’s plan was this anyway?’ Kuwabara’s mind grouched, as his body shifted to curl and settle against Hiei, tucking himself against Hiei like an adored pet.

‘Kurama’s. You liked it when he pitched it,’ Hiei thought smugly.

He pressed the cool wine glass against Kuwabara’s bare back, and was rewarded with a small gasp and shudder. Hiei’s eyes flashed delighted at the sound, and Kuwabara had to make an effort not to glare at Hiei.

Hiei could tell.

‘I didn’t realize what part I would be playing!’ Kuwabara thought petulantly, while his eyes looked demurely up at Hiei. He licked his lips as if itching to press himself against his master, and it looked rather convincing.

If Kuwabara tried, he was a decent actor.

‘Oh? Would you rather be the master and I the slave?’

When silence answered him, Hiei threw back his head and laughed.

A few of the party-goers looked over, brows raised, and then eyed Hiei’s wine cup. Some sneered and looked away, others continued to stare, while the looked to Kuwabara, eyes slowly scanning the man’s form. Those people would turn the eyes away eventually, they knew they had to.

‘Fool. The person we’re after is a demon. He would not be interested in a human owning a demon, no! He seeks someone likeminded like him, a demon who owns a human. He’s looking for someone who he can either do business with, or who he can sell his stock too. Even Yusuke was aware of that!’ Hiei's chuckling continued through their connected mental link, a power Kuwabara had honed with his friends over the years.

For some reason, even since his teenage years, Kuwabara always was able to reach Hiei the longest and clearest with his telepathy. Their ability to communicate clearly, at great distances, and for long stretches of time was why Koenma had suggested they pair up for this mission, working on the inside while Yusuke and Kuwabara hovered far enough away to be undiscovered, but near enough, if backup was needed.

Kurama supposed it was Hiei’s Jagan that allowed his and Kuwabara’s psychic abilities to connect so strongly. Koenma agreed to this, and offered no guess of his own. Yusuke thought it was just a curse of bad luck, and Kuwabara was stuck working with Hiei, just so he could be laughed at in this awkward situation.

Kuwabara and Hiei had different thoughts about why they could communicate so well, but the only two who knew those reasons were them. And for now, that was how they wanted it to stay, even if others were beginning to suspect.

Hiei idly stroked a hand down Kuwabara’s bare arm, trailing it from his shoulder to his elbow, before beginning the stroke again. It was delightful to openly handle his human like this, and he was beginning to think they should be less secretive about their relationship. If he was allowed to touch his lover so freely, why was he hiding it to begin with?

Kuwabara and Hiei had been altered a little in appearance for this case.

Hiei had allowed his hair to be cut short and style by Shizuru, who had been delighted to work with his hair. It had proven hard for her, but she had been immensely satisfied when she was done. He still had the familiar spike of hair, it just didn’t give him, “an extra half a foot of height,” as Shizuru described it. Hiei had been placed in a fine military-like uniform, in the colors of gold and red. It came with an equally as flashy gold and red cape, one that dragged to the floor. The outfit was not Hiei’s taste, but as Kurama pointed out, that was the point.

Kuwabara, however, was very much dressed to Hiei’s liking.

Kuwabara wore no shirt, and harem pants, but golden glitter had been rubbed into his body to accent his attractiveness, and make his alabaster skin, stand out even more. The golden glitter also served to hide identifiable scars, like ones he received in the Dark tournament. It also, with an ingredient added by Kurama, hid Kuwabara’s scent and made him smell different, like earth, spices, and dried flowers.

Nice, but not the Kuwabara smell Hiei liked to press his nose against in the morning.

‘Citris. Sweat. Rain. Honey,’ Hiei thought, Kuwabara glancing at him slightly confused. Hiei smiled at Kuwabara, and continued to appraise Kuwabara’s new looks.

His hair had been brushed clean of all his hair gel, and styled to one side. He had complained when Shizuru shaved one side of his head, but with his curls flopped over to one side, Hiei rather liked the look. Kuwabara did have shoes, though there were shackled at his ankles, with enough of a chain to allow him to walk. The chain was weak enough for Kuwabara to break in an emergency, but passed as a real chain up close. There was a golden collar at his neck as well; that came with a lead shining like a golden thread. It hummed with spiritual energy seemingly to be ominous and something that could control Kuwabara, but that too, was fake. Kuwabara’s wrists were also bound in the fake chains like his ankles, giving Kuwabara the look of a powerful creature that had been captured and tamed.

It was all very convincing.

The only thing for them to do now, was wait and not blow their carefully crafted covers.

Hiei continued his lengthy pets of Kuwabara’s body, sipping his wine, and eying people around the room, when he wasn’t lustily looking at Kuwabara, trying to make Kuwabara blush. Kuwabara was doing surprisingly well right now... but again... Kuwabara was a pretty good actor.

His “death” at the hands of Toguro, had been very (too) convincing back in the day.

Someone glanced by, a finger stuck out to drag over the shoulder of Kuwabara’s smooth skin. Hiei growled in warning, and the finger withdrew, never even touching the human. Hiei sighed, satisfied with that.

It was nice sitting here like this with Kuwabara.

People were giving him glances, eying Hiei’s possession with envy and desire, but no one dared to approach or take it. The growls scared off the ones who thought they could sneak a casual touch, or meet Kuwabara’s eye. This pleased Hiei to no end. He liked their gazes of greed and jealousy, and liked even more that when they looked at him, they lost the will to challenge Hiei for Kuwabara.

This was a fun game, with something even more exciting rested in his arms.

Hiei sincerely hoped Kuwabara’s look would survive long enough, for Hiei to enjoy it in Kuwabara’s bed.

‘Will you stop petting me!’ Kuwabara’s thoughts seethed, hot and angry bubbles in Hiei’s head.

‘No, we’re playing a part remember?’ Hiei thought back pressing his wine glass to Kuwabara’s lips.

Kuwabara flushed, but let Hiei tilt his chin back and feed him a long pull of wine.

‘You’re enjoying this so much,’ Kuwabara grumbled in Hiei’s head.

Kuwabara’s heart had picked up a beat. He was fighting off his own arousal, which was why he was so grumpy, or so Hiei assumed.

‘Yes. As much as you enjoy looking at me,’ Hiei thought back, taking his glass so Kuwabara wouldn’t choke.

Kuwabara coughed anyways, and his pale cheeks flooded with color.

Ahh, there was the blush Hiei wanted to see. He looked around and felt tension leave his shoulders after a quick scan. He didn’t want to share Kuwabara’s blush with anyone else, that was Hiei’s alone.

Hiei longed to bite the color of those cheeks. Gently, and teasingly. He would trail his lips down Kuwabara cheeks, to his throat, and leave those marks he wasn’t supposed to leave, behind in a sloppy trail. And Kuwabara would moan sweetly, and breathily, a sound Hiei liked very much when Kuwabara was making them. And if Hiei trailed his lips down to Kuwabara’s throat, right near where his shoulder and neck met, he would have Kuwabara moaning and offering himself out like a favorite treat.

‘Stop that! Stop thinking those things, I’m getting all the imagery!’ Kuwabara squeaked inside Hiei’s head, his face scarlet, and eyes wide.

Hiei yanked on Kuwabara’s chains, drawing Kuwabara’s hands closer.

‘Don’t resist now, or the chains will break and give us away,’ Hiei thought teasingly as he leaned for Kuwabara.

Kuwabara’s eyes were still wide, though there was an undeniable eager spark shining inside of them.

‘You’re not really going to…’ Kuwabara’s mind murmured wonderingly, and inside Hiei’s head he saw a memory from Kuwabara’s perspective.

It was of their first kiss, a kiss Kuwabara had placed gently on Hiei’s mouth.

Hiei had been angry and refusing to believe Kuwabara’s feelings, and Kuwabara had steeled himself and kissed the shorter man to prove it. Hiei had brandished his sword at Kuwabara, and yet the human still reached for him for a kiss. Chaste and sweet. Hiei had dropped his weapon, hissing with anger, want, and need at the touch. Kuwabara still kissed him, heat pouring from him waves, his lashes wet, but no tears trailing down his cheeks.

His kiss, soft as it was, had been filled with so much want, desire, need, and most of all love, Hiei had been stunned. Stunned enough to accidentally cut Kuwabara.

Hiei’s blade had left a thin cut along Kuwabara’s collarbone, something that was an even smaller scar now. But Kuwabara’s lips had burned and seared into Hiei leaving the demon desperate for more. A sweet kiss to end his loneliness. A promise Hiei had wanted.

It was a good memory.

Hiei chuckled audibly and kissed Kuwabara firmly.

‘I’m going to kiss you, but not so chastely as that first night,’ Hiei thought hands roaming over his lover’s body greedily.

Kuwabara gasped, hands flexing against Hiei's chest, mouth opening to allow Hiei inside. Their tongues met and it became a duel for dominance. Kuwabara relented, but teased Hiei with his mouth, shyly trying to pull away, with a coy look filled his eyes. Kuwabara was trying to tempt him, and damn it all if he wasn’t doing a good job at it.

One of Hiei’s hands was in Kuwabara’s hair, curling into the curls and gripping him by the root. Kuwabara squirmed, intentionally brushing his thigh against Hiei’s groin, feigning innocence, but full of intent.

Hiei could feel the taunt behind the tease.

Kuwabara’s hands dipped low and slipped inside Hiei’s shirt, trailing upwards.

Hiei broke the kiss to laugh in delight. Kuwabara was feeling so bold. If only he could get Kuwabara to be all over him in public like this again.

‘I’m going to be covered in gold body glitter and everyone is going to know what we do together,’ Hiei thought, before biting Kuwabara’s ear. He breathed in it, heard and felt Kuwabar’s shudder; hissed as he heard Kuwabara’s breath hitching.

‘You want them to know?’ Kuwabara wondered back. his thoughts tinged with lust.

Hiei sank his teeth into Kuwabara’s throat, biting but not yet sucking. ‘You think I don’t?’

“You never stay with me after,” Kuwabara whispered audibly, hands shrinking inside of Hiei’s shirt, no longer tracing upwards.

“You humans and your need to confirm everything with words,” Hiei hissed back in Kuwabara’s ear before his tongue suckled against the shell of said appendage.

Gentler, softer, “I would not have allowed you inside me if I didn’t want you as well. I would have slaked my lust in you only, and never looked at you again. I look at you, I watch you, I want you. But I can’t let others see I cherish you... they’ll take you away just to taunt me. They’ll threaten you...” Hiei’s hands stroked Kuwabara’s back, he was no longer paying attention to the mission.

He was not Kuwabara’s master, he was Hiei. A demon who had fallen hopelessly in love with this lumbering fool who smiled sweetly, and made love like a trained courtesan.

‘I want people to know I want you. I want people to know you’re mine. I’m happy. You make me happy. But I do have enemies... enemies we’ll have to share if we’re out in the open.’ Hiei thought.

‘Bring them on!’ Kuwabara thought defiantly.

Kuwabara’s heartbeat was deliciously fast. He pressed himself to Hiei, the large man yearning to swallow Hiei up and absorb him. Hiei wanted to do the same. Considered having him right here and now, Kuwabara was dressed as a slave. No one would stop him. But that was a foul thing indeed, that was happening to real people, people like Mukuro, people that they were trying to save.

And that alone quieted Hiei’s lust. He sighed a little bitterly.

“Master,” Kuwabara said soft and hot in Hiei’s ear, and Hiei’s attention immediately went back up, “Someone is looking at us,”

‘He’s here,’ Kuwabara thought, all business, and warm lustful feelings tucked back inside again.

Hiei sipped his wine and pressed a sincere kiss to Kuwabara’s temple. They needed to have a real talk later, something Hiei wasn’t looking forward to, and yet was. But if it needed to be done to make Kuwabara understand how Hiei felt, then so be it. And if Hiei needed to accept Kuwabara was in this, as his partner... well Hiei would have to learn.

Hiei did not throw anything away that was worth keeping, and what Kuwabara and he had… well that was worth keeping.

Turning his eyes towards Kuwabara’s line of sight, Hiei settled back in the couch, a hand continuing to stroke Kuwabara's bare arm.

And he waited, ready to get this mission under wraps.

There were better things, and a better person he could be doing right now.

End

[bing-fucker]

Some Marvin/Jackie/Jamie/Silver 🅱️lease? For the soul?

You are everything that my heart yearns for, Anon other than for Bing to snuggle with. Anyway! This was inspired by another anon ask I got earlier that I really wanted to do after thinking about it!

Also, I really didn't know what to do with Jameson in this, so he kinda just disappears for the middle and then returns at the end. I also don't know how to write orgies, and I think this might not count as one.

Also, also! Combining this with Marvin's weird 50s housewife fantasy in the skirt fic, I really think that he just has a cheating kink-

Warnings: Orgy (maybe), consensual cheating, improper use of Evard's Black Tentacles. As always, ask me to add any necessary warnings!

Silver had just wanted to spend the day with his boyfriend, if he was honest. They'd both been given the opportunity to have a break, since crime had been really down lately and they were both exhausted. Silver had, mostly, been stuck helping out around the manor. But now he had the chance to spend the day with Jackie. A day that was swiftly interrupted by the arrival of a certain cat-masked magician. Marvin took one look at Silver and Jackie snuggling, scoffed, and declared himself the better boyfriend.

And that was how Silver ended up on the couch, sipping hot cocoa with Jameson Jackson, and watching their boyfriends argue. Silver sighed deeply, carefully chewing on a marshmallow as the argument turned to who was hotter. And now both hero and magician were shirtless. Silver wasn't really complaining, given Jameson and Marvin had seen Jackie shirtless before, but he was a bit shy seeing Marvin shirtless.

"Are they always like this?" Silver asked Jameson, watching hero and magician flex for each other. Jameson nodded in response.

"I am going to go do other things," Jameson said, his slides flickering slightly. "Call me when they finish showing off."

"Will do," Silver said, giving Jameson a thumbs up as the little gentleman left before tuning back into the conversation.

"I am a much better lay than you!" Marvin exclaimed, poking Jackie's chest aggressively.

"Oh, great," Silver muttered.

"Uh, in case you didn't notice!" Jackie replied, aggresively grabbing Marvin's crotch. "I have a bigger dick! I'm definitely the better lay!"

"Psh," Marvin huffed, shoving Jackie away. "I have magic, dumbass! I'm way better! Right, Jamie?" Both Jackie and Marvin turned to Silver and Jameson's now vacated spot. Silver awkwardly sipped his hot cocoa.

"Yeah, uh. He got bored and left," Silver said, looking around a bit awkwardly.

"Then you judge," Jackie said, crossing his arms. Silver choked on his hot cocoa, coughing and setting the mug to the side.

"Excuse me!?" Silver gasped. "I can't!"

"Yeah!" Marvin exclaimed.

"Thank you for agree-"

"I haven't fucked him, he can't tell accurately!"

"Definitely not where I thought that was going."

Jackie looked between the two, grinning. "What, you scared?" he asked, shoving Marvin gently. "Scared you're not good enough?"

"Hey, I'm fucking fantastic," Marvin declared, shoving Jackie back. "I bet you're just scared he'll like me better!"

"Whoa, wait, who said I wanted Marvin to fuck me!?" Silver exclaimed. Marvin and Jackie paused, looking over at Silver.

"Well, do you?" they asked in unison.

"I-" Silver paused, looking at Jackie for advice. The older hero simply gave him his best puppy eyes in response. "Ugh. Fine, I'll judge your dumb competition.

Marvin grinned and strode over to Silver, pulling the small hero to his feet and against his chest. Silver blushed faintly, looking up at Marvin. Marvin winked cheekily to Jackie, snapped his fingers, and then he and Silver disappeared. Silver looked around, quirking an eyebrow.

"Uh... Where are we?" he asked. The room was practically filled with soft pillows, silks hung all over the walls and ceilings, perfumed smoke swirling around. Ultimately, it very much reminded Silver of a stereotypical harem room.

"My bedroom," Marvin purred, spinning Silver around so the younger's back was against his chest. Marvin carefully ran his hands down Silver's body, gently groping at him.

"Y-you live like this?" Silver asked, blushing brightly at the magician's gentle touch.

"Technically, it's a room off of mine," Marvin corrected himself, gently kissing Silver's throat. "Hey, can you protest me marking you? I want to feel like I'm taking something away from Jackie. And call him your husband. Like I said, I want to take something away from him."

"Oh," Silver whispered. He swallowed thickly and gently pushed at Marvin's head. "N-no, don't leave marks! I-I don't want Jackie to know..."

Marvin groaned softly, looking at the door through his eyelashes as Jackie entered, looking annoyed. He roughly bit Silver's throat, sucking a dark mark into where he bit and drawing a moan from Silver. Silver's eyes had fluttered closed at some point and didn't notice Jackie's arrival.

"No, we can't," Silver said. "My husband will notice..."

"I don't care," Marvin said, unbuttoning Silver's shirt slowly. "Trust me, darlin', I'll fuck you better than he ever could~" Marvin gently pushed Silver down onto the large collection of pillows surrounding them, stripping the younger quickly and sucking in a harsh breath.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered, running his hands up one of Silver's long legs. "You're beautiful. No wonder Jackie married you, you're fucking gorgeous~" Silver blushed, shyly watching Marvin kiss all up his legs.

"Wait, wait, no he'll see!" Silver protested, mouth falling open in a moan as Marvin sucked a mark into his inner thigh.

"I know," Marvin purred. "My precious little gem, I want him to see how much better I fuck you~ I want that no good husband of yours to know that he can't satisfy you anymore~"

Silver bit his lip, looking over Marvin's shoulder at Jackie, who was lounging on a settee across the room, clearly watching the pair. Jackie nodded encouragingly at Silver. Silver bit his lip and looked back at Marvin. Marvin grinned up at the younger, spreading Silver's legs and propping them up on his shoulders as he leaned down and teasingly licked around Silver's hole. Silver gasped, gripping the pillows beneath himself and looking away from Marvin.

"He prefers giving oral rather than receiving it," Jackie advised, watching the pair from across the room and slowly palming himself. "If you want to really get him going, occupy his mouth with something."

"That I can do," Marvin purred, pulling away and thinking for a second.

"Sure you wouldn't like some help?"

"Absolutely not," Marvin replied, muttering a small spell. Something long and thick prodded at Silver's mouth. He looked down, a bit shocked at the sight of an ebony tentacle, gasping softly and then moaning as the tentacle forced itself down his throat. Silver sucked eagerly, cock hardening further against his stomach.

Marvin grinned smugly, looking back at Jackie. "He's adorable," he praised, snapping to coat his fingers in lube before pushing two into Silver immediately. "Absolutely precious. I think I like him, Jackie. Maybe I'll keep him. Turn him into my little slut~"

Jackie growled faintly, glaring at Marvin despite how hard his cock already was. Marvin grinned and angled himself so Jackie could see how eagerly Silver's hole took his fingers inside. Jackie groaned softly and pulled his cock out, slowly stroking himself.

"Look at you," Marvin cooed, turning back to Silver and gently pushing two more fingers in. The small hero moaned around the tentacle in his mouth, eyes rolled back slightly. "So desperate and needy~ I'll fuck you better than he ever could, don't you worry." Marvin grinned and pulled his fingers out to lube up his cock, watching Silver moan and clench around nothing for a minute.

Marvin carefully dismissed his spell, wanting to hear Silver fully as he slowly pushed his cock into him. He moaned deeply, grinning when he noticed a faint bruise on Silver's neck, no doubt created by Jackie. He slowly leaned down and placed his mouth around it, hoping Jackie was watching as he erased the sign of Silver being his.

"Please," Silver moaned weakly, gripping Marvin's shoulders tightly. "Please, fuck me."

"Gladly~" Marvin purred, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into Silver and setting a brutal pace. Silver moaned loudly, nails dragging down Marvin's back.

Marvin groaned pressing his forehead against Silver's and practically bending the young hero in half as he fucked him. He could hear Jackie behind them. The man wasn't quietly normally, much less when masturbating. Marvin grinned angling his hips to hit Silver's prostate. Silver moaned loudly, arching his back and practically screaming as he came.

"Hah-" Marvin moaned softly. "Basically untouched. Bet you can't do that, Jackie~"

"Jokes on you," Jackie groaned. "I once got him to cum just from sucking me off~"

"Fuck," Marvin muttered, leaning down and biting Silver's lip harshly as his thrusts stuttered as he came closer to his own edge.

"Marvin, don't you fucking dare cum inside of him," Jackie growled, glaring deeply.

And that was what pushed Marvin over the edge as he thrust deep inside of Silver. The very idea of taking something that belonged to Jackie making him cum, filling the hero beneath him.

"Oopsie," Marvin teased, finally looking back at Silver and gently wiping away his over-stimulated tears.

"Damnit, Marvin," Jack growled, standing and striding over to the two. Marvin pulled out and rolled to the side, laughing at Jackie's outrage and watching the two heroes join together quickly.

Marvin looked over as the door opened again, grinning and lassoing Jameson with magic. Jameson rolled his eyes as Marvin dragged him over and into the magician's lap.

"Have you had your fun?" Jameson asked, looking at Marvin unimpressed.

"You know me, I'm always up for taking what's not mine," Marvin purred, gently groping Jameson. "And what is mine."

"You're a pervert."

"You love me for it."

[yminie]

vaunt (m) | jeon jungkook

pairing: Jungkook x Reader genre/warnings: college/fratboy!jungkook, fratparty!au, smut, porn with bare minimum plot, oral(male and female recieving), unprotected sex(stay safe kids), squirting, creampie, jungkook has a “huge wang”(phrasing by @gimmesumsuga 2k18), all the good stuff y’know. words: 9387 summary: Every weekend Beta Tau throws a ‘little’ party to help students relax and let loose and frat resident Jungkook has a big mouth that talks a lot of big game. You finally get sick of the lack of relaxation on your end and set out to see if he’s all talk.

a/n: I literally thought this up yesterday at 4am after some lazy(unrelated) porn watching so, enjoy!

Even the fifth pass of the vodka bottle around the circle wasn’t building your tolerance to the conversation across from you, but you doubt anything could.

“Wait, it wouldn’t fit?” Jimin leans forward, smacking the younger on the leg with a disbelieving yet bright grin stretching his cheeks.

“My dick literally wouldn’t fit. Yet another girl I’m too big for.” You blink slowly down at the alarmingly fast emptying cup in your hand just before you take another swig, tongue dragging across your lower lip to catch any stray drops.

“Like, too long?” You can’t help but frown in mild disgust as all the boys within the circle shuffle closer to the boy, eyes alight with intrigue.

“Too long and too thick. I really thought Momo would give me a decent run for my money, but no such luck!” Jungkook leans back, legs spread and arms propped behind him against the back of the couch, and the cocky smirk tilting the corners of his lips curves even further as Taehyung whoops and claps a hand against his shoulder.

“Shit man, unlucky! Did you end up getting to finish or was she stingy?” Really? Is this how boys regularly talk about the girls they fuck, or is it specially reserved for parties sat with people that really don’t want to fucking hear about e.g me?

“Nah she was decent, gave a good attempt at blowing me until I convinced her to just sit with her mouth open while I jacked myself. I spent enough time eating her out, she owed me that much.” The boys sat around the cocky youngster all hoot with laughter, owls perched on tree branches, and the ones closest lay into him, hitting him good naturedly while they grin and sneer. Boys are fuckin’ gross.

“Are they for real?” Irene whispers, leaning in close until she’s resting back on your shoulder, and you roll your eyes with a huff, reaching out to snatch the last dregs of the Absolut before Yoongi could get a hold of it, and he quickly fixes you with a squinty glare you shamelessly return, emptying the bottle into your cup.

“That was my fuckin’ shot.” He’s still glaring, but there’s really no venom in his voice. Unless the slurring covers it up.

“I’m sat here listening to your little brother talk absolute shit about whatever monster cock he’s dreamt up, so you owe me a little more than a shot of alcohol.” Irene giggles beside you, head tipped back against your shoulder and almost colliding with your jaw, and Yoongi’s expression lightens to a fuzzy grin.

“Oh, you’re not impressed?” You merely raise an eyebrow, lifting your cup to your lips to drain the last of the too-sweet-too-strong mixed drink before promptly flicking the empty plastic towards him, which he essentially ignores other than a further upturn of his lips.

“I need another drink.” You drag yourself from the couch, Irene in tow, and quickly rehydrate yourself.

When you return, your spots been taken by strangers and the boys have disappeared, but you pay it no mind, simply finding somewhere else to sit as you down another cup; this time in peace.

___________

Same day of the week.

Same stupid frat house.

Same old dingy couch.

Same obnoxiously loud dick talk.

Why do you come to Beta Tau’s again?

Oh yeah, free alcohol.

“So she dislocated her jaw?!” You bury your face into Yoongi’s arm, pawing at his jacket as you groan in disgust. He chuckles, taking another drag from the joint perched between his thumb and forefinger, and simply holds the freshly opened bottle of Absolut towards you. It’s Raspberry this time, sweet enough that one swig burns your nose with sugar, but unfortunately it doesn’t burn your eardrums.

“No, no! She thought she did!” Jimin hiccups as he giggles at the absurdity, correcting Hoseok sharply even as he sways from side to side. “Her jaw cracked or something, right Kook?” “Yeah she worked like the head and stuff in, but when she tried to go further her jaw clicked. Nearly bit my dick off but I pulled out pretty quick.” Jungkook is blasé about the whole memory, sipping smoothly from the red cup Jimin hands him and only scrunching his nose momentarily from the toxicity. Now that’s something to impress – Jimin’s drinks are like ingesting straight poison and it’s baffling how one tiny person can devour so much alcohol and not die. “But you didn’t get to try and fuck her?” Namjoon pitches in, lazed back in a random bean bag off to the side as he occasionally dissociates, and you digress Jimin’s probably mixed him a drink or two tonight. “Nah, she skipped out after that like I spooked her. I honestly don’t think she believed it was going to be that big. The mood was kind of killed afterwards anyway, and I ended up levelling up on Overwatch again that night instead so it’s all good.” Jungkook is sporting the same old cocky grin that makes your stomach roll in disgust, and you continue to ignore just how tightly his leather pants are stretched across his thighs. Fuck, I’m hammered. “Damn, Tzuyu’s a looker too. Fuckin’ shame.” “It’s a shame you lot won’t shut the fuck up.” You wish you had the strength to say it loud enough to be heard, but at this stage you’re just tired. Cheek mushed against Min Yoongi’s shoulder as you wave the smoke from his joint out of your eyes, you simply grunt to yourself just loud enough for only the two people next to you to hear. Irene muffles her giggles with a closed fist over her lips whereas Yoongi lets his dry chuckle loose, coughing slightly when the smoke in his throat gets caught and chokes him a little. The cold glass of heavens escape is still cradled against your chest, and you look up to reply to Jimin’s look of desire with an almost predatory scowl and tightening of your hands around the bottle neck, and he sensibly makes no move to take it from you. Maybe one day you’d be able to get through a frat party without the desperate need for more, more, more alcohol. Until then, no one’s getting between you and these bottles you ‘borrow’ off Yoongi once he’s three or four joints in. Bless his heart. __________ “Have you finally managed to get it in yet, Kook?” Jimin cackles as Jungkook settles beside him on the lounge and the rest of the boys break out into laughter loud enough to have your head aching. I’m so not drunk enough for this. “No.” He whines repulsively and reaches a hand down to brace over his crotch, fingers flexing and moulding to his junk. “Worst fuckin’ blue balls I’ve ever had.” “Who was it now?” You could swear these idiots hadn’t eaten in days with how starved they were for Jungkook’s bullshit gossip, and you roll your eyes so hard you swear you glimpse your brain. “Suzy.” Tongue-in-cheek, Jungkook drops the name of his latest ‘attempted’ conquest to a chorus of gasps and you arch a brow. Boys are dumb. “You’re fuckin’ lying!” “Suzy? You’re joking right?” “Mate, she’s untouchable, how the fuck did you get anywhere near her?” Jungkook leans forward with a shrug, sipping from his cup. “Girls talk man.” “So she did it to see if the rumours are true?” This earns another shrug from Jungkook and the way the boys get more and more excited makes heat boil under your skin. How many more times would you be subjected to this? “Guess so, I didn’t exactly ask her.” “Mate, are her tits as perky in person as they always look in those tight tops?” Jungkook grins against the rim of his cup with a quirk of his brow towards Namjoon and it sends the group into another excited fit. “Fuck! But you couldn’t get it in?” He shakes his head. “When I tried she started to tear up and told me she really, really wanted to, but I was gonna tear her pussy if I went any further. Had to stop.” That’s enough. “Oh my god, you’re so full of shit! Will you lot shut the fuck up already!” The words you’d been thinking pointedly towards Jungkook’s forehead burst forth, and if it weren’t for the heavy bass ringing through the house from the next room you could probably have heard crickets from how silent the circle fell. “You don’t believe him?” Jimin leans forward, a soft pink swell to his cheeks from the alcohol as pure entertainment swims in his eyes. “No. I don’t. And I’m sick of sitting here every week listening to the complete bullshit this kid is coughing up. I can’t believe you lot do believe him.” Like a broken faucet, once you start the words just continue to flow out. “He’s lying! He couldn’t possibly have a dick that big. He only brings it up because of the way you all start to jump up and down and beat your chests like a pack of wild gorillas. It’s, quite frankly, sad to watch. Grow up.” Irene is silent on one side of you while Yoongi is soundlessly vibrating with laughter on your other side. You’re panting for air just a little after your rant, and you turn your gaze to Jungkook to find him even more amused than Jimin. “That sounds like a challenge.” Jimin grins wider, patting Jungkook on the shoulder before pushing him as if motioning to stand, but Jungkook stays sitting, vision locked with yours. “Yes it does.” You lift an eyebrow, chin tilting expectantly. He’s full of shit, absolute nonsense, and you don’t believe him for one second. “Go on then, show me I’m wrong.” You gesture towards his lower half and Jungkook laughs indulgently, chuckles being echoing by his harem of ‘bros’ and you clench your jaw. “Out in the open like this, babe? Now I’ve heard some girls are into that but I’ve yet to meet one.” You can feel your eye twitching slightly at his gall, but you swallow down the annoyance as you continue to wait patiently. “If it stings less to only be caught by one person in your lie, we can head up to your room and you can show just me instead, Kook.” The group sat around him ‘oooh’s’ but you suspect it’s not entirely in your favour. Regardless, you stick to your claim and shuffle yourself towards the edge of the couch cushion below you, propping your chin expectantly into your palm and you rest your elbow against your knee. “What are you getting yourself into?” Irene whispers from beside you, but you ignore her, keeping your eyes on the kid in front of you as he continues to sit in silence until you’re convinced. “Thought so-” “Let’s go.” Jungkook downs the rest of his drink as he stands, throwing the empty cup down before tucking his thumbs into the pockets of his incredibly tight leather jeans – you know the pair far too well by this point. Your brows lift in slight surprise momentarily as the boys roar a cheer around the two of you, but the defiant heat in his eyes has your competitive side humming with the need to be right and you’re standing before you can think twice, tugging your skirt down from where it’s ridden up and flipping your hair back behind you. Jungkook doesn’t move to touch you, doesn’t speak, and offers you no more than a tilt of his head before he’s off, winding slowly between dancing bodies and drunken groups of friends towards the staircase. You ignore his hollaring friends and the way Irene gapes at you, the loss of filter that had enabled you to speak up inevitably still driving you, and you quickly slip through the crowd to follow him up the stairs and into the semi quieter hallway. As he trails down the hall, you stare at the back of his head and think back to the first time you met Jungkook. Something like three or four years ago, barely about to be a high school graduate and a least a foot shorter than he is now. Definitely not as broad or as built as he’s become, and it’s almost hard to put the two together as one person. You’re focusing so hard that you almost don’t realise he’s come to a stop in front of you, and you have to catch yourself on the wall to your right before you fall as you stumble to avoid slamming into him, and you don’t miss the way his cheeks lift in amusement even as he hides his smile. “Last chance, babe. You can turn back now and forget about this, or you keep going and leave my room a changed woman.” You cross your arms, raising your eyebrows in mild shock. “Yeah, are you done?” He shrugs, stubborn smirk still on his face, and you roll your eyes. “Are we going in or what? I’m not here to be glamoured into sleeping with you, I’m literally just here to catch your ass out. Got it?” “Okay, whatever you say.” Jungkook raises his hands in mock defeat, grinning from ear to ear as he finally turns the knob and opens the door. He leads you inside into darkness, closing the door behind the two of you and completely abolishing the last light source and leaving you blind. A hand against your lower back makes you jump and you almost slap the appendage away before you realise he’s guiding you to the bed. You sit, albeit somewhat reluctantly, and moments later a click sound fills the room with a soft golden glow. Jungkook is surprisingly close, only about a foot away, and with the dimness of the room he looks even broader. “Ready?” He regards you with wide grin and you smirk back, crossing your legs as you lean back onto your hands. “You’re really sticking to this aren’t you?” You have to admit, his commitment to the facade is admirable. “Nothing to stick to other than the cold hard truth. You’re really sticking to the idea that I’m lying? Or was this some sort of grand plan to get into my pants? Because I can assure you, all you had to do was ask.” His eyes rake over you, up your legs and pausing over the short hem of your skirt before trailing up towards the dip in your top. One hand comes to rest over his front and his fingers squeeze confidently, massaging himself in front of you. And liar or not, you couldn’t help but feel yourself start to heat up at his actions. “No grand plan, just purely sick of hearing your bullshit when I’m trying to get drunk and relax.” He laughs at this, and you feel your lips quirk slightly, but you hold your composure. “Maybe I can help you relax then?” He raises an eyebrow in question, taking a step closer and tilting his head as he gazes deep into your eyes. His knees are touching yours now, and you know if you look down there’s a decent chance of seeing his stirring erection. “Maybe you can stop procrastinating so I can be on my merry way back downstairs to disappoint all your friends.” You feel a twinge of annoyance when his expression only turns more amused. “Do those girls know you talk about them like that?” “Does it matter?” His hand drops from his crotch to swing gently at his side, and you force your eyes to hold steady locked with his and not move elsewhere. “Those girls talk about me just as savagely, pick me apart. It’s all part of the game, babe, no need to be so concerned.” You’re about to say more when he suddenly shuffles forward, denim grazing the outsides of your thighs and knees pressing into the bed until he’s straddling you, forcing you to uncross your legs. “You came up here for a reason. Should we cut to the chase?” Your mouth is suddenly dry with his proximity, not expecting him to get so close, but Jungkook seems to take no notice as leans even closer and reaches for your hand. “What are you doing?” Your voice shakes slightly, and you clear your throat quickly as you watch him bring your palm closer to the bump at the front of his jeans. “Don’t you want to feel how big it is?” Jungkook’s eyes sparkle in the lamps soft light and he tilts his head just so to watch your expression carefully. You somehow feel quite exposed under his gaze, but your reluctance seems to die on the tip of your tongue as the heat of his body over yours starts to seep into your bones. Jungkook, whilst he is incredibly douchey, somewhat arrogant and entirely too self assured, is still a very handsome young man. And you’re going to continue to blame your raging hormones for the reaction your body is experiencing at the idea of touching him. “I thought you were just going to show me.” His teeth catch his lower lip and he halts the pulling of your hand. “I’m not trying to force you if you’re uncomfortable.” You can’t help but chuckle, discomfort being the furthest thing from your mind. “Don’t tell me you’re still putting it off? You’ve come so far.” His sweet gaze turns deadly, eyes narrowing in to yours, and he releases your hand for a moment to flick open the button of his jeans, dragging the zipper down and hooking his thumbs under the waistband to push the tight fabric down to his thighs. Trim, black briefs come into view and this time you let your eyes drop to follow his movements, abandoned hand still sitting loose in your lap just inches from the sizable bump. “Doesn’t seem like anything special to me.” He’s decent, that much you can easily tell just by the sheer bulk of his front, but the size isn’t quite what you’d call impossible and you relax as you take this into account. “I’m not even hard, you’re not exactly making this easy for me.” Jungkook does it again, reaches down to glide his hand over himself before cupping his balls gently, rolling them in his fingers. “It’d go faster if you helped.” You stare up at him for a moment, contemplating while you chew on the inside of your cheek. Basic stubborn insistence had quickly turned into a sudden want and your mind was so hazy it was hard to comprehend what was a rational though versus what was very, very irrational. But you couldn’t care less even if you tried. Placing your hand in his, you sit up straighter and firmly brace yourself on the one hand propped behind you. Jungkook gives you a once over, tightening his grip on your fingers, before pulling your hand gradually closer until your digits meet the soft skin just above his waistband. Fingers firmly locked around the entirety of your wrist, he mimicked his earlier actions on himself, grazing down the thin cotton of his briefs before curling your palm and moulding his cock against your hand. You can feel the way your eyes visibly widen but you manage to catch your lower lip before it can drop open, and your teeth dig almost painfully into the sensitive skin as he pushed himself further into your palm. The tips of your shaky digits are grazing the swell of his head, and your core throbs when you note he’s already a handful and he really isn’t hard – not that it takes him long. Jungkook grinds against your fingers until you gradually take initiative, spreading them even further to cup around the edge of his balls, and his head rolls back as you give him a firm stroke. His dark gaze returns to you, further shadowed with the way his just parted hair falls down and into his gaze, and you automatically press yourself closer to his warmth, thighs coming together beneath him. You’re so in awe, the way his cock continues to grow under each stroke of your fingers making your mouth water, and just when you think he’s done growing under your touch, you feel him harden and thicken a little more. You briefly think back to past moments you’d bothered to glance between his hips, and you’re astounded at the way he’s managed to hide such a large amount of length and girth in such tight pants. And then thinking back to not ten minutes ago, you grow sheepish, almost embarrassed, over your outburst. He must be able to see the realisation in your eyes, as Jungkook’s grin quickly returns, and he bucks his hips even harder against you with a dangerous roll that has even your own hips flexing against the bed below. His hand lifts to glide over your collarbone until he can push your tee collar to the side and follow the curve of your shoulder. He regards you carefully as he leans closer, the heavy scent of his cologne mixed with a hint of raspberry from the vodka on his tongue and even the musky sweetness of the weed he must’ve sampled at some stage throughout the night, all comes together to make your head spin. Your lips part in a gasp when his own finally graze against the dip in your neck, and your fingers twitch to grasp firmly around his shaft as your head tips back, lashes fluttering. Your fingers don’t even touch wrapped around his girth, and your mouth salivates more at the feeling of just how thick and heavy he is in your palm. You’re still in disbelief at the sheer size of him. “Now do you believe me? Or do you wanna see it properly?” The heat of Jungkook’s breath washes over your skin and leaves goose bumps in his wake, a shiver vibrating up your spine. When his lips press open against the softest spot beneath your ear to allow his tongue a leisurely swipe across your skin, your digits curl into his waistband and the sticky slick of his precum slides across your fingertips as they meet his tip. Jungkook hisses in a gasp and the thick thighs planted either side of your waist tense and hold you momentarily hostage, the rippling muscle beneath the leather rolling against your ribs and making you twitch. You pull your dewy fingers from his cock and start to pull the plain briefs down, eager for a first look at his impressive length, and you surely aren’t disappointed. His shirt slightly raised to just above belly button gives you a glance at honeyed skin stretched firm over generous muscle, and the tops of his thighs are just as delectable, thick and meaty with just enough give when your fingers squeeze in. But all of that aside, you’re immediately drawn to the throbbing, dripping tip of his cock as it’s released from his briefs and slapping against his stomach. The lamp light catches on the streak of moisture the weeping of his length leaves shining on his skin, and you swallow reflexively with the want to clean it up with your tongue. What was it about a cock this big that made you lose all inhibitions and let go of your pride? How did he make you lose control so easily? And why does it feel so good? “So, does it live up to your expectations?” Jungkook’s lips quirk on one side and you jump a little when his teeth nip at your sensitive skin. “I-I-” you’re not quite sure what you’re trying to say, and the huff of breath that escapes him is a throaty chuckle, muffled by your neck. “I think you might owe me an apology. You wanna try and show me how sorry you are?” You’re nodding before you can stop yourself, tongue peeking between your lips to moisten them. Jungkook’s hands fly up to press against your shoulders and before you know it, you’re lain back and he’s shuffling further up over you. Taking a firm hold of your wrists, he pulls them down to your sides as he kneels around them and you automatically lift them to press palms against the dips in the backs of his thighs. His belt buckle clinks as he pulls it from the loops of his jeans and it hits the floor with a thud, Jungkook’s shirt quickly following it, and you soon wish your arms weren’t pinned so you could graze his strawberry pink nipples with your fingernails. The leather of his jeans is pulled so far that you’re thinking it might burst, but he lifts one leg to tug the pants from his body, quickly stripping the other as well, and you’re panting below him, eyes greedily absorbing all the freshly exposed skin. The dim glow coats his skin like honey and a light sheen of sweat from the humidity rising in the room shines in the valley of his chest and right along the curve of his brow. To be quite frank he looks fucking delicious and when his fingers twist behind your neck and into the back of your hair, your nails automatically dig into his skin to form crescent moons. “Open wide for me.” Jungkook creeps a hand down to flick over your lower lip, and you’re tempted to chase the digit with your tongue as you comply, lips parting and mouth opening for him. “Little bit more baby, otherwise I won’t fit.” Your jaw, almost pushed to its limits, gives a sharp ache of complaint when you stretch as far as comfortably possible, and your tongue pools with what can only be described as drool when he wraps his long fingers around himself and thrusts into his fist slowly. A bead of precum builds quickly at his tip before gliding smoothly to the underside of his cock and hanging directly above your mouth. You fix your stare on the tiny dew drop, fingers tightening against his skin and he bites down on his lower lip with a smile at the hunger in your gaze. He knew you wanted it. The head of his cock is like velvet, gliding smoothly across your lower lip, and your tongue lifts immediately to greet him as he presses against your mouth. Jungkook moans gently, fingers tugging slightly as he tilts his hips and presses forward harder, and you stretch your lips until the head of his cock glides in and sits heavy on your tongue. You pull him closer by the hands you slide from his thighs to his ass and you groan as he stretches your mouth wide open. “That’s it, just like that.” Jungkook pants above you, moving his hips slowly as he thrusts into your mouth. Your teeth just miss his length as he pulls back further and pushes in harder, and pleased surprise lights up his eyes as he watches more and more of his cock disappear into your mouth. The first nudge of his head finding your throat has you flinching, fingers squeezing his flesh and lashes fluttering as you try your best not to choke. “I’m impressed, you can take more than most.” The glare you send him would be far more threatening if it weren’t for the tears that bud in your eyes, nose sniffling as you try to keep your breathing even when he fastens his pace. Your hands fly from his ass to his hips and you urge him on, pushing yourself past the comfort barrier and down onto his cock as hard as you can. Jungkook cries out in surprise, head falling back as his hips stutter and both hands are soon buried deep into your hair. He pulls from you quite suddenly, still perched above you, and the glossy slick of your saliva and his precum makes him look even more imposing, cock flushed red and rock hard. You gasp for breath, licking the last of his flavour from your lips as you stare silently up at him, and he only pauses for a moment before his composure breaks. Hands hook under your arms and pluck you easily from the bed, throwing you back to land with your head against the pillows, and you can’t help your squeals of surprise when he immediately tugs you down towards him in the opposite direction, sliding into his stomach and pushing your skirt up your hips as he pulls your knees over his shoulders. He doesn’t bat an eye at your cotton panties, simply hooking his finger beneath and pulling them to the side to expose your dripping core. Jungkook has his mouth on you in seconds, greedy moans leaving his lips as he runs his tongue straight up over your folds and comes to a stop on your clit. Rolling his tongue, he sucks the sensitive nub between his lips and catches the skin between his teeth, and your legs immediately attempt to clamp shut around his neck as you cry out, but they don’t get the chance. He pushes your knees up off his shoulders and close to your chest, keeping his lips tightly in place as he rolls your clit against the backs of his teeth. The sharp bite has you arching up into his efforts, grinding your core harder against his tongue until the tip slips deep inside and you completely freeze up, gasping at the sudden intrusion. Fingers twisting painfully into the sheets beside your head, you start to shake with the intense pleasure, and the way you twitch and whimper under his tongue drives him to double his efforts. “God, Jungkook!” Every gasp for air is immediately stolen from your lungs as he pulls moan after moan from your lips. The way he eats you is messy, but the slick that pools in the cleft of your ass and shines on your inner thighs only turns you on more, and the way his lips look so perfectly kissable whilst covered with your wetness makes you positively weak. “Fuck!” He grunts against the innermost part of your thigh when his fingertip glides over your leaking hole, feeling the way it tightens under the barest of touches echoed in his cock as he shamelessly rolls his hips against the bed. You already seem so tight, so small and ready to be ruined and he hasn’t even put anything in yet. “Please!” The absence of his tongue on your clit makes you ache with the need to release and you quickly find yourself begging, one hand falling down to slip between the strands littering his forehead while the other glides across your chest to wrap around one tight rosebud. “Please fuck me with your fingers!” “That’s right, beg for my fingers baby. Tell me how much you want it.” You whine even louder, uncaring of the risk of getting caught by any party goers as you lift your hips to roll against his mouth. “I want it so bad! W-want you to stretch me out for that massive fucking cock!” Jungkook chuckles gently against your hip where he’s pulling the skin between his lips to lift cherry bruises to the surface, and you burn with a blush when he peeks curiously up at you. “Didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth, baby.” You pout when he doesn’t follow the urging of your hand in his hair to rewrap his tongue around your core.

  “Didn’t take you for such a tease. Thought you wanted me to come up so you could show me that it’s so big it can’t fit inside my pussy.” He nips at your skin a little harder until you yelp but any complaints die on your tongue when he lets a finger graze your entrance, coating it in your slick before slowly easing just the first half inside you. “With a pussy this tight it’s definitely not gonna fit, baby.” His words are muffled as he kisses and licks his way up your body, thumb replacing his tongue and resting just above your clit as he pumps the soaked digit deeper into your walls and once he’s close enough you grab at him, nails finding comfort in the short hairs on his nape as he buries his face into your neck. “Stretch me out then. Get me ready for your cock.” You breathe against his skin, and he shudders with a groan as he finally connects your lips. One finger is easily turned into two and you only give a light gasp in response to the slight stretch. Jungkook curls his fingers now, pressing deep and searching until you buck your hips with a loud cry and press yourself even closer to his chest. Your core starts to tighten, pleasure building and your hips jerk rapidly under his ministrations. The incessant throbbing deep within grows larger and hungrier the harder he grazes against your sweetest spot and soon enough he’s pulling wrecked whimpers from your lips as you buck and grind wildly against his hand. The gush of wetness that signals your orgasm is bordering on excessive, and you can’t help but muffle a scream into the blankets beside your head, recovering from the aftershocks as Jungkook continues to slowly pump his two fingers in and out of your entrance, a third finger grazing just the side of your folds but feeling imposing enough to make your skin burn with nervous excitement. “You want me to stretch you out a little more?” His cock is still there, burning hot and hard as a rock against your hip, and when he pulls the two digits from between your folds to momentarily gaze at the slick coating his hand, a certain heat shining in his eyes, you feel the same heat burning inside your core. “Yes, please!” Fingers glide over your pussy lips before sliding back inside you, and Jungkook is still smirking as he gently presses the third finger to your hole, already coated from your orgasm. It slides in deep along with the others, a delicious burn stretching your entrance but it’s only momentary, the hunger deep within automatically accepting his fingers with the want for even more, and you know you won’t be content until you’ve had his cock – or at least tried to. “Such a good girl.” His praise has you keening, face turning to connect your lips with his until he starts to thrust, pinpointing the tips of his fingers to batter your sensitive walls skilfully, and you quickly bury your face in his neck as you cry out. You’re still so sensitive from your earlier orgasm, and you’re thankful he’s choosing to avoid your clit for the time being. “Please fuck me.” You’re wailing, holding him tightly to you even as you feel yourself start to sweat, skin sticking to skin, and the blood pumping in your veins is like lava. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind, the hand not on your pussy wrapped under your shoulder and cupping the back of your neck as he pulls you just as close. “I’m not gonna fit in your tight little pussy baby, not yet.” Somehow his lips are cool as they press to your flushed skin, pouting softly against your cheek and his teeth nip at your skin as he glides down to your jaw. “I may very well rip you in half if I try.” “I don’t care! I want it! Tear my pussy apart, use me please!” You’re getting close again, all semblance of control over your mouth flying out the window as you curl into him, thighs shaking with the effort of not closing them tight around his wrist. Jungkook doesn’t say anything to that, but presses his tongue onto your skin with a deep growl, and he hovers over you quickly, fingers insistent as he pounds into you and the heel of his palm smacks against your clit with each motion. Forced to release your grip on his hair, you grope desperately for something to dig your nails into and soon locate the pillow above you, fabric groaning with protest as you squeeze it between your fingers. “Cum for me.” The thumb of his free hand is lifted to his lips to greet his tongue before he plants the moistened digit against your clit, rolling the sensitive nub nice and hard as he finger fucks you even faster than before, and you’re seeing stars. “Fuck!” Your orgasm is blinding, and you feel your eyes roll back under your lids as you pull the pillow down and sink your teeth into the cotton. Jungkook yanks the corner down so as to see your face and when you finally open your eyes there are tears pouring from the corners. Your jaw aches from how hard you’re clenching your teeth on the pillow and your fingers complain with tiny pangs of pain when you finally straighten them. You hold the cushion there until you can no longer breathe properly and you finally throw it back to the side only to discover the entirety of your lower half is showered in generous drops of liquid, and your face heats when you note the wetness of the comforter beneath you. “So fucking hot.” Jungkook mumbles, drawing your attention back to him, and his very drenched fingers run through the tiny puddles littering your skin. The idea is dirty, the sticky, wet feeling even more so, but it does nothing to assuage the post coital high that’s sunk into your bones. You shiver under his roaming fingertips, and he grins again as your legs vibrate, hooking his hands under your knees and pulling them over his hips. “Are you gonna fuck me now?” You’re still breathing hard, and you cover his hands with yours when they glide over your hips. “You still want more?” He chuckles, thumbs massaging across the soft dip beneath your navel and you squirm in response, the heat of his cock pressed against the back of your thigh reminding you just how long he is. “I want it all.” You roll your hips up and over his cock, and his grip tightens before falling lax and he meets you with a thrust of his own. “Do you think you can take it?” He’s still self indulgently thrusting his cock against your pussy, the underside of his shaft coated in your wetness. “Why don’t you put it in and see for yourself?” You’re talking big, but you still feel a modicum of nerves at the sheer width of his cock, and already feeling the ache from his fingers having stretched you open, you can only imagine what him even just trying to get inside you is going to feel like. “Careful what you’re asking for.” His hands run from your hips up to the bunching fabric where your skirt sits bundled around your stomach. Pulling it down, he snags your panties in the process and strips you of both smoothly before gliding his fingers up to the hem of your shirt and you arch your back to help him as he lifts it up and over your head. Your bra doesn’t stand a chance and soon you’re completely naked in front of him, such stark contrast to less than a minute ago. “You’re very confident in yourself for someone who apparently never actually gets it inside. Is that why you’re so good at the the foreplay?” Jungkook’s hands freeze on your waist, and you hold your breath for a moment as he stares down at you. The heat reigniting in his eyes makes your insides clench and you know he can feel the way your heart batters inside you chest with his hands on your ribs. “Fuck I hope I get it in, gonna make you shut your smart mouth baby.” Hands flip you and you land on your stomach with a squeak of surprise, and Jungkook is none to gentle about the way he lifts your hips into position. The swipe of his tongue across your core catches you even more by surprise and you moan when he soaks you further with his saliva, fingers spreading the mixture of his mouth and your pussy until you feel it gliding in rivulets down your thighs. Catching the drops, he spits noisily into his palm and the slick noise of his hand pumping his length fills the air. You clench in anticipation and he must see the way your hole flutters because he groans, palm catching the swell of your ass with a wet smack before the first brush of his tip meets your core. You gasp as he presses closer, and even just the tip of him is so thick that you start to doubt whether he’s going to fit. He runs the head of his cock up to swirl in your wetness, and you feel your hole release another little gush of moisture as he brushes past your clit. The hand not guiding his cock cups your left ass cheek and pulls it aside to get a clear view of your entrance and he squeezes your flesh with a hiss. “So tight and wet. Can’t wait to fucking wreck you.” You feel the burn before you notice the increase in pressure, and you bury your face in the comforter as he pushes against your entrance. You can feel the way his stickiness mixes with your wet slick and the velvet feel of him brushing against you makes you tighten even further. “Deep breath baby, relax for me.” You do as he says, breathing deeply and focusing on nothing else for a minute, and the slight pop of his tip pushing into your core catches you off guard, and you immediately clench around him, and he swears loudly into your back. “Fuck, holy fuck you’re so tight.” An odd sense of pride is swimming in your blood at just how shaky his voice is, and once again you’re reminded of the things you’d heard him say about the other girls. When was the last time he felt a pussy wrapped around his cock? “Oh my god.” You whimper as he presses forward with an involuntary push of his hips and his fingers glide down your spine as he shushes you gently, ignoring the way even he is out of breath and shaking. The burn continues as he presses forward even more, and you can’t help but lift a hand to hold his hip back from going any further as you gasp for breath. The swell of his shaft just below his tip is the thickest part and you’re being pushed way past your limit. You can feel the heat of his breath on your back and he rests his forehead against your shoulder blade, a gentle kiss following. As the pain starts to dull you carefully draw back before sinking down again, and you can feel the way Jungkook’s hands are shaking from holding himself back. Pleasure blooms along with the burn the next time you sink back, the tip of his cock brushing a particularly sensitive spot inside you, and you cry out, nails digging deep into his skin. “How are you so fucking big, oh my god Jungkook.” He laughs a little, kissing your skin again before finally sitting up to watch the way you stretch around his shaft, a thick rivulet of slick dripping down from where the two of you are joined, and he moans breathlessly. “You feel so good, baby.” You moan right back as you swivel your hips, slowly sinking further down his length and each inch you work inside yourself has his fingers tightening and breathing coming faster. But even now you’ve still got at least two inches to go and you’re not sure if you’ll make it all the way, surprised you’d even gotten him inside to begin with. “I can’t believe that fucking thing is going inside me right now.” Jungkook’s hips surge forward and he sinks another inch before hitting your cervix and you arch your back at the sharp spike of pleasure and pain that takes over your body. “J-Jung-ah!” One thrust turns into two and soon enough Jungkook is smoothly gliding in and out of your core, and you can do nothing other than lay with your face buried into the comforter while you bundle the fabric in tightly closed fists. He draws back until just the swell of his head is stretching your hole before sinking back in with a fatal roll of his hips. “So tight, so fucking good baby.” You can hear the strain in his voice, and he gives a slightly higher pitched moan in response to the way you tighten around him. “Your pussy looks so good stuffed full with my cock, does it feel good? Huh?” “Y-Yes!” You sob, the bite of pain as he slams into you as deep as he can only sweetens the pleasure of his tip finding your gspot and tears spring in your eyes as you feel your legs start to shake with every pound. “F-feels so g-good!” “Not talking so much shit now, huh?” His blunt nails bite into the cushiony flesh of your ass before his hand rears back and another smack lights up your skin nice and pink, and you know he can feel that way your walls flutter with every hit. “In fact I think you’re so drunk for my cock you won’t even be able to think up one of your silly insults.” “Ha-ah!” Your cheeks blush pinker than your ass and you try hard to formulate a response but he’s so right. The only thing you can focus on is the delectable way the mix of his precum and your wetness is gradually tickling its way down your inner thighs and the wet smack his balls make on your clit with each stroke. You’ve never been pushed this far, never been filled so good, and you’re starting to feel lightheaded with the sheer amount of conflicting feelings battering your body. “Pussy is so greedy it’s sucking me back in every time I pull out. Are you this hungry for every cock you take?” Jungkook decorates his words with extra deep thrusts and your legs start to give out beneath you, shaking and sliding on the comforter, but he holds you steady regardless. When you don’t answer he creeps a hand between your thighs and lands a decent smack over your clit and you buckle and fall instantly. “Answer me!” “Ah! N-No, only yours! Only your cock!” He lets you flatten over the mattress, following you down easily and planting his hands beside your shoulders. You can feel moisture dripping onto your back, sweat from somewhere on his body, and your tongue starts to crave the salt that’s collecting on his skin. His thighs hold your legs open as he fucks you even harder into the comforter and now you’re well and truly devouring the fabric in an attempt not to scream out loud. “Only my cock?” You mewl a yes and, feeling his breath on the back of your neck, turn your head in an attempt to kiss him, but the way he has you pressed down under the weight of his thrusts makes it impossible. Seeing your struggle, he grinds deep into you for a moment before pulling away, and when his cock slips from your hole a surge of wetness follows him. Gripping your hips again he pulls your tired frame from the bed and up onto your knees again, assisting you to turn over onto your back, and when you’re finally relaxed with your knees hooked up around his waist he covers you with his body and kisses you hard and deep. His tongue glides along yours, sharing the faint taste of your flavour that still lingers in his mouth, and you’re sure he can taste himself as well. Your arms are numb but you lift them anyway, hooking around his neck and holding him to you as he presses fully against you and you love the way his skin slides against yours, sticky and smooth all at once. You can taste the sweat on his upper lip and you follow the flavour down his cheek and under his jaw, lips and tongue sucking hard when he jerks at a particularly sensitive spot, and you can feel the way his neck vibrates when he moans deep. When you release his neck, kissing the bruise you leave behind, you lock eyes with him and your lips part to moan as he slips a couple fingers over your core to test your wetness. “Still so drenched. All for me?” “All for you.” You whisper the words, dry throat protesting while you swallow numbly and Jungkook presses pouted lips to your just for a second and he lines himself back up to your entrance and surges forward again. The second breach of your walls is naturally far easier than before, but the change in position means the way his cock is curved lets his tip hammer straight into your gspot, and you’re instantly arched up and moaning as he thrusts again and again. “F-Fuck yes, right there baby!” You don’t notice that you’re pulling on his hair but he loves it anyway, forearms pressed on either side of your head as he tangles his fingers into your hair and slides his tongue across your parted lower lip. “Right here?” His extra hard roll of his hips against your spot has your nails digging into his shoulders as you gasp for air, and you nod weakly, broken moans escaping as your brows furrow and he knows you’re about to cum again. All for him. “Cum for me baby – will you squirt for me again? I love it when we’re covered in your cum, dirty girl.” You sob, teeth clamping down on your lower lip as tears pour from your eyes, and you can feel your walls tighten with release, and a strong pressure deep inside. “There it is baby.” The first wave of your orgasm hits and your eyes roll back, thighs squeezing him tight, but when you think he’s going to continue to fuck you through it, he pulls out instead and uses the thick head of his cock to rub messily at your clit, and then you feel it. Little drops of release shower over the two of you, and each wave of your orgasm becomes more and more intense as you continue to cum, drenching the both of you and the bed without pause. He only stops when you reach down and grab the hand holding his cock, and you pant for air as your thighs lift and press together, shaking violently. He’s biting his lip, smile tilting the corners of his mouth, and he helps you hold your legs together while you catch your breath, fingers stroking your skin softly. “You good?” You nod, swallowing thickly as the blood rushing between your ears calms and the feeling returns to your fingers and toes, letting your thighs fall open once more. Jungkook immediately leans down to capture your lips, shaft pressing against your folds and soothing the ache in your walls with the pure heat radiating off of his cock. He’s still leaking profusely, precum puddling just below your navel where his head nudges your skin, and you take pity on him, having held himself back to ensure your pleasure. Breaking away from his lips, you let one hand drop to stroke over his cock, and he releases a shuddered breath into your mouth, humming a moan against your cheek when you lift your hips to stroke his tip against your entrance one more time. “Cum in me?” The jerk of his hips as his eyes shoot open in surprise pushes his tip just past your folds and into your heat, and when he pulls back to look at you he’s forced to hold back a moan at the pure unadulterated pleasure on your face. “Oh, fuck yes!” You brace yourself, hands pressed against his chest, as he presses harder and further into your pussy. The stretch is a little tighter, evidence of your recent orgasm, but the lingering wet mess leaves no room for resistance and he slides right in. “I won’t last long.” Voice tight, Jungkook starts to thrust, and the smooth velvet of your walls gliding around his sensitive tip has fire burning in his blood. No longer needing to hold back his orgasm, he relaxes into you, lips caressing your neck and chest pressed against yours, feeling the pebbles of your nipples graze across his skin with every thrust. If he’s honest with himself, he’s wanted you for a long time, and you look even better laid out beneath him like this than he ever could have imagined, your hair fanned out so prettily on his bed and your lips cherry red from the kisses you’ve shared. You pull him even closer as his breath starts to come quicker, hips moving a little clumsy and his fingers tightening in the blanket beside your head, and he swells even more inside you, throbbing as he gets closer and closer to release. With one last burst of energy, Jungkook rears back onto his knees, hands planting on your waist, and speeds up until the only sound either of you can hear is the loud smacking of his hips meeting your ass. Your lashes flutter, core tightening slightly at the discomfort of overstimulation, but it’s all worth it to watch the way his eyes roll back and his lips pout in concentration. He cums surprisingly noisily; sharp, high moans hitched with gasps of pleasure, and you moan in reply as he fucks the first pump of his seed deep inside your core. “Fuck, baby.” He pats your ass as he leans forward to catch your lips, twitching with the last drops of his cum leaking slowly out of your core, before slumping forward to cover your body with his own. You stay there for a moment, enjoying the heat of his body even as the discomfort starts to sink in and the moisture on your skin quickly turns sticky and gross. Jungkook continues to lay over you, relaxing even further to make you grunt under his weight, and you groan when you feel him chuckle, amused by the way you wriggle under him. “Told you it was big.” You snort, punching his side and he dissolves even further into laughter. “Get the fuck off me or I’ll tell everyone the opposite you fuckin’ weeb.” He chuckles, rolling off to the side and finally letting you breathe. You sigh in relief, turning towards him and pulling a pillow down to rest your head upon. “You don’t want people thinking your boyfriend has a little dick, right?” You can’t help but stare at him in shock, eyes wide as you freeze and roll his words over in your mind. “What?” Heat least has the audacity to look sheepish, averting his gaze from you to scratch at the back of his neck. “Y’know… We’ve known each other for ages, and I think you’re great.” You start to relax back onto the bed, a small smile spreading across your face. He’s really quite cute when he gets flustered. “I mean only if you want to, I just thought maybe we could hang out or-” “Jungkook are you… trying to ask me out?” He looks back at you, calming slightly when he notices the smile on your face, and you grin harder when he nods slowly. “You’re such a dork.” Rolling closer, you hook an arm around his neck and pull him closer to plant your lips hard on his, and he makes a noise of surprise before returning your embrace and holding you close with an arm around your waist. “You better stop your shit talking at parties or I’m dropping your nerd ass so quick.” He laughs against your lips, nodding, and you lay your head against his chest, relaxing as his fingers glide up and down your spine, the noise of the party fading into the background.

[brandnewwingz]

Will you write more omega!Hide with his harem of alphas? I just found that heartbreaking au today and I'm already addicted ❤ it's so good!

Thank you for reading!

Ken = OS Kaneki

Kaneki = Black Reaper Kaneki

Summary: Hide is sick and Ken decides to take care of the omega.

Hide comes home late from work. The others should be asleepby now, so they luckily won’t have to deal with Hide. He struggles to get histie off and slings it onto the recliner. The omega feels hot. Extremely hot. It’snot his heat, thankfully, but that still doesn’t change the problem at hand. Thismorning Hide woke up with a small headache and sore eyes. His skin felt alittle clammy, but it was nothing a hot shower couldn’t fix. Hide chalked it upto a hangover. Last night, Ken made it his mission that they all celebrate Hidegetting a new job at a music store, thus Hide ended up becoming a bit drunk.Hide will admit that he felt a bit off last night as well but disregarded it asnothing. Now, Hide regrets doing so.

He undoubtedly has a fever and is sweating bullets. Hisstomach feels like its perpetually twisting in knots and doing leaps. Hide’s throatis sore from all the coughing and it’s made eating and drinking a bit painfulto do. When Hide sheds his shirt, it feels soaked from sweat. He tosses saidshirt on the floor. His head is pounding, and his vision is getting blurry asthe seconds pass. Hide can feel his legs wobble. The strength in them is fadingfast. If he can just make it to the couch, he’d be fine.

But things are never that easy, are they?

Hide hardly recognizes the sound of footsteps coming towardshim.

“Hide, that you?” A deep voice asks. “Welcome home. Youshould’ve called me or one of the others to come pick you up.”

Hide jumps and spins around. Regret fills Hide’s mind aswhatever vision he has left goes away. The omega’s legs buckle beneath him.

“Oy! Hide! What’s wrong!?” A far away voice is calling tohim. Hide faintly feels tense muscles crashing against his body instead ofhitting the ground. “It’s okay. I’ve got you, Hide.”

The blond would respond but there’s not enough strength inhim to do so.

He passes out.

“No…I…’ve…ou…..hef…” Broken words enter Hide’s ears as heslowly comes to. He feels like he’s been run over by a train followed by a bulldozer.Shit is the best choice of word to use. Hide feels like shit.

“I said I can take care of him myself.” Ken’s voice growls.Hide smells the protective scent of an alpha. There’s a dip beside Hide’s body onthe bed. Ken is lying beside the omega.

“And I don’t doubt that, but I want to help him too.” Haise’svoice sounds close by.

“You helped him when you let him leave for work today. Itold you something was off about him.” Ken grumbles.

Hide feels a hand carding through his hair. Something wet istaken off of his forehead and being replaced by a cool, wet material. Hide makesa satisfied noise at the relief the object was giving him. Lips press againstHide’s cheeks from both sides. His alphas are here and ready to cater to hisevery need.

“Don’t even go there with me, Ken.” Haise’s voice soundslower so not to disturb Hide’s rest. “I asked him multiple times if he was okayand each time he said he was. I trusted him to know his limits.”

“Well you shouldn’t have. Hide’s never been the best attaking care of his own health. That’s Hide rule number one.” Ken says.

Hide can hear himself breathing. It’s heavy with a hint of laborious.The omega can imagine that his face is flushed.

“You should be getting onto Hide instead of me.” Haiseclicks his tongue.

“Oh, don’t you worry. I definitely am. I’m going to kick hisass for shaving twenty years off my life.” Ken promises. It takes everythingHide has not to shudder.

There’s a long pause between them. They’re probablyconversing through stares like they sometimes do. Whatever they disclose toeach other makes Haise sigh in defeat.

“Fine but come get me if you need help.” Haise’s footstepshead towards the door.

“I can finally have some bonding time with my little pup.Don’t wait up.” Ken teases. This earns the alpha a huff and the door closes. There’sa beat of silence. “He’s gone, Hide, you can open your eyes.”

Hide’s eyes snap open.

“How did you?” Hide’s blushing, making his face even morered.

“I’m the leader of a notorious gang. You think some amateurcan fool me? You’ll have to try harder than that, sweetie.” Ken smirks at Hide’spout.

“You-ah!” Hide yelps when Ken flicks him in the forehead.

“Baby boy don’t think that just because you’re sick I’mgoing to let you off the hook. I’m not that nice of a man.” A rumble comes fromKen’s chest. A growl.

Hide rubs his forehead and shrinks into the covers. Maybe ifhe submits, Ken will leave him alone?

“Oh no you don’t.” Ken says and pulls Hide up to hisprevious spot. “Now explain. Why did you think it was such a good idea to go towork feeling like shit?”

“I was and am still fine.” Hide tries.

“I’m not sure if you’re testing me or making a joke. Youhonestly think I’ll believe that after what happened a few hours ago? Tryagain.”

“I am-“ Hide’s words get stuck in his throat when Ken rolls ontop of the omega and hovers there. Nose to nose with the blond. Ken’s eyesgazing into Hide’s. The alpha is resting his weight on his arms that are bracedon either side of Hide’s head.

“Say that again. Tell me you’re fine, one more time.” Ken’sscent is issuing a warning. Hide’s face feels hot and not from the fever. He’snever experienced Ken so intensely before. This is a very strong alpha.Stronger than the others. He’s killed people. He’s ordered people to killothers. If he wanted to, Ken could end Hide. This is also the same alpha Hidegrew up idolizing. Ken has always taken care of Hide, and it’s still the sameeven now. Maybe not the idolizing part, though.

“I…uh…I’m…” Hide’s voice trails off. Ken leans forward and drylips kiss Hide’s forehead. The omega barely has time to register this before thoselips disappear. Hide can’t help but feel disappointed.

“One hundred one degrees.” Ken states.

“What?” Hide says a bit dazed.

“That’s your temperature. Your fever isn’t something tobrush off as nothing.”

“You got that exact temperature from kissing my forehead?”Hide asks.

‘What can I say? I’m good.” Ken wags his brows to implysomething else. Hide rolls his eyes and curses. That was a bad idea. “Okay, sono more eye rolling.”

“You think?” Hide groans. “It’s like the whole world isspinning.”

“Do you want anything? Water? Blanket? Snuggle bug?” Kenasks.

“Snuggle bug?” Hide arches a brow.

“I hear omegas get better sooner when snuggling with theiralpha. I think it’s because of their scents and stuff. It relaxes them andmakes sleeping easier.” Ken has a huge grin.

“Uh-huh. Right. And what makes you think that you’re myalpha, let alone that I’d feel better snuggling with you?” Hide challenges. Hisvoice sounds awful but it’s not hard to hear the sass.

“Just a feeling.” Ken says. It’s then that Hide realizesthat Ken is still on top of him.

“Get off of me.” Hide grunts, shoving Ken back. He hatesthat there’s a playful glint in Ken’s eyes. The omega has given chase to aninterested alpha.

Ken crawls down before letting himself lay on Hide. His fullweight is pressing down on the omega, still careful of Hide being sick. Arms wraparound the blond, and the alpha nuzzles his face into Hide’s stomach.

“Get off you overgrown mutt!” Hide complains.

“No. This is your punishment for going out while you weresick.” Ken says and makes himself more comfortable on Hide.

“You’re so annoying.” Hide groans and looks up at theceiling.

“Seriously.” Hide looks down at Ken when the alpha’s voicebecomes serious. “Don’t ever scare me like that again. I can’t stand thethought of something happening to you. Tell me when you feel horrible like this,so I can take care of you – so I can help.”

“Ken…”

“Promise me.” Ken’s voice is borderline desperate. His eyes boringinto Hide’s.

“I promise.” Ken lets out a sigh of relief once he’s surethat Hide will uphold his promise.

“You’re horrible for my health.” He mutters.

“I try.” Hide says.

Hide runs his fingers through the alpha’s hair. It’s sosoft. Ken approves of the action with a gentle hum. He buries his face backinto the omega’s stomach and the scent in the room becomes one of comfort andsafety. Ken won’t let anyone, or anything hurt Hide while he rests. The omegacan’t help but relax at that security and love.

The heat from Ken’s body is soaked up by Hide. The omega canfeel Ken’s fingers drawing patterns in the small of his back.

“Kaneki ran out to get medicine and will be back any minutenow. Go ahead and get some rest anyways. You need every bit of it.” Ken murmursinto Hide’s stomach.

“But-“

“I’ll be here when you wake up. I know you sometimes getnightmares when you have fevers. I’m not going anywhere.” Ken promises.

“Thank you…” Hide smiles sweetly and makes himself comfortable.Ken allows Hide to adjust around before laying back on him, face in stomach.

Fatigue captures Hide soon after. Perhaps Ken’s tale ofomegas feeling better with their alphas isn’t so farfetched after all. Hidewill never admit that though.

That the tale is true.

That Hide is accepting Ken as his alpha.

[jonsa-creatives]

I Dream of Jonnie

Jonsa Summer Challenge - Day 5 - Firsts or Dreams

Submitted by @lathwell55​

Sansa coughed and spluttered as she screwed her eyes shut tight against the swirling puffs of dust coming off of the old brassware. The trinket she was polishing had been part of a lot that Sansa bought at auction meant for her vintage tea rooms. Utterly charmed by the collection of fine bone china with dainty floral decal that made up part of the mismatched lot, Sansa remembers the elation of being declared the highest bidder at auction as she excitedly waved her little paddle with her dedicated number on. 

Having long ago integrated the little teacups, saucers, sugar bowls and teapots to her vast collection in use at Lemontree Tea Rooms, now her attention had been turned to the sad looking box of odd and ends that came with her prized china. Thinking she might fetch a fair price for it on ebay, with her little pot of polish and a rag, Sansa had set to work on a brass oil lamp. That was when a sudden outpouring of black dust began to come spewing out of the funnel, the lamp itself grew unbearably hot and was suddenly no longer within her grasp, as if the object had leapt from her hands.

The dust cloud grew and grew, it became so large that Sansa wondered how on earth all that dust could have possibly fit inside the little oil lamp? The deep dark colour of the mist brought with it a rapid panic as Sansa’s lounge was quickly engulfed in black. And then, quite suddenly, the cloud receded as if being swallowed and sucked back into the piece of brass laid on the floor. Sansa continued to cough into her fist, her eyes screwed shut and her other hand waving about wildly at a fog that was no longer there.  

“What the fuck was that all about?” She muttered to herself.

“Sorry about that - it’s been a while” came an unexpected male voice.

Sansa’s eyes flew open and she let loose a scream.

“No! No! No! Shit!” The dark haired intruder flustered as he waved his arms about “I’m not…I’m not here to hurt you” he winced through her screaming. Sansa rose from her seat on the couch and began backing away, her chest heaving from fright and the exertion form her scream, she picked up the nearest object to hand - which happened to be a magazine - she rolled it up in her hands whilst continuing to back away from the intruder.

The man’s eyebrows raised and he smirked as his hands stayed in their surrendering pose. “Are you gonna swat me like a fly milady?” He asked in amusement.

“Who are you?! What are you doing here?!” Sansa shouted, waving the rolled up magazine wildly about.

“Calm down, I-”

“Calm down? CALM DOWN?! A STRANGE MAN IS IN MY FLAT AND-”

The man had snapped his fingers and just like that, Sansa’s voice was gone. Her mouth was moving, but no noise was escaping. She clutched her throat and then rounded on the stranger with the magazine again, mouthing her silent words ‘what have you done to my voice!?’

“Sorry about that” he said as he started looking around her lounge before walking over to her bookshelf and starting to stroke the book spines and picking up her ornaments and framed photos for his curious inspection. “Your shrieking wasn’t helping.”

Sansa threw her arms up in exasperation. She then folded them over her chest and watched him as he assessed her decor and nick-knacks. He was dressed rather oddly for a thief - he had smart, black, quite high-waisted suit trousers on that looked as if they had been starched and pressed within an inch of their life, he wore a pristine crisp white shirt, topped off with braces and a bowtie. His jet back hair had far too much hair gel in it and was slicked to a side parting.  

“Look, I’m not here to hurt you, or steal from you or anything like that” the man turned to face her, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his feet - that were encased in the shiniest shoes Sansa had ever seen. “I’m here to help you actually.”

Sansa stared blankly at the man, hoping all would start to make sense very soon.

“That lamp” he inclined his head towards the piece of brass on her rug “you rubbed it didn’t you?” Sansa nodded. The man started making a rolling gesture with both hands, as if he was urging her thoughts to connect the dots more quickly. Sansa unfolded her arms. Her mouth hung open. She mouthed the words ‘you’re a fucking genie?!’ “Jon” the man says, taking a few long strides and offering his hand. Sansa stares at it blankly.

“If I give you your voice back, do you promise not to scream?”

Sansa gives one sharp nod, Jon clicks his fingers.

“Why are you dressed like that?” She asks. The man looks down at his clothes and then back to her, assessing what she’s wearing - and letting his eyes linger a little too long in certain areas, making her pull her dressing gown together to cover her little camisole top and sleep shorts. Jon clears his throat, somehow making it sound like an apology. “Where are your harem pants and little jacket thingy?”

“Ahh yes, the traditional genie attire - always hated that get-up” Jon scoffs. “What year is it anyway?” he asks, snatching the rolled up magazine from Sansa’s hand.

“2017″

Sansa watches him curiously as he’s flicking through the pages. He nods to himself at some of the photos, clicks his finger and all of a sudden, he’s in tight grey jeans, boots, a black henley and his hair is tied neatly at the back of his head in a ‘man-bun’.

“Wow” Sansa breathes before cursing her slip. Jon grins back at her. 

“Thanks! I haven’t been out of that sodding thing since 1926! Feels good to stretch the ol’ magical muscles, so to speak”

“This isn’t real” she whispers to herself in disbelief. “You’re a genie? A real-life magical genie?”

“Yep.”

“So…do I get-?”

“Three wishes? Indeed you do…what’ll it be?”

Three weeks. Three weeks and Jon’s new Wish Master had not chosen one wish yet. Not that he was complaining. Sansa Stark was by far the most attractive Master he’d ever had - and once she had begun to relax around him more (letting him at least sleep in her guest bedroom instead of back in his lamp that she would then lock in her safety deposit box overnight) Jon came to realise that she was also the sweetest Master he’d ever worked for too. He wished he could stay as her genie forever.

But he knew Sansa wasn’t hanging on to her wishes through want of his prolonged company. No, she was just one of those. One of those people who like to plan - like to make sure that the decisions they make are the right ones. She was simply taking her time. And then, once he grants her third and final wish, he’ll be sucked back into that infernal lump of brass once more until some other unsuspecting person rubs his lamp and he has a new Wish Master. And on and on it will go.

Jon rakes his fingers through his hair and sighs at the thought of moving on from Sansa.

“What’s wrong?” 

“Oh nothing” he reassures with a false smile. She doesn’t buy it.

“Want some?” Sansa asks, pointing her spoon loaded with mint choc-chip ice cream at him “it always cheers me up.”

Jon concedes and grabs the spoon, wrapping his mouth around the pale green icy cold substance as Sansa watches the movement.

“Oh this is good” he says, slightly surprised before licking the remnants from the spoon and digging it back into the tub in Sansa’s hand to retrieve more.

“Uh-huh” she says, looking a little dazed. Shaking her head she furrows her brows “do you even need to eat?”

“No, not really…doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate some good flavours though. I like tasting things.”

“Uh-huh” she repeats, her gaze still intent on his mouth. 

“What is it?…Have I got something on my face?” Jon asks self-consciously, licking all around his lips.

“NO! NO!..err.. I mean -” Sansa averts her eyes and clears her throat before carrying on in a calmer tone “no…you’re good” she nods. Jon shrugs.

“So you thought any more about your wishes?”

“Uh!” Sansa flops down onto the bar stool at her kitchen island “it’s just so hard to decide!…what do people normally wish for?”

“Well” Jon starts, taking a seat on the other stool “after they stop trying to get me to grant the un-grantables they-”

“The un-grantables?”

“Yeah…you know, wishing for more wishes, bringing people back from the dead, making someone fall in love with you etc etc” Jon rattled off.

“Oh yeah…those.”

“Yeah, so after they try me with the un-grantables, I get a lot of ‘I wish I was rich’, ‘I wish I was famous’, ‘I wish I had a massive dick’.”

Sansa failed to contain a coughing fit, causing Jon to lean over and gently pat her back. She waved him off “Wow…umm…you get a lot of that?”

“Yeah….I dunno…it seems important to human men” Jon shrugs “..at least important enough to waste a wish on.”

“You consider that a waste?” Sansa asked, swiping the spoon back from her genie and hiding her curious expression by pretending to be far too interested in the remaining ice cream in the tub.

“Well I wouldn’t really know as I’ve never-”

“You’re a virgin?! You’re….what was it?….2500 years old and you’re a virgin?!”

“2431 years old actually” Jon corrects with a roll of his eyes “and it would be pretty hard for me to….you know…since I don’t even have a-”

Jon trails off, waving his hand in the general direction of his crotch. Sansa’s mouth falls open. “You don’t have a-….Why not? What do you have?” she asks, staring at the juncture of his legs.

“I’m a genie Sansa, not a human…there’s just nothing there.”

“Like a Ken doll?!”

Jon laughs and scrubs at the back of his neck. “yeah…like a Ken doll.”

“How do genies… procreate?”

“We don’t” he shrugs “We were made with magic, back when it was stronger in the world….there were about 10 of us in all and we’ve just….existed….a lot of our time is spent between Masters…there’s less of us now of course….I heard Theon’s lamp got buried in an as yet undiscovered Egyptian tomb…so I guess he’s just waiting for some archaeologist to unearth him….then I heard Val got lucky and managed to get her final Master to wish her to become human.”

“Is that what you want? To be human?” 

“I’d just like to be free” Jon shrugged, swiping back the ice cream and spoon.

Sansa studied him before making up her mind. “I’ll wish you were human…if that’s what you want?”

Jon’s breathing slowed and his hand holding the spoon stilled. His heart raced as he slowly brought his eyes to meet Sansa’s. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’ll do it” She takes a deep inhaling breath, looking like she is about to declare the words - her wish that is also his. 

“Wait! What about your other two wishes? Once I’m human, I won’t be able to grant you anything.”

“You can’t give me what I really want anyway” Sansa says, in a small voice, staring unseeing at a fixed point over Jon’s shoulder.

“And what’s that?” he asks gently.

“To love someone, and have them love me back. Truly, unconditionally…..you can’t grant me that.” 

There’s a story or two behind the sadness in her eyes - this much Jon knows. Maybe she’ll tell him those stories, maybe she won’t, but she is wrong about one thing. “I could.” Jon declares softly. “I think I’m already half in love with you already…” he explains after seeing the confused look on her face.

Sansa scans his features for any falsity or mocking, her own expression softening slightly when she finds none. 

“But you’ve only known me for two weeks.”

“Three.”

“Yes - because that extra week makes all the difference” Sansa responds sarcastically. Jon rolls his eyes and huffs before taking the spoon and ice cream from her and setting it down on the kitchen island so that he is able to scoop up her hands in his.

“There is other magic in this world besides genie magic Sansa….I’d like to share it with you…if you want me to?”

“I…” she stutters, taking a gulp and watching the way Jon’s thumbs sweep softly across her knuckles “I think I’d like that.”

Bringing her hands up to his lips, Jon places a gentle kiss on her skin and gives her an encouraging smile. “Your other two wishes then?…what will it be my love?”

Sansa’s eyes start to scan her kitchen, as if it might hold some helpful clues. She frowns when she spies the tub of mint choc-chip. “More ice cream”.

“Seriously?”

Sansa nods enthusiastically.

“Alright” Jon shrugs. He snaps his fingers and three extra tubs of ice cream appear on the island counter. Sansa grabs her spoon and tears open one of the new tubs, closing her eyes and letting out a little groan of relish as the spoon slips out of her lips. Jon watches her intently, making her blush a little.

“Will…umm….once you’re human….you’ll have….all the human parts?”

“Err….yes…I guess I will.” Jon says, his own cheeks turning a bit pink in turn.

“Ok” Sansa says, licking her spoon clean and placing it down on the counter-top “for my second wish…..I wish for…condoms.” Jon’s eyes widen. He gulps and clicks his fingers. His eyes never leave her as there’s suddenly a literal shower of shiny square packets. They instantly drop everywhere - piled on the counter-tops, all over the floor and even in the sink. There must be hundreds. Sansa lets out a bark of laughter. “Plan on being busy do we?”

“Better safe than sorry.” he grins.

Sansa picks out a foil packet that has somehow managed to wind up in her hair, she raises her brows as she’s scrutinising the writing on it. “XXL huh?”

“Apparently size is important.”

Sansa giggles prettily, her eyes dance and sparkle and Jon thinks that he may not be half in love with her after all….perhaps he’s fallen completely, never to return. He barely knows what he’s doing until it’s done - he’s taken her face in his hands and is kissing her rosy lips. He’s sloppy and unpractised but after her initial swallowed gasp and shock, Sansa guides him to a slower pace.

Pulling away, he stares at her, his breaths ragged and his lips slightly swollen. He slides his hands from either side of her face down to her slender neck, fingers speared through her hair at the base of it and his thumbs brushing gently against her cheekbones.

“It…err…when you want to…use..one of those…it will be my first time….you might need to go easy on me” Jon says with a self-deprecating, nervous laugh. Sansa wraps her hands around his wrists, stroking the skin she finds there.

“As long as you go easy on me with your massive magical monster cock.”

As their combined laughter fades, Jon swears he feels the air in the room shift. Sansa gives his wrists a squeeze and offers him a soft smile with twinkling eyes.

“Are you ready for my final wish Jon?”

[shiroe-is-my-baby]

As You Are

Summary: It’s Shiroe’s turn to point out his own insecurities. All because of a quick conversation with the leader of the harem guild. Probably a bit justifiable jealousy.

W: self-insert, angst, fluff

I giggled loudly, pressing my hand against my mouth to muffle the sound. The rest of the giggles from the girls around were more flirtatious than my own, which is another reason why I hid it. My boisterous laugh would freak everyone out. I swatted Soujiro’s arm playfully, taking a long swig of the drink in my hand. I didn’t know this guy was so funny. I always thought his guild laughed just because they liked him. But it was somewhat genuine.

“That joke is so old school,” one of Marielle’s guild members mumbled.

“Yeah, I guess it kind of is. But it made everyone else laugh, so that’s all that matters.”

“You’re just so kind.”

I smiled teasingly in between gulps, feeling more and more thirsty by the second. It was probably the delicious food we had earlier. There was lots of food thanks to the wonderful skilled chefs. Marielle wanted to have the best, she always does when she sets up get togethers like this. It’s nice to have lots of guilds here, especially those I’m close friends with.

“So Ashley, how are things?” Soujiro asked as I was gulping down the rest of my drink.

“They’re great!”

“And what about Shiroe?”

I coughed, sucking down the drink and slightly choking on it. Everyone noticed my sudden hesitation, covering my mouth to cough slightly. I hadn’t expected him to bring Shiroe up so soon. But this was the first time tonight that I had been separate from him.

“He’s good. We’re both doing good,” I mumbled after my coughing fit was over.

The girls were no longer concerned with what Soujiro had to say. Which was odd. They started asking me questions about Shiroe and i’s relationship. There were hearts in their eyes and they were excited to talk abut romance and gush about how cute we were. One of the women got really close to me and whispered something about us probably having fun after the part was over.

My face was completely red, growing hotter and hotter with every answer I spoke. Soujiro chuckled, ushering his pack away to give me some air. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling him pat my shoulder.

“They’re just happy for you. It’s not hard to see how happy you two make each other.”

“Thanks… I get it. I’m just not used to the attention. I don’t know how you do it.”

He laughed, but it sounded more like a nervous laugh. I smiled, feeling him let go of my shoulder. We chatted for a couple more seconds, mainly about the party and Henrietta who was chasing after Akatsuki. While I spoke to him, I heard a voice from behind me and lifted my eyes to see Shiroe finally coming back.

I smiled softly, standing up from the couch almost immediately.

“Hey hon, did you get some food?” I asked.

“Yeah, uh… yeah.”

Shiroe was acting a tad bit strange. I could tell by his voice and the weird look in his eyes. He wasn’t being this way earlier. He was a lot happier and lively. Did something happen? I felt a tad bit worried that I was having fun and Shiroe wasn’t.

He tried to smile, but I saw right through it. Soujiro stood up and grinned, nudging my shoulder as he passed. “I’ll leave you two alone,” he said, adding a quick have fun as he and his group fluttered off to giggle and dawn amungst themselves.

I rolled my eyes, looking back to Shiroe with a laugh.

“They’re a riot, aren’t they?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah… What were you guys talking about?”

“Just things. He asked about us, and the girls flipped out. The usual.”

I winked, watching him chuckle softly.

But it still all seemed forced.

I blinked, the smile slowly fading from my face. He saw that I noticed, knowing he wasn’t going unnoticed. Pursing his lips, he took my hand and squeezed it softly. Motioning with his head towards the door, he looked everywhere but my eyes.

“Do you want to go for a walk… alone?”

“Sure, baby…”

I let him lead me out the door, not knowing where he planned to go.

It wasn’t very far. Just a little ways down the path, to a spot I remember going to think a long time ago. Shiroe sat down on a rock, pulling me down to sit beside him. The moon shines brightly in the sky above us, illuminating a beautiful glow. It was hard to enjoy it, though, with my mind racing.

I was worried that Shiroe was upset wth me for something. That I had messed up. Or he was breaking up with me.

That thought didn’t make any sense. Things were going so well! I thought they were anyway. We seemed in love and happy. Why would Shiroe want to break things off? I felt my heart thumping in my chest, growing harder and faster with each passing second. Shiroe grasped my hand, his eyes roaming it as he stroked my knuckle with his thumb.

“Love, is everything okay?” I asked, “Yiure actin so weird…”

“I’m okay. Just have a lot on my mind.”

“Yeah, like what?”

He sighed, glancing up at the sky and never quite meeting my eyes.

I kept looking st him, my eyes roaming his form. He was holding my hand. That had to be a decent sign. Honestly, I wasn’t sure. I was looking around for anything to help reassure me. We were having so much fun before! I don’t understand what could have happened to make him feel so distant.

Shifting a little closer, I tried to cuddle up to him and enjoy the quietness of being alone. Shiroe seemed to take his time, mewling over what he was going to say before he spoke. I felt my heart in my throat, body shivering from both the cool air and my nervousness. Tears prickled at my eyes, immediately thinking of the worst.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t want to ruin your night. I know you were having fun,” He said.

“No, you’re fine. I’d much rather be here with you.”

There was another long silence.

Minutes ticked by before Shiroe finally said something.

“You and Soujiro seem to get along well. I didn’t even know you guys were friends.”

“Eh, kind of. I hardly ever get to actually talk to him. His guild is really friendly, and I can kinda see why he’s got such a following.”

That part was meant as a conversation starter. It’s obvious that Soujiro is adorable. Honestly, all of my friends are adorable in their own way. I didn’t expect to get the reaction that I did.

“Yeah, he’s always had that kind of affect on women. He’s a good looking guy.”

“I guess so…”

I nestled a little closer to him, smiling warmly as I put my head on his shoulder.

“But I’m more interested in someone that’s even better looking. I can’t even notice.”

Shiroe’s cheeks turn a dark red, growing more as he thought about my words. This was making sense now. That was his problem. He was jealous. It explained everything the moment I saw his face change. Once Soujiro’s name came up he looked so defeated. He didn’t have to be.

“Do you mean that? Or are you just trying to make me feel better?”

So that was definitely it.

He put his face in his hands, a bit embarrassed that I figured him out. I placed my hand on his head, rubbing him kind of like he does to me.

“I’m serious, baby. I love you so much. No one can take that away, and…”

I lifted his chin, forcing him to look at me while I spoke to him.

“You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. I mean, do you remember how stupid I acted around you when we first met? I thought I was totally out of your league. I still am amazed why you want to be with me, but… I love that you are.”

His eyes are a little wider than normal, surprised by all of my words. They slowly soften, and he pulled me closer to press his forehead against mine. His breath tickled my skin, and for a moment, I forgot that we were even having this vulnerable moment. My heart felt so heavy. It pained me to see him like this. But he must have felt this way when I told him my insecurities.

“Thanks… that… helps me feel better.”

“Good. Because I mean every word. And whenever you need to hear me say it again I will. Obviously I’m not doing it enough.”

He laughed, pulling me up for a soft kiss.

“It’s not your fault,” He said, putting my face in his hands, “You’re the best girlfriend anyone could ask for.”

I felt my eyes tearing up a bit at those words. Shiroe stifled a chuckle, nuzzling his nose against my own. Almost as if to tell me not to cry.

Great, now we’re both almost in tears.

What a wonderful end to what was supposed to be a fun night filled with partying.

Just how Shiroe and I are.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

double dare, m | ksj, knj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader x namjoon — also yoongi x reader, implied ot7 x reader

summary: Kim Seokjin calls to issue a challenge. A (double) dare, if you will. He says you can't take two dicks at once. Kim Namjoon, his roommate, argues that you can. Well, you never back down from a dare, especially when it involves Seokjin and Namjoon.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, low-key horny crack + chaotic energy; smut (fem reader, doggy, threesome, slight D/s dynamics, mild restraint, nipple play, finger sucking, fingering, double penetration); non-idol!AU - ot7 x sex friend!reader, focusing on Seokjin and Namjoon in this one :D (cough with some Yoongi)

'journey (to the dick)' au aka you as the main character in harem hentai and BTS is your (horny af) harem

--

“Yah!”

Smack!

“What? Ah, f-fuck!”

“I need you to get over here. There is a particular matter that needs to be discussed,” came the very serious, no-nonsense tone from your phone, speaking rather sternly for someone who called you three times in a row and forced you to answer in the middle of your, ahem, dick appointment.

You were holding the phone in one hand and your other was on the bed, fingers clutching the sheets, jerked forward periodically with firm, hard thrusts.

Someone was shouting behind the one on the phone.

“I told hyung that you could take dick in both holes and he doesn’t believe me!”

You immediately recognized that deep, sultry voice in the background. Still, you needed to address the accusation first.

“Kim Seokjin,” you panted. “What the fuck?”

You could hear his exaggerated eye roll. Well, you couldn’t, but you could, you know?

“Namjoon thinks you can take dick in the pussy and the ass at the same time,” Seokjin spat as if that was utter bullshit. “And that’s just not possible.”

Smack! “Why–” Smack! “Would–” Smack! “You–” Smack! “Think–” Smack! “I couldn’t – mmm, fuck, yes right theeere, fuck, so deep and so hard, ugh, you’re so good…”

Seokjin continued like you weren’t in the middle of getting fucked right that very second.

“Because, okay, you could take some small dick, sure, but us? Us? Come on, you totally couldn’t.”

“That was absolutely absurd of you to say so, Kim Seokjin,” you snapped, your words curling into a lustful moan as a firm hand pushed the small of your back down, forcing you to your elbow, leisurely spanking your ass hard with his open palm, keeping you on the edge, so close to hitting your peak but not quite there, thrusting steady but rough.

The headboard was hammering the wall at the same deliberate pace.

The neighbor who lived on the other side of the wall was cursing again.

“Are you both going to be home?” you gasped out, all of your muscles tensing. Almost…

Seokjin snorted. “Pfft, obviously, we are human beings who sleep, you know–”

“We’ll see about that.”

You hung up on him.

“I gotta go.”

Surprisingly, the deep, husky voice behind you actually responded.

“After this one.”

“You asshole, you are holding out – a-ah, wait, oooooooh, fuck!”

-

"I took a shower, Yoongi helped me clean all my bits, I dried my hair, went back home to put on a fresh dress and you're fucking ASLEEP, KIM SEOKJIN, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

“Zzzzzzz – guh!”

Total chaos as you threw yourself onto Kim Seokjin’s lap, disturbing the perfect image of self-proclaimed Worldwide Handsome laying on the couch covered with a fluffy white blanket and squishy alpaca plush with a red neck scarf tucked in his inner arm, grabbing said plush and smacking him with it repeatedly as Seokjin lost his shit, flailing about and throwing his arms over his head, wailing at you to stop. His roommate, Kim Namjoon, was unabashedly cackling like a lunatic behind you.

“CEASE AND DESIST!”

“You–” FWOOP! “Bossy–” FLOOP! “Pillow–” BOOP! “Princess!”

“Namjoon, h-help!”

“Hell no,” Namjoon snorted in laughter. “I’m having a great time watching.”

“Yah!”

“First you doubt me, then you fall asleep on me, what’s next, you–”

Seokjin grabbed both your wrists, thinking he had won, already cheering for himself, only for you to plant your tits right onto his handsome face, his nose jammed right into your cleavage because of the sweetheart neckline of your red lace dress, hot breath warming your chest, brown eyes wide, grip on your wrists lessening in his shock. You yanked your hands out and clutched his head, sinking your fingers into his black hair, violently muffling his half-squeal, half-moan with your breasts, blaringly obvious that you weren’t wearing a bra because your prominent nipples were already hard and creating stiff peaks under the fabric, poking him incessantly in the cheeks.

You gasped as another pair of strong hands grabbed your forearms and made you release Seokjin’s head, forcing them up and your back to arch. A deep voice dipped down to caress your ear, not paying attention to Seokjin who did not detach himself from your tits.

He was making the most of it while you were distracted.

“Woah there, what do you think you’re doing?” Namjoon drawled, grip tightening, bending your arms back, elbows up, pressing your wrists to your upper back. “That’s not a punishment.”

You tried to breathe but Namjoon’s heavenly deep voice was taking your breath away.

“You know what punishments are.”

He pressed your head back, leaving your arms the way they were, and Namjoon’s sultry eyes appeared, half-lidded brown orbs completely visible because he had cut his hair very short now, dark gray-brown and spiked up, cocking an eyebrow at you. You whimpered at his gaze, suddenly feeling hotness on the curve of your breast, lips pressed to one of your nipples, and then wetness closing in, sucking you through lace and satin, the short flared skirt rising because of your spread thighs, but there was too much fabric between you and Seokjin’s hardness, the blanket and pajama pants and boxer briefs, so frustrating, about to lower your head to rectify that, but Namjoon’s palm pressed into your chin, fingers closing in around your cheeks, immobile.

“Where do you think you’re looking?”

Every time Namjoon smirked, one of his dimples peeked out at you. Ugh, so sexy.

“I… I’m s-supposed to be punishing Seokjinnie…” you gasped out, feeling said man’s teeth nicking at your nipple through your dress, his large hands closing in on your waist, pulling you closer, causing you to bend back more, unable to escape Namjoon’s grip and gaze.

Namjoon tilted his head, amused. “Yeah? Were you so, so mad that hyung wasn’t awake so you could show off how well you can take it in both holes?”

You didn’t want to whine and be pathetic, but Seokjin’s mouth and hands were all over your breasts and waist, pinching you through your clothes and sucking on the hard nubs, rushes of pleasure clouding your head and making you forget your defiance, remembering all the things Namjoon liked, like when you were so drunk on sex that you just gave into him, now whimpering and opening your mouth, your tongue sliding out, feeling him shift his palm, Namjoon’s finger leisurely tracing your lips. Your tongue followed, licking the pads of his fingers, rolling your body into Seokjin’s mouth, wanting to grab his shoulders but not letting yourself do so because Namjoon hadn’t allowed you to do so yet.

He liked you bad, but he also liked you obedient.

“W… Want it…”

You felt Namjoon’s other hand tangle in your hair, fingers molding to your scalp, sliding two of his long fingers into your mouth and making you suck on them, your eyelids fluttering as he fucked your mouth with his fingers, rubbing your tongue, pushing your arms down, your name growled by that deep, deep voice.

“Look at me.”

You fixated your eyes on Namjoon’s stern expression, shuddering as you felt Seokjin push the sleeves of your dress down, scooping out your breasts, moaning as his lips touched your skin, hot tongue teasing your hard nipples and you couldn’t tell him to do more or less, trapped by Namjoon’s fingers in your mouth and his hand in your hair, tugging at it lightly so you sucked his fingers like a cock, vision hazing out at the helplessness of it all.

Voluntary helplessness, to be clear.

“You want it? You had Yoongi-hyung fucking you earlier and now you want more? So dirty and so insatiable,” Namjoon taunted, not meaning it of course, because how could he mean it when he too wanted it all, knew you were insatiable and loved it as much as the rest of them, addicted to the feeling you gave him, pushing your head down, fingers still in your mouth. Seokjin raised his head, black hair, large brown eyes, pink lips lush and full and gorgeous, meeting the image of fingers sliding in and out of your glossy lips, your eyes glassy and reflected in his.

Namjoon pushed his fingers apart, opening your mouth.

Your tongue lolled out, swiping around his knuckle, staring into Seokjin’s eyes.

“F… Fuck…”

The oldest was dirty-minded but resistant in showing it, clenching his jaw, weakening as your fingers danced up his arms and you moaned his name messily between Namjoon’s long wet digits, tits pushed up by the neckline of your dress straining under them, knowing your sensuality was irresistible and infectious, placing your hands on his broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

“I still… don’t think you can take us both at once…” he breathed, staring into your eyes.

You smirked, Namjoon’s fingers sliding out, saliva smearing onto your chin, the taste of his skin on your tongue.

“Only one way to find out.”

And you leaned in and kissed those perfect lips, soft and passionate kiss, wrapping your arms around him, fingers splaying over his back and in his hair, his name trapped in the kiss, sudden hardness pressing to your back, breaking the first kiss and turning your head to be trapped in another, full lips commanding the lip-lock, two different hands on your breasts, Seokjin and Namjoon toying with them, the rush of pleasure only just beginning.

-

“Whose face am I looking at?”

“Obviously mine,” Seokjin scoffed. “Do you even have to ask?”

You gasped. “But Namjoon is so handsome.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you want him to make you look at him, so that completely defeats the purpose of being forced when the default is you facing him.”

“Also, hyung thinks he’s the most handsome,” Namjoon chuckled, tugging your dress off, kisses across your chest as it left your body, hands travelling to push your panties down.

“No,” Seokjin choked, affronted as you moaned and gripped Namjoon’s shoulders, enjoying his powerful grip. “I am not that self-centered. I just happen to like how I look very much. Namjoon is very handsome, capable, and intelligent.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

Namjoon shoved a finger inside your wetness, making you stumble into the sofa, raising your leg to place it against Seokjin’s naked thigh, almost falling if it wasn’t for your ass being suddenly grabbed by Seokjin’s firm hands.

“You are still clumsy, Namjoon,” Seokjin sighed, lowering you slightly to look over your shoulder.

You reached back and held onto the sofa, Namjoon’s mouth on your nipple and his finger in your soaked pussy, thrusting deeply to match his swiping tongue, maddeningly slow but rough, so dangerous, losing your mind at the leisurely pace, trying to buck your hips to get more but Seokjin’s hands were preventing you.

You heard the oldest huff and make a disapproving tongue click.

“Not like that. She likes it faster than that.”

Namjoon knew that. Obviously.

Your eyes widened.

He smirked around your nipple as one of Seokjin’s hands left your ass.

“Seok– oh, fuuuck!”

You gasped as you felt another finger enter your dripping pussy, another finger of a different hand, stretching your walls and a different pace, faster, your eyes rolling back, head hitting Seokjin’s shoulder, but either he didn’t notice or didn’t care, your moans in his ear, Namjoon matching the rhythm, oh, shit, they were fingering you together, Seokjin from between your legs from behind and Namjoon from the front, the backs of their hands slick with your juices, Seokjin’s other hand still squeezing one ass cheek and Namjoon’s other hand on your waist, his mouth on your breasts.

“Come on, I know you’re close,” Seokjin muttered, exhaling hard. “I can feel your pussy sucking me in, asking for dick already.”

He was not normally one for dirty talk, but sometimes Seokjin let himself got lost in the lust, lost in the moment of your throbbing walls and shaking body, moans of their names tumbling from your lips, filling up their living room with obscenity and depravity, thrusting in unison, loud and wet and heavy breathing blending with your sound, pushed to the edge, thighs tensing, electricity flashing throughout your nerves.

“Namjoon, Seokjin, fuck!”

Wet squelch, sweet gush of your juices soaking their hands, your eyes rolling back, yelping as Namjoon’s hand retreated and Seokjin stuffed another finger in you. You didn’t need to say it, one glance at Namjoon and he could see it, harder, hyung, she can take it, gasping as Seokjin obeyed and Namjoon's wet fingers pressed onto your throbbing clit, wild howl at the contact, sparks of sensitivity because it was right after your orgasm, heat at your neck from Seokjin’s cheeks, his teeth finding your shoulder, biting it, maybe from his realization of how crazy this moment was or in the heated moment of wanting to feed you even more pleasure, but the sharp unexpected pain only hiked your moans, Namjoon rubbing your clit as Seokjin shoved his fingers into you hard and fast, the angle a little awkward but there was so much going on that it didn’t matter, already there once again, obsessed with the overabundance of ecstasy, I’m cumming, fuck, Namjoon, Seokjin, a-ah, clit engorged and pulsing strongly to Namjoon’s punishing touch, words jumbled and woven with breathless cries, orgasm crashing down and soaking Seokjin’s hand once more, thick and sweet and honey-like, viscous juices clinging to your inner thighs, painted with your high.

Namjoon leaned in, silencing your shuddering gasps with his mouth, deep kisses and swirling tongue dazing you, aftershocks flinching through your torso as he pressed his fingertips to your jerking core, lowering you from the crashing waves, whispering darkly against your lips.

“We haven’t even started.”

Releasing you, and you were already turning around, meeting Seokjin’s gaze and his panting smile, kissing it, sighing contentedly in his touch, just something about those lips and his large frame surrounding you, something about the way he shivered when you sucked his breath away and drank it, almost innocent, but not that innocent, because the second your wandering hand found the condom on the sofa and pressed it into his palm, his lips curved into a teasing grin, nipping at yours.

“Already?” he teased.

You reached between you and him, fingers ghosting his length, smirking at Seokjin’s gasp, gazing at him under your lashes.

“You get hard from kisses, Seokjinnie.”

“I – gah, d-don’t…”

But he didn’t mean it, of course not, because he was humping your hand that was closing around his hot, hardening cock, stroking him slowly from base to tip, spreading the pre-cum over the sensitive head, his jaw clenching at the feeling, desire and need clouding his eyes, pupils blown-out, ripping open the foil packet, heavier exhales, staring into your eyes.

“You want to look at me that bad, huh?” he breathed against your lips, fishing for it.

You gave it to him, exactly what he wanted.

“Mhm, Seokjin, I want to look at your handsome, perfect face while you fuck my pussy and Namjoon fucks my ass.”

He sucked in a breath, caught in his throat.

“You’re crazy, but so, so hot.”

Eh, you’ll take it.

You moved your hand and he rolled the condom down, yelping as you captured his lips again, addicted to his kiss and his soft cries, his hand and your hand guiding his stiff cock to your quivering pussy, already saturated with slickness, spread knees and lowering body, sinking down onto him, moaning into his mouth and he moaned into your throat, suffocating each other with your noises, rolling your hips and breaking the kiss, both of your faces pointed to heaven with the true heaven between your connected hips, pleasure at being filled and doing the filling, his hands on your ass to push you down.

“Hyung, spread her ass,” Namjoon ordered behind you.

You pitched forward slightly, wrapping your arms around Seokjin’s shoulders, gasping as you felt him tug outwards, sinking his fingers into your softness, your lips pressed to his cheek, his sweet voice murmuring your name, filling you with warmth despite being exposed so vulnerably.

You inhaled deeply, breathing in Seokjin’s clean scent.

Then you flexed your asshole, tightening and relaxing the ring of muscle.

“Fuck, that’s so sexy.”

You gazed at him in your periphery, eyes widening as you realized Namjoon too was naked now, muscular body towering behind you, flicking open a bottle of lube and spreading it over his fingers, rubbing them together as they became shiny and slippery, catching your interested expression.

He smirked, dimple on display. “Ready?”

“I’ve been ready since I walked in the door, Namjoon,” you smirked back, enamored with his seductive dark brown eyes.

He chuckled.

“Nah, you were ready the second Seokjin challenged you and said you couldn’t do it.”

Oops, he got ya.

You gasped hotly, feeling his fingers press up against your tight hole, tracing circles and teasing you, pushing into your ass in the opposing rhythm of Seokjin’s rocking hips, your hold on Seokjin’s shoulders tightening, hearing him gasp with you, watching two Namjoon’s fingers dip in and snake into the tightness, both of them inhaling sharply at the sound, wet squelch and your wanton cry, your hips rocking into it, pleasure shimmering all over.

“T-That’s still not a dick,” Seokjin managed to get out, still stubborn but mixed with awe regardless.

“Gotta stretch her out,” Namjoon chuckled. “Don’t wanna hurt our good girl, right?”

Well, if you weren’t in euphoria before, you definitely were there now.

“N… Namjoon-ah…”

“Shh, I got you, just enjoy.”

You arched your back a little more, Seokjin sliding down to accommodate, slowly thrusting and gasping at the sensation, turning to him and intense kisses, needing to occupy your mouth, fullness in your ass and your pussy, whimpering as your felt Namjoon’s fingers flex, nudging your muscles to relax, core throbbing, clenching around Seokjin’s stiff length instead, so good, oh, yes, it was so good, his kisses and slapping your hips down, wanting more, already chasing more, intoxicated by the feeling of both your holes being filled.

You heard the bottle of lube fall to the floor and the slick sound of hand on hardness.

Shivers up and down your spine.

“Say it.”

You broke Seokjin’s kiss, gasping.

“Tell us that you want it,” Namjoon growled.

Drunk on the idea, commanded by lust.

“P-Please, Namjoon…” you breathed, eyes hazy and half-lidded, staring at Seokjin. “Want you to fuck my ass as Seokjin fucks my pussy. Want you two to ruin me.”

The brown eyes beneath you widened, mouthing, you’re crazy.

You grinned, Namjoon’s fingers buried in your ass.

“Told you, hyung.”

His fingers pulled out, pushing the small of your back down with his palm. One a second to mourn the loss and then your eyes widened, the thick head of Namjoon’s cock pressed against your ass.

Wait, maybe you should have asked if Namjoon could be in your puss–

Too late.

“Oh, f-fuck!”

You clutched Seokjin’s shoulders, digging your nails into him as slowly, carefully, Namjoon’s girth entered your tight, tight hole, still tight even through he worked you up and stretched you out, the lube helping him slip inside, your mind going blank, realizing that maybe you went over your head a little, but too far to turn back and, to be honest, you didn’t want to turn back, the fullness already too good to regret it, gasping as Namjoon gripped your hips, holding you completely still as he bottomed out, hot breath on your shoulder blades.

Well.

Your mind wasn’t so blank that you forgot to speak.

“Still…” you panted, slowly grinning at Seokjin’s shocked and stunned face, his jaw dropped as he felt and witnessed it. “Think it’s impossible for me to take dick in both holes?”

“Y-Y-You…” he sputtered, choking a little as Namjoon began to move, his scrambled words mixing with your lustful moans. “Are absurd.”

It was almost too much, but Namjoon did not let you command the pace, instead firmly keeping you in one spot as he nudged Seokjin to move, guiding you both expertly, groaning when you pulsated around the two dicks, able to feel the reverberations from the closeness, body to body to body, trembling from the overwhelming sensation, Seokjin thrusting up from below, his handsome face tense, panting with effort.

“Oh, fuck… it’s so tight… fuck, I can feel it, I can feel his dick fucking your ass, that’s so weird…”

You weren’t quite sure what he expected to feel. What did Seokjin originally think he was getting into when he called you? He was the one who had been touting their superior size! What did he think it would feel like–?!

“A-Ah, y-yes, there, like that, oh f-fuck, like thaaaaaaat…”

You forgot about questioning Seokjin’s brain, refocusing on the feeling of the consistent thrusting and depth of the two cocks, an almost melodic rhythm and substantial fullness. There was a sweet spot, right, oh, there, Namjoon’s hand flat against your back, his deep grunts of effort paired with each smack of hips to ass and Seokjin’s crotch to yours.

Oh, huh, were those loud, pitched moans resonating off the apartment walls you? But the ecstasy too high, too real, too good, so good that you seemed to forget that it was already very late at night.

Surely their neighbors would complain – was that part of your brand now? oops – but it seemed that neither Seokjin or Namjoon noticed or cared, pants and moans and groans and chasing carnal pleasure, irrational, wild, heads thrown back, lashes fluttering and lost in bliss, stuffing your tight, wet heat from both holes, kissing Seokjin sloppily before turning your head to make out with Namjoon, his teeth trapping your tongue and sucking on it, gargled moan and shaking body at the mercy of his iron grip, snapping back to Seokjin’s pillowy lips, juxtaposition of hard and soft, crashing pleasure and coiled constriction, letting go, orgasm overtaking you in shudders, not realizing you had been so close, their names falling from your throat between fucked-out, loud, blissful cries.

“Seokjin… Namjoon…”

Couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but peak in that gratifying elation, shivers up and down your spine, the lower half of your body throbbing and trembling, chin lowering only to witness Seokjin shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw, groaning out your name as he shot into the condom, jerking cock twitching inside you, vibrating front to back, no, that was Namjoon’s low hiss of your name, his fingernails digging in your hips he shot into your ass, your eyes snapping open, thick spurts of his orgasm so strong that you could feel his cock twitching deep inside, your pulse roaring in your ears, chest heaving, struggling for breath.

Feeling far too proud that they both came with you.

Namjoon’s sweaty chest hit your back, sandwiching you between that big body and Seokjin’s broad shoulders. Seokjin looked to be two seconds away from passing out from the ecstasy of orgasm.

Nice.

“Don’t… question me… again,” you snickered, panting heavily.

Seokjin mumbled and shrugged, incoherent.

“I think he’s saying you could do this, but not the reverse of him in the ass and me in the pussy,” Namjoon clarified, kissing your shoulders with an amused chuckle.

“What?!” you roared.

“That’s n-not…!”

Welp.

-

“We still have unfinished business.”

“Yoongi, I just got DP’ed last night. Have mercy.”

“Mmm.”

Kisses on your neck, lowering the strap of your bra, wrapping his arms around you, purring your name.

“I guess you can buy me dinner and we can watch a movie instead.”

“I have to buy?!”

--

masterpost

[rwbyvein]

Arc-en-Ciel:  Noblemen:  Part III/III

Yang: Thank you so much for last night.

Front Woman: Oh, man, last night was a blast. You know what?, we're even. The girls all had a blast, you let us drink our fill, and then had breakfast for us. Like, seriously, you basically invited us to a bomb-ass party. All we had to do was sing.

Guitarist: And you know, play guitar.

Drummer: And drums.

Front Woman: Yeah, yeah, she gets it.

Bassist: Last - night - was - INCREDIBLE.

Front Woman: Later girls! And dudes!

* * *

RWBY and JNPR sat around the sitting area, around what last night had been a stage.

Yang: So, who wants to go first?

Jaune: *raises his hand*

Jaune: Okay, I really don't understand what happened last night, but I just want you girls to know, oh, good god, yes, I love you.

Weiss: *snuggles up to Jaune*

Yang: Leave some for the rest of us.

Ruby: There's plenty of Jaune to go around.

Jaune: To be fair, I... do not think there is...

Pyrrha: *walks over in front of Jaune and kneels on the ground*

Pyrrha: I will have you however you will take me.

Jaune: Uh... huh?.. Really don't know what to say to that.

Nora: I'm pretty sure she wants to hear yes.

Jaune: Well... Y... but... only so much of me...

Pyrrha: I would also be quite happy playing among your harem.

Jaune: My what?

Weiss: I think she means we all get you.

Jaune: Uh?..

Blake: Are you going to say no?

Jaune: I'm going to make a vague, throaty-gasping sound.

Jaune: *makes a sound of air escaping his throat*

Jaune: *tries to even out his breath*

Weiss: Perhaps we should let him get some air before we attempt this again.

Weiss: *stands up from the couch beside him*

Yang: Alright, show of hands, who wants to be harem sluts Jaune can just bend over and have his way with whenever he wants?

Yang: *raises her hand*

Pyrrha: *raises her hand*

Ruby: *raises her hand*

Weiss: Perhaps if we rephrased that just slightly?..

Yang: Oh, yeah, we also get as much lesbian sex as we want... or he wants...

Blake: *puts her hand up*

Weiss: *scoffs*

Weiss: *SCOFFS*

Yang: Quit being a prissie little princess and come be cum sluts with us.

Weiss: *exascerbated sigh*

Weiss: So long as Jaune is the only one we are to be... cum sluts... for...

Yang: *goes to say something*

Weiss: Other than each other, of course...

Weiss: *breathes deep*

Weiss: Earlier, Jaune said the most... I haven't even the words to describe it... foolhardy would seem to be appropriate... but appropriate would also be appropriate...

Weiss: *breathes deep*

Weiss: Jaune suggested I purchase this... lovely... establishment... on our behalf...

Nora: That's a whole lot of lien!

Weiss: Yes, quite. My father has been... quite... the one thing he did properly teach me was finances... Anyways, the point being that I COULD afford to engage in such an endeavour, but I'm afraid you would all be... rather indebted... until such a thing was paid off...

Yang: *raises her hand*

Yang: Can we just be endebted to Jaune, instead?

Weiss: I don't see...

Yang: Then we can pay it off... with sex... a whole LOT of sex...

Weiss: *sighs*

Ren: I think she still would need the debt paid off.

Weiss: Thank you.

Nora: So, are we part of this group?..

Weiss: I do not see why not. We seem to have already claimed our suites...

* * *

Jaune: *slowly sits up on the couch*

Weiss: *holds a piece of paper up to him*

Jaune: I know you probably thought this would be dramatic, but you're the only one who knows what's going on.

Weiss: What's going on is I used my life savings to purchase this property on our behalf. We have our own home away from Beacon as it were. It could use some... extensive... modifications... but for now it will suffice to be... as per Yang's parlance, our fuck... bunny... den... Blake then insisted on calling it a warren...

Jaune: I like it... a warren...

Jaune: *pulls Weiss in for a deep hug and then kisses her on the top of her head*

Weiss: Suffice it to say, we have all agreed to be your...

Weiss: *clears her throat*

Weiss: cum... sluts...

Weiss: *coughs*

Weiss: Ren and Nora are also content with their suite, which would leave one suite unusued.

Jaune: So, it's all ours?

Weiss: There were some items that... needed to be... discretely removed... but as for the rest, it is, indeed, ours.

Yang: Hey, Ladykiller, you back among the living?

Jaune: *positive groan*

Yang: We need to celebrate.

Weiss: Assuming that our... Sir... has properly recovered...

Jaune: You girls will be the death of me... assuming I haven't already died and gone to heaven...