#its rated m because clothes are removed. there's no sex

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

Doting physical touch is little more than a distant memory to the Fabricator. To Solaris, it's practically a stranger. How lucky it is, then, that the both of them have such a… 'close friend' they can trust to keep such an uncomfortable secret. And what's even luckier, the other is willing to help.

[eyesxxyou]

Backstage Show pt.4

★🎸 {} .. hobie brown x groupie!reader

rating. m

word count. 3.5k

synopsis. hobie needs a subject for his next album cover and he decides that he wants it to be you but things quickly devolve into obscenity.

or

hobie takes pictures while fucking you

🍒・．❕warnings. voyeurism, taking pictures during sex, cunnilingus, Hobie's kinda conflicted with his emotions, clothed sex, praise, spitting, hand riding, hobie has a bit of a god/ superiority complex, y/n is a groupie who'd do anything for her idol, bit of a power dynamic fr, really toxic in here, angst towards the end.

Backstage Show Pt. 3

I want you to be on the new album cover

Hobie texted you for the first time in three days and you’ve suddenly come back to life. The days when he didn’t text you seemed to be the bleakest and most boring, those when he did proved to be the best for your psyche, and that special little text when he’d tell you to come meet him somewhere because he needs you was a feeling wholly otherworldly. You needed him like a junkie needed a hit to feel functional. You had withdrawal symptoms without him. And maybe he knew that and that’s why he kept you on the hook for so long. 

Hobie was not dumb. He knew the effect he had on you, knew exactly in which ways to take advantage of your devotion to make sure you remain entirely obsessed with him. Because he could not bear to lose you because you finally realized that he wasn't worth all of your time.

Either way. He wanted you on the album cover. He wanted you of all people on the album cover. You felt as though your heart could simply combust out of your chest and go to confess its undying love to him. He wanted you on the album cover of anyone in the world.

Then he texted again before you got the chance to respond.

I’m coming. 5 mins away.

5 minutes gave you very little time to get ready. You lept out of bed and began rummaging through your closet for something nice to wear. You eventually found a nice, silken slip to wear with a leather jacket Hobie had given you (anything Hobie gave you became your most prized possession) and some boots to match. It was oddly innocent, like a delicate girl in her innocent dress wearing her boyfriend's clothes. The only difference was you were not a delicate girl and Hobie was not your boyfriend.

Hobie was already at your door in what seemed like seconds after his texts. Had you spent that much time choosing an outfit? You hadn’t had any time to do your makeup.

“One sec!” You called out once he began knocking a little harder. “Ion give a damn wha’cha look like, woman. Jus’ lemme in!” He called back and reluctantly you went and opened the door for him. He’s never seen you without makeup on. Sure, he’s seen it streak down your face in tears after he was done fucking you but never completely barefaced.

You opened the door to find him leaning against the frame waiting on you. He was on his phone, then he wasn't, turning it off and tucking it away upon seeing you standing before him.

His pretty eyes scanned over your outfit and nodded in approval, reaching out to slip his hands beneath your jacket to place his hands on your silk-adorned hips. “I like it. Perfect. Don’ worry ‘bout the makeup ‘n all tha’. You won’ need it for the photoshoot. Your face won't be on the cover.” You hadn’t known you were doing it today but you should have. Hobie was the sporadic type like that, getting ideas in the moment and wanting to run with it then and there without any prior planning. That was him and you were along for the ride.

That’s when you noticed the camera hanging off his side. A little less than professional grade but still a great quality camera. 

“We’re doing it here?” You ask, moving to the side as he made his way in. You closed the door behind him, beginning to remove your shoes since you wouldn’t be needing them. Hobie looked around your flat, surprised by how neat it was despite your wild interests. But neat did not mean boring. It wasn’t plain by any means, just more organized than his. “Yeah, though’ you’d be more comfortable here.”

It was considerate of him and you felt your heart swoon at it. You bit your lip to contain a smile as you slipped off your jacket and tossed it onto the couch. “Yeah, thanks.”

“I want to do it on your bed.”

It caught you off guard. He’s straightforward but not usually that straightforward. “Huh?” 

“The photoshoot, luv. I wanna do it on your bed.” Hobie chuckled, tossing an arm over your shoulders to pull you in as he began walking towards your bedroom. He knew the layout of your flat well enough from all the times spent carrying you to your bed between kisses and the removal of clothes.

You went and sat on your bed while Hobie prepared the camera. “I want something sweet and sexy. I like the slip, it looks innocent.” He comes over with his camera in one and and his other free to pose you as he pleased.

He began with simple poses, you lying on your bed with one of the straps falling down your shoulder in a seductive kind of way. Hobie knelt above you, taking pictures from above before dragging you up to sit with your legs in a w-shape and your hands between your knees.

“So pretty, baby.” Hobie murmured as you did your own thing, each pose captured by his camera for later review over which would be best. He’d keep your face out of the cover, just to protect your identity. He was a bit of a dickhead but he wasn’t a complete asshole. He wasn’t out to ruin your life.

Hobie stood at the foot of your bed. “Come’ere.” He motioned you over and without hesitation, you came to him and sat in front of him. His hand caressed your face, fingers sliding across your cheek before using his thumb  to brush along your southern lip. You offered no resistance as he pushed his thumb into your hot, wet mouth and snapped a picture of it.

“You eva though’ ‘bout me fuckin’ you, takin’ pictures wit’ that polaroid of yours? Imagine how good we’d look wit’ a camera like this one.” He pushed his thumb further and you opened your throat to let him push against it. You nodded slowly, looking up at him through hooded lids, drunk on arousal. You kept glancing at the growing tent in his pants, his bulge pressing against the restriction of his jeans. You needed him badly.

He snapped more pictures of you, pulling his thumb from your pretty, saliva-glossed lips. He took pictures as he pushed your face into the bulge of his pants and made you worship it, worship him. 

"Lemme see tha' pretty cunt of yours." Hobie eased you back, made you open your legs to reveal the wet patch on the panties you wore just for him, that matched the creamy, white silk or your slip. He aimed the camera at you as you pulled the off and tossed them away, taking pictures of your glistening arousal before placing the camera on the bed and kneeling down between the heaven of your legs.

Her had your knees hinged over his shoulder, his large hands gripping the chaste flesh of your thighs as he pulled you close and spat on your pussy. Hobie looked at your cunt as if he were in love, with a gaze so intense you could practically feel the heat.

Fingers spread the glob of spit across your clit and down to the entrance that was more than ready for him. He looked up at you in the eyes at he licked into your pussy, his broad nose nudging your clit enough to make you shudder.

Hobie feasted upon you, all tongue and wet fingers pushing in and out of your greedy pussy, switching places from time to time because a pussy like this deserved all the praise and appreciation in the world. His tongue caresses your clit only to be replaced by the rough pads of fingers pinching and stroking a second later.

He had you on cloud nine and only he could. Your fingers wrung the sheets of your bed in a grip so hard you thought you might tear them. Then your hands were in the wilderness of his hair, grasping at his wicks and holding his head to you so that he might never stop.

Through a bleary-eyed gaze your eyes managed to land upon the camera sitting idle beside you and in a moment, you grabbed it and began taking pictures of Hobie. The shutter of the camera caught his attention as he paused and looked up to see your face covered by the lense of his camera.

"Don' stop," you told him breathlessly. "Keep going, you look so pretty, Hobes." You snapped another picture of him.

"I look pretty? Babe, you should see my view." He used the tip of his tongue to tease between your folds. He maintained eye contact with you through the lense, letting you give him his moment to shine as kitten licked your swollen clit and murmured obscenities into your core. 

Your back arched, your pussy pulsated, muscles spasmed with the threat of your orgasm. He had you singing his name, your finger weighing on the button until shutter after shutter of the lense taking rapid photos of your descent into madness.

Hobie took the camera from your hands before reaching to release himself from the confines of his pants. He needed you. He needed you like he needed food, water, air.

He let you cum on his tongue, took everything you had to give and more. He ate until your pussy spasmed and you began to push his head away. "Hobie, Hobes please." He just couldn't help himself. He could taste the slight twinge of sweetness from all the fruit you've been eating recently and he's enamored with it. He could do this all day if not for the hard-on he had aching between his legs.

Hobie stood up and pulled you further up onto his bed to make more room for himself. He rolled you over onto your stomach and grabbed a pillow to place your hips upon. He made sure the camera was within reach before pulling his pants down a little further and stroking his cock in his hand.

He pressed the length of it against your ass smearing precum against your slip without a care. You shivered beneath him, anticipating the moment when he'd push himself into you. Not slow or gentle, but swiftly with the speed of someone who's desperate for something.

You pushed yourself towards him as he tapped his length against your ass, revealing where you needed him the very most. Your pussy was clenching around nothing, asking so politely to be filled up and taken advantage of. You enticed him into pressed the thick head of his dick against your hole and push in with one solid motion that left you gasping for air and whining his name.

He had his hands on you, pressing you into the mattress as he drew his hips back with his tip just barely still inside before driving himself back inside you.

He fucked you like he's been waiting for this, like you were the one who left him on delivered last time you spoke. It was fast, rough, but gentle where he needed to be. His hands traced the slopes of your body as you moaned beneath him and trembled under his touch.

Oh— the things you let him do to you, the way you let him take pictures of him defiling you and never raised a single protest. The way he took advantage of you loyalty and earnesty, your undying love for him. He made you feel so good with his cock touching places you would have never known without him.

Hobie whispered in your ear how good you felt, how he's gonna cum on your pussy just because he knows you'll let him.

The sound of your creamy cunt getting fucked and your moans mingled in some sort of lewd symphony. The bedframe slammed into the wall over and over again, your mind was hazy with a second orgasm waiting to happen.

Hobie fucked you like a dog in rut, with the primal want of an animal with not much more on his mind beyond "fuck". On his lips, he sang a beautiful melody of moans. He could no longer focus on taking pictures, his hands were grasping at you like a wild animal attempting to maul you. 

The way he moaned was like hearing heaven, like hearing his truly sing for the first time. It was rough, feral, sensual, it matched his hands with their desperation. He was reduced down to a man with a need.

His hands pinned your wrists to the bed as he leaned over you. His hips snapped, skin meeting skin in a harsh, sticky clap. Sweat layered your bodies in a thin film over your skin.

"Ngh— ah~ Hobie, please. Right…there. Just like that." You were crying out from him, writhing beneath his touch. He fucked you nice and hard and kept you dumb and agreeable. You drooled into your bed, squeezing your eyes shut as you concentrate on the feeling of a second orgasm brewing in the pit of your stomach.

"You gonna make me cum, pretty girl. You wan' me to cum on ya pussy. Take pictures of it and put it on ma album." Hobie hummed into your ear, glancing between your fucked out face and the way his cock slid between your nether lips and sheathed itself into your hole.

His abdomen curled and tightened with the sheer weight of his orgasm as the pace of his hips became more and more erratic. And oh, those pretty moans became something far more feral than just singing. He was losing himself inside you and he had half the mind to pull out before he came, cum coating your ass in dribbles of white spats that crest the round of your ass and pooled at the dip of your spine.

Hobie grabbed his camera and captured a few photos before he realized something. "Aw, babe. Did I ruin ya second orgasm?" He had left you high and dry without even thinking about it.

You nodded timidly, not wanting to inconvenience him with your own pleasure. You had already had an orgasm and you shouldn't be entitled to a second one but Hobie seemed intent on finishing you out, finished what he started.

"Come'ere, luv." Hobie turned off his camera and set it aside before motioning you over. You crawled over to where he sat on your bed and let him pull you into his lap facing him with your knees on either side of his waist.

"Can' leave ma girl hangin', can I?" He wiped up some of the cum off your ass with his fingers and slid the two messy digits between your soaked folds. You shuddered, wrapping your arms over his shoulder and around his neck as you stared at those pretty eyes of his.

He pushed his cum-slicked fingers into your greedy cunt that let him in without even an ounce of resistance, palming at your clit that aches for him with the heel of his hand.

Hobie's lips were on yours, teeth nipping at your bottom lip before his tongue met yours. "Go 'head and take wha'cha need." He offered up his hand for you to use as your own person sex toy. Those long fingers of his caressing your walls while his hand rubbed your clit.

You braced your hands on his shoulders for leverage before rocking your hips against his hand. Grinding, bouncing, rocking, fucking those fingers of his like no tomorrow.

Hobie watched you lull your head back with pleasure. You rocked your hips with a fluidity he finds himself hypnotized with. Your slip hid just enough to make the action all the more lewd, like something forbidden. You were gorgeous when you were about to cum, gorgeous all the time.

If he wasn’t so fucked up, he might just fall in love with you. He might actually be in love with you. But he’s too afraid that they’re finally going to figure out he wasn’t worth all your time and leave him. 

Hobie kissed you again, deeper this time, softer, with a sort of tenderness he’s never kissed you with before. It’s the kind of kiss that makes you fall even harder for him. You couldn’t bear the thought of living your life without him. You can’t even remember what your life was like before you fist got fucked by him. He left your mind in a dizzy.

You’ll bask in this moment because you can’t be sure when he’ll get bored of you, when one text will be his last and he simply ghosts you. It’s not an outlandish possibility.

“‘M gonna cum.” You murmured against his lips in a daze. “‘M gonna cum, Hobie.” He could feel it, the way your walls rippled and clamped around his fingers. You were so close, so high on him. Your orgasm washed over you easily, like the caress of his hand against your back or a wave washing up on a beach. It rippled through your muscles and left you feeling warm and airy. 

“You did so good, ma pretty girl. You feel good?”

You nodded, whimpering as he slipped his fingers from your hole and grabbed your hips to lift you up. “Where ya rags at? I need to clean ya up.” He set you down on the bed beside him and stood up to clean you up. You looked up at him, twiddling your thumbs like an idiot. “We could just take a shower.”

“If you want to. I’ll be waiting out here.” Hobie adjusted himself, fixing himself up and tucking himself away.  He was completely clueless, not a care in the world nor a clue for the embarrassment of the person sitting on their bed trying to get him to shower with them.

“I meant the two of us…together.” 

“Oh—” He paused for a moment, thinking, considering it. “I don’ know, luv. If I go in wit’ ya, I might no’ be able to keep ma hands to maself.” The disappointment set in quickly. You pursed your lips softly, embarrassed that you even asked. Suddenly there was a world of difference between the two of you. Distance placed between the two of you set by Hobie because he didn’t want you getting to familiar. He couldn’t risk attachment but he knew deep down that it was already too late. He liked you. He liked you a lot. In another world, he’d be in love with you. But love just wasn’t for him. 

“I’ll be out here waiting for you.”

You grabbed your things and made your way into the bathroom, closing the door swiftly before slapping yourself in the head. You felt like a bit of an idiot. Of course, he wouldn’t want to shower with you. The two of you were nothing but fuck buddies. Hobie made it clear he wasn’t looking for anything more than to hang out and get his dick wet from time to time.

By the time you got out of the shower, Hobie was in the living room, lounging on your couch while reviewing the pictures the two of you had taken. He was smiling that effortlessly gorgeous smile of his. “Come look at this shit. You look amazin’, luv.” He motioned you over and transfixed by how suddenly he pulled you back in, you came and sat down beside him to look at the pictures taken.

You did look good. You looked sexy, so did Hobie, in the multiple pictures you took of him eating you out. But you were so embarrassed by the obscene nature of the photos that you covered the screen and looked at Hobie. “You’re not gonna use any of these as the cover, are you?”

Hobie shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. Why? I think we look great.” You slapped his shoulder and he chuckled in response. “I’m jus’ pullin’ ya leg, baby. These pictures are jus’ fa me.” He cupped your face in one of his hands and kissed you with his tongue pressed against the seam of your lips. It was an apology. He knew that he had hurt you earlier by refusing you but he’d never apologize for it verbally.

Maybe one day, you could get him to feel for you the same way you feel for him.

[idolatrybarbie]

the world tipped on its side

chapter four - twin primes

series masterlist | read on ao3

pairing: francisco "frankie" morales x f!reader

word count: 5.4k

rating & summary: explicit | twin primes—pairs of prime numbers that are close to each other, almost neighbors, but between them there is always an even number that prevents them from truly touching.

warnings: smut, bea pops their m/f sex cherry, feewings, angst out the ass, discussion of disability & physical injury, nerve-related body paralysis, (again, the briefest moment) suicidal ideation, references to dead parents, what can i say i am a saddie.

notes: went down to the residence snack lounge and got a mochaccino to finish this for sunday so don't ever say i don't love you. put michael my filmmaking teacher in here because he told me kiefer sutherland is an asshole. <3

Frankie touches you and your skin burns. The feeling is welcome, addictive as you chase it, roaming your hands along the thick muscle of his arms. The warmth of his skin is piercing, running down to the deep chill in your bones. It soothes an ache you hadn’t realized was there amongst all of the other pain.

When Frankie steps away from you for a moment, the sting returns tenfold. You think you need him to never stop touching you.

He’s staring at you, awe covering his face.

“I don’t get why you do that,” you admit, prodding at the tension in the room.

“Do what?” he asks.

“Stare,” you say.

“Why would I not wanna look at you?”

You have never really been looked at. Taught from a young age that attention was deadly, the spotlight has effectively remained off of you for most of your life. You’ve been poked and examined, sure. Not like this, with gnawing intensity.

When Frankie pays you mind, his focus feels different. Not pitying or prying—not in any way you don’t want him to anymore. He looks at you curiously, or with a glint you are starting to realize is something good. What it is exactly, you aren’t sure. Admiration? Or adoration?

You can’t think about it too hard right now.

Frankie’s hands are back on you, cupping the sides of your face gently as he kisses you again. The touch soothes; aloe to a sunburn, Promethazine to a stirring stomach. You don’t know when or how you became this person. You haven’t felt like a person in so long, simply felt like you, and that hasn’t been enough for a while now. So long that you’ve forgotten this feeling. It settles on your skin, under your muscles and at the corners of your eyes.

Guilt creeps in, too. A small part of you wishes it was anything else that brought about this feeling; not Frankie, not whatever this is about to be, but something else. A moment with Mia. A quiet piece of time by yourself.

You push the thought away as Frankie lifts the bottom hem of your shirt, palms skating over the skin of your stomach. This is as good a reason as any. You can’t let him love you. Surely that’s not what this is anyway. You’ve never been one to turn down a good lay though.

Frankie starts to take your shirt off carefully, waiting for you to lift your arms in response before he tugs the fabric off of you. You are left in your bra, burning up as he takes the button of your jeans between his fingers to undo them, mouth connecting to yours. Frankie’s lips begin to wander. He leaves open mouthed kisses, sloppy and sweet, on your cheek, across your jaw. When he finally gets your fly down, he’s mouthing softly at your neck.

You fumble to get the pants down your legs, sitting down at the very end of the bed. You watch him openly as he removes his own clothing. His arms are large, all the better to hold you with, with brown hair trailing from his chest down his softer middle. His underwear is green, but that’s all you can really make out in this light. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter. Those will be coming off soon.

He meets you at the bed, Frankie sitting down before he kisses you again. Honestly, you could do this all night. Making out half-naked in bed like a couple of nervy teenagers. But no, you want more. Dare you even say, you need it. Frankie all over, Frankie inside of you, the same way he’s grown alongside the dermis of your body.

“What do you want?” he asks gently.

You already know the answer. “Everything.”

Frankie smiles, snaking his arm around you to unclasp the clip of your bra. It falls into your lap. He softly moves you up the bed, your head resting at the pillows as the garment disappears beyond the span of the ugly comforter.

He takes a breast in his hand, gently massaging you before Frankie licks the pad of his thumb and rubs it over your nipple. It’s exciting, a small peak of cold sensation between the gooey ooze of kisses. Your panties are uncomfortably soaked, and you readjust your hips in a fruitless attempt to unstick them.

Frankie moves his hand from your chest down your torso, over your stomach. He holds you there, softly stroking your belly for a moment. This touch isn’t burning, but warm. Tender. He’s moving on too quick for you to truly savour it, sliding his left hand into your underwear.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you whisper back. “Please, Frankie. Just touch me.”

He dips two fingers low, feeling just how wet you are. “Aw, honey. All of this for me?” he asks.

You can only nod, holding your breath as you wait. He moves back up to the front of you, searching a moment before he finds your clit. When he sets a casual pace of circling your clit, you close your eyes with a moan.

“That feel good?” he asks.

“Yes, fuck. Just like that,” you tell him.

Frankie kisses you again, breathing you in between kisses. You can’t focus. It’s not too much, but it’s been so long—since a man touched you like this, since anyone touched you like this. You thank whatever’s out there that your parts still work, an old tool left on the shelf too long now with a fresh set of batteries.

“Frankie,” you say. “Touch me.”

“If you insist.”

He’s dragging your panties down your legs, over your toes, and then dropping them to the floor. He kisses all the way down your body, starting with his mustache tickling at your forehead; nose, lips, neck, sternum. Frankie sits at the valley between your breasts for a while, alternating between them as he licks and sucks at your nipples. He uses teeth for a brief moment, making you cry out, arching to press further into his mouth.

You tug at his ear. “Get to it, Catfish,” you instruct him.

He’s smiling as he pulls away from your skin, a half smile painted on his face. “Yes ma’am,” he nods.

The kisses he leaves trail to your diaphragm, your belly, each side of your hips. He’s kissing at your thighs when you practically thrust your core at his face.

“You really are all business,” Frankie laughs to himself. Before you can form a retort, he licks at you, getting right to it.

A moan breaks off in your throat, morphing into a slight sigh. You hold your hands at your sides, fingers flexing as he gets a grip under your legs to keep you close to him. You fist at the sheets, pinching the soft skin of your thighs before he finally looks up at you. He takes one of your hands in his own, wordlessly leading it to the long brown hair atop his head.

His tongue slides against you deliciously, the low rumble of a moan coming from his chest. Experimentally, Frankie slides a finger into your dripping cunt. You moan again, high and breathy. He’s staring at where you swallow his index, moving at an even pace that has your hips canting upwards to his hand.

“You want more, hey honey?” he asks. Frankie misses your attempt at a nod, a second finger joining the first. You groan, pushing the side of your face into the pillow. “You look so pretty like this. There you go.” He’s moving his fingers a little faster, but it still isn’t enough.

“God, shut up and fuck me already,” you sigh.

Frankie moves up your body, still fingering you as he gets a grip on your thigh, pressing it to your chest with his free hand. His fingers push in a little deeper, reaching a spot you haven’t felt around for in ages. A few more strokes of his fingers, knuckle-deep now, and you start to grab at his biceps for leverage.

The orgasm hits you, the world’s slowest freight train. Languid but intense, he pulls it out of you with his hand brushing inside you over and over. You drag Frankie into a kiss, his lips on yours to keep you grounded when you feel yourself start to float away.

You are still fluttering around his fingers when he pulls them from you, touch placid against your skin. Frankie shucks off his briefs, his cock highlighted through the light of the window. He uses the wetness of your cunt to stroke himself for a second. Then he’s leaning over the side of the bed, searching for something. He comes up with his discarded jeans, and then his wallet, inside of which is a condom packet.

You laugh. “Of course.”

“I want you to know that this was already in here before I met you,” he says, tossing the wallet and his pants away again.

“You know how to make a girl feel special,” you say.

Frankie carefully tears the wrapper open, pulling the condom from the plastic so he can roll it over his cock. “Okay, how’s this: I put it in there before we got out of the car, but I didn’t want to assume anything.”

Humming, you nod as you reach out and give his covered dick a stroke. He leans forward involuntarily, almost losing balance. “That’s better.”

Frankie sighs through his nose, smiling down at you before he readjusts his legs against the mattress. He braces himself over your body, tapping the tip of himself at your clit. Tiny zaps of delicious electricity.

“You’re beautiful. It’s kind of scary,” Frankie whispers.

“I bet you say that to all the girls you’re three inches from fucking,” you say.

He lines himself up with your entrance, pushing in slow. You groan together. Frankie wraps the hand not holding himself up around the back of your shoulder so that you are loosely chest to chest.

He breathes out your name. “Fuck. Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re wet.”

Now that you have him inside you, you never want him to leave. When Frankie moves, the strokes are slow and grinding. You can’t form the words you need, his cock fucking the syllables out of you with every thrust. Starting to scratch at your own skin, you change your mind to him, hooking your arms at the base of his neck to pull him ever closer as you dig your nails in.

Frankie laying down on you would probably be a bad idea, but god, you want him to. The feel of his heat all over, two becoming one in this shitty Floridian motel room is all you crave. You have him inside you but you need more. You flutter around him, ratcheting up to your second orgasm faster than you can articulate as he moves his hands to hold you at your sides.

You grip his wrist at the change of angle, Frankie’s thrusts more shallow as he speeds up the pace. He moves your hands together, holding your palm between his fingers before he entwines them. It’s a lot—almost too much, you almost pull your hand away, but he moves his left thumb to your clit. You close your eyes and forget about it, letting him overtake you completely.

He breathes into your mouth, tongue delving past your lips to taste you. You’re trying to kiss him back, get your head screwed on right for a moment to suck his bottom lip into your mouth, something. You can’t, a moaning mess beneath him as he fucks the thoughts from your head, the ache from your chest. You can understand why people become sex addicted. Something inside of you will always be seeking out this feeling, even after it’s long over.

Frankie watches your eyes roll in your head, spurring you on with his words. “Come on, honey. You look so sweet when you come. Shit—can you do it again for me?” he asks.

“Oh fuck, Frankie. Please,” you plead. You continue to beg between curses, holding him against you, moaning his name.

A small tear rolls down your cheek from the corner of your eye. He wipes it away with a finger, holding the side of your face. This, of all things, pushes you over the edge. You claw at him, like if you press him against your breasts hard enough he’ll somehow become apart of you.

Frankie moans into the crux between your neck and shoulder, slowing his thrusts as you ride out your second orgasm of the night. When you calm down a little, he gives you a few more thrusts, softer now. He pulls moans from you all the same, looking you in the eyes as he comes himself. He swipes his palm from your clavicle to the top of your pelvis soothingly before he pulls out.

Frankie disappears into the bathroom, lights still off with the door ajar. He must discard the condom, returning a minute later after he washes his hands. He lays next to you, shoulder to shoulder in bed. You can picture it, a camera floating above the two of you to scan over your faces. It’s the framing of a sitcom, multi-cam, canned laughter mixed in with the chuckles of a live studio audience.

Here comes that awkward, post-coital chat.

“So,” Frankie begins, “How was that?”

You shake your head. “I can’t believe you’re asking me that.” Then, “Five stars. You have a Yelp page I can visit?” you whisper, still catching your breath.

Frankie laughs and god, you love that sound. His breathing evens out as your own lungs catch up with the rest of your body. The two of you lay in silence.

He asks, “Can I ask you a question?”

You groan, turning onto your side—half to face him, and half to mash your face into the pillow beneath you. “Do we really have to continue with twenty-one questions after we’ve had sex?”

“The sex piece is just a further ploy to ask a question,” he says. “And we’re friends.”

You scoff a laugh, thinking out loud. “I really don’t know what we are.” Screwed, royally.

“Does anyone else know on set? Other than Mia.” He means the disability, the injury, the accident.

“I don’t know. I haven’t said anything, but people aren’t stupid. They either know it’s an issue or think I’m a pillhead,” you say. “Either way, what does it matter?”

“It doesn’t, I just… Thank you. For sharing that with me,” Frankie says softly.

Oh. That isn’t what you were expecting from him. Questions in that lane are usually prying, not grateful. You disregard the pull at the organ in your chest, fingers digging into the skin of your thigh.

“My turn,” you say. “Why did you take the job?” Frankie’s playing dumb beside you, faux-confusion blanketing his features. “Come on.”

“You,” he relents. “I got out of my truck, recognized Mia—I didn’t really know who you were. All I knew was that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I wasn’t leaving without finding a way to keep you talking to me.

Your stomach rolls a little, the sheets more itchy and crowding than soft and warm against your skin. You try and ignore it to stay here with him, not ready to let this moment go. Your body isn’t giving you much of a choice. Exhaustion pulls at your eyelids, joining in on the internal battle you’re trying to win. Frankie’s admission should make butterflies tickle your insides—that’s what you want. Instead, you’re seasick, about to upchuck overboard.

“You should sleep,” he says. Clearly he has noticed your eyeballs lolling about in their sockets as you examine the smaller patches of skin along his chin. He’s right, you should. Still, you fight to keep your eyes open.

“I like you being here. It’s nice,” you say. Losing, your eyes close slowly. “It’s scary.”

If Frankie says anything else, you don’t hear it, drifting away. Your dreams are light and empty again. At some point the warmth of his body beside you disappears, the motel door open and closing softly. You stay asleep.

-

You shower and change into the extra set of clothes you brought along a few hours later. Frankie’s gone, but you aren’t surprised. It was just sex after all. You are adults. You are friends.

The drive back to Georgia feels both like a mad dash and a leisurely stroll, the trees flying by as the car hurtles over bridges and back roads at a cool seventy-five miles an hour. There are no cops to bother you at this time of the day—right after the graveyard shift, but before anybody cares enough to dole out a speeding ticket. The highway is dead.

Driving straight to set is the smartest option, foregoing a trip home to drop your things off. Rolling into the lot this morning feels different. Or maybe it’s you that’s different. The parking attendant lets you past regardless. Even if you don’t feel the same as the person on your studio badge, apparently you still look it.

You dive right into work at the six-thirty call time, assisting Ashton with the direction of this four-on-four fight scene. You give the actors a little nudge every now and again, alternative options when you realize the tone isn’t exactly working for what you need. At lunch you sit with Michael, listening as he smiles and tells you about how he got his wife out on the boat they just bought. He asks you what you got up to between bites of cobb salad.

“Not too much,” you say. “Got down to Florida for the night, saw some fireworks. Pretty casual.” Mike’s a cool guy, but you doubt he’d want to hear about the motel ending of your years-long dry spell.

Mid-way through the break, you meander over to your tiny office. Mia is sitting at your desk, watching the window absently as she finishes up a container of pasta salad.

“Hey,” you say, leaning in the doorway. Mirroring Frankie, his face flashes in your mind.

Mia spins in your chair to face you. “Sorry I didn’t get around to texting,” she says.

You shake your head. “Don’t even worry about it. How was the trip?”

“Beautiful as usual,” she says. You’re waiting for the anecdote about how you need to come up next summer. It doesn’t come, though, replaced with her question of, “What’d you get up to?”

You’re prepared to repeat your story from earlier, but wait. What happened to that whole not lying thing?

“Took a drive down to Florida,” you say.

“Oh?” There are more questions behind this single word reaction, you already know that. Mia, like Frankie, has her own little storage of secrets. You think you know all of them by now, but then again, wouldn’t she think the same thing of you?

“I took your advice. Bumped into Frankie, actually.”

“Bumped into,” Mia hums.

“Specifically went there to see him,” you correct. Trying to keep it casual, you shrug a single shoulder. “Wanted to see if he was as good as he thinks he is.”

The innuendo is not lost on you, tongue pressing hard against the roof of your mouth as you resist the natural quirk of your lips. The memory of his hands all over you burns gently—Vicks VapoRub at your chest, on your neck, smeared low across your belly. Tingling.

“And?” Mia asks.

“It was all pretty impressive.”

“If I didn’t know any better—”

“But you do,” you interrupt her. “We grabbed a bite and sat on the beach. That was pretty much it.”

Pretty much.

“Sounds like a good holiday,” she says.

Mia leaves it at that, telling you about how she and Sam went skinny dipping just past midnight before heading back to their room for the night. The drive back from Juliette is an easy hour. She was getting onto the road right about when you were pulling in this morning.

You tell her about the sun and the sand, how Frankie built a fire for the two of you to sit by. You leave out the details of how his skin and teeth feel, about how nice it was to be touched for the first time in a long time. You certainly don’t tell her about how you miss it, sitting here and now; how you wish it would happen again.

Lunch ends and you throw yourself back into work, making sure that Mikey lands his kicks where he’s supposed to and decidedly not cussing Ashton out when he calls for another take—the seventh of this scene so far. Part of you wants this day to end, so you can drive to a field thirty minutes outside of Atlanta tomorrow morning and see Frankie again.

You know it’s ridiculous to feel the need to have an excuse. You work together, he’s your friend, he’s been inside of you. But feel the need you do, so you’ll wait. Doesn’t mean you’ll be happy about it.

At home, you lay on the couch in content quiet. You’re looking at the row of DVDs collecting dust in the TV stand—lots of first seasons of shows that started off great and went down the shitter, or movies that friends have worked on. Amongst them is the random fourth season of a teenybopper superhero drama that Mia doesn’t know you own. Your eyes settle on the case before you get down onto the floor and pull it away from its neighbours.

Mia’s on the cover, a sapphire red wig glued to her head as CGI globs of lava blast from her palms. Her character is precariously placed amongst the creatively coloured cast; some guy with icicles for hair, and a levitating girl leashed at the waist with rope. You don’t know when every single movie and television poster turned into a Star Wars-esque collage, but you hate it.

Despite that, you rouse the DVD player under the flat screen with a click and wait for the tray to pop out. When it does, you pry open the DVD case and place the fifth disc inside—episodes sixteen to twenty-two. The player takes it in, whirring to life and producing a navigation menu on your TV’s screen before you can get up again.

You skip over the first three to watch the nineteenth episode. This is the whole reason you bought the set anyway. Ignoring the cheesy plot lines and dialogue too smart for its own good, you wait for the scene in the middle of the episode where Mia’s character jumps out of a plane to save the world (again).

She told you about the experience after it’d first happened; how she was expecting some sort of CGI monster, or a prop plane door hooked up to a crane. But this was none of that, as Mia arrived on set almost an hour away from the Warner Brothers’ lot with a real plane there waiting for her.

You had gone skydiving before, but this was an entirely different beast. She’d called it a leap of faith, something that made you giggle at the time. Now, as you take the remote and replay the scene over and over to catch a glimpse of the pilot inside the cockpit, you understand what she meant.

A leap of faith. Maybe you could do that.

-

The alarm wakes you, the first time it’s had the chance in a while. You’re tempted to let it blare and tire itself like you know it will in a few minutes, all to settle back into your dreams in the same wonderfully fuzzy position you’ve taken up in your sleep.

You think of your dream before it fizzles out of your memory. Up high in a plane, the clouds like grey fluff outside of the open cabin door. In your gear and prepared to dive, you glanced back at your pilot. There he sat, headphones over his ears as he spoke to you, words censored by your brain. Whatever it was was enough to get you to jump, though, smiling on the way down.

You were about to clear the clouds when the whiney piece of machinery at your side disturbed you. Whatever. There will be other dreams.

Trying to lift your hand turns out to be more of a task this morning than you’d anticipated. In fact, when you look at your arm and will yourself to move, you find that you can’t at all. Or your other arm, or either of your legs. Your neck is frozen, along with the rest of your body.

Panic starts to settle in your gut as you realize what this is. A new symptom, one you’d been warned about but never really considered becoming a reality. You could be stuck like this for hours or days. If you could just reach a little farther for your phone…

Miraculously, you regain the slightest bit of feeling in your pinky and ring finger, using them to turn it on and dial the number at the top of your contacts. Then you wait. Twenty scary, silent minutes pass before you hear the faint sound of your front door opening, Mia’s sneakers padding into your apartment.

She calls out for you, reaching your bedroom.

“Oh my god,” she gasps when she sees you, stuck with your chest to the mattress and the side of your face pressed into the pillow. A few stray tears have spilled out onto the fabric of it by now. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you grumble. Limp against her touch, you let Mia maneuver you around in bed ‘til you’re leaning against the headboard. You should be on the road now. Driving to work. This shouldn’t be happening.

Pulling at legs you can’t feel, she moves you down slightly before getting on the bed next to you. Mia massages your neck from beside you, specifically around and over the area of your cervical spine. Just like the doctor showed her how years ago now, in a hospital in another state off the coast.

The action tugs at your panic as it spreads throughout your upper body, throwing you hurtling backwards in time. In progress. But maybe this is the progress, just not in the way you wanted. Dr. Lopez said this could happen, with or without surgery, and now it’s here. The progress—more so degeneration than anything, of your body, your nerves—is letting itself be known. It owns you, it always will. How dare you forget that?

After a few minutes of Mia kneading at your back, sensation starts to return. Slowly but surely, you can wiggle your fingers and toes, rotate your wrists and ankles once again.

Mia asks how you’re feeling. Immediately, you burst into tears.

She’s cooing at you like one would a baby, moving her hands to either one of your shoulders in a side hug. “It’s going to be okay,” she keeps saying.

“No it’s not. Stop it. I wish—I don’t know why you say that.” You aren’t sure if she’s trying to convince you or herself.

“Because I have to believe it,” Mia answers.

“I don’t,” you say. “I mean, this is going to keep happening. More and more frequently, and then one day it might all just…stop.”

Mia shakes her head. “Don’t say that.”

“Why?” you ask. “Why are you scared of that? This my life now. That’s been my life for the past two years. Why can’t you accept that one day I won’t be able to do all of this?”

“Because if I accept that then you’ll never even consider anything else,” she says.

You move away from her, as much as you can with limited mobility, disgust framing your face. “You don’t know how hard it is to do this. Every day. I wake up and I go to work, and I’m there for you, and I love you. I’m worrying about this fucking movie and your wedding while my nerves degenerate into shit.”

“That’s not fair,” she says, getting up and off the bed. “You know that’s not fair. You hole up in this goddamn apartment and act like no one gives a shit about you, well I do. I do.” She prods her own finger into her chest. “But you’re never there, so what am I supposed to do?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You lock yourself up in this emotional prison and act like, what? Your disability is something you have to deal with alone? Like just because your life changed you can’t live it anymore?”

“Now that’s not fair,” you say. “You know that I—”

“I know that you lie to me. All of the time. And I never say anything because a part of me doesn’t want to believe it. You think I don’t notice, or that I’m stupid or something but—”

“I don’t think your stupid,” you say.

“—but I see it. I know you think you're doing what's best, but it hurts. It hurts to feel you pulling away. It hurts to watch you go through this alone. I want to help you but you won’t let me.”

“Because that means admitting something’s wrong!” you yell, the sound of your voice ripping through your bedroom.

It’s too early for this. Any of this. You hold your hands over your face, the urge to go home flooding you. You eat the fact that that place doesn’t exist anymore. The place where that ring in your car—his ring—used to hang heavy at your neck burns with shame. Home died with Dad. Right now, you wish you’d gone with him.

“Something is wrong!” Mia shouts at you now. “The accident happened, okay? Things are different now. And they’ll never be the same, but you don’t have to be the only one to live with that. You carry it like this is a burden for one. There are people who love you. I love you. Always have, always will, that was the deal. Right?”

You remember the pact you’d made, late at night right before the last week of your first year in college. Words said in unison, sealed into the bandwidth of the universe with a pair of pin pricks and blood-smeared fingers.

From this life to the next, love and trust, together forever. Always have, always will.

Schoolgirl bullshit pulled from high school fantasies and too many re-watches of The Craft. It was corny, but it was yours. Clearly Mia had held onto it. You can’t keep track of the many times you’ve broken the vow. It’s so hard to keep honest, feeling like an anchor. Living out your bad miracle alone seemed like the practical solution, but when has love ever been about practicality?

“You have a life, a career. You have things to do, I can’t—I won’t be what gets in the way for you,” you say.

“If any of those things don’t involve you, I don’t want them,” Mia says. “And you have those things too. A life, a career. I don’t know where you forgot that.”

“I can barely get on a kiddie fucking roller coaster at the county fair, or get out of bed. How am I supposed to do what we do?”

“We’ll figure it out, alright? We figure it out together. That’s what we always do.”

Mia’s at your side again, kneeling on the floor to hug you. You sob into her hair, letting the cries wrack your body. She smells like shampoo and love; ragged and fire-forged. Home.

That night, you call Frankie. You can’t help it.

He picks up after four rings with a quick, “Hey.”

“Hi,” you say back.

“I was wondering when you’d be calling.” His voice is gravelly and loose over the line.

“Did I wake you up?” It is almost eleven o’clock at night.

“Doesn’t matter,” Frankie says.

“Shit. I’m sorry,” you say.

“It’s fine. Work. I get it.”

“Hm,” you murmur absently. “Just thought I would call, thank you again for—”

“Don’t thank me for the sex,” he interrupts.

“For the ride, asshole.” There’s a quiet laugh over the phone. “I appreciate you driving me back to the motel. And inviting me out.”

“You sort of invited yourself,” Frankie tells you.

“After you dropped the breadcrumb for me with my best friend,” you say.

Silence, like he’s thinking about it. “Agree to disagree,” is what he finally settles on.

You roll your eyes. “Sure, okay. Agree to disagree.”

Waiting on the line, all you can hear is his breathing. You wish he was here. You wish he was breathing beside you in your bed.

“Was there anything else?” he asks.

“Uh, no. Sorry. I guess I should let you go,” you say. “I’ll see you in the morning then.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Frankie.”

tags: @wannab-urs / @anoverwhelmingdin / @iamskyereads <3

[farfromsugafanfic]

Dangerous | Chapter 10: Cherry Sours

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Bad Boy!Jimin, Bartender!Reader College AU

Pairing: Jimin/Named Reader

Rating: M | Minors DNI

Chapter Warnings: smut, jealousy, piv sex

You knocked on the door of Jimin's apartment, a tote bag slung over your shoulder, and hair still clinging to your face from dance practice. Jimin should still have one more class to TA, which should give you enough time.

"Hey Inna," Jimin's roommate, Taehyung, said, opening the door, his phone in his other hand. While you'd never formally met Taehyung, he'd gone to a neighboring high school and occasionally showed up at football games and dances at yours. "So, what exactly do you need my room for?"

"Uh--" you said, your eyes shifting across the doorway as you entered through it. "It's kinda hard to explain. But, I just need it for tonight and I'll wash your sheets."

Taehyung narrowed his eyes. Although there was no malice, only curiosity and suspicion. You watched as he pocketed his phone. "I think whatever this idea is, it isn't a good one."

"Oh, it definitely isn't," you said, setting down your bag on the couch. "But, I can't let our relationship continue like this. I need to cut it off. Rip it off like a Band-Aid."

Taehyung's eyes softened. "You know he likes you, right?"

You played with the handle of the tote bag. "I know."

"Then, why are you doing this, Inna? I can tell you like him too."

Something about the melodic lilt of Taehyung's voice brought the tension in your shoulders to its fullest height. "Because he would eventually get bored with me. I might be different than I was back when we dated in high school, but not that much. I'm still that nerdy, boring girl who works too much."

A silence fell between you. Taehyung pulled out his phone again, checking the time. "I have to go to work. Just be wrapped up by midnight."

[][][]

Jimin came home around an hour later. You sat on Taehyung's bed scrolling through your phone. You'd thought that you had at least another twenty minutes, but the class must have ended early.

You grabbed the tote bag and ruffled around until you found the vibrator. Thankfully, it shouldn't be too loud, although you didn't really care if Jimin heard. That was, actually, the point.

Listening as he kicked off his shoes and the soft moans falling from his lips. You knew he was massaging his own shoulders and stretching out his legs just like you would whenever you came home from practice.

You remained fully clothed out of respect for Taehyung but were thankful that you chose to change into a skirt. Turning on the sex toy, you parted your legs. A moment of hesitation stalled your movements.

Would this affect Jimin's and Taehyung's friendship? Taehyung was the one you knew would hurt Jimin the most. His longest friend. The only one who didn't seek you out or play into your little game. Until now, at least.

Finally, you brought the vibrator to your clit, a moan leaving your lips before you could stifle it. You knew this wouldn't be enough to get your off and your mind remembered back to the practice room where you and Jimin kissed.

Your heard Jimin just outside in the short hallway that conjoined his and Taehyung's rooms. There was no way he couldn't hear your panted breaths and lustful whines.

Removing one hand from the toy, you reached down and fished out a small packet of lube. You kept in your palm, unsure if it would be necessary yet.

"Taehyung," you said, your voice clipped and full of desperate breaths of air. Exaggerating the moans was something you were used to, your ex-boyfriend had preferred when you were vocal, even though you generally weren't.

You felt Jimin's presence hovering outside the door, two small shadows beneath the door alerted you that he was closer than you thought.

"Fuck," you whispered, your back arching against the sheets and your hand beginning to lose grip. Your lips tried to form Taehyung's name again, but they could only remember the warm and almost shy feeling of Jimin's kiss.

As you approached orgasm, sweat forming at your collarbones, your moans became less controllable. Curses falling from your lips without warning. The worst one of all coming just as you did, "Jimin."

Your eyes closed for a moment and when you opened them, light flooded in from the hallway. Curling around the figure of the man whose name just fell from your lips as if you'd summoned a demon.

"I fucking knew it," he said, reaching between your legs to throw the vibrator aside before falling on top of you. His mouth smashed into yours, his hands coming to rest on each of your cheeks. "I heard everything"

His lips moved down to your neck, the same gentle fluttering as before. Everything moved in slow motion and you barely realized when both your hands met in Jimin's hair.

"No," he said. "On the phone. Taehyung called me while you were talking."

You stopped, your legs untangling from his and your fingers falling slack. "What?"

"Let's not ruin the moment," Jimin said, his voice deep and full of rasp. You didn't want to think about how he might be feeling, or how you felt. You just knew you wanted to feel his lips on you again. "Do you want me or not? Tell me, right now, Inna."

"Yes," you said. "Yes, I want you. Fuck, I hate that I do."

Jimin didn't waste time. He pushed your shirt up over your head. His lips trailing downward quicker and quicker.

"Jimin," you said. "We're in Taehyung's bed."

"And?" he said, his lips on the skin of your stomach as he looked up at you. "You already promised to wash his sheets."

You laughed, though it didn't ruin the mood. Your giggles made Jimin smile, his expression making all the blood rush downward again. He seemed to notice and your back arched as his hands finally dipped between your legs.

"Don't--don't stop, Jimin," you said, your voice already cracking. "Please."

"I won't, baby. Not this time, I promise." His voice was hushed, a promise to himself as much as to you. "You sure you want this? I don't want you to regr—"

You silenced him with your lips. You didn't care if you came to regret it. A part of you needed to do this, needed to know how it felt to have Jimin this way.

And then you realized. Fuck.

"Jimin," you said, pulling your lips away. He looked at you with dilated pupils and messy hair. It made you smile. "Do you want still want this? After everything?"

You'd purposely flirted with his friends, made out with them, tried to make him think you were having sex with his best friend. He deserved the first time you left him high and dry. But did he truly deserve these last few months of constant rejection?

"There's nothing you do that would make me not want you, Inna." Jimin reached up and interlocked on of his hands through yours as his lips reconnected.

When his tongue pushed its way past your lips, you heard the clink of Jimin unbuckling his belt. With a swift movement, he pulled it through his belt loops and off his jeans.

"You're so fucking slow," you said, giggling as your hand swept underneath the hem of his T-shirt and over the firm muscles. The thing you loved about Jimin's body is that he took good care of himself.

You remember back in high school during that month you dated how he would skip lunch. How you'd call him and he was at the gym, just as he had been two hours before. Now, it was obvious he had found a balance. One it was obvious had spilled over to the rest of his life.

Jimin laughed at your whining and threw off his shirt and pulling down his jeans in one go. Just in his underwear, he now looked to undress you. His hands wrapped around to unzip your skirt and pull it down.

You didn't waste any time, deciding to help him by discarding the rest of your undergarments. Reaching for him, your lips found one another's again.

You closed your eyes, relishing in the day sweet taste of Jimin's lips. Coffee with the familiar burn of whiskey as if it still lingered on his lips from that first night you saw him again.

Jimin's hips moved against your own as he lined up and pushed inside you. With a whine, you reached up to clutch into his shoulders.

"Fuck, Jimin," you said, every word punctured with a breath. Moans fell from your lips of their own accord.

"God, it's so nice to hear you finally moan my name," he said. "You don't know how many nights I've dreamt about this."

His hands came to rest on your hips and you felt his cock twitch inside you as his pace grew faster and tougher.

It had been a while since you'd had sex, so you were a little more sensitive than usual, writhing around on the sheets. Taehyung's sheets. The thought only riled you up more and your own pace grew to match Jimin's.

The two of you didn't last long. Years of pent up frustration and tension finally coming to a head. You relaxed, breathless against the bed as Jimin fell on top of you. He steadied himself with his elbows, careful not to put his full weight on you.

"I want to tell you so many things," he said, resting his head against your breastbone as he looked up you. "You're so strong." His lips fluttered over your skin. "Gorgeous." Another kiss. "An amazing dancer and I already know you're going to get into the program." Kiss.

He paused when his lips came away from your skin. His dark eyes swirled like freshly poured whiskey. You'd never seen him look more beautiful. Lips swollen, hair sticking up in different directions, none of his clothes in sight.

"And I think I've fallen for you, Inna." You knew these words were coming, but it still felt as if he had lifted you above his head during a performance and dropped on the hard stage floor.

He sensed your uneasiness. Jimin's fingers quickly coming to massage your hip. "I know you're not ready, Inna. And that's okay, I'll wait until you are. I want to give you a reason to trust me."

You looked at him. Looked through him like he was a microscope and you were trying to find the deadly bacteria hidden below him. But you found nothing. Only the boy who broke your heart five years ago, admitting that he liked you.

You should feel on top of the world. You should feel like walking on air. But you only felt like you had tricked him.

Jimin knew you well enough not to take your silence personally. He wrapped you in his arms and turned so that you were resting on his chest. You let yourself enjoy the warmth, trying to ignore the thoughts racing through your mind.

[][][]

"Finally," Taehyung said. "I'm glad to see you two lovebirds finally fucked. But I'm dead tired and would appreciate it if you got out of my bed."

You moved to get up, but felt Jimin's arm tighten around your waist. He pulled the sheet up as it had slipped down over your shoulder, almost exposing your breasts to Taehyung.

"You really sure you still want to sleep here?" Jimin asked. He was much more awake than you, a smirk crossing his face as you felt his foot brush against your leg.

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "I'm taking yours then."

The other man left the room and you felt Jimin shift beside you, nuzzling his nose against the back of your neck. You slow began to wiggle from his grasp and the sheets, standing up to find your discarded clothes.

"I really should be going," you said. Finding your clothes you began to redress, not able to look back at the man still lying in bed.

"Stay with me, Inna. Please."

"I need to feed Jackson," you said, your voice quiet, but matter of fact and unwavering. "I'll see you later."

Doubt over your decision swirled in your stomach. There was no doubt that you wanted nothing more than to stay in that bed, in Jimin's arms. But, he didn't deserve his love after everything you'd done.

You were just as bad as sixteen-year-old Jimin. Probably worse because you were a fully grown woman taking revenge on a man for something he did to you as a teenager. Maybe he deserved it the first time, but he certainly didn't deserve it the second, third, or fourth times.

Yet, he stilled loved you. He didn't need to say it for you to know. The way he looked at you was enough.

"Wait," Jimin said. He'd managed to put back on his jeans and was throwing on his T-shirt as he chased after you. "Let me take you home. It's late."

"No, it's okay, Jimin. I'll be fine." Before you let him object, you walked out of the apartment and down onto the street below.

[][][]

"Jackson!" You walked inside and dropped your keys and your purse on the coffee table. "Kitty, where are you?"

Normally, Jackson would come trodding out when you came home, or he was already asleep on the couch. Yet, this time, he was nowhere to be found.

You walked into the kitchen and grabbed a can of his food. Opening it, you continued to call. Your mouth went dry when the kitten still didn't come.

One last tactic to coax Jackson out had you reaching for his bag of treats. You shook them and called his name a few more times. You even tried calling him Mochi since he seemed to respond to that too whenever Jimin used the name.

Your legs carried you to the bedroom. The bathroom. The hall closet. No kitten to be found.

Panic rose in your body. Your breaths hampered and your eyes growing wide. It was then you remembered how you'd left the door open longer than usual when you left.

Jackson was gone.

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[silvaswiftcast]

Fluffvember Prompt #6 Lost

Characters: Silva Cataracta, Ricmorn Cataracta, and Hien Rijin

Rating: Teen

Notes: Just these three being a bunch of goofs. Words contained in [brackets] are in another language, in this case, it's Doman.

Content Warnings/Additional Tags: Polyamory Relationship (V Relationship), M/F/M Relationship, Suggestive Themes, Mentions of Alcohol/Drinking, Brief Anxiety, Fluff.

“Oh, no. No, no, no—” Silva muttered, smoothing her hands over her soft sheets. “Fuck! I do not have time for this!”

The earring (horn ring, in this case) Hien gifted her at the start of their courtship was missing. A piece of beautifully handcrafted Auri jewelry as a physical sign of their relationship she wore in plain sight. A sterling silver crescent moon with the Doman symbol for “wildflower” engraved on the back of it with a two ilm-long amethyst crystal hanging from the bottom. It was something she hardly ever removed because of how important it was to her. The artist designed it in such a way that it wouldn’t tangle in her short purple and magenta waves and for long-term wear.

But there were times when it needed to be removed from her left ivory horn. Sometimes, for a thorough cleaning after wearing it for a while or to check for any damage after combat.

Or the occasional session of rough sex after being apart from one another for a lengthy period.

Where did it go? She could have sworn she had last seen it on her nightstand before falling into bed with her two lovers the night before. Or did she leave it on her desk in her office? Perhaps somewhere in the living room? There was no way she could have lost it.

Right?

If only her mind wasn’t so muddled with frantic panic and a slight hangover, she’d be able to recall clearly where exactly their late night tryst started.

Ugh!

“Seven fucking hells!” she cursed, her long ivory tail swishing behind her. The search through her blankets, sheets, and the enormous bed provided no answer. Even after she completely stripped the mattress to see if it somehow snuck its way under everything. “This is getting ridiculous! We’re going to be late to this Alliance meeting at this rate.”

An impromptu meeting at that. The Au Ra was going to strangle whoever decided to call for one. It better be something important and pressing instead of something that could have been said in a letter or over linkpearl.

She could head to the meeting without it. Not many of their friends would probably notice it missing.

But…

“Still haven’t found it?”

Silva turned to see Ricmorn walking over with concern etched in his handsome features. “No,” she sighed, carding a hand through her hair. “And I’ve looked just about everywhere in here without turning all the heavier furniture over!”

He gently shushed as he closed the distance, rubbing soothing circles into the small of her back. “We’ll find it, Silv,” he promised. “It’s around here somewhere — we both know that.” A low rumble echoed in his throat, the noise offering her more comfort and hoping it would ease her anxiety. The white mage smiled when she returned it with a quiet rumble of her own. “Here—” he murmured, uncorking a small vial filled with blue liquid, “for your headache.”

She mumbled her thanks as she took it from him, knocking the bitter medicine back and swallowing it in one go. However… she nearly choked on it when Hien sprinted down the stairs of her home, almost tripping over his feet.

“I found it!” he grinned, hurrying over to the Auri couple. And to prove he wasn’t lying, he held up the earring for them to see.

The wave of relief washing over her was immense. “Oh, thank gods!” Silva cried as she skipped over to him. She ignored how her husband chuckled behind her when her long tail started swishing. “Where in the hells did you find it?”

She watched as a red flush stained his sun-kissed skin. “It… may have gotten lost in my pile of clothes while we were rushing to undress each other,” he explained with a sheepish smile.

“Really?” she snorted.

“I told you not to worry, my dear,” Ricmorn teased.

“S-shush you!”

Before she could turn around to face him, ready with a proper retort, Hien gently grabbed her shoulder to keep her still. The black mage gazed up at him, sea-green eyes roaming over his face.

“Before you go over and give your husband a piece of your mind,” the young lord started, chuckling. “May I help you put this back in its proper place?”

“O-oh,” she breathed, blinking. And suddenly, Hien wasn’t the only person in the room blushing. “Yes, please— go ahead.”

He gave her a warm smile, pressing his lips to her forehead in a sweet kiss before getting to work. His fingers tucked some of the looser purple waves behind her ivory horn so he could have a clear view. It took a few seconds to find the small hole in the horn meant for this type of jewelry, but once he did, the hook slipped through. He made sure the backing was secured in place before trailing his fingers along the flat edge of her horn. The pleased growl rumbling in her throat at the tender action made his heart flutter.

“There, back where it belongs,” he said.

Silva pressed a kiss to his warm palm when his hand pulled away. “Thank you, [my heart.]” 

“Of course, [wildflower.]”

The Doman pair jumped when Ricmorn cleared his throat, turning to find him smirking.

“If you two have finished flirting, we have a meeting to get to,” he said, his chest shaking with silent laughter. “One that we’re about to be late for.”

Both men watched as Silva scrambled to collect the rest of her things, amused by the colorful string of Hannish curses leaving her as she shoved them into her bag. And then she was laughing when she grabbed their hands and pulled them up the stairs with her.

[nazmazh]

Man, just thinking back to moral panics again.

It wasn't quite as sustained as like, the early 90s panic that led to the formation of the ESRB, but remember how up in arms some reactionaries were about Mass Effect having sex scenes in it?

Like, relatively tame scenes that were in-line with its M rating. Pretty tame compared to stuff that's been allowed in R-Rated movies (I don't know that I've ever actually seen those scenes tbh, but from what it sounds like, they're probably closer to the PG-13 side of the scale, and might only need a little different editing to get them there, at least, by movie standards, if BioWare/EA wanted to).

But still, the idea that a mainstream game would have any depiction of sex? It was outrageous! It was disgusting! It was positively pornographic!

Heck, they got their activists on actual news shows (Okay, well, Fox News at least) to claim that it was actually porn in a video game. A video game that was definitely a children's toy, like all video games.

And this was just a few years after the Hot Coffee controversy where an abandoned sex mini-game was dummied out, but not actually removed from the game in GTA: San Andreas. Because the devs had realized that it probably wasn't going to fly anyway. But, because they hadn't properly removed it, some modders were able to reactivate and gain access to... the blocky, fully-clothed thrusting, accompanied by the audio of the implied, fade-to-black sex scene that was left in the game.

But yes, unsurprisingly that was also met with outrage and wailing and gnashing of teeth.

Nowadays, though?

There's just straight-up sex scenes in Baldur's Gate 3. Absolutely not to the level of "pornographic" or anything, but there's more skin shown - Fully frontal nudity from all participants, including some level of mix-and-match gender fluidity if you want there to be, and all characters are attracted equally to all genders and they can be combined in any pairing you wish - And multiple partners in some cases.

There's also the fact that one companion/partner can and will shapeshift into a bear during the act.

That's the big "wait, really?" one, though there's definitely a few other scenes that definitely would raise some eyebrows.

But I can't say I've heard even the slightest peep from the moral crusaders about the game. Heck, it's even Dungeons & Dragons-based, and they used to love accusing that whole property of being a satanic plot to recruit and sacrifice children.

Honestly? The most complaints I've heard about BG3 are from chuds upset that you can pick your pronouns and have trans and nonbinary character options - That gets grouped into the general "woke is bad" banner.

Times really have changed. Outrage ain't what it used to be.

I suppose in the years between Mass Effect and now, there's been a lot more sex scenes in M-rated games - The Witcher series prominently comes to mind. And the outrage has seemed quieter, more reduced every time. Nowadays, I think they just largely pass by un-commented on, unless they have some other "woke ideology" in the games.

I guess I keep coming back to that "outrage has changed" point because it really has.

They don't seem to go after individual works anymore - Not in the same way. They'll focus on broader themes and paint a whole swath of works as "woke" and complain about those themes and try to get them removed from the works if possible - Demanding changes, making mods to remove game content, and failing that calling for a broad ban - Not just the individual work, but all works where you uh... choose pronouns, I guess, for instance.

It's probably much the same as any other medium. The culture war evolves as the medium is no longer inherently scary and unfamiliar.

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Love in a Hopeless World

A/N: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I’m back with another fic for you! This was one of the options given to me.

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Male reader

Requested: @evansphnx12

Rating: Mature

Warnings: NSFW, smut, bottom male reader, sir kink, degradation, creampie, size kink, Choking kink, breeding kink, masturbation, and all characters are above the age of 18+

Word Count: 2355

Summary: Its turns out there weren't that many supplies in the old abandoned campus. So, you and Chris have to go deeper into the city to find more but during the little scavenge, Chris began to dirty thoughts...

I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad! And sorry for any errors that are found!

If you like what I write, how about check out my masterlist?

Keys:

M/n: Male name.

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[1]

[2] YOU ARE HERE

DISCLAIMER!: I never played or watched any gameplay of the resident evil series. And this doesn’t follow any of the resident evil timelines, it’s on its own.

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MINORS DNI. FEMALE READERS… I’LL ALLOW YOU TO READ MY FICS BUT DO NOT FETISHIZE ANY OF MY STORIES

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Previously...

Then y'all had another round of hot steamy sex. And the others at the base had a hard time sleeping that night.

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Your eyes twitch at the unpleasant light hitting it directly. 'It's morning already?' you moved around only to feel wet sheets. 'What happened last night?'

Then you felt a body move and a muscular arm grab you, pulling you closer. You could feel the warmth, and muscular chest pushed against your back.

'Oh! That's right!' now you remembered why you were all sticky and sleeping against Chris. 'I had sex with my superior! But he felt the same.'

Then you felt Chris move around and waking up. "Hey, baby boy," Chris said with a raspy and deep voice. "Morning." you pressed your lips against his.

"If you continue, we may have to repeat what we did last night, baby," Chris growled as pulled back, gripping your waist. You smirked before getting up.

"Come one, we have to get ready. We have important business," you said. "Ugh, can't we just sleep in and have some... Fun?" Chris complained.

"I know you haven't had sex in 5 years but we need to go get those people. We'll have fun at the end of the day," you said stressing your muscles and popping your back.

The bed creaked meaning he finally got off his ass to get ready. "We need to go get those survivors. And scavenge for more supplies," you said putting your armor on and fixing it up.

After you both got your gear and weapons, you both walked into the main area with all the others.

Everybody looked at you both and immediately looked at way. There was awkwardness in the room. 'They must have heard me last night!' Hell! maybe the whole city heard it is quiet

"Uh,- sir... We have a situation." one of the soldiers said. "shot." Chris said. "Well... it turns out there weren't that many supplies found on the campus. We need more supplies if weren't gonna go get those survivors." the soldier said

You heard listening but your mind began to wonder. You still couldn't let go of the past, you remembered one of your siblings was accepted into MIT. This was 3 months after the Raccoon City Incident.

You would see on the news- Raccoon City survivors being discriminated against by the American people. "Hey, what do I keep saying?" Chris said next to you. His conversation was done.

"Stop thinking about the past, it's long gone," you replied, mimicking his voice. Chris laughed, "Okay, baby. But we need to go get those people."

You nodded but kind of chuckled at the fact that he didn't want to do anything today but now wants to do business.

"Come on, M/n! We have to get going. EVERYONE, protect the base at all cost." Chris commanded. "YES SIR!" they all said at the same time.

You, Chris, and a few others left the confines of the base. Even though it was morning, the sky still had a grey color to it. You open the door to the back seat and closed it.

"We should be there in 20 minutes or less." the driver said starting the engine up. "Alright, let's go." the armored car pulled out before driving down the messy road.

It wasn't long before you reached the waterfront. You could see the skyline perfectly, most buildings were on the verge of collapsing. Others were burnt to where the wall showed the skeleton.

Up ahead, you saw a bridge leading into Cambridge was destroyed. 'Longfellow Bridge.' You have been to Boston before and got to explore everything before the world went hell.

The ride continued for a while. There was nothing or anyone in sight. You could see the freeway ahead but like all other ways leading into Cambridge was destroyed.

"We're closing in on Bunker Hill. They said they are taking refuge by the monument." one of them said.

And wouldn't you know it? In the distance, you could see the tall granite obelisk peaking out. It kind of looked like the one down in D.C. but this one is still standing.

What you meant by "This one is still standing" is because the capital was hit by a nuclear warhead, along with other cities across the US.

The President and other government officials were evacuated and the countries important documents were evacuated as well. So, the legacy of the US would still live.

That means the President is still alive and is in some remote area devoid of zombie life.

"I see some people! They appear to be walking around." one of the soldiers said. And the people seem to notice us because they were waving at us.

"Stop the car," Chris said, the car stopped. He and others got out. Two of the survivors looked familiar? Like you have seen them before. They both were tall and had beards.

They walked up to y'all. "Please, are you here to rescue us?" one of them pleaded. "Yes, we're here to take you to our temporary base," Chris said.

They all smiled and some hugged each other. Chris ordered the soldiers to help some things and you approached the two survivors. "Why do you two look familiar?"

One of them laughed and smiled. "Well...- are you fan of Captain America and Thor?"

Your jaw dropped and your eyes widen. "No. Way. You're Chris Evans and Hemsworth!" you were lost at speech. "I thought y'all was dead! I- how-"

"Well, we survived! I'm not too sure about the others though..." Chris H said with that thick Australian accent. You both were just talking, unknown to Chris R was glaring holes into your head.

After y'all returned to MIT Dorms, you still talked with Chris E and H. You didn't even acknowledge Chris R's glares.

He was getting more and more jealous. 'I hate those two!' Chris yelled in his mind. They were taking your attention from him.

"We have to go M/n! We need to find supplies." Chris yelled at you. 'What's wrong with him?' you thought to yourself. "Bye guys!" You waved at the two Chris.

"He was fun to talk to." Chris H said and Chris E agreed.

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TIMESKIP (To Supermarket)

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You and Chris arrived at the market. There were some abandoned cars in the parking lot. "Come on." You both walked to the doors and opened them.

The place was absolutely trashed. Lights flickering, aisles tipped over, some cans on the floor - also money, which was useless-, and the roof caved in on the left side.

"Look for non-perishables. Canned food would be good and find any water- if there is any that is." you nodded your head before going down one of the aisles.

There were some canned foods but no water. The smell of a rotting corpse filled the air, you could hear flies buzzing. "Ugh." you covered your nose and looked at the rotting corpse. "Poor bastard..."

Meanwhile, Chris was looking for the same stuff, but he was still bitter about you talking to those guys. And completely ignoring him. He could already imagine your punishment.

He could imagine you begging for more, feeling the tightness of your ass wrapped around his cock. 'Shit.' Chris was getting hard. His cock was feeling restricted by the tight pants.

"Hurry up, M/n!" Chris yelled from the other side of the store. "Okay!" you finished gathering anything you could find. 'Why are we leaving early? We have few more places to loot/raid.'

You left the aisles and made your way to the front doors. "Come on, we have to go." you both we made went to the vehicle and drove back to base.

You had found some supplies. 15 canned foods, and some water as well. It wasn't much, but it's something.

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TIMESKIP (Arrival at the base.)

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You and Chris arrived at MIT. You were gonna go talk with Chris E and H, but Chris R wasn't having it.

"Hey-" Chris grabbed your hand and began to rush to the room. Everyone knew what was gonna happen. 'Ah, shit- there gonna go at it again.'

At the room, Chris pinned you against the wall and latched his lips onto yours. The kiss rough, his much larger body pushed against yours shows the difference in size.

His tongue pushed against your teeth telling you to open them. You slowly pushed your mouth, Chris immediately pushed his tongue and invaded your mouth.

"Mmm-" you moaned into the kiss as Chris began to grip your ass. "Up." He growled into your ear. You wrapped your legs around his waist and continued to make out.

He lifted you and carried you to the bed. He slammed you onto your back before pulling away and attacking your neck. "A-ah!" Chris found your sweet spot.

"You belong to me, M/n! I claimed you that night we had sex last night!" Chris growled. "Strip." he quickly removed his clothes, leaving him in his boxers.

You could see the outline thick meaty cock. "You got hard from just kissing me?" you laughed. "You don't talk me like that! You're the slut here." Chris growled as he gripped and slapped your thighs.

You whimpered under the touch. "Look at you, whimpering under me. And your pathetic cock got hard from me hitting you. But let's see what this ass has to say." Chris said as he put your legs on his shoulders

You then felt his thick slicked fingers at your entrance. One finger slips in, your muscles immediately clenched at the invader. "M-mm." you gripped the sheets as his finger pushed deeper.

Then a second finger went in. You clench even more as it did a scissor motion. "Aagh!" you felt his fingers touch the bundle of pleasure. "You're ready."

Chris pulled his fingers out to see your hole doing a grabbing motion. 'Fuck... that's hot.' Chris threw his head back while jerking his cock. "Can't wait to pound this slutty boipussy."

You felt his fat tip push past your tight ring. "Mmm... C-Chris!-"

Smack

"YOU DON'T CALL ME THAT! You didn't learn from last time? You. Call. Me. Sir. You got that?" Chris growled/yelled. "Y-yes, Sir... It's just that... You're so big..." You whimpered.

Then with one Thrust, Chris pushed his entire cock inside. "See? You're taking all 12 inches of me! Fuck, so tight..." Chris groaned. His cock was touching your prostate.

His thick meaty cock filled your insides perfectly. Like you were made for each other. "Y-you're... splitting m-me... in two!" you moaned as you felt it throb and twitch.

"P-please... fuck me... make me your slut." you begged. Chris smirked before snapping his hips.

He began pounding into you. His big cum-filled balls smacked against your ass as he thrusts harder. "S-sir! Y-you feel... s-so good!" You moaned as you threw your head back and gripped the sheets tighter.

"You think those guys can fuck you like I do?! Only I can give you this pleasure, only me!" Chris growled as he thrust harder, hitting your prostate repeatedly.

You used the last of your strength to get up and wrapped your arms around Chris's neck. You clawed his back as he thrust more, you were sure those were gonna leave marks.

"Maybe those guys can give me more pleasure," you smirked at your fake statement. You heard a deep growl as Chris dropped you on the bed and flipped you onto your stomach.

"You fucking slut! Only I can give you this much pleasure! Those guys don't deserve you. Bet their cocks aren't as big as mines." Chris growled as he gripped your hips.

Sounds of skin-slapping and balls slapping against your ass filled the room and the others in the building had to hear it. The walls weren't soundproof.

Your cock was twitching, ready to release a load. "You're about to cum without me touching you! Well, I'm -FUCK- about to cum too." Chris groaned as you tighten around him.

"P-please... give me... y-your load!" You moaned as you arched your back to give Chris more access. "Want me to fill this slutty ass with my cum? Gonna... cum... soon!"

After 5 more thrusts, Chris reached his breaking point, and so did you.

"FUCK! I'M CUMMING! CUM WITH ME!" Chris groaned, he wrapped his hand around cock stroking it before you released it all over his hand. That was enough for him.

"FUCK!" you felt his cock twitch before pumping his hot load inside, filling you up to the brim.

*Breathing intensifies*

Chris collapses onto the bed right next to you with his cock still inside. You felt him pull out with his cum leaking out. "I'll never leave you for those two. My heart only beats for you," you said sincerely turning over to face him.

"I'll never leave you too. We'll be together until our time runs out." Chris said pulling you into a kiss filled with passion and love.

'There is still Love in a Hopeless World.'

THE END.

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A/N: Finally this is done! I hoped you enjoy this, by 🍓Little Strawberries🍓!

[pameluke]

Socks

Emmett/Travis, references to Michael, rated M because naked cuddling in bed as always. A little ficlet about love and socks, that I might expand on someday, but for now I just had to get out of my head.

Emmett is a socks-on kind of guy.

Travis didn’t notice at first. When they hooked up, or when they were Just Friends Who Cant Stop Having Sex, Emmett never just slept over. He came over, and he slept, but the keyword was he came.

He never stayed over without them getting off first, and getting off meant clothes getting off, before or after. Either way, the socks came off, because if Travis had the pleasure of having someone as hot as Emmett in his bed, he was going to enjoy it, and that meant getting his hands all over his hot, naked, body.

Then they quit having sex, and quit being friends for a while and it all sucked until Travis got his shit together and Emmett somehow flourished in the middle of a pandemic and somehow life threw him a bone and they worked it out.

Travis has Emmett in his life in all the ways he wants to. He stays over, a lot. They fuck, a lot. But mostly, he stays. Is there when Travis comes home. Kisses Travis hello when he wakes up after a double shift. Tucks himself in against Travis’s back after a run and a mourning shower when Travis needs to catch up on sleep.

Emmett likes to show off. It’s convenient, because Travis likes to look. Especially at Emmett, who is gorgeous and beautiful and built but not too much, his skin golden and speckled with freckles that make Travis want to touch and his chest broad and dusted with hair that makes Travis wants to rub himself all over him. So yeah, Travis likes to look, and Emmett must have caught up at some point, because he always finds a reason to get rid of his shirt.

But now it’s winter, and after their too hot summer, it’s actually kind of nice to layer up. Turns out Emmett looks hot in cosy sweaters too, and Travis didn’t appreciate that enough last winter.

It’s even better to get Emmett out of his clothes, because now there are so many layers Travis gets remove, like unwrapping a gift, building expectation until Travis gets to enjoy all that carefully hidden skin. It’s great, and Travis gets enthusiastic and dramatically throws Emmett’s socks away after pulling them off Emmett’s feet with his teeth — he’s aiming for sexy and landing somewhere between ridiculous and charming, but it makes Emmett smile and slide his foot down Travis’s chest before he pulls Travis on top of him, so Travis counts it as a win.

But after, when Travis is too lazy to move and wants to enjoy some naked cuddling in the afterglow, Emmett betrays him and gets out of bed.

“Where are you going?” Travis is not too ashamed to whine. He worked hard for his cuddles, dammit, he earned them.

“Just getting my socks, don’t worry. Damn Travis, how far did you throw these?”

“I didn’t think you would need them! Come back to bed.” Travis sits up, letting the duvet pool around his middle. Maybe his chest isn’t as clearly defined as Emmett’s, but he has it on good authority Emmett is into him, and Travis is not afraid to play dirty.

Emmett doesn’t see the way Travis artfully drapes the duvet around himself, because he’s too busy looking for socks. “It’s winter, I get cold,” he defends himself. He doesn’t pull on his t-shirt or the pajamas he keeps around for lazy Sundays with Vic and Theo.

“Just grab a new pair and come spoon me. “ Travis pulls the duvet back up, pretending to shiver. “I’m getting cold without you.”

Travis can see by the way Emmett’s shoulders move that he’s rolling his eyes at Travis, but whatever. Mission accomplished, Emmett grabs a pair of Travis’s socks, gets into bed and wraps himself around Travis, nose tucked into Travis’s neck. He pushes a knee between Travis’s thighs and squeezes his socked toes between Travis’s calfs.

It feels familiar. Comfortable and cosy.

Something clicks in Travis’s heart, like a clock before the hour strikes, all its radars connected and fallen into place.

Michael used to wear the same. Socks and briefs and nothing else, no matter the season. Travis isn’t sure if it was just because it was Michael, but Travis always found it sexy and charming and kind of a turn-on.

Maybe he shouldn’t have mocked Vic’s dead-lover socks because Travis kind of has to swallow back emotion just thinking about them now.

But it’s not really about Michael, not really. Or not only him. It’s because Michael and Emmett have this little but specific thing in common, and it connects them in Travis heart. Because Travis loved and loves them both.

Emmett pulls Travis a little tighter against himself. “You okay? Feeling nice and warm now?”

“Yeah.” He reaches for where Emmett’s fingers are splayed over his stomach and tangles their fingers together. “All warm and cosy. You? Socks worth leaving the bed for?” It comes out incredibly soft and fond, but Travis doesn’t really care. Emmett can know Travis loves this about him.

Emmett smiles against the back of Travis’s neck. “Worth it. Feeling very cosy. With my boyfriend’s warm socks,” Emmett wiggles his toes, “and my even warmer boyfriend.”

Travis knows he should tease back, but his heart feels too full, so all he says is, “that’s good.”

Because it is.

[allandoflimbo]

Ashens (Part 24)

Summary: She falls in love with Bucky Barnes from the moment she sees him. Bucky, still in love with a woman from his past, hates Y/N and plans to make her life miserable. To both their dismay, they are assigned together to go undercover into The Capitol for six months. There, they develop a heartbreaking friend with benefits agreement. Dystopian.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 4,700

Rating: M for Mature, E for explicit. Enemies to lovers trope, sharing a bed trope, friends with benefits trope, temporarily unrequited love, heavy and angry sex, heavy on the angst, and very strong language.

Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat

I hope it's gonna make you notice

“…I’m in the military, sir…”

“…James, that’s my father, okay? If anything, let’s just be glad he didn’t kill you. He’s like that with everyone…And the soldier thing, he’s weird about that. I’m not sure why…”

Bucky lies awake in bed, fluffy pillow behind his head and one leg peeking out from the blankets, as random memories knack away at his brain in pulses. They weren’t new memories, but they were memories that he never looked at the way he was now.

He doesn’t know why now, he doesn’t know what triggered it, but they were clicking together.

After years of replaying the same moments in his head, there was a nagging feeling that was telling him that there was something not adding up.

He doesn’t know if it’s because he’s seeing things differently, if he’s feeling things differently.

Whatever it was, he knew there was something…off.

There was something off about Daisy’s story about her dad’s story, something was off about the way he was against Bucky fighting in the military, and her death was coinciding so much with his capture.

He doesn’t like the feeling in his stomach as he remembers.

When Bucky asked about her brother and what that whole commotion back at the club was she was blatantly honest with him.

“My father’s not a good guy. He’s been wanting some something from one of these performers that was suppose to be there last night, but turns out they weren’t even on the set list. He had lied about it, we don’t know where he is.”

Bucky raises a brow at this, “You do his dirty work for him?”

“No, I don’t like to get involved in that. It’s a dangerous lifestyle. I have to think about my future family. I was only there yesterday because my brother wanted to get me out of the house for once.”

Bucky isn’t too gleam on the fact that her family are borderline criminals and that she basically supports it, and for a fraction of a second he almost doesn’t buy it, but he decides to mention this later on, not wanting to ruin their moment.

Bucky shifts his leg as he continues to remember that conversation. Why was he not against it? Why did he never question the crimes? Was he that distracted by her?

Bucky smiles at her comment, but then his brows furrowed together in an adorable way that made Daisy giggle and bring her hand to his cheek, “What is it, James?”

What is it, James?

Bucky looks over to see you laying next to him, sat up with your back against the headboard reading some book with a beige cover.

You hadn’t taken notice of his self discomfort yet, emerged in your reading, tucking your bottom lip into your mouth.

Why was he remembering all of this now? Why was he feeling sick?

When they pulled away she slowly dragged her thumb across his plump bottom lip. He watched her like she was the most gorgeous and interesting thing on the planet.

“James?” He responded with a sound on confirmation and she continued, “do you think we are moving too fast?”

He grabbed her hand that was on his face and for a fraction of a moment she thought that that was it, they were over. This was clearly too unrealistic. But instead he brought her hand up over both his lips and he kissed her gingerly.

“Yes.” He whispered behind her hand, making sure he was making direct eye contact with her.

Her face dropped. “Yes?” Her voice was worried, cautious.  

He started trailing kisses down her hand, her wrist, her forearms. He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck making her groan.

It wasn’t that Daisy didn’t like being pampered but she wanted to take this very seriously. With a reluctant sigh - because what he was doing to her flesh just felt so good - she delicately removes her arm from Bucky’s grasp. He narrowed his eyes as she moved away towards the head board, suddenly wondering if maybe he said the wrong thing.

Her eyes trickled his features and down his perfect little nose.

“I knew it since the moment I laid my eyes on you. That’s how you know it’s real. This isn’t crazy, it’s ludicrous. But it works for us. I want to be with you.”

After his little speech Daisy looked him dead in the eye, not batting one lash.

“Then come have dinner with my family.”

Was it too fast? He had barely known her and she was asking him to meet her family. Criminals.

But why would she give away such dire information if it were true?

Bucky sat up slowly, as if if he were to move too quickly, the bed would collapse underneath him.

His eyes had a far away look in him, and he was as pale as he felt.

You feel him shift and your eyes flicker up to him.

You frown.

Her blue eyes glisten with gentle tears, probably thinking the same exact thing. None of it still feels real.

Her, she, doesn’t feel real.

They spent nearly every night together just talking about what Bucky would do when he came back home after camp. Things like how they would have to go see the stars on the back of an outskirts farmhouse, how they would have to go to every club in the city and laugh their night away, how he would take her to coney island with him and Steve and show her a “good time” on the ferris wheel, and how they would definitely have to meet her family.

“They’re great, you’ll love them.” She had said as they laid in bed together just hours before, merely cuddling with clothes on.

“Oh, come on doll, even your Dad?”

Daisy hesitated for a moment and her hand that was rubbing his chest stopped suddenly.

Bucky noted this and they met eyes.

Bucky feels his heart palpitate and he opens and closes his right hand, sitting up.

“Bucky, what’s wrong?” You ask softly, closing your book.

“Dad has been gone for four weeks and I don’t know why. Jimmy has gone with him- it’s just me and mother. I overheard her saying something about Germany but I’m not quite sure.. Or maybe it was something else. Though none of that matters to me, James- I want you. Please come home to me.”

For some reason, a chill ran down his back as he reread the words “something about Germany”.

Like an awful memory that has never happened, he sees a child in front of him. It was a little girl and she screamed in agony for mercy. She was getting strangled to death by his own hand, a silver glint caught his eye-

“James!”

“Bucky.”

Your voice pulls him out of his trance for just a moment.

He looks up to you, your eyes interlacing in a silent conversation of understanding.

He was revealing something to himself and you could tell that whatever that was it was leaving him overcome by feelings.

At the end of the day, he knows that he’s just insanely protective of Steve. Which is why his arm instinctively goes around him when Rogers almost gets hit by a speeding vehicle that abruptly stops to halt in front of them on the curb. With his mind far away, he hadn’t realized they were already standing on the sidewalk in front of one bright sign labeled Cotton Club.

Had Bucky known better, he would’ve had him on his left.

After that introduction, the two boys look over to the object that almost killed them.

It was pure black, the countless lights coming from the surrounding buildings and cars bouncing off its surface. The rain must’ve made it even shinier, the lights made a reflection so bright that it had everyone staring. Men looked in awe and a young paper boy, standing on the corner working over time, wondered if that would someday be his future.

With a look of disgust, Steve was repulsed by the obscurity of the man’s driving having nearly hit him. He wondered why people had no respect and he desperately wanted to punch his face in. Either that or give him a pep talk about general safety.

“What a twit.” He snarls, dusting off his small suspenders and kicking the invisible debris off his lapels.

Bucky’s face held something different. It explained why the woman staring had looked on in pure jealousy. He stared forward completely emotionless. He was neither annoyed at the fact that he almost just got run over and killed and nor in obsession over the Duesenberg J.

It was the beautiful goddess emerging from the passenger seat that caught his full attention.

On her left hand was a pearl and diamond bracelet and she used it to skim over the top of the priceless car door for leverage to push herself gracefully up from the leather seat. Her other hand was wrapped up in a prestige white glove. It held onto the hem of her silver sparkling gown, a long white cigar between her digits. Her gorgeous dress looked heavy, you could tell it was so properly made and expensive because it must’ve weighed as much as her petite self. The reason being that it hugged her body at just the perfect places, showing off her curves gracefully.

Her perfect blonde hair was pulled slick back by a diamond hair clip to the side in huge voluminous waves. The dress showed just enough back, the material dipping down towards the floor, the dip ending just above her bottom. The entire thing was held by two tiny silver straps on her shoulders.

In a sentimental Mood by Duke Ellington seemed to have played perfectly in sync with the exact moment she shut the door behind her. She looked up to read the sign, her perfect profile looking up in awe.

Bucky stands up from the bed, back rigid and face hard with anger.

No.

It couldn’t be.

He swallows thickly, gaze going towards you again.

He doesn’t know why he keeps looking at you.

Ironically, beneath his anger and betrayal, he also began to feel embarrassment.

He’s momentarily startled out of his trance when he feels a small hand grab his elbow.  He looks down and his eyes meet a small concerned Steve. Well, to be fairly honestly, he looked more pissed than concerned.

Bucky doesn’t feel the patience to deal with talking anything out, he’s too busy thinking about Daisy. But he feels like he should at least say something so he can get everyone off his back, “What is it?”

Steve looks at him likes he’s crazy and then manically gestures towards the entrance of the club, probably pointing to where Daisy just left through.

“Bucky, what the heck was that? Who was that? You know her?”

“I didn’t know her. No.” Bucky doesn’t realize he’s saying it out loud.

He’s shaking his head to himself, mumbling.

“Bucky, who are you talking to?” You’re growing even more concerned by the second now.

The silence was broken by his strong voice.

“You’re real.”

She smiles in a way that makes him smile too. It was contagious and bright. He caresses her skin one more time.

He felt her own hand come over his and she whispers, “I’m real.”

“Not real.”

You are more than concerned at this point.

“What are you talking about?”

“Maybe it was the fact that my body had finally developed into a women’s body. My breasts were now fully perked and my legs were long and porcelain gorgeous; all I knew was they figured I could be put to good use.”

He shook his head and Bucky blinked away heavy tears.“I-“

The pretty woman rolled her eyes and crossed her legs, revealing a long slit that ran up her dress. It was just enough skin for Bucky’s hand to get sweaty.

He waited until the perfect opportunity when the man had walked towards the direction of the stage, making his way into the back behind the curtain.

“It wasn’t real.”

“You do his dirty work for him?”

“It wasn’t real.”

“My father’s not a good guy.”

Bucky remembers them poking him with IV drops and then sticking his head in a blender. His owns screams fill his head. It was so painful.

“Reason unknown, ongoing investigation"

“I wasn’t going to let you keep her. She enticed you. She won you. It was always supposed to be you.”

“…blonde 21 year old was found shot…”

“Daisy,” he whispered. He traced her features with his hand, and just like that the fear escaped his eyes, and instead of scared he was now feeling complete love and he was ready because knew this is what he wanted forever. He wanted her, “Will you marry me?”

“…Her family has been under investigation after her father’s disappearance —…”

“But you jeopardized it, Soldat. It wasn’t real.”

The memories are sucked out of him like a vacuum and his dark eyes meet yours, again, across the bed.

You had never seen his pupils so blown before.

You were terrified.

Your eyes go down to his flesh hand that is twitching against his thigh.

“Bucky.” You say cautiously, one more time. It was almost like you were afraid to get closer to him.

“I—“ his voice was hoarse.

He looks away and clears his throat. He blinks away the heavy daze, allowing it all to sink in until it settles in his stomach in a surprising pool of acceptance.

He sees you again and for some reason he feels okay.

It scares him.

It scared him how you took something that had been bothering him for so long, away that quickly.

In that moment he knows.

“I remembered something.” Your eyebrows came together suddenly. Nearly moments ago he looked heartbroken but now he just looked shocked and angry.

“What did you remember? I thought you had your memories back. In Wakanda.”

“I-I did,” he squeaks out running a hand through his hair, “maybe I’m just remembering differently, or adding pieces together, I don’t know, I can’t tell. It has to be, because it makes sense. It makes so much sense now, and I can’t—and she—”

“Bucky you’re rambling,” he stops and you continue to look at each other. His face drops all traces of anger and it softens, “Talk to me, I’m right here.” You whisper.

Bucky looks down at you and nods. No hesitancy.

“Give me your hands.” You say, reaching for him. He doesn’t hold back from doing so, and once you have his hands in yours, you pull him up onto the bed so he’s kneeling on it next to you.

Bucky takes a few minutes to compose himself before he says it:

“I think Daisy and her family were Hydra.” He says it like he’s afraid of his own words.

As if every word in that phrase was a curse word.

Somehow, it relieves him.

His chest feels light, shoulders worn. He can breathe.

+ + +

“I should’ve known it was too fast. Too perfect,” you’re also stunned as he tells you everything, his hands still in yours, “but—but I don’t think she was always hydra. I think she wanted out when I was captured and they killed her for it.”

You don’t deny it, that hurts. Despite never knowing the girl and secretly holding envy for her, it pains you.

“Oh, Bucky.”

He shakes his head, eyebrows furrowing together.

“But it was a lie. She enticed me, she fucking—“ Bucky sucks in a deep breath, “she was trying to lure me in. There was nothing real about it.” He says the word like it’s venom on his lips.

You feel him rub his thumb over the back of your hand.

“You don’t know that -”

He shakes his head again, “She was Hydra!” He doesn’t say it angrily as much as he says it in a way to announce it to himself.

He needed to say it out loud. He needed to let it sink in.

You watch Bucky as he becomes completely numb, and somehow free, in front of you.

For some reason you expected more heartbreak from him for discovering something so horrible about a woman he claimed he loved so much, a woman he wanted to marry, but instead all you got from him was anger and acceptance.

Little did you know, Bucky was in the same boat as you.

Why wasn’t he as heat shattered as he’d expect?

“I-“ he’s speechless as he looks around, trying to find something, but he does’t know what.

You think you’re more shocked than him and you quickly grab his arm, bringing him against you for a tight hug.

He hugs you back immediately, hand running up your shoulder blade and onto the back of your hair.

Minutes pass by. Many minutes.

“It was all a lie,” he whispers still holding onto. you, “All of it. I really was alone. I thought I finally had someone, but—It wasn’t real.”

You don’t know what to say as you run your hand up the back of his head.

It’s not until you pull him in tighter that he realizes it.

It was you.

You were there reason this didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would. His heart no longer wanted to be with someone who was long gone.

It wanted to stay here.

Here.

He never thought he would ever feel this way ever again, and he never thought he would trust this hard ever again.

Realizing truth relived him of buried pain, and he wanted you to keep holding him, to keep helping him go through this.

He says your name softly.

“Yes?”

“I want to talk about everything.”

You stiffen for a moment as you let his words sink in. You weren’t exactly sure what he was talking about.

“What are you talking about?” You ask.

“All of it. Everything that I did. I need to get it out, I can’t keep doing this, holding it in, keeping it inside —”

The euphoria through your blood is addicting.

“Tell me.”

He loved slow dancing.

He loved the Yankees.

He loved math and Howard Stark.

He went to the Stark Expo every year.

He loved The Hobbit and he loved jazz.

He loved New York City.

He loved Brooklyn the most.

He misses flat hats.

He loved telling jokes.

His mother died when he was young.

His sister was taken away from him.

He cried when he couldn’t see her.

His father died not too long after.

He never enlisted despite his love for the military.

He was drafted.  

He experienced World War II but on the enemy side.

He fought with Hitler’s and Hydra’s men.

He was loved by the KGB.

He loved Prague.

He trained the girls in the red room.

He remembers every young girl.

He was told to kill four kids on a mission once in Bucharest.

He was tormented, beaten raw, and kept in a concrete cell between cryo periods.

He was only occasionally fed, most years spent asleep.

He was treated like an animal. They tied him to the wall once in the cell, with a chain around his neck.

He was brain washed.

He was sexually assaulted by Hydra.

He doesn’t remember if he was raped, which could be his brain’s way of protecting himself from more trauma.

He reminds you that loved Howard Stark.

He killed Howard Stark.

He killed Maria Stark.

He was the one that stole the super soldier serum from the Stark’s and provided it to Hydra.

He was the fist of Hydra.

He killed many other good men. Over two dozen assassinations.

He killed JFK.

He never wanted to do any of it.

He remembers all of it.

They named him a hero on the Wall of Valor before S.H.I.E.L.D fell.

He was taken into Wakanda, freed of his trigger words.

He still loved New York City.

He was pardon him, despite everything.

They named him an Avenger.

He remembers it all.

You’re laying down facing each other and you continue to watch him as he tells you everything.

It’s one of the most surreal experiences of your life and you find yourself in total awe.  

This was the Bucky Barnes you had been longing to see. This was the man you knew was hidden beneath layers of hurt and anger.

You had seen it before he even told you.

The fact that he even trusted you enough to be this transparent with you is what makes you so happy.

His eyes brightened as he played with a string on the blanket between you.

“And Friends,” his voice is small and there’s a little smile on his mouth. Your heart swells as you watch it, “I love Friends.”

You bite your tongue as you smile.

Bucky stared at you, just as amazed at himself as he was at you. He couldn’t believe he told it all to you.

It was as if Daisy’s image had begun to dissolve and he was finally seeing clearly.

He didn’t hate you. He never hated you.

His fingers peak out slowly to take a hold of your pinky.

It was the opposite. He wanted you.

He feels himself breaking when you pull away from his touch. His smile falls.

“I’m proud of you,” you say quietly, sitting up again, “For finally talking about it.” You mean it, “Thank you.”

It takes him a few seconds to eventually look away and he turns onto his back. Bucky drapes an arm over his stomach, letting out a long breath of contentment.

He felt free.

To do what?

He looks over at you again as you pull your book back out.

This. This is what freedom got him. You.

But it you weren’t his. He clears his throat.

“How are things with your boyfriend?”

You don’t like talking about Pietro with Bucky.

“It’s fine,” you answer anyway, “We only had one date. And I got sick, so hopefully the next one will be better.”

Bucky swallows thickly. Why was he feeling like this? He should be happy for you. You wanted this. You deserved this.

“What do you plan to do when it’s time for us both to leave and go back?” He asks.

You don’t miss the way he mentions both of you to leave and your eyes quickly flicker to him.

“I don’t know yet,” you say hoarsely, filled with unexpected relief.

+ + +

Bucky doesn’t remember experiencing this kind of happiness since he was nineteen and him and Steve went to go see a baseball game after scoring a date with two pretty girls on the F train.

He’s happy.

Ashen peaks up at him from behind dark lashes, smiling so hard his eyes peak up at the side, turning them into thin slits. Bucky’s aren’t too far off as he mimics the boy’s laughter.

“Connect four?” Bucky asks, chuckling.

“Yeah, you’ve gotta try it. It’s so fun.” The Ashens says happily, pulling out the little game from underneath his bed. Bucky wants to ask him why he has it hidden, but he doesn’t. He just reminds him that they need to stay quiet, “plus, it’s the only game I have anyway. But it’s fun Mr. Bucky.”

“Haha, alright lets try it.” Bucky says.

They sit across from each other on the floor, setting up the little game and dividing their colored chips. Ashen’s goes first, dropping in a yellow one.

Bucky picks up a red one with his flesh hand and drops it right next to the yellow. They continue for a bit until Ashens notices Bucky isn’t connecting his colors.

“No, you have to try to get a straight line and connect it!” He laughs, “you suck at this."

“Oh, no! What did I do?” Bucky exclaims, laughing.

“You’re not very smart for an Avenger.” Ashens remarks.

“Okay,” Bucky points at him playfully, smiling, “That’s mean.”

“I’m sorry but it is true.”

“Cut me some slack.” Bucky says, smiling.

They play for a little longer until Ashens ends up beating him.

Bucky sticks his tongue out at the boy, but smiles. He eventually caught on to the game and let him win. But he doesn’t need to know that.

“Mr. Bucky,” Ashen says after he slides the game back under his head. He brings his legs up to his chest and hugs them, "Will you tell me now why you are here to save me?”

Bucky licks his lip and sighs. He looks out Ashens' high rise window and then back to him again. “Not yet.”

“Should I be afraid.”

“No. I won’t let anything happen you. I promise.”

Ashens doesn’t say anything as he lets his Mike Wazowski slippers hit each other.

“Do you have any kids? Like my age?”

The question surprises Bucky, and for a moment a feeling of longing hits him. “No. I don’t.”

“Aww okay.”

Bucky stares at Ashens little sad face and his heart breaks.

“I always wanted to, though,” Bucky whispers, “But that was years ago.”

“When you were in world war one?”

Bucky smiles.

“Two, not one, but yeah,” it’s not a lie, Bucky knows that if his loved would’ve went a different way, he would have definitely had kids. To know he could never go back to such simplicity broke his heart, “Something like that.”

There was something, that even so many months later, still bothered Bucky. It was something so small, and it probably didn’t really affect you as much as it affected him, but it was something you said to him.

It was one of your many fights and the way you had spatted at him about buying you plan B after you had sex.

He didn’t want to burden you. What you two had done had been irresponsible. An atmosphere like this was no place and time for an unwanted baby.

You weren’t ready for one, let alone his.

At the time, it wasn’t that he wouldn’t want the baby, if you were to have gotten pregnant, he would have loved that child with everything. He was thinking about you.

He hated to think that he gave you that pill as a gesture to say that he wanted nothing to do with you.

If so, you were wrong.

He wanted you to be happy, just smart.

He cared about you.

And now, possibly more.

As he continues to watch Ashens giggling over his slippers, that feeling of longing washes over Bucky again.

He knows he needs to tell you.

+ + +

You still weren’t feeling well. Maybe it was your nerves. The end of the mission was getting closer by each day and you never expected you’d have to leave with a little kid. You still hadn’t met Ashens, but Bucky says he’s a delight.

Ashens has changed him. You took notice immediately and it made you happy. This whole experience would be good for him.

After Bucky had poured out his heart to you, you knew you needed to get away again. That was the dance now. You get pulled, you take a step back. You couldn’t let yourself go there anymore, no matter how hard it was.

Pietro would be the driving force to help you.

You just wish Bucky would stop doing things that he probably realized he wasn’t even doing. The way he touches your face and your hand, or some times the way he looks at you, was not appropriate for two fuck buddies who stopped…fucking.

You were still convinced that he wanted you two to go your separate ways at the end of this mission. Him indirectly saying he was going to walk out with you made you happy, it could’ve been Ashens that helped him have a change of heart, whatever it was, this thing between you had to dissolve anyway.

You couldn’t keep doing that to himself, even when he would blur your lines.

You really wished he would stop doing that.

That night you after the ball, you were almost sure that he was developing feelings for you - finally - it’s why you tried to get him to finally tell you why the kiss bothered him.

Bucky never told you the truth, and you were too tired to keep digging.

You were glad that was the last time.

It was over. All of it was over.

Your stomach churns again and you decide to make yourself some tea and head to bed.

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[nctsworld]

at your beck and call

☆ mark x reader | smut | 1.3k 

→ summary: what mark asks, you do. and what mark wants, you give. or, in which you show how much of a good girl you are to mark. → warnings: smut, pwp, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), 69-ing, praise kink  → rating: explicit → notes: someone on my tl was freaking over this part of the vid/my gif, so here we aRE

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“Come here.” 

Mark sits on the edge of his bed, legs spread out comfortably. He gestures along with his command, his low voice tugging your body towards his. Appearing in front of him, you grip onto his shoulders while you straddle him, cutting the distance between you. 

His hands roam down your back, making their way to your backside. They linger over your contours momentarily until you yelp from a slap. 

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, so close to your lips, you practically breathe his words. 

The passion is blatant. Warm, tender lips that feel pure and safe, but you know they’re capable of executing filthy acts from past experiences. Tonight would likely be no different.

Each kiss sears you, the pressure of them deliberate, meticulous, and devoted. Dips of his tongue into your mouth, casually grazing your own. 

Mark’s scent intoxicates you with every inhale, a mixture of his naturalness and his body wash from his recent shower. And with every inhale, you exhale desire, reaching its way to your core.

You’re twisted in harmony. Your necks change sides every so often in silent synchronicity, never awkward nor tense. He continues to explore your depths, grabbing and touching what’s his, but he also ensures a hand constantly caresses your neck or cheek, sometimes even rubbing his thumb against your skin. On the other hand, you hold onto his shoulders to steady yourself, until his lips move downward to ravish your neck and chest. 

Fingers fly towards his hair with your neck craning back, eyes fluttering. Your soft moans trickle out, and they’re one of Mark’s favourite melodies. Not only because it comes from you, but because he’s the only one who can extract those sounds out of you and the only one who’ll ever hear them. 

The friction between your clothed sexes rises from the grinding, his growing desire yearning for yours. But there’s no hurry, so you continue your pace and return the favour by kissing his cheeks and neck, especially making an effort to leave love upon his beautiful, simple moles. His eyes tremble and the sensation causes him to remove one hand off of you and onto the bed for balance.   

Inebriated from kissing, attention is turned towards the stripping of your shirt, him aiding you and you for him. You remove your body from his to rid of your bottoms and are now completely bare in front of him. He eyes you in awe for a moment, taking you in, then shuffles over to one side of the bed.   

“Lay down,” he instructs with a tilt of his head. 

You do as he says, resting comfortably on a pillow, but your head only hovers it as your focus is on your love. Still in his jeans, he wastes no time adjusting himself between your legs. Mark trails kisses on your lower stomach and on the inner side of your thigh, maintaining eye contact all throughout.   

“Have you been a good girl?” 

You’re in the midst of nodding when he suddenly swipes his fingers up against your folds, causing you to shudder. 

“You know, only good girls get fingered.” 

“I’ve been a very good—” He plunges in slightly, and you whine when he pulls out. “I’ve been so good, please.” 

You suck in air as his fingers circle around your clit, your back arching into the movements. 

“Mark, you know I’m sensitive, ah—” 

Without stopping, he shakes his head. His digits soon add flutters to the equation upon your nerves, almost slapping them. 

“Good girls don’t complain.”  

“I’m-I’m not complaining, I’m—oh, God...” 

The stimulation takes a hold of you, erasing all thoughts from your mind. Your pussy pulses and drips more and more with his teasing. You beg in huffs and groans until he dives in completely, fingers spreading your walls. 

Your chest heaves with your eyes shut. Mark can’t help himself at the gorgeous sight. Still with his digits inside of you, he rises from his position, leans down closer to you, and captures one of your nubs within his mouth. 

Your eyes dart open at the unexpected pleasure, your walls contracting tighter around his fingers. You caress and squeeze his arms, surveying the tautness of his flexed muscles. He switches to your other breast, ensuring his affection is equal, and he steals a peek at you, witnessing the flickering of your eyes. 

Mark scissors you for a little while longer, in hopes to steal at least one or two orgasms from you. When he pulls his drenched hand away, you’re a panting, languid mess. However, you know this isn’t the end quite yet. You watch him lick your nectar off of himself. He winks, and your core reacts, looking forward to what comes next.  

He wipes the rest off his hand on the back of his jeans and starts to take off his bottoms. His hardened length springs out, and, as if you’re reenergized in a flash, you’ve already made your way onto his side of the bed, ready to embrace it. 

The lanky figure chuckles, admiring your ardor, but he holds a hand out, stopping you in your tracks, whilst his other strokes himself. 

“You’ve been a good girl,” he comments huskily, brushing your hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek. “Do you want to suck me off?” 

You nod, biting your lip. All your attention is kept by his hard-on so close to your face, but your attention fades when he moves swiftly onto the bed, laying where you were previously. 

“I want to taste you, too. Come sit on my face.” 

Piecing together what he means, you eagerly place your knees on the sides of Mark’s head, facing towards the end of the bed. You extend yourself, descending his body, passing by his chest, his abs, and arriving at his cock. Carefully, you lower yourself onto him and have your warmth near his face. 

Your lover cranes his neck, now only inches away, and your breathing wavers at how his hot breath tingles against your sex. His hands grasp onto your hips, preparing himself for what’s about to come. 

With one hand on the bed for support, your other envelops the possession in sight. It glistens with the precome emerging from the slit of the tip. You advance, licking your lips, and finally satisfy your craving to taste Mark. While you taste him, Mark pulls you into his mouth to taste you concurrently. 

He dives in first with small laps against your folds. On a similar vein, you immerse his desire with long, broad stripes of your saliva. Once doused, you seize the base with a squeeze of your hand and the rest with your mouth, stroking to the rhythm of your bobbing. Tides change as he tightens the grip on your hips and he buries his face further in between your legs. 

You’re beginning to unravel at the seams from the way he flicks his tongue in the right spots, the way he changes it up enough to keep you wanting more. He’s smacking your ass, forcing your bucking hips down to stay on his face. Your moans vibrate endlessly on his length, and Mark’s enjoying the bliss, but you’re unsatisfied by the unfairness of your one-sided frenzy. 

So you release your hand from his base and take him fully in a single go. Assuring you’re breathing through your nose, you let his long cock hit the back of your throat, fighting the gag reflex as much as you can. 

And it’s worth it, because the gratification tears Mark away from your warmth, leaving him panting and moaning against your skin. Your name spills from his lips. 

“Fuck, you’re too good at this,” his voice rises, falling apart by the end of his sentence.

Still bobbing your head, you steal a glance at his toes and notice them wriggling faster and faster. You break away almost instantly, not wanting him to reach his climax yet. He gives two small taps on your backside. 

“Now, show me you’re really a good girl and ride me like you mean it.” 

The images of you riding him—your tits bouncing in sync with each rebound, the way you touch yourself while maintaining eye contact, and the look you have as you fall apart on his cock—stain his memories for a long time to come. 

[winchesterxxi]

Gentle Pathways (Din Djarin x Reader)

Rating: M (Mature)

Type: Fluff & Smut

Summary: “all these people keep posting how rough a horny Mando can be but I mean, come on, that man probably hasn't been touched as in skin-to-skin contact since he put the helmet on - we all saw his reaction to Grogu touching his face. So how do you think a touch starved Din would react to reader getting close to him?”

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: No clear time frame except that it’s between S1 and S2; Blindfolding; Smut (Virgin!Din, loss of virginity, blowjob, vaginal penetration, swearing, unprotected but consensual sex)

A/N: Vanilla!Din and Soft!Din GIVE IT TO ME, WE NEED MORE and yes I know the gif is of Kylo and Ren leave me alone. 

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It was late at night inside the Razor Crest, although no one could tell if it were otherwise because, as you could see through the front of the cockpit, the cold gloom of hyperspace engulfed the ship on all sides.

The Child was fast asleep and had been for a while now, and you were just finishing inserting some coordinates on the navigation panel as Mando asked you to, before leaving you alone and walking to his makeshift chamber. After doing as instructed your hand brushes against something that falls to the floor of the cockpit with a clatter.

Looking down, you notice that it’s Mando’s e-comm, easily identifiable by the big silver-colored scratch across one of its buttons. He never leaves it out of his sight, even when sleeping, that thing is always at arm’s length so you assume that he probably forgot it.

Standing up with the device in hand, you turn off any unnecessary light in the cockpit before heading towards the direction Mando went just a few minutes ago.

After you reach the steel door, you let your knuckles hit it about three times, before hearing a muffled Come in coming from the other side.

Sliding the doors open you step inside of his room, as he stands in front of you, back facing you, still fully clothed. His helmet rotates slightly over his shoulder as he directs his voice to you.

“What is it?”

“You left your e-comm on top of the navigation panel.” you tell him, extending your hand as your feet follow and you get close to him “I know you always have it on you no matter what, so I brought it to you.” your hand softly lays the device on the table against which he was leaning. 

Your face comes dangerously close with the beskar on his shoulder blades and you swear that despite everything in you telling otherwise and that beskar is cold, that you could feel warmth irradiating from it.

Mando strangles a little thank you that you acknowledge with a nod of your head before awkwardly walking back and away from him.

What there was no way of you to be aware of was that the device was left back in the cockpit on purpose. Not in the sex bait type of way, but in the Will she notice this and hence confirm that she also bears some feelings for me for noticing such small things and being attentive enough to come and return it.

A fairly explicit and complex thought, he knew, but that’s exactly what you did to him. Or have been doing for the past year to his head. Although he might not be very skilled in articulating more than one single-worded phrase at a time, his mind is constantly racing. Constantly formulating this extremely clear ways of disclosing his true feeling for you that get stuck in his throat making it shake with anxiety and instead making him opt for the safer options of a simple thank you or You didn’t have to.

Like what he just did. He wanted to facepalm himself right there and then, weren’t it for your presence. 

But he’s had enough. This man has fought virtually every deadly creature in this planet and sure enough this little crush as he tried to convince himself so many times was the scariest of them all for him to face. But enough is enough.

“Y/N.” He croaks out, turning to face you.

You hum and turn around almost instantly, surprising yourself at how easily you reacted to him.

“I - ..... I,...” he tries. He really tries.

“You what, Mando?” you question, brows furrowed while taking slow steps towards him, worried that there is something wrong.

“I ... have...feelings for you.” Your cheeks heat up but you look down avoiding getting overly excited, as this could go one of two directions.

“What type of feelings?” you ask cautiously.

“Feelings.”  The padding inside of his helmet feel like fire right this moment, and the urge to curse himself has never been this strong. 

But you understand. And he sees that you understand by the way your eyes almost pop out of your sockets and your mouth hangs open.

“Oh.” you manage to voice before being struck by utter and absolute confusion “Me? You’re sure about that?.... I’m an absolute trainwreck of a person!”

The tension that he was holding in his body due to the confession suddenly left him in the form of a low chuckle, making you even more embarrassed. “I love you just the way you are.”

“You what?!” your heart stops.

“I...” that’s when it dawns on him what it just said. This man spent months hiding his feelings from you and, just like that, under a minute he goes from saying that he has feelings for you to telling you that he loves you.

“... I love you.” he says, this time more sure of himself.

You pause a moment and look at him, eyes surely meeting something behind his darkened visor and your expression softens.

“I... I think I love you to.” you finally admit, finally letting go of your own months of repressed feelings, that now so easily slipped out to the man in beskar in front of you.

Mando slowly walks up to you, praying that you don’t run away, all the while pulling at a piece of fabric that he had wrapped around his elbow. Your eyes follow his movements before looking up at him and nodding, knowing exactly what he is about to do.

His hands disappear behind your head and then you’re surrounded by darkness.

Being deprived of your vision heightens all of your senses and you can now very clearly hear his breathing. His unfiltered breathing.

“Did you...?” you ask, but he doesn’t let you finish.

“Yes.”

His ungloved hand slowly finds your own, bringing your knuckles to meet his lips. You shiver at the contact. Slowly, he brings up his other hand to cradle your cheek, delicately replacing your knuckles with your lips.

You thoroughly melt against his touch, resting your hands upon his chest plate for some balance as he pulls you in closer, ever so gently. The kiss wasn’t too sloppy, but you could feel his inexpertness, but his lips were so soft that everything else was forgotten. And oh how you loved the tickle of his facial hair against you.

What began as a sweet kiss quickly escalates and the both walking into the nearest wall as his hands explore your clothed body, months of previously undiscovered sexual tension arising to the occasion and you could feel how excited he was getting.

The only pleasure Mando had even known had been at his own hand. And even that, he took care of as a chore,  a release of pressure, just getting himself off for the day so that he wouldn’t get distracted.

“Wait.” he pulls away, out of breath “I know that you want to take this further, but I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

“Disappointed?” you query “Disappointed how?”

“I don’t know how to do this... I’ve never done this.” he says, and by the tone of his voice, you can imagine how he is motioning with his hands between the both of you.

“You’re a virgin?”

“Yeah.” he shyly admits, rubbing the back of his head.

“No, that’s - that’s completely fine. I just... wasn’t expecting it?”

“Why?”

“You’re a bounty hunter and, well, word runs on the streets. Besides, the way Xi’an spoke to you back when we went to that prison or the things she said, I thought-”

“Nothing ever happened. Not with her, not with anyone ever. She did try, several times, but I always pushed her away.” he couldn’t bear to have you think that there was ever anyone before you.

“Oh.”

“But I want to do it with you. Here, now.” he confesses, resting his forehead against yours.

“Are you sure? I mean, having sex means that you’ll have to -” you begin, knowing fully well the implications

“I’m sure. I trust you.” he assures you with a gentle stroke on your cheek.

“Okay, then.”

“Okay.”

With your eyes still closed, you feel the knot in the back of your head loosen, and the pressure around your temples dissipating, slowly bating your eyes open. It was extremely dark in the room, but you could still make out some shapes, the disheveled curls and the prominent nose and his eyes. His eyes. You couldn’t make out what color they were but they were as dark as the sky outside this ship, with a slight glimmer as he looks down at you.

Haltingly, you lift your hand to his right cheek, stopping right next to it.

“Can I?” he nods and your rest your hand where you intended, and he closes his eyes, inhaling deeply and leaning into your touch, a pitiful look washing your face. “How long haven’t you been touched like this?”

“Since I swore to the Creed.” he confides, in a soft voice.

“That’s a long time.”

“I know.” he agrees and you bring your face close to his.

“Is this okay?” you question, not wanting to go to hard and break any boundaries.

“Yeah” Smiling up at him, you lean up and press your lips to the skin on the side of his neck, tugging down at his collar. Shuddering next to your ear, Din lets out a soft moan. 

Your hands roam the front of his body, before tapping against his chest plate.

“Can i take this off?”

“Please” he almost begs.

One by one, you remove the pieces of beskar that adorn his body, letting him discard of your own clothes after, and finally having you take off his last layer of clothing. This alternate game, painfully slow eased the nervousness out of the both of you - even though he was the inexperienced one, you were more nervous to be with him than you had with any other man.

The others were just quick affairs or one night stands, no one ever sticking around long enough to tell you the things he told you a few minutes ago. Always using you as a quick fix for whatever was wrong with their lives. But he was different. He was special, and you wanted to make this special for him, in return.

Once you both stood bare-skinned in front of each other, his hands sneak around your waist, cold skin making you hiss.

“Your hands are cold.” you whisper against his lips, that curiously explore your face.

“Sorry.” he mumbles

“It’s okay.”

You push the both of you in the bed, until the back of his knees hits its edge, and he sits down with you standing in between his legs.

“Y/N, I …um…I-I…I-I d-don’t know how to…”

“Shhh,” you mumble against his lips “It’s okay, I’ll start and when or if you feel comfortable you can take over. Okay?”

“Okay.” 

Returning to kiss his lips, you kneel down, breaking the kiss only when your skin hits the floor beneath you.  You place one of your hands on his toned stomach, gently pushing it so that he gets the hint and lays down on the bed. Running your hands up his legs, you feel his every muscle harden under your palms.

“Try and relax. I’m not going anywhere.”  Din leans his head back and moans softly as your hands work their way up and down his length. You can feel the way his body tenses up when your fingers wrap around his girth.

His fingers unconsciously find their way into your hair, gripping at it as you lick up and down the length of his cock. Every wet trail your tongue leaves pulling another pornographic moan from the man, each louder than the previous one.

You look up at him before opening your mouth and finally sinking onto him fully, earning a grunt of approval. 

“How does that feel?” you ask one time, bringing your lips to the top of his head, before popping away.

“Bloody great...”

When you feel that he is starting to get close, you pull away and quickly step onto the bed to straddle him and he instinctively sits up, face close to yours.

Taking the tip of his cock, you line it up with your entrance eager to work on your own pleasure “Can I?”

Looking down at him, he nods and you slowly sink down onto him, moaning at the way he agonizingly stretches you.

“Maker,” Din moans as you settle on his cock, all of his length buried deep inside of you. “Move, please.” He practically begs you.

“Give me your hands” you instruct and he obeys, you guiding his hands so that they are gripping the soft flesh of your hips.

You start slowly moving your hips up and down, grinding against his pelvis every time you come down on him. At first he doesn’t move, just letting you get used to your own rhythm but as soon as he gets more eager, his own hips start thrusting up to meet yours, joining you in perfect synchrony.

The hands that previously rested on your hips part ways in different directions, one of them coming up to cradle the back of you head and the other slides to rest on your bottom. Instinctively, you throw your arms against his shoulder, one hand finding the back of his head as you both keep thrusting. There was no getting closer than this - him buried balls deep inside of you all the while hugging you against his body.  

Groaning, he lifts his hips causing you to buckle your legs around his waist as he manages to flip you over, so that now he was the one on top.  You refrain from a moan to come out of your mouth.

“Seems like you’re getting the hang of it.”

He only chuckles against the curve of your neck, before resuming the rhythm at which he was working before.

“Y/N...Fuck”

“Mando...”

“It’s Din.” he lets out between breaths.

“What?” you pant.

“The name. It’s Din.”

The knot in your stomach begins to tighten, and your walls squeezing around his cock. Your moans become more frequent as you feel your high growing. You grab one of Din’s hands and guide it down to where your bodies are connected.

“Feel this?” you pant and he hums in response “The hard bud, it’s the clit. Rub it in circles. It feels good.” You guide his fingers a few times circling your clit and once you feel like he has the hang of it, you let him do it on his own. 

“Like this?” he pants, stroking it fast causing you to see stars.

“Exactly like that.”

You can feel your orgasm getting closer and by the way he is tensing, you can tell he is about to cum too, the only sounds in the room being those of your breathings and sloppy kisses, and your skin slapping together. 

Your hips connect one last time before your back arches off the bed, pressing your nipples against his soft chest and Din’s body tenses, groaning in pleasure as his hot cum dashes your insides. 

But he doesn’t stop rubbing your clit until you come down from your own high as he pulls out, rolling to your side, and you let out a soft whimper at the emptiness. 

You’re sprawled out next to him and looking over at you, he chuckles adoringly and wipes a bead of sweat from the side of your forehead before placing a kiss to it. You manage a soft smile, eyes meeting his.

His eyes then trace the shape of your body, glazing over the red handprints your hips and waist.

     You roll over onto your side, draping one hand over his chest as he wraps his arms around you gently, pulling you to him, and burying his face in your hair. You close your eyes and inhale his scent.

     “I love you.” You smile a bit but don’t open your eyes only whispering the same words as he smiles against your forehead, leaning down to kiss it before resting his chin on the top of your head as he holds you against his body for the rest of the night.

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[cowboy-turtle]

Stress Relief

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Words: 3900

Tags: Oral (M & F Receiving), Masturbation, P in V Sex, Mention of Javi’s Jaw Tick (which should come with its own disclaimer honestly) 

Notes: Happy Friday! Another Spicy Pascalitos co-write with Katie, Queen of Chaos & Ruler of the Javi Sluts

The turn of a key in the door grabs your attention. It’s already 10pm and you had just started to wonder if Javi was gonna end up stuck at work all night. You know he’s been going through a lot lately -  a lot of dead ends with information not panning out, Pablo and his sicarios always seeming to be one step ahead.

You make your way to the door as it opens and Javi steps inside. You can tell how tense he is by the way he’s clenching his jaw, letting it tick slightly to the right. That fucking jaw tick - you love it, it turns you on instantly every time you see it, even though you know it’s because he’s stressed. Maybe it’s because it usually leads to incredible sex...

"Hi...long day?" you ask, wrapping your arms around him as you greet him. You take in his smell of whiskey and cigarettes, a scent you used to despise but now you crave it.

"I've had better," he grunts, placing one of his hands across your back and the other on your cheek, brushing the hair out of your face. He leans his face into yours and places a soft kiss on your lips. God, he’s delicious. As he starts to pull away you grab him by his belt loops, causing him to crash back into you, hard. Your lips meet each other again, hungrily this time, you can feel his tension in the way he’s kissing you and you want to do what you can to help.

You bite on his bottom lip causing him to wince as your hands move towards his belt buckle, fumbling to free his cock which is now hard and pressing against his zipper.

“Princesa,” he moans into you, “what do you think you’re doing.” “Please, Javi” you plead as you finally get his jeans open, licking your lips at the sight of his erection. “You’re stressed, I want to help.”

Javi moves both hands up to your face pressing his lips into yours before taking a step back, you take it as a sign to keep going. You sink to your knees quickly, eyes going wide at Javi’s impressive length, you’ll never get used to it.

You bite your lip, grabbing his thighs and looking up at him through your eyelashes. His eyes are screwed shut and his upper body is leaning against the door.

“I wanna make you feel good Javi.” with that you take the tip of him in your mouth, swirling your tongue along the soft skin. Javi places a hand on your face and uses his thumb to stroke your cheek. You look up at him again as you take his cock further into your mouth. He sucks in a breath through his teeth and lets his hand fall away from your face, his head moving back to rest against the door. From this angle you can see his throat and jaw perfectly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly.

You close your eyes and allow your head to move in a rhythm with his dick in your mouth, he was too large for you to take all of him without choking so you move one hand up from his thigh to wrap around the base of him.

“Fuck baby,” he moans lowly, his hips canting ever so slightly forward as you dip your head back towards him. You watch his fingers scratch against the wood of the doorframe behind him and know he’s trying his best not to push you, but that’s the last thing you care about right now. You lean backward on the balls of your feet and pop him out of your mouth to the sound of his groan. You use the slick of your saliva to pump the head of his dick as you stare up at his tensed expression.

“Javi,” you whisper in your bedroom voice that drives him wild. “I want you to use me.”

You meet his dark gaze as he studies you, your curled fist still pleasuring him as you wait for his next move. One of his hands reaches out to hold your chin softly, bumping your face up more.

“You’d like that?” he asks, a thumb swiping your swollen lower lip as you open your mouth to swirl your tongue around the finger.

“Yes, sir,” you smirk back, and his thumb presses down harder.

“Then open wider.” You oblige, your tongue sticking out as he leans forward towards you, spitting into your mouth as you moan.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, removing his hand. “Show me how much you want it.”

You hear his words as a challenge and lean forward again to his hardened cock. You know how sensitive his tip is and spend your time there, swirling your tongue and stiffening it to swipe at the underside of it, eliciting a hissed response from above you. You slowly suck it into your mouth and hollow out your cheeks, easing down his length as Javi cards his fingers through your hair, slightly gripping your scalp.

You drink in his sounds of pleasure as you bob your head onto him, taking more and more of him until you gag slightly, stilling yourself as your nose barely tickles against his curls.

“F-fuck,” he breathes, “take me so good.”

You moan at his praise and the vibrations from your throat make his thighs shake slightly from underneath him. You try to take more of him but only gag again, and his hands on your head stop you.

“What, you like that?” he chuckles darkly. “Like choking on my cock, princesa?”

You glance up at him, tears pricking your eyes as his jaw slackens at the look on your face.

“Keep going,” he whispers, as you look back down to withdraw slowly to the tip before sucking him back into your mouth, your head starting to move faster at his groans of encouragement. Your tongue flicks against the underside of his cock and you can feel his body start to stiffen against you. His fingers tighten against your scalp as you feel his hips start to buck, unable to stop from fucking your hot mouth.

“Yes baby,” he pants, his eyes screwed shut as you meet his thrusts, your jaw starting to hurt from how thick he is. “Yes, righ-oh, oh fuck.” You feel his movements start to stutter and know he’s getting close.

“Wanna cum on that pretty face, Princesa,” he moans. You withdraw your mouth with a wet popping sound, a string of saliva following your mouth as his cock is absolutely drenched from you. You twist your wrist against his length and jerk him off as one of his hands leaves your hair to grasp at the door behind him.

“Please Javi,” you beg, voice slightly shaky and hoarse from your raw throat. “Please cum for me.”

He groans something low and sinful that travels straight to your pussy as he bucks into your hand and you open your mouth wide and expectant for him. He takes one look at your face and his expression crumbles, gasping quickly as his cock twitches and spurts in your hand, coating your mouth and dribbling down your chin. He shakily slows down his speed as you pump your hand a few more times until he shivers from oversensitivity. Withdrawing your hand slowly, you bring it up to your mouth and meet his eyes as you swallow and lick your fingers clean. He reaches down to swipe his finger across your chin, gathering the rest to bring it up to your lips and you happily accept, your tongue sucking against him until he slides his fingers back out.

“Alright, Princesa, my turn,” Javi says, catching his breath. “As much as I love seeing how pretty you look with my cock in your mouth, you know that hearing you scream my name is my favorite way to de-stress.”  

With all of the uncertainty he faces every day at work there is one place Javier Peña has control over and that is here, in this bedroom, between your thighs. No matter what type of day he has or what’s going on in his life, his main concern has always been you.

You look up at him, licking the corner of your mouth to gather up that last bit of his cum, savoring his taste. His words send a fire straight to your core as if you weren’t wet enough from having him in your mouth, from the noises you were able to draw from him. You were soaked through your sleep shorts, pussy quivering in anticipation for what Javi was going to do next.

He reaches a hand to the back of your neck and guides you up to him. “Jav-” he cuts you off with his mouth crashing into yours once more, his tongue seeking entry as he desperately needs more of you. He lets out a moan as his free hand begins to explore your body, gliding under your shirt as he grabs your right breast in his hand, rolling your nipple between the pads of his fingers. You groan into his mouth as he leans back against the door once more and juts his leg between your thighs, providing your clit some much needed pressure as you begin to roll your hips and seek your own high.

“So wet already,” he coos, feeling your arousal through your shorts on his thigh. “All this for me? You like it when I fuck your mouth?”

His hand on your neck reaches back into your hair and yanks you back as his face buries itself in your breasts, alternating between kisses and soft bites before taking your nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the hardening peak. When he’s satisfied with his work he moves to the other side, murmuring praises and peppering kisses as he works his way across your chest. Your movements on his thigh become more erratic as the heat of an orgasm begins to build when you feel Javi’s hand make its way to the front of your throat and he lifts you off of him.

“Now mi amor, let’s move somewhere a little more comfortable for the both of us.”

You let out a whine, already missing the friction between your legs as he turns you around.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” he commands, giving you a little shove forward with his palm between your shoulder blades. You do as you’re told, dropping clothes on your way when you hear the turn of the deadbolt. Javi turns and chuckles seeing the trail of your clothes leading to the door. Following suit, he kicks off his jeans, the buckle landing on the floor with a thud, and undoes the remainder of his shirt buttons, dropping it to the floor.

His footsteps approach slowly as you lay on the bed, legs slightly open. Your hand drifts down your body until it’s between your thighs, running your fingers along the wet slit of your entrance before finding their place on your clit, desperate not to lose that climax you were so close to achieving. The sound of his footsteps stops and you look up through your knees to see his silhouette in the doorway leaning against the frame.

“Go on,” he says with a smirk and wipes his bottom lip with his thumb. “I’m enjoying the view.”

You smile devilishly back at him and return to your ministrations, slowly crooking a finger in and gasping at the sensation of your wet heat. Your mouth falls open as you start fucking yourself, never breaking eye contact with Javi as he observes you from the doorway. You had been playing up your noises of pleasure, on the brink of a pornographic performance for Javi, but they soon turn into unprovoked whimpers as you drag your soaked fingers back up to your swollen clit. Your eyes had closed to focus on building back up to your climax, and when you peek back to Javi you see him slowly pumping his growing erection, already hardening again as his dark eyes drink in your pussy. A soft whine escapes your lips as you close your eyes again, speeding up your fingers at the image of him touching himself to you.

You start to breathe in short pants as you near your orgasm again, your other hand grabbing your breast to roll your nipple.

“Are you close, baby?” Javi’s gruff voice asks from a distance.

“Yes,” you moan, back starting to arch off the bed as you feel the beginning tingles overtake you. You know in a few more seconds you’ll be over the edge, and your core begins to tense up in anticipation.

Your fingers are suddenly ripped away from your pussy as you shoot your eyes open, a sharp cry escaping your lips as your fleeting orgasm crumbles just as quickly as it was built. You buck your hips against nothing, toes curled as you’re left panting, staring up at Javi angrily as he grips your wrist in his large hand.

“I thought I said I wanted to hear you scream my name,” he growls.

You shudder slightly at the deep register of his domineering voice, your anger dissolving.

“I-I will,” you tremble out, “I promise. Please, let me be good for you.” You shift to release your wrist but he only holds it tighter, bringing your wet fingers to his mouth and slowly enveloping them with his tongue. He closes his eyes with a sigh, lapping up your arousal from your fingertips as you let out a whimper.

“Please, Javi,” you plead again, squirming underneath him. “Please let me finish.”

His eyes open to study you once again. “Fine,” he relents, “but only because you taste so fucking good.”

He presses a kiss to your palm but doesn’t release your wrist, holding it to your side instead, as he sinks down in front of you. You have to remind yourself to breathe as he admires your glistening cunt for a moment, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee and then slowly dragging his tongue up towards your heat. You clench around nothing, but then his mouth is only panting hot breaths against you, taking in your scent before he’s licking down the other thigh. Your hips buck up as he makes another pass, his mustache rubbing against your skin as he chuckles darkly.

“Javi,” you cry out impatiently.

“There we go,” he smiles, biting lightly at the juncture of your thigh that causes you to yelp. He soothes the mark with swirls of his hot tongue, so close to where you want him that you’re writhing underneath him.

“Javi,” your voice wavers his name desperately. “Please, Javi, pl---”

You gasp as his tongue finally swipes your slit, teasing against it as if asking for permission to enter. You roll your hips against the sensation and he hums against you as he spreads his palm against your stomach to keep you down. Finally, so achingly slow, he stiffens his tongue and drags it into your heat, plunging it inside you and tracing it up to your clit. He groans at your taste, his pupils blown out watching you as he flicks his tongue lightly. You’re already so sensitive that the shockwaves of his teeth grazing your clit reverberate through you with so much more intensity as you shudder underneath him.

The quick, sharp pain of his teeth is soon replaced with his tongue once more, and he alternates between heavy, insistent swipes and quick, light circles as he edges you closer. His hand releases your wrist and you curl it into his hair, pulling lightly and gasping at the vibrations of his groan. He slides his hand down to grab your ankle, shifting your leg up and over his shoulder to rest on his broad back. The new position changes the angle of his mouth against you, and then you feel two of his fingers slide into you with ease. He starts fucking you open, tongue keeping pace with his thrusts as low moans vibrate in his chest at the sounds of you moaning out his name, unable to stop yourself. The air is heavy with the slick sounds of his mouth and fingers in you, and you grab onto the sheets to anchor yourself as you begin to tense up. He hums his approval, and then you feel his lips wrap around your clit, sucking against it and twirling it with a heavenly pressure that’s sending you over the edge.

Your thighs clamp down around his head as you lift up, eyes clenched shut as you’re screaming his name. Your orgasm feels like jolts of electricity, shaking and tensing the muscles all over your body, and all you can do is accept the wracks of pleasure consuming you. The blood rushing in your ears stops you from hearing your voice call out oh, Javi and oh, God over and over, almost as if the two were interchangeable.

You’re still shuddering through aftershocks as Javi slowly draws away from you, sliding out his fingers to observe the wetness leaking out of you.

“So pretty, mi amor,” he sighs as if enjoying a work of art. He kisses your thigh and you shake again, a small gasp escaping your throat.

“God, Javi” you start when you’re finally able to string words together. “That was-“

“Oh we are not done yet,” he says, placing kisses on your hips, then across your stomach, working his way up your body in symmetry and he climbs onto the bed, making sure not to miss a single spot. He takes in a deep breath in the crook of your neck as he lowers himself down, leg thrown over yours, erection pressing into your hip, when he drags his fingers through your wet folds and brings them up to your mouth.

“Open up, baby,” he says as he looks at you and brings, eyes still dilated and dark with lust. “Want you to see how good you taste.”

You do as he says and take him into your mouth and swirl your tongue around them, moaning at the tangy taste of your arousal. You feel his cock twitch in response to your sounds and he shifts his weight over you, removing his fingers from your lips with a pop. He drags his length along your wet cunt as he captures your mouth with his once more, pressing you into the pillows behind you. His arms find their place on either side of your head as he toys with you, rocking his hips against yours and allowing the friction to build between your thighs but not giving you the full contact you seek. You wrap your arms under him, nails dragging down his back as you try to pull him in closer to you, sending a shiver down his back. The heat begins to build within you once more and you roll your hips up, meeting his motions as he gathers your arousal until he stops suddenly, the tip of his cock pressing lightly against your entrance.  

“Javi, I need you” you moan into his mouth.

“Tell me, baby” he responds, his tone softer this time. “Tell me what you need from me.”

“I need you to fu-“ Javi thrusts into you with ease and you let out a surprised gasp, not expecting the sudden fullness. He’s deliberate with his movements, pulling out slowly until just the tip of him remains before slamming back into you. You wrap your legs around him in an attempt to pull him in deeper, grinding your hips with each pump into you. He’s drawing it out, waiting to hear you scream for more and you’re happy to give it to him.

“Oh, fuck, Javi” you exclaim, “Move. Faster. please.”

He picks up his pace, your hips bucking up to meet his rhythm but he’s still careful, not wanting to reach his release before you come undone beneath him once more.

“Feel so good, baby,” he coos, “always so fucking tight.” He slips his arm under your right leg and brings it up over his shoulder, switching the angle and allowing him to reach even deeper into you. That does it. This slight change in position has him hitting that perfect spot with every thrust and your next orgasm builds at a rapid pace. Your right hand digs into the bedsheets, desperate to find something to ground you as your other hand continues to grasp at his shoulder. Your breaths shift to guttural cries - the sounds of your pleading and cries of his name fill the air and mixes with the sinful noises of his hips meeting yours. It doesn’t take long before you’re right on the edge.

“Javi, yes, right there!” you say between breaths, “I’m so close!”

His hand finds its way around your throat with a firm yet gentle squeeze as he leans into you.

“So cum for me, Princesa,” he growls into your ear. “Now.”

And just like that your second orgasm rushes over you, stronger than the first, and you’re seeing stars. You try to scream out Javi’s name but his hand around your throat keeps you quiet, letting it out in a breathy moan instead. Nails digging into his back, you clench around him as you cum, sending him right over the edge with you. His grip around your throat finally loosens as he reaches his own peak, you feel his cock twitch as he empties himself into you and cries out your name.

The shift of his hand from your throat lets you free your leg which you return to around his waist, pulling your bodies together. You tangle your hands in his hair, kissing him deeply as you ride out your orgasms until you’re both breathless, reveling in each other’s warmth. Javi reaches a hand up to your cheek and cups your face gently, smiling down at you with his soft brown eyes before placing a tender kiss on your nose and forehead. You stay like this for a few minutes before he slips out of you, making you wince slightly at the loss of warmth.

“Thank you, Princesa,” he whispers before getting out of the bed and walking to the bathroom. You hear some shuffling around and Javi comes back in with a damp washcloth. He places a soft kiss on the inside of each knee and carefully cleans you up before tossing the washcloth to the side and climbing back up into bed next to you. He slides an arm under your shoulder and rolls you over onto him, his warm hand spread across your back as his thumb gently strokes your spine. You throw your leg over his and place your hand on his chest, drawing little circles as you place a kiss on his jaw.

“Thank you for what?” you finally ask.

Javier draws in a breath before placing another kiss on your forehead. “For this. For taking care of me. For everything.”

[feliix]

lilac skies ↠ kim seungmin

↠ seungmin x female reader

↠ genre: smut, pwp, a pinch of fluff

↠ rating: m(18+)↠ word count: 1.8k

↠ warnings: dom/sub themes (dom!seungmin, sub!reader), semi-public sex, explicit sex, praise, creampie, fingering, teasing, dirty talk, teasing, size kink, not a ton of foreplay, tiny bit of aftercare

↠ requested by anon ♡ tagging @jinned​ because shes my biggest support and I love her

Hot steam wafts off of the food on your plate and into the air. The scalding temperature of the food doesn’t stop you from digging in. Patience is a virtue, though it's not one that you’ve learned.

Right on impact, the hot noodles burned your mouth. Your immediate reaction is to suck air in through your teeth, attempting to cool down the temperature and relieve some of the pain from your burning tongue. An agitated groan leaves your mouth as you find the strength to chew and swallow your food – wincing from the burning feeling that is destroying your tastebuds.

Seungmin glances in your direction, his eyes full of concern as his eyebrows quickly raise. By instinct, he grabs the water placed beside you and hands you the glass. Graciously, you take it from his hand, chugging the ice-cold liquid to soothe the blistering sensation garnering your mouth.

“Ow,” is the only word that you can muster out as you finish swishing the water around your mouth, momentarily easing the pain. With a deep sigh, Seungmin raises from his seat, walking around the table to stand over you.

“Let me see,” he says, hand reaching for your chin to lift your head in his direction. As you tilt your head back you stick out your tongue for his viewing, the light chill of the air slightly easing the pain. He analyzes it closely, eyes narrowing in concentration as he looks at the affected area.

The sun shines onto your back patio as it sets, swirls of pinks and lilac fill the sky in a cascade of colors. Though the way the sun beams down on you makes you close your eyes. Once again you’ve made the mistake of forgetting to put on sunglasses. You’re busy internally soldering yourself for the damage the sun is probably doing to your vision until you’re bursting at the seams. All it takes is Seungmin’s hot breath fanning over your face, his body inching closer and closer. Butterflies erupt in your tummy, your core beginning to ache the deeper into his trance you fall. How could you help yourself?

He touches you with such care, but you’ve underestimated how sweet his intentions actually are. Or maybe they are just as pure, and the soft yet savory kiss that he leaves on your tongue is meant to be a sign of care. It could have been nothing more than just a nice gesture, but the arousal beginning to pool in your panties says otherwise.

You suck in a short gust of air as his plump lips meet your tongue once more, and this time you’re sure Seungmin has ulterior motives. Snapping your head back into place, you meet his lust-filled gaze. Your eyes grow wide as you watch his tongue swipe across his bottom lip enticingly. All the while he’s taking in every inch of your body, looking you up and down with such haste. His eyes scouring your figure lights a fire inside you, and soon you feel your stomach flip at the thought of him taking you right here.

In an instant you are hooking your hands around the back of his neck, pulling his face in closer to yours. When your lips meet his you feel a rush of relief, the heat traveling through your veins and to your core awakening as his hands begin roaming your body. His fingers trace the hem of your top before lifting it swiftly, only breaking your heated kiss for a moment to remove the garment. The light breeze brushes against your now bare stomach, small goosebumps rising to the surface as you connect your lips with his once more.

“Here?” You ask in a whisper, your foreheads pressed together as your gaze turns downward to his crotch. Just as you suspected – you could see the outline of his member pressing up against his pants. “Here,” he confirms, grabbing a hold of the waistband of your pants and ripping them off your body.

“Flip over,” he says, his hand meeting the small of your back and guiding you to stand up. Hands placed down on the chair you were just sitting in, you bend at the waist, ass pointed in his direction as he fumbles with the buckle of his jeans.

Your heart races as he fiddles with his clothing, with your nude figure perched so perfectly as you patiently wait for him. Desire runs high as the arousal pooling from your core begins to soak your thighs, the cold air making you flinch as it brushes against the damp area.

“Please just touch me already,” you whine, growing annoyed with the ache between your thighs and Seungmin’s lackadaisical nature.

“Patience, love.” Seungmin’s warm hand is just inches away, slowly beginning to graze his fingertips down your bare back before tracing over the skin of your ass. He leaves a gentle squeeze to the area, quickly picking up his hand to leave a playful spank on one cheek. A throaty moan escapes your mouth on impact, earning a satisfied chuckle from the man behind you. Finally, his hand is parting between your legs, brushing its way up one thigh as he makes his way to your entrance. The last thing on your mind is the lingering burning sensation on your tongue.

“So wet for me already,” you shiver at his words as his fingers circle your entrance. You can't help but notice his erect member that's rubbing against your ass as the pads of his fingers smeared the wetness along your slit. The thought of Seungmin’s cock filling you up weighs heavy on your mind, and as his digit presses against your clit you instinctively wince. You’ve become so sensitive to his touch each of his ministrations can control your body. A high-pitched moan leaves your throat as he begins rolling your clit between his fingers, pinching it lightly, making you keen over in pleasure.

Seungmin’s fingers trace down your slit until they meet your entrance once more. Swiftly, his fingers dip into the arousal pooling from your core. The slow movement of just one finger plunging into your depths takes your breath away in an instant, arousal drenching his fingertips as your blood runs hot. It’s getting more and more difficult for your legs to support you and your arms are wobbly and unstable. “Need to come,” you say between breaths, hoping your statement will grant you access to release.

“Not yet,” he opposes with an arm wrapping around your stomach to stabilize you.  as he hovered over your shaking body. With this new position, you could feel his tip poking against your entrance, teasing you. And with that was the tip of the iceberg. Clamping your thighs together, Seungmin’s hand became immobile; trapped between your legs and no longer able to tease you.

“Seungmin if you don’t stop I’m going to cum,” you choke out, tears beginning to gather in the corners of your eyes from containing your much-needed release. With a sinister laugh he retracts his hand, leaving a quick slap to your ass cheek on his way back. Your muscles tighten once again, the knot in your stomach slowly starting to dwindle as he takes his member in his hand.

A string of curses leaves his mouth as his shaft slides into your cunt. The arousal spilling from your hole coating his cock as you clench around him. Seungmin’s hands find their place on your hips, holding you steady as you adjust to his size. Even after all this time together, every time you have sex feels like the first. Maybe it’s cliché to think so, but acclimating to his size would never be easy.

It is comfortable. Even though you’re on your back patio where your neighbors could see you at any moment, the setting is beautiful and everything in this moment is absolutely perfect. The sun is just beginning to set and the passing breeze chilled the perspiration beginning to gather on your skin. You’ve never felt better than you do at this moment – speared on your boyfriend’s cock while you waited for your food to cool.

As Seungmin begins thrusting in and out of you, your hands take grip on the sides of the chair, holding on for dear life knowing what’s in store. His movements are speeding up, the sounds of his skin colliding with yours and the deep moans echo from his throat to fill your ears. Your chest heaves deeper with each of his thrusts, soft whines bubbling past your lips as he meets new places within your core.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he groans, teeth clenching as you squeeze tightly around him. The familiar knot in your stomach is making its way back to you. The repetitive tap of Seungmin’s tip against the sweet spot inside you is making your head spin. With one powerful thrust, you’re coming undone around him. Your legs soon begin to crumble underneath you before his arms wrap around you to catch you from falling.

A gentle scream escapes your mouth while you ride out your high, but Seungmin’s pace only quickens to chase his own. The familiar tingling sensation begins to rush through your veins as oversensitivity starts to set in. When your eyes slam shut all you can see are stars, small white blotches blinding your vision as your pussy continues to spasm around him. Though, you’re unable to catch your breath as your orgasm begins to subside. Seungmin is too busy pounding into you, his hips meeting your ass with a slap each time he bottoms out.

“Don’t pull out,” you say quietly. All that’s on your mind is being filled to the brim with Seungmin’s cum. You’re aching for his release, squeezing your core as hard as you can to ease it from him. The grip he holds on your waist tightens, his face scrunching as he focuses on chasing his high, “want you to fill me up.”

Collapsing over you, he holds you close as he reaches his high. His heavy breathing fans over the back of your neck, your shirt sticking to your posterior as beads of perspiration soil the fabric.

“Love you,” he whispers in your ear, kissing just below it. You can feel the rise of his cheeks against your skin as he smiles. It’s comfortable here, with him, like this. Maybe a bit too comfortable for having sex out in the open like this, but it’s well past the point of caring as he holds you tightly in his arms.

“Love you more,” you whisper back as a grin stretches wide across your face.

“I think we might have to heat up the food again,” he chuckles before pulling out of you to look at the food placed neatly on the table.

“I’ll make sure to wait for it to cool down this time,” you giggle, standing upright while your jelly-like legs adjust to the new position.

“I can think of something to do while we wait for it to cool,” Seungmin smirks as you turn in his direction. His eyebrows are lifted suggestively, winking at you when you make eye contact.

“Round two?”

‘Lilac Skies’ is copyright 2020-2021 @chaangbin, all rights reserved. Please do not repost on any platform or translate without permission.

↠ A/N this fic has been rewritten/reconcepted from my previous BTS fic ‘Patio Penetration’

taglist: @joys-left-ankle​ @poutypoutybin​ @dom--minnie​

[excusemin]

maknae line reaction to s/o with big tiddies

Pairing: Jimin x female reader, Taehyung x female reader, Jungkook x female reader

Rating: 18+, M(mature)

Genre: established relationship, fluff?, smut

Warnings: lots of nipple play, oral(m&f), unprotected sex (pls play it safe bro), cumming on boobies, fingering, slight dirty talk? body praises our bois are respectful and sweet babies uwu 

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary/ Request: “Could I request a reaction to a big tiddie gf. Can be either fluffy or smutty. Maknae or hyung line. Please and thank you.”

A/N: Hello, here is the maknae line reaction uwu. I hope y’all enjoy these ideas I brewed in the back of my crazy mind :) I have 2 more hyung line reaction requests coming very soon so stay tuned. Also, if there’s any other warnings that need to be added, please let me know. I’ll be happy to add them for y’all. Hope y’all enjoy, any feedback would be appreciated :) (also credits to the gif makers)(also huge thank you to @dontaskshhhhh​ for always dealing with me uwu)

Jimin

Jimin had a long day at work and he felt as if his limbs were going to fall off at any given moment. He always said to go hard or go home but he's always pushed himself no matter what. Thankfully, you always found ways to help him relax.

Tonight, you were on our knees in front of him, one of his favorite methods to help him relax. Your mouth was full of his cock and your arms pushing up your round breasts. Jimin absolutely loved how you looked. He always voiced out how much he adored your breasts and how beautiful you looked for him.

"You look so perfect baby, All for me?" His hand caressed your cheek as you moaned around his cock. The vibrations of your moans around his cock twitch in your mouth. Jimin's head fell back as he released a mixture of moans and your name laced with pleasure. His cock felt deliciously heavy in your mouth and you wanted to make him feel good.

You removed your arm from your chest and placed your palm on the part of his length that you couldn't reach with your mouth. Pulling away slightly to take a few breaths of air in your lungs, you admired your boyfriend in all his naked glory. The slick from your mouth providing the extra wetness to pump his length. Jimin's hooded eyes locked in with yours and you smiled coyly up at him before taking his full length down your throat.

Jimin let out a few sweet moans from his plump lips. He refused to look away from you. Your lustful look, your lips wrapped around his cock, the way you held your breasts just the way he liked, he loved it all. He loved it too much and it would always push him over the edge into pure bliss. His cock twitched continuously in your mouth and you gave one last suck before you pulled away.

"You're gonna let me cum on those pretty tits baby?" Jimin growled at the little string of saliva that connected your mouth and the tip of his cock. He pumped his cock with fervor as he neared his high. Knowing it would push him to where he needed, you pinched your nipples and let out a breathy moan. Tipping him over the edge, his slick cock painted your breasts with his warm cum. Once he finally let out the last spurts of his cum on your breasts, he gently tapped the tip of his cock on your tongue.

"Fuck, look at how pretty your tits look covered in my cum baby." He sat back on the bed behind him and admired the work of art on your body before he brought your body up to straddle him. A new wave of energy flowed through your bodies as your soaked core met his cock and you knew that tonight was going to be full of pleasure.

Taehyung

Taehyung's large hand rested on your bare breast. No matter how you both fell asleep, his hands somehow always ended up on your breasts.

This morning was no different. Everything was silent and peaceful. The comfort of your bed was enough to trap the both of you in for another lazy day. All you could hear was your boyfriend's steady breaths as he laid his head right above your chest.

Your hands played with the black tresses covering your boyfriend's face as his fingertips gently trailed up and down your body, leaving goosebumps behind. Your breath hitched as whenever his fingers would come close to your nipples and your lower tummy.

Taehyung's eyes carefully watched the rise of your chest, wanting nothing more than to please you but he knew you were enjoying it and it made his cock stir. His warm breath fanned over your perked nipples, his tongue licked his bottom lip as you shut your eyes at the sensation.

Smirking, he fingers grazed down your body until he got to your thighs. He gently tapped on them as he lifted his body to see the mess in between your thighs. Knowing exactly what he wanted, you spread your thighs for him. Taehyung released a throaty moan at the sight of your glistening pussy. He wanted to eat you out until you begged him to stop but he had better plans in mind.

His fingers gently spread out your lips as your arousal dripped down your hole. Gently letting out a breath over your pussy, he watched as your dripping hole clenched around nothing, his cock also reacting to it. Giving up on his patience, Taehyung licked a bold stripe on your pussy, adoring the sweet sounds that flowed out from your lips. He licked a couple of bold stripes letting the both of you enjoy the moment. He gently sucked on your swollen bud and gave it a small kiss before getting back to where he was laying down previously. You whined as he pulled away, rubbing your thighs together to relieve yourself.

"Patience princess, I got you." Taehyung's fingers moved back to your pussy slick with his saliva and your arousal. He made sure his fingers collected your arousal before easing two of his fingers in your clenching hole. You bit your bottom lip to stop your moans as he pumped in his fingers in you a couple of times before pulling them out.

A lustful gaze present on his face as he brought his fingers to your nipples and spread out your arousal on them. Once he felt satisfied, he brought his fingers back down to your needy core as he fanned his breath over your wet nipple. The sensation once more bringing chills over your body. Loving the effect he had on you, he prodded his tongue out to toy with your nipple. The tip of his tongue traced circles around your areola, purposely avoiding your perked bud as you let out whines. When you clenched on his fingers, he decided he had his fun already sucked on your neglected nipple.

Not able to keep your sounds in anymore, you let out moans of his name as you reached your high. The pleasing sensation of his mouth on your breasts and his attention on your clenching core brought a wave of light-headedness over you.

Taehyung helped you ride out your orgasm until your hips tried to move away from his fingers. Leaving one last lick on your swollen nipples, he pulled away from your body and kneeled right beside you. His cock was released from its constraints, standing tall and leaking precum. His fingers were propped into his mouth as he licked off your release, never shying away from the lustful eye contact. The look on his eyes told you that it was going to be a very pleasurable morning.

Jungkook

Your boyfriend has been working hard lately and you wanted to give him a reward. So here you were laying down on the red silk sheets.You decided to take your time and groom yourself, making sure your skin was as smooth as can be. Jungkook did not mind at all but you wanted to look pretty for him.

In between many sets of lingerie that he has bought for you, you decided to wear his favorite set, a black sheer babydoll with a matching set of panties. He always told you he adored everything you wore but that set was definitely his favorite because it complimented your round breasts so well.

Standing right in front of the mirror, you fixed until it looked decent enough. With your phone in hand, you sat on the edge of the silk covered bed and snapped a satisfying picture to your boyfriend. Once you hit send, you let your body rest against the silk sheets knowing Jungkook would be on his way home as soon as he opened your message.

You let your eyes close for a bit as you patiently waited for his message. After a few minutes passed, you checked your phone for Jungkook's message only to be met with a read check mark a minute after you sent it. As you sat up on the bed, you heard the front door open and close. You heard heavy footsteps coming up to the room and your heart was pounding harshly against your chest as you waited for the bedroom door to open.

When the bedroom door finally opened, Jungkook came into view. His hair was slightly damp from possibly practicing his best as always. The look on his face and the stance of his body caused a wave of arousal flow through your body. There he was standing in front of the bedroom door, his hand on his hardened cock as he took in the sight of you on the mattress. His lips swiped across his bottom lip as his eyes drank in the sight of you. The way your round breasts deliciously filled up the babydoll, your nipples very noticeable on the sheer babydoll, and your thighs rubbing against each together to relieve your arousal was enough to get Jungkook to speak.

"Look at you baby, so beautiful and ready for me." He discarded his clothes as he walked to you. Your eyes on his body, you whimpered at the sight of his hard cock freed of his boxers. Chuckling at your reaction, he rested his body against the bed frame and you followed along with him.

"Come here baby, sit on my lap." Nodding, you carefully sat on top of him. You both let out a slight moan as your slick panties made contact with his bare cock. Jungkook's hands moved to your hips and helped you grind on his cock. Once he felt like you got the hang of it, he removed his hands from your hips and placed them on your round breasts.

"So pretty for me." He whispered lowly as his hands fondled with your nipples over the sheer fabric. Jungkook pulled down your babydoll to let your breasts free. Not wasting anymore time, he pulled one of your nipples into his mouth and started placing open mouthed kisses on it. One of his hands moved to roll your perked bud with his fingers and the other hand moved back to your hips to bring you closer to your body.

"Jungkook, I need you." Your arms moved on his shoulders as you rolled your hips harder against him. Nodding his head at you, his hands moved to move your dampened panties to the side and slid his thick cock into your inviting heat. Sighs of relief left your lips and you started to ride him. You brought him in for a passionate kiss in hopes that he felt every ounce of your love for him. You rode him in the way that he loved, bringing both of you to your highs faster than usual. You can see by the look on his eyes that he felt all the love you gave him.

"I love you too baby." 

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: Worship You

ANON REQUEST

Pairing: Yoongi x plus size reader

Warnings: self-body shaming, insecurities mentioned, fluff, body worship, body praise, needy love making, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks).

Rating: 18 and over

 This was your third outfit change in a span of twenty minutes and your boyfriend of a year was due to be here any minute. You huffed at yourself in the mirror, yanking at your tummy before sucking it in. “Ok this is it!” You scold yourself. You tug at your blouse so that it meets your jeans and remind yourself not to lift your arms tonight. The doorbell rings and you yelp a bit, looking over your outfit again. “Please like it.” You whisper, spinning on your heel and making your way to the front door. You pull the door open and cover your mouth in shock at the sight of ten heart shaped balloons and an armful of flowers. “Happy Anniversary Beautiful!” You hear from behind the bouquets.

You stand in shock unable to speak. Your boyfriend soon shifts the items in his arms so he can peak over them. “Everything ok?” He asks strained. “Uh, Yes, oh my god! I'm so sorry, let me help you with this.” You grab a set of flowers from him, and he follows you inside. “This is too much! I don’t deserve all this.” “Why would you say that? You deserve this and so much more!” He smiles wide, exposing his gums. He releases the balloons randomly as he moves through your apartment. “There,” He says, pleased with his work, “Now wherever you go, you’ll see pieces of my love.” He turns to face you with his arms held wide. You give a faint smile, tugging at the hem of your shirt, and walk over to him. “You are the sweetest man I have ever met Min Yoongi.” “What can I say? I have the best reason to be sweet right here in my arms.” he replies, hugging you tightly. You feel your shirt riding up and you pull away quickly, “Uh, let’s head out. You don’t want to be late for dinner, do you?” “Hey,” He stops you, tugging on your arm and pulling you back towards him, “I love you. You look great.” You smile at his sweet comments, wondering why he was always so good to you. You stand on your tip toes and kiss his lips softly. “Thank you. I love you too. You look much better.” He chuckles and wraps his arm around your waist. You feel your face heat when his fingers dance along your exposed skin. “Don't.” You whine, removing his hand from your side. “Sorry, did I hurt you?” “No, it's fine. Come let’s go, I don’t want to miss our reservation.” You try to perk up, leading him towards the door.

You make it to the restaurant right on time and are seated quickly. “Wow, they really went all out with the candles and rose petals huh?” You mention to Yoongi who is just staring at you from across the table. “Do you like it?” He asks. You nod, looking around again, noticing that you are both towards the back, secluded from the other patrons. “I told them it was our one-year anniversary. I wanted it to be special, so I called ahead and had them go all out.” Your eyes pop open at his confession. “Yoongi! I’m speechless. This is so amazing. I feel like I should’ve dressed up now.” “You look beautiful jagi, just the way you are.” “That’s easy for you to say. You look good in everything.” He scoffs and reaches over to grab your hand across the table. “Hey! I’m serious. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. You don’t need to be dressed all fancy or in six-inch heels to look great.” “Let’s order, shall we.” You yank your hand back. Yoongi sighs but nods. You loved Yoongi so much and he always knew exactly what to say to make you feel better, but he had to say all these things right? He was, after all, your boyfriend. Did he truly mean it all or was he just looking to reach home plate? You see you and Yoongi had been together a year now and had never once had sex. Sure, you fooled around, made out here, blow job there, or even that one time he ate you out in the mirror house at a Halloween festival.

It wasn’t that you both didn’t want to have sex, it was that you were too afraid of what he might think of you with your clothes off so you avoided it if you could. Yoongi always called you beautiful or sexy but he’s never seen you fully nude. You always fooled around with your clothes on. In the past whenever you had sex with a boyfriend, they would complain about something. “Too Heavy” One guy told you during reverse cowgirl. Needless to say, you never saw him again. Still, it bothered you, hit a nerve, made you wonder. You were, however, grateful for Yoongi, he had never pushed or forced anything. He never shamed you for wanting to keep your shirt on but there was always that fear in the back of your mind that one day you would hit his breaking point. Would tonight, be it? “Hello, Earth to jagi, do you want to order an appetizer or just skip to the meal?” Yoongi snaps you back to reality, a smile plastered across his glorious face. “Uh, just the meal please.” “Sure, whatever you want my love.” He responds, waving the waiter over. “May I take your order?” “Ladies first, jagi.” “Uh, I’ll have a Caesar Salad, no croutons with shrimp please.” Yoongi eyes you suspiciously but smiles none the less. “And for you sir.” “I’ll have the same please.” The waitress nods, taking the menus. “Wait! What? Why? Order what you normally would get…steak or pork. Why are you getting a salad?” You question. “Why are you?” He counters. You scoff and shrug, looking down briefly at your tummy. “Besides this is better jagi. More room for dessert.” He says with a sly grin.

After 10 minutes of protest, you agree to split a dessert with Yoongi. “It’s our anniversary, we have to go all out.” He whines, sliding the dessert menu to you. You pick the brownie with vanilla ice cream and Yoongi happily enjoys it with you. “This was beautiful thank you.” “You’re welcome jagi. Anything to see you smile.” He leans in and plants a kiss on your mouth. “I have another surprise back at my place.” He whispers over your lips and it sends shivers through you. “Can I play with it?” You whisper back, kissing him again. “Hmm, maybe.” You both giggle into each other’s mouths, enjoying how the world fades away when it’s just the two of you together.

“Close your eyes.” Yoongi declares after unlocking his door. You do as your told, allowing him to take your hand and lead you into his apartment. After a few steps, he tells you to open your eyes. Your jaw falls open at the sight of rose petals strewn across the floor, the coffee table decorated with LED candles. A bottle of champagne chilling over ice, accompanied by chocolate covered strawberries. There are more heart shaped balloons around his living room, and a single red rose on the couch in a white box. “Min Yoongi. I could cry.” “Tears of joy I hope.” He pouts. “I don’t deserve this. I look terrible. I didn’t get you anything. I’m a horrible girlfriend. I mean what kind of girlfriend doesn’t even buy her boyfriend a card?” “Hey, hey,” He shushes, kissing your temple, “You’re the best gift I’ve ever received. Tonight, is all about you. Not me. I just want to make you feel special because you mean so much to me.” He leads you over to the couch to take a seat with him. He hands you the box with the single rose. You look it over. “It’s beautiful.” You tell him. “Like my jagi,” He smiles, “And the best part is, its artificial, so it’ll last forever. Like my love for you.” Your head pops up from the rose to meet Yoongi’s glittering eyes. “You’re not real.” You sniffle. Yoongi leans over and kisses you gently. “Come let’s toast jagi. Champagne?” He points with raised brows. “Sure.” You giggle, shifting in your seat to try and look your slimmest. He pops the bottle, pouring two glasses. “A toast jagi, to us, and to many more anniversaries together.” He taps his glass against yours. You both sip from your glasses and place them back on the coffee table.

Yoongi grabs a chocolate covered strawberry from its container and brings it to your lips. You take a bite, licking your lips of the juices. “Allow me.” He smiles, kissing you gently, sucking on your bottom lip. You find yourself moaning into the kiss, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer. He grabs your waist, his fingers grasping at the soft flesh that sticks out above your jeans. He moves his hand upwards, over your tummy, massaging as he makes his way up to your breasts. You moan, pulling in your tummy as best you can. Soon he tugs at your blouse, trying to pull it up. You yank back, pushing him into the couch and straddling him, sure to not apply all your weight onto his lap. You take his mouth with yours again, biting and nipping at his pout, desperately trying to distract him from touching your body. It doesn’t work, his hands are at your waist again, digging his fingers into your exposed skin. You pull away from the kiss again and look at him. “Are you ok? Do you want to stop?” He asks, looking at you with concern. “I…. maybe we can go to the bedroom?” You suggest. He nods, allowing you to tug him by the hand to his room. You push him onto the bed and shut the light, straddling him carefully once more, your mouth back on his. You swirl your tongue on his, palming his growing erection.

“Jagi, I want you so bad. You feel so good.” He whispers against your lips. “I want you too.” You whisper. He moans at your words, gripping your hips hard and pulling you closer to his throbbing hard on. “Mm, no. I, lets, switch positions.” You suggest. “I want you to ride me jagi. I want to be buried deep inside you.” You moan, feeling yourself soak your panties. Yoongi kisses at your neck, running his hand quickly up your shirt and placing his hand on your back fat. “Don’t!” You shout, jumping off of Yoongi and sitting beside him on the bed. You cover your mouth, angry at your reaction. He flicks the light on and looks you over. “What’s wrong jagi? Please just tell me. Is it me? Do you not want me touching you? We can stop. We don’t have to do anything.” “Yes, I mean, no. I don’t mind it if it’s over my shirt. I just don’t want you looking at me ok! I don’t want you to be grossed out. I’m not what you’re used to. I’m not some supermodel. Do you have any idea how long it took me to even get ready for tonight?” You whimper, holding back tears. Yoongi sits quietly, staring off, rubbing his palms against his clothed thighs.

Your mind begins racing, he’s going to leave. The one guy you’re actually crazy about is going to break up with you. You’ve ruined everything! Suddenly, Yoongi looks over at you. “I think you’re beautiful jagi. I don’t want some supermodel. I just want you.” “Why? I’m fat. I have rolls. My thighs… I look terrible.” You trail off, covering your face, allowing tears to fall. He chuckles, standing before you, reaching out for your hands. “You’re not fat. Don’t ever say that about yourself.” He tugs you towards his full-length mirror. “Yoongi, please, I don’t want to look at myself.” You attempt to protest when he stands you before it, his body flush against your backside. He rests his chin on your shoulder. He begins to whisper in your ear softly, “Just indulge me jagi.” You look up into the mirror and catch his gaze. “I love the way you part your hair, how it frames your gorgeous face. The smell, man I love that smell. It’s like sunshine and air all in one.” He breathes you in with shut eyes.

“Your eyes are the most attractive eyes I think one human vessel could ever have. They are so deep yet reflective. When I look into your eyes, I see all the complex beauty the world has to offer reflected onto me and I’m so honored.” He takes a moment to catch your eyes with his, staring at you deeply through the mirror. You feel your body heat. He soon lifts his hands and tucks your hair behind your ear, turning your head slightly. “You have the most amazing face. The way your jaw falls in perfect alignment with the rest of your features.” He plants a soft kiss on your ear. “And your neck,” He runs a finger down your neck, “soft, inviting, the way it becomes so profound with every breath you intake.” He lowers his head and plants a wet kiss on your neck. You swallow hard, a small moan escaping your lips.

He wraps his arms around your waist next, pulling you into his body. You want to protest when you feel his hand slide up your abdomen but the warmth of his skin on yours is too intoxicating. “Your skin,” He almost moans, “so soft. Even the little that you’ve allowed me to feel or kiss has been like heaven. It’s only made me crave more, wondering what being wrapped up naked with you would feel like. The warmth we could create.” The thought sends lustful shivers down your spine. “May I take this off.” He whispers, tugging at the hem of your shirt. You nod, swallowing back your apprehension as he pulls your shirt up over your head. You stand before him in your bra and watch as he removes his shirt also, his pale skin on display for you. He moves forward and presses his chest against your back. “You are so beautiful.” He praises, kissing your left shoulder, then your right one.

You spin suddenly, needing to feel his lips against yours. You dig your hand into his soft black hair, taking him into a deep kiss. The feel of his chest pressed against yours has you moaning into his mouth. You push him towards the bed and attempt to shove him onto it until he turns the table, spinning you and lying you into your back. “I'm not finished,” He pants, kissing your jaw and down your neck. He nips, kisses, and licks at your collar bone before kissing the soft flesh of your breasts. “So soft, you smell so good.” He praises, continuing to trail kisses between the valley of your breast. “Um,” You attempt to protest, lifting your hands to cover your tummy. “Don’t hide from me jagi. Please.” He begs, carefully removing your hands and planting kisses along your abdomen. “Don’t be ashamed of your body. This is what makes you beautiful. I love it and you. Every inch of you.” He explains, pressing his face against your tummy to nip and kiss at your skin. You moan out at the action, surprised at how sexy something so simple could be. He looks up at you, his lips just above the button of your jeans, “May I?” You nod frantically, your body on fire.

He grips the button of your jeans and opens it, standing to remove your shoes and then tugging the article of clothing from your person. He smiles at you, kicking his shoes off and removing his jeans now, standing before you in his boxers. “You have the most beautiful legs. So full, thick, soft. I love when they straddle me, even though I know you hold back.” He smirks, gripping at the full flesh of your thighs. You gasp out loud causing him to bite his lip. “I just want to be covered in all things you.” He kisses the inside of your left thigh. “Smothered in your scent.” He kisses the inside of the right thigh. “I love being nestle right here,” He positions your thighs on his shoulders, like he has done many times before, “Lost in the sweet aromas of you. Comforted by your soft warmth.” He presses his nose into your core now, moaning out in completely euphoria. He kisses your now soaked center through your panties, driving you mad. You make an attempt to look down but look away quickly. “Let’s shut the light.” You pant. Yoongi pops his head up and begins to trail kisses down your inner thigh, to your knee, down your calf, and onto your ankle. “Never jagi. I’m not done telling you how beautiful you are. Now, where was I, Mmm, I’ve dreamed about what it would feel like to have these gorgeous legs wrapped tightly around me. Pulling me closer to you.” He kneads at the muscles in your calves, massaging away the tension. You drop your head on the bed, indulging in how his large hands work with such ease.

“Yoongi, that feels so good.” “I’m glad. I only want to make you feel good jagi.” He says, kissing the tops of your feet. “Such pretty feet, gorgeous toes.” You yank your foot back when you feel his tongue tickle your big toe. “No way!” You giggle, catching his gummy smile when he hugs your bent legs. “I really do think you are the most beautiful woman in the world. It hurts me to see you doubt yourself.” You sigh, looking away, his eye contact too much. “This,” He rubs your thighs and then parts your legs to grip your hips and glide his hand along your abdomen, “All of this is gorgeous. It makes you unique and special. I love all of it and all of you. I am so grateful you chose me, that I get to be in your glory every day. How lucky am I jagi?” He whispers, sliding up your body and settling between your legs. He kisses you gently, swirling his tongue around yours. “You sure? I mean, you have to say all this right?” You whisper over his lips. “I’ve never been surer jagi and I would never lie to you.” He kisses you again, pulling your body close to his. “This is the only place I want to be and with the only person I want to be with.” He moans into your mouth.

You whimper, so taken by all the things he’s said, the love he’s shown you. Why have you ever doubted him? Compared him to the others? He’s never been like them. He sees past the superficial and straight through to your heart. He has always been patient and kind, always uplifting and encouraging. “Thank you for loving me.” You pull away to say. “No, thank you for letting me love you.” “Yoongi.” You mewl, kissing him harder now. You push him onto his back and straddle him, grinding down on him without holding back this time, his sweet moan your reward. He grips your hips with his large, soft hands, digging his fingers into your flesh whilst guiding you along his growing erection. You continue this way, throwing your hands back to unhook and remove your bra. Yoongi sucks in a breath when you break the kiss to toss the material to the ground and grip your full mounds. “How could you ever doubt how beautiful you are?” He lifts his back from the bed and rolls you onto yours, taking one of your perky nipples in his mouth. He rolls his tongue around the hardened bud, your back arching in response. He soon moves on to the other breast, your moans seemingly fueling him to tease you further by grinding his erection into your sopping core whilst he tugs at your nipple.

“Yoongi, please, I need you inside of me. I can’t take it anymore.” He looks up at you from the valley between your breasts, his eyes black orbs. “You sure jagi? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I’m ok waiting for as long as you need me to.” “I’m sure baby.” You pant. He nods gently. “I mean, I wasn’t prepared for this. I don’t have any condoms jagi. It’s ok. We can wait. I can make you feel good in other ways.” He smirks, lowering his head to your core. “No, please, I want to feel you inside me. I trust you. Just pull out. I’m on the pill.” He rises up to come face to face with you, his straining length pressing against your needy center. “Jagi. I love you so much. I just want everything to be special.” “Anything I do with you is special Yoongi. I love you so much.” You kiss him gently, pushing I’m onto his back again. He doesn’t fight you; he watches with mouth agape while you remove your panties. You tug his underwear down, freeing his weeping member. “Should I stop?” You whisper. Yoongi closes his mouth briefly, swallowing the accumulated moisture. “Only if you want to jagi.” “I don’t.” You respond lustfully, hovering your sex over his. His skin gooses beneath yours and a small moan escapes his mouth when your grip his length. You move his head through your slit slowly, gasping when he grips your hips tightly to keep himself from hitching upwards.

You finally align the head of his penis with your entrance, resting your left hand on his chest as you lower yourself onto him. You both cry out in unison at the feeling of togetherness, gazing into each other’s eyes when you bottom out. “You feel so good wrapped around me jagi. Ah, there’s nothing more perfect in this world then you.” He praises, leading you to begin moving up and down his member. He watches you intently, love and lust mixed in his eyes. You rest your other hand on his chest, picking up your pace. “I love you.” You pant, moving just your hips now, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room. “I love you jagi. You look so beautiful. I love watching you use me.” Yoongi praises, his head dropping back onto the pillow. “Uh, jagi, you feel so good. This… is better than any dream I’ve ever had of you. Ah, fuck!” He stutters, lifting his back off the bed. He wraps an arm around your waist and begins to lift you up and down his rigid member. You cry out when he hitches his hips up to meet yours, hastening his pace, his shaft dragging against your swollen bud as his tip hits all your inner nerve endings. “Oh, Yoongi.” You whimper, out of breath and trembling.

Yoongi leans in, his mouth pressed against your ear, his pace never faltering. “You’re such an Angel. I’m so in love with you. I’m so grateful to be able to make love to you. You’re so beautiful, so amazing jagi. I’m so lucky. I just need one more thing from you tonight my love.” You hold him tightly, tears stinging your eyes, your core clenching tighter and tighter around him. The coil deep inside you set ablaze by his words. “Anything. I’ll give…you…anything.” You pant. He licks at the shell of your ear, kissing it softly, “Let go. Cum for me. I need to feel you cum around me.” You almost screech, your coil snapping at his sultry words, you clench down so hard he curses out loud. Before you know it, you’re on your back, Yoongi’s now sloppy pace a sure sign he’s close. “Ah, Ah, jagi. Where can I cum?” “Here.” You touch your tummy breathlessly. His eyes clench tightly and he let’s out a wild groan, pulling out suddenly. You whimper at the empty feeling, gasping soon after, watching him stroke his climax onto your abdomen. He’s out of breath and moaning unabashedly, dropping beside you when he’s done. “That was amazing jagi, you are so amazing. Let me get a towel for you. I’ll be right back.” He offers but you stop him, “Let’s just lie here for a minute.” He nods, lying back down beside you. You stare at one another for a moment. “Thank you for always lifting me up even when I can’t do it for myself.” You whisper to him, brushing his hair from his forehead. He smiles, taking your hand to his lips and kissing it. “You never have to thank me for that jagi. Maybe one day you’ll have to lift me when I’m down. Just know that you are one of the most amazing people I know and I’ll never stop telling you. No matter what happens. We're in this together jagi. I’m your biggest fan. Just let me worship you.” He kisses your forehead now, rising up to go grab a towel, leaving you feeling so loved and cherished.