#i need him to compare buck to juice and for it to not translate at allll

[tommygotwrittenoff]

ohhh what i would give for another cringe fail eddie diaz speech with a weird metaphor for love

[btssmutficslovingfan01]

Seducing Suga - Part 2

⮱ Summary: You were happy to find out that Yoongi likes your rap skills, and your original plan involved him, but then the unexpected happened.

Back to 🌼 PART 1 🌼 ⇖

⮱ Words: 2k

⮱ Pairing(s): Yoongi x Reader, t i n y Jungkook x reader

⮱ Genre: Smut, Angst

⮱ Warnings: Cheating, graphic depictions of sex, swearing

                                _______________________

“I’m just moving forward, no matter what happens behind me,

Even with the tears running down my cheeks I, I, I am a survivor.” You finish recording the demo as the girl group looks at you with curious wide eyes. You weren’t just singing, you were crying. The leader of your girl group, Nadi, made sure to give you a tight squeeze before patting you on the back and sending you out. It was official, you were the biggest loser of an artist the company had produced.

You’ve been crying a lot lately, and everyone knows it’s because of your idol boyfriend. Because of certain obligations, you had to come clean about your relationship to Yoongi, so that your company could take measures to help you come up with a cover story. You weren’t in a good place with him at the moment, since you hadn’t texted each other in a little over a month and you expected him to text you first.

Your company had declared you their new solo artist and you just had to work on a collaboration with BTS. This one wouldn’t feature a rapper though, you were to record vocals with Jungkook and they wanted you both there to get a sense of your sounds together. Old fashioned producers prefer it that way. 

You know you’ll have to meet Yoongi, Namjoon, or Hoseok but most likely Yoongi since he was on the list of producers for the song. You already released your first album and you were planning on dropping two singles. The first one would be the finished version of “Survivor,” the song which you just recorded a demo for, and the second one will be the song you’re working on with Jungkook.

“There you are! The girls told me you were crying? Come on honey, look over the lyrics for your new song. Jungkook himself wrote it after sitting down for five minutes. This boy has a knack for writing about feelings.” Confused, you take the sheet of lyrics from her hand and you see them handwritten in cursive english. You could tell the song was meant to be sung in Korean but for whatever reason, Jungkook decided to translate them to English.

“If there’s a love that must be true,

That would be the love I have for you.

No matter what may pull us apart,

In the end you have my heart.

P.S I hope this collab makes you feel better, I know you’ve been hurting just as bad as my brother has been.” You sigh at the note, smiling and feeling my spirits lifted higher after reading Jungkook’s neat handwriting. You thought it was sweet that he still believed in old pen and paper as his main form of communication. Obviously, he has a phone and he could’ve texted you, but he opted for the letter.

You open up your phone and send him a picture of the paper. A few minutes later he replies back, and you talk more about the collab. Then you stop talking after he tells you he has to practice. It has been a while since you sat down and talked about your life with anyone. Normally you stay away from talking about work when it comes to Yoongi, but it’s so natural with Jungkook.

You decide to sit down and start writing. “Dear Jungkook,” You start.

Your POV

The day for our first collaborative project has arrived. After sending each other letters back and forth for the past month or so, me and Jungkook were joined at the hip. So much so that Jimin pulled me aside to tell me off about my closeness with Jungkook and how it was like I was forgetting about Yoongi.

“How is it any of your business, Jimin? Me and Jungkook are friends. If Yoongi thinks there’s something more, that’s his problem. Did you know that I was heartbroken after he decided not to text me after telling me he needed a break? We haven’t even talked to each other since then. Things aren’t the same between us. I didn’t realize how much I had in common with Jungkook until after that happened. So in a way, I’m glad that me and Yoongi are no more,” As soon as I say those words, Yoongi steps out of the shadows. “Gah! Where did you come from?”

“I was having my coffee in the other room. I heard about what you said. It sounds like you and Jungkook really hit it off. I’m happy for you, really,” He sets down his mug on a coaster nearby. “So that’s why I wanted to tell you that we should break up.” I feel a pang of sadness inside but it’s nothing compared to the immense longing in my heart I have for Jungkook. The positive feelings took over the negative ones, and for the environment and mood in the studio to be good, I needed to concentrate on that.

“Okay. I agree with you. Shall we start?” I ask him as an artist would to a producer, and he nods, sitting down with a blank look on his face. This time, it really does look blank. I can’t read him as well as I used to, I suppose.

Me and Jungkook ended up spending four hours together, and after a lot of time holed up in the studio, we were a lot closer than before. Enough for him to kiss me during our 30 minute break. I returned the kiss gingerly, savoring the taste of his strawberry lip balm. This boy smells and tastes good.

“Will you please go on a date with me?” He asks after recovering from the long-winded kiss.

“Yes.” I smile in response, happy to jump back into recording with Jungkook. We even filmed a Bangtan Bomb, and it was so obvious that there was a spark between us. But the closer I got to Jungkook, the more gloomier Yoongi got. 

“And it’s time for Yoongi to hop in the booth with you. It’s the rap verse.”  I check the paper quickly, noticing that Jungkook hadn’t written a prior note about Yoongi.

“There’s a rap verse?” I ask in disbelief.

“Yeah, I added it after hearing you guys together. It didn’t sound like enough…” He dissed my singing skills right in front of me! We sit through two grueling hours of that before we’re dismissed for the day.

I grab Yoongi’s collar and I drag him towards the janitor’s closet. “How romantic. Isn’t it sweet that we have candles already here to set the mood?” I raise an eyebrow, pinning him against the wall.

“Shut up. I just wanted to be happy and I was starting to really like Jungkook. Why do you always have to ruin everything?” Seeing his blank expression soften, my heart started to race. What’s wrong with me now?

“Your lips say one thing, but your eyes say another,” He shushes me as he suddenly has me pinned to the wall, reversing our predicament so that I was in his trap again. “Maybe we should see what your body says.” Before he puts a hand on me, I stop him.

“Yoongi…” He stops midway, making sure he has my full consent before proceeding. “...Kiss me.”

We start off slow, with kisses so fiery they could melt my heart into a puddle. Yet my heart was encased again, as my body was telling me to act on impulse. The lust takes over each of us, pushing us into the wall-literally, as Yoongi’s tongue slipped into my mouth and I parted my lips so that he didn’t have to force his way in. Our tongues danced together as our lips collided in a sad, forbidden way, and we pulled apart for air after the anticipation had died down.

“You didn’t think we were stopping just there, did you?” I feel his hand circle my thigh and I warm heat shoots up my core. 

“I don’t know. Depends on what you want.” He lets his hands linger for a bit, groping me in ways that should make me feel dirty but instead I feel excited. The thrill of the moment makes me feel good.

We kiss again as he pulls off his shirt and I lose my own, our bodies filled with lust for only each other again. I haven’t felt this way about anyone in a long time.

“Shit, I’m hard. You feel that? You make me so hard, princess.” I roll my eyes at the cliche line.

“Don’t call me “princess.” I ain’t royalty. Call me by my name, kitty cat.” I allude to his nicknames from the fanbase, mostly cat-based since he resembles a cat with how tired he is whenever a camera is in his face. Little do they know that behind the scenes, Yoongi is a hard worker and that is why he is tired all the time. He barely had time for me when I was his girlfriend.

“Don’t call me kitty cat. It’s bad enough I gotta deal with crazies on a daily basis who baby me and call me lil meow meow.” I suck in a deep breath when he drops to his knees, his fingers hooking on the sides of my panties before he pulls them down. I shudder at the feeling of the cool air hitting my sensitive region at first, and I practically melt when Yoongi puts his lips on me.

I groan and buck my hips as he savors my juices, making me climax with just his lips and tongue. He smirks, burying his head further between my legs as I smother him with my clit, stroking his smooth tufts of grey locks as he kisses me to my orgasm.

“Yoongi, Oh it feels too good. Fuck yes.” I moan as he drives me over the edge, slapping my clit with his fingers before lapping up my juices. 

“That felt good, didn’t it sweetheart?” I nod, unable to speak as the aftershocks of my orgasm leave me unable to stand straight for a minute. He helps me up, lifting me to my feet since my legs forgot how to function from the crazy orgasm that Yoongi administered. “Well you’re in for a treat. Don’t worry, I’ll do all the work. Now, sit back and relax.” I nod as he makes me sit with my legs wide open in a chair and he strips down completely so that I have a great view of his giant dick and cute butt. “I’m gonna fuck you now, is that okay?” He asks as I gulp, feeling thirsty as he lowers his cock into me slowly.

“That hurts.” I groan, earning an apology from him before he turned me around and unclasped my bra so that I was fully naked as well.

“Shit, such a nice ass.” He spanks me as I bounce on his dick, moving involuntarily since he was the one slamming into me in the first place. I feel his warm hands on my ass, taking in the pleasurable feeling of his cock sliding into me with ease, as he was hard and dripping. I realize somewhere in the middle of riding his dick that we forgot to use protection.

“Yoongi, are you cumming yet?” He shakes his head, his pale cheeks flushed red as sweat drips down his forehead and our bodies cling together from the extra sweat. He looks a bit more exhausted than usual, but that’s probably because he was tasked with fucking my brains out for over an hour now.

“Shit, I’m close now. Y/N, hold me.” 

“But I-” He kisses my neck, holding my hips in place as I attempt to bounce off his lap, and before I can say anything his hot white semen has painted my inner walls. Cream drips down my inner thighs, leaking onto his stomach as I pop off his dick with an evident look of fear on my face.

“That was amazing, babe. I haven’t cum like that since—”

“I’m not on birth control, Yoongi,” And with those words he freezes, his look of pleasure replaced with fear. “That’s not all. I just cheated on Jungkook. Oh my god.” I feel my heart beating out of my chest, blood rushing to my head all at once before I pass out.

[thebiasrekkers]

To My Bed 18+  PT 2 || JJK

Plot: Jungkook needs a break, a respite from his actual world. He needs relief and only has time to find it one way.

Rating: R 18+ // NSFW

Genre: modern day || idol!verse ||

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female OC

Warnings: Strong language, BDSM, KINKS ok?

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 1,786

AN: I don’t know what possessed me to write this and apparently there’s gonna be a part two. I guess the youngest finally got to me. I kept listening to To My Bed by Chris Brown

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One was not supposed to have sex with the clients. 

But what happened when the Mistress needed the same type of therapy that her client? Your thoughts were racing just has hard as your blood through your veins at that revelation. Watching him stroke himself in perfect compliance, his breaths getting harder and harder. You could even see the veins in his neck start to pop out from holding back as if he had been just singing the perfect song for you. 

Using one hand, you pushed him back and knocked him off balance to where he was flat on his back. He gasped, startled by the sudden action but the corners of his mouth perked up when you mounted him. The clothing rubbed up against him in the most amazing way and you couldn’t resist grinding onto his muscled body. His hands started to reach up for your skirt but the crop came crashing down on them. 

“I don’t think I gave you permission, yet.”

Your skirt bunched up with the position you were in and it was, quite frankly, too restrictive as of that moment so you reached down to unzip it. Suddenly there was a noise from Jungkook, a pitiful start from him when you attempted to do it. An eyebrow of yours rose at the noise and the yearning grew. 

“Oh? Did you want to help me take this off? I guess you’ve been such a good boy.”

Climbing off of him, you allowed him to take off the blindfold to see what he was dealing with. His eyes adjusted to the light, still keeping the wide eyed look that he had since starting that little adventure. You turned around and used the crop to point where the zipper was. His hands pressed a little further in than what was needed but he got the zipper for you, hands lingering on your hips before pulling them back. His hands were much warmer than what you were expecting, seeping through the fabric. 

Grabbing one hand, you had turned to grasp the retreating hand and guided him across your ass, over your stomach. He sucked in a breath at being allowed to touch you and decided to get closer to you. You could feel more heat as he adjusted to stand on his knees, on the bed while you were standing. His member pressed against your back as he closed the space between you two and his other hand wrapped itself around you. His breath was on your neck as he kept himself from seeking friction, the unzipped skirt still hanging onto your hips. 

“I saw how well you used your hands, now let’s see them on me.” 

Dropping the crop to the side, you held up your arms. Getting the idea, he slowly untucked the shirt you had on from its spot and over your head. The shirt fell to the ground as he fingered the straps of your upper wear, unsure of what all he could do. So you grabbed his hands again, placing one on the clothed nub that was slowly getting hard from being exposed. The other hand was stuck inside the skirt, fingers resting inside the underwear. He pulled you to him, finally feeling that friction he was seeking and bucking his hips slowly against your ass as he slipped a finger inside. 

His other hand was kneading your breast, playing with the nipple that was trapped. Your own hands snaked their way up his forearms, enjoying the taut grip that he had you in. But, it wasn’t quite enough. 

“Are you afraid, Jeon Jungkook? C’mon---touch me!” You dared him and almost immediately, he jerked you flush against him as he started to finally use his strength. He slipped another finger inside of you, pumping and curling his fingers just like he had imagined. The other hand gripped your breast inside of the upper wear, relishing the soft skin that he had come into contact with. His hips rubbed harder against you and finally making the skirt fall off, exposing your ass and stockings to him. 

“No… please, leave them on..” You were about to kick off your heels and unstrap the hose when his voice panted in your ear. His hand in your cunt started to slip in and out at a faster rate, making you gasp in response. You needed something to hold onto so finally, you had him release you and you turned to face him. His fingers dripped with some of your juices, his fingers were good in the moment but they had ignited something more. 

Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a wax candle and lighter. His eyes questioned what you were doing but instead, you motioned for him to suck on the digits. Lighting up the candle, you watched as he suckled lightly on them--tasting the fruits of his efforts. His eyes were blown wide as he watched you settle back before him, pushing on his chest again to make him fall back. This time, when you climbed on top of him, you didn’t have the restrictions of the skirt or shirt. Just the flex of his muscles beneath you. The candle burned slowly, leaving a warm light on your skin as it made a stark contrast to the soft blue lights of the room. 

His eyes flickered to the candle and back to you as you held up a finger to your lips. Grinding down on him again, the most delicious moan escaped his lips as the contact kept him going. Even the heels you still had on were scraping against his legs as you sat there, waiting for the candle to finally soften enough. He had been holding back for so long, now it was the time to see if he would snap and break out of confinements that he’d been placed in due to the nature of his work. 

Rubbing his broad chest, your fingers danced along the dips of his pectorals and you spied an area where the fun would begin. Jungkook’s hands didn’t know what to do at that moment but when you dipped your hand, pouring the wax out and onto his chest--they flew from their positions and gripped your hips nicely. He cried out and bucked his hips as he tried to find a spot to alleviate his frustrations. Some of the wax dripped near his left nipple, drying there in a dark drip. That color looked so good on him, the black. 

Whimpering, he desperately tried not to move around but was failing miserably with you on top of him. So eventually, after several more pours, you gave into him as you slid a condom onto his member. His hands helped you to move some of the stockings around so that way he could have an entrance, slowly sliding into you. 

He was a lot bigger than you’d imagined, than you gave him credit for. Or was it that it had simply been a while? A soft exhale came out when he was about half-way in, nearly dropping the candle but you held onto it with a firm hand. Once he was fully inside of you, there was a moment where you had to stop and think about this life decision. Setting the candle down in a safe spot and blowing it out, you’d finally had enough of playing around with him. And by the look on his face, the desperate look he had? He was ready to blow, in more ways than one. 

Your hips started to move, placing your hands on his chest and feeling where the dried was was. His hands never left your hips as you started to rock against him, the heels of your shoe scraping against his skin again. Compared to him, you were tiny in his embrace but that didn’t stop you from rolling your hips around on his dick. You even pushed yourself up a bit to bounce off of him, causing him to groan and gasp. Soon the pace picked up, riding and milking him for everything that he had. The soft slap of skin, the gasps of breath between the both of you--they were soon the only sounds to be heard as he keened with excitement. 

He eventually started to pull you harder onto him, every thrust he made was accompanied by a grip and pull. He was going harder than most had done before him and it was making you breathless. He had a lot of stamina and it was doing numbers on you, so much that you eventually sunk down and started to nibble at his chest. 

“Please, let me… I want to please you.” He breathed out during that moment of pause. You nodded and immediately he flipped you over, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder. Readjusting himself, he slid inside of you again--the lewd sound of your fluid and skin slapping had made a return. Spreading you a bit wider, Jungkook used his hips to thrust harder and harder into you. His pants came out in short bursts, almost in sync with each movement he gave. You had to hold onto his arms to keep yourself from being moved away, the force of his hips were starting to have your head near the headboard. 

His mouth attached itself to your chest, sucking so gently while he destroyed your lower half. That continued for a few moments before he adjusted again, throwing the other leg up on his shoulder. He lifted your hips up and pounded into that right spot, a shuddering breath that you tried to take when he did so. It didn’t take long for it to fall over the edge, at that angle. Grasping at him, a cry came out as you saw stars in your vision--the force of the orgasm hitting you like a train. 

His cries, whimpers and gasps were so soft until he finally came himself. A few moments later, after feeling your walls clench around him, he gave a growl and shuddered himself as his lost his rhythm in the pleasure. His hips stuttered, making your sensitive cunt squeeze around him again as you grasped at each other. Sweat and heavy breathing, the feel of the stockings on his skin--Jungkook hadn’t come that hard in a while and neither had you. You looked into his eyes and saw that the man had the eyes of an animal, one that was getting ready for round two. You had achieved what you came there to do but at what cost?

You’d figure all that out in the morning but what you wanted him to do was rip the hose off your legs and eat you out. 

[charlieb-baby]

Beard Tickles

Summary: Clyde Logan is a kinky man and when he is reunited with his girlfriend she is fascinated by his new beard... (this is my first ever story posting!)

It was true what they said about the quiet ones, they were definitely kinkier- and Clyde Logan was a shining example of this. During his teen years he was hidden whilst his siblings reigned as a supreme beauty queen and legendary jock star. The giant of a teen would much rather be struck with some narrative about exploring the depths of a vibrant forest than getting drunk at a cramped house party. He got into the habit of mumbling his words and avoiding social interaction. So it was only natural for him to be intimated when some recruitment officers came in one assembly. Yet, whilst listening to the Officer talk, something clicked. His first instant connection was formed and he signed up as soon as he was 18 with an uncharacteristic urge to pounce into action. When finally deployed, the intense environment surrounding him didn’t suddenly turn him into Mr. Chatterbox but did help improve his communication skills.

While he still was a man of few words, this did not translate into his list of kinks. After dating him for 3 years you had accepted that being surprised in the bedroom was now a part of your lifestyle. For a regular man Clyde certainly wowed in every aspect. He could have you coming with a few delicate touches after an excessive amount of teasing. And oh god did he love to tease you. Your needy whines and desperate pleas only caused his ego (and hard cock) to grow enormously. Once, he caught you rambling to your friend about your bedroom activities whilst cooking him breakfast after an extremely hot and heavy night.

“I don’t know it’s.... like have you ever been with someone who met needs you didn’t even know you had? He just seems to know my every spot and desire.”

He spent the entire day and whole bar service that night grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

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So when you had to leave for 2 weeks it was certain you’d suddenly be lacking in orgasms. And whilst you jumped at the chance to be with your family to celebrate your mothers birthday, you couldn’t deny how much you had missed Clyde in every sense. His soft snuggles as he cuddled you first thing, the sweet kisses he pressed against your neck from behind as you made breakfast, the warming compliments he gave as you got dressed, the loving texts he sent whilst you were both at work, the hard grip of his rough hand against your inner thigh as you needily whimpered with his tongue greedily lapping up your juices that he insisted tasted as succulent as a fresh peach. You couldn’t lie, your own fingers weren’t long enough to be able to pleasure yourself like Clyde could so it left you unfulfilled- something you weren’t use to. All you wanted to do was rush home, into his muscular arms and be held tightly.

That feeling only increased when he told you he had come down with an illness. You could hear his course voice through the phone.

“Aww Clyde baby, I can come back if you need me to, you know that,” you softly told him, affection laced heavily in your words.

“Aw sweetheart, you don’t have to do that, I can’t be pullin’ ya away from ya mumma. I know how much ya miss her otherwise.” His southern twang was only emphasised by his dry throat. And whilst you feel down about his illness, his thick voice was causing you to grow slightly wet as you sat in your childhood bedroom. You sighed heavily before replying.

“Okay then, but if you start to feel any worse you get on the phone to me straight away Mr. Logan and I’ll be right back making you some chicken soup and nursing you better,” which causes him to chuckle and wheeze at the same time, increasing your worry slightly.

“I’m a grown man darlin’, I think I can take care of myself,” he stated cheekily.

“Oh Clyde I know how grown you can get, trust me,” you teased and smoothly wrapped up the conversation, allowing him a hopefully restful nights sleep.

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No matter if you had been away for 10 minutes or 10 days, coming back to Clyde’s trailer always made a rush of comfort spread throughout your body. It was the knowing safety that came with it that made you so content. And you rushed in as quick as you could, excited to see your handsome man after what had felt like an eternity apart. There was no obvious sight of him when you entered but heard mechanical humming coming from the bathroom so gently knocked on the door which was quickly flung open. You were then engulfed by muscular arms and lifted off of your feet only to be placed down on the edge of your bed. Before you could even say hello you felt his full lips press firmly against yours, causing you to smile widely.

“I missed you too,” you chuckled and blushed as you pulled apart.

“I can’t believe I didn’t even hear you pull up, damn electric razor too loud,” Clyde grumbled as he stood between your legs. It was then you took notice of his goatee. He’d grown it much thicker than usual and you were desperate to stroke it or have it buried between your legs, whichever came more natural.

“Well maybe you should kiss me some more to apologise that you weren’t standing there waiting for me,” you argued and Clyde was quickly persuaded as his lips met yours once again.

You could feel the hair on his chin tickling you gently and you reached a finger delicately up to trace it. The bristles felt unexpectedly soft to the touch- he must have started using the moisturiser you bought him for Christmas. His cheeks also felt smooth against your other hand as you gently grabbed his face as Clyde deepened the kiss. Yet as soon as you went against the grain, there was a rough prickly feeling against your fingertip. It was hard to choose a preference. He groaned and moved to kiss your neck.

“I didn’t realise you liked my beard so much baby,” He teasingly muttered against the skin, where he made sure to roughly tickled the sensitive skin there.

“Neither did I,” you murmured, half embarrassed, half too turned on to think properly.

“Mmmm, I grew it whilst I was ill and was missin’ you. I just sat here in bed, not moving, wishing my baby girl could come and look after me. You know how lost I am without ya,” Clyde responded as he moved to rest his forehead against yours and place his hand under your sundress, resting on your inner thigh.

“I did offer to come home,” you quickly retorted, still running your finger along his facial hair.

“I know, but whilst I was alone in this big bed, desperately needing ya, all I could do was imagine how badly my girl’s tight pussy needed a good poundin’” his sultry voice spoke. Oh god he was gonna be the death of you. All you could do was let your breathe hitch slightly in response.

Clyde practically ripped off all items of clothing, spinning you around by your waist and moving you to lie flat on your stomach. Your heart rate increased rapidly at his actions. It had barely been 15 minutes since you’d got in and he already had you naked, breathless and needy. You could feel his intense stare on your curves as he pondered over what fantasy to indulge in this time. Or was he creating one up on the spot? His actions always seemed so fluid, leading you to believe he’d been wondering about it for some time, carefully planning- yet each time he catered to your needs over his, sensing how you felt in the moment.

You felt a dip in the bed as he straddled you from behind, moving your hair to the side. His mouth rested next to your right ear where his hot breathe flowed, sending a chilling but indulgent shiver to every nerve in your body.

“Daddy’s missed you so much baby girl. I had to look at porn without ya but it was nothin’ compared to you,” Clyde began and you couldn’t hold back the soft little whimpers that escaped your mouth or the involuntary shuffling of your legs to feel something, anything, to ease the aching. “Now I got ya back here with me I just hav’ta run my face over ya entire body.” He didn’t give you time to respond as he placed his hand on the back of your hair and moved his head around the skin on your neck. The bristles of his beard tickling with a subtle callousness which was soothed by the gentle sucking of his plump lips and the stroking of your hair.

“Mmmm you like this don’t ya?” Clyde groaned desperately, eager for your response. You could only hum contently in response, too overwhelmed.

He then moved down to run his goatee and face against your shoulders and the space between, his hand grabbing your hips to keep you from squirming as much as you were. When he tilted his head to the side allowing you to feel the smoothness of his cheeks, juxtaposing the prickling of his facial hair. There was a quiet question raised at the back of your mind that you hardly noticed due to the sheer pleasure you were feeling: why was this so fucking hot right now? Was it Clyde’s possessive need for you? Your built up horniness? It was simply mind blowing. He traced down your spine, occasionally teasing your lower back, edging towards your ass cheeks.

“Being away from you has made me sex starved darlin’, so it’s only fair for daddy to tease you.” Clyde spoke seductively.

“Mmm daddy no, I’ve been so needy for you. My fingers weren’t long enough whilst I was away.” You impulsively responded causing him to chuckle smugly. You urgently needed more.

Somehow sensing this, he finally ran his beard against the tops of your ass cheeks, causing a deep gasp to be let out, your body reacting for you as you pushed yourself back into him. It was now Clyde’s turn to gasp and groan at your action.

“Fuck who needs porn when I’ve got this ass?” Clyde murmured against the skin there. He couldn’t help but spank you with as much force as he could generate, causing your back to arch as you let out a shocked whine at the pain. An animalistic moan deep from Clyde’s throat burst through his lips in return. The shaggy sensation of the hair on his chin had you irrationally bucking your hips to gain as much friction as possible. His face moved in circular motions making it impossible to keep your moans in, spurring Clyde on. Just when you thought you couldn’t be in more pleasure, a thick finger found your attentive throbbing clit, circled it and run up and down your folds.

“Oh shit, you’re so wet for me. Fuck you must love feeling daddy’s beard all over,” Clyde smugly stated but you could sense the need in his voice too. You pushed yourself back further into him.

“Please, please Clyde, I cant take it.” you said needily.

You should have felt more embarrassed at the tone of your voice but you were too far gone to be self aware. Hearing your desperation increased Clyde’s own need but he’d be damned if he didn’t carry this out properly.

“Trust me darlin’ I’m rock hard right now, but daddy isn’t finished so needs to show some self control,” he answered with a deep sigh following. He cruelly blew a hot breath directly against your pussy as he traveled past it, which had you crying out and gripping the pillow beside your head. His face buried into the top of your smooth thighs and calves. You were desperate for a more impactful feeling. It was sinful how good Clyde was a teasing you. He made it so easy to be so fucking filthy yet feel like pure heaven.

“Turn ‘round baby,” Clyde hurriedly demanded, and you weren’t one to deny. When you met his eye-line again, his gaze was almost blinding with intensity. You immediately bit your lips and stared up at him anticipating his next move whilst he drank you in. His hand wrapped round the back of your throat and moved down to greedily attack your lips. The kiss was red hot with passion and devotion to one another. Tugging at his long locks caused him to growl against your lips and finally pull apart and move towards your sternum, littering your chest with rough bites and beard burn all over your breasts. Your nipples immediately became hard against the course bristles, the unknown sensation quickly became one of your favourites. Clyde was growing impatient though and rubbed his fingers against your drenched pussy igniting loud whimpers from you. He had craved you whilst he’d been on his own having forgotten how shit being lonely was now that you were in his life. His lips slowly moved down, kissing all over your stomach as you raised your hips up.

“Does your pussy need me darlin’? Has daddy’s beard all over made you so wet?” Clyde asked as he looked upwards at you whilst resting at your pelvis.

“Fuck Clyde I need you in me now!” You moaned out, arching your back as it felt like all your nerves were on fire.

“All you had to do was say,” he muttered lowly and engulfed your clit in his mouth causing a long whine to escape your mouth as a single tear began to roll down your cheek. Your hips were bucking erratically whist your hands grabbed onto locks of his hair and Clyde moaned hungrily against you. An endless string of moans, whimpers, curses and even shrieks tumbled out of your mouth as you were devoured. The burn of thick facial hair against your inner thighs caused your orgasm to edge closer.

“Oh fuck this is too much. Daddy needs to fuck ya, I need ya soaking pussy now.” Clyde grumbled lustfully as he pulled both of your legs over his broad shoulders, spreading you open widely. He traced his thick cock over your entrance for a final teasing. Just as you were about to beg with all your might, he entered you fully causing all the air to be knocked out of your lungs. He threw his head back and growled deeply as his tip reached your hilt. Being encompassed by your warm pussy almost had Clyde instantly coming after the longing he felt whilst separated. God you were perfection. You instantly tightened as Clyde started moving, his pace unfaltering and hitting you as deep as possible.

“You’re never leaving daddy for that long ever again. Can’t handle being without ya delicious cunt.” Clyde grunted as he pounded you deeply. All you could do was scream in response, unable to even breathe let alone speak. It always astounded you how Clyde was able to give such amazing dirty talk whilst all you could manage was constant moaning.

His force caused your tits to bounce wildly and he reached up to pinch your nipple harshly. That’s what sent you over the edge. Your orgasm flooded his cock, bedsheets and your thighs.

“Fuck yes baby girl! Daddy makes you come so hard.” He groaned loudly, closing his eyes hard to concentrate on his looming release. Clyde was thrusting into you more irregularly and you were finally able to regain your voice.

“Mmm thank you daddy, cum for me now. Show me how much you missed me,” you spurred on knowing secretly how much he loved to be praised. As his thrusts deepened, making his balls were hitting against your skin, he shoved two fingers into your mouth. You sucked and swirled your tongue around them as if it was his own huge cock, eager to actually do that later as a reward.

“Fuuuuck I’m cummin’” Clyde whined and stilled inside you, shooting his cum into your already drenched pussy.

Clyde and you caught your breaths before he slowly pulled out, laying on his back against the bed that you were surprised was still standing. You moved to roll on top of him, your legs entangled together, head resting on his pecs, his hand stroking through your wild hair.

“You fucked me like you were worried I’d forgotten how dirty you were.” You laughed causing him to chuckle deeply and vibrate your whole body.

“Am I that transparent?” He replied in a mocking tone. “Nah I just missed ya darlin’ is all,” he smiled down at you. You got up to kiss him gently and lovingly, running your fingertips along his goatee for one last time (for now anyway).

“Ditto Mr. Logan, ditto.”

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Hope you enjoyed!

[tatsie-kun]

Purple Sky: MUCC Interview

Meet MUCC, Japan's hardest working and hardest rocking band By Brian Stewart From Purple Sky, Fall '06 Transcription by Tatsie-kun

"Why do you play barefoot?" I asked them.

Miya, MUCC's guitarist and de facto leader, gave me a reply that made no sense at the time. "How to put it..., there's something different feeling about listening to our sound with our feet directly planted on the ground versus listening to our sound through one layer of shoe. Like actually being able to feel the vibration."

It wasn't until I saw them live that I realized what a stupid question it had been.

Like their barefoot performances, MUCC's sound is largely instinctual, letting its whims carry it breezily across genre and category.

Their latest CD, 6, a mini outtake collection that blossomed into a full length album, was released domestically on August 6th. Described by Miya as "something so quintessentially us, a large part of which was challenging ourselves in a new way; to let a MUCC CD happen organically," it comes as no surprise that, unlike their pop rock opus Houyoku, they "felt no special need for a producer".

It is these kinds of risks that have been the band's calling card since their early days on the burgeoning Visual-kei scene. Throughout an arduous, ten-year career MUCC has supplemented their explosive operatic rock sound with ska, nu-metal, punk and recently, pop. When asked to describe MUCC's music, Miya avoided labels. "Music that is true to our emotions," he stated flatly.

Not only true to their emotions but true to their influences as well. The almost-danceable grooves laid down by perpetually smiling bassist Yukke find their roots in an unusual place also.

"I guess (my sound)'d have to be from the '80s. I like the j-pop music of that era, when I'm making a song the influence of that music comes naturally into my melodies."

But that's only the first pat of the equation. "Since high school, and since I joined MUCC I would say that my sound, and ear for music came from more Western music." His love of Finnish industrial-pop/rock pin-ups The Rasmus provides us the solution and the key to understanding the roots of his sound.

Their drummer Satochi talked about the team spirit so important to a drummer and the band dynamic.

"I guess I'm most influenced by the songs the other members write, they motivate me." he says.

But what does he mean?

"The things I don't have, the other members do. I think to myself 'So that's how they're bringing it?' or they come up with all these new things one after another, so it's like I don't want to fall behind."

Miya pulls his inspiration from a variety of sources and constantly challenges his band mates to match him, "I listen to a lot of different music, and I guess what I listen to is constantly changing. It even changes depending on my mood so I think it's good if, as an artist, each new project reflects the music I'm listening to at the time."

Finally but perhaps most importantly, one needn't strain to hear vocalist Tatsurou's love of Sakura Atsushi (Buck-Tick) in his singing.

"As a vocalist, I love him. His vocals, what would you call it, the presence. It's not that he musically influences me, as far as musical influence I'm far more inspired by the disbanded The Blue Hearts." Though comparing the two bands may seem like comparing apples to hand-grenades on the surface, MUCC, despite the stigma of Visual-kei that hangs over them are far more likely spiritual successors to the working class, high-energy punk pop legends, than even some of the low-rent punk acts directly following in their footsteps. Like MUCC, even The Blue Hearts' fun, high octane songs spoke of a world of the inevitable; pain, betrayal, corruption, and at the root of it all, love and kindness.

Though Japan has yet to respond to MUCC with the fervor with which they embraced The Blue Hearts, there can be no doubt the band has earned a passionate and fanatical following. Miya remains humble in regard to his band's fame.

"I never equated being a professional musician with materialism. If anything, I'm more concerned about the concerts we have in Japan being successful. When you're in a band that plays from your own emotion, the performance changes depending on your mood and you gotta give a concert to satisfy those paying customers and yet there are times when your emotion gets the better of you. Since going major, it's really been about closing the gap, but that's been a hard issue we face," he says.

The quartet, straight from Japan's famous Ibaraki prefecture, seems like a pretty down-to-earth people off-stage. Dressed down but still working a rockstar chic, the guys awaited the start of our interview in the OFF position; causally complaining about forgotten toothbrushes, cold air conditioning and in the case of Tatsurou, ritualistically removing the label from his bottle of juice.

For MUCC, this week was going to be a string of firsts; first time in America, first time performing at Otakon in front of American fans, first time being interviewed by an American magazine. For Yukke the deepest impression was seeing America from a plane for the first time. "I looked at the map while I was on the plane flying over, on the eastern, no, western edge of the Americas and I couldn't help thinking how wide across it stretched. That is until we landed."

For Miya it was the food. "It was typically American. The way they cooked the meat. Kinda, in a funky style." Pressed further he laments, "You know, I ordered it well done but it came back burnt." A round of laughter from the band and management alike greeted the punchline.

The story behind what lead to their first American concert left little to mystery. Miya explains their reaction. "Well, we got the invite and we thought it would be really interesting." Knowing that MUCC has never had an anime tie-in, it's a little surprising that Otakon would invite them to perform, considering that 2004's guest L'Arc~en~Ciel had a handful of anime theme song hits to recall.

For their Otakon performance, Miya seems content to let their music speak for them. He says, "We have no plans to tailor our music for specific audiences." It's a strategy that has worked so far, leading to shows in Germany and France and garnering international attention.

Many fans notice that Houyoku's "Monster" was the first song of theirs to have an English title since their very first demo "No!!". While it may seem like a sign that the band is trying to appeal to foreigners, Tatsurou thinks otherwise.

"Uh, even though it's English, in Japanese that's called katakana-go. It's pretty much the same, so I said why not. 'Cause the English letters of the word are pretty well known anyway."

While the band seems prepared to make an all out musical assault on the west, planting the seeds of future record releases and hopefully, a full-scale nationwide tour, they don't seem quite ready to tackle English lyrics.

Tatsurou says of the possibility, "I can't write in English. If I were to, I think there's stuff in the Japanese that I just can't express in English." He pauses and looks around the room. "If there were someone who could properly translate 100% the depth of my lyrics down to the hidden meanings unique to the Japanese and it sounded good, I'd be interested."

As one of the two main lyric writers, Tatsurou has been responsible for some of MUCC's most beloved songs. He even mentioned an influence that struck me as singularly unexpected.

"I love Yoshii Kazuya (ex-The Yellow Monkey). The way he uses words and his sense," he says.

Meanwhile Miya, who is the other primary lyricist in the band, has delegated more of the writing to Tatsurou recently. He talked about expanding his outlook to include themes beyond his own narrow world-view. "There's some (lyrics) just about me, and some that aren't. In the past there were a lot of songs from my personal experience, but lately I'm writing from other perspectives."

Looking at the direction of the recent singles Ryuusei and Utagoe MUCC seems to be heading further away from the down-tuned guitars and sludgy production of their past to something much cleaner and with greater appeal to a mass market. Miya is not willing to admit that much however. "At this point the new album (dropping in December) is only 1/3 completed. I can't say for sure what it will be like... we'd like to go in a new direction."

Constantly changing directions has been the band's M.O. since their formation in 1997. One could even call it evolution, but no evolutionary step was bigger than their move from high school Visual-Kei wanna-bes to hard rock veterans.

The room fills with embarrassed laughter following mention of MUCC's demo tape era song "KAGAMI" (a hilariously generic mid-90's ballad that apes both early L'Arc and Shazna). It's akin to showing someone a photo of themselves from their freshman year in high school, which is not far off from where MUCC was when they wrote the song. As "KAGAMI" proves, the band's disparate influences took awhile to surface in their music.

Miya explains, "Hey man, 'KAGAMI' and those songs from our very first demo tapes, those are from, like, when we were in high school. We didn't have a clear idea of what kind of music we wanted to make back then. We had our hands full just 'being in a band'. Of course we wanted to make the best music we could, but we just didn't have that vision yet as to the kind of band, the kind of songs, and the kind of performance we wanted to put out there. So that shows in the songs and arrangements."

The band earned their wings by surviving those aimless early days and growing as musicians with each release. This year, their self-described "Devilish Year", has been like one long training session to see how well they hold together through endless touring, endless releases (they put out three original CDs this year) and endless promotion.

Unquestionably deserving of the spot, Miya has no reservations about taking his band to one of the biggest shows in Japan. The annual Kouhaku Uta Gassen (lit. Red/White Song Battle) broadcast every New Year's Eve is watched by over 80% of all Japanese homes. He said, "It's known by every nearly every Japanese. It's a show that showcases the best Japanese music has to offer. If we could I'd love to."

Tatsurou has only one thing he'd like to clear up before they do so, "I don't get it. How do they decide who wins (Kohaku) anyway? I've never really sat down and watched it before. Do the songs and performances decide who wins?" A lot of laughter accompanied several abortive attempts to explain the contest.

One thing is certain, however, for such fun-loving guys, they sure do write gloomy songs.

"Honestly we're just normal people," says Miya. "We just happen to have a gift to say what people normally wouldn't and that's what we do in our music." He adds matter-of-factly, "It stands to reason sometimes that's gonna turn out to be a gloomy song."

~~~

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

Part I: Scary Things

Purple Sky (pS): What scares you most?

Yukke: Ghosts.

pS: Do you believe in ghosts?

Yukke: Yeah. I think Japanese ghosts are pretty scary.

pS: Is there really a difference between American ghosts and the Japanese variety?

Yukke: Well foreign ghosts... like for instance, say a ghost appeared in this very hotel, I don't think it would be that scary. If the setting were a Japanese hotel? Now that's scary.

Tatsurou: I think Japanese and American horror is fundamentally different. I think there's less of the spiritual here. Not that there isn't any but... in like, horror or splatter house films there's sort of incorporeal monsters. In the case of Japanese horror, it's like they posses you, and you like, never know where they're going to come out of. In Japanese horror there's very few tangible monsters. Like Freddy...

pS: Is there something you're afraid of?

Tatsurou: Afraid of... well ghosts for one, and like, UFOs. The unexplained. I'm afraid of things I can't quantify.

pS: Does it keep you up at night?

Tatsurou: Very seldom does it keep me up at night, but there are lots of things I'm just frightened of. Roller coasters. Haunted houses. Things I can't comprehend. Because I can't comprehend them they scare me. If I knew all about them I don't think I'd be scared.

pS: But actually, MUCC, you yourselves make scary faces and wear scary makeup and shoot scary videos.

Tatsurou: At first when we were in high school, all we wanted to do was stuff that was interesting and would make an impact unlike anybody else out there. And then we started to change. Somewhere along the way we started finding out who we were as a band and started singing about real stuff. Real stuff is what helped get out these painful emotions.

pS: Is what's real scarier than fantasy?

Tatsurou: I think the two are relative. It's scary because we're expressing something real but...

pS: Anyone else?

Miya: Scary things, eh? Personally, I've never seen a ghost.

pS: Anyone here seen one? (Yukke raises his hand high.)

Miya: It doesn't feel real to me. Cause I've never experienced it. I mean, if Yukke says he's seen one, I think that's spooky but I'm someone who hasn't. I'm just not attuned to that sort of stuff. What I think is scary are all the incidents in the news recently, of like the slaying of children. There's been so many recently. I think people, mankind scares me the most.

pS: That's a mature answer. Are you all fans of horror or splatter house? Do you watch those sort of movies?

Miya: I enjoy Japanese horror movies and Korean.

Tatsurou: Scary maybe, but not really horror.

pS: What kind of movies do you enjoy?

Tatsurou: It's not horror really, but as far as movies I enjoyed The Exorcism of Emily Rose. Otherwise, I really like action movies, but I like to watch movies that make me think too.

PART II: CANDY

pS: On Halloween we give out candy to little kids. Do you guys like candy?

Miya: I like sweet things.

pS: Really? I have this image of Japanese people not really liking sweet things.

Miya: (defensively) There's plenty of us, trust me.

Tatsurou: The quality of sweets suited to a Japanese taste and those suited to a Western palate is different. I think the sweets we eat as children are different.

pS: Do you prefer foreign candy or traditional Japanese sweets?

Tatsurou: I think if you were to ask the kids today, hardly anyone would say they love traditional Japanese sweets.

pS: So then do you often eat candy bars?

Miya: I love them.

pS: And you?

Yukke: Yes, I like them.

pS: What kind?

Yukke: Like sweets, right? I'm not really into chocolate.

pS: Well, Pocky is popular here at Otakon.

Yukke: Really? I've never bought one. I like this penny candy called "Dagashi". There's this one called "Sudako Santarou". It's not too sweet and they sell it for about ten yen. It's the kind of salty cheap one I like.

PART III: ANIME

MUCC, said to have taken their name from a furry red character from the children's variety program Ponkiki (similar to Sesame Street), and having been known to cover songs from the show, including "Oyoge! Taiyaki-kun," were sure to be anime dorks, right? Since we were at Otakon, I decided to find out!

pS: Do you guys like anime? Do you now watch much?

Miya: No, but I think all Japanese children are brought up watching anime so we all know it.

Tatsurou: The one I really got a kick out of recently was, I mean there's tons I like so it's hard to narrow it down to just one, but recently I really liked Samurai Champloo. I dug that one. And, uh, just before I was into HunterxHunter. I really liked Hagane no Renkinjyutsushi (Full Metal Alchemist) as an anime too. You know when they make an anime of an on-going manga series, there's a gap between the manga and the anime. A time difference. They have to wrap up the story of the anime so the story of the anime diverges quite a bit from that of the manga.

pS: Right, so the anime ends but the manga goes on.

Tatsurou: But, in the case of Hagaren (Full Metal Alchemist's Japanese nickname) I think the anime wrapped up the story neatly. It's different than the manga story but the finale puts the pieces together and offers closure.

pS: For you, there's closure on the story so you stopped reading the manga?

Tatsurou: In the case of Hagaren I think I like the end of the anime more than the way the manga is going.

~~~

EXTRA: TATTOO

pS: None of you have tattoos is that right?

Miya: Yes.

pS: Are you anti-tattoo?

Miya: No, not really.

Tatsurou: Satochi used to want to get one.

pS: What were you thinking about?

Satochi: There's this drummer I like...

pS: And you wanted to get a tattoo of his face?

Satochi: No, no. (laughing) There was this Buddha on his back.

Tatsurou: If I were to get a tattoo I'd want a Japanese style one. Not like tribal or something. A Japanese print. Japanese style tats have like, Japanese-like creatures and things in them. In those Japanese colors and with that style, I think it'd be cool to have non-Japanese animals. Most people would get like, a carp or a dragon but you never see like, a dolphin or like, Shamu the killer whale. They'd look cool in a Japanese style.

~~~

Message to America

Satochi: I want to make an impact with our concert, the type that makes fans of those watching. I want more Americans to become our fans.

Miya: I hope to do a performance that makes the people who come to see us say "They're better than I imagined," and allows us to periodically release our Japanese relases here.

Yukke: I think that most people in attendance today will be seeing MUCC for the first time. I hope that we get an invite to come back and do more concerts soon, and that when we do we'll get more fans and be able to put out a CD and do some more concerts.

Tatsurou: Rock is like, the rock coming out of Japan, is being sold on its roots; It's Japanese-ness. I hope that people listen to what Japan has to offer.

[ohgodsalazarwhy]

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“You know, I would have bought good wine.  If there was any.”

Shepard looked at Garrus from over her shoulder, eyebrow raising to see him holding up a bottle of two-credit chuck.  It was wine in name only, most likely.  Shepard would be shocked if it contained any grapes at all.  Or had heard of grapes.  The awfulness of it was half the fun, and Shepard made a grabby hand until he handed over the bottle so she could take a swig. “Oh fuck,” she coughed and nearly spat it back up, before laughing and pressing it back, “that's not wine, it's lighter fluid!”

“What? Nonsense, I was told it was the finest of two credit wine,” Garrus took a sip and he squint, mandibles shuddering.  “See?” he coughed, voice strained, “I didn't spit it out at all, it's delicious.”

“It'll grow on us once we drink enough of it,” said Shepard, and she plucked it back but didn't take a drink, “so we'll save it until after we have the real fun.  Hm?”

“Oh, yes, of course,” said Garrus.  He couldn't blush, but Shepard had learned to read him.  His fingers were picking at the fabric of his suit, and he wouldn't exactly meet her eye.  To anyone else he might seem shy, or bashful, but Shepard knew how excited he was.  Tonight they'd managed to make time in both their schedules for some fun. Shepard grinned and set the wine aside, then snapped her fingers at the bed.

“Naked on the sheets, handsome.”

“Pushy, pushy,” Garrus sighed.  As he stripped, in his usual perfunctory manner, Shepard let her eyes crawl over his body.  Turians were so interesting, if someone had told her she would be madly attracted to a Turian as a child she would have laughed them out of the building. Yet there was no denying how she adored the length of his fingers, the graceful curve of his back, his stark hips and long legs.  His almost gaunt face.  The fringe, the scars.  Who was she kidding, she loved every inch of him.

“I got us something special for today,” said Shepard as Garrus got on the bed, still sitting up on his elbows so he could watch her, “something I think you'll like.”  She pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside.  Garrus' eyes never left her face though, he liked her body well enough, liked to fuck her, but he'd always been honest about his attraction to her being mental and emotional.  It was a little refreshing to know Garrus didn't really care what her body looked like, he'd love her regardless.

“Well, don't make me guess,” said Garrus, “you know I'll ruin the mood.”

“Try,” said Shepard with a laugh.  She padded across the bedroom, knowing Garrus' eyes followed her the whole way, and grabbed a box on her desk.  It was fairly decent size, and as she moved it to the bed it was obvious something was rolling around in it.

“A gun,” Garrus guessed wryly.

“Guess again,” Shepard sat on the edge of the bed, box in her lap.

“Two guns.”

“Hmmm, you're right, I shouldn't have let you take a shot at it, we both know I'm a better shot anyway.” Shepard grinned widely at the genuinely offended look on Garrus' face, but before he could protest, she opened the box and showed him.  They'd played with strap-ons before, indeed, it was one of their special ways to play when they were in the mood.  Male Turian carried children, or eggs, to be more exact, which they laid then cared for until they hatched.  Garrus wanted children, but they had come to terms with the fact that their biology could never align.  They played, though, Shepard putting on a strap on and fucking him, telling him how she was going to fill him with eggs.  Always got them both off.

This was taking it to the next step.  The cock was thick, long, and hollow.  Without speaking Shepard picked up one of the eggs, they were all attached together by a string, four of them.  Not huge, but not small either.  She popped each into the hollow cock, leaving it fat and bulging with eggs.  Garrus swallowed, eyes darting from the toy to her.  “Well.  That's.  It's a thing.”

“We don't have to if you don't want, I just know you've always wanted to... see what it would feel like,” Shepard reached out to cup his cheek, voice gentle, soothing.

“No no, I... I want to try it.  It's just... big,”  Garrus' mandibles shivered a little under her palm. He was nervous, but eager.  She bent down to kiss him, gently coaxing him to relax until he fell back against the bed, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her down against him.  The box could wait, she had to work him up to that in the first place.  Shepard kissed along his mandibles, then down his slim neck and chest.  It was more for her, than him, he wasn't terribly sensitive here, but Shepard loved exploring his body, and Garrus did seem to enjoy her enjoyment.

Shepard shifted down until she was laying between Garrus' slim legs, fingers rubbing over his sharp hip bones.  It looked like he was sexless, but it just took a little coaxing to get him to open up.  Shepard kissed the slightly raised plates between his legs, fingers rubbing the sensitive skin at and around them.  She tongued at the small slit, smiling to herself as Garrus grunted above her, his fingers tangled in her hair as if he needed something to ground him.  Her tongue lapped between the plates, feeling how Garrus' body began to relax, to open up to her touch.  

The more he opened up, cloaca widening with each lick, she began to taste him.  Garrus had a musky, almost spicy taste as her tongue slipped into him.  Hot and slick, as she lapped at him some of his juices smeared against her skin.

“Sh-Shepard,” Garrus groaned.

“Shh,” she soothed, finally managing to get a finger into him, “I'm going to fill you up tonight, relax and let me work.”

“O-oh you're so f-filthy you-” Garrus trailed off as Shepard bent down and sucked the very tip of his cock into her mouth.  It was slowly sliding out of its pouch above his cloaca, and she suckled on it to draw it out further, head bobbing as more and more of the length made itself known, while her fingers worked at coaxing him open.  

While it took time, and a great deal of attention, to get his body aroused enough to open for her, once he got to a certain point it took very little for her to go from one finger to three, and all the way to four.  Garrus was panting heavily above her, and his juices coated her fingers, hot and slick as they dripped wetly down her wrist and onto the sheets below them.

“Any longer and tonight will be over b-before we get to the good part,” Garrus warned her, voice low with need.  She popped off his cock, it was now fully out and laying against his belly, thick at the base and tapered at the very point, slippery and wet.  They never had to use lube, Shepard loved it.  She sat back on her heels and twisted to grab the box as Garrus watched her hungrily, grey eyes hooded. Shepard had to stand to slide on the harness, tightening down straps until the cock arched from between her legs, fat with eggs.  She loomed over Garrus for a moment, seeing everything laid out before her.  His taloned-toes flexed, his fingers clenched in the sheets, and when he met her eye he lifted his legs and spread them wide. Certainly more flexible hips than a human male would have.

Shepard beamed at him and he grinned in return, his mandibles shivering at the silent praise.  “Look at me like that again and I'll be forced to turn the tables,” he said, fingers curling under his knees to hold his legs in place.  

“Ooo, perhaps some other time,” Shepard gave him a kiss, lips trailing along the scar she'd always found so dashing, and positioned the almost flat head of the cock against his cloaca.  It was lightly tapered, but not very.  She had to squeeze the tip to help push it in, panting lightly as the tightness of his body translated to the toy rubbing against her cunt, which had already wet the insides of her thighs with her arousal.

Once the cock was all the way inside him, and Shepard moved slower than Garrus probably would have preferred if his swearing was anything to go by, she just rest there, her hips against his as she let their foreheads rest together in a brief moment of silence.  Only brief. Before Garrus could beg her, she started to fuck him.  The bed squeaked under them, and just under that was the wet, sloppy sound of her cock fucking him sloppy.  More than the feeling of it rubbing her clit, it was Garrus' panting and under the breath begging of “breed me, breed me-ah- yes!” that drove her wild.

“You don't get to come until I say so,” Shepard warned gently, hands on either side of his head.

“T-taskmaster,” Garrus groaned, eyes squeezing shut.  She could feel his slick cock rubbing against her belly with every thrust forward, deceptively smooth compared to the rest of his rough skin.

She came with a moan, thighs shuddering as the pleasure washed through her and further wet her thighs.  Shepard panted and reached down, thrusting in almost all the way before she squeezed the base of the cock and slowly pulled out as one by one the eggs were pushed from the tip.  With every one that popped into him, Garrus jolted at the feeling, one hand coming down to stroke over his flat belly.

“Oh that feels... odd.”

Shepard pulled out all the way and moved back enough to let Garrus drop his legs, “Up,” she ordered a bit breathlessly, “you only get to come if you lay them.”

Garrus seemed completely out of it, or as far out of it as he ever got, struggling a bit to push himself onto his toes so he was crouching on the bed.  Shepard shifted so she was behind him, one arm wrapping around his waist as she watched from over his shoulder, nuzzling against his cheek in silent encouragement.  Her hand on his belly could feel the muscles jump and work, and his cock was throbbing and dripping as he strained to push out the first egg.

“That's it,” she cooed gently, “just like that.”

“Oh fuck!” Garrus shuddered in her grasp as the first egg popped free, and she watched as his cock twitched and spurt a little come.  It was completely clear, like the fluid coating it.  “Shepard-”

“Let's see the next,” she ordered, fingers curling around the base of his cock and giving it a squeeze.  If it really got to be too much she could pull them all out herself, they were connected by a string, after all, but Garrus pushed and she moved just enough to watch the way his cloaca spread around the egg, Garrus huffing and groaning to push it free.  It popped out all at once and he nearly collapsed against her, nearly overwhelmed.

“Two more,” said Shepard, and if she hadn't just come she was sure just watching this would have pushed her over the edge.  She knew it was something Garrus had always wanted to do, she didn't realize how big of an effect it would have on her though.

She stroked his cock as he pushed out the third egg, and when it popped free he came, yelling and spilling clear come all over the sheets as he strained through his orgasm to get the fourth egg out.  He really did collapse against her when it was over, all four eggs laying on the bed covered in his slick.  She quickly reached down to pull off the harness and lay down with Garrus tucked against her chest.

They were silent for a long time, Shepard just brushing her fingers over his fringe and along his mandibles and down his neck.  Finally he huffed, pillowing his head on her chest.

“I don't get the fascination,” he murmured, fingers brushing one of her nipples and making her gasp, “but I suppose they have practical uses, such as cushions.”

“Don't you make me put those eggs somewhere else.”

Garrus laughed under his breath, and Shepard cracked a smile.