#his blue eyes in 4K are fucking lethal man

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oh he is just so adorable it pains me

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Say Cheese - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

A steamy after-work rendezvous with the Tribal Chief and his princess is captured in 4K.

PAIRING: Tribal Chief!Roman Reigns x OC

Warning: SMUT

Word count: 4.9k 

Song Muse: "Sativa" by Jhene Aiko and Rae Sremmurd

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The audible smacking of lips and sliding of tongues was the seductive tune serenading the lovers, seemingly drowning out the actual song blaring from the speakers of the hotel suite. It started out with soft, gentle pecks, but ever so greedy, he’d taken it up a notch, kissing her more hungrily at the same time he lifted her up onto the kitchenette’s counter. That lethal tongue of his consumed the insides of her mouth, earning his deep chuckle at her needy moan as her legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close. 

“We are so bad, we should be at the party,” she giggled against his succulent lips, sneaking her hands behind the nape of his neck to tug his ponytail loose. “People are gonna notice we’re not there. ‘Specially you, Mr. Tribal Chief.”

He pulled away long enough to huff, “Well, that's on you. You’re the one who kept rubbin’ on my dick the entire ride back here, making me so hard everyone woulda seen it.” Picking up the half-drunk bottle of Cristal next to her, he took a large gulp before handing it to her. “Gon’ be boring as shit anyway. Fuck the party,” he added.

“Nah, I’d rather fuck you,” she stated, making her intentions clear, loving the way his eyes blazed at her bold statement. 

“That’s my girl.” He showed his appreciation by tongue-kissing her slowly, coaxing her to follow his lead and match his energy. She wasn’t inexperienced at all, but each time they kissed, she felt like a virgin being taught for the very first time. Emboldened by the alcohol in her system and the passionate moment, her hips rocked back and forth, grinding against his prominent erection pressing between her parted thighs that his big hands caressed so lavishly, all while their mouths sought the depths of each other’s sensual taste. 

It took Cleo Parker-Jones just three months after her main roster call-up to get Roman Reigns in her bed. It probably would have been quicker if it wasn’t for his part-time schedule and her focusing on proving herself on the blue brand. Whenever he did show up to work, they did not get too many moments alone. But each time they did, they made the absolute most of it. Flirty banter. Suggestive winks. Subtle caresses as they grew closer. Soon, she was sneaking into his locker room or his bus for intense make-out sessions that left them both breathless and hungry for more. The sparks flew between them and it was only a matter of when and not if they would seal the deal.

Of course they did, and it was glorious. The man was blessed by the dick fairy and he backed it up with incredible, toe-curling bedroom skills that challenged even her own renowned stamina and athleticism. The not-so-amicable end of her last relationship had left Cleo lonely and horny, and she knew right after having her first taste of the Tribal Chief that she wouldn’t be able to leave him alone. Luckily, the feeling was mutual, as he kept coming back for more…and more…and more…

Fast forward a rollercoaster of a year and she was now Miss Money in the Bank, Smackdown’s fastest rising star at twenty-six years old…and Roman Reigns’ sugar baby. Of course, the perks were perking…Traveling in Business Class or in his own jet, designer outfits and accessories, late-night lobster dinners in restaurants shut down just for them, phone bill and house rent paid up, luxury hotel suites like the one they were currently in, enjoying a little after-party of their own after ghosting the one downstairs. But there was nowhere else she would rather be, especially since he would be gone in the morning while Cleo wrestled around the country, missing him something fierce. She never thought she would be in this kind of relationship, but this fun, adorable, generous, criminally sexy older guy had her wondering why she’d never considered it. He took care of her, pampered her, and satisfied her every need. He made her feel like a princess and that was all she’d ever wanted in a man.

She pushed him firmly to catch her breath, lightheaded from his delicious kisses, and licked her plump and swollen lips while staring up at him. Her fingers found the buttons on his dress shirt, slowly flicking each one open to expose his smooth, bronzed, tattooed chest inch by inch, noting the way he shivered as her short acrylic nails gently scraped his skin. She couldn’t help but grin at the sight of his open shirt and his hair loose and wavy; he strongly resembled those romance novel cover models from back in the day.

“Let me down so I can suck on my favorite lollipop,” she requested.

Without hesitation, Roman picked her up off the counter and brought her down to her feet before him. Lowering down to a squat, she backed him up against the counter and relieved him of his slacks with nimble hands. Her darkened eyes leered at his erection bulging impatiently through his Nike briefs, the front stained with his arousal for her. Her fingers peeled the elastic waistband down his muscled thighs, his long, hefty dick almost slapping her in the face when she set it free.

Roman’s breathing quickened as Cleo curled her fist around the throbbing length, squeezing out the bead of precum that clung to the tip. Their hazy gazes locked as her tongue darted out to catch it, licking the underside of his cock before guiding him between her lips, coaxing a deep sigh out of the Samoan.

“Unnnh, shit, Cleo,” Leaning back against the counter for balance, he nearly knocked over his iPhone in the process. Jerkily groping for the device, he picked it up, glanced between his Home Screen and Cleo’s bobbing head, and a naughty idea came to him. Tapping his thumb on the screen to find the camera, he couldn’t hold back his moan when her image materialized through the lens, making his dick disappear in her hot mouth like a magician.

"Smile for the camera, baby, I wanna remember this..." he said.

Her big brown eyes fluttered in his direction, and he tapped the button, the snap sound capturing the image of her pouty lips sealed tight around his dick forever. He firmly gripped the back of her head, struggling to take the picture three more times as she sucked him deeper and harder.

"You can just record it," she pulled him out to say.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “For real?” 

“Yeah. Have something to remember me by when you’re away from me.”

This was new. Sure, they’d exchanged dozens of nude selfies and some raunchy solo videos, but they were yet to put any of their sexscapades on film. His train of thought evaporated when a thick string of spit fell from her lips onto his milky brown length. His vision blurred as she then swallowed him up in one go, her sucking more audible from the gathering saliva, her hands twisting determinedly around his erection. As best as he could, he hurried to select the video setting on his phone and hit Record, his fingers digging into her scalp as the vibrations from her moans almost had his knees buckling. 

“Aw man, that mouth is fuckin' goated, princess,” he encouraged, raising his phone higher to get a better shot of her working him. He loved it when she got into it like this, so nasty and with so much passion and concentration. “This what you been waitin’ for all night, huh? This big dick deep down your throat?” he taunted.

Cleo blinked up at him with her long lashes, her naughty smile stretched by his girth. He looked so hot, bare-chested, staring down at her with his hair falling over his face. She could tell he was close already, the veins in his dick seemed to spring to life and thicken in her hand. With every suck, she made sure to moan around his big beautiful cock and let her tongue slurp all over it for extra stimulation. Her goal was to drain him, to wring him dry and make him lose his sanity. 

But not just yet.

Abruptly, she pulled away, sliding him out of her mouth with an audible pop as she said, “Okay, my feet hurt, I ain’t Megan Thee Stallion.” She raised her arms, gesturing for him to pull her back up.

Roman fought back a whine as his cock twitched pitifully from the sudden absence of her oral attention. Her annoyingly sexy smirk told him she was screwing with him again like she liked to, but he kept it to himself, inwardly promising to get his lick back. With shaking hands, he stopped filming and helped her stand up, watching her wobble a little in her high heels. 

Her lilac-colored nails wrapped around the neck of the Cristal bottle as she picked it up for a sip, and poked out her tongue to let the drink drip from it. It was bait, and Roman seized it with a needy growl, lapping up the alcohol with his tongue and making a messy transfer from her mouth onto his. God, he had the tastiest kisses, even coupled with the bittersweet flavor of champagne. When he pawed at the obscenely low neckline of her dress and his mouth latched on to her hardened, bare nipple, her heart thrummed excitedly in her chest as that familiar feeling of desire bloomed within her. 

“This dress is sexy as fuck, princess, but I want it off,” he demanded.

“You can take it off me, Daddy. Let’s go to the bathroom first. And bring your phone with you.” She took him by the hand and led him like a little boy across the large suite. Roman’s mouth watered as he watched her curvy hips sway from side to side as she walked. The things this girl did to him. It’s been a long time since he felt this way about any woman, since he’d been this happy and excited to be with someone. Initially, he felt like a dirty old man taking advantage of the beautiful, bright-eyed young starlet. But that reasoning was short-lived as Cleopatra proved from the jump to be more mature, more well-rounded and more in control than she liked to let on. He liked that a lot about his princess.

The backlit mirror in the fancy bathroom stretched over two sinks, the perfect backdrop for the sinfulness that was about to transpire. With a sultry smile, Cleo bent over one sink and pulled her dress up to her waist, exposing her black g-string nestled between her bountiful round globes. Using two fingers, she parted her folds and circled them gently over her labia, never taking her eyes off her big bad lover man, his phone recording her every move even though his eyes were glued to her soaking wet folds. With her slippery fingers, she rubbed her pussy before bringing them to her mouth to suck them like a pacifier, her moan low and sultry from her own taste.

"Mmm. Come closer, Daddy, I want you," she purred.

As he did, she took his phone and propped it up against the mirror in front of her, leaving the video running. His hulking form towered over her, his body molded into hers, his aching erection straining against her backside. His tongue darted out between his lips as his hands roamed her body. His expansive paws caressed her curves and the fleshy mounds of her ass, his thumb brushing over the phoenix tattoo just above her right buttock. Cleo loved that this Adonis of a man never seemed able to keep his hands off of her. Having done some work on her body, naturally and surgically, she hoped the change would take her places. Never did she think that said place would be in the arms of the face of the WWE. Her career progression, along with his constant attention, was validation that her investment was paying off.

"Look at the camera while I eat this pussy, baby," he instructed. He had the bottle of Cristal in his other hand, and he turned it over and poured the liquid all over her ass, drenching her already damp panties. She watched as he disappeared behind her, and a hiss slipped from her lips as she felt his mouth on her ass, kissing and biting softly. The feel of his long fingers squeezing her cheeks as he licked the champagne off her skin was incredible. He rolled her panties down to meet her stilettos and ran his hands up and down her smooth, toned legs, widening them to expose her wet, glistening pussy from behind. Her stomach fluttered and her loins clenched as he left a trail of big, wet kisses on her inner thighs.

"Your pussy is so pretty, baby girl. Just like you."

He started suckling her folds, using that godly tongue of his to split them apart and lap at her opening. The faster and deeper he moved his tongue, the louder Cleo moaned, all while doing her best to focus on the camera like he wanted. Fuck, his lips were so soft, his tongue warm and fat and heavenly as they worked together to devour her aching cunt.

The Tribal Chief reached around her front, slipping one hand between her thighs. Ignoring the throbbing of his cock reacting to her throaty moans, he pushed his middle fingers inside of her and pumped, reveling in the panting, whimpering mess he'd turned her into. She reached behind her to grab the back of his head, only for him to shove her hand away and slap her ass in warning. Cleo groaned loudly as his finger plunged deeper, nudging that sweet little spot that made her eyes roll back as the pressure built and built. She braced her hands on the sink and rode his face and fingers, grinding her hips until she couldn't anymore. She howled her pleasure as the orgasm quickly overtook her and she came in his mouth and all over his thick beard. The sensation so overwhelming that her legs nearly gave out where she stood.

"I need you to come like that on my dick," Roman murmured as he rose to his feet. Ridding himself of the rest of his clothes, he wrapped a steadying arm around her before guiding her face to his. She moaned as she tasted herself on his tongue, swiveling nastily with hers, devouring each other as though only the other could quench their thirst.

"I can't get enough of you, Cleopatra. Every time I think I'm satisfied, the hunger comes back stronger." He burrowed his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, letting her flowery scent fill his lungs. "Everything about you makes me so hard. I need you, baby girl."

His voice and his words caressed her heated skin with the same devastating effect as his hands on her. Suddenly, her dress was too tight, too constricting, prompting her to pull it over her head with his help and throw it somewhere far away. She gasped as he immediately reached for her breasts, rolling their softness in his callused palms. Her gaze flickered from the mirror to the camera and back, catching his eye as he winked slyly at her.

She yelped a little as he smacked her hard on her behind, once on each cheek. His hand print seemingly seared into her ass, but she didn't dare say a word. As she waited for his next move, he stepped back, though she could still feel the mass of his thighs warming her backside. Suddenly, she heard the frantic, sticky sound of his hand jerking his dick. She almost melted at his expression through the mirror, his eyes clouded over, his beard glistening with her cum, his lips parted as he pleasured himself right in front of her, holding out on her. As "Sativa" played in the background, Cleo began to throb and pulsate, the anticipation getting her wetter by the second. The fact that he was making her wait sent her hormones into overdrive. Her honey dripped, rolling down her thighs.

When he was done, Roman grabbed the phone and held it right above her backside. His free hand rubbed all over her round ass before he grabbed his dick and spanked it on her ass, feeling harder and bigger than before on her skin. Reaching behind her, Cleo pulled her ass cheeks apart to help him sink inside her with one long thrust. He stroked inside her at a moderate pace, relishing in her sweet cream already streaking his dick. The mirror gave them the perfect view and eye contact. They could see each other's faces when their expressions changed, feel the shudder of their bodies when they moved and when they moaned with pleasure. Damn, what a beautiful sight, all captured on camera for their viewing pleasure.

"Ya know what? Throw that ass back for Daddy," Roman spoke roughly, his large hand clutching her waist and slowly rocking her back and forth on his cock, "This fat, sexy chocolate ass...fuck my dick with it..."

Planting her hands on the marble surface to steady herself, Cleo bit down on her lip as pushed back against him, pausing every couple of seconds to grind on him because he liked it when she did that. More heat bloomed within her loins at the satisfied groans falling from his lips, as he brought his hand down on her ass yet again. Moaning softly, she bounced faster against him, her pussy gripping him tight with each slide inside her. He felt so good, made her feel so full and so ready to explode again as her walls massaged his girth.

"Like that, baby? You want it like that, my Tribal Chief?" she spoke breathlessly, "That dick feels so good Daddy...Oooh sh-"

Roman had grabbed her left leg and lifted it onto the sink, opening her pussy up to him. He held her down and pounded her hard from behind with drunken, reckless abandon. It did something to his brain when Cleo idolized him with all these pet names; Daddy, baby, Tribal Chief; it boosted his ego and made his dick harder knowing that he was indeed in God mode. As her reward, he delivered heavy, grinding strokes right up against her g-spot that intensified her cries and had her gripping the marble surface for dear life.

"Talk to me, baby, tell me where I'm at?" he said, angling the camera to view her flushed face.

"In my stomach." She could barely speak or think straight or even stay upright, weakened from the mindblowing pleasure surging through her. She lay slumped on the sink, her eyes closed, her kiss-swollen lips parted as she enjoyed him inside her. He knew he was hitting her spot whenever her long eyelashes fluttered and her heavy breaths actually stopped for a couple of seconds, her mouth open in a silent cry. His hand then wound around her throat, yanking her body up from the sink and against him with her back to his chest. Twisting her chin towards him, he covered her mouth with a hot, sloppy kiss, coaxing her moans out of her throat and into his. Blindly putting the phone back down, his hips accelerated, drilling her pussy with added force, their slapping wet skin reverberating around the bathroom. His fingers slipped south to strum her clit, making her body tremble, on the verge of complete collapse as each wave of ecstasy grew more incredible than the last.

"D-Daddy...Roman, fuuuuck!" she stuttered, clawing helplessly at his arm around her neck, trapped between the hard surface and his hard strong grip, unable to do anything but endure the dizzying tandem offence of his cock and his hand inside her.

"I can feel you, baby, you 'bout to come, ain't cha?" he asked, a husky groan slipping from his lips as her pussy tightened around him. "Unnnh god, you feel so good. Come for me babe, I want your cum all over my dick."

Cleo's moans dissolved into broken whines as he kept pummeling into her, nudging her closer to the edge until there was no room left and she toppled over headfirst. Her body jerked once, freezing and then shaking as liquid gushed out of her and all over his and her thighs. The ecstasy was blinding, numbing with its sheer intensity. "Shiiiit!" she cried out.

"That's what I'm talkin' 'bout," Roman chuckled, letting her leg down and smacking her ass before spinning her around and lifting her to sit on the sink. His burly arms hooked beneath her knees, dragging her to the edge with his pelvis wedged against her clit. "Legs up, baby girl. Take the camera and watch Daddy fuck his pussy," he ordered.

Cleo licked her lips as she grabbed his phone, staring into the camera with unfocused eyes for a moment before directing it downwards to their naked, sweat-slick bodies. The Tribal Chief shuddered at the contrast of her pretty pink pussy against her russet skin. So fucking sexy. He rubbed his dick left and right like a windshield wiper over the fat, puffy pussy lips before patting her clit with it. "I'ma go nice and slow this time so you can feel all of me," he told her, groaning out loud as he slid in.

Chills ran down her spine as his magic dick stroked her right there, that lower sensitive part of her pussy that made potential orgasms creep in faster than usual. Roman knew exactly where that spot was, and he focused the pressure of his dick there, never stopping his onslaught.

"Shit...fuck that pussy, Daddy, fuck me, oooh yeahhh..." Cleo moaned, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of his dick beating her pussy up, testing the stretch of her walls. It felt so good that her grasp on his phone began to falter. Roman noticed, and he took it from her, extending his arm so that the camera caught the entirety of both their bodies, showing off his messy dick pumping in and out of her creamy pussy.

"Look at us, princess, look how good you take Daddy's big dick. Fuckin' beautiful," he said. She followed his gaze into the camera, honing in on his trademark smoldering lip curl that she always found so hot. Her pussy agreed, leaking just a little bit more for his benefit and hers.

With her arms braced behind her, her legs spread wide and looking right into the camera lens, Cleo watched her lover go to town on her, his dick finding the bottom of her pussy. His strong, toned hips bounced off hers, his increasingly ravenous strokes causing her walls to pulse around his girth. Searching desperately for something else to grab onto, she clutched the back of his neck and pulled his mouth down hard on hers. A clattering noise sounded, and she felt both his hands curl around her throat as he nipped at her lips, his tongue tangling with hers. When he pulled back, the light in his eyes was gone, completely blown with lust and need, and Cleo couldn't help but smile with pride. A warm thrill always rushed through her to see him like this; this huge, powerful, unflappable man losing all composure and control and losing himself in her and in the pleasure she was giving him. It was the biggest ego boost, probably a bigger achievement than anything she'd done in the ring, to know that no one else did this to him or made him feel like this.

Their foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's air while he rocked into her, his dick sliding in deeper with each roll of his hips. His phone lay unattended next to them, having dropped it in the heat of passion. Even as her climax loomed, Cleo still had the wherewithal to prop the phone back up against the wall facing them, not wanting to miss the money shot of their coupling.

"I'm 'bout to come, baby," Roman rasped, his movements intensifying.

"Me too, come in my pussy Daddy, come in me," she whimpered,  her belly warming with the molten heat of an impending explosion.

Her breathless mewls propelled the snapping of his hips, his growls more uninhibited and desperate as he held her legs tighter and fucked her like an animal. Her head banged back against the mirror and her body arched into his with a keening cry, her nails digging into his biceps as her arousal crescendoed and splintered her into a hundred pieces. It felt like the music was playing directly in her brain from how hard she was coming.

"Yeah, come all over me, fuck, Cleo, I love this pussy so much. Daddy 'bout to come so hard for you, ah, mmmhhh..."

The jolt of his big frame and the thick grunt that followed gave him away. His thrusts stopped, and he held himself still inside of her, his head thrown back while he came inside the warm tunnel of her pussy, making the sexiest noises as he lost himself to unbridled pleasure. Cleo moaned with him as her body jerked from the force of his pulsing cock filling her up with his seed. She grinned lazily into the lens knowing that the entire scene was captured perfectly. As he crumpled in her arms, she left a string of kisses along his cheek and his neck, holding him close in a sudden desperate need to crawl into his skin as they descended from the incredible high together.

After the world had quieted and the room had stopped spinning, he straightened his back, kissing her before he pulled his dick out, watching his cum ooze from her pussy. She reached down to spread her pussy lips open while he picked up his phone again to get a closeup of the creampie that he created.

"Feed me our cum, Daddy," Cleo begged with her soft spoken voice. She watched as he swiped two fingers inside her and held up their joined fluids to her lips. Her mouth eagerly weaved around the digits, sucking and licking up their cum juices thoroughly, making him moan at the sexy visual.

"I've trained you well, my baby girl. You like this freaky shit just as much as I do," he teased, kissing her again as his arms wrapped around her waist. This was probably the part Cleo liked the best; the quiet after the storm, the cuddles and sweet butterfly kisses; basking in the afterglow as her love for him continued to blossom and deepen.

"You okay?" he asked, massaging her back in soothing circles as he looked at her.

"Mmm-hmm," she sighed blissfully in response.

"Mmm, that shit was fire, baby. Damn. I know that video is gonna be a masterpiece when we look back at it."

Cleo giggled in agreement, cradling his face in her hands and smoothing her thumbs over his beard, watching him visibly relax from her delicate touch. "Send it to me. I plan on having a lot of fun with it when you're not around."

"Dirty girl," he replied playfully with another sweet kiss, leaning down to help her take off her shoes. "Speaking of, what's TV like for you on Friday? It's the run-in angle from Damage Ctrl, right?"

"Yep. I'm off all through next week to sell the beatdown. Why?"

"Perfect. I'm at my place in Palm Springs for a week. Come meet me there after the show. I'll send you your flight details. Gabriel will take you to the airport and I'll come get you when you touch down. Bring a couple of bikinis and dinner dresses. You need some money for those, babe?"

Shaking her head no, she smiled the sweetest smile and hugged him. He spoiled her so much. She still had to pinch herself sometimes that this was her life. "You take such good care of me, Daddy. I lo-...I appreciate you."

If he caught the near slip-up, he didn't show it. "I appreciate you too. You should know by now that I love spending my money on you and taking care of you. So your fine ass better get used to it if you ain't."

Get used to it. She couldn't help but let her imagination run amuck at those words. Was it possible that he saw something more concrete between them? After all, they pretty much acted like boyfriend and girlfriend and most of the roster knew they were a thing. Deep down she longed for confirmation, but she also didn't want to ruin their great dynamic by overcomplicating it with an "official" label.

"Question. That video is in safe hands, right?" she changed the subject, making Roman snicker at the tinge of trepidation in her voice.

"Relax. The security on my phone is double-cheeked up," he insisted.

"You sure? Cuz I'mma smash your phone to pieces if I have to," she warned. "My folks will kill me if that video ever leaked."

Her cute little threat had him chuckling. She was so adorable. "Easy, tiger. It's safe, for mine and your eyes only. I'd never do anything to embarrass my baby girl." He stroked her chin gently, his eyes soft and filled with a warm, tingling emotion that brewed inside him only for this beautiful, exciting woman and seemed to grow stronger every day. He knew what it was, and he secretly prayed that it was not one-sided.

Their lips met once more in a gentle, sensual kiss that neither of them wanted to end. The disappointment sinking inside Cleo when he pulled away quickly vanished as he picked her up and carried her towards the shower. Again, she let him take her wherever the hell he wanted to. As long as she got to be with her Daddy, it didn't matter where they went. Sooner or later, with the right timing and persuasion, she would finally gather the courage to tell him she was in love with him.

THE END

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Hanahaki Disease Masterlist

All the Fear and the Fire (ao3) - this_is_too_fyuckking_much sam/bucky T, 10k

Summary: Sam gives no thought to the persistent smell of flowers in the air wherever he goes.

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Sam has trouble acknowledging or confronting his feelings for Bucky, especially since he couldn’t imagine Bucky ever feeling the same. His safe ignorance is broken by a cough that sticks around for too long.

Beyond Our Dreams (ao3) - thudworm tony/thor T, 1k

Summary: Apparently Hanahaki disease isn't a thing for Asgardians. Tony doesn't know if that makes it better or worse, since he's suffering it because of Asgardian.

But Not for Love (ao3) - Mireille steve/tony, minor pepper/tony T, 7k

Summary: Great. He was being murdered by a magical disease with a sense of humor.

Tony's coughing up flowers. The SHIELD database can't possibly be right about why.

i cried a constellation for you (ao3) - lmao_thunder, starksnack steve/tony T, 8k

Summary: Star Tear Disease. The internet tells him it’s deadly. It's not a very well-documented disease, officially at least, because it's been romanticized in the media for years but it's very real. As real as the glittering abominations clumped in his palm and soaked in tears. A grin curls onto Tony’s face. Maybe he’ll have enough to make his own American flag of unrequited love. Perhaps Steve would get a kick out of it.

Leave behind your heartache (cast away) (ao3) - Sparklefingers stephen/victor von doom E, 7k

Summary: In the evening, when his mask is removed, two small blue flowers fall out.

Hydrangeas, Victor realises.

This does not answer any of his questions. Neither do any of the books he consults before falling asleep in his library in the early hours of the morning.

No Ordinary Love (ao3) - TheFlashFic sam/bucky T, 11k

Summary: Bucky’s been magically cursed to be allergic to Sam Wilson.  

For fuck’s actual sake.

Oops, those are petals (ao3) - FawnoftheWoods bucky/tony N/R, 2k

Summary: Bucky's gone on a mission with Tasha and he left Steve to keep Tony safe while he's gone. But Tony is coughing an awful lot. What's going on?

Proof I Can Feel (ao3) - Remember When (scribblemyname) bruce/natasha G, 1k

Summary: Finding love in the middle of a war, in the middle of defection and rewriting your own identity down to your bones, it’s the fairy tale story neither of them can find it in themselves to believe.

She’s a creature of blood, he thinks. Red suits her. When he sees her brush off a blood-soaked red petal from a uniform drenched in the blood of her enemies and rub the streak from near her mouth with a shrug, he thinks it’s a strange sort of poetry. Somehow it’s beautiful.

The Winter Aconites (ao3) - Nameless_Hanna sam/bucky T, 4k

Summary: Whether Bucky doesn't love him anymore, or never loved him in the first place doesn't matter, because it wouldn't change the results –which is Sam getting the Hanahaki Disease.

turquoise petals on my fingers, in my lungs (ao3) - mish_mish steve/tony N/R, 2k

Summary: hanahaki disease AU

The heart crumbles in his hands, something whines lingeringly in his chest and beautiful turquoise flowers twist around his ribs. Stephen Strange knows what that means. He already feels the velvety petals sticking to his throat and choked him, when he looks at Tony Stark a little longer.

Where Flowers Bloom (ao3) - MarvelousMenagerie (HiddenOne) bucky/tony T, 9k

Summary: Bucky wakes up to rose petals on his pillow, petals he coughed up during the night. He knows exactly who the petals are for, and he's excited. All he needs now is a plan.

A fluffy hanahaki disease twist, in which coughing up petals isn't lethal - it's just a sign that you're in love, and you woo your intended with your beautiful bouquet of affection.

where flowers bloom (so does hope) (ao3) - hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes) steve/tony T, 7k

Summary: There's something ethereal about the man that has Steve's heart humming in his chest, and not in the way that means he's coming down with something. His eyes are roving over the street, catching on things that Steve can't identify. It's like he's trying to rebuild the street with the power of his mind alone, and for a second, Steve believes that he could. This man just doesn't belong at the entrance to a Brooklyn tenement building with wide eyes and fluffy hair and a lost expression on his face.

A strange man shows up in Steve's life, only to disappear just as abruptly, leaving Steve behind with a chest full of flowers. Steve doesn't expect to find him again, but he'll live this life as long as the flowers will let him. He owes Anthony that much.

white petals stained red (ao3) - scriptatur bucky/steve/tony T, 2k

Summary: When the first petal falls, he’s not even surprised. He’s not quite sure who it is, but that’s not really a surprise either. Only he could be so lucky to fall in love with two people at the same time. Unrequited love, that is, hence the petals falling from his lips. Tony stares at the two white petals in his hand, feels the back of his throat itch and thinks “Oh. This is it, then.”

Winter Jasmine (ao3) - Larilyn bucky/darcy G, 1k

Summary: Darcy has made it her mission to make Bucky Barnes smile. And Darcy never fails on her missions.

[written-in-flowers]

Downright Dirty

Pairing: Namjoon x Maknaeline 

Genre: Smut...so much fucking smut. dash of fluff. College!au, Fratboy!au

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 4k

Summary: It’s Namjoon fucking maknae line. What kind of story are you expecting? Let’s get it. 

Disclaimer:  This is work is completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. It is not meant to label or reflect the members of BTS in any way. The events within never took place.

Tags: bottom!maknaes, top!Namjoon, facials, blow jobs, four way, dirty talk, the maknaes are total hoes and Namjoon’s weak. It’s pure smut. Like I’m not even gonna play like this isn’t entirely self-indulgent. 

Masterlist 

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Surprises are part of life. Surprise promotions. Surprise parties and surprise gifts. There are definitely bad surprises such as getting outstanding bills in the mail or learning you failed an exam. However, there are the occasional very nice surprises: like coming back to your bedroom to find three pledges laying on your bed. This is exactly what Namjoon came back to after work. 

“Wha-what are you three doing here?” he asked, cheeks and ears burning slightly. 

Their fraternity has had their fair share of handsome pledges in its day. Namjoon can recall a few right off the bat who’d caught his eye. He is the president, so he needs to be in contact with all of them. Yet, Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin are the most handsome boys he’s ever come across. He’d noticed cute Jimin first: he’d walked right in on pledge week and asked Hoseok about their fraternity. It’s a good way to make friends and does look good on job resumes. Namjoon drooled over his petite and slender body a tight shirt and jeans. His sweet eye smile can charm the most stubborn of people. Namjoon recalled gravitating towards him once he saw him, eager to know everything about him. It explains why Namjoon’s jaw fell seeing him in the middle of his bed; wearing nothing but black briefs boxers that fit him. 

That same day, he met Taehyung. He’s as gorgeous as the models he photographs. Straight brown hair often tied back by a headband or scrunchie, his sharp features and thick eyebrows worked for him. He was equally interested in Taehyung when he arrived. He was friends with Seokjin, their treasurer, who’d vouched for him. He’s been very helpful in taking photos at fundraisers and setting up their page on the school website. Of course, the real talent is his slim, toned body in navy blue boxer briefs. Namjoon took in his long figure stretching a little further than Jimin, grinning mischievously at him.  

Jungkook. Oh Jungkook makes hearts melt. The youngest freshman (only by a year), the other brothers nicknamed him ‘The Golden Maknae’ for his sports abilities. There isn’t anything the young man can’t do. Currently, he plays on the school’s football team, but his real passion is film. He’d taken to filming daily vlogs for his Youtube channel; he often asked his fellow pledges to ‘guest star’ in them. Normally, Namjoon might awe over his bunny-like smile or wide doe-eyes, but not today. He ate up Jungkook’s buff body instead. A little more defined than Jimin, he isn’t bulky or too large. Simply broad and wide. Namjoon followed the lines of his body to his boxers, a deep red that showed off his bottom curves slightly. 

Separate, the maknaes are absolutely sinful. Together, they are damn near lethal. He’d grown used to watching them from afar. There’s a certain professionalism he must keep. Sure, his fellow brothers can ogle and flirt, but he kept his distance. But seeing them half naked on his bed sent Namjoon’s mind in a whirlwind. He’d never say out loud how much he’d love to bury himself in each of them. Anywhere. Everywhere. He dropped his bag by the door, it having slipped from his numb fingers. He swallowed the saliva watering in his mouth and took a deep breath. It’s something he’d never expected. This is Hoseok’s idea. He knows it. Yoongi doesn’t do surprises like this; Jin couldn’t care less about his sexual appetite. It must’ve been Hoseok. He’d heard about Namjoon’s internship for a law firm he’d applied for, and said they should celebrate. Most people throw a small party or go to dinner. Not Hoseok. There’s always some big surprise around the corner. He guessed their three most gorgeous pledges make for a perfect gift. 

Jimin confirmed his suspicions. “Hoseok told us you got your internship. He said he wanted to do something special but a lot of the brothers will be out tonight.”

“So, he thought having us three would be the cherry on top of your best day,” said Jungkook, angling himself so his already small boxers rode up his bottom. He saw the briefest glimpse and coughed. “Since you already eye fuck us so much,” he winked, shaking his ass oh-so-subtly. 

“Unless you don’t want us?” Taehyung asked, biting his lip slightly and rolling onto his side facing Jimin. He watched the man’s fingers slowly trail up Jimin’s stomach; he smirked hearing Jimin’s delighted giggle. “We can just lay here together and talk instead. Your bed’s so comfy; I don’t think I want to leave it yet.”

“Us neither,” Jimin added. 

A foursome with such beautiful men is Namjoon’s ultimate fantasy. In his mind, he ripped off his clothes and joined them. In reality, he froze in place and admired them from afar. “I...I, um…” he gulped, unable to take his eyes off either of them. “Uh, you guys shouldn’t have...Really...Hoseok was wrong to ask you guys to do this.” 

Hoseok is the devil doing the devil’s work on him. It’s quite common for pledges to sleep with older frat brothers for a bit of special treatment. Maybe they get exempted from a pledge game or don’t have to perform any sort of duties for the day. Yoongi and Jin are well known for it, but that’s mostly since they’re perverts anyways. They never forced the pledges to do it; it simply became well known how weak they are for pretty boys. Namjoon never did it because of how bad it looked for him, the president, to be taking advantage that way. Not that pledges hadn’t asked or hinted they’d like to “try it out”. Ever since Hoseok spread the rumor about his dick, it’s become more frequent. 

Especially with the three maknaes in front of him. 

“But we want to.” Jimin slipped from the bed over to him. He’d yet to change out of his shirt and tie from the office. Namjoon knew if Jimin touched him, he’d be a goner. Just having the small blond was enough for him. He breathed in deeply and Jimin knew he had him. Pulling on the end of his tie gently, he continued, “I know I do. A lot. Hoseok told me how big you are and I wanna see it for myself.” He pulled him down to whisper in his ear, “I want to play with it. Don’t you want to play with mine too?”

“Jimin...Chimmy…” 

“I see how you stare at me sometimes when you think I’m not looking,” he said. “Don’t worry though. I really, really, really like it when you do. I’ll let you play with my ass whenever you want...you won’t even have to do anything for me.” He loosened Namjoon’s tie, tossing it onto a chair nearby. 

“Me neither,” Taehyung appeared beside Jimin. Long fingers deftly undid the buttons of his shirt; Jimin’s gentle fingertips ran up and down whatever skin Taehyung revealed. “I don’t know if Jin ever told you,” he moved closer to him, untucking Namjoon’s shirt, “But I really love sucking cock and I wanna suck yours.”

“Fucking hell…” he breathed at the obscene words. Looking at Taehyung’s petal lips, he already saw them wrapped around his shaft; Jin mentioned it to him, but he’d ignored it. This made them both giggle. 

Jungkook finally came to them. “We just want to make you feel good, hyung,” he pouted, unbuckling Namjoon’s pants. His heart wouldn’t steady itself. His cock already began filling with blood and hardening seeing the three of them undress him. Slowly, Jungkook unbuttoned him, then pulled down his zipper. “We want to be good house pledges,” he continued, teasing the waistline of his boxers, “And take care of our president after a long day.” 

Having left his shoes at the front door, he only wore his boxers and socks now. They attacked right away. Taehyung left soft kisses on his neck and collarbone; Jimin’s thumbs grazed over his hard nipples that made Namjoon internally squirm; Jungkook rubbed his stomach, hips and front. He looked down to notice bulges growing in their boxers. Jimin interrupted his staring with the sweetest of kisses. Deep and slow, Jimin’s tongue smoothed right over his own while they kissed. Taehyung and Jungkook egged them on once they saw a glimpse of tongue between them. It only felt right to then kiss the other two. Jungkook tugged on his bottom lip tenderly before sinking into a kiss. Taehyung trailed up to his jawline before turning his head for another; it’s the most erotic thing he’s ever done. He’s always wanted the three of them; how can he not when they’re so beautiful? 

Tortuously, they left him for the bed again. This time, he followed but stood at the edge. They knew exactly how to hook him. Jimin and Taehyung made out while Jungkook peeled off Jimin’s boxers for him. Somewhat small, it suited Jimin. He imagined its girth stretching anyone who topped it. Then Jimin did it for Taehyung, his length popping out and hitting their stomachs; Taehyung settled between them to kiss Jungkook as he tugged off his boxers. Namjoon did not know where to focus. His eyes kept shifting between the three of them. Jimin’s fair skin contrasted against Taehyung’s tanned body; Taehyung’s ass fit the curve of Jungkook’s curled hips. They all came together, on their sides, kissing and caressing whatever part they could. Namjoon thought he might’ve died and gone to heaven. He wrapped a hand around his own cock and lightly stroked while he looked on. It pulsated in his hand with each pump of blood that ran through it. That tightening sensation ran from his balls to his core where his hips began moving on their own. He licked his lips seeing the three of them tangled together and began gyrating their hips into each other. Their kisses muffled their whimpers. Their hands traveled down each other's bodies to grab asses or stiff dicks. 

“Are you just gonna keep staring,” Taehyung asked, shutting his eyes as Jimin’s lips latched to his throat, nibbling and sucking the base, “Or are you going to come here?”

He answered by crawling over towards them. He replaced Taehyung’s spot in the middle; Jungkook and him took his sides while Jimin settled between his thighs. They divulged in him instantly. Jungkook and Taehyung locked a leg over each of Namjoon’s thighs; he moaned feeling the heat of their centers radiate through his underwear. He pictured their hardons pressing on his thighs for a bit of friction. Their knees brushed the sensitive area of his inner thighs that caused him to push up to them. They took to whining and whimpering in his ears to drive him insane. He just might not come back from this. It’s too good. He’ll never want only one partner again once they’re done with him. Jimin soon joined them in humping and kissing Namjoon. Kissing Namjoon deeply while the other two focused on his neck, he cupped the length pushing through his crotch. 

“Gosh, it is big,” he spoke between kisses. The very top sticking out of the waist band, Jimin began lazily running his finger in circles. He’s too good at this. They all are. “But...how come we’re the only ones naked?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook agreed, “It’s not fair.”

Namjoon laughed through gritted teeth, “Then take it off.”

They moaned together seeing Jimin unveil Namjoon’s raging hardon. Jimin slunk down his body to it, though he only rubbed the underside gently. Being pinned by Jungkook and Taehyung, he couldn’t force himself in the pretty dancer’s mouth like he always wanted. They’d pay for this torture. Each of them one at a time. While Jimin flicked the tip of his tongue over the thick vein underneath, Jungkook and Taehyung moved from his shoulders to his chest. They worked their mouths over his nipples; sometimes they licked one together, but mainly stuck to their sides. Small sparks of pleasure rolled down to his groin where Jimin continued teasing. He couldn’t take it anymore. His head remained titled back into the pillow while his eyes shut, falling deeper into his pleasure. They giggled seeing their leader so aroused.

“I never thought our hyung was such a pervert,” Taehyung whispered, his deep voice vibrating in Namjoon’s ear. “I like it,” he kissed and tugged Namjoon’s ear. Naturally, he pinched Namjoon’s nipple as he spoke. “Just so you know,” he rapidly rubbed it now, “You can fuck me whenever you like after this.”

“Oh fuck…”

“Wherever you want to too. Here in your bed, in your car, in the shower, in the library you go to so much. I don’t think I’ll want anyone else after this.”

“Jin will hate me,” he muttered back, turning his head to capture Taehyung’s lips. “He’s such a jealous guy,” he grasped Taehyung’s ass, giving a firm smack. “But I bet a naughty pledge like you would want him to join, huh? Since you like dick so much, right?” he spanked him again, earning a soft gasp from him. “Don’t think I don’t hear you at night sometimes,” he licked over Taehyung’s lips. The dark-haired man moaned in his mouth feeling his hand slide between his cheeks. “Moaning like the little slut you are; saying Jin’s name over and over until he’s unloading inside you.” He brushed his fingertip over Taehyung’s hole, causing him to grind into Namjoon. ”And you love every second of it.”  

“I do love it,” Taehyung agreed. “Do you want to unload in me too?”

“I’d love to, but that wouldn’t be fair to Jungkook and Jimin.” He turned to Jungkook, who stopped his teasing to listen in on them. “Yoongi’s told me all about you,” he pulled Jungkook close, nuzzling his nose, “You act sweet, but you’re a slut like these two here.” Jungkook’s butt fit nicely in his hand. He gave it a squeeze much like Taehyung, “I’ve seen it. At Jin’s birthday party? When you got on your knees and sucked him in his bedroom?”

“A lot of people did,” Jungkook grinded into his hand, moving himself for the best touch. “Jimin was there too,” he looked down to the blond now stroking Namjoon slowly. “Hoseok-hyung and Yoongi-hyung wanted to see who could deep-throat the longest.” 

“I won,” Jimin smiled. 

“By five seconds,” Jungkook retorted. “I could beat you now if I wanted to,” he looked back to Namjoon, “I’ve been practicing.”

“I can do that too,” Taehyung pouted, rolling his hips into Namjoon’s hand now. “You can ask Jin-hyung.”

The idea then came to him. “Why don’t you three prove that now?” he asked, glancing at each of them for a reaction. “Whoever wins gets to ride me first.”

“Yeah!”

“Yes, please, please, please!”

“I’m definitely going to win now.”

Jungkook and Taehyung met Jimin by his hips. They exchanged kisses centimeters from Namjoon’s head, which leaked precum whenever Jimin squeezed it. He grabbed the phone nearest the bed, searching for the timer with trembling hands. He let them play around with him for a moment; they wanted him as hard as possible. It was when they could snap his cock on his stomach that they told him they were ready. 

“Rules?” asked Jungkook, his competitive side already emerging. 

“No interrupting whoever’s turn it is. You can touch each other, but not them. Okay?”

“Yes, hyung,” they each agreed. 

Since Jimin stayed teasing him, he was first. After a short countdown, he immediately went to work. Forcing Namjoon’s legs apart, he ran broad licks over every side before taking him in. He thought he might melt into the sheets. The timer going beside him, he smirked. “Don’t linger around, Jiminie,” he taunted, “You haven’t even-Ah fuck…” He pressed the back of Jimin’s throat, feeling the younger’s whining around his tip. Jimin stayed still with Namjoon in his throat. He pulled back an inch or so each time, but otherwise kept him there. Namjoon forced himself to remain still to not give Jimin an advantage. 

“God, that’s hot.” Taehyung and Jungkook moved over to the other side of the bed. Taehyung on top of Jungkook, they grinded and kissed as they watched Jimin. “He feels really good, doesn’t he, hyung?”

“Yes, he does. Oh so fucking much…”

After twenty seconds, Jimin withdrew from him. Kneeling up, he coughed and gasped for air. Namjoon admired him when he stopped the clock. Precum and spit dribbled on his chin, his dick straight and red, he’s the most sinful sight in the world. Namjoon tried not having favorites amongst his pledges...but Jimin…

“So?”

“Thirty-three seconds.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have teased so much,” Jimin wiped his mouth, “But I couldn’t help it.I love your cock,” he gave the twitching muscle a small kiss. Namjoon nearly pushed himself back in for more. 

“Nu uh,” Jungkook pouted. “No way. Thirty-three?”

“Says so here. Your turn,” he slapped Taehyung’s ass to get him in position. How much can he take before he implodes upon himself? He never considered how long he can last with three partners. He’s had two before, but not three. Still, he reset the clock. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat. 

“Go.”

Much like Jimin, Taehyung started softly. Squeezing Namjoon’s base, droplets of cum fell on his tongue. This and Jimin’s saliva eased his entry. Namjoon held himself further back. Taehyung hadn’t lied to him nor did Jin make up stories. Taehyung’s mouth is heavenly. Once in the back, he rested there and angled up to look at Namjoon. He wanted Namjoon’s hips to thrust into his face. He showed as much by bobbing his head to tempt Namjoon into fucking his throat. He almost did before Taehyung began coughing and sputtering, drool dripping down Namjoon’s hilt. He quickly pulled back. His chest rising and falling, he swallowed and breathed deeply. Jungkook and Jimin laughed mockingly. 

“Thirty-two,” Namjoon showed the timer. “Jimin’s in the lead still.”

“Not fair,” Taehyung said, kissing Namjoon’s hips, “Do over.”

“No do overs,” he ordered. “It’s Kookie’s turn now.”

Taehyung moved to the wriggling Jimin. He groaned seeing Jimin lap up the remains on Taehyung’s chin before kissing him. They’re all so dirty. He’d never expect it from them, honestly. They seem so clean cut and innocent on the outside. He’d been pleasantly surprised when he caught Jimin and Jungkook’s little contest. He’d remembered going to Yoongi’s room  and found the four members together. Of course, a few people hung around to watch and film it. Namjoon is positive somewhere in the depths of adult sites he’d find that video. 

Being the competitive type, Jungkook did not tease or wait around. Wetting his length with his mouth, he sunk down almost immediately. The remains left by the other two pooled around his lips, but this didn’t bother him. Jungkook’s soft gagging became music to his ears; Jimin joined him. Beside him, back arched and head to the side, Taehyung showed exactly how much he liked oral. His head bobbed up and down Jimin’s short, but thick cock. Namjoon reached over to rub a nipple. He loved Jimin’s responsiveness. He begged for Namjoon to come closer; to touch and taste him before pounding him. Namjoon wanted to do just that. He’d begun sucking Jimin’s nipple until Jungkook let go of him. He glanced over concerned for the youngest of them, seeing him on his hands coughing up white streams. Namjoon sat up to help, seeing tears in Jungkook’s eyes as he regained a steady breath. 

Namjoon almost didn’t want to tell him. “...Thirty seconds exactly…” 

“Hyung,” he gasped, “Let me go again. I-I wasn’t ready.”

Namjoon swiped off the drool from his mouth and awed at him. “Rules are rules, Kookie,” he said, calling him by the affectionate nickname. “Don’t worry, you’ll get to have me too.”

“You promise?” he pouted, wiping his eyes. 

“I promise. Go get the condoms from my drawer, hm?”

“Okay, hyung.”

Why did that word arouse him so much? Hearing it come from each of them so innocently? He finally moved onto his side to relieve pressure on his back, and licked at Jimin’s nipples. He’d heard how sensitive they are. This caused Jimin to grip the back of his head, tangling his fingers in Namjoon’s hair. In a trail of kisses he moved down to Taehyung and they locked lips. Jimin’s sweet taste on his tongue made his cock twitch. He took over from Taehyung and slid Jimin into his mouth. Jimin’s moans became louder at Namjoon’s mouth; he pushed up into him for more and Namjoon didn’t back away. He turned his attention from Jimin to Taehyung, whose cock throbbed on Namjoon’s tongue. Little squirts of precum ran to his throat where he swallowed them down. Jungkook finally returned with the box of condoms and lube, though Namjoon surprised him as well. Taehyung pulled him close and Namjoon bent over Jimin to pleasure him next. They’re not the only ones who can suck more than one. It’s an awkward position, but they made it work. They helped along by sliding into his mouth themselves; Jimin being the one staying still, constantly wanting more of Namjoon. 

Finally prepared, he rested back into the pillows and Jimin straddled him. He’s beautiful. They all are. He fell for the way their eyes darkened with lust and the sheen of sweat covering them. Jimin rested over him, arching his back and kissing him. He decided he’d make kissing Jimin a regular occurance. He wrapped his arms around Jimin’s torso; he started massaging the perky cheeks in his hands. He loved their softness; they molded to his grip and hands. Jimin wiggled around on top of him while he groped. He could lay there playing with it for ages. Spreading them, a cold liquid and another hand touched his fingers. 

“Hyung,” Jimin whined, “Taehyung’s…” he gasped once that hand sunk a finger into him. 

“He’s just opening you for me,” Namjoon replied, planting kisses on his shoulder. “We wouldn’t want you to get hurt riding me.” 

“But I want you now!” 

He laughed, pecking his lips, “You’re such a weak little slut. I mean, they might be slutty,” he kissed up to his ear, “But you’re the worst one.” Namjoon looked to see Jimin biting down on the pillow. He glanced over his shoulder to see Taehyung fingering and Jungkook watching. He guessed the younger jerked Taehyung, who’d hunched over to the pleasure. He returned to Jimin, “I’ve heard all kinds of things about you...you letting the other elders take turns on you...you sucking off other pledges in the dorms...fucking strangers at clubs...why fuck strangers when you have my cock right here?”

“You wouldn’t let me, so I-I-I had to go for second best.”

He urged Taehyung to pull out his fingers. Jimin didn’t need to be told; he impaled himself on Namjoon in one swift motion. His eyes widened and rolled back with Namjoon deep inside. He stayed that way for a minute or so; Taehyung took the opportunity to blow him again and Jimin trembled. Needy Jungkook brought himself to Namjoon, and he didn’t refuse. Even as he sucked and tugged on Jungkook, he kept his eyes on Jimin. It’s like using a silk toy. His walls are so smooth and nearly suck him inside. Soon enough, Jimin rode Namjoon expertly. His rocking hips brought Namjoon right to the edge over and over. His bouncing pushed him into Taehyung’s mouth, though Jungkook’s thigh kept this out of his view. Imagining it alone was enough to drive him through the wall. 

Taehyung went next after a while. He preferred being in reverse to give Namjoon a nicer view; his bent down position showed off his firm ass being stretched. Jimin pushed his bottom apart to lick right where he and Namjoon met. The teasing of Jimin’s tongue forced him to push into Taehyung deeper. Taehyung begged for him not to stop. 

“Please, hyung. Please, don’t stop.”

“But it’s my turn,” Jungkook told him, looking to Namjoon for defense. “You said-”

“-You can have your turn now.”

Namjoon couldn’t help but smile even in his erotic haze. Yoongi told him Jungkook is the brattiest of the three; clearly it isn’t a lie. That quickly disappeared the moment Jungkook sat on him. He took hold of the headboard and moved his hips. His strong muscles clenched at the movements; Namjoon took in how they twitched each time Jungkook stretched himself. He felt Jimin and Taehyung spread his legs further apart. Jungkook’s bouncing began more shallowly, stopping right in the middle of his shaft instead of further down. Why? Because Jimin went back to licking the hilt and Jungkook’s hole together. Taehyung? Taehyung took to one of Namjoon’s balls, sucking and rolling each in his mouth. God, it’s dirty. It’s smutty and arousing. It made him see stars and fireworks blowing up in front of his eyes. He thought he might cry from how much he held back. He could feel exactly where their tongues touched. He felt them switching places while Jungkook’s walls squeezed him. They plan to milk out every drop no matter how it’s done. 

“All-A-All of you...bend over….now.”

Having their asses lined up in a row is a dream. A horny wet dream. He continued on with Jungkook, pulling him onto his cock as he slammed forward. He saw Jimin and Taehyung stroking themselves and watching. Namjoon wasn’t greedy. He stuck two fingers deep into Taehyung’s fluttering hole, feeling it tighten right away. He moved his fingers the same rhythm as his cock; that special spongy part inside them all touched his fingertips. So he abused it, pushing into it over and over while doing the same to Jungkook. Namjoon kept his pace up until he felt Jungkook shaking and seeing him grip the pillow tightly. Right before Jungkook let go, he flipped him onto his back just to see Jungkook cum all over himself. He did the same to Taehyung: replacing his fingers and ignoring the burning in his thighs, stomach and hips. Namjoon felt his strength giving way now. Three partners truly is ambitious, but it would’ve hurt to force one of them to leave. Like Jungkook, Taehyung ended on his back. However, he aimed his cock upwards to spray over Namjoon instead. He tried catching a stream in his mouth for that extra dirtiness, but licked it from his chin instead. 

Jimin. Sweet Jimin noticed how tired Namjoon looked. Leaning upwards, holding himself on the headboard, he looked over his shoulder. “Let me, hyung,” he pushed his hips into Namjoon, “Let me do it for you.”

Namjoon held him close as Jimin worked him once more. How is he so good at this? Namjoon did not mean what he said. It’s all bravado. It’s dirty talk to get your partner worked up. Jimin is this good naturally, and that pushed Namjoon forward. His breathy moans, the incoherent mixes of ‘Namjoon’ ‘Hyung’ and curses finally cultivated into a powerful orgasm. Unintentionally, Jimin is pinned onto his back unlike the others, being ravaged and pounded until his climax subsided. This gave Namjoon the safety to release. He withdrew shakily from Jimin and began pumping himself over them. Jungkook and Taehyung quickly joined the dazed Jimin, who barely stuck out his tongue for the shots of cum Namjoon let out. They landed on cheeks, noses, chins and tongues. When it turned into drops, they each sucked what they could before passing him along. They cleaned each other and Namjoon thought he might pass out watching. 

Finally, he fell onto his back in the middle. Despite his sheets slightly dampened, his body finally exposed to the cool air, he rested. The three younger members laid in place like he did; their shallow breathing and whimpers in the air for a while. They all tried reaching for him and he let them. He’s too tired to tell them how hot he is and their warmth only stacks onto it. This did not last long though. Taehyung left first, pulling clothes over his sticky body, and said he’d go shower. Jungkook followed him, also needing a shower. This left him and Jimin alone in the bed. The smaller scooted over to him even if it tired him more. As Namjoon drifted to sleep, he brought Jimin closer. He’d never say Jimin is his favorite outloud. It’s mean and cruel to the other two. But, seeing Jimin’s sleeping face near his, he decided he’d certainly have Jimin again. 

“I won’t tell,” Jimin suddenly said, eyes still closed. 

“I...I did love it with all three of you-”

“-Shh,” he shushed him, “You don’t have to explain it. I know what you mean. I have my favorite too.”

“Who?”

“You.”

He pecked Jimin’s lips and hugged him.