#still 18 min left where i am

[sluttywonwoo]

collision || h.js

pairing: virgin!fratboy!han jisung x best friend!reader

summary: jisung's fraternity brothers decide to pool their money and surprise him with a stripper for his birthday! nice gesture and all, but that stripper just so happens to be his best friend...

warnings: swearing, a little bit of mention of stigma towards sex workers at the end, smut (18+ ; minors dni)

additional warnings: lap dancing, dry humping

word count: 3k

Jisung’s blood ran cold as he stared at you from the opposite side of the room. A similar look of shock graced your features for a moment but it was quickly replaced by a smile, a fake one if Jisung had ever seen one. 

To be fair he had imagined this exact scenario- you in lingerie, standing in the middle of his living room- hundreds of times. But in those fantasies, the room wasn’t also full of a dozen or so of his friends.

When Jisung’s fraternity brothers told him they had a “surprise” for his birthday he knew it couldn’t be anything good but he certainly hadn’t been expecting his best friend to be the hired... entertainment for the party he hadn’t even wanted. 

“Should we leave them alone?” Minho, one of the older boys, teases. 

“We don’t get to watch?” Jeongin whines. 

“Nah, Hannie’s too shy for that.”

“That, and we only bought a private dance because it was the cheapest option,” Chris mutters under his breath, hopefully not loud enough for you to hear. 

“Let’s go into the other room, then,” Hyunjin says, finally drawing all of the attention away from you. “The others are waiting for us and we haven’t finished mixing all the drinks yet. The birthday boy can join us later.”

There’s some grumbling as the boys shuffle out of the room but they do make their exit, leaving you alone with Jisung. 

You’re the first to break the silence. “Happy birthday?” you offer with an awkward chuckle. 

“This is why you couldn’t come tonight?” 

“I was going to join later!” you correct him. “But yes, this is why I was going to be late.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I told you I had to work! I didn’t know it was you!”

“They didn’t... give you my name or anything?” Jisung realizes as he’s speaking that he doesn’t really know how your client intake works. Is there a form they fill out? Or do they just Venmo you and give you an address? Surely not, right? That would be dangerous. There had to be more to it than that. 

“They called you ‘Late Bloomer’,” you mutter, staring at the floor. “Said I’d know you when I saw you.”

Jisung’s cheeks burned and he scoffs. “Ironic. Yeah, that’s what the guys call me because they know, um, about...”

“You don’t have to say it!” you blurt. “I already know. That’s a really mean nickname.”

“All the pledges get nicknames like that,” he sighs. “Sometimes they don’t wear off after initiation.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You had taken a couple of steps closer to where he was sitting while you talked but you were still several feet apart. 

“Uh, well did you still want me to-”

“No!” Jisung shouts, cringing when he hears himself. “No, oh my god. You don’t have to do that.”

“I mean, it’s what I’m getting paid to do,” you point out. “Do you want your brothers’ money to go to waste?”

“I don’t give a fuck about their money.”

“So you don’t want me to?”

He’s sweating now. He feels it on his brow. “No, no. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

And I don’t want to cum my pants the minute you sit on my lap. 

You laugh. “Nothing can be more uncomfortable than what just happened in front of your, uh, friends.”

You had a point. “You don’t think it’ll make things... weird?” Jisung asks. 

You shrug. “Things are already weird, aren’t they? But if you don’t want me to, I'll go get dressed and we can join the rest of them at the party.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you to!” Jisung clarifies. “I mean, I’ve always been curious about... how your sessions go, like what happens and stuff, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to or that I want you to if that makes sense. Like I don’t want you to think I’m a creep-”

“Jisung.”

“Huh?”

“Instead of a real dance, why don’t I just demonstrate for you? Show you what I do, like you said?”

That didn’t sound too dangerous. 

“O-ok. You don’t have to do it on me, though. You can just, like, use a chair?”

You give him a small smile and nod. “Sure.”

There are lots of chairs to choose from but you pick the closest and drag it in front of where Jisung is sitting. You spin it so that the back is facing him and then run to get something from the bag that you’d dropped by the door when you came in. 

Jisung tries not to look at your ass as you bend down and rifle through the tote, training his eyes on the ceiling instead. He’d already been struggling not to get hard this whole time and it was about to get a whole lot harder, metaphorically and literally. 

You come back with a speaker and set it up on the floor under the chair. 

“Usually I put on some music,” you explain. “I’ll sit on the guy’s lap and ask him what he likes to listen to.” You sit sideways on the chair and cross your legs, pretending like there’s a man underneath you. “Whatever he says doesn’t matter to me, though. I just pick whatever I want to dance to and pretend his answer influenced my decision so he feels like he gets to have a say in the matter. Men like to feel special like that.”

Jisung nods along. You look up to check that he’s following before moving on. 

“Then I’ll stand back up, like this, and start dancing. Most girls dance in front of them first, to make them want it more. I used to get really self-conscious about that part because it feels silly to me but it really pays off in the end.”

Jisung gulps and nods again. He watches you sink to your knees and arch backward, spreading your thighs wider as your back touches the floor. He had no idea you were so flexible, no idea you could move like that, though he supposes he should have assumed considering you literally do this for a living. 

“And then right before I get back on his lap I’ll take off my top. Usually, it’s like a bra or something but sometimes I’m wearing a bodysuit and I’ll just pull it down.”

He doesn’t expect you to actually do it but you do. You reach behind yourself and pull on the ribbon holding the corset you were wearing together until it unravels and you can take it off. 

Jisung immediately averts his eyes, going as far as shielding his vision with a hand.

“Oh my god!” 

He hears you laughing. “They’re just boobs.”

Yeah, your boobs. 

“I thought you wanted me to show you how I usually do it,” you chide. 

Jisung hesitantly turns his head to face you again. He stares you right in the eyes, pointedly ignoring everything below your neck. “I didn’t think you would actually, um, strip.”

Your teasing smile falters. “Do you want me to put it back on? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No! You don’t have to. I’m not uncomfortable.” You look like you don’t believe him so he adds, “I just wanted to be respectful and stuff, you know?”

You roll your eyes. “You’re sweet. I’m honestly surprised you haven’t seen me topless before. We’ve known each other for so long.”

Jisung is in so much pain. “Haha, yeah me too.”

You approach the chair and straddle it like you would if someone was actually sitting there. Since there isn’t, you fold your arms on the back of it and rest your chin on your wrists. 

“I always lay some ground rules before I start, even if they’re a regular.”

“Ground rules?” Jisung asks. 

You nod. “They’re not allowed to touch me whatsoever. I’ll touch them unless they request otherwise, but only on the face and the shoulders, sometimes the chest. I’m not going to grope them or anything like that, even though I am grinding on them.” You demonstrate with the air, pretending to cup someone’s face and bring it closer to yours before pushing them away. “The whole thing is essentially just teasing someone for however long they booked me for.”

“Are there any other rules?” Jisung asks, trying to seem engaged and eager to learn more about your profession instead of focusing on how you’re riding that chair. 

“Yeah, one of my biggest rules is that the client has to stay fully clothed the whole time. There are exceptions like if they’re wearing a tie, I might loosen it or undo it. I’ve worn their ties myself once or twice.”

“Has anyone ever, um,” he pauses. 

You cock your head to the side in intrigue. “Has anyone ever what?”

“Has anyone ever like, cum? While you’re doing that?”

“It’s happened before. But they usually try not to because they’d have to pay me more. It’s in my contract. It’s also really embarrassing for them and it’s unsanitary- I won’t get into the details but it’s not very common.”

It definitely would have happened to Jisung if he had gone through with it. Honestly, it would probably happen if anyone were to give him a lap dance, but if it was you? He wouldn’t stand a chance. 

“But it’s normal for guys to get, like, hard, right?”

“Oh yeah, that’s pretty much guaranteed. Anyone would get turned on if someone was grinding on them. Sometimes it happens before I’m even on their lap, like you’re hard right now and I haven’t even touched you.”

“Wha-” Jisung’s neck snaps as he looks to confirm what he already knows to be true. He rushes to cover the bulge in his pants with his hands even though it’s way too late for that. “Fuck, I didn’t- it doesn’t-”

You brush it off. “Don’t worry, Ji. It’s a perfectly normal reaction to seeing something arousing. It means I’m good at my job.”

“No, but I’m your best friend! God, you must feel so objectified and weird...”

“Jisung, I promise I don’t feel weird or objectified. Is this too weird for you? Do you want to stop?”

“I- uh, I don’t know,” he admits. Obviously he likes what he sees, his hard dick pressing against the zipper of his jeans is proof enough of that. But he’s also never felt so embarrassed in his life. It feels so... wrong of him to be taking advantage of the situation like this. He should have taken up your offer to go join the rest of his brothers at the party because now he’s fucked. He’s a weak, weak man.  “Are you sure you’re okay with... it?” 

“Of course,” you assure him. “That’s the point of this birthday present anyway.”

Maybe, but it wasn’t supposed to be a present from you. Jisung is so overwhelmed by thoughts and emotions that he can’t even focus on what you’re doing anymore. He zones out, willing his erection to go down until he remembers that he’s supposed to be paying attention. He’s supposed to be learning. 

“So I go back and forth between grinding on the guy and dancing in front of him so it doesn’t get too intimate, and then towards the end I usually- fuck, it’s kind of hard to do when there isn’t someone actually here.” He watches you stand up and approach him. “Do you mind if I just....” you trail off expectantly. 

Are you asking what Jisung thinks you’re asking? Is whatever it is you’re trying to show him so important that you need to torture him further?

“If you just what?” 

“If I sit on your lap for this part? It’ll be quick, I swear.”

“Go ahead,” Jisung says before he can argue with himself. 

He had already dug his grave, he might as well bury himself too. 

You take a deep breath before placing a hand on each of his shoulders for balance and lowering yourself onto his lap. His legs are spread a bit so they’re kind of awkward to straddle but you’re used to it so it’s easy to adjust. 

“Wow, you are hard,” you breathe out, laughing a little. 

Jisung wants to die. He takes a deep breath of his own and steels himself before asking, “what was it that you wanted to show me?”

Your eyes light up like you had forgotten why you were sitting on him in the first place. “Oh, right. I put the music on a timer to fade out at the end of the session so when that happens I’ll grab the guy’s face like this,” you take Jisung by the cheeks and squeeze so that he’s forced to open his mouth. 

He wonders briefly if you’re about to spit in his mouth but to his disappointment you make him bite down on a piece of paper instead. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion and reaches up to pluck whatever it is from between his lips.

“What is this?”

“My business card!” you exclaim. “Smart right? I wanted to do something memorable and so far it’s gotten over fifty percent of my clients to become repeat customers.”

Jisung snorts. “Yeah, it’s definitely that and not the fact that you’re hot and have your tits out.”

“It’s all part of the sell,” you joke.

“Well, I can see why you’re working all the time,” Jisung quips. “You’re very good at what you do.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Of course I do.”

“I’m just sorry I ruined your birthday present,” you sigh. 

Jisung frowns. “What do you mean? You didn’t ruin it.”

“Yeah, I did! If your friends had hired someone else you would have gotten a real lap dance, not... an instructional.”

“I didn’t even know that’s what I was supposed to be getting! I didn’t know they had hired anyone!”

“Still, it could have been fun.”

“No, this was fun. I’m glad it was you.”

The worry line between your eyebrows softens and you smile fondly at him, making Jisung’s stomach do a somersault. Out of everything that had happened tonight, that was what affected him the most. 

He doesn’t know how much time passes but suddenly your expression changes. Your gaze shifts from relaxed to focused as you sit up and lean in, closer and closer until your nose is pressed to his. Jisung doesn’t want to speak. He doesn’t want to break the spell. His fists clench and unclench repeatedly at his sides. He’s desperate to touch you, to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you to him, but he won’t break your rule unless you give him permission. 

You break it for him, grabbing his hands and placing them on your hips.

“Is this okay?” you whisper. 

He nods, his forehead knocking against yours. “Yeah.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive.”

You swallow hard, eyes searching his for something he isn’t sure he has. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

Jisung has fantasized about this moment countless times and not a single one compares to it. Your lips are soft and warm and you taste like that chapstick you always keep in your pocket. Jisung recognizes it immediately because he’s borrowed it more than a few times. 

You moan and run a hand through his hair, pulling at the ends. It’s gotten a lot longer recently but you seem to like it. In fact, part of the reason he hasn’t cut it yet is because you keep complimenting the way he’s been styling it. He wonders if you like how it feels between your fingers. 

To his own surprise, Jisung is the first to use tongue. He feels your lips part and uses the opportunity to slide his tongue between them like you had with your business card. You moan again and this time you grind down on his lap for real. 

It catches you both off guard. Jisung’s hips follow the movement of yours, chasing your heat even when you lift yourself off of him in a panic. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t be,” he murmurs, trying to hide a smug grin, “it’s a perfectly normal reaction.”

Your eyes narrow at him. “I guess I deserved that.”

“Mhm- mph!” You kiss him before he can get another word out, this time shoving your tongue in his mouth. 

Now that you know it’s okay to grind on him, you don’t hold back. You seem so eager. If Jisung didn’t know better he’d think this had been your plan all along. 

“God, baby,” he whimpers, shocked at how shattered his own voice sounds. “This feels so good but if you don’t stop I’m gonna-” he can’t bring himself to say it. “I’m not going to last.”

You slow down and lift your head from the crook of his shoulder. “Do you want to stop?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know how far you’re okay with going but...”

“We can go as far as you want, Ji. You’re the one...” you don’t finish the sentence but Jisung knows what you’re implying. It isn’t hard to guess. It’s why he’d been given that stupid nickname freshman year. 

“You’d... you’d want me in that way?” he asks. He’s almost afraid of the answer because he doesn’t think you feel the same way about him. Even if you are down to fuck, he doesn’t think it’s because you have a big giant crush on him like he does you. Maybe you’re just horny or maybe you’d be doing it as a favor.

“Of course.” It’s not an answer that quells the burning questions he’s been holding onto since he met you but it does enough to temper the flames a bit. You want him. It’s enough. “But... you don’t care that your first time would be with a stripper?” 

He knows that’s not what you mean. He knows you’re worried that he feels like it’s inorganic. That it’s part of the job you had been hired to do. But he knows the truth. That isn’t what it is at all. 

He shakes his head. “My first time would be with my best friend. There’s no one else I’d rather it be with.”

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[paigebueckersmommy]

court side - p.b

dom!paige x reader

warning: 18+, smut, p eating

you and paige had been dating 4 months, but to the outside world you were just best friends. she had gotten you courtside tickets to her game against duke. you were wearing her jersey with a pair of jeans you knew she loved on you, and with her jersey added on top of that, you knew she would be going crazy.

you arrived to the arena 30 minutes before the game was scheduled to start. the time had passed and when the player walked in, you had your back turned to where the players were coming out of talking with a fan of paige’s.

when paige had walked out you only knew because the cheers just got louder, you turned around and felt paige’s eyes on you and the smirk you loved across here face. you smiled back and started blushing. by halftime your throat hurt from cheering in your girlfriend, screaming things such has “YES KK”, “YOU GOT IT P”, “YES ASH U GOT IT” and more, supporting the rest of her teammates whom you adored. you felt paige’s eyes on you periodically through the game, wether it was because of how tight your jeans were or the way your jersey looked on her. when the red and blue confetti came down, your screams got even louder. you were so proud of paige, she was the best thing that had came into your life.

you were on the court post game and was celebrating with the team, you went back to your apartment anticipating the sound of paige’s keys jingling in your door. you were on your couch with youtube on the tv watching paige’s best highlights, you just couldn’t get enough of the way she played the sport she loved.

when you finally heard the sound of her keys i got so excited and ran to the door, i was still wearing her jersey and a pair of spandex, which she also loved to see me in. “hey mama” paige said with a grin when she opened my door, “hi baby” you say giggling as she pulls you in for a kiss. “the kiss immediately becomes heated, she picks you up to carry you to your bedroom, “your such a slut, wearing that to my game? you distracted me.” paige said, with an angry undertone, but the smirk curling up in the left side of her face. knowing she wasn’t being serious, you replied. “aw i’m so sorry, is that why you were being so agressive in the game?” “damn right, you were all i could think about during the post game interview.” paige said.

she hovers over you as she kisses you, only for you to push her off. “i’m taking control tonight” you say with a grin full of lust. “oh really? we’ll see how you do with it.” paige says cockily. you are now hovering over her in a passionate kiss. you kiss your way down her body with paige murmuring curse words your whole way down, “mm fuck please ma”, paige says with desperation. you reach her clothes pussy, already so wet. “your already this wet, hm? i thought ‘we’ll see how i do’ am i doing good?” i say with a grin of cockiness, “so damn good pretty girl, your doing so damn good” your girlfriend says already out of breath. i slip my tongue in between her folds, earning a breathy moan from paige, i giggle against her pussy with satisfaction. paige had the prettiest pussy i had ever seen, which sounds impossible but everything about it was perfect. i started sucking on her clit, earning multiple moans from paige i a row, i enter my toung into her throbbing cunt and a few min ur es later paige’s releases under me. “holy shit holy shit fuck fuck” paige says breathlessly. i come back from in between her legs, around my mouth soaked with her juices, my toung still having remnants of her cum. “holy fuck you’re so good at that,” paige says, still recovering from her orgasm. “oh really? you thought i couldn’t make you cum P?” i said, savoring paige’s taste.

i clean up my mouth and chin in the bathroom, coming back to paige i lay down next to her. i tucked her hair behind her ear, saying “i love you paige, more than anyone.” paige smiles, which makes me smile. her smile could light up any room it needed to. paige kisses you, slipping her Toung into your mouth grazing your teeth. “i love you more than you will ever know, my beautiful girl.” paige says in the soft voice that makes me practically melt.

a/n: im so sorry this was really short and my spelling is off 😭

[afictionalwhor3]

Welcome Home

A/N: Hello all, firstly thank you for all the love you guys have shown to my fics now that they are in a masterlist I greatly appreciate it. I promise I am trying to get more fics out, but with my class schedule it is difficult, but I am doing my best. For now enjoy this Cregan smut I have been manifesting for a hot min. Divider by @dingusfreakhxrrington

Summary: Cregan love language is physical touch and he uses it to show how much he missed you

Warnings: 18+, Minors do not interact, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation

Word Count: 1.6k

Cregan's love language always has and always will be physical touch. When you two are walking through Winterfell, he makes sure your arm is wrapped tightly around his bicep. During his meetings, he likes to have you by his side so he can keep a hand on your leg or hip. Since the night you were married, he has insisted that the two of you share a bed where each and every night he tucks you into his side and uses his body to keep you warm through the long Winterfell nights.

Winter has just broken in the North, and despite the warmer seasons coming it was still chronically cold. Northerners this time of year opted for their lighter leathers and pelts. Since the weather finally broke, a group of men including your Lord Husband, left to hunt. It has been five nights since Cregan left, and you sighed as you read the latest edition to your extensive collection by the fire. The moon hung high in the sky as a light fire warmed your and Cregan's chambers. A yawn took over your body as you stood up to stretch your limbs. You decided it was time to venture into the comfortable confines of your bed, so you marked your page and placed it on the small table next to the sofa. You preceded to take your robe off, but before you could do so a knock was heard at your door.

You quickly pulled your robe over your shoulders and tied it up. You walked over to the door reasonably confused about who could need you this late into the night. "You may come in" You call out watching suspiciously as the door opens slowly and Cregan's frame comes into view. A large smile brightens your features as you barely let him enter the door before you practically jump into his arms. You wrap your arms around his neck while also burying your head where his neck meets his shoulder. You breathe him in despite the days since his last bath, the natural musk and woodsy smell was so uniquely Cregan and pleasantly familiar. Cregan wraps his arms around your waist holding you equally as tight as he puts his forehead on yours.

"Hello, my sweet wife," He whispers his voice husky probably due to the days of being in the woods. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips and you watch as a small smile takes over his handsome features. You laugh softly taking your hands and running them across his back and chest checking for any injuries,

"Are you hurt? You weren't supposed to return until the morrow?" You say happily confused about your husband's presence, but also equally concerned something could be wrong. He grabs your hands stopping you in your tracks. He brings each to his mouth laying kisses on both as he looks at you holding your hands in his,

"With winter being over, the men wanted to get back to their families. They were tired and wished to return home. I would have waited until the dawn when it was safer, but they insisted so here I am" He says pressing a kiss to both wrists "And now that I'm back I am glad for the push. I have missed you greatly Y/N" He says and you cannot stop the goofy smile that has been on your face since he walked in. It is your turn to place a kiss against his lips before you pull away to look at him.

"I was just about to get to bed if you would like to join me," You say teasing already knowing the answer. Cregan does not respond, however, and instead opts to pick you up. He easily lifts you off your feet and walks you to your bed, laying you down gently. The plushness of the blankets that greeted you upon your rest soothed your back. You maintained eye contact with Cregan while slowly untying your robe. He bites his lip watching your every move while he himself does his best to take off his pelts, leathers, and small clothes as quickly as possible. In the meantime, you slip the robe from your body and let it find its way to the floor. You start to move the straps of your own small clothes when Cregan stops you pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss,

"Allow me" He whispers against your lips before kissing down your jaw, to your neck, and then your shoulder where your strap resided. As he slid the straps off you, his lips followed all the skin he touched. He did the same thing to both sides until you lay naked before your husband. Cregan took a deep breath as he took you as if it were the first time all over again, "The gods have truly blessed me," He whispered before pressing a kiss to your navel and then traveling down to your sex. Cregan was a fan of teasing you, loving to see you desperate for a pleasure only he could provide, but tonight he wasted no time attaching his lips to your bud which caused you to moan loudly. Your eyes rolled back to your head as your hands instinctively flew to pull at his brown locks. Cregan looked at you one last time before closing his eyes to enjoy his meal.

Typically you liked to maintain a semblance of your ladyhood by controlling your moans, but tonight your moans of pleasure would be heard throughout the North. Possibly the seven kingdoms if they listened hard enough. You felt your hips grinding against Cregan's face and the way he slid one of his perfect fingers inside of you finding your spot with ease. Yet all you could process was the white-hot pleasure that was shooting from the top of your head to your toes causing them to curl. "Cregan, Husband, I am close. So close oh gods!" You exclaim holding Cregan in place as you get a glimpse of him consumed in eating your sweet cunt and that sends you over the edge. Your back arches and to any unfortunate soul walking past your chambers the sounds were equivalent to that of a pleasure house as you allowed your release to coat Cregan's lips and chin.

You began to come down from your high when you felt Cregan's arms wrap around your hips holding you open for him and if it was possible get deeper in your pussy. To no avail your hands tried to push him away as you shook your head, "Cregan please I can't. So sensitive" You plead with him, but you knew better than to try to stop him when he got like this. All you could do was cling to your sheets as the sounds of him eating your pussy became even more vulgar sounding more akin to a beast who hadn't eaten in days. In a way, you guessed you could describe Cregan that way.

The pleasure was all-consuming as you felt hot tears run down your face. It was all too much, the way Cregan's expert tongue navigated your cunt had you seeing stars. Suddenly you cursed the hot springs that lie underneath Winterfell, for a thin sheen of sweat had begun to stick to your soft skin. Without warning you felt that familiar band in your belly beginning to tighten up and for the second time in as many minutes, you felt yourself close to your peak. "Cregan, please my love. Please don't stop m'close. So close" You whispered while your hips thrashed wildly against his mouth. You were running rapidly towards a release you knew would take over your whole body. And for the first time since he began Cregan opened his eyes to take in your utterly blissed-out state. The frizziness of your hair, the heaving of your chest, and the sweat that gave you a beautiful glow in the moonlight only spurred him on. He slipped two fingers into you and curled them in a way that had your vision going almost black. His tongue continued to perform tricks on your swollen bud and you knew it wouldn't be long now.

"Come for me sweet girl. I got you" He whispers into your heat which sends you falling off the edge of blinding pleasure. It feels as if every nerve in your body is alight while your legs shake desperately in Cregan's hold. Somewhere along the way, everything gets quiet and your vision goes black. When you come to again you slowly open your legs and find Cregan coming back to the bed with a wet rag and gently cleaning you up. You whimper at his touch your body tensing as he shushes you tenderly "I know. I'll be gentle" He says reassuringly. Once you are clean to his satisfaction, Cregan places the rag on the floor along with your pile of clothes. He then gets into your bed finessing you and himself underneath the blankets. The weight of those, combined with Cregan's heavy arm across your middle and his chest against your side has you rapidly losing the battle of sleep. But before you can drift off you manage to get your eyes open enough to look at him and place a hand on his warm cheek. He looks adoringly at you his thumb running soothing across your side as you whisper,

"What about you my love? Do you not wish me to pleasure you as well?" You asked curiously using your free hand to reach down to which Cregan quickly grabbed it kissing your wrist once again,

"Please wife do not worry about me. You are tired and you will need your rest for what I have planned for the morning. Maybe Essos will be able to hear you when I am done," He teases kissing your temple now and releasing your hand. You felt heat rising to your face but in your tiredness, a dopey smile made its way onto your face.

"Well, then I hope Essos is ready for a show. The realm must bear witness to how grateful I am to have my husband back" You say before sleep finally overcomes your worn-out body.

[lostberet]

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ MOB DAYCARE CHAP. I | min yoongi (m)

𐙚 synopsis: After almost meeting Satan himself, Agust D is forced to take a hiatus from his underwork mob work. However, during his hiatus, he is stumbled upon a 4 year old. And so far, being a guardian is harder than being a mob leader.

༘⋆ genre: explicit (18+) ; angst , humor, romance , violence, suspense , smut ; haegeum au , gang au , parenthood au .

༘⋆ disclaimer: Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Child Abuse, eventual smut, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

༘⋆ a/note: omg.. I am back with this chapter, and I am so excited to write this series━ I'll go work on Heartburn now... :( likes and reposts are appreciated <3 also name ideas for the kid?

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The rule of this world is━ “The strong is King.” Those who follow this rule, fight each other in order to obtain a title. 

A few years ago, a man single-handedly fought through the ice, breaking and reaching its highest point. Those who feared him gave him a title━ Agust D, the Panther King. 

Yoongi sighed, his eyes staring into the white void of his living-room ceiling. He was once who they called Agust D. He would have still been Agust D if it weren’t for that fateful night.

Agust gasped for air, his teeth sucking back his lower lip into a tight bite. His left eye clenched shut as blood dripped down his face. He was bloody, although he wished to say the blood wasn’t his, he would be lying. His dark hair fell to his shoulders, some of it sticking to his face by the sweat and blood. With a trembling form, he made his way into the apartment, dropping his weapon on the floor. Each step he took left a small trial of blood behind him. He was tired, so tired.

Yoongi blinked, erasing the memory from his vision as he clenched his jaw. Why the past..? He thought to himself before sitting on the couch and looking at the carpet where a 4-year-old boy lay. He remembered bringing the kid into his home, he weighed almost nothing.  

Frowning at the unusual behavior of the kid, Yoongi eyed him as it slept. “Something isn’t right..” he whispered, his tongue pressing gently on his bottom lip. He snapped his fingers, an idea coming to his brain. He grabbed the nearby blanket lying on the sofa, before clumsily laying it on the kid. “Perfect.” 

The bathroom mirror was foggy, and the humidity made Yoongi sweat slightly as he dried the kid's hair. The toddler had overgrown hair that almost made him look wild. Yoongi had taken mental notes on the kid's poor hygiene, adding to his theory of the child kidnapping. Not having any child-sized clothing, the gangster had given one of his own shirts for the toddler to wear. A black shirt with the words "MINE" graphed vertically. As the older man dried the head of the kid, the child would mutter out random vocals. Frowning at the confusion vocal, Yoongi removed the towel from the kid's head, causing the kid to loop at him with a bright smile.

“You.. brat━!” Yoongi flinched as he bit back a cuss, lifting his arm up, his eyes noticing the multiple bites on his arm, “was your birth year the year of the dog?!” Yoongi exclaimed, his body trembling in desperation. Another thing Yoongi had noticed was the kid's inability to show proper manners. No matter how hard Yoongi glared at the kid, the kid only looked up at him, giving him a grin and a giggle.

As they both sat in the living room, the child freshly showered and not smelling like trash, traced his fingers on the black leather of the couch, “Since you can’t speak for nish━” Yoongi grunted as he sat next to the kid, scooping some cereal into the spoon, “I bet you don’t know how to use utensils. Come here,” The toddler tilted his head as he opened his mouth, allowing Yoongi to feed him the cereal, “You don’t look like you were raised at all..” Yoongi voiced his thoughts, the child looking at the bowl as Yoongi continued feeding him.

If it was a kidnapping.. And I send this kid away.. What if he doesn’t have a family? Will he then be an orphan? Yoongi physically yelped at the thought, “Not my problem!” His voice came out louder than expected, causing the kid to look up at him. Agust D had no time for anyone, let alone a fucking child. Deep in his own thoughts, the kid wasted no time poorly grabbing the spoon, scooping cereal ( the scoop facing down and getting little to nothing), and bringing it to Yoongi’s mouth, “ah.. Ah?” 

Is this kid trying to feed me? Yoongi raised an eyebrow, damn kid doesn't even know how to hold a spoon.. let alone be able to survive on its own━ not like i care. The gangster scuffed, wiping some of the milk from the kid's chin, earning a bright smile that only caused Yoongi’s heart to clench, this child was stabbing his consciousness. 

Yoongi threw his head back against the headboard of the bed, his body tingling, "oh.. fuck.." He choked out, his hands caressing the back, hands gripping onto the waist. His hips automatically thrust upwards earning a moan, "sir.." the voice whimpered.

The gangster narrowed his eyes, frowning his brows at the nickname, "I told you not to call me that, especially when we're having sex." He warned, yet his hips didn't lose their pace. He held onto their jaw, making them lock eyes with him, "you know my name,.. say it.." a hint of desperation in his voice as the other only pushed their lips and let out another whimper.

Yoongi leaned in, tilting their head to the side by their jaw, kissing their collarbones, sending a shiver down the spine, "c'mon, baby.. you know my name..' his voice was sweet, but his thrusts were becoming much more rougher, causing the other to grunt out, "or do you want me to fuck you until you remember it?" Yoongi asked, brushing his lips against their neck.

"Fuck.. yoongi,.." they gasped out, their hips buckling causing Yoongi to chuckle, "There you go.. always so good for me.." The mafia leader only pulled their face towards him, slamming his lips onto the other as he roughly kissed them. The kiss muffled both their moans and pants, not wanting to stop the kiss. They sucked and bit each other's lips, addicted to each other's lips.

Yoongi pulled the body close to his chest, feeling the other snuggle onto their skin, warmth hugging his heart. "You cannot leave me, understand?" Yoongi warned, making the other chuckle, "you wund me, sir." Yoongi's eye twitched. Noticing this, the other's hands cupped his face, placing a kiss on his scared eye, "you know that won't ever happen."

Yoongi's eyes opened and with a gasp, he rose from the couch. The clock had struck 3 am, and from what Yoongi could gather, it didn’t take long for the kid to fall asleep. Just a nightmare.

The man groaned, rubbing his face with both hands as he licked his dry lips. His gaze landed on the kid sleeping at the other end of the couch.

That's when your phone rang. You looked away from the never-ending document on your laptop, frowning at the unknown number on the screen you bit the inside of your cheek. After a few rings, you picked your phone up, “Hello?” 

There was silence on the other line, before that raspy voice said your name, you felt your body freeze, your heart pumping faster, “I made it clear that I want nothing to do with you.” There was silence on the other line once more before you heard a faint 'clank', “It’s important, plus, I already made arrangements with Namjoon, you’re coming whether you like it or not.” 

You could have disobeyed, you could have not shown up in the morning, really, but you were in no mood to deal with Namjoon and his scolding. His never-ending rants of how, even as your boss, he also needs favors. Yoongi was like a brother to him, the one that was able to make everyone's dream a reality and in return, they did whatever they could for him. Bunch of ass kissers you would tell yourself. Yet you found yourself dropping the bags onto Yoongi’s wooden floor, all the color being drained from your face. 

You tried to speak, confused and flabbergasted by the sight upon you. But what can you say after meeting the man you had decided to leave 3 years ago? The one guy you verbally told was a quote-on-quote dickhead that only cared about himself and then you quit on the spot, only to work under Namjoon, the guy he was closest with? You only eyed his back, noticing the way he cut the kid’s hair. 

“Y━you have a kid?!” Your ears might have started to bleed, a ringing remaining as you angrily turned to look at the owner of the pain, “Taehyung━ you son of a━ My ear!” You hissed as you reached over to grab a chunk of his hair. 

Yoongi turned to look at the small group who had entered his home, ignoring the small hairpulling between you and Taehyung. Yoongi only shook his head as he explained the situation to the others. 

“So.. that’s not your kid?” Jimin asked, his hand lazily signaling the child, “nonsense,” Yoongi muttered, picking up his cup of coffee SeokJin had placed in front of him on the kitchen table, his eyes glancing over at you, rubbing your head while glaring at Taehyung, “Jungkook and Hoseok are looking into where he’s from.”

“Yeah, Agust wouldn’t have a child this fast.” You stated, Yoongi’s ears twitched, all your attention on the kid who has sleepily rubbed his eyes and walked over to Yoongi, “What will you do with him for the time being?” 

“Sexist..” you said under your breath, making SeokJin abandon his cooking and turn to you in a snap, “untrue, Yoongi just needs help for the time being━” Now it was you snapping towards SeokJin, “raising a damn child!” 

The older one pushed his lips together, “sexist.” Taehyung stated once more, a small smirk on his lips as he winked at you, causing you to flip him off as you carried the child, feeding him some overnight oats. 

As SeokJin, Taehyung, and you stayed in the kitchen, bickering at each other, Yoongi was outside on the balcony of his living room. Holding a pocket knife, his fingers tracing over his initials, NamJoon and Jimin behind him, “Hyung, about the kid..” Jimin started, nervously elbowing NamJoon, “It’s just.. If they have eyes on the kid like last time..”

Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek, stabbing the knife into the wooden balcony railing. Jimin flinched, NamJoon placed his hand on Jimin’s shoulder signaling to head back inside, “We’ll take care of everything, hyung.” 

Drops of blood stained the cement floor, there was tension in the air, and all Agust could do was kneel before his rival, “You finally show up,” The rival chuckled, one of his hands gripping the hair of a child, eyes blindfolded by a black fold. The kid looked beaten, scared, “If you want me to let him go.. Let’s make a deal.” 

The rival threw a blade towards Agust, causing the man’s brows to frown. He was desperate. Agust felt his body tremble, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he picked the blade up, raising it slowly towards his stomach area. Slowly, ever so slowly, pressing the blade into his skin. 

Yoongi’s body jerked, causing him to wake from his dream, “shit..” he whispered, his hand flying to his stomach, rubbing it as the dream reminded him of the incident. He licked his dry lips, before sitting up on the bed. 

He entered the kitchen, his eyes staring at the cup of water━ besides him, his phone with your contact ready━on the floor, the 4 year old bounced and played between his legs. Yoongi bit his lower lip before he grabbed the kid and sat him on the counter, grabbing his phone and calling you before shoving the electronic onto the kid’s hands.

The phone rang a few times before you picked up, your voice grumpy and sleepy, “yes?” Yoongi looked at the kid and pointed at the phone, suddenly forgetting the child’s inability to speak. Confused━ the kid tilted his head, “m. ah.. ma..ma?” mostly dedicated towards Yoongi, the child called out. It caused you to sit up from your bed and run to get your shoes, “kid?” 

You barged into the mountain mansion, not bothering to knock as you slammed the door shut and ran to the living room, “Kid?!” You scanned for the kid, not finding him anywhere before your legs automatically ran to the bedrooms. 

Upon opening door by door, having each bedroom memorized (not by your own good), you arrived at Yoongi’s. Your hand reached over to the doorknob, it wasn’t like it was your first time you’ve stepped inside.  

Upon entering, you notice Yoongi and the kid sleeping. The child lay on top of the gangster, as the gangster himself had his arms wrapped around the child, almost using him as a teddy bear. You gulped, stepping out the room and slowly closing the door, “Y/n?” 

You froze, “yes, sir?” a grunt, “don’t call me that.” You scuff, “..kid butt-dialed me.. I’ll head home now.” The bed creaked and footsteps soon followed, the bedroom door opening━ revealing Yoongi, a sleepy look on his face with the sleeping child in his arms, “Stay the night. It's late.” 

You only stared at him, unsure of what to do, so you frowned and shook your head, “No. I can’t do that anymore.” 

Yoongi only pressed his cheek on top of the kid's head, sleepy eyes staring down at you. if only he didn't look as innocent, “not for me━ for the kid.” 

It left a bitter taste in your mouth. The fact you laid next to Yoongi as he slept, the child curling up on him and Yoongi letting him. Or the fact that you once craved that feeling, one that you couldn’t have━ a feeling of warmth, he knew that.  And so, you swallowed back the bitterness and closed your eyes. Tomorrow is a new day.

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[daceydeath]

I Want to Watch (Part 8)

Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader x Mingi Word Count: 2.2K (unedited) Genre: Absolute Filth 🔞 Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Activities

a/n: Sorry that this one took me such a long time to update xx

Wooyoung wants to expand on your exploration maybe a different location or member will help with that.

“How would you feel about maybe making this experiment a little more risky?” Wooyoung asked after watching you finish drying your hair. Your date had been interrupted by a rain shower which had left you needing to dry your outfit and your hair so you didn’t look like a total mess.

“Riskier how Woo?” you narrowed your eyes in the mirror at him as he stepped into the bathroom to wrap his arms around your waist.

“I was thinking maybe we leave the dorm, maybe use a few other locations?” he kissed your cheek while you put the hairdryer down on the bathroom counter. 

“I am not letting you watch San fuck me in the park or anthing like that” you rolled your eyes but still melted against his hard chest.

“No! I’m not letting random people see you” he pouted against the skin of your neck making you giggle. “I was thinking maybe private locations in other places like maybe the studio or the dressing room?” he continued his voice low as he kissed a line down your neck.

“The studio should be alright, aren’t they sound proof?” you hummed his continual kisses and touches making you pliable in his hands.

“They are and they will be very private” he chuckled, reading your compliance as approval. “Because I think we should try it out now”.

“Really? I think I would like that” you bit your lower lip as his hands ran lower to skim across the silk underwear you were wearing.

“You should get dressed than baby, I have a surprise for you” he smirked, pressing his fingers against your folds teasingly “We will leave in 10”. You almost cursed him when he suddenly let you go to grab his phone and organize a ride for you to the studio but you knew the wait would be worth it, your boyfriend knew that the risk of getting caught turned you on so you were happy to let him change things up.

Holding Wooyoung’s hand you let him lead you through the KQ offices towards the studios, it was fairly late and most people had left for the night but you knew at least someone was waiting for you and Wooyoung to arrive. Knocking softly you were slightly confused that you weren’t at the practice room thinking that was where you would be meeting tonight but your train of thought ended when the door swung open revealing Mingi his hair messed up from running his hands through it repeatedly while he worked making him look far younger and softer.

“What are you guys doing here?” Mingi asked looking at Wooyoung clearly unsure about your presence.

“You texted me remember?” Wooyoung laughed quietly walking into the studio which was dimly lit with purple lights with the exception of Mingi’s computer which glowed brightly.

“Dude I didn’t think you were fucking serious” Mingi muttered looking like a deer in headlights as he moved aside to let you in gesturing for you to grab a seat.

“Well if you aren’t interested”Wooyoung shrugged, sitting in Mingi’s chair and swinging it around “We will just head to the dance studio and forget this ever happened”.

“Wait” Mingi stopped him instantly “You’re being real right now?”.

“Yes Min we are” you chimed in looking up at him with the biggest doe eyes you could, he was the only member you had not let fuck you and you were not going to let it slip through your fingers if Wooyoung’s reaction was anything like when you had played with Yunho.

“So I can do anything I want to you?” Mingi’s voice dropped as desire began seeping into his words. You nodded, licking your lips and smiling up at him.

“Anything you want man, just don’t hurt her and it’s all good” Wooyoung smirked his eyes darkening as you squirmed on the spot Mingi was looking at you like you were the only woman he had even seen and the effect on you was instant, the fabric on you underwear getting damper by the second. Mingi sauntered towards you, the hardening cock in his pants obvious as he stopped just a step away from you.

“How about you suck his cock baby? See if you can take all of it in your pretty little mouth” your boyfriend cooed as Mingi offered you his hand so you could stand up pulling you against him easily.

“Do you want me to suck your cock Min?” you breathed as he cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours, his plush lips soft as they slid against your own.

“Fuck yeah darling” he grinned sitting down on the couch and throwing one of the cushions between his wide spread legs for you to kneel on.

“Such a gentleman” you giggled, sinking to your knees and letting your hands trace his thighs with your fingertips. You looked up at Mingi through your lashes, his eyes grew even darker as you let your hands drift to his fly. Mingi grinned, covering your hand in his and unzipping his jeans slowly, his half hard cock pushing against his boxers a small dot of precum already staining the fabric. Shimmying down Mingi’s jeans and boxers enough to free him from them you grasped him tightly stroking him teasingly before you leant forward to drag your tongue along the vein that ran along the side of his dick. 

“Such a good girl baby” Wooyoung praised making you whimper softly. You had suspected that Mingi would be big but now that his cock was almost in your mouth you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were going to struggle taking him. Mingi groaned musically, encouraging you to keep going, letting your tongue circle the blushing tip as you collected enough saliva in your mouth to help you suck him off properly. Slowly taking him into your mouth you flattened your tongue and allowed your lips to stretch to fit him as far into your mouth as you could.

“S..s..shit” Mingi whined as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat “Your mouth is perfect darling”.

“Be good and choke on him baby” Wooyoung teased playfully, moving so he could watch you struggle to take any more of his friend's length. Bobbing your head you swallowed a few times to help relax your throat allowing Mingi to slide a little further into you making both him and Wooyoung groan as you gagged and gurgled around him, your hand moving to slide along the last few inches as your drool dripped from the corners of your mouth. 

“So fucking good” Mingi stuttered his words sounding broken as you continued moving your head up and down his length. His hand came to lightly grasp your throat, moaning loudly when you tried to take even more of him. “Fuck I can feel it your throat”. 

You could feel your underwear sticking to you, every sound Mingi made was making it harder for you to concentrate, humming around him you felt his hips buck slightly forcing your nose to hit his pubic bone and choke you again forcing you to breathe through your nose. Mingi moved his hands to hold your head, one hand winding loosely into your hair. With his hand no longer around your throat Wooyoung replaced it with his swearing roughly as he felt Mingi fucking into your throat as tears began falling from your eyes.

“Fuck, so good, fuck darling, fuck” Mingi started chanting his voice tight as you felt him stiffen on your tongue before he came hard pulling your face hard against his abdomen. “FUCK” thick ropes of his cum filling your throat and mouth as he pulled you off of him, you swallowed pitifully not able to stop his seed spilling out of your mouth splattering your chest and running down your chin.

“Such a messy girl” your boyfriend tutted looking at you with hooded eyes as you whimpered softly pressing your thighs together tightly.

“Sorry Min” you rasped, letting him wipe the tears still clinging to your lashes “I didn’t mean to spill it”.

“Guess we're just going to have to make sure it all stays inside next time” Wooyoung mocked you in a sing-song voice while Mingi manhandled you into his lap. Mingi’s plush lips crashed into yours again roughly, not seeming to care that you had his seed all over your lips and chin, his tongue sliding against yours while he held you closely, his large hands sliding under your dress to squeeze your hips bruisingly 

“Wanna fuck you darling, will you let me?” he smirked, kissing his way down your neck.

“Please Min” you mewled, grinding yourself against his still hard member and soiling your underwear further. Moving quickly he tugged your dress over your head, his breath hitching when he saw the sheer bar you were wearing leaning you back he pressed his face between your tits licking and sucking across the fabric until he tugged on your nipple with his teeth making you keen.

“You make the best fucking noises. Shit man I gotta record this” Mingi babbled his large hand sliding down your body to press against your core his eyes almost rolling back when he felt how wet they were.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you darling” he whispered devilishly pushing your underwear aside and plunging two of his long beautiful fingers into you moaning when they slid in without any resistance his cold rings making you hiss as they touched you hot slit. 

“Fuck” Wooyoung mumbled the chair squeeking softly as he moved in it.

“More Min please more” you pleaded needily rolling your hips to fuck yourself on his fingers. Mingi almost growled, pushing a third finger into you, massaging your walls and sending sparks of pleasure through you with each caress of his fingers.

“Little bit longer darling” Mingi snickered his voice dark and rough “got to get you ready for me”. You choked out a broken groan as he pushed them deeper into you stretching your walls with his ministrations. “Look so hot like this, dripping all over me”.

“Fuck Mingi” you whimpered grinding against him his thumb now rubbing tight circles on you clit and making you see stars, your thighs began to tremble as your orgasm neared making you pant and whine in Mingi’s lap. Only for him to pull his fingers from you with a loud squelch making you wail as you high faded away.

“You are only allowed to cum on my cock darling” he murmured crashing his lips into yours while he guided himself to your entrance slowly sinking into you.

 “Oh my god” you called throwing your head back as his brushed against your cervix still not totally sheathed into your desperate walls, with a sharp snap of his hips Mingi filled you completely splitting you in half and making you scream as the pleasure spiked with pain made you cum hard around him you vision going dark as you weakly rolled your hips.

“Fuck yes darling” Mingi grunted holding you tightly and thrusting his hips against you roughly bouncing you as he prolonged your orgasm for as long as he could your fluttering walls squeezing him. “So perfect for me”.

“Min, Min, Min” you quietly sobbed letting his pound into you the loud slap of skin against skin echoing off the walls.

“Such a little slut aren’t you baby?… holy shit” Wooyoung grunted harshly, his breath ragged as he finished himself on his hand. Threading your fingers into Mingi’s hair you pulled him closer to you so you could kiss him swallowing the beautiful little noises he made as he began rolling his hips harder chasing his own high. 

“I’m going to fill you up darling, want me to knock you up?” He grunted pounding into you harshly, his mouth moving down your neck to nibble at your shoulder.

“Fuck yes Mingi, please, get me pregnant” you purred painting heavily as you felt the fire reigniting in your veins. Mingi’s feral growl as he help your hips still so he could fuck even deeper into you and his cock hitting your cervix making you cry out again your whole body going rigid as you spasmed around him. His teeth sank into your shoulder when his hips stuttered before hot ropes of his thick cum painted your walls white filling you so much you thought your stomach must have started bulging. You fell limply against his chest which was still covered in his shirt, your eyes closing as you tried to catch your breath.

“You alright baby?” Wooyoung asked sweetly moving from the chair to grab a bottle of unopened water that was sitting in a small fridge by the door.

“Mmmhmm” you hummed softly, not moving as Mingi panted raggedly.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” Mingi mumbled helping Wooyoung lift your head up so you take a sip of water.

“No” you shook your head slowly. Both the boys smiled brightly, Wooyoung helping you off Mingi’s lap as Mingi switched your places, cleaning himself up and fixing his pants before disappearing to the bathroom to get some wet paper towels to clean you up. 

“Do you want to stay and we can go grab something to eat when I’m done?” Mingi asked your boyfriend moving to help Wooyoung once again maneuver your jelly limbed body into his lap so he could hold you.

“Yeah, we will” Wooyoung chuckled. “She can get clingy afterwards. Took me almost an hour to peel her off San once”. 

“Shut up Wooyo” You pouted, sipping the water he had given you.

“Cute” Mingi laughed, turning back to his computer to finish writing his rap.

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[hongism]

29 - s.mingi - punishment + dacryphilia (18+)

» s.mingi x fem!reader » pwp, 18+ » language, mentions of drinking/smoking, explicit smut » wc 8.1k » link to masterlist » repost now that tumblr solved my tagging issues! fingers crossed everything works as normal now 🤞

smut warnings: semi-public sex, fingering, manual stimulation, oral sex: m, unprotected sex, facial, creampie, dirty talk, pet names: baby/baby girl/princess, crying during sex, deepthroating/face-fucking, edging, orgasm control, overstimulation

“So, you ever gonna tell me where you were last Tuesday?”

You can’t say that you weren’t expecting the question to come eventually, especially after you left Mingi with such a shitty excuse about not being able to meet up, but you expected to at least have a few more hours to get a story together before he cornered you here in one Choi San’s kitchen on a Friday evening. There’s an assortment of drinks spread out over the counters, no doubt in the fridge as well, but you aren’t after any of those goods in particular right now. Instead, you opt to simply snag water from the fridge and turn to face Mingi as you’re unscrewing the cap.

“Hm? What happened last Tuesday?” The quaint tilt of your chin does nothing to solidify your innocence, and Mingi’s sharp stare hones in on your face within seconds.

“You tell me, yn.”

Your lips part to prepare some sort of response, gaze trailing off to the ceiling as you piece together the excuse of a story. Mingi grants you that much, at least, even if it’s a show of how extravagantly you’re about to lie to him here and now. He leans around you as you’re gathering your thoughts, reaching for the counter and snagging a beer off it. You’d be impressed with his strength if you didn’t know that it’s the kind that screws off at the cap because Hongjoong has dainty hands that can easily be injured and he’s no good at opening bottles, thus San coddles him as such even when it comes to house parties.

“Well… I remember getting dinner with a few people. Didn’t drink or smoke anything because I had an early shift the next day. Then I went home.”

“Went home, huh?”

“We don’t typically get together on Tuesdays, Min,” you say between sips, arching a brow at the man who stands across from you. He pauses as well just to stand a little straighter and look you in the eye before arching one of his one brows — the pierced one that has a little black barbell poking through the skin — at you in return. His silence allows you a moment of reprieve, even if it comes at the cost of his staring so heavily at your face all the while. Still, you make no effort to conceal the way you drag your own gaze from his face down his body, taking in the ill-fitting tank top that has obscenely large holes cut out for his arms to stick through. You’d argue that it fits a bit better than it used to with how he’s been bulking up and putting on muscle these days, but you would also never give him the pleasure of hearing your appreciation out loud. He hears enough of it in the late hours of the night, three or four times a week as he has you pressed into the mattress in your apartment. The tank also gives you an eyeful of one of your favorite pieces in Mingi’s extensive collection — the snaking vines of tattoos that spread from his wrists up to his shoulders, dipping beneath the fabric and leaving much to the imagination. But of course, you don’t need to think too hard about what’s underneath when you see it as often as you do.

“What are you smirking about?” he questions, pulling your focus back up to his face before you can dip below the waistline.

“Thinking about what a lucky girl I am, that’s all.” You push off the counter to step around your friend, laying a hand on his shoulder as you slip between his body and the fridge to get past. “Got a big strong man all to myself.”

“That so?” He turns with you like his gaze is glued to you and can’t be separated even for a second. “Which one would that be?”

In hindsight, you should also have known that Mingi is smart enough to figure out little nuances and pick up on context clues when they’re presented to him. Thankfully, you have your back to him now so the shock doesn’t register on your face by the time you shift to look back at him over your shoulder. There’s a smile planted on your lips instead, one that you hope deters him for a little while longer.

“Look in the mirror some, pretty boy.”

You dip out of the kitchen then to rejoin the others in the living room, sinking to the couch cushions between San and some girl you’ve never seen before.

“Freshly rolled, milady,” San says through a dimpled grin as he lifts a somewhat sketchy-looking joint to dangle before your face. You’d decline if it were coming from anyone other than San — you’ve seen your fair share of sketchy and downright awful homemade joints come from his hands, but he is also the only one amongst your friend group who has the patience and tact to do it. (That, and you’re still vacuuming weed out of the carpet in your own living room from when Wooyoung and Mingi had a rolling contest that resulted in what can only be considered a horrendous fire hazard.)

“Thank you, kind sir.”

Hongjoong is sat on the other side of San, knees pulled up to his chest and tucked into the armrest as though he’s trying to make himself seem as small as possible. You barely get a glimpse at the red cup in his hands before San’s broad shoulders are blocking your view and you have to give up. The group tonight is quite large, more than the typically small get-togethers that you’re used to having with the others where it’s only eight or nine of you at most. San seems to have invited quite a few more party-goers this time around, which you hardly mind all in all.

“Can I crash in your room tonight?” you ask as San is in the midst of pulling a lighter up to the end of the joint.

“Mhm, just don’t get cum on the sheets.” His grin is nothing but cheeky, although that doesn’t keep you from whacking his arm with your free hand once he sets the lighter aside.

“Oh, fuck off!”

“I’m gonna be busy getting some on someone else’s sheets later so I won’t have time to police you about it.”

“You’re so nasty.” The man simply passes off the comment with a laugh, leaning back into the couch cushions with a dopey little grin that tells you he’s already hit a joint himself more than a few times tonight. As he moves, Hongjoong goes with him, stretching his legs out across the party host’s lap and letting San slump against his body. You snort at the minute show of affection and take a hit from the joint between your fingers.

“You’re the one—” San pauses to make a crude gesture involving his index finger and a lightly balled fist “—one of the two towers over there.”

Following the jerk of his chin isn’t too difficult, but you still regret glancing over in that direction because it means you make eye contact with the exact man you were trying to avoid in the kitchen earlier. Your stare flickers away too quickly to read as confident, and the only viable distraction within reach is San’s homemade joint. You aren’t too interested in getting too high tonight, just enough to get a little light and airy if anything, so as soon as you catch Wooyoung moving past the back of the couch, you pass the joint off to him before he gets too far away. Two hits will leave you fully lucid but any more than that and you’d be pushing the buttons on an emotional rollercoaster that you aren’t wanting to have in front of a bunch of strangers.

“Both… well, only once for one of them,” you mutter under your breath with the hope that Mingi hasn’t miraculously gained the skill of lip-reading.

“Is that where you were last Tuesday?” Hongjoong pipes up this time, pulling himself a little straighter to get a better look at you and you nearly hiss at him to keep it down.

“A lady never kisses and tells,” you say instead with a smile plastered over your lips. That has both men hollering in each other’s arms, one high and the other quite tipsy from the looks of it, but you’re happy to be their entertainment even if only for a few minutes.

“No wonder Min was fuming! Oh, I’d fucking kill to be a fly in the wall in that room when shit hits the fan.” San exhales a deep sigh, head tipping from side to side as he speaks. His laugh turns airy as he tips his body further back, sinking hard into Hongjoong’s body and knocking them both to the cushions. You don’t share in his amusement, however, as you turn to regard him with a furrowed brow and confusion etched across your features. Hongjoong notices the shift in your expression before San has the chance to.

“You might think about putting a muzzle on that one—” his gaze shifts as discreetly as possible to where Yunho sits “—‘cause he’s a little loose-lipped.”

Your lips draw into a tight purse, pulling to one corner of your mouth. You aren’t really upset about Yunho saying something — neither of you had an agreement on anything of the sort, and you’re smart enough to know how men behave at this point in your life. It is a bit funny though, in your opinion, for Mingi to be the one angry (undoubtedly jealous on top of that) when the two of you simply hook up when there aren’t other options available. You just so happened to have another option available last week, one that was quite hard to pass up on and very much worth the exhaustion and soreness that came the next day.

“Though, I suppose only the two of us know about what you and Min do when left alone.” When you shift to pass a half-hearted glare in Hongjoong’s direction, he’s wearing a shit-eating grin that makes you want to smack him even more. If not for the lengthy stretch it would take to get past the guard dog that drapes over him in the form of Choi San, you would certainly go through all that trouble just to yank his ear a little. Instead of dealing with that, you push up from where you’ve crammed yourself on the couch and move to step around the furniture — not without kicking at Hongjoong’s foot as you pass just because it’s within reach and San is out of it. That creeping lightness coming from the weed is starting to sink into your bones and make you feel everything a little more intensely. “Remember not to mess up the sheets!”

You don’t turn to see if Hongjoong catches the middle finger you send his way, but you do make for the stairs solely with the excuse that you have to use the bathroom planted at the tip of your tongue if anyone asks. Of course, that comes as a shroud to the real reason you’re headed up there, because you know someone will follow and you expect nothing less from him anyway.

The two of you follow a rather simple formula when it comes to parties like these, which is part of the reason San and Hongjoong both know about what you get up to at these events after having been caught in various corners of the house by both men multiple times. And while you are more than willing and able to mess around with the man without anything in your system, you like fucking Mingi best when you’re a little high and can feel every sensation that much more with him. You linger at the top of the stairs before heading straight for San’s room, pausing on the landing to angle yourself over the railing and peer down the flight of stairs as you wait for your companion’s head to pop up. He comes quicker than you expected him to and with a good deal of determination to his steps that makes him look entirely suspicious on all accounts.

“Everyone is gonna guess what we’re up to with you marching up here like that,” you drawl from your spot at the railing, chin coming to rest on the wood as you speak down at him. Mingi hesitates midway up the stairs, and his chin tilts up to find the source of your voice. Despite the grin playing at your lips, he doesn’t return the humor with even a small laugh.

“Good, then maybe they’ll get the hint,” he snips back.

A sigh escapes you, and you turn your head until your cheek presses into the wood. Leaving one hand to dangle by your side, you bring the other up to stretch over the length of the railing. Mingi walks up the rest of the flight of stairs, rounding the edge of the landing with a hand that skates over yours with a barely-there touch. You hum in the back of your throat. He tilts his head to match yours, and although the angle should be wholly awkward and nothing else, you feel that familiar thrum of arousal boiling deep in your gut when he meets your eyes. The sharpness in his tone doesn’t match the way he looks down at you — you know that much for certain, and you can safely take that as a hint that he’s not nearly as upset with you as he is with Yunho.

“Did you do it on purpose?” he asks nonetheless. He’s fishing for an answer you don’t have, but you can’t deny that there’s some sick part of you that wants to play into it and see how possessive he can get. “To make me jealous?”

“Hm.” You pull yourself back into an upright position a little too quickly, and the rush of blood to your head coupled with the tingling in your nerves makes your vision swim some. “I wouldn’t go so far as to say that.” Mingi moves back to prop himself against the wall opposite the railing, and you make the pointed (and extremely difficult) decision not to eye the tremors in the muscles of his arms as he tugs them across his chest. As your eyes sweep over his torso to focus on his face once more, you shift to let your back rest against the wall the railing provides and secure your hands behind you on the lip of it. “He offered, and I accepted. Simple as that.”

“Simple, huh?” He makes it hard to not give into a wandering gaze when he’s drumming his fingers along the inked skin of his forearm. “Except he’s supposed to know you’re off-limits.”

“I can’t sleep with other people? Maybe I missed the memo that said we’re exclusive, Min.”

“You can sleep with anyone with you want,” Mingi starts, pulling his head forward a little as his gaze turns fiery, “but my best friend can’t sleep with you. And he knows that. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Then that’s not anyone I want, big boy.”

“If he offered, then he’s the one who presented the opportunity.”

“Maybe he was trying to get you to be a real man.”

“A real man?” Mingi echoes, and now his lips stretch to form a grin that displays his teeth. You dip your chin down with a laugh, hand subconsciously coming up to hover over your face. When you blink back up at your companion, he has his tongue pushed between his lips and teases the corner of his mouth, a gesture you know to read frustration. You smile despite yourself. A glint bounces off his tongue and reflects the ball of metal that sits caught between his teeth. “Didn’t know you could be such a brat, angel, you’re usually so good and pliant when I’m fuckin’ you into the mattress.”

“You could try asking Yunho then, princess, I’m sure he’d love to answer any questions you might have given how mouthy he’s apparently been.” Some part of you realizes that you’re pushing your luck perhaps a little too far, but if Yunho is going to talk himself then you believe yourself to have every right to do the same as long as it benefits you. “Did he tell you how he fucked me? How many marks he left on my body? If you look hard enough, I bet you could find some leftover ones.”

“Look, doll, because I know he called you that thinking it was charming—” Mingi shoves himself off the wall and takes a single step in your direction, but that’s enough to have you pulling yourself straighter and swallowing around nothing. “You can let yourself believe he fucked you nice just ‘cause he’s got a dick nearly as big as mine, but you’re up here with me, looking to get fucked by me, and testing me and my patience so I give it to you better than he could ever hope to. But you can keep playing that game and scamper on downstairs to his lap if you wanna. I’ll wait.”

“You know I won’t do that, Min. Not when you’re offering so sweetly like this. But I appreciate how willing you are to let me have whatever I want.” You drop your head to the side and glance down the flight of stairs that’s at your back. There’s no one there — not that you expected there to be — but this shroud of privacy you have with the man can’t last that long when so many people are in the house right now. You aren’t as high as you’d like to be, not as much as usual, mostly because Mingi is making your thoughts clear up bit by bit with each step he takes in your direction. It’s wholly distracting while also keeping you honed in on every little shift in his muscles, from the twitch of his fingers around the railing as he closes in on you to the twitch hanging about the corner of his mouth. “Should I take you up on your offer the way I did with Yunho?”

“I’m a jealous person, darling. If you’re gonna want me, then you’re gonna have to want me the most.”

You let him minimize the distance between your torsos, feeling his feet stop short of yours as he leans over you with the height advantage he has. That alone is a bit dizzying solely because it lets you get an eyeful of his inked arms all the way up to where those strands of tattoos dip under the baggy fabric of his shirt and where his muscles shine through the most.

“Why don’t you look in the mirror, huh?” You push a pout onto your lips as you speak, brows drawing into a tight knot that’s hardly serious, but it makes Mingi’s harshness falter nonetheless. “Showing yourself off like this, how am I supposed to know you’re not trying to get some other girl to want you?”

He catches your bluff a moment later, unfortunately for you because you had hoped to let the charade linger in the air a little while longer, but it turns favorable when he pushes the point of his nose under your jaw.

“I can want you the most, Mingi,” you continue still. Your voice is airy like you’re already out of breath, accompanied by a sweet sigh that makes Mingi nuzzle into your warm skin even more. “Shall I prove it?”

“I shouldn’t give you what you want so easily,” he murmurs against your neck. One of his large hands sweeps up from the railing to move across your collarbone, skating over the skin and up your throat so he can cup the point of your chin and dig his thumb into your lower lip. Your teeth graze his nail but never fully latch onto the digit as he tugs harder at your chin. “Should tease you the way you teased me, but I can’t do that.”

“Do you have other plans for me then?”

Mingi pulls up from your neck at the question, eyes finding yours without hesitation and digging deep into whatever emotion you’re hiding there.

“Oh angel, I have a whole number of plans for you tonight. It’s just a matter of whether you’ll be able to go that many rounds with me.”

You huff out a laugh, partially out of disbelief, and push your tongue between the parted line of your teeth. Mingi pushes his thumb up against the tip of your tongue then and nudges his way into your mouth with little to no resistance on your part. It’s a heady sensation, letting Mingi take over like that, but it’s made even more delicious with the knowledge that you’re fully in control at the end of the night. Even now, you pull his thumb deeper between your lips to let it rest fully against your tongue, and that’s the only thing keeping you from smirking at him while you do so. When you pull off, it’s with a grossly wet pop that sounds far lewder than it should. Mingi’s neck is tinted pink.

“I should’ve done that downstairs for everyone to see, I’m sure.” As an answer to your quip, Mingi pulls his free hand up to rest against the small of your back. He tugs you away from the blunt edge of the railing, leaving you to throw a hand up between your bodies to keep your head from knocking into his chin immediately.

“I don’t want you putting on a show for anyone but me.”

“Now that’s a red flag if I’ve seen one.”

“You gonna not fuck me because of it?” He seems to know your answer without you needing to say it, and without needing to watch the way your eyes roll to the side as you smile. Still, you offer that much, if only because you know there’s a long list of red flags he could point out in return. Ever the gentleman, he doesn’t.

“I think every good girl wants a bad boy, at least a little. I happen to want you a lot.” He’s giving a marvelous show of restraint from your perspective because you can’t imagine a time when he’s gone this long without claiming your lips, but he forgoes that gesture in favor of pulling you to the opposite wall. Your body hits with a soft thud, barely an impact with his hand blocking most of the pressure he gives by nudging a thigh between your legs.

“That’s only applicable if you’re a good girl.”

“Am I not?” Your lip catches between your teeth as you pose the question, and while you’re fully aware of the answer to it, it still fills you with endless delight to see the way Mingi seethes at your audacity to ask such a thing. His hands come down strong on either side of your head — not threatening, but firmly in a way that sends a thrill of arousal straight to your gut. His thigh tenses where it rests between your legs, making it near impossible to ignore the flexing muscles that press right against your clothed crotch. You’re certain he feels it just as much as you do.

“You most certainly are not, darling.”

“What are you gonna do about it then?” His proximity makes it difficult for you to move at all, but when you start inching along the wall in an attempt to get closer to San’s door, Mingi moves like a man possessed, following your movements with his own. “Nothing drastic I hope…?” You sink your teeth into your lower lip, reaching around the edge of the doorframe to grab at the handle.

“I think you’d like it better if I did, yn.”

Your fingers twitch against the cool metal before closing around it.

“Maybe I wanna just hear if you’ve got any bright ideas in that head of yours. You’re usually quite creative with the way we do things, darling.”

“Nothing’s punishment to you. Not when you enjoy it the way you do.” He takes a step back to regard you with a sharp stare, one that is a little ambiguous in terms of emotion and leaves you wondering what exactly is on his mind as he watches you. Still, you take the chance he provides to slip in front of the door and pop it open, releasing the seal on the room and making the tension in the air spike. It becomes something even more enticing, a thing that’s not fully within reach as you have the out you were after, the metaphorical nail in the coffin to get what you’re after, and you know Mingi sees it as such himself because he drags his tongue over his lower lip and lets his gaze wander down your legs. “Would still love to make you cry on my cock though.”

You pause midway through the doorframe to eye Mingi’s expression once more. There’s a sadistic sort of grin toying at the edges of his lips as he looks back at you, dragging his eyes up from your body to land on your face once more.

“Think you can manage it?”

“I know I always do.”

There’s something dirty in the way he kisses you then, tongue breaching the line of your lips with no resistance on your part, and when his tongue presses hot and heavy against yours, you feel something clench tight in your chest. You like it best this way: when he’s rough, when he doesn’t treat you delicately and instead kisses you like it might literally be the last time he can get his hands on you, and perhaps that's what you missed so desperately with Yunho. Mingi knows your body like the back of his hand and knows how to push all your buttons and toy with your strings. Part of you wonders (and is very self-aware about it) if the reason you don’t let things go any further between the two of you is out of an innate fear that things will change if feelings were truly involved. Maybe if love was part of the equation, he wouldn’t be as willing to have you this way, or maybe you wouldn’t enjoy it as much as you do now.

When he pushes you back into the safe privacy of San’s bedroom, you loop an arm around Mingi’s waist and pull him closer into your little bubble of space. The door falls shut behind him quickly and quietly, probably an effort on his part to maintain this little bit of privacy you have. One of these days you have to hand deliver a bouquet of flowers to San for even allowing you access to his room like this, but also for keeping your little secret just that the way he does.

Those thoughts leave you quickly, however, as Mingi’s large hands start to wander lower and skate over the curve of your ass. You groan into his mouth when he squeezes your flesh in his palms. You take the cue to lift your leg along his. There’s a rush of goosebumps over your skin as his hand moves along the line of your hamstring to hook at your knee, and when he rolls his hips towards yours, there’s much more contact this time. The firm bulge of his erection presses between your legs just enough to tease — it’s not nearly enough pressure to bring you the kind of pleasure you’re searching for. Maybe that frustration leaks into your next movements, into the way you kick your leg back down and bring your hands up to Mingi’s tank to push him off you for a moment. His lips part from yours with nothing more than a thin line of spit to connect the two of you but even that doesn’t last long as you fight to change your positions. Mingi lets it happen with a growing smile tugging at the corners of his lips, barely flinching when his knees hit the edge of the bed and make him collapse to the edge of the mattress.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, baby,” he murmurs as you drop to your knees between his legs. A scoff leaves your lips.

“What’s it look like, big boy?”

He hums, hand coming up to comb over your scalp for less than a second before the soft touch turns to a firmer grip that holds you in place for the time being.

“Gonna let me fuck your pretty mouth, yeah?”

Your fingers twitch against where you’ve just let them rest on his pants. It’s hard to maintain the fight you’ve been showing up until this point simply because of how damn pronounced his cock is through those pants, and how fucking badly you want to feel him against your tongue.

“You can work for it, can’t you?” you counter through gritted teeth instead of giving in right away. Still, your hands move against the waistband of his pants and continue with their path to work them down enough to give you some access to his member within. The fingers in your hair hold tighter as Mingi shifts his hips and lets you slide his pants down to the floor.

“Thinking about my cock between those lips.” He sounds a bit dazed already, which would be a new record for you, but it comes with his hand traveling from the top of your head down to your mouth. It doesn’t take much for him to cup your jaw and press the pads of his fingers into the hollows of your cheeks. He doesn’t pinch your mouth open as he usually would, even when you pull his length out from its confines. You’re just close enough to kiss the tip, lips staying firmly shut as you tilt your head to wrap your kisses around the side of him.

“You’re always thinking about that though.” You pout just a little; it’s hard to do anything else with the control he has over your face right now. Mingi’s eyes move from your face down to where his cock rests against the curve of your lips. His other hand comes up from the mattress to take the place of the one he just had in your hair, and this time when he pinches your cheeks, your lips part just enough to welcome the leaking tip of his dick into your wet heat.

“Then open wide for me and lemme have it.” You ought to be ashamed of how hot and bothered his voice gets you, something so simple yet incredibly enticing on every level, but there’s no denying how the deep timbre of his voice sends heat right between your legs. You take him deeper into your mouth as his hand falls away from your cheeks. The one in your hair remains although it’s moreso there for him to simply touch because he clearly has no intent on doing any work himself. You don’t mind necessarily, taking your hand to wrap around the inches of his cock you can’t quite fit in your mouth without breaching your throat.

His next groan is much louder than the last little sigh of pleasure he let out, and it comes with him tilting his chin to the ceiling and leaning further back. You watch his movements carefully even with your mouth now fully occupied and hard at work. It’s equally intoxicating to watch him succumb to arousal and pleasure, and although the idea of him blindfolding you and just using his voice and hands to get you off is very enticing, you think you would miss seeing his face contort in pleasure the way it does now. You hollow your cheeks along his length as you pull up, barely stopping at the head of his cock before dipping back down to touch where your hand grips him.

Despite the lack of effort to fuck your mouth, you can see how he’s desperately trying to keep himself from doing exactly that. His lashes flutter as he blinks down between his legs to catch a glimpse of your lips stretched into an ‘o’ around his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” You slip further down on his length, cheeks sucking in around him. “On your knees, taking my big cock like that.” A harder, more pointed suck as you dip your thumb down to trace over the sensitive skin of his balls. “Baby.”

His moans turn almost guttural as you continue until you give him a moment’s rest and tug off him to press your nose along the side of his cock now. You paint his skin with little kisses along the way, tracing over the places you’ve already touched with your tongue. It feels a bit like your nerve endings are being set on fire when he takes both hands to your hair and guides your head back to take his cock into your mouth. The first upwards thrust of his hips is gentle enough: testing and prodding at the limits as well as your well-being before he drives deeper into your mouth. Shock overwhelms you merely because of how quickly he flips the switch on you, and if not for the hand you smartly kept in place at the base of his cock, you would surely choke on his member without warning.

“Don’t wanna cum yet, but fuck, you’re so pretty. Wanna cover your pretty face in cum, wanna ruin you.”

All you can do is moan around his dick and hope that it’s an answer enough for him.

“You like it, princess? Want me to make your makeup run—” he thrusts hard enough to nudge into your throat, and your throat constricts around his tip by sheer instinct “—and mark you nicely with my cum?” Tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes already just from the sheer force of his cock hitting the back of your throat, but there’s also this antsy frustration that is building up in your gut from going this long without any relief of your own. You want him to touch you desperately at this point, so much so that you take it upon yourself to retract a hand to settle between your legs and press against the sensitive nub of your clit through your underwear. Even that slight bit of relief feels so heavenly that you whine around Mingi’s cock. Eyes squeezing shut, you let your jaw go slack as he continues to use your face and work your fingers over your clit until the wetness seeps through the fabric of your panties. “You’re so fucking good, yn, letting me use you like this. Look at you getting off on it too. Like getting used that much?”

A breath of pause in his words where he inhales sharply like he’s weighing what he wants to say next. It works to his advantage because his next statement hits you like a ton of bricks, sharp and pointed and spoken with irrevocable confidence that makes your thighs tremble.

“Knew he wasn’t good enough to please you properly.”

Your moans get louder in volume only because he pulls his cock from the wet cavern that is your mouth but you’re still dazed enough to leave your lips hanging open as your fingers move faster against your cunt. Mingi doesn’t knock your hand away from the base of his length but he wraps a hand over himself nonetheless and jerks over the wet path you left on him. The sounds are sinful as can be, wet and messy to match your equally-ruined expression.

“Close your eyes, princess.” You barely have time to do that much before hot ropes of cum are spilling out over your features, painting your face from forehead to chin with no real direction, and Mingi doesn’t stop until he’s milked his cock for all its worth on you. “So fuckin’ pretty.”

His large hands move to your body, lifting you off your knees with a ridiculous amount of ease, and while you don’t want to, you’re forced to stop touching yourself as he nudges you onto the bed without further ado.

“In me, Mingi, I want you inside—”

“Shh, gotta prep you first, baby girl, I ain’t that heartless.” Even with his sweet consideration, you whine like you’ve been eternally denied what you’re after, fists balling up around the comforter as you press your face into it. Mingi lifts your hips high enough to get you to brace yourself on your knees. It makes your skirt swoop forward, assisted of course by Mingi who shoves the material up over your ass without an ounce of hesitation. The new position is hardly inconspicuous in the slightest, and well beyond the realm of suggestiveness to the point where if any one of your friends were to come in unannounced, you would have no chance of defending yourself from their suspicions. You can only hope that San and Hongjoong both remember to deter anyone from trying to use San’s room for its bathroom because you well and truly don’t want to move from this position at all. The mere thought of Mingi having you like this, bent over your form as he drills into your cunt and pins your wrists to the bed is enough to make your core clench around nothing.

“Just—” you interrupt your own train of thought with a whine that breaches your lips without thought, and Mingi is the one to elicit it from you as he drags the blunt ends of his nails over your ass while tugging your underwear down. “Min…”

“I’m not fuckin’ you until you’re in tears, baby.” If that’s his version of punishment then you consider it to be only mildly effective because you’re frustrated and pent-up enough at this point to where you might just cry for the hell of it to soften him up a bit. But then his fingers come to brush through the line of your folds, skating over the wetness that’s pooled there, and without warning, he pushes two fingers into your fluttering hole. The haste with which he does so has you releasing a noise so embarrassing that you push your cheek further into the sheets in an (ineffective) attempt to hide yourself from Mingi’s prying eyes. “Gotta see you to know when that is, yn.”

You get an eyeful of his half-grin and the sharp curve of his lips, and that’s unfortunately enough for you to tilt your head so that he can see your face a bit better.

“There’s my pretty girl.” The praise goes straight between your legs, making you clench blindly around the fingers Mingi has pumping in and out of your cunt. He curls them at the second knuckle at the same time and prods deeper inside you until he pushes up against the spot that really makes your head spin and vision go blurry. He pays such close attention to that spot that you hardly notice it when he slips a third digit into you. The sole infuriating nuance to his actions is how he doesn’t quite hit your g-spot the way you want him to: not with force or direct pressure. He merely teases the flesh around it, nudging closer and closer to it without quite giving you the satisfaction you want from it. Yet each time you open your mouth to complain about the treatment, he deliberately presses into it with one finger as though to tell you ‘see I’m giving you what you want, you can’t complain‘.

You have to keep your fists balled around the comforter to quell the shaking in your fingers, but your whole body is trembling at this point with how many times Mingi has brought you right to the precipice of a mindblowing orgasm only to steal that heat away and focus on stretching your walls around his fingers.

“H-Haven’t you — Min… come on!”

“Hm? What is it you want, baby girl? I can’t read your mind.”

“Insufferable, you’re so annoying, I can’t stand you, you’re so — ugh!” Perhaps it’s his antics that pluck at your nerves like they’re nothing more than strings for him to play with, but the unending routine of getting closer and closer to your satisfaction without truly getting it reaches its peak as you sob against the mattress and finally let tears fall.

“Shh, shh, I’ve got you, yn.” You don’t bother looking back at Mingi’s face when he pulls his fingers out of your cunt, but you are vaguely aware of his other hand coming up to brush over the tears on your cheeks. That only lasts a second before his hand comes down to rest over where yours still clenches the bedsheets so tight that your knuckles bleed white. Another sob tumbles out of you as you feel the blunt tip of his cock pushing up against your slit, and your whole body trembles under Mingi’s weight right after. He sinks his length into you slowly, letting it fill you and stretch you as he pushes inch after inch into you. “Let go of the bed, baby, I’ve got you.” You do as told without complaint or resistance this time. Mingi draws your wrists up higher along the bed until they’re both perched closer to the pillows, then he settles his hips fully against your backside, draping his form over yours.

“F-Fuck me, please, stop — stop making me wait,” you say barely louder than a whisper because your throat already feels scratchy and overused.

“Of course, pretty angel, anything for you.”

The first real drive of his cock into you is maddening at best, a sweet slide of pressure and relief that makes you cry out louder than before, and he continues to build up a steady pace that fills the air with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. You aren’t at all surprised that he’s already hard a second time; he usually pushes you to the limit with how many rounds he likes to go. Equally unsurprising is the way his thrusts quickly lose their rhythm and turn into sharp, punctuated thrusts that threaten to knock your hips all the way down to the bed. He’s muttering quite a bit in your ear — things you aren’t wholly processing because you finally get to chase that sweet pleasure you’ve been denied all this time. You aren’t aware of how noisy you’re being either until Mingi brings a hand down to tilt your mouth closer to the sheets to shush you some. You take it in stride, for whatever that’s worth, and simply clench tighter around his dick as he seeks the angle that will make you see stars.

A white-hot pleasure sears through your system with enough force to make your back curl and have you writhing under Mingi’s weight.

“Got it,” he murmurs behind you, sounding insufferably proud of himself, but you don’t have it in you to chastise him for it. What you do do, however, is free one of your hands to throw it behind you, grabbing for his hip and trying to encourage him to keep at it for your sake. He catches your wrist between his fingers before you have the chance though, and rather than pushing it back to the bed, he simply pins your arm behind your back and uses you as leverage to fuck up against that spot along your walls over and over again.

And in your defense, you don’t usually cum so quickly but he’s been teasing you and riling you up for so long at this point that you don’t find yourself embarrassed in the slightest when your walls start to pulse around his length. The euphoric pleasure is certainly worth it too, the release you were after finally sending shockwaves through your system until your toes curl and your neck hurts from the angle you’ve got it tilted at. Mingi keeps at his pace, only slowed a hair by your cunt squeezing tight around his cock, and he shows no signs of being close behind you until you’re back to sobbing into the mattress. Your core can’t keep pace with the drives of his cock, clenching and fluttering at odd intervals while Mingi chases a second high to pump into you.

“Gonna cum, baby.”

“In — inside, don’t you dare pull out.” Spoken through gritted teeth, you sound a little angry but also choked because of the tears that are still leaking out of your eyes and onto the bed. You aren’t sure if your tone is what pushes him over the edge, but you do catch the glint in his eyes as you inadvertently glare over your shoulder at him, and your only thought is that it’s simply another exciting facet to explore with him later.

His orgasm finally comes, to your relief because it means your cunt finally gets to break from his ruthless pace and the obscene stretch around his length, and it comes with a string of colorful expletives that are spoken through broken groans. You echo his groan albeit very much so not in the same kind of pleasure he’s experiencing as his weight fully collapses on top of you and nearly knocks the air out of your lungs.

“You’re so—”

“Go again?”

“No. For once you oaf, no,” you whine from under him, twisting your body as best you can like it’ll help your case. Mingi has enough energy to laugh, a full and throaty noise that always makes your heart somersault, then he’s peeling his body off yours to let you breathe easy again.

“Was I too rough?”

“Nooo, no, you were so good, Min.” His hands are already wandering to turn you over onto your back. “So fucking good, if I had the energy, I’d want you to do that several more times.”

“Yeah? That so?” He’s laughing again, either at your drawling tone or at the way you curl your arms and legs around his body to get him to lift you off the bed.

“You got cum in my hair…”

“I’ll wash it out for you.”

Showering is a feat in and of itself that you’re almost too tired to accomplish on your own, so when Mingi slips in behind you midway through and finishes washing your skin down, you’re more than a little grateful for the help. Not enough to get on your knees on that tiled floor, but grateful still.

And as is routine at this point, the two of you stumble back to San’s bed in a dark room, tangling yourselves in the sheets together like a perfectly mismatched puzzle.

“When you said maybe Yunho was trying to get me to be a real man… what did you mean by that?”

“Don’t push it, Min.” You can feel the man shifting at your back but the arm resting under your head doesn’t move, and he continues with the soft circles that he’s massaging into your skin with that hand. “We really did fuck though. It’s not some practical joke or just me trying to get under your skin. We fucked, and I liked it, but I didn’t like it the way I like it with you so I don’t think I wanna sleep with him again.”

“He remembered protection, right?”

“Yes, Min, of course he did. And if he hadn’t, I would have.”

Mingi huffs through his nose, a little indignant and very much dramatic, yet he seems to settle down just fine in the following seconds. Warm blooms over your head, a telltale sign of how close his face is to the crown of your head, and he twists his whole body to curl further around yours.

“Let’s keep at it then.”

Internally, you laugh a little solely because of how nonchalant Mingi makes it sound when the subject matter isn’t something as simple as that. Belatedly, you’re struck with a certain realization that makes your blood run cold and has you jerking in Mingi’s hold to look at the side of his face.

“What?”

“San said not to get cum on the sheets and you shoved my whole face in them!”

"It was just the comforter..."

"Just the comforter?!"

[vidavalor]

I absolutely love your take on things, so here goes: I believe that in 2.06 (at 18:07 mins to be exact), when Crowley comes back from heaven with the other angels and enters the shop, I hear a miracle sound being made when Aziraphale pops out from behind the shelf and says ‘You came back!’ Any idea what that could be about?

I also had another question but forgot. Will ask when I remember.

Hi! Thank you. :) Hope you're having a good week so far! I also saw your other ask-- am writing up something for it.

I think it is Saraqael miracling up a ramp. There's also a little concrete grinding sound that goes along with it that sounds like the ramp extending from when the angels arrived a few episodes earlier to investigate the Gabriel miracle. Saraqael doesn't make as large a ramp this time but it's visible behind Crowley as the angels come in. There are some weird things about whatever happened during the night of the ball but I think this bit in particular is just Saraqael wheeling themselves into the bookshop.

One miracle/supernatural sound on the show that I do think is very important is the sound of Gabriel arriving in the sushi restaurant in the first episode and Aziraphale's reaction to it and what those things together say about angels and demons. I'm sure this has come up before. I think it's interesting to think about ahead of S3 though so I'll bring it up again.

We hadn't seen Crowley & Aziraphale together in the modern era by that scene in the series-- just on the wall at Eden, in what appeared at the time to be their first meeting-- so we didn't know yet that Crowley always comes up on Aziraphale's left. So when the sound of an arrival happens, Aziraphale looks to his left, expecting Crowley, with whom the scene implies he was supposed to have dinner and who he knew was running late after a spot of Hell business. When Aziraphale doesn't see Crowley, Gabriel is then there on his right.

So, The Supreme Archangel of Heaven and a demon of Hell make the same sound upon arrival, eh? :)

Also probably worth mentioning that when Aziraphale looks to his left, there's a mirror on the wall, so he winds up seeing Gabriel in the mirror before then turning to look his right to look at him directly. This is great visual storytelling because the mirror then allows Gabriel to be foreshadowed as a mirror of *both* Aziraphale and Crowley, which is something that does happen in S2. The lack of Crowley here is a bit eerie, actually, especially because Aziraphale looking in one direction to where Crowley should be and then looking back at the Supreme Archangel of Heaven is, well... it is now a parallel shot to the last time he and Crowley look at each other in 2.06. This scene now parallels the looking at each other across the street bit as Aziraphale goes into the elevator. Only Crowley is so very present in that scene and Gabriel is the one who is gone, if his position still remaining and represented by the elevator/The Metatron.

Also the pink/red and the black and it's a Japanese restaurant (evocative of Buddhism more than Christianity)-- Aziraphale might as well be eating in Hell by Heaven's measures here lol. Gorgeous color composition in this scene and the way its shot-- so that the brighter color actually causes Gabriel, in grey, to stand out more-- is the stuff film nerds like me swoon over. It's such a good shot that "oh, hey, it's Jon Hamm and oh, he's lookin' extra fine" somehow manages to be your second thought lol.

Anyway, the same chime sound of arrival existing for both Gabriel and Crowley... it's almost as if they're the same type of being, yeah? Almost like, other than the holy water/hellfire thing or the color of feathers, there actually aren't really any major physiological differences between an angel and a demon...

...so, almost like there's no such thing as a "demonic miracle." It's all the same powers. It matters from where you pull power, not what miracles you're doing. It's how Crowley & Aziraphale get away with doing miracles "their kind" is not supposed to do. So long as Crowley pulls power from Hell and Aziraphale pulls power from Heaven, it doesn't matter what miracle they are performing and no one can tell in their head offices. They only notice the drain of power.

This line is actually tongue-in-cheek because they both have known for ages by 1941 that there's no such thing:

After Heaven began to send angels to Hell as demons, they deemed certain types of miracles as evil/demonic and forbade angels from performing them. It's social control more than it is a difference in ability or biology. Think of what's-his-name in Heaven (military character in S1, played by the same guy as Mr. Brown of Brown's World of Carpets whose character name is escaping me and I can't find atm) when Aziraphale gets discorporated up there in S1 who says that Aziraphale can't get back to Earth without a body and Aziraphale proposes possessing someone, which the guy says that angels can't do. "But demons can," says Aziraphale and later proves he can do what demons do by possessing Madame Tracy. He and Crowley and their The Arrangement, which had Aziraphale doing temptations and Crowley doing blessings. Crowley & Aziraphale know that the Heavenly rhetoric is bullshit but it's unclear who else, if anybody, knows.* (Aside from The Metatron & God, whose narration is full of cheeky reference to this idea and to the idea that the angels and demons are not superior to humans.) It's so far been a subtle thing but I'd kind of like it to factor into how things change in the Heaven/Hell system, however that happens.

*Crowley putting his engineer cap on, experimenting around with his ability to do miracles... that demon doing some dedicated science to figure out whether or not he and Aziraphale would kill each other if they had sex is God's favorite chapter in her 6,000,000,000,000 word, never-really-enemies-to-lovers-to-whatever-they're-calling-it, slowest-of-all-possible-burns fic.

[skzimagines]

~ part 19 ~

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Characters: | Obsessive!Hyunjin | Lee know | Female Reader | All of Skz | y/n’s friend. |

Genre: | Polyamory!relationship |

Warnings: | 18+ Minors dni | Smut | swearing | alcohol | threesome activity | Trigger warning! Mentions of self harm and su!cide. PLEASE Do not read if you are triggered by these things.|

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It’s been three days… three days of not seeing or speaking to either of them. They’ve both called and texted, but you really don’t have the energy for any of it right now. You promised them both that you’d be in touch, but sleep hasn’t been apart of your schedule these past few nights. It’s crazy how quickly you get used to sleeping next to someone, but two people? It’s even more lonely when you’re by yourself. You had told Minho he had you all to himself before he left. But your mind still runs to hyunjin every other second of the day, even though you don’t want it to.

‘Maybe I should text Minho, tell him I’m okay.’ I think to myself. I grab my phone from the night stand and pull up Minhos name. A bunch of unread messages appear on my screen.

1:43pm

Minho🫶🏻: y/n please answer me. I’m worried about you.

3:27pm

Minho🫶🏻: you promised you’d talk to me. 😕

7:54pm

Minho🫶🏻: baby please, I’m begging you. Let me know you’re okay!

9:43pm

Y/n: hey.. I’m okay, just trying to wrap my head around things. I’m sorry I haven’t called or text.

9:43pm

Minho🫶🏻: oh baby, thank god! You can’t worry me like that. 😔

9:44pm

Y/n: I’m sorry 😔

9:45pm

Minho🫶🏻: It’s okay baby, you don’t have to be sorry. I know you’re going through a lot in that pretty head of yours. But I am always here to talk to if you need it. Don’t forget that. 😘

9:50pm

Y/n: Thank you min… it means a lot to me. I wish you could come here. 🥺

9:51pm

Minho🫶🏻: I mean… I can always come steal you for a few hours? 🫣

9:53pm

Y/n: you’d do that? 🥺

9:53pm

Minho🫶🏻: of course I would! I’d murder someone for you. 🔪

9:54pm

Y/n: okay woah sir, that’s a bit much lol

9:54pm

Minho🫶🏻: well I would. So now you know. 🤷🏻‍♂️ get ready baby, I’ll be there in an hour. I love you😘

•

Minho tells me he’ll be here in about 30 minutes or so, so I quickly get ready and sneak downstairs. I’m standing by the front door waiting for him to pull in when I hear a voice behind me. “Where are you going?” Ash asks. “Oh.. um, I-” I stutter, trying to come up with something in my head. But it was too late, Minho’s headlights flash through the windows as he pulls in. “Y/n…. It’s only been three days.” She sighs. “Ash, I know. But I need this. I need to see him.” I say. She shakes her head. “You have to quit putting yourself into these positions.” She says before heading upstairs. I let out a breath before making my way to Minhos car. He gets out of the car as I make my way towards him, he quickly engulfs me into a massive hug. “I miss you so much.” He whispers. I hum in agreement. “Let’s get out of here.” He says, pulling away and opening the car door for me.

•

“Have you talked to hyunjin?” It’s been a few hours since Minho’s picked me up. We’ve been at this park talking and holding one another, trying to make sense of everything, trying to make things okay again. “No, I haven’t,” I state. “You probably should” he says. I look at him confused. “What do you mean?” I ask. “Well, at the end of the day. He’s still one of my best friends. And I know he needs you just as much as I do.” He explains. “You said you wanted it to be just us…” I question. “I know. But him and I have talked and we-” he begins before i cut him off. “You’ve… talked?” I ask. Minho stays silent. “When did this happen?” I ask. “Yesterday…” he says. “I know what I said about him being an insatiable asshole, and all he ever does is bring you down. But, I think he’s actually trying to change this time. He told me he had counseling set up, he’s going to quit drinking. He said he loves you and misses you. He said he’d try to get ahold of you, but he doesn’t want to force anything.” He says.

And like the universe was sending messages through the three of us… my phone starts to ring. I tell Minho to hold on a second, searching through my bag for my phone. “It’s him.” I whisper, showing Minho my phone screen. He gives me a soft smile and nods, telling me to answer. “I’m gonna go to the car, give you some privacy.” He whispers, walking away.

I hit the green button on my phone and bring it to my ear.

“Hello.” I say softly.

“Y/n….” I hear him sniffle over the phone.

“Hey… are you okay?” I ask softly.

“Please…” he begs quietly.

“Jinnie… what’s wrong?” I say, beginning to panic.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” He sobs.

“Hyunjin! What is wrong!” I yell into the phone.

“I can’t do this without you…” he whispers.

“What did you do hyunjin?” I ask in a panic.

“Don’t be mad at me… please.” He begs.

“Where are you?” I ask. There’s silence. “Jinnie… please, tell me where you are.” I say.

“Home.” He whispers.

“I’ll be there soon, okay?” I say, but get nothing in response.

I quickly shove my phone in my bag and run to the car.

“Minho we need to go!” I yell.

“Wh-what’s going on?” He asks, shutting his door and starting the car.

“Hyunjin’s… now! Please hurry!” I yell.

Minho throws the car in reverse, squealing the tires as he pulls away. Thankfully Hyunjin’s house is only ten minutes from the park we were at. We arrive in 5. I quickly unbuckle and slam the door open, running up to his front door not caring to shut the car door. Not bothering knocking, I quickly open his door and run in. “Hyunjin!” I yell, but there’s nothing. “Jinnie.. where are you?” I yell. I run through his house searching through every room. Minho runs in behind me. “Upstairs bathroom.” He whispers, once he realizes I’ve looked everywhere downstairs. My heart sinks at his words. I quickly run upstairs, swinging the bathroom door open. Hyunjin’s laying on the floor, his eyes are closed. I look to the side of him and see a pill bottle laying next to him. “MINHO CALL 911!” I scream. I quickly drop down next to Hyunjin and pull him into my lap as best as I can. I shake him violently. “Hyunjin please!” I yell. “Come on please!” I say lightly slapping his cheek. I let out a sob. “You can’t leave me!” I shake him again. It seems like eternity before I hear sirens making their way down the road. “They’re upstairs!” I hear Minho yell.

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To be continued…

[pedripics]

What is this thing with the olympics? I don't get it. Can you explain?

this is a bit of a longer story, so i am gonna explain it all under the cut

After playing 52 games for Barça (3537 minutes) and 8 games for Spain (381 minutes) in his very first season, Pedri got called up for the Euros where he played every single minute of every single game (630 minutes) including three extra times. De la Fuente decided that it was necessary to call him up for the Olympics as well, with no rest in between (he even played a friendly in between the two tournaments). That meant that he played another 7 games (582 minutes) with two extra times. By the end, you could see how mentally and physically exhausted he was. Instead of letting him rest, Koeman decided to play him in the first two La Liga games (another 152 minutes). In one year he had therefore played 75 games (5318 minutes). He then finally got a two-week break. Which was still not enough. Pau Torres, who had an equally demanding season and played both the EUROs and the Olympics got a month off directly after the Olympics. He then played 90 mins in the UCL match against Bayern. The day after, the club announced that he had an injury to the quadriceps of the left thigh. But not even two weeks after that, he was back in training for the next UCL match against Benfica. That’s when he got injured properly and was subsequently out for almost 4 months.

The problem is not just the RFEF or De la Fuente. Koeman, Barça, Luis Enrique, De la Fuente, the RFEF (and Xavi later on as well for rushing him back from injuries as well as not resting him enough) are all to blame for not taking better care of him, especially when he was just 17/18 years old and didn't know any better. Afterwards, a lot of people blamed Pedri for going to the Olympics instead of addressing the real issue, which is an entire federation shaking off their responsibility and giving it to a kid who couldn't even drive a car yet. There were people who should've known better but took advantage of his talent. De la Fuente defended his decision to call up Pedri by saying 'that Pedri wanted to go to the Olympics' and 'that great players play everything'. To this day, he at least publicly hasn't changed his opinion on that topic (even though I am personally pretty sure that he feels at least partly at fault). After Pedri suffered from relapses, the media started calling it 'the Pedri case' as an example of what not to do and in recent months it was used to discuss whether players like Lamine, Fermín or Cubarsí should be called up for both after what happened to Pedri. I explained here why I hate the term 'Pedri case'. They asked Santi Denia, who is the coach for the Olympics, whether or not the 'Pedri case' influenced their decision on which players to call up or not. He said that for the Federation, there is no such thing as 'the Pedri case' and that Pedri should be happy that he got to go to the Olympics and that he won a silver medal. He also said that it didn't affect them or their decision-making. That just shows that while the people directly involved at the time may have some regrets, the institution in itself continues to see nothing wrong with it.

[bangtaninborderland]

Pairing: ot7 x reader || word count: 11.8k || genre: smut 18+

Warning: public acts, use of vibrator, nipple clamps, face slapping, humiliation, oral (m receiving) , gagging, non sexual dominance, spanking as a punishment, overstimulation, Dom NJ Dom HS switch YG, Sub JK, basically everyone doms YN in some form.

A/N: I have a few more surprises coming in this weeks batch of chapters, this took so long, I will be uploading special scenes of the two tasks that aren’t shown here. This is my longest ever chapter for any story. I also want to thank my lovely friend Kiminie for helping me through a writers block, therefore this chapter is dedicated to her. Hoseok is included in this weeks prompts despite being removed because it wasn’t him and YN, I wanted to give him one last chapter.

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DAY THIRTY SIX

The first thing that happened when you walked into the kitchen alongside a very tired Yoongi was a very excited Jungkook rushing towards you, picking you up and spinning you around. The second thing that happened was Namjoon shyly handing you an envelope. The third thing came from a very displeased Seokjin, who was indeed scrubbing the counter as if he was determined to restore it.

The second the older man see you both he threw the cloth into the sink, almost hopping over the furniture to drag you both into the kitchen where he began to scold you. “I AM NOT A PRUDE BUT ALL I CAN SEE IS MIN YOONGIS ASS CHEEKS ON THE COUNTER!”

“Hyung, it wasn’t my ass on the counter, right yn?” Yoongi quips.

You slapped his arm, scoffing. You stumbled over your words, another indication of how embarrassing the situation was. “Yoongi if.. if you don’t shut up you will never… never see my ass again.”

He smirked, chuckling lowly..“You love it when I see your ass sweetheart.”

You scowled as he turned on his heels, heading back towards the stairs.

“I hate him.” You groaned, walking over to the kitchen table where the others had gathered, the envelope still in hand.

“You don’t, open it.” Taehyung giggled, his grin wiping the frown from your face.

“Not so fast,” Sejin called out, ducking his head as he entered through the front door.

A series of “good mornings” elicited, Sejin smiling around before making his way over to the living room. You notice how well-rested he looks, whatever was keeping him awake at night no longer seemed to be a hassle.

Considering it was a Monday, the mood wasn’t dull.

Everyone followed suit behind him, taking their respective seats. Jungkook was to your right and Tae to your left, leaving a space wide enough for Jimin to join you all - the others sitting opposite to you with Jimin still cleaning up in the kitchen.

“Let’s get this over with.” Hosoek claps, flashing you a nervous grin that only fuels your anxiety.

Jin clicks his tongue, eyebrows raising as his eyes settle on you. “Well YN…who failed to fuck well this week?”

“Shut up.” The answer didn’t come from you but rather from a very tired and very clingy Jimin who slots beside you, hands wrapping around your waist as though to claim you as his.

“If you’re done arguing we can begin.” He announces, an iPad in hand. “Now as always, we will start with the fan favourite vote. Any remaining contestants want to take any guesses?”

Yoongi grumbled from his seat, his face a mask of annoyance to cover the semblance of worry you could see within his gaze. “I’m guessing Hoseok.”

“I’m sure it’s me,” Jimin whispered into your ear, his head nestling further into your neck, his breath making you hot. Now was an awful time to get horny.

Sejin clears his through, his gaze wandering to settle on anything but you and the very clear show Jimin is trying to start. “Wow, so much confidence, I’ll announce it in a moment but uh… YN?”

It took Jungkook nudging your side for you to pay attention, no one pointed out the flush of red proving your embarrassment and for that you were grateful. “Y-yes?”

“Could you guess this week's prompts, do you need a reminder of the theme?” He asks to which you decline. “Home sweet home right?”

“Yes, each gentleman had something that he must have incorporated within the house - let’s start with Yoongi.”

You take a moment to think, you were sure that it has something to do with the house, it had to be domestic, it had to be…. “Household items?”

“Can you elaborate?” Sejin asks, a smile forming.

Could you? You both hated and enjoyed the moment where you had to recall every sexual encounter for the past week, you loved the memories but the heat that would soon pool between your thighs at the thought of being bent over and fucked was an inconvenience. It was hard to pinpoint a single thing, there had only been a few instances that stood out, Jimin with the pen, Yoongi with the spoon… that had to be it. Everything else was regular, well apart from the kink, it was regular for you. Then again the rooms were different, Hoseok was last in the living room, Yoongi in the kitchen… maybe the items didn’t matter at all. You sighed leaning into Jimins touch.

Trust your gut.

Sparing the man a glance you answered. “I’m guessing that it had to do with the wooden spoon he used in the kitchen?”

“Okay, correct. Jimin next?”

He looks up at you, and no doubt he sees the smirk you wore, this you were sure of. “The marker in the bedroom.” Jimins breath grew heavy as he whispered a simple praise, low enough that no one else could hear, daring enough to make you want to let him bend you over right now.

Until Sejin speaks. “Correct, Namjoon failed to do his prompt this week so we will finish up with Hoseok?”

Now you had no idea, you look towards him hoping for some kind of hint but his face said nothing and neither did he. “No idea.”

“Hoseok?” Sejin turns to him, you relax a little when he smiles at you.

He would be okay.

“Tie.” He responds quietly.

“Now that’s out of the way, I’ll hand over to Seokjin to read the fan favourites.” You watch as the producer steps aside, Seokjin taking his place.

“It feels weird to be here.” He laughs, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. “This was not easy, especially watching Yoongi fuck YN on my counter.“ he sends you a pointed look and you cringe, they were never going to let you live this down. “You will both be cleaning.” He declares.

“We all talked about who made the best scene, who catered to YN most, who basically fucked the best.” Taehyung giggles, shameless. “Anyways, In third place was Namjoon.”

Namjoon genuinely smiles, his eyes a little shocked as he focuses on the camera. “Wow..that’s… thank you for voting for me, I hope next week I can do better!”

“In second place is Yoongi.”

Jimin laughs beside you. “Ah Hyung no dinner date this week? Sad to lose.”

“YN?” Yoongi calls out. “Duck.”

You follow his orders shoving Jimin away as Yoongi sends a pillow hurtling towards you both, it successfully whacks off Jimins head and falls to the floor. “Ow.”

Seokjin scoffs before continuing, stifling a laugh. “And in the first place, earning the prize of one very special lady is Jimin.”

Jimin shoots up, his feigned pout gone. “Oh Hyung.. how does it feel?” His gaze is settled on Yoongi who mutters a “fuck you.”

Despite the ongoing laughter you focus on Hobi.

He was not okay. Jin seems to notice this too as he pays his back on his way to his seat.

“Moving on to the eliminations.” Sejin faces you, his lips pressed in a tight line. “Would you like to hear any defences?”

You shake your head, the fun was over. It wasn’t an easy choice, it never was. You looked around the room, first at Yoongi. He was staring at you, the look in his eyes reading an “it’s okay.” You always had fun with him, he was so happy and warm. Almost like home. Sex with him was fun, is fun. You recall the night before, images of you pressed against the counter naked as you both laugh bring a smile to you, your newly found love for the man still maintaining an ever-strong grasp on you. Next was Namjoon, who had settled his gaze on the plain wall, his nervousness clear. You were having fun exploring with him, it felt new, fresh. Despite his minor inexperience he never failed to please you, never failed to take away your stress. His touch alone was like heaven. Not to mention his other outstanding qualities, academics and all. Much like Jimin, who brought you both dominance and pleasure, you knew there was so much more to learn about him, to learn from him, with him. In all honesty, you wanted to keep exploring with him, you wanted to find out just what - who - he could be in bed.

Then there was Hoseok, the man who could control your every limb, the man who could bring you overwhelming pleasure, orgasm after orgasm. It wasn’t that the sex was an issue, it never was. In the last conversation, you and hobi had focused on non-sexual dominance, realistically he wouldn’t need to be in the competition for that and he had said that before you could do a scene there needed to be trust regained.

Sejin leans forward, pulling your attention back to him. “Have you made your decision?”

You give one last look around before nodding. “I want to explain why I’m eliminating this person before I do it, you’ve been such a staple for me since the beginning of the series. Our time together - sexually - has been something I never thought I would be given a chance to explore. I am grateful I had a chance to explore that part of me with someone like you and I hope that we can continue to explore things in other ways together. It’s because of this that I’m eliminating hobi.” It’s hard to look at him, it’s hard to see the defiant tears pooling in his eyes but you do, you aren’t sure what makes you cry whether it be the comfort he tries to provide whilst smiling at you or the way he seems like a puppy that’s been kicked whilst it’s down but either way it fucking hurts. “Yesterday we talked about non-sexual dominance. Sejin would that be possible to do as long as there was no intimacy?”

He looks through his iPad, scrolling for a few minutes before reading whatever it is he needed to. “Well yes, the rules are that you can’t be intimate after elimination. If you chose to do punishments or whatnot another member would have to assist but I don’t see why it would be a problem. Hoseok is there anything you would like to say”

He stands up slowly, his face angled away from the other housemates, you included. “This time here has been a lot for me, it’s given me a great chance to get to know you all and develop friendships that I hope will last for a long time. I, myself, never thought I would feel as accepted as I do here and although I am sad about being eliminated I would very much like to continue teaching YN as much as I can before our time here comes to an end.” Your efforts to not cry become null when he faces you. “I know that my own words damaged your trust in me, that was never my intention. I hope that over these next few weeks, we can build that up again. You’re valuable to me.”

At that moment no one else existed, not Jungkook who had begun rubbing your back, not Jimin who was caressing your thigh. Not Yoongi, Namjoon or Seokjin who all gave you pitiful looks and not Taehyung who was handing you tissues. You were scared he would have reacted badly, gotten angry at you, upset with you. However, despite his own sadness none of that came. His words silenced the storm brewing in your mind.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but we have to wrap this up.” Sejin gestures towards the paper that had fallen to the floor amidst the drama. “Yn, if you will. This is for the Bangasm Bomb.”

You wiped your eyes before picking it up, you could wash your face later. You examined it quickly noting the rough scrawl of your name across the front before opening it up.

“Read it out loud,” Jin instructs, coming to stand behind you, a gentle hand on your shoulder.

You try to hide the way your face flushes at his command, it made your heart hurt a little that you were unable to be intimate with him, with all of them in the way you wanted. Especially with the saddened look Hoseok was wearing.

Shaking the thoughts away you turned back to the paper. “Dearest YN, you have been invited on a shopping trip with a gentleman of your choosing. This must be one of the remaining contenders, the ones who are unfortunate enough to be left at the house will be required to fulfil a set of challenges proposed by viewers. Choose wisely, a car will arrive At approximately 11:30 am to drive you and your chosen escort to a series of stores where you will be asked to fulfil requests of your own. Your chosen gentleman will be handed a camera which he must use to record proof of you completing the requests. If all tasks are completed successfully you will be allowed to request one thing for 24 hours. Get set, go.”

You were surprised by the sudden change of events but it was one you chose to welcome, the idea of getting away from the house for a while was one you wanted to take advantage of. There was only so long a person could be stuck inside, albeit, you had the garden to explore but sometimes a change of scenery was what was needed.

It would have been a lie to say you hadn’t had much thought on who would go with you, the moment you read the card one person pushed to the forefront of your mind, Namjoon.

With everything going on, he could use the time away, the distraction. It would also give Yoongi and Jimin a chance to work together, with the supervision of the other house members of course. Hoseok would be okay, maybe the time alone would be good for him. You’d ask Jin to keep an eye on him.

So what about prompts?” Yoongi asks, leaning forward, eyeing Namjoon and Jimin.

You all shift to face the producer. “They will be given out depending on the outcome of the Bangasm Bomb. I will hand out the tasks once YN chooses her suitor.”

You clear your throat, this was easy. “Namjoon, I choose Namjoon.”

“Thank you.” Namjoon rushes over to hug you, his face bright. “Why me?”

“I’ve had a date with Yoongi and one with Jimin, I’d like to have one with you too if you’d have me.” You explain it wasn’t as simple but you’d much rather explain that to him in private.

“Well, now that is decided, in the kitchen, there is a black envelope with your tasks on it. You will take your envelope and then make a confessional explaining your thoughts on It. Hoseok, you will need to make one too, for your elimination of course. Y/N your and Namjoons tasks will be in a joint envelope, you’ll find it to be gold. As always I will be in the caravan if you need me.” He turns on his heel and leaves before Seokjin can reach him about more grocery-related issues.

You all skimp back onto the sofa, no one rushing to find the next task. “Hobi I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be. I was expecting it and that’s okay.” He commiserates but it feels empty, you feel empty. His face seems void, the eyes that could have you whimpering seeming so soft.

“It doesn’t feel it.” You mumble, unsure if anyone heard you.

Seokjin continues to rub your shoulder, providing you with some much-needed comfort. “Now baby, come on, Hobi knows you don’t mean to hurt him. It’s a pride thing, not a Y/N thing.”

“This is fucking shit.” Jungkook settles further into the sofa, pulling his knees up to his chest.

No one denied it, and no one argued. They felt the same.

Hoseok wordlessly stands, heading toward the door. “Hoseok, where are you-“

“Confessional.” He retorts, the door closing behind him.

His presence - or lack thereof- is felt instantly, the room seemed far too large for the seven of you.

“We should move on to completing the tasks, that way we can get the day done and then deal with these unresolved feelings tonight.” Yoongi prompts, extending a hand to you to which Jungkook takes full offence.

“Hyung you never hold my hand.” The maknae whines, forcing his hand in between your own and the doctors.

He groans at the argumentative state of the younger. “This is exactly why.” Considering his “annoyance” he concedes quickly, letting Jungkook encase his free hand.

“Yoongi Hyung is going soft on us, you really do have a magical pussy.” Jimin clicks his tongue, poking your side as he saunters ahead of you. Ass swaying in tow.

You shoot Jungkook a warning look as he giggles. Although it proves futile as further snickers come from Taehyung who has latched onto jins bicep, them seemingly closer now than ever before.

“Laugh all you want but it’s MY magical pussy which means I decide if your dick goes anywhere near it, which it won’t be if you make another comment like that.” You quip, your own angry facade hard to maintain at the fond smile Namjoon wears.

The angst that previously reigned over the villa dissipated, the calming atmosphere making a quiet comeback as you all settle into the kitchen, the envelopes just as Sejin described. Namjoon headed for your shared one, waiting for you to signal the okay before opening it. Despite your worry for Hoseok, you focused on the current situation, as Namjoon ripped open the gold envelope. A credit card drops to the floor as he unravels the paper.

“What’s that for?” Seokjin picks it up, placing it on the table with a tap.

“Apparently for the spontaneous shopping trip, I and YN are going on.” Namjoon deadpans.

“What?” Shopping?

“To YN and her Suitor, you are tasked with the following.

1. Enter a clothing store and model 3 sets of lingerie, chose one to buy.

2. Buy 2 sex toys of your choosing, both of which must be useable for your final task.

3. You may return to the house for 20 minutes to prepare, you must be wearing or using the items purchased, you will then take a walk with your suitor around the garden of the house, and you will be asked a series of questions all of which your suitor will ask. You must not orgasm until this is over.

Clarification:

1. Your suitor will be recording all day, the driver will take you to stores that the production team has spoken to and allowed for filming to take place.

2. The garden is secure, no one will be privy to the ongoing acts.

3. You can end the task at any moment by saying “Free me.”

“I wasn’t expecting that.” Taehyungs mouth slacks in surprise as does yours.

Considering the kind of show you were making things so far had been tame, of course, the scenes could get a little extreme but aside from the prompts and the few fair rules you had been given the production company gave you all control over the things you could and couldn’t do. It was fair to say you were all shocked at the sudden turn.

“How do you feel about it?” Yoongi asked, his thumb caressing the back of your hand, you made note of his left hand resting a little too high on the cam boy's thigh but you didn’t say anything, the way he was wringing his own hands together acting as a clear indication he was feeling something at the skinship.

You shrug, it was unexpected but every sexual act had been broadcasted to the world, there wasn’t much you could feel shamed or embarrassed about. You were just about ready to explain that when the door closed behind you, Hoseok joining the conversation as he slid into the closest chair. Resuming the conversation with a simple “Feel about what?”

Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, your stomach feeling uneasy at the unspoken situation. “Oh…just, Namjoon show him.”

You watch his facial expressions change from sullen to surprise. “That’s different.” He slides the paper back across the table, leaning back in his chair. His posture still radiates a dominance that you know you’ll miss.

“You should go and get ready, the car will be here for you both soon.” Jimin nods to you. “Besides we all have our own tasks.”

You don’t know what exactly possesses you to make this the moment you try something new, maybe it was the desperation within you to make things feel right, or maybe it was the worry that things wouldn’t ever feel right but either way, something convinced you now was the right time, and who were you to argue with your gut. Turning your body in your chair to face Hoseok you let your face drop, something which was common in scenes with the other before reaching out your hand that you had carefully extracted from Yoongis grasp. “Sir..”

“Yes?” His voice was dark, like an instant switch.

“Would you help me get ready?” Your voice was meek but he still heard it.

“So polite. It would be my pleasure, to go and wait in your room. You know how I like you.”

You smiled at the praise as you stood from your seat, not giving anyone a second look as you headed straight for your room. You graciously fell to your knees, allowing yourself to use these few minutes to process the fresh elimination.

It was getting harder, there are only 3 weeks left until the show ends, and you weren’t as nervous about that as you were for the next two eliminations. Every choice has been hard, every choice has left you in a position to feel negative thoughts the way you never had before. You were sure Hoseok was going to reject you, going to tell you that you eliminated him so he owed you nothing. Realistically, you knew he wouldn’t be like that, he was sweet, kind and gentle. He had a heart of gold. He didn’t have a mean bone in his body -spare the dominant side of him within a scene- so expecting him to react that way was borderline insane.

Still, you worried. It was impossible not to.

Until the door opened at least and then all you could focus on was your breathing, trying to calm yourself as your shaky breaths filled the silence.

Even as his hand came to caress your head, you still couldn’t relax. “What’s got you so nervous?”

“You, Sir.” There’s nothing better than honesty.

He extended a hand, pulling you up for your feet. “Come and sit on the bed with me.”

You didn’t respond verbally, you simply followed through with his simple instruction, sitting close to him but not close enough to touch. “Look at me.”

To which you did, a breathtaking smile plastered across his face. “I’m not upset with you, I was expecting it. I was upset yes but as Seokjin said it was a pride thing.”

“You - you were expecting it?” You stuttered, shocked, he definitely hadn’t seemed as such.

He nodded. “Can I hug you?”

“Please.” You whispered.

His arms were tight around you, secure, grounding. Warm. Safe. You sniffled wetly, tears definitely staining his shirt. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he waited until you pulled away before speaking.

“I want to tell you something.”

“Okay.”

“I’m aromatic, you know this. But there are levels to friendship, at least to me there are. I never formed close bonds with people before the show and for a while, I was convinced even here I wouldn’t get to have them, it’s hard for people to accept what they can’t understand. However, here there was nothing but acceptance and I’m very grateful for that. I have found friendships with you all that I assure you I want for life, I hold you all dear to my heart. You are all like my VIP people. Special friends.”

“You’re my VIP too.” You sniffled with a smile. the tears drying on your cheeks.

“Now let’s get you ready.” He hummed, standing up. An eyebrow raised as he asked, “Do you have any requests?”

You shook your head, knowing it was more of a trick question. “No sir.”

His voice was dark, dominating when he whispered the praise. “Good girl.”

It only took 40 minutes for you to be ready, Hobi gave you 10 minutes to shower and then another 7 to dress yourself. Giving you 23 minutes for everything else. He had chosen a white dress that you had forgotten existed, hidden away in the back of your closet.

It was a beautiful piece really, with lace trimming the neckline and sleeves, the silky material covered with a thin layer of mesh. You felt like you were worth a million dollars, everyone made it known that they agreed with you once you rejoined the group.

Namjoon drew a sharp breath, placing his coffee cup down on the table. “You look beautiful.”

For someone who was just so sure about your confidence an hour earlier - you had none now still you managed a quick “Thank you.”

The members of the house had always been somewhat romantic with one another, fleeting touches, hushed confessions of love, quaint compliments that bring out a deep unwanted but appreciated blush. You had witnessed it multiple times and enjoyed witnessing it. Yet whenever you became the sole focus point of said attention you found yourself embarrassed, not insecure but shy, nervous to accept it. After all, they were beautiful men themselves.

You liked to say you knew them well by this point, you knew them as people, friends, lovers. You know them as people you love and because of that you should know they like to tease, yet it never ceases to wind you up whenever they did. As somewhat usual, Yoongi was the one to instigate it. “You look gorgeous, delectable even. How about you let me bend you over the counter again? I’m sure Hoseok won’t mind choosing you another dress.”

“If anyone is going to wreck her wearing white it will be me.” Jimin cut in, his plush lips curling up in a grin. “All pretty in white like a wife”

“Oh please, if she was going to marry anyone it wouldn’t be you.” Hoseok defended.

Seokjin scoffed, interrupting the unspoken tension between the pair. “I think I’d be the best candidate.”

“Actually, I think I could be a great husband.” Taehyung countered. Giving Jimin a pointed look. “Right minie? You wouldn’t disagree with me.”

“Wha-“ he began, realising that Tae had been goading him. “Shut up.”

“That’s rude.” The masseuse spat.

Jimin took a step closer to him. “Do you want me to show you what rude is?”

Jungkook chimed in, his face amused. “You are both so gay.”

“You literally had dick up your ass a few hours ago.” Yoongi laughed.

You all watched as Jungkook reached out his foot to kick Yoongi in his shin, the doctor rushing to rub the sore spot.

We," Jungkook picked up a stray pen that had been left on the table, gesturing between himself and Yoongi, "are not on talking terms."

Yoongi slid back on his chair, clearly offended. “You were the one who kicked me.”

“And you kicked my heart.” Jungkook retorted, pouting.

“What does that even mean?” Seokjin leaned over, his eyes meeting with the cam boy.

“If you keep acting like that I’ll just go and ask Sejin to marry me.” You added, eliciting a much louder reaction, all projecting their disagreement.

The scene was quite exciting to watch, in fact, you would have watched them bicker all day if it weren’t for the car pulling up just a few feet from the house. “That’s our ride.”

You turned to the voice behind you, with all the shenanigans ongoing you hadn’t had a chance to take him in, to steal a selfish glance. Now that you did, it was safe to say you were pleased with what was before you.

He was wearing jeans, smart jeans. If you could call them that, along with a plaid button-up. His entire outfit screamed educated, academic, smart, prestige. His hair was brushed back, and styled in a way you weren’t the most familiar with.

Still, he looked perfect. Too perfect.

Perfect enough that you would gladly suck his cock right here if once again it weren’t for the car awaiting you both.

That damn car.

“Let’s get going.” Namjoon prompted, a hand on your back as he led you over to where your shoes lie.

You slipped them on wordlessly, the black Converse sneakers contrasting the white of the dress.

You bid your goodbyes before heading out, hand in hand with Namjoon. You thanked him as he opened the car door for you, the small video camera case in his other hand.

“Let’s do this.” He seemed confident, you were thankful for that.

***

“So.” Jimin settled into his seat, pulling out his black envelope from the pile on the table. “Who’s first?”

“I’ll go,” Yoongi grumbled, opening his in stark contrast to how Namjoon had carelessly ripped his open earlier. His eyes skimmed over the receipt-size paper within it. “Oh wow, I have to make one of you cum using my mouth.” He gestured the paper between Hobi and Jimin.

“No way, we’ve never had something like that before. I’ll read mine, maybe it’s just a one-off?” Hoseok was dumbfounded, the rest of them just as confused.

It was not a one-off. “Edge one of the remaining gentlemen twice.”

“Let me see.” Jungkook jumped up from his spot, snatching the paper from Hoseok who firmly grabbed his wrist in response.

“Is that how we act?”

Jungkook looked towards Yoongi and Jin before shaking his head, eyebrows furrowing. “..no”

“What was that?” Hoseok stood, his aura alone cussing the younger to seem small. “Speak up princess.”

“I said no.” He reaffirmed, the nickname clearly affecting him in more ways than one.

Hoseoks hand grasped his chin, forcing the cam boy to look him in the eye. “Next time ask, or I’ll turn your ass red.”

“Yes sir.” He responded meekly, all hyperactivity gone.

“Good boy, now try that again.” Hobi insisted, loosening his grip on the younger.

“Please can I see?” It was really like a switch the way hobi was able to change between his regular carefree self and his dominating persona.

“Of course, you can.” He silently handed the envelope over, returning to his seat as if nothing had transpired. “I choose Jimin.”

The latter choked at the mention of his name. “What?”

“You heard me, I want to edge you. Unless you can’t handle it.” Jimin knew he was being bated, and bite he did.

“Fine, you couldn't make me feel good enough to cum let alone edge me but if you want to fail then by all means go ahead.”

Hoseok cocked an eyebrow at that, enjoying the challenge. “You say that now, we can always repeat the past.”

“Whatever.” Jimin conceded, turning his attention to his own envelope. “Make one of the remaining gentlemen have two orgasms.”

“Can I see?” Taehyung peered over, making an effort not to report Jungkook mistake with the Dom.

This made Jimin smile, proud even. “Sure pup.” Taehyung relished in the softness.

“Who is doing what?” Seokjin piped up, elbows resting against the table.

“It feels unfamiliar, there have never been tasks like this between us. I wonder what encouraged the change. I wouldn’t mind doing it with either of you, seeing as Hoseok will be edging Jimin I suggest that I give Hoseok the blowjob and Jimin makes me cum twice. That’s the simplest I guess.” Yoongi finished, eyeing the table.

“Makes sense.” Jungkook agreed, resting his head against Seokjin's broad shoulder.

“Let’s get this over with.” Jimin stands, looking towards Hobi expectantly who simply nods, following behind him as he trudged up the stairs.

“They are weird.” Jungkook offered, watching them disappear to the upper level of the house.

There were murmurs of agreement accompanied by Taehyungs giggle. “Definitely.”

None of them waited for the others to return, it would be a while. They all spaced out, awaiting the tasks to be completed.

***

The drive wasn’t too long, you had to ask it was nice to be out of the house. You had nearly forgotten what the outside world was like.

“You okay there?” Namjoon whispered, cautious of the driver.

You felt yourself tense up, he had been so quiet you’d nearly forgotten his presence altogether. “Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking.”

“I’m here if you want to share.” He rubbed your thigh with his hand, it was an innocent gesture.

It didn’t mean it couldn’t make you want more.

“It’s weird to be outside, I sometimes forget that the world is so different to what we have all been living for the past few weeks. Eliminations are really hard.” You admitted.

He hummed in response. “I can understand that. I think it’s hard for me to comfort you within that but as a gentleman I can assure you that we don’t take it personally. We know you don’t have a choice, we love you either way.”

“Do you think you will all still love me even once the show ends?”

“I like to think nothing will change. We can’t predict things like that. We all have our own lives before the show, all lived in different places, and all had different friend groups and interests.” He surmises. It was honest even though blunt.

“I know that.” You sigh, turning back to the window. “I don’t want things to change.”

“Change is inevitable, what we do when things change isn’t. If you’re seriously worried about this maybe it’s worth having another conversation with the group as a whole.” It made sense, knowing the show was coming to an end you’d all have to figure out what you really wanted after the show.

“Not yet, closer to the end. I want to enjoy the blissful ignorance a little longer.” You added, the conversation between you coming to a halt as the car pulled up to a secluded store.

“Great, sketchy.” You laughed, accepting his helping hand as you climbed out of the car. “You better put the camera on.”

After a few moments of fumbling around with the device you had it working, and were silently entering the lingerie store. No one was around, and even still, you felt like you were up to no good.

“Calm down, Daddy is here. Let’s go pick you out something pretty to wear for me.”His voice was raspy, your body reacted almost instantaneously, and you wanted his hands all over you.

He laughed, mostly to himself, as he released your hand. Allowing you to walk in front of him as he filmed you from behind.

“I wanna see you in red.” He comments, a careless tone to his voice.

“Yes, Daddy.” You whispered low enough that the few staff occupating the shop floor wouldn’t hear, you weren’t entirely sure the camera would pick up the sound but you weren’t bothered.

You shuffled around the store, browsing the shelves. If the staff hadn’t been made privy to the reason you were there then it would have seemed as if you and your boyfriend were on a fun date. You liked that idea. Maybe once the show was over you would be able to do that without cameras.

You hoped.

After gathering a few different items you both shuffled off to the dressing rooms, they were more secure than the usual curtain-wrapped ones, it was spacious and bright with mirrors covering the wall. Enough room for both you and Namjoon to fit in. Despite how sketchy it looked on the outside you found yourself pleasantly surprised by the inside.

“I’ll sit here.” He gestures to the small wooden chair in the corner., camera in hand.“You get dressed.”

You hung up the few items you had and took off your dress, dropping the article to the ground. Next was the underwear. You didn’t mind getting naked in front of people and it had become somewhat normal to do that with a camera around, still, you could put on a show for the academic.

You turned to face the door, looking away from Namjoon as you swayed your hips to the soft music the store was playing. By no means were you a great dancer but you knew how to use your body. You hooked a finger in the waistband of your panties, bending over as you slipped them down your legs, finally kicking them to the side as you spread your ass.

You heard him intake a sharp breath, the chair shuffling back a little. You slowly straighten up, hands still running over your thighs and ass before reaching up to undo the clasp of your bra, it took you more than one attempt - definitely a little clumsier than you’d have hoped but from the clenched jaw of the man in from you knew you were turning him on, his hard cock another indication of his enjoyment.

You let your hands massage your boobs before reaching out for the first lingerie set, it was a dark red, with a black lace embellishment around the ass, it was tight around your skin, highlighting your curves in all the right places.

“Spin,” Namjoon commanded, and you obeyed. Twirling around slowly. “So pretty.” He chuckled, standing up to approach you.

His hand run down your back, grasping as your ass before sliding a hand between your legs. Even if this wasn’t a set you were going to choose, you definitely had to buy it now.

“You’re wet already?” He pressed his back against you making your breath stutter.

You nod, reaching your hands behind you to hold him, steadying yourself as he pushes your thighs further apart with his hand. “Bend over.”

He held your waist as you did, you could feel his throbbing member rubbing against you even with the material of his pants and your newly chosen - and ruined - lingerie.

He landed a smack to your ass, causing you to hiss before instinctively pushing back against him, missing the slight pleasure the friction was bringing you.

He stepped away, leaving you bent at the waist. You knew he had sat back down as the chair once again scraped along the floor. You didn’t move, he didn’t tell you to. Not for a few minutes before grumbling “Try the next one.”

There was no need for a verbal response, you didn’t want to waste time talking. You wanted to get this done and have him use you in any way he wanted, the dominating energy he exerted was overwhelming, and overpowering and you basked in it like a flower does the sun.

The blue set came with stockings, the fabric thicker than the last, covering more of your ass whilst being looser around the chest. Not enough to expose your tits but enough that if you were to walk too fast you’d definitely flash a nipple. You hoped you hadn’t looked too awkward shifting between the clothing, wanting to please Joon more than anything.

It took you a little longer to get situated, the stockings getting caught on your toe a few times before you managed to get them on properly. Still, he was pleased, sending praises your way as he motions for you to come closer.

He places the camera on the small wooden stool beside him, setting it up as best he can to have you in view as you fall into his lap, your legs on either side of his. “You like this one?”

“I do.” He runs a hand clumsily up and down your back before letting them fall to your ass. “I love it.”

“We will get these two then.” You mumble, leaning in to kiss him. His hands are firm on your ass, massaging it as a single finger strays further toward your pussy.

The kiss is hot and heavy, clumsy but passionate, you grind down on his lap cussing him to groan into his mouth. You relished in that, the vibrations of his pleasure rocketing through you. “Can’t fuck you here baby.”

“I know.” You pull back further, ceasing the back-and-forth rhythm your hips had fallen into. “Let’s take these and get the second task done.”

Wordlessly he switches the camera off, he was good with that, making sure the public didn’t see something like a location or an employee's face as you walked through the store. He helped you slip your dress back on, putting the chosen - and used - lingerie into the small bags within the room. “I’ll go pay, you finish up here.”

With a chaste kiss to your forehead, he is ducking out of the room, face redder than he probably realised. If the staff didn’t hear you they would definitely know by the look on his face, which made you giggle.

By the time he returned, you were ready, he laced your fingers in his own and started directing you towards the door, you didn’t look at the staff on your departure, they didn’t look at you but they knew the man joined to your hip was yours and that gave you more reassurance than you thought necessary.

*****

“Took you long enough, if you wanted to fuck each other you should have done so a long time ago.” Yoongi was crass, crude even.

Both Hoseok and Jimin were freshly showered, but still, the smell of sex clung to them.

“You’re next baby boy,” Jimin whispered against Yoongi as he walked past him to slump into the sofa. “Let me eat something first.”

“I’ll make some lunch.” Seokjin offered.

With a nod from Jungkook, he was off, ready to satisfy the maknae in any way he wanted. Whether it be food or otherwise.

Jungkook shuffled over, resting his head against Jimins shoulder. Watching both Tae and Hoseok talk in the garden. “How was it?”

“He is awful at sex.” Jimin huffed, a hand coming up to card through Jungkooks hair. “It was fine.”

“You’re an awful liar.” The cam boy laughed, pushing his face further into Jimins neck.

Everyone was somewhat used to the touchiness of the youngest, much like himself Jimin understood that touch calmed Jungkook. It wasn’t rare that he would seek out some form of physical comfort but still, something seemed off. “What’s wrong with you today baby? Snatching earlier, snuggling now. You feeling okay?”

“I'm fine.”

He definitely was not. “What’s wrong?”

“Yoongi Hyung and Seokjin Hyung.”

Jimin looked over to the mentioned men, they seemed normal. Yoongi was sitting at the table, Seokjin begging to fry eggs. “What about them?”

“When you were upstairs, it was like they wouldn’t talk to each other, even Tae said it was weird, I don’t know something just seemed wrong.”

“Have you asked them?” Jimin leans his head against the younger who has shifted to have a clearer view of the kitchen, the open plan proving useful. “They seem okay now.”

“I know but it doesn’t feel it, I don’t want to bring it up to them in case there is something wrong and I make it worse.” The younger deflates, letting out a deep breath. “Maybe they are fine and I’m the problem.”

“Hey.” Jimin turned to cup his face with a look of concern in his eyes. “Why would you say that?”

“I don’t know, I’m going to go and work out for a while, call me when the food is ready.” He slipped out of Jimins hold, ignoring the worried glance he received.

Definitely worried.

Jimin stood walking over to where both Yoongi and Seokjin occupied the space, grabbing their attention as he taps on the table. “What’s wrong with kook?”

“What do you mean?” Seokjin turns, resting the spatula against the counter. “What’s wrong?”

“He thinks that he’s a problem, that you two aren’t okay,” Jimin explains, leaning against the wall.

“We had a discussion last night about the future, the way he put it was “Jin hyung is a therapist, Yoongi Hyung is a doctor and I'm a cam boy.”

“When did he start thinking that's all he is? He loved camming.” Jimin was dumbfounded, truly.

Yoongi shrugged, taking a sip from his coffee cup. “He said he was reading some things on social media.”

“About?”

“About himself, negative ones. Yoongi and I spoke about it this morning in the shower whilst we thought he was asleep but he thinks we are arguing because we were whispering, he said we were faking happiness.” Jimin wasn’t inept, nor was he the most emotional but hearing that their Jungkook thought that way stung a little, surprised him even.

“He has to know how much we love him.” Jimin sounds as if he is pleading, maybe he was. “He has to know…right?”

“I think we need to all talk once Namjoon and YN get home, for now, we should get these tasks finished. He will be okay, he’s resilient.”

They all knew that to be true, it didn’t stop them from worrying though.

***

“Why is it they chose sketchy-looking stores, I swear if I catch an STD because they couldn’t afford something better I’ll sue.” You groaned, Namjoon laughing in response as you wrap your arm around his bicep.

“It doesn’t look that bad, maybe a little cheap. Most sex shops are.” He was way too confident in that clarification.

“And how would you know.”

Well…”

“Well?”

“Oh look here’s the door let’s go inside”

You stopped dead in your tracks, pulling on his arm. “Kim Namjoon.”

“I went into one before with a friend for his birthday after we turned 18, I wasn’t in there long but it was a crummy run-down place.”

“Maybe we only fit the class for a crummy run-down sex shops.” You laughed, his hand slipping to rest around your waist. “Let’s get this over with, I want to get home already.”

“Desperate?” He was too amused at the situation.

You narrow your eyes. “Shut up.”

He held his hand up in defence. “Okay okay let’s go.”

“Turn the camera on.” You instruct, leaving him to walk ahead.

You hear the distinctive bleep of the camera starting, time to put on a show. The store had less staff than the last, only occupied by a middle-aged man. It’s not as if anyone would be coming to rob a sex shop anyway. He was too far away to hear anything, so putting on your best innocent look you turn to Namjoon, an irresistible pout plastered across your face. “Oh, daddy will you help me choose some toys so you can play with me?”

“Yn!” He whisper shouts, eyes darting to the worker.

Despite his warning, you pushed. If he wanted to keep teasing you’d rile him up enough to give you what you wanted. “Please Daddy, I’ll be good.”

“You're so pretty when you beg.” his voice was warm. “Let's go choose these toys and get you home.”

You led him further into the store, careful not to trip on the three stairs at the entryway. “It has to be something useable outside. Maybe a small vibrator and nipple clamps?”

“Do you think you’d be able to walk around the garden with a vibrator inside of you?” He cocked an eyebrow, his face a mask of amusement.

“Is that a challenge? Because I definitely could.” You couldn’t, you knew you couldn’t, and you were setting yourself up for failure.

“Fine, let’s go get one.” He points over to the wall of sealed toys, you don’t hesitate before approaching, and neither does Namjoon. “What about this one, perfect size for you right?”

You turn to see what he’s looking at, almost choking with laughter when you do, the long neon green vibrator outshining anything else. “Are you serious?”

“What’s wrong with it?” He asks, pulling it off the shelf to look at the back of the packet. “It seems okay”

“Joon it’s bright green and way too big. We need smaller ones.” You sigh taking a step back to scan the wall. “Like that!” You point out a light purple bullet vibratory, attached to a remote control. Perfect.

He helped you get it down as it was a few shelves too high for you, his bigger frame coming in handy so as not to disturb the shopkeeper. “Now one more baby.”

“Are you still recording? I wonder if they will even have any good content from this.” You weren’t bothered if they did, you couldn’t really care about the show at this point.

“I am, what else do you want?” He asks,

You looked around once again, dismissing the butt plugs, collars and blindfolds. Binding and sensory deprivation was okay but definitely not in the open. “I’m not sure, I don’t want anything too obvious.”

“How about you let me choose?” He offers, clearly with an item in mind. You try to follow his gaze but you couldn’t. Once again, he had the perk of being taller.

To be honest, you wanted to go home, the separation from everyone seeming weird. “Nothing neon.” you resign. Taking a step closer to the door to let him browse.

You wince when you finally realise what he chooses, the item being somewhat familiar - nipple clamps. Even if you had a valid reason to protest you couldn’t as he was already heading to pay.

You were sure you wouldn’t survive with the vibrator, but this? No way were you going to be able to walk the length of the garden and not orgasm.

You were just setting yourself up for failure. Usually, you’d be okay with that, but not now, not with this prize at stake.

****

“You’re evil.” Yoongi huffed out of breath, cum trickling down his pale thighs. “Evil man.”

“You loved it.” Jimin sighed, a hand rubbing the orders back, his fingertips grazing against the top of Yoongis ass.

“I did.” Yoongi leans in, stealing another kiss from Jimin. “It felt good.”

“Is that a thank you I hear?”

Yoongi laughs, pulling himself out from the sheets, slipping on a shirt. “You wish.”

“I prefer you when you’re begging for an orgasm.” Jimin tutted, standing to slip his pants back on. “So just you and Hoseok now.”

“What’s the deal with you two?” Yoongi asks, way too bluntly.

It catches jimin off guard. “He forgot something that I’d have liked him to remember.”

“Seems serious.” Yoongi gruff a, tugging a knot out of his hair. “Did you resolve it?”

“It’s not perfect by any means but better.” He didn’t hate Hoseok, far from it. He wouldn’t admit it but as stubborn as he was he had developed a new found liking if the older, beyond the toleration he had been doing. “Should I get him so you can finish up?”

There was still a blow job to give after all. “Sure. Might as well finish now.”

“I’ll send him up,” Jimin confirms, kissing the older one on his cheek as he disappears out of the door.

Yoongi was relieved to have a few minutes to let the blush die down. He wasn’t entirely sure when he started to become so affected by every touch or the intimate moment but he was, he could understand Jungkook and YN more, and the desire to be with everyone in some form was growing.

“I heard you were waiting for me.” The doctor all but jumped out of his skin as Hobis's hand touched his shoulder.

“Fuck Hoseok!” Yoongi pants bringing a hand to his heart. “I was but I think I’ll reconsider that blow job now because my heart is going pound out of my chest any moment now.” Yoongi sassed.

Hobi had never been one to get outwardly dominant with him before, Yoongi had only caught glimpses here and there, never being the sole subject of it. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t interested, Hoseok was an attentive man, his dominating aura even more attractive. “How do you feel about face slapping?”

The question threw Yoongi off, he certainly wasn’t expecting that. “I don’t have any outward feeling about it, I think it could be enjoyable. I'd say it’s more so a green of mine, why?”

Hoseok raised his hand from Yoongis' shoulder to tap his face with it, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to stun him. “Don’t sass me again. I promise it won’t bode well.”

“I- okay.” Yoongi was hard, definitely hard.

“Boxers off, On your knees.”

Words weren’t necessary, not when he was already removing the garment and falling to his knees, albeit with a lack of grace.

“Take your shirt off.” The Dom was quick to free his cock pulling the half-hard member out. Waiting until Yoongi had removed his shirt before approaching. “You know what to do don’t you or should I spell it out for you?”

“Y-yes.” Yoongi stuttered, it was adorable. “I know.”

He brought his hands up to Hoseoks cock, wrapping a hand around it as he tugged on it, his finger grazing over the tip drawing a hiss from the younger. “Use your mouth.”

This was where Yoongi shined, really. He wrapped his lips around the tip sucking gently before sliding down, essentially deep-throating. he held himself there for a few seconds before the urge to breathe overwhelmed him. “Look at you, trying so hard just to please my cock. I didn’t tell you to stop though. The next time you pull away I won’t be so nice.” Hoseok cooed, a fake grin plastered on his face as he guides Yoongis's mouth back onto himself.

I want to see you on the edge, Hoseok instructs. Yoongi reaches down and grabs his dick, giving it a few light pumps. The Dom is pleased, a hand rough in the others hair” Yeah, like that." Hoseok reach’s down and thimbles the doctors nipple between his fingers. "Make yourself feel good."

Yoongi needed no help in doing that, despite the fact he secretly wished it was the Dom making him feel good he was all too eager to get off as he gagged around Hoseoks cock as he began fucking his throat.

The noises were obscene, yoongis moans stuck in his throat as he continues fucking into his hand, the sound of spit and his useless gags around the ruthless Dom using his throat as nothing more than a hole to fuck.

“I’m going to cum down your throat and you’re going to swallow it, if I see so much as a drop escape we will be doing it again.”

Yoongi sucked eagerly in response, hollowing his cheeks as he let the other plough into him, stilling only when he began to cum. As instructed Yoongi swallowed the tangy liquid, the warmth of it both enjoyable and hard to stomach. The doms hand came up, tapping his cheek. He opened his mouth in response, proud he had done what was asked of him.

Hosoek hummed, pleased. “Get yourself off on my leg.”

“W-what?” Yoongi strained, his voice weak.

“Get yourself off on my leg, I want to watch you cum undone beneath me. Understand?” He asked, eyeing the older for any discomfort. “What’s your colour?”

“Green.”

“Then?” Hosoek stared, expectantly. “Rut your Pathetic cock against my leg.”

His limbs being exhausted didn’t help but still, he wrapped himself around the doms leg, angling his hard cock against his calf. Using his own leg to trap his cock he began thrusting, wincing as the fabric of Hoseoks pants caused friction. “You have no idea how pretty you look like this.”

That was encouragement enough for Yoongi, he rutted harder against the younger. With a few more sloppy thrusts yoongis cock spurted all over himself, Hoseok and the floor. He slowly stilled himself, thankful for the strength of the other to hold them both.

“So good. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Yoongi nodded, a shower sounded good right about now.

***

With a text from Sejin indicating you were allowed to choose somewhere to eat out providing it wasn’t too long you’d stopped off at a convenience store where you both chose to eat ramen, the food fitting for the outing, even the driver settling down in the car with some gimbap.

With the cameras, off and no one around you were able to talk freely. “It’s so weird to be outside, this whole day has felt weird.”

“It has, I don’t think any of us were expecting the bomb task to be like this, it’s never been so public before. I didn’t even think they would want a show like this conducted in public.” He brings his ramen-laden chopsticks to his mouth, inhaling the food.

You swallow your own mouthful, resting an arm atop the table. “I just think it’s-“ weird? “Different.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.” You nod, bringing another loud of noodles to your mouth. “Go ahead.

“How are you feeling about the show?”

“Honestly? I think I’m starting to hate it, the rules and eliminations are just making things harder. It was fine until there were real feelings involved, what about you?” You turn the question.

He shrugs, staring out the dirty window before turning back to you. “I like the fact we get to be together all the time.”

That was another thing you loved about Namjoon, he was almost always optimistic, with a hopeful mindset allowing him to focus on the positives rather than the negatives. “Me too. I think hobi took the elimination okay.”

“It really doesn’t bother us, maybe in the beginning but now it’s just pointless being upset about. Especially as there are only a few more weeks before it’s all over.” He was right, only a few more weeks.

“Times gone way too fast.” You pout, despite the stress of the show none of you seemed eager to enter back into the real world.

“Talking of, if you finished we should head back.” The driver explained, poking his head around the store's door.

“Oh right, yeah sorry, coming now.” Namjoon stands, taking both your empty pots, and depositing them into the trash.

The driver was older and somewhat oblivious. The light sound of the music playing from the radio is a welcome filler to the quiet environment of the car. Namjoons hand rest against your own on your thigh.

Despite the fact you were going home you were far from being done with the fun you had in mind. You slipped your hand from under his moving it to rest on his own thigh, every few seconds edging it closer to his clothed bulge. He shifted in his seat, shooting you a look that should have discouraged you.

It did not.

You felt your little finger graze his cock, it wasn’t enough of a touch to cause him to react but the way he brought his hand to his mouth whilst he pretended to look out of the window make you preen knowing that you could get him like that.

So that’s how the journey continued, you edging closer and closer, touching him with a finger or two only to pull away after a few intense seconds. Only pulling away when the house came into view.

You’d seen the look he wore only a handful of times, only when he was walking the line between soft boyfriend Namjoon and daddy Namjoon.

You bid your thanks and farewell to the driver before obliviously turning towards the garden, aimlessly looking around. Until Namjoon grasped your arm, redirecting you to the house.

“Inside.” His voice is stern, you don’t question it, if anything you find yourself walking faster.

You slip off your shoes as he does, placing the few shopping bags on the ground, the house was quiet, with no one on the lower floor. Before you could explore you found yourself being pulled in the direction of the couch, Namjoon sitting down before pulling you over his lap causing you to squeal.

“You teased me all day, ignored my warnings and disobeyed me completely. I’m going to spank you 15 times and you’re going to count them. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You smirked, you knew it would work.

His hand came down unsuspectingly, you kicked your legs in response.

“Count.”

“One.”

Another slap. “Properly.”

“One Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

His hand came down again, and again and again, and each time you jerked, the force of his palm much firmer than you were expecting. You could feel yourself growing wet. You were sure yo ass was red as the last hit came. “Fi-fifteen Daddy.”

“Good girl, you did so good baby.” He chimed, pulling you up to sit in his lap.

He held you for a while, rocking your bodies back and forth on the couch. “The house is too quiet.”

“I think their instructions probably said something about not interfering with our task.” His voice was reassuring.

“Makes sense.” You whisper back, letting him lull you into a soft state.

You knew it had hardly been long when he slid you from his lap, helping you regain your balance. “You have to go and get changed, do you need help?”

“No I’ll be okay, I’ll be back in a little.” You grab the bags on the way to the stairs, skipping two at a time despite the way your legs felt limp.

With the blue lingerie on you slip the bullet vibrator inside, along with the nipple clamps. Thankfully he had chosen the adjustable ones so they didn’t hurt too much, the dark material covered it well. Although you were much more unsure about the vibrating device, especially so considering Namjoon would have the control.

You’d only been given 20 minutes to get yourself arranged, namjoons spanking using most of that time. With one final check, you exited down the stairs, the occupants that had been missing earlier were all seated on the couch at your entrance.

“Wow.”

“Beautiful.”

“So sexy, so perfect.”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.”

“You look amazing.”

You blushed at their responses, heading towards Namjoons side sliding him the control. “Let’s get this done with. Do you have the camera?”

“Yes, we can go out if you’re ready.” He rubbed a hand against your back. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I’m okay.” You nod, giving the others a look before heading outside. It wasn’t cold, far from it. It was no different from wearing lingerie but for some reason, it seemed much more intimate. Especially with the other six watching.

You didn’t even have a second to adjust yourself when the device began buzzing inside of you, if it wasn’t for Namjoon standing beside you to steady you then you were sure you would have face-planted the floor. “Careful baby, daddy’s got you.”

You knew that, they always had you.

You began walking, the villa was big, maybe it wasn’t until now that you realised just how big. The weight of the nipple clamps brings you a pleasurable pain, your orgasm coming and going in waves, Namjoon knowing just when to give you a break.

“The questions?” You ask, focusing on the floor beneath you as he walks a few steps behind, a camera on you.

“They are pure filth.” He laughs, pulling out the list from his pocket. “Question one, describe your dirtiest fantasy.”

“Free use, being tied up and left all day, not knowing when someone will fuck me next.” You put it blunt enough that he stuttered.

“W-wow. Okay. Wow, that’s… okay. Next question, what’s something you secretly enjoy.”

There wasn’t much left to be a secret at this point, “I guess I’d say overstimulation? Not being able to escape the pleasure whilst someone else can do as they puh- fuck- please.” You bit your lip, stifling a moan, stilling yourself for a moment to clench your thighs together. Namjoon nudged you forward a little, he wanted you to continue walking, so you did.

“Third question, what’s your least favourite punishment.”

That was an easy answer. “Denial, at the same time I love it. Knowing I could give it to myself but won’t.” You stood straight as the device stopped completely, turning back for an answer.

“Thought you liked denial.” He smirked.

You shook your head, already regretting the things this quiz was making you reveal. “Not like this no, just, more please?”

He pointed ahead of you, you continued walking and the vibratory continued. The chain of the nipple clamps ratting every time you trembled over in pleasure.

“Fourth question. What’s your favourite punishment?”

You recalled his earlier “correction” of your disobedient behaviour. “Spanking.”

He laughed at that, flicking the vibratory up a notch. “Cute. We are halfway, fifth question - dominant or submissive?”

“I find myself leaning more to submissive, ah, but I have my moments, I li-like domination bu-bu-but I’m not as sure in it, I think that’s why I may lean more towards submission, there’s more familiarity.” You moaned this time loud enough that has anyone else had been around they would have heard it. Your hand come to cover your mouth.

Namjoon didn’t take too favourably to that, reaching out to stop your arm. “Don’t, you sound beautiful.”

“Okay.” You nodded. You let yourself lean into his arm, resting your head back against his chest light vibrations causing your legs to shake. You were so dangerously on the edge. “Hurry.” You breathed, your pace picking up.

“Sixth question- favourite person to dominate.”

You suck in a breath, Namjoon once again toying with the level of the vibrations. “I think I’d have to go with Tae and Jungkook as equals, Taehyung is lovely to have in pet play, and Jungkook begs so beautifully. Both give me whiplash.”

You could tell he wanted to get through this as much as you, you were a few minutes away from reaching the door again. “Seventh question, favourite person to be dominated by.”

“Couldn’t - can’t - decide.” You moaned again, your legs nearly giving out underneath you. “All dominate me in their own way, love them all.”

He laughed at the next one. “Eight question, do you masturbate in the house alone?”

You struggled to catch your breath, the idea of giving up and rubbing your cunt until you came was all too appealing, but still, you answered. “N-no, only once or twice. The bathroom- no cameras.” You weren’t ashamed, in the beginning, you were still coming into yourself, you found yourself sneaking off once or twice to have a few private moments, you were much more sure of how to ask for what you wanted, the need of self-pleasure no more when you have 7… well 3… ready to please you.

“I wonder what everyone else will think about that. Ninth question- would you ever want a life with some form of domination every day.”

Oh, that. “No, well it depends, not all day every day, something every day maybe.” Even you noticed your answer had changed from the resounding no you gave just a few weeks ago.

“Last one baby you did so well.” He helps you stand straight, lowering the toy to allow you a moment to focus. “What words or phrases turn you on most.”

“Degrading one’s, even if they are soft.” You were thankful for the ease of the question.

You see Sejin Hovering around as you reached the door, you suddenly felt way too exposed. Namjoon seemed to realise and slipped of his thin jacket, letting you wrap yourself in the large material.

“I just need the camera.” He explains, Namjoon hands it over waving goodbye to the producer.

You squealed unsuspectingly as he wrapped an arm around you, reaching down to carry you bridle style.

He carried you inside kicking off his shoes as he rushed to lay you down on the couch, turning the vibrator up to the highest function, his hand coming down to massage your clit. Ignoring the other eyes on you as he brought you closer to the edge. You writhed against him, moaning endlessly as your orgasm tore through you. The haziness took over as you felt yourself cum.

“Fuck, you squirted baby.” You heard someone say, you couldn’t make out who, the overstimulation becoming far too much. “Can’t take it.” Your words were slurred, and weak.

“Thought this was your guilty pleasure sweetheart, just take it like a good girl for Daddy.” Namjoons hand was caressing you as he held your arms down.

It was only a few seconds you were sure but eventually, the vibrations become enough to make you cry, you were sure you were crying when it finally switched off. “So good, you did so fucking good, I love you I’m so proud of you.”

You relaxed at the praise, shifting to hide in his large frame, happy that you had been good. “Shower.”

“You wanna shower baby girl?” Yoongi asked this time, you felt him stroking your hair from behind, partly the reason you couldn’t turn around, they were all watching.

“Yes. Please.”

“So polite.” You were sure that was Seokjin.

You whine as Yoongi pulled away, missing his comfort instantly but he shushed you. “I’ll go run you a bath, Namjoon can bring you up in around 10 minutes okay?”

“Mhm.” It’s not like you had a choice.

True to his word Yoongi ran you a bubble bath which Namjoon helped you into, cleaning you off before excusing himself to let you relax a little, explaining he would ask Seokjin to make you something to eat.

The water grew cold and you decided it was time to get out, drying yourself off you threw on some shorts and one of, Jungkooks?, T-shirts.

You heard the door click shut as you reached the bottom of the stairs, still towel-drying your hair as you went. “Was someone here?”

“No, why?” Yoongi wraps a hand around your waist, kisses planted against your nape.

You shrugged leaning back into his touch. “I just thought I heard the door”

“No doll.” He responds, his hands pressing into your hips a little firmer than necessary.

You had your hopes up, wanting one thing and one thing alone for your reward. “So, how did it go today?”

“All completed.” He murmurs, distracted by the necklace of kisses he was forming around your neck.

“Time to ask for our prize.

“And that is?”

“You’ll see.”

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All we Need - Jake Seresin x Reader - Part 2

A/N: Here is part two, I have enjoyed writing this hence why I am getting the parts up pretty quickly. Feedback is welcome and so are request!

Pairings: Jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!pilot!Benjamin Reader

Warning: Angst Fluff Naval Inaccuracies mentions of death and mentions of the mission from the movie

Note: this is a bot of an AU where Iceman is fine and better!

Jakes POV

“Daddy,” I hear a whisper next to me and a slight tap on my shoulder opening my eyes to see my daughter with a sad look on her face.

“What’s the matter Daisy?”

“Thena gone.” She replies tears brimming in her eyes and I shoot up out of bed, any indication that last night was a dream gone as I look at the tears threatening to fall.

“No baby maybe she just had an early start you know how she likes to wake up early to go make sure everything is safe for you.” She nods and starts making grabby hands indicating she wanted to be picked. I picked her up and headed toward the kitchen to start breakfast looking at the clock seeing that it was only 7am, Sarah wouldn’t be here for another half an hour to pick Daisy up. We eventually sat down for breakfast when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to see Sarah standing there a wide grin on her face as she stepped through the house.

“Hi miss Daisy” Daisy lifted her head with a small smile.

“Hi grandma Sarah”

Sarah shot me a confused look and I sighed normally Daisy would jump out of her seat for Sarah.

“Y/N got home last night, but was gone before we could wake up.” Sarah nodded immediately understanding the gloominess of the two Seresin’s.

“I am sure she will be home tonight Daisy, until then did you want to spend some time with me and Papa Ice and we can go to the zoo” Daisy head pops up and she sprints to her room to get ready suddenly excited at the sound of going to he zoo.

“I will grab some money for you to take her to the zoo, Sarah, thank you for looking after her.”

“Don’t you dare Jake, it is always our pleasure, since Ice got better he loves spending time with her and besides I know how hard it is for kids to grow up in this lifestyle.”

“Thank you” I say giving her a hug, for some reason this last deployment of Athena’s seemed harder than normally and now with this mission we are all stressed, the only silver lining was that Iceman was better lifting everyones spirits slightly. “Can you help Daisy get ready, I need to be on base in 30 mins.” Sarah nodded before walking into Daisy’s room.

After getting ready I waved to Sarah and Daisy before heading off towards base. When I arrived I walked into the classroom to noticed I was the last one to arrive with still no sign of Athena anywhere I start thing maybe she hadn’t been recalled and was just home early from deployment. As I took my seat next to Coyote, Warlock and Cyclone walk in explaining the details of the mission.

“And now to introduce the pilot instructed to teach all of you how to successfully fly this mission……Captain Pete Mitchell call sign Maverick.”

I turn to see Mav walking down the centre of the chairs, he hives me a subtle nod as I see Coyote Payback and Fanboy drop their heads while an angry look crosses Roosters face.

“What did you do Coyote”

“We throw him overboard about 1 min after you left last night.” I laugh lowly as Mad starts talking about the F-18 handbook.

“Today’s training will be basic dogfighting, you will be going up in pairs, first up Hangman, Payback and Fanboy, be ready in 15, I will meet you in the air.” We all start to stand up and head towards our jets, I see Rooster looking angry.

“Rooster man you okay?” He rolls his eyes at me

“Go away Hangman.”

“Okay but just so you know you can talk to me I know normally you would talk to Athena about it but you can talk to me.”

“I really thought she would be here.”

“Me too.” We turn to look as we hear a jet take off from the 2nd runway where the instructors planes normally are.

“Well that must be Mav that’s my cue, don’t let whatever is getting to you get to you Rooster.” I leave it at that and walk toward my jet before doing pre-flight checks. Once I was ready to go I lined up on the tarmac as Payback and Fanboy take off, after I have taken off we start idling above the training area waiting for instructions.

“Morning Aviators and welcome to basic dogfighting, you are not to go below the hard deck of 5,000 feet. The goal shoot before you get shot down.”

Mav starts through the radio before Payback interrupts.

“What happens if we don’t, sir”

“I shoot back.” I can here the snideness in his voice.

“How bout we put some skin in the game.”

“What are you thinking Payback?”

“Whoever gets shot down has to do 200 push ups.”

“Alright you are on Payback.”

“Guys. That is a lot of push ups.” My heart nearly plummets to the ground when I hear the voice through the radio, a voice I would no anywhere suddenly the sun is blocked out of my canopy and I look up as I see Athena had moved her jet so she was upside over my jet.

“Hey cowboy, miss me.”

“Shit is that…” Payback breaks through the radio and Fanboy finished the sentence

“Athena, shit.”

Readers POV

I giggle as I hear Payback and Fanboy swear looking down at Jake just able to make out the shocked expression, i knew he knew i was home but I had still managed to surprise him.

‘Alright boys, its on.’ I quickly break away from my inclined position getting into a fight position, I knew Jake was going to be the tough one to beat, i also knew he had a bad habit of leaving his wingman so I went after Payback and Fanboy first, the put up on hell of a fight radio for Jake who i had seen sneak up behind me arrogance in his voice.

“This fellas is how you kill a goddess.”

“Right Hangman, time to teach you a lesson,,,,you’re out Payback.”

“Copy Athena” i break away and Jake follows as i start flying toward the sun, i can hear him asking payback for help to which payback responds with ‘i’m dead dickhead.’ And I giggle knowing i am now out of jakes line of sight i pull the control stick and flip over the top to land behind him.

‘You’re out Hangman, next time don’t leave your wingman.’ I see him hit the canopy before we all head back to base. I was the first to land, after i landed i popped the canopy and climb down the wing as i hit the ground I was wrapped in a tight pair of arms.

‘I missed you too Roo.’ He didn’t say anything just hugged me tighter.

‘I havent seen you in what a year and you dont even call to tell me your back.’ Before i can answer two more sets of arms wrap around me I look to see both Bob and Phoenix hugging me

‘Good to see you both as well.’ I reach up and ruffle bobs hair to which he groans through a wide smile.

‘Phe, we need lots of drinks tonight, on me.’ She nods

‘I missed you thena’

‘Me too Phe.’

I spot Jake over Phoenix’s head I smile before sprinting across the tarmac, Jake smiles even wider as I leap in his arms and wrap my legs around his waist.

‘Miss me did you Thena.’

‘You know I did, sorry I didn’t call, I didnt know I was coming back till I was practically on the plane.’

‘Daisy was upset you weren’t there this morning.’ He says placing me on the ground. I lower my head, suggesting ice cream and movies before we go to the Bar tonight.

‘I gotta go see Mav, but I will see you all in the classroom soon yeah.’ And i take off towards where Mav is standing with Cyclone.

Jakes POV

I watch as she takes off running toward Mav and Cyclone so lost in my own thoughts I didn’t hear Rooster come up behind me

‘That was odd.’ I turn to Rooster.

‘What are you on about man she just needed to talk to Mav.’ I replied though Rooster was right we hadn’t seen each other in months and she said two sentences to me. Rooster just shrugged and walked towards the classroom where everyone else was gathering. I walked it taking my seat next to Coyote normally Athena would sit on the other side but right now she was standing still fully kitted up next to Mav. Cyclone moves to the front of the room gaining everyone’s attention

‘Now the she has graced as with her appearance can I introduce your team leader and co-instructor for this mission, the only pilot on active duty to be an Ace by having five air-to-air kills, and the best pilot that Navy has had in decades Lieutenant Commander Y/N Benjamin, call sign Athena.’ I turn in shock to look at Phoenix and Rooster who are also looking with at the front in shock as she moves to the front, Coyote taps my shoulder whispering in my ear

‘She is an Ace and got a promotion and you didn’t tell me.’

‘I didn’t know.’ And i turn back to the front of the room my full attention on Athena.

‘Most of you I know and have flown with before for some it is the first time, the point of these next few weeks is to teach you all how to fly this mission and get you all home safely.’

I took note of the way she was phrasing the mission objectives and how she was always saying you and not us, I made a mental note to talk to her about it in private, we all knew this mission was dangerous but the way she is speaking is that someone is coming home and that someone is her.

‘Now next in the air going up against Maverick is Rooster, Phoenix and Bob.’ Rooster shoots a small glare at her and she shrugs slightly.

‘As for the rest of you report to the rec room there is a schedule there of who is flying and when except Payback, Fanboy and Hangman.’ I flinch at my call sign coming out of her mouth through all our years she has always referred to me as Jake.

‘Ma’am where do we report.’ Fanboy asked.

‘To Hondo, Fanboy, you three owe me 200 pushups.’

Readers POV

I saw Payback and Fanboy groan as the head towards Hondo, I glance to Jake who looks hurt that i had kept the promotion and the fact i was now an Ace a secret. As he stood up i yelled out to him to get his attention to stay back.

‘Ma’am is there something i can do for you.’ I could hear the sarcasm in his voice with hints of anger

‘Cut it out Hangman, I was going to tell you I just hadn’t got time to.’

‘How could you not get time is your phone broken or something.’

‘I got told i was being recalled then shoved on a plane before i finishing packing my bag, by the time i got home I just wanted to sleep.’

‘What happened on you last mission Athena?!’ I saw his face soften as i struggled to control my emotions a flash of sadness making its way across my face, before i could answer Cyclone called me to report to his office.

‘I want to tell you Jake, but I don’t know if i am ready, tonight can we go together to get daisy and then maybe grab some ice cream by the beach.’ He just nodded in response and i patted him on the arm before walking to cyclones office.

‘Sir,’

‘Athena, how was it being back in the air after everything today?’

‘Fine sir, no issues at all it felt like i never left.’

‘Losing a wingman is never easy Athena if you need to talk to someone whether its professionally or Iceman you need to talk about it.’

‘I know thank you sir, with regard Iceman is helping me as he knows the details of the mission.’

‘Very well and well done on the promotion, I am sure you are happy’

‘Yes Sir, thank you.’ As he dismissed me and i headed toward the locker room hoping Phoenix was still in the sky. As i picked up the pace tears threatening to spill i crashed into a hard chest looking up to see who it was i widen my eyes in surprise.

‘Uncle Ice?’

Taglist: @dory-98

[likesplatterpaint]

Welp. Uh.

A few days ago I got an email from a recruiter reaching out to me on behalf of a ritzy private school in our area, looking for a 9-12 art teacher.

I replied with how flattered I was, but they were currently offering 12k less than what I make, and I’m primarily specialized in digital arts now.

She said she’d pass that along. The head of school has reached out to me today to discuss further. Uhhhhh???

Pros:

Change of scenery,

much smaller class sizes,

Beautiful campus

fewer discipline issues (school has a great reputation and two of my rockstar 8th graders left to do high school there)

fewer IEPs to juggle (my 2nd pd class is 20 students with 11 having needs, 3rd pd is similar with two having significant modification needs)

No teaching comp sci

No teaching middle school, which is fine right now but usually is a huge source of my stress

Less chance of school shooting jfc

Cons

Longer commute (34 min vs my current 22)

Loss of union protections

Potential loss of good benefits (our insurance is hella)

No tenure, likely at will

Fine art position, which means back to teaching drawing, painting and sculpture and not my current specialization. I’ve never taught traditional fine art at the high school level and made a fuss about doing so last year alongside my digital stuff because it was 5 preps ffs. (Now I’m teaching 5 preps anyway)

Unknown environment- I would be leaving a tight knit staff where I am known and respected for the most part

Im getting that they have a pretty big emphasis on teachers being involved in extracurriculars, which I have mostly ignored at my school

Being the type of dickwad that leaves mid year (I would potentially see if they would wait til spring semester because Yikes for my kids)

Unknown situation with subs/leave- I currently have 18 sick days and 3 personal

Unknown situation regarding payscale- where I am now, I can expect to at least go up one step every year and get some sort of COLA

Right now cons look like they’re winning but I think I’ll still talk to the head of school, just to see. I spoke to my coworker whose daughter left for there and she said it’s amazing there, would teach there herself but for the fewer protections and benefits.

Life what u doin

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Overworked

Shuri X f!reader

a/n: It has been a hot min! But I'm happy to be back :) Life has been super busy and honestly, I just haven't been able to make time for writing :( but hopefully going forward I can do it more because I miss it and I miss you guys! Feel free to send requests esp for this character, can't promise I will get to all of them but I can try! Or you can just send me a message for fun anything at all but anyways as always I hope you enjoy! p.s. More shuri fics??? LMK!! I have one in mind I wanna do I think

Warnings: Kinda spicy but not really smutty, not proofread, 18+, fluff, angst a tad, SPOILERS FOR WAKANDA FOREVER

Word Count: 1548

Concept (requested): "Hello!!! Can you do an imagine where Shuri has been overworking herself and the reader is the only one who can get her to take a break maybe with a smut scene (only if you’re comfortable with writing that) :)"

Taglist for some of my other work bc I don't have one for Shuri specifically (LMK IF YOU WANT TO B ADDED) : @yelenaslyubov @youreatotalposer @jeyramarie @flosbelova @bridgecitybrad @justthis-stuff @chloe7076 @ailenepuff @thorya22 @ravenclawbitch426 @mellowladyangel @amcg0605-blog @kassies-take @yelenaswife1996 @wandanatchick @lilroachsworld

“Griot, open the door.” You demand as you wait outside of Shuri’s lab. 

“Griot!! Don’t you dare.” You hear muffled through the wall. 

“Shuri!!! Let me in!!” You say a little louder for her to hear. 

No response. 

“Panther, need I remind you that y/n is just as smart as you and I do believe if she wants to find a way into this room she will.” Griot says over the speakers in the lab. 

A small smile comes across Shuri’s face when she remembers how brilliant her girlfriend truly is. Just as she opens her mouth to tell Griot to open the doors it’s too late anyways as she hears the swoosh from the doors open and sees her not so happy girlfriend standing in front of her. 

“Look I swear I was about to let you in-” Shuri starts, picking up what she was working on trying to continue working on it as she walks backwards away from her girlfriend. 

“Pass it over.” You say in your best sounding stern mom voice. 

“I am SO close please- let me just get five more minutes.” She says with those dark beautiful eyes. 

“Shuri, you said that last night and when I woke up this morning, your side of the bed wasn’t even touched.” 

A small guilty laugh comes out of your girlfriend as you continue to walk towards her until she is backed up against the table and has nowhere to go. 

“Shuri, what’s going on? Why haven’t you left the lab in days?”

This more careless expression drops off her face as she looks down at her feet. 

“Ever since everything that happened with Namor, I just— I know we reached a mutual understanding but I can’t help but feel like something is still wrong and Wakanda— Wakanda feels unprotected.”

“Shuri— wakanda isn’t unprotected. It has you, we have our black panther and you know that.”

“Yeah, but what if I’m not enough? I’m not T’Challa and honestly I know most of the elders still aren’t pleased with my choice to turn down the throne but take up the mantle of the black panther.” She says with a small chuckle. 

You give her a soft smile as you cup her face bringing her towards you and laying a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“I know you’ve been working very hard on all of your new projects but please— my love, let me take you for lunch so you can try to unwind a little.”

Shuri nods her head as she gently sets down the items in her hands and takes yours as you walk out of the lab together. 

The two of you went to your favourite local food vendor downtown in the Capital of Wakanda. They are a small hole in the wall type of place but always have the best service and the most spectacular food…it does help of course that you’re dining with the princess of Wakanda.

“I am STUFFED.” Shuri says with the most adorable giggle and smile as she looks over at you. 

“Are you feeling a little bit better now?” You ask.

“Much. Thank you.” She says as she leans in for a quick kiss. “I think I know what would make me feel even better though…” she says with a cheeky grin. 

You raise your eyebrows at her when you quickly click into what she has running through her mind. “Oh really?” 

“Mhm.”

Shuri grabs your hand as she pulls you onto the back of her motorcycle which you know can be dangerous but you secretly love it. Getting to hold her waist tightly, weaving through other vehicles and just the feeling of going at such a speed. 

“My queen.” Shuri says, extending her hand looking to help you off her bike. 

The blush ran through your cheeks, you always get a little flustered when she says things like that to you. 

God your girlfriend was so fucking hot. It was the matching purple tracksuit outfit that really just did it for you. 

Shuri led you upstairs to her room while you followed eagerly behind. 

“Griot.”

“Welcome back panther and miss Y/n.”

“You know what to do.” She says. 

You turn and look at your girlfriend with a confused look on your face as she has a devious smile on her face. 

The lights start dimming as a giant white screen begins to roll down from the ceiling across from Shuri’s bed. A projector flickers on with an endless list of movies to choose from along with chocolates and other assorted snacks appearing on the side table. 

“I thought you said you were full?” You say nudging towards the sweet treats. 

“Oh I am— but I actually have one last thing I wouldn’t mind eating…” She responds with a very familiar look on her face. “Oh wait! One more thing.” Shuri says as she pulls out a small box with a bow. 

You open the box only to reveal an unbelievably sexy purple matching set. You raise an eyebrow in your girlfriend's direction as she can’t stop smiling at you. 

“So…”

You let out a chuckle and a playful eye roll as you tell her you’ll be right back as you make your way towards the bathroom. 

The bathroom door unlocks as you walk through it and Shuri turns her head as fast as she can only to have her jaw drop on the floor as she takes in your beauty. 

Letting out the loudest “DAMN!” She can’t help but cover her mouth with her hands as you slowly walk towards her. 

“God, have I ever told you that you are the most beautiful woman in the entire universe?”

“Oh is that so?”

“Oh my god yes.”

You continue to slowly walk towards Shuri but her impatience grows bigger so she quickly walks over to you, swiftly lifting you off your feet. Your legs wrap around her as she holds you up and her lips connect with yours. Your arms draped over her shoulders as she continued to passionately kiss you. 

Shuri gently lays you down on the bed as she crawls on top and begins slowly kissing down your neck as the softest moans escape your lips. Your eyes open ever so slightly as they start to roll back into your head when you see a flashing blue light coming from the side table.

“Shuri…”

“Yes my love? She whispers into your neck as she continues to make her way down.

“I think there is a notification coming from your kimoyo beads.”

“Ignore it. Whoever it is can wait, I only want to be with you right now.”

You close your eyes as she hits the soft spot on your hip causing shivers to roll up your spine sending your head backwards into the pillows. 

The light had stopped flashing but started again but this time it was blinking faster.

“Shuri…”

“y/n. Just ignore it, do not worry.” She says as her lips softly lay a kiss on yours. 

Shuri brings one of her hands up to gently cup your face as her tongue explores the inside of your mouth. Her hands start to trail down the sides of your stomach and begin to tug on the new lingerie she bought you. It’s been awhile since the two of you have spent time together like this and god was your body craving it. You felt like you were falling into a trance…

“Panther, I tried to stop him but you have incoming.” Griot announces.

“wha-WHAT HEY.” Shuri screams as she whips the duvet over your slightly exposed body. You look over at the door frame to see M’Baku standing there with his hand over his eyes.

“Shuri, I am sorry to interrupt whatever I may have interrupted but we need you now.”

“I am very clearly in the middle of something. Whatever it is, you are king now and you can handle it.” She says in a surprisingly calm yet stern tone. “And take your hand down, there is nothing to see.”

M’Baku slowly lowers his hand and makes eye contact with you as you give him a little wave from under the covers. 

“I’m sorry, but you need to come, you know the elders, they do not like to be kept waiting. I swear I would not be here doing this if it was not important. We need the Black Panther.”

Shuri rolls her eyes, “if I had known I would have this many responsibilities I would have never drank that stupid herb.” she says in a sarcastic tone. 

“I will be back soon my love, I promise.” Shuri says as she kisses you on the forehead. “Griot please turn on y/n’s favourite until I get back.”

“As you wish.” Griot responds as your favourite movie is already loading up on the screen. 

“My king.” She says bending over and motioning towards the door for M’Baku to walk through. He just rolls his eyes with a laugh as she follows behind and the door closes behind them.

Although she left you right when things were about to get good, you were still happy to see her getting back to her usual self, sarcastic and always joking around with the most amazing smile too. 

– The End –

[alwaysbelikethis]

Rosé x Fem!Reader

TW: Mention of S^icide. Please if you're sensitive do not read such stuff idk why i started writing with this... if you struggle pls contact with anyone or even me. Such stories of mentioned can trigger the person, beware.

Contains +18 content

(In)vincible

“Rosie”

“Rosie!! Wake up” whisper yelled i.

It was around 2-3 am and the sound woke one of the lovers with panic.

“Rosie!! Wake up! There’s a sound coming from downstairs!!”

“Ah..” “ that must be washing machine, i started it before..” rosie on the other hand having a hard time to wake up, or to care according to y/n.

“For god sake i- did you have to do that in the middle of the night? We have all day…”

Girl complained but only would echo into the room and get back to herself while her girlfriend already fall back to dream… what was the point?

You see, long time couples sometimes cannot stand each other. Sometimes everything is so still where you were expecting to be all fun and happy. Which is kind of true though. They are happy time to time and would scream to each other the other time.

Rosé is organized person, she’s structured and right on time with everything. She has already planned her next week meal. And y/n is more different and complicated than that. She wants to watch a movie right now and she would and you wouldn’t catch what’s her next move. You, me, bed now and bang bang bangity bang? No, Rosie cannot be active after dinner for 1 hour. Y/N has learnt to wait.

She has learnt a lot to fit in rosé’s life. She fit in just right that it’s her world that Y/N lives in it. Who was she before she moved in? Everything seems alright at some point but is it? Y/N went back to sleep wondering all the answers.

Next morning Y/N woke up like she was just born. Rosé already came back from her morning run and left the curtains full open for her girlfriend to have all the sun light of the morning. Vitamin D at it’s full potential, however Y/N is not.

“Did you have breakfast?”

She startled her girlfriend who was changing and didn’t know she woke up.

“Jeez… how long have you been awake?”

“Just enough to admire all the muscle show you put on” there, Y/N is smiling full even her eyes are not quite open.

“I had breakfast before i left, its actually almost my lunch time”

“You can join my brunch, my lady”

“You take hour to get up, i’ll probably catch you on your brunchinner”

“Is that supposed to be brunch and dinner mix?”

“I’m not good with words just.. you got it”

Y/N smiled and gave up having a meal with her girlfriend cuz she feels like she’s an affair between her girlfriend and her schedule. However rosé has no idea what those small things mean to her gf and she get things on her way.

Saturday and sunday had passed and monday morning Y/N left for work early. Rosie has all the time to clean places alone.

Bzzzz bzzzz (its supposed to be phone ringing)

“Yeah?..” “okay i’ll check it on the website itself” rosé grabbed your computer to mail files to Y/N because her irresponsible ass forgot.

Alright… google… search bar… search history.

‘Why my girlfriend is not the same?’

‘What can i do to make my gf happy?’

‘S***ide help support’

What?

Rosé stared at the screen for 5 min at least until Y/N called her again.

“Rosie can you please be quick this is urgent just send me already”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I- okay. I’ll send now”

Rosé has started to contemplate everything after the first shock. She never realised? But Y/N has been with her for years. They maybe don’t wake together and have breakfast together or dinner or make out or… did they being back to friends? What kind of relationship was that? How could she not tell rosé?? How could she- rosé went through all of it until another phone ring from you wake her up.

“Rosie im asking a favour what are you doing? I’m gonna get fired and i’m having all the panic for god sake its just a file! Please!!”

“I’m sending it now” Now rosé sounds so small that Y/N thought it was about her voice tone.

“Okay i got it thank you, look i’m sorry if it was harsh, i got panicked and all and you know my boss with this goddamn presentstion everytime like it’s-“

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Come home when you get off from work”

“Okay… are you really that hurt? Look i’m sor-“

“No it’s all okay, just, for dinner”

“Oh who are you and what did you do to my gf? Because i….“

Rosé is still shocked how Y/N is trying to be silly, funny, all laugh like she’s on holiday at clouds floating around lightly. Rosé cut it short and hung up the phone. She was actually dripping tears.

She cried good. How long has it been since they drifted apart this much? Was she neglecting her much? Was she in her world too much to see the girl sleeping next to her every night?

Questions took a new turn and it was rosé this time. For how long? ….

rosé realised it’s been 2 and a half hours since she was thinking everything and every detail. She decided to get up and plan a delightful night for Y/N. Her favourite food and quality time. They both could use that.

Then around afternoon, she heard the car engine coming from the front while she was staring at rhe blank. She got up immediately to welcome you at the door. She’s not sure what to do with all the overwhelming information she got today but she had one goal, to make you happy tonight. So she waited for Y/N to open the door and suprise her.

“Jeez!!!!! Rosie! What are you doing? Are you about to go out? You scared me”

“Gosh you scared me too, just wanted to suprise you and give a hug. I missed my gf!”

“Seriously what got into you?? Did you watch titanic again and got into your romantic era? It ain’t like you”

And rosé hugged her gf so tightly. She never realised how precious this small thing is.

“Woah baby, did something happen to you?”

“No… I just wanted to appriciate you. Get change and we’ll have dinner, okay?”

“Okay baby, thank you, this is so sweet of you! I’ll be right back. I love you!”

I love you.

I love you.

What was the last time they use that? What if something happened to her and would she remember the last time they actually appriciate this love? She has to shake herself, she can’t loose it all now. It’s ‘her’ night.

“Woah today you saved my life you know? Idk how did i forget my laptop at home. I’m getting old, babygirl”

Did she? Save her life? Cuz she faced the exact opposite fact today. She actually made rosé really happy but rosé blamed herself for not appriciating it.

They ate all the food and rosé listen Y/N talk about her day. And she listen to her appriciating rosé’s effort on tonight and how happy she makes her. She has to learn to return this love.

“I thought you were going out with that outfit, did you wear this for tonight only?” Rosé knows how to make Y/N crazy with skirt and high heel combination even though it’s silly to wear them around the house, she wanted Y/N to get in the mood

“Only for you, Y/N girl”

“You look, like you could kill 5 people from heart attack from directly looking at you”

Rosé took Y/N’s hand and pull her in closer. Lips on lips and its like the last day on earth. Hands on each other like it’s the first touch.

“Ah, okay sorry, we can stop here since we had just dinner and you plan your sex time according to that for some reason. You’re such a weir-“

“Get on my tigh.”

“Wha- like sit? We can get to the couch, i think survivor is playing tonight”

Gosh, how long they have been apart from each other for her to think anything but sex from rosé.

“Y/N shut up and take your underwear off and sit on my tigh.”

“I-“

“I’m waiting.”

Y/N has no idea what happened to her gf but she’s loving it. Rosé took the charge and take off her underwear. Y/N sits on rosé’s thigh which was between her legs. Rosé pushed her knee up to cause pressure on Y/N’s sweet spot.

“Ah… rosé…”

“Grind.”

“Wha-?”

Rosé is impatient and almost annoyed with her gf questioning everything so she grabbed her bum and make her. “Shit rosé i-“ then rosé didn’t give her chance to talk and put her fingers on her mouth. Finally when Y/N lost her sanity and grind by herself on rosé, other hand of her went to grab Y/N’s throat.

“Make a mess” the suction of her fingers turn into bites and that’s where rosé knows Y/N’s body is full of tension. She then released her body on rosé and she hold her. She hold her tight. “Sorry i kinda make a mess on your legs but i-“

“God sake Y/N because i told you so, you talk too much” she grabbed her like a baby and carried her to the bed. You see, rosé may seem like self-centered but she’s the most selfess with her gf. She just sometimes forget how to hold each other. Y/N, already passed out on bed, makes rosé stare at her long enough. She curled up next to her and cannot control her tears. Emotions are too overwhelming and she has not digested any of it. Where would she go to relieve all of it? Who she talk to? Confront Y/N? The night flies away with thoughts…

After days went by, Y/N woke up to the saturday morning with her girlfriends’ arm all around her. She has no idea why rosé cling into her all week out of nowhere. She’s not complaining but she cannot stop wondering why. Just a week ago, rosé seemed like she would avoid her at all cost. But today, they were truely invincible.

“Y/N?”

“Mhm?”

“Good morning”

“Morning love”

….

“I love you”

….

“I love you too”

You see, rosé couldn’t confront her mostly because she didn’t think she would able to handle it. Who can? Instead she tried to give her all. Everything. Although it didn’t take much to things get back to their abnormal normality.

“Rosé”

“Yes, love?”

“I’m off to work, take care okay?” She peck a kiss

“Okay love, you too!”

She was about to leave but she came back to rosé and give her a passionate kiss this time but rosé already turn back to take the ringing phone

“I love you”

Rosé nodded with her while greeting the person on the phone

And she left. Little did she know Y/N wasn’t off to work that day.

Y/N won’t be able to off to work any day, ever.

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Welcome to Absolute Zero Day aka Yes, I'm still watching this show Day aka I'm dead inside Wednesday.

I am well aware that no ones cares anymore but sharing this is helping me keep my sanity through the show.

Here we go again…

FYI we are with the kids now.

One of them is telling the other one what will happen if they keep seeing each other. Really doesn't matter which one at this point. Just pick one.

One of them starts crying, now the other. Now they're hugging each other and crying.

I can't stand the music or the heartbeat sound anymore. I know it's suppose to elicit some kinda emotion on me but nope. I'm dead inside.

Now one of the adults is crying, if you guessed Soon you were correct. yawn Now we get to be reminded about Adult soon and young Ongsa. Yey.

More crying.

OK. Stop. I need to say this. The episode is at 18 min. But really 16 minutes because of the previous and the credits. Of those more than 6 minutes were crying. 6 MINUTES OF CRYING IN 16 MINUTES OF EPISODE. This might be some kind of record. (and yes I timed it because I knew it was coming and I might as well do something)

But wait... that's not all...

Cause there was not enough real time crying, let's have a flashback to the crying we saw not 10 minutes ago. Dead inside.

This is what? the 3rd time I'm watching Ongsa watching Love of Siam?? if they removed half the crying from this show I could've watched all these movies. if I stopped watching the show right now I could watch anything else.

Who the hell is grandpa? How does he know all this? And can he please tell us???

Well with only 2 more episodes left, I should hope so.

The letter still exists. I'm ignoring the paradox. I've abandoned all hope that this will ever make any sense. And we're back at the cinema and now with adult Ongsa.

Adult Ongsa is now crying.

So Adult Ongsa is just gonna ask everybody is they know a person named Suansoon? (if you're curious the answer is no) So now in this present, and by present I mean where we started this wonderful journey, 2018, they are not together.

Oh the amazing butterfly is back. Great. And next week they'll meet as adults. I can't wait.

(I just wanna say to whoever abandoned this ship early, like @lurkingshan and @bengiyo and I'm sure many others, you have my admiration and respect and I wish I was half as sane as you)

[swiftieblyth]

Hi if your still taking requests I have a few if that’s okay

So the first one is

president corionalus snow x wife reader? Where corionalus and the reader was high school sweethearts but the readers step father has a seat at the war table and was absolutely happy to send coryo to the districts as a peacekeeper when he cheated in the hunger games ( to get him away from reader) so he was serving a year and in that year the reader step father was trying to get her to court someone else but she’s like Nahh so when coryo comes back from his peacekeeper era the reader and her family and also the other guys family are all sitting in her familys gardens having tea and the readers parents are talking with the guys parents while he is hopelessly trying his hardest with her but coryo just appears and coryo turns up in his peacekeeper uniform and the reader runs up and kisses him infront of them all, then coryo goes on to be a game maker, and the capitol loves him, but because he hasn’t been out of the peacekeepers for 4 years the reader finds out she’s pregnant and the readers step dad calls coryo back to be a commander and he has to go, but once the baby is born ( a little boy called zade) he comes back and runs for president and gets it when zade is maybe 6/7 months old but the guy the readers step father was trying to marry her to is sat in the presidential mansion speaking politics with corionalus ( because the capitol was celebrating something outside like a parade or something ) and sees the family portrait and asked corionalus “ what it’s like to live the life I was supposed to live” and coryo just puts him in his place, but then the reader comes in disrupting them holding baby zade, and the man says “ y/n snow will you serve me lemonade?” And she says yes ‘ man’s name ‘ I will it’s the day of the parade “ and he says “you look magnificent” and then the reader said “ yes well you look even more handsome than you did .. the day .. I left you” just her putting him right in his place and coryo loves it smirking over his glass at him hehehe 😝 ( listen to trash magic by cardasing on Spotify you’ll understand butt skip to 2 mins, 18 seconds and listen till 2 mins 47 seconds) hehehe love it sooo much

And second one is

Coryo Where he’s a powerful senator and is running for presidency and the reader has her own cafe and bakes everything in it all the cakes and pastries and stuff and coryo comes in one day and then keeps coming because he has a hugeee crush on her

Hi my love! I am so sorry it has taken me so long to get these out!:( Life has been totally crazy lately and I have been able to finish them 😭

I have been working on them since you asked though, and I absolutely love them! I just wanted to let you know that I am almost done with both of them and they will both be out by the end of the week!

I love these requests and if you have anymore please let me know! I’m hoping to be faster about them now! And once again I’m so sorry they’re taking so long 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭