#ace has a praise kink because of course he does and because i said so

[chenziee]

Love Like Fire

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Days on the Moby Dick usually passed by quietly. The only excitement lately were the occasional navy attacks—or raids by pirates too young and too naive to realise they stood no chance against the main force of the Whitebeard Pirates. Incidents like that might have been few and far between but even so, they always made Marco smile. They reminded him of how Ace became a part of the family and although he wasn’t the only one of them to come on board by challenging Edward Newgate himself… he was by far the easiest one to tease about it.

And tease they did—to the point that Ace would even refuse to talk to them for the rest of the day sometimes, instead choosing to hang out with Deuce or Kotatsu over his brothers. And over Marco.

Sometimes, Marco felt bad about it but then he would look at Ace’s puffed up cheeks, the embarrassed look in his eyes, and the adorably flushed face… and he would instead feel fondness burn in his chest like quiet blue fire, warming him up from the very core and all the way to his fingertips.

Sometimes, he felt bad about that, too, but then he would feel Ace’s lips stretching into a smile against his own and all doubt—or thought—would go straight out the window right along with any more teasing remarks.

Maybe it wasn't fair, tying Ace up to a much older man like himself but well… Ace wasn't the type to do anything against his will or take no for an answer. Not when he really wanted something and not when he knew the other person wanted him too. And Marco was too weak to those freckles, as well as to the fire burning behind those eyes.

Honestly, Ace didn't have to fight Marco very hard to convince him.

That was how they ended up ‘always annoying’ the rest of their family to no end with their ‘flirting’ and ‘no consideration for us poor single bastards’. Now, that was something Marco didn’t feel bad about in the least. Honestly, watching his brothers lose their minds over them was about as funny as teasing Ace was.

It was probably only a matter of time before Marco realised there was a way to get both reactions at once. He only didn't expect it to be quite this simple… or this effective.

"Babe, can you hold this for me, yoi?" Marco said during one of Pop's check ups on deck, handing out his medical chart in Ace's general direction.

Ace's eyes blew wide at the pet name, gaping at Marco with his mouth hanging open as he stared up at him owlishly from where he was sitting on the deck next to him, not moving a muscle.

"Babe?" Marco tried again when he got no response.

Only then did Ace move, his movements robotic and stiff as he ripped the medical chart out of Marco's hand. "Shut up," he muttered, trying to sound annoyed but only coming off embarrassed.

"Yes, Marco. Shut up, I beg you," Haruta agreed, going so far as to make a show of covering his ears.

A smirk pulled on Marco's lips. Ignoring Haruta as well as Pops's loud laughter, he instead turned to his boyfriend. "Ace, are you weak to pet names?"

Immediately, Ace’s face flushed bright red. There was a beat of silence, one too long to be considered natural, before Ace finally replied, “No.”

It sounded so defiant, so pouty, while Ace refused to even look at anyone… that Marco burst out laughing.

That was honestly a better reaction all around than he had hoped—both from Ace and Haruta. He wondered… how far could he push before he got thrown overboard?

And that was how his little game started.

“Darling, did you want anything from the kitchen, yoi?” he asked a day later as he got up from his chair in the medical room.

“No, but thank you,” Izo answered immediately while fastening his kimono after his check up. There was a smirk playing on his lips that betrayed the fact that he knew exactly who Marco was talking to.

Marco bit back a laugh. “I don’t recall you sneaking into my cabin at questionable hours in the morning, yoi,” he told the gunman instead.

At that, Izo made a face, rolling his eyes before he left the room with a dramatic swish of his coat.

Marco chuckled before turning to Ace, who was once again sitting frozen—this time in the patient’s chair where he had been lounging, keeping Marco company while he worked. Marco took in the sight his boyfriend made right then; his head was resting against his knees where he had been quite obviously sleeping up until that moment but now he was wide awake, a look in his eyes as if Thatch had just caught him sneaking into the fridge at three in the morning again. His hair was messy but looked as soft as ever, making Marco want to run his fingers through it, to feel the strands sliding through his fingers like silk. And finally… there was that adorable blush.

The corners of Marco’s mouth twitched upwards as he returned Ace’s stare with his own.

“I’m going to get some coffee, yoi,” he noted after a moment. “Did you want a snack?”

Only then did Ace look away, closing his eyes momentarily as he shook his head, seemingly trying to clear it. “I could use some food,” he mumbled, uncharacteristically quiet.

Hearing, seeing him like that… Marco finally burst out laughing. Ignoring Ace’s half-hearted glare, Marco stepped forward, reaching out to ruffle Ace’s hair. “As you command, my prince.”

“Fuck off.” Ace slapped his hand away as he growled, a hint of annoyance finally making it to his voice.

“My princess, then?” Marco suggested.

His only response was a fistful of sparks in his face.

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"Are you trying to kill Ace?" Vista asked Marco a few days later over a mug of beer.

"I don't know what you mean, yoi," Marco replied, being careful not to let any signs of amusement show.

Vista gave him an unimpressed look. “You’re a little shit.”

“Maybe,” Marco conceded. “But you can’t deny he’s cute, yoi.”

“Yes I can. Because I, as opposed to some other people, am not hopelessly in love with a few freckles.”

Marco rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his sake, “Oh come on, you know it’s not the freckles, yoi. Not only anyway.”

“Not going to deny the ‘hopelessly in love’ part?”

Marco huffed. “Would you believe me if I did?”

Finally, Vista laughed. He shook his head at Marco, giving him a look so full of amused disbelief that Marco had to laugh as well. “Point taken. Just don’t make him set the ship on fire or something."

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Marco was honestly a little disappointed when after a week, instead of Vista’s prediction, both Ace and their brothers seemed to have gotten used to Marco’s teasing. Adorable blushes were replaced by annoyed looks, mumbled ‘shut up’s replaced by sighs, dramatic fake gagging replaced by silence.

He supposed that was the end of his fun. But he wasn’t about to give up—not without a fight.

It was time to step up his game.

Those were the sentiments he felt when he walked into Moby Dick’s kitchen one morning during breakfast. He took in the sight of his brothers sitting around the dining tables while the cooks ran around, refilling plates and water pitchers and scolding anyone who didn’t finish their food.

He quickly walked through the room, passing by the group where Teech was loudly complaining about the lack of fights lately while stuffing his face with a cherry pie—as if having a few weeks to relax once in a while was a bad thing—and made his way to his usual table with the other division commanders.

He wasn’t surprised to find most of them there already; Izo holding his chopsticks like they were an artistic instrument, elegance in his every movement while Rakuyo next to him bit into his meat like a caveman, with the rest of them falling somewhere on the scale in between. The only exceptions were Thatch cooking behind the counter, Namur on watch duty, Jozu, who was presumably still sleeping, and finally, Ace.

Ace, who was sitting at the table with a spoon dripping porridge in hand while his head rested on the table, the man clearly having fallen asleep in the middle of eating again. At least someone had been paying enough attention this time to pull his bowl away before he drowned. 

That would be one stupid way to die for a man with a 550 million bounty on his head.

Chuckling to himself, Marco made his way to his designated seat. He wasn’t even sure when the others had started leaving the chair next to Ace open for him but he still appreciated the gesture. It was very sweet, even though it came with teasing remarks and stupid jokes.

“Good morning, yoi,” he greeted as he sat down.

“Morning,” everyone echoed with varying degrees of energy behind it.

A smile pulling on his lips, Marco reached out towards Ace, running his fingers gently through his soft, thick hair until his boyfriend stirred, a sleepy hum escaping him. Marco huffed, leaning forward to press a kiss to Ace’s hair. “Morning, love.”

“Hm. G’morning,” Ace slurred before he finally sat up.

“Coffee?” Marco asked just like he did every morning.

“Please.” Ace yawned loudly, looking like he was about to fall right back to sleep.

Marco stood up again with an amused huff passing through his lips. It wasn’t like coffee would help much with Ace’s narcolepsy, they both knew—but it wasn’t like that was ever the point of their morning coffee ritual. Just having something warm to drink while they would quietly listen to the others’ chatter, Ace dozing away while resting his head on Marco’s shoulder… that was more than enough.

He didn’t even have to say anything; the moment he approached the kitchen counter, the distinct aroma hit Marco’s nose as Thatch put two steaming mugs in front of him. Ah, the beauty of morning rituals.

Nodding at Thatch in thanks, Marco grabbed the mugs and walked back toward his seat, placing one of the mugs in front of Ace. “Here you go, daddy.”

“Thanks,” Ace muttered absent mindedly while the entire kitchen went deathly silent.

Marco bit on his bottom lip to keep the laughter threatening to bubble out of his chest inside. It was hard though, considering the looks of pure horror on everyone’s faces as they openly stared at them, as well as the fact that Ace apparently had not yet processed what Marco had said. He honestly wasn’t sure which was funnier.

“Here you go what?!” Blenheim asked, his voice but a high pitched squeak.

“Please tell me he didn’t just say that,” Vista begged.

“I did not hear anything. Nope. Nothing. Nothing at all.” Haruta was covering his ears once again, muttering to himself assurances of denial.

On the other hand… Pops two tables over simply laughed as if he had just heard the most hilarious joke ever—earning himself many glares from seemingly traumatised crewmembers. Glares which only made the man laugh harder. “Way to go, Ace! That’s my son!” he called.

At that, Ace finally looked up from his coffee; he blinked once, then twice, looking around the room in confusion until his gaze fell on Marco. He opened his mouth, probably to ask what the hell was going on but then he closed it again as his eyes went wide and a light turned on inside his head. And then, Marco was blessed to witness all the blood in Ace's body racing to his face. It was honestly impressive, the speed and intensity at which his face turned bright red…

And finally, Marco burst out laughing at the sight. He couldn’t help it. It was just so funny seeing Ace of all people so embarrassed. He was usually very devil-may-care about everything—everything but pet names… and the word daddy, apparently.

Marco really should have tried this sooner.

The longer he looked at Ace’s face, meeting his glare unashamedly, the redder Ace got. And everyone kept laughing at the sight… until Mraco noticed a flickering light from somewhere around where Ace’s butt was meeting the wood of his chair—light that was getting brighter, clearer, stronger with each passing second. And then…

Ace was on fire.

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It took about an hour to clean up the kitchen after that and then another hour for Thatch to stop yelling at them both. Thankfully, Ace didn’t manage to actually set anything on fire but his chair, as well as the part of the table he was sitting at, was badly charred and hardly usable anymore. They would need to replace both, the cost taken from what would have been their portions of the treasure they’d get from their next pirating endeavour. And the one after that and probably the one after that too.

And still, Marco’s only thought was ‘worth it.’

“I can’t believe you actually self-combusted, yoi.” Marco could barely speak in between his bouts of laughter.

“Oh fuck you,” Ace groaned, throwing himself on Marco's bed. “You got me fucking grounded for no reason. What’s wrong with you?”

Marco gulped heavily, trying to keep his amusement down. “Come on, you have to admit it’s funny. If it were anyone else, you’d be laughing too! Also I got grounded right along with you, yoi,” he pointed out as he sat down on the bed next to Ace.

“As you fucking should. It was entirely your fault,” Ace hissed with a glare.

“I’m not the one who almost set the ship on fire, yoi,” Marco pointed out, then reached out with one of his hands to brush Ace’s hair away from his eyes.

He was surprised his hand wasn’t slapped away; instead, Ace leaned into his touch, his own hand coming up to grab Marco’s and keep it in place against his cheek before he shot Marco a look. “I’m not the one saying embarrassing shit in front of everyone.”

“Oh so it’s okay if I do it in private?” Marco asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ace didn’t say anything to that. His eyes veered off to the side, chewing on his bottom lip while his grip on Marco’s hand tightened… and Marco felt warmth pooling in his chest, spreading in all directions and all the way to his fingertips. Ace was honestly so—

“Okay, I will tell you as many times as you want, yoi,” Marco mumbled, leaning  down to press a kiss to Ace’s forehead. “You’re so cute.” A kiss to his cheek. “Handsome.” The other cheek. “So precious to me.” Nose. “If anything happened to you, I don’t know what I would do.” Adam’s apple.

Ace gulped heavily, Marco could only assume to try and keep down an embarrassed squeak—or maybe a moan. Marco only smiled against Ace’s skin while he traced kisses back up the slope of Ace’s neck.

“I love you.” 

Mouth.

Ace sighed into the kiss, their lips moulding together as if made for this. They moved slowly, gently against each other, the touch sending shivers down Marco’s spine. It didn’t matter how many times they did this; it would always feel like that first time on Moby Dick’s stern, the ocean breeze blowing past them and causing Ace’s hair to get in between them, completely ruining the moment.

It was honestly horrible—yet at the same time, it was the best kiss they had ever shared.

A kiss full of laughter and built up emotion, warm and so very sweet and Marco would never forget the feeling. Would never forget how Ace made him feel—so much happier, so much stronger than anyone else ever had.

He really, truly loved this man; he was young, passionate and hot-headed, yet so very insecure in his worth. And it was in that moment that Marco decided; he would always be there to remind Ace just how important he was. How loved he was. 

Not only by Marco, but Pops and their brothers as well.

“I love you,” Marco repeated, his words but a whisper against Ace’s skin.

“Shut up already,” Ace breathed back as his arms circled around Marco’s neck to pull him closer.

Marco grinned against Ace’s lips, stubbornly saying the words one last time.

“I love you, daddy.”

A beat of silence passed.

“Oh my god, stop!” Ace groaned, pushing Marco away half-heartedly.

He was obviously trying to sound annoyed, going so far as to roll his eyes dramatically… but his voice was shaking with badly suppressed laughter, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards as his face threatened to split into that bright, sunny smile that always warmed Marco up to the very core.

And Marco, seeing the amused sparks in his eyes, the blush on his beautiful, freckled face, the dimples on his soft cheeks…

He didn’t hesitate in taking another taste of those warm, sweet lips.

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Marco woke up the next morning to fingers lightly running across his skin—caressing his face as if to memorise its features… and just like every day, Marco marvelled at the irony of Ace being the first to wake up.

And just like every day, he pretended to be asleep just a little bit longer.

It was only once Ace moved on to play with his hair that Marco stirred, blinking up at his lover lazily. “Good morning, love,” he said softly, voice barely above whisper.

“Mn,” Ace hummed back, his lips curling into a smirk. “Morning, Pineapple.”

“Really?” Marco snorted. “That’s the best you could come up with, yoi?”

Ace’s smirk only widened. “That's the best start. This is war now.”

A beat of silence passed while Marco met Ace’s gaze, studying his expression to gauge how serious he was. But, upon finding nothing but stubborn, bright red flame of determination behind those dark eyes, he huffed and shook his head.

“What does the winner get?” Marco asked. He could feel his own blue, quiet flame growing in response to Ace’s challenge.

“Satisfaction,” Ace replied immediately but then shrugged. “Also a blow job, I guess?”

Marco laughed. It was just so childish and stupid and ridiculous to hold a competition like this; who in their right mind would even agree? With that in mind, Marco’s answer was clear.

“Deal.”

He only questioned his own age for a second before that cursed smile appeared on Ace’s face once more and then… nothing else even mattered anymore.

Without even pausing to think about it, he reached out towards Ace, letting his fingers gently slide up and down the smooth, naked skin of Ace’s side. He took great pleasure in the shiver that visibly ran down Ace’s spine under his touch.

"How about a pre-victory prize, yoi?" Marco asked, his lips curling into a smirk of his own.

"For me? Sure," Ace responded with a cheeky wink before he leaned down to press his lips to Marco's… but then pulled away immediately. "God your breath is terrible."

Marco rolled his eyes. "As if yours is any better, yoi.”

"Fair," Ace laughed, then leaned down once more for a proper kiss.

Just as they were slowly losing themselves in each other, they were interrupted by shouting from the deck and loud cries full of excitement at the news.

"Thatch found a devil fruit!!"

[nyxxxx-onepieces-dragun]

Hello there I hope your doing well and your day is going well too ,so it say that in your ask box is open for request, well I would really love to request bottom ace with gn reader or just female reader, go wild it could be a headcanon or a short fic dosent matter!

A/N: Oml hi anon! I am doing great and I hope your doing good as well!^^ sorry it took me awhile to get to ur request I have finals coming up so I was studying hella hard, but your request has been fulfilled and I cannot fathom how bad I would top this man js sayin. Also the song NASTY by russ helped write this But enjoy all my lovelies! ;3

Characters: Bottom!Ace x fem reader (fem is easier for me I hope thats alr!) and all the good bottom-top stuff! also a bit NSFW so yea- no minor's pls!^^

Bottom Ace Headcanons

Okay firstly, like I said in my other NSFW Ace hc, he has a praise kink, he likes giving praise, but my oh my, does he LOVE receiving it, call him a "good boy~" or say "your doing such a good job love~" he's immediately melting into you, filling your womb with his kids.

He's a whimperer and a beggar, no doubt about it, like he'll act all macho-man in front of everyone else, but when you two are alone he's begging you to ride him harder, small whimpers escaping his pretty sun-chapped lips "p-please y/n~ a-ah~! harder!~..." he'll whine strands of his ravenette sticking to his sweaty forehead.

When you first asked to be on top, he was hesitant since he thought he wouldn't like it because he's usually on top, but when you teased and edged him to an explosive orgasm, he has now become your pillow princess, though of course he'll make sure you feel good too <3

Hair pulling. I don't know why but I feel like he enjoys it when you tug at his raven locks a stinging pain on his scalp elevating his high, makes him moan more too.

Aftercare: Mk so this bb needs lots of cuddles and kisses, receiving or giving wise, he likes to be little spoon and feel extra loved, will be a big baby if you say that you want to be little spoon cause thats his place 🥺 but will big spoon you none the less <3

He's a switch but prefers being bottom boy cause he's a little lazy and he also just passes out sometimes due to his narcolepsy, so instead of you having to wait for him to wake up (which can take hours hehe) you can just keep going cause why stop?

he regularly gets teased by Marco and Thatch because he "follows you around like a puppy" according to the both of them, but what they don't know is he is your little puppy bottom boi ;3

I apologize if this isn't well-written as it is my first time writing something like this but I hope the anon that requested it and everyone else enjoyed reading it as I did writing it! reposts/reblogs are welcome js credit me! <3

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Herbie (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Mechanic!Chan x F.Reader Themes: Smut | Some Fluff | Strangers to Friends to Lovers Word Count: ~10k | AO3 Synopsis: Chris was the best mechanic you’d ever met. He was good at his craft, capable of bringing your dingy car back to life time and time again. He was, also, excellent at riling you up just by existing, which wasn’t the best when you were absolutely convinced he just wanted to be friends with you. But maybe, just maybe, he’d prove you wrong. [You can find part two here]. Warnings: curvy/chubby reader · reader is clueless · personification of an inanimate object (the car is referred to by name and male pronouns sometimes) · improper use of car related vocabulary probably (author is clueless on the topic, they don’t even know how to drive) · discussions of weight and usage of the word fat (in a very neutral manner) · Christopher is Stronk · special guest appearance: Jisung.

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Author’s Note: mechanic!chan was suggested by an “anon” (👀), after they watched this performance, and i felt inspired by the suggestion, so i decided to write a little something for it. a little something that somehow managed to gather more words than i ever expected, as usual. anyway, hope it doesn’t disappoint :^)

fun fact: i dreamt once that i wrote a fic called herbie, so i guess the prophecy has been fulfilled now.

Smut Warnings: the reader has an oral fixation · the reader has sexually charged thoughts (i can’t blame her) · pet names (baby, babe, gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, etc) · lots of praising (it’s a staple in my chan fics at this point, oops) · praise kink · strength kink if you squint? · oral [M&F.Rec] · deepthroating/mouth fucking · protected penetration [piv].

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Christopher Bang. 

The man who’d saved your ass countless times in the past handful of months. The man who’d been plaguing your thoughts since the very first moment you entered his repair shop.

And to think it was your older brother’s fault. ‘Get a second-hand car’, he said. ‘It’s cheap and super reliable’, he said. ‘Yes, of course it’ll be fine’, he said. Your brother was, ultimately, full of bullshit. You’d never trust his opinion ever again.

Getting a second-hand car was quite possibly the worst financial decision you’d ever taken.

At first you’d been incredibly excited. You even named it Herbie, after the famous car that was… Well, called Herbie. 

With Herbie, you’d be able to get to work faster, you’d no longer have to stay in uncomfortable social situations just because you were waiting for your ride for the night to take you home, you’d no longer have to balance grocery bags on your tiny bicycle, you’d be independent. 

For two months, you were living your best life with Herbie. But then he started showing The Signs.

It started with the AC not turning on, then, the wipers wouldn’t wipe, until eventually, he shut down completely. Which wouldn’t have been so bad, had it not happened while you were driving on the fucking highway. To say you were pissed was an understatement. That day, when that happened, you were fortunate enough to be with your friend, Jisung. 

Not only did Jisung calm your fit of rage, but he also told you he had a friend who fixed cars for a living. ‘He’s very reliable. He won’t overcharge you, really. I vouch for him, trust him with my life at this point’, which, honestly, finding a mechanic these days that wasn’t trying to find problems that weren’t there to overcharge you was hard, so you took Jisung’s advice and took Herbie to Wolfgang: Repair Shop.

That was where you saw Chris the first time.

You could still remember the exact moment your eyes landed on him. Although, to be fair, the first thing you saw were his boots peeking out from below a car.

“Hello?” You heard a thud after you greeted the pair of legs, followed by a very graceful ‘Fuck!’.

“Just one second!” He slid from under the car, and when he stood from the creeper, you honestly weren’t prepared.

Broad shoulders, strong, defined arms, a mess of curls on his head, plush, pink lips, and that nose. Jisung had forgotten to give you the most important detail about his friend, the fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous. Even with the oil coating his exposed arms, hands, and the smudge on his cheek, he was probably one of the finest specimens you’d ever seen.

“Can I help you?” He smiled, and God, he had dimples, too. Of fucking course he had to have dimples…

“I’m–I–” You were embarrassing yourself, barely even capable of forming a coherent sentence, all as he looked at you with a glint of amusement in his eyes. So you got your bearings, taking a deep breath. “My car keeps dying on me. I’m a friend of Jisung’s, he told me to come to you”.

“Oh!” His eyes widened and he honestly looked beyond surprised. “You are Jisung’s friend?” There was a slight tone of disbelief in his voice, and the way he looked you up and down honestly confused you a bit. Was there a problem with your outfit? It was a bit warm out and this was a nice, comfortable dress… Maybe you were supposed to wear something different to a car repair shop? Maybe it was one of those social rules no one talked about but you were supposed to just know they existed. 

Regardless, you decided to ignore the thought altogether, because he started talking again. “I’m Chris. I’d offer my hand, but I don’t think you’d like to get yours covered in motor oil”, he chuckled, wiping his hands on a rag that hung from his belt, and it genuinely made you smile. “C’mon, let’s take a look at your car and see what we can do. Hm?”

That was how it all started. Chris was polite, he certainly knew his way around these things, and every time you had a problem with Herbie you went to his shop. At some point, you became well acquainted with him, it was impossible not to when Herbie kept dying practically every other week, and when Chris was just so friendly.

You enjoyed spending time at the shop with him, and sometimes you wondered if you were being weird or annoying by staying a bit longer than any customer probably would, but Chris seemed to be just as engaged in the conversation as you were every time, so that spark of doubt in you always died very quickly. 

After a couple of months, Chris simply handed you a piece of paper. ‘Here’s my number. Text me whenever you need’.

And you did. Although, you took a while to text him. You finally did it only because Herbie had started to leak water; after all, that was what he had given you his number for. But it seemed like after that Chris and you just… started to talk about other things, completely unrelated to Herbie.

“You slut, who you texting with that smile on your face? Did you finally get yourself a man?” Jisung teased you one day when you were hanging out with him, supposedly watching movies.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “As if. You know the only thing I attract are mosquitoes, and it’s only because they want to suck my blood. It’s just Chris. He sent me this funny video of Wolfgang, wanna see?”

Wolfgang was Chris’ dog, an overly excited husky that seemed to be a walking disaster. You told Chris once in passing that you liked dogs, that it cheered you up whenever you saw them do their Dog Things, and since then he started to send you pictures or videos of his dog regularly, which you highly appreciated, they did bring up your mood every time.

Jisung blinked at you. “Christopher Bang? My friend Chris?”

“Yeah? Which other Chris do we both know?” You returned your eyes to your phone, chuckling at a meme Chris had just sent you.

“What’s he sending you? Lemme see”, Jisung grabbed your phone out of your hands, ignoring your protests altogether. “Huh… Would you look at that…”

“Why are you scrolling? Stop that, it’s a private conversation”, you lunged at your friend, trying to get the phone out of his hands. After a bit of jostling he finally relented, and you huffed as you diverted your attention back to the chat with Chris.

Jisung called your name, and you looked up from your phone to your friend, seeing his confused face. “You… You do know he’s flirting with you, right?”

“What?” You laughed at that. “Don’t be ridiculous”.

“I’m being serious”, Jisung turned to face you fully on the sofa, looking at your face very intently. He was quiet for a moment, but then he was gasping–rather dramatically, if you might add. “Oh my God! You haven’t noticed!”

“There’s nothing to notice, Jisung. Chris isn’t flirting with me, don’t be silly”, you chuckled just at the thought. As if the Christopher Bang would be flirting with you.

“You seriously can’t be this dense”, Jisung scoffed, turning back to the movie. “You do you, then. I’m telling you, though. He’s one hundred percent flirting with you”.

How ludicrous. Chris had shown zero interest in you for as long as you’d known him. You were sure he only saw you as a friend at best, and that was only because you were on ‘sending memes’ basis now, before you were just his customer with the dingy car that kept needing repairs. 

You’d admit, though, that after a handful of months, Chris had become a really close friend. He’d text you every morning without fail. Most of the time, he’d send you a picture while he was walking his dog. It could be a picture of Wolfgang, or a picture of the sunrise, or a selfie–those were the hardest ones to look at, to be honest. 

At some point, you realised you had developed a crush on him, and looking at his face in those selfies, still a bit swollen with sleep, with his hair a bit tousled, or with a beanie over his head covering his eyebrows, looking incredibly cuddly, wasn’t helping you cope much.

Sometimes he’d text you while he was in the gym, too. Which would’ve been fine, had he not also started to send you selfies when he was there. They were never anything too revealing, he’d always be fully clothed, but the sight of his reddened hands, his bulging veins after lifting, his flushed face, and just overall sweaty form was just something you didn’t need. It always heated you up, made you suddenly feel like your mouth was just too empty, it’d made your mind wander into very dangerous, and very horny territory. 

It was already hard enough to watch Chris work on Herbie. Whenever he did and you were at the shop, you’d start to fixate on the way the muscles of his exposed arms moved, or how his ass looked when he was bending over the motor to do whichever magic he needed to do, it always made you wonder if he’d be able to perform that magic on you, if his hands would touch you as delicately but as precisely as they did with Herbie’s components, or how it’d be like if you were the one bending over the bonnet, preferably with him just right behind you… Regardless, seeing him also at the gym through his pictures was just too much. He’d sometimes ask you weird questions while he was there, too, which always left you a bit confused.

‘mind if i ask what’s your weight? you dont have to tell me if you dont want to, i’m just curious. i’m trying to bulk up, you see. mine’s…’ You didn’t particularly have a problem with the question itself, you just found it odd that he asked you that out of the blue, and for a brief moment you wondered if he’d been trying to say you were fat–which wouldn’t have been the first time that happened to you, having lived most of your life as person with extra fat on their body for what was considered ideal in this society’s standards had already numbed you to questions like these.

You hadn’t told him right away, you simply sent him a ‘why? are you gonna tell me to lose weight? lol’ to which he replied a string of messages in quick succession ‘oh god no. far from that, you’re perfect just as you are honestly. i’m just curious cuz i want to get to…’ He’d go on about his goals and what-not, and you decided to humour him, since it genuinely didn’t seem like he was trying to make fun of you, he actually never brought up the topic again after that.

Chris wasn’t just handsome, he was also cute, and a bit of a dork. A dork with extensive knowledge in cars and each of their components, but with even more extensive knowledge in pokemon and each and every single type.

‘Ice is strong against dragon and ground, you see? So I have to fight this Garchomp with a pokemon that can do ice attacks, but that can also withstand his attacks, like Gyarados, you know?’ The first time Chris pulled an explanation like that, while he was still covered in Herbie’s oil, you understood why he was friends with Jisung. They were both just dorks. Gym rats and dorks. The oddest combination you could possibly think of, but somehow it just added to their charm. To Chris’ charm specifically.

That balance of his technical knowledge, his hotness, and his dorkness, coupled with just how good of a person he genuinely was–always willing to help, always ready to stand his ground for things he believed in–only made you fall stupidly deeper for him. But you decided to keep these feelings to yourself, you liked having Chris by your side, not only because he was the only one who seemed to be able to bring Herbie back to life, but also because he was just a good friend, and you were sure that if you confessed your feelings things just wouldn’t be the same.

Taking Herbie out these days was always a gamble. You never knew when he was going to break down, but sometimes you really had to take a leap of faith. Most of the time it all went fine, but today, it seemed like he wasn’t in a mood to cooperate. Herbie had decided that breaking down in the middle of nowhere at twenty hours on a Friday was the best idea, which left you on the brink of frustrated, angry tears. 

So, obviously, you called the only person you knew could help you in this situation.

“You alright?” Chris asked as soon as he arrived and stood in front of where you were leaning on your car. “Oh, God. Are you crying? Why are you crying?”

“I’m just so fucking done with this car”, you brought your hands to your face, sobbing once the frustration that had built inside of you couldn’t be contained anymore.

“Hey…” You felt Chris’ body heat practically envelop you when he moved into your space, and, had you not been crying like a baby, you’d probably feel a bit flustered about it. “Are you– Can I– Do you want a hug?”

You just nodded–still covering your face with your hands–because of course you wanted a hug. You were trembling with your quiet sobs, so a hug sounded like absolute heaven at this moment, and when Chris finally leaned in closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you to him, the fact that Herbie had left you stranded in the middle of nowhere seemed so insignificant now.

Chris was so incredibly warm. The way he softly caressed your back helped ease your trembles, and, eventually, the tears stopped, too. So you finally moved your hands away from your face, bringing your arms around his waist to hug him as well, just as you buried your face on his shoulder–probably leaving small puddles of tears on the fabric of his boilersuit.

That was when you noticed his attire. Similar to how he dressed when he was at the shop, but clearly completely clean. His boilersuit even smelt like his fabric softener still, and… was he wearing perfume?

You pulled yourself a bit from him, and his calloused hands cradled your face immediately to wipe your tears with his thumbs. You could feel heat spread on your cheeks as he did.

Chris was so close to you still, the heat of his palm on your cheeks seeped into you, shooting straight to your fluttering heart. He truly was incredibly handsome, and as you looked him in the eyes the words left your mouth before you could even think twice about them.

“Wow. Your eyelashes are so pretty”.

A look of surprise crossed Chris’ features, and you saw his Adam’s apple bob, right before he pulled his hands away from your face and opened the driver’s door of your car, giggling. Giggling in that utterly Christopher way he always did.

“Well, yours are, too”, he said while he pulled the lever near the wheel to release the safety latch so he could open the bonnet of your car.

For a moment, you could’ve sworn his ears were red, and you wondered briefly if he might’ve been feeling warm with his boilersuit on, since it was warm tonight, which was why you had decided to wear a dress in the first place. “Were you at the shop when I called?”

“Was on my way”, Chris rounded your car, finally standing in front of it and opening the bonnet. “Ahh, Herbie. You’d certainly seen better days, haven’t you, buddy?” He took his phone from his pocket, switched on the torch, and handed it to you. “Could you hold this for me? Please?”

“Why were you going to the shop this late?” You asked as you pointed the light towards Herbie’s insides.

“Was gonna work on the bike. Angle this a bit, please”, Chris took your hand, angling it however he needed it so he could see whatever it was he needed to see–for you he might as well had been doing dark magic on your car. You saw him push cables around like he knew what each of them was for, which he surely did, this was his livelihood, after all, but it all just looked the same to you, so you were immensely relieved that he was able to help you out tonight.

“You fix cars all day and still have the drive to work on your bike in the evening?” You chuckled, just as Chris moved your hand to point the light somewhere else.

“You’d be surprised how much drive I can have when I’m doing something I like”, there was a smile on his face as he said it, and honestly you couldn’t help but believe him. Just like you couldn’t help but wonder what else he could like that’d fuel that drive of his… “Alright, we’re gonna have to jumpstart it. Gimme a sec”.

Chris left your side for a moment, and he returned almost immediately after with a jumper cable in his hands. Once he had attached it to his 4X4’s and Herbie’s battery, he instructed you to go back to the driver’s seat and to turn the ignition at his signal.

You did as asked, and as soon as you did Herbie came back to life, making you heave a sigh of relief. Chris appeared by your door a few seconds after. “Let’s go to the shop, yeah? I don’t think he’ll make it much further, to be honest”.

And honestly, you didn’t think your car would make it far, either. So you followed Chris’ 4X4 out of the area and through the familiar roads to his repair shop. You couldn’t help but feel immensely grateful, not only because he was helping you now, but because he always did it. Whenever you’d needed him, he’d always been there, which did nothing to appease the ever growing feelings you had for him.

When you made it to Chris’ shop, he simply opened the gate to the garage and signalled you to come in. You got off your car as soon as it was parked, just as Chris was unzipping his boilersuit, revealing his black vest top underneath and his admittedly mouthwatering arms as he tied the top part of the garment around his waist.

“Thank you, Chris. Really”, you told him as soon as he stood in front of you, handing him Herbie’s keys when he opened his palm.

“Oh, please”, he waved his hand as if to dismiss the thought, as if what he did was something not even worth thanking him for. “I’m glad you called, I would’ve felt really bad if I couldn’t have helped you with this”, he gave you a smile, one of his blinding smiles that made his dimples appear on his cheeks and his eyes disappear, and you suddenly felt your cheeks warm up and like your heart was going to burst out of your chest.

Chris made sure to place a wedge behind each of Herbie’s wheels just so the car was secure in place, and then turned to you. “Come with me”.

He guided you to the sink by the corner of the shop. Pumping some soap into his hands and opening the tap, he started to generously lather the suds all over his hands. 

“Come here, you need to wash your hands, too”, Chris took your hands in his, getting them all soapy, making sure to spread the soap between each of your fingers, going as far as to rub your hands between his, or lace his fingers with yours to fulfil the task.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Chris, I didn’t touch anything”.

“You sure?” He chuckled, but his motions didn’t stop. “It’s better to be safe than sorry, no?”

“I guess”, you didn’t think your cheeks could’ve felt any hotter. You seriously hoped it wasn’t that noticeable.

After thoroughly rinsing your hands under the tap, he gave you a clean rag to dry them on just as he motioned for you to follow him again. So you did, walking past his half restored bike and into his office.

Chris placed Herbie’s keys on the designated case that corresponded to the number in which you had parked your car, and then turned to the minifridge. “You want a soda?”

“Sure”, you took the glass bottle from him as soon as he opened it and handed it to you. You always found it odd that he had glass bottles and not cans, considering how little space he had in that fridge. When you asked him about it once Chris simply went on about how ‘Cans just don’t taste the same! The soda tastes so much better when it’s drunk from a bottle’, and as soon as he said that you just couldn’t untaste it anymore. Glass bottles were, ultimately, superior.

“‘Suppose I’ll get an uber”, you sighed after you took a sip of your drink, walking a bit so you could lean against the wall.

“An uber? Nonsense, I’ll drive you home, don’t worry”, Chris took a sip of his drink, just as he leaned on his desk.

“Aw, c’mon. You already went out of your way to rescue me. I don’t wanna take more of your time”.

Chris scoffed. “Don’t make me beg”.

“I wouldn’t dare”, you chuckled, although you were suddenly curious of what would happen if you did make him beg… “But what about your bike?”

“The bike won’t be ready anytime soon. The only reason I was coming here was because I was restless at home. Now I’d much rather spend some time with you, to be honest”, Chris took a sip of his drink again, and suddenly holding his gaze felt like too much, but the way your eyes decided to focus on his Adam’s apple moving with every sip he took wasn’t that much easier.

“You know…” Chris said after a few moments of silence, pulling your eyes back up from where they had been glued to his neck. “I think it might be time for you to consider letting Herbie go. It’s been months, and I honestly don’t think I can save him”.

You sighed. “I know… But I fear I’ve grown attached to the damned thing. Besides, wouldn’t you lose your most regular customer?” You added the last part with a chuckle, taking a sip of your drink right after.

Chris chuckled. “So you’re saying you only talk to me ‘cause of Herbie?”

You almost choked on your drink. “N–no. Of course not. You’re a good friend, Chris. Truly”. 

He placed his drink on the desk, and a smirk made its way onto his face. “Just a good friend?”

“Uhh… A great friend?” You laughed softly, drinking some more of your soda.

Chris went silent for a moment. As you saw him worry at his bottom lip and looking anywhere but where you were standing, you wondered if you had said something wrong. That was, until he chuckled.

“I don’t think I’m a good friend, to be honest”, he crossed his arms over his chest, bouncing his leg a bit. “Good friends don’t secretly hope for their friend’s car to break down so they’d call them for help”. 

You were just bringing your bottle to your lips, but his words made you stop in your tracks. “What?”

Chris looked at you for a moment. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but then he was tipping his head to the side and laughing. “God, I seriously didn’t believe Jisung at first, but you really are dense for some things, aren’t you?” 

“I am… so confused right now”.

Chris shook his head a bit, and he walked closer to you. “Let me tell you a secret…” He got into your space, close enough that you could smell his perfume, and the proximity made you swallow the saliva that seemed to have suddenly pooled in your mouth. Leaning into you, he brought his mouth to your ear, whispering. “I really, really like you”.

You blinked, and you honestly felt like your brain had short-circuited. “You… What?”

No way was Christopher Bang telling you he liked you. There was just no way. You would’ve noticed… You would’ve, right? You definitely would’ve… Wouldn’t have you noticed?

Suddenly you remembered Jisung. How he’d tried to tell you multiple times throughout the past few months that Chris was flirting with you, that you should shoot your shot, but you honestly had never believed him, because it seemed just so ridiculous to you that Chris could even look at you in that light.

“I’ve, uh… liked you for a while. A long, long while”, Chris pulled himself away from your space completely, and he looked at your face for a moment. A moment that you stayed completely silent, still trying to process the fact that Chris liked you… And for a while now.

You saw his brows furrow as he chewed on his bottom lip. Then he was speaking again. “I just… couldn’t keep quiet about it anymore. When we hugged earlier I realised I wanted to do that more, and that I should probably grow a pair and tell you already. I’d like to take you on a date, if you want, but I can understand if you don’t want to…”

He was rambling. A lot. Saying a lot of things. This was the Nervous Chris you’d only seen a couple of times, the Nervous Chris whose coping mechanism was just to jump to conclusions and talk in a single breath. Suddenly, it all seemed to click into place. The good morning texts, the selfies, the late night talks at the shop after Herbie had died on you time and time again, it was so clear to you now.

“If you don’t like me back that’s fine, you can just say so, I won’t take it to hear–”

You kissed him.

It was barely anything. Just a peck on the lips, but it was enough to shut him up, enough to make his eyes go wide in surprise, and, to your own selfish delight, enough to bring a delicate blush to his cheeks.

“I like you, too”, you said simply, still a bit shocked by his confession, a bit shocked by your confession coming out of your own mouth. You honestly never thought you’d be able to say that to him out loud, but you did. Just like he had.

Chris looked stunned for a bit. But that stunned look didn’t last long, it quickly turned to something else, something raw and incredibly alluring. Stepping into your space again, he brought a hand to the back of your head, holding you in place just as his other hand took the bottle from your hands to place it on the tool cart next to you, right as his lips found yours.

This kiss was nothing like the peck you’d given him. It was loaded with need and want and lust. So much of all of it you couldn’t even believe how blind you’d been. Every press of his lips against yours kindled the fire that started to burn in the pit of your stomach. When his hand joined the other cradling your head, you just couldn’t help the small whimper that came out of your mouth, and that tiny noise seemed to have spurred Chris on, enough to press you flush against the wall as his tongue made its way inside your mouth, as your arms wrapped around his waist.

Heat was spreading quickly inside of you, and you were starting to feel lightheaded–whether it was due to the shock, or due to how Chris was pressing you against the wall, or due to the motions of his kiss and the lack of oxygen, you weren’t too sure. One of your hands laid palm flat on the small of his back, while the other pressed between his shoulder blades, and the hum that came out of his mouth seemed to have travelled all the way to your heart, making it beat even faster in your chest.

Chris detached his mouth from yours, only for a moment, enough to talk. “Does this mean…” He pressed another kiss on your lips. “That you’d like…” And another. “To go on a date?” This kiss lasted a bit longer than the others, it lasted until you nodded your head.

“Yes”, you pressed a kiss on his lips, just as your arms moved to loop around his neck and his wrapped around your waist, keeping you impossibly closer to him. “Would love to”.

He hummed again, and he immediately resumed the soft movement of his lips on yours. Keeping you tight against him for a while. Until it seemed like his brain had caught up with him. 

“We should probably stop”, but he didn’t stop kissing you, just like you didn’t, either. You just couldn’t get enough of his full lips on yours, of his tongue pushing against yours.

“Do you want to?” Your fingers made their way through the curls at the back of his head, holding the strands between them just how you’d dreamt to do so many times throughout the past handful of months.

“God, no”, and you believed him, not only because of how desperate he sounded when he said it, but also because he just kept kissing you, talking in between quick pecks of his lips. “But I don’t want… to make it seem… like this is all I want… You know?”

You knew. You knew because you were thinking exactly the same thing. You could feel him against your pubic bone, hard, warm, and it all made you incredibly wet, maybe embarrassingly so. But this was Chris, it was hard to feel embarrassed with him, which was part of the reason why you had developed feelings for him in the first place.

You hummed, just to let him know that you understood what he was trying to say without removing your lips from his. As you kissed him, as you felt him and his warmth, your mind started to cloud a bit. The mix of his motions, of the months and months of pining for him, and the even more months of self-inflicted celibacy clearly made it so logical thinking wasn’t your strongest attribute at this time.

“Would you still… take me on a date… if I sucked you off right now?” The words flew past your mouth between kisses, too fast for you to even think twice and stop them.

“Shit…” Chris pulled himself away from your lips completely, looking you in the eyes. As you took in the flush on his face, his plush, kiss-bitten lips, and his blown pupils, you couldn’t help but think just how incredibly beautiful he looked like this. “Are you being serious?”

“Dead serious”, your chest was heaving, and your fingers carded through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails, making Chris bite his lip and take a deep breath.

“Of course I would. I’d take you to the fucking moon even if I got it wet right now”.

You chuckled at that, and pressed a brief kiss on his lips. “A date is enough, babe”.

“Babe, huh?” Chris took a deep breath, just as you pushed him away from you a bit, enough to have space so you could drop to your knees, uncaring of your bare skin touching the floor. All you could care about was the outline of his length against his clothes when you pressed your hand on it.

“Sorry, you don’t like ‘babe’?” You looked up at him, right in the eyes, just as you untied the sleeves of his boilersuit from around his waist.

“I like it a lot, actually”, there was a bit of a smug smirk on his face, and it had you licking your lips.

Just as you were about to pull the bottom of his suit further down, he brought a hand to one of yours, diverting your eyes back up to his. His gaze had softened, and the smile on his face coupled with that look in his eyes made you flush further. “You don’t have to, seriously. Don’t feel obligated to do it”.

“I don’t”, you reassured him. “I want to do it. Badly. But only if you want it, too”.

“Fuck… I do. So bad”, he licked his lips, and he moved his hand away from yours to place it on your head instead. “You’ve got no idea how much, shit…”

So you resumed your motions, tugging his bottoms along with his underwear, enough for his length to spring free of its confinements. You weren’t surprised with the sight, honestly. A pretty face like his surely came with a pretty cock, too. So of fucking course it was pretty, especially so as precum pooled at its tip, especially when it looked just so delectably hard. It was a bit on the girthier side, but nothing too crazy, nothing you couldn’t handle. If anything, it just made your mouth water, and you licked your lips in anticipation.

“Shit…” You took him in your hand, spreading around the bead of precum that had collected on his tip to give him a couple of tentative pumps, making him swear under his breath and bite his bottom lip. “How do you like it?”

“Fuck… sloppy. Make it as wet as you can, the messier the better”, the words flew past his lips, completely shamelessly, almost as if he didn’t even need to think about them. Chris seemed to be transfixed on the sight of your hand working his length, and you took that opportunity to spit on it, making him groan while you started to coat him in your saliva.

So you delayed no further, dying for a taste, and a taste you got. As soon as your lips wrapped around his tip Chris swore. Loudly. He threw his head back and his fingers seemed to tighten a bit on your head, but he didn’t move you, he let you keep the pace as you saw fit. You started slow, holding him by the base and just bobbing your head for your lips to repeatedly catch on the ridge of his head and for your tongue to rub against the frenulum on the underside, taking him deeper into your mouth with every other stroke.

The moment you opened your eyes and your gaze found his, your inner walls involuntarily clenched around nothing, and suddenly you felt like you needed some relief. But you ultimately decided to keep your focus on Chris, on his lustful gaze, on his furrowed brows, on his gentle hold on your head, and the grunts and groans threatening to come out of his mouth, dampened by the way his teeth trapped his bottom lip.

He wanted it messy and sloppy, so you were ready to give it to him messy and sloppy. It’d been a while since you’d done this, but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try. With a deep breath, you took him in deeper, breaching past the initial resistance for him to ease into your throat.

“Oh, fuck… You’re kidding… Shit…” Chris threw his head back, letting the most delicious noises out of his mouth, almost making you lightheaded with how aroused his heavy cock in your mouth coupled with his blissed out sounds got you.

You took your time slurping him up, uncaring if saliva dribbled out of your mouth as you worked against your gag reflex, feeling tears quickly collect in the corner of your eyes. When you felt confident enough with your motions, you brought your hand to his that held your head in place, while you placed the other on his hip, holding him tightly. 

“You want me to move, pretty? Fuck your perfect little mouth?” You nodded in response, humming around his length.

Slowly, he started to thrust into your mouth. Chris was being extremely careful, being mindful of every controlled push of his hips, but even with his slow pace, you couldn’t help but moan as soon as he started moving, making him groan in response. That was when you finally gave into your own desires, moving your hand away from his that lay on your head to bring it under your dress so you could press circles on your clit over your underwear, eliciting broken whimpers from your mouth.

“Shit, look at you…” Chris looked fucked out of his mind already, with his heaving chest and the increasing pace of his hips. You were sure you weren’t looking any more collected than he was, especially when you started to feel tears finally fall from the corner of your eyes every time you blinked.

With one particularly precise thrust of his hips, Chris’ length went in further than you were used to, essentially choking you on his cock, making you gag harshly. Chris pulled his length out of your mouth, and you gasped for air immediately.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, so fucking good with that mouth… Come here, beautiful”, Chris helped you to your feet, wrapping his arms around your waist once you were standing on your feet and pressing kisses all over your cheeks. You were still panting a bit, flushed from exertion, but Chris kissed you anyway, and you kissed him back, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. “Need to taste you”, he mumbled between pecks of his lips. “Please, please, please let me eat you out”.

You just nodded, very eagerly if you might add. But you honestly couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed about it, not when Chris begged so fervently for it. Just the thought of seeing him between your legs had you already clenching with need.

While you kissed, Chris removed his arms from your waist. You felt him fumble with his underwear and his boilersuit, hastily wrapping it around his waist, and before you could even register what he was doing, he was taking a hold of your ass and scooping you into his arms.

“Chris, fuck, wait. I’m heavy as hell”, you were slightly alarmed, but your legs wrapped around his waist for stability anyway just as you held onto his shoulders.

“Heavy?” Chris chuckled, moving towards his desk. “Baby, I can lift almost thrice your weight”.

“You, what?” You asked, a bit confused–and also aroused, because, fuck, how strong was this man…–Chris pushed away some of the items on his desk to sit you on it, close to the edge. After all the revelations that had come to light earlier, it finally dawned on you. “Is that… why you asked what my weight was all those months ago?”

“Of course! Needed to make sure that if I ever got a chance I was able to do everything I wanted”, he dropped to his knees, starting to press tender kisses up your shins. “Must admit I had to stop whole hip thrust sets sometimes because I’d get so fucking hard halfway through, fuck”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, a hearty, and slightly incredulous laugh. “Holy shit. I genuinely thought you would tell me I had to lose weight at some point”.

“What? I’d never”, Chris chuckled, bringing his hands to your thighs, squeezing them. “I mean, it’s your body, you can do whatever you want, but know that I find you incredibly attractive however you look”, he moved his hands further up, right under the hem of your dress to finally hook his fingers on the waistband of your underwear. “Can I take these off, gorgeous?”

“Yes”, you giggled, feeling yourself heating up further just by his words and the feeling of his hands on your skin. With your hands on the desk you lifted your hips enough for him to slip the garment down your legs and off of you. He threw your underwear on the desk, and they landed somewhere behind you.

Bringing his hands back to your thighs, Chris rubbed circles with his thumbs for a second, only to finally move them further up, catching the hem of your dress and bringing it with him as he went. You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling a bit nervous all of a sudden. That was, until he finally pushed your legs apart. With the way he swore under his breath and the way his eyes seemed to get impossibly darker as soon as he took sight of your seeping core, any nervousness seemed to have been obliterated, and you couldn’t help but feel just so incredibly wanted.

“Fuck… Even here, huh?” He threw your legs over his shoulders, and you felt yourself heat up in anticipation. “Plump, pretty… Shit…”

Desire pooled in the pit of your stomach, it was honestly almost pathetic how affected you felt just by the things he was saying and the sight of him between your legs.

“You know…” Chris pressed his lips to your inner thigh, sucking harshly, leaving marks on your skin, making you inhale a shaky breath. “This is the exact same dress you were wearing the first time you came into my shop”.

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise. “You remember what I was wearing?”

“Hm, ‘course I do”, he moved his attention back to your eyes, just as he pressed a chaste kiss on your inner thigh. “I’ve been dreaming of you in this fucking dress for months, baby…”

“You have?”

“I have”, one of his hands came to grip your thigh, while the other moved to your hip, giving you a hefty squeeze. “How do you like it, pretty? Or how do you not like it, for that matter?”

You licked your lips, suddenly transfixed by the sight of his lips brushing your skin. “Gentle sucks go a long way. I’m a bit, uh… sensitive”.

“Sensitive, huh? ‘Course you are… Hold this for me, hm?” He took a hold of your hand and brought it to one of your thighs, just as he spread you open further, propping your foot on the desk. So you did as asked, keeping your legs open as he diverted his attention back to your heat. “Good girl… Just like that…”

As soon as he spread you with two of his fingers, and he dived, landing soft, tentative licks on your clit, you knew you were done for. Your whole body jolted a bit, and a soft whimper escaped your mouth. “Oh, fuck…”

Chris just hummed, moving to lick at your entrance, getting a taste of your essence with his brows pulled together, looking just so fucking delighted. Just the thought that he was genuinely enjoying himself got you moaning a bit louder under the quickening movements of his tongue, and as soon as his lips pressed on your clit, giving you those gentle sucks you had asked for, your mind just disconnected completely.

He took his time working you up, turning you to a whimpering mess just with his lips and his tongue, gradually increasing his tempo to build your upcoming release. Whenever he dipped lower to lick at your entrance, his nose would bump your clit with every movement of his head, he was essentially making out with your cunt and you would gladly let him do whatever and however he wanted. Your nerve endings were on fire, your toes curled with need, and your walls clenched with his unrelenting pace.

When he detached his mouth from your core you almost wanted to cry, but he only did it for a second, enough to ask a “Fingers, baby?” only to press his lips to your sensitive skin again, sucking your clit into his mouth and licking it with his tongue.

You weren’t sure if the ‘Yes’ actually came out of your mouth, you vaguely only registered your eager nodding and the soft moan that escaped your lips as soon as you felt one of his digits at your entrance. Chris groaned against your skin as soon as he inserted the first finger to the knuckle, the vibration of the sound further fueling that fire in the pit of your stomach. He pumped his finger in tandem with his tongue on your clit, touching and prodding and gauging your reactions to his every move.

One particularly sharp nudge of his finger on your walls had you moaning a bit louder than you were before, and Chris seemed to have picked it up immediately, because he plunged a second finger right after and started pumping his digits in and out, hitting that sweet spot over and over while his lips gently sucked on your clit. You needed to have a hand on the desk to keep yourself up, to maintain some stability, so you shuffled your foot a bit and simply let go of your thigh to bring the hand that was holding it to his head, burying your fingers in his hair and pushing him further against you with a whimper.

Chris groaned as soon as your fingers threaded through his hair, immediately picking up the pace of his fingers and his tongue, bringing you further and further towards the edge, and God if you needed to tip over that edge… With how well he was working you up you felt your lower belly tighten with exertion, and your walls spasm more frequently around his fingers.

“Chris… Fuck, fuck, I’m so fucking close, please–” You almost choked with the moan that came out of your mouth after you spoke, since Chris immediately started ramming his fingers into you harder, faster, just as his plush, now swollen lips kept sucking that sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs.

He was absolutely determined to give you your relief, and as soon as you were able to open your eyes and look at him, the look in his eyes, lustful, greedy, was enough to finally push you over the edge. Searing heat spread all over your body with your release, pure pleasure overflowed each and every one of your senses, making you perceive nothing but Chris, Chris, Chris, and his lips between your legs, and his hair between your fingers, and his fingers inside of you.

Chris’ motions didn’t relent until you were thoroughly satisfied, until you weakly pushed on his head with a ‘Shit, baby, enough, please’ when he had you on the brink of oversensitivity. As soon as his mouth detached from your heat, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, sucking them clean before he finally stood up and caught your mouth in a heated kiss. The fact that you could taste yourself on his lips only seemed to spur you on further, making you whimper while you brought a hand to the back of his head and took a handful of his curls to finally get completely lost in the motions of his kiss.

“So pretty, fuck…” He mumbled when his mouth disconnected from yours, cradling your head in his hands as he smothered your face with kisses. “So fucking gorgeous when you come for me, shit…”

His borderline adoring words had you feeling tingly all over, somehow both making your heart swell in your chest and your walls involuntarily flutter even when they were still sporadically spasming from the after effects of your orgasm. When Chris kissed you again, you looped your arms around his neck just as his hands found your hips, pulling him flush to you, heaving chest against heaving chest, getting lost in the feeling of his lips on yours and his hands kneading your flesh.

“Holy fuck”, you chuckled as soon as Chris’ lips parted from yours, and he followed suit, chuckling while he made his way to your neck, to press kisses all over your skin.

“Mmm, I know, right?”

Chris hugged you close, leisurely kissing and licking your neck and shoulders. His soft, lingering touches seemed to shoot straight to the deepest areas within your heart, and even though you’d just had a mind-numbing orgasm, you certainly wanted more. More of him.

“Chris?” You mumbled, hugging him a bit tighter.

“Mm?”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, then moved to take his earlobe between your teeth, tugging gently before you whispered, “want you”.

Chris took in a shaky breath, and he pulled himself away from your neck to look at your face. God, you wanted to kiss him, his flushed face and his swollen lips would be a sight that’d haunt your wettest dreams from now on, you just knew. 

He licked his lips. “We don’t have to, pretty”.

“Mm… You’re right, we don’t have to”, dragging one of your hands from his shoulders, down his chest, his abdomen, all the way to his length, you pressed your palm firmly, feeling him still hard under your grasp. “But do you want to?”

“Fuck, yeah, I want to”, Chris held your hips tighter, and you wondered if you’d see bruises tomorrow just as he placed a kiss on your lips. “I want you so bad”.

“You have me. Right here, baby. You can have me right here”, you mumbled against his lips, pressing a kiss there right after, just as Chris swore under his breath.

“Shit… Gimme a sec”, he detached himself from you, rounding the desk and pulling one of the drawers open, muttering to himself. “There were some here, I’m sure…”

You turned to look at him, oddly amused by the way he carelessly moved things around in his drawers. “What are you looking for?”

“Aha! These”, he pulled a three piece box of condoms, and he turned it around a few times in his hand with a frown on his face. “I seriously hope these aren’t expired…”

You chuckled at the sight of his focused face, amused, but also incredibly curious. “Why do you even have a box of condoms in your desk’s drawers? How many girls have you had in here?”

“Believe it or not, you’re the first one”, he chuckled, opening the package and taking one of the foil packets out, examining it closely for a moment, only to finally heave a sigh of relief. “Thank God. Not expired”.

With a smile on your lips, you quirked a brow at him, just as you watched him round the desk again to stand in front of you. He shrugged to your silent question, taking the foil packet between his teeth so he could untie the top of his boilersuit from around his hips and tug the rest and his underwear down enough so his length was free again, and you’d admit you got a bit distracted by the sight.

With the corner of the condom packet still held in place by his teeth, he finally tore it open, and you took the bit of foil that was still in his mouth to drop it somewhere on the desk while Chris carefully slid the condom down his length.

“You’d be surprised how many things a condom can be used for when working with cars. They’re always useful when you need to get creative and use whatever you have at hand”, Chris stood between your parted legs, placing his hands on your hips and squeezing.

“What kind of MacGyver bullshit is that?” You chuckled, but the sound quickly turned into a surprised yelp when Chris held you tightly and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk.

“They’ve always been helpful when I’ve needed them”, leaning into you, Chris placed a hand on your cheek, pulling you into a kiss just as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your slit, spreading your juices around and teasing your clit in the process, making you whimper into his mouth. “But I’ll be honest, I’ve never been more happy to have them at hand than I do right now”.

You brought a hand to play with the hair at the back of his head, pulling him for a brief kiss. “Put them to good use, then”.

“Demanding, are we?” Chris chuckled, but he lined himself with your entrance anyway, slowly easing his length into your heat. “Oh, shit…”

It was a stretch, alright, but he was being just so incredibly careful, and you appreciated it, you really did. But you were also incredibly desperate to be filled, so you wrapped your legs around his torso and pushed on his ass with your heel, urging him on, making him jut his hips further forward.

“Shit… Have mercy on me, will you?” He mumbled against your cheek, pressing a soft kiss on your skin while his now free hand made its way to your hip again, holding you tightly.

“Want you”, you replied simply, probably whinier and less demanding that you were trying to sound, but Chris complied with your request anyway, finally thrusting all the way in, making you gasp with just how incredibly full you felt.

“Want you, too”, he pressed his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin. The thought of waking up tomorrow and seeing his marks on your neck or your hips made you flush impossibly further, even as he moved along to press kisses on the exposed skin of your shoulder. “Want you so bad I’m genuinely about to burst just by being inside you right now. Need a second”.

Bringing a hand to his cheek, you made him turn away from your shoulder to look at you, and the way he bit his lip before he leaned in for a kiss had you involuntarily clenching around him, eliciting a choked groan from his lips.

“Fuck, driving me nuts… Seriously, we’re gonna have… the best fucking date ever… You’ll see…” He mumbled his words between kisses, and it genuinely had you laughing, because of course he was still thinking about your future date. “C’mon, beautiful. Hold on to me”.

So you did, bringing your arms to rest on his shoulders, burying one of your hands in his hair, all while he placed one hand on the small of your back, and the other on the desk for stability. Finally, Chris moved, starting a rhythm with precise thrusts, making you gasp at the sensation of his length dragging against your walls, making him groan.

“Fuck, shit… That’s good. So good. Feel so fucking perfect around me, baby. Perfect”, with the increase of his tempo you could barely register the words coming out of his mouth, all you could do was whine while you nodded in agreement, hoping that he, too, would know how just incredibly good he felt inside of you.

The way Chris kissed you, almost desperate, the way he started to ram into you, stretching you so deliciously you were already starting to feel lightheaded, all combined had that little bit of sanity you had left in you leave your body entirely, finally letting you succumb to just your utmost primal need for pleasure. But more specifically, for pleasure you could share with Chris.

You honestly couldn’t tell how long you spent getting pounded to that desk, you could just feel Chris’ cock repeatedly splitting you open and his lips on yours and the words that he’d occasionally mumble against your skin, his words of praise and encouragement that had you once again feeling tingly all over, words that fed that pool of arousal inside of you, threatening to spill it all over. You vaguely registered words of your own leave your mouth, too. Words that seemed to spur him on, that seemed to pull blissed-out sounds from his lips and yours nonstop. 

“Lean back a bit for me, gorgeous”, and you couldn’t help but comply, removing one of your hands from his shoulders to place it behind you to lean on it, leaving just enough space between your bodies for Chris to sneak his hand between your bodies, finding your clit and drawing fervent circles on your already oversensitive bud, eliciting a moan from your lips as soon as he did. “Fuck, fuck, that’s it, baby. Just like that, milk my cock just like that, huh…”

“Chris–” You honestly weren’t sure what you were even going to tell him, you could just feel your next high approaching increasingly fast, and you needed it. You needed it badly.

“It’s fine, pretty. Whenever you’re ready, just let go”, he mumbled the words against your cheek, pressing a chaste kiss on it, a complete contrast to his sharp thrusts and the fast movement of his fingers between your legs. “Want to feel you so bad, fuck…”

“Shit–” With a few more flicks of his fingers on your clit, you finally got that sweet, sweet relief. The feeling spread all throughout your body, dragging sounds of pure, unadulterated pleasure out of your mouth, making your legs shake from exertion as you tried to keep your hold around Chris’ torso.

Bringing both of his hands to your hips for leverage, Chris chased his own release, his grunts and groans getting lost in your mouth while he kissed you again. One, two, three thrusts and he was flush against you, shooting his load into the condom while he was buried as deep as he could within your warmth, a mix of his groans and your name and a colourful string of swears flying past his lips as he rode the waves of his ecstasy with minute rolls of his hips.

“Holy fuck”, he cradled your face in his hands, pulling you in for one more heated kiss while he came down from his high, and you couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“I agree”, you were panting a bit, breathless, leaning back on both of your hands as you tried to catch your breath.

Chris laughed, a hearty laugh that had a smile appearing on your face immediately. Taking a hold of the condom by the base of his length to make sure it was secure in place, he finally pulled out, carefully sliding it off of him, tying a knot and throwing it in the bin by his desk. You missed his warmth inside of you immediately.

Taking a roll of toilet paper from one of the tool carts nearby, he quickly cleaned any remnants of his release from his length before he was tucking it back into his briefs, finally wrapping the top of his boilersuit around his waist again. With more paper in hand Chris asked you to ‘please open up those pretty legs for me, hm?’ so he could clean you up, helping you back into your underwear right after.

As soon as you were standing back on your–admittedly unsteady–feet, Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, placing a quick kiss on your lips only to move up and press another on your forehead. “You okay?”

“I’m more than okay”, you chuckled, melting into his embrace. “Everything hurts, though. How’re you?”

“On cloud nine”, he replied simply, giving you one of his blinding smiles, making your heart race with the sight.

When Chris finally detached himself from you, he reached for the soda he’d taken out of your hands earlier, giving it back to you once you told him ‘I still want to drink it. Even if it’s not cold anymore, seriously’, and after a bit of back and forth he simply relented.

“Would you…” Chris started to ask, while he bent down to take the bag out of the bin. “Would you like to come to my place? I mean, I can take you to yours, too, that’s fine, but I figured, you know, you could stay over, and we could have dinner, and I can make you breakfast tomorrow, and I’m sure Wolfgang would love to see you, and we could cuddle to sleep, you know? But if you don’t want to, it’s fin–”

You took a hold of his hand, squeezing it in yours to stop his rambling. “I’d love to”.

Chris just giggled a bit, pressing a quick kiss on your lips and tugging you out of his office back to the garage once he’d switched off the light. When you were outside, you made your way to his 4X4, watching him chuck the small bin bag from his office into the bigger bin out in the garage and going through the motions of switching every light off in here, too.

As you watched him, your eyes drifted to Herbie, parked in his–by now–usual spot. Maybe Chris was right, maybe it was time you considered letting him go. He’d served you well for those two months at the beginning, and when you were in a pinch he was very forgiving, but his condition was unsustainable at this point.

As soon as Chris was by your side again he gave you a kiss for good measure, opening his 4X4’s passenger door for you. You just smiled at him, pressing one more kiss on his lips before you finally hopped in. Chris rounded the bonnet and started to very animatedly talk about a funny thing Wolfgang had done just this morning, gesturing with his hands while he recounted the event, making you laugh.

While Chris drove you two to his place, with soft music playing on the radio, with his hand occasionally shifting from the gear lever to squeeze your thigh, all while a light, easy conversation flowed between you two, you figured that Herbie might’ve been the worst financial decision you’d ever made, but at the very least, he’d brought you to Chris, so you really couldn’t hold a grudge against him, not when you felt so incredibly light and couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face.

You can find part two here

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[miki-snake]

📖: Goshiki Tsutomo is jealous of Shiratorizawa’s ace Ushijima. You are there to show him that there’s no need for jealousy. Because there is no reason to doubt you. But if he did then he has to learn that jealousy is for bad boys and he was your good boy wasn’t he?

⭕: smut, sub!goshiki and dom!reader, bondage, vibrator, cock ring, blindfold, fleshlight, edging, overstimulation, crying , praise kink, oral (both receiving), degradation, a little pain play, masturbation

🔍: 6.7k+

A/N: this is just filth ig. Sub! Goshiki is just such a sweetheart that you need to tease and he was haunting my mind the past few days so,,, this is what came out of it. I am not sorry

Goshiki always looked up to Ushijima. He was the great ace and captain of Shiratorizawa, the number one ace in the Miyagi Prefecture and one of the country’s top three aces. Goshiki is seen as the upcoming ace, which puts a lot of pressure on him. But he loves it. He loves when people start to praise him, telling him how great he is and that he is a rising star. Still the problem stays that he compares himself to Ushijima, even though it’s more of a one-sided rivalry. As Ushijima started to acknowledge him more as a competent player, he felt more confident than ever and was even more determined to reach the goal as the new ace. 

So, Goshiki admires Ushijima but there are times where he is jealous of him, not only regarding volleyball. Ushijima can be seen as stern and scary, but still he has a great fan base consisting of both boys and girls. Goshiki doesn’t envy him because of those random people, (no sometimes he does) but right now it’s because of the girl talking to Ushi in a Shiratorizawa uniform. Her name was Y/n and she was his senpai, in the same class as Ushijima to be exact. He bored his eyes into her skull trying to get her to look at him without needing to say anything. He wanted her attention and only hers. He also wanted her to only look at him. Y/n was the most beautiful person in his eyes. 

And somehow the luck was on his side and they were dating. She said yes to him after a rather awkward but straightforward confession from his side, but she found it adorable. Some time later she even told him that she'd already had her eyes set on the future setter. 

So, even though they were dating, he couldn't get rid of his jealousy he felt when she was talking to other men, well, to men he thought were superior to him. Ushijima Wakatoshi was of course the number one reason for his jealousy and seeing her talking with him made him boil. He knew he shouldn't feel like it because she assured him many times how she felt and he also knew if he couldn't control his jealousy she'd show him how she felt in a different way again.

“Jealousy is for bad boys, but you’re my good boy right?”, your voice was merely above a whisper but he still heard you. You saw how a shiver ran down his spine, how his body was trembling and his hands fisted the sheets. “So you don’t answer me anymore? I guess that means you’re not my good boy huh?” Goshiki flinched at your sudden loud voice but he was fast to react. He shook his head so vigorously you were sure he would get dizzy. Goshiki always reacted in such a beautiful way, always so eager and energetic to please. It was a sight you wished you could hold onto forever. “Come on, use your big boy words for me. Tell me who you are and what you want. You can do that, can’t you?”, your hand slid up his chest and over to his face where you stopped to caress his jaw. You stared him in the eyes but he avoided your gaze, looking at the ceiling instead. “I-I’m your good boy, your good boy! Please... please let me make you feel good.”, he panted heavily even though you didn't really touch him yet. Your hand left his face and a whine left his mouth in an instant. You had to chuckle at the sound, oh how needy he was. Tonight was going to be fun.

You stepped away from the bed he was laying on and reached for the bottom drawer where yours and Goshiki’s toys were. The feeling of his eyes lingered on you and you knew he was getting impatient. Occasional pants, huffs and shifting could be heard as you rummaged around in the toy box. There were various items ranging from silk ropes to dildos, in different sizes, to nipple clamps and even more. After some thoughts you reached out for the silk ties, a cock ring, some lube and other surprises that will leave him crying for you. Putting everything inside a bag, so he couldn’t see what you got in store, you walked back to his bedside.

You couldn’t help but raise your lips into a smirk. He was sprawled out on the bed, stark naked, his eyes already teary and his chest rising rapidly, while pants left his mouth. He looked so delicious you wanted to devour him all at once, but you couldn’t do that, just yet. He had some lessons to learn and you’ll take it slow today, so that he will understand every single little thing. “You say that you’re my good boy but all you’re doing is misbehaving. Always getting jealous because of that Ushijima, even though I told you many times that you don’t have to worry.” As you spoke you reached out for his arms and took the silk ties to bind him to the bedposts. 

He watched you closely, eyes not leaving you for once. His body was tense, the ties already prickling against his skin. But he loved that feeling. The feeling of giving all of himself to you, knowing that you would use him for your pleasure. And even if he thought of it like that, he knew that all you did was for his pleasure. In reality he had all the power over you. You’d do anything for him so he feels good, sometimes disregarding your own pleasure. He was always your number one and he could feel that through everything you did to him. 

“You know, if you doubt me so much then maybe I’ll try my luck at the giant ace of yours. Who knows where else he is giant. Then you’d have the right to be jealous.”, your voice sounded sugary sweet that it was nearly disgusting. The thought of you being with Ushijima was driving him insane. Only thinking about how he would touch you makes him shake his head violently. Still, he didn’t dare to say a thing. “What? You don’t want that? Well, maybe if you start to listen to me and take the punishment like a real good boy I’m going to reconsider.” With that said you placed the blindfold over his eyes and a whine left his mouth. You knew how much he loved to watch you and how much more sensitive he got with his sight taken away from him. It was always fun to see him squirming around on the sheets. You placed the rest of the toys on the bed and leaned yourself over his chest. Your mouth hovering above his left nipple, your breath caressing his skin making him pant even harder, anticipating your first move. And you went full into it, biting his nipple and your hand twisting the other. A moan slipped out of him and his hips grinded up into the air. 

Now licking around his rosy perk you let your eyes wander down his abdomen. There it was, his achingly hard dick, spilling out fresh pre-cum out of his dark red tip. Sometimes it came in handy that he was such a heavy producer, but it can get really messy. Not that any of you really minded. The veins were standing out on his cock and just the sight of those made you rub your thighs together. You could feel yourself dripping by the thought of how it felt when they would scrape your inner flesh while riding him. A small moan pulled you out of your thoughts and that is when you realized that you stopped your ministrations on his sensitive buds. Shaking your head, trying to get rid of the dirty images in your mind, you focused on the boy in front of you again. 

Leaving his nipples you kissed your way downwards to the grand prize. You could hear his breathing getting heavier the nearer you got to the place he needed you the most. You kissed his pubic bone and licked around his sensitive place until you were settled in between his legs and caressed him at his inner thighs. He bucked his hips but it seemed like it wasn’t intentional. “Oh, is my baby boy already losing his patience? You should lay still and behave for me alright?”, you told him as you grabbed his twitching cock with your hand. Goshiki yelped and bit himself on his lip to prevent more noises from escaping him. He’s always been very vocal but that didn’t mean that it’s not a bit embarrassing for him to hear his obscene voice like that. Although, for you there was nothing better to hear him moan, cry and beg for you. So, it irritated you when he held himself back, even though you both knew that he wouldn’t last that long. You grabbed his cock harder and started to pump your hands up and down his shaft. He bit harder on his lip and it looked like it would start to bleed any minute. You moved up his body again, your hand handling his shaft never leaving its position and you pressed your lips onto his. A moan escaped him and was muffled by your mouth pushing against his feverishly. Instantly you took the chance and invaded his mouth with your slippery tongue. 

There wasn’t a fight for dominance as your tongues caressed each other, he just lets you slither your way around inside his wet cavern. As you pulled away his mouth tried to follow you, his tongue hanging out a bit and it was your opportunity to get back and suck on his tongue. He groaned and never once did you stop pumping his hard cock. Goshiki tried to control himself but as he started to let out his voice more and more, he began to buck into your fist. The tight fist of yours and your mouth attached to his was slowly but surely throwing him into oblivion and he felt the tears prickling in his eyes from all the pleasure. The other hand of yours found its way back to his right nipple and started to twist and turn it, making him groan even louder. It was pure pleasure but not only for him but also for you. Seeing him like that, giving himself fully to you and crying out from all the stimulations, left you feeling hot and bothered. 

His cock was twitching more and more in your hand and you knew that he was getting closer to his orgasm. Your lips left his and you leaned back a bit to see him properly. His mouth was wide open, tongue hanging out and his filthy voice filling the air around you. “Are you close baby?” All he could do was nod, but that wasn’t enough for you. “I can’t hear you.”, you stopped moving your fist and gave it a firm squeeze. A frustrated groan escaped him as his head fell back into his neck. “P-please I’m s-so close. Please let me come! I need to come so badly ”, he cried out, begging for his release. Your hand left his cock completely and the hand on his nipple twisted it really hard, so hard it was bordering on painful. Goshiki nearly screamed, the pain overtaking the pleasure for a second but it was enough for his cock to go back in his half erect state. 

You grabbed some lube that was on the end of the bed and even though he produces so much pre-come it was always better to use extra lube with toys. Taking the cock ring in your hand you lathered it with lube and placed it on the tip of his cock. He knew what’s coming and it drove him mad, he moved around and whined pathetically. He could do nothing, but to endure it and to feel how you slowly but surely slid the ring down his shaft, until it sat snugly at the base. Satisfied with how it looked you picked up the pace you had before and lowered your mouth to the tip of his dick. He started to moan again and his voice only picked up in volume. It wouldn’t be the first time you both would get a noise complaint. You blew at his sobbing red tip and felt how his whole body tensed up. The tip of your tongue poked against the head, slowly sliding around it. Purposely you moaned out like a porn star and you knew how that affected him. A thundering groan left Goshiki as a response to you, he loved it when you started to get vocal. Knowing that giving him pleasure turns you on like that makes him feel like being in heaven.

Besides loving to give him pleasure you were nearly addicted to his taste. He was more on the sweeter sider with a salty undertone, like some salty caramel taste. His cum was rich and thick, which leaves you no choice but to salivate at the pure thought of it. Your luscious lips closed themselves around the crown of his shaft and you started to suck. He wanted to be your good boy, he really wanted it but he couldn’t stop his hips from stuttering into your mouth, wanting to feel more of the wet heat. You stopped the sucking shortly and he was afraid that you would pull away again. Instead you just hummed and pushed more of his cock into your tight cavern, your teeth lightly grazing his skin. He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding. The wish to see your head bobbing on his penis was so urgent, but he knew that you wouldn’t allow him to see you yet. 

You pushed even further until his head was touching the back of your throat. Being rather trained to take his cock so deep, you had no problem to go deeper and held back the gag reflex. Your tongue traced the prominent vein on the underside of his dick and the hands that were caressing his thighs went towards his heavy balls, starting to fondle them. If he was slowly grinding his hips before, he was bucking up into your mouth without a care now. He couldn’t even count how many times you already blew him, but he could never get tired of it. The feeling of being stuck down inside your throat was amazing and every time you swallowed, the muscles of your throat tightened around him. He was so lost in the pleasure he nearly missed the sound of a small click. Suddenly his pleasure multiplied by hundred and he was thrashing around the sheets. The cock ring you placed on him started to vibrate on the highest level and it felt like heaven on earth. 

“AH-ahh Y/nnnn... please! It’s too high, I’m going to come please! Please LET ME COME! AHH-”, he screamed and you had to hold his hips down to put him in place. His dick was sliding out of your mouth as you pushed yourself up again, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock head. You raised your right hand and slapped his inner thigh, his cock twitching as he raised his hips at the impact. A surprised yelp left his lips that turned into a low groan and he moved his head from side to side. “You only come when I tell you so, understand slut?”, your voice boomed and he vigorously nodded his head. “You’re nothing but my comslut and I’m going to use you, got that?”, again he just nodded but you weren’t having it. This time your hand landed on his inner thigh, barely missing his dick. “I asked you something and I expect you to answer properly or are you too stupid for that?” At this point his whole body was shaking and his fists were grabbing onto the sheets.

“Yes I heard y-you senpai. I’m your cumslut and I only get to come when you allow me to. I-I want to be your good boy, your puppy.” You saw some tears slipping under the blindfold, sliding down his face, the arousal probably already too much for him. “Use me all you want… use me for your pleasure senpai!”, his voice broke, he sounded so desperate and you weren’t sure if he was so desperate to come or to pleasure you, maybe both. You didn’t  respond to him anymore, instead you just started to hum a low tune and flicked the little switch at the cockring off. The hand that was resting on his thigh slowly made its way down to his ass. You thumbed at his puckered hole, a needy whimper coming from the boy beneath you. Your other hand moved for the tube of lube again to squirt some of it on your fingers. 

A shiver ran down his spine at the feeling of the cold lube against his flushed skin. One finger slowly eased into his asshole rubbing against his inner flesh. Soon, another finger followed and he mewled at the stretching sensation. Goshiki already knew that all of it was just preparation for something bigger than that and only the thought of it made his hips grind against your fingers automatically. Three fingers were now up in his ass, doing the come hither motion, your nails were scraping against his clenching walls and all that could be heard were his lewd voice and occasional squelching sounds coming from his sweet, little hole. A loud plop resounded as you pulled out your fingers and reached for the vibrator next to you. Turning on the toy on its lowest level the sound of the vibrations filled the room. 

Goshiki was holding his breath, mentally preparing himself for what is about to happen to him. The tip of the vibrator pushed against his hole opening the gap even further. He knew what was coming but still, he lost himself in the stimulation and it was good, really good but not nearly enough. Even though the toy was on the lowest level, the vibrations wandered through his whole body leaving a tingling feeling on his skin. Whimpers, mewls and moans left his flushed lips as he wasn’t able to hold back his sounds. Even if he could, he would be punished for purposely  holding back his voice because you wanted to hear him. 

When the “little” toy sat snugly inside his ass, you moved up his body until your legs were planted next to his face and turned around so you could look at his beautiful throbbing and weeping cock. Immediately his nose went up sniffing the air. He knew the smell by heart and it only added to his arousal. He wanted you to sit on his face, suffocating him with your pussy and letting him drink his favourite juice. The whimpers were getting louder and he started to squirm around again, trying to move his restrained hands to your hips to no avail. 

“What do you want, baby? You’ll have to use your sweet little voice so I know what you need.” It was like you were taunting him, well maybe you were but it was just too fun to pass. He murmured something that you couldn’t understand and you let out a long sigh. Slowly you lifted yourself up again and he began to panic at the thought of you going away. 

“NO, n-no don’t go! I-I want to make you feel good…” he whined and his arms flailing around again, as if he wasn’t bound to the bedposts he tried to grab you so you would stay. You stopped your motions and settled back into your previous position. Your lips contained a smirk and if he could see it he would know that you just started to tease him. “How do you want to please me? You’re all tied up baby, so what exactly do you want to do?”, he whimpered again but he knew that there was no way around it and he needed to taste you, right now. 

“I need you to sit on my face, so I can eat you out… d-drinking all of you. I need you to press that beautiful pussy down on my face, so hard that it’s getting difficult to breathe for me.”, he desperately sobbed. “I-I want to give you so much pleasure so I can drown in your juice… n-need to feel it dripping all over me. PLEASE MAKE A MESS ON ME!”, he was screaming by now and you were sure that your neighbours could hear what was happening in this room at the moment. It doesn’t really matter though, because the only thing that mattered was the guy underneath you that was desperately trying to get you to sit on his face.

“Oh you’re such a dirty little boy,”, you cooed at him, “always so thirsty for my juicy cunny. You want me to suffocate you between my thighs right? Fine, be a good little puppy and make my time worth it.”, you said as you sank down on his waiting mouth that was already salivating. He groaned at the first taste of you, never getting enough of your arousal. You moaned above him as he moved his tongue along your inner lips, tracing it up to your clit and sucking on it. The intoxicating smell of yours plus the low vibrations of the toy stuffed in his stretched hole clouded his mind, turning him into a frenzied thirsty mess. His tongue found its way into your sweet pussy, slithering inside and fucking you with it. Oh, how he wished to move his hands to your hips so he could move yourself up and down on his tongue. But before he could indulge himself more in that fantasy you were already grinding yourself onto his face. Your head was thrown back and your eyes were shut, the pleasure already overtaking your mind. Your right hand pressed down on Goshiki’s chest to keep you steady while the other one wandered to your breast pressing down on your perky bud.

He was frantically eating you out like a madman as if he was nearly starved to death, the slurping noises joining his groans and your moans in a sexual symphony. He met your movements rubbing his face against your gushing cunt. His lips found their way back to your sensitive button, enclosing it and he started to harshly suck on that little nerve bundle. It was like an electric jolt went through your whole body and you jerked away a bit, the feeling nearly pushing you over the edge but you didn’t want to come yet. Instead you grabbed the remote of the vibrator and pushed the regulator up to the highest level. Goshiki was so busy catching every drop of your honey like essence, he nearly forgot about his not so little problem. The stronger vibrations in his ass made his hips thrust up into the air again, a powerful cry left his lips at all the stimulations. They were too much and he was sure he was about to bust his nut. His lips left your snatch, head thrown back into his neck and he was panting like a dog in heat with his tongue out. 

“Did I tell you to stop?”, you asked, trying to sound harsh but your shaky voice was giving you away. “Y/N, no please I’m going to come, please let me come! My ass feels so good… too good please.”, he was back to begging again the blindfold now soaked through his tears. “Oh look how pathetic you are. You’re just coming from your little fuckhole? I’m not even touching your pitiful cock. You think you deserve to come? You think you were a good boy?”, you spat at him, knowing how all the dirty talk was going to work him up. 

“YES I-I was good! PleASE senpai!”, his voice was cracking, his hips buckling wildly around the bed. His sweet release was already so near he could already taste it on his tongue. 

You grabbed him by the hair, shoving his mouth back onto your pussy and your other hand moved back to his rapidly rising chest to twist his nipple. His body completely tensed up, eyes rolling back into his head and his mouth latched onto your throbbing clit. His loud groan revibrated against your sopping cunt pushing you off the edge. Your thighs tighten around his head, granting him his wish of suffocating him with your cunt. 

Goshiki fell into oblivion, the cockring not able to keep his raging cock from bursting. Thick spurts of his cum flying across his chest. The orgasm numbed his mind, his muscles still locked in place but his mouth didn’t let go of your now overstimulated bud. Your hips kept rocking against his face, riding out your high as your slick flowed all over his face. As you slowly came down, you felt drops of his sticky cum coating your fingertips and in an instant you pushed his head back into the mattress, ripping the blindfold off his head and your face now scowling down at him. He was still in his daze, whimpers tumbling from his lips and his tongue licking around his mouth to catch every drop that you left on him. 

“Who allowed you to come huh?”, your stern voice brought him back to his senses and he looked up into your eyes, just for a shiver to run through his body. Your gaze was burning into his skin, a whine broke out of him because he already knew that he wouldn’t get away with it. 

“You’re such a selfish brat, you couldn’t even listen to the one job you had right? I told you to not cum without permission and you still did it like a fucking dog in heat. I wasn't even touching your filthy cock.” You moved up and placed your trembling feet on the ground. Goshiki wiggled in his restraints trying to get your warmth back on his skin. 

“W-what are you doing? Y/n pl- AH!” Your fingers wrapped around his still half erect cock and stroked them along his twitching shaft. “Y/n?”, you asked him, your hand tightening around his cock. “Senpai! Aaauuuugh...I’m still so sensitive, too sensitive, please. I just came senpaiiii!”, he wailed as his hips tried to jerk away from your touch but you wouldn’t let go of him. You continued to pump his cock, while your hand reached over to one of the toys on the sheets. Goshiki wasn't even looking anymore, he really wanted to but the overstimulation blinded his sight, causing him to screw his eyes shut, while moans and whimpers left his mouth. 

He knew he was going to get punished but he didn't expect the strong burn in his senses that he was suddenly feeling. A high pitched cry broke through the low sounds in the room. The toy enclosed his cum stained cock like a sleeve and the nubs rubbing against his fiery skin ripped a string of filthy screams out of him. You pushed the fleshlight down until it reached his pubes, some cum leaking out of the edges. With a click on the side of the toy, it began to automatically pump his cock, vibrating around his sensitive flesh. 

Goshiki swore he nearly lost his mind, hips jerking up and down as he desperately tried to escape the pleasurable pain from the overstimulation. He needed a break but the urge to find his release again was consuming his mind. 

"Ahhh NO… please, p-please too much, too much, too much! I- ahh... Auuuugggh" He was nothing more than a trembling, wet mess. Goshiki couldn't form any coherent word, the taste of his nearing orgasm  paralyzing his tongue. The air was electrifying and the whole room reeked of sex. The toy continued to massage his dick, while you moved back up until your lips brushed against his ear.

You licked against his ear shell, one hand thumbing one of his sensitive nipples, and whispered, "You were so impatient and wanted to come so badly like a bitch, so that's what I'm gonna give you. Orgasm after orgasm, you better be grateful, slut."

Biting down on his earlobe, you traced your fingers back up and shoved them down his throat. He gagged around them, his throat contracting due to the sudden intrusion. Drool was slipping down his chin, mixing with his flowing tears of arousal. Your hand occasionally muffled the sounds of his screams but they were still loud enough to shoot straight down to your core, the sounds exciting your dripping pussy.      

Swinging your right leg over his body, straddling his chest, you present him your soaking wet cunt. You just recently came but the thought of wrecking Goshiki made you thirst for more. Spreading your lips apart to show him how your slick was slowly dripping out of your cunny, your gaze moved up to look into his glassy eyes. "You know if you had been a good boy like you promised me to be then i would've let your stupid cock fill me up to the brim. I might've even let you cum inside of me, knocking me up.", you taunted him in a sultry voice. 

He tried to talk but the only sounds that left his mouth were broken noises, groans and whines. Even though the fleshlight milked him dry again and again, bumps and nubs rubbing against him in a burning sensation, he wanted nothing more than to feel your tight and wet pussy around his aching cock. 

Still, he couldn't do anything other than to watch you pleasure yourself with your own fingers. Teasingly you stroke two of your digits against your folds, gathering some of your slick on your fingertips. Tracing them up you rubbed small circles around your pulsing clit. "Ohhh, it feels so good, baby boy. I wish it was your big, weeping cock instead but you don't deserve it do you? Always disobeying my orders.", you groaned and you slipped two fingers into your hole, squelching noises resounding in the room. Your fingers curled and automatically found the little bump inside of your cunny. Vigorously rubbing your g-spot, you could already feel the high approaching. Your other hand traveled up to your perky nipple to twist and turn it and Goshiki nearly lost the rest of his sanity at the sight. You looked so naughty, so ready for him to devour you but he knew he wouldn't get to taste you now and it drove him mad.                        

"Senpaiii… i uh *hick* i- i'm cominnng agAIN! AH-... It hurts ughhh please senpai, please stop it, stop, stop it!" The hand that was on your nipple grabbed his chin and you moved it so he would look into your eyes. He tried to focus his gaze on you but you could see how it occasionally slipped back into his head. 

"You know the safe word. If it's too much then use it sweetheart.", you told him and he cooed at the sudden softness in your voice. He knew the word, he could just say it like that if he wanted to, but he didn't. He wanted to continue this sexual torture because in the end it did make him feel good, no, it made him feel marvelous. So, instead of crying out for it to stop, he tried to concentrate on how now four of your fingers pumped inside your cunt, the way your head fell back and obscene cries of his name came out of your mouth. 

He felt the sudden need to see you fall apart in front of him and it didn't matter that it wasn't because of his fingers or cock. He just wanted to see the mess you'd make. "Senpai ugh- please come. Please let me see you come all over me. Come and make a mess out of me, wreck me! I- AAhhh... Senpai i need you to COME!", he was begging you to come, while he was once again falling into his own abyss of desire. And as if your body couldn't deny his wish, your walls started to clamp down on your fingers, your whole body twitching from the explosive release. Stars seemed to burst in front of your eyes and your gaze blurred from the sudden overload of your senses. Slick was gushing out onto his torso, drenching his skin with your arousal, while you continued to ride out your orgasm. Seeing you losing yourself right in front of his eyes, seeing the way your pussy squeezed around your digits made him lose the rest of his sanity, bringing him to another one of his mind breaking highs. 

"YES, yeees oh you were begging so sweetly baby boy. Your cute little voice made your senpai come. Look at me come, all of my cunt juice flowing down on you. Look at me coming without your cock baby boy." Goshiki wailed, wanting nothing more than to feel your trembling walls around him. He wanted to fall into the pleasure with you, painting every inch of your insides with his seed, claiming you as his. Though you were already his. You belonged to him and every fiber of your body screamed for you to finally show him how you felt. 

Jumping off of his chest you hurry yourself and straddle his hips. Goshiki looked longingly at you, hoping that you'd finally set him free from all the stimulation he felt. He needed a break, just some time to rest. You had other plans though. Instead of calming you down, your last orgasm only fueled the need to be filled by his still rock hard cock. 

You pulled the fleshlight off of his dick, some cum sticking to it while the rest just dripped down his shaft. Slipping off the cockring, you made a show out of leaning down and licking his cock and gathering some of his rich cum on your tongue. He let out breathless cries, his cock feeling like it could fall off from all the times he came but he couldn't deny the urge to finally get your cunt onto his cock. 

"S-senpai… wait please, I- I need a break please. I uhhh… Fuck, you need to stop or else-", his little protests were cut off as you rubbed his bulbous tip against your slippery pussy. 

"Or else what, baby? Are you gonna come again? So fast? Oh don't worry I'm gonna make you come but this time with my sweet, little cunny." With that you pushed yourself down onto his cock, relishing the feeling of every vein that's scraping your insides, the stretching of his thick girth and the way his cock seemed to swell inside your wet, hot walls. Goshiki felt like his cock was on fire, the pleasure he felt before now more intense and intoxicating. He forgot how to breathe when you started to move your hips, tentatively shifting around to find the right angle. 

Leaning forward, while resting your hands on his chest, you started to thrust your hips up and down in feverish motions, a breathless moan escaping your lips. Goshiki was stunned by the sensation, his abs under your hands tensed up, legs locked into place as if the pleasure acted like numbing poison in his veins. His mind though, was running wild, images of him rutting up into you or finally coming in you flowing through his head.

"Why so tense baby boy? Don't you want to help me out a bit? Make me feel good, so good that I come all over the place for you my sweet boy?", you asked him, taunting him to start moving his hips. The mention of you coming all over him, this time because of his actions, caused his mind to short-circuit. 

Goshiki stemmed his feet onto the mattress and used the leverage to pound into you. Both of you let out an animalistic groan. He because he was finally the one to make you feel really good and it gave him some sense of control in the situation, even though he was still tied up. And you because he immediately found the most sensitive spot inside your pussy that only his cock could reach, the sensation spreading out all over your body, leaving your arms and legs quivering. 

You two were prisoners of your lust, every sense felt heightened like you two were high. Well, you two were catching your highs. There was nothing soft or sweet, it was only the carnal desire driving the two of you, spurring you on to move faster and give in. "FUCK, baby boy you feel so good, i feel so full, full of your cock. Your cock hits me so perfectly, YES. That's why you're my ace, my big, great ACE AH-!" The word ace triggered something inside of Goshiki and he sped up his pace, bed creaking from all the rough motions. 

The room was filled with the sounds of slapping skin, squelching pussy and the mindless moans you two let out. You wished you could record it and listen to it over and over but in the end you'd rather have the real thing like right now. His cock relentlessly scraped against your g-spot, the edge coming closer and closer and you slithered one hand of yours down to rub against your pulsing clit. You knew it wouldn't take that long anymore for your orgasm to come crashing down but you wanted him to come with you and by the feeling of his swelling cock inside of you, you assumed he also wasn't too far away. 

"Oooohhh baby boy, Goshiki, my ace. I'm about to come, you too right? I can feel your cock twitching inside of me like it's about to burst. Oh yeeees my good boy, come deep inside of me. I need to feel your cum filling me up, marking me as yours. 'Cause i'm YOURS and no one else's!", you screamed on top of your lungs as your orgasm rushed into your veins like a great crescendo. Your pussy clenched down on his cock, trapping him inside of your convulsing pussy. Right then, his balls tightened, the rest of his cum that was still left came out in thick spurts, painting the insides of yours in his colors. You two moaned each other's name, yours leaving his lips like a mantra. Your pussy clamped down so hard on him that he literally couldn't move as your walls milked him dry. You felt so full, full with his cock and cum, filled up till the brim. Continuing to ride out your orgasms, you fell forward onto his chest, your arms giving in, both of your hips kept on grinding against each other and the aftershocks of your intense orgasm shook your body. The crazily intense blasts of cum faded into smaller and thinner spurts, dribbling into your cunt, while his cock occasionally twitches in his post-orgasmic state. 

For a moment you two just lied there, relishing in the afterglow and holding onto each other. Well, as he tried to move his hands he realized he was still tied to the bed. Feeling him struggle you looked up and saw how he tried to move out of the ties. Smiling, you slid up until you reached the knots and freed him from his restraints. Instantly his arms circled around you, holding you tight against his chest, not that you wanted to be anywhere else anyway. Instead of sliding back down and snuggling yourself up against his neck, you moved your head until you were face to face with Goshiki, both of your noses barely touching. 

He just tiredly smiled up at you, looking so content as his eyes shined with love for you. "I love you, okay? I'm yours and your mine.", you whispered in a light scratchy voice from all the screaming earlier. Not trusting his voice he just nodded at your words and rubbed his nose against yours. "Alright, now before we both fall asleep let me get a cloth and clean you up.", you told him as you slowly moved out of his embrace. Goshiki wanted to stop you, keep you in his arms but he knew that you'd come back. You were his after all. 

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Peonies

Pairing: Tattoo Artist! Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve has a new client who knows exactly what she wants. And a tattoo.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: language; filth F I L T H, i’m not joking this is smut (praise kink; slight daddy kink; fingering; slight spanking; unprotected sex; hair pulling??? Steve Rogers’ face??????????)

A/N: listen. LISTEN. Steve Rogers has been the bane of my existence for too many days to count now, so i had to let it all out somehow, ok? @the-chocolate-moose is the sole reason for me unleashing this filth on you all so go yell at her if you don’t like my first ever attempt at smut, i can’t be held responsible

A/N2: THIS is what prompted this whole thing; have these images in your heads as well, so now sit back and enjoy this fuckery

A/N3: @the-chocolate-moose​ suggested i name this Peonies bc “it’s nice and close to penis”; i thought “just fuck me up man idc anymore” would be more fitting

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Steve is not in the mood today. He’s not in the mood to listen to Nat constantly blowing and popping her gum, he’s not in the mood to watch Sam obsessively clean the leather seats in the entire studio, he’s not in the mood to smell the acrid odour of cigarettes that Bucky brings in with him after he’s had his break.

He’s definitely not in the mood to feel his tshirt sticking to his back and shoulders as he’s working on the design of a new tattoo. With the AC broken, he’s more than grateful for the small autumn breeze that occasionally wafts in through the open doors. Maybe he should just close for the day. After all, none of them have any appointments left and who even comes in to get a tattoo at 4 pm on a Friday?

“Hi.”

Steve looks up from his notebook to be greeted by a woman leaning on the high counter. She’s smiling, a cheeky grin that he’s only ever noticed in regular customers whenever they come up with a new idea for a tattoo. Her fingers tap on the mahogany, indicating nervousness and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear when he hikes his glasses up on his head.

“Hi.” Steve smiles – customer service force of habit or just because she’s so damn gorgeous? “How can I help you?”

“Well, uh – I’m here for a tattoo obviously.” She says, eyes flashing down for a second. “My friend recommended your studio and I was in the neighbourhood anyway, so I thought I’d stop by to make an appointment.”

“What do you have in mind?” Steve asks, taking out the planner, ready to find a free spot for her.

“Oh, I want my hip covered in peonies.” She says with such nonchalance as if she’s just going to buy some milk.

A quick inspection of the upper part of her body over the counter makes Steve wonder if she does have any tattoos and whether she knows what she’s getting into. His weariness must be written all over his face because she just giggles and waves her hand in dismissal.

“Don’t worry. I have a pretty big back tattoo. I know I’m going to be yours for at least five hours.”

And the way she says it, a corner of her lips raised into a tiny smirk and her head tilting to one side makes Steve lick his lips. He chuckles, shaking his head because he’d be damned if he doesn’t like the way she’s making it sound. He’s more than aware of her eyes on him as he stands up and invites her to take a seat on the couch. Planner and notebook in his hands, he settles down next to her, without failing to notice the way her tight skirt rides up her thighs when she scuttles closer to him.

“Tell me.” He says, glasses back on the bridge of his nose and pen on paper.

“Right, well I want it big.” And there it is, that amused tone in her voice again, but he’s more focused on her fingers brushing the top of her hipbone to the middle of her thigh. “And I want it in illustrative style because I can’t deal with blackwork and watercolours are just too much for me.”

Soon Steve has a pretty clear idea of exactly what she (Y/N, he found out earlier, after she’s repeated his name, tasting it on her tongue like a particularly delicious candy) wants; she seems to know a lot about tattoos, and he would be lying if he would say that doesn’t turn him on just a little bit. Maybe that’s why he can’t help himself from biting his finger, while listening to her. He’s excited to start to work on her tattoo, and he’s more than excited to spend some time with her, so when she asks him whether they’re open on Sunday he doesn’t even take time to consider.

“No, but I can open up only for you.” He offers and he doesn’t miss the thought that can be clearly seen on her face for a split fraction of a second.

“So it would only be the two of us in an empty studio while you’d be working on me for – how many hours did you say? Four?” Her eyes narrow, her voice purring and her fingers lightly graze his forearm.

“At least.” He nods, playing into her game with a smirk.

“Well, then. Being yours for at least four hours does not sound bad at all, Steve.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Y/N.”

*

Bucky and Sam give him hell after Y/N’s left, hooting and hollering like two fucking teenagers. Steve just rolls his eyes at them, ignoring their jabs and lewd jokes, but he doesn’t miss Nat’s knowing smile.

“What?” He snaps when she wouldn’t look away. “What???”

“Nothing.” She shrugs. “It’s just funny how you wouldn’t even show her our portfolios.”

“Why?” He asks defensively. “You don’t do big ink, Bucky only does watercolour and Sam’s on holiday next week anyway.”

“But she’s coming in on Sunday.” Sam points out, chuckling.

“And you seem to have all the answers to support your already possessive behaviour there, punk.” Bucky laughs.

“Fuck off, all of you.” Steve grumbles, already on his way to the back of the studio where he can work in silence on what must be now his new favourite flowers.

“Just make sure you don’t drool on her when you’re gonna tattoo her, bud!” Nat yells after him and he slams the door shut on a wave of laughter.

*

It’s Sunday and Steve looks at the clock right when it turns exactly 4 o’clock. His gaze instinctively turns to the door, but of course he shouldn’t expect her to be there right on the dot. Instead he looks down at the paper, trying to decide whether it’s detailed enough or too detailed? Is it too big? Too small? Would she like it? Would she want to have his work on her body for the rest of her life? And then another shiver runs along his spine, fingers twitching in anticipation, and his cock might pulse just one second at that particular thought – his work on her body for the rest of her life.

Steve’s startled out of his thoughts by a quick rapping on the glass door. She’s standing there, smile already evident on her face and he takes his time observing her as he makes his way over. He silently praises her for choosing a flowing skirt today, he knows that last tight one would’ve been hell on freshly tattooed skin; yet she’s making up for it with a very tight tiny top. Thank fuck for this particularly warm autumn.

“Hi!” She beams, stepping in and letting him lock behind her. “Ready to do me?”

Steve chokes on fucking air, but he has the good sense to start laughing. He’s thankful her back is to him because he already has to adjust his fucking jeans. She’s throwing her bag on the couch, takes in a big breath and turns to look at him, practically vibrating with excitement. Steve raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t comment on it – he knows how addictive the experience can become, his plethora of tattoos can only stand as an example.

“We’re gonna be in the back, babe.” Steve says absentmindedly, as he goes to pick up the hectograph paper.

“Babe?” She remarks, closer to him than he thought, her breath right on his cheek. “I hope you don’t call all your clients that.”

The tips of Steve’s ears turn pink. He hadn’t realised what he said, and he definitely wouldn’t have said it out loud, but every time he’s thought about Y/N in the last days his mind only supplied him with the image of her saying his name, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, her fingers on the tattoos on his right forearm while staring in wonder – babe, be a doll and suck my cock. Pink on his cheeks now as well.

“Come on, big boy. Show me where you want me.” Y/N winks and she’s already sauntering off to the back door.

It’s not his fault that all his blood is rushing to his dick now, it really isn’t. It’s her swaying ass and those long legs that will be completely bare in just a few seconds. Or maybe her inability to say anything without making it sound like an innuendo. Whatever it is, Steve has to readjust his jeans again.

He’s behind her in a few seconds, and he knows she’s doing it on fucking purpose when she steps back into his chest to open the door. She smells like vanilla and patchouli and Steve grunts deep in his throat; she doesn’t even apologise, instead she just tilts her head back until she can look at him and grins.

“You’re really big, did you know that?”

Steve just smirks and with a well-placed hand on her hip, he guides her forward. He can hear the faint giggle; the little minx is playing and she has him lapping from her hands, but two can play at this game, and he doesn’t like losing.

The room is definitely darker than the sunlit reception, but the bright lamp right next to the leather bed makes up for it. It almost feels as if it’s night, and Steve notices the way her back arches just an inch.

She hops on the bed, feet dangling over and she’s holding out her arms, reaching for the paper in his hand. Steve hands it to her without much preamble, and sits down in his chair, set to prepare the ink and his gun. He’s suddenly very aware of the closed door and how small this room is so he’s trying to distract himself in case she’ll be disappointed.

A gasp escapes her lips, making his head snap up. Now or never he supposes, but she’s grinning widely.

“I love it.” She whispers and there’s relief rushing through his entire body. Pleased, more than pleased to be entirely fair – he’s fucking aroused by her praise. Interesting.

“Do you want me to make any changes to it?” Steve asks, remembering that he’s actually supposed to do his job right now, and not get a fucking boner over her glinting eyes. “You’re gonna have this on you for the rest of your life so now’s the time to voice any concerns, sweetheart.”

“No, it’s perfect.” She promises and hands him the paper. Hopping off the bed, she looks at him, maintaining eye contact as she speaks. “Now. Should I get this skirt off or do you wanna do it, babe?”

And there it is. Back to being a little shit, especially when throwing that ‘babe’ back at him. Steve grunts and waves his go ahead, turning back to his gun. He refuses to look at her, to watch her shimmy out of the flowery thing, to look at her legs stepping out of it, to see the smirk on her face that he’s more than sure she’s sporting. He hears that small huff of air she lets out when she lays down, hears the creak of the bed under her body, hears the big inhale he has to take in before he moves his chair to finally face her.

Oh, fuck.

It’s not the long legs or the curve of her thighs or that very glaring dip that he’d so like to explore that do it for him, it’s the panties she’s wearing – red, lacy, small. His hands are hovering above her, blinking lazily over the expanse of skin and she must know now, beyond a shadow of a doubt, exactly what he’s thinking.

“You know,” she purrs from somewhere to his side. He’s not sure, because her thighs are rubbing together now. “I think I’ll have to take these off as well, considering how big it’s going to be.”

And that’s it. Steve’s had enough of it. He looks down at her, sees her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, one hand right above the line of her underwear, the other squeezing the edge of the bed. He grumbles deep in his chest, which makes her pupils dilate even more. Does she want to play then? Fine, he’ll give her something to play with.

“Yes, I think it would be best if you would.” He says, leaning back into his chair, arms crossed in front of his chest.

She’s startled then, confused for a moment at his blatant answer, but it’s easy to read his smirk. Easy to read what an arm over the armrest and a finger in his teeth means, as his tongue darts out to wet his lips – waiting. Are you going to do this? Daring her.

“Come on, baby, are you going to take them off for me?” He prods further, and it seems that does it for her.

Fingers slip under the waistband and he watches as she lifts up her ass, dragging them over her thighs, knees up and completely off. The piece of cloth dangles from her finger, as she offers it to him in her own silent dare. Are you going to do something about this?

“Any other requests, sir?”

His cock twitches once more, as if he isn’t already fucking hard with her half naked in front of him, an inch away from his touch. He stands up, grabs the panties and tucks them in his back pocket.

She squirms under his stare, legs pressed together but he doesn’t like that. One finger on her knee, and he pushes it to the side, then does the same thing with the other one. Pussy on display, his mouth is watering just as much as she’s dripping on the leather.

He leans closer, hands now behind his back and she’s shivering under his breath on her ear.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He grunts.

A whine and her fingers grab his forearm in a vice like grip. “You know what I want.”

“You have to use your words, Y/N.” Steve tuts.

She groans in frustration, letting her head fall back. “Please, Stevie, I need you to fuck me.”

He smirks then. An eye for an eye, wasn’t it? But she’s pleading and he’s been thinking about fucking her for three days straight already. He’s not in the mood to delay this any further – he’ll have time to savour her inch by inch later. For now, he just wants to fuck her.

He takes off his jeans, already feeling some of the tension leaving him. His boxers follow and he smiles like a Cheshire cat when her reaction is to lick her lips and sit up on the bed in anticipation. She wanted to play, didn’t she?

Steve sits back down on his chair, slowly, languidly and looks up at her. She’s waiting, but he notices the twitch in her fingers, the way her legs press together and she’s squirming on the bed, trying to find some kind of friction. He smiles then – benevolently, like a generous benefactor and raises his eyebrows. What do you want?

“Please.” She moans – practically drooling.

Steve pats his thigh, “Come on, baby. Come here.”

Y/N is on top of him immediately, straddling him, fingers grazing his scalp, tugging at his hair. His hands circle her waist, big hands on her hips and he’s guiding her down until she can rut against his legs. Her lips are on his then, biting, tugging, moaning into his mouth, lapping at each corner, saliva dripping just like her pussy.

“Please, Steve. Please.” She whimpers, because fuck she needs more, she needs so much more, she needs to have him fill her up and Steve is just there, his cock twitching right on her stomach and she can’t take it anymore.

“What do you want, baby?” He grunts, right when his fingers slip inside her folds and yesrightthereyesfuckohfuckStevefuck. “Are you going to cum for me, honey? You going to cum for daddy?”

And shit, she must’ve not known that was something that she likes, because the moment those words leave his lips, as his fingers so expertly pump into her and his thumb is circling her clit, she throws back her head with a scream. Blinding stars and all the lights in the world play right in front of her eyes, and Steve can feel her pussy clenching around his fingers before he takes them out and licks them clean.

Steve waits for her to regain her breath as he kisses her collarbones softly, before he gets annoyed with the fabric between them. He tugs at her top until she weakly raises her arms, allowing him to throw it somewhere she doesn’t really care about. She does, however, care about the fact that he’s also still wearing his tshirt and that’s just a shame because underneath that it’s the most glorious sight she’s ever seen.

The sleeve tattoos are usually entirely on display, but Steve would be lying if he’d say he doesn’t know the effect the eagle on his chest has or the way that BROOKLYN on his abs is always either licked or touched. And of course, her fingers also instantly follow the letters’ path.

“Fuck.” She whispers.

“That’s what I intend to do, sweetheart.” He grins and with one arm around her waist, he has her standing up, pushing her into the bed, ass in the air.

He’s surprised for a second to see the massive lion tattoo on her back, her previous words forgotten somewhere in his hazy mind. She looks at him over her shoulder when his hand traces the lines, before his tongue licks a strip right through the middle of her spine. She arches back, a shudder going through her whole body when she lines herself just perfectly to him. Steve has to steady her with his hands on her hips before she starts rutting against him again.

“Steve, please.” She mewls and he hears the leather hissing under her fingers.

“Manners.” He grunts, lining himself just right.

“Oh, fuck you, Steve!” She seethes, but her words turn into a moaning hiss when a slap crackles on her ass.

“I said manners, baby.”

A low growl, but she knows what he wants. “Please, daddy. Please, I need you to fuck me, please, I can’t. I just – please, please, please.”

Her chant fills the small room, turning into an entire litany of profanities and obscene noises the moment Steve enters her. He groans when he feels her so tight and wet and warm around him and fuck he’d stay like this forever, if she wouldn’t push back into him, asking him to move already. She settles her forehead on the bed when his large hands squeeze her hips almost painfully, dragging himself slowly back, and then thrusting into her with force. He continues his ministrations painstakingly slowly, until she starts meeting his thrusts.

“Fuck, faster, please. Please, Steve.” She pants, hands scrabbling at the edge of the leather.

Steve grunts when she starts moving again, but a hand in her hair keeps her in place. He starts thrusting deeper, faster, rougher, and her head falls back into the bed, letting him do all the work because fuck if she could keep up with this.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? You wanted me to fuck you hard?” Steve grunts.

Her words are slurred in response, but he picks up the slew of ‘yes’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ and his name – his name falling off her lips like a delicious chant, and he’s never heard anything more perfect than the sound of his pounding into her, her moans and his name from her mouth. He can already feel her walls clenching around his cock, so he drags her up by her hair, until her back is pressed to his chest, hand around her throat. Her head falls back onto his shoulder, giving him plenty of access to bite along her neck.

“Are you going to cum for me, baby? Come on, sweetheart, cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

His movements are becoming frantic, and he removes his hand from her hip to bring it to her clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bud. She’s whimpering now, breathless and a fucking mess, yet he’s never seen her more beautiful than right in this moment, right when she’s coming undone around his cock. He’s right behind her, the moment he sees her eyes roll back into her head, feeling her go slack in his arms. A growl deep within his chest and they’re both sagging over the bed, spent and fucked into oblivion.

He slips out and she lets out a low hiss at the sudden emptiness. Steve watches the way his cum drips along her thighs, and would care more about how much cleaning up and disinfecting he’s going to have to do later if it weren’t for her nails on his forearm. He looks at her, a smile on his own lips in reply to her blissful grin.

“I think I’m relaxed enough to have that tattoo now.”

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VAV: A full Daddy analysis uwu

I’ve never wanted to collectively ride anyone’s thighs more then I want to ride every member of VAV’s. Does that make sense? Never has a whole group made me want to ride everyone’s thighs then VAV. I’ve said this before and I’ll say it as many times as I can. These specific 7 men have power over me. Like, I want to be on top of their thighs so badly? Like, let me feel every member’s thighs, from Geumhyuk’s thicc ones to Hosung’s average, to Yoonho and Wooyoung’s sexy twink thighs. I’m honestly starting to love how small ACE is. The size kink is coming out faster than I did uwu. Just thinking about his small frame ugh. Like, The Dream Team are all smaller than the tanks obvi but Wooyoung? There’s so many things about that man that just? He seems like mysterious and lowkey a freak but I fucking love how small he is ugh. AND FUCKING LOU HAS BEEN FUCKING ME UP RECENTLY AND UGH. The need for Lou smut is so over the edge I have like 4 fanfics started with him or involving him. Like I said, this group does things to me. And I love it all.

St.Van:  Not because he’s my main bias and Daddy in VAV but I feel like Geumhyuk is a soft dom, he’s super caring and gentle. Unless you ask him to be rough and then he provides, but I feel like he also always asks how you are doing whether he’s being rough with you or not because he needs you to always communicate because it’s so important to him. If you need a break he’ll give you one, he has the best aftercare and he’d love to cuddle you after and he’s super affectionate and knows how to treat and take care of you and he does it well. And if you wanted him to be rough he would be but he’d still have the caring look to him? like, lots of praising and he’d always look at you with absolute love and adoration even if he’s fucking you til the bed breaks. And if the bed does break he’d stop to ask if you’re alright and then giggle and continue uwu. He’d always say things like “you’re doing so well princess” or something like “i know you can go for a little longer. C’mon princess, give me more, just one more time. You can do it princess” oR when you wanna get spicy he’d be like “you want me to fuck you like that princess? Are you sure you can handle it?” in a way that would make you second guess yourself but he’d always love and be proud of you for following through. And he would liter your body with kisses an he would always lace his fingers with yours when it gets good or he would cup your face. Like @itsakpopalypse said in her St.Van astrology post, he doesn’t fuck he makes love and I totally believe that and honestly thinking about that man alone..bruh I feel like he’s really into some things but he’s gentle about it? Idk but again I feel like if you asked him to be rough he would be but you’d still have that contact

Lou: Hosung is a freak™️ he’s willing to try all kinds of toys and positions. He’s a switch leaning sub and will call you mommy. He’ll do anything for you and try anything with you and loves shower sex. He loves seeing your wet body fucked out against the shower wall. The steam fogging up the glass door and then he pushes your naked, wet flesh against the door, your breasts squished and in view of anyone that might happen to walk in. “You know how sexy you look up against the door like this, how sexy it is to hear my thighs slam against your cute ass as I fuck your wet pussy so good?” He’ll slap your ass causing you to squeal. “You like that babygirl? You’re so good for Daddy. So wet, so perfect.”

Jacob: Jacob on the other hand, I feel like if you wanted it rough he would go feral and fuck your brains out and only after he made you cum 5 times would he come back down and be himself again? Like there’s no contact with you in those moments unless you used the safe word. I kinda feel like he wouldn’t really know how to take care of you as well as St.Van but he would always try his best to make you comfortable after and he would never just leave you after he re-arranges your organs ya’know? Aftercare is important to him but sometimes he doesn’t really know how? so you’d always have to reassure him that he’s a good daddy and that you are fine. I feel like Jacob’s one to have dom drops. I feel like he’d make you mad on purpose because he loves angry sex because you cum a lot more and are more loud and he wants to make sure his members and everyone in the building know that you are his sexy treasure. “Scream my name baby, I’m gonna make you cum so much you’ll stain the mattress. You like it when I fuck your brain out huh? You like it when I’m rough with your slutty pussy? You’re always such a good whore for Daddy. Louder, louder, I want my members to hear you moan for me.”

Ziu: I’m trying to figure out what Ziu’s into. He’s hard to read cause he’s such a dork. I think I’ll start by saying he probably has a thing for spankings. Whether playful or full on bent over his lap swatting each cheek. I feel like he’s really into bodystockings. He loves showing you how good he is with his fingers and cock. His favorite thing is when you wander around the house in just panties and a t-shirt, or panties and his hoodie. Maybe he likes to bend you over the counter in your tee and pull down your panties just enough to show your perfect ass, he’ll gently rub it before grabbing a spatula or slotted spoon and make you scream. “You think you can tease me like this and get away with it darling?” Perhaps he’s the kind to always praise you because you’re so shy, he’ll slide your panties off and when you move your hand over to cover your petals he’ll grab your hand gently and look you in the eyes and say, “don’t be shy darling. Let me see that beautiful dripping flower of yours. You’re so gorgeous baby.” And then he’ll lean you against the counter and lift one of your legs up so he has a perfect view of that gaping pussy and he’ll tease you will his tongue, slowly and gently causing the sweetest sounds to escape from your parted lips.

ACE: ACE has you wrapped around his thumb, his cock actually. When he’s really horny his one or two word commands will keep you in line. Because you want to make him feel good and tell you how good of a job you’re doing. He’s not really vocal but he still tells you when you’re doing a good job. He’ll say “knees, now” or “suck” and “good girl” but he won’t moan or curse unless he’s close. He’ll tilt his head back and enjoy him filling your mouth. Of course ACE’s punishments are serious and you can’t escape from them. If you’re bad he’ll let you have it and won’t let you cum till you’re far other the edge

Baron: Daddy Spreadlegs I feel would excel at eating you out. That’s it. He knows exactly how to do it, how to reach all your sweet spots, make you come undone and squirm as his tongue explores your sweet cavern. He would take his time in making you feel good but for Chunghyeop eating your pussy is an art form and you can’t rush art. Aside from eating you out he’d love to read to you, his gentle words rolling off his tongue in the sweetest way while he aggressively finger blasts you into oblivion. Sometimes he would stop reading just to watch you moan and wiggle under his gaze and sometimes he’d tease you by continuing to read, his fingers just resting inside your pussy, every once in awhile pulling out slowly to jab back in. I feel like he’d love to give you creampies. It would be his favorite thing in the world. Another thing he’d like, and he’d surprise you with it is once he figured out how to make you squirt it would be the only thing you’d ask for. You’d suck his cock and beg him to make you squirt. “Kitten, do you not enjoy when I eat you out anymore? Are you tired of creampies?” Chunghyeop said sounding disappointed. You quickly shook your head and pulled off his tip. “No Daddy, never. But I love it when you make me squirt. I love watching your reaction. I do so good for Daddy after. And you even say I taste better after. Please Daddy, please make me squirt and I’ll cum so good for you next time. Please Daddy.” you mewled looking up at him while kitten licking his tip. Chunghyeop just smiled. “We’ll see Princess. But right now Daddy wants to give his little slut another creampie.”

Ayno: I feel like Ayno is totally a subby baby boy like 99% of the time but every once in a while No Mercy Yoonho will leak out. He’ll always call you mommy or mistress and he’ll always thank you after you let him cum. He loves being your good boy. He always wants to please you and make you happy and you rarely have to punish him because he’s such a good boy. But when you do punish him he becomes even more of a whiny, crying mess. “Please mommy, please let me cum. I’m sorry I’ve been such a naughty boy.” You’ll shush him and hold your hand on his thigh as he jerks his hips up and down, the vibe resting against his tip. “Mommy will let you come soon my sweet baby. But you have to take this punishment as you’ve been a bad boy and I can’t let you get away with everything especially now that you think of you whine enough I’ll stop. Mommy doesn’t like to punish her sweet baby but sometimes it’s necessary.” Yoonho would cry and cry, tears staining his cheeks as you denied him of his orgasm. Finally you let him cum, his sweet sweet cries of pleasure filling the room. You kept your hand on his stomach rubbing small circles and praising him as he came down from his high. You kissed up his body meeting his lips. “You’re such a good boy for mommy.” You’d say. He’d smile and thank you over and over again.

Lou & Ayno: or as I like to call them Lube and Anal. The perfect combination of Ayno telling me what to do as Lou tells him want to do. Make me suck you both off as you cover my face in your yummy cummies uwu. There’s not a lot to say about these two. Perhaps shower sex with them both or a nice bathtub fucking sandwiched between them.

St.Van & Jacob: I want to be sandwiched between these two men. I want to be bent over Geumhyuk sucking him off as Jacob takes me from behind. Pull my hair, slap my tits, my ass, my thighs. Get me worked up. Praise me, degrade me, hold my hand for emotional support as I experience a mind fucking orgasm. Tell me how precious I am as my pussy convulses over and over, both of their cum leaking out of my sopping pussy. Kiss the marks on my thighs and neck, move my hair out of that way, take a picture of my fucked out body and use it as the wallpaper on your phone. I want them to take a video of their cum leaking out of me as a reminder of how good Jacob and St.Van are at fucking me stupid. Lick it up or push it back into me and cover my glistening body in your hot kisses

The Dream Team a.k.a The Cream Team (power bottom ACE, bottom Baron and subby baby boy Yoonho): Ayno is such a sexy man, his rap is super sexy but he’s also baby boy, but also let me throw it back Papi. ACE is the sexiest twink I’ve ever seen in my life and that voice of his, serenade this bussy Daddy. And his hands ugh, those fingers. He’s the slamming power bottom I need in my life. (And by that I mean, there is no power bottom ACE fics and that needs to be fixed. Anyone that writes for VAV please. I need to be on top of him but he needs to tell me what to do and how to do it. Dig your fingers into my hips as you guide me onto your dick. Make me keep eye contact as I grind my aching pussy against your throbbing cock please daddy). And Baby Baron ugh, he can collect these edible arrangements. Don’t ask why I sent you so many just find me and let me ride you Daddy Spreadlegs. My favorite bottoms. Also I feel like they’d all give you creampies every once in awhile but since it’s Baron’s favorite thing he’d give them to you more often.

I’m just so whipped for them all. I want them all to fuck me, I want to see what they’re into, let them experiment their pleasures with me. I’ll be their cute lil fuck doll. I want to see how they play with themselves, what they use to cum. I want to watch them get all worked up, their dicks thrusting into their hands, their muscles tense as they cum. I wanna hear how they moan, I wanna see them all fucked out in bed or on a chair or wherever they masturbate from.