#I like to think that was a firm butt grab to pull closer move

[zappedbyzabka]

And they were roommates

#Thomas really is just so HATAHAHANANAJZNZNSSN #The way he just manhandles like #SIR #I like to think that was a firm butt grab to pull closer move #In my head Bubber came back and made Randy his wife #Bubber ‘hears the word daddy’ Lets go #I love Billy’s awful southern accent #He’s my Charlotte La Bouf #william zabka #c thomas howell #Bubber mr ‘early bloomer’

[gojoux]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐒

Gojo. Geto. Sukuna. Nanami. Choso. Toji. Megumi. Itadori. Yuta.

◈ — 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

“What are you doing, hm?” He'd say playfully. “You trying to distract me or is that an invitation?” He turns around and places his hands on your waist, the corner of his lips curls into a little sly smile, and you come to know that he enjoyed the experience. He would lean closer to you and whisper into your ear, “I kind of liked it.” His hands go down on your ass to fondle with it, “Can I have one more? I know you can do it harder.” He'd ask you with a surprisingly excited tone.

◈ — 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

Geto's eyes widen for only a few seconds before looking at you with a sly smile, his mind would be filled with naughty thoughts. “That's bold of you, love. Are you really okay with doing something like this?” He'd grab your chin and tilt your face as he leans to kiss you. “I see you're into naughty stuff. That's good to know.” His voice is calm but his heart is pumping fast because of his newfound excitement, his hand trails down to squeeze your ass in return.

◈ — 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

He would stay silent for a moment. Then he'd look at you with a wide smirk that shows his canines, “That's cute.” He'd get closer to you. His hand is on your chin and he stares at you, “I didn't expect you to be that bold.” He doesn't move away but he smiles at you, with his lips curling into that sly smile again. “My cute love, what made you so forward now, hm? Not that I mind.” His hands go down to your ass and squeeze them hard, almost lifting you up in the process.

◈ — 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

He actually got startled. You know the sound that came out from the back of his throat? Yeah, that. Yet his hips only jolt like one millimeter before turning at you. “What do you think you're doing, love?” He'd let out a long sigh and fix his glasses, trying to hide his embarrassment. ”Do you want me to slap your ass in return? I'm a bit confused.” He's the adult of all adults, he'll give you some light scolding to not do that again. Even if you did, he'll just let out another long sigh with a shake of his head like a disappointed father. His patience and love for you are the only thing that lets you escape the hook every time.

◈ — 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

His mind would go blank and he'd become flustered, not knowing what to say. He'd shake his head and his hands clutch at his waist. He'd face away from you, and he's struggling to keep his heart calm. “Did you just... slap my butt?” His tone is rather hushed when he speaks to you and looks back at you. “Do you want to do it again? Why are you being so bold? This is a surprise... Is this a way you show affection?” He doesn't get mad at all, he's genuinely confused.

◈ — 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

Toji's ass is firm and as muscly as his whole body is, he didn't move an inch when you slap his ass. He's still standing tall after you slapped his ass but he's intrigued by your action with an eyebrow raised. “My ass is fine, thank you, darling.” He looks at you amused, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer to him, “Are you looking for trouble?” He whispers to your ear. “If you want some spanking, you should just say so.” Your body jolts forward to him when he gives your ass a nice, hard spank before squeezing it to soothe the sting.

◈ — 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

He'd jump a little when you slap his ass. His eyes would immediately dart towards you but he'd quickly turn his eyes away before you could notice. He's a little embarrassed and would give you a ‘what the hell?’ look. He would look confused because he didn't expect you to do something like that, you did catch him off-guard with your action, and he can't think of anything but your hand on his ass. “Please don't do that again.” He'll have the little pout forming on his lips.

◈ — 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

Itadori stands up straight and looks at you wide-eyed. He's confused, “You just slapped my ass? For real?” Then a tiny smirk appears on his face, “Well, I guess we're doing this then, right?” He'd slap your ass back, and believe me, he does hold himself back, but your body just jolted forward from the impact. Don't worry, he'll catch your body right away, pressing your chest against his. “I like this game.” He smiles before patting your ass.

◈ — 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

Yuta would be speechless. He'd look at you with wide eyes but he's silent. His cheeks are flushed and his mind is filled with thoughts. He would lean back against the wall and close his eyes. “I can't believe you did that to me.” He'd then smile at you, stunned by your boldness. His eyes are wandering up and down your body to see if you have other intentions. “Are you going to slap my butt again once I move? I'm not complaining, I'm just curious.”

#ೋღ—物語. #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x female reader #jjk x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jjk scenarios #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #sukuna x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #choso x reader #toji x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #itadori x reader #itadori yuji x reader #yuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader

[ghouljams]

Noooo that moose thing freaks me outtt. The thought of something not human talking in the voice of someone you know? Naaaah if I was the witch I would NOT be leaving that house until Price is 110% certain that thing is GONE.

-🦖

You peak put the back window into your garden, the curtains pulled just enough to let you see without showing you're watching. That thing is still put there. You can see it peaking out from behind a tree, watching your house like you're watching it. Both of you waiting for the other to make a move.

Price wanders by your fence and glances around, looking between your window and your garden. You point at the wall insistently. He raises a brow, fingers picking up the neatly folded note you'd left him. He reads it, turns it over to check the back, folds it and tucks it into his pocket. He disappears and you wait.

Someone, Price, knocks on your front door and you scramble to answer it. Price raises a brow as you grab his wrist and pull him inside. Your threshold pops a little, but settles politely back into its usual wards.

"Well this is a nice surprise," Price smiles as you pull him through the house, "Thought your bedroom was to the right."

"What?" You pause in your kitchen, hand on your back door, to look over your shoulder at Price.

"Hm?" He hums, you narrow your eyes at him. He looks perfectly happy to hold your hand and be dragged through your home. As if this is the most natural place for him to be. You don't have time to examine that.

You shake your head and pull your curtain to the side to peak through and check if the moose is still there. It's right at the wall now, apparently motivated by Price's presence. Once again it's horns scrape your threshold as it butts its head against your brick garden wall. You shudder, squeeze Price's hand a little tighter. You feel him move behind you, his chest against your back as he looks over your head at the creature.

"That what scared you the other day?" He asks low, you can feel the rumble of his voice in his chest. You close your eyes, grounded in the smell of tobacco and the firm pressure of his body against yours.

"How d'you know if I was scared?" You open your eyes again, keep them carefully on the moose. It can't break through your wards but that doesn't mean you can't feel it trying.

"You pulled," he doesn't move anything but his head, dropping it to press his lips against the shell of your ear, "if you'd called-"

"I need you to chase it away," You tell him quickly, not confident in your resolve to get him out of the house again if let him say anything further. Price pauses.

"Not kill it?" You shiver at his tone, at the way he murmurs it directly into your ear, smooth and confident. You don't like unnecessary death, and while you're sure that creature is dangerous you have no reason to wish it was dead.

"No, just- just get it away from me. Tell it I'm not on the menu." You mumble feeling the tickle of his beard against your neck.

"For it, or-"

"For everyone," You elbow Price to get him away from your vital points. He pulls back. You're not sure if he was kidding, but you're suddenly reminded that he's not supposed to be so close to you.

"And what's in it for me?" Price asks, suddenly all business. You knock your forehead against the window a few times. The moose looks up at the noise, staring straight through your window with its horrible glassy eyes.

You weigh your own fear, the danger of the moose, the effort Price is going to. Honestly this isn't a big ask of him, you're sure he's in very little danger and telling something to fuck off isn't exactly hard work. If you were closer you might ask him to just do it as a favor, but you don't want to have that favor called on as things currently stand. He's being respectful by asking upfront. You like that about him.

"A meal." You tell him finally, "I'll cook you something, dinner. Not tonight, I don't have anything good." You think, Price let's you, hasn't given you a deal or no deal, "Wednesday? Does that work for you?" You look back at him and he's smiling.

"Dinner Wednesday, it's a date."

"It's not a date."

"It's a date." He reassures you, opening your back door to go chase off the not-moose. You almost hope the moose kills him, you're really starting to regret even letting Price in the house.

#fae!Price #oc: witch #john price mw2 #captain john price #john price x reader #john price x oc #Price with a vested interest in getting rid of the moose but now cant kill it: u gotta go man

[deandoesthingstome]

Wake Up Call

Word Count: 2463

Warnings: mild feelings of despair, comforting Sy, gentleman Sy, Sy’s liberal use of ‘baby’ and ‘sugar’ (but is that even a warning anymore? don’t we just expect it?), more smut,  oral (both f and m receiving), fingering, cowgirl, missionary, doggy style, generous lube use (it’s a plot point, but IYKYK). Please let me know if I missed anything for you.

A/N: I couldn’t get dog trainer!Sy out of my head, so I moved you in with him and got straight to the sex. Ginger still has some behavior issues. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Captain Syverson or Sand Castle, but I do own these words, so please do not copy or repost as your own. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are amazing.

You shut the door hard and sink to the floor as soon as you wrangle Ginger inside the house. Aika pads in from her spot in the living room and gives a quick hello sniff to G then turns her attention to you.

Her gentle nudges and G’s face licks and wiggly butt can't stem the hot tears of frustration beginning to stream down your face as you replay the scene over and over.

"That dog needs to be put down," the old lady hissed as she passed you on the path.

She'd stared straight at Ginger as you were trying to put her in place, but you couldn't collect your dog's attention before the woman made direct eye contact with her. Ginger went a little nuts, but you held fast to her lead, trying to back away slowly with a firm pull, no tugging or yanking. Just like Sy taught you.

"Sugar, back so soon?" Sy calls from the kitchen. "Dinner's almost ... baby, what happened?"

Sy drops to his knees on the ground next to you, touching your shoulder gently. You know what he's looking for as you feel his eyes sweep over you, even with your head hanging low.

"I'm fine. Nothing's broken," you sniff. "Just some mean old lady on the path."

"Someone say sumthin'?"

"She said I need to put Ginger down just 'cuz she growled at her. Didn't even lunge, Sy. I was so proud of her for a hot second but I didn't grab her attention fast enough and then the lady.."

"Fuck. That's Betty. She's a real piece a work. Dontchu listen to a thing she says. Woman's got a real hard-on for anything bigger’n a teacup." Sy unhooks G from her lead and gives her a good pat. "She don't even like Aika. Can you believe that?"

Sy sends Aika off and turns to sit next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and drawing you close.

"Come on, don't even spend another thought on it. You're doing great with Ginger. And there's probably gonna be some bad days. Happens to the best of 'em."

"Not Aika," you sniff again. "She's the perfect dog. Never goes nuts in public..."

Sy interrupts your self-pity party. "Baby, no need to compare. Ginger is her own dog. And she's got a different history you're trying to overcome."

"But.."

"No buts. 'Cept maybe this one," he smirks as he slides his hand down your back and under your seat, giving it a soft squeeze. "Now come on. We got one night before your trip and I made your favorite meal. Lemme wine and dine you outta this funk."

You lean closer to him, if that's even possible, amazed at the way this gruff, scruffy man can say the softest things to ease your troubled mind. He never makes you feel a fool for the way you handle your shit, especially with Ginger. He just waits for you to ask for help unless he sees a danger, and even then he's so respectful as he passes on advice. He never tells you what to do.

"I need a shower. Do I have time?"

"Can you make it a quick one? I think the timer's gonna go off in about 10."

You nod and let him help you up, relaxing into the bear hug he pulls you into. He kisses the top of your head, then gives your ass another squeeze and a pat.

"Now git. And put on something comfy," he smiles as you head down the hall.

You’re dressed and at the table in 15, foregoing a hair wash in favor of picking out something a little less comfortable. It is your last night with Sy for a bit, after all. The quick, steamy shower helped release the last bit of tension left after Sy calmed you down, and now you really want to make the most of the evening.

“Woman, did you just want to skip dinner altogether?” Sy exclaims, as you set yourself down at the table, meal already served on the plate in your space.

“What? Does this not meet the dress code for this restaurant?” you smirk back at him, smoothing your hands over the lacy camisole set you picked out. “You certainly seem a little overdressed.”

Sy scoots out his chair, stands, and tosses his napkin on the table. “That’s it. I’m sure glad to see you’re feeling good already. Let’s see how much better I can make it.”

You squeal as he scoops you out of your chair, tosses you over his shoulder, and heads down the hall. “What, no wine?”

“Later!” he promises, spanking your ass for good measure.

He treats you real nice in bed, though. Mouth on your pussy, just like he likes to start. Makes sure you're screaming his name before he lets you have any fun of your own with him. When you come down, you urge him on his back so you can sink down onto his hard, thick cock and ride him into another round of oblivion.

“You been practicing or something? Keeping in control while I’m up here just losing my damn mind?” you sigh, as you drape yourself over his chest and let him caress your back while you keep him warm and hard inside you.

“Just wanna be sure I can make tonight last, baby. Always love to see how many times I can getcha anyway,” he growls into your ear in a way that makes it easy for you to imagine it won’t take much longer for him to make good on that promise. “You ready for another?”

He doesn’t even wait for you to answer before he flips you on your back, slipping out for just a moment so he can add a little lube and then repositioning to get the right angle. You sigh and moan into his ear while he slow-strokes you into another blinding explosion.

“Damn, sugar. I ain’t lasting much longer after that one.”

“Then don’t. C’mon, Sy. Lemme make you feel good too .”

You press his chest off you and urge him to roll over on his back while you prop yourself up on your side and take hold of his cock, slick with lube and your own juice. You pump him slowly a few times, watching with pleasure as he groans at the tease.

“Baby, you better do something more’n that or I’m gonna flip you over again and take care of this myself.”

You kiss him deep and hard to shut him up, dragging your thumb over his slit and pressing the edge of your forefinger into his sensitive spot, just below the head. He groans into your mouth again and before he can say another word you release his lips and bend over, taking him deep down your throat.

He mutters a “fuck” as he reaches to pull your hair out of the way so he can see you bob up and down, tongue dragging up and down his shaft. He lasts all of two minutes with you glancing sideways at him, catching his eyes and making sure he knows how much you love doing this for him, too. Then he pulls you off, tosses you back to position, rolls over, and slips back in, dragging his cock in and out with a reckless abandon.

When he’s done, he cleans you both off, and asks if you finally worked up your appetite. You are loath to leave the bed, but you are starving so you grab his t-shirt from the floor before he can. You slide it over your head, inhaling his scent as you head back to the dining room.

Sy follows close behind in just his boxer briefs and grabs the plates from the table to pop in the microwave.

You skip the wine though, knowing you have to be up early for your flight and not wanting to risk a hangover along with being sex-drunk. Sy sends you off to bed while he finishes stowing the leftovers and cleaning up the kitchen before he joins you. You sleep, but not well, too nervous about your upcoming trip.

You're awake for several minutes before you feel him skim his fingers over your bare skin, tracing the curve of your hip, up your ribs, under your breast. He cups the weight with a little pressure as he catches the nipple between forefinger and thumb.

"I know you're awake," he sighs into your ear, teasing the nub hard as he scoots his hips closer against you. "I got something for those nerves."

You let out a small scoff as your body responds without a thought, back arching and ass pressing into him.

"I need to sleep. It's a long travel day tomorrow," you whisper, even as you twist your arm back to catch his head and hold him close, feeling his lips and soft scruff trace along your neck.

"C'mon baby. Lemme have you one more time before you go." He scoots back a bit, making room to gently pull your shoulder and lay you down flat before sliding his hand down your belly and cupping your mound.

A small gasp betrays you as he presses a finger along the crease, searching for the moisture he knows he's provoked. He finds it and teases out more, circling your clit before dipping a finger deep.

"Sy..." you start to protest without a hint of resolve.

"You'll be gone a week. Lemme leave you satisfied."

"You did that last night. Quite a few times as I recall," you smirk even while lifting a leg to drape over his as you turn again towards him.

"Extra credit then."

You hear the smile in his voice, the one paired with the wink you can never resist, but a dull ache threatens to derail you.

"I don't think we used quite enough lube that last time," you admit with another whisper, this one against his lips before you lick into his mouth and search out his tongue.

"Mmm... I gotchu baby. Lemme just..." he presses you back, peeling your leg from his hip, then scoots down and over, working his shoulders between your thighs and forcing a bend to your knees. "Yeah, this'll work."

You trace the stubble on his head as he settles in, catching your pearl with his lips before letting his tongue drag through your folds.

"God, Sy..." you moan.

"Gonna make you feel so good, baby."

"Mmm, you always do," you end with a deep sigh as he sinks two fingers in beside his tongue. You let your knees fall open wider and undulate your hips slowly, meeting the languid pace he's set as he nibbles and licks and pumps in and out of you.

"More, please," you beg, already so worked up.

"Yeah, I gotchu baby. Knew you needed a little something more to keep you warm while you're away." His voice is seductive while his fingers keep stroking, searching and finding the most sensitive parts inside you.

"Love it when you do this," you reply, pulling him close again and making sure his lips latch on before you let go and grab the sheets.

He takes his time, knows exactly when to back off so you don't come too fast. He wants to make this last and give you a proper send off but you beg him to go faster, grinding your core up into his face.

He presses your hips back down, and with a soft chuckle, asks "You sure you don't want me inside you, sugar?"

You give in, then, pulling at his shoulders and searching for his mouth as he climbs up over you, arms braced on either side of your head. You feel the wet tickle of his beard and taste yourself on his tongue, wrapping your arms and legs around him, the heat from your pussy seeking him out.

"Yeah, I thought so," he growls into your ear. "Hold up, hold up."

He presses himself back to his knees, easily breaking your hold and reaches over to the nightstand. You hear a top pop and then a squeeze. You brace for the cool liquid, but he takes a few more seconds and when it hits, you realize he warmed it up between his fingers and you sigh again at this thoughtful, sexy beast of man who is now wrapping his lubed and slicked up hand around his cock, sliding slowly inside you before easing his chest back down against you.

"Feel good, baby? Need me to fuck you nice and slow for a bit?"

"Sy, I swear to god, if you don't start fucking me like you mean it, I ain't coming back after this trip," you tease, grabbing his ass and trying to work the piston into his hips.

He laughs and ignores you for a minute, taking his time, grinding low and slow as he captures your lips to shut you up now. His mouth is hungry against yours, tongues tangling and mapping out space before he pulls back, pulling gently on your lower lip to release a groan from you.

"Don't make idle threats, sugar. You know you couldn't quit me if you tried," he teases. 

You wrap a leg around his hip again, no pressure, just making space for him to dig deeper while you hold his neck and kiss him back hard.

When you can't stand it anymore, you beg again.

"Sy, please."

"Whatchu want, baby, hmmm? Tell me."

"Fuck me, Sy. Please."

"Ain't that what I'm doing, sugar?"

You can hear the mischief in his voice. He knows exactly what you want right now but he wants you to tell him.

You press his chest back and scoot out from underneath him, flipping over and raising up on hands and knees.

"Fuck me, Sy. Don't hold back," you demand over your shoulder.

"Yes ma'am," he replies, like the gentleman he is. One more squeeze of lube, just to make sure he doesn't do any more damage than you're asking for, and you feel his hands on your hips dragging you back against him as he slams his cock into you full force.

He sets a grueling pace at the outset of this favorite position, knowing he'll pour a thousand tiny explosions into you before he gives you both that final shove over the deep end.

You collapse as he pulls out and drops beside you. Normally, he'd be up grabbing a warm, wet washcloth to clean you up, but he snuggles close and sighs heavily into your neck.

"Gonna miss you, baby."

"Me too," you turn to press your lips against his. "Me too, Sy. But I'll be back before you know it."

The wake up call is a bitch.

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[xvmgnhao]

Pool Party.

Vernon x reader. (s)

Synopsis: Vernon likes thick girls in bikinis.

Warnings: cunilingus, slight nipple play.

Vernon watches as you walk through the gate into Chan’s backyard. He watches as you shyly stand off to the side until Chan runs up to you and brings you into a seemingly warm embrace. You hug him back and smile brightly.

Vernon was intrigued. The way your short plump body clung to Chan’s arm. Chan dragged you around introducing you to everyone. Finally he makes it to Vernon.

“Vernon this is my childhood friend Y/N!” Chan says excitedly. “She’s visiting and thinking about moving out here.”

"Hi. I'm Hansol or Vernon." Vernon says reaching out to shake your hand. He watches as you extend your small hand and grabs it giving it a firm squeeze reveling in how soft your hands are.

"Y/N." you say smiling causing your dimples to show. If Vernon could melt he would've been a puddle by now.

"Come on let's get in the pool." Chan says turning away and tugging on your hand. You shuffle after him quickly towards the pool. You look back at Vernon and see him already watching.

Vernon watches as you stand at the edge of the pool with Chan. You say something to Chan and grab on to the bottom hem of your oversized shirt.

You pull it off quickly and walk to put it on a chair behind you.

Vernon practically drools watching as your tight bikini top squeezes your boobs causing them to slightly spill out. Your bikini bottom is just low cut enough that he can see your cute pudge poke out.

At that moment Vernon tells himself that he needs to have you. He watches as you walk back to the edge of the pool and grab ahold of Chan's hand. You and Chan raise your arms in the air and jump into the pool.

Painfully hard Vernon stands up and walks towards the back door. Avoiding all of the people that would stop him to talk. He hurries to the bathroom. Closing the door and pressing his back against the door.

Gripping his swollen bulge and groaning loudly into the the pit of his elbow. He turns around one hand pressing against the door and one rubbing hastily at his dick. He slides down his shorts taking his warm length into his hand and stroking it firmly.

He shifts to lean against the counter. He strokes his dick wishing it was your soft hands.

You listen silently slightly shocked as you head Vernon moan your name. You turn the knob and quickly open the door sliding inside and closing it quickly behind yourself.

You watch amused as Vernon scrambles away from the door with wide eyes.

“I didn't take you a gross pervert Hansol." You say smiling lightly.

"Fuck Y/N what are you doing in here?" Vernon says pulling his shorts back up.

"Well when I hear my name being called I come. Plus I was just trying to find the bathroom." You say tilting your head curiously. "Were you touching yourself to me Hansol?"

“It's not what it looks like. Your name just rolls off the tongue easily and I just couldn't stop thinking about you. And you're so cute, your dimples, your ass, especially your face. Fuck your face is so beautiful." Vernon rambles staring off into nothing.

"Sounds like you have a crush." You say stepping closer to him. "And, luckily I find you quite intriguing also."

You step even closer to him pressing your fleshy chest against his. He shudders looking down at you. You grab his hand and place it on your butt. He automatically gives it a squeeze.

" You kno-“ your words are cut short as Vernon smashes his lips onto yours causing you to stumble slightly. His body melts into yours as he cradled you into his embrace. The kiss is passionate and needy.

You feel both of Vernon's hands trail down to the back of your thighs. He taps them light queuing you to jump. He holds you tightly you can feel his bulge pressing right against your clit.

Vernon moans into your mouth loudly. He parts from you walking over to set you on the counter. You both pant loudly just looking into each others eyes taking each other in at the heated moment.

"Fuck I can feel your pussy. I wanna eat you out." Vernon's breathes out unclipping your bikini top and letting it fall to the floor.

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth rolling the other between his fingers. You arch your back yearning for more of him. He stops suddenly dropping to his knees and spreading your legs.

He tugs at your bikini bottoms gently. You help him slide them off. He spreads your legs again.

"Your pussy is so pretty." Vernon says glancing up at your face. His warm breath fanning across your cunt. "So pretty and brown."

"Stop staring. You say shyly bucking your hips slightly.

"Why so shy now?" Vernon says smirking up at you.

He spreads you with his thumbs once more before diving into your cunt going straight to put his tongue inside you. You feel you his nose press against your clit sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Hansol" You moan out pressing your clit harder against his nose.

He pulls back breathlessly. You whine spreading your legs for him more.

"Keep moaning my name pretty" Vernon says before going back to pleasuring you.

Vernon's hand trails up your body landing on your tummy gripping it firmly. You squeak clamping your thighs around his head.

"Vernon let me down." You moan out sweetly. He pulls back from your pussy holding your waist as you slide down the counter and plant your feet on the ground.

"Keep going please...wanna ride your face standing." You say bashfully.

"Holy shit. That's hot." Vernon says hiking your plump thigh onto his shoulder.

He licks a strip up your throbbing cunt. Sucking your clit into his mouth. You cry out gripping his hair tightly. You move your pussy back and forth on his tongue chasing your high.

"Hansol." You moan high pitched. You feel one of his fingers slide into your entrance.

"I'm so close Hansol. Fuck me on your fingers." You say as your body starts to shake involuntarily.

Vernon adds a second finger curling them ever so perfectly sending you over the edge. You release into Vernon's mouth letting out strained moans of his name.

He's holding your tummy as you ride out your high on his tongue.

You finally calm down slumping against the counter. Vernon stands up holding you up with him.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He says smiling down at you.

"Why are you so good at that?" You say resting you head against his chest.

"Practice makes perfect.” He says helping you sit down on the edge of the bath tub.

"Of course." You say rolling your eyes jealously. You watch Vernon rummage through the cabinet and pull out a wash cloth.

“Don't worry. Your cunt is the only one I plan on eating from now on." He say smirking back you as he ran the cloth under warm water.

"Oh. You say suppressing your smile.

Vernon walks over to you and helps you stand up. He wipes the cum stuck to your thighs and pussy.

“Thanks.” You say grabbing up your bikini and sliding it back on.

You walk towards the door and start to open the door when it's closed from behind you.

You turn around to see Vernon watching you intently.

"Where are you going so fast? I haven't even asked you on a date yet.” He says tilting his head innocently.

"Oh I thought you just wanted it to be a one time thing.” You say frowning slightly.

“Definitely not. I don't only want your body I want all of you." Vernon says grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips kissing it gently.

End.

First fic let me know how you guys like it !!

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[mindshelter]

for your consideration: kon sleep-floats—and not only does he take the whole damn blanket with him, but it's often laid over his entire body like a corpse found at the scene of a tragic accident. only his feet are sticking out (he's very tall).

more than once, tim has woken up—shivering, rubbing away the goosebumps on his arms. kon's missing from his usual spot to tim's left; he looks around the room, but finds nothing. that's odd, tim thinks. kon's no night owl; he rises with the sun, and is dead as a rock until then.

tim looks up.

and there he is. kon isn't totally still—he's a wraith, tucked where the wall meets the ceiling. the blanket covers his face, torso and legs while the rest spills over the sides, fluttering with the slight sway of kon's body. he's midair, rocking lightly like the tides move with the moon.

"kon," tim says. "you look like you're possessed."

no response.

"kon," he says, louder, "they announced a wendy reboot."

no response.

"it's horrible. that's me as a werewolf?" tim says, casting bait.

if kon were awake, he'd perk up immediately, clear his throat, and finish the line: i'm so evil, and skanky... and i think i'm kinda gay.

"i still can't believe that's how you decided to come out to me," he mutters. kon had looked so serious that day, asking tim if they could speak privately, too. "get down, jackass. i'm cold."

the winds outside get more forceful, easing its way through the half-opened window. the breeze rustles the bedsheet, and the dim light that limns the folds of the fabric and kon's silhouette shift, white migrating over blue-grey. tim's fingers feel like ice.

"ignoring me? are you dead?" dead as a rock. dead as a corpse. dead as his dad, or something. "booster gold made a soundcloud. his first track is, um... get your boost on? parenthesis, let me show y'all how it's done, parenthesis. it's rap."

no response. he might as well be sleeping through the end of the world.

tim throws benny beluga at him (his boyfriend won it for him during a strength tester game at a date to the fair). benny hits what might be kon's butt, and tim's head a moment later. kon does not stir. tim rubs his arms again.

tim would had worn more clothes to sleep, but had figured a t-shirt and boxers would have been enough. kon runs warm, after all—heat always radiates from his hands, his sternum, and the crook of his neck where he lets tim bury himself. sometimes it's the only indication he's alive; during daylight hours, kon's chest rises and falls with what is both a steady, natural rhythm and completely fabricated—but he's unnervingly still while asleep, forgoing all the extra adjustments he normally makes to blend in and make the people around him more comfortable. tim sometimes checks his pulse just to be sure kon is fine. it's slow, but the ten-beats-per-minute he counts by placing a finger under kon's jaw is enough for tim to be sure kon is just resting.

the mattress springs creak and whine as tim stands, grabbing the blanket on either side. it's an exercise in futility; tim pulls—with all his might, mind you, but kon remains lodged in the corner above him. tim is faintly reminded of aerial silks when he lets his feet lift off the bed, holding himself midair with fabric wrapped around his elbows.

up this close, tim can more clearly see kon's arms dangling underneath the sheet.

when he drops back down to his feet, tim extends his own to find it again, pawing clumsily until his fingers brush what must be kon's wrist. a forceful tug does not get tim any closer to bringing kon down, but if tim is anything at all, he's a problem solver.

the next option—lacing their fingers together, and giving kon's hand a firm squeeze before tim pulls—brings him down a few inches. for a moment, tim stares at where their joined hands are hidden underneath the bedsheet, and gets on his toes to brush his lips against kon's knuckles.

he pulls again, and kon sinks another few inches. the scoff tim lets out is incredulous. you big baby.

another press of the lips against the knuckles, then the wrist. then the lower half of kon's bicep. with kon following tim's touches in his sleep, tim nudges his body until he's hovering just above his usual half of their bed, and finally uncovers kon's face.

you gigantic baby, tim thinks, brushing his fingers against kon's cheek. kon turns to it. "what are you dreaming about, you weirdo?"

kon leans into tim's cold fingers. he rolls his eyes before leaning down to leave a soft, lingering kiss against kon's lips.

and just like that—the mattress creases under kon's full weight. he still doesn't stir.

tim breathes a sigh of relief when he gets back under the blanket—his teeth stop chattering, and he tucks his legs further inward to leach off kon's body heat.

the fabric over them rustles again, the tiny adjustments tucking tim in more snugly as kon shifts closer, an arm sliding between tim's arm and ribs, sliding down to his lower back to settle—

"kon," tim says, because there's no way this fucker isn't awake, right? "that's my butt."

no response.

he sighs—kon is nearby, keeping the cold at bay, and he can feel himself sink rapidly back into sleep. interrogation tomorrow.

tim closes his eyes.

#timkon #my writing #dc #um. idk. have this thing i wrote on mobile in an hour

[forever-horny-sapphic]

Waking up from the sun hitting your room instead of your alarm makes for a good day.

What makes it better is rolling over to see your girl in her usual beautifully naked self sleeping like a baby.

Scooting closer to her without waking her up. I slide my arm under her head so she can use me as a pillow. Using my free hand to massage her exposed butt.

I start kissing her neck and shoulders. She stirs slightly but not enough to wake up. So I continued my hand movements down her legs. Using what little nails I have to scrape back up her sensitive leg.

Sleepy morning moans escape her, hands stretching above her head. No longer needing a pillow, I decided to take advantage and pin her hands above her head.

Doing this stirs her awake a little more, but not enough for her eyes to fully open. Using my one free hand, I give her hips a little guidance. Maneuvering her so her front is now flush with the mattress. Kissing every part of her back, my lips can reach.

Once this happens and her ass is on full display, she instinctly pushes her hips into the bed, seeking contact. Wanting to oblige, I give both cheeks two firm SMACK's. Then climbing on top of her. Not forgetting to shimmy down my boxers so she can feel my full bush on her bare ass cheek.

*A moment later*

Not caring if I wake her any longer, I search for my own contact by pressing her into the mattress with my hips.

Again and again and again

On the last one, I keep her hips pinned beneath me. The feeling is so nice I don't want to stop. But I remember the goal and release my hold.

Pulling my boxers back up, reaching inside the bedside table, I grab my favorite toy - 7in thick plastic cock that can be used specifically on brats 😉.

Once strapped and ready to go, I move back on top of her. Cock sitting perfectly snug between her cheeks as I lavish her back, neck, and side of her face with sweet kisses, every once in a while moving back n forth lightly on her skin with the tip of my nose - sweet then sour - as I bite down hard, leaving indents where my teeth have claimed her. She's fully awake now but continues to keep her eyes shut tight as I my lascivious praises continue.

I can feel things starting to heat up as mi Cariña is panting, trying to find more contact, more weight on her, more contact on her soaked pussy. She's writhing, needing some sort of release. I acquiesce, leaning off her I grab the base of my cock and slap it against her pussy. The wet noises coming from drenched , warm, inviting center are maddening. Shivers crawl up my spine.

Now, I am the one who needs more, more, more of everything. Kneeling behind her, I hastily swipe through her folds with two fingers. Gathering some of her own wetness and use it to warm up my cock. I slide the length of me through her folds. Which illicit THE SEXIEST noises and moans from her kissable lips. I bare my teeth to her back and sink them into her skin.

My hips start to take on a mind of their own and start prematurely humping her - gliding my throbbing dick through her as I move. "MORE," I grunt into her ear. She gives me a head nod, and this is my que.

I reach down between us, align the tip of me with her entrance, and languidly push into her. My attention shoots to her as I realize she's reaching for the sheets, the blanket, the pillow....anything she can to hold on while I let her get adjusted to me.

The sexiest whimpers fall from her muffled lips. Grinning, I lean as close to her as I can and whisper, "No puedo escucharte, Cariña. Se una buena niña para Papi y usas tus palabras".

At this her pussy clenches around me. Sweeter moans (which I didn't think were possible) continue to pour out of her. This gives me the encouragement I need, and I start to pump in and out of her.

Faster, harder, she takes all of me.

Not wanting this to end just yet. I glide my hand to her hamstring and lift up, so her knee resting it by her head... Did I mention she was flexible as all hell?? 😉

I keep my grip on her leg as I continue to thrust into her pussy, trying to hit the perfect spots, trying to pull those sweet "Fuuuuuck's" from her lips.

A bit later, sweat pulling between us, slapping noises coming from somewhere below us, she stills... toes curling, back tensing, and then she releases as her first of many orgasms for the day comes ripping through her.

#butch4brat #wlw nsft #brat4butch #lesbian poly #morning sex is the best way to wake up #clean shaven #and bush unite! #morning orgasms #its a long one #Cariña #soft somno #men and minors dni

[bohemiansweede]

LIVE AID

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Brian May

Brian’s POV

Warning mature

M/M

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I said goodbye to my good friend Bob Geldof

He wished us good luck

This was a huge event and he had done a tremendous job bringing so many artists together on this day

Both here in London but also in America and around the world in front of the TV

It made me so nervous that so many people were going to see us, but I talked some sense into myself that this was for a good cause

John were together with his wife and family

My wife Chrissie together with Rogers girlfriend Domenique we’re going to arrive a little later but of course in time to see us on stage

I then realised that Roger was alone

Maybe i should go and check on him

I saw the big trailer and just in front of it stood Freddie together with Jim

- Hello darling, we go and mingle around a little

You better go in and check on him

I nodded and waved goodbye to them

I opened the door

And half laying on the couch sat Roger

An half bottle of whiskey was in front of him and his eyes was hooded

His hand had a firm grip around his cock and he pumped his hand in a fast pace

I froze and just stared at him

My own cock started to stir in my pants

Suddenly he stopped

- Br.. Brian .. wh SHIT

He let his cock go and flung up from the couch zipped his pants and

starting to pace back and forth

- What the hell Bri … don’t you ever knock

I was still frozen

- Ehhm .. I

He grabbed his glass and took the rest of his whiskey down

Without a word I took a beer from the fridge, opened it and stood next to him half leaning on the counter

- Are you nervous Rog?

- Nervous? Fuck .. you just saw me jerk off and ask if I’m nervous..

- I’m sorry mate .. I.. I’m sorry, are you alright?

He looked at me , with still a little flushed cheeks and bit his lip

- Yeah.. I’m okay… but maybe i need a few more though

With a cheeky smile he held up his empty glass

- Is that wise? I mean.. it is us pretty soon

- You are such a good boy Brian

- Am I ?

Without thinking of it i have moved closer

Roger was wearing same shirt as earlier on the photoshoot

The blue colour looked good on him

I caught myself staring at him and I saw that his eyes were locked at me

He breathed more shallow and it felt like the time stood still

Carefully he placed his hand over my cock

I inhaled sharply

As an instant answer I placed my hand over his, it was still hard , my mouth started to water

Desperately I unbuckled his belt and saw his jeans fall to the floor

He squeezed my cock through my pants and I moaned loudly

Our lips crashed together

I felt the whiskey taste from his tongue and he moaned softly while he grabbed my butt with his hand

- Ahhh

We couldn’t stop

He whined a little when I started to move my hand up and down

His cock already started to twitch and he showed me away

We stood quietly and looked at each other

And like an invisible force we started again

He unzipped my pants and my aching cock were finally in his grip

I felt his calloused fingertips brushing over my throbbing vein and he started to kiss down my neck

My head fell back with a loud moan and i bucked my hips towards his hand so it went faster

-F..fuck FUCK

With a teasing smile he looks at me

- What do you want Brian?

He stopped

- N..no ..NO don’t stop..please

He looked a bit shocked at me

And I realised my eyes must have turned black

- Bend over

And he did

I was shocked myself over my sudden commando but i just had to feel him

He leaned over the counter and I touched the smooth skin on his ass

I let my finger brush carefully around his hole

He started to tap impatiently with his fingers on the counter

- Brian… p..please

I sucked on my index finger and let it touch his hole

Pushing slightly

Slowly slowly I entered his hole and he squirmed and moaned for me to take him

I let my finger go in deeper and I felt that he got more relaxed

I pulled it out and pumped my cock and made sure my pre cum should make it easier

Because i couldn’t wait anymore

- I want you to stroke yourself Roger

He nodded quietly and I let my head touch his hole

In a very slow motion I entered him in full

- OOHHH FUCK

- AHHHH

- SHIT Rog .. You are tight

I moved faster and faster

His legs started to shake terribly

My sweat landed on his lower back

His hand moved faster and soon he came with a loud cry

I felt that i could not hold back any longer either

It builded up inside me like a volcano

- Im coming Roger … I'm coming.. NOW!!!

I emptied myself in his ass and felt him squeeze my cock

We didn’t have time to even think when we suddenly heard giggling outside

We froze

There was a loud knock and an eager Freddie shouting

- Are you done in there boys… your girls are here

#queen #roger taylor #queen band #brian may #freddie mercury #queendom #my edits #live aid #maylor #maylor smut #roger Taylor smut #Brian May smut #on this day

[dynamitedemonlord999]

Fluffy-butt Situation pt6

(Sorry I was dealing with some writers block about this… and still am lol)

Katsuki gritted his teeth, “What is taking so long? Shouldn’t I have turned back by now?” He paced on his small paws in your room, alone as it was another school day for you. It had been nearly 5 days and STILL nothing!

Katsuki knew that he couldn’t hide any longer.. He had to get out and tell the pros what happened. Seeing how worried you were was starting to grow on him, he heard how you talked about the squad also bearing their share of worry. Especially Kirishima, ‘Tch, that damn idiot is probably running himself down like he always does.” Katsuki rolled his eyes as his tail ripped back and forth angrily. Turning to your door he knew he needed to escape this small prison, even if his pride was on the line and he would get made fun of if he was found out. But one thing was for sure and clear in his mind, he needed to escape. To figure out whose quirk made him like this and then beat them up to a pulp or use them as a training dummy for thinking they could take him down. 

The blonde, fluffy, cat stretched as he warmed up to escape between your legs as soon as you opened the door. It was close enough to the time you would be waking in. Sure enough you heard footsteps and the usual jingle of your keys. Some adrenaline began to spike in his blood, the thoughts of being a human again fresh in his mind as it looked like a prize which he wanted to win more than anythi- “King, I’m home.” Your voice broke the silence as you opened the door. Oblivious for the chaos that was about to erupt. As soon as he saw a space between you and the door, Katsuki’s claws dug into the floor as he launched for the door. Quick speed shot him at you as he wiggled through your legs and ran down the hallway. “What th- King?! KING WAIT!” You shouted, but he didn’t pay you any attention as he needed to get to Aizawa or someone- As he turned down a hallway there was a scream, looking up he felt his heart freeze as he saw wind coming near him. “MOVE IT!” He shouted as he jumped through some people’s legs to get away from your grabbing hand. “KING! KING COME BACK!” He heard you shout. “Got him!” Katsuki let out a shocked grunt as something grabbed him and pulled him up, turning around he let out a threatening yowl and swiped his claws at the person’s face. “Woah- woah you’re a fighter aren’t ya little guy?” Kirishima’s voice rang into his ears, making him stop for a moment. His friend held him firmly while using his own quirk to not be hurt by his cat claws. “K-Kiri?” “KING!” Your footsteps increased as his head snapped to see you pushing past Mina and Denki. “KIRISHIMA! PUT ME DOWN!” Katsuki yelled as he grunted and tried to get himself out of the rock’s grasps. “King!” Your arms took him into his embrace. Katsuki grabbed onto Kirishima’s hardened arms “NO NO! DAMN IT LET ME GO!” he shouted at you, “Aww what a cutie-” He heard Denki say. Katsuki’s head snapped “What Did You Say- *inhale* YOU WANT YOUR EYES RIPPED OUT STUPID PIKACHU!” 

King was losing his mind as he was a yowling, growling, hissing, fit in your arms. He seemed ready to jump at Denki now as you held him. You heard Denki’s voice choke “H-hes got such anger- I think he wants to kill me.” Mina giggled “Aww he’s just like Bakugou!” With that King made a leap to attack your friends who were coming closer for a better look. However you kept a firm grip and ripped him back. “No! KING!” You barked, the cat froze as he stared into your serious eyes “Stop This Right Now. Or Else.” You didn't have to finish your sentence, he knew what you meant and understood your seriousness. Clumps of hair were all over your clothes and even in the air as the cat seemed to fight you with every means it could. You sighed as you held him firmly against you “You’re in trouble for this.” You spat, some coldness could be heard within your voice. You turned and smiled at Kirishima “So sorry about him- he’s a stray so he doesn’t know much on how to behave.” “Oh it’s alright!” Kirishima waved it off and smiled back at you. “He’s cute- but scary” You heard your other friend whispering in the back. You heard a growl but you shushed him. The cat no longer glared at your friends as he had his face against your neck, his tail wagging fiercely as he growled quietly in your arms. You could tell the cat was somehow... embarrassed? Or simply didn't want to be near your friends as he hid from them. “What’s his name?” Kirishima asked as he gently touched the cats back. “King. Cause he’s a royal pain some days.” You teased, hearing another quiet growl vibrate on your neck. “Oh hush, sometimes you are your majesty.” You sighed “Well, sorry to run into you guys. But I’ve got to take this one back to my dorm- Oh! Could you guys keep it down about- him? I know we aren’t allowed to have pets just- I couldn’t leave him alone on the streets.” You said. Your friends nodded “Don’t worry- we wouldn’t want to lose our new buddy Kachan Jr-” You heard your friend’s voice stop as you heard a louder growl, looking down you saw King’s ears to the back of his head, he looked like he was going to eat Denki. “Ok, we’ll have a good day you guys- and sorry for King running into you all.”

Your friends waved you off as you carried your grumbling fur-ball away. You sighed in relief as you closed the door, locking it once more behind you. You walked to your bed and dropped your weight onto it, bouncing up and down a little. “Mrr” You heard his little voice, “King, you can’t run off like that. UA doesn’t let pets stay here. You could’ve gotten kicked to the streets and then what? I wouldn’t be able to take care of you anymore.” You sighed as you heard him growl once more. Reaching your hand to his fluffy head you scratched the back of his neck and head. After a moment you noticed his tail stopped whipping from side to side. He seemed calmer and leaned into you more. “I love you.” you spoke softly to your little fur baby. Bending down and kissing the top of his head. “And I don’t want to lose you too.” The cat looked up at you surprised. You sighed as you looked into its similar ruby, red, eyes. “I’ve- lost too many people. And it’s been-” Your lip quivered as you turned away and rubbed your forehead “I’m- worried Bakugou is- not ok. There hasn’t even been a sign of him. And- I don’t want something to happen to you too. I can't imagine what I-” You turned your head away as you took a deep breath, looking back to King who was only quietly watching you “Cats don’t live long. What if you got ran over? I’m not sure if I can completely deal with that right now.” The cat's eyes shrunk as his ears went behind his head once more, meowing you angrily. Almost as if offended that you would dare think so low of his intelligence. However you only shook away his angry yowls as you proceeded to pluck him from the bed and hold him close in your arms. Some tears wheeled in your eyes as your worry, your fear, your sadness wheeled within you like a hurricane. “You’re the only family I have.” Your voice whimpered. With that the cat stopped, you felt his head shift as you assumed he tried to look at you, however you instead continued to keep him close as you rested your head in the little furry neck. Taking in his scent, you smelt your laundry soaps from your bed along with something else you couldn't put your finger on. You felt his warmth and thought of Bakugou, ‘Is he ok? Will I ever get to see him again?’ Many other thoughts swam through your head like an overfilled bowl, you felt the cracks and currently you were letting out the loaded waters. You sought comfort but could find none- besides the small body in your arms.

After some time, of your quiet sniffs. You felt movement until you felt little arms wrap around your neck. Some quieted grunts came from King’s throat, but soon followed by nothing, allowing you to find comfort in the silence. Your hands ran through his soft, long, fur. Petting King usually wasn’t on the table as your hand’s were littered in scratches to prove he wasn’t a very friendly cat. As you held him, you felt King and your bond grow, they were stronger as you held each other. Unknowingly comforting each other through your own struggles.

Katsuki felt nervous, although he would never admit to himself. That he wouldn’t turn back. He wouldn’t be able to tell you ‘I’m here dumb idiot.’ That he would forever be stuck as a small furball. But seeing you in distress about his disappearance made him feel the urge to protect you. He wasn’t completely sure why but all he wanted to do was to shield you from the hardships, the pain, the fears of the world. To make everything bad disappear. Katsuki thought he couldn’t due to his weakening change, but upon being held for comfort and hearing your crying begin to die down, he realized even if he was stuck like this forever. He could still protect you, help you, even if he was small. Being in your arms he felt empowered in a new way, as if you showed him that he had a light he didn’t know about while he tripped and moved in the darkness. Katsuki wasn’t good with words which anyone could tell easily, but with his actions, he felt relief as he was useful for once this entire week.

As you held the cat you felt your worries die down, however not disappear, but your hope was rising back up again from the ashes it had dwindled into. “Thanks King” You mumbled, but the cat didn’t reply. Instead you two held each other for what felt like forever. Which, you wouldn't mind if it meant you wouldn't be alone.

Growing up, in Katsuki’s home he often worried about his mother turning around the corner and hitting him or dealing with some other version of her wrath. Making it to where he could never not be on alert, waiting for anyone to try to pick a fight with him or even harm him. However when it came to you- he found himself safe. It was a strange feeling, knowing he could fall asleep and you wouldn’t do anything besides tuck him in or sneak a few pets. As another day or so dragged on he found himself begin to not care as much if you pet him. But Katsuki soon realized that with him not being as defensive or attacking you anytime you would come within 3 feet of him- it led to a different sort of attack he wasn’t ready for.

You quietly walked over to your bed as King had his back turned to you. He slept the average hours of any cat, but you did noticed he’d let you pet him without trying to rip your fingers off. You slowly dropped your level and brought your face down to his side that ever so slowly raised and dropped. You carefully put your hands onto the kitty and began to pet his soft fur. King turned from a light sleeper soon to a heavier sleeper within the days and nights of staying with you. Making it easy for you to steal some pets and if you were lucky enough, even a few kisses. As you rubbed his belly you soon felt some vibrations under your touch, ‘He’s purring!’ you smiled brightly to yourself. Learning down you rested your face onto King as you felt his body tickle your cheek, your rubbed under his armpits and watched him raise his arms as he continued to sleep. “Aww, you’re so cute.” You cooed. Yet all good things come to an end, King made a grunting noise as he opened his eyes and raised his head. Looking over at who was bothering him, his eyes caught onto yours. You felt his eyes stare into your own with first what seemed to be shock- until his pupils nearly disappeared as they turned to slits. “Rrrrawwww-” King growled threateningly. “Aw, come on you grumpster-” The cat’s tail began to thrash around as you saw his ears pin down, a severe anger ringing in his vocal cords. You stood up and instead of running away you scooped him up and sat on the bed. “You’ve been so grumpy and won’t let me pet you. So stop acting like you don’t enjoy it.” You spoke as the cat pulled away from you and protested. Your size and strength simply overpowered him as you force cuddled King. His growls and yells to let him go went through deaf ears as you continued to give him some love. Petting him and kissing his head occasionally. After what felt like forever, King finally stopped his grunts as he fell silent. Still looking at you with anger, but not nearly as intense as it had been a moment before. In your mind you made a heavy breath of relief. To be honest- you were surprised you were still breathing and didn't have new piercings all over your face.

(The amount of typos I didn't realize were in here was hella embarrassing *Facepalm* I guess I was very sleep deprived- NEXT CHAPTER IS COMING SOON!)

#MHA fanfics #Cat Bakugou #Cat Bakugou x reader #Bakugou x reader

[marvelsimp]

Hostage

Green and Red Masterlist

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Genre: action, angst, fluff, comfort 

Pairing: platonic!Jason Todd x reader, platonic!batfam x reader, secondary!Kara Danvers x reader

Warnings: Unintentional misgendering. Character injury, blood, strangulation, hostage, canon typical violence

Description: Devon is haunted by the realization that the Joker may still be alive.

Devon’s Abilities: Trained in hand-to-hand combat and is trained to use most weapons 

Word Count:1695

     Everything is fuzzy. The sound. The touch. The taste. My vision starts to focus and I see a figure on the floor made of red, green, yellow, and black. I try to get up but I can’t move, my limbs are strapped down. A taste of metal becomes more evident in my mouth but I swallow it down as I realize I’ve been captured. 

A dark figure with a red head moves. I blink violently trying to tell who this figure is and assess the situation. Laughs and wheezes echo throughout the room. Oh no. Oh god.

The figure removes his helmet, revealing his green hair and pale face. I close my eyes trying to center myself and make a plan. The ropes won’t loosen with my force so I retaliate with screams of anger. 

He laughs and tilts his head; my eyes focus on a crowbar in his hand. He steps closer and I spit out the metallic taste, splattering red on his face. His pale hand wipes it across his face emphasizing his smile. Chuckles escape him as I attempt to release myself again. “Don’t you want to pull a joke on your old man?” He places a hand on my waist.

I resist the shutter that is fighting to release from my body. His ‘jokes’ aren’t quite to my taste. I was there to experience the aftermath of what happened to Babs. 

His cold, dry hands grab my throat firmly. I grit my teeth, trying to stop them from chattering. Two of the chair legs lift from the floor. “You’ll be a part of it either way.”

Strangulation isn’t the best for oxygen circulation. Trying to escape from my binds is of no use. Everything sharp has been taken from my suit and it’s tied so tightly that I can barely feel my hands. Breathing no longer becomes an option and everything is starting to go out of focus again. Black spots appear in my vision.

“HEY!” a new voice erupts. “What type of pussy hurts a girl when she can’t defend herself?” 

The clown’s laughs halt like he’s thinking of a comeback. My head feels like a cloud. He turns, letting me go. The chair slams into the concrete, rocking me back and forth. Coughing erupts as I attempt to breathe again. The Joker walks away from me to the form that’s growing clear to me as the black spots in my vision fade. 

“That isn’t funny…” his voice has grown deep, “… but do you wanna know what is?” His smile grows unnaturally wide. The Joker lifts his crowbar. I scream when I hear a crack.

***

 “Devon,” Kara’s voice breaks through my thoughts.

“He’s after me,” my voice is firm, too firm. I have to keep myself together. I turn to her.

Her face is full of confusion. “What?” she breathes.

     “I saw him, on a rooftop,” I allow a heavy pause as I gather my thoughts. “The Joker,” I force out.

Clark steps out of his office. His face turns serious as he looks at me then Kara.

     “He was wearing what he wore when he captured Jason and me,” I explain. “I know what I saw.” I wish I didn’t. 

     Clark frowns. “We need to get to the cave and tell them.” He breathes out harshly. “Kara, pick them up.” Before I can say a word wind is blowing in my face. Instinctually I turn into her chest, the feeling of weightlessness makes me nauseous. The sound of the wind echoing tells me we’re almost there and so do the blaring alarms.  

     “What the hell Superman?” Batman growls. He furiously types at the computer trying to silence the alarms. Tim butts in and turns them off. “What was the purpose of that, it takes two seconds to turn that shit off now I have to alert everyone everything is alright. You should know better than to show up una..” 

     “Bruce,” Clark’s voice booms and echoes through the cave. The Kryptonian turns to me, everyone else follows suit.

“He’s back,” I inhale. “The Joker.”

   The energy in the room changes distinctly. It was once full of frustration and maybe even confusion but now… The blood vanishes from my father’s face as he looks to Clark for confirmation. His face hardens. Tim pauses then stops typing entirely and stares at me. Fear is written all over his face.

     Jason’s death was not the last time we had all seen the Joker but Damian has never had the “pleasure” to be face to face with him in the year he’s been Robin. We all thought he was dead. We thought he went out with a bang and laugh, killing several hundred people in the process. Except for Bruce. He was convinced for months that he was still alive. He searched during that time but once Damian came around he stopped.

     “Are you sure?” Damian’s voice pierces, like a spear through the head. Painful, surprisingly quick. 

    The Batman snaps his head around and gives Damian an unapproving look. Damian is still the master at trying to undermine everyone. He questions everyone’s judgment and everyone’s skills, especially mine. Since in his mind I’m the first born.

     Nightwing’s face appears on the screen. His domino eyes are squinting. “Batman, report in, is there a breach?” 

 The bat turns to the screen.“False alarm, Nightwing. Code Green, I need you to come in. I’ll explain everything when you arrive.” Nightwing’s white eyes widen. His mouth opens to say something but instead, he nods and the screen goes black. “Drake, connect to all who were alerted to a breach.”

     Tim nods, presses a few buttons, and looks to Batman. The bat presses his finger to his ear. “Anyone and everyone listening, this is a Code Green. Report immediately on the secure channel, you know where to meet.” He removes his finger from the side of his head and turns, telling Tim to turn off Batman’s comm and listen for responses. “I appreciate you for bringing in Black Bat and keeping them safe but we have work to do.” 

     I never understood, why he was so particular about which heroes operated on Gotham-related missions. He refused their help even when he was looking for The Joker after Jason’s death. The one and only exception he’s ever made was when he arrived at the recently exploded warehouse that Jason died in. But that wasn’t even in Gotham.

     Kara turns to me, putting her hand on my face. I raise my hand to it. “I’ll be ok. I promise,” I smile. We both know I’m lying, nothing about this is going to be ok. “Go. I’ll keep you updated.”

    Her eyebrows tense like when she’s determined to do something but then she breathes out. “Say the word and I’ll be there,” there’s something in her voice that kills me. She gives me a worried look as I remove her hand from my face. Then she peeks around me and makes eye contact with Drake. He’s speaking to Batwoman on comms but nods in response and she nods back like they’ve made a deal. They’ve probably talked about the potential of this situation and the best way to deal with me. Or at the very least Tim promised to keep Kara updated. I hold her hand and kiss her before she lets go and flies away.

***

     I’ve taken a seat at the kitchen table in the upper part of the cave, just trying to get my thoughts together. I’ve already changed into my suit and am just waiting for the others to arrive. Damian looms in his usual spot not too far from me. The Batman is pacing around trying to come up with a plan. Tim is sitting next to me eating a poptart and drinking his usual coffee. He raises the second pop tart, offering it to me but I decline. I know if I eat it I might as well hover over the trash can waiting for it to return. 

     Damian’s had to have been silently standing there for fifteen minutes. Couldn’t he be a human being for fifteen minutes? He’s just standing and staring at our father waiting for orders. “Damian, I swear to god if you don’t take a seat,” I finally snap.  He glares at me for a moment then walks over. He grabs my chair and pulls it back causing two of the legs to hover for a split second then slam back down. My breath hitches. He then pulls up a chair but before he can even sit down I’m standing and slamming my hands on the table.

     “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I can hear the laughter start to flood my senses but I know it’s not real. I blink hard. Doesn’t he understand what this means? Doesn’t he of all people understand what it’s like to have to live your worst nightmare? I look at Damian and see an all-too-familiar costume. I have to remind myself that I’m in the cave. “I have been nothing but kind and caring towards you and you’re choosing to be a brat when I can’t fucking…” My voice cracks, and I can feel my body start to shake. I put my weight on my prosthetic leg, afraid that I am going to buckle to the floor.  Blood is dripping down Damian’s face. His eyes are dead. I lean on the table for more support, almost as if it’s going to save me from him. Cold hands grasp around my throat and the sound of metal hitting bone and flesh loops in my head.

      A hand is placed on my shoulder. I flinch but the touch is safe and warm. I can feel my hands are on a table and I feel my brother's thumb rubbing my face.

“Dev,” he says. “You need to take a breath.” He grabs one of my hands and puts it on his chest and takes a large breath. I follow his actions and attempt to breathe myself. I’m safe. I’m in the cave, with my brothers. Jason is long dead but the rest of us are safe.

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[honeymoonjin]

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A/N: dawg i am so fucking sorry this was such a longtime coming pls enjoy it >.<

DAY THIRTY TWO

You wake up in discomfort, muscles aching. Unsure entirely why, you lift yourself up off the pillows and attempt to stretch, arms arching over your head and legs stiffening out straight. The pull and release helps a little, but you still don’t feel right when getting up.

Your first thought is of the golden hands down the hall, but Taehyung sleeps like the dead, and you doubt his best work would happen when he was sleep-grouchy.

Instead, you come up with a new solution: yoga. A little birdie (okay, Taehyung, who seems to know everything about everyone in the house) once told you Jimin likes to do it every morning on the back patio before most of you wake up.

At first you dismissed it as a joke. Jimin is often the last person downstairs, and mostly everyone had assumed that meant he was a late sleeper. But you’re desperate, and it’s early, and you’re hoping perhaps there’s some truth to the rumour.

Getting dressed gingerly in some leggings and a thin shirt, you grab your phone and head outside to the second floor hallway, taking care to shut your door quietly. Yoongi, although he could fall asleep quickly, was also quick to wake from any noises, and you figure he probably needs the extra rest.

Tiptoeing on soft carpet, you make your way down the stairs and turn into the kitchen, almost banging headfirst into a solid chest. Slender hands reach out with lightning reflexes to steady you, and you glance up at the man in front of you.

“Look at you, earlybird,” Hoseok remarks cheerily. “What’s got you up before the sun?”

Aware of his ever-smoldering rivalry with Jimin, you shrug. “Thirsty.” To sell your point, you take a fresh water bottle from the fridge and crack it open, taking a swig.

Hoseok quirks a brow at your grimace - water in the mornings always tastes worse somehow - but shrugs it off, approaching you instead.

As he gets close, you instinctively step back to accommodate but he keeps moving forward until your butt is bumping against the counter and his body is barely inches away. “Hoseok,” you breathe, surprised at his behaviour so early in the day.

“You’re mine today,” he decides, eyes flashing dark with intent. A hand comes up, curling around your upper arm just firm enough to anchor his dominance. “It’s been too long since I really played with you, don’t you think?”

The throb between your legs agrees entirely. You swallow. “Yes, Master.”

“Mm, I’ve missed hearing that.” His eyes rake over you, not lustful but more so investigative, like he’s devising a hundred and one ways to make you fall apart for him. It does things to you, and you curse the wobble in your knees as he moves in closer, letting your bodies mold together. “I won’t tell you how I’ll ravish you today, princess, but I will give you one choice in the matter.”

“And what’s that?”

He grins, teeth glinting. “Who do you want to come watch?”

You suck in a breath without intending. Hoseok has always been the master of racketing your anticipation up to new heights, and a large part of you is thrilled to be back under his control again. He’s putting the decision in your hands for whose eyes you want on you as it happens, and you expect no matter what you choose now, he’ll tease you for later.

Considering each person, your answer comes embarrassingly fast. “Everyone.”

Like a vacuum opened, he pulls away from you suddenly, wide smile still adorning his face. “Then I’ll spread the word. Show starts at 7 tonight. Don’t be late, princess; you’re the opening act.”

Hoseok is gone before you can respond, but your tongue feels unresponsive anyway, brain whirring and sputtering. What have you gotten yourself into?

Him being the first to approach means you still don’t have the slightest inkling of what this week’s prompts are. Home, Sweet Home. Surely they weren’t allowed to actually take you home?

Dismissing the thoughts that lead you nowhere, you take your bottle and head outside, caught off-guard by the cool notes in the air. The sun is creeping over the horizon, or what you can see of it between distant Seoulite skyscrapers, and it’s yet to send its rays down to you.

The air fills your lungs and wakes you up even more than Hoseok’s proposition did. Stepping onto the veranda, you search what you can see of the backyard, looking for Jimin.

Your eyes almost skate right over him. He’s literally folded in half, standing with his head by his knees and his arms wrapped around the back of his legs. He’s closer to the pool than you expected, a purple yoga mat protecting his bare feet from the cold concrete.

You approach, cursing yourself that you didn’t think to bring one yourself. You have comfortable sneakers on, but you recall yoga involving more than just standing.

He rolls back up gracefully when you’re just stepping onto the pool veranda. His hair isn’t as perfectly set as it usually is; it seems Taehyung’s idea that he did yoga before getting ready for the day was true. Instead, his locks are slightly rumpled and fluffy from sleep. The blue dye is beginning to loosen its hold and grow out to dark roots, but it just makes him look more domestic and human to you. Cheeks pink, eyes soft brown without contacts in, in your mind he’s never looked better.

But of course, the second he sees you, that’s not what he thinks. His eyes fly wide, mouth a perfect o. “Y/n, what are you doing out here? I’m not even- Stop looking at me like that!”

You tip your head to the side in question even as a fond smile grows. “Like what?”

“Like I’m…” He huffs, unable to put words to it.

You’re more than happy to fill in the blanks. “Like you’re the most gorgeous person in the world? No, I don’t think I will stop.”

Jimin blushes, though he turns away to hide it, busying himself with taking a drink of water. “I haven’t even washed my face yet,” he complains in a small voice.

“That doesn’t change my opinion,” you deflect simply. “If it takes me complimenting you relentlessly for you to see it, I don’t mind.”

He stiffens slightly. “I’m allowed to hate things about myself. It doesn’t just go away, that way of thinking.”

Your heart breaks, wishing you could pull him into a hug, not wanting to overwhelm him. “Then I’ll love them for you.”

“You can’t get this deep with me before the sun’s even up.” Jimin pauses, and you can see the acceptance wash over him in the way his shoulders relax. He turns to you, eyebrows raised with a small, appreciative grin. “My question still stands, by the way. What are you doing out here?”

You allow him to change the subject, happy to see a smile brighten his face. “I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind a partner? I slept wrong last night, I’m in serious need of stretching and I thought you might be able to help.”

He hums, rolling his shoulders back as he looks you up and down. “You can share my mat,” he decides after a moment, “I don’t want you hurting your knees or getting your clothes dirty.”

“Aye aye, captain,” you chant in gratitude, slipping off your sneakers to step on the supportive material in your socks. Your leggings and top will do the job, but you do feel a little underdressed next to Jimin.

He clearly wasn’t expecting company, so you know his outfit is for function and personal expression. It’s something you don’t see as often as you’d like, as he still mostly falls into the habit of dressing as a statement of power. Here, he’s in leggings too; a cool, slate grey with a darker trim that runs up his outer legs. His white cotton shirt is loose but not oversized, though it’s sleeveless and the arm holes run lower and wider than is necessary. Beneath, you can see sneak peeks of his taut build as he rolls his shoulders back and forth to loosen up again, indicating you should follow.

With a bracing breath, you begin matching his movements, wincing when your spine immediately shifts and clicks noisily. With a raised brow and a smirk of bemusement, Jimin tuts at you. “Breaking your back is meant to be a euphemism, you know. I hope nobody else is responsible for that.”

“Don’t worry, just my terrible posture and sleeping habits,” you fire back lightly, mimicking his movement as he tips his head to the left, using his left hand to weigh it down, and reversing to the opposite side.

“We haven’t even started my usual routine, and you’re popping like a glowstick,” he drawls, “I have every right to worry.”

You huff at him, lifting your brows. “Nothing an expert can’t solve.”

“Mm, I’ll do my best. Alright, let’s just start with child’s pose. Knees on the mat, lean yourself forward, that’s it…” You follow the soothing lilt of his voice as he instructs you to stretch your arms out on the mat directly in front of you, forehead steady on the supportive material. It’s a little basic, and you pause, assuming he’s going to let you sit here for a moment or two before moving on.

But Jimin doesn’t seem to be entirely satisfied. You gasp when you feel a firm hand run up the middle of your back, pressing you down and away. “Walk your fingertips forward,” he instructs, his free hand dipping into your line of vision as he demonstrates on the mat, inching them further and further.

You obey, and instinctively suck in a breath of surprise at the alien feeling. Your whole back feels like it’s stretching out, giving the bones and ligaments room to breathe. Even your shoulders sing in relief at the lift. “Woah, okay.”

The pressure between your shoulder blades remains. “Now stay there. Feel it. You need this.”

He’s right, and as you relax into it, it feels like your body is stretching further, unwinding all the tension you’ve carried in your torso. It feels amazing, but his hands on you make you crave a different kind of release.

Swallowing, you press your forehead intently against the mat and will those thoughts away. “How long do I stay like this for?”

“Ready to move on already? In some of my classes, we’d hold each pose for four minutes, but perhaps that’s too advanced,” Jimin teases. The weight of his palms on you lifts as he straightens up, indicating you should do the same. “Slowly,” he warns, “you don’t want to get dizzy. Alright, where do you still feel sore or tense?”

Pausing to consider this, you roll your shoulders, twist your neck and generally wriggle around, seeking a tough spot. “My back, still, below my shoulders.” Pushing your hands against the small of your back and arching, you sigh as the vertebrae click. “Yeah, definitely.”

“Okay, well, don’t do that,” Jimin scolds gently with a furrowed brow. “I think we can do a supine twist.”

“A what now?”

“A supine twist,” he repeats, lip curling into a jovial smile. “Or, if it’s easier, you could call it a supta matsyendrasana.”

You blink. “Supine twist,” you parrot back in monotone.

“Thought so. Alright, on your back, then. Legs out flat.”

Ignoring his bemused look, you follow the instructions and hum happily when you get to lie down and stretch out. Despite the relative eventfulness of the morning, the position has your eyelids feeling heavy immediately. “This is great, but I think I’m just going to fall asleep. And my back still feels like shit.”

Jimin stands above your head and crouches down, mock-glaring at you with his face upside down to yours. His hair hangs low, almost tickling your nose with how long it’s gotten. “Do you think I’m going to give you all the instructions at once when you’re a novice? Be patient.”

You scowl up at him, trying to act like his proximity isn’t affecting you in a different way. “I’ll you show you novice,” you huff.

“That’s not a particularly hard-hitting threat,” Jimin replies airily, and taps your right shoulder.” Stretch your arm out, 90 degrees to your body. That’s it, now right leg up, bend at the knee, and turn your lower half to rest it on your left side. Keep your head facing the right.”

Mind glitching, you pause, right leg hovering uncertainly in the air. “Uhh-”

With a smug click of his tongue, Jimin reaches out to hook your right knee, and you feel your waist twist around as he pulls it to the left. Your foot touches the ground beside your left hip, and Jimin’s hand slides up to press at your thigh, pushing it down until your knee is flush against the mat. Keeping your gaze to the right as he asked, you feel a peculiar but satisfying stretch in your back, as it twists in the middle.

Your right hand feels a little tingly, and you wiggle your fingers as you marvel at the sensation. “How do people come up with this stuff?” you wonder aloud.

Jimin’s hand hasn’t left your thigh, gently squeezing it every few moments with the natural flex of his fingers. “They know a lot about the body,” he responds easily. “It’s complex but not a complete mystery.”

With your gaze turned to the side, most of your body is out of your line of sight. All you can see is the extension of your right arm, and the point where the poolside concrete turns to grassy backyard. The house rises up, but you’re too distracted to squint and try and spy any movement inside the windows.

Your blindness to the rest of your form only makes it more thrilling when you feel the warmth of Jimin’s hand slowly glide higher up your thigh, until his fingers rest directly over your clothed crotch. In this strange position, a narrow sliver is vulnerable between your legs where they cross, and you can feel the pressure of his fingertips as he rubs you almost too slowly to tell.

You suck in a breath, waiting a few moments to confirm it. Jimin’s silent, gauging your reaction. You feel lightheaded even laying down. “Jimin,” you utter, “I think you’re ruining the sanctity of this spiritual pursuit.”

“Am I?” he questions rhetorically. His index and middle finger press down over your covered clit, making you twitch. “You sound like Jin.”

Blinking, you fight the urge to drop the stretch and spread your legs shamelessly. “Does that make you want to fuck me more or less? Wait, don’t tell me, I might get insulted.”

He chuckles breathily, and your heartbeat jumps when you feel the hot breath on your neck, a lot closer than you thought he was. You can barely see his form shadowing your peripheral. “I don’t have what I need to complete my prompt out here,” he mentions casually, voice rumbly against your ear.

“Huh?” you blurt before your mind catches up. “What does that mean? You wanna move?”

When he moves closer, you feel his lips brushing against your earlobe. “It means I’m doing this just because I want to,” he explains, teeth briefly nipping at the skin, giving it a small tug, “and because I can.”

With that, his grip between your legs turns iron-tight, two fingers pressed over your throbbing core as the rest tighten on the meat of your ass, holding you down as he bends even lower, tongue flat and wide as it runs obscenely up your neck.

You gasp, arching as much as you can, but the twist gives you little movement. The air feels even cooler on your newly-damp throat, but Jimin doesn’t give it much chance to feel the breeze. He closes in on you, taking advantage of the sensitive skin, nipping at sucking at it hard enough to bruise.

While your body remains helpless, your hands flail, right palm slapping against the mat and left one flying up to bury itself in Jimin’s hair.

He’s messy with it, encouraging you to rock as best you can against his fingers while he lights up the left side of your neck with teeth and tongue. You feel a trickle of saliva run around the back of your neck, making your whole body shiver, and the sinful sound of him chuckling against you vibrates the skin.

“Ji- Jimin, please, I-” The dull pressure against your core isn’t enough, but it’s still so good that you can’t keep still, whining for more.

His kisses move higher, cresting your jaw and chin, free hand slipping under to lift your head up to face him. His eyes are blown with arousal, lips swollen and pink. You must not look much better yourself, because he curses and slips his thumb between your lips, encouraging you to suck.

“Other side,” he rasps out, eyelids fluttering when you tighten your lips around his thumb, scraping your teeth against the pad of it. For a moment, your brain doesn’t comprehend him, but when the pressure on your ass and thighs let up, you realise what he’s requesting of you.

Clumsily, not letting go of his thumb as you swirl your tongue on it suggestively, you close your eyes and stretch your right leg out straight, sighing at the way your muscle aches slightly. Swapping over, it’s your left arm that stretches out this time, and your left leg that twists over, reversing the pose.

You can’t lie and say that the position itself doesn’t feel great for your body, but you can barely appreciate the health benefits when, the second you turn your head to the left and expose the right side of your neck, Jimin pounces like a wildcat to cover it up just as enthusiastically.

His thumb falls out of your mouth when you moan openly, lifting your leg up slightly in the hope that it’ll give him more room to slip his hand between. Even with his face pressed up firmly against your throat, he still manages to read your body effortlessly. His fingers dive in, on an angle this time so that he can press his whole palm against your aching core.

You feel so empty, every pinch of teeth and harsh suck making you clench around nothing, but his fingers are deft even through layers of clothing, and as you’re held down by the insatiable man, you find yourself on the unmistakable path to orgasm.

Surprised you could be this aroused to possibly reach orgasm with such little direct stimulation, you gasp, mouth fumbling to get something coherent out. “Jimin, please, god, I’m gonna- don’t stop, give me more, plea- fuck.”

You’re out of breath, panting with toes curling against the mat and neck ablaze. He increases the pressure and speed of his hand between your legs, but his lips leave you.

Whining in confusion, you swallow back your frustration and go to turn your head back up to investigate, but within seconds, your nerves are alight again.

Rough enough to snap more than a few threads, Jimin uses his free hand to tug down your shirt and bra over your chest, exposing your breasts. Like a man starved, he descends upon your right nipple and you cry out at the sudden attack of sensation.

If possible, he’s even rougher here than he was with your neck. Closing his teeth around it and tugging enough to send sparks of pain deep into your chest, he laps over it openmouthed, sucking and rolling the bud until you feel yourself going insane with it.

Your orgasm hits you with a single, intense jerk that jostles his lips free. When he sees you start to convulse and rock mindlessly against his hand, he lets out a breathy, pleased sound, and descends his lips on yours for the first time.

You have no energy in you to kiss him back, but he’s content licking into your mouth and nipping at your lips as the pleasure makes your eyes curl back. You find yourself unable to control your own muscles, left foot thumping against the mat as you sob into his mouth.

While the release is powerful, the complete lack of direct stimulation or penetration leaves you feeling weakened and not entirely satisfied. It’s not the kind of orgasm that puts you on blissful bed rest for the day, it’s the kind of toe-curling one that relaxes you for a moment but leaves you craving more.

And, with the way Jimin’s left his mark all over your throat, you wonder if that wasn’t his intention.

You pant as his hand slows, slipping out from between your thighs, which had clamped around it the moment overstimulation began to take hold. You feel unbelievably sensitive, even your soaked underwear almost too much.

His fingers trail over your neck, whisper light but still tingling the aggravated nerves and his lips come down one more time to press a kiss to either side of your face as you come down and return to coherency.

Blinking away those final dregs of the orgasm, you stare up at him in a daze. His face looks so soft and round from this angle, hair mussed and tangled from your grip. It’s hard to believe that this chubby-cheeked boy is the one that just wrecked you, but you know better than to doubt his many facets.

The right side of your chest aches, and he massages it apologetically before gently tucking your bra and shirt back up again to cover you. Standing up, he offers a hand to help you sit up, making sure you go slow and steady.

Your vision swirls a little when you finally stand up properly, and your weakened legs don’t help either, but Jimin just wraps his arms around your waist until you stop stumbling. You can feel his hardness against you, but you’re too wobbly to be in any position to help alleviate it, and he doesn’t seem to be expecting anything.

“Better?” he questions, eyes running over you with a mischievous glint. You nod weakly, body entirely free from tension. Jimin smirks, and a hand slides down to pat you on the ass playfully. “Good. I think it’s time for you to go back in there and show them all who loved you first, hm?”

By the time you do get inside and beeline for the downstairs bathroom, your neck is a mess. Blooms of deep purple and red flood your skin, evidence of the enthusiastic way Jimin had laved over it. You run cold water over your hands and hold them to your neck to try and cool the heated skin down, swallowing as you imagine how the rest of your day is going to go.

You’d been pretty clear with the group that your feelings weren’t exclusive and that you weren’t going to choose only one of them to share those feelings with, but saying that was one thing and having a very bold physical reminder of it was another. You weren’t sure how the others would react.

But there’s no way to tell beyond simply going out and seeing, so you head back out when you hear movement in the kitchen.

In your absence, Jin and Yoongi have both come down and are making breakfast together with a practiced ease you haven’t quite seen before. Without needing words, a tap on the shoulder or cupping of the waist is enough to communicate their shifting around each other. As you enter, the two are quietly chuckling warmly together about some inside joke you must’ve just missed.

It seems your talk has had further effects than you initially thought.

Truth be told, it’s nice to see them so domestic, like a long-married couple, but it lasts only as long as it takes one of them to turn around and catch you sneaking in.

“And where did you get that, young lady?” Jin questions, brows furrowed and a wooden spatula aimed accusatively at your face.

“Do you need three guesses?” you retort, even as your face flushes. “You sound more like a dad every day, Jin.”

“Feels like I’m raising six children sometimes,” Jin sighs out, spatula lowering in defeat.

Beside him, Yoongi speaks with his back to you both as he sautees some onions. “I better be the one excluded from that number, hyung.”

“Don’t worry,” Jin assures with a hearty pat on Yoongi’s shoulder, “you’re my doting housewife.”

Yoongi pauses, huffs, and tilts his head to the side. “Okay, well… I guess I can’t be offended but I still don’t like that.”

“Nothing wrong with being a housewife, dear,” Jin sings, before he realises what he’s forgotten. “Wait; hey!” He whirls on you again, this time replacing the spatula with a spoon covered in gochujang. Some of it flies off with the momentum and spatters on the countertop. “Don’t distract me with my beautiful milf-boy-”

“I’m right here.”

Jin ignores Yoongi, eyes still on the mess your neck has become. “Seriously, who did that to you? It’s sending a very bold message and I’m undecided on how I feel.”

The onions finished, Yoongi patters around the kitchen bringing all the components together in the pan for a intoxicating stir-fry. He turns and leans against the countertop as the vegetables and noodles sizzle away. “Hyung, you’re not even in the competition anymore; does it matter?”

Jin’s eyes narrow further. “It absolutely does matter. How are the dear viewers going to enjoy watching this lovefest without some drama? If I can spy no issues, I must create them. Who do I have to extravagantly confront?”

“It was Jimin,” you answer shortly, keeping deadpan even as your heart races with the relief that he’s not actually mad. On the other hand, Yoongi hasn’t made much eye contact with you throughout his bantering, and his back is a little tenser.

Jin deflates when he hears you. “Never mind,” he breathes out weakly, almost whispering. “I’m still a little scared of him.”

“Really? I’d be happy to arrange a showdown,” you offer with a grin, but he just glares at you playfully, waving his hand after a moment to beckon you over. Approaching him immediately, you fall into his awaiting arms and hug him tightly, attempting to avoid getting caught by the red-covered spoon. “You’re not mad, Jin?”

“Never, baby,” his voice thrums close to your ear, and you sink into him deeper. “He better be treating you right, though.”

“You all are,” you respond honestly, eyes closed and missing the way Yoongi stiffens up guiltily, plating up the stir fry for eight people.

“Good.” Jin squeezes you tighter, gently rocking you from side to side. “Only the best for our girl. Isn’t that right, Yoongi?”

It takes him long enough to answer that you untangle yourself from Jin’s grip. Yoongi is rolling out his shoulders like the tension has seeped into his muscles. “I- they don’t hurt, do they? The hickies?”

You blink, hand jumping up to massage at your neck reflexively. “Not really. I don’t mind them, honestly.”

Jin goes still, the way he does when he’s deeply concentrating. “What’s wrong, Yoongi?”

It takes Yoongi a moment to work out how to phrase it, a noise of frustration leaving his mouth. “I’m more jealous than I thought,” he admits, eyes dim. “Seeing those just makes me want to mark you up even more, and that’s not a healthy desire if you’re going to be dating so many of us. I’ll- I’ll get over myself, I’m sorry, it’s not you, Y/n.”

You feel simultaneously weightless and sunken. “I can tell him no marks-”

“You shouldn’t have to,” Yoongi blurts in, sighing at himself for the interruption and harsh tone. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

Like fate is against his apology, Yoongi is interrupted himself by Namjoon and Taehyung coming downstairs, the latter attached to Namjoon’s back like a determined koala.

“Morning,” Namjoon calls out cheerily, acting as if he doesn’t have a tall man clinging to him. “Meant to rain today.”

“Is it?” Jin asks automatically, before glancing up and double-taking at Taehyung. “It seems like I’m missing some key context here.”

“Honestly, I think I am too,” Namjoon admits, sighing slightly as his brows crumple in confusion. “I’m not entirely certain why Taehyung is doing this either.”

“Do I need a reason?” Taehyung murmurs dreamily from behind Namjoon’s back.

“Perhaps not, but I’d certainly enjoy one,” the therapist answers decisively.

Taehyung just hums and buries his face in deeper between Namjoon’s shoulder blades. The academic furrows his brows. “Tae, can I go sit down for breakfast, please?”

“Of course.”

Namjoon waits two beats. The younger man doesn’t move. “Okay,” Joon announces disjointedly, “the chairs aren’t built for two. You’ll need to let go.”

Taehyung lets out a broken whine, but his arms loosen enough for Namjoon to spring forward and take a seat at the dining table hurriedly, looking vaguely shell-shocked. Not missing a moment, Taehyung blinks around blearily and comes towards you, latching onto your upper torso with sweater paws.

You welcome the contact, though you can empathise with the sheer confusion that comes from Taehyung��s sudden clinginess. Leaning into his embrace, your head is propped up against his chest and shoulder. You wrap your arms over his to hug them against you. He hums, pleased, chin on your head causing the vibrations to resonate.

“Hey, Tae,” you murmur warmly, “feeling cuddly today?” He nods against you. You reach out with a potential idea. “Puppy-cuddly?”

“You’d think.” Taehyung sighs lightly, a small sound of discomfort in his chest. “I don’t really know, I just want to be close to someone. I don’t feel so good.”

“I’m sorry.” Keeping your voice as low and soothing as possible, you can’t help but worry that he might still be having a rough time from the other day. “What can we do?”

“Just this is okay.”

Normally you’d be happy to indulge him endlessly, but at that moment your stomach rumbles. Before your mind can scramble to work out how to let him down gently, Yoongi comes over.

“Breakfast is ready, Tae, you should eat. Plenty of time for cuddling after, okay?”

Jungkook and Hoseok are the next duo to come down, both looking bleary-eyed, but they go silent and curious as they take in the odd scene. Both of them sit down, Jungkook scooting his chair quietly to sit closer to his hyung.

Taehyung whines again, but lets go and moves to the table, slumping down in a chair with his arms folded on the table and head resting on them. “Morning, Kookie. Morning, Hobi-hyung.”

Hoseok is slightly stiff like he’s not sure how to proceed, but Jungkook just mimics Tae’s pose until they’re eye to eye against the tabletop. “Morning, Tae. Wanna watch Yuri on Ice today? We’ve been meaning to rewatch it, remember?”

Taehyung stays silent but nods gratefully. Serving the table quickly, Yoongi sits down on the other side of Taehyung, chopsticks in one hand, the one closest to Taehyung free. “Here, hold hyung’s hand while you eat. Some food will cheer you up.”

Jin has to go to the foyer to call up the stairs to Jimin one more time for breakfast. Having snuck up while you were in the bathroom, he appears perfectly coiffed with a smug smile on his face that drops the second he reads the room.

“Tae, are you okay?”

The masseuse gives an unconvincing grunt. He props his head enough to feed himself, gripping Yoongi’s hand like his life depends on it. For a moment, Jimin looks ready to ask Jungkook or Yoongi to move seats, but he gives up and sinks into the seat beside you, no hint of showmanship for your hickies remaining.

Taehyung does perk up a little as he eats, sitting up more to drink a strawberry juice that Jin retrieves from the fridge for him, lips wrapped around the straw even after he’s done sipping at it.

With the slight lifting of his mood, the rest of you decide it’s best to talk as normal and hope he can join in. Unfortunately for you, that means the hot topic Jimin had been expecting comes back around.

“So you had a run-in with a very desperate vampire, I’m assuming?” Hoseok quips with a grin. “Looking a little rough this morning since I saw you last, princess.”

“We had fun, didn’t we, Y/n?” Jimin asks, though with the way his eyes track Hoseok’s, you can tell it’s rhetoric.

Hoseok’s smile falters, but he brings it back quickly. “I never would’ve guessed you were the one that was so ungraceful and sloppy, but I suppose I gave you too much credit.”

Instead of bristling, Jimin lets out a bright, genuine laugh. “Do you even hear yourself? Give up the strong front, Hoseok. It’ll be less embarrassing for you when you get eliminated.”

“I can’t wait for the editors to play that back this Monday when you get eliminated. You’ve set up the irony perfectly, congratulations.”

Jimin finishes his mouthful calmly, even as his eyes flare. “It astounds me that you still think you actually have a chance. You’ve already overstayed your welcome in this competition.”

“Oh, do entertain me,” Hoseok drawls, the rest of the table going silent as you watch the interaction. Even Taehyung has finished almost all of his breakfast without realising as he’s sucked into the drama. “Why is it exactly that you think I’m so bad? I still can’t think of a single thing you can do that I can’t do better.”

“You’re a gimmick,” Jimin answers without hesitation. “Acting so high and mighty and professional like nobody could ever hope to touch you. One hour with you and I bet I’d have you sniffling and begging for mercy.”

Hoseok swallows hard enough for his Adam’s apple to bob. “I imagine I would, peaches. One hour is more than enough time for me to go crazy from sheer boredom. It’s a relief Y/n’s fallen for you because your scenes have been consistently subpar. It’s what I would expect from a scripted pornstar, though.”

“Curious that you watch my scenes, Hoseok,” Jimin replies in a forcefully calm voice, head tipped to the side. “You seem more knowledgable on how I fuck than most people in this room. Why is that?”

Hoseok tenses like a snake, chin lifting in defiance. “I like to do my research before I engage with anything, I doubt you’d know about tha-”

The professional dom realises his slip of the tongue a second later than the rest of you. Jimin already has a sly smirk on his face, teeth glinting as he leans back in his chair. “You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

Hoseok goes perfectly still, barely breathing. After a moment, he shakes his head, tongue coming out to wet his lips. “Let’s get one thing clear: I want to fuck you until you look stupid.”

Even from several seats away, you hear Jungkook whisper to Taehyung conspiratorially. “Oh my god, they’re gonna fuck.”

Taehyung’s eyes are bright. “Finally.”

Jimin sucks in a deep breath, chest rising, and exhales. “I thought it would take more than that for you to cave. I’m a little disappointed, honestly. Anyways;” he stands up suddenly, sending the two oldest a warm smile, “thanks for breakfast, hyungs. I’m going to go cuddle my boyfriend and revel in my victory. It’s been a pleasure.”

When Taehyung jumps up like he’s won the lottery and rushes off with Jimin upstairs, it leaves the group of you downstairs in chaos. Hoseok is seething, cheeks red hot with anger or humiliation or a fiery mix of both, and the rest of you are reeling with the developments.

“No way, hyung, I thought for sure you guys were gonna fuck right here!” Jungkook gushes, springing up to massage Hoseok’s shoulders like a coach to his star player. “I love Minnie-hyung, but my money’s on you! You’re the expert, after all!”

Hoseok fails to loosen up. “Thanks, Jungkook, but it’s not worth much now. I just look like an idiot. He just winds me up so- whatever. It doesn’t matter.”

“The best thing you can do is prove your worth through actions,” Namjoon advises gently. “At least, that’s what I believe.”

“Yeah!” Jungkook agrees. “Go up there and rail him like a train, hyung!”

“Okay, no, that wasn’t what I was suggesting,” the academic hurries out, “I meant you should just do your best in the competition and show how capable you are. Maybe he’ll come around, and if not, that’s okay, too.”

Hoseok nods slowly. “I like that,” he says flatly, “I’ll give that a go.”

Jungkook deflates, and sits back down. “Thanks, Jungkook. Great idea, Jungkook. You’re a valuable member of the house, Jungkook.”

“Jungkook?”

The youngest immediately perks up, looking over to Hoseok. “Yeah?”

“You’re an extremely valuable member of the house. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

You wait in anticipation all day. You spend the morning in your room, calling friends and family, watching mindless reruns, trying to tune your brain out. Jimin keeps you updated on Taehyung; there isn’t anything wrong in particular, Tae states. He just sometimes feels low and needs a little more affection until the clouds pass.

The two of them stick together all day in Jimin’s room, with Jungkook joining after lunch for a anime marathon, and you let them enjoy their quality time together.

You don’t really hear from Hoseok, but you guiltily check the Bangasm livestreams you’d bought previously and see him scheming in his room, sifting through his boxes of sinful toys and equipment.

Namjoon and Yoongi play chess in the lounge for a few hours later in the day, and you and Jin watch, the latter playing the role of commentator much to the pair’s chagrin.

You witness the moment they all get the text.

Their phones go off in unison; yours stays silent. Namjoon finishes his turn before he checks, but the others pull out their devices and read the text, straightening up in surprise.

Yoongi’s eyes find yours as Jin nudges you teasingly, but neither of them mention it aloud. Once Namjoon calls his move and checks his own notification, you fight the urge to investigate the message yourself. It’s like an unspoken secret that Hoseok is going to scene with you tonight, but you have no way of knowing if the guys have received more information than you.

You find yourself unable to keep still during dinner. The vibe is strained; both Jimin and Hoseok’s confrontation and the expectation of the night ahead keep the conversation to a minimum.

Hoseok has sat himself at the head of the table, with you on the far end. This small mercy allows you to eat without the fear that he’ll begin his scene right then and there, but still you’re almost shaking with uncertain expectation.

Every time you check your watch, he grins to himself.

You start eating at 6:17 in the evening. You finish your own meal a mere eight minutes later, but the table isn’t cleared until 6:39.

You find your panties embarrassingly damp when you do a nervous bathroom break. Just the passing of time has you turned on, before he’s even begun the scene.

Hoseok disappears upstairs at 6:45. He’s back at 6:51 with a black bag, instructing everyone to take a seat in the living room.

Yoongi has to gently swat at your hand every time it finds itself in your mouth, unconsciously biting at your nails. Your heart is beating like it’s in a marathon, core already throbbing dully. More than anything, you hope he’ll be nice and fuck you properly. Jimin this morning had left you needing more, the little tease, and if Hoseok is in the cheeky mood too, you might not make it.

You’re told to strip down to your panties and bra two minutes before 7. Anxious and aroused, it takes you those two minutes to even manage the act of undressing. The second you straighten up with only those two items of clothing on your body, Hoseok is looping a short rope around your neck, folded over and tied into a loose knot, creating a makeshift collar that dangles between your breasts.

He uses it to tug you off the couch and over to the center of the room, hand running over your neck and down your back. Like he’s got something to prove, he’s dressed to the nines tonight in a purple and black ensemble. More colour than he usually has, he still sticks primarily to leather. His pants and boots are black as ever, but his black shirt has a purple leather harness constricting it, and his beautiful hands are covered by riding gloves of the same material and shade.

Feeling the well-worn leather slide over your bare skin, your breath hitches. Even as you step into unknown territory, being under his control feels like shaking a heavy burden off your shoulders. He’ll take care of you now.

When he feels you relax into his caressing, he smiles. Not the warm, sunshine-tinted smile you’d get during the day, but the predatorial one that comes for you in your dirtiest dreams. The one you’ve had the pleasure of seeing on this show multiple times, one you can never quite get used to.

“Alright, princess, you ready to give the boys a show?”

You suck in a breath when his gloved hand sinks lower, gripping shamelessly at your ass. “Yes, Master.”

“Mm, good. On your knees.”

You follow without thought, the slight curl of embarrassment at having so many viewers well and truly flooded by the arousal of… having so many viewers. You asked for this though, and with the way Hoseok grins watching you squirm, he’s having the exact same thought.

“We’re going to be tying you up tonight, princess. Look up; do you see that?” Confused, you follow Hoseok’s instruction, shivering slightly in your underwear. Above you, the ceiling boasts two heavy-duty rings set apart by about a meter. You swear you’ve never seen them before, yet you can’t recall a time Hoseok would’ve been able to install them. “Did none of you think to inspect this house a little more? I noticed this in Week 2; tested them a few days later to make sure they were solid enough to handle the weight of a body.”

Your chin drops slightly to watch him as he stalks over to his black bag, undoing the zipper with a smooth flourish. He’s in his element, presenting like this, and the others are just as enraptured as you are.

“I was wondering if anyone would ever catch onto them, but as the weeks went by, nobody did. It wasn’t until last Sunday that I was checking out the supply closet again and found this.” When he straightens up again, the dark-haired dom is holding a tangle of belts, slings and chains. Confused, it isn’t until he takes the two largest metal carabiners and fixes them onto the ceiling hoops that the piece of equipment falls into its natural position.

It’s a sex swing.

The first hook supports a wide strap that curves down at the lowest point, which still hangs above your head as you kneel. The second hook provides two smaller footholds, and the two sections are connected by a chain with two small loops further up by the first strap. It’s enough for you to picture yourself lying back, hands in the loops, feet in stirrup position, exposed and vulnerable. Swallowing, you subtly wriggle to press your heel against your heated core, already wet through the fabric of your panties.

“Since you so kindly offered your heart to everyone the other day, I thought perhaps you’d be interested in sharing your pretty body, too.” Hoseok dips into a crouch in front of you, fingers clutching at your chin to keep the intense eye contact. “After all, that was the entire spirit of this show, wasn’t it? To spread your legs for us?”

You pause, shivering under him, but his raised brow indicates it’s not a rhetorical question. “Y-yes, Master.”

“Good. A slut who knows her purpose. Stand up, clothes off.”

Suddenly, your cheeks feel flaming hot. Being spoken off so vulgarly in front of the others is humiliating, and you feel so dirty slipping off your panties and bra as you feel their eyes on you.

Jimin is swallowing heavily, vein in his neck throbbing as Taehyung hugs the older man’s leg tightly between his, the typical pout of arousal on his face. Yoongi and Jungkook sit together, the latter looking dazed and the former hyper-fixated. It takes you the briefest glance to see Yoongi’s hand cupping Jungkook’s erection possessively, and you clench your thighs together at the sight of it.

On the last couch, dead center to you, Jin and Namjoon seem no more composed. Namjoon, thoroughly avoiding looking at you, cheeks pink and lip swollen from nervous biting, and Jin, legs crossed and grimacing like it’s taking physical effort to stay seated.

Fully naked, you hiss when Hoseok suddenly presses his body to yours, leather on bare skin. He lifts you like you’re nothing, muscles flexing even as his face stays purely relaxed. Into the sex swing you go, first lowered onto the main strap.

“Hold onto the chains, princess, get comfy. You’ll be here for a while.” While most of his hair is gelled back, his preferred style when in a longer scene, a lock towards the front has already fallen over his brow, and he flicks it out of his eyes with a single finger, waiting expectantly.

You grip the chains themselves, careful not to pinch yourself as you shuffle. The strap itself isn’t as wide as your ass, and so it’s a careful balance to find a position where you feel most stable. Unfortunately, that position happens to be one where you’re leaning back on a slight angle, exposing yourself more.

Hoseok no doubt knows this, and his eyes dart down to where his crotch is mere centimetres from yours. You wonder if he can make out the glistening slick that’s gathered there, and the thought makes you twitch.

He definitely catches that, chuckling and lightly spanking your innner left thigh. “Good girl,” he praises, and your breath hitches. “Let’s do your hands first, hm? Keep you steady.”

One at a time, he takes you hands by the wrist and slips them through the loops, using a solid buckle to tighten them appropriately. As he manhandles you into position, it leaves your attention free to roam. Without intending to, your eyes look out towards the couches.

There’s more movement than last time you checked. Taehyung has his teeth in Jimin’s sweater, biting down near the shoulder as he humps his arm. The older man doesn’t scold him or stop him, instead his own teeth are out as he nips at Taehyung’s ear, whispering something into it that has the masseuse biting down hard on his own lip.

The others have managed to stay put more than him, though Namjoon is now watching you fleetingly, like he’s still fighting his own embarrassment.

By the time you’ve observed them, Hoseok is patting your knee to draw your gaze back, and instructs you shortly to lift a leg up into the right strap. As you do, you tug at your wrists curiously, but find no give. The chain jangles slightly, and Hoseok glances up to silence you with a single harsh look. You freeze, letting him strap your ankle into the stirrup in the same way.

Your second leg is barely touching the floor at this point, tiptoeing the carpet, but still the difference from being mostly suspended to fully suspended takes your breath away. You resist slightly, instinctively, when he goes to lift your left leg, but the second it leaves the floor and gets tied up, spreading your legs wide, you whine and shiver with the unexpected delight of it.

You can move but you won’t get anywhere, and the futility is more thrilling than anything you’ve tried yet. Somehow, even your brief tryst at the Red Room feels hazier and less momentous than this. That - before it soured, at least - was surrounded by so much novelty and excitement that it barely registered. You were just tied up in front of a crowd for a show.

But here, in front of the men you loved, in front of the men that were competing for your sexual preference, in the intimacy of the place you’ve been living at for over a month - it’s indescribable.

Now that you’re fully off the ground, you can lean back and let the wrist bindings keep you upright. It’s less strain on your abdomen and upper arms if you let yourself sink into the swing like that, strung up in an arc.

But Hoseok doesn’t seem satisfied. He runs his hand over you, head to shoulder to breast, and you yip when he tweaks a nipple, making your legs jerk. The only place they have to move is inwards, buckling at the knee but giving you enough leeway to kick out.

“Mm, I thought so,” he says in a low tone, and when he turns away, your heart sinks a little like you’ve disappointed him. He returns quickly, however, with his typical scarlet ropes, two sets. “Too much wiggle room for my taste, princess. Bend them.”

You follow his instructions and the press of his gloved hands as he encourages your knees to bend, calves meeting your thighs. Methodically, with the speed of an expert, he trusses you up like that. The friction of the rope leaves lines of fire across your skin, and as your legs are fastened one at a time, ankles tucked against your ass cheeks, you’re mortified to feel your own wetness drip down between them.

Hoseok ignores your cunt like it barely exists, purely focused on his task at hand. Once he finishes, he lays out a smack against your breast that is so sudden that you let out a yelp and attempt to convulse away. This time, your muscles tense to no avail. The chains barely rattle, and he grins in clear approval.

“There we go. Now, I have some rules for you, princess. Will you behave for me?”

You nod, voice croaky as you give a belated verbal response. “Yes, Master, I’ll behave.” At this point you feel so tightly wound up, and unable to relieve yourself, that it feels like you’d agree to anything.

“That’s my girl,” he coos warmly, gloved hands running up your sides, tickling your skin enough to make the muscles tense. “Here are my rules for tonight. Number one: all these men here tonight are your doms. You’re at the bottom of the food chain, so you’ll listen to them. But who’s at the top?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jimin roll his eyes, taking out his frustration on Taehyung’s neck, which has started to bloom like yours on one side. You, however, are in no position to resist. “You, Master.”

“Correct,” he confirms intently, fiddling lazily with your nipple to watch you attempt to squirm, “so my word comes above theirs. You obey me first. Understood?”

“Understood, sir.”

“Good.” His hand leaves you, and you watch as he moves back to the bag one last time, retrieving a blindfold. You whine at the sight of it, but he just returns and instructs you to sit up, slipping behind you. “You only have one other rule. No cumming until everyone else here has. Got it?”

The fabric falls over your eyes, cutting off the world. You gasp, thud of arousal giving away to reality. “Wait, but three of them can’t even-”

“That’s not my fault, princess. You voted them off. You can think of a way. Now;” his voice quality changes, muted slightly by distance, “who’s first?”

With no vision and no mobility, there’s nothing you can do but float and feel.

In the end, there’s no time to strategise, because only a few seconds pass before hands fall on you. Uncovered, they’re not Hoseok’s.

Light and undirected as a curious fairy, this touch roams your legs, trailing over the places where rope gives way to skin, where you’re trapped and still. The touches raise higher, but skip over your overheated core. This man flicks at your nipples, more intentioned than Hoseok has but not enough to make you do anything more than whine.

The noise echoes embarrassingly in the hushed room. You swallow through a dry throat and lean back on your restraints. “Who are you?”

Instead of an answer from the mystery man, it’s a distant chuckle from Hoseok that responds. “You can’t recognise your lover from his hands alone? How disappointing. Will you recognise his cock?”

You mouth falls open with an ungraceful whine as suddenly you’re breached by the man’s tip. It happens so unexpectedly that by the time you clench down, he’s already driven inside you. Trembling at the unforgiving stretch, you bear down tighter, hoping to make him curse out, something that would help you place him.

But a huff of air is all you get, before the hand returns to clutch bruisingly at your thigh, keeping you in place as he begins to fuck you.

You hiccup with the shock of it, at being entirely unable to move away. It would be frightening did you not feel so safe and turned on, but even then you can barely breathe, listening to the chains cling with each thrust.

He starts off slow, but once you begin to relax and accept him in, his hips smack your ass with every thrust, sending you jerking back and forth in the air. It feels so good that it’s almost unbearable, and you sob when you recall your second rule.

“How am I meant tuh-” you pant, writhing unsuccessfully as your train of thought is fucked out of you. You hear a laugh, Jimin’s, but it’s too far for it to be him railing you like this. Gritting your teeth, you fight to keep track. “How am I meant to know if everyone’s came if I don’t even know who’s - fuck - who’s fucking me?”

When Hoseok laughs this time, it’s closer. You jump when you feel gloves on your face. The man inside you slows to a grind as Hoseok pulls the hair away from your temples and cheeks where it’s stuck on with sweat. You’re panting, trying to catch your breath, picturing what he must look like standing above you and tying your hair back for you. “That is quite a dilemma, isn’t it? Don’t worry, princess, I’ll only punish you if you get it wrong.”

You sob again as the thrusts come back full force. Hoseok’s presence leaves you, or at least you think it does, and the man fucking you grips onto your hips with two hands. Through your overwhelmed delirium, you can hear his frantic breaths, like he’s fighting to keep his mouth shut just as much as you’re fighting back the pleasure tightening inside of you.

“Ju-just tell me who you are, ple-ase,” you cry out around a moan. You try to work out who it is in your head, but it’s so hard to think when he’s curving inside you so nicely, when you can’t catch your breath or get his pace to stop.

You can cross out the three eliminated members. It takes you a few thrusts to even recall who they are. Not Taehyung, Jin, or Jungkook. Jimin was too far away, Hoseok was still wearing his gloves.

Namjoon or Yoongi, then. Your head tips back bonelessly when he picks up the pace. You have to tense up your lower body with the effort it takes not to cum, but that very action only makes him rub inside you more firmly.

You’re stuck between a rock and a hard place, with the hard place hammering inside you so vigorously, and the thought makes you want to laugh or sob, delirious. “Just cum already, what the fuck,” you whine out, tears prickling in your eyes from beneath the blindfold.

A strangled snort sounds from above you, and the hips stutter before they resume. It’s too late, though, and you gasp at the familiar chuckle. “Yoongi! It’s Yoongi,” you babble until he does you the favour of confirming.

“Mm, you got me, you minx. Might have to put a gag on you,” he quips, and your heart swells hearing his rumbly tone. You think perhaps you’re smiling, but you can barely tell when he continues to fuck you, this time without holding back.

Now that you know it’s him, you can picture the way his forehead must be glistening with sweat. His right arm has hooked around your left leg, and he’s spreading you wider so that he can rut into you deeper.

It feels so good that your eyes are wet, and when he finally curses and fucks into you one last time, relief overwhelms you. The roiling storm of pleasure inside you settles to a weak thunder, and you sigh in satisfaction as you feel him spill inside you, breathing heavily.

“God, h-how many more to go?” you question weakly. The feeling of him pulling out, leaving you empty and dripping, is cruel and unsatisfying and you attempt to wriggle in your bonds, enticing the next one in without shame.

“Only one down and you already can’t do basic maths? Six, princess. Though you’ll only be taking three more cocks.”

You hear Yoongi’s breathy laugh and a plastic click. You picture him opening a packet of wet wipes and cleaning himself down, spent and satisfied. That makes one of us.

It isn’t long before there’s movement again, and it’s for the best, because you swear you’ve felt cum drip off you and onto the carpet already.

That thought soon leaves your head as you hear more rustling, a click of the tongue, and Hoseok muttering quietly enough that he probably hadn’t intended you to hear, “of course.”

A hand brushes your cheek lightly. Your heart leaps. “Jimin! It’s Jimin, you’re Jimin!”

The hand stills. A moment of silence filled with your heavy panting, followed by the sound of a zipper. Was Jimin wearing pants with a zipper? Was he wanting to fuck your mouth, all the way up here?

The truth punches into you in a single, smooth thrust that leaves you choking on air. “Nnnnnn-not Jimin, not Jim-ah!”

When Namjoon bottoms out inside you, it’s mind-curling. You can’t think, you can’t process anything, all there is is the wet stretch and the all-encompassing fullness. Namjoon’s was a cock you never really got used to, but having your sight and movement restricted so much makes it feel like the first time, and your muscles won’t stop shaking.

“Colour, princess?” Hoseok questions from across the room.

You keen lowly, not willing to give up the pleasure as much as it drowns you. “Green, I-I’m okay.”

“You’re doing well. Continue.” The last sentence isn’t directed at you, but Namjoon. He begins to shift inside you slowly, testing you. When the only sound is a guttural moan, he takes the hint and gradually builds a pace.

Despite you having pinned down four of the people in the room, the second Namjoon adjusts his hips and begins using the chains closest to him to fuck you onto his cock, you know it’s game over.

Your legs tense and relax on repeat as you fail to move away or gain ground. Even as they’re fastened by your wrists, your hands still clutch desperately at the higher chains, trying to anchor yourself. It’s all in vain.

Namjoon reaches every spot inside you, and his pelvis rubs against your clit every few thrusts as he grinds in a small circle. Your mouth goes slack, wondering aimlessly who had taught him to fuck like that, or if he was just evolving naturally into some kind of sex god.

You try to hold out, but when he starts fucking you faster to reach his own end, you know your time is numbered. The swirl tightens in your gut again, telling you you’re well on your way to an electric orgasm.

You squirm, pant, whine, anything to try and distract yourself and hold yourself back from the edge, but in the end there’s only one thing you can do. Beg.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna- stop, you have to stop, I can’t - no, fuck, god.” You’re babbling hopelessly, but he listens, pulling out of you in one swift motion. Cunt throbbing and distressingly empty, you can’t help the tears that spring to your eyes. Sobbing, you tremble and crane your neck in the direction you think Hoseok is sitting. “Master, please just let me cum, it’s not fair, I can’t do it-”

“You can, princess, use your head.”

His words are intended to assure you, encourage, you, but they just make you sob harder at the hopelessness of it. Namjoon’s broad palm rests on your hip, thumb rubbing to soothe you. You catch your breath as the haze of orgasm denial clears up again. Use your head.

“N-Namjoon, fuck my mouth, fuck my throat, please,” you beg in a rush, lips curling in triumph at the idea. He was big, sure, but the thought of winning your challenge, of having Hoseok’s pride and approval makes any jaw ache well worth it.

Already caught out, Namjoon doesn’t need to hide his identity, and he chooses not to, letting out a groan. “Y/n, god, you’re killing me. So beautiful. Are you sure?”

You nod your head frantically, even as your cheeks heat from the compliment. “I’m sure, please, you have to.” To sweeten the pot, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, letting it hang with your chin pointing upwards.

You hear a muffled groan from further away, and your eyes squeeze tightly behind your blindfold as your mind provides you with images of who it could be. Was it Jimin, helping Taehyung get off as he watched you intently, robbed of his turn? Or was it the pup himself, or the other two eliminated members, knowing the offer couldn’t extend to them?

There’s no more time to think about it, as Namjoon’s hand gently cups the top of your head from below, holding you steady as he feeds his cock into your mouth. You widen your jaw to its limit to welcome him, teeth tucked behind your lips and cheeks hollowing.

He curses, stopping about halfway. You can feel him tickling the back of your throat, but you hold back your gag reflex, determined to suck him off quickly. Like this, your entire lower half feels almost nonexistent with nobody touching it, bar the searing heat between your legs, and it’s such a confusing sensation that you’re in a hurry to get your reward already.

Luckily for you, oral seems to be Namjoon’s weakness. He never even goes any deeper, fucking you shallowly and encouraging you to use your tongue with husky praises. The blood rushes to your head, encouraging you to work harder, and when you feel his hand clutching his own base, jerking himself off into your mouth, you brace yourself for his release.

The awkward angle makes it difficult to swallow it all, and despite your valiant effort, you feel some of it slip out the corners of your mouth, running down your cheeks.

When Namjoon comes down from his high, softening quickly, you feel his hands on your back, lifting you up. His mouth descends on yours with such intensity that it gives you a fright, and you moan into him as his tongue flicks out to clean you up.

“God, Joon,” Yoongi grumbles shakily from the sidelines, “who taught you to be so filthy?”

“They grow up so fast,” you hear Jungkook mumble in a dreamy tone, making Taehyung snicker weakly.

“Two down, princess,” Hoseok reminds. “Can you handle six more?”

You feel dizzy, a mix of your arousal and the upside-down position you held for a while. It takes you a moment to answer. “I- yeah, I can,” you decide eventually, leaning on Namjoon for a moment.

He stays beside you, holding you steady even when you’re entered again without warning. You stiffen in surprise, but after Namjoon, you’re so wet and well-stretched that the new person slides in with ease, starting a brutal pace from the get-go.

Jimin this time, you think, but waiting to feel a touch of skin or gloves on you to confirm. When the touch finally comes, you sigh out in relief, but it takes you only a few moments to realise that it’s Namjoon leaning over, grasping at your tits with his free hand, not the man between your legs.

Still, you get the feeling Hoseok is leaving himself for last as the alpha of the ‘food chain’, so you lean back into Namjoon’s solid chest and let yourself go lax for Jimin.

He never touches you, and you whine in frustration as his cock ruts into you on an angle, holding out on touching the spots that would make your toes curl.

Despite you needing not to cum yet, it still feels like being deprived, and as you start to complain incoherently, Namjoon crooks his neck again to kiss you, keeping you quiet.

As you strain to kiss him back, you’re jerked in your restraints by the force of the man fucking you. Jimin knows your body perhaps almost as well as your own, many of them do at this point, and so it’s no surprise that he’s doing this on purpose. Whether it’s out of mercy, or sadism, it’s impossible to tell.

You do your part by bearing down on him, trying to guide him to cum quicker. You’re exhausted after just two, but relaxing and letting it happen is allowing your mind to focus on other things.

You need to get Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jin to come too. Without touching them.

“H-Hoseok, Master,” you call out shakily, almost expecting him to stay quiet to keep his identity a secret.

“Yes, princess.” Too easy. His voice is far enough away that you’re certain who it is between your legs again. There would be nobody else to fuck you next except him, and so you can turn your intent to the three unmanned players.

“Can I get the others to touch each other?”

The grin in Hoseok’s voice when he replies is clear as day. “Of course, princess. But remember, they’re your doms, so they don’t have to obey. How prettily can you beg?”

With a whine, you almost sob in relief. It’s clear now, what he wants this challenge to show. While this entire reality show may be based around you, it’s them that have the power to indulge you or not. You have to make an effort just as much as they do.

But as Jimin fucks you deeper, now giving in and hooking two fingers around a rope on either leg to keep you close, you’re too desperate to feel ashamed about begging.

You pick your first two, the ones more likely to listen to your pleas. “Tae-tae, Jungkookie,” you gasp out, “you wanna cum, right? W-will you touch each other for me?”

The man between your legs lets out a deep sigh, almost a laugh, and picks up his pace. You think Jimin’s close, and so you attempt to tighten yourself as much as you can, letting him fuck you onto his cock with the ropes.

Further away, by the couches, you hear Taehyung whimper. It’s Jungkook that speaks up. “How do you want us to touch? Should I give Tae-hyung a handjob, or should I suck him off?” The masseuse cries out, and you almost moan yourself at the wet noise, brain scrambling to picture them.

“Y-yes, suck him off, Kookie, t-touch yourself too, please,” you pant out, breath hitching when you feel Jimin come inside you unannounced. He’s silent through it, rolling his hips against yours and using a finger to push his cum back inside you once he pulls out.

Despite hating the loss, you’re pleased to hear the enthusiastic sound of a blowjob, muffled moans, and a whining Taehyung. Namjoon brushes back some stray hairs that have escaped their tie and lets you hang down gently before he leaves.

Back to being entirely untethered and untouched, your ears pick up the slack. You hear Namjoon moving away, and the low rumble of his voice.

Jungkook hiccups, coughing lightly. “Hy-hyung,” he whimpers, before his following moan comes out garbled again.

The sound is sinful, you imagine the imagery even more so, but all it serves to do is make you feel more deprived and starved for touch. “Master, please, come fuck me,” you whine, secretly hopeful that you can get Jin to cum while Hoseok is still fucking you so that you can finally cum on his cock.

It doesn’t take long for the emptiness to be resolved, but even as you moan openly in satisfaction, your mind hazes in confusion. You feel bare skin - a thumb brushing over your clit every few moments. Hoseok must’ve taken his gloves off.

Struggling to maintain some semblance of order, you strain your hearing to try and follow the action of the three men. Taehyung sounds close, Jungkook gagging obscenely, and if Namjoon has his giant hands around him, you know it’s only time before he’s reaching his peak too.

For now, you have no choice but to let that train of thought go. Hoseok fucks you with the clear intention of getting you to break. His thumb rubs at you without mercy, and his cock arches up deftly to get your g-spot too.

It’s a stretch, and your find yourself drooling, wondering if Hoseok’s cock was fatter or if it was just your mindlessness that has you confused.

Either way, you’re exhausted and horny, and despite the challenge, you decide you deserve a little pleasure before you continue.

You know your limits, and this feels too good to try and thwart it.

“Fu-fucking me so good, ‘t feels so good, Master,” you babble, and he rewards you with his teeth on your nipple, leaning over you to bite and suck at it. The touch is so familiar, and in your haze you let out a dopey, breathless chuckle at the thought of both Hoseok and Jimin leaving matching marks on your tits.

You miss the gloves, though, and the mental image of Hoseok railing you and fingering you with them on gets you a little too hot and bothered.

Out of nowhere, you feel your orgasm start to rise, and you gasp, trying to wriggle away. His grip only tightens, and you know you need to get Jin to cum quick, before you do. You’re not sure if you can even last Hoseok cumming first inside you if he’s fucking you this dirty, but a close failure in your eyes is better than giving up entirely.

“Jimin,” you call out, your voice uneven and shaky from please, “Min-Minnie, please suck Jin off, please, I’m gonna cum if you don’t- Minnie, please, I’ll do anything, I was good for you this morning, I-” You have to pause, running out of oxygen, and Hoseok slows down his thrusts like he’s waiting for the response too.

Nothing happens. In the lull, you hear Taehyung growl, followed by the satisfied panting of his release. You find enough breath to plead again quietly, but still there’s nothing. Jungkook comes too, or at least it sounds like he does, with Namjoon praising him for doing so well.

It’s just Jin and Hoseok.

Your desperation mounts to new heights as Hoseok stills inside you. You’re so close you could scream, and you almost do, letting out a raw cry. “Fuck, Jimin, I’m begging you, suck him off, make him cu- wha-?”

Your legs tremble when Hoseok pulls out suddenly. You feel plush lips bending down to press a light kiss right on your clit, and as you clench reflexively, you know you’ve fucked. “Wait, no, come back, Jimin, fuck me first, one of the others can do it!”

“Sorry, little mouse,” Jimin’s velvet timbre whispers, “I’m just doing what you asked.”

Your eyes prickle at the sudden abandonment, and you can’t even be pleased when you hear him chuckling lowly, sharing a messy kiss with who you assume is Jin before he begins his ministrations.

Your mind whirls. If Jimin was just inside you, then who was inside you before? “Master,” you call out uncertainly, and you feel your sanity break when a fond, assuring touch reaches out to cup your face. The cool material of the leather glove makes you sob. “I don’t understand.”

“What do you mean, princess? Can’t even keep track of the men you spread your legs for? That’s too bad.” Hoseok’s voice lulls you into a false sense of security, even as his words damn you. You have no clue. Either Hoseok took his gloves off just to confuse you, or he hasn’t finished yet either.

You clench down on nothing, dissatisfied and dripping cum. You don’t know if you can last, so desperate to find your own climax that you just want to sob. You feel so overwhelmed that when Hoseok’s glove trails lower, followed by his dull footsteps on the carpet, you find yourself sniffing back real tears. “Master, what’s the punishment?”

The smooth, well-worn leather finds its way between your legs. You gasp as he plays with your clit slowly, almost absentmindedly. “Already planning on failing?”

“I’m sorry, Master, I can’t do it,” you admit, “I’m lost.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” he coos. Behind him, you hear Jin swearing and laughing breathlessly, voice low with arousal. You mourn missing out on the sight, but it’s hard for you to care for much beyond your own pleasure as Hoseok’s touch speeds up. “Should I just let you cum, hm? If you take your punishment like a good girl, I’ll forgive you.”

“Okay, yes, let me cum, please, Master,” you beg relentlessly, relieved at the thought of cumming. Any punishment seems tolerable for the permission to orgasm that you’ve been denied for so long.

Hoseok’s fingers speed up further, flat hand strumming back and forth over your clit with one purpose in mind. “Alright then, princess, cum for Master.”

Without hesitation, your body falls into a state of pure bliss. You don’t have enough awareness to realise how quiet the rest of the room has gotten. Instead, you cry out and let the tears soak your blindfold, release hitting you like a freight train, inescapable and more intense than anything you’ve felt in weeks.

Hoseok doesn’t even wait for you to come down before he issues his punishment. His voice is gruff, the buckles of his bag clinking and someone coming close to hand him something. “You only managed to get four of us to cum before you failed, princess, so that means you owe us three more orgasms. That sounds fair, doesn’t it?”

“Only four?” you mumble, beginning to prickle with oversensitivity.

“I never even started, and you left Jimin and Jin half-finished, the poor buggers. They seem very disappointed, princess. Do us a favour and cum nicely, and then we’ll forgive you.”

With that, he turns on the vibrator.

It’s tiny, smaller than you’d expect, but so rough. You whimper, tugging helplessly at your restraints as he pins your thighs open with one hand, pushing you well beyond the sharpness of oversensitivity.

It takes you a minute of eternity for the pain to roll back into pleasure. The vibrator slides around thanks to the obscene amount of cum dripping from you, and every time the rough texture touches your clit directly it’s like an electric shock.

Your second orgasm comes and goes quickly, leaving you crying out and wailing in no time.

You feel hands on you, tweaking at your nipples, gripping at your ass, teeth nipping your sore neck. It’s an assault on your senses, and you don’t even attempt to place a single one of them.

You’re in a pit of ecstasy and torture, never having been pushed this far before. But you can’t move, you can’t escape it, and so a third orgasm rolls over you like a small convulsion, your moans turning garbled and incomprehensible.

You’re sobbing. You can barely hear it as if underwater, but you know it’s you. “Too much,” your echo pleads, “it’s too much, I can’t take it.”

“You are taking it, princess, just one more. If you need red, say it.”

But one more, you can do one more, your body is far too weak to fight the pleasure anyway, and so you shake your head and shiver through the sensations and, with the help of fingers plunging inside you and curling upwards, the bristly vibrator brings you to your final orgasm.

The second you go stiff and shriek, Hoseok takes it away from you and the hands leave you. Only his remain, hurriedly tugging off his gloves so he can run his hands over you slowly, praising you with a warm whisper in your ear.

You’re shivering without end, even as a dazed smile has spread on your face for overcoming it, for lasting his punishment and taking it well. Panting like you’ve run a marathon, you feel him slide the blindfold off and whimper at the bright light.

“Just close your eyes, it’s all done now. All done. Good girl,” you hear Hoseok assuring. He enlists help to untie you, because in no time you’re loose and being hoisted into someone’s arms.

You let your eyes stay closed, happy to let the others maneuver you into whatever position. They lead you up the stairs carefully and when you’re put down again, you recognise the comfort of a bed, and you snuggle into it.

“Y/n, do you need any water? A snack? What’s your colour, princess?”

Sighing at the concern in his voice, you fight to put your vocal cords to use. “I’m green, I’m just so tired. Aftercare tomorrow, I just wanna sleep.”

“Okay, you can sleep.” A hand is in your hair, undoing the hairtye and brushing it back off your face. “You did so well today.”

You think you can hear the others wishing you a good night and departing, but you’re already drifting into an exhausted and satisfied sleep.

“You pushed her too far.”

Hoseok glances up, huffing as Jimin lingers in the doorway. “She’s fine. I’m an expert, as you constantly seem to forget.”

Jimin still looks on edge. He runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head at the pro dom. Secretly, Hoseok is amused that Jimin had to stop before he could cum. The perfect undercutting, and he didn’t even have to set it up himself. Now, the pornstar watches a sleeping Y/n with a dark look in his eye. “Mistakes happen. I heard about what happened when you took her to your work.”

Hoseok bristles at the clear insult. “I’ll never let that happen to her again.”

“No, you won’t,” Jimin insists, gaze only softening when he sees you wriggle around in your sleep, arm stretching out beyond the covers. “I don’t care what you think of me, but if you hurt her like that again - if you hurt any of them - you’ll have hell to pay.”

“Do you think I’m a fucking sex monster set out to hurt people?” Hoseok asks incredulously, fighting to keep his voice low. “I take my craft seriously, and I’d never intentionally harm someone. Besides, it’s rich coming from you. Lighting her neck up like a Pollock painting.”

Jimin’s grim demeanour lifts as his eyes dart to the vast expanse of hickies on your skin. “She liked getting them just as much as I liked giving them. Why; are you jealous? I’m not gonna go soft on you just because you admitted to your little crush on me.”

“It’s not a crush,” Hoseok spits immediately, before collecting himself. Glancing down, he ensures that you’re still sleeping deeply before he stands up, approaching Jimin. “One thing was made clear today,” he starts, using his height to make Jimin’s head crane up, “this house isn’t big enough for the both of us. Something’s gotta give.”

“I agree,” Jimin states, stepping back to cross his arms and stare up at Hoseok in distaste. “How about you give up?”

“Not without a fair fight.” Hoseok puts his dom face on, stiffening his jaw and narrowing his brows. Despite Jimin’s bold exterior, he doesn’t miss the way the pornstar swallows and shrinks slightly. “You and me, Sunday night. The one who submits or cums first accepts defeat and resigns from the competition.”

Jimin glares, eyes hardening in suspicion. “Why not just now, or tomorrow? Scared you’ll lose?”

Hoseok grins. Jimin’s considering it, and that means he’s already won. “You haven’t even done your prompt yet this week. Be grateful I’m giving you one last chance before you’re cut off. Unless you wanna leave the competition with the blue balls Y/n gave you tonight?”

“You’re on,” Jimin confirms. “And when you resign on Sunday, I’ll enjoy the look of pure humiliation on your face at creating your own defeat.”

“That’s a nice dream,” Hoseok fires back. “Fuck off and go dream it.”

Jimin just smirks, eyes lowering. “Goodnight.” He leaves after that, not bothering to shut Y/n bedroom door behind him.

Belatedly, Hoseok glances down, cursing at the obvious sight of his strained erection. Great. Real strong front there, Hoseok.

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[javier-pena]

Astrid hello!! I've heard tell that you want people to talk to you about Javi G and uh ... I just can't get the image of him driving the two of you somewhere and having to pull over to fuck you in the car because he's so worked up out of my headdd 😌 (feel free to delete if you don't want to/can't answer!! I totally understand!)

- @javisjeanjacket

Hi! Okay, anyway, writing this nearly was the end of me, but I hope it's what you were looking for!

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Rating: it's so explicit that I'm thinking about getting a new identity actually

Summary: the ask says it all, but car s*x

Warnings: fingering | multiple orgasms | spanking | a bit of butt stuff | public sex | masturbation (male) | cum eating

Notes: "i am simply ready to lose my mind. you warned me about this but was i prepared? no." - Dani @javierpcna

***

The leather of the backseat scrapes uncomfortably against your knees, you feel your skin stick to the warm surface. Sweat is forming on your brow, your arms, your legs. Everything is hot and sticky and heavy. Your pants fog up the window in front of you, and the landscape behind it appears murky, despite the late afternoon sun, despite the light dancing over the glistening waves below. If you raise your head slightly, you can even see the next bend in the road.

But you don’t lift your head – you can’t. You press your forehead against the glass, your nails scraping against the rough, leathery surface of the door, while you’re being pushed forward over and over again by precise, well-timed thrusts, by three fingers focused on one spot, three fingers that are your entire world.

I just wanna show you the view.

Javi wasn’t lying when he said that, when he pulled the car over. You are looking at the view, but you aren’t seeing it, not really, not in a way you were meant to be seeing it. Because the minute he stopped the car, his hands were all over you, under your skirt, on your chest – squeezing, holding, teasing. You couldn’t blame him because you had been feeling much the same, had felt an ever-growing itch during his week-long absence, one phone calls and expensive toys hadn’t been able to scratch. And when he had suggested taking you out to dinner after getting back from the airport, you’d been slightly disappointed. Yes, you enjoy the build-up, the tension, the teasing, but tonight you need it hard and fast and dirty.

You hadn’t made it to the restaurant.

Javi was impatient in the car, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his foot like lead on the gas pedal. The second your hand found his thigh, the muscles tense like steel, he pulled over.

I just wanna show you the view.

The words were slightly slurred, and the next thing you heard was a ripping sound when he tore your panties, tore them right off you, like impatiently unwrapping a gift. He found you hot and wet and wanting, he all but lifted you onto the backseat and here you are now, your skirt pushed up, your backside exposed, your slick dripping down your thighs.

“Baby,” you moan after a particularly rough thrust. You bite your lip when he does it again. “Fuck!” It’s breathless, it’s quiet, it barely scratches the surface of how good he makes you feel.

His other hand lands on the soft flesh of your backside with a crack and you gasp, your forehead knocking against the glass. Your legs tremble as you push yourself back towards him.

“Again,” you groan. “Do it again.”

He does, and the pain turns into searing hot pleasure so intense that when he thrusts his fingers into you next, you come all over them, coating them with your slick, with wet, hot release, trembling, spilling, screaming his name. Through the haze you hear a new sound, you hear how he pulls down his zipper, you even hear his hand pushing aside the fabric of his expensive dress pants, the dark green ones, the ones you love the most, followed by a sigh of relief.

You clench around his fingers at the prospect of his next move, anticipating how he will fill you up, first with his cock, then with his release, and it feels as if you didn’t just come, and maybe you haven’t because when he starts moving his fingers again, you tumble towards another edge at alarming speed.

“Need you--,” you groan through gritted teeth, “--inside, please, God, please, please, Javi, I’ve missed you so much, I’ve missed your …,” you swallow hard, “your cock, please …”

He huffs, and suddenly he’s hovering above you, his fingers on your chin, pulling so your head disconnects from the cooling support of the glass. His palm hovers in front of your face, and without hesitation you lick it, tasting leather and sweat and him. He allows you to suck two fingers into your mouth, to feel their heavy weight on your tongue before he pushes them slightly deeper, making you gag, making you feel full on both ends, before pulling them out. His hand disappears and the wet sounds that follow, mixed with his low grunts are like a heady soundtrack to your own pleasure.

You listen, and imagine his face, his hooded eyes, his reddened cheeks, his curls sticking up in odd places, and suddenly you find yourself yearning for how he looks when he’s fucked out and glowing and sated. You cannot wait to give that to him, so you try to pull yourself off his fingers to turn around, but he stops you with a harsh command.

“Stay!”

You follow his orders and listen to him fucking into his own fist, thinking about how it could be your cunt instead, and he knows you’re thinking it, too, that’s why he teases you like that, that’s why he makes you listen to his pleasure, why he keeps you on the tip of his fingers where he can feel you clench in time with his hand moving over himself.

“Did you think of me?” you ask with the last bit of strength you have left.

A grunt is all you receive as confirmation. But he does pull out his fingers and you tense because you know what’s about to happen.

His hand is so wet, covered in your slick like this that when he grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes, he leaves cooling imprints against your hot skin. He slaps you again, does it two times more – grab, slap, grab, slap. You whimper, a pitiful little sound that makes him snarl.

“Harder,” you demand.

This time, your wish remains unheard. Instead, he buries his index finger between your wet folds, then moves it up, leaving a wet trail in its wake, until he reaches a destination you both have only talked about visiting without making the actual trip. But when his wet digit probes it carefully, you want it, want him so much it makes you light-headed, makes you feel fuzzy and high.

His deep voice cuts through the blanket of lust surrounding you. “You’re so tight”, the tip of his finger slips past the firm ring of muscle, “… tight little hole for me to fill.”

He holds you hooked on his finger, like a fish caught, while he continues to stroke himself frantically. You hold your breath, listening to the obscene sounds his hand is making, listening to his pants and moans, and you wish you knew where his eyes are, but you think you can guess. Then something shifts, he shifts, and he’s closer now, also deeper inside of you, while his thumb is buried between your folds again, and your entire body clenches with need.

His thumb finds your clit and it’s over, you come with a scream that echoes around the stuffy car – it might be his name, it might be a curse – but you pull his index finger deeper inside of you as your orgasm rips through you, and he gasps in surprise, deep and desperate. He tries to wait until you’re done, but you won’t stop shaking, your cunt won’t stop fluttering like a butterfly caught in a storm, so he pulls his finger out of you while you’re still coming, making you mewl at the loss.

You feel it, hot and heavy and hard, as he drags his cock through your drenched folds, up until it brushes against where you want him inside of you, but his hot release is already coating your back, your thighs, your over-sensitive center.

You both need to come back down to reality and you need to do it now before someone finds you like this. “We’re gonna be late.”

“Late for what?”

God, his voice! Hearing it after he’s just come makes your legs feel like jelly.

You swallow. “Dinner.”

“Oh, did I forget to specify what kind of dinner?” he teases.

Both of his hands hold you in place as he leans down over your back and drags his tongue over your skin covered in sweat and his own release. When your high giggle turns into a deep moan, he whispers against you.

“I have all I need right here.”

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[salemwritesxx]

↳ bottom bakugou(32) x top reader (32)

request: Could I request Bakugo wanting to surprise you after you get home from a rlly long mission, so he greets you on the kitchen by wearing only an apron and a buttplug on after you put the children to bed. Breeding and impregnating him AGAIN with your child. Maybe ends w/ their children coming to their room cuz they heard some noises and was scared <//3

w.count: 5040

content warning: fluff and smut; fluffy smut with lots of kisses, male pregnancy mentioned, breeding and impregnation mentioned, baku and y/n already have two children (2 and 4), mention of c-section scars

“Welcome home.”, he grinned at you with that glint in his ruby eyes, arms crossed and leaning against the wall.

“Ah…”, you just came through the door, when your husband greeted you, a smile immediately on your lips as your own e/c eyes shimmered, “I’m home.”

And before Katsuki could say anything anymore, you were already in front of him, strong arms wrapped around him as he was pressed against your body; immediately, he relaxed into the embrace, his own arms slung around your back and his hands gliding up your spine almost timidly as if you were just some hallucination and he had to make sure you were real.

It had been over a month since he last could hug you, due to your mission having been so stupidly long. Though before any of you could say anything, you already heard squealing.

“Daddy!! IT’S DADDY! DADDY IS HOME!”, your four year old screamed excitedly as he rushed down the staircase, hence you and Katsuki detangled again, just so you could kneel down and catch Haruki who was jumping into your arms.

“Hahaha, Daddy missed you too, Haru!”, hearing your happy laugh truly melted Bakugou’s heart, before you both got interrupted by a whiny “Daaaddyyy!” coming from your two year old who stood on the edge of the staircase, thus activating Bakugou’s fatherly instincts instantly.

Though before he could rush up the stairs, you said, “It’s okay Nao, just wait a bit, Daddy will get you.”, hence you stood up, Haru on your arm.

As you walked past your husband, your free hand brushed along his back for a moment, a fleeting gentle touch that immediately made him feel all warm and fuzzy, his own hand drawing along your arm until he reached your hand and had to let go once you were past him and walked up the staircase.

Meeting Naoki at the end of the stairs, he immediately wrapped his arm around your neck when you grabbed him with a “There we go.”, both of your sons cuddling into your arms.

“Shouldn’t you two be asleep already, hm?”, you chuckled as you walked back into the hallway, Bakugou, who finally got changed properly, as he had been standing there in mere pants due to him freshly coming out of the shower when you came home, then crossed his arms and shook his head.

“I let them stay up.”,

“Oh…”, you simply smiled, which only made your husband softly smile as well when he saw how much they cuddle into you; Bakugou knew how excited they were when he told them about Daddy being on his way home – honestly, it was his own fault, but he was also pretty happy and excited to have his husband back home soon.

“AND! I was not sleepy at all! Nhn! Haru was not sleepy!”, to which Naoki approvingly nodded with a “Not sleepy!”

Both you and Bakugou looked at each other with an amused smile on your lips, before you said, “I know, I know, you are big boys already, huh? But now even the strongest little heroes need to sleep, right, Dad?”, you then looked to Katsuki who stepped closer just to ruffle Nao’s spiky hair that was so similar to his, “Right. So they can wake up and save the world again tomorrow.”

“Uhhggh but DAA-AAD! Nao and I want to play with Daddy now!”, Haru whined loudly, though one glance from Katsuki was enough to make him pout and cross his arms.

“I know, but Daddy is tired, right? And you promised me you will go to bed once Daddy is back home.”, he looked at you for a little help, one glance enough so you kneeled down to put your kids onto the ground, even if it was only 9 pm, but it was way past bedtime for your little ones.

“That’s right. Daddy was gone so long, he is really tired. But I promise we will play tomorrow, okay? Haru? Nao? Promise?”, you smiled at them and offered both of your pinkies, your sons immediately hooking their own into them.

“It’s a promise, Daddy!”

“Pwomise!”, Nao excitedly threw the other hand into the air, making your heart seriously melt as you nodded.

“Okay, now. Be good little heroes and go into your bedroom, Daddy will be there in just a second, okay?”

Haru was still pouting a bit, though he nodded as he took Naoki’s hand so they slowly walked up the stairs just how you and Bakugou showed them (Naoki going down the stairs was, however, still something Katsuki liked to monitor until Nao was a little bit older), leaving you and your husband, who had just watched the scene silently, alone for a moment.

“I love you.”, he said out loud so suddenly it surprised you, though in a good kind of way as you couldn’t hold back your grin when you grabbed him around his hips to whisper an “I love you too, Baby.”

If he wasn’t already a puddle because he just loved the way you talked to your sons, Katsuki sure as hell was very close to being one right now, literally melting in your arms, not wanting to let go, though he knew he had to.

“Will you join me in the kitchen later? I’m starving!”, Katsuki whispered so seductively that you had to really bite your lip in order not to let your emotions get the best of you, since he exactly knew what he was doing with his choice of words.

“I will, just let me take a quick shower and then we can eat.”, the smirk on your lips and the twitching of your eyebrows only made Bakugou’s grin a little wider as he let go of you to walk up the stairs to tuck your kids into bed.

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While you were busy in the shower, Bakugou quietly sneaked into his bedroom to prepare the surprise he had been planning ever since you left for the mission, because even though you were married with two children didn’t mean the love and desire he felt for you had faded over time – if anything, it had just gotten stronger.

Thus, when he was in the kitchen, doing something at the counter, your whistle immediately made him grin and turn around a bit.

“Hmmm, now that’s what I call a feast.”, your own grin spread across your face as you approached him. You didn’t even bother putting anything on after showering besides a fresh pair of underwear.

“You like it?”, it was barely whispered when you were close enough that his breath was tickling your cheek. An apron was merely covering his body, and a little heart shaped diamond was sneakily peeking out, revealing the buttplug he had inserted.

Katsuki was pressed against your body once more, arms wrapped around you tightly and your own also holding him close, while your face was buried in the nook of his neck – inhaling his scent.

“I love it. Hmm fuck, I missed you! My handsome, gorgeous husband. I was so lonely!”, you mumbled against his skin, feeling his beautiful body melting against your own so perfectly as he also buried his face at your shoulder.

“Me too… I missed you so fucking much. Even though Haru and Nao kept me quite busy…Haha look what you fucking did to me? I can’t even fall asleep without you anymore. I’m all mushy now.”, he laughed, hugging you even tighter.

“Hmmm, I’m glad I’m not the only one.”, pulling back a bit, you also giggled.

Then, you leaned in, your foreheads touching for a moment and just relishing those quiet seconds, before he closed the distance between your lips, his nose brushing against your own, then his lips against yours as he barely whispered an “I love you.” again, just to connect them at last after your mumbled “I love you, too.”

And it truly was like little fireworks as he held on to you desperately, softly moaning into your mouth when your hands traveled down to his tiny waist, you immediately taking the chance to slip your tongue between his lips, brushing against his and entwining them.

“Mhhhh”, blissfully groaning, Katsuki twitched when you grabbed his small, firm butt with your big hands eventually, just to openly moan the moment your fingers sneakily pushed against the heart shaped diamond at the end of the plug, moving it like that.

“Y/n…”, he breathlessly gasped when he pulled back just an inch, his ruby eyes shimmering when he whispered, “Let’s have another brat… What do you think?” catching you so off-guard for a moment that you stopped every movement just to stare at him.

“Wait… Really? You mean it?”, your surprise from before faded away and was replaced by a big, wide happy grin that made Bakugou laugh excitedly, knowing how overjoyed you were. Nodding with a big smile on his face as well, he then confirmed, “Yes. I mean it.”

Immediately, Katsuki felt your grip tightening around him, only to gasp in surprise when you suddenly grabbed and swung him around as if he was a mere piece of paper, just to giggle and squeeze you also tightly.

You both had talked about a big family even before Haruki was born, but after your latest son’s birth, Katsuki kind of didn’t mention it again, probably because you both had to settle into your new role as parents of two very agile boys. That’s why, hearing your husband say he was ready for another baby, was just overwhelming.

“Let’s go upstairs!”, was the thing you declared, only to make your husband yelp your name in embarrassment when you threw him over your shoulder so easily, exposing him and the buttplug completely.

“Y/n! You are so stupid!”, though he couldn’t help but chuckle even though he was ‘punching’ you in the back all ‘angrily’ when you carried him upstairs and into the bedroom, glad that your two baby boys were sleeping soundly in the room opposite of yours.

Closing the door behind you quietly, you didn’t waste much time and thus, Katsuki fell into the big bed with you crawling on top of him, his arms however instantly welcoming you as he wrapped them around your neck.

“Hmmm, you know… I wouldn’t mind if you’d cook for me dressed like that.”, you purred deeply as you pressed open-mouthed kisses against his neck, making him shiver and groan blissfully.

“I- I’ll remember it for the next time… when…the boys are at their grandparents’ ...”, giggling and sort of moaning at the same time, his body reacted instantly, pushing himself against your hands that were roaming his body and sneaking underneath it to play with the strings of the apron.

“You are so… beautiful. God, how did I get so fucking lucky?”, your words were enough to make him softly blush and kick you, though very harmlessly, because you knew exactly he didn’t know how to respond properly to compliments like that.

“Anh, Y/n-“, arching his back slightly, your big hands had opened the strings around his waist, giving Katsuki the chance to pull the apron away from his body completely and thus exposing himself.

And so, you kissed down to his chest where you started leaving little bite marks and kisses; every time his sensitive skin slipped between your teeth, his body reacted way too violently, twitching and moving and his lips escaping cute, lewd sounds.

“So pretty… Hmmm.”, your lips against his skin vibrated so deliciously and made him squirm a bit, only for Bakugou to quietly groan when you flicked against his bud, just to moan out when you bit and pulled gently.

“You’re gonna be all full again when you’re pregnant… And leaking all the time…Just like the first two times…hmmmm I can’t wait!”

“Y/n…”, he hated to admit it, but your words really turned him on, knowing how feral you were during his past two pregnancies, because something about his pregnant body just made you so horny and wild, not even giving him a chance to feel insecure or bad about himself.

“And your belly… So cute and round.”, slowly wandering down with your lips, you kissed all over his body that had some stretch marks from the previous bumps and wasn’t as firm as it was in his younger years of being a hero.

The pregnancies had left their scars on his bodies and for a while, Bakugou was insecure about them, especially having been so well-trained and having big muscles, to his skin being scarred with stretch-marks – it truly was a transition to liking himself again, but with your help, it was easier.

Kissing past his belly button, you then stopped when you reached his c-section scars and the loose skin, your hands that had travelled with you down his sides resting on his hips as you laid between his legs.

“You really want to go through this a third time, Baby?”

He was a little surprised when he raised his head to look down and into your own shimmering e/c eyes, though he just smiled and reached out his hand to touch your cheek.

“Yes… I want to have a big family with you. So even if it means I’ll get more flabby skin and a third scar, I don’t give one fuck about it! Just promise me… you will still fuck me from time to time, even if I look horrendous.”, Katsuki grinned, maybe to hide his actual feelings, you didn’t know, but you didn’t have to, because the moment those words escape his lips, you sat back up and crawled on top of him again.

“Katsuki! Don’t say that.”, you leaned in, lips brushing against his as you continued in a hushed voice, “You will always be gorgeous in my eyes. I will always love and desire you.”, as you pecked them in between, making him gulp as he tried not to get emotional – and he wasn’t even pregnant yet! – before wrapping his arms around your neck and smashing his lips against your own.

Letting your lips melt against each other and your tongues dance passionately, you grinded your covered cock against his, Bakugou instantly moaning into your mouth so lewdly as his own hips started moving with your own, rubbing against you.

“Mhhh Ahh!”, he didn’t hold back blissfully groaning and moaning against your lips, especially when you pushed him into the sheets like that, with your hips rolling so deliciously against his, only to almost sadly whine when you stopped and broke the kiss, Bakugou, however, following you with little pecks against your lips, not wanting to stop yet, until he was physically unable to raise his head any more, earning your chuckle and “You’re so cute!” that made him groan a bit.

“Y/n…”, barely whispering your name, he watched as you traveled between his legs again, this time however, not stopping and going past his scars, following the soft blonde hair until you reached his leaking cockhead, letting your tongue swirl around it to taste his precum and earning his delightful moan as you licked along his hard shaft down to his balls, sucking on one of them softly.

“D-Don’t play- with me!”, he choked out, though you didn’t listen, your index and middle finger that were wrapped around the heart-shaped end of his buttplug pulled on it lightly to make him moan, before you started moving it a bit.

“Hmmm, but… you did all of this for me, no? Might as well enjoy it a little, hmhm.”, you chuckled and he whined as a response, as well as his hands clawing at your shoulders and leaving scratches as he tried to pull you back up.

So in the end, you complied and sat back up, meeting your husband eye-to-eye once more.

“So demanding.”, a soft giggle escaped your throat as you brushed your nose against his, Bakugou barely grunting and giving you little kisses – he missed you. Not feeling each other over a month made him very, very needy for all the love.

With his legs spread, your hand kept moving between them, Katsuki wantonly moaning against your lips and holding on tightly as you pulled the buttplug out just a bit, spreading his hole and then thrusting it back in.

“Ahnh Y/n… I love you. Fuck, I missed you.”, he whined, lips brushing against yours, giving you no other chance but to connect them for deep, demanding kisses while your free arm was slung around him so you could hold him against you protectively.

And then, Katsuki’s hand slowly started wandering as well, until your own deep groan got lost in his hot mouth when he snuck underneath your underwear to wrap his digits around your throbbing cock.

Spreading his legs a little more, he completely melted against your side while his hand moved inside your pants. Smearing around the precum on your tip and rubbing his thumb against the sensitive underside of your cockhead, just to hear your own grunts and lewd moans.

“I’m gonna… pull it out, yeah?”, you breathlessly whispered against his lips, his approvingly whined “Mhm” everything you needed to hear before you properly took the heart-shaped end of the buttplug and pulled on it, earning your husband’s loud grunting and blissful moaning; the plug spread him wide open, until it quietly popped out, leaving his hole twitching and gaping for more.

“Please… breed me. Fuck me! Impregnate me! Y/n!!!”, Katsuki moaned out and bucked his hips, wanting to be fucked so desperately, his half-closed ruby eyes gleaming with want and lust and tears pooling in the corner of them.

“Hmm, you don’t have to tell me twice!”, the low purr against his lips made Bakugou all giddy, his hand that had been pumping your cock, now slipping away so you could get rid of your underwear.

Katsuki just watched you with half-closed ruby eyes and softly panting as you reached for the lube, his hands lightly shaking with excitement and one lazily stroking his own dick while he waited for you, before he opened his arms willingly when you were crawling on top of him once more.

Digging his nails into your back, your lips collided and melted into each other ones more, soft moans getting swallowed in the process. Spreading his legs, he waited, though not for long when he vividly felt your cockhead pressing against his sloppy hole, just for him to moan and whine loudly as you spread him open.

Guiding your cock for a few inches, you eventually thrusted inside of him balls-deep, earning his delightful grunts and mewls when you filled him out fully, Katsuki’s eyes closed and face twisted in pleasure as he relished the moment of being connected again.

Just looking at him, your heart quenched, wondering how you deserved someone so amazing and beautiful by your side, hence startling him a little when you buried both of your hands into his spiky hair, his ruby eyes fluttering open in surprise.

“I love you… I love you so much. And I missed you so, so fucking much.”, your barely choked out, only to connect your lips once more, Bakugou’s instinctive reaction being to also wrap his arms and legs around you, being smushed together deliciously, your heavy body pressed against his own hot one.

“Me to-… Ahnh!!”, he didn’t have time to articulate much more when you started moving, a blissful moan leaving his lips, before you stifled it as you kissed him, Katsuki instantly returning the desperate, passionate gesture as your tongues entwined and fought, drool trickling down his chin in the process.

At first, you were moving rather slow, barely grinding your cockhead against that sweet spot inside of him, before you increased your pace at last, his nails digging into your back while your own were buried in his scalp and shoulder, holding him close against you and not letting him go.

Your balls slapping against his ass with every vigorous thrust sent Katsuki higher and higher into the clouds, drifting away on a wave of pleasure. Drops of sweat dripping down his temple over his cheek, due to his quirk but also because of the sheer passion you shared, mixing with his hot tears he couldn’t hold back from overwhelming emotions of pleasure and love.

“Y/n! Y/n! Ahnh AH!”, at last, he had to pull back and throw his head into the pillow, moaning while trying his best not to be too loud because of your babies, though it was hard when you penetrated him so skillfully. Ramming your cock into his ass, marking what was yours over and over again as you rearranged his insides once more.

“Ahnh! I mi-miss-ed thi- HANH!”, Katsuki gasped and sobbed, sweaty bodies moving together so deliciously, the heavy scent of love making filling the air, your own natural scent mixed with your soap clouding his mind more and more as he only knew how to hold on desperately, loving the way you were pressed together.

You missed him so much, even if you said it out loud multiple times, Bakugou could feel it in your movements and the way you held him.

As you gently tucked on his hair, he followed your demand as you tilted his head a bit, giving you a bit more room to work with, only to bite his bottom lip in order not to moan too loudly and lewdly when you pressed kisses onto his neck once more. Your tongue catching a few drops of his sweat as you licked over his Adam’s apple, before you caught his sweet, delicate skin between your teeth to suckle softly.

Bakugou usually was more careful when it came to hickeys and love bites, wanting them in places that could be easily hidden with clothes, but in that moment, he didn’t care, he only moaned and spurred you on, his heels pressing into your hips as they irregularly jerked against his ass.

“Y/n!! Y/n!”, sobbing and hiccupping your name, Katsuki felt the hot waves in his lower abdomen becoming stronger and stronger. He was close.

As you raised your head to look at him, the sight alone made your stomach turn as a strong wave of lust swept through your body, seeing your husband enjoying himself so much – he looked so cute and lewd.

“Y/n- I… I’m gonna…”, Katsuki tried to warn you, but you just leaned over him and pecked his lips, saying in a hushed voice and out of breath as well, “M-me … too- fuck!” before you got pulled in as he had captured your lips once more, another sloppy kiss igniting.

“HmhhMM!!”, with suppressed and stifled moans against your lips, Bakugou’s tightened the grip from his legs around your hips, almost giving you no room to move, yet, you didn’t care as your hips rapidly jerked against his ass.

The last few thrusts against his sweet spot were enough at last, Katsuki’s nails almost drawing blood on your sweaty back as he moaned and whined, his sounds thankfully getting stifled due to kissing you. However, as you fucked him through his orgasm, his cock bouncing so pathetically as he released all over his belly with big spurts of cum, Katsuki’s body was shaking and spasming in your arms.

His insides fluttering around you and tightening were almost too much, your vigorous thrusts coming to a halt just a few moments after his own orgasm as you buried yourself balls-deep into his ass one last time.

Pulling away from his lips, Bakugou opened his eyes the moment you threw your head back, watching attentively as your Adam’s apple moved and your faced twisted in pleasure, it sent another jolt of pure lust through his body – this was because of him. He could make you feel this good.

“Y/n-“, barely choking out your name, you also just gasped his in response.

For a moment, you looked into each other’s eyes, before you pressed a soft kiss against his swollen, red lips, just to rest your head against his shoulder, Katsuki’s cheek instantly leaning on it as he hugged you against his sweaty body, feeling your weight pushing him down so perfectly, your legs tangled and both of you heavily gasping.

After a few minutes of just silence that was disrupted by heavy breathing, you eventually managed to raise your head and push yourself back up and onto your elbows.

“I’m gonna pull out, okay?”, brushing your lips against his, sweet, innocent little kisses were shared as Katsuki nodded, barely breathing a “Hm”, before a delightful hiss escaped his dry throat as you slowly pulled back until your cock slipped out.

Rolling over, you fell beside him into bed.

Bakugou could vividly feel your seed inside of him, drops of cum dripping from his hole – the sheer bliss of being bred was making him shiver; rolling over as well and snuggling into your body, your arm instantly wrapped around him to hold him.

“Hey…”

“Hm?”, you turned your had to look at him.

“I’m glad you’re home again…”, Katsuki tiredly smiled, before his ruby eyes closed when you leaned down to smooch him.

“Me too. I missed you and the babies so much.”, and like that, you had rolled over a bit to have a better position while kissing him, Bakugou happily sighing into the soft kisses, tongues lazily brushing against each other.

“Hey… we should go clean…”, he whispered against your lips, though with how he was still clinging to you, you just giggled and rolled around so he was pushed back in the mattress again.

“Hmmm, already? How about… a little bit more?”, the way you giggled, so utterly smitten and in love as you kissed him over and over, it was quite contagious as his deep, raspy giggle was also heard.

“Just a little…”

“Hmmm just a little.”

And as you slipped your hand down his torso to play with his already soft dick, Katsuki’s hand simultaneously wandered down as well, both of you insatiable and needy for some more love.

--- A few hours later ---

Sighing in bliss as he stepped into the cool room, he walked towards the bed while you walked over to the window you had opened before your shower to get rid of the sex-heavy, stuffy air in your bedroom, before you joined Bakugou in bed – freshly showered once more that night.

“Hah…”, Katsuki sighed as he cuddled closer, one arm wrapped around your torso and his head resting on your chest, “I fucking missed this…”

“Me too.”, slinging your arms around him, you peppered kisses onto his freshly washed hair and face, earning his raspy chuckle.

“Just being able to have you in my arms again after that mission feels like heaven.”

“Yeah… same…”, he barely whispered, before he looked and reached up.

Your foreheads touched and he softly caressed your cheek, exchanging a few last little kisses before you cuddled into the bed and the blankets so you could both finally get the rest you deserved after thoroughly making love again.

However, it must have been less than 30 minutes later when you were both startled as a quiet “Daddy?” made your head perk up.

“Haru?”, you tiredly mumbled his name, your hand reaching out to your nightstand to turn on the lamp.

“Hey, champ, what´s wrong?”, Katsuki, who was laying on your chest still, also raised his head to look at his son who was scurrying to the bed, only to then see the tears trickling down his face.

“I had.. I had- bad dream…”, the little one then broke down as he had tried to keep his tears at bay before that.

Bakugou and you looked at each other for a split-second, then you already reached down to pick up your son.

“It’s okay, Haruki. It was just a dream. Everything’s going to be okay now.”, softly cooing, Katsuki was the one who pressed a gentle kiss onto his son’s cheek as he scooched closer to you and him once more.

“That’s right. No one can hurt you as long as Daddy and I are here.”

“R-really?”, his big, round e/c eyes that clearly were so similar to yours looked at you and Bakugou so innocently, and when Haruki saw both of you nodding, he was a bit relieved, his sobbing calming down a little.

“Dad and I will always protect you and Naoki. Right, Dad?”, you whispered and kissed his forehead, hand gently combing through his spiky h/c hair.

“Mhmh. We will always be there to protect you, Haru.”, Bakugou approved and smiled at his son, something, no one would have ever thought he could do just mere years ago, but having his own kids just… changed him.

Thankfully, your reassuring words helped Haruki to calm down, a few last tears trickling down his cheeks as he nuzzled into your chest; your hand combing through his hair and Bakugou gently caressing his back.

Both of you were quiet for a few minutes, just tending to your little one, until you both heard Haruki evenly breath, telling you he was fast asleep once more, hence you made a small gesture with your head towards the door. After your husband nodded, you carefully stood up and carried your baby back into his room and bed.

Waiting for you, it only took a few moments before you snuck back into the bedroom, softly closing the door and then jumping back into bed to your husband.

“I’m glad he fell asleep so quickly again.”

“Hm.”, Katsuki approvingly nodded and cuddle closer again.

“Tomorrow, make sure to spend lots of time with them, they really missed you.”, he mumbled into your neck, hence you pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek and whispered, “I will.”, making your husband tiredly smile, ruby eyes feeling heavy as he slowly closed them at last.

“Good night, Kat.”, was the last thing he registered before he drifted off, now that you were back, finally being able to fall asleep again, because even though he hated to admit it – he couldn’t sleep properly without you, he was lonely and anxious, but now… Everything was okay.

Because Daddy was finally home again, right where you belonged.

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writer’s note: I’ve worked on this… for a LONG time but I am pretty happy with how it came out! Just being all smoochy smoochy with baku is perfect and I love reunion and reunion sex it’s just and mpreg and just… it was a perfect request👌🏼 thanks again anon!

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Threesome- Part 1 (Levi x Reader x Eren)

The content of this story might be uncomfortable for some readers.

Read at your own discretion

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Levi asked you to meet him in his bedroom after dinner. You and Levi haven't had sex for almost three weeks now. He was out on a mission while your sprained ankle was healing. He specifically asked you, more like commanded you to wear his favourite pair of black lacey lingerie, with a garter belt, stockings, and all. You were so excited to see what he had in store for you as you changed into them, pulling a long coat before heading out towards his room.

You pause for a moment, nervously fixing your hair, and before knocking on his door. Levi swings open the door, smiling at you as he eyes you up and down, almost like he can see you naked even with your coat on.

"Hello..." you say blushing under his gaze. "Hello, sexy!" Levi says as he continues to stare at me.

"Are you just gonna eye-fuck me or are you gonna let me inside too?" You ask as you push past him, starting to unbutton your coat. "Urgh please let's just skip foreplay tonight, I just need you inside me so ba-..." you say turning around while you're slowly removing your coat, you stop dead in your tracks when you see Eren standing beside Levi. You scream, immediately pulling the coat back on and holding onto it tightly.

"WHAT THE FUCK? YOU COULDN'T HAVE WARNED ME?!" you yell, turning red.

"Y/N...." Levi says stepping closer to you as he pulls your hands away from your coat. You hesitate for a moment but let him. "Remember, about two months ago, you said you have fantasised about experiencing a threesome...?" Levi asks, slowly pushing the coat off your shoulder. You blush as the coat falls down your shoulders, although Levi's body covering your almost naked self from Eren's view.

You gulp looking up at Levi, your throat going dry. You glance over his shoulder to look at Eren, he was just intently staring at the both of you. "Y-yeah..." you manage to breathe out.

"So, after a lot of thinking, I thought why not? And I know you and Eren were close at one point, and he respects you enough to still be unbiased towards you no matter what happens... so I thought he'd be the best option for us to try this out..." You just stare up at Levi, not believing that that was his only reason to think of involving Eren.

"And also, if anything goes sideways, not only Captain Levi would kill me, but Mikasa would kill my already dead body too..." Eren adds and you cannot help but laugh. Levi just glares at him over his shoulder. "Don't make me kick you out right now Yeager!" Levi says. You laugh, "Yeah that's more like the actual reason..." you say giggling.

"Well, but it's totally up to you Y/N. If you want, Eren can join us this once, or I'll kick him out and then have my way with you all night long" Levi states as he holds your hands. You look between Levi and Eren, turning redder at all the thoughts of what might happen if you say yes.

"Use your words Y/N," Levi says, breaking your train of thoughts. "No pressure!" Eren chimes in from behind, smiling awkwardly.

"I-... wouldn't mind Levi...." You whisper as you look down at your feet blushing.

"I can't hear you Y/N," Levi says smirking. "Louder so even he can hear you..." Levi says as he moves sideways, Eren now being able to see you completely, a grin forming on his lips as he figures out your answer before you could even speak up.

"Y-yes... I want it..." You say a little louder, looking down at your feet, fiddling with your fingers.

Levi makes you look up at him, leaning down and whispering in your ear, "I want you to be just as freaky as you are when you are with me alone... understood?" Levi asks as he nips your earlobe teasingly. You gulp nodding. "Good girl," Levi says and motions Eren to come over.

"You're free to do whatever you want with Y/N tonight, but you're still going to listen to me if I give any sort of order. After that, if you even look at her with wrong intentions, I'm gonna kill you." Levi threatens him, Eren just nods and steps closer to you, "You look... uh- pretty Y/N" he says, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. You're taken by surprise but kiss him back, Eren's other hand caressing your back and your butt.

"Tch" you hear Levi say as he moves behind you, "She looks sexy and you know it" Levi continues as he presses himself against your back and starts kissing your neck. You let out an involuntary moan, your hands pressing up against Eren's chest. You can feel how ripped he is underneath his shirt. You moan into the kiss and start unbuttoning his shirt hastily removing it.

You can feel both Levi's and Eren's hard-ons press against your lower back and your stomach, and without breaking the kiss you reach down grabbing both of their bulges and plaming it through their pants. Both of them grunt and you feel Levi grab your hips tightly.

Eren starts to sloppily kiss his way down your jaw to your neck and chest. Levi sees him move down to your chest and he reaches up sliding your bra straps off your shoulder. Eren reaches up grabbing your boobs over the fabric and gives them a firm squeeze before pulling your bra down to expose your chest. He doesn't even hesitate and quickly leans in taking your right boob in his mouth, sucking on your nipple. You moan, your hands reach up to grab Eren's hair.

"Tch, brat" Levi says as he grabs one of your hands and brings it back placing your palm on his hard-on again. Eren keeps switching from your right boob to your left, giving both of them equal attention as you moan. You rub your thighs together, getting more and more impatient, you tug on Eren's hair letting out a small whine.

Eren just smirks and gives your nipples one last lick before he trails his kisses down your stomach. He kneels down in front of you, admiring how pretty you look in those panties. He leans down placing a light kiss on your pussy over the thin layer of the fabric. "Already so wet..." Eren says as he pushes your panties to the side and runs a finger up and down your pussy. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, leaning in and licking your clit while pushing a finger inside your pussy. Eren's other hand comes up to rest on your ass as he pulls you closer. You lean back on Levi, moaning and Levi wraps his arm around your waist holding you steady.

Levi's other hand comes up to your chin, making you turn your head to the side, kissing you. You moan against Levi's mouth as Eren starts to eat you out and finger you at the same time. Your hands reach up tugging on Eren's hair, pulling his face closer to your pussy. You pull away from Levi's kiss, out of breath, and moan out Levi's name.

Even though you were occupied with Eren's face between your legs, you can guarantee that Levi is gloating at the fact that you moaned his name instead of Eren's. Eren seemed to take offence at that and he pushes in a second finger, starting to finger you more vigorously.

Levi notices the change in your composure and moans. "Tch..." he says as he steps back with his arm still around your waist, pulling you away from Eren's mouth. "Not yet" Levi states and you whine in response. You see Eren, not even a hint of disappointment on his face as he stands up, complying with Levi. "That's not fair!" you say pouting and Levi just raises an eyebrow at you, and you stop whining immediately.

"On your knees brat" Levi commands and you quickly get down on your knees, looking up at him. Eren steps up beside you and Levi removes his shirt. "Do I need to tell you what to do, brat?" Levi says looking down at you caressing your cheek. "N-no!" you say as you reach up and start unbuttoning Levi's pants. "Good girl," Levi says running his fingers through your hair. Eren watches you and starts unbuttoning his own pants when Levi looks up at him and says, "Stop. She'll do it". Eren just nods in response.

You ignore the blush forming on your cheek and quickly undo Levi's pants pulling them down his legs, his cock right in front of your face and you cannot help reach up stroking his length. You stroke him for a few moments before turning to Eren and starting to undo his pants pulling it down, Eren's length right in front of your face. Both of them quickly discard their pants, and both Levi and Eren were almost the same sizes. You reach up grabbing both of their cocks in your hands as you start stroking him.

Eren lets out a grunt and you lean up taking his tip in your mouth sucking on it while continuing to stroke Levi's length. Eren grabs your hair and pushing your head down his shaft, forcing you to take almost all his length in your mouth. You let him and start sucking him harder.

"Did you forget about me?" Levi says with a hint of scoff. Even though Levi agreed to a threesome it was apparent that he is trying his best to not let jealously overtake him and kick Eren out. You pull away from Eren's length, his length covered in your saliva and you replace your mouth with your hand on his shaft.

"Patience..." you say giggling as you look up at Levi. "I'm not known for my patience..." Levi says and pushes your mouth down his length before you could say anything else. He starts mouth fucking you. You switch between sucking off Eren and Levi and you can feel Levi shift uncomfortably every time Eren moaned your name.

You can feel both of them getting worked up and you start sucking them harder and stroking them faster. When you're sucking off Levi, he grabs your hair and pulls you up to your feet.

"How would you like to fuck this little brat?" Levi asks turning to face Eren. "I- is this a trick question Captain?" Eren asks as he looks over at you, eyeing you up and down. You can only imagine what kind of things are going on inside Eren's head after that question.

"Does it look like I'm in a mood for trick questions? Do you or do you not want to fuck Y/N?" Levi says annoyed. "Tch don't be so mean captain!" You say as you lean in and kiss Levi's neck. Levi sucks in a breath, nothing beats neck kisses for Levi. "Brat" Levi says.

"Uh- I'd like Y/N to ride me, captain," Eren says gulping.

"Very well, you heard him Y/N. Do as he says" Levi says stepping back.

"You better moan my name this time Y/N," Eren says as he steps in closer to you, whispering in your ear. You blush, nodding as Eren gets on the bed, stroking his length.

Welp, it's going to be a long night.

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The Bargain

Boba Fett x Fem!Reader x The Mandalorian

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: You’re Din’s girlfriend but Boba makes no effort to hide his attraction to you. After they come back drunk one night, Din finds a way to settle his gambling debt with Boba.

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, very dubious consent, oral (m receiving), fingering, degradation, dirty talk, alcohol and gambling references

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It’s late. You sit in the hull of the Crest, waiting up for your boyfriend to return. He’s been out longer than you were expecting him to be.

Din never does anything for himself, so when he was invited out with some other guys, you encouraged him to go. He didn’t want to, but you eventually convinced him.

Finally, you hear the hatch open. You can tell Din is drunk simply by the sound of his footsteps coming up the ramp, they’re less calculated and intentional. They're also not alone.

Shit.

You were not expecting company. All you’re wearing is some tiny silk shorts and an even tinier silk tank top.

Fuck.

It's Boba. You’re not a huge fan of Boba. He never fails to make you uncomfortable by blatantly gawking at you or making some inappropriate comments about how hot you are. Even though it bothers you, Din doesn’t seem to mind Boba’s blatant attempts to flirt with you, in fact you think Din likes the idea of Boba being jealous of him.

Din and Boba stumble onto the ship and take their helmets off, dropping them lazily on the ground.

“Hey baby girl.” Din purrs.

“Hi.” You respond softly as Din pulls you in for a hot make out sesh and grabs handfuls of your ass— something he wouldn’t normally do in front of company if he were sober.

You break the kiss and turn to Boba, who is just standing there in front of you and Din.

“Y/n, looking gorgeous as ever.” Boba says.

“Hi Boba.” You say quietly.

You turn back to Din, who is still holding you in his arms with a firm hold on your butt. “How was it?” You ask.

“It was good…except–”

“–except your Mandalorian gambled away three thousand credits to me.” Boba laughs.

“Three thousand?!” You say to Din.

“Mmmmmm I’m sorry baby, c’mere” Din says, grabbing your cheek and pulling you in for another racey make out.

“Y’know Din....” Boba says, prompting Din to break the kiss and turn to look at him. “There’s another way you could settle your debt with me.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” Din asks, still holding you tight against him.

“You’re girl….she’s….she’s so fuckin pretty.” Boba says as he slowly takes steps closer to you.

Din looks at Boba for a moment. Your eyes dart between them; you can tell they’re silently communicating with each other. Then, Din releases one of his arms from you, still holding the other around your waist. He looks you up and down. “Isn’t she?” He says in a deep tone, rubbing the soft silk fabric on your ass.

Boba intrudes another step closer to you. “I mean, her body is just stunning, Din.” He says locking his dangerous gaze on you. “I bet her tits are amazing.”

“Oh, they are.” Din says, bringing his hand to your silky spaghetti strap hanging on your shoulder.

“Five hundred.” Din says

“Two hundred.” Boba returns.

“Three-fifty.” Din counters

Boba silently nods his head once. Din slowly begins to pull the straps of your tank top down your arms.

“…Din.” You say grabbing his hand, looking deep into his eyes.

“Shhhhhhh it’s okay baby.” He whispers in your ear.

Your heart beats out of your chest as Din pulls your top down to expose your breasts. You’re so nervous and uncomfortable that you’re frozen, unable to move or say anything. Your top falls down to your feet, leaving your chest bare in front of the two men, your nipples hard as ever.

“You wanna feel them? They’re so fuckin soft.” Din says in a low voice looking at Boba. “Five hundred.”

Boba simply nods again and removes his gloves, tossing them on the ground. He brings his hands out and fondles your tits, squeezing them and caressing them, rubbing his thumbs over your hard nipples.

Din still has one arm around your waist, but has stepped back a bit to give Boba room to your body.

You stand perfectly still, trying to keep your cool.

“Shit, Din, you’re a lucky man.” Boba says with your tits in his hands.

You cannot believe the situation you’re in right now. You should pull your top up and slap Din across the face, but you don’t. You’re timid and speechless and incredibly uncomfortable….but you can’t deny how incredibly turned on you are.

“What about her ass? Five hundred.” Boba says.

“Oh, her ass is great too.” Din remarks softly. “Look how much of a slut she is.” He says, pulling down your shorts to reveal your black lace G-string.

“Oh what a naughty girl.” Boba says as he wraps his arms around you and grabs your ass with both his hands, kneading it with his rough palms.

“Fuck, Din.” Boba says, turning to look at him.

Even though you basically hate Boba, something about Din giving him permission to touch you lights a fire in you. And the fact that Boba wants to touch you so bad that he’s willing to pay Din hundreds of credits for it.

Din lightly chuckles. “If you think her ass and tits are nice….you should see her cunt.” He says in a stern, deep voice.

“A thousand.” Boba says letting go of you and taking a step back.

Din returns his arm around you and cradles you for a moment. “Baby, be a good girl for daddy and show Boba your tight little pussy.”

You look into Din’s eyes. “Din I–”

“–It’s okay, princess. Boba’s a nice guy, isn’t that right, Boba?” Din says, turning to look at Boba.

“Oh yes.” He responds. “Come on, little one. Don’t you wanna be a good girl for your daddy?”

Din releases you from his arms and takes a step back next to Boba. You take a deep breath and without saying anything, slowly pull your panties down your legs while the two men watch.

Boba smiles. “Yeahhhh, that’s what I thought. Why don’t you lie back on the table for me, doll?” He says motioning you to the small table that’s up against the wall of the Crest.

Your legs shake as you walk to the table and hoist yourself up onto it. The cold metal against your bare skin gives you goosebumps as you lie down across the table, your shins hanging off the end.

“Awwww, what an obedient little thing she is, Din. The fuck you do to deserve her?” Boba says.

Din scoffs. “Oh, I don’t deserve her pal.” He says patting Boba on the shoulder.

Boba slowly walks up to the table and positions himself between your legs. He runs his rugged hands up your smooth thighs as you lie back and try your best to breathe steadily.

“Fuck.” Boba says tracing his middle finger through your folds. “If this isn’t the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. So tight….so wet”

You let out a whimper as Boba runs his fingers through your slick. Boba chuckles. “Ahh, she likes this, Din. She's a dirty little girl.” He says.

Boba turns to Din. “You’ve gotta let me fuck ‘er, Din, I have to feel this pussy around my cock.”

Din walks to the side of the table and caresses your shoulder. He leans over and plants a kiss on your quivering lips. “Come on baby.” He whispers into your mouth. “Boba just wants to feel what I get to feel every night. He’s being so kind by forgiving my debts, this is the perfect way to thank him.” Din kisses your collarbone. “Why don’t you say thank you to him?” He says standing up straight.

You turn your gaze to Boba, who’s still standing in between your legs with his fingers in your pussy. “Th-thank you Boba.” You mutter.

“Call me sir, princess.” Boba says.

“Thank you sir.” You say.

Boba inhales. “Let’s get you ready for me then.” He says as he shoves his middle finger into your tiny hole.

“Ah!” You cry out as he begins pumping his finger in and out of you.

“Fuck, so fuckin tight.” Boba purrs.

Din caresses your cheek. “You like the way he’s touching you baby?” He asks.

“Mhmmm.” You whine out, trying to keep your mouth closed.

Din pulls a seat far out from the table and sits back in it, giving him a perfect view of you and Boba. His legs are open wide and stretched out, and you see that he’s palming his erection over his pants with his eyes glued to your face.

Boba adds a finger and picks up his speed. Your eyes fall shut as your whimpers turn into moans.

“Open your eyes.” You hear Din command in a deep stern voice. You notice his tone and demeanor have changed. They’ve shifted from soft and gentle— him wanting to comfort you, to hungry and animalistic— him wanting to degrade you. “Look at Boba you little whore. Tell him how much of a filthy fuckin slut you are.” Din growls as he releases his cock from his pants and starts pumping it.

A fresh wave of arousal dances into your pussy at Din’s dirty words. You force your eyes open and stare into Boba’s gaze. “I– I’m such a slut, sir.” You whimper out.

“Yeah?” Boba says as his finger rolls your clit.

You can feel the heat rise in your core as your orgasm approaches.

“What’d ya say, Din, should I let her cum?” Boba says, turning his head to look at Din.

“Up to you, pal.” Din says in a serious manner as he continues stroking his cock and glaring into your eyes.

Boba turns his look back to you. “Ya wanna cum, princess?” He asks as he fiercely rubs circles on your clit while thrusting his fingers rapidly in and out of your hole.

“Yes!” You cry.

“Beg for it then.” He orders in a deep voice

“P-please sir, let me cum. I want it so bad. Fuck! Sir, please please!” You stutter out as Boba holds you over the edge.

“Cum for me, doll.” Boba says.

You scream out as your climax rips through your body. Boba holds his fingers in you as your walls flutter against them.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Boba instructs. “I wanna have that perfect ass in the air while I’m fucking you.”

You’ve barely finished processing your orgasm. With your legs still shaking, you get on all fours. The short table is the perfect height for Boba’s dick to line up with your pussy.

Boba abruptly shoves his entire length in your hole, and you scream out at the top of your lungs. He doesn’t ease you into it; he pounds into you fast and hard. You try to contain the sounds you’re making by biting your lip.

“Spank her, Boba.” Din says flatly, pumping his girth through his hand.

Boba’s hand comes down hard on your ass and you yelp.

“Harder.” Din commands. “Give it to her good.”

Boba brings his hand all the way behind him and swings in with all his force. His palm lands on your butt cheek and you screech from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

Boba is slamming into you so hard that you can’t control the tortuous sounds coming from your mouth. You lower your upper body from your hands to your elbows and bring your palms up to cover your mouth, trying to muffle the lewd sounds escaping your lips.

“Don’t you fuckin dare.” Boba says as he delivers another swift spank to your ass. “Move those fucking hands right now.” He orders.

You do as you’re told and your cries and shrieks echo throughout the ship.

“That’s it. Fuckin scream for it baby.” Boba spits out as he slaps your tender skin again. “That’s what you get for being such a nasty little slut. Pffft, letting your daddy’s friend fuck your precious hole.”

Din stands up from his seat and slowly creeps over to you, to the side of the table opposite that Boba is on. Standing across from Boba he pumps his cock in his hand, his eyes glued to yours as your mouth hangs open.

“You what your daddy’s cock in your mouth, princess?” Boba asks.

You desperately nod your head as your whimpers and moans continue.

“Say it.” Din orders

You pick yourself up from your elbows and place your weight back on your hands.

“I w-want to– to– ah– suck y-your cock daddy!” You stutter out between thrusts.

“What a slut, wants to be stuffed full.” Boba says as he steadily plows into you from behind, hands planted on your ass.

Your mouth is already wide open. Din grabs a hold of your head and guides his cock into your mouth. You close your lips around his member and start to suck.

You don’t need to bob your head, Boba’s thrusts drive your body back and forth, your mouth covering Din’s dick with each push. Thus, you have no control over how much of his length you take in. Boba intentionally drives you so that your nose is hitting Din’s stomach, his dick fully enveloped in your mouth each time.

You gag as Din’s cock repeatedly hits the back of your throat. Tears form in your eyes and you can’t help but continue to scream with his cock stuffed in your mouth. Din loves the vibration from your moans on his girth.

“Ahh fuck yeah baby, you’re such a good girl for daddy.” Din praises.

Boba looks up across the table. “Let’s switch Din, I’ve gotta feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

Boba and Din both remove their cocks from your holes as they switch places. Your pussy is aching and your lips are swollen. You use the moment to catch your breath as best you can. Your limbs are shaking as they hold you up on the table while the men realign themselves with you.

“Your fucktoy’s lookin a little beat.” Boba says

Din spanks your ass, jolting you up. “Don’t worry, this little cockslut’s not done till we say she is.” He remarks as he shoves his length into your cunt.

Before you can even adjust to Din, Boba’s cock is in your mouth, and the rhythm begins again.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Boba says between his teeth.

“Cum on her face, I want you to see how pretty she looks painted in cum.” Din says as he drives into you from behind.

Your vision is blurred by the tears in your eyes, but you feel Boba’s cock leave your mouth, right before his hot juices spew onto your face.

You immediately fall into your elbow with your mouth still wide open, your moans and screams no longer muffled.

“What a fuckin sight.” Boba says as he puts himself back in his pants.

Din cums moments later and you can finally breathe. You hadn’t realized how much your knees are burning from the metal, or how much your ass stings from the countless spanks.

You collapse onto your side and your eyes fall shut.

“Fuck, I needa gamble against you more often Djarin.” You hear Boba chuckle. “We’re even.”

“We’re more than even pal, you fuckin owe me.” You hear Din respond.

You drift into sleep as you faintly hear the sound of the hatch opening. Moments later you feel a gentle touch on your waist and a warm washcloth on your forehead. Your eyes flutter open and are met with Din’s soft and loving gaze.

“You did so good baby girl.” He says tenderly, wiping the sticky liquid from your face.

You smile in response.

“Maker you’re so fuckin perfect.” Din whispers as he gently kisses your swollen lips.

He picks you up and carries you to the sleeping quarters. “Let’s go to sleep, princess.” He says planting a kiss on your forehead.

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🌸🍡Taehyung with a chubby darling🍡🌸

In which our best boy reacts to having a bashful girlfriend who happens to be volumptous and curvy... and chubby and soft... and he finds it to be SO SEXY she has no ideaaaa! *Y/N insert story!*

Some NSFW but mostly SFW, some angsty self image views, but soft and fluffy praises. Not requested, but I felt like doing it for a little self-gratification since he'd likely be exactly like this... enjoy lovelies~ 😚

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"Hey baby~" Taehyung devilishly smirks, tucking his head into your shoulder.

"AHH!" You shriek, as your boyfriend squeezes you from behind. You pull out your earbuds and pause your music, spinning around to face him before you. "You SCARED me, Taehyung!"

Taehyung softly chuckled, taking you into his arms. "Awwww my baby... I'm sorry." He cooed, not taking your scolding seriously.

You pull your face away from his gentle hands, as he leaned closer to cup your cheeks... but pouts when he's denied.

"What if a sasaeng broke in and grabbed me or something? Its scary enough to be in such a big house all by myself, you know I'm always looking over my shoulder... because I'm scared of ghosts, and stuff going 'bump' in the night."

"But not us going 'bump' in the night, right?" He mischeviously smirks, taking your hand into his, examining your face with half-closed, lulled eyes.

"Taehyungieeee-" you whine, playfully scolding him to pay attention, as a blush surfaces over your whole face. "You know I scare easily."

"I do too, precious." He quietly assures, before groaning. "OKAYYYY, I won't suprise you off guard anymore... no matter how cute or amusing your reaction may be-" he murmured in submission, letting out a long sigh. "Can't I just... hold you now?"

You blush, as he guides your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss against the back of your hand. "I missed you all day... you're usually with me at the studio, or waiting with those yummy muffins after dance practice."

You giggle. "You mean the ones I lie to PD-nim about? Saying they're faux muffins, that are really veggie-based, to enhance protein and carb burning?" You ask, lifting your eyebrows in an amused way.

"Yeah, those ones..." Taehyung sighs with a pout. "All the guys love them... even Mister Bang now."

"He does, doesn't he?" You grimace, remembering the tray you made their boss recently, per-request. "I feel bad about lying, now that he thinks they're okay to eat all the time..."

"NOOO we can't lose our muffins!!" Taehyung playfully whines, clinging onto your arm. "He'll make us diet if he knowssss!"

"It sounds like you miss my muffins more than me." You smirk.

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head, before planting several, slow kisses, up your arm.

"No, there's nothing I wouldn't give to have you by my side. Every day... muffins or no muffins." He giggles, towering over you and gazing into your eyes. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, Tiger. I had been needing to do some artwork for my webtoon panels." You smile, booping his nose. "I'm trying to build an audience for my own work!"

Taehyung gently groans, pulling you in close by your waist. "You know... I can reccomend it to army on weverse or twitter. You've always been the best story teller I know... so its not like I'd be making up any praises about how amazing it is..."

You run your fingers through his soft hair, as he nuzzles into your neck. You can feel his breath slowing, huffing against your skin to breathe you in. He sends a shiver down your spine, slowly squeezing his hands over your hips, almost like... he's kneeding dough.

"Tae... y-you know I want to make something for myself..." you blush, as his hands sensually explore their way up your back. "I want to have self-made sucsess, doing what I love. It means a lot to me, to say that I did it, without anyone's help."

"Mmmm... my pretty little buisness CEO... I love it when you're ambitious and driven."

You scoff, wriggling in his hold. "Oh please, Tae... I'm not little, c'mon." You blush, this time out of embarrasement.

He can feel your body grow stiffened in his arms.

"Why can't I just praise you?" He whispers, almost saddened that you won't accept the admiration.

He leans back and stares into your eyes, with a small childish pout of dissapointment on his lips. His eyes are big and glossy as they penetrate your soul... like that of a puppy.

Its so wonderfully strange how he can look so intimidating and sexy sometimes... then all of a sudden so soft and baby-ish.

And right when he had you where he wanted you, softening your attention to be on him and distracted... of COURSE he would try to snag a move on you again. There went his large, manly hands... gently gripping and easing into a subtle squeeze on your waist skin... before sliding so slowly and delicately down to your bubbly buttcheeks.

Ah those thick buns and 'thicc' thighs. You love them then you hate them... they jiggle when you move, they always have. And... they have those small dimples in them. You always felt hesitant to let your boyfriend touch the soft spots, worried he may be turned off by the texture of your squishy skin, or how your body isn't tight like his own body. And yet... his gaze and hands always wandered there most... he was so needy for those areas, always trying to weasel his way into exploring them.

You were pretty confident about your big breasts, however. Those didn't make you feel like 'too much' for him. Well... besides the faded stretchmarks from them growing so quickly during middle school. Puberty... it just kinda hit you like a truck. You went from looking like a scrawny child to looking like a shapely woman with a baby doll face.

Parents would get mad at you trick or treating, assuming you were a college student dressing up and requesting candy. And those pervy older men were always such a pesty, creepy problem. All this to say, you became very aware of your body, very fast. Your other classmates were still skinny and shapeless, with more boxy frames than curvy frames, and none of the boys in your class ever seemed to be attracted to you, over the girls like them.

As Taehyung has said once before though... a young boy wants to knaw on bones, while a grown man hungers for the meat.

"Did you just compare me to meat?" You asked him after the fact.

"No! No... that's not what I..." He giggled, shaking his head. "Its just an old saying, that I only really understood when I grew up. Basically, women with shape are the sexiest to men... but teenage boys are attracted to a more child-like, thinner look." he quietly said.

His words echoed through your head, before you attention re-gathered in the moment happening now.

"You're little to me..." he innocently cooed.

Yes, I suppose height-wise you were shorter than your tall boyfriend. But you always wondered if you looked too... big... standing next to him. He was so lean... with practically no fat on his firm, toned body. But you were soft all over. And seeing Taehyung at award shows... surrounded by all of those dainty, tiny girlgroup idols... they looked like they could fit in his hands. But you... you felt so big sometimes, with your foreign genetics.

Taehyung never seemed to care, and he never said anything but praises, but you still wondered in the back of your mind. Did he think you were too much for him?

Taehyung liked a challenge. The more you shyed away, the more he pressed into you, cradling you in his grasp. (He knew the difference between you being shy versus being non-consenting, and NEVER went against your limits or desires. He read people quite well, especially you...)

"Taehyung..." you gulped, feeling your lips trembling to get the words out. "D-do you think I'm... f-fat?" You stammer. The look on his face is almost appalled, angered. Who would make you have such a false impression?

"What?" He repeated. "Fat? Absolutely NOT." He corrected, tilting up his chin confidently.

"B-but... according to Korean standards..." you muttered, beginning to ramble now that pandora's box had been opened. "I'm-"

"Don't say it." He coldly ordered. "Korean beauty standards are unrealistic and drive even the skinniest and prettiest of Korean women to get surgeries that promise an 'ideal image'. But, everyone is perfect exactly as they are. I know you know that, and you know I know that too. So, screw what advertising comanies call the 'ideal image' in my country or yours. Ideal image, my ass."

"Taehyung!" You gasp, suprised that he swore. Your boyfriend wasn't one to swear... it was a rare quality about him.

The way he worded it made you chuckle at a realization.

"Well, your butt is indeed the ideal image..." you murmured, making Taehyung smirk to see you amused and feeling a little better.

"I'm glad you think so, Jagiya~" he cooed, guiding you to the couch without his arms leaving your waist. You trusted him wholly, to guide you backwards, or anywhere.

Taehyung suddenly slipped his arm under one of your knees, making you yelp as he pulled your thigh up against the side of his body. He confidently smiles all the while, his intimate gaze never leaving your eyes. You feel his hand squeeze the thigh, and you could tell he was doing it less for support to lift you onto the couch, and moreso to feel your volumptuous form in his grasp. Ohhh he loved your thighs... your soft, lovely thighs...

He slowly leaned into you, guiding you to recline back onto the expensive, large, comfy couch.

You giggled, as he leaned all of his body onto you, squishing you playfully under him.

"Taehyung!" You laughed. "You're squishing me!"

"I want all of my body to be against your perfect body." He sweetly grinned. "There's not an inch of me that doesn't belong to you."

"Well, you're suprisingly heavy..." you playfully pout, succumbing to the comortable pressure his body was pressing into you. It was arousing, actually...

"And you're suprisingly light." He gently remarked, flipping you both so you were on top of him. You knew he didn't mean that in a bad way.

"Or you're just strong..." you sighed.

"Maybe I'm strong... but your body is perfect to me. The way you FEEL..." he began, greedily squeezing his palms over the softest parts of your thighs. "The way you LOOK..." he hungrily growled, almost an octive deeper... sending a shiver through your core as he drank in the image before him. His eyes widened as they scanned over your bouncing large breasts in his view, as he watched you sit up, straddling him as he lied there. The smile on his face was pleasured, pleased. He was a happy man to have you on top of him, no matter how light or heavy you were... he WANTED you to press your lovely form into him. "The way you walk... so bouncy and sexy... I feel jealous about how the hyungs check you out when your back is turned." His voice turned devilishly lower... deeper... as if wrathful for revenge. "Its a crime that any man gets to see your godess-like form standing before them, besided me."

"Th-they do that?" You blush, not realizing the rest of the boys saw you in that way.

"Mhmm... all of them do. Its soooo not fairrr..." he grumbled under his breath, almost purring as he took in the sight of your squishy tummy against his chest, and your juicy thighs around him. "Kitten~" he desperately sighed. "I get so HARD, just IMAGINING how you look IN clothes that cover you completely... let alone the f-fantasies of you naked~" he humms, with a hitch in his breathy whispers.

"Hh-huhh..." he sighs, his breath hitching again, as his eyes lazily roll into the back of his head, before re-drifting back down onto you. Just the remembrance gets him THAT hot and bothered??

"For realsies?" You coyly, bashfully ask.

"Of course, kitten. Would I lie to you?" He asks, raising his eyebrows with a confident smirk.

"Maybe... if it would make me feel better..." you dissapointedly assume.

He sits up, supporting himself on one of his arms, making his chest press against your breasts through your shirt. You were face to face now... just staring into one another's eyes.

"NEVER." He assured. "I would never lie to you. There's no reason for me to lie to make you feel better, Jagi. You're literally a goddess."

You feel your cheeks flume red. "G-goddess?"

"Yes! Renaissance masters didn't sculpt ideal greek godess statues with soft curves for nothing..." he grumbled, blushing at the sight of your innocent face.

"Ohh Taehyungie..." you dreamily sighed, leaning fully against his chest as he slowly lowered you both down, to lie against one another horizontally.

"The way our bodies are so different... the way yours is so soft comared to how hard and stiff mine is... its perfect." He gently cooed. "I'm surpised that you're so comfy in my arms."

"Oh Tae, you're my safe place. I love how you feel... I love how you hold me." You intimately whispered.

He stared deeply into your eyes, as a gentle smile rested on his admiring, sculpted, handsome face.

"Didn't you find me during our Love Yourself era?" He asked, cocking a brow.

"Mhmm." You responded, rapidly nodding your head up and down in such a soft, innocent way.

Taehyung giggled, endeared at your cuteness. "Okay then. I want you to love yourself... because I love you. All of you."

He gently lifted your loose shirt up enough to grab onto your waist, running his hands slowly down the sides of you, to squeeze your soft tummy in his hands, his eyes practically glistening with desire.

"Ever inch of you... every hair, every patch of skin, every tint and shade, every texture. You belong to me, and you're the sexiest being in existance. And all of me belongs to you, only you, forever. Alright?" He romantically assured, gazing hopelessly into your eyes.

The soft smile that pulled into his lips, let you know the fullest sincerity of his tone. "Okay." You smile, leaning into his lips to kiss him.

Slowly, passionately you kissed, deepening the intimate act with every second. Soon enough, your hands were running all over one another, tilting your heads to reach your tongues into the deepest parts of your mouth. Body to body... you both were perfect, together and apart, exactly as you are... he loved you.

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