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Itachi Uchiha X Hussy. Chubby Reader!

Warnings: Slight Yandere!Itachi, Stalking-ish (Watching her every move by his crow), Blackmail-ish, Manipulation…?, Unprotected sex, Dirty Talk, DDLG, Strangers to Lovers….?, Blowjob, Protected Anal sex, Praise kink…?, Caught-ish, Public Display, Confession...?, Possessive!Itachi (Just can’t handle seeing his boo with someone else), Size kink...?. Basically, NSFW. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also be mindful that I didn’t really mention much of the reader’s appearance (Besides she’s female) since I wanted to keep it vague for everyone to relate as much as possible, though it is definitely for the more voluptuous side of ladies. 😊

Please be mindful that all photos are not mine, but the making of the collage is.

MINORS DNI!!!! 🔞🙅🏻‍♀️ If you’re not comfortable with this, please ignore!

Itachi Uchiha x Hussy. Chubby Reader! How she happened to stumble across the strange man one night while engaging in a late-night activity. Calmly waited in an empty cubicle while checking herself in a little pocket mirror, with a lack of a bra, she wore a size smaller crop top tee, low waist booty shorts that did little to conceal her pudge's tummy and obviously fat fupa, and thigh-high socks with the sexiest high heels that highlighted her legs. Personally, she looks hot.

When she hears knocking, she smirks, smugly licking her lips.

"Right on time," She murmurs, making her way to the locked door and opening it to grab the strange man's sweatshirt, yanking him inside and pinning him to it. Now, the dude was an average person in his early twenties who appeared to be a boring guy.

"You know the rules," She said, slowly backing away and promoting the hem of her shirt in a teasing manner. "Anal only."

Before fully lifting up her shirt til her breast slips out.

Quickly they lock lips with each other, tongues wrapping around one another while caressing his cheek.

“Ahn~!” She moans, drawing away when feeling her sensitive nipples being pinched. In a split second, she wrapped her arms around him, her shorts around her knees as he rested his hand on her chubby hips.

“Mmm… Fuck, my ass is aching for your dick.” She pants out, drawing a hand behind her and to her ass where she stuffs two of her fingers inside, prepping herself. She continues to kiss the man, slowly pulling him close to her wanting him.

Sitting on the toilet seat legs wide, ass and pussy on full display with no pants on, she seductively taunts the guy, “Alright cutie, shove that thing in me~”

Prompting him by using her hands to spread herself wider to see her gaping hole.

“Mmm… Show mommy how big you are~” Licking her lips at the sight of the tent in front of his pants, fantasized about how big his cock is until… “Oh… Wow…”

She was not expecting it to be so small much to her disappointment, quickly changing her demeanor as a fake smile spread on her face.

“You like that?”

“Oh yeah…” She plainly said over the guy's ear. With a neutral look on her face as he fucks her. “You’re so good...”

What was supposed to last 30 minutes ended up finishing 5 minutes after sensing he cum. Pulling out and discarding the used condom, she seductively goes and toys with her ass.

“You still got 25 minutes left. Don't you want to keep going?”

“Nah, I’ll be late for my next mission.”

“Oh okay.” She disappointingly said as he get ready before leaving.

After a few minutes of refreshing herself, she walks out of the bathroom stall and heads to the mirror to reapply her lipstick.

Well, that was boring, another day and another boring guy using her for his own sexual pleasure. Sure she likes being used and all, but she just wishes she could find someone who was more…exciting.

Quietly wondering if what she was even doing was worth it.

“Pardon me, but what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” Suddenly sensing a shadow towering over her she quickly turns around.

Standing in front of her was a handsome-looking man with enchanting crimson eyes that almost seemed like they were glowing underneath them were long tear troughs. Having as well long jet-black hair that was pulled back in a low ponytail with long center-parted bangs. Overall he looks casual wearing a black shirt and pants and sandals with white leggings over them. Yet strangely he seemed to be wearing a black cloak with red clouding on them.

“My apologies, sir. I guess I was in a rush and went the wrong way. Silly me. Well, I should be leaving!” Trying to compose herself from being caught she cheerfully puts on a fake smile switching to her fake innocent persona before quickly grabbing her things and walking past the cloaked man.

“I see you put a front wherever you are. Always so polite and helpful to others. But then again, I doubt being so naive enough to make such a silly mistake.” She pauses for a moment, turning around to meet those eyes again, making her take a step back.

“How dare you speak to me that way!”

“You’re in the business of serving people, arent you? Giving them what they want. And I want something.” He said, ignoring what she said.

“Hey, listen to me! You don't know the first thing about me! Thinking I’m some hussy.” She screeched out, stomping her foot as she slowly lost her temper.

Yet he remains calm.

“Oh really?”

In a blink of an eye, he was close to her, leaning over and whispering in her ear, “You’re right. I don't know the slightest thing about you. Besides the fact that you live two different lives. One of them is helping your parents by working in your family's Dango shop, acting all sweet and innocent with a lovely smile on your face. And the other…” He pauses for a moment. “Hm. A naughty side, that would bring shame to one's clan.” She gasped, seeing the once crimson eyes with black comma patterns were now changing right in front of her eyes into a pinwheel shape.

Suddenly she could see everything he was saying, whispering every single detailed description in her ear of what no one should know yet she could see it play out in front of her. It felt like she was in a dream, one so real she thought she was really there.

Until finally coming back to reality, “How did you know it was me?”

"Let’s just say you stand out around here." He indicates while trapping her against the counter his hands resting on each side of her head. Watching her eyes wander to and away from his stare until eventually, with begging eyes and her hands clasped in a pleading stance, "My family - They can't know. It would ruin them, our business, and my family's name. Please, I'll do anything."

When she felt this strange man move close to her, placing his hands around her waist and down to rest on her ass, she gasped but cut herself off.

"I'm not one of those delicate chunin boys you select. I don't want a piece of the full thing, no-I want the entire thing."

She bites her lower lip as her body starts to tremble from the proximity of his body to hers, from him fondling her ass, and from his shameless statement.

“Where do you want me?” She shyly asked, clinging to his arm.

He backed away from her just enough to glimpse those innocent, doe-like eyes of hers and said, "On your knees."

Crouching down on her heels, she was met with an undeniable erection that was pushing against the fabric of his pants.

She gasped as she scooted closer, unfastened his belt, and saw the length slip effortlessly out in front of her.

So close to her face, and close enough that she could lean forward and use her lips to touch the quivering member if she wanted. And believe me, she does.

"I’m safe." When she looks up at him with lust-filled eyes, he utters it out while turning away. "I-I may not be big like the man you've slept with, but I will satisfy you." He spoke tentatively, still not looking at her surprised expression.

"W-Who hurt you?" She murmured this while stroking the thick member as she heard him sharply draw in.

Was he a moran? He had such a magnificent dick, so long and fat with him only being a foot away she could just lean forward and kiss the flush head.

Closing her eyes, she moves in close to the length and kisses the leaking tip before trailing kisses here and there all around the girth until finally reaching the base of his cock while looking up with those innocent eyes.

She drew away and gulped down the lovely man's entire length till it reached the back of her throat and back out after keeping him in for a solid minute with saliva trickling down her chin. As her tongue aggressively travels out, lapping his balls while deepthroating him, he couldn't help but lean on the counter to steady himself. The delightful heat travels up his body every second as he attempts to relax himself.

He was a patient man by nature, but his curvy beauty always puts him to the test. While he longed to appreciate this moment, he also sought to maintain his cool so that he didn't lose control.

Yet he has no shame.

The way her eyes rolled to the back of her head when he grabbed the back of the curvy beauty's neck as she continued to sloppily deepthroat the strange man's dick while grazing the member here and there made his mouth drop open slightly. Secretly loving the roughness that added to the sensation and brought him closer to the edge.

However, as much as he would have liked to cum in the curvy beauty's mouth, he refused.

"Ahhh~" She breathed out, her eyes rolled back, and a satisfied smile spread across her face.

Taking her by the hand, he sat her down on the counter and fondled her breasts, making her gasp.

"It appears you like it when a man takes advantage of you, exploiting you in ways you could only think of. Isn't that why you're here? You don't want just any man to ruin you. No. Just that special one." He muttered huskily over her ear, his hands expertly wrapping around her plump hips and settling on her ass.

"That’s not true, that's not true at all -!" She gasped, cutting herself off from the feeling of thick fingers kneeing her cloth cunt, rubbing into her wetness before drawing back and holding it up.

"Completely turned off, huh?" He scuffs lightly.

"Be quiet." She panted weakly.

She wanted to get even with him and was about to smack him but was stopped by him catching it and pinning it above her, trapping her between him and the cool sink.

"You're in no position to make any demands."

"And you are." She fires back.

When she noticed a little grin on his face, she gave her best bitchy face.

"I believe so. If you'll allow me, that is." She experienced a chill when he moved in close to her ear and spoke in a gruff, naturally deep voice. When she doesn't respond, he gently lifts her chin to face him, and she swallows hard.

"Hmmm... perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself." He said aloud as he started to pull away but was abruptly halted. He was delighted to see the curvy beauty holding onto his robe with tears welling up in her eyes.

"No! It’s alright!"

Her eyes widened from her unexpected outburst. She covered her mouth as humiliation overtook her. He chuckles, his hand failing to hide the faint smile appearing on his face, sending her heart racing. He draws her in close to his broad chest.

"Well then. Who am I to object to your wishes?" He commented, peering out from under her neck with a smug smile on his face.

Suddenly and expertly, the strange man flipped her over and had her lean against the sink counter with her shorts hanging around her buck knees, exposing her throbbing ass and sopping pussy.

"Even though you've made this unavailable to your customers, you want it, don't you?"

"I've never felt this-," she said, trying to glance back at him in a haze.

She abruptly cuts herself off, gasping at the startling sensation of something thick slipping in between her folds.

"Keeping this all tight for me?"

Itachi took cruel pleasure in watching her shake at the slightest brush of his dick running down along her entrance and pressed in hearing her yelp every time his tip brushed against her clit. “Do you think you're ready to take me, my pretty?”

She honestly doesn't know what's wrong with her. It’s not fair how her hands can't help but get sweaty when not even a few minutes ago she was cursing at this attractive man and now her heart is fluttering by that stupid pet name as she begs him to fuck her while trying to lift her hips so the heaving rod can just slip inside.

"Yes, sir." She eventually blurts out.

Not fair that he stands so close behind her with such a low voice grazing her ear while without warning, he thrust into her, slow and deep. Plunging full-length into her warmth and all the way down til it brushes against the entrance of her cervix.

"AHHH!" She moaned, back arched and eyes slowly rolled to the back of her head as she unknowingly was seized by the strange man's muscular chest, trapping her between the cold counter and his hot body while he slowly thrusts his hips against hers as one of his hands travels up and caresses her plump face before leaning it against the bathroom mirror. If anyone was around, they could have heard her loud, enticing shrieks, leading them to their fuck fest.

Finally pulling his upper body away, he began to move his hips faster watching the way her cunt gobbled down his dick over and over again.

‘It’s official, I’m a slut.’ She thought to herself. Believing that she hit a new level of low, allowing this attractive man to have his way with her, free of charge to keep his mouth shut. And right where any man could come in and see. She was scared to be caught yet also excited.

God, every time he slides in it felt so fucking good~

She cries in ecstasy from the sudden smacks her ass was receiving. Smack after smack echoes through the empty room and not too far along her whines and whimpers. Shockwaves after shockwaves of her pussy spasming around his length making the silent man grunt at the tightness as he tries to pull out.

Wrapping their hands together, he brought them up to knead her breast while he caress and toyed with her doughy side.

“Ahn!” She gasped, suddenly feeling the stinging of him giving her what no client is allowed to do. “Noooo…” Give her hickeys.

She could feel her thoughts numbing and fading into bliss as she continued to make sounds that a stupid bimbo is meant to make on her night out, which is getting her brains pounded out in a cramped public bathroom.

“-Nngh!” She lolled out, eyes slowly crossing.

The mysterious man began to move his hips faster watching through the mirror the way her free breast swayed by the force of his thrust. She felt so good, the way he rolled his hips against hers caused her greedy cunt to leave a nice ring of cream around the base of his cock.

“Already creaming? Well, aren't you a dirty girl, huh? A slut disguised as a lady or is it the other way around?” His vein hand that was teasing her other breast slowly made its way up and around her neck in a nice firm grip tight enough for her to understand he was the one fucking her, no one else but him.

“Yes, I-I’m a dirty girl! I’m daddy’s dirty GIRL!” She suddenly screeched. The tears that glossed over her eyes slid down her cheeks, smearing her caked face.

She was a mess, her once dolled-up face was ruined with tear streaks running down her cheek, and her once glossed-up lips were now swollen and smudged from the passionate kisses they’d shared, and from sucking this beautiful man off, she must look like a mess to this man. If only she knew how pretty she looked in his eyes.

Until unexpectedly, the strange man pulls out and turns her plump body around, setting her down on the counter with her lower half hanging off, setting one of her legs over his shoulder and spreading the other as far as it could go to get better access.

"Mhm!" As soon as he slipped in, they both gasped in ecstasy.

Hours passed as they made sweet, passionate love, taking her in many positions that made her question her flexibility. Pulling out, he turns her around to face the mirror again before wiggling her backward to snuggle up close to him. Catching a whiff of his cologne she felt herself becoming hazy as he lifted one of her legs up on the counter for support and lined her on top of his length. Shushing her gently as he heard her faint whimpers, he held her chubby waist for support while massaging her breasts and leaving trails of sloppy kisses all over her neck and bare shoulder as he made her cum once again.

Before taking her in another position. Still staring ahead in the mirror, she notices multiple hickeys on her neck, shoulder, and breast, but she doesn't have time to react because he cups her face, linking their lips together as their bodies remain intertwined together.

"Bend over, beautiful." He instructed.

Guiding her forward and face away from him, he bent her upper body down till she could see her knees, restraining her arms behind her back with one hand while sliding his cock back inside her eager hole.

She couldn't take it anymore, stuttering out how lightheaded she was while feeling the blood rush to her head and how deep he was penetrating. Having to loosen herself from his grip to support herself by touching the cool restroom floor.

Begging and panting for more.

Until finally being in a carrying position. She clings to the attractive man with nothing on except her thigh-highs and a barely hanging heel. Though he was in no better shape than she was, with lipstick marks on his neck and shoulders and around his mouth and lips, his pants hanging around his ankles, his cloak and shirt discarded somewhere, leaving him naked with arms around his neck and legs wrapped behind him, he lifts her completely off the ground while thrusting inside her.

‘Yes, this is what I want. This is what I need.’ She thought and kissed again. Each kiss feels better than the last, and their kiss grows deeper.

"My girl," The handsome man declared, making her pussy flutter around him at the idea of being his girl, his good girl. And he was aware of it.

"Yeah? Like being mine? My good girl. How about that? My good girl, my good girl, my good girl…" He chanted as he dragged his cock into her writhing walls, making sure she felt every inch of his length.

She nodded, feverishly nodding her head in approval, whines pouring out of her mouth. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her tongue lolled out as drool dripped from her mouth.

She couldn't envision this man saying these embarrassing things, but he did, and he said them deliciously with pride.

He paused, smoothing aside the damp hairs from her forehead before continuing.

"Do you want me to cum inside? Speak up, like a big girl. Daddy loves it when you use your big girl words." He purred, stroking her cheek and staring into her sex-dazed eyes.

“Y-YES! Yes, Daddy, I want you to stuff me full of your load -Nng!”

He chuckles as he hears her feeble whimper and sees her teary eyes. Her arms clutch his shoulders as she looks him down with gritting teeth and tears-shedding eyes before eventually feeling shy and attempting to avert her gaze yet he didn't allow her to, cupping her face and keeping her gaze on his.

"Cum with me," he huffed, drawing her face close as she nodded. They were in a trance, staring into one other's eyes and panting as he looked between her eyes and lips, touching her bottom lip before gripping the back of her neck and drawing her close for a passionate kiss.

Bouncing her on his cock, over and over again, until she notices his heartbeat rising, his length throbbing, and his breath quickening when he rips away. Fucking her fast and hard, growling in her ear about who treats her well, who fills her up like this, and who makes her cum this fucking good. And all she could say while sobbing against his mouth was that it was him, and only he could make her feel good, and of course, they both ate it up.

Their bodies stutteringly clung to each other as he thrust into her slowly and deeply, cumming. She brushes his wet bangs away and puts his face in the crook of her neck, watching his body heave as his hips thrust lazily upward while firmly holding her body close to his so she doesn't collapse.

Slowly setting her down on the counter after a few minutes yet she still clung to the man in front of her with those big flirtatious eyes, peering naively up at those glowing red ones while pouting.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…” Looking down to hide her embarrassment, but he reaches his long finger out and beneath her chin, gently lifting her face to look at him. Silently ordering her to speak.

"So that's it then. What’s the point of all of this? For you to just leave?" It’s so unfair." She murmurs while clutching his cloak and turning away from him, not wanting this man to see her cry.

"Enough now. Have I not tormented you enough?" He was hesitant to turn her head to face him, gently cupping her chin, seeing tears running down her cheeks and staining her once dolled-up face, and he wiped it away with the sleeve of his coat.

He focused his entire attention on her. He’d never witnessed her being that submissive. Her lips were swollen from kissing, and her face was heated to the touch with half-lidded eyelids. In all honesty, she was a mess, but to Itachi, she looks absolutely stunning right now.

"Will I ever see you again? -Only if you want to...! She paused before continuing, suddenly aware that she was yelling at the stranger. " I-I mean…"

He pulled away from her to redress himself. He smiled apologetically, occasionally massaging the side of her thighs just in case she had a cramp. "We'll have to wait and see. Until then, take care of yourself."

She cries out to him just as he is about to take another step.

"Wait! Before you go, what is your name?" As she waited for his response, she sheepishly covered her chest with her discarded top.

"It's Itachi," he said, casting a side glance.

‘Itachi~’ She touched her chin and nibbled her bottom lip.

She liked how his name sounded coming out of her mouth.

Itachi made his way to the door of the restroom, where he stops to clarify something.

"By the way, no fooling around. If what you said is true in the heat of the moment, then your body belongs to me. If I find out you forgot, I won't hesitate to remind you." He said, exiting the restroom, leaving the curvy beauty speechless and awestruck after him.

Did that just happen? She had never experienced anything so vivid, yet so dreamlike at the same time. It felt so amazing that she was already missing the mysterious stranger.

As she was getting dressed something slips out of a piece of clothing and fell to the ground leaving a clinking sound after it. Kneeling down and picking up the object she observes the metal ring with the crimson center with the writing “Shu” on it. Flashbacks of the familiar ring flood her thoughts from when Itachi had his hand wrapped around her neck as she face the mirror.

He wouldn't mind her keeping the ring as a memory of their nightly passion, would he?

———————

“There you go, enjoy your meal.” She said, bowing with a kind smile on her face before leaving.

It had been weeks since their encounter, and she had returned the next night, waiting for hours to see whether she would see Itachi again. She eventually gives up and realizes that she will never see him again.

Carrying the tray of Dangos, she headed to where the cook said the diner sat until noticing the familiar ring on her right ring finger.

She had been so attached to him in such a short time that she did not dare or intend to revert to her old self. Surprisingly, swearing not to sleep around. Sure, it was entertaining for a time, but when Itachi claimed that she was his, she couldn't help but smile.

"Sorry for the wait! Please enjoy your..."

Moving aside the short noren curtains, she abruptly halted in her tracks and noticed the familiar red cloud pattern noir cloak on the person she had assumed she'd never see again.

‘No way... It’s him. Itachi!’ She dashes back inside, hiding behind a wall, nearly knocking the sweets off the tray she was holding.

‘Hopefully, he didn't see me.’

She wants nothing more than to run up to the mysterious man with open arms and kiss him passionately before clinging onto him while telling him how much she missed him and how she's been such a good girl since their lovemaking.

But she can't be ecstatic, at least not in front of everyone. Yet, if Itachi truly wanted to see her, he knew where she worked and where she met for pleasure, but he didn't, leaving her to wonder if it was all a dream (when it wasn't).

Easing her nerves, she took a deep breath before making her way toward him.

“H-Hello,” Showing her best fake smile, she places the sweet treats down next to him, before tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. If he wanted to keep what they had a secret, so be it. She was used to this.

“Enjoy…” She mutters out, giving a faint smile before turning back so he couldn't see her smile fall.

She'd never felt so nervous before. The suspicion that he is lying to her in order to get his way with her and, as a practical joke, going where she works and claiming not to know, it hurts. However, before she could go, her hand, which was holding the crimson ring, was seized, keeping her motionless.

"So, as you predicted, we meet again." He whispers in her ear, causing her to gasp and hide her heated face with the tray in her hand.

"I-I should leave since others are waiting for their meals." She averted his eyes as she said that.

But Itachi would not let her.

"Look at me." He coos, his breath tickling her sensitive ear as he drags his finger up the side of her face, bringing her close to meet his.

Taking the dish from her and dumping it someplace near them, he immediately had her under his spell.

“What’s the matter? Why is the pretty girl pouting?” He teases, showing a faint smile. “Don't play with me, Itachi-sama. I thought we wouldn't see each other again and that what we did was just a one-time thing.” She hissed out, struggling to get out of his grip.

That made his brow twitch.

“Don’t you miss me?” He smirked, ignoring her feeble attempt and comment.

Which only seems to irk her.

“Did you?”

If only she knew, how long Itachi had been silently yearning for the curvy beauty. Observing the way she works at a local Dango shop and how she approaches every customer's table sensually, swaying her hips from side to side as she sets their treats on the table while wearing a smile and innocent-appearing eyes, and then makes her way away to take the order of another customer.

He wanted her to leave lose the phony image and show her true self. The confident, brave, and sexy woman who does not take crap, is an overly eager hussy and appears to become bashful and pouty when her Daddy is not there.

Or so she thinks.

For Itachi, he kept assuring himself that what he was doing for months was for her sake and would not interfere with anything she did, only observing her every move. Keeping one of his crows following her wherever she went.

I mean, was she that gullible?

She didn't seem to care about her personal safety.

Wearing the sexiest, tightest-fitting clothes imaginable so late at night. What if something went wrong? He’s not shaming her in what she wears -no, he just doesn't trust the outside world. If you think this man is insane now, just wait till something intervenes with her safety.

He'll be there in a heartbeat.

It was almost as if this was a test. A test to see who could deliver her the pleasure she wanted and deserved. And a test to see how long she could tolerate being with other men before being taken away by him.

To bind her solely to one dick.

His.

So, when she asks if he misses her, the answer is yes.

He was drawn to her piercing gaze, then to her lush, slightly parted lips in a cute pout, as she bit her bottom lip as noticed where he was looking.

"How about I show you how much I miss you?" He charmingly smiled, leaving her flustered and stammering.

"If you think you can just walk into my life and expect me to just-" She abruptly responds, slamming his chest to vent her annoyance, but stops as Itachi clutches her wrist. "W-what are you doing?" She stutters, feeling his warm fingers trace her arm till they lock hands.

"I believe this belongs to me." He stated this while staring her down and bringing their linked hands between them, revealing the silver ring she cherished.

Of course, he would change the subject.

“I found it.” She calmly said, trying to regain herself by pulling her hand away and behind her body.

“Of course you did.” He grins, surprisingly leaving the ring on her finger. “Keep it. I have another one.” Itachi already knew she'd take the ring, deliberately leaving the silver ring where she could see it, imbuing it with a very special seal.

“And let not forget you putting the honorific ‘sama’ after my name. It hurts my feeling when you said that…” He said, drawing her close and seductively whispering her name with the honorific ‘chan’ right behind it.

“S-Stop it, Itachi! I’m working right now. Everyone could see-” She whispered shouting while backing away from him.

"-that didn't stop you last time. Remember, pinned down on the counter while-"

“Shut up!”

He can't help but tease the curvaceous beauty. It's amusing to see her become flustered and embarrassed while attempting to fight him back. It's cute.

“Ssshhh…Relax.” He cuddled her and brought their foreheads together to soothe her down. Of course, it eases her. She clung to his cloak and gradually gave in to her loneliness and longing for him.

"I really miss you." She whispered sheepishly, biting her lip and looking at him with hungry eyes.

"I'm sure you did, Love. Have you been a good girl since I left?" Itachi knew the answer but wanted to hear it from her.

"Yes." She pants out, already forgetting where she was as she clings to Itachi's arm.

“Well... Are you going to let me reward you for being my good girl, or are you going to be a brat once again?" He stated this while arching his brow, but before she could speak, he cut her off. "I'll give you two options: tell them you're on your very long break or go back and serve with me gone." He left it at that.

Itachi slips the dango from the dish and begins to walk, leaving her there with no time to evaluate her choices.

But you already know which one you'll go with, right?

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"Are you sure you should be wearing that dear?"

You looked down at your chosen outfit with a frown, hearing the condescending tone from your father as he glanced at you with a grimace.

It was nice, the clothing soft and fitting you well.

Admittedly it showed more than you would have liked, but you wanted to enjoy your summer without your family putting you down about things out of your control.

Puberty was normal of course, and it wasn't uncommon to see the small silver and purple lines dragging along the curves of your body.

It wasn't like you could help it.

Still, you were ready to go and had no desire to go back to your room and find something your parents would be satisfied with.

Clearly unhappy with your decision your mother all but ignored you the majority of the drive down to the beach, only noting how there were a few clothing stalls as you reached the parking lot.

You knew what she was hinting at.

Go buy a cover-up last minute, we understand sweetie, bodies like yours aren't meant to be seen.

It was dumb and gross. But you were an adult now and more than used to their comments, you had survived high school and college, after all, your parents had nothing on the bullies there.

When you arrived it was hot, hotter than you were used to in Santa Carla but you loved the way it warmed your skin, and slushies hit so much better when it was roasting hot.

It was only three PM, the sun would be up til eight so you had plenty of time to relax until your boys came round.

You just had to survive your parents is all.

When the great ball of fire in the sky started making its way down your mind started to fully relax, just another hour.

Just one more long, long hour.

Your parents had driven home for dinner already, and so you were treating yourself to something sweet.

The moment the cherry ice cream hit your tongue you were all but moaning in delight, prancing down the seafront as you gazed out into the ocean.

This was your favourite part. Sunset.

Almost every night of your life had been spent watching night arrive in your sweet hometown, you doubted you would ever grow sick of the way the soft blue of the day became golden, turning into a fiery orange before lavender, melting into a deep blue as the night went on.

Throughout your musing you hadn't noticed the figure sneaking up beside you, long hair tousled from the flight over, and a rather devious grin on their face.

Two strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you to a firm chest with a yelp.

"Marko!"

He simply laughed, pressing his lips to your shoulder and rubbing his hands along your hips, "think you can walk 'round like this and not expect one of us to get you, hun?"

Blushing you pulled away until you met his eyes, watching him study you curiously.

"What's wrong?"

You tried looking away but his hand met your chin and pulled your face towards him, refusing to break eye contact until you spoke.

"I-it's just my mother-" he cut you off with a growl, bringing you back to his chest and placing his hand at the back of your head, tugging your hair so he could bury his nose in your neck.

You knew what he would say, though he had started giving up on repeating himself after so long, getting sick of the things you were told about yourself.

"This time?" His tone was agitated, not at you though, humming you thought on what to say. Today hadn't been easy but there was no way to sugar coat it.

"Just-" you brought your hand up to rub the back of his neck, soothingly, "just my marks and well I'm showing more skin than usual-"

He cut you off with a kiss, pressing his lips to yours angrily as his hands went to the soft flesh of your upper thighs, squeezing possessively.

"They're stupid, I'll kill them-"

"N-no! No you wont!" shoving him bak with all your strength you gave him a warning look, "they're still my parents, assholes or not."

Rolling his eyes he lifted you over his shoulder, giving your ass a swat as you kicked your legs against his hip.

"Whatever puppy, let's go find the others."

He carried you all the way to the other end of the beach, past where the light touched until you reached a large bonfire where your other boys were sat around.

All three of them laughed when you arrived, watching Marko spin so you could face them.

David walked up to you, pinching your cheek and pulling you to him when Marko let you down.

"Been playing nice you two?" You batted his hands away, moving out of his arms and cosying up to Paul who was waiting for you with open arms.

His hands wrapped around you, an arm under your thigh and another around your back, keeping you flush against him.

His nose found your hair as he breathed you in, the coldness of his breath tickling you as he whispered in your ear, "y'know we don't care, love, about all those little things."

You nodded looking up at him with shiny eyes, basking in the feel of his long fingers tracing the grooves on your thighs.

"You're ours little dove, marks, moles, and bumps are nothing to be ashamed of. You're beautiful my little lightning bug."

He pulled you closer, pressing his lips to yours and kissing away your fears, reminding you of their love for you. Bumps, scars and all.

#tlb #the lost boys #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys x reader #marko the lost boys #dwayne tlb #the lost boys fic #poly lost boys x reader #david tlb #marko tlb #the lost boys 1987

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punch-love · 9 months

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ive been having trouble making time to sit down and write anything concrete recently because of my adhd so i tried what you said in one of the ask prompts you answered where you write a tagline and title at the top of the doc and just go it til you lose steam and oh my god. i was able to bang out 2k words in about an hour or so. im pretty disorganized with my writing especially bc i like to write/brainstorm in my journal and then type it up so ive been kind of stalling for the last month but this has completely changed the game for me. i know youve also mentioned using sticky notes before but i want to know if you have any other things you do youd like to share!

I'm happy to hear it worked for you man! I also have ADHD, so I know how hard it can be to make time and write down something concrete. I don't usually find writing tips or tricks that work for my brain, so it's very cool that I was able to help someone else write with my own methods.

I think I mentioned this one before, but whenever I get in a writing jam, and I'm not sure how to continue something, or I feel stuck, I pull up a random word generator and generate words to use as "mini" prompts. It adds some organic stimulus, while also giving you a chance to look at the scene you're trying to write from a different angle. It's kind of cool how many times I've used this thing and the words it generated worked so well thematically for my project.

I also found that when writing starts to become a chore putting it on my daily to-do list helps because, in comparison to my other "bigger" chores, I am more likely to do something creative because it feels easier to my brain (even if my brain thought it was too hard to do like, ten minutes ago)

I also find that writing kind of a free form draft at the bottom of the document that sums up the emotional beats of the work or next part of the work (especially if you've already started said project) really helps me as a reference point if I kind of get lost directionally.

Peter actually needs Wade’s help. They team up. Wade learns about morality and surprises Peter a little. The no kill rule is set (?) they clap off into the sunset.

This is a summary I wrote about the next bit for one of my long projects that I tacked on at the very bottom of the project so if I'm ever writing and forget where I'm going, I can look at it, but it's not distracting me or anything. It's also not, like, a big summary - you can't actually get any plot details from this, it's just sort of a vague roadmap of the points you haven't covered yet.

I can't really think of any other specific writing tips right now, but hopefully one of those might be useful to you! Congratulations again on writing. It's so hard to get something from the brain and onto the page, but the hardest part is definitely over. I think the last piece of advice is that it's better to write a shitty rough draft than no draft at all. I always get lost in over-editing even if I've only written, like, a paragraph and have to force myself to word vomit before I reward myself with nitpicky editing.

#mailbox #anon #writing advice #cool questions and also just very happy to have helped someone write a little easier #what's funny is re-reading this summary I have no idea why I used the word clapping #until I remembered that I literally want the last paragraph of this fic to end with them clapping each other and then going their seperate #LMAO #i was like....the clap....???? what -#proof that your summaries also get dated the longer you ignore a project #also jsyn I was avoiding writing all day so by you asking you have inspired me to actually sit down and write #🌟

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wenevergotusedtoegypt · 2 years

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Been thinking a lot about how to process and conceptualize of my birth experience. I honestly feel traumatized, but it’s hard to explain even just to myself exactly why.

The obvious answer would be “um hello, you had a completely unexpected NICU baby!” but that’s...not actually the issue? In that it was traumatizing, yes, but I feel like my brain had fairly solid coping mechanisms in the moment and that experience is basically processed and done. I get a little start sometimes when I see the scar from where his chest tube was inserted while changing his clothes (it’s nothing major, just a little maybe half-inch indentation near the side of his chest), but when I think about potential future births I’m not really more worried than before this birth that something similar could happen. I don’t see myself being preoccupied with it during a future pregnancy. I don’t really think about it regularly. In the moment my brain kind of disconnected from the baby in a way that felt weird as a protective measure, especially before we were allowed to hold him, but once he got out of the NICU I bonded normally with him. The NICU isn’t the ongoing issue.

So the actual labor/birth then. My completely natural birth with no interventions (which was what I wanted) that resulted in only a 2nd degree tear that’s healed really well (better than last time) attended by a midwife I liked and a doula who actually showed up and I liked and found helpful, and that lasted only about 1/4 the time of my previous birth. Wow, soooooo traumatizing. Yeah, the baby ended up being posterior and that hurt a lot more than my first, anterior, baby. Yeah, that ended up meaning that I didn’t get to push in the position I originally wanted to because it wasn’t conducive to the baby’s positioning. Yeah, I started having sort of an anxiety attack shortly before pushing and didn’t feel like I got the support I needed for it from the people in the room (although I’m not really sure what that would have entailed anyway). Yeah, I felt kind of disconnected from my body when it came time to push and didn’t feel it came to me as naturally as with my first birth for some reason and felt even less in control. But people literally almost die and bleed out in childbirth, their babies almost die or they have a stillbirth cv”s. People have emergency c-sections. People end up getting put under general anesthesia and aren’t even aware they’ve delivered their babies. I know someone who had an emergency c-section after a stalled induction and then her incision opened back up a few days later. I know someone who had an accidental home birth with only her husband present with her first baby.

It just seems ridiculous to feel traumatized by this experience? My previous labor lasted 4 entire days, I had to get a catheter during early labor because I couldn’t pee and had a horrible midwife for that part of things, later I came back and they kept saying there was no room even in triage for me and then it turned out (once they finally checked me out) that i was ready to push and had a baby half an hour later, the doula I hired couldn’t come and the replacement didn’t show up til the last minute and wasn’t a good fit...and while no, I do not think of that as the greatest experience of my life by any means, I have never really conceptualized of it as traumatic. But this time, labor was 26 hours from the 1st contraction, no catheter, got admitted right away when we went to the hospital, only had midwives I liked, doula showed up and I liked her, nothing major really went wrong apart from the NICU, which again, is not the problem....and that’s so traumatizing?

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sarah-dipitous · 1 year

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 108

Point of No Return

“Point of No Return”

Plot Description: When Dean learns that the angels have decided they no longer need him, he joins with Sam and Castiel to take on Zachariah

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I mean. Obviously not. Though, I can’t remember the last time I was in a bar, so maybe I’m saved from depressed angels drinking away their sorrows over getting fired only to get reinstated because I’m simply not there

I hate how often I can see where Dean’s coming from. He’s had to fight nearly his whole life and he’s tired and he’s been shown the opportunity to stop the apocalypse, save people, maybe be able to repent for the time he spent torturing in hell, and at the end it’s over? It’s not the worst option…especially since no one else is offering anything

Bobby’s only living for these boys 😭

It’s a good thing something happened to Cas or that tension would have never broken

I love when the angels physically fight because they all look like boring accountants in dark suits and then all of a sudden they’re doing hand to hand combat with a long dagger

But there’s something off putting about how outwardly unaffected Cas looks after killing his brothers

Real Adam is so much more interesting than the ghoul who pretended to be him last season or whatever. Turns out John sucked as a dad to all three of them. Bravo, asshole

The Destiel flirting in this, I swear

I don’t WANT to watch Dean wrestle with the fact that, after all this time and everything they’ve been through, he’s gonna have to do the thing John warned him he might have to: kill his little brother

That was RUDE, Dean. You shouldn’t trick and then banish your angel boyfriend

YES, CAS!!! I love angry and betrayed and bitter Castiel.

This does look a little like I’m watching a different kind of program but I promise he’s actually kicking the shit out of Dean

Lies of omission are still lies, Zachy. God I fuckin hate that guy

Sam’s so sure Dean won’t say yes to Michael. Even after Dean told him he doesn’t believe in Sam, Sam still believes in Dean.

*garbled screaming and crying* there is something about Cas NOT believing in Dean after their (very one sided) back alley brawl

Why DID he take off his tie though?

Oh. For that (carving the angel banishing sigil on his own chest to give Sam and Dean the opportunity to grab Adam. Sure. That’s a normal, sane thing to do)

Fuck. Dean is so cool. Him stalling saying yes to Michael til he could get Zachariah angry enough and close enough to stab him…literally laying here wide eyed and kicking my feet

The wing imprints when an angel dies always look so cool. Rest in fucking pieces, Zach

Oh no, Adam. This won’t be the last time you get left by them. I’m so sorry, kiddo

“Been On My Mind…”: nah. 6

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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“What do you think, Benji?”

“Huh?” He tears his eyes away from the man sitting at the end of the bar, softens the glare into something neutral so Sunshine doesn’t think it’s about her.

Still, Sunshine’s perceptive to stuff like that. Emotions, focus, changes in somebody’s mood. And Benji’s not real subtle about any of those.

“Matilda’s placing the order at that Thai place,” she tilts her head off to the side, where their keyboardist leans by the front door on her phone, plugging the other ear. Lark stands next to her, reading off his own device. List of everybody’s orders, he guesses. “And we’re all ready to get out of here if you are!”

Benji spares another glance towards the other customer. He’s an open-mouthed chewer, which is what Benji had immediately noticed. Bloke’s ugly. Got a big fuckin’ loud mouth.

Sweetheart, he’d said at the bartender. Who, Benji noted, looked like she hated the name just about as much as she hated him sitting right by her mixing station, where she couldn’t get away.

You put enough bourbon in this? And he’d turned to his friend beside him, held up the glass. I can barely taste it! Are you new to bartending? Haha!

The girl had grimaced her best customer service smile and remade it for him, just to appease. Hadn’t worked. Just a shit fuckin’ customer, he knew, not her first or the last. Probably not even that night.

But damn, was he bad. The whole time they’d been here, the arsehole had been getting louder and louder about his displeasure. Drinks not right, television on the wrong station. Jeering little comments when the girl’s back was turned.

“He’s being annoying,” Xavier had noted right before he’d stood to go to the bathroom. “I would have kicked him out already.”

“I’d do worse,” Benji volleyed back, glaring over the rim of his glass.

Now Xavier’s coming back. He can see, over the guy’s shoulder, the tall redhead make his way through the crowd down the hall. He waves at Benji, big grin, and then points at the annoying guy. Mouths something obscene Benji can’t make out but knows is funny.

And he’d focus up, try to decipher it, except the guy is gettin’ loud again, and it’s real hard to ignore.

“We can get outta here in a minute,” he tells Sunshine, nodding at her finished drink. “I’ll get that for you, a’right? Go make sure Til got Mouse’s entree right, ‘ey? You know how she gets.”

Sunshine nods and gives his arm a hug, slipping from the chair and skittering away in that short quick-walk pace of hers.

Xavier, at his side now, slides a big palm between his jacket and his shirt. “One of the stalls in the bathroom had SpongeBob blowin’ some guy in sharpie.”

Benji snorts, but doesn’t look away from the bastard. Xavier follows his gaze and scrunches his nose.

“Still?”

“Still.”

“Hope she gets a tip for that. Dude’s been putting it away, look at all those glasses.” As if on cue, the guy slides a bill — a single — across the counter, rancid smug smirk on his face like he’s just done something real clever. “Oh, shit. Jinxed it.”

The bartender doesn’t hide her distaste; he can see her eye roll when she turns to close out his tab at the computer.

“Okay,” Benji decides it, two palms slapping the counter. “S’enough of that I think.”

He pushes away from the counter, strides down to where the duo sit.

“Hey, mate.” Nice, unthreatening grin. Easy to charm dumb bastards like him, accent and a half-hearted smile. “You leavin’ anytime soon? Need an Uber?”

“Yeah, afraid so.”The guy eyes him warily at first, but he’s drunk enough for the glazed-eye fizz of alcohol to make him friendly. “And we might, why?”

“Cool,” Benji says, nodding. “Sound.”

He reaches under the guy’s elbow and swipes his phone. Before he or his friend can react, flicks it in a smooth-sailing arc behind the bar, where it lands in the soapy dishwater with a satisfying plop.

The guy stands, face going red with anger — and alcohol — his mouth open in a shocked circle. “What the fuck is the matter with you?”

He takes a step forward, and then, because he’s got a decent few inches on him, glances over Benji’s head. Xavier, at his left shoulder, take a step too. Imagines what kinda frightening hackles-up expression must be on his face, tall and intimidating besides. Feels emboldened by that, so he gets right up close to the guy.

“Y’think nobody here noticed, huh?” Benji gestures around, grin curled now into a cruel sneer. He tips his chin at the bill on the counter. “You’ve been chatting’ shit all night, and then you do that? Get a couple tenners out for her.”

The guy recoils, glaring harder now. “No, why the fuck would I do that? She kept fucking up.”

Benji takes another step, head tilted up, something murderous on his face. “Get three tenners out, or we’ll be waiting ‘round the front when you’re ready to go.” Looks him up and down, adds: “Wanker.”

The accompanying stare-down is brief. He only grumbles a little bit, and the two rats scuttle out as quick as they’d put away drinks.

“M’sorry about it,” Benji says to the bartender when she wanders over. Hands her a few bills, adequate tip included thanks very much, to cover his and Sunshine’s drinks. “Thanks for putting up with us.”

“Um,” she says, staring down at the cash pile. “Literally no problem.” Glances at him, a bit of color high on her cheeks. “Do you want to—”

“Nope!” Xavier chirps over his shoulder, sliding perpendicular to the counter. He starts to walk, nudging Benji along with the strides and pushy hands on his back.

Lark gives them a brow-furrowed, speculative look when they finally join up at the front door. “What was that all about?”

“Poor guy was too drunk to get the tip right, and his phone wasn’t workin’,” Benji says dryly, tucking a cigarette between his teeth as they all file out. “Had to help him run the maths.”

Xavier sighs dramatically. He’s draped over Benji’s back as they cross the lot, nearly dropping them both.

“Uncharacteristically nice of you,” Mouse says, suddenly appeared over Sunshine’s shoulder, who shrieks in terror. Ewan’s next to her with hands tucked into his pockets. They both look hazy-eyed and sleepy; snuck off for a smoke break. Maybe a bit more, if the pink flush on Mouse’s cheeks has anything to say about it.

Benji shrugs. “My good deed for the week.”

As the group approaches the bus, Xavier quickens his pace. Gets a hand around Benji’s wrist, dragging him along just as quick. He’s gotta skip a little, laughing, to keep up.

And then Xavier practically runs, all pretty in the darkness with the parking lot lights glinting off his hair. He shoves Benji up the bus stairs unceremoniously, then follows. Peeks his head out the door.

“Fifteen —“ he gives Benji a quick up-down, feral grin and dark eyes so mischievous that Benji’s gotta smirk back, even though he’s a little confused. “Twenty minutes!”

“It’s fucking cold out here!” Mouse shrieks, cupping her hands around her mouth.

Xavier cackles like a cartoon villain. “Sorry! Gotta do my good deed for the week.” Turns, catches Benji by the face for a kiss, and starts walking both of them back. Whining: “Dude, c’mon. That was hot, why are your pants not already off.”

“Oh, is that what this is? Your standards are fuckin’ abysmal, mate.” He says, shrugging out of the jacket, hands already at his belt. “Lucky me, though.”

#writing #ua #bp #bp x xw #xw #band au #tbe

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jaymgates · 1 year

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Antares Log - Travel

The collected posts from his journey out here.

So, my journey with Antares, which continues to be the definition of "interesting times":

Saw him on the New Vocations website. Fell in love. Submitted an application that day.

Vet took 3 weeks to send confirmation that they do, in fact, care for the horse Dylan owns.

Application finally confirmed.

Reach out to trainer handling his rehab. She says he's on stall rest for a hoof issue.

Several weeks pass. He gets off stall rest, gets turned out, I'm told he's going back into training.

I contact a ton of horse haulers. Only one gets back to me with a decent quote, which expires in a month.

He gets ridden once, comes up lame.

Two weeks more of stall rest, terror, vet visits, xrays, radiographs.

Eventually, "he got too excited after stall rest and hurt himself."

He finally goes sound again. Goes under saddle. Trainer has a week-long retreat, during which time I'm chewing my nails off.

The shipping quote expires on Wednesday.

I'm supposed to get my first video of him on Friday. On the following Monday, I message with a nervous "heeeyyyy, everything okay?"

He's fine, one of his stall mates did that magical thing horses do where it ripped a gash in its haunch and the trainer spent all day with that.

Get the video literally while I'm being tattooed. Manage, with one hand and no ability to move, to confirm I want him.

I expect it, given the timelines at that point, be a few days at least until anything more happens.

Ten minutes later, "Great, I'll send the contract." I am still being actively tattooed.

Sign the contract, post all sorts of "YAY!" things. Get a call from my grandfather that my grandmother is in the hospital for unknown reasons. (That got sorted out fine, but argh.)

Get a new quote from the hauler. Confirm timeline. Gas prices have gone down, yay, quote is lower.

Let the trainer know the timeline.

Talk to hauler. They have a semi, so getting him directly to the barn here is going to be hard. Can I pick him up in Chehalis?

A few stressed messages, and sure, we can come get him. Plus, it saves a big chunk of money.

A week of blissful peace, during which it starts to sink in that I have a horse.

Nagging feelings of concern linger, but everything SEEMS fine.

Monday, the hauler calls to get my card info. They mention they're having trouble setting up the NY to KY leg, but they're confident it will be figured out. I just won't have confirmation until a day or two in advance.

Contact trainer. Trainer needs specific dates to get his health certificate, without which, he cannot travel.

Contact hauler on Tuesday. Hauler can't confirm but gives me a couple of days it's most likely.

Trainer says she has a horse show the day he's likely to be picked up. Hauler is apologetic, but we'll work it out.

This morning (Wednesday), hauler lets me know they haven't been able to book him a ride because the Keeneland racehorse auction is this weekend and literally every major hauler on the East Coast is booked.

I flip out and light all the signal beacons.

The horse world is amazing. I literally get like thirty recommendations.

Two hours on the phone, everyone is booked, because it's the last minute, SHOCKINGLY.

Trainer, who by this point probably just wants me out of her hair, says to call one of the groups that turned down the hauler the first time.

Local hauler says they might be able to do it.

Call national hauler. They say that their truck leaves Wednesday, so if I can get him there by then, they'll make it work (he was supposed to get there Sunday night).

Call local hauler back. Local hauler says they'll call me back with a specific schedule quote.

Local hauler calls back, says they can't get him in til Wednesday.

Thank them, have a panic attack.

Call another recommendation. He's a lovely, sympathetic gentleman with a VERY New York Brooklyn accent which makes me think fondly of one of my adopted uncles, a former NYPD homicide detective I worked with for years, who was my first glimpse into how broken policing is.

Anyways, he commiserates with me for a few minutes and says he can't help.

I start to hang up.

Wait. Can they pick him up from Columbus? He's willing to go out of his way to meet them in Columbus...tomorrow night.

Call the national hauler back. Nope.

But wait! says national hauler. Truck doesn't leave til Wednesday night. Can I get him there Wednesday morning?

Call local hauler.

Nope, not by morning.

Local hauler maybe takes pity on my jaw-clenched "thank you I understand" response.

"Well, we could get him there late morning/early afternoon."

I call the national hauler. They're nervous, but that will work for them.

I IMMEDIATELY call the local hauler back, and jump on the opportunity. It's risky, because horses are fragile, and that's a lot of travel, but I can set him up with all the meds and supplements to keep him safe, and he's an experienced traveler.

We book everything. I get the dates, times, costs, stall size (he gets the big one for the first leg, just to make it as comfy as possible).

Everything is confirmed. I call the national hauler back, and let them know.

National hauler is surprised, but I point out that favors have been called in. They check the price I'm paying, which is...not cheap.

National hauler says "well, we have another horse that needs to go up to Stanwood that weekend, so we could take yours up for free to help offset the extra cost."

I confirm. Everything is good. Things are settled.

I post all the "thank you so much for your help!" statuses.

While I'm inside, updating Dylan, local hauler calls back.

I have another mild panic attack and forget voicemail is a thing.

I call back, get THEIR voice mail.

Leave a very stressed but polite message.

Remember voicemail is a thing.

"Sorry, i miscommunicated with the scheduler--" (caller speaks in that slow, Southern syrupy voice, which, it turns out, gives one plenty of time to have at least three panic attacks between the words "miscommunicated" and...) --"we'll actually be picking him up on the 19th and getting him there on Tuesday."

I hang up and stare at the phone. That miscommunication cost me an HOUR of phone calls.

Whatever. For the moment, he's booked to get to Kentucky on Tuesday, and Washington on Friday, and the barn on (I think) Saturday the 24th.

I am a wreck, but I'm so grateful for the equine community, which is a glorious trainwreck that is absolutely *terrifyingly* fast and networked when someone says "I know someone who needs help."

But seriously. The phone calls. I have literally made more phone calls today than I've made in probably most *years*.

I am so tired of phone calls. The drop-off update I need to send the national hauler is going in a goddamned email.

Trainer confirmed that Antares loaded up without any fuss this morning. He's currently on the New York to Kentucky leg. If all goes well, he'll spend tonight and tomorrow in Lexington and then, tomorrow night, be loaded onto a semi for a hard straight run from Kentucky to Washington. He'll switch trucks in Chehalis and, if everything goes right, make the last leg from Chehalis to Tulalip on Friday.

Jesus christ this is the stress train that never quits.

Everyone is FINE, but the hauler who has Antares right now just called from Ohio because some fucking asshole pulled right in front of her and a semi and slammed on his brakes. She was able to get stopped in the nick of time because her boss had sent her with the heavy-duty truck, but Antares got a little banged up and his leg is scraped up.

I just spent twenty minutes talking the driver down off of borderline hysteria because apparently she's never had this close a call in decades of hauling and felt terrible about it.

Just...DON'T FUCKING PULL IN FRONT OF TRAILERS AND SLAM YOUR BREAKS FOR FUCK'S SAKE. I suspect I'm going to have a full "what could have been" panic attack in the next few days about this because I've seen those pictures and this is one of my two worst nightmares relating to horses.

The good news is that she's absolutely in love with him. Even banged up and freshly traumatized, she said he stood incredibly calmly and gave her his feet when asked, didn't get spooky about his legs being handled, just did a "hey, that hurts" request to have his leg back when she was checking his wounds.

She said he's also incredibly sweet and friendly, hopped in the trailer with no fuss, and has been steadily working through hay - he's on his second bag already, and eating even though he was just nearly in an accident.

His previous owners and the rehab facility did a great job with him, and I'm happy to hear my assessment of his temperament so far has been correct. I think he's something very special...if I can get him here in one piece.

Also, he's apparently big enough to be a cozy fit even in a big slant trailer, so that helped keep him from getting too banged up.

I just...I really fucking want him home so this nightmare can end.

Antares made it to Kentucky about half an hour ago, finally. He's a little stressed and worried and asking the hauler for reassurance, but he's settling down and stretching out. He'll get electrolytes and free choice hay for the night, they'll check him out in the morning, and then he has a while to relax before the next leg.

I have promised to keep the hauler updated for the rest of the journey, too. This boy has quite the little network of people helping him along.

"No news is good news."

The truck with Antares and a bunch of other horses was scheduled to leave Kentucky an hour ago, and the coordinator (who seems to have hours as relentless and terrible as mine) promised she would let me know if anything delayed them.

I have not heard anything, so now I just...try to keep breathing.

He's a seasoned traveler. He's also injured, and stressed, and those things are hard on horses.

So now I stop pretending for a bit that I am a rational person who no longer believes in metaphysical woowoo and indulge in focusing every bit of good luck and safety I can conjure to get him through this last bit safely.

If it isn't real, it doesn't hurt anything. If it's even remotely a thing...I'll take every bit I can get, after the journey so far.

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jonathankatwhatever · 2 years

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I had to cut down tree pieces and pull out vines so the installer could access my line. Then he found another line he could switch at the pole. But I jammed a ladder into a mass of vines, and dangled off it with a multi-tool. Oh, and then I couldn’t get into my account because I have a decade old unused profile in their system. I knew that would be a problem, but it still took 2 hours with tech support to work it out.

I saw the images of partial reflection, as noted in the last post. Started at about 3:30AM and it kept me partially awake til 8. I’m not sure that really qualifies as difficult, but it felt that way. My mind started to relax at about 7:20AM. Then it took maybe 10 minutes.

I may not be able to find all of the material right away, but let me start and see what happens. I have about an hour.

One issue was 2slit. This generated the most intense visuals at the start and the end (yeah, really) of this AMT. I began with 4 Ends as white dots. They expanded but always remained as 4 dots. That’s the standard IC conception in which IC always exists in grid squares quadrants and the extent to which those ‘emanate’ and ‘inmanate’ (or expand and shrink, but meaning by a certain method) reflects the extent to which and how their gs processes entangle. This has really interesting application in groups because it describes how a group extends by its subgroups, like if it has only itself or more factors.

Then at this End, I saw 2 dots make a white line as an hypotenuse. Then the other. What this conveyed in context was that phenomena like an interference pattern would extend across, meaning across a screen and thus across a space, which in the visions was sK, and that is met at each moment this occurs with the extend across in zK, which is the count of this happening, this event occurring in that space which is also counted across. That applies the s-zK convention to 2slit, which I think is absolutely necessary to understand what is going on. That is, we can now see how this space is entangled over space, over time, etc. That is really lovely work.

The other issue was the LC count of 16 and 0 when glass is extended so the LC cycle is visible. I found this hard because it’s been a long time since we worked out the ideas. It took all that time, clawing at them, to locate them.

Oh, forgot, the line drawing above is sK and zK, if that wasn’t clear. I needed to see how an interference pattern could exist across physical space in two ways, at a moment and over time. That is what s-zK does.

And I’m stalling.

Okay, let’s give this a whirl, shall we?

I’ll start at the End and try to get back to Start (which yes reverses the labels too, but not). So, at the 16 level, I saw the old conception in which LC connects to LC at the midpoint of CM64 on the s-zK. And this time, I saw the count as climbing to 16 and then falling to 0 laying out that way, as we had it years ago. The reason is also the same: the rise to 16 then counts along the s-zK back to 0 because from that End 16 is reducing to 0 (and then counting up to 16), so those match the complexity which attaches in the s-zK process and each End is 0 and 16.

The LC level constructed a differently: as I saw it, repeatedly, count 4 for the Start IC, which broke visually into f1-3 repeating, and then count one way, likely the upside, to the End within that IC. The issue then was how we count: is it Start IC to one of the Between IC’s or to both, before heading to the End IC? If it’s to 1 of the Between IC’s, that counts 12, and that counts back as 24 because the downside Between IC is also part of a 12 count.

The other count is of both Between IC’s. You can see that occurs in the IC model: IC continues to expand, into infinity. It doesn’t count to 4 and down to 0, meaning you don’t see these interference patterns get stronger up to 4 in zK and then growing weaker in zK: they are or are not at the moment of s-zK.

I’m thinking more and more of s-zK as a communion because it unites the body in the moment, which lays out along sK in ordinals, which is why the shape fills with individual photons: they are entangled as described and those fit into the sK positions which have not been filled because that arranges the ordinal ranking, which is not only 5th or 22nd but is ordinal in depth, in layering. That’s an interesting topic. Did not finish the first sentence. I got lost in the appositive. I meant the body unites in the moment and over time in the moments.

But to keep going: the full Between count generates a 16 total. That count can be expressed using the arrangements of the Between IC which fit to the Start IC and End IC. Then it counts differently, meaning 16 to 0, rather than to CM64 because this is equivalent to the count back of the LC, of the 16. Like it’s rewound to Start. That helps define CM64 as a Thing which can be valued as 0-16-0 on the sK and zK. That combines them to make CM64, and that constrains the Thing within its edges because now there are 0’s at each End of the CM64 Thing. Think about how this makes an object that is countable both cardinally and ordinally. Very cool.

Now for the part that really annoyed me: the conceptualization of surfaces. It took me a few hours of half-consciousness to accept that the word surfaces would apply to a grid square axis line, which thus extends to a quadrant axis as needed. Once I reached there, I could see the 2 Things, the 2 Ends which are joined over a shared space. That phrases the ‘lesson’ or ‘meaning’ of this phenomenon as the inherent identification of this fundamental form which expresses how much information is transmitted or reflected by the two surfaces. As you extend the glass, you push out the s-zK communion point.

I will likely come up with better words in a bit, but now I have to walk.

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The Match - Part 5

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You find yourself in the middle of a predicament.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: SMUT as always, sort of public sex??? Unprotected sexy times, emotional damage lmao

A/N: Buckle up, babies!!! You’re in for a rollercoaster ride for this chapter ajckjasncjak I apologize in advance and please don’t hate me

AND BTW if you guys haven’t seen, I found the perfect playlist for this series lmao I saw the title and I was like HOLD UP this is perfect https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Eg5ZH6wMq4iocF5fWSesb?si=aff157a6198a4446

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Still awake, baby?

Fuck.

You screamed into your pillow upon reading Bucky’s text. It was quarter to midnight and you couldn’t sleep, especially not after Bucky told you that he wanted to make the relationship official.

It’d only been three months and you felt like he was moving too fast. And when he promised that he would find a way to snatch your heart the old-fashioned way? You wanted to explode because obviously, he already did.

But you weren’t going to say that to someone who already had a huge ego (and cock, too).

You composed yourself and typed in your reply, throwing your phone to your side after sending it.

Yeah. Why are you still up tho?

Not even a minute later and your phone began to ring. You sat up on your bed and squeezed your pillow, hating how Bucky had such an effect on you. Jesus, what are you, a high school student?!

You stared at his name on your screen before swiping and accepting the call.

“What’s up?” You answered as calmly as you could.

Bucky’s low chuckle sounded so fucking sexy that you had to bite your lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping.

“Still working. Can’t concentrate though, I keep remembering how you looked like with my cock in your mouth.”

You exhaled through your nose, “Jesus, you’re insatiable.” You said.

“Only for you, baby. You know that.” He said and your heart did a little somersault inside your chest.

“Don’t stay up too late, you have an early meeting tomorrow, right?” You asked, trying to change the topic because if you didn’t, you were sure how things would go.

Bucky let out another chuckle, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll just finish signing some papers and then I’m off to bed.”

You hummed and laid back down on the bed. It was completely silent but it wasn’t awkward. You heard the shuffling of paper on Bucky’s end, followed by the squeaking of a chair.

“You still there?” Bucky asked.

“Mhmm, you done?” You asked back.

“A few more papers left, baby. Can you wait ‘til I finish?”

There was something about talking to Bucky on the phone like this, so casual and so...mundane. It felt natural and comfortable, to think that this was the first phone conversation you had with him. He only sent you texts previously so this was new, but you had to admit, you loved it.

Bucky heard you yawning and let out a soft laugh. He sounded sleepy too when he spoke, “Almost done.” He reassured.

“Let’s have dinner tomorrow.” He added.

“Yeah, okay. As long as it’s not in the same restaurant we went to after my promotion.” You groaned at the memory.

Bucky snorted, “We’re banned there, babe. Even if I wanted to go back there, they wouldn’t allow it.” He said.

“No shit, Sherlock. We got caught in their bathroom, of course they’ll ban us.” You huffed out.

“I was looking forward to dessert, you know.” You pouted.

“I got my dessert though.” You could hear Bucky’s smug smirk through the phone.

“Are you done?” Bucky whispered into your ear as he placed an arm on the back of the booth.

You shivered at his voice and nodded, grabbing your champagne and drinking it in one go.

“I promised you something, didn’t I? That I’ll give you something right before dessert? Meet me in the bathroom in five. Again, don’t be late.”

And with that, Bucky slid out of the booth and adjusted his suit before leaving for the bathroom. You clutched your heart and waved at the waiter who passed by, requesting for a refill and downing it before following Bucky.

You adjusted the black dress that Bucky bought you, you were surprised at how perfect the fit was. The lovely dress though, made you uncomfortable because of its length and the fact that Bucky still had your panties with him was making you feel even more conscious.

You were immediately pulled into the men’s bathroom as soon as you got there. Bucky tugged you into one of the cubicles and wasted no time to bend you over, lifting your skirt up to squeeze your ass.

“I knew I picked the right dress, you look good enough to eat.” Bucky grunted as he unbuckled his belt.

You moaned and pressed your palms against the door, pushing out your ass towards Bucky until you felt him line his tip up to your entrance. In one swift move, Bucky bottomed out and didn’t give you enough time to adjust.

It was fast and violent, the way Bucky fucked you inside that stall. Both of you were too caught up in the pleasure to even hear the commotion happening outside.

“Not gonna last long, Bucky...” you whimpered, feeling your legs tremble.

You’d been on edge the entire time, having been denied your orgasm earlier. And Bucky kept on squeezing your thigh teasingly during dinner, palm always inching higher until it settled close to your bare mound.

Of course, you wouldn’t last long!

“I know, baby.” Bucky said, sucking the skin on your exposed shoulder as he continued to fuck you from behind.

Once done with the sex escapade, the both of you were welcomed by the restaurant’s manager with a disapproving (and scarred) look on his face.

You blushed at the memory, “Let’s not do that again, please?” You said.

Bucky laughed, “Fine, fine. But dinner tomorrow, okay?”

You yawned at the same time you hummed, “Just dinner.”

“Wholesome dinner.” He confirmed. “Alright, I’m done with work. Sleep now, baby.” He cooed and you nodded even though Bucky couldn’t see you.

You heard footsteps and then the sound of the door closing shut.

“Good night, baby.”

“Hmm, good night, Bucky.”

To say you were giddy the next day was an understatement. You were on cloud nine after having a phone conversation with Bucky last night. You even greeted Janet the snitch a very good morning when you shared the elevator with her.

You entered your floor and offered everyone a smile, but you also noticed that they seemed to be preoccupied talking to each other.

“What’s up?” You asked Martha and the other girls who were huddled together.

“Haven’t you heard?” She asked. “Sophia shared an elevator ride with Mister Barnes earlier. He called a flower shop, asked for their most expensive bouquet and then went on to make dinner reservations at an elite restaurant!”

You paled at the discovery and cleared your throat, “And that’s a big deal because?”

Martha snickered, “Girl, we’re talking about James Barnes here, a rich and eligible bachelor. It is a big deal. And ugh, I wonder who the lucky lady is! What I’d do to be her.” Martha dreamily said.

“Do you think it’s an employee here? Fuck, I’d be so envious if that girl happens to be working here!” Sophia added.

“Is that even allowed? Sounds pretty scandalous to me.” Kate chimed in.

“Oh my god. Remember the pantry incident that Janet reported? What if that was Mister Barnes and his girl? Damn, that’s juicy. It’d be horrifying if they get caught.” Kate added.

Your head felt light-headed at all the information that was going on. Hearing their conversations felt like a bucket of iced water was being poured on you. It was like a moment of a major realization.

Shit, what has gotten into you, getting all tangled up in this mess? Damn you, Tinder!

Even if Bucky agreed to take things slow, you realized that it wouldn’t really help. If news got out that you were dating the CEO of your company, you’d still receive some backlash for it.

Maybe making it official wasn’t the right thing to do. At least, not yet.

“Ladies, gossip time is over.” You announced and tried to stay calm. “And speaking of Barnes, I need to submit a report.”

You nervously knocked on Bucky’s door, hoping that he was back from his early morning meeting. You could hear him talking inside and thought that maybe he was busy.

“Come in.” He called before you could even turn around.

Slowly, you opened the door and slipped inside his office. Bucky was on his chair, talking to someone over the phone. When he saw that it was you, he quickly put his phone on mute and smiled.

“Yes, baby? What do you need?” He asked softly.

Goddammit! Bucky was surely getting used to that pet name. Initially, he’d only call you that in the throes of pleasure. But somehow, Bucky began to use it so casually that it made you nervous. What if he slipped and called you that during a meeting, in front of everyone?

You hated how Bucky was becoming soft and gentle around you, well, except maybe when he was in a certain mood. It was confusing the hell out of you. But you also enjoyed being the only one to witness his soft side.

Was his offer to make things official because he truly liked you or was the fucking that good to make him want to commit all of a sudden?

“I uhh, I think I’ll just come back later if you’re busy.” You stammered.

Bucky held up a finger and then unmuted his phone, “Hey, something important came up. I’ll call you again later.” He said and quickly ended the call before turning to you.

“You know I’m never too busy for you.” He said, his eyes the softest you’d ever seen.

There goes your heart.

“I think...” you trailed, not sure how you were going to say it.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, urging for you to continue. You heaved out a deep sigh. Your hands balled into fists at your side as you walked closer to his desk.

“Can we raincheck on the dinner tonight?” You asked.

Bucky frowned, “Why?”

You shrugged, “No reason.”

“Lie to me one more time and I’ll have you on my lap for some spanking.”

How the hell does Bucky do that? Become all sweet and soft and then rough and dominating all of a sudden?!

You squeezed your thighs together because the image of Bucky’s hand landing on your ass was doing things to you. You willed yourself not to give in, you came here for a reason.

“There are rumors about you. Someone heard you making dinner reservations and now everyone’s talking about it. I just...” you paused to check Bucky’s reaction but as usual, you couldn’t read his face.

“Maybe making this official isn’t...the right thing to do.”

Bucky pushed himself up from the chair slowly and stalked towards you. Was he mad? Fuck, you hoped he wasn’t. When he reached you, his hand came up to brush your cheek with his knuckles.

“What do you want then?” He asked.

Shit, you never actually thought about it. What do you want? Keep things casual between you and Bucky? Completely stop whatever it was that was going on between the two of you?

“I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“I like you.” Bucky stated and stepped back. “You’re intelligent and you don’t take shit from anyone, myself included. When you said you wanted to take things slow, I agreed to it. Hence, the flowers and dinner. Now that I’m giving it to you, you still don’t want it.”

Bucky’s livid. He was composed but the way his jaw tensed as he spoke was enough proof that he was mad, really mad. It’s his calm demeanor despite being angry that somehow scared you. The calm before the storm. What the storm was going to be? You didn’t know and honestly, you weren’t sure whether it was something that you even want to find out.

Maybe you were being confusing or indecisive but only because things happened too quickly for you to even properly process it. To think that you addressed your concerns last night, you actually that Bucky understood where your feelings were stemming from. However, it seemed to have gone over his head.

“Bucky, I don’t think you’re getting my point here.” You explained, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“If you heard what your employees have been saying about you and your...girl, you’d understand.” You said and placed your hands on your hips.

Bucky made a face, “Then make me understand. What did you hear?” he asked.

“We already talked about this last night! They’d think that the promotion was given to me because we fucked! That’s going to taint my image for the rest of my life.” You huffed out.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand as he paced back and forth, “They’re idiots if they think of that. What do you want me to do? Give a detailed presentation why I decided to promote you? Go through your evaluation one by one? He sarcastically said.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You really don’t get it, do you?” You let out a humorless laugh.

He shrugged, “You’re confusing the hell out of me. Just tell me what the hell you want to happen.”

“Maybe I just want keep things professional.” You blurted out in the spur of the moment.

You didn’t mean it. You so didn’t mean it. Fuck. You word vomitted and now you were going to regret it.

Something in Bucky ticked, you saw it. He approached you until he was towering over your frame. It was intimidating to say the least, the way Bucky stared down at you with a blank expression on his face.

“What if I don’t want to?” Bucky asked, his eyes looking down at your lips for a quick second before moving back up to your eyes.

“I wasn’t asking for your permission.” you retorted and you’re not sure why.

Bucky exhaled through his nose and this time, you could read his face. He was fuming.

“I told you, you’re mine.” He said through gritted teeth.

The tension in the air was thick. The close proximity was making you dizzy, Bucky was so close that his scent was invading your senses. His jaw was clenched tightly as he looked down at you with piercing eyes and you were so tempted to just grab his face and kiss him and tell him that you liked him too.

But of course, your pride just had to be in the way.

“You don’t own me, Bucky. I am my own person.”

Another word vomit. You were Bucky’s the moment he laid his hands on you and you liked it.

Bucky inhaled and shrugged, loosening up before taking a step back. “So you want to keep it professional, huh?”

No.

“Yes.”

Bucky nodded, “You’re lying. I know you are. But okay then, professional it is. Let’s see how long you can keep lying to yourself.”

You watched Bucky walk back to his desk, sitting down on his chair with his arms crossed over his wide chest. His face was void of any emotion all of a sudden, he didn’t even look angry anymore and you hated how you couldn’t seem to figure him out.

“Anything else you’d like to discuss?” he asked, the professional tone of his voice sending chills down your spine, but not in a good way.

You slightly nodded, placing a folder on top of his desk before backing away. “It’s this month’s report.”

“Okay. You’re dismissed.” He casually said, grabbing the folder and skimming through your report as if you weren’t standing right in front of him.

You felt a pang of pain hit you right in the heart when he looked up at you questioningly, as if he was wondering why the fuck you still haven’t left his office. At that moment, you wanted to take back all the things you said and just give in to your damn feelings.

But would you really let your career nosedive just to be with Bucky? You weren’t sure if you were ready for that.

You straightened up and maintained a calm demeanor, “That’s all. Thanks, Bucky.”

“That’s Mister Barnes for you.”

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jungkxook · 4 years

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—stay. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ genre: popstar!jungkook x groupie!reader + smut / sprinkle of angst and fluff

⟶ words: 8,083

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: jungkook wasn’t always so madly in love with you but the fact that you’re sleeping with two of his band mates too makes things a tad bit complicated.

⟶ warnings: multiple smut scenes, slight dom themes, oral sex, finger sucking oops, boob fondling, hair pulling ft. jungkook’s undercut, doggy style, missionary, thigh riding, spitting, jealous kook!!, unprotected sex, kind of slight possessive themes? but also just general sweetness tbh

⟶ disclaimer: my time jungkook still has me in my feels! also, this is a repost of an old fic on an old blog.

“Stay with me?”

Jungkook asks this hopefully, of course, but he already knows the answer. It’s just that, lying there with you on the hotel room bed, there’s no other place he’d rather be ━ and there’s no one else he’d rather experience the moment with than you. Legs tangled together on top of the duvet with your fingers tracing circles onto his bare chest, Jungkook swears he’s in love with you ━ only, you’re not his to have.

“I have to go,” You pout, though your fingers continue drawing constellations on his skin, treading down his arm and over the tattoos that adorn him. You’re focusing now on the lily on his forearm, around and around, sending his head spiralling. “Promised my friends we could hang out today. Besides, don’t you have Mina or Nina━” You wave your hand in the air to dismiss the thought━ “coming over soon?”

“Who?” It takes him a moment to even remember who you’re talking about. Truthfully, he hasn’t seen that girl in well over six months but he’d never tell you that. In fact, he hasn’t been seeing anyone else other than you but he would definitely never tell you that. “Oh, yeah. Well, I think she’s coming over later tonight.”

“Well━” You trail off, and Jungkook knows it’s because you’re stalling. You want to stay, and he knows it well enough, but every question you ask him is just meant to further reassure you that it’s okay if you stay. That he wants you to. “Aren’t you busy with work today before the second show?”

Jungkook shrugs. “We still have lots of time before the day starts.”

You shake your head at him but he knows he ultimately wins out when you start to smile to yourself. You prop yourself up beside him and he has to admire momentarily how you’ve never been timid in front of him when you’re naked. His hand reaches out to brush his fingers against your cheek and you smile down at him. But then something seems to dawn on him that he can’t believe he foolishly hadn’t thought of first.

“Unless… Unless you need to see one of them soon.”

“Who?”

“Taehyung or Namjoon.” It takes all he can muster to say their names without a trace of bitterness. He lifts himself up on his elbow. “Are you still seeing them?”

You shrug innocently. Sitting up a little straighter, you brush his hand away and fidget with your hair. “Would it matter if I was?”

Yes, he wants to scream but he refrains. “No. I just━” he stops. “Just curious. Is that what you meant by work then? You have to go see Tae or something right after me? ”

“No, you prick.” He’s relieved you giggle at him, fingers poking at his chest despite the fact that he was mentally cursing himself for being a dick the minute the words left his mouth. “Believe it or not, I do have a life outside of sex. Friends, too.”

“I know, I know,” he says sheepishly. “Sorry, I━ I know. You said you wanted to go shopping downtown before the show tonight, right? One of your friends ━ Dahyun ━ goes to school in the next city over and she’s taking the day off to see you. I do listen when you talk, y’know?”

He doesn’t miss the warm smile that spreads across your face. You finally return to him, kissing him slow and steadily. In the meantime, he flips you over onto your back and then parts from you much to your dismay. He’s nestled himself between your legs in an instant, kissing up your thigh and sending shivers down your spin. Your hand flies down to twine your fingers in his hair, now much longer than usual.

“I guess I could stay a little longer, if you’d want me to,” You say.

“I do.”

He wastes no time in swiping his tongue at your folds, his mouth wrapping perfectly around you. You’re already mewling with delight. That’s all it ever is with the two of you. Sex and more sex. And while Jungkook isn’t complaining, he sure does wish he could just have more of you. Jungkook burrows a little deeper, his nose rubbing against your clit as he eats you out.

“Morning sex does sound nice,” You manage to say, breath shaking.

“Yeah,” he rasps against you. “It does, doesn’t it?”

Your thighs are already threatening to squeeze shut around his head, fingers tightening in their hold. His own hands find purchase on your waist, stretching outward to hold on to you, and nothing can break you both apart. Not even the muffled sound of rapid knocking on the front door of the too grand hotel room. At least, not the first two times. On the third time when it’s followed by the sound of Jungkook’s manager irritably calling out through the flimsy wood panel, does Jungkook groan into your cunt and poke his head upward, craning his neck to look over his shoulder as his manager’s voice carries infuriatingly loudly to you both once again.

“Get up already, will you? We’ve got several business meetings to conduct today and we haven’t got time for you to sleep off a hangover or whatever it is you’re doing━”

“Gimme ‘til noon!” Jungkook asserts gruffly. He settles himself back between your thighs, and you surely don’t miss the devious way he smirks just before burrowing his head into your heat. There’s an inaudible sound that he makes, that you and certainly his manager can distinguish as being, “I’m too busy right now.”

Busy is an understatement, pointedly made clear when his tongue delves into you, lapping at your leaking wetness as if he were terribly quenched and only you could save him. You don’t think Jungkook taking his morning to eat you out is a good enough excuse that will run over well with his manager later in the day, but it drives him away for now with only a grumbled chorus of words left in his wake. But the silence only lasts for so long. Just as Jungkook is getting comfortable once more, you speak up.

“I don’t think tardiness is a very good quality to have as a celebrity,” You ponder aloud through a heavily pleased sigh.

“Ah, or it’s exactly the thing I need,” he counters with a shit-eating grin. “Being late is a very celebrity thing, isn’t it?”

“When the fame gets to their head,” You snort. Your voice splinters off into a whimper as he tilts his chin up a little higher, lapping deeper into you.

“Then I guess I’m bad.” His voice murmurs against you, rattling you to the bone.

“You’re definitely far from bad. Everyone thinks you’re an angel.”

“Wonder if they’d think the same thing if they saw me now━” He pinches lightly at the inside of your thigh, “head between your legs, and you coming on my tongue.”

You roll your eyes, but your wittiness falls short when he tugs with his teeth at your folds. Your back arches off the bed at once, hips pressing harder against his face.

“Namjoon called last night,” You say. No, you don’t say it. You moan it and even though Jungkook knows it’s because of him and how he’s making you feel in that moment, he still hates hearing someone else’s name roll off the tip of your tongue that isn’t his. “If you must know. Said he wanted to see me in the morning━”

Jungkook grimaces. He grunts shortly, “Guess you’re gonna have to let him down.”

“I’m sure Joon will love that━”

“Don’t,” he hisses. He bites down a little harshly on the inside of your thigh but you don’t mind. When he glances up to look at you, his stare is dark and hooded. “Don’t say their names. Not now. Please.”

You almost miss the desperation in his voice, the way he almost whines his words. You don’t ask, even though you’re curious. You don’t ask, even when he eats you out that morning until he’s made sure you’re crying his name and nothing else. You don’t ask, even when fucks you slow and deep and measured and almost, dare you say, loving like he never has before, clinging onto you as if he can’t live without you. You don’t ask, even when he may get a little rough (just how you like it), as if he’s afraid you’ll leave him right then and there. You don’t even ask when he sucks not one but two hickeys on your neck, large enough for anyone to see. For Taehyung and Namjoon to see.

You never really do ask, even though you notice things have become different.

It’s not as if you haven’t always been close to one another. There are more times than not in which you both physically can’t keep your hands off of one another in public, though in the safest and simplest ways possible. It’s there, in the way you sit next to him with your legs crossed regally on the couch in the green room backstage before a set, playing with the rings on his fingers on the hand resting on your shoulder; there, in the way you sit draped across his lap, leaning into his chest, in the studio as they blur through recordings. When you give advice on composing or lyric writing, Jungkook listens. When you giggle into his ear and whisper lewd things when you probably shouldn’t in the middle of a party with important business men and other celebrities, Jungkook is captivated.

It wasn’t always supposed to be like this. Jungkook wasn’t always so madly in love with you, but he always knew there was something about you he just could not get enough of. You had chosen him first, approaching him late one night at a bar, and he was instantly head-over-heels. Even if it was mutually agreed upon ━ and oftentimes never really outwardly mentioned ━ that you could sleep around with him, Namjoon, and Taehyung, then Jungkook would have to deal with it. He would do anything, if it meant getting to see you more. At first he didn’t even mind. What was one more groupie to the ever growing list he had already accumulated? He’s never gotten feelings for any of them, so surely he thought he would be okay with you; that maybe whatever he was feeling for you would go away.

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

After he asks you the question the first time, he finds himself stuck in a greedy months-long habit of asking you wistfully every time he finds you in his bed. He asks it a thousand and one times, but only ever gets one response from you. You’ll say no, that you have to leave, and sometimes you will. But sometimes ━ sometimes when he knows he wins out because he knows you let your guard down long enough to become besotted by him, a tangible mess with his every touch ━ you’ll linger just a little longer and the notion alone is enough to instill a sense of hope in Jungkook even if he knows it’s wrong.

And maybe you shouldn’t play along. Then again, he takes all your time and you devote what little you have left afterward to him anyway, pretending that you’re still seeing Taehyung and Namjoon when you’re certainly not.

Sometimes Jungkook catches you when he doesn’t mean to, or isn’t expecting to, and it’s all different moments that physically pain him. Sometimes those moments come from paying one of the guys a visit and stumbling upon you there, too.

After having not seen you for the whole day, and just before the concert begins, Jungkook is called over to Namjoon’s room within the hotel to discuss some last minute changes to the show (which Jungkook’s positive he would have heard about if he hadn’t ignored his manager early in the morning). Only Namjoon doesn’t answer the door when Jungkook arrives. There’s a crescendo of giggling on the other side of the threshold and then it’s you, and you’re standing there wearing nothing but a baggy shirt of Namjoon’s that barely covers your bum (and shorts too, he thinks, but Jungkook’s much too focused now on you in Namjoon’s shirt). Namjoon’s standing a bit further back, leaning against the wall of the hallway without a shirt on and he’s grinning at something that’s just happened.

“Took you long enough,” Namjoon calls out. “Come in, we’ll get started. I’ll just be right back━ Just hopped out of the shower━” And then he disappears into another room, most likely to find another shirt that isn’t taken by you.

“Jungkook!” You greet him so cheerfully, as if the sight of you half naked in another man’s home isn’t eating away at Jungkook. You pull him into a hug that’s so tight he can smell your familiar perfume and probably Namjoon’s lingering scent if he focuses hard enough. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Jungkook says. He doesn’t mean for his voice to sound so standoffish. He hopes you don’t notice. “You’re back early.”

“Yeah. The girls had to leave but that’s okay.” You’re smiling so bright and wide that it almost hurts. “Namjoon━”

“Wanted to see you?” Jungkook finishes for you, remembering your words earlier in the day.

“Yeah━” You’re rambling on now but Jungkook isn’t listening. The pain is still lingering and it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He knows it isn’t right but he can’t be bothered to care. In that moment, he realizes he’d rather be anywhere but there and he’s never felt that way before.

“Uh━ You know what?” He cringes slightly when he interrupts you. “Forgot I had to do something actually. Mina called earlier ━ said she wanted to talk or whatever.”

Your face immediately drops at the mention of the other girl and it pains him even more to know that you don’t see through his blatant lie. What’s worse is that Mina had called him the night before, but he had turned her down promptly before she could even say what she wanted.

You glance over your shoulder fleetingly as if to look for Namjoon, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your lower lip. “But I thought you needed to talk with Joon about the show?”

“Can’t, sorry. Tell Namjoon he can do whatever he wants. I don’t care. Seems like he’s got his hands full with you here anyway.”

He hates himself for it ━ he hates how petty he can be, how rude he can sound without truly meaning it ━ but before he can explain himself or apologize in a way that would probably make him look even more like an idiot, he turns his back to you. It’s the first time he’s really ever done something like that. Usually, he puts up with it ━ with you draped over Namjoon’s lap or Taehyung’s hand on your waist because usually he hadn’t always had feelings for you.

Truth be told, Jungkook doesn’t know how Namjoon or Taehyung feel about “sharing” you. He doesn’t even know how you feel about it or if you’ve noticed Jungkook’s short temper lately. He tries to contain it but he can’t and he hates how he’s become when he’s not alone with you. Lately, he’s started to think that maybe this isn’t right anymore. Maybe he shouldn’t keep meeting up with you if he’s going to feel this way all the time, and it wasn’t fair to you for him to be sulking so much. He’s not supposed to be in love. He’s supposed to be having fun.

After all, that’s what it was to you, wasn’t it?

But that night something happens.

Jungkook only notices you half an hour into the show later that night even despite the fact that you’re in the same place that you always are, standing on the side in the part of the pit closest to the stage where only family and close friends are allowed to stay. Of course you’re dancing along, just like you always do, and of course you’re watching him and the rest of the boys with starry eyes, just how he loves. You smiled wide at some point when his gaze locked with yours ━ him, drenched in sweat and nearing exhaustion, and you, face-flushed and looking as if you’re having the time of your life.

But that’s the thing about you ━ you’re not like the others. Sure, your eyes tend to drift to him more often than not and linger on him longer than necessary but you don’t just come for him. You live for the music, admire the rest of the boys that have treated him so dearly and make the group what it is.

And the way he performs ━ you wonder if he purposely exerts himself more because he wants you to only focus on him. Every rough thrust of his hips, every time he grabs at his crotch, dark and hooded eyes meets yours and you know he’s trying to tease you. Trying to make you suffer.

Later, when the concert is finished and you’re at a private room in a club with the boys to celebrate the evening and Jungkook has had one too many shots, he finds you at the bar. He sidles up from behind you, one palm sliding onto the small of your back. You know it’s him even before you look, judging by the familiar stature of his chest pressing against your body, and his usual scent. His lips press to the crook of your neck and your lips unfurl into a smile. You reach up blindly to grab at the nape of his neck as he starts to sway against you to the beat of the music, hips digging into your ass.

“I’ve been dying to be next to you all night.” He whispers this into the shell of your ear and you wonder vaguely how you’ve maintained enough self-control to not drop to your knees and suck him off then and there. Even worse is the fact that he’s still adorned in the makeup from the concert. Your fingers scratch at one of the newly shaved sides of his head, the rest of his long locks only maintain some of its original style pushed back and off his forehead, though now messily mused as it splays out on either side of his head and threatens to hide the undercut once more.

“You’re drunk,” You point out. He doesn’t seem to register the fact that you only point it out because otherwise, if he wasn’t so smashed, you aren’t quite sure he’d even be touching you the way he is now after the way he’s been acting lately.

“So are you,” Jungkook hums. “Let’s get out of here?”

And you can’t possibly say no.

He thinks it’s a shame, really, because you had looked quite pretty that night wearing a velvet red dress. Because after somehow calling a taxi and stumbling back to his dorm, he gets lost in you for a while and completely ravishes you, impatiently ripping your dress off you and pressing you against the wall, hips eagerly digging into yours until you hook your legs around his hips and he carries you off to bed to finish.

When you’re spent from your first high, Jungkook moves from your sprawled out positions on the bed and gets up, pulling on a pair of discarded sweatpants from the floor. You watch him as he combs his hair back that’s fallen into his face again, muscles in his biceps rippling as he does so. He reaches for an acoustic guitar in one corner, then sinks onto the edge of the bed. He’s not usually this quiet after a night spent together, though you don’t quite seem to notice, thinking nothing of it as he starts plucking away at the guitar with a melody in mind if only because when he’s frustrated and stuck on a lyric, he usually goes to you in seek of help in terms of finding relief. You get to your knees, crawling over to him so that you can drape your arms around his shoulders from the back.

“That’s pretty,” You sigh dreamily, nodding to the guitar and the lazy strumming he had been doing. In the distance, you realize there’s been music playing faintly the whole time from the dock where his phone is plugged in. You recognize one of the boys’ songs playing, then realize it’s Jungkook’s solo, his own voice singing beautifully back to you. Above all else, you realize all at once that he isn’t really playing anything at all, or brainstorming a new song, but plucking along absentmindedly to the melody of his own song.

He’s distracted but he tenses at your touch, then relaxes at once, melting instantly against you. “Just messing around,” he sighs.

“Nonsense,” You giggle. He glances over at you just in time to see you reach for his hand, and he watches as you play with the rings on his fingers. “There’s magic in these hands. In more ways than one.”

You press a chilling kiss against his palm, and then the tip of each of his fingers. Time seems to slow, and all he can suddenly focus on is you.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” His voice has a dull, stubborn whine to it that he can’t shake. “Have I ever told you that?”

“Once or twice,” You smirk. You busy yourself by focusing on lining the bottom of your palm with his, measuring your hand in his. He’s much bigger than you, his fingers nearly towering over yours and they’re always so snug and warm.

“Well, it’s true,” he says. “You’re the kinda girl songs are written about.”

“Unless I’m mistaken,” You say in a matter-of-fact tone, “you have written songs about me.”

He feigns a look of doubt, though a smile threatens to tug at his mouth, especially when you delicately lace your fingers with his one-by-one. “Ah, is that what you think, baby girl? Don’t let the fame get to your head.”

You laugh, dropping your head and leaning your temple against his knuckles in an attempt to hide your sheepish face. With his free hand, he sets his guitar back onto the floor and then unravels his other hand from yours. His palm is calloused and hot as it slides onto your cheek, and you nuzzle into it even despite him guiding your face back up to look at him. He can’t help himself; he leans in to kiss you, biting at your lower lip and earning a delicious moan. As his hands come to grip at your sides just over your ribs and the underside of your breasts do you crawl into his lap to straddle him. For a while, he lets himself get carried away, feeling your hands roam his chest, but then with such vivid intensity, he can only imagine Namjoon and Taehyung in the same position as him and it almost makes him want to vomit. Either that, or it’s the alcohol. Gathering his wits, he shakes his head, pulling apart from you.

“I think I should write━” He fumbles uselessly with his words. “Namjoon’s gonna kill me if I don’t finish these songs━”

You arch your chest against his, warm and soft and palpable, and your hips dig into his a little more roughly, rubbing against his straining erection. You can be heard whining sluggishly as you kiss the underside of his jaw, “But I want you inside me, Kook.”

His breath hitches in his throat, but he can’t think straight anymore. Is the scent he smelling even you anymore, or just a mix of Namjoon and Taehyung? And when you tell him he’s the only one who can ever make you feel the way he does, do you tell that to them too?

His silence is answer enough, and is what ultimately forces you to look up at him. You’re met with an empty expression, then your own countenance is contorting. You sit back on his lap.

“I don’t understand you anymore, Jungkook,” You say. There it is, he laments to himself. The familiar pang to his chest, the dreaded realization that maybe he’s fucked this whole thing up forever. “It’s like sometimes you can’t get enough of me, touching me here and there and just before shows when you’re supposed to be on in ten minutes, telling me that no one will care if you’re late. Then sometimes it’s like you won’t even look at me. Like you can’t get me off of you fast enough; like you can’t even touch me anymore.”

Jungkook avoids your stare, which he knows is exactly the sort of thing he shouldn’t do. But you already have your answer. You clamber off of his lap at once to slide back onto the bed and he wants nothing more than to pull you back but he knows he shouldn’t. Now, you seem flustered, or maybe just disheartened. Your arms come to cross over your bare chest, as if to hide yourself.

“You don’t want to touch me anymore,” You say dryly.

It’s not a question so much as it is a statement. Either way, he shakes his head. Rubbing a tired hand over his face, he mumbles, “Maybe you should go.”

You clamp your mouth shut. “You’re not serious, Jungkook.”

He still doesn’t dare to meet your gaze, his jaw set hard in place.

“You’re kicking me out? Now? Now?”

“I’m not. I’m just━ Not in the mood tonight.”

“What a liar,” You gasp. “I had your stupid boner poking my ass the entire time we were at the club, and you sure as hell spent the better part of the night fucking me.”

He can’t quite tell if you’re mad. Your tone dances a fine line between incredulousness and amusement, though he assumes it all boils down to disappointment in the end anyway. You refuse to move, though, pushing yourself onto your knees beside him.

“Tell me the truth, Jungkook,” You plead carefully. “Something’s wrong. Has been for a while, and I want to know what it is.”

He takes a deep breath and finally meets your stare and, god, you look irresistible. Your lips are bruised red from him biting and sucking at them, and your exposed chest is too tempting, beckoning him to touch you. His mind is a whirlwind of emotions ━ plus, he’s just a little bit tipsy, and so he blames it on that for caving into you so easily.

He grimaces. “I’m jealous, all right?”

You don’t respond at first, and he decides he wants to curl up into a hole and die. Then, you snort, which isn’t exactly the sort of reaction he was expecting to hear from you, and suddenly you don’t seem so angry at him anymore. “I knew that. Was wondering when you’d tell me, though.”

“You what?”

“Well, it’s not that hard to see. You’re always giving Namjoon and Taehyung death glares when I’m around.”

“I didn’t think I was that obvious.” He says this sheepishly, and at least you giggle at him. “I just━ I’m selfish. I want you to myself.”

“I’m not a thing to have,” You retort.

“I know,” he says, and then groans the words again. “Fuck, I know. I’m sorry. I know you’re not a thing to have, and you’re not mine to have but, god, I hate it that they know everything about what it feels like to be with you.”

Gently, he grabs at your waist, tugging you onto his lap, rough hands spreading your thighs to sit perfectly on him once more. Then, with his hands planted on your hips, does he guide you back and forth on him slowly. He reaches out to brush his fingers along your bare arms, then across your collarbones, and down to your breasts. He leans down as if to kiss the valley between them, but his mouth never really does meet your skin; instead, his lips graze faintly against you.

“That they know your body.” He brushes his nose against your chest as he lifts his head. His mouth ghosts across your breasts, almost catching your nipples in his mouth, his breath warm and tingly against the sensitive flesh, just to tease you. His hand follows his lips, grasping firmly at the underside of your breast, his thumb flicking over the perked bud. “Have touched it where I’ve touched it.”

Your own hands flail out to grasp at his shoulders, your breath hitching in your throat. “Why? Why do you hate it so much? That’s all I want to know.”

“Because they don’t even know how lucky they are,” he mutters. “Because you probably do all sorts of things for them and they just think you’re another groupie. Because they aren’t in love with you.”

“You’re in love with me?” Your face is hot now, your body trembling. His hands are still on your chest when he starts kissing your throat.

“Yeah. I am.”

“What if I told you I’m in love with you too?”

“Well, you are fucking my band mates. I think that makes things a tad bit complicated.”

“You’re such an idiot.” You’re certain if he wasn’t making you feel like heaven in that moment, you would have snapped the words. Instead, you’re already shamelessly grinding your hips against his even without his guidance. “I called it off with them a while ago, actually. They were okay with it, too. Said they felt something was different. You’re the only one in my life, Jungkook.”

Jungkook stops suddenly. He pulls his head back to gawk at you and is greeted to your hooded eyes watching him. “You━ What? What about this morning when you said Namjoon wanted to see you?”

“I lied,” You admit timidly.

“And when you were in his room━”

“We never did anything,” You promise. “I just wanted to see a reaction from you. Honestly, so did Taehyung and Namjoon. I mean, Namjoon purposely told me to come to his room to see if you’d be jealous. And I think I went along with it because I really just want to know that when you ask me to stay with you, in your bed, do you really mean it? I just…” You trail off, biting at your lower lip, asking him apprehensively, “What about you and that Mina girl?”

“I haven’t seen her or talked to her in months,” he says earnestly.

“Of course not.” You say this in a breathless laughing manner, as if it’s just now dawning on you. Then, you reach up to cradle his head in your hands, grasping at either side of his face. When you speak next, your voice is an ardent whisper. “I want to be with you, Kook. Like really, really be with you. I didn’t know how to tell you because we were so used to just having sex and nothing more and I figured if that’s all I could get with you, then I’d learn to live with it even if it’d kill me to hear you hooking up with other girls.”

Jungkook blinks. He takes a moment to comprehend what’s happening, but then he’s feeling that tension in his chest loosen and he’s just so relieved.

“There’s only you,” he says. “Has been for a while.”

You smile, so big and soft and pretty, and he kisses you just to bask in the moment. Suddenly, he’s just overwhelmed with love for you and almost doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“Maybe I should get you jealous more often,” You muse pensively. “It’s kinda hot.”

“It’s mean,” he pouts. Then, his demeanour changes and he’s smirking wolfishly. “Besides, they can’t fuck you like I can, can they?”

“N-No,” You croak feebly. “It’s always been you, Jungkook. Even with them. I’d never tell them but… you’re all I could think about even when I was with them. Imagining you touching me instead of them. Imagining it was you when they laid with me.”

This seems to grab his attention, having him groaning into your neck. “What’d I say? Gonna be the death of me.”

You shiver at the sound of his hoarse voice. You whisper aloud, “The feeling is mutual.”

“I’m sorry I’ve been so stupid lately,” he says. “Let me make it up to you. Do you want that, baby girl? But first you gotta show me you mean it. That you’re mine.”

As he tongues a pattern against your throat, you muster a nod. You wonder if it’s obvious how badly you want him in that moment, with the way your hips continue to grind against his.

“I want you to fuck yourself on my thigh,” he murmurs against you. “Can you do that for me?”

The thought entices you and has you scrambling to nod your head again. His large hands come to grab at your ass, shifting you until you’re seated on one of his legs. Your eyes never stray from his as you start to grind against his thigh, the rough material of his sweatpants rubbing at your core. Slow and steady, he guides you back and forth, watching as your pretty mouth pops open into a silent gasp.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he coos. “God, you look so pretty. And you’re all mine. Touch yourself for me.”

“Where?” You ask breathlessly.

“All over. Anywhere you want me.”

You whimper at the thought, imagining the feeling of his rough hands on your body. You start at your chest, grasping at your own breasts, squeezing at your perked nipples. You pinch them until they’re hard under your fingertips, kneading the soft flesh of your breasts with your palm as you try to picture Jungkook doing the same. Then, you slide one hand down the front of your stomach, past your navel. He watches as you dip lower and lower before finally reaching between your legs, fingers rubbing small circles against your clit. The mingling feelings of you rutting your hips against his thigh and the way you touch yourself under his burning stare has you writhing on his lap within seconds.

“Oh, Jungkook━” Your eyes clamp shut, brows knitting in concentration. “Wanna feel you so bad━”

“Uh uh,” he tuts at once. Grabbing at your chin, he yanks your head back up in his direction and taps his thumb against your jaw. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to see how I make you feel.”

“But it feels so good,” You whine. Still, you listen, prying your eyes open just slightly enough to meet his stare again. Now, you’ve started to grind a little harder on him, rubbing at your heat a little faster. “Please, Jungkook━”

“Cum for me first,” he coos, his tone gentle despite his obvious demands. “Then I’ll do whatever you want. You can do that for me, right?”

You muster a nod, eyes threatening to flutter shut again but you refrain. He moves one of his arms to wrap around your waist, his large hard encompassing almost all of your back as he pushes you closer to him and the action alone is enough to make you hum with delight.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he says. “The things they could never do for you.”

He doesn’t say Taehyung’s or Namjoon’s names for you to understand and, truthfully, you’re glad he doesn’t. Your mind is much too focused on Jungkook to care about anyone else.

“I want you━” You cry out suddenly, biting at your lip. “I want you to touch me, anywhere. I want you to use me, and make me yours. I want you in me. I just need your dick, Jungkook, please. You always make me feel so good. Please, please touch me━”

His jaw sets hard in place as he continues to watch you, fingers itching to please you however which way you want, but he waits. He knows you’re close to your high when you start whimpering and moaning his name, your hand falling from your chest as your other hand rubs harder at your clit the faster you ride his thigh. He flexes his muscle beneath your core, and the simple action is enough to have your head spinning. As you reach your high, his hand that is still wrapped around your chin slides upward and his two forefingers poke into your mouth. Instantly, you’re sucking against them, tongue laving at his digits desperately as you imagine his cock in your mouth, in your cunt, stretching you wide.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he grunts. “Keep your eyes on me.”

As you unravel in his arms, body twitching into his chest, his arm tightens its hold around your back and envelopes you in his warmth so much to the point where it feels as if you begin to melt against him. You grab at his wrist, pushing his fingers deeper into your mouth until you almost gag, muffled moans meeting his ear as you climax. When you’re spent, your pace on his thigh slows to a steady occasional gyrating of your hips as you suck and lav at his fingertips.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Jungkook hums, his free hand stroking your back as you calm your nerves. When you’ve regained most of your wit, you pop Jungkook’s fingers from your mouth and he takes the liberty of guiding his palm down your chin to your throat to your breasts. “You’re doing so well for me. Bet you never listened as well to them as you do with me. Will you get on your hands and knees for me?”

You scramble to obey, crawling off his lap and onto all fours on the bed. You crane your neck to watch as he gets to his knees behind you, shoving the material of his sweatpants down to his knees in haste. He’s already impossibly hard, grasped in his knuckles, precum leaking from the head of his dick. He wastes no time in pushing himself into you, and though he’s stretched you wide hours ago, the same feeling of him slipping in snug to your heat does wonders on your body still.

“Mm, Jungkook!” You cry out as he buries himself balls deep into you, coaxed so easily by your slick arousal. He sputters at the sensation, palms pawing at your navel as he yanks you further down his cock. “F-Fuck━ You feel so good━”

“Show me,” he gasps, pulling his hips out once and rutting into you so vigorously you feel it shudder throughout your whole body. Then, he’s thrusting into you at a rhythmic fast pace that has you clenching so tight around him, his head spins some more. “Let me hear you. I wanna see how I make you feel. Let me see how you belong to me.”

He tugs at your elbows, yanking you up off the bed, and you clumsily follow suit, pressing your back flushed against his chest.

“I’m all yours, Jungkook,” You whine. “I want you to wreck me so bad. Only you know how to wreck me so bad.”

“Yeah?” he taunts. “Only me? Gonna prove it?”

“Please, Jungkook━ Harder, please━ I’ll do anything you want!”

He quickens his pace and slams his hips up into yours harshly. It has you moaning with delight, nearly slipping from his grasp, but he holds you tighter in place. He reaches round to grab at your chin again, twisting your head in a careful yet prompt manner so that you’re looking over your shoulder at him with your flustered gawking expression.

“Open up.” He taps at your mouth and you do as you’re told. Almost instantly, he pulls your chin closer until your mouth is hovering over his, and spits. It’s a wordless command and gesture, as if to further prompt you to prove your point. You welcome it entirely, swallowing his own saliva completely. What doesn’t make it into your mouth, dribbles down your chin and onto your throat. Then you’re chasing his mouth, hearing him hum approvingly, “That’s it, baby.”

You almost miss his lips the first time from the way he’s being so feral now as his hips continue to slam against yours. You’re fortunate when he guides your chin, still pinched between his fingers, in a much too tender manner for the crude moment that has your heart swooning despite all the hysteria. A hot open-mouthed kiss which is still entirely sloppy as your tongues ravish mid-air, and his teeth nip and suck on your lower lip any chance he can get.

“Gonna tell them how well I fuck you?” he asks breathlessly. You bite at his lip this time, tugging at it hard. “Let them know you’re all mine? Fuck━”

“Mhm!” You rasp. “Oh, Jungkook━”

By now, his pace is relentless. You threaten to ricochet from his grip with each rut of his hips, knees wobbling beneath you. He hand falls from your chin finally to grab at your breasts, replacing your earlier efforts, pinching at your nipples, squeeze at your soft flesh. He lavs wet kisses along your jawline, your neck, and shoulder. Your own head leans back onto his shoulder, a hand reaching out to grasp at his hair. Your fingers first scratch at the shaved sides, then thread through his hair, yanking at it tightly enough to have him grunting in delight.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna━” You whimper. “I’m gonna━”

But you don’t finish your thought. It doesn’t matter anyway. Jungkook already knows you’re close to your high with the way you start to clench around him. You pull even tighter at his hair, a pleasant burn evoking a hiss from his throat. His hips move even faster than before, desperate to try and carry you to your high. So riddled from your first orgasm not long ago and the one before that, you’re quick to crumble beneath him once more. Twisting and turning, you cry out his name in a repeated mantra, like music to his ears. When the scorching heat between your thighs and blinding your eyes subsides enough for you to be somewhat coherent again, you meekly find your voice.

“Tell me I’m yours,” You beg despairingly, voice barely a ragged panting whisper. The aftershock of your orgasm still shakes through your body that the way you’re clutching at his hair now is only so that you can still have some sort of hold on reality still. “Please, please. Tell me. I wanna be yours so bad. You already have me, just wanna hear it from you. Tell me you want me as much as I want you. Please, Jungkook━”

A nerve flutters in Jungkook’s heart. And his dick. He marvels momentarily at the idea of how he wants to continue to wreck you and simultaneously love you all over and grows impatient. Without warning, and with much difficulty, he pulls out of you. Before you can register what’s happening or miss the warmth of his cock in your heat, he pushes you onto the bed and flips you around so that you’re on your back. Then, hovering over you close enough so that he can hook one of your legs over his shoulder, he pushes himself back into you.

“You’re all I want,” he says, smoothing his mouth over yours once more. He moans against your lips, then rests his forehead against yours as he squeezes his eyes shut. “God, I’m so fucking in love with you. You make it so hard to think sometimes. Everything about you drives me wild.”

His pace isn’t as harsh as before, though he’s careless as he abandons all form in an attempt to ride out your high and reach his own. Each thrust he makes jolts you back and forth on the bed, the sensitivity between your thighs a mild burn that starts to crescendo as you gasp each time his cock slides back into you. You reach out tiredly to grab at his face with soft motions despite not bothering to move him from where he still rests with his forehead. One large palm of his comes to grasp at your side, pushing you further into the mattress as he hammers into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum━” He moans. “Gonna let me fill you up, baby? Gonna let me make your cunt mine?”

“Yes, please,” You rasp. “Wanna feel it so bad.”

It’s different this time despite knowing the sensation well enough from all those times before. Every event since then has been a build up to this, and when he finally releases into you, it’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. The last few sluggish ruts of his hips make the both of you whimper and whine, mewling with delight the longer he cums in your heat.

Then, he slumps against your chest and the room falls silent once more safe for the sound of your mingled panting. He burrows his face into the crook of your neck and your fingers rake through his sweaty hair in a soothing manner until that too ceases after a few silent moments.

“Not falling asleep on me now, are you?” he asks after the thrill of both your highs have subsided. He lifts his head to look at you and finds that you are, in fact, beginning to doze off.

“No,” You lie. You pry one eye open to look at him as you bite back a sheepish snicker. He pulls out of you at long last, and the lack of warmth has you immediately protesting. You reach out blindly for him before he can move too far. “Come back here. I want to cuddle you.” Then, letting your surroundings register once more, you realize suddenly that music has still been playing all this time. Most specifically, Jungkook’s solo which has been left on a loop. You meet his curious gaze in the dark and deadpan, “Did you seriously just fuck me to your song?”

“It’s not fucking when we were making love,” he wriggles his brows suggestively. You wonder how he’s always so quick to go from one extreme to the other. Whereas five minutes ago, you wanted nothing more than to have him demolish you with his dick, now he’s just his usual lovable idiotic self that you want to kiss all over. He’s not wrong though, you discern. The song isn’t a bad one either, and the thought of him having sex with you to his own music is undescriably hot anyway.

“You can’t say you were making love to me when you just took me raw.” Amongst other things, you think to yourself, but you’re certain he’s well aware of that. His snickers warm your heart to no end and you can’t help yourself when you lean forward to kiss him.

“I can and I will because I love you,” he says proudly. Then, as if tasting the words on his tongue and favouring the sound of it, hums more pensively again, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Jungkook.”

And this time he knows you mean it because, in the morning, when you both wake up feeling sore and marked all over by one another (so that Namjoon and Taehyung can know), you’re still curled up into Jungkook’s chest. You’re half asleep, your nose nuzzling against the crook of his neck and making him smile. You’re only roused awake by the feather-light strokes his fingers make as they rub small circles into your back.

“Stay with me?” Jungkook asks this hopefully, of course, but he already knows the answer. This time, he even knows it’ll be different.

He sees your sleepy smile widen when he kisses your temple sweetly, and decides quickly that he likes this, right there and now, as it is, and especially when he hears you whisper finally, “There’s no place I’d rather be.”

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Slummin' It {Barry - OBX}

Author's Notes: I checked online and there is no official last name for Barry..which I hate. I just wanted to do something fun for everyone's favourite drug dealer in the OBX

Warnings: Mentions of violence, References to drugs, Swearing, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos, Smutty

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He was an early riser, something that had been instilled in him from his days in the military. It didn't matter how late he had been up the night before, he was always up at the crack of dawn the next day. He looked beside him at the sleeping woman, smiled softly then pulled himself out of the bed for a shower.

His shower was cold, as he stood under the subpar pressure in the small shower stall he tried to remember the last time he paid the water bill, but he couldn't. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, turned off the spray and got out into the poor excuse for a bathroom. He wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way back into his bedroom, surprised to see her sitting up in bed.

"You're up early. Not awake 'til after the coffee is cold usually." Barry grinned as he pulled his towel off his waist, tossed it in the pile of clothes in the corner and searched through his drawers for something to wear.

"Got a good sleep last night." She replied with a stretch of her upper body before she got up to her knees on the mattress and slid over to him.

"Can't imagine why." Barry smirked, eyebrows raised, as he placed his hand on her face while his thumb caressed her cheek softly. The pad of his thumb ran over the small bruise on her face, a battle scar from a fight she got in from someone who refused to pay their tab with him.

He might love this girl. Any woman who would punch a Kook's girlfriend in the face over drug money was worthy of another night in his bed. Maybe three.

"That bitch sucker-punched you." Barry muttered his thumb still running over the small bruise on her pretty face. He didn't like seeing her banged up, not from his lifestyle. A red mark on her ass from his was something entirely different than a bruise on her face from some Kook's sidepiece.

"At least she punched me. Most Kook girls just scratch or pull hair." She smiled as she kissed the heel of his hand, and he felt it everywhere.

"Been in a couple scraps before?" Barry smiled, pulling his hand off her face and placing it on the back of her neck.

"Maybe. You know, you're not the worst influence I've ever had in my life, Barry." She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"That makes me feel better." Barry replied as his other hand pressed against the small of her back to push her against him, breathing out a laugh as she wiggled her hips against his.

"Barry." She smiled with a bite of her bottom lip, as she reached her left hand between them where he was still bare.

"Don't." He growled, grabbing at her wrist and holding it firmly away from him.

"You don't wanna - "

Barry knocked her onto her back, her wrist still in his hand as he pinned it above her head. He laid on top her, smiling as she spread her thighs for him. His heart began to race a little more, he wasn't sure if he would get used to that. At least not from her.

"I definitely want to. But I'm keeping your scrappy ass contained." Barry mumbled as he grabbed her other wrist and pinned it above her head as well.

"I thought you liked my marks." She grinned as she leaned up to nip at his bottom lip.

"I do, but I have a busy day today. I don't have time to explain to everyone coming through here there's a girl in my bed that's a scrapper." Barry growled as he pulled his lip from her teeth to bite at her neck in retaliation.

"Barry!" She giggled her wrists wriggling in his hands as he pulled his teeth down her neck, his grip on her wrists tightening as she squirmed beneath him.

"Keep your hands there. Don't make me tie you up." Barry ordered with a heavy exhale as he sat up on his knees between his legs, pushing his hair off his face. He pressed her wrists down onto the pillows, letting her know he meant business then pressed a kiss to her lips before he pulled the elastic off his wrist and pulled his hair back.

"Where are you going?" She questioned softly as he grabbed the backs of her knees and pulled her up, kissing her kneecaps.

"Nowhere you need to worry about." Barry mumbled into the soft skin of her thigh as his kisses made their way up, and up. A soft, dark curl fell from his elastic and brushed against her skin, making her whine.

"Please." She whispered, her toes pressed against the backs of legs as he placed a teasing kiss on either of her hips.

"Remember what I said about those hands, Scrappy?" Barry breathed out as he leaned up on his hands above her, licking his lips.

She gave him an exaggerated pout as she stretched her arms above their heads, her fingers wiggling in the air. She nodded in obedience before she nudged his forehead with hers.

"Good. Keep them there." Barry ordered as he held onto her face then pressed his lips to hers firmly.

She pressed her thighs to his hips as he slipped his tongue in her mouth and Barry was gone. He didn't hear or feel anything but her in that mattress on his floor. Barry had enough sense to pull the sheets around them as he slid inside of her. They were both so loud, even in the early morning, he didn't hear the motorcycle roll up or his front door open.

"Hey, Barry." The knock on his bedroom was swift and the door opened just a crack, enough to make Barry jump and lose his rhythm.

"Goddamnit, Rafe!" Barry yelled as he slammed the palm of his hand against the wall above the bed.

"Oh, shit. Sorry. I thought you were just watching porn in here. I didn't realize. I can come back - " Rafe grinned as he pushed his hands in his pockets as he looked shamelessly at the girl in the bed.

"Wait outside. I'll be out in a minute. And Cameron, look at her again and I'll gut you." Barry snarled as he pushed a hand through his hair as he slid out from under the sheets.

"Alright. Alright. Just didn't realize this is who was slumming it with you these days." Rafe grinned as he ran his thumb over his bottom lip and turned out of the doorway.

"Who says I'm the one who's slumming it, Cameron?" She called after the Kook as she finally pulled her hands down and placed them on her stomach, blowing a steady stream of air at a piece of hair covering her face.

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[Zelda knows her physics and loves it, too.]

Part 35 of Link's Thought Brambles

Link. Link. Stop it, Link. Stooooop smiling! You can do it. The right side’s easier, try shoving that one down, come on, come on, you can do it-

!!!!!!!! She looked at you again, she looked! Look at her looking at you- OOooh! That was an all-the-way-down-and-up-Link’s-body-look and holy s&@# it made me clench and she’s smirking I’m doomed, I’m doomed, everyone’s going to see this and know what we did and I’ll end up assigned to the far reaches of Hebra with my father so he can make sure I don’t go on some kind of royalty-kissing-rampage though he’ll probably be glad I was kissing the Princess and not a prince though there isn’t one of those around to kiss, I guess it would have to be the king-

NO! Noooo, Link! Get that image out of your head get it out RIGHT NOW HAIRY BEARD! BEEEEEARD!!!

“Kmppptfe heheehehee-“

“Wh-what is it, Princess?”

“Link… Your face! You’ve gone from barely-contained euphoria to obvious panic in under a minute!”

I do that. Though- “It wasn’t panic, actually, more like disgust.”

Oh- no no no no her smile’s fading she thinks it’s HER- “Not about you! Not at all. I- I sometimes- I… my head goes unexpected places. Sometimes they’re gross.”

A shy smile. That’s new. She tilts her chin left. She’s brought a hand up to hug herself at the elbow. What did she think- what did she think could’ve disgusted me about her? When she’s brilliant and strong and beautiful and I moaned at the touch of her tongue in my mouth?

When… when is the next time we’re sure to be alone? This day is too full to make it happen, I know that already. Unless we wait til very late at night. Can’t really have a frank conversation with her about this in the hallway when anyone could be around the corner.

There’s a good chance if you WERE really alone, talking isn’t what you’d be doing. My lips are still tingling. They remember. They regret not sealing against her neck to pull ragged sounds of longing from her throat. We could’ve- could’ve stayed longer if twilight had been a little further away.

“I wish, Link-“

The darkness in her eyes again. Could she tell, Link? Did she know what you were thinking about?

“I wish we had a less scheduled morning.”

“Yeah. Me, too.” Which is saying something, because this whole festival thing has been fun. Nice to be doing something that isn’t all about fighting or security.

What’re we going to do about this? How do we find a way to touch each other without causing a dangerous mess?

Why did I have to pick last night to tell Jeralt about expanding her guard? They’ll report to me sometime today after Jeralt passes new orders. I sabotaged my own way to get around her security!

It was very responsible of me, really. It IS the right move. At least during the festival, but beyond, too, if I’m honest with myself.

It’s just inconvenient. For us.

“Oh, Link- I spoke with Mipha last night.”

“…Good. I’m glad you did. I ran errands right away.” Neglectful, Link. You forgot Mipha until way too late last night.

“She’d like to help today, she’s just not sure how. Aurexler’s office is handling the documentation from this point forward. He said they’d have a station set up at the front gate by sunrise. Only parties who present their forms and rupees will be allowed to enter today. And only if setting up a stall. Those only participating in competitions won’t be allowed until tomorrow.”

“I’d have to guess most people competing will also have stalls.”

“True, but there’s no rule.”

“Uh.”

“What is it?”

“Did you tell Aurexler about the exceptions you made? For Toureni and Gorgie?”

“Oh. No. I’m afraid I didn’t!”

“We’d better visit the gate first, then. Otherwise, they’ll charge them wrong.”

“That’s an awfully long walk to make in such a short time. The sky is lightening, Link, and we’re meant to be in the bailey. We shall have to send a runner.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Do you still have those books in your pouch?”

“Yep.” Book, pencil, check!

Her fingers against mine. Lingering. How long can we hold on to the same book before it starts to look weird?

“Thank you, Link.”

She breathed out so much more breath than needed to say those words.

Where’s that low voice you had earlier, Link? Can you find it? “You’re welcome, Princess.”

She’s turning pink. Hopefully it’s because I successfully communicated my feelings, and not that my voice sounded incredibly stupid.

“I- I’ll write a note for the runner to take.”

Huh.

“Princess?”

“Yes, Link.”

Don’t be critical, don’t be critical, “I hope it’s okay to say I’m not comfortable with you doing that.”

“Oh? Why not?”

“It’s kind of a security risk.”

“In what way?”

“Well… what if someone else wrote a note like that and delivered it without your seal?”

“…Oh dear.”

She doesn’t usually do things like this, does she? She’s been so focused on the Calamity she doesn’t deal much with the usual business of running the kingdom. She writes notes to Purah and Robbie all the time, and that’s fine. Ria, too. But I guarantee the king puts his seal on everything or else delivers the message verbally, either himself or through a group of trustworthy people. It's not like she doesn't know that... this was an afterthought, but still...

I didn’t think anything of it when she talked to the guard at the gate the other day. Then again, there were a bunch of people around to hear her give that order. And she confirmed it herself, later… And really, who would evilly scheme to get the castle blacksmith to make a gigantic cauldron?

“Link, I feel I must point out that me NOT writing this note does not stop someone else from trying it. But I see your point. If I set this precedent, any deception stands out less.”

“You said that a lot smarter than I would say it. But yeah.” Now that I’m thinking about it… I wonder how easy it is even to copy a seal.

Ugh.

Didn’t I tell myself to stop being so suspicious?

Aaaand then didn’t what you were suspicious about turn out to be true? The maids definitely definitely WERE trying to settle a bet. A bet about your preferences.

Jerks.

We’re here. Hopefully Mipha’s awake. If Zelda talked to her last night, it must’ve been pretty late.

“Mipha? It’s us!”

Hmm.

“Oh- hello! It’s so good to see you this morning. Seggin! Sharoo! Let’s go!”

“Did you sleep well?”

“Oh yes, Princess. Your Hylian beds are surprisingly comfortable, though I wouldn’t want to sleep dry all the time.”

“Princess?”

“Yes, Link?”

“Now that you’re with Mipha, what if I ran your message to Aurexler’s office? They could provide instructions with a seal.”

“That’s a good idea, Link-“

“Oh! Didn’t your companion say you and the Princess can’t leave each other for even a moment?”

“Companion? Oh, you mean Jeralt. Yeah, he did, though I think he meant during the festival itself.”

“Hmm. There shall be numerous people here today, too. Perhaps we ought to apply Sir Jeralt’s condition.”

“Uh. Well-“

“You were the one so concerned with security, Sir Knight.”

Oh, that’s how it is, is it? “If you, Mipha, Seggin and Sharoo stay together and head for the bailey, I can make this run really quick. I shouldn’t be away from you much more than half an hour. His office isn’t far. Then I’m all yours the rest of the day.” Woah, that was a double eyebrow-flash you just did, Link. Um. Zora don’t do that, right? It’ll go right over their heads.

Ooo hoo, your Princess saw it, though. It’s a subtle change but she’s all-in and wow she just glanced down and it was absolutely one-hundred-percent on-purpose.

“Very well but do be quick—and this is the ONE exception, Knight.”

Ooooh. There’s that whip-crack. Please, please, tell me Mipha couldn’t see that shiver.

Turn on your heel, Link. Run your ass off! Run your ass off and think about how you can get her to say ‘Sir Knight’ later in a very, very different tone of voice…

“I’m glad I can help, Princess!”

Or… you know… DON’T think about that or you’ll walk into the Chancellor’s office with a problem.

“Indeed. I don’t quite know what the rest of the day will be like, however-“

…Yeah, don’t think about that, Link. Put it out of your mind.

“I’m just grateful to have some time with Link. He truly is one of my dearest friends.”

Think think think think arm-wrestling. Brackets?

“Ah. Excellent, then.”

Princess at the end, like last time?

“Oh- oh, Princess, I’m sorry. I didn’t at all mean I don’t enjoy your company!”

Hm. Just a long line so she can slaughter them all?

“Of course not, Mipha. Please don’t give it a second thought.”

Nah. That’ll take too much time.

“Nevertheless… it was thoughtless of me.”

Hm. She joins the brackets. That’s a good balance.

“I- I do understand, Mipha. Link is- he is-“

That way a bunch of them get to feel how strong she is personally.

“He is sweet, loving and kind. Funny, too.”

But it doesn’t take absurdly long to get through everyone.

“Indeed he is. I- did not recognize it until recently.”

Yeah, that’s the move.

”Oh? It’s difficult to imagine how one could miss it.”

I’ll have to stand behind her the whole time. As per Jeralt’s orders.

“I was… unwilling to see it. He also was unwilling to show it.”

Well, not an order exactly. But he’s right and I’m going to do it.

“Oh my. How did you get past it?”

It’s not like I was willing to leave her for a second in town, either.

“I… I…”

I even checked the damn latrine before I let her use it.

“…Princess?”

…I hope we have enough outhouses.

“Oh! Was it his thoughts? On the slate?”

Two of us can stand outside one while the other uses it.

“…I…”

It’s not like anyone can hide in one of those.

“I could understand how that would help.”

They’re tiny.

“...Mipha, I…”

Without Mipha, I’d have a couple of the Princess’ guards follow us around the whole time.

“I would swim at the chance to see his thoughts, myself.”

But with Mipha, and I guess Seggin and Sharoo, we should be fine.

“You would?”

SHOULD I add two more guards?

“Yes. I’m afraid he’s harder for me to understand now.”

…No. You need rotations for her towers.

“You… wouldn’t feel it was an invasion of his privacy?”

You can’t keep any of them up for 24 hours. You’ll throw off the whole thing.

“Oh. Now you say that, Princess, I’m not sure. Would it be?”

I’ll be with the Princess. Mipha and her guards will be extra sets of eyes.

“It- it would be if you did so- without- without his permission.”

It should be okay.

“Oh, I see. I’m right back where I started, then.”

We were in town alone. All her traveling has been alone with me.

“…Is there something you wished to know, Mipha?”

Traveling. Link…

“Um.”

THAT is when you can be alone with her.

“I am curious how he feels about me.”

Difficult in the castle, but on Irch Plain?

“…I know he considers you one of his favorite people.”

I could pull her into the tall grass around that pond she likes and lay her down and spread her legs with mine-

“That is certainly nice to hear.”

-and pin her hands and kiss her-

“Is there… I’m sorry if this is wrong of me to ask, Princess-“

-and find everywhere from her neck up where my tongue can drive her to senseless whimpering.

“-I just- I just-“

And no one would know. Unless we got very very unlucky.

“…Yes, Mipha?”

Or I could stop being a total dumbass for the moment and wait until later, much, much, MUCH later, to think about these things so I don’t make a complete fool of myself.

“Hehhh- hm. I’m quite embarrassed to say it.”

Or I could try my teeth-

OR I could stop listening to what seems to have become my second brain-

“You see, when I’m healing, I find it easier if I think-“

-and run fast rather than slow down because I can’t pay attention to where I’m going.

“-if I think about- s-someone I… someone I love.”

“Hoo!” “Hmph.” “I-is that so?”

“Yes.”

Deeeeeeep breaths.

“Mipha, are you trying to tell me you love Link?”

I zone out an awful lot, don’t I?

“There’s no need to answer that question, Lady Mipha.”

“I’D like to find out!!”

Of all the things that are wrong with me, that’s likely the biggest problem.

“Goddess’ waters, Sharoo. Grow your adult fins.”

It even happened a little during the melee.

“Seggin. Please don’t be unkind.”

In the middle of all that violence…

“She’s young, my lady, and impatient. You are not obligated to satisfy her curiosity. OR yours, Princess, with all due respect!”

I can’t do that when the Calamity comes.

“Seggin, please. I brought it up.”

“Mmm…”

“Forgive him, Princess. He’s quite protective.”

…It was worse when I was concussed.

“I see that. It’s- an admirable trait, Sergeant Seggin.”

“Hmph.”

And when I’d lost a tanker-full of blood.

“I… do love him, Princess.”

“I- is it wrong?”

I have to figure I’ll be losing some blood in the big fight.

“Ah h- wrong, Mipha? Why should it be?”

“Well. He is so young.”

“He is the same age I am.”

Elixers help. You’re allowed to have those in real combat situations.

“Oh- oh yes, Princess. But we Zora-“

“Ah. Compared to your age.”

“… Yes.”

But it’s not like they’re a cure-all.

“…I… have no answer for you, Mipha.”

They’re not magic like Mipha.

“I shouldn’t have expected you to. I’m sorry. …I do wish to help today. Any way I can.”

Uh. At least, I don’t think so. Still, I should buy some of those. Start carrying them in the pouch.

“Of course. …And- I do know Link has missed you.”

Should’ve thought of that at the apothecary. But I’d’ve had less money for the kids.

“Thank you, Princess. That much I knew already.”

I know they keep stores of the stuff here. The medics have them.

But I’m an idiot if I don’t have my own personal supply.

“He’ll be glad to have you with us today.”

So… I guess up ‘til now I’ve been stupid.

“Yes. Perhaps I ought to talk to him, later.”

Well. I already knew that.

“…Yes, Mipha. Perhaps.”

-----

There they are. Back in no time, Link. See? You’re fast when you pay attention to your eyeballs and not wherever your unsolicited head-pictures come from.

“What’d I miss?”

???

… Wow.

What the hell DID I miss? Why is no one but Sharoo smiling, why is she wiggling her fingers even crazier than yesterday, and why is she waggling her head at me like that?! I barely know her, it’s so weird-

“Oh, nothing Link.”

WHAAAAAAT?!

That is neither the face nor sound of NOTHING. I may be bad at reading Zora, but that was SOMETHING voice and something face, too! She won’t even look at me!

Princess- Princess??? She won’t look at me either! She’s stone-facing like I’ve never seen before!

Oh my Goddess. Were they talking about me? What could they have been saying?

Does Mipha KNOW?!

No. No, the Princess wouldn’t tell her. Why would she? That doesn’t make any sense-

Did she SEE US?!

Holy S&*$ that is a pissed off glare I’m getting from Seggin! …I think. The corners of his mouth are always about an inch below the middle. Maybe it’s a fish thing.

Link. You should be ashamed of yourself. The Zora aren’t fish. They’re amphibians.

Wait. They are, right?

…Do frogs have gills? Do they-

NO Link, pay attention!!!! Why are you thinking about frogs?!?!!

Read the room read the room even though we’re outside read the room what happened while I was gone it hasn’t been that long but whatever it is no one’s even willing to tell me about it and it must be something that embarrasses both Mipha and the Princess and probably annoys Seggin and possibly makes Sharoo really, really happy and unfortunately that doesn’t help me figure it out because I’ve never heard her say more than a word or two.

What do I do?! What do I do?!

“Excellent. It appears as if many of the tables have already been delivered.”

TABLES, Princess?!

…No one’s going to tell me, are they? They’re going to let me freak out all day. It must be bad. Whatever it is. Did Mipha tell them the story about the Hinox? I really didn’t know any better and I didn’t mean to make her waste her gift on me.

I… can’t think of anything much else it could be.

Either Mipha knows, or she told that story. It’s a pretty bad one-

No, no, why would Sharoo be all crazy over that?

“Ah. Princess.”

“Good morning, Sir Greggan.”

“I have about fifty men waiting for your direction. We’ve had the signal from the curtain wall. Some’ve started on the path from the front gate already.”

“Thank you, sir. Well, then. Link? Would you- oh?”

…What?

“…Heh. Kid…”

…He’s gone entirely back to calling me ‘kid’ again, hasn’t he? Makes sense. I lack maturity.

“You’ll be glad to know the kitchen’s bringing breakfast to the tables once we’ve put them where you like.”

…Oh. Oh, that’s all.

Good.

Doesn’t explain the Princess, but okay.

“Well, then. It looks as though most of the stalls aren’t moved out yet. Shall we start with the craft tables?”

Oh. Oh, she’s asking ME. “Yes, Princess.”

There her eyes are. I get a little smile, too. I guess I was holding my breath, because I just let a big one out.

“Lead the way then, Sir Knight. The seating plan was entirely yours, after all!”

Well, that was a brighter smile. I guess it can’t have been too bad… whatever it was. “Great. Hey… HEY EVERYONE!! Uh. GOOD MORNING!”

Well, there’s a bunch of early morning grumpy grumbling. Too bad. I’m grumpy now, too. They’re moving these tables whether they feel like it or not. “A DOZEN LONG TRESTLE TABLES TO THE STABLE PATH, LONGWAYS, LEFT SIDE. PAIR UP ON TABLETOPS SO THEY DON’T DRAG. ONE PER TRESTLE. WE’LL MAKE TWO TRIPS. THEN WE’LL START FENCEPOSTS AND RAILS. You and I can take one too, Princess.”

That was a much cheerier smile-

She just lifted that tabletop all by herself. Heh. Show-off. “Yeah, I’m taking an end anyway, Princess.”

“As you should, Sir Link. The torque will be tiring.”

She likes that word. Likes math words in general. “Would you three like to help, too?”

“Mmm.” “Love to!”

“Hehee. I’ll consider that a yes, Link.”

“Great! Grab what’s nearest, I guess.”

Strangely fun to be carrying a tabletop with her. Maybe between the physical work and the soon-to-be-breakfast everyone’s mood will improve. Mipha seems okay now… I don’t know. Maybe I overreacted. I do that, don’t I?

“It is surprisingly gratifying that I’m able to carry this.”

Heh. The guys are eyeing the Princess. Trying not to be too obvious about it. “Always nice to find out you’re good at something.”

”Have you always been unusually strong?”

“For my size, yeah. At least, I think so.”

“And fast?”

“Yep. I guess my mom had a hard time with me as soon as I could walk. She says I was good, though. So I’d listen to her as long as I heard her.”

“But she couldn’t catch you?”

“Well, I think she could, but I was great at dodging out of the way.”

“Hehe.”

“It came in real handy later, with my sister. She didn’t listen as well as I did. But I could wrangle her for mom. Well… I could catch her. But she was slippery! Sometimes it took both of us to get her to stay still.”

“Heh. It sounds like you say that with a smile.”

“I do.”

“You said was? She’s not slippery anymore?”

“Oh. I mean, she is a bit. She’s older now, though. She turned twelve right before I left. She’s not playing the same games she used to, at least not as much.”

And we’re outstripping the others already because we’re both oddly strong. Maybe we should split up next round, as much as I’d rather not.

“I think I’d have liked to have a sister.”

Oh- I think I hear-

“My, you two are fast! Princess, I’d no idea you were so strong!”

Whoops! I… completely forgot to even tell her! Link… you’ve been really preoccupied…

“I had no idea until a few days ago, myself! I must admit it is a relief to find out.”

You can’t even find a few minutes to tell Mipha the most important news?!

“Is this what your power is, then? I’d assumed-“

She came here for the express purpose of healing you.

“We all assumed, I think, though there may be more I’ve not yet discovered.”

The least you can do is NOT TOTALLY IGNORE her. “Hey, Mipha?”

“Mm hmm?”

“There’s more cool stuff we discovered.”

“Oh? Like what?”

“In brief, I can shoot light out of my sword and the Princess can hit a bullseye at any distance.”

“That is an exaggeration, Sir Link. We haven’t had time to investigate fully.”

“You haven’t missed one yet.”

“True, but I am certainly limited by the laws of physics. No amount of skill can increase the maximum initial velocity imparted by the bow. The range is therefore limited to that which is accomplished by aiming at a precise angle of forty-five degrees with respect to the direction of gravitational pull, that is if one ignores the effects of air resistance and the wind direction. And, of course, assuming there are no physical obstructions.”

Ohhhh. She is so f&$#ing smart. I want her to say all of that again, but while on top of me and directly into my ear canal.

Daaaaah! Link, MIPHA! MIPHA is right next to you and she probably has no idea how to respond to all that! “So, yeah. I guess we should try you on a few targets that are absurdly far away, like way way way out of range and see if you can still hit them.”

“I shan’t be able to.”

“Perhaps, Princess, you will. Magic has rules, but those rules transcend what’s otherwise possible.”

“… I find it difficult to believe that even magic operates outside the laws of physics, Mipha.”

Ooh. Um.

“If magic obeyed the usual rules, it wouldn’t be magic, Princess.”

Um.

“I disagree. Magic may simply obey usual rules of which we are not presently aware.”

UM.

“Oh? What rules might those be, Princess?”

“Laws of physics which are simply as yet undiscovered.”

“It seems to me, Princess, that you’d be referring to the rules magic follows. But they cannot be what you suggest. If they were general rules, anyone could use magic. Yet only a handful of us exist.”

Oh s@*#. Oh S@&$.

“That does not mean magic is outside the realm of physical law. It means the people who may use it have access to energies most do not.”

“But Princess, what other than magic would determine who has that access?”

NNNGH! No. No, Link.

“Obviously there must be some physical attributes of the magic users which allow it.”

This is way above your pay grade.

“If that were so, Princess, Link would not be magical.”

Stay out of it. So far out of it you might as well be on the Moon! Wait, what?

“Indeed. And why not?”

Yeah, why not?

“Because the physical form of a person is determined by their parentage. Neither Link’s mother nor father are magical. Isn’t that true, Link?”

Oh f#$%.

“Um. Well. Yeah, I mean, as far as I know, they’re not, Chee’s very strong, though-“

“There. It cannot be a physical law if that’s the case, Princess.”

…Am I going to be in trouble?

“I’m afraid I still disagree.”

…oh no

“Why?”

“The flesh-and-blood body of a person is not the entirety of their physical existence.”

Huh?

“Why do you say that?”

“Because there are forms of energy a person quite plainly possesses and produces which are not physical matter.”

“It seems to me, Princess, you are defining a person’s soul as a physical object.”

…Uh…Wow…Turns out Mipha’s way smarter than me, too, because she’s actually following this.

“That is not the entirety of my point, but yes, I would say a person’s soul is real and therefore governed by physical laws.“

…I shouldn’t be surprised. I’m not all that smart.

“It seems to me that we don’t know enough about people’s souls to say either way. That would make your idea about physical attributes determining access to magic a belief, Princess, and that’s all.”

But I am clearly some kind of asshole. Why did I assume Mipha wasn’t this smart?

“My belief is merely that all things are testable and knowable. And that includes magic. ”

She’s holding her own against the smartest person I know.

“And that is still a belief, Princess. Not a fact.”

Oh s#$&, Link. You ASSUMED the Princess was smarter than Mipha. You’re a biased, prejudiced asshole.

And it got real quiet.

Oh… balls.

Mipha just insulted science, didn’t she?

…Don’t look, Link. You’re almost there. Tug that tabletop a little bit and interrupt whatever silent apocalypse is happening behind you!!!

“WEHHHHLL THIS IS PERFECT RIGHT HERE, EVERYONE! FALL IN LINE ALONG THIS SIDE AND KEEP THE TRESTLES JUST ON THE FLAGSTONES! Alright, er- Mipha, you want to put that trestle right there? Sharoo?”

This tabletop is trembling with scientific rage. I feel it. Do I dare look?

…I can’t help it.

Yep. It’s the guardian-laser eyeballs. Just like when I picked up the slate. Only directed at MIPHA. Who… looks totally and completely serene and maybe is in fact entirely unaware that she insulted the Princess, and possibly thinks she won the argument.

“Hehee.”

….And she just giggled at me. Why?!

Get the damn table on the trestles and go walk next to your Princess so she doesn’t also decide to turn those lasers on YOU.

Smile, Link, smile, maybe it’ll appease her. “…Science is awesome.”

Oh. That surprised her. Many blinks. Heh, there’s a little smile, though. She’s totally fighting it. Wants to stay pissed off, does she?

“Mm. Yes. Yes, it is.”

Next round of tables and such. Hope they bring that food out fast. I don’t want to find out what happens if these two get hangry.

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Summary: So I was always told to look on the bright side. The bright side is that I’m finally meeting the Number One and Two pro-heroes Deku and Dynamight. The downside is that I was publicly dragged out of my job for a string of robberies that I did not commit and am being detained for questioning.

Length: 5.3k

Warnings: Oral Sex, Food Kink, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Mirror Sex, Quirk Kink (My Hero Academia), Shameless Smut, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Rough Sex, Emotional Constipation, Chocolate Syrup, Fluff, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Temperature Play, Hate Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Blood and Injury, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Panty Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Creampie, Bondage, Body Worship, Light Dom/sub, Daddy Kink, Pegging, Public Masturbation, Office Sex, Wank and Tell, Polyamory, So like at the very very end there’s KatsukixReaderxKirishima, But it happens so last minute I don’t feel justified tagging it as one of the main relationships, Constructive Criticism Welcome

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A/N: I had surprise wisdom tooth surgery so I will look over (and edit if needed) this later but! I looked over it earlier this week so there shouldn't be any glaring issues (hopefully). Enjoy the chapter!

I was waiting on my bed in a towel, and in every sense of the word, freaking out. It's been a while since we had like formal on the bed sex and I used up all my confidence on pulling him by the belt. I've scrubbed down every part of my body, brushed my teeth, put on lotion, everything. I wish I could say it was because I wanted to be prepared and not because I was stalling. Should I put on underwear? No, there's no point. Plus I'm not exactly sure where it is in my drawer. The shower stopped and I took a deep breath.

A few minutes later, Katsuki walked out, towel wrapped around his waist with another towel drying his hair. He walked over and sat on the bed next to me, focusing on getting his hair dry. He really did look exactly like a pomeranian, the way he was shaking his head. He looked at me with a raised brow.

"What's with the smile?"

"You really do look like the toy."

"You keep telling yourself that." He murmured as he crawled over to me and gave me a light kiss.

Then another and another. He laid me down in bed and straddled me. Then he gently switched gears and coaxed me on top of him.

Does he want me on top tonight?

"I wanna do what you want tonight." He said softly.

My eyebrows pulled together. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean we always do what I want. It's your turn." He said softly.

"I...like what we do?" I said, still not getting it.

Katsuki smirked. "Thanks for the confirmation but...let's see some of those fantasies of yours." He said.

I blushed, looking away.

"So no fantasies in that head of yours?" Katsuki purred in my ear. He gripped my hips and moved them back and forth over his crotch. "I seem to remember you mentioning a few." He teased lightly.

"I'm not used to..!" I huffed. "It's...embarrassing."

"How?"

"I don't know if you'll want-"

"And if I said I do want it?" He said.

I bit my lip and stayed silent for a moment before covering my face. I peeked through my fingers. There was this odd mix of anxiety and dread swirling in my stomach. Anxieties I knew didn't come from anything Katsuki did. Brief memories of suggesting things and getting shot down or heavy complaints/resistance floated in my head. Past stuff. Stuff I needed to get over. And I am the kind of girl who goes all in so maybe that'll help here too. Fake it til you make it.

"I...I want to see you touch yourself." I said softly. "Can we start there?"

Katsuki gently guided me off of him and sat up against the headboard. He removed the towel. His cock flopped out, half hard and waiting. He grabbed it, slowly stroking it, the skin moving up and down with his hand. My breath hitched as he started a rhythm, a low grunt slipping out of his lips. I let my towel drop and crawled closer to him.

"Don't stop." I whispered as I gave him a light kiss.

I straddled his hips as we watched him stroke himself faster. Precum leaked out, spilling over the head onto his cock.

"Can I..?" I asked, reaching towards it.

Katsuki let go, allowing me to grab it. The only time I did this was when he was asleep so I wanted to move carefully. I glanced up at him. His eyes were narrowed, staring at my hand. I tentatively moved up the shaft. He grunted, screwing his eyes closed. The sound sent a thrill down my spine, giving me a bit of confidence. Biting my lip, I kept stroking slowly, watching his hips follow me. His mouth fell open as he started breathing heavier.

"Feels so much better when you do it..." He moaned, moving his hips faster.

I touched the growing wetness between my thighs and gathered some. Slathering it over his cock, so my hand could glide easier. He started thrusting into my hand in earnest, moans spilling out of his mouth. I wanted to rub my thighs together to address my growing need but resolved to focus on this task. He touched my cheek. I looked up and he searched my eyes.

"Tell me what you want, baby." He said softly.

"I want...to watch but I also want to touch myself." I said softly.

"Fuck yes." He growled.

"And."

"And?"

"...I want you to um...talk me through it. G-Give me commands." I said, screwing my eyes shut.

He took in a shaky breath. "Sit back."

I backed up a little so he could see my whole body. His eyes lit up as if he remembered something.

"Get that Dynamight dildo you mentioned a while back."

Ah shit I forgot he knew about that.

With great reluctance, I reached beside the bed and pulled out the black and orange device off the charger. It was a rechargeable rabbit vibrator. The little part vibrated to stimulate the clit. The shaft of the vibrator had a bulbous tip designed to stimulate the g-spot. Just past the tip there was a ribbed part to accommodate the thrusting function. Katsuki eyes lit up as a feral smirk lined his features.

"Is it fully charged?" He asked.

"Yes." I answered sullenly.

"Let's switch places."

I felt my back settle against the headboard as Katsuki stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at me. My body heated up at his hungry expression. He quickly had me tell him about the settings before grabbing his dripping cock.

"Finger yourself." He said as he slowly started to stroke himself.

When I curled my fingers up, I understood what he meant. It's so much better with company. I circled my clit and inserted two fingers in and out. A part of me was embarrassed but the larger part of me was so turned on by him and the embarrassment. The world slowly faded to just the man in front of me. This beautiful well-built man stroking his cock to my body. I moved my fingers faster, feeling pleasure start to zing through me.

"You can go harder than that." He growled.

I adjusted myself, spreading my legs a bit more. I plunged my fingers in out, hitting my g-spot over and over in time with Katsuki's thrusts. My legs started to shake as my body started to clench.

"Stop."

I complied with a small whine. He looked over at the vibrator.

"Stick it in." He said.

I grabbed it and adjusted myself again, slowly pushing it in to the hilt. I breathed adjusting to it. I pulled it out and quickly shoved it back in, a choked gasp leaving me. I kept up a rhythm feeling all of my embarrassment washing away. My desires came alot easier to the mind.

"Come closer." I panted. "I wanna suck your cock."

Katsuki walked over to the side of the bed. I scooted over so I could access him better. Before he fully settled I pulled him over, shoving his cock as deep as I could take it. I moaned around his dick as I thrust the dildo inside myself hard and fast. Katsuki bent over, gripping the headboard.

"Holy shit." He panted as my head greedily bobbed up and down his shaft.

He grabbed my hair and gently settled his hands through it, letting me set my pace. His hips would occasionally jerk forward, especially if I sucked particularly hard. I could feel every twitch of his cock in my tongue as it dragged in and out. My pace started getting sloppy as my pleasure built to a fever pitch. Katsuki gently pulled me off of his cock and put his hand over mine, forcing me to keep the pace. He turned on the vibrator and I yelped, my entire body trying to close onto itself. My movements added pressure to the vibrator buzzing on my clit. Katsuki pressed another button and the dildo started thrusting, making a swirling motion as it moved in and out.

"Hah Nnghh~!" I gasped as I held onto Katsuki's arm for dear life.

Every stroke forced moans out of me as my body jerked with every thrust of this vibrator. It felt so intense that all I could do between thrusts was recover before the next one hit. I whined and clung to Katsuki, tears in my eyes as this vibrator mercilessly marched me close to my orgasm. Katsuki reached towards the vibrator. He analyzed my face, the drool running down my chin. The unfocused look in my eyes as my body struggled to handle what it was being given. He reached down again. I gasped as he slowly hovered over the vibrator portion torturing my clit.

He took his fingers and lightly applied pressure in rhythm with the thrusts. My legs automatically clamped around his hand, making it worse as his fingers relentlessly kept going. I was barely leaning on the headboard. My body thrashed around as my fingernails dug into his arm. Loud, almost pained moans left my mouth as I was building up to an impossibly high point. Oddly enough the embarrassment was back. He was watching me lose control. Just watching me. I wanted to hide. I wanted cum and I wanted to hide. These thoughts kept swirling as the toy and Katsuki kept me on edge for what felt like forever.

It's taking too long for me to cum.

Does he regret this?

What if I ruin this?

I don't know what I'm-

He kissed my forehead and took out the dildo. My body immediately relaxed without the overwhelming stimulation. He laid me down fully on the bed.

"You don't have to know what you're doing. I just want you to feel good." He murmured after kissing me on the cheek.

"I said that out loud?" I asked, covering my face in embarrassment.

"I'm glad you told me." He said softly. "It might've been too much to start there."

"But..." I trailed off.

"I love seeing you feel good, Y/N." He said softly. "I'm not in a rush.

As if to prove his point, he cupped my face, slowly moving his lips against mine. I deepened the kiss and he followed suit, his tongue lightly tracing my lips before delving inside. I felt my body start to warm up again. We broke apart, panting. He rubbed his thumb across my cheek lovingly looking into my eyes.

"I'm...I'm not used to this." I said softly. "It's not..."

I didn't know how to articulate it. I knew I needed to but I didn't. In my past relationships, the other person was prioritized in bed. Especially true for my last one. I got a say but...it always felt like a favor? Like my pleasure was on the back-burner. And when mine was put to the forefront, I felt like I had to perform or else they'd get annoyed. It was supposed to be quick and easy and it wasn't and I could feel them getting annoyed with me and-

"Talk to me baby, please." He said softly.

If I say it it'll kill the mood.

I'll be a whiner.

He's frustrated with me, he regrets this.

I ruined it.

"I don't know." I said, covering my eyes.

My body ran cold. The mood between us dropped because I couldn't just get over myself. I hated this. I should just tell him to go home. But I didn't want him to go home. I wanted him to stay and be with me. Even if I'm not able to be a good time right now. But that's unreasonable. Fuck I feel awful.

"You're always complaining."

"You're never in the mood."

"I'll come back later when you feel like it I guess."

"Do you still want to have sex?" Katsuki asked.

Yup, there it is. I should just say yes and do the stuff I know he likes. Katsuki softly touched my leg and repeated his question. That's when I finally registered his voice, his question sounded...genuine. No irritation. No sighing. I slowly uncovered my face, trying to search his face for that response. No, he just looked like he wanted to know. Why wasn't he mad?

"You're not...irritated?" I asked softly.

"No?" He asked, confused.

Then he put two and two together and huffed.

"Everyday I hate that guy more and more." He grumbled.

I laughed a little in spite of myself.

"Me too."

Katsuki laid beside me, pulling me close. "We can do whatever you want. Watching TV and cuddling included. I even have a show I've been meaning to show you." He said with a warm smile.

He pulled me close and put his chin atop my head, rubbing soothing circles on my back. He really was fully prepared to stop. And stay. I felt my body relax and the more relaxed I felt, the more turned on I was.

"Is it weird that the more considerate you are the more I wanna sleep with you?" I blurted out.

He laughed. "Well consent is sexy."

"It's so sexy." I said, surprised at how I was reacting. "Can I...explore? Like I did the first night you came over?"

"Just making sure, it's because you want to, right?"

"Yes."

He turned, sitting up at the headboard, looking at me. I crawled up to him, settling in between his legs. I've honestly never seen a man so beautiful. His cock laid half hard against his stomach as he stared at me. I wanted to touch it but I decided to explore everything else. Just in case I still wasn't ready. I noticed he had more muscles on his calves, probably from the constant running around he's done these past few months. I trailed my hand up to his well-sculpted thighs. Running my hands over the smooth skin, earning a shiver.

I skipped past his cock to his abdomen. I lightly ran my finger over every ridge, in awe and guilt of the new scars I saw there. I trailed my hands up to his chest. I squeezed a bit, earning a breathy laugh from Katsuki. Picking up his hands, I examined them, every callous, every scar, bump and ridge. I loved his hands, how warm they were. I felt my heart soften, remembering the first time we hugged. How strong and safe he felt. I trailed up his arms, feeling every muscle that must've taken years to build and maintain.

Finally, I looked at his face. His eyes were hungry and patient, following my every move. I cupped his cheek and he put his hand over mine. I leaned in, moving my lips against his. He didn't make a move other than deepening the kiss. I ran my nails down his chest, causing his breath to stutter a bit. His tongue traced my lips before dipping inside, exploring and dancing with mine before we split apart.

"Can I explore too?" He asked.

I nodded. He gave me a light kiss and pulled away. His hands trailed down my neck to my chest. His careful reverent touches over every mark on my body sent shivers down my spine. The concentrated look in his eyes as he took in every detail. My breath picked up as his hands trailed down to my stomach, resting there before leaning in once more. He placed a few light kisses there, then trailed up to my jaw, kissing along it. Every kiss was a spark, lighting my body on fire and spreading out from where his lips met my skin. He pulled back, staring at my stomach again, moving down to my thighs. At this point it became so painfully clear he loved every piece of what he saw.

"God you're so fucking beautiful." He breathed, kneading my thighs. "I just can't get enough of you."

He kept rubbing my thighs and I could feel myself getting riled up. I wanted him to rub somewhere else. I gently touched his hand and guided it to my dripping cunt. I silently begged him with my eyes and he obliged. Yes, he was watching but this time it didn't feel like do or die. It felt natural. It felt sexy. I felt sexy and worthy. He slowly rubbed around my clit and sunk two of his fingers inside. He kept the pace slow and relaxed as he watched my expression. I couldn't quite face him but I knew he was watching.

I laid down for my own comfort and he followed, adjusting himself in order to keep pleasuring me. I bit my lip and reached up to tweak my nipples. The little sparks of embarrassment were chased away when I saw Katsuki hyper-focused on me. His eyes rapt as he watched me chase my own pleasure. His fingers started going faster and I moved my hips to meet it. It was still a lazy pace, every movement pushing me slightly closer to my peak. I put my finger over his thumb and added pressure, like he did with the vibrator. A little groan left his lips as he started applying that pressure without my guidance. Tight airy moans left my mouth as I fucked back onto his fingers.

"Katsuki faster please." I panted.

His fingers picked up speed, going the exact pace I wanted. A loud moan followed by a breathless laugh escaped my lips.

"You...you really know my body." I managed to squeeze out.

"My favorite thing to study." He replied, his voice a deep growl.

He added another finger and drilled into my pussy with newfound vigor. High pitched moans flew out of me as I started to get lost in the pleasure. The sheets below me, growing wet aa I dropped around his fingers. Katsuki stared at my dripping cunt, licking his lips. At this point electricity was shooting out from my core to the rest of my body. I sat up and started rolling my hips onto his fingers, eyes unfocused. Katsuki leaned forward, sucking on my nipple causing my body to jerk. He rolled the bud with his tongue as I threw my head back.

"I'm close!" I panted. "Oh fuck I'm so close."

Katsuki popped off my nipple.

"Can I watch you cum?" He asked reverently.

I clenched around Katsuki's fingers and started riding without abandon. It still felt vulnerable but it was good. This felt so good. I nodded as I kept racing closer to my climax.

He added another finger and curled his fingers up, pushing me over the edge. With a loud cry, I came, needing to use his shoulder to hold onto while I balanced on the other hand. Moans flew out of my mouth as I shamelessly ground onto him throughout my orgasm. After a few minutes, I finally came back down to earth, panting. I let go of Katsuki's shoulder, realizing I dug deep half moons into his skin with my nails. He didn't look like he cared though. His pupils were dilated to slivers of red as he stared at me.

I slowly leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. He groaned and deepened the kiss, grinding into me, his cock slick against my cunt. He broke off for a bit, sitting us up. His rough hands slid down my body until he stopped at my hips. He hoisted me onto his lap then slid lower, kneading my ass as we grinded onto each other. I reached down and stroked his cock between us, earning a grunt from him. He broke off the kiss, touching his forehead to mine.

"I love you." I said softly. "I really really can't get enough."

"I love you too." He said, smiling softly. "I'm still kinda shocked I get to say that again."

"Me too." I said with a small breathless laugh. "Also, I need you inside me or else I'm gonna lose it."

"Feeling's mutual." He laughed.

I adjusted myself, lowering slowly onto his cock, hissing at the stretch. When I was fully seated, we sat there for a moment.

"Fuck I feel like I was born to be here." He said, shifting his hips a bit.

A tight moan left my lips as I circled my hips. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as we moved together. We did that a couple times before I put a hand to his chest and pushed gently. After a moment of resistance, he went onto his back, settling his hands back on my ass. I shifted my hips forward and back riding him slowly so I could feel every inch sliding in and out.

Low groans rose out of his throat as he pushed his hips in time with mine. I watched his chest rise and fall as his abs contracted with every push. He threw his head back as his hips rolled in time with mine, finding an angle him and I both really liked. His body was dyed with patches of blush as he slowly got more into it. My cunt clenched and a tiny laugh left his mouth as he faced forward again. He looked like a living statue. Erotic and beautiful. I ran my hands across his chest, unable to tear my eyes off him.

"You're staring." He smirked.

"You're breathtaking." I said shyly. "I still can't believe we're together."

His blush deepened.

"Get down here." He said, cupping my cheek.

He gave me a quick peck before diving in, his tongue moving against mine. His hips picked up speed and I followed suit. We broke apart, keeping eye contact as we both felt ourselves getting close. I sat up a bit, adjusting myself before riding him faster. Loud moans were echoing around the room.

"Can I watch you cum?" I panted.

He grabbed my hips and pounded faster into me, taking over. Loud staccato moans pushed out of me with each thrust as he hit my g-spot over and over and over again.

"Keep your eyes on me baby." He grunted with a smile.

"Yes sir." I breathed out while reaching to tweak his nipples.

His thrusts got more frantic as I rolled them in between my fingers. My body was winding up tighter and tighter, begging for release. My head felt foggy and only thing I could focus on was the gorgeous man in front of me. All I could feel was pleasure zinging through my body, ramping up higher and higher.

"Katsuki, I'm-I'm gonna-" I stuttered.

"Me too baby cum with me." He panted.

My nails dug into his chest as I came hard all over his cock. Katsuki's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he lost control, his body thrusting wildly into my cunt, chasing his release. His eyebrows scrunched together as his mouth hung open. Loud choked moans rose from his throat as he came, hips twitching into me. His body collapsed as he panted, then he looked at me as if he remembered I was watching. His eyes widened a bit.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." I said breathlessly.

He looked away and blushed, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Whatever, c'mere." He said as he pulled me down into a cuddle.

I giggled and nuzzled into him, content to finally be able to enjoy time together. I reached up and ran my hands through his hair which he raised an eyebrow at but didn't stop me. He absentmindedly traced a finger on my back as he stared at me.

"You're infuriatingly perfect y'know." I said softly.

"It's only natural since I am the best there is."

"Can't ever give you a compliment"

"I know you of all people aren't saying that."

"Wowwww you always focus on the past Katsuki. Ya gotta move on."

He flicked me on the forehead and I laughed.

"Thank you. For showing me better after Hosei." I said softly. "I know the bar was in hell but....it's nice to be on earth again."

"I'd do it again in a heartbeat." He said softly.

I leaned up and kissed him softly.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

I knew I could leave it there but I didn't want to. I needed him to know how I felt. I squirmed a bit, trying to gather my thoughts.

"I'm gonna say this and we never mention it again."

"No promises."

"Katsuki-"

"I said what I said."

I pouted, pointedly staring anywhere but his face.

"I think you're so cool. And your hair is great. And how dedicated you are to everything you do. You're so fucking cool." I swallowed hard and leaned into his chest. "When I gave you that coffee mug when we first met, I knew I wanted to be close to you."

Katsuki leaned back looking into my eyes. I tried to avoid his gaze but he held my chin. His firm but gentle hand forcing me to face him.

"I'm not great with words but I want you to know I think you're really wonderful." I said softly. "And I had a tiny celebrity crush you the whole time I just didn't want to admit it. Honestly, I haven't thought about Hawks or Grand in a while."

Katsuki blushed so hard it spread over his entire body and he hugged me close, burying his head in my shoulder.

"You love me so much it's embarrassing." He teased.

"I really do." I agreed.

"I love you too. So much." He mumbled into my shoulder.

I wrapped my arms tighter around him sighing contentedly. He did the same. We had small talk about his favorite color and music. Hero stories and wacky investigations. I could feel my eyelids grow heavy as I listened and before I knew it I was asleep.

Katsuki POV

It's been about 30 minutes since she fell asleep. I watched her body slowly rise and fall with each little snore that lightly filtered out of her mouth. I could feel myself falling deeper than I anticipated. And it's fine. I'm happy it's her.

The door creaked open and shut. My body tensed. It had to be Iris but I should make sure. I got up and quietly pulled on some pants. Creeping out the door, I find Iris pouring herself a glass of water. I sighed about to head in before I realized I was also thirsty. I made sure to make some noise coming up so Iris knew I was coming before I appeared in the kitchen entryway. She looked up and gave me a smile.

"You guys had a good time." She said

"Yea. I thought you were spending the night somewhere." I pointed out.

"I was but I wanted to sleep in my own bed tonight." She said. "Besides this is my house Mr. Pro Hero."

"Fair." I said as I got myself a glass.

We drank our respective waters in silence before she spoke up.

"Thank you. For being good to her." Iris said softly.

"I should be good to her. Nothing to thank me over."

"Yea but...you don't know how...it's just. This is good." She finished her water.

Iris put her glass on the counter and focused behind me.

"Hey Iris." Y/N called out behind me.

I turned to see her in my shirt.

"Hey. Did I wake you?" Iris asked.

"No, I just noticed Katsuki wasn't there so I came out. She said.

Silence hung between us for a second before she spoke up again.

"Iris, if it's alright can I see the video I recorded when I first came?" She asked

Iris and I both froze.

"Um. Are you sure?" She asked hesitantly.

"Yea. I just...want to check something."

"Okay I'll bring the phone out."

"Can-" I blurted out without thinking.

They both looked at me.

"Can I see it?" I asked.

I hated to admit it but I was curious about it. In a morbid, dreading sense.

"Yea. Sure." She said.

Iris pulled the phone out and screenshared it onto the TV into the living room. She made it full screen and I could already tell this was bad. The video was paused at the very beginning, showing her sitting on the same couch in a different room. She looked damn near unrecognizable. Dull, rough skin, deep dark bags under her almost sunken eyes. Her pallor was sickly. Lastly, the light in her eyes didn't exist. They were devoid of any emotion other than a deep staggering tiredness. No trace of the person I've gotten to know over most of this year.

Iris looked at Y/N whose eyes were glued to the image.

"Are you sure?"

"Yea."

The video played and it was the single hardest thing I've ever had to sit through. It was more of what was shown during the investigation but worse because I could see her reliving it in the video as she told the tale. The words spilled out of her mouth quickly like she was afraid she'd never be able to say it again. Sometimes she would pause, and I'd see her encouraging herself to keep going before starting again. Her posture was caved in on itself and continued to crumple the longer it went. Like she had to physically hold the pieces of herself together and slowly kept dropping some of the ones that kept her upright. Her voice was monotonous but in the way someone did just before they cried. Then the second half she cried, her voice cracking over the details of everything that happened in this relationship.

And I understood what Iris meant.

I understood why she was so willing to go as far as changing everything about herself every week to prevent this.

It wasn't the events themselves, though they were horrifying to hear. It was how beaten down she was after barely surviving this relationship. How she looked like she never smiled. The sweater that hid undoubtedly fresh scars. It was hearing the fear in her voice when she described the abuse. The way that even as she recounted his crimes she tried to justify the parts she truly believed were her fault. It was the nervous ticks, the shifting eyes and fetal posture. The image of a mere semblance of someone who exhausted herself to survive. And outside of this video, I only experienced the version of her that healed. Iris had to pick her up and support her as she put the pieces back together.

And Y/N herself. What was she thinking while watching this? I couldn't begin to imagine how hard she worked to get to the point she did. How hard she worked to trust me. I breathed slowly in and out of my nose, trying to keep my quirk from activating. From breaking into Tartarus and killing that bastard. I wanted to know how the fuck he could take someone so wonderful and full of life and hurt her. How he could watch her become a shell and still claim to love her. How could he? How dare he? The video finally got close to the end and her talking stopped. She looked at the camera and the tiniest spark of her current self resided there.

'After two years, I finally got to tell my side.' She said and made a noise close to a laugh before she walked up and shut off the camera.

We all sat there, digesting. I noticed my fingers were digging into my knees hard enough to draw blood and let go. I looked over to Y/N who continued to stare into the screen. She finally exhaled.

"I kinda wish I could thank her." She said softly. "She was brave enough to leave. I know she's me but it feels like there's two separate me's now."

Iris and I waited for her to speak. Not willing to interrupt.

"She really did the best she could and I can't thank her or you guys enough." She said softly. "I get to be happy now. All because of you guys."

Iris and I crashed arms and adjusted as we reached for her at the same time. She held onto our arms as some tears finally went down her face.

"Seriously, thank you." She sniffled. "And this is gonna sound bananas but I'm also gonna love past me so hard she combusts into confetti. "

"I'll help." I said gruffly, wishing she never had to go through it at all.

"Me too." Iris seconded, sniffling loudly.

Y/N laughed and we laughed with her too. We sat there on the couch sharing jokes and laughing. We put on bad movies and made jokes about them until we were ready to pass out. Y/N sleepily tugged me into bed and snuggled into me like a pillow before her snores resumed. I felt my heart swell to bursting as I realized this is all I want. I want to be there for her. To help and grow together.

And maybe. If she wanted. I wanna grow old with her too.

TO BE CONTINUED

#bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugou smut #bakugo katuski x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo katuski #bnha bakugou #mha #bakugo smut #bakugou x reader #momento

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lcksndkys · 3 years

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Pairing: hobi x reader

Rating: NSFW

Genre: dancer!hobi x bff reader

Word count: ~4.1k

Warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex on a kitchen counter (bffs who trust each other, but still should wrap it before you tap it!!), brief masterbation, nipple play (cus duh, it’s me)

A/N: When I wrote Permission, I thought I’d leave it semi open ended, but there were a few people who wanted some closure ( @btsarmy9593 @junghelioseok ) and I was happy to continue this story!! S/o to my people @jinpanman and @wwilloww for the song recs and the figurative pom poms!! If you liked it, feel free to talk to me about it!!

01, 02

The next few days had passed without word- carrier pigeon, smoke signal, or otherwise- from Hoseok.

If you’re being honest with yourself, you’d admit that it appears neither of you are willing to revisit the events that had transpired in the small studio any time soon. You still can’t believe Hoseok kissed you as part of his audition routine. A year spent romanticizing what it would be like, and he ruined it so recklessly.

You had heard from Seokjin, a mutual friend, that Hoseok nailed his audition and was offered a job at The Pied Piper. Bitterly, you wonder who he locked lips with during his routine, and immediately banish the thought from your mind.

According to your sources (read: Jin), Hoseok has been rehearsing choreography with the rest of the cast over the last few weeks. Part of you knows that he’s busy, and the other part wonders if he’s just using his busy schedule as a means to avoid you.

Either way, it doesn’t stop you from missing him. Conversations have been short with Hoseok replying with one worded responses and no attempts to keep conversation flowing.

Logically, you know that you could confront him. Half of you is dying to, but the petty side of you refuses to cave first.

You’ve spent the past few weeks burying yourself in work and chores. You almost forget the feeling of his body grinding against you, his hand wrapped around your neck, his lips on yours.

Your skin prickles at the memory.

I wasn’t talking about you.

What was that supposed to mean? Who was he talking about?

Hope is a dangerous thing, and you refuse to believe what Hoseok was possibly implying. Because if his affections were surface level, it would crush you.

You dive back into your work, taking on as many projects as possible to keep from dwelling on thoughts of Hoseok.

At work the following morning, your phone vibrates with a notification breaking you from your muddled thoughts.

You feel around your desk for your phone tapping the screen to see that Jin has texted you.

[11:21am] WWH: it’s friyay.

[11:22am] WWH: We’re goin to The Pied Piper tonight!! Pick you up at 9 ;)

Groaning, you discreetly check your periphery noting that your colleagues appear to be too absorbed in their work to watch you try to decline a very insistent friend.

[11:24am] You: No, Jin… I don’t really feel well :(

Several minutes pass with no further pleading from Jin, but then your phone buzzes again.

[11:34am] Yoongi: If you don’t come to Hoseok’s opening night, he’ll be crushed.

[11:39am] Yoongi: Come with us. Please

You sigh. It’s not often that Yoongi begs, but you know he’s right. Although things between you and Hoseok have been tense lately, you know you can’t miss the opportunity to support your best friend.

[11:41am] You: Fine.

[11:42am] Yoongi: Atta girl

The Pied Piper isn’t what you thought it would be. It’s less of a strip club and more of a small concert venue with tables and booths of various sizes surrounding a raised stage. You let Jin lead you towards your seats with Yoongi following close behind.

To your dismay, the small table you arrive at is frighteningly close to the front row where you’re sure Hoseok could see you.

Taking your seat flanked by your two friends, you cross your legs in the attempt to tamp down the nervous bouncing of your foot.

To your right, Yoongi places a calming hand on your knee to stop your fidgeting.

“It’s just Hoseok,” he reminds you. His knowing eyes stare deep into yours.

You take a deep breath and let Yoongi’s words soothe you.

On your left, Jin is trying to talk over you to Yoongi about checking out the strippers on the other side of The Pied Piper after the show.

Just after 9:30pm, the lights begin to dim, setting your nerves alight.

Soft music starts as a dozen or so men saunter through the crowd to take the stage.

You feel the swoosh of air behind you as one of the dancers passes by the back of your seat. Coming around to the front of your table, you’re mesmerized by the fluid way his body moves. Blond hair slicked back, he dances in front of your table for the remainder of the song and sends you a flirty wink.

Mesmerized by him, you watch as he spreads his legs in a deep squat, arms crossed over his chest as he thrusts his hips to the beat. At the end of the song, he blows you a kiss with his full lips, turning to focus his attention to a different table of patrons.

You feel a pointy elbow nudge against your side and you turn sharply to your left to see Jin’s smug smile as he waggles his eyebrows suggestively at you.

Rolling your eyes, you focus back on the show.

The men have gathered around on stage as the intro song fades. Once in formation, another song starts up. More upbeat, the men break out into the next part of the choreography, each following the routine to complement his own style.

Some have started unbuttoning their shirts to show more skin.

Your eyes dart around, stalling on a particularly handsome dancer as he rakes back his long, dark hair with a heavily tattooed hand while swaying his hips to the music. Slowly unbuttoning his black shirt and swaying his hips and thick thighs, he flashes his doe eyes and muscles to the crowd, looking equal parts boyish and lethal.

Your gaze follows his powerful body as he moves across stage, undressing his upper body to reveal the smooth, inked planes of his torso. He throws his shirt somewhere behind the audience (probably for staff to pick up) and you watch him until he passes by a familiar figure.

Dressed in a white button down with sleeves rolled up his forearms, Hoseok catches your eyes with his dancing. Your breath stutters in your chest, skin heating in memory of his hips grinding against yours.

Trying to focus on a different dancer, you settle on watching Blondie while he drops to his hands and knees humping the floor slowly and sensually to the beat of the song. You remember this move when Hoseok performed his audition piece for you, and you can’t help but recall the way desire had pooled deep and hot in your belly. Watching this beautiful man dance tonight, while pleasing, does not move your heart.

As the night progresses, the dancers move seamlessly through the choreography jumping from one routine to the next. Most of the dancers are now topless, in nothing but fitted jeans with underwear bands peeking up over their beltlines.

You try to keep your eyes off Hoseok.

Try.

Until the group breaks formation to disperse into the audience for a more close up look at their, ahem, dancing skills. Hoots and hollers fill the air as the men spread out and start giving lap dances to their audience.

At your left, Jin cackles loudly at the sight of Tattoos straddling a middle aged woman against her chair. His prominent front teeth are on display as he smiles at her, leaning down to whisper in her ear over the booming music. Seconds later, you see her nod her consent enthusiastically while he presses her hands against his rippling pectorals.

Hoseok has been watching you watch Tattoos with a frown.

Distracted, you don’t see him rapidly approach your table until he stands before you. Of course Jin bought tickets in Hoseok’s section.

You tense up and think about running, but Yoongi’s calming hand briefly returns to your knee, encouraging you to stay. It’s just Hoseok, you remind yourself.

In front of your table, Hoseok locks eyes with you, slowly starting to undress his upper body. Leaving his shirt open, he pushes his sleeves further up his elbows revealing his sinewy forearms.

Although the room is dark, you can feel the flush of blood creep up your neck and face at Hobi’s intense stare. You swallow down a whimper as he grips the back of your chair and spreads his thighs wide over yours, hovering several inches over you. There’s no contact between his body and yours, yet you can feel his warmth.

“May I give you a dance?” he asks huskily into your ear.

You shiver at the contact as your body betrays you. Feeling your nod of consent, Hoseok grins and slowly drops his weight onto your lap.

Bare witness to my evolution

Violent moans, untamed contusions

We’re not really here it’s all Illusions

Vaguely you hear and feel Jin howling in delight at the sight unfolding next to him.

Holding you close, Hoseok pulls your hands off your lap to wrap around his waist while he grinds his hips against you. He tucks his face into your neck, dragging his perfectly sloped nose against the sensitive skin there. At this distance, you can’t see his face and pray that he can’t feel the bounding of your pulse.

You grab me there your fingers sink

We breathe, we tense, no time to think

I take you 'til you’re on the brink

Then we dive off the edge in sync

Sliding up and down your body, Hoseok encourages your hands to wander across his hips and lower back.

You bite your lip and allow your fingers to ghost their way under his open shirt, up along the ridges of his ribs and down to his ass, feeling the way the muscle contracts as he moves against you.

Make love, fuck

Lick me up

Petals, pluck

Drive me, clutch

You feel the rumbling in his chest as your wandering hands explore his body.

Hoseok eagerly rolls his hips against yours to the beat of the song. Goosebumps litter your neck as he pants into your ear.

What’s your pleasure, what’s my name?

Blend and merge until we’re same

Nothing much of us remains

As the song winds down, Hoseok pulls back from you to stare into your eyes. He gently removes your hand from his waistline and presses your palm into his chest- left of center- over his thrumming heart.

Your breath catches in your throat at the look he gives you. Hand still trapped against his chest, all you can focus on is the pounding underneath your fingertips and the burning in his hooded eyes.

In this moment, there’s no strip club, no Jin or Yoongi, no audience or dancers. Everything fades away and it’s just you and Hoseok.

Until the song changes yet again and Hoseok dismounts from you without a second glance, swiftly moving on to the bachelorette party next to you.

You can still feel the heat of his body as you watch Hoseok dance around them, hips thrusting wildly as he artfully maneuvers his body to the bass. He smiles at the blushing bride-to-be and her entourage.

Hoseok picks up her hand as if to inspect her engagement ring before pressing a kiss to her knuckles with a wink. He’s clearly flirting with her, but with the noise of the club, there’s no way to tell what he’s saying.

Teeth clenched tight, you remind yourself you have no right to be jealous.

Your gut wrenches at the sight of him wrapped around another woman as his body undulates against her. He backs off slightly only to pick up her legs, spreading them to wind around his waist to better grind against her. Peals of laughter ring out higher than the music. An unpleasant weight settles deep in your stomach as you watch Hoseok basically dry hump her.

There’s a brief lull in the song, barely long enough for Yoongi to hear the pained gasp that leaves your lips when he moves on to one of her friends.

The comforting hand on your arm prompts you to drag your watering eyes off Hoseok. You meet Yoongi’s furrowed brow.

“Wait. Do you- ” he looks from you to Hoseok, and back again. His eyes widen as he rapidly deduces the reason for your sudden mood.

You quickly glance at Jin who is still busy watching Hoseok entertain the table of bachelorettes.

Biting your lip to hold in your sniffling, you nod once up and down in quiet confirmation.

“Holy shit,” he whispers.

Instead of relief, it feels like your chest caves to the pressure of admitting your feelings. It was easy to lie to yourself, but you don’t think you keep up the act now that Yoongi knows.

Suddenly the club becomes unbearably stuffy.

You lean over to Jin, raising your voice over the music. “I’m gonna go get some air,” you shout and quickly make a beeline for the exit.

With your back turned, you don’t see the pair of longing eyes follow your figure as you leave.

Outside, the air is crisp as it nips at your exposed skin. You take a few deep breaths letting the sharp air soothe the ache in your heart. Deciding you can’t stay and watch the rest of the show, you sent a text to Jin and Yoongi to let them know you’ve called an Uber to go home.

Freshly showered and lying in bed, you browse through your work emails to keep your mind busy. You’re determined to fall asleep without the memory of Hoseok grinding against random women tonight.

As the minutes tick by, your eyes grow heavy with sleep and you roll over to put your phone on your bedside table.

Thump, thump. Thump. A firm fist pounds on your door insistently, ridding you of any drowsiness as adrenaline floods your system.

Tapping your phone, you see it’s much too late for any decent social visits. There are no missed notifications; nothing to suggest you may have a visitor tonight.

At your hesitance, the rapping continues more adamantly.

You cautiously approach the front door and peer through the peephole.

Hoseok.

Relief washes over you, followed closely by frustration. Weeks of near-silence and he shows up unannounced at your door at 2am??

Throwing open your door, you’re ready to send him away.

The words die on your tongue at the sight before you. Eyes downcast, hair messy.

“I know it’s late, but can I stay?” he asks quietly.

Your heart lurches in your chest as you swing the door wider and step aside to allow him entry. From the smell of his lightly floral shampoo you can tell he must’ve showered after the show.

Your eyebrows raise in alarm when you note a slight wobble in his gait as he makes his way to your kitchen. He's clearly been drinking.

He pulls a glass from the cabinet and pours himself a cup of water. Taking a small sip, he nervously passes the glass back and forth between his hands.

“I- uh- I went out with Yoongi-hyung and Jin-hyung after the show,” he explains.

Arms folded over your chest, you nod in understanding.

“I’m sorry,” he croaks. “I’ve been an ass.”

There’s a tense moment as you both regard each other.

“Yeah it fucking sucks to have your best friend ignore your existence for weeks at a time” you retort.

He flinches at your harsh tone. “I just… I didn’t know how to be around you after… that.”

“After what? Your audition? Hobi, I don’t care that you want to dance in a strip show!” you lie easily through your teeth.

“It’s not the dancing,” he pauses to take a deep breath, steeling himself. “I meant… the kiss”

His adam’s apple bobs as he breaches the topic. “It wasn’t part of my audition routine. I kissed you because I wanted to. I want more” he whispers.

Eyes rounded in surprise, your mind is both loud and silent at the same time, short circuiting at his confession.

“And you kissed me back, but like, it didn’t seem like you were that into it and I just- I let you think it was part of the routine” he babbles on.

“But- “

“I like you- really like you” he says earnestly. Fingers wrap tightly around his water, cutting to the chase.

“I had no idea,” you insist.

“I literally told you how I feel back when I practiced my audition piece for you”

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t clear.” you bite back.

“My kissing you wasn’t clear enough?” he shoots back with a quirked brow.

You sputter. “I really thought it was part of your audition!” you exclaim.

“Forgive me for being old-fashioned, but I don’t often kiss women I’m not interested in,” he says, setting down his glass to take a few steps closer to you.

Your head spins. “So, you’re still interested?”

“How many times do I have to tell you I’m into you before you get it?”

“Maybe one more time” you grin up at him suggestively.

Hands hovering over your waist, he smiles as he leans in, nose gently grazing yours as he breathes you in.

You tilt up chasing his lips when he suddenly pulls back.

“I need to know this isn’t just some fling for you. If we’re going to do this, it needs to be the real deal.” His eyes search yours and he must see what he’s looking for as he grins, dimples on full display.

Hand sliding up his chest and cupping his jaw, you hold him close.

“I’ve liked you for months” you confess quickly. “It’s real, trust me” you say, pulling him back into you. You slot your lips against his, eager for another taste. Suckling gently on his lower lip, you feel his chest rumble with a growl as he presses into you with ardour.

Hoseok’s hands find their way around you, feverishly mapping out your body as he allows you to mold your mouths together.

He immediately tilts his head, deepening the kiss.

Your fingers pull at his dark strands and eagerly caress his neck. You feel the way his jaw moves as his mouth opens wider to send his tongue out to press into your mouth.

His hands turn frantic, pawing at the curves he's been fantasizing about over the past couple of years.

You let him push you up against the counter top as you continue kissing, his hips pinning you in place as his hands continue to greedily rub up and down your back and sides before slowly creeping up your front.

"Can I?" he rasps, fingers staying below your ribs,waiting for your consent.

"Please. I want you to touch me, Hobi" you beg.

He growls at your enthusiasm and roughly cups your breasts. Even beneath the layers of clothing, he can feel the way your nipples pebble with desire.

Pushing his hands aside, you reach down and pull your sweater and top up and over your head exposing your bare torso to him.

“Fuck,” he grunts, hands returning to roll and pinch at your sensitive buds.

You shiver with need as he plays with your tits, enjoying the way pleasure shoots down to your cunt.

Hands leaving your breasts, he swats at your bottom. “Up,” Hoseok commands.

Obediently, you hop up onto the counter top, careful to avoid his barely touched glass of water. He spreads your thighs to slot his body against you. Legs pulling him in closer, you feel the evidence of his arousal at your center as he presses his erection against your quickly dampening panties.

His arms wrap around you bringing your chest to his face and suckles your nipple into his hot, wet mouth. Moaning, you send both hands into his hair as he continues his erotic assault on your body.

Hoseok grinds his hips against your core as he laves equally at both tits, leaving your nipples perked and shining in his saliva.

“On or over the counter,” he rasps.

“I want whatever you want,” you pant, desperate to feel him against you.

“Fuck,” he huffs. “Can I take these off? I wanna see all of you” he pleads, tugging at the waistband of your sleep shorts.

Instead of responding, you push him back a step to slowly slide off your remaining clothing and scoot back on the counter top. You part your thighs giving him the perfect view of your glistening cunt.

To entice him further, you slide a finger up and down your slick, swirling around your clit, and dipping into your sodden entrance.

“Holy shit, I want you so bad,” Hoseok groans with his eyes focused on the way you fuck yourself open with your fingers.

He allows himself a moment to enjoy the sight of you pleasuring yourself for him, studying the way you touch pussy. Having enough, Hoseok pulls your hand off yourself and wraps his lips around your digits, moaning at your taste.

“Fuck me, Hobi, I’m ready,” you whimper.

Unable to hold back any longer, he growls, pulling you down from your perch and flipping you to face the countertop. With gentle pressure against your upper back, he encourages you down to your elbows, bending you forwards to present your cunt to him.

You hiss at the feeling of cold marble against your hardened nipples.

Distracted, you don’t hear the rustling of clothing as Hoseok tears himself free, eager to feel your skin against his.

You gasp at the feeling of the blunt head of his cock sliding against your slit, bumping against your clit to send tingles of pleasure through you in waves.

“Is this ok? I’m clean,” he promises.

You trust him.

“Me too. I’ve never had anyone bare,” you moan, pushing your hips back in the attempt to slide him into you.

“You want me, baby?” he asks one last time.

“Yes, Hobi, yes, just fuck me-” you whine, cut off when he takes his first stroke into your quivering walls, going slow so you feel every inch of him.

He thrusts gently a few times into your heat until he finally bottoms out inside you.

Eager for more, you push your hips back against him to fuck yourself on his cock. “I like it rough,” you urge him.

Growling, Hoseok sets a brutal pace, desperately drilling his cock in and out of you.

You whimper in pleasure at his handling. Hoseok caresses at your back and hips and ass as if attempting to memorize the feel of your skin as he sinks into you over and over. Curling his fingers around your hips, he pulls you onto his length as he surges forwards, your breasts bouncing with the force of his trusts.

Eyes clamped shut in pleasure, you feel your legs shake with your impending release.

“Hobi, I’m getting close,” you whimper.

He grunts in approval, suddenly hoisting you up onto the counter so that your toes barely skim the floor.

You squeal in surprise. In this position with your legs dangling, you wildly grasp at the smooth marble in the attempt to hold onto something. Hoseok pounds into you and you are unable to do anything but accept the pleasure he gives you.

“Cum on my cock,�� Hoseok urges. “I need to feel you cum first”

“So deep, ah- fuck! You feel so good, Hobi” you gasp as he continues to thrust into you.

Your toes curl as his pace increases, desperate to get you off before he blows.

“Touch me, please, I’m so close,” you beg.

Sending his fingers between your legs, he rubs quick circles as you showed him earlier around your throbbing clit.

Your walls flutter wildly around him as you begin to unravel.

“That’s my girl,” Hoseok grunts as he feels your walls tighten around him.

You cum with a strangled moan of his name, puffing against the marbled surface as you clench rhythmically around his turgid length.

Ears ringing in post orgasm haze, you feel Hoseok continue to thrust desperately into your wet heat.

Panting he asks urgently, “Can I cum inside?”

“Fill me up,” you whimper, nodding enthusiastically.

With your permission, Hoseok lets go. Draping his front against your back, he buries deep into your cunt and releases into your velvet heat with a loud, drawn out groan.

Lying prone over the marble and still speared on his cock, Hoseok peppers sweet kisses along your nape and shoulders, gently suckling against your skin as you both revel in post-coital bliss.

“Mmm,” you keen at his attention as he presses one last lingering kiss behind your ear.

“You were serious earlier, right?” he asks softly. “You really want more, too?”

Craning to look back at him, you see a line of worry between his brows as he waits for your confirmation.

“I just wanna be yours, Hoseok,” you affirm with a shy smile.

He beams down at you, and like a flower to a sun, you can’t help but smile back.

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