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funfactskiddos1705 · 3 years ago

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My style/bunny/ creek/ South Park head cannons (though no one asked). These are also not all of them . Also I have not finished the TV series and have not watched the movies being new to the fandom. 💚💙

STAN

- He had always known that he had feelings for Kyle, especially when Cartman picked on Kyle, but always thought it was just friendship (super best friendship).

- When he gets drunk he always calls Kyle to pick him up, and in turn usually stays the night with Kyle in his bed.

- Secretly always tries to be close with Kyle, and even tries to spoon him when they sleep.

- In college, Kyle and him live together , and adopt a dog named Philip, Stan chose the name.

- Makes the first move in the relationship, hoping that Kyle has the same feelings for him (he does) and kisses him first, throwing up afterwards in Kyle’s bedroom trashcan.

- He is bi but he only truly has eyes on Kyle.

- Thinks it cute when Kyle is angry.

- Has bad grades but never lets Kyle get a bad score on anything that they work on together, knowing how important it is to Kyle.

- Always has snacks on him incase Kyle’s blood sugar gets low.

- Loves to play with Kyle’s hair, especially running his hands through it.

- Celebrates Hanukkah/Chanukah, and other Jewish Holidays with Kyle and his family.

- Stan drives everyone around (except Cartman) in a banged up Ford F-150 that his Uncle Jimbo and Ned helped him fix up.

- He sucks at giving gifts, and usually buys books for Kyle or something that they need for the house.

- When they grow older, they stop wearing their hats, but Stan kept them in the closet and sometimes just likes to touch Kyle’s Ushanka and think about when they were kids.

- He is always trying to bring home stray animals that he says “follows” him home. Kyle believed him at first, until Stan forgot to take the bologna out of his pocket before Kyle washed his jeans. That put a stop to that method, all though they do have a bunch of stray cats that Stan and Kyle named, a possum that lives out by the back porch (named Mysterion) and a raccoon that is sometimes seen in the trashcan that they named Eric.

- Though they had a dog and cat in college, they moved into Stan’s childhood home, after he left Tegridy Farms at 18 in the midst of his parents divorce. Which meant they had more room for pets. They have the original cat and dog from college, with a “few” new friends that Stan picked up along the way. They in total have 3 dogs (Philip, Marshal and Winifred) and two cats(Terrance and Sigmund) plus two ferrets (Sprite and Gib)that Kyle adores to death but will never let Stan know.

- He volunteers at the local animal societies, giving his free time to the dogs and cats that he hopes will be adopted someday… by him.

- In college Stan studied biology and zoology, though he only got his bachelors.

- When Kyle and him got married, he refuses to let his dad attend the service, hating his father, he even decided to take Kyle’s last name.

- Stan has a tattoo of a golf club with a crown of thorns around it (High Jew Elf King), with a kite in the background (human kite) on his left arm, and a green heart on his chest.

- Stan is a stay-at-home dad who loves to do crafts with their kids, trying to teach them when their younger with fun shapes and colors.

- Stan is not the person to go to for homework help, but he is still active in the kids life’s. He packs them lunches everyday, drives them to school, picks them up, and drives them to and from practice.

- He coaches little league, but never makes the team feel bad about losing the game. He always takes them out to pizza afterwards, with Kyle, who is always cheering on the game at the sidelines.

KYLE

- Was the first to come out, though it was kinda obvious from the start, with him never really holding a relationship with a girl.

- He always wondered if Cartman had outted him out of knowing or just being an asshole.

- Knew that he had feelings for Stan before puberty, but it was confirmed during when he started to only think about him when alone in his room with a bottle of lotion.

- Hates germs unless it’s involved with Stan.

- Is a sweet person until someone fucks with Stan and then all hell breaks loose.

- While living together in college they have a dog and Kyle adopts a cat and names the cat Terrance.

- Stan is the only person that can calm Kyle down when he’s mad.

- Kyle hates to cry, he feels like it’s a sign of weakness and only has cried in front of Stan and Sheila.

- Is obsessed with becoming Valedictorian, and his grades are really important to him.

- Stan used to give Kyle insulin shots (for his Type 1 diabetes) but then convinced him to get an insulin pump.

- Kyle hates his hair, but never cuts it too short because he loves when Stan runs his fingers through it.

- Though he is Jewish, he doesn’t stick to Kosher diet unless it’s Passover.

- Celebrates Christmas/ Easter with Stan and his family, but never really understood the hype. He just wants to make Stan happy.

- When gift giving he always gives something that he know people will use.

- When Stan and him got married, though it was wished that they would have a religious ceremony, they opted to have a courthouse wedding.

- Always has to remind Stan to take his anti-depressants in the morning.

- He had a blue heart in the same place as Stan’s green one, and a tattoo of yellow safety googles and a tool-belt (Tool-Shed) on top of a shiny sword (Stan Marshwalker)

- In college Kyle studied psychology and sociology, getting his masters in both. His concentration was in child psychology and development. (He works close with CPS and helped Kenny win his case.)

- Kyle is the main bread winner as a therapist and the school consular (working closely with Butters) he tries not to bring work home, but sometimes he gets overwhelmed and just cries on Stan’s chest.

- When he has an ounce of free time, he likes to write memoirs about his childhood adventures in South Park and all the crazy things that happened to them. He never thought they’d be published, but Cartman secretly did it for him as a gesture of good faith.

- Kyle is very active in their kid’s lives, taking time off work to watch them play sports/ ceremonies. He is always helping them with school work after work, and makes sure to read them stories before bed.

- Kyle is the parent that always shows up to Parent Day (you know the one where parents talk about their job and things). He is also the first one to talk to the teacher.

CARTMAN

- has an undying crush on Kyle and would do anything to have Kyle as his, though of course Kyle doesn’t feel the same way.

- Teases Kyle about being gay but would never come out of the closet. Though everyone knows, he still denies it.

- He can’t keep a relationship so he just decided that being single, and fantasying, is the way to go for him.

- Is jealous of Stan being with Kyle, and will take every opportunity to try and make him jealous, even though sometimes it doesn’t work. Often times going to great lengths, at one memorable point, he even went so far as to send anonymous gifts to their house addresses for Kyle, inside he would find a teddy bear, with I love you on it. (After asking Stan if he bought it and Stan telling him no, he went out and threw the thing away.)

- Though he has confessed his feeling multiple times, it never fails to strike Kyle off guard when he does. He always went to extreme lengths to try to prove his “love” or what Kyle would call obsession to a dangerous point. Which led Kyle to start to try to avoid him, especially at the beginning of him and Stan’s relationship, which just made Cartman want him more.

- Sometimes Cartman has gone as far as to stalk Kyle at home, at work, anywhere to get a glimpse of him, even asking Butters where he might be (thinking maybe he would know since they work together).

- When saying the “I dos” at Stan and Kyle’s wedding, he busted through the courthouse doors, even though he wasn’t invited, and objected. He went on with a whole speech about how he was in love with Kyle, while slurring his words from being drunk, and ended up throwing up in the middle of it.

- Still lives at home with Liane, until she got too sick and he couldn’t take care of her anymore. Eventually he just took over the new house, though he only needed one room.

- While everyone was away at college, he decided that it wasn’t for him. He created his own business, selling stuffed animals, and was a big success.

- He also volunteers his free time at the local animal shelter, only with the cats though, and even fosters them.

- Butter’s and him are still close, usually giving him free stuffed animals for his classroom. (The main reason being maybe to see Kyle in the hallway and tease him.) But he also knew how much stuffed animals helped him through his childhood.

- He keeps all the prototypes of his stuff animals and, especially when he get lonely, still has tea parties with him.

- Has lost contact with almost everyone at school, but keeps Kyle’s birthday in mind and always send some sort of romantic gift. He also sends the kids some of his stuffed animals on Christmas (he never knows if they keep them or not)

KENNY

- He never lost his unusual gift of immortality, dying often (though no one seems to remember it), yet instead of waking up at his parents house, he wakes up in the two story house him and Leo (Butters) share together.

- He is one of the only people who calls, Butter’s his significant other, Leo.

- He is protective around Leo, from a very young age, and hates Cartman even mentioning his name.

- Went to court after he turned 18 to get custody of Karen to make sure that she had a better life and opportunity than he did. Making sure to attend every “parent” teacher conference and be active in her schooling. With Butter’s and him, they could figure something out, and if not, they would just ask Stan or Kyle for help.

- (I just find this to be accurate but I can’t find a reason why he would be in war/ this happened before he went to college) He also served for a time as a sniper, an expert marksman, though he rarely is seen with a weapon now.

- In college he majored in quantum physics and theology, trying to find an answer to this “gift” that he has. Though he came up with nothing, he did invent the first machine to break the space time continuum, proving his point.

- Though he is canonically poor in SP, you might be wondering how he got into college, he got a full ride to the University of Denver, due to his essay on the space time continuum, stating that there is really no time, just the concept of it.

- The house that Butters, Karen (she moved in with them once Kenny got custody of her) and him share has a basement that is littered with “Kenny’s ramblings” as Butters calls them. The walls are lined with chalkboard paint, and there is equations written all over them, along with bits and pieces of machinery. All of Kenny’s little inventions.

- Kenny hates the Stoches, so much so that he and Butters cut all ties with them when Butters turn 18.

- He has a tattoo on his left bicep of the Ankh and another on his chest (left side next to his heart) of a small lion that Leo once drew him.

- He tries to stay away from alcohol or drugs due to his parents addiction, but ended up getting addicted to Marbol reds. He does drink on special occasions, but limits himself.

- Kenny, Leo, Stan and Kyle are still close friends, even going on double dates.

- Kenny is known to Stan and Kyle’s children as the “fun” uncle, because he’s always trying to get them to invent something. He also loves telling them stories and taking them on “adventures”.

BUTTERS

- He calls Kenny, Ken and his angel.

- He is blind in one eye (as seen in Good Times with Weapons) when his eye was pierced with a throwing star. He never got a glass eye though, as he knew that his friends would knock it out, take it and tease him with it. Instead he let the scar symbolize thst he’s not as weak and his friends think him to be (or at least that’s what he told Kenny, when asked about the reason why). Truth was that his parents blamed it on him, never wanting to get it properly treated.

- He attended college and become a kindergarten teacher at South Park Elementary, he loves kids, but doesn’t want any. He also majored in nursing, before deciding where his heart really belonged, getting a degree in both, so he works as a PRN nurse at Hell’s Pass.

- Butters and Karen do most of the cooking, since the kitchen has knives and flames and well anything else that could send Kenny into the hospital.

- He is often times already there when Kenny has one of his accidents, which ends him up in the hospital. Some machine going wrong or just ignoring safety precautions.

- He has a fear of marriage and having kids, so though they live together, and are common law married, Butters is terrified of ending up like his parents.

- Though he fears having kids, he sees Karen as there “child”. He tries his best with her and tries to make sure that she is never neglected, sometimes he tries to hard, but it makes Kenny smile and Karen feel loved.

- Years of emotional abuse and neglect made Butters fear confrontation, which lead him to be scared when Kenny and him got into a fight. Kenny learned how to adapt his behavior to this.

- Sometimes, most of the time, Butters has nightmares about his parents, which will lead to nightmares of him screaming and thrashing. Kenny doesn’t sleep well as it is, so he always holds him and comforts him.

- Butter’s fears being neglected/ ignored, so Kenny does everything in his power to have him included in everything he does.

- He is terrified to go down to the basement due to the mess of it.

- He has on tattoo, an orange marigold (butter’s knowing that marigolds mean positive energy) with a bandaid over it (for all of the times he’d patched up Kenny). Kenny went with him for his tattoo, and though Butters didn’t like the loud noise of the machine, he loves the tattoo. It is in the same place as Kenny’s lion.

- Kenny and Butters often babysit Stan and Kyle’s children if they want a night to themselves. The kids call them Funcle Kenny and Uncle Butters.

- Uncle Butters loves playing “pretend” with the kids, but usually has Kenny try and make it real just for the hell of it.

TWEEK

- Tweek still works at Tweek and Bros coffee company, even after the passing of his father, he inherited the company.

- Tweek and Bros has a secret recipe that no one, not even Craig knows. (Though many assume that it is either a high dose of caffeine or meth.)

- Tweek has severe anxiety, going into anxiety attacks at the drop of a pin, but he has been going to therapy to try and help. His therapist told him that caffeine may be effecting his symptoms, but he refuses to listen, saying that he is nothing with his two C’s, coffee and Craig.

- As a way to cope with stress, Tweek knits, which explains why every single one of their animals has sweaters on in the winter. He even knits them hats.

- If he finds the time, sometimes he will knit sweaters for Craig to wear, usually just something plain, but he loves to make ugly Christmas sweaters.

- Tweek and Craig decided that they wanted baby guinea pigs, which was a huge mistake, and now they have multiple. Tweek got emotionally attached to them the minute they were born, naming them by the second, so Craig had to run to the pet store to buy even more cages and food for their growing family.

- He usually carries around at least one of their Guinea pigs in his shirt pocket when he’s home, but sometimes before work he forgets to put them back, so he will get startled when he feels his pocket move, just to reveal a member of his little family. He’ll smile kiss it’s little head, most of the time people know he has one in his pocket, but if it’s a busy day, he calls Craig to pick up their child.

- His whole body still twitches like when he was a kid, but he has learned to control it somewhat. At least enough to not dump scolding hot spill coffee all over his shirt like before. But he does end up with bruises and scrapes (some people actually believed at first that Craig was abusing him until they started to realize that Tweek was accident prone.)

- He stays up, falling asleep at odd hours, due to the coffee, but only when he stays up past 24 hours does he see the “gnomes”, which Craig has hypothesized is just sleep deprivation mixed with over stimulation from coffee.

- Working with people has helped him with his stutter, but some out-of-towner’s still can’t understand him and complain.

- At Tweek and Bros he sometimes sells pastries that Butters makes. Butters does it to help the shop make a little bit more money.

- Karen works part time (after school). Tweek loves the company (and the help), and will often sit and talk with her about how Kenny was growing up.

CRAIG

- He tries to be a cynical asshole, but every time Tweek is involved he is a big ol’ softie.

- He would do anything for Tweek, ANYTHING, down to him researching how to help with onset anxiety attacks so he can better help Tweek.

- Craig doesn’t work at Tweek and Bros, but he is their number one customer, sitting there whenever he can, drinking coffee or coca-cola that he buys himself and keeps in the mini fridge in the back, watching Tweek at work.

- He calls himself the “complaint department” because if anyone has a problem with Tweek, he’s the one that they have to deal with.

- Craig works as a mechanic and owns his own shop, so he works when he wants and as long as he wants.

- Originally he was running his shop out of their garage, but the noises scared Tweek so much that he moved it away so that Tweek wouldn’t go into panic attacks.

- He always asks Tweek to make him coffee in the morning before work.

- Craig likes the normalcy of his life, but he loves that Tweek is a little adventure. He calls him the spark in his life.

- He always makes sure Tweek knows that he loves him (especially when he goes through anxiety attacks or overstimulation). He’ll whisper sweet things into his ear as he holds him and tells him everything will be okay, and that’s he’s safe. Craig would let nothing ever happen to him.

- It was Craig’s idea to take Christmas photos, with the family, which took over two hours to just get all the guinea pigs in their sweaters and hats. The picture turned out… decent, but that was the last time.

TOKEN

- Throughout high school and college, he through the best parties.

- He moved outta state after college and no one hears from him much.

- He sends Christmas cards, showing that he has a family and 3 children.

- He is married to Nicole Daniels (now Black) who designs app, though mostly games.

WENDY-

- Is soulatorian, even though she strives to be Valedictorian, she knows how important it is to Kyle and even cries at his speech when he thanks her.

- Kyle and Stan always wanted to have children so she became their surrogates.

- Stan and her are good friends, even after the breakup, and she always suspected that he liked Kyle.

- She is actively involved in Stan and Kyle’s children’s life’s, they understand that she is their mother but calls her their aunt, no one bats an eye.

- Wendy and the boys (Stan and Kyle) decided that it would be nice to have two kids, one of them being Stan’s DNA and one being Kyle’s.

- Wendy stayed at their house during this so that Stan and Kyle knew she was okay and they also helped her with her pregnancy.

- Wendy was artificially inseminated, so that she could still be a surrogate but without sex.

- Wendy’s first baby (Stan’s DNA) has Stan’s blue eyes and dark thick locks. The couple names their first child (a boy) Keneth, after Kenny. He grows up to look very similar to Stan, besides having Wendy’s nose. His personality takes more after Kyle, even down to his temper, but his love of sports reflects his biological father, even becoming football and baseball captain.

- Wendy and the boys (Stan and Kyle’s) second kid has Kyle’s DNA. She is a green eyed, curly haired, ball of joy. They name her Sheron, a combination of both of their mother’s names. She takes after Stan with her love of music and animals. She isn’t interred in sports, but always sits at the sidelines with Kyle. She becomes captain of the debate team, thought and wins multiple academic awards. She is more passive that her brother and biological father, and has most of Stan’s personality.

- She never got married, blaming it on her job as a lawyer in Denver, taking time off during her pregnancies.

- Back at her apartment in Denver, she has a cat that she named Meowth Bader, after the Supreme Court justice .

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iheartgracie · 2 years ago

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claire biggs and gerard gibson quotes in binding 13

“How's it going Claire-bear?" A deep, male voice asked, distracting us both.

"Oh, hey Gerard," Claire acknowledged in a nonchalant tone, as she looked up at the ginormous, blond boy standing at the end of our table. "How are you?"

"Better now I'm talking to you," he purred as he walked over and propped his ass on the table, keeping his huge back to me and his attention locked on my friend. "You're looking as lovely as always.”

“she was clearly affected by this boy.”

“Are you jealous?" Gerard teased, tone highly flirtatious. "You know you're my number one."

"Spare me," Claire fake gagged.”

“He leaned closer and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I always play better when I know you're watching.”

“I'm Gerard Gibson," he introduced himself. "But everyone calls me Gibsie."

"I don’t," Claire tossed out airily.

Gibsie chuckled. "Okay, everyone except for this one calls me Gibsie." He pointed a thumb at my friend, flashing her an indulgent smile, before returning his attention to me. "She likes to be awkward.”

“Well, they've been in the same class since Junior Infants, and this monster right here –" she paused to give Gibsie a small shove before continuing, "has been a permanent fixture in my kitchen for most of my life. He lives across the street from us," she added. "Unfortunately."

"Come on, Claire-Bear," he teased. "Is that any way to talk about the guy who gave you your first kiss?"

"That was the result of an unfortunate game of spin the bottle," she shot back, cheeks turning pink, as she glared up at him. "And I've told you a million times to stop calling me that."

"It's all a show," Gibsie informed me with a huge grin. "She loves me really."

"I really don’t," Claire shot back, flustered now. "I tolerate him because he brings cookies to my house.”

“He's a whole lot into you," I stated, grateful for the distraction from my thoughts.

"Gerard likes everyone," she replied with a heavy sigh. "Well, everyone with a vagina."

"I don’t know, Claire. He seemed to really like you,”

“That was all the clarification I needed to confirm my suspicions. Claire likes Gerard”

“You're looking well, Claire-Bear!"

Curious, I followed his train of vision only to find two familiar looking blondes huddled under the awning outside the science building.

One of said girls was scowling back at us with her middle finger directed towards my best friend.

"Watching me train again?" Gibsie called across the courtyard. "You know I love when you do that."

"What was that?" Claire called back, cupping her ear with her hand. "I can't hear you."

"Go out with me!"

"Get stuffed, Gerard!”

“You know you want to," Gibsie laughed, twiddling his fingers at her in salute. "My little brown-eyed girl."

"Don’t do it, Gerard! Don’t you dare sing that –"

Gibs cut her off with a verse of Van Morrison.

"I hate you, Gerard Gibson!"

"And I love you, too,"

#clairegibsie #claire biggs #gerard gibson #binding 13 #binding13 #boysoftommen

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thatnerdwolfnell · 4 years ago

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Pocky challenge: MC x Main six

The Pocky game is a party game played withPocky, a Japanese chocolate- or candy-coated biscuit snack. Two participants place the Pockybetween them “Lady and the Tramp” style, and try to be the last to hold onto the biscuit, often resulting in a kiss.

^coppied from google.

Ohohoho. Yes. Thank you. I love you. This would have been done yesterday, but I was a dumb bastard and I ran out of my meds so I was busy feeling like general shit. Sidenote: me and my uni friends used to do this with gummy bears before Covid because we have no shame I guess? Idk.

Pocky game Mc and Main 6

Asra:

He loves it. Even when you kiss him regularly he still loves the thrill and challenge of the game.

He has a bit of a competitive streak so if he has to he will full on kiss you and suck the slimy ass pocky out of your mouth. (I'm sorry for that image)

When he pulls out some strawberry pocky hes already got that cheeky knifecat smirk on his face.

He rattles the box a bit specifically to draw your attention

He gets that dark heavy sparkle in his eyes as he puts the strawberry end between his lips and just looks at you, completely still.

You try to hide your smile, you love when he gets like this.

Asra has a thing for games.

You shift over on the couch enough that you can take the end of end of the pocky in your teeth.

He leans in to take another bite and steadies you with an unexpected hand sliding up from the small of your back.

you raise an eyebrow

The corner of his mouth twitches up into a grin.

he takes a deep breath and holds it as he inches closer. He somehow has nibbling the pocky within millimeters down to a practiced skill and he always holds his breath when he starts getting close. It's a focus thing and probably to keep from moving too much. You can tell he expects to win.

You lace a hand through his hair gently anchoring at the nape of his neck, and bite off most of your end

He blinks in surprise and finally lets out his breath slow enough that it catches in his throat and sends goosebumps down your spine.

His face is so warm next to yours. You can hear his heartbeat, quick and shallow in his chest.

"Gib ub yet?" You ask. There's not much left of the pocky but you know he won't stop.

He grins around the pocky.

The hand on your back slides to your waist. The other skims along your thigh and you gasp slightly.

He doesn't break eye contact. You let out a shaky breath as he nibbles just enough off to keep your lips from touching. If you moved you could easily kiss him.

He plays dirty. He likes teasing you. Waiting for your next move.

You kiss him hard and push him down onto the couch taking the whole last bit of the pocky in your mouth and crunching down.

He tilts his head back and laughs his hair falling back into his face.

"mm I think you cheated" he smirks and leans in to kiss along your jaw

"So did you." You say. You grab another pocky and smooth his hair away from his face before you push off.

Nadia:

Well Nadia isn't really one for party games but she IS one for food. (I think we have a couple different canon scenes I could use as evidence here)

She's never heard of it but she's intrigued.

It's after dinner and you're both still at the table. This isn't something she would ever do in public

"If you wanted me to kiss you, all you had to do was ask...but if you'd rather earn it that can be arranged"

She takes a pocky and gently feeds the end in your mouth.

"If you drop it you'll have to earn my kisses some other way. And I'll be sure to make it a very long night."

She smiles sweetly with just a hint of a smirk and your heart skips a beat.

The way she looks at you with so much reverence, like you're one of her intricate, beautiful machines and she'll take you apart piece by piece just to understand every part.

She starts eating her end and you do the same. She somehow looks elegant with her lips pressed around the pocky and the heat of her breath condensing against the chocolate.

She pauses at the very last bit and let's you close the gap. Her lipstick tastes sweet and floral.

You deepen the kiss and run a hand along her shoulder.

She grabs you by the waist and leans you back against the table in one smooth movement without breaking the kiss.

One hand pins your wrist against the wood above your head while the other is still wrapped around your waist under your back so that it arches slightly.

"I didn't say you could do that, MC." There's amusement in her voice that draws in a low whisper.

She gently caresses down your neck stopping in the middle of your chest. "But I don't want to wait."

She kisses you and you kiss back letting your hands wander through her hair while she presses down over you.

"that's good, love. We should do this more often."

Julian:

He suggests it at the rowdy raven one night. A game he picked up in his pirate days.

"Come on, who's down for a little fun? Make the party more interesting."

Nadia rolls her eyes.

Portia immediately looks at you and pointedly tilts her head at Julian, wiggling an eyebrow suggestively.

You blush a little. You're about to volunteer to play when Lucio steps in.

"I'm up for the challenge. Give you a chance to get near my lips, hey Jules?"

If Julian is disappointed, he doesn't show it. He just grins and pulls out a pocky. "Alright that's the spirit!"

They move down the pocky rather fast and it's clearly a competition. Neither hesitates before meeting in the middle. Julian pulls of with a dramatic peck before pulling away just as fast.

"Anybody else?"

"I'll go!" You take your chance a little too quickly and you see Portia smile in the corner of your eye.

Ah MC. Perfect!" He seems surprised. Maybe a little flustered.

You take a pocky in your mouth and offer him the other end.

He blushes and leans in to start chipping at the biscuit.

He smells like salt and leather. You can feel his heartbeat in his lips moving the stick.

You lean in further, resting a hand on his knee as if for balance. He stiffens but you can see his smirk grow wider.

You both hesitate at the last little piece, caught in the moment of closeness. You start to move to take it and kiss him but he pulls away before you do.

You look at him startled. He's bright red and flustered.

"Ah. um MC I- I didn't think you were going to-"

He's been doing this. Avoiding you when he knows you both want it. You've had enough of that.

"Did you want to?"

He blinks. "What?"

"Kiss me. Did you want to?"

You hold him under your gaze and his eyes soften into something like longing. Or guilt. Or hunger.

"...yes." he says it simply and quietly. Like the only true thing he can find in a single soft word.

And you kiss him. You feel him melt into the kiss and he's kissing you back.

You hold his face in your hands and he pulls you in closer.

You can feel how much he wants this. Like water in the desert. His brow is furrowed in desperation. You break away.

The hurt in his eyes is obvious and you brush his hair out of his face rubbing a thumb along his cheek.

"Hey," you look him in the eyes and try to convey everything in that look. "I'm not going anywhere, you get that?"He nods.

"We can have this all the time." You say.

His eyes wander down your body. "All the time..." He repeats softly.

You kiss him again, much gentler this time. He pulls you in and you feel like THIS is how things were always supposed to be. And this is the life you want to have. With Julian and your friends, and everything right in the world.

Muriel :

He is a blushy boy. But he's been approaching things like this with curiosity, and maybe even wonder, even if it can be hard to tell.

He never refuses a touch or a kiss, and for a while you weren't sure he knew he COULD refuse.

You don't want to make him uncomfortable and you were worried he just tolerated it for your sake.

While he's been getting better, he still lacks awareness of what he wants and likes. You've been helping him figure out his boundaries after years of having them constantly violated and convincing himself that it doesn't matter.

When you told him he seemed surprised. "No, I like it, MC. I always like it." He made it clear that he would say no if he was uncomfortable, "like with cantaloupe or bananas." He said.

(Not eating foods he didn't like had been game changer. A lot of textures bother him.)

Since then he's been making more of an effort to initiate and touch has become something of communication for him.

Hand squeezes for comfort, an arm barring you from accidentally stepping in a rabbit hole, a touch on the shoulder to say "be careful", a nudge to say "look at this", a nuzzle into your neck to say "I love you"

It's just easier than talking. It's how he's always talked to Asra amd Inanna despite the telepathy.

But this is something different.

"But...why?" He asks as you take a pocky from the box. He's already blushing like crazy.

"Because it's fun." You say and you put the end in your mouth.

He frowns but you can see the amusement in his eyes.

He takes a small bite off the end and leans back chewing it curiously.

You laugh. "No, you're supposed to keep going and we hold on until we get to the middle."

"Oh." He leans back in and starts eating away at his end. He looks at you for confirmation, a look of confusion on his face.

You smile and inch closer.

He's bright red and you can feel the heat from his face and his heartbeat, strong and fast.

You both pause at the last bit, daring the other to make a move.

His green eyes are bright and sharp as they lock with yours for just a glance.

Then he closes the gap kissing you gently. Eyes closed, taking the last bit before moving away.

A hand rests on your waist and the other on your shoulder.

"Sorry, did you want the last bit?" You think he's teasing you, but the alarm in his eyes say he's completely serious.

You laugh "no, of course not. I just wanted to kiss you."

He smiles and pulls you into his arms. "I know. But I thought you still... might have wanted it." He shrugs.

He looks down at you and you feel his heart skip. "You could still taste it. ...if you wanted to that is."

What? His mouth twitches up into a slight smirk.

OH.

You kiss him for real this time. And you both end up on the floor of the hut laughing.

You kiss him again.

And he kisses you.

Again and again and again.

Portia:

Yeah she's definitely played before.

Something about the kitchen staff at the last masquerade?

Anyway the rowdy raven has gotten, well, rowdy.

Julian brought the pocky and there's enough overly competitive people in the room that there's been a few kisses.

Portia grabs the box from brother and shakes it teasingly in your direction.

"MC!" She winks. "How about it?"

Her face is flushed from Mazelinka's sangria that she snuck in (which you're pretty sure is actually just pure liquor) but Portia can hold her drink despite going red rather quickly.

You grin. "If you think you're up for it."

You get up and sit down next to her and move a piece of hair off her shoulder, resting your hand there longer than you need to.

She's beautiful when she's smiling like this, having fun.

You can't help a bit of a smile when she leans into your hand slightly while she takes out a pocky.

While you're distracted, she suddenly pokes the end into your mouth making you jump back in surprise.

"Mm hey!"

She just laughs leaning back in the booth letting her giggles fade with a snort.

"Don't drop it!" She says between laughs.

"I'b not!" The pocky is still hanging from your mouth and you wiggle it around for emphasis.

She leans forward and takes the other end in her mouth.

Her eyes sparkle and suddenly she's reaching her arms around your waist pulling you in closer

Your eyes widen and she smirks. You feel the exhale of a silent laugh on your skin.

You're so close and she's so warm. Your heart is pounding.

There isn't much left of the stick and you're not sure if–

Oh.

You didn't mean to but now your lips are together and they're warm and solid and everything seems to explode at once.

The last bit of pocky falls to the ground as you gasp.

She frowns slightly when you pull away, but she still has that self-satisfied expression.

You lean in again and lift your hand towards her face. Hesitating. Waiting for permission.

But then she gives you a look through her lashes. She glances again at your lips.

You tilt your head as you lean in and close your eyes, cradling her face in your hand and letting the other press against her waist.

She moves closer and you can feel her chest pressing against yours.

You pull her tighter and she makes a small delighted noise between a laugh and a gasp.

"Oh. I love this." You say between kisses.

She grins. "This'll be an adventure, hey?"

Lucio:

He sets the box of pocky on the table in front of you.

"You've heard of the pocky game right?"

You nod, unsure of where this is going. Normally Lucio is pretty straightforward about kissing you.

"Well how about a little wager? If you win I'll get you whatever the hell you want, a whole shopping spree of the finest jewels, clothes, whatever."

You nod again. "Alright and if you win?"

He shifts uncomfortably wringing his hands. "Well, if I win.... youhavetotakeCamiotohisvetcheckup."

You sigh. Oh god. So that's what this was about. Camio HATED the vet. That rascal of a bird would be screeching insults the whole time.

You could see why Lucio was trying to get out of it.

You love that little shit, but damn he could be annoying. He's the kind of bird that will hold a grudge for about a week, and he does not take vet trips lightly.

"Please?" Says Lucio, "and if we meet in the middle we go together."

"You realize that I could just say no and make you do it yourself, right?"

"But you're not going to because I'm your boyfriend and you love me?"

You frown.

"Okay but then you wouldn't get to kiss me. Plus Camio likes you more, he'll be nicer with you there."

You pause considering. It WOULD be good to have a buffer instead of leaving the poor vet with Camio and Lucio by themselves.

"Fine, but ONLY if you win, remember?"

"YES!" he eagerly grabs a pocky and sticks one end in his mouth.

You take the other end and start chewing as fast as you can.

He takes a moment to get his bearings and catch up but once he does you're both at the very end right before the middle.

Neither of you want to move, both trying to avoid the task.

You try to get him to back down by inching a little closer, but he stays put.

He moves the tiniest bit.

And then you kiss.

fuck.

"YES!" He shouts, jumping back in triumph.

"You have to come too, still." You say.

Yeah but i won't mind if you're there."

You sigh and lean back.

"Oh come on don't look like that. We'll do a half shopping spree. That seems more fair anyway. I get half a win, you get half a win."

You laugh. "Alright, alright. Where is that stupid bird anyway?"

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milkacchan · 5 years ago

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Request for anon: Gib the angst with grandpa enji and grandma rei. Grandbb gets hurt b a d due to smth and 😬😬😬

(Ojiisan is granddad in Japanese, the fir al version of it anyway. Jiji is informal, baba is the informal version of grandma)

Hero work was risky. Enji knew this. He knew better than anyone you can be fine one minute and dying the next but he still never fathomed it happening to /you/. He didn't /want/ to.

And then he gets a panicked call, from Shouto, and it sounds like he's crying, like he can't breathe. And in seconds, his retirement is thrown out of the window. His old costume is on and Reis concerned- he doesn't even have time to explain it all to her, just that you /need/ help.

When he arrives, the scene is at a stand still. Heros unsure of the next move, unsure of how to progress without hurting the situation and Shouto- although his exterior remained calm, endeavor could see it in his eyes. He was panicking. The facade cracked a little upon seeing his father, his expression turned sorrowful, sour and concerned, all at once; for just a split second before he returned to collected.

"She's in there, in the rubble. She got hit before he went down. He's in there with her but he's hurt. They both are."

"Negotiator?"

"Tried, he won't budge."

Enji nodded, mentally racking over plans and strategies- that green haired kid would be useful right now. But he was away, in America, probably watching it all go down on tv. So for now, Enji was alone in strategizing.

"I want the building stabilized and watched. Men on ever corner, exit and window of this place. The girl is first priority. If there is a choice between her and him, let him go. Do I make myself clear?"

There was a chorus of 'Yes sirs', both from special forces and heros that would be initiated in the plan.

He gaze flickered from the building back to those in front of him and he continued his explanation. This needed to be executed carefully- very carefully.

Casualties were at a low but he sure as hell wasn't going to add to that number, especially with you.

His plan was explained and he received confirmation, then it was put into action. His son on his right and ground zero on his left, the plan was initiated.

They used distractions and the stormed the building- probably not the smartest, but it's all they had right now.

Enji didnt care about anything else but you. He didn't care about the chaos ensuing around him. He didn't care about the others he saw. He did however, care about that blood trail. It could be you. Or it could be him.

He looked over to Shouto who nodded. "I'll take this one, you take the other."

"Got it," Shouto agreed with a small nod before taking off in the other direction.

Enji followed it, eyes scanning his surrounds with frevor- analyzing everything in his path. The blood trail dotted; it got light until it stopped, just outside a closed door. He wasted no time opening it. He scrunched his nose. It smelled foul.

Then he saw you. Crumpled in the corner in a pool of blood and his heart stops. It feels like the world is crashing around him because Fuck- you looked dead.

"Shouto!" He calls, his head turning towards the door but his gaze remains on you.

He's quick to get to you, kneeling down and putting his finger under your nose

You're breathing. Oh thank fuck, you're breathing.

He gently moves your arm, which is cradled over your stomach. It looks broken- its bruised and swollen and he doesnt like the blossoming purple patches along it. But your suit is ripped too, theres a large gash on your stomach and he cringes at the blood. He gently moves the sticky fabric off the wound. It was deep and tissuey- he could vaguely see the bruises beginning to form on your ribs- he didn't like that either. You were hurt, bad. Really bad.

He slides an arm under your back and the other under you leg to pick you up, almost crying in relief when you /move/. It's just a squirm but it's something, at least

He's /praying/ that you make it through, immediately thinking of the worst scenarios. They're playing over in his head.

A groan pulls him from his thoughts and he looks down, watery eyes peer into his. They're lidded and tired and scared; he let's out a breath he didnt know he was holding.

"Oj-Jiji-" You groan out, gripping his arm. Your head his on his shoulder, hair knotted and dirty, face covered in layers of dust and dirt. But the tear streaks are obvious.

"Firefly," He whispers, "it's okay,"

"It hurts," You whimper. "It hurts so much-"

"I know, I know. We're getting you out of here-"

"Did you find her- oh god," Shouto paled upon seeing you. He stumbled into the room, placing a cool hand on her cheek. You leaned into the touch.

"Dad," you kept her hand on Enjis arm, your grip tightening.

"Princess you're gonna be okay, alright? It's not- It's not that bad. We're gonna get you out and to a hospital,"

"If you're gonna lie," you mumble, "make it convincing. I know it's bad."

"You're gonna be fine baby, I promise you, you're gonna be okay."

He gently hands you to Shouto. "Go, I'll take care of things here. I'll meet you at the hospital. Go quickly."

"Jiji-"

"I'll be there soon, Firefly," he kissed your forehead.

"Jiji I love you," It was small, panicked and scared. But you wanted him to know, you wanted him to know in case you didn't make it. You'd lost blood. A lot of it. He could see it in the way you spoke. The adrenaline started to wear down by the time Shouto had entered the room.

You were crashing again and he hated it but there was nothing else he could /do/.

"I love you too, Firefly."

You let out a quiet cry, gripping your fathers shirt, looking behind him at your granddad as he carried you out. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to keep your eyes open. Black dotted your vision and you could vaguely hear someone calling your name as the world faded.

Rei sat quietly in the waiting room chair, her leg bounced and she chewed the inside of her cheek. Her hand held her son's tightly as her husband paced in front of them.

He should've gotten their sooner, he should've known it was happening. He should've been there to help her.

"Enji," Reis voice ripped him from his thoughts. The nasty thoughts running through his head a mile a minute.

They'd taken you in for emergency surgery. The bruises- those were from him. But the gash was deep. Deeper than Enji had originally thought. And with the blood lost, it wasn't looking too good.

"Are you alright?" His deep voice rumbled, the concern evident.

"Baby, come here." She whispered, holding her hand out. "You've been pacing for hours. Sit down. Relax."

He hesitated. Could he really? Could he really just sit? Shouto had zoned out. For what felt like forever his just stared at the ground, before he fell asleep with his head on his mothers shoulder. Natsuo and Fuyumi were somewhere- he wasn't sure where at the moment.

He supposed he could calm himself down enough, try to breathe through it. So he did. He walked over and sat down, sighing when her hand slipped into his.

"She'll be okay," Rei whispered. "She's strong. She's resilient. And there's a great team working on her. It's-It's going to be okay."

"I don't know," he mumbled. "She looked bad when we finally got to her. She was so pale," he squeezed her hand. "And there was so much blood. I should've gotten there sooner."

"No, you can't blame this on yourself. This isn't anyones fault. You did your job and you brought her home."

"But did I bring her home right? Did I bring her home alive?"

"Yes."

And Rei was right. He did bring you home alive. The surgery was a success. You stabilized, you regained the color in your face, normal breathing and heart rate.

They stitched you up, fixed a few broken ribs- sewed up that cut on your chin. They used a quirk for your arm, that seemed to be the easiest but for the others it was too risky.

So the Todoroki family sat in the small hospital room, around your bed, just waiting. They held small conversations, took turns sleeping; though Todoroki needed it the most. He kept putting it off.

"Aw- don't tell me you've all been waiting here. You all are getting soft," a voice mumbled.

Enji looked up and smiled. "You're awake."

"Princess," Shouto leaned foward and kissed your forehead. "How're you feeling?"

"I mean- all things aside, fine. It's a party in here though, you having fun?"

"I'm going to hit you." Natsuo narrowed his eyes.

"Can't hit a cripple," you hum. "Nice try though, Uncle."

"You almost died, yet here you are, cracking jokes."

"Yes. That's how I handle uncomfortable situations. You know this. I blame Auntie."

"I blame your father." Fuyumi rolled her eyes.

Shouto looked up, saying something back. Enji had turned them out.

"You feel okay?" He asked, eyes trained on you.

"I mean, it hurts a little but I'm okay." You smiked softly. "Thank you for finding me. I'm sorry you had to though."

"Don't apologize. You did nothing wrong. I'm just glad your okay," he swiped his thumb across your cheek gently.

It was okay after all.

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avengerscompound · 5 years ago

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Running to a Standstill - 9

Running to a Standstill: A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count: 1774

Rating: E

Warnings: sex talk

Synopsis: While on the run from an unknown organization trying to take your son, you meet two super-soldiers. While they try to help you get to the bottom of who is hunting you and your son, feelings come out and admissions are made that make your personal life even more tricky.

Chapter 9

When Steve left on a mission in the morning without coming to talk to you, the choice he had made seemed obvious to you. He’d been in love with Bucky since he was a teenager. He used Bucky as a baseline to judge every single person he was interested in. Yes, the two of you had been growing something, and you were most definitely falling in love with him. That wasn’t enough. He had chosen Bucky. It was obvious when you’d left them alone to talk. Steve being gone in the morning was just confirmation of what had been obvious.

That didn’t make it hurt any less. You had been falling in love with Steve. The two of you had started talking about future plans. What would happen after they got to the bottom of everything. What you both really wanted with your lives.

Maybe it was meant to be? At least that was what you were telling yourself as you moved your things back out of Steve’s room. You’d been having feelings for Bucky too, and really if you were supposed to be falling in love with one guy, maybe it wasn’t totally real if you were also crushing on his best friend too. You had to put it all aside. This was just a false start at your first try at dating again after the death of your husband. It was bound to happen.

You didn’t have time to cry. If you broke down in front of Geo it would upset him and he needed you to be strong because your strength was the only stability he had. You liked living with Steve. You liked how you’d made a little family unit start to happen, and you definitely didn’t want to let it go. There was always the possibility of trying to keep it. You could stay in Steve’s spare room with Geo. He’d offered it to you even before you were technically a couple. He was a good man, it could work at least for a little while. It would hurt seeing them move on together while you were just hanging onto scraps of affection. And worse, eventually, you would have to leave and the longer you waited, the stronger the bonds Geo got, and the worse it would hurt him when he lost them.

You needed to move on now. You’d wait until Steve got home, have the talk, and work out how you could move out.

The front door opened and closed, and you had a moment of panic. There was no way Steve could be back already. Your mind immediately went to someone coming to take Geo and you rushed out into the living room, to see Bucky and Geo rushing to him.

“Hey, bud,” Bucky said, picking Geo up.

“Hey, Buck,” you said. “Steve’s not here. He left first thing.”

“Yeah, I know,” Bucky said. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the guy, but he has been pulling the ‘run headlong into danger rather than be emotionally weak’ shit since the day we met. It’s gettin’ old.”

You snorted and shook your head. “Can I ask… how did the talk with him go last night?”

Bucky carried Geo into the kitchen. He took a Yoo-Hoo out and gave it to Geo. “You want a beer?” He asked.

You sighed and collapsed onto the couch. “You got anything harder?”

Bucky laughed and grabbed you both a beer and came and sat on the couch beside you, putting Geo on the ground, where he sat happily drinking his chocolate milk. You took the beer and drained half of it in one go.

“Hey relax,” Bucky said, putting his arm around you. “You asked me about it.”

“I know. And the longer you don’t answer the worse my head gets, which is stupid because you guys have known each other since you were children and you deserve a happy ending,” you explained. “But it still hurts.”

Bucky nodded and rubbed your arm. “We talked about how long we both felt like that. How dumb we were. Then I went to kiss him and he said he was in love with you and he needed time.”

You blinked up at him, your insides frozen. You had so expected him to tell you how they had admitted to each other how they’d been in love this whole time and to have been relieved they finally both knew. You’d expected that they’d have kissed and he’d tell Bucky that he’d tell you it was over. You hadn’t expected this at all. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” he said. “So he wasn’t just running away from dumping you. I don’t even know what he wants.”

“I’m sorry, Bucky,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You deserve better.”

He pressed his cheek against yours as his arms closed around you and took a deep breath. “Yeah. So do you. You deserve a happy ending too, you know? You’ve been through enough.”

You pulled back just a little. Just enough to look up into his stormy blue eyes. He returned your gaze and for a moment you forgot everything except how hurt you felt and how good Bucky was at alleviating that. Your eyes flicked to his lips, watching as they parted ever so slightly. He leaned in just a little and as you imagined what it would be like actually kissing him, everything came crashing home all at once. You pulled back and shook your head, placing your hand on his chest. “Sorry.”

Bucky shook his head too and ran his hand through his hair. “No. Right. I’m sorry. That was…”

“Yeah,” you agreed as you both moved to opposite ends of the couch. “This is all such a mess. Everything. I am starting to wish you’d both never met me.”

Bucky nodded and went to stand and you realized how hurtful what you just said must have sounded. You grabbed his metal hand and tugged it, coaxing him back into the seat. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that how it sounded,” you said. “I am glad I met you both. But I’ve fucked up your lives. And whoever it is hunting me found us. If I hadn’t met you, we’d still be on the run, but at least I’d have that routine. You guys wouldn’t have been dragged into my shit. I wouldn’t be fucking up whatever you have with each other.”

“Don’t,” Bucky said softly. “It’s not your fault and if it wasn’t for you, neither of us would have ever found out about each other. We’ll figure this out.”

You sighed and sunk back into the couch. It was nice to hear but you still couldn’t shake that feeling that it had you never met Bucky and Steve things wouldn’t be such a complete disaster right now. Geo put his now empty bottle on the ground and climbed up on the couch between the two of you.

“Bug-key,” he said, patting Bucky’s metal arm. “You wanna pway?”

“Okay, kiddo,” Bucky said. “You get the tablet.”

Geo climbed back down and toddled away to find the tablet Tony had given him.

“I do like you, Bucky,” you said.

Bucky looked over at you with his brow furrowed. “Why?”

You reached over and took his hand. “I don’t know what they did to you to make you doubt yourself the way you do,” you said. “But all I have seen is a guy who is sweet and gentle and with a killer sense of humor and who is a fantastic cook.”

“You just want me to make dinner,” Bucky said, picking up Geo when he returned. “I’m on to you.”

You laughed and Bucky and Geo started playing with a game on the tablet. You got up and went to the kitchen, Bucky’s little mention of dinner making you realize someone should get started on it.

“What is with two people saying they like me and then flinching when I try to kiss them?” Bucky called out to you. “That’s not great for the ego.”

“I gib you a kiss,” Geo said, standing up and kissing the ex-assassin on the cheek.

You and Bucky started laughing and Bucky cuddled the little boy. “Thank you, buddy. That makes me feel very special.”

“It’s a pity we can’t just all be together,” Bucky called out to you. “Would save some heartbreak.”

“Yeah, right,” you chuckled, as you put a pot of water on to boil. As you were cutting vegetables you started to wonder why you couldn’t all just be together. Natasha and Clint were a couple but they saw other people. They were one of the happiest couples you knew. Why couldn’t you do that too? If the three of all loved each other, then why couldn’t you just all be together. Maybe it might be a little strange to begin with, and maybe they had a connection that you didn’t, but you had your own thing with each of them too, and going from friends to lovers was hard. So regardless of what happened now, there would be hurdles to cross, you might as well try to make the most people happy while you were all crossing them.

You put down your knife and went back over to the couch, perching on the side of the chair. Bucky looked up from the game and tilted his head. “You get sick of cooking already?”

You shook your head. “Why can’t we?”

Bucky blinked at you, not quite being able to keep up with where your head was right now. “Why can’t we, what?”

“Why can’t we all be together?”

Bucky stared at you and Geo began to tug on his hand trying to get Bucky to pay attention to him again. “Bug-key…” hey whined.

“Hang on, bud,” Bucky said, pressing his chin on the top of Geo’s head and looking at you. “I … don’t … know…” he said. “Can we?”

“I mean… we couldn’t get married, but… yes? If we all agreed,” you replied, putting your hand on his. “We could.”

“We should… we need to talk to Steve,” Bucky said, slowly.

“Yeah, we should,” you agreed.

“We could actually do this,” Bucky said looking at you. “And I kinda want to kiss you right now.”

You smiled and pressed your forehead against his. “Gotta talk to Steve.”

He grinned and pulled back. You went to say something but realized you didn’t really know what. So instead you ruffled Geo’s hair and let Bucky go back to playing with him, returning to the kitchen. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this nervous and excited.

// NEXT

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torannosaurusrexy · 7 years ago

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Tuckered Out

➝ Genre: Smut

➝ Pairing: Min Yoongi | Reader

{Dom!Yoongi} {Sub!Reader} {DatingAU} {Praising} {Strip Tease} {Thigh Riding} {BlowJob} {Riding} {Hickies} {Ass Grabbing} {Bruising} {Vaginal Penetration} {Squirting} {Lazy Sex}

➝ Relationship Status: Dating

➝ Word Count: 7235

➝ Requested by: @apotemnophilia

➝ Summary: Yoongi works so hard. You know this. This is especially apparent when you come to the offices and find him completely drained. Now there's no way you could possibly leave him in that state, so you take the liberty of treating him, something he doesn’t mind in the slightest.

The weather sucks today. It’s cold, rainy, and dark. To most, this kind of day would mean grabbing an umbrella and braving the cold, all while wearing a big fat frown. But for you? Pft. This shits the best. Your boyfriend agrees, he’s always been one for rainy days, half-assed cuddles that he eventually gets into so much that you end up practically in his lap, sloppy forehead kisses, or you sing off key together before bursting out into a full-blown rap battle that he always wins.

The only thing that’s different today is that he decided to stay at the studio late. It wasn’t so bad at first, you did everything you’d usually do on days like this...just the solo version. Rap battles were great...but they’re not as fun when you mess up halfway through and have to awkwardly laugh it off by yourself before retreating to the couch in the hopes that its plush cushions will provide some kind of reassurance.

As the day passed on, doing the simplest of things became chores, and all that was on your mind was whether or not Yoongi had eaten properly, or if he was warm, did he have clothes? Ugh, he must be so tired. Dammit.

Your fingers meet the cold handle belonging to the two towering glass doors that welcome you into the equally massive building. Inside lies the BTS offices...and in one of them...your boyfriend. You aren’t exactly sure how you convinced yourself that coming here was a good idea, all you recall is one second you were lying face down on the living room floor, the next you were in the back of a cab, ordering the driver to bring you here. He’s gonna kill me.

The front desk assistant looks way too happy for a midnight shift, but nonetheless, you greet him with a warm smile before starting to walk towards the elevators with brazen strides, you’re stunned when he stops you and asks to see your ID...he must be new. You could care less though. The two of you walk to the check-in counter, his lean frame moving behind the large desk while you rest on the front. He examines your disgusting drivers license photo along with the impromptu photo they took of you here for your identification card, which someone should’ve provided warning about, but instead, Yoongi let you come in leggings and one of his sweaters, your hair up and messy, what tresses were left hanging tucked behind your ears. Asshole laughed the whole time.

It’s not really a surprise when the worker, who you now know after reading his name tag as Adam, needs to look twice at you, all to confirm that the troll in the picture is indeed the slightly less disheveled young women in front of him. Adam’s expression melts into a look of sympathy, as if he’s worried that your feelings were hurt. “I should’ve known! I am so sorry…” He bows, hitting his head on the check-in desk countertop.

The sound of his skull making contact with the countertop causes you to jump. “Are you alright?!” You push yourself up on your tippy toes, planting your hands into the cool surface in the hopes of seeing him still conscious. He jumps up before you can lean over fully, a giant red bump gracing his forehead.

“Don’t worry about me! What do you say? Should I ring up to Suga to tell him you’re coming?” He forces a smile, clearly overwhelmed with pain. You smile back, a suitably soft tinge that leaves him with a soothing sense of comfort, at least that’s what you hope.

“He already knows I’m coming.” You lie, putting on an expert poker face. “You just worry about putting some ice on your head.” A nod goodbye has definitely been earned, and when you give it with a slight bow the young man bows back, being careful this time not to hit his head on the hard surface beyond his frame. Hopefully, he’s more eloquent by your next meeting.

Having been here a billion and one times in the last five months has its perks. For one, you know which vending machines eat your cash and which ‘accidentally’ give you too many snacks. You press the elevator button once more impatiently, watching as the glowing numbers above the doors make their way down to you at a speed slower than that of a snail moving through peanut butter. Your boredom melts away when someone utters your name.

“Jimin.” No surprise there really. Jimin always comes to pay whoever’s working a visit, why would that be any different now?

He smiles, giving you a friendly wave. “Hey. I didn’t know you were coming by today.” He hits the elevator button, but even you know by your past attempts that try as he may...it’s not going to make the elevator come any faster.

You sigh. “Yeah well, Yoongi’s working late again... I’m worried he didn’t eat much today. And I couldn’t stand being home alone a second longer.” You bite your lip before fiddling with the plastic bag that is held up by your fingers.

“Ah.” Jimin falls quiet. You expect him to elaborate, but his sentence stops there, and you roll your eyes.

“And you’re here because…” You don’t mean to pry but you know that even you showing up without a word may throw Yoongi’s mood, being greeted by both you and Jimin will definitely earn you a spanking...even if Jimin showed up on his own accord.

“I got bored. Figured I’d come see Yoongi~Hyung.” Shit. “But seems like you’ve got that covered. So i’ll see what Hobi~Hyung’s up to.” A wave of relief washes over you. Yoongi can often be irritable, especially towards the end of the day...and figuring the time, he won’t love a visit from you, let alone Jimin so late.

“Oh...okay.” You fight back a smile.

He falls silent again, and you fold your lips inwards to prevent from smiling. “Oh c'mon, don’t pretend to be upset about it. God only knows what Yoongi will do now that you’re here.” He punches your arm playfully, his subtle gibs at yours and Yoongi’s sex life making your stomach twist with lovesick embarrassment.

“He’s probably too tired for anything like that...but i’ll make sure the doors locked.” You wink joshishly at him, his salacious smile making you shake your head. A long yet comfortable silence passes once your interesting topic in conversation dies, you can tell at a glance that Jimin’s getting impatient.

He walks forward and repeatedly presses the glowing button, making the light disappear with each click. His expression is pained, angry, and overflowing with annoyance. “I think i’ll just take the stairs. It’s taken this long.” You start to head down the hall, holding your gaze on Jimin until he turns and nods.

“Alright, we’re still on for movie night tomorrow right?” He straightens his posture. You stop walking, turning back towards him.

“Movie night?”

“Yeah. At the dorms. Didn’t Yoongi tell you?” You shake your head no. It must’ve slipped your boyfriend's mind.

“Oh, well sometimes we all get together and eat a bunch of really good but super disgusting food and watch a ton of movies. I told Yoongi about it...he must’ve forgotten to pass on the message.” The elevator doors open and Jimin holds his hand out to keep it from closing. “We haven’t had one in a while so...you guys should come. Just shoot me a text if you decide otherwise.” He steps into the steel box and you jump in with him, finding that taking the stairs is just extra work now that the elevator’s made it's decent.

“I’ll make sure we come. But I get to pick the first movie.” Jimin hits the button to the floor for the offices with a groan.

“No fair…” He pouts, earning a shove from your shoulder.

The two of you have always gotten along well and Jimin has always been able to make you laugh, that’s especially apparent in the silly faces he makes in the mirrored walls of the elevator, causing you to step out with tears of joy cascading your cheekbones. “Go get em’.” He teases, pushing you playfully towards Yoongi’s office, running off and into the Hope World studio before you have a chance to spin around and push him back.

You chuckle to yourself, away from the elevator and instead, closer to your boyfriend's door. Yoongi, being the overprotective dipshit he is...happens to be the only one of the three members with offices to have a lock on his door. With a glance down the hallway to ensure you’re alone, you knock.

He doesn’t answer. Typical.

You know he most likely has headphones on and that his hearing is impaired because of them, disregarding it, you proceed by calling his name. “Yoongi?” You knock lightly again, “Oppa~?” You pause, listening intently to the room. The latter definitely got his attention, apparent by the slight stirring that can be heard from inside.

A tired, eyebag bearing Yoongi comes to greet you. He didn’t even leave his rolly chair to do so. “Hey!” You smile, walking into the room once he rolls himself out of the way.

Regardless of his tired appearance, Yoongi returns a gleaming smile. “What are you doing here? I told you I was working late again-” You lean down and peck his lips, cutting him off.

“Exactly. I couldn’t take another night of sitting home alone with nothing to do.” You look him up and down, scanning the room for remnants of a meal or snack he may have eaten. “And as I suspected, it looks like you haven’t eaten anything.” He spins back towards the soundboard, trying to slither around that well-known fact. You take a couple steps forward, your frame now just behind the chair Yoongi hides in. “Here. It’s your favorite.” You drop the bag of food in his lap.

“Korean...barbecue?” He practically squeals, removing it from the bag before discarding the plastic towards the floor. You watch as he eats, moving away from the back of the chair and instead resting against the piano, careful not to press any keys or break anything. His hair is unkempt, strands ruffled and crimped. He wears a pair of glasses, hair going both over and under them. Can he really see like that? Not that it matters. His eyes are practically closed as it is.

“You look exhausted.” He huffs at your comment. “No really. I’ve seen punching bags in better shape.”

“Gee thanks. What a loving girlfriend I have.” He says it with a straight face, but the slight lift of his chin tells you he’s just pulling your leg.

“Was the food not enough to prove how loving I am?” Yoongi stops chewing, swallowing as he turns to watch you peel yourself off the keyboard and walk those few steps towards him. He protests little when you drop to your knees and roll his chair out to face you. He pushes his food away, placing the fork down and in its place, turning his attention to you. “I’m sure you worked so hard today…” You purr. “You always do...but even after I got you this food...and came all the way here...I’m still not loving enough for you sir?” You hear Yoongi swallow, his lip lost between his teeth when you reach forward, pausing as your fingertips brush the denim of his dark blue jeans.

He doesn’t answer, only opening his legs so your head can rest level with his knees. His tongue ghosts over his top lip, returning to disappear into the caverns of his mouth, the mouth you’ve felt pressed to yours oh so many times. “So you want to take care of me baby girl?” He runs his hand over your head, pulling you closer towards his lap when his fingers dig themselves softly into the back of your skull, the course tips of them slip down to the nape of your neck, caressing the skin that harbors your baby hairs.

You smile, licking your lips with want. “Yes...sir.”

Yoongi appears as if he’s ready to pounce you, completely unphased by his drowsiness that quickly melts when you act first, pulling at the waist of his light ripped jeans, his knees exposed when the rips in the denim become holes over them. “Wait.” His voice has dropped a couple octaves, and you practically mewl with want at the sound, it's intoxicating. “Strip for me.” Your hands squeeze the denim beneath your fingers before you push off of them. Even on the brink of slumber, Yoongi never ceases to order you around.

Yoongi clenches his jaw and leans forward, your hands retreating to cup his knees. He clasps his palms together, tonguing the inside of his cheek in thought. He meets your gaze. “Is there something wrong?” He smirks, a smirk so full of mystery and danger that you can’t help but grow increasingly warm. You’re so fucking fucked. He runs his tongue over his pearl-like top teeth, letting it rest in the corner of his lips. You run the idea over and over again in your head.

You’ve never done a strip tease for Yoongi in such a public place. Sure, maybe at home when he deserved it...but here…? You don’t move, frozen with a weary feeling tugging at your stomach. Yoongi would be pissed if someone was to walk in and see you...so vulnerable and at his mercy. He lifts your chin, moving his thumb across the sharp bone of your jaw, his eyes filling you with confidence and courage. He deserves it.

“Sir…” You start, having to swallow from how much your mouth is watering. He hm’s in response, unclasping his hands to push strands of your hair behind your ears. “Does it look like I mind being watched?” You puff out your chest, displaying your breasts forward to your lover. Yoongi’s eyes turn dark, lust filled and toxic. They draw you in just like a siren's song attracts an unsuspecting sailor, oh so invigorating. He’s had it, and when you bite your lip his mouth smashes into yours, the intensity behind the kiss showing just how riled up you got him.

The kiss separates too soon, and judging by Yoongi's dismissed look, he’s just as sad to see your lips leave as you are to remove them.

The rain’s left you with not the most flattering of outfits, but what keeps your confidence afloat is the fact that Yoongi could care less about what’s above...it’s what’s underneath that he loves more than anything. The way his hands restlessly move and resist the urge to pull you into him solidifies that assumption.

You back towards the door, swaying your hips as you do so. You can hear Yoongi exhale a needy whine, the thought of him whining for you is a new one...but you could get used to it. When you spin on your heel to face him he’s gnawing on his bottom lip, his large vascular hands palming the thick denim you were feeling just minutes ago. God those hands...it’s not fair!

You hate heels...and there’s no way to possibly take off a pair of converse without looking like a complete and total idiot...or falling, but trying is doing. You wink his way before bending to untie and loosen the laces of both shoes, their bright red fabric stained with water residue. Your hair falls towards your face, momentarily subduing your vision while your fingers work the laces loose.

Eventually, they give you enough slack so you can kick the shoes off with one quick flick of your ankle, but not before you snap your head upwards to remove the hair from your face, the strands flying backward to land messily against your back. Should something so embarrassing really be so invigorating? Your hands caress your thighs on your way back to a standing position, the one traveling onwards enough to evoke a slight rumble of pleasure in your chest.

A smirk plasters itself to your face, your muscles involuntarily forming it when you playfully kick off the sneakers. Thankfully, you tossed off your jacket when you first entered, discarding it onto the couch, one less piece of clothing for you to remove. You take a deep breath, your fingers dancing towards the hem of your t-shirt and yanking it upwards, watching Yoongi’s reactions with lion-like intensity before the fabric blocks him from your sight. Your hair is soft against your back, swaying with its newfound momentum before slowing to a halt.

“Leave that on baby girl.” His sudden uttered words force you to widen your eyes, he nods towards your bra, the angelic baby blue practically leaving him in a state of hysteria. “I wanna take it off myself.” He leans his head back, cocking is slightly. His hand rests above his crotch, every now and then the fingers knead him through the thick denim. Fuck.

With orders, you nod and bat your eyelashes, hoping your obedience earns you some harder and less drowsy loving from your favorite man later. The button of your jeans is freezing when compared to the warmth of your palms. Yoongi’s eyes watch as your fingers take the zipper between them, pulling downward and folding away the opening to give him a glimpse of your practically see-through panties. He may not have touched you for more than a second, but the baby blue fabric is visibly soaked through when you push down the denim. “Damn...look at you.” He praises, hooking one of his fingers over and over as a means to calls you over.

Your steps are well timed, each one full of seduction so strong it stings your eyes. His hands ride up your thighs, stopping at your hips and holding you tightly. Hazy, dark and seductive eyes glaze over your body, his lip snared by his gummy smirk. “Look at this pretty pussy…” Two fingers glide down the front of your panties, getting lost between your legs and pressing against the drenched fabric, drawing a cracking moan from your lungs. “So wet and beautiful…” He narrows his eyes, the drowsiness in them long forgotten by now.

Your hands grip your boyfriend's shoulders for support, your thumbs digging into the bowls formed by his collarbones. You hang your head, your hair covering Yoongi’s handsome face. How someone can be this tired and still look like an angel from above is beyond you, you know how dead you look in the morning and when you haven’t gotten sleep in days, but somehow Yoongi makes it all look easy, the messy hair, the eyebags, even the drowsy eyes...he owns them all.

“Yoongs…” You whine, the hand on your hip leaving to come and caress your cheek.

“God, you’re beautiful…” His lips meet yours in an instant, and although the want to make the kiss grow is apparent by both participating parties, it doesn’t, staying consistently soft and so full of greed that each brush makes you ache. As if struck by lightning, Yoongi's knee spreads your legs, his fingers abandoning their post to push you down onto his thigh. You bite his lip, greedily asking for more than just the soft caress of them against your own. You chase their soft texture, but Yoongi pulls away.

He doesn’t say a word, just stares up at you with attentive eyes, then he smirks. Your eyebrow twitches with frustration just before Yoongi pushes his thigh up. The minuscule friction is driving you mad, and when you try to grind down onto the thick muscle Yoongi stops you, his hands returning to squeeze your hip bones. “Did I say you could move?”

“Yoongi...god…please…” You plea, lifting yourself up by pushing off his shoulders, only to get dragged back down by his coarse fingers, their tough exterior digging bruises into your delicate skin. Definitely the hands of a hardworking man...

“Patience baby...I want you just as bad.” He gestures to his jeans, the material visibly restricting when you notice the prominent bulge that pushes the denim out.

Your mouth starts to water when Yoongi raises his hips while simultaneously unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. His thigh brushes your core and even that slight intrinsic feeling he gives you invades all others, overpowering not only your thoughts but your emotions. You can’t smother the whimper that leaves your mouth when Yoongi releases himself from the confines of his boxer shorts, hearts with cute little smiley faces decorating the black fabric.

You can’t help but laugh, “Oh Yoongs... I’ve never been so attracted to you before…”

He sighs, “Sue me for being comfortable. You get what you see.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I love them...and I also like what I see.” You lick your lips, watching Yoongi stroke himself over repeatedly. Your legs start to shake with anticipation, and the aching of your core has become even more apparent.

“Go ahead.” Your head snaps back up to look into your boyfriend's hazy eyes, the designer eye bags he harbors making you wrinkle your eyebrows slightly. “Move.” He explains, obviously catching onto your befuddlement. “I wanna watch you cum on my thigh.” He tenses the thick muscle underneath you, forcing you to throw your head back and revel in the feeling he gives you. You do as he orders, grinding down onto his thigh and rocking yourself back and forth until your juices have slicked the inside of your panties. The pleasure only increases when Yoongi moves the barrier aside and allows your clit to make direct contact with the denim of his jeans. You can’t even manage a coherent thought, let alone a word of communication, but your moans are enough to tell Yoongi that what you’re receiving is beyond words.

He continues to hold the fabric aside, staring down at where you meet him. You dig into his shoulders, your nails leaving marks through the material of his open flannel that lays comfortable over a scoop neck t-shirt, the color of it matching that of the blue-green flannel. He continues to stroke himself, slowly, almost as if he’s teasing himself. A surge of blinding white pleasure surges through you, momentarily blinding you as you feel your impending orgasm start to barrel towards you.

Yoongi chuckles darkly, his eyes admiring you and the way you bounce and slide against him. He squeezes his one hand hard against your hip when you finally cum, leaving a prominent wet space on his jeans. For a second you sit there, coming down quickly while Yoongi strokes your sides. “You never cease to amaze me.” He praises, feeling between your legs for your sensitive clit. “I think you owe me something baby girl.” He squeezes the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending your hormones into overdrive. You cry out, pulling away as far as you can when the overstimulation becomes too much. “That warm mouth of yours...would make a wonderful resting place for my cock.”

Your mouth starts to water at his tone, deep, dark, and suitably awash with lust. He spreads the precum that’s been gathering on the tip of his dick, sliding his hand down the shaft until he hits the hilt. “Don’t you agree?” He pulls your chin down, your mouth lingering just mere centimeters from his own. You look down, watching with beaming eyes as his cock continues to twitch in his hand.

You whimper, “I-I want it...I want to swallow you...all of you.” Yoongi presses his lips to your ear, the warm air from his stuttered breaths sending chills coursing through every viable vein in your body,

“Then what are you waiting for?” He kisses the scant space available behind your ear, that slight touch leaving you reeling. You dismount his thigh, a sore yet sensitive feeling being left behind when you remove yourself from the glorious-although limited-grinding room he gave you. Even so, the pleasure written on his face when you’re able to see the damp spot you left behind is more than enough for you to gain the strength to press your thighs together and fully assist yourself to the floor. Yoongi spreads his legs, removing his hand from around his member when your fingers glide up his thigh only to brush the tip and slide down the body of his cock slowly. His breath hitches when your tongue dances along the rim of his cocks swollen head.

His precum is salty yet enjoyable. Then again you’ve always loved to lick every last bit of it from your lips after he cums in your mouth, the bitter substance gliding down your throat and coating every last square inch of the muscles inside. Yoongi’s trying to pace himself, taking things one step at a time and trying his damnedest not to thrust up into your mouth as you adjust to his girth. He may be small, but parts of him are rather generous, his cock being one of them. “Ah, fuck.” He complains, a complaint aimed moreso at himself than at you. “Just like that baby girl, can you take it deeper?” His hand shakily moves to hold the back of your skull, your hair tangled within his fingers. “Let me feel the back of your throat.” His eyes flutter when you whimper and whine with pride.

He groans and grips onto the side of his chair with his one free hand, the fingers turning paler than usual from the pressure. “God, I won’t last like this.” Yoongi clenches his jaw, his mouth opening only to reveal his teeth barring into the others. You lick from the base upwards, swirling your tongue up, over, and around the tip for maximum pleasure. Yoongi’s shaking and mewling under you. It’s his fault for ignoring you and working so late when this mouth and pussy were waiting patiently for a call or text. Come over, I need you. Is all he has to say.

He was right to warn you, not a second after the head hits the back of your throat Yoongi falls apart. His mouth slacking open with his release, his blonde hair sticks to the sweaty canvas of his forehead, his striking pearl-like skin contrasting that of sweaty strands. You squeeze your eyes shut at the momentum of his release, and Yoongi flinches when you start to slide off him, sucking the end once more in a last stride attempt to drain him of everything, not that his lack of sleep hasn’t done that already.

“Holy fuck.” He pants, swallowing what saliva’s still left in his mouth. “I always forget how good you are at that.” He smiles down at you when he says this, watching as you tongue the corner of your mouth in a blush. “You’ve been so good…” He follows your gaze as you move back into a bent standing position, his hands pulling you at the hip.

“I’m not done, sir…” His eyes widen, clearly not expecting anything more than what you just gave him. An orgasm for an orgasm.

He cocks his head to the side, running his thumb back and forth over your hip bone, “There’s more?” His tone is soft and sensitive, but his face and its structure show so much more than that. Especially his eyes, the dark orbs hidden inside have dilated with a beguiling want, and you’re under his spell.

You grow mischievous, feeling the need to level the playing field, “If you can take it, then yes.” He raises his eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh, I’ve never had trouble handling you now have I?” You move forward, his strong hands pulling you forward quicker than you anticipated, your crotch landing in his lap, his member lost in the space between you. “I think I can manage.” His breath moves your eyelashes, the panting from before dying down and before long the room falls silent. You make the first move, leaning in and tugging his lip between yours. Yoongi’s still playful, pulling away from you when you go to deepen the kiss before moving back in and dragging his teeth across your bottom lip, or he’ll brush his tongue across the entrance of your mouth and retreat it as you go in to trap the muscle between your lips. Eventually, it’s you that grows impatient, and your hand shoots up towards the back of his neck, playfully-yet forcefully-pulling his hair as a means of telling him to knock it off. He groans, melting into you and the kiss you feed him.

“Someone's impatient.” He teases, stepping back before dancing his tongue against yours in a way that tickles at your heartstrings.

“Can you blame me?” You push his chin up, expanding the open surface area of his neck and kissing at the tendon. He whines when your nails scratch down the back of his neck.

His hands have been thronging the buckle of your bra strap since you started straddling him, “Mmm, no I can’t.” He unclasps it with an imperceptibly brisk twiddle of his fingers, the clasp coming undone in a matter of seconds. You fall loose, the baby blue cups moving away from you when your boyfriend moves the straps down, eventually removing them and discarding the entire piece over his shoulder. He moves away from you, leaving your head lingering over his shoulder.

His palms replace the emptiness your bra left behind, and the soft kneads he starts with becoming rougher and more sensational when his warm mouth touches down against your nipple, it’s aroused state leaving the perfect sucker for Yoongi to play with. He nips the sensitive flesh, chuckling to himself when you jump with pleasure.

Your hands have been lost in Yoongi's soft blonde hair, but the one has grown restless and he doesn’t seem to mind when it slips downwards and strokes the head of his twitching cock. Your hand moves agonizingly slow for Yoongi's taste, so leaving a couple hickies along your breast line before releasing the soft flesh from his mouth serves as a sure sign that he’s done playing around. “Alright baby girl, you wanted to take care of me? Fine. You have the reins. Now do something before I rip them back and spank you hard against the piano keys.” His fingers bruise the delicate flesh of your ass when he says the word spank, hinting that he won’t mind doing so.

You wouldn’t either, except the last time Yoongi gave you the ticket to a spank sesh, he left bruises so large, deep, and distinctly hand shaped that sitting, standing, even breathing became difficult to do without a painful reminder of his deeds. You scooch forward, resting carefully on your knees. Yoongi gets a faceful of breast when you thrust yourself upwards, lifting him in alignment with your opening which is dripping with anticipation. You slide the warm head along your folds, slicking the flesh all while teasing your entrance.

Your face contorts with a sense of depraved pleasure, it only worsens when Yoongi’s lips press themselves to your chest that’s oh so close to his face. You look down at him with hazy eyes, the look he gives you only strengthening the enamored admiration you have for him. The way his gums pull at the faintly beautiful upturned smile he harbors sends an array of jubilant fireworks through you, just as you lower yourself onto his dick, the core of your panties moved aside to allow entrance. He groans, the smile on his face melting into a struggled expression. “Still think you can handle it?” You tease, your walls clenching around him.

“Ah fuck.” He bites his lip, not able to answer your question.

You couldn’t take him in all at once, your walls were greatly unprepared, your slickness thankfully making the penetration much easier, but you should’ve thought ahead of time. You fear if you don’t move soon, Yoongi will take back your one chance to make him feel good. With as little effort on his part as possible. With that in mind, you press a hand to his chest, the low scoop neck of his t-shirt allowing your fingers to brush against his pale exterior. “Don’t make me beg baby girl….you know I don’t like to.” His tone has your heart doing backflips, the heavy lull from sleep deprivation making him sound more alluring than usual.

You lean down and kiss him, his cock sliding deeper inside you thanks to the movement. “Oh I won’t...you just watch.” Winking, you lean back so you can sit straight again, your palm pressed to Yoongi’s clothed chest as his hands hover just behind your ass, his every nerve trying their hardest not to force you down his length like he would’ve if he wasn’t so wiped.

Pressure builds in your stomach, your drenched lips assisting in the adjustment to your boyfriend's length. It’s times like this that muscle memory fails you. How you wish he could just take you whenever he wanted without preparation. Not that you don’t enjoy Yoongi’s foreplay skills, but what came after was always a blessing to behold. Your muscles burn when you start to bob up and down, with every grind Yoongi’s thick length gets lost within the abyss of warm velvet that lies inside you. You’re sweating by the time you can take him all in, his girth hitting all the right places right when he needs to, and the best part is...he hasn’t done a thing.

Regardless, Yoongi’s just as breathless. His fingers twitch continuously against the flesh of your behind, squeezing and kneading it as a means to contain himself. “S-shit.” He garbles, unable to subdue the sounds that escape him, their strength being indomitable, and each small whimper, groan, and hitch of his breath had permeated through you, sending chill after chill coursing through your veins. The craning of his neck and arching of his back only egged you on more, this was your unveiling, your moment to show him how good you are, and that you’ll always take care of him.

Yoongi’s eyes flutter open, his blinking slow and haphazardly fluctuating. Yet his hands, his strong vascular hands, were locked in place, helping to move your hips down onto him. Your clit brushing his stomach with each grind downwards, the sound of Yoongi sliding in and out of you with each movement is loud enough to bring you worry. Then you remember the rooms soundproof. “Oh god!” You scream, caring little about the sound possibly traveling under or through the door, busting out into the hallway and echoing down the hall to catch Jimin and Hoseok’s ears. Let them hear. You think, Let them hear how well I treat you, I don’t care. An internal smirk becomes external in a matter of seconds, but Yoongi’s too preoccupied to even say anything about it.

He pants like a dog deprived of fresh drinking water, his chest heaving with every sign that he’s on the brink of implosion. “Mmmm, slow baby, slow…” He whispers, guiding your hips with what little energy he has, his eyes moving downwards to watch your mastery, You do as he asks, slowing your drive to languidly move your hips into his, he holds them in place for a second before continuing their course, then he pushes you faster, letting you bob up and down fervently once more when his strangled expression returns.

“Y-you’re close.” You cock an eyebrow, Yoongi’s eyes reopening to watch it do so.

“Am not.” He dismisses, gulping.

“You sure?...because I am…” You lean in to whisper in his ear, your hips continuing to move as if on autopilot, “Your cock just feels too good.”

He throws his head back, confirming what he’s been thinking all along, “Mmm fuck, you really are so good.” His hand shoots up, past your arm that still rests against his chest and wraps around your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, but just the presence of his long, adonis like fingers affixed on your flesh adds a sense of danger to what you're doing. Yoongi may still be in charge, but what you’ve done tonight has and will earn you a much greater besottment with your lover.

Your insatiable appetite has gotten you this far, but when Yoongi bucks his hips upwards to meet yours, you’re done for. You cry out, leaning forward and throwing your head over his shoulder, your hands shaking from how tightly you proceed to latch onto him. As you continue, your rhythm starts to falter, the pleasure being so much, like a tidal wave hitting you from all directions. The build-up itself has been steady, but this...this is different.

Your muscles flex and tense around Yoongi, his pleasure skyrocketing as a result. “F-fuck!” You cry at the same time, both of you smirking at the shocks of ecstasy the two of you received and how it has managed to link up.

“Y-yoongi…” You choke on the words, your mouth gaping open against his shoulder. “Yoongi,” You repeat, this time coming out clearly when you swallow, ultimately filling your mouth with saliva again. “I’m gonna c-cum!” You have to take some of his flannel between your teeth, biting down against the fabric in the hopes of muffling your cries.

“Ah fuck yes, cum all over my cock baby.” He pulls you into him, pushing deep and slow, your mewls being enough to grant him the satisfaction of making you feel good with just the slightest movement. Yoongi bites his lower lip, groaning when you speed up, ultimately throwing yourself head first into your climax. You stop moving, shaking and nearly falling off Yoongi's lap and chair from the speed and intensity at which your orgasm hits you.

It comes in waves and by the time you come down, Yoongi’s eyes are wide open in surprise. Silence follows your come down, your exasperated breath’s preventing even a word from leaving the confines of your gaping jaw.

“Well fuck, that was so hot.” He looks you up and down, moving your gaze with his. “Looks like someone’s pussy got a little carried away.” At first, you’re confused, furrowing your eyebrows and panting, then -after a second of exasperated breathtaking- you look down and see a milky white substance coating down what visible length Yoongi doesn’t have inside you, as well are his upper thighs. “Now I know how you feel when I cum on you.” He jests, wiping his finger against the juices and lifting the pearl-like substance to his lips, tonguing it off.

“S-shut up…” You blush, smiling but turning away all the same. You never knew you could push yourself to do something so intense.

“I wish you could do that all the time.” Yoongi continues, pulling your attention away from the D key you were staring at on the piano. “Tsk, and to think you did that all yourself, damn I’m jealous.” You stare at him, no words coming to describe how you feel.

You blink rapidly, trying -and failing- to hide how proud you are of yourself. “You’re jealous?” You croak, coyly smiling.

Yoongi straightens his posture, his dick twitching inside you. “Maybe...but don’t get cocky. I still played a key role. I’ll just have to fuck you harder once I get my stamina back.” He chews the inside of his cheek, and that’s when you realize you still haven’t made him cum again. What just happened to you did have everything to do with Yoongi. It was his dick that made this climactic moment happen.

You start to grind down onto him again, and the look and your boyfriends face is priceless, never did it cross his mind that your mission tonight hadn’t changed even after cumming twice. Your objective was still to please him and only him. To drain him of everything. If he wasn’t to go home and pass out immediately...well then you did something wrong.

“You still made me squirt.” You start to bounce again, Yoongi’s face quickly changing from dismissed and shocked to strained and pleasure loaded. “I’m sure it won’t be the last time that happens.” He groans in agreement, squeezing your hips as you continue to rebound.

He slips in and out of you with ease now, your walls both adjusted and slick against his dick. Yoongi throws his head back hard against the chair, a thud sounding against the fabric. He gulps, his mouth slacking as he swallows. His adam’s apple bobs in a similar manner to how you do. Yoongi tries anew to stifle his moans, ensnaring his lip and clenching his jaw, but all that does is muffle the growls he conjures.

You swallow hard when you watch his face contort under your control. Your hips are still encased in his blanched hands, the veins lying underneath mystifying you even now. Emboldened by his reactions, you speed up, overstimulation hitting you like a truck. You try your best to snub it into the back of your mind, focusing on moving your hands through the back of Yoongi’s hair thus causing his eyes to move fervently underneath his eyelids. The sleep-deprived submissiveness Yoongi’s forced himself into turns your insides inexplicably, you turn down a dark and rather foolhardy road, slowing yet increasing the pressure of each grind as you descended onto him. The strings tying his orgasm down one at a time were now being cut directly through faster than usual, needless to say, the power of his orgasm is almost as strong as yours was.

You stop short when his nails dig into the flesh of your thighs, leaving marks behind that will serve as a friendly reminder. You examine him well, your eyes moving up and down his serene body all while taking in his load with open doors, or legs in this case.

He remains silent, eyes squeezed shut and swallowing over and over. He looks otherworldly, even drained of both cum and energy, Yoongi looks as if the gods blessed him with some kind of holy energy that grants him allowance to look how he does. “Holy fucking shit.” He laughs, opening his eyes and finding yours.

Your index digit runs along his jawline, causing Yoongi to lift it in tune, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” You giggle, starting to move off him. Before you can, your exhausted lover pulls you back, kissing you deeply and this time with tongue. The muscle moves ferociously against your own, the way Yoongi can control all of you with just one kiss is astonishing. The smack of your lips reverberates off the walls when he pulls away, and all you can do is sit there with your eyes closed as a satisfied whine crawls it’s way from your lungs to the back of your throat.

“I enjoyed it very much baby girl.” He squeezes your bottom and hips in a massaging manner, full well knowing all that work will have come at a cost. “I can’t wait to return the favor.”

You smirk, running a hand through your hair before locking eyes with your lover. “How about movie night for starters.”

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