#very pleased that you can hardly see nor feel the zipper when it's closed

[avanii]

Handmade Hisuian Typhlosion plush! He measures 70 cm nose to bum (95 cm to tail tip) and is weighted in all paws + knees. Features hand-painted eyes and magnets in each spot. At a later point I will make the faux fur flames that will attach via magnets. A super soft and cuddly plush! Gives extra warm hugs thanks to a removable heat pad made of cherry stones in his belly.

See how I made him here!

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Chosen (Park Seonghwa) Rated

Pairing: Creature! Park Seonghwa × Human! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Sci-Fi/Fantasy AU.

Summary: Symbolizing purity, innocence, and daintiness, the Daughters of Aster had been hand-picked since a young age to be brought up and raised for a very special task: to carry the offspring of the nobility in the kingdom, which just so happens to consist of cold-blooded humanoid creatures. And now that she's become of age, it's Y/N's turn to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.

Word Count: 5.6K

Warnings: Tentai content including tentacle bondage, tentacle sucking, breast play, suction play, breeding kink, penetration with tentacles, multiple orgasms, semi voyeurism, reader is a virgin and Seonghwa is whipped for her, mentions of eggs, and stomach bulges. (It's my first time writing actual tentacle smut so I apologize if it sucks.)

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Gulping harshly as she pressed a hand to open the large, metal gate that guarded the huge mansion, the young woman hesitantly stepped inside the spacious and grim-looking garden. Underestimating the weight of the gate, she softly jolted back when it suddenly slipped out of her grasp and clashed back into place. She winced momentarily when the loud noise seemed to resonate, spooking several of the small critters and ravens that roamed around the small terrain. Glancing back, she half expected an old groundskeeper to swoop out of one of the trees and chastise her reckless behavior. But nothing surrounded the area except the foliage, trees, and rose bushes that added to the beauty of the grand estate.

Gathering back her courage, the quaint young woman took slow and careful steps across the small dirt path that led straight to the front stairs of the mansion. It was a somewhat terrifying architectural design, reminiscent of the old gothic-styled cathedrals from ancient times, not at all fashioned after the pompous and outlandish French designs most of the other members of the aristocracy preferred. The gray stone walls made the place seem cold and distant, the hardly lit windows signaled that it was probably rarely inhabited, and the black ravens perched on the top of the sculpted angel monuments lined up through the staircase only made the sensation feel more haunting and chilly.

Finally, in front of the main entrance, she hesitated as her fingers brushed along the round metal door handle. She felt frozen with fear as she realized there was no returning after all. This was the moment she had been prepared for her entire life. In a few moments, she was about to meet.....

Her master.

Just that thought sent shivers down her spine. She did not wish to ponder too much on the various horror stories she often heard back in the institute, nor imagine what kind of life she would live now as a surrogate to one of...their kind.

In the very moment she lifted her hand once again, she took a jerked back when the door seemingly opened by itself, a young maid looking surprised to see her standing there. Upon inspecting her attire and recognizing the crest that held her dark blue cloak in place, the maid's expression beamed with joy.

"Oh! You must be Miss Y/N correct?"

Nodding her head and affirming it was indeed she, Y/N felt puzzled when the tiny maid practically yanked her inside, albeit not intended to harm her, she simply seemed excited about her presence, which frankly made no sense to her. It was not as if surrogates were treated with kindness let alone respect. When her hands reached up towards her neck, the young woman was quick to stop her.

"Oh please! Let me do that for you."

Although she was not particularly fond of people coming up so close in her personal space, she maintained a calm demeanor whilst the maid removed the long cloak off her frame, delicate hands folding it perfectly and tucking it under her arm.

"I'll have this cleaned and ironed out for you Miss before taking it back to your room. You must be famished after coming here after such a long journey." She paused briefly and examined Y/N's complexion, which seemed rather pale and depleted, making her pout rather sadly at the state their new guest was in.

"If you would like, I can ask the cook to prepare a meal for you. Do tell, what is your favorite dish?"

Y/N waved a dismissive hand at the kind lady's offer.

"Please, do not trouble yourself. I am not the least bit hungry." Indeed, it was not a lie. She was overly anxious and uneasy that she did not believe it to be possible to even fathom stomaching any sort of sustenance at that moment.

"If you do not mind and if it is allowed... I would much prefer to retire for the evening." Y/N humbly requested.

Nodding with the understanding that the new company was weary, the young maid took hold of a golden bell tied around her waist and proceeded to ring it moderately. In mere seconds, a tall sharply dressed gentleman came up and bowed towards her.

"Cedric would you please escort Miss Y/N to her room?"

Gesturing for her to follow, the butler guided her up the flight of stairs into the second story of the house. Passing through a long corridor, Y/N glanced now and then at the outside patio through the windows that overlooked the gardens. They were much larger than what she initially thought, and the longer she looked, the denser the trees seemed to appear. She was so distracted by the scenery that she nearly collided face-first into the poor butler's back had he not spoken up first and made her steps come into a screeching halt.

"This will be your room from now on miss." Producing a string of keys out of his pocket, Cedric unlocked the door and gently pushed it open, stepping inside to make room for Y/N to pass.

Her breath was nearly taken away by the sheer size of the room. It was double the size of the old living space she used to share with 6 other girls back in the institute and was furnished with more than what she'd ever need. The decor too seemed like something more befitting for someone of the family than for someone of her station.

"If there is anything the matter with the decor or should you prefer a different pattern, you may simply speak the word and the Master shall arrange for the room to be modified as you like."

At the mention of the Master, Y/N felt that nerve-racking tingle travels down her body once again.

"Shall you need any assistance, please feel free to ring the bell attached by your bed and one of us will be more than happy to aid you?" Reaching for the door handle, Cedric bid her good night before closing the door to leave her to her thoughts.

Still feeling cold from the long walk, Y/N stepped closer to the fireplace, outstretching her hands in hopes of warming them up. She was grateful that although not expecting her early, they had prepared a nice fire to warm up her room. After getting filled with the heat, Y/N went over to one of the dressers so that she could change into her night attire. Upon opening the many drawers, she was shocked at not finding any of her old clothes, instead, there was an abundance of luxurious clothing which she did not recognize. Storming over to the large wardrobe, she too found that none of her personal belongings had been delivered, they seemed to have all been replaced with new apparel. Knowing that she had no choice, she went back to the first dresser that she had looked in before and rummaged through to find the plainest and simple nightgown she could find. Reaching for the row of buttons training down the middle of her blouse, she undid them one by one with utter care before slipping it off her body, letting the garment fall on the floor. Running the zipper down, her long and flowing skirt joined her blouse, one foot delicately kicking them away for the time being. Standing there in nothing but her undergarments made Y/N suddenly feel apprehensive. She carefully looked around the room again, feeling the strange sensation that someone was watching her. Shaking that thought out of her head, she quickly threw the nightgown over her head and finished dressing. The fabric was soft to the touch and it didn't scratch against her delicate skin, but the most surprising factor was that it fit like a glove on her body. It made her wonder if perhaps they had prepared it in advance or it was merely a coincidence.

Picking up her discarded clothes, she neatly placed them on the table near her, slightly folding them and smoothing them over. Going over to the bed, she pulled back the covers before sliding her body onto the mattress and covering herself. She couldn't help the small blissful sigh coming out of her mouth as her sore limbs welcomed the soft and comfortable bed, the pillow feeling like a fluffy cloud. As she laid there, she began to reminisce about all the events that led up to that very moment, or more specifically, that very morning during the Auctioning.

Hearing the loud applause coming from the other end of the room, Y/N tried to calm her nerves, knowing she was the next one in line to face the crowd. As soon as she took one step forward, she was stopped by none other than the Head of the Institute, who took hold of her wrist and looked at the girl behind her.

"Abigail, you go next. Y/N, you're coming with me."

Without so much as a further explanation, Y/N found herself dragged away from the waiting room where her fellow inmates also looked at each other in confusion at the sudden interruption. Y/N wanted to speak up and ask what was happening, was she not to be auctioned off to one of the many noble families? The old woman of course knew all the questions Y/N had, but she didn't say a word until they were outside in the front of the building, where there was a carriage awaiting her.

"Your personal belongings have already been sent out to your new home. We've received word to have you delivered as soon as possible." Even with that brief explanation, Y/N still didn't understand anything. Noticing her distressed state, the Headmistress sighed softly.

"Y/N, you are not to be auctioned off like the rest of the girls. Someone has already purchased you many months back, but it seems they accidentally forgot it and thus added you to the lineup. Luckily, I managed to find you before you stood up on that platform. Certainly avoided a disaster." The old woman chuckled, yet that did not relieve Y/N's worries.

What did she mean someone had already bought her? Who were they? Where was she sold off to?

Unfortunately, none of those questions were answered, instead, she found herself being pushed inside the carriage and speedily taken away to an unfamiliar side of the country that she had never seen before, away to who knew where until she ended up right in the place she was currently in.

Drowsy and tear-filled eyes eventually closed even whilst remembering the events of the day. Y/N knew she was more than likely lucid dreaming as she slowly drifted off to sleep. She didn't feel fully unaware of her surroundings though, and perhaps it was that skeptical feeling that kept her on edge and guarded against anything around her. It especially came into help when she seemingly felt something stroke her cheek, gliding down to caress the outline of her jaw. At first, she believed it was nothing more than her imagination, but when she felt a thumb running across her bottom lip, she opened her eyes, screaming and sitting up when she saw a dark figure standing right in front of her. He was started himself by her outburst, immediately retracting his hand when he witnessed how agitated his innocent act had made her.

"I'm sorry..... I didn't mean to frighten you." His voice was soothing and low, clearly intended so that she'd calm down.

"Would you mind if I..." His gesture indicated that he wanted permission to come near her again, which she felt like she had no choice but to give.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, the handsome stranger reached out and cupped the sides of her face, moving it slowly to the left and then towards the right, eyes drinking up every detail of her countenance.

"My God, you're even more beautiful than the last time I saw you tending to the gardens in that place."

Hearing those words made Y/N widen her eyes. How did he know about that? Unless...

"Are... Are you my new master?" She couldn't even believe it.

The young man giggled softly.

"If you don't mind, I would much rather prefer if you called me by my name, Seonghwa." He introduced himself. Y/N briefly nodded, but obviously, it wasn't enough for him as he leaned in close, nose nearly bumping into her own.

"Please say it." He urged her to.

"Seonghwa." She breathed out his name, to which he let out a gentle smile as one of his hands moved to tuck some of her hair behind her ear.

"Once again, I apologize for startling you, my dear. I just got impatient and couldn't resist myself. I just had to see you." He confessed before getting up out of her space.

"You must be tired so I'll leave you be now. Get some rest love and I'll see you in the morning."

Y/N expected him to walk towards the same door she had come inside from, but she looked with astonishment as Seonghwa went over towards another door which she had mistakenly assumed to be her bathroom, and opened it up.

"My room adjoins to yours, so if you ever want to come and see me, I'm just a knock away." He fought hard to not laugh at her flustered expression, whispering out another good night before retreating into his chambers.

Y/N released a breath she didn't know she was holding. So far her new master looked...normal? Nothing at all like what she expected from the many tales that roamed back at the institute. Seonghwa was nothing that she expected, exceptionally beautiful, poised, kind, and gallant. But she knew she could not be fooled by his charming manners, after all, none of the members of the aristocracy were actual humans...

And it was only a matter of time before she figured out what sort of monster Seonghwa was.

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Y/N tried to steady her heartbeat as Seonghwa drew closer to her, lips brushing against her own. Although this was the exact moment she had been prepared all her life for, she still felt a tinge of nervousness as she felt Seonghwa's hands clasp around her waist, his body, which was all bare save for the briefs between his thighs, pressing against her own.

"Tell me, my dear has anyone ever kissed you before?" He smiled when she shook her head.

"May I kiss you?" His inquiry sounded so sweet and pure that Y/N didn't think twice about lifting her face and closing her eyes.

Seonghwa's lips were soft, reminding her of the soft petals belonging to the different roses in the gardens outside, precious little buds that she had been granted permission to take care of in the month she had been living with him. He had never once denied her anything and had been very attentive to her every need. And now as he tenderly kissed her, pouring his heart into the loving kiss, Y/N wondered if this is what love felt like, that foreign emotion that she'd often hear spoken about yet always been told it would never be something she or any of the other girls at the Institute would ever experience. She didn't know, but she knew that she enjoyed whatever this was, this feeling of Seonghwa's lips closing over hers, only to pull away and then dive back in, each minute that passed enabling his kissing to become more ardent and passionate. It was truly breathtaking for her, as she'd often find herself gasping for air each time his lips would pull apart from her mouth.

Starting at the corners of her lips, Seonghwa began pressing butterfly kisses down towards her jaw. Y/N's breath hitched, neck tilting back when she felt him nibbling against her skin. It seemed as if he knew exactly where to direct his attention towards, her sharp breaths an indication that she was warming up to his touches. Releasing one hand off her face, he moved it down until his fingers brushed against her collarbone, treading dangerously close to her covered bosoms.

"Now tell me, love has anyone ever touched you here?"

As if on instinct, Y/N arched her back towards his palms when they lightly squeezed at her pillowy mounds, a light, and embarrassed moan being uttered by her for the first time in her life.

"N-no, no one's ever touched me there." Her shy confession made him smirk as he then dropped his hand down to lift her flimsy nightgown.

"What about here? Has anyone touched here?"

Cupping her sex, he found it warm and inviting, his body aching to be inside of her, to fill her up and breed her as he wanted to. He didn't need her to answer, just her mouth going agape and emitting the cutest whimpers he had ever heard was enough of an answer.

"No of course not. You're pure and completely untouched by anyone else....." When she felt his fingers slide across her wettened folds, her hands reached out and gripped against his biceps, using them to keep herself steady as they continued exploring her deepest places. It felt so unusual yet wonderful to have Seonghwa pry open her lips, fingers ever so gradually slipping past her tightness to lodge inside her warm cavern. Once settled, they began moving, pulling themselves out before coming back in. To distract her, Seonghwa stooped down to kiss her once more, it felt more rushed than before, tongue occasionally poking outwards to scrape against the roof of her mouth. As his fingers worked hard to stretch her open and mouth busied in devouring her adorable whines, it was all to prepare her and get her to ease up before he continued with anything. Pulling away with a deep inhale, Seonghwa used his free thumb to wipe away the excess saliva on her bottom lip, breath ghosting over her own.

"Y/N... I'm going to need you to stay calm and not freak out. All right?"

By his tone, Y/N deduced that she was about to figure out just what exactly it was that made him different from her. She could feel him hesitate, looking just as scared as she did the first time she arrived at the estate. Just as she was about to assure him that she was not afraid, she felt something crawl up her legs, it was somewhat slimy and had a couple of ridges along the underside of it. Glancing down, she nearly fell back onto the bed when she witnessed two long tentacles wrapping themselves around her thighs, tearing up part of the silk fabric of her nightgown. Before she could stumble back, another tentacle launched out to wrap around her waist, pulling her forward to help her regain her balance. She breathed heavily, looking visibly shocked as she realized they were coming out of none other than Seonghwa himself. He scanned her face, trying to read her reactions. Scared? Disgusted? Apprehensive? It was rather difficult to make out exactly what she thought about his tendrils holding her steady and tightening around her body. Wanting to test something, he produced two more tentacles, these slightly thinner than the previous ones. They moved closer towards Y/N, who of course, instinctively recoiled from the unusual limbs.

"Don't worry. If I were in your position, I'd be utterly revolted as well." Although he spoke out those words with a dry smile, they held a lot of pain within them and it made Y/N saddened to hear him. Wanting to make up for it, she outstretched her hand towards the nearest tendril, the very limb slightly pulling away when it felt her come near. No doubt Seonghwa was hesitant about having her touch him. Undeterred, Y/N reached out once more, this time the tentacle didn't recoil but subtly leaned into her touch. Ever so slowly, it began to wrap around her arm, looping itself around her wrist, and settling itself on top of her palm. Y/N couldn't resist herself as she softly squeezed at the tender limb, thumb curiously playing around with the tiny suction cups along the underside of it. She couldn't help but giggle when it slightly slithered itself to attach some of the cups onto her palm, applying light pressure that had a rather pleasant feeling. So amused by the bizarre member, she didn't realize that the other thin tentacle had moved until she felt it loop itself on her other arm, the same as the one on her right side. Seonghwa felt relieved when she didn't seem afraid anymore, instead, she now smiled up towards him, fingers gently caressing the smooth surface of his tentacles. Unbeknownst to her, he could feel every touch ministered on them, the tentacles being a part of him, an extension of him. And they were highly sensitive to any sort of contact made with them.

"Can we...can we continue?" There was a slight quiver in his voice that did not go unnoticed by the woman held hostage by his slimy tendrils. Understanding exactly what he was referring to, Y/N nodded, eagerly awaiting to see just how Seonghwa would impregnate her.

Feeling herself lifted off the floor, the tentacles gently laid her down on the bed, detaching themselves momentarily off her body as they began poking around at the semi-ruined fabric of her attire. Grasping at several ends, Y/N gasped astonishingly when they tore off the rest of her dress, discarding the remaining pieces on the floor. Laying there completely naked in front of Seonghwa, who did not hide anything in his stare as they raked her entire body. Feeling self-conscious, Y/N moved to cover herself but the tentacles were faster as they wrapped around her wrists and ankles, holding the first ones above her face while the other ones kept her legs apart, allowing Seonghwa to fully gawk at her wetness. The thought of burying himself deep in her and breeding her made him uncontrollably hard.

Y/N squirmed as several more tentacles sprouted out of Seonghwa's body, making her question just how many he could produce. Two medium-sized ones traveled up her sternum, oozing out some sort of secretion that trickled onto her breasts. The tentacles then latched themselves onto her perky mounds, twisting and pulling at her nipples until they hardened and poked out. They continued to toy around with her boobs, flicking against her sensitive nubs now and then before going back to clamp down and attach their suction cups to her tender skin. Y/N shuddered as she felt them slightly vibrate, adding to the daze-inducing state she was drifting off to.

Just as she was distracted in enjoying the pleasure the two tentacles were giving her, she let out a shriek when she felt another slimy organ come up and flit at her clit. The tentacles around her ankles kept her from closing her thighs, leaving her with no choice but to succumb to the movements made in her delicate button. It felt so surreal, so extraordinary, and she writhed around on the bed as much as she was able to when the tiny end of the tentacle sped up and rubbed faster against her swelling clit, the delicious friction making her mouth water. She wondered if this was the bliss some of the girls back home talked about, the ones who had gone out of their way to break the solemn vow they swore about remaining intact and pure, forcing them out of the Institute as they were no longer considered valuable vessels for future buyers.

"If this is what they enjoyed then, I would have gladly broken my vow too." Y/N mused to herself. But then she remembered had she broken her vow she would have never been able to meet Seonghwa, and she'd grown attached to him in that short period of meeting him.

"No... It's better this way. Having saved my body just for him so he can use it as he pleases. Have me carry his children. Oh, God." She felt herself clench around nothing as she thought about being stuffed by him, carrying his babies. Months before, the idea of carrying the offspring of some humanoid stranger horrified her. Now, it thrilled her and she looked forward to it.

"I'm going to slide a few more inside of you now, ok? It might feel uncomfortable, but I promise I'll make sure you don't feel any pain." Y/N vigorously nodded, the tentacles around her ankles spreading her legs further and bringing them up so her knees were bent.

Two thinner tentacles, even thinner than the ones around her wrists came out and began probing around her hole, stretching it ever so slightly before sliding inside her. Y/N felt them scraping against her tender walls, leaving her flabbergasted at feeling them creep deeper and deeper against her right muscles, stopping once they reached her cervix. Ever so carefully, they position themselves at her opening, prying her cervix open. A dull sting shot up her body, not exactly painful, but it wasn't exactly pleasant to feel. Noticing this, Seonghwa made the tentacles release their hold on her tight rim.

"Perhaps I might need to make use of this after all."

Y/N didn't know exactly what 'this' was, all she felt was the two tentacles lightly thrust inside of her, tips flicking up to tease at her sweet spot. And then she felt it, the tentacles oozed some sort of secretion to coat her inner walls, even moving to spread some of the liquid against the entrance of her womb. The tentacle working on her clit had to momentarily stop when Y/N began spasming, small gasps and moans spilling out her lips, not realizing that she had just had a subtle orgasm, but Seonghwa knew. He felt when her juices covered her walls, causing them to become more slick and wet, an effect produced by the natural pheromones his tentacles had just sprayed inside her, helping her to relax and not feel any more discomfort. Although it would also make her highly sensitive, meaning she would become a sticky and panting mess by the end of it, every stroke or brush inside her body would be heightened considerably. And Seonghwa was rather curious to see how that would play out.

Finally, a rather large and thick tentacle sprung out, heading directly towards her opening. It contracted itself as it skimmed past her entrance, flowing smoothly thanks to the previous tentacles that had worked Y/N's core open and the pheromones he had induced into her. At first, nothing seemed to happen, then Y/N's mouth flew open as she felt the tentacle start expanding, bottoming out inside of her, forcing her stretched-out muscles to widen even more. Unable to resist the urge, she looked down, nearly wheezing as she looked at the tightly nestled tentacle inside of her, pulsing inside her slick covered borders. Just those small pulsing vibrations had her throwing her head back as more liquids seeped out of her. Feeling her arousal coating its skin, it seemed to rile up the large tentacle as it began pushing itself further until it reached the entrance of her cervix.

"Usually humanoids of my kind would place as many eggs can fit inside their surrogate's womb... But I don't wish to overwhelm you with that, especially since it's your first time." With a smug grin, Seonghwa stooped forward and placed a hand on top of her abdomen.

"So let's just try it with two."

The large tentacle began contracting once more, wriggling around as if trying to get something out. Y/N soon felt what it was as a smooth, round, and semi-hard object began pushing itself inside of her. The two smaller tentacles, which were still lodged on the sides of her walls, went back to pry her cervix open, allowing the egg easier access as it traveled through her tunnel and nestling itself inside her womb. Seonghwa watched proudly as her belly swelled up as soon as the egg lodged itself in her, fingers brushing against the oval outline bulging out of her skin.

"So pretty, so beautiful." He praised her, teeth tugging down at his bottom lip as a hidden tentacle had come out to rid him of his last article of clothing, stroking his hardened cock generously, the suction cups paying close attention to his leaking head.

"How are you feeling so far love?" Seonghwa wanted to make sure she was fine before proceeding.

Y/N fluttered her eyes open, soft pants spewing out her mouth.

"Please...more." That was all she could manage to mumble out.

Satisfied by her answer, the massive limb started wriggling once more, popping out another egg that scraped deliciously against the roof of her cave, journeying past her barriers and plopping next to the previous egg, joining it inside her womb. With slight embarrassment, Y/N cried out as another wave of pleasure poured out of her, hands wanting to cover her reddened face at the thought of so easily cumming by the mere thought of Seonghwa's eggs inside her while his tentacle continued throbbing inside her.

"Don't feel ashamed my love. I just so happen to enjoy watching your face contort with pleasure." His admittance only made her more sheepish and flustered.

"We're almost done, love. I just need to fertilize my eggs."

Y/N groaned loudly when the tentacle began moving, thrusting itself in and out, her previous juices seeping out every time it pulled out her body, creating a wet stain on the sheets underneath. Maybe it was her imagination, but Y/N swore she could feel the eggs move inside her, bouncing each time the tentacle pushed back inside her. The tendrils around her ankles and wrists tightened themselves, holding her steady as the tentacle started to plunge itself faster and deeper into her, twitching every so often, a sign it was getting ready to squirt into her womb.

Seonghwa was also enjoying the spectacle, watching closely as he was about to impregnate his darling surrogate, the tentacle wrapped around the shaft matching the movement the larger one was doing. He felt blessed to be able to feel both sensations at once, one being his cock stimulated while his tentacle had to endure Y/N's tightness clench unbearably around his slimy member. It was ecstasy for both of them, their grunts and moans echoing inside Seonghwa's room. Wanting her to experience the maximum pleasure he could offer, the tentacles laid out across her chest went back to their previous task of playing with her nipples, suckling on her tender flesh whilst the one between her legs toyed with her swollen clit. It was all so much for her that Y/N couldn't help it as her third orgasm of the night overtook her, this one more intense and prolonged by the endless amount of attention her body was receiving.

"Seonghwa!" She cried out, tears of over-stimulation brimming at the corners of her eyes.

Hearing her call out to him, Seonghwa himself hissed as the tentacle worked him over the edge, spurts of cum trickling down onto it as well as splattering onto the floor. The tentacle that was now coated with his cum moved towards Y/N's face, lightly tapping on her cheek. Turning to face it, she inhaled sharply and didn't hesitate to allow it to slide past her lips and wiggle inside her mouth. She moaned around the appendage, sucking on it, the sensations flowing back to Seonghwa's cock.

"Oh fuck." He exclaimed, the tentacle pushing itself on the back of her throat while the one between her legs rapidly moved to finish its final task.

Y/N's wailing was partially muffled by the tentacle stuffing her mouth, her body and mind spiraling out of control as she felt thick ropes of warm cum being gushed out of the tentacle and shooting straight into her womb. She could even feel her stomach swelling up even more by just the liquids being poured into her. It was enough to have her crying out once more, a state of euphoria clouding her mind as her 4th high shocked her senses, numbing everything except the feeling of the tentacles around and in her. Seonghwa himself didn't need further stimulation, cumming untouched for the second time when he finally finished breeding her, mouth drawing out long and labored breaths as he started to come down from his high.

Slowly, one by one the tentacles started pulling away from Y/N's body, disappearing back into Seonghwa's body. Both of them groaned deeply when the last tentacle pulled out of her agape hole, some of the leftover cum dribbling out onto the bed. Y/N felt so sore and so full, her hands reaching down to caress her now swollen stomach, surprised at how big it looked. She felt ready to pop at any moment. With utmost care, Seonghwa moved her further into the bed, helping her rest her head against one of the pillows and covering her up with the warm blanket. It wasn't long until she felt his body press up against hers, pulling her as close as was possible as one hand protectively wrapped around her belly.

"Thank you..."

She was so weary after that intense session that she could only mumble a barely audible 'huh?' at his words. Chuckling, Seonghwa pressed a kiss against her cheek.

"Thank you for carrying my babies. You have no idea how happy I am at this moment."

She could only manage to give out a faint smile at his words, fastly falling asleep when she felt him hum a soft tune against her ear.

"I'm so glad I chose you."

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[vintage-story-time]

Mom Gets It On by Kathy Andrews

Chapter 3

"You like Lori Layne, don't you, honey?"

Joey looked up at his mother. He was sitting on the floor of the family

room, reading a comic book. "What makes you think that, Mother?"

Sandy smiled at him, feeling affection for this young son of hers. He

looked so much like his father with his brown, straight hair, his sharp,

almost piercing eyes. He was still small for his age, but she was not

too worried. Rob had not gained height until he was older, then he shot

up almost overnight to his present six-foot-two.

"Mothers can always tell, honey." She smiled at him. "What I want to

know is why you can't find a nice girlfriend your age. Isn't Lori a bit

old for you?"

"I don't go out with girls," he said, wondering what his mother was

getting at. "You won't let me, remember?"

"But if you must like a girl," she said, "why don't you choose one

younger. Lori seems a bit experienced."

"At what?" Joey wanted to know, puzzled. "She's good in school, if

that's what you mean."

"I mean, darling," Sandy said, "that she has boys hanging around her all

the time."

"Sure," her son answered. "She's popular, that's all."

Sandy smirked. "I can guess why."

A faint flush came to Joey's face. "Aw, Mother. Lori isn't that ... I

mean, she don't ... Aw, come on, Mother!"

"Then you understand what I'm talking about?"

Joey blushed a deep pink, burying his face into the comic book. Sandy

had not wanted to embarrass him. This was not the idea she had in mind.

Her plan had not formed completely yet. It was still only a foggy idea

in her head, but since her experience last night she was determined to

try something.

Ever since Rob had gone to the office this morning, she had tried to

come up with some hard and fast way to present her husband and son with

what they desired. But she really did not know Lori, only well enough to

say hello to when she saw the girl. It was odd, she thought, that her

previous feeling of jealousy was gone. All she felt now was the desire

to give her husband and son what they wanted--Lori Layne.

Sandy wished she knew more about the girl. All she knew for certain was

all the boys, and most of the men, were panting for her tight, curvy

little ass. She didn't know if Lori had ever been fucked, what the

teenage girl's sexual desires were. That was an important element in her

vague plan, a most important element. Since her knowledge was limited,

she was going to have to take things as they came up, develop them,

improve upon them.

Another important element was Joey. It was very obvious that he wanted

Lori, but had her son really been with a girl, fucked a girl? He was

awfully young. Well, she thought, young or not, his interest in Lori's

cute ass is plain. But, she also thought, a young boy can easily turn

his interest toward any girl who is available and willing. He might, at

Joey's age, fall head over heels in love with a girl, but if another

came along, waggling her ass in his face, his cock would stand up and

after her he would go. He may still want to fuck the first one, but, in

the meantime, he would fuck whatever girl was handy until he got his hot

little hands on his first love.

Sandy went into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. Taking

it back into the family room, she sat on the couch next to where her son

was leaning. Her knee was against his shoulder. She wasn't exactly sure

what she was going to do, but something was leading her, something that

was so powerful that she found it impossible to disobey her impulse.

There was a thrilling tingle between her thighs as an idea formed in a

vague way, and she gazed at the top of her son's head, her eyes almost

blank, not really seeing him. Her tits were beginning to swell, her

nipples turning into hard, rubbery tips, pressing against her blouse.

Her cunt was bubbling in a hot, liquid way, and the cheeks of her ass

became quite tight.

Hardly thinking, Sandy placed her coffee cup on the end table and

slipped to the floor, sitting next to her son. Her skirt, of course,

came up high on her thighs as she scooted from the cushions. She did not

shove it down. Instead, she drew her knees up, her feet flat on the

floor. She looked over his shoulder at the comic book, and her hand

rested on her son's thigh. She could feel Joey trembling, and she was

amused to know that he realized something was going to happen but was

still puzzled.

"I'm as pretty as Lori," she whispered softly, close to his ear. "Don't

you think I'm as pretty as she is, honey?"

"Sure, Mother," he mumbled.

Sandy stretched one thigh out, running her hand up and down. "My legs

are as smooth and slender as her's, aren't they, Joey?"

"Yeah, I guess," he gulped, afraid to look at his mother.

"You're not looking at them, darling," she said, her voice suddenly

thick. "Look at my legs and see if they are as nice as Lori's."

Joey glanced quickly, then pulled his gaze away. His cock was very hard

inside his pants, and he was trying to conceal this from his mother. But

Sandy saw the way his prick bulged up, and her breathing increased. She

pressed her shoulder against his, her breath hot on her son's neck and

cheek. Although Joey had his knees drawn up, she could see the outline

of his cock through his pants, his prickhead angled toward his chest.

She ran a hand up and down his thigh, then around to his back. She

caressed his thigh, moving her hand slowly toward his ass. Then, holding

her breath as excitement began to rumble through her, she slipped her

fingers through his thighs and brushed along his cock and balls.

Joey didn't move except to tremble. His face was very red now, and Sandy

realized he was gasping, trying to control his breathing so she wouldn't

know how excited he was. She moved the tip of one finger up and down his

cock, feeling the hardness, thrilled at the way his prick throbbed

against her fingertip.

Sandy placed her lips close to her son's flaming ear and whispered in a

throaty voice, "I look as good as Lori, honey. My legs are as pretty as

hers, and you want to know something? I don't tease a boy like she does,

Joey."

She closed her fingers about her son's cock, giving his prick a squeeze.

Her son trembled visibly, and he had stopped breathing. He was not

shocked, nor afraid, only surprised and intensely excited.

"I wouldn't tease a boy, darling," Sandy murmured softly into his ear.

"I don't like girls who tease that way. It isn't good for a boy to get

all hot like that. It can be horribly painful, I understand."

Joey was breathing again, but in a panting way. He stared at the comic

book, his hands shaking so badly the pages rattled. Sandy squeezed his

cock again, then pulled at his zipper. When she pressed his legs out and

down, he did not resist.

Sandy slipped her hand into his pants and very gently felt of his cock.

His prick was very hard and hot, and she pulled his cock out slowly, her

lips kissing at his neck now. Looking down at her son's cock, Sandy

mewled with pleasure. His prick was not as large as his father's, of

course, but his cock was beautiful to her. The prickhead was swollen,

almost a light-blue color, and he was dripping from his piss hole. The

cockshaft was extremely hard, about four inches long.

She ran her fingertip up and down his prick, then over his smooth

cockhead, circling his piss hole. Joey shuddered with intense pleasure,

and when his mother closed her fist around his cock and began to jack up

and down very slowly, he moaned.

"Do you like this, honey?" she whispered. "Does it make you feel good?

Do you think Lori would do this for you? Would she please you this way,

Joey?"

Still flushed, but no longer with embarrassment, Joey watched his

mother's fist pumping on his cock. He had become so excited, and this

felt so good, he couldn't feel embarrassed. His mother's hand on his

cock was tight and hot, hotter, even, than his own fist. He sneaked a

look at her thighs, and thought he could see the crotch of her panties,

but just barely.

Sandy's cunt was burning hotly between her thighs as she stroked her

son's cock. She writhed her ass against the floor, taking her son's hand

and bringing it up, curling his fingers about one swelling tit.

"Feel that, Joey," she whispered. "Feel my tit. It's bigger than Lori's,

isn't it? Would she let you feel her tit this way, honey, or jack you

this way?"

Joey didn't reply because his throat was dry, his lips dry. He licked

them, looking at his mother's thighs from the corner of his eyes shyly.

When she dropped her hand from his, he still cupped her tit. He could

feel her nipple pressing into his palm, making his hand itch.

"She wouldn't do these things with you, Joey," Sandy continued. "There

are many things that she wouldn't do for you because she probably never

heard of them. But me ... I know what makes a boy feel good. I can make

a boy feel real good! I'd do things Lori never dreamed of doing with a

boy!"

She pulled his hand down from her tit, slipped it along her thigh,

finally shoved her son's hand between her thighs. She spread her legs

out and curled his fingers into her bubbling crotch. She pressed Joey's

hand tightly against her pantied cunt, hearing him gasp loudly.

"Doesn't that feel good to you, honey? Isn't it hot between my legs?"

Sandy squeezed his cock harder, and her fist jacked faster. "You can put

your hand inside my panties if you want ... feel me up, darling! I love

it when a boy feels me up! I bet Lori wouldn't let you feel her cunt

like this."

Joey, now so excited he would do anything, slipped his hand of his own

free will to the waistband of his mother's panties. He ran his hand down

inside them, and felt the curling hairs of her cunt. Eagerly now, his

fingers moved downward and slipped along the puffy, wet lips of her

pussy.

"Oooo, Joey!" Sandy whimpered hotly. "That's nice, your hand in my

panties, feeling me up! Play with my cunt, darling! Play with mother's

pussy ... feel my cunt!"

Joey looked into his mother's face for the first time since this started

and saw the sparkling heat in her dark eyes. Her fist was very, very

tight on his cock, jacking him in a way he had never jacked himself. He

felt as if he would come if she kept that up.

"That's right, baby!" Sandy mewled. "My cunt! That is your mother's

pussy you're feeling! Call it anything you want, whatever excites you

best! Call it my cunt, my pussy ... twat ... snatch! Call it anything

you want to call it!"

Joey stammered: "C-c-cunt!"

Sandy laughed with pleasure. "That's it, Joey, cunt! Mother's cunt! It's

a hot cunt, a very hot cunt, baby! My pussy is much hotter than Lori's,

I'd bet. I bet my cunt can do things her little pussy never heard of!"

"Mother," he said, no longer stammering, "can I stick my finger in you?"

Sandy laughed again, a low, husky sound. "You sure can, Joey! You can

stick your finger up my cunt!"

She spread her thighs as wide as she could. Joey moved his hand down,

cupping her hairy pussy. His middle finger pushed against her puffy

cuntlips, then his finger was inside his mother's pussy.

"You're real wet and hot, Mother!" he said, his eyes wide and blazing

with excitement. "You're sure wet!" "That's because I'm so aroused I

want something in me, Joey," she explained. "A cunt gets nice and wet

when a girl wants to fuck!"

"Do you want to fuck, Mother?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

"I love to fuck," she whispered.

"I mean, do you want to fuck me?"

"Would you like to fuck me, Joey?" she asked, a grin of wicked pleasure

on her beautiful face. "Would you enjoy fucking your mother?"

"Can I?" he asked, excitement making his voice tremble. "Can I really

fuck you, Mother? You'll let me put my cock in your cunt and fuck you?

Really? You're not teasing me, are you, Mother?"

"Didn't I tell you I never tease a boy?"

"Gosh!"

Sandy turned loose of his cock and quickly jerked her skirt to her

waist. She sat back up on the couch, her ass hanging over the edge of

the cushions, knees wide. She leaned back, pulling the crotch of her

panties to one side, exposing her hairy pussy to her son's hot eyes. She

ran a finger up and down the side of a puffy cuntlip.

"Come on, Joey," she said, writhing her ass. "Put your prick in me! Put

your sweet cock in my cunt and fuck me! Fuck me good and hard! I love a

hard, fast fucking!"

Joey was on his knees between his mother's thighs, his eyes wide and his

tongue running about his lips. His mother's cunt was the most beautiful

thing he had ever seen in the world, and the sight made his cock jerk up

and down in a way his prick never had before.

Sandy, holding the crotch of her panties far to the side, used her other

hand to take hold of his cock and bring him to her pussy. She could see

his swollen prickhead brush at her hair-rimmed cuntlips, pleasure

shooting through her body, sending her into a shivering delight. She

rubbed his cock up and down her cunt, feeling the smoothness of his

prick against her pussy lips. She smashed his dripping piss hole against

her distended clit, bringing a bubbling coo of ecstasy from her throat.

"Oooo, Joey, Joey!" she gasped. "That feels good, doesn't it! Doesn't my

cunt feel good against your cock? Ohhh, your prick is so hard ... and I

love the feel of your cock smashing my clit this way! Oh, honey, honey,

this is going to be so good, so goddamn good! You're going to love my

cunt, baby! You're going to love mother's hot, wet, hairy cunt ...

fucking that sweet cock of yours!"

Holding the base of her son's cock, Sandy pulled him slowly forward.

"You watch, Joey! Watch your cock go into mother's pussy!"

He gazed down with hot eyes, seeing the head of his prick sink into his

mother's hairy, heated pussy. Sandy stopped for a moment, placing her

hands on his hips. She moved her ass slightly up and down, and more of

his cock entered her cunt.

"See, Joey?" she panted. "See your hard, sweet cock going into mother's

wet pussy? Watch it, honey, watch my cunt suck your sweet cock all the

way inside!"

She pulled at his hips, and Joey's eyes became larger as he saw his cock

sink all the way in. The cunt hairs of his mother's pussy pressed

against his open pants, and he felt as if his cock had been placed

inside some boiling liquid. Her pussy was squeezing his cock, flexing on

his prick the same way her hand had been doing a few minutes earlier.

The feeling sent a tremble of pleasure racing up and down his spine.

Sandy worked at his pants while his cock was buried in her pussy. "I

want your pants down, Joey! I want your pants down! Ohhh, I want to feel

your balls against my ass!"

He helped her, shoving his pants to his thighs. Now he could see his

mother's cunt hair against the base of his cock, mingling with the few

strands he had. Again she held his hips.

"Hold my legs, baby," she instructed. "Hold my legs ... close to my ass!

Hold them, because I'm going to start fucking you!"

Joey knelt between her thighs, feeling them close against his naked

hips. Then his mother began to bounce her hips up and down, and he

watched his cock move in and out of her pussy. He didn't move. He was

afraid to move. He thought if he moved his cock would come out, and he

didn't want that to happen.

Sandy whipped her ass up and down, writhing and wiggling, fucking him,

her cunt sliding back and forth on his cock. She loved the sensation his

cock gave her as her pussy rode his prick.

"Oooo, Joey, Joey!" she wailed, slamming her ass up and down, her hands

gripping his hips. "I'm fucking you, baby! Mother's cunt is fucking the

hell out of your hard, sweet cock! Watch it, honey! Watch my hairy cunt

fuck that nice prick of yours! Ohhh, doesn't this feel good! Doesn't my

hot cunt make your cock feel good? Ahhh, baby, baby ... wonderful! So

fucking wonderful!"

Sandy loved the expression of sheer ecstasy on her son's face. He could

not take his eyes off the way her hairy cunt was fucking his cock. His

eyes were wide, but filmed over with intense pleasure, and his mouth

hung open as he gasped and panted for breath. His fingers were digging

into her hips now, his body almost rigid.

"Do you like this, Joey? Do you like mother's cunt? Doesn't my cunt make

your cock feel good? Can you feel your balls touching my ass? I love it,

baby! I love your balls touching my ass ... your cock up my cunt ...

fucking you! Oh, I love it so fucking much!"

Joey could feel himself close to coming, and he clung to his mother's

hips wildly. She swung them about, up and down and sideways, so fast

that he was afraid his cock would slip out of her before he came. Sandy

understood the expression on his face, and she could feel the way his

cock was throbbing inside her steaming cunt.

"You want to come, darling?" she asked in a puffing voice. "Do you want

to come off?"

"I think I ... I don't think I can stop it, Mother!"

"Don't stop it, baby!" she squealed loudly. "Don't try to stop it! Let

it go ... come! Come in my cunt! Ohhh, I love it when a hard cock is

gushing all that sweet, thick come juice up my cunt! Squirt your come in

me, Joey! Let me feel you coming off in my pussy! Come, honey, come!"

Her hips danced and jerked, bouncing furiously, her twitching cunt

flexing on his cock. She could feel an orgasm boiling away in the pit of

her stomach, and she knew her climax was going to be a fantastic one.

"I'm about to come, too, Joey!" she shouted, swinging her ass about.

"Your cock is about to make me come, too! Ohhh, fuck it, fuck it, fuck

it!"

Joey's body was very rigid, almost board-like. His eyes gleamed

downward, seeing his mother's cunt race up and down his cock, her

panties still pulled to one side. Sandy's fingers dug into his naked

hips as she fucked her pussy wildly on his prick. She was panting in a

labored way now, her body shaking violently.

"Ooooo, there!" she wailed. "I'm doing it, darling! I'm coming! Oh, God,

am I coming! My cunt is exploding ... burning up! I'm coming, Joey! My

pussy is coming! Feel it ... feel mother's cunt ... coming! Hurry, hurry

and come with me, baby! I want your cock shooting off ... squirting up

my hot, hot cunt! Come, Joey ... come in me, in my pussy!"

"Uh, uh!" Joey grunted, his hips arching forward to stab his prick as

deep as he could into his mother's flexing cunt. "I'm coming, Mother!"

he shouted in a tight voice. "I'm coming!"

Sandy, through her convulsions, felt her son's cock swell and lurch

inside her pussy just as her orgasm was ending.

"Oh ... oh ... oh!" she grunted in surprise. "Darling! Joey! Baby! Oh,

I'm going to come ... again! Ohhh, honey, shove harder, deeper! Oh, my

God! I'm coming again! Ohhhh, so good, so fucking good! I'm coming

again, Joey!"

Joey's cock burst, flooding thick come juice into his mother's steaming

cunt. The spasms were so strong, his body shook. Sandy's thighs closed

tightly about his hips, her own hips not pumping now. Her orgasm was so

powerful she could only lie there, her head against the back of the

couch, her pussy gripping his spewing cock by reflex. She shook almost

as badly as her son, and every nerve in her body seemed to be vitally

alive.

"Ooooo ... Ohhhh!" she moaned softly as her orgasm rumbled through her.

"Ahhhh, good! Ohhhh, so fucking good! I love it ... love it so fucking

much! Oh ... oh ... ohhh!"

Joey became very weak, and he slowly slipped from between his mother's

thighs, falling to the floor and sprawling out, his pants at his knees,

his shirt past his waist. When Sandy managed to open her eyes and look

down at her son, she fixed her gaze immediately upon his revealed cock

and balls. His prick glistened with the moisture of his come juice and

the wetness of her cunt. His balls were loose and slack now. There were

perhaps thirty or forty curling hairs at the base of his cock with a bit

of light-colored fuzz.

Slowly, she sat upright, watching his chest move up and down rapidly.

She dropped to her knees near him, reaching for his balls. She cradled

them gently in her palm, then leaned down and kissed them. Joey's eyes

popped wide open, staring down at his mother.

"Mother, what are you doing?"

"Oh, baby," she crooned. "You look so good, lying here with your pants

down, I couldn't help but kiss your sweet balls."

Then, before Joey knew what was going on, Sandy began to quickly run her

tongue about his cock and balls, tasting their combined wetness. She

opened her lips and sucked her son's cock into her mouth, pulling up on

his prick with a strong suction. Then she went down again, sucking on

his cock, her tongue fluttering about his seeping piss hole.

"Gosh!" she heard him grunt.

"Mmmmm!" she whimpered.

"You like doing that, Mother?" she heard Joey ask. "I mean, with your

mouth?"

Sandy sucked off his cock and cupped his prick in her hot hand, looking

into his eyes. Her own eyes shined happily as she nodded her head. "I

love to suck on a cock, darling. Why did you ask? Why don't you just lie

there and enjoy it?"

"I thought ... Gosh, Mother," he said, his face red again. "I mean, the

guys say some girls do that, but I didn't believe it. I thought it was

just a bunch of shi--lies."

Sandy laughed. "It isn't a bunch of shit, Joey," she said softly. "Most

girls will suck a guy's cock off for him. That is, most girls that I

ever knew."

"Then it's true? Girls do suck cocks, Mother?"

"This girl does ... and she loves it!" "I wonder--" Joey started to say,

then stopped. "What do you wonder, darling?" she urged, squeezing his

cock and bails in her palm. "Tell me."

"Mother, do you think Lori will suck a cock?" Sandy stared at her son.

So, she thought, he still wants that teenage cunt. She had just given

her son the first fuck of his young life, fucked him better than any

teenage girl could ... and all he could think of was Lori. For a moment,

she felt jealousy flare inside her again, but the feeling went away

quickly.

"Didn't you enjoy fucking me, Joey?" she asked, turning loose of his

cock and balls. "Wasn't my cunt hot enough for you?"

"I loved it, Mother!" he said. "I really loved it! I've never fucked a

girl before. I was just wondering if Lori did it, that's all."

"Of course Lori fucks, Joey," she said. "With her looks and all those

boys sniffing around her ass, it's obvious she fucks."

"But do you think she would suck a guy's cock, Mother?"

Sandy looked at his young face, seeing the excitement he felt for the

young girl. "Joey," she said slowly and softly. "I would bet my last

dime on it. Lori is sure to be a very good cocksucker."

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13 Days of Christmas (Yoon Jeonghan)

Hi! Not much to say but I hope you enjoyed Erin’s update! And this is one of my favorites that I wrote! I’ll see y’all tomorrow! gif credits to owners!

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“There it is,” you said, gently placing your fingertips against the glass, “Jeonghan’s Christmas present.” It was neither grandiose nor revolutionary but you could guarantee that that record player would light up his face the moment he saw it and it was worth it. You could already picture him buying a table specifically for that and his little collection of records happily on the side. You felt the goosebumps making their way across your body hearing Jeonghan’s vocals as he sang along to his favorite songs. 

Joshua, on the other hand, didn’t look too amazed. “It’s nice…Y/N, it’s really nice, but isn’t the price...a bit much?” He loved his friend, he really did but the thought of spending so much money on him was enough to haunt his daydreams. But then he figured that if ever found someone that would spend as many Christmases with him the way you and Jeonghan did, then maybe he’d understand. After all, you were already dating when he met Jeonghan, but he surprised himself when he saw he got along with you as well, being neighbors and all.

“Joshua...for Jeonghan, too much is never enough.”

“But when was the last time you bought something for yourself?”

You kicked your foot in the air to show him your kicks. “Uh, I bought these four months ago, remember?”

“Yes...I told you to either buy them or I would. You had to justify buying a new pair even though they had a hole on the toe.”

“Not everyone can inherit a family business, Mr. Show Off. Now, are you gonna help me wrap that thing when I get out of work?” You cleaned the prints with the sleeve of your sweater paw, ridding the smudge on the window. You tapped the pocket of the small zipper of your mini backpack, making sure you brought the money with you for the umpteenth time. All your tips and extra cash you had leftover went to the record player. And if the owners had a set schedule, you would’ve bought it and taken it home with you a long time ago. 

“And when are you getting your camera? Don’t you miss taking photos?’

“I can always wait for my next birthday or when I’m not drowning in debt.” You remembered all the unopened film you had at home.

So why are you buying something this expensive for Jeonghan?”

“He deserves it. He’s been working so many hours lately and even though he’s dead tired, he still makes time for me. Honestly, that over there-” you pointed to the antique, “-is nothing to compared to everything he’s done.”

“And you don’t work enough hours?” He had never seen a couple like you and Jeonghan, so young and in love and always putting each other first. It sickened him sometimes and he usually had to be realistic for the both of you. 

“Pfft, I’m pretty sure I’ve been slacking just to make sure I get by. That’s what happens when I decide to get sick..” you mumbled the last of your ranting so he wouldn’t hear you. Getting sick around this time of year hadn’t been an option and it still happened and it made you hate your immune system for making you suffer.

“Why not just move in with Jeonghan already to save costs? You’ve been together long enough.”

“I don’t think we’re ready for that yet,” you admitted. It’s not that the thought hadn’t crossed your mind before; it’s just that there were other things you wanted to do and get on your own before taking that next step.

“Okay so you spend all your money on him...and vice versa, you spend all your free time together, you pretty much spend weeks at each other’s places AND you’ve been together since the dawn of time...but no. Moving in together is too much of a commitment.”

“Oh hush before you make me late for work. Come on. I have annoying customers to attend to. Hopefully, they’ll be generous enough to leave me good tips.”

“‘Tis the season to be jolly,” he raised his coffee cup in a toast and sipped it.

*

“Isn’t she a beaut?” Jeonghan asked Seungcheol on his way to work. He sighed longingly at the Polaroid on display, wanting and wishing so desperately he’d be getting paid today just so could buy you your present right now.

“Very pretty,” he whistled. “I’m sure Y/N will love it.”

He nodded, still remembering the broken-hearted expression you had when you realized that you had forgotten it at the bus stop and he swore he’d buy you another one as soon as he could afford it. “I hope so. Y/N deserves all the good things in this world and I’ll try my hardest to make that happen.”

“You know I keep thinking that maybe one day you’ll realize that you’ll both be happy once you move in together.” 

“We’ve talked about it but we’re not ready for that.”

“So you’re just gonna settle for buying yet another ridiculously expensive present.”

“Y/N needs this. Trust me.”

“And I need someone to help me pay rent because living alone sucks.”

“Didn’t Soonyoung have an opening available?”

“You really want me to have a stroke, huh? Last time he had Seungkwan over at his place...I had to help him scrape noodles off the ceiling.” He frowned. “And Minghao wasn’t pleased about the food stains on his book, so I had to give him my copy.”

“New plan, get into a relationship.”

“Yeah, that’s easy for you to say. You don’t have to worry about all that shit.”

“I got lucky,” Jeonghan shrugged nonchalantly. He turned his attention back to the vintage camera. “That’ll prove it.” He had slowly been saving up for that Polaroid for you, stopping by weekly to give a downpayment, and with this week’s paycheck, you’d surely be getting it tonight.

“Man, you guys are gross,” Seungcheol gagged. “Making me feel lonely with my single ass. Let’s go, Romeo. Otherwise, the only thing you’ll be getting is a pink slip.”

“I really hate Soonyoung,” he grumbled. “He got to be one of Santa’s elves and I’m fucking Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.”

“And I’m a cashier who has to hear sob stories and threats over discounts that aren’t included with the shit they’re buying.” Jeonghan wasn’t sure if the tears were real or not, but he couldn’t blame him either way.

*

You walked out of the bathroom, still wondering how the smell of coffee made its way into your street clothes. You stuffed your uniform into your backpack, grateful to be out earlier than expected but trying not to think about how you were gonna make extra money before the rent. Tips weren’t too bad but you felt a little guilty for hoping for more. You’d find a way to manage; you always did. 

Your coworkers wished you a happy holiday, as well as thanking you for the gifts and then you went next door to wait for Joshua since he texted you that he’d be leaving soon. The secretaries at the law firm didn’t give you a second glance other than greeting you. They were used to seeing you by now so they let you wait there. Luckily, he hardly kept you waiting so you were back out before the door even closed. He chatted about the potential clients and the ones who stuck out to him. You didn’t know how many cups of coffee he drank on the way to the antique store, but he never seemed jittery. But you guessed it went to you since you were buzzing and speeding up and rushing him to get there faster. You finally left him about half a block away to run inside to get someone to help take the record player to the register to pay the owner.

However, when Joshua caught up to you, you were frantically digging through your backpack looking for the small zip-loc that had all your savings for it. “Where is it?” You dumped everything out on the counter, hoping it’d be mixed in with your uniform or your wallet or anywhere else. “Joshua,” I can’t find it.” You tried not to cry, thinking if you went back to the restaurant, it’d be there in your locker, waiting for you. “I’m sorry, can you just keep this on hold for me? I left my money in my locker at work. I’ll be back with it as soon as possible.”

“I’m sorry, but if someone else wants it, we might have to sell it to them,” the owner said apologetically.

“No, please. I have the money. It’s for my boyfriend. That’s his Christmas gift. I’ll be back in an hour, I promise.”

*

“What do you mean I’m not getting paid?” Jeonghan asked his boss in disbelief.

“No, you’re still getting paid...it’s just delayed a couple of days. And that’s my fault for not seeing that I was overdrafted from one of my payments sooner.”

“And all my coworkers?”

“Are in the same position as you. I-It’s out of my hands.”

“Can’t you just give it to me in cash, sir? It’s an emergency.”

“My daughter just deposited everything that we made today. Jeonghan, I’m truly sorry. How else can I make it up to you?”

“It’s fine. Forget it.” The rush of emotions left him conflicted as he drove home. He didn’t have a backup plan for something like this. He just assumed that after work today, he’d be able to buy you your Christmas gift with no problem. He was pissed that it didn’t happen like that. He knew that banks messed up all the time but he couldn’t believe his luck. He promised you the greatest gift in the world, and now would he provide that? He threw your towels in the washer, knowing you’d want to shower after you got back from visiting your friends at Mingyu’s place. He tidied the room a little, looked for your slippers and made sure he had some ramen in case you came home hungry.

He went back out to the living room, car keys in hand, when he laid his eyes on his records...his most prized collection. A lot of them he had been buying since he started earning his money, and some he got for a really good deal. He always promised himself that one day, he’d get himself one just to be able to play his music. And then when you crossed his mind, he pictured you with the Polaroid in your hands as you took the pictures and in one swift movement, picked up the records and headed out.

*

You never understood how Jeonghan managed to tangle himself up in you but you never complained about it. If anything, you welcomed it because it was just something you liked...unless it was scorching hot and his body heat radiated off of him. “Hannie,” you called him softly. “Hannie, wake up.”

“Five more minutes, my love,” he mumbled. “I’m tired.”

“But Hannie, it’s Christmas! I wanna make you breakfast.”

“Stay with meeeeeee.” He sleepily pressed his lips to your cheek, not quite processing your words.

“Come on. You can sleep in the living room.”

“Jagi, can you make me pancakes?”

“Yes, come on. And take your blanket too so you’ll stay warm.”

“Can we stay in our pjs too?”

“Go nuts.”

He didn’t need his blanket because as soon as he turned on the TV, he woke up and flipped through the channels excitedly, looking for anything that hinted at his childhood. He looked under the Christmas tree, only two presents, a sure sign that they’d gotten older. His heart clenched at seeing his gift to you, which now looked like nothing compared to the one you wrapped for him. He didn’t wanna dwell on that. It was Christmas, you were here with him again and it was perfect. Breakfast too. He loved hearing you humming in the kitchen, and making small talk. He met you on the table but you shook your head and went to the living room and sat on the floor. You patted the spot next to you and you watched the movie playing in silence. You looked like you were in a good mood, and he couldn’t complain. And then you mentioned opening presents and he felt the nerves turn icy in his veins.

“Okay. Do you want to open mine first or do you want me to start?” He didn’t give you the chance to speak since he handed you your and he waited.

You took your time unwrapping it, trying to figure out what he could’ve gotten you. “Is this what I think it is?” You finally decided to tear it open, and you tried not to cry. “It’s a...Polaroid,” you said quietly. You could feel the lump in your throat, touched at the fact that he got it for you. “Thank you.” 

“I know it can’t replace your old one, but I know you missed taking photos. Here, why don’t you take one of me while I open yours?”

“I think I’d rather just capture the moment as is.” You leaned closer to him while he unwrapped his, nearly helping him because of your excitement. 

“It’s a record player,” he said in the same voice you just used. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, I know how you’ve been dying for this and it’s what you deserve. Now, why don’t you put one of your favorite albums so I can hear your beautiful voice?”

He surprised you by taking your hands in his. “Y/N, do you know how happy you make me and how I’ll do anything to see you smile?” He kissed your hands when you nodded and continued. “Yesterday, I wasn’t able to get paid, so I had to sell my records to get your Polaroid.” He didn’t need to tell you that he had to stop at several places because many of the owners didn’t offer the prices he needed to buy it for you.

“Jeonghan, why?” he wiped away a tear that had fallen. Your heart broke at his sacrifice and you felt so selfish.

“Because I love you. Now start taking pictures and hang them up everywhere you can. Your photograph...why are you crying? Jagi, please don’t cry. You're more important to me than those. I can always buy more.”

“Jeonghan, I sold all my film to buy you this record player,” you admitted. “I lost the money I saved up for it and they were gonna give it to someone else. You love music so much and it was the first thing I thought of.”

To your surprise, he started laughing so hard his own tears started falling and then it was your turn to wipe them. “Baby, why would you do that for me?”

“Because I love you. More than anything, even my stupid hobby.”

He didn’t know what else to do, so he grabbed your face and placed kisses everywhere he could until he just held you close to him. He rested you close to his heart, content despite everything. “Man, we’re just a couple of fools, aren’t we?” 

You didn’t answer him, the steady beating of his heart matching with yours. You still couldn’t believe that he loved you this much. And you loved him just as much. You’d already known that you were gonna spend the rest of your life with him, but this just solidified any doubts you may have had. 

“Jagi?” He tried again.

“Hmm?”

“I know this is long overdue and we’ve only talked about this a couple of times, but would you just move in with me already? I don’t know if I can handle being apart from you much longer. It doesn’t to be right away-”

“How about after the new year?”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Jeonghan, after what you did for me...how can I say no? Besides, it took us long enough, right?’

“I love you...so fucking much.”

And I love you...just as fucking much,” you said, placing a soft kiss to his lips.

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Coffee and a Wedding (Chapter 11)

Good Morning Ladies, Gentlemen and Children- Kiddos, please leave the room, this IS the smut chapter. I’ve made it to Newark, NJ by the time this is posted and I am tired. At time of writing this- I’ve managed to sleep a whole 2.5 hours on the first plane and am waiting on plane #2. It occurs to me, I haven’t thought at all about getting from the airport to my hotel nor about checking if I can indeed check in early. That’s a problem for 9am me and not 6am me? 3am me? Fucking time zones. 

chapter warnings: Drunk sex, unprotected sex, fingering, slight age kink. 

As this is the smut chapter- per typical, I have formatted it in such a way that if you do not desire to read such material or are not mature enough to do so, the chapter can be skipped as a whole without missing MUCH plot. However, if you’re worried about missing plot- you can read up until the first ~~~~~<3 Line.

Chapter 11

My heart was in my throat and my head fuzzy with alcohol as Clint pulled me toward the exit. I didn’t know where we were going but if I'm honest, Clint could have taken me anywhere in that moment. I would have gone willingly, without question or thought.  

We managed to make it out of the reception room before Clint turned on me. There was a look in his eyes that I had never seen before. A fire in them that threatened to burn me alive. I needed to apologize. I needed to-

Clint’s lips where on mine in an instant and my train of thought was gone. It took everything I had to focus enough to hold onto the glass clutched in my hand. His warm hand settled first on my arm then moved to my waist. He crowded me, shuffled closer and I did nothing to put any distance between us. My free hand wrapped around his neck, fingers indulging in the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck.  

I braced my glass against his arm as he walked me backward. The cool wall was a relief against my hot skin as he pressed into me. As suddenly as it began, he pulled away and put a few short inches between his chest and mine.  

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I got carried away.���  

“I’m not.” I whispered and took a deep drink from my glass, draining half of it. Behind him, I could see a few people milling about. They probably left the reception hall for a breath of quiet and some fresh air. I knew the kiss had been a part of the act, it had to have been. But if he got carried away...

“Are you going to finish that?” He asked.

“Nope.”

Clint snagged the glass out of my hand and downed it in one smooth gulp before the word was even out of my mouth. The second he pulled the glass away from his lips, I replaced it with my own. I devoured the fruity taste of what had been my drink on his lips. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him.  

I was lost in the feeling of him. The smell of him surrounded me. My fingers bunched into the fabric of his suit only to uncurl again. They rubbed along his chest, slipping around his side and up his back.  

“Wine?” He whispered as he pulled back again. His breaths came in pants, matching mine.  

“What?”

“Wine. Would you like some? Room service?”

“We’re leaving the party to go back to the room and drink more?” I pushed his shoulder lightly while I laughed. I was feeling pretty good, all things considered. The drinks I already had were swimming through my system. They mixed with the adrenaline from watching Clint so nobly defending me. More wine would be a dangerous idea.

“Do you want to stay?” Clint asked, leaning down and placing a hot kiss on my neck, right below my ear. His hot breath washed over my neck and down my back.  

“Nope. Order that wine. Let’s go.” It was now or never. This was our last night. It was my last chance. After tonight he would go back to being my boss. It was all or nothing. And I was going for it all.  

~~~~~<3

My back was pushed up against the door as Clint’s lips explored my neck, nipping at the exposed skin and leaving embers behind. I couldn’t think. Every breath I took was full of him. When he managed to get the door open, we almost tumbled to the ground. Instead, he righted our path and we slammed against the entry hall. The pictures on the wall ratted as he kicked the door closed.  

For a moment, we stopped. I eyed him, wondering if now that we were inside, reality would crash back to him. Would he remember I was his employee, so much younger than him and stop? Would I find it in me to give a shit that he was my boss?

“Fucking hell.” He whispered and I felt my stomach drop. This was it. This was that moment. My chance was gone.

“What?” My hands remained where they rested on his chest.  

“You’re so beautiful tonight.” Slowly, he leaned down and kissed my shoulder. His fingers dug into my waist still as he left a trail of kisses toward my neck. “But it’s not surprising, you’re beautiful every night.”

Was it only the alcohol talking? I couldn’t question it as he began to nibble at the base of my neck. I couldn’t think and let’s be real, this was no time for thinking. If I thought, I would worry. And this was the one night I got with him. This was my only chance. This was the only time Clint would be too drunk to care about who I was. It was the only time I’d be too drunk to care about who he was too.

Was it right, what we were doing? What we were about to do? Was it moral? Would we regret it in the morning? Would one of us feel taken advantage of? Both of us?  

Clint’s fingers wrapped around my thighs and he pulled me up and off my feet. I wrapped my legs around him as he held me up. One hand dug into my thigh and the other circled around, wrapping in my hair. He pulled my lips to his and kissed me with renewed fire.

I didn’t care about right or wrong anymore. I didn’t care about tomorrow. Instead I rocked against his body, longing for the feel of him moving against me. He held me as if it was nothing and that was far more of a turn on than I had expected.

We intended to drink wine but he set on on the dresser, pushing the ice bucket and bottle to the ground. The glasses shattered but I only absently registered the sound as Clint bunched the skirt of my dress up my legs. Higher and higher, the fabric gathered.

This was happening and I hadn’t wanted anything as much in my life. My fingers pushed at his blazer, sending it down his shoulders. Clint’s hands left me just long enough to shrug out of it and let it fall to the floor. My fingers found his shirt buttons and undid a few before I changed my mind and directed my attention to his belt.  

I didn’t keep my attention there for long either. Clint’s lips worked at my neck and each time he pressed his hips into me I could feel how turned on he was. My hands sought out his hardness, caressing him through his trousers and drawing a sinful moan from his lips.

His fingers took me up on my unspoken challenge. Creeping up my thigh, he was soon rubbing over my lace covered core. A moment later, he slipped under the thin fabric and I whimpered into his shoulder.

“I want you.” I whimpered.  

“You want me?” Clint mused. “You sure I’m not too old for you?” He teased but his voice was thick and rough, like gravel.  

“I need you.”  

My fingers worked his belt open as his hands pulled at the ribbon at the back of my dress. The silky fabric was easy for him to pull loose. Before I knew it, he was pulling the zipper of my dress down as I was unzipping his pants.  

His cock sprang free as the weight of the belt pulled the pants down his thighs. I wrapped my fingers around him as his slipped inside me. I was shamefully wet but he didn’t seem to mind at all. He was hot in my hand, long and thick and everything I had ever dared to dream for.

“Are you sure?” He asked, fingers slowing against me, inside me.

“Yes. Please.” I begged. “I need you.”

“Need an old man like me?”  

“Please.”

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll take care of you.” He lined the head of his cock up with my entrance, holding my thong to the side. “I’ll take better care of you than any of those boys at your university ever could.”  

He slipped inside with a smooth motion, filling me up as I clung moaning to him. “So good. So big.”

“I’m just getting started.” His words marked the end of the time for talk.  

His lips found mine and our tongues twisted together as he rocked into me. Each thrust came faster, harder than the last. With each impact, my breasts bounced in his face and I couldn’t even find it in me to have the embarrassment I usually would. I’d never been fucked on a dresser and it turns out it was something I didn’t know I needed in my life.

I was on the edge of my orgasm when Clint pulled out of me. I whimpered at the empty feeling as he pulled me from the dresser and turned me around. He growled, “Bend over.” in my ear and I’m not sure where my mind went but I did exactly as he said, without question.  

The top of my dress hung limply a few inches below my breasts and the skirts were bunched over my ass. I could see myself in the mirror with Clint behind me. As he reached up and pulled his tie off his neck, I couldn’t do anything but watch and wait for him to take me. I’d never wanted to be taken in such a way. It was barbaric and harsh. It was everything I didn’t know I wanted and it left me begging for more.  

He grabbed my hips and pulled me back into him, sheathing his cock within me in the process. I gasped and he moaned low over my shoulder. The pace soon became harsh and quick as Clint rammed into me. Each thrust shoved me forward, into the dresser and if not for Clint’s arm circled around my waist, there would certainly be a nasty bruise by morning.  

My eyes were everywhere. I could see the scratches, dents and scuffs on the dresser top. I could see the light reflecting off the mirror. I could see my hair,  gems clinging to messed strands from Clint’s hands. The end of the braid hung over my shoulder and I could see the tie, hardly holding on to the very end of the tail.  

Clint reached up with one hand, cupping my breast in his warm hand as he began to trust harder still. His fingers pinched and rolled my nipple as the hair tie gave up the fight and dropped onto the dresser. He pulled up by the hand on my chest and he hit deeper still.  

He pinched and pulled at the sensitive nub of my nipple as I arched my back and rested my head on his shoulder. My eyelids were heavy and alcohol and pleasure both mixed to cloud my mind. I could see us in the mirror. Clint’s hair was messed from my hands. My breasts bounced and his hand slipped down my stomach and between my legs.  

“How’s that?” His ragged breath was hot in my ear as his fingers slipped between my folds, glancing over my clit. The feel of it drew a high pitched whimper out of me. “You like that?”

“G-good.” It was hard to get the word out, my breath shuddered with every thrust.  

“Just good?” He asked, finger picking up it’s pace. He held me to him with a hand to my breast, cupping it firmly as he rubbed soft circles over my clit. The pace of his thrusting never slowed. “I’m aiming for the best you ever had.”  

“Oh god.” I was dancing on the edge. So close now. So very close.  

“Show you what a man can do.” I’d never been one for dirty talk. I guess that wasn’t exactly true, I just had never encountered it in person before. Reading it in books, seeing it in porn- it always seemed so cheesy. Yet here I was, my own juices sloppy and covering my cunt.  

“Fuck you better than any of those college boys ever could.” There was something in his voice. I couldn’t place it. It was almost a possessive edge to it. That made no sense but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that it was hot as fuck.  

“Oh god.” I whimpered again. My back arched and I wrapped one arm around his neck. Finally I tore my eyes away from the sight of us in the mirror and buried my face in his neck as best I could. I clung to his arm, holding onto the wrist below my breast for dear life.  

“I’ll ruin you.” And he was. He was ruining me so damn good and we’d only started. He couldn’t keep this up for much longer, could he? I mean, every other man I’d been with before couldn’t maintain a pace like this for more than a few minutes and it felt like he could go on forever.  

“So close.”

“Come for me Babe. I want to feel you.” He urged me on with his gravel voice. I went willingly enough. “Look how beautiful you are.”  

I came hard. There was nothing to do but hold on and moan as the world fell away around me. My fingers in his hair tightened into a fist, pulling the strands with them. My thighs shook and my body seized. He moaned, the sound came from deep and low in his chest and I could feel it in mine.  

I thought that was it. I thought it was over. And I would have been satisfied with that. It had been some of the best sex of my life. If I’m honest, rarely did I ever get an orgasm out of sex. Hell, I rarely was this turned on during sex. But Clint was playing my body.

I sagged in his arms as he slowed to a stop. He shifted and found my lips with his. The kiss was long and deep. His tongue probed, twisted with mine. As we kissed, he pulled us slowly away from the dresser. I waited for his cock to soften and slip out of me but it remained firm.

My legs felt like jelly as I tried to walk. He pushed me harshly on the bed, cock finally slipping free. As I slipped my dress off, he toed off his shoes and turned off the lights. The bedside light was all that remained, casting a warm soft glow into the room as I shimmied my dress off. Clint shoved his pants off before climbing over me.  

His cock stood proud still and it was so clear he wasn’t done. I wasn’t sure how I would survive more but at the same time, I craved it. His hand found my hip and pulled at my panties, working them down my legs as I made work of his shirt buttons. It took no time at all for us to be bare. The only thing on our bodies was each other. My hand wrapped around his hard cock.

“How are you still going?” I moaned as his fingers explored, slipping inside me.  

“benefit of experience and age.” He set to work kissing my neck and I was a puddle under him. “I’ll make sure don’t want those boys ever again. I’ll show you what it feels like to be satisfied.”  

Hands and mouths explored as he took me again. We went long into the night, sloppy and hot then slow and sweet. When he was finally finished with me, he slipped to my side and gathered me in his arms. I could feel his pounding heart as his fingers intertwined with mine. I was flush against his side, naked bodies pushed so tight together that it was hard to say where he ended and I had started.  

He was right, I couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else ever again. He was right, I’d never been satisfied like that before. But he was wrong about something, as our alcohol muddled minds slipped slowly into sleep. No one would be able to live up to him not because of how skilled he was but because I loved him. I loved him and this night was all I was going to get. This was it.  

~~~~~<3

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[kylosbrickhousebody]

Ch. 14 of Club Starkiller is up

Read Ch. 14 on AO3 Formatted text available past “Keep reading.” NSFW

Rhea breathes in, breathes out. His shirt—smooth cotton, she thinks idly—represents the only thin layer separating them. For the briefest moment, she wants to touch him: really touch him. She imagines snuggling on his lap, wrapped in a blanket again, cheek pressed against the warm skin of his chest. She thinks of what it must be like to feel skin on skin, to rub hers against his.

A moment later, the fuzzy feeling begins to fade. She’s vaguely aware of it at first, how it slowly recedes as if seeping out of an open vent in her brain. Then the sensation of loss comes faster, like a small quantity of water violently circling a drain before it vanishes altogether.

She stiffens. Then she stills in his arms.

Master Ben steps back, only an inch, and takes her by the shoulders.

She tries to tug away reflexively.

“No.”

It’s all he says, but the word stops her cold. She shivers.

“We’re not done yet.”

Rhea finds that she can’t quite bring herself to speak—nor does it necessarily seem a particularly wise idea—as he snaps his fingers at someone to her right.

“Bring a blanket, one of the cylindrical pillows, and my bag.”

His gaze turns back to her.

“Stay," he orders.

He steps around her, moving over to the bench.

She flushes, little sparks of anger threatening to light something inside her. She remembers who he is now—his arrogance, that unwavering self-assuredness—and cracks her jaw. She doesn’t want to obey. The thought of the crowd behind her keeps her rooted, though, far more than his command does. She thinks too of how hard he spanked her the first time; she’s not trying to put on yet another show for them.

Rhea hears mechanical noises come from behind her, the sounds of metal joints moving and of locks clicking to hold them in place.

The submissive Ben ordered around—a trainee named Uzuru—returns then. Out of the corner of her eye, she watches as he hands Ben a blanket and pillow before gingerly setting a medium leather duffle at the Dom’s feet.

When dismissed, he disappears into the nebulous group of clubgoers as quickly as he appeared.

“Come.”

She almost jumps. Choking down another tempting bout of annoyance at being commanded like a dog, she turns. The blanket has been laid out across the bulk of the bench, now configured differently. Its height has been adjusted; two parallel slabs of padded leather towards one end are now forked, split apart. A spring-loaded bar bridges the gap between them, metal pin keeping the width set in place.

Rhea slides her jaw to one side but nevertheless walks the few feet needed to close the distance.

He looks pointedly at her; his expression all but outright signals that whatever is coming next is non-negotiable.

She slides her jaw back into place, grinds her teeth slightly. Her eyes jump between the duffle—a smooth, rich brown, apparently made with some real craftmanship—and the similarly colored eyes of the Dom.

“Is that how you transport the bodies?”

She can't help but spit it out at him.

His eyes narrow ever so slightly. It's if he’s reading some kind of fine print she can't see.

“Is it always your impulse to make trouble for yourself when you feel nervous?”

She frowns.

A moment passes between them.

“Speak.”

She looks away, then back.

“I… No?”

It comes out sounding defensive; dishonest. It's clear that he knows it too.

“Ah, you do, because then you control part of outcome.” He clicks his tongue dismissively. “Not this time.”

It pisses her off more than if he had just hit her.

“Now you will mount the equipment,” he says, gesturing with an open hand. “Lay on your stomach.”

Rhea looks at her feet. They betray her, ushering her another few steps to the bench. She hooks a leg over, straddles it, keenly aware of how the position exposes her ass. She reaches to place her wrists along the V of the forked section of the bench.

“Wrong direction.”

She blinks, looks up. “Sorry?”

“Wrong direction. Those are for your legs.”

Her eyes must have dilated a little since a small smirk appears at the edge of his lips—lips, she notes, that are too large for a man, too plush, yet somehow look totally correct alongside the rest of his features.

She hesitates.

He doesn’t allow it.

“Now, trainee, or I’ll flip you around and spread your legs myself. Then I’ll have the additional opportunity to reassess whether they should be open wider to me.”

The muscles in her arms flex a little; she moves quickly to slide off the side and re-mount. She grasps each side of the bench, trying to stabilize arms that tremble a little, and stretches out each leg such that each knee finds purchase on either fork of the bench.

She closes her eyes at the slight shame of being on her hands and knees for him, publicly, legs spread apart.

“Good,” he says, walking over. “Down.”

Rhea lowers herself—this time her arms do wobble—until she rests fully flush to the bench. She turns her head so that she lays on her right cheek, preferring not to face the people watching.

Too much.

“The blanket is there so that you didn’t have to lay down onto cold leather. Generous, aren’t I?” He waits a moment, then prompts. “Thank me.”

His voice manages to sound seductive, consuming, even when she hates the words it speaks.

“Thank you, Sir," she says quietly.

“For what.”

“For your thoughtfulness.” 

“Now string both parts together.”

She suppresses the urge to roll her eyes, tamps down the large part of her that wants to respond with obvious annoyance in her voice.

“Thank you, Sir, for your thoughtfulness.”

He seems satisfied.

“You’re so welcome.”

He moves so that he stands right by her left side. A small shiver rolls through her body.

“Hips up.”

She moves slightly so she can look over her shoulder.

He holds the pillow with his left hand at one end of it.

“What?”

“What, Sir. Raise your hips up.”

Rhea grits her teeth together, turns to look straight ahead with resignation, and raises her hips slightly.

Master Ben slides the pillow under her hips, keeping them propped up even when she rests her weight on it.

She locks her jaw down even harder when he walks between her legs and wraps both large hands around her hips, fingers grabbing to keep the pillow in place beneath her. Then he pulls her down the bench several inches, readjusting her as he likes.

It isn’t lost on her that now her hips rest over the last inches of the bench, her cunt just off the edge. All he has to do to expose her clit, to slide inside her, is pull her panties aside.

Fuck.

“Very nice. That will do well, I think.”

He straightens up, back no longer bent somewhere over her.

“Stay still.”

She does as she’s told, unmoving, unwilling to take the risk of whatever he might do if she doesn’t.

The cool leather of a band slides around one ankle. He pulls it tight to her skin, then slides a finger to either side of her ankle, ensuring enough clearance before buckling the strap. He does the same with the other ankle, securing her down.

He repeats this process with bands closing around her thighs; a thicker one closes around her midsection, from above the curve of her ass to her lower stomach.

He secures another band just above her breasts, stretching across and covering her shoulder blades.

Warm hands close around each of her wrists then. He guides them to rest on the very edge of the bench on either side of her head. Then he buckles them down.

She gives a test shove and finds that she can’t move—at all.

“Looks good,” he remarks, self-righteous, on her failure to lift off the surface.

Rhea curses him silently. She flexes her fingers, then her toes, savoring the last bit of free mobility that she has left.

The sound of a zipper draws her attention back to him. He squats near her head, rifles through the bag.

Master Ben pulls a nondescript package out, turns it over in his hands, reads something on the back. Then he holds the plastic up to her, looking between something on her and something on the label.

He seems to decide against whatever it is, returning it to the bag.

He does this again a moment later, again holding the packaging up to her, right near her jaw. He hums once, glances between her and the item one last time.

“This one should fit nicely.”

He tosses it onto the top of the bag, rising to his full height.

Then he leans over her and, gentler than she would have expected, gathers her hair. He collects most of it in his left hand, uses his thumb and forefingers to brush a few strands from her face.

“Thank you.”

She hardly meant to say it: it was just one of those things that came out, this time nearly a whisper.

He hums in acknowledgement, tying her hair into a loose ponytail bun high on the back of her scalp.

She takes a deep breath when he turns back to the bag. Maybe this isn’t so awful after all.

She hears plastic packaging popping, watches then as he tosses the case aside.

When he turns back to her, he’s holding it in his right hand: a ball gag.

“No,” she hears herself say. “No.”

The Dom huffs before squatting again, this time balancing only on the balls of his feet. Strong.

“Rhea, do you get to say no to me?”

She swallows. “Only with my safeword.”

“That’s right. I’ll be giving you something to hold to replace your safeword throughout this scene. We’ll practice that in a minute. Now,” he murmurs, leveling with her, “Beg me to gag you.”

Her eyes go a little wide. “I—”

“Rhea. Beg me to gag you.”

She struggles against the nervous shiver that nearly shakes through her. She swallows hard.

“Please, Sir. Please gag me.”

“Mhm," he hums in response, considering. "Why?”

She gawks at him for a moment.

“Um. Because I keep talking back, Sir.”

“And?”

She resents that she already knows the last part of the answer.

“And because you want to, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He gives her a nod of approval, and though he doesn’t smile, she can tell the approval is genuine. “Open your mouth for me.”

She does, a little hesitant. Initially, she doesn’t open wide enough. The ball, seemingly some kind of rubber, first rests against her teeth. She opens wider, feeling somehow more vulnerable in this act of submission than in having her legs spread, and he slides the ball in so it rests just behind her teeth.

“That looks like the right size,” he murmurs, running a finger over each side of her jaw. “Good.”

He stands for a moment, arches over her, and pulls the strap tight.

The first twinge of true fear shoots through her.

“Push with your tongue.”

He buckles the strap when the ball no longer starts to pop out.

Ben moves to rest on one knee next to her.

She feels herself quiver in the restraints, no longer feeling nearly as confident in her decision to come here let alone agree to be a trainee. She must have been out of her mind, and—and now—

“Shhhh,” he murmurs, softly, only for her ears. “Shhh. I know.”

He swipes a small tear from her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

His touch feels so good, so needed.

He strokes her cheek.

He doesn’t look concerned, doesn’t look sympathetic, but his tone suggests genuine empathy. Understanding.

“There’s nothing you can do wrong like this, Rhea. All the control rests with me now. You know I can take whatever I want, and I will. Rest easy knowing that you’ll do nothing but please me now.”

Some increasingly silent part of her hates that she actually finds comfort in the words—that she finds her powerlessness reassuring, even.

She blinks back the remaining tears.

Master Ben puts two thin, metal bars in her hands.

“These will substitute for your safeword. I want you to use your safeword if you need it. Do this by dropping one or both of the bars.” He pauses. “Show me now that you can.”

She releases them from her grip; each clangs loudly on the floor.

“Good girl.”

He places them back in her hands, closing her palms over them.

“Whether you drop them deliberately or because you're overwhelmed to hold them anymore, everything will stop immediately, and I will check with you verbally. Do you understand me?”

She nods, punctuated by a single sniffle. The last of the tears dry up.

“Good girl. And Rhea, do know that most subs will use their safeword at least once over the course of their tenure in a club like this. There is nothing wrong with using your safeword. It is not a disappointment. I want you to use it if you think you need it. Do not hesitate. In fact, I will punish you after you recover if I think you should have used your safeword and you did not. Do you understand me?”

She nods again.

“Very good.” He looks over her body, completely unrushed, unashamed to gaze at what’s his.

When his eyes find hers again, she shivers at the intimacy of it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, sounding almost reverent. “Especially like this.”

It takes her by surprise.

She blinks.

With that, he stands.

She breathes through her nose, tries not to shake too badly.

This is happening no matter what.

She thought she would have fight in her, thought she would feel at least slightly more in control. Instead, she feels completely stripped.

She can feel her heartbeat in her clit.

“I think we’re ready now.”

[musette22]

Title: Honey, I’m Home

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (M/M)

Rating: E (18+)

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: After two long months, Chris comes back from filming Red Sea Diving Resort in South Africa. Sebastian is waiting for him at home.

A/N: Soooo, a week or so ago we were blessed with those images of Chris looking solid and hot af in the trailer for Red Sea Diving Resort. @rainbowsandcoconut I got a little thirsty discussing how Chris and Seb’s reunion might have played out when he came back from South Africa, and then I was feeling inspired and bam, next thing you know you have another smutty fic. It’s pure PWP, tbh. Hope you guys don’t mind 😉

Warnings: explicit smut, light Dom/sub, dirty talk, slight degradation kink. It’s all in good fun though, folks.

Honey, I’m Home

Sebastian is feeling jittery; nervous and excited low-key aroused all at once, has been from the moment he opened his eyes that morning. Chris is coming home today. After two long months (two and a half, almost) he’s finally seeing his man in the flesh again, instead of through a screen. Don’t get him wrong; he’s grateful facetime exists, so fucking grateful, but it’s hardly the same as feeling Chris’s skin against his, as breathing in his scent, feeling his heartbeat, steady and comforting, against his chest. 

Nor, incidentally, is it the same as getting to suck his perfect dick, which is one of the things, along with getting railed so hard he forgets his own name, he’s had a… hard time going without these past few months.

So yeah, it’s safe to say Sebastian is excited.

He’d wanted to pick Chris up at the airport, too impatient to wait the extra hour it would take for him to make it home from LAX, but since they haven’t gone public as a couple yet, in the end that seemed like a bad idea. So instead, he’s been cooped up at home all day, making sure Chris’s house, to which he has a key, is clean and tidy. He even cooked (or, attempted to cook; he’s never been very culinarily inclined) Chris’s favorite dish, and then spent a good two hours on personal grooming so that he would look and feel his absolute best when his man finally did make it home.

When, at long last, he hears the keys in the front door, his heart starts beating faster, anticipation sending adrenaline coursing through his system. He feels keyed up, ready to pounce as soon as Chris sets foot in the room – and yet, the second the door to the living room opens and Sebastian lays eyes on Chris for the first time in almost three months, his breath catches in his throat and he freezes on the spot, unable to move a muscle.

Chris looks incredible.

The first thing that Sebastian’s eyes are drawn to is Chris’s hair, longer than usual, and lighter too. The sun-kissed strands frame his tanned face, bringing out the strong cut of his jawline, covered, as always, in that goddamn thick beard of his that makes Sebastian crave beard burn in all kinds of inappropriate places. He’s admired it before, of course, through the screen of his phone, but that was nothing compared to the impact this look has in the flesh.

And Chris’s eyes… those gorgeous, blue-green eyes are fixed on him intently, the heated look in them seeming to burn right through the carefully selected layers of clothes Sebastian is wearing. It makes him feel exposed; vulnerable, and so completely, unbearably turned on from one moment to the next that he has to bite his lip to stop from whimpering out loud.

Wordlessly, Chris drops the bag he was still shouldering, takes one, two steps in Sebastian’s direction, eyes firmly fixed on his. When he’s only a few feet away Sebastian realizes, with a sudden, ton-of-bricks kind of impact, why Chris’s presence is hitting him so hard, harder even than he anticipated.

Chris is solid.

Since the last time Sebastian has seen him, he has definitely filled out. But while it looks like he must’ve really enjoyed the local cuisine, he clearly also kept up with his workout routine. Like, really kept up. Mainly heavy lifting, if the way the muscles of his biceps and chest shift under his tight, dark grey t-shirt are anything to go by. Chris has never been a small guy, of course – hell, his incredible physique is one of the things he’s best known for – but where he used to strive for aesthetic form, for perfect definition that made him look like a young, Greek god, now, it’s all power.

He exudes strength, moves like a lion on the prowl, determined and compelling, and Sebastian can’t take his eyes off him.

For a giddy moment, he wonders if Chris could actually bench press him, but then Chris closes the final few feet of distance separating them and they’re face to face and Seb stops thinking altogether. It’s impossible, but Chris seems taller, somehow, like he’s towering over Sebastian, rooting him to the spot just with his gaze and the heat that radiates from his body.

“Hi, baby,” Chris says, his voice deep and dark, and Sebastian feels the vibrations of it all the way down to his core. It makes him shiver. Even that slightest of movements doesn’t escape Chris’s notice, makes that look in his eyes turn that bit more intense as his gaze drops to Sebastian’s mouth, then back up to his eyes again. When Chris lifts a big hand to the side of Sebastian’s face, sliding it into his hair and caressing his cheek with his thumb, Sebastian leans into the touch, sways forward into Chris and presses himself to his front.

God, he’s like a brick wall. Chris doesn’t even budge, even though Seb is pretty much leaning his full weight on him. Sebastian slides his hands up Chris’s abs, less defined now than they were once but all the more robust for it. It’s making something primal inside of Seb want to feel Chris’s solid weight on top of him, holding him down, making sure he stays exactly where Chris wants him.

Chris hums and leans closer, noses at Sebastian’s hair, at his cheek, his neck. It’s almost like he’s sniffing at him, and for a weird and wonderful moment, Seb imagines that Chris is trying to determine if Sebastian’s been good, hasn’t stepped out on him while he was away. He hasn’t, of course, would never – but the thought of Chris wondering, of him feeling jealous, possessive, sets Seb’s skin ablaze, turns his blood to molten lava under his skin.

He tilts his head, baring his neck for Chris’s inspection, and Chris presses his lips to his pulse point. They’re lush as always, soft against his skin, which makes it all the more shocking when he suddenly bites down, sharp and quick. Sebastian’s hands shoot up to Chris’s biceps and he cries out, softly, more from surprise than actual pain – especially since Chris immediately soothes the sting with his tongue, laving over the tender spot until Sebastian can’t hold back the whine that rises up in his throat. Already, he can feel his cock start to chub up inside his jeans, hips stuttering forward of their own accord as he presses his crotch against Chris’s muscled thigh. 

Chris’s left hand grips Seb’s hip, fingers digging into his flesh almost painfully, and then finally, finally, his lips drag over Sebastian’s jawline, slow and sure, until they find his.

The kiss is immediately passionate, deep and needy from the get-go, Chris’s tongue plunging into his mouth while his fingers press into his skull, tugging at his roots. A growling sound escapes Chris as he wraps his left arm around Sebastian’s torso, pulling him to closer, making Seb turn to putty in his hands. He can’t think with Chris pressed against him, all around him, his hands, his mouth, his scent, all working together to overwhelm him.

Slowly, Chris walks them backwards, keeping a firm grip on Sebastian so that he doesn’t stumble, until the backs of his thighs hit something hard and unyielding. The kitchen table. The solid contact makes Sebastian’s mind clear a little, allowing him to pull back, breaking the kiss.

“Chris,” he pants, already breathless with it, peppering kisses to his lips in between words. “Chris, I missed you. Missed you so much, god.”

“Yeah?” Chris stands tall and forbidding, simply lets Sebastian shower him in kisses without making any effort to reciprocate. “And what did you miss most, hmm?” he queries, tilting back his head to look down on Seb. “Was it my company? My conversation?”

He holds Sebastian’s gaze, eyes boring into his. “Or,” he goes on, his voice dropping even lower, “did you miss this?”

Reaching down, he grabs Sebastian’s hand and presses it against his crotch, rubbing his palm firmly along the line of his dick, already hard and heavy inside his pants.

Sebastian whimpers, eyes falling closed. “Fuck,” he breathes.

“Go on,” Chris coaxes, rolling his hips into Sebastian’s hand. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

When Sebastian just squirms, trying to push himself closer, a slow smirk spreads over Chris’s face. “But you can’t, can you?” he drawls. “You miss my cock, pretty baby? Tell me, did you play with yourself while I was away? Used your fingers and your toys, pretend it was me?”

Sebastian moans because yes, yes, that was exactly what he’d done.

Chris hums, nods his head in agreement. “Wasn’t the same though, was it, sweetheart? Not quite like the real thing. Couldn’t quite hit the spot like I can.”

Letting go of Sebastian’s hand, Chris deftly flicks open the button on Seb’s pants and pulls down the zipper, before unceremoniously shoving his hands down the back of his jeans. Sebastian, who figured their reunion would go something like this, isn’t wearing any underwear, and Chris groans as soon as he realizes. He grabs Sebastian’s ass cheeks with both hands, kneading them roughly, possessively, before pulling them apart. When he rubs the pad of his thumb over the tight pucker of Seb’s asshole, Seb stutters out a shaky breath, pushing his ass back into Chris’s firm grip, his warm, calloused hands.

“Please,” Sebastian says, imploring. “Please, Chris, I need–”

“What?” Chris demands. “What do you need, Sebastian? Tell me.”

Sebastian has no choice but to obey. “Fuck me,” he chokes out, a little desperate, too wound up to even try at playing it cool. “Just fuck me, Chris, please. Need to feel you inside me, it’s been so fucking long.”

He pushes his face into the crook of Chris’s neck, breathing in his scent – a little musky, a hint of sweat from travelling mixed with what’s left of his cologne, and god, has he missed that smell. Missed it all day, every day, but especially when he was in bed at night, imagining traces of Chris’s scent still lingered on his sheets.

The next moment, Sebastian yelps as Chris spins him around without warning, a hand on the back of his neck pushing him down, bending him down over the kitchen table. He gasps when his cheek presses against the hardwood of the tabletop, and all his blood rushes south in an instant, his dick suddenly so hard it hurts. Fuck.

“Stay there,” Chris orders, giving the back of Seb’s neck a little shake before releasing him.

Sebastian does as he’s told, hands gripping at the table’s edge as he watches Chris walk into his line of sight, towards the kitchen counter. Chris pulls open the third drawer from the top, rummages around for a second before straightening and turning back to Seb. In his hand is the bottle of lube he’d put there the last time they had sex in the kitchen, two nights before Chris left for South Africa.

“Well, well,” Chris says, his voice halfway between amused and a little menacing, causing shivers of anticipation to run down Sebastian’s spine. "And why is this still here, Sebastian?”

When Seb doesn’t reply, just bites his lip as he gazes up at him, Chris steps closer. “What?” he asks. “You just wanna make sure you had it handy for whoever came through that door? Is that how needy you are, Sebastian?” Chris cocks his head at him. “You couldn't even wait for me to come home and fuck you? Had to get what you needed from other people, did you?”

Seb opens his mouth to reply, but Chris shushes him, walking back around to stand behind him again and dropping the lube to the table. Hands tug at Sebastian’s waistband, and then Chris roughly pulls down his jeans to halfway down his thighs, exposing his ass. Without preamble, Chris spreads apart his cheeks, his thumb rubbing maddening little circles over his hole, teasing, making Seb want, before he finally pushes the tip inside. It slides in easily, even without lube – courtesy of Sebastian taking the liberty of preparing himself just a little bit, before Chris arrived.

“Would you look at that,” Chris murmurs, pushing his thumb in deeper. “Still loose from the last one, I bet. Such a needy little hole, ready to be filled by anyone, huh? Don’t care who it is, as long as you get a cock in you.”

Sebastian shakes his head frantically, pleads, “No, no, Chris, it’s just you, only you I promise,” but Chris silences him with a sharp smack to his ass. The sting of it takes Sebastian by surprise and he cries out, rocking forward, trying to get a little friction on his dick from pressing against the table’s edge.

“See, I don’t think I believe you,” Chris continues, almost taunting. “Pretty little slut like you needs it at least twice a day, isn't that right? Needs to be fucked good and proper on the regular or he can’t think straight.” He spanks Sebastian again, on the other cheek this time, and Seb can feel the heat of it, the blood rushing to the surface at the impact.

“Please, Chris, please.”

“Look at you,” Chris breathes, awed despite himself. “You need it so bad, don’t you? Pushing your ass out at me, begging me to fuck you. You’re like a bitch in heat, Sebastian.”

Shit. Chris’s words make Sebastian whine, high in his throat.

They don’t often do this, don’t always take it quite so far with the name calling, but when the mood strikes them, it sometimes just works. From the moment Chris had set foot through that door, Sebastian knew what kind of night it was going to be and he is there for it. He knows that everything Chris says is just for play, only intended to get them both hot and turned on. There is no malicious intent, no genuine distrust or jealousy, but just the suggestion of it is enough to make Sebastian so fucking hard, makes him feel dirty in a good kind of way when Chris calls him out on just how much Sebastian needs a good dicking.

And besides, it’s true. He needs it so bad sometimes it’s all he can think about. It’s a good thing Chris always knows how to give him exactly what he needs, or he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. Then again, he’s pretty sure the reason he needs it so bad is because Chris always gives him what he needs. He’s been spoiled for everyone else, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Well?” Chris prompts, pressing his still clothed erection against Sebastian’s bare ass, fingers digging into either side of his hips. “Do you need it, or don’t you?”

Sebastian’s response is instinctive, immediate. “Yes,” he begs, “yeah, I need it, need your cock, Chris. Please, just – just put it in me.” 

Chris shrugs. “Alright, then,” he says, followed by the tell-tale sound of his zipper, the rustle of fabric as he pushes down his pants far enough to take out his cock. “Wouldn’t want to deny my baby boy what he needs.”

A moment later, two big, slicked up fingers probe at Seb’s hole, pushing in unceremoniously. Sebastian gasps as Chris twists his fingers, pushing in deep and rubbing him on the inside. It feels almost clinical, almost as if he’s just determining whether he’s loose enough, and somehow, that only adds to the thrill. When a third finger is pushed in alongside the other two, Sebastian hisses. It stings, but it’s exactly the kind of sting he likes, and he needs more of it. He doesn’t want Chris to go easy on him tonight, he needs to really feel it.

“Fucking come on, Chris. Just give it to me, already,” he says, demanding, earning himself another spank for his back talking.

“I’ll give it to you when I’m good and ready,” Chris chastises him, but he’s already pulling out his fingers, lining up his cock and then pushing into him, hard and unyielding, burying himself balls-deep inside of Seb in one, long stroke.

Unbidden, Sebastian lets out a string of expletives, moaning loud and wanton, the burn intensifying as his hole is stretched around Chris’s considerable girth. Chris spanks him again, then leans forward and brings a hand to his face, shoving a few of his fingers into Sebastian’s mouth, effectively shutting him up.

“You always run your mouth like that?” he demands, knowing full well Seb can’t respond. “You know, I can think of a better use of that pretty mouth, baby. But since my cock’s already in your tight little ass right now, you’re just going to have to make do with these.”

Sebastian moans around Chris’s fingers, tonguing them, sucking hard and fervently wishing it was Chris’s dick instead. When Chris starts thrusting, hard and deep and merciless, Seb’s mouth falls open in a broken-off moan, fingers falling from his mouth. Chris pulls back his hand, straightening up and grabbing Seb’s hips again instead, holding him steady as he starts to pound into him. Sebastian pushes himself up onto his elbows on the table top, planting his feet more firmly on the ground so that he has a little more leverage against Chris’s full-body assault and pushes back against him, desperate to feel him deeper.

Immediately, Chris pushes him back down with a hand between his shoulder blades, the warmth of his palm burning through Seb’s thin shirt. He’s ungentle about it, holding him down forcefully, and Sebastian pushes back, struggling just enough to see how Chris will react. Under his breath, Chris calls him a brat before he shoves him down again, even more roughly this time, really bearing his weight down on him as his hips keep snapping forward. Sebastian hears himself make an embarrassing, involuntary sound in the back of his throat, but god, he fucking loves the feeling of not being able to move unless Chris lets him. Loves knowing that Chris is capable of holding him down easily, making him take it like he’s doing right now.

Chris rucks up Sebastian’s t-shirt, bunching it up under his armpits to expose his bare back. For a moment, Seb gets to revel in the cooler air that hits his overheated skin, and then Chris firmly runs both his hands up and down his back, from his shoulder blades all the way down to the swell of his ass. He digs his fingers in, giving the firm flesh a squeeze before pulling his cheeks apart as he keeps on fucking into him, setting a punishing rhythm. By now, the burn has given way to that feeling of fullness that Sebastian craves so much, and for the first time in months, he feels like he’s whole again, like his missing piece has been slotted back into place and everything is going to be alright. Chris will take care of him, will always have his back – quite literally, in this case.

Nevertheless, Sebastian wouldn’t be Sebastian if he didn’t try to push for more. Chris would expect nothing less from him.

“Harder,” he pants. “C’mon, give it to me harder.” Just like he expected, Chris spanks him again for his impertinence, and despite the fact that his ass is on fire, Seb is elated.

“Please,” he tries, entreating now. “Please, Chris.”

“God, you’re a greedy boy, aren’t you?” Chris growls, bending over him to whisper his next words directly into his ear. “Nothing’s ever enough for a dirty little whore like you.”

Sebastian moans, eyes rolling back into his skull, while Chris buries a hand in his hair and pulls. Automatically, Seb arches up, trying to alleviate the sting, but with Chris’s other hand firmly pushing down on his ass, still, there’s not much he can do. Then, Chris changes the angle of his thrusts just a little bit and suddenly Sebastian is seeing stars, white-hot bursts of pleasure radiating out from his loins through his entire body.

He shouts, and when Chris punches forward and nails Sebastian’s prostate once again, Seb realizes he’s done for. Chris is like a pitbull when he gets like this; when he sets his sights on something, relentlessly pursuing his goal and not giving up until he gets what he wants. And what he wants right now, Sebastian knows, is for Seb to come untouched – just from Chris’s perfect dick in his ass, hitting the spot over and over again until he breaks. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s fucking special. Chris adores it, loves that he can make his baby boy come just by dicking him down so good. It’s a primal thing, Sebastian’s pretty sure.

Still, it’s intense, and when the pleasure that swells up inside him starts getting almost too much to bear, keeping him on the brink without the easy release brought about by a hand or a mouth, Sebastian needs to come so badly that he tries to snake a hand between his stomach and the table top, inching towards his own dick.

He should’ve known that Chris was never going to let him.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart,” Chris says in a rough voice, yanking Seb’s hand back up and grabbing his other one as well for good measure, keeping Sebastian’s wrists locked behind his back in one large hand of his own. The scratch of the fabric of Chris’s jeans against Seb’s bare ass, sore from the spanking he received, stings every time Chris thrusts into him – but really, the pain just serves to make the pleasure that much more intense, balancing him on the knife’s edge of just enough and too much.

Chris is really laying into him now, using all of that incredible, weight-honed core strength of his to fuck Sebastian the way he craves to be fucked, and Sebastian starts to whimper, needing to come so badly he can taste it in his mouth. He just needs that little bit more…

As if he can read his mind, Chris pushes a hand up Seb’s spine, skating over the back of his neck before sliding it around his throat, and, oh fuck.

Slowly, deliberately, Chris’s fingers tighten, pressing down lightly on his windpipe, and Sebastian keens. “More,” he rasps, and Chris obliges, pressing down harder, virtually cutting off Seb’s air supply while his thumb digs into his pulse point.

With a choked-off cry, Sebastian goes tense all over, mind whiting out from the combination of struggling for air and Chris slamming into his prostate relentlessly, and then he’s coming, coming so hard the world disappears around him, knowing nothing but the mind-blowing pleasure that consumes him, wave after wave of it as Chris fucks him through his orgasm, in pursuit of his own. It doesn’t take long, with Seb clenching around his dick like a vice, until Chris is groaning, burying himself inside Sebastian one last time before stilling, filling him up with his release.  

Even with his stamina, it takes Chris a little while to recover. In the silence that follows their climax, Sebastian can feel him pressed against his back, heart racing and breathing hard. Seb doesn’t mind – on the contrary. He can’t think of anywhere he’d rather be than draped over Chris’s kitchen table, with Chris inside and on top of him, his solid weight a comforting presence, assuring him that he’s really back, really here to stay – at least for a little while.

Chris stirs eventually, brings up a hand and buries it in Seb's hair again. Tugging lightly, he pulls his head around so he can kiss him over his shoulder. It's an inelegant angle, meaning they mostly end up licking into each other’s mouths without finesse, and Chris’s hair falls into his eyes, tickling the bridge of his nose. Sebastian’s not complaining though; he’s just so fucking glad to taste Chris again. He moans in relief as Chris scrapes his fingers gently over his scalp, massaging out the tenderness caused by the earlier hair pulling.

Chris finally pulls back, quickly reaching for a cloth on the side of the counter to wipe Sebastian clean. Once he’s helped Sebastian up, he spins him around in his arms, gazing down at him. There’s pure adoration on his features, and Seb lifts up a hand to Chris’s forehead to brush aside a strand of his hair, longer now than his own. It’s a strange sensation, but he kind of likes it.

“Welcome home, honey," Seb murmurs, still sounding a little dazed. They look at each other for a few moments – until Chris suddenly lets out a half-snort. There’s a beat of silence, and then Sebastian’s eyes widen, right before he dissolves into giggles. Within seconds, they’re both laughing so hard they collapse, half naked and filthy, on the kitchen floor together, all tangled up in each other. It’s ridiculous, and it’s the happiest, freest Sebastian can remember feeling in a long while.

When they’ve finally calmed down a bit, Chris sits up, resting his back against a table leg, with Sebastian curled up between his thighs. Seb leans into his wide, sturdy chest, and Chris wraps his arms around him, burying his nose in Seb’s hair, breathing in deeply.

“I missed you too, baby,” he says, belatedly, his voice warm and soft and loving now that they’ve gotten their basest instincts somewhat under control.

Seb smiles against Chris’s collarbone. “I kind of figured that.”

“Damn. What gave me away?” Chris asks, straight-faced, and Sebastian dissolve into giggles once more. 

Man, it’s good to be home.

[lavishedinjimin]

At the end of the day - ksj

↳ pairing: seokjin x reader ↳ genre: angst, fluff, minimum smut ↳ word count: 4.3k ↳ warnings: arrangedmarriage!au — synopsis:  You were not a fan of marrying someone you hardly know about, and you just want to be like everyone else and do what you want to do. But exactly not the case. Since birth, you were already arranged to marry this man called Seokjin. You thought that he didn’t have any interest in marrying you too at all, but you assumed wrong. 

a/n: links aren’t working here, please go to my description to see more of my works.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” you say panicking, being that the time was already 6:00 in the afternoon and you were supposed to get ready thirty minutes ago. You threw your book away (which was the main cause of your disruption) and proceeded to find any presentable clothing.

“Y/n,” a loud knock on the door interrupted your endless search for appropriate clothes as you whipped your head back, “Y/n, let me in.” It was your father. You mumbled a curse word as you stood up, nervousness running through you as you opened the door. You expected to see your father in rage when he would see you still in pajama shorts and a knitted sweater. And that was exactly his reaction.

“Y/n?” he looked at your state up and down, making you lower your head, “didn’t I told you to be dressed at six? Look at you! You still haven’t done anything to yourself yet!” he threw his hands up in the air. You wanted to roll your eyes so bad, but you prevented yourself from doing it. “What were you even doing?”

“I was reading a book –“

“Well, that book can wait! Y/n, but these people downstairs won't.”

Well, if you would just leave me alone instead of further scolding me then I’ll come down faster.

“I’m sorry, father. I’ll go and get dressed.”

He didn’t say anything further and turned his back to you, closing the door behind him loudly. You sighed, tipping your head back. You quietly made your way back to your closet in a rush and continued to search for an apt dress for tonight’s dinner.

The Kims were coming over, and that means that you were about to see Seokjin again. Your family was the wealthiest in the city, making you, their only child, very privileged. The Kims, on the other hand, owned the majority of the companies in Seoul. Their parents have known each other for years now, and they attended the same college together. And because of the two families’ bond, they have arranged that their first son and daughter would be married eventually when they reach the age before thirty.

You were very opposed to this deal because back then, you didn’t know who this ‘Seokjin’ man was. You only knew that he was twenty-eight, and owned a marketing company. You were not a fan of marrying someone you hardly know about, especially in this very modern world where people are finally opening their eyes and being more open-minded. You just want to be like everyone else and do what you want to do. But that’s not the case, apparently.

You and Seokjin have never hung out, alone, at least. You’ve only talked to him whenever they plan a dinner like this, or during celebrations. You have never had the gut to come up and have a conversation with him, mainly because he appears very intimidating. He’d always wear clean black suits and his hair always styled neatly. Something in his gaze constantly daunted you slightly, and you wished you could change that.

“At last,” you breathed out, finally choosing a red fitted cocktail dress that you never wore. You decided to give it a chance from all of your thousand dresses and wear it for tonight’s occasion. You stripped down from your clothes and slipped on the dress. You groaned in frustration when you couldn’t reach the zipper on your back, walking towards the full-length mirror and trying to reach your hand on the zip. Hearing another knock, you groaned loudly this time. You walked to the door – quite annoyed – and opened the door abruptly.

“Dad, I told–oh.”

You expected your dad to be on the other side of your room, but you were wrong. Your eyes went wide when you saw Seokjin, not even surprised as he fixed his suit’s cuff. “Your dad wants me to check up on you,” he stated, eyeing you up and down. You noticed how his eyebrows creased when he saw the state of your dress, still unzipped.

“Yeah, well, tell him that I’d be there in about ten minutes,” you replied, trying to reach the zipper once more – and of course, failing to do so, making you sigh in frustration. You noticed how the corners of his lips curved up, smirking at you. “Let me help you,” his voice suddenly turned an octave lower.  

“Oh, no, no,” you smiled kindly at him, waving your hands in front of you, “no need, really. I can do it.”

Seokjin suddenly took a step forward and invited himself inside the room as he closed the door behind him. You were also suddenly not breathing. “Come here,” he placed both of his hands on your shoulders and turned you around so your back was facing him, “let me.”

Gulping, you obeyed and moved your hair to one side. You can feel his fingertips graze your back as he zipped up the dress. You sensed his breath hit your skin, making you feel a little tingly.  “There,” he said almost in a whisper. You turned around to face him and you were surprised when his face fell expressionless. “I’ll be going downstairs,” he plainly said, turning his heel away from you, “Hurry up, Y/n, okay?” he looked at you for a single second before he went out of your room and closed the door like nothing happened.

“What the hell was that,” you tilted your head to the side in confusion until you decided to throw any more thoughts at the back of your head and decided to finish dressing up.

You paired your outfit with a simple three-inched heel, threw your hair into a high ponytail and applied a good amount of makeup. Once you were satisfied with your look, you finally made your way out of your room and downstairs to the dining area.

~

“Y/n!” Seokjin’s mom, Hayoon, was the first one to greet you with a hug, planting a gentle kiss on your cheek. “You’re finally here,” You looked down in embarrassment, “Yes, I’m sorry I took too long. I forgot the time.”

“As she always does,” you heard your mom say from the dining table where everyone was seated, including Seokjin – who had his eyes on you intensely. A blush crept up your cheeks and you looked away from his as fast as you can.

“Go and sit beside Jin, dear.” Hayoon pointed to the vacant seat beside Seokjin and you chewed on your bottom lip nervously. He quickly stood up and as you were walking towards him, he pulled your chair back to make more space for you to sit. Everyone around the table made a satisfied sound, obviously pleased at Seokjin’s actions. You turned to look at him and smiled, “Thank you,”

You felt a pang in your chest when he didn’t reply, nor didn’t give any reaction. He simply sat back down and fixed his suit.

“So, Y/n,” Your father starts, looking at you across the table. “Have you and Jin planned about anything about the wedding yet?”

You looked down, looking at the expensive ring on your left hand. You toyed with it for a second before speaking up, “Not much, actually…w-we’ve been, uh,” you struggled to find an excuse, stuttering. Seokjin finally decides to talk next to you, “Actually, we have been circling around towards the Banyan Tree Club and Spa here in Seoul. We’re looking for other venues too.”

You creased your eyebrows at him in confusion, but he looked at you with a knowing look and you went with his flow. “Y-yeah,”

Both of your parents looked at each other with all smiles, “That’s good,” his father said, “if the both of you settles on Banyan, I actually know a couple of people who work there and we can get in touch with them,” his wife puts a hand on his forearm, making him smile and add; “only if you both want it there.”

“Oh, I’m sure I and Y/n will settle on a venue soon, don’t worry.”

Everyone around the table nods and closes the conversation. The housemaids were starting to come in with all of the food, arranging them delicately and neatly on the table like they were told to do so. While in the process, you couldn’t help but sneak a few glances towards Seokjin. He was just sitting there with his hands on his lap, and you could notice how he was clenching his jaw every now and then. He seemed uninterested with you – which somehow made you upset. You thought that tonight would be the night where he’d finally talk to you seriously about the arrangement, and in some way would take his time to personally get to know you.

But that wasn’t the case, apparently.

He acts differently than he is with other people. You once saw him hanging out with six of his friends at a party, and he was always laughs and smiles. But every time you’d appear in his vision his mood would change in a click. He’d look at you over the rim of his glass of alcohol, analyzing you, and it looked like he was questioning your presence. It stresses you out sometimes, are you really going to marry this man?

~

The dinner was finished, and it was exactly seven. You were following Seokjin towards the balcony on the second floor, the sounds of his shoe tapping against the marble floor was the only sound around the both of you. You admired his features from the back, his broad shoulders really complimenting his whole figure. The way he walks like he owns the place – you couldn’t help but he actually is very stunning.

“Still following me, huh?” he said without looking back, opening the doors. The fresh air hits your skin and you close your eyes involuntary. “Yeah,” you whispered.

Seokjin, on the other hand, bit on the insides of his cheek. He went here to get some alone time and to think, he didn’t necessarily want for her to join him. He takes a sit on the couch that was located at the corner, making himself comfortable as he lifts one of his foot up on his right knee.

He turned his head to you, scoffing as he sees what you were doing. “Don’t scoff at me like that, I just love how the air feels like against my skin,” Seokjin raises both of his eyebrows at you, smirking, “How poetic.”

Rolling your eyes, you found the courage to step closer to him with a kind smile, hoping that he’d give one back to you. “Can I sit beside you?”

He looked away for a moment, biting on the inside of his cheek before replying, “Sure.”

“Wow, it really looks like you don’t like me at all,” you mumbled more to yourself as you took a seat, but he heard what you said. Seokjin removes his blazer and sets it down on the armrest beside him. “It’s nothing like that,”

“Well, it seems like it.”

He converts his gaze on you, trailing his eyes from your face down to your bare legs. What he did made you feel bare and little and your heart beats faster than usual.

“Come closer,”

“What?”

“Come closer to me, Y/n,” he repeats as a slight smirk formed his lips.

The way he said those words sounded so strict but had a tinge of playfulness in it that you couldn’t describe. You gulped and obeyed, and now your side was slightly pressing against his. He moves his right arm around you but places it on top of the couch, just above your head. You sit still, breathing quite cautiously.

“I don’t hate you at all, Y/n,” he speaks without looking at you, “I’m still just trying to wrap my head around everything, you know?”

Looking down, you started to play with your fingers, “I mean, me too, Seokjin. But I would’ve appreciated it more if you could’ve just, I don’t know, like – talk it out with me?” This time he looks at you and he scoffs, “Would’ve loved that too,”

“What?” All this time, you thought that he was avoiding you, and was simply just didn’t have any interest in you.

“I have a truncated amount of time, Y/n. I’m always drowned in work. I really want to arrange a time for us to really hang out and get to know each other – like how you wanted. But you know how stressful it is with the company sometimes,” His voice was deep and clean, pronouncing each and every word carefully. Seokjin was clearly a man of business, his father once told you how much he has a passion for running a company like he does today. 

He runs a hand through his hair, closing his eyes for a mere second.

“So you’re not just saying that as an excuse?”

He lifts an eyebrow up at you as he smirks, “You think I’d say that just to make up a defense?”

You lower your head, feeling ashamed in a way. Seokjin suddenly comes closer to you and grips your chin lightly with his thumb and pointer finger, forcing you to look at him. His exterior took your breath away in just a second. You perceived how his eyes shone and his face aglow under the luminous evening lights, his hair slightly parted in the middle of his forehead and in what way little strands were dancing from the cool breeze.

“I wasn’t avoiding you, Y/n. It’s just as simple as that.” Seokjin pulls his hand away from you and he looks down. This man was confusing you a lot. Apparently, both of you were just waiting for each other to do something. You decided to speak up, “Then make time for us.”

Seokjin doesn’t look at you, but he smiles and laughs quietly.

“No, I’m serious, Seokjin. We both want to make this marriage a success, so why don’t you just, well, assign one of your operatives to do your job for a day and let’s meet up?”

You heard him sigh, thinking about it for a moment. He takes your left hand and holds it around his, making your heart jump from the sudden action. “Okay,”

“Okay?” You repeat, almost shocked.

He abruptly stands up in front of you, flashing you that striking smile of his. “Tomorrow, I’ll tell Jaehyuk to pick you up at three in the afternoon,” he extends his hand out to you and you accept it. He pulls you up, making you stand and mumble a little ‘oh’ from the precipitous movement.

Seokjin smirks as he pulls your bodies closer together, pushing your hair to one side of your shoulder to expose more area of skin. You saw how his Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped when he saw your bare shoulder displayed only for him. Running both of his hands down your sides sent sparks all throughout your body, admiring your figure. Seokjin couldn’t lie, but you were pretty beautiful. Often times he just wanted to throw himself to you and devote himself in your body and make you feel all pure bliss like how you deserve. But he had a lot of self-control.

“I’ll be expecting you, okay?” he says once he regained his composure. You smiled, trying to force a smile from him but that didn’t work – he instead gazed at your lips then back up to your eyes. “Of course.”

~

“So…um,”

You chewed on your bottom lip, scooting a little bit closer forward to the driver’s seat to see Jaehyuk’s face. He wore a normal black suit with sunglasses, which suppressed your initiative to see what he looked like. You were trying to hold a conversation with him, but that was apparently not the case. “May I ask where are we exactly going?”

He looked at the back of the car in which you were certain he made eye contact with you for just a second and replied, “To Seokjin’s house,” he spoke blankly.

“Oh,” you mumbled. As if on cue, you heard your phone vibrate from your purse. You searched through the endless amount of items until you pulled out your phone, a text message from him appeared on your screen.

You chuckle at the remembrance of how you got his phone number. It was his dad who purposely handed you the contact, and when you texted him, he was stunned as for how you have gotten his number.

[ 3:02 PM - Kim Seokjin: Are you guys close? ]

You scoffed quietly, ‘how would I know?’

You looked up at Jaehyuk and decided to ask him, “Uh, Jaehyuk, are we close?”

“Yes, miss Y/n. A few more blocks away.” Nodding at his reply, you texted back.

[ 3:02 PM - You: Yes. ]

You haven’t been to his house before, and frankly, your expectations were high. He always seemed like a classy and chic man, and you wouldn’t be surprised if his house says the same.

A few minutes later the car parked inside a large lot. Looking around your surroundings, you noticed a lot of plants and greenery, a big fountain in the middle and the huge modern-looking house in front of you. It was beyond your expectations. Jaehyuk opened your car door and you thanked him, stepping out of the vehicle. “Please, go ahead Miss Y/n.” he lifted his hand and motioned for you to proceed towards the house. You were too busy to admire your surroundings until you saw Seokjin leaning against his doorframe, smirking as he had his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he smiles widely, then followed by a laugh when he saw your reaction. You almost stopped your tracks. It was the first time you heard his laugh, and it was certain to you that you wanted to head it more often. You couldn’t lie, but it made your heart warm.

“You’re house is so beautiful, Seokjin,”

“’Course it is, you’re gonna live here with me soon, don’t worry.”

Your eyes widen at his statement, your face turning a shade of pink. You looked away from him, shyness overcoming you. “W-well, I mean…”

You hear him chuckle as he takes your wrist, “Come inside now, let me show you around.”

And he actually did what he told you. The house was bigger than what you expect for a guy who was living alone (and three housekeepers), but it was designed as to how you were assuming it to be. It had a contemporary and modern look, created with some gold and wood aesthetics here and there. His living room and dining area had a huge chandelier, and you were surprised by the number of paintings that were scattered all throughout the walls of the house. He led you to the second floor which had one more bathroom and his bedroom.

“Do you always live alone?” you ask as you run your hand on the white-painted wall of the corridor towards his bedroom, “Besides the three housekeepers you told me about?”

“Well,” he speaks as he opens the door to his bedroom, making your jaw drop slightly from the how well-designed it was. You roamed around his room as he was explaining, “I have my parents and my brother to come and visit a lot. So we have extra rooms for people who want to stay in for a couple of nights I guess.” As he was talking, he couldn’t help himself but smile, seeing how lost you were in his room full of decorations. You were fiddling with the old typewriter that he has on his bedside table, also admiring the plants that he has at the corner of his room.

“Oh, look!” You immediately said as you saw a little cactus plant placed near the window. Beside it was a picture of him and his father, both look very alike. “Y/n…” he sighs. You whip your head around to see him smirking at you as he pushed back his hair. “O-oh, I’m sorry,” you smiled timidly at him, causing him to shake his head. “Don’t be. You look cute,”

You didn’t know what it was, but it seemed like every time he compliments you your heart races faster. You turn to look at him and you emitted a gasp to see how close he was to you, bodies inches away from each other.

“Do you have this feeling like there are butterflies on your stomach or is it just me?” You whispered, looking deep into his eyes. Without thinking, Seokjin pulls your body to his. You can feel his skin under the simple white shirt and jeans that he was wearing, and it was making you breathe a little uneven. 

“It’s not just you, Y/n, trust me when I say that,” In a swift motion, Seokjin grabs the back of your neck and he presses his lips on yours. You didn’t respond to the kiss immediately because of how taken aback you were, but his pace was gradual. He puts a hand on the lower part of your back, pushing you to him even further until his kiss became more dominant. He was gripping your head tightly, controlling the kiss as you felt his tongue swipe on your lower lip, asking for entrance.

You didn’t think twice as you opened your mouth for him to enter, making you moan quietly at the feeling. You can sense his smirk through the kiss, loving each and every second.

You were the first one to pull away, already out of breath. You were not expecting him to make a move on you, but you loved it. You craved for more. “Please…”

He smirks at you, caressing your cheek with one hand, “What did I just hear? You want more?”

You nod shyly, and that makes him push you up against the nearest wall. He kissed you again but this time, it was all rough and dominant. His hands were feeling every part of you, attending to every curve. You place your hands in his hair but he pulls it away immediately, “Don’t,” he commanded with a stern tone, looking deep into your eyes. “You’re not allowed to touch, babygirl,”

You were certain you could melt at that pet name he gave you. He pulls your wrist and throws you onto his bed, your body slightly bouncing from the softness of his mattress. You gulp as he hovers above your figure, and it was a sight that was worth paying for. “Do you want to feel good, Y/n?” he asks smugly, lingering down slowly on your body. You didn’t think twice as you replied, “Y-yes, please.” He grins, adhering to your plead as he started to do his job on you.

~

- Three days later -

“Seokjin, is this venue final?”

Seokjin looks at you and smiles as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. “Is it, baby?” he asks you with a slightly sarcastic tone. You laugh, “Yes, Mr. Kim. The Banyan it is.”

His father clapped both of his hands together, smiling widely. It was this moment where you really saw how much his smile resembles his son. “That’s wonderful, the both of you. I’m going to contact my people there and we’ll be hearing from them soon, yeah?”

“Thank you so much, father,” Seokjin says and his father patted him on the shoulder. “You both can go now, I still have work to attend to.”

Nodding, Seokjin grabs your hand and leads you outside of the house and onto their backyard, sitting on a long couch as you both looked over the pool. You saw how the sun was starting to go down, creating a slight tint of orange into the sky. “You know, Seokjin,” he hums in reply, “I didn’t know you were a softie all this time,”

He laughs and looks at you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “What do you mean?”

“I just remember every time I’d look at you from far away you looked so terrifying and intimidating,”

“And why’s that, hmm?” he teased, grabbing your hand to enclose it in his. You chuckle, suddenly recalling everything, “You would just look so tall and you’d look at me like you wanted to kill me or something.”

“Oh, that’s just me undressing you in my mind. Don’t worry ‘bout it, love,”

“Seokjin!” You yelled, slapping his hand away from you as he snorts, “Just kidding, just kidding.”

The two of you just sat there, admiring the ambiance of the place. You realized that something from the sunset made you feel tranquil and at peace. You loved how the air becomes cool, and how the sky completely changes its color.

You suddenly smile once an idea pops into your mind.

“What about…” you place a hand on his knee, capturing his attention back, “we have the ceremony during sunset?”

He smiles, grabbing your hand and kissing the back part of it. He looks at you profoundly, taking you by surprise as he pressed a kiss on your lips.

“I’d love to.”

Your eyes widen in excitement, “Really?”

He chuckles, “Of course I do. Wasn’t this whole arrangement thing,” he gestures with his hands, “planned by our parents since the beginning?” You nod at him in reply.

“Well, if you think about it, in the end, we would still end up together whether we liked it or not. But as time passes with you, I realized that it’s really not much of a big deal.” The corners of his lips lift up as he nudges your arm with his elbow a couple of times, making you giggle. You looked down and smile, what he said was right. This arrangement was your parents’ only wish, and the two of you wanted to make them proud.

“And look at us, literally getting married at the end of the day.”

You gasped once you understood what he meant, “Oh, we are!”

Seokjin suddenly grabs your face, pulling you closer to him. Your faces were mere inches apart. “At the end of the day, I’m loving you nonetheless.”

~~

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appetite

a/n: this one-shot has been in the works for awhile! based off this post by @iloveyouhaz! thank you for letting me use your concept! 

this isn’t not proofread sorry! smut below the cut!!

An extended stay in the Caribbean had sounded like an absolute dream when Harry suggested it. He had told her that they would be staying in the same home he had in Portland, Jamaica the first time around. Y/N had only seen the pictures from text messages and late-night video chats that she had been privy to at the very start of their relationship. And she had been just as in awe now as she was then.

The remote area had given them the privacy that they needed. With a canopy of trees and their own private beach, they were hardly ever bothered by the media or tourists. Even so, the pair had hardly been left alone for more than an hour at a time. With three or so people in a writing session, two producers, and Harry’s family stopping in for a few days, somebody was always around. And at the beginning, Y/N hadn’t really minded. She hardly liked the quiet, so to have a constant hum of activity in the large space was nice. But, the lack of physical contact with Harry had left her petulant and needy.

And it wasn’t as if they hadn’t found ways to get their hands on one another.

Harry had fucked her in the shower on more than one occasion. Each time, she had wrapped her legs around his middle as he fucked up into her, face screwed up with the efforts of keeping himself quiet. If she had become too loud, he would shove his middle and ring finger between her lips to quiet her.

But, the quick romps in the shower had only kept her sated for so long. If anything, they contributed to the growing ache that she felt between her legs as the time wore on. So, it really isn’t any wonder why Y/N’s wandered into studio when Harry’s session had run far longer than he said it would.

Jeff greets her with a smile, turning down the volume down just slightly to speak to her, “Harry’s just about done in here. We’ve only got two songs left.”

Y/N returns the smile before sitting down on the couch across from the soundboard. She makes eye contact with Harry for just a moment when his eyes lift from the open notebook in front of him. It’s just long enough to let her know that he has seen her come in, but it hardly breaks his concentration. All of his attention is still directed toward laying down the perfect vocals.

“Alright, Harry. That was perfect.” Jeff says after hitting a button on the soundboard. “Did you want to take a short breather before we get to the next one?” He offers.

“Yeah,” Harry speaks after a short pause, “An hour sound good to you?”

Jeff agrees to the hour break and asks if they want to join him down on the beach, where everyone else has congregated to enjoy the last few rays of sunlight. Y/N opens her mouth to speak, but Harry’s voice carries through the speaker and cuts her off. 

“I think we’ll stay in,” Harry interjects, a mischievous glint in his eye as he looks at Y/N. “Unless Y/N says differently.”

Y/N isn’t blind to the lust that has clouded his green eyes. Nor the way his tongue glides over his lower lip after he speaks. He knows exactly what he’s doing and she hopes that he intends to deliver on unspoken promises. 

“I’m alright,” she says, tearing her eyes away from Harry to shoot a soft smile at Jeff. “Thank you, though. For inviting us, I mean.” 

Jeff only scoffs at Y/N for thanking him for such a simple request. Even jokes that if she gets sick of Harry within the hour, he’ll gladly bite the bullet and force him back into the booth. And Y/N laughs along, but she would much rather have Harry all to herself for longer than she has been allotted. 

“See you in a bit!” Jeff exclaims as he steps out of dimly lit room and before the door is even shut, Y/N heaves a relieved sigh. 

“Thought he’d never leave.” She mumbles to herself before stepping forward to lock the door behind him. 

The motion doesn’t go unnoticed by Harry. Bubblegum pink lips pulling into a smirk as he watches her turn to face him. He beckons her with backward tilt of his head and Y/N is quick to follow his silent order, opening the door to the recording booth and slipping inside. 

"Wanted me all to yourself, didn't you, pet?” Harry questions, looping his index finger in the belt loop of her denim shorts and tugging her to him. 

Y/N’s hands are immediately pressed to his chest, fingers splayed to touch every inch that she could. She hums her affirmation as she looks up at him, eyes dancing over his features and taking in each new freckle that the hot sun branded him with. 

“Missed you,” she mumbles, reaching to trail kisses along his jawline while her palms begin trekking downward. “Missed this.”

Harry’s eyes flutter shut at the touch of her lips, leaning into her touches. His hips jut slightly forward when her palm flattens against his stomach and her fingers dip into his waistband. Her hands are cool against his skin, pulling a shiver from him. He feels her smirk against the curve of his jaw before her lips move to the spot just behind his ear.

“I’ve been thinking about this for ages.” She mumbles, fingers finding the nest of curls around his base before wrapping her hand around him.

Harry hisses at the contact, air pulled through clenched teeth as she squeezes once around him. Her teeth are nipping at his neck, leaving tiny lovebites that will fade within the next few days. Not that Harry is all that concerned about lasting marks, at least not right now. There are no worries of paparazzi or the media making a big deal about something so insignificant when they’re in this little piece of paradise.

“M’sorry.” He says through gritted teeth, “Would’ve taken care of you this morning had I known you’d be like this, love.”

Y/N hums again before pulling back, bringing her hand from the confines of Harry’s boxer briefs. It has Harry’s lower lip settling into a pout for a moment because it isn’t as if he doesn’t feel deprived of her touch either. He’s grown accustomed to being able to get his hands on her whenever they please. So, it’s been a great deal of adjustment for him. He’s only lucky to have the distraction of recording an album to keep him from being as petulant as Y/N had been in the last few days.

“S’not your fault.” Y/N says, tone sultry and enticing. “Can always make it up to me, if you’d like, though.” She offers, her thumb and index finger hovering over the button of his pants.

Harry raises a brow at her suggestion. He’s sure he’s fucked her a variety of odd places in a variety of ways. He’s quieted her with the palm of his hand as she takes all of him in the too-nice, extravagant bathrooms during award ceremonies that he should really be present for. He’s had her mouth around him within the confines of her childhood bedroom, untouched for years and her parents sleeping in the next room over. So, it really isn’t as outlandish as it seems. It’s the thought of fucking into her within a space where Harry feels the most like himself, the most creative, that has peaked his curiosity.

“You want me to fuck ya in the recording booth, love?” Harry clarifies, cock hardening as she nods her affirmation.

A soft murmur of please follows it as she pops the button of his trousers. Her eyes are blown wide as she looks up at him, but they close mere milliseconds after Harry presses his lips to hers. The kiss is bruising as he works a hand beneath her top, pleased to find that she’d gone with a simple bralette beneath it. Her nipple already beginning to pearl beneath the lavender fabric when his large hand cups the underside, thumb and index finger making quick work to tease the hardened peak. It pulls a quiet moan from Y/N as she pulls the zipper of Harry’s trousers down, shoving the expensive fabric from his hips.

Her right hand clumsily finds its way to the developing bulge, palming Harry through the fabric of his Calvin Klein’s. Harry lets out a low moan, his teeth sinking into Y/N’s lower lip instinctively. His hips jut forward to gain some sort of relief as she pays particular attention toward the head of his cock. And he feels like a lovesick teenager with just how worked up he’s getting over a simple handjob, but he can’t help himself. He is positive he’s lovesick, so he can’t help that beads of precum have already begun to darken the fabric of his underwear.

“Fuck.” He mutters once he pulls back from their kiss. “Wish I could have all night with you, love. Really wish I could.”

Y/N can’t help the surge of power that she feels at Harry’s words. To hear him so needy for her has always been something that gives her a boost in confidence. Especially when it’s Harry that usually takes the reigns and has her begging him to let her cum.

“But, we’ve only got an hour, H.” She reminds him, but there’s a certain lilt in it that suggests more of an incentive than a complaint.

Regardless of even the suggestion of an incentive, the knowledge of their time together dwindling is not lost on Harry. And he’s not particularly interested in being hard throughout the remainder of his recording time today when he has the chance to fuck his girlfriend in the recording booth.

So, Harry makes quick work of shedding Y/N of her bottoms. The sound of the heavy denim hitting the floor as he lets his middle finger stroke over Y/N folds over the fabric of her lace underwear. He feels the slickness through the fabric and some of it collects on his fingertips as he presses two digits to her clit.

Y/N’s moans fill the small space, reverberating off the walls and landing on Harry’s ears. The breathy, slightly high pitched noises are ones that Harry thinks he will never be able to get over. He’d have her climaxing again and again if it meant that he could hear them on an endless loop. (Not to say that he hasn’t doesn’t so in the past. Selfishly making her cum until she’s teary-eyed and asking him to stop).

Her moans and begging only become louder, more breathy when Harry’s finally has his fill of being knuckle deep inside her with lips pressed to her collarbone. His name falling past her bitten and swollen lips as he finally aligns himself at her entrance, boxer briefs only pushed down to just above his knees.

Y/N’s back is pressed to the wall when Harry finally sinks himself into her, one leg wrapped around him as she wraps her arms around his neck to steady herself. A guttural moan from Harry fills the room when she’s sunk down to the hilt. He can feel the way she squeezes around him, too tight and too warm that it drives him absolutely mad.

And it’s all fast and loud as Harry’s hips snap against her. Praises of good girl and taking him so good are whispered into her ear as he fucks up into her. Whimpers and moans bouncing off the soundproofed walls.

It’s over all too soon for both of their likings. Harry’s spilling himself inside her, streams of white painting and warming her insides. Y/N shakes against him, small but obvious tremors as she still recovers from her own orgasm that came only minutes before Harry’s. Soft noises rolling off her tongue as she allows Harry to ride through his own climax.

They part slowly and as they do, it’s obvious that, in their haste, they might have forgotten a few things. For instance, how exactly they were meant to clean Y/N up as the combination of their arousal drips down her left thigh. But, they’ve got to think quick because Y/N’s glanced at the large golden watch on Harry’s wrist and the second hand ticks closer and closer to eight. And while she doesn’t entirely remember when Jeff had left to join the others down at the beach, she knows that he’s due to come back any minute.

Y/N thinks back to the rushed clean up and red cheeks as she slipped past Jeff to get to her and Harry’s shared room. She thinks of the knowing look in his eye as he took in her state—messy hair, swollen lips, and wild eyes—before he’s disappeared from her view. Even more, she thinks of the way Harry had left a lingering kiss to her lips as she did up the button of his pants and the way it held a promise for more once he’d been able to get a second alone with her.

All of these thoughts come flooding back as she sits outside of the booth this time. Her back is pressed to the couch as Harry presses a button that floods the room with sound. Arms hugging her knees as his voice plays over the strumming of guitars and a baseline that has her tapping her foot within seconds of hearing the song. The lyrics are familiar to her, having had heard the original with the added vocals of thousands of fans singing it back to Harry. But, the instrumentals for Medicine sound different in a polished recording.

But, there’s another noise that she can’t quite identify at first. It sounds soft and breathy, but it’s quiet compared to the volume of Harry’s voice and the music. It isn’t until there’s a lull following one of the lyrics usually filled in by the audience that she recognizes the noise. It’s not the inhale that Harry takes which disappoints her some because there’s something so erotic about it, but it’s a fleeting feeling.

Y/N’s cheeks redden as the sound of her moans fill the space. Soft moans and heavy breathing that are hard to miss above the quieted instruments.

Harry’s got a smirk pulling at his lips that dents his cheek with a single dimple. His eyes watching her as she continues to listen to the song, gauging her reaction at the new addition. It’s why he had asked her to come sit with him in the studio on their last full day together in Jamaica. It was just a simple run through of the album before he made any final decisions on the track listings, he said to her. Not a complete lie because he had every intention of running through the remainder of the songs because he valued her opinion the most. But, the new rendition of Medicine had been his top priority.

“Didn’t want to release it because I always said there was something missing.” He says, lowering the volume as the song comes to a close. “I think I found out what it was.”

“S’that from the time we...” Y/N trails off, lowering lip coming to sit between her teeth.

Her cheeks grow hotter when Harry’s eyes flicker to the booth across from her before nodding.

“I wanted to run it by you.” He speaks softly, coming to sit beside her on the couch. “We’ve got two versions, but s’definitely the one I prefer.”

Y/N is quiet as she thinks about what Harry is suggesting. All of the potential for controversy if it’s found that Y/N is the one behind it and not a sample. What if her parents were to hear it? What if work figures it out now that she’s disclosed her relationship with Harry just for the purpose of going on this trip?

All of the what if’s play on her mind as Harry looks at her expectantly. He’s not rushing her, but there’s an eagerness that is impossible to miss as it swirls around his jade eyes. There’s no pressure to agree with him, either. She knows he’d respect her opinion and privacy without batting an eye.

It is that reminder of how good he is to her and how much he loves her—how much they love each other—that quiets her fears. Because she can handle all of those fears if they rear their ugly head. She can voice them to Harry if they become too much.

Besides, she can’t deny that it turns her on just a little to know that such a private, erotic moment will be on a record for thousands to hear.

“Alright, yeah.” She says with a smile that Harry matches with ease. “Let’s do it.”

[storytaeme]

late nights – day 21

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Kim Taehyung

➵ Prompt: Groping      ↪ content: public, handjob in the subway, mild exhibitionism, brief name-calling 

➵ Word Count: 2,400 words

➵ NOTE: I missed two days due to traveling, sorry for that! D: I’ll be making up for it (hopefully!)

Jeongguk wouldn’t say he had a penchant towards PDA. He was rather disgusted by it at first, didn’t understand why people would suck faces in public, hands all over each other when everyone could damn well see. It made other people uncomfortable, with the exception of a few who had enjoyed the performance. But this was also when he had been sexually frustrated.

Now that he was with Taehyung, it was another story altogether.

“Guk, come on,” Taehyung smirked, flashing his eyes dangerously at him. Jeongguk gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to throttle his boyfriend right then and there.

Rush hour was always the worst commute and, just their luck, they had ended class later than usual and ended up having to pack themselves into an overflowing train. It was terrifying really. But Taehyung was lucky to have his boyfriend—his very strong boyfriend with a very wide set of shoulders. With his back pressed up against Jeogguk’s front, the two struggled to breathe and wondered how much longer it would take for them to finally reach their destination.

“Tae, I swear on my fucking life—” Jeongguk started, propping his chin down on his boyfriend’s shoulder with a subtle dig as a threat.

Taehyung clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Don’t swear, baby, it’s not good for your health.”

“You’re miserable for my health,” Jeongguk grumbled, eyes blazing with burning anger.

It really wasn’t his fault that he was tossing profanities at Taehyung. His boyfriend has been on the far end of the mischievous spectrum as of late and it certainly still was the case when he felt Taehyung nudge his crotch again with his ass.

This was playing dirty. Taehyung knew that Jeongguk was an absolute sucker for Taehyung’s ass, would worship and eat the fuck out of those plump mounds everyday if he could. But he was in a crowded train this time, was squeezed into Taehyung by the other passengers. This was hardly the time nor place to be physically flirting on something that was borderline exhbitionism.

Taehyung pushed back again, Jeongguk’s dick sliding nicely between his ass crack. “Fuck, Tae.” Jeongguk’s fingers wrapped around Taehyung’s bicep, urging him to stop.

“Scared of a little attention?” Taehyung challenged with that familiar sly grin. “Don’t worry, nobody’s looking.”

While it was true everyone was focused on their own tasks, reading, listening to music, constantly glaring at their watch, it didn’t mean that the two of them were absolutely invisible.

Jeongguk’s hands grasped Taehyung’s hips, stilling his movements. His boner was already scaring the fuck out of him. It was pushing against the teeth of his zipper, begging to be freed. He couldn’t let this go on any longer, otherwise, who knows when his restraint might snap?

Or his zipper.

“Tae, for the love of fuck,” Jeongguk growled, digging his fingers into his boyfriend’s skin.

“Maybe not fuck, too cramped,” Taehyung giggled quietly.

Jeongguk huffed, reaching around to cup the bulge between Taehyung’s legs. The following squeak was definitely a satisfying one. Now the ball was back in his hands. Literally.

“Not so cocky now, are you?” Jeongguk bit Taehyung’s earlobe, eliciting another whimper. “God, you feel so hard, baby. You got like this just by rubbing your ass on my dick?”

Taehyung looked over his shoulder, a pitiful look in his eyes that seemed to only leave Jeongguk wanting more. “Can’t help it, l-love your dick.”

Fuck. Jeongguk palmed him harder, rubbing his hand against the hardness. He could feel it getting heavier, weighing down on his palm as Taehyung trembled against the wall. Taehyung could be cute when he was teasing Jeongguk, but he was downright irresistible when pliant in his hands.

“That’s right, baby,” Jeongguk whispered, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses on his skin. The two of them jostled along with the train as it made a turn, Jeongguk’s hand involuntarily adding more pressure to the aching Taehyung was suffering from. “Can’t help it, can you? Being so horny and hard all the time. You’re such a desperate little baby.” Jeongguk growled, tugging Taehyung flush against his front. His own hard-on was pressing up against Taehyung’s plush ass, grinding into the softness.

“C-call me that name, Jeonggukie, just call me the name.”

Jeongguk smirked, teeth sinking into Taehyung’s neck. The effect was almost instant. Taehyung gasped, hand slapping over his mouth to muffle his moans as Jeongguk began to lap at the mark with his tongue. The two of them were still inconspicuous enough, hiding in a corner as Jeongguk slowly began to yank on the zipper of Taehyung’s slacks.

When he felt the cold air hit his free cock, Taehyung had to hide another squeak into his fist, biting down on the skin to stop himself from being too obvious. “G-Guk, I take it back—oh god—I don’t think we should be doing this,” Taehyung whispered, but his desire was evident by the shudder that wracked his body when Jeongguk’s hand wrapped around his length.

Taehyung’s dick felt warm and heavy on his hand. He peeked over the boy’s shoulder to glance at the throbbing red length, practically pulsing with desire. “A little too late, don’t you think?” Jeongguk grunted, squeezing around the circumference and then moving his hand along the heat. “You’re a little slut, Tae. You’re such a slut for cock, would take it anywhere if you could.”

“God, yes,” he whined quietly, forehead leaning against the cool surface of the train as he tried to keep his desires in check. It was proving difficult when Jeongguk wasn’t letting up, his merciful side disappearing to be replaced by this insufferable, sexy man who wasn’t going to give Taehyung what he wanted. Not yet.

“Can you do me a favor? Keep it quiet for me. As much as I love your moans, I can’t have anyone else listening to them now,” Jeongguk whispered, his hands slipping underneath Taehyung’s shirt to rub his stomach, feeling his fingers sink into the plush skin. Taehyung nodded quietly, a promise forgotten when all he could think about was his boyfriend’s hand all over his skin.

Jeongguk thumbed Taehyung’s nipple, flicking it lightly at his other hand kept working on his cock. Even in the crowded setting, all Jeongguk could focus on was the subdued sound of Taehyung’s pleasure, seeping past his lips every once in a while. Taehyung couldn’t help himself. Jeongguk’s touch was like bolts of lightning shooting through him at an inhuman speed. It felt so good, so so good. The sensations were amplified by the fact that the two of them were stuffed into a crowded train filled with dozens of people who could easily spot them.

However, his boyfriend didn’t seem to care. His fingers didn’t relent as they curled around Taehyung’s length and stroked it fast and hard, enough to leave Taehyung with the desire to bang his head against concrete to get his shit together. But Jeongguk was good—he was definitely skilled, he knew just how Taehyung liked to be touched. Teasingly, squeezing. Taehyung loved that, loved it even more when Jeongguk’s control broke in order to grant him the pleasure he so desperately needed.

“Guk, please,” Taehyung whined, closing his eyes and praying to the heavens that this torture would end. He just wanted to come, he didn’t care about it lasting. He couldn’t bear the thought of anyone spotting him jerking off in such a public place with his boyfriend. However, he couldn’t deny how thrilling it all was, adrenaline rushing through his veins. “Fuck, want your cock.”

Jeongguk moaned quietly at Taehyung’s request, burying his words into his lover’s neck as he tried to keep himself in check. He was still in public. Anyone could see him. His eyes darted around the train to see if anyone had picked up on the all too obvious cues they were giving out. He pulled down his own zipper, pulling his cock out from his boxers and whimpering in relief at the sensation. It felt so good to be free and all he could think of at that moment was Taehyung’s ass before him. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t shake off the feeling that somebody was watching them—or maybe even multiple people. It was exciting, yet at the same time so horribly illegal they would never attempt this again.

The younger held onto his dick, running it along the cute mounds, tracing the circles and cutting straight through the middle. Every bit of Taehyung was hyper-aware of what Jeongguk was doing—his teasing was immaculate, his words spurred the screaming need inside of Taehyung.

“God, wanna fuck you so bad, baby,” Jeongguk moaned in Taehyung’s ear, the deep vibrations wracking through his entire being. “You’ve got an ass so tight, such a good fuck. Bet everyone else here would love to get a taste of you, bend you over the plastic seats and fuck you in turn, opening you up.”

Jeongguk knew his words had something to do with the fact that Taehyung was suddenly weeping in need. He really, really wanted Jeongguk to fuck him but even he knew that it would be impossible to keep his voice down. So he settled with the wondrous feeling of Jeongguk’s hand around his cock, pumping the length at a good speed that kept him comfortable. Taehyung released another desperate cry, wanting more from Jeongguk.

He could still feel everything. The feel of the tip of his cock rubbing up against his ass, brushing over his rim but never quite entering to leave him hungry for more. Jeongguk’s long, delicious fingers cupping his cock and jerking it for him—it felt wonderful, but he knew he needed to get out of there to continue.

However, the night was long and so was the ride.

It felt excruciatingly slow to have fucked into Jeongguk’s hand multiple times only to have been held back from coming, only to have Jeongguk tease him incessantly about how much of a slut he was for begging for it in public. “Look at you,” Jeongguk hissed, nipping on the skin of his neck, “fucking into my hand like this when everyone is around you.” The younger’s hand went to caress his ass, feeling the pert flesh underneath shiver when he touched him.

“Guk, I wanna—I really wanna—” Taehyung’s words died in his throat when Jeongguk thumb pressed down on his slit. He couldn’t breathe. The world seemed to be pulsing to the rhythm of his heartbeats, his heart thudding too loud in his ears as blood rushed through his veins.

“Shh,” Jeongguk hushed him, “keep it quiet, baby, you don’t want people to hear you.”

But he did. He really did. “Guk, I just—fuck, I really want to come,” Taehyung whined quietly.

“Can you do it, baby? Can you come with all of these people around you?” Jeongguk whispered huskily in his hear. His hand continued to jerk Taehyung, tugging on his cock and running over the opening that dripped with precome. His cock felt as if it were about to burst from the stimulation,

“I can, I can,” Taehyung leaned his head against the wall in desperation. His teeth caught his bottom lip as his heart beat, thundered in his chest. All he wanted to do was spill his load all over Jeongguk’s hands and get it over with, but the threat of anyone seeing them was still ever present, looming over his shoulder and waiting for him. “C-can you hide me?”

Jeongguk laughed, bitter, “Now, why would I do that? You’re the one who’s been teasing me, no? Why don’t you show the world what you really want, Tae?”

Taehyung was never one to compete with Jeongguk’s strength. It was hard to resist him when he was being manhandled just because it was impossible. His brute force alone was enough to turn Taehyung around, cock in full view as Jeongguk shielded him with his body. Jeongguk didn’t waste any time, however. He worked Taehyung’s cock again, ensuring that he stayed hard as he pumped the length in his hand.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, Taehyung. You feel so hot in my hands. Do you like it like this? Like people watching you getting jerked off in the middle of the underground train?” Taehyung let out a small whimper, worried eyes darting all over the place to see if anyone had caught on. Jeongguk had been quiet enough, the rumbling of the train covering up his tracks. But his cock right there out in the open might prove to be a problem.

“G-Guk, please, I don’t—”

“You can come, baby, give these people a good show, yeah? I bet you’d love that. Love being watched like this, don’t you?” Jeongguk grinned, a devilish glint in his eye. Taehyung did. He really did. The risk of getting caught had blood rushing south even faster, had him hurrying to work on the adrenaline that pushed him through. “Tell me, Tae, what do you want?”

“I-I want to come,” Taehyung stammered, hands catching Jeongguk’s shoulders to support him. “Please, Jeonggukie, I want to come.”

“Do you want to come in front of all these people?” Jeongguk pressed again.

Taehyung squeezed his eyes before looking up desperately at him. “Yes, fuck yes, I just want to come, Gukkie. Please.”

“Okay, baby, do it. Come now, come on,” Jeongguk urged.

With the last few jerks and Jeongguk sucking on the skin of his neck, Taehyung let out a small gasp into his boyfriend’s chest before coming all over his hand. His semen spilled into Jeongguk’s hand, viscous and sticky, clinging onto his boyfriend’s digits. He had been so, so hard, and it felt so good to release everything. “F-fuck, Guk, oh my God.”

“That’s my good boy, you’re so good, Tae.” Jeongguk cooed as he continued to work Taehyung’s cock, milking the boy of his orgasm as Taehyung hid his whimpers in the broadness of Jeongguk’s chest. “You did well, baby, so happy to have you.”

“T-thanks, Jeonggukie,” Taehyung breathed, his lungs seeming to stutter in his chest.

The announcer called for a stop in their final destination and Taehyung quietly tucked himself back in and adjusted his pants. His face was beet red—from the orgasm or the embarrassment, he wasn’t quite sure. All he knew was that he enjoyed that much, much more than he’d like.

Maybe it was something to try again for another day.

[expeditom]

The all new Orvis waterproof sling pack from the upcoming collection 2017 offers almost everything a fly fishermen could ask for. ExpediTom has put it already to the test. Read how it performed!

Orvis Waterproof Sling Pack Specifications

Waterproof and impervious to weather, deep wading, or an accidental dunking

TPU coated 500D nylon

Main compartment features waterproof YKK™ Flexseal zipper

Secondary pocket has water-resistant Reiss™ zipper

One large main compartment with interior pockets for ample storage and organization

Padded and adjustable shoulder strap with gear station and forceps pocket

Tippet bar loops, compatible with Orvis Tippet Bar

Internal hook-and-loop strip to attach Waterproof Pocket

D-Ring for landing net

Water bottle pocket with elastic security cord

Messenger strap to secure bag from swinging around

Back panel with embossed channels for ventilation

19”L x 11”W x 6”D (48 x 28 x 15 cm)

854 cubic inch (14 litres)

Weight: 624 grams (1.35 pound) measured by ExpediTom

Orvis Fly Fishing Homepage

The all new Orvis waterproof Sling Pack available by March 2017

Performance of the Orvis Waterproof Sling Pack

The first impression of the Orvis waterproof sling pack was extremely convincing. The material feels strong and durable with its 500D nylon. All seams are taped and I could not find any imperfection on the entire bag. The water bottle holder at the bottom has an elastic security cord to fasten it securely. This offers peace of mind that I will not accidentally lose the bottle. The holder is not for 1.5 litre bottles but works fine with up to 1.0 litre.

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The tippet loops of the Orvis waterproof sling pack

The zippers of the Orvis waterproof sling pack

Front attachment system of the Orvis waterproof sling pack

Logo of the Orvis waterproof sling pack

Well-padded strap of the Orvis waterproof sling pack

Front attachment points of the Orvis waterproof sling pack

Buckle of the Orvis waterproof sling pack

Messenger strap of the Orvis waterproof sling pack

Zipper grip of the Orvis waterproof sling pack

A quick look into the interior was very promising too. The main compartment is very spacious with 14 litres in total. It has 3 little pockets, one of which has a zipper to hold, for example, your license and other things you would like to store flat such as leaders. The two other pockets have mash nets, which can hold up to medium-sized fly boxes. Larger fly boxes for streamers easily fit into the main compartment. Furthermore, the main compartment is also large enough to hold everything you need for a whole-day fishing trip with a DSLR and food. I loaded the Orvis sling pack with a mirrorless camera, 200mm lens, a waterproof case, a small water filter, some food and all I need to fish.

Interior of the Orvis waterproof sling pack with two mash nets and a zipper for documents

Inside the main compartment, just on the other side of your back, is another Velcro strip. For this piece of Velcro Orvis offers the Silver Sonic waterproof pocket, which is translucent. This optional complement might save ones mobile phone when it accidentally goes for a plunge.

The outer smaller pocket is closed with a water-resistant Reiss™ zipper. This pocket offers fast access to some other tools such as indicator wool. Keep in mind that the outer pocket is not waterproof in contrast to the main compartment.

The sling pack has attachment points at the sling as well as on the back of the bag. At the sling, there is an insertion point for scissors or clamps. Moreover, there are several small holes to attach a retractor, which, for instance, holds an Amadou or a bottle of grease.

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Fully equipped Orvis waterproof sling pack

Happy angler with the Orvis waterproof sling pack

The Orvis waterproof sling pack

The Orvis waterproof sling pack

The Orvis waterproof sling pack

Orvis waterproof sling pack

The Orvis waterproof sling pack

The Orvis waterproof sling pack

The Orvis waterproof sling pack in front

On the back of the bag there are two tippet bar loops. The Orvis tippet bar fits perfectly into this space between these two strings. This allows to add tippet to the leader when putting the bag in front of you. This is very convenient and time-saving. Additionally, there is a Velcro patch right next to the waterproof YKK® Flexseal® zipper. The Velcro is thought to hold flies to dry after you have fished with them. However, only barbed flies seem to hold properly, which I do not use. Still, the Velcro is useful to attach for instance a rod holder or another retractor with a nipper to cut the tippet below.

The design of the Orvis waterproof sling pack appeals to me very much. Although, I am not a fan of hi-viz colours for outdoor gear, the green colour of the logo is a good compromise between visibility and design. Even though it is bright, it is not UV active nor does it reflect light. Beside this, it is by far less flamboyant than the new Cusco colour by Patagonia. About the grey colour I am very pleased too. The grey is rather dull and camouflages anglers against many different backgrounds, which might result in a fish not spoked.

The aforementioned waterproof YKK® Flexseal® zipper is impressive. According to YKK® it is waterproof up to 0.4 bar which withstands every downpour and short dip. The Flexseal® has a strong, flexible coil element offering a durable light-weight fully waterproof solution for the most demanding applications. For optimal performance, you should apply some silicon lubricant every now and then, store the zipper open when not in use and avoid direct sunlight. However, there is one downside to this zipper: The YKK® Flexseal® zipper needs two hands to open. Given that it is waterproof the zipper is stiff and therefore needs some force to open.

Regarding the waterproofness, the sling pack’s main compartment is absolutely tight. No rain has entered while fishing, neither did salt water while swimming in the sea. However, as much as I trust waterproof bags, make sure you squeeze the bag before entering the water in order to test for any leaks where air can escape.

For further information about the waterproof YKK® Flexseal® zipper visit: http://www.ykkfastening.com/

The Orvis Waterproof sling pack kept the towel dry while swimming in the sea

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Closing the Orvis waterproof Sling Pack

YKK Flexseal zipper of the Orvis waterproof Sling Pack

Underwater Orvis waterproof Sling Pack

What striked me most about the new Orvis sling pack while fishing was the ease of use. You can reach the net easily. Surprisingly, carrying the weight of my equipment on one shoulder was no problem to me, due to the well-padded straps. What is more, I hardly ever noticed the sling pack and I could totally focus on the fishing experience. Moreover, the water bottle is reachable without turning the bag around. Otherwise, if I cannot reach the bottle instantly, I am prone to forget drinking while being too absorbed with fly fishing.

I hardly ever noticed the sling pack and I could totally focus on the fishing experience.

When I need to change the rig, I just pull the bag in front of me. This way I have a platform to change the fly and tippet. Moreover, the attachment system is carefully tought out and well designed. However, there is one minor thing I would add: The possibility to attach a zinger with a nipper next to the Velcro patch because it is a bit of a hassle to attach the retractor pin to the Velcro. Nevertheless, this was a minor issue with this sample and might be adapted in the final product.

Before being able to judge the durability of the Orvis waterproof sling pack, I need to test it for a longer period. Therefore, I have decided to take the sling pack on some travels before making a judgement. However, as far as I have tested the bag now, I am very pleased and do not doubt that it will last for a long time.

Update durability: holds camera, Surface Pro 3, sunglasses, small drone, pullover and documents with ease – still in great shape.

Summary about the Orvis Waterproof Sling Pack

Pro

Waterproof

Design

Size

Durability

Quality

Main compartment usefully divided

Heaps of attaching possibilities

Great colour choice

Ease of use

Water bottle system

Contra

must use 2 hands to open the main compartment

The Orvis waterproof Sling pack offers almost everything a fly fisherman can ask for. It is extremely convenient in usage, remarkably fast at hands, waterproof and has a well-thought out attachment system. What is more, the bag has a great design, which is not too salient in my opinion. Thus, I can highly recommend you this item. It will not disappoint you if you are looking for a waterproof solution that convinces with its great ease of use.

If sling packs are not your cup of tea due to the pressure on one shoulder, the march 2017 collection from Orvis offers as well a hip pack and a backpack with the same waterproof system.

  Do you have any questions about the Orvis Waterproof Sling Pack?

ALL NEW! Orvis Waterproof Sling Pack (available by March 2017) #orvis #flyfishing #outdoor #expeditom #review #slingpack #new #waterproof The all new Orvis waterproof sling pack from the upcoming collection 2017 offers almost everything a fly fishermen could ask for.