#in the studio recording hes really soft and feels like hes holding something back

[bonetools]

atsushi sakurai is soooooooo. so. every concert video i see from him he’s so much more aggressive in his vocals than he is recorded

[sorryimananti-romantic]

Ateez as Boyfriends [Explicit Ver.]

yet another collab with loren @eightmakesonebraincell. idk what this is but it's smut and it's a filthfest in here sooo MDNI!!

lmao when we think about it now we don't even know how we came to write this (speed write it more like) but this has collected dust in the drafts for a good while anddd it's our first time writing smut like this (minus my woo fic) so here we are :') Enjoy!

Hongjoong

eye fucks you

literally when he is in the mood he will let his eyes scan you ever so slowly

tease.

i just think that most of the times you’ll be in the studio

and studio sex calls for you in his lap to get his attention

while his attention remains undivided on his pc

until you grind-

one wrong move and you’re done for

if he doesn’t want you to break his focus at that moment, he’s probably gonna growl and bite your shoulder with the promise of what’s about to come

and threaten you with things he would do to you once he is free

however, if you've succeeded?

immediately on to you

lips everywhere and anywhere on your body

tongue in your mouth

i feel like even if he tries to go slow, he’s the type to lose control in the middle of it

and go super intense and heated

loves it when his hands are on your hips and controlling your movement

the type to wedge his thigh between your legs as you make out 

and watch you become a mess as you grind on it

or when you’re sitting on him, he’ll hook your legs over his to stop you from closing them

he’ll finger you until you’re squirming in his lap

punish you for distracting him and being a bad girl

neck kisses he’s gonna leave pretty marks all over you

will praise the f outta you (not me censoring this.) 

will probably move around a lot during sex

like one moment you’re in his lap

next you’re on the couch, he’s on top of you

until you switch

and then he has you standing up and suddenly you’re pinned against the wall

will not miss a chance to go down on you

knows exactly how to make you cry

and i mean cry.

laughs against your throbbing core and the vibrations oh goodness

absolutely loves the feeling of your fingers gripping his hair in desperation

nips you everywhere

and when you’re finally begging him to give you what you want, that’s when he’ll let you have some moment of control

probably curses in pleasure

loves watching you on top of him but makes sure you know who’s in control (him)

he’s gonna spice things up when you’re reaching climax

i think i said he knows how to make you cry so go ahead and imagine

will overstimulate you before he wraps things up hehe

i just feel like his fingers on your clit right before you come and it’s 10x more intense

would love to come inside you when he can ;)

hongjoong would also probably record the audio of your moans during sex and when you climax (with consent ofc)

and on nights when he’s missing you he’ll play it through his headphones and touch himself wishing you were here

takes such good care of you when you’re done like you joke that he’s suddenly worried if you’re okay when he fucked you like there’s no tomorrow-

but really he’s all prepared he’s immediately making sure you have what you need- water, cuddles, round 2, you name it

will kiss your forehead as he assures you you’re his muse, the love of his life and all that sweet stuff :’)

you whine that you feel all sticky and gross

he definitely has an abundance of tissues and wet wipes in his studio

when people ask him why he has so many he tells them it’s for yknow cleaning

if you guys are back home in the shower though?

omg he is so soft and all about the romance

makes you feel so so loved

holds you in his arms for the longest time

or you’re in the middle of doing something and he grabs your wrist

and pulls you towards him with the biggest smile on his face

hands on your hips as he sways you around

and you just know that look in his eyes means he’s in the mood and he’s going to make this a memorable night for both of you

you’ll hook your arms around his neck and sway to the music that is in your heads

guided by his movements

he tells you what he’s feeling. no filters

and you appreciate that so much about him

would definitely have a post-sex playlist that he’s made with like slow candle-lit dinner vibes

plays it with a speaker in the bathroom as he presses long and lazy kisses against you

basically a very love-driven makeout session :((

hehe but he most definitely nibbles all over the marks he’s left on you with a sense of achievement

loves when you wear one of his shirts over just your panties as you go to bed together

it’s the possessiveness in him i’m telling you

he’s quick to fall asleep but you can see a faint smile on his lips as you caress his head or his face

and you tell him all the reasons you love him

you can swear his hold on you tightens even though he is fast asleep

and you’re going to wake up with him looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he has ever laid eyes on :(( 

even tho you look like an absolute mess in the morning-

Seonghwa

tongue.

man has a mouth on him like have you seen his lips?

the prettiest lips in ateez 

and his tongue????

he is the best kisser in ateez fight me

he knows how deadly his tongue is

and he’s going to use that to his advantage

makeout sessions are gonna be next level with him

and when his tongue goes elsewhere-

like when he kisses your neck?

or anywhere for that matter??

you literally cannot breath

it’s like it’s turning him on too

makes the dirtiest noises you bet 

he loves the feeling of your thighs clenching around him because it means that you’re close

he praises you and tells you that you have the prettiest moans

loves that you’re making those sounds just for him

he’ll enjoy overstimulating you

he coos and tells you to give him one more orgasm baby as he digs his fingers knuckle-deep into you

he knows your body so well

he can tell exactly when you’re about to come

like, he’ll say “come for me” because he knows that’s what tips you over the edge

and then when he’s satisfied with how many times you’ve come for him

that’s when he gets started

when you guys are fucking there are two different moods

sometimes he likes to take it slow and worship your body

pepper kisses all over your face and anywhere he can reach

presses his body against yours like he has to be touching every part of your exposed skin

drags his length in and out of you slowly so he can feel every inch of you

will latch his lips onto yours and explore your mouth with his tongue

likes to hold your hand :’((( i love him so much

other times it’s hot and fast and needy

his hands roam all over your body and through your hair

rolls your nipples between his fingers to make your back arch 

moans into the kisses

bites your lower lip

either lets you run your hands wherever you want or pins them to whatever surface you’re on

you fist the sheets beneath you or grip his shoulders

he grunts and pants in between praises of how tight you are and how good you feel

before he’s coming hard into you

i’m convinced that when hwa comes his eyes roll back and he lets out the deepest moan

it’s so filthy his expression alone can make you reach your climax honestly

his warmth fills you up (pls use a condom irl)

and when he pulls out, the sight of his cum leaking out of you has him half-hardening again

he loves to see how he’s ruined you

and you best bet he’ll help clean you up-

with his mouth

he’ll hold your legs apart as you writhe from sensitivity

as soon as you both come down from your orgasms, it’s like all the dom has left his body

he literally becomes the softest when he’s doing aftercare like his touch is suddenly delicate and he’s holding you like you’re fragile

“sir, i’m pretty sure you’ve left bruises on my body but okay”

“ah, did i? shall i kiss them so they get better?”

and you grin bc you’re lovestruck

and he feels so proud that he made you smile bc that means you’re okay

literally every second sentence that comes out of his mouth will be praise

that you did so well for him

that you’re so beautiful

that you’re all that he could ever ask for

<33333

peppers soft kisses on your face and kisses your knuckles

brings you sth warm to drink and cuddles you all night

i feel like he’s the type to love feeling skin on skin when cuddling

especially after having sex

he just has his boxers on and you just have your panties on

and he loves to hold you close to him and just feel you next to him in such an intimate way :’(((

he can’t keep his hands off you but it’s completely innocent

traces little patterns and shapes on your back

splays his hand over your tummy

rests a hand over your chest bc he likes to feel your heartbeat

and he does it unconsciously too, even during pillow talk

you two can talk for hours about anything and everything deep into the night

it doesn’t even matter what the pillow talk is about all you two want is to hear each other’s voices

imagine hwa’s post-sex husky deep voice akjfldsg

but you two talk and cuddle for so long neither of you even realise when you’ve fallen asleep

in the morning he wakes up before you but he stays cuddling you until you wake up so that he’s the first thing you see <33

there’ll be lots of lazy kisses before he gets up to make you a cute breakfast

Yunho

eye fucks you pt 2

literally the way he just watches you at times

like he’s drinking in the sight of you

before he kisses you he’s going to cup your face and look at you for the longest time

and you can see a thousand undecipherable emotions in his eyes

hesitates a bit before he kisses you but once you’re into it he’s a changed man

idk about you but i feel like his tongue can do wonders

i just think he’s a natural at this he kisses you like he’s been doing it forever and will never get tired of it 

makeout turns heated pretty quick and one thing leads to another-

will be vocal during sex too like

he needs to hear you say some stuff before you proceed

he needs to hear your voice to confirm you’re feeling good

he’s pretty much driven on that

he aims to please you. 

his hands. need i say more?

he drives you crazy with his hands alone

even when they’re cupping your face or like holding you behind your neck

you love his hands in your hair

you love it when you feel his big hands anywhere on your body for that matter

especially when they’re gripping your thighs

and his long fingers omg

just a brush of them in the inside of your thigh or near your core and you’re done for

makes you a writhing mess before he will even touch you

will also pin you on nearest surfaces 

and lets his mouth and thighs do the rest

probably loves when you ride his thigh too as he makes out with you

to the point you almost come on that alone

he just loves when you want to be in control but he restrains you

and you gladly let him

will at times let you dom him

but he just thinks that you’re cute for trying

really, he’s watching all smug, watching you on top of him, waiting until he’s had enough

and then he’s flipped you

he’s pinned you to the bed and he dwarfs you grrr 

“now it’s my turn”

if you think cuddling while lovemaking is a soft trait? make it hard for yunho

like he’s just burying his nose in the crook of your neck while he pumps into you

spoons you from behind as he rubs his length against your ass

or kissing your temple or head and moaning against you

and oh goodness his weight on you when he’s on top of you i-

will mumble praise into your ear

“you’re so fucking wet baby” hdsjhjkdfhg

“you feel so good”

and you’ll def praise him in return he loves that

not afraid to experiment with you

and he’s always just so supportive of your wants and needs

he’s also fully capable of driving you insane like he can be a little shit sometimes-

his hand around your throat.

his hand being able to wrap around both of your wrists

loves to pin your wrists above your head

when he’s approaching his orgasm he’ll see what you need

probably loves it when you come together

and he’ll pump all that inside you he won’t stop

will remain inside for a good few moments until he pulls out

and then it's just another round of teasing each other as he takes care of you

“can we shower together now?” but you know it will lead to shower sex

“will you let me spoon you after i clean you up?”

“only if i don’t find your dick hardening against my ass in the middle of the night, yunho”

the teasing is just ramped up honestly

you two flick soap suds at each other

he smacks your ass and it startles you and you slip a little in the shower

he makes sure to catch you but you smack his chest as revenge even though you two are giggling

when you step out of the shower he’ll throw your towel over your head so it covers your face

the man runs out of the bathroom before you can throw the towel back at him

he’s just streaking through the house naked at this point

it takes a while for you two to calm down enough to actually get into bed

but there’s definitely another hour or two of very handsy teasing

mostly from him as you giggle at his antics

and lots of hypothetical discussions about things you guys could try out next time

but also not hypothetically because he would totally be down lol

he’ll be like “okay but what if we restrained your wrists to the shower curtain bar, do you think it’d break?”

and you say you can try next time but if it does break he’s paying not you

you’re just both a laughing mess in each other’s arms as you fall asleep

Yeosang

vanilla guy

he can move his tongue 180 degrees do you all know what use he can make of that?

he’s either super shy super shy~ or he’s gonna be the demon that we all know he is

his kisses range from shy to heated and rushed

like when he’s shy he’s all smiles and cautious touches 

but you can literally taste it when he’s desperate

because his body language changes significantly

suddenly he’s the most confident

kinda feel like lingerie really turns him on

like whenever you wear something lacy or revealing

his length is already hardening before he knows it

sometimes he tries to hide it

other times he comes right up to you and growls into your ear that he needs you right now

his favourite place to do it might be in the bed

he just wants to make sure you’re comfortable first and foremost

and i feel like he’s a switch

he has his dom days he has his sub days too

sometimes he just needs you to lead and he loves watching you when you take the lead

he lets you do whatever you want to him

like he’ll watch as you unbutton your shirt and slip off your bra

and when you lean down to take off his pants

he’ll let you kiss him and touch him however you like

but when you start teasing him?

i feel like he has a switch that goes off and bam he’s now in dom mode

and he’s suddenly flipped positions and he’s like “i’ve had enough sweetheart”

and he’s banging into you with no remorse

and you swear his beautiful deep voice does something to you makes you feral is what it does

tucks your hair out of the way as he pumps his length into you

holds your face :( he’s so precious grrrrr

swipes his thumb across your lower lip

daring you to try something like-

he’s a tease he knows what game you’re playing

and if you try to capture his thumb between your teeth he’s gonna be like ‘nuh-uh not so quick’

like he can be the sub and still be in charge how beautiful is that

bonus points if you make him laugh or make him shy during sex

you love to see it when you praise him and he gets all flustered

but boi does he know how to make you lose your shit too

esp when he’s in control and just running his hands all over your body

tracing all your curves as he drinks in the sight and praises you so. much.

as if he isn’t a walking sculpture himself :’)

loves watching your little reaction and catches on real quick

like if you writhe under him when he kisses your sweet spot? he’s gonna be all smug and you bet the night has gotten longer

because he will spend his sweet time there

and when he’s fingering you or eating you out he will do everything to get the best reactions out of you

aftercare is 90 percent him fussing over you 

even though you reassure him that you’re okay from under the mountain of blankets he’s piled over you

he literally treats you like a queen

also because he wants to give you everything that you might even potentially need

so he like

brings you a whole platter of warm tea, water, energy drinks, salty snacks, packets of lollies, chocolates, you name it

will also ask if you need painkillers or anything

you better give that man his aftercare too he deserves it

you slip him bits of chocolate or snacks 

sometimes after he’s had one of those days where he’s radiated dom energy or he’s teased you a lot

you bring it up with him and wiggle your eyebrows

like “so i’m your good girl, huh”

and he gets so flustered and shy and does his little giggle

but you never tease him too much, because you know that he can start to doubt himself or feel insecure

so you always make sure to tell him how good and perfect he is no matter what he does

he deserves all the love in the world <3

so after you let him fuss over you for a while you sort of just, fling up the side of your blanket and say

“get in here”

and he has such a cute bright smile as he burrows underneath the covers with you

sometimes he spoons you

but more often than not

you spoon him

and he feels so safe and loved whenever you hug him like that :’(

you love to run your fingers through his long locks because his hair feels super soft

but also because you can almost hear the purr that comes out of yeosang when you do it

he’s a precious baby :(

San

a switch nobody can convince us otherwise

he can be a hard dom

manhandles you, like have you seen the way he is with woo??

holds your jaw to make you look at him

or he gets up close and crowds your personal space

passes you the dirtiest looks

will stare at you for the longest time just to see what your reaction will be

loves it when you get flustered and shy 

doesn’t care if you’re in public his touches will look casual to others

but you’ve memorised what his hand placement means

like when his hand on your waist slowly lowers to your hip, you know it’s gonna be a long night

teases you during sex, like he’ll lightly drag his fingers around your upper thighs and on your lower stomach but never touching your core

and he’ll ask you what do you want

he wants you to be vocal and beg for him to touch you

and when you do he’ll rip away your clothes and go down on you like he’s starved

he unbuttons your clothes and unclasps your bra with one hand and that alone makes you so wet

fondles your breasts with one hand while he circles your clit with the other

he latches his mouth onto your neck and collarbones and sucks on your nipples

has your back arching from all the different sensations all at once

but he’s also the subbiest sub to exist

like can you imagine him whimpering underneath you

this time he’s the one begging

he begs to touch you

and he begs for you to touch him, kiss him, anything

he doesn’t care if there are people in the next room or if they can hear him

he just needs to be inside of you

man always does it like it’s his first time taking you 

like you’re blown by how much he can enjoy this every time it just gives you that confidence boost too

and he’s big on praise as well

loves being loud during sex 

makes the unholiest noises-

makes the most intense eye contact and if you dare shy away from him?

“look at me when i’m looking at you”

jksdhgjghjghksgh

^that’s your reaction btw 

his kisses become more messy as things escalate and he just

he wishes he could kiss you everywhere all at once

switches positions so many times but mostly because he needs to feel closer to you in every aspect

might have a thing for putting your legs over his shoulders as he pumps into you

will make you scream without a doubt

like his aim is to make you see stars and boi do you get lost

so you also love to return the favour

and he’s not all that hard to please all you have to do is push the right buttons and say the right things

but you prolong the process on purpose

because you too enjoy seeing him break under you

it’s just that he makes you feel so good about yourself 

he makes you feel like you’re everything he’s ever wanted and then some

will make you come on his fingers

and then lick them clean-

will make you come on his dick next

and break right after he can’t handle you becoming a mess on him

collapses next to you and laughs in disbelief because how good was that?

takes a few moments to gather himself, all the while caressing your skin 

and kissing you- the softest kisses

before he gets up and takes care of you

and he’s so so good at that

he’s cleaning you up, making sure you’re hydrated, helping you into bed and then the cuddlefest starts

lies against the pillows and then shifts you so that you’re basically half-lying on top of him

he loves when you rest your head on his chest, an arm and a leg slung over the top of him too

(half the reason he works out his shoulders and chest is so that you have more pillow surface area hehe)

in these moments he wishes he has three hands

one to hold you against him

one to caress and run through your hair

and one more to hold your hand with :(

he just has to settle for alternating between the three

and all the while he is just constantly. pressing. kisses. against the crown of your head

“i love you”

“i love you too, san”

and not even twenty seconds later

“i love you so much”

“i love you so much too, san”

repeatedly confesses his love to you because it’s true he loves you so much it’s crazy

and when he can hear the sleep starting to cling to your voice, he’ll wish you goodnight

with many more kisses to go along with it <33

he doesn’t let go of you once during the night

Mingi

have you seen his hip rolls-

okay from the start

9/10 times it starts with you cuddling

it’s all good and nice and fluffy and you’re watching something or just scrolling 

he just likes to be in physical contact with you in any way

one of you is mindlessly touching the other- very casual at first

casual kiss on your bare shoulder or you kissing his jaw or knuckles

until one of you is in the mood and starts touching the other with purpose

and wait until the other starts squirming visibly

if you’re in his lap? you’re gonna feel it before he can even tell you

and you turn around all smug

but he doesn’t give you time to react because he will kiss you

he’s also prob really big on makeouts

he just loves the feel of his lips on yours as if they’re made for each other

or his tongue inside your mouth and the way you move under him while he kisses you

will have a good proper makeout session before you proceed

his hands will literally travel everywhere

plays with your breasts as he kisses you

also he will kiss every inch of you

and when he goes down on you?

he knows his nose brushing against your clit is your undoing

and he takes advantage of it

the tip of his nose glistening undoes something in you-

will basically make out with your clit

and make you come multiple times on his fingers and tongue before he gives you what you want

those hands squeezing your hips along with that really don’t help-

eats you out like a man starved

but before that

he’s also the type to get his own fair share of oral

and you would love to please him as well

you want that

you love it when he rolls his hips, clutching your hair, whether his cock is in your mouth or inside you

and when you’re having sex even tho he gives dom energy, he likes you on top

he’s just gonna be holding your hips and making you bounce on him

he’s gonna slow it down, make it bouncy ;) 

your hands on his chest

he’s gonna watch you with those eyes

and groan a lot it fuels you

it drives him crazy when you snake a hand down to your front to circle your own clit

and when you climax and collapse against his chest, he’ll hold you steady against his chest and grip your ass

will plant his feet against the bed so that he can pump up into you

i feel like he can be pretty filthy in the best way

like he likes it messy

he wants to make you a mess in every sense

he will spill inside you all over you and be proud of it and look at the mess like it’s a work of art

and the air smells of sweat, sex and love <3

will probably prompt another round-

if he lets you have your way first, he’s def going to have his way in the second round

and that could entail a lot of things

but at some point, it’s definitely gonna be him pinning your wrists down on the bed with one hand

while his own thighs holds your open

and he makes you see stars with his fingers alone

and at some point

it’s going to be him pounding relentlessly into you, a hand on your back pinning you down to the bed

and the second round is always so much more intense

you think you’re spent? he knows exactly how to get you riled up again

but he knows when you’re tired and done even when you say you want more

so he just turns very soft all of a sudden and kisses you like a boy having his first kiss

because he’s so in love with you :(( 

and then he’s gonna tell you what you mean to him

he’s gonna make you look at him as he tells you how beautiful you are and how you mean the whole world to him

sometimes he sees doubt in your eyes but he won’t go away until he clears it

and then you’re both giggling and he’s looking around wondering what to do

“the towels first, please,” you giggle again and he hops off the bed, laughing to himself

probably drags you in the shower with him too and teases you a lot there

so much that sometimes you have another round there-

always so fun with him innit

but he makes sure you’re fed, hydrated, clean and content before he joins you in bed and the cuddlefest starts

human pillow i said what i said

and he’ll caress your hair or skin as he tells you about something that happened at work or you rant about something that annoyed you today

and he jokes and teases you and you slap his chest and he’s suddenly a laughing mess and you’re joining 

and then at some point, you both fall asleep in each other’s arms <3

Wooyoung

omega vibes.

a bratty sub

and wooyoung literally ousts himself as having a degrading kink

not his heart fluttering when hongjoong bossed him around

he likes to tease you and frustrate you all day

a quick smirk here

a sneaky touch there 

feel like wooyoung would also make you wear vibrating panties or put a remote-controlled vibrator in you

will turn the vibration up at the worst times

like when you’re talking to someone or when it’s super quiet

he’ll give you the cheekiest grin from across the room

especially when a noise accidentally slips out of you

he loves watching you awkwardly fumble and pretend you didn’t just moan

sometimes in the bedroom when he’s pressing the vibrator against your clit, he’ll pull away at the last second just before you reach your orgasm

and he’ll be like oops sorry :))

until the sexual tension makes you snap

he lets you flip him over or pin him against the wall as you kiss his lips swollen and mark his neck until it’s bruised

and you can feel how smug he is

he loves when you show him his place

and when you mark him with hickeys

you’ll push him onto the bed

and sometimes you tie his wrists together

he’s such a brat you can’t help but try and tame him even when you know it’s hopeless

so you just give up midway and he’s all smug and laughing and you’re like okay have your way then

it’s just very fun with him never a boring moment

and feels like a game of who has more control (you’ve got equal points)(you’re both in negative)

you bet he keeps a record of that

also he gets turned on at the strangest of times

you’re cleaning and he saw you bend down to get that dust? he’s turned on

you almost tripped and made the cutest face afterwards and he teases you but you glare at him? he’s turned on

but the same goes for you

all he has to do is roll his sleeves and display his delicious veiny arms while he cooks

and you’re a whining mess

he knows it

we all love wooyoung in the kitchen

speaking of the kitchen-

no one would eat the food he makes if they knew how many times he’s fucked you on the countertop lol

but he fucks you on every surface he can so-

he loves going down on you mostly because of the noises you make when he’s eating you out

and he knows exactly what move of his tongue or lips against your core earns what noise

he knows you have a thing for his nose digging into your clit too 

so he’s gonna make the most of it ;) 

will let your thighs squeeze him as he makes out with your clit

but when he pushes them apart? the veins on his arms pop and you can’t help but run your fingers all over them 

his arms are just such a work of art

and then he’s trailing kisses up your body and kissing you as if he’s short on breath

also has a thing for fisting your hair when you go down on him 

and oh goodness does he make the most pretty sounds you’ve ever heard

basically the two of you live to rile the other up no matter what way it is <3

when he’s finally inside you, he’s either taking full control or just letting you do whatever you want there’s no in-between

mostly it’s the latter because he loves to see you ride him

but just because you’re on top of him doesn’t mean you’ve got full control. he makes sure you know that

because he is going to pound into you from under you and make you see stars <3

aftercare is something ingrained in him

it’s like he gets all his energy back just to take care of you :(( 

he’s fussing over you, not letting you move before he cleans you up and makes you drink or eat something

he has to give the green light for you and at this point, you let him

because who wouldn’t enjoy a fussy woo??

and then he’s like “let’s shower together ;) “ and you’re like

“ah. is that what all of this was for?”

not complaining though

but the best part about showering together isn’t another round- that’s rare

you simply love it when you’re washing each other up

he loves when you shampoo his hair and massage his scalp

and he rubs the knots out of your neck or arms or thighs

wherever you might be feeling sore from your escapades lol

there’s still a couple of teasing remarks and wandering hands here and there

but he makes sure you’re all warm and dry before he tucks you into bed or wraps you in a huge fluffy blanket on the couch

he’ll insist that you do nothing while he cooks up a small meal for you two because if you two hadn’t become distracted during the process of making dinner, then you two are hungry from the energy you’ve expended LOL

and when he’s made sure you’re absolutely full he’ll cuddle you until you both succumb to food coma

Jongho

we all know he’s not physically affectionate

but boi does it look like he’s been doing this all his life

big on foreplay

gets you all hot and bothered first with the way his fingers run over your arms or your thighs

gentle squeezes in between or like something muttered in your ear

until you can’t take it anymore and you make the first move

slow kisses are his things like he loves the intimacy when you’re just making out like you have all the time in the world

and he’s shy at first def, will laugh and joke between kisses just so he can get super comfortable

before he turns into a monster

peppers kisses all over your face :( 

has a knack for making you feel like you’re the most precious thing in this world

to him you are <3

has a thing for necks

will kiss your neck and your sweet spot until it turns red

probably nibble on it too he’d love to see you marked by him

will trail kisses all the way down

will play with your breasts for the longest time as well

just teasing you and making a mess out of you

before he lets his fingers touch you down there and find you already soaked

and god does it give him an ego boost

anddd that’s where things get interesting

watches your every move when he touches you down there 

and has a shit-eating grin on his face throughout 

(which you love you’re not even gonna complain)

he’s gonna make you come multiple times on his fingers that’s a given

he loves to watch you move under him and will probably have a hand on your stomach to brace you and refrain your movements

which drives you so fucking crazy

you’re going to beg for him before he ever lets his cock near you

and when he’s ready for that, he’ll make it so agonisingly slow

will 100 percent grip your thighs as he spreads them apart and just let you feel him against you

before he enters you

he takes a moment to relish in the feeling of your tight walls against him- he can never get enough of that

will pump slowly into you first before it becomes rushed and then-

uses his strength to manhandle you into the position that he wants

he’ll hook his arms under your knees and pound you against the wall pls i need holy water stat

in your bedroom, in your living room, in the shower

omg when he gets all sweaty

and his muscles are glistening as they ripple with his movements lol

dom.

growls in your ears

smacks your ass 100 percent. 

it drives him crazy to feel you trembling against him

or the way your nails dig into his shoulders and drag down his back as he fucks you

he thrives on the sounds you make to the point you’d almost think he’s getting off on that alone

if you come before him, he won’t stop pounding into you until he does

and boi does he still have some stamina left

but you have all the time in the world so he’ll take it slow again

build it up

make you want him again before he touches you

and it just keeps getting more heated, more interesting as the night gets darker

will make sure you’re not overwhelmed though, he really doesn’t want you to feel weird at any point of it all

he wants what you want, to the point you sometimes have to beg him to tell him what he wants

because he’s always focused on pleasuring you and you want to return the favour too

so on the rare occasions that he does let you take the reins, you make it a night he won’t forget ;)

by the time you’re done you’re so tired but this man still has some stamina

so he takes you to the shower with him and washes you up :( <3

dries your hair for you too :( 

you’re so sleepy by now but he’ll carry you to bed :(

and then you cuddle and make jokes until you fall asleep feeling the most content ever

and even though jongho is starting to feel tired too, he fights to stay awake just so that he can cherish the feeling of you in his arms for just a little longer

presses soft little kisses on your forehead and down the tip of your nose and over your cheeks and along your jaw

he’s so soft please

when he really can’t hold off sleep any longer he’ll tuck you closer under his chin before he drifts off too with a smile on his face

has the audacity to giggle at you with his gummy smile when he sees you hobbling the next day because you’re kinda sore

but he’ll be at your beck and call for anything you need the rest of the day <3

[lxnarmoons]

imagining your relationship with ateez!

a/n: i apologize this is so long..... i like to imagine!! i hope you enjoy :3

KIM HONGJOONG→ - this man will write you love songs - ballads, raps, hiphop, yada yada, he'll write songs about you in his freetime - you're on his mind 24/7 so he expresses his ideas with his writing! - depending on your native language, he'll learn it just for you. i def can see him wanting to learn every little thing about you because he loves you - he'll paint your nails for you :D - you once told him you were interested in starting fashion, so he began designing clothes with you - watching him work is amazing, he's kind of a workaholic - when hongjoong is exhausted from working in the studio, you'll sit with him, either sitting in his lap or just being there with him - your presence seems to wipe all the stress off of him - he loves compliments but gets so flustered when you compliment him back - "you're so cute, y/n..." "you're cuter, joongie!" "ohmygody/nstopit" - music brought you two together and it'll keep you two bonded - after he's done working on a few songs, he'll take you to the recording studio so you both can make demos for them!

PARK SEONGHWA→ - seonghwa is lowkey the prince of your dreams. - i know i know i KNOW if you're having a bad day, he'll hold you tight and sing to you, maybe your favorite songs - forehead kisses, making sure you're alright - i feel like out of all the members, he knows how to listen and comfort you - he will do anything that makes you happy. trust me. - "hi, lovey!" he is such a lovey-dovey man.... - bro is HEAD OVER HEELS in love with you!!! and isn't afraid to show it!!!!! - i know he's a sucker for when you call him "hwa," it makes him feel giggly or osmething - if seonghwa's away on tour, he always makes it a priority to call you every night - "dude, not right now, i'm trying to call y/n..." - he just wants to hear your voice, it helps him fall asleep.... you're just so comforting to him - tbh i see him as a little shy when he's with you because he sees you as this really really cool person - especially in front of the other members and they like to tease him - but (I WOULD HOPE) you're really sweet and always know how to make him feel better!

JEONG YUNHO→ - do dog cafes exist? because if so, that would be where you and him left - yunho would LITERALLY wake you up by singing that one song uhhh what's it called - "you are my sunshine / my only sunshine" idk - because yunho is so damn tall, he's kinda like your cuddle buddy - literally he will trap you in his chest while you two are together (big broad chest) - he's soft and gentle; head pats, small kisses everywhere and anywhere - maybe more likely on your neck??/ if that makes you uncomfy, he loves kissing your knuckles - OMG and that cringey thing like kissing your knuckles everytime he sees you - "good morning, princess" - princess treatment princess treatment princess treatment all from mr. jeong yunho!! - mingi finds it incredibly cringey but it's so funny.... he tells yunho to shut up but it never works in the end because yunho will simply kiss your lips to be quiet while you laugh - he loves pda and isn't afraid to show you off to the other members :) always will make you known, no matter what - "guys, this is my partner, y/n. say hi!"

KANG YEOSANG→ - depending on if you like to talk or not, you and yeosang will always be a pair, he listens to you and you listen to him :3 - he's also a little oblivious but it's kind of funny n cute - HELP he's def the most overprotective in terms of your safety - "Y/N, LOVE, I SWEAR-- DO NOT EAT THAT." - you and yeo would be the dumb/dumber duo (IM SORRY THIS IS JUST HOW I THINK OF IT) - you two can be roblox buddies!! - blind leading the blind.... - he likes to run his hands through your hair, maybe braid it (probably really badly.) - he will force you to watch the goofiest cartoons ever. - "y/n-y/n-y/n-y/n-y/n i wanna watch my little pony" or something (mlp is so good) 😭 - rainy day dates!!! - he def has the most atrocious .5s of you in his camera roll.... and vice versa - he's usually really quiet with you.... most of the time it'll just be you and him listening to music - yeosang is your biggest fan boy!! - profession or not, he'll always be cheering you on - "you're doing so good, baby!" and "i love you sososososo much"

CHOI SAN→ - babe. trust me. babe. - he likes to call you babe no matter the time, setting, blah blah blah. he over uses it so much that the members begin to like gag.... - babe and baby !! the other members dont mind baby as much but wooyoung will kick his balls if he says it too much - he loves hand placement. hand on the waist, hand on thighs, hands on butt COUGH COUGH COUGH - san always strives for your comfort! hes the kinda guy who knows what you like and dont like, so when he sees you're uncomfy, it's like a zap and boom- - "baby, you okay?" and if you aren't, "let's get outta here. it's not important." - he could be in the most important meeting of your life and would be more concerned about you!! - imagine late nights with san: romance, horror, comedy movies, whatever they might be, he just wants to stay up late - after the movie's over, you'll either watch another one or you'll simply talk about everything and nothing - cuddles. head on his chest, both of you maybe scrolling on your phones, sorta ignoring each other but enjoying each other's presence - he's very overprotective.... like touch her wrong and i'll beat u up idk - like yeosang, he likes rainy days. dates will involve just watching the rain and giggling stupidly

SONG MINGI→ - NOW IMAGINE THIS MAN MAKING YOU BREAKFAST IN BED - stumbling out of the kitchen in the morning, seeing mingi in the kitchen with his smile - "hi bubba, you hungry?" - I CAN SEE HIM AS BUBBA BECAUSE LIKE he thinks its funny - (me personally) calling him bubba back and pinching his cheeks which makes him giggle - mingi's definitely likes to keep your relationship more private - it'd probably be out there but i feel like he mostly keeps your activities to yourselves (unlike wooyoung.....) - he likes to press his forehead to yours and hold you close to him, mostly because he feels the connection... he likes listening to your heartbeat - so he likes laying on your chest!! he's often dozing off there..... - mingi likes to tease you a lot but always knows your limits, making sure that he doesn't cross any boundaries and accidentally hurting you - IF you have any sort of trauma and/or bad experiences in the past, he likes to listen and just let you vent - when he's writing songs for ateez, he likes to take you with him on the journey - especially if he's recording any new demos!! he'll take you to the recording studio, like hongjoong!!

JUNG WOOYOUNG→ - jung wooyoung is the goddamn most obnoxious person ever - like san, he likes to make it known that you n him are a thing, just not in that overprotective way - arm around your waist or shoulders, yapping to whoever - "hey guys have you met my lovely lovely partner...." - i personally don't see him as a nick/petname kinda guy but if i haddd to guess i would say probably one of those really cringey ones like cupcake..... oh he would def text like that - "hi cupcake" "open your door pls" LMAO - but most of the time he uses your name because he likes it ! - "Y-NNNNN!!" - i see him as a very good listener and somehow always giving the best advice when you need it - he loves spooning you because he gets worried you'd just vanish (idk i see it) but would lowk hold u tightly 😭 - one time he tried to cook for you but ended up setting the ateez stove on fire (hongjoong beat his ass) he wouldn't stop pouting so you forced him to cuddle!!! - yap sessions 24/7, especially if you like to yap - it'd be going back and forth LOL - he also learned how to braid hair for you!! depending if youre fem, masc, or anything else, he likes to braid hair and learned especially for you :)

CHOI JONGHO→ - i just know this man would call you honey - maybe even sweetie but i feel like he would call you honey more - "sweetie, have you eaten today?" jsjgdljklgjksdLJJLKGSADLJ - he would definitely be shy about using it in public, he's not too big on pda, but i think he would warm up to calling you honey/sweetie in front of the others - they lowk tease him and he gets flustered (what a cutueiiee) - even though he might not like touching, i have a feeling he would like cuddling in private - he loves those moments between just you and him - genuinely i can see his favorite date being the photobooths..... like imagine putting bear ears on him and that gummy smile of his jklldsgds :c - he loves to see you smile and laugh, so even if he despises the ears or whatever accessories you force on him, he can't help but laugh along because he loves to see you happy - if you're sad, he'll do all this goofy stuff just to make you smile - jongho, like all members, is constantly making sure you're okay, like "how did you sleep?" n "are you feeling okay?" - GENTLEMANnnNNN - karaoke nights are just filled with him singing you love songs - help i cant remember if he likes to cook but if he does he would cook (like mingi!!) - he likes forehead kisses. case closed.

[lihhelsing]

Hate That I Loved You

Now complete on AO3!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 ↓ | Part 5 | Part 6

Despite Eddie's wishes, everything just keeps on moving.

In a way, it's a little comforting to know that no matter how badly Eddie fucks up, life keeps going. It kept going when Lou almost broke him, it kept going every time he dumped someone or got dumped. It kept going when his mom passed away in the middle of the European leg of their tour. 

It kept moving when he and Steve stopped walking in the same direction. 

Eddie sits in his dressing room, waiting for his make-up to be finished. He barely slept during the night, a mix of anxiousness and fear of whatever was to come.

Eddie wants to talk to Steve and clear the air and explain that what he had seen the night before wasn't what he thought it was. There's nothing between him and Lou. Not anymore. 

It's not like he thinks Steve still wants something with him. He's not delusional or anything, knows Steve is doing this only as a favor to him and nothing more. But he's done hurting Steve, needs to put an end to all this once and for all. 

There was no time in between the band finishing up their part of the music video at around 3am and the super early call time they all had for the last day of shooting. When he got there, Eddie got dragged to wardrobe and make-up and had no time to even look for Steve.

He hoped Steve hadn't bailed because of whatever it was that he thought he saw last night, but if he had, they would most likely know by now. Probably. 

But to be completely honest, Eddie doesn't even realize he's holding his breath in anticipation until the moment he lay eyes on Steve again. 

Eddie gets into the studio all ready for the shooting. His clothes are a perfect match to what he used to wear back then, right before Corroded Coffin made it big. A sleeveless CC shirt with ripped skinny jeans. Always black. Chains and rings and a leather jacket on top of everything. 

It feels even weirder once he gets a good look at it. The studio had been completely modified and now he can see a perfect representation of his uncle’s old trailer. The place where he made most of the music for their first album. 

The place where he fell in love with Steve.

But now that Eddie is really looking at it, he can see only half of the trailer. The other half is actually the recording studio where they had made their first album. 

Half and half, torn in the middle, just like Eddie had been back then. Unable to choose between life with Steve and the band. 

Whenever Eddie was with Steve, his brain was thinking music and lyrics and chords. He itched to put his hands on a guitar, to take notes, to write. 

Then, when he was with the band, he kept thinking about Steve, missing him, missing his touch and his kiss and-

“Hey,” Steve’s voice sounds unsure, like he had tried getting Eddie’s attention more than once. 

“Hi. Sorry, it’s… Weird being back here,” Eddie says and Steve gives him a soft smile which… Don't seem like a bad thing.

“Yeah. Brings back a lot of memories,” Steve agrees and motions forward as if he’s going to touch Eddie’s arm. 

But then the director is calling their names and asking if they are ready and Steve drops his hand, turning away from him. 

“Can we, uh, talk? After? I really wanted to explain what you saw yesterday.” 

Steve shakes his head. “You don’t owe me an explanation, Eddie.” 

“No, I know. But I want to. If you… Please?” 

Steve looks over at him and there’s this unreadable thing about his expression that tugs at Eddie’s heart. He needs him to say yes. Needs him to listen to him. He needs to still have a chance. 

“Yeah, ok,” Steve says finally and Eddie can barely react before they are being directed to their places for the shoot. 

They have both the places that tore Eddie apart, and they are separated by a thick glass. Steve is standing on one side, a symbol of Eddie’s past life, the one he left behind when he started to pursue a life in music. 

The other is all his dreams coming true. Everything that he ever wanted becoming real. Back then, Eddie thought Steve didn’t fit in it. Steve didn’t feel he fit in. He never made Eddie choose, but soon it became clear Eddie wouldn’t be able to balance the two things at the same time for long.

He’d be away too much. And Steve needed him near. Wanted him there and Eddie wasn’t there. They fought, screamed at each other out of frustration and heartbreak. 

Eddie wanted to stay and he knew he needed to leave, but he only found courage to do it when Steve told him he didn’t see a future for them, that Eddie should put his chips on something more certain. 

He realized that day he would never be enough for Steve. He was splitting himself in half for him, trying to make everyone happy, and even then he was failing. Couldn't get things right.

The day he walked away, Eddie felt like his heart was going to give in. And he feels that way again as he looks into Steve’s eyes and sings how he hates that he loved him. 

There's this glass in between them and Eddie can't get through. No matter how loud he sings, no matter how much he tries, he can't have it all. He starts to wonder how much different his life would be if he had bet on his relationship with Steve. 

Wonders if he would've been happy with any other job. Maybe he would have become a music teacher somewhere. Have a white picket fence house with three cats and Steve. Maybe that would've been enough for him. 

Or maybe he'd resent Steve, like he always said he would. Every time Eddie missed something related to the band because Steve, he said that. Like Eddie couldn't make his own decisions. 

He knocks on the glass as Steve walks around the trailer with his back to Eddie. He wants to reach him, but he can't, and suddenly there's this suffocating need to tell him everything. To tell Steve how he feels. 

It's not past tense. His feelings for Steve never went anywhere, always there, always alive. He needs him to know. Even if Steve doesn't feel the same anymore, he's sure Steve has moved on from their thing a long time ago. He just needs him to know. 

Maybe back then it wasn't time for him and Steve, but maybe now it can be.

[staylovesmiley]

Collision— Chapter 5

ᯓᡣ𐭩Pairing; Stray Kids x afab!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩Summary; You’ve known him for years but you never would have guessed the charming guy you’ve been online gaming with has been an idol this whole time. (masterlist here)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩Warnings; implied afab reader (only they/them pronouns used for reader), mild angst?, pls I haven’t written fanfics since 2018 patience and kindness is appreciated

You weren’t sure how long it had been since you made your way down the corridor of the JYPE building after leaving the practice room. After retrieving your drink from the vending machine you sunk down to sit beside it on the floor, taking small sips as you got lost deep in thought. It must have been long enough for the boys to start to worry since you saw Han coming into view as he bent down to meet your eye level where you sat criss cross against the wall. “There you are! You okay? We were starting to think you got lost.” He said with a soft smile before noticing an off look on your face, his smile falling. “What’s wrong?” You shrugged, fiddling with the hem of your baggy tshirt and making a conscious effort not to meet his eyes again. “The lights in there were starting to make my head hurt and there were so many sounds-“ you spoke only telling half of a lie. Yes, you were starting to feel a bit overwhelmed in there but it wasn’t from the lights and sounds alone but from all the thoughts racing in your mind. “Oh! You should have told me….it’s kinda bright out here too here follow me.” Without waiting for your response the rapper took your hand and pulled you down another hall and into a room. He flicked one of the lights and only the light inside the recording booth turned on to provide a dim light in the studio. “You can stay here until you start to feel a bit better, okay? I sit in here some times too when I get overwhelmed.” You couldn’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. “Thanks Ji- gosh you’re so sweet.” He blushed, hugging you back before giving you some space. He gave a soft nod before heading for the door. “Wait- could um…can you sit with me for a bit? I’ll be okay in just a second but I’m afraid I’ll get lost trying to go back on my own.” His eyes widened like he hadn’t thought of that before he nodded and sat with you on the black sofa against the wall.

You both shared off into the distance, sitting in silence for a while before he spoke up. “You figured it out….didn’t you.” You sighed softly, for a member of paboracha he really was too clever for his own good sometimes. “Yeah-“

Jisung took a deep breathe before playing with the sleeves of his hoodie. “And?”

You furrowed your brows, staring down at your feet. “Why did none of you tell me? Not even Felix….I just- if you guys trust me enough to allow me to stay with you and had me over almost all the time before that, why couldn’t you trust me with this?” You were hurt, upset and afraid you did or said something that gave off the impression that this was something they had to hide from you. Han’s head raised as he looked at you, placing a hand on your knee to get you to meet his gaze. “Hey, it’s not what you’re thinking. Get out of that head of yours for a second, Star.” He chuckled airily, trying to lighten the mood as you looked into his soft brown eyes. “Then what is it?” You poured at him, making sure to hold eye contact. “Ah don’t none of that- don’t give me that look.” He whined, your cute pout too much for him as he started to fluster. “We wanted to tell you but- I know you’re from America and everything is different there but here people are less than not understanding about this sort of thing….” “And what exactly is this thing?” You questioned, wanting him to admit it now they you knew and he knew you knew, for the most part. “We are together, all of us. Since- well since our second anniversary as a group. Some of us longer than that but that was when we all were officially with each other.” He cringed slightly, like he was waiting for you to scold him or be disgusted. Instead you wrapped your arms tightly around his middle with a soft smile on your face. “I’m sorry you guys have to hide it, but I’m happy for you all. If you’re comfortable, now that I already know, you don’t have to hide around me anymore.” You assured him, your eyes meeting as you pulled back from the embrace. “Especially with me staying with you all while my apartment is being fixed….it could become suffocating to hide especially if it’s for my sake or the fear of me not understanding.” Han just blinked at you for a bit before hugging you again, fighting the urge to cry at hearing your support. “I told them you’d be chill about it- Lix too, so you know….he really wanted to be honest with you since the beginning but some of us were hesitant.” You sighed a bit in relief at this, giving the man a squeeze with reassurance. “Thank you for letting me know. Are you ready to head back?” He pulled back with a nod, standing and taking your hand. “Let’s go.”

Once you arrived back inside the practice room Han gave your hand a slight squeeze before raising it up above your heads. “Cats out of the bag, guys. Sorry-“ they all stared at him in disbelief, about to argue over how he shouldn’t have told you before you put your hands out in front of you in defense. “Don’t be mad at Han okay? I figured it out. You know, you aren’t as subtle as you think you all are.” You said with a slight smirk, taking in their shocked expressions before Seungmin spoke up with a dry tone. “Well? You know now….what does that mean?” You raised an eyebrow at him, trying not to be offended at the lack of trust they seemed to have for you in this moment. “You could have told me sooner and saved yourselves a lot of headaches.” There was an audible sigh of relief from the entire room and you walked up to your close friend and smacked him lightly on the chest. “Especially you. I can’t believe you thought so little of me.” You gave him a pout, Felix going from looking like he saw a ghost to looking like he was a child being scolded by a parent. He returned your pout and looked down at his feet with shame. “I’m sorry, Star….I wanted to- but we couldn’t be sure.” You rolled your eyes playfully before hugging him tightly. He recovered from his sulking quickly and hugged back with a squeeze, Hyunjin soon joined to hug you from behind as well and then the rest of the group followed until you began to shout about being claustrophobic and shimmied out of their hold and to the ground where you then crawled out from what felt like a forest of their collective pairs of legs. They all laughed at the display, you included as they all settled down comfortably. “For all of your information, by the way, I myself was in a poly relationship in highschool. Not like this- we didn’t all date each other but it was an open relationship situation.” Now they all stared at you in shock for completely other reasons. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” Felix gasped, looking at you with mock offense. “You never asked?” You shrugged, laughing at their expressions. “Anything else we should know?” Minho questioned now, ever the curious cat. “Yeah” you started, the sound of your stomach growling echoing in the practice room. “We should probably get something to eat soon.” Everyone laughed and Jeongin pulled out some take out menus from somewhere in the room. The air felt lighter and they seemed even more relaxed than you had realized before that something was causing a tension, that something being them trying to hide their affection for each other.

It was a month and a half later and things were becoming blissfully domestic with living at the dorms. You had never gone to college, choosing to start working straight out of highschool instead for a family friend, but you assumed this is what it would have been like if you ever got to live with roommates on a campus somewhere. Your free time was spent buying groceries with Seungmin and Jeongin, watching dramas with Hyunjin, being a taste tester for whatever recipe Minho decided he wanted to try or for Felix baking endeavors, or sitting in the studio curled up on the couch while 3racha worked on new projects like you were now.

It was pretty late in the evening and you felt yourself dozing as you leaned against an already sleeping Han, whose body was twisted in a way you thought had to be uncomfortable as he snores lightly into your shoulder. You never paid much attention to what they were working on unless they asked for your opinion on something, usually keeping your headphones in while gaming or scrolling through various different social media platforms. You were enjoying your time living with them so much you felt a small pit in your stomach fill with dread every time you remembered it wouldn’t be forever. They had been more openly affectionate with one another ever since you finding out about their relationship, kissing and cuddling in front of you like it was nothing because well- it wasn’t.

You began to open up to them as well, your introverted walls crumbling as you got closer with the group to where you began to be more affectionate with them also. It was healing a part buried deep inside you being able to express yourself how you wanted, your family and others always shunning you for being too emotional. When you would give one of the boys a hug as greeting, or cuddle up during a movie night it was immediately reciprocated and it caused your chest and face to warm instantly at the acceptance of your touch and presence. As you scrolled, trying to stay awake as long as you could, you heard Changbin push his chair back and stand abruptly. “Ya- we’ve been working at this for too long, Hyung. I feel like my eyes are gonna fall out of my head.” He whined, nudging the older with a pout. “Why don’t you take Han and Star home, then? I’m good to keep working for a bit longer…I wanna finish this up before I can stop.” The muscular rapper sighed and shook his head, knowing Chan would likely be there till well into the early morning hours. “Come on, Hannie time to go home.” He said softly, poking the younger’s cheek causing him to whimper slightly in his sleep and reach up to bat his hand away. He chuckled, leaning down to kiss his forehead while looking to you for help. You giggled a bit and reached over to tickle at the young rapper’s side causing him to jolt awake. “Ya! Star how could you- that’s such betrayal!” He whined, pointing a finger at you accusingly. You just laughed and shrugged your shoulders. “You guys go on without me, I’ll stay and keep the old man company.” You teased, standing up and stretching before stealing the spot in Changbin’s rolling chair beside Chan. “Oh woah that was so uncalled for- you’ve been spending too much time with Seungmin.” He laughed, shaking his head at you while you smiled at him sweetly.

“As long as you’re sure….don’t let him stay here all night, yeah?” Changbin begged you, patting the top of your head. You nodded towards him in a silent promise, wishing them a good night and a safe drive home as the door closed behind them.

You started to doze off again soon, almost falling out of the chair causing Chan to chuckle at you. “You sure you wanna wait up on me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you. You nodded, covering your mouth as you yawned. “Mhm I gotta make sure you leave before dawn.” You teased, stretching your arms up causing your crop top to raise slightly and show the bottom of your bra which caught his eye and caused him to bit his lip and force himself to look away. “Why don’t you take a nap on the couch and I’ll wake you in an hour and we can go home, yeah?” You felt a slight blush creep up your neck and face at his words. Home, that’s definitely what it was starting to feel like staying with them. Though you mainly stayed in Felix room with him, you had slept over with the other plenty of times while having been staying there for various reasons. Tonight you had texted the younger Aussie that you’d be crashing in the 3racha dorm since you’d been with them so late and didn’t want to wake him up by coming in. He had sent a round of pouting emojis and a message about his bed being too cold without you but that he would manage.

You had blushed like crazy at that, your mind reeling any time he said something of the sort making things feel all that more intimate between the two of you. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, you had realized you had feelings for the other gamer after about two weeks of staying at the dorms when you caught him slow dancing in the kitchen with Leeknow and felt yourself longing to be the one with your hands on his waist while you spun around with him looking into your eyes longingly. It wasn’t so much that you were jealous and didn’t want him to be doing that with one of his partners, but that you wished that title included you and that night you couldn’t help but cling a little tighter to him as you cuddled in your sleep and dreamt of him calling you as such.

Doing as Chan had suggested, you curled up on the sofa and hugged one of the pillows to your chest as you allowed yourself to finally drift off to sleep. It wasn’t for long, it felt as you were being lightly shaken awake by a lightly amused Bangchan. “Ya, Star- it’s been a little longer than an hour but I’m ready to go now.” You grumbled and shook your head, refusing to get up. “M’no way it’s been longer-“ you groaned, causing the older to laugh. “Do I have to carry you to the car? I can if you make me but I’m giving you the choice now cause it’s late and if the others found out I kept you here this long they’ll kill me.” You huffed, only holding turning over as a response. “Alright then, here we go.” He chuckled before lifting you up into his arms bridal style. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around him to hold on as he carried you down the hall and out of the building towards his car.

After arriving back at the dorm you fully woke up and rubbed at your eyes sleepily. “Are we home yet?” Chan smiled warmly and nodded. “Yeah, just pulled up. Think you can walk in or do I need to carry you again?” Embarrassed slightly, you chuckled and got out of the car. “I’ll walk this time, thanks for earlier though.” The two of you made it in and you cursed slightly when you made it to his room. “I forgot to ask Lix to drop off some pajama’s for me tonight-“ you cursed yourself mentally and cringed at the thought of sleeping in your jeans. “You can just borrow something of mine, it’s fine.” The Aussie reassured you, going over to his drawers. “Do want sweat pants or shorts?” He asked, rummaging around as he pulled out a pair of sweats for himself. “Um- shorts please?” You asked, remembering from previous sleep overs with the oldest member how much of a human furnace he tended to be. Tossing over a baggy black tee and a matching pair of shorts he turned around to give you some privacy and you did the same as you changed. You had done this a few times, not caring to make the walk down the hall to the bathroom to change and just turning to give each other privacy. You both settled under the covers and you could feel him stare at you for a while before you poking him in the chest. “At least try and get some sleep, yeah?” He smiled, chuckling lightly as he shook his hard. “I’m trying but it’s so hard when I have someone so cute in my bed, wearing my clothes.” He teased making you blush and hit him lightly on his bare chest. “Not funny, Chris. Sleep, now.” You turned around so your back was facing him and felt him drape an arm over your side and pull you flush against his back. “Wasn’t a joke, but good night Star.” He said before you soon felt the deep rise and fall of his chest against you signaling that he was drifting off to sleep. His words flustered you more than usual, being so close and in such an intimate setting with him. That was another thing you had come to realize over your time being here with them was how you seemed to have blossoming feelings for each of them, their charms and humor brightened your days beyond imagine and you felt completely blissful in their presence. Still, you held back those feelings to yourself for fear of interpreting their teasing for something more than it could be and ruining what you had going on as it was, even if you felt they were being obvious about the possibility of them feeling the same way. That little voice in your head told you not to be stupid, that they wouldn’t like you back and that it was all in your imagination and they were just being friendly.

Soon, you too fell asleep feeling the rise and fall of Bangchan’s chest behind you and hearing his snores.

In the morning you woke before Chan, smiling at his sleeping face before slipping out of bed and going next door to shower and get ready for the day. You were met with your four temporary roommates sitting and eating breakfast. “Morning, Star!” Jeongin said with a smile that you returned as you slipped your shoes off at the door and made your way over. “Morning! Sleep well?” The all nodded, all except for Felix who looked at your appearance and huffed. “Lix?” You tilted your head in confusion and made your way over to him. “Missed you.” He said with a pout before reaching for you and pulling you down into his lap to nuzzle his face into your neck. “Hey- I missed you too but i really need to go wash up, yeah?” He whined, but let go nonetheless and you leaned down to place a kiss on his cheek. You weren’t sure why you made the gesture, but something told you he needed the extra affection. You watched as his cheeks heated up and Minho immediately spoke up. “Ya! Why does he get a kiss? I want a kiss!” He shouted, causing you to roll your eyes and approach him as well. Smirking, he turned his cheek to you for a kiss only for you to give it a quick little pat before running off in a fit of giggles to get your clothes and take a shower. “No fair!!” He screeched, causing everyone else at the table to erupt with laughter.

While I’m the shower you heard a knock on the door. “Star? Do you mind if I grab something real quick? I promise I won’t look-“ you heard Felix familiar deep voice call out to you. “Sure! I think I actually left the door unlocked anyways-“ you reply, hearing the door open and soon after close. “I locked it back for you!” He said, and you quickly called back a thanks as you heard his footsteps walking away mixed with the water hitting the tile of the shower.

When you got out and dried off, starting to get dressed you noticed the shirt you had picked out had been replaced and you raised an eyebrow. Holding up the shirt that had been set with your other folded clothes you blushed a bit to see it was one of the young aussie’s shirts, his cologne still clinging to the fabric and causing a soft blush to tint your cheeks as you slipped it on over your sports bra before pulling on your loose fitting jeans. Why he switched your shirt with his own you weren’t really sure, fighting with yourself mentally over the meaning behind his actions. When you exited the bathroom and made your way to the kitchen to grab something to eat before class you felt all of their eyes on you and turned to catch Felix smirk before he turned away and took a sip from his mug. You ate quickly before grabbing your bag from the hooks by the door and slipped on your sneakers. “Bye guys, I’ll see you later!” You called, throwing them all a smile and wave as you started to head out. “Have fun at class!” They all called, starting to get ready themselves to head to JYPE for work.

After class, you made your way to JYPE with the takeout the boys had requested for dinner since they were practicing late that evening. As you were making your way into the practice room you heard a bit of commotion. “You’ve gotta be more careful, Chan! Really, I thought you’d know that better than all of us.” It was Minho, raising his voice as he gave the oldest a look of disappointment. “It was late at night and I was just carrying them to my car it wasn’t like we were caught hooking up or anything!” He shouts back, throwing his hands in the air. You weren’t sure what to do, awkwardly standing behind the door with the bags of food in your hands. “Guys, just calm down we can sort this out but we need to get it together before they get here it will be any minute now-“ Hyunjin said to try and ease them down from more of a fight. “Actually their location is showing they are already here.” Felix spoke up, holding up his phone for everyone to see. You decided to open the door slowly, wincing a bit as all eyes shot to you. “S-Sorry um….I can drop the food off and go back to the dorms if you need some privacy?” You said, walking cautiously towards them and setting the food on the table in the back. Chan sighed, shaking head head. “No, don’t go….some- uh, unfortunate events happened that just have us a bit on edge.” He said, looking back over to Leeknow. “I’ll say. A fan, or reporter one it doesn’t really matter, saw Chan carrying you to the car last night and got plenty of photos that are now all over the internet. Dispatch is having a field day.” He said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

The color drained from your face and you felt a bit faint. “What?” Was all you said, Hyunjin was by your side in a second, placing a hand gently on your lower back as he guided you to a seat. “I’m so sorry I- I don’t know what to say.” “It’s not your fault, so you don’t have to say anything.” Minho huffed, keeping his gaze locked on the oldest member. “Don’t blame Chan either then- it was really late and Star looked so tired in those pictures I’m sure they were out cold.” Changbin spoke up, standing to be beside the leader. “When we left they were already struggling to keep their eyes open and that was way before they got home. “This all goes back to why you shouldn’t be staying so late in the studio, then. Or else this wouldn’t have happened.” Minho spat back, pointing an accusatory finger at the producers. “Please stop-“ you said, looking at them all with worry. “Is there anything I can do to make it better? We could say I’m staff and I wasn’t feeling well?” You suggested, sitting on the edge of your seat now. “That could work- stays would eat that up since Chan is already so kind to our staff.” Seungmin spoke, pondering the idea for a bit. “No.” Felix said, glaring at the floor. “We should just tell them the truth. Star is my friend and they’ve been hanging out at the company with us but stayed too late and fell asleep. It’s the same as if a staff member got sick, Chan is the gentleman he is and was giving them a ride home.” Everyone stared at the blonde, concerned and skeptical faces among them. “It would be less lying and then we don’t have to feel like we are sneaking around…..it’s not like anything scandalous is going on anyways.” He said that last bit with a little huff of annoyance, almost as if he wished there was. You looked down to where you were still in his shirt, blushing a bit. “I’ll talk it over with management before we make any statements but- that isn’t an awful idea…” Chan said, Minho actually nodding in agreement. “It could work. If you’re okay with that, Star….people will inevitably find out who you are and you’ll most likely be pushed into the public’s eye to a degree.” You say and thought it over for a bit, biting at your lower lip as you contemplated the possibility. “Well- if I know anything about fandom culture they probably already know who I am if they saw my face….as in like- my name and stuff. So I can’t see the harm it would do to be honest-“ you shrugged, looking at Felix before leaning into him for comfort seeing he still looked a bit upset. “Then it’s settled….I’ll talk with management once we finish dinner.” Chan spoke, nodding over to the food and everyone made their way over to make a plate for themselves besides you and Felix who stayed in your spots on the couch. “Lix….are you okay? Somethings been off today-“ you questioned him, rubbing his back softly as you looked into soft brown eyes. “It’s nothing- I’ll talk to you about it later, okay? Before we go to bed..” you nodded, biting your lower lip again before rising. “Okay. Let’s go get some food before it’s all gone, yeah?” Smiling up at you he nodded before taking your hand.

The whole rest of the evening you felt your stomach twisting in knots with the anxiety of what it could be that he wanted to talk about when the two of you were alone.

author’s note: ooohh what do we think Lixie is gonna have to say to Star?? ૮꒰ྀི∩' ᵕ '∩꒱ྀིა thank you so much for all the lovely feedback I’ve been getting I try to reply to everyone but sometimes I’m either not sure what to say or I just forget to and then feel like it’s been too long to say something when I do remember to and just- I’m a very anxious person if you hadn’t guessed already heh but anyways I hope you enjoy and look forward to the next update soon ᕱᕱ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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[jongbross]

a damn good feeling (sub!park chanyeol x reader)

pairing: sub!park chanyeol x reader word count: 3748 genre: smutty warnings: description of sexual activies, fingering/anal play (male receiving), blowjob, handjob, nipple play, swearing, reader is a producer, chanyeol is really sensitive a/n: can you imagine this huge, giant baby being a sub? cause i do! happy birthday, yeollie, i love you to death <3

once again, you sighed as the inspiration did not come your way.

it’s been days since you started working on this new song, but somehow you got stuck in this part of the melody and it just didn’t flow anymore, your mind didn’t function when you tried to decide what should come next - even the lyrics felt somewhat wrong now.

as you heard a soft chuckle coming from behind you, you turned your chair around to meet chanyeol on the couch, legs spread wide as he smiled at his phone. his eyes met yours when he heard your chair, and suddenly his eyebrows were shot up almost to his hairline.

“did i disturb you? i’m sorry, i’ll be-”

“no, no. it wasn’t you, babe.”

chanyeol watched for a few seconds as you threw your head back, staring at the studio ceiling and once again sighing.

“what’s wrong?”, he asked.

you pouted, and he had to hold back a laugh. weren’t you the cutest thing ever?

“i can’t get past this part of the song. don’t know what should come next.”

chanyeol blocked his phone, putting away and paying close attention to you now. as your boyfriend (and a musician himself), it was his duty to try and help you.

“you have the lyrics, right?”

“yeah.”

“and the melody? ad libs?"

“i thought the melody and lyrics were alright, but now i don’t know anymore. i feel like it’s missing something, maybe it is the ad libs i recorded, but i didn’t actually like them. i don’t know… i don’t know.”

you two stayed that way for a moment, you staring at the ceiling and chanyeol staring at you. when he finally spoke again, you scoffed.

“can i hear it so far?”

“of course not!”, you exclaimed, shooting your eyes at him and making him laugh.

“come on, baby! i just wanna help!”

“yeah? so find another way”, you said, trying not to laugh too.

chanyeol knew how much you hated showing unfinished stuff to people, how you always tried finishing your projects on your own if that’s how you started.

well, at least he made you almost laugh.

“okay, so why don’t you come to rest with me for a bit? maybe it will help you ease your thoughts.”

he spread his arms in your direction, his comfortable aura calling out for you. his dark hair was kinda messed up, his gray jumper making him seem soft and warm. there was no way you could resist that.

you got up from your chair, smiling when chanyeol let out a little “yes!”. you sat next to him on the couch, feeling his big body embracing you and pulling you down with him as he laid down on top of you. chanyeol rested his head on your chest, intertwining your legs and taking a deep breath. you, on the other hand, closed your eyes at the amazing sensation of your boyfriend’s weight on top of you, his long arms involving you and his fluffy hair against your chin.

“you can sleep for a bit if you want to”, chanyeol calmly said. “i’ll wake you up.”

“nah, i don’t feel like sleeping.”

you slipped your hands under chanyeol’s jumper, thumbs caressing his back and slowly going up to his ribs. he hummed against your skin, melting at your touch and closing his eyes too.

it was all too comfortable, too soft. the perfect cozy moment you were longing for.

until you grabbed his flesh a bit tighter.

chanyeol’s soft moan didn’t go unnoticed. you opened your eyes, still feeling how relaxed he was against your body. you did it again, like you were trying to massage his skin - and, once again, chanyeol moaned.

“baby…”, he said against your skin.

“yeah?”

chanyeol looked at you then, resting his chin on your chest.

“what are you doing?”

“nothing”, you shrugged. “you’re the one who’s moaning at my bare touch.”

he smirked, gaze falling at your lips now and, in a split of seconds, his lips were on yours. chanyeol kissed you softly, taking all the time in the world to do so. his lips danced on top of yours, tongue slipping inside your mouth as he let go of your body and rested his arms on each side of your head on the couch, supporting his weight on his elbows now.

your hands kept wandering under his jumper, caressing his skin and making him sigh into your kiss. you pulled him a bit closer, palms spread on his back as his chest now rested on top of your torso, pressing just enough his skin to yours. your fingertips grabbed his flesh one more time, but not too gentle now, and chanyeol moaned on your lips.

the sound made you open your eyes once again, wide in realization. your lips stopped moving, and scared that something might have happened, chanyeol broke the kiss and looked at you.

“what’s wrong?”, he asked, curious about your reaction.

you looked at him, first taking in the sight - a light shade of red burning on his cheeks all up to his ears, lips parted and also red, plumped from the kiss. your hand left his back and went to his face, caressing his cheek. chanyeol leaned on your touch, eyes never leaving you.

“what are you thinking about?”, he asked.

“you’re so beautiful”, and you meant it.

“um… that’s not why you stopped though, i know you.”

you smiled, then so did he. you pecked his lips again, and again, and again; until you had him humming against you.

“can you… can you moan to me again?”

chanyeol smirked, shooting his eyebrows up.

“i didn’t know that got you going so much, baby.”

“that’s not it…”, you said, as chanyeol started to slowly kiss your neck and jaw. “i think i got it.”

“got what?”

you caressed chanyeol’s skin again as he sucked on your sweet spot. you licked your lips too, gathering the courage to spill your words.

“what i need for the song”, you started. another brief moment went by before you finished your thought. “i think… i think it’s your moaning.”

chanyeol stopped what he was doing. damn it, was he offended? i mean, not too many people would be comfortable getting their most private moment sounds recorded, let alone to be put on something that half the world would hear.

would he snap at you? would he think that was crossing the line?

your mind raced a million miles a minute, all into the seconds it took for chanyeol to finally look at you again. his eyes were narrowed, although there was no sign of anger on his beautiful face.

“you wanna… you wanna record me moaning to put on your song?”, he questioned.

you nodded, imagining exactly where his moans would sound better mixed to the melody. it would even increase the lyrics, as you sang about wanting something so badly but not being able to have it, the beat giving off the sexy vibes you wanted.

that was it. the thing that was missing, why the ad libs you recorded didn’t work and why you couldn’t get that song finished. it was begging for chanyeol’s moaning. that’s what it needed.

chanyeol looked away for a moment. shit, how would you apologize? your mind started writing a few apology notes so you would already know what to say in case chanyeol started an argument - but when it took him too long to react, you decided to push that idea away and just hope for the best.

“chanyeol, i-”

“okay”, he said, cutting you off. chanyeol looked at you, a playful smile on his lips. “let’s do it.”

you stared at him, confused.

“wait… like, for real? you ain’t mad i even suggested that?”

“not a bit”, it was his time to shrug. “if it will help you, then let’s do it. i won’t even ask for the credits.”

your smile got bigger and bigger as he spoke, cheeks hurting in happiness for how good your boyfriend was to you. suddenly, you attacked chanyeol with kisses all over his face - his lips, his nose, eyes, cheeks, forehead. it made him giggle and rest his face on the crook of your neck.

“thank you, babe! thank you, thank you, thank you! i promise i won’t tell anyone it’s you.”

“it’s okay”, he said, laughing. “but i will need some stimulation to moan just right for you…”

you rolled your eyes, smirking right away. chanyeol kissed your neck again, lifting his head to look at you. he was smirking too, a devilish look on his eyes.

“yeah? and what do you want me to do to you?”

“anything you’d like”, chanyeol whispered. “if you want me to moan, you’ll have to work for it.”

“that’s not too hard to get, yeol…”

chanyeol shivered at how you used his nickname but, mostly, at how your hands went back under his jumper, nails sinking on his skin. he closed his eyes, damning you for knowing his tastes almost better than himself.

it was your time to kiss his neck and jaw, lips and tongue leaving no piece of skin untouched. chanyeol groaned when you bit him, sure that that would leave a red mark on his throat; he didn’t care though.

chanyeol used one of his hands to grab your face and pull you to kiss your lips. this time, his kiss was intense and passionate, fingers holding you still while he started to build you up. your hands started working too, going up and down his back until you instinctively let them slip inside chanyeol’s sweatpants, grabbing his butt and making him moan once again.

“fuck…”, he said against your lips, and you smirked again.

“hold that thought.”

gently, you pushed chanyeol up so you could have some space to get up. you went to your desk, pressing a few buttons, trying not to seem too excited about that.

“you’re gonna record the whole thing?”, chanyeol spoke. you looked at him, now seated on the couch again with legs spread open and a bulge inside his pants. “naughty…”

you chuckled, going back to your boyfriend and straddling him, sitting on his lap. you helped chanyeol get out of his jumper, his chest now fully exposed to you and at your mercy. you took a deep breath before going in, decided to make his skin your white canvas. you heard him sigh as your lips connected to his collarbone, sliding across his chest and leaving a trace of open mouthed kisses. reaching lower, your tongue danced around his chest, tracing random figures and making chanyeol rest his head on the couch.

he was so lost in your actions that he didn’t actually feel how your hand made its way from his waist to his chest, the tip of your fingers grabbing his right nipple and pinching it hard. chanyeol moaned out loud, squeezing his eyes shut. yeah, that’s exactly the sound you wanted him to make.

you decided to take it further so you dragged your tongue to his left nipple, circulating it and sucking on it. chanyeol’s hands found the way to your waist, holding you so hard you could feel a bit of pain.

“fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“stop it”, you said, tone switching to something more… bossy. “you don’t get to touch me unless i say so. understood?”

chanyeol didn’t answer, he just nodded furiously. so you pinched his nipple harder, and the way his dick twitched below you made it pretty clear you were on the right track.

“i made you a question. words, yeol.”

“yes, yes!”, he desperately said, looking at you. “i understand. just, please… don’t stop…”

“then why are you still touching me?”, as soon as the words left your mouth, his hands dropped from your waist and into the couch. you smiled at him. “good boy.”

you started once again to suck on his nipple, this time the one you had pinched. chanyeol moaned once again, bucking his hips up in a try to have some friction. so you complied, starting to dry hump him as your tongue made wet, naughty noises around his nipple. your lips started to move up as chanyeol moaned once again, this time a bit louder. you took a special time to work on his throat, sucking on the sensitive skin while your hips didn’t stop moving, not even for a second.

your hands roamed north too, caressing chanyeol’s chest and also scratching it, leaving red marks behind. one of your hands then rested around his neck, fingers digging into the skin and putting just the right amount of pressure.

“harder”, he moaned to you. “please… harder…”

“color?”, you whispered in his ear.

“green.”

so once again, you complied. your hand choked chanyeol a little bit harder, making him gasp and hold onto the couch cushion for dear life. he could feel your breathing on his ear and your hips moving against his clothed dick, and it just made him feel like he was welcomed into heaven. chanyeol licked his lips, opening his eyes and finally looking at you - he had to watch that scene with his own eyes.

he moaned again when you looked at him too, lips so plumped from sucking his skin. as the sound let out his mouth, you choked him harder once again, and instead of interrupting his sweet little noise it only made him moan louder out of pleasure. 

“good boy”, you praised him, index finger reaching to touch his lips. chanyeol didn’t hesitate to put it in his mouth and suck it, making you moan with him.

“baby, please…”, he whined.

“what? what do you want?”

“finger me”, chanyeol moaned, sucking your finger again.

you shook your head, letting go of his neck and, consequently, taking your finger out of his mouth.

“i don’t have lube here, love.”

“it’s okay, i trust you”, he said. “just… fuck, please… i wanna sound good to you.”

you shot an eyebrow up, challengingly looking at chanyeol. he nodded, blinking fast and hard as he bucked his hips up once again, knuckles getting white from how hard he was holding onto the couch’s cushion. chanyeol mumbled a few incomprehensible things, eyes closing when you squeezed his throat again.

he let out a breath as he felt you getting up from his lap. chanyeol was ready to complain, to whine, to beg you not to stop - he choked on his own words though as you kneeled in front of him, hands resting on both sides of his hips and tapping on his skin, a silent signal for him to move up so you could pull his sweatpants down. he did it then, a sigh leaving his lips as he finally felt himself getting free of those suddenly tight boxers. 

chanyeol didn’t say a word as you also took off his shoes, pulling his pants from both his legs so he was entirely naked in front of you now. he gasped when he felt your hands on his knees, pushing them and making enough room for you to be between his legs. your eyes finally looked away from his face and focused on his dick now, rock hard and begging for attention.

“please”, chanyeol whispered, voice melting in desperation.

“shhh…”, you shushed him, reaching two fingers to his lips and stuffing them into his mouth. “get them wet for me, baby”.

so as chanyeol sucked both your middle and ring finger, your other hand found its way to his member, slowly starting to pump it. he moaned around your digits, legs instinctively getting wider for you when he felt your thumb playing with his tip. you gathered all the precum you could possibly get, using it to make it easier for your hand to slide from the base to the top, and then repeat the movement over and over again. 

the moment chanyeol watched you gathering more of his fluids and using it to tease just the tip of his hole was when he lost it. he whimpered loudly, almost like he wasn’t still sucking on your fingers - and sucking it good. you circulated his entrance with your thumb mostly, making it just wet enough to push through it.

“use your safe words, okay?”, you asked, taking your fingers from his mouth with a pop.

“okay!”

chanyeol closed his eyes, already knowing what would follow. he felt, with tensed abs, as you slowly pushed your middle finger into him, a long and heavenly moan being let out from the back of his throat - or of his soul, you weren’t sure. you mirrored him and moaned too, just from how hot that whole scene was.

“color?”, you asked him, as soon as your whole finger was inside him.

“so fucking green”, he groaned. “more… please, more…”

you smirked, loving the way he licked his lips in anticipation. slowly, almost teasingly now, you pulled your middle finger out of him just so you could push it into again, now with your ring finger followed by it. chanyeol moaned once again, his voice getting deeper as he clenched around you when you were knuckles deep inside him.

your other hand went back to pumping his dick, which now was bright red and leaking. your fingers started to thrust into him, not too hard so you wouldn’t hurt him, but definitely not too soft so he could still feel you. 

“does it feel good, yeol?”

he nodded, and screamed when you squeezed the tip of his dick.

“use your words or i’ll stop.”

“yes!”, he immediately said. “yes, i-it does feel good! it feels so good, fuck, baby…”

“what’s the color?”

“green, green, green! just… just keep going, please. don’t stop.”

“i’m gonna suck you off now”, you told him, and smirked again as he quickly opened his eyes and looked down at you. “i don’t want you to hold back, okay? moan all you want, let it out. this is your show, baby.”

before he could answer it, you were already with your lips around his dick, sucking on his tip before taking all of him into your mouth and feeling him hitting the back of your throat. and chanyeol really obeyed you, because the scream he let out was sinful. the combination of your lips on him, your hot and soft mouth, and your fingers thrusting into the pace you knew he loved was all too much for him - there was no way he could hold back his moans, not even if he wanted to.

chanyeol cursed a little bit, nonsense words spilling out of his mouth and sometimes getting cut by another moan, sometimes by the calling of your name. surprisingly, his hands were still on each side of him, almost tearing the cushion into pieces as his nails were sinked into it. you loved how chanyeol could never disobey you, how he would always listen and obliged what you said.

his long moans echoed through the whole room, loud and smoothly. his voice was like velvet, and even when it cracked or he gasped, sighed instead of being vocal, it still sounded like the hottest song you’ve ever heard - well, it would sound like a song afterwards. there was particularly one moan he let out, when he felt you too moaning around his dick, that just made your heart skip a beat because, firstly, you were so in love with him and being the reason why he felt so good, being the only one who could pleasure him like that was priceless; and second, it would sound so fucking good to the beat of your song.

when chanyeol started to buck his hips up and clench around your fingers again though, you knew he was close. looking up at him, you saw his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat, as well as the red marks of your nails on his stomach and around his nipples, from your sucking. his eyes met yours, and with the tiniest smirk he could form, he moaned again.

oh, no. you don’t get to be cocky now, chanyeol.

he choked on whatever sound he was about to make when you twisted your fingers inside him, reaching his sweet spot for the first time that day and making him shut his eyes. you also pulled him out of your mouth, thumb caressing his tip - it still felt good, but it wasn’t your throat though.

“now what were you smiling for?”

“i’m sorry!”, chanyeol answered right on the spot. “i w-wasn’t, i swear i wasn’t! please, let me cum, baby. please…”

“liar”, you laughed, but still wrapped your lips around him again, pushing him to the back of your throat.

your goal was to make him cum now, and so you did. your fingers started to thrust him a little faster, each time twisting so they could reach where he wanted them the most. your tongue, skillful and hot, came in touch with all of his dick, hand paying some attention to the base of it. 

it didn’t take too long. his moans got familiarly louder and squeaky, so you weren’t surprised when you felt him coming inside your mouth - in fact, you did your best to swallow everything. chanyeol dropped his head to the back of the couch, chest raising and dropping as he tried to catch his breath. still sensitive, still high from his release, he whined when he felt you pulling both his dick out of your mouth and your fingers out of him, suddenly feeling empty and exposed. when you opened your eyes though, it was your time to gasp.

“yeol”, you whispered, quickly getting up and sitting beside him. “are you crying?”

one of your hands instinctively found its way to his face, wiping the silent tears from the corner of his eyes. chanyeol slightly chuckled as he leaned into your touch - your hand smelled like him, and he very much enjoyed that.

“yeah, that was… that was just intense”, he whispered back, finally touching you and holding your wrist, so you couldn’t let go of his face. “one of the best orgasms i had lately.”

you chuckled, pulling him in for a soft, long kiss. his sweaty forehead came in touch with yours, one resting against the other while he sincerely smiled at you.

“you were so good, love”, you praised him, kissing him again. “such a good boy.”

“well… anything for the music.”

[muddy-water-1997]

𝖠𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖡𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌

𝖳𝖶: 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾. 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾?

Chapter 23 - An Arrangement

It had been a few weeks since that night in your apartment, and things had gradually cooled. Although you hadn't had direct contact with Seungmin, Chan ensured you stayed busy by dragging you to dance practice to keep you from going stir-crazy. While there was no way you could keep up with the group's rigorous routines, it was fun to try. Hyunjin spent hours patiently trying to teach you the simplest choreography, but it always ended with you doubling over in laughter. He was convinced you were purposely messing up, only to realise you truly had no rhythm.

Chan also brought you to the studio with 3RACHA, trying to show you the basics of producing and letting you watch the creative process unfold. Changbin thought getting you into the recording booth would be hilarious, attempting to teach you Korean and how to sing simultaneously. Predictably, it went as well as expected, with the four of you ending up in fits of laughter whenever you mispronounced something, inadvertently giving the lyrics a completely different meaning.

It was nice to hang out with Chris and the group like friends, without the looming threat of a media scandal. Chan maintained regular contact with the company execs, trying to gauge how the situation was unfolding back home and how likely it was that you'd be able to return. A part of you didn’t want to leave anytime soon; things had never been better. However, there was one aspect that felt off—Chris.

Despite the fun and camaraderie, Chris hadn't made the slightest move on you since that night, which felt strange. You were used to the intense affection and attention from the guys, and the abrupt shift from 100 to 0 was jarring. Chris wanted to take things slow, but after three weeks of dates and loving gestures, he hadn't confessed his feelings or tried to be intimate. You missed the connection, the physical and emotional intimacy that had once been so intense.

It left you in a state of confusion and longing, wondering why he was holding back and if he felt the same aching void you did. The uncertainty gnawed at you, making the days blur together in a mix of joy and frustration. Despite the laughter and lighthearted moments, the absence of his touch and the unspoken words weighed heavily on your heart.

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“Hey, babe?” Chris called from the sofa of your apartment into the kitchen, where you were preparing some snacks for the movie night you had planned. While the movie was a good front, there was a real reason you had invited him here tonight. You wanted to cut the bullshit. Sure, the comeback was around the corner, but it had been three weeks since Seungmin had cornered you in your apartment and three weeks since Chris said he liked you and wanted to take things slow. You’d been patient; you’d been the perfect non-girlfriend-girlfriend to him, but besides the odd cute nickname, he treated you more like a mate than someone he had actual feelings for.

“Give me a sec, Chris,” you called back, emphasising his name instead of the usual Chan, Channie, or Babe, hoping it would signal the seriousness of why he was really here.

You took a deep breath, gathered the snacks on a tray, and entered the living room. Chris was lounging comfortably, but there was a slight tension in his eyes as he watched you approach. Setting the tray down on the coffee table, you turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Chris," you began, your voice steady but soft, "we need to talk."

“That’s almost as bad as calling me Christopher,” he laughed lightly. You smiled, trying to keep the conversation light despite the weight in your heart.

“What’s going on?” he asked gently, taking your hand in his.

“It’s been three weeks…” you began, your voice low. His expression shifted to one of understanding.

“Are you horny?” he asked with a chuckle, and your eyes widened in shock.

“No! I mean, yes, but that’s not the point I’m trying to make,” you said, playfully hitting his shoulder. “I’m starting to wonder if you’re regretting what you said that night,” you added tentatively.

“Regret it?” he repeated, his eyes full of concern as he shifted closer to you. “Regret telling you that I’m falling for you? Baby, no! Why would you even think that?”

“Apart from the occasional nickname and hand-holding, you haven’t really tried to ask me out or even get close to me…” you mumbled, your eyes flickering to where your hands were intertwined. “If you see me as more of a friend, that’s okay! I’d just rather know so I can protect my own heart.” You say with a sad smile.

“Y/N, look at me,” Chris pressed, and you lifted your eyes to meet his. “You’re right; I haven’t been as involved as I should have been. After that night with Seungmin and seeing how you’ve been with everyone since then, I could tell that part of you might be unable to give up what you had with the rest of the boys.” He brought a hand up to your face, caressing your cheek tenderly.

“I’d give it all up for you,” you said, leaning into his hand, savouring the touch, the most intimate you had been in weeks.

“I know you would, beautiful, but I want you to be happy too,” he said softly, his thumb stroking your cheek gently. “So I’ve been distant because I’ve had to think long and hard about what to do.”

“Are you going to leave me?” you asked, your eyes sad and searching his.

“No, baby, not at all,” he reassured you, his voice low and steady. “I was thinking that maybe we could come to an arrangement?”

“An arrangement?” you echoed, confused.

Chris took a deep breath. “I want us to be together, truly together. But I also understand that you have a connection with the other guys. What if we find a way to balance everything, to make sure you’re happy and fulfilled without losing what we have?”

“So I get to have you, and we can play around with the others if we feel like it?” you asked, needing clarification.

“Yeah, essentially. But there would have to be some ground rules moving forward because, for all intents and purposes, you are mine. I’m nice enough to share with the others, only for your pleasure.” He said the words with such certainty, and you closed your eyes, savouring the possessiveness and affection in his voice.

“I’m yours,” you repeated, opening your eyes before crashing your lips onto his.

The kiss was intense, filled with all the pent-up emotions and longing you had felt over the past weeks. Chris pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as if he never wanted to let go. He swiftly picked you up, your lips never leaving his skin as your legs wrapped around his body, and he walked you into the bedroom. 

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Laying you on the bed, he continued his assault on your lips. 

“Since you’re mine, I get to enjoy you alone,” Chris murmured, his eyes dark with desire. The shift in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel yourself getting wet from just the way he was looking at you. Finally, after three weeks, you were going to feel him.

“All yours, baby,” you confirmed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chris pressed another passionate kiss against your lips, his hands roaming your body with reverence. He treated you gently like you were made of the finest china, his touch worshipful. Each caress sent waves of pleasure through you, making your breath hitch.

He slowly undressed you as if unwrapping a precious gift, taking his time with each article of clothing. His fingers traced the curves of your body, lingering over every inch of skin revealed. The intensity of his gaze made you feel cherished and adored.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion and desire. His hands continued exploring slowly, setting your skin ablaze with every touch.

You moaned softly, your body arching into his touch, craving more. “Chris...”

“Shh, baby,” he soothed, kissing a path down your neck. “I want to savor this.”

His lips followed the trail his hands had made, leaving a path of fire in their wake. When he finally had you completely bare, he took a moment to admire you, his eyes drinking in every detail.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, and you felt your heart swell with love and desire.

He joined you in your nakedness, his body pressing against yours, skin to skin. The feeling was electrifying, a perfect blend of intimacy and lust. As he settled between your legs, his eyes met yours, and you saw the depth of his emotions there.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted, his voice raw. “Wanted you.”

“Then take me,” you urged your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

You didn’t have to ask him twice. Chris ran his cock through your folds, covering himself in your slick before pushing into you gently. Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly pushed more of himself in.

“So perfect, so tight,” he growled, and you pulled his face down to meet your lips, desperate to have as much of him on you as possible. When he had finally buried himself to the hilt, you took a moment to adjust to his size while he kissed your neck, leaving little marks to make it known you were his.

“Chris…” you arched your back slightly, desperate to feel some friction.

“That’s not my name, princess,” he chuckled against your neck.

“Baby, please…” you corrected yourself, attempting to move yourself on his cock, causing his breath to hitch.

“Good girl,” he praised before he started moving at a slow pace. This wasn’t a quick fuck; he wanted to make love to you, to show you how much he truly treasured you. “God, you’re going to be the death of me. How am I ever going to leave this bed?” he growled, picking up his pace slightly.

You moaned, your body responding to his every touch, every thrust. His slow, deliberate movements were driving you wild, each one bringing you closer to the edge. Chris’s hands roamed your body, caressing your breasts, your hips, every part of you that he could reach.

“Chris… I need more,” you begged, your voice breathy with desire.

“Anything for you, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He picked up the pace, his hand finding your clit and rubbing slow, agonising circles as his thrusts became more intense, more urgent.

Your bodies moved in perfect sync, the room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust brought you closer to that blissful edge. Chris’s name fell from your lips like a prayer, your hands clutching at his back, desperate to hold on to this moment.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

His words pushed you over the edge, and you came undone around him, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm. Chris followed soon after, his own release intense and powerful. He held you close, his lips finding yours in a tender kiss as you both came down from the high.

As you lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, you felt a sense of completeness, of being exactly where you were meant to be. Chris brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes filled with love and adoration.

“I love you, girlfriend”, he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

“I love you too, boyfriend”, you replied, your heart full.

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾? 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾! 𝖬𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌!  𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍? 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖣𝖬!

𝖳𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 @fr34k4c1dr41n @rylea08 @stellasays45 @darthmaddie25 @whatsk-poppinhomies @minnieprincess85 @purp13st4r @livixcore @hyun-hwanj @0325tiny @privhace @goldilovesharry @jisunglyricist @gloriajovicc @mimililylupinblack @laney1488 @missbangtangirl @palindrome969

Orange means I couldn’t tag you!

[btsfaris]

day and night

summary: you’ve always felt like you never fit in Hongjoong’s world.. or maybe he just didn’t fit in yours.

pairing: kq fellaz kim hongjoong x reader.

genre: multi-part, angst, fluff, future smut

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This last year you were in a wonderful relationship with Hongjoong. The hardworking leader of Ateez, but the love of your life to you. Even though they were still considered rookies, they blew up so early in their careers. From millions of views online to thousands of record sales, you couldn’t be more proud of him.

You met him by chance, while he was still a trainee, filming his pre-debut show called kq fellaz, as all of his fans know. You happened to sign up for classes that summer with your best friend, who was an amazing dancer and begged you to go with her. After weeks of convincing, you finally decided to give it a shot and now you don’t regret it one bit.

Obviously, you had a lot of practice to do, everyone else was so talented and you were rather uncoordinated in the sense that you were clearly not on the same level as everyone else. And Hongjoong saw that, but rather than mock you or laugh at you, he decided to help.

“Hi,” a young man with dark hair spoke up beside you, “need help?”

You felt embarrassed, already out of breath when you were only just practicing the first part of the choreography, “Oh I’m okay, thank you,” you blushed red, wanting the ground to swallow you whole and cancel your membership immediately.

“Are you sure? I want to help,” he smiled at you, not in a humorous way but instead, kindly, “I know it’s hard.. but I can teach you..”

You looked around, noticing everyone almost having the movement and rhythm down while you were still struggling with the counts. You turn back to him and he raises an eyebrow, deep brown eyes soft.

“Okay,” you agree hesitantly, and his eyes gleam.

“What is your name?” He asks.

“Y/n..” you tell him, “what’s yours?”

“I’m Hongjoong.”

…

From then on, he helped you during every class and taught you how to dance properly. You both even did a small choreo together, that sadly never made it to the dance studios channel, but was still fun nonetheless.

You both had exchanged numbers and despite his limited English, he still made an effort to talk to you. Of course he preferred phone calls, as it improved his language skills but mostly because he wanted to hear your voice whenever you were apart. You had developed feelings for him but he told you he would only be staying a month before he had to leave back home to Seoul, so you never thought you would have a chance.

On his very last night in LA, you took him to your favorite spot, a small beach to watch the sunset and the stars while laying on the hood of your car. You left the radio on, the latest pop song at the time playing softly in the background as you talked and laughed with him. Hours had passed, and it was almost time to take him back to his rented house before his manager would notice his disappearance.

“I’m going to miss you,” you say softly, still looking at the stars, “I hope you debut, you really deserve it Hongjoong..”

“I’ll miss you too, I wish I didn’t have to leave..” he whispers sadly, “I want to stay here, with you. Here in LA.”

“You shouldn’t stay here Hongjoong, you have so much talent.. you’re an amazing person, you were meant to be an idol,” you look at him and he turns to you, “I wouldn’t want to hold you back.”

He stares at you for a long time, before opening his mouth, almost hesitating, “Y/n.. can I tell you something?” You nod, turning your body to lean on your arm next to him.

“I like you..” he blushes, his hands trembling at his confession to you.

“You.. you do?” He nods, eyes looking away in embarrassment.

“I like you too..” your eyes water, “I really like you Hongjoong.”

His eyes snap back to yours, softening when he sees your face. “Don’t cry,” he pulls you close to him, hand caressing your face to wipe away your tears.

“Don’t forget about me..” you whisper, looking up at his beautiful, clear face.

He looks at you for a second, before leaning down to place his lips softly on yours. His warm hand holds your face, while yours shoot up to grab onto his shirt, pulling him as close as you can. You kiss until you run out of breath, finally separating when it becomes too much.

“We’ll make it work,” he lets out a smile, pushing your hair out of your face, “I’ll never forget about you. I’m yours.. and you’re mine.”

[huihuiheart]

Kinktober D17: Think Twice - Bang Chan

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Pairing:  Bf! Bang Chan x Gf! Reader

Genre: Slight Angst, Smut

Summary: You burst into his studio intent on giving him a mouthful only for you to get one instead.

Warnings: Slight dom/sub themes (if you squint), oral (m! receiving), cursing, use of term baby girl, use of term good girl, some dirty talk/scolding, mostly praise.

Word Count: 1181

The first thing he heard was the sound of his studio door slamming open, the second thing he heard was you calling his name pissed. Though now you weren’t the only one. He didn’t mind you interrupting him in the studio ever, but you knew better than to slam his door open like that with all the soundproofing and such everything had been through. Should something be broken it wouldn’t just take take and money to fix, but that is time they could be recording or he could be perfecting tracks and here you were knowing better and still doing it. Yet, he was Christopher and so he took a deep breath and turned to you calmly thinking perhaps there would be a justifiable reason for such an action. 

“Christopher Bang. I really cannot believe you sometimes.” You huff arms crossed and stare at him incredulously. 

The man simply raises a brow, “Explain baby girl, because truly I  have no clue what you’re on about.”

“Did you cancel our reservations tonight without talking to me about it? What is your work more important than our date night now?” You cross the room and place your hands firmly down onto either armrest of his chair.

“Did you ever consider that maybe there was a reason I didn’t tell you about how I canceled the reservations that I made tonight?” His tone is even as he asks, too even and that’s when you realize not only from his tone but also the question that you may have fucked up. It snaps you out of your heated haze to consider everything and you gulp trying to think of a way to backpedal now, but you can’t really find one.

“You could have still talked to me.” You respond though it comes out in such a soft whisper that you’re not sure he could pick up on it, but of course, he did.

“And you could have still trusted me, but here we are. You being a brat and my work interrupted, so now what? How are you going to make this better?”

Your hands shake lightly from nerves, dropping softly to your knees and shuffling forward between his thighs as he leaned back in his chair. Letting your hands gently rub up his thighs toward where his bulge was beginning to harden in his jeans. Undoing the button and pulling down his zipper, hand reaching in to rub over his cock through the thin layer of fabric still keeping him away from you. 

"I can at least think of a way to start." You tell him, batting your lashes up at him and licking your lips, "Help me a second?"

He scoffs and lifts his hips enough to allow you to pull the fabrics down and free his cock now. His hand runs through your hair as you lean in closer, though you give in to what you want first and kiss his hip and trail them down to his thighs, kissing over the one until he tugs softly on your hair.

“I wouldn’t tease right now unless you want to be in even more trouble baby girl.” He warns, raising a brow when you pout up at him but you heed his warning leaning in to kiss his angry tip before finally stopping the teasing.  

Chan’s head falls back against the chair with a groan when your lips finally wrap around him, the man reveling in the warm wet feeling of your mouth. Sure you made him cum often, but the feeling of your mouth wasn’t often what brought it on, so whenever it was he was never able to hold back. Especially after a long day in the studio. Looking up at the sight of Chan’s eyes screwed shut in pleasure and arm flexing as he reached out to play with your hair, mouth dropped open to both the vocal and silent praises he gave you made it worth any sting you had in the back of your throat when you took all of him. 

“Fuck baby girl, come on make me forget all about how bad you were.” He encourages, his words coming out low rumbling moans, “Wouldn’t want me ruining date night with a punishment now would you?”

Your sounds of agreement around his cock have him hissing soft curses under his breath, grip tightening some on your hair, but he stills his hips before thrusting into your throat. After all, you were the one apologizing to him right now, so it was only fair you do the work. So apologize you would, working faster and moving your tongue against the places he liked whenever you were able to, showing him that you didn’t need to do this often to have memorized how to make him absolutely crumble. 

“There you go baby, that’s a good girl. Will you let me cum in your mouth? Don’t wanna make a mess of you now, it would make things more complicated.” He tells you, yet doesn’t expound on why after that. 

Still, if he was going to ask that of you after calling you a good girl you were going to prove to him that you deserved the title. So you nodded as best you could, letting out a sound of approval which is all he needed to cum down your throat. When you pull back you sputter a little, bringing your hand up to wipe away the bit of drool around your mouth. Chan’s hands cupping your cheeks and thumbs gently rubbing away the thing sheen of tears at the corner of your eyes while you look up at him longingly. Only he chuckles, pinching your chin between his thumb and index finger to bring you in for a soft kiss.  Then he’s standing to pull his pants back up, before reaching out to help you back up smirking a little at the small whine you try to hide.

“Patience baby girl, we have to go get ready for date night after all.” He tells you saving his project before shutting everything down to leave the studio for the night.

“Ready for what? Our reservations are canceled.” You respond only now it’s confused and not aggressive. 

“That’s because I’m taking you somewhere else tonight, someplace more exclusive. Come on, we’re too underdressed right now and if we take too much longer we won’t have enough time to get ready and make our reservations. We can continue this back home afterward.”  He assured you with a wink that has your cheeks burning, taking his hand to follow him out of the studio he closes up behind you. Shock only intensifies as he hands you the business card of the owner of the new small restaurant that was beyond exclusive as well as interesting and had been a topic of your conversation for the past month. 

“Okay, next time I’ll keep my mouth shut for sure, promise.” Your assurance makes him chuckle before he’s grinning at you.

“Oh don’t worry, you showing me what else your mouth can do certainly made up for it.” 

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[gnrbitch]

Does she have alcohol?

warnings: alcoholism? (maybe idk)

mentions: Lenny Kravitz

y/nn: your nickname

based off Slash’s biography

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1990

Slash had just been flown into New York by Lenny, something about him wanting Slash to be on his record. Slash thought it was cool, the recognization he was getting as a guitarist, not just the guitarist from guns n’ roses. But now he was here, waiting for Lenny to get ready in his apartment that, to Slash, looked like a vintage hippie store had just thrown up.

And sure, Slash had been sober from heroin for a quick minute, but that didn’t stop him from drinking like a madman. So he sat there, suddenly feeling chills, sweat and everything else that comes with being an alcoholic.

“Lenny, man, do you have anything to drink?” “Nah man, I have a joint though” Lenny responded to a suddenly pale Slash sitting on his couch. “Yea that’s cool, but I really need something to drink”

As Lenny went around asking his neighbors if they had some kind of alcohol Slash could drink, he was pacing right behind him “Can’t we just stop by a bar on the way to the studio?” Slash asked looking at Lenny, who had already started walking out of his apartment building. “Sorry dude, bars are closed on Sunday”

That made Slash nervous. Really fucken nervous. What kind of place was this? Closed bars on a Sunday? What the fuck?

The ride to the studio was personally, Slash’s personal hell. As they walked through the parking lot of the studio Slash turned to look at Lenny “Look man I need a fucken drink, I can’t play unless I have something to drink.”

“I get it man, i’ll get you something. Don’t worry.”

Lenny didn’t get it, Slash thought. Sure the dude smokes weed to write music and stuff. But he didn’t need it.

Lenny smiled as he walked into the studio, knowing he had found the solution to Slash’s hell. “Hey! y/nn!” Lenny called to the girl bending down to get her soda from the vending machine.

Y/n turned to look over at the voice, happy to see her dearest friend. Lenny, y/n and her guys met each other when Lenny first moved to Manhattan. All of them being musicians helped them build a bond.

“Hey Lenny, and friend” y/n knew who the friend was, but once you have some drinks with Iggy Pop, who was always spotted in New York considering he lived there, you really can’t be starstruck anymore.

“Y/nn honey, I hate to be a bother” Lenny started, getting cut off by Y/n’s sarcastic ass “do you? really?” Lenny rolled his eyes at the girl, knowing she was right. “Yea yea, do you and the guys have anything to drink?” “Preferably, alcohol?” He gave a side eye to Slash, who was wondering who this y/nn girl is, does she have alcohol, and what was she doing in the studio.

“Yea, the guys have some” Y/n responded, weirded out look on her face as she noticed Lenny’s friend looking quite like shit. “cmon” she said as she started walking towards the room her and the guys were recording in. “is your friend okay?” she said looking at Lenny, and before Lenny had the chance to answer her, Slash spoke. “Slash” was all he said “what?” Y/n said turning her head to him, not quite hearing him. “I’m Slash” he said louder.

“That’s nice, i’m Y/n” Y/n said giving him a soft smile, opening the door to her bands recording room.

“Im back” She started, “Lenny needs some alcohol” she finished, looking over to Sammi, their rhythm guitarist. “Take what you need man” Sammi said, pushing a bottle of tequila towards him.

On one hand, Slash was fucken relieved he finally had something to drink. But in the other, his ego was kinda bruised. What was up with these people? Did they not know who he is?

Caught up in his thoughts, he stared blankly at y/n who, was holding the bottle to him.

“Slash? Hello?” She said looking at him “Shit yea, thanks” he said, hating how shaky his voice sounded. He looked for Lenny, who he found sitting on the couch. “Sit down man, you look rough” a voice said, Slash looked at him. “Sydney don’t be fucked up” Y/n told the unknown guy, now known as Sydney “But yea, you should sit down Slash” She said turning her head back to him.

After drinking the bottle like his life depended on it, Slash finally felt good. Ignoring what everyone else in the room was talking about, his eyes floated to Y/n. He took in her appearance, necklaces that adorned her neck, falling perfectly around her loose V neck dress. He smiled to himself, what a pretty dress.

After looking at her for what felt like forever, soaking in every detail of her, he realized, Y/n is really pretty. Sure she’s hot, but he felt this pretty feeling being in the same room as her. And Slash didn’t know what it was, but he knew he liked Y/n.

Y/n. What a cool name, he thought, Y/n. It sounded nice in his head, but he wondered how it would sound if he said it out loud. “Y/n” He subconsciously said, wanting to slap himself after Y/n turned to him, giving him a little “yes?”

Shit. Now he had to start a conversation. “So, um, you make music?” another shit. he sounded like an idiot. “Yea” Y/n gave him a little laugh “I’m lead vocals” she said, now giving him his full attention. “That’s cool” he gave her a half smile, not knowing what else to say.

“I like your name” he blurted, cursing whatever the fuck had him acting like a school boy with a crush, he was usually much smoother with the ladies. “Thanks, I like yours too, Slash” she said putting an emphasis on his name, and Slash liked it, he liked how his named sounded coming out of Y/n’s mouth.

“Well I hate to cut this conversation short, but me and Slash gotta get working” Lenny said getting up, “Wouldn’t want your lady to wait up for you” He said, oblivious to Slash’s little crush on Y/n.

They said their goodbyes, Slash thanked them for the drink, they all told each other they would hang out again when they all weren’t busy.

When Slash and Lenny left, Y/n felt a bit of disappointment at the fact Slash had a girlfriend. But she couldn’t be surprised, he was Slash for god sakes.

And while Slash and Lenny walked to their recording room, Slash turned to Lenny “I really like your friend” “Y/n?” Lenny asked him, “Yea.”

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I feel like this is kinda shit, but let me know what you guys think!! pt2?

[writingforstraykids]

Addicted to you - Chp.2

Pairing: Minchan (mention of Minho x Felix | ot8)

Word Count: 4262

Summary: Listening to previously recorded audio files of Minho makes Chan question his feelings for his younger friend once more. It gets even harder to ignore when Minho joins him and notices. One thing leads to another, and they both deal with Felix almost catching them differently.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, yearning, smut, dom!chan, sub!minho, kissing, jealousy (chan), minor angst (?)

Chp. 1 | Chp. 3

Touch me, yeah I want you to touch me there Make me feel like I am breathing Feel like I am human A little Death - The Neighbourhood

The next day, Chan was working on his laptop in his room, listening to raw audio clips for a new song, filtering out the best parts. When he reached Minho's recordings, his voice sent butterflies down his stomach. Chan couldn't quite pinpoint it, but Minho's execution of the high notes and breath control turned him on. He sighed softly, feeling the heat creep up his neck and lay on his face softly. For a moment, he thought about taking matters into his own hands. But as quickly as the thought came, it left. He couldn't touch himself to Minho's voice…again. A small knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, causing him to flinch at the sound. "Come in," he called out, but did not turn around to see who it was. 

"Hey," Minho's soft voice granted an automatic reaction as Chan whipped his head around to face the young man. "What are you working on?" he asked. 

"I'm going through the audio clips from the last recording session," he told him, and Minho hummed in acknowledgement. "What are you doing?" 

"I'm bored," he confessed with a shrug. "Everyone else is at the studio again. I don't know what to do with my free day," he said, wandering closer. 

Chan's eyes widened as Minho unexpectedly planted himself in his lap. Subconsciously, he shifted a little, hoping he wouldn't be able to feel the growing bulge in his sweatpants. "I'm actually listening to your audio now." 

"Oooh, can I help?" Minho asked confidently. There was something about recording sessions that he loved. The way he learned from each recording and found ways to become a better vocalist really kept Minho motivated to perfect his craft. 

"Sure," Chan swallowed audibly before pressing play on his laptop. He tried to keep his mind occupied as they listened to each recording carefully. 

Minho gently danced along to the melody and listened closely. "My voice sounds a little weird, don't you think?" he asked Chan, brow arching in wonder.

"I think it's brilliant," he told him, shifting a bit beneath him. How was he still hard?

"You do?" he asked and squinted his eyes, poking his lip out slightly. "Sounds a little whiny to me. Almost like an annoying teenager." 

"Like I said, brilliant." Chan told him, and Minho turned to him with wide eyes. Chan bit his lip at the sudden friction to hold back the moan threatening to leave his chest.

"You think that sounds good?" he asked surprised, not yet noticing what was going on underneath him. 

"Yeah." Chan nodded, trying to think of anything that would stop him from getting hard. Minho squirming on top of him didn't help. 

Minho blinked at him softly before searching his eyes observantly. There was something in them that he couldn’t quite place. "You like that, don’t you?" 

"What?" Chan asked, his question not clear. 

"Is that why you're -," Minho swallowed nervously. He could tell Chan was hard the minute he sat on his lap. But he may have just figured out why. "Are you -?" 

"For fucks sake, Min, what are you trying to say?" Chan asked, frustrated. 

Minho squinted his eyes at him and thought for a moment. "You get turned on by my voice, don’t you?" 

"I…I guess so," Chan shrugged, trying to act natural. 

"Huh," he nodded, but a smug smirk started to pull on the corner of his lips. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked nervously. There’s no way he could’ve figured it out.

Chan cleared his throat to try and ease the building tension and Minho was certain now. "Are you getting hard right now listening to my voice?" he asked.

Chan's jaw dropped in surprise, and he shifted once again. The blush resting on his face deepened and he couldn’t help but to gently nudge the younger male off his lap. "I'm really sorry, Min. This is embarrassing." 

Minho snorted softly with a chuckle. "It's fine." 

"No, it's not." he shook his head and buried his face in his hands. "I'm really sorry." 

Minho watched him observantly. "Has that happened before?" 

"Once or twice," he admitted, embarrassed. Chan suddenly felt small, something he wasn’t used to.

Minho also felt a change, a slight dominance peeking out. "Have you jerked off to my voice before?" he asked, the sudden boldness taking over. 

Chan stared up at him through his fingers. "What?" he asked quietly. 

"I won't ask again," he told him and sat down at the edge of his desk, a sharp glare aimed at the older male. 

Chan swallowed hard, and his hands slowly sunk from his face. He nervously spoke, "Wh-what do you mean?" 

"The neediness in my voice turns you on?" he asked, and Chan nodded reluctantly. "Have you touched yourself to my voice recordings before?" 

"What?" he squeaked, the thought alone making him fully hard. Yes, he had done that before, but it had been with a video. It was a fan cam edit of him dancing on stage that popped up on his feed. He didn’t mean to do it, but he just couldn’t help himself. Something about Minho looking so fierce on stage just got to him.

"Chan," Minho sighed and braced himself on the table, leaning forward and getting closer to his face. "You did, didn't you?" 

"Don't make me say it," he softly whined, shaking his head. 

He smirked at the blush burning bright on his cheeks. "Don’t be so embarrassed. We've all touched ourselves before," he said, and Chan groaned softly. 

"Not like that," he said. 

"You wish," he giggled delightedly and ignored Chan's confused look. "What? I know some things…Now that I know something about you, can I tell you something in exchange?" 

He raised an eyebrow. "Okay?" he nodded nervously. 

"I have a toy in my room that I use whenever no one's home," he said, and Chan's eyes widened. 

"You do?" Minho nodded, chewing on his lower lip. "Why only when you're alone?" 

"Because what you heard on the recording is nothing compared to when I use it," he admitted. Now, it was his turn to blush and bite his lip slightly. 

"Wow, I’m never getting that image out of my head." Chan spoke faster than his brain could stop him, and he shut his lips immediately after. 

"Pervert," Minho teased lightheartedly, smirking to himself. 

Chan watched him quietly, pupils darkening as the images flashed through his mind. Minho met his eyes, seemingly curious about his next move. Chan thought about it for a minute, conflicted internally. "I think I should take care of that before the kids get back," he spoke softly.

"Yeah," Minho nodded subconsciously and hopped off the desk. "I'll uh - I'll leave you to it, hyung," he said and quickly left the room, shutting the door with a slightly loud thud. His ears were burning up at the thought of Chan touching himself because of him. He returned to his room and shut the door, resting his back against it with a deep breath. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out the box hidden behind his sweaters. That moment between him and Chan had his whole body craving a release. He put it on his desk and took out his favorite toy and a bottle of lube. No harm in getting some relief right?

But Minho flinched, a tiny gasp leaving his lips and dropping the toy onto his desk as his door flew open. He looked over in shock, meeting Chan's eyes. "What?" he asked quietly as Chan closed the distance between them with a few steps. Chan cupped his face and searched his eyes as if he was asking for approval. "Please, just do it already," Minho whispered, his eyes lowering to look at his lips. 

Chan leaned in and connected their lips forcefully. Minho moaned into his mouth softly and gripped his shirt, his whole body melting against him. Chan wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling him close. He kissed him harshly and ran his hand through his hair, keeping him in place. Minho pushed him towards the bed until the back of Chan's knees hit it, and they fell onto the mattress. 

He straddled his lap and leaned down, kissing him passionately. Minho moaned sweetly as Chan grabbed his ass, squeezing it, and pulled him down to his chest. Chan flipped them over, pinning Minho down, and stared into his eyes. "Show me." The words fell from his lips like a gasp.

"What?" he panted softly, lips red and slightly puffy from their heated kiss. 

"Show me how needy you are when you’re using that toy," he told him, and Minho's lips parted to release a moan. "Please Min, you're killing me." 

Minho reached up, gently touching his cheek. "Get off me then, handsome." 

Chan did as he said and watched as Minho hopped off the bed, getting the toy and lube. 

Minho’s eyes held his gaze as he shoved down his pants and underwear in one quick motion. Chan's lips parted with a soft gasp at the sight of him as soon as he threw his shirt down with the rest of his clothes. "Fuck, you're beautiful." He breathed out.

Minho blushed softly and climbed back onto the bed. "Take off your clothes." Chan quickly discarded his clothes on the floor and sat back against the headboard again. Minho climbed back into his lap and experimentally ground down against him. Chan moaned softly and gripped his waist. "Ready?" he asked him. 

"Ready," Chan nodded eagerly. 

Minho flicked open the bottle of lube and spread it on his fingers, reaching behind himself. For a moment, he couldn't believe what he was about to do, but the hunger in Chan's eyes made all his doubts vanish. No turning back now. They locked eyes as he rubbed his fingers over his entrance, slowly pushing them inside and gently fingering himself. He bit his lower lip as his eyes fluttered close, a moan falling from his lips. 

Chan watched Minho closely, admiring how his lips parted, chest heaving with soft little pants as he opened himself up. He couldn't help himself and grabbed his hips, wanting to feel his skin against his own. Chan leaned forward hesitantly before planting a tiny kiss against his neck. 

Minho hummed softly and tangled his hand into his hair, giving him permission to continue. Their moans were swallowed in the harsh kisses they shared. Not long after, Minho had opened himself up enough. Chan swallowed softly, seeing his fingers covered in lube, and watched him take the toy and cover it in lube. He bit his lip and rested his hands on his waist. Minho rubbed the toy at his entrance, took a deep breath and slid the toy inside of him, a loud moan ripping from his throat. 

Chan's stomach flipped at the sound, eyes widening as Minho slowly started fucking himself with the toy. Minho braced himself on his shoulder, mouth falling open in loud moans. Chan was enchanted by the scene in front of him. His fingertips burned with the need to touch Minho. But he held back until Minho gave him directions. He reached down, wrapping his hand around his cock. He started stroking himself as he took in the sight of Minho on top of him, burning it into his memory. His eyes were closed, lips parted, and tiny sweat beads covered his forehead. 

"Chan," Minho panted, and the sound alone sent shivers down his spine and to his cock.. 

"Yeah?" he asked breathlessly, opening his eyes just enough to see him. 

"The remote," he told him and moaned sweetly, the sound delightful to Chan’s ears. 

Chan fumbled around the mattress until he found it laying beside them and picked it up. In the midst of his struggle, he accidentally turned the vibration on a high setting. Minho cried out his name and gripped his shoulders hard, trying to steady himself. Chan’s breath hitched at the sound, mentally recording it and saving it for later.

"T-turn it down - oh god," Minho begged, and Chan's brain functioned again, quickly turning it off. Minho panted above him before laughing softly. "Fuck, that was too much." 

"I'm sorry." Chan giggled before looking down at the remote. "Can I?" 

Minho searched his eyes. "What?" 

"Can I use this toy on you instead?" he asked curiously, and Minho's lips parted in surprise. 

"That…would be hot." he admitted and tilted his head at him. "On my back?" 

"Yeah." he nodded, and Minho climbed off him, wincing softly as he lay down, the toy still inside of him. Seeing it buried deep inside of him, Chan bit back a moan and climbed up the mattress, hovering over him. "Can I kiss you?" 

"Yeah." Minho nodded gently and hummed softly as Chan's full lips met his own. He buried his hand in his curls, moaning in surprise as Chan started fucking him with the toy. Minho's head fell back into the pillow. 

"Does that feel good?" Chan asked, and Minho nodded quickly, a delicious moan falling from his lips. He gave himself a moment to find the rhythm that made Minho’s toes curl before grabbing the remote and turning the vibrator on a lower setting. 

Minho whimpered and gripped the sheets tightly. The higher Chan turned the vibration, the needier he got and the whinier his moans became. He knew he probably sounded pathetic, but he could only whine Chan's name and beg him for more. 

Chan couldn't take his eyes off him, watching him fall apart beneath him. It was so fucking beautiful, and he never wanted it to end. He stroked himself with his free hand, soft moans slipping from his mouth occasionally. "Fuck, you're hot." he told him, and Minho whined in response. 

"Feels so good," Minho told him, pulling at the sheets as Chan managed to find his prostate while fucking him with the toy. "Right there!" he cried out desperately. 

Chan focused on Minho's pleasure only now, realizing he'd finish too soon if he kept trying to get off. He watched as Minho's back arched, eyes rolling back and thighs trembling. 

He painted their chests with thick ropes of cum and a cry of Chan's name, soon begging him to turn it off again. Minho took a long moment to gather himself, panting heavily before opening his eyes again. Chan stared at him with wide eyes, panting softly. "How's that for being a whiny teenager?" he asked, chuckling once Minho caught his breath. 

"You just made me cum by just looking at you," he told him, and they both blushed heavily. "I guess that answers your question." 

Chan grabbed a towel from the nightstand to clean them both, ears burning up as Minho pulled the toy out with a needy groan. "I think we -." 

The front door closed loudly downstairs, and someone raced up the stairs. Chan's eyes widened in panic, and Minho quickly picked up his clothes, throwing them at him. 

"Bathroom!" he told him quietly, and Chan rushed inside, locking the door. When the door opened, Minho covered himself with his blanket, and Felix strolled inside. 

"Hyung, can we…oh," Felix said, seeing him. 

"Do you ever learn to knock?" Minho asked him, and Felix chuckled softly. 

"Apparently not. Do you?" he asked. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, adjusting the blanket. 

"Will you ever start locking the door when you pleasure yourself?" he asked with a knowing smirk. 

"No one's at home, why would I?" he retorted. 

"Chan is here," he frowned. 

"Chan is taking a nap," he lied smoothly, and Felix nodded gently. Something wasn’t right, but he left it alone for now.

"Well, I guess I'll leave you to it then." he nodded and opened the drawer to his desk, taking out the keys to their room at the company. "Forgot that one." 

"Okay," Minho nodded. 

Felix looked at him for another moment before smiling. "Sometimes I miss that fucked out look on your face." He spoke lowly only for Minho to hear, but someone else was listening in too.

"Felix," Minho warned with a raised eyebrow. 

"What? You know I love how needy you get," he grinned before waving goodbye. 

Minho fell back into the mattress with a soft grunt and rolled his eyes as the door closed behind him. 

Chan stepped out of the bathroom, fully dressed, and stared at him momentarily. The conversation he overheard playing over and over again in his mind. Felix and Minho used to sleep together? Felix was the first person to see Minho like that, touch him the way he craved to touch him. He was also the only person who knew about his crush on Minho. "I, uh, I think I’m going to shower and finish the work I was doing earlier." 

"Okay," he nodded, but frowned softly at his sudden urge to leave. "Uh, shouldn't we talk about this?" 

"What's there to talk about?" he asked, more coldly than he intended. 

Minho's face fell, but he put on a smile quickly. "Right," he nodded and felt his heart break a little. Was that it? Was Minho only meant for Chan to use to let off some steam and pretend nothing happened? He flinched softly as the door closed and he swallowed a lump forming in his throat. He never had been more, not even with Felix. Simply a quick stop at a destination towards someone else. "Fuck," he whispered to himself before going to take a shower. 

~Two days later~

While preparing dinner, Minho didn't dare to look in Chan's direction, unsure of what happened between them. Especially since Chan didn't join him while finishing everything as usual, he tried to ignore it, blaming it on Seungmin, having planted himself on his lap on the sofa. 

Felix made his way over to him. "Hey, Min," he said quietly, and Minho glanced up from the pot of noodles he was currently stirring. 

"Yeah?" he asked. 

"What's up with Chan?" he asked, frowning softly. 

"How do you mean?" 

"He's been ignoring me for two days now," he told him and almost looked a little anxious. "Did I do something wrong?" 

"Uh, no idea." Minho shook his head and glanced at Chan, who was staring at them. "He's not exactly talking to me right now either, Lix." 

Felix frowned softly. "What the fuck is up with him?" he asked frustrated, before glancing at Minho. "Do you need help with anything?" 

"No, I'll be fine." he assured him, gently grabbing his hand, squeezing it and flashing a smile. "You go and enjoy your evening. You've done enough work for today." 

"Okay," Felix nodded, smiling before strolling back to the sofa and planting himself on Changbin's lap. 

Minho didn't glance in Chan’s direction during dinner, staying quiet for most of the evening. Once they were done, he got up and collected all the plates. Chan didn't protest this time, and Minho took his plate, clearly avoiding his gaze. 

"Minho hyung, will you watch a movie with us?" Seungmin asked, setting up the sofa. 

"No, thank you. I'm doing the dishes and then going to bed." he said, putting the plates on the counter. 

"Already?" Jeongin asked, confused. “You never go to bed this ear-”

"I'm tired," Minho said firmly, cutting his sentence short and turning on hot water. He started scrubbing the plates clean, not even acknowledging the water slightly stinging his skin. 

Chan couldn’t stand it anymore, he had to say something. Getting up from the table, he walked over to Minho slowly. "Are you okay?" Chan suddenly asked, stepping next to him. 

"Of course." he said dryly, focused only on the task at hand. 

"Min," he said gently. "Talk to me." 

"There's nothing to talk about, is there?" he spit back and put the plate aside, taking the next one. Realization quickly hit Chan and he opened his mouth to explain himself, but Minho cut him off immediately. "Nothing happened two days ago, Chan. It meant absolutely nothing. You didn't see a thing, and we go on like before." 

"If that's what you want," Chan nodded slowly. 

Minho threw the sponge into the water, staring at him. "No, Chan, that's what you want." he said firmly. 

"Don't act like it meant something to you," he frowned at him. "It's not like you haven't shown anyone else that side of you before." 

"Excuse me?" Minho asked quietly, anger slowly bubbling inside him. 

"You and Felix clearly were a thing. I'm sure he has seen you naked and needy for him too." Chan spoke curtly, and Minho's face fell. "I thought this was something special you hadn't done with anyone else." 

"You have no idea what you're talking about or what Felix meant to me. So don't make me out as some whore," he told him firmly before shaking his head and pushing past him. 

"Min," Chan sighed, trying to reach out to him. 

"Fuck off," he said, loud enough for everyone to hear before walking upstairs. 

Chan rolled his eyes with a sigh, before reaching to finish the dishes. He flinched and contorted his face at the temperature of the water, adding cold water to it. Once he was done, he grabbed two drinks from the fridge and went upstairs, stopping in front of Minho's door. 

Minho got up to open the door as someone knocked. He frowned, seeing Chan leaning against the frame and holding up a bottle. 

"I never said that you were a whore," he told him. 

Minho blinked softly. "Saying I'd get naked and fuck my toy for everyone to see is pretty much the same thing." he told him and snatched the drink from his hand. "I hope you enjoyed the show." he said bitterly and tried closing the door. 

Chan stopped it with his hand, pushed it open, and stepped into the room. He closed the door behind himself very slowly, locking eyes with him. "I did." 

"Great, get the fuck out now," Minho told him and opened his bottle, taking a huge gulp.

"You're right," he told him. 

"About what?" Minho asked impatiently. 

"It didn't mean anything, and I don't want this to come between us," he told him and sat down on Minho's desk. "I don't want things to get weird." 

"Too late for that." he snorted. 

"What happened with Felix?" he asked, and Minho stared at him anxiously. "You two had sex?" 

"Not…like that. I'm - I'm still a virgin," Minho said, and Chan's eyebrows raised in surprise. 

Chan could've sworn Minho was slightly experienced after how confident he seemed. 

"What happened?" 

Minho groaned softly and turned away from him, rubbing his forehead. "He walked in on me once using that stupid thing. He was lonely, I was lonely, and we kissed only a day later. It was a lovely time for a few months, but it wasn't love," he said, looking back at him. "Yes, he saw me naked. Yes, he knows the way that I sound. And yes, he touched me in places others haven’t. But deep down, he was in love with someone else and-," his voice trailed off as he locked eyes with Chan and noticed pity resting in them, swallowing hard. “And so was I.”

“You-,” Chan blinked at him, confused, and couldn’t quite pinpoint the anxious look in his eyes. 

“Listen, I don’t blame you for what happened a couple days ago. It all happened too quickly, and I wasn’t thinking clearly.” he told him and sat down at the edge of his bed, facing Chan. “But I think we need to talk about this and not just pretend it never happened.” 

Chan inhaled deeply and nodded quickly. “I know. That’s on me,” he told him, and Minho nodded gently. “I guess I was confused about what Felix said and…maybe a little jealous.”

Minho huffed softly, looking up at him. “Never thought someone like you had a reason to get jealous.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” Chan chuckled and sipped on his drink.  “I get jealous all the time…especially when it’s you.”

“Sorry?” he asked, chuckling softly and frowned at his unwavering expression. “What do you mean by that?”

“You mean a lot to me, Min. Sometimes I get nervous that I’ll lose you one day, or you’ll find someone who needs your full attention.” he confessed, and Minho blinked at him surprised.

“Hmm,” he nodded. “So the thought of Felix having seen me naked bothered you?”

“A little.” he nodded.

“And what makes you think it wouldn’t bother him knowing you did as well?” Minho tilted his head at him and smirked at Chan’s confused look. “I’m single, and I haven’t committed myself to anyone. So why would I worry about a previous partner getting jealous?”

“Fair point,” Chan nodded gently and sighed softly. “But what if that’s the case?”

“Then you need to figure out why.” he said and met his eyes. 

“I already know why.” Chan told him, and Minho tilted his head softly. 

“Then what’s the issue?” he asked quietly.

“Maybe I’m not brave enough to say it.” Chan gave back just as quietly. 

“Maybe you need another drink.” he smirked, and Chan bit back a laugh. 

“I need a few more to have that type of conversation.” he told him. 

“I have time.” he shrugged gently and jumped up. “I’ll go grab some. Your room?”

“Okay,” he nodded and took a deep breath as Minho left the room. He closed his eyes and tried to calm his racing heart. It was time they talked.

Chp. 1 | Chp. 3

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If nobody has requested a Hyunjin one, maybe something with him being looked after by Minho? I think they have a really cute relationship where they tease each other but really care and are close. I could imagine Hyunjin trying to work through an illness and Minho having to step in and stop him because he’s obvi too sick

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No wanting this time. Just soft Minho and Hyunjin content.

SKZ 4/8

"Hwang Hyunjin! Stand up!" Changbin yelled as he tried to pull off the covers from Hyunjin. 

The dancer only shook his head. "Five more minutes" 

At that Changbin rolled his eyes. "You said that 20 minutes ago!" 

He did? Hyunjin was confused. He can't remember that. To him this is the first time that Changbin tried to wake him up. 

"Move your ass and get ready!" Changbin clearly had enough. He pulled off the cover from Hyunjin and threw it on the ground. Annoyed, the rapper stomped out of the room. Leaving Hyunjin even more confused. 

Why was his Hyung mad at him if he tried to wake him up for the first time? Truth be told it was the third time Changbin walked in and tried to wake him up but Hyunjin always tried to brush him off. Still he isn't ready to stand up. His limbs aching and without his blanket he can't help but shiver but at the same time his hair and short is sweat soaked. He felt so gross but at the same time he just wants to stay in bed and not move an inch. He knew if he did that Changbin would get really angry and there's no way he would risk that. Slowly he tried to It up but somehow it took him five times to even sit up. His arms always giving up under him and the moment he finally sat up on the edge of his bed he couldn't move. The whole room was spinning. Hyunjin buried his face in his hands and took a few deep breaths. Maybe he tried to wake up too fast and now his body needs a bit more time but that wouldn't explain why he is hot and cold at the same time. Hyunjin sighed and slowly stood up. Holding himself up by the wall as he needed a few minutes to finally be able to walk. He took fresh clothes out of his wardrobe and made his way to the bathroom. He needed way too long for a short way like that but he had to stop a few times and the dizzy spells wouldn't let him move without him feeling like falling down. Finally in the bathroom he washed himself up not realizing how much time he spent in there until there was a knock on the door. 

"Hyung! Come out. I need to use the bathroom too." Jisung whined on the other side of the door. 

"Just give me five more minutes. I'm only here for 10 minutes or so." Hyunjin said.

"Thirty minutes so now move your ass or I pee in my pants and I'll let you clean them up!!" Jisung said teasingly but a bit annoyed.  

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. He fixed his hair one more time and then unlocked the door. Jisung immediately sprinted into the bathroom and locked the door behind himself. 

As Hyunjin walked to the kitchen he wondered if he really took that long in the bathroom.

Hyunjin sighed as he sat down not really feeling hungry so he decided against eating anything and rather drinking some coffee. 

Changbin joined him and arched one eyebrow "Don't you wanna eat?" 

Hyunnin only shook his head. 

"At least eat this protein bar, okay?" Changbin offered.

The dancer took it and munched on it. Not having the energy to argue with his Hyung. "Where's Chan Hyung?" Hyunjin asked.

"Oh he left earlier. Wanted to work on a few songs." 

Hyunjin nodded at that. He smiled a bit. The leader is always working so hard. Hyunjin would worry but at the same time it warms his heart about how passionate Chan is about music.

About one hour later they arrived in the studio. They all had vocal practice at first. Jisung and Jeongin went with Chan and Changbin since they had to record a few parts and the others stayed back with the vocal coach. None of them had struggles. Sure they had to be corrected here and there but it was nothing too serious. Even Hyunjin managed rather well even with how he was feeling. By now he had to admit that he feels bad as its not normal to feel dizzy all the time. He's sure he's running a fever too. In the morning he decided on a shirt since he was feeling so hot but right now he hates himself for that decision as he was now shivering and the whole room felt way too cold. Evidence that his fever must be getting higher. Besides that he is in a cold sweat. 

One of the members kept an eye on him. It was Minho. The second oldest knew there was something off about Hyunjin as the younger usually wasn't that quiet. Sure he knows that Hyunjin loves to spend time by himself and rather gets into his own world but he also knows that Hyunjin wouldn't talk that less. Especially not if Felix was in the same room with and tried to talk to him but Hyunjin only gave half hearted answers. To Minho it was obvious there must be something wrong. He decided against saying anything and just watching for now. If it would get out of hand he sure would be there for the younger. 

At dance practice Hyunjin felt even worse. All the moving made him even more dizzy. He also couldn't help but stumble over his feet a few times which annoyed himself. He knew he could do better but he also knew he was feeling too sick for that. By now he was shivering uncontrollable and he could feel how his hair was sticking on his forehead. He felt so gross and he wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed at sleep as his whole body hurt. They were only one hour into practice but to Hyunjin it felt like eight hours. He was so happy as Minho announced a small break. 

Hyunjin sat down on the floor and almost drowned half of his water bottle. He tried to control his breathing. Normally it would take longer for Hyunjin to get out of breath but today wasn't normal. He was running a fever and just felt sick to the bone. Even while sitting on the ground the whole world was spinning and he felt so cold. As if someone was able to read his mind he had a jacket over his shoulders and then there sat someone down beside him.

"You look like you could use it." Minho said.

Hyunjin only hummed. Now it would be a good time to tell someone how he feels but somehow he couldn't find the words. He opened and closed his mouth not knowing how he should word it. Minho took a closer look at the younger. "How do you feel?" He asked. 

"I…I'm not sure." Hyunjin started.

Minho waited patiently.

"I think I have a fever..I really don't feel good." Hyunjin admitted.

Minho hummed and rested one of his hands on Hyunjins forehead. Then on his neck. He sure was warmer than he expected.

"Okay. That's it." Minho said as he stood up. 

Leaving Hyunjin in confusion. He saw how Minho discussed something with Chan but he wasn't sure what it was about. Honestly he didn't care. All Hyunjin cared about was trying to get the dizziness away so that he was able to continue with practice. However that thought was quickly erased as Minho returned with two bags. 

"You're coming home with me." The older said bluntly. 

"Huh?" was all Hyunjin could manage. Too confused with the situation.

Minho arched an eyebrow "As far as I know, hearing loss isn't a symptom of fevers." 

"What?" By now Hyunjin really was confused.

Minho shook his head and helped the younger one up. Very slowly to not trigger the dizziness even more.

"We're both going home. I know the moves and you know them too. It's okay if we miss today's practice. And before you say anything; Chan Hyung insists on you going home. We don't need more sick members." 

Hyunjin only hummed in response. To be honest he was relieved that he could go home. The young dancer pulled Minho's jacket a bit closer around himself. 

As they arrived in the dorm Hyunjin was a bit confused. "We're at your dorm? Why?" 

"You only notice now?" Minho asked, surprised.

Hyunjin hummed and nodded his head yes. 

"Your fever must be really high.." Minho mumbled to himself. 

"Okay come with me" Minho said as he took Hyunjin by the arms and helped him walk to the olders room. Carefully he helped Hyunjin to sit down on the bed. Minho went to hai wardrobe and pulled a Hoodie and sweatpants out. Handing it to Hyunjin. 

"Change yourself and I'll get some things ready, okay?" Minho asked.

Hyunjin nodded. 

The young dancer slowly stripped out of his clothes and changed into the clothes of his Hyung. They smelled like Minho and Hyunjin would lie if this didn't comfort him. Hyunjin laid down in Minhos bed and pulled the blanket over himself. He was still confused as to why Minho took him with him and not just drop Hyunjin off on his shared dorm with 3racha. He wouldn't complain though. To be honest he was glad to have someone by his side as the fever and dizziness was really messing with him.

It didn't take long for Minho to return. He had a few things in his hand. Soup, a thermometer and some medicine. The older sat down beside Hyunjin. 

"I'll take your temperature, okay?" Minho said before slowly putting the thermometer in Hyunjins ear. 

"39,5°C…that's high." Minho sighed. "Okay first you have to eat some soup and then you can have some medicine." 

Hyunjin shook his head. "I'm not hungry.." he mumbled.

"I don't care." Minho took the bowl in his hands and took the spoon. Holding up a spoonful of soup in front of Hyunjins mouth. "Say ahhh"

Hyunjin blushed but opened his mouth anyways. He swallowed the soup and mumbled. "You're an idiot." 

Minho grinned "You can just say that you love me." 

Hyunnin rolled his eyes and let himself be fed by Minho. He's sure he would be teased by Minho the moment he feels better but he kind of liked the attention. 

After eating and swallowing the medicine the two laid down in Minhos bed. 

"Why am I not in my bed though?" Hyunjin finally questioned.

"It's not so loud here. I know you like peace and quiet if you don't feel so great." Minho mumbled the last part. 

Hyunjin smiled softly and rested his head on Minhos shoulder. "Thanks, Hyung." 

[loverontheleft]

Strip Poker (revised)

Original request: ooo I have a suggestion. So what if b is hosting like a poker night or some sort of game night with his guy friends and the reader is bored watching so she pulls up a chair beside him and then starts messing with him under the table and gives him a hand job? Haha sorry if that’s stupid - O DAMN BUT WHAT IF poker turns into (totally consensual, all parties very much cool with it) strip poker which just makes b hot because he knows he’s the only one who actually gets to touch you, his friends might get to look at you, might even fantasize about you, but it’s his bed you’re in, and goddamn if he doesn’t wanna flaunt that fact occasionally

Brendon x reader.

Warnings: language, dirty talk, arguably public sex, voyeurism, sex.

Word count: 3.8k➡️8.6k

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You’ve had a very long day shopping with your sister and her children at the mall, and while you love them, they’ve exhausted you. All you want now is to curl up in Brendon’s arms. He’s wonderful at taking your stress away just with his presence, plus you love his hands on your body. The way he strokes your hair, caresses your waist and holds you close, or just spoons you on your couch makes any tension melt away.

You can picture your evening now: the two of you intertwined on the couch, Sinatra playing in the background, a bottle of wine and whatever he’s made for dinner on the coffee table, and the way his kisses turn more urgent and his whispers more suggestive before he takes you to bed. You can practically feel his soft tongue working between your thighs and his hands all over you; Brendon gets you so hot and desperate for him, but he always delivers.

“Brendon, love, you home?” You enter your home from the garage, drop your purse on the kitchen island, and listen, head cocked to the side. Your gaze shifts; through the kitchen window, you can see that his car is in the circular driveway behind the house, along with several cars belonging to his friends. You can hear a low rumble of chatter from downstairs now, and you remember: Brendon’s hosting a game night in the lounge of your newly remodeled basement.

It’s a huge space; what used to be one massive unfinished area has been renovated into multiple rooms. The stairwell opens into the lounge and game room, which in turn connects to the hallway with its multiple doors: there’s the theater with a fully stocked wet bar and walk-in wine fridge, three guest suites, a soundproofed recording studio and office space, and, behind a double-locked door in the studio, is the only room that isn’t quite done yet—what Brendon playfully calls your sex dungeon.

It’s a dark, luxurious space, and while you both agree you didn’t really need a separate area designated for sex—because you regularly fuck all over the house—it’s still nice to have an ultra-private retreat that’s dedicated to each other’s pleasure. With the walk-in closet’s shelves for toys and accessories installed yesterday, you can finally start unpacking the dozens of packages strewn across the floor and actually organize the space. Brendon insisted on stocking the room with duplicates of all your favorite things, mostly because he didn’t want either of you to be searching for something, only to realize it was two floors away in your bedroom. Nothing, he’d said, would kill the mood more than pausing to walk up, and then back down, two flights of stairs.

The only thing that’s left to add is the furniture; the rope rigging is arriving in the next few days, and the bondage-friendly headboard and frame should be here within a week. Meanwhile, the California king mattress and box spring are on the floor, waiting more patiently than you. You’ve told him that he needs to be stretched and hydrated whenever the bed is officially assembled, because you will be dragging him to it and keeping him there for many orgasms. You’ve been fantasizing about being cuffed to the headboard while Brendon works you over with a paddle, and you know he’s game to act out any scenario you suggest once the bed is ready.

“B,” you call as you head down the stairs, beaming when you find your husband, Spencer, Zack, Jake, and Dallon gathered around the card table in the lounge. Brendon has a deck of cards in hand, and there’s several empty beer bottles on the table.

Brendon’s eyes light up when he sees you. “Hi, sweetness! You’re home!” He beckons you over, but quickly abandons the cards to meet you halfway as you cross the room. He scoops you up as you fling your arms around his neck; his hands curve under your thighs, and he kisses you longingly. You cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist and squealing a little when he moves to settle back in his chair with you in his lap.

“I’ve got you, my love. Don’t worry. So happy my sweet girl’s home,” he murmurs against your lips. You love when he holds you and uses his petnames for you around others; it’s just one of the ways he makes you feel special and brings a little intimacy to everything he does.

Once he’s seated comfortably with you straddling him, he kisses you deeply, his hands framing your face and tongue teasing yours, and you both ignore the reactions of his friends. They’re used to how affectionate you two are, and you’re used to their over-the-top responses. They always tease that you two are shameless, while Brendon always retorts that you’ve got no reason to be ashamed.

When he pulls away now, he strokes a thumb over your cheek tenderly while his eyes meet yours. “Damn, you are so beautiful, sweetheart. You had a good day? It’s late—did you all get lunch out? I’ll make dinner later if you’re not too hungry now. Or we can order in. Whatever you’re feeling. How’s your sister? The kids?”

You fill him in on your day, and he leans over to kiss you again, just as intently. “Sorry to pepper you with all the questions. I missed you today, babydoll. Now that this tour has been announced, I feel like I’ve got to take advantage of every moment I’ve got with you. Love you so much.”

You murmur it back to him, resting your head on his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re all breaking in the game table.” You turn to eye the pile of chips. “Poker?”

“We just now started another game. You want me to deal you in?”

“No, that’s okay; thank you though.” You snuggle in closer. You’d wanted alone time with him, but he’s great at making you feel special even in a crowded room, and you get along well with the guys. It’s a change from your anticipated evening, but not a bad one. And after all, they’ll go home eventually, so you can use this time now to work Brendon into a horny mess—you know he won’t mind. “I’ll just watch for now. You need another beer?” You twist in his lap to glance around the table. “Anyone need one?” The guys look at Brendon, and Brendon shrugs.

“If you’re buying.” He grins and swats your ass when you hop off of his lap, making you shriek with delight as you head for the small kitchen in the corner of the lounge.

“My love, I’ll always ‘buy’ for you.” You crack open the fridge, grab five bottles and return to place them squarely in the center of the table for everyone to grab. “As long as we keep the fridge stocked. But the next round will require a trip to the full bar in the theater, because this fridge is now empty. We should really think about putting a full bar in here too.”

Brendon murmurs that he’ll get the next round and talk to the contractor tomorrow, and then he pulls you down into his lap again, one arm draped over your waist with his other hand holding the cold bottle. You settle back against him happily as he kisses your cheek, but then realize you might be blocking his view. “Will you be able to play with me on top of you? I can pull up a chair,” you offer, and Brendon reluctantly nods.

“That’s probably a good idea,” he sighs. “As much as I love having you on top of me and in my lap, playing will require my full focus. I fear having you on me will draw my attention elsewhere, making me crave a different game—one for just me and my pretty girl.” He nuzzles your neck with this comment while his fingers stroke your waist.

Zack groans under his breath at the innuendo, and you grin, standing to grab another chair and dragging it to Brendon’s side. You might not need to do too much work to get him where you want him; his mind seems to be headed there already. “Oh, we’ll play later, don’t you worry. I’ll try not to be too distracting for now though,” you promise, leaning your head on his shoulder and resting your hand on his thigh.

-||-

“Shit,” Brendon groans, and Spencer chuckles, leaning forward to drag the pile of chips towards him. “I really thought that was a good hand.”

“It was a good hand,” Spencer concedes. “Mine was just better.”

“Fair enough.”

You rub your husband’s upper thigh soothingly. Zack and Dallon both folded in the second round, while Jake and Brendon both pressed onward enthusiastically, only to fall short of Spencer’s straight flush.

“Sweet baby, that feels so good,” Brendon murmurs against your hair as he turns to kiss the top of your head. You smile, slipping your hand up higher, pinky pressing along his zipper. You know he can feel it, because he inhales sharply, coughing to cover it up.

“Just doing my wifely duty to cheer you up,” you reply softly, eyes closed as you move closer and adjust your hand to cup him fully. He knows how much you like to tease, and you know how much he likes you to tease him. “Is it working?”

“Oh baby, you know it is. Alright, Dallon,” he sighs. “Deal.”

-||-

“Read it and weep, boys; read it and weep,” Brendon declares, showing his hand, and the others swear as they realize he’s got a royal flush. “You,” he declares, pulling you in for a long kiss, “are my good luck charm.”

You grin against his mouth. “So now would be a bad time to ask to be dealt in?”

He groans, and you laugh, speaking quickly to reassure him. “I’m just kidding; I’m happy to stay arm candy and your good luck charm.”

He shakes his head with a smile. “You’re so much more than just arm candy or a lucky charm. And you’re more than welcome to play. Double our odds of winning.” You nod, standing to retrieve another round of beers for the table, and you’re considering a glass of wine for yourself.

“Wait,” Brendon protests, standing after you and catching your hand. Your fingers now interlocked, he pulls you close. “I said I’d get the next round.” He seems to read your mind, because he adds, “and I’ll get you a glass of wine, doll. That case of the 2011 Malbec you like so much was delivered earlier. But feel free to walk with me; I love your company, and I’ll need help carrying everything.”

You give him a quizzical look, because you have no idea what wine he’s talking about. Instead of giving any clarification though, Brendon just wraps an arm around your waist as he walks you out of view of the table and down the hall.

In the back of the darkened theater, he grabs you by the hips, lifts you easily up onto the bar counter, presses a quick kiss to your lips, and then whirls around to grab more beer from the fridge. “Don’t move, babydoll. I’ll be right back. Let me just get them their beers first, so they don’t come looking and interrupt us.”

“Interrupt us?”

Instead of replying, Brendon winks at you and disappears back to the lounge where the guys are waiting. When he returns moments later, he moves with purpose towards you and captures your mouth in a deep, heated kiss.

“Thank god this is what you meant,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist and grinding against his growing erection. “Need you, B. Missed you so much today. I fucking need my man. You promise they won’t interrupt?”

His hands are in your hair, his tongue is exploring your mouth, and he groans your name when you scratch at his back longingly, begging for his fingers. “They won’t interrupt if we don’t take too long, so we don’t have much time,” Brendon murmurs, sliding a hand down the front of your leggings. “My best girl, always so damn wet for me.”

“Always,” you whimper, rubbing against his fingers desperately. “God, I’ve needed this so badly. Want to come all over your hand, fuck!”

Brendon nods and curls his fingers, smiling into the kiss when you whine. “That’s it, baby. All over my hand. Grind on your husband’s fingers; let me feel your pussy when you come for me. You gonna come on my fingers, all hot and wet? Wish I could lick and suck your clit, get you coming on my face and tongue, but—shit, you like that? Can feel how wet that made you. Yeah, you love the dirty talk, don’t you? Be my dirty girl and come on my fingers; let me lick them clean. Want to taste my girl.”

He hisses in a blend of pleasure and pain; you’ve dragged your nails down his back and are biting at his lower lip as you come. You’d apologize, but you know he loves the pain. Your thighs are tense around his hand, and you’re trembling from the way Brendon’s got his fingers still curled and flexing. When you finally go limp and are left clinging to him, Brendon slips his hand from your panties and slides two fingers into his mouth. He winks at you playfully as he shows you his tongue twisting around them, and you groan, scratching at his chest.

“That’s not fair,” you whine, making him laugh. “Don’t tease. My underwear is already soaked.”

Brendon raises one eyebrow, but chooses to say nothing as he finishes sucking his fingers clean. Instead, he helps you slide off the bar and holds you close for a long moment. You relish his warmth and the firm pressure of his body against yours; you’re already fantasizing about getting him alone after the guys leave.

He seems to share your thoughts, pressing his lips to your temple and promising you can have him soon. His hips rock forward a little, letting you feel how hard he is for you. “Soon,” he repeats. With that, he adjusts his erection in an attempt to hide it a bit better, ducks into the walk-in wine cellar, grabs a bottle to pour you a large glass of wine, and leads you back to the lounge.

-||-

You eye the pair of cards you’ve been dealt and consider, glancing at the three community cards. “Call,” you finally declare, nodding at Brendon, and he looks at you with interest as your other hand slips over the bulge in his jeans. He pushes more chips into the center for you, and Jake raises his eyebrows.

“Why are you handling all the chips, Brendon? It’s your wife’s bet.”

Brendon grins, saying nothing; his hips rock ever so slightly when you squeeze. “Y’all are probably being gross. We should do a hand check,” Jake muses and calls as well. You wonder if he has any idea of how right he is. They can all almost certainly see your arm disappearing under the table at an angle, clearly reaching toward Brendon’s lap. One thing you don’t miss about touring is the spontaneous ‘hand checks’ the band implements for you two; the ones that inevitably mean Brendon slipping his fingers from you or you releasing his cock during movie nights and any other group activities on the bus where you can get cuddled up together under a blanket. Fortunately, Jake seems to be kidding for now.

Zack calls too before standing to go to the bathroom, and you know now is your chance. Once the toilet flushes, you quickly unzip Brendon’s jeans under cover of the sound. He glances over at you, and you smile innocently, wrapping your hand around his length through his boxers. Brendon’s hips raise ever so slightly; you can tell he’s enjoying your touch.

Spencer deals the final community card, making you laugh merrily. “That’s a little scary,” Dallon comments, and you give him a wide grin. “That’s not helping. Okay; two pairs,” he states, sounding only somewhat confident.

Jake tips his cards. “Three of a kind.”

Zack laughs grimly. “Three of a kind.”

Brendon looks at you, and you look back; your fingers tighten a little, and you raise an eyebrow. He caves. “Flush.”

You smirk, stroking a hand over his cock to ease the blow. “Four of a kind, gentlemen.”

-||-

At Brendon’s nod, Zack has made a trip to the bar and returned with a large bottle of Jack Daniels and a single can of Coke. That round of strong drinks, plus your glass of wine and the men’s multiple beers, means you’re all more than a little tipsy. Brendon is leaning back in his seat; you’ve worked your hand into his boxers and are stroking a little faster. It’s probably the liquor’s influence, but you’re not worried about the rest of them seeing anything. Honestly, they’ve all been on tour with Brendon, which means, even with their hand checks, they’ve seen much dirtier behavior from you two than a handjob under a table.

Jake and Dallon once found the two of you contorted around each other in an empty storage closet, Brendon’s hand down your leggings as he loudly encouraged you to come on his fingers.

You’re positive they also witnessed The Germany Incident, in which Brendon had been laying naked on a green room couch with you, also naked, reclining against his chest in his arms and on his cock. He’d been fucking you with deep, urgent thrusts; you had your head tipped back to rest on his shoulder while he used one hand to tease your breasts and had the other stroking over your clit while he worked his cock into your wet cunt from beneath you.

You can still hear his voice, telling you to use your man, use his cock, come all over it, all over him, just let go, really soak him and the couch. He’d pinched a nipple then with wet fingers, making you squeal and cling to his arms. It only became an ‘Incident’ with a capital ‘I’ because you’d come hard and promptly lost consciousness—you later blamed the intensity of the orgasm, but also sleep deprivation from travel, plus some mild dehydration.

At the time though, Brendon had naturally freaked out when you went limp on top of him after shrieking his name, and—according to Brendon’s recollection of the Incident—Jake and Dallon had been there almost immediately to help get water, ice packs, and whatever else Brendon could think of—before he’d even had a chance to call for help.

When you’d regained consciousness, you were laid out on the couch, still naked but covered in a fleece blanket from the merch table with an ice pack wrapped in a t-shirt on your forehead. Brendon had tugged on sweatpants and was seated on the floor by your head stroking your hair, and Jake and Dallon hovered in the background. For the rest of the tour, neither could look at you without flushing deep red.

In hindsight, Brendon admitted, they’d probably been watching from the cracked doorway that had a direct line of sight to the couch. This had made you laugh; you’d kissed him hard and agreed that seeing you sprawled on top of him, legs spread wide while he fucked you desperately, noisily from underneath almost certainly had something to do with their awkward behavior.

As for Spencer, he'd walked in on Brendon eating you out in a dressing room post-show. You’d dragged your husband back there, begging for his tongue, and he’d dropped to his knees without hesitation. Leaning against the wall and hitching your dress up, you rolled your hips forward; Brendon had taken the invitation readily. The tip of his tongue on your clit with two fingers thrusting and spreading and curling in you had driven you wild.

You hadn’t seen him in six weeks at that point, and you were climbing the walls with desire. He’d been on edge too: you heard the zipper of his pants followed by the urgent sound of his hand stroking over his cock. Your eyes were closed in bliss, one hand cradling his head as he worked his tongue over you, and the other reaching down to spread yourself for him with two fingers.

Your eyes were still squeezed shut as you came with a sharp cry, your hips bucking and back arched off the wall; Brendon, his face still buried in your pussy and tongue moving frantically, let out a desperate groan that told you he’d just come all over his hand. At that exact moment, you heard the door open, followed by a low swear and the door slamming shut again. The only way you and Brendon knew it’d been Spencer was the set of drumsticks on the floor.

You can’t even pick the filthiest moment Zack has witnessed in your relationship. He’s found you both in various and complete states of undress in bus bunks, hotel rooms, showers, dressing rooms, elevators, cars, and, on one memorable occasion, an inflated lifeboat on a friend’s yacht.

Brendon had been on top of you, his swimsuit tugged down in the front just enough to get his cock out, and he’d pulled your bikini bottoms to the side so he could fill you. You can still hear the urgent squeak of the rubber and Brendon panting over you, telling you how badly he needed to feel you come for him. His low groan in your ear after you came and he finally spilled into you is still one of your favorite sounds. You didn’t love hearing Zack swear when he came around the corner and then mutter, “you fucking perverts,” but Brendon laughing in that exhausted, post-orgasm way of his and rolling off of you to bury his face in your neck is always fantastic, no matter the circumstances.

Now though, here in your basement, they all might get a live and up-close viewing of Brendon coming all over your hand. It’s not ideal, but you have no intention of stopping, of leaving your husband throbbing and in need of release. Brendon bites his lip, and you’re not sure if he’s close or if he’s just reacting to the newest community card. His hips are twitching though, and he’s giving you a long look, as if to ask, ‘how?,’ and also, just as important, ‘where?’

These are things you hadn’t considered when you started this little tease. You really can’t make him come like this; he’s wearing a dark shirt, and the way he’s slightly sunken down in his chair means he’d definitely come all over his chest. You’re pretty sure it has to be in your mouth. Not that you mind—you love swallowing for him. It’s just the logistics of your current situation.

You briefly consider dropping your phone and crawling under the table to let him finish in your mouth, but there’s a few problems with that. It would probably take too long, Brendon probably wouldn’t be able to keep silent, he definitely wouldn’t be able to maintain a neutral face, and it would just generally arouse his friends’ suspicions. Although, and you glance around the table, you can get rid of them temporarily by appealing to their stomachs.

“Jake, I got that French onion dip you really liked,” you say, trying to control your voice. “You and Dallon should head upstairs and get it. I’m too tipsy to try the stairs.” They nod and stand, and you smile to yourself.

“Zack,” Brendon mumbles, his eyes locked on yours, “will you show Spencer the list of new tour locations? They’ve added a few since we last talked. The complete schedule is in my office.” Zack gives him a confused look but nods, and he and Spencer head down the hallway to Brendon’s office and studio.

As their footsteps fade, you slip out of your chair and under the table. Brendon shoves his jeans and boxers down his thighs, groaning and coming the moment your mouth closes over him. “Jesus fuck, that’s it; swallow for me, babydoll,” he grunts, both hands in your hair as you suck greedily; your head is bobbing as you take him deeper and swallow happily. “This is exactly what I needed; goddamn, my gorgeous wife sucking my cock—making me come, yes, that’s it, swallow, honey—fuck, you make me come so hard; that’s all for you—my cock is all for you, it’s all fucking yours. God, you’d better believe I’m gonna eat your pussy later til you’re screaming my name; I need to get your sweet cunt all over my face before I fuck you the way you deserve.”

You can feel his hips tense as he finishes—he’s fighting the urge to thrust in between your lips. Normally you’d gladly let him fuck your mouth since that’s a good way for him to get hard again, but you both know you just don’t have the time. The guys could be back any moment.

Instead, Brendon’s petting your hair and breathing hard; you’re still between his legs, tongue softly licking him clean and your hand stroking his length gently when you hear footsteps.

“Shit,” you hiss, pulling off of him. Zack and Spencer come back just as Dallon and Jake come downstairs with bowls of chips and dip. You crawl out from under the table while Brendon tries to catch his breath. His friends stare between you down on your knees and Brendon, with his head tipped back, his eyes closed, face flushed, and his lips slightly parted. In your mind, it’s pretty obvious what’s just happened, but your pride requires an attempt at a coverup. “I dropped my phone,” you offer casually, wiping at your lower lip with your thumb.

“It’s on the table,” Zack points out dryly, and you shrug.

“Whoops. I’m drunker than I thought. Could’ve sworn I dropped it.”

“Where were we?” Brendon asks the question loudly to distract the group, and they settle back in their chairs, picking up their cards. “Spencer, I think it’s your turn to act on this round.”

He folds, and Zack deals the last card. It’s your turn; you fold. Brendon and Jake eye each other. Brendon ultimately folds too, and Jake turns his attention to Zack, who tips his hand. Three of a kind. Jake sighs and shoves the pile of poker chips to Zack before downing the rest of his drink. You stand and grab the bottle of whiskey, refilling the drinks in front of each of you.

-||-

“Dammit,” You swear as Brendon flips the fourth card. “Shouldn’t have folded.”

Brendon grins and eyes you. “You know,” he drawls, “you can get back in. For a price.” You arch an eyebrow, and he laughs. “Piece of clothing…or a truth. No dares when we’re this tipsy.”

Jake leans forward, rubbing his hands. “Strip poker; excellent.”

Zack snorts, while Dallon sits back in his chair and says nothing, but his eyes are bright. Spencer nudges Jake hard and looks between you and Brendon, who shakes his head a little, clearly amused by the silent conversation happening between the guys.

“I’m not opposed,” Spencer finally says. “I just don’t want…anyone to feel uncomfortable.” He’s clearly offering this to you; Dallon and Zack agree. You shrug, telling Brendon he plays dirty while tugging your hair tie out and freeing your ponytail.

He leans over and ruffles your hair affectionately. “You love when we get dirty together, doll. The hair tie will work to get back in for this round, but just know that if you lose…you owe another piece.” He looks at the rest of the group. “Are we doing all losers or just the lowest hand?”

You scoff. “All losers.”

Zack laughs. “You’re feeling confident, aren’t you?” You nod smugly as Brendon flips the fifth card. Spencer doesn’t react, Jake calls, you call, and Dallon and Zack both check. Brendon studies his hand, your face, and the community cards before calling as well.

Dallon and Zack both have two pairs, while Spencer sits comfortably with his three of a kind. Jake reveals his flush and you grin, showing off your full house. Brendon shakes his head with a smile. “Sorry, sweetness.”

He drops his cards to show his four of a kind. “You can take the truth if you want,” he offers casually, and you glance at him.

“Do you want me to take the truth?” You’re pretty sure you know the answer, but Brendon appears to consider the question as he takes a long sip of his drink.

“If you’re comfortable stripping, then I’m comfortable with you stripping.” He looks at you meaningfully as he sets the glass down, and you nod. You knew he’d say that. What’s left unspoken is that he knows his friends won’t be able to keep their eyes off of you; you both know that the possessive part of him loves when others can’t stop staring at you.

You both also know it’s a little backward, but you love knowing that they’ll look at you, think about you, and even want you —yet, ultimately, everyone at this table understands he’s the only one you’ll take to bed; he’s the only one you’ll ever want. You pull your cardigan off, letting it hit the floor.

The other guys are more modest and each sacrifice a sock, and you roll your eyes. “You’re all lame.”

Brendon laughs, leaning back in his seat. “They’re just starting slow because they know it’s gonna get a whole lot worse for them. Like you with that hair tie.” He throws a glance at you. “But someone feels confident—going right for the cardigan, hmmm?”

You nod, accepting the two cards you’re dealt and wait patiently.

-||-

“Take it off, baby!” You giggle, helping Brendon get his shirt off before standing and wriggling out of your tank top to reveal your blue lace push-up bra. If the guys notice Brendon’s jeans are still unzipped and half-open from your interlude under the table, they don’t comment on it.

“I don’t even mind losing, because you’re getting naked with me,” you say, reaching out to stroke his bare chest while he traces a finger over your bra strap.

“Gross,” Zack deadpans, crossing his arms. He’s won this round, while Jake has lost his other sock at this point, Spencer too, and the rest of you are shirtless. Brendon is gazing at you steadily over the edge of his drink, and you wonder what he’s thinking. Fortunately, you don’t have to wait long.

He sets his drink down and turns to Zack. “You’re just jealous,” Brendon tells him with a smile, and Zack grins, shaking his head. “You don’t have to admit it; I already know. Everything my wife brings to the table and she looks like this? Fuck, just look at my girl. We don’t mind you guys looking. How could you resist? She’s fucking gorgeous.”

You stretch and preen under Brendon’s praise, and he watches you hungrily. “Yeah,” you murmur, “you can look all you want—just remember I’m all his.”

Brendon finishes your sentence. “And more importantly, I’m all hers, which makes me the luckiest guy at this table.”

He beckons you into his lap, cupping your face as you straddle him. “I can’t even say I lost this last round when you’re on me like this,” he murmurs while he draws you in for a deep kiss. You return the kiss eagerly, moaning into his mouth when his fingers start caressing your breasts. “Can’t ever lose when I’ve got my girl half-undressed and on top of me, rubbing against my—shit, guys, go get more beer. I need a minute with my wife.”

“Only one minute?” Dallon teases in a slightly strained voice, but Brendon is already kissing you again, one hand working its way into your bra and the other grabbing at your ass to keep you moving on top of him.

“Go away,” you moan, grinding down against Brendon urgently while flinging a hand at Dallon and the rest of them. “Go get beer or something, and then count to three hundred.”

“You heard the lady,” Brendon mumbles, rocking his hips up to press his cock into you. “My wife needs five minutes with me.”

You hear their chairs push back, and you rise up high onto your knees above Brendon’s lap once they’re gone.

“You’ve got me alone for the next five minutes. Now what?”

“Now I make my girl come.”

Brendon slides a hand down the front of your leggings. “Fuck, your panties match this bra, don’t they? Can feel the soft lace; wanna get you out of them with my teeth and then lick your clit until you come on my tongue.”

“We have like four minutes left,” you murmur, rocking back and forth on his hand urgently. “You know I want you to eat me out, but we’re running out of time.”

“Grind on my cock then, babydoll; come on your man, get off from rubbing your wet pussy all over me. God, but what I wouldn’t do to get my cock in your perfect cunt right now and feel you lose control.”

He slips his fingers from you; you’re moaning loudly into the embrace, tugging at his hair, and pressing down onto his cock throbbing under you. It feels so good, but you both know that in order to come the way you both want to come, you need to really ride him. “Need you in me,” you groan, and Brendon nods desperately, telling you to do it, take whatever you need, he’s yours. His jeans are still open from earlier; it’s easy to grasp his cock and pull him free. You consider just shoving your leggings down slightly, but you know you won’t be able to straddle him as long as you’re dressed. Instead, you slide your leggings and underwear off fully.

Finally, you spread your legs over him again and, grabbing his cock to press it against your pussy, you sink down onto him. You gasp, tossing your head back as you take him inside you, whining as you settle in his lap. You can feel every inch of his cock, and it’s creating the perfect amount of pressure. Moving urgently, desperately, you grip his shoulders. “Bren, tell me—”

“Fuck yes; you’re so damn hot. That’s it, ride my cock, you’re my best, dirtiest—”

He’s cut off by Dallon yelling from down the hall that you have two minutes left.

You’re both breathing hard. “Running out of time,” Brendon groans. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock.” Order given, Brendon buries his face in your cleavage, licking and suckling at the exposed skin. You know you both need more, so you abandon his shoulders to shove your bra cups down. Your nipples now exposed, you gasp happily when he closes his mouth over one and starts rolling it with his tongue.

“I’m gonna fucking come,” you whine, grinding down against the base of his cock while he thrusts up into you. “Shit I’m close; right there, give it to me just like—give me your cock, yes, Brendon yes! Fuck me, oh shit, oh fuck I’m—Bren, now!”

He sucks hard at your nipple, and you shriek, tugging his hair and riding out your climax.

“Oh fuck,” you groan, still moving on him as you come back to full awareness. “God, you’re so hard—you gonna come in me, B?”

“Could,” Brendon grunts, gripping your ass with both hands. “Just need—fuck, a little bit more t—”

“Time’s up,” Zack yells, and you both groan. Brendon rests his forehead against yours and lifts you off of his cock. You make a small sound of protest, but you know it’s no use. Brendon gives you a longing look, and you know he’s just as disappointed as you are. You love when your husband makes you come, but you’d always rather come together. “Fix your clothes, you freaks,” Zack adds. “We’re coming back.”

Exhausted, you guide your bra back into place, slide out of Brendon’s lap, and tug your underwear and leggings on. Before you can get both up over your hips, Brendon slips a hand down between your thighs and moans low in the back of his throat. He loves feeling you after you’ve come for him, loves getting you sprawled out in bed so he can explore your body and see all the different reactions he can coax from you post-orgasm. You both know Zack means it though, and you don’t have the time.

Brendon pulls his hand back, you get your clothes back on, and you curl into his side, nuzzling his bare shoulder. He drapes an arm around you, kissing the top of your head affectionately. “To be continued, sweet baby,” Brendon promises in a low voice before sucking his fingers clean.

The guys walk back in, and Brendon gives them a not-entirely-playfully dirty look. “You guys are the worst. Not even a little grace period?”

They pile back into their chairs, and Dallon shrugs. “She came, didn’t she? What else was there to do?”

You roll your eyes and lean on Brendon’s shoulder, fingers grazing over his cock slowly. You love the way he throbs at your touch. “She could’ve gotten her husband off too,” you tell Dallon, who mimes gagging. “He was close, and you all cock-blocked him. But I’ll take care of my man later. Now,” and you direct this at Spencer, “it’s your turn to deal.”

-||-

You glance at the two cards on the table and wait. You don’t really want to fold, but you don’t have a good feeling. Sure enough, you end up with one pair; you sigh, going for the waistband of your leggings. Brendon’s eyes flit between your face and the delta of your thighs, and it dawns on you.

You can feel how wet your lace panties are, which means the guys would probably see how wet you are through them. That’s a little more than you want them to get right now. You make the decision. “I think I’ll opt to answer a question. Does Spencer get to ask it because he won this round?”

Spencer glances around the table, unsure of what to ask. “I yield the floor,” he jokes, and Dallon leans forward to claim the question.

“What were you really doing under the table when we came back downstairs with the snacks? We know you didn’t drop your phone.”

You exchange looks with Brendon, who just grins and shrugs a little. You take it as permission. “Sucking my husband’s cock,” you say casually, and Jake chokes on his drink. Brendon starts laughing, and Dallon points out that Brendon didn’t actually need to come during your five-minute interlude earlier, since you’d already gotten him off.

“I knew it,” Zack says triumphantly, prompting questioning looks from both you and Brendon. “I mean, I suspected. I didn’t know for sure, obviously. Although you did crawl out from under the table, wiping your mouth with that smug smile.”

Brendon keeps laughing and pulls you closer. “I need another, stronger drink,” you tell him, and he nods decisively. “Shots. Tequila, probably,” you add, and he grins, gesturing for everyone to follow him to the bar.

Once in the theater, he situates himself behind the bar, grabbing a selection of shot glasses, a bottle of tequila, and pouring across the glasses.

“Come and get ‘em,” he announces, and everyone reaches for one. The tequila leaves a warm trail down your throat, and you each set your glass down in front of Brendon. “Another?”

When you all nod, he fills them and his own again. You reach for yours, and he shakes his head. “No ma’am,” he says with a teasing finger wag. There’s a longing look in his eyes, and you think you know where his head is at. “You have to earn your second one. Hop up.”

You know exactly what he wants, and you love it. Doing body shots off of each other reminds you of being on tour with him in the early days: sneaking around, fucking in dressing rooms, and generally partying without any care for the consequences. Just as in love, just as wild about each other, but even more uninhibited and reckless in the best ways.

You accept his hand and lay yourself flat out on the bar, smiling up at him. His eyes roam over your body. “Jesus,” he sighs, taking you in with hungry eyes. “You’re so damn pretty, doll. I’m so fucking lucky to be yours.” With that, he reaches for your waist, and you know what’s coming next. If he’s okay with it, you are too. You both like showing off.

Brendon guides your leggings down, revealing your very wet underwear. You glance around the room in amusement. It’s just like being on tour: Zack and Spencer are taking another shot and studying the ceiling, clearly trying not to notice the way your leggings hit the floor, while Jake and Dallon are both openly watching Brendon’s fingers tease your skin.

“Don’t move,” Brendon warns you now, moving the waistband of your underwear down just a little to lick the newly exposed skin between your hip bones.

“Fuck, I love your mouth,” you whisper, squirming. Brendon winks, grabs the salt shaker, and sprinkles the coarse salt onto you, nodding decisively when it sticks to the wet path he’s left with his tongue. You reach down to your side for a lime wedge, placing it between your teeth.

“Don’t shiver and make a mess.” He maintains eye contact with you as he pours the shot onto your stomach.

“Fuck,” you hiss, and his tongue scoops up the salt, his lips suck up the tequila, and his teeth snap at the lime, sucking hard to tug it out of your mouth. Lime sucked and discarded, Brendon’s lips are back on yours, and he’s kissing you desperately. The combined taste of residual tequila and Brendon’s mouth has your head spinning.

“You earned your second shot,” he murmurs, but you’re not interested in just taking the shot.

“Let me take it off you,” you beg, sliding your legs to the side and finding your footing. Brendon grins, tucking your full shot glass into the waistband of his jeans while leaning against the bar.

“Should’ve known my baby would’ve wanted to get her mouth on me.”

“Damn right.” You lick greedily at his collarbone, pour the salt, and pop the lime wedge in his mouth. “You ready?” You hope he is, because you’re ready to make a scene. The two of you perfected the upright body shot during his Vices tour, and even though it’s been a few years, you know you’ve still got it. Even Zack and Spencer are watching you closely now.

Brendon nods, and you run your tongue back over his collarbone before moving down his body, lips closing over the shot glass and pulling it out of his pants, knocking your head back sharply to take the shot. You drop to your knees in front of him and, finally using your hands, set the glass aside. For the last step, you grab his waistband to bring him to his knees too, so you can seize the lime from his mouth.

“Well shit,” Jake breathes, and Brendon laughs, tugging you close and kissing you deeply. He rocks back off his knees and sits, his fingers running through your hair, and you need him.

“More,” you insist, crawling into his lap, rubbing against him. His hard cock is pressing into you through his jeans, and grinding on him in just your underwear is creating amazing friction. “Get your pants off entirely, B. Let me ride you again, get you coming in my hot, wet cu—”

“Audience,” Spencer interrupts, and you groan, pulling your mouth back.

Brendon is breathing hard, eyes dark and locked on you. “I’m gonna kick our audience out so I can fuck you,” he tells you, ignoring the fact that your audience is present and listening. “Poker night is over; I’ll see you guys later,” he mumbles in their direction without breaking his gaze with you, and they head for the stairs.

“Make good choices,” Zack calls, and Brendon flips him off without looking as he kisses you again.

“Once they’re out of here, you’re mine,” he tells you, and you rock your hips against his.

“I’m always yours,” you remind him and he nods, grasping your hair and tilting your head back gently so he can kiss your neck. “Bren, your mouth feels so good, need you to bite my neck while you fill my cunt; give me all your cum,” you moan, admittedly louder than you intended, and Dallon yells back that they’re still in the house. “Whoops,” you giggle, and Brendon grabs your ass, nipping at your skin.

“Bad girl,” he teases in a low voice. “Letting our friends hear you.” Your eyes flutter closed as his lips move over your neck and down to the swell of your breasts in the push-up lace. “They were so damn turned on by you,” he whispers, running a hand up your side to pinch one of your nipples lightly. “Blowing me under the table, sending them away so you could get off on my cock, letting me lick you all over in front of them, watching you drop to your knees for me…fuck babydoll, they’ll never admit it, but they are so hot for you. Their wives and girlfriends are in for such a good fuck when they get home.”

“God, Brendon…you like your friends getting all horny from me?” You’re murmuring this in his ear as you snake a hand down the front of his boxers. He groans, and you grasp his cock, jerking him off slowly with one hand while the other shoves at his jeans. “You like that, B?”

“Yeah, fucking love it. Love letting them see how goddamn sexy you are, letting them see exactly why I’m so fucking wild about you. Letting them see how I’m wrapped around your finger, completely yours—you’re the only one who gets me, and I’m the only one who gets you.” He moves to your mouth and lets his tongue explore before pulling back. “I don’t quite remember when, except that you were in the bathroom— but Jake leaned over and asked how good of a girl you really are.”

You arch an eyebrow in question, and Brendon smirks. “I told them you let me fuck you any and every day, in any and every way I want, and you don’t just let me; you positively beg for it. You say my name so sweetly when you come and then you plead with me to come in you.” While the possessive part of him loves others getting turned on by you, the possessive part of you loves when he brags about your sex life.

His fingers slip down between your bodies, and he groans when he feels how wet you still are. “And you get so damn wet for me; you really want me to fuck you, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whisper urgently, bucking against his fingers. “Give it to me, Brendon. Fingers, tongue, cock. Anything, just give it to me.” He brushes a hand over the side of your face.

“And you beg so nicely too,” he comments, rocking up on his knees a little bit to shove his jeans down further, arm tightening around you so you won’t slip backwards. “Slide your panties to the side, honey, and ride my cock, bounce on it like we love.” You obey, body quaking when he’s fully in you. “That’s my best girl,” he groans quietly, unsnapping your bra as you work yourself along his length. “Love watching your tits move while you take my cock.”

“Brendon, you feel so good,” you whimper, and he bites your earlobe. You love being on top, because you can control the exact pace and angle; you can make sure his cock presses right where you want and guarantee you’ll come hard. Plus, the look on his face is always incredible—you love knowing he’s feeling that good just from having you on him. However, sometimes you really want him to take charge and take you.

“Want you to fuck me, B.” He nods, understanding. He curves over you with a hand pressed to the small of your back so you’re lowered gently to the carpet and he’s above you. Your hips are still twitching against his, and he kisses you hard.

“Let me take care of you.” He grabs one of your thighs and lifts it over his hip so he can fill you at a sharper angle. His hair has fallen into his eyes and he flips it out of the way, fucking you quickly with short, rough strokes. “You feel fucking incredible,” Brendon whispers, closing his eyes for a moment, relishing the way you meet his thrusts.

You’re breathing hard, panting, and your fingers are digging into his shoulders. “Incredible,” you echo, desperate for more. “Make me come,” you tell him, eyes wide. “Rub my clit and make me come.”

“Not yet,” he groans, taking both of your hands and pushing them over your head. He’s leaning over you, forehead to forehead, and you arch to kiss him. It’s sloppy and dirty, your tongues teasing and moving together, but neither of you are complaining. “You know,” he pauses to grunt sharply when you contract around him, “fuck, your sweet cunt—you know I like to come together. But I’m so close, babydoll; give me a few more moments, and I’ll come for you.”

“Brendon, I want you to come in me.” The words are plain, and you’ve said them before because you always get the same result. He gasps, his rhythm faltering. “Come in me, just let go and come inside your wife.”

“Jesus Christ,” he hisses, thumb rubbing your clit gently until you grab his hand and apply more pressure. “Oh god, baby, I’m gonna—”

“Fuck Brendon, I—”

“Fuck, fuck, fu—gonna take it all?”

“Yes, fuck yeah, I need it, gimme that hot cum, oh my god, oh— fuck!”

“You want me to give your pussy all my cum? You want it filling your cunt, a hot, slick reminder of who fucks you best?”

“Oh fu—you fuck me best; oh shit, only ever you—god, Bren, fuck my pussy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yes, give it to me, B, fuck! Right th—oh—!”

“Coming,” Brendon finally gasps in your ear, and you let yourself go with a sharp cry as he comes, fast and hot. The heat spreads through you, and you moan, clutching his back and clenching around him. Your entire body is quivering, and his hips move in little spasms as your pussy milks his climax from him.

“I can’t—Jesus, Brendon. I can’t stop— you’re the only one who—makes me come like—” you kiss him, and he lashes his thumb over your clit. “Again; oh God, oh Brendon, baby, yes, yes, yes!”

“That’s my girl,” he whispers against your lips while you thrash under his touch. “I love watching you come,” he tells you and you tremble, coming down from your high. “You’re so beautiful.”

“The same to you,” you say with a grin, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath while running your hand through his hair. “Love you, Brendon. So much.”

“Love you too, babydoll. So fucking much.” He pulls out of you, groaning your name. “I’m gonna take you upstairs now, and we’re gonna take a hot bath.”

“Mmmmm,” you purr, tracing a finger down his chest. “And then what?”

“Then, tomorrow I’m going to call the contractor to have them add a whirlpool tub to our sex dungeon bathroom so we can clean up and relax there after.”

You raise an eyebrow, and he laughs, gesturing between your bodies. “Want to be able to drag my wife right to the tub after I fill her up with cum and make her soak my cock. Stairs sound miserable.”

“Agreed,” you murmur, clinging to him. “But while you’re on the phone with the—”

“Don’t worry, love,” Brendon whispers against your forehead as he presses a gentle kiss there. “I’ll also mention the full wet bar in the lounge, because that was a great, highly necessary idea. Even if it means we won’t be able to send the guys out of the room or sneak away under the pretense of getting alcohol.”

“No pretense needed. I’ll just tell them I want to ride your dick and I don’t want them to watch, so they need to go amuse themselves in the theatre for ten minutes. As we’ve learned, five isn’t enough.”

Brendon smiles down at you. “My best, dirty girl,” he teases. “So clever. But tonight, after this bath upstairs, I’m going to tease you by licking and sucking every inch of you except your pussy, until you beg for my tongue. And then, I’ll eat you out til you can’t say anything but my name. Once I’ve made you come a few times with my mouth and we’ve made out with the sweet taste of your cunt on my tongue, I’m gonna get you on your hands and knees, so I can give you my cock from behind, just like you like it.”

You whimper, clinging to him and nodding. Brendon strokes a hand over your hair, murmuring, “I know you love feeling me fill you like that, slamming my hips into your ass, working my cock deep into you, rubbing your clit with two fingers and making you lose control.” His soft voice is a contrast to the explicit words, and you love it. “What do you think of my plan, pretty girl?”

“I think you’re the smartest, sexiest, best man I could ever ask for, and I’ll come up with some very explicit ways to thank you for your hard work and generosity.”

“That’s all I ask, babydoll.” Brendon kisses you softly before nuzzling your neck and scooping you up. “Now, let’s head upstairs.”

[sluttywoozi]

A New Rhythm | suga x f!reader x woozi

Yoongi has a soft spot for his protege, Jihoon, but you never thought it would extend to sharing you. Not until he tells you Jihoon is a virgin and asks if you'd like to be the one to change that.

You're not exactly opposed to the idea.

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~7.8k | Pairing: myg x f!reader x ljh | Genre: smut

Warnings: dom!yoongi, virgin!jihoon, mentor!yoongi, yoongi tells jihoon what to do and jihoon listens like the good boy he is (most of the time), mentions of f. masturbation, oral f. rec., spitting, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, piv sex with a condom, restraining, throat holding, piv sex without a condom, oral m. rec., deepthroating, cum swallowing, creampie, plsplspls inbox if i missed anything!

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, same age as yoongi, referred to with fem pronouns/descriptors (she/her, girlfriend), has an iud, wap

You think you’re losing your mind. 

That’s the only possible explanation as to why you’re hovering outside of Yoongi’s home studio at four in the morning, arguing with yourself about whether or not you should knock on the door. 

He’s been in there for hours, didn’t even come to bed last night, which might explain the plethora of dreams you had. They’re what woke you up, and the absence of Yoongi is what brought you out from under the warm covers and into the chilly night air. 

Yoongi’s studio is a small building in your backyard, with no windows and perfect acoustics. He had it built last year, when he finally got tired of going in and out of the city at all hours to work, and he even gave you free reign of the exterior. Now that the garden is blooming and the stones leading to the door have settled into the ground, it really feels like part of your home. 

Or it does in the daylight, anyway. 

You’ve never come out here at night before, because you’ve never had a need to. You know Yoongi will come inside when he’s finished working so you usually leave him to it, usually try not to interrupt him, but tonight, something is different. 

Tonight, you need him. 

Desperately. 

It’s not like he’s neglecting you, it’s just that he’s been working on a personal project so a lot of his time is spent in the studio, and when he finally calls it a day, all he wants to do is eat and collapse into your arms. You can take care of yourself, quite well, in fact, but nothing beats Yoongi’s touch, nothing. 

Every dream you had in your fitful five hours of rest was filled with him; his hands on your body, his mouth between your legs, his cock deep inside of you. It all felt hazy and rose-colored but somehow so real, and when you woke to an empty bed, it was almost heartbreaking. 

And it doesn’t help that it’s been ten days since he last fucked you, not that you’ve been counting…

You’d go back to bed if you could, but you already tried to satisfy your craving for him and all that did was leave you wet and wanting him even more, which is why you only feel a little bit guilty when your hand raises and raps twice on the wood in front of you. 

It takes a few seconds for the door to open, and when it does, your eyes grow wide and your fingers fly to the hem of your nightie, your suddenly freezing legs reminding you just how short it is. 

If it were Yoongi, you wouldn’t care, you’d probably even hike it up a little bit more, but it’s not Yoongi. 

It’s Jihoon, your boyfriend’s protege. 

“Um,” Jihoon starts, his eyes trailing over your exposed body before snapping back up to your face, a flush reddening the skin of his neck and ears. “Yoongi’s in the middle of a recording session so he didn’t hear the door. Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yeah, um, everything’s fine,” you stammer, because what the hell else can you do?

It’s not like you can admit to someone who’s not your boyfriend that you’re dizzy with desire, especially not when that someone is your boyfriend’s adorable mentee. 

Jihoon is barely 27, but he’s been producing since he was in his teens. Yoongi kept an eye on his career for a while and eventually decided to take him under his wing when he noticed he wasn’t advancing in the field like he deserved to be. They’ve been working together for a little under a year now, and Jihoon has become a regular fixture at your house. 

You include him in your meals, in your game nights, and even in your karaoke, though he effortlessly outsings you both every single time. 

But that doesn’t mean you can tell him you’re here because you need to get fucked. 

If Yoongi were the one to answer the door, you wouldn’t have needed to speak, he would have seen that shine to your eyes and known immediately what you needed. You didn’t even know Jihoon was here or you wouldn’t have knocked at all. 

Now here you are staring at each other, Jihoon’s blush traveling down under his collar as you shiver in your nightdress, unable to think of even one viable explanation as to why you’re up at four in the morning. 

“Babe? What are you doing out there? It’s cold as fuck,” Yoongi appears behind Jihoon, his brows furrowed and his gaze bewildered. 

He takes one good look at you and that’s it. He knows. 

You can tell by the smirk that’s quirking one side of his mouth up and the heat that flashes in his tired eyes, the sight of both making you bite your lip and twist your fingers in the hem of your nightie. 

“We’re gonna take a break, Jihoon. Let’s all go up to the house for a bit, yeah?” Yoongi proposes, though you know it was more of an order than an offer. 

You turn mechanically and force one foot in front of the other, trying to ignore the fact that you can feel two sets of eyes on you instead of one.

That’s the theme of the night, apparently, as you find yourself making tea for three, still clad in your pajamas. You would have gone to get a robe but Yoongi caught your hand before you left and asked for some oolong, saying that it’s never as good when he makes it. 

While the tea is steeping, you sit on Yoongi’s right side, Jihoon on his left, and try to keep from squirming at the feeling of the cold wooden chair against your hot center. You didn’t bother to put on underwear, sure that Yoongi would just fuck you right there in his studio, and you’re positive he would have, if Jihoon wasn’t there. 

But he was, he is, and you have no idea what Yoongi’s game is but you know it’s starting to make you feel a bit crazy, like your skin is too tight for your bones and your heart is too big for your chest. 

Then he speaks, and all the blood in your body reaches its boiling point. 

“Jihoon was just telling me that he feels like he can’t write sex into his songs because he’s never had it before. Why don’t we help him out with that?” 

Jihoon collapses into himself, groaning and cursing, his face buried in his arms where they rest on the table, his muscles strained with tension and his skin bright red. 

Yoongi just smiles serenely and looks over to you, raising an eyebrow and lifting his chin like he’s challenging you. 

You can’t respond yet, not with the ringing in your ears and the images in your mind, flashbulb memories of how long Jihoon’s fingers are and how voraciously he eats and, worst of all, how he looks when he comes over straight from the gym, his hair still damp from the shower and his veins still popping from the workout. 

All things you’ve thought about innocuously, no real intention behind them, now given life, meaning, by Yoongi’s words. 

You tilt your head at him, trying to figure out if this is a test, but you don’t see any hint of deception in his eyes. All you see is your boyfriend of four years, wanting to bring someone into the bed you share, wanting to teach someone what it means to give and take pleasure. 

No, not just someone, but Jihoon, specifically.

He has a soft spot for the kid and that’s obvious, but you never expected it to extend to sharing you. 

However, you’re not… opposed… to the idea. 

If anything, you feel yourself get just a bit hotter, just a bit wetter, imagining the both of them in your bedroom. 

You know Yoongi can tell how you’re feeling, you’ve never been able to hide a thing from him, and when that satisfied smile stretches his lips, you give up and give in. 

“What are your rules?” You ask softly, your eyes darting to Jihoon when he snaps his head up and stares at you, wide eyed and open mouthed. 

“He has to wear a condom,” Yoongi says matter-of-factly, before continuing, “Other than that, I have none. What about you?” 

You didn’t expect him to turn the question around on you, but you’re grateful he did. 

“Same as you,” you respond, before looking to Jihoon. “What are your thoughts?” 

He stares at you for a moment, his eyes flicking between you and Yoongi, before he answers, “I - I don’t know. I’m embarrassed, and a little bit annoyed,” he levels a glare at Yoongi. “But I’m… I mean if you’re okay with it, then… then yes, I want this. I’ll wear a condom, I’ll do whatever.” 

Yoongi doesn’t even pretend to care about the tea. 

He just rises from his chair and extends a hand toward you, waiting for you to take it before nodding at Jihoon, expecting you to reach out to him. You hold your hand out and he grasps it, your fingers intertwining as Yoongi pulls you to the stairs. In between them, you carefully move up the steps, feeling somewhat like you’re on your way to the place of no return. 

You know you can stop this at any time, but you fear you won’t want to. 

You fear that once you get a taste of Jihoon, of both of them together, that’s all you’ll want. 

Yoongi must know, he knows everything about you, and if he wasn’t okay with it, he wouldn’t have offered. So when you cross over the threshold and he lets go of your hand to sit in the chair occupying the corner of your room, you know that he must be anticipating that outcome, and you know that he must be alright with it. 

Which makes it easier to turn to Jihoon and cup his cheeks to draw him into a kiss, one that makes him gasp against your lips before he drops a hand to your hip and starts to kiss you back. 

He seems experienced enough at this, you think, his plush mouth soft against yours and his tongue tentative where it brushes along the seam of your lips. You open up for him with ease, swallowing his sounds and responding with your own soft hums to show him you’re comfortable. 

Your tongue glides against his and he moans, sucking at it with gentle pulses that make your core throb, before you pull away and press a hand to his chest to stop him from following you. 

“Let’s move to the bed?” You suggest, perhaps because your knees feel the slightest bit weak but mainly because you’ve been desperate to get Yoongi’s body on top of yours all night. Jihoon isn’t Yoongi, but you think he’ll feel almost as good. 

Jihoon nods, his chest rising and falling as he tries to regulate his breathing, waiting for you to climb up and get comfortable before setting a knee on the covers. 

“Take your clothes off,” Yoongi calls out from the corner. “She probably wants to see you.” 

Jihoon glances over and then looks at you, raising a brow. You shrug shyly and nod, your eyes lowering to his chest as he starts to pull his sweater up. More and more pale skin is revealed, and by the time the fabric clears his head, your gaze is locked on the defining lines of his abdominals. He unties his sweats and pushes them down, stepping out of the cotton and standing before you in just his boxer briefs. 

His dick is hard, pressing against the fabric, but you don’t have long to look before he settles on top of you, his elbows bracketing your head and his knees straddling your thighs. His lips find yours again and soon enough, you’re lost in him. He kisses you so attentively, adjusting to your every move, your every breath. It’s not long before you’re squirming beneath him, wanting for more. 

“You’re gonna eat her out next,” Yoongi instructs, his voice distant but consuming, echoing in your mind like a looped track. 

Jihoon breaks away from you, his eyes heavy lidded and his lips kiss-swollen. He sits back on his knees when you shift up onto your elbows, giving you room to pull your nightie up and off, leaving you bare from head to toe. 

His eyes traverse the whole of your body, lingering on your breasts before they land between your thighs, his stare weighty, nearly tangible on you. The thought that you might be the first woman he’s seen naked in person is a heady one, enough to give you the confidence to slide your legs out from between his and spread them on the bed, showing him exactly what he’ll be working with. 

His breaths come faster as he gazes at you, slowly moving down to lay on his stomach between your legs, his mouth just inches from your pussy when Yoongi says, “Spit on it.”

“What?” Jihoon questions, turning back to stare at Yoongi in confusion, missing the way you squirm at Yoongi’s instruction. 

“You heard me, spit on it. She’s into it.”

“I- No, I’m not gonna fuckin- I’m not spitting on her, that’s ru-”

“Fine, if you won’t, I will,” Yoongi rolls his eyes and rises from his seat, taking a few steps to the bed and pushing at Jihoon’s shoulder when he doesn’t move out of the way.

Yoongi braces his hands on your knees and shoves them further apart, his eyes coasting up your body before they land on yours, a wry smile stretching his lips before he purses them and spits on your pussy. His saliva trails over your clit and down to your entrance, making you gasp and making your cunt clench, your hand shooting down to weave into his hair when he starts to pull back. 

“See? Told you,” he murmurs to Jihoon, grasping your wrist and waiting for you to release his hair before stepping away and returning to his chair in the corner. 

Your eyes find Jihoon, who looks like he’s been struck. He shakes it off and fills the space between your legs again, flat on his belly with a determined glint to his eye. You can feel his breaths as his mouth gets closer and closer to you, before finally, his tongue drags over you from cunt to clit. 

He takes his time learning you, sucking at your folds and dipping into your entrance, never staying in one place for long. He’s making little sounds like he loves the taste of you, the vibrations traveling through your pussy straight to your buzzing brain, straight to the part of you that yearns to be set free. 

You long to sink your fingers into his hair and drag him where you want him, take your pleasure from him like he’s a toy, but you know this is a precarious situation, and you’re not going to be the one that tips it out of balance. 

So you let him explore, let him figure it out on his own, setting aside the fact that you’ve been aching for hours already. This is Jihoon’s first time, you can stand to not be greedy for once in your life. 

Yoongi seems to disagree, telling Jihoon, “Find her clit and suck it, or she’ll never cum.”

You would glare at him for rushing Jihoon, you really would, but then Jihoon listens, his mouth searching until he discovers that bundle of nerves and wraps his lips around it, giving experimental sucks that quickly have your back arching and your toes curling. 

“Y-you can, um, put a fing-,” You try to speak but can’t seem to get the words out, not when Jihoon’s mouth is so soft and wet and his tongue is so agile from years of playing the clarinet, the tip lapping at your clit in between pulses of his lips. 

“Baby, I’ll tell him what to do, you just lay back and enjoy, okay?” Yoongi says in a soothing tone, making your eyes flicker open so you can see him. You know he wants you to answer him so you force your head to move up and down in a nod, melting into the bed when he sends you that indulgent, proud little smile. 

“Jihoon, start with two fingers, she likes to feel full. Palm up,” Yoongi instructs Jihoon, his voice more distant, less affectionate now that he’s not talking to you.

Jihoon’s fingertips glide through your arousal, dipping into your entrance and starting to push inside. You’re still a bit stretched out from taking care of yourself earlier so there’s barely any resistance, his fingers sinking in slowly but surely. 

His tongue stutters against you, a weak groan escaping him as your cunt molds to his digits. You squeeze around them just to hear that sound again, biting back a grin when the next groan is louder. 

“Feels good, doesn’t she? Now imagine that around your cock,” Yoongi smirks smugly, his eyes caught on the blush rising up the back of Jihoon’s neck. “Gotta make her cum first.”

With renewed fervor, Jihoon sucks at your throbbing clit, his fingers twitching inside of you but not moving yet. 

“Now you’re gonna find her g-spot. Curl your fingers and tap until you feel a different texture, you’ll know you’ve got it when she gets wetter.” 

Ever the quick study, Jihoon puts Yoongi’s words to action, his fingers crooking and rubbing along your front wall in search of the patch that can make you gush. He encounters it soon enough, grazing the erogenous zone with his fingertips and tapping into it when you gasp and clench down. 

You do get wetter, just like Yoongi said, and you can’t help but move with Jihoon’s fingers as he starts to slide them in and out, the tips hooking into your sweet spot on every thrust. You should have expected him to have perfect rhythm and lithe, talented fingers just like Yoongi does, because maybe then it wouldn’t be a surprise when you feel the stirrings of heat deep in your belly. 

Would it be embarrassing to cum so soon? Yoongi can get you there in five minutes flat but this is Jihoon, should you try to hold out for longer so he has more time to practice? What if he’s disappointed that you-

“Baby, stop worrying. Just cum when you want to,” Yoongi says softly, and not for the first time, you feel blessed to have a partner who knows you inside and out. 

You don’t need his permission to cum but now that you have it, you can feel your climax building even faster, feel it growing, glowing inside of you as Jihoon moans into your pussy, as if he’s echoing Yoongi’s words. 

That and the flawless grind of his fingertips into your g-spot are what throw you over the edge, darkness eclipsing your vision as you tumble into a pleasure so deep, you can feel it in your bones. 

It races through your bloodstream, electric and razor sharp, setting all of your nerves on edge and stealing every molecule of air in your lungs. You gasp through it, clenching your fingers in the pillow beneath your head so you don’t reach down, tangle them in his hair, and hold him to you until he’s as breathless as you are. 

You think you could cum again if he just keeps his tongue curled around your clit and his fingers digging into your g-spot like this. Hell, you’d probably cum even harder, get even wetter for him, even hotter. 

It’s so close you can almost taste it, but he starts to pull away and you swallow down the cry of protest that rises in your throat, fighting off disappointment that you fear you don’t have a right to. Yoongi likes to go for more than one but Jihoon isn’t Yoongi, and you can’t expect him to behave the same way. 

Yoongi does, evidently, because he says as if it should be obvious, “Keep going.” 

“What? She already-”

“She can cum again, keep going.” 

When Jihoon looks up at you for confirmation, Yoongi heaves a beleaguered sigh and ambles to the bed, placing a knee on the mattress for stability before leaning over Jihoon’s shoulder and gripping the back of his neck, pushing and holding him down. 

Jihoon is more than strong enough to break free if he wants to, which makes it even sweeter when he closes his eyes and dives back into you, one of his hands scooping under your thigh to pull it up onto his shoulder. Now you’re the one holding him down, and Yoongi’s lips stretch in a satisfied smile, like Jihoon has finally done something to be proud of, before he loosens his grasp and returns to his chair. 

You’ve lost some momentum in the seconds without stimulation, but you can’t escape the image of your boyfriend shoving his protege’s face into your cunt and that’s almost enough to get you right back where you were. 

It helps that Jihoon seems to be insatiable now, though whether he’s desperate for you or desperate to prove himself to Yoongi, you don’t know. It doesn’t really matter either way, not with his lips wrapped around your clit and his tongue digging up under the hood to lap directly at the nerves. His fingers join in too, fucking into you harder and faster, beckoning out enough arousal that you can feel it dripping down your perineum. 

The sounds are obscene, the wet suction of his mouth and the squelching of his fingers bringing heat to your cheeks. You wonder if Jihoon can hear or if your thighs are muffling the noises, part of you hoping they are and most of you hoping they aren’t. 

You want him to hear what he’s doing to you, want him to know that he’s pleasing you, that his efforts are appreciated, which is why you finally decide to stop holding back. 

Your hands skate down your body and delve into his hair, pulling his face even deeper into your pussy as you whimper long and loud. “There she is,” Yoongi murmurs, barely audible with your voice ringing in the air. 

Jihoon groans earnestly in response, his hips twitching against the bed and his fingers spasming inside of you before they stop fucking in and out and instead start prodding your g-spot, rubbing and tapping and grinding until you lock down around them, cumming with a gush and a shout. 

He doesn’t stop this time, relentless in the pursuit of pulling every last bit of bliss out of you as if he’s learned his lesson. Yoongi always says that Jihoon takes direction well, and you’re honored to experience the evidence of it yourself. 

Honored and dizzy, if you’re being truthful. 

Your head spins, your pussy growing sensitive and your pleasure growing sharp, almost stinging as he continues to batter your front wall with his fingertips and stab his tongue into your overworked clit. 

“Jihoon,” you whine brokenly, drawing out his name and gripping his hair tighter, unsure of whether you want to push him away or pull him closer. 

“Don’t stop,” Yoongi calls out, but it sounds like he’s underwater, or maybe you are, every noise in the room muted and dull compared to the roaring in your ears, the rushing of your blood in your veins as your heart races in your chest. 

“Maybe you’ll make her-”

Time slows down when Jihoon grunts his assent into you, the vibration just enough to send you spiraling into a euphoria so acute, it brings tears to your eyes. Your vision whites out and you think you scream, and then you’re levitating, no longer on the bed, perhaps not even on the planet anymore. 

When your soul returns to your body and you blink your watery eyes open, the first thing you see is Jihoon. He’s still between your legs but now he’s bright red, his chest heaving as he fights to breathe, your arousal covering him from his cheeks down to his sternum. 

You would feel nervous about his reaction but as soon as your eyes meet his, he’s climbing up over you and pressing his swollen lips to yours, his kiss ravenous and his tongue soaked with you. 

When he pulls away, you’ve got your own essence smeared all over your mouth, and you’re not even startled to feel a familiar hand in your hair. The hand tugs your head to the side and you let your eyes flutter closed, anticipating the swipe of Yoongi’s tongue over your bottom lip. He loves how you taste, even if it’s not directly from the source. 

You can feel Jihoon’s eyes on you as Yoongi licks your face clean, and you wonder if he thinks he’s going to get the same treatment. 

He might, honestly. 

But not tonight, it seems, as Yoongi smacks a kiss onto your lips and lets go of your hair, reaching in the bedside table for the condoms you haven’t used since you got your IUD placed a few months ago. 

“You didn’t blow your load, right?” Yoongi glances at Jihoon, raising an eyebrow teasingly and laughing at the way Jihoon glares and says, “No, I’m still fucking hard, thanks for asking.”

Out of loyalty to your boyfriend, you won’t point out that Yoongi actually did blow his load the first time he ever made you squirt. 

“You still up for it, baby? Not too sore or sleepy?” Yoongi crouches next to you and cups your face, brushing his thumb over the curve of your cheekbone and gazing at you with gentle, patient eyes. 

“I’m still up for it,” you smile peacefully, watching as he hands Jihoon the condom and taking the opportunity to stretch, reaching your arms up above your head and pointing your toes, a soft keening sound leaving you as you relax into the bed again. 

When your eyes find Jihoon and Yoongi, both of them are staring at your tits, a dazed look on their faces that makes them appear even more alike. 

Yoongi snaps out of it first, blinking rapidly and readjusting in the chair, making you notice for the first time just how hard he is. 

You knew he’d have to be into the idea of watching you fuck someone else to propose this in the first place, but you didn’t expect him to be so wrought with desire. You can see it on his face now that you’re really looking at him, the passion in his shadowed eyes and the lustful clench of his jaw giving him away. 

You bite back a smile and turn your gaze to Jihoon just in time to watch as he slides off the bed and pushes his underwear down. His cock pops up then hangs heavily, the head blushed red and the length wrapped in veins. He’s similar in size to Yoongi, maybe a bit thicker and slightly shorter, and you’re relieved to know both that the condom will fit and that he won’t stretch you beyond your limits. 

Finally, you look at his face again, only to find him staring at you, his eyes staying locked with yours as he brings the condom packet up to his mouth and tears it open with his teeth. At first, you think he’s trying (and succeeding) to be sexy, but then you realize his hands are trembling, just a little, just enough to relay the nerves he’s kept hidden. 

“I’ll put it on,” you tell him as you extend a hand and wait for him to drop the condom in your palm, beckoning him forward with your other hand until he climbs back up on the bed and settles on his knees in front of you. 

Slowly, you reach out and take hold of his cock, not reacting to the stilted gasp and muted swear that escapes Jihoon though you want to coo and kiss his cheek, he’s so adorable. You pinch the tip and roll the condom on with ease, ensuring it’s snug at the base before giving his hip a squeeze and laying back. 

He follows you and braces his hands on either side of your head, his eyes heavy lidded and his cheeks flushed as he leans down to kiss you. His cock drags over your thigh before you spread your legs and hitch them up on his hips, one of your hands snaking between your bodies to position him at your entrance. 

Jihoon takes in a deep, shuddering breath before beginning to push forward, his eyelids fluttering and his mouth dropping open as he feels the heat of you around his cock for the first time. The condom is a foreign sensation after all these weeks of taking Yoongi bare, and the fact that it’s Jihoon inside you instead of him is even more odd, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good. 

Because it does, he does, especially when you remember that it’s been ten days since you had anything but a vibrator. Jihoon is warm, and thick, and real, and best of all, he’s holding back whimpers, his eyes closed and his face screwed up in pleasure, his hips jerking into yours in little thrusts like he can’t bear to keep still. 

When he bottoms out, he collapses to his elbows, leaving his chest pressed against yours and his face just inches away, every microscopic change in his expression obvious to you with him so close. 

You can tell he’s steeling himself to pull out, his jaw clenching and his brow furrowing as he draws his hips back slowly, his cock leaving the warm clutch of your pussy until only the head remains. You don’t even think he’s breathing, his cheeks turning red and his face growing pained, like it feels so good, it hurts. 

He slides back in and you make the mistake of squeezing down, and that’s when he stutters, “F-fuck, I can’t- ‘m sorry, I’m gonna fucking-”

His cock jerks and twitches and there’s a muted burst of warmth inside of you, one that’s contained in rubber as he tips into the abyss, his forehead dropping down to rest on your collarbone and his body shaking on top of yours. 

His gasps sound more like sobs, his beautiful, diminutive cries of pleasure making you flutter around him, prolonging his orgasm until he’s hissing through clenched teeth and digging his hips into yours as if in retribution. 

He starts to soften inside of you and you’re content to let him rest and recuperate, but Yoongi has other ideas. 

“Get up,” he commands, making your eyes flick over to him, a glower overtaking your face when he repeats himself. “Jihoon, get up.”

Jihoon reaches down and grips the base of his cock as he withdraws from you, holding the condom in place and cringing when he fully leaves your pussy. He slips the condom off and ties a clumsy knot, tossing it in the waste basket that sits under Yoongi’s bedside table before shuffling off the bed. 

He doesn’t look at you, and you wonder if he’s too embarrassed or if he thinks he’ll be met with disappointment. Maybe both, and Yoongi certainly isn’t helping the situation. You don’t know what he’s playing at, rushing Jihoon like this, being so harsh when Jihoon’s at his most vulnerable, but you don’t care for it. 

“Yoongi,” you murmur lowly, a warning in your voice. 

“Baby, I’m not doing this to be mean. I just want him to learn,” Yoongi placates you, rising from the chair and pointing at it. He waits for Jihoon to take a seat before making his way toward you, gripping the back of his shirt to haul it off as he walks. He sheds his sweats next, his boxers dropping with them, and when you set your eyes on his cock, they almost bulge out of your head. 

You think this is the hardest you’ve ever seen him, his dick a purplish rose and his balls heavy, full. You’re speechless, wide eyed, as he climbs onto the bed and reaches for your legs. He arranges you how he wants, planting his hands on the underside of your thighs and pushing them up against your body until he can get his shoulders under your knees. 

One hand settles next to your head for balance and the other grips his cock, lightly smacking your pussy with it, the weeping head landing right on your swollen clit. You squirm and gasp at the feeling, your entrance clenching around nothing, pushing out more of your arousal to drip down your ass onto the bed. 

He does it again, and again, and again, until you’re whimpering and clawing at him, ready to beg him to just fucking put it in already, and that’s when he guides his cock into place and slides home. 

You and Yoongi moan in unison, yours more high pitched than his though both ring with relief. 

Him and Jihoon don’t feel all that different but Yoongi is familiar, Yoongi is loved, Yoongi is yours,  and that heightens every sensation. He stays buried in you, his gaze locked with yours, possession burning in his eyes like a wildfire. 

You’re sure it’s because he gets to feel you bare and Jihoon doesn’t, and you wonder if he’s staying still for so long because he wants you to remember who you belong with. Then you feel him twitch inside of you and notice the tension on his face, and you know that’s not the case at all. 

It’s that he’s inches away from doing exactly what Jihoon did, except he doesn’t have the excuse of being a virgin. 

Yoongi hasn’t cum early in years, has practically become a paragon of self-control and patience, lasting long enough to get you there twice even when you first did away with the condoms. You’re almost gleeful to discover he’s so close to the edge right now, and you’re about to clamp down around him and push him even closer when his eyes harden and he mutters, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

And you try to listen, you really, really do, but you just can’t help the way your pussy responds to him, especially when he uses that voice on you. 

So truly, it’s not even your fault when your walls swallow around his cock and suck him in deeper, the ragged groan he lets out only making you clench down more. 

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” you whisper faintly, taking a deep breath and attempting to relax your inner muscles as he starts to pull out. “Don’t go,” you whimper, clinging to whatever skin you can reach, one hand wrapping around the wrist next to your head and the other flying down to grasp his hip.

You’re not strong enough to hold him in place, so you know it’s of his own volition when he stops moving, your cunt squeezing around what’s still inside, your whole body begging him not to leave. 

He leans in close and narrows his eyes at you, probably trying to see if you’re playing some kind of trick on him, but you know there’s nothing in your gaze but a frantic wish to keep him inside, to finally feel him fuck you like you’ve needed for the last ten days. 

His face softens into something fond and he murmurs, “Gonna give you what you need, baby.”

Then, with his eyes still on yours, he calls out, “Jihoon, c’mere.”

You hear him padding over to the bed, and you’re sure he’s just as confused as you are at his sudden involvement. Yoongi straightens up, breaking free of your hold and sitting back on his knees before gripping your hips tightly and pulling your ass into his lap, filling you with his cock and making space at the head of the bed in one rough move. 

“Get on the bed, grab her hands,” Yoongi tells Jihoon, his stern voice leaving no room for questioning. 

It seems Jihoon has learned his lesson by now, obeying Yoongi quickly and carefully, sliding into place behind you with his legs spread under your shoulders. His hands reach for yours and you offer them with only a little apprehension, gasping when he lifts your upper body enough for your head to rest on his thigh, your hands held against his toned stomach. 

“Comfy, babe?” Yoongi asks you, waiting for you to nod before drawing his hips back until only the tip rests inside of you. He shoves forward, his pelvis smacking into your ass, a slick squelch sounding when he bottoms out. 

He doesn’t give you any time to get used to it, every thrust that follows just as deep, just as vicious. 

The rhythm of his cock slamming into you overtakes your heartbeat, your cunt throbbing and drooling around him as he rams into you, forcing your wetness out of your pussy and your thoughts out of your head. 

Soon enough, you’re mindless with pleasure and writhing in their laps, arching into and away from the wicked bucking of Yoongi’s hips, his cock plunging into you so fast and so hard, you aren’t sure you’ll survive. 

You can’t stop crying either, whining and blubbering nonsense words intercut with your boyfriend’s name, pleading for him to keep going because you’ll die if he stops but also he might kill you if he doesn’t. 

“You can take it, baby,” Yoongi breathlessly assures you, his eyes lighting up with a devilish idea. “Maybe you just need something to focus on. Turn your head.” 

Maybe he’s right, maybe you do just need to devote what little brain power you have left to something, so you turn your head and there it is, Jihoon’s bright red, rock hard cock. 

With a desirous moan, you lean forward and drag your tongue up the side of his shaft, following one of the veins that winds around his dick like a vine. He chokes out a groan, his hands holding yours tighter when you tilt your head back and whimper, “Jihoon, please, put it in my mouth.”

There are tears streaming down your cheeks as you part your lips, laying your tongue out to entice him more. Yoongi is still fucking you, hasn’t let up for even a second, and you can feel his eyes on you as Jihoon transfers your hands to one of his and grips the base of his dick, pointing it in your direction and slowly feeding it into your mouth. 

The angle is awkward but you can work with it, letting out a garbled ‘thank you’ and consciously relaxing your throat so he can slide deeper inside. 

“That’s my girl, such nice manners,” Yoongi coos with a slight tone of condescension, watching as you swallow around Jihoon’s cock and fight not to choke. 

“Wanna feel something amazing?” Yoongi asks Jihoon, who mutters doubtfully, “Something better than this?” and then he must nod because Yoongi says, “Put your hand on her throat. You can squeeze a little.”

Both of your hands are still gathered up in one of Jihoon’s, and you feel his free hand tentatively wrap around your neck, making you whine around him and clench around Yoongi. 

“Fuck, is that my-” An avid groan cuts him off, his fingers spasming on your throat, though they don’t tighten to the point of pain. 

A trickle of precum slides down your esophagus and you swallow again, your throat working around his thick cock, taking in another inch. You’re almost at the root now, close enough for your chin to brush his balls, and you’re about to get the last little bit inside when Yoongi scoops his hips on a stroke out and grinds right over your g-spot. 

You squeak and jerk between them, your back arching as he starts to aim every single thrust there, battering the patch of nerves until you think you’ll cum just from this, just from his dick inside of you. 

Then you feel his hand work itself between your thighs, his fingers cruel and exacting on your clit, and you have to pull off of Jihoon to gasp for air as an orgasm tears through you like a tornado, your pleasure wild, furious, devastating. 

He doesn’t let up for even a minute, fucking you through it and leaning down over you to sink a hand into your hair, guiding your mouth back to Jihoon’s cock. 

“Make him cum, baby.”

You bury him in your mouth again, nuzzling down until your nose brushes his skin and his cock fills your throat. He twitches and leaks, and you just know he’s close, but you don’t have the right angle to bob your head up and down, to give him any friction. All you can do is swallow and moan plaintively and hope it’ll be enough to carry him over the edge. 

Your teary eyes flicker up and lock with his, and that’s what does it. His face crumples and a strangled moan forces its way out of his mouth as his cum shoots down your throat, his cock twitching, pulsing, throbbing between your lips. His grasp on your hands is so tight, it almost hurts, but the fingers on your neck never grip harder, never constrict to the point of suffocation. 

Your throat convulses around him and he pulls out with a wounded sound, probably too sensitive to stay in the wet heat of your mouth any longer. His hand pets your neck and glides up to your face, wiping your tears away and cupping your cheek as Yoongi’s fingers start to swirl between your legs again. 

You don’t know if you have another release left in you, but if you do, Yoongi will draw it out, and he’ll do it with a smile on his face. He’s mean that way, but so nice too, and now that all you have to focus on is the feeling of him surging in and out of you, the spark of painful bliss is familiar. 

It reminds you that you’ve survived him before, and that this time won’t be any different even if you don’t feel like the same person after. 

Yoongi fucks you like he’s remaking you in the shape of him, like he wants to take you down to your nuts and bolts then build you back up in a new form, one that bears his signature. It’s raw and rough and filthy, but beautiful too, which is always how he leaves you feeling when he’s had his way with you. 

That’s the last thought you have before he sweeps all of them up and away with one final circle of his fingers on your sensitive, swollen clit. 

Euphoria and agony battle within you, your climax excruciating but rapturous, sending you into a spiral of warring sensations that have you near delirious until finally, finally, finally, Yoongi lets himself break. 

You whimper at the feeling of his cock hardening and twitching in your spent pussy but his cum flowing into you is a balm, soaking your delicate, tender walls with a warm wash of white. You breathe through the sting of overstimulation, your eyes watering again and your body shuddering between Jihoon and Yoongi. 

Sometimes Yoongi stays inside after but you think he can tell you’re too wrung out, so he carefully slides out of you and lowers your legs from his shoulders, his palms gliding up and down your thighs in a soothing manner. 

“Jihoon,” he says softly, his eyes still on you. “Go through that door and grab a washcloth from the closet, the softest one you can find. Get it wet with some warm water and bring it here.”

Jihoon is quick to follow Yoongi’s instruction, supporting your neck as he slips out from under you and brushing a thumb over your cheekbone before he leaves. 

You hear the opening and closing of a door, then running water, then the quiet padding of feet on hardwoods. Your eyes have fluttered closed but you’re not surprised when you feel gentle hands cleaning you up, dabbing the washcloth between your legs, mindful of your sensitivity. 

They fly open when you hear Yoongi say, “You can stay in the guestroom, if you want. It’s clean and ready for you.”

“You can stay in the guestroom, Jihoon is staying right here,” you assert, reaching blindly for him and clinging to his hand when you find it. 

The time after losing your virginity can be fraught with emotion, and you’re not going to make Jihoon go through that alone. You also happen to feel unbearably fond of him now, and you’re itching to give him the affection he deserves after listening to Yoongi so well. 

Yoongi just holds his hands up in surrender, muttering, “You’re middle spoon, then.”

As if that’s some kind of hardship. 

Yoongi pulls two pairs of pajamas and a big t-shirt out of his drawer, passing one set over to Jihoon before walking over to you and carefully pulling the t-shirt over your head. He reaches into the arm holes and pulls your arms through like you can’t do it yourself, and you’d tease him if you didn’t feel so exhausted, you could pass out. 

You have to get up so Yoongi can strip the comforter off the bed, and instead of putting it in the wash like he should, he just tosses it to the floor and grabs the backup from the closet. He waits for you to get under the sheets before throwing it over you, letting it float down to cover the bed and climbing in behind you. 

Clothed in his borrowed pajamas, Jihoon awkwardly hovers by the side of the bed, looking unsure. You turn down his side of the comforter and reach a tired hand out, sighing contentedly when he blushes, smiles, and slides in, snuggling up against you. 

Yoongi’s arm wraps around your waist and yours wraps around Jihoon’s, and the three of you sink into sleep easily, comfortably, warmly, even as the sun rises and seeps through the edges of your blackout curtains. 

They’re making breakfast together and chatting about music when you limp downstairs, fresh out of the shower and starving out of your mind. You wonder if it will be awkward, but then Yoongi presses a kiss to your cheek and raises a brow at Jihoon, clapping him on the shoulder when he does the same, and that's how you know things will be just fine.

AN: would not exist without @bbychocolat jokingly saying "woozi yoongi threesome" and the help of @highvern @whipped-for-kpop-fics @wooahaeproductions and @daechwitatamic! thank you all for sharing your yoongi expertise and holding my hand throughout this journey (and it was a journey)

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EXCEPTION

A/N: just a little blurb about a concept i reblogged the other day, some daily fluff

WORD COUNT: 1k

SUMMARY: Harry had a long day and enough of everyone. Everyone, except you.

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To say that Harry feels exhausted is an understatement. His day started at five in the morning, he had to be at a photoshoot by six thirty and they wrapped at noon. Then he hurried over to the studio for a quick session and even did a radio interview on the phone between two recordings. Now it’s past eight as he finally arrives at his home, his eyes are bloodshot and droopy, his body is aching to just relax and melt into his mattress and he is done with dealing with people for the day. He’s had enough for today.

When he keys himself into the house, some gentle music flows into his ears and the smell of something with garlic in it lingers around the foyer and a familiar, warm feeling wraps around his chest when he hears a certain, kind of out of tune humming coming from the kitchen. Suddenly, he is not done with everyone for the day.

You are always his exception. 

He kicks the door shut and just when he is pulling his shoes off to put it away he hears excited footsteps approaching him. You come into his sight wearing an old pair of cotton shorts and a top, holding a fork in one hand, some kind of saucy pasta wrapped around it while you hold the other hand underneath it so it doesn’t drip onto the floor.

“Try this!” you beam without as much as saying hi and hold the fork up to his mouth. Harry pushes down a smile and opens his mouth, taking the bite you’re offering him. 

The taste of the creamy garlic sauce melts onto his tongue, the pasta is perfectly cooked and he can taste the extra cheese you put on top of it, knowing how much he loves cheese. 

“How is it?” you ask, the excited shimmer in your eyes alone making him smile like a mad man. You’re so beautiful, no makeup, your hair is kind of a mess, but he loves it like that, you have stains on your top from cooking and there’s a thin layer of sweat glistening on your forehead probably from standing by the stove, but Harry still thinks you’re the most gorgeous creature he has ever seen in his life. 

“S’good. Very tasty,” he hums, swallowing the bite before leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet welcome kiss.

“Great, it’s a new recipe I wanted to try,” you smile proudly before heading back into the kitchen, Harry following you right behind. 

The kitchen island is like a warzone and the sink is full of dirty dishes, you’ve never been the best at keeping the kitchen clean while cooking, but Harry never cared, because you always cleaned up after yourself once you were done. Or other times, he just simply did it for you, wanting to spend time with you while you were making dinner. 

As you stand by the stove and give the pasta one last stir, he can’t help but gravitate towards you, pressing his chest against your back, his arms curling around your waist from behind before he leans down and kisses your cheek a few times. 

“Missed you,” he murmurs into your hair, watching you turn the stove off and wipe your hands in a kitchen towel. All day, he found himself thinking about you from time to time, wondering what you’re doing, how your day is going or if you miss him too. Even after three years of dating and one year of living together, he is still just as much into you as he was the day he met you.

“Missed you too, Handsome. How was your day?” you ask, turning around in his embrace so you can wrap your arms around his neck, placing a soft kiss into the corner of his mouth.

“Long and tiring,” he huffs.

“Hungry?”

“Always.”

“Let’s have dinner, then a nice shower and we can just go to bed early,” you suggest, pushing his curls out of his forehead.

“I hope you meant the shower together,” he grins cheekily.

“Of course, we’re saving water, right?” you smirk with a wink. You like to say that’s the reason why you share a shower more often than not, but it’s not really the case when the water is running while he fucks you against the shower wall. This is not where your environmentally friendly behavior starts.

You have dinner together, Harry opens a nice bottle of wine and you talk about anything and everything, then he helps you clean up the mess in the kitchen before the two of you move to the bathroom. Knowing how tiring his day was, you drop to your knees and give him a good old blowjob to help him let some steam out. Harry is eager to return the favor, but you assure him you’d rather have some fun in the morning, after he’s had some sleep.

You pat yourself on the shoulder for changing the sheets this morning, so now when you finally fall to bed it smells so fresh and comforting, you cocoon yourself in the sheets, tangled together with Harry, for a change he is the one wrapped around you, his head laid on your chest, he is listening to your steady heartbeat while you play with his curls and massage his scalp. 

“You’re the exception,” he murmurs, half asleep. 

“What do you mean?” you ask. Harry lifts his head just enough so that he can look in your eyes.

“When I think I’m done with everyone and had enough, you’re the exception. I can’t get enough of you.”

His words touch you deeply, there were times when you were afraid you were too much, that no one would accept you as you are and your partner would eventually have enough and ditch you. But it’s never been the case with Harry. He always goes out of his way to make you feel wanted and loved and most importantly, accepted. 

“I hope you’ll say that in ten and twenty years too,” you joke around, but your eyes tear up a bit at his words. 

“Ten, twenty, fifty, I’ll feel the same way forever, baby,” he smiles before pushing himself up so his lips can meet yours. 

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The Taste of It

Thomas x fem reader

Word count: 8.6k

Smut prompt #27 I'm so wet.

Today the studio was booked by Maneskin again, which means you’d get to see Thomas. You’d get to listen to him play bluesy or hard rock guitar riffs and attempt to hide how much it turned you on. You’d get to stare at him until he felt your eyes on him and looked back. You’d get to hold eye contact in a way that made the whole room uncomfortable.

During every moment it was appropriate, you’d speak to each other in hushed voices, biting your lip so you didn’t smile too wide. He’d stand really close and you’d feel small next to him, and feverish under his direct attention. Thomas would flirt with you in front of everyone, quietly and with such sweetness. He knew that a spectacle would jeopardize your job with the producers you were supposed to be assisting. And he’d do so without ever looking at his phone, except for the moment he added your contact.

Thomas would work at a frenzied pace right before lunch, that way he could find an excuse to go fetch the orders with you. At first he played indecisive, then curious about the local restaurants. After a few days the excuses became about you: there was a band that he just had to show you or vice versa, and to be fair he often did. Now, not even two weeks into a seven week recording stint, Thomas had given up the excuses altogether. Everyone knew the routine, and gave him shit for it: he’d disappear with you for 45 minutes in the middle of the day and return with lunch.

Your coworkers didn’t start teasing until Thomas began staying later than everyone else, during the time when you’d clean up the studio for the morning’s clients. You’d talk, getting to know one another and finding an ever growing list of shared interests and experiences. Conversations which would be continued for hours afterwards, via text. At first it really irked you, the whistles and crude remarks about “no glove no love,” but that same evening Thomas helped you clean the bathroom so he’d have a couple extra minutes together, and any fucks you gave went out the window.

“I really want to play you something.”

“Yeah, okay,” you beamed, unlocking the booth and flipping on the light. Technically, you weren’t supposed to be in here by yourself, future platinum records and multi-million dollar equipment considered. However, they’d given you a key and no conduct within a recording studio is ever strictly legal. Turning on the soundboard, you did feel like this was something risky and forbidden, but for entirely different reasons. You and Thomas would be in a soundproofed studio alone, in an empty building. If there was ever a moment to act on this stifling sexual tension, it was now.

You spent the evening seated on layers of rugs that hadn’t been washed since the 70’s. When you made a comment about how grubby the floor was, Thomas had you sit on his coat.

“It’s fine, really! I shouldn’t have worn a skirt, this way I’ll remember next time,” you protest. Thomas gets settled, guitar over his leg, pick in hand, but he looks at you instead of playing. God, he has nice hands. And really nice fingers: long, elegant, skilled, probably very dexterous.

“Isn’t it better?”

“Huh?” you ask, entirely distracted. He follows your gaze and you know you’ve been caught by the way the left side of his mouth curls upwards. If Thomas knows you’re fantasizing about his hands, then he knows about the other thoughts dirtying your mind and that's a position far too revealing.

“Isn’t it better not to have to sit on the floor, though?” he repeats.

“Uh, yeah,” you reply dumbly.

“Then you’ll sit on my coat,” he concludes with soft finality. So you do sit, but sideways on your hip so a wet spot isn’t left on the polyester lining from the seat of your underwear. Thomas puts his pick in his mouth, and plays with his hands. A classy woman would be able to admire his musicianship, but you’re horny and want to climb him like a tree. What's even better, or perhaps more tortuous, is that his sweeping glances indicate that he feels the same. The anticipatory chemistry between you is so electrifying that it makes you feel alive in a new way.

Very quickly, it becomes apparent that Thomas is aware of his own sexuality. He has a quiet confidence in place of showmanship, moves with his music in the same caliber of motion and intensity. Every once in a while he looks up while playing a particularly Jimmy Page-esque chord, like the guitar is moaning in pleasure that Thomas is so intentionally applying. He rocks back and forth with the rhythm, lips parting as he focuses. Was he supposed to be showing you a song idea? His new favorite guitar melody? You’re lost as Thomas plays, in him more so than in the music. At some point you begin mirroring him, by complete accident, swaying back and forth in time.

When Thomas stops finger picking it's like a spell being broken. You feel yourself surface from the groove of his music, which has moved from melodic to soulful to sensual. He stands up, retrieving a slide he’d left on top of an amp. When he turns back around you see a realization flash across his face.

“Or maybe you’d like to sit somewhere else?” he asks, quickly. Like on your lap? How are you going to play guitar then? “There has to be another chair here somewhere.”

“It’s totally fine! I put them all away.” As has the devil with my soul, apparently.

“Well I could sit on the floor, too?” The rate with which Thomas has gone from rock god to conscientious gentleman is endlessly endearing.

“Oh no, I really don’t mind, Tommy.” In fact, you think the universe has granted you a reprieve until Thomas starts playing New Orleans blues. He uses his index and middle finger to yank on the strings, manipulating the sound by manually bending them to his will. It's worse than holding the pick between his beautiful lips. Everytime he accentuates a chord this way, you fantasize about his firm hands gripping you, and where else he could curl his strong, lengthy fingers.

“So, what do you think?” In all honesty you haven’t had a complete thought in the last half an hour.

“I think, um…I think it's good.” Thomas misinterprets your response with a frown.

“You hate it,” he guesses.

“No, no that’s not it at all! God, fuck, um –” Drawing a complete blank for an excuse, you’re left with no option but to tell the truth. Plus, you know the attraction is mutual, and someone has to take this a step further.

“It’s just that you’re really sexy,” you confess. That particular adjective slips without your permission. Why not hot or cute? As soon as the words have been spoken you hide your blushing face behind your hands.

“Oh, fuck. Um, sorry, that was super unprofessional,” you grimace, letting the hair fall in front of your face as you move your hands.

“When I found out you were into guitar players, I realized I must have done something very charitable in a past life.” You meet his eyes, trying to think of which co-worker would have made that comment. Not one that knew you well, since you’d dated all types of musicians.

“It’s not guitar players specifically,” you answer, feeling coy. Flirtatiously, you allow yourself a languide glance at Thomas’ open shirt and smattering of chest hair.

“Well then I must be really lucky, because you’re exquisite.” Exquisite. You’d been called beautiful, hot, and cute before, but the descriptors ended there. What the fuck does a person say to match exquisite? It seems that no words are necessary, your blush is validation enough. Thomas’ lips part to reveal an adorable smile. Everything about him is kind,and that’s so attractive. Despite what the media portrays, plenty of women aren’t into hard-bodied masculinity.

“I, um, well fuck,” you giggle, hands returning to your face out of a nervous habit.

“Don’t hide your smile,” he coaxes. “It’s like sunshine.” You drop your hands, carefully committing him to memory. His soulful, downturned eyes, his cute button nose that was actually quintessentially Italian from his side profile. Leave it to Thomas to have both of your favorite, but mutually exclusive, facial features. Those shapely lips that would fit so well against your own, his stubble, dark eyelashes, and soft jawline, all framed by a grown out shag.

“Sorry, I couldn’t come up with something better. My English still isn’t good enough to give beautiful women porper compliments.” The fact that he referred to you as a woman instead of a girl already won his points.

“Don’t worry, the accent is plenty effective,” you grinned. Thomas chuckled, bashful, turning the guitar pick over in his fingers.

“I’m glad I have something going for me.”

“Oh, you have plenty going for you,” you quip, confidently. This playful banter eventually leads to you playing something for him, much to Thomas’ excitement.

“You play?”

“Yes, I play! I firmly believe that any decent producer should be able to tinker around with instruments.” Thomas’ expression is so flattering that you get flustered, and find an excuse to listen to him strum the guitar again. You’re both on the floor now. The squeaks from the strings as Thomas moves his hand up along the fretboard are louder than the chords. Eventually he gives up and curses.

“Fuck, I don’t have that part down, yet.” He shakes his head and lays the guitar on the ground. You slide it away so there's nothing between the two of you but air and apprehension. After you finish moving the guitar out of the way, you look back up at Thomas. If there was anytime to kiss him, it was now, but you couldn’t figure out a segway. He hadn’t actually touched you beside a hand on the small of your back a couple times. Just catapulting yourself at him would be awkward and not explicitly welcome.

So you looked down at his hands, and felt the sexual tension in your cunt. His black nail polish was chipped and grown out, and there was a scrap from changing his own strings. Internally, you were screaming at him to move, so do something. You inched your hand towards his jean-clad knee, but stopped just short of touching. In term, he lay his hand on your knee over your thin tights. You could feel its warmth, its weight, and wished that he had reached under your skirt instead of below the hemline.

In return, you slide your hand onto his midthigh, not quite high enough to touch the erection you assumed he was sporting. You begin to lift your head, then realize Thomas is also bent over, watching all these tiny chances you barely have the courage to take. Looking down upon your hesitant hands is almost like looking down into a doll house. It's a miniature, controlled representation of all the things you’d like to do with your bodies, but lack the faculties to. Or, in this case, the courage. In this tiny simulation mistakes could be made without dire consequences and could be easily amended.

That's why Thomas’ hand sliding up your leg, under your skirt, was like toppling an entire play scene. Now that every character in this mini-theatre was indisposed, you were forced to engage with real life. You pressed your forehead to his and looked up. Thomas’ hand found the end of your hosiery, which you guess he hadn’t expected by the way he froze.

“Tommy,” you whispered. He met your eyes, and you leaned in to kiss him, tilting your chin to the side. He met you halfway, sort of nuzzling before your lips met. It was such an adoring way to kiss someone that you lifted a hand to the back of Thomas’ head, keeping him there to draw out the kiss. He seemed in no hurry to pull away either, slowly, sensually taking the time to mold his mouth to yours. Instead of a peck, he found the perfect way your mouths fit together and savored it for a moment.

Your lips made an obnoxious sound as they parted, but were silent as they met again in another slow, sultry kiss. You finally let your eyes fall shut, and laced your fingers through Thomas’ hair. The hand on his leg felt awkward and you tried to figure out what to do with it as Thomas’ pressed his tongue into your mouth, one band cupping your jaw, the other squeezing the meat of your thigh. You should have struggled to catch your breath, but this had been such a long time coming that the kiss was relaxing, and natural in a way none of your other interactions had been. This was the first time neither had held back.

You kissed in the same way, and it made everything run smoothly. Maintaining a rhythm once you’d found it in was usually challenging, but with a bit of focus, you and Thomas seemed to always be on the same page. His mouth tasted good. The knowledge that his saliva was brought against your tongue with every caress aroused you an uncomfortable amount. Your panties were cold and sticky against your skin.

You used the hand on Thomas' thigh to push yourself upright, making it easier to engage in the kiss instead of just receiving it. He seemed to like this very much and moaned into your mouth, which put you in a state of frenzy, halfway falling on Thomas as you tried to pull him closer. His nose bumped against your cheek, and he kissed like he was very aware of this, constantly readjusting. The amount of thought process that was being allocated away from your embrace bothered you. So, you took Thomas’ face in both hands, kissing him hard, passionately, unbothered by the bridge of his nose against your cheek bone. He let out another moan, of both surprise and appreciation, then pulled away slightly, breaking for air.

“Holy fucking shit,” he gasped, cheeks flushed, as was the tip of his nose, like it was chilly outside. You tried for words, but ended up dissolving into happy giggles. Seeing your joy, he chuckled along.

“So we know that works,” you conclude, allocating one hand to fan yourself, suddenly enduring a hot flash.

“Uh, yeah. That definitely works.” Thomas takes a moment to readjust, sitting against an amp, but still keeping his fingertips on the bare skin of your thigh. Every perceptible touch made your pussy throb, and you wanted to buck your hips until his hand was in the proper place.

“C’mere,” he invited, patting his lap. You grinned like a fool and swung a leg over, sitting on his midthigh. Something about Thomas coaxing you to sit on his lap then gripping you firmly had a whine of protest ripping from the back of your throat. Protesting what exactly, wasn’t clear. A lack of action? An excess of arousal? All you new is that you were going to take off these underwear and stuff them in your purse before you drove home because this was fucking uncomftorable.

You resumed kissing, glancing at each other's lips before surging towards each other. It was actually a little too forceful and you worried about Thomas’ nose, but he seemed unbothered. You used this opportunity to run your hands through Thomas’ hair. It was finer than you expected, but just as soft. After a long day in the studio, it was hard not to catch on tangles, so you spoke into the kiss.

“How do you like to be touched?” He kissed you once more before processing your question and stilling. Just barely, you could feel his cock twitch against your leg. Even though your lips were touching it wasn’t a kiss. Thomas was panting erratically into your mouth.

“I um,” gasp, “I like most things.” The hand that slid between your shoulder blades a few moments ago was progressively finding its way downwards. Currently Thomas was gripping just above your waist tightly, keeping you close as he attempted to form a thought. He looked to his left, unable to function under your amous gaze.

“I like having my ears touched.”

“Okay…” You nodded encouragingly and brought a hand to trace the shell of his ear. Once his ear lobe was between your fingers, you pulled on it gently, and this caused his eyelids to flutter closed.

“I don’t…I don’t know,” he huffed.

“Well what would you like to do right now?” you prodded.

“Anything. Everything. Nothing. Whatever you want.” You hummed in agreement, putting both your hands around Thomas neck, and scooting up.

“Whatever I want. I like the sound of that,” you tease, resuming the kiss. Thomas' mouth is more firm against yours, increasing in vigor. If it weren’t for your own enthusiasm the force would have your neck craning back. You rise to the challenge, kissing him passionately, pressing your chest to his. Instead of sitting back on your heels, you straddle Thomas’ groin, resting your weight forward on his hard cock. As the kiss slows, becomes deeper, you rock up and down on his lap in rhythm, just as you had while he played. You can feel your nipples rubbing against his chest through your blouse and bralette.

“Are you even wearing anything under this!?” he exclaims, hand sliding upward and finding a lack of shorts underneath.

“Why don’t you keep going and find out?” Instead of waiting for stimulation, you very purposefully rub your pussy against the zipper of his jeans, neglecting the kiss in order to find a pleasurable motion. A wide-eyed Thomas brings his hand under your skirt, up to your ass. Exchanging pecks on the lips, you nod your head encouragingly. When Thomas reaches your skimpy underwear you both stop breathing. He pauses, rubbing the fabric between his fingers, unsure of how to proceed.

“Mhm,” you prompt, nodding again, foreheads pressed together. It takes everything not to guide his hand between your legs, but that would be a bit too forward for a first sexual interaction. His hand slides under the waistband of your panties and he feels the curve of your hip, traces the skin where thigh meets groin. You keep nodding, and the arm around your ribs falls to your hips, like he's trying to adjust your position. Problem is you've never hooked up before so you have no idea what goal he’s trying to achieve.

“Mhm, mhm,” you confirm, nodding a bit too enthusiastically. He’s trying to pull you towards him somehow and as much as you’re trying to go with Thomas, he’s not being decisive enough with his movements. You lose your patience.

“What do you want me to do?” you snap. His eyes go wide for a second in surprise.

“I find it's easier if you just, just lean into me a bit. Because I’m so tall.” You lean forward, holding your weight except for the arms wrapped around his neck. It feels wrong and the tentative flutter of his hands confirms this.

“Just…relax. Like, I’ve got you. Just –” You give Thomas your weight, resting your head on his shoulder, like a hug. “Yeah, exactly, okay.” He rubs your flank reassuringly with both hands, and starts to work his way towards your cunt again. He traces the waist of your panties, then rubs the crook of your thigh. You think he’s finally going to touch your pussy, at least over the underwear, and he doesn’t. Is he teasing me or does he think I still need warming up? Thomas torturing you the frist time he gets in your pants sounds out of character, you decide.

“How’s –”

“I’m so wet,” you confess, burning face pressed into his shoulder. “Please, just do something, now. Like, I –” Thomas pushes a hand down the front of your panties, and rubs over your pussy on the way to inserting a finger into your opening. It's exactly what you wanted. That place inside you, begging for touch, begging for pressure, begging for intrusion is satiated, and you let out a whine that turns into a mewl. You know Thomas can see your toes curl.

He works the one finger all the way in and you’re trying not to pull his hair, but fuck you’ve spent $85 on a dildo that didn’t reach this far. You bite down on the fabric of his shirt as a gag, resisting the urge to let out an avalanche of pathetic whines.

“More?” You nod furiously, and Thomas begins massaging your hymen with his middle finger. “This okay?”

“Just force it,” you beg. You partially expect him to pause, or act scandalized, or refuse, but Thomas has more experience than you give him credit for. He’s been with enough women to understand the desire to feel your body pried open when it's gone untouched for too long. So he does exactly what you ask: no prep, he pushes the second finger inside.

Your body has decided that curling your toes is no longer an adequate expression of sensation, now you’re kicking the dusty rug with the top of your foot. You let out a moan so Thomas doesn’t have to discern if this is pain or pleasure. He starts by thrusting his fingers, then tries curling them. Both get a strong reaction out of you while rocking back on his hand like you’re riding it. You’re wondering which one he’ll decide on when he speaks.

“A third?”

“I, uh…” Two felt plenty full, but the sensation of three fingers was glorious if you could take it.

“When was the last time someone fucked you properly?”

“Um, I guess…” You couldn’t come up with a decisive answer. “It’s been a bit.” You sat up as you spoke, feeling awkward having a conversation into Thomas’ shirt. “Why, is it obvious?” Thomas started making come hither motions, while his thumb searched for your clit. You let out a sigh, leaning your forehead against his as your eyelids fell closed.

“You can barely take two fingers, but you wanted them without foreplay? Then a third? I couldn’t give that to you if I wanted to.”

“Oh.” You felt absolutely mortified at coming off so desperate.

“Hey! Hey, I do want to, for the record. I want to give you everything that feels good.” Perfect timing, his thumb found your clitorous, and you were keening forward once again.

“Tommy,” you rasped.

“And I fucking love that you call me Tommy. No one calls me Tommy, so don’t pretend that you didn’t know what you were doing, either.” He says these words into your hair,  leaning closer. He starts thrusting his fingers in and out at a decent pace. Not your ideal pace, but this was the first time after all.

“Wait,” your murmur, reaching down to hold his wrist still. You bounce at the speed you’d like, letting him get acquainted. When you let go he keeps pace, and the depth has you letting out an open mouthed groan, eyes closed tightly in appreciation.

“There you go,” he encourages in that thick Italian accent. You kiss him messily for a minute, but realize that this isn’t enough to make you cum. When you open your eyes his lips are glistening, and his brow furrowed in concentration.

“Can I touch you?” Your hand slides up his leg, waiting for permission.

“Yeah, uh, fuck,” he pants, hand faltering. “I don’t think I can –” receive and give effectively at the same time.

“That's okay,” you offer, sitting back a bit. You make quick work of his belt buckle and the buttons. After spitting in your hand crudely, you shove your hand inside his boxers, attempting to find a good grip. The hand between your legs settles on lazily rubbing your clit, as Thomas’ head falls back against the amp. You start with full strokes then switch to focusing on the sensitive half of his cock, trying to see which he likes more. He doesn’t seem to have a preference until you increase the tightness of your hold, sliding over the head of his cock and thumbing at his slit.This earns you an unexpected amount of pre-cum and he lets out the first real moan, which lands like a wave of heat that settles in your groin.

You can actually see the tension leave his body as Thomas slumps against the amp. His hips buck in sensitivity, and you have to use your body weight to pin down his thighs. The restriction from the elastic waistband of his boxers is annoying, so you pull them down to reveal his cock. It’s a handsome cock, rosey and veering slightly to the right. He’s cut, which you didn’t expect from a European man. Thomas’ pubic hair is denser and lighter in color than you’d imagined, but it's in proportion to his substantial shaft. How people fit so much in skin-tight pants would never cease to amaze you.

His reaction to your touch is anything but casual. Thomas is highly reactive and tightly wound. How long had it been since he was fucked properly? His cock twitches whenever you firmly massage the ridge at the base of the head. It seems that he’s never really resting his weight on the floor, always carrying it in his body. You lean forward and lick his exposed adam’s apple. The resulting prornographic noise makes you thankful that this room is locked and sound proofed.

With the crown of his head resting on the edge of the amp, you trace the shell of his ear then suck his earlobe, grazing it with your teeth. Unexpectedly, his head snaps up, eyes half lidded with arousal, plush lips parted. Thomas roughly grabs you and kisses you with so much passion it's disarming. Thomas molds the flesh of your thigh with one hand and uses the other to lightly slap your ass, exposed in your skimpy underwear.

“I don’t wanna stop,” you mumble into his mouth. He gives you one final kiss as punctuation before meeting your eyes.

“I have a condom in my bag. Um…” he looks around trying to locate it, gently pushing you from his lap. “Fuck, where is it?” Thomas gets up, tucking himself back into his pants with a comical amount of effort.

“Don’t worry about it, we’re just taking them off again.”

“I can’t walk about with my dick out!” he counters, finally buttoning his fly. You get up and follow him to the mixing room, giggling while scanning the various shelves.

“This is so fucking embaressing, I’m so sorry,” he apologizes crouching down next to the couch.

“I’m more worried about you losing, erm, interest,” you insinuate. Thomas looks back at you, smirking.

“I can promise you that any interest lost, can easily be perked back up again.” The light reflects off of something on a stack of amps directly behind him. You then realize it is the polished leather handle of Thomas’ bag.

“Over here!”

“Thank god!” he groans, head thrown back. As Thomas unzips a side pocket he mutters rapid fire Italian curse words under his breath.

“Okay,” he sighs, holding up the condom between his index and middle finger like a cigarette, smiling. You give him your best come hither look. Thomas gets to be the one to reinitiate physical contact.

“What are you doing all the way over there again?” he teases cheerfully, taking a step in your direction.

“Waiting for you to come get me.” Thomas’ chest heaves under this shirt, which is now halfway unbuttoned, even though you don’t remember undressing him. He crowds you against a stack of Fender amplifiers. You find yourself wobbling on the tips of your toes, trying to compensate for the height difference and meet his lips. Instead of a stabilizing hand on your waist, Thomas reached both hands under the hem of your skirt, cupping the crease where thigh becomes buttock. You barely have the presence of mind to help him by jumping before you’re being hauled off the ground.

His mouth is on yours before the hold is even steady. Thomas is letting you set the pace with both his hands now occupied. His hair gets in your mouths, so you open your eyes and admire his beauty as you pull his golden locks from the kiss. It doesn’t even seem to register, he’s just happy to have you held tightly against him. This passionate embrace had been a long time coming.

Using your height advantage, you push your tongue into Thomas’ mouth while also wrapping your legs around him. The meeting of these two entities is hesitant, even gentle. Brute force was never pleasant when it came to French kissing, and his ability to be delicate and measured made your excitement uncomfortably tangible. It was an arousing juxtaposition to the way you’d wrapped yourself around him, squeezing tightly. His fingers dug into the softest part of your body and you try not to be self conscious of the fact that he’s supporting your weight. Even though this is your first time, there's a sense of safety in Thomas’ arms. Being held like this evokes the same warm satiation as being cuddled.

Breaking away, you sloppily kiss the corner of Thomas’ mouth and across his cheek, making your way back to his ear. He sort of kisses you sideways, trying to follow your mouth until he realizes that's not the intent. Something else endearing, as if there weren’t enough already. Instead of resuming your attention to the shell of his ear, you very slowly insert your tongue into his canal, its wet warmth stimulating every hyper-sensitive follicle. Thomas shivers and pushes you up against the mixing room’s external door, which rattles on its hinges. The taste is bitter, but the ferocity with which he now grips your thighs makes it worth it.

Thomas devolves into rutting against you while grunting and you practically climb him. The zipper of his jeans rubbing against your groin was probably doing more for you than it was him. You pull his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging just a little bit before letting go and allowing him to return the gesture. His mouth feels so much better than it looks, pillowy and rounded. Wanting to get a better sense of them, you lick up the hill of his bottom lip, down into the seam where they meet, and back up over his top lip and onto his cupid's bow. Thomas' eyes fall closed as you do this, so you kiss the tip of his nose and up the bridge, ending between his eyebrows where he gets a line when a riff is evading him. His entire face relaxes, and the knowledge that Thomas likes having his face kissed burns between your legs. Only then do you remember the goal of finding a functional horizontal surface.

“We need, we need somewhere,” you pant. Thomas sets you on top of an amp, and pulls your shirt off. Before the fabric has hit the floor, you’re working on the clasp of your bra. Thomas audibly gasps as you fling it to the side, which is very flattering.

“Your nipples are so pretty.” His hand comes up to cup your breast, tracing over the mauve bud with a feather light touch that makes you shiver in delight. The rough callous on his thumb barely makes contact with your extremely sensitive nipple, and yet it's almost too much sensation. You are pushing your breasts towards him without choosing to do so consciously. Thomas grabs you around the middle, and pulls your chest towards his face, sucking the other nipple into his mouth with severity. This time you’re the one moaning, fingernails scratching at the textured surface of the amplifier.

When Thomas drops to his knees you know you’re done for. The optimist in you assumes he’ll be great at giving oral. The realist knows that men are very rarely this proficient and you’ll have to pretend to enjoy it for an appropriate amount of time before moving on to better things. Most people don’t enjoy going down on someone, they just feel obligated, and that's what you would be. If Thomas ate you out, you’d be obligated.

“Hey, it's okay, you already warmed me up.”

“I know, I was there” he winks, pulling you to the edge. “And you don’t have to blow me, I’m not expecting that.” The surprise must show on your face because Thomas breaks out in a laugh. “Damn, you’ve had some really bad sex.”

“I can neither confirm nor deny,” you counter. “But, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Thomas sits back on his heels with a huff, trying to read your features. He seems to settle on something before speaking.

“Remember when you wore that red plaid skirt a couple days ago?” Ah yes, your tennis skirt, an article of clothing made to reduce the most pious of men to sex demons. You’d worn it to get Thomas’ attention.

“Mhm,” you nod coyly.

“And remember that chair I was in, and you sat on the arm for a while? You were really close to me and you smelled lovely.”

“You like my perfume?” Smell was a huge part of attraction, so this was a positive. You loved the way Thomas smelled.

“Um, sure…yeah.” He seemed taken aback. “It’s nice, but I really prefer your natural smell. It’s so sexy to me.” He put lots of emphasis on the word “natural,” patting your thigh a couple times. Thomas implored you to understand with his expression, but you were lost.

“But, I always wear perfume.”

“Right, but I could smell you this time. Now that I know how little you wear under your skirts that makes sense.” He gestures to your groin. “Especially considering how close you” cue confusing emphasis “were to me. But, maybe that was on purpose,” he smirks, tilting his head to the side.

“Well, I smell the same today,” you chirp. Thomas looks bewildered.

“I don’t think you can control that. It has more to do with you, um –” he gesticulates as though the words should be forthcoming.

“It’s an essential oil, jasmine. I used it today as well.”

“I’m not talking about your perfume, y/n. I’m talking about how you smell.” He chuckles good naturedly, and rests his forehead on your knee for a moment in exasperation. “You’ve smelled yourself before, no?” If not perfume, then what, body odor? That did not smell lovely. And what did your skirt have to do with, oh my god.

“No!” you howled, hands coming up to cover your face. “I thought only girls could smell their own, y’know.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” he chuckled. “Has no one complimented you on this before? Americans are such prudes.” You immediately close your legs as tightly as possible, to which Thomas makes a noise of disagreement.

“I’m gonna start wearing liners, and shorts, and –”

“It’s natural, it’s supposed to be there, dear god!” Thomas laughs, and your face is so hot with mortification that you feel feverish.

“This whole time,” you groaned, remembering every occasion you’d worn a skirt, thinking this scent was only perceptible to you.

“I can’t imagine anyone complaining, it's quite pleasant.” You let out a whine of shame, shaking your head, face still covered by your palms. “It's just pheromones, relax! We never have to acknowledge it again. I just brought it up because now that I know how you smell, I’d really like to know how you taste.” Having a man tell you that he liked the scent of your cunt so much that he wanted to eat you out was either the hottest or most disgusting thing ever. Maybe it was both.

“Mm-mm,” you shook your head. Thomas pushed up your skirt to reveal your underwear and your pussy throbbed. He pulled your hands from your face, looking at you for permission to continue. You nodded your head, unsure how far your self consciousness would let you go. Instead of trying to pry your thighs apart, Thomas pressed his face into your lap. To prove a point, he breathed in deep and hummed in satisfaction. His nose nudged your clitorous, which caused you to kick the side of the amp so hard you hissed in pain.

“You’re gross.” Thomas rests one cheek on your thigh, his free hand stroking your flank.

“Sure am.” He didn’t take it as an insult, which somehow made the whole situation more erotic. You relaxed your legs, not quite parting them, but allowing them to be parted.

“Maybe we do this on the floor, so you don’t break anything,” Thomas suggested. He kissed your inner thigh before unbuttoning his shirt, still kneeling. You waited for his direction, as he shed the layer, and bunched it up in his hand.

“C’mon.” He pulled you from the amplifier and back into the studio where his leather jacket lay on the ground, and you were hit by a scandalous realization.

“You! Were you trying to – your jacket, having me sit on it! Were you, were you, um –”

“Actually I was just trying to be a gentleman, but the thought did cross my mind.” He winked, before laying his shirt out below his jacket so you’d have something to rest on. You sat down on the makeshift bed as he smoothed out the material.

“Your poor shirt,” you comment, leaning back on your elbows with Thomas knelt at your knees.

“A worthwhile sacrifice.” He smiled with just the left side of his mouth before returning his attention elsewhere. “Open your legs, leprotta.”

“What does that mean?” Thomas thought for a moment about the translation.

“Bunny.”

“Jesus christ,” you sighed, laying flat on your back, looking at the ceiling. There were various exposed cords and a dubiously engineered lighting system. The snap of your skirt’s clasp and the sound of the zipper seemed to echo in the otherwise perfectly silent room. In your mind, you beg Thomas to hurry up before the anticipation kills you, but in reality your lips are pursed to fight back a dismal whine.

The fabric tickles where it brushes your legs, causing every hair to stand up. Thomas crouches down and you look up to find his expression expectant. Under his lustful gaze, you open your legs a generous amount. For a panicky moment you forget which underwear you have on and can’t remember if they’re stained. Thomas seems totally enraptured, smiling faintly with both hands coming to grip your thighs.

“You’ve soaked all the way through,” he admires. You let out a humiliated groan, head lulling back and eyes tightly closed. In darkness, your other senses become the conveyors of information. You expect Thomas to take off your underwear next, but he doesn’t. He kisses your pussy over the fabric on the wet spot. Then he nuzzles against you, nose coming in contact with your clit. You whine at the sensation, lifting your hips so he can take off the final garment and touch your properly. Thomas has no such mercy. Tongue firm, he licks the seat of your panties, using his face to apply glorious pressure.

“If you make me cum in my underwear I swear to – uh, ahh, Tommy!” He interrupts you by firmy lapping at the seat of your panties, until the entire strip of fabric is wet. He then pushes it to the side with his tongue and finally licks your pussy.

“Please, please take them off!” you beg, and he does, pulling your ruined panties down to your ankle. You haphazardly kick your underwear off in a random direction and Thoams presses his face to your bare cunt, unyielding. Just the direct pressure and warmth of his skin is heavenly. He moans and the vibrations are felt on and inside you. After a few seconds of trial and error, his nose is pressed to your clit again as the hot muscle of his tongue invades your pussy. He’s so exact with his movements, so active in his ministrations.

When your eyes finally open again you see the mop of his dirty blond hair and nothing else solidly between your thighs. Without thinking, you grab his shag in your hands to keep him close, maintain stimulation. A more logical y/n would remember that Thomas needed to breathe, but you were close and he was damn good at this.

“Tommy, tommy, tommy,” you whine, each repetition in increasing pitch until you're damn near squeaking his name. He nodded against your body in understanding and the new stimulation caused your heel to pound against the studio floor. Thomas noticed this and started rocking his face against you. In fact, his whole body was in motion and you realized that Thomas was rutting against the carpet, so turned on by the way you tasted that he was getting himself off.

Your feet began to pound against the floor, body so wrought with pleasure that you needed some externalization of the sensation. Usually, with men, you carefully orchestrated reactions to flatter them, but with Thomas it felt as if you would explode if you didn’t move. You ended up rocking against his face too, and it was as if he was fucking you, but with his tongue as the chosen appendage. He managed to keep rhythm, making obscene slurping noises as your aroused discharge became more plentiful with your impending orgasam.

“Close,” you cried out and Thomas moaned again and kept moaning. It was what got you off, and he continued through your orgasam, so much so you were worried he had finished. Fighting for air, you felt a tug where you held Thomas’ hair, and realized he was likely suffocating between your thighs.

“Oh shit, sorry,” you gasped, breaking out in a sweat. His face was red when he pulled away from your pussy, but he was beaming. “Shit, I suffocated you didn’t I?” To breathless to verbalize, Thomas simply laughed as he sat up.

“Can’t believe – ugh” he gave up speaking and focused on breathing for a moment. “Can’t believe I had to convince you to do that.” There were red hand prints where he’d gripped your thighs, and you traced their outline, enraptured.

“Oh, sorry. Shit, I –”

“Don’t apologize, I like them.” Thomas surged forward to kiss you, but you stopped him with your hand before his lips made contact.

“Ah! I don’t care how much you like it, wipe your mouth off!” Thomas wiped his face on the back of his hand and looked up, eyebrow raised. You scrunch your nose up in nearly concealed disgust and he laughed.

“Shut up and get over here,” he said, affectionately. You couldn't help but smile as your mouths reunited. While half your attention was focused on the kiss, the other half was focused on getting Thomas naked and on top of you. Getting him out of his pants wasn’t too difficult, pulling him on top of you was easy enough, but he was still catching his breath. The kiss became totally open-mouthed, panting as your tongues met.

“Let me do some of the work now,” you volunteered, getting out from under him. “Lay back.” Thomas seemed happy to rest and enjoy the view. You worked his jeans the rest of the way off, and tried to remember where you’d put the condom. Thomas saw you scanning the room and guessed.

“It’s in my pant’s pocket.” You fished the wrapper out of his jeans, carefully tearing it open. Best to assume this was your one chance and not waste it. You carefully rolled it on, and even that contact was enough to have Thomas’ eyes rolling back in his head. Already, you were excited to make him cum, watch him totally relax and give into your body. He seemed so ready, cheeks pink and his chest quickly flushing the same color.

“Can I ride you?” Out of habit you stroke his cock a couple times to get him completely erect, but Thomas is already there.

“Fuck yeah,” he guaffed. You straddle him, getting a hold on the base of his shaft. Hopefully the fingering wasn’t too long ago and this would be easy. Luckily it felt like his cock was lubed up when you sank down on it. You wondered how much of this was you and how much of it was his saliva.

“So, how was it?” Thomas doesn’t need any elaboration, but he does lick his lips crudely.

“You’re delicious, leprotta.” His hands rest at his sides, allowing you to integrate him at your own pace with no pressure. It's very considerate, but you want Thomas to grab you with a ferocity that borders on pain.

When you’re totally seated on his cock, you experimentally rub your clit on Thomas’ pubic bone, wiggling your hips. He gets his feet under him, the crook of his knee at a 90 degree angle, hips still resting on the ground. It pitches you forward and you catch yourself with your hands planted on the carpet just above his shoulders. You’re trying to readjust to the unfamiliar position when Thomas speaks.

“Just move naturally. It helps, just try it.” You start grinding against him, pelvis tilted downwards and find the contact with your pussy is much more direct. There's no searching for that perfect spot and trying to maintain it, because gravity has your clit pressed into his pubic hair. Everytime you rock backwards, you meet Thomas’ thighs whose angle propels you forward again. The result is that most of your range of motion is spent grinding your cunt against Thomas abdomen.

It's awkward and new at first. You’re thrown enough that it takes a while to get into a rhythm, but once you find it the sensation is transcendent. Your lids feel like they're falling open and closed, unable to focus, and you realize your eyes are rolling back in your head from pleasure.

“Yeah?” he pants, thrusting up to meet you.

“Mhm.” you nod enthusiastically, moaning open mouthed and fearless. When Thomas can’t get in time with you, he minimizes his movements and lets you use his body to get off. It’s so hot that you want him to fuck you, and struggle to verbalize their desire for several seconds.

“Want you now.”

“What do you want, leprotta? Tell me what you want,” he croons

“You. I want you now – now too,” you whimper, fingernails leaving crescent moon marks on the soft skin of his chest.  As you grow closer to orgasam keeping your eyes open becomes difficult for a myriad of reasons: self-consciousness, sensation, focus.

“You want me?” His confusion was understandable, considering the wanting was very much being acted upon at this moment. “You want me on top?” he guessed. You nodded, slowing your hips and immediately missing the sensation. Thomas sat up to help you, noticing that you were unsteady from the proximity of your orgasam. He was patient as you struggled to open your eyes, held your trembling hands as you got off of him and layed down.

“Good girl,” he praised. Even though you knew he didn’t mean it that way, your body still reacted dramatically, back arching up in search of his form. Thomas held himself over you and gingerly tried to align your bodies. You reached down, grabbing a hold of his slippery shaft, and directed him inside you. Once things were in motion, Thomas thrusted to the hilt, and let out a breathy groan. You allotted him two thrusts before making demands.

“Harder.” He furiously snapped his hips against yours, the collusion an explosion of sensation. Yet, as soon as his cock was there, it was gone again. Knowing words are usually the least effective way to communicate these things, you wrapped your legs around his hips. Using this grip you held Thomas against you, showing him the kind of contact that you craved.

“Like that.” You sensed him nod more than you felt or saw it. Thomas drove his hips forward vigorously, and as soon as your bodies could be no closer, he ground against you. It had your toes curling so severely that they cramped. You tried to say his name, but could never get more than one syllable or sound out.

“Ts, ts, tho – ommy” you gasped. “Tom – ta, ahm – ah please, please.” You gave up on real speech and resorted to mindless begging. When he lifts your leg up , ankle on his shoulder, you want to scream in frustration.

“What the fuck!” You dropped your head against the flooring, rolling your eyes and stamping your planted foot. Why do men stop doing the right thing during sex as soon as they’ve found it? He actually chuckles a little bit and your attention is brought to how pretty his green eyes look when his face is flushed. Thomas is truly giving this his all, fucking you with every bit of energy he has left after a long day.

His lips are parted and during a particularly forceful thrust a drop of saliva falls onto your cheek. It really should faze you, but it doesn’t because Thomas switches from pushing into you to grinding against you. With your foot up and legs open, he’s able to make more meaningful contact with your groin, and it's a new world of sensation. This does very little for his pleasure, but it's everything for yours.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you chant, the pitch of your voice climbing as your body is, towards climax. “I swear to fucking god if you stop this time,” you growl, slamming your open palm against the carpet as everything cramps up in preparation. Thomas whines, and you know it's because you’re so tight that this moment borders on painful for him. You take a couple erratic breaths and feel yourself spill over the otherside, this orgasam even better than the last. It's a total rush, sparkling serotonin starting in your abdomen then flooding your limbs and finally reaching your head.

Thomas grunts from the back of his throat during each of his final thrusts, pushing your ankle off his shoulder. His teeth are clenched and the vein in his forehead has started to make an appearance.

“Cum, I want you to cum, Tommy.” You tangle your fingers into his hair, using both hands to push it away from his face. Two conflicting things happen: Thomas starts to smile at the tenderness of your gesture, and he orgasams. Hard. His face reaxes, mouth falling open and his eyes flutter. He tries to catch himself, but ends up collapsing on you. Thomas scrambles to get his hands under him as soon as he can, but you dismiss his efforts.

“Hey, it’s okay! You’re fine, just chill here for a sec.” You stroke his head and ride out the aftershocks. Everytime your walls tense around his softening cock, Thomas’ entire body spasms. You rub his back, slow and soothingly, while kissing the crown of his head. It’s weirdly intimate for a first hookup, but the urge is organic. Thomas had just given you so much. It felt right to support him as he came back to earth.

“Um, I – sorry, I –” He strains to sit up and you shush him.

“Take your time.” Thomas relaxes against you. The moment is so sweet that you dread its ending even though it's just begun. Those feelings will likely change when he falls asleep on you.

Notes: I'm baaaccckkk :)

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