#Ruby's a femme looking man

[unfinishedzizzy]

I have returned to my roots, except enlightened

[lostinlads]

Breathe Me

Synopsis: You wake to the sound of Sylus in your shared house. Seeing his dull ruby eyes, and wanting his touch, you let him feed from you - his teeth sinking into your flesh, claiming you as his love.

Tags: sylus x femme!reader, MDNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, vampire!sylus, half blood!mc, blood, drinking blood, biting, tooth rotting fluff, angst, mc feels inadequate, mentions of body horror (ripping heart out), use of pet names (my love, dove), no use of y/n, domestic life with sylus :(

Words: 2.7k

an: hi! i want to start off by saying the vampires in this fic are based off of the twilight ones! so if youre confused why theres no fangs or by some of the words i used to describe things thats it! same with the half bloods (half vampires) its just taken mostly from twilight. Also i want to say thank you for over 100 followers on this account, i had no idea i would get this much attention so soon? so seriously thank you so much! and lastly this fic kinda became really personal for me? at times i got pretty emotional while writing but im really happy with it, i think it turned out really well and i hope you all love it as much as i do! enjoy!

ao3 | kofi

You wake up on a cloud of silk sheets and the scent of your lover. Eyes fluttering open, you find yourself alone in your shared bedroom, candlelight flickering on the nightstand and the soft patter of rain on the windows. 

Sitting up and stretching, you sigh, content and happy. With your heightened senses, you can hear Sylus shuffling through your home, muted footsteps along the wooden floors. Almost as if not to wake you.

Then you hear it, your favorite sound. His humming, off key but enough to make your cursed heart race. You climb out of bed, cold air nipping at your naked body, pebbling your nipples hard - but you welcome it, growing used to the icy chill. Reminding you of the touch of the man you've fallen head over heels for. His hands roaming your body, leaving goosebumps rising as his skin makes contact with yours.

You pad through the room, grabbing your silk robe and throw it on before leaving. You make your way through the house leisurely, never in need of a rush, knowing you have all the time in the universe. Fingers dragging on the walls as you walk past, savoring your quiet and calm life. 

Sylus's humming pauses for a moment, no doubt hearing you move around, before continuing. You could almost see the soft smile blessing his heavenly features, waiting in anticipation to see your beautiful face again. 

You spot him in the kitchen, back facing towards you as the delicious scent of coffee fills the air, made perfectly just for you. Feet shuffling under you, you walk closer, the longing pull towards him dragging you in. The need for his touch, for his scent buzzing in your veins as you draw close. Arms reaching out as you loop them around him, shoving your face in between his broad shoulders. Fingers dipping under his sweater as they dance over every curve and line of his stomach, a secret map made just for your touch alone. You breathe him in, a sweet honey and vanilla scent fills your nose, leather and the cold mingling perfectly with his overwhelming sweetness. Something so Sylus. It was intoxicating, you never getting enough as you drive yourself drunk on just him.

"Good morning, my love," Deep, rumbling of his voice vibrates his frame, jittering into your bones as you plaster yourself to him. He doesn't turn, letting you get your fill of him for now. One lone hand coming to place itself on top of your smaller one, icy thumb brushing over your silky skin. 

"Morning," You mumble into his back, running your nose along him. He chuckles, so warm and inviting. You want to hear it every day, not living until you get your fix of that beautiful sound. 

You two stay entwined for a beat longer, him finally turning around to face you. Stealing your breath with just one look at his god like face. Plush lips curled into a loving smile, the soft kitchen light dancing off of his hard, granite skin. And those eyes, those ruby gemstone eyes you can't help but fall for every time you look at him. Today dull, dark, in need of feeding. You brush a hand up to his cheek, fingers ghosting just under his eye.

"You're thirsty..." A frown set on your face, brows furrowing and lips pouting. His hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer as his other brushes your hair from your face.

"That can wait," Eyes dancing between your own, an unspoken language in themselves. You could feel the love in them, the way they shone just for you. "Have your coffee and let's go relax." Sylus reaches behind himself and holds a mug out to you, hot steam cascading up towards the ceiling. You take it, warming your palms as he leads you into the living room, letting you sit on the couch. He walks to the large bookcase covering one of your dark walls, selecting a record and putting it on. Quiet music fills the space between as he makes his way to you, long legs in confident strides. Power in every sure step. 

"I love this one," You sigh, happily as you take a sip of the hot liquid. Warming you up from the inside as Sylus's cold body settles against you. The battle of temperatures fuzzing your brain. It felt calming.

"That's why I chose it," You could hear the smile in his words as his icy hand dances along the clothed skin of your arm. Every touch making your irregular heart pound in its cage in your chest. Calling out to him, telling him that it belonged to your lover. 

The two of you sitting in silence as you let the tune play through your home, drinking down the coffee and settling into his large, strong arms. You could live every day of your never-ending life like this and still be content, happy even. Needing nothing in life but Sylus and your quiet home. Every mundane thing the two of you share feeling like the most exciting adventure. 

Finishing your drink, you set it on the wooden table before you, the mug making a muffled knock that echoed on the walls. You turn to Sylus, his eyes closed as he lets the music consume him, thumb brushing on your arm. You drink him in, every single atom of his being as you wish you two can sit like this for eternity. He could, of course, never move from this couch or position and continue to live. But the deep almost jealousy flutters in your chest. If only you were like him, able to stop time.

Being half vampire, you were strong, powerful and demanding like he was. Never needing to worry about any threats. But the human side reminded you just how different you and Sylus were in these moments. Unlike him, you needed to eat, whether blood or human food, needing to breathe, needing to blink. You needed to sleep and use the restroom and do normal human things. You still had your beating heart; you had blood that burned in your veins. You couldn't stop time and just exist like this god of a man beside you. Never being strong enough, never being fast enough, never being just enough.

"What are you thinking about?" He hums, eyes still closed as he pushes you closer, pulling you from your negative thoughts. You sigh, eyes falling from his face to your lap.

"Nothing," You lie, knowing he knew you were. You never shared your insecurities with him, knowing he would try his best to soothe you. But he never lived in this limbo, not being human enough to be human, and not being vampire enough to be vampire. You didn't blame your lover, him being the most patient and understanding soul you've ever known. But your condition was so rare. Only a few ever recorded to your knowledge. 

Sylus pulls you to his lap, eyes fluttering open, stealing your breath once more. Gentle glance in your wide, lovesick eyes, hands coming to secure behind you. You could feel his love in every movement, every touch a declaration. You place your hand on his chest, right over his still heart, willing it to beat just once for you, hoping to feel the same affect he has on you. It doesn't of course, cold stone skin under your warm palm - unchanging no matter how many times you try. He places his hand over yours, a silent way of telling you that if it could, it would beat a million times for you. Sylus reaches up to your chest, placing his own palm over your heart, making it race as he sighs. His confirmation of your love for him. Turning away, heat rises to your cheeks, embarrassed that you were jealous of this small thing. 

Pulling his hands away, he pulls you to his chest, his cheek pressed to your ear as his nose glides along your neck. Inhaling the sickening sweetness of your hybrid blood. Another thing you hated yourself for. Human blood tasting like aged, fine liquor, yours tasting like a sloppy sweet cocktail. Never tasting as good as them. Sylus told you he wouldn't want you to taste any other way, but you knew the truth. Tasting them yourself you knew how humans were, how their blood would send his kind into a frenzy. How if you were mortal, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back.

"You should drink, my love," Your words soft, so quiet as you coaxed him to feed from you. Needing to feel his teeth rip open your flesh and consume. Sylus doesn't reply, just places a ghost of a kiss to your pulse point. Hands pulling down your robe to expose your collarbone, then shoulder, then most of your upper arm. You sigh as you feel him expose your skin, goosebumps rising in the wake of his freezing touch. His razor-sharp teeth slices through your skin like butter, making you gasp at the pain. He knew this hurt; it always did when he fed from you. But you never minded, wanting to be his food, wanting to supply him with your life, your essence to sustain his hunger. You wished he would drain you dry, sucking every drop from your veins so you could fill him completely. Dying with a smile in his arms because he was the one that caused it, knowing he had done it out of nothing but pure love for you. You would rip out your still beating heart from your chest and give it to him if he asked. 

His lips latch onto the wound, sucking, pulling the blood out as his hand rests on your thigh, soothing your pain as best as he could manage. You could feel his icy tongue lapping at your flesh, savoring your taste like he actually enjoyed it. You close your eyes, leaning your head away to grant him more room, slowly welcoming the pain he caused. His lips on your skin were the only thing you ever wanting to feel, whether it being kisses or him draining the life from you, it was all you could ever ask from him. 

Slowly, the pain passed, a dull throb from the wound as he soothed the skin with his. You could almost feel him drinking you in, your souls entwining in this endless dance between you. You imagine the image of your blood flowing down his long throat, hot and fresh. Feather like silver locks of his hair brushing on your throat, kissing your skin.

Once he's had his fill, his lips unlatch, a small red bruise blooming. You feel his tongue flatten, lapping at the few fallen streaks of blood. That was one thing you loved about him, how clean he is when he feeds, not making a show of it. He placed one soft kiss to your skin before pulling back.

Your eyes dance on his breath-taking face, eyes a bright, shining crimson, lips matching from your blood. His skin almost glowed, refreshed and new. You lifted your hand, caressing his stone cheek. Sylus leaned into your touch, a hum vibrating in his throat as you stared into your lover's eyes. Out of any version of him, you preferred this one, on the cusp of being alive again, eyes bright, lips red, and so fucking beautiful. Your thumb swiped along his bottom lip, smudging the blood to the corner of his mouth, a smile curling on your lips. His hand on your thigh gripping your squishy flesh, grounding you. 

It was almost magnetic, your pull to him. Every touch bringing a reaction out of you immediately, like your body was made for him and him alone. The way his eyes swept from yours to your parted lips had you leaning in, no time for him to ask as you crash your lips together. The tangy taste of blood and his saliva swirl through your fuzzy brain, hand snaking around his neck to pull him closer. Slow but passionate, your lips moved together, creating their own dance. It was easy for you to grow addicted to this, not needing breath for a while, just have him touching your body as you consumed each other. You licked your way into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. So sweet, so strong. His cold touch calming the heat soaring through your body, soothing the fireworks that were your nerves.

Sylus pulled away, letting you catch your breath, lips still hovering over your own.

"Heaven," He breathed, full lips grazing over yours as he mouthed the word. Heaven, but only if he knew he was yours. Heaven, hell, and everything in between. The monster in the shadows but oh how wrong that actually was. A man so full of passion and love that the only thing he could do was submit himself to you. Knowing exactly what you needed without having to ever ask, almost as if he scraped open your brain and lived inside, weaving his way into your nerves and could feel every spark through you. How someone could imagine him as this nightmare creature was beyond you, nothing comparing to his beauty or his grace. Not his own kind, not any paintings or murals, nothing could ever match Sylus in any way. And you couldn't help but feel blessed, to have this man in your arms, in your heart, sharing every day with you while others had to live entire lifetimes without even getting a glance.

As you lean back to look at him, the shoulder of your robe slips, pooling around your thighs and leaving your top half bare to him. You watch as his eyes drift down, taking in your body as if it was the first time he's seen you. His cool fingertips barely touching your skin as they run from your neck. Ghosting down your chest and between your breasts, to your stomach just above your navel. He paused there for a beat, letting out a shaky breath before running back up to your shoulder then down your arm. His touch so gentle it brought a deep flush to your cheeks, eyes half lidded as your breath ran ragged. Always touching you like he would snap you in half in a single wrong move. It was true, he is stronger, but you could take it, take every rough touch he could throw at you yet he refused. Always handling you like you were made of the most precious glass. 

"Are you hungry, dove?" Thumb brushing over your wrist, voice so unbelievably warm. You were, but you didn't want to leave, wanting to watch his blood smeared lips speak to you until your body grew weak and desperate. He could see it in your eyes, the corners of his beautiful wide mouth curling. "Let's go make something, then you can have me, my love." 

"Wait," You nearly cry out, hand pushing his chest back onto the sofa. He let you push him, falling back in from your touch. "Just..." You sigh. "Just let me lay here with you." 

Leaning forward you rest your face in the crook of his neck, large arms caging you to him. The music and rain snuffing out the silence between you, beating in time with your imagination of frozen heart and the waves between you. Turning your head, pressing your nose to his neck, you breathe him in. Eyes fluttering shut as you feel him, every fiber of your being screaming out to your mate, swearing to be with him until the universe falls from the sky. Your name etched into his soul and his into yours. Forever becoming one single being. Then you feel it, his chest buzzing as his deep voice hums to the song, singing for you. Emotions well inside you, heart thudding in your chest. His silent confirmation that you were his, that you were more than enough. Fingers tangling in your hair as he squeezes you tighter to his chest. You swear the world stops in his arms, everything fading away as you lay entangled together here on this sofa in your house under the rain and moonlight.

"I love you, dove," He sighs, nose pressing to your hair. Your heart responds for you, beating so loud you swear it speaks.

[hopeless-eccentric]

disco elysium and the male gaze

spoilers for the game ending under the cut! this one's gonna be long, but bear with me, i promise it's interesting

ok ive been losing it about this game's conversation with gazing in detective fiction for WEEKS and ill do my best to quickly summarize it (again, quick credentials, i did an undergrad thesis on detective fiction with a focus on hard-boiled genre and gender/sexuality)

in short, classical detective fiction (especially hard-boiled, which granted, disco elysium is NOT, though it's referenced often), there's a constant interplay between the ideas of knowledge/gazing and power, as well as power and gender. Looking, deducing, and investigating are highly gendered (male) acts that emasculate or feminize what they look at. the goal is essentially for the gender-transgressive killer (often a woman or man who needs to be punished for killing, and thus penetrating other men) to be "fixed" through gendered punishment or "removed from society," either by killing or jailing them

so ideally for these fictions, a man (the "body in the study," to use scholar kathleen gregory klein's phrase) has been Known About and killed/penetrated by the bad guy. the detective has to fix this by removing the perpetrator's agency through the penetrative gaze and power of the State, in short, emasculating them back into their place

if this feels like a weirdly erotic way to describe detective fiction, that's because it's WEIRDLY EROTIC! theres a history of the "corrective" violence against gender-transgressive women in these fictions being highly sexualized, though often these obsessions with controlling gender-transgressors bodily are a little more repressed (joy palmer's article tracing bodies: gender, genre and forensic detective fiction does a really nice job summing it up and expanding on klein's habeas corpus: feminism and detective fiction, which was the first work to note these patterns)

so what instantly struck me about disco elysium was that 1) the game punishes you for abusing police power against and taking autonomy from queer women 2) instead of being a pathetic, embarassing thing that needs to be corrected, the "emasculated" corpse is treated tenderly, noting the eroticism of autopsy which Palmer raises, and 3) there's a character who behaves exactly like The Detective in terms of gazing at women, emasculating men, and controlling women's bodies and sexualities: the deserter

so breaking things down in an internet-friendly numbered list--

first, the game is actively harder/full of more meaningless, haunting tragedy if you arrest klaasje or break ruby's machine. mechanically, you're punished for using police power to control and punish queer women. even though the classic "femme fatale" is often a cisheterosexual woman, her transgressing gender boundaries (often being a "maneater," having agent sexuality, harming men, often in a phallic manner, etc) marks her as queercoded in a way i really appreciate the game embracing in its more femme fataleish characters. you get the option to Gaze at and Know About women suspects, but the game will NOT make it easy for you

second, the game breaks the idea that the body's murder is a shameful act of gender/sexual transgression that needs to be fixed. the body's objectification (even by a couple of traumatized pre-teens) is treated as a tragedy, and the game does everything it can to humanize lely, even if it humanizes him as a real piece of shit. the autopsy is tender, bordering on romantic/erotic, because the game is constantly trying to remind you that you are exploring a human being's body. the "failed" or "penetrated" man isn't untouchable, which instantly breaks the patriarchal structure of detective novels trying to stamp out unspeakable threats to patriarchy. the further penetration of his life and body by the strange, uncaring investigator figure is also treated as something which could be uncomfortably exploitative, but isn't because you're given the option to be delicate and loving. (i was reminded a lot of lay your sleeping head by michael nava, wherein the protagonist solves his lover's murder, which is portrayed as no less intimate than exploring his body in sex. great book btw)

third, the deserter. dros is everything the hard-boiled detective is meant to be: obsessed with an idealized past, a man out of time (this is more common in neo-noir fiction, including adaptations of a few novels referenced in the dick mullen book), angry at the world for its corruption, unable to escape it himself, and obsessed with gazing at and sexually punishing women. the only difference is that he doesnt work for the government. his matronym is especially ironic, a remnant of a more progressive ideology which has been abandoned in favor of misanthropy. hes become convinced of the same terrifying, comedically corrupt world described in classical detective fiction (read an iconic hard-boiled author's description of that here, at the start of part 7*)

it's such a rejection of the way gazing and patriarchy usually acts in detective fiction. if you gaze destructively, the game gets harder. it emphasizes the sexual connotation of gazing at murders and forces you to be gentle, while empowering the voice of the victim to ensure you treat him like a human, instead of a stock "failed man." the character who thinks and behaves like a detective is a paranoid, sick, elderly murderer who is treated as desperately needing help.

it's amazing stuff

also, if you can't access any of these articles, dm me and ill get you pdfs!

*this article has a lot of issues. dont take it as gospel. it actively contradicts itself like five times and a lot of really good writing has been done roasting it. Miranda Hickman's history of it is really good. that being said, the description of the kind of world the detective thinks he lives in is VERY accurate, even if Chandler describes it as if it's realism. im including it just because it's a famous enough article that it's had a major impact on how detective fiction is written/culturally thought of, and that part is verifiably true

[notedchampagne]

canon vi isnt butch to me either bc she only has masc aesthetics and none of the like, other aspects like u said, but i think it's fair to say she's as butch as the mainstream can currently handle. i mean i see people hate her all the time simply for being "too masculine" or "too butch" or people wanting to feminize her. idk as a butch im atleast glad the bitch theyre calling butch is 1) a woman and 2) can be portrayed as butch in fanart without totally overhauling her design. compared to what usually happens, which is assigning the sporty femme as butch (bc people assume strength and femininity are incompatible which, dont even get me started) or saying some random man is butch

yeah i think this is a fair point. im not even old but i remember the cartoon + fandom progression in seeing gnc characters over the years. i was around 14 or so when my mind was blown by ruby stevenuniverse and i admit arcanes character design of women goes far compared to that. if anything im glad theres a butch rep i just dont like violet and will make it my personal mission to get more butches out there

^you and my friend al also raised a great point in which c/v are mostly butchfemme visually but youd have to juggle them and queer history being in opposition to cops - im not saying all rep must be 100% history honoring and accurate or else its bad rep. but as characters theyre extremely superficial and they serve their purpose as shallow characters. i need people to not take this personally if you connect with vi and like her go ahead. i just want better characters, so im looking for better characters. im also a hater which is why im posting on my blog

[sauron-kraut]

Well since you're asking... how about number 14 with Mairon and a Nazgûl of your/his choice?🌚

Thank you so much for this prompt, somehow this made me laugh so hard. 🖤 Here you go, friend.

Prompt list here (all kiss prompts)

No warnings this time

As always: Comments on AO3 are appreciated. 🖤

I opted for still human!Nazgûl again. Featuring femme young brat Khamûl again, my new beloved.

14. ...casually.

“I have always liked the bright red ones most. They remind me of blood and fire.”

Mairon strides across the dusty plane scorching under a merciless sun, moves between colourful market stalls, through wavering clouds of heat and beguiling scents, spices and incense and simmering stews, smiling at the pretty young man on his arm, with his dark hair and his soft murderous eyes. “Is that so?” 

“Yes, my lord. And now, they remind me of you,” Khamûl says.

Mairon nearly fails to hide his amusement in the face of the boy’s brazenness. “I am flattered, young king. A precious jewel, how befitting.”

He walks him towards one of the merchants, who has a variety of gemstones on display. Red gleams in the low sun and catches Mairon’s eye. He walks faster, dragging Khamûl along behind him.  Mairon removes the shawl he had kept wrapped around his face to protect himself from sand and dust. “How much for this one?” he asks the man and flashes him a toothy smile, pointing at the ruby. Exquisite. Mairon is not sure if the merchant is even aware of the gem’s value. The man looks into Mairon’s eyes and flinches, visibly taken aback by what he sees. Mairon is known in these lands. It matters not. “... lord?” the merchant whispers in awe.

“Yes. How much?”  The man tells him. Mairon turns to Khamûl, who is still holding on to his arm. “Is this one to your liking?” A nod, a little too quick. Greed. Delicious. “Very good,” Mairon continues. He takes Khamûl’s hand and picks up the ruby, gently holding it against the boy’s skin. Mairon grazes his finger’s with his own. “It will look lovely on you. Suitable only for a king. I can make you a ring from this, unlike any you have ever laid eyes upon before.” Mairon pulls him in by the waist and bends down to plant a quick kiss on soft lips. His smile then grows wider before he produces a leather coin purse and showers the counter in gold.  The merchant stares at him, wide-eyed. “Keep it. May it teach you about value,” Mairon says, and laughs. Khamûl’s gaze is fixed on the gold and the ruby in Mairon’s hand. Good. Power draws him in and so does wealth. Mairon will give him both, and he will give much more.

[chiisana-sukima]

Happy Wincest Wednesday! I have my first appointment for HRT today (eeeee) so everyone's getting the same question: thoughts on trans wincest? Is it something you like to think about? How do you trans the Winchesters? Which one(s) and which way(s)? And of course, most importantly: how does that impact the sex?

- schizosamwincester

Happy Wincest Wednesday and congratulations!! I'm so happy for you!!

I do have trans Winchester headcanons! My favorite are trans girl Sam and transfemme genderfluid Dean.

For Sam, I like to imagine she's known vaguely that she's trans forever and feels like it's something wrong with her, exactly like the demon blood feels like something has always been wrong with her. I think she's deep in the closet (is that still what the kids call it these days or is it "stealth"? or is "stealth" only when you present as your real gender but you pass as cis so well no one knows you're trans, not if you're presenting as your AGAB to keep being trans a secret? terminology changes so fast and I am so old and slow lol). Anyway, I think Sam is deeply ashamed of being secretly a girl on the inside until she goes to college and meets Jess. Even after Jess encourages her and tells her its alright and then dies, she still has deeply complicated feelings and presents as male to everyone except Dean, and later Ruby. (And later still of course Lucifer finds out while they're in the Cage and uses it against her to make her feel even worse).

I love that in this scenario, Dean calling Sam bitch and teasing her about her soft girly hair and skin etc is secretly gender-affirming. It looks to outsiders like just brotherly teasing, but to them it's a sign that Dean loves and accepts her as his sister.

Jess, Dean, and Ruby all top her because that's what Sam likes. Jess and Dean are both slow and gentle and say what a good girl she is, how pretty she is, etc. Ruby is more the forcefem type, but also gives Sam lots of the same kind of praise she did in canon, but for being femme and compliant during sex as well as drinking her blood. This is both deeply satisfying and gender-affirming for Sam and also makes her more ashamed and fucked up about it even than she was before, because it links the dysphoria and the demon blood even more tightly. (Poor Sam, nothing is ever easy for her).

For Dean headcanons, I see him more as the type of person that in my generation used to conceptualize themselves as a "man with a crossdressing fetish" but who now would be more likely to say they are genderfluid. Maybe he secretly tried on Mary's high heels as a little boy and then later as we know he loved it when the infamous Rhonda Hurley "made" him wear the lacy pink panties. I think he loves for Sam to "make" him dress femme for sex too or wear panties under his FBI suit etc.

Unlike my Sam headcanon though, Dean isn't actually ashamed of who he is in this scenario, it's just more of that paper thin veneer he layers over so much of his interior life but that people who are close to him are allowed/encouraged to push right past and share in his joie de vivre. He loves cosplay, and his everyday macho masc hunter presentation is just as much cosplay to him as his/her femme presentation for kink or relaxing around the bunker purposes is. Unlike the Ruby/Sam scenario, the amount of ordering and convincing Sam needs to actually do is zero. It's more like, Sam and Dean will get back to the bunker after a case and rather than watch a horror flick in the Dean cave on some nights, Dean'll be like

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Christmas Asks-

🛍️ = Grell and Madam Red

Platonic or romantic, either is fine!

Can do @vvyvernicus!!

"I don't think Anne would like something so flashy..."

It's December, the time of the year where the air is colder and smells like holly and gingerbread (if you're in the right place), the city is twinkling in Christmas cheer and small patches of ice and snow. This is also the time of month where people are doing their last minute Christmas shopping just like now.

Grelle Sutcliff, actress, icon for the LGBT community, and owner of Paint It Red the femme fetal inspired makeup brand she sells via social media and her own online shop, is standing outside a jewelry window staring at a beautiful diamond necklace on display in the most well off street in the city full of luxury stores and photo-perfect cafes and penthouse restaurants. Her green eyes roll as she sighs, "Ronnie, what do I do?" She look to the blond who holds a pretty pink bag that for sure holds something cute and fancy for his adorable red haired girlfriend and a black bag for his adorable serious boyfriend.

Ronald thinks. "Well, why wouldn't she like it? It seems on her brand. Plus they have a ruby one, so you can fit the red theme." He suggested. The man looks confused as Grelle groans loud a louder sigh and starts walking away, he follows her quickly. "This is our first Christmas together with both of us in good relationships. The first gift I give her has to be perfect! But if I give her something so flashy I might end up reminding her of her ex and I can't risk losing her." She rants, not slowing down for her friend.

As she said, this is the first relationship they have where it's rarely toxic. They met on set years ago where Grelle was auditioning for the the role of the fun and mysterious socialite Madam Red, a nickname her girlfriend gets called still to this day, in the hit show Black Butler. They became fast friends and got along well on and off set, even joking how their characters were clearly in love with each other often. During the run of Madam Red's role she was dating and even engaged to a fellow actor playing Lord Harold West Jeb in the show and Grelle was dating her co-star Sebastian Michaelis, but the two grew closer by the minute with Madam Red even moving into Grelle's apartment and helping her career as a manager of sorts. But as the show progress into the second season, Madam Red's and Jeb's relationship fiddled in a burning fire after he was caught cheating with the young influencer actress Mina. And by the beginning of season three Grelle's and Sebastian's relationship ended after Grelle's worry of how serious they are. But, recently, the girls have been growing much closer and are now a couple just like they jokingly predicted their characters years ago.

The snow crunch under red heels and leather brown shoes as the pair walk side by side. Sharp green eyes glance around at the shops in eager determination. Ronald picked up his step to try and keep up with his friend, "Well, I'm sure she'll love anything you give her! I mean you two are literally the same soul and mind." Grelle sighs in response, worry still lingering in her vocal chords, I know Ronnie, I'm just worried and stressed. How do you manage to know what to buy for your partners?" Ronald smiles sheepishly, his cheeks a happy honey glow, he speaks in a calming and smitten tone, "I just know. They don't really like gifts anyways so it's kind of easy."

Right as her friend said that, Grelle look at a shop window at a crimson red rose gown with lace and flow to it. It was a perfect mix of elegance and fun just like Red. She smiles brightly as she rushes to the window, watching in almost perfect time as the worker of the shop place a ruby and gold earring and necklace set beside the mannequin wearing the dress. She imagines her beloved at a party wearing the gown and jewelry with a joyous smile, her heart swells imagining the way her red lipstick covered lips stretching in a blissful smile.

"It's perfect."

[girlbob-boypants]

The equal yet opposite force to the (apparently respected) lesbian fujoshi is a gay man who ships femslash by EXCLUSIVELY calling Ruby Rose x Barbara Blondegirl looking characters the peak of butch x femme pairings

[matchagator]

Hustlers: Cyber Flight

What happens when the famous femme fatale trio splits up for an international flight? High stakes lead to animosity, sexual tension, and a trip to the mile-high club.

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Park Jimin/Original Female Character, Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character(s)

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Alternate Universe - Hustlers/ Con artists

{Word Count:} 10k

{Warning} Sexual Content, Drugging, Mature Language, Manipulation, Mild Violence, Sexual Harassment, and Alcohol

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Hustlers Episode Order:

Episode 1: Sin City

Episode 2: Pink Diamond

Episode 3: Cyber Flight

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Big Fish: Kim Seokjin

Location: Flight from California to Japan

The warm glow of the early morning dawn crept from behind the low hanging clouds, casting a golden hue through the large glass windows of the airport terminal. Emmy was perched comfortably against the ledge of the window that hugged the carpeted floors. Her carry-on suitcase was nestled between her legs as she peered around at the crowded seating of their assigned gate. She wasn’t expecting such a busy flight, and only hoped that this wouldn’t become a hiccup in their plans as they awaited the commencement of the boarding process. 

Her blue hues flickered across the various other passengers presumably flying to Japan, settling upon the familiar sight of Jade walking across with two coffees in her hands with her phone pressed between her shoulder and her ear. 

“Yeah, we’re gonna board in a few minutes.” Jade spoke into her phone as she extended one of the coffees as an offering for the youngest. Emmy accepted the beverage happily as the warmth of the cup heated her chilled fingers from the cold airport terminal. As she brought the lid to her lips to take a sip, she heard Jade chuckle as the eldest brunette plopped down beside her. “You should have been there, Ruby. Emmy got felt-up at security.” 

Emmy narrowed her stare toward Jade, who was still laughing at the memory of Emmy getting searched after setting off one of the metal detectors. “Shut up.” She hissed, grumbling to herself as she sunk into the comfort of her baggy sweater. It was already bad enough that she was the one being forced to travel to Japan with Jade, the other knowing very well that she was an anxious flier. Now they were gonna tease her for the incident at security? 

Emmy rolled her eyes as she stretched out her legs in front of her, enjoying the open space of the airport considering she’d be trapped in the confinements of an eleven hour flight. 

“I’ll text you when we leave.” Jade added before hanging up the phone with the brawn of their group. Jade tucked her device into her pocket as she took a gulp of coffee, hoping the caffeine would help wake her up for the tasks at hand. “Ruby said have a fun flight.” Jade grinned maliciously at the youngest, seeing her annoyance clearly plastered on her features, knowing her travel anxiety was most likely poking around her brain. 

“Sure, thanks.” Emmy huffed sarcastically as she took another sip of her coffee. 

Jade glanced around the terminal, seeing  a variety of families preparing for a long flight with their children, couples strolling hand in hand, and business men preparing for their typical commutes for meetings. The sign hanging above each gate scrolled with LED text of various domestic and international flights. She found the sign above their gate, grinning excitedly as she noticed the text displaying Tokyo, Japan. While there were hidden intentions behind their sudden international flight, she was also looking forward to spending a night or two in the foreign city before returning home with hopefully another large score. 

She picked at the sleeve wrapped around her coffee cup, scanning their surroundings as she noticed a tall man with dark fluffy hair hanging just above a small pair of metal glasses framing his eyes. He had a pair of over-the-ear headphones wrapped around his neck, a plain black sweater and sweatpants adorning his body as he pulled along his carry-on behind him. 

Jade instantly recognized him as Kim Seokjin, a computer software engineer that was working on a revolutionary coding software, rumored to be valued at a million dollars. Seokjin was traveling to Japan to meet with a potential buyer with the program in hand. While Emmy and Ruby weren’t knowledgeable about technology, Jade knew this was an easy score if she could manage to hack his computer system and copy the program onto one of her own hard drives. She knew the perfect buyer who would pay big money to get their hands on this software, knowing even just a copy of it would be beneficial to altering the graphics and programming of any operating system. 

Jade gently nudged Emmy’s shoulder, shifting her eyes toward the needy, yet handsome man approaching the hostess counter. “That’s him.” Jade spoke beneath her breath, watching as Emmy glanced up at the unsuspecting college student. 

“Him?” Emmy cocked an eyebrow as she watched him stumble to retrieve his ticket from the satchel draped across his shoulders. “Yeah, this one is all yours.” While Emmy was skilled with elaborate dramatics and flirtatious manipulations, schmoozing a techy wasn’t up to her skill set and she was happy to pass on the responsibility to the brains of their group. Not to mention, she was already preoccupied with simply making it through the lengthy flight. 

Jade rolled her eyes, shaking her head gently as she focused in on their conversation. “I managed to hack the website and snag the seat directly beside him. Shouldn't be too difficult to copy the program given the close contact.” She whispered, thankful that they had chosen to sit away from the crowds of waiting passengers. 

“Fantastic.” Emmy groaned, not thrilled to know that she was going to need to manage the flight by herself. 

The sound of the intercom echoed through the large building as a voice announced the preparations for flight 5260, reporting the beginning of boarding for any military personnel or passengers needing special assistance onto the aircraft. Emmy breathed in as the nerves returned, fiddling with the printed ticket in her pocket as she pulled out the paper to glance at her boarding section. 

Thankfully, Seokjin was flying business class which meant they would have relatively comfortable quarters for their lengthy travels. She adjusted the straps of her backpack as she rolled her carry-on suitcase closer to her, watching as only a few people approached the gate for boarding. 

“We will now begin loading zone A and zone B.” 

Jade pushed off her heels as she stood from their perch on the window ledge, glancing back toward Emmy. “Zone B, that’s us.” 

Jade led the way with her ticket in hand, watching as Emmy slowly followed behind her. Her eyes found Seokjin standing by the hostess as she granted him entry onto the aircraft, watching him disappear into the passenger boarding bridge. “Just focus on getting through the flight. I’ll text you if I need anything.” Jade whispered toward her partner in crime, Emmy huffing in amusement. 

“Oh trust me, I’d do anything to distract myself from this stupid flight.” Emmy grumbled in annoyance, ready to settle in her seat and take a long nap to avoid as much of the flight as humanly possible. 

Jade adjusted the strands of her My Hero Academia hoodie, wearing it purposefully as a possible conversation starter with Seokjin, knowing they both shared an interest in the japanese anime. She had on a comfortable pair of leggings to help show off some of her form beneath the bulky piece of clothing since she would need to take Emmy’s typical role of charming and distracting their target. 

The girls approached the gate, holding out their boarding passes as the stewardess passed them beneath the scanner, a series of small gentle tones granting them access to the aircraft. Jade followed the path of the bridge as they approached the loud hum of the plane’s engine at the end of the walkway. A different stewardess and the captain stood proudly at the entrance of the aircraft, welcoming passengers as they entered the vessel, eager for their early morning flight to commence. 

Jade smiled shyly, nodding her head gently as she lifted her carry-on up the small step onto the plane from the passenger bridge. “Good morning.” 

Jade shuffled past the select first class cabins as she approached a relatively large business class section located toward the front of the spacious aircraft. She entered their designated section, noticing three columns of pods set up in pairs. Each pod contained two seats as the arrangement repeated all the way back towards the economy section of the plane. Jade glanced down at her ticket, spotting that her seat was in row six, seat B. 

She carefully moved forward, sticking toward the right aisle as she ventured back to find that Seokjin was already comfortably settled against the window on his side of the small pod. The seats were quite lavish, resembling lounge chairs with more than adequate leg room that allowed easy access to both the window and aisle seat. Each section of the pod had its own flatscreen television screen and small counter that could also serve as a tabletop for meals. The pod had a small removable screen that could be raised or lowered between the top section of the lounge chairs to provide extra privacy, leaving only an opening on the lower half that acted as a small personal aisle for whoever was sharing the spacious set up.

Jade quickly lowered the handle of her carry-on suitcase as she set her personal bag onto her aisle seat, ducking down to pick up the bag as she reached for the overhead compartments. As she attempted to push the bag back into the designated storage space, she pushed off of her tiptoes, hoping the extra boost would accommodate the height she needed to successfully store her baggage. 

She didn’t notice the small grunt of effort that escaped her lips as a hand reached up to help push in her bag the remainder of the way. “Here, let me.” 

Jade’s eyes shot over toward the voice, finding that Seokjin had risen from his seat to provide her a helping hand. This was it; her opportunity to make a great first impression. “Oh, thanks. I really appreciate it.” She beamed, offering her brightest smile as the tall man beside her seemed to glance over her figure. 

“No problem.” He responded casually, offering her a handsome smile as he brushed a hand through his hair to adjust the strands away from hanging just above his eyes. “Fan of My Hero?” He asked curiously, pointing gently towards her hoodie as he tucked himself back in the confinement of their pod to allow her to enter and free up the aisle way. 

“What?” Jade followed his gesture down towards her chest, noticing the graphic print as her cheek flushed a soft crimson. “Oh, yeah, I am.” She answered plainly, smiling as she lowered herself into the leather cushion that would be her seat for the remainder of the flight. She grabbed her drawstring bag, moving to place it beside her as she turned her attention back toward their target. “You?”

On the opposite end of the plane, Emmy ventured toward the left aisle of the aircraft, seeking out her seat in the twelfth row.  She made quick work of placing her luggage in the overhead compartment before slipping her backpack off her shoulders to sneak into her pod, moving to the seat located directly against the window. 

She let a large sigh escape her lips as she sunk onto the seat, placing her backpack on her lap as she quickly rummaged through to retrieve a few items to help her get comfortable. She pulled out a thin blanket alongside her phone and airpods before zipping up the bag and placing it underneath the seat of the pod in front of her. 

She placed her items on the small tabletop beside her as she anxiously located the safety belt, quickly fastening it around her hips to make her feel slightly more secure. She was thankful for the loose off the shoulder sweater that adorned her torso and leggings as it kept her from feeling very constricted beneath the strap of the seatbelt. She took another deep breath, adjusting the settings of the air vents pointing in her direction before she heard an eerily familiar voice. 

“Is this seat taken?” 

Emmy blinked, glancing up to find the cocky grin of none other than Jeon Jungkook peering down at her. She felt her heart sink into her stomach. It was bad enough that she was stuck on a plane for eleven hours and now Jungkook of all people showed up in the seat directly beside her, sharing her pod. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” She hissed, shifting her torso sideways to face him as she watched him place his luggage away. He was draped in an oversized plain gray t-shirt, a pair of cargo pants hanging at his hips with a black bucket hat camouflaging his messy morning hair. 

He chuckled as he took his seat, also retrieving something from his backpack before placing it away. “And here I thought you’d be happy to see me.” 

Emmy couldn’t fight back her annoyance as she slapped him across the shoulder, narrowing her piercing stare. “Are you stalking me?”

Jungkook laughed at the absurdity of her comment, enjoying how riled up she was becoming from just his presence alone. “Relax, baby girl.” He grinned as he leaned closer to her, thrilled to see her become flustered and back away from him. “I had no idea I’d be stuck beside you for eleven hours.”

“Oh, you’re the one stuck?” Emmy rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms, huffing in exasperation as she peered across the plane towards the vicinity of Jade and Seokjin. If Jungkook was here, that must mean that either Jimin or Taehyung were also lurking around the aircraft. What was the likelihood that he’d be traveling alone and to Japan of all places? “Just stay on your side and leave me the hell alone. Got it?” She flashed a false smile as she turned toward the television screen in front of her, determined to ignore him to the best of her ability. 

“Whatever you say, Baby girl.” Jungkook ran his tongue against the piercing that decorated his bottom lip, turning his attention back to getting settled in for the flight. 

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Jungkook was thoroughly entertained as he tapped his fingertips against the surface of the counter between himself and Emmy. The aircraft was making its way toward the runway and the brunette sitting beside him was audibly taking deep breaths as she clutched the arms of her seat. He leaned forward to catch her attention, “Wanna hold my hand?” He offered with a teasing grin as he held out his open palm. 

She concentrated on her breathing, letting air blow from her rounded lips as she pensively glanced in his direction. Her cheeks became flushed as she swatted his hand away, looking back in front of her to avoid his condescending mannerisms. “Fuck off.” She hissed at the end of her exhale. 

He practically giggled to see her so nervous despite her usually calm and cool facade. He relaxed more in his seat, enjoying her suffering especially after the incident where she caused him to get manhandled by Jennie’s security. The plane was lined up for take off, pausing to set up the next phase of their departure. “You better hold tight. This next part can get bumpy.”

Her head didn’t turn in response to his statement, but he noticed the widening of her eyes as her knuckles turned white from clutching onto the seat so tightly. Jungkook quietly cackled as he rested his head back and felt the vibrations of the plane’s engines roar. The aircraft pulled forward, the wheels spinning faster and faster as it traveled across the runway until finally lifting from the ground with wind beneath the wings. 

Emmy gasped, closing her eyes as she instinctively reached for something more comfortable to hold onto and gripped onto Jungkook’s hand. He let the moment pass, waiting until the plane leveled out before observing her reaction when she realized she was holding his hand for dear life. He smirked to himself as her breathing came out in mild huffs while the strength of her fingers relaxed around his palm. 

She finally opened her eyes and regrettably looked out the window beside her to find them up in the clouds. She groaned as it occurred to her that she was officially trapped on this flying tin can for hours on end with the bane of her existence. “You know when I said hold tight, I didn’t mean me.” Jungkook bit his lip with a playful gleam in his eye.

Emmy slowly craned her neck to look down at their hands locked together and nearly ripped away from him like his touch scorched her. “Just a lapse in judgment. It won’t happen again.”

He clicked his tongue happily, “Sure, whatever you say.” He licked his lips, leaning into the slight barrier between them. “Anyone ever tell you your hands are really soft?” 

She crossed her arms over her chest, tucking her hands in the crook of her arms as she tried to close herself off from any more interactions with Jungkook. 

Time seemed to slowly tick by as only the sound of the airplane soaring through the sky filled the space. The silence caused Emmy’s mind to race as she wondered how torturous the duration would be. Maybe she could sleep? Her gaze flickered toward Jungkook. Okay, maybe sleeping wouldn’t be a good idea. 

Jungkook pressed his lips together as he thought of something to keep the woman beside him engaged. He loved riling her up and hoped that by doing so would make time go faster as his partner in crime worked his magic. “So I think you owe me an apology for the stunt you pulled last time we met…” He suggested, giving her the floor to continue this conversation in a direction that was in his favor. 

“Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone?” She scowled, tucking her body further into the cushions of her seat.

So maybe things wouldn’t go his way. Jungkook pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “I was only trying to help distract you since you seem on edge.” Even though that was only partially true. 

She narrowed her eyes at him, her features scrunched with distaste. “I don’t need your help. I’ll be just fine.” She leaned forward to grab her carry-on and dug through the pockets for her cell phone and airpods. She swiftly moved to place the buds in the cavity of her ear before placing her carryon back on the floor in front of her. She smiled falsely at Jungkook as she waved her phone around then searched for her music playlist to promptly ignore the world around her. 

Jungkook peered at her, irritated with the dramatic performance of her shifting her body to turn away from him as she tried to ignore his presence completely. “Whatever.” He muttered, following her grand gesture to do the same. The flight would be long and he would have his chance to see the steam spew from her ears later. 

A little over an hour later and Jungkook could see Emmy was struggling to get comfortable, fidgeting every which way to endure the rest of the flight in peace. He contemplated his actions a moment, running his tongue across the front of his teeth before inevitably pressing the attendant button. 

Jungkook pulled his earpods off as a beautiful stewardess strutted down the aisle toward his seat. Her smile beamed with the contrast of her red lipstick as she bowed to meet his eyes. “How can I help you?” 

He hummed, flickering over her tight uniform before returning her enthusiasm with a charming smile. “Would it be possible to get a couple of Jack Daniel’s for me and my…girlfriend?” He subtly gestured towards the female sitting beside him, who continued to shift about in her seat. 

The stewardess nodded eagerly, “Of course. I’ll bring those to you shortly.” She straightened her posture, adjusting the fabric of her pencil skirt as she moved back towards the front of the plane into the galley to fulfill his drink order. Jungkook made sure to lean into the aisle to watch her leave, taking in the sight of her ass jiggling under the simple uniform. 

He sat back with a content sigh as his gaze found the erratic brunette, pouting as she groaned in frustration. He only chuckled as she forced the complimentary pillow against the wall of the plane and rested her head while forcing her eyes shut. It didn’t take much longer for the attendant to return with two small glasses of whiskey, offering them to Jungkook with a generous smile. “Thank you.” He sent her off with a wink, feeling pride when her cheeks became flushed.

He waited til she was back toward the front of the plane then proceeded to nudge Emmy’s shoulder with the cup of alcohol. She lifted her head, her brow raising in question as she eyed the drink. She pulled a bud from her ear, “Is it drugged?” 

She slowly took the beverage in her hand, inspecting it as Jungkook scoffed. “Wow, do you think so little of me?” He was mostly teasing, but he could understand her hesitation since they rarely had any civil encounters. “Consider it a peace offering…” Her gaze met his, noticing him holding the drink up to clink against hers. “A toast to our new friendship?”

She looked at him sternly, features rigid with distrust, but his boyish smile softened some of the edges and she slowly reached up to clink her Jack Daniel with his. “I guess.” She vaguely agrees, making it clear that she still didn’t fully trust him, but she was willing to make amends during this excruciating flight. He then brought the drink to his lips and gulped down the harsh liquid, encouraging Emmy to do the same. 

She tilted the whiskey to flow slowly down her throat, letting the alcohol warm her insides and dull her worries of air travel. She completely downed the drink and coughed as the burn swelled in her esophagus. “I’m gonna need another one.” She proclaimed, knowing the buzz would make her anxiety diminish and help her relax. Jungkook was eager to order the refill. 

Once Emmy was finished with her second drink of whiskey, Jungkook decided to gauge her attitude. “How you feeling?”

Emmy adjusted her shoulders, feeling slightly more relaxed as the warmth of the Jack Daniels held her in a tight embrace. “A little better, I think it needs to go through my system a little bit.” She acknowledged, praying the alcohol will lull her to sleep once it finally sets in. 

“If you want, I have a few ideas on how to keep you distracted…” His gaze was highly suggestive as he wiggled his eyebrows along with his vague proposal.

She groaned, tossing her head back dramatically. “Is that all you think about?”

“Please…I’m not V. I also think about money.” He said matter of factly. 

She giggled, “Oh look, something we have in common.” She could feel the whiskey doing its work as she leaned her chin onto her palm and melted against the barrier placed between them. “What else do you think about?” She hoped the question would take him in a direction that wasn’t sexual.

Apparently, Jungkook had different plans. “Your tits.” He said it so easily, that she almost didn’t catch what he said. When it finally registered, she smacked his arm and called him an ass. “What? It’s true! Best lap dance I ever had.” Ah shit, seems like the whiskey is starting to take its toll on him as well. 

She hummed with amusement, unable to stop the genuine smile from spreading over her face at his compliment. “Really?”

He leaned against the same barrier, letting his face hover just inches from hers as he looked into her eyes. “Yeah. You know what my favorite part was?” Being so close to her had something deep in his gut stirring as he replayed the intimate, but slightly aggressive moment between them. She made a small noise of curiosity in the back of her throat, leaning forward just a smidge with interest. “When you let me touch you…I loved it when I put my hands over your pretty fucking nipples and felt them get hard.” Jungkook felt his length pulse at the memory, wishing to hear her sweet moans from his touch. 

Emmy’s arms bristled with goosebumps from the depth of his whisper. She bit her lip as the haze of whiskey and lust swirled her mind. Her gaze fixated on his delicateable lips, reminiscing from the kiss they shared just before she framed him for sexual assault and coercion. She broke free from the hypnotizing view of his lip piercing nestled against the welcoming flesh of his smile. “As I recall, they weren’t the only thing that got hard…” Her irises danced with mischief as she playfully smirked.

“Oh, baby girl. You have no idea.” He moaned, his member twitching as his blood ran straight to his groin. He boldly leaned across the surface, caressing her lips with his own as he savored the miniscule gasp she inhaled from his actions. He could feel her start to pull away and quickly reached his hand into the tresses of her hair, bringing her forward again as he devoured her taste. 

The subtle movement of his lips, trying to coax her into returning his affections caused Emmy to melt into his whisky flavored kiss. As her body relaxed from their position, she broke away to catch her breath before he continued to smother her to reclaim the air from her lungs. She pushed back when she felt a burning sensation in her chest from the lack of oxygen and gained a moment of clarity in the fog of sexual tension. Jungkook chased after her mouth, but her delicate fingers kept him at a distance. “I don’t think friends are supposed to kiss like that.”

She was trying to set the boundaries again, knowing that the relationship between them wouldn’t be anything more than a simple fling. While the comment was lighthearted, it was intended to make the male pursuing her hold back. Jungkook panted with impatience, brushing her hand from his chest as he reached out to cup her cheek. “Fuck being friends.” He muttered, surging forward to steal another taste.

A startled squeak escaped her throat as Jungkook staked his claim, setting her body on fire with desire as if he were pillaging for all her worth. Her head tilted to get better access to the hints of mint and alcohol from his lips, letting the hinges of her jaw relax. Jungkook sensed the compliant mannerisms of her body and timidly pushed his tongue along the seam of her lips, tickling the soft flesh for permission. 

Instead of gaining entrance, Jungkook was surprised to feel the flicks of her tongue run across the metal of his piercing. He chuckled, breaking the kiss for a moment to see her cheeks flushed and eyes barely open to seek his presence now that his lips were absent. “I want to touch you.” He said, waiting to see her reaction. His hands were desperate to feel her just as they did at the strip club.

Emmy took slow methodical breaths, her eyes fluttering open from his statement as she processed the indirect request. She finally sat up, brows furrowed and eyes wide, “We can’t there’s people everywhere.” She used her hand to gesture toward the passengers seated around them, concerned with the idea of getting caught. No matter how horny she was, she was not willing to flash a cabin full of people. 

Jungkook peered away from her to assess the area. “Most people are asleep.” He shrugged, turning back to charm her with his handsome smile. “I promise we won’t get caught. I just need to touch you.” He tentatively placed his hand on her thigh, caressing the soft fabric of her leggings. He leaned in close, brushing his lips across hers. “Let me make you feel good.” 

She leaned away from the caress of his mouth as it hovered closely. “I don’t think so.” A small bout of turbulence jostled the place and its passengers, making Emmy nervous as she gripped onto the comfort of her chair. 

Jungkook peered around the cabin, noticing the other passengers were still resting despite the slight bump in the ride. “Come on, barely anyone noticed that turbulence and it’ll be a great distraction.” He flicked his tongue over the metal of his piercing, observing the way Emmy followed the motions of the muscle. “You don’t even have to do anything. Just sit there and enjoy it.” He smiled, showing off the pure glimmer of his enamel with the soft demeanor of his facial features. He reached up, cupping her cheek as he guided her to lean in closer. He dragged his thumb across her bottom lip, gaze fixated on the flesh he wished to devour. ”Please?”

Emmy could only hope he couldn’t hear the way her heart beat against her chest, falling into the heat of his stare as every fiber of her being screamed to indulge in such a salacious act. She timidly kissed the pad of his thumb as it continued to stroke the soft flesh of her lip. “Okay.” She whispered, accepting the fates that seemed hellbent on them letting their frustrations out on each other.  

The devilish grin that morphed over his handsome smile was a clear indication that she would regret this, but she already agreed to whatever torture he planned and was curious to see the results. His touch left her feeling empty as he reached behind his back to pull the complimentary seat pillow for his comfort and placed it over her lap. He then proceeded to bring her in close so that he could reach beneath the cushion despite the small surface placed between them. 

Her eyes were wide with shock as he fiddled with the seam of her bottoms, dipping his fingers past the waistband and following the fabric of her underwear. She clutched onto the pillow over her lap, pressing down against his lingering hand. “What are you doing?” She hissed quietly, stunned that he so boldly went beneath her clothing without any hesitation. 

He didn’t respond right away as he concentrated on exploring the landscape between her thighs, feeling accomplished when he found a collection of moisture on the thin material of her panties. “Damn, you’re already wet…” He pressed his digits against her, watching as she arched from the pressure of  his fingers. “Better keep quiet, baby girl.” He whispered, finally pushing the fabric away from his destination and caressing the pad of his index finger over her clit. 

A gasp escaped her lips, reaching to cling to his arm that stretched over the small counter space as he touched her so intimately. Her heart rate picked up exceedingly as he gently traced circles around the tender bud, eliciting small reactions of her body. “Fuck…” She exhaled, holding in the noises that wished to protrude from her vocal chords. 

Jungkook used his unoccupied hand to guide her chin, forcing her to look in his direction before stealing her lips in a lustful kiss. His flesh melted with hers, keeping her soft whimpers at bay while he increased the speed of his affections. She sighed against his mouth, relieved that she didn't need to work as hard to stay quiet in such a risky location. She could feel him pulling away and sought the feeling of his lips on her. “Think you can handle more?” He asked, smirking when he noticed the intoxication of the alcohol and desire completely overtaking her. 

In the thick fog of euphoria she was feeling from his fingers, Emmy took a moment to respond to his question. Part of her wasn’t sure what he had in mind and was worried of the consequences; the other part wanted to find out. She nodded her head, reaching to bring him back to her lips as the muscles of her thighs gave in.

He seized his opportunity, diving beyond her throbbing clit until his fingers were surrounded by the dripping walls of her pussy. He swallowed her moan, hoping to remain inconspicuous as he fucked an orgasm out of her with only his hand. He pressed his palm down against the juncture, creating friction over the bundle of nerves. “Be a good little slut and cum for me, okay?” He breathed across her lips, fighting his hormones as blood tried to rush to his groin. 

He moved his hand faster, the pacing becoming hard to manage as her nails dug into the flesh of his arms and her legs squeezed around his hand. The rapid sensations of his fingers stroked deep within her, sending pleasure through her body. Jungkook kept working as he felt her walls convulse around his digits, hoping to have her reach her orgasm as soon as possible. 

Soft thuds on the floor caught his attention as he glanced up to see the stewardess making her way down the aisle. She moved slowly, checking on every guest as she traveled down the rows to ensure their inflight needs were met. Jungkook focused back on Emmy, watching her slowly unravel as she climbed to the peak. His muscles began to strain as he pressed into her more aggressively, coaxing her to finish. “Come on, cum for me. I wanna feel you.” Her pussy clenched around his fingers in response to his filthy mouth. “You’re so tight. It feels amazing.”

Emmy leaned her head back against the seat as her vision went white in rapture. Her body shuddered as Jungkook stimulated her through her orgasm, collecting the rush of liquid that pooled from her uterus. She panted in exhaustion as he pulled his hand from within her leggings and tucked it away from view as the stewardess approached them.

 “Was there anything I could help you with?” She smiled at Jungkook and then glanced at Emmy, her gaze becoming wide. “Are you alright?” Emmy was basically left in shambles after the explicit actions Jungkook imposed between her legs, gasping for air with a pale and balmy complexion. 

Jungkook just smiled like the cat who ate the canary. “She’s fine. She’s just not comfortable with flying.”

Emmy would have been blushing if her blood didn’t have to travel up her body . The stewardess seemed unsure how to proceed and just continued to smile with hospitality. “Well, just let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.” She then moved past their seats, stepping through the cabin to check on the rest of the passengers. 

Jungkook glanced back, biting the chuckle that threatened to dance from his throat, but was rudely assaulted by the firm hand of Emmy, slapping his chest. “Ow!” He winced, rubbing the bruised spot as he met her glare.

“We almost got caught.” She snapped, feeling her body’s heat even out as the effects of her orgasm faded. 

He finally laughed despite himself, “Almost got caught. That’s the key word.”

She rolled her eyes, huffing dramatically as she clutched the pillow on her lap and slapped it against his chest. “You can have this. I’ll be back” She unbuckled her seat belt and slipped past Jungkook to reach the aisle, quickly climbing over his lap to retreat to the restroom. The moisture between her thighs was uncomfortable, keeping her legs close together as she walked so that she wouldn’t continue to ruin the fabric of her panties with her essence. 

Jungkook happily clicked his tongue, biting his bottom lip as he watched the brunette’s ass. He could feel the swell of his dick beneath his jeans and wanted nothing more than to continue to bring her pleasure in more creative ways. He imagined her moans and physical reactions without a barrier between them. He wasn’t sure if he would ever get a chance to see her again, but his curiosity to feel her wrapped around his cock had him reeling. He wondered how much more he could get away with in this very long flight.

—

Whilst the youngest was distracted with her nemesis, Jade found herself sitting comfortably in business class beside the handsome computer engineer that seemed to take a liking to her.  What began with him giving her a hand with her luggage turned into a long-winded conversation about various anime, video games, and conspiracy theories as they passed the time of the voyage, engaging in friendly communication. 

Jade fiddled with the swizzle stick of her coffee as she perched her cheek against her palm; elbow resting against the center console between herself and Seokjin as he passionately explained the latest fan theory of one of their favorite series. Jade’s eyes shimmered with interest, flashing him a few looks of agreement as he dissected every detail of the latest episode. 

What Jade didn’t know was that in the seat directly behind her sat Jungkook’s partner in crime. The boy's very own tech guru was eavesdropping on her lengthy conversation with Seokjin. Jimin was laid back in his seat, his legs crossed comfortably as he indulged in his own choice of beverage. He was comfortably tucked into an oversized hoodie, the hood camouflaging his appearance as he kept to himself, listening in on every sentence shared between Seokjin and Jade in front of him. 

He had a small listening device planted between their two pods, making it easy for him to keep a headphone tucked in his ear while he flipped through a magazine as if keeping himself busy. 

“You know, there are 10 types of people in the world: those who understand binary, and those who don't.” Jimin’s expression fell cold, unable to hide the judgment from his eyes as he heard Jade try to impress Seokjin with such a ridiculous joke. What made it worse was that Seokjin was laughing beside her, thoroughly amused by her cringe worthy charm, causing Jimin to roll his eyes with a huff. While he also understood the context behind the computer based joke, he couldn’t believe that Jade’s weak attempts to flirt were actually working on this supposed genius. 

“You’re a funny one.” Seokjin grinned, turning even more of his attention onto Jade as they dove into conversations of the best hardware to have for specific video games. 

Jimin sunk into his seat, shaking his head as he took another sip of his expresso. “This is fucking torture.” He groaned beneath his breath.

He could only hope Jungkook was having a better time than he was, sitting up in his seat and unfastening his buckle as he decided to take a quick trip to the restroom to stretch his legs. As he stood in the aisle, adjusting his hoodie over his head, his stare scanned the various rows of pods until he located Jungkook sitting in the aisle farther behind him on the opposite side of the plane. 

His eyes widened as he noticed Jungkook’s lips latched onto Emmy’s, stunned to find his younger partner liplocked with the woman who so easily got him arrested back in California. He couldn’t make out much, except for Jungkook hunched over the center console between the two seats, Emmy equally as invested in their close contact as they fiddled about with a pillow provided from the airline. 

“Slut.” Jimin sighed, expecting this kind of behavior from Taehyung, which was exactly the reason he wasn’t chosen to partake in this hustle. Jimin knew that Jungkook and Emmy had a history when it came to trying to one up the other, however he hadn’t expected them to be indulging in lustful desires while on an international flight to Japan. 

Jimin made his way back towards the restroom as he crossed paths with the stewardess that was beginning to make her rounds through the aisle. 

As Jade and Seokjin continued their conversation and hopeless flirting, the stewardess stopped beside them, peering beyond the overhead compartments. “Can I get you anything?” She offered kindly with a hospitable smile plastered on her face. 

“Actually…” Seokjin shifted in his seat, tugging his wallet from inside the back pocket of his clothing, retrieving his credit card before reaching over Jade to hand it off. “Could I get a black coffee?” He smiled as he adjusted the frame of his glasses, noticing that Jade’s cup was almost empty. “And one for the lady, please.” He added, flashing Jade a handsome smile. 

Jade felt a blush crawl onto her features, not used to being the one to receive kind gestures from men to gain her favor. “Thank you.” She spoke quietly, admiring the way Seokjin’s fluffy hair hung just above his eyes. 

“My pleasure.” Seokjin turned his attention toward the bag nestled underneath the seat in front of him, tugging against the zipper to open the main compartment and retrieve his laptop. As Jade adjusted in her seat to finish off the last few sips of her coffee, Seokjin was busy opening his device to check his latest emails.

It didn’t take long for the stewardess to return with a silver tray complete with two hot mugs of coffee with a side of cream and sugar. While Seokjin was busy typing away, Jade took the opportunity to recieve the tray from the stewardess and set it on the counter space between them. 

She glanced over at Seokjin who seemed focused on an email he pulled up, his eyes squinting as he read the small text. Jade skimmed it briefly to see that it was from the investors in Japan. Since he was distracted, she felt it was the perfect opportunity to execute the first part of her plan to swipe his software program, knowing it would be a lot easier to download if Seokjin was fast asleep. 

“Cream or sugar?” She offered the man beside her as she tucked a small pill vial between her ring and pinky finger. 

He smiled in her direction momentarily before glancing back over his email. “One spoon of sugar please. Thank you.” His attention was back on his screen. Jade moved quickly, spooning in one serving of the white substance. She monitored Seokjin like a hawk, snapping the small vile open as she quickly rotated her hand to grip around the rim of the cup. 

“Here you go.” She smiled sheepishly, still playing off the timid demeanor as she turned her attention back to her mug, letting the empty vile slide out from her fingers and between her seat cushion and the wall of her pod. 

Seokjin finished up with his email, shutting his laptop closed as he turned his attention back to Jade to continue their casual discussion. Meanwhile, Jimin was returning from the bathroom, eyeing the older brunette as he noticed her slick movements to drug Seokjin’s cup. He swiftly moved back to his seat knowing Jade was planning on making her move the moment the sleeping pill would take effect on her poor unsuspecting victim. 

—

Emmy splashed water over her face, gasping as the cool liquid soothed her flush skin. She steadied herself on the small sink within the aircraft’s restroom and looked at her own reflection as droplets streamed down her cheeks. “I can’t believe you just did that…” She muttered to herself, realizing that she let Jungkook play with her like a marionette. She found herself in plenty of situations just as promiscuous, but they always resulted in a score. This time, it was simply for her own pleasure and nothing else. “You can’t trust him.” She reminded herself, even though they agreed on a truce.

She plucked a napkin from the compartment beside the mirror, patting her hands dry with the thin paper before collecting the remaining water from her face. She tossed the soggy napkin in the waste bin, sighing as she unlatched the lock on the lavatory door. Before she was able to slide it open, it was forced by someone else’s hand. She was startled by the intrusion and the unexpected presence of Jungkook standing just beyond the barrier. 

She wasn’t allowed a moment to speak as he pushed her further into the restroom, making sure to lock the door behind them. Emmy was uncomfortable with the proximity she had with the public toilet and the tall frame of the invading male. “What are you doing?” She hissed, thoroughly annoyed that he only moved to bring her in closer to his body, dipping down to steal a kiss. 

When she jerked her head away, he groaned as he pressed his hips to hers, grinding his hardened length against her thigh. “Isn’t it obvious?”

She narrowed her eyes, “Do you honestly think I’m gonna let you fuck me right now?” The blank stare he fixed her with told her that, yes, he did believe that. “You’re unbelievable.” She grunted, trying to push past him to escape the small space. 

“Come on, it’s a long flight and you owe me.” He caged her with his arms, pressing her back along the cabin wall, adjacent to the door. 

She scoffed,”I don’t owe you shit.” He practically begged her to let him between her legs and now he was treating it like some sort of sexual debt. “Use your hand for all I care.”

Jungkook cracked his jaw, irritated from the hard-on that was severely lacking attention and the fight with his little brunette. “I don’t mean it like that. I just mean, it would be nice if we could both get off…” He leaned down, brushing the tip of his nose along the bridge of hers. “Help me, help you.” He purred, letting his breath spiked with hints of whisky drift between their lips. 

The low timber of his voice dropping an octave as he seduced her with merely a whisper had her knees buckle while she could feel heat pooling back in her stomach. Her hands clutched the cotton of his shirt, trying to stay afloat in the crashing waves of building desire. His looming presence intoxicated her as he dipped down to place kisses along her shoulder blade, caressing the skin with his warmth and teasing her with subtle flicks of his tongue. 

Emmy melted into the wall, nearly crumbling to his feet as her body gave into his implications. “I hate you.” She tried to grit out, hoping he would retreat from the bite in her voice, but it only served to spur him on. 

Jungkook gathered her in his arms, twisting their positions so that he could perch her on the edge of the minimalistic sink. With her off the ground, he worked quickly to remove any garments that stood in the way of his destination before anything interrupted them. Emmy gasped as her naked skin touched the cool surface beneath her, but her noise was muffled by Jungkook’s lips. He cupped her face with his large hands, angling his hips against her exposed core as a teaser for what was to come in only a moment’s time. 

Their kiss broke apart when he tried to navigate the buckle of his belt, unlooping the leather from around his waist to proceed pulling his pants down and letting his firm dick slap against Emmy’s thigh. The warmth between her legs soothed the ache of his throbbing member as he adjusted their position, lifting one of her legs to wrap around his waist. He held her gaze as he pushed forward, the bulbous head prodding through her folds to seek her entrance. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He declared unashamed as he penetrated her center, savoring the stretch of her tight walls hugging his cock. Emmy wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close as he pushed further inside her uterus until he finally bottomed out. 

The slow drag of his length pulling out from deep within her had Emmy tossing her head back, smacking the crown of her skull against the mirror. “JK…” Her mouth hung open as a moan sang from her throat, threatening to disclose what the pair were up to in the plane’s lavatory. 

Jungkook stroked himself back into her warmth, cradling her neck to force her to look at him. “Gotta be quiet or you’ll get us in trouble.” He shushed her, gathering the sounds of her lips with his own as their mouths melted together in a swirl of passion. 

Emmy brought her other leg up, curling it around her waist to bring him deeper within her vagina as gentle cries echoed from her throat. “Harder. Fuck me harder.” 

Jungkook grunted, slipping his hands beneath her to hold her cheeks firmly in his palms. He picked up the pace, working to thrust his hips against her quivering body with the aid of his strength guiding her onto his dick. “That’s right, baby girl. Beg for it.” He could feel the muscles in his arms strain from the work he performed on her body back in their seats and leaned into the sink as he pummeled his cock into her clenching pussy. The mirror rattled from his motions as the power and speed of his hips wished to fuck her through the wall, seeking to release his frustrations. 

“Shit. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum.” He growled as he held her against him, her limbs barely holding on due to the force of his relentless motions. 

Emmy incoherently babbled as he used her like a rag doll, feeling her gush on his member while he continued to stroke himself with her velvet walls. His cock twitched wildly as he met his end, shooting ropes of hot cum inside her pussy and pushing it deeper with his engorged tip. He shuddered as the last bits of his orgasm oozed from the head of his length into her cervix before pulling out. 

He used a napkin to clean off the mixture of their juices from his dick and balls before abruptly pulling his pants back on. He panted as he fixed his belt, looping it back through his jeans as he admired Emmy in even worse condition from their previous sexcapades. Her legs hung limply off the counter, her core openly displaying the mess and abuse he put her through. He noticed the small trickle of cum seeping from her opening and bit his lip as he reached down to push the cum back inside with his fingers. 

Emmy groaned with protest, feeling sore and overstimulated from the two orgasms. Jungkook only chuckled, “Don’t want to make a mess now, do we?” He stroked his fingers gently against her walls, feeling pride when she clenched from his ministrations. He pulled them back out, checking to make sure that nothing was dripping from between her legs as he grabbed another paper towel. “Why don’t you clean up, and when you get back, I’ll have a drink for us?” He watched as she sluggishly nodded, making sure to swiftly leave the bathroom before it was obvious what they were doing in there. 

A few minutes later, Emmy was refreshed from being thoroughly fucked and wobbled through the cabin in search of her seat for much needed rest. She found Jungkook’s charming smile, sighing happily when she collapsed into her seat with ice water waiting for her on the small surface between their seats. “Thank you.” She whispered, unable to say much else. She gulped the drink, feeling severely parched from the combination of alcohol and sex. 

“No problem.” Jungkook returned, taking small sips of his drink while peering at the female beside him. She sighed as she sat the cup down, letting the cool liquid settle the heat from her body as they sat in silence. Her breathing became shallow, finding that exhaustion started to take its toll. Her eyes fluttered as she struggled to stay awake, but she soon lost the battle while Jungkook intently observed her relax into a drug induced sleep. “Sorry, baby girl. I can’t have any more distractions.” He finished the rest of his drink, settling into his seat now that he no longer had to worry about Emmy causing issues for him or his comrade. 

—-

On the opposite side of the plane, Seokjin was feeling his own effects of his drug laced coffee, fighting off sleep as he continued his conversation with Jade beside him. Their chatter circled around a variety of topics, discussing their opinions on a few conspiracy theories and plot points to upcoming episodes of an anime. 

His attentiveness dwindled as he slid into a drug-induced sleep, his head falling back against the plush headrest of his seat as his limbs equally dropped in exhaustion. Jade peered over at the sweet unsuspecting technology guru beside her, admiring the perfect chisel of his features as he snoozed into a forced slumber. 

The metal frame of his glasses hung just at the tip of his nose as soft puffs of air escaped his nostrils, his features softening into a peaceful rest as Jade gently nudged his arm to test his responsiveness. 

Luckily, she found the young computer genius to be unresponsive, allowing her to slip a small USB clip from her hoodie’s front pocket. She reached across the barrier between them, opening his laptop screen as she quickly plugged in the clip, typing away to initiate the process as she hacked through his security screening.

The device unlocked, initiating the sequencing process as Jade sat back in her seat , gently lowering the laptop screen to hide the evidence of her hustle just in time to avoid the gaze of the passing stewardess. She leaned back in her seat, finishing off the last of her coffee before reaching over to place the mug on the small counter, her eyes glancing back to see the progress of the download. 

The sudden sensation of objects pelting her skin caused Jade to glance up as pens and various small clutter emptied itself from a passenger’s bag who was attempting to stow their personal item in the overhead compartment. Her hands instinctively covered her head as she tried to aid them in retrieving their items, grunting as a water bottle tumbled against her head. 

“I’m so sorry, miss.” Jimin spoke, keeping his head lowered as he stepped into her pod to retrieve his fallen belongings. Jade’s eyes widened in shock at the audacity of this man invading her personal space without permission. 

She let out a scoff of irritation, moving to push the stranger away from her feet as he snapped his head up, unveiling his identity. Jade inhaled a sharp breath as she recognized Jimin’s familiar handsome features, his full lips and seductive eyes reminding her of their previous interaction back in California. She felt herself freeze as she tried to process his presence, annoyed by the smug look that invaded his expression. 

“Didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, did you?” Jimin flashed a flirtatious smile as his arms latched onto either side of her seat, blocking her in as he kneeled in front of her, bringing a finger up to her lips as she went to protest. “Ah ah ah, don’t make a scene.” He glanced back toward the aisle, watching as a stranger ventured past them toward the airplane lavatory, glancing down at the scene of Jimin attempting to collect his belongings from the ground.

Jade sat back in her seat, clenching her teeth as she bit back the urge to give Jimin a piece of her mind. What the hell was he doing here? And where was Emmy in all of this? Wasn’t she supposed to be her cover? Jade fidgeted in her chair, glancing back in an attempt to find Emmy’s pod on the opposite side of the plane. Unfortunately, given that Jimin was blocking her from standing and the other pods of the aircraft blocked her view, she wasn’t able to confirm the whereabouts of her younger comrade.

Once the attention was off of the pair, Jade leaned forward, hovering her face inches from Jimin as she gripped the fabric of his hoodie within her fingers. “What the hell are you doing?” She hissed, yanking him closer to her which only caused him to chuckle in amusement as he turned his attention toward the laptop that had clearly finished downloading the necessary data onto her small USB. 

Jimin turned his attention towards the device, planning out his attempt to retrieve it once successfully distracting the brunette. “Isn’t it obvious?” He let out an amused huff as Jade released the fabric of his hoodie, not wishing to draw any extra attention toward them. “Don’t worry, I’m just getting my things and I’ll be on my way.” He spoke, slipping his hand between the cushion of her seat, his palm brushing the side of her ass as he reached down to grab the pen that managed to wedge itself in the small crevice. 

Jade felt her cheeks run hot, gulping back the gasp of surprise that threatened to jump from her lips as she pressed her palms against Jimin’s chest. In her flustered state, Jimin used his spare hand to snake across her pod to snatch the clip, tucking it into the pocket of his hoodie as he turned his attention back to the rosy cheeks of his victim. 

He held up the pen as his excuse for the close contact, thoroughly satisfied by her reactions to his manipulations. “Just getting my pen.” He spoke, his mischievous intent flashing behind his irises as he captured her in his stare. 

Jade hadn’t noticed that she was holding in her breath, sighing as she flicked her eyes back toward the laptop, noticing that her clip had been stolen. She would have acted out, attempting to cause a scene the way Emmy often had. Instead, she just sat back, placing her palms down against her armrests. “Don’t let me get in your way.” She offered a fake smile, delivered with sugar yet laced with venom as Jimin began to push himself up from his position in front of her. 

As he stood, she caught a glimpse of her clip tucked into the front pouch of his hoodie. She watched as he turned to finish putting away his belongings, grabbing his water bottle that fell behind her from earlier. “Jimin…” Her voice was hushed as he leaned forward to catch her gaze. “You forgot this.” 

Despite the smug look on his face as he reached over to retrieve the bottle, Jade managed to slip her hand into his pocket to retrieve her stolen belongings. She narrowed her eyes on him, pretending she hadn’t yet noticed the missing piece of Seokjin’s laptop as he returned to his seat which happened to be directly behind her. 

Once he was out of her sight, she sunk into her chair, quickly tucking the clip into the waistband of her pants before Jimin would notice that it was gone from his pocket. She knew he was eventually going notice it was missing and that the remainder of the flight would commence a battle to keep him from poaching their score. If only Emmy was ready to jump in and help. What in the world happened to her backup?

Only moments later, Jade heard Jimin curse under his breath. She peered in his direction, listening to him rustle about in his seat. “Where is it?” He hissed, scrambling around to locate the item he stole from the brunette. 

She leaned into the aisle, glancing back at him with a smug smirk. “Did you forget something?” Her eyes twinkled with mischief as it occurred to him that she retrieved the USB.

His lips pressed into a thin line as she glared intently, somewhat defeated in this game of keep away. “Fine, you win.” His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he habitually tilted his head with a sudden jerk like it was a twitch of irritation. Jade smiled triumphantly, turning back in her seat and relaxing as she imagined the payout for collecting such valuable information.

—

“Hey, wake up.” Emmy felt herself shake as her eyes fluttered open to find Jungkook staring down at her. Her body was stiff from the uncomfortable position she dozed off in and she sat up slowly in an effort to stretch her limbs. 

She could see people were out of their seats, collecting their belongings from the overhead compartments. “How long was I out?” She yawned, lifting her arms above her head and circulating the blood from her limbs. 

“A few hours.” He said nonchalantly, praying she didn’t realize he drugged her. Luckily, the passengers were beginning to depart the plane and he was able to step into the aisle. “Well, it's been fun, but I gotta go…” He pulled his bag over his shoulder, smirking down at her as she slowly blinked up at him. “Hope next time around, I can see the girls again.” He clicked his tongue and set off with a wink, leaving her to process his innuendo after a drug-induced slumber. 

Emmy groaned as she unbuckled her belt, standing up from her seat and feeling her joints pop from being in the confined space for hours on end. She exhaled deeply as her body adjusted to being awake and active, realizing what her seat partner was referring to before his departure. “Ugh, asshole.”

She gathered her bag, moving into the crowd of people so she could escape the plane and meet up with Jade, hoping that she was successful in retrieving the data that would give them a hefty payday. When she made it to the terminal, she found her partner in crime waiting by a pillar with a giddy smile on her face.

Emmy walked towards her expectantly, but noticed her friend’s happy demeanor shift. “You look like shit.” Jade bluntly acknowledged.

Emmy stared back at her with a deadpan expression, “Fuck off.” She popped her hip out, looking at Jade expectantly. “So, did you get it?”

The prideful smile returned on Jade’s lips. “I did. It’s…” She reached around, assuming she would be able to swiftly pull it from her waistband and show it to Emmy, but found it was not there. Her brow furrowed as a frown replaced the grin on her face. “Uh, it…it was right here.” She pat herself down, checking her pockets and assets in case she unknowingly stashed it somewhere else. “Shit!” She hissed, looking down at the floor hoping it was just laying on the ground for her to pick up.

“You lost it?” Emmy was in disbelief. How could she lose it? How were they gonna get paid?

“I didn’t lose it. It was clipped to my jeans and…” She trailed off, trying to think of what could have happened to it until she felt a sudden vibration in her back pocket. She instinctively pulled out her phone, checking the notification to see a text message from an unknown number. She opened the message, intrigued to see if it was a stranger, spammer, or old contant. 

It was nice bumping into you. Arigato! 😈

She blinked down at the text, her brain processing the recent memory of Jimin pushing past her on the plane in order to depart first. In that moment, she never imagined he attempted to steal from her again, but the missing device and the suspicious message were enough evidence. “Hello? Jade? What happened?” Emmy waved her hand in front of the eldest member's face as she seemed to fall into a trance.

Jade snapped out of it and groaned dramatically as she dropped her hand to her side, phone still clutched between her fingers. “He fucking stole it.”

Emmy didn’t need any more information; with Jungkook’s presence, it was transparent that one of his other teammates was on that same flight. Jungkook got the best of her literally and figuratively while Jade was duped by the man who seduced her or the other team techy. She grits her teeth, feeling her blood bubble with irritation. Yet again, she was left short-handed in the wake of that insufferable man and his little entourage “Ugh, I hate them.” She growled, fixing her glare toward the crowd surrounding them as if she would suddenly spot them.

[miki-13]

for that ask game: 1, 4 & 10 rwby

Number 1: What character everyone gets wrong?

Everyone gets all the characters wrong at some point in their character, whether this is due to them not having context on said character or just choosing to input their own biases.

That said, Ruby, Jaune, Nora, Blake, Yang, Ren, Ironwood, Cinder Tyrian, Clover and Salem have it worse.

Ruby is not a naive hyper-active brat or Nora-Lite, she already knows how bad the world is: that's why she's so determined to help it. It's her raison d'etre, to leave the world better than when she found it. It's an incredibly brave and wise view to have.

Jaune is not a harem protagonist; he's courtly love personified and the one time that was used was with the hot moms, he was very clearly out of his element.

Nora isn't a dumb brute she has some of the most emotional intelligence of the cast while also being able to support those around her.

Blake is brave and empathetic and her "emo phase" was her still reeling from her abusive groomer. And once she understood what she needed to do, Blake moved forward and did one of the bravest possible things a person can do: confronting and stopping her abuser.

Yang's whole thing is literally how first looks can be deceiving and asymmetricity has it's own beauty. She's smart- so very, very smart-, clever, determined and is so much more than the 2d party girl and sister-obsessed girl that the FNDM loves to pain her as.

Ren isn't some stoic ninja he's repressed AF and has very unhealthy coping mechanisms. He knows that they are all out of their depth and needs someone to guide them; like his father did, and how he thought Ironwood would. Because Ren's father's final words still stay with him. "Take action."

Ironwood isn't the big damn hero he's a sad little man who wanted everyone to see him as the big damn hero and masked his fear and anger as "logic" while prioritizing the 1% over everything else. He whines about the people he's oppressed being ungrateful towards his efforts, he disregards a whole city and steals what they need to protect themselves from grimm.

Cinder is not a femme-> floundering fatale with no depth who over-stayed her welcome long ago... she is the consequence of the society that Ozpin helped create. She is a microcosm of the very worst of Atlas and what has been allowed there. Everything wrong with Atlas and the world shaped Cinder into who she is... therefore changing the world will change her in turn.

Tyrian is not an insane bloodknight; rather, he is an unhinged bloodknight, but he also can understand others to a frightening degree. He loves destruction and killing but can see through the airs others put up, particularly Mercury's own.

Clover is not Qrow's dream man whose death was queer-baiting. Rather than thinking for himself and facing just what it was he was enforcing and protecting, Clover hid behind the excuse of loyalty and following orders even when it made everything worse around him.

And Qrow deserves so much more than a bootlicking cop.

Salem is so much more than she is shown in and out of universe. None of us know her true goals. None of us know her whole feelings even after The Lost Fable (which makes sense, as it was "What is Ozpin hiding from us" and not "What is the truth of Ozpin?" or something similar)

Number 4: What was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

That kind of story is for AOT fandom with the worst Gabi hater I ever did see, with a dragonballz-like screenname. It was more amusing than anything but I decided it wasn't worth seeing that kind of hate.

As for RWBY, any posts I find with Harem! Jaune get blocked ASAP.

But there were some bloggers I decided to block due to how my view of RWBY had changed.

During Volume 6's Lost Fable, RWBY sucked in all my attention; but I was really upset with how Oz had been treated in episode 4. That soured my look on RWBYQ for the longest time and I ended up reading a lot of RWDE that formulated a lot of my opinions between Volume 6 and 8, in particular Itsclydebitches.

It got to the point I even pestered Shanon (Oz's va) over it on tumblr and sent a bunch of posts over it and I still quake with regret and mortification thinking about it TmT

Interacting with other blogs of RWBY and actually seeing it through the view of how RWBY should be seen- as it's own show and see the nuance and context of the show- I realized how much I was feeding this echo-chamber I had fallen into.

It was a sad thing to realize but I know it was for the best.

Number 10: Worst part of fanon?

There's a lot I could name but a great deal of them stem from the same issue: THE DOUBLE STANDARDS.

How many times have I seen posts yelling that Team RWBY are the worst while saying Ironwood is the best and should be listened to by everyone?

How many times have I seen posts whining over how Kerry and Miles are ruining Monty's RWBY when it's been shown it was not only a team effort, but Monty already said he wasn't the best writer and his best work was in animating the fight scenes?

(Hell, the Maidens were Monty's idea but made at the very last minute, hence the clunkiness surrounding them at first. But the ones who made that work in the narrative were Miles and Kerry, not Monty. They are the ones making RWBY the best it can be, Monty or no.)

How many times have the female characters been demonized while the male characters been glorified, or saying that the male characters should be the ones saving the day or cleaning up the messes RWY supposedly created?

How many times have RWBY been ripped apart due to not following a traditional anime structure, or for people relying on the worst possible takes and context-empty reviews to constantly berate this beautiful show?

And of course the rampant misogyny, implementing biases over characters, harassing CRWBY, using Monty's name in vain, Draco-In-Leather-Panting/Ron-The-Death-Eater'ing of characters are all their own horses.

Thanks for asking @thatringboy! This was super fun to do!

[voidwolfmilf]

For the OC tech ask game: 2, 15

What you had taken to be an artistic recreation of the deity in this ancient temple, deep in the bowels in an abandoned structure in the mountains, chuckled at the questions murmured into the air.

The gemstones which hovered around the body, forming clothing made of shards of diamond and ruby and sapphire and lapis all tinkle as Iraetolin re-inhabits her old physical form to answer the questions which intrigued her.

"Our devices are an interesting blending of raw energy manipulation and physical machinery." An stretched obsidian limb forms above it a figure looking similar to the one made of obsidian and jewels, but fleshy for the most part. It's navy right arm unwinds itself in a myriad of threads, reforming and adjusting, shifting its shape before returning to normal. From its palm spreads a panel of light which both hands interface with.

"Our computers are more or less magically linked to our minds, which are used for storage as well, but unlike your internet, they are only connected when transmitting data between individuals. We haven't yet grown to need such a network. As far as what my lockscreen is... we don't have them, but if we required them..."

Another obsidian sculpture with pigment mapped onto it forms above her hand, for surely this can be none other than the Scorpion Mother, Iraetolin. This one shows the Mother, obsidian but managing to control and shift the more monstrous aspects of her appearance, with her arms around a femme elf of dark violet skin, long silver hair, and brilliant eyes, the pair of them hugging a smiling younger masc elven figure of a much lighter than the other too, yet still dark, bluish-purple skin, four pupils per eye, and curious markings. As the figures rotate above her palm, the younger man's back is revealed to have markings of a massive scorpion tattoo running down his back, the tail of the scorpion lifting away at the base of his spine, becoming a three dimensional stinger of floating obsidian which wraps around his waist like a belt. Also revealed is a much smaller child, about a third the age of the elder, clinging to his leg, with fingers which are disjointed floating bits of obsidian, as are their hands up to the wrist.

"An image of my beloved wife, our sons, and myself."

[the-earth-refused-to-die]

I ACTUALLY HAVE OPINIONS ONE SEC

Tequila (it/they/she): Femme leaning in presentation and really hates being seen as masculine, but uses he/him at work still because its scared to come out to these people. Describes its gender as "Like stir fry, like...woman is the meat but there's also rice y'know?"

"Martin" (any pronouns): Drag Queen/King vibes. Does both. Is a performance artist, not a general art student like his toxic boyfriend thinks. Would probably get insane gender envy from David Bowie. He's the boyfriend that looks like a girlfriend.

Ruby (she/it): She's probably non-binary but she's on the run so she doesn't really care rn. Her gender is butch. Doesn't mind being mistaken for a man, but is firm that she isn't a man.

Cindy (she/it/blood/bones): Her gender is go fuck yourself. Like she's a woman but she's also an omen and an artist and a wild dog. She will bite you if you say she looks boyish.

Cuno (he/him -> she/they): Cuno's gender is Cuno. That's all you fucking need to know.

Cunoesse (she/her -> he/it/bite): Cunoesse's gender is Cuno but different. Fuck you.

OH I LIKE THESE A LOT. Also i love how fucking agressive Cindy, Cuno and Cunoesse are about this -

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

woke up to my girls cuteee pics see that’s how you play siblings on screen Bridgerton love how close they are! sad we never got this for the other season cough s😔 !

also why do they look like a couple here they so cute together? stud/butch lesbian and her femme girlfriend!

she is so pretty really joining the holy trinity of #Bridgerton lethal face banks (arsema ruby Charithra) yeah I’m definitely gonna be on her side in s4 like im not disliking a girl with brown eyes that looks this insane like whatever you do/say gorgeous! Can do no wrong in my eyes she could do anything and still love her like are yall seeing her she’s so sick im shaking!

they are in league of their own when it comes to #Bridgerton sisters face card! why do the make the youngest sister the prettiest I wonder? Is it like a role?

they are in league of their own when it comes to #Bridgerton sisters face card! why do the make the youngest sister the prettiest I wonder? Is it like a role?

like why do they purposely cast the youngest sister to have tr most insane lethal face bank to math their mother with the insane face cards?

she/they could do anything and still love her like are yall seeing her she’s so sick im shaking!

I just know who s4-5 sparkler diamond is 😂and insane they wanted us believe Philippa wasn’t getting mad calls in that sitting room but I get it was for the plot as Bridgerton girls are supposed to be prettiest when technically only hya young Violet fit it Fran pretty too but hya! The other season that’s gonna beat s3 in the Bridgerton series is hyacinth season all the wattpad tktk Pinterest girlies and you know those who love that aesthetic and period core gonna be so in love with her this is her as child so imagine as young girl oh biggest season on that show she just need man with lethal face card like her or close bc hers is crazy other shows that would eat princess Edwina, young Violet and Edmund pulling s3 numbers Marina frateringtons for comedic purposes and lady Danbury it’ll be what QC couldn’t be as in cult following and classic like Reign or gilded age

Oh the girlies wanna be her so bad or k1ll her theres no inbetween cant even imagine her szn biggest ever squid game levels im afraid bc theres nothing them period drama lovers love more than a skinny girl with insane face card if she gets yt man show beating ST/Wednesday numbers! it could be next pride or Emma

‪+ her book is the best out of all of them or top2 it goes 4>8>>7>>>>>>>>>6(only bc Micheal ruins it by having Bridgerton boys personality toxic nasty yt man energy i genuinely think Julia gave that to him by skipping giving that to Colin an I’m forever grateful to her)an the rest are garbage on plate!‬ P too but 📕 5 is trash so 🤷🏾‍♀️

[the-iceni-bitch]

Every Man’s Got His Patience, and Here’s Where Mine Ends

Pairing: mob boss!Lloyd Hansen x femme!reader (le grand homme and coquinette, Poison Paradise AU)

Words: ~3k

Summary: Lloyd is going to need to claim you, or he’s going to end up killing some people.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (f receiving oral sex, pussy spanking, unprotected vaginal sex, bicep choking, biting, scratching, possessive partner, multiple orgasms, degradation combined with praise kink, overstimulation) pet names, lots of French, murder, unhinged Lloyd, abuse of subordinates, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Told ya! Cannot stop with these two. I’m j just gonna keep riding the Lloyd obsession train until that we’ll is bone dry.

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Lloyd’s snarl was unhinged when he turned to Brutus after yanking another one of the asshole’s teeth out, running his fingers through his hair and shoving it out of his eyes as he bared his teeth menacingly.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you right.” He shoved a dirty rag in the poor bastard’s mouth when he started pleading with him, cocking his head at his underling as he took a step closer to him. “Because it’s been three fucking days, and if you just told me you still have nothing, I might start to get pissed off.”

“Well, the number she gave us was a fake…” Brutus cut himself off at the look Lloyd gave him, taking a step back and swallowing thickly.

“No shit, it’s a fake number! You think that pretty little cunt stole from me and was going to give me her actual contact information?” Lloyd’s laugh was mirthless when he pulled out his gun and shot the whimpering sack of shit that was tied to the chair in the head, sighing when he looked back at his handiwork before tossing his weapon aside. “Now, look what you made me do. Did your mother shake you too hard when you were a baby? Sometimes I wonder about you…” He slapped the idiot when he mumbled petulantly at him, sucking in air through his teeth then running a hand over his face in frustration. “Cleveland, call our contact at the Préfecture de Police and give him a description and her alias and see if one of you morons can actually do something useful for once. And you…” he rounded on Brutus again and sneered when he flinched. “Get rid of this. If I don’t have an address in twenty four hours, someone’s going to lose an appendage! I am very quickly running out of what little patience I have!”

You hummed softly to yourself as you took another bite of the warm croissant on your plate, your eyes scanning the newspaper you were holding as you toyed with your new ring absentmindedly. Apparently some dirty businessman had disappeared suddenly without a trace and his family was selling off his considerable collection of antiquities. If you were remembering the asshole correctly, he had a very rare Seurat and collection of ornate stilettos that you had been thinking about since you’d attended a soirée at his estate last year. You were going to have to make a stop at this sale and lift some of those pieces to fill some empty space in your apartment. Didn’t he have a mistress too? Maybe you’d visit to pay your respects and see what kind of jewelry he had spoiled her with.

Once you had finished your pastry and coffee you stood up to make your way back to your apartment, strolling slowly and enjoying the sunshine on your skin as you kept twirling the ring and smiling at the way the small ruby caught the light. You wondered how angry the man had been once he realized what you’d taken from him, he seemed dangerous and like the type who didn’t appreciate when things didn’t go his way. But it was just a small ring and some cash, as pissed as he might have been, he had probably made his way back to the states by now to nurse his wounded ego. Your little habit of snatching up shiny treasures might annoy your marks, but it’s not like you ever took anything truly worth getting upset about.

As soon as you were inside your apartment you let out a little sigh, slowly making your way back to your bedroom. Walking around the city had made you feel pleasantly tired, and you suddenly had the desire to take a nap in a sunbeam like a sweet little kitten. You stretched your whole body when you stepped into your room, looking forward to sinking into your plush mattress in nothing but the lacy pink lingerie set you were wearing under your dress and enjoying a light snooze.

“Well, hi there, sunshine.”

You yelped and practically jumped out of your skin when he spoke, panic flooding your system when you whipped around to find Lloyd sitting in the armchair at the foot of your bed and grinning wickedly at you as he nonchalantly flipped his knife through his fingers. He rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath when you turned on your heel and sprinted away from him, charging out of his seat and chasing after you until he could wrap an arm around your waist and slap a massive palm over your mouth when you tried to scream.

“Ah, no no, we’re not playing that game, ma nénette.” He dragged you back into the bedroom while you flailed wildly, chuckling into your hair then setting you on your feet and turning you around so he could look you in the eyes. “I just want to talk, so calm the fuck down, or I’ll knock you out.” He hissed when you slapped him across the face, snarling and grabbing you by the throat as he gave you a warning shake. “I’ll give you that one, because I know I surprised you, but the next one will get you over my knee so fast you won’t even know what happened. Behave.”

“How did you find me? What are you doing here?” You licked your lips nervously as you gazed up at him, your chest heaving with deep breaths as you tried to will yourself to calm down. “It was just a ring…”

“I know a lot of people, don’t worry yourself about that, coquine.” He tweaked the tip of your nose and beamed at the terrified tears that were falling from your eyes, leaning forward to kiss them from your cheeks and purring when you whimpered. “And it was my ring, my tricky little minx. You’ll find that I am very possessive.”

“I’m sorry.” You didn’t know what he wanted from you, his lips still trailing over your face as his thumb stroked your carotid artery and you found yourself melting into him. “I just liked the ruby:”

“Ah, ma petite pie, do you just love shiny things?” He rested his forehead against yours and bit his lip when you nodded and let out a pathetic little hiccup, the hand that wasn’t at your throat squeezing your waist before sliding down the curve of your hip. “Of course you do. You really pulled one over on me, I thought you were so sweet and innocent and such a good girl, but you’re not, are you? You’re a naughty little thing.”

“No, I can… I can be good.” Was he going to kill you or what? You couldn’t get a read on him.

“Could you, now?” Lloyd pressed his lips to your cheek and took a step back, grabbing your wrist and plucking his ring off your finger before placing it back on his pinky where it belonged. “If someone gave you all the pretty, sparkly things you desire, could you be a sweet little spoiled thing who’d do anything she was told?”

“What?” You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips when he squeezed your throat before trailing his hand down to softly cup your breast.

“I like you, ma petite pute. More than I should for someone who so brazenly stole from me.” His fingers slid under the soft lace of your bra cup, a low growl rumbling through his chest when he felt the jewels bar that was running through your nipple. “Fuck, I really like you. Your lack of impulse control is incredibly endearing, you’re beautiful, and something makes me want to put that little smile you were wearing before you saw me on your face all the time. Let me spoil you, chérie.”

“I don’t… you want to spoil me?” This had taken an unexpected turn, you weren’t totally sure how you felt about it.

“I do. I want to dress you up in all the pretty things and give you jewelry and ruin you.” He could tell you were still on the fence, so he smashed his lips to yours and waited until he felt you melt into him before pulling back. “Let me make you mine.”

He stepped back and clicked his teeth appreciatively at the whine you let out at the loss of him, grabbing a velvet box from the pocket of his jacket and opening it to reveal a ring with a massive ruby that matched the one in his signet. You reached for it immediately, pouting at him when he slapped your hand before cradling it gently so he could place the ring on your finger himself.

“Yours?” The idea was growing on you fast, that ring softening you up quick and making you think maybe he could be someone who actually understood you. “I’ve been told I can be a handful.”

“Oh, you’re such a little fucking troublemaker, aren’t you?” Lloyd purred as he prowled closer to you, winding a hand around your throat and yanking you towards him while you cooed at the ring again. “Lucky I think you’re so cute, usually don’t put up with thieves.”

“I’m not a thief.” You hummed at the way the ruby glimmered when it caught the light. “I just like pretty things.”

“Mm, you deserve them, chére.” Lloyd leaned closer to nip at your ear and groaned as he inhaled your perfume. “And if you’re mine I’ll give you all you could want and more, just say the word.”

“I’ll be yours, fuck.” You whined when he sucked on your neck, melting into his touch as he dragged his tongue over your throat. “Just yours, what will you give me?”

“Everything, now get on the fucking bed.” Lloyd grinned when he threw you on the bed and you yelped, crawling between your legs and yanking your skirt up around your hips so he could slap the insides of your thighs until you spread them wide for him, ripping your panties off and groaning at the sight of your glistening cunt as he laid in front of you. “Gonna show you exactly what you get when you belong to me, ma pie.”

The sound you let out when he buried his face in your pussy sealed your fate, that soft lilting moan letting him know there was no way he was ever letting you go. One little taste and he was addicted, groaning as he breathed in your scent before he dragged his tongue from your asshole to your clit and back over and over until he was sure he’d tasted every inch of you.

Lloyd made sure your eyes were on him before he spat lewdly on your cunt, cooing when you let out a desperate whine before he pressed a sloppy, open mouthed kiss to your slit then thrust his tongue inside you. He growled when he felt you clench around him, shaking his head to push himself as deep as possible while he wrapped his arms around your thighs and dragged them over his shoulder as he kept fucking you with his mouth. The neatly trimmed hairs of his mustache were rubbing right against your swollen clit and making your throb against his lips, a soft series of mewls escaping from your throat while you arched your body into his face and rolled your hips needily.

You struggled to keep your eyes on his when he groaned into your cunt again, your slick making a mess of his face as his tongue curled inside you and stroked your soft walls until he felt you starting to flutter for him. He waited until he heard your breath hitch then dragged his tongue out of you at a torturous pace, making sure he slowed down even further when he reached your clit until he felt it pulsing for him then wrapping his lips around your swollen bud and sucking hard.

That was it, you were lost. Every muscle in your body sang as your eyes rolled back in your skull, some high, thin sound that was foreign to your ears leaving your lips while your pussy gushed all over his face until he was soaked. Lloyd swallowed as much as he could with an appreciative moan before detaching from you, smacking the swollen mess between your legs and chuckling darkly when your only answer was a pathetic whimper before he started peeling off his clothes almost teasingly slow.

“Normally at this point I’d fuck you with my hand for about an hour until could barely remember how to breathe, but… oh Jesus Christ.” He purred once he finally got his clothes off and proceeded to remove your dress, the sight of you panting and naked and wanton for him just about the most fucking beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his damn life. “But after tasting you, and hearing all those sweet little sounds your making, and knowing you’re all fucking mine, shit, I’m aching, I don’t ever think I’ve been this fucking hard.”

“Then why don’t you fuck me, Lloyd?” You licked your lips and gave him a sloppy grin, sliding your hands over his torso and squeezing his hips with your thighs while you rolled your body underneath him.

“Oh ho, god you’re sassy.” He gave you a soft laugh before curling over you and running his tongue over the piercing in your nipple. “I’m gonna fuck that right out of you, coquinette.”

“We’ll see… fuck!” You screamed when he sank his teeth into your tit and slammed his cock into you, your fingernails into his back and breathing raggedly when he started driving his hips against yours violently.

“What was that, ma jolie chatte?” He cooed as his bit and sucked his way up your chest, grinning and rubbing his nose against yours when you whined and clutched at his shoulders as he reached above you to grab the headboard and give himself more leverage while he nipped at your bottom lip. “Aww, already? I thought you weren’t gonna be this easy, chérie, I’m almost disappointed.”

You couldn’t answer him, sobbing when he grabbed your knee with his free hand and pressed it against your chest so he could hit you even deeper. The first time the tip of his cock nudged against your cervix you almost passed out, then he kept doing it over and over and over again and grinding into your clit and all you could do was sink into the mattress with a defeated groan.

Lloyd sucked your bottom lip between his with a low hum when your pussy flexed around him as he gave a dirty grind of his hips, keeping his cock deeply seated in you while he rolled your swollen clit against his pelvis. It should have made you angry how easy your body was bending to his will, but then ran his hand down the curve of your leg so he could prop your ankle on his shoulder and sink his teeth into the curve of your calf and you lost it. He growled out a curse against your skin when your cunt clamped down on him, the sight of your body spasming under him while you screamed in your pleasure making him feral.

“Oh god, this fucking cunt, how are you so damn tight?” He caressed your ankle almost reverently even as his hips started punching into you again, kissing the mark his teeth had made on your leg before pulling out and flipping you onto your stomach with no warning then spearing back into you with a bitten off snarl. “Shit, like you were made for me, chaton. I’m gonna ruin you and this perfect little snatch for anyone else, you’re mine. Say it.”

“‘M… ah!” You cried out when he yanked you back by your hair and landed a solid smack across your ass, digging your fingers into the pillows and arching your back as his balls slapped against your clit every time his hips met your ass. “‘M yours Lloyd, just yours, it’s your pussy. Oh shit, fucking take me.”

“Oh, good fucking girl.” Lloyd moaned when he felt you come again, your sweet little pussy gushing beautiful cream all over his length and making it swing for him to slam into you at an even wilder pace, curling over you and winding his bicep across your throat as he purred into your hair. “Give me one more, ma nénette. Baby, my good girl, come on my cock, milk me dry, I want you to be so full of me you're leaking for a month.”

Your only response was a choked off sob as his arm tightened across your windpipe, drool leaking down your chin and over his forearm as he bounced his hips off your ass and bit at the shell of your ear. It was getting harder and harder for you to breathe as you got closer to yet another peak, your vision tunneling and blood rushing in your ears as you tried and failed to brace your hands against the headboard and instead resigned yourself to letting him use you until you were utterly spent.

All it took were two more drives of his hips and his cock dragging through your swollen walls before you were blacking out with a pathetic whine and squirting all over his thighs. Lloyd threw his head back and roared when your perfect cunt squeezed the life out of his cock, sinking his teeth into your shoulder with a snarl as you pulled every single drop of cum from his balls as they pulled tight to his body until he was spilling inside you with a feral growl.

He collapsed on top of you with a groan when your pussy kept fluttering and flexing around him and making his pleasure stretch out almost unbelievably long as he panted into your hair. Not that you were aware of anything, drooling all over yourself and whining with need while Lloyd pressed kisses over the curve of your neck before scraping his teeth over the curve of your cheek as he stretched his body over yours.

“Ma chérie, you still with me?” He chuckled when your only response was an unintelligible murmur, pressing his lips to your temple then your cheek then your shoulder before pulling out of you reluctantly and rising to his feet. “Rest, ma coquinette, sweet little thing.”

Lloyd wandered out to the living area still stark naked after making sure you were indeed asleep, frowning at his two goons who had sat themselves in your lounge with those moronic looks on their faces.

“Call the fucking jet and tell them to fuel up and that we have another passenger. Then get Jeanette on the line and let her know we’ll need some of the necessities from this place packed and shipped to the states.” He heard you let out a sleepy moan and grinned to himself after shoving his hair out of his face, not even losing his good mood when he turned back to the two idiots who were blinking at him stupidly. “I’ve got a darling little pet now, and I want to make sure her transition to her new home goes as smoothly as possible. So try not to fuck it up like you usually do.”

[jazz-miester]

What about tfp starscream with a female predacon reader who becomes smitten and attached with him, wanting him to be her mate. Maybe smut but if you’re not comfortable is fine

Moments Silence

Pairng: Tfp Starscream x Reader

Reader type: Predacon Femme

Song: Almost (Sweet music)- Hozier

Warnings: Just fluff man.

An: A hozier title and song? Yes pls bb. Also I hoped that this is what you wanted? It's been a hot minute since i've written for this version of Starsceam lol. And honestly I may do a part two of this in the future with smut in it but. I just wanted something sweet for this in all honesty.

Really. It should irritate him more than it did. But in all honesty he found it enduring the way you would look at him with wide optics. The flush of energon clearly visible on your faceplates despite your best efforts to hide it.

It was just something about the way you looked at him as if he hung the moon.

It was nice to be liked for once. To be treated as something other than a failure. Like a wreck of a mech.

"Starscream! Look!" It stirred something in him he thought long lost as you flew next to him. You're voice high and bright as you called out to him. Your optics were glued to the terran sky above. Your optics roved over the stars. The soft smile at your lips as you drank it all in.

Starscream was thrown back into a memory. A different sky. Different stars. A different face.

His spark ached. You were pulling emotions and feelings out of him he thought long buried. Yet here you were. Digging them up by being nothing other than yourself.

You showed such genuine emotion around him it hurt. To show such trust to the SIC of the Decepticon army. What did he do to earn that from you?

The two of you broke through the clouds and back down towards the earth. Landing on cold stone you laugh. Spinning on the spot as you stretched out your wings.

"I am glad you came with me Starscream. Predaking can be such a bore at times." Starscream shook his helm. A smile. A genuine smile pulled at his lips.

"And I am not?" There. That flush again. Such a pretty sight against the color of your paint.

"I. Well." You swallowed thickly. Wings pulling towards your frame as you turned. "We have to go find that relic Megatron wanted." Starscream watched as you walked for a brief moment before following you. Just as quickly had you pulled in on yourself you were already bouncing back again.

"Starscream. Look!" You had bent down and picked something up and off the ground. You turned towards him. A red stone in hand. "I believe that this is Jasper." You pulled his servo into his. "It's the same color as your optics. Here." Gently you dropped it into his servo. A smile lighting your face as you watched him examine it.

Starscream could feel the infectious happiness flow through your field as he deposited it into his subspace. From here it would make its way back to his habsuit to go with all the other trinkets and gifts you had given him.

Terran flowers, crystals, rocks. Even the odd tire or two? it. He found no correlation there.

But it did remind him of her. An old love. A lost love.

He still had that ruby gem in his chassis. The last gift he had ever gotten from her.

Starscream listened as you rattled off everything you had learned about Earth. Gave in his impute on the things you have learned from Shockwave. He could still feel your field around him. Enveloping him in such an intense feeling it made his frame almost rattle. His wings rising and falling as the two of you walked.

His field fluttered at his own seeping joy. When you noticed you all but glowed the brighter.

The two of you glanced at the scanner in your servo when it beeped.

"Oh." You pointed it towards the mouth of a cave. "We seemed to have found it." Starscream looked at you pointedly.

"You're the one with the scanner. That means you found it." The grin that you gave him sent his spark fluttering.

It called out to you. Or at least it wanted to. His spark crying when he held back. He was not ready yet. Not willing to give this feeling a name yet. Not ready to really call it what it truly was.

Instead he gave a smile back. Waved his arm towards the cave.

"After you."

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Starscream was undoubtedly going to be going with you on more missions. The relic had been easily won from the Autobots due to you. The relic in question though was currently in the servos of Shockwave who was figuring out just what it did.

As was normal for him after missions Starscream was out of the landing pad of the Nemesis. His energon sat at his peds while he switched the Jasper you had given him between his servos. Clearing off bits of dust and debris as he just. Looked at it.

A gift given out of nothing other than friendship. No strings attached. So unlike any Decepticon of this warship.

Heavy pedfalls had his wings shooting upwards. His frame straightening as he looked to see who was coming.

It was Predaking. The behemoth of a mech was walking towards him.

Starscream rose. Holding the stone in one servo and reaching for his drink with the other. Even though the Predacon was less beastlike now he still made him feel at unease.

Countless times had the predacon tried to make him into a chew toy. Although he wasn't entirely not at fault for that.

"Starscream." Predaking nodded his helm at him. Yellow optics narrowing as he saw the stone in his servo.

"I was unaware you collected such things." Confusion flooded over Starscream for a brief moment.

"I do not. It was a gift." Predaking gave him a knowing look.

"From Y/n I suppose." Starscream scoffed.

"And what does it matter to you?" The predacon stiffened and Starscream's wings flew up. Some baseline attempt at trying to appear larger than he actually was.

"Because she will not cease speaking about you." Preadakings helm tilted. "And she matters greatly to me as my sister." He motioned towards the stone. "Is this the first gift she has given you?" Starscream was silent. Contemplating.

"No. It is not." At that Predaking laughed.

"You do know that is our kinds way of courting?" Courting! "Starscream. Do not play with her spark if you do not feel the same way." Predaking had apparently taken his stunned silence as something negative.

"Hardly beast." Starscream bit back. "I. I was unaware." Suddenly the stone felt heavy in his servo.

"You can give her a gift back. If you feel the same." Starscream's helm shot up. "You have not been as discrete as you think Starscream. As I said. Do not play with her spark. I have been." He paused. "Courteous because of her feelings to you. Do not make me regret that." With that the mech transformed. Falling into his alt mode with wings spread wide.

A gust of air almost pushed Starscream onto the roof of the Nemesis.

Laughter fell from his lips. Pure unbridled joy flowering from his chassis and leaking into the air around him.

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It had taken forever to find time to be with you again. His job as commander taking up far to much of his time.

So when he had the opportunity to pull you out onto the field with him again he took it.

You had given him another gift as well when the two of you landed. A little plastic plane that must have fallen from human youngling.

"It looks like you." You had told him with a grin.

He was fiddling with it now while he watched you. Trying to find the courage to give you his gift. One that would be the first of many.

This mission was a simple one. A job that was better suited to giving to one of the vehicons. But he needed to do this.

"Y/n." He called out to you. A laugh leaving him as you turned. Streaks of dust and dirt covered your faceplates. A cube of unrefined energon was held in your servos.

"Yes Commander Starscream?" You dropped the cube on a full trailer.

Starscream vented heavily. "I have a gift for you. My Star." He watched as your wings fluttered a moment. Faceplates flushing. Then.

"A gift?" You lips parted slightly. Wings wrapping around your frame.

"Yes. A gift." Starscream pulled your much larger servo into his own. "A very important gift. One with a lot of meaning." He placed the red gem in the palm of your servo and curled your digits around it.

He watches you as you unfold your servo. Digits still curled slightly as to protect the little gem. With almost tearful optics you close your servo again. Press your lips to each.

"Truly? You mean it?" You search him. Almost as if his frame would hold the answer you seek.

"I do My Star. I do." His breath leaves him when your wrap your arms around his smaller frame. Lifting him into the air as you hug him tightly.

Your twined laughter fills the air. Such joy shared un-ashamedly between the both of you.

[matchagator]

Hustlers: Wine Country

A peaceful hustle at one of Napa Valley's most luxurious vineyards turns into a messy mingle between our beloved femme fatals and our mischievous maknaes.

*Make sure to check out pervious episodes to follow the story. Let us know how you're liking the story so far by leaving a comment 😊*

{I'm thinking of revamping the Hustlers banner. Leave a comment if you'd like to see an updated version for the next episode or if you like the original.}

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Park Jimin/Original Female Character, Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character(s)

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Alternate Universe - Hustlers/ Con artists

{Word Count:} 10k

{Warning} Sexual Content, Drugging, Mature Language, Manipulation, Mild Violence, Sexual Harassment, and Alcohol

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Hustlers Episode Order:

Episode 1: Sin City

Episode 2: Pink Diamond

Episode 3: Cyber Flight

Episode 4: Wine Country

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BIG FISH: Changbin

LOCATION: Napa Valley, California

The sun was bright as the elusive trio strutted up the steps of the most luxurious chateau in all of Napa Valley. Emmy pouted her lips as she checked her makeup in a small compact mirror before swiftly clicking it shut and slipping it into her clutch. Her hair swayed in the warm breeze, flowing behind her as the soft burgundy material of her sarong fluttered. She wore a matching top to the simple floral pattern of her skirt, enjoying the satin caresses on her skin along the trim of her attire. 

“You made our reservation, right?” Emmy glanced to her left, eyeing their more intellectual counterpart wearing a vibrant dress with colorful abstract stripes. 

Jade peeled her gaze from the large estate, her mouth slightly a gap from the details in the architecture as she met the stares of the other women of her group. “Yeah, I put it under Ruby’s information.”

Ruby outwardly grumbled as she stomped up the last series of steps leading to the entrance of the vineyard. “Why didn’t you use your name?” Her ringlets bounced as she reached the last step, turning on her heels while placing her hands on her hips covered in a white and rust-colored ruffle dress. 

“I’m keeping the guide busy while Emmy sneaks away to steal the bottle.” Jade reminded them since in other situations, Ruby would have been the one to seek the valuable and retrieve it. 

Ruby looked back at the building, her imagination painting vivid images of the delicious content hidden just behind the stucco. “And Emmy is getting the wine because…?”

Emmy looked toward Jade, wondering why she insisted their usual roles were rearranged. Normally, she would have been distracting the tour guide while Ruby slipped away, leaving Jade to make sure everything went according to plan and improvise any necessary adjustments in their favor.

“Because the only knowledge either of you has about wine is drinking it and Emmy is short enough to leave unnoticed.”

“Hey!” Emmy protested. “I’m not that short.” She huffed crossing her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at Jade. “Plus, you don’t need knowledge to distract a man. You need these.” She gestured to her breasts, smirking proudly when she caught the subtle cleavage peeking out from her blouse. 

“And what if the guide is a woman?” Jade challenged, digging through her clutch before pulling out a folded piece of paper. “You’ll need this, it’s the map.”

Ruby and Emmy were surprised as the face of their operation unfolded the small map, flickering over the layout of the chateau. “How did you get this?” Ruby was leaning over Emmy’s shoulder looking at the 2D visual. 

“I’ve got my ways. I was just able to get them last night.” Jade grinned proudly before realizing they were wasting time discussing the plans of their mission. “Come on, we can’t miss our time slot.” She stepped around her friends, peering back at them to make sure they followed suit, and stashed the map away from prying eyes. 

Emmy quickly tucked the paper away in her clutch, clicking her heels against the smooth stone pavement as she caught up with the technical genius of their group. Ruby sighed, rolling her eyes before joining them as she anticipated the soul-sucking torture of touring the grounds without being able to sneak away and steal a bottle for her own enjoyment. 

Jade reached the decorated doors of the chateau and pulled them open allowing Emmy and Ruby to step in first. Emmy skimmed the rich ambiance of the lobby, spotting a check-in desk for the tours with a cluster of individuals off to the side near the main hallway of the rest of the house. Her sparkling irises drank in a sharply dressed man standing amongst the group. Her journey down the solid, crisp white shirt over his sculpted shoulders moved to his waist hidden by the loose button-up tucked into the black trousers that accentuated the shape of his toned thighs and ass. 

“Oh shit,” Ruby whispered under her breath, catching the attention of her two companions. “They’re here.”

Emmy furrowed her brow, sneaking a quick glance toward Ruby and following her gaze back to the group of patrons waiting in the lobby. She quickly felt the blood drain from her face as the man she was previously checking out turned ever so slightly and peeked over his shoulder back at them. Her nails dug into the clutch tucked between her arm and frame as the familiar smug grin of Jungkook flashed back at her. 

Jade felt her shoulders become tense as she made eye contact with Taehyung and Jimin, the two men who compromised her and stole from her in the same manner Emmy would steal from others. “We can’t let them get that bottle.” She declared, sharpening her stare in the direction of the soft features of Jimin, ignoring how good he looked in the textured black suit with solid black pants. 

Ruby hardened her expression, letting the moment of surprise disappear without a trace as she cleared her throat. “I guess I’ll check us in.” She announced before confidently walking to the desk, flicking her stare toward the three men as if she were unbothered by their presence. 

Emmy and Jade moved further into the lobby, stepping toward the huddled group since they seemed to be part of the tour. Emmy had her lips pressed tightly together, agitation festering in her stomach as they drew closer to the offending existence of Jungkook. She was vividly reminded of their time on the flight to Tokyo until she passed out from the combination of exhaustion and alcohol running through her system. Her cheeks became inflamed as she remembered Jungkook had kept her distracted from helping Jade retrieve the program that Jimin stole in the end. She refused to let them stand in her way again and certainly wouldn’t give Jungkook the time of day. 

Jade peered over at the men, her stare fixated on Taehyung as he played with a toothpick between his lips, twisting the thin stick with his teeth as he grinned in her direction. She snapped her gaze away, feeling a similar pit in her stomach when she realized he took advantage of her naivety back in Las Vegas. She turned so that her back was facing them, hoping to block them out and keep her mood from reflecting the frustration she felt towards them being there. “Just ignore them, they’re only going to make a fool of themselves when we find the bottle first.”

Emmy clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, adjusting her stance as she cocked her hip. “You’re right, and even if they find it first, it won’t be difficult to throw them off their game.” She flicked her hair from her shoulder, fixing the material of her blouse and bringing the neckline down to show off her assets a little more. 

Jade rolled her eyes, chuckling under her breath at her friend’s default method of winning, especially against the male population. She was startled as a strong hand slid across her back, curling over her shoulder as the handsome features of Jungkook blocked her view of Emmy. “Well, isn’t this a lovely surprise…” His other arm was wrapped around Emmy, pulling her in close as his hand gripped their arm firmly. “My favorite little trio.”

Emmy scoffed as she slapped his arm from around her, crossing her arms over her chest. “Are you guys stalking us?” She hissed, narrowing her eyes at him as Taehyung and Jimin joined him. 

Taehyung had his hands shoved in the pockets of his copper trousers that matched perfectly with his suit jacket. He tilted his head with amusement shining behind his stupid smile. “I’m pretty sure we got here first, sweetheart.” His thumb came up to swipe against his bottom lip as he kept his smirk at bay. “I guess you just couldn’t get enough of us, huh?” He chuckled under his breath despite himself, entertained by the fire that sparked from both women. 

Jungkook clicked his lip piercing against his teeth as he bit his lip while the corners of his mouth betrayed him when they curled into his cheeks. “Maybe we can find another lavatory to sneak off to.” 

“What?”

“Fuck you.” Jade and Emmy spoke over each other, one clearly confused about what Jungkook meant by that comment, and the other pissed that he was referring to that secret moment of weakness in front of their comrades. 

The men seemed smug from Emmy’s response as Jungkook stepped forward, getting into her personal space. “I already did, baby girl, but don’t worry, I’m always willing to do it again.” 

Jade’s brows furrowed together as she placed the context of his innuendo and realized what he was insinuating from the smug demeanor of himself and his partners to the frigid attitude of Emmy. She quickly stepped in, pulling her friend away from the three idiots. “Well, we need to go…anywhere else. Excuse us.” She linked her arm with Emmy’s and swiftly left the men to their own devices as she sought out Ruby until they were forced to endure a tour alongside the additional obstacles in the way of their goal. “So let me get this straight…while I got screwed over back in Tokyo, you were literally getting screwed?” 

Emmy glared at Jade as they gathered back up with Ruby who heard the tail end of the question. Her brows lifted on her forehead as her wide eyes flicked between the two. “Ugh, I don’t want to talk about it.” Emmy groaned, shooting a glare over her shoulder, hoping the daggers she threw at Jungkook would cause him even an ounce of pain. 

“I definitely missed something...” Ruby mentioned, looking toward Jade for some enlightenment on the situation, but only receiving a silent gesture that communicated she would be filled in later. 

—

The tour of the vineyard commenced with the group promenading through the halls of the extravagant chateau, beautifully illuminated by the large glass windows overlooking a courtyard filled with neatly arranged grapevines. The feminine trio fell back as the tour guide passionately described their daily operations, informing guests of the wine-making process. Emmy drank up the sight of their guide, his undeniably built frame accentuated in the crisp white button-up that hugged his muscular frame deliciously. He had a quality apron protecting his clothing as he brought the tour group to a pause right in a beautifully decorated room dripping in modern elegance. 

Emmy smiled in his direction as he glanced over the guests he was responsible for, pushing her chest out as she entertained the man in the only way she knew how. Ruby placed a gentle hand on her shoulder as Jade walked away from them, utilizing the small break to seek out the handsome vintner. 

“This should be interesting.” Ruby grinned in amusement, watching as Jade’s dress swayed with each step as she radiated a confidence the girls usually never associated with their technology-savvy partner in crime.  Emmy narrowed her eyes, watching as wine was poured for sampling, a selection of grapes and cheeses available as accompaniments to the rich alcoholic beverage. 

Emmy quickly snatched up two of the small glass offerings, twisting to face Ruby as she passed one of them off. “It’s free, might as well indulge.” A smirk crawled over Ruby’s features as she brought the glass up to clink against Emmy’s, nodding her head in agreement. 

“Don’t mind if I do.” The two girls took a sizeable gulp of the dark red wine, savoring the sweet sting of the nectar as Ruby eyed an employee walking around with a tray of various cheeses. It only took one glance at each other before they chased after the tray to feed their appetites. 

Meanwhile, Jade managed to make her way toward the tour guide, noticing his name distinctly displayed against the material of his nametag. He was clearly a very athletic man, his love of wine matched perfectly with his fitness goals, creating a very alluring and attractive man. Distracting him should be easy, especially given her extensive knowledge of wines and vineyards.

Once Changbin was clear of guests, Jade swiftly moved to stand beside him, flashing him her most beguiling smile. Changbin’s eyes clearly raked over her figure as he took in the sight of the dainty lady standing elegantly before him. Before he can ask her about her experience so far, Jade mimicked Emmy’s typical actions, tossing her hair back over her shoulder as she offered him a sweet smile.

“It’s Changbin, right?” Jade inquired as she bat her eyelashes, watching happily as Changbin drank her in like a tall glass of wine, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. 

He politely nodded before turning toward one of the bartops, selecting a small glass of red wine, and holding it out as an offering. “That would be me. May I interest you in a sample of our boldest selection of red wine?” Jade accepted the drink, swirling the liquid seductively before lifting the glass to her lips to steal a taste of the bold flavor. 

Jade gulped back the strong taste as she puckered her lips, enjoying the flavor as Changbin watched intently. “What do you think?” Jade smiled as she looked down at the glass, swirling the liquid once more to observe it carefully. 

“Must be a younger wine given its bitterness. ” She commented softly, watching as Changbin’s eyes widen in wonder. “I bet that has enough tannins to cause headaches.” She giggled. 

Changbin’s expression changed subtly, his curiosity replaced with a good first impression of the female as Jade handed him back the glass. “You must know a thing or two about wine.” He smiled warmly as they continued their discussion, getting interrupted by a few tour guests with simple questions about the winery and their red wine samplings.

Emmy and Ruby stood just beyond the threshold of the large glass windows, taking the opportunity to step out on the terrace to enjoy the large fountains on the property. Ruby was currently savoring a small plate of expensive cheeses as she enjoyed her third sample of wine, smiling brightly at the sight of Jade mingling through the windows on the inside. 

“Looks like our little mouse is doing well after all,” Ruby remarked as Emmy turned her gaze back onto the oldest of the trio. Emmy quickly noticed the manner in which Changbin was engaging in conversation with Jade while equally addressing other guests. 

Emmy glanced around, analyzing her opportunity to sneak off before realizing that this particular location had far too many workers circulating the area. She would clearly be seen if she took her leave, sighing as she brought her wine back up to her lips for another taste. “Let's just hope she can keep it up.” 

As the group concluded their time in the large ballroom, Emmy placed her glass against one of the tabletops, following as the various guests crowded together to follow Changbin’s lead down toward the cellars. 

Emmy assessed the surroundings, her eyes suddenly finding a glimpse of silver metal reflecting from her side. She was annoyed to find Jungkook’s piercing pulling her attention as he leaned against the wall, patiently awaiting the remainder of the tour. He made eye contact with the youngest female hustler, the corners of his lips pulling into a smirk as he nodded his head to the side. Emmy’s features scrunched together as she followed the direction in which he gestured, noticing a sign for the restrooms posted not too far from his location. 

A huff of annoyance slipped between her lips as she quickly turned her attention away from him, leaving Jungkook chuckling mischievously as he pushed off the wall to join Jimin and Taehyung. The tour group proceeded down the lavish halls, descending beneath the property to visit the cellars and basements. 

The clean modern decor from upstairs soon faded into stone walls and polished wooden floors, resembling an elegant rustic lodge as they venture down the corridors toward one of the cellars with oak barrels allowing the wine to age to perfection. 

Changbin began to explain the aging process to the group, allowing Emmy to scan their surroundings. Before she could find a space to sneak off to, she felt an arm wrap around her shoulders as Taehyung leaned in between herself and Ruby, smiling smugly. “Enjoying yourself, ladies?” 

Ruby rolled her eyes dramatically as she scoffed at his touch, shimming his arm off from around her as she sent a piercing glare in his direction. “Not with you breathing all over me.” 

Jungkook walked up from behind Taehyung, chuckling at her reaction as he turned his attention to Emmy. “How about you, baby girl?” The manner in which he said his pet name for her was flirtatious and suggestive, causing her to narrow her eyes in annoyance. “Enjoying that buzz from the wine?” 

His eyes shimmered at the memory of them on the plane, indulging in glasses of alcohol before getting a much-needed taste of each other. Emmy simply offered him a sarcastic smile until her attention was pulled by a cheesy laugh echoing through the corridors. Her eyes flashed toward Jade who is hunched over, laughing hysterically at something that happened ahead of them. “Oh Changbin, great minds really do drink alike.” 

Emmy internally cringed as she processed Jade’s pun, watching her helplessly try to imitate some basic flirting techniques to no avail. Ruby practically slapped her palm against her forehead, feeling the embarrassment seep in as they listened to Jade’s subpar flirting abilities. “I knew it.” Emmy groaned under her breath, knowing it was only a matter of time before Jade fell back into her quirkiness.

Taehyung chuckled loudly between the girls, his eyes latched onto Jade as she tried to pull Changbin’s attention, who was now clearly focused on conversing with other guests. “Yikes.” Taehyung winced, slapping his hand against Jungkook’s back as his eyes shimmered in mischief. “No wonder they let that one do all the flirting.” He gestured toward Emmy with his head before looking over to Jimin who was standing not too far from their current location. 

Emmy simply offered them a glare of vexation before pulling Ruby away from them, noticing that they have more glasses set out for another round of samples. Hopefully, this would lead to another round of socializing, allowing her the perfect opportunity to slip away to retrieve their real target. One of the cellars contained a selection of rare, expensive wines; one of them being a Romanee-Conti 1945 valued over five hundred thousand dollars. 

Jungkook pushed his lip piercing between his teeth, flicking it in amusement as Changbin began offering a sample of one of their dry white wines. Jade giggled endearingly as she tried to keep luring Changbin’s attention, clearly oblivious to her efforts given his need to attend to other guests. “Another glass? Wine not?” Jade offered cutely, leaving Jungkook and Taehyung to laugh once again. 

“Pathetic.” Jungkook chuckled.  Jimin stood beside him innocently as he watched Jade whip out pun after pun of clever wine jokes. While his teammates found her attempts embarrassing and pathetic, he found Jade quite endearing. Jimin smiled to himself, enjoying the way Jade’s eyes seemed to draw him in as she cutely continued her efforts. In a different setting, Jimin would have been all over the opportunity to socialize with Jade, admiring the way her dress hugged her figure. 

Jimin snapped out of his momentary daze as he glanced around, searching for his comrades only to find Jungkook standing beside him, alone. His distraction with Jade caused him to forget why they were even at this vineyard, knowing their end goal was more important than observing the cute actions of a terrible flirt. 

Taehyung completely vanished through the crowd to escape in search of the expensive bottle, knowing that the only way to score would be to seek it out before the girls had a chance to beat them to it. Jungkook glanced over to Jimin, smiling coyly as he moved to retrieve some samples. 

Emmy chugged back most of the wine in her sample glass, acting as if it was a shot to ease her annoyance as she desperately attempted to ignore the nuisances looming around them. It wasn’t until Ruby tapped her shoulder that she turned her attention away from the wine. “Look,” Ruby spoke plainly, glancing back toward Jimin and Jungkook as she observed only two of the members of their rival trio. “Seems one of the snakes got free.” She spoke softly, low enough for only Emmy to hear. 

“Shit.” Emmy cursed under her breath as she pushed her empty glass into Ruby’s hand. She looked around, noticing most guests were distracted in conversation, seeing a perfect opportunity for her to sneak away. She remembered the map of the vineyard that Jade retrieved prior to their visit, knowing that while Taehyung might have a head start, she had the layout of the facility and the code to get into the private cellar. Hopefully, those two elements would give her an upper hand. Worse case, she’d take the bottle from him by force. 

Stepping lightly, Emmy slipped out of sight from the group and got a rush from her sly nature. She swayed her hips in confidence as she fished the map from her purse, gaining a sense of her location compared to the layout. She paused in her stride, taking in the outline of her surroundings to determine her trajectory. As she examined the map, she heard the soft scuffles of boots against the floorboards.

Emmy silently gasped, quickly hiding behind a large barrel to go unnoticed in case it was a worker. She held her breath as she peeked around the barrel to see another individual with a similar apron to their tour guide and sighed as they continued down the corridor in the opposite direction that she was heading. She cautiously stepped back out into the open space and adjusted her attire before correcting her stance.

She turned on her heel and avoided clipping her heels against the flooring to seamlessly make her way through the underground. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she spotted the vaulted area of the wine cellar that presumably housed the esteemed bottle of Romanee Conti. She stashed the map back in her clutch, keeping vigilant for Taehyung or any other obstacles that would be in her way. 

Upon reaching the entrance of the vaulted room, she stood close to the keypad blending into the wall in case someone were to walk by as she snuck into their small fortress. She took one look over her shoulder before pressing in the code for entry, her fingertips creating a pretty little tune with each button tone. She heard the click of the lock sliding open and pulled the handle to swiftly step inside the vault.

As she stepped into the room, she could feel the temperature drop since they keep it refrigerated for long-term storage. Her skin automatically bristled with the abrupt change in the air before she noticed the bright copper suit of Taehyung standing in the middle of the room. “Hold the door!” He yelled, causing Emmy to furrow her brow as he ran towards her with his hand reaching out.

Reflexively she moved out of his way, watching as he dived for the vault door until it shut and she heard a series of small sounds. Taehyung slammed his fist against the surface and groaned in frustration with no regard for the volume. She pulled him away from the door and spun him around, “Are you out of your mind? If you keep that nonsense up, we’ll be caught!”

Taehyung looked annoyed as he hovered in her proximity. “There’s no way out otherwise, sweetheart.” He stepped around her, going back to the opposite side of the room and grabbing a bottle of wine around the neck before sliding to the ground. “Better get comfortable 'cause we’re not leaving until someone finds us.”

Emmy was processing that the noises she heard were the locking mechanism resetting itself as she watched Taehyung settle on the ground cradling the wine with the recognizable label that brought them there in the first place. She had half the mind to steal the bottle from his hands but was distracted by the horrifying reality that she might be stuck in a room with him. “There’s gotta be another way to get out of here.” 

She glanced around the room, finding the walls lined with racks of wine bottles from the ceiling to the ground. She sighed as she pulled open her clutch and dug for her phone. Taehyung noticed the device and rolled his eyes, “I’ve already tried, there’s no reception.”

Emmy didn’t take his word for it until she saw the absence of bars on her signal indicator replaced with a small red “x”. She shoved the phone back into her clutch, snapping the lip shut sharply. “Shit.” She hissed, taking in the environment she would need to endure for an undetermined duration.

“It’s not all bad…I can think of a few things we can do to pass the time.” Taehyung relaxed his posture, letting his legs create an inviting space between his thighs that looked comfortable and alluring all at once. 

Emmy scrunched her nose at his implication, crossing her arms over her chest as she cocked her hip. “I would keep thinking if I were you.”

Taehyung chuckled, subconsciously dragging his thumb across his bottom lip as he grinned mischievously. “I heard it doesn’t take much to change your mind. JK says you had no problem joining the mile-high club after a few drinks, and last time I checked we’re surrounded by very expensive wine.” He winked for good measure and Emmy narrowed her eyes with a spiteful flare in her irises. 

“Fuck you.”

“That’s the point, sweetheart.” He chuckled as Emmy groaned, moving to one of the racks and pulling out the first bottle she could find. 

She moved toward him and handed the wine to him. “Make yourself useful.” She demanded, allowing him to take the bottle and examine the wax seal. He glanced at her with a raise of his eyebrows as if questioning why she would want wine when he just teased her for being easy when she drank. “I’m gonna need all the wine to survive however long I’m stuck in here with you.”

—

The tour of the cellars concluded as the group of patrons migrated back upstairs to indulge in another round of wine tasting, this time sampling selections of their specialty wines.  Jade was diligently working on keeping Changbin in conversation, coming on too strong as the handsome tour guide internally recoiled from the thought of having to entertain her any further. 

Jimin moved up in the group, hovering not too far away from the terrible flirt as he picked up on some of the cute mannerisms of her attempts to engage Changbin. He smiled as he watched her nose scrunch each time she laughed, finding her adorable despite her terribly awkward flirting. 

He was studying a pamphlet of their wine selections, genuinely considering purchasing or, more so, stealing some to take back with them for a nightcap. He glanced up from the flier, watching as Changbin mentally began counting the guests huddled around him. Jimin quickly glanced back toward Jungkook, noticing that Taehyung was still nowhere to be seen.  He folded the paper in his hand, tucking it into the back pocket of his dress pants as he walked up toward Changbin knowing that Jade’s efforts to distract him were starting to fade as his irritation with the brunette grew. 

Jimin walked up to the pair with effortless swagger, placing his hand atop Changbin’s shoulder to pull his attention away from his efforts to count the patrons mingling in the large tasting gallery as they enjoyed the scenery of the large windows overlooking their pristine vineyard. 

“Excellent tour, I did have a quick question for you.” Jimin began, flashing Jade a look as if indicating for her to back off and let him take over. Changbin was happy to turn his attention onto Jimin, desperate to get a break from the persistent brunette. 

Jade huffed at his interruption, taking the opportunity to seek out Ruby as she grabbed a wine glass from one of the trays. “Can you believe he just interrupted me like that?” Jade groaned as she took a sizeable taste of her wine, watching as Ruby flashed her a look of pure annoyance. 

“How could he....” Ruby’s tone did little to hide her sarcasm as she set her empty wine glass down on a passing tray before snatching up another. She quickly tossed her head back to consume the nectar, leaving Jade to slap her shoulder in disbelief. 

“Ruby, this is not the time to get drunk off your ass.” Jade took a deep breath as she tried to settle her nerves, looking around to see if Emmy returned with a successful acquisition. To her dismay, Emmy was nowhere in sight as she turned her attention back to Changbin and Jimin. “I’m doing well, aren’t I?” Jade smiled proudly, knowing she bought Emmy plenty of time to sneak off. 

Ruby held her tongue, knowing that their tech genius was vastly out of her comfort zone. The last thing she wanted to do was call her out for her terrible flirting. “Yup. Absolutely.” Ruby looked at Jade’s glass, eyeing the wine within. “Gonna finish that?” 

Jade smacked her lips as she sent her comrade a glare of disapproval. “Enough alcohol. Make sure Emmy is back before the end of the tasting.” Jade added before drinking the rest of her sample, turning back towards Changbin to keep him engaged in a vast variety of questions about his craft. 

Ruby let out an exasperated sigh as she fought the urge to seek out another sample of wine. It wasn’t long until a familiar figure was looming beside her, spending his time indulging in the expensive cheese selections offered as hors-d'oeuvres as he stuffed his face with the delicious cheddar. Ruby watched Jungkook in disgust, rolling her eyes. “Do you have to be such a pig?” 

Jungkook grinned proudly through his mouthful of cheese, his lip piercing sparkling as he shrugged his shoulders. “What? It’s free food.” He stated simply, as he held a plate of his selections before grabbing a sample of wine to accompany his choices. “It’s better than watching your partner make a complete embarrassment of herself.” He added, shifting his gaze back toward Jade. 

Ruby didn’t respond, knowing that he wasn’t wrong. Seduction was definitely not Jade’s best skill and changing up the order in which they worked wasn’t yielding the best results. “Oh like you could do better.” 

Jungkook offered her a glance as if she was delirious about even thinking that he couldn’t top Jade’s performance effortlessly. “I managed to score your other friend,” Jungkook admitted shamelessly, holding up a piece of cheese as a goofy grin stretched across his lips. “What can I say, I’m just that grate in bed.” 

Ruby caught on to his cheese pun, cringing just as much as she did with Jade’s endless wine puns. “I’m not drunk enough for this.” She groaned as she walked away from Jungkook, taking the opportunity to venture closer to the open doors leading toward the courtyard, hoping some fresh air might help. 

Jungkook watched triumphantly as he managed to get Ruby away from the group, taking the opportunity to glance around for Emmy. He figured he could get a kick out of messing with her only to realize that the familiar curves of her ass and breasts were missing as he scanned the surrounding patrons. His eyes met Jade and Jimin still focusing their attention on Changbin, and Jungkook took a sip of wine knowing that things were about to get vastly interesting. Either Taehyung would succeed in scoring the vintage bottle or Jungkook would need to step in to take care of their annoying feminine trio.

—

The chilly air of the wine cellar caused Emmy to sit relatively close to Taehyung, utilizing his body heat to keep herself warm as they sat helplessly against the ground. Her back was pressed against one of the wine racks as she gulped back a sizeable amount of wine from one of the random bottles she snatched from the display. She savored the sweet sting of the wine as the warmth grew within her chest, feeling the side effects slowly hijack her rationality. 

Taehyung held out his hand in her direction as his eyelids hung seductively from the intoxication as he curled his fingers into his palm. “Don’t be a hog, sweetheart.” Emmy narrowed her eyes in his direction, stealing another swig before allowing him the opportunity to drink some more of the impairing substance. Her eyes noticed the line of the liquid was nearly at the bottom of the bottle, knowing they would soon be tempted to pop open another bottle as they impatiently awaited being discovered by someone. 

“Please, like there isn’t enough wine in here for the both of us.” Emmy scoffed, rolling her eyes as she dwelled on the reality of being trapped with one of the most infuriating men known to man. 

“Ah, there’s that bitchy attitude.” Taehyung chuckled as he downed the remainder of the bottle. Emmy’s eyes dropped to the junction between his legs, noticing the Romanee Conti she tried to attain was tucked between them, dangerously close to his manhood. She knew there was no point in trying to snatch it from him as she ultimately had nowhere to run off to, providing Taehyung the perfect opportunity to overpower her and take it back. 

She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down gently as she let the crown of her head fall back against the tall rack behind them. This mission was completely hopeless. She only wished Jade and Ruby would find them before some of the staff members. “Shut up.” She hissed back, completely unamused with his cocky persona. 

“Maybe we’ll be lucky enough to share a cell.” He implied, knowing that at this point, there was a good chance of anyone walking through that door and finding them over any member of their group. 

Emmy laughed sarcastically at the notion, shaking her head as she glared back at him. “Please, like they’d arrest me.” She knew he was mostly trying to get under her skin but the alcohol was causing both of their more flirtatious sides to make an appearance. She knew if that were ever the case, she’d pretend to be the love-sick girl wanting to fuck her boyfriend in a daring location, anticipating she’d get a warning at best if she bat her eyelashes sweetly. 

  “Well, aren’t you confident?” Taehyung’s tone dripped in agitation as he grabbed another random bottle off the shelf, popping it open with a pop of the cork as he passes the bottle back toward Emmy. “Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you might freeze before someone finds us.” He glanced down at her outfit, noticing the lack of fabric keeping her body concealed from the temperature compared to his suit. He passed his tongue lecherously against his bottom lip, taking the opportunity to shamelessly enjoy the sight of her body. 

Emmy took another sip of wine, scrunching her facial features from the strong flavor of the wine, glancing down at her attire. Thankfully, she was quite stubborn and managed to keep herself collected so far. Her limbs were starting to tingle from the cold temperature, leaving her with the occasional shiver. Taehyung leaned into her, whispering in her ear as he reached over to pluck the wine bottle from her hands. “I can keep you warm.”

Emmy pushed against his arm, moving him away from her despite her urge to wrap her arms around him to savor the warmth his body had to offer. “Ugh, please.” She groaned, rolling her eyes once again as she watched Taehyung shrug before drinking more alcohol. “You think that’s gonna get me to sleep with you? Do you know how many men I’ve flirted with?” She offered with a confident glare, knowing that over the years, the trio utilized her looks and dramatics to con men and gain favors. She’d be foolish to deny that she didn’t occasionally indulge in a handsome stranger for the sake of their hustle. 

“Not nearly as many as the women I’ve encountered,” Taehyung argued back, challenging her as he flashed her a handsome grin. “You’re not the only one who knows who to sell their looks for a hustle.” 

The pair sat in silence for a moment, realizing that they shared far more than they cared to admit. “At least men don’t have to flash their tits every two seconds to get a man’s attention.” She challenged him, knowing that women were vastly more sexualized than men. If anyone was going to win the competitive slut game, it would be her. 

Her comment instantly caused his eyes to drop to her chest, enjoying the sight of her ample breasts as her outfit only served to enhance them. “Oh trust me, I’ve had to flash more than my tits for a man.” Emmy’s eyes widened at his comment as he downed a sizeable chug of wine to drown out that memory. “Yeah, that foursome wasn’t my finest hour.” 

“Yeah, but have you stripped in front of a room full of men?” She countered, the alcohol beginning to blur her judgment as she took the wine bottle back from him, taking another sip to drown out her realities. Taehyung chuckled lightheartedly at her comment, knowing that thankfully he has never needed to do such a stunt. 

“Congratulations on joining the mile-high club by the way.” His eyes flashed in mischief as he recalled Jungkook sharing details about his conquest on the way to Japan. “Was it your first time? I like to consider myself the president of that one.” His eyes flashed wildly with determination to break her resolve, leaning over to hover his face closer to hers. “Did he fuck you good?”

Emmy scoffed as she took another sip, feeling her head swirl slightly from the overpowering liquid as she set the bottle down beside her. “At least I’ve been fucked recently. When was your last time?” She smiled maliciously, hoping to bruise his ego as his features hardened. 

“This morning actually.” He commented pridefully, glancing at her as he ran his thumb against his bottom lip. “I’d probably be fucking someone now if I wasn’t stuck in this cellar with you.” 

Emmy’s mouth hung open in disbelief as a shiver raked through her limbs, the cold finally settling in as her body began trembling slightly. Taehyung noticed the shift in her body language, smirking to himself as he leaned back in, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to pull her closer to his side. Emmy instantly relished in the warmth as she leaned into him, letting her hands travel beneath his suit jacket as the tips of her fingertips warmed from his body heat. 

She moaned in satisfaction as the ache of the chilled room was soothed by Taehyung’s warmth. The male hustler chuckled as he peered down at her clinging to his waist, her hands sliding over his white button-down and tickling his sides. “Now, that’s a sound I wouldn’t mind hearing more of.”

Emmy shivered as his warm breath wafted over her hairline while she tucked herself against him. Despite his remark, she refused to pull away and return to the cold environment. “Don’t flatter yourself, I just didn’t plan on getting stuck in a refrigerator.”

“You know…” Taehyung reached down, lifting Emmy’s chin up so that she looked up at him. “If you loosened up, you might enjoy yourself more.” His eyes grew heavy as he gazed down upon her bright eyes that seemed to darken with his challenge.

Emmy moved herself to sit in his lap, her hands still wrapped around his torso as she let the lapel of his jacket cover her bare arms. The bottle of Romanee Conti sat between her legs as she leveled their stares, no longer looking up at Taehyung, but rather making sure they were equal. The wine in her system had no ounce of self-preservation as she stood on her own against the more debauched male of his group. “Loosen up, huh? You mean fuck you?” She tilted her head, instinctively fluttering her eyelashes as she leaned into him.

Taehyung reached up and tangled his hand in her hair, pulling her closer and keeping his lips just out of reach. “What do you have to lose?” His eyes flicked down to admire her exposed thighs from the fabric of her sarong bunching up around her hips.

A more sober Emmy would say something about her dignity, but the need between her legs was far too demanding to argue. Instead, she was hellbent on proving that she was, in fact, loosened up as the alcohol disabled her rational thinking. “It’s not about losing…I just think you won’t satisfy me.” She ground her core against his lap, feeling his length twitch against her thigh as it hardened beneath her. 

Taehyung growled, his teeth clenched as he felt the blood rush to his groin from the friction of her weight sitting deliciously on his lap. With his hand still clutching her roots, he pulled the bottle from between their bodies and tossed it unceremoniously to the side before dragging her up his thighs. He yanked her head down, devouring her lips in a heated kiss as they ignored the shatter of glass beside them. 

Emmy struggled to breathe as Taehyung’s silver tongue slipped into her mouth, commandeering the oxygen from her lungs as his fingers dug themselves into her skin. Desperation dripped from their pores as the lust brewed in the intoxicating wine shared between them. Her heart dropped as her senses recognized the thick bulge rubbing against her covered clit. 

Her sweet moans fueled Taehyung’s desires as she whimpered on his tongue, grinding her warmth over his member, practically begging him to fuck her. He broke away from her lips, the flesh swollen and abused in his wake. He panted as his hand traveled from the back of her skull to the expanse of her throat, holding her in place. “Think this will satisfy you?” He lifted his hips, pressing into her core and watching as she shuddered against him.

“Just shut up.” She snapped, reaching down to his trousers and tearing at his buckle like a deranged animal. The sexual frustration caused her to act erratically until she would be filled by this obnoxious, but stupidly handsome man. 

Taehyung chuckled as she clawed at his pants, feeling the cool air become sweltering as they indulged in each other. He released her throat, allowing her easier access to his belt and zipper as he slipped out of his jacket. The sudden shock of the zipper sliding down against his length caused him to jump as Emmy’s hands dug into the fly of his boxers. “Fuck…” He groaned as her warm fingers wrapped around the girth of his dick, pulling him through the opening of the fly. He hissed when the engorged tip hit the crisp air of the vault until Emmy readjusted herself over his length.

Taehyung gripped her hips as she fumbled to push her panties to the side, balancing herself against the rack he was resting against while keeping him aligned with her entrance. “Damn it.” She cursed, becoming frustrated with the delay and the obstacle of her underwear. 

Taehyung slipped his hand between them, tracing the seam of her panties until he brushed against her dripping labia. He looped his index finger, pulling the fabric aside to assist Emmy in her efforts. She finally dropped down on his cock and they both cried out as she sunk down to the base. Taehyung filled her deliciously and she took the moment to savor the size of his girth, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as her walls tightened around him. 

Taehyung quickly went back to holding her hips, trying to guide her motions as she simply sat on him. He was needy for stimulation and his alcohol-induced brain demanded her to bounce on his dick promptly.  “You gotta move, I need to feel you.”

Emmy moaned as he lifted her, taking control again as she slammed herself back down into his lap. “Oh yes!” She could feel her insides stretching to accommodate his size and the blunt force of his tip hitting against her cervix was mind-numbing. She started building a rhythm, rolling her hips and moving more frantically as she chased the sensations overwhelming her senses. 

Taehyung smacked her ass, moving under her skirt to grip the plump flesh in his hands as her pussy strangled his length, clinging all the way up to the head before dropping back down. Emmy yelped from his abrasive actions and caused Taehyung to growl in her ear as he met her thrust for thrust. “Fucking take it, slut.”

Emmy recoiled at the demeaning words used towards her, shaking her from her daze before she grabbed his face in her hands and smothered his lips so he couldn’t ruin the moment anymore. Taehyung saw this as encouragement as she cried against his lips, his cock sliding into her heat easier as their juices mixed together. He moved away from her mouth, creating a trail of messy kisses along her jaw and down her neck as he mumbled more degradation against her skin.

She pushed him away from her, stilling her movements on his lap as she let his heavy cock rest against her walls. “Stop talking…” She shook his head between her palms, swiveling him on his neck from side to side. “Just fuck me.” She released her hold on his face, reaching behind to grip the wine rack as she proceeded to build her orgasm. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Should I call you baby girl instead?” He teased, allowing her to ride his dick to her heart’s content as he reaped the benefits. 

Emmy faltered in her strides as the nickname triggered the memory of Jungkook and all their salacious activity. Jungkook would mess with her just the same, but he always knew what to say in the moment to keep her interested while Taehyung seemed to be blurting out what he thought she wanted to hear. The only advantage Taehyung had over Jungkook was thickness. By no means is Jungkook small, but whereas his length hit deeper, Taehyung filled her to the brim. 

As she realized she was comparing the two men, she felt a pit in her stomach that she never felt before. She’s had plenty of flings and episodes of sexual exploits in her past, but the idea of messing with two guys that were working together to make her fail was unsettling. The fact that Jungkook set the bar of expectations that Taehyung couldn’t meet was another uncomfortable revelation. “Please, don’t call me that.”

Her voice whined in desperation as she felt the coils in her abdomen tighten, her pussy drenching his cock in her essence as she crashed her cervix again and again on the bulbous head of his dick. “Fuck!” She collapsed against him, clawing at his shoulders while he groaned beneath her, getting lost in her body and the way she moved on top of him. 

“I’m gonna cum, fuck. Don’t stop.” He panted, caressing her thighs that were aching as she struggled to amplify her motions. Taehyung could feel his balls swelling as they collided against her plump ass. The sensation moved up his shaft, creating intense pressure at his tip as he waited impatiently for her to fall apart. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum all over me.”

Emmy couldn’t withhold the noises escaping her vocal cords as she hit the pivotal part of her orgasm. “Yes, oh god yes!” Her moans echoed through out the vault, undoubtedly bouncing off the cavern of the underground cellar. She cried as her senses became overwhelmed by the stimulation of Taehyung’s length hardening inside to the point she could almost visualize every vein that pulsed through it. Another factor was the vast difference in temperatures of the room and the steamy heat simmering off their bodies. She gasped when he finally grunted beneath her, his body convulsing as his cum flooded her pussy. He continued to lightly bounce her along his firm member as it jerked ropes of hot liquid, instantly feeling it pool from her entrance. 

Her head buzzed as she collapsed against him, letting her head rest on his shoulder, their chests pounding rapidly from their spontaneous fucking. Taehyung pulled her head back up, taking in her blissed-out expression with a hum singing in his throat. “You look so hot when you cum.” He kissed her, making sure to leave an impression of his tongue in her mouth before helping her off his lap. 

Emmy felt weak as his cock slipped from inside her, their cum gushing as she crashed down beside him, shy of the bottle that was left for dead in a puddle of its own nectar. Leaving his proximity made her vulnerable to the cool conditions of the room, causing her to shudder as the air hit her warm skin. 

Taehyung tossed her his jacket before tucking himself back into his boxers and fixing the fly of his bottoms. He chuckled as he noticed the wet patch on the crotch of his pants. “Look at the mess you made, sweetheart.” He cooed, unashamed of how the possible stain will look when and if they are found. 

Emmy groaned, feeling the moisture between her legs, wishing she could clean it up. Unfortunately, she would have to endure until they were released from their prison. She opted for crossing her legs, hoping that it would keep from dripping all over her thighs and seeping through anything other than her already soiled panties. 

“Did that satisfy you?” Taehyung hummed as he closed his eyes, riding on the euphoria of his orgasm and the gentle lull of the wine they drank earlier. Emmy was silent as she leaned her head back against the rack. Taehyung heard her simply sigh with agitation and smirked with confidence. “It’s okay, I already know.” Emmy couldn’t wait for someone to find them as a sudden ache pressed against her temple.

—

Changbin internally cringed as Jade’s smile shined up at him as he sought the refuge of the other guests, growing tired of her attention. Despite the dread in the pit of his stomach, he returned a kind smile as he addressed her, hoping her question was quick so that he could attend to his tour members. “Can I help you?” He didn’t remember using this phrase so much in his lifetime, but the question was starting to become tiresome.

“Actually, I was curious about one of your particular bottles…the 1945 Romanee-Conti?” Jade twirled the end of her hair around her finger, causing the others observing her to roll their eyes. 

Ruby hated having to be the vigilant one in this mission, forced to endure the torment of poor flirtation and being dragged on an informational journey of the sweet nectar she wanted to get intoxicated on. Jungkook was appalled by Jade’s lack of subtly, cringing at her blatant focus on Changbin and the obvious target for their score.  He found he was becoming impatient in waiting for Taehyung to return, realizing Emmy was gone for a similar duration as well. 

He contemplated the scenarios of what transpired down in the cellar when it came to the two most promiscuous people he knew searching for the same item. He downed his sample of wine, smacking his lips together as he ingested the rich flavor. He placed the glass down before clapping Jimin on the back, his gaze fixated on the distracted Changbin who was enabling Jade’s curiosity for the most expensive wine in their chateau. “I’m gonna see if V needs backup.” He spoke low, keeping his voice quiet to avoid anyone eavesdropping on their conversation. 

Jimin was startled from his thoughts by the abrupt pressure on his spine. He held his glass of white wine, swirling the liquid as he leaned closer toward Jungkook. “Are you sure you’re going to help V or is it to play with klepto barbie)?” He shot his comrade a stern look, accusing the younger male of thinking with his dick rather than his brain. 

Jungkook just grinned, his teeth glistening under the atmospheric lighting of the tasting gallery. His hand slipped up to cup Jimin’s shoulder, giving the deltoid muscle an affirming squeeze. “Why can’t it be both?” His chuckle drifted through the air softly, soothing Jimin’s ears despite the suggestion of mischief in his words. 

“JK-”

“Don’t worry, Chimmy. When have I ever let you down?” Even though his handsome smile could fool anyone else, Jimin knew the horns hidden within his styled hair. 

Jimin narrowed his eyes, his expression unamused by Jungkook’s playfulness. “I don’t know, my alias still isn’t the best.” He grumbled as the nickname Jungkook and Taehyung adopted for him seemed to stick despite his protest for something more relatable to theirs. 

Jungkook smirked, biting back his laughter at the disapproving look Jimin was sending his way. He adjusted his shirt, sparing the tech specialist one last glance. He shrugged his shoulders, patting Jimin on the back. “Sorry, but JM just doesn’t roll off the tongue like JK does,” Jimin mumbled a complaint under his breath, his head jerking mockingly as he mimicked Jungkook. 

The youngest member ignored his grumpy partner, turning his attention back to Changbin and Jade’s conversation. Jade was acting intrigued by the storage protocols of the expensive bottle as the tour guide fed Jungkook the information he needed to find the location of the bottle and hopefully the absent Taehyung. “You’ve got it from here, right?”  He pulled away without a response, his escape route in sight. Get in and get out so they can finally dip from this chateau with some easy money. 

Jungkook successfully evaded the group taste-testing the wines and cheeses in the luxurious gallery, making his way back down into the large cellar underground. He retraced his steps, looking for the details mentioned by Changbin in order to follow the path to his destination. He turned down a certain passage of barrels and noticed the promised door that led to the vaulted room of the vineyard’s most prestigious wines.

His fingers brushed against the keypad, racking his brain for the code Jimin regurgitated to Taehyung who struggled to remember the sequence. Jungkook quickly dialed in the code, holding his breath until the locking mechanism clicked from its slots. The welcoming access had Jungkook pushing against the door, adjusting to the change of temperature until he took in the image of Emmy and Taehyung settled on the floor of the chilled room. 

Jungkook stood in the entryway, his brows furrowed together as he noticed the subtle hints of sex lingering between the two. Taehyung had his usual lazy smile on his lips along with the proud tangles of his thick hair prominently displaying as his belt was buckled loosely around his waist with a wet spot over his crotch, and his zipper only halfway up. Not to mention, the hints of lipstick on Taehyung’s skin that matched the shade decorating Emmy’s lips. 

Jungkook’s eyes averted toward his feisty little stripper, feeling an uncomfortable churn in his gut. Emmy had Taehung’s copper-colored coat over her shoulders with frayed strands of hair sticking up every which way as her features seemed relaxed. It was an expression he recognized on her from their previous interactions and that alone told him everything he needed to know. “Well, what do we have here?”

Emmy and Taehyung seemed to finally realize they weren’t alone and shot up, looking towards the door. Taehyung was elated to find Jungkook had found them and quickly rose to his feet, catapulting himself in the direction of his friend. “JK! You found us! We thought we would never leave.” 

Jungkook jerked away from Taehyung’s boisterous voice as the strong scent of wine smothered him along with the arms of his partner. The manner in which Taehyung dramatically flung himself into Jungkook’s arms and slurred his words were strong indicators that he was drinking on the job. That’s when Jungkook noticed the bottles resting beside Emmy, who wobbled unevenly as she stood up in her heels. 

He pushed Taehyung away as he looked down at the ground and saw the puddle of wine that flowed from a broken bottle. “Did you break the wine?” Leaving Taehyung to rest against the door as a prop to keep it open, he approached Emmy before bending down to examine the label. He clicked his tongue with annoyance, pushing the muscle against the inside of his cheek. “Good job, you two.”

Emmy looked at the broken bottle in his large hands before drifting down to the floor to see the contents splattered across the floorboards. “Oops…” She stumbled slightly on her heels as she reached out towards the bottle in Jungkook’s hand. “Maybe we can save some of it, and scoop it inside.”

Jungkook sighed as he kept the bottle out of her reach, vaguely hearing Taehyung agree with Emmy’s proposal from behind him. “Don’t be stupid.” Jungkook grabbed her wrist and guided her around the remnants of their mistakes on the floor. Once she was safe from the hazardous mess, he curled an arm around her waist as he carelessly dropped the now expandable Romanee-Conti, unapologetic as it shattered the glass bottle even more. “How hard did he fuck you, baby girl?”

Emmy struggled against him as he kept her close, pulling her toward the exit and leaving without their score since it was damaged. “I’m not stupid.” She protested with a slight whine in her voice, upset that Jungkook single-handedly made her regret her decision to sleep with Taehyung even before he arrived. The cum between her thighs was acting as a tormenting reminder. 

“Come on, let’s get you two out of here.” Jungkook pushed Taehyung out of the way, watching the intoxicated male fumble out into the corridor as he dragged Emmy from the refrigerated room. 

“Fuck you! Let go of me.” She grunted, trying to claw her way from his strong grip until she felt her back collide with the door of the vault. Jungkook slipped Taehyung’s coat from her shoulders, replacing his hands across her bicep and being the warmth she needed from the cool air surrounding them. 

He held her firmly against the door as he leaned in close, breathing the sweet taste of wine on her lips from the proximity. “Trust me, baby girl. I was planning on it.” Emmy blinked up at him, waking up from her daze as she registered the frustration over his features. Jungkook bit his lip, drinking the large pupils that stared up at him as they pulled him into their depths. He groaned, “Next time, come look for me if you want to have some fun, yeah?”

Emmy’s fuzzy comprehension had no response to Jungkook and his reaction to her salacious activity with Taehyung, or his request to seek him out in the future. In a more sober state, she would have some sharp remark to dismantle his advances, but instead, she was left speechless. Then she felt the soft kiss of his lips on hers and then her thoughts short-circuited. When he pulled away, she incoherently made a noise in response to an air of confusion.

Jungkook licked his lip, collecting the tingly sensation that kissing her left. “Remember that instead.” He pushed away from her, throwing Taehyung’s coat over his arm as he gently guided Emmy down the path to leave the underground cellar. He then paused, turning to grab the closest bottle of wine before tucking it in the material of the coat draped over his arm. “Might as well take a souvenir.”