#the scream at the end of dancing shoes and the scream/growl at the end of cigarette smoke gives me heart palpitations

[kunikisss]

i <3 beneath the boardwalk

[enigmatist17]

"What is it with you bloody wizards and being knocked down like a feather in the wind?"

Astarion is not having a good day.

First, before the party had all awoken to begin preparations for a new day of travel, they had been attacked by some hunters looking for the spawn, resulting in some non-vampire friendly concoctions tossed his way. Shadowheart had healed most of the damage, but the grey spiderwebbing of damaged vampire skin across his face had remained a blight for the day, so that was strike one.

Strike two was Tav, darling, lovely, stupid Tav deciding that a spiders nest just had to be looted, resulting in the cursed things nearly overpowering them. Luckily, Wyll had been ready and dispatched most of the spiders, but Astarion could feel them still crawling all over his pale skin as Tav offered the (rather beautiful) dagger they'd found with a sheepish grin.

Well, a gift does go a long way, sometimes.

The third strike had finally been struck, a group of Absolute having gotten the jump on the group and had sent them scattering. One moment it was as normal, some goblins with a drow slowly faltering under the fighters, the next the drow had praised the Absolute before...well, exploding.

Sending Gale right off the edge of their impromptu battleground and to his inevitable demise.

Now, Astarion doesn't really care of course, Gale is as obnoxious as he is a self-righteous goody two-shoes.

So no, he didn't scream Gale's name as the wizard sailed right out of sight, able to see those wide eyes flicker to meet his own before they were gone. Why of course he didn't snarl and tear through the rest of the goblins like a crazed animal, barely able to comprehend the others panicking and very quickly getting out of his way, lest he find them as much of a snack. Rude of you to even suggest that he was the one to revive the wizard from his demise, not even sarcastic about the irritating way he couldn't just avoid the stupid little ritual.

Why, those would just be lies, darling~

It was decided that finally camp would be struck up once everyone was accounted for, and Astarion stuck around long enough to shove his bag into someone's hands before all but vanishing. He was still vibrating with anger that the damned drow had killed Gale (which the irony of one blowing up themselves to stop an "evil" was not lost on the vampire), and blood taken in the heat of battle tended to dance in his veins for hours afterwards if he had been particularly enraged. A few unfortunate boars fell prey to the spawn, and another poor fool would have joined them, had an approaching figure not caught his attention.

"Still hungry?" Astarion sighs as his prey darts off into the night, and shoots the rather tired looking Gale a glare.

"Not anymore it seems." Gale shook his head with a soft chuckle, before wincing and rubbing the back of his neck. "Still in pain?"

"Yes, I still feel the echo of my death, but fear not, it shall fade in time." With a snap of his fingers a bench seemed to appear from nowhere, and Gale slowly sits down, one hand keeping him upright on his seat, and the other resting on the smooth armrest.. "Ah, much better."

"I'm surprised you even found me, I'm sure you could have sent a familiar." Astarion sat on the other end while the wizard chuckles, the the two look across the dark forest for a moment in silence.

"I heard you scream, earlier." Red eyes dart over with a growl, but Gale shrugs. "Didn't know you cared."

"I don't." The hiss goes uncommented on, and Astarion pouts. "Well, maybe a little."

"Hm." Gale wiggles one index finger, and small specks of light begin to appear around them, each shimmering with a thousand different colors.

Astarion watches them for a spell, as if watching the sun for the first time.

"Don't scare me like that again, or next time I shall be the one to kill you."

Gale's sudden laughter echoes among the trees, and Astarion allows a smirk to cross his lips.

"I shall endeavor to try and not perish, it's not very fun to do so." The wizard chuckles, and the vampire cautiously sidles over. It doesn't take long for the familiar cool sensation overtop of his hand, and the vampire doesn't grunt when Gale shifts his hand to give a gentle squeeze. "Feel better?"

"...we shall see, you did make my snack run off." He sniffed, and Gale shakes his head in amusement.

"As you say."

A wizard and a vampire sit in the woods together, holding hands as they bask in the temporary peace in this insanity of an adventure they shared.

[fivelakesinwriting]

Pangs of Jealousy (Joseph Quinn)

Author's Notes: A fic about Joseph not wanting his girlfriend to go out for the evening, and wanting her all to himself. Something I write about often I find! Please let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Established relationship, Mentions of drinking, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut * (oral sex - female receiving, unprotected sex - be safe out there, your choice how) MINORS DNI

Requested: No. Requests are closed.

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. And you do not have permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

Joseph didn't consider himself to be the jealous type. He was very aware that he had a beautiful, sexy woman on his arm who looked good in a tight black dress. But he was also aware it was him that got to take it off her at the end of the evening and touch the body beneath. So he didn't get too bothered when other men gawked at his girlfriend.

That night, though, he felt pangs of jealousy course through his body as she readied herself for a night out with her girlfriends. He felt territorial as she wiggled by him, the soft feminine scent of her perfume invading his nostrils and he was up off the couch, following her into the bathroom before he knew it.

"That dress is a little tiny, isn't it?" Joseph grumbled as he leaned against the door frame and eyed her backside and thighs in her mini dress.

"Do you think it's too short? I wore a shorter dress to the Stranger Things premiere. Can you see my butt?" She questioned as she turned around to view her backside.

"It's just tight, short. You look really good." He muttered as he scanned her body, thinking filthy things about her so she wouldn't leave. He had never seen that dress before. Why did her girlfriends get to spend the night with her in such a beautiful, sexy dress?

"Thank you. I was thinking about wearing those clear stilettos that I have." She smiled as she turned around to face him.

"The ones you..you wear for me?" Joseph questioned as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked over to her.

"You don't think it will look nice?" She whispered as he stood in front of her.

"Those shoes are for me. Those are for when you dance for me, strip your lingerie or feel extra sexy when you suck my -" Joseph smiled as she covered his mouth with her hand.

"Joseph Quinn!" She gasped with a smile as she covered his mouth.

"I'm just saying, those specific shoes are for me. And I'm not out with you tonight." Joseph smirked as he gently removed her hand from his mouth by her wrist. He pressed his body to hers, his hips pinning hers to the vanity.

"Are you a little bit jealous, baby?" She draped her arms over his shoulders, watching his body language.

"Maybe. Skin is so soft, honey." He mumbled as he knelt down in front of her, his hands caressing her thighs. He kissed the inside of either knee, pushing up the hem of her dress as he kissed his way up to the noticeable little wet spot on her panties.

"Joseph, don't start. Baby, no. I have to go!" She breathed out with a laugh as he rubbed his nose through her folds over her panties, inhaling her scent.

"Smell so good. Can I have a taste before you leave me to my own devices for hours? Just left to think about you and your heavenly cunt being wrapped around me all night, wishing I had you screaming for me and tearing our sheets off the bed. Nothing but your stilettos on." Joseph mumbled as he kissed her heat over her panties, his fingertips tracing patterns down her thighs.

"You can, baby. I love your mouth." She whimpered as she tugged his hair then pulled her panties to the side for him.

"So pretty. Fuck. I really can't let you leave now. Look at you, so wet." He grunted as he lapped at her folds and gripped the backs of her thighs to keep her steady. He growled into her pussy as he lifted her left thigh over his shoulder, nuzzling his face deeper into her core.

"Baby." She moaned out loud, her voice echoing off the bathroom walls while she tugged his hair.

"You wanted me, too? Fuck, honey. I need you so badly." Joseph grunted as he stood up again, his chin slick with her arousal while he pushed her dress up to her hips.

"I feel it. Take me to bed, baby." She whispered with a lick of his chin, making him groan.

Joseph took hold of her thighs and lifted her up, carrying her to their bedroom and laying her on their bed still unmade from the morning. He tore his shirt over his head before he dropped to his hands above her again.

"Don't leave me tonight. Stay here. Let me make love to you all night long." Joseph breathed out as he pulled the cups of her dress down to expose her breasts before he reached for his belt.

"All night?" She whispered as she helped pull his jeans down over his backside, kissing the corners of his mouth.

"As long as you can handle me." Joseph nodded before he slipped his tongue in her mouth. He positioned himself between her thighs, his crown ready at her wet hole. He groaned as she spread her thighs wider for him, giving him silent consent to go inside.

She welcomed him back with a tight, wet warmth. Joseph watched as her eyes rolled back, her nails sinking deep into his backside as she whined into his mouth.

"My love, you feel so good. Look so beautiful." Joseph panted as he twisted the sheets in his fists and slowly built a firm, loving pace.

"You feel good. I love you, baby." She whimpered into his mouth as she scratched his back and lifted her hips to his.

"I love you so much, honey. So fucking good to me. Pussy is heavenly." Joseph growled as he pulled her hair a little, making her gasp and squirm around beneath him.

"M'gonna cum, baby." She gasped as he snapped his hips forward and nudged her sweet spot.

"Such a sensitive thing. So in love with you. Cum for me, gorgeous." Joseph panted as he kept his pace firm, aiming for her gspot on every thrust.

She came around him with babbled nonsense, her nails scratching down his back and surely leaving deep marks. Joseph growled from deep in the pit of his stomach as he rode through to his own orgasm, watching her pretty face as she fell apart for him again.

"Oh my god, honey. You're squeezing the life outta me. Fuck. M'gonna cum. Fuck, fuck." Joseph panted as he pounded at her gspot then released inside of her. He dropped his forehead to hers and slipped his tongue in her mouth, moaning as the aftershock coursed through his body.

"Baby." She sobbed into his kiss as she rolled her body into his through her orgasm.

"I know, honey. I know." Joseph cooed as he kissed her forehead and gently pulled out of her quivering little hole. He kissed all over her face and neck while she shivered beneath him, whimpering pathetically through her orgasm.

"You got me all sticky, baby." She whined as he nuzzled his face into her neck.

"That's how I like you. Sticky, full of my cum, whiney and fucked out like this. You're so beautiful, honey." Joseph mumbled as he kissed her neck and shoulder, running his hands over her thighs.

"And you're so jealous." She hummed with a soft tug of his hair.

"Fine. I'm jealous."

..

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @psychokinetic-ectoplasm, @lulusplaycorner

warnings: alpha/omega relationship, heat, sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), swearing, biting, blood, Elwood gets a little aggressive, breeding kink

AN: Story under the cut

I whined as I heard the front door bang open followed by a quite swear as Elwood tried to close the door. All sound stopped for a second before I heard his briefcase hit the floor and the door slam shut again. His footsteps hurried through the house as he neared the bedroom.

"Alpha!" I whimpered as Elwood stopped briefly in the kitchen to grab something and I heard his shoes hit the floor near the bathroom. "Alpha please!" He appeared in the doorway, eyes zeroing in on where my hand was pressed between my legs. I panted as I weakly orgasmed. With a growl, Elwood ripped his suit off. He rushed to the bed and yanked my hand away.

"Omega. You do not touch what is mine." He growled as he leaned over me. I whined weakly as I reached out for him, nearly purring when he laid down on top of me and nosed at the mark that had been on my neck since the start of our relationship. "Mine." He groaned. Elwood pumped himself a few times before slamming into me. I screamed, clinging to him.

"Thank you Alpha." I moaned as I clung to his back. The muscles shifted under my fingers and I keened at the feeling. Elwood sucked on my mark as he plowed into me.

"Bad little Omega." Elwood ground out. "Should have called me. Why didn't you call me when your heat hit? I would have come home. I could have been here sooner. I should have been here sooner." My head tilted back as I felt his knot brush against me. "Answer me Omega." I whined as Elwood bit my neck, licking up the blood that pooled over the mark.

"Didn't want to interrupt the tour." I whimpered. "Didn't want to bring you home early. Didn't know..." I sighed as Elwood kissed along my jawline. "Didn't realize it was coming. Too busy getting ready for you to come home."

"What day is it?" Elwood growled, pulling back to look at me. "How long have you been in heat?"

“a day.” I moaned. Elwood growled and leaned forward to kiss me again, biting my lip so hard he drew blood.

“a fucking day.” He seethed. His hips snapped against mine, setting a hard rhythm that made me see stars as he lost control above me. “A fucking day wouldn’t have made a fucking difference. Doesn’t matter now. Gonna fill you up. Make sure I pup you up this time. It’s what you need isn’t it? To be big and round with my pup?” I moaned as he dropped his head to my neck again. I screamed as I orgasmed, fingers digging into his back and drawing blood. Elwood groaned as his knot caught before he came.

“alpha.” I breathed out as he collapsed on top of me. He nuzzled my cheek and sighed.

“omega.” He responded. “Next time, you won’t get a chance to fuck up. You’re coming on tour with me.” I furrowed my eyebrows and reached up to card my fingers through his hair.

“I don’t see how that’s a punishment.” I teased. Elwood nipped at my throat and i giggled.

“it will be when your heat hits in the dressing room and I pin you against the mirror for hours on end.” Elwood said, lifting his head to look at me. “It’s more a punishment for Jake if we’re being honest.”

“what did Jake say when you took off?” I asked. Elwood chuckled before kissing me deeply.

“I think he understood. I needed my omega. He was more than understanding. He thinks I was getting a little short with everyone.” Elwood shrugged. He nipped my lip as shifted his hips. “Turns out my omega needed me a bit more.” I nuzzled into his chest, purring as I rubbed my cheek against his chest hair.

“Elwood.” I moaned. He chuckled as he shifted his hips again.

“once my knot goes down, we’re doing this again.” He said as he kissed my head. His fingers danced across my skin. “And again. And again. And again. Until either my seed takes or your heat breaks. Either way, you aren’t leaving this bed.” I moaned as Elwood gave another shallow thrust.

“alpha!” I groaned as he started to fuck me through his knot.

[blueraineshadows]

I want to request a fic because I literally never have and I feel left out 😂

Can I request a lil something where Sebastian and MC haven’t been speaking all day because they argued the night before and MC is all mopey and sad after her classes so she makes her way to the Undercroft wanting to be alone but he’s down there all hot and sweaty practicing spells and when he notices her he’s still in a mood and says something sarcastic but she’s just turned on and starts taking his clothes off to have angry make up sex 🙃

All the pleases and thank yous, love ya lots 🤍

Oooh would love to!! 😍🔥

Thank you for the Ask 💜

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC 🌶 NSFW

When a fire burns, it crackles and spits, flames dancing with a roaring madness, heat, beautiful but terrible, that is hypnotising to watch. The warmth is a glow that spreads, building until it scorches right through your flesh, as if to alight your very soul.

This is what it is like when either you fight, or fuck, with Sebastian Sallow.

When they fought, they fought, and last night had been a good one, or a bad one, depending on how you looked at it. Last night they had niggled, and pushed and then the limit was reached. Screaming, yelling, and then she had thrown her shoe at him. He had only just ducked in time. The look on his face had been priceless, any other time it would have been funny, but he wasn't amused. He had stormed off and left her there, trembling with rage.

Now, he wasn't speaking to her, at all. The day had been awkward, their friends tiptoeing around them as they sat through classes, avoiding each other.

By dinner time though, MC was no longer mad, just gloomy. She missed him.

"Are you alright?" Ominis asked, quietly.

"I'll be fine," she said. She pushed her dinner away uneaten. "I need to be alone for a bit. Don't wait up."

She left the Great Hall and wandered the corridors she now knew so well. Wrapped up in her own misery, she found herself outside the Undercroft, the scene of the crime. Maybe some time alone and a good bout of ugly crying would do the trick. Nothing like a bit of self pity to end the day.

The Undercroft wasn't empty.

Smoke filled the air, and Sebastian was so busy hurling curses, grunting with the effort, that he hadn't heard her come in. The training dummy was taking the beating of it's life.

MC stood, transfixed, as Sebastian handled his wand with an expert touch. He was in his shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, collar open and his tie hanging low. His hair was wild, sweat beading on his temples, his cheeks flushed and lips parted as he panted from the exertion.

MC swallowed, hard. Fuck, he was too hot for words!

She wandered closer, eyes roaming over his legs as he stood in a duelling stance, the stretch of fabric over his thighs making her lick her lips.

He caught her movement out of the corner of his eye and spun, wand raised, his breaths hard and fast. She froze, eyes on his. "Hi," she said, awkwardly.

He stared at her, then lowered his wand, turning back to face the training dummy. "Come to throw the other shoe at me, have you?"

Frustration boiled in her blood and with a growl of impatience she stepped up and shoved him against his chest, making him stumble backwards in surprise. "You are the most stubborn, pain in the arse I've ever met," she grumbled.

"So, I've been told," he said. He brushed the front of his shirt where she had shoved him. "Tell me something I don't know."

She heaved a sigh. Even when he was being annoying she burned for him it would seem. He had no damn right looking this sexy when she was here being cross with him.

"Don't make me throw the other shoe at you."

His eyes flew to hers. He pinched the fabric of his shirt, wafting it in an attempt to cool his sweaty skin. MC licked her lips. He watched the movement but didn't move towards her, in fact he turned away, back towards the training dummy, his mouth curving wickedly. "I'd rather something softer, lacy perhaps."

He sent a rather fierce Bombarda towards the training dummy. MC was a storm of frustration and desire. She snatched out her own wand and hit Sebastian with a basic charm. He stumbled back, the shock on his face quickly replaced with intent.

It was frenzied, it was fast, and it was blazing. MC grit her teeth, meeting him spell for spell, until she managed to blast him backwards. His body went flying towards the wall and she flicked her wand, slowing his momentum so he wouldn't hit it. As his back rested against the stone wall, his chest heaving with gasped breaths, she ran.

MC made a grab for him, snatching up that loose tie of his and tugging him towards her. She pressed her lips against his but he remained stiff, unyielding, his breath coming hard and fast through his nose.

She pulled back a little to look at him. "I'm not going to stop, you know," she said.

He lifted an eyebrow. She took that as a challenge.

Her fingers scrambled with his shirt buttons, tugging them loose, shoving his shirt over his shoulders as she smothered his lips and face with kisses. He still didn't respond.

She looked down, his chest was flushed and damp, she dragged her palms down, fingers brushing a nipple as she moved to caress the sensitive skin of his sides. He watched her hands, mouth mute, arms hanging at his sides.

Her heart was pounding, she burned for him, her body was screaming for his touch. But he just stood there. But he wasn't stopping her either.

Then, she was ripping her wool vest free and hurriedly tugging at her blouse buttons.

That caught his attention. He watched as she threw her blouse out into the room, her breaths coming in short, hard pants as she tore off her skirt and underwear, kicking her shoes free.

MC pressed herself against him, the soft lace of her chemise crushed against his sweaty chest. She squirmed, her mouth sucking at his neck.

He still hadn't touched her, but his wand had slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor and rolling away.

She pressed a palm against his arousal, smirking triumphantly at how hard he was for her. She rubbed him through his clothing and he bit back a moan.

"What's the matter, don't you want to play?" She asked, teasingly.

MC could see how tight his jaw was, he was barely clinging on to his restraint. Stubborn prick.

She licked his neck, sucking softly up to his ear, the tip of her tongue teasing. "Shame," she breathed against his damp skin. "My pussy is so wet for you, but you don't want to play. Maybe I should go back to my dorm and finish myself off."

She backed away from him, wearing nothing but a lacy chemise and knee high socks. She trailed her hand down between her thighs, stroking gently. She moaned.

Sebastian's control slipped. He reached for her, spinning to pin her against the wall, the stone cold against her burning flesh. "You are a naughty girl,' he said.

She smirked. "And you love it."

His kiss was searing, tongue seeking hers desperately and she gave as good as she got. He lifted her, arms supporting her as her legs wound about his waist. She realised she still had her high socks on and hooked a finger under the hem of one, and that's when he reached out, a lightning fast move to grip her wrist. "Leave them on," he said, tightly.

"Your wish is my command," she said. She gave him a wink and let go of her sock.

He slid two fingers along her folds, groaning in appreciation at the slick waiting for him. "All yours," she moaned.

He slid his fingers in, working her, thumb rubbing upwards to circle slowly. She ground against his hand, toes curling. He worked faster, drawing more sounds from her lips.

MC cried out, fingers clutching his hair as the pressure began to build. He pushed up the delicate lace and cotton of her chemise, hand cupping her breast, a sharp pinch of a nipple was soothed with a hot mouth, tongue flicking the burning peak.

"Tell me again," he said. Voice deep and rough against her skin. "Tell me you're mine."

She reached down to take hold of his arousal, her hand smoothing his pre-cum over the tip, he groaned.

"Feel it," she whispered into his ear. "Feel what's yours."

He took his cock out of her hand and pressed it against her entrance, pressing the tip inwards. He paused. "Mmm, you feel so good."

His fingers dug into her flesh, clinging on for dear life as he gently rubbed the tip in and out of her entrance. "Fuck, MC...gods."

She tugged at his hair, pulling his head back. "Watch me," she said, panting. She rolled her hips, sliding further onto him. "See how much I fucking love your cock."

He thrust deep, filling her to the hilt, and then he couldn't hold back anymore. He began to fuck her so hard, her back scraping against stone, but she grit her teeth, her finger nails digging into his slick skin.

He gripped her tight and she had to brace her hands behind her, her breasts bouncing at the violence of his hips.

She had driven him so wild. He was relentless, pounding in to her, rocking his hips to find the sweet spot. Her moans were now cries, ripped from her throat as her legs began to tremble. He pressed a thumb to her nub, nudging it, until she clenched, his name spilling from her lips.

He released himself into her, burying his face into her neck, words of adoration whispered against her skin.

He stood there, panting, flushed, beads of sweat trickling down his face. She was still pinned to the wall, her legs like jelly, one sock still up, the other had slid down, wrinkled around her ankle. Her chemise was soaked with sweat from both of their bodies, a twisted damp scrap of lace and cotton.

Sebastian lifted his head from where it had been buried against her shoulder. He pressed the softest, most gentle kiss against her lips. She took his face in her hands. Their eyes met, both of them dazed and fucked out, their argument forgotten.

"I can't live without you," she whispered.

He kissed her again, soft, a whisper of lips. "You dont have to."

[ah-schwoopsie]

Cinderella's Castle part 4!

Bryce's dress is so pretty! The costume designers and makers did such a fantastic job!! Bless you Rebecca Carr 💕

'You're beaten.'

Crumb lunging at Curt-Guard.

I get that Curt is the fight choreographer but he did such a great job fighting Sir Hop-A-Lot! The big steps into the puppet. Beautiful.

Crumb: Yeah, what's he want?

Jeff's British accent. 'thats a fucking demon!'

Crumb knows all the loopholes. Just to get belly rubs.

The beautiful craftsmanship of these puppets!! When Crumb leaps at Stepmother and she fights him off. Even though Joey has let go, his legs still swing realistically, his ears bob and oh my his tail!! Angela is able to subtly but effectively get her hands under his arm and move it just a little bit. Oh my!! Also the fantastic joy of getting to see Joey step back and look at Bryce with his hands on his face. And him praying whilst Crumb dies. Oh I've missed Starkids puppets! I will forever have Joey's grin as February kisses Bug playing in my head (Starship).

The Prince being a foot guy. Tadius Lord-Give-Me-Strength hand gesture as he goes to ready the wanking couch.

The Narrators 'yeah-nah, nah yeah?' immediately after.

El-lah

We need more of triumphant and ego driven Ella.

Putrice's 'yum, yum!' oh no, where have we heard that before?

Okay as stepmother cuts off Ella's leg. Think back to the opening scene (not the Narrator, the butchers). Stepmother says she'll have to cut off Ella's legs and if the butcher has a bone saw, does he not? Her referring back to the pigs as she cuts off her legs.

Angela's voice during Watch.

Ragweed yeah me too. I also can't wait to see the close up of this scene so I can see the details on Ragweed and Joey's puppeteering of him. His hand work looks so good. So much personality in those hand movements.

Kim's character continuing to rub her burned foot and also hobble out on it. Ah I love it.

Tadius panicking so hard when the shoe fits Putrice. It has dawned on him that he wouldn't actually take one of those Ashmore girls over the Prince.

I do love a good villains reprise of all their songs.

Stepmother and Rancilda on the stairs during the wedding is such a mood. The crowd getting a small fright when Lauren screams and gets up.

They changed so quickly into their puppets!!

The leds behind Putrice and the Prince as she rips off his head go red. Ah the details.

Putrice asking 'are you proud of me now mum?' and stepmothers next word being 'yes!' and Putrice opens her mouth in a smile. Then stepmother continues, meaning either she ignored or didn't listen to Putrice. As Putrice realises this she looks down in defeat or shame. Sooo good. The castle in the corner turns red as Stepmother talks of slaughter. As does the text saying 'The Castle'

As Ella appears on the stairs, bathed in green light, it cuts back to the stage and the same mote of light shown in the plane of the At End of Time, lights up in green also.

Bryce's HAIR!!!

You're beaten!

Once again, Rancilda didn't deserve to die! I get that Ella wouldn't have become Queen if she was alive but still she's good! At least she was able to escape her mother, for a bit, before she died.

Angela's puppetry as stepmother dies! She growls and opens the jaw more to one side and I just yeeesss. I also can't imagine getting up with the puppet on her back is easy.

Get it Tadius. He knew exactly what he was doing when he killed the King.

Ella's being slightly taken aback when Tadius swings his hips in Trappings of Starlight.

Crumb dancing with everyone else on the ground.

Lord Hop-A-Lot deserves it all. Same as Sir Crumb.

Omg James cradling Lord Hop-A-Lot's head as Jon detaches him from his shoes ! I ship Random Towns person with Lord Hop-A-Lot!

It is in character but everyone coming over to Bryce right as the Narrator starts Castle on the Hill (Reprise)! As Bryce takes off the crown Joey puts a hand on her back so kindly and they hug :')

They practically all give some sort of physical 'holy shit you did so good!' to each other. Curt has his hands together and motions at Lauren as she approaches, then turns to do the same to Joey as he reaches out to him. Mariah and Angela hug in the other side of the stage. Before that Kim and Mariah do finger guns at each other as James, Jon and Angela huddle in the back.

Lauren certainly knows exactly when her cue is because she literally just gets there in time. There is no pause between her getting in place and her first move. That's how good she is!!!

Mary Kate Wiles as an understudy! I would've loved to see her in this. So if anyone has any behind the scenes footage of her acting in this please share!!!

I can't tell who that is to the very left when the camera pans over he (?) stays quite close to the curtains. I'm sure he just likely had to go run off to do another cue.

Aaahhh this musical is so good!!!

Thank you Starkid 💕

[spuddlespud]

The Wolf and the Pearl

I've been sitting on this for ages so I'm finally posting. Author notes at the end.

The Pearl smiled down at him with a bloodcurdlingly serene expression. "Tell me traveller, what is your wish?"

Silence answered. All remained still within the cave, save the Pearl itself and the waves of the pool.

The Pearl twisted on it's golden plinth. It was perfectly spherical, a couple of inches in diameter and a creamy colour that was somehow both dull and shiny at the same time. Its light brought an eerie sheen upon the turqoise water of the pool and completely eclipsed the moon's gentle rays.

Through the light Wolf could see the Pearl's weirdly human face, complete with teeth and eyebrows. Nothing about this age-old being was as it seemed. He knew that now. The trickery behind its eyes was so much easier to see on this side of his wish.

The dancing waves of the pool was the only other thing to move, and even that sent a chill through Wolf, stealing some of the fire from his anger. There was no hint of any living creature under the surface, only the pull of the current itself.

Everything in him screamed that he didn't belong here. He couldn't even see the moon's lonely craters through the pearls taunting light. The pale rock of the cave captured the light from the pearl, swirling it around in unpredictable patterns. Nothing else moved, not even a breath of wind.

Wolf found it hard to reply over the blood pounding in his head, but the Pearl took joy from his silence, repeating again just as serenely but with a slightly smug tilt to its mouth. "Traveller, I ask again. What is your wish?"

The words from its cold lips echoed across the water of the pool, malicious and misleading.

"My wish? My wish?!?" the words choked in Wolf's throat. There was nothing he hated more in this grim, soulless kingdom than that pearl. There he sat, a man with nothing left to give. No. Not a man. So much less than a man. A monster with nothing left to give. His pain had cooled the passionate energy that normally animated his every move. "My wish? My wish?!? I wished for love. You promised to bring me love."

"I did bring you love."

"You brought me devastation." Wolf replied in a deathly still voice. His sharp golden eyes didn't miss the smug little smirk on the pearl's face.

Wolf ached. "I should throw you to the bottom of the sea." His quiet threat was punctuated by a growl, the promise of a predator.

"You should be grateful for what I gave you." The pearl spoke with a chilling calmness.

"Grateful?!?"

"You really think even a blessed being such as myself could possibly have the power to find a desperate enough creature to fall in love with you? Look at you..."

Involuntarily, he glanced down at the faded red velvet of his suit and the scuffed shoes that had been pinching his almost human feet all day.

"You're hardly a treat to the eyes. Even if by some miraculous happenstance a human fell in love with you, how do you think that would end? You're a monster. A dangerous dirty little predator, there's nothing but murder written upon your soul."

His claws extended, digging painful welts into his palms. The pearl let its comments build in the silence for a while as Wolf found no way to reply.

"But..." The smug voice returned, niggling into his brain. "... I am an omnipotent being."

"Omnipotent's stretching it you gritty clam."

"Tsk tsk with charm like that it's a deep surprise she never fell in love with you. Will never fall in love with you."

Another cold pause. The pearl's tiny eyes bored into his, almost like it could see the shadow of his heart twisting and bursting in his chest. "..at least not without help. But as I was saying, I am an omnipotent delight, and benevolent to boot. Your wish, as they say, is my command. I'm sure if you just wished specifically that she would...

Wolf took a threatening step closer, ignoring the splash of his feet in the water. "What? Fall in love with me?!?

"Well what else are you going to do? If you refuse to take my offer, you may as well follow through on your parents wishes and just drown yourself."

Pointedly ignorning the memories that suggestion dragged up, he let a sly wolfy smile creep across his face. "Fine, you've convinced me, I will make a wish today. Right now, in fact. A wish that will change my world forever. You know every wish a soul makes right?"

"That is correct. I know all wishes," the Pearl responded, still full of charm and confidence.

It was Wolf's turn to make eye contact as he drew himself up to his full monstorus height, grinning wildly. "So, great deity of the sea. What is my wish going to be?"

Every inch of the angriest parts of his being were focused on this one wish. The anger and the pain and the joy of righteousness all built into one purpose. Satisfaction flowed into him from the look of building panic on the Pearl's face.

"Go on, tell me. What, oh great pearl of the deep, is my wish?" Wolf asked.

The Pearl was quick to reply. "No! Think about what you're doing. I can bring you great joy, and happiness. Everything your soul desires."

"You mean my dirty, dangerous, murderous soul right?

"That was simply...hyperbole. You have a certain fire, yes, but really..."

"Oh, shut the fuck up." He replied, swirling the "fuck" around his fangs and accompanying it with a growl. "I'll admit it, you're every bit as insightful as you seem. A true god. You know my deepest, darkest wishes, probably better than any other creature I've ever met. I am everything you say. I am an unloveable murderor. And you know what it is an unloveable murderer wishes for."

"No!"

"Despite how fully you know the worst in me, you weren't preperaed for the wish I was going to make. I wish..."

"No, no please. She can love you. She'll be yours, for a whole eternity."

"Mine? She can be mine? You stupid little clam. You could chain her to me for a thousand years and she would never be 'mine'. We don't own one another as you do. You've played with our lives for long enough. I wish..."

"STOP" the Pearl screeched.

"I wish that this pearl will crumble immediately into dust, loosing all its powers and ceasing to exist."

As he spoke, so it must be. A look of pure fear passed across the Pearl's face, the only genuine emotion Wolf thought it had ever felt. The miserable thing opened its mouth to speak who will ever know what words, only to crumble in on itself with a pathetic sigh. Just like that, it's golden light spluttered out and the features of the cave dimmed into obscurity.

It was done. Wolf's chest tightened cruelly around his lungs as he sank to his knees in the tepid pool. Nothing left to fight for, nothing left to love. Just nothing. His anger cracked, a hard, cold grief leaking through.

An earsplitting howl rocked through the cave, a fitting mirror of his inner sorrow. As much of a bastard as it had been, the Pearl had been right in every single thing it said about him. He was unloveable, a monster. A killer. She would be better off never seeing him again. She had said as much the last time he had seen her. Probably the last time he would ever see her. He always was and always would be alone. Hated. Hideous. Shunned.

The thoughts swirled round his head in a circular flagellation, each one bringing on new sobbing and howls. No creature heard him, nobody reached out to comfort him. His tears slipped unnoticed into the pool. He even took pain to hide his wretched face from the sight of his beloved moon. Wolf's neat claws grew tattered and bloody where he scratched them against the rocky floor of the pool. He took perverse comfort in the sting of the cursed water against his despised skin, wishing the tide would carry him far away.

That's where he stayed until daybreak roused him and he limped off to lick his wounds. Little did Wolf know that he had set off a historic chain of events. The universe would be fighting for many years to find its balance again.

A/N: There's a bit of a story to this one. Over 20 years ago I watched campy fantasy tv series at someone’s house (we were defo a lot younger than the age rating on it). I was obessed about it and have a really vivid memory of a werewolf guy who was in a gold and white glowing room absolutely wracked with angst about a sacrifice he was making for a woman and like talking to a magic pearl about a wish. This one scene dug its way so far into my consciousness that I had dreams about it. It was so dramatic and angsty and werewolfy. I tried to search everywhere for it but couldn't remember the name. Fast forward 20 years and by fluke (I found a v old fb post) I discovered that it was called 10th Kingdom, an amazingly campy (if outdated) show. Except that this scene was nowhere near what I remember. Its not some righteously angsty scene of star crossed love. He bought her an expensive (shit CGI) singing pearl ring with money they needed for her to return home (and leave him) and she rightly called him out on it so he threw it in a lake. So yeah, this is my attempt to get the story that was in my head on paper as it made such an impact on me.

So points we can take away:

Yes I have always been obsessed with werewolves

I've actually been dreaming up fanfiction for much longer that I expected

This is what I produce when I'm self indulgent and let the demons take over (i had to take out three 'howl burst from his lips' phrases - where else would it be coming from, his arse cheeks?)

I don't normally write so much scene description so that's a bit different. Most of this was written on my phone on the bus, and the rest of it to a yearny LOTR soundtrack. And if you're still listening to me jabber on then I'm blowing you a little kiss

[random-vore-blog]

The release of the weapon

This is lore of my persona's past! And this will explain why my persona is acting like they are, @silver-tooth-the-panther! Please understand that this is my character, and no one gets to "claim" them as theirs because of how I made their backstory and their future! Other than that, enjoy!

Alarms blared in the lab, sirens going off to tell any worker to evacuate the massive building. Screams and shouts from guards echoed left and right, causing panic to spread through the frightened and desperate scientists.

There were bloodstains on the pearly white walls of the lab, dismembered limbs everywhere on the floor of each hallway. It was something many had an idea of what the beats was that caused all this mayhem.

A loud snarl echoed throughout the hallway, and everyone- except the guards- made it to safety. The guards ran through the building, guns at the ready with some of them being flamethrowers. Only one guard in each group had a needle with some serum in it. Another snarl followed by a howl bounced off of each wall of the hallway.

" THIS WAY!"

A guard yelled, running with his group to the location of where the sounds came from. What they weren't prepared for, was that the creature had found a way to create life.

When they arrived, they witnessed two souls dancing around each other, as if trying to impress one another.

" What the-"

The two souls glowed, and another much smaller soul formed in the human-monster one. It was something that has never been seen by monster or humans.

" CONTAIN IT!"

Once they spotted the creature and another one, they immediately went after the two. It was a humanoid wolf with brown hair that faded to light purple, a tail with the same colouring, black markings under its eyes, bright yellow orbs, a light blue and dirty pink jacket with brown pants and darker more leathery shoes. They didn't want their experiments to be treated like crap.

When it saw them, it growled and the soul immediately returned to it before it took off. The other creature inside the chamber behind bars also had its soul return to its body. It growled and tried to reach them with its arms, trying to scratch them as the ran past its chamber.

They chased after it, and one of the guards used a flamethrower, sending fire in its direction. It yelped and quickly turned right, right towards its chamber. They quickly locked the chamber when it entered.

" I'll let the others know that we secured the experiment. Keep watch. Randy, inject it."

The creature whined with terrified eyes as a dart gun was pointed at them with the serum. Before long, it was shot and immediately collapsed, unconscious but its eyes were still open.

" Get back to experimenting. We need to perfect the weapon before releasing them to destroy the Leviathans."

And with that, they went back to their routines.

-×-

They released it onto a remote island, and the creature ran. It didn't care about anything, but quickly turned around and attacked, causing chaos. It didn't take long to kill all 101 members of the lab.

" I will make every one of you dirty sister killers pay. I will make each one of you suffer the same way you made us suffer."

They looked at the dead bodies of mauled scientists.

" Even if it means taking my life away."

They glared at the bodies and quickly ran away with blood on them. They snarled and screeched.

The beast was released.

The end

[duckingwriting]

Chapter 3, bellow the cut and on AO3

"Alright, I think you've had enough." Kouga slid his arm around the priestess. Kagome stumbled as she was pulled from the stool. The tall wolf demon grabs his card after paying off the tab. Kagome stumbled and one of her shoes slid off. Kouga huffed at the uneven gait and scooped her up into his arms. Kagome wrapped her arms around his neck and hid her face. It took him a moment before he realized she was softly crying.

"What's wrong with me?" Kagome whispered into her friend's throat.

"Right now? I'd say you're three sheets to the wind." He wondered at the strange attire. She was dressed up for the bachelorette party, so it wasn't strange he had seen Ayame's clothing choice for it. But the hoodie she wore definitely did not match. Ayame had called him to tell him Kagome had disappeared from the bachelorette party after finding out that Kikyo wanted Kagrura to be her maid of honor instead of Kagome. Said that because they were identical it would be clashing to have them both so close together. And she would be better suited towards the end of the line, with Sesshomaru who was only in the wedding party because Izayoi would not hear of it any other way. She was worried about the other woman who said she was fine but Ayame said she could smell the dispair. 

"Am I unlovable?" Kagome tipped her head back to stare up at the wolf demon who sat her down on the hood of her car, his bike was parked nearby. 

"Of course not. Look how much your friends love you." 

"But even my own sister would rather push me into the background." Kagome whispered, wiping at her eyes with the hoodie sleeve. "And I thought...I know he's an absolute asshole, and really wants nothing to do with me, but I can't help it. He looks so good. And we talk sometimes and he sees me as a person not Kikyo's less talented twin it seems like. But now I'm going to have to dance with him and he'll hate me!"

Kouga tipped his head in confusion. It was a very poorly kept secret that Kagome had feelings for her sister's future husband. Though none of them agreed with the choice of twins InuYasha had made, they all also felt Kagome could do better. Not that any of them told either of them that.

"InuYasha?" Kouga questioned, not sure how to feel about Kagome finally opening up about her feelings for him.

Kagome glared at him, and if her makeup wasn't smeared he may have found it threatening. "No! I'm not talking about that....that..."

Kouga flinched when Kagome screamed no words and suddenly flopped back onto the hood of the car glaring up at the sky above. "I could destroy their relationship. So easily. I could destroy what everyone thought of them. Really though...It's Sesshomaru that's the problem."

Kouga lifted an eyebrow and glanced over to the demon lord who had remained silent. Kouga had known he was going to need someone to drive Kagome's car and the older demon had been the only one not drunk. "Is he?"

"Yes." Kagome pulled the sleeves of her hoodie until they covered her hands. "He is. He wouldn't give me the time of day if he knew that I'd much rather be standing near him than near those two. But I'm human and everyone knows his feelings."

Kouga inhaled the sharp bitter mix of  hurt, anger, and despair coming off Kagome.

"I will take over from here, Wolf." Sesshomaru stepped forward. She was far too drunk to really know what she was saying, but if there was even a possibility of truth in her words, he wanted her alone with him when she sobered.

"Er..." Kouga normally did not question those that outranked him but Kagome was his friend. She was one of his first loves even if it had quickly fizzled out between them without becoming anything. He looked down at the woman. "I don't-"

"I will neither hurt nor take advantage of her." Sesshomaru growled at the wolf as he reached out and pulled the barely conscious woman into his arms. "See to it that someone comes for her car in the morning."

Kouga blinked when he was suddenly alone as Sesshomaru vanished with the drunk priestess. Running his fingers through his hair wondering what Kagome knew about InuYasha and Kikyo that she kept hidden. When she had started to have feelings for the ice prince. Why none of them had noticed. His eyes narrowed and he pulled out his phone calling his own mate.

"Did you find her?" Ayame's voice was tight as if she was ready to release her famous temper.

"Yeah, she...why did you tell me to bring the ice prick instead of just taking a cab or something?" Kouga knew he rarely questioned his mate, mostly because she made all requests seem so reasonable. But he had a suspicion this time.

"I sure didn't mate you for your brains." Ayame hummed and Kouga growled but neither took the threat seriously. "When they figure it out I'm sure you will."

"What's that-" Kouga glared at his phone when his mate hung up on him. He shook his head and mounted his bike.

Always Hoodie Weather

Day 7 of @flufftober kinda got away from me. Turned into a multi chapter thing. I still got a couple chapters to edit so will reblog with them as I go.

Fandom: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Higurashi Kagome/Sesshoumaru, InuYasha/Kikyou (InuYasha), Higurashi Kagome & InuYasha, Higurashi Kagome & Kouga, Higurashi Kagome & Kikyou Characters: Higurashi Kagome, Kikyou (InuYasha), Sesshoumaru (InuYasha), InuYasha (InuYasha), Kouga (InuYasha) Additional Tags: Flufftober2024, Modern AU, Kikyou and Kagome are twins Summary: Sesshomaru was only supposed to be visiting his family since his brother was graduating form college. Someone has stollen his hoodie though. And she keeps wearing it.

It's on AO3 and bellow the cut

Sesshomaru blinked his golden eyes slowly as he walked into the kitchen. He was home visiting his father and his father's mate, Izayoi. He did not come home often but sometimes he could not avoid it. And the human woman his father had taken as his mate was always eager to try to include him in everything. She always claimed they were a family. Sesshomaru knew there was blood and marital ties but he was already nearly grown by the time Toga had claimed her as his mate. He had moved out on his own shortly after she had birthed his half-breed half brother. He had as little interaction with them as possible. Granted he had less interaction with his own mother. At the end of the day, despite taking over his father's business successfully, Sesshomaru still sought the man's approval and so when his father used that tone he had no choice but to obey. He joined on the family outings though he was less than approachable. 

But family gatherings did not explain the human woman in their kitchen, wearing the hoodie he had left on the back of a chair. The sleeves were rolled up so her hands were free and it easily engulfed her. She looked up and blinked at him, seeming just as surprised as he was to see him there, then recognition crossed her face.

"Oh! You must be InuYasha's brother!" She was smiling as she came around the counter from where she seemed to have been preparing some popcorn, she held her hand out to him. "I'm Kagome! I'm one of his friends. Kikyo's twin?"

Sesshomarue looked at the offered hand then lifted his gaze back to hers. He was well aware of who Kikyo was. Despite his best efforts it seemed he needed to know about his younger brother's social life. So he was well aware that he was courting a priestess. One training to take over guardianship of the Shikon No Tama at the Higurashi shrine. Sesshomarue continued staring into the blue eyes of the woman who's bright smile faltered under his glare. Friend of InuYasha or not, she should not be in his hoodie.

"Yo! Kagome! What's takin' so damn long?" InuYasha entered the living room. "Oh. Hey, Asshole. Mom said you were going to try and make it in. Wasn't sure you would."

"InuYasha," Kagome sighed and rolled her eyes at her friend. "Be nice."

"Father suggested time off would be good." Sesshomaru drawled, not mentioning that the old demon lord had all but commanded him to take the time off. Had hinted at taking the company back if he didn't do as asked. "Izayoi was concerned that after you graduate college at the end of the upcoming semester we will not be able to get together as-"

"A family." The brother's spoke at the same time, InuYasha rolling his golden eyes. "Yeah she's been a little nuts."

"Your mom loves you." Kagome reached out and smacked the hanyo who grumbled at her after the spike of spiritual power aided her strike.

"Your mom...what are you wearing?" InuYasha turned his gaze on his friend, ready to point out that Mrs. Higurashi had not tried to smother Kikyo or Kagome the way his mother was when he noticed she was wearing a hoodie. One that smelled far too much like his brother.

"I told you I was cold and was going to steal your hoodie." Kagome rolled her eyes at him and returned to the kitchen to finish making the popcorn.

"That's not mine." InuYasha stated firmly.

"What's not yours?" Kikyo asked, sliding beneath InuYasha's arm as he pulled her close. Kagome pointedly looked anywhere but at the two. Sesshomaru noticed that while his brother didn't notice, his future mate did. Her scent spiking slightly with amusement, subtle enough he knew the hanyo's nose would not pick it up. 

"The hoodie Kagome's wearing." InuYasha said making the girl's eyes widen, her head jerking up to look at him in confusion. "It's Sesshomaru's."

"Wha- OH GOD!" Kagome scrambled to get the hoodie unzipped. "I'm so sorry! I thought it was InuYasha's or maybe Koga's-"

"As if the wolf would wear a hoodie. Freaking furnace."

"Everything InuYasha has said about you made it seem like something you'd never wear. I'm so sorry I'll-"

"Keep it." Sesshomaru inturrupted the fumbling girl. While he was enjoying the flush on her cheeks, the shame in her scent burnt his nose. "I don't need it."

"But-"

"It will smell of human now. I will buy another."

Sesshomaru walked away before she could say anything else. He did not look back to see if she kept his hoodie on or not, far more distracted by the way his inner yoaki stirred at the flush on her cheeks and wondering how far down it went.

[romanstheory]

So Anxious a Roman Reigns One Shot

Day 5/5 For Roman's Birthday Week

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Language, Oral Sex (fem receiving)

Word Count : 800

18 +

Roman and I have been together for quite a while now, we met while I was a seamstress for WWE. I've since moved on to opening my own company, but I can never escape fixing and providing emergency care for Roman's gear and I was fine with that. Tonight the live show is where Roman and I live, so we got to spend more time together. I hear things being tossed around in our room, and a clearly frustrated Roman grumbling and stomping around. I sigh lightly because I know he's looking for his favorite jordans that were next to the door, right where he left them. I let out a small giggle before grabbing them and walking into the room. "What are you looking for babe?" I ask, hiding the shoes behind my back. "I can't find my jo-" Roman begins as I pull the shoes from behind my back.

"Thank you babe!" He says getting up, kissing me deeply and grabbing the shoes. "I know there's a while until the show, but I'm not used to being at home so I want everything out where I can see it". I'm coming to the show tonight, there's not many things that make him nervous but knowing I will be right behind the curtain, watching him live in person make him a nervous wreck. "You wear the same thing every live show, you'll look great" I say "Sit, let me rub your shoulders. Your nervous energy is really bugging me". Roman sits on the side of the bed and I get behind him, lightly rubbing his tense shoulders. "You have nothing to be nervous about baby" I reassure him.

"Yeah I know, but you know how I get when you come to watch shows" He replies. I continue rubbing his shoulder, feeling the tenseness melt away. I lean down, meeting him for a deep kiss one after the other. The mood quickly turns as he pulls me onto his lap, our lips continuously smacking together. Roman begins massaging my breasts through my thin night shirt as I wrap my arm around his neck. His eyes are dark with lust, but still seemingly staring into my soul. He plants soft kisses down my neck, ending at my collarbones. the air is already thick with lust, but neither of us was complaining. He slipped my shirt and shorts off before undressing himself.

"Lay on your back" Roman demands softly, I eagerly listen. He spreads my legs, teasing my entrance with his fingers before slowly massaging it with his tongue. My jaw drop in immediate pleasure as he slides two fingers inside of me. His tongue dances around my clit effortlessly while I gasp loudly, full of pleasure. Roman's fingers glide in and out of me, grazing my G Spot. He pleasures himself with his free hand. He looks up at me, his eyes peering into my soul again. He has me right where he wants me, and I know it. I feel my body fill with pleasure as I begin to peak. I let out a loud moan and scream as I reach my climax, making my legs shake.

Roman sits up, wiping his mouth. He bends back down locking our lips once again before pushing himself into my soaked vagina. I'm still sensitive so him being inside of me made my already sensitive clit throb with pleasure again. "Fuck" Roman groans as he begins to stroke. My legs begin to shake again as my body get warm with pleasure all over again. He lifts my legs up, putting them both over one shoulder so that his strokes go deeper than they ever had before. "You're so wet" Roman groans "You love this dick don't you". Roman delivers long, deep strokes and I can't contain my noises or the overflow of my own juices onto the sheets under me. "Don't you love it?" Roman groans louder while stroking deeper into me. "YES!" I moan out loudly "I love it!"

"I know you do" He growls while continuing to stroke. My climax is coming again, I can feel it. "Oh god! Oh my god!" I scream at the top of my lungs through a series of moans before reaching my climax once again. This one was longer, more intense, I felt it through my entire body. Roman strokes deep inside of me and reaches his climax, shooting his seed deep inside of me. He closes his eyes, breathing heavily as sweat builds on his forehead. We both get up, the sheets soaked almost completely and we get into the shower. Roman went on to completely dominate his opponent at the live event, I guess you could say we got rid of the nerves.

[jooniyah]

Lover Bouquet : One

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

AU: Yandere!au, Idol!au

Genre: Angst, Mature, Smut (R)

Warnings: Two instances of NON CON, polyamory, established relationship, yandere behavior, pregnancy discussion, emotional abuse, violence, kidnapping, scandal, blood, degradation kink, mobbing, manipulation, profanity, group sex, oral, smut, cum play, groping

Word count: 19.58k

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction and I do not condone any of the actions of the characters in this fiction. This is to be treated as pure fantasy, and should not be misconstrued to be demeaning the idols in any way. If any of the above warnings cause you discomfort, kindly refrain from reading.

This is an idol au setting, please proceed only if you are not triggered by the warnings. I repeat, please be sure to read all the warnings carefully.

Author’s note: This fic is set in an au where the boys are part of a 7-member boy band called the Biker Boys Squad (BBS) and everything that follows is completely fictional with no intended resemblance to actual places, bands or agencies.

Cover credit: @maleficosmos-2 ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ, ˡᵒᵛᵉˡʸᵎ

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The smooth roll of wheels outside had visibly no impact on the inside of the limousine. The shiny interior, complete with Italian leather and crystal wine glasses screamed luxury. The windows were completely tinted, reflecting the bright lights of every radiant storefront the car zoomed past.

The car smelt like heaven, a bouquet of smells fanning your nostrils and intoxicating you. Cologne, aftershave, hairspray, all the most delicious masculine smells danced around your senses, tugging at your inner coil that was slowly rearing its head up.

Namjoon was going through a little chit in his hand, mostly out of habit than necessity. He didn’t really depend on those notes, but it gave him a sense of security to know he had all the points in hand before stepping up to the mic.

“Hyung, add a line in English at the end for our International fans,” Taehyung said, peering over at the chit in Namjoon’s hand. The little note had words written in neat Korean letters, which the younger man glanced at.

“Yeah, will do, Tae,” the elder man responded, his hand reaching down to pat the head nestled in his crotch.

“Keep going, baby girl,” he said, gently ruffling your hair as he resumed scanning the chit. Taehyung and Jimin were sitting on either side of him, Jimin casually sipping the Cheval Blanc from his crystal glass, his pillowy pink lips made even glossier by the fine red wine.

You bobbed your head up and down Namjoon’s length, savoring his unique scent with your cheeks hollowed out around him, sucking deep and hard.

“Shit, that’s it, baby,” he hissed, too far gone to focus on his acceptance speech anymore.

Jimin smiled warmly, his hand snaking down to Namjoon’s lap. His fingers gripped your hair, and he tugged it gently, seeking control over your head. You obliged happily, letting him maneuver your head as he liked.

He slowly pushed you further and further down Namjoon’s shaft, his eyes trained on Namjoon’s face, watching his face twist in hunger. Jimin’s palm was flat against your skull, pushing you to gobble Namjoon’s cock without sparing an inch.

Yoongi was playing a game on his phone, and he looked up just in time to see you struggling against Jimin’s hand.

“Let her breathe, Jiminah,” he lazily scolded, his gummy smile out in full brilliance.

“N- no,” Namjoon panted, looking at Yoongi with pleading eyes. “So close- I’m so close.”

And with that, he groaned out loud, his hips bucking up subconsciously. He ground his body down to the leather seat, his legs trembling in the aftermath of his orgasm.

The hand pressing against your head stayed put, not budging until Namjoon’s legs stopped shivering. Namjoon leaned back and removed his glasses, wiping his hot forehead with a groan. The hand left your hair, moving down to caress your neck.

“Feeling good, hyung?” Jimin’s voice came to your ears like a song.

“You wouldn’t believe how good, Jiminie,” the elder man replied, his breaths coming out in strained intervals.

“Tch, baby…” Jimin said, handing you a Kleenex to wipe your mouth. “You left a drop on Hyung’s trousers.”

Namjoon snapped his head down, his eyes rolling when he saw the single blob of cum on his crotch.

“Damn, those paparazzi will roast us alive,” he murmured, reaching down to wipe it clean.

“No, Joonie,” you whined, hastening to dip your head back down on his crotch. Namjoon’s hand remained suspended in the air with his fingers grasping a tissue, his thigh muscles tensing up when you timidly licked a stripe on his expensive trousers, gathering the blob and sucking it up.

“Oh Y/N, you are so fucking naughty,” Jimin giggled, pulling you up so you could rest your knees.

“Come here, baby,” Yoongi said, his voice thick and raspy. He had waited patiently until Namjoon finished, and now he couldn’t wait a second longer.

Hoseok was sitting next to Yoongi, and the seats were somewhat cramped because four of them were sitting across from Namjoon. The limousine had been altered to their taste, but the seats were a bit smaller than needed.

“Here,” Jin extended his hand, pulling you so you could sit on his lap.

You took advantage of the brief moment to lock your lips against Jin’s neck.

“Hey, no hickeys,” he said, gently swatting at your shoulder. “It’s awards night. No hickeys.”

You puckered your lips up in disappointment. You were only pretending to bite him, just to see his eyes flash. Stern Jin was so fucking sexy.

Yoongi was in the far corner of the seat, and Jin being the smart guy he was, always found a solution.

“Lie down on our thighs,” he said, helping you sprawl yourself across the three sets of thighs, the tips of your toes resting on the owner of the fourth set.

Yoongi’s fingers worked quickly on his zipper, and Jimin’s clear voice teased, “Hyung, you’ll be wrinkling your Saint Laurent suit if you wiggle around too much.”

“Y/N is worth ruining a thousand Saint Laurent suits, Jiminah,” Yoongi quipped as he fished his dick out.

Jin’s long sensitive fingers drew soft circles on your calves, admiring your splendid legs. He brushed his fingers against the curve of your ass, finally settling down to squeeze and knead the firm flesh in his big palms.

The man next to Jin sighed heavily, looking out of the window and squinting through the tinted glass. He had a hard time trying to control himself, but the little toes that kept grazing his thighs distracted him. He bent his head, fighting himself to avoid looking at the sight around him. Of all the men in the limo, Jungkook was the only one who wasn’t staring at your body with simmering lust.

Yoongi was groaning, his hand fisting in your hair as he guided you to take him even deeper. He rested his head against Hoseok’s shoulder, closing his eyes and losing himself in bliss.

Hoseok gazed at Yoongi’s scrunched-up face with warm affection. He always felt supremely happy when Yoongi was having a good time. Your torso was laid on his lap, and he patted your back, encouraging you with soft whispers of praise.

“Yes, baby, that’s it keep going. You’re doing so good.”

Yoongi’s vein bulged alongside his cock, throbbing hard. He was straining so much, curling his toes inside his shoes.

“Gosh, I wanna get inside you,” he moaned, his voice coming out needy and whiny. Taehyung raised his eyebrows, whistling at his wristwatch.

“We’re gonna be on the red carpet in ten minutes, hyung,” he said, clucking his tongue. Yoongi opened his eyes, sending Jin his best pleading look right from his position on Hoseok’s shoulder.

Jin pursed up his pretty lips, looking down at your butt. It was not an easy feat to have full-on sex in the limo. As usual, he was the one who had to improvise a plan.

“Ten minutes is enough for a quickie,” Yoongi whined, his meat still lodged in your hot mouth.

“Okay okay, quit whining. Y/N baby, go sit on Namjoon’s lap,” Jin said, patting your ass. Namjoon looked up, removing his glasses and tucking them inside his breast pocket. He wished he had thought about asking Jin earlier.

You grinned and crawled over to Namjoon, cozying up with your back against his chest, his strong muscular arms spreading your legs wide open.

“All yours, hyung,” Namjoon said, nodding at Yoongi.

It was such a pretty sight to see your red lace undies completely soaked. Hoseok couldn’t hold on anymore, and his hand slipped down to palm himself through his pants.

Yoongi licked his lips, unbuckling his belt for better access. Your legs were already open for him, and Jimin had started caressing your clit with gentle touches. He crouched into a half-kneeling position, grazing his tip against your core.

“Please, just fuck me already,” you cooed, unable to bear Jimin’s teasing anymore. You had to have a cock inside you, it was urgent. Jimin was such a tease, and he enjoyed working you up into a frenzy.

Yoongi smirked, winking at Jimin and slamming his hips into yours, burying himself into you completely.

The car started slowing down, and Jin’s panicked voice rang behind Yoongi’s heaving form.

“We’re here, there’s so many cameras! Stop it, you two!”

Sure enough, there were hundreds of cameras outside, flashes going off every few seconds, waiting for the biggest boyband in the world to step out onto the red carpet.

Yoongi pounded into you harder, sweat running down his temples. He was growling with each thrust, the sound rumbling from deep inside his chest and sending a delicious thrill up your spine.

The car rolled to a stop, directly in front of the sea of people. Hushed murmurs were going around as everyone strained to peer through the tinted windows.

“What’s up? Why aren’t they stepping out?”

“Is something the matter?”

“Are you sure they are inside?”

A few reckless journalists tried to inch closer and glance through the windows. But the blinding camera lights reflected off the glass, completely blocking out the interior of the limousine.

Inside, Jimin hastened to pat down Yoongi’s streaming face, his nerves strung out completely. Yoongi buckled over and collapsed on Namjoon’s shoulder, blissed out at his climax. Jin grabbed him by the waist, pushing him back into his seat.

There was no time to be lost, and you got to work immediately, sucking Yoongi clean and zipping him up. You were just done tucking his shirt back neatly when one of the agency’s managers politely knocked on the door.

Looking up, you grinned at Yoongi, patting his knee.

“All done. Off you go, guys.”

You stayed back, keeping yourself hidden while the boys got out of the car one by one, smiling and waving at the crowd. The camera flashes multiplied manifold, clicking incessantly as the lenses gobbled up your boyfriends.

─── ·❆· ───

“I miss you,” you whined, pouting at your phone screen. Hoseok’s gorgeous face pouted too, as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

“I miss you too, Y/N. Everyone does.”

A chorus of groans behind Hoseok declared their assent. Taehyung’s head popped into the screen, and he settled his chin over Hoseok’s shoulder.

“It’s so frustrating without you, Y/N.”

You sighed and shook your head sadly.

“I know, it’s the same here.”

“Hold up, Yoongs wants to talk,” Hoseok said, moving his phone and pushing it into Yoongi’s hand.

“Babe...” he drawled, only half-awake from his power nap. “Get on a flight and come over.”

You twisted the cord on the hoodie you were wearing.

“How? You guys are all so busy. You’re touring so many places. Besides, your schedule is jam-packed.”

Namjoon’s voice piped up from the background.

“I got an idea.”

─── ·❆· ───

“Are you sure this will work?” you asked, shimmying into the black uniform Namjoon had brought you.

“Of course. You can travel with us throughout the tour and no one will know.”

Taehyung whistled on seeing your outfit.

“You know hyung, I’m beginning to see why they call you the brain of our band.”

Namjoon chuckled, his dimples popping out.

“Yeah,” Jimin said, holding you by the shoulders and turning you over to let the others see. ���This is brilliant.”

The white letters were stamped boldly on the back of your outfit.

‘BBS CREW’

Jin came closer, pinning an identity badge on the belt loop of your jeans.

“There. You’re officially a crew member now.”

There was a knock on the door, and you ran to hide behind the clothes rack.

“We’re all set,” a crew member said, gesturing that it was time to go on stage. “In five.”

She left the door half open, and you peeped out from behind the rack.

“Time to go?” you asked.

“Yep,” Jin said, gripping your hand. “Come with us.”

There were so many people wearing the same outfit as yours, milling around the backstage rooms. It was very easy to blend in.

You walked with the guys to the very entrance they would go through, heart fluttering to hear the thunderous welcome they received from the audience as they stepped on stage.

It was a terrific experience to stay so close to the stage and see them perform. It was even more astounding to watch the audience get enthralled in the magic your boyfriends created. You stood at the wings, your heart swelling with pride.

After a while, it was finally time for a break, and the guys made their way off stage. They were soaked in sweat, and were panting hard.

“Sprained my ankle,” Hoseok whispered, limping gingerly while Jimin supported him.

“Fan, please,” Yoongi groaned, and a crew member hurried to get him a mini fan.

People were running everywhere, stylists were dabbing touch ups to the makeup and assistants were helping the guys change into the outfits for the next routine.

You hurried to Hoseok’s side, kneeling beside him and taking his hand. A medic was tending to his sprain, and you squeezed his hand tenderly.

“You okay?” you whispered, and he managed a weak nod.

“Better rest this foot,” the medic murmured, to which Hoseok shook his head.

“No. Rest after the concert. Gotta dance.” He was clenching his teeth tightly.

A heavy hand gripped your shoulder, and you looked up. Namjoon was standing with a mini fan, sweat streaming down his face.

“He won’t listen to the medic,” you said in a low voice.

“I know,” he sighed, gently pulling you up to your feet. “Don’t worry too much. It’s like this all the time.”

You nodded, looking around. Everyone was holding mini fans and wiping their sweat off with towels. Yoongi was sprawled out on the floor, and a crew member was fanning him with a big cloth.

“This is hard,” you said, turning back to face Namjoon.

“Yes. But they’re all strong. They’ll handle it.”

You nodded again. This was something they were used to. It would take you some time to get used to it, though.

“Here,” Namjoon said, clasping your hand and walking towards the wings again. The audience were still energetic, doing the fan chant over and over until the guys would get on stage again. Their light sticks were glowing bright, lighting up the whole arena and making it feel as if the stars had rained down to watch the concert.

“See that?” Namjoon whispered, his voice taking on a tone of astonishment. “That’s surreal. So much love, so much energy. They’ve all camped out in the cold for two days. Forget us, imagine how much they’d have gone through to get here.”

You hummed in agreement, still lost in the beauty of the light sticks.

“That’s who we perform for,” Namjoon said, his voice warm and sincere.

You smiled and looked back at his shining face. His eyes were reflecting the radiance of thousands of light sticks.

“Stand by in three...” someone’s voice shouted, and all the guys shot up to their feet with exhausted groans.

They assembled in line again, ready to get on stage for the next performance. One by one, they hurried through the entrance, until everyone except Namjoon had gone back to the waiting area.

“Namjoon-ssi!” someone screamed in alarm, and you shook his arm to get him going.

“Go on, Joon,” you hissed, trying to push him into action.

He looked at you in a daze, and dipped his head urgently.

“Namjoon-ssi!” Another voice called out in emergency, when he cupped your chin and captured your lips in a frantic kiss.

You saw people running towards Namjoon out of the corner of your eyes. There were confused shouts, as the red digital timer counted down the seconds to cue the music.

In a quick flash, he broke the kiss and squeezed your hand, running over to join his mates on stage.

─── ·❆· ───

“Jinnie?”

The mischievous eyes twinkled at you when he replied with a coy “Hm?”

You were lying on his chest, content with listening to his heartbeat thudding away. When you raised your head to look at him, you placed your chin on his ribs, making him squirm and giggle.

“Y/N! It tickles!”

He was still laughing, trying to lift your pointy chin when your next words caught him off-guard.

“Jungkook was so sulky today.”

His laughter died down, the glee on his face replaced with an inscrutable emotion.

“Do you know why?” you pressed, not ready to leave it undiscussed. “He looked like-”  you batted your lashes, “-like he was pissed off at us.” You drew a long breath. “Mostly at me.”

Jin was quick to cup your cheek, tutting at the last comment.

“Of course not, Y/N. He was probably nervous about the concert.” He could clearly see that you weren’t convinced. “I’ll talk to him about it.”

You nodded, lost in thought. Did Jungkook not want to be part of the relationship? He hadn’t kissed you or said a kind word to you in days. He had flinched hard when you had touched him earlier in the day. You were about to open your mouth and voice out your thoughts when the bed dipped beside you, and Taehyung’s large sinewy hands landed on your waist.

“Jin hyung, I need to cuddle Y/N to sleep,” he said, his sleepy voice deeper than it normally was.

You swallowed your words, forgetting your thoughts at the deep voice booming into your back. Jin hummed his acknowledgment to Taehyung, gazing at the ceiling in peace, content with having you draped on his chest.

The boys rarely closed their doors, because it was so normal for one or the other to pop into your room at night. You were in love with all of them, yes, but you always slept with Jin. He had been your first boyfriend, and it was a given that you would go to bed with him every night.

The rest of them dropped by sometimes, as Taehyung had just done. Sometimes it even led to threesomes and steamy hot sex. But tonight, you were content with the Jin-Taehyung sandwich. Because the boys were frequently in and out of the room, you left the door open at night.

A digital watch somewhere in one of the rooms lit up its iridescent digits, sounding a slight chime when it turned 2 am.

You were having a dream, and the sound interrupted it, waking you up. You had no desire to open your eyes. You lay with your eyes closed, listening to Jin’s even breathing in tranquil happiness.

Taehyung moaned slightly in his sleep, burying his head into your neck and crushing you tighter against his chest. His thick hair brushed against your skin, and you grudgingly opened your eyes.

It was so dark, and you made out Jin’s hand stretched towards you, in case you wanted to nestle into the crook of his armpit. You smiled to yourself, loving how sweet he was. You wanted to crawl into his arms, so you decided to move slightly.

You raised your head, and your sleep-heavy eyes caught sight of a figure sidling along the open door, the sudden apparition eliciting a strangled scream from deep within your bosom. You rubbed your eyes and squinted again, but the apparition had vanished.

“What? What is it?”

Jin was up in an instant, his groggy voice somehow soothing your anxiety. Taehyung woke up too, and between them, they asked you what had happened, and you pointed at the door with shaking fingers.

“I- think I saw someone. Something.”

Jin squeezed your shoulder reassuringly.

“Y/N, baby, what exactly did you see?”

Your nerves were shaken so bad you couldn’t raise your voice above a whisper.

“Someone- was watching… me. I only saw the eyes. And then- it- disappeared.”

Jin looked at Taehyung, the brief glance laden with meaning.

“Okay, I’ll go investigate. Taehyung, stay with Y/N.”

Jin got out of bed, tiptoeing out of the room in search of the mysterious apparition. Taehyung hooked his chin on your shoulder, hugging you protectively and blowing air softly on your neck. Jin was gone for a good ten minutes before he returned to the room.

“I did a thorough sweep, Y/N. There’s no one at the house except the guys.”

He climbed into the bed, pulling the sheets over his legs. He took your hand in his, squeezing it gently.

“Don’t worry baby, even if he or she comes back, you’ve got two strong boyfriends in this room to protect you.”

God, Jin was so good at making you feel perfectly safe. You smiled and squeezed his hand back. Taehyung hummed behind you, agreeing to Jin’s words.

In a few minutes, Jin was peacefully breathing again, his hand resting on your waist. It was heavy, but the weight gave you reassurance.

─── ·❆· ───

“Yoongi!”

Hoseok’s morning routine included waking up his friend and kicking him out of bed. The guy was simply impossible to rouse, and the rest of the guys steered clear of his morning temper. He reserved a string of eloquent curses to fire at the unfortunate person who woke him up, intentional or otherwise.

Hoseok and you were the only ones immune to his foul mouth. Hoseok simply cursed back at him, and you had a completely different method of waking Yoongi up. A method that involved locking your lips around his morning wood and humming around it.

Today, however, you weren’t around to save Hoseok’s ears.

“Where the hell is Y/N?” Hoseok muttered to himself, ripping the sheets off the man curled like a kitten underneath. Yoongi had a large queen-sized bed, but he insisted on rolling into a ball when he slept. It was endearing to find him curled up like that, but the next moment he would hiss and scowl, cross at being woken up. That man certainly ran hot and cold so quickly.

Yoongi opened his mouth, ready to go off, when Hoseok pushed a pillow into his face.

“Save your breath. I’m gonna go find Y/N. Get your ass off the bed, hyung.”

The rest of the guys were up and about, chattering noisily and clattering dishes in the kitchen.

“WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU USE THAT PAN FOR THE EGGS?”

“Taehyung I swear to God if you break that plate…”

“Namjoon just flip the pancake, man you’re burning it!”

Hoseok waded through the noise, walking down the kitchen and crossing a suite of rooms. His sharp ears picked up your whimpers, and he followed the sounds, briskly trotting towards the source.

The door was half-open, and he stepped in, not bothering to knock.

“Goodness, what a racket!”

Jimin had you pinned up against the wall, your legs wrapped tight around his lithe body. One of his hands was around your neck, and the other was working on rubbing your clit. He had been ramming into you hard, and he jerked to a stop at Hoseok’s voice.

“Hobi hyung!”

Hoseok licked his lips when he saw your pretty little cunt filled to the brim with Jimin’s thick cock. He felt himself stirring in his pants.

“Such a noisy one,” he said, walking towards you. “I could hear her whining all the way in the kitchen.”

Jimin grinned, his eye-smile lighting up his face.

“I’m doing my job right then.”

Hoseok snickered, tracing his finger along the bridge of your nose, bringing it over your lips. You opened up obediently, sucking on his finger with closed eyes, still impaled on Jimin’s cock.

“You need something to stuff your mouth with, darling,” Hoseok murmured, and you nodded in agreement. He wasn’t satisfied though, and he glanced at Jimin, and the latter slipped out of you without a word.

“No,” you moaned around the finger, whimpering at the loss.

“Use your words like a good girl, baby,” Hoseok said, popping his finger out of your mouth. “Only then you’ll get Jimin’s dick back.”

You loved it when Hoseok was all riled up and ready to snap. He was delicious when danger oozed out of his persona, threatening you into submission.

“My mouth needs to be stuffed, Hobi,” you said, drawing the syllables out sexily.

“With what, baby?”

Jimin’s sly smile returned, and he bit his lip while he waited for your pretty lips to form the words.

“With your cock.”

“That’s right.”

Hoseok nodded at you, and Jimin set you down gently, untangling your legs from his hips. You went down on all fours, and Hoseok turned so his back was supported against the wall. He sunk his fingers into your hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling your face towards his crotch.

You had learned the art of unzipping pants with your teeth, so it was easy to unzip him. Behind you, Jimin was spitting on his palm and stroking his length.

“Please,” you whispered, lust blinding you. “Please fuck me.”

The men grinned at each other, and with one savage push, Jimin sheathed himself inside you again. Hoseok had been slapping his dick against your cheek, and when you opened your mouth to moan at Jimin’s entrance, Hoseok took the chance to push himself inside your warm silky mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand grabbing at your roots hard. “Beat that pussy hard, Jiminah.”

Between the two of them, they found a steady rhythm that let you get fucked on both sides without any lag. Jimin was going at it hard, slamming himself into you like it was his last day on earth. It was sinfully delicious to hear his angelic voice groaning loud with each thrust.

You moaned around Hoseok’s cock, tapping his thighs softly. He stopped abruptly, looking down at you in concern. He slipped out of your mouth gently.

“Yes, baby?”

You ran your finger on your lips, smearing his pre-cum all over your mouth. You knew it always drove him crazy when you did that.

“Hobi, sit on my face.”

A smirk spread on Hoseok’s face, and he chuckled lightly.

Jimin pulled your hips towards him, helping you lie down on the floor. Hoseok gently placed your head down, making sure you weren’t uncomfortable in the slightest. And then, he knelt so his thighs were on either side of your face, and dipped his pelvis down a bit, ghosting his weight on you.

You reached out and pulled his thighs closer, whining “Just sit on me please.”

He giggled, his whole body vibrating in mirth.

“Want me to teabag you, little slut?” He lowered himself down a little more. “Huh? Is that what you want?”

“Mmnnhhhh” you buried your face into his balls, and Jimin lay down flat on the floor, his face burrowed into your clit. His lovely lips clasped tight around your bud, his tongue working hard and fast to reduce you to a pool of wobbly jelly.

Above you, Hoseok grabbed his dick and pumped himself hard, dipping his balls in and out of your mouth all the while. He growled when you sucked on them and used your teeth to slightly graze them.

His hands roamed over your chest, gathering your breasts and massaging them. He saw Jimin eating you out at a feral pace, and a fresh pang of want made his dick throb. He aligned his cock between your supple mounds, starting to fuck your breasts while you suckled on his balls.

“Fuck, Y/N. You are a damn fucking goddess,” he breathed, picking up his pace and working his cock faster, amazed at how your breasts bounced so beautifully around him. His thighs started quivering, and you could feel his sweat beginning to moisten his skin. He was so close.

He ran his hands over your breasts and traveled down, leaning forward a bit, doubling up so that his face was in level with your navel. His hot breath sent all your nerves into overdrive, and he started kissing a line down to your belly button.

You moaned out loud, but the sound came out strangled because you had a mouthful of balls. Jimin felt you tremble and shake under him, and he smiled into your pussy. He worked his finger into you, curling and twirling proving even his fingers could dance.

You felt Hoseok’s tongue lick a hot circle around your belly button, and that was it for you. There were stars in your vision, and you trembled so hard that Jimin gripped your calves tight, helping you ride it out. Hoseok straightened his back, seeing you shake all over. He put his arm around your neck and held on to your shoulder, wiping your sweaty forehead and kissing your hand softly, cooing to you.

Jimin shot up the next moment, wiping his mouth and laughing that sweet tinkling laugh.

“Hyung, she squirted all over me!”

Hoseok had just finished shooting his cum all over your breasts, and you strained to look at Jimin.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Jimin.” Hoseok tilted his hips and you propped yourself up to look at the mess you had created. All of Jimin’s shirt, right from the collar to his torso, was soaked.

“I’m sorry... let me clean it,” you reached your hand out, and he simply swatted it away.

“What are you sorry for?  Lie back down and let me eat your pussy again, baby.”

─── ·❆· ───

Eighteen months ago

“Jinnie,” you called, turning to face your boyfriend who was stuffing his face with noodles. You were fidgeting before the mirror, unsure what your boyfriend’s reaction would be.

“Huh, babe?” he asked, still busy scraping the last bits of noodles from the takeout box.

You quickly stole one last look at yourself in the mirror and then marched to the side of the bed. His suit was strewn over the white sheets, and he was in his boxers, slurping noodles like his life depended on it.

“Tell me if this dress is okay,” you said, standing directly before him.

“Why, that’s a lovely dress, you’re so pretty!” He paused to fan his mouth, the spice finally catching up to him. “Hot. Damn hot. You. And the noodles.” He fluttered his hands wildly, coughing dramatically.

You tossed a water bottle to him, giggling at his red face.

“So,” he said, sipping the water thankfully, “why do you even ask that? I bought that dress for you.” He scrunched his nose up, looking at you in mischief. “Are you doubting my taste?”

He got a well-aimed pillow thrown against his face, and he laughed.

“Why else would you ask?” he raised his voice like a bratty child.

“This.”

You pointed to your boobs, biting your lip. He pushed the cushion under his head, ogling at your body lazily.

“I don’t see anything wrong with your rack.” He smiled proudly to himself. “You look awesome.”

“But,” you sighed, nervously pulling at the fabric. “The neckline- it’s too deep.”

“So? It’s even more sexy.”

He didn’t seem to get it.

“Seokjin,” you said, putting your hands on your hips. “What about the rest of the guys? What would they think? Isn’t this more... like… suitable for when we go on a date, alone, just the two of us?”

“Ah.” He finally understood what you were going on about. The dress had a very low neckline, and you found it weird that he had suggested you wear it to the party with his friends.

He cleared his throat as if he were going to say something. He opened and closed his mouth several times, not a sound escaping his lips.

“Y/N, listen. I need to tell you something. But can it wait until after the party?”

He saw the curiosity burning on your face, but you managed to nod.

“Also, don’t forget to wear the fishnet stockings I got you.”

You tilted your head and gazed at him, pursing your lips.

“Are you trying to show off before the guys, Kim Seokjin?” you asked, accusingly.

He shook his head, the smile never leaving his lips. “Just wear it to the party and I’ll tell you all about it later.”

———❖———

You were slipping your heels off, Seokjin was lending you his arm to balance yourself. He had looked stunning in his suit, and you had loved the way his eyes streamed while he joked and kept everyone in splits.

It was a very hush-hush party open only for the label’s artists and their dates. Seokjin didn’t have much privacy in his life, and he tried his best to take advantage of the precious few private parties that came his way.

“Careful,” he said, catching hold of your arm just before you slipped. “I don’t know what you get by torturing your feet like that.”

You simply giggled, pouting your lips at him. “You’re too tall, Jinnie. I need to be able to kiss you whenever I want.”

And there, you had done it. You had made the master of jokes blush so hard his ears turned red. He cleared his throat, his breadcheeks straining hard to contain his smile.

“Let’s go and have a drink.”

He tried to walk ahead, but you caught his sleeve and tugged.

“Jin, tell me what the big secret is,” you mewled, loving how good his toned arms felt. “You know, you said there’s something you had to say.”

He patted your knuckles, nodding sweetly.

“I know. That’s what I need the drink for.”

You huffed, watching him saunter over to the cabinet to pull a bottle of wine. He was so damn hot when he was in suits, but he was hotter when he was pulling his bow loose and mussing his hair. You followed him to the bedroom, tagging along like a lovesick puppy.

The rest of the chaotic group were drinking and fooling around in the living room, rocking the walls with their boisterous laughs. It wasn’t unusual for Jin to bring the boys over; they were always hanging around one time or the other.

“Ahem.”

You crossed your arms, and the gesture didn’t help Jin. Your boobs were squished together and the deep neckline made it impossible for him to focus. He licked his lips and took another sip of the wine to steady his nerves.

But Jin had such an easy relationship with you. He knew that he could talk to you about anything. He trusted you so much that he just knew what he was about to say wouldn’t break your relationship. He just needed to find a way to break the ice.

“Come here,” he murmured, patting his thigh. “Come sit on my lap.”

You glided towards him, settling down on his lap happily. Your cleavage was even closer now, and Jin just lost control.

He placed his glass down, not caring about staining the rug. With a deep moan, he pushed his face into your chest, burrowing into his favorite place in the world. He rubbed his face against the soft flesh, purring in delight.

You let him be, carding your fingers through his thick glossy hair. He would talk when he was ready. Meanwhile, you would enjoy your boyfriend’s attention contently. His teeth were grazing your skin now, sucking soft love bites to show his appreciation.

“Jin,” you breathed, and he lost it completely.

“Fuck, yeah. Say my name like that.”

He lifted his head to look into your eyes, and you saw the rich want coloring his pupils.

“Lemme inspect my girl,” he whispered, pushing his hand between your legs and feeling around for the familiar wetness of your undies.

“You’re soaking already, Y/N,” he groaned, and you saw his nostrils flaring. He gulped at the feeling, and his Adam's apple bobbed enticingly.  It was the most beautiful sight ever.

His finger pushed the fabric aside, easily scooping up your essence. He looked straight into your eyes as he brought his digit to his lips and licked it, curling his pink tongue and making your insides clench.

Jin was blessed with long bony fingers, and they were a bit crooked too. A fact he took huge pride in. Because it allowed him to do things to your pussy that no one else could. He slid one finger inside you, drinking in how bothered you looked.

With a soft groan, you parted your legs wider to give him better access. His finger pumped in and out of you, drawing strangled moans from your shaking body. He slowly increased his pace, never taking his eyes off you.

“J-Jin..”

He slid another finger in, and this time his crooked bony fingers found your happy place and pushed against it, reducing you to a whimpering mess on his lap. He never stopped, his chest puffing with pride when he saw how you came undone on his fingers.

“Wanna cum?” he asked, and you nodded vigorously. His grin made an appearance again.

“You gotta ride me first, baby.”

Smiling impishly, you tore the jacket off his shoulders in one swoop. His shoulders were so wide, and you loved grabbing onto them when you rode him. The white dress shirt underneath had gold-plated buttons, winking at you. Seokjin certainly deserved to be dressed from head to toe in gold.

You could hear the boys knocking things around in the living room, and the little wildcat in you reared its head. You liked the thrill of riding Jin with his friends just outside the room. Jin might never guess it, but you wouldn’t even mind if one of the guys actually walked in on you bouncing on your boyfriend’s cock.

Snaking your hand down to his crotch, you unzipped his pants and fished his dick out. He was rock-hard. Jin always had loads of glossy pre-cum, and you slowly worked his juices all over his shaft, stroking him. He grabbed your wrist, his plush lip caught between his teeth.

“Sit on me.”

You gladly obliged, shifting your hips and hovering over him. He pushed your undies aside with his thumb, and you slid down his length, sheathing him completely. Once he was fully in, you rotated your hips, drawing sharp curses from his pillowy lips.

“Ah shit, Y/N. That’s it. Faster, go faster.”

You picked up your pace, holding on to his broad muscular shoulders and bouncing as fast as you could. Jin usually wanted to see your breasts when you rode him. That day, however, he made no effort to undress you. The red fabric was bunched up unceremoniously around your waist, but your breasts were still clothed.

“Oh gosh, Y/N, allow me….”

He grabbed your hips, pushing himself off the bed and thrusting up into you. You let him take over, squeezing his shoulders and letting him rail you as he pleased.

Jin loved the whimpers escaping your dirty little mouth, the sounds egging him on to ruin you completely. He pounded into you, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling your ears like a crescendo.

“Like my cock stretching you, huh?” He panted between his thrusts. His stamina was out of the world.

“You’re my little cockpuppet, aren’t you?”

His words always had the effect of reducing you to putty. That man had such a filthy mouth, one he was only too happy to unleash on you.

“Oh goddamn, Jin!”

You knew he was close; the taut flesh of his abdomen was quivering with the stirrings of a powerful orgasm. Your fingers clawed into his broad shoulders just in time.

Jin sounded nothing like his ordinary self when he cummed. He had a special sex voice that only you had the privilege of hearing. He moaned out loud, growling like an animal in pain as he shot all his seed inside your walls.

You could feel his cock pulsate inside you, twitching as your pussy milked him for all his worth. His breaths came out in hot pants, beads of sweat rolling down his temples.

“Feeling good, baby?”

He looked into your eyes, and you smiled happily at him.

“Never been better.”

The soft breadcheeks stretched into a smile. Damn, he was so beautiful when he smiled like that.

You hooked your finger under his chin.

His finger was tracing circles over the fishnet stockings, and you raised an eyebrow naughtily.

“Since when are you into fishnets?”

He chuckled slowly, chewing his lip.

“It wasn’t exactly for me... Remember when I said I had something to tell you?”

You huffed in impatience, gripping the hair at the base of his neck and peering at him curiously.

“Come on! Tell me. Now.”

He looked down at where both your hips joined. He slid his softening dick out of you, and you silently helped him tuck himself back into his pants.

The sound of the zipper closing shattered the silence. He bit his lip and peered into your eyes.

“Y/N,” there was a slight shake in his voice. “Have you ever…” His pink tongue darted out to lick his lips. “What do you think of…”

You blew out your cheeks. It was unusual for your ever-confident boyfriend to sound so doubtful.

“Just say it, Jinnie.”

He took a deep breath, and ran his fingers up your thigh, gathering his thoughts.

“Y/N baby, you sometimes moan in your sleep.”

You smiled at him playfully.

“What do I moan?”

He knotted his eyebrows and sighed softly.

“You moan the names of the other members.”

The smile froze on your face, your heart steadily dropping in your chest. It felt like someone had shoved a giant block of ice down your throat.

“I- I didn’t mean to… It wasn’t…”

Jin saw the panic on your face and shook his head hastily.

“Hear me out, Y/N.” He reached his palm to cup your cheek. “Wait, listen.”

He hadn’t meant to make you feel guilty in the slightest. He shushed you and blurted the words out:

“I meant to ask what you thought about sharing.”

You wrinkled your forehead in confusion.

“Sharing what?”

He wiggled his nose, carefully looking at your reaction as he said the words:

“Sharing you with the other members. Like- like a poly relationship.”

Your jaw dropped, and you regarded your boyfriend with a wary look. Was he really suggesting that? Or was it a snide question? You knew the Jin you loved would never be mean to you. He was too straightforward and blunt to beat around the bush.

“Are you… really asking me?”

His finger traveled up your face and traced your cheekbone.

“Of course I am. You can tell me no if I crossed a line.” He paused for a second.” I genuinely want to know if you’d like it.”

You bunched his shirt up in your fists, scared of what would happen next. Would he hate you if you said “Yes”? Would he feel inadequate? Would he feel like he’d been cheated on?

It was a while before you found your voice.

“Am I going to lose you?”

His face became serious.

“Why would you? Of course not! Baby, I’m the one suggesting it.”

He was suggesting it? The thought made your head spin. It was all too raw to process.

“Are you drunk, Jinnie?”

You knew he wasn’t. Your boyfriend had an extremely good tolerance for alcohol. He shook his head without taking his eyes off your face.

“Don’t worry, I am not. And no, I am not going to back out in the morning.”

He really was serious. You chewed on your lips, gazing at his open face.

“And- the guys, how will you talk to them about… this?”

He bit the inside of his cheek, his rare dimple peeking at you.

“I may have already talked about it with them.”

You drew back in horror.

“What?!”

He shifted his hips into a more comfortable position. He had talked about it with his guys, and they had been open to trying it if you really wanted it. Jin knew how your mind worked, and he was sure you’d want to try at least once.

“Sh, Y/N. It’s all up to you now. No one will judge you for it. I know the guys. They all adore you. Just tell me if you want to try this.”

Your hands flew to your hot face in a poor attempt at hiding yourself. Jin’s big palms caught your wrists.

“Don’t hate me,” you whined, your voice so low it was close to breaking.

———❖———

Jin held your hand tight as he guided you to the living room. The six other guys were boisterously arguing about something. A sudden hush blanketed the noise as soon as Jin ground to a halt in the middle of the room.

You refused to look up, staring at the rug like your whole body would ignite and go up in flames if you did.

“Let’s go to the guest bedroom,” Jin said, addressing the men in the room. He jerked his head at them and turned on his heel, pulling you with him.

The bedroom was the biggest in your apartment, and it housed two queen-sized beds. You had originally intended to rent it out to your friends before your boyfriend came along.

Jin drew the blinds and returned to your side, tapping his foot on the floor gently. One by one, the guys made their way into the room, forming a semicircle around Jin and you.

They were all still in the suits they had worn to the party. Granted, a few ties and bows were loosened and some suits were specked with pizza crust. But they looked just as fucking handsome as ever, disheveled or otherwise.

Everyone looked slightly nervous, and they waited for someone to break the ice. Namjoon, used to his role of the leader, took the lead naturally.

He cleared his throat, glancing at you.

“Y/N, I… um… understand this is all new, but…”

Jin stared at Namjoon, silently urging him to use his eloquent mouth to come up with something more confident.

Namjoon took a step forward, his palms open to in an attempt to instill trust.

“We all love you so much, and I assure you that there’s nothing to be worried about.”

The rest of the group nodded in silence, and you looked at Namjoon through lowered lashes. This was so surreal. Was it all a dream?

Jin squeezed your hand, and you squeezed it back. Gosh, this was so real.

You saw the polished tips of Namjoon’s shoes advance towards you.

“If you say no, we’ll leave this room and forget that this ever happened. We’d understand.”

God, no. You couldn’t say no. It would be a lie if you said you didn’t want them. But how was it all true? How did all seven of them like you back? Was it right to even think about it?

“No,” you saw the tips of Namjoon’s shoes stop abruptly on the floor.

“No," you repeated, "I can’t say no.”

The gleaming shoes hesitantly made their way towards you again.

He stood directly in front of you, and Jin let go of your hand. A sudden feeling of panic rose up your chest, but it disappeared when Jin’s hand reached to grip your shoulder lightly.

Namjoon reached his hand out, saying,

“Is it okay if I do…” He rested his palm against your hip, “…this?”

You gulped and nodded, staring into his chocolate eyes.

He gently squeezed your hip, watching you in rapt attention.

“And this?”

“Yes,” you breathed out shakily.

“You’re wearing fishnets,” Namjoon noted with barely contained eagerness, and you saw Jin cheekily nod his head at his band mate.

“Just how you like it, huh?” Jin teased, winking at Namjoon, who blushed in return.

Namjoon’s hand slipped around your waist, and he murmured in a soft voice, “Is it alright if we move closer to the bed?”

You nodded your head in a daze.

“Uh-huh.”

The rest of the guys parted, breaking the semicircle and making way for you. It really was happening. The thudding in your ears grew louder and louder.

Namjoon sat down on the edge of the bed and patted his lap.

“Come sit, honey.”

You turned and looked at your boyfriend, seeking reassurance before you let yourself go completely. Jin nodded his head and winked, a little smile playing on the edges of his lips. Drawing a shaky breath, you climbed into Namjoon’s lap, feeling incredibly self-conscious.

“We can stop anytime you want,” Namjoon said, gazing earnestly at your face. “Do you want to continue?”

You bit your lip and looked at the men clustered around you. This was it.

“Yes, I want to.”

A barely audible sigh escaped Namjoon’s lips. Had he been holding his breath too? Was he nervous too? Nothing about his persona gave away his nervousness. His fingers were steady, so was his voice. He had an aura of confidence in every move.

“Are you sure, baby? You are okay with this?”

“Yes... oh yes, please.”

The last word was drawn into a needy whine, and Taehyung chuckled from across the room. A few of them were sitting on the other bed, watching the events unfold. Jin was standing at the foot of the bed, his hawk eyes never leaving you. Yoongi was leaning against the wall, looking unbothered. But only he knew the way his stomach was doing backflips, the thought of having you leaving him shaking in his shoes.

Namjoon gently cupped your jaw, pulling you in and brushing his lips softly against yours. His other hand roamed over to your shoulder blade, a finger hooking under the spaghetti strap. Taking his sweet time, the man peeled the strap off your shoulder, his hand moving to free the other strap as well.

“Ready?”

His whisper was full of lust, and you nodded in urgency. With one fluid tug, he pulled the top of your dress down towards your waist, leaving your lace push-up bra for all the men to see. There was a sharp gasp from somewhere in the room, but you were far too gone to identify who it belonged to.

Your eyes flitted over to Jin’s, and you saw him looking straight at your chest, enthralled. He didn’t look the least bit concerned. Rather, he seemed to be enjoying it, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he gulped at the sight.

There was a deafening silence in the room, it was almost unbearable. Namjoon’s hand roamed over to your thigh-high stockings, and his long index finger slipped under the elastic band, dragging sinful lines along your skin.

He sighed darkly, admiring the way your legs looked. He had only mentioned to Jin about his kink for fishnets in passing. He couldn’t believe Jin had remembered.

His other hand was on your back, his fingers hooked under the clasps of your bra.

Deftly, with just two fingers, he undid the clasps, ridding your skin of the offending fabric.

The cold air in the room coupled with the sudden nakedness gave you such a rush, so much that all the fine hair on your skin stood up in goosebumps. There were a few groans around you, and it became so hard to sit still on Namjoon’s lap.

“Make sure she’s feeling comfortable,” Yoongi murmured from his position against the wall, his palm resting ever so slightly on his bulge.

“Here,” Yoongi said, moving towards you and stooping to look into your eyes. “Are you feeling okay, Y/N?”

You nodded, too enthralled in his brilliant black eyes to answer.

He dropped his voice lower, sliding a finger along your jawline.

“Tell us what you want.”

Your nipples were so hard, painfully neglected by not one but seven men in the room.

“I-”  You looked at Namjoon, and gripped your hip gently, running his tongue over his plump lips. “-just, can you all take your shirts off?” Your naked torso was in stark contrast to their suits, and you were hyper aware of it.

Jungkook’s little giggle reached your ears, and you sighed in relief as one by one, all the suits and dress shirts came off, revealing sculpted chests and hard, taut abs.

God, Jin was fucking ethereal when he was naked, you always had to remember to breathe when he undressed. But now, right in front of you, seven sons of Aphrodite were offering you their shirtless bodies, letting you feast your eyes on godly perfection.

Namjoon’s bare chest heaved perfectly in harmony with yours, the warmth of his body seeping into your pores.

“Please…” you whined, needy for attention. “Please touch me.”

Yoongi groaned, rubbing his face against your neck, and starting to press kisses down your shoulder blades.

Namjoon nodded at the rest of them, and slowly everyone moved towards you, crowding around you like children around an ice cream truck. One strong arm pulled you, so you were sitting sideways on Namjoon’s lap, providing better access to the others.

Jimin dove straight into your chest, attaching his mouth to your breast and suckling eagerly. He gobbled up as much of the flesh as he could into his little mouth, earning shaky moans that spilled out of your lips.

Namjoon’s finger pushed your underwear away, dipping into your core and curling a bit. He popped out his dimples, smirking hard at Jin.

“Guys, hyung has already marked his territory.”

Jin’s ears went red, and he stammered out while waving his hands,

“It’s nothing like that! It’s just impossible to resist her.” He paused, looking down and grinning at you before adding, “You’re all gonna discover that soon enough.”

You giggled, catching sight of his red face and puckered lips. Jimin was still attached to your chest, working his devilish tongue on your breast.

“Show some love to the other tit too,” Jin said, and everyone chuckled, the tension in the air evaporating completely.

Soon enough, Jungkook’s veiny hand was kneading your other breast, and everyone closed in on you, their eager hands running all over your body, sending you tumbling into bliss.

─── ·❆· ───

Present day

“Yoongs?”

He was hunched over some sheets of music, his nerdy glasses making him look wise and serene.

“Huh?”

He removed his glasses, running his hand through his shock of black hair, mussing it up. A genuine smile lit his face up when he looked at you.

“Yeah, baby?”

You knew he was busy, producing music for one of his collabs. But he had asked you to hang out with him in the studio. And that was when Jungkook had entered, his face hostile and sullen, passing by to drop some of Yoongi’s lyric sheets. He had practically glowered at you, slamming the door behind him unnecessarily loud.

“Um, do you think Kook is mad at me?”

He looked surprised.

“No, why would he be?”

You hadn’t the faintest idea why. But something was up. You knew that. You had tried multiple times to talk to Jungkook, but he had just shrugged and slipped out of your efforts to light up a conversation.

“I think he doesn’t like this.” It had been a thought that had started out as doubt, but Jungkook’s behavior made the doubt grow stronger and stronger until you were subconsciously convinced that it was the reason.

Yoongi leaned back in his chair, raising his eyebrows.

“He doesn’t like what?”

“This.” You flung your arms out, tracing the air, frustrated. “Maybe he doesn’t really want to be in this relationship? I tried talking to him many times, but he just won’t speak to me.” You pursed your lips. “It has been weeks since he even smiled at me.”

“Y/N,” Yoongi drawled, reaching to pull you closer. “You know he loves you. We all do. He’s probably overworked and exhausted. Try talking to him after some time, you know?”

You nodded absently, thinking of how Jungkook had sprung up like a startled cat and stomped out of the room while you were watching a movie with all the guys. Just because you had placed a hand on his thigh.

There was something off about Jungkook. But he shut up like a clam, choosing to slip out of the way whenever you tried to talk to him.

“Y/N?”

You snapped back to focus on Yoongi. He was partially right. They were all working their asses off for the new album. You would talk to Jungkook later.

“Okay, babe,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. Your hand reached for the phone.

11:21 pm.

Yoongi had made lunch reservations for both of you. You still had plenty of time.

“You get going on that sexy producer thing you do,” you said, cozying down on his sofa. “We still have some time on our hands.”

So back he went, his serious face poring over the sheets of music sprawled on his table. Yoongi probably didn’t realize, but he looked like a grumpy kitten when he was concentrating hard on something.

You smiled at his bent head, swiping on your phone to check for emails from work. There were none. Good. Maybe you could scroll through Pinterest for new design ideas. You worked for an ad agency as a graphic designer. You had to always be on the lookout for new stuff.

The endless stream of pictures was flooding your feed, and your finger was trying to catch up. Ding. The notification chime wasn’t usually enough to distract you. But this time, it held the title you just couldn’t resist. It was a YouTube notification from your favorite graphic artist.

You were halfway through the video when the suggested section caught your eye. An involuntary chuckle shook your chest when you read the title.

“Boy band BBS talk about DATING and SECRET GIRLFRIENDS?!!”

It was classic clickbait. Something everyone seemed to be doing for views. You knew it was just a clip from the Red Carpet of the MTV Music Awards. You still remembered the hickey you had given Hoseok that had forced him to wear a turtleneck under his suit. Delicious times.

You had watched that video already, but something just pulled you towards the video. You would never tire of re-watching your seven gorgeous boyfriends slaying the red carpet.

Sure, you were right. It was just a clip that everyone who had followed the awards had already seen. The familiar questions about collabs, celebrity crushes, favorite food, every question your boyfriends were already tired of but answered anyway, made up the first 4 minutes. Click bait much?

“Haha we have all the love in the world, we have our fans,” Namjoon was saying, his sweet little dimple flashing at the camera.

“But,” the redhead insisted, her dazzling smile widening. “You boys have any secret dating lives we aren’t privy to?”

The answer was already in the question. No one was supposed to be fucking privy to that information. You pursed your lips, waiting for Namjoon’s sassy reply to tumble out of his lips.

“We wanna focus on our careers, we don’t have time to date,” he said, a small lilt of mockery creeping into his voice.

Damn, you had teased him mercilessly that night, bratty about him saying ‘not having time.’ You remembered how he had begged to lay a finger on you, and a satisfying warmth spread over your belly.

The video was ending, and you grinned at Namjoon’s closeup fondly. But just before the replay button came on, you caught onto something odd.

You had been scrolling down, and a few comments had popped up in your line of vision. People were screaming about how dazzling their bias looked, or how proud they were of the boys. But there were a few ones written by hawk-eyed fans.

“not at how bored JK got of the question at 6:48 lmao he’s so pissed”

“damn, was it just me, or did JK actually ROLL his eyes sfakjfkjfk hahaha”

What?

You hit the replay button, dragging the seeker to the last few seconds of the video.

There, glowering with mad eyes, stood Jungkook. He was well behind Namjoon, a bit out of focus around the 6:45 mark. He had put on a charming smile throughout the video. Until the host popped the dating question, at least.

For anyone else, it would seem like Jungkook was bored with the question. But you knew his quirks. He had been casually gazing at the camera, letting Namjoon answer the host’s questions. The word “dating” left the host’s lips, and Hoseok lightly touched his turtleneck at the exact time when Jungkook’s expression flattened out to a cold hard stare. He rolled his eyes ever so subtly, his face turned sideways. He had been annoyed.

Annoyed at Hoseok that he was reminded of who he was dating. Annoyed that the question had reminded him of the hickey his turtleneck was covering. More like disgusted. Disgusted at what exactly? At the host for asking that question? Or- was it at what dating meant to the eight of you?

“Y/N, babes?”

Yoongi’s voice finally reached your ears, and you looked up in a daze.

“Huh?”

He scratched his head, his other arm supporting the jacket casually flung over his back.

“I said we can go. We’ll be late if we don’t hurry.”

Oh, the lunch. You had totally snapped out of focus.

“Yeah, I’m coming,” you said, jumping up and slipping into your shoes. Yoongi watched you closely, a bit concerned.

“Are you alright, Y/N? You look... odd.”

You debated if you should tell him what was bothering you. But you didn’t want to ruin the date with your speculations. You’ll talk about it to your boyfriends after you had enough time to sort your feelings.

“No, it’s probably nothing, Yoongs. I’ll tell you later. Let’s go, I’m famished.”

You would have to tackle Jungkook and his surly temper later.

─── ·❆· ───

“How’s the track shaping up, hyung?” Taehyung asked, pouring more wine into Yoongi’s glass. You were cozily settled between Yoongi’s thighs, the warmth of his chest on your back.

“Hm, I worked out most of the chords,” Yoongi returned, picking up his refill and taking a sip. “But I still have some more work to do, especially with the bridge.”

You hummed contentedly, listening to your boyfriends discuss music, sprawled on the floor around the coffee table. It was lovely, watching their serious faces talk about what they loved and lived for. The door opened, and Jungkook walked in, clutching his sports bag.

He mumbled an “I’m home,” directed at his friends, before turning to kick off his shoes.

“…and before I knew it, the time had flown like… phew!” Yoongi was saying, while you eyed Jungkook’s bag. He had been going to the boxing ring too often these days. What was up with him? His hair was damp, and his face was flushed.

“…and then I bundled Y/N up into the car and we rushed off,” Yoongi said, and there it was again. You had been watching Jungkook’s face, and at the mention of your name, the annoyance - no, the disgust flashed across his features. He scoffed to himself, unaware of your attention. It wrenched your heart to see that, and you looked away.

Jungkook picked his bag up again and stormed towards his room. You watched his retreating back, only half-listening to Yoongi’s praise for the lobster frittata.

“You guys keep talking, I’ll be back,” you said, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek.

“Uh-huh,” Taehyung purred, craning his neck and offering his cheek for you to kiss too.

“Clown,” you giggled, dropping him a kiss, and giving him a playful shove. “I’ll be gone just a sec, don’t miss me,” you said, winking and jumping up to your feet.

You had to talk to Jungkook and ask him just what his problem was. You just couldn’t bear his sourpuss charade any longer.

———❖———

Loud music hit you in the face as soon as you opened the door to Jungkook’s room. The guys never bothered to close their doors, but Jungkook had lately started closing his. Another red flag waving right under your nose.

He was on the floor, doing pushups and grunting out at the exertion. His sinewy arms were trembling, and he had changed to shorts that revealed his muscular thighs shining with sweat.

The guy certainly was on the fast track lane to exhaustion.

“Jungkook,” you called out, straining your voice to be heard over the blasting music. “Hey! Can you hear me?”

He went on exercising without any acknowledgment, so you stormed to the stereo and turned it off with a click.

“What the fuck?” he growled, snapping his head up before he caught sight of you.

“Well, you couldn’t hear me,” you said, crossing your arms and standing your ground.

“Of course I could,” he sneered, getting up to his feet and wiping the sweat off his chin. “I chose to ignore it.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief.

“Are you serious right now? You ignored it? What is that supposed to mean?”

He picked up his towel and started dabbing at his forehead, not even sparing you a glance.

“What do you want, Y/N? Why are you here instead of sucking Yoongi hyung’s dick?”

Your jaw dropped.

It was completely out of character for Jungkook to be so prickly. He was always the sweetest and goofiest man out of the lot. What had gone wrong?

“Jeon Jungkook, you dare not speak to me that way,” you said, bristling. “What is up with you? You are so sullen whenever I try to spark a convo.”

He scoffed and threw his towel down. His face was a strange mix of anger and disgust. You couldn’t understand what had ticked him off so bad.

“What is up with me? You tell me, because you’re so smart, Miss. Perfect.”

He crossed his arms and puffed his chest, using his height to his advantage to stare you down.

You huffed in impatience, stressed at his refusal to be drawn out. You had to simmer down and try to make him say what was bothering him.

“Jungkook, tell me why you’ve been so pissy lately. What did I do, to make you so upset? Just tell me.”

He glowered at you, the tips of his ears going red as he clenched his teeth.

“Good question. What didn’t you do?” His eyes swept over your clothes, taking in the wine splotch on your shorts. He averted his eyes, staring at his treadmill instead. “Whose cum are you leaking this time?”

The question was almost inaudible, but the spite in it had already reached you and poisoned the air in the room.

You stood rooted to the spot, shock numbing your senses.

“Did you just-” you struggled to keep the quiver in your voice under control. “-say that…”

You had never been in a real fight with any of your boyfriends, and this was a cold punch to your gut. You had only had the occasional bickering and loads of makeup sex after every disagreement. But this was new. This was raw, palpable and spiteful, and left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You waited for him to rush and say something, to explain and say he didn’t mean it that way. Just anything really.

But he didn’t clarify or even attempt to take his words back. He simply stood there, glaring into your eyes in contempt.

The YouTube video flashed before your eyes. The disgust in his face when he even thought of dating. When he thought of you. The thought crept steadily into your chest, twisting and crushing your heart. He resented you. He resented the relationship.

When you opened your mouth to break the heavy silence, your voice came out in a whimper.

“If you didn’t want to be in this relationship, you could have said so. No one forced you into it.”

He didn’t reply, choosing to glare at his treadmill in stony anger. You went on.

“If I’m keeping you from finding someone else or dating other better people, you could just say so. Instead of insulting me like this.”

He snapped his head to face you, fury painting his face red.

“What the fuck are you going on about?”

“Please, Jungkook,” you said, scoffing and masking the low sob that threatened to escape your chest. “You resent being with me. You can’t even stand me. You don’t have to stay and feel trapped in this relationship. You think- you think-“ You bit your lip, “-you think I’m a slut. You could have just declined to be part of this. None of us forced you.”

His eyes went wide in shock.

“Why would you say that? That’s not fucking true.”

“Are you screwing with me, Jungkook? You don’t even look at me anymore. You cringe when I touch you. Do you think I’m blind to not see how much you hate being in the same room as you? You haven’t kissed me or spoke a kind word to me in weeks.”

He sighed hard, running his hand through his hair. When he spoke, his voice was soft.

“You’ve got it all wrong.”

You weren’t going to cry; you weren’t one to break down so easily. But there was a strange sadness in your tone when you asked,

“Do you love someone else? Are you feeling- trapped with me…with the rest of us?”

He grimaced, the steely look coming back to his features. He shook his head in despair, straining visibly to keep his calm.

“No. What do you… No, what the hell? Of course not. You’ve got it all fucking wrong.”

“Enlighten me then. Spit it out, Jungkook. I’m not a mind reader.”

Taehyung’s voice drifted from the living room, in a muffled sing-song tone:

“Y/N! Starting to miss you here!”

Jungkook’s lip curled, and he stomped to slam the door shut with a bang. He turned to face you, hot rage clouding his eyes.

“This. It’s this. I can’t bear this anymore.”

You had no idea what he was talking about. But you hated loud noises, and the loud slam had pissed you off.

“What exactly is this this you’re talking about?”

He scrunched up his face impatiently.

“God, Y/N. You just- you’re so oblivious all the time.”

This was getting nowhere. He was talking in circles, and you weren’t going to humor him anymore. The slam of the door had already set a headache off, and your patience was wearing thin.

“Just say it already. I’m not interested in guessing games.”

He buried his face in his hands, clawing at his skin. When he looked at you again, you could see the vein in his forehead stand out.

“I can’t do this anymore. This is so stupid. It’s such a dumb idea. I don’t like this. ”

There it was. Out in the open.

“So, you want out? Are you breaking up with me? I already told you that no one is forcing you to stay. And you told-”

“Shut up, Y/N. Just shut up.”

You stopped, jaw open at his interjection. He shook his head, and you could see his nostrils flaring.

“Y/N, I love you. Okay? Don’t be silly.”

“What? Why the fuck do you keep contradicting yourself, Jeon Jungkook?”

He sighed and pulled your wrist, dragging you to the wall. He trapped you between his arms, pressing his warm body against yours, dominance lighting up his feral eyes.

“I want you to be mine. Just mine.” He sighed again, and his hot breath fell on your lips. “I can’t share you.”

“But- “

Your words were cut off abruptly, as his lips crashed into yours, silencing any words that were bubbling up in your mouth.

His kiss was hot and desperate, as if he was scared to stop. Scared that you would say something that would break his heart if he released your lips. The corner of his lip was trembling, and he bit into your lips to hold on just a little longer.

He had strong muscly arms, and they were crushing you relentlessly.

“Stop…” you breathed, pushing against his chest. “Jungkook, stop”

“No,” he moaned, whimpering with closed eyes. “Y/N, please…”

You pushed harder and violently struggled in his grasp until he had no choice but to let you go. Shoving him away, you spat at him with wet lips.

“Jungkook, this is a polyamorous relationship. You know it doesn’t work that way.”

He threw his hands up to hold the sides of his head, a painful look on his face.

“I can’t… it’s not fair. I can’t even stand the thought of the other guys touching you. Kissing you.” He grimaced. “Or fucking you.”

It was your turn to grimace.

“It’s not fair? I’m not just yours. You knew this when you got into this relationship. Jin is the one- “

He snarled and raised his voice cutting you off.

“He’s responsible for this fucking mess. He’s so fucking selfish, and …and…”

“Stop right there, Jeon Jungkook,” you said, your voice raising to a shout. “Don’t you dare call him selfish. He’s nothing but supportive of sharing. Don’t you dare.”

Jungkook kicked the treadmill’s frame, losing his temper.

“He stole you from me. He fucking betrayed me!”

“Don’t be delusional, Jin was my boyfriend longer than any of you.”

“HE STOLE YOU FROM ME!!!”

You flinched at his loud voice, pressing a finger to your throbbing temple. Clutching the sides of your head, you walked away from him.

“I’m outta here. I can’t listen to your deluded screams anymore.”

You stomped to the door, turning the knob to get out. But Jungkook was quicker, and he reached the door to block you from opening it.

“Let me go,” you said, speaking through clenched teeth.

“No,” he said, leaning his back against the door and glowering at you. “Fucking listen to me, Y/N.”

You had no other choice, so you folded your hands and glared at him in stony silence.

“I was the one who fell for you first. I told Jin hyung that I was in love. He told me I was too young, and that it would damage the band’s reputation, and that I would lose all our female fans if the word got out. He convinced me that it wasn’t wise to date.”

You didn’t reply, choosing to scowl instead. He angrily went on.

“And then imagine my surprise when he went ahead and asked you out. And you betrayed me by falling for him.”

Your scoff interrupted his flow.

“I’m sorry, I betrayed you? Have you gone crazy?”

“It would have been me if Jin hyung hadn’t stolen you from me. I would have been your boyfriend, and I sure as hell wouldn’t let any other guy lay a finger on you.”

The disgust in his tone annoyed you to no end.

“Has it ever occurred to you that I chose Jin? Do you think you could just turn back time and replace him? Are my feelings that insignificant to you?”

He shook his head urgently.

“No, that’s not what I meant…”

“And did you tell Jin that you were in love with me? Did you explicitly say my name?”

“No, I- I told him I was in falling for someone. I didn’t say your name,” he mumbled. “But he ought to have known, you were the only girl in my life at that time.”

You blew your cheeks in exasperation.

“Did you think he could fucking read your mind? You’re being so damn stupid, Jungkook.”

He whined again.

“He ought to have known. He knew I liked you very much.”

“He was just looking out for you! He didn’t ‘betray’ you. Why the hell did you agree to be in this relationship then, if you were so against sharing?”

Pain flashed across his face once more.

“Because there was no other way to be in your life. I gritted my teeth and bore it so long just to have a part of your heart. But…”

You tapped your foot, waiting for him to continue.

“…But I can’t share anymore. It kills me to see them look at you that way. It just…kills me.”

There was no response ready on your tongue for that. You had never expected such a situation to arise. You had talked and talked for days with the guys before jumping into the relationship. You had been confident about the success of the talks, but you weren’t sure anymore.

You sighed heavily. This wasn’t going to work. Jungkook and you, it was strained beyond repair.

“I love you, Jungkook. But I can’t and won’t choose you over the others. It doesn’t work that way.”

Something inside him snapped, and he snarled at you, bunching up your nightshirt in his fist.

“What if you got pregnant? Whose child will it be? Who are you going to marry? All seven of us? How will you explain it to the world?”

You struggled in his grasp, clawing at his hand to shake it off.

“It will be Jin I marry. And if I got pregnant, there will be eight people to love the child.” You closed your eyes, clenching your fists. “There’s nothing that can change that.”

The repulsion on his face was clear as day.

“You’re a fucking slut, Y/N.”

─── ·❆· ───

“Hey,” Jin called out, smiling at you from his position on the couch. Yoongi and Taehyung were passed out on the floor, the empty wine bottles sprawled around their bodies.

“Hey,” you said, flashing him a watery smile. “When did you come?”

“Just now,” he said, patting his thigh and signaling you to sit on it.

You shook your head, biting your lip.

“I need to-” you winced, gingerly pressing on your knuckles. “-can you get me some ice?”

His gaze fell on your swollen knuckles, and he jumped up hastily.

“Y/N baby, what happened?”

He rushed to get the ice, barreling to a stop in front of the fridge. There, with his head poking into the freezer door, stood a figure in gym shorts.

Jin knocked at the curly mop of hair, complaining loudly.

“Yah Jungkook-ah, get your head out. I need to get some ice.”

Jin was taken aback when Jungkook whirled around, sporting a bright crimson nose, a tiny trickle of blood running down one nostril.

“The fuck-“ Jin started to say, but Jungkook pushed him away, wiping his nose and storming back towards his room.

When Jin came back to you with a bowl of ice cubes, his quick mind had already sensed a problem.

“Y/N, what happened? Did you- punch him?”

He raised his eyebrow, scrutinizing your face.

“Yes.”

He hadn’t been ready for that.

“But why? You’ve got to tell me. We shouldn’t be hitting each other like this.”

You let Jin hold your fingers and ice them, holding your silence and thinking how best to explain it to him.

“I’ll tell you, but not now.”

He clucked his tongue in dissent.

“No, now.”

“Jin, just leave me be. Not here.”

Your boyfriend pursed his lips, and the disapproval was evident on the curl of his mouth. He pulled you up and guided you to your shared bedroom. It was farther down the suite of rooms, out of earshot from Jungkook’s.

“Out with it,” he said, closing the door and pulling you down to sit on the bed. “Now.”

You never kept secrets from any of your boyfriends. And this was a very big issue that you had no intention of hiding from Jin.

“Jungkook... he called me a slut.”

“What?”

He was on his feet, anger rising in his chest. He knew it wasn’t just dirty bedroom talk, judging from your swollen knuckles.

“Y/N, why did he say that? Tell me everything from the start.”

Ten minutes later, you had barely finished speaking when Jin stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

─── ·❆· ───

Namjoon and Jimin had been out all evening, working on the lyrics for Jimin’s new solo. They were surprised when they got back to a living room full of people, all looking stern and pissed.

“What’s up?” Namjoon asked, hanging his coat on the hook. “Did someone break something?” He internally prayed that no one had discovered the burnt pan stowed under the sink.

No one responded.

“What is it?” Jimin whispered to Taehyung, sliding into a spot on the couch.

“It’s Y/N…” Taehyung started to whisper back, and Jimin exclaimed loudly,

“Oh gosh is she pregnant?”

“Shut your damn mouth,” Taehyung hissed, elbowing him in the ribs.

Namjoon’s sharp eyes scanned the scene. There were only seven people in the room. Serious meetings were supposed to have all eight in attendance.

“So, what is this about?” he asked, settling down beside Jin. “And where’s Jungkook?”

Jin remained silent, his face red in a stormy temper. Namjoon looked past Jin at you, addressing you instead.

“Babe, what’s going on?”

You opened your mouth to respond when Jin broke the heavy silence with a piercing shout:

“JEON JUNGKOOK!”

A minute later, a door opened and Jungkook slunk down the corridor, head bent. A hoodie was keeping his head covered, and he sat down on the couch opposite yours. He looked up obstinately, throwing his hood down, earning shocked gasps.

His nose was bleeding, and the blood had dried up in a red streak. His eye socket was a dark purple, and his cheekbone was swollen, effectively sealing his right eye shut.

Everyone was stunned, and indignant voices started talking all at once.

“Who did that?”

“How did this happen?”

“Jungkook, who did this to you?”

Jin snapped at no one in particular, barking out an annoyed “Everyone just shut up.”

He had a sonorous voice, one that commanded respect, especially when he raised it to a shout. The room quietened down, but a low murmur arose again when his shock of hair bounced, revealing a bleeding gash on his forehead.

“I called all of you here to say that our beloved Jungkook wants out of this relationship.”

He raised his palm to silence the babble of voices that broke out again, continuing with:

“He insulted our girlfriend and she broke his nose.”

Jungkook bowed head, choosing to scowl at the carpet.

“And the black eye?” Yoongi’s mild voice asked.

Jin dug his nails into his palms.

“I did that.”

Namjoon shook his head, tsking in disapproval.

“We need to hear both sides of the story, Jin hyung.”

When no one said anything, Namjoon looked at his youngest friend’s bent head.

“Well, Kook? Got anything to say?”

Silence.

Jin stared daggers at the man in the hoodie, his face a hot shade of crimson. His fingers gripped yours, squeezing them protectively.

“Well then,” Taehyung said, breaking the long awkward silence. “If you’ve got nothing to say…”

You couldn’t hold bear the tension in the room anymore.

“He doesn’t wanna share He wants out!” you exclaimed loudly. “He wants me all to himself! And…” you bit out, glaring at Jungkook, “…apparently, I’m a whore for being in this relationship.”

“What?!”

Hoseok was up on his feet, his fists clenched. Yoongi reached his hand out to grasp his hand urgently.

“Sit down, Hobi-yah.”

The murmur of indignant voices was rising to a fever pitch when Jungkook suddenly stood up. Head still downcast, he muttered:

“Save your breaths. I’m moving out.”

No one stopped him, and his dazed surprise was hidden under his hoodie. He dragged himself out of the room, the stares of his brothers burning into his skin.

“The fuck just happened?” Jimin asked, inspecting your swollen knuckles. “Why is this happening?”

You chewed on your lip, wondering the same thing. What had happened to your close-knit boyfriends? Why was Jungkook suddenly discontented with the bond you all shared? Would your boyfriends slowly fall apart and float away like Jungkook?

You looked around the room, watching the intent faces of your boyfriends as they listened to Jin’s account of the day’s events. Would you lose them all one by one?

─── ·❆· ───

It was really awkward to go to your boyfriends’ studios when they practiced. Awkward because Jungkook was there too, dancing and sweating it out with the rest of them. He removed himself from the room whenever you showed up, and the shift in the mood was palpable.

The others confided in you that they weren’t on speaking terms with Jungkook either, and that the practice sessions were becoming too uncomfortable to be around each other. You knew well enough that it would take a toll on the group’s performance as a whole. After all, communication was paramount to ensure they were perfectly in sync for their dance routines.

You wished to attempt one last time to see if you could talk sense into Jungkook. So, you found yourself standing outside Jungkook’s studio one evening, long after the others had packed up and left. You had half a mind to turn around and leave. But a small voice inside your head kept telling you to give it one last try. Your boyfriends were already suffering enough. You owed them one last-ditch effort to try and mend things.

You raised your hand to press the buzzer, still unsure. Was this going to be a mistake?

The door opened even before the buzzer stopped buzzing. Jungkook stood in the doorway, with his grey sweatpants on, his hair swept back with a headband. His eyes widened in surprise, and you saw his muscles flex when he tightened his grip on the doorknob.

You were at a loss for words. It was strange because you were never out of words.

“I-uh…I thought…”

His veiny arm found purchase on your blouse, and his lips came crashing down on your mouth. His mouth worked urgently, claiming dominance before you could oppose. He pulled you inside and gripped both your hands behind your back, slamming the door closed.

“Jung…” you panted out, but he pressed his mouth harder, drowning your words. He nudged you towards the wall with his body, pinning you in place. His mouth never ceased attacking you, while he worked to trap your wrists into one hand.

His other hand roamed all over your skin, clawing and grabbing your flesh in hunger. Jungkook couldn’t believe you had shown up on his doorstep after so many weeks. It felt like a fever dream, and he held on to every piece of skin he could hold, desperately anxious not to let you slip away.

“I knew you’d come back,” he moaned between breaths, “…to me.”

You struggled in his grasp, trying hard to shake his hand off your wrists.

“No,” you breathed, turning your head slightly to stop the barrage of soul-sucking kisses. “I didn’t come back to you…”

He froze momentarily. Just a moment later, his grip hardened around your wrists. The soft emotion on his features evaporated into thin air.

Without a word, he pushed you tighter against the wall, pinning you under his shoulder blades.

“So, you’re telling me…” he hooked a finger into the waistband of your jeans, “…that you didn’t want me? You never thought about…” he pulled the zipper down, “this?” His hand tugged the jeans down urgently and slithered into the crook between your thighs.

“Stop it,” you said shakily, feeling your arms starting to fall asleep.

But he paid no heed. He pulled your leg and hoisted your hips up against the wall. You felt insecure with both your legs wrapped around his body, with nothing to support you except the wall behind your back.

“You’re telling me…” he repeated, lifting your hips and slowly dropping to his knees while adjusting your legs so they were on both sides of his neck, “…that you didn’t miss me at all?”

By that time, you were hovering mid-air with your neck against the wall and the rest of your body awkwardly supported on his shoulders.

Your hands were free of his grasp, but they were still pretty useless because they were trapped under the shoulder joints that were straining to keep you from falling.

He grinned from between your legs, licking his lips maliciously. His finger pushed the crotch of your underwear aside. He bent lightly and blew against your bare core.

You couldn’t help it, your core clenched at the rush of hot air and it drew another smirk on his face.

“See? You want me,” he crooned, laying the pad of his finger against your clit. You jerked slightly, and he shushed you softly.

“Don’t squirm, love. You’ll fall and break your neck,” he added with a wicked smile. “We don’t want that, do we?”

“Stop it, Jungkook,” you started, but he dove into your clit at the exact moment.

`Though his demeanor was relaxed and careless, on the inside he was anything but. He pressed his tongue flat against your bud, lapping all your juices with feral thirst. He saw your thigh muscles tremble at his ministrations, and he smiled into your pussy. Gosh, he had missed you so damn much.

His tongue dipped and swirled around inside you, and it took all your discipline to stay in place without squirming and snapping your neck. You hadn’t forgotten what a master Jungkook was with his tongue.

He started sucking and sloppily slurping up everything you had to offer, so hard that you were sure you weren’t going to last. You were definitely going to break your neck.

“Stop, just…” you moaned, feeling a cramp beginning in your neck. “I can’t… let me down. Just let me down, please.”

He raised his head from your crotch.

“Why should I trust that you won’t run?”

You could no longer feel your arms.

“Don’t you trust that I love you?” you replied, struggling to stay in position. “Do you think I am fine with losing you? Don’t you understand that I love you just as much as I love the others?”

He cocked his eyebrow at the last sentence, the slight sting of the words sinking in. With a reluctant grunt, he put his hands under your hips, slowly peeling you from the wall and setting you down.

You weren’t sure if you were paranoid, but it seemed that he knew your arms were still numb. He took his sweet time tugging your pants further down your thighs, but all of a sudden, he flipped you over and caught hold of your wrists again.

Damn, right when the little pinpricks on your arms had begun and your arms were regaining strength.

He pushed and held you down so your chin was against the floor, while his knee dug into the back of your thighs. He felt your hands struggle, and he grinned to himself.

“Y/N baby, you’re so weak. Don’t fight me, love.”

You cursed and writhed under his body, but a steady hand of iron clawed at your hips and didn’t let go.

“You don’t understand, Y/N,” he said, the slight sound of clothes scuffling behind you filling your ears. “You want me just as much as I want you.”

More sounds of something wet.

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Jungkook gave his shaft a few furious pumps, coating his thick glossy pre-cum all over his length. Damn, he was oozing so much pre-cum. He licked his lips and worked his dick, thinking of all the times in the past week that he had fantasized about your tight little pussy stretched around his cock.

His eyes scanned the pretty little birthmark on your left ass cheek. He smiled fondly, remembering how insecure you had been of it when you first started dating him. And the others. His smile vanished as quickly as it had come.

Jungkook had a lot of girth, and he usually prepped you well before entering. But not today. Not when you were writhing beneath him, trying to escape. With one quick push, he plowed into you, burying himself to the hilt.

A surprised whimper escaped your lips. He gave you no time to adjust, slamming into you repeatedly. The force of his thrusts shook your body, earning gasps that you fought hard to bite down. He kept up the unrelenting pace, pounding harder and harder with each thrust.

“What,” he panted between breaths, “won’t you moan for me?”

“Get off me, Jeon Jungkook,” you ground out through gritted teeth. He only chuckled in response.

His panting grew harder, and his thrusts became sloppier. You knew he was close. What would he do after that? He wasn’t going to let you go easily.

He pulled out and flipped you over, his hand returning to hold your hips down. Aligning his cock against your entrance, he pushed in again.

“Look at me,” he said, voice thick and needy. “Look at me when I cum in you.”

You stared back in defiance. Even though you loved Jungkook just as much as the others, none of them ever violated you like this. They hadn’t ever laid a finger on you against your will.

“You don’t love me,” you said calmly.

He raised an eyebrow, still slamming his hips into you.

“Your mind games won’t work on me, Y/N,” he replied, heavily panting. “You’re not going anywhere.” He licked the sweat on the corners of his mouth. “I’ll never let you leave me.”

With each thrust, your love for him withered and crumbled even more. A deep sense of regret washed over you for ever loving him. He didn’t understand love. He didn’t respect you. You had to get out of his grasp as quickly as you could. Would he take you somewhere and hold you hostage? Would he lock you up in a room and never let you see the light of day?

His thighs began shaking, and his thrusts became sloppy.

“Look here,” he grunted, teetering dangerously close to his release. “Fucking take my cum.”

He closed his eyes, his dick pulsing and throbbing inside you with the force of his orgasm. His grip on your body momentarily slipped, and you seized the chance.

Gathering all your strength, you punched him square in the balls, causing him to hiss in pain and topple over you. Even before he could react, you hit him in the ribs and pushed his body off, hauling your lower body out from under him.

His hand desperately snatched at your legs, but you kicked him and slithered away. He screamed out and clutched at your ankle, not letting go.

“Get off!” You screamed, reaching for the jeans bunched around your thighs.

The anger was bubbling in his face.

“No!” he shouted, trying to pull you by the ankle.

You swung your free leg at him, sending a hook kick that caught him under the chin with a sickening thud.

Without looking back, you scrambled up and unlocked the door, pulling your jeans up and running as fast as you could.

─── ·❆· ───

“Hot chocolate?”

You took the cup from Taehyung’s hand and nestled closer to Jin. Your boyfriend had bundled you up in blankets and seated you on his lap. Hoseok was sitting next to Jin, massaging, and rubbing your feet.

Namjoon and Jimin were sitting cross-legged on the rug, their mugs of hot chocolate forgotten. Yoongi was looking at the sheets of rain outside the window.

Everyone was eerily silent. To be fair, all of you had been shattered when Jungkook left. Over the weeks, a faint sense of normalcy had returned to the household. Until Jungkook cruelly wiped everything away again.

Jin had gone all kinds of crazy when you had run into his arms, your hair disheveled and tears streaming down your face. He had been unable to get a word out of you. He had examined the bite marks and welts with murderous rage, his blood boiling at the sight.

He had maintained his silence when you stayed in the shower for hours on end, curled into a ball on the bathroom floor. He had ground his teeth, bursting at the seams trying to hold his temper. He had soaped your battered body, his heart breaking at the way you tried to stifle your broken sobs.

When you had finally acquiesced to go out of the bathroom, he had carried you outside and dressed you gently. He had then bundled you up in the softest blankets as if they could protect and comfort you.

He had bent to kiss your cheek when you uttered it. Just one word.

“Jungkook.”

You had seen his jaw flexing dangerously. Bunching his shirt in your fingers, you had pulled him closer. Slowly the rest of your boyfriends had returned home. They had all seemed to sense the shift in the atmosphere. Somehow, they had realized that something was wrong.

You hadn’t said a word when Jin displayed the welts on your wrists for them to see. He had told them about the scratches and nail marks all over your thighs, and you listened numbly. It had felt like he was talking about someone else.

The sound of someone’s phone brought you back to the present. The notification sound chimed again, and again. Suddenly, all the phones in the room started chiming incessantly, cutting through the heavy silence in the room.

“What the hell,” Yoongi said, reaching for his phone. “The fuck’s happening?”

All of you stared at Yoongi, the notification sounds still going off in the background.

“What the fuck!” he shouted, furiously swiping at his phone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Taehyung went to his side, alarmed at the panic in his voice.

“Hyung?”

“FanLive,” Yoongi blurted out, holding his phone up towards all of you. “Jungkook is on FanLive.”

“What?” Namjoon asked mildly, hopping to his feet and peering into Yoongi’s screen. “What about it?”

Yoongi hit the speaker button, setting the volume to Maximum.

“… I was so nervous,” Jungkook’s syrupy voice rang out from the phone, and your ears perked up. “…but I am so happy that I shared this with you. I love all our fans. I really hope you will make her feel safe and welcome.”

Jin slid his buzzing phone out of his pocket, and a news notification flashed on his screen. You looked at it dumbfounded, not trusting your eyes.

‘BBS BAND MEMBER REVEALS GIRLFRIEND!’

Jungkook’s voice was still pouring out of Yoongi’s phone.

“I love this person so much; she makes me really happy.” You could almost hear his bunny smile. You felt sick.

“… We talked a lot and decided it’s time to share our secret. So, yeah… my girlfriend’s name is…” he paused, and all your muscles tensed, “…Y/N.”

You blinked. The constant ringing of phones in the room grated on your nerves. Jin’s knuckles were white, his fingers digging into the sides of his phone. He was seething, the anger growing inside him like an inferno.

“That. piece. of. Shit,” Jin spat out, his body trembling in rage. “I’m going to…”

Jungkook’s rabbity voice piped up again, he was probably showing something to the camera.

“…this is a picture of us…”

You pounced on Yoongi, grabbing the phone.

“Give me that, Yoongi.”

Jungkook was grinning in a successful attempt at cuteness. A turtleneck sweater was hiding the bruises on his neck that your kick had caused. You knew he had probably used heavy concealers to mask the injuries from the struggle.

He was holding his phone up to the camera, and you saw the picture he was showing. It was a selfie Jungkook had taken with you several months ago. You were both smiling at the camera, leaning against each other cozily.

“… this is my favorite picture, Y/N looks so cute…”

Jungkook droned on about how much he adored you and how lucky he was. He even had the nerve to say how happy his band members were for him. You didn’t bat an eyelid, drinking in all the blatant lies he spewed on live camera.

“…that’s the reason for this surprise live stream. Thank you for your love, please accept Y/N too…”

He kept repeating your name as much as he could, as if he wanted to punch your name into every viewer’s brain. That you were his. And his alone.

The live stream ended, and Yoongi flung his phone down in disgust.

“Sick, pathetic leech…” he began, slamming the coffee table. “I am going to strangle him.”

He rose to his feet, but Jimin gripped his wrist tightly.

“No, hyung. Not now.”

“He violated Y/N!” Yoongi screamed out, and Jin flinched. “And now this? I want him dead!”

“Yoongi-yah,” Jin’s firm voice stopped Yoongi’s angry tirade. “Yoongi-yah, we’re all furious. I get it. But we should take a minute to think what to do.”

The younger man glanced at you, and you nodded.

“He has branded me to the world as his girlfriend. You will tarnish yourself if you go beat him up. And that’s not intelligent.”

Namjoon hummed in agreement.

“I want to wrap my fingers around his throat and feel his life leave his body though,” Namjoon said, an unusual murderous look glinting in his eyes.

The buzzing of your phone briefly broke your attention, and you glanced at the screen. It was Hae Jung, one of the BBS stylists. The texts were already flooding your screen. The latest ones popped up in the notification shade.

Hae Jung: Get out of the apartment quick!

Hae Jung: You can’t be seen with the rest of them!

Hae Jung: Y/N!! Answer my calls just once!

“Uh, Jinnie?” You tugged at his sleeve, pulling him gently.

He was simmering in a cold rage, and his gaze was sharp like knives when he snapped out a “What?”

You had a temper of your own and you found it kindling. Taking a deep breath, you displayed your phone for him to see.

“Hae Jung says I should leave the apartment at once. I can’t be seen with any of you. She’s got a point.”

Jin’s wide shoulders broadened as he placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head. Taehyung’s hand squeezed his shoulder, and he said,

“She’s right, hyung. Y/N has to leave.” He composed himself to mask the little break in his voice. “Just for now.”

Namjoon, whose brain processed things 10x quicker, gripped your hand, alarmed.

“I’d be damned if we sent Y/N straight to Jungkook’s apartment.” He gritted his teeth, “Especially after what he just did to her.”

His eyes involuntarily swept over the bruises on your neck.

“Of course not,” Yoongi said, folding his arms. “We’ll keep her safe at a hotel.”

Jimin’s fingers intertwined with yours, and he gave you a reassuring squeeze.

“Let’s send a few of our bodyguard hyungs to keep her company.”

Hoseok, who had been talking to one of the managers, cut the call and flipped his phone closed.

“It’s already a nightmare on Twitter. We need to secure Y/N as fast as humanly possible. All the tabloids will be raining upon us like vultures soon.”

Namjoon’s leader instincts kicked into action, and before long they were smuggling you into one of their getaway cars.

“Here,” Jimin said, slipped out of his coat and draping it on your head. “Stay low, baby.”

Hoseok slid next to you, and just before he could slam the door shut, Jin’s veiny hand slithered into the crack.

He caught hold of your wrist and gripped hard, as if transferring all his strength over to you. No words were exchanged, but the weight of unspoken words was evident in his grip. You nodded silently, and he let go.

Without losing another second, Hoseok slammed the door and the car raced into the traffic, headed straight to a hotel.

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#WEAREHAPPYFORYOU

#BBSGIRLFRIEND

#WELOVEYOUJK

#CONGRATULATIONS_OUR_JK

The bird app was full of Twitter trends talking about Jungkook’s bombshell. Hoseok’s phone kept buzzing every few seconds from all the posts and hashtags tagging his band’s shared Twitter handle.

He had removed your SIM card and broken it, handing you a new one instead. He had also signed you out of all your social media accounts. You had been essentially cut off from any media that would give your identity away.

“Baby, I’ve ordered room service,” Hoseok said, drawing the blinds closed. He did a routine sweep of the suite, checking for hidden cameras out of habit.

“Do you want anything, Y/N?” he asked, kneeling on the floor, and peering under the bed.

“I just want you to hold me,” you said, hugging your knees and gazing at his bent form.

He looked up, those soft brown eyes emanating so much warmth. Without a word, he dragged himself up and crawled into bed, pulling you into a gentle embrace.

His nose was warm against the side of your neck, and you inhaled deep breaths of his comforting presence. Hoseok had the innate ability to bring cheer wherever he went, and it was probably why your boyfriends had sent him to keep you company.

“Y/N,” he said, drawing the words out. “Don’t… please don’t resent us for this,” he said, and your heart broke.

“No, no, Hobi-” you said, turning slightly to look into his glistening eyes. “-I never will.” Taking his hand, put it against your cheek. “I’d never resent falling in love with all of you.”

He nodded and smiled happily, his fears crumbling to dust.

“Just- don’t let Jungkook ruin what we have,” he whispered, and you hummed in agreement. You had not for one moment regretted being with them. Jin had opened the doors wide open to so much love, much more than you had ever imagined.

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It had been four days since you went into hiding. Your boyfriends took turns to sneak visits, it was a mystery how they managed to achieve that feat without getting caught by paparazzi. To be fair, the hotel you were sheltered in catered to celebrities all the time, and the staff were very discreet.

Your stomach rumbled, and you scratched your tummy. Whether it was due to your impending periods, you didn’t know, but you craved ramen. Especially the kind with tteokbokki – that was your favorite. Did you dare go down to the nearest convenience store and eat some?

Throwing Jin’s hoodie on, you let your hair loose under Taehyung’s beanie. Hoseok’s baggy pants were your favorite, they were oh so comfortable. Your sunglasses took a while to find, they were buried at the bottom of the drawer.

Looking at the mirror, you were satisfied with your camouflage and decided to step out. The walk to the convenience store took longer than you had expected. There wasn’t one in sight for a few blocks. It felt good to stretch your legs after so many days. But by the time you entered a store, you were already wondering if it was a good call.

The store was quiet. A bit too quiet for your liking. You’d have much preferred a crowded and noisy ambiance, it would have made you far less noticeable. The heavy oily smell of sizzling fritters wafted to your nostrils, interspersed with the earthy aroma of ground coffee beans.

There were a few girls around the ramen aisle, and you tried hard to be inconspicuous while scanning the rows for your favorite robokki brand. All went well, and you managed to get the packet scanned and billed.

You were waiting in line to use the hot water dispenser, wishing you’d stayed put in the hotel room. The girl standing before you turned with her cup of hot noodles, catching you smack in the eyes. The sunglasses flew off your face, and the hot liquid from her noodles splashed across your neck.

“I’m so sorry,” she shrieked, setting the noodles down in an attempt to help you.

“No, I- it’s okay,” you muttered, deciding to get the hell out of there. In your haste, you bumped into a few more people standing in line behind you.

“Hey,” a girl shouted, picking up your sunglasses from the floor. “You left this…”

You shook your head and tried to dart out of there, but she was quicker. She body-blocked you, extending her arm towards you. You mumbled a quick “Thanks” and tried to move, but she persisted.

“I’ve seen you…”  Suddenly, recognition dawned on her face. “You’re Jungkook oppa’s girlfriend.”

“Er, no,” you said, kicking yourself for ever leaving the hotel.

“Ji Hee! Soo Yeon!” she shrieked, beside herself in excitement. “Come here quick!”

The girls you had seen in the line circled on you, wondering what the commotion was about.

“It’s her! It’s Jungkook oppa’s girlfriend!”

They advanced on you slowly, peering into your shocked face.

“You?” one girl snickered in a mocking tone. “What makes you so special?”

By that time, you were trapped amid four girls, and no one else seemed to care about the bevy of girls in the ramen section.

Another girl took a section of your hair and flicked it in disdain, clicking her tongue.

“Just what did oppa see in you?”

The third one egged her friend on saying, “Good that you threw ramen over her, Min Ji!”

“Empty the rest on her too!”

You started to back away, but the girl behind you pushed you, sending you tumbling forward.

“Let me g-“

The girl had thrown the rest of her noodles on you before you even finished your sentence. Instinctively, your eyes closed for a split second, and you felt your hair being pulled. A weak slap managed to jerk your face sideways before the owner yelled out loudly.

“Hey, no fighting. Take it outside!”

One arm grabbed your hoodie, and another pulled you out by the hair. The one called Soo Yeon threw your sunglasses on the pavement and stepped on it, crushing the glass to bits.

Passersby began to stare, and you had no choice but to make a run for it. You were stronger than your assailants, partly because Jungkook had been your gym partner, and all those arm days came to your rescue.

It was no use to try and keep a low profile now that you were out on the road. Pushing one girl away, you landed a karate chop on the arm pulling your hair. The owner of the arm yelped in pain, and you barreled towards the third one, butting her torso with your head and sending her tumbling down.

You ran like the wind, not once looking back. You hoped fervently that no passerby had recorded the whole tussle on their phone. God, you’d ruin your boyfriends if the little spectacle ever went viral.

Dripping in ramen and terribly out of breath, you made it to the hotel’s private entrance. A car was pulling up, and a startled voice called out your name just as you pressed the elevator button.

“Y/N?”

Jimin bounded out of the car, startled at seeing your disheveled appearance.

“What the hell happened?”

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“But why did you call this urgent meeting, Namjoonah?” the band’s executive PD asked, rolling the paperweight on the table. The conference room in the BBS building was where the group’s most iconic song lyrics were birthed. It had been a room that had witnessed loud arguments about line distribution, heartbreaks over missed awards, and collective joy over record breaks.

“Let the others arrive,” Namjoon replied, his jaw set in determination.

Jin came in soon, followed by a steady trickle of the rest of the band. All except Jungkook of course.

“The fuck is he?” Namjoon bit out, impatiently glancing at the digital clock.

“We’ll get down to business anyway, good that’s he’s not here now,” Jin said, putting an arm over Taehyung’s lap to stop him from fidgeting.

“Well then,” the PD said, dragging a notepad towards him. “What is the purpose of this meeting?”

Everyone looked at Namjoon in unison, expecting him to spell it out for them.

“We all want to terminate our contracts with the agency,” he began, causing the PD to inhale sharply and lean forward urgently.

“What?”

“… effective immediately,” Namjoon said, his mouth set in a straight line.

“But why? Have we failed you in any way? You can tell me your grievances! I can try and resolve…”

Yoongi’s slow drawling voice eclipsed his boss’s.

“We are willing to reconsider if…”

The PD’s eyes widened in urgency. “If?”

“If you terminate Jungkook’s contract instead.”

Right on cue, the door opened and Jungkook walked in, an air of lazy arrogance stamped all over him.

He slipped into a seat, swiveling on his chair from left to right just to spite the men who were glaring at him.

“Don’t own a watch?” Jin asked scathingly, earning just a cool raise of eyebrows in response.

The PD was still speechless from the earlier discussion, so he didn’t participate in the bickering over Jungkook’s lack of punctuality. The babble of voices grew louder and louder around him.

“I don’t care for your disapproval,” Jungkook was shouting, slapping his fist on the table, when the boss shook himself into action.

“Stop!” he yelled, his voice cutting through the cacophony.

He glared at the youngest member, effectively silencing him.

“Now, what the hell is this actually about?” He turned to Jin. “You! Eldest! Speak.”

Jin looked at Namjoon, who nodded encouragingly. He cleared his throat, unsure how to start.

“Well, you know about our girlfriend…”

The boss sighed. Of course, this was about you. He had been privy to the unusual relationship between you and his artists. And he would be lying if he said he hadn’t expected this rift to occur sometime or the other. He had had years of experience working with hormonal youngsters to expect otherwise.

“Personal conflicts cannot influence your contracts,” he said, eyeing Jin sternly.

“Yeah, tell him,” Jungkook drawled haughtily.

“And you, shut your face,” the boss spat out, furious that his multimillion-dollar band was fraying at the edges because of girl problems.

“Personal?” Taehyung asked incredulously. “Of course it’s personal! Our girlfriend got assaulted and harassed because of him!”

“Correction. My girlfriend,” Jungkook said, staring at Jin’s throbbing neck veins. “She’d have been safe with me if she hadn’t been kidnapped and left uncared for.”

“The nerve,” Hoseok shouted, getting to his feet angrily.

Jimin pulled him back to his seat, hissing sharply.

“Sit down, hyung. Don’t let him get under your skin.”

Jungkook leaned forward, his black eyes glowering at Jin.

“I want to know where you’ve hidden her.”

“You’ve caused her enough harm,” Yoongi snapped. “You were the one who violated her privacy. You showed her to the world. You are the reason she got assaulted. You jeopardized her safety.”

Jungkook pursed his lips in stony mutiny. He had no witty response to Yoongi’s allegations.

“Well, PDnim, we want Jungkook’s contract terminated immediately. We refuse to work with him,” Jimin said, getting back on track.

“If you terminate me,” Jungkook said, leaning on his chair and rocking himself gently, “I’ll sue you. Every one of you. I’ll sue the agency till there isn’t a penny left.”

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You knew it hadn’t gone well as soon as you saw the disgruntled looks on your boyfriends’ faces. They had all come to your hotel room with sulky faces.

“Babe?” you asked, holding the coat as Hoseok shrugged himself out of it.

“No go, Y/N,” Jimin said, shaking his head. “PDnim can’t terminate him. And he threatened to sue the agency too.”

There had been only a slim chance of it ever working out, so it wasn’t a big blow. But it did sting your boyfriends to even think of working with Jungkook ever again.

Jin pulled you snug against his body, sighing heavily.

“We’ll figure something out,” you said, squeezing his big arms that were wound around your torso.

“Hmm,” he mumbled half-heartedly. “We got you some lamb skewers,” he said, burying his face into your neck.

“Oh damn it, I sat on it!” Namjoon whined, guiltily eyeing the now squished package he dug out of his coat.

Everyone giggled, a sudden ease settling amid everyone in the house. It felt just like old times. Well, at least partially.

“Fuck you, Kim Namjoon,” Yoongi said, pulling the package from his clumsy brother. “Now I need to operate on this and save it.”

Another wave of giggles. Somehow it felt like you would all survive the situation and turn out okay.

“Mmm, kiss me,” Taehyung said, sandwiching you between Jin and himself. “I love it when you laugh.”

He dipped his head, cupping your cheeks fondly. Jin pressed himself against your back, his hands moving up to cup your breasts.

“Yah, get a room!” Hoseok snickered, slapping Taehyung’s butt playfully.

You smirked in response, pulling Taehyung’s boxy lips towards your mouth, and leaving teasing licks on the corner of his mouth.

“Ah, don’t tease,” he complained, his outrageously deep voice sending shivers up your spine. Jin’s hands squeezed your breasts through your shirt, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. Jin was a sucker for your tits, he loved playing with them. They were his drug of choice.

His bulge poked your back, and he slowly moved backward, taking care not to disturb Taehyung’s kissing. The others barely paid attention, they were lounging about, talking, or scrolling through their phones.

Jin was halfway through a doorway when Jimin’s surprised yell stilled him.

“Son of a bitch!” he shouted, furiously swiping on his phone.

Taehyung was just as startled, and you peeked around his head to see what bothered Jimin so much.

“What is it?” you began to ask, just as the others started to crane their heads over Jimin’s phone.

No one responded, so you pulled yourself out of the Jin-Tae sandwich and went to investigate. Pushing Hoseok’s head to the side, you stared at Jimin’s screen. And your jaw dropped to the floor.

‘BREAKING NEWS: BBS Band member’s girlfriend cheats on him with ANOTHER member!

Tap to see SHOCKING pictures!’

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[bluemusickid]

Ok so I have been this fantasy about Chris Evans lately... the reader and he are friends and Chris has a girlfriend but she’s not satisfying him in the bedroom and you guys get a little tipsy one night and you end up making all his naughty dreams a reality... and there will be lots of dirty talk like, “she can’t make you feel like this... or does her mouth feel as good as my mouth does, etc”... I need you to work your smutty magic on this one! Could be for any of his characters too! Whatever you’d prefer! ❤️

As much as I abhor cheating........this is a sexy one. Thanks for this one, nonnie!!

Pairing:  Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, SMUUT, NSFW, minors DNI, drunk sex, dubcon (if you squint).

A/N: wHEW, this one was a toughie. I wanted to draw the line somewhere lol, but oh well. Hope you like it! MINORS PLS DNI. Not beta’ed, all mistakes are my own. You are responsible for your media consumption. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

This is my entry to my own challenge (lol). The colour I have chosen is red, which symbolises passion, danger, excitement. <3

You took a swig from your bottle, grimacing at the bitter taste, the sight in front of you even more bitter than the drink itself. It would have to be your worst luck that Andy Barber was here at the party, but his girlfriend as well? Killed you.

It was especially worse since you had a humongous crush on him, which didn’t seem to go away, no matter how hard you tried. It was even worse that you had to act normal around him at work, for fear of being mocked or ridiculed by your coworkers.

Andy Barber had completely encompassed your world and was a part of every waking moment. You watched him get tipsier as time passed, dancing around with his friends, his girl not leaving his side even once. If looks could kill, she’d be dead by now.

Deciding that you needed some air, you stepped out, only faltering a bit as the alcohol was steadily making itself known. Trying to light a cigarette, you heard a few voices from the garage. Your good manners were screaming at you not to eavesdrop, but you couldn’t help it. The liquid courage was winning over.

“So she doesn’t go down on you?” a voice asked. You raised your eyebrows at the question.

“Uh..” you heard the answering voice sigh, followed by a nervous chuckle. Oh my gosh it was Andy. You waited with bated breath for his answer, not knowing what to expect.

"I mean we're happy with each other, she's a great girl, very kind and she's great with Jacob. But there's just no spark." He trailed off, slurring a bit at the end.

You didn't know what to feel about this little tidbit you heard; your brain was telling you that it was wrong to feel good but your senses, your mind was in jubilation. You scuttled off inside before you were caught, this new piece of information even more intoxicating than the alcohol.

You stumbled your way into a bedroom, trying desperately to find a washroom. Why was this place so goddamn big? You mused, relieving yourself, the earlier conversation playing in your head on loop. Shaking yourself mentally, you realised there was nothing you could do about it.

Stepping out, you nearly fell as you bumped into something, your foot getting caught in the doorframe. Strong arms grab onto your biceps, steadying you as you managed to straighten yourself. You looked up to thank the stranger, instead finding yourself looking into the eyes of your dream man.

"Are you ok?" He muttered, his voice soft against your ears. You inhaled sharply, your core tightening in response.

"I am now that you're here." You rasped, unsure of the words coming out of your mouth. Did you just say that? You had no game, generally.

He chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Who are you and what have you done with my sweet, innocent coworker?"

Mesmerized, you gaze at him in wonder. "Who said anything about me being innocent? I'm not a goody two shoes, I'm different." He looked at you, mildly amused. "Oh yeah? What makes you different?"

"Well, for starters, I know how to go down on my man." You whispered in his ear, moving past him, your hip brushing against his.

You had no time to register when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him, his chest colliding against your back. You gasped, turning around to face him, annoyance etched on his face. “What did you say?” he growled, his breath fanning your face.

Smirking, you ran your fingers through his hair, smoothing the crinkle between his eyebrows. “The walls have ears too, you know.” you murmured, stepping closer to him. The rough material of his pants was grazing your thigh, your core throbbing with need now.

Running a finger down his torso, you stopped at the button of his jeans, looking into his eyes, wanting some reaction. Silently, you softly palmed him through his jeans, revelling in the sharp intake of his breath. You looked up at him, for permission to continue, acceptance slowly seeping into his eyes.

Undoing his zipper, you graze your fingers over his boxers, the tent in his underwear causing your core to clench. 

“Can she get you this hard with just one touch?" You softly whispered, running your nose along his. He closed his eyes, his palms closing into a fist. You could feel him mentally warring with his emotions, his body betraying him.

You entangled your lips with his, tugging on his lower lip, as you pulled down his underwear. "I bet she can't do this."

You ran your tongue in one single strip along his length, the tip of your tongue circling around the tip of his member. He moaned softly, his hands undulating, as he tried to stop himself from burying them into your hair. Grinning salaciously, you said, "Answer me, Andy. Can she?"

He gulped, his mouth thinning into a line. "No." He muttered, through gritted teeth. That's just what you wanted to hear. And so you began your amorous assault, taking him in your mouth till he was buried to the hilt. You swirled your tongue, letting your underside work his length. He groaned, his hands finally making their way into your hair, his resolve now fully broken. Bobbing your head around his length, you could feel him slowly thrusting deeper into your mouth.

Suddenly, he pulled you up, throwing you over his shoulder and dropping you unceremoniously onto the bed. Stunned, you were about to retort, but were cut off by his insistent lips. Gathering your wrists in one hand, he tried to tug off your panties, his impatience winning over as he tore them off, the material dangling limply from one of your legs. He circled your nub, his need to be within you ebbing steadily.

Bracing himself on his arms, his fingers locking with yours, he thrust into you in one move, leaving you breathless. His eyes trained onto you, seeing every emotion on your face, spurred him on, as he pounded into you. There was no other way to describe it except frantic coupling. Crossing your ankles, you pushed him deeper, the new angle hitting your front wall, your thighs quivering from the sensory overload. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be fucked thoroughly, like a whore?". You gasped, unable to form coherent thoughts, the depth and intensity in his eyes scaring you a bit. "Drop the act, sweetheart. I've seen you in office, swaying those fuckin' hips, batting your eyelashes. Don't act like you didn't want my cock in your pretty pussy, fucking you till you wept."

His words made you feel ashamed but in the deepest, darkest part of your heart, they turned you on like nothing else. They fed your libido, which was already wound tightly around his manhood. This man had you wound around his pinky, but you didn't mind. If that was the cost you had to pay to make him yours, you would pay it.

Pushing your legs up, he let go of your hands to caress your swollen bud. You screamed as the new position left you seeing stars, your legs nearly losing sensation, a warmth seeping through your body. Your silky walls grasped him tightly, to the point where you became one, as he shouted his release. Pulling out, he panted as he glanced at the sight in front of him; your overstimulated lips swollen and wet, messy from your intermingling fluids. He cleaned you up with a wet washcloth as you dozed, leaving as quietly as he could.

You woke up after some time, your limbs and pussy sore, you relishing the ache. You didn't see Andy anywhere, but you did see your clothes neatly kept in a pile at the foot of the bed. You were just about to reach for them when your phone dinged with a message alert. Bemused, you checked and saw it was from Andy.

"See you in office, sweetheart. P.S. Wear a skirt. Don't be late."

Part 2

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Prompts!!! 34 and 35!!! You know my happy ass is gonna sign up for some Ethan x reader. Just comin home from a work event and then hes awake and all sorts of complicated feelings seeing them with worn in hair, smudged makeup from the rain, kicking off shoes. Ahhh soo good!

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Pairing: Ethan Torchio x Reader (she/her)

Requested: Yes (by @bethanysnow)

Summary: Ethan spots the reader flirting with someone else and reminds her who she belongs to. 

Warnings: Smut in the first part. Mentions of break-up, suicide and death in the second. 

A/N: Hey, guys! As you can probably guess by what’s written here, the last few days have been very hard. This fic (despite not being multi-chapter) is split in two parts. The first part ends with the brown thorn divider (a.k.a. it continues under the cut to the divider which you’ll notice, I’m sure).  The second part, I’d like to dedicate to a person, that I know is highly unlikely to read this (who are we kidding they have probably forgotten about my existence at this point), but to them in case they see this; I forgive you, even if you didn’t keep it safe.  All the love, Axe <3 P.S. I’d love to hear your feedback and see who dared reach under the thorns. :). Please, remember suicide isn’t the answer. 

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There was a playful flare in the way she moved. Her dress - tight and velvet, sat gently upon her skin. A single pearl earring dangled from her right ear. Another record. 

Y/N swayed in the middle of the dance floor, body pressed into a tall, young bloke with golden ringlets. It was lewd.  

Her dim lizard-tinted gaze met his cerulean eyes. They looked good. 

He kept drinking the beer and wine. 

***

Rain slowly leaked through the little gaps in the ceilings of the small abandoned houses that stood, neatly ordered like toy soldiers along the Welsh Streets of Liverpool. It’s cold fingertips traced his arms over the satin shirt; people’s screams fading in the background.

Her hand, clad in silver rings, slid over the canvas fabric of his calla lily-tuft coloured pants. 

- That guy ruffled your feathers, didn’t he? - Voice mimicked the soft gurgling of the cloudburst. He swallowed. Pupils stuck to the car window where raindrops chased to their second death. 

- It looked like you were ready to fuck him. - Spite stitched deep within his unhappy grunt. 

- But I didn’t, did I? - The response was breathy and erotic. Her digits reached the seam of his trousers. He gasped, turning his head to the side. Bursts of green from traffic lights caught his attention. The rest of the car ride was silent as he read billboards over and over again.

***

The wrinkled toxic sticks had a slow creeping smell. Within moments the chemicals invaded everything around them, from a sickly yellow film over their skin to the air in their lungs. He tapped the butt on the ashtray, bringing the glass bottle up to his lips.

- It didn’t mean anything. - She left her own cigarette next to his, resting back in her chair. 

- I hope it didn’t. - Ethan took a single step closer to her, hot breath fanning over tattooed collar bone. - But it seems to me you forgot who you belong to for a while there… - Rough fingertips outlined the path of his soft pants. - Didn’t you, puppy? - He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear; uttering the last word in a raspy growl. 

- How dare you make me horny at 2 AM? - She did her best to ignore the ache between her legs, standing up and walking back inside. A cotton round, soaked in micellar water traced over her face, removing the small amounts of make-up smeared upon her skin. 

- Oh, honey… - His shirt, now on the floor. - It’s not my fault you get aroused easily, is it?

- I doubt that. - His muscular figure joined her reflection, arms wrapped around her waist. Digits toyed with the plunged neckline, as Y/N gulped from the feeling of his icy pulps. 

- Do you… - He unzipped the gown. Tone, mocking. - doll? - A gasp left her mouth as his hand slipped right above the band of her lingerie, barely making any effort to reach where she needed him most; his fingers climbing up to her bare chest, pinching a nipple, coaxing a shaky exhale. Her head thrown back, resting on his naked shoulder; lower lip clutched between her teeth; eyes closed shut. - C’mon now, lovie, why deprive yourself of looking at how pretty you are, hm? - His hands touched her chin, re-directing her stare to the lit-up mirror. There was still silver glitter left on her eyelids, mouth slightly open. - Do you see how beautiful you are? - Another shaky breath ripped through her as Ethan concentrated on the right bud, paying close attention to the sparkly jewellery that went through it, carefully rubbing circles around it. - Can you tell me how gorgeous you are, baby? Hm? - His bandaged thumb slowly traced the sword inked on her sternum. 

- I am… - The gentle flutter of his digits over the wet spot of her underwear, interrupted her sentence; thoughts wandering away from the sentence she had to utter out. 

- Y/N… - He planted a butterfly-light kiss on her neck. - Will you tell me how hot you are so that I can get on with fucking you?

- I am beautiful. - The man groaned approvingly next to her ear, a single pointer finger slipped in her panties, quickly finding her clit. He gently pressed on the swollen knot of nerves, before slowly drawing loops around it. 

- You are, puppy. - Ethan rasped calmly, yet something animalistic hidden deep within his pitch. - Especially now… - Rose-tinted blush leaked on her skin; making her look like a Renaissance painting, the thin layer of sweat that glistened on his own arms, made him look like a Greek statue, made by the finest of marble. 

- E… - Another low groan tore through her words. - Ethan… - Breaths, heavy; tears of desperation blurring the reflection. - Please… - It almost felt too much, the proximity between them, the magnetic pull. 

- Please what, puppy, huh? - Another digit added brushing through her slit. 

- Can you… - A pathetic whisper replaced her usual speaking voice, as a single finger stretched her open. 

- What, slut? - The drummer swiftly took his hand out of her lingerie, a whine; consequence of the loss. - Use your fucking words. - He groaned by her collar bone. His teeth sunk in her flesh. 

- Fuck me. - The high-pitched squeal ripped through her, making the man tighten his hold on her waist, pushing her to lay down on the white table. 

- Awe, does my little whore want me to pound her? - He traced her spine, the delicate petals that decorated her back, now covered in goosebumps. - I guess I will do just that then. - Breath fanning over her neck. Suddenly his warmth was lost; he bent down, looking for something in the drawer. The all too familiar ripping of a plastic wrapper, making her even more excited. - Are you sure? - Slight hesitation apparent in his timbre as he moved the delicate lace aside. 

- Yes, yes I am. - Y/N stared at his replication with her lips falling open to let out silent gasps. He gently traced her pussy, slowly sliding in. His auburn gaze; now midnight sky with no stars; lifted up, observing her expression. 

- Are you ok? - Ethan gently rubbed her clit, waiting for approval to continue. 

- Mhm… - Knuckles turned ivory as she held onto the edge of the vanity for dear life. 

- Do you want me to stop? - Both his hands tenderly stroked her lower back. - Because if you are in pain or uncomfortable, I will h…

- Babe, I’m fine. I promise. - She looked back at him in the mirror, seeing him relax. His fingertips found their spots on her thighs; something dark clouding his expression once again. This time he slammed in, sinking deep in her cunt; an inhuman sound leaving her lips. Starting off slowly, he thrusted up, making the woman cry out in pleasure. 

- Keep your eyes open, you whore. - Y/N showed him her verdant irises, a new level of twilight creeping upon him. - Who does this pussy belong to? - His tone, ripped through the air like thunder, as he picked up his pace, repeatedly hitting her G-spot. The knot in her stomach only getting tighter. 

- Y-You… - Sweat glistened on her back, the drummer getting a hold of her hair, clutching it tight in a ponytail only pounding deeper in her tight pussy. - I… 

- I know, baby, I know. - The last few thrusts were final for her, a loud moan leaving her mouth. A few more strokes and Ethan let go as well holding himself up, by his hands, clutched around the shiny surface. - Carefully, he pulled out, resulting in a slight wince from the panting girl. - Are you hurt, lovie? - The drummer tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, examining her as if she was a precious porcelain doll.

- No, no I’m fine. - She nodded at him, carefully stepping back to her feet. His arms secured themselves around her naked figure.  

She slowly pushed him away sitting down on the bed. - We need to talk. 

- We do? - Worry replaced the lust. Fear. Toccata and Fugue.

- Look, Ethan. I’m sorry. I know I’ve been distant lately and I really do apologise, because you deserve the world. - She fiddled with the sheets and the peevish waves of devastation ripped through the man. It felt like death creeping upon him, choking the breath from his body and short circuiting his mind.   

- Are you breaking up with me? - His expression stayed still; a small chuckle followed. - Right after we had sex? 

- I- You are the most genuine person I’ve ever met. And, I’m sorry I can’t reciprocate what you’ve put in this relationship, but I really did mean it when I said I’d be by your side forever. Just, I don’t think I can do it romantically. - What was once whole, now shattered; tranquillity turned into a void, the rug pulled from right under the drummer’s feet.

- No, it’s okay. I understand. - He didn’t. He didn’t fucking get where he went wrong.  Love notes. Poetry. Once Y/N told him she found herself at ease while looking at the slope of his handwriting. He thought about her day and night, to the point where she was infused with him. Mentally he cruised through London, knowing this was yet another thing he loved that will slip through his fingers and fly away with her. With each passing second he took another step away, hoping to find something in her eyes; a sign of caring, affection, of love.

- It’s not. I’m a complete fucking asshole. - Stop pitying yourself. You are the one breaking up with me. All she brought was an averted gaze and awkward fiddling. Reciprocated, relationship, romantically. Bullshit. Such words were never a part of her dictionary, they weren’t minutes ago she was screaming his name, or hours ago; she was fishing for compliments. His only "crime" was to not be able to cope with her coldness, with the words she allowed to spill. - If you’re mad I totally get it. - There it was. The last line of her script was delivered. She didn’t even care. She just jabbed a knife straight through his ribcage where the stitches of the previous injury still hadn’t healed, the stitches she promised she would never rip; a wound she would never be the cause of. 

- No, I’m not mad. I get it. -  He had always done his best for her and, even now, he still did. Inadequate as she found the man, this was his best; it was all that was left of a once proud and strong soul; fragments on the floor, scared that the next wind will blow them away. He didn’t yell in her face. Instead he uncomfortably shifted to the chair in front of the vanity where they had fucked just a few moments earlier watching her scramble to collect her shit in the mirror. And still, she didn’t even seem to care. No silvery tears were shed. “My heart isn’t his anymore.” He had said. “I know. I will keep it safe, Ethan. I promise.” It was as if she didn’t just break a pledge. As if she didn't just cut off the only string that kept him alive. As if she never drew him and her walking hand in hand through the park. As if the leather journal didn’t mean anything to her. As if he didn’t matter. And perhaps he didn’t. Perhaps he was just a game for her, a way to pass the time. And now she had slipped out the door. Without a single sound. Thoughts clashed in his head. He took out his notebook and pen and began doing what he knew best after music; he wrote. After the letter was done, shaky hands folded it, placing it on his bedside table. 

***

It was 4AM when he woke up. The sun rose up above the horizon as a promise kept. And somehow when he got up, he felt lighter in the most heavy of ways. As if someone had taken out all his vital organs and he was living on oxygen; just a pair of broken lungs in a patched up skeleton with mole-speckled flesh. In this heartache he refused to see golden light shine, to hear the birdsong, as if the melody can't glide through the air as it once did before. Ethan was turning to ashes. Perhaps he should have dressed differently, said something different. Acted differently. He didn’t blame her for leaving. If he could, he would have too. His hands grasped the rough piece of paper, all his luggage was packed, only her pearl earring left on the floor of his hotel room. And he left it there. Walking down the hall he saw it. Room 137. He slipped the letter underneath hoping to get a response. 

***

She woke up, feeling content. As if she didn’t just lose one of (what she claimed to be) the most beautiful things in her life. Her legs didn’t feel heavy, her chest didn’t have steel setting in it. She felt free. She had freed herself from him. Then she spotted it - the note tucked under her door. Curiosity got the best of her when she opened it and began reading. 

“I didn't lie, I do hate writing letters. And I do hate them exactly because I don't know where to start, how to end, and what will happen once the letter is sent. And especially this... Even if I rehearsed what I wanted to type a thousand times, I wouldn't know where to begin.I don't know what happened. I don't know where I went wrong. I do however know one thing - I don't believe it. You can bullshit yourself and you can bullshit your friends and you can lie that "you cared about me so much you fell out of love", but we both know that is a blatant lie. Real, true feelings don't go away like that, Y/N. If you really loved me, you wouldn't have thrown me away that quickly. I don't blame you. I'm used to being someone's tally mark. I'm used to being a story someone had. And I know I can be either a fairytale or a legend (one of those hideous, terrifying ones), but that doesn't mean I'm ready to let you become a memory. Perhaps, I was just a phase for you, a phase you grew out of, a human you had to go through like a hurricane to improve yourself. To feel better. I get it. You promised me forever and I promised you forever too, but promises can be broken. And they will be. I don't want a forever with you after this. I don't want a forever of being awkward and walking on eggshells. 10.09.2019. A date I'll never forget. Because you made sure I'll never forget it. I still remember how shaken I was. How exciting... John Green was right indeed. People leave scars behind all too often. Thank you, though. Thank you for the scars. They are the ill-favoured consequence of the tragic story we had. 

I'm sorry if I went wrong somewhere. 

I love you. Still. And I know it's pathetic. But I don't care,

Ethan

P.S. I used to be a very different person once. A snobby piece of shit... I mean I haven't changed all that much. I'm still a piece of shit, I guess; however now more pathetic than snobby. Anyway, I used to have a favourite colour and a favourite flower and a favourite city. When I got in my first relationship, I loved black and she knew that so she made sure to get me everything anthracite her eyes would land on. And then she left, and then I decided to pick out a favourite colour for the day to reflect how I feel. And then in my next relationship, my favourite flower was the Zinfandel pink roses outside one of the big shops in the city. And one time, when we were walking home, he picked one for me and gifted it to me. I still have it pressed flat between the pages of my journal. But then he left and now I don't have a favourite flower anymore. And then 2018 rolled around; and before I knew it I was in London for a week, sneaking a pack of cigarettes on the balcony of the small house we had rented, afraid I'd get caught by the landlord. And when I looked up at the night sky, I never thought even for a second that perhaps you were looking at it too. And that perhaps you were just a few streets away, or that I'd ever meet you. I just remember looking at it in awe, knowing that I've never seen the universe so clear, not in Bucharest or New York; I knew London would be my favourite. For a while. And then you appeared. And I don't have a favourite city anymore. Now I truly am rootless.”

The merriment from her eyes showed the scared child within, the girl who was taught to fight and starved of the love she craved. The cursive along yellowed sheets, drowned in pain, brought her a new high. The best life could offer her was a void, to let her sit in the shadow until she craved the sunlight.

- Hey? - A mewling cat-like tone piped over the phone.  

- He is so pathetic. - Y/N burst out in a fit of laughter. 

- Don’t you talk like that, lovie. - Another distorted giggle.  

- Oh, God, please don’t repeat that ever again. - One more wave of happiness, on the back of someone else’s tears. - Here listen. “I didn’t lie…”

***

“I just got broken up with.” His hands shook as he typed out the message. “Life’s great.” Sarcasm, obvious even through text. “Did she break up with you?” Victoria was quick to type a response. “Of course she did. Hell, if I could I would leave me too. Who wouldn’t, Vic!?” His chequered grey coat felt too tight, back pressed flat against the back of the chair in the random cafe he stumbled in. “I wouldn’t. What did she say to you?” The bassist grew more and more worried. “It doesn’t fucking matter” Spite. He saw in scarlet. “Yes it does.” The woman wandered around the hotel only to find her bandmate, her friend was long gone. A single pearl earring was the only thing left behind in his room. “What matters is I spent years and that wasn’t good enough.” The drummer picked at his chipped nails. “Was she rude?” 317. The blonde ran through the hall. “Worse. She was cold. It sounded over rehearsed. More like an email you send your boss to ask for more sick leave than what you say during a break-up.” The door was wide open. Suite - a ghost town. “I’m sorry.” She really was. “No, I get it. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel hostage. But I’m literally the human version of let me down gently. I don’t have a problem with being left behind as long as it’s done carefully.” For the first time, in a long time, Ethan admitted the truth - that he too was human, with a heart that was as brittle as a thin wine glass. “I’m sure it’s not your fault” Victoria’s encouragement didn’t do anything. “Really!? People who don’t fuck up , don’t get broken up with. Maybe I was too clingy for her... Work does take a toll on my mental health. And when I am back from tour, I am very clingy. Maybe that’s the fuckign reason.” It seemed that he didn’t mind the sting of the razor he was mentally slicing himself with. “Ethan, stop. Do you want to talk on the phone?” Then his expression grew numb. He typed one last text. “No.” 

***

- Do you know where he is? - Damiano paced back and forth around the airport, Thomas right behind him. 

- I have no idea. This is the fifth time I’m calling. No answer. - Victoria’s phone pressed to her cheek, as another one of her calls was left with no response. 

- Excuse me… - The soft voice of their new assistant chimed up behind them. - I just got a call from the hospital. 

- What? - The guitarist’s tone shaky, almost giving out.

- Mr. Torchio… Well, he’s passed. - All their expressions sank. The bassist tumbled back, taking a seat on the nearest chair. 

- No! Tha… That can’t be!? - The singer’s own knees gave out, as he held the completely shattered golden-haired boy in his arms.

- I’m afraid that's what they said. - The elderly woman’s own eyes welling up with bitter tears. 

- No! No! NO! - Amber-haired girl’s feet kicked into the ground. - NO! - Another scream. - I refuse to let him… - Sobs, held her speech hostage. - Him go! 

- Calm down, damn it! - Damiano yelled over her. - Can we go there?

- The car is right this way. 

***

The hallway had as much personality as the rest of the hospital. The floor - slate grey and the walls were dove. Above, the ceiling was made from those polystyrene squares laid on a grid-like frame. The light was too bright for their eyes after the darkening gloom outside. There are commercial prints on the wall. Above every door there was a large plastic sign, dark with white lettering- bold and all-caps. New and spotless. Thomas’ eyes fell to the garish flowers in his hand. “Let’s get a bunch,” he had said, when he saw a man selling them outside the building. “he will need them.” “He’s dead, Thomas.” The bassist chipped at her nails. A sharp nudge from Damiano made her quiet down. 

- Mr. Torchio’s relatives? - A doctor, white gown over his pale turquoise scrubs, came out of one of the plain doors.

- Us. - All chimed in together. His gaze fell to the bouquet of tulips. 

- Mr. Torchio was admitted half an hour earlier. He was found on the edge of “The Golden Gate” bridge by a civilian. - The black glasses pushed farther up his nose. - Unfortunately, despite our best efforts, we were unable to save him. - A second heartbreak. - He had overdosed on painkillers, before being brought in. We did find this note in his pocket. - A yellowed page passed to the shaky hands of Damiano. 

Under the drummer’s long letter Y/N had scribbled down her response. Two  fucking words. “Ok. Bye.” And right beneath that, there was a much wobblier version of Ethan’s cursive. “Tell her to keep the bits of my heart she owns safe. They are the last beating piece of me.”

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Objections: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you go to a wedding as the maid of honor for your best friend, so you have to keep things proper. But there's always room to have a little fun, right? (a piece for the Gangland Collab hosted by @semisgroupie)

wc: 2.5k

tw: NSFW

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Flustered.

That's one way to describe how you're feeling while everyone is running around and making demands. You're barely dressed when the bride - and your best friend - comes into your shared hotel room with a red face.

"Y/n, my shoes won't buckle!"

You stoop to help Mizuki silently, hoping she would calm down after your assistance. But then she begins to complain bout how awful the wedding rehearsal had gone the night before, where only two out of the four groomsmen had shown up. The best man had even sat the rehearsal dinner out, claiming to have a wicked hangover—a likely story.

"There," you state, standing up and pulling your blush-colored dress straps over your shoulders.

"Thanks, y/n. Don't know what I'd do without you."

And you carry Mizuki's flowers as she rushes across the courtyard to the church, her hands full of tulle skirt. And you adjust her veil when it slips off her hair a little. All the things her mother would have been there to do, you're there for instead. Because that's just who you are.

The groom and the groomsmen have already descended the aisle, and you hand Mizuki her flowers as her father approaches her in the church's lobby. His tattoos are covered by the long-sleeved suit and buttoned-up shirt, but you know Mr. Magahara would show his tattoos if he could.

"You're the best maid of honor," he mentions, and you smile, giving him a wink.

"Wouldn't give this up for the world."

As you walk down the aisle alone, you smile at all of the family members present on Mizuki's side, knowing each and every one of them by name and function. You take your place across from the groomsmen standing behind the groom and eye the best man - a tall, black-haired fellow - with curiosity. His black eyes flick to you for a moment, linger on your appearance in the blush silk, and then turn away just as quickly as if you no longer existed. But Mizuki is coming down the aisle, and you turn toward her, placing your best "I Want to Be Here" smile on your face.

The wedding vows and ceremony passes in a blur, and before you know it - she and her white-haired groom are wedded. As they leave, you walk back up the aisle beside the best man, secretly wondering why he couldn't just suck it up the night before, but you keep your thoughts to yourself as you wait for the golf carts purchased to take you all to the reception.

"Y/n, you and Geto will get in the next one," Mizuki claims and zips off, facing the crowd while her dress flies around her and Gojo. You turn to the man as he sits in the driver's seat of the white golf cart, and he pats the seat next to him. His cuffs roll up just a bit to reveal a red and black tattoo outline when he does so. You look back up at his face, and Geto raises a brow - noticing you noticing his tattoo.

"I don't bite..." he offers, shrugging. Other people are going past you and the stationary cart as you assess the Yakuza member, but after what feels like forever, you decide to get into the cart, and he starts it up before taking off at a crawl. "Often." Before you can respond, he floors the pedal down on the golf cart, and you scream, holding onto the side rails for dear life.

It would be just your luck. You're stuck in a golf cart with a bona fide crazy man who is in the Yakuza.

When he finally pulls up a the barn, you step off the cart, dizzy, but you feel no more inclined to throw up than you did before. However, Geto gets out of the vehicle and loops your arm through his, guiding you towards the repurposed barn like a gentleman.

"Wasn't so bad, was it? Maybe four-and-a-half stars out of five?"

"Out of ten," you mutter, earning you a hearty laugh.

_____________________________________________________________

You're six toasts in and a little unsteady on your feet when Geto turns to you, watching you eat the cupcake offered to you moments before. He places his hand on his chin, examining you in the dim lighting of the venue like he did at the church.

"What?" you wonder, mouth full of icing and cake.

"Just watching you eat that cupcake. Maybe I should've gotten one, yeah?"

"Yeah," you muse, sucking some icing off of your index finger. "They're fucking amazing."

"I bet..." You think you hear him groan in his throat, but you can't be sure, so your attention goes back to the people on the dance floor, and you thumb over to the crowd.

"You don't like dancing?"

"Eh," Geto shrugs, watching the groom sway to the slow song with his bride. "No one's ever asked me to dance with them before." You stand from your chair and offer Geto your hand, praying he wouldn't embarrass you by not taking it.

"Well, Mr. Geto, may I have this dance?"

The man looks at your hand, then back up at your face, as if you were joking. But you continue to stand there, palm up, until he finally takes it, leading you to the dance floor. He pulls you into a traditional slow dance hold - one hand against your waist, the other holding your hand out - and you look up at him, laughing.

"You can dance!"

"Never said I couldn't," he chuckles, smiling down at you. "Just said I hadn't." After a few moments of this, the song changes to something fast and exciting - definitely a song that makes you want to shake your ass a little. At first, the mafia member is caught off-guard by the song, but he dances along with you, mouthing the words to the song.

"You acted like you've never been to a party before," you mention, and he shakes his head, his banging flopping back and forth.

"Always rolled up in the back and watched the festivities."

Your entire perception begins to shift, and for some reason, your cheeks heat up under his gaze. It's the alcohol, you consider. It has to be.

But as you move closer to him and Geto takes your hips in his hands, you know you won't be able to escape this evening unscathed. The DJ changes the song to a sultry and seductive song, and you follow the beat, rolling your body under the firm grip of the hands on your body. Your fingers creep up Geto's suit and rest on his chest, eyes following and resting on his face. He leans down and exhales in your ear, and you tilt your head back, hair tickling the back of your neck.

"Fuck..." he breathes, and you stifle a moan when his hands creep up to the top of the back of your dress. "Y/n, I don't know if I can keep dancing with you like this... Makes me think about--"

"Don't," you whisper, feeling the need grow in your stomach. "Don't say it. We just met, and I can't... I shouldn't..."

"I'm renting a hotel room tonight and heading back into town in the morning," he adds, ignoring your plea. "Maybe we could..." Geto leaves the ending open, and you close your eyes, hissing as he grips your ass.

"You're making a scene."

The sound of Mizuki behind you is enough to startle the both of you into sobriety. You look back, and Gojo and Mizuki raise their brows at the two of you simultaneously.

"If you're going to fuck each other, don't do it here. Go on," Gojo smirks, jerking his chin at you. "Get out of here."

Neither of you needs any more permission to take off and go back to the hotel.

"Get your things and meet me on floor ten."

You fumble with the keycard as you stumble into the hotel room you shared with Mizuki. Nothing but the thoughts of being under Geto fill your mind as you throw your things into a bag and rush up to the tenth floor.

Geto is standing in front of the elevators and scrolling on his phone, his black jacket slung over his shoulder and tattoos on full display from his forearms to his elbows. Shit.

He notices you immediately and holds his hand out for your bag, then walks you to a room at the end of the hall. The plush carpet beneath you makes you a little unsteady on your feet, but you keep your composure and step into the room behind him. He sets your bag on the couch in the room, sighing and placing his jacket over it before walking over to where you are, still standing at the now-closed door in anticipation. He tilts your chin up and smiles, leaning in for a kiss without speaking.

And you give him exactly what he wants, pressing your back against the door as Geto runs his hands over your body slowly, deliberately. "You've been driving me crazy all night long," he muses, pulling away from you and tapping your nose with his index finger. "But now I've got you right where I want you."

"Wait," you murmur, head hazy, already drunk on his essence. "I don't even know your first name."

"Suguru," he whispers against your lips. "But I go by Su."

And before you know it, you're moaning that name over and over again, his head between your legs and hands on your thighs. You can see all of his tattoos from his back to his hips, and for a moment, you're lost in the intricate patterns and swirls and animals. Your hands are tangled in his hair, and he moans when you tug slightly on it, pushing him into your cunt a little more.

"Please, Su..." you beg, and he answers your request by sucking on your clit and flicking his eyes up to watch your face change. "Oh my god." Your rock your hips against his face, and he hums loudly, bordering on a growl while his tongue flicks back and forth. "Ah!" Your orgasm arrives faster than you thought it would, catching you off-guard and making your back arch.

Suguru grabs your hips and repositions you so he's still eating you out as you cum. And when you're done, he pulls away slowly, licking his lips and peeling his pants off.

"That's a good girl," he mutters, pushing your legs up and grasping his hard length. "You ready for me?"

"Yes, please," you whine, and Suguru slides his cock up and down your pussy before slapping it with his cock head a few times.

"Wet as fuck," he groans, then slides into you, barely getting his cock past your entrance before easing up. "And tight as shit. Damn, Satoru owes me ten bucks."

You're about to ask what the hell that means, but he slides back into you, and the thought evaporates. "Oh, Su!" The man slides back out, then in, gaining a few inches each time. His hips meet yours with a slap of skin, a rhythm he maintains as your own personal initiation begins.

"Keep those hips still for me, kitten." You obey, moaning in time with his thrusts and watching his cock pump in and out of you with a milky, white ring of your cum forming at the base. "Look at that... You're creamin' all over my cock." All you can do is moan in response, feeling your body flush under his gaze. Lithe fingers dance around your collarbone before sliding back down to your breasts, toying with your nipples carefully.

"Can we..." You gasp as he leans down and swipes his tongue across your breast, the sound of your moans and groans cutting through the static in your head.

"What'd you say?"

"Can we--" Another gasp is pulled from you when Suguru tugs your right nipple with his teeth, delivering a shock of pain and pleasure.

"You keep stopping mid-sentence, kitten. Spit it out." All this time, he hasn't stopped thrusting into you, and you frown a little, trying to recall what you wanted to say.

"Su, can we please -- ah!" Suguru drives a hand toward your clit and rolls it between his fingers.

"Baby," he chastises, smirking playfully. "Didn't they teach you to finish your sentences in grade school?" You huff in response, and Suguru laughs, pulling his hand away and leaning over you. "No, really. What is it, y/n?"

"Can you fuck me from behind, please?" Suguru's brows raise, and you swallow hard, feeling him pull out slowly.

"Be my guest," he encourages you, and you flip over, scooting to the edge of the bed eagerly. Suguru slaps each ass cheek once before entering you again. "Go ahead," he murmurs, and you bounce back onto his cock, taking control. You look back at the Yakuza member and bite your bottom lip, feeling your climax build.

"Feels so fucking good, Su," you whisper, and his mouth parts at the way you look. "So damn sexy..."

He slides out of you almost instantly, pushing you onto the bed and mounting you from above. "Trying to make me cum, huh? I know your little tricks. I've got something for that." He doesn't sound displeased at all, just a little surprised, but his reaction no longer matters as he pounds into your little cunt as hard and fast as he can, pushing your hips into the bed over and over again. A hand crawls up to your neck, and Suguru latches his lips onto your earlobe, traveling lower while he fucks you so hard that the headboard begins to shake.

"The h-headboard," you cry out, but Suguru pays you no mind, keeping you in place while he thrusts into your abused cunt until you tip over the edge, choking out a sound between a wail and grunt.

"Good girl," he whispers in your ear as your hand scramble to find purchase among the silken sheets and pointless pillows. "Cum for me... just like that." A ragged inhale triggers his climax, but you're still riding your high as he rocks into your cunt, filling you with his cum. You both lay on the bed, recovering with deep inhales and exhales, and a soft moan or two.

"Shit," you breathe.

"That was fucking amazing." Suguru stays inside of you but pulls you onto your side so he's spooning your body carefully.

"You're in the Yakuza," you whisper. "Does this mean I can never tell anyone about what we did?" Suguru laughs loudly, shaking your body as he holds you.

"Everyone watched you and I leave, I don't think there's any confusion about what we're doing. And even if they didn't Gojo will tell them for sure." You groan, but Suguru pulls you in closer. "Don't worry, y/n. I won't let them embarrass you. I'll make sure to let them see you with me on dates, too."

[johnnysnostril]

makeup sex with nct 127 | part three [18+]

doyoung, jaehyun & jungwoo

“leave me alone.” i mumbled as i tossed my phone on the passenger seat of my car. i watched as the screen shut off completely before looking out towards the windshield.

this was my happy place.

the ocean.

i loved it here- i alway came here to think and just relax.

as i got out the car, i wrapped myself in my cardigan- feeling the cold breeze against my skin. i took my time walking out to the sand, taking off my sandals as the concrete ended.

i tip-toed to the shore and sat close enough to the water, just to get my feet wet.

as the thought of doyoung with another woman ran through my head, i tucked my knees into my chest and hugged myself.

being insecure was going to be the death of me. he knew i had trust issues, but he promised to help me work through this.

they just looked like they knew each other too well.

i didn’t even notice that an hour went by, until the sun started setting.

“mm, i should probably head back..” i said to myself.

“you’re a terrible hider.” i heard doyoung’s voice say. i could tell he was smiling.

“who said i was hiding?” i said keeping my eyes on the water.

he was silent for a moment.

as he sat down next to me, he stretched his legs out and sighed.

“how’d you even find me?” i finally said.

doyoung chuckled.

“you always come here, babe.”

i rolled my eyes at how well he knew me.

moving in front of me, he positioned himself so i was sitting in between his legs.

“baby, i’m sorry.” he began. “i was stupid to think that the performance wouldn’t trigger you. i didn’t think at all, actually. i’m sorry.” he voiced in a low tone.

i kept my eyes down.

“i had to see things from your prospective and now i understand- i would be upset too if i was in your shoes.”

“i’m not just being dramatic, you know?” i replied. “i can’t help it sometimes- i just don’t wanna see you with someone else..” i whispered. “and i understand. i wouldn’t wanna see you with anyone but me.” doyoung took my hands and laced our fingers.

“i’m new at this boyfriend stuff-“ he smiled. “i promise, i’ll get it right one of these days. be patient with me, please.” he pleaded. “look at me-“

our eyes met and he smiled.

“i love you. i’m not going anywhere, okay? you got me. i promise you’re the only one i want.”

i fell to pieces on the inside.

suddenly, i found myself climbing into his lap- resting my cheek on his shoulder. doyoung wrapped his arms around me and squeezed tightly. “do you forgive me?” he whispered. i nodded and gently kissed his neck. “i just miss you all the time, you know?” i whined. “i know baby. and i miss you too. let me make it up to you.” he said rubbing my back. i pulled away, looking right at him. “how are you going to do that?” i asked.

he softly smirked, pushing me on my back to lay in the sand. doyoung hovered over me and pressed his lips against mine. i smiled against his lips and wrapped my arms around his neck.

this felt like heaven.

immediately, i felt him getting excited. chuckling, i bit his bottom lip.

“i’m sorry- i can’t help it. i really missed you.” he groaned as i released his lip. “show me how much, baby.” i said unbuckling his belt. without hesitation, he slipped his hand under my dress and ripped off my thong. i squealed and watched as he took over the removal of his belt and pants.

sex on the beach.

lining himself up, he slid right in and my breathing hitched. to keep me from moaning too loud, he reconnected our lips- slipping his tongue in my mouth as he began to pump slowly.

giving jae the middle finger from across the room, i slipped my phone in my back pocket and folded my arms across my chest. he furrowed his brows and smiled a bit. i guess he really didn’t think i was being serious, but i was.

the dance teacher thanked everyone for coming after his little speech. everyone clapped and thanked him for his work.

as i collected my things, i made my way out the door in a quick manner.

“hey! wait-“ i heard jaehyun’s voice call out.

i kept going.

“babe!” he laughed as he caught up with me.

he back hugged me and kissed my shoulder. “get away from me!” i said pushing him off. “woah, why are you so angry?” jae moved in front of me as i approached the door. “you’re such a jerk- move.” i said slapping his chest.

walking out to his car, i waited by the passenger side door, for him to unlock the vehicle.

“babe.” he groaned as he spun me around by my waist to face him. “what did i do?” jae tried to lean down and kiss me but i pushed his face away. “you were flirting with those girls- i watched you for 15 fucking minutes.” placing his hands over his chest, he shook his head. “i was not flirting with anyone. that, i can promise you.” he said with a serious face.

i rolled my eyes and turned to face the car, yanking on the door handle. “just take me home.” i demanded. “wait- stop it.” he said grabbing my hand, making me face him once again. “i really wasn’t flirting with anyone-“ he repeated. “then what were you doing jaehyun? are you telling me that i’m just imagining you flirt with other females?” i shouted. he smiled, his dimples making their appearance. “you’re so sexy when you’re mad.”

“fuck you.” i said yanking on the door again.

jaehyun swiftly grabbed my waist, unlocking the car and tossing me in the backseat. he climbed in behind me, closing and locking the door.

pushing me back against the seats, he smashed his lips into mine. i pushed him back and he chuckled. “you can’t just kiss me and expect everything to be okay.” i said frustrated.

jaehyun was silent for a moment before parting his lips.

“you don’t get it-“ he started. “it’s always going to be you, babe.” he gently pressed his lips into my forehead. “i swear to god that you are the only person i wanna be with. i see myself spending the rest of my life with you. why would i do anything to fuck up the best thing thats ever happened to me?” he continued. “baby, i love you. and i mean that.”

he was actually being serious now.

his eyes searched for mine as i looked off to the side. jae kissed my lips and smiled. “it’s so cute when you get jealous. i love it.” he admitted.

“i wasn’t jealous.” i lied. “yes, you were. but that’s okay-“ he mumbled, kissing down my neck. he knew that was my sweet spot.

i instantly wrapped my arms around his neck and slightly smiled. “you’re still in trouble.” i whispered. “i like being in trouble.” he growled.

slipping his hand into my shorts, he made his way past my underwear and pressed his fingertips into my clit.

i packed up my belongings and wiped away the tear that fell from my eye.

throwing everything in the trunk, i slammed it down and leaned against my car.

i loved jungwoo so much but sometimes his timing was so bad. i knew what i got myself into when we first started dating- but he promised he would try and spend as much time with me as possible.

he had two rest days before going back on tour and he promised to spend those two days with me. although it wasn’t his fault that they had a last minute recording session, i did expect him to at least have lunch with me.

climbing into the drivers seat, i sat in the parking lot for a few minutes- which turned into an hour and a half. i just sat there. staring out the window.

was this really what i wanted?

making my way home, i pushed myself through the front door and furrowed my brows.

something was off.

i took off my shoes before stepped onto the carpet and made my way to my bedroom.

“surprise!” jungwoo yelled as i pushed open my door.

i jumped and screamed, closing my eyes.

he laughed and clapped his hands before coming over to hug me. “i’m sorry babe, i just couldn’t resist.” jungwoo chuckled. i playfully slapped his chest and giggled a little. “you’re such a jerk! why would you do that?” i looked up at him as he towered over me. his soft hands cupped my cheeks and he planted soft kisses on my lips, smiling. “it was a surprise.” he mumbled.

i huffed and pushed him back a little, taking my place on my bed and laying down. he immediately joined me, cuddling up next to me and nuzzling into my neck. “i’m actually really mad at you.” i said. jungwoo looked up from his little spoon position, giving me puppy dog eyes. “whyy?” he whined. “because, you promised to have lunch with me. i know sometimes you get busy and can’t do things- but, you-“ jungwoo interrupted me with a kiss and i whined.

he wiggled his way up, pulling me into his chest and wrapped his leg around mine. “i don’t wanna fight, baby. i know i’m an idiot. i need to find a way to spend more time with you.” he groaned.

i was silent.

“what about going on tour with me?” he said excitedly. looking up at him, i furrowed my brows. “and how would my bills get paid?”

jungwoo paused for a moment.

“you know you could stay with me in the dorm, right?” he admitted. i immediately shook my head. “i don’t wanna live with all boys.”

climbing on top of me, jungwoo hovered over my body. “we can make it work, baby. i just think that’s the only way that we can spend more time together.” he mumbled as he pecked my face multiple times. i wrapped my arms around him and sighed. “let’s just talk about this later, please.” i whispered, kissing his ear. “i just want you-“

jungwoo pulled back a little and smiled. “if you want me to blow your back out, just say that.” he gently sank his teeth into my bottom lip and pulled. i moaned softly and blushed.

“that’s exactly what i want-“ reaching down a little, i slipped my hand into his pants and ran my fingertips across his length.

[pascalslittlebrat]

Late Night Temptations

Rating: E, 18+

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

Word Count: 2414

Warnings: Sugar baby/Sugar Daddy mention, mentions of alcohol, smut, oral sex-male receiving, choking, unprotected PIV (don’t be silly wrap those willies), dom/sub tones if you squint, i think that’s everything? Let me know if I missed anything

Summary: After a night out late with friends, you sneak into Pedro’s house for some water before going to your place at his, only to find him awake and wondering what you’ve been doing all night.

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A/N: Just a little collaboration between @mothandpidgeon and I, inspired by this picture from @pedrocentric​ and moth and I’s thots about sugar daddy Pedro, may you all enjoy xo

You got out of the Uber and went up the driveway. It was late and quiet. Instead of going around back to the guest house where you lived, you went to the front door. Water. Water would be amazing right now. Pedro wouldn’t mind if you helped yourself to a bottle from his fridge.

You let yourself into the house, first sliding out of your heels so you wouldn’t make noise. You were still a little tipsy and the house was dark. Your feet padded down the hall to the kitchen. You went into the fridge and cracked open a water bottle. You gulped it down, standing with the refrigerator door open, shoes in one hand, cool air prickling your skin. 

A light came on and Pedro had appeared in the kitchen. You couldn’t tell if he’d been sleeping. He often woke up looking deliciously tousled which seemed incredibly unfair. He was wearing a pajama set unbuttoned almost half way down his tan chest and over that a handsome silk robe.  His curls were a sexy mess of dark brown hair. 

“It’s late,” he said. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” you said, wiping your mouth. You’d gotten a little over enthusiastic with the water. 

“I thought you said you were studying,” he said, his brow furrowed. Did you sound drunk? Were your cheeks red?

“I was,” you said. You closed the refrigerator and leaned back against it. The cold metal felt good against your shoulder blades.  

“It’s two in the morning,” he said. He sounded more exasperated than anything else. 

“We went for drinks after,” you said. 

“We?” 

He had come across the kitchen to you. 

“Me and the girls from class,” you smiled. You liked it when he got jealous.

“Mhm,” he said. He was looking over your outfit hungrily. He leaned an open palm on the refrigerator beside you. He was so tall that you had to look up at him. 

“A few guys bought us drinks.”

His eyes turned dark. You knew how to push his buttons. 

“I bet they all wanted to go home with you,” he purred. 

You shrugged. 

“I don’t like it when you stay out so late,” he said. His voice was husky and seemed to go straight between your thighs. He brushed your cheek with the back of his hand. “You need your beauty sleep, princesa.”

“I’m not tired,” you said. You only wanted one thing now and it wasn’t sleep. 

“Well, it’s past your bed time,” he grinned. “Let’s go.”

You pouted at him stepping away from the refrigerator, “I bet the guy that bought us drinks wouldn’t make me sleep.” You bit back a smirk when you saw Pedro’s nostrils flare, you were definitely pushing the right buttons.  “He was cute, tall, dark, handsome, like a younger version of you.”

Pedro let out a growl and pushed your back back into the refrigerator, your eyes widened in surprised. You hadn’t expected him to get so hands on so quick, “Oh and what would he do to you princesa instead?”

“Take me to his room and fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before,” you breathed out, your body was burning under his touch.

Pedro’s hand went around your neck and you let out a soft gasp as he tilts your head back. His mouth went to your ear, his nose brushing against the sensitive spot between your ear and neck, “Oh princesa, you’re going to regret teasing me.��

Your thighs clenched and you wanted nothing more than for him to pull up your skirt and take you. He moved his hand away and smirked seeing your chest move up and down, the desire clear on your face. He had gotten control again and now you were in trouble because he wasn’t going to be quick. “Suck,” he commands, and he places two fingers in your mouth.

You moan, wrapping your lips around his fingers. You look at him with those sweet innocent eyes knowing it drives him insane when its his cock and swirl your tongue around them. Your eyes never leave his as you move them in and out of your mouth. You watch his warm brown eyes turn black in desire. “I don’t share princesa, I guess I’ll have to remind you that,” he growls as he grinds his hard cock against you.

You knew he slept commando and the thin material of the pants against your own barely covering skirt had you whimpering, you core was screaming for more friction. You pushed your hips back up against his erection and Pedro grabbed your hip roughly, holding you down. “Uh-uh, you have some sucking up to do,” he tsked in your ear before pulling his fingers out, he pushed your skirt up and let out a choked breath when he saw you weren’t wearing panties.

He looked up at you eyes narrowed, “Where the hell are your panties?”

You smile up at him  innocently, shrugging, “I took them off when I left the club. The lace was bothering me.”

Pedro’s jaw tensed and you felt his fingers graze your wet mound before pulling his hand away, “You’re so wet, such a shame that I’m not going to touch you.” He undid the belt of his robe, “You’ve been very bad today, going to the bar in this little outfit and letting shitty little boys buy you drinks. I bet you planned this didn’t you? Take your panties off because you wanted me to fuck you?”

Your head falls back against the refrigerator whining at his teasing touch. You needed him the way you needed oxygen in that moment. Your intentions had only been to tease you into him fucking you as soon as you got here if he was awake, you didn’t think he was going to end up playing with you like this. “I might have danced with that one guy too,” you say deciding to push him further, “Might have not, just like I may or may have wanted you to fuck me. Or maybe it was him I wanted to? I can’t remember too well.” You looked at him in feign thought.

Pedro glared at you hooking his finger under your chin, “Get on your knees. Now.” You gulped as you looked at his eyes, his dominance was there and you knew you couldn’t resist that tone even if you wanted. You got on your knees, the coldness of the tile floor contrasting the heat of your body,  you looked up at him biting your lip, as your hands went to the waistband of his pajama pants. He gently caressed your cheek and you leaned into his touch, he knew in that moment that you were wrapped around his finger. There would be no more teasing him, no more being difficult and pushing his buttons, that little act was all he needed to know you were submitting to him completely. “Suck princesa, you’re mine and if you want me to fuck you, you’re going to be a good sugar baby and earn it,” his baritone voice orders.

You push down his pajama pants, his hard cock springs out and you lick your lips as you see the precum leaking from the top. You take his hard length into your hand, your other hand going to his hip to brace yourself. You smile up at his and flick your tongue over the head, licking the precum clean off of it. Pedro puts a hand in your hair and you hum appreciatively, you loved the way he taste, the perfect combination of sweet and salt, “You love tasting me don’t you baby, take it princesa. You know you love my cock in that pretty little mouth.”

“Always, yours all yours,” you moan as you take his cock in your mouth, he was too big for you to take completely but it never stopped you from trying. You heard him let out a hiss as your warm mouth covers his cock, feeling it hit the back of your throat as you take as much of him as you can in. You look up at him intently, how you loved to see the way his eyes closed when your mouth was around him. The soft moans he would let out as you bob your head up and down. You pulled your head back to just the tip sucking on it the way you knew drove him insane.

Pedro throws his head back the hand in your hair tightening, “Fuck princesa just like that, show me how much you deserve this cock.” You smile around the head of his cock before taking him back into your mouth. Pedro pulls on your hair guiding the way you bobbed up and down his cock, pushing himself down your throat a little more each time. He stops as he feels the warm muscles of your throat move against it, you gag and he releases his hold as you pull away, spit dribbling down your chin, eyes blown in lust. “You look so beautiful on your knees like that princesa, such a good girl, spit coming down your chin, I bet you’re soaked too aren’t you?”

You nod trying to catch your breath, your core was sensitive and it was taking everything in you to not grind against the floor for friction That’s how lost in lust he had you, you’d do anything for a release but you knew he would only drag out your release if you did. Your hand wraps around his thick length sliding up and down it as your swirl your tongue around the head taking him slowly back in. You moan around his cock, the sound vibrating down his length making him want to pull you away and take you right then and there. He loved how much you loved pleasing him, never had he found someone that enjoyed sucking him off the way you did, the way it would rile you up further. You keep your hand wrapped around his cock as you bob your head, increasing your speed, moving your hand in sync with your mouth to cover what you couldn’t.

Pedro’s hand in your hair tightens again, cursing under his breath, you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer and you whimper as your hand on his hip tightens, the pool between your legs was getting harder to ignore. He pulls on your hair, pulling your mouth off of him, you look up at him pouting. “I need you, now,” Pedro grits out as he pulls you back up. His mouth smashes into yours and you moan wrapping your arms around his neck, meeting his fevered kiss with just as much desire. He grabbed your hips bucking up against you. His tongue slips against yours asking for entrance, you whimper letting his tongue flick against yours.

Your tongues battle and you suck against it, gaining a moan out of him. He pulls back starting to kiss down your neck, sucking on the sensitive spot between your neck and clavicle. “Tell me what you want princesa,” Pedro breathes against your neck.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whine out breathlessly.

Pedro looks at you smugly pushing you against the counter, “Beg me for it baby, tell me how bad you want it.”

Your hands grip the counter as Pedro pushes your skirt up and bends you over it. He grabs his cock giving it a few strokes as he lines it up at your entrance. You suck in a breath, letting it out slowly as you try to push against it. “Fuck Pedro please! I want you to fuck me, I need your cock, please fuck my pussy with your cock,” you plead looking over your shoulder up at him.

Pedro smirks as he runs his cock up and down your wet folds, your grip tightening against the counter, small whimpers leaving your lips, “Pedro…please.”

“Good girl,” he whispers into your ears as he eases his cock inside of you. You gasp out as his thick length fills you, “Look at you taking my cock so good, princesa, you love having me inside you don’t you?”

“Y-yes, you fill me so good,” you whimper out as he pulls out before pushing back into you. Your head falls back against his chest, you found it hard to think as he rocked against you. Pedro was like a drug you could never get enough of, the way he felt pressed deep inside you, the way he’d murmur your name out each time you clenched around him.

He wrapped his hand around your neck, his other hand going down to your clit rubbing it. You cry out his name, feeling the familiar tightening in your stomach, you were so close and he knew it. He picked up his pace, “I bet that guy couldn’t fuck you like this. He wouldn’t have you completely falling apart, look at you, you’re so tight around my cock. Cum for me princesa.”

“Pedro fuck!” you cry out, your knees bucking underneath you as your orgasms rocks through your body, his hand around you neck moves and wraps around your waist. His attack on your clit doesn’t stop, wave after wave hitting you. You

Pedro holds you tightly against him as you tighten around him, “Fuck princesa, I’m going to cum, let me fill you up baby.”

You reach behind you pulling his lips against yours, “Please, I want you to.” You kiss him deeply as his pace starts faltering before you feel his thrusts stop and his mouth moves from lips to your neck. He moans out your name, his voice deep and gruff as he spills inside of you, filling you up. He hides his face in your shoulder, both of you breathing heavy. Pedro slips out of you pulling down your skirt. He turns you around kissing you softly.

You smile against his mouth, “So worth teasing you. Definitely better than any tacky frat boy.”

Pedro chuckles leaning his forehead against yours, “Never forget who makes these knees shake. Next time I won’t be so forgiving.”

He nips your neck and you giggle. “Pedro stopppp,” you whine as he sucks a mark, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips.

“I’m simply marking you darling, so everyone knows you belong to me,” he says as he presses a kiss to the new mark on your shoulder, “Now let’s really get you to bed this time.”

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