#and yes I did need to suck in to button the shirt AND the jacket ☝️

[alyssa-edwards-saying-back-rolls]

pov ur butch feedee is going to need a new corduroy jacket pretty soon 🐖

[kayesfanfics]

Can you do Magneto x reader

Were Magneto finds the reader to ask if they’ll be his queen (NSFW if you feel comfortable)? 🫶🏾

A/N: OF COURSE I CAN. I did turn it into a marriage proposal as well, hope that’s okay! Also this part of their dance made me FERAL over this old man-

Warnings: NSFW, fem! Reader

“Will you rule Genosha beside me…and be my queen?” Erik asked from down on one knee before you, one hand holding yours and the other holding a small velvet box, a beautiful silver ring with a delicate diamond glimmering up at you.

Your heart ceased its beating, your breath caught in your throat, the world seemed to stop around you. It felt like you were the only two people in the world. He chose sunset to propose, the sky was a beautiful shade of pink and brilliant orange outside, accenting his pink lips and beautiful blue eyes gazing up at you with love and adoration.

“Erik, I…yes! Yes of course I will!” You beamed down at him, embracing him when he stood up to kiss you passionately.

Erik had been planning this proposal for some time now, keeping it secret for months by now. The only person that sort of new was none other than Scott Summers (and probably Jean/Madelyne) because he had asked how Scott had proposed to Jean. Other than that, nobody had any idea he would be proposing, including you. The two of you had been together for a few years by now, you shared his same vision of a world built for mutants where they would be safe. You stood beside him and supported him through everything, joined him in leading the X-Men after receiving Charles’ will, defending him when the team defied him. Now, you were at Genosha to attend the gala, welcoming the nation to the UN. With everything going on, Erik didn’t know that this would be the right time to propose, but it just felt right to do it in this moment.

“I love you, Y/N. So much.” He breathed between desperate kisses, his arms wrapped around your waist to hold you as close as humanly possible.

“I love you too, Erik.” You smile into another kiss, keeping his face close to yours by holding the back of his head and standing on your toes to wrap your arm around his neck.

“I never want to leave your side. I want to be with you forever.” He trailed his lips down to your jaw, before attaching to your neck and sucking at your sweet spot just below your ear. You moan slightly at the action, arching into his touch as you subconsciously tug at his silver hair.

“I will be by your side forever.” You promised him, your other hand grabbing a fistful of his suit jacket, pulling him impossibly closer to you as his lips ravaged your neck. “Erik…~”

“Yes, my love?”

“I need you~” you moaned as he left one last mark on your neck, before grinning at you and hoisting you up to carry you, your legs wrapped around his slender waist as his lips reattached to your own.

You opened your mouth slightly to allow his tongue to enter, grabbing at his hair blindly as he walked towards the bed in the spacious penthouse room. He set you down gently on the soft sheets, bending down to be level with you as his hands wandered from where he held your hips to your waist, up your blouse to touch your skin. You felt a shiver run up your spine at the action as you let go of his hair to push his jacket off his shoulders, before he finished taking it off and tossed it aside to the floor. You sat back on the bed a bit to watch him strip his suit off, to which he quickly undid the buttons on his dress shirt and hastily shrugged it off. You but your lip seeing his toned abdomen and pecs, your eyes following the happy trail of silver hair that disappeared behind his pants. You let out a surprised yelp when he grabbed your legs and pulled, causing you to fall onto your back as you felt him kiss your knee, thumbs rubbing your thighs as his kisses trailed up your leg. He pushed your dress up to reach your underwear, pulling them down and off your legs to reveal your pussy, wet and glistening for him.

“My dear, you never cease to leave me breathless~” he purred, kissing your inner thigh once more, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Erik, you-OH!” You moaned out when you felt his tongue make contact with you. Your back arched off the bed and your head instinctively tossed back, your hair fanning out below you as your eyes clamped shut at the feeling. Erik’s calloused hands held your soft thighs in his hands, keeping them spread for him as his tongue worked at your pussy. He moaned into your cunt at your reaction, amused at how just a single swipe of his tongue made you writhe in his hold.

“E-Erik! Yes! Just like that! Right there!” You gasped as his tongue expertly ate you out, knowing the exact right spots to add more pressure to and where to tease just right. Your thighs started clamping around his head, this time he allowed it and let your legs keep him caged between them. His hands gripped out your hips, rubbing your sides as his head started to move more, focused on getting you to cum all over his tongue. You grinned your hips into his face, feeling that familiar coil inside of you begin to tighten as he lapped at your clit, sucking on it before licking it roughly. Your hands flew down to his hair once again and shoved him deeper into you, earning a moan from him at the action, knowing you were close. With a few more swipes of his tongue, you came undone, your body tensing up and shaking as you reached your orgasm. You let out choked moans as he lapped up your juices, cleaning you up and eating you out through your orgasm. Once he was finished, he wiped his mouth before climbing up to lie on top of you, pressing his lips soaked in your cum to yours. You gladly opened your mouth to taste yourself on his tongue, moaning into him as he ran a hand through your hair soothingly.

“I love you. You are so beautiful.” He huffed out, catching his breath as he pulled away just enough to look you in the eyes. “You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You are extraordinary, mein Schätzchen.”

“I love you.” You smiled up at him, your hand moving to cup his face. Your thumb stroked his cheek, Erik leaning into your touch as you gazed into each others eyes lovingly. “You’re so determined, so powerful, so admirable. I am honored to stand beside you, Erik.”

“I am honored you stand beside me.” He took your hand and kissed your palm, shutting his eyes to savor your touch for a moment. He leaned down ever so slightly to rest his forehead against yours, your own eyes shutting too to relish in the moment with your new fiancé.

After a few minutes of just holding each other, Erik got up to finish undressing, before he helped you take off your fancy gown for the gala. You kicked off your high heels and unclipped your bra, tossing it aside before you beckoned him back to you with a finger and a smirk adorning your pretty face. Erik of course, couldn’t resist and crawled right back to you and mirrored your grin, before settling between your legs and leaning down to kiss you. One hand held himself up while the other trailed down to your pussy, still sensitive from your first orgasm as his palm rubbed it a few times before you felt two of his fingers enter you.

“Oh, fuck! Erik!” You tossed your head back, your jaw hanging open in a moan as you felt his fingers begin to prep you.

“Oh, the sounds you make for me…” Erik bit his lip as he watched your face contort with pleasure, your chest rising and falling rapidly as he picked up the pace of his fingers, the pad of his thumb grazing against your clit gently. He rested his body against yours to press kisses to the valley between your breasts, movingly his fingers and expertly finding that spot in you that made your hands fly up to claw at his bare shoulders. You choked out moans and whines as you came undone around his fingers, your nails now drawing blood from how hard you gripped him. Erik didn’t even flinch however, keeping himself occupied with leaving hickies on your breasts and sucking on your nipples, his fingers beginning to slow down, before he pulled them out gently and allowed you a moment to catch your breath. He then raised his hand to shove his fingers into your mouth, having you suck them clean of your slick before pressing a kiss to your lips when you were finished. You propped yourself up on your elbows when he moved to align his cock with your entrance, his top prodding at your hole as he pushed you back down onto the bed, grabbing both of your hands and intertwining his fingers with yours and holding them on either side of your head.

“Are you ready?” He asked, as if you hadn’t taken him a hundred times before. He was always caring and loving like that though, always making sure you were comfortable and still enjoying your time in bed with him.

“Yes, love, please!” You begged him, needing him inside of you, feeling so empty and unsatisfied despite already orgasming twice while he hadn’t at all yet. He chuckled at your response, tucking a strand of messy hair behind your ear, before squeezing your hand and starting to push into you. Your mouth opened in a silent moan as you felt him slide in easily, your opening nice and slick from your orgasms, allowing him to easily enter you. Once bottomed out, Erik pressed his forehead to yours to allow you both a moment, before his hips began to move.

“Y/N, you feel so…oh! God, I love you!” Erik groaned as he felt you squeeze around him, your lips finding his jaw and placing sweet kisses on it to encourage him to keep going. His hands clutched yours tightly, and he let out a small moan as your soft lips danced along his jawline.

“Show me how much you love me~” you purred up at him, one of your hands leaving his own to tangle in his hair, pulling his face towards yours to capture his lips against your own. The both of you moaned into the kiss as he picked up his pace with his hips, his now free hand grasping at one of your breasts and fondling it. Your breath hitched when his tip hit you deep inside, sending a shiver up your spine and making your hand clamp around his at the feeling.

“Oh! Right there! Right there! Please, Erik!” You broke the kiss with him, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he hit that spot again and again. You let out a loud moan when he began hitting that spot harder and faster, using his free hand to now hold himself up on the bed for support. Erik smiled down at you as you began to writhe beneath him, your hips moving to meet his now as you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, not wanting him to go anywhere.

“I’m here.” He chuckled at your desperation, holding your hand firmly and raising it to kiss the back of it. “I’m here, Y/N.”

“E-Erik! I-I’m gonna…! Oh! Fuck! Erik!” You began to scream, feeling yourself begin to reach the edge.

“That’s it…cum for me, my love. I’m almost there too.” He panted above you, continuing his pace and feeling you tighten even more around him, making it harder to push in and out of you as your pussy sucked him back in. You whimpered as you neared your high, your hand that was tangled in his hair moving to scratch at his shoulder blades again, needing something to ground you as you finally toppled over the edge. Your body spasmed and shook, letting out a screaming moan at the intensity of your orgasm as he fucked you through it. You soon felt Erik cum inside of you, his warm sperm filling you as he moaned with you, his hips shaking and stuttering against your own.

Once your climaxes both dissipated, Erik pulled out of you and collapsed beside you on the bed, chest heaving as he caught his breath. You felt your body twitch from the orgasmic shocks coursing through you as you moved to lay on your side, resting your cheek against his pec. Erik kissed you on the forehead and ran a hand through your hair, resting his lips on your soft skin and relishing in the moment with you, basking in the intense love the both of you felt in the air for each other.

“We should get ready for the gala. People will wonder where we are.” You finally spoke after minutes of silence, lifting your head to look at him and cup his face in your hand.

“Let them wonder for a few moments more.”

[tzimiscequeen-blog]

Stress Release at the New Job

Iceburg x Reader x Paulie (NSFW)

Synopsis: You are a little distracted during a meeting with your boss, Iceburg, and Paulie. The Head of Galley-La helps to get you refocused, with an audience.

Note: This was a one shot that formed from a Patreon Exclusive piece of art from the wonderful Don-Mellow. If you haven't checked out her work, you need too! She's amazing.

Additional Tags: AFABReader, She/Her Pronouns, Creampie, Desk Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Cuckolding, MDNI, 18+

WC: 1700+

Available on AO3 (can't get it to link)

@don-mellow

     

You tried to focus on the instructions your boss was telling you and noting them in your notepad but you couldn’t pull your eyes away from him as he stripped down to his boxer briefs. You had forgotten that he worked as a ship builder most of his life so he hid a very well built body under his button up shirt and suit jacket.             

There was a choking cough from Paulie who sat on the couch at the side of the room.

“You know Paulie, you should cut back on the number of cigars you smoke a day. You wouldn’t be coughing otherwise,” Iceburg chided his friend as he rummaged through his closet in his office for spare clothes.

“Ah, shut up Iceburg. I wasn’t coughing cause of the cigars; I wasn’t expecting you to strip in your office. It’s indecent in front of y/n,” the shipwright replied as he settled the cigar back in his mouth and he shifted in his seat.

“It’s alright Paulie…I, uh, don’t mind. I’d rather him change than sit in wet, coffee stained clothes,” you replied as you tried to will your blushing cheeks to lighten up before your boss turned back around.

“See, y/n is fine with it,” Iceburg said as he turned around with clothes slung over his arm. It was your turn to cough as you noticed how big he was, even flaccid, in those form fitting underwear. You shifted in your own seat now and quickly looked to the paper in your hand, trying not to draw attention to the flush in your cheeks, that was now moving down your neck.

Iceburg didn’t notice immediately and began to continue his speech before the coffee spilled on him. Your hand attempted to write notes about what he was saying but your brain and cunt were elsewhere.

“Y/n, did you get that last part?” Iceburg asked. Him calling your name pulled you out of your lusty haze.

“Um…I’m sorry sir, I, uh, didn’t,” you replied bashfully with a little squeak.

“Was I talking too fast for you to keep up?” he asked as he partially sat on the edge of his desk, right next to your chair. Although he had pants on now, he was positioned where you looked right at his crotch when you lifted your eyes from your notepad. There was no way he didn’t notice you linger on that part of him before you replied.

“N…no. I was a little distracted,” you answered as you shifted in your seat again.

“Ah, I see now. Are you uncomfortable by my undressing?”

“No, not in a bad way at least. I’m having a hard time keeping my eyes off you to be honest…sir.”

“See Iceburg! I told you it’s indecent,” Paulie hollered from his seat.

Your boss ignored his friend and pulled your gaze up to him. “Let’s get you refocused. Do you mind if Paulie stays? He likes to watch.”

“I don’t mind,” you replied boldly as you bit your lip.

“That’s great to hear,” Iceburg replied with a smirk as he placed your notepad and pen on his desk with one hand then took one of your hands and placed it on his cock. You felt it twitch with your touch and your eyes widened at his girth.

“Fuckin hell,” Paulie mumbled from the couch as you heard a zipper and moving cloth.

You stood and settled between your bosses legs as he unbuttoned his pants then unfastened yours and slid them along with your panties down to your ankles. You sucked your breath in at the sudden rush of cool air on your increasingly warming cunt.

He gave a devilish smile as his fingers slid between your folds, “You’re so wet already. You must’ve really enjoyed what you saw.”

“Y…yes,” you mewled as his strong, calloused fingers reached inside of you.

The next few moments went by in a flash and you were suddenly fully nude, laying on Iceburg’s desk. Papers strewn all over and crumpled beneath you.

Your boss’s head was between your legs, tongue curling inside you as his thumb pressed your throbbing clit. His strong arms kept your lower half from squirming too much, just enough to thrust your hips. You had a hand gripping his hair and the other held onto the edge of the desk behind you.

You glanced at Paulie who had his equally impressive cock out and was stroking it as he mumbled curses to himself and with flushed cheeks watched Iceburg eat you out.

He embarrassingly turned his eyes away as they made contact with your own and you chuckled between moans, “Don’t…hgnmmm…look away…Paulie,” you moaned as you felt the coil tighten within you.

“You know you tightened when you looked at him,” Iceburg commented as he pulled his tongue out and replaced it with two thick fingers.

“I guess…fuck…I like to…ugmmmm…be watched,” you groaned as you thrust your hips in time with Iceburg’s fingers.

“Let’s hear how much you like it,” your boss hummed as he spread his fingers to stretch you. He smiled as he felt your walls clench.

“That’s it y/n. Go ahead and cum,” he cooed to you.

Not that you were waiting for permission but his words caused the coil to snap and your back arched with papers stuck to your sweat soaked skin. His fingers continued to pump in you through your orgasm and you finally heard a small moan come from Iceburg. 

Other than his rock hard cock, you wouldn’t have known he was enjoying this whole event. When he pulled his fingers from you as your moans subsided, he shifted to stand behind his desk, kicking his chair out of the way and spun you around. He stared right at Paulie as he licked your release from his fingers and stroked himself.

“Now I need to refocus,” Iceburg groaned as his gaze fell back to you and his eyes were blown with lust.

“I’ll be glad to help you with that…sir,” you smiled back at him and moved to line him up with your throbbing core.

“Always so helpful. I knew you’d be just the best secretary,” he said just before he began to insert himself.

The stretch was divine and you leaned back and saw Paulie try to put an unlit cigar in his mouth but now it was his turn to lose focus so he threw it to the floor and continued to fist himself.

You body molded to Iceburg’s cock as he slowly inserted himself to his base and stood still for a moment to allow your body to adjust. You had never felt so full and you knew if he released inside you it would have nowhere to go and spill out of you. The thought sent pleasure through your body and you began to rotate your hips, letting him know you were ready.

He gave a few shallow thrusts then pulled each of your legs up and held them as his thrusts became deeper and harder. You gripped the edge of his desk with both hands now, to keep from being pushed off the desk. For a mellow man, Iceburg could certainly be commanding if he so wanted, and you wanted him to turn you into a mewling pile.

“You’re being so good���ngnnnnnn. We may need to…ahhhhh…start every meeting like this,” Iceburg commented between rough thrusts and restrained moans.

“Wh…whatever you…fuck…you want…sir!”

He moved your legs to his shoulders and leaned over you. The new angle let him hit new spots within you and that coil quickly formed again.

“I’m…glad you agree. Now, let me hear you again. His words were a polite command that you had no intention of disobeying. You gave a quick upside down glance to Paulie who seemed to be reaching his climax. Hand frantically stroking himself as his face contorted into that pleading look just before any of your previous partners were about to cum but needed one last little nudge.

Iceburg bent just a little lower, pressing your legs back farther and his chest closer to yours. His cock relentlessly thrusting in and out of you, the wet sounds of each thrust, inching your closer to your release.

“Ice…I’m…cuming,” you mumbled out as the coil broke. Your body arched off the desk, his name repeated over and over on your lips between gibberish and curses.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me,” Paulie growled from across the room as you  vaguely heard his moan of released.

Just when you thought your orgasm was over, Iceburg gripped your whole body and held you as close to him as he possibly could and you felt him still and he groaned as you felt the thick ribbons of cum inside you. The feel of which quickly had you cumming again.

Sure enough, there was no room left inside you and you felt it slowly drip out of you. He held you like that for a few moments while you both caught your breath. When he finally let you go, he pulled your rear off the desk and slowly pulled out of you. You could hear the drips of cum hitting the tiled floor as his release spilled out of you.

“Are you injured?” he asked politely as if yo stubbed your toe and didn’t just rail you on his desk.

“A little dehydrated, but nothing a little stretching can’t handle,” you smiled at your boss.

“Good, Paulie will get you some water,” Iceburg smirked.

“What?! I’m not your servant Iceburg!” Paulie grumbled as he stood and fastened his pants.

“Do it for y/n?” He smirked.

“Alright, just cause she looks tired,” he said as he blushed and headed out of the office.

Iceburg helped you remove all the papers stuck to you and tossed the ones that were not salvageable with a shrug that he was unbothered by their loss.

You were mostly cleaned up and you’d finish as soon as you headed to the bathroom.

Paulie returned and you saved your final comment until he returned.

“You know boss, I should probably start wearing skirts to work instead,” you smirked.

“I agree. I won’t have to worry about ripping your pants next time,” he matched you smirk.

“You two are gonna fuckin kill me,” Paulie complained as he lit his cigar.

“Next time you can join Paulie,” you winked at him as his face turned bright red and he sulked the rest of the meeting on the couch.                         

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— WATCHING OVER ME

SUMMARY : sex-capades in heaven with dean before he decides to travel the multiverse in the impala like he’s the fucking doctor and the impala is his TARDIS.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), smut, unprotected sex, angst, fluff, silly goofy thoughts

WORD COUNT : 2.5K

A/N : title from radio company’s song. it’s implied that the reader isn’t human. that pic of jensen in the impala inspired this. 😧

“What are you doing?” Dean jumped slightly as Y/N suddenly grabbed his shoulder through the Impala’s window. She laughed at his reaction and opened the door to get inside with him. He moved the seat back slightly so she could straddle him as he chuckled along with her.

“You scared me,” he murmured, immediately sliding his hands up her soft thighs, beneath the light purple dress she wore. She hummed softly, reaching over to close the door she came through before giving Dean her attention. 

“Sorry, sweetheart.” She kissed his forehead and shifted around in his lap until she was comfortably straddling him. She smiled at him softly, her eyes trailing over his stubble, his soft and loving green eyes, his growing honey-coloured hair that he seemed to have run his fingers through. 

“Did you come find me so we could get frisky?” He broke the silence with a little smirk. She bit her lip as she smiled, feeling his fingers toy with the hem of her lace panties. She leaned forward kissing him with all the love she felt for him, her soft tongue easily slipping into his mouth, meeting his warm tongue as his fingers tightened around her hips. “Is that a yes?” He whispered, leaning forward so he wasn’t so far away from her sweet mouth. 

“I didn’t come to do that,” she admitted, her fingers moving down to unbuckle his belt, “but now that I’m here… I really need you inside me.” He closed the distance between their lips again, pouring his soul into the kiss as she expertly unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly while his hands moved to her face. Her soft face kept his hands warm, her silky curls brushing between his fingers, the taste of her minty tongue making him moan. 

“Where are the kids?” He asked breathlessly, kneading her breast over the thin material of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra beneath it, his fingers creating delicious friction on her nipple with the silky material.

“Busy getting spoiled by your mom,” she gasped, grinding her hips against his. He chuckled, turning to the side slightly with her in his lap, and laying her down on the seat as he trailed his lips down her jaw to her neck. 

“No interruptions then?” He murmured against her throat with a smile, his tongue brushing against her velvety skin after he sucked a light mark at her pulse. Her hands moved under his jacket, trying to shove it off his shoulders while one of his hands kneaded her ass as he held himself up with one arm by her head.

“No interruptions,” she mumbled, trying to overpower him with very little effort, instead choosing to bury her fingers in his hair and tugging gently as his mouth trailed down to her breasts. He pulled away to finally remove his jacket and the button up he was wearing and threw it in the backseat, careless about it slipping off the green cooler and onto the ground. 

“I think…” Dean started thoughtfully, pulling his shirt off, watching his wife start to pull her panties down her legs with the dress bunched around her waist. “You should just pull the sleeves off your arms,” he suggested, pulling his boxers and jeans down slightly until his cock was free. 

She did as he asked, pouting as he just stared down at her, “okay, the kids might be busy, but you should still hurry,” she warned playfully. He grinned down at her, his fingers trailing up the inside of her warm thigh, his fingers brushing softly against the apex of her thighs to tease her more. 

“Wow, look at you,” he said teasingly, bringing one of her legs over the back of the seat, “all wet for me.” He smirked at her, finally bringing his fingers between her legs, circling her entrance, his fingertips gathering her slick with fascination on his face. 

“It’s nothing new,” she muttered playfully, squirming as he gently brushed against her clit. He rolled his eyes at her, giving her a faux irritated look as he removed his fingers stubbornly.

“Okay, well, excuse me, sweetheart, if it flatters me that you’re still so turned on by me,” he said sarcastically, looking down at his wet fingers that were now becoming dry. She blushed as he licked his lips, her heart leaping as if it were a romantic gesture, and she sighed in defeat.

“Okay, fine, take your time.” She smiled and watched him as he looked away from her, narrowing his eyes on the green cooler in the backseat.

“Nah, you ruined the mood,” he replied playfully, sniffling—the little tell that he was trying to bother her. She smirked at him and then became serious as she sat up and tugged the dress down her legs. At this, he quickly turned to look at her with parted lips, curious and confused.

“In that case,” she started, looking for her panties, “I’ll go see if Jack needs help with anything else here in Heaven or maybe Cas might need a hand with the angels.” She picked up her panties and bit her lip to stop herself from smiling as he grabbed her wrist and held himself close to her.

“You’re not going anywhere, honey,” he murmured against her lips, tugging her panties out of her hands and casually throwing them over the green cooler. His lips brushed against hers, not kissing her yet, as he manhandled her until her dress was bunched up over her hips again. 

“You said I ruined the mood, I figured I’d—”

“You’re a little brat,” he interrupted her, slotting his hips between her parted legs, his cock warm and heavy against her thigh. She looked down at it and swallowed, her cheeks turning red as a smile grew on her face. “What? Want it inside you?” He asked, gently pushing her shoulder so she’d lie down and fixed her thighs over his jean-clad legs. 

“Please,” she whispered, staring at his handsomely smug face, heat growing down her neck and up her ears as his cockhead prodded at her soaked entrance. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned, his thumbs swiping lovingly on her hipbones. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.” He stared between them with unashamed lust as his cockhead parted her slick folds and slowly pushed into her warm hole. She was tempted to say something sassy, but she bit her lip instead, moaning softly as he pushed in and out, his cock sliding along her walls, hitting delicious spots inside her on his way to fill her up completely. 

Her mind went blank, all she could do was feel him inside her, words failed her and she couldn’t really do much but moan or attempt to bring him closer. Her hands moved up from his waist to his back, trying to be gentle about her nails on his warm skin. The deeper he thrusted into her, the more he leaned over her until his warm breath fanned over her flushed face. He swivelled his hips to push as deep as possible, letting her adjust and get comfortable before he started up again trying to make her orgasm. 

He pressed a soft kiss to her mouth, sucking softly on her bottom lip and nibbling on it until she moaned. His open mouth descended to her neck, his loving kisses electrifying her skin, the gentle bite of his teeth stinging her flesh, his soft tongue warming her skin and soothing the pain as he sucked at her flesh, leaving light marks here and there on his way down to her breasts. 

He loved her body, loved how well he knew her, memorising all the things that turned her on as he got to her breasts. One of his hands moved off her hip to pinch her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging softly as he licked at the other nipple. His teeth grazed on the sensitive flesh before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked gently, eventually choosing to knead her other breast in his hand as it got warm in his palm. 

Her pussy clenched around him the way it always did when he did something she liked and he moaned softly, as if acknowledging it, as if trying to remind her how well he knew her and how he would always be the only one who did. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, both stimulated and wet with his saliva, tightening even more with the air around them contrasting with the warmth his mouth had provided. 

He lifted himself up slightly, stared down at her breasts as he slowly moved in and out of her, pleased with the sight of them hard and wet. “Touch your tits, sweetheart.” He kept his hand by her head, waiting for her to do as he said before lowering his other hand to her clit and letting his spit drip down to her pussy so his thumb could easily swipe up and down on the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

She gasped out his name, her knees pressing into his side as her cunt squeezed his throbbing cock. He loved it when she did that, a pleased little smirk tugging at his plump lips while watching as she arched her back, both her hands working on playing with her breasts as he’d told her to do. 

Even now, there was nothing but adoration in her warm eyes, with her dress bunched at her waist, her fingers rolling and teasing her nipples, his thumb changing the patterns he drew on her clit as his thrusts became sloppy. Her wedding band and engagement rings shimmered in the sunlight that invaded his car, his own ring on his finger by her head, an endless reminder of their eternal love. 

It wasn’t something Chuck wanted to happen; that thrilled him, knowing they weren’t supposed to end together and somehow did, knowing that all those times they broke up and made up was their choice made his stomach clench with excitement. If anything was real, it was their love for each other, if he ever doubted everything, his love for her would be the only thing holding him together. 

It was one thing for her to exist everywhere and never end up with him, but what made their love even more remarkable, was that she wasn’t supposed to exist at all. As far as her and Jack knew, there were six other versions of her, yes, she ended up with him in some way, at some point. But to him, it meant that their relationship stood to chance, to a tiny, one-in-a-trillion chance that they would meet at all, that they would fall in love. Nothing was better than that realisation. 

Wherever she was, he was happy. He knew she wanted more for him, but for now they’ve both settled for this. Heaven together, where mostly everything was the same, and there was the mind-numbing peace that blanketed everyone in Heaven. She always brought some fun into his life, having the gift of children distracted both of them from the fact that he was dead. 

He stopped teasing her and rubbed quick circles on her clit, his hips building up speed as he stared at her face. The way her eyebrows pinched together and her swollen lips parted, gasps and moans tumbling from her mouth, harmonising with his grunts and his groan as the feeling of her pussy, hot and wet dragging along the length of his cock, tightening around the throbbing veins.

It was the most euphoric feeling in the world to be inside her. He liked sex before and it was always amazing, but he loved it more now, it was better, hotter, sexier. Maybe it was the fact that he’s older, or maybe it has everything to do with the fact that it’s with her, the woman he’s always been in love with and always will be. 

The way she looks at him, the way she touches him, the way she loves him is simply unmatched. She’s the only one for him; it will never change. Not when she’s been in his life for over twenty years and he’s found that no one understands him the way she does, no one knows the real him but her. She knew all that he was, all his mistakes and his flaws, all the things he hates about himself yet she loved every single thing about him and he felt the same way about her. 

“Dean,” she whispered, breaking him from his thoughts. His eyes softened as he looked up from her stomach to her face, seeing her love and her comfort grounded him to reality. 

“What, sweetheart?” He murmured, leaning over her, he kissed her cheek and then her lips, chuckling as she wiggled her hips impatiently. “I’ve got you,” he said apologetically, continuously changing the pressure on her clit with his thumb. She moaned softly, wrapping her legs around his waist which made him laugh again while adjusting his position so he could keep rubbing her clit. “So needy,” he mumbled against her mouth, ignoring the angry nibble on his lip when he smiled into the kiss he pressed against her soft lips. 

“I’m not having sex with you again,” she groaned when he pulled away, a lazy grin on her face. 

“You’re too insatiable to follow through with that threat,” he teased, knowing it was the other way around. Her fingers made their way into his soft hair, tugging gently when he became serious about fucking her. He rolled his hips up against hers, wiggling until she gasped and whined, a sign that he’s grazing her cervix. “Cum for me, angel,” he whispered, gently rocking his hips, keeping his thrusts short and deep as she squeezed around his cock.

“Fuck… Dean,” she moaned, her body shaking lightly as her orgasm rolled through her, flourishing with pleasure as he came inside her. Warmth filled her womb, his cum deep inside her and nearly dripping out of her until he pushed himself back into her, a smirk on his lips when she playfully hit his back. 

“Hey, babe?” He asked, putting his weight in her safely, closing his eyes as her soft hands moved soothingly up and down his freckled back. She hummed softly, allowing him to continue his thought. “Can you make Baby like the TARDIS?” He asked suddenly, her hands stopped moving as she puckered her lips as she imagined the Impala as a TARDIS, confused about what he was asking.

“Bigger on the inside?” She asked, trying to imagine why he’d want the Impala to be bigger. She figured maybe he wanted more space for sex, or maybe he wanted to add to his arsenal which was unnecessary but she would let him have it if he wanted it that bad.

“No, I mean like..” he stopped, blushing at his request, maybe he’s being weird. 

“Like travelling through time and space?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, nuzzling into her neck. She patted his back and he lifted himself up with his brow quirked, wondering what she wanted. He hesitantly pulled out of her, thankful that she had powers as she made a random soft piece of cloth appear to clean herself with as soon as his soft cock left the warmth of her walls. She pretended to throw it outside but it disappeared midair, she was always so dramatic, it made a little smile tug at his lips. 

“Challenge accepted,” she grinned at him.

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[rafedaddy01]

“You up?”

That text is never good, especially when it comes from the biggest fuck boy this town knows.

I fumbled with my thoughts as I contemplated texting him back.

I blame my pussy for pressing the send button.

“Yes”

“I’m outside, open up”

My brows furrowed as I walked over to the window and pulled the curtain back. Yup. There he was. Leaning on his car and looking mighty sexy.

God. I’m so stupid. But also horny.

I ran downstairs and unlocked the front door that Rafe was now patiently waiting at.

“Hello” he smiled as he strided in.

“H-“ I started but was interrupted by his body pressing against mine, pushing me against the now closed door, his lips captured mine. He hummed as he pulled away.

“I missed you” he said kissing my neck “I miss your body” he said kissing lower. “These tits” he said cupping my breasts and squeezing, a breathy moan leaving my lips.

I hate myself for feeling this way about him.

He barely gave me time to think as he kissed me again, tapping my thigh in a gesture I knew all too well, I jumped and wrapped my bare thighs around his body, he carried me to the couch with one hand wrapped around my body and the other tangled in my hair, never breaking our kiss. Damn it was sexy.

He laid my body down on the couch and hovered over me.

My fingers pushed the jacket off his broad shoulders and came up to run through his messy hair.

“I need to be inside you right now.” He groaned as I tugged on the roots.

He pulled his shirt off and I did the same, leaving me bare on top and in a pair of pink thong panties.

“Fuck” he groaned as he examined my body, every curve and dip, lust blinding his vision.

“Your perfect” he praised as he nibbled on my neck, kissing lower till he popped a nipple in his mouth and sucked.

“Rafe” I moaned.

He let go and popped the other in his mouth, one hand traveling down to unzip his pants.

He pulled back and pushed his jeans down along with his boxers, stepping out of them and letting his cock spring free.

My mouth watered as I watched him come back to me, tracing his rough fingers down my chest and to my core, he slid my panties down and brushed his fingers over my swollen bud that was begging for attention.

A low moan leaving my mouth at the lack of contact.

“Good girl. Always so wet for me” he groaned as he gathered the slick and brought it to his mouth, his eyes rolling back as he sucked. “Tasty”

He spent no time sticking two fingers inside me and bringing an orgasm out.

“Now your ready for me” he said as he stood on his knees and I watched as he pumped his cock a few times and slowly lowered himself to me, pushing inside.

He growled as I practically sucked him in.

“So tight” he hissed as he bottomed out. He retracted his hips and slammed back in

I moaned and moaned as he rutted his hips into me at a brutally fast pace.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum Rafe” I warned as he rubbed my clit.

“Cum for me baby” he encouraged.

I let go with a loud moan vibrating my body, he continues thrusting as he roars his release deep inside me.

“Good girl” he praises and i absolutely melt.

I’m fucked.

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[thvalentin]

idk man its taexreader tho

— BLUE ROCKET; thv

genre: smut straightforward

pairing: rocker!tae & groupie!reader

warnings: idk. strap in.

note: i lost half of this and stopped cause it pissed me off so bad,, i posted already saying if yall like ill finish it,, but uhm. yea it was a heat of the moment thing lol.

—

taehyung's concert had just ended and you were waiting next to his dressing room... just to give him his guitar that he left at your apartment the night before simply cause he asked otherwise you would've kept it.

staring at your manicured nails you barely notice him marching towards you in his loud platform boots, leather jacket with nothing underneath and his way too tight skinny jeans, "you." he points his black polished finger at you causing you to point at yourself with wide eyes, "yea, you." he takes you by your collar and you almost drop the guitar case of the ground as he pulls you into the dressing room so rough you choke being close lined by your own shirt.

"i br-"

"shut up, take your clothes off." he growls disappears behind another door, you can hear things shuffle around, but you're stuck on his words. now you know taehyung... if you didn't do as he asked you'd have a very rough night, but even if you did he wouldn't be gentle. that's not taehyung. hes a rough lover, leaving you aching and bruised every time he touched you, but you felt so blessed when he did. you worship the ground he walks on, you would never say it out loud, but he's your sole reason for living. he's the air you breathe, the beating in your heart— you can't live without him. so you strip out of pure desire to please him. leaving only your cute little panties on. you sit on your knees and wait patiently so good so obedient just the way he likes you. you can hear him cursing stuff still being tossed around, he's obviously not had a goodnight and you need to make it better— your job clear to you now.

soon enough taehyung emerges his jacket gone, exposing his lean abdomen. he didn't have abs or anything like that, just his soft tummy with his happy trail that ran from his belly button to below the waistband of his pants— eying him as he comes towards you with a carnal desire swirling with his irritation in those dark, sinister eyes of his. his large palm conjoined to his slender long fingers caress the side of your face and you nuzzle into his touch, you can feel his heart thumping in his wrist such a soothing sensation it shoots through you, "you're going to be good for me hm?" he purrs in a low octave and you nod only to be met with a light smack to your cheek, "i need to hear you."

"yes sir," you whine, "yes, i'ill be good.." you repeat your eyes locked to his, a grin tugging on his lips as he pulls you up to meet them with yours. his hands holding at your waist— he's more greedy than usual like he's trying to eat you up, tugging and biting on your lip pushing your mouth open with his tongue forcing your jaw to slack. your eyes flutter shut, letting him consume you with his slick tongue... hands sliding down your back into your underwear to fondle your backside earning desperate moans from your swollen lips. his lips guiding their way down your jaw, sucking so hard you could feel the blood swell up before he pulls back with a pop— one of his hands, you don't know which one you're too consumed by pleasure, grab your jaw allowing him more access to the trunk of your neck before sinking his canines down earning a loud, choked scream from your dry throat, "fuck tae..." you cry your hands fidgeting restlessly at your side.

"you can touch me." he says his eyes traveling to yours as his mouth clasps around your taught nipple. its as if you've been given permission to touch god himself as your hands grab him wherever you could— pulling at his hair causing his teeth to graze against the tip of your nipple, your breath hitching as supple lips make their way back up to yours. you were already leaking with arousal soaking your panties, but when he towers over you the flood gates open, "what?" he smiles, he knows what, "you like it when i'm in your face?" he leans down his beautifully crafted face dangerously close,

"yes sir.." you whisper just before he takes your lips again hoisting you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. you can feel his warmth pressed against you, skin to skin. you love this, you love the feeling that pools inside of you when he touches you no matter how rough he is and you love him— you breathe him in so deep. you need more, holding his face with both of your hands a mixture of his and your spit concoct and dribble pathetically down your chin. you pull back both of you breathing heavy as he places you down on the black leather couch. his eyes remnant of a snake as he dips between your legs, using his teeth to tug your soaked underwear over your knees and down your calves. moving himself back up with your panties dangling from his mouth like a wild animal with a carcass, he drops them directly on your lips— taking his pointer and middle finger stuffing them in your mouth with care to make sure you're as quiet as you can get.

making his way back down he plays with the petals of your womanhood, only to bring his fingers to his nose. you can't watch him anymore embarrassed by his primal desire for you, "so fucking good..." he breathes out against your pussy pushing his nose against your pearl tucking his tongue inside of you,

"taehyung oh my god..." your legs threaten to close, but he pushes them open, placing a firm slap against one. reminding you that this isn't about you right now.

[liam-neesons-best-girl]

Drunk {Qui-Gon Jinn x Reader}

Summary: Padawan! Qui-Gon comes home drunk and turns into a super subby boyfriend. All he wants is to be babied by his lovie.

Warnings: f! reader, titty loving, drunken Qui-Gon

Knock, knock, knock, came at your door at 3 a.m. You stumble out of bed to flick on your bedside lamp and pulled on your robe to answer the door.

You only crack the door open, unsure if the person on the other side was Ani with a nightmare, Yoda with an urgent message or Obi-Wan with a movie and snacks.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiii," it was Qui-Gon. Your 6'4'' boyfriend was slumped against the door frame to be at your level. He smelled of whiskey and looked like he had been through a wind tunnel on the way back with his shirt untucked and hair askew.

"C'mere Qui, are you okay honey," you say as you pull him into your room and help him balance his hulking frame.

"I missed you," he cooed. He struggled to get out of his clothes so he pleaded for your help with his eyes. His big doe eyes.

He was able to manage his jacket on his own, but you needed to help him with his buttoned shirt and the fly of his trousers. Once he is left in just his shorts he pulls you back to your bed and wants to cuddle.

"Wait, hun, you need some water," you saying pulling away from him to make sure he doesn't have a worse hangover than need be tomorrow. You bring the glass to his lips and slowly tip it so he can control his breathing and intake. He finishes the whole glass and shoots you a toothy grin.

"Good boy," you say caressing his cheek and twisting your body to place the glass on your nightstand when you feel two, warm hands encase around your waist.

You twist back and lay down, inviting him to rest on your chest. He gladly obliges by smushing his face to your tits.

"So squishy, and they fit in my hands," he babbled in a fit of giggles as his glossy eyes devoured your cleavage. You can feel his semi growing on your thigh.

He starts attacking you with sloppy, wet kisses. "I'm so lucky to have you. Unngngh, could I suck you titties, please. I need you," he begged as he rutted against you.

"okay, baby, take all that you need," you whisper to him as he pulls at your deepest desires, feeling the pleasure course through your core.

In passionate moments like this Qui-Gon's stamina usually prevails, but in his partially-drunken state he could sense he was going to cum quickly.

"Can I cum, please, you're making me feel so good," he pants out. You could never say no to your sweet baby boy.

"Yes, be good for me, handsome, let me see how much you can make for me," you said, making him confident and sending him right over the edge.

He groans as his cum spurts out in thick, white streams, ruining his shorts and giving him instant releief.

"You did so well, Qui, hmmm," you say rubbing his head as he comes down from his high. He steady his breathing and peals off his shorts to properly cuddle you.

He becomes dead weight as he uses your breasts as pillows and buries his hands between your thighs for warmth. He would be asleep until noon, but for now, you bask in the feeling of nurturing your drunken boyfriend.

[lumiolivier]

A Different Kind of Gun Show

Day 22 of 31 of Kinktober

Prompt: Exhibitionism

Word Count: 552

Mello needs to blow off a little steam. Matt needs to blow Mello.

“Alright, we got ten minutes,” Mello already had his jacket off, “You got everything ready?”

“Yep,” Matt nodded, not even thinking twice about it, “This feels kind of naughty, Mels.”

“That’s the point, dumbass,” Mello threw his jacket on the couch in his office, “And you’re sure all the crates are set up?”

“Of course, they are,” Matt promised, “Mello, sweetheart, you think I’m just going to fuck you raw on cement?  Of course not.  Come on.  Give me some credit.  I’m a little more of a gentleman than that.”

“Because,” Mello jumped up and latched his ankles in Matt’s lower back, “Nothing says love like you fucking me in the warehouse?”

“That feels like code for something,” Matt started kissing up Mello’s neck, “Look, baby.  I gave the guys some busywork.�� The earliest any of them can be back here is the next ten minutes.  If you’re wanting to do this, we need to do this now.”

“I love you, Matt.” Mello could already feel himself getting rock solid in his tight leather pants.  And he so desperately wanted Matt to undo them at his earliest convenience.

“I love you, too,” Matt brought Mello out to the open warehouse and laid him on top of a big cluster of wooden crates, each one filled with hay and heavy artillery.  He undid the buttons on Mello’s pants and noticed his arousal, “Well, well.  Look at you, so ready for me.”

“We don’t have time for you to raw dog me, Matt,” Mello growled, his body twitching, “Let me fuck your face.”

“You make me sound like a cheap and dirty whore,” Matt awed, “Do it some more.”

“Shut the fuck up and blow me!”

“Yes, sir,” Matt wrapped his mouth around Mello’s dick, just the way he asked.  Inch by inch, Matt took more and more.  And Mello’s hips started bucking into his face.  Only to have Matt pull him out, “So eager, Mello.  You have to make a choice.  You’re either going to let me suck your dick or you’re going to fuck my face.  You can’t have both.”

“Just suck me off, Matt!” Mello begged, “Please!”

“Then,” Matt put his fingers up to Mello’s lips, “Stay.  Still.”

Mello didn’t like it, but he knew what he had to do.  He held himself together, loving nothing more than the combined warmth of Matt’s mouth and the rush of knowing anyone could walk in on them at any second.  It got to him like nothing ever could.  Harder and harder, Matt kept sucking on Mello like a straw.  And he could hardly contain himself anymore.  Mello let out a little moan, letting the echo reverberate in his ears.  And Matt’s hands started to knead into Mello’s thighs.  His special way of praise.  And he loved it even more.

But then…The footsteps joined in with Mello’s moans, “Shit.  Matt…”

“Mmm?” Matt kept going.

“I…” Mello let out a hard moan, grabbing the back of Matt’s shirt for stability as he filled Matt’s mouth. 

And Matt took one good, hard swallow, “Good boy, Mello.  You feel better?”

“Yeah,” Mello could hardly stand, but he had to get his pants up before someone came in.

“Uh…Boss?” one of the guys walked in, “Did I interrupt some-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET BACK TO WORK!”

[wannabevampire]

Fun idea: Druig LOVES eating pussy and gets messy as hell with it. He’ll eat her out through her panties and tease the fuck out of her, then he takes them off and literally eats her out until she’s crying from overstimulation before he fucks her

That’s my angel.

oh 100%

that man takes his time. end of discussion.

totally went off topic! my bad <3

druig x fem!reader

dom!druig (hard dom but he has his moments <3)

sub!reader (bratty-ish)

warnings: degradation & humiliation (i am mean it’s me so that’s a given at this point..but this one is particularly degradation heavy!), orgasm delay + overstimulation, spit kink, crying (in a good way!), dacryphilia, spanking, use of restraints, pet names (mainly angel, puppy is also used!), mind control 😵‍💫, uhhh boot riding? idk how to tag that, dumbification! might be forgetting something?? idk

reblogs are very much appreciated!! :D

sorry if this sucks 🤧 i’m feeling a little off? hopefully it’s okay!!

18+ MDNI!!!!!!! no minors. fuck off plz <3

Druig. Druig. Druig pay attention to me please. Hey Druig please-

You thought over and over and over again. Knowing that he was reading your mind. He always did when you were being a brat (or as he sometimes liked to call it ‘a pain in the ass’). So he could monitor you behavior without having to give you the attention you so desperately craved, but had yet to deserve.

You'd been begging to get fucked dumb the entire day. Distracting him while he's working, being a total brat, and constantly teasing him.

But he refused to give in. No matter how turned on he was or how badly he wanted to put you in your fucking place, he was going to make you wait for it.

He finished up his work and stretched before heading to the bedroom you both shared. You were sitting there waiting for him. Your feet tucked under you and your hands resting gracefully in your lap. Looking like gods blue print for a innocent, obedient, submissive, little angle.

You smiled sweetly at him and cocked your head to the side playfully. Flashing him your puppy dog eyes, as if daring him to treat you like anything other than a good girl.

He looked you up and down before nodding approvingly and walking over to the closet. You watched confusedly as he simply went about business as though everything was normal.

He discarded his jacket, hanging it up before shutting the door and turning to face you again.

The look in his eyes was intense, almost angry.

He continued starring at you as he unbuttons the cuffs of his dress shirt and rolled them up so the fabric bunched around his forearms. He undid a few buttons at the top of his chest, allowing him a bit more freedom. He relished in the sensation and stretched his neck. Letting out a groan of satisfaction.

The noises he was making mixed with the fact that you'd been turned on all day was driving you absolutely wild. You yearned to reach out, grab him, and kiss until the two of you had no choice to fall apart. To liter his neck with kisses and bite marks. You wanted to tug on his hair so he would make those wonderful little gasps that set your heart on fire.

You shifted from your spot, flipping your legs around so they dangled from the side of the bed, preparing yourself to stand and face him.

"I'm sorry who the fuck told you you were allowed to move?"

Druig snapped at you, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"W-what?" You stammered, extremely confused.

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. His harsh words and cruel behavior had you causing you to feel ashamed…and extremely turned on.

Tears threatening to fall and thighs rubbing together expectantly.

"God you really are stupid? Need me to spell it out for you baby?"

A grin beginning to tug at his upper lip. He began to undo his belt, and you waited patiently. Knowing that you were certainly about to be fucked until you forgot what language you were suppose to be speaking and the only words you could remember were "yes sir" and "Druig".

But instead on throwing his belt on the back of his desk chair like he always did. He folded it in half and stalked closer to you. His foot steps echoing loudly across the room. You hadn't realized how silent everything had been until the only things left to be heard was the rhythmic fall of Druig’s boots hitting the floor, the steady increase of your breath, and the whimpers that fell for your lips and flooded the air, filling him with excitement.

“You spent the entire day whoring yourself out. Acting like a brain dead slut, which you are by the way and I’m glad to see you’re embracing it, And now you want to pretend like you’re innocent? Angel, don’t you want to finish what you started?”

You stared at him, your eyes wide as you tried to gather your thoughts enough to muster a semi-decent reply.

He tilted his head mockingly, the look in his eyes was intense and his demeanor became darker.

“God, look at yourself. I have yet to lay a finger on you and you’re already ruined. You’re so fucking pathetic, I love it.”

Druig said, his voice had dropped a few octaves but it was clear it wasn’t a conscious decision. You just did that to him. You brought out parts of him he hadn’t even know existed.

His head was swimming with thoughts of you. His mind focused on one thing and one thing only, ruining you.

You’re brain felt fuzzy. All you could focus on was him. The sound of his voice, his intoxicating presence, you were drunk off him. Completely enamored, utterly in love with, and incredibly turned on.

All for Druig.

He made you dizzy with lust. You cocked your head to the side, mirroring him. Your current headspace leaving you slightly confused as to what he wanted you to do.

He laughed at this. He loved the way you always tried to please him, no matter what. Trying desperately to obey him even when you had no idea what he was asking for.

“Would you look at that? So obedient for me, aren’t you?”

He sighed happily as you nodded quickly, your eyes looked hazy and slightly tearful.

“You just don’t know what to do with yourself. Do you? Need me to do everything for ya huh puppy. Not a single thought in that dumb little brain of yours.”

You were itching to reach out and touch him. Images of you clinging onto him as you rut yourself against him. His thigh, his abs, his bicep, his boot- the image changed. But one thing remained the same in every frame.

You were desperate for him, and he was making you work for it.

You saw Druig’s smile and immediately realized he was reading your thoughts. Skimming through your memories as if they were the morning paper.

Well, At least now he knows what you want and he can give it to you! You thought.

“Oh puppy you really have learned nothing. You think I’m gonna go easy on you? Think I’m gonna give in and hand you everything you want on a silver platter?”

His laughter was almost cruel.

“Angel, I’m going to ruin you. Just like you’ve been begging me to. And when you get to that point where you’re crying and shaking and telling me it’s too much, I want you to remember that you’re the one who asked for this. So sit there, be good for me, and remember your fucking place.”

He walked toward you slowly as he said this. Sizing you up and playing mindlessly with the belt in his hands. Trying to decide if he should cuff you, spank you, or both.

A whimper escaped your lips as his eyes glowed gold and suddenly your minds-eye was filled with various scenarios of yourself and Druig.

…

You were tied to the bed, your wrists bound and fastened securely to the headboard. Held together with his belt, which was wrapped tightly enough to remind you of your place but not so much that it was painful. Besides your arms the rest of your body wasn’t confined in any way. Though you were naked and vulnerable especially, in the presence of Druig who was still fully clothed (minus his jack and belt).

He never liked to tie your legs down. Watching you squirm and twist around as he overstimulated you to the point of tears was one of his favorite parts. He liked knowing he could hold you down with nothing more than a few words and his own strength. No need for ropes or mind control.

However, he did like keeping your hands cuffed. It kept you from moving around too much, and reminded you that he was in charge. Plus you looked adorable crying and begging for him, knowing that you’d never be able to ‘escape’ on your own. And the feeling that accompanied observing the way you practically flew to him the second he released you was like no other.

The way you’d cling to him, whimpering and grasping onto any part of him that you could. Memorizing the feeling of his skin. Running your hands through his hair. Burying your face in the crook of his neck as you whimpered, your tears staining his shirt. As he held you and kissed every part of you until you laughed and pulled him up crashing your lips together. He could taste the salt of your tears and you could still taste yourself on his lips.

…

You gasped and blinked rapidly as you were thrown back into reality.

He was closer now, his eyes still shimmering slightly with gold.

You shifted nervously under his gaze. Your skin rubbing against the cold wood beneath you. Wait, wood? How did you need up here?

You were on the floor, looking rather disheveled and pathetic. Your eyes were filled with tears that had yet to fall, and your thighs were covered in your own arousal (which was now dripping onto the floor beneath you, an act that Druig would have a little too much fun with when discovered).

You stared up at him. Confused, and desperate.

He was leaning against a small wooden desk, standing directly across from you. His legs were crossed nonchalantly, the heel of his boots digging into the floor as he rested the majority of his body weight back upon the little table. He was twisting the belt in his hands knowingly. With a raised eyebrow and a smile that never wavered he looked you in the eye and said:

“You liked that didn’t you? You want it right now angel?”

Your face screwed up in confusion, there was no way in hell he was going to make it this easy. But still, he stayed calm. Eerily calm. He had yet to break eye contact.

“Well? Speak up puppy. Use your big girl words and ask for what you want. Or are you too stupid to remember manners?”

He scoffed and tilted his chin upwards slightly. He looked (and felt) like your superior, he was.

Well here goes nothing!

“I want you to-”

He sighed loudly, cutting you off.

“Wrong! I know I say this a lot but jesus, you really are just my little fuck toy. Nothing else. It’s all you’re good for really. Can’t even beg properly. You know what happens when you don’t listen to me angel. Wanna see another scenario? You might not like this one that much, but I’m gonna fucking love it. Ya never no though, you always have been my little whore.”

“No wait! Please just touch me, or…or fuck me! Please Druig! Sir I need you-”

“Bit too late for that, aye princess?”

“Dru-” But you were cut off.

His eyes flashed gold again and suddenly you were transported into to another scenario.

…

The smooth texture of the wooden desk felt cool and grounding against your face. The feeling of leather snapped against your skin, leaving marks in its wake. You were bent over his desk, the papers around you mixed together haphazardly and threatening to the slip off the side and on to the floor below you.

You gasped and whimpered as he spanked you with his belt. Hard enough to leave bruises. Pain so sweet it was pleasurable.

You could feel the stinging pain as he brought his hand down again. You could taste the salt of your tears that had run down your cheeks and onto your lips. You could hear his voice and the words it carried, a wonderful mixture of praise and humiliation.

“20.”

Druig said as he brought the leather belt down one last time. Leaving you shaking with relief, though a twisted part of you still craved more.

He could sense this, your mind always was so easy for him to read. Especially when you were in this type of headspace. All floaty, without a thought in the world except him. Druig, your Druig. Your mind was practically inviting him to invade your subconscious.

Which was currently trying very hard to suppress the fact that you wanted more.

‘cute’ He thought to himself.

And brought his hand down one last time, though he did so quiet softly. Leaning over you, your body bent over the desk, he brought his face next to yours. And after gently brushing a strand of hair out of the way, whispered:

“You think so fucking loudly. I know what you want angel, I know you want more. But you’ve gotten enough of those for tonight pretty girl.”

Druig knew your limits, even the ones you tried to pretend didn’t apply to you. But he wasn’t done with you yet.

He pulled up up and twisted you around. You were sitting on the edge of his desk now, one of his legs slotted in between yours. He looked at you for a few moments, letting his gaze examine every inch of your skin. He smiled softly before kissing you passionately. You immediately deepened the kiss and after a few moment of calculated self control you threw caution to the wind and began grinding yourself against his thigh.

He pulled away and looked down at you. You were too far gone. Despite being disconnected from the kiss your hips continued to rut against his thigh. Chasing pleasure so close you could almost taste it. Tears fell down your cheeks and moans flooded the air. He cupped your face in his hand, stroking your cheek lovingly.

Then his eyes began to glow golden. And before you knew it you were pushed to the ground. Druig’s hand wrapped tightly around a portions of your hair as you stared up at him. Mouth opened wide obediently. You felt distantly aware of the fact that your hips had yet to stop moving despite not being on his thigh anymore. You were grinding against his boot, desperately praying for your orgasm to arrive soon.

You truly were a sight for sore eyes. Druig thought to himself as took you in.

Your eyes were blood shot, cheeks tear stained, lips red and swollen from bite marks and stolen kisses.

One hand was wrapped firmly around his thigh, grounding you as you rutted desperately against his boot. The other arm reached up, holding onto his hand tightly. A reminder that no matter how real the things he says i’m scenes like these sound, you’re always his beautiful perfect girl. And he wouldn’t trade you for anything in the entire universe.

Druig tugged your hair back, though his intense gaze was what caused you to halt your movements not the pain.

“I love you angel.” He whispered.

“I love you Druig.” You whispered back.

He stroked your cheek affectionately before moving his hand around and pushing his thumb past your lips. He raised an eyebrow expectantly and you opened your mouth wider.

He bent down and spit in your mouth. You swallowed it eagerly, causing him to smile widely.

“Atta girl.”

…

“So which ones it gonna be puppy?”

He smiles at your answer.

Letting his serious façade slip slightly in the process. Looking at you with pure adoration.

“Atta girl.”

He tilted his head down briefly and gave you a look that asked ‘are you okay? can we keep going?’.

You smiled and eagerly nodded. He winked at you and blew you a kiss. But just a soon as the glimpse of affection crossed his faces it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He slipped effortlessly back into an intense expression. His eyes darkening as he re-adjusted himself into his former position. His change in demeanor immediately caused you to squirm, you could practically feel the dominance rolling off him. And you became hyper aware of the belt. An observation which Druig quickly picked up on.

He let out a cold laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. You watched as he extended his right hand (the one not currently holding the belt menacingly) and beckoned your forward.

It took you a moment to register. Which annoyed Druig slightly and he demonstrated this by snapping his fingers and pointing at the floor in front of him. Ordering you to come closer.

You quickly scrambled in an attempt to stand up and walk towards him. An action that was met with a scoff of disapproval. Before you knew it Druig’s eyes were flowing gold again and you felt yourself stumble and fall back to the floor. You mindlessly situated yourself into the position you’d been in previously.

You let out a whine of confusion and desperation. The tears that had been gathering steadily on your bottom lashes taking this an open invitation to fall down your cheeks. Leaving you crying and whimpering.

You just wanted to be good for him.

He laughed again, earnestly this time, when he saw how fucked out and pathetic you looked. He had yet to lay a finger on you and yet you were dripping for him.

“You wanna try that again?”

Huh? Again?

Your confusion must have been evident as he simply raised an eye brow and gestured to the space in front of him.

Oh?

Oh.

He smiled, when he saw the look on your face. A clear indication to the fact that you did indeed understand what he was talking about.

“Good to see there are still a few brain cells left in that dumb little head of yours.”

He sighed happily and tilted his head, mock-lovingly.

“Now crawl.”

…

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Human. Pt 3.

Masterlist

Status: Complete.

Pairing: Castiel x gn! reader.

Other appearances; Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester 

Summary: After a long day, Castiel and the reader are back in the motel. Once the recently found wound had been fixed up, and healed in more ways than one, the new human is shown that he is truly safe.

Content/Warnings: fluff, descriptions of an injury, crying.

Other parts: one - two - three

A/N: ... I might have gotten carried away so this might just be a bit long... Also, I did read this over, but like any other post, be aware of spelling errors.

I hope you enjoy!

Tag list- @elizabeth-skywalker​ - @aliceblxck​ - @illusionesdecigs​

(Gif source)

The moment that you had got out of the car, Castiel had insisted that the bags and boxes needed to be carried were divided evenly between the both of you. And that meant that when the door of the motel room was offically closed, a chorus of sighs exhaled through the quiet air.

The piles of the new items were now sprawled across the surface when they were placed on the table, and even on top of the drawer set, once there was no more space.

The relief from the lack of weight caused yet another sigh to, immediately, pass through your lips as you made your way through the room.

You ended up by the bed, and turned around at the last second before letting your body just simply collapse. Your back sunk into the mattress while Castiel flicked on a light.

“Okay,” you whispered after staring at the ceiling for a moment, and pushed yourself upright until you were in a sitting position.

Your finger pointed towards the man once he was located, “You,” you announced, and patted the spot beside you on the bed as you looked at him. He complied.

While Castiel did as asked and sat on the mattress, you had moved to the bottom of the bed where that duffle bag was, and began digging through it before pulling out the small first aid kit you had packed...

Just in case.

You put the kit on the bed, and unzipped it to reveal the contents, “All right, Cas,” you began once you had the required equipment, “I need you to...” The sentence you had to say fully processed in your mind upon making eye contact. And you paused, causing him to furrow his eyebrows. “What?”

“Uh,” You cleared your throat, “I-- Do you wanna, maybe, change into a t-shirt... or something? I need you to-- I need to access your wound.”

“I can’t, uh... I can’t reach it because of your long sleeves.”

Castiel looked down at his clothes. “Oh.” He grabbed the hem of his shirt thinking for a second, “Yes, of course. Sorry.” And with that, he began to pull off his jacket, slowly taking an arm out of the wrinkled material.

Though, when he got to the other one, there was a sound that spilt through his lips when the limb moved in a certain way. A sound, that you then realised, he had been making, and tried to hide from you, the entire day.

A wince.

“Oh, Cas,” you whispered under your breath. But the moment of pity was cut short after your eyes focused back on his movements. The red hoodie had been discarded meaning that he was left in the blue dress shirt. 

He reached for the buttons.

Your eyes shifted within an instant, the air catching in your throat while you tried to focus on absolutely anything for a distraction... The only problem with that, however, was that you kind of needed to look at him to do your job. 

So, after taking in a deep breath, to replenish your lungs, and also do a silent prayer, your gaze went back to where it was before.

The shirt was now gone.

As soon as Castiel started to turn his head in your direction, waiting for the next command, you had wanted nothing more than to turn your own away. But you didn’t. You sucked everything up, and simply sat back down in your previous spot.

Finally, your attention settled on the injured arm that now was pretty much bare, surprisingly, apart from a dressing that covered the wound.

It may have been a rag, and it may have been almost completely soaked in blood. But at least he knew what to do.

“Nice job, Cas.” you complimented, and began unwinding the material. Trying to be as gentle as you possibly could, even if this was the least painful part of the process.

And as you did so, there were quite a few times when the tips of your fingers would end up brushing against Castiel’s skin, which in return made his back instinctively straighten. Almost every single time.

“All right,” you breathed once the tattered rag had come loose, and pulled it off, throwing it into a bin that sat in the corner.

The hours of anticipation, anxiousness, and constant waiting was over. The wound that your mind had been practically obsessing over was revealed. And it glared right back at you.

The skin surrounding the laceration, that wasn’t smudged with the fiery substance, was raised. Irritation and inflammation clear across the surface.

The centre of it all was a mix of dried and fresh blood, about a day or so old. Some of it had almost been absorbed into his skin, but the rest had just clung. “Jeez...”

“Well, you’re lucky it didn’t get infected.”

After taking a second to glance at Cas, letting another deep breath filter through your system, your hands officially made contact with the bare skin to test the severity.

You were careful, making sure that your fingertips only grazed over the areas beside the wound, that felt warm to the touch. “So,” you began, not wanting the silence to take back its place, “You really are human, huh?”

He didn’t respond for a moment.

You couldn’t tell if it was because he was just thinking, or because he didn’t like the question. But soon his head nodded, a slight huff of air sifting through his lips, “I guess so.”

“Wow...” you breathed out in disbelief, “I-- I knew what happened, you know, when angels lost their grace, but I didn’t... I never really thought about the effects. The aftermath.”

Castiel hummed in response, “Well... You’re not the only one.”

You leaned back for a moment, rubbing your fingers together, before you reached for the duffle bag again and this time, you pulled out a cloth.

With a mild grunt, you pushed yourself back off of the bed, and made your way towards the bathroom. Stopping at the sink.

You twisted the tap with the red circle, let the water run until it gave off a good amount of heat, soaked the cloth in it, and then turned it off again. The remaining drops splattered into the sink bowl as you wrung out the liquid trapped in the linen.

Castiel’s eyes were already aimed in your direction by the time you walked through the bathroom door again. He watched as you approached with the cloth, and continued as you sat down beside him. “Alright.”

“Take a deep breath for me,” you instructed, and after he did so, his back straightening up once again. The damp linen touched down.

The cleaning process first started around the edges of the wound. It definitely wasn’t the worst part, but every movement had your eyes flickering up to search his face for any trace of pain.

“What even happened anyway?” you questioned once your attention had fully fixated on the injury. “Did you steal something? Play a trick on a person who couldn’t take a joke?”

Castiel scoffed, “No,” His face twitched when the cloth hit a tender spot, “No, no, I... I guess I just trusted the wrong person.”

The comment broke your focus yet again as you looked back up to find his face, however, you found that he had turned his head away.

Now, Cas was just staring into the distance while he fiddled with his hands. An attempt to distract himself from both the stinging sensations and the attention.

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Trusting the wrong person ended with you getting attacked with a knife?” you questioned in a way that you hoped was jokey, and flipped over the cloth to use the other side.

Castiel sucked in a breath, sort of stretching his neck to the side when his brain fixated too much on the feelings on his arm. “That is always possible, isn’t it?”

“Isn’t there a saying... ‘Stranger danger’?”

You huffed a laugh, lightly shaking your head at the remark. And then Cas managed a full sigh. “But, uh... It wasn’t just that, it was... vanity.”

Once again, the amusement felt had been sucked right back. And when you went to look at him, this time, he eyes were directed at the floor. A form of reluctance shifting through his demeanour. 

Your brows furrowed again when he continued. “I thought I was more important, more effective than I am-- That I could... fix everything that happened.” He took in a deep breath, letting his eyes flicker about the room before starting to talk again.

“Now all I can do is keep running.”  

Earlier, you had commanded him to give you the details. All of your own worries and concerns had blinded you from his own. But in that moment, as you looked at him, it seemed that your mind hadn’t fully prepared itself to receive it.

The guilt, shame, regrets. All of which purely seeped through his words, and across his features. He looked drained. Again.

After looking at the man for another second, you placed the cloth to the side, beginning to rummage through your duffle bag, that you now brought to your side, to find a towel.

“This’ll probably still hurt.” you informed with a quieter voice, avoiding his eyes when you felt them being aimed in your direction.

It was like you could feel everything that he did.

Obviously, it wasn’t to the same extent. But every time you saw that look on his face, heard the way he spoke, it engrained itself into your mind. Affected you.

“You know,” You cleared your throat, thinking of a way to distract both him and yourself, “Besides the... altercation, and the injury,”

“I hope the human experience hasn’t been that bad.”

“I’m-” Castiel words became a grunt before he could finish his sentence. The towel had touched down on the wound, causing the air, that he had once let out, to suck right back.

“I’m adjusting.” he managed out once, slightly, more used to the patting sensation, “... Though I must admit, it is all still very new.” Cas held onto his hand with his other one, letting his fingers squeeze at his palm in hopes to gain concentration.

“The hunger. Cold. Tiredness.” he recounted, and sucked in another breath the moment the words stopped. “This... This feeling.” His head shook. “Being all alone.”

Your fingers stilled.

The gaze that was once fixated on his wound had raised to his face yet again, and you caught that deep look in his eyes that seemed to remain. No matter how hard you tried to shake it. “You feel alone?”

Castiel blinked for a second as though he had been caught in his mind, and turned to meet your concerned expression.

“Oh, not now,” He insisted, looking into your eyes long enough to prove his sincerity. And then he turned away, staring into the distance with a quiet sigh. “Not exactly, but... The past few days, I have truly felt it.”

There it was. That guilt. An emotion so powerful that it would sink right down to the bottom of your stomach within a heartbeat. And as you looked at Cas, it felt faster than ever.

Loneliness is something that can devour a person before they even notice. It’s a thing that follows you regardless of where you go; it digs deep into your skin, into your soul.

And it’s a feeling that no one deserves to feel.

Especially Castiel.

You left your eyes on him for a few more seconds, an exhalation of air leaving through your nose, before you began searching through the first-aid kit.

“You know,” you finally spoke, and picked up a roll of bandages and a dressing pad, before turning back to your previous position while taking them out of their packaging, “Whenever I had a minute to spare... I would spend it looking for clues on your whereabouts. Try to piece them together.”

“It turned out to be a lot more difficult than I thought, to be honest,” you added on, mildly shaking your head at the memory, “I mean, you just... You would just disappear.”

“I searched through the town’s closest to where you made that phone call, you know?” You glanced at him, trying to see if he remembered, before focusing on the bandage, “I kept asking people if they had seen a man in a... Columbo looking trench coat.”

When there was a good amount of the bandage unravelled, you were quick to begin the final stage of cleaning a wound. “Though, I guess that plan kind of fell through when you got those new clothes, huh?”

You placed the pad on the laceration as lightly as you could, and used your other hand to drape the covering over it.

“It wasn’t my intention to worry you.”  

Your eyebrows furrowed, “You didn’t do anything, Cas. It’s fine.” you pointed out almost lazily, due to being caught up in moving the bandage. Castiel lifted his elbow so that you could circle the strip around his arm.

“I’m sorry.”

However, that focus seemed to shift pretty quickly.

Your movements slowed within seconds. Finally catching onto the tone of his voice, which meant that now, your gaze landed back on his face.

And he was looking right back at you.

You blinked for a moment, “What... What-- Cas, no.” Your head shook as you leaned back a little, still holding onto the bandage so that it didn’t undo your progress, “Listen to me, all right? I-- I’m that one that should be sorry.”

Castiel sort of copied your movement. His brows were now the ones to furrow as he looked at you in pure confusion, “But you didn’t do anything wrong.” he stated like it was the simplest thing ever.

“Cas, the reason you were out here so long, in the first place, was... It was basically because of me.” you insisted as an audible reminder, but the only thing it did was make Castiel shake his head, especially when you continued.

“I mean, I got so absorbed in the stuff with Sam that I-- Cas, I didn’t even realise that you were in danger until we got back to the bunker.” Your eyes were narrowed as you looked back at him, disbelief pulsing through your body at his continuous dismissals.

“Even after your call.” you added on. Another attempt to make him see what you did... But he didn’t.  “Which is understandable.” He shrugged his bare shoulders, the words from his lips flowing with such softness that had you leaning back a little.

“No, man, come on,”

It was almost as if you were irritated at this point. The confusion, doubt, disbelief, seemed to merge together through your blood stream. The answer, as to why it was doing so, however, was a little unclear.

It wasn’t like you wanted him to tell you off, get mad, or shout. He just needed to stop forgiving so easily. So simply.

He had previously talked about trust; how he ends up putting it onto the wrong person. However, when it came to you, he would forget about it. Had this idea in his mind where you could do no wrong.

“I don’t think I need to remind you of what you went through, but-- As a person in my life, as a... friend, there is an obligation, for me, to help when needed.” you started again.

Castiel had shaken his head yet again, “You had more important things--”

“Cas, listen to me.” Your words were sharp. The speed that they cut through their air caused the mans mouth to hang open for a second, his sentence just holding onto his tongue.

You looked back and forth between his eyes, a feeling of guilt pulsing through your chest at the expression on his face.

And then you took in a deep breath, now attempting to avoid his heavy gaze by beginning to weave the other end of the material around the injured limb. “Look,”

“What I’m trying to say is that... I’m sorry that I wasn’t there when this happened-- When this first started.” you confessed through the most sincere voice that you could muster, “I am sorry that I wasn’t there to help you the moment that you needed it, and I am so... so sorry that you had to go through what you did, alone.”

You began at one end of the bandage, pulling at it for further tightness before tucking the material under the previous layers. The same being done on the other side.

Your fingers now pressed against it while you turned to grab the medical tape. You got an end loose and tugged at the strip, beginning to fully secure the dressing.

“Cas, just... You don’t have to apologise for worrying me, all right?” you insisted in an attempt to break the weighted silence, and let out a sigh only moments later, “Especially when it was the thing that made me find you.”

The last bit of tape was stuck to the edge of the dressing. Your fingers lightly pressed along the strips, making sure that it was actually doing its job.

And then your hands pulled away.

“There,” you breathed out, letting your eyes scan across your work for any faults; things you needed to fix. But there was none.

“All done.”

Within the next second, the various items, that had been used throughout the process of cleaning Castiel’s wound, were rounded up into your arms. The single use ones were then thrown into the bin, and next you found yourself in the bathroom.

“You know, the scratches on your cheek seem to be healing just fine on their own,” you began, throwing the damp cloth into the sink before moving to put the towel over the rack on the wall.

“I don’t think I need to put anything on it,” You went back through the door, “But, I’ll make sure to...”

The words you were going to speak had faded the moment you had found Castiel through the dark room. Your body had halted once again; taking time to process what was being seen.

In your position, there was a ray of light that hit his eyes in a certain way. It was completely unintentional, and a thing that you had almost missed, but it allowed you to see the substance that shimmered across his waterline.

Tears.

Your sudden silence caused Cas to realise that you had noticed that particular fact, so he turned his head to the side. Sniffing as he did so.

It was a movement he had always seen other people do since his first time on earth.

When people were sad; upset by something or crying, they would try so hard to hide it. They would call it weak, as if what they were experiencing wasn’t something that humans were supposed to feel.

Though, in this moment, that wasn’t just the reason that he did the same, no. In this instance, it was also because he thought that he didn’t deserve the consolation that would come after. The comfort.

Your feet were moving before your mind, and you found yourself retaking your place, by his side, on the bed. “Cas.”

Your voice was barely above a whisper, the concern flooding through everything that it could. And this time, when your hands moved to touch his warm skin, there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation.

You reached over to the other side of his face. Castiel had wiped away a loose tear by the time your fingertips had made contact with the lower part of his jaw. An attempt to avoid the scratches carved into the flesh of his cheek.

Finally, once you had pulled his head to turn in your direction, your eyes were met with the oceans that begged to spill. Your eyebrows instantly pinched together.

The utter pain was the most evident it had ever been, despite how hard he tried to resist it. And it was a sight that hit you directly in the heart.

Your other hand raised to his opposite cheek, and you just held him there while you mustered up the most sincere look, that you could, across your features, “You aren’t alone, Castiel.”

“Not anymore.”

The words rung through the silent room. Echoed through Castiel’s ears over and over again.

He tried to stifle his reaction to them, even trying to nod his head, that was in your hands, in an attempt to dismiss the pure feeling that surged through his body. But the longer he looked into your eyes, felt the genuineness, the more his lips wobbled. 

And soon, the dam wall had cracked.

A sob had spilled into the quiet air.

Castiel’s body had began to hunch over, leading you to loosen your hands, and his head landed on your shoulder. His arms encasing your waist with a certain quickness; Desperation.

A craving for physical contact.

The movement was so quick that you almost didn’t know what to do at first, but eventually you found your own arms looping over his.

Your hands gently rubbed circles across his bare back, “It’s okay. It’s all right, Cas.” You would repeat after a set amount of seconds had passed, trying to console him in any way that you could.

His body was practically sagging in your hold. He was exhausted, the past few days seeming to weigh on him all at once, and the sobs that wracked through him weren’t exactly helping. He needed to relax.

You sat there for a few minutes. Just clinging onto Cas while you flicked through the countless thoughts in your mind, trying to think of anything that would soothe his burdening mind. Or at least act as a distraction.

What would people do, or use to make themselves feel better, that was right here in this motel room? What was something that would equally use up Castiel’s focus, and bring him enjoyment at the same time?

That was when you remembered a certain electronic packed away in your bag.

“Hey, Cas,” you started quietly, feeling his arms tighten, just slightly, around your waist, “You know, sometimes, when people need to take their mind off of things, they like to watch stuff.”

“How would you feel about doing that, hmm?”

Your hand continued to rub across the skin of his back, that was surprisingly smooth. By now the cries, that previously rocked both his body and your own, had reduced to sharp breaths that would suck through either his nose or his mouth.

For the most part, it seemed like he was beginning to calm down.

“We can sit right here on this bed, eat a bunch of snacks that we’ll probably regret tomorrow, and watch whatever you want-- I mean, there are a lot of cool movies you haven’t seen yet, right?” You lightly shrugged the shoulder that his head lay on to make sure that he was in fact listening.

“I think it would also help with understanding Dean’s references.”

At that, Castiel huffed air through his nose, and slightly ducked down until his forehead was against your collarbone, “That would-- That would be helpful.” he mumbled after a moment.

Your eyebrows raised, “Yeah?” you questioned, wanting to hear that voice of his again. However, this time he only hummed as a response.

“All right then,” Your fingers began to graze up across his bare skin until they landed on the sides of his head. You gently pushed at it, waiting for his face to be seen before your hands took back their place on his jaw.

“Take a deep breath for me.” you insisted when his eyes had focused on your own, and after looking back and forth between them, he did exactly that. Letting his shoulders sink when the air exhaled out of his lips.

The tips of your fingers wiped at the water trails that clung to the rough surface, and you smiled lightly before taking your hands away.

In utter reluctance, you untangled yourself from the man’s body so that you could move to stand up instead. And once on your feet, your journey to the table had begun, a sniffing Castiel watching your every move while he wiped at the stuff under his nose.

“What are you doing?” he asked when the rustling of plastic bags suddenly echoed through the room, but instead of responding, a disgruntled sigh passed through your lips.

Prompting yet another question from the man. “What’s wrong?”

Your head shook lightly as you took a step back from the various items, raising your hands to rest on your hips, “We don’t have the snacks.”

Castiel furrowed his eyebrows. “But... Didn’t we get some earlier?” You waved your hand in his direction. “Yeah, but those are generic, everyday snacks,” you explained, and moved to the chair your jacket was on before grabbing it. “When you are watching a movie, Cas,”

“You need the best kind.”

The sleeves slid across your arms, one after the other, until they had fully fitted to your shoulders. Castiel’s eyes widened, only a little, as he watched.

“What are you doing?” he questioned again, this time with a little more urgency that you were too caught up, with digging through your pockets, to notice, “There’s a shop downstairs,” you responded almost nonchalantly while continuing your search for loose coins.

And by the time about half a handful of change was located, you had made your way to the door, your fingers meeting with the cool metal of the handle, “Okay, I’ll be like ten minutes--”

“Wait.”

Your body had twisted back round almost immediately, looking back where the man previously sat. Though, when your eyes arrived, you found that he was now stood up.

You sort of stared at him for a moment, your hand still on the handle, as you tried to understand the problem; what you had done wrong.

There was this sort of desperation that displayed itself across any feature Castiel had. Something that was only amplified by his hand that looked as if it was attempting to reach out, but he moved it back towards him by the time your eyes found it.

It hit you in an instant.

Castiel, a person that had been cast out by his own brothers and sisters, had been deprived of any comfort for days on end. He had gone through absolute shit, time after time.

Then you suddenly appeared.

You took him in, took care of him, bought stuff for his benefit, consoled him more than anyone has in his entire life...

And here you were, trying to leave.

The man in front of you looked ashamed the longer your eyes analysed him. So, instead of reacting to the accidental outburst, you simply took in a deep breath, letting go of the handle.

“Do you know how to use a shower?”

The random question was so out of place that Castiel, at least for the time being, had forgotten about his heart that beat rapidly in his chest. He tilted his head a smidge, like he usually did, his eyebrows furrowing once again.

“No,” he sniffled, “No, I... never had the chance.” His eyes then narrowed as you moved further away from the door. “Why?”

“Tell you what,” you began instead, “I’ll teach you how to do it.” Your hands raised back to your hips. Castiel’s confusion remained across his face.

“You can go in, do your thing, change into... at least something-- And by the time you’re done. I’ll be right back here.”

His gaze slightly lowered as he contemplated your suggestion. It wasn’t something he had to do much thinking about, due to the fact that he knew you very well and what it meant when you said such a thing.

So, by the time you had parted your lips, saying yet another thing to persuade him in the most unmalicious way. “Like I said, it will take ten minutes-- Fifteen at most.”

He had made up his mind.

His chin slightly lifted as he looked at you, a breath of air filtering through his nostrils while you watched with raised eyebrows; intrigued. And then finally. Castiel nodded his head, almost timidly. “Okay.”

A smile tugged at your lips, but you didn’t want to make him embarrassed. So within the next second, you tilted your head in the direction of the bathroom and began to walk towards it, gesturing the man to follow.

“Come on, then.”

~

Finally, the shop, and hopefully the last, had been complete. This time, only one bag left the store with you as you walked back through the entrance.

The fresh, night air engulfed your body in an instant once outside, urging you to take a chance to properly breathe it into your lungs.

By now, the last remnants of the sun had officially disappeared from the sky. Which meant that a fully rich, dark blue blanket took its place, consuming almost everything that lay beneath it.

You walked round the corner of the building, a bundle of emotions rolling within your stomach, that only got more intense, as the door to your motel room came into view.

At this point, you were stood at the bottom of the staircase. Your feet stilled, your shoulders raising and lowering as you attempted to compose yourself. The hand that held the bag sort of flexed, balling into a fist, which lead the handle to dig into the creases of your fingers.

And then you raised your leg, the grip of your shoe so close to landing on the metal step--

Something in your pocket vibrated. And then again... and again.

With a sigh, you planted the lifted foot back onto level ground, stepping back from the staircase to let someone else go up instead.

Your free hand dug into the pocket of your trousers, and only pulled back out once the device had been located. And when the phone was properly held, one of your fingers pressed the button on the side of it.

The screen lit up, your eyes finding the plethora of messages that littered across your home screen; stuff from both Sam and Dean.

“Uh oh.”

They weren’t exactly frantic, but as you scrolled, it had gone from check up texts to about 3-4 missed calls each. It had been so long since you were last in the bunker.

Before you could continue that train of thought, the phone that had almost faded from your attention abruptly rang through the silence and echoed throughout the complex. “Jesus Christ!”

Dean’s name and the response options pulsated across the screen while you recovered from a near heart attack.

You tapped the green button, lifting the phone to your ear while you moved against the wall beside the stairs. You cleared your throat, “Dean?”

“Y/n, hey! Why the hell haven’t you been answering me?” His voice sounded exactly as you had expected: urgent and full of worry. “I’ve been messaging you for hours, and so has Sam-- You just went ghost mode.”

“Yeah, yeah...” you began in acknowledgement, rubbing at your forehead in embarrassment with the hand that held the bag, “Look, sorry man, I’ve, uh... been a little occupied... Okay-- I genuinely did forget.”

Dean sighed. And although you couldn’t see it, you just knew that he was shaking his head, “Did you find Cas at least?”

“I did... I did, yeah. He’s up in our motel room, but I’m, uh, I’m outside right now,” You looked at the bag, rustling it slightly, “Just picked up some extra stuff.”

“So... you’re staying the night then?”

The reminder of the conversation in the kitchen had you mentally cursing yourself. You leaned further into the wall, “Yes... Yes, I am.”

The line went silent for a hot minute, and you squeezed your eyes shut, now annoyed at yourself for not only losing track of time, but also for not texting the boys, that get very antsy when you don’t.

Surely, you knew this by now.

“How’s uh... How are things with Sam?” you questioned in an attempt to change the subject. And it seemed to work as a clear of a throat pierced through the speakers of your phone, “Uh, it’s working... ish.”

“Definitely, gonna give me whiplash soon, but, uh...” Dean huffed out air in a way that had your eyebrows furrowing, “Look, Y/n, I... Ezekiel confirmed that there are angels trying to find Cas.”

“You’re kidding.” Your hand, with the phone in it, raised so that the back of it could rest against your forehead, that was getting warm to the touch despite the cold air.

“Man, I wish I was, I really do. But there is this group-- This faction, in his words, and... Y/n, it’s growing.” Dean explained slowly, hesitance evident in his voice. Your head sunk backwards until it hit the wall.

“They want Cas found.”

The phone was brought back to your ear, yet another sigh passing through the quiet air, “Do we know who they are? Is it Naomi?”

“No, I asked... Ezekiel said that he has never heard her name.”

“Oh, come on, man.”

Of course, you already knew that this was going to happen; throwing everyone out of heaven wasn’t exactly something that could be moved on from quite easily. I mean, it was Metatron’s doing, as Castiel had merely been tricked.

But they didn’t seem to see it that way.

“How’s he doing.” Dean’s voice rang back through your ears, more lightly; thoughtful.

“Uh... I mean, he’s-- he’s human, that’s for sure.” you confirmed, a breathy laugh following after as your body sunk back further, “I watched him practically stuff an entire sandwich in his mouth today, it was...” Your eyebrows furrowed slightly, “Honestly, it was impressive.”

“Seriously,” Dean snorted, “Man, I wish I got to see that.” he added on, though it had your head shaking within seconds. “No, I promise-- You do not.” And now the two of you had broken into laughs.

There was an image so clear in your mind; Castiel sat in his chair, stuffing that sandwich into his mouth. He had just pulled it away, taking a moment to actually chew, but it revealed this line of peanut butter and jelly that surrounded his mouth. Almost as if it was purposeful.

Despite everything that had happened to him, in that moment, there was contentment. Happiness. And after thinking about how close that feeling was to being taken away, the amusement had died.

“Dean,” you called through the phone, though by the time he answered, you hadn’t a clue as to what you were going to say. “I...”

Your eyes stared straight ahead, zoning into the treeline that was pure darkness, “I’m scared.”

“Y/n.”

“I mean, he’s- Dean, he’s not an angel anymore, you know? He’s still adjusting, and... if we run into them-- If he gets hurt by one of those blades--”

“Y/n, stop it-- Just stop, okay? We are doing the best that we can in our positions, so just...” Dean let out another sigh, his sudden outburst clearing your thoughts for at least a second. “Listen. Ezekiel tuned into angel radio today.”

“That means that they are still looking-- But more importantly, it means that you still have time... Okay?”

All of this felt so stupid.

This entire idea was yours, and truthfully, you didn’t regret it. But the way that you planned it, the way that things played out, meant that you would be doing it all alone; having to protect an angel from his own kind.

You had no clue where to start.

“... Okay.” You had finally responded, though the acceptance wasn’t truly there. Dean’s voice softened the next time he spoke, “Y/n, I assure you that being there tonight, with Cas, is enough for now.”

“We can meet up at some point, but Ezekiel... He says that he’s in danger around Cas, you know, In case the angels find him too-- I’m not really sure what that means, but...” He took in a breath, inhaling back all the air he had lost while speaking. “Either way, you just... We’re gonna to have to wait a bit before--”

“Dean?”

You could recognise that voice anywhere.

“Is that Y/n?”

“Oh, no... No,” Dean spoke slowly, and pulled the device away from his ear. A sort of rustling then crackled through your speakers, which you could only assume was from him covering his own. “It’s uh...” he continued, dragging out the sound while he tried to think of something.

“It’s one of the guys checking in from the-- the case, yeah, uh... Apparently forgot to do it earlier.”

There were shuffling sounds; materials grinding under shoes. And then Sam cleared his throat. “Oh... okay.”

Dean moved the phone back to its original place, his body, probably, turned away from his brother at his point, “Hey, yes, sorry about that-- I’m glad we could help.” he insisted, and you huffed a laugh, though you still felt bad about Sam.

“Well, good night, Dean... I’ll text Sam tomorrow, so don’t worry about lying after this.” Dean simply sniffed, “All right, thank you.” still playing into his lie.

“Talk to you later then,” You readjusted the bag in your grasp, readying yourself as your gaze landed back on the door to your room, “And take care of yourself, please.”

“Yeah... Yeah, you too. Have a-- Have a good night.”

And with that.

You hung up.

~

Somehow, the door closing behind you was one of the most comforting sounds you had heard all week, “Hey,”

“I’m back,” you called, turning on your feet and peering into the bag of goodies as you listed them off, “Got the snacks, some drinks, and some painkillers... Might need them later.”

You looked up as you moved to the table, planning to put the bag amongst all the others, “I hope I didn’t take too...” Though, your movements never panned out.

There, stood on the other side of the bed, was Castiel.

“Long.”

His hands were held behind his back. The expression on his face almost frozen despite the way he seemed to look back and forth between you and the bed. And that’s when you followed his eyeline.

It was your duffle bag. Opened.

Your chin raised slightly, “Were you... What were you doing?” you questioned. Castiel clears his throat, his gaze flickering more intensely. “Nothing.”

“Cas.”

“... Okay, fine.” he huffed out, bringing his arms round his front so that he could hold his hands together, “I was, uh, I was hungry.”

Your eyebrows furrowed almost instantly, just staring at him for about one more second before you slowly pointed to the left with your free hand. At the table covered in various food items.

Castiel lowered his head a little, “I, uh... I wanted another sandwich.”

You were still beyond confused, but the last thing Cas probably needed was to feel like he was being interrogated. So, you dropped it, shaking your head as you placed the new bag with the others.

Your hands grabbed at the front of your jacket, and you lifted it up, unhooking it from around your shoulder. Your movements seemed to slow when your eyes flickered back to Cas.

By the time, the sleeves had been pulled off of your arms, you found yourself almost frozen in place, realising that he in fact took a shower. Which was evident by the damp hair that clung to certain parts of his forehead.

He looked so different.

The stubble that you, almost, could’ve consider as a beard had been shaved away, and it brought back the Cas you had seen from day one. More importantly, though, the man was now in fact wearing a shirt... and new trousers.

He had changed in more ways than one.

“Are you staying in that?” you questioned, hanging your jacket back on the chair it was previously on. Castiel let out a sigh as you looked back at him.

His arms went limp by his sides, his eyes now downcast in what appeared to be shame. “It looks bad, doesn’t it.” he found himself saying through a breath, even though he had never been concerned about his looks before.

“Oh... no.” you mumbled out as your brain processed his movements a little too slowly. Your eyes widened within the next second, “No! No, no, no, Cas, you look.” you paused, a smile even curling at your lips as you scanned over the attire, “You... look great, actually.”

You cleared your throat, “But, uh... Sorry-- What I meant was that, you know... You’re dressed rather formal.” Your fingers scratched at the back of your neck, “We’re only going to be watching a movie.”

Castiel’s eyebrows furrowed, giving his outfit a once over before he met with your eyes again, “I thought this was what people wore for activities like this?”

“I mean, yeah, I guess they do, but that’s usually when people are going on a...” You let your words fade away the moment you realised the end of the sentence, and the confusion deepened on Castiel’s face. “On a what--”

“Listen,” you started up, clearing your throat once again, “I was only asking because I was going to change into my pyjamas.” You shrugged, “I just thought you were gonna do the same.”

“I... I don’t think I have pyjamas.”

Your lips formed into a line, a moment of stupidity about to hit you in the face...

However, your eyebrows suddenly raised. One of your fingers pointed, indicating that you had just thought about something.

Though, instead of giving any sort of ease to Castiel’s ever-growing confusion, you simply made your way towards the bed, and tugged the duffle bag to your side once there.

You had rummaged through the bag for about fifteen seconds before your hands returned, an item held in either one: a shirt and a pair of pyjama bottoms. “This is my old set.”

“I bought a new one today, so you can use these... Unless you want that one?” you inquired, and Castiel sort of looked at you for a moment before he focused on the clothes, taking them into his hands.

“No, that’s...” he began almost absently, and then his eyes met yours once again, a new expression displayed across his features. You could only stare at his as he spoke, “I don’t... I don’t know how to thank you properly, Y/n-- I-- I don’t... I don’t think the words itself would do it justice.”

“This day. Your company, your... kindness is more than I’ve had in a while.” Castiel shook his head lightly, and his brows knitted together as he recalled the past few hours, “I enjoy it very much.”

You blinked for a good few seconds, taking in the genuineness that beamed from the person in front of you... And then you avoided his gaze, a sort of timidness washing through your body.

“It’s just pyjamas,” you practically mumbled, feeling the heat rise across your skin, which lead your nails to scratch at your neck again. Castiel smiled.

“It wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable,” he insisted through a voice that failed to hide its amusement, and your eyes shot back to his instantly, finding the way his lips had quirked up along his word.

Your head shook for a moment, “Yeah, whatever, just-- Okay, you can take the bathroom to get changed, I’ll just...” You let out a sigh, “I will change out here.”

Castiel tilted his head at a thought the passed through his mind, and though his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity, his smile had only widened. “I hadn’t realise just how much you and Dean couldn’t take a compliment--”

“Okay, you can go now-- Just go, get changed!”

~

You were sat on the bed. The only light source in the room was the lamp on the table to your left, and the bright screen of the laptop that shone into your face.

In the minutes that had passed, you had not only changed into your new set of, very comfy, clothes, but also managed to fill multiple decent sized bowls with various different snacks.

Meanwhile, a certain person was still in the bathroom.

“Cas?” you called out, your fingers continuing to type away at the keyboard to locate a decided streaming service. There was a muffled grunt in response.

“You all right in there?”

There was a pause, some slight shuffling, before a sigh murmured through the cracks of the door. “Yes... Yes, I am, just...”

When he couldn’t find the words, the lock under the handle had clicked. And soon, the wood that blocked your view of the man had slowly began to open.

Castiel took a step forward the moment the door had swung as far is it could. His body looked rigid, almost like the way that a plastic doll was, as his arms were practically frozen by his sides.

Your eyes scanned over the new appearance, your attention completely abandoning the laptop in front of you within seconds. You had seen him in different clothes, than the usual trench coat, earlier today, so it shouldn’t have been that strange.

But apparently you still weren’t used to it.

“Well... There you go, man,” you managed out after blinking for a second, and then met his tense gaze, patting the space on the bed beside you to get him to come closer.

Your eyes never left him, even when he complied to your request. “Is it... Is it okay? I mean, it’s probably a strange feeling, right?” you questioned almost nonchalantly as Castiel had got to his side of the bed.

He lowly hummed in response, and finally took a seat on the bed, though it was practically on the edge as his legs hung over the side, “It is... But I must say, it does feel very comfortable.”

“Good,” you insisted with a light smile, moving to the side just a tad when you noticed his current position. “That’s one of the main reasons that people sleep in it.”

Castiel nodded his head slowly. “Well,”

“I understand now.”

The browser on your laptop had now loaded, and the music that droned along the title screen took away your chance at making a comment. As the movie was about to begin.

Within seconds, you shuffled over even more, and placed the laptop between the two of you before angling it down while the various names faded in and out of view across the screen.

By now, Castiel had officially lifted his legs onto the mattress. He was slightly leaned over, his eyes scanning back and forth over the unfamiliar images with the usual gaze he had when watching stuff. Even if it was just showing the people that were featured.

“You know, the boys really like these movies,” you started up, causing his eyes to snap towards yours, as if he had forgotten you were even there. “I think if you made references from this, they would be pretty surprised.”

“We’ll at least have a great conversation starter when we can meet up.”

Castiel’s brows rose, his head nodded once, and then again, while he eyed the screen, making sure that the movie hadn’t actually started yet. “Noted.”

And then he leaned back, settling into the headboard, like you had, as he held his hands together.

“Do you know when we will be seeing them?”

You turned to him slowly while the intro music began to play. The first scene.

There was this hopeful look on his face. One that purely showed how desperate he was to see his friends. You wanted to give him good news, or even just lie, so badly because he deserved good news more than anything.

But there was no way you could lie to a face like that. You shook your head, no matter how bad it was going to make you feel, “No.”

“No, I don’t.”

And there it was. That disappointment.

Castiel had tried to play it off as he looked back to the screen with a nod of his head, even squinting his eyes to give off the look that he was paying attention to whatever was happening on it.

But it could still be seen.

You internally sighed. The commotion from the movie blared through the speakers of the laptop as you turned, grabbing the first bowl of food from the bedside table to your left.

“Here.” you spoke after clearing your throat, and brought the bowl between the two of you, while making sure that none of the popcorn would fall over the edges.

Castiel, who was actually paying attention to the movie by now, turned to the strange looking stuff with the same squinted eyes. Though, when he focused on it longer, they seemed to widen.

“This is one of the things we eat when watching a movie.”

The first two of the trilogy had been finished. You had answered any questions, explained difficult plot points, and even pointed out little Easter eggs along the way, while the amount of snacks began to diminish.

Castiel had propped up the pillow to sit behind both of your backs for better support, and now he sat, truly comfortably, as he zoned into the scenes that played throughout the screen.

It was an incredible thing to witness.

Castiel just looked at things so intently if he didn’t quite understand. He would try to figure out anything and everything that happened, regardless of how minor of an effect it had on the storyline. Which was the same even with the background characters.

He would ask, or just say, the first things that came to his mind while maintaining his focus on the screen, and you always had to stifle a laugh before responding, due to the abruptness.

In truth, you had probably watched him more than you did the movie.

Though, when it had gotten to the third part of the film series. That is when the atmosphere had really changed.

This time, whenever Castiel said anything. Instead of the genuine moments of wonder, his words were slower. He would pause at the start of a sentence, as if he had to find it somewhere in his head before he could actually say it.

“Did you see that? In the background?” you questioned, enthusiastically pointing at a particular thing part of the screen, “That guy was drinking out of a plastic bottle, I mean--- How did the editors not...”

Your head had turned towards Cas, wanting to see if he shared the same amusement or had even seen what you were talking about.

But instead, what you saw in front of you seemed to shift your interest.

Castiel’s body was sort of slumped over, his head slightly bobbing every few seconds, as his brain hadn’t fully decided whether it was going to shut off or not.

“Cas?”

As to not scare the shit out of him, your voice was quieter this time, a mix of amusement, and concern, flurrying through your body in response to the way he sat.

“Hmm?” His eyes snapped open, “Oh, I, uh... It went by too fast.” Castiel murmured, his words coming out in more of a mumble than anything else, as he blinked rapidly, trying to push himself into a sitting position. “I missed it.”

“You know we can stop if you’re tired, right?” you pointed out, and Castiel shook his head within seconds, lazily, waving his hand. “No... No, I-- I want to watch this-- I am watching this.”

Despite his previous attempts at moving his body, Castiel had sunk right back to where he was before, his eyes narrowing as he tried to focus on the screen again. Though, he might have been adjusting to the light.

Your head nodded slowly, even with the amusement that grew on your face. “If you say so.”

And then you copied his movements, your attention going back to the movie, so you could try and figure out what part you had missed due to the interaction.

After a while, on screen, it was showing one of those long shots of landscape. Usually used to introduce a new area, or show the viewer the surroundings; where the character was in their world, while dramatic music hummed through the speakers.

Your lips had parted, a string of words about to bounce off your tongue in awe of the incredible looking scenery... But here was a sudden weight that pressed into your upper arm.

Your head turned instantly, the sentence you were going to say fading into nothing when your eyes laid upon the culprit.

This time, Castiel had slumped to the side. Which, in this case, was yours.

His body was angled sort of awkwardly due to the distance. So, in the next second, you picked up your laptop, shimmied yourself over and then placed it back on your lap before slightly lowering yourself down so that he would be more comfortable.

His cheek was smooshed into your shoulder, which caused his lips to part in an odd looking way, that meant that any time he breathed, the air would huff into the sleeve of your t-shirt with such force that the warmth of it would seep through and against your skin.

But it was also a pretty good indication of the decision his brain had finally made. Because he was out.

To keep it that way, you were trying as hard as you could to be silent. You had paused the movie, which bathed the room in utter silence, and rewound it to the part where he first got tired, before closing the laptop over.

You then leaned over the edge of your side of the bed and placed the device on the floor beneath it as quietly as you could.

However, upon pulling yourself back up, you realised that your movement had caused Castiel’s head to slip off of your shoulder, and his upper body was now hunching over into your lap.

“Shit.” you huffed under your breath, quickly supporting his weight as much as you could while also moving the pillow so that the two of you could actually sleep on it.

And once it was in position, you, gently, tugged his body forward so that he would line up with the cushion, and slowly lowered him back down as he grumbled.

Your head hit the pillow next, which honestly felt like a cloud at this point, with a sigh that blew through your lips. The tiredness from the past day finally caught up to you.

A sudden hum drew you away from closing your eyes, and your head turned, yet again, to find the reason, even though you already knew that it was just Castiel.

And for the first time since you found him, you properly had the chance to look at him, up close, without him just staring right back.

During the day, Castiel’s features were always sort of stuck; formed by tension that resided in the muscles. However, when he slept, they would be released. All of the guilt, shame, and betrayal that sunk deep into his skin would finally dissolve, even if it was just for a few hours.

The tiredness was swarming you by now, meaning that even though you wanted to smile, your face wouldn’t move. And so, using up the last of your energy, you sluggishly lifted your arm from underneath the duvet and reached for the light switch.

It echoed through the room. Your surroundings now encompassed in utter darkness, that was the same whenever your eyes closed.

Even then, there was something in you that wanted to fight the sleep that begged to take over your body. Your mind anxious over the fact that you wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on Castiel during the night.

But step by step, you began to allow yourself.

Because you know what? You found him.

Castiel had been located, and at least for the time being, he was safe. He was alive, and that meant that your mission had been completed. “Goodnight, Cas.”

And thus, your mind had stopped talking. You floated into the deepest, and what would be the longest, sleep you had had in weeks.

All because Castiel was right there, by your side, doing it with you.

Your human.

[astrid19202]

what’s this? finally an update from me?! lmfao. this was actually an anonymous request, I hope you like it!

“Your so pretty”

Luke slumped to his knees as you shut the door behind you. Your flowy skirt suddenly lifted as his blonde curly head tried diving under making you laugh and push him away.

Tonight was Michael’s birthday, so to celebrate a party was thrown. Since you decided only to have a couple shots, enough to still drive home, you let Luke drown in tequila as much as he pleased.

“Lu, you’re drunk. C’mon let’s get you to bed”

Taking his large ring clad hands, you helped guide him back up to his feet as he stumbled slightly in his step before grasping at your hips and pulling you into his chest.

“But I want you” He murmured as his lips began kissing at your neck and sucking into it as your head tilted to the side.

Despite the wetness gathering between your thighs, you didn’t feel right about sleeping with him while he was drunk and you were still sober. It’d feel like taking advantage even though you’d been together for quite a few years now.

But god, even through the bloodshot eyes and wavering balance, he still managed to make you feel weak. His once styled hair was messy, button up shirt now halfway undone, showing his collarbones and silver angel necklace. His black pinstriped trousers hugged his legs perfectly and stubble tickled your jaw as he pecked at you.

“But I’m not even nearly as drunk as you are. Let’s just go cuddle and get to sleep okay?”

You pulled back and began taking his suit jacket off while he whined and sat against the couch. His messy blonde hair shook as his head tilted back, his blue pupils blown out and pink lips pouted while his muscled arms crossed in distaste.

Kissing his cheek you waltzed to the coat rack and hung up his jacket, humming to yourself.

As you turned back to the living room, Luke was out of sight making your brows furrow in confusion.

But the sound of bottles clinging together in the Fourier made you sigh. He’d gone to the alcohol display that you only had for guest, as you both didn’t drink frequently and only certain occasions. Though you couldn’t deny the cute center piece and decided why not.

Peeking your head around, you saw Luke digging through the rack of bottles inside the glass case.

“YES I FOUND IT” He yelled, grasping the bottle of wine before swinging on his heels to see you standing there.

“oh” He whispered sheepishly, realizing he did not need to yell in the first place.

“You’ve had enough to drink, put it away” You laughed.

“It’s not for me honey, it’s for you” Popping the cork, he took your hand and placed the bottle in your hand with a dopey smile.

“For me?”

“Mhm drink up, the faster you do the quicker I can get into this” He smirks, his fingers skimmed over the top of your dress and tugged at the strap.

Peeking at the bottle and back up to him, you quirked an eyebrow while biting your lip, still feeling a bit unsure.

“Oh c’mon baby” Once again his fingers wrapped around you, his glittered eyelids heavy with lust as he looked down at you and skimmed his other hand down to your leg.

Stretching his hand out, he slowly moved it up and up, the pad of his thumb rubbing along the way as it inched closer and closer to your heat before stopping at the inside of your thigh.

Your heart was pounding, your breathe wavering in your throat as the pulse point below you sped up in sudden desperation as he sucked into your neck again.

Without saying a word, you brought the bottle up your lips and took a large swig.

________________________________________

“Fuck”

Your back hit the fridge as both your lips worked together, his tongue gliding against yours in a messy kiss.

With fingers dug into Luke’s hair, tugging and pulling to feel him closer to you as his own gripped at your thighs, you moaned as he lifted you up.

“Need to fucking get inside you” He groaned, moving his hands up your thighs and pulling at your sides of your underwear, the sound of the fabric stretching and tearing made you ache in anticipation.

Your head was spinning, both from the wine and from the rush he gave you. You simply couldn’t wait either.

“Please” Your head tilted back as his mouth worked down your neck, marks blossoming over your the top of your breasts that spilled from your dress.

“Yea? You gonna take me baby? Let me fuck you real good” Pants and boxers now dropped at his ankles, Luke’s hungry eyes took in the image of you pressed into the refrigerator, back arched, chest heaving and begging for him.

“Y-yes, yes please I need your cock so bad”

“Mhm I’ll give it you baby”

His fingers wrapped around your hips in a tight grip to secure your position before pulling you up closer to him.

With daunting eyes starring up at you, Luke’s mouth worked lower at your skin until he shoved into you, making a gasp emit from your throat as your nails dug into the back of his silk shirt.

“Goddamn your cunt feels so good” He groaned, a slight slur to his tone from the alcohol coursing through his veins. But it was true nonetheless.

Bracing his stature Luke fucked into you at a rapid pace making your back drag up and down against the fridge door. Magnets fell from behind you, making multiple loud clatter sounds and the dishes that were stacked nearby shake from the table top.

You couldn’t say a word, not with the way the man above you was taking away your breathe.

Your thighs squeezed around his hips in a desperate effort to keep yourself upright as your body moved up and down from the movements.

“L-Luke Luke” You cried out, a trembling in your voice as you moaned loudly with his tempered groaning wrapping into your own sounds like a melodic song.

With a silver ringed hand around your throat, his pelvic movements quickened, the harshness of his cock going harder sending you into a spiral.

“Yea that’s it, scream my fucking name” The smugness dripping from his tongue as short pants left his lips.

“M’gonna cum Lu” You whimpered, your eyes closing shut as he dragged the hand once around your throat, back down to your waist before sliding out.

Your legs dropped onto the kitchen floor, your balance stumbling as the throbbing of your orgasmic brink between your legs dangled in your face like a joke.

Whining, soft “no’s” left your lips in confusion at the sudden abruption.

“Not yet baby, I’m not stopping until I’ve fucked you on as many places as I can before you can’t take it anymore”

A whimper escaped as you felt your core get desperately wetter.

Lifting your chin up, he made you look up at him as a taunting smirk adorned his face.

“That okay doll?”

With a rapid nod of your head and a squeaked out “yes” he guided you through the kitchen before shoving some stuff off the counter.

Grasping your hips he bent you over it, your cheek pressed into the marble top as your hands gripped at the flat surface.

Flipping your skirt up, his large hand spanked at your ass that was exposed to him, making you lurch forward and moan.

“You like that dirty girl? You want more?” Spank.

His rings hit against the plumpness of your ass as he continued to spank you, the skin turning red.

Luke’s head felt dizzy, but a good dizzy as his chest heaved and his hand continued to slap at your ass, watching the way your thighs pressed together in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure. He loved seeing how good you looked, the sounds leaving your mouth as you took everything he gave you with a moan and a smile.

Thinking you had enough, his middle finger dipped between your thighs to rub at your clit.

“I-Uh please Lu” Your head titled as your fingers braced at the sides of the counter.

Moving a large hand up, he gripped at your hair, lifting your head up just slightly as your back arched and ass pressed against him.

Shoving into you, Luke moaned and tilted his head back. You felt so good and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Such a good girl for me baby” His hand slapped at your ass once more before pounding into you again.

Your body lurched forward and back at the harshness of his thrusts, knuckles turning white from the grip you had at the edge of the counter. All you could do was open your mouth in shock and pleasure as small breaths escaped your lips.

With Luke’s grip loosened on your hair a bit, you took the moment to look back at him.

Biting on your bottom lip and drunken blown out eyes, you said, “please, fuck me harder”.

Moaning to himself, he shook his head and gripped back on your hair and pushed your head down.

With lips hovering over your ear as his thrusts slowed down, he replied, “Yea you want it harder, want me to fuck you like a slut baby?”

Nodding in his grip, your hips circled back into him encouragingly.

“Mhm please Luke, gimme it”

“Fucking hell” Gripping at your waist, he elevated you slightly on your toes, making your legs close to giving out he slammed into you and pressed into your ass.

With one hand kneading your ass, his cock harshly plummeted into you from behind harder than before.

“Luke” You squeaked, feeling him hit your g-spot with repeated motions.

“Again” He demanded, groaning as his hips hit hard into your ass, still stinging red from the spanking he gave you earlier.

“Ugh Luke” You cried, your orgasm taunting you once again.

“You gonna come baby?”

“Y-yes” Big mistake.

Pulling out, your feet once again dropped to the floor as your legs closed with the ache more fiery than before. This time you had enough.

“Alright baby now-“

“No, that’s it”

Luke’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as you took his hand and dragged him to the living room.

Pushing him down into the couch, you watched as he manspread after, making you whimper, as you were desperate for a release already.

Straddling his lap, he hissed as you sunk down onto his cock, the skirt of your dress bunched around your waist revealing his hands gripping your ass as your back arched into him.

“Shit baby” He panted, his head tilting back into the cushion behind him as your hands gripped his shoulders.

Letting your own head fall back, you let the pleasure of his cock sitting inside you overtake your senses and began bouncing.

The sound of both your whimpers and moans filled the room as your hips rose and fell on him. The grip he had on your ass, helping guide your movements, encouraged you to move faster and harder.

“Yea that’s it baby, ride me just like that. You gonna cum with me like this?”

“Yes Lu, I want it”

Winding your hips, you sank up and down on his cock at a rigorous pace as he started thrusting back up into you, the motion making him nudge your clit perfectly as your eyes fell closed, a whine leaving your lips at the feeling.

He moaned out, letting his own sub tendencies go as you gripped at the chain on his neck and pulled slightly making the chain tighten.

“I’m gonna fucking cum, cmon do it with me baby” He panted, lifting his head up to suck at your breasts. His mouth attached to your nipple, biting and sucking as he gripped harder on your ass and pressed you down into his lap.

Now taking control again, he fucked up into as you started to finished.

Grunting your name, Luke spilled inside you as you came around him. The feeling leaving you both content as he kissed at your neck and chest, a satisfied smile adorning both your faces.

The buzz of the alcohol and post orgasm settled in both your veins.

Hugging you close, Luke laid on the couch, with your head on his chest as you both took the time to catch your breathe.

“We’re definitely doing that again”

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

journey, m | ot7

full title: journey to the dick

pairing(s): ot7 x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe you were real drunk," Jimin offered.

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

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

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

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

"It had potential!"

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

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

Jimin was being very helpful.

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

Could literally be any guy in the history of existence.

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

Jimin nodded. "Yeah, seems like it."

"You remember anyone in this outfit?"

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

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

"Oh, right. Who won?"

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

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

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

"I worked hard for these," he mumbled.

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

"Is this your dick?"

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

You puffed your cheeks and turned to Jimin.

"Is this your dick?"

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

"Lemme check."

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

"Uh..."

You trailed off.

Taehyung blinked.

The bathroom door closed.

Pants unzipped.

"PARK JIMIN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

-

"You have to be kidding me, Jimin."

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

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

For science.

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

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

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

You glanced at the photo once more.

It remained, indeed, very rousing of certain interests.

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

Hmm...

Hold on.

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

"I have to do this correctly."

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

"In the proper order!"

Jimin and Taehyung shared a confused look.

"The hell does she mean, proper order?'

-

kim namjoon.

“Namjoon, may I look at your dick?”

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

“Pardon?” he replied in English.

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

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

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

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

Fucking.

Luckily, fucking didn’t usually require reading.

(Usually, heh.)

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I mean, sure, if you want–”

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

“I’m on a mission.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Splendid!

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

Slightly less splendid.

“Are you choking?”

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

Namjoon nodded sagely. “That’s good.”

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

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

He left his round glasses on.

‘Course he did.

Damn you, Namjoon!

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

He grinned. “Hm? What’s that?”

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

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

“Oh, fuck!”

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

The three taps applied to him too.

Instead, Namjoon moaned your name and gripped your hands.

“T-The picture… f-fuuuuuuuck…”

Shit, that’s right.

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

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

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

“Mmm, fuck, that’s nice…”

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

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

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

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

“Oi!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You frowned. “Hurry up.”

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

You narrowed your eyes.

Growled.

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

“Hold your dress so I can fuck you.”

“Maybe I want to do the moving.”

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

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

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

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

“F-Fuck…”

“Listen.”

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

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

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

So close, so close, so close.

He snickered, dark, devious, sensual.

“I dolove punishing you with my cock.”

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

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

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

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

Kim Namjoon was a very reasonable man.

-

kim seokjin.

"Gah, fuck!"

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

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

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

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

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

Seokjin turned bright red, sputtering.

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

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

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

"That was a special case!"

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

"Seokjin, I need to see your dick."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A dick. Is it yours?"

Seokjin made a disgusted face.

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

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

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

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

"How could that thing compare to–gah!"

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

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

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

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

"Oh, fuck..."

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

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

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

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

"Ah, yeees..."

"Seokjin, wait–mphf!"

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

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

You made a confused noise and Seokjin frowned at you.

"Yes or no?"

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

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

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

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

"Mmmphf!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, yes...!"

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

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

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

You smirked around his cock and wiggled your eyebrows.

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

You almost stopped, awed by his perfectly sensual posture.

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

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

“B-But…”

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

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

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

You made a confused face at him.

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

“H-Hey…”

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

��S… Seokjin…?”

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

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

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

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

“Hey! I want that in me!”

“What? Gah!”

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

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

“F-Fuck– yah!”

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

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

“I like that shirt!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Both of you completely forgot about the dick pic.

-

min yoongi.

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

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

"Yoongi!"

The bed shifted and hit the wall.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yoongi–"

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

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

"Yoongi – ah, oof!"

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

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

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

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

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

Behind you, you heard Yoongi choke slightly in embarrassment.

"No, I do not..."

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

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

"Memoirs are written."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You and Yoongi ignored it.

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

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

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

Poor thing must not be getting laid regularly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

You smiled.

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

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

“That it?”

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

“Yeah,” you replied breathlessly.

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

“Pretty dick.”

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

“That’s why it could be yours.”

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

“Stop.”

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

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

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

“Well?” he chuckled.

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

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

“Well, damn.”

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

“Tighter.”

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

“Mmm, fuck yes, you’re so good…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yoongi…”

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

“You want me?”

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

It just didn’t make any sense.

“Y… Yeah…”

That smirk.

“I know you do.”

You did end up coming back all the time.

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

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

“You wanna ride my dick?”

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

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

-

jung hoseok.

“Hoseokie…”

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

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

Your lips curved into a smile.

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

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

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

It wasn’t like this the first time.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not nice.”

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

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

You leaned in, whispering in his ear.

“Fuck?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is this your dick?”

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

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

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

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

“Oh? You do remember?”

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

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

“No, sorry.”

“Then… can I see it?”

He grinned. “You have to earn it.”

Earning it could mean anything.

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

“H-Hoseok…!”

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

“Hoseok, p-please…”

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

Shallow gasps.

Peaking pleasure.

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

The song ended.

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

The music began again.

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

“Look.”

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

“Don’t choke.”

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

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

You whined, not wanting him out of your mouth.

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

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

Fuck.

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

“Well?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oooh, fuck, Hoseok!”

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

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

That seemed ages ago now.

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

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

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

“Fuck, gonna cum, fuck–”

“Ah, Hoseok, yes…”

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

It took a moment to disembark from the euphoric high.

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

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

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

-

park jimin.

“I hate you.”

“Come on, Jimin.”

"I was supposed to be first!"

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

"You were supposed to suck MY dick first!"

"Stop being a fucking brat, Park Jimin!"

"No!"

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

"You little–"

"Don't you dare call me little!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, in my car!"

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

"Fuck!"

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

Ah, so not you.

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

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

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

You grinned. "148."

Jimin looked very annoyed that you remembered the exact number.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sit on my face.”

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

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

Sometimes, Park Jimin was a damn genius.

He was great at eating pussy too.

“Ah, fuuuck, Jimin…”

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

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

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

“Fuck, give it to me.”

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

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

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

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

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

Jimin was part of the reason you were good.

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

Win-win.

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

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

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

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

“You taste so fucking good, fuck…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re such a pervert, Jimin.”

“And you aren’t?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

kim taehyung.

"You're so fucking stubborn."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You have a virgin kink."

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

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

"And a glasses kink."

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

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

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

"Same reason why you got so excited when–"

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

Taehyung cocked his other eyebrow.

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

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

His thumb was over number seven.

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

His brows lowered, serious expression on his handsome face.

Then he smirked, dumping your phone on the bed.

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

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

"That I wanna hear you say please?"

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm, yeah?”

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

"You only want to think about me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, the way Taehyung said your name.

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

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

"Mmmm, Taehyung...."

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

“Let’s play a little game.”

His tongue slid out, lickings your lips lightly.

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

“What kind of – oh, f-fuck!”

One more.

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

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

One more.

“Fuck, Tae, fuck!”

His dark eyes glittering, pleased at your reaction.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s your magic word?”

“Please.”

He grinned at you despaired tone.

“That’s it.”

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

“Work for it.”

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

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

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

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

Your tongue between your teeth, grinning wide.

“Yes, please.”

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

“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.”

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

“T… Tae… the picture…”

“Ah… yeah… hold on… lay down for me…”

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

“Serious?”

“Deadly.”

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

“Alright, let’s see.”

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

You wouldn’t question it if it was true.

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

Taehyung smirked proudly. “What a surprise.”

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

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

“You like that he spends rumors.”

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

“Ready?”

“Mhm, do it.”

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

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

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

-

jeon jungkook.

“Jungkook?”

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

He froze like that.

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

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

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

Had he been watching porn?

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

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

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

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

REALITY SUCKS.

You pointed to the turned-off monitor.

"Were you watching porn?" you asked cheerfully.

Jungkook's ears turned red.

"Yes," he blurted.

Silence.

A bird cawed outside.

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

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

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

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

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

You stopped struggling, confused. "Huh?"

Those dark chocolate eyes found yours, looking guilty.

"I was looking at your pictures."

You blinked rapidly. "What?"

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

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

"Sure, knock yourself out, dude."

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

Jungkook always insisted you were consistently beautiful.

You pointed between your bodies.

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

"N-No!"

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

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

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

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

His dick twitched in his pants and jabbed your crotch.

A pause.

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

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

His eyes went wide.

You smiled widely.

Then he said something unexpected.

"Ow."

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

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

"We should just take it off then."

"Pardon, we should wha–ah!"

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

"Ah, fuck!"

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

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

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

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

"You're not a virgin?"

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

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

"You didn't like it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And what's that?'"

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

"Hot and horny."

Turns out.

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

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

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

"Please..."

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

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

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

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

"G-Gonna cum, f-fuck!"

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

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

"Jungkook..."

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

"There's this picture..."

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

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

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

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

Click.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hm.

You tilted your head.

One way.

Then the other.

Hmmm?

Hmmmmmmm.

“W… What?” Jungkook stuttered above you.

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

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

“What?” He sounded startled.

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

“Still…”

You tapped your lips with his cock, thinking.

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

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

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

He chewed his lower lip, staring at the phone.

“Oh well.”

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

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

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

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

“I can… go…?” he had sputtered.

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

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

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

“You can help, you know.”

Fun night.

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

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

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

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

“You always feel so fucking good…”

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

-

“Hah…”

You rolled over, sighing loudly.

“Haaaaaaah…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, hyung, I am, no, stop–”

“Give Seokjinnie-hyung a bite!”

“Over my dead body!”

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

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

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

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

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

Your eye twitched.

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

You sucked in a deep breath and seethed.

“So what’s the difference?”

“What?” you scowled.

Yoongi shrugged casually.

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

“That’s–”

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

Silence.

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

Yoongi dropped the bomb on you.

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

W… What?

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

Hold on.

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

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

As if…

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

As if they had expected to see such a photo.

Click.

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

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

No way.

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

One look at those seven faces and…

YUP.

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

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

“Oh my God…”

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

“I am not!”

“Wanna bet?”

“Jimin, do not whip out your dick.”

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

On purpose!

For what?

FOR FUN!

(GG, no re)

They got you good.

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

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

Oh.

Shit.

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

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

You stared into chocolate eyes.

Innocent.

Or…?

Jungkook’s pout disappeared.

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

And then, Jeon Jungkook.

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

These fucking…. Seven Kings of Duality!

You were positively fuming.

Silence.

An owl hooted outside the window.

“YOU PUNKS!”

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

-

2021.09.01 - JK birthday drabble 2021.10.02 - Namjoon birthday drabble

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[helpinghanikan]

Kinktober 2022 (Day 5)

Day 5: Formal wear (Steve Rogers)

Steve is not a formal wear kinda guy. He likes his jackets, his cotton shirts, and soft pants. It needs to be a real good reason for him to put a tie and tight suit/coat combo. Something important like the presentation of a check to his neighborhoods least funded school.

“That all just seemed fake to me.” He said when the apartment door was shut behind you. “Did you feel the same? Or am I just crazy?”

“Well, I wouldn’t go so far as to say crazy.” You said, stepping into his space. “But, yes, it was fake. Charity events usually are.”

He loosens his tie with a sigh. Handsome bastard probably knew what he was doing when he did that. Making it worse when he opens the first few buttons on his shirt. His sternum begging you to take another step and give him a kiss.

Who were you to deny him?

Steven doesn’t complain when you get close. Chest to his, leaning in with incredibly warm breath, and leaves a streak of lipstick over his exposed chest. His head leans back against the wall and sighs towards the ceiling.

“I thought you said your feet were on fire.” He says, as if he wanted you to stop.

“I’ll survive.” You said, bringing your knee up between his legs. “But will you?”

“Not with you moving like that. A little higher for me?” He asks, groaning out his appreciation when your knee gently finds his crotch. Leg sliding up and down his thigh.

His shirt it easy to undo. Button by button his scientifically perfect chest was exposed to the world, and your mouth. Kissing over his pectorals. Licking and sucking on a nipple that jerks his hips against yours.

“Any other requests?” You ask, tilting your head upwards to kiss at his jaw.

His hands suddenly work again. Reaching around to hold your back and bring you close. So close that the air is taken from your lungs. The gasp makes Steve smile, looking down at you and asking; “Feet still hurting? I can carry you; you know.”

Before you can answer he quickly lifts you up. Leg on either side of his hips, a grin on your face that only matches the little hop in Steve’s steps towards the bedroom.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Tuffy

Pairing: Arvin Russel x reader

Synopsis: you win Arvin a teddy bear, and he acts like he doesn’t like it

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Arvin pulled up to the annual town fair in his beat up old car and parked out front. He lit a cigarette, spotted Lenora near the entrance, and made his way over to her.

“You girls ‘bout ready to go?”

“Just about.” Lenora answered. “Y/n was just finishing up at a game. Oh, there she is.”

“Arvin!” You ran up to them with a teddy bear in your arms. “Thanks for driving us home. Don’t you want to go in at least on ride?”

“Nah. I don’t trust these things in the slightest.” He smiled at you in your high waisted shorts and button up shirt.

“See? I told you he was no fun.” Lenora teased her brother and poked his side.

“Well since you didn’t want to come with us, I won this for you at the balloon game.” You proudly held out the teddy bear you’d been holding. “Since you’re too much of a tough guy to win your own.”

It was a classic carnival plush with a cheap red bow tied around its neck, but Arvin adored it right away. He accepted the teddy bear from you and looked at it, fighting the massive smile that wanted to break out on his face. He didn’t want to stray from his typical cold and uncaring exterior, so he didn’t let it show on his face how much it meant to him.

“Oh. Thank you.” He said softly. “But I’m not much for dolls. You should keep it.”

“It’s not a doll. It’s a teddy bear.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “I’ve been holding it all night, so it smells like my perfume. And I won it for you so you better keep it, tough guy. It’s yours.”

“All right.” He smiled shyly, grateful that you were letting him keep it. “Not sure what I’ll do with it, but I’ll keep it. Thanks, Y/n.”

“You’re welcome, Arvin” You said as you linked your arm through his. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

A few weeks later, you didn’t join Lenora in the back of Arvin’s car like you usually did. He almost always drove the two of you home after school, but you were nowhere to be found that particular day.

“Y/n didn’t need a ride today?” Arvin asked with slight disappointment.

“She was running late so she said she was gonna walk home.” Lenora told him.

“Oh.” He nodded. “Okay.

“Why? Do you miss her?” Lenora teased.

“Shut up.” He blushed. “Just want to make sure she has a safe way home.”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Lenora said, so he let it go. He checked back in a few hours later with Lenora to see if you’d made it home safe.

“Do you know if Y/n made it home yet?” He asked.

“She hasn’t called me yet, so probably not.” Lenora realized. Arvin frowned and looked out the window, not liking the thought of you walking home with how hard the rain was coming down.

“It’s pouring out. She’ll catch her death.” He said as he grabbed his car keys.

“So will you if you try to find her. You know how slippery your tires get.” Lenora reminded him as she followed him to the door.

“I don’t want her walking alone in the rain.” Arvin said as he slid his jacket on. “Imma go get her.”

Arvin got in his car and drove in the direction of your school. A few miles up the road, he saw you walking with your backpack over your head.

“Y/n!” He called out the window. “Get your ass in the car now.”

“Arvin?” You squinted in his direction. “Is that you?”

“Yes, it’s me.” He pulled up beside you. “Get in.”

“How’d you find me?” You asked as you got into his backseat. “And how’d you know I was out here in the first place?”

“Lenora told me you was foolish enough to walk home in this weather.” He said as he looked at you in the rear view mirror.

“I didn’t realize it was gonna rain. Sorry, Arvin.” You apologized to him, making him feel guilty for how he spoke to you. He didn’t mean to make you feel bad, he just worried about you.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, darling.” He said in a softer tone. “And you don’t have to sit in the back either.”

“Um, I think someone’s already sitting in the passenger seat.” You smiled a little and adverted your eyes.

“Who?” He furrowed his eyebrows before looking beside him. Sitting there in his passenger seat was the teddy bear you had won him a few weeks before. To make the sight even more embarrassing, the teddy bear was buckled in with a seatbelt. He had forgotten that he put the bear there and now there was no hiding the fact that he drove around with it.

“Oh.” He blushed and grabbed the bear. “Him.”

“Is that the bear won for you?” You asked coyly. “From the carnival?”

“Yeah. It is.” He adverted his eyes as you climbed into the front seat.

“Why did he have a seatbelt on?” You chuckled as he set the teddy bear on his lap.

“It’s very dangerous to drive without a seatbelt.” He said seriously. “You know that, darling.”

“But he’s just a teddy bear.” You bit back a smile at the way he was behaving. You’d into ever seen him frowning or fighting, so it made you happy to hear him being silly with you.

“A teddy bear you won for me.” He reminded you as he smiled down at the bear. “That makes him special. I gotta protect him.”

“Arvin.” You swooned. “You really kept it? That’s so cute.”

“People don’t usually give me things.” He said quietly. “So he means a lot.”

“Did you name him?” You asked hopefully.

“Yes.” He said softly. “He’s called Tuffy.”

“Why?” You wondered curiously.

“Cause you always call me tough guy.” He admitted without looking at you. He hadn’t planned on showing you the softer side of him, but you seemed to be enjoying it.

“Can I see him?”

“Careful not to get him wet. Can’t replace him.” Arvin warned, proving further to you how much he cared about the bear.

“I didn’t think you cared that I won him for you.” You said in disbelief. “Didn’t think you cared ‘bout anything, in fact.”

“I act tough, but I got a soft spot for you.” He said as he looked at you.

“Me and Tuffy, I presume.” You teased.

“Yeah.” He smiled. “You and Tuffy.”

You looked down at Tuffy and held him to your nose, inhaling his scent for a moment.

“He smells like you.” You giggled. “Which means he smells like cigarettes and Old Spice.”

“Well he sleeps in my bed.” Arvin told you. “That’s why.”

“Arvin Russel.” You gasped. “You do not sleep with a teddy bear.”

“Said he sleeps in my bed. Not in my arms or nothing.” He chuckled as he took the bear back from you. He put Tuffy on his shoulder and rested his head on him as he looked at you.

“That’s a shame.” You nearly exploded from how sweet Arvin was being. “If I was sleeping in your bed, I’d want to be in your arms as well.”

Arvin opened his mouth to speak, but found himself too flustered to form a sentence. Before he could respond, you spotted something out the window and sighed.

“Oh no. It’s Chuck Greenwood.” You pointed out the window. “He’s got a crush on me. Never leaves me alone.”

“Do you like him too?” Arvin frowned a little as Chuck approached his car.

“Absolutely not.” You stuck your tongue out. “He’s nothing but a pest. Ugh. Here he comes.”

“Hello Y/n. You look awfully pretty, even in the rain.” Chuck smirked obnoxiously as he knocked on your window. “What’s the matter? Lenoras Bible didn’t tell you it was gonna rain?”

“Leave me alone, Chuck.” You rolled your eyes and turned away.

“And is that the Russel boy?” Chuck pointed to Arvin. “What are you doing driving around with a teddy bear? Did your mommy give it to you?”

“No. But your mommy did.” Arvin shot back.

“Can I see it? It looks so cuddly and soft. I just wanna hold it for a minute.” Chuck laughed as he reached for the teddy bear.

“Hands off.” Arvin smacked his hands away. “Don’t you inbreds have something better to do?”

“What could be better than picking on you and your fuzzy wuzzy teddy bear?” Chuck asked.

“It’s my teddy bear.” You lied as you took the bear off Arvin’s shoulder. “Arvin won him for me at the carnival last week.”

“Did he? Don’t tell me you two are going steady.” Chucks jealously got the better of him.

“Whats it’s to you?” Arvin smirked, liking your plan. “Not like you ever had a chance with her.”

“Whatever. Enjoy your teddy bear.” Chuck scoffed and walked away.

“We will! Bye!” You called after him before rolling the window up. “Did you see his face? We totally got him.”

“That’s what he gets for making fun of Tuffy.” Arvin smiled as you handed the bear back to him.

“Yup.” You agreed. “He’ll know not to do that again.”

You looked at each other for a minute, soft smiles on your faces as a comfortable silence settled in his car. The comforting sound of rain hitting his windows added to the soft ambiance in the car. You gulped and sat up a little, giving him all your attention as he nervously played with the bear.

“Darling.” Arvin began quietly. “What did you mean before when you said you’d want to sleep in my arms?”

“Well, you know.” You shrugged and played with your nails. “I’m just saying. If Tuffy ever needs a night off, maybe I could take his spot.”

“Well.” He smiled softly and cupped your face with his hand. “I’ll have to check with him first.”

You leaned forward and smirked against his lips before mumbling, “You’ll have to let me know what he says.”

“He should be fine with it.” He sucked in sharply against your mouth.

“Arvin?” You asked as you gazed at him through your lashes.

“Yes, darling?”

“Stop talking about your teddy bear.” You chuckled before connecting your lips to his.

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[mypoisonedvine]

𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖈𝖊 II || professor!helmut zemo x reader

{𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 I} 

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : your illicit relationship with your (former) professor forces both of you to consider if the risk is worth the reward.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 : 9k (jeeeesus)

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : smut (oral f and m receiving, rough sex, creampie, massive amount of dirty talk), zemo being super cocky, smoking (just zemo, not the reader), alcohol consumption (zemo and reader although the latter is moreso implied), angst (not a ton but yeah), strip chess (does this require a warning?), zemo’s friends being sorta sleazy, one mention of/implied anal, brief violence? (one punch)

part 3 coming asap!

                              You watched his eyes slowly scan the board, darting from his pieces to yours and back again.

“You’re stalling,” you accused, breaking the silence.

“I’m thinking,” he mumbled back right away, never looking away from the board as he rested his chin in his hand.

“Think faster,” you instructed with a groan, leaning back in your chair and looking out the window instead.  When you saw movement in the corner of your eye, you looked back again, but he just sighed and moved his hand back into his lap without doing anything.  “Oh my god!” you exclaimed, rolling your eyes.

“Wait, wait, I’ve got it,” he grinned, finally grabbing his knight and moving it forward.  “Check.”

You looked around the board to confirm he was right, and he cleared his throat expectantly.

“I said, ‘check’,” he reminded you.  “Stand up.”

“You’re really going to make me do this?” you pressed with a raised eyebrow.

“No, I’m not going to make you,” he smirked, “but you’re going to do it because your only alternative is to forfeit.”

With a sigh and a little smile of your own, you stood up and unbuttoned your shorts, sliding them down your legs and stepping out of them quickly.  His face was irritatingly neutral as he watched you strip, only your bra and underwear left now, but his eyes gave everything away as they examined you with even more care than they had the chess board.  

“You know, this whole ‘strip chess’ idea isn’t exactly going according to plan,” you frowned, sitting back down in the chair and crossing your legs.

“What do you mean?  Of course it is,” he grinned.  “Oh, you mean, your plan… yes, I hope my suit coat is keeping your entire outfit good company over there in the pile.”

You scoffed defensively.  “If you wanted to get me naked, you could’ve just asked.”

“I know, darling.  This was just to get you to slow down for once.”

You coughed a little, shocked by his brutal honesty.  “Damn, shots fired,” you mumbled to yourself, and he laughed.  

“Now, it’s your turn to see if you can get this tie off,” he smirked.  “And do hurry it up, so I can show you what happens when I get a checkmate.”

His apartment was, unshockingly, so much nicer than your dorm; so it wasn’t so odd that you spent most nights here each week.  Well, perhaps it was a little odd since you had practically moved in and you’d only been seeing him for a few months… but you were happy, and he was happy, and you were trying desperately not to overthink it.

Your schedule was carefully crafted so as not to include any Friday classes, but obviously as a professor his itinerary was a much more traditional 8-to-5 no matter the day of the week.  As a result, it was typical for you to lay around his place through most of the day, working on your laptop or occasionally mooching off of his HBO Max account.

You were doing just that when you heard the key in the front door, and you scrambled to turn the TV off so he wouldn’t think you were being lazy… but when he entered, you were still laying on the couch wrapped up in a blanket, so you didn’t exactly look productive either.

“Hey,” you greeted, sitting up and resting your arms on the back of the couch as he took his bag off his shoulder and hung up his jacket.

“Hey,” he mumbled in return, sounding a bit distracted and not even looking back at you.  You furrowed your brow as he sat down on the couch beside you, letting out a heavy breath and staring up at the ceiling.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked, pouting as you moved closer to straddle his lap and run your hands over his chest through his button-up.

“Well, the thing is,” he sighed, taking off his glasses with one hand to rub his eyes with the other, “tomorrow is my birthday.”

“Wh— that’s a good thing!” you scoffed.  “Let’s do something!”

“My fortieth birthday,” he clarified.  “Tomorrow, I will officially be twice your age.”

You sighed a bit.  “That really bothers you, doesn’t it…”

“Does it not bother you?  It should,” he snapped, deflating you instantly, and his tone softened.  “I’m sorry.  That was harsh… I just feel guilty, sometimes.  I wouldn’t want to take advantage—”

“I’m a grown adult, Helmut, I know I’m younger than you but I’m not a child and I can make my own choices.”

He nodded.  “You’re right.”

“So then what’s the problem?”

“I…” he paused for a moment, chewing his lip slightly as he gathered his thoughts.  “I would just hate to see you regret this.  And I think, when you’re older, you will.”

“Let me worry about that,” you frowned.  “The future can be dealt with later, we should enjoy the present while we can.”

He laughed softly.  “I think I have an idea of what you consider ‘enjoying the present’...”

You smiled as you leaned in closer, holding his face to press your lips against his.  It was pretty innocent at first, until his hands began to rest at your waist and you sighed slightly, feeling your hips shift above him.  He grinned, teeth gently nipping at your bottom lip.

“What do you know?  I was right,” he whispered.  “You’re turned on already.”

It made your cheeks burn when he called you out like that, like he was mocking you for how easily he could make you desperate, and you looked away in embarrassment.  “I can’t help it!” you defended in a pout.

“I know,” he cooed, kissing your cheek and neck softly.  “I think it’s sweet, really.”

That made your cheeks burn even more, and you looked back at him again to find his brown eyes sparkling.  “Really?”

“Really.”

You trailed your fingers over his cheeks, scratching his beard a little bit which made him scrunch up his nose.  “Well, I think you’re sweet,” you giggled.  “And you know something else?”

He raised an eyebrow and you leaned in to speak closer to his ear.

“I think it’s sexy that you’re twice my age,” you whispered.  “Well, that tomorrow you’ll be twice my age.”

“Yeah?” he pressed, fingers just barely grazing over your skin as they trailed down your legs.

“Yeah,” you nodded, moving your hands to his chest where you started to slowly unbutton his shirt as he sighed.

“That explains why you can’t seem to keep your hands off of me,” he chuckled, looking down to watch your fingers brush over the patch of hair on his chest and toy briefly with the necklace he wore.  

“Well, that’s more just because I know how good you can fuck me, and I’ll never be satisfied by anything else,” you admitted, biting your lip.

“Darling, I don’t think you’re even satisfied by me… I already made you come this morning, don’t you remember?”

“Yeah, but that was different,” you pouted, “that was your fingers and it was right before you had to leave and I was still half-asleep…”

“Whatever it is that you want, draga, just say it,” he ordered in a whisper, holding the back of your neck and pulling you closer so you had to look back at him.

It was a lot harder to say with him staring right at you, but you swallowed and did your best.  “Need you to fuck me.  Wanna feel you inside me, please.”

His only answer was a quick nod before he kissed you, rough and dominating, letting you cling onto him while he stood up and carried you to the bedroom, falling with you onto the mattress.

He made a big show of kissing his way down your body, tearing your clothes out of the way on his path, eventually leaving you in only your panties which he examined with a grin as he held your legs open.

A shiver ran up your spine when he caught the lace in his teeth and used only a playful bite to pull them down your legs.  

Once the panties were off your ankles and he had tossed them aside with a flick of his head, he held your thighs as he dove right in, lapping at you hungrily while you moaned and your back arched.

He purred against you when your fingers wove into his hair and tugged slightly, but you honestly didn’t even mean to do it: you just needed to hold onto something to keep yourself from falling back into oblivion, and it seemed like a more attractive option than the bedsheets.

His lips attaching onto you and sucking your clit hard was already overwhelming in its own rite, but then two thick fingers began to push into you and it was impossible not to cry out, your bottom lip falling from where it had been caught between your teeth.

“Fuck!” you yelped, hips shaking and trying to rock up against his face as he curled the tips of his fingers against your spot right away.

“Close already, draga?” he cooed, words muffled since he didn’t fully pull his mouth away from your body before he spoke.  “I’ve only just started.”

You could only nod and feel your face heat up even more; at this point you had no right to be embarrassed by how sensitive you were when he’d already proven to you over and over that he could bring you to the edge in minutes.  But still, apparently some little shred of shame was still left in you, and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was determined to train it out of you.

“If you’re close then now would be the time to start begging,” he reminded you as he moved his fingers faster and teased your clit with the tip of his tongue.

"Please, Helmut," you sobbed as you writhed uncontrollably, "I'm so close— fuck me, please, I want your cock."

"So you don't want to come on my fingers, then?  You don't want me to make you come with my mouth?"

"No, I want you to fuck me, please… you know I need to come around you."

Not one to let you down when you pleaded like that, he pulled his fingers out and suddenly flipped you onto your hands and knees, chuckling when you gasped.

“This is how you want it, isn’t it?” he presumed as you heard him finishing the undressing process behind you until you finally felt the head of his cock pressing against your soaking entrance.

“Yes,” you breathed, “just fuck me, please—”

You cut yourself off with a high-pitched noise when he shoved into you, this angle giving you no relief from how deep he was filling you.  One of his hands was beside yours, keeping him balanced upright above you, and you watched it tighten into a fist while the other slid up to hold your neck in a way that was simultaneously intimidating and soothing.

When he started to move, each stroke rubbed against your swollen spot and you struggled not to fall apart right there and then.

“So perfect,” he breathed right against your ear, almost like he was saying it to himself more than you, “you feel so fucking perfect, draga.”

Of course that would make your back arch even more, pushing him deeper into you in search of not only more friction within you but more of his praise whispered to you.

Soon it was you pushing back against him more than him fucking into you, and you felt his proud smile press against the curve of your neck.  “You need it that badly, darling?”

“Need you,” you whined back, not really capable of a full sentence at this point. 

“I know,” he whispered, soothing you with kisses all over your cheek and neck and shoulder.  “I know, poor thing, you just need to come, yes?”

Your mouth fell slack as you nodded, rocking back into him faster and more desperately than ever.

“You need me to make you come?”

“Yes, fuck, please!” you cried, hoping he wouldn’t get irritated with you becoming so demanding, but thankfully he obliged and held your body tight as he really fucked you then, hard and fast and completely unforgiving— exactly how you needed it.

Every part of your body seemed to tense up in time with each other: your toes curled, your hands gripped the sheets beneath you in fists, your walls fluttered and tightened around him.  

When you opened your mouth to speak, you genuinely didn’t know if you should expect a scream or a whisper.  What came out was somewhere in the middle, slightly choked and completely fucked-out.  “Please, don’t stop…”

“Couldn’t if I wanted to, draga,” he groaned, his fingers rubbing your clit roughly as he fucked you even harder, slamming into the deepest parts of you until you were choking on your own sobs.

"I— hng, Helmut, I'm—" you tried to warn him, but you couldn't even put a few words together.

"I know, darling," he cooed, "shh, just come, go ahead and come for me."

He sucked hard on your pulse as your legs quivered and your body gave out; if it weren’t for him holding you tight against him, you would’ve fallen on your face onto the bed (and you may not have even noticed if you did, since you were suddenly going numb and tingly everywhere).

Just past the ringing in your ears you could hear him muttering curses against your skin, in a few languages you didn’t speak, before switching back to English to praise you in a growl.  “I love feeling you come around me, draga, keep going— you’re squeezing me so tight that I can barely keep it together.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks from the force of it, and his hand reached up to wipe them away— a gesture much too tender considering the way he was pounding into you like he was out for revenge.

"Fuck, I'm close, so close," he breathed, grunting with every thrust into you.

"Come in me, I want it so bad, I need it…"

His teeth sunk into your neck, his lips sealing and sucking on the delicate skin, as he let out a muffled moan and began to fill you.  The warmth of it was always indescribable, but perfect; a heavy exhale of relief sunk from your chest out your lips.

You were able to stay like that for a long moment before he let you go and you inevitably fell limply onto the bed, just barely beginning to catch your breath and come back down to reality.

“Fuck, that’ll leave a mark,” you groaned as you rubbed where he’d bitten you, but you were smiling, too.

You watched him get up and stretch briefly; you were pretty impressed he was still energetic enough to do anything but collapse onto the bed beside you, though you certainly didn’t mind the view as he walked to the window and acquired a cigarette and his lighter.

“Isn’t smoking after sex a little stereotypical?” you chuckled softly.

He smirked back at you as he placed the end between his lips.  “It’s the only time I smoke, so I’m going to blame you for how many packs I’ve been going through,” he countered, words slightly muffled from holding the cigarette.  He struck his lighter and carefully lit the end, taking a slow inhale before letting the smoke out through his nose.

“Believe it or not, I didn’t have such an… appetite, before you,” you admitted.

“You’d never had anything worth craving before,” he shrugged; how dare he be so casually cocky like that?  How dare he be so accurate?

Deciding you definitely needed a shower (though you would’ve loved to lay there catatonic for a while longer), you managed to sit up and get off the bed.  The only problem was that you severely overestimated the awakeness of your legs, and when you tried to stand on them, they buckled right away.

He dashed across the room to catch you, concerned at first but then smirking around his cigarette as he looked down at you in his arms.  "Are you alright, darling?"

"Yeah, I'm good," you nodded breathlessly, balancing on his arms as you found your footing.  "Thanks."

“You don’t need my help in the shower?” he pressed.

You rolled your eyes as you laughed, letting go of his hands.  “We both know your ‘help’ isn’t going to get me clean.”

“You’ve got me there,” he admitted, raising his hands in relent as he returned to the window while you finished your delicate trek to the bathroom and reached into the shower to turn on the stream of hot water.

Though the shower thankfully did get the sweat off of you and (most of) the come out of you, it could never wash away the feeling of his touch, the little bruises in the shape of his lips or fingertips, and thank god that it couldn’t— your heart might break if they ever faded.

Of course, that made you start wondering which made you start overthinking (a common shower pastime for you) and suddenly a pang of fearful guilt started to throb in your gut as you wondered if your feelings were becoming too strong.  

You pushed the thought away and finished up your shower, deciding now was not the time to worry where this affair was going.  Didn’t you deserve to do something fun and crazy and a little bit dangerous for once?  At least you weren’t in his class anymore so what you were doing was less ‘wrong’ and more just ‘probably a bad idea.’

But this bad idea had been going on for a few months now and sometimes it felt like you were barreling towards an inevitable breaking point.  Could any relationship that began in the way yours had find longevity?  Is that even what you wanted?

Okay, so maybe you didn’t really manage to successfully stop worrying about it, and you sighed absent-mindedly as you dried off with a borrowed towel.  If anything could soothe your racing mind, it was coming back to the bedroom to find Helmut in bed, his cigarette finished and replaced with a book and his reading glasses.

The way he smiled when he saw you was infectious, and he extended his arm out in invitation for you to join him and, well, that offer was irresistible.

You beamed as you jumped onto the mattress, which had settled from its bouncing by the time you found a comfortable spot on his shoulder and lifted your leg to drape over his.  

Your head found a place on his chest while your fingers traced over it, trailing down at one point to his stomach where you delicately traced over the scars there— the ones you’d been too afraid to ask about before now.

“What happened?” you asked softly.  “The scars…”

“A dog mauled me when I was little,” he remembered flatly as he turned a page in his book.  

“Oh no!”

“Not as bad as it sounds, I can’t even remember it now,” he shrugged.

“Anything interesting?” you asked, motioning to the book and looking up at his profile as he returned to his thoughtful reading.

“Something horrifically boring,” he answered flatly, looking over at the bedside table when his phone vibrated on top of it.  Setting the book down and grabbing the phone instead, he squinted as he looked at the bright screen.

“What is it?” you asked after a brief struggle not to be nosy.

"Another professor in the department is offering to take me out for drinks, for my birthday," he explained as he examined the message.

"That's sweet of him," you smiled.  "You should go!"

"Well, actually it's a 'her,'" he corrected.

Oh no, there it was, stirring in your stomach: jealousy, for no good reason, with no right to start stirring in your chest.  Of course in your mind, this female professor was sexy and sophisticated in a way you couldn't be, someone who could keep up with his discussions about history and politics that you barely understood, someone who could do all those things you couldn’t do. 

Including, you know, going to bars… like the one she was inviting him to now, on the night of his birthday.

“Well that’s… nice,” you mumbled.  “Is it just you and her, or…?”

He paused as he processed the question, before suddenly smirking and setting his phone down to stare back at you.  “Do you think she’s asking me on a date?”

You couldn’t parse at first if he was asking you because he thought you were being ridiculous for thinking it, or because he genuinely wanted your perspective— as if he would be happy if she was.  It made a lump form in your throat that you couldn’t quite swallow down.  “I… I don’t know, maybe?” you shrugged.  “How old is she?” you, morbid curiosity getting the better of you.

“I don’t know, 30-something?  Like I will be for the next—” he paused to puff his cheeks with a sigh and glance at his watch— “5 hours or so.”

You tried to hide your disappointment that he didn’t give a number like 60 or more.  “I don’t think you’re allowed to say 30 ‘something’ when the ‘something’ is 9,” you snorted.

“Okay, she’s in her late 30s then,” he decided.

“Well, that’s…” you trailed off. 

“What?” he pressed.

“I guess it’s probably a date, then,” you decided.

“It’s definitely not,” he shook his head.

“Does she know that?” you shot back, regretting it once you said it.

“Seriously?” he laughed.  “Do you think something is going to… happen between her and I, at this bar?”

“Well, maybe not at the bar, she’ll probably drive you to her place in her BMW or whatever,” you scoffed.

“Draga, she’s a history professor, she can’t afford a BMW,” he smirked, kissing your forehead.  

“Okay, but she has a car, and an apartment, and a job— you know, maybe she’s more ‘in your league’,” you proposed.

He laughed again.  “Yes, maybe she is.  And maybe you’re out of my league.  So I think we’ve established that it would be entirely uneconomic for me to be with her instead of you.”

You noticed the way he said ‘being with’ and not ‘date’ in reference to this.  Because you two weren’t, technically, dating, even if he did take you on what could be considered dates by most of the population.  “People do uneconomic things all the time,” you mumbled back, and he let out a little sigh as he looked down at you.

“Darling, I am entirely disinterested in pursuing another woman… as well as physically incapable.  I can barely keep up with you, how do you expect me to entertain somebody else?”

You swallowed, feeling a bit guilty for bringing it up at all.  “I’m sorry, it’s really none of my business,” you sighed, “I didn’t mean to ask you for anything, you can make your own decisions and I know we said this wasn’t—”

“Shh,” he interrupted to hug you tighter, “you’re overthinking again.  I’m not going to sleep with someone else—”

“But I’m saying you could, if you wanted to, I’d just want you to tell me since we aren’t using condoms and we would probably just call it off—”

“Baby,” he smiled, making you look up at him as he reached down to hold your face in his hand, “I just want you.”

You choked on nothing in particular, feeling so vulnerable so suddenly.  “O-okay…”

He held your head close to his chest and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, while you were still reeling from that statement; you didn’t know exactly what it meant— it certainly implied exclusivity, but not necessarily any romantic contexts, right?  To ‘want’ someone can mean a lot of things… sexual, mainly, which is what you assumed he was referring to.

And you were definitely not disappointed if he only wanted you in only that way, but you couldn’t swallow down the longing stirring inside you, the unforgettable knowledge that you wanted him in every way that could be meant.  Best of all, you wanted him all to yourself, but you were too self-conscious to bring up the exclusivity talk and you were too happy now to risk messing it all up with pesky emotions.  It was just amazing sex, between two people who thankfully managed to get along well outside the bedroom as well, and there was absolutely wrong with that.

If nothing else, you knew a lot more about history than you did a few months ago, so if it all ended tomorrow, at least you would have some fun facts about Sokovia to show for it.

When your friend Kacey told you there was a house party this weekend, you were originally going to say no… but the house in question was actually just down the block from Helmut’s apartment, so you knew if you hated it you could leave easily.  Maybe getting out would do you some good, and it was the same night that Helmut was going out with his friends for his birthday so the timing was convenient.  He encouraged you not to wait for him alone and bored all night; this seemed like the perfect way to avoid that.

And maybe if you were getting dressed up all sexy to go out to a party at the same time he was supposed to leave for the bar, you could convince him to ditch them and spend his birthday fucking you senseless.

When he caught a glimpse of you while he walked past the bathroom, he stopped suddenly and you grinned as you turned to face him.  "Whaddya think?" you asked proudly, letting him get an eyeful of your outfit.

“You look…” he trailed off, scanning the skin-tight dress with wide eyes.  “Do you always dress this way for parties?”

You shrugged.  “Most of the time, yeah.”

“Remind me to take you out more,” he nodded.  “Or never let you go out without me again.”

“You don’t think it’s too revealing, do you?” you teased, stepping closer.

“Oh no, don’t play that game with me,” he laughed.  “Don’t try to make me jealous just so I’ll get rough with you.”

You frowned, crossing your arms.  

“Does that tactic usually work on whatever boys you were seeing before me?” he smirked, and something about the way he called them boys made you feel all tingly and suddenly you were not the one in control anymore.  You nodded shyly and he stepped up to you, pulling you into a soft kiss.  You tried to deepen it but he moved back too soon, leaving you wanting more like he could do so effortlessly.  “I’ll see you tonight, have fun at your party.”

He left you with one more kiss, to your forehead this time, and you were almost more impressed than irritated at how he managed to make sure you’d be thinking only of him all night long.

Not too much later after he’d driven off, you left on foot for the party— though you definitely considered cancelling last minute and just moping around his apartment, staring forlornly out the window wondering when your husband former professor turned not-exactly boyfriend would return from the war bar.

But you had a point to prove to yourself, as well as Helmut and Kacey, and so you finished primping and found the walk rather pleasant in terms of scenery (if irritating in terms of fashion).

As far as house parties go, it wasn't quite a rager but not exactly a casual hangout either; you could hear the music from across the block, though faintly, as bass reverberated through the ground and into your platforms while your friend waved you down from the porch, calling your name.

She met you at the sidewalk just in front of the house, pulling you into a tight hug; you had been worried at first that you were overdressed (or, in a certain sense, underdressed), but her outfit was significantly more revealing than yours; a two-piece with her stomach and belly button piercing exposed.  

“You look hot,” Kacey beamed when she pulled back from the hug.

“You think so?  I’m a bit out of practice,” you admitted.

“Glad you could dust off the heels and join us,” she winked.

“Us?”

She glanced back towards the house.  “Yeah, Pia’s here— somewhere…”

Another junior in your major; as the most social girls in the computer science undergraduate stratosphere, the three of you were sort of forced to be friends, but thankfully it wasn’t for naught and you got along well.  Sometimes Kacey could be a bit… effervescent for your taste, in the sense that she was one of those bubbly outgoing types and had more energy than you knew what to do with.  Pia was more reserved but acquiescent, which meant she ended up pulled along on whatever adventures Kacey got herself into you.  And then there was you, who had been blowing them off every weekend with a list of increasingly-absurd excuses: sick dog, sick cousin, sick self (both migraines and menstrual cramps), heavy homework load— you know, the usual suspects— all in the name of hanging out with Helmut.

You considered yourself lucky that they still wanted to hang out with you, after you’d been AWOL this long, and you feared that they would understandably want an explanation.

Following Kacey inside the house, you tried not to wince at the volume of the music— a live band, it turns out, and not a very good one— and grabbed a stray drink from a table on your way to wherever you were being guided.

Pia was sitting on the arm of a couch, listening to a very stoned young man talk about the meaning of life and the universe, but she smiled when she saw you and Kacey, getting up to greet you.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you in forever!” she frowned playfully, hugging you quickly.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you mumbled.  

“We should catch up!  How have you been?” she pressed, tilting her head.

“You’re sure you don’t wanna miss this TED talk?” you snorted, glancing over at the guy who had changed topics slightly and seemed to have confused string beans with string theory.

“I’ve heard better philosophy from the back of cereal boxes,” she laughed, but right as she said it the band finished their song and everyone glanced in your direction, including the heartbroken hippy himself.  “Uh, sorry,” she winced, and Kacey laughed as she guided the three of you away.

“I’m gonna get us some drinks, wait here,” Kacey decided once she found a new corner to lounge in, but Pia abandoned you soon afterward in search of a bathroom, leaving you to do what you did best at parties: stand around and avoid everyone’s attention.

You were surprised to hear your name from behind you, and when you whipped your head around you saw a tall guy with a wide smile looking down at you.

“Professor Zemo, right?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, and you nearly choked on your drink.

“Wh— what about him?” you stammered out.

“We had his class together,” he explained.  “I sat behind you.”

“Oh!” you smiled, relieved.  “Right, um, yeah…”

“Trey,” he finished for you.

“Trey!” you repeated, nodding.  “I knew that… hi, Trey, good to see you.”

“How’s life been treating you since you set the curve in that class?” he grinned.

“I don’t think he even graded on a curve,” you mumbled.  “But, um, good.  Just… livin’ it up,” you decided, cringing internally at your own wording.

“Yeah?  I haven’t seen you in any other history classes,” he noticed.

“Oh, I’m not a history major,” you explained quickly.  “Computer science.”

He chuckled incredulously, wrinkling his eyebrows.  “What were you doing in a history seminar?”

Fucking the professor.  “Elective,” you shrugged.  

“So you’re just a hobby history buff then?” he presumed.

“No, I actually kinda hate history, I prefer to live in the present,” you decided, “but, y’know, underwater basket-weaving didn’t have any seats left…”

He snorted out a laugh, a little too hard for the quality of the joke, and you realized this was probably flirting.  You’d never really seen it up this close, so you couldn’t be sure… and considering how he looked in his jeans with the shirt half-unbuttoned, you weren’t exactly mad about it…

But it made you feel sort of sick to your stomach.  It made you feel guilty, on behalf of Helmut but even moreso for Trey who was totally sweet and smart and deserved to be spending this energy on somebody who could appreciate it.

“Want another drink?  Looks like yours is almost empty,” he motioned to your red plastic cup.  

“Oh, um, I would but… I think my friends are coming over here,” you dismissed, hoping he would take the hint without taking it too hard.  He seemed to understand, giving you a nod and a wave before he disappeared into the crowd right as Pia grabbed your arm.

“Who was that?” she asked right away, giving you a look that you chose to ignore.

“Trey, he sat behind me in my history class last semester.”

“He’s cute,” Pia winked, leaning against the wall beside you.  “And definitely into you.”

“Well, that’s… good for him, I suppose,” you stammered.

“Are you gonna go for it?  Get his number?” she pressed.

“Uh, probably not,” you decided, “I’m gonna get another drink—”

Before you could walk away, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you back.  “Hey, what’s the deal?  You seem kinda out of it.”

“Oh, well, I just— I guess I’m not as much into the party scene as I used to be.”

“I’m using my psychology major mind-reading powers,” she warned, waving her fingers at you like she was casting some mystical spell while you leaned back and squinted.

“Um, that’s definitely not how that works—”

“You’re acting weird becaaauuuusee… you’re totally hung up on somebody else and feel guilty flirting with guys here even though you know you shouldn’t,” she announced, crossing her arms proudly when your dumbfounded expression gave away her accuracy.

“How did you—?”

“Lucky guess.  So who is it?!” she grinned.

“Uh—”

Kacey, summoned by the smell of gossip, seemed to appear from thin air at your other side.  “Who is who?” she smirked.

You glanced around at the crowded room of students and decided this was definitely not the place to talk about such an illicit affair, taking them by the hand and dragging them into a more private room of the house.  Finding a seat on a chair as the girls gathered around you (oddly reminiscent of a childhood storytime, except this story was going to be a lot more mature than those), you prepared to answer as many of their questions as you could.

As a European, Zemo was quite well-practiced at going out to bars with friends, but in America it was a very different experience.  It took him twice the alcohol to get half as drunk as his colleagues, meaning by the time he was feeling a decent buzz, everyone else had foolishly tried to keep up and ended up totally sloshed.

The person who had initially suggested this event (as well as the one you had foolishly felt some sort of jealousy for), Dr. Josten, had actually respected her own limits and left first while she was still good to drive, meaning Zemo was left only with men who couldn’t hold their liquor or their tongues.

Case in point, a bunch of his fellow professors were now trying to convince him to go up to the bar and flirt with a woman in a red dress.

“No, no way,” Zemo shook his head, “I’m not doing that.”

“You could totally take her home, just tell her it’s your birthday!” Professor Bram, from the English department, suggested with an elbow digging a bit too hard into Zemo’s side.

“Does that normally work?” he asked bewilderedly.

"I mean, not for me… but it could work for you!  Ladies love an accent."

“You’ve been teaching stateside for over a year now, Zemo, it’s time for you to experience American women,” one of them laughed.

“Who says I haven’t?” he mumbled to himself before another sip of his vodka, but unfortunately some of the others heard him as well and he got a playful punch to the shoulder.

“I can’t believe you didn’t say anything!  Was it just a hook-up or what?”

“No, I… well, I’m seeing someone, I suppose is the way to put it,” he clarified.

“How long?” Kacey asked you first, right away, as she leaned in excitedly.

“Um, a few months now,” you realized.

“No, I mean how long,” she smirked, gesturing with her hands to indicate length, and you snorted.

“Jesus, I’m not telling you that!”

“Buzzkill,” she rolled her eyes.

“Plenty long enough, that’s all I’ll say,” you laughed.

“How’d you meet her?” Professor Carpenter (another history department veteran) asked.  “I mean, you’re never anywhere but work… is it someone you work with?”

“In a sense…” Zemo trailed off.

“So, is he in one of your classes?” Pia wondered aloud.

“Um, he was, last semester,” you agreed.  It wasn’t false, by any means, but definitely not the entire truth, either.

"So, another lecturer,” Professor Chen (Zemo was about 80% sure he was in the political science department) nodded thoughtfully.  

“Gotta be somebody from the Women’s Studies department,” Bram smirked proudly, despite it not being a statement to be proud of at all.

“Or is it that woman here on the visiting scholar program, the temporary lecturer in neurology?” Carpenter jumped in.

“No, he said she was American, c’mon, keep up,” Bram frowned as he slapped Carpenter on the padded shoulder.

“Delta or Sigma?” Kacey squinted, like it was an interrogation.

“Not a frat guy, some of us have standards Kace,” you scoffed.

“Hey!” Pia gasped, offended on Kacey’s behalf.

“Nah, she’s right,” Kacey soothed.

“She’s not a lecturer, okay?” Zemo hissed, tired of having basically every department of the university listed to him (including some he didn’t realize existed).  “She’s not faculty.”

“...staff?” Chen posited.

“What, you mean like the janitor?  No, not staff,” Zemo rolled his eyes.  “I shouldn’t have said anything.  It’s none of your business.”

“It doesn’t matter!  What’s with the secrecy?”

“I haven’t told anyone about it yet, and I don’t think I’ve had enough alcohol to start now,” he frowned.

“Which of your classes was he in, then?” Pia asked, shifting her line of questioning (and unfortunately looking in the right direction).

“Um, that history thing I took last semester,” you answered.

“That guy from before was in your history class!  Should we just ask him who it is?” Pia grinned mischievously.

You cursed yourself for giving away too much.

“I’ll go find him and see if he’s going to give us more to work with you than you,” Kacey decided, already standing up to walk out of the room.

“No, wait!” you yelped, pulling her back; you didn’t want to tell them anymore, but you couldn’t afford if someone like Trey found out.  Telling Kacey and Pia wasn’t ideal, but at least they could be trusted with a secret.  “I’ll tell you, okay?  Fuck, I don’t even know how to say this…”

Chen tossed up his hands in defeat.  “Alright, the only reason you could be so weird about this is if it’s somebody totally forbidden—”

Zemo’s chest tightened as he worried they would figure it out.

“Like, I don’t know, an adjunct or something.”

“An adjunct?  Are you out of your mind?” Zemo spat.

“Hey, no judgment in brainstorming,” Carpenter defended.

“You think I would be this protective about it if it was an adjunct?” Zemo continued.

“Listen, we’re not gonna think less of you, whatever it is— and we’re not gonna tattle on you,” Bram assured.  “Just get it off your chest while the liquor’s flowing, half of us aren’t even gonna remember it tomorrow anyways.”

“I’m dating a professor,” you blurted out.

“She’s a student,” he finally interjected, the entire table suddenly going dead silent.

“...a grad student?” one of them pressed, making Zemo swallow uncomfortably.

“Um, no… she’s actually… twenty,” he admitted.

“Holy shit,” Pia gasped.  “You actually did it…”

“We bow to your hoe powers,” Kacey spoke reverently, clasping her hands as if in prayer.  “We’ve all dreamed of bagging a hot professor and now you made it a reality.  Please, O Queen, teach us in your ways.”

“It’s not like that,” you defended.

“Is she at least getting a better grade out of you for it?” Carpenter joked.

“No, it’s not like that,” he dismissed, “she passed my class with flying colors quite some time ago.”

“Okay, but was that before or after you slept with her?”

“It was irrelevant to the fact that I slept with her.”

“So, after,” Chen assumed with a smirk.

“Yes, after,” Zemo finally admitted, “but she’s not my student anymore.”

“Is she your girlfriend then?”

You gnawed on the inside of your cheek.  “We… haven’t really had that conversation yet.  I keep meaning to, but then… one thing always seems to lead to another…”

“Oh really?” Pia grinned.  “So what’s he like?”

“Sensitive…” you mumbled right away, “patient, weirdly funny though I don’t think he realizes it.”

“I know I’m going to sound like every creep who ever preyed on young women, but she’s very mature for her age,” Zemo explained.  “Incredibly thoughtful.  Wise beyond her years.”

“No, no,” Johnston shook his head, “what’s she like.”

"It's nothing like how it is with guys our age,” you gushed, clutching your blanket tighter to your chest.  “He's so attentive, and sensual, and he can go for hours," you explained as your teeth sunk into your bottom lip at the memories playing on repeat in your mind.

"You must understand that she's nothing like women our age, at least not any that I've met," he nodded as his friends set down their drinks to lean in close.  He was sure this was more attention than he'd ever gotten for one of his lectures.  "She's… insatiable.  She wants to go again and again and I'm just trying to keep her from getting injured or something, poor thing."

"So she likes it rough?" one of them presumed with a toothy grin.

"She's so inexperienced she doesn't really know what she likes yet.  She's learning with me.  So we try everything."

"Everything?" one of the girls repeated as she widened her eyes.

Your face warmed up as you cleared your throat.  "I mean… yeah…"

"So, anal?"

You choked on nothing, which said more than any answer could.

"I shouldn’t talk about this with you,” he decided, shaking his head.

“Come on, you don’t have to tell us everything, just give us something to work with here,” Carpenter pleaded.  

“I don’t want to know what you mean by work with,” Zemo shuddered.

“At least tell us how you got her to sleep with you,” Chen compromised.

“Or let us do a guest lecture in your class so we can try to find our own undersexed sorority girls,” Bram added.

“Jesus, how many times do I have to say it’s not like that?” you frowned.  “I’m not turning this into some fucked up teacher-student dating service.”

“You keep saying what it isn’t like but you won’t tell us what it is,” Kacey noted.  “I mean, is it serious?”

“All I can say for sure is that I feel pretty serious about it,” Zemo tried to explain.  

“...are you in love with her?”

He cleared his throat, suddenly deciding now was the perfect time to finish his drink.

“Love?” you repeated, voice cracking.  “I don’t… know about that,” you stammered.

But the really upsetting thing was that you did know, and you hadn’t let yourself think about it until now.  It hadn’t been long enough to justify feelings like that, and the last thing you wanted to be was the naïve girl who caught feelings when all the guy was looking for was sex.

“It’s not just sex,” he announced.  “It’s something really real.   I didn’t know that I could—”

He stopped himself.

“I haven’t felt this way since—” he began, but stopped again.  “I don’t know.  Just, be careful how you talk about her.”

“Oh, you’re really whipped,” Bram chuckled.

“She’s incredible; you’d understand if you met her.”

“Then let us meet her!”

For a moment, he actually considered it; he wasn’t sure if you thought that you were at the ‘meeting friends’ stage, and considering the cultural difference it was going to be a unique one for sure.  Would you ask him to hang out with your friends?  He didn’t even know what that would look like.

“She seems like someone worth getting to know,” Bram agreed, and Zemo grimaced at the predatory look in his eyes.

“Fuck off,” he sneered, and Chen patted him on the back.

“Good move.  I’d be keeping her to myself, too… otherwise she might end up upgrading to a tenured professor like myself,” he beamed.

“Better watch out before Chen here steals your girl, Zemo,” Carpenter warned.

“She can’t be stolen,” Zemo assured.

“Yeah, you say that now…” Bram trailed off.

“Care to finish that sentence?” Zemo snarled.

“Well, think of it this way.  Most students wouldn’t fuck their professor,” Bram explained.  “But those that would, usually wouldn’t only fuck one.”

He didn’t punch him in the face because it was crude.  Sure, that was a factor, but it wasn’t the real reason.  He punched him in the face because it sounded like it actually made sense.

He punched him in the face because he couldn’t understand why it made him so angry; so what if he was just one of your exploits?  What difference did it make?  After all, you’d just said the night before that he was free to pursue others, and he couldn’t quite appreciate yet why that didn’t feel like freedom at all.

From a certain point of view, he knew he should just appreciate that you were with him at all, irrelevant to whoever else you might be with or would potentially be with in the future.  But from another, and much more salient, point of view, he wanted you all to himself.  And he hated that.

Like all good anger, his anger in that moment was born of fear, and he’d never been so afraid that he was just the lucky target of your promiscuous phase.  As selfish as it was, he wanted to think of himself as more than that.

And now that he was getting thrown out of a bar on his own birthday, contemplating the paperwork he would have to fill out tomorrow after punching a coworker tonight, he’d never thought of himself as less.

Much to your delight, he returned relatively early for a guy coming back from a bar on his birthday— 11:57 p.m., specifically— but it made sense for him being a responsible professor and all.

Well, mostly responsible.  After all, he still had his former student waiting for him when he got back, perched on the couch expectantly.  As fun as the third degree had been with Kacey and Pia, you wanted to be here when he got back— and now that they finally understood the real reason you were leaving early, they were more than supportive (perhaps a little too supportive, with their rather graphic suggestions and… hand gestures).

You didn’t stay on his couch for long, though; you got up and met him at the door as he slipped off his coat and hung it up nearby.

“How was your night out?” you asked softly, reaching up to rub his chest through his shirt.

“Um, it was good,” he nodded, “I missed you though.”

“I missed you, too,” you sighed.  “I was here all by myself thinking about the present I want to give you.”

“I told you not to get anything for me,” he remembered, gasping slightly when you pushed him back against the door.

“Just be gracious and accept your gift, okay?” you whispered, starting to kneel down and open his belt.

“O-oh,” he breathed.

You palmed his cock through his trousers, biting your lip as you felt it swelling already.  “I didn’t wrap this gift… and I forgot to get you a card to go with it.”

“Somehow I think I’ll find it in my heart to forgive you,” he chuckled, though his smile dropped when you pulled his cock out and stroked it slowly.  You had meant to tease him a bit but you found yourself sucking on the head already, too desperate for even your own plans; not that he had any issue with it, you could hear his breathing quicken as you bobbed your head slowly and stroked what your lips couldn’t reach.

He was still getting harder and the feeling of it on your tongue was so hot it was almost distracting, it made you want to reach down under your dress but you knew you were going to need your full attention on him if you were going to do this properly.

Closing your eyes, you kept taking him deeper and deeper until your lips met the base of his cock while his tip was lodged deep down your throat.

“Fffuck,” he hissed, “where did you learn how to do that?”

You pulled back and took a breath, stroking his cock as you responded.  “I’ve been practicing, all for you.”

It made his cock flex in your hand to imagine you gagging on your fingers or a toy in hopes of learning how to deepthroat him, let alone to know that it worked.

You took him in your mouth again, swirling your tongue around his slit until he reached down to grab your hair— not hard enough to guide your movements, he was still letting you set your own pace, but hard enough to tug at the roots and make you moan around him.  Slowly, you sunk down again, humming and swallowing around him, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

“You’re too fucking perfect,” he sighed, watching closely as you pulled off of him even slower, running your lips and tongue over every part of him.  “You— fuck, you really don’t need to do this.”

“I want to,” you breathed, darting your tongue out to give a wide lick to his head.  “I’m already so wet just from this, Helmut… I want you to fuck my face.”

“Shit,” he cursed, gripping your hair tighter.  “You’re sure?”

You smiled and nodded.

“Then open your mouth."

Never one to turn down an instruction like that, you let your mouth fall slack and hummed a bit as he pushed his cock forward past your waiting lips.  After that it was just a matter of letting your throat relax and focusing on your limited chances to breath as he held your head and guided you.  

Whatever discomfort came from having your throat filled so deep was heavily outweighed by the incredible feeling of being used— it sounds debasing, but the way he stammered out praises made you feel anything but degraded.

“So good,” he grunted, “look up at me, darling, show me how good you look choking on me— fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

You were trying to be sexy, here on your knees in this tight dress and heels, but he had you feeling small and delicate saying things like that.

“Such a good girl,” he breathed; you had to shut your eyes then because you couldn’t hear that and look up at him or you were going to end up having to throw these panties out.

The volume of his moans was one thing, but the desperation in them was another; and both of them made it clear he was close, and you wanted to finish him off like this more than anything.

“Fuck— I’ll come,” he warned, “is that what you want?  To swallow it?”

You hummed in appreciation, hoping that would get your message across well; and it certainly seemed to, considering he bucked up into your throat more erratically than ever, moaning loudly with each thrust.

Hot come painted the back of your throat, so deep you never really got a chance to consider the taste although you imagined a night of drinking wouldn’t have done him any favors there.  Not that you minded; it was him and that was enough to make you moan with delight as he filled your mouth.

“Fuck,” he sighed, pumps of come slowing down to a stop as he relaxed against the door and caught his breath.  The moment of calm didn’t last as you started to gently suckle on his softening cock, making him tense up and suck in a sharp breath through his teeth.  “Nonono,” he chuckled breathlessly, pulling you off of him as you smiled mischievously, “it’d be a shame if I died on my birthday.”

“But what a way to go, hm?” you laughed as he helped you up from the floor.  “Not your birthday anymore anyways,” you noted, tapping on his watch, “it’s 12:02.”

“I hope you don’t think that means the party’s over,” he smirked, picking you up suddenly, making you laugh in surprise as he started to carry you to the bedroom.  “I’m officially a man in his forties with something to prove, so we’ll be going all night, draga.”

[imthebadguyyy]

You're All Mine

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - Things get slightly out of hand at a party where you decide to act up, and Lewis shows you just exactly who you belong to. P.S - He makes you wear that damn jacket.

Warnings - smut, swearing, possessiveness (brought to you by the fashion king that is Sir Lewis Hamilton, because that jacket did things okay?

A/N- OC (Thomas) has nothing to do with any of Lewis's friends in real life.

Also shoutout to @grandestrategia and @lights-out-in-monaco for helping me 💙

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iThrowing a party to get together was always a fun idea to get the chance to socialize, meet new people, dance, get drunk and spend quality time with your friends and family. But throwing a party after three back to back race weeks was not really a great idea, mainly because it meant your boyfriend groaning and moaning about how he didn't want to spend time with anyone else but you. That was exactly what was happening at present, as you swiped a tube of crimson lipstick across your lips, while Lewis sat on the bed, in a black shirt and his purple customised jacket, with his arms crossed across his chest, reminding you of a toddler who was told to go to bed early.

"I don't get why you had to throw a party today, of all times" he grumbled for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "Okay baby, I love you, I really do, but I swear, if you say that one more time I will strangle you" you replied, setting the lipstick back down, and reaching for a bottle of perfume on your dressing table. "I'm just saying, I feel like spending time with you now, and yes, I love that you decided to call my friends and family over, but I kinda just wanted to have some you and me time" he said, eyes following your movements as you sprayed the perfume behind your ears, on your wrists, and lightly over your body, "You'll have me to yourself from the moment they leave, till you have to fly for your race again. And I promise, we can do whatever you want" you said, reaching up to smooth your hair. Far too preoccupied with fixing the flyaway strands of hair, you didn't notice him standing up and standing right behind you. "Whatever I want hmm? I know exactly what I want baby. But I just can't get it right now. You know why? Because I want to bend you over and take you right here, right now. But because you decided to throw a party instead of spending time together, you'll have to wait a little longer than necessary to have my head in between your thighs, my fingers in you, and my cock in your cunt. And guess whose fault it is? Yours, my darling. It's your fault" he growled in your ear, smirking when a soft moan slipped past your lips.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? For me to bend you over and take you here? When our guests could be here at any minute?" he continued, lips resting just near the outer shell of your ear. You couldn't even answer, feeling the arousal grow in between your thighs, as your heartbeat seemed to slow down for just a second, before it seemed to hammer against your chest almost as if it wanted to just burst out of your chest. "Tell me darling. Would you like that?" "Ye-" your reply was cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing, signalling the arrival of one of your guests. "Saved by the bell, hmm? You didn't have to answer. But I promise baby, when they're gone, I'm gonna make you scream my name so loud, if our neighbours aren't on a first name basis with us tomorrow, I'll be very, very surprised. And leaving you a aroused, horny mess, he went down to open the door.

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About half an hour later, the party was in full swing. You had invited some of your friends and some family members, and turning to look over your shoulder, you saw Lewis chatting with his dad and Nicolas, a glass of wine in his hand as he laughed at something his brother told him. Smiling, you turned back, to see one of Lewis's friends making his way over to you, two glasses of champagne in his hand. You enjoyed mingling with his friends, and you had met Neymar Jr, Odell Beckham Junior, and other really awesome people. Smiling at Thomas, who was one of Lewis's newer friends, you accepted the glass, your third glass of champagne and your fifth drink all together, hovering between the lines of tipsy and drunk.

Thomas, (the friend, idk I just made him up) offered you a glass of champagne, and you gladly took a sip, enjoying the buzz as the alcohol ran through your veins, filling you with a calm happiness. Maybe it was the alcohol in your veins and the promise of a really good time that made you decide to push Lewis's buttons just a little bit, to ensure that you were really in for it. Giggling at a joke his friend made, you threw your head back laughing, letting your hand rest on Thomas's shoulder, before letting it move to your hair, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, teeth sinking softly down onto your lower lip.

From where he was standing, Lewis looked over to see where you were, his grip on his glass tightening when he saw you laugh and rest your hand on his friend's shoulder. His eyes darkening when he saw you twirl a strand of hair around your finger, and bite your lip softly, knowing all too well what you were doing. It was working. As you giggled again, tilting your head back laughing, and nodding a quick 'I'll be back soon', to his dad, he walked towards the both of you, his eyes fixed on the way you kept twirling your hair around your fingers.

"Hi baby. You having a fun time?" he asked you, standing next to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. "Yeah I am! Are you having fun?" you replied, letting your head droop onto his shoulder. "Yeah I am my love, thank you so much for planning it" he murmured in your ear, ignoring the fact that his friend was standing right in from of him, probably getting a free show. His hands splayed out on the leathery material of your black skirt, enjoying the coolness of the material and the feel of a section of your skin against his palms. The black outfit you had put on was a black leather top and skirt, that clung onto your body like a vice, as he moved his hand to the back of your skirt, moving so Thomas couldn't see what he was doing.

"And what about you Thomas, are you having a good time?" you asked the man, feeling Lewis tense up behind you. "Yup I am! Thanks so much for inviting us all, its a great party" he replied, flashing the both of you a smile. "We're glad you're having fun" Lewis replied, his hand moving to your ass, squeezing ever so discreetly. "Yup I know! Great to see you too, man! Your last races have been great, you deserve a break" Thomas kept talking, blissfully unaware of how you were squirming, your arousal pooling in between your thighs as he ran his fingers up your thighs, in between your underwear and the skirt. He moved his body so the lower half of your body was not visible to anyone else.

Pressing your lips together to keep a sound from escaping, you tried your hardest to hold yourself together, but it was damn hard when you could begin to feel the liquid threatening to run down your thighs and make a mess in front of everyone. "Moving your hand to the back to squeeze his thigh, silently begging him to just take you to the bedroom and fuck you senseless. Feeling your desperation, Lewis smirked softly, before turning to Thomas. "If you don't mind Thomas, I think I left my phone in the bedroom, I'll just go get it" "Yeah sure" Thomas replied, as you turned and made your way up the stairs to the master bedroom. But before you could go and sit on the bed, a pair of arms grabbed you around your waist, and pulled you into the master bathroom that was connected to your room.

Lewis turned your body around, the rough movement taking your breath away, before he crashed his lips down onto yours, his hands sliding down to your as again, squeezing hard, causing a moan to slip out your lips, your arms tightening around his neck. "I saw you trying to rile me up baby. All giggly and flirty, and that whole fiasco with you messing with your hair, hmm? Only I can pull your hair, and only I can tug on it. You like it when I do that, don't you? When I tug your hair, and your head falls back, and those sounds slip out of your lips and I can see how much you like it" The moan that slipped past your lips went straight to his cock, hardening under his pants.

"Words baby, words. Do you like it?" he asked, his fingers running along the waistband of your leather skirt, tugging the skirt down your legs. "I do, I really do! please, please do something, I need you so bad" you whined, your hands unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt, and tugging his purple jacket down his shoulders. "Patience my baby. Good things take time. So desperate for it, I can see your wetness dripping, but you aren't getting off that easily after that stunt you pulled. But I promised you that I'd give you a good time, and I always keep my promises" Another desperate whimper left your lips, and you dragged the jacket down his torso, letting it drop to the floor.

"No no no. I want you to put that on. Or even better..." he mumbled finishing his sentence halfway, picking up the jacket from the floor. He pushed you down on the bed, grabbing your wrists in his hands, before pushing you back up to the headboard. Then he took the jacket up to your hands, tying one side to the headboard of the King sized bed, and the other end around your hands. "There we go, all tied up and gorgeous for me. Do your wrists burn with my name baby? Do you like how my name is tied onto your skin?" he asked, eyeing how the 'HAMILTON' part of the jacket was tied around your wrist. "I bet you like it don't you? That stinging sensation? I cannot wait to taste you my love, all wet and dripping for me" he continued, moving down to press his lips to your neck. He pushed his tongue out onto your skin, sucking the spot before licking over the spot repeatedly, letting his teeth sink onto a pulse point, shifting in his pants when his cock twitched at the moan that fell from your lips.

He ventured lower and lower, till he reached your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth, licking the sensitive nub, letting his teeth graze your areola. Above him, you were struggling against your bonds, wrists straining against their restraints., desperate to touch him, to feel his skin and his glorious muscles under your hands, but you couldn't, because your hands were bound, literally, "Oh my god please Lew, please let me touch you, please I need to touch you baby" "Not yet princess. You were a bad girl, and bad girls get punished my love. I'm not going to let you even graze my hand, if you don't shut that pretty little mouth of yours, before I do it for you" he growled back, feeling his own arousal grow as you whimpered again. He let his fingers fondle your other nipple, tweaking and pulling before taking it into his mouth too, as you felt the wetness run down your leg, soaking into the bedsheet.

Moaning again, you pressed your thighs together, desperate for some friction to relieve you of the throbbing pain in your core, the amount of arousal you were feeling making you feel like you were drowning in some sort of strong sea current, as Lewis's lips travelled lower, and his breath fanned over your throbbing cunt. "I can't wait to taste you my love" and with that he dived in, giving you almost no time to adjust, as he fucked you with his tongue, and his fingers toyed with your clit, sending you towards your high, before biting the sensitive bud softly "You taste like fucking candy love" "Oh fuck fuck fuck Lewis, I'm gonna -" you managed to gasp out as the gasp turned into scream of frustration when he pulled away. "What the fuck? Why'd you do that?!" you gasped out, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Because like I told you, bad girls get punished" he replied, shoving his pants down his legs, before leaning over and grabbing a condom, pulling his calvin keins down his thighs, as his cock sprang free, smirking when you moaned at the sight, "Taking a good look baby?" he asked, crawling over to you. "You're just really gorgeous" you replied, straining against the jacket. "I know" he replied, pushing his rings off of his fingers. "No don't. Keep on em. I like em" you said, earning a smirk from the man again. "Want me to fuck you with my rings on? I'd love to" he said, watching as you squirmed again.

"Baby please let me touch you, I want to touch you so bad, please!" you practically begged, tears of frustration filling your eyes. "No baby. I'm going to fuck you with your hands tied and I'm going to mark you up" he replied, sliding the condom on and leaning over you, positioning his cock at your entrance. "Ready baby?" he asked,smiling a little as you nodded, the both of you moaning in sync when he pushed into you, your walls clenching onto his cock, as he settled into you, moaning when he sunk into you bit by bit. He gave you a few seconds to adjust, before he pulled out, making you let out half a moan and look at him questioningly, before he slammed back into you. You weren't expecting that, and a strangled scream left your lips when he filled you to the hilt, before bottoming out in you, hips snapping repeatedly into you, his cock moving inside you.

You moans and groans echoed off the walls, as your hands burned, the desperation in you threatening to drown you again. "oh my god, you feel so good, you fuck me so good, now baby please let me touch you!" you practically screamed, your voice catching when he angled his thrusts so the tip hit your g spot repeatedly. "Okay my love, you deserve it now. My baby desreves to touch me now, doesn't she?" "Yes please, especially when you fuck me this good, almost too good to be true" you stammered out clenching down on his cock again, feeling the slight stutter of his hips as you did. Lewis reached up to untie you, letting the jacket fall to the floor, and moaning when your hands dug into his back, scratching down his back, as he hissed at the feeling, loving the feeling of your nails raking down his back. "Fuck baby, do that again" he growled. "Only if you choke me" you moaned back, feeling him stutter again, and let out a moan.

His eyes widened, not completely used to you being so bold, but loving the wild side you let out. He reached up, wrapping his hand around your neck and squeezing a little, groaning when you let out a choked moan. "Harder" you moaned, feeling his cock twitch in you. "Oh fucking hell baby, I didn't know you liked it rough" he moaned, tightening his grip on your neck, cutting the air off ever so softly, snapping his hips into you faster, as your nails raked down your back even harder, leaving marks that would definitely hurt the next morning.

"That feels so good, oh my god, I love you so much" you gasped out wrapping your hand around his, causing him to squeeze a little harder. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum my love" Lewis moaned, groaning when you moved your hips thrusting up to meet his thrusts. 'Oh fuck" Lewis groaned, before releasing into you ,his finger reaching down to rub your clit repeatedly. Your moans echoed in the room, as he pinched your clit, as you squirted all over his cock.

Panting, Lewis sunk down next to you, chest rising and falling. "That was so good" you gasped out, resting your head on his chest. "Was that too much? Did I hurt you?" he asked, kissing your forehead. "No no I loved it. You should do that more often" you mumbled. Just as Lewis leaned in to kiss you, there was a knock at the door, making the both of you jump apart. "Are the both of you done yet?" a voice asked, making you blush. "Oh my god. We forgot about the guests!" you gasped, making Lewis laugh, as he kissed you softly. "I know which one I'd rather do again" he mumbled, laughing when you kissed him back. "Don't go for round two, atleast let us leave first!" the voice yelled again, as Lewis stood up from the bed to get dressed.

"Oh and by the way, you're wearing that jacket downstairs"