#like yeah I look good but I’d never wear shorts this short in public

[rosenbraut]

Taking a mirror selfie in my 2014 hollister white lace shorts made me realise they always look weird and frumpy because they look like 1920s underwear. Which is frankly very cute. I’m not sure what they were supposed to be worn with 10 years ago (puffy sleeved crop top with flowers?), but in the context of milky black and white photography or those 70s faux vintage Vaseline-shimmering full bush reinterpretations… I can see that look working

[woodywood101blog]

Experimental: Delivery, Part 1

The following days were a whirlwind for Yazan and Randy, as they discovered this new phase of their relationship. They both know it will be a bit surprising to everyone back at the hospital when they return with both four babies and a newfound love for each other. At the same time, you can’t always stop what the heart (or dick) wants!

Yazan and Randy tried to enjoy as much as they could in these final weeks, including a trip to the beach. Yazan gave up on finding shirts that would fit, so he arrived at the beach wearing a large bra and board shorts. Randy said it might have been easier for him to shave his beard, to at least appear more feminine while in a public space, but Yazan didn’t have the energy to worry about shaving, especially as he had always maintained a beard for as long as he started growing facial hair. Randy didn’t bother arguing, so they went down south towards Royal National Park and wandered along a more secluded beach, knowing there wouldn’t be as many people around.

Yazan and Randy talked about all sorts of things, including names for the babies, Yazan’s massive breasts, preparing bottles of colostrum and eventually milk, buying the things needed for a nursery, and eventually birth.

“So, we definitely know your ass is malleable, but we still don’t know if it could sustain birthing all four babies.�� Randy said.

“I know, I just… I’m scared.” Yazan sighed and looked away.

“Hey, Yaz, look at me.” Randy replied as he grabbed Yazan’s shoulder and moved towards him. “You’re going to be okay. I’m here, we’ve got support from the researchers here, we’re all going to make sure you and the babies are safe. Alright?”

“Alright. I just -”

“Nope, you’re going to be okay!”

“Ugh, here you were bursting into tears weeks ago and now here I am like a blubbering mess.”

“You at least have hormones to explain away your blubber. I don’t!” Randy replied, and they both laughed.

***

At around 36 weeks, they both agreed that Yazan stays at the apartment and only leaves to go across to the lab as needed for the now daily scans. Yazan wasn’t too sure why it needed to move to daily ultrasounds, but it was Mike’s strong recommendation to do so. As far as Randy and Yazan were concerned, and going off the ultrasounds, the babies were all developing nice, healthy and strong. It gave Yazan time to slow down and appreciate the little moments, like the larger ripples of movement from the babies, as well as being able to work out who is positioned where within the belly. He also noticed his belly had dropped, meaning he could breathe fairly normally for the first time in months. It’s only a matter of time now, he thought.

(morph by @bigmpregnm)

It also meant he didn’t need to stress too much about clothing, so he had no hesitations in bringing out some of the shirts and clothes he gave up on long ago to just drape over the top of him. Randy saw Yazan one afternoon standing on the balcony of the apartment, looking out towards the city. Randy walked up from behind and moved his hands as far as he could to the front of the belly, swaying and kissing Yazan on the neck.

Yazan purred as he felt everything coming together nicely. “Isn’t this lovely?”

“What is?” Randy asked.

“Just… everything. The babies are almost here, I’ve got you to help me with the kids, we’re in this beautiful apartment here in Sydney for now, and then we can start a new life together back home.”

“A new life together?”

Yazan turned around and said, “Yeah, I was thinking today -”

“That’s never a good sign!”

“Shush you! I was thinking that I’d probably need an extra set of hands to help look after these four, and since you’ve already helped so much, I’d love it if you could move in with me? I’ve got a spare room if you -”

Randy leaned in and kissed Yazan on the lips. “I’d love that, Yaz. Yes, of course I’ll move in with you!” 

Yazan grinned widely at Randy’s response. “I love you, Randy.”

Now it was Randy’s turn to grin widely. “I love you too, Yazan.” Randy turned towards the edge of the balcony and screamed out “I love you, Yazan!!” Yazan laughed and tried to cover Randy’s mouth as Randy mumbled “But I want the world to know, Yaz…” They laughed as they walked back inside the apartment and prepared for dinner.

***

Randy could sense that Yazan was getting more tired as the days went on, to the point where he recommended Yazan just stayed in bed to avoid putting his body under extreme pressure. Yazan, being the stubborn person he is, didn’t take too lightly to being told to do nothing, so had no hesitation in wandering around the apartment, lightly bobbing his belly. Of course, after a couple of minutes, he would feel puffed out and have no choice but to sit down.

“See, I told you! Go, you’re on bed rest now.”

“What?! You can’t order me to rest.”

“I can! Remember who signed your medical clearance?”

“Fine…” Yazan groaned loudly as he tried to stand up and slowly walk back towards bed. He took off his shirt and pants, and grabbed extra pillows to have behind his back as he sat up in bed on “bed rest”.

“Okay, babe, I’m going to go to the lab and grab an ultrasound and tubes so we can do the tests from home. You stay in bed, alright?”

“Yep, okay then. See you soon!”

Randy quickly shut the door and dialled Anna. “Hey, Anna! How’s it going?”

“Yeah, not too bad. Coincidentally, I’m just having a look at Yazan’s most recent blood results. They seem okay…”

“You don’t sound confident?”

“Are you on your way to the lab?"

“Yeah, I’ve put Yazan on bed rest, so I was thinking of borrowing a mobile ultrasound and doing the scan from the apartment.”

“Okay, we’ll talk more when you’re here.”

“Rightio, chat soon!”

Randy speed-walked towards the bus stop to get to the lab. Once there, he saw Anna out the front with Mike talking.

“Hey there, guys! Is everything alright?” He saw Anna and Mike look towards Randy with a serious look on their faces. “Guys? What’s wrong?”

“Let’s talk inside.” Mike said with a hint of worry.

As they got into Mike’s office, Mike immediately said, “Right, so the most recent blood results seem to show a spiked level of testosterone in Yazan’s system. We’re not too sure where it’s coming from, but we’re worried this is the beginning of Yazan’s body rejecting the pregnancy.”

Randy gulped as he processed the news. “Okay, so what do we do? Do we book him in for an emergency c-section? He’s on bed rest now as he’s too tired to move around the apartment.”

“Too tired? Anna, I think we need to see Yazan.”

“No, Yazan doesn’t want -”

Anna interjected, “I know Yazan doesn’t want Mike there,” and briefly mouthed sorry to Mike, “but we’re worried that if the body rejects the pregnancy without us being able to get labour underway, there’s a real chance the babies will die as the body pumps T-cells all over.” Randy looked down in worry. “We’re here to help you, Yazan and the babies, okay? So can we come over and have a look?”

“Okay… but I bet you Yazan will not be impressed!”

“I guess I’ll have to practise my best bedside manner then, right?”

***

After two hours in bed, Yazan already hated doing nothing. He never was the kind of person to sit around and wait, so he did what he thought would be vaguely useful: he decided to go and clean the apartment. He saw Randy picking up so much of the slack around the apartment because of his immobility, so he thought he’d do something nice and clean the place room by room. So, with a bit of effort, he slowly moved himself out of bed, slipped on a bra and some shorts and got to work.

He grabbed a broom from a cupboard and started sweeping around the main living room. He thought it was a fairly simple task to do, especially as he could lean on the broom and rest as needed. I’ll just start with the sweeping and go from there, Yazan thought.

After about 15 minutes of sweeping across the entire apartment, he started to feel a different kind of pressure building up in his back. He groaned as he rubbed his lower back to try and dissipate the pressure, but noticed it wasn’t disappearing.

“Hmm” he groaned. “Maybe I’ll go and sit down.” As he went to go and sit, he suddenly felt a searing pain spread across his back and abs. He gasped in shock at how intense the jabbing pain felt. “That’s insane! No, this can’t be it… No, no, no, no, no!”

He can’t be in labour now. He eventually sat down on the sofa and calmed down the babies as they kicked up a fuss. “Shh, it’s okay kids. Daddy’s here. Seems like you’ll be here sooner than expected, huh?”

About 20 seconds later, he felt what he could only describe as a water balloon bursting inside him, followed by a small trickle of liquid coming out of his ass. “Fuck!!! This can’t be happening now!!”

His waters have broken. These kids want out now!

He groaned as he tried to stand back up, but struggled with the pain across his hips and lower back. He could feel the babies push further down towards his ass, confirming that his manpussy really was going to be where the kids were coming out.

After two more intense contractions, Randy walked into the apartment. Anna and Mike stayed outside to wait for Randy to invite them in. Randy looked down in shock as he saw Yazan kneeling on the floor, rubbing his belly aggressively and sweating all over his body. He also saw a small puddle of liquid near his ass. Yazan looked up and smiled briefly at Randy before groaning in pain.

“Yaz, what the fuck are you doing? You’re meant to be in bed!”

“Argh, you know I can’t sit still! I just wanted to - ARGH!” Yazan screamed as he felt an intense contraction rip through his body.

“Babe, how long have you had these contractions?”

“I don’t know, but they’re getting stronger!” Yazan groaned.

“Anna! Mike! In here - now!”

“Wait, what…” Yazan turned and groaned as he saw Anna and Mike walk into the apartment and look down at the scene. Mike’s jaw dropped as he saw Yazan’s extremely bloated belly.

“I really should’ve brought him in for a planned c-section last week. Shit!” Mike said quietly to Anna.

“Well, he’s in labour now, so we need to help, Mike!” Anna replied sternly. Randy looked at Anna, slightly pleased that she’s standing her ground. Anna kneeled down to Yazan, “Hey Yazan, I’m Anna, one of the research assistants. We’re going to take you to RPA now. We’ll call one of our other assistants to prepare a private room. For now, just breathe, and once this contraction is done we’ll get you to stand up. Okay?”

Yazan nodded as he struggled to breathe through a new contraction. Randy looked incredibly concerned as he saw Yazan holding his breath.

“Yaz, you need to breathe through the contractions. Like this..” Randy tried to help Yazan slowly breathe as the contraction slowly died down.

“Ahh, that was a rough one, Randy!” Yazan lightly chuckled. Randy didn’t find it humorous as it looked like Yazan was about to pass out from the pain.

“Alright, we’re going to help you stand up now, Yazan, okay?” Anna put on her best doctor’s voice. Randy looked up and smiled at Anna as she took the lead. “Mike, can you help Randy lift Yazan?”

Mike quickly scrambled across to Yazan, as he and Randy helped bring Yazan to his feet. Yazan groaned loudly as he felt the babies dig further into his hips.

“This hurts so fucking badly, Mike. Fuck you!”

Randy mumbled to Mike as Yazan moaned, “What’s that phrase, you’re in the shitter?” Mike glared back at Randy, while Randy smirked back at him.

[goldfades]

★ IT'S LIKE YOUR EYES ARE LIQUOR, IT'S LIKE YOUR BODY IS GOLD ─── PB⁵ (part 2/2)

౨ৎ ─ summary | this is part two, brother's best friend trope! bryce and paige had been best friends since they were kids, and she's never really been close to his little sister, y/n until she transfers to uconn after a tumultuous freshman year. part one!!!!!!

─ warnings | absolutely nothing but sweet fluff! bryce/paige/reader moment, soft moments and asking out r in a public way. pretty short but i couldn't think of anything

─ ev's notes | the long awaited part 2 to my fic! idk this is just how i imagined paige would ask out reader, because yes i am a slut for some pdaaaa. i don't know if this is accurate by any means LMAO, i just thought of a senior night and was like, yup this is the one. i read a fic similar to this a while ago, idk who wrote it but if anyone knows yall can tag them in the comments! but yeah, that's pretty much it, enjoy!!!

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THE GYM WAS PACKED to the rafters, a sea of blue and white as fans, friends, and family gathered to celebrate UConn's senior night.

The atmosphere buzzed with excitement and anticipation, the air thick with emotion. Paige looked out over the crowd, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement. This night was special, not just because she was a senior, but because of how much she'd overcome.

As the ceremony began, Paige took a deep breath and stepped up to the podium. She felt a surge of pride as she looked out at her teammates, the coaches, and the fans who had supported her through thick and thin. Her gaze found yours in the crowd, and she felt a wave of calm wash over her.

You and Bryce were both sitting in the front row, proudly wearing her jersey. Bryce gave her an encouraging nod, while you smiled warmly, your eyes filled with admiration and love.

“Good evening, everyone,” Paige began, her voice steady and clear despite the nervousness in her stomach. “Tonight is a night of celebration and reflection. For the seniors, it marks the end of an incredible journey here at UConn. And for uh, for me, it’s a moment to reflect on the past and look forward to the future.”

The crowd fell silent, hanging on her every word. Paige took another deep breath, gathering her thoughts as she glanced down at the typed-up speech.

“As many of you know, I suffered an ACL injury last year. It was one of the toughest challenges I’ve ever faced, both physically and mentally. There were days when I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to play at the level I wanted again. But through the support of my amazing teammates, coaches, and staff, I’ve been able to come back stronger than ever.”

A ripple of applause spread through the gym, and Paige smiled, her heart swelling with gratitude as she glanced toward her team and Coach Geno.

“This injury taught me a lot about resilience, determination, and the power of believing in yourself. It reminded me that even in our darkest moments, we can find the strength to rise again. And because of that, I’m thrilled to announce that I will be returning next year to continue playing basketball for UConn!”

The gym erupted into cheers and applause, the noise echoing off the walls. Paige felt a surge of emotion, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She waited for the crowd to settle before continuing, her eyes finding yours with a smile.

“Tonight, though, is not just about basketball. It’s about the incredible journey we’ve all been on together, the memories we’ve made, and the relationships that have shaped us. And uh, there’s one person here tonight who has been a huge part of my journey, someone who has been there for me through a lot, someone who means the world to me.”

Her eyes found yours again, and she felt a rush of warmth and affection.

“Y/N,” Paige called out, her voice filled with emotion. “Could you uh, come up here for a moment?”

Your heart began to race as you looked up nervously at Bryce, who gave you an amused look. The crowd murmured with curiosity as you made your way through the throng of people, your heart pounding with anticipation. Bryce gave you a reassuring pat on the back as you stood, making your way up to the stage where Paige was waiting.

Paige took your hand as you reached the podium, her touch steady and reassuring. The gym fell silent, all eyes on the two of you.

“You’ve been my rock, my biggest supporter, and my best friend. Even though we weren't close until this year,” Paige said, her voice trembling with emotion. “I couldn't imagine going life without you by my side and I feel like I've been close with you forever. And I want to make this official.”

You could feel the nervousness radiating off of her, her hand feeling a little warm as your smile grew. “Will you be my girlfriend?” Paige asked, her eyes shining with hope.

Tears filled your eyes as you nodded, your heart bursting with happiness. “Of course, P,” you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

Paige immediately pulled you into a tight embrace as the gym erupted into cheers once more. As she hugged you, the world around you fading away as you held each other. When you finally pulled back, Paige leaned in and kissed your cheek, the cheers and applause of the crowd washing over you like a wave.

She turned to the crowd and her eyes found Bryce's, excitement on his face as he shouted, "That's my girl!"

You scoffed dramatically as Paige blew him a kiss, causing the crowd to burst into laughter. Bryce grinned widely, giving Paige a thumbs-up. The energy in the gym was electric, filled with joy and celebration.

The rest of the evening was a whirlwind of congratulations and celebration. People came up to you both, offering their best wishes and sharing their excitement. Paige's teammates embraced you, welcoming you into their tight-knit circle with open arms.

As the evening wore on, you joined the rest of the team and their families, sharing stories, laughter, and more than a few happy tears. Bryce hovered protectively, making sure you were both taken care of and enjoying the night.

Eventually, the reception wound down, and it was time to head home. Paige insisted on walking you back to your dorm, her arm wrapped around your shoulders as you strolled through the campus. The night air was cool and refreshing, the stars twinkling above like tiny diamonds.

──

"Personally, I really liked the speech. Other than the whole calling her your best friend," Bryce explained as he bit into the pizza. "Cause I am, y'know. I had to yell after that so everyone knows I'm your boy,"

You rolled your eyes, glaring at your brother. "I knew somehow you'd find a way to make that night about you,"

Bryce sent you a glare as Paige laughed, putting a hand on your thigh. The warmth of her touch sent a jolt of comfort through you, grounding you amidst the playful banter.

"Come on, Y/N," Bryce said with mock offense. "Can't a guy enjoy a little recognition once in a while?"

"You did get your own recognition, at your own senior night." You rebutted as he sent you a dirty look, finishing his pizza.

Paige chuckled, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. "Don't mind him. He's just jealous because he didn't get a shout-out in my speech."

"Come on, guys," Bryce replied with mock indignation, gesturing with his pizza slice. "I'm just making sure my homegirl doesn't forget who's been her biggest fan all along."

Paige grinned mischievously, leaning back in her chair. "Oh, don't worry, Bryce. You're definitely unforgettable."

You and Paige exchanged glances as Bryce nodded, his ego practically radiating off of him. As you reached for another slice of pizza, Bryce's expression turned serious for a moment.

"But seriously, though," he began, his gaze shifting between you and Paige. "I'm really happy for you two."

Paige nodded, her smile softening. "Thanks, Brycey. Your support means a lot to both of us."

"Yeah, I mean, you've been through so much, P," Bryce continued, his tone earnest. "And Y/N, I've seen how happy you've been since you two got together. It's... it's good."

You felt a swell of gratitude toward your brother. Despite his teasing and occasional grumpiness, Bryce had always been there for you both, offering unwavering support.

"Aww, Brycey." Paige pouted as she leaned over the table to ruffle his hair, earning a laugh from you. "You're the best,"

Bryce cleared his throat, suddenly self-conscious under the weight of your appreciation. "Alright, alright," he muttered, trying to lighten the mood. "Enough of the sappy stuff. Let's just enjoy the pizza before it gets cold."

You chuckled, knowing Bryce's penchant for deflecting emotional moments. As you continued to eat and chat, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over you. The bond between you and Paige, strengthened by Bryce's acceptance and support, felt more solid than ever.

After finishing up, Bryce insisted on paying for the meal, despite Paige's protests. As you all headed out of the resturant, the cool night air felt refreshing against your skin. Walking side by side with Paige and Bryce, you felt a sense of contentment and excitement for the evening ahead.

Paige slipped her hand into yours as you walked, her fingers intertwining with yours. You exchanged a smile, both of you looking forward to the simple pleasures of being in each other's company.

As you approached Paige's apartment building, Bryce gave you both a playful salute. "Enjoy your movie night, lovebirds. And don't stay up too late. Oh and, tomorrow's my day with Paige."

"I know, we're playing Fort all night," Paige promised with a grin. "Thanks for dinner,"

"Anytime," Bryce replied with a wink before heading off into the night.

With Bryce gone, you and Paige entered her apartment, the familiar surroundings feeling cozy and inviting. She led you to the living room, you both got on the couch with a sigh, the pizza feeling heavy in your stomach.

Settling onto the couch together, Paige draped an arm around you as she turned on the TV, skimming through Netflix. Once she found a good movie, she leaned back as you both settled in for the evening. The soft glow of the TV illuminated the room as Paige nestled closer to you, her warmth and presence comforting after a long day filled with excitement and emotion.

"You comfortable?" Paige asked softly, her fingers gently tracing patterns on your arm.

You nodded, a contented smile on your face. "Yeah, very."

Paige smiled back, her eyes reflecting the flickering light of the screen. "Good."

Halfway through the movie, Paige leaned her head against your shoulder, her fingers idly tracing patterns on your thigh. You smiled softly, relishing the intimacy and closeness between you. This was exactly where you wanted to be ─ with Paige, enjoying each other's company in the quiet comfort of her home.

As the movie approached its end, you turned to Paige, catching her gaze. "Thank you for tonight," you murmured, your voice filled with affection.

She smiled warmly. "No, thank you. For everything."

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. It was a tender, unhurried kiss, conveying all the emotions and gratitude you felt in that moment. Paige responded with equal tenderness, her arms wrapping around you as you deepened the kiss, savoring the closeness between you.

After a while, you both pulled back slightly, resting your foreheads together. Paige's hand found yours again, her fingers lacing with yours as you sat in comfortable silence, the movie soundtrack playing softly in the background.

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you could ask

➳ fem!reader x Dino

➳ wc: 2.7k

➳ TAGS: pwp; fluffy smut, smutty fluff MDNI, my dudes; it's so sweet tho kjsdiasejnasd

➳ WARNINGS: fucking(?) it's super fluffy though; fingering (f receiving), kissing, marking, petnames (babe, baby for her)

➳ AN: i continue to surprise in that dino is my least biased member except now that i wrote this, he might not be anymore; he's such a cutie ugh; also this RAN! AWAY! FROM! ME! it started as a drabble but 2.7k can under no circumstances be classified as a drabble. also there initially was supposed to be piv sex but then it got too long. i'll definitely write a continuation one-shot for this ugh. anyway, ENJOY!

also that's my fave photo of channie

You look up from your phone as your friend enters the lobby. He has his duffel bag thrown over his shoulder, wearing the usual cap, mask, sunglasses combo in public, in an effort to remain unrecognised.

“Hey,” you greet with a soft wave. He pulls off his sunglasses to reveal eyes crinkling with smiles. “Hey!” He replies back, pulling you into a short hug before calling the elevator.

“How was practice?”

“The usual. Except Hoshi-hyung was hungover.”

“Huh?” You ask, sure you must’ve misheard him. Chan laughs in reply.

“Yeah, he filmed that program with Youngji yesterday that you like watching.”

“And he didn’t tell me?” You ask in mock affront, one hand resting on your chest dramatically. Chan shrugs. “I guess he assumed I’d tell you. But I forgot.” He sticks his tongue out to you as you follow him to his apartment.

You pass Vernon and Dokyeom in the kitchen; they wave to you in greeting before you follow Chan into his room.

“Leave the door open, children!” Dokyeom screams after you, prompting your friend to scream a dry hahaha back and slam his door all the harder. “They’re not even funny,” he pouts, dropping onto his bed where you’ve already gotten comfortable.

“Ugh,” he groans as the climbs up to the headboard next to you. “What’s wrong?” You ask, looking at his tense expression.

“It’s fine, practice just kicked a little harder than I thought.”

“Are you still up for movie night? We can just move it if you’re too exhausted.”

“Of course not! I always have energy for you.” He smiles softly, scooting closer, resting one arm on his headboard behind you as if it did nothing to him. You cleared your throat, trying your hardest not to shuffle so he wouldn’t feel obligated to move his arm away again.

“What’ve you got saved on your laptop?” He asks as you pull it up and open Netflix.

“I mean, I’ve been dying to watch the Scream remake for a while…” You know his stance on horror movies. As expected, “ugh! Can’t we watch something cute and cozy that won’t make me pull a muscle from jump scares!”

“Unfair argument! First you say you’re up for movie night and when it comes to picking a movie you bring up the issue of your sore muscles!”

“Well I can’t just make ‘em magically disappear.”

“But you got to pick the movie the last, like, three times!”

“I’m not saying you can’t pick. I’m just saying pick a different one!”

“Nuh uh, I want this one.” He groans again, rolling his head.

“Okay, then what will you do about my sore muscles?”

“Me? Do you want me to massage your sore muscles for you? Since when are your sore muscles my fault or problem?”

He grins, and with how close his face is to yours, it’s doing all kinds of things to your heart. “If you want to watch Scream so bad, it is your problem…”

Oh, so that’s how it is, you think, realising he never expected you to make good on any muscle relief. Lee Chan knows damn well you hate massages unless you’re on the receiving end. The amount of times he’s given you one eclipses the times you have returned the favour, a grand total of zero times.

“Sure,” you smile sweetly, setting your laptop back down on the floor next to Chan’s bed. He stares at you, eyes wide as saucers. “Huh?”

You remove his arm from your shoulders and get up, motioning for him to lie down. If your best friend wanted to play a game of chicken with you, he absolutely could.

“Also, you obviously gotta take your shirt off.”

Instead of moving, Chan is sitting still as a statue, still staring at you as if your hair had spontaneously changed colour. You wondered if this was really all it was going to take but eventually he shuffles down on the bed. He shrugs off his tee and you pretend like you aren’t surreptitiously looking him up and down.

“Okay, but you gotta do it properly, “ he states as he rests his head on his arms.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You inquire as you get into position, positioning your left knee beside Chan’s body and swinging the other over so that you are straddling his butt.

“Just that you can’t quit after five minutes, and you can’t do it all softly.”

“Hmm,” you hum in agreement, “elbow grease.” Chan giggles in response, but it turns into a groan as soon as you dig your thumbs into the tops of his shoulders.

“You really aren’t holding back, huh?”

“I’ve been ordered to give it my all,” you reply, bearing down on one especially tight trapezius. Chan’s breath stutters under your ministrations and you’re glad he can’t see your face heat up. As your hands wander lower you feel like he’s tensing up more instead of less.

“Hey, relax,” you instruct, “this was your idea.”

Chan grumbles something into his pillow in reply but it only takes him a few more minutes and a few sounds that veer suspiciously into moan territory before he shrugs you off forcefully.

You let out a yelp of surprise as you flop down on the mattress next to him. “What was that for?”

“You did enough, we can watch your silly movie now.” He avoids your eyes and you can see that his face has turned red, but you try to blame it on the heat of the room and the fact that you just treated him like bread dough for fifteen minutes. As he sits back up against the headboard, he pulls the blanket over himself, his hands in his lap awkwardly.

“What are you doing?” You cock an eyebrow.

“Preparing to be scared to death,” he replies with a chuckle you believe was supposed to be light-hearted.

“It’s okay, I’ll protect you. You can hide behind me if you get scared,” you offer graciously. Chan rolls his eyes. “Just start the movie.”

You pull up your laptop and snuggle into your friend’s side. Chan fluffs up his pillows, one behind your back, one in his lap, and welcomes you into his arms again. You’ve watched movies in this position before, but today you’re restless. Chan seems to exude extra body heat today, and maybe it’s your wild imagination but his workouts have really started to pay off, and the feeling of his biceps pressing into your side distracts you more than you’d like to admit.

You stopped watching whatever is going on on screen several dozen minutes ago when you finally clear your throat. You’d been sneaking glances over at Chan for a while, his uncomfortable shifting, the suspiciously placed pillow. You had a hunch when he shrugged you off him earlier but the longer you sat next to him, having to endure his endless shuffling, the more convinced you were. Of course, you weren’t entirely unbothered by his presence either. The glimpse of his naked chest and back hadn’t left your mind, although you were hard-pressed to admit, that that sight had been the reason for your inability to focus. 

“It’s a little boring, isn’t it?”

“Huh?” He asks, turning his frightful eyes from the screen. You hit pause.

“The movie, Chan.”

“Boring isn’t the adjective I’d use, but sure. We can definitely watch something else.”

“We could do something else.” You smirk, shifting so you can face him fully. Bless him, his expression betrays nothing but confusion. He opens his mouth to ask what you’re on about but you beat him to it.

“Chan,” you sigh, “is this going to be a repeat of Seungkwan’s birthday party?”

“Huh?” He asked. But the fact that he had turned a shade redder let you know that he was very aware of what you were talking about.

“You know, when we were in the kitchen alone and you leaned in and I was waiting for you to finally kiss me? But then you chickened out the last second and pretended you had just wanted to grab the vodka from behind me?”

Chan blinks at your, your words evidently not quite processed yet. “You wanted me to kiss you?” You rolled your eyes.

“For someone with such a big head, you can be pretty stupid, you know that?”

“Well, how was I supposed to know? I can’t read your mind.” You lean in closer - resting your hand on his thigh - and take delight in the way his breath hitches.

“You can always ask.” You whisper. He moves in even closer, the pillow sliding off his lap and letting you see that you were right about your prior assumption. You bite your lip at the sight of the obvious tent in his sweatpants.

“Can I kiss you?” Chan asks, bringing your attention back to his face. He’s gorgeous, you think, in the half-light of his bedroom, his hair unstyled, his eyes shining. But he really isn’t going to budge if you don’t answer, it seems. “Yes, please,” you breathe.

His lips are on yours, softly, as if he can’t quite believe this is happening. His right hand is cradling your cheek. It makes you smile, wrap your arms around his neck, and pull him down with you. Chan let’s out another groan, catching himself with his left hand next to your head instead of letting his full weight crash into you, which coincidentally happens to be exactly what you wanted. You nudge his hand away, hoping for him to get the hint. Much to your chagrin, he pulls back, panting against your lips.

“What—“ you mean to ask but don’t get around to it when you see the dark, almost desperate shadow in his eyes.

“I can’t believe you’re real.” His gaze drops to your lips, he’s nipping at your lower lip, making his way down your jawline. You manage to hold out on him until he reaches your pulse point, attaching his lips to the sensitive skin and nibbling at it in a way that’ll definitely leave a mark makes you whimper. Right now you couldn’t care less.

“Chan,” you moan, “please…” You can feel him smirk but he complies with your unspoken wish, continuing his way downward.

“Can I take this off you?” He asks, tugging at you shirt. You look down at his eyes, blown out and looking at you like you created the universe.

“Only if yours comes off too,” you say, meaning to tease him. His shirt’s over his head and at the other end of his room before you can blink. “Better?” He smirks, usually you’d be careful not to stroke his ego too much, but right now all you can think about it tracing every ridge on the expanse of his body with your tongue. It’s so much more fun when you can look freely. It must show on your face because Chan leans forward, whispering, “You can eat me up later, baby. Right now it’s my turn.” You have half a mind to hold back your whimpers at the tone of his voice but at the end you’re just a human, not some saint, so you stand no chance against the carnal vices of the flesh.

Chan takes off your shirt so skilfully that a very unwelcome thought of possessiveness flashes through your mind but with how he looks at you (very much not like you threw on your oldest, most comfy sport bra) the evil little voice in your head stands no chance. There can’t be any lingering doubt over his feelings with the way he undresses you slowly, deliberately, with all the care in the world, makes you think he mistook you for a fragile piece of art. His eyes say the same, casting glances at your face again and again, questioning; like he’s ready to drop everything if you so much as breathe a word. You have to commend him, especially with how evident the tent in his sweats has been for the better part of this evening.

“Chan,” you whine, ripping him out of the worship of the skin on your tummy. He looks dazed already. “Please stop teasing.”

He smiles, “Am I teasing you? Sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to. You’re just so beautiful.”

You want to tell him off for being a sap but he starts kissing a straight line downwards from your navel and your words are caught in your throat.

His hands skitter up your thighs, making you shiver as he finally presses a digit to your core. He groans, “So wet for me already, love, you’ve soaked through your panties.”

“Looks like you have to take them off, then.” You smile and he obliges easily. It seems he’s really had enough of the teasing because he presses his thumb to you clit immediately, circling it. You moan his name as he slides one finger through your slick, “wanna touch you too.”

“Later, baby. Let me focus on you for now. Can I keep going?”

You mumble a pathetic Ohmygod yes please, that earns you a soft chuckle from him. He wastes no time in sliding a finger into you. Chan moans at the feeling of you wrapped around his fingers.

“Shit, babe,” is all you get out of him before his mouth is back on your skin, kissing up the insides of your thighs as he stretches you out on another finger. “Wanna come on my fingers, love?” You don’t trust your voice right now, so instead you nod vigorously. He stops testing the waters as his fingers and thumb speed up, spreading a familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach. He shifts his weight upwards and is hovering over you, never ceasing the motion of his fingers.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks softly.

“If you don’t, I’m leaving right now,” you barely manage to breathe out between pants. From the way Chan smiles at you, you can tell you must look at least as fucked-out as you feel. He chooses not to tease you and you silently thank him for it. Instead he just leans in, meeting your lips in a manner that is nothing like the soft, innocent kisses from before. He pushes his tongue past your lips, exploring your mouth as if he wanted to taste all of you. Just at that moment his fingers find that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You moan into the kiss, prompting him to mirror your sounds. Chan doesn’t let up on that spot, speeding up and hitting it again and again and again until the pressure becomes to much and the knot in your stomach snaps. He fucks you through your orgasm, leaving soft pecks all over your face until you’ve calmed down.

“Feeling better?” He asks. You’re forced to watch as he retrieves his fingers from your pussy, putting them in his mouth instead and licking them clean. He hums comfortably, “you taste so good, babe.”

You’re still staring at him, wide-eyed, trying to make sense of why the sight of your best friend licking his fingers clean of your essence is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. He notices your state and his brows furrow.

“Hey, are you okay?” There’s real worry in his voice, so you nod in reassurance.

“I was just thinking that if this what I get for massaging your sore muscles a little, I’m definitely gonna start doing it more often.”

His eyes widen. “You wanna do this more often?” The disbelief in his voice makes you laugh in earnest. “Of course, in case you couldn’t tell, I had a lot of fun.” You’re unsure of your next sentence, but if you don’t say it now, you fear you’ll say it never, “and I like you. A lot.”

He has the dopiest grin on his face as he leans back down, giving you another sweet kiss. “In that case, let me take you out on a proper date before we do this the next time.” You cock an eyebrow.

“Chan, do you wanna be my boyfriend?” The man in question blushes, avoiding your eyes. “If that’s something you also want…”

You look at his expression, hopeful gaze lifting to catch yours. There’s a blush lingering on his cheeks, his hair all mussed up. You’ve never felt more comfortable with another person.

“Of course,” you reply, snaking one arm around his middle and pulling him close, “I’d love that, actually.”

[moremaybank]

FEATURE ME — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary your breakup with rafe leaves you single and alone on valentine's day. you run into jj at a bar, and things get heated. (based on the song “feature me” by flo)

warnings 18+, unprotected sex (jj pulls out), semi-public sex, fingering, squirting, language, i think that's it but let me know if i missed any

author's note i love this song, dude. give flo a listen if you haven’t, they’re amazing

jj masterlist ;; valentine's event ‘23 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪

not what i usually do but i’ve been peepin’ you

i’m tryna play it cool but it’s too much

he got me breakin’ the rules

there ain’t no steppin’ to, he’s my forbidden fruit, yeah

you’d never been the type of girl to partake in a steamy one-night stand. at least, you didn’t think you were. 

but all of that changed when you saw your old friend jj walk into the bar you were at. 

jj was wearing a simple short sleeve button-up paired with some jeans, his boots laced on his feet. he looked amazing, all sun-kissed and devilishly handsome, just as he’d always been. 

his eyes roamed the room as he tried to decide where to sit, and they went wide when they landed on you, seated at the bar with a stiff drink in hand. a familiar grin rose onto his lips as he walked over to you, running a hand through his signature messy blonde locks.

“hey, sweetheart. whatcha doing all alone on valentine’s day?”

“didn’t you hear?” you asked. “rafe broke up with me.”

jj’s brows furrowed, “what? weren’t you together for, like, four years?”

“yup,” you scoffed, downing your drink and slamming the glass down on the bar table. 

“well, he’s an idiot. you’re amazing. you deserve better than that,” he said, sliding into the seat next to you and ordering himself a drink.

the two of you stayed there for a while, knocking back drinks together and reminiscing on fond memories from high school. you and jj were good friends, him always being able to make you laugh and have fun with you at parties. of course, you’d always thought he was good-looking, but your heart was taken, and you were always faithful to your boyfriend.

“and then you punched kelce so hard he fell over,” you laughed as your hand rested on jj’s shoulder. 

“eh,” he shrugged, laughing along with you, “he totally deserved it. he was annoying as fuck back then.”

“still is,” you replied. “and i agree. it was well-deserved.”

“so…i hate to bring this up, but i just gotta say it. how the fuck could rafe just let you go like that? i honestly thought you guys were gonna get married,” jj said. 

“he said the passion and romance were fizzling out, and he was getting bored. he even told me that our sex life was horrible as if it was my fault. he’s the one that fucked me in the same goddamn position every night, barely even making sure that i’d cum before rushing out the door to meet the guys. he was probably cheating on me, honestly.”

“well,” jj began, inching closer to you, “if i’d been the one fucking you, i wouldn’t have stopped until you came at least nine times.” his hand smoothed up your knee, slowly creeping up your thigh as he kept his gaze locked on yours. 

you felt a throbbing sensation in your core. you saw the fire behind his eyes, and you decided to play along. “only nine? why not ten?”

“babygirl…i’d give you as many as you wanted. i bet you sound so pretty when you fall apart.”

your heart pounded in your chest furiously as you registered his words, and you instantly felt slick pooling in your panties. jj’s low and raspy voice as he whispered to you, and his heated hand on your bare thigh made you nervous, but you wanted to be brave. you wanted to let go and let yourself have fun for the first time since rafe had dumped you. so you bucked up.

“wanna find out?”

oh, he’s got me actin’ like i’m some kind of animal

the way he looks at me, i don’t feel like a girl no more

what you want from me? arch my back like it’s supposed to be

i do it properly, ooh-woah

jj kissed you fervently, pushing you against the back of the restroom door. his hand blindly fumbled around as he locked it, ensuring no one could come in. his fingers then threaded themselves into your hair, holding your face to his while he devoured your lips. you pulled him closer by tugging on his collar, wanting to feel his body pressed against yours. 

“mm, wait,” you stopped, pulling away abruptly. “this could be really stupid. what if we get caught?”

jj only smirked in response, his thumb stroking your cheek as he repositioned it to cradle your face. “don’t you remember my motto, baby? stupid things have good outcomes all the time.”

the worry on your face wavered just a tad, but jj could see that you weren’t entirely convinced. he let go of his hold on your face and slipped under your skirt. he found your clothed clit with ease, applying the slightest bit of pressure as he started to massage it in slow circles. you let out a hushed moan, but it was loud enough for jj to hear. smugness took over him, and he knew he could quell your fear.

“c’mon, pretty girl. let me make you cum a few times in here. then i’ll take you back to my place and let you use me in any way you can think of. it’ll all be for you.”

you thought on it, your eyes locked on jj's while he watched you try to hold back. jj's eyes held so much lust and fire in them, and it was hard not to think about how good it would feel to just give in. he continued rubbing your clit, adding more pressure little by little as he awaited your response.

“deal.”

set the scene and feature me (ah-ha, ah-ha)

touch on me (on me), get on your knees

i’ll take the lead

i got the energy, oh-woah, woah-woah

we’re not meant to be, so promise me

when i’m done (ah-ha, ah-ha), you’ll up and leave

‘cause boy i need to take the lead (take the lead, baby)

so match my energy, oh, oh

i’ll take the lead

jj had picked you up mid-kiss, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you over to the countertop and set you down. your legs remained open, your heels pushing jj’s hard-on into your clothed core and making you shiver in anticipation. he ground into you slightly while he deepened the kiss, letting a loud groan into your mouth. 

you whimpered at the feel of him. you could tell he was big just from that one little action. you didn’t even have to see him naked to know that he would be the best dick you’d ever had. 

it was the way he conducted himself. his greedy hands caressing and grabbing you anywhere they could, kissing you as if he’d never get another chance, pulling you against the tent in his jeans and rubbing against you. it made your knees weak in anticipation of what was to come. 

jj’s hands snuck up your skirt in search of your panties. you raised your hips, leaning back on your hand and helping him remove them. once he did, he gave you a mischievous grin and shoved them into his back pocket.

“of course you'd wear the sexiest panties i’ve ever seen. can’t believe you spoiled rafe like that. fucking ungrateful bastard.”

“jj,” you sighed. “you can’t keep those. i don’t want you getting any ideas about this becoming a thing.”

“relax, princess. i know what this is. just want a lil’ souvenir,” he replied, giving you a wink. “i’ve been waiting years to fuck you. i think i deserve to keep ‘em.” 

you laughed softly, shaking your head at him. “you’re trouble.”

jj’s fingers found your bare pussy, prodding them at your seeping entrance. he slowly pushed two of them inside, and you gasped. he gave you a smug look, “the best kind.” 

he curled them upward each time he stroked your walls, playing with your g-spot and watching your reactions as he did so. he watched as your lips parted and you began to breathe heavily. your eyes were shut, and you held onto jj’s muscular shoulders as he pummelled his fingers inside you.

“j, please,” you panted, pulling away. “no more teasing. wanna feel your cock.”

“uh uh. make a mess, baby. want you nice and ready for me,” he spoke against your lips. “let’s see how easily my fingers make you cum.”

his fingers sped up, thrusting into you faster as his thumb came into contact with your needy clit. he continued to stroke your g-spot while he stimulated your clit, and your moans were growing louder, so loud that you’d get caught without a doubt. jj kissed you to keep you quiet, swallowing each of your pretty sounds. he admired how intoxicating you were at that moment, taking particular pride in him being the one to turn you into a puddle without doing much.

with a well-timed flick of your clit, you came around his fingers. you squeezed jj’s arms as you did so, grounding yourself as your orgasm rippled through your body. it was already so intense, you wondered how much more his cock would affect you.

jj retracted his fingers, shoving them straight into his mouth so he could taste you. he instantly groaned, his tongue lapping every drop of you while his eyes rolled back. “christ, you taste as perfect as you look. when we get to mine, i’m gonna devour that pussy. you got that?”

“definitely. but right now, i want you inside me, jj. stop talking and fuck me.”

boy, it’s the perfect time (oh-woah)

seems like you read my mind (oh-woah)

you know just what to do

and how to bring my thoughts alive (thoughts alive)

my thoughts alive (thoughts alive)

so take your time (ah-ha)

undress me tonight, oh-ooh, oh, oh (undress me)

jj’s fingers moved to his jeans, undoing the button and zipper as he worked to free his cock. he shoved his jeans and briefs below his ass, finally letting his cock come into view. it was standing tall and proud, all thick and pretty. you salivated as you imagined the gratifying weight of it on your tongue or how it would feel when he pushed inside of you. 

“like what you see, princess?”

you brought your attention back to jj at his words, blushing as he gave you a knowing grin. “very much so. your cock is so pretty, j. want it inside me already.”

he gripped it, leading it to your entrance. he pushed the tip against your slick, and he hissed at how wet you were. he couldn’t wait to find out how perfectly you’d wrap around him and how velvety and warm your soaking walls would feel as it swallowed him whole, so he pushed inside. you both gasped, watching as he sank into you balls-deep.

“look at that, baby. look how stretched out you are around my cock. so fucking tight i can barely breathe,” jj rasped. “‘m gonna destroy this pussy.”

he began to move, giving you punishing thrusts right off the bat. he pulled one of your legs, hooking it over his shoulder and giving himself more room to split you open. you moved one of the hands you’d had on him, gripping the side of his neck as you leaned back against the mirror while the thrill of pleasure overtook you.

“so fucking big, j. holy shit,” you whined as he fucked you. 

the hem of jj’s shirt seemed to be getting in the way, and jj was quick to pull it in between his teeth. he did it so seamlessly that it was one of the sexiest things you’d ever seen. he remained concentrated as he tried to fuck your brains out. his goal was to fuck you so good that rafe would be nothing but a small part of your past, and you’d know what you deserved in the future.

one of jj’s hands moved down to play with your clit, rubbing furiously as his hips sped up. your cries were increasing in volume, ten times louder than when he’d fucked you with his fingers, and jj’s solution was to let go of your thigh and clamp his hand over your mouth. it barely made a difference, but jj didn’t care. the fact that he was fucking you so good that you couldn’t control your noise made him giddy.

he released his shirt from his mouth so he could use his filthy words on you again. “i love how you sound, baby. fuck, any louder and everyone in this goddamn bar is going to know whose cock is driving you crazy.” 

“j,” you mewled. your voice came out muffled due to jj’s hand, but he still somehow understood you.

“what is it, baby? tell me what you want, tell me how to make you feel good. promise i’ll give you whatever you want,” he cooed. he moved his hand from your mouth, resting it on the heated nape of your neck.

“don’t hold back. fuck me harder, please.”

your pleading eyes ignited a fire within jj, and he nodded. both his hands found your thighs, keeping them against his torso as he fucked you harder, just as you’d wished. he slammed into you harshly, stuffing you full with his cock nice and deep each time.

“jj!”

“shhh,” he hushed, “gotta stay quiet if you don’t wanna get caught, baby. when we get home, you can scream as loud as you like.”

are you receivin’ the signs (signs)

i’m speakin’ on my mind (speakin’ on my mind)

i just want you to come through (want you to come through)

already set the mood (the mood)

i’ll tell you what to do to me, oh-ooh-woah, oh, oh

are you receivin’ the signs (signs)

i’m speakin’ on my mind (speakin’ on my mind)

i just want you to come through (want you to come through)

already set the mood (the mood)

i’ll tell you what to do to me, yeah-ayy, yeah-ayy

“you want more, baby? want me to play with your clit and make you cum all over me?”

you nodded profusely, your eyes shutting closed as jj drove into you quickly and roughly. you were vibrating against his body, the force of his thrusts shaking your body back and forth. he groaned at how well you were taking his cock, your walls squeezing him like a vice as he punished them. he fucked you relentlessly, one hand finally coming down to toy with your clit again. he rubbed it viciously, sending bolts of pleasure through you and pushing you over the edge.

“j— i’m gonna—”

“i know, baby. i can feel you. give it to me,” jj responded, keeping up his actions. you let out a muffled cry as you bit into your bottom lip, trying to keep yourself quiet. your juices squirted out of you, surprising you both as you drenched the hem of jj’s shirt and his bare torso.

“good fucking girl. now everyone’s gonna know what we did in here. bet you wanted that, huh? wanted to let everyone out there know how i fucked your pussy until it cried for me?”

you were still whimpering, coming down from your high as jj chased his. his own grunts were increasing in volume as he teetered on the edge.

“c’mon, j. paint my pussy with your cum. cum all over me,” you begged. “please.”

jj’s cock twitched inside of you, and he pulled out right before he felt himself erupt. he jerked his cock furiously, releasing all over your pussy and inner thighs. “shiiit.”

“that…was so fucking hot,” you panted, admiring his cum on your skin. you collected his cum on your fingers, bringing them into your mouth and licking it clean. “mmm, you taste amazing, jj. promise me you’ll let me suck your cock when we get out of here. wanna feel your cum drip down my throat while you fuck it.”

jj gave you a cynical smile through his hazy expression as his hand came up to your face, “there’s nothing i want more, pretty girl.”

jj succeeded in his goal. rafe was the furthest thing from your mind right now. all you could think about was him.

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Dance For Me (Fatgum x Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"Can I give you an extra birthday gift, baby boy?"

Pairing: Taishiro “Fatgum” Toyomitsu x Black!Fem!Reader (Strangers to Lovers)

Synopsis: In which you give Fatgum the experience of a lifetime when his friends drag him to a strip club for his birthday.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Reader is Black-coded (but anyone can still read this); Reader is Fem; Reader is a Stripper/Pole Dancer; Fatgum in Skinny & Fat Form; Strangers to Lovers; Erotic Dancing; Stripping; Body Worship; Lap/Thigh Grinding; Foreplay; Dirty Talk; Deepthroating; Outercourse; Clothed Sex; Cum in Pants; No PIV Sex; Cum on Body; Scent Marking; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: The happiest birthday to my maaaaan 🥰 Enjoy y'all! -Jazz

**********

Can you imagine Taishiro’s first time in a strip club? I’d imagine it’d be on his birthday.

Walk with me for a second, y’all.

Taishiro isn’t exactly inexperienced when it comes to women. He has had his fair share of girlfriends and hookups, but most of them have been short-lived due to his quirk. It gets tiring to keep himself in his skinnier form day in and day out just to please his partners, but he also knows that this form is the most aesthetically and physically pleasing to most of them. 

It’s sad that even he realizes it. Though he is loved by the public, it’s different in the bedroom and in romantic relationships. Because of that, he’s a bit hesitant to shift into his fat form around women he’s interested in. Because of that, he hasn’t done much dating or hookups. He just wouldn’t be able to handle rejection or humiliation for his body. 

His friends think he’s being stupid. “Do you know how many women out there would want to fuck you in any form?” Mirko asked him. “You just need to find them! They’re out there!” Hawks had chimed in, equally as certain that Taishiro could find the right woman. “Yeah,” he agreed. “And I know just where to find ‘em. Your birthday is coming up, right?” 

Taishiro looked at him curiously while he slurped down his ramen noodles. “Yeah, in about a week,” he replied. “Why?” Hawks just grinned at him, a secret glint in his eyes. Taishiro would regret not pushing the discussion further when he finds himself at a strip club with his friends a week later. Mirko, Hawks, and Yu practically drag him out of the restaurant to hit the club despite his constant protests and pleas for a trip to a parfait shop instead.

While, again, his eyes aren't virgins to the naked female body, he has never seen so much ass and titty in one place! Can you imagine that man walking into the club with his six-something-foot self? He stands out like a sore thumb among the crowd, catching the eyes of customers and employees walking about.

His eyes catch the jiggling of asscheeks on a bottle girl or the shaking thighs of a dancer on the pole wearing the skimpiest outfit he’s ever seen on a woman. He walks into the club his skinny form too. Though he isn’t afraid to walk around in his fat form, he usually opts for his skinny form in unfamiliar places. 

Unfamiliar places like this one. Standing among the dancers and purple lights, he feels like an alien on another world. He’s never been in a strip club before, so he’s pretty nervous. What do you even do here? Where do you put your hands? Do you ask the dancer for one? He feels stupid standing here with his friends, like a little kid on his first day of school. 

His friends push him to sit down in a secluded booth in the VIP section, immediately ordering a round of shots for them. “Time to celebrate your birthday in style, my friend,” Hawks says, smirking at him. “So how do you feel, big man? First time good so far?” 

Taishiro doesn’t want to upset his friends, so he plasters on a smile and say, “Y-Yeah! Totally good!” But deep inside, all he wants to do is go home. This isn’t for him. He probably won’t even get a dance. With someone as suave as Hawks, gorgeous as Rumi, and popular as Yu, he’ll be the last pick if not picked at all. But he still indulges in the shots sitting before him, grinning bashfully when his friends shout happy birthday to him. 

“So now you get to choose your dancer, ‘Shiro!” Yu excitedly proclaims, sitting next to Mirko. “So who do you want? Choose whoever and it’s on us!” Though it’s a kind gesture, Taishiro is still nervous as hell. He’s never gotten a dance before. Looking around, he blushes crimson at the sight of dancers tossing ass in their clients’ laps. Would he be able to handle such a thing? 

“I heard you’re lookin’ for a dance,” an enticing voice says above him. When he looks up and saw your pretty, brown eyes staring down at him, the entire room fades around the room. All that is here now are you and him. All the other people are gone.

He barely believes his eyes as he drinks you in––you’re wearing a sheer mini dress draped over your luscious, curvaceous body that exposes the tiny bra and thong set underneath. You paired the outfit with knee-high boots that he bets barely make you taller than him if he is to stand up. The lights illuminate your skin and glossed, plump lips that curl into a smile directed at him. 

“Hey,” you greet, chewing on your gum. “Fatgum, right? I know you. I’m a big fan.” Taishiro isn’t be able to speak, his tongue heavy and mouth dry. “He says thank you,” Hawks quickly says while Mirko and Yu laugh. “And yeah, he’s lookin’ for a dance. Would you maybe wanna fill that spot for him?” 

“It’s his birthday,” Mirko adds with a wink. “Treat him well.”

Your eyes, looking bigger with the lashes and mascara, tick from his friends back to Taishiro. “Of course,” you’d purr. “How could I not treat a pro well?” You then lean in across the table towards him, giving him a peek of your cleavage. “So what would you like, Mr. Fatgum?” you sultry ask the pro. “Would you like a dance from me?” 

Taishiro, once again, isn’t able to speak. He just nods, growing hard from your breathy, soft laugh. Out of everything he’s seen tonight, your laugh makes him rock hard. “Would you like the dance here or private?” you ask. “We’ve got private rooms behind the stage. They’re the champagne rooms.”

You wait patiently for his answer, acting oddly sweet for someone working in such an environment. You obviously know that this is his first time and be very understanding which turns him on even more. “Private,” he finds himself answering, earning a whoop from Mirko. A pleased smile curls onto your glossy lips as your hand found his, lacing your fingers together. “Then let’s go, big boy,” you purr, helping him out of his seat. 

His friends embarrassingly cheer him on as you lead him away to the champagne rooms. When he stands, he realizes that he does, in fact, stand at a head taller than you. You look like a munchkin compared to him. He follows, feeling robotic almost with his clanky legs and stiff joints. Everything moves in slow motion except for you two. He isn’t be able to tear his eyes off of your asscheeks jiggling and bouncing like jell-O in front of him, your long, curly hair swishing across your backside. His cock chubs against his jeans, desperate for release. ‘Not now,’ he chastises himself. The last thing he needs is to get hard here. 

You bring him into one of the clean, dimly-lit rooms with its mini-bar, private stage, and circulating sofa bed. The noises of the club are muffled, adding to the atmosphere. You let go of his hand and situate yourself near the pole, your heels clicking across the floor. As you walk, your ass jiggles, beckoning him forward for a squeeze. “Sit down and relax yourself,” you tell him. “This is your night, Mr. Fatgum.” 

Taishiro does as he’s told. He sits back against the couch cushions, his thick legs open and hands gripping his thighs in an effort to relax. “Taishiro,” he croaks out, clearing his throat. “Call me Taishiro.” 

You stop and look at him, your hair swishing over your shoulder. The smile that curls onto your lips fills him with butterflies. “Okay, Taishiro,” you agree, your name on his lips making him even harder. “So tell me what you want me to do.” Your hand reaches for the pole and as you grasp it, you bring your body flush against it. Your eyes, illuminated by the light, stare deep into his from across the room. “I’m all yours tonight, birthday boy.” 

Taishiro swallows hard, still nervous but also incredibly aroused. How is that you can seduce him without barely touching him or saying anything dirty? 

But he does tell you exactly what he wants you to do. He suddenly feels slightly more comfortable with the tequila setting in and the private room allowing him the space to breathe. “I-I just want you to dance,” he softly stutters. “I don’t care about the music. I just wanna watch you move.”

You smile for him, so pretty and sweet. “Sure, birthday boy,” you softly giggle. “Lemme just get the music goin’. You release the pole and walk over to the little stereo near the mini-bar and flip a switch. The music that begins to pump from the speakers would be soft and smooth, R&B-like. Taishiro knows he’s heard it before, possibly on TikTok. 

All other thoughts that aren’t of you go out the window when you begin to slowly strut over to the pole again, your eyes set dead on him. He especially chunks all other thoughts into the trash when you begin to move. You move perfectly to the music as if you’re made of it, your hips swaying sensually and hair swishing around your shoulders. Your eyes, two deep pools of brown, stare into his, never straying or looking away. You securely grasp the pole with both hands, one lower than the other, and gyrate your hips, making your ass jiggle enticingly to the beat. 

‘Fuck!’ Taishiro thinks, staring shamelessly at the jiggling fat. That thing that you’re lugging around should be illegal. Especially how you move it. It’s so hypnotizing the way it bounces and sways depending on the tempo of the song. When it’s slow enough, you wind and grind your thick hips suggestively against the pole, squatting with your legs open to give him a peek of the tiny cotton strip of your thong that hides the promise land from him. 

But when the tempo picks up, that ass is moving like it is made for him. He can’t keep his eyes off of the way your asscheeks bounce up and down and your thick thighs jiggle in time with your moves. You giggle to yourself as you bend over for him, causing your thong to sink deeper into your ass and make your cheeks look that much fatter. It suddenly feels hot in the room to Taishiro, uncomfortably so. He swallows every five seconds and shifts positions in his seat, trying in vain to ease the tension in his pants. 

He damn near loses his mind when you begin to finally break out the pole tricks. You grasp the pole with both hands and swing yourself around, your black heels dangling from above. He watches you, transfixed on the way you move like the wind is beneath your feet, the lights illuminating the muscles flexing beneath your luscious skin and body.

Every move you make, he is impressed and enchanted––splits; swings; backward bends. He loves it when you bend backward. There’s something about how you look when you’re in the air, your hair cascading down and your pretty face glinting in the lights. 

It’s like he’s watching a movie. He goes from sitting back against the couch to sitting up straight, eyes forward and lips parted in anticipation for your next move. His cock is damn near weeping at this point, pre-cum embarrassingly staining the inside of his boxers. He keeps his thighs closed because of that, not wanting you to see or notice his hard-on although he's sure you’ve seen plenty. With how you move, he knows you have. 

When the song finally comes to an end, you finally settle back down on your heels on the floor, effortless and skilled. Sweat glistens on your forehead, the bridge of your nose, and between your breasts where Taishiro finds his tongue wanting to be. You smile at him, proud of your work.

“You enjoy that?” you ask, out of breath. It sounds so sexy to him. He nods, too transfixed to speak. “I’m glad,” you laugh, secretly endeared by his cuteness. “That was all for you, after all.” 

Taishiro finally manages to snap some sense into himself when he realizes that you’ve stopped moving. The dance is over. ‘No,’ he thinks. ‘That can’t be! I want more of her.’

“Uh,” he stutters out, “s-so is my time here…over?” You raise a questionable eyebrow at him. “Do you want it to be?” you ask. He blushes rogue, adverting his gaze from yours. “Sorry,” he apologizes sheepishly. “I’m not used to this. I’ve never been to this type of club before, s-so I’m not sure how things work around here.” 

His eyes tick back to yours when he hears your heels clicking across the floor, getting closer and closer. His heart leaps when he realizes that you’re walking over to him. The lump in his throat grows as does his cock, hardening every second you grow nearer. Finally, you stand in front of him and hook a leg over his hip, his face now practically in your crotch.

“I was told to give you a dance,” you purr. “So that’s what I’m going to do.” You smile down at him, the idea of him being smaller than you makes him want to burst. “And plus, I want to. So would you like me to?” 

Taishiro is close to fainting as he stares up at you, not sure what’s happening but also liking it. “T-to dance for me?” he carefully asks. You slowly nod as the next song starts: “Body” by Summer Walker. “S-Sure,” he nervously replies. “I’d like that a lot.” A happy smile brightens up your pretty face like sunshine before you gently push him back to sit against the pillows. 

Then, without another word said between you, you dance. With your leg still hiked up over his side, you proceed to grind your hips into his face, staring down at him with hooded eyes as you do. Taishiro gets even more worked up with you up close and personal. You’re so close that he could pull your little dress up, your thong to the side, and eat you out if he wanted to…and he does want to. The urge to taste you is strong. But he won’t dare overstep your boundaries or violate the rules of the club. He’s sure that touching the dancers is a big no-no. 

So he keeps his hands to himself, balled up right at his sides. You then take your leg off of the couch and lower it before continuing your dance. Your hips wind before him, moving in one circular direction and then clockwise. You then slowly stand and turn around, your ass jiggling in his face when you bend down to touch your toes.

You then drop to your knees and proceed to do moves on the floor, hips circulating against the floor, your back arching sensually. The giggles that leave your lips are even more arousing. It means that you’re enjoying this. You like making him work up a sweat like this. His fists tighten, his nails digging into his palms from the force while his cock strains painfully against his jeans. He’s never been this horny in his life. 

He just about jumps out of his skin when you suddenly slide up between his thighs, your hands moving to run over his abs. “Such a nice body,” you coo. Your eyes sparkle as you stare up at him. “You can touch me, y’know. I don’t usually let my customers touch me, but I think I can make an exception for you.” You wink at him before standing and sitting down on his lap where you proceed to toss your ass back into his lap. 

Taishiro grunts as the softness of your plush asscheeks hits his groin, brushing up against his hard cock. But he doesn’t dare touch you. He can’t. He knows that if he does, nothing will hold back his fat form anymore. He can feel it pushing to be released, causing his body to tremble. You must notice too because you look back at him, your eyebrows knitted. “You alright, Taishiro?” you ask, sounding concerned. 

Taishiro grits his teeth as he smiles at you, doing his best to seem normal. “Yeah,” he assures you. “It’s not you, it’s all me. It’s kinda hard to feel…comfortable like this.” He hopes he thinks you mean that he’s just horny, but something in your face tells him that isn’t it. 

You pop off of him and twist around to face him, your hands holding his knees. “You don’t have to keep this up, y’know,” you giggle. “You can let go. I’m gonna judge you or anything for your other form.”

Taishiro’s eyes widen, wondering how you know just what the problem is. Can you see it on his face? Can you feel it in his body? Your hands begin to sneak up his shirt to reveal his big, toned body complete with a happy trail, chest hair, and two hardened, pink nipples. 

Taishiro groans as your nails drag against his skin, sending goosebumps in their wake. “I wanna see you,” you purr, your eyes hooded and lustful. “C’mon, big boy. Don’t hide yourself from me.” He blinks at you, shocked. A pretty woman like you is willingly asking to see him in his fat form? “A-Are you sure?” he asks, still uncertain. 

You suddenly stand, your smile fading. Without a word, you hook your leg up onto the cushion again and take his big hand in your tinier one. He lets you, mouth parted in disbelief when you suddenly press his hand up against your mound. He gasps when he feels the heat radiating from it and the wetness staining your thong. “Does this feel like I’m sure?” you ask breathlessly. 

He slowly shakes his head, watching his own hand stroke you through your underwear. His thumb is big enough to cover your entire clit which he finds rubbing in small circles through the wet fabric of your thong. A shuddery moan leaves your lips, making his cock turn rock solid. “Can I tell you a secret, Taishiro?” you softly ask, batting those pretty lashes at him. 

He dumbly nods, eyes lust-blown. “Uh-huh,” he softly murmurs. You lean in toward him, pressing your lips to his ear. “I’ve been like this ever since you walked into the club tonight,” you whisper. “I wanted to be the one to dance for you. Only you.” Your lips peck him lightly on the cheek, leaving a sticky ring of gloss in their wake. 

You then pull away to look at him where he sees nothing but longing and lust in them. “Can I please see you?” you sweetly ask, peering down at him with those big eyes and lashes. 

Taishiro doesn’t need any more confirmation that this is what you want. That he is what you want. “Anything you want,” he practically growls, unable to hold himself back any longer. He can already feel himself starting to shift and his cock beginning to leak through his jeans. Only now he doesn’t care to hide it. 

Right before your excited eyes, he shifts into his fat form. His body grows bigger and pudgier, his rock-hard abs and stomach growing into pudge. He is now all big and burly with thick thighs, rolls, and a gut. Though the muscle mass is still there, it hides behind his chubby body that your eyes roam over in absolute lust. It feels good to have someone so pretty and sexy see him in such a way and not shy away from him. In contrast, you look like you want a piece of whatever he’s bringing to the table. 

“Oh,” you purr, sliding your hands up his pudgy thighs. “Now there’s my big boy.” You pause, your eyebrows narrowing in concern. “Is it still okay I call you that?” 

Taishiro nearly busts right there. Your patience and sweetness is making him crazy! “Honey, you can call me whatever the fuck you want,” he groans. “Just please keep touching me.” 

At this, you giggle, pleased with his answer. You give him what he wants, trailing your hands and acrylic nails all over his body. You tweak and suck on his nipples, emitting soft groans and whimpers from his lips that he feels no embarrassing making. You drag your nails up and down his stomach, the slightly sharp feeling causing his skin to tingle. You pepper his skin in kisses, never shying away from any part of him.

You make him feel like a fucking king. You wound up between his thighs, kissing his lower stomach with your nails dragging across his thick, pudgy thighs. “That feel good, baby boy?” you coo. 

It feels like the air in his lungs is being constricted with how hard it suddenly is to breathe. The room feels too hot and tight, the walls closing in around him. But this has nothing to do with anxiety or anything close to it. It has everything to do with how horny he is. All he can think about is cumming all over your pretty face. “Y-Yes,” he whimpers. “S-So good.” 

You pause your kisses for a moment, confusing him. “Do you want more?” you inquire, looking up at him from between his thighs. His brows furrow in confusion and shock. “What do you mean?” he asks, hoping he isn’t mistaken by what he thinks you are insinuating. You couldn’t possibly mean… 

You stare up at him with a look that nearly has him creaming his pants, your long, faux lashes framing your pretty eyes. “I wanna taste you, Taishiro,” you purr. “I wanna know just what's hiding behind these jeans.” Your hand moves to palm his bulge through his jeans, emitting a grin from him. “I-I thought the dancers here don’t do that,” he stutters out. 

A humorous smile pulls onto your glossy lips. “Some don’t, some do,” you snicker. “It’s a rule to not engage in sex with customers, but the girls here gotta make some extra dough.” You lean your head against his thigh, the sight giving him some very unholy thoughts of him fucking your face. “Plus, I told you already that I can make an exception for you.” 

Your hand continuous to palm him through his pants, moving in slow circles and applying the right pressure––not to hard but not too soft. Taishiro leans his head back and moans, the sound loud and unabashed. “I can feel you already,” you moan. “You’re drippin’ for me, baby boy. That’s so hot.” He looks down, finding that his pre has begun to stain his jeans. But for some reason, he isn’t mortified; not with the lustful look in your eyes. 

You look up at him again, a sensual look on your face. “So can I give you an extra birthday gift, birthday boy?” you ask. Taishiro has never gotten his belt loosened so quick in his life. “So eager!” you laugh, helping him take his pants down to his ankles. He watches you loop your hands through his boxers, his body on fire. “Are you kiddin’ me?” he scoffs. “How can I not be with someone as beautiful as you?” 

You don’t reply to his sweet comment immediately. That’s because you’re too busy gaping at his cock when it is released from its prison. He is big, thick, and extremely hard. The bulbous, pink head drips in pre-cum which dribbles enticingly down his thick shaft where a couple veins throb under the tender skin of his cock. He keeps himself trimmed, each golden-blonde public cut short but curly like the hair on his belly and chest. From his cock hangs two heavy balls, soft, sinewy with blonde hair, and holding all the cum he has for you and you alone. 

He relishes in your gaze, feeling like the sexiest man in the world. “No,” you coo. “You're the beautiful one here, birthday boy.” You start by spitting all over his cock, causing him to groan at the sight of your saliva dripping over his shaft and balls. Then you begin to stroke him, having to use both hands because he’s just too damn big for one. 

Taishiro’s toes curl in his sneakers while his head tips back. “Shit!” he hisses, unable to hold back his choice words or sounds of pleasure. Your soft, tiny hands feel so good stroking his big dick. Every move you back causes his body to tingle, his cells to come alive from the pleasure you’re giving him. The lewd, wet sounds of your hands stroking his wet cock don’t do him any good either. He’s a lost cause. 

Especially when you finally wrap your lips around him. Taishiro’s eyes nearly bulge out of his skull the minute he feels your soft lips and wet tongue wrap around him, turning all kinds of tricks and skills on his dick. Flicking, licking, sucking.

“F-Fuck,” he groans, gripping the couch beneath him. He’s never been treated so well. You’re such a good little cocksucker. He blushes red at the nasty thought. He shouldn’t be thinking of you in such a horrible way! 

But the way you’re sucking on his dick and taking him in your throat is making him think different. You grip the base of his cock with one hand as you open your throat for him, taking him as deep as you can go. The gagging sounds that emit from your pretty throat nearly makes him cum, especially when combined with the way your throat tightens around him. So wet…so tight… He wonders if your pussy is this good too. 

He bets it is. He bets it has a tight grip like your hand stroking his cock with quick strokes that have the cum rising in his cock. He bets it’s just as wet as your throat, dripping saliva down his balls. He bets you’d moan so pretty and loud for him every time he plunges his cock into you, hitting that spot that’d have you seeing stars and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. He can feel your pussy now squeezing around him, urging him to cum.

“F-fuck, darlin’!” he groans, gripping the couch for dear life. “I’m gonna cum soon! You’re gonna make me cum!” 

You hum appreciatively, nodding your head. The way your head bobs causes his cock to brush against the roof of your mouth, sending tingles throughout his dick. “Cum for me, baby boy,” you urge, speeding up your stroking until his toes are curling and his thighs are shaking. “Cum all over my face.” 

You go back to eagerly sucking him off, slurping him down like it’ll be your last meal for a while. His balls begin to tighten. He can feel himself reaching his peak. But something stops him: the fact that you won’t be cumming too. Though your mouth feels good enough to burst, he knows his release would feel even better if you’re feeling good too. Call him a people pleaser. 

“No!” he desperately cries out. “No, please, don’t! I-I don’t wanna cum yet!” 

Hearing the desperation in his voice, you pop off of his cock with a wet “pop!”, saliva dribbling from your plump, bottom lip. Why not?” you ask, sounding utterly confused. It’s so cute. He looks down at you with hooded eyes and cups your chin in his big, strong hand. “‘Cause I wanna cum when you do,” he breathlessly replies. “I wanna make you feel good too.” 

You stare at him for a moment as if trying to piece together if he’s serious. He’s sure that you’re used to men who take what they want and leave you feeling unappreciated in your line of work. But not this man. He wants to give you every ounce of pleasure he can while you’re together. “Baby,” you giggle, looking touched by his need to please you too. But you deserve it. With the amount of energy it took to dance for him and suck the soul out of his dick, he’ll gladly give you the goddamn moon.  

Before you can agree (or even disagree), your phone suddenly beeps. You pull it out from inside your boot and groan in frustration at what waits for you there. “Shit,” you sigh. “I have to go on bottle service in five minutes. We don’t have much time.” You look utterly disappointed as you toss your phone to the side. 

You aren’t the only one. Taishiro would’ve wanted to feel your wet pussy and thighs on his face or even bend you over to fuck you silly until you came all over him. But obviously, that isn’t in the plan right now. “Then what do you want me to do?” he asks, eager to please you. He takes your hands in his, squeezing them. “I’ll do anything. I just wanna get you off too.” 

You smile at his eagerness, happiness lighting up your entire face. “Just sit there,” you reply. Taishiro obeys, staying put despite his throbbing, aching cock hanging between his thighs. He just about has a stroke when you take your dress off, revealing your bra and thong. He commits the outfit to memory. You then turn around and hook your legs over his lap, straddling him, his naked cock pressed up against your wet, fabric-covered pussy.

Slowly, you begin to rock your hips back and forth, riding his cock. He watches it slide between your thighs and across your asscrack, and back again to poke at that wet cunt that feels like an oven with how hot it is. You turn to face him over your shoulder, swishing your hair in the process. “Is this okay?” you ask breathlessly. “It’s not weird?” 

He knows what you want instantly and grasps your hips, pulling you closer. His cock pushes against your clit, causing you to whimper. “Fuck no,” he huffs. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

The more you roll those hips and grind that pussy down into his cock, the more he's starting to believe it. He can only imagine how this would feel if you moved your thong to the side, but he doesn’t have a condom and he isn’t sure if you’re on protection. He doesn’t care to ask. All he cares about is cumming and more importantly, cumming with you. 

His eyes drink in the way you toss your hair and ass around, loving how good you’re feeling. That ass is especially a sight to see. The way the thong digs into your asscheeks, making them look so plump and jiggly is almost too much. He can just imagine your ass bouncing like that while his big cock is inside of you, stretching you out. His hand is coming down to smack your ass before he can stop himself.

You gasp as the loud sound of his hand connecting with your asscheek fills the air. “S-sorry!” he immediately apologizes. “I should’ve asked first! You just looked so good.” 

His face grows hot, alarmed at himself. He’s never felt so feral for a woman before. But when you lean back and cup his face in your hand, he realizes that you’re much different. You’re a freak. “I liked it,” you whimper, pleaing with your eyes. “Do it again.” 

He obliges, bringing his hand down to smack your ass again. And again. And again. The sharp sound of his hand hitting your luscious asscheeks causes him to grind up into you, meeting the roll of your hips. Moans, gasps, and shuddery exhales fill the air as you both grind your bodies against each other, his wet cock sliding against your pussy. “Talk to me, baby boy,” you beg. “Please just say something!” 

Taishiro is happy to oblige. “You feel so good for me, darlin’,” he groans, his cock growing beneath your pussy the more you grind against it. “I feel so good I can’t taste this pretty little pussy. I wanna make you feel good too.”

You once again look behind you, letting him see those pretty eyes. “You are,” you whisper. “And you can taste me too.” You then move your fingers beneath your thong waistband where he can hear the sound of your wet pussy when you swish your fingers in it. 

You then take your fingers out, giving him a peek of your juices glistening on them. You reach back and he leans forward, immediately latching his mouth around your fingers to suck your essence off of him. He groans at your taste, his tongue swirling around your digits. You’re heavenly. “I taste good, Daddy?” you ask, smirking at him. 

He doesn’t know if it’s the taste of you on his tongue or if it’s the nickname, but something ignites in Taishiro that has him going completely off the rails for you. Suddenly, he’s leaning up and latching his arms around your body, holding your arms down so you can’t leave. A cute little squeak of surprise leaves your mouth that turns into a shuddery moan when his hips grind against your cunt harder, faster, urging you to cum.

“Sorry, darlin’,” he chuckles. “I just have to cum, and I want you to cum too.” 

He can tell from the way your body is tensing that you’re close. He leans in to your ear, his breath fanning across your face. “Can you do that for me, baby doll? Can you cum all over my thigh like a good girl?” His teeth nip at your earlobe as his cock glides across your swollen clit, causing you to cry out in pleasure. “Like my good little dancer?” he whispers. 

“Yes!” you cry out, your pretty voice bouncing off of the walls. “I’m gonna cum, Daddy! ‘M gonna cum!” You begin to babble as your release gets closer, your hips moving on their own. His one hand finds one of your breasts to play with, fondling it under your bra cup while he watches your ass grind down into his cock. “Me too,” he groans. “You’re just too much for me.” 

And you are. The softness and thickness of your body, the heat radiating off of your soaked pussy, and the way your thighs tremble against his finally takes him over the edge. “Take it!” he growls. “Take all of this cum, baby doll! My pretty lil’ dancer…” You whine in response as your orgasm takes over, making you shake and shudder against him. 

When you both cum, you cum hard. Loud moans of your release fill the room as you gush in your thong and Taishiro sprays his cum all over your pussy and thighs, creating one creamy mess. You continue to grind against his softening cock despite how much he moans and shudders at the feeling. “S-slow down please!” he begs. “S-So sensitive!” Relentless tingles course through his body as his orgasm rolls on, shocking him to his core. 

You laugh at his whimpers, poking your bottom lip out at him. “Sorry,” you giggle. “Hearing those moans are just so hot.” With a soft moan, you rise off of him, revealing how much he actually came. “Wow,” you laugh, shocked. “That’s a lot of cum, baby boy.” 

And how! His nut coats his thighs and pudgy stomach as well as your thighs, thong, and bra, dripping off of your skin.  “Oh, no, your outfit!” he gasps, mortified. “I’m so, so sorry! Can I pay for dry cleaning? How much is it? I’ll give you the money on top of your pay for the dance.” 

You begin to laugh at his panic, the sound like music to him. “Taishiro, it’s fine,” you say through a fit of giggles. “I can just wipe it off.” You walk over to the mini-bar and bend down, giving him a good view of your ass. You then retrieve some baby wipes from a drawer and hand him some to clean up with. Relief floods him when you wipe your cum off of your underwear and skin, nothing staining. 

“See?” you hum. “All clean.” You give him a smile that eases his nerves and fills with him a calm sensation despite what just transpired between you. A comfortable silence fills the air as you both dress yourselves, the sinful act of what you just did hidden. You then turn to him, pressing your hands against his chest. “Did you enjoy your gift?” you purr. 

His cock twitches at the memory of your thighs and wet cunt. “Immensely,” he sighs. “That was…amazing.” He puts his hands on your hips, bringing you closer. ”You were amazing.” 

He wants more of you. Much, much more. 

You lean your head forward, your nose brushing against his in a nuzzle that gives him tingles all over. “I’d wanna stay and snuggle, but I’ve gotta get back to work,” you sigh, sounding disappointed. You aren’t the only one. He really doesn't want this to be the last time he sees you. He’s never felt so free with a woman before, especially one that embraces his fat form. 

You look up at him, almost bashful and shy now. “I wanna see you again though. I’m sure as a pro, you’ve got your busy schedule or anything, but if you ever find yourself here again or–“ 

“Yes!” he practically shouts. He then retracts, blushing despite bursting with joy. “Yeah,” he calmly says. “I wanna see you again too.” He pulls away from you slightly, playfully teasing you. “But I think I’d need your number for that,” he chuckles. He eyes your phone across the room on the couch. 

You raise an eyebrow at him, playfully ticking your nail against your chin. “I don’t know,” you hum. “Do snuggles come with that?” For some reason, his cock twitches even more at the idea of cuddling with you. He smiles down at you, his hand gliding down to cup your ass. “Of course, darlin’. Don't you know I’m a seasoned snuggle professional?” 

You then smile brightly, giving him the impression that this is what you wanted to hear. After he slides his phone out and you put your number in for him, you stand up on your tip toes and press a sticky kiss to his cheek, signaling your departure. “Well, I’ve gotta get changed,” you announce. He releases you and watches you walk to the door, hating to see you go but loving to watch you leave. 

You turn to him before you open the door, a sexy smirk playing on your lips. “I’ll be seein’ you, birthday boy. And you’d better call me.” Taishiro smirks back at you, shoving his hands in his pockets as if that will hide his excitement. “I can try to work around my busy schedule for that.” 

You giggle at his playfulness and your hand goes for the doorknob. But you never reach for it. It pauses in mid-air as you gasp thoughtfully to yourself. “Oh, and I almost forgot!” You turn and skip back over to him, the cutest smile on your face as you do. 

Before he can take a breath, you’re grasping him and pressing your lips against his, promising more endless nights of this as his mouth glides against yours. Slowly, you pull away and smile at your glittery gloss now all over his mouth. “Happy birthday,” you whisper. 

Taishiro heart pounds against his chest as a smile crosses his lips too. His hand then reaches down into his pocket where he slips out a $100, crisp and clean. He slides it into your bra strap, emitting a bellied laugh from you. “Thanks for the gift,” he chuckles. 

THE END. 

[nordax]

in the crooks of your body (i find my religion)

hi. hello. it's been a while. like, a year and a half since i've written anything but sometimes a situation just requires some soft porn, you know?

anyway. buck x tommy, body worship, nipple play & titty fucking coming. word count: 4k ish

also on ao3

“You look… incredible.”

Buck’s words are almost a whisper, and he can’t tear his eyes away from Tommy, who is wearing a dark button up, some flowy, nice material, and the buttons at the top are undone, flashing a lot of chest.

“Thanks”, Tommy says and Buck can hear the smile on his face as he steps closer to kiss him. It’s like a ritual, every time they see each other, that Tommy presses a soft kiss to his birthmark and then grabs his chin, softly. It’s no different this time and it makes Buck’s heart soar and flutter in his chest, like he swallowed a swarm of butterflies. Their teeth clash a little but it’s alright, and Tommy tastes sweet and familiar and it makes his knees buckle a little bit.

It’s a date night, the first in a long while because of course their schedules were opposites for what felt like an eternity. Realistically, it was probably like a week but every day that Buck went without seeing Tommy felt too much. His heart aches with longing, even now, as Tommy’s hand finds its place on the small of his back, pulling their hips together and he has to fight the urge to grind down on him.

They have a reservation at some fancy place Buck’s never been to but Tommy assures is great, and he doesn’t want to ruin their plans but the desire to pull Tommy into his apartment and take him on the kitchen counter is intense.

Still, he lets Tommy take his hand and lead him to the stairs and down to the car. Like the gentleman he is, he opens the car door for Buck and it still makes him feel special. Loved.

It’s a short drive, and the place is admittedly very nice. The food is good, the service great, and all Buck can think about is the way Tommy’s shirt hugs his chest, even with the top buttons undone, and how badly he wants to tear off the shirt and just go to town.

Tommy has incredible pecs. Well, he’s incredible and gorgeous all over but something about this look in particular is driving him crazy. When Tommy leans forward, Buck can almost see his nipples and it makes his mouth go very dry. He wants to get his hands on them, pinch and lick and suck, see what kind of sounds he could pull from Tommy.

Earth to Evan, he hears Tommy say and there’s an amused look on his face when Buck finally meets his eyes.

“Seeing something you like?” he asks, leaning back in his chair and rolling his shoulders, stretching, pulling his shirt taut over his chest and highlighting every curve.

“Uhhh y-yeah, sorry”, Buck manages, feeling his cheeks heat up. “I’m sorry. You look so gorgeous. What were you saying?”

He wants to listen, of course he does, but he’s pretty sure Tommy is teasing him on purpose. He almost maintains eye contact, drifting only to Tommy’s lips and back up.

“Look who’s talking”, Tommy says and nods towards Buck. “You are allowed to look, but there’s drool and maybe that’s for a less public setting. Like back at your place. I could let you take this shirt off but don’t tear it, I can almost hear you thinking about that. It’s a nice shirt and I’d like to wear it again, especially since you seem to like it so much.”

Buck feels heat pooling in his stomach and Tommy leans in closer again, taking Buck’s hand in his.

“If I was, say, shirtless in your bed. What would you want to do?” he asks, voice low and rough and he’s going to kill Buck if he keeps going.

“I- I don’t know”, Buck says and Tommy cocks his head to the side, raising an eyebrow like he’s saying yeah you do, we both know and Buck swallows hard. “I want to undress you myself. I would tear that shirt but since that’s off the table, maybe open it painfully slowly. Button by button, kissing you. Let you get all worked up. And I would touch you, cup those incredible pecs in my hands and pinch your nipples before getting my mouth on that.”

Tommy’s pupils are blown wide and he’s biting his lower lip, squeezing Buck’s hand.

“I bet you like that, don’t you? I’d worship you all night. Bite you. Mark you. I can’t wait to get my hands on your tits.”

The word slips out from his mouth and his heart skips at least three beats. He did not mean to say that, even if he was thinking about it. But Tommy only chokes out a moan, and it makes Buck’s dick twitch in his increasingly uncomfortably tight pants.

“How about”, Tommy says, pausing and his eyes flicker to Buck’s lips, “we skip dessert and head back instead?”

Buck nods enthusiastically and almost knocks the table over in his hurry to get up. Tommy gets the check, and they’re back in the car in record time. Buck lays his hand on Tommy’s thigh, dangerously high, rubbing circles with his thumb and Tommy is gripping the wheel with his knuckles white.

It’s a miracle they make it back in one piece, with Buck continuing his speech about everything he wants to do. Like map Tommy’s body with his tongue, and find all the spots that make him sing and cry and moan. He palms at his own dick through his pants and Tommy’s eyes are hungry, darting between him and the road.

“You’re gonna kill me, kid”, Tommy laughs as they stumble up the stairs and to the door of Buck’s apartment, and his hands shake as he opens the door. The way Tommy says kid makes his heart flutter, again, and his dick twitch.

“Yeah? Is that a challenge?” he muses, tossing his jacket in the general direction of where it should go, pulling Tommy along with him, up the stairs to the loft and why did he have to move somewhere where the bed is so far from the door?

Their clothes leave a trace from the door, along the stairs and to the foot of the bed, and in his hurry to kick off his pants, Tommy trips and lands on the bed and Buck can’t help but laugh.

“You really that eager?”

Tommy shoots him a knowing look, eyes wandering to the obvious bulge in Buck’s pants.

“As if you aren’t.”

Buck shrugs and steps out of his pants and boxers, and slips his socks off before climbing on top of Tommy, still wearing his underwear and that damned shirt. He straddles Tommy and the fabric of his underwear rubbing on his dick sends sparks through his entire body.

Tommy raises his arms above his head, studying Buck’s body and slowly meeting his eyes and there’s such fondness in his eyes it makes Buck’s heart tumble in his chest oddly and he relishes in the undivided attention.

Slowly, with shaky hands, he takes the first button of Tommy’s shirt and opens it. It’s difficult this way around and he would much rather tear the shirt and maybe buy a new one for Tommy. But he continues to the second button, taking it slow like he promised even though he can feel his dick leaking onto Tommy’s stomach. You’re so wet, he remembers Tommy saying the first time he gave him a blowjob and it made him blush violently but Tommy said it with so much love and adoration, and not to tease him and it almost made him cry.

“God you’re fucking gorgeous”, Buck breathes as he finishes opening the shirt, letting it fall open and Tommy shivers. There’s a cocky, confident smile on his lips that Buck can’t wait to wipe that off and replace it with a blissful, spent smile. “I can’t wait to ruin you.”

Tommy moans at that and then covers his mouth, like he surprised himself with his reaction. Buck takes his hand and places it back on the pillow above his head. He leans down to kiss Tommy, on his lips and on his chin. His version of the ritual.

“None of that. I wanna hear you”, he says and Tommy nods, rendered breathless and speechless. It’s a rare occasion, and Buck kisses him again, sloppy and wet and greedy. He trails open-mouthed kisses down Tommy’s chin and along his jaw, down his throat, scraping his teeth softly against the skin. It earns him little gasps and he can feel Tommy’s muscles twitching and moving underneath him. The strength makes his head spin a little. Tommy could relatively easily throw him off, change their positions, but he seems content underneath him, Buck’s thighs framing him.

Buck keeps his eyes on Tommy’s face as he lays his hands on his chest, testing the waters. He squeezes and gropes, letting his fingers dig into the skin and there’s muscle, yes, but softness too. It’s a wonderful view, watching Tommy’s mouth fall open and his head tilt back. He’s sensitive, that Buck already knows, but he’s never really focused this much on his chest. He ghosts his fingers across the soft skin and Tommy groans, arching his body, trying to push into the touch.

When Buck ghosts his fingers over the dark and splotchy scar on Tommy’s ribs, he draws in a sharp breath through his teeth.

“Does it hurt?” Buck asks, even though somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows it’s an old scar. He’s heard the story before, when they laid in bed and he traced Tommy’s scars and asked about the stories behind them.

“Surprised me, is all. Most people aren’t a fan of those. Reminds them too much about how dangerous the job is”, he says and pauses. “Still not used to… this.”

And he doesn’t need to say anything more, because Buck understands and he knows what Tommy means, like he knows Tommy understands when he doesn’t talk about the lighting strike or the ladder truck.

“Reminds me that you’re still here, despite it all. Still alive. With me.”

Tommy hums softly and blinks a couple times, and it feels like too much, for a moment, like he might drown in this emotion and then Tommy’s hands reach for him, pulling him down for a kiss. It grounds him and when Tommy drags his bottom lip between his teeth, he feels those sparks again, lighting a fire in the pit of his stomach.

With his mouth still on Tommy’s, he grabs Tommy’s left nipple between his thumb and index finger, twisting it and drinking in all of Tommy’s soft moans. He ducks down to lick circles around Tommy’s right nipple, just above the scar, circling it with the tip of his tongue and Tommy breathes out his name, pleading. Buck grabs more of his left pec, as much as he can, and thinks about how good his cum would look splattered over Tommy’s chest and face. Wonders if he could fuck those pretty tits of his.

It requires some coordination to do two different things at once, but Buck is good at this and he knows it. While his mouth is busy with Tommy’s right nipple, licking and sucking, he squeezes and twists the other one, and Tommy whines, high and needy. His hands come down, one twisting into his hair and the other sneaking past him, grabbing his ass. Tommy pulls on his hair and Buck moans against his skin. It sends electricity all through him, makes him tingle, the way Tommy grabs his hair and doesn’t let go, doesn’t pull him off but just holds him there, guiding him where he wants him.

Buck scrapes his teeth over the nipple in his mouth and praise rains from Tommy’s lips. Encouraged, he bites at Tommy’s chest, between the nipple and the scar. Soft at first and when Tommy doesn’t protest, he bites a little harder, tugging on the skin with his skin and sucking on it, and Tommy tastes like salt and sex and home.

He sucks three marks there, and it leaves the skin red.

“Admiring your work?” Tommy asks and his voice is a little hoarse, his lips plush and red like he’s been chewing on them. Buck nods and ducks his head again, nuzzling his face between Tommy’s pecs and Tommy laughs softly. He cards his fingers through Buck’s hair, and it feels so nice. He lays there for a moment, listening to the steady beat of Tommy’s heart. When he slips his tongue out and licks the skin, he feels Tommy’s dick twitch against his ass.

Right. Priorities. Like trying to get Tommy off without touching him.

He grazes his teeth over Tommy’s left nipple and in response, Tommy curses and praises him, says his name like a prayer, words all mangled together and the hand in his hair tightens again. Buck licks and sucks and bites until Tommy is panting, hips bucking up and it makes Buck’s heart swell with pride. He sits up just to squeeze Tommy’s tits, pushing them together and he looks so gorgeous with his cheeks flushed and chest all wet and covered in bite marks and bruises.

“Can I fuck your tits?” Buck asks and Tommy chokes on his moan, hand falling from Buck’s hair. He would be embarrassed if he wasn’t so turned on. “Like, can you push them together for me? I want to paint you with my cum.”

“God, Evan”, Tommy breathes and places his hands on Buck’s hips. His fingers dig into Buck’s skin and silently, he hopes Tommy would grab him hard enough to bruise him, to leave his fingerprints on him.

“Can I? Please?” he asks again, watching Tommy intently and trying to convey all of his emotion in that single look. His hard, neglected cock twitches and he resists the urge to touch himself. He wants to give Tommy time to think, because they’ve talked about this before, about trying things they might like.

“Yeah, Evan. You can”, Tommy says finally and Buck moans, deep and throaty and leans in for a kiss. Tommy’s hands slide from his hips and up, along his back, cradling his face and this, right here, is where he belongs. He pulls back breathless and Tommy has that stupid, proud smile on his face. It falters when Buck rotates off of him, crawling to the side of the bed, rummaging through the drawers and returning with a wide grin and a bottle of lube.

“Can I take the shirt off now?” Tommy asks and Buck pretends to think for a moment, because he already decided not to ruin his shirt and they’re trying something new, he doesn’t want Tommy to be uncomfortable. With his permission, Tommy sits up and slips the shirt off, and Buck thinks he sees Tommy flexing his muscles just a bit more than necessary. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of his underwear and Buck stops him, grabbing his wrists.

“Not yet. I want to watch you fall apart for me, so no touching”, he says and Tommy’s eyes flash with something, lust. Hunger. He lets Buck guide his hands to his sides, and straddles him again, shuffling until his dick is perfectly between Tommy’s pecs.

“You look fucking gorgeous”, Buck says because he can’t not, because Tommy is the most beautiful thing he has ever had the pleasure of witnessing and his words make Tommy squirm.

“Really?” he asks, and his usual confidence is hiding somewhere. There’s uncertainty, and Buck understands because he’s pushing Tommy out of his comfort zone but then again, Tommy pushing him out of his was one of the best things to ever happen to him. That, and the constant reassurance.

“Yes, really. Only thing that would make this better is my cum all over your pretty face.”

Tommy makes a choked sound, and grabs Buck to pull him down for a kiss and his hand sneaks between them, fingers wrapping around his dick and he swallows Buck’s moan effortlessly.

“Can’t wait”, Tommy whispers and gives a few good tugs on his dick and Buck is already so worked up he thinks about letting Tommy just jerk him off, it would have the same end result. But he’s been wanting this for a while now, a little longer than he’s willing to admit.

“You’re gonna make me cum”, he says and doesn’t pull Tommy’s hand off, just closes his eyes and relaxes. Tommy works him with certain hands, squeezing the base of his cock and it sets his skin on fire, sends his heart soaring through the roof. He feels so good in Tommy’s hands. Tommy’s big, strong hands that seem to fit on him like puzzle pieces fit together and how their bodies slot together like they were sculpted from the same piece of clay.

Like they were made for each other.

“You wanna fuck my tits or not?” Tommy asks, and it brings Buck back to this moment, and the heat pooling in his stomach. Buck swats Tommy’s hand from his cock and squeezes a generous amount of lube on his own hand, spreading it all over his dick and letting it drip onto Tommy’s chest. He gasps and complains that it’s cold, and it’s cruel to do that without warning, and Buck makes a mental note about pursuing that further one day. Right now, he has more pressing concerns. He orders Tommy to push his tits together, and he does, a lovely blush on his cheeks and it’s such a pretty look. There’s enough soft flesh there to form something he could fuck.

Buck tries slowly pushing his hips forward, guiding his dick between Tommy’s tits, and it feels euphoric. The way Tommy looks so thrown off balance and yet so eager, eyes darting back and forth between Buck’s face and his dick, and the obscene sound of his dick against Tommy’s smooth, slicked up skin.

He wants to do this slow, to make it last, but he can’t, not when Tommy looks like that. Buck leans forward, looming over Tommy and grabbing the headboard for support. Tommy slides his hand to Buck’s dick, guiding it down and deeper between his tits and Buck moans at that, low and rough and oh he’s so wrecked.

“You’re so fucking good for me”; he says and his hips stutter. “Not gonna last long.”

Tommy groans in response and tries squeezing his chest in more, with his arms more than his hands and with a slightly awkward angle, he manages to wrap his fingers around Buck’s dick and tries jerking him to the rhythm of Buck’s thrusts. Buck thinks he might pass out. Tommy is breathing hard under him, and he looks so gorgeous, and somewhere in the back of his mind, Buck thinks about Tommy’s poor neglected cock but then Tommy rubs his thumb over the tip of his dick, along the slit and it almost sends him over the edge.

“Tommy, please”, he manages, voice hoarse.

“Do you want to cum on my tits?” Tommy asks, breathless and so desperate. He tugs on Buck’s dick, matching the increasingly inelegant pace and then he opens his mouth, like an invitation.

It’s like he wants Buck to pass out.

He thrusts harder, faster, desperate for release and he feels his balls tightening and that heat from his stomach rising to his chest, and he chases that, bed groaning under them as he shoots thick ropes of cum over Tommy’s tits and his throat and some of it into his mouth. Tommy keeps pumping his dick until Buck is shaking with overstimulation, gasping out little moans.

“Good?” Tommy asks, the bastard.

“Perfect.”

Buck opens his eyes just in time to see Tommy wipe the cum from his face and licking it off, slowly, one finger at a time.

“You’re such a cum slut, aren’t you?” Buck asks, still a little dazed and floating somewhere between his bedroom and seventh heaven. Tommy laughs and his hands are on Buck’s legs, stroking up and down his thighs, softly kneading his bad knee before going up again and settling on his hips.

“For you? Anything”, he says and it makes Buck’s head spin. He reaches behind himself to palm at Tommy’s cock and there’s a wet patch on his underwear. Tommy moans and tries bucking up into the touch, fingers digging into Buck’s skin.

“Want you inside me”, Buck says without thinking really, still riding his high. There’s a distant throbbing pain in his knee. “Want you to fuck me into the mattress.”

Within milliseconds of the words leaving his lips, Tommy slides him off of him and then pushes him down, and in a flurry of motion his underwear ends up on the floor and Buck finds himself lying on his stomach, Tommy settling between his legs. It makes his stomach swoop, the way Tommy manhandles him so easily.

He hears the cap of lube opening and Tommy’s hands spreading his cheeks, a finger circling him before pressing in. He can’t help but moan and whine when the finger pushes in deeper.

“Good?” Tommy asks and Buck mumbles out a yeah, more please, and Tommy chuckles and pushes his finger in deeper for a moment before almost pulling out and Buck pushes back, trying to fuck himself on Tommy’s hand. He’s done that before, and Tommy watched him with hungry eyes.

“More”, Buck says, muffled against the pillows.

“Who’s the slut now?” Tommy asks, but obliges, pushing in a second finger, slowly. It feels like an eternity before he curls his fingers, pulling them out almost all the way before pushing  them in again, scissoring and stretching him. Buck tangles his hands in the bedsheets and begs more, more, please, Tommy-

It’s a blinding pleasure, feeling the tip of Tommy’s cock on his entrance. Buck bites into the pillow and tries not to whine like a cheap whore but it feels so good, to have Tommy fill him and he feels himself getting hard again. He relishes in the stretch of Tommy inside him, and how Tommy’s hand finds its place on the back of his neck, steady, strong. A promise.

Buck arches his back and pushes back, his ass against Tommy’s hips and Tommy’s fingers wrap around his throat. He squeezes lightly and  thrusts into Buck, fast and steady, singing praise. You’re so good for me, Evan. Take my cock so well.

It’s almost enough to make him hard again, balancing on the edge of being too much, too painful. Tommy coaxes filthy moans from him, whispering his name and yes I’m good for you, I’m yours, I’m yours, Tommy I’m yours until Tommy’s hand recedes from his throat to grab his hips, lifting him to his knees. He fucks him hard, like Buck asked, hips slamming into Buck with abandon.

“Please make this fast, can’t take much”, Buck chokes out and he’s shaking, but Tommy wants this and his fingers are painfully deep in his hips, and he’ll bruise for sure. Something about them wearing each other’s marks makes his heart swell and rise to his throat and when Tommy cums inside him, Buck feels tears burning his eyes.

Tommy leans down over him, kissing his ear and his neck and his shoulders, down along his spine, dragging skin between his teeth.

I’m so in love with you, Buck wants to say and all that comes out is a muffled moan, and Tommy hums in response. When he pulls out, Buck feels his cum dripping and trailing down his thigh. He slumps down and feels Tommy lay down next to him, a hand coming to frame his face and a thumb wiping the tear from his cheek.

“Are you okay, Evan?” Tommy asks and his voice is so soft and filled with love and worry that Buck can’t open his eyes because if he does, he’ll actually start sobbing. Not because he’s not okay, because he’s more than okay, he’s full of Tommy, he’s loved and sometimes it’s just a little too much.

“I love you”, he answers instead and reaches for Tommy, wants to hide his face in the crook of his neck where he knows it fits perfectly, like it was made for him. But he misses and his hand lands in the sticky, cold mess of lube and cum on Tommy’s chest. “That’s a bit disgusting.”

“The love or the mess you made?” Tommy asks and again, Buck can hear the smile in his voice. He doesn’t reply, just slowly blinks his eyes open and he feels another tear escape. His eyes are drawn immediately to Tommy’s chest, and it’s covered in the marks he made, and they’re getting darker by the second. He might have been a little over-enthusiastic. He traces them with his fingers, a little mesmerised.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks and finally, meets Tommy’s eyes.

“No. It was… really good”, Tommy says and brushes his thumb over Buck’s lips, leaving him breathless. “Feel up for a shower?”

Buck hums in response and there’s a weariness making itself home in his bones, and the ache in his knee is becoming stronger. But he knows they’re sticky and probably made a mess of the sheets too, and falling asleep like this will definitely lead to incredible discomfort when they wake up.

“Carry me?” he asks, holding his arms up and Tommy laughs, but he gets up and pulls Buck up to sit on the edge of the bed, and there’s a certain determination in his eyes like he’s actually going to haul Buck up to his shoulder and carry him to the shower. Unfortunately, there are stairs in the way, and having to call 911 because you and your boyfriend slipped on the stairs, both covered in cum, is a horrifying thought.

“I’ll carry you back to bed, and I promise to be careful with the stairs”, Tommy says, and offers a hand to Buck to help him up and that sounds infinitely better. His hand fits into Tommy’s like it was meant to be there.

[ducktracy]

Watched “The Henpecked Duck” and while I am never fond of the battleaxe wife stereotype, it is SUCH an enthralling glimpse into Daffy’s psyche. You truly feel him in every moment. You live through him vicariously. What is he made of. What do they feed him

HOHOHOHOOOOOOO you are going to be a big fan of my review i am currently concocting for it in that case!

i agree completely. it’s a humble cartoon in comparison to everything else, but i’ve realized that in my more subjective perception of these cartoons (aka when i succumb to my duck dominated world) i tend to view them as shorts made pre-Henpecked Duck and shorts post-Henpecked Duck. it’s an IMMENSELY important cartoon for Daffy’s development. here are a handful of my notes on this short that sort of delve into why (and the review will subsequently delve into these):

AND YEAH the battle axe thing.. His Bitter Half is another henpecked “who wears the pants” stereotype Daffy cartoon—and i’d argue it’s one of the funniest Daffy shorts ever made! it’s made a little more digestible in Bitter Half since Daffy certainly isn’t a beacon of hospitality or generosity in that one either HAHA

but yeah, Henpecked is amazing because it’s a very raw and rather emotional cartoon that reeeeeeally makes makes you empathize with Daffy. it’s all super purposeful too. it’s also very good if you’re a Porky fanatic myself because while it doesn’t seem like a short that benefits him in any way at all, it provides wonderful opportunities for musings such as “Porky Pig is the only person on earth who would ever keep his *stupid little bow tie with his judges robes” (these are very important developments the public deserves to know)

*it is absolutely not stupid at all. the combination with the robes just makes it look stupid in every positive connotation of the word. and that’s why we love him and for no other reason at all. none. it is all reliant on the bowtie

[remisummerglow]

Shrink or Swim prologue

It was a somewhat regular Friday night. A group of young people were sitting at a pub’s table, a pint in front of each face. The atmosphere in the room was rowdy, with loud rock music playing off the speakers and people chatting laughing and shouting all around, alcohol fueling their good or bad times.

"So," asked Dave, a glasses-wearing twenty-something with a mustache. "How's your job search going, Luke?"

Luke, a young man with an afro, had been famously, but rather lazily, looking for a new job since having been fired from his former gig at a restaurant. “I actually found a job as a flight assistant with Brian Air,” the man said. “But there is a hang-up. To get the job, you have to know how to swim.”

One of the girls started laughing. “Still can’t swim at your old age?“ said Laura, a puffy blonde with fiery red cheeks.

“And what’s wrong with that?” asked Sonya, a tired-looking brunette sitting next to her, her pint almost emptied. “I never learned either, and it looks like I’m still alive.”

“But what if you’re in a ship, and it sinks? What then?” asked Laura.

“I’m not going to board the Titanic, okay?” Sonya cheekily said.

“Neither I can swim,” Dave interjected. “Never really learned as a kid. And that’s a shame, because I would’ve loved to teach my ol’ pal Luke.”

“Well, I would like to help, but I’m too busy with my job and my dog,” said Laura.

“I’m out too,” said Hugh, Sonya’s boyfriend. “Since I’m leaving for the Netherlands in a week.”

“Come on!” Dave said. “Isn’t anybody here who will teach our Luke how to swim?”

A girl on the other side of the table quietly raised a hand while smiling. It was Jenna, a cute brunette who had just recently started going out with them after becoming Sonya’s roommate.

“I can help,” the girl said. “I’m a good swimmer and I’d be glad to teach Luke if that helps him get the new job.”

A choir of cheers erupted from the table.

"Thanks, Jenna, appreciate it," Luke said as he raised his glass in the girl's direction. The brunette reciprocated and smiled at him.

“To Jenna, and to Luke getting a job!” Dave said as he raised his glass. “It was about fuckin’ time!”

*

Luke buzzed at the door to Jenna’s apartment. He wasn’t sure yet why she asked him to meet her at her place and not at the public pool. He figured that maybe she wanted him to drive her there after she had gotten ready.

The girl greeted him with a welcoming smile. “Come in,” she said. “The bathtub is almost full.”

“The bathtub?” said Luke, thinking of a joke.

“Yeah, the bathtub. Oh right, I didn’t tell you yet,” the girl chuckled. “I will be shrinking you. You will learn how to swim in my bathtub. And that’s why we don’t have to go to the public pool.”

“Shrinking?” Luke said, once again repeating Jenna’s words in confusion. “Whoa, slow down, missy. What is this shrinking business you are talking about?”

“It’s a new technology we are learning about in my physics class,” the girl explained. “As an assistant to the teacher, they entrusted me with a shrinking ray prototype. I thought of it when you said you were embarrassed to learn in front of strangers. It all clicked then,” the girl giggled. “You can learn privately, I can safely rescue you if something goes wrong and we also save the money from the pool fee.”

Luke nodded. “Makes sense,” he said. “Not a bad idea. But are you sure this thing is safe? I mean, you said you are still developing it.”

“It really is safe. We have made many tries already at school,” she said. “And it’s totally safe.”

"Well, okay. That sounds pretty cool, actually." Luke really didn't mind saving the pool fee and getting to learn alone with Jenna seemed much more appealing than being in public in front of countless judging eyes. Plus, he also would be participating in the development of a new, sick technology that sounded like it came out of a science fiction novel. That was a triple win in his eyes.

Quadruple, if he counted Jenna, the nice girl standing in front of him whose jean shorts-clad ass he admired as she escorted him to the bathroom, jiggling left and right for his viewing pleasure as she walked.

“I wonder if I’ll have a chance with her after this swimming business is over,” Luke thought. “She’s really cute... and she’s been willing to help, so maybe she might be into me. On the other hand, she might only be doing this out of niceness. Who can tell?”

“You can get changed in my bedroom,” said the brunette. “I’ll be waiting here.”

When Luke came back, he only was wearing a pair of swimming trunks, as well as goggles and a cap.

“Damn, he looks nice,” Jenna thought as she eyed his slender but muscular body, “almost a pity to have him shrink.”

“Do I really have to wear these?” he asked, pointing at the goggles. “They’re too tight.”

“Let me help,” the girl said as she leaned in to adjust them. As she did, Luke felt her breasts pressing against his back. He got excited and nervous from the contact; he had noticed Jenna had very nice, generous tits, but he always refrained from looking too much. Now though, they were pressed on his back and he couldn’t help but pop an erection.

Mortified, he assumed an unnatural standing position to help him hide his bulge, using his right hand to cover it up as best as he could.

“Better?” the girl asked.

“Y-yes,” the flustered man said.

“Don’t worry. All your equipment will shrink along with you.”

“Okay,” the young man said. Now that he had become aroused, it seemed that everything about her, from the perfume she used to her sweet, crystalline feminine voice, only fueled his raging erection. “Can we start with the shrinking?” he asked, hoping that his excitement would be less evident once he had become small.

“Of course!” the girl happily said as she picked up an unknown metallic object that Luke assumed was the one capable of shrinking people. “Are you ready?”

Luke nodded. “Go ahead. Wait, anything else I should know before we begin?” he asked in one last fit of prudence before finally being shrunk.

“Not really. Just trust me,” the girl said. “Ready?”

“Yeah!”

Luke got hit by an invisible beam of energy that enveloped his entire figure, as a tingle began to spread from his feet to the rest of his body. It was not an unpleasant sensation; he had the impression that he was getting lighter and inconspicuous.

He felt like closing his eyes as he was surrounded by the energy. He was a bit nervous, but somehow he trusted Jenna, without clearly knowing why.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the world around him had changed. Or rather, it had turned into a wholly new world...

“Jenna? Jenna?” he asked, as he looked around in confusion. He felt like he was lost in a blue ocean of porcelain.

Jenna scanned the floor to search for Luke, a feeling of dread going through her mind. She squatted down to take a better look at the area around her feet.

“Oh no!” she said. “I must have made a mistake!”

Luke’s head spun as he finally recognized her in the distance. The pretty, petite girl he remembered was now as big as a mountain.

“Luke?” she called gently, her cute face mutating to a worried expression.

He waved at her, trying to catch her attention. Her green eyes were looking in his direction, but she wasn’t even able to spot him - that’s how insignificant he was to her right now.

On the opposite side of the size spectrum, there was Jenna - he could take a good look at her now colossal body - her nice thick legs, her generous tits dangling down as she leaned over. She was beautiful, Luke thought.

“Huh! Is that really you?” the girl said as she squinted her eyelids, her pupils now firmly pointed in his direction.

“Yes! Yes, that’s you!” she giddily said as she recognized his minuscule but unmistakably human form. The girl licked the tip of her finger and slowly but surely brought it down over Luke, who saw the huge tower-like body part hover above him and then glue him to its sticky, wet surface.

Jenna raised her finger, making sure Luke was stuck to it and wouldn’t fall down. “Damn, you’re small!” she exclaimed to the tiny speck in the middle of her fingertip.

She took on an apologetic expression. “I guess I should’ve mentioned that this was the first time I did this without the professor’s help, so I may have gone a tiny bit too far with the shrinking. Sorry!”

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[nanalikessurveys]

What’s your current favorite song at the moment? I never have a favorite song these days. The last song I listened to more than once was Nobody’s business by Rihanna and I meannnn it’s good?

Have you ever read any self-help books? I have a feeling I have but I have no memory of it. That’s not the book genre I’d normally go for.

What was the last book you read? Dernières nouvelles des choses: Une expérience philosophique by Roger-Pol Droit.

Do you thank the bus driver?

No, I would have to raise my voice for the driver to hear me and I hate raising my voice, especially in public settings.

How many tabs are open right now? 8 tabs. I like to toggle between different sites often so I want to have multiple tabs open.

Have you ever had your heart broken? I guess. Nothing super serious but it still affected me a lot.

Do you wear makeup much? I always do my brows if I go outside because my brows are very blonde and it just looks like I have no eyebrows and that doesn’t look good on me. But I like wearing other products as well quite often, makes me look prettier.

When was the last time you flirted? I don’t know. Never?

What should you be doing right now? Nothing I should be doing. I could go to bed since it’s almost midnight but I don’t feel like doing that just yet. And I don’t have any reason to wake up early tomorrow, so.

Do you usually get good grades at school? In elementary school, kinda. In middle school, no. In high school, yes.

How did you and your first best-friend meet? My first best friend was in the same class in elementary school as me. We’re not friends anymore since our friendship started fading away during middle school.

Do you like short hair on girls? I like girls with short hair and girls with long hair.

How about long hair on guys? ^ same thing.

When was the last time someone told you they loved you? I don’t know.

Are you a righty or a lefty? Righty.

Do you think someone’s thinking about you? Most likely no.

What is your favorite month? The months from october to february.

What is your favorite color? I like all the colors. I guess I still always say purple and (dark) blue.

Who was your last phone call from? From my mom.

Have you ever trusted someone you wish you wouldn’t have? Yeah, I trust people way too easily.

What color are your eyes? Blue/grey/green/idk.

If you could go back in time and change things, would you? Noo. I’ve seen The Back to the Future enough times to know it’s not worth it.

Do you like your smile? No. I used to not even think anything of my smile but for some annoying reason for the past couple years I’ve become aware of my smile and came to the conclusion that I don’t like it.

What made you the happiest today? I made homemade bread and it turned out perfect.

Who was the last boy you texted? Idk. My dad? lol

Do you get along with your parents? Yes. I’m not close with my dad but we get along perfectly fine.

Are you scared of needles? I’m not. I don’t know if this is a little goofy but I like getting my blood drawn. I like the little pinch it gives me.

Do you believe love can last forever? Of course. 

Do you like the ocean? Hmmm, sure. I don’t have strong feelings about it but it’s nice.

Are you allergic to anything? If so, what? To penicillin. Also I get really particularly big bumps from mosquito bites.

Do you know anyone who is/was a drug addict? No.

What is currently the most tan spot on your body right now? I uhhh…don’t know. My skin color is equally distributed haha?? < Lol same.

What is your dream job? I have no idea.

Would you say you are ‘popular’? Nope. I honestly love that now. I like having only a small circle of people around me.

Do you tend to cave into peer pressure? No.

Have you lost anyone close to you? No one close to me has died. Except for our cat when I was about 10.

Would you say that you are an intelligent person? I think I have pretty good “social intelligence”. I can read people really well. I have a lot of thoughts and I always like to examine everything from different prespectives. But I’m not good at things like problem-solving, planning etc. I am a slow learner and don’t have the attentiveness to even learn.

Who was the last person to hurt you? My best friend.

Are good-byes easy or hard for you? Hard, because I get attached to people very easily.

[xprojectrpg]

Moment of Awesome - Angelo Espinosa/Skin:

Angelo gets to wear his lawyer hat, this time helping out new arrival Match.

Angelo looked up as the door opened, smiling slightly. "I wear a lot of hats. But yeah, today I'm this lawyer. How can I help?"

“‘m lookin for advice,” he started before frowning, brows knitting together as he tried to make his words make sense. “Or like, fake papers or something. Long story short, last year I got arrested when I, ya know, got all fiery for the first time, and as far as the state was concerned I’m too dangerous to be on the streets. Like that worked out for them.” The last sentence was accompanied by a short laugh. “So what’s the law say?”

Angelo got up to nudge the door closed, then turned back to Match. "I'm not really the guy to talk to about fake papers, but if that's what you need, I can point you to the right people. As for the law, did they charge you with anything?"

"Nah, I don't think fake papers are actually for me, I was just makin' shit up." Match zeroed in on the man as he moved, wariness setting on his face for a moment before slowly ebbing away. Loudly, he cleared his throat and raised a hand to count off the charges that had been thrown around when he'd been arrested. "Resisting arrest, destruction of public property, they threw in disorderly conduct on top of that just for fun I think, reckless conduct —which is apparently different —and slap a 'lack of registration of dangerous mutant power' or whatever and no parents and there you go. So, what are my options?" Any sarcasm left as he fixed Angelo with a firm gaze, waiting.

Angelo listened carefully, thinking it over. "How'd you get to where we found you? Did they release you, or did you escape? I can work with whichever it is."

Match stayed silent for a moment as he tried to pick his next words. "There was a malfunction or something with the power dampener they'd had on site of the holding cell I got taken to. I wasn't in the system yet, and, I don't know, I just ran. Postman and Trader found me and I stayed with them until, well, until I burned my house down."

“You weren’t in the system yet? That could be good for us. Did they know your name?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, I’d gotten some warnings so the cops who picked me up knew my name.” His face darkened a touch, jaw tightening before he shook his head. “But I didn’t get printed or anything. Is that good?” It seemed like it would be good but he was unsure.

"It might be. It depends." Angelo offered a crooked grin. "Mostly on how lazy they were and whether they wanted to do paperwork on a prisoner who was never officially there and explain how they let you escape."

Match nodded along, as if he understood, and part of it made sense to him. In fact, he straightened himself up a little more, eyes brightening. "So, could you find out, or... wait, I guess, I mean this doesn't mean I can go home, does it?" And he deflated, the weight of everything seemingly coming down on him fully for the first time since they'd brought him back.

"Not yet", Angelo said apologetically. "Not until we get that straightened out - and yeah, if there's a warrant out for you, I can find out. And we can keep you in touch with your grandma and anyone else you want, without anybody tracking you."

[alexanderossis]

Part 3 is out now!

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George exits the airport in Los Angeles and the warm, humid air curls around him. He feels better already, being here, knowing Lewis is only a few miles away rather than 3,000.

His phone buzzes, connecting to the network and bringing him a few messages. A couple from Toto, reassuring George that it was okay for him to miss a couple of factory days and to call him when he gets to LA because he’s worried. There’s one from Lando, some article he found. And finally, one from Lewis.

Trapped in meetings :/ sent you a car. see you in a few xo

And yeah that’s not… optimal. He was hoping to step off of the plane into Lewis’ arms. But he’s been waiting 13 hours, a few more won’t hurt.

The driver makes small talk on the way to the hotel, which is also not optimal. But it’s all worth it when he walks into the hotel lobby and is met with Lewis’ beaming smile. He takes a moment to just stare, taking in the sight of the man he loves, only a few feet away.

Lewis looks good, he always does when he’s in LA and when he’s working on something that he’s really passionate about. It’s one of the many things that George loves about him. He’s wearing a long-sleeve from his Japanese merch collection and shorts, very casual for typical Lewis standards. He’s got his hands in his pockets, and George can tell from the way his arm muscles strain that he’s doing everything he can to not touch George in public.

George thanks the driver before rushing through the hotel lobby, coming to stand next to his partner. Lewis looks up at him, grinning.

“Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Hamilton.” George teases, bumping his shoulder into Lewis’.

“So random, Mr. Russell.” Lewis laughs, detangling George’s Mercedes brand backpack from his shoulders.

“You don’t have to-”

“Hush.” Lewis pats his side. “Follow me.”

The room key slides into the lock, and then they’re inside the hotel room and George is hit with a wave of comfort. Everything here just screams Lewis. He’s got clothes strewn on the floor, a suitcase pushed up against the window. There’s a bag from a designer store that George vaguely recognizes, a remote control car- the one from Tokyo- parked under the desk. Lewis’ laptop is open on the desk, scribbled notes and haphazard doodles in the margins of the notebook next to it. And most importantly, most comfortingly, it smells like Lewis. George has been getting by with burying his head into Lewis’ sweaters and pillow, trying to get some form of comfort. But it’s nothing like this. He’s really here.

“Darling?” Lewis prompts, and George realizes that he’s missed whatever Lewis said before.

“Sorry, I’m just-” George lets his hands hang at his side, pulls at his shirt in reflex to calm his thoughts.

“I just asked if you wanted me to put this somewhere,” Lewis gives him a soft smile, pointing to the backpack he’s since set on the ground, “But that can wait. Come here.”

He opens his arms and George all but falls into them. Lewis is warm and solid and he feels like home. George hasn’t felt at home for months, he realizes, clinging to the only person he’d fly 13 hours to visit.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Lewis whispers, pressing fleeting kisses to George’s hair. “Everything is going to be okay now. I promise.”

Deep down, George knows that’s not possible. Lewis can’t fix the shitty way that the car has been driving his season, he can’t get George out of the mid-field, can’t stop him from crashing.

But in that moment, none of that really matters. Lewis is here, George clutches his shoulders, reminding himself that this isn’t a dream.

Lewis waits for George to break the hug, not wanting to let go until the last possible moment. But George’s stomach grumbles and he yawns and Lewis wants to kiss him everywhere and never let him go.

They break apart and Lewis stands on his tiptoes to give George a kiss.

“What would you like to do first, shower or eat?” Lewis sits down on the edge of the bed.

“I want to eat first, but I’d better shower.” George sighs.

“Go shower, I’ll order something for you,” Lewis is already pulling out his phone. “There’s a place I want to take you tonight, but our reservations aren’t until later.”

“Like a date?” George teases, stepping out of Lewis’ reaches as he moves to poke him.

“George,” Lewis laughs, “We’ve been dating for 6 months.”

“What, I can’t be excited to go on a date with my boyfriend?” George leans down, wrapping his arms around Lewis’ neck.

“You can!” Lewis insists, and thinks Please don’t ever stop, "Now go shower, you giant.”

George gets out of the shower and he’s greeted by the smell of garlic fries and Lewis humming some unknown melody under his breath. Speaking of Lewis, he’s clearly been through George’s stuff, laying out a sweater and sweats for him. It’s a small gesture but George has been so overwhelmed… it feels massive.

Before he knows it, there are tears streaming down his face. Lewis looks up from where he’s organizing their clothes and gives a soft smile, walking towards him.

“Georgie,” Lewis pulls him close, “What’s going on?”

George just shakes his head, burying his face in Lewis’ neck. “Just- Just thank you.”

“George, if I could have you with me every single place I go, I would.”

“It’s not just that,” George pulls away, cupping Lewis’ face with his hands, “It’s the reservation, the plane tickets, the clothes on the bed. I’m not sure I deserve any of it, but thank you.”

Lewis frowns, “Stop that.”

George sighs, letting Lewis manhandle him onto the bed. He takes the towel away from George, handing him the sweats instead and watches patiently as George puts them on. Lewis lays down on the bed, pulling George next to him so that they are sprawled across the king-sized bed.

“Are you ready to listen?”

George nods, shy blue eyes finding fiery brown.

“As your teammate, of course I want you to be winning races. I want to be winning races too. But as your boyfriend, and most importantly, your friend, none of that matters to me.

You matter to me, George. And none of that hinges on how good you are at our job.”

George closes his eyes, letting Lewis’ praise wash over his skin.

“Nothing about this relationship is contingent on you being a good driver, or good at anything really.” Lewis pets his hair, “No one has ever-” He trails off.

“What?” George runs his fingertips along Lewis’ jaw, feeling the stubble there, urging him on.

“No one has ever loved me like you love me,” Lewis admits quietly, “If I could give you everything in this world, I would.”

“You have,” George presses their lips together.

“Something about this sport, this stupid, wonderful sport that we both love,” Lewis chuckles, “Is that it makes you feel like you’ve never accomplished anything once you have one mess up. You’ve had a couple of bad races but that doesn’t make you a bad driver.”

“I know,” George sighs, “Somewhere, I know that. Just… not everywhere.”

“Then I’ll keep reminding you.” Lewis presses a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“I love you,” George scrunches his nose.

“I love you so much,” Lewis beams.

George rolls over, bracketing Lewis with his body.

“The fries are getting cold,” Lewis comments dryly, but his hands tell a different story, finding George’s bare chest and tracing along the muscles.

“Don’t care,” George dips his head, kissing down Lewis’ neck, “How much time do we have until the reservation?”

“Definitely enough,” Lewis smirks, flipping them over and pouncing on his half-naked, beautiful boyfriend.

Lewis takes him to a beautiful restaurant in Malibu, dressed to the nines in a beautiful blue outfit that has George drooling, despite the earlier activities. After dinner, they walk along the beach and the breeze of the ocean, mixed with the calm, solid presence of the love of his life next to him, has George feeling calmer than he has in months. Lewis squeezes his hand in reassurance, always knowing what George is feeling, and needing in the moment, and George thinks that maybe things are going to be okay after all.

a suggestion for an au where Lewis sees how tired george is because of all Singapore drama and jet lag and just helps him feel better after this weekend

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Things haven’t been going well with George, Lewis can tell. The problem is what to do about it. And Lewis doesn’t like problems that he can’t solve. And his solution to problems he can’t solve is to bury them under work. But unlike a bad car or a difficult teammate, George’s struggle doesn’t go just go away when Lewis busies himself with work. George’s struggle doesn’t go away when he pushes himself harder at the gym or stays later to look at data or books a flight to Los Angeles.

It’s the opposite actually.

Lewis knows that George would never say it but the more Lewis pulls away, the worse it gets. George is always there to say that he supports Lewis in all of his projects, and he doesn’t shy away from talking Lewis up whenever he’s asked, about how proud he is of him, about all of the work Lewis is doing and how great it is.

But when they get home, George goes to bed early and he doesn’t sleep. Lewis has always functioned well on less sleep, he can go to bed late and wake up early. George, on the other hand, goes to bed early but he’s awake when Lewis joins him a while later, and he’s awake when Lewis wakes up for his run.

Things haven’t been going all that well for Lewis either, if he’s honest. He can hide it well, he’s gotten good at that. He doesn’t want anyone to ask questions, he can tough it out, he always has.

The season is bad though, probably the worst he’s ever had. The car doesn’t work, but sometimes it does, which is almost worse. He hasn’t won, he hasn’t gotten a pole position, and it’s all anyone wants to talk about, other than Max.

Japan makes it worse. Lewis is long numbed to the shock that goes through his body whenever there’s a crash. George is not.

They go back to the hotel and George is pacing, riled up with energy. Lewis has to catch a flight, he’s getting closer and closer to being late if he doesn’t leave right away.

“George, darling.” Lewis reaches for his boyfriend but he twists away.

“We have to do something,” George is gesturing wildly, “We have to.”

“I know. And we will, baby.” Lewis tries to catch his hands and pull him into a goodbye kiss. “But I have to go.”

George quiets down at that. He dutifully lets Lewis press a kiss to his lips and pull him close. He lets Lewis tell him that it’s going to be okay and that he’ll see him in Austin. Lewis pulls away with a pit in his stomach.

The feeling doesn’t leave him for the entire flight.

Unlike all of the other times, flying to another city doesn’t fix anything for Lewis. Busying himself with work doesn’t work either. He gets a text from Toto, asking if he’s heard from George.

He tells him everything is fine because it has to be fine. Because Lewis can’t handle it if George isn’t fine. If something happened to him… He can’t finish the thought.

He plans to call George and check in on him but by the time he gets back to the hotel after his meetings, it’s long past midnight in the UK. And it’s not like George had called him, so things are probably okay.

A few of his friends bring him out to a club. He tries to lose himself in the vibe that is Los Angeles, something so far from where he grew up and what he could ever have dreamed of as a little kid. The club that they end up at is all lights and heavy bass and flowing drinks. He has a couple, but he can’t shake the feeling that he shouldn’t be here. He should be in London, with George, figuring out what the fuck is going on, before he doesn’t have the chance to fix it anymore.

As if on cue, his phone rings, the screen lighting up with a photo of him and George on stage together.

“George!” He feels relief that George is okay, he’s calling him, until he realizes that George should be sleeping right now. "Baby, what are you doing awake? Isn't it like 4 in the morning at home?"

“Yeah,” And George is a talker, he’s always telling Lewis these stories, animated and happy and long. So one word? It’s a call for help. He can hear the sadness in his throat, the sniffling that shows that George is fighting back tears.

"Oh, hun," Lewis excuses himself from the booth and his friends, heading for the exit, "just let me go outside, and then I'm all yours."

His heart shatters into a million pieces as he hears George break into full sobs. He quickens his pace, shoving through the doors and out into the warm air.

"Okay, Georgie. I'm all yours now," Lewis tries to keep his voice as soft and soothing as possible, even though he’s panicked. "What's going on?"

“I don’t want to dump this all on you, I know you’ve been struggling too but I can’t stop and that might make me selfish but I have to, I have to get it out or I think I might explode,” George starts to speak and he doesn’t stop, it’s like a dam has opened, “I hate losing, and I know all I’ve ever done in F1 is lose, but I finally got a taste of winning and now it’s worse. It’s like a part of me breaks whenever I cross the finish line, it’s like I’m wasting my time and my potential on this team and to win with you.”

Lewis hums in agreement, trying to soothe without interrupting.

“And then Singapore was so bad, and then Japan, fuck, I thought we were going to lose someone, I thought-” George chokes on a sob and Lewis murmurs a few it’s okay’s and I know’s to fill the silence.

“I love you so much, Lew. I’m so fucking in love with you that it’s terrifying and it messes with me when you’re not here. I feel like I’ve been drowning and you’ve been gone and I don’t blame you because you’re changing the world and I love you for it but sometimes I just- I need you.”

George is gasping for breath and Lewis makes up his mind right then and there that he can’t keep doing this. He can’t run away from George anymore. He owes him that much.

"Oh, baby," Lewis rubs his face, “George, I'm sorry, I should have been there.”

"No, you're busy, it's okay."

“That's not an excuse," Lewis sighs, "You should be my top priority."

"I don't need to be-"

"Yes, you do. Don't say that." Lewis runs a hand angrily through his braids. He let this happen. He should have been there. He can’t get out of his work commitments though, he has to be in LA, he has to make these projects happen. But that doesn’t mean that they have to be apart.

He puts George on speakerphone and starts looking for flights. George is silent on the other end, Lewis thinks that he may have finally fallen asleep. The next flight to LA is later that day in London and he hovers his fingers over the Book Now button.

“George, you still there?” Lewis says quietly.

"Yeah, sorry."

"Hush baby, no need to be sorry. Look, I just googled and there's a flight leaving Heathrow for LA at 2 PM your time. Should I book it?" He hopes George can hear the excitement in his voice, and maybe a bit of the pleading because they both need this so badly.

"Wait, Los Angeles?"

"Yeah," Lewis replies, "I can't come back to the UK before the race in Austin, but you could come here early?"

"You want me to come?" George sounds hopeful, but Lewis can feel the hesitation. As if Lewis would say no.

"Of course."

Lewis can feel George overthinking it through the phone. He’s gotten used to this with George, the way that his boyfriend thinks everything through to a fault, analyzing every option and trying to make the perfect choice. The only time he isn’t overthinking is on the race track.

"George." Lewis tries to break through, "I know you're overthinking this right now. We can deal with whatever happens, together. Just- just please come, I need you.”

He hopes that the admission is enough for George, enough to communicate everything Lewis can’t say over the phone.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow."

Lewis can feel George smile through the phone and he feels something loosen in his chest, just a bit. They can do this.

[helenaheissner]

Love During Robot Fighting Time: Chapter 8

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“Keith”

Fight night came faster than usual that week. I spent an hour debating what to wear in front of my mirror before deciding to go masc for the evening. I’d spent most of the week wearing hardly anything besides feminine clothing- I’d even put on a pair of cutoff jean shorts when I was in the garage wrenching on Poly. It felt… Weird, wearing boys’ clothes again. Wrong, almost.

No, no, not ‘almost.’ It felt wrong. It felt like I was wearing clothes made of sandpaper, sliding over my skin and scraping it every time I moved. Everything was screaming at me, and my brain was smothered by a tight layer of plastic wrap that kept it from forming normal, rational thoughts.

I wondered, for not nearly the first time in the past seven days, if maybe… Maybe this was a sign I shouldn’t try to be a boy anymore. It felt… Easier to be a girl. Better. I was happier when I was in dresses- not even I could deny that. But still, the idea of saying that out loud, of committing to it… It was like wading out into a section of ocean oversaturated with slimy seaweed. It scared me, filled me with shame, made me feel like… A…

A pervert. That’s what I was. All I’d ever be.

I tried to swallow that as I finished making some more adjustments to Poly while in the pits, and jumped when someone said, “Hey.”

I yelped, and then registered it was Zeke and Faith.

“Maybe switch to decaf, huh Calloway?” Zeke said, that stupid, smug, handsome smile plastered to his face. Ugh. That was the worst part of all- when I was in girls’ clothes, when I was Kate, it felt normal and natural for me to get a little flustered when I saw Zeke, for me to want to stare at his face and appreciate how handsome it was, for me to feel at ease in his presence and want to stand closer to him. But when I was Keith, it just felt… Wrong. I felt wrong. He felt wrong. Not even different, but like it didn’t match me, and it just made the proverbial sandpaper of my male identity scratch and scrape me even more than it did already.

“Probably a good idea,” I said, breaking off eye contact.

“You wanna watch us?” Faith asked.

My eyes went wide and I blushed as an IMAGE went through my brain. I gulped, and the burning feeling inside my skull was extinguished ever so slightly as I realized it was time for their fight. “Yeah!” I squeaked. “Yes. Good look out there! I’ll be out in a minute cheering for y’all.”

“Thanks,” Faith said. “We’re gonna need it.”

“Good luck with your fight too, yeah?” Zeke said, offering me a thumbs up. STOP. BEING. SO. ATTRACTIVE. STOP MAKING ME FEEL LIKE AN EVEN BIGGER PERVERT THAN I ALREADY AM. GAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

“Thanks,” I said with an even tone.

I want to say I wasn’t staring at his butt as he left. I really, really want to say that. But…

You get the idea.

Eventually, I got tired of making minor adjustments and tweaks and just went outside to watch the fight.

I’d never been able to get much of a read on Olivia Root. I’d only ever really known her as Faith’s girlfriend, frequently either in the pilot’s seat or operating a secondary weapon. On at least one occasion, they’d busted out a mini-bot that Olivia had piloted personally. She was a good driver- really good, in fact, but as last season had gone on Faith had done more and more of the piloting personally. Which wasn’t a bad thing, per se, but…

Look, Faith is a great engineer, but I’m not being arrogant when I say I could drive circles around her most of the time. Mostly because Olivia could drive circles around me. It didn’t excuse her for doing what she’d done, but still… I could see why she might have been frustrated with her partner’s actions even before the whole ‘awkward coming out’ thing.

That was a concept that terrified me: I’d always been a one man… One person band. My own engineer, my own mechanic, my own pilot. But there were other people I needed. My parents were the most supportive folks on the planet, but I didn’t know if the same could be said for my sponsor. And what if I got a girlfriend some day. Would she be okay with… Whatever it is I am?

Zeke would be. The thought went through me like a bullet, tearing through layers of cognitive dissonance. I shook my head as I walked through the archway into the contestant’s viewing area, a dugout of sorts near the commentators side as the opening hype-monologues rolled. I squirmed a little bit and adjusted my panties discreetly, making sure no trace of them went above the top line of my jeans.

I looked across the arena and saw Faith and Zeke walking into their control area, Olivia operating with a small team in her own square.

The mechanical voice wailed, “ROBOTS, ACTIVATE!”

And it began.

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Watching RE7 playthroughs and suddenly got a vision of Ethan not as a BSAA agent but as like a guest lecturer or smtg.

Chris asks Ethan comes in to speak to a class. All the BSAA agents in training are real confused. Ethan comes in looking like a wholeass dad. He’s wearing a pair of square tortoiseshell glasses, a creased button down that he’s tucked tight into khaki shorts with a ton of pockets. He’s carrying a brown briefcase that has seen better days and doesn’t match the brown of his shorts AT ALL.

He kind of stumbles up to the podium. He sets the briefcase down in front of him but doesn’t open it. He leans his hands on the lectern and rocks back and forth on his heels a little. Chris, in the corner of the room, gets a few concerned glances.

Ethan ruffles his hair and pushes his glasses back up his nose. He sniffs. “Alright the first rule to dealing with a situation involving a BOW is to find a weapon—“

He’s interrupted by a student in the front row who says, “Um who are you?”

Another one cuts in. “Yeah why should we listen to you?”

Ethan starts like he’s just remembered he left the stove on. “Sorry sorry I didn’t even introduce myself.” He smiles at them all. “Hi my name is Ethan Winters, I’m a bioweapon—“

Everyone in the class pulls out a gun and one person actually shoots Ethan, hitting him where his heart would be. The class gasps.

“Fuck!” Ethan shouts. Then his shoulder sort of ripples, and kind of spits the bullet out into Ethan’s waiting hand. He looks sheepishly at them all. “Sorry for swearing, that spot’s just been a little tender since Miranda ripped my heart out.”

He couldn’t mean Mother Miranda could he? Rumored to be the true progenitor of all bioweapons? Who enslaved a whole village for over a hundred years? He’s talking about her like she’s his next door neighbor Miranda.

“Oh and Chris knows I’m a bioweapon it’s ok he’s still fine with me being here.” Chris nods his agreement. “Because you see, I’m a rather rare transformed bioweapon. As in, I used to be just as human as all of you, but I came into contact with high concentrations of contaminated material and ended up forcibly changed into a bioweapon by some other BOWs I was fighting.”

The room has gone silent. Everyone’s eyes are wide. They’ve sat back down and stowed their weapons but can’t bring themselves to do anything else but gape at this man.

“Ok so, let’s try something different. How many of you have heard of the Dulvey incident?”

Tons of hands go up. “Ok great, good. So that was me. How about the Romania incident?”

A few shaky hands go up. “Yeah I figured it wouldn’t really be public knowledge but that one was me too. I mean, I’m saying it was me but I don’t mean that I like started the outbreak or caused all the damage.”

Chris lets out an amused questioning noise. Ethan’s head whips around to look at him. “Shut up Chris.”

That, more than anything, convinces the students that this guy is the REAL DEAL.

The lecture goes great, even if some of Ethan’s advice is rather specific. “And if you ever find yourself facing a shadow puzzle, make sure you remember the perspective, some objects will only fit the pattern if you turn them to match the size of the other items around them.”

Or is frankly not recommended. “Wait until right after she’s passed you then run like hell through the door she just exited.”

Or sounds like something only a completely insane person would do. “So she told me I’d never see my daughter again so I flipped her off and said ‘just like you’ll never see yours bitch.’ I thought it was really clever in the moment.”

But overall, they learn a lot, and when their regular lecturer comes back they all start begging him to take another vacation so Ethan can come and teach again. Ethan himself is confused but happy, Chris has never laughed so hard in his life.

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fun & games | lowkey drabble

fun & games // drabble two

↘︎ ft. the lowkey!couple

summary: jungkook has never gotten nudes, ever. until now.

words: 3.9k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, sending of noodz, short-haired kook working out, unprotected sex, cock riding/straddling, reverse cowgirl, maybe sub!jk if you squint?, some marking, breast/nipple play, cuddling, kissing/making out, peanut wears lingerie (a white lace bodysuit), pretty unedited so if you see any mistakes pls im sorry

note: posting this early since i have a few things to post/work on this upcoming week. a little drabble in honor of jungkook’s birthday coming up. happy early birthday to our boy 🥰 hope you all enjoy!

"Hey!" You greet Jimin and Hoseok as you walk through the door and head straight to the fridge to leave the food your mom made for the boys. Jimin was eating some cereal while Hoseok was playing another game— no Taehyung in sight. "Aren't you guys supposed to be leaving?"

"Yeah in a bit, we try not to get there as early as the crowd does." Jimin slurps his milk. "You look nice today, are you doing something with Sunmi?" You shake your head.

"No, it's just nice out. I do need to stop by and get some groceries though." Your lips come out in a pout. "Other than that, I think that's about it." Jimin and Hoseok nod. "Kook in his room?"

"Ya, he's working out I think." Your eyes light up because you had never really caught Jungkook in a workout. It was always before, or after. Never in the process.

You walk over to his slightly opened door, enough for you to see him doing pushups on the floor. He was shirtless and wearing basketball shorts, back muscles looking good as ever from this angle. You give it a few knocks before you poke your head in.

"Can I come in?" He finishes one more pushup before he's standing to face you, pushing his hair back with his hands.

"Hey peanut, of course you can." He smiles, sweat gleaming as it smothers his upper body.

"Never thought I'd catch you working out like this." You bite onto your bottom lip, making him blush.

"It was just a quick one before we go." He keeps some distance between you two since he feels gross, but he gently lays his hands on your cheeks, placing a kiss on your forehead and nose before coming down to your lips. His eyes roam down to your neck and down to your breasts, cock lightly stirring at how immaculate your top makes them look.

God, you were so fucking pretty.

"So, excited for your little gaming convention?"

"Princess, it's not just any little gaming convention. It's the Game for Game convention. They finally opened it up to the public and it was hell getting tickets since it's the first one ever here." He does a slight head tilt as he wipes his neck down with a towel.

"You're right, the Game for Game convention." You giggle. "Sounds fun. Is it in the city?" His eyes are still roaming up and down your body.

"Yeah it's in the titty— I mean city." His doe eyes shoot from your breasts, up to meet yours.

"I seeeeee." You tease.

"I'm sorry. You just look really good, I can't help it."

"Thanks babe, so do you." You poke at his abs. "I just wanted to drop by before getting some groceries. Left you and the boys some food that mom cooked." He nods.

"Thank you. You sure you don't wanna come along?" He shyly asks, rubbing at the nape of his neck while his thumb is caressing your wrist.

"You go have your fun, I'll wait for you at home. Besides, I'd probably only slow you guys down." You hold onto his hands and tippy toe to give him another kiss on the lips. "Tell me all about it later, okay?"

"Okay, peanut." He blushes. "Have fun with your groceries?"

"I'll try." You giggle.

"I love you, pretty."

"I love you, too." You smile at him before walking out of his room. You bid your farewell to Hoseok and Jiminie before leaving their apartment, getting ready to make your way down to market for some groceries.

On the way over, you decide to stop at the nearby mall to shop for yourself a little bit. You promised yourself you wouldn't stay long, but it had been awhile since you've shopped for yourself. You don't even know if there's anything in particular that you're looking for, but hey, it's a nice fucking day— you have this shit to yourself and you were going to make the best out of it.

And by the best, you mean.. grabbing lingerie? Honest to God, this wasn't even your plan, but the cute, white lace bodysuit was calling for you ever since you passed it on the rack. Hasn't left you alone since, even as you walk throughout the entire store, barely grabbing a shirt or two.

You needed to have it.

You walk back over to the rack, hoping the same, cute, white lace bodysuit was still hanging there in your size after all the time you spent stalling in the store. And it sure is sitting there, looking pretty and angelic as ever, even though the real reason behind lingerie is anything but angelic. A small smile creeps up on your face, thinking that this is something you could try out, something you could show Jungkook.

You know he'd enjoy it.

Hopefully. Might be a little overwhelming, but this would be a good thing to scope out together. And you had just the right idea— the right idea that would let you dip your toes in the water before diving in.

You happily grab the bodysuit along with the one, two shirts you grabbed and make your way to the counter to pay for your items. Once the bag is handed over to you, you feel like you don't have any other reason to be at the mall, so you head straight for your car and over to the market. You somehow feel complete, satisfied with your purchase for today. Pretty fucking excited to get it on and take some pictures for your man. Besides, it hadn't been long, but you were already missing him, and you more than ready to take him into your arms the moment he steps through your door tonight after the convention.

But in the meantime, you'll do your groceries, clean your studio a little, tease your man a little. It's all fun and games, right? Seems like that's what the theme was for today.

Getting home, you set your groceries aside and clean up a little before lighting up some candles that can burn through the remainder of the evening. You finally get time to try on your bodysuit, smiling at yourself in the mirror as you fluff up your hair and adjust the bodysuit to your liking against your form. You sit on the edge of your bed, facing your mirror, legs spread a bit just to give Jungkook a little taste. You wanted to make this special though, wanted to show off for your man, wanted him to want you and miss you the same way you were wanting and missing him. You've never had to question that when it came to Jungkook, but the thing you were most excited about was hearing his reaction— to see him ogling at you, heart eyes on full blast, fiddling with his own hands because he's not sure if he should keep his hands to himself or let loose.

You switch your positions for each picture you snap, making sure you give Jungkook a good view, getting every angle possible. You looked good, felt good. Lace exposing your nipples through the thin material, cups hugging your breasts nicely, pussy not entirely exposed so oop—

Maybe the bodysuit can go for the next picture.

And it does. You decide you can give him some full on nudes to place the cherry on top of your teasing session. You bite onto your thumb, scrolling through the pictures, choosing carefully, wisely, before sending them off to Jungkook.

"Oh, shit! Let's go check out that booth!" Hoseok says, doing a little dance out of excitement in his seat while the other two sat next to him, munching on snacks.

"No, I said I wanted to check out the Blizzard figurines first!" Jimin whines, mouth full of french fries before he playfully shoves Hoseok aside. "Plus, I have to keep an eye out for that thing Taehyungie wants. Whatever it was, I don't even remember."

"You guys are terrible." Jungkook says, pulling out his phone to check Taehyung's text in their group chat. Or, that's what he intended to do before he saw your notifications. He bites onto his bottom lip unlocking his phone, instantly clicking into your text thread and boy, did he wish he waited. "Hoooly fuck." Jungkook's eyes widen when he sees your sexy pictures, throat suddenly feeling dry, cock suddenly feels like it's suffocating under his boxer briefs. The nudes, the lace bodysuit— looking like you just stepped out of page 27 of a lingerie catalog advertising their new summer collection. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He says, trying to get out of the text thread when he sees Jimin and Hoseok starting to get nosy. In the process, he manages to let his phone slip from his hands and onto the floor, almost falling over trying to bend down to retrieve it from the ground. When he finally gets a hold of his phone, he hits his head as he tries to stand, making him groan in pain. A mess.

"What the hell just happened?" Hoseok asks.

"What happened, butterfingers? Peanut send you some nudes or something that you're hiding?" Jimin nudges him and laughs, making Jungkook roll his eyes.

"Shut up." He rubs his head. "And it's none of your business." He flashes the phone at Jimin and Hoseok, showing them Taehyung's text from earlier in the day to shift away from the topic.

He just got fucking nudes. Your nudes.

And, he doesn't even know how to act. He literally wants to scream, but at the same time, he just wants to hold you— keep you in his arms, touch your buttery, smooth skin, kiss you everywhere. He wanted to do a lot, but at the same time, nothing at all. Just admire you, your beauty, your body.

He thinks about it so much that the end of the day, the rest of the convention seems like a blur. All he wants to do is go home, hop in the shower and rush over to your studio. So, the moment he steps through his apartment, he's traveling at lightning speed— tossing his shit over to the side, hopping in for a quick shower before he's throwing on his hoodie and sweats. He slips into his shoes, also almost tripping over as he hops on one foot to slip a shoe on before switching to the next foot. Jimin and Hoseok barely have any time to ask him questions before he's darting out the door.

"Wait, shit!" He says, typing in their code on the keypad to open the door once more when he realizes he doesn't have his goddamn car keys.

"Back already?!" Hoseok laughs.

"Shut up, where are my keys?" Jungkook spreads the papers out throughout the kitchen counter, looking behind the bread, under the bananas in the fruit basket.

"Here, genius." Jimin tosses him his keys that he found next to the playstation.

"Thank you." He says, tucking it into his pocket. "See you guys tomorrow." He calls out before dashing out the door for the second time. He hops in his car, drives straight to the studio, smiling at the little sailor moon and luna funko pop that sits in his passenger seat because he loves buying you things that remind him of you, loves buying you funko pops because he sees the happiness and glow in your eyes, loves when you find a special spot for his gifts in your studio just so you can turn to them when you needed some cheering up.

When he swoops the last guest parking spot in the parking lot, he sets the car to park before grabbing the funko pop and doing a light jog over to your building and up the stairs.

"Peanut?" He calls softly after walking through your door. It's quiet, doesn't hear a thing besides the soft music that plays in your room, sees the candle light flickering against your living room walls.

"In the room." He hears you say, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip as he makes it down your hallway. He turns the corner, almost dropping the funko pop in his hand when he realizes you're in that lace bodysuit, sitting pretty on the edge of your bed.

"Wow." Is all he can say, and you giggle.

"Hi." Your giggle turns into a big smile when he comes closer, keeping some distance because he still has his shy moments, still has the jitters when he sees you. But you always push him out of his comfort zone, safely, comfortably, beautifully.

He loves you, and everything you come with.

"Y-you look so good, princess." He says, almost close to a whisper. "Um, here. I got you this." He licks his lips and places the funko pop on the wall shelf, sitting it next to Te Fiti.

"Thank you, babe. I take it you had fun?" You wrap your arms around him, his hands resting on your sides, fingers gently squeezing and digging into your skin.

"Loads. But, after those pictures, it was a little hard to concentrate." You chuckle.

"I'm sorry."

"No, I-I really like them." He says, kissing the tip of your nose.

"I'm glad. I missed you." Your thumb caresses the scar on his cheek before pushing his hair back.

"I missed you too." You press your lips against his, giving him a soft, tender kiss before gently tugging on his bottom lip when you pull back. He keeps his eyes glued on you, curiosity now turned to lust in those pretty dark brown orbs of his.

"Maybe I can show you just how much I missed you?" You whisper against his lips before placing light, feathery kisses along his sharp jawline. He lets out a breath, hands digging a little deeper into your sides now.

"Y-yeah, sure. That sounds nice." He responds, chasing after your lips. You gladly give it to him, deepening the kiss, tongue dancing around with his before tossing off his hoodie to the side. You gently lead him to sit on the edge of the bed before straddling him, his large hands roaming up your back. His hardened cock sits right underneath you, and you can't help but give it a good grind or two, making Jungkook hiss a bit at the feeling.

"Lay back a bit?" You ask as you pull away, hand resting on his chest to push him down further. He rests on his elbows, allowing you to lean forward to swipe the surface of his neck, nipping, sucking, leaving tiny red marks near the edges of his collarbones. You glance at him from time to time as you continue making your way down, planting kisses along his pecs before your lips meet his nipples. His head tilts back, jaw slightly slacked open before he bites his bottom lip. "Feels good, Kook?"

"Yeah, yeah it does." He manages to respond as you move over to the other nipple, kissing it before letting your tongue draw in circular motions around it. You make your way back up, hand gripping near his jaw to give you more surface area to work with, sucking softly against his neck, causing him to let out small moans. Your lips travel up right below his ear, planting yet another feathery kiss before tugging on his earlobe.

"Let's get you out of these?" You say, pulling down on his sweats and boxer briefs as you sit up, giving him leverage to slide the rest down and kick it off his feet. He watches as you sit comfortably back down onto his lap, hand already stroking at his cock. He almost wants to lose his shit when he sees you spit down onto his member, your hand continuing to pump him a few times to spread the wetness up and down his length before letting go. His eyes continue to watch you— watching your every move as you let go of his cock to release the three buttons holding that pretty bodysuit together right below your pussy, watching as you guide his tip to your entrance, watching as you slowly sink down to let him fill you up.

"Fuuuck." He groans. "You're so wet." He says, hands resting on your hips as he lightly guides your pace. You let out a couple of moans while resting your hands on his shoulders. He filled you up just right, enough to make you full, enough to drive you crazy. You work your hips in slow motions, back and forth.

Back and forth.

Hands now coming up to tug on the hair resting on the nape of his neck. He keeps you close, lips grazing yours but not locking you into a kiss— and that's because he wants to see you, all of you. He wants to watch your face as it expresses the pleasure, watch as those moans leave your pretty lips, watch as you bring his fingers in between your lips and suck gently—

"Jesus fucking christ, princess. Are you trying to kill me?" You giggle.

"No, just want to take care of you and show you how much I missed you." You repeat, hand now lightly applying pressure around his neck while you fuck him.

"Gonna make me cum." He furrows his brows, pleasure bubbling within him.

"How about you don't until I say so?" Your eyes tell him so much. They give him a glimpse to all your deepest desires, the lust that's only growing within you, the love that you have for him.

"O-okay. I'll try. You just feel so good." You tilt your head back in pleasure, clit constantly rubbing against him while you continue to ride him.

"You're gonna have to try really hard for me, got it?" He nods. "Kook, touch me please." You grab his wrists, leading him to your breasts. He does as he's told, fingers pinching at your nipple in between. You push his head forward, allowing him to pop in a nipple, his tongue working around your bud before popping in the next and sucking gently before repeating the same tongue technology. Another loud moan leaves your lips and you find yourself pushing Jungkook down onto his back. You quicken your pace, hands resting on his perfectly sculpted pecs, hips working— rolling back and forth, loud moans and your wetness bouncing off of the walls.

Nothing less of pornographic.

You slow it down after a couple of minutes, and Jungkook is panting, feeling like he's too fucking close to the edge but he's trying his best to follow and obey. He peers through half-lidded eyes, watching as you switch positions to reverse cowgirl— your back now facing him while you sink down and begin to ride the fuck out of his cock this way.

This was it.

He was sending himself straight into the pits of hell. Well shit, actually, he wasn't even sure he'd make it after this one.

Jungkook tries to raise his head a little, wanting to get a better view of your ass and the way your pussy is creaming his cock, but it doesn't last long before he's laying back and trying to keep his composure.

"Kook—ahhhgod—Kook, I'm close." You whine, small whimpers leaving your mouth as you continuously roll your hips and grip onto his legs.

"Princess, fuck. Seriously. You're making this so hard." Jungkook groans before letting out a few whimpers himself.

"Jungkook—" You cry, reaching your high a lot quicker than usual. "Fuck, please cum. Cum for me, baby." You moan. Suddenly, you feel Jungkook's chest pressed against your back, his lips pressing kisses on the back of your neck. You get on your feet to bounce on his cock for a bit, giving him something a little different before working him at a quick motion.

"I'm gonna cum— I'm— oh shit, mmmghhfuck. Cumming." He says, in a broken statement. You feel him let himself go, cum shooting straight inside of you and coating your walls. It only takes a few more rolls before you're losing control, tipping over the edge and cumming hard— hard that Jungkook has to wrap his arms around you to keep you close, keep you steady. He's slightly feeling pain from the overstimulation, but fuck, you were so hot right now. Body was pressed against his, trembling under his grip, pussy squeezing the fuck out of his juiced out cock.

He was crazy about you. It might have been fun and games to you, but this shit right here— he was crazy about you. And you were too, you were always crazy about Jungkook. It wasn't just the fun and games— he was your man, and you loved every minute of showing Jungkook this new experience. You always want to experience things with him, always want to share in these moments with him. Because you loved him, you adored him.

Once the both of you finally come down from your highs and catch your breath, you slowly slip yourself off and stand in front of him, allowing him to clean you up before doing so with himself. He then pulls you to him, doe eyes looking up at you and lips meeting yours for a sweet peck.

"I should make you miss me like that all the time." You laugh.

"Yeah, maybe you should." You tease.

"That was new. Pretty hot to see you in control." He smiles at you. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For trying things out with me, showing me new things. Feeling safe with me." You caress his cheek and nod.

"I always feel safe with you."

"Good." He tugs in your lace bodysuit. "You looked beautiful in this, but can we get this off? I just wanna cuddle you without it."

"Okay, that I can do." You chuckle, slipping your body suit off and following Jungkook under your covers. He presses his body closely against yours, arms wrapping tightly around you while his face hid behind your neck. You feel his breath against your skin, causing chills to run down your spine.

"Peanut?" He cutely calls for you while lacing his fingers with yours.

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Kook."

"Can I, um, keep getting those photos from time to time?" He says in that adorable, questioning tone. "If you're comfortable, of course. I've never really gotten those before and it's kind of nice to get. It's a nice present, reminds me of how lucky I am." You laugh a bit.

"You don't have to ask, Kook. I'll send you those as long as you're comfortable getting them."

"Oh yeah, yeah. God, yeah." You nod and smile. "Please."

"Okay, babe." You shut your eyes, exhaustion from all that work suddenly hitting you.

"Don't get me wrong—" He pauses.

"Hm?"

"I love the bodysuit."

"But?"

"But I love seeing you naked more. You're so pretty." He kisses your shoulder blade. "Nudes are at the top of my list, if you cared to know."

"Oh, okay. Noted, for sure." You chuckle.

"Your nudes were gonna send me straight to the grave. I dropped my phone and hit my head." You laugh loudly now, teasing him about his little incident.

"No, you did not."

"What, do you think this is all fun and games? I swear. I'll probably wake up with a contusion tomorrow."

"You are not going to wake up with a contusion. Go to sleep, Jungkook."

"Okay, fine." He quickly surrenders, hugging you tighter. "I love you, princess."

"I love you, too."

"It'll still be on you, though—"

"Jungkook."

"Goodnight."

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secret FESTA

💌 in this one-shot:  It’s no secret that BTS adores their ARMY. In fact, they never fail to greet them a happy birthday every July 9, but what happens when the maknae celebrates with Army face-to-face, in secret of course, because his heart also belongs to a special ARMY.

💌 listen to: Winter Blossom

💌 pairing: idol!jk x army!reader

💌 warning: teeth rotting fluff ☁️

💌 word count: 901

💌 ria says... This was supposed to be posted last FESTA T_T Didn't finish it on time but here it is! I really hope you liked it. Didn't have time to proofread though :c

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“Kookie, Hurry! I don’t want to miss the program!” you shout from the hallway trying to put on your sandals. 

“Yeah, yeah! Don’t order me around. This wouldn’t happen if I weren’t here.” he scoffs, raising to similar-looking sneakers. 

“Which do you think is best?”

“Yah! I told you to tone the Jung Kook down. Army might recognize you.” you ogle him.

He’s wearing a pastel green tea with geometric shapes top and khaki cargo shorts that wants to scream for attention but at least it doesn’t scream Jung Kook. 

“I am! Isn’t this too bright for Jung Kook?” he tilts his head and asks.

“Hmmm, you kinda look like Hobi.” you laugh. 

“What about your tattoo though?”

“I got it covered…. literally.” he laughs while holding an arm cast long enough to meet the ends of his shirt sleeve. 

“My Kookie is a genius. But I really hope we could’ve just attended the Army Birthday event as us.” 

“I hope so too baby. Maybe in the future.” he smiles 

“Now help me put this on so we can get going.”

Both of you try to put in on and finally cave into watching a YouTube tutorial.

While walking to the garage, you suddenly realize. “Wait, so who’s gonna drive?” 

“Good question baby.” he smiles as he pulls his car keys out of his pocket and tosses them to you. 

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You finally reach the public park that holds a small BTS & ARMY exhibit, bazaar, and game stalls. You both agreed to keep it low-key to avoid catching the attention of people. Jung Kook agreed on wearing a black mask and snapback that covers his eyes. He also didn’t wear his usual piercings and most of all, to avoid slip-ups he told you one of the funniest requests he ever made. 

“Call me Soo-hyun.” he looks him dead in the eye and burst out laughing inside the car.

“Are you insane? Why can’t I just call you Baby like I always do.”

“Hmmm….. What if you get lost or I get lost? You can’t go around calling out baby.” 

You laugh “That’s if you get lost. I won't leave your side… baby.” you emphasize and lean on his shoulders. 

“Okay. Let’s go! Don’t want to miss the flashmob performance.”

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He sees the sparkle in your eyes, something he has adored every since he first laid his eyes on you during a fanmeet. You greeted all the boys with a wide smile, offering them a letter and mouthful of thank yous. Heck, you even cried in front of Suga, saying you adore him for his passion and hard work. He quickly panicked once you started sobbing and held your hands telling you it was okay. Jung Kook saw the whole thing sitting next to his Hyung. He made a mental note to make you smile the moment you moved in front of him, but he was the one who was shocked. You handed him a crochet figure of what seemed to be a banana milk bottle and a small bunny clinging to it. Let’s just say everything that followed was history.

Now here you are, celebrating July 9 together, secretively attending an Army event. He wasn’t supposed to be here, but he was the one who insisted to go with you. Jung Kook says he wants to celebrate such a special day celebrated by the people he loves. 

Although you both wanted to enjoy the day freely, he watched everything from a safe distance. 

“We made it just in time.” the familiar intro of Idol starts playing as you see people from the flashmob gather in a formation.

“Ohooo, Army dances so well.” he says in amusement. 

“It's because BTS dances so well too.” you say back

“I’d show you my moves if I weren’t injured.” he said winking and lifting his faux cast. 

“Y/N, baby, go dance… for me.”

You look up at him, big eyes peeking from his cap, and squint your eyes. 

“Hmmm, maybe tonight. It’ll be a special show.” you wink back.

The intro to Permission to Dance starts playing as the Armys part of the flashmob performance forms a circle. Some of them were actually inviting bystanders to join. To your advantage, Jung Kook’s cast seemed to make the two of you invisible. 

“Baby, can you take a photo of me watching from the back? Make it look candid,” he said handing his phone to you, which you gladly take and snap a photo of him. 

“For memory.” he said when you handed the phone back to him.

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You and Jung Kook continue walking around the park and decided to seat on a park bench in a more empty part of the park. You both got corndogs to snack on, but of course, Jung Kook uses his cast situation as an excuse so you can feed him instead. And you do, but not without rolling your eyes at him. 

“Are you happy?” you ask him as he turns his head to you. 

He’s looking like a baby with some ketchup and mustard on the side of his lips ask he flashes his bunny grin. 

“Of course, I’m with you and I get to be close to Army on their special day.” 

“C’mon let’s go home as much as I want to go. I want to celebrate Army day with my favorite Army.” he winks.