#need him to scare me so badly that i’d rather suck his cock than anything else

[slutsufferings]

i’d do just about anything for my owner to corrupt me and casually treat me like a stupid fuck doll in public for his entertainment, i can’t wait for him to put a joint out on my ass after the tattoo heals up. and i especially can’t wait to cover him in kisses every time he makes me flinch.

[ahsbitch]

The Grey-Outpost!Michael Langdon x Reader

Word Count: 5143

Summary: So I got this message for my prompts and it was supposed to just be a blurb like the others but it was already getting way too long and then I realized it would fit really well with a oneshot idea I had a month or two ago sooo here we are

Warnings: so many, nsfw, smut, virginity loss, first time, first orgasm, actually first three lmao, fingering, choking, Mean!Michael, slapping, overstimulation, emotional manipulation, brief blowjob, unprotected sex, breeding kink, a little bit of corset kink, some cockwarming bc it’s me, very Sub!Reader, also overly nice reader which probably doesn’t need a warning but I’m putting it anyway, , mentions of violence, some waxing poetic bc again that’s just me, floor licking, some?underwear stuff? Idk man, did I mention swearing bc that’s here too, idk, that’s all I can think of but my brain is not entirely focused so if I missed something I’m sorry

A/N: I’m sorry I’m like this but I hope it’s okay. Comments are always appreciated! Even just in the tags of a reblog! Or a message! Or anything! Hearing your reactions makes me feel so good!

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(i actually don’t remember if all of you asked to be tagged in stuff or not so if you didn’t i’m really sorry i just thought i’d put a few people, if you want me to...Not tag you in stuff that’s totally cool and i totally get it just let me know, if you do want me to tag you in stuff also let me know on that front) 

You confused Michael Langdon. 

It wasn’t intentional, he was sure, but he was not used to being confused by the behavior of humans.

You also annoyed him, although that was less surprising. 

Most people annoyed him. 

But you annoyed him for the same reason that you confused him, and that just made him all the more confused and annoyed and annoyed and confused. 

How the hell were you so nice? 

You treated everyone who crossed your path with such kindness, even though most of them treated you like you were dog shit on the bottom of their shoe. And you simply...smiled? Nodded? Did as they said, if they gave an order, or ignored them if it was just words. 

He had never even seen you complain about your servant status, never seen you look at the drab grey of your dress with even an ounce of disdain. 

He’d taken to reading your thoughts, even more than he did with the others, trying to find the cruelty hidden inside you. 

Once, one of the Purples whose name Michael hadn’t bothered to learn had walked into a ladder that you were standing on for some job or another, and you had fallen to the ground, landing hard on your back. The Purple had cursed at you for getting in his way, and you apologized instantly. 

What an asshole, You had thought, and Michael had started to get excited, but a moment later you had shaken your head at yourself, and your thoughts continued, No, Y/N, don’t be unfair. They live a different type of life here. It’s not his fault that he sees me like this at this point, he’s practically been indoctrinated.

What utter bullshit that was, and yet you’d seemed completely contented with that thought, climbing back onto the ladder to finish your task. 

Another time he had walked in on you being beaten while Venable watching, smirking. He had simply stared for a while, watching the way you took your blows. 

“What’s going on?” Michael had asked, blood boiling at Venable’s smug expression. 

“A reminder. She’s been a bit slow in her work lately. Distracted, I think, with your proposal of paradise. She needed to remember her place.” 

He had nodded, turning back to observe you, listening for your reaction to those words. 

I haven’t been slower, though. She’s just been angrier. Poor Ms. Venable, she must be scared. I wish she wouldn’t take it out on me, Your stream of thought had paused as you let out a cry of pain, But I hope that she’ll find some type of peace. 

In interviews, Michael had started to ask about you. 

“She’s nice,” Gallant had said rather dismissively, “That’s about it. Not memorable. I don’t think anyone would miss her.” 

“She helps everyone finish their work, even though she has her own,” Another Grey had said, tilting his head to the side in thought, “I saw her take a beating in Mallory’s place once for a broken lamp. I don’t think that’s the only time she’s done that, either. She’s a little too sweet, almost. It can’t be real, can it?”

That was Michael’s thought too, but you were that sweet, or so it seemed. 

He’d begun instructing everyone during their interviews to either completely ignore you or be cruel to you, to treat you with extra disdain, to not bother with respect. He’d told Purples and Greys alike, had watched out to see them following his orders. They were doing it, and you were slowly becoming more and more alone,and yet you never so much as thought anything cruel in return. From time to time, a nasty thought would pop into your head, but you always brushed it away almost instantly, scolding yourself into something overly forgiving of their behavior. Still, you were lonelier than ever, and that meant that it would be all the easier to draw you to him. 

Your interview was the last one that was scheduled, and with every moment that led up to it he found himself getting more and more ready to break you down, and every time he thought of that he found his cock getting harder and harder. 

He was going to ruin you, in more ways than one. 

And then the interview had started, you sitting in your chair with your hands folded neatly in your lap, steadfastly avoiding eye contact with him, a polite smile on your face, and something had snapped deep inside him. 

He wasn’t sure what did it. Maybe it was your answer to why you should be taken to the Sanctuary. 

“I don’t know that I should,” You’d said simply, your damned respectful smile never wavering, “I mean, it would be nice. But I’m not particularly special, right? And if the Sanctuary is meant to be people carrying on the human race, shouldn’t it be the people who are going to make the biggest difference? I know you said that what I thought i was weakness could be my saving, and I get that, I just don’t know if I have any particular weaknesses or any particular saving graces. If you need someone to wash floors or cook in the Sanctuary, then yeah, I’m pretty good at those things. You might want me. But I don’t know that I have any particular talents or powers that would make me more useful than anyone else.” 

Maybe it was what you had said when he’d asked about your anger, about whether or not you would get revenge on any of the others for the way they’d treated you, if you got the chance.

You shrugged, taking a few moments to think about your answer before you spoke, “No. I don’t blame them for it, not really. The world ended. The fact that any of us are alive is strange enough as it is. Them being cruel is probably more of a defense mechanism than anything else. I wish they wouldn’t use me for their anger, or their disdain, or their sadness, I kinda wish they’d just leave me alone sometimes, but I wouldn’t want to get revenge even if I got the chance. I don’t think they deserve to be treated badly, even if they’ve treated me badly.” 

But most likely, it had been your answer when he’d asked what exactly you were thinking about right in that moment. 

“The end of the world, Mr. Langdon, sir,” Your smile finally dropped for just a moment, your embarrassment evident, “And your eyes. They’re very beautiful. I was thinking that heaven probably isn’t real, but if it is, it probably looks something like your eyes. But of course it’s much more likely that hell is real, based on recent events, in which case it probably looks something like the world we live in right now.” 

Michael had stood, instructing you to do the same, and within moments his lips were on yours. 

Yes, he was going to ruin you in every way possible. 

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This was so totally not how you had planned for your interview to go. 

Was it how Langdon had planned for it to go? Maybe. You wondered vacantly if this had happened with all of his other interviews, if all of them had found themselves lying on the floor, pinned underneath him, feeling him hungrily devouring their mouths in perhaps the best kiss that anyone had ever experienced. 

He trailed kisses down to your throat, hot, open mouthed, that you felt even though they were over the high collar of your dress, and he bit down hard, sucking harshly through the fabric. 

“Fuck!” You groaned out, feeling your skin go hot with embarrassment over the noises you were making. 

“Don’t hold back, pet,” He moved his mouth to your ear, kissing the spot just behind your earlobe as he murmured, “You make the most delightful little noises.” 

This served only to embarrass you more, and you chewed on the inside of your cheek to try and hide the moans that threatened to spill from you. 

Langdon’s hand made its way to your neck, squeezing at it as he pulled your head up closer to his, and you let out a pained whine at the pressure his palm put onto the sore spot he had just left on your throat, “Did you not hear me? Don’t hold back. I expect you to follow my orders. I’d think you’d be used to that by now.” 

“I’m sorry, sir,” You let out a strangled cry, and with a sharp smile he finally released you, letting your head drop back against the floor. 

“Next time you don’t listen to me, you will be,” He chuckled at your terrified expression, but after a moment he froze, raising a curious eyebrow at you, “What are you thinking about right now?” 

You weren’t naive enough to think that he actually cared about how you were feeling, but you answered anyway, scared of what may happen if you didn’t, “Honestly? I’m trying to decide if I’m more likely to be murdered by you or by Ms. Venable.” 

Langdon laughed again, moving off of you and leaning against the wall. He looked oddly comfortable like that, although you wouldn’t be surprised if his outfit cost more than the entire Outpost, and with a wolfish grin he patted his lap gently. 

You frowned, unsure of what that meant, but Langdon simply rolled his eyes and wrapped a hand around your wrist, tugging you into his lap. 

This was… odd.

After a moment, he gripped both of your wrists, raising your arms up and placing them on his shoulders, and you locked your fingers around the back of his neck, staring dumbly at him as you did so. 

His legs extended straight out, but he held you steady in his lap, arm wrapped your hips, your own legs perpendicular to his. 

This was very odd. 

“Now tell me,” It was interesting, the way Langdon’s words sounded more like a purr, “Why do you think that I would kill you?” 

Shyly you dropped your gaze, but then his hand was under your chin, lifting until you looked him in the eye, and you shrugged, “I mean… you said you would. It was like the first thing you told me when I came in. That if I lied or hedged or anything like that you’d...y’know...obliterate me.” 

“And have you lied to me?” His voice was sharp now, his eyes dangerous, although something playful still danced around the edges of his lips. 

“No!” You flinched, prepared for him to hit you even though he made no movement to do so, and after a minute, after you’d realized that no strike was coming, you blinked at him, “I, uh, no, sir. But you’re, well, forgive me for saying so, Mr. Langdon, but you’re very intimidating.” 

He was frowning now, just a little, and you probably wouldn’t have even noticed if you hadn’t been so fascinated by his mouth, “I’m glad you find me intimidating. I’d be a bit concerned for your sanity if you didn’t. But I have no plans at the moment to kill you, and as long as you keep telling me the truth like this, I doubt it’ll arise. Now, why would Venable kill you?” 

“She’s strict about her rules,” You felt your face heating up again, “No sexual contact of any kind. And we, y’know, we kissed. If she finds out, well, she’d even kill a Purple for breaking the rules so explicitly like that. She’d kill a Grey for a lot less.” 

“And we’ll be doing a lot more,” Langdon’s smooth voice echoed in your ears, and you shivered slightly at the insinuation, “Venable will not touch you.”

“Why not?” Your curiosity got the better of you, and you asked before you could think about the fact that it was probably a bad idea. 

Luckily, Langdon did nothing more than chuckle at you again, shifting slightly underneath you, “Because if anyone here is going to harm you, pet, it’s going to be me.” 

For some reason, his words made you clench your thighs, and you swallowed to avoid letting out a whine. 

“Yes sir,” You said softly, and then, when he’d started pressing kisses along your jaw, “There’s one more thing.” 

“And what would that be?” 

Clearing your throat, you fought to keep holding eye contact with him, “I don’t, I mean, I don’t want to be one of those people who fucks someone to get something. I don’t want to sleep with you just in hopes of going to the Sanctuary, especially because you could easily say you’re going to take me until after we’re done and then tell me you’ve changed your mind or something. I don’t want that. I’d rather you just... tell me the truth now.” 

“Alright,” Sighing, Langdon straightened up a little, shifting beneath you again so that you suddenly became aware of his erection pressing into you, “You’re not going to the Sanctuary, Y/N. Not even if we fuck. And we are going to fuck, you understand that, right?” 

“Yes sir,” You felt your gaze drop to his lips once more, “I understand. The Sanctuary thing and the fucking thing. May I please kiss you again?” 

“Not only may you do so, but I insist that you do,” His voice was cold now, but one look into his eyes showed you that he was pleased about this, and you frantically brought your mouth to his. 

Langdon slammed you back to the ground, and your head cracked loudly against the marble floor, making you feel a bit dizzy, and then his fingers found their way between the buttons of your dress and he pulled sharply, ripping it in half, and that made you feel even dizzier.

Holy fuck, how strong was he? 

“Lovely,” He murmured, his mouth running over your collarbones and up the curves of your neck, sucking dark bruises onto your skin as he went, “Don’t forget what I told you. I want to hear every single one of your sounds, understood?”

“Yes sir,” Your hands made their way to his hair almost of their own accord as he continued on, mouth drifting down to swirl over your covered nipples. 

“Turn around,” Langdon commanded, and he hummed his approval when you followed his instructions in merely a moment, kneeling before him but facing the wall. 

His long fingers made their way to the ties of your corset, beginning to work on the knot, and he frowned, “This is tied very tightly, pet. Doesn’t it hurt?” 

“I had Mallory tie it extra tightly for me, so I would have something to focus on other than my nerves for the interview,” You let out a hiss of relief as the corset came untied, “It wouldn’t hurt much, but you’re supposed to wear something under a corset, and Ms. Venable doesn’t give the Greys anything to wear under our corsets because she says our comfort isn’t a priority. So it kinda digs into my-ow, fuck, my skin.”

Your cry of distress had come when Langdon’s hands had pressed hard into the red marks that marred your back from your corset. 

“It really has done a number on you,” He helped you unclasp the front of your corset and slip it off, before bringing his hands to your hips, “Get on all fours.” 

You did as he said, unsure of why exactly he was asking you to do so, but you understood a moment later when the wet warmth of his tongue began to stroke along your spine. He licked along each mark that had been left behind, leaving a trail of coolness to follow, and although it stung with each moment of contact, it left some relief as he went. You mewled at the feeling, back arching towards him, desperate for more. 

“Feel better?” He purred, now drawing his nose around your spine.

“Yes,” You sighed pleasantly, “Thank-fuck!”

Langdon had shifted his arms so that one ran under your stomach, holding you in place, and with the other he brought his palm down on your back with all his strength. 

Tears were starting to spill from your eyes, leaving a puddle on the floor as he struck you four more times in quick, painful succession. 

“Aw, does it hurt, pet?” He was cooing at you, voice light and mocking, “Look at you. You’ve made a mess on my floor. Clean that up for me, yes?” 

Unsure of what that meant, you tried to look back at him to ask, but Langdon wrapped his hand around your neck and forced your head to the floor, his entire body pressed against yours, “Clean it up.” 

Hesitantly, you reached your tongue out to the floor, scooping the salty moisture up carefully. The pressure on your throat lightened up so that you could breathe more easily, but he didn’t remove his hand, and you frantically licked the rest of your tears off of the floor. 

Letting you sit up, he smirked at your shy smile, examining the floor carefully before praising you, “Wonderful job, pet. But it appears that the mess on the floor isn’t your only one. You seem to have made quite a mess down here as well.”

With that his hand cupped your pussy over your panties, which had become thoroughly soaked through. He pulled them down slowly, a rumble rolling past his lips at the sound the fabric made as it tried to cling to your damp flesh. He gave a tug and ripped them off of your thighs, bringing the shredded remains up to his face to examine it closely. Staring into your eyes, he poked his tongue out of his mouth and brought it to the fabric, laving slowly over the wetness that coated it. You moaned loudly at the sight, squeezing your thighs together. 

When Langdon was satisfied that he had gotten every drop of your essence off of the scraps of your underwear he tossed them carelessly in the direction of his desk, and then his tongue was on you once again, this time drawing painfully slow stripes from your knee up your inner thigh, ending just at your hip bone. 

“Did you like watching me?” There was amusement in his voice, a kind of mirth that could almost be mistaken for warmth, as he licked closer and closer to where you wanted him most, never deigning to touch you there, “Did it make you even more wet for me? Do you want me to eat your pretty little pussy until you can’t walk? Want me to let you drench my face?” 

“Please, yes, please!” You keened towards him and Langdon clamped his hands onto your thighs to hold you in place, bringing his thumbs down to spread your pussy lips open. There was something so intimately dirty about it that you let out another long moan, his breath fanning hot air against your folds, “Langdon, please, I’ll do anything you ask.”

He scoffed, nuzzling his nose over your entrance, “You’d do anything I asked anyway. But I will say, you have just about the sweetest pussy I’ve ever seen. And you smell divine, pet.” 

Whimpering, you tried to rut up to his mouth, wanting so badly to feel him against you, “Please, sir, Langdon, please, what do I have to do for you to touch me?” 

At those words, Langdon moved away from you completely, now not even letting his fingers drift over your skin, “Was I not touching you before? You’re incredibly ungrateful for someone who I could kill with less than the blink of an eye.” 

“I’m sorry,” You scrabbled to your knees, legs shaking, “I’m sorry, Mr. Langdon, I didn’t mean to be ungrateful. I’m so grateful to you, I am, I’m sorry.” 

“As you should be,” He sneered, but the bulge in his pants looked even larger than it had before, and the corners of his lips twitched up, “You do look very good on your knees for me. I think this is the position you’re meant to be in, the reason you were put on this earth. Why else would you look so lovely like this, look like such a pretty little slut? Open your mouth for me, pet.” 

This is happening. This is actually happening.

Eagerly, you complied, wrenching your mouth as wide open as you could, desperate to please him. Langdon unzipped his dress pants, reaching into his boxers and stroking himself, letting out a deep and rumbly groan as he finally pulled himself out. 

His cock was... beautiful? You hadn’t expected to find it so beautiful. The few dicks you had seen you had mostly found odd, fine enough but not particularly nice to look at, but Langdon’s looked like it had been carved by Michelangelo himself. 

It was also huge, as thick as your wrist and at least as long as your forearm, the tip a throbbing angry crimson. It was veiny, and you would’ve expected that to be strange but it just made it even prettier, an extra long and thick vein running up the side that oddly made your mouth water. 

A fresh wave of desire pulsed through you, but that didn’t stop your worry as he approached you, speaking your anxiety out loud, “Is that... I mean, is that going to fit?” 

Chuckling, Langdon pushed himself into your mouth with no warning, holding the back of your head with one hand as he began an intense, bruising pace, “What’s the matter, little whore? Never been with someone this big?”

That’s one way to put it. 

He froze suddenly, buried down your throat, his pelvic bone pressed against your nose, and slowly he looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, “Wait, you’re a virgin?”

You nodded slowly, and Langdon hissed at the movement, slowly pulling himself away from you, “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“You didn’t ask,” You shrugged, bringing a hand up to massage your jaw, “I didn’t think it would matter, I’m sorry. Does it change things?” 

Langdon gripped your hair, and he pulled you to your feet and into a bruising kiss all in one swift movement. Then his hands were all over you, stroking your skin fervently as he led you to his chair, sitting down and pulling you into his lap once more. The feeling of his dress pants against your bare skin was sinfully lovely, and you were suddenly aware of how exposed you were, when you could see almost nothing of him. 

After what felt like hours, he pulled away from you, his eyes dancing with something deeply dangerous, a brilliant smile on his face, “Of course it matters, pet I wouldn’t have even considered wasting any of my cum in your mouth if I knew your perfect cunt was untouched, waiting for me.” 

You let out a cry as he grabbed onto your hips tightly, beginning to draw you up and down over his length. His cock pressed into your folds, rubbing your clit, and every time he approached your entrance you gasped, “Holy, oh my, fuck, that feels good, Langdon I-”

“Michael,” He interrupted, moving you faster. 

“What?” You blinked up at him in confusion, and he felt his cock twitch at the sight.

“My name is Michael Langdon,” He pressed a kiss to your neck, beginning to suck a new line of hickeys, “You can call me Michael.” 

“Michael,” You sighed, clenching around nothing as a strange sensation started to boil in your stomach, something so pleasureful that you didn’t know what was happening, “Oh, fuck, Michael, you feel so good, please, can’t you just fuck me?” 

“Oh believe me, I’m going to,” His cock was twitching even more now, your name so perfect from his mouth, “But you have to be ready for it first. Come on, pet, come for me, just like this.” 

You mewled, your fingers digging into his shoulders as the boiling in your stomach became more, became overwhelming, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you let out a desperate shriek. 

“I didn’t, oh fuck, oh god, I didn’t know it would feel that good,” You panted, and Michael raised an eyebrow at you yet again as you buried your face in his shoulder. 

“Have you... have you never had an orgasm before?” 

You shook your head against him, letting out another gasp as one of his fingers started to toy around your entrance, “No, I haven’t. I mean, I thought I might have once, but it was nothing like that.”

“Have you ever had any fingers inside you?” He asked, even as he was already easing a finger into you, giving your walls a single stroke before he pushed two more in. 

“No!” You shrieked, the foreign sensation making you buck your hips wildly, “I, I mean, no, I haven’t.” 

Cock throbbing harder than ever before, Michael began to scissor his fingers around, stretching you out, “Fascinating. My little whore is so inexperienced.”

Moaning at his words, you lurched when his middle finger hit a spot deep inside you that made you see stars, “M-m-Michael, please!”

“M-m-Michael! M-m-Michael!” He mocked you, scooping the hand that wasn’t busy working you open under your ass, shifting out of the seat and lowering you to the ground, his mouth finding its way to your tits, “Wait, pet. Be a patient slut for me and you’ll be rewarded.” 

You nodded as he bit your nipple, toying with it roughly before kissing over to the other side, “Sorry, sorry, oh holy fuck that feels good.” 

Another orgasm was forming deep within you, more mewls leaving your throat as you desperately started to claw at his back, “Michael, fuck, Michael, I’m going to-”

“Good girl,” He purred, pulling his fingers out of you just as you started to cum, and then he slammed his cock into you with no warning, delighting in the bloodcurdling scream that you let out, letting out a guttural moan, “You’re so good for me, aren’t you? Desperate little slut, you were so ready for me to stretch you out, huh?”

“Wait, Michael,” You let out a sob, your cunt pulsing with overstimulation, “Michael, it’s too much, it hurts, please.” 

He was completely bottomed out in you, not moving yet, but he brought both hands up to wrap around your throat, cutting off all of your air, “Now now, pet, that’s no way to thank me for being so kind to you. You’ve cum twice now, haven’t you? And have I gotten to cum even once? No. Now, are you going to be good for me?” 

You nodded fervently, and he released you, leaving you gasping, “Sorry, sorry, Michael. I’m sorry.” 

“Good,” Michael started to pull out of you ever so slowly, moving at a glacial pace until just his tip was inside of you before thrusting in again, filling you up once more, “Oh, you feel good. Your pussy is fluttering all around me. But I should tell you, Y/N, I lied to you.” 

You let out another shaky sob as he hooked his hands under your knees and stretched your legs up, throwing them over his shoulders, continuing his pace of slow drags out followed by impossibly fast thrusts in, your hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth silk that covered his back, “Wh-what? What do you mean?” 

“I told you I wasn’t going to take you to the Sanctuary,” He grunted, his pace getting somehow even slower, in and out both, your slapping skin making loud, lewd noises, “I lied. I am. I’m going to pump you full of my cum, pet, until you’re overflowing with me. I’m going to breed you like the whore you are, and then we’re going to rule over the new world, together.” 

“I don’t understand,” Shrieking again, a whine bubbling out of your throat, you gasped as his hands moved to your tits once more, “Please, Michael, please can you go faster?”

It still hurt, but it was getting better, the pain being overrun with the pleasure. 

Michael complied, slamming into you, setting such a brutal, bruising pace that you were sure you could feel him all the way up in your stomach, “That’s my good little pet. Look at this, your pussy is devouring me. I’m going to wreck you, gonna mold your pussy around my dick so that you know that no one else will ever be able to make you feel good. Your perfect little pussy was made for me, and me alone. You were made for me. Your pussy, your ass, your mouth, these perfect tits,” He gave your breasts a harsh squeeze, running his thumbs over your nipples as you let out another scream, “They’re gonna be full of milk before you know it, filled up for our baby. Do you want to have my baby, pet? Do you want me to breed you? Fill you up? Ruin you for anyone else with my cock?” 

“Yes!” You sobbed, although you were barely conscious of what you were saying, barely even conscious of what he was saying, another orgasm fast approaching, “Michael, please! Fill me up! I need you!”

“Then cum for me,” Growling, he brought his nose down to touch yours, “Squeeze my cock with that tight pussy of yours, finish for me, and accept my seed knowing that you belong to me now, understood?” 

“Yes, yes, yes! Michael, I’m yours, I belong to you, yes!” Your screams were echoing around the room now, but you couldn’t hold back, not when he felt so good, and this time rather than a boiling in your stomach your orgasm felt like an awakening, like you were being reborn. 

You came harder than you knew was possible and Michael quickly followed suit, pumping you full of his thick, hot ropes of cum, more than he had ever cum before, filling you all the way up. 

Whimpering, you sat up, and rather than letting you move away Michael pulled you to his lap and dragged himself to the wall to lean against once again, hushing your mewls with a kiss, “Good girl. That’s my good little pet. I’m gonna stay inside you, okay? Gotta make sure you don’t lose a single drop.”

Nodding, you felt your eyelids start to flutter, your head dropping to his chest, “Yes, Michael. I’m...I’m so tired.”

“I know you are, little one, I know you are. Get some rest now. No one will interrupt us. Rest, my sweet, and have dreams of the future we will build together,” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest, and letting out a happy hum as he felt you already drifting off, and before he did the same he whispered in your ear, “I’m proud of you.”

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The Fourth Date

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: slight violence, smut

Summary: You don’t know about Bucky’s past and since you two only started dating recently, he is yet to confess it all. But after a date, Bucky is forced to confess everything.

 Bucky didn’t want it to happen like this. He wasn’t even ready for it. He only found the courage to ask you out a few weeks ago, and this was only your fourth date. 

Bucky heard it from Sam that the fourth date was the “magical date”. Even if Bucky got his memories back and he remembered all of his previous encounters with women, he wasn’t the same now. 

He was an official Avenger, who fought on the right side. Yet, Bucky never forgot his scars. Steve told him billions of times before to try and move on, Bucky still felt like an old and beaten up wolf. 

That was until you came into his life.

It was only a simple breakfast with Steve but when you served them food, Bucky was mesmerized. Your bright and kind nature, your smile and your sparkling eyes took his breath away. You were the polar opposite of him. He was this person with a dark aura, and you, you shined greater than the sun.

And after going to the place for about a month, and with a little help from Steve, he was able to ask you out.

And now Bucky found himself with you by his side as the restaurant you went to have a romantic night was getting robbed with all of the customers held as hostages. When all you wanted was a night filled with laughter and sweet moments.

Bucky knew he had to do something to save the others and most importantly, you.

When the three men barged in with guns, demanding money, Bucky’s training kicked in. All of his soldier senses came to life and his mission was clear, keep his girlfriend safe.

It was weird that the thieves thought about robbing a restaurant of all places, but it made sense since there wasn’t much security and the place was rather expensive, took Bucky a good amount of begging so Steve would ask Tony for a table.

Bucky tried to calm you down as you were shaking from fear. He held you close to his chest, trying to shush you since the thieves hadn’t noticed the two of you, thanks to Bucky hiding away.

“Listen to me Y/N. I have a lot to tell you and I promise, I will. But please, trust me on this. Stay here, don’t come out and stay quiet, can you do that for me?” Bucky said as he received a text from Steve that he and Sam were on their way. It wasn’t like Bucky couldn’t take a few man out by himself, but he needed to think about the hostages.

“What are you doing?” but he didn’t give you an answer, he just kissed your cheek and ran out there.

You were in a state of shock, how could he fight all those men? They had guns! You wanted to yell after him but you remembered at his words. 

You could only sit there, hidden behind a wall and a plant as you peeked out to see a man getting beaten up pretty badly. You heard Bucky yell at other customers to start running out. You were astonished. 

The gentle and shy man who you knew was beating the shit out of three men at the same time was the same man who blushed as he leaned in to kiss you after your second date. The man who got shocked when you held his hand as he walked next to you. The man who you remember was nervous to even look at you as he ordered his food when you first met. It was like a switch has turned in him.

But for some reason, it didn’t scare you. Even when his jacket got ripped and his left arm became visible, you realized why he was always so nervous about it now. Or when you tried to grab his left hand, he pulled away. It was all because it was a metal arm. It looked like a prosthetic but it was made out of black metal. And as one guy hit it with his gun, the gun broke in half. When all thieves were on the ground, you waited for Bucky to get back to you, you wouldn’t get out until he got there.

Then two other man arrived at the scene. However Bucky didn’t talk to them when they called out his name, he came straight back to you.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine.”

You didn’t even know what happened after that, you remember Bucky helping you out of the place, then he talked to the two guys, one named Sam the other Steve. You remember a paramedic checking you, then you found yourself in your car as Bucky drove you home.

He stopped at a red light is when you came back to your senses. You remember him saying that he will explain things, and now you weren’t sure if you should ask or wait for him.

As the light changed and he began driving again, you remember thinking one thing, which you ended up asking him.

“Do you even have a license?”

Bucky looked at you for a second then back at the road.

“You haven’t said a single word for the last hour and the first thing you ask is if I have a license?”

“Yes, you’re driving my car, and I don’t even know if you have one. What if we get stopped and they’ll take my car? How will I get to work on Monday?”

“We are nearly at your place. But… you really don’t want to ask me anything else? About what happened or such?”

You took a deep breath, then one millisecond made Bucky’s heart skip a beat.

“No. You said that you’d explain it. I assume it is something hard for you to talk about, so I’ll be patient and wait until you are ready to explain.” When Bucky stopped your car in front of your apartment complex, he looked at you with an expression you haven’t seen on anyone ever.

“How are you so perfect? Others wouldn’t even sit in the same car with me, yet here you are being patient and perfect. You saw what I did back at the restaurant yet you let me help you out of there and you even hugged me when I came to you. Others would have ran, scared, yet you were calm and… Only Steve had been this calm with me before.”

“Steve? Is he a friend of yours? He’s the guy from back there right? With the grey suit?”

“No, that’s Sam, Steve is my childhood friend.”

“Oh. I see. And Sam? Is he your friend?”

“Kind of.” Bucky looked out of the window at a man walking past.

“I only ask this because, you barely tell me about yourself. During our past dates, I know we haven’t been going out for long, but for the most part, I was the one talking about myself while you listened. And yes, I wasn’t scared back then. You helped so many others, put your life at risk to save me and those people, how would I be scared of that? And even your hand. I’m sure that there’s a story behind it. I’d love to hear it, when you are ready to tell me. I like you Bucky, very very very much. And I will not run just because you have a past, everyone does, some have dark ones. I won’t run, I won’t leave. Unless you ask me to.” You touched his hand and that made him look at you.

“Thank you.” was all he could say before you hugged him once again. You clearly saw it in his blue eyes that your message went through him, every word you said.

Looked like an abandoned and tortured puppy found love again, a new reason to live.

The next thing you knew, you were stumbling into your apartment, while feverishly kissing each other. You soon found yourself naked on top of this gorgeous human being. You could barely believe anything on him was real. From his ripped built to his amazingly long and thick cock. Bucky was truly like a God. 

You never felt such pleasure before and he looked like he didn’t either. The two of you melted into one as you reached your highs more than just once that night. The first time was slow, passionate lovemaking, the second was more rough and animalistic sex, the third was slower than the first and in the shower, while the fourth was just as slow and passionate as the first time, but with both of you laying down on your sides as he worked his hips against yours while his mouth was on your neck, there wasn’t a place on your skin he didn’t kiss, sucked on or licked. 

He worshipped you.

Now, you were tired as you laid on your sides, looking at each other while your fingers moved from his chest to his arm and down to his fingers. You were exhausted but you didn’t want to sleep just in case it was all a dream and he would disappear.

“I was born March 10th, 1917, the eldest child of four. During my childhood, I met Steve Rogers when bullies were trying to steal his money. We soon became best friends and stuck together for many years, I saved his ass many times. Then came the war. While serving on the front lines of World War II, me and my unit, were ambushed and I got captured by HYDRA. I will sum it up the best I can. A lot happened, war stuff…Steve and I fought on a train and I… I fell. During that, I lost my arm. That part is a bit blurry, but it ended up with me becoming an assassin for HYDRA. They used this brainwashing machine and made me into a murderer. I killed many people, Y/N. But I don’t do that anymore. My mind got free and I am trying to do what’s right, so at least I can do good things after all the bad I had done. I would understand if you wouldn’t want to see me anymore I’m a monster. And-“ he stopped himself when he noticed a tear leaving your eye as it ran down your cheek, he lifted his hand to wipe it, but as soon as he saw the shine that his metal hand reflected, he stopped.

“You are not. You are a victim. You got brainwashed, right? So, you couldn’t… it wasn’t you. You didn’t have a choice.” Bucky remembered that Steve said those exact same words, and his answer was the same as it was for Steve.

“I know. But I did it.” you shook your head. And moved to sit up while you held the blanket against your chest.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit. You saved me today. You saved many others too. You didn’t have a choice back then, but you have now, and you’re doing the right thing. You would never hurt me. I know it. You are so gentle and honest with me.”

“I feel like a used, old, broken toy. Like someone used me for their own will and now that I can live my own life, I still can’t move on because inside I still know what I am and what I did.” now he was sitting on the bed as he just watches you cry. He couldn’t understand why you were crying. Was it fear?

“I-I, Bucky, what you had gone through it horrible. I want to help you, heal you. It breaks my heart that you still see yourself as that man. I love you.” perhaps it was too soon to say that, only four dates, but you already knew as he kissed you in the car and then in the elevator that your heart held more than just a crush for the man.

Bucky hugged you close to his chest.

“Thank you, Y/N. Really. I believe that with your love, I will be able to be better and hopefully one day I will see myself as you see me. Because the picture you painted of me is so much better than the one I have in my head. I’m happy. I love you too.” he whispered the last sentence into your ear and you squeezed him tight.

“So, I guess I’m dating a 102-year-old…” you said trying to lighten the mood a little bit after all the deep conversation you just had.

“You are.” he said with a rare smile on his face.

That night, after years and years of nightmares and troubled nights, Bucky finally slept peacefully with you in his arms as all he could smell was your shampoo and small hints of your perfume that still lingered on your neck.

Sam was right, the fourth date really is the “magical date”.

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Sanctuary -Chapter 47

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The text messages arrived shortly before one thirty in the afternoon. The rattle of the phone as it vibrates against the nightstand jarring Tyler from peaceful slumber.  Hypervigilance the shrink had called it once.  One of the many symptoms of his PTSD. He'd always attributed it to being on the job for so long; the ability to go from deep sleep to an almost extreme state of alertness in the blink of an eye. His brain and body on edge; always on the outlook for dangers; whether visible or not.  It had always come in handy when out on a job; he was able to quickly detect any sort of threat and determine if it was valid or not. Within the last two years though, waking has often been a harrowing experience; everything and everyone around him a possible danger,  anxiety already sitting on his chest and threatening to suffocate him, a cold sweat covering him from head to toe.  Many times one of the kids has jumped a little too hard on the bed and he's bolted awake, a hand ready to grab whoever was next to him or a fist cocked ready to defend himself. It had never gotten that far, thankfully.  Awareness settling in before anything horrible could happen.

He'd never forgive himself; if he hurts his own kids because his brain is fucked up and beyond repair.  

Today it isn't bad. His reaction isn't extreme; no pounding heart, no sweats, no desire to rip somebody apart. There's more annoyance than anything.  It had been one of the best -if not the best- sleep he'd had in weeks, if not months. Not demons to fight in his dreams, no memories of Dhaka, no replay of what he'd done only hours before.  His body and his mind temporarily shutting down; flat on his back with his wife between his legs, fast asleep with her stomach pressed against him, her head on his chest.  It had been intimacy in it's purest and most innocent form; long, slow, sweet kisses that didn't develop into anything more, whispered conversations about not just their worries and their fears, but future plans, declarations of love, promises that everything was going to be okay. That they were going to be okay.  And he'd wrapped his arms around and held her as tight as her little body would allow him to, eyes closed as he relaxed in the warmth that radiated off of her, the scent that lingered in her hair.

He reaches for his phone, careful not to wake her. This pregnancy is already proving to be the most difficult one out of the three she's already been through;  the all day sickness much more severe and accompanied by near crippling exhaustion. The stress isn't helping of course.  The constant state of worry and panic that she always seems to be operating in.  But for now she's peaceful.  Her back rising and falling with each soft breath, hair falling over her eyes, a slight smile curving her lips.  She's relaxed. Safe. Secure. Protected. And his mind is comforted by that.  That despite all of their issues, all of the fights, all of the harsh words, all the  ultimatums, she still is able to feel that with him.  

He has to change.  Staying the same isn't an option.  And neither is losing his family.

We got trouble, Yaz' text reads. N is here. Pissed. Get here. ASAP.

“Fuck me,” Tyler mutters, and drops the phone onto the mattress.  Yet he isn't filled with a sense of urgency.  In no hurry to either respond to the text or get to the storage facility. There isn't much that Nik can do.  Not even she will step on the toes of the IRA, and she knows that Tyler himself will be a force to be reckoned with if she even so as much -in the slightest-  puts his children further at risk.   And if she knows what's good for her, she'll just walk away entirely and pretend she never saw a damn thing.  

He doesn't want to move.  The mixture of the earlier Valium with the most recent pain meds he'd taken have his body at ease; the pain is minor, a dull yet bearable ache just under the shoulder blade, the right knee and back both stiff, but manageable.   And he closes his eyes once more; a hand falling on the top of Esme's head, softly running his palm over her hair before it settles in the middle of her back. She stirs against him, mumbling in her sleep and rubbing her cheek against his t-shirt, yet eyes never opening.  She looks even younger when she's asleep; ends of her eyelashes brushing against the tops of her cheeks,  skin pale and soft -those freckles across her nose more noticeable thanusual-, a soft smile curving her lips.  And she seems even smaller than normal; fragile even. Even though she's anything but.  He'd made that mistake once.  In Dhaka. Assuming she was weak and fragile and needed someone to handle her problems.  And she'd quickly let him know just how badly he'd underestimated her.

His phone vibrates again and he groans in protest, scooping it up off of the mattress.

Put your dick back in your pants and get here now

He smirks at that, then sets the phone down once again and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes, laying there for several more minutes, summoning up the energy and the desire to actually move. What he wouldn't give to just stay there; fall back asleep with her body tucked so securely against him, both of them temporarily at peace. No worry, no stress, no arguments brought on by the two. No raised voices or harsh words.  No tension. No threat to their marriage.  It's not the first time he's felt as if things are falling apart; he was certain during their six months apart that things were over and it was a waiting game when it came to win the divorce papers would arrive. But even then she'd given him a second chance. Or was it a third chance that time? Maybe even a fourth? This time he truly feels that he's all out of chances.  That's he used up his last one and all that is left is true change. And the effort that has to go into it.

He runs both of his hands up and down her back and presses a kiss to the top of her head, reluctant to wake her up.  “Baby...” he combs his fingers through her hair; clearing her bangs off of her forehead. “...Esme....baby....wake up....”

“No,” she pouts, voice childlike.  “You can't make me.”

“Well I could make you. But I don't really want to have to resort to that.”

“I said no. I'm not moving. I'm not letting you leave.”

“Babe, I need you to wake up. Or at least get off me.”

“No,” she refuses once more, nuzzles her face even tighter into his chest, hands tightly gripping the sides of his t-shirt.   “You're staying right here. Where you belong. With me. You're not allowed to go anywhere.”

“What if I have to take a leak?” he challenges.

“I heard your phone. I know you don't have to go the bathroom. So I'm not moving. I'm not letting you leave. I'm tired of you leaving all the time. Why can't you just stay? Why can't we just have this? These kinds of moments?”

“We'll have tons of these moments when this is all over.”

“When? We have four kids. And one on the way.”

“We'll find time to have them,” he assures her.  “But right now? Right now I need you to get off me. Please.”

“You suck,” she mutters, and rolls off of him. “You're the worst.”

“But you love me.”

“Maybe,” she singsongs, and then yawns.

“Well, I love you,” he leans over her, places a kiss to her lips. “You don't get a say in that.”

She smiles, then reaches up and lays a hand on the side of his face, running her thumb over the scruffiness of his beard.  “Is everything okay? Who was it?”

“There's some issues. With McMann.”

“And that's your problem how?”

“They need me to come help straighten him out.”

“They're Marines. They're more than capable of handling things.”

“Yeah, well he's scared of me, so....” he kisses her once last time, then gives her a wink and climbs off the bed.

“He should be,” she says, as she rolls over onto her stomach, frowning when he shoves his feet into a pair of flip flops.  “Where's your boots?”

“In the closet. I have to clean them when I get back.”

“Why would you lock them in the closet?”

He shrugs, silently cursing himself for not taking care of things early. This all could have been avoided had he just cleaned the goddamn things when he'd first got back. “I dunno. I guess I just did it and wasn't thinking about it. I'll take care of them later.”

“I can do it if you want,” she offers. “As nasty as your boots smell, I've cleaned worse. I have three boys. It doesn't get any more nasty than those three.”

“Just leave them. They're gross. I've got shit all over them.”

She scrunches up her nose. “Like literally or figuratively?”

“Literally,” he lies. “So I'd rather you not deal with something like that, okay?”

“Okay,” she agrees.  “Are you going to kick his ass?”

“If I have to.”

“Is it wrong that it makes me wet when I think about you beating the hell out of people? Or getting all aggressive and mean with someone?”

“Well, you like it when I get all aggressive and mean with you, so...”

“My hormones are all over the place. Just so you know. Even seeing your ass in those jeans does me in. Guess I'll just have to have some fun by myself while you're gone. A little solo studying time.”

He groans inwardly. “I'm going to have that stuck in my head now. The thought of you 'studying'.”

“Don't worry, baby. I promise I'll only think about you when I'm studying.”

“You're evil,” he declares, and stands at the side of the bed, pushing his hand through her hair and tightly gripping those soft, red tresses as he kisses her.  Hard. Intense. A toe curling kind of kiss that he knows she'll feel for quite a while.

“And you call me evil,” she huffs, as he heads for the door. “I love you. And lust you. Just so you know.”

He grins. “I love you. And lust you, too.”

****

“What...the...fuck...”

That is how Nik greets him, already at the side of the SUV before he even climbs out.  Hands on her hips, eyes blazing, mouth set in a grim line.  Quite the contrast against the dreary, filthy backdrop of the industrial area in her wedge heels, well tailored black slacks, and low cut red blouse.  

The look he gives her must speak volumes, as she takes three steps backwards, giving him both the space to throw open the door, and some breathing room.  

“Hey to you, too, Nik,” he responds, and uses his hip to shut the door. “What's up?”

“You damn well know what's up,” she snarls. “What the hell is this?” her hand wildly gestures towards the building. “Just what the hell is this?!”

“It's none of your business is what it is,” he attempts to step past her, but she grabs a hold of his forearm, nails digging into his skin.

Scowling, he sighs heavily and glances down at the hold she has on him, then back up into her eyes.

She gets the message, quickly removing her hand, and she hurries to keep up with him as he heads through the front gate.  “What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you do this? What would make you resort to something like this?”

“Go back to Colorado, Nik.  This has nothing to do with you.”

“It has everything to do with me. You work for me. You're associated with me. With my business. You're mine and....”

“I'm yours?” he scoffs. “The ring on my finger says I belong to someone else. You don't own me. This job never belonged to you.  You just took it upon yourself to get involved. Because for some reason you can't seem to leave me the fuck alone.  What's your issue? Is it a crush? Love? Obsession?”

“Get over yourself, Tyler.”

“I'm not the one who turned you down. Several times. Or are you forgetting that? So you get over yourself. Leave me alone, Nik. This doesn't involve you. It never has.”

“It involved me the second you asked me for my help,” she reminds him. “When McMann showed up in Colorado and you were suspicious of him. You asked me to look into it.  You asked me if I had someone tailing you and I said no and then you asked me for my help.”

“For your help. Not to just show up here and try and take things over. This? What's going on here? Has nothing to do with you? And why aren't you in Colorado? Why aren't you at my place, keeping an eye on things?”

“Maybe because you went behind my back and sent Ovi and Chloe away with the kids.  You took it upon yourself to screw everything up and...”

No,” he snarls, and abruptly turns on his heel, fixing her in an steely gaze.  “I took it upon myself to protect my family.  Because you and your people couldn't do their goddamn job properly. Why did you lie to me, Nik? Every fucking time I asked you if things were okay at home, you told me that things were fine. That there was nothing to worry about. I had to find out through Ovi just what was going on. The phone calls, the pictures, the guys that came right to the house. Why didn't you tell me about any of that?'

“I didn't see a reason to.”

“You didn't see a reason to tell me that people were threatening my family? That people were out there watching my kids? That they were showing up at my house, where my kids live? You should have told me right when it started happening. So I could have...”

“So you could have what? Ditched everything and come home? And what could would that have done? The job wasn't finished.”

“Fuck the job!” Tyler snarls. “My family comes before the job, Nik.”

“Since when? You've been putting the job first for the last four years. It's always come first. The job. And if you say it hasn't, you're either in denial or you're a goddamn liar. You like to think you're all about the family life. That you're a family man first and mercenary second. But that's bullshit and you know it.  You are who you are, Tyler.  You can deny it all you want.”

He shakes his head, nostrils flaring.  “You have no fucking clue what you're talking about.”

“You left your wife when she was pregnant with twins. When she was having problems. Serious problems. You left her for the job.  When she needed you the most.  But that's a theme in your life, isn't it. Leaving the people you love when they need you the most.”

“That is way of fucking line, Nik, and you know it.”

“I knew if I told you about what was happening in Colorado, you'd be on the next flight home. And I needed you to stay here. To get the job done. To find those kids.  I also knew that if you came home, that target on your kids' backs  would have gotten ever bigger. You being with them would have only made things worse. McMann is...was....after you.  And if you went home to your kids, McMann would have followed you and you would have put your kids in even more danger.”

“They're safer with me than they are with complete strangers!”

“Tyler, these people are dangerous. More dangerous than anyone you have ever dealt with before.  When they got to you...and they would have...they wouldn't have just killed you. They would have done horrible, horrible things to your kids. While you watched. And then they would have killed them. Right in front of you.  And they wouldn't kill you until everyone else you loved was already dead.”

He sighs, then pushes his hands through his hair and leans back against the wall next to the storage locker,  feet crossed, arms folded across his chest, eyes downcast.

“And then you sent Ovi away with those kids. Which was the worst thing you could have done. Because now I have no idea where they are. I can't send anyone to watch them.”

“They're safe,” he says. “In a different state.”

“Where? Where are they? Because they're not safe on their own. Ovi doesn't stand a chance and you know that. What the hell were you thinking? Wait, you weren't. Because you don't use your head anymore. You use your heart. Which is a big fucking mistake in the job and you know that.”

“My kids aren't a job, Nik. My kids are my heart. And maybe if you had kids of your own...”

Her eyes narrow. “You are not going there with this.  You're not going to play dirty. Not with me.”

“You're going to lecture me about playing dirty? When you've been after me for the past five and half years to cheat on my wife with you? Now that's rich. You standing there trying to act like you have some moral superiority over me. I was never going to say yes, Nik. It was never going to happen. And you kept pushing and pushing. You never left me alone.  You still don't. No matter how many times I tell you to back off.”

“That's not what this is about and you know it.”

“Now seems like as good as time as any, don't you think? You need to back off, Nik.  You're my friend. That's it. You're never going to be anything more than that. That ship sailed a long time ago.  You need to leave me alone. I don't want you texting me, I don't want you calling me, I don't want you showing up at my hotel when I'm on a job.  I want you to stay away from me. Unless it's business.”

She blinks. “That seems a little....extreme.”

“I'm a married man, Nik. I've been married for five and a half years. And you act like it's nothing. Like it means nothing to me. It means everything to me. I'm trying to keep my family together and you're hell bent on tearing it apart. Back off.  I don't know how much plainer I have to be.  It's never going to happen.”

She inhales sharply. “If that's the way you want it...”

“That's exactly the way I want it.  I'm trying to hold my marriage together. Desperately. This job is tearing Esme and I apart.  All the goddamn promises that I made her. When I told her that this life was behind me and I'd never get back into it.  I went back on everything single fucking promise I made.  And she put up with it. She still kept giving me chance, after chance, after chance.  I can't do that to her anymore.  Because I keep doing this...the job...I'm going to lose her. I'm going to lose everything. And all the money in the world isn't worth that.”

“So you're walking away,” Nik concludes.

“When this job is over...when I find those kids.....that's it. I'm done.  I can't do this anymore, Nik. This life. My family deserves better than this. I'm tired. Physically. Mentally. I'm fucking tired and I'm done.”

“So what is this then?” she nods towards the open door.  “What you're doing here? What you're doing to McMann? What is this Tyler? You wanted to go out with a big bang?”

“I'm doing what I need to do. For my family.”

“You drugged, kidnapped, and tortured a man. You became one of the people you've always fought against. You've become of the people you used to save people from.”

“I'm nothing like any of those people and you know it.”

Nik stares at him pointedly.  “You sliced a man's throat with a box cutter.”

“I barely broke the surface. Is he breathing? Did he bleed to death? Then I didn't slit his damn throat.”

“You pulled three of his teeth out with a pair of pliers.”

Tyler shrugs.  “I was going to go for four, but it seemed a little overkill.”

“What is going on with you?” her voice is softer now. Concerned. “This isn't you.  You've never been like this. You've never gotten yourself caught up in something like this. In revenge.”

“He threatened my family,” he vehemently reasons.  “My kids, Nik. He was near my kids.”

“A bullet to the head would have been a better way to go. Why didn't you just do that? If you're just going to kill him anyway...”

“He deserves to suffer, Nik. Do you know what he was going to do Esme if he'd caught her at the house? Do you know what he told his people to do to Ovi and Chloe? To my kids? I do. He told me everything. Every sick and twisted thing that he and his people were going to do. A bullet in the head is too good for that guy. It's too easy. He deserves so much more than that.”

“This stops, Tyler. This stops now.”

He shakes his head.  

“You need to get a grip on yourself,” she orders.  “You're losing it. You've been losing it for a while now and I always gave you the benefit of the doubt that you'd pull yourself together.  This has gone too far. You've gone too far.”

“You need to go, Nik.  Just turn around and walk away.”

“And watch you destroy yourself? Watch you become someone I don't recognize anymore?”

“I'm not your problem. I never have been. Just go. Walk away now and you don't have to have this on your conscience.”

“But it's okay for you to have it on yours?” she counters.  “Does Esme know about this? About what you're doing here?”

“No. And she doesn't need to know.”

“So you're not only lying to yourself, you're lying to her. About who you've become. And yet you have the nerve to accuse me of trying to tear your marriage apart.”

“You've been wanting to fuck me for five and a half years. Knowing I have a wife. So yeah. I am accusing you of that.”

“You're keeping something like this from her? What do you think is going to happen when she finds out? Not just that you lied, but what you did. What you're capable of.”

“She knows what I'm capable of. She saw it for herself in Dhaka. A job you dragged her into. You and some stupid fucking plan.”

“That stupid fucking plan worked. Until Mahajan Senior screwed us. And that stupid fucking plan gave you a second chance at life. It lead you to the love of your life. You have children because of that stupid fucking plan.  It's because of that plan...because of me...that you have what you have.”

“And what? I'm supposed to show how grateful but fucking you on the down low? That's how you wanted me to repay you?”

“If you lose everything now,  that's all on you, Tyler.  If you go through with this...with what you're doing to McMann...she will find out and she will leave you. Because you'll be the man she's always feared you could become. She'll leave and she'll take those kids. And you'll be lucky if you ever see them again.”

“She's pregnant,” he blurts out, and Nik closes her eyes briefly and inhales sharply one again.

“Please tell me you're not serious right now,” she pleads.

“We just found out. A couple of days ago. We're not sure how far along she is. Probably a couple of months.”

“What is wrong with you two? Is that all you do with your spare time? Make babies? Is that all you know how to do? Get her pregnant?”

He smirks. “Maybe we just like to fuck.”

Her lips twitch with the hint of her own smirk. “You couldn't be more careful while you're fucking? I thought Declan was it? The last one?”

“We changed our minds. Figured one more wouldn't hurt.”

“Hell of a time for there to baby on the way, don't you think?”

“It happens when it happens, Nik. We didn't exactly plan it this way.”

She nods slowly, hands on her hips. “You send her back home. Tomorrow. First flight you can get.”

“That's not going to happen.”

“Tyler, this isn't a safe place for her to be. Especially now.  You don't know how many people McMann has out there. And if you're going to  be out looking for those kids....”

“And she's safe back home? With people I don't even know watching over her? Fuck that. She's safer with me than anyone else and you know it.”

“If you're out looking for those kids and eventually extracting them, you won't be around to protect her,” Nik points out.

“Mark's got someone watching her. A Marine.”

“Yet you won't trust the people I have?”

“With all due respect, Nik, but you hired Jason Andrews' brother without even knowing it and that's why McMann is after me in the first place. So no. I don't trust the people you have. She stays here. With me. And if I have to go to New Zealand...”

Nik arches an eyebrow. “New Zealand? What...?”

“...she'll come with me there, too.  Where I go, she goes. That's just the way it is.”

“That's asking for trouble and you know it.”

“I'm the only one she trusts. I'm the only one that makes her feel safe. I'm not sending her home.  There's no way.  Go back to Colorado, Nik. Or better yet, go to Oklahoma. Find Ovi and my kids. You put them in this fucking situation when you hired Andrews' brother.  You fucking get them out of it.”

“Tyler...” she attempts to stop him before he steps into the storage unit.

“Goodbye, Nik,” he says, and slams the door down behind him.

****

“Hey look who it is, Mike!” Nathan calls out as Tyler enters the storage unit.  “Your favourite person!”

“Fuck you,” McMann mumbles, and then spits in Tyler's direction.  “And fuck you too, Rake.”

“He's a little mad at you,” the young Marine grins, as he sits mere feet from the captive man,  his long legs stretched out, hands behind his head. “I think he was really fond of those teeth you took.”

“You take care of things?” Yaz asks from the other side of the room, immersed in his laptop.

“I don't know how well I took care of them, but yeah, I took care of them.  What's going Michael? You been a good boy? You been behaving yourself for my mates here? I know our date isn't planned for later tonight, but I missed you and thought I'd come see you. What happened here?”  he roughly grabs a hold of McMann's chin and titls his head to the side. “That's a hell of a shiner you got there. Trip and fall on the way to take a piss again?”

Yaz chuckles.

McMann scowls. “That little asshole pushed me and he knows it!”

“Naw,” Tyler shakes his head. “Yaz wouldn't do that. Yaz is a pacifist.”

“Yeah,” the man in question snorts. “As in I'd like to pass a fist across his face.”

“I'd like to fucking see you try!” McMann snarls.

“Easy now...easy now...” Tyler lets go of the man's chin, then gives him a shot in the mouth with the back of his hand; the knuckles catching him in the top lip and easily splitting it. “...don't talk to my mates like that. So what have you boys been up to?” he asks, as he snags a bottle of water from one of the coolers and pulls up a plastic chair.  “You been keeping Michael company? Keeping him out of trouble?”

“He's been a real fucking delight,” Nathan chuckles.  “He speaks very highly of you.”

“I bet he does. We're close to being best mates now aren't we?” he kicks at McMann's shins, hard enough to make him wince.  

“You're a prick,” McMann responds. “And when you're finally dead, I'll be the first one to come piss on your grave. Then go to your place and fuck your pretty little wife.”

“Bruh...” Yaz shakes his head. “...you should have just left it at 'spit on your grave'.”

“She'd probably like that, wouldn't she,” McMann continues. “Finally a real man showing her how things are done.”

Tyler smirks, then calmly places the bottle of water on the ground and stands up, slowly making his way over the restrained man. Then stands above him; a towering, intimidating figure. And when he sees that little glitter of fear in the other man's eyes,  he snatches him by the throat, fingers firmly pressing into either side of his windpipe.  

“Remember,” Yaz doesn't even look up from his laptop.  “You can't kill him.”

“I'm not going to kill him. He's got a long way to go before anyone kills him,” Tyler tightens his grip on McMann's throat, until his face begins to turn a vivid shade of red and he's gasping for breath. “Don't you talk about my wife like that,” his voice is calm, yet his eyes give away the depth and the power of the rage that inhabits his body.  “Don't you ever talk about her like that.”  

“If you can't already tell, he's a little sensitive when it comes to his wife.” Yaz says. “But you just keep opening your goddamn mouth about her. Doesn't he Nathan?”

The young Marine nods. “Wouldn't shut up about her earlier.”

“Oh really?” Tyler looses his grip on McMann's throat, their eyes remaining locked on one another.  “What was he saying?”

“I don't know if we should tell you,” Nathan says. “You might get upset. Well, more upset than you are right now.”

“Maybe he hasn't lost enough teeth yet,” Yaz suggests.

“I'll let keep his teeth. For now.  So what were you saying, Michael? About my wife.”

“Nothing! They're fucking lying!”

“You blokes wouldn't lie to me about something like that, would you?” Tyler asks, looking between the other two men, both shaking their heads.  “They definitely would not lie to me. Especially about something like that.  So tell me.  What did you say about her?”

“Thinks she's a nice piece of ass,” Nathan chimes in. “Say he wouldn't mind tying her up and having his way with her.”

“I did not fucking say that!” McMann exclaims. “I haven't said shit about her!”

“Said he wouldn't mind fucking her in all her holes.” Yaz adds. “And I wouldn't lie about that shit.”

“Michael...” Tyler shakes his head.  “....you really don't know when to keep your mouth shut, do you.  I thought we were mates. Buddies. Why would you say shit like that? About my wife?  Unlike the psycho bitch you're married to, my wife is innocent in all of this.”

“How can anyone be innocent being married to a prick like you?” he retorts. “Must be something fucked up in her head in she stays with you! What's your secret? Beat the shit out of her to make her stay? Make her too scared too leave? No way someone like her is staying with someone like you.”

“See, I don't have to resort to shit like that. Maybe that's your way of doing things. You like to beat on women, don't you. Among other things.  Which already makes me want to break your fucking neck. Now I find out you're saying things about my wife? This isn't going to be a good day for you, Michael.  But I'll be nice.  I'll let you keep the rest of your teeth. For now,” he heads over to the table holding the weapons.  “You left handed or right handed?”

“What?”

“It's a simple goddamn question. Are you right handed or left handed?”

“Right. Why? What are you going to do? What...?” his eyes widen as Tyler returns with a hunting knife.

“That's a shame. I guess you're either going to have to learn with your left or you're going to have to improvise with the right. Yaz, you look busy. Maybe Nathan will help me out.”

“My pleasure,” the Marine says, and jumps to his feet. “What'cha need?”

Tyler smirks, then runs a finger along the sharp edge of the knife. “You ever hold a man down while someone cuts off a couple fingers?”

“No,” Nathan calmly rolls up his sleeves. “But I guess there's a first time for everything.”

[fanficshiddles]

In the dark, One shot

Thank you for the prompt. Had fun with this one!

Prompt: I have this idea that Tom is lonely but he’s too nervous and leery of fake people to try dating. He finds out that there’s this highly secretive service he can use to have anonymous sex. The girl is blindfolded and has signed a contract to keep quiet. He can do anything he wants, request anything he wants her to do, and there’s no talking unless he requests it. So lots of smutty smut would be awesome. Maybe he’s a dom? Or just kinky. Anyway, I was thinking he really likes this one girl, and I’d love it if she was plus size, and he starts trying to talk with her. Eventually she figures out who he is and …..

 Tom sighed while he scrolled through google, looking for something he didn’t think would exist. Though he wasn’t entirely sure what it was exactly that he was looking for.

He just wanted some company, a bit of fun on the side maybe. Or even a proper date with a nice girl. But with his fame, it made that difficult. To get someone genuine, who wasn’t just interested in him for his fame or for Loki.

But then he came across one advert on google that piqued his interest.

Looking for hot fun with no strings attached? They don’t even have to see your face. Click here!

At first, he thought it was just going to be a scam. But when he investigated, he learned that it was genuine. There were many options to be used in the club. And it was right here, in good old London. Just a short tube ride away from his home.

The following night, he was on his way there. Having phoned the club yesterday to book what he wanted. He had to go early to sign some papers and go over everything, but he was excited and hopeful.

Some of the options he was offered was use of a gloryhole. While that was appealing, he decided he wanted to be more hands on. To see who he was having fun with.

Another option was for both participants to wear a mask. But he wasn’t too keen on that idea either. Then when he asked for something rather specific, they were more than happy to accommodate that.

Amanda was a bit nervous, but excited too. She’d had enough of going on regular dates for them to all go badly. She didn’t even get laid from any of them.

When she joined the secret club, she didn’t really know what to expect. She decided to sign up just for the one night, for one time to see what it was like.

The man she was to have fun with had filled out a profile for her to read over and she did the same. They both accepted and thus the play date was quickly set up. It was very efficient.

There were no pictures shared between them, but descriptions had been shared.

Amanda knew that she was to be blindfolded the entire time. And she had signed a special form to say that she wouldn’t take it off herself. Or she would be sued. The man had also requested that she didn’t speak, just did as she was told. Unless she needed to use her safe word.

She also had to write down any hard limits for her, and also what she would say for her safe word or what she would do if she was gagged.

A woman showed her to the room. The man had requested that she was naked and kneeling on the floor when he arrived. So once she undressed and knelt down, she put the blindfold on and made sure it was secure.

Then she waited.

So many thoughts ran through her mind for that five minutes she was kneeling there, waiting. Should she run away now? Was she doing the right thing? Would it be worth it?

But she did her best and stayed calm, breathing deeply. Her trembling got worse though when she heard the door open, and heavy footsteps entered before the door closed again. The sound of the door locking was loud to her.

He walked over towards her, stopping just in front of her. Even though she couldn’t see, she could certainly feel his eyes burning into her. Taking in her appearance.

This was it, she thought. He was going to balk and leave. Saying she was too chubby, like most guys said. Or that her stretch marks were too prominent and disgusting. Maybe he wouldn’t like her face or her huge ass.

She was startled and jumped when he stroked her hair, oddly soothing her. Though she still couldn’t stop trembling.

‘No need to look so scared, pet.’ He purred, his voice deep and sultry. My god, she thought she was going to come on the spot.

But there was also something about the voice. It was weirdly familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it somehow.

‘I must say, I was not expecting to find such a beauty. So many naughty things to do with you, but where to start?’ He growled and stalked around her, his fingers trailed over her shoulders.

Amanda did her best to remember to keep breathing. Her other senses were super heightened because of being blindfolded. His touch felt electrifying, and his voice… It was just pure eargasms.

She let out a squeak when she was suddenly lifted up from under her arms, and he actually managed to lift her right up to her feet. But then another surprise when he spanked her ass, making her gasp and her hands shot back in reflex to cover herself.

‘No, hands down at your sides. Or do I have to restrain you?’ Tom said firmly.

Amanda quickly moved her hands away and balled them into fists at her side, hoping to remember to keep them there.

‘Good girl.’ His praise felt like it was swimming through her veins, she was in utter heaven already and he’d barely began.

Tom spanked her ass a few more times, then he pressed himself flush against her back with a hand wrapping around her throat.

‘You will never try to hide yourself from me. Especially that delectable ass of yours. Do you understand?’

Amanda desperately wanted to speak, to tell him yes Sir. But she knew she wasn’t allowed to speak. So she nodded instead.

Tom hummed in approval and then stepped away from her. She could hear some rustling of clothes, so thought he was undressing himself.

That was proved to be true when he moved on front of her and took her hand, guiding it to his hardening cock. Her lips parted in a quiet gasp upon feeling the size of him. He couldn’t help but grin at her reaction.

Amanda could feel him hardening in her hand while she stroked him, even when Tom dropped his own hand from her. Allowing her to do what she wanted.

He saw her licking her lips, so he told her to kneel. She practically fell to her knees in such a rush, desperate to taste him.

‘Do you want my cock in that pretty mouth of yours?’ He teased, rubbing his thumb over her lower lip.

She nodded quickly.

‘Well then, who am I to deny such a pretty girl?’ He chuckled and pressed his cock against her lips, that she parted and she took him into her mouth.

Tom moaned and slid his hands into her hair, guiding her along. Forcing her to take him down as far as she could, when she started choking around him, he waited a few seconds before pulling back slightly. Then he started bobbing her head up and down on him, fucking her mouth.

‘Ohhh, yes. Such a lovely mouth.’ He growled.

The great thing about this anonymous club, was he could let loose and be as dominant as he wanted. As kinky as he desired, without worry of anyone knowing who he was. He certainly didn’t want all of his fans to know what he preferred in the bedroom.

‘Swallow all of it.’ He said through gritted teeth when he started pulsing and throbbing hotly against her tongue.

Amanda obeyed and when he came, she made sure to swallow all he had to give her. But there was quite a lot, some dribbled out and down her chin. But Tom didn’t mind.

When he pulled out of her mouth, he was panting and sweating already. But nowhere near finished with her.

‘That was exquisite, pet. Now, time to repay the favour.’ He grinned and lifted her up again from under her arms.

Tom helped her over to the bed and lay her down, head comfortable on the pillows. But before going down on her, he tied her wrists to the top of the headboard. That surprised her, but turned her on even more.

She LOVED being restrained.

Tom slid his hands down from her wrists, down her arms and when his fingers lightly brushed across her underarms she giggled and writhed under him. That made Tom’s grin grow even larger.

‘Ticklish, are we?’ He teased and tickled her underarms for a minute, enjoying the way she clearly struggled to not say anything. But plenty of laughter came from her and all the wriggling was making Tom painfully hard again.

He gave the poor girl a rest as he leaned down to kiss and suck her nipples, then kissed his way further down her body. Amanda couldn’t believe it when he forced her legs apart and placed them up over his shoulders, making her extremely vulnerable to him.

Tom kissed her inner thighs first, loving her thick thighs. He gripped them tightly as he got closer and closer to her centre. She was soaking wet for him, just waiting for his attention.

The teasing continued for a little longer, because he so enjoyed to drag out the pleasure of his partners. He pressed a kiss against her mound, then licked right up her cunt. Spreading her folds apart with the flat of his tongue, getting in there.

Amanda started moaning without holding back. He knew how to work his tongue, that was for sure. He alternated from long and broad strokes with the flat of his tongue, to more precise licks over her clit with the tip.

He could feel her thighs trembling hard over his shoulders. She was close to coming, so he latched onto her clit and gave it all the attention to push her over the edge. The sounds that came from her while she came was beautiful to Tom, she wasn’t holding back and he really liked that about her.

‘Mmmm.’ He licked her clean as much as he could, only causing more arousal to form. But he smacked his lips in delight. ‘Delicious little morsel you are.’

He lowered her body back down onto the bed, but remained between her legs as he lay his body on top of her. He surprised her by kissing her on the lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth so she could taste herself on him.

Amanda moaned into his mouth when he pressed the tip of his cock against her cunt, only just pushing into her before pulling out again. He rubbed it up over her clit, making her body jerk, it was still sensitive.

‘Do you want my cock? Do you want my cock inside of you?’ Tom growled and kissed her neck, suckling on a certain spot that drove her wild. ‘Let me hear your lovely voice beg for my cock.’

Amanda knew that she could talk with his permission. So she didn’t hold back.

‘Please, Sir! Please fuck me. Please, I beg you!’ She cried out, trying to move her hips upwards against him too.

‘Mmm, since you begged so nicely.’ He purred and then finally he sank into her.

Amanda gasped and it took her body a moment to adjust to the intrusion. Tom allowed her a moment to adjust, stilling once he was balls deep inside her. She tugged hard against her restraints, wanting to touch him, but the fact she couldn’t made her even needier.

Tom could feel her body clenching down around him, so that’s when he started to move. He started fucking her deep and rough, pushing her firmly down into the bed, her breasts squashed against his chest.

He kept attacking her neck while he fucked her, finding the right angle that made her weep. He made sure to keep hitting it with every thrust. And once he was almost there, he wanted her to come at the same time so he sneaked a hand down between them to rub her clit with his fingers.

That threw her over, made her clamp down on his cock and squeeze him for everything he had.

And he gave her everything he had. Spilling into her with a loud moan.

Amanda was totally gone, the pleasure was too much. It was incredible. She’d never experienced anything like it before.

When he pulled out of her, she whined softly. Missing the full feeling already.

She half expected him just to leave, now he had his fuck. But instead, to her great delight, he untied her wrists and then lay with her in his arms, softly stroking her back to soothe her. Her body was still super sensitive, but it was starting to calm down.

‘I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, pet.’ Tom said softly, trailing his fingers back up to the back of her neck.

She nodded, smiling.

‘You can speak, if you wish to… What’s your name? If I may ask? You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to.’

‘It’s Amanda.’ She said without hesitation. She wasn’t sure why, this was still a stranger.

For all she knew, he could be a really old ugly kind of guy. But the sex had been amazing, so she wasn’t going to complain. And he had a sexy voice.

‘Well, it is lovely to meet you Amanda.’ He chuckled. ‘And I have to say, I had a lot of fun with you. You are incredibly sexy.’

Amanda blushed hard at his words. She was sure she recognised that voice. But she still couldn’t quite figure it out.

‘Thank you. I would say the same, but it’s hard to tell being blindfolded.’ She giggled.

Tom paused for a moment. He felt bad that she wasn’t to see him at all, especially after the sex they just had. He desperately wanted to see her eyes, because she was truly beautiful. He had been worried about having more feelings for her as soon as he saw her. He wasn’t normally one to just fuck and run.

‘I uh, don’t normally do this kind of thing. At all.’ He said sheepishly.

‘Me neither. But I was fed up of dates failing all the time. I thought, why not?’ She shrugged. ‘A girl has needs too, I guess.’

Tom gripped her chin and rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. Then he leaned in again and kissed her softly.

‘Thank you for this wonderful night, Amanda.’

‘Thank you too.’ She smiled.

After that night, Tom couldn’t stop thinking about her. Every night, she was on his mind.

So he contacted the club again, asking if she was available. They said she hadn’t returned but they had her contact, so would get in touch and see what they could do for him.

Amanda was so shocked when she got a call from the club, telling her the same man was requesting her again.

Since she had nothing else planned, she obliged.

The same happened, she was blindfolded while Tom had his wicked way with her. Taking her from behind the second time after giving her a good spanking across his lap.

He spent time with her after, asking some more questions about her. Like her age, what kind of job she was in and what her hobbies were. He kept his own answers to minimal, not giving too much about himself away.

But that wasn’t enough for Tom.

He requested her again and again. Until finally, he snapped.

They had just had sex again, for about the fifth time. She was lying with her head on his chest while he stroked her back.

‘Would you like to see me?’ He asked out of the blue, not sure if he was doing the right thing or not.

‘Only if you want to. I mean, I know this was the rules you wanted.’

Tom said nothing. Instead, he carefully untied the blindfold from the back of her head and let it slide down from her eyes. When she opened her eyes, Tom was stunned again by her full beauty. His heart skipping a few beats.

It took Amanda a moment for her eyes to adjust after being in the dark for so long. But when she focused on the man, she could barely believe her eyes. He was absolutely stunning. All this time and she had been having kinky sex with a god of a man.

‘Wow.’ She gasped.

‘Wow?’ Tom chuckled.

‘You’re… so handsome.’ She blurted out with a blush.

‘Well, thank you.’ Tom grinned.

She then frowned and cocked her head to the side. ‘Wait a minute... I thought I recognised your voice.’

Uh oh. Here we go. Tom thought, worried.

‘You’re that guy from that play, Coriolanus. God, I can’t remember your name. I’m so sorry. But you were great!’ She rambled quickly.

Tom felt relief flood through him. And he found her even more adorable than he already did.

‘That is me, yes. It��s Tom, Tom Hiddleston. And it’s nice to meet you officially.’ He blushed a little.

‘I guess we are kind of past that part, since you’ve already been balls deep in me multiple times.’ She laughed, her face bright red now she had seen the handsome face of the man who had thoroughly fucked her so well various times over the past month.

‘That is true.’ Tom nodded. He couldn’t resist looking her up and down, now he could see all of her.

‘Would you… Please say no if I am over stepping the mark. But, would you like to join me for dinner some night?’ He asked, hopeful.

Her eyes lit up at his offer.

‘I would love to!’

[ramheavenandhell]

More Rick Than You Think – Chapter 4: This is exactly what it looks like

AN: Finally the last chapter of this story. Theoretically, I still could have stretched this out more, but I didn't see the point. Besides, I'm sure you were also looking forward to finally have some actual Rick/Morty action going ^v^ Warnings: Rick/Morty smut, dirty talk

More Rick Than You Think – Chapter 4: This is exactly what it looks like Rick was in a dilemma. Ever since he had started to entertain the thought about fucking Morty, it was refusing to leave his head. Whenever he was beating off (and not to spying on Morty), he began to fantasize about all the things that he could do to his grandson. He even started to have dreams about it. Of course, to the outside world he acted as unaffected as ever, but mentally it was a heavy burden on him. One that he didn't want to let Morty or anyone know about. However, Rick was only human – even if he was a mad genius that was capable of feats that owned him the right to announce himself to be a god, he was still only a human. And as such, he was bound to eventually reach his breaking point. The circumstances how that unfolded still came completely out of the blue for him. Well, maybe it wasn't really that surprising if he actually were to stop and think about it later on. Everything had started out harmless enough. He was just on another regular adventure with his grandson – not even something that would be deemed life threatening or especially dangerous. They weren't going off in Galactic Federation territory nor was it a planet that was necessarily inhabited by more dangerous or deadly creatures than existed on earth. He just needed a few crystals that were part of his portal fluid formula and no smuggling in any behinds was involved this time either. A completely innocent and harmless collecting mission that was actually pretty boring if it wasn't such a necessity. It wasn't even important for Morty to come along since he didn't need him as a shield and the little bit of work of plucking those crystals from the cave wall was also not tedious enough for him, though a good excuse to have the boy do something to feel like he had some sort of importance and didn't just come along for decoration. Rick always made sure that he involved Morty in their adventures in one way or another even if the little turd often did not appreciate it. The boy's constant complaints about one thing or other were proof of his ungratefulness. In truth, Rick just wanted to teach him something new again, wanting Morty to learn a bit more about how his portal gun worked and know what would be needed to power it if he ever were to build one of his own one day. Though one might wonder, how a simple trip like that could have gone off the rails so badly. Of course, it was Morty's fault again. Or, the fault of his damn teenage hormones. Make of it what you will. It all started relatively quickly to boot. Rick had led Morty inside the small cave where the crystals were and then handed him some tools with which he was supposed to mine them. Not even a minute later, Morty had started to cry out because he had cut himself on the sharp edge of a protruding rock. Of course, Rick had told him that he would fix that later and to not be a pussy and suck it up, but his whiney grandson had kept complaining about it to the point that Rick had examined the wound. He had indeed a rather large gash on his palm, but it was nothing life threatening. Still, being the good grandpa that he was, he had brought the boy back to his parked ship, washed the wound out with his precious (and expansive) vodka – something, to which Morty had winced and complained again – and then wrapped his hand with a bandage. Then he told him to stay at the space car and wait till he would be back with the crystals. So much for the idea to make Morty part of the adventure again. At any rate, Rick mined those glowing green rocks on his own, not thinking that anything more could go wrong today. And who could blame him? When he told Morty to stay at the car and wait, he hadn't really been asking for too much when he expected his grandson to actually listen to him and do that exactly. However, when Rick returned to the space cruiser there was no Morty. Angrily he dumped the little bag filled with crystals in the trunk of the vehicle before venturing out to find the boy. Rick knew that he couldn't be in mortal danger right now and even if he was, that one would be on him. There was nothing on this planet that could have potentially kidnapped him or anything. It was a harmless planet that hadn't developed any kind of intelligent life yet. Fortunately, Rick didn't have to search for all that long. He just found his grandson around the corner of a tall stone formation – without any pants on and petting one of the native animals. A definitely cat-like creature, which looked more than just content from the affection that it received from the human boy. And it seemed to be very curious and interested in the teen, too. Figures that Morty couldn't dig up some rocks with a wounded hand, but for jerking off, it was still good enough. Since Rick was already as peeved as he was, he didn't even consider just staying quiet and hidden and playing voyeur again like usual and instead cleared his throat loudly. Morty immediately turned around to him and looked like a deer caught in headlights while the friendly animal scurried away, scared from the new (and intimidating) presence. "Uh… thi-this isn't—" Morty started, trying to hide his naked lower body from view, but Rick immediately interrupted him.

 "Morty, are you really sure you wanna say that to me. Let's face it, we both know what this looks like and we also know that this is exactly what it is, so don't be stupid, Morty." His grandson looked with bright blushing cheeks and big, wet eyes at him and moved his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out. "Don't try to act like you're so innocent Morty. Obviously you were trying to fuck with that feline-what-ever-its-name is as-as—like you fucked with your dog." Rick went on. The boy's eyes widened in shock and now he looked like he was really going to cry. Rick sighed at the pathetic sight and pulled himself together so he wouldn't be going too hard on the boy about this.

 So he knelt down in front of Morty and actually had a gentle look in his eyes as he explained, "I know you're that age right now, Morty. Heck, I was young once, too. And it's okay to experiment and all that, but out here in space you can't just go around and fuck whatever, no matter how tempting it is. Trust me, I've made some bad decisions with that. You really need to know what is safe and what is not or it's gonna fuck up your health or might even kill you. So, you should at least ask me in advance if it's safe or not, got it?"

 Morty nodded in understanding, but still looked deeply ashamed. "Ho-how do you know about Snuffles?" he eventually dared to ask. "Oh, I know about all the things that you did. Fucking with your dog. Playing with your sister. Stealing your mom's horse dildos and stuffing them into your ass. You're into some really depraved shit, Morty." Thick tears were gathering in the boy's eyes now and rolled down his soft, round cheeks and Rick mentally congratulated himself. 'Good going, you asshole. Now you did it.' "H-hey, like I said, there's nothing wrong with that, Morty." He tried to calm the brunet again. "Sure, they're a lot of people out there that would say that it's fucked up, but I'm not one of them. You know, grandpa's been around and seen and done some crazy shit and I would lie if I said that I don't have some kinks myself that would be considered questionable."

  Morty sniffed a little, but seemed to considerably calm down even if he was still half-naked and embarrassed about the current situation and topic of their conversation. "R-really?"

"Sure, Morty. I've fucked humans, aliens, all sorts of weird species that would be considered animals and some that are basically only half-sentient plants. And that's not even the tip of the iceberg." Rick assured him. "Fooling around with your sister may seem a little out there, but it's not like you got her pregnant and she is a pretty redhead, so grandpa can see the temptation there. We both like our girls the same."

"For real? You would do that, too?" Morty sounded curious now.

"Eh, sure. Maybe. I'd probably even do you if you were up for it, Morty. You know, show you how much better a real cock is, especially if you're getting it from someone who knows what they're doing and not just an animal that fucks based on its primal needs and instincts alone." Rick winked at his grandson.

This gesture – together with that bold statement – made the brunet blush heavily again. And again, he was in that state of opening and closing his mouth without being able to speak.

Maybe, he questioned if Rick was serious? Or, was he trying to pick up on that offer and didn't know how to ask?

Whatever it may have been, Rick decided to give him an easy out and pushed him on the ground, pressing his lips against his grandson's.

The kiss was chaste and short and Rick murmured, "Want me to show you, Morty?"

Probably still spurred on by the horrible hormones that had led Morty to the stupid decision of trying to copulate with the native fauna, the boy nodded his head and that sealed it. This was all the agreement that Rick wanted and needed and nothing would stop him from fucking the last of Morty's morality out of him now.

With a growl, he latched onto the boy's lips again.

His mind was practically spinning with all the things that he could do to Morty now that he had given his consent. It made him so worked up that he needed to calm himself down again.

'Keep it slow, big boy. No need to get hasty and sloppy.' Really, the last thing that he needed was to give Morty a bad first impression of his skills just because he couldn't control himself now.

He licked at the soft warm lips, prodding with more pressure against them to make his intentions clear and didn't have to wait long before they parted. Quickly his tongue darted inside the hot cavern and plundered it of all its treasures, enjoying the mewling sound that his grandson emitted in reaction to it.

Dammit! Morty tasted so good, it was addictive!

He couldn't get enough of his taste, but on the other hand, he wanted more. So much more.

Rick ripped himself free from the teen's mouth and kissed along his cheek until he reached one sensitive ear. He trailed with his tongue over the lobe and teased the cartilage with soft nibbles, all the while trying to slow down his frantic movements.

His grandson wasn't making it any easier with his breathy moans and how he was writhing underneath him, clawing tightly into the sleeves of his lab coat – especially as he tongued at the entrance of the acoustic duct.

"Nghn…oh-oooh R-Rick~!"

Growling again, Rick bit a little harder into the lobule of the auricle before suckling on it. He slid lower, sucking on the skin of his grandson's neck now and leaving marks that would be hard to hide.

At the same time, he shifted his weight to one hand, so he could shove the other underneath Morty's t-shirt.

His palm glided over the flat stomach that quivered under his touch and wandered further up until he reached a nipple. The brunet moaned loudly as he toyed with the small nub while still leaving a necklace of love bites on the formerly pale and unblemished column of skin.

Feeling the boy's hips raising, that already fully hard erection brushing against the painful bulge in his own pants, was making Rick slowly lose his mind more and more.

Stopping what he was doing, he sat up and tore the shirt of the teen's body, taking a moment to stare and savor the look of his grandson. Morty was panting, his face was flushed, tiny tears clung to his lashes, his lips were red and kiss-swollen, an array of red and purple bruises were decorating his neck and collarbone, tiny nipples hard and cock standing at attention. He was a sight to behold.

God, he just wanted to tease the boy more. Tease him so much until he would be a crying and begging mess underneath him, about to go insane. But even more he wanted to be buried in that sweet ass as soon and deep as possible.

Choosing the middle path, Rick bent down to tease one of the nips with his hot mouth, using one of his hands to play with the other and reaching down to pump the teen's hard flesh. Pre was running freely and Morty's hips tried to move in the same rhythm as his grandfather, thrusting greedily into his fist.

"Uh! Oh, Rick…oh, Rick…" Morty's voice became more desperate with each passing second, clearly steering closer towards his orgasm.

Wasn't that just downright delicious? But Rick didn't want the boy to cum. Not yet and not like this.

He snickered at his grandson's disappointed groan when he stopped once more and quickly pulled off his lab coat, sweater and tank top. Still sitting on top of the boy, he towered over him with a lecherous grin.

"You wanna do it dirty with your old, filthy grandpa, Morty?"

"Yea-yes! Hmm! Please, Rick!"

"Yeah, bet you would love that. You're just like your grandpa, Morty. Just a filthy, depraved piece of shit. I've seen what you've done. Seen

all

of it. And I bet you would have gotten off to that—to grandpa watching you if you had known the entire time, too, wouldn't you? Oh yeah, you would. But no, you didn't notice because you were far too busy fantasizing about all that nasty and sick shit that you're getting off to."

Morty should be feeling hurt by Rick's degrading words. Well, he certainly felt humiliated by them, but they also turned him on so much more. He was turned on by the fact that his grandpa was calling him a sick piece of shit. Turned on by knowing that Rick had been watching him when he did all those naughty things. And turned on by knowing what they were going to do now – that they were going to fuck like animals on the dirty ground of this alien planet – and that it was his grandpa that he was going to do it with on top of all of that.

"Please fuck me, Grandpa Rick!" he pleaded.

"You're such a needy slut for your grandpa's cock." Rick chastised, but grinned pleased.

Making a show of unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants – honestly too slowly for both of their tastes – he whipped out his impressive length. The way that Morty was staring at it – a weird mix between shock, embarrassment and hunger – was actually very amusing.

"You can touch it, Morty, you know? It's not gonna bite."

Shyly, the boy reached out and Rick's cock twitched as that small and soft hand closed around him. Having trouble fitting his fingers all the way around the thick shaft, Morty wrapped his other hand around the pulsing flesh, too, before he began to steadily move them up and down.

"Fuck! Your hands are so small, Morty." Rick mumbled as he watched the tiny fingers move over his length almost as if he was in a trance. "Such tiny, girly, soft hands…"

Morty pouted even though it wasn't the first time that Rick made this kind of comment about his hands. However, this time the remark didn't sound as mean as it usually did. Actually, it had an almost praising tone to it, so the brunet didn't complain or stop what he was doing and instead gripped harder and stroked faster.

Rick groaned, being so worked up that it wouldn't take long for him to climax now either. Deciding that he needed to speed things up and also making good use of his grandson's delicate hands, he fumbled around in the pockets of his discarded lab coat without moving from his position.

With a sound of triumph, he held up an unlabeled tube. Morty stared at the item in slight confusion, but had already an idea what it might be.

Confirming his suspicions, Rick unscrewed the cap and squirted the contents generously on his dick and his grandson's fingers, who stopped and grimaced a little, looking at his now lube-covered hands.

"No slacking, Morty. Be a good boy and spread that lube all over your grandpa's dick." The elder ordered and grabbed one of Morty's wrists to guide his hand back to his waiting member.

Obediently, the boy continued where he left off.

Since he still had the open tube in his hand, Rick pushed its tip unceremoniously into Morty's butthole and squeezed the lube inside him. The brunet's eyes widened and he squeak as the cold gel suddenly entered him, not having expected a move like that.

"RICK!" He shouted in protest.

The elder was unfazed. "Oh, come on, Morty. You've taken so many things up your ass that you really don't have to act like a shy and fragile virgin now."

Morty had the decency to blush in shame and was unable to retort anything to that. So, he just averted his eyes.

"…s-still doesn't mean that you have to do it like that…" Came finally out in a much smaller voice.

His grandpa held back the urge to roll with his eyes at the childish behavior and instead shoved two long fingers in Morty's behind, the lubed up hole making a slightly squelching sound as he did.

Thankfully, the boy didn't bitch about that and moaned softly, taking the intrusion in stride.

Another soft growl escaped Rick as his grandson moved eagerly back into his digits and he spread them quickly to widen that snug tunnel.

Fuck! He really needed to be inside that tight heat. Right now!

Trying to hurry the process along as fast as he dared, he entered another finger, stretching the boy out more. To his satisfaction, Morty took it really well again, but after everything that he had secretly witnessed, he probably shouldn't be surprised.

Eagerly he spread out his three fingers as far as they could go to make room for a fourth.

The fit was getting tighter now with half of Rick's hand wedged inside his anus, but still no complaint from the brunet. He only murmured something that the scientist didn't quite get and bore down on the intruding digits with unrelenting eagerness.

Hungrily Rick licked over his dry lips as he eyed the boy's weeping erection.

It was really drooling like crazy and the comment "wetter than a virgin on prom night" was on the tip of his tongue.

After having stretched out his grandson's inside as best as he could, he began to wonder if he could actually fit his entire fist in there. As enticing as that idea sounded, he pushed it to the back of his mind and decided to save it for a later time. Right now, he really didn't have the patience or self-control for such experiments.

Pulling his fingers out of the enticing heat – much to Morty's dismay, who mewled longingly from the absence – Rick reposition the boy's hips so that the head of his dick was resting against the invitingly clenching and unclenching opening.

Though, he hated to ask, but he still needed to make sure that this was okay with his grandson. "Last chance to back out of this now, Morty."

"Just fuck me already, Ric—AAAAaaahh!!"

Not waiting for the teen to finish answering, Rick plunged into the velvety tunnel in a single thrust. He forced his hips to still, to let them both adjust to the sensations, but it wasn't easy.

He was so hard that it was painful! Rick couldn't even remember the last time he had been as hard as this…

Time for adjustment was something that Morty apparently didn't need because just a few seconds later, he began to buck his hips against him.

Rick tightened his hold on the boy, forcing him to still again.

"God, Morty! Calm down." He scolded. "Give me a moment here, you-you horny little bitch."

An unsatisfied groan was his answer since the brunet clearly didn't have the patience to wait any longer. Not that Rick had planned to drag this out for long. He just wanted to make sure that he wouldn't blow his load too soon.

As if to test, Rick rocked his hips after a good minute, coaxing another mewl out of his grandson.

Slowly he withdrew, already missing the heat and tightness around his cock and quickly plunged back inside again. Throwing a roll of his hips into the motion, he repeated the action, slowly building up a rhythm.

Morty meanwhile was moaning as if he had gone mad, babbling about how good it felt. The depravity of it all, almost made Rick laugh. Instead, he only rutted harder into the teen.

"Yeah, you love this, you nasty piece of shit." Rick groaned. "You just love having your grandpa's cock inside your ass, don't you, Morty?"

"Yes! YES! I love it! Your cock feels so good~"

The scientist chuckled breathily.

'So shameless, Morty…' he though fondly. '…Not even trying to deny it.'

His grandson's moans and lewd words fed Rick's ego. They also fueled his libido and he had no idea how much longer he could go on like this. The ambition to make Morty cum first was the only thing that was keeping him from going over the edge right now.

So, he sped up his pace, going harder and deeper and making his grandson practically scream.

His hips were slamming against the boy's asscheeks with enough force to leave bruises. Equally bruising were his fingers that were digging into Morty's pale skin as he pulled him into each of his thrusts.

"AAH! AH! It-it's…aah…it's so good! So…haah…so amazing…nghn…Rick! Pl-aaah-please don-nhn-n't stop! Haah!" The brunet begged.

Stopping was the last thing on Rick's mind. He kept fucking the teen brutally, eventually sparing one hand to jerk the smaller off in the same pace.

Naturally, it didn't take long for the boy to reach his climax.

"Oh god! RICK!"

Morty's back arched sharply and he came with thick, short spurts, soiling his stomach and chest. Some even reached his chin.

While he orgasmed, his insides began to spasm around his grandpa's dick, causing the elder to also finish.

"Uhn~ Fuck, Morty~" Rick groaned as he emptied his seed inside the tunnel that was still milking his cock with one last hard thrust.

It almost felt like it lasted for an eternity when in truth it was not even a full minute before it was over.

Spent and with one last tired groan, Rick pulled out of his younger lover and laid on his back next to the boy. The heavy sounds of their breathing was the only thing that could be heard.

Rick waited for the post-coital regret to set in. Not in himself – he was so fucked up that he would never regret fucking his own grandson even if he should – but as he looked over to the other, he waited for it to show up on Morty's cute, flushed face.

It didn't come. As Morty opened his eyes and slowly came out of his bliss, he didn't avoid eye contact with his grandfather nor did he looked panicked or even worried. No, he actually smiled. Smiled at Rick with such a pure and bright smile as if this had been the best decision of his entire life and it almost made Rick crumble.

It was at this moment that he truly realized that Morty was more

Rick

than he would have ever thought.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

[jeontaeh]

〚THIRTY NINE〛

Jungkook got confronted by Hoseok, Yoongi, and Namjoon a week later.

He was in the library during the study period, listening to Dolly Parton while doing math homework. Because nothing solved calculus like some good old country music! He was halfway done when he heard a clearing of a throat.

"Jeon." A voice came abruptly, and Jungkook took his earphone out and looked up, raising his eyebrow when he saw the three boys. Namjoon in his glasses, Yoongi with his disheveled shirt sticking out of his trousers, and Hoseok looking slightly nervous.

"What?" Jungkook asked, voice flat.

With everything that had been going on so far in the school year, three of his best friends suddenly shunning him and pretending like he never existed was one of the worst. He was close to them. Maybe not how close he was to Jimin, but it still counted.

They ate lunch together every single day. Jungkook used to help Yoongi with his Chemistry assignments. Hoseok used to call Jungkook 'Kookie Boy' and always grin when Jungkook scowled. Namjoon used to help Jungkook with his English homework, always ruffling his hair afterward.

To just... ignore him like that. To completely push him away and even actively make homophobic remarks towards him. It sucked.

"We wanted to talk to you." Hoseok stated, and Jungkook saw the orange haired boy and then bit his lip.

"Okay..." Jungkook trailed and then saw Namjoon sigh. "Jungkook- we came here to apologize. About being so... rude about the gay thing."

Jungkook stilled. He looked at them with widened eyes. Hoseok nodded. "We were assholes to you. You don't deserve that, Jungkook! I've been wanting to apologize for ages, honestly. It just... it occurred to us suddenly how badly we fucked up." Hoseok mumbled.

"Why now?" Jungkook asked, and then saw Yoongi give him a look.

"Yesterday at football practice- one of the guys made a homophobic comment towards Sehun. Sehun didn't say anything, but V got really mad and yelled at everyone. Said stuff about how we were being ignorant and shouldn't make jokes like these." Yoongi said, hands in pockets.

Jungkook stilled. "Oh." Jungkook said, looking down at his notebook.

"We're sorry. Truly. Jin also kind of beat our ass." Namjoon said, and Jungkook bubbled out a giggle. "So yeah. We don't expect you to forgive us-"

"I don't. Not instantly. But- but people make mistakes. And you guys are still young, so the earlier you decide to change, the better." Jungkook said, giving the boys a small smile. Hoseok and Namjoon smiled brightly, while Yoongi just gave him a small smile. "I forgive you guys."

"Yay!" Hoseok said, and then jumped into the seat beside him, startling Jungkook. "You look bored as fuck doing maths. Let me show you this new track the three of us have been working on-" Hoseok said, taking his phone out.

"You guys do music now?" Jungkook gasped, grinning. It made him realize he hadn't had a proper conversation with them for months. Random small words exchanged during classes and football practice didn't count.

"Yeah! We rap." Namjoon said, and Jungkook giggled. "Or at least we try to." Yoongi added.

"I'm sure you're great! Let me hear it-" Jungkook said, and then got lost in mindless chatter with the boys.

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eka11 @jiminpark "straight"

oohsehun wow

kth_v @oohsehun ?

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eka11 v is so fucking hot

jeonjungkooks eka thats literally mex

eka11 mine too jungkook u aint special

jiminpark yall weird as fuck

jiminpark but he's hot tho mmm im straight but wow

jeonjungkooks why tf did sehun comment 'wow'

eka11 because he has eyes

jiminpark yah no offence i know u hate v or whatever but like damn must've been fun having sex with him

eka11 it really was

jeonjungkooks yeah

jeonjungkooks anyways u guys are the worst best friends why are you bringing up how good my 'ex' looks when im BOYCOTTING him

jiminpark sorry 👉🏻👈🏻

eka11 was he fun to top

jeonjungkooks i didnt?? top him?? why would i? im a Bottom 😙

jiminpark i know i saw the disposable vaginal douche in the garbage

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eka11 anyways wbk you're a bottom hows sehun been... is he still like 'fuck me daddy i'll be ur good little boy and take ur fat cock'

jeonjungkooks sehun has never said those words ever in his entire existence in humanity

jeonjungkooks and anyways idk we haven't had sex for a while

jiminpark 👀

jeonjungkooks like it just gets awkward so i just suck him off or something :/

eka11 no offense but why are u still dating him

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jiminpark didnt u cheat on like all of your boyfriends

eka11 this isnt about me

jeonjungkooks because he came over after that whole fiasco and i was crying he kind of comforted me and stuff and kept apologizing he told me that he was scared i dont like him back

jiminpark you dont

jeonjungkooks and idk i just had some fam issues so i was being mean to everyone sorry <3

eka11 its okay bby

eka11 but break up with sehun

jeonjungkooks i dont want to hurt him again! wait he texted me one sec

oohsehun babe there's a spring prom coming up omg lets go! matching clothes and all

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oohsehun true

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oohsehun <3 <3 <3

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"10-minute water break!" Coach announced, and the boys scurried off the field and towards the benches to go drink water. Taehyung heard him, but didn't care. He glared at the red circle on the goal post in front of him. He needed to hit the target at least once.

Taehyung hit the ball hard, fast. All the boys watched as the ball went straight towards the center of the goal, but missed the target by half an inch. The boys all gasped at how close he was, but Taehyung groaned to himself, crouching down and breathing heavily.

"V go get water. Don't exert yourself," Coach said, and Taehyung grumbled under his breath and stood up to walk over to the benches. The boys were all talking. Taehyung picked his water bottle and squeezed it tightly, squirting the water into his mouth.

"That's what good pussy tastes like."

"God, shut up." Taehyung begged Jackson, who huffed and turned away.

"Are you guys going for that Spring Prom shit?" Yoongi asked the guys, who hummed, some sounding annoyed. "Yeah. My girlfriend's making me. I rather stay in and fuck, but-"

"Tell me about it, bro. Talked to this girl one fucking time and suddenly I'm her boyfriend. She's making me go too. But we might have sex after, so I'm doing it." Another guy said.

"I'm going with Jungkook." Sehun said off-handedly, looking into space. Taehyung ignored how those simple words made it feel like someone straight up STABBED him.

"Dude... y'know ever since I've stopped thinking being gay was weird.... I realized liking dudes isn't much different than liking girls. Like, there are some dudes who are like... hella cute and shit. But I don't wanna date 'em. Y'know?" Jackson voiced. The boys snickered, some grimaced as if saying we don't know.

"You're probably just bicurious." Taehyung mumbled, and the guys looked at him, saw him wiping his sweat off with a towel. "Like you're straight but are into having sex with dudes too."

"Woah. That's a thing? Holy shit, I've been confused as fuck these past few weeks." Jackson gasped, and Taehyung hummed.

Sehun suddenly got up and left. Taehyung ignored him. He heard a gasp. "What does it mean if I like dick in my mouth?"

"You're fucking gay Bambam."

"Would you guys ever hook up with a dude? Like, for experimentation and shit?" Namjoon asked.

Jimin hummed. "Yeah. I wouldn't mind. How do I know I don't like it if I've never tried it?"

"Just like I know I wouldn't like your mom's pussy in my face."

"Fuck you."

"I guess I'd only hook up with a dude if I was really really into him. Not just like that." Mark mumbled, sounding weary.

"What about you, V?" Jin asked, looking at him. Taehyung looked at him, casually. He opened his mouth to speak. Right when he was about to-

"Guys Jungkook got us cookies," Sehun said brightly.

Taehyung didn't hear. "Nah I'd never fuck a dude. That's fucking gay, bro. I'm not into that kind of-"

Jimin coughed VERY loudly. Taehyung turned and saw Jungkook right behind him. Taehyung widened his eyes.

"Oh." Taehyung let out. Jungkook looked in disbelief. Taehyung's breath hitched. "Hey, um-"

"Seriously?" Jungkook asked, voice small. "Still?"

"Jungkook-" Taehyung tried, but Jungkook just snickered humorlessly and then moved away from Taehyung, grabbing Sehun.

"Meet me after practice." Jungkook said softly, and then kissed him on the mouth and turned around by the hell, walking away. Taehyung saw him walking away and sighed.

Jimin walked up to Taehyung after Sehun walked away, oblivious. Jimin looked at Taehyung. "How the fuck do you further fuck up something already so fucked up?"

"I don't know." Taehyung breathed out, and Jimin just shook his head, letting the boy deal with this mess himself. Taehyung saw Jungkook walk off the field as if he was disappointed, but not surprised.

"Boys, back on the field. Last one here has to take 3 laps-" Coach began, and all the boys got up and ran. Taehyung walked slowly, knowing he'd end up doing laps anyway because he stays back after practice to practice more these days.

"Okay boys. We've been target practicing to perfect our kick. And, I'll be honest, ya'll suck." Coach said, and the boys hung their heads low. "Like WOW. None of you hit the target even ONCE."

Taehyung pushed past the group of boys huddled in a circle and faced the open goal post which had the red circle in front of it. Still? Jungkook's words rang in his head. Taehyung saw the ball in front of it, and then took a few steps back.

Taehyung clenched his jaw and locked his ankle, eyes boring into the ball in front of him. He took a chaste step forward, hitting his planter foot to the right of the ball. His foot needed to control how the ball moved, rather than letting the ball control his foot-

Taehyung kicked the ball forcefully, feeling the power gliding smoothly down his calf to his foot as it merged with the ball and sent it spiralling towards the net. It hit the target perfectly.

The boys saw that and started clapping and shouting, some telling the coach that he took the L. Coach watched Taehyung and smirked, and Taehyung turned around and saw the boys.

"You're seriously as good as the pros," Youngjae said excitedly.

"We're so going to win our next match!" Hoseok said, jumping up and down.

Sehun suddenly shouted. Everyone froze and looked at him. Sehun groaned, putting his hands on his face.

"What're you doing, Coach?" Sehun asked, voice low. "Why'd you make me Captain?" Sehun asked wearily. Everyone widened their eyes, and Taehyung tensed.

"You alright kid?" Coach asked, and Sehun shook his head. He shook his head and then reached his hands behind his back and took his jersey off. He took the red material off and then chucked it on the floor.

"I don't want to be captain anymore. Not when V's clearly so much fucking better than me. It's not fair to him nor to the team." Sehun snapped, and Taehyung was frozen, eyes wide.

"Oh." Taehyung breathed out. Sehun was shirtless now, and breathed heavily. "I don't want to take something away from someone if it clearly belongs to them. And the position of Captain clearly belongs to you," Sehun said, and picked his jersey up and handed it to Taehyung.

"This is... really. Really fucking sick, dude." Taehyung said softly, in awe. "Fuck. I could kiss you right now." Taehyung grumbled to himself.

"R-really?" Sehun asked, eyes growing wide, glittering, cheeks turning a bit pink. Taehyung frowned at that.

"What? No. It was a fucking hyperbole- anyways! Thank you, Sehun. But I don't think Coach can-" Taehyung began, and then he heard a groan.

"Come on, coach! V should be Captain again! He's nice now, too! He apologised to Youngjae."

"He did WHAT?! Holy shit, he has changed!" Coach gasped, and then looked at Taehyung, who was gulping. "Look, kid. I have to discuss this with the principal-"

"Becoming Captain would help me get into a good school, coach." Taehyung said softly, hands coiled, eyes big. He reminded the coach of the kid he met four years ago, with ruffled brown hair and big brown saddened eyes, just sticking through because of the determination and passion he had for football.

"Jeez. Okay, um- I'll hold a vote tomorrow. After discussing it with the principal." Coach promised, patting Taehyung's back. "Now get back to practice!"

Taehyung smiled, and looked at Sehun, snickering. "You taking your shirt off was useless, by the way. This jersey has your name on it. Plus I still have my Captain's jersey-"

"It still made the statement though- you can't deny that." Sehun said, and then tugged his jersey back on.

"Thanks." Taehyung mumbled, looking away. He could never looked someone in the eyes while saying something nice to them.

"No problem. Consider it an apology for what I did... before." Sehun mumbled, and then chuckled awkwardly and ran away, flustered. Taehyung sighed to himself, coiling his fists.

I'm in love with your boyfriend, Taehyung wanted to shout out. But he didn't. Instead, he felt something. Certain confident courage he'd always had coursing through his veins.

///

"I'm sorry," Taehyung said two days later to Jungkook, who he found alone in the washroom, standing in front of the mirror.

"I'm not the person you should be apologizing to." Jungkook said softly, and then turned around and walked away- and that was the only interaction they had.

And then two days after that, Taehyung lifted his head up and saw Jungkook standing in front of his food table.

"Yourself. Apologize to yourself." Jungkook stated simply. Taehyung was confused, but Jungkook turned around and left, leaving him like that, with only those few words to hang on by.

The week passed like that. With a certain fog in Taehyung's mind. He thought about what Jungkook said. Apologize to yourself. He didn't quite understand. He wanted to know more, but Jungkook did tell him to leave him alone.

Taehyung saw Jungkook by the lockers and walked up to him, opening the locker beside him (even though it was Yoongi's, but, whatever) and hesitated.

"Why can't things go back to normal?" Taehyung asked aloud.

"I don't know what normal is with you." Jungkook said, and then walked past him. Taehyung closed his locker in front of him, leaning against it and sighing out.

Their next conversation was the night before the prom.

"Will you ever forgive me for hurting you?" Taehyung asked, standing by the water fountain. Jungkook was also by the water fountain, and Taehyung saw his fingers tighten around the ceramic sink.

"I already have." Jungkook breathed out softly, and then leaned down to the water fountain to get water between his pretty lips.

"Why're you with Sehun?" Taehyung asked, puzzled, leaning against the pillar which was attached to the water fountain/

"I like him."

"You don't."

"You sound quite certain for someone who's so shit with their feelings." Jungkook said sharply, and then brought his head up to look at Taehyung, who had a blank expression on his face. "Sorry," Jungkook said quicker, turning around and walking away, again.

The night of the prom arrived.

Taehyung stood in front of his mirror, looking at himself. He was wearing a white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, making his veins prominent. Along with that, he wore black trousers. It was simple, but honestly, he was only going because Yoongi promised he'd give him weed after.

He heard a sharp knock on the door. Taehyung was confused as to who would come to his dorm, and opened the door, and saw Eka and Jimin. Taehyung's eyebrow rose at them.

"You guys look good. Shit, is it so fancy?" Taehyung asked, annoyed. Eka was wearing a tight silver dress, short and lifting her boobs up, her eyeliner sharp and lipstick black. Jimin had his hair swept back, showing his forehead. He was wearing a red suit.

"It is. You're not wearing that." Eka said, turning Taehyung around and pushing him into his bedroom.

"I literally don't give a fuck about this prom. I'm single and sad and want to get high." Taehyung protested.

"What the fuck is on your head," Jimin stated while looking up at Taehyung. Taehyung sighed. "It's a Gucci headband. I like wasting my dad's money."

"Understandable. Put this on." Eka said, having opened Taehyung's closet and taken out a black suit jacket. She handed it to Taehyung, who rolled his eyes and shrugged the suit jacket on.

"Here." Jimin said, picking out a Rolex watch from his desk and handing it to him. Taehyung wrapped it around his wrist, and then snickered to himself. "What?" Jimin asked, and Taehyung shook his head.

("You look hot as fuck in a suit." Jungkook said, eyes wide as he wrung his fingers around Taehyung's wrist. "C-can you fuck me with it on?"

"I can and I will.")

"Nothing. Just reminiscing the past." Taehyung said, and Eka huffed. "Dramatic bitch. Now come on." Eka said, walking out of Taehyung's dorm.

"You look hot as fuck, Eka." Taehyung said, putting his hands in his pocket. "In a friend kinda way."

"Thanks. I know." Eka said, and Taehyung snickered. Jimin eyed him and glared. Taehyung rolled his eyes.

They walked to the sports hall, where the Spring Prom was taking place. The student council went overboard with this Prom stuff. Decorating the hallways weeks before. Putting big banners which said 'SPRING PROM!' on them. Announcing it every goddamn day on the speakers.

When they walked into the sports hall, they saw it completely decorated. The sides of the walls were lined with paper mache trees which had pink blossoms on it. It looked pretty. Taehyung couldn't remember what the room looked like before, in fact. The tables on the side were lined with food and drinks. No alcohol, but someone always snuck it in. Teachers stood by the side, talking to themselves and looking around to make sure no one was doing anything wrong. There was a stage against the wall, some music nerds standing on it, playing music for the event. Everyone who went to the school was there, practically. People were dancing, talking with their friends, or just having a good time.

"Wow," Eka murmered, and the three walked into the room, looking around. Taehyung was bored already. "Why'd you guys come to my room by the way? Did you, like, know I was going to underdress?"

"No. You've just been upset for the past few... weeks. We were making sure you were actually coming. Yoongi told us about how he made you believe he had weed-"

"He was lying? Motherfucker. I'm leaving." Taehyung said, turning around sharply. The moment he did, he froze.

Jungkook stood by the entrance, looking around with his big curious eyes. He looked nervous, palpable hesitance showing from his stance. He was wearing a silky white shirt which was tucked into his tight black trousers, accentuating his waist. He wore a floral suit jacket and a choker.

"Wow," Taehyung let out this time, already feeling his insides going weak. Taehyung didn't see Eka and Jimin beside him give each other a knowing look, and then look ahead at Jungkook, who spotted the three.

"Hi!" Jungkook said, smiling and running up to them, looking less tense when he saw them. "Y-you said to meet me by the entrance." Jungkook said softly.

Taehyung wanted to give him a thousand kisses. "Sorry, Kookie. We came in. Doesn't this place look beautiful?" Jimin asked.

"Yeah! They're really going deep with this spring theme thingy," Jungkook giggled. Taehyung wanted to give him a million kisses now.

Jungkook looked at Taehyung, and tensed. Taehyung didn't know why. It was probably his presence. So Taehyung just gave the boy a small smile and turned around to walk away and find the other guys.

Jungkook, meanwhile, let out a small sigh. "He looks so good." Jungkook murmered to himself, voice gentle. "I wish he didn't."

"I know, baby. Don't think about him, okay?" Eka said, and Jungkook nodded. "Where's Sehun?" Eka asked, looking around.

"I'm here, bitches." Sehun said, and Jungkook looked at him and then rose his eyebrows. Sehun was in a bright blue suit and a black shirt and tie, smirking at them.

"Hey babe," Jungkook said to Sehun, who walked over to him, leaning down to kiss his mouth. Jungkook turned his head so Sehun could kiss his cheek instead. Sehun did, and then leaned back, scowling.

"You look... nice." Jungkook said.

"You too." Sehun mumbled. Jimin sighed, breathing out from the heavy tension in the room.

"Wow. Okay- um! Let's dance!"

The four began dancing away. Jennie, Jisoo, Lisa, and Rose joined the four, along with Yugyeom and Bambam. Jimin looked to Rose with a small smile, dancing closer to her. Jungkook was having fun, until he felt his hips being grabbed.

Jungkook got dragged to a body, and then realised Sehun had his chest pressed against his back. "You look pretty." Sehun said, kissing his neck, rolling his hips onto his back. Jungkook smiled at him, dancing back.

Sehun turned the boy around and then grabbed his waist. He reached down, kissing Jungkook's lips. Jungkook pulled away and then looked to the other side so Sehun wouldn't do that again.

"What's wrong?" Sehun asked, frowning. Jungkook shook his head, giving Sehun a smal smile. "Nothing," Jungkook reassured, putting his hands on Sehun's arms.

Jungkook looked to the side and saw Taehyung, leaning again a wall, sulking. Taehyung shifted his eyes around the room and then caught them with Jungkook's. Jungkook felt Sehun tighten his grip on his waist, and Jungkook just looked at Taehyung.

Sehun kissed Jungkook's jaw. "Do you wanna go to my room after this?"

Jungkook saw Taehyung give him a certain look. Jungkook wanted to move his eyes away, but couldn't. Suddenly, he felt a jolt through his body and turned his head, eyes widened when he was pushed back.

"What's your problem?" Sehun snapped, and Jungkook stilled. Sehun looked annoyed, eyes darkened, eyebrows furrowed.

"Nothing! I-" Jungkook began, but then saw his friends looking at the two weirdly. Sehun must've seen the same, because he grabbed Jungkook by the forearm and dragged him out of the sports hall.

Jungkook stumbled after him. "Se-Sehun-" Jungkook said, and then suddenly felt a shift as he moved out of the loud pink lightened room into the dark, vacant hallway. Sehun pulled him till the side and then let him go.

"What is it? You've been weird since we started dating- so fucking on and off. One second you want me, and another you're weirded out and want me to go away. I'm just trying to wrap my fucking head around all this, Jungkook- because- because you say you want me, but-"

"I'm sorry, o-okay? There's just a lot of things that have been going on-" Jungkook stammered.

"Then talk to me about them! I've asked you to at least try and open up to me so many times! But you just refuse to! Is it something wrong with me?" Sehun asked, frowning.

"N-no. No, you're perfect-" Jungkook said softly.

Sehun looked helpless. "Then what is it? Why did you get back together with me if you were going to treat me like shit after? You were so rude to me, and don't even talk to me sometimes when we're with Eka and Jimin. It's really awkward, Jungkook, to pretend I'm alright-"

"I'm sorry!" Jungkook cried out, and then stopped, looking at Sehun with watery eyes. The way Sehun was describing him reminded Jungkook of Taehyung.

"I-I'm sorry for- for being so weird. I just- I-I don't know, Sehun. I want to like you, I r-really do. I just can't fucking get over someone and it's r-ruining everything for me. I'm sorry." Jungkook let out, voice bubbly, as if close to crying.

Sehun tensed, and then looked down at his shoes, gulping a lump in his throat. "It's V, isn't it?"

Jungkook began crying, reaching his hands to his face to stop them, to try his hardest to stop them. Jungkook shook his head. "N-no. I don't- I am over him. I am."

"You like him." Sehun said, looking away. "He likes you too-"

"No Sehun. He d-doesn't. He just wants to have sex with me, that's all-" Jungkook tried, but Sehun snickered, looking away.

"That night. That night when we first had sex. When you left suddenly to comfort V- did you two do anything?" Sehun asked, fingers coiled. Jungkook sniffled. "Because the next day you were all fucking over him-"

"Sehun-"

"So he wants you for sex, huh? And you're still hung over him? Even though you have guys who like you for you?" Sehun asked, and Jungkook looked down, clenching his fists and shutting his eyes. "That's pretty fucking pathetic, Kook."

"I know. Stop telling me, p-please." Jungkook tried, and Sehun tsked.

"I don't want to be rude. You just made me feel so fucking shit for the past few weeks. If you just told me I was a fucking rebound for an asshole-"

"Y-you w-weren't-"

"-I wouldn't have ever asked you out. You probably just did it to make him jealous. I'm so fucking stupid." Sehun muttered under his breath, looking away. "Well, honestly- I don't care much. You're hung over a dude who's probably going to slap you across the face when you say no to him-"

"He wouldn't!" Jungkook cried, tears rushing down his face. Sehun looked at him, pausing. "H-he wouldn't fucking do that! You don't know him, no one does! I don't either, o-okay? I thought I did- I-I thought I knew him, b-but I don't! And I'm still in love with him, i-is that what you want me to tell you?" Jungkook shouted, voice breaking.

"I f-fell in love for a guy who doesn't give ha-half a shit about me. And I'm sorry." Jungkook squeaked out weakly. Sehun let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Jungkook felt the warm tears running down his face and put his hand over his mouth, shoulders trembling.

"I'm sorry. I-I need to go. I'll ask Jimin and Eka to come here-" Sehun said, and Jungkook didn't care, just slid down the wall, sitting down on the floor like the fucking mess he was- tears running down his face.

Jungkook sat there for a bit, crying softly. He felt the same feeling he had back when Taehyung told him he didn't mean anything to him. When Jungkook found him sleeping with Eka, and Taehyung slammed the door in his face. So fucking hurt.

"Kookie," A soft voice came, and Jungkook looked up.

Taehyung had his eyes big, looking at the pretty boy on the floor, tears in his eyes and stains of it weaving a path down his cheeks. Taehyung had one hand in his pocket, heart thudding as he crouched down to face him.

"K-Kookie, you-"

"Don't." Jungkook said, and then closed his eyes. Taehyung didn't push him. He just looked at him. "P-please. Leave me be."

"Not when you're like this, I can't." Taehyung said softly.

"God f-fucking damnit, Taehyung- stop pretending you c-care about me! You'll j-just lead me on to hurt me again. You don't know how I felt for those two months w-we spent together, Tae. You don't. Just. Please go." Jungkook said meekly, sniffling and looking up at the ceiling.

"I-I do care." Taehyung said, but he sounded hesitant, and it made Jungkook chuckle.

"You still think you're straight, Tae." Jungkook let out, voice weak. "You're far from being able to care about me."

Taehyung froze. He looked at Jungkook, who stood up from the floor, eyes slightly red from the tears. Taehyung's breath hitched, and then he let out- "I-I'm so fucking scared, Kookie. I'm not as- as brave as you. I never will be."

"T-then come meet me when you are." Jungkook stated, and then left, leaving Taehyung in the hallway.

Jungkook walked back in the sports hall, probably to tell Jimin and Eka of where he was, they were probably worried. Taehyung tightened his fists. He couldn't describe it. Couldn't describe the absolute fear that reaped through his body at the thought of-

At the thought of what?

Was it of everyone finding out?

Was that what he was afraid of?

Or was it something bigger than that? His mother, his father, what they'd taught him. What his mother had left him with. That fear that he was doing what she would've resented.

But at the fleeting moment, at that split second, that passing of time when the moon glowed outside like a watchful guardian- Taehyung realized. He rose to his feet, standing up. His heart drummed loudly against his chest, as if on beat, heightening his senses and telling him to hurry up. He was running out of time.

Taehyung took a step forward, towards the sports hall. Jungkook. His beautiful eyes, how they looked like they'd been dipped in honey and the core of sunlight. How his giggles sounded like that of harmonious angels. How his smile would always make Taehyung feel so much... better.

Something he hadn't felt since his mother had died. A sense of belonging. Home.

Taehyung walked towards the sports hall and entered it, seeing people still dancing, some chill song playing. Taehyung couldn't find Jungkook. His heart was racing. His anxiety was brimming at the bottom of his stomach.

He felt, at that moment, like he could do anything.

Taehyung felt absolute impulse take him over. Adrenaline started pumping down his body, the same he felt at football matches. This felt like a football match, except the goal was something different, and his aim was fucking terrible.

Taehyung let go. He ran straight forward and jumped onto the stage, startling the dudes in the band. They all looked at Taehyung, who carelessly grabbed the microphone from the lead singer, some kid from the grade below. The kid looked annoyed, but Taehyung mumbled "It'll only take a minute."

The band stopped playing, and everyone groaned, annoyed that the music stopped. Taehyung cleared his throat into the microphone, and then took a deep breath. "Shut up!" Taehyung shouted loudly, and everyone in the room shook.

Everyone went silent and turned to look at him with wide eyes, as if wondering why the fuck he was yelling while standing on a stage. Taehyung looked around, and then spotted Jungkook. The boy was facing away, grabbing his phone and trying to walk over to the exit.

"Wait." Taehyung said, and Jungkook paused and looked at him, a blank expression on his face. He looked annoyed.

Taehyung looked around. "Hi guys." Taehyung said, seeing all these kids he'd seen every day for the past three years. "This- this prom is cool, right? Like the- um- flowers and stuff." Taehyung stammered, and then cleared his throat.

"Okay. Hello. I've never formally introduced myself. Most of you know me as V. Captain of the football team." Taehyung said, and saw Sehun in the back of the room, frowning as well. Taehyung took a deep breath, seeing all the students looking at him with wide eyes. "But- but most of you don't know my real name."

Taehyung gulped. "I'm Taehyung. Kim Taehyung." Taehyung said, and there was a hushed whisper that fell across the room. He'd never said his full name out loud like this.

"Most of you know me as that asshole that bullies you, probably. Fair enough. I've made mistakes. A lot of them." Taehyung said. "I don't expect to be forgiven. I just want you to know I'm trying. And I'm changing, and growth is- is normal. It's normal." Taehyung said, nodding.

Everyone looked confused, still. They wanted to start dancing again, probably. But most actually looked intrigued, never having seen the guy speak more than 3 words at best which weren't insults.

"I'm standing here right now because I made a mistake. A really big one." Taehyung said, shaking his head. "I hurt someone. Badly. I hurt someone over and over again, and I shouldn't have. By the time I realized how much the person meant to me, it was too late." Taehyung mumbled, and everyone looked more confused.

Taehyung looked around, and then spotted Jungkook standing beside his friends, just the hint of confusion on his face. Not like the others, though. A more of disbelief.

Taehyung scratched his head, and then sighed loudly. "God, there's so many of you. I swear it's like the new crop of freshmen are, like, so goddamn small. I was so much taller when I was your age, what the hell-" Taehyung mumbled, and then looked around, hearing some laughs.

"I'm rambling, fuck. Shit! Sorry, forgot I couldn't swear. Ah damn, I swore again. Fuck-" Taehyung began, and then hit his head with the mic, and looked ahead, taking a deep breath.

Fuck it. Nothing matters. Not as much as him. Nothing has ever mattered as much as he has. "I'm sort of in love with someone." Taehyung let out, and there were gasps that spread across the room.

Taehyung couldn't see Jungkook's eyes- didn't want to, in fact. "I'm sort of, really, really fucking madly in love with someone. And that someone is standing here right now, and god-" Taehyung let out a chuckle, covering his face. "You'd never think I'd be the type to- to stand on a goddamn stage in the middle of what looks like actual fairy shit and confess my love to someone, but-"

Taehyung looked ahead, and then found Jungkook. Jungkook had his eyes widened, mouth slightly agape. Taehyung smiled. "You change me." Taehyung said, words soft. "You m-make me... a better version of myself. I'm not mean when I'm with you. I'm not sad. I'm not an asshole. You make me study harder, you make me play harder, you make me... harder." Taehyung said the last part, and then started laughing.

"Shit- I just realised there's, like, 200 other people in here. I'm kidding! Don't have sex till marriage! Or, do. I don't know. Sorry Ms. Yang!" Taehyung said, and everyone started laughing. Fuck, he was going crazy. He couldn't get a hold of himself, but suddenly- suddenly it felt like he was so free. So free, so free from everything that's ever been holding him back-

"You know what else?" Taehyung asked, looking around the room. "I'm bisexual!" Taehyung shouted out, and everyone shut up real fast.

Literally EVERYONE's eyes widened and jaws dropped. Girls he'd slept with looked surprised, guys he'd bullied looked mad, people who didn't know him looked shocked. His own friends looked the most shocked.

"Yeah! I like girls, and I like guys. And there's nothing wrong with that. Like, at all. Wow. Oh my god. I said it out loud." Taehyung let out, whispered. "Fuck, okay. Shit. Yeah. It's out there. I'm bisexual. I'm bi-fucking-sexual. I'm so fucking bisexual. Wow. WOW-"

"Dude. The teachers are gonna cut the sound off any minute. Stop swearing." The lead singer dude whispered, and Taehyung nodded.

"Oh- okay okay. Sorry. No more swearing." Taehyung agreed, and then looked ahead and saw Jungkook standing behind Jimin, looking nervous, eyes wide, hands bunched up into fists.

Taehyung looked around. "I've never spoken so much. I just- I can't believe this. I feel so free, y'know? Like- like I'm high as hell, but sober. Not that I know what being high feels like, Ms. Yang don't worry." Taehyung reassured, laughing.

"Who are you in love with?" A voice shouted from the audience, and Taehyung looked.

Taehyung gulped. He leaned into the mic. "A boy." He whispered, and gasps spread across the room again. Taehyung giggled at how surprised everyone looked. "I'm so in love with him, you guys. He's the prettiest boy in the whole goddamn world. Maybe universe. Haven't seen aliens yet. Actually- scratch that. He's the prettiest boy in the universe."

Jungkook hid behind Jimin properly now, hands covering his face, his whole body trembling lightly. Taehyung gulped. Here goes.

"I'm Kim Taehyung." Taehyung said, voice clear. "I'm bisexual." Taehyung said, and then smiled. "And I'm so goddamn in love with Jeon Jungkook."

People literally started screaming. Jungkook squeaked out in surprise and got pushed out into the center by Jimin and Eka, who both looked thrilled as hell. Jungkook still had his face covered, because everyone was looking at him, eyes wide, mouths wider.

"He's WHAT?!" Yoongi shouted from the side, slapping a hand over his mouth.

"Oh my fucking god." Jin whispered, eyes wide. "Oh my god oh my GOD-"

"Guys someone drugged Taehyung and put him on that stage." Namjoon said. It was the only explanation.

"This is brilliant." Yugyeom whispered, eyes glazed. Bambam grimaced. "I fucking knew it. He always looked at him weird."

Taehyung looked at Jungkook, heart racing rapidly, stomach making a thousand turns a second. "Baby?" Taehyung said softly, not caring how that made everyone go even more in shock. "I-I can see you, you know that, right?" Taehyung chuckled fondly.

Jungkook put his hands down, blushing brightly. His eyes were filled with tears, fists clenched beside him. People had moved out of the way, so there was a clear spacing between the stage and where Jungkook was stood, so the boys could see each other clearly.

"Jeon Jungkook." Taehyung whispered into the mic. "I know- I know I'm the biggest douchebag you ever met. I hurt you. I was an asshole." Taehyung said, suddenly growing fearful. "I'm so fucking sorry, baby." Taehyung said, voice weak.

Jungkook just sniffled from where he was stood, cheeks so pink and fists so tightly clenched that he couldn't speak. Everyone was staring between him and Taehyung in awe, surprised, shocked, just couldn't believe that V, the homophobic fuck boy captain of the football team- was out here passionately declaring his love for a boy.

"R-right before I got on this stage, I thought about how you came out to everyone. Always so ridden by impulse, my Jungkookie," Taehyung said with a small fond smile, and people aww'ed. Jungkook bit his lip, looking down.

"So, I'm going to ask this. I'm really really really fucking scared." Taehyung admitted, and then took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

Be brave. Taehyung opened his eyes. "Jeon Jungkook?" Taehyung whispered, voice barely coherent. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

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Actual footage of Ian trying to wake up his dick.

Season H8 Episode 3: Where Everything’s Made Up And The Points Don’t Matter

The good(ish) news about this week’s episode is that compared to last week’s, nothing hurt all that much and no groups of innocent people were shamed.  

The bad news is-it still sucked.  It was written by the evil Krista Vernoff and had very little to do with what had gone on the week before.  Ian and Terror, in particular, seemed to have no connection with what happened in the last episode (except we saw a shot of Ian’s shitty tattoo at the end).

Since the demon show is continuing at least one more season, I wish they’d force writers to read the scripts they didn’t write, instead of (I’m assuming) just getting summaries or following general ideas on the white board.

Anyway, almost all the troubles the gang was facing last week disappeared as if by magic-or really crappy script writing.

Svetlana and Vee made up in less than 30 seconds.  While I’m glad for Svetlana, what was the point of even having her “impounded” for such a short time?  And the authorities are just going to drop the whole sex trade excuse Vee used to have her taken into custody?  And I guess maybe this will set up tension when they’re all working together at the bar again-but maybe not?  It was dumb.  

Kev had a bunch of DNA testing done-um, how are they going to pay for that?-and found out he’s Bart from Kentucky and his family tree only has one branch.  Can’t wait to see where this inbred storyline is going (please read that in a very sarcastic tone).  Last week’s bears are about to be replaced by next week’s hicks, maybe.  Smell that comedy gold!  

Youens plowed his car into a house and even that-or the threat of prison-wasn’t enough of a wake up call to try to return to sobriety.  (Why is he off the wagon after getting Lip on it?  I’m pretty sure Krista didn’t bother to write a reason, or maybe I was so bored I missed it.)  The main thing I took away from this part of the story was when Youens says if he had killed the woman in the house with his car, he would’ve gotten 20 years for vehicular homicide.  Really?  And Mickey got 15 for NOT killing a woman who was shooting at him when the cops showed up?  And with no physical evidence or witness testimony that he had tried to kill Sammi?  Wow, ain’t that a bitch?

Neil dumped Debbie (something Snore and Terror can’t seem to do with their Gallaghers) and told her she’s a horrible person.  When Debbie repeats that to her family, none of them even question it or try to tell her she’s not.  

Liam was barely in it.

Frank is all into this mellow “I’m a saint” thing now and it’s just zzzz.  

Fiona gets a tenant for the empty apartment, but the evil gf of Nessa is waiting on the staircase in her daisy dukes when he comes out from seeing the place and lies to him about bedbugs so Fi will rent the place to her friends, but for less money.  Cuz all these coincidences could totally happen-from her friends needing a place to Mel being on the spot when the one qualified renter comes to see the place.  Later Fi goes all South Side on Mel and it was so damn boring.  Rumbling over an apartment rental?  Yawn.

No Snore in this episode, but Lip does mention how he can’t even take care of Lucas anymore, so I’m betting we don’t see the kid ever again again.  It’s no big loss to the show, but it’s so stupid that Snore has no problems/struggles raising a kid on her own.   

Carl loses the hot tub (has to sell it for quick cash-or the meth dealer took it-I wasn’t paying close enough attention-he’s there when it’s taken away and he takes Carl’s towel from around his neck and that was actually kinda funny), and somehow (magic?) knows how to drive and operate a backhoe.  That someone left the keys in at the cemetery.  Krista, how many coincidences am I supposed to swallow?  Not to mention the rip off of Ian stealing the helicopter?  Get some fresh ideas!  You also have had them dig up a dead relative before.  

Now for Ian who every week is truly this show’s blank slate.  Last week he was acting like maybe he was manic-this week?  No sign of that.  Things start with a family-except for Fiona-council of war about the drug dealer that’s after them, and we get a new piece of Ian canon-he was a crack (or some other drug that Monica was using-Frank doesn’t specify) baby.  Ian tells Frank if he doesn’t help them figure out a way to get out of the shit they’re in with the drug dealer, Ian will take a tire iron to “old Frank”.  Frank says, “You’ve been a drama queen since the day you were born, Ian.  Wouldn’t stop screaming until you were fully detoxed.”  Ian does one of his stunned big blink looks, and the story moves, well not ON, but people keep talking.  

Oh, and just a side note, but Ian’s been shown drinking coffee at least twice in the Gallagher kitchen this season, and the cock mug is nowhere to be seen :(  

Next scene is Ian walking into Terror’s office area, all cocky.  “Brought you that chocolate flavored soy shit you like, then there’s coffee.”  (I’m not sure exactly what he says after “like” and Charter/Spectrum cable doesn’t communicate with my TV so the close captioning doesn’t work-don’t get me started on how I have to use different remotes to do different things.)  Terror says, “With a side of snark just how I like it,” in the most annoying, whiny voice possible.  WHAT is Ian supposed to see in him?  And, was that comment all that snarky?  And, should Ian be having what’s at least his second dose of caffeine on his meds?  

If I’m going to count how many times they needed Mickey in this episode, the meeting about how to deal with the drug dealer was one, Ian and his coffee intake is two, what fucking Terror says next is three...

“Thought you had to work today.”  NO!  Terror does not know or care about Ian’s schedule!  That was a Mickey thing and a Mickey thing only!  Ian LIES to everyone else about when he’s at work!  And so far in canon, Terror is way too into himself to know where or when Ian ever works.  Grrrr.

Ian says, “Soon, yeah.  So... that drug dealer that chased me?  Can’t seem to shake it off, don’t know what’s wrong with me.”  And he says it all small and scared-after walking into the place boasting about his cafe purchases-I don’t like how they keep having Ian’s moods change on a dime-especially since again, I just think it’s bad writing and not trying to tell the audience he’s slipping or anything’s wrong.  

Anyway, Mickey thought #4-Ian seems to be acting like if there’s something wrong, Terror will get into being his hero and fixing things for him, LIKE MICKEY USED TO DO ALL THE FUCKING TIME.  So, not only so much for “this isn’t me anymore” (which is so hard to take with all this running from killer meth dealers shit), but also WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU CAN’T FIX ME BECAUSE I’M NOT BROKEN?  (more of that in a minute)

Terror just smirks at his computer after Ian’s lines and Ian says, “You laughing at me?”  Terror answers, “Only cuz it’s still hard for me to tell when you’re joking-are you serious?”  And, WTF?  When has Ian EVER joked with Terror?  “I’m into cock. I’m a top.  I don’t want that up my ass.  I don’t want to hang out with Monica.  I told you I didn’t want to hang out with Monica.  I was with Mickey.”  Have they had any other conversations?  Has Ian ever said anything he didn’t mean to this asshat?  

Ian doesn’t answer, just sort of shrugs to answer the are you serious.  Terror says, “Wow, well nothing’s wrong with you.  I think it’s probably hard for a normal person to shake off a drug dealer chasing them.”   Ian says, “Gallaghers are not generally normal humans.”   T: Grief can change people. I: What? T: Ah, grief.  I mean, your mother died.  It changes you.  Maybe you should talk to the counselor.  (Krista!  We went over this ground LAST week and, while that should’ve been Terror’s advice then, it wasn’t, and why isn’t this story going anywhere, ever?) I: (creeplily turns the conversation into a come on) I’d rather talk to you. (Sits up, leans in towards Terror)  In fact, I’d rather do something with you that doesn’t involve talking. T: (closing down immediately and going cold) Ah, well, sorry, I’m busy trying to help out at risk youth.

So, yeah, that should’ve been his reaction LAST week-wtf?  It’s truly like last week never happened.  I wanted Terror to reply to that “I don’t feel like talking” call back in Mickey’s bedroom with, “Bitch, I just got you laid last week!  I’m never gonna sleep with you again, so there’s the door.”  But, no.  And Ian going from “I’m sad, please help it” to seductive or whatever the hell they think it is, is just...OOC and not attractive and as always, their total lack of chemistry makes everything worse.  But now that Terror has said no for the millionth time, it’s really coming off as rapey whenever Ian tries.  

Then, before he even starts his shift at work, Sue tells him his “uncle” was there looking for him and describes the meth guy, so Ian goes tearing out of the EMT station with Sue yelling after him that he has a shift.  If he STILL has his job after this 18th strike or whatever he’s up to...well, I won’t be surprised at all because Shameless has given up on reality more than ever and Gallaghers never get into any real trouble.  

There’s the scene at the hot tub with the guy dunking Carl and Ian trying to protect him with the bat, and then there’s another meeting to try to figure out what to do because they only have $9000 left from all the meth Carl sold, so finally they cave and go talk to Fiona and there’s a painful scene where she makes them admit she was right-which in this case she actually was, but in other cases she’s fucked up just as badly as they have-plus I’m NEVER forgiving her for saying Mickey would set a match to Ian’s life-what about what he’s managing all on his own since he’s been back?  What about the fact that Mickey did everything he could to always keep Ian safe and happy once he was back from the army?  Grrrrr.  

Anyway, the family digs up Monica and Krista waves her fairy wand again and has the meth dealer listen to Frank’s reasoning that half the meth belonged to Monica so them coming up with almost half the money is good enough-and that if the meth guy ever goes near his family again he’ll put him in the ground with Monica.  Yeah, meth dealers are known for compromising and listening to ownership rights theories.  And who wouldn’t be threatened by old broken-down Frank?  Eye roll.  

Anyway, Ian returns to the cemetery alone to try to put Monica’s headstone back together, but the pieces fall apart and he sits hard on his bum.  The camera’s behind him-and his shitty tattoo-so who knows if he’s crying or finally giving in to the fact that she’s dead and gone or what, but I won’t be surprised if he’s now completely over her death and ready to become a brand new man-yet again-next week.  Which is the episode where Ian supposedly crosses a boundary with a teen from the youth center.  Will his months of no sex except last week’s blowjob lead to him having sex with a teen?  Probably not, but cripes, what else could it be?  

[lumosinlove]

Do you write Johnlock too? If yes, please can you do "you'll have to carry me" from John to Sherlock? Thanks in advance!

Okay. I wrote this with the intention of including this sentence but then it took me a few days and I completely forgot about the original prompt! I’m so sorry!! But, I still figured I’d post what I had written because I ADORE Johnlock. Anyway, so sorry about that but I really hope you enjoy!!!

Sherlock had never seen John like this. He’d gotten home from the hospital and only mumbled something about a rough day when Sherlock asked. He’d said nothing more until gotten out a scotch and glass and sat down in his chair, only then preceding to demand Sherlock to play for him.

Sherlock had barely been able to focus on the strings and bow. He tried to categorize. Task at hand: Violin: Includes: smooth the bow back and forth, focus on each note-

But each time he felt a warm feeling bubble to his frontal lobe, dispersing the orderly, familiar instructions his mind naturally gave his hands and fingers when it came to his music. He’d pretended he didn’t know what was causing it, but he was too clever to trick himself in such a feeble way. John was looking at him. That was the source of the warmth. John was looking at him, bathed in firelight, lids hooded slightly, and a soft, calm smile on his face. Sherlock had finally cut off mid song, lying that something was off and that he couldn’t play like that. That he’d have to take it to the shops tomorrow. John had just nodded and poured himself another scotch.

That was how the night had begun.

It had escalated into John laughing at almost everything he or Sherlock said. He completely ignored Sherlock’s attempts to find out what had caused this drinking spree, and, honestly, it was getting harder for Sherlock to focus on that task either. He kept finding himself wanting to smile and laugh with John. (Source of Urge: John’s smile).

The warm feeling spread down to his chest. (Cause: John has never laughed this much. Effect: Emotions of happiness and relief that John is laughing.)

Sherlock tried to lie to himself again and ignore the fact that, the real overpowering emotional effect of John’s laughter was complete and utter endearment.

He sat in his chair, feeling his posture becomes less and less stiff the more John talked and laughed at himself. When his own smile finally broke through, however, John’s laughter stopped abruptly and faded into another one of his soft smiles. Just for him, Sherlock liked to think.

Sherlock swore he could feel the warmth in his toes.

“Have you finished then?” Sherlock’s voice came out higher than he meant it. By the soft chuckle John gave, he guessed that it had shown on his face.

John laughed again, letting his head fall back onto his chair and crossing his feet. He set the still half full glass down and eyed the noticeably empty bottle, “Yeah, yeah. Suppose I have.”

“Good. Now we can stop this, and you can tell me what’s really on your-“

“You weren’t enjoying my company, Holmes?”

Sherlock suppressed a slight shiver. His last name sounded entirely different coming from John’s mouth. It wasn’t cross like people usually said it. It was almost…

Sherlock shook himself, “I always enjoy your company, John. I cannot, however, ignore the fact that you are evading an… emotion.”

John laughed or sighed—Sherlock couldn’t decide which—and spread his hands open in surrender, “Well, go on then.”

Sherlock cocked his head to the side slightly, narrowing his eyes, “Go on what?”

John closed his eyes, head resting comfortably on the back of his chair, arms dropping, “Deduce me.”

Seduce me, Sherlock’s mind played instead and he stood abruptly. Heat. He glared at the fire. Heat and alcohol that’s all this is. That’s all that’s happening to you.

He could believe this lie as well, if it weren’t for the fact that he’d had no alcohol. The heat detail only happened in extreme cases. Furthermore, if he was feeling rather hot, it wasn’t from the flames in the fireplace.

He stuttered, “Well- clearly something happened at work.”

John snapped his fingers, words slightly slurred, “Very good. Go again.”

Sherlock opened and closed his mouth a few times, before forcing his eyes away from John’s face so that his other senses could actually perform their jobs. He swiped John’s coat from where it lay on the back of the client’s chair, taking a quick sniff.

“Not female related. No traces of perfume on your coat. You wouldn’t have been this open about it if it had been, so that’s two things that rule that out.” He threw the coat back on the chair, ignoring John’s stare and bringing his fingertips to his chin, “You get a half hour for lunch, not much room for any sort of discomfort there. That leaves work related, and if not female then more specifically patient related.”

Sherlock missed the way John’s smile was faltering. He continued to take long strides back and forth in front of him.

“You were working with young children today, or more specifically one young child.” He did note John’s raised eyebrow, “The Barbie sticker still on your sweater. You took one when the child did signifying you were trying to comfort her. She was scared, meaning it wasn’t a routine check-up, it was something more serious. Something you clearly had been thinking about all day given the fact that the image on the sticker is faded slightly— you’ve been touching it, thinking about the child—and that it is still on your sweater. That means something went wrong, something is wrong, and you’re worried, you wish you could-“

Sherlock froze, realizing what he had just done. John was leaning forward in his chair, head in his hands. Sherlock shuffled on his feet, startled by the sudden change in behavior and guilt rushing through him.

“I-“ He took a step forward, “John..”

“It’s fine.” John’s voice was slightly muffled.

Sherlock struggled with himself a moment more, before resigning into his gut instinct, not matter how odd it felt. He sank slowly to his knees by John’s chair, hands fidgeting in his lap. He wanted so badly to reach out and lift John’s head from his hands. He just wasn’t sure he could do it right.

“I apologize. John, I get… caught up.”

“I know, Sherlock. I know.” He let out another long sigh (Sherlock wished he was still laughing) and sat up, leaning back and looking at Sherlock, “I egged you on. ’s my fault.

“No,” Sherlock couldn’t have that, “No, John, it isn’t. I-“ He scrambled for the right words, an action foreign in itself, “I- John. I have two sides to my brain. One is logical, the other… emotional.”

John furrowed his eyebrows at him, his eyes curious rather than confused.

Sherlock’s hand reached out without his knowledge and he just barely managed to divert its path from John’s knee to the arm rest. His heart beat hard, “I’m all logic. I- You have to understand, I haven’t developed the other half like I have this one. I never thought I would have to, never thought I would, not until-“

They both sucked in a breath. Once again, carried away Sherlock thought.

Not until you he had been about to say.

Sherlock bit his tongue, “I- I… I’m sorry. Sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“Yes you did.” John said quietly.

Sherlock shook his head, caught off guard, “What?”

John suddenly let out a little laugh, his hand coming up to cover Sherlock’s on the armrest, “Sherlock, I know you. You always say what you mean. You were just doing it. Yes, I had a patient. She’s a little girl and she’s sick. That’s what happened. You figured it out and so you said it. So sure of yourself, and then… this. Me…” John’s thumb stroked over his knuckles softly, gently there but not trying to overpower Sherlock or distract, “All of that goes away, doesn’t it?”

Sherlock held his breath, eyes locked on their hands. His breathing was uneven, adrenaline and blood mixing in his veins. He swallowed hard, nodded, “Yes..”

John’s thumb stilled for a moment, then resumed, “Let it, okay? There’s…” John scooted forward in his seat and Sherlock swore the warmth radiating from him was hotter than any fire, “There’s no deducing or analyzing in this, it’s just… this.” He nodded at himself and Sherlock, “Okay?”

Sherlock blinked at John, trying to follow his instructions, trying to stop his brain. But it wouldn’t. It categorized, logging every little thing he wanted—needed—to remember from this moment.

Tan skin—fire light, John. Lips, parted, cheeks colored—result of elevated pulse—reason to be determined. Hair mussed, eyes soft, pupils blown—alcohol? Pupils could also result from attraction. Attraction to whom? Surely not-

“Sherlock, hey, come on back, yeah?” And suddenly John’s hands were on his cheeks, thumbs running along the cheekbones he seemed to pay so much attention to. Sherlock blinked wildly, lips parting, world coming back in focus. His world, at the moment, was full of JohnJohnJohn. John smiled at him, palms warm, “There we go. Come back to me… Finished thinking yet?”

Sherlock was barely aware of his mouth moving, his own voice sounded too loud given how close they were, despite the fact that both of their voices had lowered to just above a whisper, “It’s physically impossible to finish thinking. To accomplish that one would either have to die or become increasingly accomplished at meditat-“

“Sherlock. Look at me.”

Sherlock didn’t think he would ever be able to do anything but look at John again.

John’s thumbs halted on his skin, his eyes were honest and soft and Sherlock doesn’t remember anyone looking at him like that before.

“Sherlock what do you want? No factors, no reasons or logic. What do you want? Just say it. Just say whatever you’d like. Doesn’t have to make sense.”

Sherlock let out a breath. Just say it. His brain instantly went full-power despite himself, weighing the reactions John might have to what his entire body was burning for him to say. Instead of words, he found himself leaning forward ever so slightly. It felt more like he was being pulled forward, his entire being being attracted to John. Just say it.

“John..”

He focused on John’s hands against his skin. He focused on his eyes, his mouth. Nothing about them, just the fact that John was right there in front of him, lovely and patient. Still, the words were stuck in his throat. He couldn’t mess this up. When words failed, Sherlock found, actions didn’t.

He leaned forward and he kissed John Watson.

And his mind went blissfully, simply, blank. Only the moment remained.

John’s lips were warm and soft, slightly tangy from the scotch. He pressed back against Sherlock’s with equal force and, for the moment, Sherlock’s brain didn’t seem to need any of the stimulants it usually went to. He wasn’t doing a million things, thinking a million things at once. All that seemed to be noise now, white noise that silenced itself so quickly at John’s touch it was almost eerie. But it was lovely. It was freeing.

“You.” Sherlock said when they broke apart, foreheads together and breathing deeply, “I want you.”

John smiled, and Sherlock kissed him again before his mind could come back online.

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Business Dinner (Jay Park Smut)

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POV: First

Genre: Smut

Soft and passionate; no kinks

Admin: Nari

A/N: This is a little different from what was originally requested, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

A frown turned my lips downward as I glared at my phone screen. It was the night before Valentine’s Day and while most girls were all giddy to spend time with their significant other, my boyfriend and I were texting each other about having to celebrate it late due to busy schedules.

Not being able to have a romantic dinner together on the holiday for love couldn’t really be blamed on either of us, because turning down these business meetings would risk a lot for both of our careers and reputations. The man I was meeting with thought that he was being generous by taking me out for dinner, but it was actually causing me more emotional pain. I wanted to go to dinner with Jay, not a stranger.

Only thirty minutes before dinner, meeting with the boss. Looking over myself one last time, I fixed any hairs that seemed astray. My dress flattered my figure, even though I admittedly wouldn’t wear this if it weren’t for wanting to finalize the deal so badly. It revealed too much cleavage for my comfort; the only time I would willingly show this much is around Jay and everybody knows that he wouldn’t be too fond of other guys looking at me in an inappropriate manner.

Arriving at the restaurant, a waiter escorted me to where the businessman, Mr. Shin, was waiting. Mr. Shin was a handsome man that seemed to be in his early thirties with jet black hair neatly styled. He had high cheekbones, a square jaw, a narrow nose (that seemed to have been achieved through rhinoplasty), thick and straight eyebrows, and a clean shaven face. His jawline was so sharp, I was surprised my eyes weren’t bleeding. I was really starting to regret my choice of attire, considering how unexpectedly handsome he was.

“Miss?” I was pulled out of my thoughts of admiring him by his deep yet silky voice. I hadn’t expected any of this considering that we had been emailing back and forth. I looked down to see him holding out his hand. I abruptly shook his hand, embarrassed that he most likely knew why I had zoned out and that his hand had been waiting for who-knows-how-long.

I bowed my head slightly and apologized, “I’m sorry, sir. I was deep in thought. It won’t happen again.” I looked into his mono-lidded eyed that were a deep brown. They were pretty, but not mesmerizing like Jay’s.

He chuckled and nodded. “It’s alright. Sit, please.” Following order, I sat down across from his chair and spread the cloth napkin across my lap. He sat down and opened his menu.

My head snapped to the left side of the room when I heard a familiar laugh, hoping I was imagining things. Turned out I wasn’t going insane... Jay was sitting with a few of his friends and one guy I didn’t recognize. As if on cue, he looked up and met my eyes- his smile fading when he saw what I was wearing and that I was sitting with a handsome man that wasn’t too much older than I. He swiftly pulled out his phone and his fingers moved frantically across his screen, my phone soon vibrating once he stood up and started walking outside,

Hiding my phone beneath the table, I unlocked it and read a text from Jay that read, ‘Meet me outside.’ I gulped, knowing that this couldn’t possibly be good. I looked up to meet the gaze of Mr. Shin. I turned off my phone screen and politely smiled. “Excuse me, sir, but I seemed to have left my clutch in my car.”

I started to stand up, but one of his dainty hands grabbed my wrist. “Don’t worry about it. I can pay.”

I pulled my wrist away and shook my head. “No thank you, sir. It’s best to keep this as professional as possible.” Without waiting for a response, I exited the building and threw my arms around Jay’s neck as soon as I saw him and I was disappointed when he stood as still as a statue. “Babe? What’s wrong?” I pulled away and scanned his face for any sign of emotion, but found nothing.

“Who’s that guy and why are you dressed like that for him?” His gaze seemed cold and would send chills through the toughest person.

“Seriously? He’s Shin Won Seok, a rich businessman that I’m trying to finalize a deal with. If this deal wasn’t so important to the company, I would be dressed more modestly.”

“He better not touch you. I’m going to be texting you throughout this whole meeting and keeping an eye on you.”

I usually loved when he was possessive, but not right now. I rolled my eyes and heavily sighed. “Fine, but now I don’t know what to do because I claimed I was going out to my car to get my clutch, but my clutch is actually hidden beneath the table.”

A look of mischief flashed behind his eyes and he smirked. “Don’t worry, baby girl. I got it.” He grabbed my hand and lead me back indoors, heading straight for my table. I wasn’t entirely sure what this scoundrel was up to, but it couldn’t possibly be entirely good. “Here you go, babe.” He held my hand as I sat down and kissed my hand, and then kissed me passionately- far too passionate for us being out in public. When he pulled away, he kissed my nose. “Don’t worry about paying. I can cover your bill. After all, anything for my princess.” He stood up, winked at me and glared at Mr. Shin, and went back to his friends.

Mr. Shin appeared to be in shock and my cheeks were so red it must have appeared that I was just smacked. He cleared his throat and continued browsing the menu. There was an awkward silence that made me want to crawl beneath the table and die.

Throughout the night, we chatted as though we were good old friends, discussed the contract, and drank champagne that made my nose tickle from the bubbles. I stopped drinking once I felt the alcohol begin to blur my better judgement, but he continued drinking.

These events weren’t torturous and were rather fun but what made the night torturous was Jay. He didn’t physically do anything. All he did was text me. At first the texts were somewhat innocent like, ‘You look so sexy’. I assume the alcohol had gotten to him, too, because the texts became, ‘Do you have any idea how badly I want to bend you over the table?’ ‘The thought of fucking you while he watches is driving me crazy.’ ‘My thick cock is aching for your warmth, baby girl.’

Occasionally I would reply with something along the lines of, ‘Please fuck me’ and tease him back. This made sitting still even more difficult as my core began heating up and aching. It became so intense to where I had to excuse myself to the ladies’ room and fan myself in an attempt to calm down. Jay was more than likely amused by what he was doing to me but I surely wasn’t.

When I asked to the bathroom for hopefully the last time, I fanned my face and took a few deep breaths. Dinner is almost over with and then I can scold that pervert. I heard some footsteps leading to the ladies’ bathroom and watched the door. It wasn’t locked since I wasn’t using the bathroom or anything, so people would simply walk in on me standing around and acting as though something or someone frightened me.

I heard coughing and then a man came into the bathroom with me. I almost screamed when I recognized it was my boyfriend. Once the door was closed, he locked it and walked over to me, pulling me into his arms and kissing me. “Do you realize that this is the bathroom for females and you’re quite obviously a male?”

He chuckled and nodded. “I realize that, but I need you so badly.”

“We’re in a bathroom! Were you the person coughing?”

“Yep. I was pretending to be sick so I could go to the bathroom with you.” He hoisted me up onto the counter that was luckily placed so that I wouldn’t be sitting on a sink.

“If you need to use the bathroom, then there’s a perfectly good men’s bathroom next door.” He squeezed my thighs at the retort, earning a small squeak from me.

He wiggled between my thighs, causing me to feel his erect cock against my heat. “I don’t need to use the bathroom for that, smartass.”

“With how perverted and hormonal you are, I figured you would have jerked off beneath the tablecloth.” He squeezed my thighs again and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling his body nearly flush to mine. Not bothering to give a response, he kisses from my jaw to my cleavage until my dress prevents him from going further. He hikes the hem of my dress up to my mid-thigh and pulls my underwear down around my ankles.

I reach down and unzip his pants, pulling his cock out. “You’re so lucky that we can’t go home right afterwards, otherwise I’d fuck you senseless.” He pushes down one of the dress straps to reveal my breast and places sloppy kisses all over before taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking.

A small moan escaped my lips and he slowly slid his cock into my core. Having not been this intimate in a while due to hectic schedules, I felt a tinge of pain and gasped, scared I was going to rip right open. He came up and captured my lips with his.

When I felt ready, I lightly grinded my hips against his and he began thrusting. As his thrusts increased in pace and deepness, he licked my lips, asking for entrance. Once my lips parted, his tongue entered and explored every single inch of it. I moaned into his mouth due to the friction and he nibbled my bottom lip.

I soon felt my walls tightening around him just as his thrusts became sloppy, signaling he was close to reaching his climax. I squeezed my eyes shut and struggled to not let out a loud moan when my orgasm washed over me. Pulling out, he started pumping himself with one of his hands and I got onto my knees. I opened my mouth as his release spilled into my mouth.

I swallowed, stood up, and began rinsing out my mouth as he began cleaning up. Just when We were both clean and straightened up, there was a knock at the door. “Miss? You’ve been in there for a while. Is everything okay?”

“Shit...”

[call-me-rei]

Chapter 8

“Hold your breath and everything’s just fine.”

—

I sat on a short brick ledge with Lynn and Savannah outside of the school. The doors to the building hadn’t opened yet so the students who arrived early had to wait outside. Today I was included in that group. Lynn worked in the office first period so she always showed up early. Sav just liked being outside as the sun rose so she would sit with Lynn in the spot we were currently sitting in and watch the day start.

“I don’t get why you’re making such a big deal about this,” I said. “It’s not like it’s out of the ordinary.”

I was referring to the reason I had arrived at school so early. I was hoping to talk to the choir director about getting a spot in an ensemble. I had choir in my schedule when I first moved but it was taken off because I didn’t audition. When I asked the director why he told me to talk to him before class to see what could be done. Of course I was more than happy to oblige. Choir was the one thing I had going for me. I sucked at sports but was more than comfortable with performing so choir and theatre were where I shined. Unfortunately for me my friends thought it was a bad idea.

“I just don’t want to see you get hurt,” Lynn said.

“What, do you think they won’t accept me?” I asked, feeling nerves all of a sudden.

“That’s not what she meant,” Sav said in an all-too-recognizable tone that could only have one reason behind it.

I groaned. “Okay but I don’t give a fuck about him. He doesn’t control my life.”

“But look at the impact he’s made on you already,” Lynn said. “I know you wanna do this but he’s ruined some of those choir kids’ lives.”

“How? Why? What’d they do to him?” She just shrugged. “No real evidence, no real reason for me not to do it.”

“Kellin,” she warned.

“Oh shut up, Gunn,” Sav chimed in. “Jaime’s in band and you don’t see the little man making his life hell.”

“I guess not.”

“Who’s Jaime?” I asked.

“Little man’s best friend. He used to go to El Capitan but he transferred here last year. He and Vic have been friends ever since.”

“Have I seen him maybe?”

“Oh yeah,” Lynn answered. “He’s pretty hard to miss.” She didn’t get to finish explaining because she was cut off by two people walking toward us.

“Kellin! Buddy, ol’ pal! How’s it going?”

I cocked my head to the side in confusion.

“Um, good I guess,” I answered when the two of them were close enough.

“Excellent!”

Lynn looked at me, begging for an explanation. Savannah looked just plain amused.

“Sorry, where are our manners?”

“Ladies,” Tony said while taking his snapback off his head and bowing.

“Knock it off, Tone,” Mike said sternly, but with a smile on his face.

“Uh, what’s going on guys?” I asked. 

“Just wondering if you were okay. You ran out pretty quick last night. Hope you didn’t get in any trouble or anything.”

I shook my head. “No, everything’s cool.”

“Cool because Vic wanted to know if you’d come back today after school.”

I made a face. “And he wanted you to ask me?” That didn’t sound like him.

“No,” Mike answered. “He didn’t tell me that but I know my brother and I know he was gonna ask you. He just wasn’t gonna do it in the most…acceptable way. I thought I’d get to you first before he screwed it up and scared you off.”

Savannah giggled. “How considerate.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well thanks,” I said to Mike. He gave a nod.

“Hey, don’t tell Vic I talked to you about this or anything, you know, for reasons.”

I nodded. “Yeah, no problem.”

“Cool. Well we’ll see you guy and gals later.” Tony bowed again and the two of them left. Sav started laughing as soon as they were out of earshot.

“Dude what the fuck was that?” she asked in a fit of giggles.

“I have no idea,” I chuckled. The interaction was pretty funny, even if it was awkward as hell.

“Since when were you cool with Mike and Tony?” Lynn asked.

“I’m not sure. Since last week?”

“But you’ve only been here a week.”

“Exactly,” I said with a wink. The girls rolled their eyes and hopped off the ledge. The assistant principals had finally opened the doors of the school so it was about time that we all got inside.

“Well if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to the world of making copies for old people who can’t figure out the machines.”

“Later, Gunn,” Sav called out as Lynn went into the front office. “So are you off to do the singing thing?” she asked as we walked down the hall.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact I am.”

“Ooh Kellin, look at you being all confident,” she gushed. “I may have underestimated you.”

“Well watch out, I’m full of surprises,” I said with a wink.

“Well I’m gonna go before I ask you to take me here and now.” I laughed the comment off and waved goodbye as we headed our separate ways.

I had a good feeling about the rest of the day. It may have started out weird but I had a feeling that it would be one of the best days in a while.

***

“You know, I don’t like being ditched.” I looked up at the voice that had just spoken to me, even though I didn’t need to. I knew that voice and tone anywhere.

“Um, yeah. Sorry about that. I just really needed to get home.”

“You could’ve said something rather than run out.”

I nodded. He was right, but I didn’t exactly regret what I did. I had to get out of there. This time however I couldn’t run. I had escaped to my music appreciation class early. All throughout the day I felt Vic watching me. He actually showed up to our first period government class which was a rarity in and of itself. To top it off I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was watching me. Sure enough, that feeling didn’t go away during lunch so I made up an excuse to my friends and left the cafeteria with twenty minutes to spare. Vic must’ve noticed and followed me.

I was sitting on the floor in the back of the room writing lyrics in my notebook when he approached me. I had my headphones in listening to an instrumental demo that I had found online. It had just ended when he spoke to me, and although I could’ve pretended that it was still playing, I wasn’t exactly that kind of person.

“So why’d you leave?”

I took my headphones out and paused the track. I couldn’t answer that to his face so I stayed quiet.

“Okay, I get it.” I looked at him curiously expecting an explanation but instead he sat next to me but still a little bit away.

“Get what?” I finally asked.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” I shrugged. Although I was very confused I decided to let it be. For once Vic was civil with me in public, even if we were the only ones in the room. I wanted to savor the moment. Too bad it didn’t last long.

“Okay seriously, what happened yesterday? Why did you just leave?”

“I said I didn’t wanna talk about it.”

“Yeah but I gotta know. What did I do? It’s not like I hit you.”

“No, but-”

“Then what?” he asked, cutting me off. “What the hell could I have possibly done? Or do you just not want to work with me?”

“It’s not that,” I said rather calmly, despite the fact that he was getting worked up.

“Then what? Was it about what I was gonna say?”

“And what was that?” I asked. “What were you gonna say?”

“When?”

“Oh don’t play dumb with me,” I said. He had brought up something I’d tried to get over and it was pissing me off. He tone didn’t help the matter either. Before I knew it I was standing over him.

“What were you going to say to me?” I asked again.

“Look, just back up.”

“No. You think you can intimidate me. You think you can just tell me or anyone else what to do and they’ll do it. You think you’re so tough, so frightening. Well you’re not. Sure you threatened me but I’m not afraid of you. You can say whatever the fuck you wanna say about me. Say I’m a loser or a punk or that I’m gay; I don’t care. You don’t scare me. You’re just a tiny little man who doesn’t mean shit to me.”

I took a step back in shock. I hadn’t intended to say those things but here they were, out in the open. He stood up at the end of my rant and stared me down. I wanted to take it back, especially with that look he gave me. His eyes were cutting deep into my soul, daring me to back down. I stood my ground though. Hell, I barely blinked. No matter how badly I wanted to apologize my ego wouldn’t let me.

“Is that how you feel?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He nodded. “Fine.” Without another word he pushed past me and out of the room.

I sat back in my original spot with my head in between my knees. Never in my life had I ever stood up to someone like that. I mean, in my defense I never had to. No one ever attacked me or threatened me in any way.

The door to the room opened making me stand up quickly. Students started filling the room, talking loudly about their previous classes and the assignment Ms. Pope had given us that they hadn’t even begun to think about. I collected my things in silence and went to my seat. Ms. Pope walked in a few seconds later and we started class.

I was tempted to leave. I wasn’t in the mood to sit and listen to a lecture about the Baroque era so I didn’t. I stayed in my notebook and continued to write about whatever crossed my mind. Unfortunately all that was there were thoughts of my interaction with Vic.

What would this mean for me? Surely I wasn’t safe anymore, not that I was all that safe before. Yes Mike and Tony talked to me but it wasn’t often. We weren’t friends so it wouldn’t be hard for them to drop me from their lives. How would Vic go about it though? How would he make my year here hell?

Class seemed to fly by but Ms. Pope’s voice seemed to drag on. My mind was confused and my head hurt, as if someone hit me with a hammer. Was that what guilt felt like? Was I supposed to feel so awful? I wanted so badly to tell myself to snap out of it, to tell myself that he needed to hear it, but I just couldn’t.

I jumped out of my seat as soon as the bell rang. It wasn’t that I was eager to get home; I just wanted to do something other than sit and think. So instead I headed to the choir room to talk to the director. He had told me to come after school to discuss what I’d need to do for an audition. Although I wished he’d told me that morning, I was more than happy to go through it now.

“Welcome back, Mr. Quinn,” the choir director, Mr. Urie, said when I opened the door to the hall. “You’re punctual too; I like that.” I nodded. “Right, step into my office.”

I followed him further into the room to his office that sat in the corner. He gestured for me to have a seat and went to a shelf.

“Like I told you this morning, I usually don’t allow students to audition so late in the semester. Right now my classes are preparing for the winter concert and competition. It’s more than a little unorthodox. However, I see potential in you. I respect the fact that you had the balls to show up and ask me for a spot when you knew there was a one percent chance you’d get one. That takes guts.”

I couldn’t help the small smile that creeped onto my face. “Thank you, sir.”

“Don’t thank me just yet.” He sat behind the large desk and placed a manila folder in front of me. “Those are the audition requirements for the chorale and information for the men’s chorus. Read over that and email me if you have any questions. Because I don’t want you to get further behind I’d like to have you audition this Friday. Is that alright?”

I nodded. “Yes, I can do that.”

“Excellent. Like I said, all the information is in that folder but feel free to ask me to clear things up. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get ready for an after school rehearsal.”

We stood up and shook hands before he ushered me out of the room.

“I look forward to working with you, Mr. Quinn.”

“You too.”

With a nod and a smile he closed the door to the hall, leaving me standing there worried about how I was going to come up with audition material in three days.

[submissivelynick]

Making an Impact | Ryder & Nick

Tagging: @switchryder & @submissivelynick Location: Ryder’s suite Date: Saturday, May 27th, evening Summary: Scene Week scene, involving bondage [Ryder], chastity [Ryder & Nick], and impact play [Ryder]

Ryder: hearing a knock at the door, Ryder went to it and called through the door. "Are you kneeling, Nick? If not, please kneel and knock again when you're ready."

Nick wondered briefly if he should start kneeling in front of every Dominant and Switch's door when he came over--better safe than sorry, right? He slid down onto his knees, shifting a little until he was comfortable, and knocked on the door again.

Ryder: Ryder eased the door open, making sure Nick was on his knees before opening it fully. "That's a good boy, come on in, you can crawl over to the couch and wait for me there." Ryder stepped aside and trotted off to get a bin from his spare room that Davina had marked with Nick's name containing everything they'd need for tonight. Thank god she was organized, because Ryder sure as hell wasn't. The Switch returned and put the clear tote on the table in front of Nick. "Alright, good boy. Can you go over your limits one more time for me, and your safe word, and I want you to look into this box of spanking impliments and order them from most intriguing to most scary. Can you do that for me, Pet?"

Nick gave Ryder a little nod when he heard the instructions, and he crawled easily into his suite and over to the couch. He stayed on his knees while he waited for the Switch to return, and he cocked his head to the side when he saw Ryder coming back over to him with a bin. "I don't want any permanent marks, Sir, or anything sexual beyond hands... and maybe mouths. My safe words are yellow to pause and red to stop." He bit his lip and nervously started to look through all of the different items Ryder had brought out in the bin. "These... all look pretty scary, Sir," he said quietly. "They all look like they'll hurt pretty badly."

Ryder: "Don't worry, I'd never scar you're beautiful body, Pet. Okay, Stop lights, got it," he felt like he should have cue cards or something just to remind him over everyone's limits. Maybe make Davina stand in the corner with them while he worked. Ryder watched Nick's face as he sorted through the bin and saw the apprehension there. "Well, that's okay. We'll start with my hand and then we'll see how you feel. But this wooden spoon or the hair brush might be a good second step" He reached over and ran his hand through Nick's hair. "I won't make you do anything sexual that you don't want to do, but we're going to both be naked. If you feel like you want to suck my cock, you do it and I will adjust around you, understand? And if you do want to, don't be embarrassed, just do it, it's hot as hell, I promise." Ryder stood and stripped down, nodding to Nick to do the same. He pulled out some leather cuffs from the bin and sat back down in front of Nick, asking for his hands and legs.

Nick took a deep breath and nodded. He didn't know Ryder that well, but from what he did know of him, he trusted him to lead him through this. Leaving permanent marks was something he figured most Dominants and Switches would be reluctant to do even if it was something he wanted, but it was still reassuring to hear that Ryder had no plans for that. "Thank you, Sir, and I understand," he said, sorting through the bin and pulling out the wooden spoon and the hairbrush. He also grabbed a ruler and what he was pretty sure was a riding crop, setting them all aside on the coffee table. They were certainly the least intimidating of the items in the box, but that still didn't mean he wanted to be spanked with them. Staying on the floor, he undressed as well, taking longer than Ryder had since he had to maneuver his pants off without getting up. He held out his hands when he was done, curious about how the cuffs would feel against his wrists.

Ryder: was impressed that Nick, though clearly, nervous, still followed orders. Naked, Ryder unclasped the cuffs and waited for Nick to strip down. "Damn, son. Look at the body you've been hiding under all those clothes. " He smiled and gently attached the first cuff to his right hand. "Tell me, Nick..." he leaned down, his breath grazing the back of Nick's neck as he reached over to tighten the straps of the leather cuff. "How do you feel about my mouth...on you...on your skin, on your cock...on your ass." He gently took the other hand, attaching that cuff as well, though not connecting the two together. As he listened to Nick's answer, he cuff his ankles as well, again, not connecting them

Nick flushed at the compliment as Ryder cuffed his wrists and ankles. He was slowly getting used to being naked in front of other people, but the first time he stripped for someone new always made him extra nervous. It was reassuring that Ryder liked what he saw, but that didn't mean his heart wasn't still beating a little faster than normal as he continued speaking. "I... definitely on my skin, Sir," he said, licking his lips. "I'd like that. I'm... not sure about those places specifically, but maybe? It-- it sounds really hot, Sir. I think I'm just kind of overwhelmed with... everything." He inclined his head toward the bin of spanking tools on the table next to him.

Ryder: Ryder looked where Nick was pointing and without a second thought, took his arm and swiped it all off the far side of the table. "There. Gone." He climbed down onto the floor and knelt in front of Nick gently taking Nick's face in his hands. "Hey, Gorgeous...just let me do all the thinking, okay? You just relax. I've got you." He knew it wasn't how his father would want him to Dom, and definitely not how Nate would do it, but he didn't care. He slowly leaned in, kissing Nick hesitantly until he felt like Nick was okay with it then deepening the kiss.

Nick's eyes widened when Ryder pushed all of the toys away. "Okay, Sir," he said softly, taking a deep breath before the Switch closed the space between them. He let him lead the kiss for a few seconds before he started kissing him back. He'd never really thought about kissing Ryder before, but he had to admit that it was nice, and it did help him focus on the present rather than on his nerves. He pulled back from the kiss after a short while and smiled. "Thank you, Sir."

Ryder: Ryder leaned into the kiss when Nick relaxed, gently pushing him back and laying him down on the carpet before they stopped for air. "All focused, Pet? Now let's see about making this a little more fun..." He smiled as he nudged Nick around so he was laying with his head near the coffee table. "Hands up over your head, pet. I'm going to cuff your hands to the leg of the coffee table." He did as he said he would straddling his body. Once Nick's hands were secured, he drew his fingers down Nick's arms and over his chest. "Tell me Pet," he said quietly, as his fingers toyed with Nick's nipples, and his hips gently rocked on Nick's crotch. "...what turns you on? What drives you mad?"

Nick nodded quietly up at Ryder from his position on the floor. It was so much easier to let go of his worries about impact play with the Dom on top of him like this. He allowed himself to be shifted on the floor, and he lifted his hands over his head, stretching them up so that it would be easy enough to bind them like he'd explained. It wasn't nearly the same restriction he'd had earlier in the week, but somehow it felt just as calming and reassuring. He moaned lightly at the attention to his nipples and crotch. "I... I like power, Sir. I mean, other people having power over me. I like being teased and then denied, and... I like giving up control."

Ryder: Ryder's smile grew as Nick spoke. "Well that sounds perfect because I love watching people give themselves up to me. Scoot your legs toward the couch." Ryder reached back, securing Nick's feet to the foot of the couch, leaving Nick on his back on the carpet, his body angled between the two pieces of furniture. He ran his hands up Nick's body and settled on his nipples, teasing them as he leaned down and kissed Nick's neck. "You're not going to move. I'm going to get you hard and you're not going to cum. You will tell me how you're feeling the whole time, what feels good, what scares you, what you're thinking and you will be honest. Completely honest. And if you're a good boy after this I'll make your ass nice and red, just like how you want me to, but you're too nervous to really ask for. But I see it in your eyes, you want that pain and pleasure mixture and I will give it to you...if you're good." He kissed further down Nick's chest, running his hand down and grasping Nick's cock, gently massaging him hard.

Nick did as he was told, almost all of his tension completely eased away by the way Ryder was talking to him and binding him. "Yes, Sir," he said, a tiny bit of nerves hitting him again when Ryder brought back the idea of impact play. He was okay--more than okay--with the teasing and the denial of his pleasure, and he was used to having to be open and honest after spending so much time with Kurt and his rules. It was the thought of adding in significant pain that worried him, and he realized that he should probably speak up about that. "That reward kind of scares me, Sir," he said, biting back a moan as Ryder started to stroke him. "But I think you already knew that... I-- I like that, though, Sir, what you're doing now. Please don't stop."

Ryder: Ryder's hand moved slow and methodically, working Nick up gradually. "Good boy. I know it scares you, but you know I'd never do anything to harm you. I take care of my good boys." Ryder's free hand moved to tease Nick's nipples. "I'm not going to stop until your squirming and begging to cum....how long do you think that's gonna take? Should we make a bet?"

Nick swallowed as Ryder continued stroking him, the other playing with his nipples. He was quickly losing himself to his arousal, and he had to work to focus on the Switch's words. "I-- I trust you, Sir," he said, surprising himself a little by saying so. He didn't know Ryder that well, but so far, he'd proven himself to be trustworthy. "A bet?" he asked, a soft moan escaping his lips. "What kind of bet, Sir?"

Ryder: "A bet," he continued, as his hands kept working, "I say I'll have you begging for release in less than three minutes...if you can last longer, well, then I'll let you cum today. If you can't, then you won't cum all night, no matter how much you beg."

Nick hummed in consideration, the sound turning into another moan before too long. Three minutes? He could totally hold out three minutes without begging to come. "You're on, Sir," he said quickly, not needing to think the offer over at all. "Try your best."

Ryder: Ryder smirked, this would be fun. "Don't get cocky now, it will only encourage me," he teased, he reached over grabbing his phone off the table and set a timer. Then dipped down, his hand moving faster on the sub's cock as he lapped at his nipple slicking it then blowing cool air over it, then the same to the other. He nipped and kissed over his chest and down his abs, "So helpless here, bound on my floor. My plaything, so willing to give yourself over to me and my pleasure," he teased, kissing lower, licking down to the base of his cock, his hand still pumping.

Nick shivered with the way Ryder was playing with his nipples. He'd known they were sensitive, but this sensation was new and he liked it. He moaned as his arousal grew inside of him, and it quickly became clear that Ryder was pulling out all of the stops. He let his hips thrust upward, searching out more from the Switch's hand and mouth. His words seemed to be going straight to his cock, and he whimpered, realizing this wouldn't be as easy as he'd thought it would be. "A-all yours, Sir," he breathed, looking up at the other man.

Ryder: hearing the whimper, smirked against Nick's skin. "That's right, Darling...all mine. Good boy, getting so hard for me." He pressed his luck, kissing down around Nick's cock to lap at his balls and lick a stripe up his cock, kissing the tip before going back to his nipples, eyes searching Nick's face to make sure he was still okay with everything.

Nick could feel himself breathing a lot more heavily than normal, and it was taking a considerable amount of effort to keep himself under control--especially when Ryder started to press his tongue against his cock and balls. It felt so good, and he bit his lip to keep himself from saying anything he might regret.

Ryder: Ryder knew he was making an impression. "Oh liked that, didn't ya? On a scale of one to five how badly do you want my mouth on your cock...don't worry it won't count as begging, just be honest, My good boy."

Nick kept his lower lip between his teeth as he nodded, whining a little at the question. He pulled in a deep breath before letting go of his lip. "I... Four, Sir?" he said, turning his answer into a question of its own. His body wanted Ryder to sink his mouth down over him, craved it, but he was still in his head a little bit, nervous about moving too fast here and also about his ability to keep himself from begging.

Ryder: "Four huh? Alright, " he said, not letting on if he were happy or not about that number. The teasing continued, his fingers rubbing and pinching at the sub's nipples as his tongue once again circled the base of his cock and lapped at his balls. "Half way done, " he mentioned, not wanting Nick to get too discouraged as he ran his short nails down his stomach and then grasped the boy's cock firmly and gave him a few strokes while he lapped at the tip of his cock. "Tell me if the number changes, Darlin'"

Nick gasped out at the attention to his nipples, but he wasn't able to focus on that for very long, not with Ryder's mouth returning to his cock and balls. "Oh, Sir," he whined, his fingers interlocking with one another as he tried to grab hold of something. He wasn't able to take the teasing for too long, though, and he started nodding. "Five, Sir, please... Want your mouth on me, Sir."

Ryder: Ryder had no time to waste, only a minute and a half remaining, so as he heard Nick call five he licked his lips and slowly sunk his mouth down around the tied boy's cock. Both hands went up to tease Nick's nipples, while his tongue swirled and coaxed Nick's to cum. He hummed, sending vibrations through the sub. Time was only going to allow one shot at this, Ryder had to make it count.

Nick couldn't believe how good it felt to finally have Ryder's mouth around his cock. It was clear this wasn't the Switch's first time doing this, and he was really trying hard to get Nick to the point where he was begging to come... and he was worried that it was working. He bit down hard on his lip to try to prevent himself from saying anything, but before long, his hips were rocking upward and he couldn't take it any longer. "Sir," he whined. "Sir, please, I need you to let me come, Sir... Feels so good, you're so good at this, Sir, I just need to come!"

Ryder: With one eye on the ticking down timer, Ryder pulled out all the stops, working Nick's body expertly and finally drawing out the response he'd wanted. He gave the boy a few more minutes of pleasure before pulling off with a pop and wiping his mouth. "Sorry, what was that? Begging to cum? Oh my sweet boy...," he clicked his tongue and shook his head, then smiled. "You've made me so very happy. I love denying perfect little good boys like you." He lay down next to Nick, idly toying with the boy's cock, "So gorgeous like this..."

At first, as Ryder continued to blow him, Nick thought he might have held out long enough that the Dom was going to let him come then and there. When he realized that he was wrong, that he hadn't made it the full three minutes, his face fell and his hips thrust upward, trying to get more contact. "Sir... you're not really going to keep me from coming tonight, are you?" he asked, widening his eyes into a pout. The thought of not getting release just turned him on further, but that didn't mean he fully liked it.

Ryder: Ryder slowly stroked Nick, painfully slow. He leaned in, nipping at the boy's neck. "Well you lost the bet...How would you ever trust me if I wasn't a man of my word?"

Nick groaned, knowing that Ryder was right--he'd lost the bet and he was okay with following the terms of it, but it was definitely frustrating. "You're going to have so much fun with this tonight, aren't you, Sir?" he asked, though he wasn't really upset.

Ryder: Ryder was glad the sub wasn't feeling too upset about the turn of events. "Good boy, and yes and I am going to. Who wouldn't with a sexy boy tied up and so turned on?" He stroked a little faster, wanting to build him up to an edge again. "Good boys follow orders, and your orders are not to cum...I'm going to keep teasing you and it's your job to tell me to stop before you cum. Understood? I'm not going to keep you from cumming, you are going to willingly stop yourself because you know it's what I want."

"O-okay, Sir," Nick stuttered, knowing that he was going to be in for a long and difficult evening. "I understand." He squirmed under Ryder's touch, the friction already almost growing to be too much. He knew he could hold on for a little while longer, though, so he didn't ask him to stop. His moans grew louder, though, and he knew he wouldn't be able to last too much longer. "Feels so good, Sir... you really know what you're doing!"

Ryder: "Good boy." Ryder loved watching the boy struggle. "Of course I do, Gorgeous." Ryder was impressed with Nick' ability to hold back but he worried he was pushing himself too much. "Don't cum..." he warned, "I know you won't though...you love the tease too much, don't you?" His lips trailed down Nick's chest, over his abs and lapped at the tip of the sub's cock again, watching Nick's face.

Nick nodded repeatedly, but when Ryder dropped his head back down to his body, moving from his chest and down to his cock, he knew that it was too much. That perfect feeling started to grow inside of his balls and he groaned, shifting a little to try and get away. "Sir, Sir, stop," he said, breathing heavily as he did his best to hold himself just on this side of the edge. "I-- I'm gonna, please, Sir, need you to stop!"

Ryder: As soon as Nick spoke, Ryder noted it but took one last lap at his cock's head then sat back taking all contact away. "Good boy...shhh just breathe, " he encouraged, laying down next to him once more and stroking his hair. "Good boy to stop me...take ten deep breaths and let them out slow, and you tell me when you're ready to go again."

Nick tilted his head to get more contact with Ryder's hand, really enjoying the comforting touch there even as the rest of his body was aching for the touch to be somewhere else. "Yes, Sir," he murmured before doing as he'd been told, pulling in one deep breath after another, holding each one for a few seconds before letting it out again to make room for the next. When he got to the tenth one, he felt slightly more in control of himself, and he nodded. "I think I'm ready, Sir," he said, biting down on his lip a little. This was going to be a really long evening if Ryder kept this up.

Ryder: Ryder gently smoothed Nick's hair as he breathed. "Good boy, That's it. Just calm down. No rush here tonight," he cooed, planning his next move. He could edge the boy all night, which would be quite fun but rather boring for himself. Plus, he didn't want to push it too far. He could let him earn his orgasm back, but he again was afraid of coming off as giving it, or pushing him too far. He'd better just play it by ear, he thought, kissing Nick's neck and down his chest again. "Tell me when, Nick," he warned, this time taking Nick's whole cock head in his mouth and gently sucking it as his fingers massaged Nick's balls. His eyes stayed trained on Nick's face to make sure he wasn't making him uncomfortable.

Nick moaned softly when Ryder kissed his body, the sound only growing louder when he made his way down to his cock. "Yes, Sih-irrr," he replied, the last word getting strangled in his throat when the Switch started to play with his balls. He let his eyes fall shut, doing his best to enjoy the pleasure without enjoying it too much, but before too long, he knew it was time for him to speak up again. "Sir, it's-- it's when, Sir, please, I need to come so much!"

Ryder: Ryder felt bad, but he pulled away laughing. He tried to cover his face, not wanting Nick to think he was laughing at him. "Oh my good little boy, you're too adorable," he said with a chuckle. "I could do this all night and never get sick of it, you know that?" He gently wrapped his hand around Nick's shaft, softly running his thumb over the tip very slowly. "Tell me, Sexy...how scary does that spoon or that crop sound now?"

Nick blushed and nodded, enjoying the compliment and the attention. He moaned again when Ryder's hand went back to his cock, and that was enough to distract him from everything else. It took a few seconds for his question to filter through Nick's aroused brain, and he bit his lip, glancing from Ryder over to the bin of toys and back again. "Still scary, Sir, but... I wanna try. If you wanna try."

Ryder: Ryder waited patiently for an answer. The sub was hesitant still, but open. Ryder nodded and smiled. "Good boy...I'm going to unhook you feet and then I' going to lift of the edge of the coffee table and you're going to roll onto your stomach, understood?" Ryder undid Nick's feet, lifted the table and let Nick roll over, then set the leg of the table back down where it had been, holding his hands there by the cuffs. He sat on the floor and hefted Nick's hips on to his lap, stroking over the smooth skin of the sub's ass, while his other hands snaked between their bodies to continue teasing his cock.

Nick did as he was instructed, feeling a little embarrassed as he rolled over and was lifted onto Ryder's lap, but it was okay. It was a lot easier to focus on that than on whatever sort of impact play was coming. It somehow felt like he was more trapped now than he had been with his feet bound in place, which was strange. Once Ryder started stroking him again, though, he relaxed a little, groaning at how good it felt. "So good, Sir."

Ryder: Ryder kept stroking him slowly, and rubbed his ass slowly, trying to make sure he was at ease. "Feels good, doesn't it? Both my hands are gonna make you feel good, sweet boy." He gently tapped Nick's ass a few times with his palm, then a bit harder, just letting him get used to it not trying to cause any pain. "Should I go harder?"

Nick nodded at the first question, but he cried out in surprise when the Switch lifted his hand from his ass and let it land there again. It didn't actually hurt, but he'd expected it to. The next hits didn't surprise him as much as the first, other than pleasantly surprising him that they didn't hurt. "If you want to, Sir," he said quietly, still unsure about this whole thing but wanting to try it.

Ryder: Ryder wasn't satisfied with that answer. He wanted Nick to want it. He smoothed his hand over his perky cheeks a few more times then let his hand fall a little harder a few more times. His other hand stroked Nick faster, tryin to compensate any pain with pleasure.

Nick bit down hard on his lip to muffle the sounds he was making as Ryder continued to spank him. It was starting to hurt a little, but it wasn't a bad hurt... and Ryder's hand on his cock was definitely working well to distract him. He wasn't as turned on as he had been earlier, but he was definitely getting there, and his hips rocked downward to try and get more of his hand on that side of hmi.

Ryder: "That's it, boy, chance the pleasure," he teased as he felt Nick's body seeking more from his hand. He reached for the spoon and gently rubbed it over Nick's ass, tapping it so gently a few times, then once harder, making a smacking noise that sounded worse than it felt.

Nick moaned as he continued to rock his hips downward into Ryder's grip, glad that he had the Switch'a encouragement. He barely even noticed when Ryder grabbed the spoon, but he did once he started hitting it against his ass. He froze at the harder hit but relaxed some after a few seconds, once his body realized that it hadn't hurt as much as he'd thought it had.

Ryder: Ryder felt like there had maybe been a bit too much talk and not enough action. When the boy's body froze, Ryder got a little worried but watching him relax slightly after the initial smack had the Switch smiling. "Good boy, feels good doesn't it?" He tapped the spoon gently again against the sub's ass then again once, harder before he rolled nick off his lap and back to the floor. "Beg to cum, Nick. Beg really well an' I might let ya'"

Nick gave a moan in response to the question, not sure himself if he was answering it positively or negatively. He was too turned on to really figure out how he felt about it, but he did know that it wasn't as bad as he'd thought it would be. He gasped at the continued hits and looked over at Ryder in surprise when he heard the order, wondering if he might really have the chance to come tonight after all. "Please, Sir," he started, licking his lips as he rocked his hips awkwardly against the floor. "Please let me come, Sir, I've been so good for you and I need to come so badly, I-- I don't know how much more I can handle without coming, Sir... I need it, I need to come for you, Sir, please!"

Ryder: "Hmmm fairly convincing," he cooed, still stroking Nick's cock. He picked the spoon back up and tapped it gently against the inside of Nick's thigh, just under his balls. "Two smacks right here, and you can cum, deal, Gorgeous?"

Nick was too aroused to focus that much on what Ryder said, but he did his best to listen. He bit his lip when the Switch brought the spoon in so close to his balls, and part of him was tempted to say no. Another part of him was curious, though, and he nodded before he could talk himself out of it. "Yes, Sir... Deal."

Ryder: Ryder pumped his hand faster, pushing Nick closer and closer to his edge, because he knew these smacks would hurt more than the one's on the sub's ass did. He got Nick hot and bothered until he was writing and then he brought the spoon down quickly once on each inner thigh, not too hard but more than a tap.

Nick quickly started feeling overwhelmed with the way Ryder was stroking him, but it was definitely overwhelmed in a good way. He was so lost in his pleasure that he wasn't prepared when the spoon landed against his legs, and he cried out with the surprising pain of it. After the second hit, he cried out again, this time giving in to his pleasure and coming all over his belly and Ryder's hand.

Ryder: Ryder couldn't believe how fast Nick came. After a second of being caught of guard he stroked him through the waves of his orgasm. "Good boy...good boy, relax all done," he reassured him. Taking off the cuffs and quickly wiping up the mess with a towel from the box, Ryder stroked Nick's hair. "Dude, ya did it. How ya feel?"

Nick let his whole body collapse against the floor of Ryder's suite as he was worked through his orgasm, and he grinned dopily up at the Switch when he was spent. "Good," he murmured, trying to sit up but unable to because he'd forgotten about the cuffs. "Hold me, Sir?" he asked with wide eyes.

Ryder: Ryder held back a chuckle as the boy tried to move and was held tight. "Hold on, Darlin'l he reached up and uncuffed he boy, pulling him upright and nestling him into his side, stroking the subs hair. "Good boy, you did great, I know I pushed you."

Nick nuzzled into Ryder's body, really needing the contact right now. The Switch's hand in his hair certainly helped, too. "Thank you, Sir," he murmured. "For... everything. I wanted to be pushed." He frowned, looking down a little. "You didn't come, though. Can I make you come, Sir?"

Ryder: "You did great, Nick, really and you definitely pushed yourself. So proud of ya" he said with a smile, petting his hair. "It's okay, pet. This scene was about you. I'm going to get some lotion and rub you down, and get some food and water in you, then we'll just chill and watch some TV, okay?" Ryder kissed the top of his head and got up to get the supplies before settling into the couch with Nick at his side, rubbing him down and getting him some water as they settled in for the night to relax.