#when i saw ii i was 18 and trying SO HARD to be normal

[dipandpip]

i do think its soooo cute that someone was like "lol bracelets for terrible influence tour" and as soon as phil retweeted it we were all like "oh so we're definitely all making friendship bracelets then?"

[naoyaslut]

Conflict of Interest

pairings: ran haitani x femreader+18

synopsis: Weeks after a one-night stand, you have the privilege run into the same man in the middle of a courtroom.

warnings: creampie, vfingering, reader smokes a cigar, alcohol mention, one night stands, ran throws reader under the bus.

Minors do not Interact! ageless/minimal blogs will be blocked.

wordcount: 4,444

a/n: just trying to post something since I have not been posting at all.

Part II

The wedding was nice.  Your childhood friend finally got married to the love of her life, why was he the love of her life?  You couldn’t begin to fathom.  All your close friends opted to get married to their childhood sweethearts, whereas you couldn’t keep a normal relationship even if you had tried.

Your boyfriend in high school.  It didn’t work out, because he wanted to smother you, coddle you, and although at times the attention was nice.  You didn’t like to be smothered.

College, your boyfriend at the time didn’t want you to pursue a career in criminal law.  Immediate red flag.  The men you dated over the years seemed to have some sort of superiority complex.  They were often intimidated when they found out that you were a lawyer, so dating long-term never worked out in your favor.

“You know it's customary for the maid of honor and the best man to hook up after the wedding, right?” Noburu Genki.  He went to high school with the bride and groom, he was apparently the best man of the groom, and you couldn’t wait to get as far as possible from this idiot. 

Even in high school, you didn’t care for him, you were surprised he had any close friends.

Scowling in his direction, you pulled the crystal champagne glass away from your lips before taking a sip.  You had more than your share of champagne for the evening.  It didn’t help that there was an open bar available.

“Aren’t you married, Nobu?” you asked, more out of necessity than curiosity.  You saw the news a few years ago about his engagement, he also married his high school sweetheart.  But from the rumors of their separation came about cheating rumors.  Noburu just couldn’t keep his hands off the ladies.  He was a dog right down to his very core.

“Divorced, actually,” Noburu replied, pulling his black tuxedo jacket over his shoulder.  Nobu had always been a looker.  He was a jock; he got a scholarship to go to college to play basketball.  But it wasn’t like his family wasn’t already well off, his parents did exceptionally well for themselves so in the end, he didn’t have to work very hard for anything.

“Yeah, I can see why,” finishing your drink, you sat it down on a nearby table, patting him on the shoulder before excusing yourself.  “Excuse me, it was nice seeing you.”

After saying your goodbyes and departing from the reception you made your way back to the hotel you’d booked in advance before returning home the following day.  To say the least, you were buzzed, and you were curious enough about the Cuban cigar that was offered as a party favor from the groom.

You didn’t smoke.  Staring at the cigar, in mild disgust from your spot at the luxury hotel bar.  Aside from the crystal champagne glass stamped with Mr. and Mrs. Wang, this was the only other party favor you received.  How are you even supposed to smoke this thing?

Placing the cigar between glossed lips, you held it firmly before retrieving it to roll it between your index and thumb.

“You’re supposed to cut the end of those before smoking it,”

A rather pleasant male voice from beside you snapped you out of your observation of your gift, earning a brief glance from you in return. 

You were still dressed in the navy-blue chiffon gown you wore to the wedding reception; it was embroidered classically in silver along the front.

Resting your cheek against the palm of your hand against the bar top, you gave the stranger your complete attention before looking him over from head to toe.  He stood a little too close for comfort, had you been sober and paying attention you would have asked him to move away, or just move further down the bar.

He was tall, dressed exceptionally well in a dark grey matching suit complete with silver cufflinks.  His eyes, a bright almost florescent colored wisteria gazing intently into your own.  One of his large hands held out a silver cigar cutter in his hand, index and thumbs looped through both of its edges.

“Did I look that confused?” you asked, a slight smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“You don’t look like the type to smoke cigars, but I can assist if you’d like,” the stranger’s free hand ran through his dark-colored hair from what you could decipher was a dark purple and black. 

Sitting up straight on the barstool, you held the cigar out in front of you to examine it once more.

“It was a gift; I just didn’t want it to go to waste.”

A bartender from behind the bar brought a short glass filled with dark liquor over and sat it in front of the man who had begun to make conversation with you before disappearing further down the bar to assist other patrons.

“You smoke?” he asked, picking up his glass to take a drink from it.  “Usually the pretty ones never do,”

Snickering under your breath, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.  He was a smooth talker, and he wasn’t bad looking either.  He was extremely well groomed, and though his hair was a bit eccentric it appeared he had his appearance meticulously cared for.  You were just noticing his eyebrows were the same dull color purple as his hair and they were waxed perfectly.

“It’s a Columbian cigar, I had to at least try it before I throw it in the trash,”

Things were hazy, but not that hazy.  You knew a good-looking man when you saw one, and you knew when one was flirting with you too. 

“Test it out, see if you like it.” He suggested, taking the cigar from your grasp he pulled a nearby ashtray over and clipped off the end of the cigar.  “Go ahead, put the head in your mouth”

You noticed the grin painting his sharp features after he held it toward you, which only got him a pointed glare from you in return. 

Chuckling under his breath, voice like gravel he went on to explain.

“That’s what the tip of the cigar is called, the head,” his grin widening.  “Anatomy of a cigar 101.”

You rolled your eyes at the explanation and placed the cigar between your lips once more, watching as he began to dig inside the pocket of his jacket to retrieve a lighter. 

“I wasn’t being, vulgar,” the handsome stranger remarked, smiling while holding the burning flame of his lighter to the end of your cigar.  “Unless you’re into that,”

Taking a few tentative puffs of the cigar, you pulled it from your lips allowing the thick opaque smoke to seep from the corner of your mouth.  You paused, and then promptly proceeded to stub it out in the shared ashtray between you and Mr. tall dark and handsome.

The heavy taste of tobacco flooded your pallet, and, in all honesty, you wanted to retch.  It wasn’t for you.

You could hear that silky smooth chuckle once again as the man beside you picked up his drink once more to indulge in the dark substance in his cup.

“Not your cup of tea, huh?” he asked, eyes narrowing in faint interest at your expression.

Though you managed to keep a straight face, it was obvious that you were disgusted by the heady taste of the cigar. 

“Not a fan of the taste, I’m afraid.”  Picking up your glass that was nearby, you nearly guzzled down the glass of water you had that was ordered with the intent to sober you up.  “Have at it, if you’d like.”

By now, your nameless friend was finished with his drink, but he still lingered beside you at the bar.  That gave you the inclination that he was more interested than he seemed.

“I’m afraid if the lady doesn’t like the taste, it's against my interests to indulge.”

Attempting to hide the smile creeping up on your face, you decided to take your leave.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, thank you for the cigar anatomy lesson.”  Slipping off the barstool, you realize just how tall this man was in comparison to yourself.  Giving him a lingering gaze, you smiled before you turned to leave.  “Have a nice night,”

Grabbing the small Michael Kors clutch purse off the bar top you began to walk toward the lobby of the hotel until your handsome companion fell in step with you as you sauntered along.

“I could give you another anatomy lesson, if you’re interested” The man added rather nonchalantly, shoving both of his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

Your mouth almost, almost dropped agape at his brazenness and what you felt he was insinuating.  Stopping in front of the elevator you pressed the call button before giving him a sly glance out of the corner of your eye.

“If you’re offering me sex, I’m going to need you to be more specific.”

The elevator doors opened, and you stepped into the elevator to get a full view of the magnificent specimen in front of you, who had been rendered speechless.  He was staring at you wide-eyed outside of the elevator stiffly as if he had been frozen in time.

He only moved when the doors began to close putting his arm out before stumbling inside the elevator car the doors closing behind him. 

“More specific, huh?” he asked, leaning against the elevator wall beside you.

You could have sworn you saw his eyebrows wiggle in your direction, and it only caused you to laugh out loud before lifting a finger to press the 11th-floor button, where your room was located.

Instead of replying further, he grasped ahold of your hand and moved your finger to push the button for the 20th floor.

Eyeing the button on the elevator, you arched a brow before the elevator began to move again.  He had a suite on the top floor, and now that was interesting enough.  The top floors of these hotels were usually off-limits to those who could only afford them.  The rooms would range from thousands of dollars per night.

The elevator ride up was intense, the handsome stranger hovering over you seemingly committing every single one of your features to memory.  He wore a sly grin the entire time as if he had just won the biggest trophy in a contest. 

When the elevator finally stopped, you followed him out the sound of your stilettos clicking in the distance.  It had been a while since you’d had the company of the opposite sex and no, you didn’t do one-night stands very often.

But this one, he seemed to know what he wanted albeit it was you.  You certainly didn’t mind it was a nice change to get it from someone you were attracted to.  And then once you two were done, you could ride off into the sunset without ever seeing him again.  You didn’t feel like you were lost in this situation.

“After you,”

Your new friend had opened his room door and pushed it open, displaying a seemingly endless suite on the inside.  There was a personal bar visible on the opposite side of the room near the balcony, the whole front room reminded you something of a penthouse.  It was clean and nicely decorated and it had a lot of space.

Sitting your clutch down on one of the glass tables, you leaned down to remove your heels placing them neatly by the door.  You could hear the door shut behind you and the rustling of fabric, the dark-haired stranger removing his suit jacket before draping it over one of his arms.

“Make yourself comfortable,” the words were expressed smoothly as he walked past you to hang his jacket on the backs of one of the chairs.

Pursing your lips in amusement, you stepped further into the living room raising a hand to unlatch the button to your dress located at the base of your nape.  You’d need assistance with the zipper since it was conveniently placed dead center of your back.

The bright-eyed stranger turned around to give you a glance and he was met with you giving him your back and a sultry glance over your shoulder.

“Can you help me with this?” You asked, waiting for him to take action.

He stepped toward you took hold of the zipper and began to pull it down while you turned to face him while shimmying out of your gown.

“Are we making introductions?” He asked hastily.

Stepping out of the fabric that had pooled around your feet, you stepped into his arms resting a hand idly on his abdomen.  You stood before him in a black lace lingerie set that you had bought a good while ago.  It was never worn due to your boyfriend at the time preferring to argue with you all the time rather than touch you.

“You didn’t offer to give me an introduction, you offered an anatomy lesson.” Curling your fingers into the waist of the band of his slacks you tugged him closer.  Even though he was much larger and stronger than you he came willingly craning his neck down toward you.

The next moments were a blur.  All that you could fathom was that you were now splayed out underneath your new acquaintance, now naked and out of breath.

The brief second that he pulled his tongue out of your mouth you inhaled abruptly, whimpering at the bruising grip he presented at your hips.

“D-do you have a condom?” You crooned, as those long dexterous fingers of his curled inside you causing your legs to shake.

Your body was humming with electricity, it felt like he was touching you anywhere and everywhere all at once.

“P-please tell me you have a condom,” regaining your breath, you whimpered at the sudden emptiness of his fingers leaving the wetness between your legs.

His hips bumped against yours momentarily, his swelling girth nudging itself into the warmth of your cunt almost agonizingly slow.

“Ah, come on pretty thing, live a little” his words were hoarse, strained until he had buried himself at the hilt and he was quick to cover your lips with his own once more before he set an almost brutal pace inside of you.

Each time his pelvis met the apex of your thighs with a wet slap you released an involuntary squeak that was swallowed down just as quickly.

You weren’t sure how much time had gone by.  All that you knew was that you were completely focused on the man underneath you who had probably known your body better than you did at this point.  The time spent consisted of the constant melding of your body and his own for what seemed like hours.

Your body was still sensitive to the touch and covered in a thin film of perspiration.  Your thighs burned, muscles ached, and the noises you made while rolling your hips on top of him were akin to a songbird.

Dropping your eyes from his, they ventured further down to where your bodies were connected.  A faint happy trail of platinum blonde hair disappeared underneath the flat of his large palm, the pad of his thumb rubbing languid circles on your puffy swollen clit.

“That’s right,” his voice was soothing, a silky-smooth timbre that caused you to tremble in response.  “Fuck, you feel so good, keep going,”

You were well on the verge of your third orgasm of the night, a scalding tingling settling itself at the base of your spine.  The praising was appreciated, inducing a curling warmth in the depths of your belly causing your insides to constrict around his girth in near desperation.

Before your eyes began to roll to the back of your skill the subtle things about this man began to scream at you, and loudly.  The solitary tattoo at the base of his throat, in comparison with the black ink, etched over the front of his chest.

It screamed Yakuza gang member, but you didn’t care too distracted and desperate for the impending release that was more near than you anticipated.

Moaning pathetically, you threw your head lolled backward eyes pinching shut while you bucked your hips against his vehemently.  The wet sounds of skin against skin filled the room while you chased after the sweet release that was so close, it was practically lodged down your throat.

“I-I’m gonna’ to c-c-um,” he must have been close too, the fingers tucked into the soft fat of your hips tightened almost painfully as he drove his hips up into you to match your motions.

You could feel his abs flexing underneath your fingertips before he sat upright throwing both of his arms around your waist to wrench you tight against him.

He continued to pound into you, the wet friction between your legs plus the tip of his dick thrusting into you triggering that drawn-out orgasm to finally explode within you.

“O-oh, m-my god,” you wailed, obnoxiously loud your body convulsing in his hold.

Your cunt spasmed and constricted against his girth, the warmth of his cum seeping out of your abused hole.

You were spent.  Sluggishly you leaned into his arms, listening to the erratic beating of his heart humming in your ear.  This was… probably the best lay you’ve had ever in your life, maybe you were okay with not using a condom.

You gasped in surprise when he fell back against the sheets of the bed (taking you with him), allowing both of his hands to unravel from around you before falling flat against the mattress. 

It seemed as if he were trying to catch his breath, and regain his demeanor, while you lay limply against his chest in earnest trying to do the same.

“Are you okay?” you asked, humor light in your voice while managing to roll off him successfully, but not before pulling his softening manhood from out of you.

The warmth of his seed spilling on the sheets caused you to wince faintly, desperately wanting a bath to clean yourself up.  But you could barely move.

“Fine,” he replied, lavender hues heavily lidded and now staring up at the ceiling.

Groaning painfully, you pushed yourself up to swing both of your legs off the side of the bed.

“I should get going-”

A thick bicep around your waist, elicited a surprised yelp as he pulled you back into his arms pressing your back firmly against his chest.  You were both a sticky, sweaty mess.

“Stay, I might have to fuck again before I leave in the morning,”

Surprisingly, more so to yourself than anyone else.  You stayed.  You booked a whole-ass hotel room for yourself to sleep in and you stayed and slept with a man who you had no intention of getting to know.  You supposed that’s what made it okay. 

But when dawn came and he was still snoozing away beside you, utterly exhausted.  You made your way for the exit.  Even when you crept out of bed to get dressed to head back to your room, he was still deep in the throws of his slumber.  You didn’t bother him, you left it as it was.  A hook-up, and you checked out of the hotel, to get back home. 

You were running a few minutes late to the court hearing.  Your client was already seated down in front once you passed through the double wooden doors.

“It’s nice of you to join us Counselor L/N,” the judge presiding over the case, announced your arrival so abruptly, that it caused every head in the courtroom to turn to watch you make your way to wear the client was sitting.

Adjusting the black pencil skirt so that it fell back into place over your knees, you smiled faintly nodding in acknowledgment.  You literally walked in 2 minutes after the scheduled start time.

“I apologize for the tardiness your honor; I had some trouble getting into the courtroom.  It seems as if the bailiff was under the assumption that Mr. Baez would not have counsel today.”

Mr. Baez was your client.  Beforehand someone else was representing him, but you picked up his case last minute.  It seemed cut and dry.  Tapping the tip of your heels against the tile of the courtroom, you turned to your client who had attempted to get your attention.

He was speaking quietly, his hands nervously rubbing together.

“I want to drop the charges,” he admitted.

Blinking slowly, your brows pinched together tightly in a knot while tossing a gaze over toward the defendant’s table.  They were whispering to one another as well, the counselor’s eyebrows going up in surprise as he locked eyes with you.

His client, who was obscured by his attorney had disclosed something to him, and apparently, he thought it was very interesting. 

Turning back to Baez, you sighed under your breath before chewing on your bottom lip.

“Are you sure?  Why?  What aren’t you telling me?”

Something was off. 

“Counselors, approach the bench.” Judge Kyo requested the presence of both you and the other attorney, whose name you hadn’t caught as of yet. 

Tearing your gaze away from your client, you smoothed out the wrinkles in the cream button-down shirt you were wearing walking into the aisle to head towards the bench. 

On the way out, you locked eyes with a set of bright purple iris’ that had haunted your dreams for the past two weeks.  The man they belonged to, yep.  It was the same one you met a few weeks ago, an amused smile on his face while he eyed you with keen interest. 

This was bad.  This was really, really bad.  Cursing under your breath, you met with the judge and the other counselor waiting for the judge to start speaking.

“What do you have to say that couldn’t wait until we actually started, Mr. Tanaka?” Kyo was obviously annoyed, he ran a hand over his forehead to wipe at the perspiration and pushed a few grey strands of hair out of his face.

Tanaka smiled smugly before acknowledging the judge and turned his attention to you instead before looking you over in entirety.  Eyes going over every single inch of you before resting on your face.  It seemed very inappropriate.

“Ms. L/N, it’s nice to meet you formally.” He quipped, turning back to the judge.  “I just wanted to inform you, that I have just come across some interesting information for the court that is certainly a conflict of interest for Ms. L/N, representing Mr. Baez.”

Fuck.

Your heart sank into the pit of your stomach.  Sighing in annoyance, you glanced down at the floor almost convinced that it may have fallen right out of your ass to land between your feet on the floor.

“And that is?” Kyo pressed, his patience obviously wearing thin.

“I think it would be better discussed in your chambers your honor; we really don’t want anyone else getting wind of this.  It’s a bit personal.”

“Son of a bitch,” you cursed under your breath while walking out of the now-empty courtroom. 

You were mortified, embarrassed, and on the verge of tears as you forced your way through the wooden doors toward the lobby.  You were grateful, it was vaguely empty.  There were patrons here and there, but no one was paying you any mind.

Mr. Baez would be required to find other venues for council.  You couldn’t represent him, because of the accusation that came from the “defendant”. 

Tanaka insisted that you tried to seduce his client, to gain leverage in the case against him versus Mr. Baez.

Ran Haitani.  You didn’t find out his name until you were able to sit down and look over the complaint.  Apparently, he was a thug.  A gang member as you suspected.  You fucked a gang member, before going to defend a client who had a complaint filed against him.

You whimpered under your breath, the all-consuming misery now swallowing you whole.  Hastily pressing the key fob to unlock your black 2022 Lexus RX.

Oh, how you wished the earth would just open up and consume you.  Things really had a way of always screwing you over in the end, this was probably one of the top ten ridiculous events in your life you have ever had to deal with.

Grasping the door handle, you yanked it open turning your head in the direction of a familiar voice behind you.

“Nice, ride.”

There he was, Ran Haitani in all his glory standing a few feet away from you.  You wanted to scream at him, it wouldn’t have hurt to throw a few punches either.

With a hand still on the door handle of your car, your bleary eyes widened in shock while your emotions began to get the better of you.

“You need to get the fuck away from me,” you demanded, pride still wounded from being embarrassed in court.

Ran held both of his hands up in defense, tucking his bottom lip into his mouth.  He looked like he was holding back a very amused grin.

“I’m sorry, I had to do that to you up there.” He let out a chuckle before taking a tentative step forward.  “How was I supposed to know that the best fuck of my life was going to be defending the guy trying to send me to jail,”

Releasing the door handle you pressed yourself against the side of your car, utterly flabbergasted.  Looking around the underground parking lot, you made sure there was no one in earshot to hear this man blab about his sexual encounters so nonchalantly.

“Let me make it up to you, I promise to make it worth your while.”

Was this really happening?  What on God’s green earth did you do as a person to end up in whatever sort of situation this was?  God was testing you; he was testing you, right?

You could lose your license to practice for an accusation like this, this man was out of his fucking mind.

“I could lose my fucking job for this you asshole!” you screeched, your eyes brimming heavily with tears.  “This isn’t a fucking game; you stay away from me Mr. Haitani.”

Ran cooed in amusement, shoving one of his hands in the pocket of his slacks.

“Listen baby, you lose your job at whatever firm you’re working for.  You can come work for me,” Raising both eyebrows he grinned before choking out a hearty laugh.  “And I promise I’ll take care of you.”

[under-and-over-the-moon]

Hunger II | Hyunjin

*Please read Hunger before the below for context*

pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

genre: historical!au, fantasy!au, soulmate!au, fluff, smut, angst

word count: 5.8k

warnings: smut!(so please do not read if you’re under 18), masturbation (both), mutual manual stimulation, description of penetrative sex, LOTS of what I would describe as “fluffy angst”, also just some normal angst, Hyunjin is the softest husband, some self-doubt, infidelity fears, medical examination, pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy-adjacent conditions (nausea, fatigue, etc.), an absolute political garbage fire, iffy handling of said garbage fire, lying, outdated gender roles, generally complicated morality going on, let me know if I missed anything

Note that all characters are adults.

A/N: not me saying I would write Part II to resolve the chaotic loose ends and then ending Part II with this 😂 But anything past ~5k makes me tired, so I decided to split Part II in two (maybe three?). I promise that in Part III we will actually start resolving some things 😅

Minors DNI/DNF/Do not read!

Comments, reblogs, questions, and theories always appreciated! 😊

~~~

And you then felt him kiss your forehead, below your ear, your neck, below your jaw, your cheeks, every place he knew you liked, every inch of skin he could reach, whispering:

“I love you…I love you…I love you…I love you…”

~~~

You woke up to the gentle buzz of early morning, the kind that settles in your bones like a comfortable weight. In these early hours, when most of the city still was sleeping, it felt as if all of your problems were out of reach, living in an untouchable future far outside your calm, quiet bubble. A cool breeze blew through the gossamer curtains, chilling your skin, and you instinctively nestled back into your husband who lay behind you, still asleep.

And then you felt it, him, hard against your back, and you immediately felt a heat pool between your legs, a pressure you had to relieve. And so, quietly as you could as to not disturb him, your hand wandered between your legs, rubbing softly at the tension. You closed your eyes and began melting into the feeling, when you felt a hand slide gently along your arm.

“You need something from me, baby?” he said, and you could feel his smile at the back of your neck.

Your cheeks heated - even though he had been inside you last night, there was something newly intimate to him finding you like this, aching for him so badly that you had to touch yourself.

“Fuck, Hyunjin…” you breathed, “It’s just that your…and I…”

“I know, baby,” he said, placing a soft kiss at the base of your neck.

“Let me take over…” he said, his hand now sliding down over yours, placing it down on the mattress, “Or do you want me to take you from behind? You want to feel it inside you?”

Your stomach tightened at the thought of him, with one hand lovingly holding your waist, his head buried in your neck as he slipped inside you. But you were curious…

“I do, but…I want to try something else first…” you flipped over, making eye contact with Hyunjin. He looked back at you with wide eyes, the normal sweetness in his expression eclipsed by something dark and wild. This was perhaps your favorite discovery about him - as he let himself relax, you saw how soft and sweet he was, how playful he was, how desperately he just wanted to make you feel safe and happy. But there was also a side to him, that came out in moments like these, that was confident and maybe just a little arrogant. You loved seeing the way both swirled together, like the place where a babbling brook joins rough seas.

You grabbed his penis and moved your thumb upwards, up and over the head, his initial gasp turning into a moan.

“Can you show me how to do it right, though?” you asked, letting go of it. You were embarrassed that you had to ask, but the harshness in his eyes gave way to something soft and understanding. He didn’t judge you for not knowing - he understood that your circumstances just hadn’t allowed you to learn, in the same way he wouldn’t know how to wage war.

“Of course,” he said, smiling brightly, his sweet self fully back for a moment, “It would literally be my pleasure.”

You scoffed at his cheesiness, but you were too turned on for it to sound like anything other than a moan.

And so he reached down and wrapped his hand around his own member, pumping slowly at first and then speeding up, his eyes darkening. You felt the pressure between your legs intensify. You had never seen anything so raw, so vulnerable, so shameless.

“I like…” he said, voice breaking, “…this speed. And focus on the head - that’s where I’m most sensitive.”

He grimaced, a groan slipping past his lips, but this time it was one of pure pleasure. He dropped himself for a second and guided your hand around him, laying his on top of yours to show you how he liked it before letting go. And now, he let himself fully fall in the feeling, eyes screwed shut, head thrown back.

“Yes…just like…that,” he breathed, barely able to form words.

“Hyunjin…” you said. His eyes snapped open, momentarily concerned. “Can you please touch me too? I might burst if you don’t.”

And so he smiled, before the next wave of pleasure hit him, wiping it off his face, and reached between your legs and then inside you, his fingers hitting that tender spot while his thumb brushed your clit. And so the two of your lay there, working towards one another’s pleasure, until both of you came with a cry, panting as he pulled you onto him.

“Fuck…” he said, the softness pooling back into his eyes as he came down from his high, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, very,” you said, smiling back at him.

He kissed you on the forehead and then said, “Let’s get you cleaned up. I made a mess.” Indeed, the remnants of him were spread across your leg, and you lay there awkwardly, unmoving, until he came back to gently wipe it away with a damp cloth.

He then joined you back on the bed, nestling back into you, kissing you gently on the underside of your jaw. You felt your heart flutter.

“I was thinking…” he said, placing another kiss on the spot below your ear that he knew felt especially good, “That we could have a proper wedding ceremony when we get back home.”

“Why?” you asked, half fighting the arousal bubbling up as he sucked at the skin below your ear, half relinquishing yourself to it. “We are already married before the gods.”

He paused his attentions for a moment to look at you. “I know you were excluded from this part of life for so long,” he said, “I want you to have the full experience. Every part of it. I know our families might not want to participate, but even if it’s just us two…”

You felt as if your heart was going to burst. You had never thought about a wedding - never imagined what it would be like to put on a special dress, to have your husband look at you lovingly as you tied your hands together. It has just seemed to out of reach, a foolish thing to imagine. But here your husband was, knowing you, knowing what you didn’t even dare to ask for, because he knew what it was like to ache for something you’d been told you could never have. He wanted you to have all of it.

You started imagining how he would look in all his finery. Gazing at you, only you. Proud to have you. Maybe some of your sisters could even help get you ready. You were sure some of them would be willing to go against your father, glad that you had, unexpectedly, found a match.

You beamed at him, and said, “I’d like that.”

You would have loved nothing more than to stay there the whole day, to bask in your radiant husband’s glow, imagine your ceremony, explore the many places you never even dreamed you would get to visit. But, reality was starting to hit - the morning sun was beginning to glare harshly through the window, the tranquility of dawn evaporating with its mists.

You moved your hand to your temple, massaging where you felt a headache already forming.

“I’ll have to request an audience with the king today,” you said, “To get you out of this marriage.”

Hyunjin propped himself up on one arm to look at you, a hint of apprehension in his expression.

“How are we going to do that with minimal collateral damage?” he asked, “I mean, our families are not going to be happy that the deal fell through, but I think the eastern kingdom won’t be pleased either. Even if they have less to lose than we do.”

“It’ll be…tricky. We certainly don’t want to anger them,” you admitted, “But it helps that nothing has been signed at this point, nothing officially agreed upon. I think our best bet is for you to act ill today, pretend that you are still in the state you were yesterday. We’ll tell them we are waiting for it to clear, but you need to make a show of it intensifying over a week. Illness should make them skittish, at least willing to postpone. They can’t have their beloved princess marrying someone weak. And regardless, if we don’t sign, they can’t do anything about it legally.”

“So, I shouldn’t tell them that my travel companion fucked me back to health?” he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“No, that is certainly not what you should do,” you said, smiling back. “I should get dressed. If the servants find us like this, it will complicate our story significantly.”

Hyunjin sighed, falling back on the pillows, as you stood up, stretching.

“I wish things weren’t so complicated,” he said, “I wish we could just spend the whole day in bed like any other newlywed couple.”

“We’ll have a lifetime for that,” you said, smiling at him as you pulled your dress on, and hastily tying your hair back. Just as you secured the last pin, there was a knock at the door.

“Lord Hyunjin?” a voice called through the door.

Hyunjin looked to you, a question on his face, and you gave a quick nod.

“Enter!” yelled Hyunjin.

The door swung open, revealing the willowy figure of Advisor Casen.

“I just came to check in on how Hyunjin was feeling,” he said, eyeing Hyunjin suspiciously with another half-smile.

You stood at your full height, mentally struggling to switch yourself back into your professional persona only minutes after Hyunjin had come undone in your hand, and you on his. You were fortunate that you had gotten dressed when you did - the scene would look normal and innocent from the advisor’s perspective.

“I’ve been watching him throughout the night,” you said, and Hyunjin’s eyes flicked up to you, the half-truth of the statement flitting across his expression, “to see if his condition would improve. But it appears he is still in a tremendous amount of pain.”

Then, in a semi-unconvincing bit of acting, Hyunjin grimaced, gripping at his side.

“I would like to request an audience with the king,” you said, “to discuss the situation.”

“Yes,” replied Advisor Casen, “I think the king would like to see you as well. Please come to the throne room at 10.”

And with that he bowed his head slightly towards Hyunjin, and exited the room, his robes swooshing behind him.

~~~

You arrived in the throne room around twenty minutes later, Hyunjin now fully dressed in deep blue robes that had also been gifted to him by his former future father-in-law. The throne room was as spectacular as every other part of the palace - gilded, with high ceilings and a row of soaring windows through which you could see the sparkling sea. The king was sitting on his throne, casually sipping a goblet of wine, and he grinned as you entered the room.

“Ah! You’re here. And how is Hyunjin?” he said.

You turned to Hyunjin, and then back to the king, molding your features into a look of concern.

“He is still feeling quite ill,” you said, “Stomach pain, fatigue, fever, dizzy spells. I know we originally set today as the day of the ceremony, but it is my recommendation that we wait a week to see if his condition improves. The health of Hyunjin is of utmost importance, so I will need to see that he returns to normal before we sign our end of the agreement.”

“Your end of the agreement?” said the king, “Don’t you know that Cyrus already signed that many years ago? This visit is purely to see if we are sure that this deal is in our best interests. And after your very thorough case last night regarding the current status of your trading routes, advisor, and seeing the way my Lia looks at Hyunjin, I must say that I’m convinced. I see no reason why we should delay.”

Your heart dropped. How could Cyrus have left out that he had already signed away Hyunjin years ago? Sure, before the events of last night that wouldn’t have mattered. Your briefing had only mentioned that you should convince the eastern kingdom, not that you should do an inventory yourself to see that the deal was worthwhile. Now you found yourself without leverage, without a say, floundering.

“But his health?” you asked.

“To be quite honest, advisor, I’m unconcerned,” he admitted, “Hyunjin is young, and, by all accounts, healthy. It is likely at most to be exhaustion, or perhaps a reaction to the richness of our food.”

He said this pointedly, a subtle dig at your clans, which were often degraded as simple, base.

“If it would put your mind at ease, I can have one of our royal doctors examine him,” he muttered, “They are expertly trained and will be able to rule out any serious illness.”

“But-” you protested.

“Advisor Le!” called the king, and a stocky man came running.

“Yes, your majesty?” he asked.

“Please call Doctor Herren. He will be doing a pre-wedding examination on our Hyunjin here.”

You felt bile rise in your throat, hated the way he had claimed ownership over Hyunjin. Had claimed more ownership than Hyunjin even had over himself.

As Advisor Le rushed away, you turned to see Hyunjin, panic flashing on his face before he hid it. You hated seeing that, the way old Hyunjin was come back, wiping away the man with whom you had spent the night with the dutiful shell you had traveled with for weeks. But you knew he was trying to keep it together to ease your own nerves, your own guilt, and this is how he had grown up to cope with uncertainty.

Doctor Herren soon entered the room, the sound of his boots against the marble echoing in the hall, ghostly like the chiming of funeral bells.

“Hyunjin, please follow me,” he said.

With one last glance at you, Hyunjin followed the doctor.

~~~

“He appears to be in excellent health,” said Doctor Herren, re-entering the hall twenty minutes later. “A perfect specimen, really. If he is experiencing any discomfort, it is transient.”

“Excellent news!” said the king, clapping his hands together, “Lia will be thrilled! I’ll let her know the wedding will proceed tonight as planned.”

You could see Hyunjin swallow hard, and your own heart dropped, but you fought to control your breathing.

“Congratulations to the happy couple,” you grimaced, and then added, “May I request that I remain in the palace until his pains improve, until he is settled in, as a clan representative?”

“As you wish,” said the king, an air of superiority permeating each word. He had gotten what he wanted, and now he clearly did not care what you did.

~~~

You were kept separate from Hyunjin during the wedding preparations, as was custom in the eastern kingdom. He would be attended only by male servants, who would dress him in an elaborate white robe, signifying a blank slate, his readiness to start a new life. You were left alone in your room, to process everything that had just happened. Luckily, you were good at keeping calm under pressure - this wasn’t the first negotiation that had gone off the rails, just the first one that had because it had gone too well.

You thought of Hyunjin, your heart dropping. How he must feel like the walls were squeezing in on him. How terrified he must be to be facing the life he thought he had escaped. You felt guilt and shame - how could you have let this happen?

You cursed yourself for being too convincing the night before, for not being more insistent that Hyunjin tell you what was going on before the dinner. For not clarifying with Cyrus whether or not he had signed his part of the deal. Your brain was spinning, but you tried to remind yourself that you were an expert at this kind of negotiation. You would find a way out. You had to find a way out.

But you couldn’t deny that a new weight had settled in your heart, heavy and aching.

When it approached 6, you took a deep breath and dragged yourself down to the main hall, where flowers of every variety had been laid out around the seats and woven into a canopy above your head. And then you saw your husband, absolutely dazzling in white, standing at the very front of the aisle, in front of the princess. Nothing could have readied you for the speed at which your heart dropped to the floor, the way it shattered.

The ceremony proceeded as normal. The people around you smiled, happy to be joining the east and west, even if it were just for the trade benefits. Lia herself was radiant, beautiful, dressed in white to mirror Hyunjin. But while she gazed at him the whole ceremony, he looked at you.

You knew from the expression in his eyes that this was killing him too, from the absolute anguish painted on his features. But you could hear, deep in a rotten part of your soul, a voice saying of course. of course it’s like this. you knew you couldn’t have this. silly girl. so silly to imagine yourself, in a pretty dress, in her position, him holding your hands.

You had fought to keep your face neutral the whole ceremony, but finally you cracked, silent tears streaming down your face.

Hyunjin was still looking at you as the tears fell, and you saw the guilt behind his eyes surge past the anguish. He knew what you were thinking. And he hated himself for placing the image in your head that was now breaking apart, the shards like daggers to your heart.

~~~

When the ceremony concluded, you left as quickly as you could, Hyunjin’s eyes trailing after you. You rushed up the stairs, fighting against time to get to your room before the full sobs broke out. You shut the door behind you just in time, sinking to the floor, inconsolable. There was no one to console you anyway.

A few minutes later, you heard the door creak open, but you couldn’t see past the tears, and you were too lost to yourself to even care who had entered.

You felt arms envelop you, pulling you close.

“Oh, baby,” you heard Hyunjin say, still unable to see.

And you then felt him kiss your forehead, below your ear, your neck, below your jaw, your cheeks, every place he knew you liked, every inch of skin he could reach, whispering:

“I love you…I love you…I love you…I love you…”

You weren’t sure if this confession made you feel better or worse, but his proximity calmed you, the fact that you were no longer alone.

“How did you get up here?” you asked, “What about the reception?”

“I snuck away,” he said, kissing you now on your wrist, then your palm, “I saw you during the ceremony…I couldn’t leave you alone after that.” And then he hugged you extra tight, sighing.

“I have to get back,” he said, “So they don’t get suspicious. But I need you to know - you are my wife, always. It will always be you. Nothing else is real. We’ll find a way out of this.”

Your vision had cleared somewhat, and you saw a flash of apprehension as he leaned forward, kissing so tenderly the warped skin around your eye.

“Never doubt that,” he said. And then with one last squeeze and a kiss on the lips, you were again alone on the floor.

~~~

By the time night fell, you had calmed yourself, had forced yourself back in the professional persona that had accompanied you your entire life before last night. You had a problem, and you had to focus on how to solve that problem.

Otherwise, you would think about where Hyunjin was. About how it was his wedding night technically, with the only person he was legally married to. How the room only had one bed. How, regardless of his feelings, he would almost certainly have to consummate his new marriage with her tonight or risk an even greater mess.

You trusted Hyunjin, You did. Even if he did sleep with her, you had to trust that you were still the one he loved. But also, that same rotten voice from before was screaming at you. You knew countless men who had strayed. why would this be any different?

~~~

The next few days passed slowly, painfully. You barely saw Hyunjin. He was kept, it seemed, functionally locked up in a separate part of a palace, one that conveniently no one had told you the way to. Advisors occasionally came to give you an update (usually some variation of “he still complains of pain and fatigue but doctors assure me that he is well”), clearly frustrated that you were still there, but you never actually saw him to confirm. You knew he was busy, that his new status no doubt kept him away, tied up in one thousand different tasks. But you still missed him.

And his absence did nothing to quiet that voice, constantly chanting but what if? what if he’s already forgotten you? moved on? what if the tattoo, the bond, is not so strong?

In some ways, the separation made it easier. Every night your bed felt empty, but you were starting to get used to being alone again. You felt yourself slipping back into the life you always imagined you would lead.

Maybe the gods had only sent him so you could have a taste of what having a partner could feel like. Maybe you should be grateful you even had one night with him.

You tried to convince yourself you would be fine even if you never saw him again. If you never spoke to him again. If you never held him again. But the assurances, even to yourself, felt hollow. A small part of you wished that you had never agreed to complete the connection. Your life would have been small, but it would have felt complete. Now you were expanded, but you didn’t have enough to fill the space - it was like a cavern, and every thought echoed in it, reminding you again and again of the emptiness.

You spent most of your time in the palace library, which, like the rest of the building, was massive. It was a generally underutilized space, so no one ever took notice of you or asked what you were doing there. You were free to go through legal book after legal book, looking for some kind of loophole out of the marriage contract, until your eyes glazed over and fatigue made it too hard to continue.

And so you continued this way, the days merging into weeks, your time with Hyunjin feeling more and more like an illusion.

~~~

One night, while you were reviewing documents on your balcony, you heard a knock at your door. Your heart skipped. Could it be Hyunjin?

“Come in!” you called, hurriedly rising to your feet and straightening your skirts.

“Sorry to disturb you,” said a soft female voice, and you turned around to see who it was.

“Oh, Princess Lia,” you said, bowing, “You aren’t disturbing me at all. What brings you here?”

“I just…” she mumbled, nervously, “I wanted to ask you a question. As Hyunjin’s former advisor.”

Former. It stung.

“Of course,” you replied, biting back the hurt.

“But I ask for your discretion please,” she said, “It’s a, um…delicate matter.”

“Naturally,” you stated, settling into a chair, “Whatever is said here stays here.”

“Okay,” she said, taking a deep breath, clearly trying to steady herself, “So as you know, Hyunjin and I have been married for a few weeks. And well, we um…we haven’t consummated our marriage yet.”

“Oh,” you said, the weight of your heart lightening for the first time in weeks, “And what is the reason?”

“Well he uh,” she said, clearly trying to hold tears back, “he refuses. He won’t even sleep in the same bed as me. Won’t even look at me. I’ve tried everything. Everything. My father has him functionally sequestered, threatening to never let him out if he doesn’t ‘fulfill his duty’ but I want my husband to want me. Not be forced to want me.”

You felt queasy. Part of you was elated. Your husband had waited for you, stayed faithful to you, loving only you. And yet, at the same time, your heart hurt for Lia, tangled in this same mess, totally unaware of the mechanics underlying her current situation. You too knew what it was like to be confused by Hyunjin.

But also, a little bit of you was angry with her - it was her insistence that had led Hyunjin to the capitol in the first place, to grow up in the twisted, suffocating way that he did. She could have chosen anyone from the central clans, but she had to choose the prettiest one. You knew this was unfair - she was stuck in her own limitations, the only (partial) choice she really had was who she would marry - but you were exhausted and lightheaded and you just wanted someone to place your anger on.

“I just…” she sniffed, “What am I doing wrong? What can I do? I thought maybe you might have some insight, since you know him better. I would have come to you sooner, but father doesn’t want everyone to know. Doesn’t want the news to get out. He thinks it…he thinks that maybe it would get out that I’m not attractive enough for him, desirable enough, that he rejected me.”

“I mean,” she said, a tear threatening to roll down her cheek, “You’ve seen him. Maybe I’m not good enough for him.”

Your heart ached for her. How well you knew that feeling, replayed in your mind again and again when you were a child, hope after hope dashed. You hated how she was blaming this on herself, as women were so often taught to do.

And what could you say to her? It’s not like you could say the truth, and there was no half-truth that would suffice.

But then you thought of something, another wave of queasiness hitting you. You knew it was disingenuous, maybe just on the softened edge of cruel, but it was an opportunity and you had to take it.

“I can talk to him, if you want,” you said, “If you give me clearance, perhaps a guard can take me to your chambers so that I can speak with him? See what’s going on?”

“Yes, I would appreciate that,” said Lia, “I’ll let the guard closest to your room know. Whenever you can, tell him and he’ll bring you to our chambers.”

You pushed down your moral qualms, shoving it under your excitement.

“Great,” you said, “I’ll be there tomorrow.”

~~~

You woke up the next morning before dawn, your head pounding, the world spinning.

You stumbled over to the washbasin as a wave of nausea hit you. You gripped the edge of it, breathing slowly, trying to push the bile back down. Shaking, you sat back down on your bed, another wave of nausea cresting and then subsiding.

Fuck. No.

You thought back to your last cycle, trying to count back the number of weeks. Time had stretched and shrank erratically since you starting your journey, so you had completely lost track. And so you started to count the weeks.

1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…

Oh no. You were late. You were very late.

You fumbled to push your sleeves away from your wrist, placing two fingers at your pulse point, counting carefully. You had learned this trick on previous trips, to pull out whenever the virtue of one of the betrothed was questioned. You never thought you would have to use it on yourself.

After an excruciating minute, it was confirmed.

And despite your panic, you felt a pang of joy that, even with your separation, you had a piece of Hyunjin inside of you.

But what would you do? You would need to tell Hyunjin, of course, but…it also meant that you needed to leave the palace yesterday. Your clothing would hide the bump for some time, but if anyone found out, if there was any slip-up, it could mean dire consequences for both you and Hyunjin. The timing was just too suspicious. The eastern kingdom was known for its swift and severe punishment, the courts heavily leaning against those who were foreign-born.

And, on a very practical level, you would have to return to your clan on horseback, and you could not do that while heavily pregnant. Your balance would be too thrown off, the risk off falling too great, the danger to the baby too high.

You felt your breathing speed up as the panic set in, and you lay down for a moment to calm yourself, a hand absentmindedly making its way to your stomach.

You had to tell Hyunjin.

~~~

You found yourself, later in the day, knocking on Hyunjin’s bridal suite door. Lia had greeted you at the door, agreeing to give you some time alone. You had told her, lying through your teeth, that you thought it might allow him to be more candid.

“Enter!” yelled Hyunjin.

Despite all the panic, despite all the uncertainty, the sound of his voice filled you with such warmth you almost couldn’t breathe.

You slowly pushed open the door, revealing Hyunjin seated on the balcony, facing towards the sea.

You slowly closed the door behind you, and then said softly, “Hyunjin…”

He whipped his head around, his face lighting up as he ran to you, pulling you into his arms. He kissed your lips and then below your ear, your neck, trailing downwards, the lust and the love mixing on his lips.

“I’ve missed you…so much…every day…I’ve never touched her…I don’t care how long I’m stuck here…it’s only you.”

“I know, I know,” you said, stroking the back of his head. You could hear how desperate he was to assure you that he had been faithful.

“But Hyunjin, stop, we don’t have much time,” you said, and he stopped, panic in his eyes.

You took a deep breath and, taking his hand, guided it to your stomach as you looked at him intently.

And then you saw the recognition dawn in his eyes, looking at you in wonder.

“You’re..?”

“Yes,” you said, a single tear rolling down your face.

“I can’t believe,” he said, “that fast?” He pulled you into a tight embrace, kissing your lips, then your forehead, his own eyes filling with tears. “I love you so much. So much.”

“I love you too,” you said, allowing yourself for a moment to melt into him, to pretend you were in your own home, not the wedding suite he shared with another woman. When you pulled apart, he was beaming at your words.

“Maybe it happened so fast because of the bond?” you theorized, “But regardless, it means that I have to leave now. It’s too risky to stay here, and it gets riskier to ride on horseback the longer I wait.”

The happiness in his eyes dulled to pain immediately as he realized that this wasn’t just a reunion, and then that he couldn’t be there for you as his child grew inside you.

“It kills me that I can’t go with you, that I can’t take care of you…But will you be safe? That whole journey, by yourself..,” he dropped his head into his hands, “I hate this, I hate that I can’t do anything.”

“I’ll be fine,” you said, “I’ve done dozens of journeys by myself. Most of the time people just think I’m a man and don’t mess with me. Or they see the clan garb and know my family will track them down. Besides, the route we came on is, as they go, pretty much uninhabited once you get outside the city.”

“I promise as soon as I’m free,” he said, guilt weighting heavily in his eyes, “I’ll take such good care of you, anything you need, any hour.”

“I’ll rub your feet, get you pig’s feet and dip them in chocolate if that’s what you’re craving,” he said, half-laughing and half-crying.

And, despite your frustrations with Lia, you were so grateful to her that she had given you this single private moment to say goodbye to your husband, so you could greet an uncertain future.

He opened his mouth to speak again, but there were no words that could hold the weight of how he felt. So instead, as tears welled in his eyes, he pulled you so close it felt as if he were trying to fuse a piece of you into him to keep.

“I’ll come back for you,” you said through sobs, “Even if I have to come back one thousand times, with a baby strapped to my back, and consult every book on this earth to find a loophole, I will.”

He pulled away from you for just a second, tearing at the neck of his robes to expose the upper part of his chest. He then ever so gently placed one hand on your stomach, while guiding yours to the center of his chest. The image of him holding your baby as he smiled back at you flashed in your mind. He said nothing, but looked at you with an intensity that you’d never seen from him. A silent promise of the future to which you had both committed, now growing between you.

He then softly laid your hand on the tattoo at the upper right corner of his chest, pressing his hand over yours. The image of him, gray and aged, cupping your face tenderly in bed, flashed through your mind. And then he reached out to cup your face in the present moment.

“My wife,” he said “always.”

~~~

“I’m sorry, Princess,” you said as you closed the door, swallowing back a sob, hoping the tears had fully dried from your face, “I couldn’t get anything out of him.”

“Thank you for trying anyway,” said Lia, looking a bit disappointed, “I appreciate it anyhow.” You could tell she was crushed, but her royal training allowed her to mostly smooth it away.

“But I do know,” you said, “It’s not you. It’s not your fault. I guarantee you are enough. This is Hyunjin’s own issue.”

“Thank you,” she said, her expression growing weakly brighter.

You nodded quickly, and said “Good day, Princess,” bowing towards her.

And as you walked away, she just caught how you absentmindedly placed your hand on your stomach.

~~~

* PART III NOW HERE* :)

A/N: the warning really should have read: Hyunjin is the softest husband for 1/2 of his wives 😬

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taglist: @hwangful​

Photo by Gaetano Cessati on Unsplash  

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

tuxedo iii, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, mentions of previous jungkook x reader

summary: It’s the next morning. Your cat is still a man. Fuck. He still thinks he owns the place, including you. Sigh. Well, you still have to do your job, because, yikes, your cat-man has spent a small fortune on new clothes (spending like he’s got a black card, what’s up with that?). Ah, but... maybe both of you are starting to finally acknowledge that he might be a more man than cat – at least for the time being...?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, mentions of the coronavirus pandemic; possibly full-on crack; mentions of and a tiny bit of smut (fem reader, spanking, doggy, unintentional??? voyeurism, dry humping / thigh riding); domestic and soft moments with your cat-man; non-idol!AU - cat!Yoongi x human!reader; ft slightly cocky Jeon Jungkook (+drama!!!) and bestfriend!Kim Seokjin; breaking of the fourth wall; are YOU a furry? yeah, I kinda think you are

*deep breath* I reference a certain boat that was stuck in the Suez Canal, Yoongi's livestream where he poked himself in the nose with the coffee straw, his love for tangerines, too many Twitch chat memes, that time his mom called him a boiled dumpling, 'BST' pink pajama Yoongi, DTS, TXT's 'Cat & Dog', etc...

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part i | part ii

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You woke up slowly. 

A perfect, peaceful morning. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Neck cradled by your memory foam pillow? Check. Back well supported by your soft mattress? Check. Not sleeping on your sofa and destroying your spine? Check. Hey, you’re moving up in life! Ah, what a normal day already. You opened your eyes a crack; vision blurred from the morning sunlight filtering through your curtains. Bundled in your minty-green duvet? Check. Wearing your extra soft black-and-white striped pajamas? Check. 

Large pale human hand firmly gripping your right titty? Check. 

Wait… 

What?

Your eyes snapped open and flew to your left. 

Min Yoongi's face was centimeters from yours, buried into your pillow, messy bedhead sticking out everywhere. Black choker with the tiny silver bell around his neck. Still had those black velvety pointed cat ears and glowing pale skin, pretty pink lips ever-so-slightly upturned, warm exhale against your ear. 

Your cat still a disturbingly handsome man?

Ah, yup, check. 

His hand was on your right breast, fingers molded to the soft curve. A quick glance and, whew, he was still fully dressed in his black t-shirt and sweatpants from yesterday. Yes, fully, completely dressed. Shit, what if he caught you staring? You quickly flickered your eyes up at the ceiling, hastily wiping the drool away from your mouth. Whoa there. That would be embarrassing if he caught that.

Also, kind of gross. Don’t be gross. Keep it together.

Hahaha…

Well, yup, this was still awkward, the whole hand-on-the-titty thing, hahaha, but not as awkward as it would be if, hahaha, you accidentally, oh, don't know, hahaha, got really, really, really disgustingly drunk and, hahaha, had somehow lost all impulse control and, hahaha, fucked your cat?

Man.

Cat-man. 

Hahaha, that would never happen. You’d make sure of that.

... 

Unless?

No, no, no, stop, he's your cat, your cat, he's literally been a (cat) man for one fucking day, albeit a incredibly hot, deliciously built (cat) man who put your facial massager on your nipple and let you touch his human dick in the shower and he was hard for a hot second, so... no, no, no, stop, you are not a desperate thot, get a fucking grip – well, you kind of are – but not him, for fuck’s sake, you still don't understand what the fuck is going on or if he even remotely likes you and, let's face it, he probably doesn’t because you almost paid a guy to chop off his nuts–

"Are you dying?"

You choked on air and lurched sharply at the sudden deep, raspy voice. The grip on your right breast tightened, preventing you from moving away. You did what any sensible human being would do in this situation and wheezed like you were on the verge of passing out. 

"Urk!"

"Do you have high blood pressure?" Yoongi yawned calmly, turning his face to the side to avoid breathing in your face, thereby pressing his body even closer to you. Your neck and ears heated to five billion degrees. "Your heart's beating abnormally fast. Maybe you should see a doctor."

You definitely needed to see a doctor for something as well as several gallons of holy water and a priest to get an exorcism for that horny demon inside you. 

"Y-Your hand!"

Yoongi grunted. "What about it?"

What about it???

"It's on my tits!" you squeaked.

Yoongi lifted his head, squinting. "It is." Then his head dropped and he closed his eyes again. 

HELLO, Min Yoongi? That's ALL you have to say???

"Is there a problem?"

IS THERE A PROBLEM???????

"I've always slept like this," he mumbled.

That's... true though. Your tuxedo cat, previously named Shooky until you realized he had his own name, did used to always sleep next to you, when he wasn’t trying to murder you by sitting on your chest, that is (he was adamant on letting you know when he needed breakfast). Usually, your cat was splayed out by your left side, his long body extended and pressed against you, his white, sock-like paws encircling your arm. Shooky had basically been a small furry heater that kicked you sometimes in his sleep. 

Keyword: small.

"Y-You w-were a cat!" you sputtered.

"I'm still a cat."

"No, you're a man! With arms!"

"The reach is a little farther. Who cares?"

WHO CARES???????

Before you could very loudly inform Yoongi who exactly cared – that’s you, by the way, yes, you – he wrapped his arms around you and yanked your body to his, turning you into a red-hot chili pepper with the amount of heat your face was now emitting. Then his free hand grabbed your other titty. Without asking! Without even so much as buying you dinner or, hell, giving you a goddamn cracker! You didn't need to be wined and dined, but at least a single fucking snack before using your tits like his own personal stress ball!

Yoongi pressed your back into his chest.

You froze. 

He pressed his crotch into your ass, shivering slightly.

Your soul left your body. 

"Ugh, this human body is terrible," Yoongi muttered. "Always so cold. I need this extra body heat or I'll die."

You'll die? YOU’LL DIE?

You were pretty sure that you were already dead. Rest in peace.

Hang on. 

Something was stuck in a very specific place, quite similar to a far-too-large boat in a narrow canal.

"Um."

Er...

"What?" your cat-man grunted.

"Your..." You gulped. "Dick."

"What about it?"

"You, uh... have morning wood."

"Is that a human euphemism?" he grumbled impatiently, clear annoyance in his tone. "I don't understand your species. Wouldn't it be easier to be straightforward and explain yourself clearly?"

A muscle in your eye twitched, reaching breaking point.

"Your dick is rock-hard and you're shoving it between my ass cheeks!"

"Yeah, so? It's cold too."

Your irritation fizzled out at Yoongi’s self-assured, completely calm response. In fact, he sounded borderline bored and exasperated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His hard dick was cold, so he put it in the warmest place he could find, your ass, duh. Nothing weird about it, of course. Your mind reeled, unable to compute what the fuck was going on. Thus, your body did what it did best in these moments where you did not want to give a response that would most certainly expose you and your dire need to get dicked.

Not deal with it, of course.

You fainted.

-

"Fuck!"

You shot out of bed at the harsh yell, tangled in the covers, barely registering that Yoongi no longer had a death grip on your tits – in fact, he was no longer in bed at all – and stumbled towards the source of the sound, highly disoriented, your earlier fainting spell turning you into a bumbling mess.

Admittedly, not that different from your usual self.

(Ouch, roasted.)

"What, what, what?" you croaked, running into the doorframe of the bedroom and nearly taking yourself out. 

Might as well, maybe it would have been a blessing in disguise, considering the way your life was going. 

You finally tumbled your way to the kitchen, where your cat-man was hissing at the pan on the stove. 

"I was trying to make eggs," Yoongi spat, pointing accusingly at the frying pan. His ears were flat and his tail was sticking straight up. "And then it attacked me."

If you had three functioning brain cells, you would have remembered Yoongi putting his morning wood between your ass cheeks this morning, but alas, you only had two at the moment – you did run into the doorframe, might have lost one there – so instead you nudged him aside and rolled up your sleeves, taking the pan and shaking it so the eggs wouldn't burn. 

"Was it the oil? Sometimes it pops," you asked as Yoongi continued death glaring at the pan.

"I saw you doing this yesterday. You didn't seem bothered," he mumbled, finishing with a low, angry hiss as if the pan was sentient and mocking him. The oil popped and seared your forearm, but at this point you maybe had five hair follicles total on your arms with how many times hot oil had splattered in you. It used to bother you when you were a kid, but years of cooking had desensitized the feeling, turning it to nothing more than a mere annoyance. Yoongi stayed behind you, intermittently letting out hisses of rage as you cooked.

"I told you, my dad's a chef. You get used to it," you said, tipping the pan and flipping the thin egg pancake with ease. 

"That's bizarre," Yoongi muttered. "No normal animal gets used to pain."

Normality was starting to become a bit of a foreign concept to you.  As for being an animal, well…

You took the pan off the heat and rolled the egg onto a plate with a spare set of chopsticks, turning it into a log shape. A literal egg roll, ready to be sliced into bite-sized pieces. You took a sniff. It seemed to be seasoned already. Had Yoongi simply copied what you did yesterday? His observation skills were insane.

"Then again, you seem to enjoy–"

"Yoongi," you blurted, not wanting to know what he thought you seemed to enjoy, but very sure it was going to be one-hundred-percent embarrassing and only for you. "There's some leftover beef and vegetables in the fridge you can have with the egg and rice."

He raised his eyebrows. "Beef? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Because I was asleep and maybe half-dead? "Did you brush your teeth?' you asked suddenly. 

Yoongi scowled. "Unfortunately."

"Right, so should I, goodbye now."

You marched away hurriedly, trying not to think about how your cat had surely witnessed you getting spanked while being fucked from behind by none other than, surprise, surprise, his not-so-favorite human being, Jeon Jungkook. Tattoo guy strikes again. The worst part was, you couldn't lock the door on your cat either, because then he would meow incessantly while you were getting deep-dicked and that was even worse. 

"Your cat really likes you, huh?" Jungkook mused as you yanked open the bedroom door to the black-and-white tuxedo furball. 

"Like is a strong word," you muttered at your cat, who yawned and sauntered past you to his cat tree, acting like he owned the damn place. 

"I like you."

"Hah... wait, what?"

Jungkook grinned as your eyes found his. Took a while. You were a little distracted by his nakedness. His tattoos up his right arm. His tan skin. His muscles. His white teeth biting on his lower lip, tiny mole underneath flashing. His long black hair, framing dark chocolate eyes and teasing, cocked eyebrow. 

"I like you," he repeated, voice deep and sexy.

You turned red and made the most coherent noise you could. 

“... Urk?”

“Noona.”

Why did he look so fucking hot and disrespectful at the same time when saying an honorific?

Jungkook came up to you, hand cupping your head and tangling his fingers in your hair. He brought his face close to yours, lips brushing against your swollen ones, taking your breath away.

"Wanna go back to me spanking you while you get off on my dick?"

Respectfully, of course. 

"How much rice do you want?"

You started, poking yourself in the nose with your toothpaste-covered toothbrush and smearing mint up your nostril – almost as bad as poking a coffee straw up your nose during a livestream in front of millions of people, yikes – as Yoongi appeared behind you, breaking you out of the memory. Your cat-man watched you with mild disgust and displeasure as you coughed and dunked your head into the sink, hurriedly rinsing off your burning nose.

"Whatever, I'll just fill it halfway."

And he left you sputtering, pajamas and hair soaking wet in your haste.

Awesome. 

-

“I’m ordering some groceries,” you announced in between bites of rice and egg. You tapped lightly at the phone screen as you spoke. Green onions, tofu, cucumbers… “Do you want anything?”

“Meat.”

You swiped rapidly and added packages of chicken, pork, and beef into your cart. Why the fuck not? You like meat. All kinds of–

“Yes, Yoongi, I’m getting meat. Anything else?”

“What else is there?”

You made a face and handed him your phone. “All sorts of things. Household products too, in case you don’t want to smell like my soap.”

“Your soap is preferable,” he said absentmindedly, scrolling through the online grocery app. You continued eating, shoving things in your mouth and none of it dick. Sad. At least it tasted good. Your cat-man had seasoned the egg well. You jumped as Yoongi spoke again. “I want these.” He turned the phone around.

You squinted at the screen, staring at a picture of orange balls. “Tangerines? Why?”

He turned the phone back to him. “They’re small, round, and look tasty.”

You blinked at him, then shrugged. “Sure, why not? I guess your palette might have changed. Try whatever you want.”

He pursed his lips and pressed a few buttons as you ate. You realized you needed to order more groceries now that your cat was a man eating your human food and no longer a cat eating his rather expensive cat food. Sigh. You had put Shooky’s cat bowls in a cabinet earlier this morning before sitting down to eat. It seemed weird leaving them out on the floor like that. Kind of offensive, maybe, now that your cat was a man and all…

“Okay, I ordered it.”

“Ah, okay, that’s good. They’ll probably come later this week.”

-

After breakfast, you spent nearly half an hour with Yoongi trying to pick out something for him to watch from your various streaming services, only for him to select a historical drama series. Like what? You cat (man) wanted to watch historical drama out of all things? Instead of learning about the modern world, he wanted to watch a depiction of the past?

Whatever, it had seventy-seven episodes, so at least he would be occupied for a while.

You let him be and went to your computer, intending on getting some editing done. Sure, the universe decided your cat was a man now, but you still needed to pay for said cat-man’s existence. You still didn’t know what you were going do to with all that cat food, cat toys, cat tree… ugh, this was all a problem for future you, not present you.

Present you needed to splice five-hundred images of PepeHands together and overlay it over a League of Legends one-shot compilation.

Uh, so, it was this meme of a green frog named Pepe holding up his anthropomorphic hands in despair, therefore coining the term PepeHands for a particular Twitch chat emote… never mind, it just meant you were spending some time video editing for a gaming YouTuber and it required concentration, shitty memes, and well-timed captions. And you were getting paid good money to do this.

Yeah, it’s a weird world.

You sat at your desktop and got to work, doing the rough cuts of the video first. Thankfully, the YouTuber had already sent you the timestamps of the noteworthy moments, therefore making your job a lot easier. You spent several hours compiling the clips before adding your extra flair and effects. You had a library of images and sound bites that you commonly used (including Goofy singing Evanescence's ‘Bring Me to Life’) and was in the middle of grayscaling a video clip and adding the familiar audio of all around me are familiar faces before being scared shitless.

“Woof.”

You swore someone was singing ‘Mad World’ as they were narrating your life right now.

“Gah!”

You jerked in your seat to see Yoongi leaning over behind you, eyebrow raised as you gawked at him.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” you exclaimed, pulling back an earcup of your headset.

He frowned. “How can I sneak up on you?” He flicked the silver bell on the black choker around his neck, making it jingle cheerfully. “You put stupid thing on me, remember?”

You winced. “Well, I’d take it off, but there’s some kind of voodoo magic on that shit – and hey, don’t change the subject! You have that weird cat thing where you’re silent no matter what.”

Yoongi looked unbothered. “Weird cat thing? Thought you said I was a man?”

“Thought you said you were a cat?” you shot back.

You glared at him and he gave you a blank expression. Then he cocked his head to your desk.

“Your phone is flashing.”

You jerked your head to see your phone screen flicker. You grabbed it off you desk and unlocked it, checking your messages. Five messages from – ah, but of course – your best friend. Kim Seokjin.

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

You pursed your lips. With the pandemic and all, you hadn’t visited Seokjin in forever, but every week he would text you, asking for a photo of your cat and he would send you a picture of his sugar glider. With every week being the same and nothing interesting of note happening, it was hard to think of conversation topics. Therefore, Seokjin and you came up with this weekly event so your friendship wouldn’t deteriorate. Also, both of you were serious introverts, so he spent most of this pandemic playing MapleStory while you spent most of it on your couch watching Netflix with your cat. It was a miracle you two hadn’t morphed into actual potatoes yet.

You glanced at Yoongi, who was inspecting his nails and picking at them. You frowned and batted at his hand. He frowned back and smacked yours, harder. You glared at him. He gave you a vacant stare, as if he had done nothing.

“Why are you picking at your cuticles?” you muttered, going back to your phone and sending Seokjin an old picture of Shooky. You couldn’t exactly send him a picture of current Shooky. He was… well, currently not a cat. You stared at the picture of the fluffy tuxedo cat curled into a ball, asleep in your lap on the couch.

That moment wasn’t even that long ago.

Somehow, it felt like ages since you had last petted that furry butt.

“Hm, dunno. Occupies my hands, I guess,” Yoongi replied distractedly.

“Well, you shouldn’t. It’s not good for you.” You noticed you had another message from the local delivery service, saying a package had arrived at your doorstep. You stood, placing your phone on the desk and looked at Yoongi, who was staring at his old cat tree, the one by the window. When he was a cat, he used to poke his head between the curtains and look outside, watching the birds. It was his favorite haunt.

Now…

“Why’d you say woof?” you asked abruptly, giving him a quizzical look. “I thought you were a cat.”

Yoongi shrugged, tearing his eyes away from the cat tree to give you an uninterested stare. “Thought it would surprise you more. You’ve heard meow for long enough.”

You furrowed your brow. “Why would you want to surprise me?”

He shrugged again. “I was bored.”

“… You were bored so you decided to sneak up and scare the shit out of me?”

He paused, black tail swishing back and forth, pointed ears perked. Then he nodded.

“Yup.”

Sigh.

-

You lugged in the huge cardboard box, Yoongi standing out of sight of the front door as you huffed and puffed with your weak arms. Okay, it wasn’t even that big, but it was quite heavy and you weren’t exactly John Cena. Your arms were about as strong as a bowl of overcooked ramyeon noodles and that was putting it kindly. You weren’t the working out type. People who worked out diligently were dog people. People who preferred sleeping as their primary workout regimen had cats. What were the kinds of people who had cat-men then? The kind of people who like sleeping, but also needed a…

(You already know the answer.)

Yoongi snapped the door closed the second you managed to pull it on far enough to do so.

“You look like a boiled dumpling,” he commented.

“At least I’m delicious food,” you wheezed, inspecting the box. You recognized the clothing brand. “Is this the stuff your ordered? How did it come so fast?”

“I selected next-day delivery.”

You paled.

“I need clothes as soon as possible, don’t I? Or should I go back to being naked, since you’re a pervert?”

You choked, ears burning. “I’m not a pervert!”

“Mhm.”

You tried not to think about the hit on your wallet as you grabbed your keys from the side table and opened the box, seeing all the plastic packages inside. Monotone, in white or black. Figures. You tipped the box to the side and the clothes spilled out, tumbling all over the floor. It took a firm shake to dump it all on the ground. You got on your hands and knees to spread them out, tossing the cardboard aside carelessly to shift through the items. Hopefully, Yoongi had read the listings and selected the correct sizes. From your brief glance, you noticed the tops were quite oversized. Maybe he liked that fit? He had been quite a fluffy cat.

You spotted the packing slip with all the prices listed. You fished it out and then heard a thunk-thunk-thunk, the sound of cardboard on hardwood. Huh?

You looked up to see Yoongi swatting the box around.

“What… are you doing?”

He shrugged. “Investigating.”

You blinked. “Investigating what?”

“Don’t know. I simply feel the need to investigate, thus I am doing so.”

You stared at Yoongi for several minutes as he continued to… uh, investigate (???) the cardboard box, holding it this way and that, smacking it around, watching the flaps bounce in the air as it rolled. His velvety ears perked upwards, sleek black tail swishing with interest.

His expression was completely neutral.

For the first time since becoming a human, you thought Yoongi was more cat than man.

“Uh… okay…”

You glimpsed down to the paper in your hands, seeing the total cost.

You felt the color drain out of your face.

My… wallet…

F in the chat.

You fainted.

-

You felt someone poking you in the head.

“Are you dead?”

You gasped and jerked up like a drown victim coming up for air, still in mild shock of the sudden financial hit of your cat becoming a man. It was okay. You weren’t poor. You just didn’t expect Yoongi to be a shopping like he owned a fucking black card.

“Did I spend too much?”

You snapped out of your stunned state at his soft tone. Yoongi wasn’t looking at you. He was kneeling on top of the pile of clothes, dark eyes on the paper in your shaking hands. With a start, you realized his words were heavy with guilt, his ears pointing downwards and tail tucked against the ground.

“No,” you said quickly, putting the receipt down. “No, Yoongi. I asked you to buy clothes, remember? And besides, it’s better for you to buy things you like and are interested in, rather than me wasting money on things you’ll never wear.”

He raised his head a little, eyes darting from your face to your hands.

You smiled at him, reaching up to pat his head and stroke the fur on his ears. “Hey, don’t worry. It’s only money. Money will never be more important to me than you, okay?”

For a second, you saw something flicker in Yoongi’s eyes. It was so fast that you barely caught it. Relief? Gratitude? Fondness? Then he ticked his head out of your hand, fair cheeks flushing pink.

“You… you don’t have to do that,” he muttered.

“O… oh.” For some reason, you felt a pang in your chest at his words. “R-right.”

Yoongi made eye contact with you, dark brown orbs guarded. He spoke quietly, without emotion.

“Do you wish this never happened?”

“What?” You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”

He gestured to himself, waving a hand up and down carelessly. “This. Human me.”

Human me.

You answered instantly.

“No.”

Yoongi gave you the disbelieving side-eye.

You let out a sheepish puff of air. “I always kind of wished you were human.” You scratched the back of your head aimlessly. “No one listened to me like you did. Even if I was having the shittest day of all time, you always made it better. You were the best cat ever.” You chuckled, smiling up at him. “Sure, your species changed, but you’re still the same, right?”

His eyes shifted, his cheeks still a light pink. “I’m still a cat,” he mumbled awkwardly.

You raised your brows. “Mhm, is that why you were playing with the box?”

“I wasn’t playing with the box,” Yoongi huffed, sounding insulted.

“Then I’ll break it down and recycle it.”

“No,” he snapped firmly. “It’s useful. We’re keeping it.”

“We don’t need a box, Yoongi.”

He tutted. “Hmph, humans. So wasteful. A perfectly good box should be reused.”

“Right.”

You tried to hide your laugh as Yoongi refused to look you in the eye.

-

You left Yoongi to examine his new wardrobe on the floor. You tried to pick them up but he stubbornly remained on the pile of clothes, not letting you move them. When you stood up to leave, you asked him when he was going to move – he replied with, "When it feels right", just cat things, you supposed – and hurried off to export the edited video you were working on earlier. The due date was today and you had to review it for quality.

A certain quality. 

A certain quality of... of... 

Needing the money.

Because your cat (man) had spent fat chunk of it on clothes, only to be more interested in the box they came in and sitting on said clothes rather than the actual items themselves. 

Sigh. 

-

"I ordered the wrong color."

"Oh?" you muttered distractedly, clocking on the export button. You'd been going cross-eyed for the past two or three hours – had it really been that long? shit – and checked your phone to see Gukmul, Seokjin's white sugar glider, peering up at the camera on a white fluffy blanket. You smiled, typing a response to praise his cuteness, completely ignoring the fact that Seokjin had also stuck his handsome face in the photo, smiling with a thumbs-up next to his pet. 

The reply was instant. 

hello, acknowledge my BEAUTIFUL FACE

You deliberately didn't answer right away to piss Seokjin off even more. 

"What's wrong with it?" you asked, looking up. 

Your jaw dropped. 

You dropped your phone. 

Yoongi, your cat-man with excellent reflexes, made absolutely no move to catch it. 

It smacked you in the calf and hit your toes – fucking ow, holy shit – before clattering to the floor. You had a protective phone case on it with a cute tuxedo cat graphic. The screen wouldn't crack with the protector on it. In this moment, however, you didn't give a shit about your smartphone, Kim Seokjin, or even the blinding pain in your foot. Nope. 

You were ogling at Min Yoongi in pink silk pajamas.

-

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-

Jeon Jungkook stared at his phone. 

At a very specific number. 

He put it down, sighing a little, looking out the window instead. It was a nice day, but he couldn't enjoy it the way it was meant to be enjoyed. Pandemic and all that. He frowned, looking at the urban jungle surrounding him. Had he made a mistake moving here to the big city? Sometimes he wondered. Back then, he had moved to finish school and pursue his ambitions. Back then, his choice had seemed full of opportunities, but now.

What did he have, really?

A tiny apartment with a kind and understanding landlord. The world at his fingertips from his computer. Still a decent amount of savings left. Online courses that he needed to finish to get his film degree. 

Loneliness.

He delved into his memories, smiling at the recollection of confused looks, awkward smiles, indignant huffs. So very unlike him to tease so much, but it was too fun and he hadn't felt the usual nervousness and shyness he had around others. There was something comforting about that smile, that apartment, and that fluffy tuxedo cat that loved to interrupt everything. 

He shouldn't have played it off.

He shouldn't have distracted.

Not after he admitted it.

"I like you."

Jungkook said it to the air, to the memory. So vivid that he reached out to touch those lips, but then it all disappeared, just like that. 

Ah.

He looked at the back of his phone, wondering. But now he was too nervous and shy to pick it up again. Why was that? When he was there, being seen by those surprised eyes, he could do and say shameless things. But far away, when he was alone, Jungkook was hesitating, suddenly afraid.

Sigh. 

-

You sneezed. 

Very loudly and jerking your head away from your cat-man in luxurious pink silk, jamming your nose into your elbow.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. 

You sniffed, rubbing your nose. 

"Someone must be thinking about me..." you muttered. 

Yoongi looked down, plucking the collar of the pajamas. "The cotton shirts are the same size, but for some reason this one fits tighter. Why is that? Is there no regulated sizing in human fashion?"

Dude, be glad you're not a girl, you thought dryly. "Might be the fabric," you coughed distractedly. Distractedly because you were staring at quite possibly the most gorgeous man in the history of men and you stared at a lot of men in your short lifetime, so you had experienced eyeballs.

Wait. 

Man or cat-man?

Well, Yoongi was definitely the most gorgeous cat-man considering you were pretty sure there was only one in current existence.

His pointed ears stood straight up in interest, black hair messy from taking clothes on and off, fair cheeks and nose flushed pink, perhaps from physical exertion. Dark brown eyes sheepish, not quite looking at you. The black leather choker stood out on his neck, silver bell gleaming against his collarbones. The material was a mauve-pink silk, clinging to his lean body, showing off his shoulders and long limbs. The button-up shirt created a rather deep v-neckline, a sliver of pale chest visible. And his legs! His slim legs reminded you of a nimble dancer, ending in fuzzy black slippers. 

There was a weird lump in one of the pant legs, going down his thigh. 

Whoa. 

"W-Why did you pick them?" you tried to ask in the least awkward way possible, attempting – and failing – to not to stare at his delectable thighs. 

Yoongi shrugged. "They looked like the ones you have. I meant to get black, but I suppose I didn't read the listing closely enough. They're comfortable though," he mused before making a face. Your eyes bulged as there was a sudden jerk in his pants, creating a large tent in the crotch. 

Alarms sounded off in your head, arousal shooting up like a rocket. 

Oh. 

Oh??? 

Oh!!!!!!!

"My tail is stuck," Yoongi grunted, lowering the back of the pink silk pants. The sleek black cat tail slid out, swishing in the air, tent in his pants gone. 

Oh…

Right. The tail.

Because he's a cat... man.

Your inner thot was sad. Your dignity smacked you upside the head, highly disappointed in you for falling for that, then calmly shot down your arousal rocket with your shame. Oof.

"Can you show me how to sew so I can fix my own clothes from now on?" Yoongi asked as he readjusted the front of the silk shirt. 

You bent down to pick up your phone, trying to do something with your face and hands to disguise your embarrassment and burning ears. "Yeah, of course." You placed it on your desk and turned back to face him. 

Yoongi was right next to you. 

Literally so close that you could feel his body heat. 

"... Urk!"

You jumped in your seat, banging your knee against your desk and howling in pain, computer chair rolling and making you lose your balance, ass about to slip before Yoongi grabbed your chair and shoved it into the table, making you trip and fall back into the seat, head hitting the headrest a little too hard, seeing stars and rubber duckies for a second. 

Wait, were they rubber duckies? They were white and glittery, almost as if they were made from snow…

Yoongi slapped you in the face.

“Ow!”

You rubbed your cheek, blinking rapidly to clear your vision before glaring at him.

“Checking if you were alive,” was his placid response.

Alright, it wasn’t that hard, but the unexpectedness of it still hurt. You frowned, only for the pain to slowly melt away, quickly being replaced by something else as you realized Yoongi was still half-leaning over you, a knee on your computer gaming chair to prevent it from rolling. The sting in your knee was temporarily forgotten. Yoongi spoke again, his voice low and deep, almost a sensual purr.

“You hit yourself pretty hard.”

He doesn’t know what’s he’s doing. It’s just a coincidence. A kitty-incidence, Seokjin would say.

Your eyes widened as Yoongi closed in, peering at your unfocused gaze. Now you could see down his shirt. Holy shit. Were you so deprived that you were getting mad horny from seeing Yoongi’s fucking clavicle and sternum?

Is that even a question?

Yes.

Yes, you were.

“You look like you did last night.”

“What?” you breathed, still unabashedly looking down his shirt.

“Your pupils are dilated.”

You froze. His cool fingertips were on your neck.

“Heartrate increased.”

You wanted to pull back, say, no, wait, don’t do that, but Yoongi was too close and his exhale was too feathery, brushing against your lips, and you couldn’t move, trapped in your chair, between him wrapped in pink silk and your mind reeling, him still playing fucking doctor while you were trying not to jump his half-covered ass.

“And that smell.”

You finally tore your gaze away, eyes drifting up to his.

You swallowed.

“S… smell?”

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

Ohnoohshitwhatifhecansmellmypus–

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed, surveying you closely. He was so close you couldn’t see his lips, only his dark brown orbs. He didn’t say anything. He smelled like your soap, reminding you of his naked body pressed against you in the shower. Your heartbeat was leaping to your throat, threatening to choke you with your own horniness. Honestly, at this point, would you even be surprised?

You chuckled nervously, clinging onto your last shreds of self-preservation, which, admittedly, were rapidly yeeting out of your hands.

“Hahaha… but you’re… a cat… yeah?”

Right?

Seconds passed.

Right???

Minutes passed.

RIGHT???????

Yoongi’s lashes lowered, not quite looking at your eyes. Staring at your lips.

“I’m a man too,” he whispered softly.

Your eyes widened.

Yoongi kissed you.

You were so shocked that you swore your eyes nearly left your head.

It was a soft kiss, his eyes closed, tilting his head slightly to fit better against yours, pressing you back into your chair. Your head hit the headrest and you gasped, your tongue lightly flicking his lips and they parted, his own tongue sliding against yours, gentle licks, your brain malfunctioning, but body remembering, hands coming up to grab his shirt and yank him closer, pressing back against him. He backed up a little at your suddenness, exhaling hard. Your eyes snapped open, suddenly aware of how forceful you were.

Yoongi looked away, pointed black ears flicking back and forth uneasily.

You kissed your cat. Man. Cat-man.

He’s been a man for not even two days and you just tried to make out with him like a demented beast!

“A-ah, Yoongi, no, I’m so sorry, I-I… please, I didn’t mean to…” you stuttered, letting go of him quickly, but also not wanting to let go, but you should, your hands getting confused by your mental signals, repeatedly clasping and unclasping the pink silk, not realizing that he wasn’t even trying to move away.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” Yoongi said slowly.

You clutched his shirt, staring at your white knuckles, unable to look at him directly.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… you’re so handsome, but I’m your owner… and I cracked…”

“What you are is a desperate, sexually deprived human.”

You jerked your head up, seeing his unreadable expression. “I-It’s been over a year–”

All of a sudden, Yoongi lowered his knee and grabbed you by the ass, scooting you down on the rolling chair. You yelped at the swift movement, gasping as your crotch collided with his thigh, wincing as you heard the squelch of your panties jamming into your soaked core.

Yikes.

Welp, you can’t hide that shit now.

“You like things like this, don’t you?” Yoongi murmured.

Your cheeks heated. “T…Things like w-what…?”

Oh, you knew what. You knew very well what, but you also couldn’t form coherent sentences.

His fingers sank into your ass and he pressed you into his thigh, rolling it into your heat. The whines tore out of your throat involuntarily, grabbing his arm and staring up at him with shaking eyes, seeing his curious gaze looking down at you.

“B-But, Yoongi… I’m your o-owner,” you panted, resolve slipping with every second, your hips already rocking into his thigh, the slippery thin fabric doing nothing to hide his lean muscle, your own thighs clamping around his leg. “I’m supposed to t-take care of y-you…”

And last more than two days, fucking shit, get it together!

But you couldn’t get it together, especially not as Yoongi’s voice dropped to a lower octave, one side of his lips curving upwards.

“It’s a little different now, isn’t it?” he drawled softly, lashes lowering, eyebrows raising, his black hair darkening his gaze. “Since I am now capable to take care of you too.”

You whimpered, losing it.

Just started freely humping his leg, self-preservation completely gone. Did he even know what he was capable of, really? Did he have any idea what he could do? Surely not.

Surely, he had no idea how good he could make you feel.

Yoongi bit the side of his lip, frowning. “How will can I make it feel better? I’m only cop…” He trailed off, furry ears anxiously flicking.

You tugged on his arm, getting his attention. “Angle your leg a little more downwards… Y-Yeah, like that…” He did as you instructed, his thigh now pressing down on your clit and your rocking hips moving faster, clinging to his arm and setting your jaw, moaning at the added pleasure. “A-ah… yeah, fuck… yes, I c-can… like this…”

“You can what?” Yoongi breathed, watching your face closely, firmly holding the armrests of the chair so it wouldn’t slide.  

Your head tipped back a little, bucking harder into his thigh, so wet your juices were soaking through your leggings and drenching the pink silk, turning it darker, the strong scent of your sweet arousal clearly evident. Your eyes drifted to Yoongi’s dark orbs covered by black hair, vision hazy, noticing the slight inquisitive upturn of his upper lip. There was no point in hiding it anymore.

“Can cum, Yoongi, fuck, I’m going to cum…” you moaned, inhaling his scent, his presence, saying his name and looking up at him, the stimulation and touch of another enough to get you there, eyelids fluttering as your orgasm swept down, taking you away and filling you with serene satisfaction, crashing waves soaring through you, washing away the sand of your dry spell, a different kind of euphoria than when you were on your own, pulling Yoongi close, kissing him deeply, breathing hard.

“Y… Yoongi…”

“Was it nice?” he murmured. “Was I what you needed?”

“Yeah…” You kissed his soft lips again, semi-breathless. “I–” The wave of guilt came now, your words dropping, brows furrowing, a sharp pang in your chest. Rising, rising. Panic. Yoongi lowered his head, black hair and soft pointed ear rubbing against your eyebrow, nuzzling your cheek. Once. Twice. Again, headbutting you lightly, smoothing the worry away from your forehead, a small laugh bubbling from your throat.

“What are you doing?” you chuckled, patting his arm, smoothing out the wrinkles you had made while furiously humping him. Your eye caught the dark mark now on one of his thighs. Welp. You lasted less than ten minutes.

Pink pajama Yoongi was dangerous.

“You liked this,” he mumbled. “When you were upset.”

You chuckled, instinctively reaching up and caressing his velvety ear. “You were a little smaller then.”

“Only a little.”

He slowed until he came to a full stop, dark eye staring into yours, cheek to cheek.

“I have to look after you, my clumsy human.”

-

part iv

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masterpost

[literallydontlook]

The Unexpected (2/4)

You’re just not that interested in dating military men, nor have you ever been with an alien lover. But a chance Ascension Week encounter awakens something you didn’t know was inside. Chapter 2 of 4.

Pairing: Thrawn x f!reader

Rating: 18+

TW/CW: none (or if I’m missing something, please let me know!)

Tags: sexual tension, romance, slow burn, civilian reader, sexual fantasy, m@sturbation

Word count: 2k+

A/N: I know I said the whole thing is written, but I got sort of unhappy with it and thought I’d rewrite some. My Thrawn crush has sort of cooled so I couldn’t find the energy to do it. But! I am a woman of my word! Here’s part II, unedited, no beta we die like chiss. 

<-- Part 1 - The Trap

Part 2 - Friends

Dajmita had returned in the morning wearing last night’s gown, her makeup smudged from a night of sexual activity. Removing her shoes, she found you curled up in a blanket on the sofa. Your makeup from the previous evening in a similar state of disrepair.

“What happened to you?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips.

“I tried to take someone home,” you groaned pulling the blanket over your head.  She smiled impishly and then faltered, “Wait - What do you mean tried?”

“How do you do it? I took him to my studio for a ‘tour’,” your hands motioned in air quotes, “and he bought a piece of art and left.”

Dajmita was torn between laughter and pity. She sat down beside you and stroked your hair, pulling tangled pins out as she tried to sooth you, “Only you could miscommunicate a hookup.”

Your data pad pinged and you grabbed for it blindly from under the blanket. You groaned, “Aaa ugh it’s already noon?” You threw your legs over the side of the couch and dragged your feet to the refresher.

“Do you have to be somewhere?” Dajmita called from the other room. You washed your face and pulled the remaining pins from your head, then pulled your hair up into a messy half bun. You sighed.

“I promised to meet a friend for lunch,” you breathed out tiredly as you brushed your teeth.

“You could just cancel,” she pointed out.

There was only the sound of scrubbing as you considered this. Spitting out the foam and rinsing your mouth you decided you shouldn’t flake.

“No...I should go,” you sighed again, pulling off your gown and rummaging through your dresser for something comfortable to wear. Dajmita gave you a concerned look.

“Well, I guess you must be pretty comfortable with this person if you’re going out like that.” You looked in the mirror and shrugged. You grabbed a cloak and pulled the hood over your head, “It’s not like anyone wants to hook up with me when I’m dressed up anyway!” you cried out over-dramatically.

Dajmita crossed her arms, “Don’t say that.”

“Just let me wallow for one day,” you complained, dragging your feet out the front door, “I’ll be back later.”

She laughed, “Fine but you’re being ridiculous! We’re doing something fun when you get back!” she called after you.

“Fiiine!” you called back.

——-

Eli had already found a table at Dex’s Diner when you arrived.

“What’s with the cloak? Did you have a uh...rough night?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. You glared at him.

“Whoa sorry we don’t need to go into detail,” he raised his hands defensively. You buried your head in your arms, “Nothing happened.” Your voice was muffled.

He realized you were serious as you sat back up to give the waitdroid your order. “What do you mean nothing happened?” he asked incredulously.

You took a deep breath, your cheeks burning with embarrassment, “Stars I can’t be talking to you about this!” you cried out.

“Hey I’m not a little kid anymore,” Eli shot back. “You can talk to me,” he offered kindly.

“I mean, what more can I say? We went to my studio and he bought a painting and then left.” Now that some time had passed, you could laugh a little. Then a thought occurred to you.

“Is he married or something? Or anti-inter-species?” Eli’s face twisted in thought, “He’s definitely not married, but to be honest I didn’t realize he had a sexuality.”

“Oh.” you considered this, not sure if you should feel better with this new information. The waitdroid returned with your orders - the smell of grease inviting you to indulge.

“Well he wants me to install the painting he bought on his ship,” you said, jabbing at the mush on your plate. You received his transmitted instructions earlier that morning which only reminded you of your failure.

Eli stopped mid-bite. “He wants you to come to the Chimaera? ...In person? He didn’t ask you to hand it off to a stormtrooper at the landing dock?”

“Is that unusual?”

“I’ve never seen a civilian aboard a Star Destroyer. I don’t think you’re allowed...but then again, it’s his ship, so I guess he can sort of do what he wants,” Eli conceded.

“I’ll send him a message to confirm,” You said, your heart beginning to race again. Why do I feel so...excited? You push away the thought.

“Enough about Thrawn. What’s up with you? What are you doing here? Last my parents told me you were training to be a supply officer in the Expansion Region.”

Eli sat back and sighed, not sure where to begin.

—-

“You cannot get hung up on a random guy you don’t even want to date!” Dajmita spelled out loudly as she shook you by the shoulders.

“Please don’t yell at me.”

“I’m not yelling! I’m just making sure you hear me,” she huffed. “You’re so desperate for a fuck. This isn’t some failure you need to overcome. You said yourself this guy might be ace.”

“Well why would he ask me to install the art on his ship then? Civilians aren’t normally allowed,” you countered.

“Maybe he’s just really into art and wants to maintain the artist’s original intent- I don’t know!” Dajmita threw up her arms in frustration, “Why do you even care? You don’t even like military men. If you need someone to fuck, just ask Endel. He’d definitely do it!”

“You know I can’t lead someone on like that! I think he still has feelings for me!” you turned back to the mirror to finish applying makeup, “Ok does this look like I’m not trying too hard? I want to be taken seriously as a professional but like, a hot professional.” You stepped out of the refresher clad in workers clothes.

“I mean, if that’s what you’re going for...Like a carpenter from a pornographic holo vid,” she assured you. You looked down at your top, “Is it too tight?” You tried stretching your arms up to see how much of your mid drift would be exposed. You tried bending over, too.

“Oh yeah - just do that a lot,” Dajmita purred suggestively.

——-

The Chimaera was much bigger than you had ever imagined. Several Lambda-class shuttles were docked in the landing bay where hundreds of stormtroopers and Imperial officers buzzed about their business in an orderly rhythm.

You suddenly felt very self-conscious. Your civilian clothes drew more attention than you were used to and even the officer who scanned your security clearance regarded you suspiciously as he read your destination from his data pad.

“You have an appointment with…Admiral Thrawn?” He asked incredulously.

“That’s right. I’m installing a painting in his office.” This seemed to make sense to him, but he reached for his comm for confirmation.

“Sir - There’s a...female civilian here to install a painting?”

Thrawn’s voice came through the comm, “Yes, please send her up with an escort.” Still somewhat suspiciously, the officer signaled a stormtrooper to meet you and he wordlessly lead you to a turbo lift.

You were fascinated by the cold design of the starship’s hallways. Every surface was immaculate, each crew member walking with purpose. There was almost complete silence, only the sound of murmured conversations and footsteps hung in the air. The path itself was dizzying - turn after turn after turn - you weren’t sure if you could find your way back.

Just as you began to wonder what was behind all of these sealed doors, your escort stopped at one guarded by another trooper.

“Code cylinders,” he demanded. Your guide handed him a pen-looking object and clarified, “This is only for her.” The object was inserted into a keyhole, opening the door behind him. “Go on in.”

Your escort turned and walked away, leaving you to enter Thrawn’s office alone.

The sound of clashing metal and of exertion filled the entryway. As you pushed the repulsorlift cart into the antechamber, you saw a door opened to a bright sparring room where Thrawn was combatting two large sentry droids. He expertly dodged each attack, countering with his own. You couldn’t help the warm feeling rising in your core again as you noticed his muscular arms for the first time. You imagined them pinning you to the floor as he pounded into you, a strong hand pulling your hair back.

Just as you caught yourself mid-fantasy, Thrawn noticed you and commanded the override code. The droids returned to their stations and powered down as the door hissed shut. You weren’t sure what to do next, but the door soon re-opened with a hiss and Thrawn emerged wearing his uniform jacket.

“I apologize - I thought I would have a few more moments before you arrived,” he said, fastening the cuffs on his sleeves. “Please, come in.” He ushered you through another door leading to his office. A large desk was situated in the center of the room, two reptilian sculptures flanking the display shelf behind it.

Thrawn led you through his office to an adjoining living space. “I’d like the painting to hang here. Please let me know if you need anything.”

“Th-thank you,” You shivered, realizing it was significantly colder here than in the hallway. Thrawn noticed your nipples had hardened in the cold, their outlines visible even through the layers of your shirt and bra. It was going to be difficult to concentrate today. He excused himself as you unloaded your work and began dismantling the piece’s wooden transport casing. After almost half an hour, you were able to carefully free the painting, only to realize it was too unwieldy for one person to lift.

You found Thrawn in his office, carefully studying star charts at his desk. Another fantasy intruded and clouded your vision: sitting at the edge of his desk, the holos of planets splashed against your skin, your legs spread wide as he drank in your cunt. He tweaked your nipples as you moaned in pleasure, the danger of being discovered only heightening your arousal. You breathed in deeply to ward away the thoughts.

You cleared your throat and he looked toward you.

“Could I have some help?” you asked, expecting him to call another officer or trooper to assist.

“I’m at your service,” he said to your surprise. He followed you back into the other room.

“I just need a hand lifting this onto the mounting brackets,” you explained. Thrawn situated himself on one side of the canvas and you heaved it up together, guiding its hanging wire in place. Just as it was lining up, he stole another glimpse of you. Your shirt rode up slightly as you worked and his eyes lingered on the small sliver of mid drift that was becoming more and more exposed in your exertion. With a deep breath, he fought back his primal urge to lunge.

You both stepped back to evaluate the painting’s placement. There was a long silence.

“…Is it…to your liking?”

“Yes…” he mused quietly, “Thank you…I believe I still owe you…payment.” His last word was almost a purr and you flushed as you fantasized a another meaning. Did he notice?

You followed him into his office, where he unlocked a desk drawer and pulled out a bundle of credits. He handed them to you, your fingers accidentally brushing against each other in the exchange. He saw your jaw tighten.

“I’ll be stationed on Coruscant for the next few months. There’s an exhibit on Mandalorian folk art that I think would be…educational. Would you care to join me?”

So he wasn’t going to bend you over his desk and have his way with you. Perhaps he really was only looking for a companion to discuss art with - he obviously wasn’t getting that kind of engagement from his peers. You were disappointed but not heartbroken. After all, it wasn’t like you had romantic feelings towards him. You accepted this invitation to friendship.

“I’ve been looking forward to that exhibition myself. When do you want to go?”

[hintsofhoney]

They Won’t Notice

Pairing(s): Dom!Sam Winchester x F!Sub!Reader

Summary: It's movie night at the bunker. You, Sam, Dean, Cas and Jack all settle down in the "Dean Cave" to watch All Saints' Day III: The Reckoning, but Sam has another idea in mind. Can you keep quiet so the others won't notice?

Tags: 18+, fingering, slight exhibitionism, cockwarming, dirty talk, sex

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Saw a post the other day that said something along the lines of “imagine your cockwarming your dom under a blanket while you’re watching a movie with friends” so... here’s that I guess.

You can also read me on Ao3!

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It was chilly in the “Dean Cave” as no one but Dean liked to call it, where you and Sam were currently cuddled under a blanket watching some David Yaeger movie. Whether it was All Saints Day I, II, III, IV, or V you wouldn’t know; there was only one thing that you had been able to pay attention to, and that was Sam’s cock growing hard as you sat in his lap in the recliner that the two of you were sharing. Normally, you’d be riding him by now, but normally Dean, Cas and Jack weren’t also in the same room.

“I don’t get it. Why is he killing those kids?” Jack asked innocently. The three single members of Team Free Will were all sharing the couch together, Dean smushed in between the angel and the nephilim, trying not to lose his shit from being asked an endless stream of questions from the both of them. An ear-piercing scream erupted from the T.V. as Hatchet Man took another victim and Sam took the opportunity as soon as it arose.

“I’m usually inside you by now, what’s the hold up?” He whispered, as the room was filmed with screams and everyone’s attention was on the movie. You looked at him wide eyed, tilting your head ever-so-slightly to the three stooges on the couch. “They’re so focused on that movie, baby. Look, they won’t even notice if I do this,” he breathed, barely audible over the sounds of Hatchet Man’s, “Time to slice and dice!”. Sam slowly moved his hand which had been resting on your stomach down to the hem of your pajama shorts and he slipped under the elastic waistband with ease. You were so thankful for the dark room and large blanket that you had covering the both of you, because the slight movement going on down near your core would have been quite noticeable without either of those things. You stifled a moan to the back of your throat as Sam continued to slide his hand down lower and lower, until he reached your clit. You never wore underwear with your pajamas and he knew this; he was taking full advantage of it. Sam began rubbing circles on your clit; the wetness in between your legs was beginning to seep through your shorts. He took the opportunity to push two of his fingers inside of you without warning when another scream came from the T.V., your gasp drowned out by the shrieks coming from Yaeger’s next victim. Sam pumped his fingers in and out of you tantalizingly slow as you tried your best to make it seem like you were actually interested in this damn movie, in case anyone were to glance over at the two of you. “You’re so wet, you want me inside of you, don’t you? Such a little slut for me, even in front of all these people? I’ll have to punish you for that later,” Sam growled quietly into your ear again, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. You nodded in response, keeping your eyes glued to the T.V. screen. Sam pulled his fingers out of you and grabbed you by your hips, which you lifted ever-so-slightly so he could pull your shorts down to your thighs. You were so focused on keeping the blanket over the both of you, moving as little as possible, and keeping your eyes on the screen that you didn’t even feel Sam taking his cock out of the waistband of his sweatpants before he placed the tip of it at your entrance. He guided your hips down onto his cock slowly as you bit back a moan. “Good girl,” he praised quietly, as he wrapped his arms around you from behind to make it seem as though the two of you were just re-adjusting your cuddling position. You ached for friction, for some kind of movement inside of you, but Sam was now actually watching the movie, and you knew he had no intention of moving anytime soon. You wiggled your hips slightly, begging for him to touch you. No response. You did it again, a little less subtly this time, and you felt his cock twitch inside of you. Sam moved his hand to your ponytail, pulling it down towards him so you were now staring up at the ceiling as he whispered into your ear again, “Do not move.” You nodded to let him know that you understood, and he let go of your hair. Your eyes met the T.V. screen again; there was about 15 minutes left of the movie. You needed it to be over now. You tried to pay attention, to think about anything else other than Sam’s cock buried inside you that you weren’t allowed to ride. Another scream filled the room and Sam took the moment to thrust into you, causing a yelp to escape your lips. You had always complained about how loudly Dean needed to listen to his movies, but in this moment, you were glad that he needed the volume turned to at least an 85 to hear anything. Any quieter and you were sure that your yelp would have been heard. The last ten minutes of the movie were loud. Screaming, clanging, running, banging; any and all noise was being made, and with each noise came a thrust from Sam, and a feeling of pleasure that rippled through your whole body. You wondered how the two of you were going to get out of this position once the movie was off and the lights were back on, but you pushed the thought to the back of your head as Sam finally moved his fingers to your core, spreading your juices between your folds as he fucked into you slowly. He finally brought his digits back to your clit again. It took everything you had in you not to moan his name as he gave you attention in the one spot where you needed it the most. You were so close to a release, you could feel every muscle in your body tense up, and then Sam stopped. You were brought back down from your high as you heard the T.V. turn off and the lights came back on. You opened your eyes that you didn’t even realize you had closed, to see Dean and Jack getting up from their seat on the couch, Castiel already at the door. You closed your eyes again quickly, hoping that no one had seen you open them; you figured the only way to get out of this situation was to pretend that you were asleep. Sam had the hand that was giving you pleasure only seconds before resting on your stomach again. As far as you could tell, the two of you looked like you were in a very innocent cuddling position, but Sam’s cock was still buried inside of you. The blanket was still covering the both of you, hiding your dirty little secret.

“Dammit, Y/N!” Dean whisper-yelled as he saw you with your eyes closed, your head resting on Sam’s chest. “I thought she’d at least get through this one! It’s one of the better ones!”

Sam chuckled. “Sorry man, I just don’t think she’s a big Hatchet Man girl,” he shrugged, as he realized that you were pretending to sleep.

“Yeah, well, we got two more of these two watch. And the next one is the best one! I’ll make her a Yaeger fan by Halloween, just wait,” Dean said, as he made his way to the door. Jack and Castiel had already headed off to do whatever it is that angels and nephilims do at night. “You two sleeping in here tonight?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, probably. There’s no moving her when she’s out like this. I don’t want to wake her,” Sam said, as he placed an innocent kiss on the top of your head. He was so damn good at acting innocent when he needed to.

“Alright, well… please don’t have sex in that chair. That’s my favorite chair,” Dean pleaded.

“She’s asleep, don’t worry,” Sam reassured him, and you bit back a smile, thankful that you were facing away from the door. “Goodnight, Dean,” he added in a “why-are-you-still-standing-there?” tone.

“Night, Sammy,” Dean yawned, as he turned the lights back off and left the room. Your eyes shot open as Sam thrusted into you once more.

“Just because they’re gone, doesn’t mean you get to make any noise now, understand?” He questioned in a stern tone. You nodded in response. Without the sounds of Hatchet Man there to drown out your moans of pleasure, you were going to have to work extra hard to not make a single noise. It was going to be a long night.

[janetbrown711]

My headcanons about Sir William the Good

This is like my Angelina II post, so be sure to check that one out too

Oh! And be sure to check out this fic, because it talks about a few of these situations ^^

As always, if you have any questions/requests about them, my ask box is always open :)

Buckle up, because I have a lot of thoughts

Early life: 

His mother died not long after he was born, so he has no memory of her

His father’s name was Alan, and he loved William dearly, and William loved him too

His best friend growing up was Heloise Nerz (more better known as Hello Nurse)

They ran around Acme Falls like little rascals and were mostly adored by the town

She was always a lot smarter than him though, so whenever they got into trouble she’d have to usually get them out of it, though William was always very apologetic and felt very guilty when he did something wrong

Despite what the townspeople whispered and joked about, William never had a crush on her and vice versa. They were both just really good friends

His father got sick of a mysterious illness when he was eight, and died in less than a year, and William missed him terribly

He wandered around Acme Falls for jobs, and while most folks were willing to give him work, he felt unfulfilled and tried to search for the perfect job

No less than a year of searching, a royal knight came into town looking for a squire, and William jumped at the opportunity

He was young for a squire (he wasn’t even 10 yet) but the good natured knight liked his spark and took him under his wing. 

It was hard for William to leave Acme, but he promised to write to the town when he could, and so he left. 

For the first few years he did more of chores than actual knight training- but William never complained. He looked up to the knight quite a lot, to the point where he was basically a second father figure

However, once he turned 12, the real training began, and it was intense.

William never really complained though, knowing what he had signed up for

He was best at sword fighting, though he was a terrible equestrian

When he was 15, he was taken to the royal palace for further knighthood training, and he met Angelina on his first day by making an utter fool of himself (tripping over a bucket of water)

To his surprise, this didn’t push Angelina away, and William fell in love instantly. 

Often, she’d watch him during his horseback riding lessons and would laugh when he screwed up and cheer for him when he succeeded, which made him work harder and harder for her. 

Sometimes they even rode together, which was fun (though she beat him every time, but William was a very good sport about it- which Angelina greatly appreciated)

However, their favorite activity to do was to stroll and plant in the garden. Often the two were busy with their lessons, but they’d try their darnedest to squeeze in the time together

The queen, Angelina the First, strongly disapproved of him, but since William hadn’t really done anything wrong, he couldn’t find good reason to send him away, so he remained at the castle. 

William knew how much Angelina hated the suitors and would always try to get the next day off to spend it with her to help her feel better

When he saw the bruise Salazar had left on Angelina he nearly cried out of empathy for her and her situation, and swore that he would never let anything like that happen to her ever again

(That was when Angelina realized she was in love with him too)

They began their secret relationship when he was 19 and she was 18. 

He proposed two years later, right before gaining his knighthood, and Angelina didn’t hesitate to say yes

William was prepared to stay engaged as long as it took, but luckily for them, Queen Angelina the First died a month after he proposed and they were married shortly thereafter. 

Yakko: 

William had always wanted to have children, as he was an only child and loved the idea of raising and having children, and when Angelina told him she was pregnant he was over the moon

However, he was a bit nervous when he realized that his father died when he was eight, and he had few memories of how he was raised, so he studied and read up on every parenting book he could find and studied like a madman before Yakko was born

William fell in love with Yakko instantly

He was really nervous to hold him though, as he was terrified he’d drop him (which was odd, because being a knight made him very strong)

However, he did relax and eventually he was able to hold him without being nervous, and it soon became his favorite thing

He loved to read bedtime stories to Yakko when Angelina was too exhausted to sing a lullaby, and Yakko seemed to really like them, especially as he got older

Angelina said he got his talkativeness from William, and William couldn’t help but agree, he did have a tendency to ramble (especially when he was nervous)

He wanted Yakko to learn how to horseback ride, but Angelina forced him to promise to wait until he was at least eight because of how dangerous it could be

However, she didn’t stop him from getting Yakko a wooden sword, and William proceeded to try and teach him to sword fight, though it clearly wasn’t his forte. Still, Yakko seemed to have fun, and liked to act out the bedtime stories of William’s knighthood to Angelina, who also seemed to find it adorable. 

Wakko:

William had been utterly delighted to find out that Angelina was pregnant again, loving the idea of a big happy family, which Angelina liked too, as she was also an only child

Yakko was curious about what being an older brother would be like, so this time both Yakko and William were studying to prepare themselves

When Wakko wasn’t born crying or breathing, William nearly had a heart attack and died right there

However, the doctor quickly fixed it, and he cried tears of relief and joy

William noticed Wakko had a lot of similar features to his own father, and so made his middle name Alan

It was really hard to get Angelina to let go of Wakko to let him get a chance to hold him (not that he blamed her in the slightest) so he had to wait until she fell asleep to hold him

Again, he fell in love instantly

He was really nervous whenever Wakko was out of his sight, but recognizing that someone had to be the sane one (as Angelina was having terrible separation anxiety) he stayed strong and reminded Angelina that they had done this before and that it was gonna be okay

Helping her helped him a lot, and soon enough their worries were down to a normal level

Wakko was a lot more energetic and wild than Yakko, which reminded William of himself when he was younger, running around Acme Falls. 

William often had to chase Wakko around countless halls of the castle because of how much he loved to run and toddle around

Wakko had less patience for William’s stories- often interrupting with questions or little comments, much to Yakko’s annoyance. William didn’t mind though, as that was when Wakko was the most talkative with him

Dot: 

Again, William was ecstatic upon hearing Angelina was pregnant again

However, his confidence and optimism wavered a bit when King Salazar started causing problems on purpose

He was determined to protect Angelina from him though, intent on keeping the promise he made as a teen

He was determined to not let Angelina worry herself to death though, remaining optimistic about having a little girl (hopefully) and how great it would be when they could all relax with the new baby after this Salazar nonsense ended

He often had to watch the boys as Angelina went to diplomatic meetings and so when he found out that he had actually gone into labor during one and continued to the end anyway he was both in awe and amazement at how strong Angelina was (though he also did have a fairly short lived freak out about how dumb of an idea that was)

When Dot was eventually born though, they were both so tired that they both cried, especially because of how cute she was

William had been in love with the idea of giving her Angelina’s name, and was happy she agreed to it, as he never thought of her name as her mother’s name

He did also like the name Dot (Lena’s suggestion), so he suggested that they call her that for short, and Angelina agreed. 

However, he did panic momentarily as he realized he had no idea how to raise a girl, until Angelina said “just raise her like any other kid- being a girl hardly makes a difference” and William realized he was being stupid, and relaxed.

Since she was born in the spring around the time all the flowers in the gardens went in bloom, William loved to dress her in flower patterned clothes and hair pieces. 

He loved dressing her up (perhaps even more than Angelina did)

He also helped Wakko with advice on what to do as a big brother, and watched him as he watched Dot, finding his curiosity and newfound tameness around her adorable and admirable. 

However, as tensions were rising and Angelina being too exhausted and busy to go to meeting, it soon became William’s job to attend the meetings. William decided it was a good idea to bring Yakko along to help prepare him for when he’d be king, but he realized his mistake when he noticed how nervous he looked as they started discussing war. William promised he wouldn’t let that happen though, which helped Yakko to relax. 

However, Salazar and his army invaded the castle that night, and William wished that he just had more time with his kids, having never wanted them to be orphans like he was, but unfortunately he had no say in the matter and he was killed

Misc. (bc that’s a depressing end)

Hello Nurse was the “best man” at his and Angelina’s wedding

He didn’t realize Lena was only a nickname special people got to call her until after they were married, and he said “it was his greatest honor” when she pointed it out. 

“William, we’re married” “You could’ve married anyone you wanted, but you let me call you Lena”

He’s just... a big ol’ softie. A big teddy bear. He loves cuddling, hugs, crying, and just- he’s impossible to hate

However, like a bear, he gets very protective of his family, and died honorably while trying to protect them

The knight who practically raised him died before Yakko was born, and William held a huge funeral in his honor

He nearly cried when Yakko told him that his favorite story was the story of how he and Angelina met

He taught Yakko how to read and do math, as well as how to sword fight (though it was a slow process since he was only 8 when he died and all)

He grew a mustache bc he thought it made him look more like a king

He loved to just sit and think about all of his and and Angelina’s traits that he could see in the boys (like his optimism in Wakko, Lena’s love of reading and learning in Yakko, etc.)

He loved his children and Angelina with everything he had in him

[wisherbysharlight]

I Wanna Get It, I Didn't Get It, Til Now

Word Count: 4084

Pairing: Analogical

The second in a series of different pairings being capital O Oblivious because that’s a trope I will never ever get tired of.

Virgil sits at the same library table every single day, alone, until one day, Logan needs a seat.

They are both kind of idiots.

Warnings: none that I can think of

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Virgil loved his library table. He would get there after his work study shift in the registrar’s office, around 7pm on weekdays and 1pm on weekends, and the section on the second floor would be mostly clear. Second floor was quiet but not silent, so it didn’t feel oppressive, and he didn’t feel insecure about whether his headphones were too loud or not. His favorite table was just to the left of the water fountain, had an outlet built into it, and the chairs were adjustable enough that he could lean back and press his knees against the side of the table while he typed. He loved his table so much that he’d come even if he didn’t have homework to do, just to scroll through endless Tumblr pages or work on his personal writing. He’d had his table for 3 months with no problem at all, which was why he was baffled when someone came up to him while he was reading and stood expectantly next to the table, overly full backpack hanging off his shoulder.

 He recognized the other man immediately, he was another library regular who usually sat two tables away, always messing with his hair and adjusting his tie pushing his glasses up his nose and drawing Virgil’s eye with movement. He took his headphones down and put them around his neck, though he could still faintly hear his music, “Hi? Can I help you?”

 “The outlet is broken on my table, and I was wondering if I could join you and utilize the other half of yours?” mystery-man asked, gesturing to where Virgil was only using two of the four outlets.

 “Oh sure, of course, go ahead. Sorry about your table,” Virgil offered, brandishing his hand vaguely at the chair across from him.

 “You have nothing to apologize for, of course. I appreciate your amenity. I submitted a work order request, hopefully it will be repaired soon,” the other man took the seat and set his things down before extending a hand across the table, “Logan Perry. I believe I’ve seen you here frequently so this is at least a good opportunity to get acquainted.”

 Virgil blinked a bit, trying to process, then hurriedly pulled his hand out of the makeshift paw he’d made out of his sweatshirt sleeve and shook Logan’s hand so he wouldn’t think that Virgil didn’t want to, “Um. Yeah. I’ve seen you around too, I think. Virgil Storme. Nice to meet you.”

 Logan tipped his head to the side curiously when Virgil leaned over, as though he was listening hard, then adjusted his glasses, “Hmm. Interesting melody. I appreciate the solid bass rhythm. Who is the artist, if you don’t mind my asking?”

 “The... Artist? Oh, you mean the band I’m listening to?” he picked his headphones up but only put one ear on, “It’s Arctic Monkeys. They’re like, known, for solid bass lines, which is probably what you could hear.”

 Logan hummed like he was intrigued, then began pulling books out of his bag and… wow. That was a lot of books, each one thicker than the last. Chemistry I, Physics II, Theory of Numbers, Discrete Mathematics… Virgil had a headache just looking at the titles, “Uh… Wow. That’s some collection you’ve got there. What year are you?”

 “I am a first semester sophomore. I struggled choosing a major, so I opted to dual major in Math and Physics and minor in Philosophy and Conservation Studies. Also a minor in Astronomy, but that came with no extra courseload, just strategic choices in electives. I enjoy learning quite a bit, so I opt to stay during break semesters, and I am on track to graduate on schedule with no more than 18 credits a semester,” Logan rattled off, like he’d gone through the spiel before and was expecting certain questions and wanted to head them off, “And yes, before you ask, I do take breaks, I am not a hermit with no friends, and as far as I know I am not a robot.”

 Virgil blinked dazedly again, trying to absorb the bucketful of information being thrown at him, “Cool. Sounds like you’ve got it under control then. I’m dual-major too, but creative writing and interactive media design have a bunch of overlap.”

 Logan nodded, pulling out what must have been the notebook he was looking for with a triumphant noise, “You want to be a game designer then? Very lucrative career to choose, especially with the current market for such employs.”

“I wanna write books, actually, but like you said, markets good for game writers and I wanna have a fall back in case everything sucks, ya know?” Virgil admitted. He’d been told his stories were good, sure, but there was always a chance it would all go to shit, and the only way to account for that was to put 110% in and have a backup plan for his backup plan’s backup plan.

 Logan gave him an indecipherable look that passed in a moment before he went back to his neutral expression, “Understandable, I suppose. If you would ever like a second opinion on a piece, please allow me to offer my aid. I may not be as fluent in creative ventures, but I am a fan of such works, and my roommate often uses me as a sounding board for his own ideas.”

 Virgil tried not to let his surprise show, he didn’t want to offend his new… desk-mate? Acquaintance? Study partner? Whatever Logan was to him now. “Sure, uh, that’d be great. I don’t know if I can offer the same, since, ya know, science is really not my strong suit, but I can try?”

 Logan pushed his hand through his hair and pulled a hairtie off his wrist to pull it up into a slightly messy bun that kept his hair out of his eyes. Virgil noticed it actually looked more red than brown as the light hit it, and was so distracted he almost didn’t notice Logan offer a genuine smile, green eyes sparkling and catching Virgil off guard yet again with just how attractive he actually was, and flipped his laptop open, “That would be much appreciated Virgil. Thank you.”

 They worked together in silence for the next hour and a half, then both headed back to their dorms. Virgil felt even more productive with just Logan’s presence and aura of concentration, and he found himself hoping the work order took a while to be completed.

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The next day, Virgil arrived at his table to find Logan already there, two coffee cups in front of him, studying a tome of a textbook raptly. Still, he looked up when Virgil took his seat across from him and pushed one of the coffee cups his way, “I made myself a tea downstairs and figured I’d make a second in case you wanted one. It’s a vanilla flavored English black tea, not the garbage they serve in the dining halls.”

 Virgil grabbed the cup greedily, “Oh shit this is perfect, I had an 8am and desperately needed caffeine.” He took an experimental sip and groaned a bit as it hit his tongue, closing his eyes as the warmth passed through him like a calming fire, “Thank you, Logan, it’s delicious.” He thought he heard a choking sound, but when he looked up, Logan was looking back down at his notebook. He thought he saw a slight flush to his face, “Hey, you alright?”

 “Oh yes, I’m fine. I just needed to clear my throat,” Logan insisted, though he did not look up from his book and his cheeks got even brighter. Virgil supposed he was probably a little embarrassed since he was normally so poised and put together.

 “Ok, if you’re sure!” He opened his laptop and checked his to-do list, and was thrilled to realize he didn’t have anything urgent in terms of schoolwork. He opened his novel document instead, and immediately remembered why he’d left off where he did as the frustration resurfaced. Well, he thought, now was as good a time as ever to see if Logan meant it when he said he was willing to help. “Hey, Lo, could you help me find a word for what I’m trying to say here?”

 Logan finally looked up from his book, sticking a bookmark in and closing it before adjusting his glasses and giving Virgil his full attention, “Absolutely, I could do with a break from formulae. Go ahead.”

 Virgil felt a little off balance with the full weight of Logan’s stare, and his brain suddenly chose this moment to remind him that he was very, very gay. He cleared his throat and looked back down at his laptop so he wouldn’t be distracted, “Oh. Um. Thanks. So this guy is looking at his friend who he hadn’t really noticed in a romantic sense before, but i need a word for ‘‘momentary gay panic at how pretty he is’ without saying it like that. Like more poetic? Or just less casual.”

 Logan cleared his throat, face flushing again, and Virgil had a moment of alarm when he realized he didn’t even know if Logan was ok with LGBT stuff, and oh god, what if he was a homophobe and yelled at him or he just made him super uncomfortable or - “While romantic language is typically much more my roommate’s forte, I can certainly, er, relate, to the situation you are describing, and attempt to describe it as Roman would.”

 Virgil let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding, relaxing once he realized the source of Logan’s hesitation was not derived from intolerance but instead from hitting a little too close to home. Then, in a moment of emotional whiplash, his breath caught again as he realized it hit a little too close to home and that meant Logan was likely attracted to men and that was nerve-wracking in an entirely different way. He forced himself to relax, knowing that Logan was likely waiting for an answer, and stammered out, “Y-Yeah, that would be good. Anything would help.”

 “I believe a good way to phrase it would be ‘Suddenly caught unaware by the realization that he may be attracted to this man’. You could also describe side effects of the feeling itself, such as flushed skin or quickened heartbeat or what I believe my friend Patton calls butterflies?, rather than spelling it out explicitly.”

 Virgil couldn’t hold back a grin as the inspiration hit him, “Oh! Duh! Show don’t tell would work perfect here, thank you Logan you rock!”

 He didn’t miss the way Logan looked momentarily shell-shocked and made a mental note to be sure to give him more compliments in the future, if he was that maladjusted to them.

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 Virgil hissed as his pencil broke again, clicking the end to get more lead a bit more aggressively than he probably needed to. Calculus was the devil, he’d decided. He was in hell and series and sequences were his instrument of torture.

 Logan cleared his throat and Virgil’s head shot up in surprise. When had Logan gotten there? Oh good, tea, that was always welcome. He grabbed the cup Logan extended towards him and started chugging before Logan could even give him the usual background on what kind it was like he had every day for the past month. The other table was definitely fixed by now, but the two of them had gotten so used to the company that they’d just kept sitting together. “Virgil, are you… alright?” Logan asked tentatively, and Virgil looked up again, guilty and a bit crazy eyed.

 “Fuck that was so rude. Yes. Yes, I’m fine, sorry, thanks for the tea Lo, I’m just stressed about this godforsaken calc II exam I have Monday. I don’t understand any of this stuff,” he gestured to the packets and notebook and textbook spread out on the table.

 “That’s quite alright, I’m familiar with the stress of midterms. Though I may be able to help alleviate some of yours? I am a junior TA for Calc II, I could potentially provide assistance,” Logan offered.

 Virgil let out a breath of relief, twisting one of his rings in an attempt to quell some of his nervous energy, “Oh that would be incredible. My Grad TA’s office hours are during when I have work, and he’s kinda a dick anyway.”

 Logan exhaled heavily like he was trying not to laugh. “Chad, I assume?” he asked and Virgil nodded, “Well I can definitely be more helpful than that glorified orangutan.” It was Virgil’s turn to be startled into laughing, “Here, let me see what you’re working on....”

 An hour and a half later, Logan was watching him work carefully and when he tentatively circled his final answer he gave him an encouraging nod and a smile, “You’ve got it now. See, it’s all about the rules and the patterns.”

 “Oh Logan I could kiss you,” Virgil enthused, still looking in amazement at his own work, “You just saved my entire life, thank you.”

 Logan cleared his throat and turned away, though when Virgil looked up he could see that the tips of his ears were red. Ugh, you’d think after a month he’d be used to being complimented by now. “Well, if that was all, I, er, I need to work on some of my own assignments.”

 “Yeah, yeah, of course, I can do more practice myself,” Virgil told him, waving him away with a smile, “You’ve absolutely helped enough,  I’ll get you that jam you like so much or something. I owe you so much.” 

 Logan mumbled something in return but when Virgil asked him to repeat it he stammered, “I’ll be right back!” and ran off to the bathroom. Virgil shrugged and went back to puzzling through the rest of his study guide.

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“-so, theoretically, there could in fact be another planet in this solar system, but it would need to be far enough away or small enough to not affect the gravitational pull of Pluto’s moons in a significant way or just in a way which is balanced by another gravitational pull which forced our equations to not identify any irregularity.”

 “Well shit,” Virgil breathed, “So, theoretically, how possible are aliens?”

 “Damn close to guaranteed,” Logan told him with a grin, “Intelligent life, that’s another story, but I still believe they are highly likely-”

 Virgil set his head in his hands, pushing his work to the side so he could simply listen.

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“I’m going to head down to the cafeteria to make another cup of tea, would you like to join me?”

 “Sure thing, Lo, I desperately need to not look at this anymore.” Virgil felt a teeny bit of pride when Logan choked on nothing in what Virgil assumed was shock as he stood up to stretch and revealed his outfit, his heels giving him the extra three inches he needed to be what Remy called scary tall, which was actually enough to effectively tower over Logan, and the confidence to leave his sweatshirt unzipped over a mesh crop top and ripped jeans that he knew looked good, as he had been assured so around 100 times before he agreed to go to the library in it in the first place, “Sorry, forgot you got here after me, my friend’s playing a show tonight after this and I told him I’d hang with his boyfriend and make sure no one gets obnoxious. So I got a little dressed up, cuz I didn’t wanna have to go back to my apartment in between. Besides, when I’m this tall no one fucks with me in general, not just in the mosh pit.”

 “That is… certainly an outfit,” Logan wheezed, then took a sip of his water in an attempt to wash it down.

 “You ok L? You’re all red, I don’t need you dying on me,” Virgil asked, concerned his friend was actually drowning on his own water bottle.

 Logan waved him off, gulping water down like he’d been stuck in the desert for days. “Yes, yes, just a little, erm, parched. Got a bit too focused and forgot to drink and you startled me.”

 “Whatever you say, Professor,” Virgil teased, stretching his arms up to try to roll his shoulders, “Just don’t get too enthusiastic there. Last thing we need is you to choke to death cuz you were thirsty.”

 Logan seemed to make a concentrated effort not to choke again, adjusting his tie and turning on his heel quickly to head down to the cafe, and Virgil considered it a win.

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There was someone else at their table. The new man was broad shouldered, with dirty blonde hair that had just a bit of a beachy wave to it, skin tanned perfectly like he’d never spent a day out of the sun. How was that even possible? They went to school in Massachusetts and it was January. He was gesturing wildly while he spoke and Logan was doing that half-laugh he did when he thought something was funny but didn’t want to admit it and Virgil felt… something… pang deep in his stomach. Of course, Logan was ridiculously hot, Virgil had no chance at all, even if he’d been starting to feel like there was something between them. He definitely didn’t have a chance if Logan wanted someone that looked like that. He couldn’t help but be a little vindictive though as he plastered a smile onto his face and headed over, setting his bag down with a resounding thump, “Wow, this quiet corner just keeps getting more crowded, huh?”

 Logan startled a bit, and Virgil could have been imagining it but he thought he saw a flash of hurt at Virgil’s tone, “I-I suppose. This is Roman, he needed some assistance with his screenplay and I suggested he come here, but we can go back to our apartment if it will be too much of a nuisance for you.”

 Virgil would have eaten his own shoe to take back his original words, but he couldn’t, so he covered up as best he could, “R-Roman. Your roommate. Of course. Hi, I’m Virgil, you can definitely stay. Sorry, just had a long day at work, I’m a little - er- cranky, or whatever.”

 Roman gave him a smirk that was just a tad too knowing for Virgil’s taste, “Don’t worry, Mr. Prince of Darkness. I’ll be out of your hair soon and you two can get back to doing whatever the hell it is you do every day. Just need the human thesaurus here to help me out a bit, and it’s not like he’s ever home anymore with how often he hangs around here for your little study-”

 “Roman,” Logan hissed quickly, and Virgil saw Roman shoot him an unimpressed look.

 “Study sessions.” Roman finished, “Now come on Pocket Protector, what’s another word for pining. I’ve already used it twice, and longing and yearning are both not quite a right fit.” Virgil had a momentary thought that Roman should be very glad looks couldn’t kill, with how Logan was glaring him down. “Nothing? How about some flowery language for black hair or blue eyes, hmm? Think you can help me there?”

“Roman Michaels.” Logan bit out, and Roman gave him a bright, shit-eating grin.

 “No? How about helping me with a sweatshirt sharing scene, how about that? I mean, it’s a cliche, sure, but I’m sure we can put a spin on it, like make it clearly well used and important...”

 “I will dye your hair fluorescent orange in your sleep Roman, I swear,” Logan seethed, and Virgil was stock still, eyes wide as they darted between the two roommates.

 ”Maybe some music recommendations then? Those are slightly less cliche…”

 “Destroy your conditioner and hide your blow dryer, add cheap hair gel to all your shampoo,” Logan continued, attempting to speak over him.

 “I know you’ll suggest a height difference, I believe I can fit that in,” Roman’s voice was rising too, and the new occupants of Logan’s old table were firing dirty looks at them.

 “Guys?” Virgil asked quietly and both of the roommates stopped immediately, turning to him with fire in their eyes, “Um. I guess this is like... a touchy subject? But people are staring cuz you guys are sorta… loud.”

 Roman and Logan both flushed brightly, turning to give awkward waves to the other table while Virgil tried to comprehend what had just happened, “So like… Logan you’re pretty passionate about Roman’s screenplay, huh?”

 Roman groaned dramatically and shoved his laptop in his bag, standing abruptly. “I can’t believe there’s two people as oblivious as you,” he muttered like a curse, then almost literally flounced off with a clearly meaningful look shot at Logan that Virgil couldn’t quite figure out but made Logan flush brighter.

 It was silent for a couple minutes, just the taptaptap of Virgil’s pen against his notebook sounding out through the space between them, before Virgil couldn’t take it and spoke up, “You wanna talk about why that was a thing for you or nah?”

 “Y-You don’t know? Seriously?” Logan looked incredulous, then laughed a little to himself, “Virgil. He was teasing me.”

 “Teasing you? About what?” Virgil asked, trying to think through what it could possibly be, “You that against, like, cheesy romcom cliches?”

 Logan shook his head, still looking like Virgil had amazed him in some way, “Virgil. Please. Think about it. Black hair, blue eyes, height difference, well-worn sweatshirts and music recommendations. You don’t have any idea what he could possibly be mocking me for?”

 Virgil’s brow creased in thought, and suddenly it hit him and he audibly gasped, making Logan swallow nervously, and the word pining soared to the front of his mind, “Y-You. You mean?”

 “I am… Interested in you Virgil. Romantically. I have been since far before I ever sat at your table, the broken outlet just provided a good excuse for me to finally attempt to talk to you. Roman was… blunt but he had informed me that he was, and I quote, ‘Coming to see what the fuss was about’ after I got, I admit, a bit too in depth in lamenting my inability to ask you out on a date. I had no idea he would be so infuriatingly obtuse about it, I hope he did not make you uncomfortable. Obviously, you do not share the sentiment-”

 “Whoa whoa. Hold on there. Who said I didn’t?” Virgil cut in quickly before Logan could keep babbling, recognizing social anxiety when he saw it, “Cuz I sure didn’t.”

 “...I’m sorry?”

 “You should be. Can’t go assuming stuff about people, L. Now why don’t you ask me, straightforward, if I am interested. Because I can guarantee you will like the answer.”

 Logan cleared his throat, then swallowed thickly, his cheeks lightly pink, “Well then, Virgil, I like you very much and would like to know if you would like to accompany me to dinner this Friday night? As a date?”

 “I’ll do you one better, since I also very much like you back, and I don’t think my anxiety could take waiting that long. Let’s go get some food right now. I’m starving and I would very much like to kiss you and I want to get at least one date in before I totally ruin your opinion of me and do that right here in this library, and Friday can be our second date, deal?” Virgil offered, extending his hand across the table to Logan.

 Logan grasped his hand and brought it up to his lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles with a heady glance up through his glasses, “V, I think you will find that there is not much that you could do which I would not fully endorse at this moment. But I absolutely accept this proposal. Let’s go.”

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 5 years later, almost exactly to the day, Roman is insufferable during his best man speech about the fact that he is the reason they even got together in the first place, and insists that if left to their own devices they would still be meeting at 7pm on weeknights and 1pm on weekends at a table in the corner of the library with the good chairs and never, ever confessing their love. Logan and Virgil are too busy clinging to each others’ hands and staring into each others’ eyes to dispute it at all.

[itgetsdarksometimes35]

Love in True Form II

Warnings: Non-con, dub-con, A/B/O, loss of virginity, breeding kink, lactation kink, multiple pregnancies, multiple children, birth, maybe more, 18+

Word Count: 2,720

Pairings: Dark Alpha! Steve Rogers / Omega! Reader, Dark Alpha! Bucky Barnes / Omega! Reader

Summary: Reader moves to the country side to live a slower life she’s not used to after living all her life in the city. She meets two men who can’t seem to get out of her life, and she sees them everywhere. What happens when their instincts get the better of them?

Chapter summary: Reader starts to settle in and has her first meeting with a new client. 

- indicates POV change

~ indicates a time change

A/N: WOW this is completely overdue. Hope everyone enjoys, my masterlist should be working soon. ALSO the POV will stay first person, so sorry if you’re not into that. I’m trying to interoperate different writing styles, and I have plenty of other fics in 2nd person (3rd person will be next at some point in another fic) 

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When I got home, I was still a little shaken from the two guys I had encountered. Their crystal blue eyes made me feel unsettled, yet I couldn’t shake the familiarity I got from them. Had I met them before? Were they there when I was scoping out this place a few months ago? Questions racked my brain, but it was impossible. The only person I had met was my real estate agent. Nobody had been around for miles, and today was the first day I had traveled into town. 

I decided not to think about it any longer due to the countless emails from patients trying to set up virtual appointments. I opened them up and started working my way through each person, delicately reading and responding appropriately with a time that worked for us both. 

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Steve slammed down the supplies he had bought at the store into the shed. Bucky was inside working on the fire to keep them warm for the night. Steve’s body tingled as he remembered the omega they encountered, as he remembered her faint scent, saw her beautiful body. He felt his blue jeans get a bit tighter at the thought of having her as his own. It’s what they’ve been dreaming of for years, him and Bucky. 

Steve ventured back into the house to find Bucky pacing about with his hands behind his back. When Steve shut the door, Bucky turned to him, halting his pacing. 

“We have to find her.”

“I know,” Steve sighed, moving to the kitchen to start dinner. 

“She smelled magnificent, Stevie, I never thought I’d find someone. She was an omega. A real omega. They don’t exist anymore!”

Steve nodded along. He wasn’t ignoring his friend, quite the opposite actually. He was devising a plan to get their omega. He wasn’t sure how he would, but he wanted it to be as sweet as possible for her. But he also thought of possible reasons she was alive. It didn’t make any sense. Like Bucky said, omegas didn’t exist anymore. 

In their day, there were thousands of them. Steve was a beta then so he had no chance at them, but Bucky was always an alpha. From both of their understanding, omegas had died off while they were still in ice. The omegas had bred with alphas, nothing else was possible, but their offspring seemed to be only beta. Now, nobody really knew what alphas, betas, or omegas were; they were just humans. No special category to go into. 

“Steve?” Bucky was sweating at this point, the worrying for the omega was bringing his alpha out of him. He was looking at Steve with wide, blown out eyes. Steve smiled sweetly before clapping his hand over Bucky’s shoulder. 

“Buck, I know. Her scent hasn’t left me since we saw her in town, and I’d be lying if I said this all made sense. We’ll get her, though, don’t worry. I have a plan.” Bucky nodded his head and glanced at the ground as he put his weight on another foot. 

“When?” he asked impatiently yet gloomfully, meeting his eyes again.

Steve sighed and removed his hand. “We have to ease her into it, Buck. We can’t scare her or force anything, it’ll just make everything that follows way harder than it needs to be.”

Bucky nodded at Steve’s words. He knew what he said was true, but he needed his omega. Their omega. The thought of sharing an omega would typically never be an option for him, but with Steve it was different. 

Steve knew this girl had no idea what he or Bucky was. Hell, she didn’t even know what she was! She was going to be scared and reluctant, and she’d fight them until the end. They were going to have to shape her into an omega. No doubt she wasn’t taught properly how to be one, but Steve could be patient. He had waited this long, he could wait a little longer. 

Bucky switched from foot to foot one last time before retiring to the kitchen. Steve looked at his friend and shook his head. He had a feeling his Bucky wasn’t going to be as willing to wait as him. 

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I was jerked from my dreams with a loud snore. I looked around and saw my small home completely dark, save for the little moonlight coming through my living room curtains. I sat up from my couch and grabbed the book that I had been reading, that had fallen to the floor, before making my way into the kitchen where my laptop sat. 

I pressed a few keys to wake up the monitor, and I looked at the time--when the screen lit up--to see it was half past 1. I scrolled to my email tab and saw a new email request from someone who wanted to set up an appointment. I clicked on the email and quickly typed in a response for a time to talk that suited us both. 

This Steve Rogers seemed nice. 

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My hands ached as I planted the last cabbage plant into the ground. So far I had a garden of carrots, cabbage, broccoli, and celery. This new vegetarian diet was something I had never tried before, nor were these foods something I was particularly fond of, but I was more than willing to give it a try. 

I dusted my hands off and ventured inside the cabin to where my only two pieces of technology lay. I checked the time on my phone before setting it back down. I still had 15 more minutes before my online meeting with Steve started, so I walked to the fridge to cool down with water and have a break. 

I looked at my bookshelf and decided I needed more books. All I could fit in my car was about 30 books, but I had already read most of them. It wouldn’t take long to get through the rest, but thankfully Molly told me she had some I could have. I smiled to myself at the thought of being met with a bunch of planting books when going to retrieve the older woman’s stash. Not that I wouldn’t use them, though, Lord knows I certainly need to get better at this whole gardening thing. My hunger kinda depended on it. 

I was brought from my thoughts when my computer started ringing from the Skype app, causing me to frown at the screen. Who could that be? No patients were scheduled right now, and nobody else would want to call me; my family and few friends seemed to be shunning me on my choice to leave. Maybe they believed if they shunned me enough I’d come back to the city. I scoffed at that. Not a chance.

I pushed myself from the counter I was leaning on and walked to the screen to look at the ID. “Steven Rogers.” I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at the clock at the bottom right hand corner of the screen. We still had 10 more minutes. Regardless, I reluctantly pressed “answer”; what else am I doing right now?

Skype connected us, but Steve’s screen was completely black. I checked my connection, but it wasn’t me. I didn’t hear anything, so I decided to wait a few more seconds for him to connect. His internet must be bad. 

“Steve?” I smiled at the dark screen, and hoped he could at least see me. Putting a face to a name and voice could really help someone who’s going through something; it can help them realize other people do care. 

“Hello?”

“Hey! Oh, erm- can you see me? Your screen is black, so I can’t see you.” It got silent for a second. 

“Oh, yeah I can see you. I don’t know why you can’t see me; I’m sorry it’s probably me. I’m not good at this technology stuff. I had a hard time turning on my mic, that’s why I was silent at first.” He gave a dry laugh.

“Don’t apologize, it’s okay. I had a hard time getting used to this when I first started, too, so don’t worry! You’ll get used to it soon.” I smiled at the dark screen, I was glad Steve could see me. “I should apologize for my appearance, though, I was working in the garden.”

“Oh, you look lovely, don’t worry.”

I blushed at his compliment and reached for the bag leaning against the table’s leg. Inside was a notebook that contained details about my patients. I didn’t like discussing much over email or text--I liked talking about it face to face, or face to black screen in this case-- so that’s why Steve’s section was mostly empty. All I knew was his name and that he lived about 10 miles from me. 

“Well, enough about me. What did you want to discuss today?”

~

Steve and I ended up talking about how he felt different from everyone else. He felt he couldn’t relate with everyone else and that he just felt alienated. I nodded the entire time he spoke, stealing glances at my notebook to take notes every few seconds. 

When he was done I asked him a few questions. Any reasons he may have as to why he felt this way, when did he start feeling like this? Was there any dramatic change in his life? He answered he used to feel normal, in his early years, but one day he just woke up and felt unable to relate to the people around him anymore. He even felt he lost family and friends. My heart broke in my chest as I jotted down more notes. That was something I could sort of relate to, I thought.

We talked about ways he could enter outside of his comfort zone, finding hobbies that others enjoyed in order to feel a bit more connected. Go to stores that, not many people shopped at, but enough to let him ease into a life that involved other people again.

I asked him if he had any social media. If he wasn’t comfortable with doing social things in person yet, there were plenty of groups to join online that incorporated fun activities and joined people together virtually. It could also be a good way to connect with lost connections and maybe make new ones. 

“Oh, no Doll, I can’t say I do. I’m not really into anything like that. I don’t even have a tv, and, as you can already see, have bad internet.” He chuckled again and I joined in a bit. 

“Oh yeah, I understand.” I had sworn off phones--except my cell that was stripped of everything except my contacts list-- and tvs, so I understood where Steve was coming from completely. “Well hey, no harm in that. Social media can be good, but in my opinion the best contact can be made face to face. No offense.” I laughed at the irony and Steve did, too. 

“Thank you, and I agree.”

I hummed in response and pulled out my calendar from my bag. I looked for a free spot next week, and saw an opening on Thursday at 3:45. 

“Alright, Steve, it’s been a pleasure speaking with you, but our time is up, sadly. I’d like to reschedule an appointment with you, if that’s okay, next week. How does Thursday at 3:45 sound?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Great! Okay, remember what I said. I look forward to our next chat. Hopefully I can see you next time,” I added with a smile and a small giggle.

“Me too, talk to you soon, Doll.” There goes that nickname and my blush again.

“Bye!” The call ended and I made a few more notes in my notebook before closing it. My next appointment wasn’t for another hour, so I thought maybe I could go to town to get some stuff I couldn’t grow myself--or at all.  

As I went to shower and look presentable, I couldn’t stop thinking about Steve. He was a charmer, and for someone who felt disconnected was able to connect with me fast. I tried to destroy the barrier I tended to feel with patients that had been made. They sometimes saw me as a figure, but I wanted them to feel as if I were a friend they could confide in. I was there to help them, yes, but I didn’t see the need in them calling me Miss. My name would do just fine, or any other nickname they picked up along the way, but Steve chose “doll” fairly quickly. He even asked me a lot of questions. Where I lived before, where I lived now, where I went to college, things like that. We had a lot more in common than I thought we would, though, so maybe that’s why we just clicked better. Everyone moves at different speeds, and I needed to remember that.

-

Steve pushed the laptop further down the table, away from him. He had a giant smile on his face, and he couldn’t deny the hard on he was sporting from just hearing her voice. He couldn’t believe the tape and microphone trick had worked. He felt bad about lying, but he didn’t want to scare her off by seeing him. Plus, he needed to hear her voice and her breathing for a bit, just before he started speaking. 

When she introduced herself to him, it took him everything not to repeat it over and over like a love poem his mother used to read to him. He wanted to draw her in her “messy” state, her hair sticking up in wild places; some strands sticking to her forehead from sweat. He wondered if that’s what she’d look like under him.

He disappeared into his room and shut the door. Bucky went back into town after he found they had forgotten something at the store. Steve had a while before he got back, and he decided to take advantage of it. 

Steve laid down on the bed and shimmied out of his suddenly tight jeans. He gripped his member through his underwear and groaned at the feeling. He stroked his member over the fabric a few more times, teasing himself, before removing himself from his confides completely. Steve’s rock hard cock sprung out and hit his stomach, slightly bobbing. He sighed in frustration yet relief at the feeling. The tip was fiery red with precum oozing out from the slit. He spit into his hand before grabbing the base firmly. 

Steve stroked himself, slowly at first, up and down. He moaned and panted as his hand got him off, his mind on the woman and her sweet voice the entire time. How her boobs would look when they were released from the tight black shirt she had worn in the meeting. How she’d look begging for her alpha’s fat cock to plunge into your tiny cunt, milking him and bringing on his knot. How’d it feel to claim her and ceal you both in a bond. How she’d look carrying his pups, her tits leaking for milk he’d happily drink up. Steve took a break from working himself to tease his tip with his thumb, shuddering a bit before he pumped himself faster as his moans got louder and more desperate as his need to cum became greater and greater. He was whining the omega’s name like a chant as his other hand reached down to start playing with his balls. His hips were rising, fucking his fist harder and harder. He moaned a few more times before he felt the sweet swell of his cock as his knot grew. Spurts of cum flew from his pulsing member as he worked himself through his orgasm. He continued to roar and growl her name as he came down. 

When Steve was satisfied, he just stared at the ceiling, a smile still playing at his lips. He couldn’t remember the last time he had cum that hard. Hell, he couldn’t even remember the last time he was that hard! As he waited for his knot to subside, he started cleaning up his mess and headed into the shower. Bucky would be home any minute now, and he had to tell him everything that he had learned about you. 

xxx

[jungkookiebus]

The Client pt. II | kth

Genre: smut x ANGST x sex worker!au x some fluff i guess?? Pairing: nondiol!taehyung x sexworker!reader Rating: 18+ Word Count: 4.3k Warnings: semi-public(?) masturbation (male), finger fucking, vaginal sex, the sex is pretty vanilla but FEELINGS Author’s Note: I’m not putting a summary here because I don’t think the sex work bears repeating, BUT I will say that most of this fic is from Tae’s POV and briefly in the reader’s. Slightly unedited (I blame benadryl), but I hope you enjoy it!

He jingled the loose change, paper clip, and the occasional scrap of paper in his suit pocket. Taehyung stood in line at the coffee shop along with about ten other patrons ahead of him. He checked his watch for the thirtieth time in the last two minutes. Tapping his shoe, he leaned out to look at the person at the counter, seeing what the hold up was. Are you ordering for your family of twelve, what the fuck? he thought to himself. He had a meeting at 9 and it was pushing 8:30. Thankfully, his building was a block away. More people came in the door to stand behind him. He cringed every time he heard the stupid bell over the door. He was antsy, antsy because of the meeting and antsy because…well. He looked at his watch again. 8:31. Maybe he didn’t need caffeine. No, fuck that, he deserved this coffee.

That’s when he heard it. He hadn’t turned around as people came into the shop and piled in behind him; he was too concerned about the people ahead of him. Would it kill them to know their order before they got there? It was a voice he hadn’t expected to hear here, or anywhere for that matter. His fingers tightened around the change and paper clip until they dug into his palm and hurt. Immediately, his hands began to sweat, and he felt his back perspire under his silk shirt. His suit jacket suddenly became suffocating and all at once, coffee was the last thing on his mind. His mind was elsewhere, in a room he knew intimately with a girl whose body he knew better than any woman he had ever been with. The dark, silk fabric of the shirt you had given him felt like cool water across his skin. You looked devastatingly beautiful above him as you straddled his waist. He remembered you smelled like vanilla that night and the feeling of your lingerie bunched in his hands as you sat on his face. Your voice, your smile, your moans, all of it filled his mind in such quick succession that he forgot to breath for a few seconds.

He looked behind him slowly, eyes already averted downwards because he knew you were almost a head shorter than him. You didn’t see him as he turned to look over his shoulder. You looked so casual. You were swathed in an oversized hoodie, hood covering your hair, backpack on, and talking on your phone.

“No, I won’t be available Wednesday night.”

You sounded so professional, so he knew immediately it wasn’t someone you knew. His heart seized in his chest. What did he expect? It was your job and he was your client. He signed a contract when he first met you and he intended to follow your explicit rules because he didn’t know what he’d do if you fired him. No feelings. Wait. Wednesday. He was booked to see you Wednesday. His heart soared at the thought, but then immediately sunk as you spoke again.

“But I do have Friday evening available at six if you’d like. Perfect. Thank you.”

The conversation seemed to end then, so he quickly looked ahead of him, chewing his bottom lip to keep himself from turning around and saying something. He had never seen you in public before, so he wasn’t sure if it was…wrong to talk to you. He decided instead to look ahead and follow dumbly behind the others.

He looked at his watch again. 8:40. Three people ahead of him. You shuffled a little behind him, sniffling. He imagined that you were probably scrolling through your social media or talking to your real life friends. How he wished he had met you normally, like, maybe in a coffee shop. He wanted to laugh at the irony. Then your phone rang, some Twice song he recognized. And, you laughed, and he felt his chest tighten. This time you were talking to someone you knew, and your voice was so airy, so full of happiness, and so fucking beautiful. You had an almost pavlovian effect on him and he felt his mouth salivate suddenly.

Fuck you, Kim Taehyung, do not get a boner in here.

One person ahead of him. You were still talking when he got to the counter so you probably wouldn’t recognize his voice. It didn’t sound like you did as he stumbled over his words as he tried to listen to you at the same time. He shuffled sideways, trying not to turn towards you as he went to the end of the counter. He watched you put your phone on the counter, talking animatedly with the cashier as you politely gave your order and paid. He turned towards a rack of newspapers and stared at them as if they were interesting. You had picked up your phone and continued your conversation as you waited.

“Taehyung!” he heard yelled.

Your conversation didn’t falter. It wasn’t like his name was unique. He knew at least two other Taehyung’s. He kept his back to you as much as possible as he reached out for his drink and ducked out the door. Sighing heavily, he walked quickly to his building, making it just in time to reach his 9:00 meeting only a minute late.

At lunch, he sat at his desk, the cup of ramen steaming next to him as he absently stirred it with his chopsticks. He had closed his door behind him when he came back inside for some privacy. Now, he was sitting at his computer staring at the blank email he was about to type. You had been on his mind all throughout the meeting and if you asked him now, he wouldn’t remember half of it. He was still thinking about you, looking so small behind him, and relaxed. Something about it turned him on and broke his heart at the same time. No feelings. Why did he have to be so soft? Why did he have to be so romantic? He loved being with you and if it meant keeping his stupid mouth shut, he would. But, what if, he asked for it in role play? For an hour he could pretend you were his. For an hour he could treat you how he always wanted and at the end he could pretend it was all an act, like he usually did. One kiss to the corner of your mouth and because that wasn’t enough, he’d leave one on your lips. He’d keep his eyes closed and his thoughts focused solely on your lips against his, memorizing the softness of them, and holding the thought in the forefront of his mind until he could see you again.

He stared at the cursor, watching it blink methodically, thinking how he was going to write this out. He chewed on his lip, closed his eyes, and leaned back in his chair. The ramen was left, forgotten, and the steam had dissipated into the air. Your face was there in his mind and you were laid out under him in that same hoodie you wore today, eyes closed, perfect mouth formed into an O as his fingers slid inside of you. He had done it so many times that imagining the feeling wasn’t too hard. He was soon unbuckling his belt, undoing the button on his slacks, and had the zipper pulled down and his cock out of his boxers before he could even think twice about it. He had his hand on his cock, pumping himself as he thought of the perfect scenario with you. He could live out his wildest fantasy without you knowing the slightest about his feelings. His head fell back against his chair as he moved his hand faster, twisting his wrist just the way you did. When his fantasy reached its peak, he found himself coming into his hand, and he scrambled quickly to grab a nearby tissue before he made a mess of his suit. He sighed, staring at the ceiling as he held the sticky tissue balled in his hand, wondering what he had become. You were doing things to him he had never felt before. He berated himself again before he exhaled and threw the tissue in the trash. He stood up to right himself before sitting back down, wiping his hand again and grabbing some sanitizer to hold him over before he could go to the bathroom. With determination, he put his fingers to his keyboard and began to type.

Your POV

You heard your phone ping in your pocket as you sat at lunch with your friend outside of a café. She was telling you a story while simultaneously scrolling through facebook, so you didn’t feel too bad about pulling out your phone to see it was an email. You opened it and immediately recognized the email address it was from. Your heart quickened as you opened it, knowing it would be a scenario and requests for your session. It was…so domestic. You felt warmth bloom inside of you as you continued reading, totally ignoring your friend who had yet to notice. Then, you got to the list of requests, always at the bottom after he signed the letter, and you froze in shock at what you saw. The outfit he wanted you to wear was yours, down to the tee. Your gaze immediately shot up and to your surroundings, searching for the familiar dark mop of hair and wide smile, but he was nowhere to be seen. You looked back down at the email at the other requests; just a basic room set up, almost as if you were at home. That quote in the email stood out the most. Well, if it was you that he wanted, it was you you were going to deliver.

Taehyung’s POV

He walked excitedly and quickly among the going home crowd of the evening. It was Wednesday night and his night with you, and he had been on edge all day, willing time to go by faster at work as he kept his eyes glued to the clock. He made it early, which was fine, that gave him more time to calm down and change in the room. When he arrived, he pressed in the passcode you had sent him and was immediately met with the smell of what seemed to be fresh blueberry muffins. It smelled like you had been baking, but he knew that wasn’t true, this was all part of the set up. The room was set up as it usually was, and you had left out strawberry juice for him. He knew thoughtfulness was part of your job, but it made him feel good to know how observant of him you were. He quickly took off his suit and pulled sweatpants and a sweatshirt from his bag and pulled them on, feeling 100 times more comfortable. The small, electronic ding that signaled it was okay for him to enter sounded in the room. More nervous than he had ever been, he rubbed his palms on his thighs before getting up and going to the door. He held his hand there for a second, took a deep breath, and opened the door. The room was set up almost exactly how he had imagined you would. The bed was made up comfortably with a plain grey comforter and a fair number of pillows. The lights were dim as per usual, but a diffuser sat in one corner pumping out the smell of peppermint and lemongrass. Soft, 40s music played in the background and he suddenly felt so at ease. He had asked you to set up as if you were at home and he knew you were revealing a piece of yourself to him. He had found out more about you in the last thirty seconds than he had in any other session because they were always about him. And there you sat, in the middle of the bed, cross legged, hair up in a falling bun, black leggings, and the same hoodie he had seen you in before. You smiled softly at him as you patted the bed next to you.

“Come sit. It’s been a long day.” Your smile spread wider as he approached. He always knew how to act around you, always in a persona of sorts, as not to give himself away completely.

“Did you have a good day?” he asked, all a part of the act, you didn’t have to know he was serious.

“It wasn’t too bad. I got coffee before school this morning.” Taehyung’s breath caught as you liltingly began to talk, but you didn’t seem to notice as you kept talking. “Then I went to a couple of classes, pretty big test in one but it felt okay, then lunch with a friend, and…”

He couldn’t stand it any longer as he grabbed the back of your head and brought your lips to his. You sighed as he kissed you and he immediately explored your mouth with his tongue.

“What’s gotten into you?” you asked as you pulled away. The act.

“Can I make love to you?” he whispered. He watched your expression soften and your eyes glistened. You studied his eyes for a few seconds as if contemplating something.

“Of course, you can,” you whispered back.

He kissed you again with more passion this time, pushing you back against the blanket as he slotted himself on top of you. He held your face sweetly in his hands and kissed you even deeper, mouth almost devouring yours. If you couldn’t be his, tonight he would pretend like you were. He moved his hands to the back of your head, fingers buried in your hair as he tried to bring you even closer to him. You moaned as he kissed you more and he tried to let his mind think this was real, that you were all for him, and he was all yours. The thought sat there and grew until he believed himself and he felt like if he couldn’t tell you he could at least show you. He moved away, kissing your cheek lightly and then the underside of your jaw. You tilted your head back as he moved his lips down the column of your neck. He heard your breath catch and then shudder out of your mouth as he slowly moved up the other side, barely kissing you, but it seemed to be affecting you deeply. Your hands were buried in the back of his sweatshirt and your legs caged his hips, heels pushing his ass to get him closer. He ground against you and you moaned again, but he kept his kisses soft. Chest to chest and lips to lips again, he held you as close as possible, his left hand pulled your hair back gently to angle your mouth differently against his while his right was hot against your neck. You were pushing yourself up into him as if you were trying to get your body to meld with his. He kissed your neck again, opened mouth as you began to turn him on more and more. He situated himself more on his knees and you groaned as his weight disappeared, seeming disappointed. He skated his hand over the soft fabric of your sweatshirt, feeling your hardened nipple through it before he was at the hem of your leggings.

“Can I take these off?” he asked.

You nodded quickly as you reached down, and he stopped you by grabbing your wrist.

“Let me do it.” Your eyes searched his as he held your wrist. “Please.”

You nodded before laying back against the bed and he sat up, looking at you as he grabbed the waistband and slowly slid them down your legs, kissing the tops of your thighs, your knee, and calf as he pulled them off your legs. He slowly kissed his way back up and he felt the way you shivered as he kissed the inside of your thigh. He kissed your hipbone and you grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt to pull it off and he stopped you again.

“Leave it on, please.”

He wasn’t sure why he was saying please so much, but he wanted this to go exactly how he imagined because he wasn’t going to get this again. You pulled your hands away, only looking vexed for a second before relaxing again.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

He sighed, closing his eyes, soaking in the words and tried to believe they were real. Once again, his heart ached in his chest, hearing something he always longed to hear, every day, so sweetly from your lips, and it’s all a lie. But he had to push the feeling down so that he didn’t ruin this for himself.

His dipped his hand into your underwear, and your soft well-trimmed pubic hair brushed against his palm as he dipped his fingers to your center, lips on yours again. You immediately responded to him, chest arching upwards as he pushed two fingers barely inside of you. You were already so wet for him and for a moment he let himself believe it was only him that you needed for this. He pushed a little further and you moaned into his mouth. When he had them in as far as he could go, you bit at his bottom lip as your hands clawed up his back.

“You wanna come on my fingers, baby?” His lips were still against yours and he suddenly and all at once felt so hot. He wanted to take off all his clothes but there was no way in hell he was taking his fingers out of you yet.

“Please, Taehyung,” you moaned.

His name tumbled out in a shuddering breath and he felt himself grow harder and his entire body ached. He kissed the side of your neck wetly as he began to pump his fingers a little faster. Your feet slid along the cotton fabric, the sound of your soft skin brushing against it, music to his ears, as you opened your legs wider for him. Your hips began to roll in time with his fingers and he bit the skin under your ear. A small whine escaped your lips as he buried his face in your hair, hand holding your hair tightly as he breathed heavily. Your whimpers and sighs grew in tempo the faster he moved. He hooked his fingers knowing exactly how to have you shaking on the bed within minutes. You cried out as he began to hit it on each thrust of his fingers, curving them just right as his thumb found your clit. And soon, you did begin to shake. He felt it in your hands first as you seemed to never be able to hold enough of him, then your upper body as your chest rose against his quickly, and then in your hips as you circled them and they dug into the bed. His fingers kept up with you though, and he wanted this to be explosive. Your cunt tightened around him, and it only took a press of his thumb against your clit to have you crying out as you came. Your body shuddered, and you cried more as he pumped his fingers faster, extending your orgasm. You inhaled deeply and he felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest as he moaned into your skin.

“That’s it, baby, come all over my fingers.”

He kept his pace until your hands were at his wrist trying to pull him away and he did so as you gathered his face in your hands and brought his lips to yours.

When you kissed him it felt real, almost as if you reciprocated…no. This was still all an act and you were good at what you did, or he wouldn’t be here. Instead of letting his mind wander he sat up and pulled his sweatshirt over his head before pulling off his pants too. He reached over into the side table where he knew you always placed the condoms and pulled one out. You looked completely blissed out, glowing and lying among the pillows so beautifully he could hardly stand it. When he had the condom on, he moved back over you, hovering as he looked at you. Your eyes were half lidded, but your gaze never wavered as you looked at him. Instead of saying what his heart told him to he moved to kiss you again, he pulled your underwear off and, slower this time, he ran one of his hands over your swollen cunt. You whimpered just a little as he massaged your clit gently, dipping his fingers every now and again, and back to your clit. When you were ready, he ran the head of his cock up and down your slit as he kissed you. Your hands were buried in his hair, pulling at the roots, and your new pleasure spurred him on. Little by little, he pushed inside. You were still so swollen that it took time for him to push all the way to the hilt, but he went slow for your comfort. When fully inside, you sighed as if you had seen someone you had missed after a long time. Your hands softened their grip, opting instead to twirl your fingers in his curls. Your legs were back around his waist as he began to slide his cock in and out a little faster. You felt like heaven around him, even through the condom.

The smell of peppermint, lemongrass, and your natural scent filled his nose and senses, giving him an almost high as you continued to swallow him. He would take this memory to the grave, it would haunt his dreams, and it would plague his daily life from now on, but it was worth it, if for one night. Then, the both of you would go back to your roles, finding something else to do the next time he scheduled to be with you.

Your sighs and small moans were all he could hear and wanted to hear, if only you were in his bed, whispering these things out of love and not for money. But he had to push those thoughts back.

He looked at you as you closed your eyes, lost in pleasure as he fucked you. To an extent, this was real for you and at least he had that. You looked so magnificent, even more so than his daydream at lunch the other day. His subconscious couldn’t possibly do justice to your beauty. His breath quickened as he hooked one arm behind your knee, spreading you open a bit further so that his cock could go impossibly further. You cried out this time the deeper he hit and soon he saw tears running down your cheeks. You began to gasp, hands clawing at the blankets next to you, and Taehyung had never seen anything like you; not in museums, movies, or books and he was suddenly overwhelmed by it. He thrust faster, ensuring not to hurt you, and with the way you tightened again he knew you were close. He leaned down, drawing your knee closer to your chest.

“Fuck, Taehyung, fuck I’m g-gonna come, oh my god.” You were a stuttering mess as he made it his mission to have you come again. He was dangerously close and trying to stop himself before you got to.

Tears streamed faster down your face; eyes screwed shut as you came in silent cry. Your jaw dropped open and your body convulsed more than the last time you came, leg tensing in his grip as your back arched off the bed. He thrust faster and faster. Watching you come ignited a fire inside of him and he wished he could do this for you every morning and night. If you were his, he’d make you feel so good every day that you wouldn’t need to do this anymore, but then again, this wasn’t what you were here for.

He came with a loud moan, collapsing to his elbow as he came in the condom, wishing so badly he could fill you up. Wishing so badly to tell you,

“I love you.”

His body flushed with heat, suddenly still as he realized he said the words out loud. You, too, tensed beneath him, suddenly sobered up post orgasm. He slowly let go of your leg as he pushed away from you. You looked stunned as you searched his face, almost as if you were trying to figure out if this were part of the act; this domesticity he so wanted.

He sat back, pulling out of you, and you still sat looking at him and it was almost too much for him to bear. Why had he let himself say that?

“I think you need to leave,” you whispered finally.

His heart dropped at your words. He had indeed royally fucked up now.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why-,“ but you were cutting him off.

“Taehyung, please clean up and leave.”

You looked as if you were going to cry, but you kept an even expression as you stared at him, willing him to say anything more. You looked a little pissed and…sad.

He pulled the condom off, tied, and tossed it away. He didn’t bother to go to the bathroom even though he felt like he was going to puke at any moment. Instead, he put his clothes on quickly and walked to the door. He looked back at you and you were still in the same position on the bed, looking at him, tears welling up in your eyes and he wasn’t sure why what he said had that effect on you, but decided now was not the time to ask. He wanted to cry himself, but told himself it would be foolish now, not that he would do it for pity. He had already ruined any of his chances at coming back and you didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk about it. After all, he had signed a contract.

No feelings.

[shessoparticular]

Headphones - s.m pt ii

This is a (much longer) follow up to my first blurb headphones, which can be found here. Enjoy some more dad! Shawn x

Shawn had braced himself for the aftermath of his random and public announcement of his daughter. He knew that the two of you hadn’t discussed ever talking about her publicly, and definitely not on a whim as Shawn had. He knew that you wanted to maintain anonymity at places like the grocery store and the park with your daughter and the thought of him jeopardizing that made him upset at himself.

You couldn’t be mad at him; you knew he adored Frankie with every ounce of his being and would never do anything to intentionally hurt her or you. Heading backstage after the show only confirmed this. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me” Shawn started as you sat down in the greenroom. “I was just in the moment and when I spotted my two favorite girls in the crowd I wasn’t thinking and just started talking about her. I’m so sorry” He apologized while taking a sleepy Frankie from your arms. “So good dada!” Your daughter exclaimed, hugging into her daddy’s shoulders and nestling her face in his neck. “I put on my best show for you and mommy” He replied, leaving wet kisses all over the girl who was not as sleepy anymore, giggling up at her daddy. “I’m not mad Shawn” You replied, hugging into his side as he tried to calm Frankie down. “I know it probably wasn’t the ideal way for us to announce the existence of this silly girl, but it was bound to happen one day, plus it was super cute” You explained, never being able to stay that mad at the gentle giant.

Playing in New York City had its perks, like staying in a 5-star hotel for a few days far away from the cramped busses with your loud daughter and a bunch of crazy touring boys. Frankie loved all her uncles, but you knew everyone needed a break from each other sometimes. It also meant Shawn spent most of the first day off doing press and you knew that Frankie would definitely be bought up by interviewers because of her dads out of the blue announcement at the show the night beforehand. You couldn’t hideaway for a few days and just hope it would all blow over this time.

“Babe I promise Elvis is super respectful, I’ve known him since I was like 16 or 17, its safe for you and Frankie to come along” Shawn promised, smiling next to you in bed while your daughter played on his chest. “Me come dada?” She asked raising her head to look up at him, clearly understanding that her dad was trying to get her to come along to his first interview of the day. “Let’s see what your mommy says hey?” He laughed, brushing the curls out of your daughters eyes. You knew that she was obviously going to be a topic of conversation for quite a while. “Okay, but she’s not in front of the cameras under any circumstances okay? I like Elvis’ show so it’s probably a good way to start” You responded, trying to get used to what you assumed would become the new normal. “I’m gonna try and be as truthful as possible if that’s okay? There’s no point in lying about it now” He replied as you nodded your head in agreeance.

“For the 100th time it seems, please welcome Shawn Mendes to the Elvis Duran show” Elvis Duran exclaimed. He one of Shawn’s favorite interviewers and you knew that this was probably the safest show to do straight after the announcement. “Happy to be back. You guys know that this is my favorite place to come to every time I’m in town” Shawn replied sincerely. “Don’t start that with me Mendes, we have to discuss something serious with you after last night” Elvis sassed as you grimaced watching from behind the screens with Shawn’s press crew. You knew that Frankie would be bought up eventually, but you were given no time to prepare as she was about to be Elvis’ first topic. “Ahh yes, I knew this was gonna happen after my slip up last night” Shawn laughed, trying to be as truthful as possible as you’d previously discussed. “You have a daughter!” Medha, Elvis’ cohost exclaimed loudly. “When did this happen, Shawn?” Elvis asked, allowing Shawn to try and explain himself. “It’s a long story” He laughed before continuing to explain. “My wife isn’t in the public eye and we’ve tried to keep it that way for a long time. She shouldn’t have to deal with stuff like being harassed and followed in public because of my career so we decided pretty early on that I’d keep that side of my life pretty private” He continued, making eye contact with you as you blew him a kiss through the window of the studio. “Frankie came along around 18 months ago and it was extremely hard for me to not talk about her. That’s why I didn’t tour for a little bit, I wanted to be there for every step. I found it extremely hard not to talk about them though or show them off in public” He started to tear up. “I always talk about how I have the best job in the world when truthfully being a husband and a dad has far surpassed it for me. I love my job but when I saw her for the first time, nothing else even mattered and I just knew I would give up everything for her and her mom” By this point he was in full blown tears with Elvis passing him tissues. “You are such a dad Shawn” Danielle, Elvis’ other cohost laughed, clearly touched by what he was saying. At this point of the interview you were crying like a baby as well, your heart swelling from the affectionate words from Shawn.

“God I just love her so much and I’m so lucky. I know my wife agrees that she’s a total daddy’s girl and man, she has me wrapped around her little finger. I don’t think I’m now gonna turn into a full-blown Instagram dad but I’m really glad the secret is out in the open now. I know I’m gonna have to show you guys the 3 million photos I have of her on my phone after this. Man, I’m such a dad” He laughed, wiping away his tears. “I didn’t expect this outcome for the interview in the briefing yesterday Shawn. Did you and your wife plan the announcement on stage last night?” Elvis laughed. “Absolutely not. I thought she’d be raging but she understood that I was just in the moment and it just came out” He replied, listening as Elvis replayed the fans clips from the show. The show continued, discussing the tour and new music as you and Frankie stood outside the studio watching him with pure love.

As soon as the recording light turned off, Shawn rushed outside to grab the two of you to introduce to his trusted media friends. “Holy shit Shawn, did you just clone yourself but into a female version?” Elvis laughed as you handed your daughter to Shawn, who wrapped her hands around her daddy’s neck while hiding from the unfamiliar people. “She’s pretty cute hey” He laughed, wrapping his right arm around you, introducing you to everyone. “Missed you dada” Frankie sighed, hiding her face. “Missed you more, superstar” He replied before peppering her face with kisses as she lit up the room with her giggles. “Lights up the room, just like her daddy” You sighed with content, watching your two favorite people in the world.

Later that night, with Frankie cuddled up in the middle of your large queen sized bed, the two of you discussed the events of the day. “Do you think I should just post one photo of her, just so the media backs off for a bit?” He asked nervously. “I think that’s a great idea, I have the perfect photo” You grabbed your phone off the nightstand, showing him that photo of Frankie in a giant tour shirt, her daddy's face in the center, massive noise cancelling headphones and the famous Mendes smile from the night before. “This is perfect” He laughed, posting the photo with the simple caption of “My Frankie❤️” before turning off his phone, ready to sleep.

“You know Shawn if you want to keep referring to me as your wife in interviews, you better hurry up with a ring honey” You teased, as he cuddled into you from behind, being careful to not squish your daughter. You were completely unaware of the diamond weighing down his suitcase.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

inventory, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You’re missing a piece of inventory from your erotica shop. Surprisingly, you find it in the same day. It’s around your boyfriend’s neck, who also happens to be your sub. Hm, well, you have to act accordingly, don’t you?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; non-idol!AU; dom/sub dynamic; feels and there’s a decent bit of buildup; smut (mirror kink, spitting, cock ring usage, cock-slapping, scratching, spanking, vibrator use, overstimulation, edging, m-masturbation, cum eating, f-receiving oral); fluff; noona dom!reader x sub!Jungkook

technically part iv of ‘customer service’ series, but can be read alone

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customer service part i | part ii | part iii

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Jeon Jungkook was a problem.

Technically, your problem.

You tapped your pen against your recordkeeping book. No one was in the store. It was the middle of the week. Not usually the time to get freaky. People got freaky on the weekends. You usually spent these times doing the boring stuff. Setting up the deliveries for the rich customers that purchased clothing from you. Cleaning the store from top to bottom and finding some interesting fluids in interesting places. Typical. Answering emails, accounting, taking inventory. You were missing one piece of inventory, but those things always turned up eventually. You weren’t worried.

Eh, wasn’t a big problem.

Your big problem was Jeon Jungkook.

He wanted to be exclusive. Okay. He wanted it to be a relationship. Slightly less in your comfort zone, but you were willing to give it a shot. Unfortunately, Jungkook also wanted one more thing.

He wanted you to lose you temper at him.

Now, there were several things you, personally, did not do anymore. And number one on the list was losing your temper. You did not want to be in power and actively angry at the person you were fucking at the same time. It was dangerous. It was irresponsible. You’ve gone too far before and hurt your sub. You weren’t going to repeat it.

Not with Jungkook, no matter how much he tried to rile you up.

And he tried. Disobeyed you outright. Talked back. Taunted you. It took a lot of your skill and redirection to focus his attention elsewhere and not at his ultimate goal of pissing you off so much that you used sex as a weapon, because quite frankly, that was a fucked-up thing to do and you were not going to do it. You would rather leave than become that.

You told him this. You told him that he should not try to provoke you, especially not this early in the relationship. His body couldn’t handle it, he couldn’t handle it mentally, and you didn’t want to end up emotionally and sexually abusing him, even if it was an accident. Because it was your responsibility to not do that and you took that shit very seriously.

Jungkook had agreed reluctantly and he still tried.

Sigh.

You rubbed your forehead. If he was an experienced sub, then maybe you could be less strict. But he wasn’t. And yeah, maybe you were a little scared. Because your last relationship had ended very, very badly, because you had gone too far and your sub had been too scared to use the safe word even when it was too much and that really, really fucked you up. You regretted it, even after all this time, even after all the apologizing, even after your sub had forgiven you, multiple times.

You had never forgiven yourself for it.

The whole relationship had fallen apart because of that one time.

After that, you didn’t really date. All you did was have one-night stands with subs you already knew. It was easy having sex with no strings attached. Now you were dating Jungkook. Yeah, that. The dating bit. It was messing you up. It was making you overly cautious. You didn’t want to repeat your mistakes.

You let out a tense exhale.

You didn’t tell Jungkook about this, mostly because you didn’t want to admit it. You didn’t want to admit your sub had been too scared of you to use their safe word. You were ashamed. Scared of yourself and what you were capable of.

Sometimes, when you thought about it, you wondered if you should stop. Give up on the dom/sub thing and have vanilla sex instead with some nice guy who had a normal job and raise some babies and fucking chill out. Seemed nice. Life wasn’t about needing a power complex when being intimate after all. You could have a perfectly satisfying sex life with two people in equal power. Could even still be kinky without the whole ‘I’m the authority and you have to listen to me’ thing.

Yeah, well. Before you could commit to that, Jeon Jungkook decided to fucking seduce you in your own damn sex shop.

You placed your hands on your head and let out a big sigh.

Damn you, Jungkook.

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You found your missing piece of inventory.

It was around Jeon Jungkook’s neck when he opened his apartment door for you.

Your face was completely neutral, one hand in the pocket of your black trench coat. The other holding your black leather briefcase. Underneath the coat, you wore a simple floor-length black skirt. Black heels. Nothing but your face and hands uncovered. In one second, you took in every detail upon seeing Jungkook.

One, his long black hair was tied back, his bangs framing his large brown eyes. Two, he was wearing a little bit of makeup. Slight amount of eyeshadow and liner, lip balm to make his lips pinker. Three, he was wearing a very low V-necked black t-shirt that was quite obviously meant to show off his shapely collarbones and sculpted pecs. The ink-black tattoos in his right arm stood out against his tan skin. Fourth, he was wearing leather pants – not the ones you made him, that would be indecent exposure showing up to the door like that – but, still, black tight faux leather trousers that he half-tucked his shirt in so his crotch was visible.

And.

Fifth.

He was wearing a black leather collar around his neck, one with a large silver ring hanging down at the center. It had silver studs with in the shape of a diamond pattern punched into the leather. It closed in the back with a silver buckle.

How did you know this?

It was your missing piece of inventory, of course.

You clicked your tongue.

“Oh! Noona,” Jungkook said nervously, biting his lip.

You little shit, don’t you ‘oh, noona’ me. You almost turned around and left. Almost. Irritation was putting it mildly. You were pissed. He had stolen from your shop. Became an actual fucking thief to get a rise out of you. You two weren’t going out on a date. It was already late, so both of you had intended on having a nice night in. He’d dressed up for it, as one does. Made himself pretty for you to ruin. Jungkook knew what he wanted. And he wasn’t being subtle about it, wearing the stolen inventory right in front of your face the second he opened the door.

He wanted you mad and he wanted you mad from the start.

You did not look at the collar. Instead, you stared into his eyes, furious internally, but completely placid on the outside. His brown orbs were observing you in anticipation. He wanted it. Bad. You had refused to let him cum last time because he had talked back to you. That was a week ago. You wondered if he had jacked off or not. You put no such restrictions on him even though he asked you to. You were curious on how far Jungkook was willing to go, so you let him choose.

And, clearly, Jungkook choose death.

Just kidding. But he was really testing you here. And so, you made up your mind.

You waited, raising an eyebrow.

Jungkook flushed and backed up, holding the door with two hands.

“C-Come in.”

You stepped inside, heels clicking on the hardwood. Jungkook closed the door behind you. The large, floor-length mirror was in the living room again. The incident in the fitting room must have really had an impact on him. Maybe he was developing a mirror kink because of it.

You felt Jungkook slide up next to you, his breath against your ear. Shallow, needy, already horny. You weren’t surprised. Nobody dresses like that and doesn’t want to be fucked.

“N-noona…” He was making his voice desperate and breathy, already submissive for you. “I really missed you.”

“That’s lovely to hear.”

You kept your tone light, no pet names, stepping out of your heels and walking towards the couch. Jungkook followed you like a shadow, still chewing on his lip, messing up his own hard work of making himself pretty for you. You placed your briefcase on the coffee table. He hovered as you undid your trench coat slowly, pulling open the tie and unbuttoning it deftly, fingers dancing on the placket.

“I can help you?” Jungkook offered, holding his hands out.

Your eyes gradually lifted, locking your gaze with his. You saw him visibly shiver in excitement.

“No need.”

You saw Jungkook pout as you slipped out of the coat, one arm, then the other, revealing the white dress shirt that was neatly tucked into your black skirt. It had pleated detailing down the front and silver collar pins, completed by the silver cuff links you used to close the sleeves. You folded the coat elegantly and laid it over the back of his couch.

“Are you mad, noona?”

You want me to be mad. Thankfully, at this point you had calmed a little. Yes, Jungkook was an idiot for doing such a thing, but he wasn’t doing it because he was trying to hurt you or actually steal from you. Maybe it was something he’d seen or read in porn. Maybe it was something his brain devised because he felt some weird need to prove to you that he was a good and obedient sub, because he knew you had previous partners and he wanted to outdo them or something. Maybe he wanted to see how much of a dom you really were.

And, most likely, it was all of those things.

“Jungkook.”

This time, you said his name with a sharper tone.

“Y… yes?”

You turned your right hand upwards, entirely aware of the placement of your fingers. Pinky, ring, middle curled inwards. Index up, thumb out. Poised, elegant, almost haughty. You flicked your cuff link, straightening the backing to slip it out. It was a diamond-shaped accessory, completely unnecessary for everyday life and completely necessary to force Jungkook to wait on you one more second. One more heart-stopping moment.

You glanced at his crotch. Hm. Interesting. Then you blinked and your eyes were on his. Hair hanging around his cheekbones, pupils dilating, swollen lips parted as he let out light pants of desire. He was slowly but surely losing it.

Maybe it was because his erection was suffocating in his leather pants.

You twirled your cuff link in your fingers. Jungkook watched the action, entranced by the dexterity of your digits. You knew what he wanted. He’d been texting you all day, trying to work you up. You had made him wait. Just like how you were making him wait now.

“What is your safe word?”

That was the question you used to start off the scene.

Instantly, you saw the relief, the hunger, the absolute need to serve flood his dark brown eyes. Now you were the dom. Now he was the sub.

“Euphoria,” Jungkook nearly moaned.

You nodded slowly, placing the cuff link on his coffee table. You upturned your other wrist, removing the other with a swift flick. You heard him whimper at the quick action. You almost smiled. He really wanted it. Ah, but you are a bad, bad boy, Jungkook. The metal clinked as it touched the walnut wood of the tabletop.

And there are consequences for being a bad, bad boy.

Your gaze connected with his once again. His eyes were practically begging for instruction.

“You look like you want to ask me something,” you drawled. His teeth sunk into his lower lip once more, the tiny mole underneath winking at you. “Go ahead.”

His eyes flitted about, trying to search for the trap. He swallowed, straining against the collar.

“Do… do you notice anything different about me?” Jungkook asked hesitantly, taking a step towards you.

You didn’t move from your position, observing him closely. His hands by his sides were antsy, itching to touch you or be caged with rope. You hooked your thumb at the base of your cuff and rolled it down. Once. Twice. Three times.

“You’re wearing makeup for me,” you replied, letting a small smile drift to your lips.

“A-ah…” He blushed. “Is it… is it too unmanly?”

Who the fuck put these ideas in Jeon Jungkook’s head? You just wanted to talk to them. And by talk, you meant flog the living daylights out of them. You had a big one at home. It could be arranged.

“No, of course not. You look very handsome.” Pause. “And fuckable.”

No reason not to tell the truth.

Jungkook’s cheeks flushed a dark pink. “T-Thank you, noona.”

During the entire conversation, you had folded the sleeves of your dress shirt up to your elbows. The stiff, crisp fabric held, and suddenly you were imposing, sleeves rolled up, black skirt skimming the hardwood floor. The neutral façade you had upheld for so long dropped away. Jungkook noticed the change instantly, even though you hadn’t actually said anything yet. His eyes widened a little, shoulders tensing.

Your eyes flashed, chin lifting.

“Or is that not what you meant, pretty boy?”

You did not hide the irritation in your voice this time. His breathing hitched, the muscles his arms ripped and Jungkook very, very much wanted to be punished.

“Um…” He fiddled with his hands guiltily, eyes skirting about. “It’s not what I was referring to, no…”

“Look at me.”

He snapped his head up, gulping. So obvious. His neck strained against the leather. You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What were you referring to?” you questioned icily.

Jungkook was shaking all over. He lifted his hand slowly, reaching up to his neck, hooking two fingers around the metal ring of the collar. He tightened them, tugging down a little, eyelashes fluttering, a tiny moan rumbling in his throat. You were going insane on the inside. Fuck, did he know how submissive he was? Did he know how his small, cute little actions made him look so fucking appetizing?

“T-This.”

“Ah, yes,” you finally acknowledged. You waved a hand and he removed his, biting his lip again. “I did notice that. A nice touch. Is it for me?”

He nodded quickly. He seemed to forget for a second that he stole it from you. “Yes, noona, it’s for you.”

You sighed. Jungkook’s expression changed, becoming slightly confused.

“Pause.”

The indication that there was an intermission in the scene. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You are testing me, Jungkook, and I do not like it.”

Jungkook’s brows knitted together, looking down. “I’m sorry, noona.”

“I told you that you shouldn’t try to make me angry on purpose.”

He closed the distance between you two, placing his hands on your elbows. His brown orbs anxiously found yours. “I… I just… please…” His fingers pressed into your skin, his breathing deepening. “I want to see how far I can go. How far you can take me. You won’t…” Jungkook shook his head, hair flying everywhere, ponytail bouncing. “You’re holding back, but I can take it, noona, I promise. I promise I can.” His fingertips caressed you, determination in his eyes.

Hm. Jungkook could tell. You breathed in deeply, inhaling his clean scent.

You are aware of your mistakes. You have learned.

You pursed your lips.

I really, really do not want to hurt you, Jungkook.

“You must promise me.” You looked deep into his eyes. “You must promise me, that if it is too much, if you cannot handle it, if it is not something you want, you must use your safe word.”

He nodded quickly. “I promise.”

And then you crumpled a little bit, your strict demeanor falling, the fears rising, the vulnerability making your voice quiver as you unfurled your arms and grabbed his t-shirt, shaking him roughly.

“No, Jungkook,” you pleaded. “You must promise me.” And you couldn’t explain, couldn’t bring yourself to say why, but he could tell how serious you were because you were suddenly weak, suddenly the parts of yourself that you kept under wraps revealed themselves, the parts you were ashamed of appearing, and you were letting him witness it. Because he said he wanted you. Not just dom you, but you.

And this, well, this was you too.

Jungkook’s eyes softened and he smiled. He leaned in and kissed you, long, sweet, delicate. It was like time stopped. As if the world froze and there was nothing but Jungkook’s lips on yours, reassuring and comforting. He drew back and opened his eyes slowly, warmth in his chocolate orbs.

“I promise.”

You looked up at him, stunned. He grinned at you, showing off his teeth, a little cheeky and embarrassed all at once. You removed your hands from his shirt, lowering them gradually.

“Sorry, I…”

Jungkook’s hands dropped and held yours tightly. He shook his head.

“No, noona. I understand. I know you are looking out for me,” he said brightly. “Because I’m always trying to get into trouble.”

A muscle in your eye twitched. At least he admitted it.

His teeth caught his lip, still smiling. Less nervous now, more playful.

You removed your hands from his. Okay. Okay, fine. Jungkook wanted you to be the dom. Not a dom, the dom. You let out a breath, controlled, clean. Step back into your role. You are in control. You can do this.

“What is your safe word?”

You cracked your neck, a sharp pop that made Jungkook jump.

“Euphoria,” he replied automatically.

“Very good.”

A beat passed. Jungkook remained close to you, unsure what was going to happen. His eyes wide and flighty, chin trembling, hands in front of his chest. You lowered yours, placing them behind your back. Piercing gaze on him, taking a step. His eyes followed you as you slowly circled him, speaking carefully and deliberately.

“So, Jungkook, tell me,” you began, skirt grazing the floor as your glided around him. “What makes you think you’re wearing the collar for me?”

Jungkook’s head whipped around quickly, following your movement with darting eyes. Damn, his ass looked great in these leather pants. He looked unconfident, brows furrowing, trying to conjure the right answer to get what he wanted.

“Um… I thought… maybe you might like it…” He stumbled through his words. “B-Because you like controlling me…”

You smiled at him. Jungkook brightened.

“I do.”

The eagerness beamed off his face as you stopped in front of him, still smiling pleasantly.

“I love controlling you.”

Then the smile dropped. The air around you became ten degrees colder with your shift in demeanor. Jungkook barely had a half-second to realize the change before your hand shot out and gripped the silver ring, yanking down harshly. He yelped, arms flying out, falling to his knees hard, gripping your skirt for balance. Your other arm was still behind you, folded into the small of your back. You narrowed your eyes, holding the collar ring so tightly that your knuckles were white.

His eyes flew up, pain and surprise.

You ticked your head. “But clearly, I’ve done a poor job, because you’ve gone and stole from me, you bad boy.”

Jungkook shook his head quickly, scooting himself forward, clutching your skirt tightly. “N-No, please, noona, I only–”

You yanked the ring up and Jungkook gasped, words cut off from the sudden jerk of his head snapping back. “You only what? Pickpocketed? Broke the law? Took my hard-earned money from right under my nose, to hurt me?”

“No, no, never,” Jungkook whimpered, looking up at you, blinking rapidly. “I don’t want to hurt you, noona. Never.”

“Then explain yourself,” you barked severely.

His eyes were turning teary, pleading. “I only… I only wanted to borrow it. So you could punish me and so I could show you I could be a good boy and take what I deserve.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Your other punishments weren’t enough?”

Jungkook’s lower lip quivered. The shame of his true intent was creeping in his eyes now.

“I… I wanted to see you angry, noona.”

“Even after I told you that you shouldn’t?”

He nodded, scurrying himself even closer on his now, most likely, bruised knees. Eyes on you, holding onto your skirt, whole body trembling. He angled his hips forward, showing you how hard he was in his pants, straining it even more by pressing his erection into the zipper of the leather. His lips open, black curls hanging around his face, almost pathetic but not quite, because you knew Jungkook was acutely aware of exactly what he looked like. Doing it to entice you, doing it to assure you that he wanted it.

“Y-Yes,” he admitted.

You forcefully let go of the ring, flinging him away from you. Jungkook squeaked, releasing your clothes as his body twisted to the side from your sharp movement. You swept your skirts away and took a step back.

“Noona, w-wait!”

Jungkook tried to scramble to his feet, but you snarled deep in your chest, making him freeze.

“Crawl.”

He looked startled, looking at you with wide puppy eyes. You took another step back. Jungkook followed you, on hands and knees, his bangs flared out, the low neckline of his shirt hanging down, revealing his chest. You could see his back muscles rippling under the fabric. Fuck, he was so handsome. You weren’t heading for the front door. You watched his mind calculate the angle of your body, mood lightening as he realized that was the direction of the bedroom. You, however, stopped at the floor-length mirror in the living room. Pointed to the patch of floor at your feet.

“Here. Now.”

Jungkook immediately complied, getting on his knees in front of you, hands between his legs, keen to please, facing you.

“Other way,” you clarified, sounding disappointed.

He lowered his head at his mistake and spun around, now facing his reflection. You glared through the mirror, making eye contact. He looked very sorry and very dejected. You almost forgave him just like that. Maybe Jungkook didn’t like this. Maybe you were being too harsh.

“Do you want to use your safe word?”

His eyes on yours. He shook his head lightly, not breaking your gaze.

“No, noona.” Your heart thudded in your chest at his tone of voice. “I’ve been a very bad boy.”

Jungkook licked his lips slowly, not looking away, the tip of his pink tongue lingering before sliding back into his mouth. He kept the same look in his eyes, but his actions were giving you the go ahead.

Shit.

You raised an eyebrow and lowered your hands. They floated above his shoulders and you were reminded of the first time, in the fitting room of your erotica shop, the moment he seduced you and pulled you into his pace. Jungkook tipped his head back, long hair sliding to his ears, the reflection of the stolen collar taunting you.

This brat.

Slowly, finger by finger, you placed your hands on his face. Fingertips pressing into his jaw, cheek, temple, into his soft skin, nails slightly digging in. Scratching up his pretty face a little, claiming it as yours. Jungkook had perfect bone structure, high cheekbones, sharp jaw, pretty forehead. He was panting, mouth open, hot breath drifting down. Hands on his thighs, clutching them tight.

You bent down, chin above his head so he could feel your hot breath on his scalp.

“My pretty boy,” you murmured softly. “Why must you be so bad? Do I not treat you well enough? Do I not give you what you love?”

“You do,” Jungkook whined in your hands, the guilt creeping into his voice. “You do, noona. Your pretty boy is… g-greedy.” He rolled his hips a little, spreading his thighs more, staring at his own reflection of his low-necked shirt and his thighs open, cock bulging in his leather pants.

Your fingers slipped down, down, tracing the leather collar. You let your index finger circle around the metal, not yet touching his chest, so close but so far. Jungkook kept trying to raise it into your touch.  Your other hand reached back and grabbed his ponytail, yanking his head back. He moaned right into your chin, too turned on to pretend he was hurt.

“I am going to my briefcase,” you stated, not looking at him under you and instead staring at his reflection, torso straining from how sharply you were forcing him to arch his back. “You are to remove your clothes. Whatever is left on you will remain for the rest of the night. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes, noona.”

You abruptly let him go, striding to your briefcase swiftly, hearing a flurry of noise as Jungkook flung all of his clothes off. Snap, open, grab. You had already packed a black velvet bag holding the things you intended to use on him tonight. You spun around to see him practically ripping his leather pants off, the panic and regret evident on his face as he tried to shove them down his muscular calves. Smart boy had removed his underwear with his pants, smearing trails of pre-cum down his legs and onto the floor. You waited half a second for Jungkook to pop them over his ankles and he threw the pants to the far wall, so hard they made a loud slapping noise. Jungkook was on his hands and knees, panting, beads of sweat on his forehead.

It was actually hilarious to watch, but now was not the time to laugh.

Jungkook snapped his head towards you, eyes wide, his hard cock smacking his thigh. You raised an eyebrow at him. He gulped. Wearing nothing but the collar. Oh, he looked so good. You could tell him to get into position.

Or.

Tease him.

“Want to put my mouth on you, handsome boy.”

His cock twitched as his jaw dropped.

Your tongue slid out and stayed at the side of your lips as you spoke. “You look so tasty for me. When was the last time you came, Jungkook?”

His hands curled into fists on the hardwood floor, legs falling open, cock throbbing. The veins stood out against the hardness, head swollen and red.

“F-Fifteen days ago…” he whimpered.

He had denied himself. So cute. What a good boy. You smiled at him, still holding the velvet bag. “Really? You didn’t cum, not even once, without me?”

Jungkook shook his head rapidly, hair flying everywhere. “Wa… wanted to be tasty for you.”

You pouted a little. “Hm, that’s half a month. You waited so long.”

Jungkook nodded, chewing on his lip. You gestured for him to adjust his position and he turned his body to fully face you.

“Eyes on the mirror.”

He turned his head to face his reflection. Hands on the floor next to his ass, slightly leaning back, legs open.

“Look away and I’ll walk away,” you warned.

“Y-yes, noona.”

You floated down to the floor. He couldn’t exactly see you, but you slid into the frame of the mirror, right between his legs. The velvet bag was out of his sight, next to his leg, but Jungkook wasn’t paying attention. He was staring at his stiff cock and your proximity to it, holding his breath. You collected your saliva on your tongue and opened your mouth. It dripped down in a thin, slim line, hitting the angry red head of his cock and causing it to jerk at the sudden impact, coating it.

“A-ah, s-so good…”

“What do we say?” you purred, collecting more.

“T-thank you, noona,” Jungkook moaned, watching as you dropped more onto his aching cock, splattering onto his crotch. You lowered your head, closer. Closer. Jungkook sucked in a breath, waiting, needing, trying not to move. You made eye contact with him in the mirror.

“You’re a bad boy, Jungkook.”

And then you spat on his balls.

His head tipped back as he groaned, eyes barely open as he watched himself, chest shuddering as he felt it trickle down and onto the floor below. You spat on his genitals again, more force this time, spraying it across his cock and stomach. He cried out, slamming one of his fists onto the hardwood.

“Y-yes, noona, I’m a bad boy.”

And then you produced a cock ring seemingly out of nowhere, eyebrow raised as he wailed loudly.

“N-no, please, please don’t,” Jungkook panicked as you brought the black silicone ring closer and closer to his now saliva-drenched cock. “Please, I promise to be a good boy, please don’t do it…”

You said nothing, simply placing it on the engorged head and using three fingers to hold it, pushing down slowly.

“Noona, a-ah… no…” His eyelids fluttered, eyes on the reflection of his thick cock being viciously squeezed into the silicone ring. He let out a choked sob as it popped over the bottom of the head, sliding down, down, all the way to the base. You barely touched him, removing your hand as Jungkook shuddered, his pulsating length now bound by the black band.

You raised your head. He was still, very obediently, staring at the mirror.

You smacked his cock with your palm.

Not hard, but enough to make it bounce and for Jungkook to squeal, hips rising as his dick shook from side to side, unable to move much from the tight cock ring. He was making it move more by rocking his hips, heightening the feeling of being bound.

You waited until it stopped swaying.

“Your neighbors will hear you, Jungkook,” you said calmly. You turned your head and looked into the mirror. His eyes locked on yours, pupils dilated, strands of hair clinging to his sweaty face. “Should I gag you?”

“N-no, noona,” he whispered hotly, breathing shallow and tight. “They have to know I’m being punished. B-Because I’ve been b-bad.”

Good gracious, Jungkook.

Your panties instantly soaked. Who was losing it here? Was it him or was it you? Fuck.

You slowly smacked his cock back and forth, back and forth, staring at his face in the mirror. His head tipped back, not closing his eyes, moaning wantonly as his stiff length was roughly shoved around, barely any pressure and too much at once because of how hard he was. You stopped, watching his cock bob, almost purple-red now. Pre-cum beaded at the tip.

You couldn’t help it.

You leaned down, tucking your hair behind your ear so he could see, and gave the slit a tiny kitten lick.

Fuuuuuuuck.

Jungkook lost control, eyes rolling back into his head, and you almost moaned, his strong, intense taste all over your tongue. He tasted so good. So fucking delicious. You pulled back, pretending not to notice that Jungkook had looked away from the mirror as he quickly collected himself, back to staring at his reflection. You grabbed his hips and dug your nails into his skin, dragging him so his body was tilted.

“Flip over,” you growled.

You backed up, taking the velvet pouch with you as Jungkook obeyed, on his hands and knees now.

“On your face.”

Jungkook whimpered, lowering his cheek to the cool floor, leaning against it. Now his ass was up in the air, vulnerable and exposed.

“Both hands on the ring.”

His teeth sank into his lower lip, scooting his hands so he held the silver collar ring with fingers on both hands, arms against the floor to hold him up. His cock stuck straight down, stiff and swollen, trapped in the silicone circle. You waited to let Jungkook readjust his knees to be more comfortable and so he could see everything. The muscles on his back tensed with anticipation.

“I didn’t cover your mouth for a reason.”

“Yes, noona,” Jungkook breathed.

You raised your hands and raked your nails over his back, all the way to his ass. Hard, deep, leaving lines of pink and red, almost breaking the skin. Jungkook moaned, tongue sliding out, body shaking, eyelids fluttering. You did it again, and again, creating your pattern of lust on his back.

“Mine,” you growled possessively. Your eyes locked with his.

Thump.

Had anyone ever looked at you with so much adoration before?

Jungkook nodded.

“All yours, noona.”

You slapped his ass with your open palm.

He yelped, shoulders hitting the floor, face sliding a little against the wood. Pupils dilating, whimpering for more. You smacked him again, and again, and again, never the same spot, always with the full palm, all over, causing large red handprints patterned all over his ass. Jungkook was a groaning mess, legs slipping, the head of his cock touching the hardwood.

You stopped.

His ass was bright red, covered in your slaps and scratches.

Jungkook opened his eyes. He seemed to realize he wasn’t looking at his reflection anymore. He panicked, seeing your glare in the mirror, and tried to raise his hips, but your hand stopped him. The tip of his cock was in contact the floor, dripping pre-cum.

You pressed his hips down a little and shifted them from side to side.

Even the little stimulation of the head against the hardwood made Jungkook moan, pleading with you as he desperately clutched the collar.

“Noona, p-please… Please let me c-cum…”

You removed your hand. Jungkook continued rubbing himself in his own puddle of pre-cum on his living room floor, as you predicted. You didn’t stop him. You reached into the velvet pouch again. Jungkook’s eyes had fluttered closed as he continued stimulating himself, probably not enough, but he didn’t seem to care. You pressed the thing in your hand onto his scrotum and turned it on.

“A-ah!”

Jungkook’s hips flew up, balls suddenly shaking violently from the bullet vibrator in your hand. He shut his legs, sticking his ass out into your hand as he gasped, pressing back into the vibrator as you lazily drifted it around his balls.

“Oh, fuck, noona, oh, fuck!”

He was still holding onto the collar somehow as he tried to get more, wiggling his hips, but you were faster, grabbing his ass with one hand and digging your nails into it.

“Stop.”

Jungkook froze, whimpering and panting on the hardwood, cheeks hollowed out, eyes glazed over.

You traced his asshole with the tip of the vibrator.

His eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out.

“Oh, please, noona, put it in me, p-please…”

You drew figure-eights around his asshole and his balls, calmly.

“I bet you would love that, but you’ve been a bad boy, so I don’t think so.”

Jungkook whined, shaking his head, dark curls fluttering, soaked with sweat.

“P-please, I’ll be good, I need it, I need you to do it, fuck, please.”

“No.”

You pressed the vibrator into the cock ring and Jungkook nearly screamed, cutting himself off by snapping his jaw shut and yelling into the floor, hips jerking in your hands. You kept it there for a good five seconds before you removed it and backed up, reaching into the velvet bag again. Jungkook had maybe one shaking inhale before you gripped him under his armpits, hoisting him up.

“Let go of the ring,” you commanded, and his hands dropped, helping you get him to his knees. His bruised knees. Still, he leaned against you, soaking your clothes with his sweat, spreading his legs out more so his body lowered and your head could be seen past his shoulder. 

You reached down and removed the cock ring, Jungkook gasping in relief. It rolled away, now forgotten.

“Get yourself off.”

“B-but, noona…”

Your hands appeared and pressed against his nipples, turning on both bullet vibrators at once.

“Get. Yourself. Off.”

“F-fuck!”

His hand immediately flew to his cock, viciously pumping himself as you rubbed his nipples with the toys, his groans rumbling in his chest with the vibrations, so strong, so intense, his tan skin glistening with sweat, arm tattoos dancing as he stroked himself fast, his cock so hard it was purple now, veins popping out.

And, like the masochist he was…

Jungkook grabbed the head and squeezed firmly, cutting off his own orgasm with a wail.

You responded just as fast, dropping your hands and shoving the vibrators against his balls, twice as much stimulation as before. His head fell back against your shoulder, half-moans, half-screams of your name as he bucked into them, working himself up once again, your breath against his neck, your eyes watching Jungkook’s reflection – his shaking legs, his balls cupped in your hands, his abused and overstimulated cock popping in and out of his tattooed hand, his now inflamed nipples, sweat dripping down his neck, long black hair flared out against your cheek, the mole under his lower lip trembling with his cries.

Fuck, he was everything. Everything you ever wanted.

“Ah, noona, yes, yes, you’re so good to me, so good…”

“Cum on the mirror,” you demanded. “Cum all over yourself, pretty boy.”

Jungkook whined, snapping his head back down, feeling you increase the vibration setting on his balls and that was it, the tipping point as he sobbed out your name, shooting all over the mirror in large splatters of white, jerking his hips so it traveled higher, sticking onto the reflective glass, all over his reflection.

And he watched it, moaning, so entranced by his likeness covered in his own cum, dripping down in slow smears, messy and dirty.

You turned off the vibrators, withdrew your hands from him.

“Lick it off.”

Jungkook was exhausted, wheezing, hoarse, and yet he still removed his hand from his cock, crawling to the mess he made, pink tongue flopping out, licking his own cum off the mirror, eating it up with groans of satisfaction. You watched him, fascinated, surprised he even listened to you, surprised he was still going, because honestly at this point, you really thought you had gone too far, but Jungkook was enthusiastically making out with his own face with his orgasm at your command, and loving every second of it.

“Jungkook.”

He pushed himself away from the mirror, immediately coming to you, his dark brown eyes hazy with pleasure. He dumped himself in your lap. You still wearing all your clothes. He looked up at you, lips curving into a naughty grin.

“I love it when you turn me into your plaything.”

This guy.

“What do you want?” Jungkook panted. “I’ll do anything. Anything for you.”

Oh, that’s right. You had spent so much focus and energy on Jungkook that you completely forgot about yourself. How did that happen? Ah, but you were so tired now. You let out a puff of disbelief and slid down to the floor.

“I want a nap. Get back to me tomorrow morning.”

-

You woke up slowly to something wet and hot between your legs.

Can I wake you up by eating you out tomorrow morning?

If you brush your teeth.

Really?!

If you brush your teeth, yes.

Your fingers curled into the sheets, breathing in Jungkook’s scent. His bed. His tongue against your opening, softly lapping, burying his nose into your core. You pursed your lips, sighing softly. The tip of the wet muscle slid up, licking at your clit. You pressed your hips into his face and the large hands around your thighs tightened, holding you closer.

He moaned, so hot, right into your pussy.

Your hands released the sheets, sliding across the fabric, up your hip, tracing his fingers. Eyes still closed, feeling for his long hair, clean, fluffy, wild from sleep. Burying your fingers in the strands, pressing him down into you.

“Ah, Jungkook…”

He licked faster, lips closing around your clit, pushing his head into you as he pressed your thighs into the sides of his face. You could feel his cheekbones, his jaw rubbing against your skin. Felt his wet warmth, rapidly rubbing your sensitive nub.

“That’s a good boy,” you purred and he whined, vibrating your pussy with the sound.

Your fingers tightened in his hair and you hissed, gliding into your orgasm, dripping into his mouth as your clit throbbed against his tongue, pleasure flooding you like a warm blanket.

You finally opened your eyes, breathing out as you saw Jungkook’s handsome face between your legs, cleaning you up. He kissed the insides of your thighs, nuzzling your skin. He seemed to feel you watching him and his eyes looked up, bright, doe-like, chocolatey. His pink lips glistened with your release.

“Noona?”

“Mhm?”

“Can I keep the collar?”

You raised an eyebrow. He smiled at you, playful, naughty.

“If you pay for it,” you replied, half-joking.

His tongue flashed out.

“I can pay in cash and in orgasms.”

You laughed as Jungkook dove down between your legs once again.

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[zaddywilk]

Tease

Florian Munteanu x black!reader

Word count- 3,357 (whoops, I may have gone a little overboard)

A/N- This is the first smut I’ve written in a very long time. Please be gentle 🥺

Warnings- 18+ Smuttttt, overstimulation, teasing (is that even a warning?), fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool).

Florian. Fucking. Munteanu.

Your boyfriend has no reason to be looking that damn good right now.

A slew of dirty thoughts ran through your mind as you continue to look at him while he got dressed. Thinking about how bad you wanted to stay in and not even go to the dinner you planned with your friends. No matter how good your manz looks, you know can’t break a promise.

You got out of bed and slipped on your new Savage X Fenty lingerie set and Fashion Nova black velvet dress you got the other day. You knew this dress would be perfect solely because Flo loves him some damn velvet.

https://www.fashionnova.com/collections/velvet/products/sugar-coat-velvet-dress-black

Once you were done putting on your makeup, heels, and fixing your curls, your boyfriend was now the one staring at you in admiration and a smidge of lust. Hazel eyes a little darker as he came up behind you to pepper soft kisses on your neck while he wrapped his arms around you.

“You look absolutely delicious, Prinţesă.” He said nuzzled in your neck as he gripped you tighter, eyes boring into yours.

Even in heels your boyfriend still towered over you like the giant he is. You sighed softly and closed your eyes as he went over that one spot he knew you loved so much, “Oh yeah? Are you hungry, baby?” You reply as you turn around and hook your arms around his neck, nails playing with the short hair he’d been growing out. The look in his eyes says it all. You guys might not make it to dinner after all. But you had another idea in mind.

“Then we better get going! Can’t keep them waiting. Plus, I haven’t even all day and I’m starving.” You said nonchalantly while you turned around to grab your purse as if you didn’t just get this man on brick mode in 2 seconds. Flo just looks at you in disbelief for a moment, mouth slightly agape but silently follows you to the car.

Ever the gentleman he is, he opens the passenger door for you, slapping your ass as you get into the car. You started thinking about your action plan for the night. Since Flo was usually the one to tease you while you were out and about, hand on your thigh, whispering in your ear, you figured it was time for a little role reversal. Connecting your phone to the car’s Bluetooth, you pull up your ‘Stripper Songs 💃🏽’ playlist, put your hand on Flo’s knee and settle in as Florian drives away.

Dance for you by Beyoncé came up on shuffle and you initiated your game plan. Singing along to the song you made sure to look directly at Florian as the lyrics tumbled off your tongue with ease. Grinding and rolling lightly in the seat as you not so subtly moved your hand up further his thigh. Florian’s eyes switch between the road and your movements. As he approached a red light you unbuckled your seatbelt and got next to his ear as you lowly sang along to the song.

Loving you is really all that's on my mind

And I can't help but to think about it day and night

I wanna make that body rock, sit back and watch

Tonight I wanna dance for youuuu

You made sure to drag out the ‘you’ while you ran your hand over your boyfriend’s hardening length as you slipped back into your seat. Flo was silent. Still flicking his eyes between you and the road as the light changed, jaw clenching and he gripped the steering wheel tighter. You smirked to yourself. This is going to be a fun night.

You guys finally pulled up to the restaurant your best friend Denise texted you the address to. Seems kinda boujee on the outside but you excitedly unbuckled your seatbelt nonetheless. Florian was right behind you, hand almost covering the entirety of your ass as you both stepped inside. The ambiance was classy, but not too serious. You scanned the room to find your friends and finally landed on the sight of Denise once you see her bright red bob. You pulled Flo over to your friends as Denise got up from the table to greet you guys.

You and Denise have been friends for years, meeting once you moved to LA to pursue your acting career, D was one of the only few people to be truly nice to you, eventually having you meet Michael and through Michael you met Flo. You gave a hug to both of your friends as you sat in the chair Florian had pulled out for you. You placed your hand on his leg again and you guys chatted for a bit, looking over the menu when the waiter came over and asked if you’d like some drinks to start off. Florian and Michael being the designated drivers, decided to opt for water while you and Denise settled on some Rosé and then you ordered your food.

Once your food got to the table your group conversation expectedly split off into two different conversations. One between the guys and one between the girls. While the guys were talking about their acting plans after Creed II, you had slid your hand a little further up Florian’s thigh. He jumped a little and stuttered in conversation because you had kept your hand in one place for so long, he had basically forgotten about it.

“Yo man, are you good?” Michael asked, seemingly confused.

“Oh yeah, just caught a little chill.” Florian responds, gripping your hand under the table. You stifle your laughter at his response as Denise continues her story about how she almost unknowingly auditioned for a porn film.

“So I got dressed up, went to this “audition”, saw the casting couch and felt a weird sense of déjà vu.”

“Hol up, D. How you know about the casting couch?” Michael asked.

Denise groaned, “Women can watch porn too, Jordan.”

As they continued their conversation about whether or not women watch porn, you continued going higher and higher on Flo’s thigh until you reached his length. He was hard.

Very hard.

Upon this realization you whispered in Flo’s ear, “Sometimes when you’re away and busy with interviews, I look at porn with guys that look like you,” you started as you palm him. “Tall, bearded, and muscular, although not as big and thick as you are. I get so wet just thinking about what you’d do to me if you had walked in on me playing with YOUR pussy. My fingers and toys don’t even compare to the real thing. I love it when you have me pinned down to the bed with your strong arms. I love how your beard feels in between my thighs. I love when you talk dirty to me in Romanian, not even using your voice but spelling out the words on my clit with your tongue. I could swear I died and went to Heaven.” You whisper.

“Eu iubesc mai ales când mă tratezi ca pe o doamnă în public, apoi mă futi ca o pornstar când ajungem acasă. Știu exact de ce te numesc Big Nasty.” That sent shivers up Florian’s spine. He knew you’d been practicing Romanian but he didn’t expect you to be so filthy so soon. He decided that that was the final straw. He takes out his wallet and throws his black card on the table as he takes your hand and stands up to leave.

“Woah woah Flo, you’re leaving? You’re not even done with your food.” Michael exclaimed unbelievably. A guy as big as Florian never leaves a plate with food on it.

“I have more pressing matters to attend to. Ask for boxes if you can and bring that and my card back to me tomorrow.” Flo said hurriedly, trying to conceal his straining dick as you gathered your purse and quickly said goodbye to D. And just like that, you were out the door.

“Damn, I wonder what’s gotten into him.”

“Negro are you dumb? It’s not what gotten into him but what’s about to get into Y/N,” Denise said, not even trying to hold back her laughter. “Oh well, homegirls gonna get dicked down and we get a free meal. I think this is a win win situation.”

Florian rushes back home, taking every opportunity he can to go as fast as possible. Normally, you’d be dreading the impending night you’d have for teasing Flo like that in front of your friends but right now you don’t care. Maybe it was the wine or the Fifty Shades of Grey soundtrack playing but you were extremely excited.

You got home not so surprisingly fast but surprisingly without a ticket. You rushed inside with Florian hot on your heels. Giggling as you made your way up the stairs, Florian catching up to you as he softly pushes you on the bed you open your legs a little wider to make room for him. “So Prinţesă, you think it’s funny to tease me like that while we’re with our friends? You’ve been a very bad girl since before we left. But instead of punishing you, you’re lucky I feel very giving. And plus, we missed out on dessert, so I’m still hungry.” Florian spoke lowly.

He pulled you down to the edge of the bed by your ankles and lifted up your dress. Even through your panties, he could tell that you were soaking wet. “You look absolutely mouth watering, Dragă.” He quickly said before ripping your lingerie. Your brand fucking new lingerie. You had half a mind to cuss his ass out but all thoughts went out the window as he put his mouth on you. A brief face of upset turned into a face displaying absolute pleasure. You quickly brought one hand to the back of his head as the other was brought up to your chest, slipping inside your dress to play with your nipples as Florian continued to work his wonderful mouth on you.

“F-Fuckkk Flo! More, please.” You moaned loudly. “Mai Mult? Orice pentru tine, prințesă.” Florian replied as he got his fingers wet with your juices. He slowly entered you, wasting no time going directly to your g-spot. You arched your back as you released a string of curses mixed with his name. His eyes never left you. He thought you looked absolutely gorgeous right now. Your chest heaving, your head tilted back, eyes screwed shut, mouth open letting cute little sounds out along with your wondrous moans while grinding your pussy on his face. All this had him rutting into the sheets because seeing you get off got him off.

He added another finger and you could swear you were done for. Between the magic words he was whispering on your clit, the humming, the insane sharp shooting accuracy this man had with your g-spot, and the consistent eye contact, it would be any second now. “Vă pot spune cât de aproape sunteți, iubirea mea. Ți-ar plăcea cum? Faceți o mizerie pe mea fața și degetele, prințesă. Știu că asta vrei tu, dragă.” Florian said sweetly as he went back to work. You didn’t understand half of that sentence but it was enough to push you over the edge. Your legs shook as your hips buck wildly against your boyfriend as he kept licking and sucking up all you had to offer him but removing his fingers.

You shuddered as he continued. Head moving side to side as his tongue’s assault on your clit never let up, causing you to start to cum yet again. “Don’t-fuck, don’t stop! Oh God! Flo! I’m- I’m about to-.” a squeal escaped you as you clenched on nothing. Your second orgasm had you almost seeing stars. After cleaning you up again, he removed his lips from your clit and kissed up your body, removing the dress and bra you still had on. He looked at you hungrily for a moment before he attacked your lips as he palmed one of your breasts and tweaked your nipple. Removing his lips from yours, he focuses on littering your neck and collarbones with kisses and bites as his hand returns to back down to your clit, still sensitive from your powerful previous orgasms. You try to warn him about this but he ignores your unsuccessful attempt to get him to stop, instead, he goes faster. This orgasm coming a lot faster than the other due to your increased sensitivity but it was just as powerful. Leaving you a shaking panting mess beneath your boyfriend.

“That’s it, Dragă mea. You’re being so good for me. But I know you have a couple more in you by the way you were acting tonight.” Florian cooed softly in your ear as your panting lessened. Your eyes were heavy and your body was weak already. You were already ready to tap out, but mama ain’t raised no bitch so you try to keep up with your boyfriend’s evil intentions. He stood up to take off his pants and shirt and gently massaged your legs as he laid down on the bed, ushering you on top of his length. This man made you cum so hard just using his mouth and fingers you had almost forgot he had brought dick with him too.

He helped you raise up slightly as he pushed the tip into you, hissing at your tightness and extreme wetness. You fell forward a little on his chest as he entered you. Filling you up deliciously, it was almost unbearable. He helped guide you up and down his dick because he knew you couldn’t do it by yourself. His tip brushing over your g-spot over and over had you moaning his name repeatedly like it was the only word you knew. “That’s right baby, fuck, you feel so good for me. So fucking wet and tight for Daddy. I feel you squeezing my dick, are you close again baby?.” He asked as he kept bringing you down on his dick, harder and faster each time than the one before. At this point you couldn’t even properly speak because of the pleasure that was enveloping you so you just nodded and continued trying your best to ride him. He apparently didn’t like that because he slapped your ass and held your hips tight and he fucked up into you. You started moaning louder and louder, trying to string together a somewhat coherent sentence.

“D-Daddyyyy. I’m so close. I’m gonna cum-mm. Can I please cum? Please?” You begged, hips rotating as Florian continues to pound into you. “Go ahead, Prințesa. Cum on this dick, you’re doing so well for me.” Florian praises as he brings you back down on his length one last time, bringing your body close to his as you ride out the aftershocks your fourth orgasm.

He laid you down on the bed, a sweaty, shaking mess. But he still wasn’t done with you. “Flo baby, I, I don’t know how much more I can take.” You panted, trying to see if you can just go with four for the night.

“Uh-uh, Dragă, I know you have one more in you. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Florian kissed your lips softly as he entered you slowly, making sure to be cautious of your very heightened sensitivity. Slow, deep thrusts that made your toes curl with every stroke he delivered as he placed kisses all over your exposed chest. Soft moans exchanged between the both of you as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You guys made love often but this felt completely different. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but you felt completely wrapped in blanket of love and protection. Your hands on his face, legs around his waist, staring deeply into each other’s eyes. It gave you a new feeling. It made you feel warm, loved, and cherished. You loved this feeling.

Not only that, you could feel your orgasm approaching again. You moan rather loudly as you warn your boyfriend. You feel him twitch inside you and know that he’s close as well. He starts rubbing your clit as you rack your brain trying to piece together the last few words you know in Romanian that you know will send you both over the edge. You look deep into his eyes as your nails rake down his back.

“Sunt pe cale să cum. Te rog să mă completezi. Te iubesc. Am nevoie de tine. Vă rog. Vino cu mine.”

And with that utterance, Florian spills into you. The feeling of his warmth inside you coupled with him rubbing your clit was enough to push you over the edge one last time. Breathing heavily, you both let out a happy, euphoric sigh as you came down from your respective highs.

After a minute or two Florian moved off of you to grab a wet washcloth to clean you up, making sure to be careful. He also grabbed your makeup wipes and bonnet to help you get ready for bed because he knew you definitely wouldn’t be able to walk to the bathroom and do it yourself.

Once you were both cleaned up, he laid back beside you, stroking your arm as you started to drift into a peaceful slumber. Before dozing off you mumbled something he almost couldn’t make out, but once he did he gave a light chuckle in response.

“Remind me to tease you like that again If that’s what’s gonna happen.”

And just like that, you both were out like a light.

You woke up to your phone going off. 2 missed phone calls from Michael, a missed FaceTime call and 3 missed messages from Denise. You started to read the messages when another call from Denise started to come through.

“Hello?”

“Girl we’ve been callin yo ass for the past 10 minutes.”

“Sorry, I just woke up.” You look behind you to your sleeping boyfriend, the gentle giant, still snoozing peacefully.

“Damn bitch it’s 12:30, y’all left at 10. He really put it down on you last night, huh? Details later. We’re outside with your stuff, come get it.”

“Okay, I’ll be down in a min.” You hung up and drug yourself out of bed and almost fell to the floor with the first step you took. Your legs were like complete Jell-O. “D has no idea how right she was.” You chuckled to yourself. You put on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of Flo’s gym shorts as you make your way to the door.

You finally made it down the stairs and to the door to be greeted by your two friends. You stood and talked for a couple minutes before you started to feel your legs buckle again. Before Denise has the chance to comment about your sexual conquest, you grab the boxes of food, Florian’s card, and told her you talk to her later. Quickly closing the door and hearing her laughter from the other side you make your way to the couch.

“Was that Michael and Denise?” You heard Florian ask as he can down the stairs clad in some black sweatpants. How can he manage to look so fine just waking up? You question internally.

“Yeah, dropping off our stuff.” You say as you give him the food to put away with a good morning peck.

You start to relax in the sofa until you hear Florian in the kitchen.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” He yelled, causing you to jump a little.

“What? What is it baby?” You asked, concern in your voice.

“This damn bill is $200! Looks like D and Michael got another entree to take home and dessert after we left.”

You didn’t even try to hold back your laughter because that sounds exactly like something they’d do. As you watched him head back upstairs to call and tell off Michael, you turned on the T.V. and pulled out your phone to Google ‘Wheelchair stores near me’ because you know you’ll need one for the rest of the day.

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Translations:

Prinţesă- Princess

Eu iubesc mai ales când mă tratezi ca pe o doamnă în public, apoi mă futi ca o pornstar când ajungem acasă. Știu exact de ce te numesc Big Nasty- I especially love when you treat me like a lady in public, then fuck me as a pornstar when we get home. I know exactly why you're called Big Nasty.

Dragă- Darling

Mai Mult? Orice pentru tine, prințesă- More? Anything for you, princess

Vă pot spune cât de aproape sunteți, iubirea mea. Ți-ar plăcea cum? Faceți o mizerie pe mea fața și degetele, prințesă. Știu că asta vrei tu, dragă- I can tell you how close you are, my love. Would you like that? Make a mess on my face and fingers, princess. I know that's what you want, darling.

Sunt pe cale să cum. Te rog să mă completezi. Te iubesc. Am nevoie de tine. Vă rog. Vino cu mine- I'm about to cum. Please fill me up. I love you. I need you. Please. Come with me.

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Unexpected Encounters. Chapter 5: A New Refuge

The group appeared in a luxurious apartment that had large windows in which you could see much of the city, there was a large amount of furniture and paintings that looked quite expensive. It was also large enough for the entire group to fit in the living room.

"Wow, nice place" Finnick said being the first to speak.

"I agree, it is just as luxurious as the hotel where we are staying," said Nick.

"What hotel are you staying at?" Gori asked.

"It's not far from here," Judy said looking through the windows at the exact place where the hotel was located and she could see it from there.

"It's near the Carrier Man Trading Co." Jack finished.

"Wow, that's amazing," said Ookami.

"Why?" Finnick asked

"We work there," Haida said, pointing to himself, his wife, and his friends.

"What a coincidence," Judy said.

"If it's true, what you say about that hotel and compare it to this place, both places would be the same as Thorndyke mansion" said Amy.

"Thorndyke Mansion?" Fenneko asked.

"It is the home of the Thorndyke family, it is in Station Square city in the dimension that Dr. Eggman came from" Tails replied.

"Tails, Amy and I lived there for several months at the time chaos control sent us to that planet 22 years ago," said Sonic.

"That is a story I would like to hear," Retsuko said.

"We could tell you if you want, but at another time, because if this is like last time, we might stay in this dimension for a while," Knuckles said.

"Well, first of all, I think we should plan how to locate the other beings that were brought to this city by chaos control" Tikal said.

"Yes, but first, I think we should not involve their children in this plan, since at their age and without any skills to defend themselves they would be in danger of being caught by Eggman" said Cosmo.

"I agree with that, it would be better for them to maintain their normal lives, but since they cannot be left alone, it will be a good idea that their respective children take charge of protecting them," said Washimi.

Sonic and the others looked at each other and nodded.

"Children, you can come closer, I want to tell you something" said Sonic to the nine children.

They approached Sonic, who began to observe Koka, Hana, Nicole and Jerry.

"What if while we are in this universe all of you could be friends with my son, and the children of my friends?" he said pointing to Speed, Flora, Alex, Locke II and Pachacamac II. "They know many play that you will like."

The children were excited to hear that, even their tails began to move from one side to the other.

"If you want you can play in the other room" said Gori leading the children to a door.

Once they were in the other room, Gori closed the door so the children wouldn't hear the rest of the conversation.

"Well, now yes. It's already a bit late to try to locate Eggman or the series that were teleported here by chaos control, but we can agree to do it tomorrow" said Tails taking two items from his tool belt.

One was a gray device that had a screen where you could see the chaos emeralds that the fox and his friends would have, and the other was a metal box.

"What is that device?" asked Jack, in all his time as a secret agent he had not seen anything like it and he was interested in seeing that device.

"It is a locator for the chaos emeralds, it was thanks to him that we were able to get to where you were when you were being attacked by Eggman" replied the fox.

"Interesting, can you give it to me for a moment" asked the striped rabbit.

Tails handed it over to him and Jack began to ask him various questions about the device and its functionality, but they spoke in technical language that none of the others in the room could understand. Even Nick, Judy and Finnick who had known Jack for several years didn't know that side of him when it came to technology. Everyone lost track of time listening to that conversation.

It took about 20 minutes, when they finally finished talking about the chaos emerald tracker, but after that Jack pointed to the metal box.

"Oh this. It is a box that I invented where we keep the chaos emeralds, when they are inside they cannot be detected neither by the tracked, nor by any device that Eggman can build, let me show you" said the fox.

Tails took the cyan emerald and put it in the box, then closed it. When Jack saw the tracker he saw that the emerald had disappeared. Then Tails beckoned Sonic and Knuckles to pass him the other two emeralds and when he put them in the box they disappeared from the radar too.

Again Jack asked Tails several questions about that box which would last a long time, so the others decided to watch television for a while while they waited for them to finish talking, they could not get ahead with the others since they would have to return later to give the same explanation twice.

...

Meanwhile on the other side of the world it was already night. In the city of Zootopia, Bogo and Clawhauser were at the police station, they were the only ones who were there. The reason why they were the only ones in the station is because they knew about the existence of the 5 beings that were with them in Bogo's office; the cape buffalo was talking to a black hedgehog and a white bat, while the cheetah was in the company of an 18 year old red echidna, a 14 year old silver hedgehog and a 2 year old black bat watching tv with them to distract them of the conversation as they ate a bowl of cereal despite what time it was.

"So, let me understand this. You come from another dimension, you were teleported here because of what you call chaos control, you have been here three months, and you need to find the chaos emeralds to return to your world "said the Cape Buffalo.

"Exactly" said the black hedgehog in front of him.

"Well, it's a hard story to believe, Mr. Shadow and Mrs. Rouge. But seeing what you can do Mr. Shadow, I guess I must believe you. But there is something that worries me, if as you say the chaos control brought you here, then that means that your enemy is also in this universe" said Bogo.

"Yes, but we don't know where it might be. It can be anywhere in the world right now and we don't know" said Shadow.

"It is true, when he does not want to be found he knows how to hide, he has already done it several times, there was an occasion that he was hidden for 6 months, but sooner or later he will appear" said Rouge.

"I think it will be sooner rather than later, Mrs. Rouge," Clawhauser said as he saw that the television program that was being broadcast had been interrupted to broadcast a story about something that had happened in Japan. "If that's Dr. Eggman you're talking about, he's on TV right now."

Shadow, Rouge, and Bogo headed to where Clawhauser was with the younger mobians.

"An hour ago a restaurant was attacked in the city of Saitama in Japan, for what seems to be a being of unknown origin, according to the security cameras we were able to capture that he had a small group of hostages" said the voice Peter Moosebridge on TV.

Bogo and Clawhauser, seeing some of the hostages, recognized them.

"But they are Officer Wilde, Officer Hopps, Agent Savage and Officer Wilde's friend," Bogo said in surprise.

"The children are with them too," Clawhauser said in a voice that reflected fear.

"Apparently the being wanted a type of jewelry that the hostages had and once he forced the children to be the ones to hand them over, he tried to destroy them all. It would have ended in tragedy if it weren't for a group of unknown heroes who appeared to confront this being, giving the hostages the opportunity to flee the scene. So far the hostages and the heroes have reappeared, but we will keep you posted on any news," said Fabienne Growley's voice on TV.

After that she returned to regular programming on the TV channel.

"It seems that Eggman has already appeared, as I said once years ago, Eggman is too vain not to be seen for long" said Rouge.

"At least we already know where to go" said Shadow.

"Wait a minute, you can't go there alone," Bogo said with a cold tone, it seemed that he was not going to allow them to leave the city, but it was not like that. "They are not going to leave without our help. There are certain preparations to be made, but Clawhauser and I can take them without revealing that you are coming with us."

"That is ok? Won't they have problems with work?" asked Rouge

"Of course not. We would just say that we are going to Japan to find out that our officers are in good condition. In the end we owe it to you, after what you did for us last night, "said Clawhauser.

"Well if that's the case, we have to hurry, the faster we get to Japan, the faster we will end this problem" said Shadow.

…

Right then and there, back in Japan, Tails and Jack had finally finished their cycle of questions and answers.

"Wow, a brilliant mind like yours would be a good help to the agency I work for. There we gather the brightest minds that with their ideas could build devices that would serve to save the world. You would even get along with many of those who work there" said the striped rabbit.

"Well, maybe I can help while I'm here. At the end of the day I like to use my inventions to help" said the two-tailed fox smiling shyly.

When they turned around to see the others they were distracted from their conversation by watching a movie.

Seeing that Tails and Jack had finished their conversation, it was time to discuss the other part of what they were going to do, but before they could turn off the TV, the transmission of the film was suddenly cut to show a news of last minute.

"Good afternoon, Saitama City. We interrupt the regular programming to give you the news of an attack that occurred today at a local restaurant. The security cameras were able to capture the images of a being accompanied by an army of robots attacking the premises. Most of those who were there were able to escape safely with the help of a group of four unknown beings who appear to be an echidna, a two-tailed fox and two aliens; but a small group was caught as hostages, after the children were forced to deliver some strange emeralds to the attacker, he almost was going to destroy them all, but a group of heroes formed by what appear to be three hedgehogs, another two-tailed fox and three other echidnas saved them. But after the attacker and his robots escaped, these beings left. The last hostages left the restaurant, but their whereabouts are unknown, and the police are currently searching for them. But the most mysterious question for this reporter is why most of these heroes don't wear clothes or are semi-naked. Questions that don't seem like they will have answers. Meanwhile here we will leave you the video taken by the security cameras so that you can see what happened" said the reporter.

While the surveillance video was being played, each of the residents became concerned for various reasons. Those from Japan and Zootopia because when their family, friends or acquaintances saw that video they would be worried and would start calling them on the phone and would ask them questions that they could not answer, and if they took to the streets they would be surrounded by a large number of reporters. In the case of the inhabitants of Mobius, that their anonymity has disappeared before the public eye as it happened years ago when they were on planet earth, they only hoped that they would also be accepted in this dimension.

"And so, this is something that I'm sure no one asked, some for not being rude and others because they felt uncomfortable doing it, but because you guys are not fully dressed, while the girls are" asked Fenneko directly surprising her husband and friends.

"Oh well, on our planet it is normal for male beings to not wear clothes while female beings do. There are very few exceptions that if they dress completely" answered Sonic.

"But that didn't seem strange to them" Fenneko asked again.

"No, what's more, that has been something that has always happened in our plant even since I was born 4000 years ago" Tikal replied.

"4000 years ago!" the inhabitants of Zootopia and Japan said in unison.

But before they could say more, the cell phones of almost everyone in both cities started ringing (except Finnick's) And when they checked them, they got text messages on their social media as calls. They assumed that their acquaintances saw the news, which apparently was broadcast around the world. In social networks Retsuko, Fenneko, Haida and Ookami had received messages from their co-workers such as Kabae, Komiya, Anai, Tsunoda, Manumaru, Resasuke and Inui, as well as from some friends such as Puko, Tadano, Manaka, Migi, Hidarin and Hyodo. Both Retsuko and Haida also received both messages and calls from Retsuko's parents and grandmother, which is strange since they didn't know that Retsuko's grandmother knew how to use a cell phone in the first place. Fenneko and Ookami received calls from Fenneko's parents. Washimi received calls from her sister Washiko and strangely enough she seems from her ex-husband. Gori received calls from her parents. Nick got calls from his own mother. Judy got calls from her parents Stu and Bonnie. Jack received calls from the boss he had at the agency he worked for.

They all answered their phones at the same time, and the only thing that could be heard were phrases like "We are fine", "Nothing serious happened", "Don't worry, everything is over", "The children are fine and healthy"; and in Jack's case "I'm sorry I didn't report it, but some things happened that you should know."

"Well, I think it would be better to leave you talking for a while with your relatives, but if it is okay with you, while we can agree on who will be in charge of helping you find the chaos emeralds and the beings that come from other dimensions" said Finnick.

"Well, I agree, we'll update you later, as we can't put this off any longer," Sonic said.

...

Meanwhile, back at his base, Dr. Eggman was placing the chaos emeralds that he had obtained in a container, where they could not be located, while he was checking something important on a tablet that he carried in the hand of he.

"Well, the emeralds are hidden. Now we need to find three more emeralds, and the master emerald" said the Dr.

"But sir, we don't know if the master emerald made it to this universe as well," Decoe said.

"As far as we know, it could have stayed on our planet," said Bocoe.

"It seems to me that the Dr. knows something that we don't," Bokkun said.

"Nonsense, I just discovered its whereabouts, and it is in this universe, but it is not near this city, and apparently Sonic and the others do not know where it is, so it will be our opportunity to take it" said Eggman showing in the Den monitor the exact position where the emerald is.

[takadasaiko]

The Longest One Hundred and Sixty-Eight Hours (a Veronica Mars one shot)

Part of my Spanning Years. Continents. series. 

FFN II AO3

Summary: While out on deployment Logan's squad is attacked and Veronica gets a call: he's missing. So starts the clock on the longest week of her life.

The Longest One Hundred and Sixty-Eight Hours

The call came in on the landline at the office and Veronica barely registered the concerned tone as Mac let her know that there was a Commander Eduardo Ruiz who had asked specifically for her. They were close enough to San Diego that it wasn't abnormal to have clients from the base. She just had to make sure that she toed the confidentiality line with her Naval Aviator boyfriend at home. Depending on the situation the lines could cut too close, but sometimes it worked in their favour. There'd been a time or two that Mars Investigation had gained a client because of Logan. Once by direct referral and a second one that had heard about them through the grapevine, as it were. Deployment left their Skype sessions short and sacred, so it was easy to believe that it had simply slipped his mind to tell her that he was sending someone her way.

Except he hadn't.

This wasn't wasn't a call for her services.

Veronica felt her world shift dangerously as Commander Eduardo Ruiz informed her that Lieutenant Logan Echolls' F/A-18 Hornet had been struck by enemy fire while over an undisclosed location. Both he and his Weapons System Officer Dave Riley had successfully ejected. The rescue team had found the remains of the Hornet, but there were signs of a possible struggle on the ground and neither Lieutenant Echolls nor Riley had been found as of yet. She was listed as his next-of-kin and they would let her know as soon as they had an update.

Commander Ruiz's voice was terrifyingly calm and stiff as he spoke, the words rehearsed, possibly even scripted. If he knew Logan or had any attachment to him at all, Veronica had no idea, and he couldn't answer any questions that she rattled off at him. There had certainly been a few. For each one he gave the same answer: the United States Navy was doing everything in their power to recover their two missing officers. He might as well have been saying that he was looking for a needle dropped into some Iraqi desert.

Veronica supposed that Commander Ruiz indicated that he was going to end the call before he actually did, but she found herself sitting at her desk with the phone still pressed to her ear and gaze fixed on nothing in particular in front of her, terror ripping through every vein.

Logan was missing.

He'd been shot down by enemy fire and he was missing in some foreign land that Veronica had no contacts in and no reach to. She could feel that realization - that helplessness - press down so firmly against her that someone might as well have punched her in the gut. She couldn't breathe, and while her mind was going a million miles a second, nothing of any use was making it through.

"Veronica?" Mac asked tentatively and the blonde woman blinked, finally registering that the line was dead in her ear and one of her two best friends was standing at the door to her office, her tone hesitant and her expression worried. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's -" She stopped mid-sentence. She could lie to Mac, tell her everything was fine, but unless they found him in the next five seconds before she visibly cracked it'd be really hard to explain. The thing was she wasn't sure she had it in her to actually tell her the truth either. It was anything but okay, but even though she had heard it, even though the terrible understanding was spinning around in her mind like a record skipping, saying it out loud made it real. Forcing her mind to sort the words from the chaos, formulate sounds that would bubble up to her tongue and escape through her lips made it real. So Veronica found herself stammering with her mouth open, nothing escaping her but a couple of dry, half-attempts at words that she couldn't even decide on, and suddenly her vision blurred.

Somewhere in the distance, almost like down a tunnel, Veronica heard Mac call her name. "Is he….?"

"I don't know," she gasped, feeling strange and hot tears slide down her cheeks without having anything remotely close to permission to be there. "They don't know."

"They don't…. I'm sorry. I'm confused," Mac managed and Veronica heard her circle the desk more than saw it. She blinked hard and it helped a little. "How do they not know?"

"He's missing. He and Riley are missing," she managed, hating how raw and terrified she sounded. "There was a fight and a crash and…."

Veronica looked up and she must have looked like hell from the way that Mac's confusion crumbled into worry. "It's okay. It's going to be okay. Logan's crazy stubborn. They'll find him."

If she believed it in that moment or not was anybody's best guess, but Veronica's usual BS meter was cracked and broken on the floor beneath the weight of the unknown.

"I need answers," Veronica breathed, even as the dial tone sang out from the phone still clutched in her hand laid out on her desk. She couldn't seem to find the will to move to return it to the cradle.

"I don't think we can get those," Mac answered, her voice equally as quiet. "You're the first person they'll call, right?"

Veronica's tear-filled gaze snapped over to her friend and she couldn't bring herself to feel guilty as Mac flinched back at it. "I need answers."

"Okay," Mac whispered, nodding as she spoke. "Okay. Then tell me everything you know and I'll find you everything I can."

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Veronica swore that when - not if, when- Logan got home, she'd never let something pesky like national security get in the way of her drilling him for information again. As it stood now, he had told her as much as he said he could. They were in the Middle East - sure, small area. Only a few hot spots. Super easy to find a downed jet in all of that desert. What was the Navy thinking? - and halfway through deployment. Maybe she should start with his squadron. They had been together before Logan had tumbled back into her life - before she'd tumbled back into his? - but he usually talked about them by their call signs.

There was Coma from East Texas with his painfully slow drawl that Logan and the rest of the guys gave him so much shit over, Kasper that made snow look tan, Siesta that could fall asleep anywhere, and ALF - annoying little fuck - that just wouldn't shut up. There were more, but she only knew Riley by his given name, and even that was turning up with nothing except a couple that Mac thought were probably his parents out in the Midwest. Not that they'd have any more information than Veronica had been given. Hence being updated as Logan's next-of-kin.

Mac was a saint for the effort she was putting into the search, given what little Veronica could provide. They were well into the zone, treating it like any other case when Keith had come back into the office. He must have called out to one or both of them at least a couple of times because Veronica didn't look up - jumped might be a more accurate description, but she'd never admit to it - until he knocked on her desk as if he were knocking on a door. "Something come in while I was out?"

It was a blessing in disguise, that focus, and she rattled it off with only a twinge of pain on the outskirts of the words until she realized her father was dead silent. She didn't acknowledge it until he circled her desk and he stooped down to wrap his arms around her. His was a normal reaction, she knew. It was terrible news. Riley's family was probably in tears and utterly unable to do anything other than wait by the phone for any update that the Navy could possibly give them, and while she'd finally managed to put the phone back on the hook at some point so that a call could come through, there she was trying to track down the non-existent trails that would never actually lead to Logan. Still, it was better than sitting idly by. That would drive her insane.

What was it Logan had said back in college? I'm not built to stand on the sidelines. Well, neither was she. She had to do something. Thankfully Keith didn't try to talk her down from the frenzy.

It was late before Veronica finally relented to the truth that they weren't finding anything new on their end that night. Her father tried to convince her to come back to his place so that she wouldn't have to be alone while waiting for the news. She had Pony home, she reminded him, and while she and Logan had paid their pet deposit that they'd never get back, her dad hadn't. No need to bring an oversized puppy that still thought pieces of furniture were his chew toys to his place. Instead, Mac had managed to convince her to let her sleep on the couch. At least Veronica hoped she slept, because she sure didn't. No, that first night she'd gone into the dresser, pulled out one of his favourite t-shirts, and slipped it on to lay with her cheek pressed into his pillow. He'd already been gone for three months. It wasn't like there was any real trace of him there, but if she tried hard enough she could imagine it. And if she turned her back to his side of the bed she could almost pretend that he was laid curled up on his side, breathing softly and steadily. Alive and safe and home.

The next night, after a day of equally useless information that was really none at all, Wallace had pushed his way into the situation and had taken up Mac's exhausted place on her couch.

It was the earliest hours of the morning when Veronica's cell phone started singing next to her bed, dragging her out of the restless sleep filled with worst-case-scenarios playing out in her mind's eye. She didn't even look at the caller ID as she slammed her thumb against the accept button. "Hello?"

Commander Ruiz was on the line again in that same rehearsed tone, but somehow, even with no real reflection in his voice to speak of, the words felt lighter. They'd been found. Both Logan and Riley. They had been transferred to a Naval hospital there in the Middle East. Next steps would depend on the extent of their injuries, but if all went well they would be transferred back stateside rather than moving to a medical ship or a hospital on a European base. While Veronica would have preferred the news to have been closer to Logan's in San Diego right this second, she would take alive and on foreign soil versus the unspeakable alternative without hesitation.

She had assumed it would be Ruiz with another update when the number lit her phone up the next day and Veronica had to stop and check herself at the familiar voice filtered over the bad connection. "Logan?" she breathed, pretty sure she wasn't dreaming.

"Hey." He sounded tired, his voice a little hoarse.

She gripped the phone tighter in her hand. "Are you okay?" They still hadn't given her any details other than that he'd been found and was alive. If he was hurt or how badly, she had no idea.

"More or less. Listen, I can't talk long, but I just…. needed to hear your voice."

Veronica swallowed hard, willing her voice to work. To tell him she needed to hear his too and that she needed him home right then. He didn't give her a chance as he cleared his throat.

"And to ask you not to be pissed."

Okay, that wasn't what she'd expected. "Why would I -?"

"I'm coming home," he said firmly, which only made his statement a moment earlier more confusing. "They were talking about sending me today."

"That's good news, right?"

She heard a sound from the other end of the line. "Yeah. One sec," he called back to someone on his end of the line before speaking directly onto the phone. "Veronica…."

"Still here."

"They wanna send me home, but Riles is gonna take a few more days. We had to eject. He… snapped his leg on the landing. He always hated those jumps."

"Bet he really does now," Veronica breathed, her mind calling up the image of the man that literally had Logan's back in the air. She liked Riley. He was sharp, with a wit that could match Logan's and a quirky and sometimes twisted sense of humour that was apparently born from a need to stand out among ten siblings. From what she could see, he'd also become one of the most loyal people to enter Logan's life after she had left for Stanford. They were close. "Is he going to be okay?"

"I hope so. He's in surgery now and they said it's going to be a long one. I don't wanna be gone when he wakes up, you know?"

"I know." She hated the words as they slipped out, but she knew how selfish it would have been to say anything else. Right then, she wanted to be selfish. She wanted to tell him to get his ass home so that she could hold onto him like she'd never let go.

"Veronica?"

"Yeah?"

"I gotta go."

"Call me when you can?"

"Yeah. Love you."

And then the line was dead, leaving Veronica sitting alone on the couch in their apartment. She squeezed her eyes shut, the last forty-eight hours' roller coaster of emotions washing over her as she tried to steady herself. "Love you too," she whispered into the empty living room.

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She spoke to him at least for a couple of minutes a day until he came home, but even hearing his voice on the other end of the line wasn't enough to keep the darker parts of her mind from playing tricks on her. She remembered how it had twisted her around during his first deployment after they had gotten back together, but at least then the dangers had all been theoretical. Sure, he was fighting a war and sure enemy aircraft or ships or what-have-you could take a shot at him and send him spiraling towards the unrelenting ground below. She knew that, and on some days it felt more real than others, but even after hearing his voice and that he'd made it out of this close call mostly intact Veronica needed to see him with her own eyes.

The first time he had come back from deployment it had been on the ship he'd left out on, but this time he and Riley were sent home on a transport plane that was due in late in the afternoon. Veronica had spent the entire day jittery and had driven down to San Diego with hours to spare. Wallace, Mac, and her dad had all offered to help with anything she needed from puppy duty to going with her so that she wouldn't have to wait alone. She'd declined the latter, instead opting to become well acquainted with the accelerator in Logan's BMW. Thankfully the PCH wasn't being heavily patrolled or she would have had to pay a mint for the ticket dealt out.

It felt like forever before Logan arrived safely and securely on the ground. He was on his feet when she saw him, left arm in a sling and bruises darkened under his eye and down along his jawline on the right side of his face. He looked exhausted, but still better than Riley who was stuck in a wheelchair with a cast nearly all the way up his leg. That was gonna suck. Probably already did, if he was due for pain meds anytime soon.

Logan spotted her and Veronica felt a rush of relief at that smile. She took off towards him, having to force herself to stop rather than latch her arms around his neck to hold on tight. He'd finally given her a list of his injuries - the worst being a torn muscle in his shoulder and a concussion - and she didn't want to risk hurting him.

He didn't seem to have the same hold up. Logan covered the last few steps and wrapped his uninjured arm around her, pulling her in more than up and leaned in for a kiss. Veronica's arms slid around his middle, fingers digging into the fabric of his uniform as she pulled him deeper into it. They stayed there in that moment, neither willing to let go of the other even as she heard Riley shout a joke about waiting till they had a room from off to the side. Logan loosed his grip on her and Veronica was pretty sure he shot Riley the bird, only confirmed by the other man's chuckle.

Veronica finally - reluctantly - broke the kiss. "You okay?" she asked breathlessly.

"Yeah. Let's talk when we get home."

She nodded and turned towards Riley. "How ya doin', Riley?"

"I gave as good as I got," the Weapons System Officer promised with a shit-eating grin.

"Oh yes. The ground never saw him coming," Logan answered, a smirk tugging at his lips and one eyebrow quirked up at his friend. "You sure we can't give you a ride?"

"Nah. My folks flew in. Apparently going MIA warrants a flight in from the homeland."

Veronica snorted. "Aren't you from Nebraska?"

He gave a casual shrug and a noncommittal mehbefore he started wheeling himself towards a small group of people that Veronica could only assume were his family if the collection of redheads were anything to go by. He offered a quick wave as he rolled forward. "See you in a couple days."

"Yeah," Logan huffed the response, his voice low enough that Riley probably hadn't even heard it.

Veronica turned back to him, watching the smile leave his eyes first, exhaustion taking its place, and then his thin lips evened out into a straight line. She touched his arm. "Let's go home."

Thankfully it didn't take much to get back to the car and off the base. Logan asked her to keep the top down on the BMW, even if he wasn't the one driving. She glanced over every handful of minutes as they started up the PCH, watching as he slowly relaxed into the seat. His eyes drifted closed, the lines in his face softened a little, and it was everything she could do not to reach out to him. Finally, she lost her battle and her hand slid over of its own volition to his knee. He startled in his place, but only for a moment, and settled back in as he moved his right arm across his body so that it could rest on her hand. Apparently she wasn't the only one craving touch at that moment.

The sun was setting by the time they got home and Veronica and Logan took the stairs up to their apartment slowly. She frowned as she fit the keys into the lock and turned only to find it already unlocked. She pushed the door open and loosed a relieved breath at the sight of her father refilling Pony's food bowl, the leash laid out on the counter. Keith looked as startled as she felt, straightening with a grimace, and turned fully towards them. "Hey. I didn't know what time you two would be here." His gaze drifted past Veronica. "Logan. Good to see you home."

"Good to be home," he answered, his voice quiet and more than a little tired.

"I won't keep you. I brought some Thai over. It's in the fridge if you get hungry."

"You didn't need to do that, Dad," Veronica tried and her father gave a small smile.

"I wanted to. Mac and I'll hold down the fort for the next few days. Take your time. And if you need anything -"

"Pretty sure I know your number," she promised, the corners of her lips tugging up and she wrapped a hug around her dad's neck before letting him slip out their front door, the cane he still leaned on after the car wreck sounding softly as he eased his way down the stairs. Three flights weren't easy for him to climb to drop off food and feed a puppy. He'd wanted to check on them. Not just her, but both of them, and there was something comforting in that knowledge.

Logan loosed a long breath, drawing her attention around as he moved slowly into the apartment. He dropped to a knee to greet Pony with a scratch behind the ears and a few soft words before straightening again. "Thai sounds amazing right about now."

"Don't have that on your ship, do ya?"

"Definitely not."

Or in the desert when you're missing for nearly thirty-six hours.Yeah, that probably wasn't the best way to lead into reminding him that he'd told her they'd talk when they got home. She wanted to. More than anything she wanted to hear every inch of what had happened, but while Logan was a fan of talking about nearly anything, when it came to his own personal traumas he tended to toss out a flippant remark and keep his feelings to himself. He knew her. He knew she was dying to ask, but she knew him too, and he probably hadn't given himself time to even start processing until they were back on US soil. Hence the reason he looked so damn tired.

They ate in silence, Veronica not trusting herself to hold back the questions. She wasn't sure how long had passed as she shoveled mouthful after mouthful of food, glancing over to see that Logan had stopped altogether. His brows were drawn tightly, his lips pulled down at the corners, and his grip on the chopsticks was firm. "I'm sorry," he breathed after a long moment.

"What for?"

"Scaring you. I'm guessing I probably scared you." He finally turned to look at her, those soft brown eyes making it hard to breathe.

"Understatement," she answered softly, "but it wasn't your fault."

"We, uh… We were so focused on the aerial fight that we missed what was happening on the ground. He was on Doc and ALF's tail, Riles and I took the guy out, but there was fire from below. They didn't have to eject, we did." Logan swallowed hard, clearly having trouble trying to get through the story he knew she wanted and Veronica did her best to keep her expression even. She reached out, her hand against his, and he set his chopsticks down to thread his fingers through her own and continue. "We got lucky. I mean, Riles might call bullshit. He's the one with a broken leg, but there weren't too many on the ground where we landed. We got out alive, laid low, and they found us."

There weren't too many on the ground. Right. Okay. Maybe she didn't want to know how he'd busted his shoulder and gotten a concussion. The little he'd told her was a lot to digest, and he'd been doing it by himself for the last week. Well, him and Riley.

"I didn't know about Doc and ALF. I'm sorry."

"Yeah. Those were fun calls."

Right. He was their squad leader. While someone above his head probably made the calls while he was MIA, Logan would have followed up with the families. For all of the responsibilities he skirted as a teenager, he took on even more while serving in the Navy. She'd never gotten the full story on exactly where the change had happened, and maybe it was because real change never happens at a single point in a person's life. She knew that somewhere in his sophomore year at Hearst he had bottomed out and he'd landed in ROTC. He'd met Riley there and Riley had been the one to steer him towards aviation. Logan had said once or twice that Riley had saved his life, and Veronica had always wondered if that wasn't just up in the clouds.

"Part of the job," Logan murmured and squeezed her hand. "Funerals'll be the hardest. That's in a couple of days."

Ah. So that's what Riley has meant. Veronica hadn't thought that they'd demand him back at work quite that quickly. Not while he was on medical leave. At least she'd hoped that they wouldn't. The idea of only having a day or two with him after all of this tied her stomach up in knots.

She pursed her lips together. "I'm selfish," she admitted softly, catching his confused gaze at the seemingly abrupt statement. "I hate that they're gone. I know they meant a lot to you, but…." She closed her eyes, struggling to find the words. She felt like such an asshole voicing them. These were people that he cared about, people that other people cared about. They weren't just names or call signs. They were good guys. Logan respected them, and even prefacing that she felt selfish for saying this didn't make it any better.

"Hey." She opened her eyes to find him looking directly at her. "You're good. You just listened to me. It's your turn."

She reached her free hand up to the side of his face, her fingers curling around bruised skin carefully. "These have been the longest hundred and sixty-eight hours of my life. I thought I'd lost you. Before, every time something split us apart, we could come back from it. Nine years and we came back from it, but…"

The words she'd meant to say got stuck in her throat, a sob choking them down, and Logan leaned his forehead against hers. "I'm here," he promised. "When our plane got hit, when we ejected…. all I could think about was you. About how I couldn't die not having seen you again. Veronica." He waited until she looked at him. "I love you. No matter what happens, it's you. You're the one I'm coming home to, and I'm always going to come home."

She felt the dam break and the tears started to blur her vision. There were so few people she could show anything akin to weakness to, but she saw the same glassy look in Logan's eyes and she leaned forward, her lips pressed against his. She could taste the salt from the tears - hers or his, she couldn't be sure - as he scooted himself off the bar stool. His movements were slow and a little awkward with one arm still firmly secured in the sling, but she followed him back to the bedroom.

One hundred and sixty-eight hours. Seven days. One week.

But tonight she laid curled up against him, her cheek pressed against his chest as his fingers worked their way through her hair. They would face the next challenges when the sun came up. Right then, in that moment, she felt herself finally drifting towards sleep with the steady beat of his heart a reminder that their epic story wasn't over. He was home, he was safe, and he would always come back to her.

[btsinlondon]

Sexual Tension part ii

Pairing - Yoongi x Reader

Word Count - 2.2K

NSFW 18+ smut 

Your housemates older brother is staying for the weekend. Earlier that day he walked in on you masturbating and you can’t stop thinking about him. So much tension - you just want him to fucking touch you...

Read Sexual Tension part 1 here. 

Min Yoongi will be the death of you.

You stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off with a large fluffy towel, wrapping another one around your hair and stood in front of the foggy mirror. You swiped your hand across the glass to catch your reflection. You hadn’t removed your make up and mascara from the previous night..What a hot mess. 

You wanted to look good this evening...because you knew you would bump into Yoongi again. The idea of seeing him sent a little wave of heat across your face and a flutter of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. 

You wiped away the black from under your eyes and towel dried your hair so it lay against your shoulders, pulled over to one side in wet strands. You looked into the mirror and made eye contact with your reflection. 

Be cool. Just be cool and chat to him. Just because he walked in on me...touching myself doesn’t mean we can’t just be normal. What the hell am I suppose to say to him??

As you left the bathroom and walked across the landing to your bedroom, you could hear Yoongi talking to his sister in the living room. There was no avoiding it, you would have to just buck up and go down to face your embarrassment head on and not hide away upstairs for the rest of the evening. 

Alexa, play Señorita by Justin Timberlake. 

You put on a loose floral dress and pulled a light sweater over the top.

Alexa, turn up volume.

Your hair was still damp, but you ran a comb through the knots and applied a little mascara and lip balm. Your hips swayed involuntary to the music as Timberlake’s dulcet tones accompanied your lazy Sunday. 

You hear the front door bang as someone arrives..or leaves? but choose to ignore it for now. 

You quietly sing along to the track, relaxing into the music and collapsing back onto the bed. Closing your eyes, your mind wanders to when you were lying right here a few hours ago, thinking about the beautiful man staying in your apartment. 

You longed for him to touch you, to lean over you and press his body against yours...but fantasising about you housemates brother was never going to be a good idea. He was off limits and besides, he would never want you anyway. Especially not now he walked in on you masturbating - oh god..so fucking embarrassing. 

You go to reach for your phone on the bed side table but - 

Knock, Knock. 

You swallow hard and quickly sit up on the edge of the bed. 

It could easily be your housemate knocking on your bedroom door...but something says it’s not her. Something inside wishes it’s not her. Your heart thumps against your chest with anticipation.

“Uh, come in?” you say over the loud music. 

The handle moves and Yoongi slowly opens the door. 

You don’t know what to do with your hands, still sitting on the edge of the bed you suddenly feel super awkward and force yourself to take a deep breath to try and slow your heart-rate. Be cool..just say hi...oh my god. 

He doesn’t speak, but merely walks into the room and closes the door behind him with a quiet thud. The way he is looking at you is impossible to read but his body language oozes confidence and power. You feel like the pressure in the room has changed and there is suddenly a magnetic tension between you. 

Min Yoongi is in my bedroom...what am I suppose to do now?? 

As if something is controlling your body, you get up off the bed. 

You both move simultaneously. He takes a step forward, meeting you in the middle of the room, your faces millimetres away.

The tension building between you, but still not daring to touch him, you flutter your eyes up to look directly into his. He meets your gaze and your heavy breaths sync up, chests heaving with the unspoken desire. 

“I can’t stop thinking about you” Yoongi whispers across your lips, his breath drawing you in. 

Suddenly shy, you lower your gaze to the ground and he presses his forehead lightly against yours. “Please y/n, tell me I’m not fucking insane. Tell me you want me too” He traces your lips with his, but still not touching you, biting down hard on his bottom lip, eyes scrunched up waiting for your response. 

“Yoongi...I” you stutter and your knees feel weak as you try to respond, but as you draw breath to try and speak, he catches your inhale with his soft lips and you melt beneath him. 

This can’t really be happening to me. 

Yoongi is hungry for you, deepening the kiss and pulling you firmly against his body. Pressing up against him, you can feel his desire for you, growing hard against the heat of your body. 

“I - we can’t. What if your sister comes in?” you gasp the words between each fiery kiss. 

“She won’t.” He pushes harder against you, so lost in desire and you can’t help but submit to his power as you step back towards the end of the bed. 

“She went out..I don’t think she will be back for a while” At those words, excitement rushes through your whole body and you allow Yoongi to push you backwards onto the bed. 

You are in pure bliss, the fantasy you dreamed of earlier while you were touching yourself is actually happening right now. 

“When you saw me earlier..I mean when you caught me like that, I...” you trail off, not knowing what else to say. 

“You don’t know how much I’ve been replaying that over and over in my head all fucking day. I nearly turned around to walk straight back in your room and replace your hands with my mouth.” those words were enough to make you let out a whimper and spread your legs slowly apart. 

Looking up at Yoongi, your blurred eyes can barely focus on the beautiful man standing over you. The heat rising in your cheeks matches the waves of arousal coming over your whole body.  

His hand reaches up to grab a scruff of his silvery hair, he looks like he’s going mad, losing control at the sight of you with your thighs wide apart like this, hand slowly moving down between the soft fabric of your dress. 

“Fuck...you are so beautiful. Stop teasing me like this, I can’t handle it” he jerks his head and clicks his neck before his gaze rests on your hand pulling up your dress to reveal the inside of your thighs. 

“You want me to touch myself so you can watch this time?” your fingers gently caress your panties under your dress and you lift up the fabric a little further so he can see what you’re doing. 

“mmm...my god this is so fucking sexy” he’s just standing there staring at you. 

You slip two fingers under the lace and begin drawing slow circles over your clit and you’re already soaking wet with silky arousal. You catch a glimpse of Yoongi’s expression. His eyes darken and there’s something in his stance which becomes menacing. 

“I want you to do what I say” his voice is low but imperious.  

You don’t respond. 

“Did you hear me?” he says a little louder. 

“Yes” you quietly reply.

“Good. Now take off your underwear.”

You hesitate.

“Take it off”

You slip off your lace underwear and feel exposed, but so turned on. Holy shit, Min Yoongi is actually telling me what to do and I’m literally going to follow his every word. 

“I want to see all of you, lift up your dress and spread your legs. Wider than that” 

“So beautiful...” he growls under his breath.

“Get on your knees, that’s it. Keep your legs spread wide, just like that” you do as he tells you, never breaking eye contact, the throbbing tension building inside you is almost too much to take. You want him to touch you so badly. 

“Please Yoongi...I want - I want you...I need you to touch me” you whimper, the tension between you is too much to handle. 

“Ah, ah, ah” he shakes his head and flashes a dark smirk at you, “You’ll have to earn that. Do as I say and maybe you’ll get what you want,” 

You obey. You want him to touch you more than anything, the want and need and frustration he is causing you makes you want to beg for it. To plead on your knees for him to fuck you...

“I want to watch you touch yourself, watch you make yourself cum. You’re such a pretty little thing, I want to see your face when you lose control and after you cum, I’ll give you what you deserve. I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop, until you’ve cum so hard your sensitive cunt can’t take any more.” 

Yoongi is such a dirty fucking human, this is seriously too fucking hot...and I truly believe every word this man promises me. I’m dead. 

You’re still kneeling on the end of the bed, dress hitched up to reveal your bare skin underneath and you’re soaking wet with desire waiting for his next command. 

“How many fingers can my angel take? Try two. Put two fingers inside. I want to see how much your little cunt can take.” you do as he tells you, spreading your folds apart and slowly pushing your index and middle finger inside. You know you can’t reach your g-spot on your own and long for him to be the one opening you up with his fingers. 

Yoongi kneels down at the end of the bed so his face is in line with your inner thighs and he licks his lips. “Fuuck.,,” he groans, “I want to see more, add another finger baby girl” you obey and can feel his breath on your skin, he’s so close to you it feels like electricity is prickling across your thighs. You just want him to touch you. 

You sit back on your heels to get a better angle and you begin slipping three fingers in and out of your arousal. The sucking wet sounds accompany your desperate moans, you can’t stand it anymore with him so close to you, but refusing to touch you. You tilt your head back in a maddening mix of anguish and bliss. 

“That’s it..fuuck,,god this is so fucking sexy” he’s lost in the moment and has forgotten to tell you what to do next.

“Please Yoongi...tell me what to do next, I won’t cum until you let me” you’re enjoying every minute of him dictating your moves. 

“Not yet. Edge yourself until you’re so fucking close...but hold back until I say. Can you do that for me?” he tilts his head and raises an eyebrow. He’s being playful and cruel...but it’s incredible. 

“Y-yes” is all you can utter

“Good girl,” he holds his gaze as if he’s trying to make a decision, “Take off your dress. I want to see all of you.” 

“Yes Daddy” - yeah I said it, Daddy Yoongi can tell me what to do and I will lap it up like the good obedient girl I am

You pull the dress and sweater over your head and unclip your bra and throw it on the floor. Completely naked, you lay back on the bed, knees in the air, legs spread wide and begin to tease your clit for the third time today. 

You see Yoongi’s mouth gape open as he looses character for just a second “Ohh god...you are seriously a fucking goddess” and you know he’s completely captivated by the show you’re putting on for him. 

You close your eyes and push your fingers slowly back inside using the other hand to rub circles around your clit. You can feel Yoongi’s gaze burning through your eye lids and can hear him panting slightly as his unbuckles his belt. 

You feel your core clenching tighter and tighter, the warmth building from your legs up through your chest and neck and waves of heat spread across your cheeks. You know the release is getting closer and you don’t know how long you can keep it poised at the top of the cliff. 

“Yoongi...I’m so c-close. Please..” you’re begging for his permission to release. 

“Hold it baby. Not yet. You look so hot I want to savour this...” you open your eyes to see him supporting his weight with one hand pressed against the wall, the other hand shoved in his jeans, pumping his cock with a feverish look on his face. 

Your hips start to buck into your hands and the rippling rhythm builds and builds until you’ve nearly reached the peak

“I- I can’t...hgnnn, please” you’re so close and can’t let go until he says. 

“Cum for me princess,” his voice is full of anticipation, but then -

“Look at me” 

You roll your hips one last time as you clench your toes, your knees, core...and your body releases a blissful orgasm in waves across your whole body. You’re shaking as you desperately try to keep your eyes open, staring at Yoongi as you quiver on the bed. 

Panting, you lay there. Your whole body aching with want for him to finally touch you.... he steps towards the bed and - 

“Hey guys! I’M BACK!!” you hear the front door slam as your housemate walks into the apartment downstairs. 

FUCK.

to be continued..