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shoutogepi · 5 years ago

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No Touching

Kirishima Eijirou

word count : 4.3K of S M U T (seriously 98% smut)

[ ✘ (nsfw!) ]

themes : sub!kiri, dom!reader, thigh riding, ball gag and cock ring nastiness

bio : You finally give in to the desires of your favorite client, Red Riot... Not that you’re complaining though.

author’s note : ya so i said i was writing something sinful (shouto smut on hold for the moment) and uhh well this certainly qualifies lmao. ALSO go easy on me please this is my first Kiri fic and I tried my best to do him justice :’(

tagging : @lildreamer93 ty for supporting me 🥰

also available on AO3 here

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🅂weat drips down the prominent contours of Red Riot’s chest, the broad muscles jumping in shock at the cold and harsh snap of the clips. His nipples stand out as his back arches off the back of the chair, shoving his thick pectorals into your face. He whimpers out a low moan as your finger gently tugs at the chain connecting the clamps latched onto his sensitive chest. His thighs press together, creating the friction his throbbing cock so desperately desires.

“Y-Y/N,” he grumbles, his crimson eyes flashing briefly at your wicked gaze.

“Tsk tsk tsk, you know better than to call me that, Red.” The words taste so right rolling off your sultry tongue, and the way the number six hero’s eyes roll back as they shut sends your confidence through the roof.

He gasps as your fist squeezes his cock, this being the first time you’ve touched him so directly all night. Your heavy breath on his moist skin makes his legs shake slightly, and he throws his head back over the top of the chair when your hand glides down his shaft, maintaining your tight grip. His cock glistens with your spit and his precum, which has continued to dribble out of his aching slit since you’d begun your teasing long ago.

Sucking the chain into your mouth, you gently rear your head back so the clamps pull on his tender buds. The new position allows you to greedily soak up the way his chest puffs and falls at a quickening rate, his eyebrows scrunched in pleasure. A trickle of blood runs down his chin, his sharp teeth tucked into his bottom lip frantically. He wiggles his hips ever so slightly, hoping you won’t notice how he subtly tries to quicken the pace you’re jerking his dick to. His fingers stab into the meat of his outer thighs, trying to restrain himself from reaching out and touching you.

As his inner battle ensues, you take your time playing with his swollen cock. Gliding your fingers over the protruding veins that decorate his length, squeezing his balls just hard enough to make him shift in his seat— oh god, you love the expressions that fluctuate on his handsome face. It’s partly why he’s your favorite patron.

Sure, being a high end dominatrix has its ups and downs. Sometimes you’d get stuck with a disgusting politician, and sometimes you’d have the pleasure of spending your evening with a top hero. Many a hero had paid for a night with you, and after some time you were able to make your living off of your handful of regulars. You were no virgin to teasing men to their wits’ end, but every time your hands were on your favorite crimson client, you couldn’t help but feel sinful butterflies in your stomach.

But it was dangerous playing with a man who blazed as bright as his fiery red locks. He was dangerous. He was dangerous in the sense that always at the peak of your nights with him, you’d find yourself wondering what would happen if you broke the rules.

“Stop squirming so much,” you instruct, and although a loud whine escapes him, his body instantly stills to follow your command. His eyes slit open as your hand leaves his dick, sagging slightly in his seat in a mixture of disappointment and relief that you had stopped. “Stay,” you demand, winking at his longing gaze.

You saunter over to the vanity, ass pushed out to bend your spine just the way he likes. Your manicured fingernail drags along the drawers, and you enjoy the feeling of his hot eyes glued to your every motion. Opening the top drawer, you search for the items you’d come over here for. Your smile only widens as you recognize the smooth plastics, and you make sure to keep the various items out of Kirishima’s sight as you take it out of the drawer. Reaching out to grab a container of lube perched at the top of the shelf, you gasp as you knock the container onto the floor.

“Clumsy me,” you purr, watching the redhead’s eyes ignite with renewed interest as you lean down to retrieve the bottle. Your tiny little skirt does nothing to cover the ruby red thong that slips between your cheeks, and a broken moan erupts from the hero across the room. Your hand slides up to grip one of your ass cheeks, pulling apart and almost revealing your needy holes.

But you know just how far to spread— and much to Kirishima’s chagrin, he can only see the tiniest glimpse of your sex before you stand upright again.

When you come closer to him, you can see how you’ve affected him. His cock is angry— thick and red and twitching impatiently against his taut stomach. The emotions swirling within his scarlet gaze makes your pussy flutter, and a slight blush rises to your cheeks even though you’re the one in control here.

“My favorite panties, darlin’? You’re always so considerate of me.” His gravelly voice causes shivers to shoot down your spine. His eyes fixed on yours, the corner of his mouth twitches up as you draw nearer, a full smirk on his face as you sink to your knees between his legs. His length jumps eagerly at your proximity, a puff of hot air washing over your face as he exhales.

“Do you like them, Red?” You inquire, but it sounds more like a taunt. You deposit the plastic items on the floor underneath his chair, keeping them out of view. His thighs jerk roughly as your palms lay against the skin there, your fingernails tickling his flesh.

He gulps, his cocky grin faltering as your fingers slide upwards toward his erect cock. “I didn’t get a very good look at ‘em sweetheart. Be a doll and ‘gimme a refresher?” His voice is softer this time, but it still has that Red Riot edge to it. He knows he is not in a position to make requests, but fuck all if he’s not going to try and see your perfect body again.

His heart slams against his ribs at the bright smile that splits your lips. “Hmm, I ‘dunno, Eiji,” you tantalize, ecstatic at the loud groan he releases. His name falling from your pouty lips makes his eyes roll back, his fingers cutting into his palms as he clenches his fists. “You didn’t even say please.”

Drawing fresh air into his lungs, Kirishima licks his lips as you push yourself to stand halfway upright, your face dangling just a short distance from his. Oh, how much he’d pay to lean in and taste your mischievous lips. Your hands still on his thighs, his body trembles at your closeness. “Please, baby, ‘lemme see those panties,” he begs, his voice crackling slightly in desperation. His brows cinched and his eyelids half-lidded, his teeth grind together as he grovels.

You lean in, and his eyes dart south to analyze your breasts for a moment before he looks back at your face in flustered surprise. “You’re such a naughty boy,” you moan, smiling at how his cock jolts upright, standing vertically as if saluting you. “Only ‘cause you asked so nicely.”

You turn around and the sound of Kirishima’s sharp inhale makes the corners of your lips curl into a satisfied smirk. Your ass meets his thighs, cunt placed strategically in between so he doesn’t get the pleasure of feeling your wetness. Of course you’re turned on, but you must comply with those infernal fucking rules.

Kirishima groans unabashedly as you grind your ass against his thighs. He’d visited you many nights before, but this was the first time he’d felt the silky skin of your ass and thighs on his own, and the sensation only makes his aching cock impossibly harder. Twisting your back, you turn your face so you can watch his expression. His eyes are scrunched shut and more blood trails down his chin as he bites his lip so hard his teeth stab into himself. His fists are clenched so tightly beside his thighs that they’re white and trembling, and it seems like he’s too tense to even take in a breath of air.

“Eiji,” you whimper and he immediately opens his eyes, his pupils blown out. “Don’t you wanna see ‘em again?” His gaze remains on your eyes for a moment before he realizes one of your hands is lifting up the back of your skirt, presenting your ass and that delicious sliver of carmine lace that disappears between your cheeks. Your ass jiggles slightly as you drag yourself along his thighs, and he nearly explodes as he watches your asshole pucker underneath the mesh fabric.

“F-fuck, Y/N,” he gasps, finally releasing his poor bottom lip from his pointy teeth’s hold. Your sweet skin on his is too much— infinitely better than the meager scraps his imagination had conjured up all those late nights when he would return home from your workplace. Even though you’d always get him off, he’d find himself hard and ready to go again as he’d replay the hours you’d spent with him in his head. Of course he’d jerked himself off to the thought of finally fucking you, but he would never force you into something you were uncomfortable doing. And then, of course there were those forsaken boundaries with your job, which he ruefully reminds himself of with every roll of your hips.

Kirishima cries out at the loss of your touch, desperate to have your skin on his. The contact was much too brief after all his pent up imaginations had run so wild. A foxy frown is on your pursed lips as you turn around, sinking back to your knees between his legs. “Red,” your tone is low and oozing with lust, and even though he’s being admonished he can’t help but leak more precum at your sultry voice. “You know you’re not supposed to call me that.”

Before he can apologize, you grab one of the toys from underneath the chair. The thick black ring makes him slightly recoil, but his reaction doesn’t stop you as your mouth eagerly engulfs his tip. The pearly substance gathered there greets your tongue with a bitter saltiness that you gladly welcome. His hips nearly buck, and he doesn’t know how he manages to keep still as your throat welcomes his throbbing cock. Moans tumble out from him, loud and dissolute, just the way you love it. You only allow a few bobs on his length before you lean back, sliding the ring around his cock and fixing it to slip around his balls so it sits tightly at the very base of him.

The muscles on his torso are quivering as he tries to recover, his breath ragged and uneven. “I’m s-sorry, darlin’,” he pants and he nearly doubles over as the ring begins to vibrate,” I— fuck— I got too excited.” You wonder if the expletive is because of the vibrating ring or because he’d wanted your body on his longer. You’d barely even touched his cock and yet he was horrifyingly close to climaxing, an embarrassed flush tainting his tan cheeks.

“I forgive you, Red,” you slap his thigh, not soft but also not hard enough to hurt— just the right strength to make him sweat. “But you’ve still gotta take your punishment.”

Kirishima whines gently as his gaze lands on the ball gag you’d brought over, which you now dangle in front of his face. His apologetic gaze captures you as your thumb traces his broken bottom lip, smoothing over the small cuts from his vicious fangs. He dares to lean forward, lips parting and taking your thumb into his mouth. Careful not to slice your skin, he tucks his teeth away and caresses your finger with his warm, strong tongue. You become aware of your cunt dripping between your legs, your arousal intensifying at his intimate and contrite action. You want that tongue on you, all over your body, especially on the places hidden away from his piercing eyes.

You sigh at his submissive gesture, licking your lips as he opens up without protest for the gag. The ball isn’t too large a size, just grand enough to leave his mouth open and to keep him from hurting himself on his spiky teeth. “No hiding now,” you sigh into his ear as you lean into his neck. His moan is much louder with his mouth propped open, and you savor how he blushes slightly at the heightened lewdness. “Aw, you’re blushing, Red?” The color on his cheeks only darkens, and another heavy moan sounds when your fingers land on his cock.

His body is still trembling as you continue your work, and his eyes fall shut as you place your lips on the juncture where his neck meets his broad shoulder. His harsh breaths give warning to how close he is, and you heed their warning as your fingers slowly pull on his rosy member. Strategically ignoring his inflamed tip, you languidly stroke his shaft, and you’re rewarded with a slew of short and desperate mewls from the hero beneath you.

You know just how hard this must be for him. Red Riot, the unbreakable, top hero who prides himself on his manliness and bravery. An absolute unit of a man— rippling muscles strung along his huge frame, sharp teeth to dazzle his fans with his signature cocky grin, and of course the most gallant, chivalrous character— Yes, that’s who is melting into a puddle underneath you.

Your lips dance along his slick chest, never staying long enough to leave a mark that could tarnish his noble reputation. The moans turn to deeper growls as your hand floats further up his length with every jerk, his noises of pleasure so exquisitely loud with his jaw hanging open. You can’t help but shift against his thighs, the burning between your legs becoming hard to ignore. A wave of embarrassment crashes through you as you realize your desire for the man beneath you. If you could have it your way, his cock would be nestled in your cunt so quick he wouldn’t even notice until you were cumming around him. Fuck, if only you weren’t at work right now… what are the damn rules again?

No touching.

No kissing.

No penetration.

The three statements are a blaring mantra in your head, repeating over and over, faster and faster. Fear mixes with your lust, a terror culminating that you might do something forbidden if the words stray from your focus.

No touching.

No kissing.

No penetration.

Kirishima, ever the gentleman, notices the subtle shift in your mood, his eyes taking in your wanton expression and how your hips just barely swing along his thighs. Your core still in between his legs, untouched save for your arousal pooling in your panties. His hungry stare roves over your black brassiere, the thin material not doing much to hide your hard nipples from poking through. He lets out a vicious groan as he imagines how you’d squeal if he could take one of those cute little buds in between his teeth, just hard enough to make you squirm but not so much you’d bleed. Fuck, how wet your cunt must be under that string you called panties, how you’d scream as he rammed his fat cock into your tight little pussy.

Little do you know, the rules are replaying in his head too. He wants you just as badly, if not more.

No touching.

No kissing.

No penetration.

Your hand stops abruptly and he grumbles, unceremoniously ripped from his imagination once more. Your gazes lock, and he lets out a soft moan when you bite your bottom lip, unsure eyes floating around his handsome face.

You’d like to think Eijirou trusts you after all the nights you’ve spent together, but you can’t stop the nerves that tingle with uncertainty as you summon the courage to say something. You’d had surprisingly deep conversation with the man when you weren’t teasing the living shit out of him, even going so far as to reveal your real name in exchange for his-- something a woman in your profession should know much better than to do. But you couldn’t help it, and although you had to chastise him for uttering your name, every time he did so sent a wave of heat rushing toward your core. Even now, after you’d edged him mercilessly all night, his eyes hold a deep, touching sincerity as he looks back at you.

No penetration.

No kissing.

No...

Your shaking hands reach down to land atop his fists. His eyes widen as your thumb pokes into the middle of his fists, unraveling and pulling them so his hands lay open in yours. Your fingers around his wrists now, you guide them to your hips, hovering over your skin as you continue to doubt yourself.

Kirishima allows you to hold his hands so enticingly close, his crimson orbs flickering between your waist and your hasty expression. So he makes the move instead. Slowly, at an almost agonizing pace, he lowers his hands to rest on your flesh.

Touching!

Oh god, he’s touching you and it feels so fucking good!

The skin on his palms is calloused and rough, but they feel like heaven on the smooth skin of your hips. A whimper departs from your open lips, eyes falling closed at how hot and manly his touch feels. His fingers press into your supple hips, moving your torso to the left slightly and maneuvering you to poise directly above his thigh. He watches your erotic expression blossom as you sink yourself onto his thigh, your cunt finally receiving the friction it so desperately desires. He snarls out a sexy groan at how easily your cunt wets his thigh, your arousal soaking through the red thong you had put on just for him.

“Eiji,” you moan and he grabs your hips hard. His biceps bulge as he slides you toward him, dragging your pussy along his thigh and soliciting a whine from your parted lips.

Your hand starts up again on Kirishima’s cock, jerking his whole length now and making sure to pay special attention to his pretty pink tip. Your other hand flies up to curl around the back of his neck, your elbow perching on his shoulder. His soft red locks tickle your wrist, his hair flat and void of product. Your fingers twitch to undo the ball gag but you know very well if you do that, you’re going to kiss him. You’re going to kiss him and feel his tongue on yours, and you’re going to suck in all his moans and give him some of your own.

And then, that’s two rules thrown out the window, why not abandon the last as well?

No, you’re a good girl and you need this job. You need it more than you need Eijirou’s mouth and his cock, even if the call is so disturbingly close. No kissing and no penetration. And fuck, you could get off with just his touch no problem.

The hero underneath you groans at your renewed vigor on his member, his grip tightening still as he drives your hips back and forth against his thigh. His jaw becoming sore from being open so long, drool trickles down his chin to drip onto his lap. He longs for your release, eyes barely open to watch you make such a sinful face as you let him push and pull your body against his. A devious thought enters his mind, and he quickly acts on it, activating his quirk on his lower half.

The gasp that tears from you is exhilarating, and Kirishima’s wrists only flick your hips faster against his hardened muscles. He allows his moans to ring out into the room without restraint, his deep, guttural noises loud enough to drown out the beautiful whines that he forces out of you. Your hand keeps up with this increased pace, thumb pressing dangerously into the head of his cock and smearing the essence trickling out of him so it lubes up your ministrations.

His hardened thigh sends delicious jolts of pleasure through your body as Kirishima drags your clit against himself. Your fingers pull tightly on the hairs at the base of his head, eliciting a sensual howl to rumble from his chest. The incredible solidity of his muscle beneath your quivering cunt forces you to hurdle to the edge at a shameful speed— already you can feel the haziness of an orgasm consuming you. His quirk so delectably harmonious with the onslaught his hands roll you against, your head tilts back as your eyes slam shut.

“Red!” Your body crumbles in his hands, collapsing as your climax wracks through you, emanating from your core and making your entirety surge with a pulsating, white heat. Your hand on his cock clenches, frantically yanking at his sensitive tip and making his hips buck up against you.

Kirishima revels in your euphoric expression and how your pussy clenches through your thong against his now-soft thigh. He continues to draw your hips along his lap sensually, watching your chest shake as you recuperate. Your head flops forward so your forehead rests on his shoulder, your hand on his neck falling to drag your nails along his muscular back. The sensation makes his skin prickle, and he can’t hold back the smug grin that appears on his lips. He’d made you orgasm and he’d barely even touched you.

Finally catching your breath, you slither off his thigh. A thin trail of your arousal strings out as your hips retreat, connecting your cunt and the pool of slick that had leaked onto his muscle. A pink blush blooms on your cheeks at the sight, and Kirishima can only let out another vocal groan to assure you he finds it sexy.

Shakily landing on your knees once more between his legs, your fingers slide under the confining ring on his base, slipping the forsaken toy off of him. His cock seems to immediately grow, pulsing and radiating heat against your palms. His hand frames your face, thumb on your chin and middle finger brushing the corner of your jaw. The other hand pushes your hair away from your mouth, and you hum in appreciation as your hand cups his length.

Kirishima sighs as you take him into your mouth, his cock feeling free yet hypersensitive after the torture from the vibrating ring. Your tongue caresses the tip, swirling around to collect his saltiness before flattening at the bottom of your mouth, and sliding his member deep into your throat. His sensual moans greet your ears as your velvety mouth welcomes his length, and his eyes flutter closed as you guide more and more of him inside.

Your movements are lazier than usual, your brain still clouded with ecstasy from your orgasm, but he doesn’t seem to mind the extra care you give. Your tongue curls around his length, the soft ack ack ack of his cock nestling entirely inside your throat making him shudder. Your fingers trail up his flexed torso, hooking around the metal chain across his chest and gently pulling it towards yourself. His groans increasing in frequency and volume, you blearily look up to catch his scarlet gaze honed in on you. Your other hand cupping his balls and your nails combing through his black, trimmed hair, his eyes whirl back into his skull, and a broken, ferocious snarl tears through him.

Briny, hot ropes of his cum easily coast down your throat, and your purr against his member. He lets out another animalistic growl, his long overdue orgasm sending shivers from head to toe. The face he pulls is exquisite, his eyes nearly crossing in bliss and his jaw still hung open, drool dribbling down the corner of his mouth. Rolling his balls in your palm as your tongue glides alone his veins, your mouth leaves his cock as you stand. Your cunt throbs, longing to be stretched with his thick cock at the knowledge that had his mouth not been full on the gag, it would’ve been dripping with your name.

Sitting in his lap, facing him again, your fingers wind around the back of his head and undo the gag. The ball falls out of his slack jaw and drips with his saliva, not that that phases you. His lust-clouded eyes regard yours, and a low chuckle thrums out of him as his hands drift up and down your spine. His lips curve into a sated smile, a warm feeling trickling into your chest and you suddenly feel bashful under his intense eyes.

“So we breakin’ the rules now, baby? Long time comin’,” He whispers, his hands gathering your hips once more and dragging you into his chest. The friction on your puffy clit makes your core spasm around nothing, and as if the movement is not enough to be noticed by Red Riot, a low whine tumbles out of you. He presses you closer to his torso, the sinew underneath his skin protruding delightfully. You let out a mewl as your cunt touches his still-hard cock, your mesh panties the only barrier separating your bodies. “You’re so fuckin’ cute pressed up against me like this, darlin’.”

You gasp as his finger dips into the puddle you’d left on his thigh, shocked as he sticks the digit in his mouth and groans.

“Bet these lips of yours are just as sweet,” he mumbles as his hand takes your chin, thumb rolling over your plump bottom lip. His eyebrow quirks as an idea comes to mind, his hands still running across your soft skin with his darkened gaze challenging you.

“Does it count as rule breakin’ if we head back to my place?”

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thank you so much for reading. If you’d like a part 2 (breaking the other rules huehuehue) please be sure to let me know ♥︎

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putas-in-suffering · 4 years ago

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Terms of Endearment

Pairing: Obispo “Bishop” Losa x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW 18+ older

Warnings: Language, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of bodily fluids, desecrating quinceañera dresses (oops)

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: Part 1. Mutual attraction doesn’t always mean you’re on the same page.

A/N: You asked and we delivered. We got the OG daddy himself, Bishop aka El Presidente, showing up and showing out for you sucias. Enjoy and share with your fellow sucias! Feedback is the preferred drug for our addiction and greatly appreciated 💖💖

*Check out our Cartel Daddy in part 2 of this love/lust triangle here

Your eyes caught his across the factory floor. He was making his way towards you, a self-assured smirk decorating his bearded lips. He stopped to greet one of the workers, winking and smile at the passing women with all the charm of a teenage boy. His swagger was undeniable, his confidence radiating like a neon sign. He was a man that knew what he was doing, knew what he was capable of. If the fine lines decorating his face and the grey in his facial hair didn’t give him away, the glint behind those warm cocoa eyes did. He had experience. The kind of experience that captured your attention, in more ways than one.

“Obispo,” You greeted coolly, unwilling to let him bear witness to your more than business-like interest in him.

“Querida…” He responded, smirking and moving in for the obligatory kiss on the cheek.

You didn’t chastise him for the pet name. You may be one of Miguel Galindo’s most trusted employees, but you were still a woman in a male-dominated world. Running a cartel was surprisingly conservative work. The men treated you like a woman instead of as an equal, and while that used to piss you off, Miguel had taught you to utilize your feminine strength. So you did. You batted your eyelashes and laughed when you were supposed to. But the minute someone crossed the organization, you were front and center putting a bullet between their eyes. It was the nature of the game.

So you let the demeaning names go and you let the men think they were smarter than you. It always came back to bite them in the ass later.

But Bishop was different. He may be old-school, but you knew he respected you. You were the middle man for him and Miguel and he’d confided in you many times that he’d rather look at you than have to see another pressed suit. You had laughed at that despite the dig at your boss.

You accepted the kiss he offered and forced the heat of attraction down as his eyes quickly, but not so discreetly, appraised your figure. You smiled, pleased with his examination of you. Your heels clicked as you turned and beckoned him to follow you, your pencil skirt suddenly feeling too tight. His eyes were on you. You could feel them burning a hole in your back. You reveled in the attention, feeling your nipples begin to harden against the lace of your bra. Thank god you hadn’t worn a white blouse today.

“Shipment ready to go?” You asked over your shoulder, hearing his heavy steps follow close behind. The rest of the Mayan crew were situated at tables, lining the traditional dresses of womanhood with your product.

“Yeah, tonight. As planned.” He supplied, gesturing to the box truck being loaded.

You nodded, pleased with the sight. You didn’t necessarily have to be here to facilitate, but you’d decided at the last minute to swing by. Bishop had things under control as usual. And you got to ogle him under the guise of management, though you were sure you were fooling no one.

“Good. You have any issues give me a call.” You recited dutifully. He nodded, that smirk still staring back at you as if he found the whole thing amusing.

“Will do.”

“Did they get the new patterns we sent over?”

Bishop nodded, rubbing at his facial hair. “Yeah, they’ve made some already. Wanna see?”

“Sure.” You said as you followed him this time. He led you to the back, a locked storage room your destination. It was practically deserted back there and you were glad for it.

Bishop opened the door and allowed you to pass before him, winking as you did. You smiled bashfully, trying hard to hide it. The door closed with a heavy thud behind you both as you made your way over the rack of dresses. Miguel had sent over a new sewing pattern for the ladies, the new design allowing for more product to be moved in one dress. You inspected the delicate craftsmanship, in awe of the women’s talent. It looked exactly how Miguel had wanted. He’d be pleased.

“All good, princesa?” Bishop’s deep voice sounded against your neck, his proximity a lot closer than you’d ever been to him before. You could feel the heat of him behind you, not pressing into you but close.

His words sent shivers down your spine, his nearness making a rush of adrenaline pool in your panties. His hot breath on your neck made your heartbeat journey down and stop right between your legs.

“Great. These look great.” You managed to say, voice now raspy with raw lust. You shifted your neck a fraction of an inch, allowing him more room. You were inviting him to take it further, assuring him you wanted to.

His fingertips danced along your waist, barely touching you but setting your skin ablaze all the same. He stepped closer, pressing himself against you. You gripped the dresses in desperation as his beard scraped at your neck. His lips didn’t move and you groaned in impatience. He only laughed.

“We don’t have time to fuck around, Bishop.” You bit out, trying to goad him into action.

Again he laughed, the chuckle tickling your skin and forcing your heart to beat double-time.

“Say it again.”

“What?” You asked in confusion, trying to comprehend what it was he was demanding of you.

“My name…say it again.”

You moaned in response, pushing your ass back against him. His words made your whole body feel drunk. Your limbs felt heavy. Your lips ached for his. Your lower half sought him out desperately. Your pussy clenched in need. Your nipples peaked against the fabric of your blouse. You wanted him. You wanted him bad.

“Obispo.” You purred, purposely using his legal name. You’d never heard anyone else call him that. The idea of you being the only one gave you a rush of power you hadn't realized you’d been searching for.

Silent elation flooded you at his quick intake of breath and the low groan that sounded seconds later. His fingertips no longer hovered, but instead latched onto your hips and held your ass to him. He cradled you against his hardening cock, the ridge of the zipper making you lean forward ever-so-slightly out of instinct. Bishop’s hips jutted in response, his excitement overflowing at seeing your bent position.

“Fucking shit…” He cursed, rough hands rubbing sensuously at your ass. “You sure you wanna do this?”

His hands were already drifting down to the hem of your skirt. You bent forward again, letting your ass push back into his stiff cock.

“Fuck yes…” You moaned, both in response and encouragement of his hands at your thighs. He pulled the constricting fabric of your skirt up, revealing your thighs and ass. He skimmed a hand over the flesh, pulling at the lace of your thong as he did so. The fabric caught on your clit, forcing a moan from you lips.

“Shhhh, preciosa.” Bishop gently chastised, his thick finger running from your lower back to the flooded slit between your thighs.

The sound of fabric ripping was ignored, the seam of one of the dresses you’d been gripping now split. The hangers strained against the weight of your hold, but you didn’t care. You needed the support against Bishop’s unrelenting hands. He teased your clit, dipping his fingers into your wetness and then back out again. His other hand groped your breast through the silk of your blouse, pinching your nipples with precision.

He was manipulating your body exactly how he needed. And you fell right into his clutches, letting him do as he pleased. You arched into his touch, you ass continuing to push back until he gave you what you needed.

“Bishop, please…”

His mouth attacked your neck, his tongue dancing along the flesh in erotic fashion. He soothed the burn left behind from his facial hair, lapping at you tenderly. He showed no signs of acknowledging your plea.

“Bishop, goddammit.” You cursed as the seconds passed by without his cock stuffing you full. He made no move to release himself from his jeans. His inaction forced you into action. Your hand left the dresses and reached behind you, feeling for the buckle on his jeans.

“What’re you doing?” He gritted out. He wasn’t stopping you, so you forged ahead.

“Knitting a sweater.” You deadpanned, failing to release his belt with one hand. “A little help?”

Devilish laughter filled your ears once again.

“Yes ma’am.”

You rolled your eyes in response. Bishop would use this occasion to address you as something other than the terms of endearment he’d been using. Something that denoted respect.

Ironic.

A moan, loud and satisfying, left your lips at the feel of Bishop’s warm, hard flesh meeting yours. He’d finally pulled himself from his jeans, letting his cock sit dangerously close to your begging walls. You could feel the wetness already dotting the tip of him, the liquid smearing across your ass. You pushed back while he rutted against you, your bodies needy and seeking friction.

“Ready?” He asked, biting at your earlobe as he did. You could feel the weight of him pressing against your entrance, the head barely slipping past but already making your muscles burn. His hand was holding your panties to the side, affording him the perfect view.

“Yes. Do it.” You demanded breathlessly, jutting your ass out further. He let his cock slide against your opening, coating himself. Each pass caused him to bump your clit. You struggled to stay still, ready to implode from the inside out. Just when you were about to tell him to fuck off, he finally entered you.

“Fucking hell…”

“Jesus…”

You both released ragged curses at the joining of your bodies. You could feel him throbbing against your heat, feel the ridges of his thick cock as your walls squeezed around him. He nudged at your cervix, the angle ensuring you were about to get the most intense fucking you’d ever had. He began to move, sliding effortlessly in and out. Your pussy contracted, your climax already embarrassingly close.

“Harder.” You demanded, thankful that the racks you were supporting yourself on were cemented into the ground.

Bishop grunted, his hips acquiescing your request. He thrust so hard you almost went headfirst into the cement wall. He caught you though, his hand gripping your hip and keeping you mercilessly attached to him. You whimpered at the brute force of it, the tingles of euphoria getting stronger with each plunge.

“I can feel how close you are. Cum for me, querida.”

Your walls tremored in response, as if proving his statement. He growled, his hips faltering at your tightness. He let both of his hands come together at your hips, stabilizing you for his oncoming assault. You bit your lip, trying to keep your delirious moans at bay. The slap of skin reverberated throughout the room as he fucked you with all the savagery of a wild animal. Despite your effort, noises of extreme pleasure flew past your lips. You trailed a hand down to bathe your abandoned clit with attention. Within seconds you were coming.

“Shit, shit, shit…” You chanted as your entire body convulsed in intense waves, the orgasm so powerful that it felt like it lasted for hours. Your eyes were squeezed shut and all you could do was hope that Bishop kept his firm hold on you.

“Fuck baby…that feels fucking good.” He praised, letting you ride out your pleasure. You spasmed until your energy was drained and your mind had traveled back to earth. His touch still burned you, but in a much different way. You were utterly satiated and still yearning for more.

He resumed his movements only when he felt you lazily push back, signaling you were ready for him to continue. He started off slow once again, but sped up as he got closer to his own climax. Your pussy came to life once again, struggling to grasp against him as he thrust. Your release coated you both, making it difficult for him to stay buried inside you.

You hissed when he hit that intensely sensitive spot within you, forcing you to try and pull away. But he didn’t let you. Instead, he held you tighter while he thrust faster. The grip on your hips hurt, but the extreme pleasure between your thighs eclipsed it. You could feel his hips start to falter as he dived right off the cliff to join you.

Warm spurts of his cum filled you. The sensation was almost as fulfilling as your own orgasm. You felt his entire body tighten up before it released and practically went immobile. His hands drifted from your body, his cock barely inside you anymore with the abundance of moisture between the two of you. His breathing was ragged, coming out in rapid succession. He steadied you as you moved to straighten yourself, your legs now teetering on your heels. The sound of his belt buckle alerted you to his movements as you shifted your skirt back down. You were both attempting to appear as if you hadn’t fucked in a storage closet full of quinceañera dresses. And while you both were still on the clock.

You adjusted your blouse, tucking it back into your skirt. You met Bishop’s gaze, dead-set on not jeopardizing your working relationship. He cracked a lazy smile, showcasing his now sluggish mood.

You laughed.

He joined in, shaking his head as he did. “Miguel’s gonna kill us.”

“Not if he doesn’t find out. You plan on calling him up to tell him?” You teased.

“Thought about it.” He shot back, the humor clearly displayed all over his face.

“And why would you do that?” You arched a brow and crossed your arms.

Bishop stepped into your space once again, licking his lips as he held your stare. You waited with baited breath, heart back to pounding wildly against your breast bone.

“To let him know I fucked you and he still hasn’t.” Bishop all but gloated.

“And what makes you think he hasn’t?” You replied with obvious attitude.

“The way he looks at you. That man hangs on your every word. It’s almost fucking sad.”

You blinked, not shocked by his observation, but still surprised. You and Miguel had a past. One that did not include you sleeping together though it had gotten close. You’d made it your own rule to never sleep with the men you worked with. It was imperative that they respected you.

But Bishop had been different. Bishop had experience that made you feel like a novice with most things. You supposed that was the allure.

He pulled a cigarette from the pack hidden inside his leather. A silver lighter appeared from his jean pocket, the flame already dancing against the end of the stick in his mouth.

“Say a word of this and I’ll have you silenced in a heartbeat, El Presidente.” You warned. You knew he wouldn’t, but you could never be too careful. Men liked to think they were superior and above emotion, but they could be worse than any woman you’d ever known. Their dicks seemed to always get in the way of logic and the last thing you needed was a pissing contest to take place between the two alphas.

Bishop paused, eyes narrowing at your obvious threat. He sucked in a mouthful of smoke and let it plume out and into your face. He laughed at your words, but you could still see the seriousness in his expression. But you didn’t back down. You may have just let him fuck you, but he wasn’t the one that signed your paychecks. Nor did you take orders from him. The cartel was bigger than him. And he knew that.

“Oh, I have no doubt…princesa.”

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drakewalkerisreal · 4 years ago

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Coffee & love taste best when hot.

Drake×Riley

Warning: NSFW

Drake likes to stay in the palace library long after everyone else had gone to bed. He loves to read ancient history books. Riley knows and that’s why she went to library bearing two steaming cup of coffees. She always find excuses to spend time with Drake. He has been the only one here whom she can call as her homie, friend & constant support.

She knew her attraction towards him and finds him more handsome than crispy royal men. Riley always believed that a handsome person is someone who stays true to themselves and their spirit, someone who can make you smile. If she trusts her instincts, Drake feels the same for her.

Riley leaned on the frame of library door

“I’m going to disturb you these coming weeks by sharing the library with you late at night.”

Drake quirked his eyebrow “ Can’t sleep Brooks?”

“A cup of coffee for you,” she said, trying to maintain her composure under his intense gaze.

He accepted the coffee and flashed a disarming smile at her.

Riley said sipping her coffee. “You’re always here. What could be more exciting than that?”

Drake blushed but tried to hide the same by indulging in his book again.

Riley already has enough of Drake’s resistance. She playfully tried to snatch the book from him “ what are you reading Walker. Something more interesting than lady here” she batted her eyelashes.

Drake knew what he has to deal with. His thoughts were barely on the book before him.

He looked at her with his signature smirk “what are you playing at, Brooks”

Drake wanted to supress the fire her presence had stoked but most of the time he is helpless against her, especially when she provokes him like this. He cannot stop fantasizing about untucking her blouse from her skirt, ripping the blouse open to reveal her bra, freeing her breasts and taking her nipples in his mouth.

“So, how does it taste?” Riley asked innocently. Drake abruptly came out of his fantasy. “What?”

“Coffee, of course”

“Amazing, thanks!” Drake quoted. “I always need some hot, steamy, earth shattering, mind blowing-coffee”

“Was this only about coffee?” Riley asked seductively.

Drake cant help and words slipped from his mouth

“I wonder what tastes better? You or the coffee?”

Riley composed herself. She wasn’t as unaffected as she acted.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out,” she said, setting the cups of coffee on table and straddled him. She cupped his face and kissed him hard. Her mouth on his was both fire and ice. Unable to resist, Drake reciprocated. His hands played with her hair while his mouth ravaged hers. Their kiss felt like the most natural thing in the world. Riley’s hand slipped under Drake’s shirt to touch his skin beneath.

Suddenly Drake stopped. “We need to slow down here, Brooks. If I ever get a chance, I don’t want our first time like this. You deserve much more”.

Riley was disheartened to hear Drake’s logic. She already has heard such things so many times.

She sighed “I get it” and tried to get off from Drake’s lap.

Seeing disappointment in Riley’s eyes Drake grabbed her hand “Hey!” he looked deep into her eyes.

“You don’t know how much I’ve fantasized about kissing you, about taking off your clothes and unwrapping you like a treasure,” Drake said caressing her cheeks.

Riley looked down to avoid his gaze.

Drake cupped her face with both palms and pulled her for a deep kiss. He murmured within kiss “ You don’t know how much strength I need everyday to stop my urging to have you all”

“I don’t want more arguments Drake. I want you” she said between the sloppy kisses. They were fighting with their tongues now.

“Now, I want you now” she almost commanded.

Drake unbuttoned her blouse hurriedly and shifted the cups of her bra until her breast spilled over the top and into his waiting mouth.

He suckled her hungrily, one nipple in his mouth and another between is thumb and forefinger.

Riley thought she’d die of pleasure.

She began to undulate over him and was rewarded when she felt his steely hardness come to life under her. She bent her head and kissed his pulse point and behind his ears. She was glad when Drake groaned with his mouth full of nipple.

Riley couldn’t take it anymore. She unbuckled his belt and freed him. She got on her knees and took him in her mouth. He groaned when she took him all the way to the back of her throat. Her tongue went to work stroking him, sucking him and massaging him.

He held her head and begged her to stop.

“Brooks, let me return the pleasure,” he said.

He lifted her from her knees and placed her on the desk. He pushed her lacy thong to the and stroked her with a finger, then two, finally three. She threw back her head and arched her back. His tongue circled her clitoris and almost drove her mad. She pressed his face to her wet heat and moaned softly.

Her eyes looked dazed when he pulled his fingers from her.

He spread her legs as far as they’d go and entered her with his tongue. His mouth greedily lapped up her juices. Riley moaned and rocked against his face.

“Please, I want you in me right now.”

“Anything for the lady,” Drake replied with a mischievous smile.

He got to his feet and lifted Riley from the table. He bent her over it, pulled her skirt over her waist, slid her panties to the side and entered her in one smooth thrust till he was buried to the hilt.

She matched him thrust for thrust for thrust, rolling her hips till they were both panting. He was everything she imagined. Riley was sure she was close to the edge when Drake stopped.

“May we enjoy it from other angle,” he asked. Riley nodded.

He pulled away from her and turned her around to face him. She sat on the table and spread herself out for him. He pulled her panties down, tossed it and entered her in one clean thrust. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he started a quick tempo of sharp and deep thrusts.

Riley cried out his name as her body shook with release.

Drake couldn’t hold it in any longer. He exploded in a most violent climax.

Riley clung to Drake’s chest for supporting. They were both panting.

“You know what” Drake said with a grin “ Now I know what tastes better than coffee.”

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gotatext · 5 years ago

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by this point im p sure u all know the drill.... i’m nora, 23, she/her, gmt and tonight matthew im going to be greta o’driscoll, a terrible person but a hot one which frankly makes it almost ok. here is her pinterest..... this intro is literally just copied n pasted frm the last time i played her so soz if u’ve read it like 10+ times....

「 diana silvers. cis-female. 」have you seen greta o’driscoll around yet? i hear she decided to be in POTENTAS for their SOPHOMORE year as a CRIMINAL PSYCHOLOGY major. the 20 year old SHEPHERD is known to be tenacious, magnetic, capricious and evasive. ➨ the muse is written by nora, she/her, gmt.

was adopted as an infant. had two foster moms and two older sisters so always surrounded by women. lived in a boarding house, very much like the one in 20th century women, with lodgers coming in and out all the time, mostly artsy young women because her gay moms were both high school teachers trying to set up their own arts collective. one of her moms left when she was 4, n she doesn’t really remember her.

while living with entirely women made her super into catlin moran and the guilty feminist, as a teenager she often let boys walk all over her bc she just craved male attention jst bcos she’d never really experienced it. saw it as something aspirational, like sitting in the back of chad’s second-hand truck while he drove you to macdonalds and offered you and his five friends with identical haircuts weed was the height of being cool to greta, she wanted to be their dream girl, even if it meant compromising her beliefs

was always a really sporty bitch. it started with a junior athletics squad, which turned into athletics and cheer, which then became athletics, cheer and hockey until she basically was doing a different activity every night. she came to see her body as a tool that she could make work for her if she trained it up and this attitude’s always kind of stayed with her that as long as her body is strong she is capable of anything. runs every day.

bubbly bitch but also massive snake. metaphorically and literally, always shedding her skin. loyal to few, ruled by none, out for herself, babey!! every place she goes, she becomes a new character, someone who’s a figment of her imagination, as if each city is repertory theatre and she’s a character actress, so as a result som ppl think she’s called rita, some ppl know her as margot, she just flicks through identities like nobodies business.

left school at 18 n went backpacking around the states making money in the casinos by being a shot girl (yeehaw) and trying to make it as a mysterious 1920s widow with a smoky voice, a dark secret n a heart of gold, looking for love in the big city. all she found was producers and acting agents who’d promise her stardom n actually just fuck her in a motel n then ignore her calls.

TW domestic violence, TW gun, her watershed moment came when she met luke in sioux falls while she was working at a strip club. he was a few years older and had a car, and they kind of went from seeing each other to being that super intense couple who are just necking all the time.

they got engaged like 3 months after they met n rented a flat together, much to her family’s annoyance but she was 19 so there wasn’t much they could do. their relationship was super super intense though, often really heightened and when they fought it could become quite violent, but she’d pass it off as just him being really passionate.

one of their fights got really heated and greta threatened him with the gun he kept in the glove box of his vauxhall corsa, but the safety was off and she accidentally shot him. she pleaded self defence in the trial n cos of the amount of times she’d been hospitalised for various concussions n things like ‘fallling down the stairs’ the police were like yea… pretty watertight evidence that he was a bastard who [chicago voice] had it coming…..

she’s now under witness protection, rehoused in livingstone as a sports-scholarship student, due to the amount of police involvement in the area, it would mean should one of luke’s family members try to track her down, she’d be relatively safe

massive sports fanatic. plays tennis. on the cheer team. was a track superstar in her high school. honestly just that sporty bitch, you’ll see her doing lines at a party at half four and then on your way to your 9am lecture you see her running across the park like a fresh fucking daisy who is this bitch. maybe it’s maybelline, maybe its coke.

massive feminist. low key quite scared of powerful men bcos of her ex. wants to start a female only lesbian commune bc she misses her childhood in a south dakota boarding house and has endless support for women. honestly annoyed that she is attracted to men, would so be 100% gay if it was a choice. cuffs her jeans and can’t drive. is That bisexual. skateboards. wears backwards caps. i hate her

isn’t a foward-planner, however. greta prefers to leave her options open, play the field, live in a spontaneous manners so her study style is mostly cramming a few days before a test, or staying up all night writing an essay on a massive adrenline boost powered by red bull or probably adderall, scribbling (or typing) furiously into the night.

has an addictive personality. seems unable to do anything in a small dose, she has to let it utterly consume her. with sports, she’s fiercely competitive. with alcohol, it’s never a shot, it’s a whole bottle – wine or whiskey – she’ll be table dancing before the night’s up and making out with someone she’ll regret in the morning.

not afraid to go after what she wants !! ambitious academically and romantically thirsty !! she loves the adrenaline of the chase. when someone’s easy to get, she becomes bored. very bisexual and very proud of it. feminist as fuck nd part of a queer representation in the arts group which holds fortnightly meetings to discuss lgbt representation in film, literature, art etc.

old soul in a young person’s body. all the shit that has gone on has kind of aged her. she’s quite cynical about everything now. always smoking smoking smoking. very edie sedgwick in that way. little girls skirts bought for next-to-nothing at the market because she’s skinny enough to get away with it, barely long enough to cover your bum, and then the ugliest baggy sweater you’ve ever seen thrown over it.

likes old things. old books, old music, old houses, it reminds her of happier times like when she wasn’t alive. buys all her music on vinyl and has a gramphone because “The Sound quality is Better” kfdsjj.

super into pop art and andy warhol. puts female friendships above everything but at the same time, would fuck her best friends man

her clothing style is like…. vintage thrift store but make it preppy. berets and cute hats, neck scarves, large fluffy cardigans or like those leathery jackets with big suede fringes on them, mini skirts (very 70s), and knee high socks or boots. quite often she’ll be in sports kit, maybe a cute tennis skirt, n when she’s feeling casual she’ll wear like, a talking heads tshirt with a pair of mom jeans and converse, but otherwise, the library is her catwalk.

aesthetics:

a bubble of pink gum on chapped lips, mom jeans, a beaten up pair of adidas, denim jackets, strawberry laces, knee-highs, chapped lips, peeling sticky plasters, split knuckles, bruises you try to cover with concealer, stick and poke tattoos, hot coffee, sleep caught in your eyes on a lazy afternoon, kissing girls, cigarette smoke shrouding you like a veil, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, leonine arch of your back and that stellar smile that says ‘you have no idea who you’re dealing with’, a rucksack permanently packed for the move, a streak of red across your lips, roller blades, cut knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, and piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your mom wouldn’t take you, kate moss posters lining the walls of a teenage bedroom, his name scrawled in rage across the pages of a diary, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, a tennis racket you punched through in a fit of temper, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

wanted plots

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! former best friends separated by sports rivalries ! sporting friends who are on other teams but who she absolutely loves playin against!!!

since greta literally can’t differentiate between romantic and platonic love, she’s got off with so many of her mates, so i want awkward friendships where they nearly dated, or exes that have now just turned into weird friendships

girls from the cheer team who she’s like, weirdly intimate with like the shower together but its not a Thing cos the other girls straight !!! what do u mean !! aha just fun !

and I want like, fellow criminology students who are like?? how is this bitch still passing?? i swear she goes out every night??

she works part time at a fast food restaurant, i want a mate that just goes and sits in there talking to her until her manager gets angry.

ppl she did a few modules with ie. art history, bio-med, film studies, before changing course and somehow sort of remaining in touch with

ppl who she runs track with.

someone she’s trying to make a zine with.

here’s a list of plots on her old blog if u want any of them w her.

would love plots of any type, throw them all at me please, i cnt wait to interact w all of u. like this if u want me to message you about connections / plots! xo

full biography if u can be bothered

trigger warnings: drugs, domestic abuse, gun.

you never meant for it to happen. you’d heard the stories, of girls who let their man walk all over them, and thought to yourself “i’ll never be one of those girls…” the kind that eat low-fat yoghurt and drink slim fast to shred a few extra pounds because he said she was getting round in the tummy, or the ones who spent their evenings tied to a kitchen sink drinking wine while him and the boys played poker, wishing god, if only I could get out of here. not you, not you raised by strong women, four bright shining beacons. single mother with her hard-as-nails attitude and her stony glares, elder sisters (twins) one ginger, one blonde, one doctor, one lawyer, both determined to take a bullet to the brain and a hammer to the patriarchy before they let a man touch them without asking. you were always so inferior, so insecure and small, like a bird (like a sparrow) with blonde plaits down your back sucking tropicana whilst your busom buds sucked dick, their lips permanently ripe with stories of their sexual exploits, fake tan and glittered nails whilst you sat in the unbroken egg of virginity wondering what it was like to be loved. one day you found out.

lily milligan’s parents gone and a free house for the night, bottles of ouzo and tequila swiped from your mother’s liquor cabinet thinking she wouldn’t know (she always knew) your legs, hardened from pep squad, slut dropping on a kitchen table because the boys thought it would be fun to get the quiet girl drunk. you’d never had a sip before that night. band t-shirts, denim shorts and the split soles of rotten converse that you refuse to let go of, you still clutched with both hands to your youth, but in a tube top now (borrowed from alice carmichael who had a sister in college) and a short tennis skirt, your feet not in trainers but in thigh-high boots. uncomfy as hell but lily said you needed to look sexy. you didn’t know if you wanted to be sexy. you didn’t know what kind of girl you were, if you were even a girl at all. but robbie looked at you like he knew exactly who you were, like he knew you better than you knew yourself, and his lips had the pink cupid’s bow of a movie star, and his hair was dark locks, curling like a mane. his hands were soft, and suddenly on your waist, and after three more shots his lips were on yours and his name was the only sound in your head and on your lips as you lost it in lily’s college sister’s bedroom beneath the glare of a T-Pain poster. you bled for what seemed like hours, his hand still in yours, kissing on the sofa as truth tellers and dare devils continued to spin a bottle of unprecedented youth. you thought it was love. robbie was the one. he loved you, you knew it, how else could someone be so soft? but soon he grew bored, scrunched up your paper heart and set it alight. then came the tears, the hatred, the ‘fuck robbie, in fact, fuck all boys.’ and that you did.

you were known for being easy. any boy could be yours for a night, as long as he promised to love you for those few short breaths and pants before you cried yourself to sleep. you felt poisoned, but poisonous as well, as if by ensnaring these young boys you were gaining power over them, and not the other way around. soon it started to work. they’d want more, but you’d deny them it, sick of sucking off silly schoolboys, they’d call you a tease, a vixen. maybe you were, but you couldn’t help but want older men. you got the history teacher first time, him bending you over his desk to sneak a hand up your tennis skirt as the after-school clubs carried on next door, unawares. love didn’t exist, not for you. it was nothing but a game for pretty young girls to play, bubble gum in their canines and a hand tugging at the hem of their cheer skirt.

there was so much anger inside of your small body, ‘beware of boys and their hook-like words’. hockey helped. there was something formidable about the feeling of a stick like a weapon in your hands and the thwack it made against thighs in the heat of a scrum - “slipped, sorry!” - you’d utter with a snakeskin smile, millicent quinn knowing that you’d hit her on purpose because she shagged robbie at that party last week. she couldn’t prove it, cobbled acne on her forehead turning green with disgust. ben came into your life like a car crash. two years your senior, with a baseball jacket and shoulders like a god. he became your personal hero. on the pitch, he was lethal. together, you could bring anyone to their ruin. each day after last period he’d be waiting in his car. you’d leap into his arms like a girl-half starved, love me, love me, love me, your heated kisses the envy of every junior girl. he was yours for three blissful years, utterly yours, and you were his, his star-spangled girl, and he was your knight - you were both the same, playing games, always difficult to predict. it was a shock to all when he proposed, high-school sweethearts find love in south dakota.

the engagement was a bittersweet affair; three months – you barely out of your gingham print skirts and into a graduation gown, him, a surly quarterback towering above your sisters, cigarette at his lips and a scowl like a fart in a lift. they hated him. so did you. but you were eighteen and in love, and he fitted the cookie cutter mould. everyone wanted him, and you had him. you had him and you were happy, happy, happy, and he loved you. he said he’d give you the world, anything you wanted hand-picked and given to you. instead, he gave you a jack russell terrier and a flat you couldn’t swing a cat in, wallpaper peeling like the rotten bits inside of you, the bits that only he knew. and you got tireder and tireder of the sad excuse of a life he’d picked out for you, him out doing god knows what to pay the bills, and you dancing on tables to pave your way to stardom, and this was love, this was real, until the shine wore off and your fresh-faced, dimple-cheeked cheerleader facade faded and the ugliness started to reveal itself, the whining, the petulance, the sharp-tempered cruelty, the mind games, the need to always win, win, win. he was dull, he was boring, he was nothing like the boy the girls had said he was and no chiselled six pack could hide his lack of anything remotely interesting, your patience wearing thin until it snapped like rubber, a rucksack on your back, running shoes on your feet and the joint bank account emptied into your eighth grade birthday wallet.

you built your small fortunes working the casinos of sioux falls, a crimson dress and an attitude to match. bookish archie with his little dipper freckles was fun for a month, before he became just as dull and dreary as the rest. a three hour bus and you were in minneapolis, bright eyed and bushy tailed, fresh meat ready for the pickings. a hostel here, a friendly co-worker’s sofa there as you made what you could by taking off your clothes and shaking your ass like you were back in pep squad, doing what you did best. you met your fair share of creeps, and soon it was back on the road to escape a wide-eyed stalker and a restless itch for more. milwaukee, chicago, you made the roads your own. log cabins and lodgings, and the occasional motel, a beaten up pick up truck purchased at a scrap merchants – you got a few miles out of it before it bit the dust, and when you finally set it alight after nights spent lounging across the driver’s seat, a parka tucked over you as a duvet, you were sad to see it go. you’re nomadic by fault, never attaching to place, people or things, creating a new personality in every place you go like a character actress; each town is a different repertory theatre, and you’re the star. a compulsive liar, you even fib about your own name, to some you’re ellen, nineteen, bookish, a law student who likes smoking and cosmos. to someone else you’re rita, you’re twenty five and look young for your age, like smoking, comics and fucking in public places.

in the bright lights of michigan, you found charlie, sweet charlie, too good for you, though you let him spoil you while he thought you were the small town girl of his dreams. next came abigail, who was fun until the jealously kicked in, and then luke, gorgeous luke, dangerous, exciting, who despite his temper, despite the fights, despite bruises down your spine and your teeth marks on his arms, loved you with the strength of a wild fire. there was destruction in your wishbones, a savageness from the field, from the pitch and now somehow in his arms, you were godly. he was cruel, he was careless, and he refused to fall at your feet like so many other boys had, which only you made you want him all the more. you were rage incarnate. you hated him so fiercely you thought you might kill him, so he played the only card you wouldn’t predict; proposed.

the house you shared was a backstreet flat in detroit, you making your name as a downtown singer while he footed the bill with pills. they had a drug for anything these days, to dull the senses, to pick them up, to drive you to insanity or pull you out of the madness hole. the two of you lived like criminals on the run (you never told him that you were, living out your days as the enigma he wanted you to be), you with your voice like caramel and fishnet legs. you were his and his alone until his hand was at your throat and the gun was in your hands screaming at him to stop, stop, stop, until a bullet stoppered his brain, crimson staining linoleum as you cast yourself out like lucifer. self defence was decreed the moment they saw your violet neck, black tears and headlight eyes and mind screaming red, red, red like the pom-poms you shook so willingly in school and the insides of his skull. you were gone, and “you” was born, renamed “greta”, boxed, shipped-out, and next-day delivered to livingstone where under witness protection you were a student, blank slate, fresh-faced in a place where no one knew your name, doing what you always did and starting again.

#this is soooOoOOO fuckin long cos every time i play greta i add more shit to it..... her seventh form will just be an entire fuckin novel.#anyway call me beep me if u wanna reach me #aka pls msg me either here or on discord. my discord is linday lohan's meth8664 #wshedintro

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“Blood and Lust.”

BTS Hitman Au. BTS Stripper Au. Fanfic roleplay.

Warnings; Character death, Murder, Violence, Smut Mentioned, Cussing,

AN: This is a Fanfic roleplay and it is separated by our replies with our tags. This is chapter one of a on going roleplay.

“When pleasure brings trouble how will the not so innocent handle it?”

Venus: Walking into the club for my shift tonight I see my boss Namjoon standing next to the bar. “Hi boss man.” I say in a flirty tone as I wrap my arm around his toned arm. “I am here! I will be in the back getting ready.” He smirks and smacked my ass as I walk into the back. The music becomes more muffled as I make it into the dressing room. “Vixen! Your here tonight with me?!?” I smile and hug her as she begins to undress in front of the mirror. “Boss says it’s a big night so we need to be entertaining.” I pull my shirt over my head then reaching down and unbuttoning my jeans sliding them down my thick thighs. “Lets wear our black lace sets tonight.” I say as I reach over and grab the panties sliding them on. Me and Vixen have been friends since we were in highschool and we have lived together since college. I started this job first and once she seen how much money I was bringing home she started to work with me. “Okay ready?” I ask as she smiles at me and pours us a shot.

Taehyung: We started packing our weapons in the car and Yoongi stops and grabs my wrist. “Listen Yoongi, I know! This guy needs to die. You don’t need to tell me.” I jerked my wrist away and opened the door to the car sliding inside as I wait for Yoongi to get inside.

Vixen: I adjust the last strap to my garter before applying a little more shimmer gloss to my lips. Twirling around to check out my get up in the mirror, I shoot you a wink and smack my lips together. “Let’s go rake up some rent honey bee!” You snake your arm in mine before we clack our heels towards the stage. Hoseok, one of Namjoon’s trusted Security guards, stands behind the spot light. His mic attached to his ear as he clears his throat, sounding off in a echo around the club’s speakers. The men fall to a silent chatter, waiting in anticipation for the next act. “And now… to the stage. I give you the club’s darlings. The two that will leave you broke. The duo who knows how to make it wet. Your favorite girls. The Siren Sisters! Venussss annnnddd Vixeeennn!!” The customers cheer and holler, acting like a pack of wolves in heat. We step on stage, glancing out into the smoke-filled and packed room. The music starts bumping and we start to work our magic.

Yoongi: The Highway was busy for a Thursday night. Many cars passed, people with their busy agendas. It was a good thing though. Easier to cover our tracks. I glance over at Taehyung as he fiddles with his phone. “Have you found his location yet?” Taehyung scoffs, acting as if he was some what offended. “Yeah bro. I did like.. an hour ago. I put a tracker in his leather jacket our last meet up. You out of all people should know it’s better to be safe than sorry.” I can’t help but tilt my head, chuckling at his cocky attitude. “So. Where is the fucker? No one screws us over.” Taehyung pulls up a database app that he jail broke onto his phone and tracked Johnny’s whereabouts. “Seems like he is working his guard shift at The Lagoon tonight.” He smirks, showing a gleam to his eye. “No no. Don’t get any ideas. We are going to slip in, kill him, and get out. No mixing business with pleasure.” He huffs and I grip the wheel, turning towards that direction. “No one steals money from us and gets away with it.”

Venus: The song “Guys my age.” Starts playing and we start dancing. Our bodies are so in sync that we know what our next move is. I feel you coming up behind me grabbing my waist and slowly grinding up against my butt. The whole crowd goes wild and starts throwing money at us. I smirk as I back you up to the pole and reaching the clasp on the front of your very skimpy bra. Your breasts fall free from the bra and you begin rubbing on them as I bend over and rub my clothed pussy in front of the crowd. The money keep falling all over us. I unhook my bra and get on the pole begin grinding on it.

We grab the pole and begin climbing the pole and we lock our feet together as we hold the pole very tightly as we grab each other’s hand and creating the double skater. The music ends and we bow down and make our way off the stage to the dressing room. “Hey great job tonight!” I say to Vixen as she laughs and sits down and tightens her robe against her body. We hear a soft knock on the door as Namjoon walks inside.

Namjoon: I smile at you both as I hand you both your bags full of money to you. “Girls you two really looked amazing out there tonight.” I pat you both on the shoulder and make my way back to the door. “Okay you guys take a second to rest then I need you on the floor.” I smirk at Vixen. “Our new male stripper is about to do his performance so you need to support.”

Vixen: “You got it boss!” I salute Namjoon with a wink and he cluckles before walking off. I turn to face you, giggling at the sight of all our money. “We will be eating like queens this week babe.” You arch a brow and cock out your hip. “Well of course. Have you seen us? The men practically bow to our feet.” I nod in agreement before a new face catches my eyes. “Hey Venus. Take our money to our locker in the dressing room. I’ll meet you there in a sec.” You smile and take the money, turning to go. “Hurry up! I need you to help me with the straps on my next outfit.” I slap your ass and usher you to go. After you walk off, I walk over to the nervous male dressed in lilac lace. “Hey sweetie. You’re Jimin, correct?” He straightens up his back and smiles. “Mhmm but my stage name is Peaches. You were amazing Vixen.” I smile and say thanks to the newbie. “Any advice you can give me for a nervous newcomer like me?” Jimin smiles and twiddles his fingers, tapping his black stiletto against the floor. “Oh sweetie, just let the music guide you. No need to be nervous. You have a banging body and you’re gorgeous. The men will melt. Not to mention that one..” I point to the young bouncer stationed beside the bar who was recently hired a few months ago. “Jungkook hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you’ve arrived.” I watch as Jimins eyes light up, changing his posture into a confident one. “House of Cards” started playing on the speakers and Hoseoks voice rings out, announcing for Peaches to join the stage. “That’s your cue babe. Go out there and give Kookie a little show.” I pat his butt and he waves me off before joining the stage. I adjust my robe and turn to walk to the dressing room to meet up with Venus, but Hoseok grabs my attention.

“Hey Vix baby!” I turn and face him. “Hobi! What’s up? Like the performance?” He moves his mic away from his mouth and smirks, wrapping his arm around my waist. “You know it baby girl.” Hoseok was Namjoon’s right hand man. He always made preparations and took care of the dancers. He was always on the flirty side, but a real gentleman. He walks me to the back hallway that heads towards the back of the building. “Listen love, can you do me a favor?” I smile and run my fingertip down his chest. “Anything for you sunshine.” He grins. “Perfect. Can you go get Johnny for me? Namjoon needs him to run an errand and I need to get back to my booth. Jimins number will be over in a bit.” I scoff and roll my eyes, gritting my teeth at the mention of the scumbags name. “But hoseokie.. Johnny is a real tool. No. Scratch that. He is a complete perverted ass hat.” Hoseok pouts and tuts at my words. “Come on princess. Please.” I let out a sigh. “Fine. Where is he?” A sign of victory radiates on his face. “Should be checking the cameras in Private Room number 4. Thanks babygirl. I owe you.” He kisses my cheek and heads off in a hurry. I finally turn to go meet Venus to tell her to accompany me. Last thing I wanted was to face that creep alone.

Venus: I am sliding my stockings up my legs as vixen walks into our dressing room. “Yah we have about 30 miniutes before we need to be on stage so you need to change sweetie.” I say to you as I notice your mood is odd. “Hey are you okay?” I ask while running my hand down your arm. You pout your lip. “I have to go get Johnny and you know how I feel about him! Please come with me?!” She pleads with me as she bats her eyelashes at me I can’t help but to smile.

I hand you the outfit. “Okay I will go with you. Get dressed.” I say with a bright smile sitting on my vanity as I watch you change. This outfit we are wearing is so complicated the tiny leather straps all over the body more skin showing then any outfit we have ever worn. Small black pasties cover the nipples and a black lacy thong with black lace stockings. “We look so hot in this.” I stand next to you looking at us in the mirror as you smile devilishly at me. “I mean I’d fuck us.” We both laugh loudly.

We make our way to the back room where Johnny was usually located. As we get further into the hallway the music from the club is a little quieter as we reach the doorway of the private room we suddenly hear yelling. I can’t help but to grab Vicens arm as we come to a stop.

Taehyung: We sneak into the back of the club searching through each private room until I open the last door and spot our target sitting in the booth with his face leaned over the table and a quick snort he sits up to face me. His face is as white as the powder he has under his nose. “Well look Yoongi, seems as tho our little play thing isn’t to worried about someone catching him.” He begins to try to find words to try to cover his guilty ass. “Shhh, we do not want to hear you talk yet.” As he tries to bolt again Yoongi pistol whips him and knocks him unconscious.

Vixen: We come to a complete halt outside of the door after hearing the scream. I roll my eyes and put my hand on my hips. “I swear to god… if he is in there fucking some floozy again while on the job…” I watch as Venus scoffs and goes to open the door. She walks in and goes to say “Johnny. If you—“ I cut her off by bringing my hand to her mouth. The door shuts behind us and I make her duck with me as we head for cover. Beside the door was a built in mini bar by the wall that all of the VIP private rooms had. We croutch and hide behind it when I hear a deep voice. “What was that noise?” It falls silent and we hold our breathes. Another voice comes out, saying “it’s nothing Tae. Let’s just get this shit settled.” I look at Venus with fear in my eyes, still holding her mouth shut. We stay wide eyed and quiet, only to listen to what was going on.

Yoongi: We bring our focus back to the situation at hand. I nudge my shoe against Johnny’s knee, making him stir awake. “Mm.. what the hell man?” He asks in a groggy and pained voice. Taehyung wastes no time in laying another punch on the mans face, laughing at his pathetic state. I adjust the leather gloves on my hands before looking at him. “Where’s the money Johnny?” Taehyung crouches down behind the victim on his knees, pulling his head back by the hair. He chuckles and places his cold and bloody brass knuckles against his cheek. “You heard my bro. Where is the money Johnny boy?” Johnny coughs, blood splattering on his shirt. “What money? The money you guys paid me to give you intel on the Gangnum group? I thought that deal was settled.” I chuckle and screw on my long barreled silencer tip to my glock. “Oh Johnny. You know damn fucking well you stole more from us. We offered you 10 grand on the intel, but 30 grand is missing. Seems fishy, doesn’t it?.” I shift on my feet, watching Taehyung face twist in amusement as he angles the others head up to look at me. “Answer him dickhead, or I’ll make you bleed out of every pore on your body.” Johnny shakes his head slightly, looking back up at me. “Come on Yoongi. What’s it to you guys anyways. Everyone knows the Daegu Brothers have more than enough green. Just let me keep it and I’ll owe you in the future.” I tisk at his words, cocking the gun. Taehyung stands up and moves to stand beside me. I point my barrel to his forehead. “No one fucking crosses the Daegu Brothers.” I fire off a shot in his skull, watching his limp body crash against the floor. Silence surrounds the room until I hear a feminine gasp from the oposite corner of the room. Both Taehyung’s and my head snap in the direction, seeing shadows starting to move. Two girls stand, making their way to the door to escape. “Tae! Grab em!”

Venus: my gasp gives our location away. “Run Vixen!” Is all I can get out before I feel someone wrapping there hand around my wrist and pulling me back and pushing me into the black haired man. His face was set in a cold stare as he looked down on me I knew this was going to be the end for me. “D-don’t hurt me please I’ll do anything!” The tears begin to fall down as he points the gun at my head I hear the other male catch Vixen. “We didn’t see anything I don’t know what happened.” I say as I hear Vixen telling the tall silver haired man to let her go. He laughed at her weak threats and basically let her fall from his shoulder to the ground. I reach for her hand and hold it tightly.

Taehyung: I stand next to Yoongi as he stares at the girls who are clearly scared I can’t help but to notice that both of them are half naked as well. I crouch down and watch you both shy away from my presence. “Yoongi, you told me to not to mess with the strippers but looks like these little kittens lost there way. Can I keep them?” I laugh as I see my jokes made him smirk a little. He motions for me to come talk with him so before I stand up I lean towards the girls. “Heads up little ones I’d hate to see such pretty things dead so no quick movements nor trying to get away because my brother is rather trigger happy. Got it?” I say in a cold tone.

Vixen: I rub Venus’ back as she clings to my side. We stare up at the two killers before us as they discuss some kind of strategy. This cannot be happening to us. My mind wanders what Namjoon and the others are doing. Maybe they would come look for us. “Yah! Our boss will not be pleased with waiting. He will be looking for us soon.” I keep a stern look on my face even though my inner being is screaming for help. The shorter man looks our way with an annoyed scowl. “She is right. Why don’t we just kill the two whores here and flee.” The taller shakes his head as he wraps up the already laid out tarp under Johnny’s lifeless body. “Nah bro. I think they could be of better use. Why don’t we just take them for the time being and discuss it later? We are running short on time.” The dark haired man sighed deeply and helped the other tie up the last end of the wrapped up body. “Fuck. Okay fine. You will have to carry them to the car.” The taller man grinned from ear to ear before strutting over to us. He crouched and reaches his hand out, caressing my cheek. “Hear that cupcake? You two will be coming with us. How does that sound hmm? Maybe you two can be my new toys.” I glare at him before biting down on the thumb that stroked the skin near my chin. He sucks in a hiss while shaking his hand. I smirk, feeling a little sense of power at hurting the broad shouldered man. My confident face soon drops when he chuckles loudly, showing a face of pure joy. “Yoongi. Did you see that? She is a feisty little thing. Finally. Some fucking fun.” He faces back to me and grabs my chin. “Oh I’m gonna keep you.”

Yoongi: I roll my eyes and hoist up the body bag over my shoulder. “Taehyung. Stop playing with the sluts and let’s go.” Taehyung frowns and looks at the two trembling girls before he gets up and walks behind them, pulling out his two 9mm handhelds. I gain their attention, clearing my throat. “Sorry ladies. Can’t have you giving away our location. No hard feelings.” I snicker before nodding my head to Taehyung. He swings his pieces down and pistol whips them to the back of the head, knocking them unconscious. He places a cloth around their heads and puts one on each shoulder. “Fuck.. good thing I picked up working out again. These girls are kind of heavy,” he says. I open the door and examine the hallways. “Will you shut it. We have to get out of here.” We sneak our way towards the exit when Taehyung speaks up again. “Bro don’t worry about a thing. I hacked the security cams before coming in here.” We walk up to the Land Rover and throw them in the back seat. The trunk was reserved for Johnny. We enter the car and head to back to the crib. “What a long fucking night.”

Taehyung: I look back at the two young girls bodies that are laid over each other. “Yeah it really has. Now we have two extra bodies here.” I say as Yoongi drives us to our house. Ten minutes later we arrive and make our way out of the car. “I got the girls. I just need you to watch them while I get rid of the body.” I watch Yoongis face contort into a dissatisfied eye roll. “Okay.” Is all I can say as I pull the girls onto my shoulders again and walk into the giant living room we have. “I will be back as soon as I can and also you can put the brown headed one in my room tonight.” I turn and leave the house to the edge of the farm next door that we own. The pigs eat everything we give them and tonight they were eating fresh meat. I get out of the car and pick up the tarp then throwing the body over the fence.

The pigs quickly begin to eat the remains of the evidence. “Good pigs! Now I have plans myself so eat up.” I laugh and get into the car heading back to the house.

Venus: I wake up with a sharp pain in the back of my head as I remember all that has happened I look around and I can’t find Vixen panic starts to rise inside me as I look around I spot the one who cause this mess. “Mister! Where is Vixen. Please tell me she is alive!” I go to stand up to walk towards him but I fall into his arm. “I am sorry.” I very slowly look up at him catching a small smile on his face.

Yoongi: I watch as the girl falls against my chest. I grab her shoulders and throw her to the couch. “Get off me whore,” I say laced with disgust. I lean back against the counter and continue to polish my gun. She scoffs and straightens up. “Excuse you, asshole. I’m not a whore.” I size her up and down and point to her skimpy lingerie. “I’m a stripper. I show my body but it doesn’t mean I sell it. Get it right.” She rolls her eyes and I chuckle in amusement. “Touché.” It falls silent and she looks around nervously. “Don’t worry dollface. Your friend is in another room. Apparently Tae took a liking to her.” She says a silent “oh” and looks over. “Is that a Beretta 92FS with a detachable silencer?” I stop polishing and look at the girl with wide eyes. “You have a good eye there dollface. It sure is.” Hmm. Maybe keeping these two around could serve of some entertainment.

Vixen: I wake up to a loud bang. My body jolts and my head pounds as I look up and let my eyes adjust to the lighting. My eyes fix on the taller man who came in the room, taking off his shoes. “Taehyung, was it?” He looks up and grins. “Ahh my little play thing is awake.” He shrugs off his jacket and i roll my eyes, bringing my hand to my head. “Ah my head is pounding. And I’m NOT your play thing so back the fuck off.” He hums and pulls his desk chair to the side of what I am assuming is his bed that I’m on. He swings his leg over and sits on it, resting his arms on the back of the chair. “Just who are you guys. And what are your plans with us?”

Venus: “I know a lot about guns. My father was a gunsmith and I learned everything from him. “ I say in a small voice as I look you up and down taking in every detail. “Uh do you have something I can change into? I hate to ask but I’m cold.” I try to warm my arms with my hands. He turns and faces me while crossing his arms. “Stripper that that knows guns? I guess that’s a good thing.” I sense his attitude is softening. “What was that about today? And why are you killing people? I mean the guy your killed is dickhead for sure and I wanted him gone but yeah.” I ramble on.

Taehyung: “Well we are famous hitman and honestly I don’t know what we are going to do with you both. I have a fascination with you so I’ll keep you alive until you have pissed me off. So be a good girl okay.” I smile at you watching my words affect you. “You are easy to get all riled up huh.”

Vixen: I roll my eyes at his words, trying to cover up my body from his wandering eyes. “Hey pal, my eyes are up here.” He shakes his head and pulls off his shirt and tosses it to me. I look away as I notice his chiseled chest. “You could have gotten me another one of your shirts. Not the one you’re wearing.” He pulls out a switch blade from his pants pockets and flicks it open. He leans over and cuts one of the straps to my lingerie set. “Hey! This was expensive!” He swirls the blade around and closes it. “Well it’s either wear that shirt or just lay naked. Your choice pretty. Not to mention, I sleep shirtless anyways.” I groan and turn around, pulling the shirt over my head. “Can’t you just let us go? We won’t say anything. Seriously. That Johnny guy was a real fucking tool and asleez.” “Did he fuck you?” I whip my head back. “Excuse me?”

Yoongi: I reach for a fur blanket that is draped over chase lounge and toss it to her. “You ask too many questions. Have you ever.. I don’t know.. seen movies where the hostages just stay quiet and be still?” I walk over and hover over her, dropping my voice a few octaves. “You know I could kill you in an instant right?” She doesn’t bat an eye and keeps her focus on me. “But you haven’t yet. So either you are figuring out a way not to or you will find some use of us. So which is it?” I can’t help but lean away and applaud her bravery. “Or I could just be thinking of painful ways to kill you. I don’t know, torture you maybe?”

Taehyung: “Did he fuck you? I mean I can’t really blame him because you are pretty striking.” I smirk at you. “But yes he was someone no one needed to be around because he sure liked to mess around with people. The worst thing to do is play with people’s money.” You quickly stomped towards me. “No I never touched him!” She yelled at me while laying a hand on my chest when I look down at it you jerked it away and returned to your seat on the bed. “How old are you?” I ask you because you look so young. “How does one become a stripper?” I sit next to you on the bed.

Venus: I roll my eyes at your remarks. “If your going to kill me at least don’t make a mess. Torture? That sounds like a playtime to me.” I smile up at you as you loom over me. “Thank you for the blanket but I am hoping I can ether entertain you or I’ll clean your guns.” I suggest hoping that he would show a little mercy.

Vixen: “No. I never touched him!” Taehyung arches his brow and shoots me a doubtful glance. I shifted my gaze elsewhere. “Doesn’t mean he hasn’t tried touching me though,” I whispered. “Well we took care of the bastard so no worries kitten.” He places his hand on my thigh. “I’ll protect you,” he winks playfully, making me scoff. “I didn’t ask for your protection nor did I ask to become your hostage.” He leans against the chair, asking me other questions. “I’m 25. Me and Venus became strippers to make extra cash. Doesn’t mean we are whores.” I watch him rub his chin, curious as to what thoughts ran through his mind. “So the other one is Venus. And you are?” “Vixen.” “No babygirl. Your real name.” I roll my eyes. “I’m not obligated to tell you that.”

Yoongi: I reach down to grab her chin, angling it to look at me. “Torture? Playtime? Ha. Don’t try acting so brave kitty.” I let go and walk back to the counter, placing my polished piece in its case. “You can sleep on the couch. Tomorrow first thing we will decide what to do with you both. Until then, don’t bother me. Don’t try to escape because you won’t make it out alive. Wake me up, and I’ll kill you. Got it?” I watch the girl nod her head. “Good.”

Taehyung: “Don’t be so sassy Brooke.” I pause for dramatic affect as I look up at your face I see your mouth drop open. “How do you have my information?” She asks me while batting her eyelashes. “Oh I can find anything out with my computer skills.” I laugh at you. “Worried?” I raise a eyebrow at you as I watch you nervously look down at my hand.

Venus: My mouth almost lands in a pout as I hear him stating the sleep arrangements. “On a couch? Why can’t I sleep in a extra room?” I ask before watching him lean towards my face. “You sure are mouthy for a stripper. I hope you dance better then you talk because you run that mouth a lot.” I freeze at his words as I look over at you as you start unbuttoning his white button up shirt. I notice his pale milky toned skin as each button falls open.

Vixen: So many thoughts ran through my mind. Just who were these guys? How did Taehyung have time to look up information about us? What will happen to me and Venus? “Let’s get some sleep.” Taehyung’s deep voice pulled me back to reality. “Where am I sleeping?” I ask as I watch him get up and start removing his pants and walking around to the other side of the bed. “Here with me, of course.” I snarl and back away. “In your dreams fuckboy.” He pulls back the duvet and slides in, not affected by the title I gave him. “Would you prefer the floor? Or perhaps the basement?” My eyes widen as I look down at him. “T-The basement? I don’t wanna or shoved in a dark, damp room.” He bursts out laughing, placing his hands behind his head. “Chill princess. We don’t have a basement. Just lay down. I’m tired and don’t feel like playing.” I slouch and start to lay back, defeated. I roll over to my side and face away from him.

Yoongi: I finish working on the last button of my shirt and shrug it off my shoulders. I look up and notice the girl gawking at me. “Hmm? Are you trying to seduce me?” “W-What? I-“ she turns away, an obvious blush plastered on her face. I smirk and drape my shirt over a chair before laying down on the chase lounge. I cross my arms and close my eyes. “Just get some sleep while you can. Tomorrow might be a big day for you. Or maybe it won’t. I will decide later.” I lay there with my eyes shut, listening as she situates herself on the couch, laying down. This one won’t give me trouble. Soon after, I drift off to sleep.

Taehyung: as I watch you turn away from me I silently laugh at myself. “Your bed manners are horrible young lady.” I say as I turn and face your back. “I tend to cuddle when I’m asleep so fair warning. I can almost feel the scowl she is giving the wall right now. “You are a brave one you know?” I take this moment to look at her beautiful curves sprawled out on my bed.

Venus: I pout as I look at the couch. “Sleep on the couch” I mimic his words as I lay down on it. I look up at the ceiling as I begin to think about how my life could really be changing after this. “It’s not like I’d be missed I mean my family disowned me for becoming a stripper. So what can I use against these two for wanting us dead?” I look over and watch the black haired man sleep. “For a killer he really is attractive.” I think to myself before mentally slapping myself for thinking that way.

Vixen: I scoff and cover my chest. A chill ran up my spine as if his eyes were on me. “Just go to sleep.” Minutes pass by and we were both fast asleep.

-2hours later-

I stir awake and notice the digital clock beside his bed. It read 3:18am. Now would be a perfect time to escape, if any. As I went to move my leg, I felt something heavy on my waist. I look down and notice Taehyung’s arm draped around me. ‘SHIT.’ I slowly pick his hand up and place it on his side. I slide out of bed, careful not to make a sound. As soon as I’m out the room, I make my way to the living room. I notice the black haired mad asleep nearby. I creep up to Venus and put my hand over her mouth. Her eyes pop open and she went to scream but stopped when she saw me. “Shh. We have to get out of here.” She mods and we get up to walk towards the garage door when a loud bang stops us in our tracks.

Yoongi: Faint stirring noises cause me to wake up. Before I could tell the annoying noise maker to shut the fuck up, I notice the girls trying to escape from my leaking eyes. I sit up slowly, sighing mentally at the burden of these two. I reach over and grab a hand held from the side table and fire a warning shot towards the ceiling that was sure enough to wake Taehyung. I reach over and turn the lamp on as they turn around, frightened faces painted on. “And just where the fuck are you two sneaking off too?”

Taehyung: The loud gunshot wakes me up and I jolt up out of bed noticing the girl is missing I grab my knife from the bedside table running out my bedroom I see Yoongi holding the gun. “What’s happening? Who is it I’m killing!” I say as I struggle to fully open my eyes.

When my eyes fully open I spot the two girls wide eyed looking from Yoongi to me. “Aish! You girls are digging your own graves! If you think for a second we would let you walk out of here you are mistaken!” I say angrily as I walk up and grab the arm of Vixen and pull her towards me as I hold the knife with the other hand. “Listen plaything don’t force us to act blindly and you may survive this place. Yoongi does not like trouble.” I stare down at her before pulling you back into my room. “Go to fucking sleep!” I let you go and watch you get into the bed.

Venus: I watch Vixen get threatened and it makes me understand we need to listen to them because acting out will get us killed for sure. I slowly walk over to where Yoongi is sitting and I slowly sit beside him. “I am sorry but if you were in my situation would you not try to escape from here?” I say in a low voice trying not to stare at your eyes because I can feel how angry you are. “I won’t try again if it means I can live.”

Vixen: Taehyung pushes me back in the room and I whine. “Why won’t you just let us go? It’s not like we liked the guy. We won’t go get justice for him. I swear to you I-“ my words are cut off when Taehyung paces over and traps me under him on the bed. “You Talk WAY too much,” he says in a deep, raspy voice. “Now will you be a good girl and go to sleep? Or…” he trails the back of his fingers along my cheek. “Do I need to make you tired?”

Yoongi: My elbows are propped on my knees as I punch the bridge of my nose, letting out a deep sigh. I scratch the side of my head with the barrel before placing it back on the side table. “What did I say about waking me up?!” I yelled and noticed the red head flinch. She apologizes quietly. “I won’t try anything if that means I can live.” Something about the innocence this girl vibe gives off, makes me regret my harsh tones. I lift my hand and she cowers away a few centimeters. I place my palm on her head, slowly ruffling her hair. “We don’t kill the innocent. Just… get some rest for now.”

-N

Taehyung: I enjoyed the way she stared up at me a little to much. I slowly sink down closer to her lips. “What you say kitten? Are you wanting me to make you sleep? I am rather good with my mouth so I bet you will be such a good girl and make that mouth do something else besides talk.” I whisper right over your lips I could hear a soft gasp from you.

Venus: I admit his touch had a calming feeling to it. So I decided to lay on the same couch as him. “Can I just sleep here? I don’t wanna move.” I say as I lay down with my head on the other end of the couch. “Thanks for not killing me yet.” I say almost as a joke and realize how bad it sounded and I mentally slap myself. “Wow real smooth!” I say to myself.

Vixen: ‘This is wrong,’ I tell myself. He inches closer to me and I feel frozen in place. His half lidded eyes, his plump lips, his sharp jawline.. he was mesmerizing. And yet, he was also my kidnapper and a murder. I blinked out of his trance and push him off of me. “I-I will just sleep..” I crawl back to the side of the bed and bring the blanket over me, trying to hide my blush. “Good night!” The last thing I hear is a deep chuckle and the click of the lamp light before falling asleep.

Yoongi: “You’re a weird girl. You know that?” I couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle and lean my back against the couch. I watch as you lay down, wrapping your limbs around yourself. I sigh, getting up to walk to the other couch and grabbing a blanket. I drape it over your body and sit back down. Your soft purrs told me you were already asleep, so I decided to relax.

-N

Taehyung: I lay back into the pillow and begin to fall back asleep as I lay there watching the fan turn.

-the alarm clock goes off at 8:30.-

I turn to reach for the alarm clock and turn it off once I turn it off I turn and look at you as you slowly begin to stir around the bed. “Ahh your still sleepy? Well who was the one that had us all up at 3am this morning!” I say with a bright smile and ruffle my hair.

Venus: I feel the blanket lay over me but I am to sleepy to react. I begin dreaming of the black haired man in the shower slowly washing his body. I accidentally let out little whimpers under my breath as I sleep soundly so close to you.

Vixen: I groan at his loud voice and swat the air beside me. “Sleep..” I whine. I hear a deep chuckle. “Fine. Let’s go back to sleep then.” He lays down and pulls my back against his chest, spooning me. “Mmm.. your warm kitten,” he whispers in my ear. My eyes shoot open and move quickly. I sit up and smooth down the stray strands of hair on my head. “No it’s fine! I’m awake!”

Yoongi: I walk out of the kitchen, drinking a coffee and holding a newspaper. Sleep never returned to me after the girls woke me, so I decided to keep busy. I showered, shaved, got dressed, had a smoke, and made coffee. I sit in the leather chair across from the sleeping girl and open the newspaper. I sit down my coffee and ruffle the papers. I clear my throat and hear the girl stir awake. “Get up. No time to be sleeping all day.”

-N

Taehyung: I laugh at your reaction. “Ahh that worked on you. You don’t like to be touched do you?” I watch you straighten the wild hairs sticking up on your head. I hear your stomach growl. “Someone is hungry yes?” I stand up and adjust my sweats on my hips. “Come.” I say as I walk to the door and open it I see her still standing there as if she is waiting for me to say please. “I mean I could let you go without food or you can come on and eat…..Please.” I say but ending the please on a whisper.

Venus: The rustle of the newspaper wakes me up and I sit up on my elbows as I see the man across from me. “Well if you must know I’m use to sleeping all day because I work all night. My sleep schedule is off right now.” I say as I hear you sipping on the coffee. “Is that coffee? May I go get some?” I ask permission so I do not get in trouble again. I sit up and put my hair into a loose bun on top of my head.

Vixen: His arrogant addittude rubbed me the wrong way. What is it with this guy? Sure he is tall and handsome, and his voice could melt a tub of ice cream in seconds… what was my point? Ah! But he is a flirtatious prick. “I don’t mind being touched.. just not by you!” Embarrassment creeps over my features as my stomach rumbles loudly, causing him to laugh. As soon as the bedroom door opened, I ran out of the room. I had to get away from this guy, his presence suffocates me.

Yoongi: I lower the papers and look up at the girl over my coffee mug. “You know, for someone who isn’t a morning person you sure do say a lot.” I fold the newspaper and plop it on the side table before standing. “Come.” I walk out of the room, headed towards the kitchen and hearing shuffled steps behind me. I sit on the stool by the counter and point towards the coffee pot. “Make me some food.” I watch as the other female and Taehyung walk in. “Hey. You too! I’m starving.”

-N

Taehyung: We teach the kitchen and I sit down next to Yoongi as he sips his coffee. “How was your night? I noticed you slept on the sofa and not your bed. Your gentleman like.” I laugh at him expecting him to hit me. I turn my face towards Vixen. “Yeah you two should cook for us. Show us your talents.” I raise a eyebrow at you both.

Venus: I begin looking through the pantry to find something to cook as I hear footsteps coming towards us I see Vixen and I reach out to her for a hug. “I am glad your okay.” I say under my breath as she stands up and nods. “Let’s cook because honestly I don’t think these two even know how.”

Vixen: I huddle next to you and help search through the cabinets. “Honestly.. these two better hope I just don’t poison them.” “What was that kitten?” Taehyung asks. I turn around and show off a smile. “Nothing sir. How about pancakes and bacon?” I hold up a box of pancake mix, shaking it. Taehyung playfully holds his chest. “Calling me sir and making my favorite breakfast food? Aish.. yoongi I’m in love.” I roll my eyes and look back at you. “Let’s find some bowls and utensils.

Yoongi: getting bored from vixen and Taehyung’s flirty atmosphere, I turn my gaze to the small television on the counter. I turn it on and flip to the news channel.

“I am coming to you live at The Lagoon with Manager Kim Namjoon. Sir can you tell us what happened?”

NJ: “Yes maam. Two of my girls went missing along with a male coworker. There was a small sign of struggle in one of the private rooms and I’m lead to believe he took them. His name is Johnny Stag.”

“If anyone knows the whereabouts of these people please let us know.”

I chuckle and turn off the television. Well, looks like Johnny is a kidnapper. I sip my coffee and look st Taehyung.

Taehyung: I laugh along with Yoongi. “Well girls looks like they are chasing a dead man.” I smile as if they are suppose to laugh at my joke. “So Yoongi I think I wanna keep Vixen alive for a bit longer.” I wink at you across the kitchen as you start mixing the batter up. She watches Venus walking behind Yoongi and snaps her head back to me. “Listen if you two are going to kill us get it over with! I do not take kindly to threats and I really don’t wanna be cooking you breakfast if you plan on killing us after.” She says with a serious tone. “Hmm. I actually do not want to see you harmed so I am keeping you alive. While protecting myself and Yoongi.”

Venus: I listen to our old bosses words and nearly feel sick listening to it as panic runs through my body I turn to Vixen then to Yoongi. “I need to use the restroom Yoongi will you please show me where it is?” I say as I try to calm myself down. “This means they are chasing the wrong person. We will never be found. What if these guys really do kill us?” I start asking myself as you stand up with a scoff and start walking into the hallway.

I almost run Yoongi over when he points to the door. I quickly wash my face to collect myself but I was scared senseless as I have never been put in this situation before. I sit back on to the bathtub and take a minute but before I can wipe the tears away Yoongi opens the door. “Yah! Can a girl get some alone time?!” I yell trying to sound serious as he takes a step towards me with his head eye level and wipes away a tear that has made its way down my face.

Vixen: I watch as the two walk off down the hallway and sigh. I felt bad for Venus. Maybe I was better at holding in my emotion than she was? I just don’t want her up. “Need help?” I jump at the words that sounded right by my ear. I spin around and almost lose my footing. Then Taehyung grabs my waist and keeps me upright. “Be careful. I just saw you spacing. Was wondering if you wanted some help? I’ve always wanted to try making pancakes.”

Yoongi: My brow furrows as I whipe the girls face. Why was I doing this? Do I.. feel sorry for her? I remove my hand and stand up straight, clearing my throat and putting my hands in my pockets. “Well.. uh.. don’t cry. We won’t hurt you, okay? Taehyung and I need to figure out a plan for this whole situation, but we won’t kill you. Unless you cross us, that is.”

-N

Taehyung: I grab the whisk from her hand and begin stirring it like she was doing. “Is this correct? I’m not really the best at cooking.” I look over at you with your hand on your hip. “Go slower your making a mess.” She says with a wide grin. “Ah you should smile like that more often!” I say in a flirty tone as she turns to look for a griddle.

Venus: I oddly felt like he was telling the truth as he turned to walk back towards the kitchen I wipe my eyes and begin following him as I turn the corner of the kitchen I spot Taehyung leaning in and putting batter on your nose. “Is he flirting this hard?” I ask myself as he spots Yoongi he straightens himself a bit.

Vixen: I giggle when he dots a small dollop of batter on my nose, gently pushing him away playfully. My posture and facial features return to their unbothered stance as I watch Venus and Yoongi return into the room. I clear my throat and wipe my face, turning around to grab the bacon from the fridge. “You can just unwrap the bacon,” I order Taehyung and he hands me the bowl of pancake mixture.

Yoongi: I sit back in my spot, patting the other stool for Venus to join me. Breakfast was done in a matter of minutes and I couldn’t help but glance at Taehyung. He was flirting way too much for someone just taking hostages. I pushed my worried thoughts aside and finished my meal. “Alright.. so I think we need to address our plans. I don’t think it’s wise to keep you any longer but how do we know that we can trust you both?”

-N

Taehyung: I almost frown at Yoongi’s words because I know this means they may leave. “Okay but we can’t just let them run off and tell people our business Yoongi. They saw what happened and know the police think Johnny did it.” I say while watching Yoongi closely.

Venus: I turn to Vixen as if asking her what can we propose in this situation. “Well I mean we could tell the police that Johnny took us and we escaped? We do not know where he is?” I say as a idea out loud. I look up and make eye contact with Yoongi. “That’s not really a convincing story.” He says while drinking his coffee.

Vixen: I get up and take my plate to the sink. My hands rest on the countertops and I let out a loud sigh. “What do you propose we do then?” I turn around and cross my arms over my chest. “Hmm? We have a shift tonight. We have bills to pay. So something needs to be planned soon.”

Yoongi: I slam my coffee cup on the counter. “Oh yeah princess? What do you suggest?” I watch as both of their faces fall, at a loss of words. “If it’s money you need, we have it. But if we go along with the ‘you escaped johnny’ method, then we need to get a story straight.”

-N

Taehyung: I watch you state your peace. “Okay okay! What about this then. We let you two work tonight and you come back here as a precaution until this whole mess blows over.” I say as I look at each of you. “Now as for the Johnny thing you will say that he took you both and threatened to kill you both. He tied you up in a factory downtown and you managed to escape but are unsure of his whereabouts.” I smile because this is a fool proof plan.

Venus: I listen to the other male speak about his plans. Once he is finished I look at Vixen. “Can we go speak about this privately please?” I say grabbing your hand and pulling you too the living room. “What you think? Can we trust them?”

Vixen: You drag me to a nearby room and shut the door, letting go of my hand. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. “Honestly, do we have another choice? Taehyung is smart. He is tech savvy and knows everything about us. He knows where we live, when we work, everything!” I place my hands on my hips and think. “I think we have to do this V. It’s the only option we have. Not to mention, Joon and the guys must be worried.”

Yoongi: I chuckle and lean back in my chair. “What’s so funny?” Taehyung asks. I twist my chair to face him and raise a brow. “You look really comfy with the feisty one. What’s your game?” He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “You’re one to talk. I saw the worried look you had on your face with that Venus girl. Who knew red heads were your type?” He chuckles and I click my tongue in annoyance. “Whatever. Do you think they can be trusted?”

-N

Taehyung: I put my fingers under my chin and begin to think for a minute. “Well I can easily fix it up to where we can always find them. I have my ways. Plus this will keep the feds off us for a while anyways.” I say to Yoongi as he nods at me. “Well I guess this is the plan then. We need to threaten them tho. Or maybe we will visit this club tonight.” I watch him smirk as he looks at me. “Yes!” I scream out.

Venus: “your right. This has got to be the only way to be able to have some freedom.” I say as we walk back towards the kitchen. “Okay so we have a deal. But we work late so you both should be prepared for our late arrivals.” I smile as I look over and see Taehyung he points at Vixen. “Don’t bring anyone here or I will kill them in front of you.” He says coldly.

Vixen: I cross my arms and roll my eyes. “Why would I bring anyone here? Then they would have to see your ugly face.” I stick out my tongue and face Venus. “Our shift starts at 7. What will we do until then? Shouldn’t we show up there early? I’d like a shower but I want them to also believe our story.”

Yoongi: I watch as the two perform their spat in front of me, finding it amusing. “Ok children.” I sigh. “Listen you too. This plan is for your safety and ours. You follow our rules and we won’t have to kill you. Simple.” Taehyung butts in. “What he means is, we will protect you as long as you protect us. Got it?”

-N

Taehyung: “Yeah a shower is a must because no one likes a smelly stripper right?” I laugh at myself so hard I slide off the stool I am sitting on. “Ya! Don’t laugh at me!” I lightly hit Yoongi as he laughs at me and everyone else joins in. “Well how rude! I will be back in a few minutes I will call the Store and have the best lingerie ordered for you both. Favorite colors?”

Venus: I laugh so hard at the male trying to make fun of Vixen so hard I slap the counter and realize I hit Yoongi. I quickly straighten myself up and smirk at him. “I love reds and blacks the most.” I say as Taehyung stares at Vixen. “Do y’all need a room?” I say outloud making Yoongi spit his coffee over the counter. “She has jokes too?” He says after wiping his lips.

Vixen: “YAH! Hush it!” I pinch your arm and pout. “I like purples and blacks. Sometimes blues. Depends on my mood.” He nods and walks out the room. I look at yoongi and lean against the counter. “How exactly do we explain to Namjoon that we showed up showered and in new lingerie hmm? I figure you’re the brains behind this.”

Yoongi: “You would be correct Vixen. My bro just likes to jump in the action before thinking. You will call Namjoon and tell him that you both are safe. You will then proceed to tell him you’ll show up to work, that it’s no big deal. Never mention me or Taehyung. If anyone asks where you will stay, you say a relative. If they ask to hang out after work hours, you decline. If anyone so happens to see us or mention us, you say that we are your boyfriends. Got it?” Venus’ eyes go wide. “B-boyfriends?” “Yes. That way, we have an alibi to why we know you. Also if trouble comes around, they should know not to mess with what’s ours.” I watch as Taehyung comes back in the room. We silently nod to each other as a secret communication.

-N

Taehyung: I walk up to the counter “Both of your new clothing will be here soon. And don’t worry princess I got you something extra special.” I wink at you and turn to Yoongi. “Are you girls ready to shower? Cause the big boys need to talk here.” I say.

Venus: I nod at Yoongi as we walk towards the table. “Where is the shower? I pop my hand on my hip slightly pulling up the white T-shirt slightly up over my thighs and I watch Yoongis eyes stare down at them. “Vixen and I need to get ready anyways. So we will shower. Our make up is at work so we need to be there about 30 minutes early.” I say as Yoongi gets up and walks up to me. “Chatterbox the bathroom you both can use is in my room.” He stands there and pulls my shirt down over my legs.

Vixen: I roll my eyes at Taehyung’s comment, trying to ignore him the best I can. My arm wraps around yours as yoongi takes us away towards the bathroom. I notice Taehyung’s eyes on my backside but choose to ignore.

Yoongi: “here is the bathroom. Towels are in the cabinet. I don’t have girly soaps and shampoos so just use mine for now. We will stock what you need later. I’ll lay some sweats and t shirts on my bed for you to put on before your outfits arrive. DO NOT touch any of my shit.” I close the door and head back to the kitchen, trying not to think too much of Venus’ shameless move earlier. “Alright Taehyung. Did you set the trackers to their phone like we planned?”

-N

Taehyung: “I will go do that right now. I am going to sneak in tonight and plant some cameras tonight at the club so they can be watched.” I say as I hear the door bell ring we walk to the door as the man stands there with bags in his hand. He has the look of awe when I open the door and he gets a look inside. “Thank you now leave.” I say as I hand him a tip he bows and leaves. “Take these to the girls and I will go to the office and begin plating the devices.” I smile and begin up the stairs where I have the belongings of the girls. I begin fixing them up with devices in the phones and creating panic bracelets. “ They may complain about having these but at least they are pretty. I make Venus one with a moon pendent hanging from it. I create a purple heart for Vixen with a few diamond stars hanging from it.

Venus: We enter the giant white and gold bathroom. “Jesus this is huge! I would ask what these guys do but we both know.” I begin to strip down until I am naked. “So these guys seem like they are taking a risk on us leaving so we may wanna act right because I would ike to continue living for a while. But can we address that they both are really hot in a I wanna snap your neck kinda way? Does Taehyung hit on you? because Yoongi hasn’t made a pass but man does he stare and seem to worry now.” I ask Vixen as she steps in behind me in the shower. “For all we know they could be watching us right now.”

Vixen: I laugh at your words, rubbing my body as I get under the water. “Let then watch! Perverts!” I stick my tongue out at the possible sight of a camera. We both giggle and I take some men’s body wash. “At least this smells good. But yeah, they are hot. That Taehyung guy is an airhead though. He really knows how to get me worked up.” I make a mean face, causing you to giggle. “Hey! Why are you laughing? I saw you make goo goo eyes at the shorter one.” I nudge your arm playfully. “Who knew you liked the arrogant boss type.”

Yoongi: I watch Taehyung skip off to work on his techy shit, causing me to groan. “I swear I told him to do that shit earlier. He never listens.” I take the bag off the counter and look around. My cuiousity gets to the best of me and I pull out a black and red laced bra. I felt my cheeks heating up at the flashy piece before dropping it in the bag and clearing my throat. “They had to be strippers… just had to be.”

-N

Taehyung: I finish my work and change into a suit. I walk down stairs and find Yoongi standing at the door of his room. “Yoongi, what are you doing?” He jumps and gives me a look. “Well I was going to take these in my room but I do not know if they are done or not.” He says and I walk up opening the door as I hear them Giggling in the shower I can’t help but smile. “Yeah they seem to be having a ball in there. Should we listen?” I say before creping forward but I watch Yoongi not move a bit. “Childish! I am leaving.” He goes to walk out when he hears Venus mention him.

Venus: I laugh at you. “Well I mean he is pretty sexy I just do not know how to talk with him because he is hard to read you know. I have never been so attracted to a silent type but he is special. But I mean why are we calling them hot? they pistol whipped us in the head and dragged us here.” I say as I rinse my hair out and step to the side as I let you under the water. “I guess we are alive so we need to be grateful.” I step out and grab a towel and wrap around my body and hair.

Vixen: We finish showering and wrap towels around our bodies. “Yeah I know what you mean. And on top of that, we will have to live with them. Uhh. Are we pets?” We open the door and yelp. Taehyung stands there In a suit, shaking the bag. He holds the strings up by his fingers and smirks. “Having gossip talk in the shower and I wasn’t invited?” I march over and take the bag, pushing him out the door. “Creep!” I slam it in his face.

Yoongi: I lean against the wall in the hallway beside my bedroom door. Taehyung gets thrown out and the door slams. “You should have just left the bag there and left.” Taehyung chuckles and buttongs his blazer. “I thought you said it was childish but here you are listening to the gossip.” He raises a brow and I kick off the wall and walk off. “Whatever. Let’s just round up some gear just in case. We need to drop them off near the club.”

Taehyung: I laugh at Yoongi’s subject change as he walks off into the living room and pulls a bookshelf down revealing a secret cabinet with high tech cameras and guns inside. “I will get what I need as far as security goes. I want to link in on the security system at the club as well.” I say to Yoongi as he nods and begins to grab him a gun. “I hope you are not going like that because we are suppose to look rich and high class not like a bum.

Venus: I laugh at Vixen throwing Taehyung out. “These guys are sure to drive us crazy I swear. Let’s see if your guy has any taste whatsoever.” I walk over to the bags and see that one says my name and the other says yours I reach in and pull a lace and mesh bra and panty set that is red and black with a leather harness that reaches from my neck to each thigh with some red lace heels that have ribbons tying around the ankles. “Wow! He does have taste!” I say in awe. “What did you get?”

Vixen: I roll my eyes and look at your outfit. “Not bad, but I doubt he got something I would like.” I rummage through the bag and my eyes widen. It was a black and purple laced set. There were small purple bows on the straps and black silk straps that connected my panties to my stockings. “Hmm.. not bad at all.” You turn the bag over and a mesh bag falls out. “Look Vix. There is something else here. The tag has your name on it. Oh yeah! He said he got you a little something special.” You nudge me with a cheeky grin. “Open it up.” I sit on the bed and pull the strings, opening the bag. It was a purple laced collar with the word “kitten” embroidered on it with black thread. A small bell and tag hung on it. The tag was silver with a letter “T” infrared on it. “I swear.. I’m gonna kill him.”

Yoongi: I look at Taehyung and click my tongue. “No shit Sherlock. The girls are getting dressed so I have to wait until they are finished. Do I ever leave this house looking like a bum? And wipe that shit eating grin off your face. What do you have up your sleeve?” I check the gun carterage and cock it, laying it down on the counter before shutting the cabinet. “Oh. You will see. Let’s just say Brooke will probably be fuming at the little surprise I got her.” He sits and rests his chin on his palm sighing. “She is gonna look so cute collared.” I raise my brow and chuckle, shaking my head. “You’re really asking for it, ya know.”

We are currently working on part 2 of this Fanfic roleplay.

~Foxy&Noona

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