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happy new year | l. norris

warnings: smut, whole lotta smut, everyone gets head, dirty talk, lando won't shut the fuck up, spitting lol, praise, don’t really know what’s going on half the time

authors note: found this in my drafts from december please enjoy x

31st december 2022, monaco - 11:54pm

“come on mate, get another drink down you,” max fewtrell handed his best friend a jagerbomb, his spare hand resting on landos shoulder, his drunken self unable to stand properly.

lando smiled slightly, before taking the drink and shotting it in one. it had been a few days since him and his girlfriend broke up, and he wasn’t anywhere near over her yet. he didn’t know if he ever would be, judging by how he felt right now. he wanted to be at home, bottle of some 40% spirit in hand and trying to forget.

max wouldn’t let that happen though, forcing him out tonight so he finally left the confinement of his apartment, hoping that the party scene would alleviate some of the stress on landos shoulder.

“come on, there’s so many fit girls here, take your pick,” he slurred, before being pulled away by his girlfriend for the traditional new years kiss.

lando hadn’t realised it was almost midnight, and suddenly he felt his stomach drop at the reminder that last year he was doing this with his ex. he grabbed another drink from the bar and got it down him quickly, planning on sitting at the bar while everyone around him spend the next few minutes with their loved ones.

until he saw you.

his eyes were glued to you the moment he saw you, stuck on how the short red dress you were wearing clung to your curves, stuck on how your hair tumbled over your bare shoulders, stuck on how the sparkly eyeshadow glistened under the neon lights or the club and lit up your whole face.

you made eye contact was you turned towards the bar, and obviously he caught your fancy, with a black button up that pronounced his muscles more than usual, a chain around his neck, and his hair in defined dark curls that contrasted his tanned skin. he looked almost like an angel descended from the heavens, except an angel would never have such a sorrowed look upon their face.

he beckoned you over with a flick of his fingers, eyes never leaving your body, and you may have been upset if you weren’t as gone as you were. you settled yourself in between his legs, taking the half drank glass from his hand and finishing it off for him, leaving a faint red mark on the rim.

he was infatuated at first glance. his hands settled in the dip of your waist, almost engulfing your body with their size. his mouth slowly curved into a smirk as he watched you lean over him to place the now empty glass on the bar, allowing him a small look at your lace bra you were wearing under your dress.

he checked the time on the clock. 11:57.

“what’s your name, gorgeous?” he asked, thumbs drawing lazy circles against the fabric of your dress.

you told him your name, before then asking for his, and his eyes widened with the realisation that you didn’t know who he was, or you were too drunk to realise.

“lando,” he smiled softly, voice deep and husky.

11:58.

“you here with anyone?” he asked, eyes dropping down to your red-stained lips before meeting your eyes again, the actions so quick you could barely recognise it happening.

you shook your head. “well, my friend, but she’s here with her boyfriend so…”

“i’m in the same boat,” he chuckled softly, subconsciously pulling you closer and closer towards him, so your thighs were brushing against his, “my mate max is here but he’s ran off with his girlfriend now.”

“god i hate people in couples,” you laughed, receiving one in return from lando, “they act all in love with no regard for those of us who are single.”

11:59.

“tell me about it,” lando rolled his eyes, his hand slowly climbing up your body so they were now resting against your rib cage.

you looped your arms around him, hands settling in the nape of his neck, a finger wrapping around a loose curl in his hair. he stood up now, looking down on you, and leant down so your faces were mere centimetres apart.

“you know it’s almost midnight,” he whispered in your ear, breath warm against your skin.

you hummed in response, feeling your heart beat doubly as fast against your ribs, the air suddenly feeling so much warmer.

“and i don’t have anyone to kiss.” as the final word left his mouth his lips attached to your neck, soft under ear, leaving a sloppy kiss that made you want more, want so much more.

“i don’t have anyone either,” you almost whispered, scared you had the wrong impression, but of course you didn’t.

chants of people in the background took you out of your little bubble, as the familiar ‘ten, nine, eight,’ sounded through the club.

lando leant right in, so your lips were practically touching already. “can i kiss you?”

you nodded just as the clock struck midnight, and his lips crashed into yours, with a sense of lust that you hadn’t felt in far too long.

the kiss was wet, it was sloppy, but it was desperate and needy and it sent a shiver through your body down to your core. your hands buried themselves in his hair, pulling against his roots and causing him to groan into the kiss, allowing him to stick his tongue in and control the kiss.

your tongues moved in harmony as his hands ran down the lengths of your body, as if he was scared this would be the last time he could touch you, the last time he could feel you under his fingertips. they eventually settled against your ass, cupping it lightly as he pushed your hips against his, so you could feel his semi through his jeans.

you wanted to kiss him forever, wanted all of him all at once. you decided that if the world ended now, you would be happy to die here and now, in landos embrace, his lips pressed against yours.

he pulled away, but only for his lips to find your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses until he found that sweet spot, the spot that made your neck roll back, giving him more access to suck against your skin, undoubtably leaving deep purple marks wherever he went.

your hands detached themselves from his hair and instead you dragged them down his body, fingers spaced out as you passed his pecs, passed his abs (though you were very tempted to linger there), and finished at the waistband of his jeans, dipping an index finger inside to trace the elastic of his boxers.

you felt him groan against your skin, pulling away to give you a look as if to say ‘really? in public?’. deciding to play it innocent, you just beat your eyelashes at him, a confused look on your face, and slowly ventured lower and lower.

lando wasn’t having any of that, however, grabbing your wrists easily in one hand and dragging you over to the door, pulling his phone out to call a taxi. you tried to kiss him again, but he just tutted, with a dangerous glint in his eye that told you you were in for it when you got back to his.

the taxi arrived sooner rather than later, and lando made an effort to sit in the front, leaving you in the back alone. you were confused, wondering where the sudden coldness had come from, wondering if you had pushed it too far. but when he turned around midway through the journey, and mouthed ‘behave now, and i’ll be nice later’, you knew it was going to be a fun night.

you quickly sent your friend a text to let her know you were okay, not that she would read it for another few hours, before deliberating whether or not to behave. on the one hand, behaving means that you wouldn’t piss lando off and that he’ll ‘be nice’ later, whatever that meant. but one the other hand, you kind of wanted to push his buttons, see what you could get him to do. which is why you decided to call your friend and stir up some trouble.

“hey bitch!” you practically sang into the phone, the drunkenness being more apparent than ever. you could see lando in the rear view mirror, and watched as his face seemed confused, but not upset.

“hey!” she slurred back, as drunk as you were, “where the fuck are you?”

“i’m with this guy,” you smirked to yourself as you started your plan, “but i can’t lie, he just doesn’t seem all that you know. like he seems like he’s all talk and he won’t deliver.”

lando raised an eyebrow at that, but still didn’t say or do anything, thought you could tell he was definitely listening in now.

“then why are you going with him?” your friend asked, and you could faintly here the music of the club in the background.

you hummed into the phone, but loud enough for lando to hear as well. “don’t know, maybe i just feel bad for him. he just doesn’t seem like he knows how to fuck, you get what i’m saying?”

lando’s fist clenched at that comment, but he still kept his cool, at least from the outside.

“like, i don’t know, he just doesn’t seem like he knows how to make me cum.”

that particular comment must have hit a nerve because lando leant back and grabbed the phone from your hand. you pouted and lazily attempted to grab it back, but really you were glad you were able to rile him up.

he quickly spoke to your friend, telling her you were okay and where you were going, before hanging up and ignoring your pleas for your phone.

it was only a few more minutes before you were back at lando’s flat, and he still ignored you while he paid the driver and guided you up the stairs, other than a link through your arm to make sure you didn’t fall. you liked the fact that he was still a gentleman, even though it seemed like he was about to not be.

“lando-” you whined as you waited outside his apartment, watching him unlock the door, but he cut you off before you could say anything else.

“what did i tell you?” he asked, voice still and stern, not facing you at all.

you tried to grab his wrist to get him to face you but he resisted. “to behave.”

“and you didn’t behave, did you?” his voice was almost patronising, but it was deep and rough and so fucking sexy that you didn’t care. “so now, i have to show you that what you were saying to your friend isn’t true. unless you’re going to apologise and tell me you didn’t mean it?”

he was giving you a chance to back down, to take the easy route. but it was new year’s day and you were never going to see him again, so you decided to have some fun.

“i don’t know what to tell you, you just don’t seem like you could make a girl cum,” you played it like you didn’t care, when your heart was racing knowing that something good was coming next.

he finally opened the door to his apartment and picked you up, your legs naturally looping around his waist as he pulled you into a rough kiss. it wasn’t like the one earlier, where even though it was rough there was a sweetness behind it, but instead this was pure lust and need in a kiss. his tongue explored every part of your mouth, at a ferocity that you felt like you were on fire, and that no bucket of water could ever pull you out.

his hands settled under your ass, kneading the skin under the silk of your dress. your hands found his shoulders, broad and wide, and you needed them stabilise as your world was spinning around you.

he carried you through his apartment, with you getting a brief look before he threw you onto his bed, leaving you looking up at him with rosy cheeks and lust-hazed eyes.

in the light he looked majestic, with two dimmed lamps either side of you projecting warm orange hues onto his face. fuck, he was gorgeous, chiseled by the gods themselves, and as he undid the buttons on his shirt and rolled up his sleeves, your mouth almost started to water at how beautiful he looked.

you pulled yourself up, going to try and finish undoing the buttons to take his top off, but he stopped you, once again capturing your wrists but this time pinning them behind your back.

“you don’t get to touch if you misbehave, baby,” he said, fake-pity written all across his face.

his other hand pulled your dress off your shoulders, and he let go of your hands for just a moment to remove it from the rest of your body. your heels were next, as he undid them slowly and carefully, taking his time to admire you, watching as your patience was running out.

left in just your lacy red lingerie, you watched as he climbed back over you, obvious hard on that he ignored as his lips met yours in another kiss. it wasn’t quite like the other one, slightly softer, as if he was checking that you were okay with all this. and of course you were.

he pulled away. “i can’t make you cum, yeah?”

“that’s what i said, isn’t it?” you teased back, tilting your head while trying to catch your breath.

“well, i guess you won’t be coming tonight then,” he almost sighed, before diving into the crook of your neck and leaving harsh, aggressive kisses wherever he could, adding to the deep purple marks he caused earlier on.

he slowly made his way down your neck, before finally making it to the valley of your breasts, where he sucked harder than before, obviously trying to deepen the colour and add to your pleasure. his hands found your breasts, taking one in each and kneading them, a soft massage that felt better than it ever should have done. was it the alcohol? or was it him?

he pulled your right boob out of your bra, eyes widening as his index finger and thumb took your nipple in between them and started to roll it gently. you arched your back in reponse, a weak moan falling from your lips, which pushed your breast into his fingers more. his other hand pulled out your other breast, but instead of his fingers his lips attached to it, and your mouth parted subconsciously as a wave of pleasure washed over you.

god, he was good. and he knew he was good judging by the smirk on his face. you almost regretted not letting him pleasure you how he was planning to.

almost.

“fuck, lando,” you let out a breathy whine as he swapped over, both of your nipples having an overwhelming sense of pleasure, “look so pretty sucking my tits.”

you could tell he liked that, as a vibration shook through your body when he moaned against your skin. he pulled away, much to your dismay, but you stopped minding as he slowly made his way down your body, still leaving the open mouthed kisses as he reached your belly button.

“you know,” he almost panted, hands still fixed on your tits, “i was gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

one hand leaves your nipple, a cool trail down your stomach before it settles at your waistband, mimicking your actions from in the club. your hips buck against his hand, causing him to chuckle slightly, as you crave more and more and more of his touch’s

“i was gonna make you come on my tongue, it would have felt so fucking good,” his sultry voice was working wonders as his fingertips traced the patterns in the lace, “would have had you screaming my name as i sucked your clit, would have felt fucking euphoric.”

even his words made you feel something, made you feel like any moment now you were about to combust. one finger trailed down your panties, feather light over where you needed him the most, but with the lace barrier in the way.

“god, you’ve ruined these, huh?” he chuckled, feeling how your wetness had soaked through your underwear. “so fucking wet and all i’ve touched are your tits. so responsive for me.”

you wanted to talk back, wanted to have some bite to you, spur him on even more, but you couldn’t conjure up anything while he left soft kisses on your inner thighs.

“still want my mouth, baby?” his voice was sickly sweet, but the tone behind it was cruel and teasing, because obviously you still wanted his mouth.

you nodded as best as you could, but he shook his head a response, a ‘tut tut tut’ leaving his mouth.

“need words, darling,” he almost sang, “or else you’re not getting anything from me.”

you mustered up every last drop of energy you had and spoke up. “please, lando. i want you.”

“want what?”

it took every fibre in your body to not tell him to fuck off there and then. you wanted to, you really wanted to, but you also wanted him. and that want won.

“want your mouth on me, please, lando.”

and that was enough for him, as he pulled down your lace panties and finally revealed your pussy to him.

“fuck me, darling,” his finger trailed over your folds, feather light, as he took in the sight of it, “you’re glistening, look, you’re dripping out.”

you would have felt embarrassed, but the dutch courage must have taken over. “not used to seeing a girl so wet, huh?”

his tongue poked his cheek. “easy, pretty girl. let me make you feel good.”

he gently blew over you, making you squirm slightly, before he dived straight in and began sucking your clit. the pleasure was instant, your hips bucking into his face as he chuckled against you, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body. everything he had made you feel up to this point was microscopic compared to the pleasure you felt now.

it only grew when he slid two fingers into your pussy, curling them up at hitting that spot inside of you, looking over as your face contorted in pleasure, eyes closed, mouth hung open, he thought you looked like the prettiest girl in the world.

you were already close, no idea how as you hadn’t been going for that long. but the mix of his fingers in your cunt and his mouth on your clit was bringing you to the edge.

“i- i’m close, lando,” you stuttered, speaking hard when so much pleasure was coarsing through your veins.

he tilted his head slightly. “you’re close did you say?”

you nodded, feeling your orgasm approaching faster and faster, you could already feel it happening now. to add to everything, his fingers somehow reached deeper inside of you, contorting in a way where everything was just so fucking good.

“i wait,” he let out a soft, fake laugh, “i forgot. i can’t make you cum.”

and with that he pulled away, leaving you recovering from a high you never even got. you had to take a minute, your body feeling worse than ever as the euphoria slowly went away, and the lack of human touch was getting to you.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he faked pity, reaching down to swipe his thumb across your cheekbone. “you weren’t expecting to finish, not according to what you said in the car.”

you slowly opened your eyes, seeing his gorgeous face looking down on you, and fighting the urge to throw a punch. you subconsciously leaned into his touch, craving it despite the atrocity he just performed, and watched as he undid his belt with his other hand.

“here’s the deal,” he pulled away, leaving you with a whine, before unbuttoning his shirt and taking it all off, allowing you to see his abs for the first time that night. “you’re gonna suck me off, and if you do a good job, then, and only then, do you get to cum. understand, darling?”

you nodded. secretly, you wanted to suck him off anyway, and with this deal you would get to come as well. he took a step back from the bed, tapping his foot against the floor as a gesture for you to come down. you couldn’t understand though, brain slightly fucked from the shortly lived pleasure, and instead looked at him confusedly.

“get on your knees for me, baby,” he cooed, and you did as he said, sinking onto his wooden floor and looking up at him, waiting for his next order. with the promise of an orgasm at the other end, at this point you would do anything to get to the prize.

he started to unzip his jeans, and as you went to help, he instantly took a step back. “hands behind your back, no touching remember?”

you poured, but did as he said, linking for fingers behind your back as you waited for him to get ready. he pulled his boxers down, and jesus christ were you not ready.

he looked big through his hard on in his jeans, but you were not ready for all that. you could tell you were shocking your shock through your face, and he let out a soft chuckle and grabbed your chin with his right hand.

“think you can take it?” he asked, holding it with his other hand as he kept your eyes on it, watching as your mouth suddenly seemed to water.

you nodded. “mhm. just wanna make you feel good, baby. that’s all i want.”

he smiled down at you. “give me a kiss.”

you tried to climb up to kiss his lips, but his hand kept you pressed down, and you understood instantly. you leant forward to press your mouth against his dick, kissing the tip gently and watching as his head fell back. you left open mouthed kisses all down his length, finished at the base before climbing all the way back to the top. you started leaving kitten licks on the tip, watching the veins in his neck pulsate at your actions.

“god, you’re so fucking good,” he grunted, hand moving from your chin round to the back of your head, nestling in your hair as he started to take control. “you gonna take me all in?”

you hummed against his cock, opening your mouth as he guided you down, controlling your movements as he gently fucked your mouth. you tried your hardest not to move or choke, instead trying to focus on his pleasure.

you couldn’t help your eyes watering though, and when he looked down he obviously felt bad, relaxing a little bit as he let you take more charge.

“look so pretty naked on your knees for me,” he cooed, taking in sharp breaths as your tongue swirled around his tip. “who knew that such a sweet looking girl could give head like this? yeah, keep going, fuck, you’re so fucking good.”

you just kept going, knowing that the more you pleasured him the more likely you were to get pleasure yourself. lando didn’t want to seem selfish, however, as his hand wrapped forward to stroke your cheek again.

“fuck, play with your nipples for me,” he ordered, slightly out of breath, but moaning as you started to play with yourself. he let out a groan as you moaned around his cock, head bobbing like this was your last day on earth. “such pretty tits, should be framed in a museum how good you look right now.”

you could tell he was close by how his breaths got shallower and shallower, and his thrusts into your throat got weaker. he pulled away though, leaving a string of saliva from your mouth to his cock, which you licked up instantly. you went back to kissing his cock, waiting as you squeezed your nipples even harder.

“you were so good, huh, baby?” he picked your naked body up, grabbing your hands and wrapping them round his neck, telling you that you could finally touch him again. “listened to everything i told you to do, such a good girl.”

his praise was music to your ears, and his actions matched the tone of his words. he lay you gently down on the bed, climbing over you as his lips met yours in the softest kiss of the night. it was an ‘are you okay?’ kiss, an ‘i hope i didn’t go too far’ kiss, a ‘you look beautiful’ kiss, and it was possibly your favourite of the night.

“gonna fuck that dripping pussy,” he mumbled into your lips before continuing the kiss, lining his cock up against your entrance, tapping it against your clit purely to watch you squirm with elation.

and as he thrusted into you it was like your world had stopped. fuck, he felt so good inside you, filling you up more than you could have imagined and left you choking on air as inch by inch he entered more and more.

lando felt much the same, obsessed with how you felt clenched around him, how tight you were as he continued in. he waited once his whole dick was in, holding back from setting a rhythm until he was positive you could take it.

“feel so good clenched around me,” he muttered out, leaning back so he could check you were alright, check that you were ready for this, “such a tight little pussy needs to be stretched out.”

you nodded at him, a signal to start moving, and he did as he was told, beginning to thrust in and out of you at such a pace that your mouth flew open in shock. his hands dug into your hips, undoubtably causing marks as he fucked you deep and hard.

the moans emitted from your mouth were ungodly, borderline pornographic, and led to you covering your mouth in embarrassment. lando was having none of that, however, stopping his movements to gaze into your eyes.

“don’t you dare not let me hear those pretty sounds,” he thrust at the end of the sentence, as if to solidify his point, and you allowed yourself to moan, “want all the neighbours to hear how good i’m fucking you.”

you were so close to the edge, once again seeing it in the distance, and you clenched around lando trying to let him know. he chuckled and leant into your shoulder, kissing over the deep marks he’d left earlier, just adding to the euphoria you were feeling.

“gonna cum,” you whined, grabbing one of his hands and guiding it to your clit, needing that final push to make it over the edge.

he understood instantly, rubbing rough circles while sucking against your neck. the pleasure was washing over you in waves, and it wasn’t long until you felt your orgasm rush through your body, every part of you feeling lighter and in a state of happiness you couldn’t remember ever feeling before.

lando kept going, however, chasing his own orgasm, and you decided to help him get thrre, however harsh it was for you. your lips found his neck for the first time, leaving sloppy kisses along his collarbones that were followed by a row of dark purple and red.

“fuck me,” he grunted, thrusts getting sloppier as he got closer and closer to the edge. “gonna pull out, yeah?”

you nodded against his chest, nails tracing over his abs as you rocked your hips in tandem with him, so sensitive that you might even come again.

as he kept thrusting into you, you remembered how much he loved being praised earlier, and thought that might help get him over the edge.

“being so good, fucking me so well lando,” you sighed, whispering into his ear as you kissed up his neck.

you felt his thrusts stutter with your words, obviously having a positive impact as a blush rose to his cheeks. his hands gripped even harder around your hips, and you began to feel another orgasm coming.

“such a pretty boy, so so pretty, look so good and fuck me so good,” you kept going, your hands leaving him and instead finding your clit. “got the prettiest dick as well, feels so good all wrapped inside me.”

“fuck-” he choked out, before pulling out and finishing all over his chest.

he panted while you got yourself to finish, cumming over your fingers. you threw your head back against the pillow, watching your chest as it rose and fell, trying to catch your breath.

lando joined you, lying across the bed while pulling himself together. you decided you weren’t finished, however, crawling over on top of him and licking his cum off of his abs, making sure to get every last drop off. his hands tangled themselves as you finished, pulling you up to him so he could kiss you again, making out like teenagers as you just enjoyed each others company.

“so,” lando finally broke the silence as he pulled away from the kiss, “i did make you cum.”

you shrugged as you rolled back to the side of him. “was it more fun that i challenged you?”

“definitely. never known someone so responsive to some dirty talk,” he jested, earning a slap on his bicep.

“never known someone love to be praised so much,” you retaliated, shutting him up as he went to grab you a glass of water.

he returned quickly, along with some boxers for him and a baggy t-shirt for you. you noticed the t-shirt it had ‘mclaren’ across it, and you hummed for his attention as you threw it on.

“you like cars then?” you asked, not expecting him to laugh in reponse.

“yeah, you could say that.”

you tilted your head in confusion, but decided you were too tired to understand whatever was going on. “you don’t mind me staying the night?”

“not at all.”

“you gonna tell me why that was so funny in the morning?” you asked, knowing it would be your last question before you drifted off to sleep.

he hummed. “of course. happy new year.”

“happy new year.”

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taylorswiftstyle · 7 months

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Eras Tour Film premiere | Los Angeles, CA | October 11, 2023

Oscar de la Renta 'Cutout Floral Gown' - $11,990.00 $5,995.00

In my predictions post for this premiere on the TSS Patreon I selected a different dress by Oscar de la Renta (a longtime favourite designer of Taylors) and noted that my ideal styling with said gown would be a "red lip and pinned faux bob with tons of bangles and chandelier diamond earrings ... for an old Hollywood glam feel."

Needless to say, I support and love this outing.

It's dramatic and ladylike while also honouring and extending the #1989Blue precedent she set during the final stages of the U.S. 2023 leg of the Eras Tour. Dressing to a colour palette is a perfect connector and reminder to bridge both the event at hand of the concert tour movie and her most pressing upcoming record with 1989 (Taylor's Version) set to release on October 27.

All in, this is a beautiful gown and perhaps one of her best appearances ever. The elegant styling (dainty rings and eye-popping matching diamond tennis necklace and bracelet) were the perfect choices. And maybe I'm just jealous that Taylor is someone who can pull off blue eyeshadow (any other brown eyed girls who were told that blue makeup would make your eyes pop and subsequently did not look like Taylor Swift when you tried a powder blue shadow look? anyone? just me?).

Designer Fernando Garcia also noted during the Resort 2023 collection's presentation that "cut-outs have become a go-to for our customer". The ones on this gown feel like an organic nod to the spliced crop tops that were signature to the original 1989 fashion run in 2014. But here, they're more organic and integrated into the design - a natural part of fully blossoming some might say. And if you missed the subtle cut-out nod, there's always the faux bob that might double take you into believing you were back in 2014/15 and also nods to the messy, slightly undone style seen on the 1989 TV cover.

As backstory, it should surprise no one that this particular collection happened to debut on June 13, 2022 at (where else) the New York Botanical Garden.

Worn with: Cartier necklace + Anabela Chan bracelets, Cartier studs + Cathy Waterman + Akillis + Anabela Chan rings, and Giuseppe Zanotti heels

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melodymunson · 28 days

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Steddie x fem reader Halloween oneshot

Steve Harrington, Eddie and you spend an amazing night at Steve's place after a Halloween party and make it a Halloween to remember forever. Halloween of '86. Reader, Steve, and Eddie are all in their young 20s—friends to lovers.

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warnings: very nsfw, creampies, MFM threesome, dirty filth, sex. College-aged reader and Steddie. Guys kissing. Rough sex.

An alternate version of this (A Christmas fic I published back in December of 2022.)

You and the gang were all gathered at Steve's for a Halloween party and you were dressed as none other than Elvira aka the Mistress of the Dark. The best part about the party was that you were looking smoking hot in your outfit the long slinky black dress with the slit up the side, your high heels, black tight, and Elvira's signature black wig. Robin helped you do the makeup mainly the eyeliner and pink and purple eye shadows. Steve was dressed as a werewolf and Eddie was dressed up as a vampire. The cape he wore was stunning and he had fake fangs to complete his look with red eyeshadow. Robin was Spider-Woman and her red and yellow outfit complete with cape and mask looked stunning on her.

Dustin, Eleven, Eddie, Steve, Mike, Max, Lucas, and Will were also in attendance. You, Eddie, and Steve had been friends for a while and you secretly had feelings for both of them. The party was a great idea as any to get to know them better. The younger kids were dressed so well. Max was Jason Voorhees, Dustin was Michael Myers, Lucas was a wizard, Will was a pirate, and Mike was Luke Skywalker.

There was trick or treating first and the younger kids loved that you, Eddie, Steve, and Robin took them. Everyone brought a pillow case or pumpkin pail to get the candy. Rich neighborhoods were hit up first since they always gave the best candy. After trick or treating you all ate some candies and bobbed for apples. A bonfire was started and marshmallows were roasted for s'mores before watching the movie Fright Night and eating pizza, popcorn, junk food, and apple cider.

When the movie was over everyone took group pictures of everyone's costumes and said their goodbyes. Even Robin left because she promised to spend the rest of the night with Vickie. Only you, Eddie, and Steve were left to clean up. Eddie worked on gathering cups and plates, you were packing up the food leftovers, and Steve was sweeping up and throwing leftover wrappers away.

"Well, that party sure was one to remember," you remarked as you smiled at Steve.

"How about we have some drinks?" Steve suggested wanting to get a good buzz and then smoke a joint.

He was all smiles as he watched you walk to the kitchen to make the spiked apple cider. Once you added the vodka you poured three cups and soon after that, they joined you in the kitchen.

"Let's toast to being good friends for many years to come," you told them hoping secretly it would turn into something at least a bit more.

"To being friends," Eddie and Steve echoed almost simultaneously as they clinked their glasses with yours. You took a big swig and they did too. It was pretty good.

"Love your outfit by the way," Steve praised you.

"Me too it's really hot. You look beautiful," Eddie added as he blushed slightly.

Eddie then turned his attention to Steve. "So you think we could go in your hot tub?" He asked Steve with a raise of his brows. Even though it was only the end of October it was chilly weather already.

"Of course. If that's what you and Y/N want to do."

"Let me finish my drink first then I'll be ready," you told them.

Everyone enjoyed the cider and got tipsy. It was just so great being able to have a night all alone with the two guys who mattered the most to you. Steve finished first and excused himself to go to the hot tub.

"Can't wait to see what you are going to wear in the hot tub," Ed's mentioned with wide eyes. He had the most beautiful chocolate button eyes which you loved.

"Oh really? I have some ideas. Guess you will just have to find out."

Eddie moved closer to you and ran his fingers through your hair. It was spontaneous and you wanted to kiss him. Before you could say anything or do anything else he moved in closer his lips meeting yours and pressed a sweet kiss on your lips. You kissed him back and he moved his hands to your hips pulling you close to him so you could practically feel his crotch rubbing up against you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"We should continue this later. Wouldn't want to make Steve jealous." He pulled away then finished his drink and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

"Yeah wouldn't want that."

You finished your drink and then walked out with Eddie. Steve was already soaking in the hot tub and noticed you both sensing a spark between the two of you. He had his boxers on and Eddie stripped down to his and got in the tub. You took off your clothes leaving only your bra and underwear on. They both watched you tentatively with smiles on their faces once they noticed the Elvira wig was still on as you stripped and then got in with them.

After moments of silence, you decided to speak up.

"This is great. Just what I needed. I must say I loved the costumes, especially yours Eddie you make the perfect vampire. And Steve you are perfect as a werewolf."

"Thank you gorgeous," Steve responded as he closed his eyes.

"Why thank you sweet thing," Eddie added as he touched your shoulder.

Both Eddie and Steve were being the perfect gentlemen but someone had to break the ice and the alcohol was making you feel super buzzed now. Eddie lit up a joint with his skull lighter and blew out the smoke then passed it to Steve who took a deep drag of it and handed it to you.

"I don't want this night to end," you remarked sighing.

"Who says it has to end?" Eddie mused with raised brows.

"After this, we could go to Steve's room and have some fun," you suggested with a shrug of your shoulders before inhaling the joint.

His parents were gone for the week and he did have the place to himself the whole weekend so what better way to spend the time than with you and Eddie?

A smile formed on Steve's face as he thought carefully about your proposal.

"Sounds perfect. What do you mean by fun though exactly?" He asked sheepishly.

"I mean that we can do whatever we feel like. But for starters how about this?"

You leaned over towards Steve and kissed him. Eddie watched you both kiss tentatively as he hit the joint again. You made sure to kiss him too so he wouldn't feel left out.

"Let's make this more interesting. I'll take off my bra if you two kiss," you dared them.

"In that case why not if Eddie wants to…"

'Not like we haven't before' Eddie thought to himself suddenly remembering the time that he and Steve had kissed on a drunken dare.

Eddie just shook his head yes and leaned forward kissing Steve making it look really convincing and passionate.

They both looked at you after the kiss expecting you to keep your promise. The kiss was so hot and they deserved to get rewarded for it. You undid the clasp of your bra and removed it putting it on the side of the tub as Steve blew out a ring of smoke and then handed it to you. They looked at you with wide eyes of approval and you thought you even saw Steve lick his lips slightly and bite them.

"If you want more of this then come upstairs in ten minutes. Meet me in Steve's room."

"Definitely. I have no objection to that," Steve said affirmatively.

"Sure why not," was Eddie's reply.

You took one more drag then passed it to Eddie before you left them with your bra behind and took one of the towels Steve had brought and wrapped it around your body. Once inside the house, you went to shower and put on a silky gown Steve had bought you for your last birthday and then a gifted Corroded Coffin tank top From Eddie. Eddie was front and center on the shirt playing his guitar and he had his skull bandanna on along with his Hellfire club tee shirt and ripped jeans. Completing your look you put the Elvira wig back on and re-applied your dark red lipstick while also doing some touches on the eyeliner and pink and blue eyeshadows. The Halloween nightgown with pumpkins and black trim was gorgeous and fit you perfectly. So did the matching panties and you added a few spritzes of the perfume as well as some pumpkin lotion. Soon after you got comfortable Eddie and Steve came into his room wearing white cotton robes.

"So what do we have here? You look pretty in that silk gown I bought you," Steve remarked as Eddie stood next to him with a big grin.

"Well, I did get that shirt for her. You do look beautiful though."

"I want both of you on the bed with me," you remarked firmly.

"A bit demanding aren't we, sweetheart?" Steve boldly stated as he walked up to you cupping your chin.

"I need you here with me. To keep me entertained."

"Oh is that right? Well, it depends on what you are offering," Eddie adds as he takes a few steps closer to the bed.

They wanted you so much but needed you to say the words first. To make them come to you. As Eddie played with his rings he thought about how good you would look with your mouth wrapped around his fingers. Steve wanted to put you in your place and was feeling in a dominant mood that night. What you wanted was simple- to surrender to both men and to be theirs for the taking. You were willing and eager to do just about anything to please them.

"I want to fuck you both. I've wanted this for a while now. Tonight is as good a night as any. I want anything you guys want." You spread your legs and began to move your fingers toward your clothed cunt rubbing gently and in slow circles. They watched in eager interest as Steve knelt on the bed and Eddie stood next to you on the other side of the bed. You grabbed a unicorn rainbow lollipop and unwrapped it with your teeth then began to suck on it mimicking fellatio.

"We should make her feel good Eddie. Don't you think so?"

"Definitely. Let's get her more comfortable first."

Eddie got closer to you and sat on the bed then moved his hand towards your face cradling it as Steve caressed your legs and inner thighs. You put the lollipop on the bedside table, then turned your attention to Eddie.

"I want to suck on your fingers."

He smirked as you took his hand and began to suck each finger taking them into your mouth.

"That's a good girl. Isn't she Steve? Sucking on my fingers so desperately."

"I think she needs something more than that though."

Eddie pulled his fingers out of your mouth and then wiped them off.

"I need you boys to get back into the Halloween spirit with your signature vampire and werewolf looks," you suggested.

Eddie's brows raised upon hearing you say this and he had no obligations to this request. Neither did Steve. Luckily their costumes were nearby and Steve put on his wolf mask as Eddie donned his cape. Eddie still had his fake vampire fangs in.

"Tell us what you think you deserve, princess," Steve suggested as he massaged your thighs.

"I think I need both of your cocks in my mouth."

Both of them were fully erect and more than happy with this plan. You wanted them and they wanted you and that's what mattered.

"Get on your knees and suck us off then," Eddie growled in a husky tone as he undid his robe revealing his erection.

Steve tossed his robe to the side and stood there next to Eddie. You kissed each of them with desire and passion as they breathed in your scent. The smell of your perfume was incredible and you hoped it made them want you even more. You wanted them to be addicted to you in every way.

You looked at both of their cocks admiring the lengths and the girth of their prowess. You got up and kneeled on his shag carpet looking up at both of them as you began to caress and stroke their cocks simultaneously at a nice and steady pace.

"Good girl. So eager for our cocks. Our own Lady Elvira. What a needy little thing," Steve grunted as he stood there with his hands on his hips.

You loved the encouragement and as you stroked their cocks from the head to the base you began to take Steve into your mouth. You took just the tip at first then more of him into your mouth as you cupped Eddie's balls and stroked him and they took turns holding back your hair.

"Her hands feel so good. How about her mouth though, Steve?"

"Fucking fantastic. She's good at sucking cock. Just wait until you get a turn."

You sucked him a little deeper as he bucked his hips then moved over to Eddie's cock with a bit of slickness already forming on your lips from sucking off Steve. As you sucked Eddie's cock taking him slow at first then hollowing out your cheeks to take much more of him into your mouth. You caressed Steve harder and listened to both of their pretty groans.

"Fuck yes, what a good little girl. So good you have to share my little Mistress of the Dark," Eddie grunted and desperately whined as he wrapped his fingers around your hair.

You felt wet already and ached wanting so much more from them. You switched back to Steve and rubbed Eddie as you moaned around his length. They were both so into it and loved to fuck your pretty mouth as it glistened with their precum. So badly you wanted to touch yourself so you did but Steve protested.

"Not yet sweetheart. Only touch yourself when one of us says."

You alternated between sucking Eddie's cock and then Steve's as saliva pooled around your mouth and ran down your chin until Steve stopped you.

"Okay now it's time to please you, princess," Steve proclaimed as he helped you up and onto the bed laying you down on your back.

As Steve helped you with your shirt and removed it followed by your silky nightie, Eddie removed your thong and spread your legs wide noticing your wet pussy, and licked his fingers before inserting two of them into your wet hot slick heat. He pumped them in and out of you at a steady rhythm as Steve worked on sucking your nipples and lightly biting them.

"She's so tight, Steve. Fuck."

"Good. I can't wait to feel for myself."

Soon Eddie replaces his fingers with his mouth licking a thin stripe over your pussy, spreading your lips as Steve began to kiss you from your chest up to your collarbone and then your lips. As he pleased your clit with his tongue and fingers, you moaned against Steve's kisses eagerly kissing him back fully surrendering yourself to the both of them. For a long time, it was all that you wanted and you needed them so much. No one before them had ever pleased you this good and you were willing to let them do whatever they wanted to you. Just as you were getting close to your release, Eddie stopped licking and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I know you were close darling but you can't cum until we let you alright. It will be okay," Eddie assured you as he stroked his cock.

"Just let us fuck you first. Who should it be though?" Steve asked you with a cocky grin.

You looked at both of them wondering who should be the first one to fuck you contemplating it for a bit.

"Steve should fuck me first."

"Lucky you, Harrington."

As Steve switched places with Eddie and lined himself up at your entrance, you looked up into Steve's eyes and wrapped your legs around his waist as he slid into you easily.

"You were so right Eddie she's fuckin tight. It's perfect."

He wrapped his hands around your waist and began to pound into you quickly. He showed no mercy as he left crescent-shaped marks on your skin Eddie was next to you feeling so turned on as he watched his good friend fuck the girl of his dreams.

"That's a girl letting me fuck her little tight pussy like a good slut," Steve boasted as he picked up his pace slamming into you with a look full of lust on his face his mask now long gone. As he fucked you, Eddie pinched your nipples and harshly slapped them. Your moans grew even louder as he fucked you hard and rough not even trying to be the slightest bit gentle but he would prove to provide the best aftercare.

"I love when you fuck me hard Steve. Fuck me as hard as you want and as rough as you want to," you cried out as he had his way with you slapping your pussy as Eddie's fingers worked magic on your breasts and pleased you to your liking.

His thrusts were getting so rough he was shaking his bed but it felt so amazing and everyone was enraptured in the ecstasy of it all. He was getting close to cumming and you were too.

"Does my dirty little girl want to cum for me? Cum for me then," he demanded as he fucked you and teased you with his cock pulling it out just to slam back in.

"So close. So fuckin close," you groaned as Eddie licked your nipples and Steve slapped your pussy with his cock.

As he thrust into you with more passion you felt your release and came all over his cock crying out his name. You wanted to feel his cum so badly inside and hoped he would find his release soon.

"Where do you want my cum princess?" He growled as sweat formed on his brow.

"Inside of me fill me up," you pleaded. A huge smirk formed on his face as he thrust into you and he soon felt his release. He filled you up so completely, his cum practically dripping out of your pussy. As he pulled out Eddie left sweet kisses on your face.

"Munson, you have to get some of this. She feels so good."

His cock was so hard and his dick was aching to fuck you but he didn't want to overstimulate you.

"Are you ready for me, doll?" He asked as Eddie stood up and switched places with Steve.

"I'm ready. I want you to fuck me."

He nodded and flipped you over so he could take you from behind while his cape stayed on as Steve watched what was happening intently feeling so turned on still. It wasn't every day he had the chance to fuck a girl together with one of his best friends. You were so much more than just some girl to him. With you, both the guys felt like they had found someone who was the right fit for them. Someone who could make them smile genuinely and feel like they could be themselves.

As he pulled your hair with a firm grip, Eddie began to slide his cock into you slowly and gently wanting you to feel every single inch as he filled you up to the hilt. Once he was adjusted inside of you he firmly gripped your waist letting you adjust to his size. He was big even bigger than Steve but they both felt just perfect inside of you.

"Are you good, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Eddie. Fuck me as you please," you told him not being able to help how needy you sounded.

You gripped his cock so well as he moved inside of your already wet pussy still filled with Steve's cum. The wet sounds your pussy made as he dug his fingernails into your ass had him throwing his head back in ecstasy. Steve looked longingly at you both with lust in his eyes and a grimace on his face as he stroked himself slowly meeting Eddies gaze on occasion.

"Please let me touch myself, Eddie," you pleaded with him.

"Oh yeah? Just don't cum before me. If you do I'll stop fucking you." He turned your head to look at him cupping your jaw.

"I promise."

He bucked his hips faster as you began to touch yourself with three fingers craving and loving the feeling of your fingers and his cock together.

As his thrusting became more intense, you cried out in so much pleasure screaming slightly but they were screams of intense pleasure. Even Eddies groans were more vocal as he slapped your ass and groped it. As sweat beaded on his brow and he fucked you even quicker wanting to reach his high, you felt like you would cum at any moment but didn't want to disobey him.

"Is my dirty girl close to her release? Don't cum without my permission. Got that? Don't fucking cum," he scolded you as your moans intensified and his grunts became louder and more frequent.

You nodded yes in response feeling so close to finding your orgasm again especially with your fingers moving in tandem with the strokes of his cock and you wanted to only cum on his command because pleading with Eddie was so satisfying. As Steve was stroking himself to his satisfaction, you watched him and edged yourself closer than ever to your release. Eddie was so close to bottoming out as he made red imprints on your ass with his squeezing and slapping.

"You're gonna cum when I say, babe. Almost there," he raspily told you. With just a few more thrusts his gasping became louder and as his balls slapped against your ass he felt like he was just about to cover you with his cum.

"Please let me cum," you whined which made Eddie let out a soft chuckle.

His rapid thrusts started to become almost erratic and he almost came right on the spot. He was able to control himself though but not for much longer.

"Cum now for me. I'm going to fill you up so fucking good."

With a few more thrusts and his words of encouragement, you found your release and came hard all over his cock and your fingers. A few gasps and groans escaped his lips as he began to come undone filling you up and pulling out to finish on your ass.

"That's a good little whore. You did so well for me. So good."

He cleaned you up with some tissues and held you in his arms as Steve got up to pepper sweet kisses on your face.

While everyone relaxed and began to come down from their high you laid in the middle of them. It was so calming and peaceful to listen to the sounds of their breathing after everything that had just happened. The moment felt perfect and you were pleased with the outcome of the whole night. They both held onto you giving you comfort and reassuring touches and caresses as you rested your head on Eddie's arm with Steve's hand holding your hand tenderly and giving you soft kisses. The Halloween season was so much better now that you had them. Something told you that you would be doing this again with them soon and you wouldn't have it any other way. This was turning out to be a Halloween night to remember forever.

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souryogurt64 · 6 months

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i never gotten this whole recent movement in fandoms to try and reimagine bands and artists as actually something revolutionary leftist especially when they are not? maybe because i enjoy bands like radiohead and the smiths so i am just now numb to bullshit and disappointment and to know to never actually go into enjoying art expecting that the people who made that art to be something to look morally up to

but the weird notion that “um ACKSHULLY this band’s silly performance is actually a subliminal marxist leninist message to unite the workers against big bad music corporations” is so wild to me…it’s like those christian mom statements about emo bands being liberal homosexuals but this time said by chronically online tumblrinas and unironically

Right now I feel like MCR fans are under a very big insecurity complex because their band has been taunting them with an album for like 5 years now. The PR or whatever (moreso early on) is always Very Big and Very Serious so people want the album to be like the best ever and during this time several “dumb” bands like FOB and Blink have done some pretty big stuff whereas pretty much daily MCR fans have been logging on here to write conspiracy theories and fall for morse code ask box hoaxes to no avail. There was also way more content over the hiatus than there is now, and this period is rapidly approaching the length of their hiatus now.

So everything MCR do have to be like bigger and cooler than everyone else so people aren’t forced to accept what has been the truth for half a decade now — that MCR went on a nostalgia bait reunion tour and there was never an album and they played the nostalgia bait festival like everyone else. Maybe there will be an album at some point, but in 2019, 2020, 2021, and 2022, there was no album. Which is fine, but not if youre a MCR fan who is being let down and doesn’t want to accept that.

I also think MCR fans are very comfortable with Lying because the band arguably Lies all the time and is also Very Serious about their PR lies, unlike Cobra for example. This creates an environment where making shit up to seem cool is okay, which is like fine when it’s about comic books and ghosts or whatever

But there has been Nothing To Lie About for a very long time so people have started making up their own very not okay Tumblrina La La World where Gerard is a schizophrenic woman with an eating disorder and “smears on dollar store eyeshadow” and “slaps on thrift store dresses” at MCR shows because they “hate capitalism” instead of having Taylor Swift’s stylist make his looks. So fans still can turn around and shit on FOB for collaborating with capitalist Taylor Swift. Cuz you know, FOB have an album and they don’t.

They also play pretend that in 2005 MCR were an underground punk band playing $20 house shows instead of accepting the reality that My Marxist Romance and every other famous band ever used to cost $20 10-15 years ago but have astronomically raised their prices by like 20x and now shows routinely cost $400+. Because if they don’t invent that world, they have to accept that MCR aren’t as like radical as they pretend and are the same as every other band like FOB and Blink—only diff is that those bands have albums.

I think that nobody is saying that WWWY is radical protest NOW but there were several very egregious Posts going around the first time about how MCR “blew their money on confetti and didnt keep any for themselves to protest ticket prices” which were just so out of line and ridiculous to say.

And right now one of the biggest MCR bloggers is getting (imo) one of the most massive callouts in recent band history, so people who saw the posts and disagreed with them initially but were scared of getting into fights with people who would have their followers dogpile on them finally feel comfortable making fun of the people saying that

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tokusaatsus · 1 year

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congrats on finishing out your semester and doing your exams!! i’m sure you did good :))

and if you’re taking requests 👀 i’ve been thinking about makeup artist!reader lately and i think you’d do good at executing it! so maybe with undead? or literally whoever you want is fine!!

i know they typically do their own make up or have their unit mates do it,,, but thinking about having to push their hair back and putting your hand on their face so they stay still to do eyeliner

OH and the way that they blush when you’re near them so you think that they’ve already had blush applied agh

i hope you’re doing well and your break is restful!! 💕

WHEN YOU DO THEIR MAKEUP

ft. hakaze kaoru, otogari adonis, oogami koga, sakuma rei

warnings: cursing, mildly sexual humour

He’d be incredibly nervous to have you so close. Though he’d try to hide it, he only succeeds in making it more obvious.

“Close your eyes,” You command, leaning in close, brush in hand.

Kaoru lets out a nervous laugh as he does so. With him seated (backwards on the chair, his legs hooked around the backrest), you tower over him, and you take advantage of the vantage point to consider what colours to use. Normally, you’d might for a soft honey to match his hair–especially since gold liner would make his grey eyes pop. He’d look quite angelic, you think. Golden boy. Or maybe a pretty pink…but that wouldn’t fit UNDEAD’s colour scheme, nor would it fit their unit theme.

You decide to go for the safest option, a simple black. And cat-eye, definitely. It’ll make him look even more sultry on stage, all lean muscles and sharp angles–no more angel boy but the devil come to take his place and seduce you all down to his realm.

Your fingers skim against his jaw to hold him in place, and he squeaks, eyes snapping open.

“Kaoru?” You lean back, concerned. His face is flushed, and his breathing has picked up too. You can faintly hear his heartbeat jackrabbiting. “Are you okay?”

“Mm, yes, of course, why wouldn’t I be?” His voice is hurried, though he gives you a charming smile, which settles some of the worry in your stomach. “I’m just…excited, yeah? I can’t wait to see how sexy Y/N-chan will make me look~”

“Okay…” You say, slowly. “But if you’re… I dunno, uncomfortable or something, you’ll tell me to stop, right?”

Kaoru nods, yes, of course, Y/N-chan, don’t worry so much~. You lean back in, carefully cupping his face in your hands. You stop, faces scant inches apart, to gauge his reaction. He’s gone stock-still, eyes blown wide, and his breaths come a little ragged, but that could be attributed to nerves… He senses your pause, catches your eye and winks. You take it as a sign to continue.

Moving closer, you trace the curve of his eyelid with your finger, carefully marking the spot where the cat-eye will end. You cautiously draw a line, connecting the dot to the outer corner of his eye, then proceed to follow his entire upper lash line. After you fill in the outline with the liner, you breathe a sigh of relief and back away. “Alright, I think that’s done… Do you want to see?”

Kaoru seems to shake himself out of his reverie, and smiles at you. His eyes crinkle up at the corners, and expose a single dimple on his left cheek. Golden boy, you think. God, you just made him unfairly prettier. “Ah, no, I’m sure you did it perfectly. Thank you~”

He’s actually the calmest. If anything, his simple straight-forwardness makes you embarrassed, and oh, how the tables have turned.

“What kind of eyeshadow do you want?” Your eyebrows furrow as you study the palettes in your hands. You consider gold or copper… it would really stand out against his skin tone, and it would match his eyes as well… Adonis simply smiles at you, trusting you to do whatever.

“Gold would match your eyes,” You hesitate.

Adonis laughs, but not meanly. It’s a gentle huff, meant to reassure. “L/N, it’s okay. Choose whichever you think would suit me best.”

You hum, and snatch the sunset palette. Adonis leans back against the sofa, so you can move nearer to him. You stop a safe distance away. He gently wraps his hand around your wrist and tugs you closer. “L/N. I don’t bite.” You bite your lip, and move closer.

Adonis closes his eyes. “Is this okay?”

You gently draw the shimmer over his left eyelid, careful not to smudge. A few grains land on his lashes and hang there like simple stars. You want to leave them there, because they make him look angelic, almost…but if they got into his eyes, it’d be annoying to deal with. You swipe your thumb along his lash line, gathering the powder. His skin is cool to the touch.

The proximity must be getting to your head.

“L/N?”

You startle. “Uh, sorry, I got… um, never mind?”

Idiot, you chide yourself. You move on to the other eyelid, using smooth languid strokes. You run your thumb along his lash line again, and lean back to admire your handiwork. You were right. The gold does look stunning on him. “Okay. I’m done.”

Adonis’ eyes flutter open, and he gives you a gentle look. Your heart skips a beat. “Thank you, L/N.”

“No problem!” Your voice sounds loud, even to your own ears, and you suppress a wince. God, fuck, what was that? “Um, anyways, I’m done! So I’ll go now! Bye!”

Adonis waves, a little perplexed. “Ah…alright. Thank you very much for your assistance, I hope to repay you one day. Will you be coming to our show? I would very much like to have you there. ”

“Yeah,” You smile. “I’ll be there.”

He’s so fucking embarassed, but he can’t help it, and he can’t hide it. It’s not in his nature. The closer you get, the worse his blush becomes.

“Are you okay with putting on blush? Just a bit?” Your query–despite being said with no demeaning motifs–makes Koga bristle.

“Hell yeah I am. Why, ya think I can’t handle it?” He growls.

“No,” You say as you rummage through the bags. “I just wondered if it’d fit your image. You know, as the ‘cool, badass wolf’. But I guess UNDEAD is pretty fanservice-y anyways, so the blush might make you look…” You hesitate, trying to look for a way to say ‘horny for the music’ without saying those exact words. You settle on seductive. “Seductive.”

“For real?” Koga sounds almost…surprised. “Me? Ya sure ya don’t mean… I dunno, Hakaze-senpai, or somethin’?”

You don’t deign to respond, instead busying yourself with getting the blush pallets out. This earns you a, Hey! Don’t ignore me! which you proceed to ignore as well. You take a moment to scrutinise the makeup in your hands and you frown. Unlike Sakuma-senpai, whose pale skin just adds to his so-called ‘vampiric sex appeal’ or Hakaze-senpai, with his suntan or even Adonis, whose darker skin tone neutralises the need for blush, Koga doesn’t have that luxury.

You turn around, and blink, surprised. Oh. “I didn’t know you’d already had blush applied! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Koga’s face is dusted with a light pink, and you take a moment to marvel at how the look compliments him.

“H-huh? Whaddaya mean?”

You point at him. “Your face is pink!”

He snaps at you, turning away. “N-no, it ain’t!”

You move closer, and he ducks his head. “You look good like this,”

“Ya… Ya think so?” Before you can respond, Koga barks a sharp laugh. “I-I mean. Of course I do! Anyways, ya don’t need to do anythin’ more, right?”

“No, I’m done.” You take your leave, but pause in the doorway. From this angle, Koga’s blush seems… less pronounced? But at your next words, it flares up, seeming brighter than before, and you worry you might be seeing things… “I’ll be cheering for you!”

He’d seem completely calm and collected on the outside, acting like a tease…but on the inside, he’s a flustered mess.

“Hm…which shade do you like best?” You brandish two different colours of lipstick at him, one a striking red and one a simple black, and Rei just chuckles.

“Kukuku… I trust you, my dear. Pick whichever colour you think suits this old man~”

You roll your eyes, because that is no help whatsoever. But he’s given you free reign, so you might as well take advantage of it. You decide on red, after some moderation, because it matches his eyes and will add a splash of much-needed colour to his pale face. When paired with his stage outfit, the red will really stand out. Plus, Rei’s attractive so it doesn’t really matter what you choose, it’ll look good either way.

Damn.

You’re kind of jealous.

Your hands hover awkwardly, just a few centimetres shy of cradling his jaw. “How should I…?”

His eyes light up, full of mirth and tease. “Now, now… Don’t be shy, come closer~” He pats his thighs, and you pause, thinking.

“Rei, stretch your legs out a bit, please?”

He does so, obediently. “Eh? Why?”

Instead of answering, you crawl forwards until you’re balancing on your knees, straddling him. You reach out to grab his chin in your hands, and he startles, leaning away from you. “Wh-what are you doing?”

You raise your eyebrows. “Putting on your lipstick. What did you think I was doing?”

Rei’s mouth is slack with surprise, but you blink once and his signature knowing grin is back on his face. He gives you a wry look, and it’s like there was never anything different. “Ah, of course… How silly of me. Please forgive this old man~”

You crawl closer, waiting for his approval. When he nods, you move right on top of him and gently rest your fingers against his jaw. “Can you part your lips for me?”

“Hm?” He doesn’t appear to be listening–his gaze focused intently on your…lips?–and you repeat your question when his eyes flicker back up to meet yours. “Oh, pardon me…” He does as asked, and you take care to apply the lipstick. Gently outlining first his upper lip, then lower lip. You mime popping bubblegum, and Rei copies your actions as though transfixed.

You recap the lipstick, and sit back on your haunches. “All done~” Rei just blinks, before snapping out of whatever trance he’d fallen into. He purses his lips into a kissy face, which would look ridiculous on anyone else, yet just looks sexy as hell on him. Once again, you curse his damn vampire genes. “...Thank you, my dear~”

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WC: 1.6k words

reze txt HI LEE !! god this is so fucking late like. u sent this req last year :( AND IM SORRY !! but i finally finished it and well. i hope u enjoyed it !! and that it fit what u had in mind ?? god this is so fucking long. ANYWAYS i had to do So Much research for this fic <- rarely uses makeup but i pray that it’s. accurate ?? also if u see me projecting in adonis’ part…No U Didn’t. kisses mwah <3

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i-care-4u · 2 years

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UN VERANO SIN TI | J.HARLOW

part one | part two | part three

pair: jack harlow x actress!reader

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MAY ‘22

Things weren’t hitting the same for Jack after the breakup. After you said those words to him, it felt like his heart was shattered to a million pieces. As much as he understood your reason, Jack began to feel guilt, believing that he fucked up the last couple months of dating you.

Although having his crew alongside, he missed that feeling when you were around.

MAY 6th, 2022

It was May 6th, the day of his album release with the listening party hosted by Spotify. Jack was thrilled to hear about everyone’s thought of his album tonight. He felt proud of his new body of work, quitting some habits to dedicate some of his free time in creating it.

That same day, you left to go to France, ahead of time for the Cannes Film Festival, which starts in the middle of May. At this time, you already took a seat to the plane, ready to go. You thought about Jack and his new album, so you decided to have a little call with him, congratulating him. After all, you were his inspiration when he was creating the album.

You patiently waited as you let the phone ring for a few seconds before Jack eventually picked up. It surprised you considering that he was in the middle of the party.

“One second,” Jack paused his conversation with some friends and immediately walked into a quiet room. “Hello?”

“Hey Jack, I just wanted to congratulate you on your new album,” you praised. You were on your seat wearing some headphones, “I just listened to your album, and I like it.”

“Well, I’m glad you liked it,” Jack had a big smile on his face.

You were thinking of other things to say, but you didn’t wanted to make the conversation awkward, especially now. “Uhm, I wish you all the best, and enjoy yourself!”

You waved goodbye at him via camera and hung up. After the call, Jack returned to the party, and continued with the conversation he had earlier.

“Did I miss anything?” Jack asked as he sat down.

“Nothing much,” Urban replied.

“Hey Jack?” Neelam walked in.

“Yes?”

“Is Y/n here?”

“No, she’s currently traveling to France.”

CANNES FILM FESTIVAL, MAY 17th-MAY 28th, 2022

Arriving at the hotel a few weeks ago, you had some time to roam around the city before the Cannes Film Festival even began.

You were invited due to the screening of your new film. Since the announcement of the film, the internet has created a ton of buzz that even you were discussed as a possible Academy Award nominee despite not being out yet.

Right now, you were getting ready to attend the press for your film. The room was filled, from the people to even the desk, makeup and hair tools scattered.

“What color?” Your makeup artist showed you the eyeshadow palette colors. You pointed at a certain color, knowing that it will look amazing with your gown.

Your makeup artist looked eager to create a look using this specific eyeshadow color, “Nice one, Y/n, you’re going to look outstanding out there.”

You arrived at the press conference alongside your co-star and the director. You guys sat down, and the lady began to welcome the audience as they had a moment of applause.

Opening the bottle cap, you took a sip from your water bottle, listening closely to what the lady has to say about the movie to the director. “This movie is currently your most romantic to date, yet it is filled with melancholia, similar to your other movies. What was the story that inspired the creation of the movie?”

You were attentive, looking at the director as they were explaining their inspiration and everything. You couldn’t help but to think about Jack once those words came out of their mouth.

Now thinking about it, the movie feels similar to your experience with dating Jack. You never told anyone that you’re in a confirmed relationship with someone during set, but you were suspicious that someone found out when making the film.

You were staring at one of the walls, with having Jack as your only thought. Not a single word came from you while the conversation between the director and the rest of your table was still ongoing.

Finally, the audience began to ask questions about the characters, and getting to know you guys a little more.

A person stood up and wanted to know your team’s opinion, “From the scale of 1-10, how sad is it? One being optimistic and ten being full of tears of sadness.”

The movie hasn’t premiered yet, but the people already knew a bit of the plot and a few traits that the characters have. The director let out a little laugh, and responded to the person, “Everyone will have a different opinion at the ending, but you have to watch it to find out.”

As the person sat down, another person started to stand up. “Hi, this question goes out specifically to Y/n,” the person from the audience specified. Everyone started clapping, and you smiled at them, having a heartwarming moment, “For me?”

The person smiled back and began to ask you, “Y/n, about your character, have you ever had a similar experience to that of your character, *character name*?”

“That’s a very fascinating question,” your thoughts about your relationship with Jack immediately came back. Yes, you were both busy, but something about him is what made it your favorite relationship compared to your past ones.

“I can’t say much about the film, like they said. What I can say though, is that in the past, i’ve been with this person and he really made me the person I am today. Our energies matched and I honestly thought we were meant to be.”

You wanted to be honest about your private relationship. You broke up with Jack due to the full schedule that you both have, and you felt distanced, having that lonely feeling in-person. You didn’t wanted to end it on bad terms because then you’ll feel bad for Jack for doing him wrong.

You continued, “But sometimes, relationships don’t last long enough because we have other things in life, and it crushes the balance between work and life. That’s what happened between us. To wrap this question on a good note, we’re still good friends today.”

The audience gave a round of applause, and in addition, one more person asked a different question that falls under the same topic of relationships. “Would you give him a second chance if possible?”

“Second chance, second chance,” a person chanted out. It then started to populate with now the room echoing that same phrase. You looked at the audience with astonishment, not believing that they actually want to you to come back with him.

Giving them a little smirk, you leaned in towards the microphone, “That’s enough chanting, let’s relax our voices for a while. Honestly though, I would if I wasn’t that busy.”

“What happened to just wanting to be friends?” you thought. At this point, you were single for 2-3 weeks, and it was challenging to move on. Exploring the city helped for a small portion of time, but you knew the experience would’ve been better if you had Jack around you. It was obvious that you miss your relationship with Jack, and in reality, you want him romantically again.

What you’ve said was a moment. Phones were up, recording every word that you said right now. Everyone felt excitement and surprised by your response, considering your persona. A few hours later, a user posted a recorded clip of you from the press tour, and it went viral on all social medias.

MAY 17th-MAY 28th, 2022

Jack, on the other hand, began doing interviews over his album that recently came out that includes an upcoming tour later this year.

Today, it was one of those rare days were he takes a little break.

He was in bed, scrolling down Twitter on his phone, and he stopped when he saw a clip of you. The one where you’re sitting down along with the director and your co-star. The one where you said that it’s possible to give him a second chance.

“…Relationships don’t last long enough because we have other things in life, and it crushes the balance between work and life…”

“Would you give them a second chance if possible?”

“…Honestly, I would if I wasn’t that busy.”

“Sounds familiar…” Jack thought. He knew about your past relationships, but all the things you said sounded exactly what happened recently between you guys. Telling him that they were meant to be? Matched energies?

Jack didn’t wanted to ask you questions, thinking that’s a little too invasive although the clip is viral on the internet. Instead, he scrolled down, looking at what Twitter has recommended him. That same video of you kept reappearing as he scrolled down the timeline, under the ‘viral’ or ‘film’ topics.

You were still on his mind, and the truth? He still wasn’t over you.

And his goal? He wants to make things right between you and him romantically again.

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chamomiletealeaf · 3 months

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A Personal Rant

In September of 2022 I met a guy who I liked so much it physically hurt. He was my first and only guy friend and I think that’s why I got so attached to him. We worked together which is how I knew him. We hung out outside of work, he modeled for my photography, and we talked every day. We became super super close and I told him I liked him one day and he rejected me nicely. It hurt so fucking bad and may have been my first heartbreak even if it wasn’t reciprocated.

We stayed friends though and still kind of are, but he got promoted (because of me btw) and then his ego inflated to the point where he’s such a dickhead now. He liked that I liked him because I think it boosted his ego and confidence as well. So he’s a jerk because of me. Being friends with him and loving him so much got to his head and now he’s no fun. He saw how much better I was than him and he tried to play off my achievements as not that serious because I think he was intimidated I was more successful than him. He saw a girl like me liked a guy like him and it made him arrogant like he’s hot shit. It’s my fault he’s the way he is.

Anyways, he recently got a girlfriend, which is fine, because I’m pretty much over him now. A coworker told me last night and showed me pics of them together.

She’s a nursing major, white, looks 13 (she’s 19 and he’s 20 and so am I) and she’s also a lifeguard. He was telling me about her and tbh she seems really boring and she looks like every other white girl I’ve ever seen but I was being nice. I don’t want to be that girl best friend who is mean to his girlfriend for no reason, but he is really a jerk now, so it’s not like I want him anymore.

However, I still feel upset. I think the reason is because I tried for over a year to get him to like me. I tried so so hard and liked him so bad that I cried a lot and would not let go of the possibility that one day, I would maybe get him, and he would change his mind. And here comes this girl he met on Tinder, who got him so easily. Something I wanted so bad for so long that I fought so hard and did everything I could do to get was just… handed to some other girl who honestly seems to be a super boring person. I’m sure she’s nice but still.

I straightened my hair, (I’m part black so my hair is really curly) I wore makeup every time I knew I’d see him, I’m white passing with blue eyes so I would wear black eyeshadow to accentuate that, and I would wear clothes that were in some way revealing to maybe change his mind about me. I would do things I knew he liked in girls even if it wasn’t truly me. And even then, it wasn’t enough. He says it wasn’t me, it was him, and that I was pretty and nothing was wrong with me, but the types of girls he likes says otherwise.

It’s just really upsetting to me that something I wanted so bad for so long and did everything I could do to try and get it was just spoon fed to someone else who didn’t even want it as much.

I know I’m better than him in every way. He doesn’t have any dreams or aspirations and works at the restaurant I work at. He’s boring now. Doesn’t do anything other than work and brag about how he never even clocked in. I’m glad he found a girl on his level because honestly, I think I intimidated him.

No guy has ever been interested in me. I think I’m too mature and have too many aspirations and drives for them to keep up with. I’m also not much of a beauty standard. My hair is extremely curly, my nose doesn’t turn up all cute and small, I have ethnic features that aren’t considered “pretty” where I live (I live in a very white neighborhood in the suburbs of New York city), I have a bump on the bridge of my nose kinda like Lady Gaga’s, which I kinda like, but I know it’s not a beauty standard where I live, and I’m not very skinny. I’m naturally a bit bigger in every way. It’s just my build.

Maybe one day I’ll find a man who sees me just as beautiful and appealing as the beauty standards, and I won’t have to fight to be noticed anymore. One who would support me and find my aspirations inspiring rather than intimidating.

#rant

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mamawasatesttube · 5 months

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13, 14, 20, 24 for Damian (hope those are the numbers I meant I am not checking)

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

the nyaife emoji we use on discord.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

i think generally just goth-adjacent cozy chic (he dresses primarily for function but he is drawn to hot topic). but also he does have a phase of doing things with eyeshadow that'd make batman (2022) bruce proud

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

jon but as he exists in our rich inner universe. (kid who's sweet and sheltered and FULL of conflict between being superman's son and lois lane's. as a hero he gets constantly compared to his dad. as a civilian he gets constantly compared to his mom. he has issues about this.) canon jon idk that guy he's not supposed to be an adult he's a baby who's there to provide a contrast to damian.

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

EDWARD ELRIC i know we've talked about it before but it's true. shouty little guys full of love who cannot be set loose in a hot topic for the sake of everyone's well-being. ed is an older brother while damian is baby but "give him back he's my [lil/big] brother he's all i have left" could absolutely hit for damian.

#answers #loisinherlane #damian #hes just a lil guy

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theharrowing · 2 years

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Temptation on His Lips

During a chance encounter at a local kink event, Hoseok meets Seokjin—the handsome dominant who opens his eyes to a new world of pleasure.

💙 Hoseok x Seokjin

💙 word count: 16.3k

💙 strangers to lovers, dom/sub, slash, smut, fluff, nsfw, 18+

💙 warnings: dom/top seokjin & sub/bottom hoseok, impact play, flogging, spanking, face slapping, verbal humiliation (use of “slut”, “cocksleeve”, “useless/desperate”), a little spitting, ass to mouth, rough oral sex, anal fingering, rough anal sex, soft feelings, begging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, use of “pet” and “baby”, more or less porn without plot, fluff.

💙 written for the One Shot, Two Shot Fest!

💙 thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading!

💙 posted sept. 2022 | read on ao3

나를 부드럽게 죽여줘 너의 손길로 눈 감겨줘 어차피 거부할 수조차 없어 더는 도망갈 수조차 없어 니가 너무 달콤해 너무 달콤해 너무 달콤해서

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With a midori sour in hand, Hoseok turns and leans with his elbow propped against the bar top behind him, surveying other clubgoers as they begin to fill the space. Red lights dance around the otherwise dimly-lit room as a downtempo mix of a new wave track plays, and the dancefloor is a mass of writhing bodies, most of which are clad in some kind of goth or BDSM gear, as is the theme for the night.

Hoseok wears a simple black crop top and tight black jeans, accentuating his taut, muscular frame, bringing the look together with a thick black choker around his neck. His overgrown hair hangs over his forehead in waves, black eyeshadow accents the sharp outer corners of his eyes, and a sticky sweet imprint marks his glass from the strawberry lip gloss he applied in the cab ride over. Hoseok doesn't exactly have anything to wear that would make him blend in, but his hope is that he doesn't stand out too much, either.

Club Arson came recommended by Hoseok's best friend Jeongguk after Hoseok was on yet another of his drunken rants about how everyone he fucks is too vanilla and how, for once, he would like some hot dominant to absolutely blow his fucking back out.

With kink night happening just once a month, Hoseok waited anxiously for the night to arrive, only to nearly chicken out at the last minute and call the whole thing off. And although he is glad he made the effort to come out, he still feels rather shy about approaching anyone to strike up conversation.

From where Hoseok stands, the dance floor is to the left, with a walkway that snakes around a counter on the right, leading to the entrance of the club. Ahead of him is an area with large couches and chairs, all of which are black, and to the right, up a short ramp, is a second bar off to the left and a stage in the back.

His friend Jeongguk had mentioned something about stage shows, usually performed by a dominant or dominatrix, where people are tied up, and a number of things are done to them. This fact was the tipping point to both urge Hoseok to come and to nearly make him talk himself out of bothering at all.

Aside from late-night scrolling through porn sites, Hoseok has never watched anything that has come close to a dominant doing anything to another person. And while he doesn't necessarily expect to find someone to hook up with tonight, he at least wants to witness the scene and decide how he feels about dipping his toe into the kink pool. He knows some things—terminology, tools used during different types of play, and so on—but he has never experienced or witnessed any of it firsthand.

Curious about how much longer the club night transforms from a typical event to one where the dominant is on stage doing something to a submissive, Hoseok checks the time on his phone. 10:39 PM. Twenty-one more minutes until the show starts.

With time to spare, Hoseok slams back the rest of his drink and makes his way to the bar closer to the stage. There are a few people lingering in the area, and only one man at the bar, so Hoseok bets on getting one more drink in his system—liquid courage to stand and watch whatever it is he might have the pleasure or horror of witnessing.

Hoseok orders another midori sour and stands with his elbow against the bar, taking in the area with the stage. A large wooden X stands in the center with cuffs on each end and a small black table to the left, and Hoseok imagines being bound to that—imagines what someone might do to him.

"Come here often?" a rich, mellow voice asks, breaking Hoseok from his thoughts.

The voice belongs to the only other man at the bar, and Hoseok finds his eyes roving over the man's form in such a frenzy he feels his cheeks turn bright pink in an instant. Under an unbuttoned black blazer, the man wears a sheer top with a plunging v-neck that buttons just above his waistband before it tucks into black slacks. The top leaves very little to the imagination, revealing a gorgeous valley of golden skin and well-defined pecs.

Hoseok tries not to stare at the man's exposed skin nor the hints of muscle, and he certainly does his best not to even notice the thick gold chain necklace sitting high on his collar, accentuating his long neck so perfectly—no, no, noticing all of this would make the man far too enticing, in ways Hoseok struggles to fully comprehend.

The real kicker, though, is the man's face. Between his sharp jawline and exposed forehead are deep brown almond eyes that bore into Hoseok's soul, and plush, full lips pulled into a smirk. The man is, in a word, devastating.

"Cat got your tongue?" the man asks, straightening his posture and turning to fully face Hoseok. His short, dark brown hair is perfectly styled off his forehead, giving Hoseok a clear view of one curiously raised eyebrow. There is a confidence in the way the man carries himself that makes Hoseok glance nervously around the space, finding it hard to hold eye contact.

"N-no," Hoseok finally responds, returning his gaze to the man. "First time."

The man hums and blinks slowly. "I figured. You look a bit like a fawn caught in headlights."

"Ah," Hoseok responds, looking down at the vibrant green drink in his hands.

"I'm Seokjin," the man says, holding out a hand. Hoseok reaches to accept, surprised by how firmly Seokjin grips onto him.

"Hoseok," he mutters in return.

"What brings you here, Hoseok? Hoping to find a hookup? Or just scoping out a new scene?"

Hoseok is surprised by Seokjin's candor, and he lifts his glass to his lips, sipping his semi-sweet cocktail before responding.

"Maybe a little of both," he admits, noting the way Seokjin's eyebrows raise. "I’m new to all of this, but curious. And I don't have high expectations for finding a hookup, but it's on the table."

Seokjin hums. "What qualifications would a hookup have to meet to entice this pretty little fawn?"

"Uh—I g-guess someone experienced in the scene who seems trustworthy. Someone I'm attracted to."

"A dominant," Seokjin assumes, cocking his head to the side.

"Y-yes. Is that obvious?"

Seokjin nods softly, and the edge of his mouth lifts ever so slightly. "It is. How much experience do you have in the scene?"

"None."

"None?"

Hoseok shakes his head. Heat rises to his cheeks once more, and he looks down at his drink, feeling a wave of shame wash over him. He half expects Seokjin to make fun of him or tell him he shouldn't be at a club for kink if he has no idea what he is getting himself into. But as he lifts his gaze back to Seokjin's gorgeous face, he finds a soft smile greeting him.

"Brave of you to come to a place like this with no experience, fawn," Seokjin says. "But you need to be careful. Not everyone has the submissive's best interests in mind. You have to make sure you meet someone who you're confident you can put your trust into."

Hoseok nods and takes another drink. Of course, he knows this to be the case. In any sexual encounter, there needs to be some amount of security and preparation; he can only imagine how much is required for an encounter with any kind of dominant and submissive dynamics. Still, he is here with the hope of at least meeting somebody to get to know and build a bond with.

"You should also beware of anyone who simply announces they're a dom or that they would like to take care of you," Seokjin continues. "It's one thing to be able to identify your dynamic, but throwing it out there so plainly is tacky. Actions speak louder than words, fawn. You will know whether there is a connection when you've met someone."

This makes Hoseok grin. The friendly advice that almost sounds like a genuine concern for his well-being, especially with the way Seokjin has given Hoseok his undivided attention since their conversation began. He can't help but wonder if Seokjin is attempting to hint at the fact that he would like to take care of Hoseok. His body language and the way he watches Hoseok certainly make him seem interested, and Hoseok believes he feels at least a hint of a connection.

Sure, Hoseok may look like a shy woodland creature, evidently, but he knows he also looks good. He knows he will have no trouble meeting new people once he eases into the night. And with the way Seokjin's gaze flits down to Hoseok's exposed tummy, to his neck and back to his eyes, Hoseok feels enough confidence to hold firmer eye contact.

"Know anyone who fits the description?" Hoseok asks, knowing it is a silly question—silly but cheeky, at least.

Seokjin leans in, placing his elbow on the bar, bringing the two of them to eye level. "Someone who is attractive—to your standards—and trustworthy enough to take care of a pretty little inexperienced fawn?"

Hoseok smirks and nods. "Exactly."

"And what is your type, fawn? What do you find attractive?"

Hoseok makes a show of letting his eyes slowly drift from Seokjin's eyes, down to this belt and back up again. Seokjin's smirk grows into a grin, and Hoseok opens his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by a man on stage tapping two fingers against a microphone.

"Are you deviants ready for a show?" the man asks into the microphone, cutting over the music.

Hoseok glances between him and Seokjin, but his mind is so overrun with thoughts of the interaction that had been interrupted that he can't say for certain what the man on stage looks like. A crowd begins to form in front of the small stage, and Seokjin continues to lean against the bar with his eyes on Hoseok.

"Let's get our man of the hour up here then, shall we?" the man asks into the microphone, met by cheers and applause of the growing audience.

Hoseok watches as Seokjin's face brightens with delight—as he nibbles on his bottom lip, and Hoseok's mind races, trying to figure out why. Seokjin appears to be in on some secret that Hoseok is not, and he squints at Seokjin and cocks his head, waiting for the man to say anything.

"Let's welcome to the stage the devilish debonair who can tame even the brattiest of subs! The man who you may only refer to as master or sir! Master Seokjin!"

The man on stage elongates the 'i' in Seokjin, dragging it out several beats, and in all that time, Seokjin's smile grows. Seokjin winks at Hoseok and mutters, "Enjoy the show, fawn," before turning and making his way through a small section of the crowd to a short set of steps and onto the stage.

All thoughts evaporate as Hoseok watches Seokjin welcome a man to the stage with him. The man is small and pretty, with pastel pink hair and a pouty smile. He shrugs out of a pink silk robe, stands before the audience in only a pair of matching pink briefs, and turns away so Seokjin can lock his wrists and ankles into the cuffs on the large wooden X, with his back facing the crowd. Then, he turns his head to the left, making it so Hoseok can see his facial expressions perfectly.

Seokjin turns to the crowd to flash everyone a smile, and Hoseok could swear his eyes land on him for a split moment before he removes his blazer and tosses it aside. Seokjin reaches for something on stage, turning away, and Hoseok's breath hitches at the sight of large black and grey clouds covering Seokjin's back, clearly visible through the sleeveless mesh shirt. Hoseok wants to reach out and touch him—wants to trace each line with his fingertips until he knows them by heart.

The audience is quiet and attentive as Seokjin leans in and whispers something to the man he has shackled on stage. Whoever was on the mic seems to have left, leaving the two of them alone. Seokjin's fingers gently caress the man's back, and Hoseok watches as the man shivers under his touch and bites his bottom lip.

Seokjin takes his place behind the man on stage, lifts a flogger, and slowly begins striking the pretty man's back with it. At first, the man jolts whenever the leather touches his skin, but then he must settle into the feeling as he smiles and takes each gentle strike without much movement. Hoseok cannot hear over the music, but he can see the man's lips tug into a smile at times, and whenever his bottom lip trembles, Hoseok imagines the man must be whimpering.

Gradually, Seokjin begins to strike harder and faster, and he steps off to the side to give Hoseok a clearer view of the man's back—pretty pale skin covered from shoulders to waist in red streaks, some crossing others. The more Seokjin strikes the same place again and again, the more the man's head falls back, and he moans. And this time, Hoseok hears it—deep with a pitchy, desperate lilt at the end—a sound Hoseok is certain he has never heard himself make before.

Hoseok is unsure how long he stands leaning against the bar watching Seokjin flog the pretty man, but he feels dizzy, somewhat electric, and needy. He also feels foolish. Clearly, there is chemistry between these two that Hoseok cannot dare to achieve with Seokjin—not that Seokjin would have any want or need for Hoseok anyway, since he seems to already have a submissive to take care of.

But that doesn't deter Hoseok, and he keeps his eyes on the men on stage, intrigued by how the pain from the flogging seems to be turning the pretty man into a pliable mess of limbs as his head rocks from side to side. Hoseok wonders if the man's cock is hard—if either of their cocks are hard—feeling a familiar throb of arousal in his jeans.

Seokjin sets the flogger aside, turns to the audience and says, "Pretty," as he delicately rubs his fingertips over the marks on the man's back. The crowd claps and cheers, and the other man responds under his touch, shivering and whimpering as if Seokjin is digging more welts into his skin.

Then Seokjin reaches for a bottle of something, pops the cap open, and holds it above the man's shoulders, slowly squeezing it and letting clear liquid drizzle onto his skin. The man's hands ball into fists, then loosen as he reacts to the feeling of the liquid on his sensitive skin.

Gently, Seokjin rubs in the liquid, getting close to the man as if saying something to him—perhaps praising him for being so good and so pretty, or commanding him to thank Seokjin for what he has done. At least, that is what Hoseok would want Seokjin to say to him after something like this.

Suddenly, everything feels too intimate, and Hoseok turns away, slams his drink and waits for the bartender to come by to take his order. He gets a third midori sour, and he spares a few glances back at the stage before staring down at the bar top and studying the lines and knots in the wood until his vision blurs and he spaces out.

The sounds of the crowd erupting into cheers and praise pull Hoseok from his reverie, and he glances around to find the pink-haired man uncuffed and wrapping his silk robe around himself. Seokjin holds his blazer in one hand with it slung over his shoulder, and he stands still while the other man waves and smiles at the spectators. They turn to disappear somewhere off to the side of the stage, and folks disperse back to the other sections of the club while some approach the bar for a drink.

Hoseok is certain Seokjin will not be coming back for a while; he probably has more aftercare to provide for his pretty submissive. Perhaps they might find some dark corner to fuck in, to finish what they've started, or leave the club altogether and go home. So, Hoseok sighs, turns away from the bar, and begins to walk toward the dancefloor.

There is a different kind of energy in the club now—an electricity buzzing in the air, making all of Hoseok's senses feel extra alert. He walks down the short ramp and glances around at others grinding against walls, chatting while sitting on the couches and chairs, and people-watching just as intently as he is. Hoseok wonders if he has the nerve to approach anyone should anyone seem approachable.

But for now, Hoseok settles on chugging back the rest of his third drink so his hands are free to dance. Intoxication washes over him and hugs him tight, and he sways to the synth-heavy music as he approaches the other bar. Hoseok sets his empty glass down with a careless thud, then takes a step back and slams into a firm body.

"S-sorry," Hoseok mutters as he turns and faces Seokjin. "Oh, h-hey."

"Leaving so soon, fawn?" Seokjin asks as he holds out a hand to steady Hoseok on his feet. His blazer is nowhere to be found, and Hoseok drinks in the view up close, noticing hints of cloud tattoos at the tops of Seokjin's shoulders.

Hoseok shakes his head and chuckles. He is not drunk enough to imagine Seokjin is standing before him—and anyway, he is not aware of any ingredients in a midori sour that could have hallucinogenic properties—so what is Seokjin doing here?

"Shouldn't you be with your pretty submissive, sir?" Hoseok says with a bite on the last word, smiling to himself as if he has just told a hilarious joke.

Seokjin studies Hoseok briefly and smirks. "As a matter of fact, Jimin's dominant is taking good care of him as we speak."

"J-jimin?"

"The pretty submissive," Seokjin says, raising his eyebrows at Hoseok. "His name is Jimin. He and his dominant are close friends of mine, and sometimes we borrow one another for stage shows."

Hoseok nods and absorbs the information. Then, satisfied with this development and ready to move on, he blurts out, "Wanna dance with me?"

"I would love to," Seokjin responds. It takes Hoseok by surprise; he was half expecting him to say no, despite his effort to seek Hoseok out after his performance.

Without another word, Hoseok steps in the direction of the dance floor. He doesn't look back to make sure Seokjin is following; his drunk confidence assures him that he is. As the crowd becomes dense, a hand grabs onto Hoseok's bicep, warm, steady and secure, and Hoseok guides them to the center of the area, where there is an opening in the energetic throng of bodies, then spins around to find Seokjin standing close.

Seokjin's arms fall to his sides as he sways slowly to the music, and he doesn't take his eyes off Hoseok. Hoseok feels warm and fuzzy, and he smiles at Seokjin, lifts his arms over his head, and begins to let his hips dip and grind as the bass reverberates through his body. Shy as Hoseok may still be, he feels confident dancing. The alcohol helps.

"May I touch you?" Seokjin asks, leaning close enough to ensure Hoseok will hear him.

Hoseok wraps his arms around Seokjin's neck and grins. "I was hoping you would ask. Thought maybe you would make me beg."

Seokjin's arms snake around Hoseok and gently pulls him close. There is a faint, floral musk that finds Hoseok's nose, and he inhales deeper, chasing the scent.

"Would you like me to make you beg?" Seokjin asks against the shell of Hoseok's ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Hoseok nibbles on his bottom lip to keep himself from blurting out a response despite being absolutely sure that the answer is yes. Yes, he just met Seokjin, and accepting any sort of offer is taking a risk; he knows this. But after seeing the way Seokjin handled Jimin, and feeling the electricity that sparks between them as Seokjin's fingers trace idle shapes on the exposed skin of Hoseok's back while he tangles his fingertip in the hair on Seokjin's nape, there is absolutely nothing else he could possibly need.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok whines, breathy and desperate, with a smile at the end.

Seokjin hums and drops his voice even lower. "Do you mean that, fawn?"

"Yes, please."

In a flash, Seokjin grips Hoseok by the hips and spins him around, pressing Hoseok's back against his chest. His hands dance over Hoseok's hips and tummy delicately, tentatively, as if testing the waters of what he will allow, and Hoseok gladly allows him to do as he wishes. Hoseok continues to grind his hips and sway to the music, rubbing his ass over Seokjin's crotch without pressing hard enough to feel too much.

"We have some things to discuss," Seokjin says against Hoseok's ear. "Can you hear me like this or should we go somewhere quieter?"

Hoseok grins and turns his head. "I hear you, sir."

"I need to know what you want, and I need to know your limitations," Seokjin states, wrapping his arms around Hoseok. Hoseok still has room to sway, but his movements are limited.

"I'm not sure exactly what I want," Hoseok admits, "but I know I want something more than the vanilla experience that I'm used to."

Seokjin nuzzles his nose behind Hoseok's ear, sending a calming chill through him. He relaxes in Seokjin's hold and sways his hips slower.

"I need you to be a little more specific, fawn."

"I want—" Hoseok begins, trying desperately to make his jumbled thoughts form into words. "I want to beg and be teased and called names. I want my limits to be pushed."

"Begging, possible humiliation, and overstimulation?" Seokjin clarifies, and Hoseok nods, to which he adds, "Use your words, fawn."

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds, closing his eyes so that only he and Seokjin exist in this moment together.

"Impact play?" Seokjin asks, tightening his hold until Hoseok's only range of motion is grinding his ass against Seokjin's bulge.

"Like spanking?"

Seokjin chuckles. "Spanking, slapping, flogging, et cetera."

"Yes, sir."

"Anything else?"

"I'm not sure, sir."

Seokjin presses his lips into Hoseok's neck, kissing down his pulse point below his ear. A shiver quakes through Hoseok, and he tenses in Seokjin's hold, letting out a gasp that grows into a moan.

"Should we get out of here, then?" Seokjin asks against Hoseok's skin.

Hoseok already feels breathless and dazed and eager to discover more. "Yes, sir."

Seokjin takes Hoseok by the wrist and guides him off the dance floor. They snake through the crowd, past the bar, to the back of the club, and Seokjin mutters, "Wait here," near the stage before disappearing around a dark corner. Hoseok feels giddy and nervous, and he shifts around as one leg bounces too fast to be in time with the music.

When Seokjin returns with a black duffle bag, he takes Hoseok's hand, laces their fingers together, and leads him through the club once more, toward the front door. A few people wave to Seokjin on their way through, and Jimin—who wears his pink satin robe—hugs Seokjin as they exit and looks Hoseok up and down with a mischievous smirk before waving them off.

Hoseok's heart races as they get into a black sedan, and Seokjin waits for Hoseok to buckle his seatbelt before he takes off. The drive to Seokjin's apartment is short and mostly quiet; Seokjin seems to have a tune in his head, and he gently taps his fingers against the steering wheel.

Although there are many things Hoseok wants to say to Seokjin and many questions he would like to ask him, his nerves get the best of him, and he watches city lights go by in silence.

The building Seokjin lives in seems unassuming enough, but Hoseok recognizes the neighborhood and is not wholly surprised when, on a floor close to the top of the building, Seokjin opens his door to reveal a spacious unit with a view of the not-too-distant skyline.

"Water?" Seokjin offers.

Hoseok nods as he slides his socked feet out of his black laceless boots and mutters, "Yes, please."

As Seokjin toes out of his shoes and swiftly turns a corner toward where Hoseok assumes his kitchen is, Hoseok makes his way toward the living room. Seokjin's apartment consists of dark woods and black upholstered furniture, and Hoseok sits on a large couch and looks out the window at the river in the distance. Seokjin joins him a moment later, setting a glass of water in front of Hoseok before sitting beside him.

"How are you feeling, fawn?" Seokjin asks gently, extending his arm and holding his hand out to Hoseok.

Hoseok scoots close to Seokjin and lets himself get wrapped in a loose embrace. He feels comfortable with Seokjin like this and smiles as he says, "Nervous. Really fucking nervous. But also really good."

Seokjin nods. "Good. I was worried I had scared you away when I came off the stage, and you were gone. Thank you for giving me another shot."

"Ah," Hoseok mutters. "Yeah, s-sorry, I just thought you and Jimin...I thought it was silly to wait around for someone who might not be interested in me."

"Did our earlier conversation not make it clear that I was interested in you?" Seokjin asks softly with a hint of sadness in his tone.

"Honestly..." Hoseok begins, reaching for the water. Seokjin's hand slips from his shoulder, and Hoseok takes a drink, sets the glass back down, and settles into Seokjin's hold once more. "I thought for sure you were into me, but when you went on stage I...I guess I got worried that maybe it was all just a game or something. And that you had someone else."

Hoseok looks at Seokjin to find him frowning. Seokjin lifts his hand and gently rubs the back of his fingers against Hoseok's cheek, and Hoseok lets his eyes flutter closed as he leans into the touch.

"No games, fawn. I promise. Moving forward I'll be perfectly clear, okay?"

Hoseok nods and smiles, and Seokjin's fingers move to his neck and rub down and up in a slow, soothing motion. When he opens his eyes, Seokjin is watching him with a soft smile that makes Hoseok's heart pound. He wants to initiate something, but he also wants Seokjin to have full control, so he waits for instruction.

"We should discuss boundaries and expectations," Seokjin says softly, and Hoseok nods.

"At the club, you agreed to impact play, begging, overstimulation and a little humiliation. Is that still what you want?"

Hoseok's cheeks warm, and he smiles as he softly mutters, "Yes, sir."

"What if I want to loosely restrain you with my hands, or something else that you can easily slip out of?"

Hoseok likes the sound of this, and his lips tremble as he replies, "Yes, sir."

"Do you want to have sex during this play?"

This question takes Hoseok by surprise, and he feels foolish for assuming there would be sex. Seokjin must sense his hesitance and asks, "Something the matter, fawn?"

"Oh, no," Hoseok responds. Seokjin's gaze is so steady and calm, Hoseok finds it disarming and looks down at the gold chain around his neck instead. He sounds nervous as he admits, "I guess I...assumed there would be sex involved."

"Ah," Seokjin says, and Hoseok lifts his gaze back to his face. "That's a common assumption, but sex isn't always necessary to enjoy the play. It depends on many factors, though, including what you like and how much you like it. And how good I take care of you. Some submissives even get gratification without orgasm, but if you hope to cum, that's something we can do."

Hoseok likes the idea of submitting to Seokjin and letting him work him up without sex being involved, though he also very much wants Seokjin to fuck him, despite not knowing him very well. There is something so alluring about Seokjin—not to mention Hoseok finds him very sexy. And, after all, he wants Seokjin to make him beg.

"I would like to have sex," Hoseok says, "but I would like it if we just do the impact play first to see how much I enjoy it."

"And kissing?" Seokjin asks with a soft smile.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok all but whispers. "I definitely want you to kiss me."

The tips of Seokjin's fingers touch the underside of Hoseok's chin and tip his head slightly upward, causing something in his tummy to swoop. Instinctively, Hoseok's mouth falls open as he lets out a shaky exhale.

Seokjin leans close and touches the tips of their noses together with a smirk, and Hoseok tips his head up a bit more but holds back. He wants Seokjin to kiss him so badly it makes his head spin.

"Before we begin, I have a few rules for you," Seokjin says.

Hoseok sighs quietly, already on the verge of begging, and only for something as simple as a kiss. Seokjin's rich, floral musk fills his senses, intoxicating him.

"I will be checking in periodically asking for your color, and I expect you to respond with either green, yellow or red. Do you know what these colors mean, fawn?"

Although Hoseok thinks he could guess what they mean, he shakes his head and mutters, "No, sir," gaze razor-focused on Seokjin's lips.

"Green means you like what we're doing and wish for me to continue. Yellow means you like what we're doing, but you need me to ease up, slow down, or change it up somehow. If you tell me yellow, I will ask what you need, and we will adjust as needed. And, finally, red means we stop, no questions asked. It doesn't have to mean that we are done, but it can if that's what you need."

The idea of doing anything that may require them to suddenly have to stop fills Hoseok with trepidation. As if reading Hoseok's mind, Seokjin says, "I know it sounds scary to have a hard stop option, but I assure you, I will do everything I can to make sure it does not ever come to that. It's just there to let you know that you're safe with me no matter what. But if, at any time, you do need me to slow down or stop, I need you to say yellow or red. Please do not wait for me to ask."

Hoseok tries to nod, though his movement is stifled by Seokjin's fingers, which still hold Hoseok's chin in place. Seokjin is a stranger. He has no reason to believe that he will take care of him the way he says he will, with the exception of watching him bring Jimin pleasure from flogging him on stage.

Of course, someone's behavior in public may vary from their behavior in private, but there is something about Seokjin that comforts Hoseok. Not to mention, Hoseok wants him. He wants him really bad.

"One last rule," Seokjin says after a pause, and Hoseok widens his eyes, eager to hear what he has to say. "You must address me as sir. If you do not, you will be punished. Understood, fawn?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds softly.

Seokjin grabs Hoseok by the throat and grips him gently but firmly, and Hoseok gasps, feeling a wave of fear and excitement rush through him.

"I didn't quite hear you," Seokjin says with a bite to his voice. "What did you say?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok blurts eagerly.

Hoseok wonders if Seokjin can feel his heart pound in his neck. He wonders if he is trembling or if he is just imagining things—if he is quite literally vibrating from excitement.

The grip on Hoseok's throat stays firm but is never too tight. Seokjin slowly begins to stand from the couch, and Hoseok stays in place, keeping his eyes on Seokjin, waiting to be told what to do.

"Stand for me, fawn," Seokjin instructs in a stern voice that sends a shiver through Hoseok.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok mutters as he stands, keeping his eyes on Seokjin.

Seokjin cocks his head and squints at Hoseok as if he is disappointed by what he sees, and Hoseok instantly feels aroused by the faint but obvious change in attitude.

"Is there anything you are not comfortable with me using while humiliating you?" Seokjin asks.

"Like what, sir?"

"Your intelligence, perhaps?"

Hoseok shakes his head. "No, sir."

"You're okay if I tell you what a dumb little slut you are?"

Hoseok nods; he likes it a lot. "Yes, sir."

"What about your useless little cock?"

Arousal tickles between Hoseok's legs, and he decides he'll have to unpack this later. "I don't mind, sir."

There is a pause while Seokjin searches Hoseok's face, clearly in thought. Then, with a smirk, he says, "Sometimes I use physical appearance as a form of mockery, but you are just too fucking pretty, fawn."

Hoseok's stomach does another swoop. Then, at risk of being punished, Hoseok says, "But neither smart enough nor endowed well enough?"

Seokjin's smirk breaks into a grin, and he scoffs. "If I stuck to telling truths, I would have no way to humiliate you, darling. Plus, I haven't had the pleasure of seeing your cock yet, so we can pretend, can't we?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds with a grin.

"Good," Seokjin says as he turns away and tugs Hoseok along by the throat. "Come with me."

Seokjin leads Hoseok through his living room, down a short, dark hallway, and into a dark room. He stops them in the doorway and fiddles with something until, slowly, the room is lit with a dim glow from several wall sconces. The room is spacious, with a bed to the left. Hoseok can't make out much beyond that, both from Seokjin blocking his eye line and from the lack of illumination from the sconces.

Hoseok is led to the bed, and Seokjin drops his hand from Hoseok's throat and tells him to stay put. Then he walks to a large wooden armoire just to the right of the bed and pulls two wooden doors wide open, surveying what he has inside. From where Hoseok stands, it is mostly shadows and silhouettes, but there appear to be leather items hanging that resemble floggers and crops.

The sound of Seokjin delicately reaching into the dark armoire and pulling out what appears to be a small black box seems loud. Louder than such soft sounds should be, and Hoseok wonders if his senses are heightened from excitement or if he is just imagining things. Seokjin turns to Hoseok with a smile and brings over the box, giving Hoseok a pensive look.

"I don't usually do this for people who I haven't played with before; I save it for when someone commits to being my submissive." Seokjin opens the thin black box, revealing what appears to be a black leather collar.

"But," Seokjin continues, pulling the collar from the box, "You look stunning with a choker, and I think you'd look even better in a collar, and I want you to know how it feels, if this is something you would like."

Hoseok nods and cracks a smile, feeling a swell of affection over the gesture. "I would like to wear the collar, sir."

Seokjin smirks and gently tosses the box onto a small table beside his bed. "Good. When you wear this collar, you are mine, little fawn. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds, feeling his heart pound.

Seokjin walks around Hoseok and unclasps his choker, letting it fall to the floor. Then, he brings the collar to his neck, then begins to fasten it.

"If you disobey me, I will punish you. Do you understand?"

There is something about the act of being collared and the heaviness of the leather accessory around his neck that makes Hoseok's head spin. He wants to be obedient—wants to be so good for Seokjin. "Yes, sir."

Two warm, firm hands rest on Hoseok's shoulders, and his eyes flutter closed as he relaxes under the touch, allowing his head to angle to the side as if inviting Seokjin to admire his new accessory.

Seokjin's voice is deep and soft in Hoseok's ear. "But, remember, fawn, that does not include using your safe colors. Saying yellow or red is never considered disobeying me, understood?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok mutters dreamily.

"Good," Seokjin says, voice more assertive. "Now strip for me."

Hoseok's eyes snap open, and he turns just enough to search Seokjin's face for any hint of mirth, finding only a straight expression. Seokjin lifts an eyebrow and says, "Did I not make myself clear?"

With a quick, nervous shake of the head that becomes a nod because Hoseok is not quite sure how to respond, he springs into action and begins to undo his belt buckle and shove his jeans down. Hoseok wears small black briefs that barely contain his semi-hard cock, and Seokjin walks around him, smiling as he watches him step out of his pants and kick them aside.

Then, Hoseok reaches for the bottom of his black crop top and begins to remove it. Seokjin catches the material just as Hoseok brings it over his head and has his arms in the air, and Seokjin tightens the shirt around his fist, binding both of Hoseok's arms. A gasp leaves Hoseok's lips, and he rests his restrained hands atop his head rather than fighting it—wanting to be held captive.

"Look at you," Seokjin coos as he runs his fingertips delicately over one of Hoseok's pecs, grazing softly over his nipple. The light touch sends a spark of arousal through Hoseok, and he lets out a pleased huff of air.

"You sure are pretty, fawn. I can't wait to mark you up and make you mine. Is that what you want, darling?"

"Yes, sir."

Seokjin's fingers trail lower, past Hoseok's ribs, down to his tummy, stopping at the waistline of his briefs. "If you're lucky, maybe I'll play with your pathetic cock. Does that sound good, darling?"

Hoseok wants to be touched now—wants it so badly he is practically panting. "Yes, sir."

Seokjin releases his hold on Hoseok and walks to his armoire for a tool, then to his bed. Hoseok drops his shirt to the floor as Seokjin grabs two pillows clad in light blue cases and stacks them in the center of the bed atop a deep blue comforter. Then, he gets onto the bed, sits on his knees beside the pillows and pats the top one with his hand.

"Come, fawn. I want you on your knees, bent over this."

Hoseok pauses, takes a deep, shaky breath and says, "Yes, sir," as he climbs onto the bed, crawls on his knees to the pillows, and bends over them.

"Take your time to get nice and comfortable, fawn."

Hoseok lays forward on his elbows with his ass in the air as he says, "Yes, sir."

"So obedient already," Seokjin purrs.

A large hand touches Hoseok's lower back, making him flinch from anticipation. Then, Hoseok eases into the feeling, relaxing under the warmth that radiates from his palm.

"Are you ready, fawn?"

"Yes, sir."

"This is a flogger," Seokjin says softly as several thin leather tails rest against Hoseok's lower back. He has seen a flogger before the stage show earlier in the night, and has some idea of what touches him, but he has never felt one before.

The leather lifts and falls against his skin, tickling at times, and Hoseok breathes through it and resists the urge to wiggle around. Then it lifts, and Hoseok takes in a deep breath, anticipating what is to come.

"I'm going to strike gently, now," Seokjin says, and Hoseok fists the blanket below him and lets out a shaky exhale.

The first strike against Hoseok's lower back is so light, he feels silly for expecting it to hurt. Then, Seokjin strikes Hoseok again, still so soft it nearly tickles, and then again and again, alternating left and right in a slow, steady rhythm. With each gentle strike, Hoseok lets out a soft puff of air. Despite it being too delicate to hurt, the skin is beginning to feel a little warm, and each strike is making the skin more sensitive.

"Color, fawn?"

"Green, sir."

Seokjin snaps the flogger a little harder on Hoseok's right side. The sound makes Hoseok flinch, but the actual pain is still so minimal, he almost feels silly for reacting. Still, with each snap, the skin becomes more and more sensitive until it begins to sting. Hoseok is a bit surprised by how good it makes him feel—by how arousal tickles between his legs with each snap of the flogger.

"Color?"

"Green, sir."

"Does it hurt at all, fawn?"

"It's beginning to feel sensitive and sting, sir. But it doesn't really hurt."

Seokjin moves up Hoseok's back, striking higher left and higher right, up to his shoulders and back down, just above the original strike zone. It feels good, relaxing, even, and Hoseok sinks into the feeling, letting his head hang low while Seokjin flogs up to his shoulder blades and back down.

"Ready for me to try harder strikes, fawn?" Seokjin asks as he runs the tails of the flogger up and down the center of Hoseok's back. The feeling tickles once more, and Hoseok shivers under its touch.

"Yes, sir."

"If you want me to ease off, what do you say?"

"Yellow, sir."

The flogger lifts and is replaced by Seokjin's hand, which rubs from the small of Hoseok's back, up to his neck. "Good pet," he praises.

Seokjin lifts his hand, waits a beat, then strikes Hoseok much harder on his lower right side. The crack of the leather against Hoseok's skin is loud—much too loud for how little it hurt. But it does sting—a sharp, delicious feeling that spreads into the numbness throughout the sensitive skin that had been previously stricken.

Hoseok moans. It comes out rather involuntarily—his body tenses and relaxes so quickly he sinks forward as a deep sound of pleasure spills from his lips. His cock responds—slowly, the blood flows—and for the first time, Hoseok gets it.

"What a pretty sound you made, fawn," Seokjin purrs.

Seokjin strikes Hoseok again, just as hard on the opposite side, and Hoseok moans as he says, "Th—ohhh—thank you, sir."

Hoseok thinks he hears Seokjin groan, but he isn't sure. He would like to think he is having an effect on Seokjin—likes the idea of turning Seokjin on as much as Seokjin turns him on. His nerves are on fire, skin ablaze, and he desperately wants to be wholly consumed.

The flogger strikes Hoseok at a steady pace, cracking against his skin so loud, stinging him so good, Hoseok gasps and moans and writhes against the pillow. His hips twitch each time the leather licks his sore skin, forcing it to become more and more sensitive to the touch until, finally, it hurts.

"Color, fawn?"

"Gr—ahhh—green, sir!"

Seokjin changes where he strikes, hitting fresh spots that have never been touched, then returning to used plots of skin that feel angry under the leather. Hoseok's moans and whimpers alternate between sweet and soft, and deep and needy, depending on where the leather touches down, and the more unpredictable each strike becomes, the more Hoseok's head begins to spin. He wonders if his skin looks as pretty as Jimin's had looked, with pretty red streaks and raised white welts.

This is heaven, Hoseok thinks. This is joy and pleasure and everything he has ever wanted. All of that and so much more.

Then, all at once, Seokjin stops. Hoseok trembles against the pillow, grips tightly to the sheet below him and resists the urge to whine. He wants more—wants his skin to break open and for the tails of the flogger to entwine with his sinew and become him.

"You like this a lot, don't you, fawn?"

Hoseok nods his head and mutters a weak, "uh-huh."

A hand crashes against Hoseok's ass—open palm and firm—smacking him harder than he has ever been spanked before. Hoseok squeals and squeezes the pillow below him, and it occurs to him what he has done wrong.

"I didn't quite hear you, fawn; what was that?"

"Yes, sir!" Hoseok responds eagerly. "I love it, sir."

"Now that I've warmed you up, the real fun can begin," Seokjin says in a deep, playful tone that makes Hoseok nervous and so terribly excited.

"Would you like that, fawn? Do you want to have some fun?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok says, turning his head to the left in a feeble attempt to look at Seokjin.

"Turn around for me and sit up on your knees," Seokjin commands.

Hoseok sits up on his knees as he mutters, "Yes, sir," and shoves the pillows away toward the head of the bed before turning around to face Seokjin.

A pleased smirk greets Hoseok, and deep, blown-out pupils. Seokjin is still dressed in his sheer sleeveless top and black slacks, sitting high on his knees, and Hoseok mimics his posture and sits the same way.

Seokjin's eyes rove down Hoseok's body, stop at the hard bulge in his small black briefs, and then raise back to Hoseok's gaze as an eyebrow cocks. He crawls forward on his knees until he is directly in front of Hoseok, saying, "You really liked that, hmm, fawn?"

Warmth floods Hoseok's cheeks and spreads down to his chest. Never has he been so blatantly looked at before—not like that. "Y-yes, sir."

"May I touch you?" Seokjin asks softly.

"Please, sir," Hoseok all but whispers.

Seokjin's left hand raises to Hoseok's jaw before he has a chance to comprehend the movement, and Hoseok gasps, feeling arousal and anticipation quake through him. Seokjin cocks his head to the side and sneers at Hoseok, and Hoseok wonders if he might shrink under his gaze.

"Such a pretty little slut, aren't you?" Seokjin teases bitterly as he gently squeezes Hoseok's jaw.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok whines.

"I can't believe your useless little cock is already hard, just from flogging. You must be really desperate, hmm?"

Hoseok trembles. Never before has his cock been berated, and he cannot quite comprehend why he finds it so appealing. "Yes, sir," he says softly.

"Arms up, over your head," Seokjin commands, and Hoseok does as he is told, responding, "Yes, sir."

They watch one another, eyes searching between eyes, falling to lips and floating back up. Hoseok wants Seokjin to kiss him so badly, he thinks he might go crazy.

Seokjin must read the desperation on Hoseok's face, and he pouts, pushing his plush lips out as his eyes widen and downturn. It is a mocking expression that makes Hoseok feel small—makes some small part of him feel embarrassed. Then, Seokjin lifts his right hand and twists the flogger, gently striking Hoseok's pec, grazing leather over his nipple, and Hoseok shakes under the impact as a shattered moan punches through his lips.

"Color, pet?"

"Green, sir."

The grip on Hoseok's jaw tightens just enough to hurt ever so slightly, and he continues to gently flog Hoseok's pec, down over his ribs, against his tummy, and up to his clavicle. Each strike makes Hoseok tremble and gasp—the particularly good ones make him moan.

"So responsive," Seokjin teases and grins. "So needy."

"Needy for you, sir," Hoseok groans, shaking as leather kisses his nipple.

Seokjin hums, but it sounds more like a growl. "My pretty, pretty slut."

A devious grin tugs at Seokjin's lips, and he spits on Hoseok's lips. Hoseok is too stunned to gasp, though soft sounds do pass his lips as the flogger continues to strike his skin, on his chest and ribs, in no discernable pattern.

"Color?"

"Green, sir," Hoseok says, resisting the urge to lick the spit from his mouth. It runs down to his chin, leaving a cold streak in its wake. He keeps his eyes on Seokjin.

Seokjin picks up the pace and strength of his strikes and flogs Hoseok's sides, down his ribs and over his hip, to the side of his thigh. The leather wraps and hits sensitive skin on the back of his thigh, and Hoseok trembles and hisses, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Color?"

"Green, sir," Hoseok mutters, opening his eyes. Seokjin grins.

"You really do like the pain, hmm, fawn?"

"I do, sir."

Seokjin stares at Hoseok's mouth as he flogs him, and Hoseok wonders what he sees. Is it the way his lips tremble with each strike? Is it how he drags his lower lip between his teeth when it really hurts? Hoseok wonders if he likes the view—if perhaps Seokjin wants to kiss him just as badly.

The weight of Seokjin's grip on Hoseok's jaw is beginning to feel like home—like Seokjin's hand is an extension of Hoseok's body, right where it belongs. Hoseok leans into it as his legs begin to shudder, too tired to hold his weight any longer.

Seokjin halts flogging and presses down on Hoseok's jaw as if telling him to sit. Hoseok sits, crashing his ass against his ankles before spreading his legs and landing on the mattress. His jaw is still in Seokjin's grasp, which lets up only a little.

"I want to kiss you," Seokjin says so softly, Hoseok wonders if he imagined it.

"Please, sir," Hoseok mutters anyway.

Seokjin cocks his head. "Please, what?"

Hoseok doesn't miss a beat—doesn't think twice. "Please kiss me, sir."

A smile tugs at Seokjin's lips before his tongue darts out to wet them, and Hoseok watches each movement intently.

"Please, sir," Hoseok tries again. "Please kiss me."

"You're really enjoying yourself," Seokjin says, towering over Hoseok.

Hoseok attempts to nod. "Yes, sir. I am."

Seokjin must drop the flogger as Hoseok feels fingertips feather-light graze his cock. He moans and quakes in Seokjin's grasp, eyelashes fluttering, pleading with his eyes.

"Please, sir," Hoseok whines.

The touch travels up, along Hoseok's hip, over sensitive skin on his ribs, to his nipple. Seokjin's hand on Hoseok's jaw is the only thing tethering him to reality—keeping his body from melting like hot wax and his soul from escaping and floating through the ceiling and out into the warm summer night.

"Please, please, sir," Hoseok whispers.

"Desperation looks so good on you," Seokjin teases. "Look how responsive you are to my touch. How easily you unravel just for me."

Hoseok feels frustrated, like a live wire flooded with electricity. Never has he wanted anything so badly—no, not want, need. He needs to be touched—needs to be kissed and fucked and devoured before he explodes.

"Please, sir," Hoseok mutters on the verge of tears. The collar is heavy around his throat, and he wants Seokjin to claim him. "Please, please."

Seokjin leans over Hoseok, grips onto his jaw tight enough to make Hoseok whimper, and licks over his lips in a long, slow motion. Hoseok moans, feeling pleasure burst and bloom through him while his mouth falls as slack as it can in his grasp. He needs more. More, more, more.

"Please, sir," Hoseok tries, "I've been so good."

A soft smile plays at Seokjin's lips for a split moment, then turns cruel as Seokjin glares down at Hoseok. He opens his mouth and slowly allows a dribble of spit to fall from his mouth onto Hoseok's, and Hoseok darts out his tongue to catch it.

"You have been so good, haven't you?"

Seokjin's fingertips dance over Hoseok's clavicle and shoulder, and down his back. The skin is especially sensitive on his back, and Hoseok whines and gasps as pain and pleasure blend beautifully with every touch.

"Yes, sir."

Hoseok's chest heaves. His heart pounds, and he steadies himself with both hands against the mattress beside him. His back bows as if he is offering himself to Seokjin—waiting for more.

Seokjin releases Hoseok's jaw and repositions himself on his knees before him. "Keep your hands where they are and don't move them," Seokjin commands as he leans forward and gently kisses Hoseok's collarbone. The touch is so light, yet Hoseok's entire body responds, trembling like a leaf in the wind.

Lips travel up, toward Hoseok's neck, and Hoseok lolls his head to the side, gasping and relishing in each touch. He has been so good, he knows he has, and he keeps his hands where they are, anchoring him to the bed despite wanting to wrap his arms around Seokjin and pull him close—he knows he has to keep being good if he doesn't want this to stop.

The hand on Hoseok's back opens, fingers flayed, and he gently tugs Hoseok closer, gripping onto sore skin as his soft, moist lips tease Hoseok's neck. Hoseok mewls and gasps, and his neglected cock twitches and leaks in his briefs.

"Please, sir," Hoseok whispers.

"Am I not kissing you, fawn?" Seokjin teases, grazing his teeth over Hoseok's throat just above the collar and nipping at the skin.

Hoseok feels driven mad by desire, as if slowly and carefully, Seokjin is pulling him apart and plucking away all semblance of sanity he may have. Keeping his hands in place proves more and more difficult, and he fists the comforter tightly so that he won't let go, whispering, "Please," over and over again like a prayer.

Hands find Hoseok's shoulders, and Seokjin leans back just enough to make Hoseok open his eyes and search for him—enough to make him wonder why Seokjin has stopped kissing and nipping at his skin. Seokjin's eyes are dark and hungry, and they burn through Hoseok, making him squirm.

"You really are the perfect submissive," Seokjin praises in a voice so deep, Hoseok fears he may drown.

"Thank you, sir," Hoseok whimpers.

A smirk pulls at Seokjin's pouty lips. "I've barely touched you with my hands, and you're so pliant and eager for me."

Seokjin leans in close, ghosting hot breath over Hoseok's face as he says, "Just imagine how good you'll be when I fuck you."

Hoseok can't help the needy groan that falls from his lips; never has he been this turned on before. "Please, sir, please," he whines, gripping the blanket so tightly his hands ache.

"Relax, fawn," Seokjin coos with a smile, and Hoseok melts like honey, releasing his hold on the comforter and letting his shoulders fall.

Seokjin kisses Hoseok's jaw, and Hoseok trembles, smiling beneath the touch. Perhaps this could be enough, Hoseok tells himself. This eager yet tamed bliss in Seokjin's hold could be enough. He feels good, cared for and praised; perhaps he doesn't need more.

But he craves more—he craves it so fucking badly.

Seokjin flicks his tongue over Hoseok's bottom lip and sucks it gently between his teeth, and every nerve on Hoseok's body sings to life—he is certain he has never needed anything more as Seokjin hums a pleased sound, making Hoseok moan, low and charged, as his eyelashes flutter. Gently, Seokjin's arms wrap around Hoseok's back, pinning his arms to his sides, and Seokjin licks into his mouth, exploring and tasting and pulling more sounds from Hoseok's throat.

Hoseok kisses back—twists his tongue in a gentle game of tug of war, eager to taste and explore the semi-sweet cavern between Seokjin's lips. Both men moan, and Seokjin pulls Hoseok close, causing his palms to lift from the bed.

"You taste so sweet, fawn," Seokjin groans against Hoseok's lips. “Do I detect strawberry lip gloss?”

Hoseok’s cheeks warm as he mutters, "Yes. Thank you, sir."

"Did you get bottom ready before coming to the club tonight?"

Hoseok's eyes open wide, and he nods, first humming a pitchy "uh-huh" before quickly remembering his place and muttering, "Y-yes, sir."

Seokjin grins and says in a deep, mocking tone, "My slutty little fawn prepped himself to get fucked tonight, hmm?"

"Yes, sir."

"Just cleaned, or did you stretch yourself too?"

"No, sir. Just cleaned."

"Good. I was hoping I would get to stretch you. Let's have a look, then, shall we?" Seokjin says, releasing his hold around Hoseok.

"S-sir?" Hoseok stammers, leaning back against his hands.

Seokjin cocks an eyebrow and says, "Stand and bend over the bed for me," in a rich, commanding tone.

Hoseok fumbles, practically falling back as he attempts to move with so little space to do so. Seokjin doesn't back up or give him leg room, and he ends up scooting back, twisting around, and sliding off the side of the mattress. He spins and bends over the edge of the bed with his face down and ass in the air, and suddenly, he feels nervous.

In the past, sex has simply happened. His partner stretched him out, or he stretched them out, and everything transpired rather mechanically without any fanfare or need for discussion. But now, Seokjin is getting off the bed to stand beside him after telling him that he wants to have a look at him, and worry begins to crawl up Hoseok's throat.

Delicate fingertips dance across Hoseok's shoulders, down his back, and he trembles under the touch. His skin no longer feels as hot, but there are spots that are more sensitive than others, and he jolts involuntarily as Seokjin lightly teases those areas. He lets out a deep exhale, almost forgetting his worries, but then Seokjin's fingers snake below the hem of Hoseok's briefs and slowly tug down, and his heart begins to pound.

Hoseok lifts his hips so Seokjin can pull the briefs over his hard cock, and Seokjin leaves the garment just under Hoseok's ass, around his thighs. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as Seokjin's warm hands firmly grab his buttcheeks and give them a light squeeze, causing Hoseok to gasp.

"So pretty," Seokjin groans as his hands rub up to Hoseok's lower back and back down again. "And all for me."

Seokjin's words calm and reassure Hoseok enough to relax against the mattress. "All for you, sir," he mutters.

One of Seokjin's hands lifts and crashes down, spanking Hoseok hard and loud. Hoseok jolts and moans a pitchy, pained sound, clawing at the comforter below him as his cock digs into the mattress. Seokjin rubs over the spot, soothing the pain, then smacks Hoseok again, just as hard as before, and Hoseok muffles his scream against the bed and trembles hard in Seokjin's touch.

"Color, fawn?"

Hoseok hesitates and almost says yellow, but as the pain from the spankings settles over him, he decides he wants more. "Green, sir."

Seokjin removes his other hand from Hoseok, and he seems to change positions. Hoseok can't tell what he is doing, and he doesn't want to look—he only wants to find out through touch what Seokjin has in store for him.

A hand squeezes the cheek that hasn't been spanked, then rubs over the skin before lifting, crashing in a loud smack, and squeezing again. It hurts and feels so good, and Hoseok moans and drools against the deep blue blanket. Another spanking crashes against the other cheek, sore and stinging, and Hoseok pushes out a shattered, soundless breath.

"Color?"

"Green, sir," Hoseok rasps.

Seokjin spanks more, alternating softer smacks with just the tips of his fingers and full, open-handed smacks that force Hoseok to squirm against the bed. He rubs and spanks and squeezes in no discernable pattern, surprising Hoseok with each movement, just as before. It is dizzying, and Hoseok pants and drools, eager for more.

Without warning, Seokjin shoves Hoseok's briefs to his ankles, spreads his legs, forcing Hoseok to stumble out of the garment with one foot, and he rubs his hands up the backs of Hoseok's thighs and spreads his ass wide. He must be on his knees as his tongue comes from below, over Hoseok's balls, along his perineum and across his rim.

A deep, shattered moan tumbles from Hoseok's throat. Seokjin's tongue is warm, wet heaven, and Hoseok whimpers expletives as Seokjin twists his tongue over Hoseok's ass, teasing his hole with a rich, hungry groan. He grips onto the comforter and moans as pleasure rocks through him at an intoxicating speed.

"You taste so good, fawn," Seokjin groans as he nips at Hoseok's skin, squeezing his ass.

"Thank you, sir," Hoseok moans. "F-feels so good."

Seokjin groans and rubs his hands slowly over Hoseok's thighs. "Is that right, pet? You like the way I lick your tight little asshole?"

Nobody has ever spoken to Hoseok this way before. It is exhilarating despite making Hoseok want to curl in on himself and hide his blushing cheeks. He loves it.

His voice is meek as he pants, "Yes, sir."

Seokjin's hands slide back to Hoseok's ass and spread him wide, and Hoseok holds his breath in anticipation. The tip of Seokjin's tongue teases his rim, drawing small circles over the puckered skin, then dips inside and stretches him ever so gently.

"F-f-fuck," Hoseok moans, letting out a breath he held in. His body sinks further into the mattress as pleasure unravels its fiery tendrils and grips him tightly. How foolish he was to think he had been on the brink of being consumed by the blaze earlier when the glorious depths of hell were awaiting him.

Seokjin eats Hoseok's ass like a man starved, alternating lapping over his hole in sloppy, hungry motions and plunging his tongue in, only to swirl around inside him before pulling out. One of Seokjin's hands crashes down on Hoseok's ass, and he chokes out a sob, overwhelmed by how good he feels. Hoseok moans and trembles as the threat of orgasm looms over him.

"Fuck," Hoseok whines, "I could cum like this."

"You could, hmm?" Seokjin groans, pulling back enough to make Hoseok feel desperate.

Then, Seokjin blows a teasing stream of air against Hoseok's hole, forcing a shiver down his back, and he chuckles and says, "Then perhaps I should make you cum," and dives back in.

This time, Seokjin's movements are not sloppy as he licks and penetrates, building Hoseok's pleasure faster than before. Hoseok's hips rut, rubbing his cock against the mattress and sending sparks of arousal shooting through him. Although there is some friction caused by the comforter, Hoseok has never cum untouched before, and he is shocked that he is getting so close, so easily.

A hand crashes down on Hoseok's ass, and he sobs as his body quakes and his hips buck. The pressure on his cock is overwhelming, and he feels so close to orgasm, all he can do is lay pliant as the feeling builds.

"S-so close, sir," Hoseok moans, gripping onto the comforter.

Seokjin groans and smacks Hoseok's ass, then squeezes it, over and over while his lips and tongue ensnare Hoseok further and further into the depths of pleasure. Hoseok feels nervous about just shooting his load on the blanket, but Seokjin hasn't slowed or stopped or given any further instruction, so he continues to allow himself to be wholly overwhelmed. As Seokjin squeezes Hoseok's ass and spears him on his tongue, Hoseok's hips shake just hard enough to push him over the edge.

"F-fuck, sir, I'm c-cum—ahhh—"

Stars burst behind Hoseok's eyes as he sprays his release onto the comforter, smearing it on his tummy. Seokjin licks Hoseok's rim in slow, long laps as he rides his high. Once the trembling begins to subside, and Hoseok's moans fade into panting, Seokjin's hands and mouth leave his skin—leave him bent over the bed sticky with his own cum.

"Stand, fawn," Seokjin instructs.

Hoseok's chest heaves as he pushes off the bed, anchored on his palms as he finds his balance to stand. There is movement and rustling around to Hoseok's right, near the bedside table, and Hoseok rolls his head, stretching his neck, with his eyes closed.

"Turn around," Seokjin instructs.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok mutters as he turns.

Seokjin is still fully clothed, and he stands before Hoseok with a bottle of lube in his hand and his chin slick with drool. Seokjin glances at Hoseok's cum-smeared tummy and smirks.

"Your pathetic cock made a mess, fawn," Seokjin teases as he steps closer.

"Sorry, sir," Hoseok responds softly.

Seokjin smirks. "You'll just have to make it up to me."

"H-how, sir?"

Seokjin tosses the bottle of lube to the bed and gently takes Hoseok's chin in both hands, pulling him into a slow, deep kiss. Hoseok can taste tangy hints of himself on Seokjin's tongue, and he moans as Seokjin licks and sucks and claims his mouth.

"Ready for more, fawn?" Seokjin groans against Hoseok's lips.

Seokjin never answered Hoseok's question, but he nods in shallow movements, anyway. "Yes, sir."

"That's my greedy little slut. Down on your knees, fawn."

Hoseok's breath hitches, and he mutters, "Yes, sir," as he sinks down to his knees.

"Have you sucked a cock before, fawn?"

"Yes, sir."

"Have you had your face fucked?"

"N-no, sir."

Seokjin hums, looking down at Hoseok with a smirk. "I figured. We'll see what you're comfortable with. How about swallowing cum?"

"I never have, sir."

This seems to please Seokjin, whose smirk blooms into a grin. Seokjin palms over his crotch, and Hoseok's eyes follow the movement, finding a sizable bulge in his slacks. Then, Seokjin takes a step forward, crowding Hoseok's space, and tugs his zipper down, and Hoseok sits high on his knees as his heart booms in his ears.

"Show me what a good little slut you are and open your mouth, fawn. Tongue out, with your hands on your knees."

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds, eyes on Seokjin's bulge. He obeys, opening his mouth and holding his tongue out flat while his hands gently grip just above his knees.

Seokjin reaches into his fly and pulls out his cock—long and thick and glistening with precum. Hoseok can't help but gasp, eyes widening as he watches Seokjin stroke his length, unsure how he will fit it in his mouth, while saliva pools at the end of his tongue and dribbles down the underside, to his chin.

"Look at you, drooling for my cock already," Seokjin teases. "So desperate for me."

With Seokjin's free hand, he takes Hoseok by the chin and pulls him close. Drool runs down Hoseok's chin, over his collar and along his throat, and he glances up at Seokjin's face. Seokjin's mouth falls open as he angles his cock forward and taps it against Hoseok's tongue.

"So obedient and good for me," Seokjin groans. "Greedy sluts like you are always so eager to please."

Warmth floods Hoseok's cheeks. He knows that this is all part of their agreement, but he still can't help but feel shame creep up whenever Seokjin degrades him. But more than that, he enjoys being called a slut. The feeling is so at odds with how he thinks he should feel, that it just makes him want Seokjin to do it more.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok slurs in agreement as best as he can with his tongue hanging out.

With a scoff, Seokjin taps his cock against Hoseok's tongue again. Then, he holds it in place between Hoseok's lips, and Hoseok does his best to hold his mouth open as wide as he can. Seokjin's cock is heavy and velvety against his tongue, and Hoseok fights the urge to swallow him down until he gags, waiting for instruction.

Seokjin cocks his head, squints down at Hoseok and says, "Suck."

Hoseok closes his lips around Seokjin's cock and pushes his head forward, sucking several inches into his mouth before feeling the need to breathe and pulling back. Seokjin groans and gently takes Hoseok by the back of the head, tangling his fingers into his hair. Nervous that Seokjin might try to fuck his face, Hoseok breathes in quickly through his nose just as Seokjin presses his cock slowly into his mouth.

"That's it, fawn," Seokjin groans as he pulls his cock back, "breathe steadily through your nose."

Hoseok has sucked cock before, but never with the intent to make someone cum. It has always been a means to get someone hard, a few licks up and down the shaft followed by a mediocre, half-hearted suck. It is not that he has never wanted to please someone before; he has just never had partners that were terribly exciting. Seokjin, however, is extremely exciting.

Slowly, Seokjin begins to thrust his hips, sliding his cock into Hoseok's mouth and back out, never so deep or hard that it makes him gag. Hoseok finds a rhythm breathing in as Seokjin pulls his cock back and breathing out slowly as he pushes his cock forward.

Then, once Hoseok is comfortable, Seokjin says, "Tap my leg if you need me to stop," pushes his cock deep into Hoseok's mouth, and holds it. Hoseok has already exhaled through his nose, but he feels fine, at first, with Seokjin's cock almost touching his throat. But when Seokjin doesn't let up, Hoseok begins to panic with the need to breathe.

Hoseok wonders if he should tap out or continue to try to hold his breath. He doesn't want to show weakness, which he realizes is a ridiculous way to look at this situation, considering his airflow is cut off. But then Seokjin pulls his cock all the way out, bringing with it thick strings of saliva from Hoseok's throat, and he rubs Hoseok's cheek sweetly as Hoseok gasps for air.

"You didn't tap me," Seokjin says softly, gazing down at Hoseok with a smile.

"I almost gagged, sir."

Seokjin bends at the waist bringing his face nice and low, and says, "And what if I wanted you to gag?"

"Oh."

With an amused hum, Seokjin stands, takes Hoseok by the head, and thrusts into Hoseok's mouth. And this time, when Seokjin holds his cock in place, Hoseok allows the urge to gag to come over him. Saliva pools in Hoseok's mouth, and all at once, his throat contracts, and he pushes back against Seokjin's hand.

At first, for a split moment, Seokjin holds him in place, and Hoseok considers tapping out, but then he lets up, and Hoseok heaves as Seokjin's cock slides away, leaving him gasping for air.

"Very good, fawn," Seokjin praises, petting the side of Hoseok's cheek as he fights to catch his breath. Saliva drips from Hoseok's chin, and he keeps his hands on his knees. "How do you feel?" he asks once Hoseok's breathing has steadied.

Hoseok clears his throat, which feels a bit sore. "Good, sir. That wasn't as bad as I thought."

"Good," Seokjin says. "We're going to do it again, only this time when I pull back, I'm going to thrust forward again, so try to regulate your breathing. If you can't get it right away, tap me and I'll let you catch your breath."

"Yes, sir."

Seokjin slides his cock into Hoseok's throat, holds it until Hoseok begins to gag and pulls it out. Hoseok wants to cough or swallow down the thick saliva that pooled quickly, but Seokjin presses forward too fast, and all Hoseok can manage is a deep, gasping inhale. Tears collect in Hoseok's eyes as Seokjin thrusts into his throat, then pulls out, in, and out, and he gasps and heaves and gasps and heaves until finally, Seokjin pulls all the way out.

This time, Hoseok pants, but he doesn't feel the urge to cough, and he swallows down the saliva that has pooled, blinking tears from his eyes. Thick strings of spit connect Hoseok's lips to Seokjin's cock, and only when Hoseok smiles do they begin to pop.

"I think you lied to me when you said you've never done this before," Seokjin teases, bending and taking Hoseok's drool-covered chin gently in his hand.

"No, sir; I would never lie to you," Hoseok responds, batting his moist eyelashes playfully.

Seokjin crashes their lips together, licking hungrily into Hoseok's mouth, and Hoseok whimpers, feeling arousal surge through him. Seokjin's kiss is eager and messy, and when he pulls back, he looks just as breathless as Hoseok feels.

"I'm gonna fuck that pretty face of yours, and then I'm gonna cum on your tongue; sound good, fawn?"

"Yes, sir."

Hoseok holds his mouth open, sticks his tongue out, and Seokjin stands and slides his cock fast and deep. He thrusts, and Hoseok holds his mouth open, doing his best to find a rhythm and breathe through his nose. Then, Seokjin holds his cock in place, lodged into his throat, and Hoseok relaxes as much as he can before the urge to gag overtakes him.

"God, just look at you with my cock shoved deep into your throat," Seokjin growls. Hoseok begins to gag, and Seokjin pulls out and thrusts forward, holding his cock in place again.

"Look at me," Seokjin commands, and Hoseok obeys, looking up toward Seokjin with wide eyes. Hoseok blinks away tears, sending one falling down his cheek, and Seokjin grins. "Such a good little slut. So perfect for me."

Seokjin pulls out and thrusts in, out and in, and Hoseok does his best to steady his breathing, but the saliva in his mouth is beginning to feel stifling. Hoseok heaves during a thrust, feeling the sudden urge to vomit, and Seokjin stops with his cock thrust forward, but not as far as before.

"Swallow," Seokjin commands.

Although Hoseok understands what the word swallow means, he hesitates and knits his eyebrows as if to ask Seokjin to clarify. But then he tries it, despite feeling as though the act would be impossible, and he not only clears away much of the spit threatening to choke him, but Seokjin lets out a deep, pitchy moan, which goes straight to Hoseok's cock.

"That's it, fawn; god, your throat feels so good."

Hoseok swallows once more, and Seokjin trembles, then he bends forward and lightly slaps Hoseok on the cheek as he says, "That's my perfect little slut."

This time, when Seokjin thrusts, his movements are hard and fast and Hoseok struggles to keep up. Breathing becomes a challenge, and he can't find a good time to swallow down any of the spit that collects. Seokjin's cock is thick, and sucking it for this long is making Hoseok's jaw sore, but he doesn't mind that part; in fact, he likes it.

Seokjin's fingers grip tightly to Hoseok's hair, tugging painfully at the strands, and Hoseok whimpers and moans as Seokjin fucks his face. Then, Seokjin's thrusts become sloppy and deep, throwing Hoseok off what little rhythm he has, and Hoseok nearly lifts his hand to tap out and catch his breath when Seokjin mutters, "Hold your mouth open," and pulls all the way out.

Hoseok sticks his tongue out flat as he breathes heavily, doing his best to swallow down saliva and catch his breath while Seokjin keeps his cock just above his mouth as he strokes his length in slow movements. His hand tightens in Hoseok's hair once more, and he moans as his release shoots from his cock and onto Hoseok's lip and tongue.

"So good for me," Seokjin groans as he squeezes the tip of his cock to get the final drops of cum. "Keep your mouth open."

Seokjin's cum is thick and tangy on Hoseok's tongue, and he holds his mouth open, staring at Seokjin through tear-clouded eyes, waiting for instruction. When Seokjin finally says, "Swallow," Hoseok closes his mouth, resists the slight urge to gag, and swallows Seokjin's release.

The room falls silent, save for the sounds of both men catching their breath. Hoseok admires the sheen of sweat over Seokjin's forehead and neck; the man is devastatingly pretty. Seokjin undoes the button on his slacks and pushes them down to the floor, then removes his tight black briefs and his mesh sleeveless shirt.

Despite having more than enough opportunity to admire Seokjin's broad shoulders and firm muscles, seeing him shirtless makes Hoseok gawk. If he wasn't already drooling, surely the sight of Seokjin nude would have gotten his salivary glands going.

"Like what you see, fawn?" Seokjin asks teasingly, pulling Hoseok's attention to his gorgeous face.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok rasps, throat sore from being fucked.

"Good," Seokjin says with a soft smile as he motions with his hand for Hoseok to stand.

Hoseok stands slowly. His toes tingle and his muscles are sore from sitting on his knees for so long, so he lets out a little groan as he gets to his feet. Seokjin holds out a hand in case he needs assistance, but he makes it just fine on his own.

Once Hoseok is standing, Seokjin pulls him into another slow, deep kiss, groaning as he licks into Hoseok's mouth, and Hoseok wonders if Seokjin can taste himself on his tongue. Drool streaks down past Hoseok's pecs, turning cold before drying to his skin.

"You're doing so well, fawn," Seokjin says against Hoseok's lips. "Do you need to take a break?"

"No, sir," Hoseok responds, opening his eyes to look at Seokjin, who is too close to be in focus. "I need you to fuck me."

Seokjin sucks Hoseok's bottom lip between his teeth, and they moan in tandem. "My greedy little slut needs my cock, hmm?"

"Yes, sir," Hoseok whimpers.

"Bend over for me."

"Yes, sir."

Hoseok turns to the bed and bends over once more, avoiding the dark spot where he came earlier and taking handfuls of the comforter to hold onto. Seokjin, however, has other plans.

"Hands on your ass, fawn. Spread yourself for me."

"Yes, sir," Hoseok mutters as he reaches back and grabs onto his buttcheeks with both hands. Seokjin grabs the lube bottle from where he tossed it—beside where Hoseok has laid his head—and Hoseok hears the sound of the bottle clicking open and being squeezed.

Cold, slick fingers graze Hoseok's asshole, and Hoseok flinches, nearly letting his grasp on himself slip. Seokjin circles Hoseok's rim with the pad of one finger and slowly pushes it in, nice and deep.

Hoseok gasps and moans, letting out a deep, shattered exhale. Seokjin's tongue opened him enough to be able to handle his finger, but he still has to catch his breath from the sudden intrusion.

"Color, fawn?"

"Green!" Hoseok chokes out, already eager for more.

Seokjin pushes his finger further and pulls it out, in and out, and Hoseok's legs tremble from the sensation. Just one finger feels so good, Hoseok struggles to keep his hands on his ass.

A second finger presses in slowly, then pulls out, and Hoseok chokes out a silent gasp. Seokjin doesn't give Hoseok much time to catch his breath, though he does take it nice and slow, and Hoseok reminds himself that he can say yellow or red if he needs to. Seokjin twists his fingers as he pulls them out, and the sensation is so overwhelmingly good, Hoseok nearly begs for him to slow down, but he breathes through it and grips onto his soft skin tightly.

Seokjin scissors and spins the two fingers, getting Hoseok nice and stretched. And finally, when the sensation stops feeling so intense, Hoseok begins to beg, “More, sir. Please.”

With a hum, Seokjin’s twists and thrusts become a little more rough as he purrs, "Greedy, greedy."

"Please, sir!"

Hoseok's cock is hard once more and pressed against the mattress as it had been before, and he desperately wants to feel Seokjin's cock before he makes another mess of himself. "Please, please, please," he begs under his breath.

A hand grabs onto Hoseok's hair and yanks his head from the comforter, and Hoseok cries out from the pain of strands pulling. Seokjin's hot breath is close to his cheek, and his fingers are lodged even deeper into his ass, fucking into him with loud squelching smacks.

"Is this what you want, fawn? Hmm? Want me to fuck you nice and hard? You're so slutty you can't wait for me to stretch you properly?"

Hoseok whines and moans from the pain mixed with pleasure. Pulled taut like a bow, he struggles to whimper, "Yes, sir."

Seokjin presses Hoseok's head into the mattress and holds his palm over his cheek, holding firmly as he pulls his hand out and inserts a third finger. The stretch makes Hoseok squeal—it is rough, and he needs more lube—but he feels so good, he doesn't call for Seokjin to slow down or stop.

The hand eases from Hoseok's face, however, and Seokjin pops open the bottle of lube. He squirts it directly onto Hoseok's ass and lets out a deep, sardonic chuckle when Hoseok writhes and whines from the sudden feeling of cold liquid hitting his skin. Then, the hand returns to Hoseok's head and presses him down as three fingers begin to stretch him. The feeling is so incredible, all Hoseok can do is gasp and drool. It is too much, yet he so desperately wants more.

Although he is rough, Seokjin is careful, twisting and penetrating in ways that never scrape or poke with his fingernails. Hoseok's once more neglected cock leaks precum onto his tummy, and he digs his fingers into his skin, doing his best to hold himself open. Then, Seokjin inserts a fourth finger, and the intensity is so great that Hoseok's body shakes, and his hands slip from his cheeks.

A loud, heavy smack lands on Hoseok's ass, and he cries out and scrambles to hold himself spread. "I gave you an instruction, fawn. Spread yourself for me."

"S-sorry, sir," Hoseok whimpers, digging his fingers into his soft flesh.

The fourth finger nearly breaks him. Hoseok gasps and pants and whimpers with each slow thrust. And yet, he never calls for Seokjin to slow down. By the time he is finally stretched on four fingers, Hoseok is covered in sweat and speaking in tongues.

Seokjin chuckles, twisting his fingers in and out. "How will you take my cock if you're already this delirious from my fingers, pretty fawn?"

"N-need your cock, sir," Hoseok mutters through drool-covered lips.

Slowly, Seokjin pulls his fingers out and smears them across Hoseok's stretched hole, and Hoseok whines from being empty, clenching around nothing.

"On the bed," Seokjin commands.

Hoseok scrambles, practically flinging his limbs in an effort to get onto the bed as quickly as he can, muttering, "Yes, sir."

Seokjin approaches the head of the bed, moves some pillows out of the way, and gets into the center, sitting with his back against the headboard while Hoseok gets to his hands and knees and waits for instruction. Seokjin's thick, long cock sits hard and slick with lube against his tummy, and Hoseok's mouth waters, as if by pavlovian response.

"Come here, my pretty little slut," Seokjin instructs, tapping fingertips against his thigh.

"Yes, sir," Hoseok responds eagerly as he crawls between Seokjin's spread legs and straddles his hips.

"Have you ridden a cock before?" Seokjin asks sweetly as he gently takes Hoseok by the face with both hands and runs his fingers through his hair.

Hoseok places his palms on Seokjin's and shakes his head. "No, sir."

Seokjin pulls Hoseok down for a kiss and mutters, "So many firsts. How did I luck out with you?" against his lips before licking into his mouth. Hoseok swoons and moans, letting his mouth fall open for Seokjin to do as he pleases, lazily darting his tongue to taste Seokjin's lips when given the chance.

When Seokjin pulls out of the kiss, Hoseok is gasping for air. Kissing Seokjin is so intoxicating, Hoseok wants more, and finds himself chasing after his lips, which pull into a smirk.

"I love how eager you are. You're a lot of fun, Hoseok."

Hearing his actual name on Seokjin's tongue makes Hoseok's tummy swoop and twist. He speaks softly, with a smile. "Thank you, sir. I'm having a lot of fun with you."

"I'm glad,” Seokjin responds, eyebrow lifting. “Now be a good little slut and sit on this cock."

Hoseok angles his hips upward and reaches between his legs to grab onto Seokjin's cock. He hisses as he rubs the blunt tip against his ass, gathering lube that has been slathered and left behind. Then he sinks his hips down and, with a deep moan, penetrates himself with Seokjin's tip.

"That's it," Seokjin groans, grabbing Hoseok by the waist. "Nice and slow. You're so fucking tight, fawn."

Seokjin's cock is far bigger than his fingers could have prepared him for, and Hoseok takes deep, shattered breaths as he lifts and drops his hips, over and over, impaling himself a little more each time. His fingers must be digging painfully into Seokjin's chest, but he never says a thing, only gently holding onto Hoseok while he works himself down Seokjin's length.

By the time Hoseok is fully seated, he is gasping for air and covered in a sheen of sweat. Seokjin wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him against his chest, saying sweet words of praise about how good Hoseok is and how amazing he feels.

Hoseok nuzzles his face into Seokjin's neck, feeling the cold metal of his necklace against his cheek and tasting salty sweat on his lips. Seokjin's musk is alluring, and as Hoseok begins to catch his breath, he places soft kisses against his skin, tracing his lips over the hints of black cloud tattoos on Seokjin’s shoulders.

Feeling cared for and pleased in so many new ways, Hoseok lets out a contented sigh, certain that he never wants this night to end. Seokjin rubs a hand up Hoseok's back, then gently takes him by the hair and slowly tugs Hoseok's head back until he is sitting up straight and staring down at Seokjin.

"Remember your safe words, pretty fawn?"

Hoseok attempts to nod, but his head is held still. "Yes, sir."

"I'm going to fuck you nice and hard. If you need me to slow down, say..."

"Yellow, sir."

"Correct. And if you need me to stop..."

"Red, sir."

"Perfect. You are such a good boy."

Seokjin keeps Hoseok’s hair pulled tight and moves his other hand to the underside of Hoseok’s thigh. Then he scoots into a slightly new position, bending his knees, and begins to drill into Hoseok with his cock.

The air is punched from Hoseok’s lungs as Seokjin spears him hard and fast. Hoseok digs his fingers into Seokjin’s shoulders, dizzy from pleasure-pain while sobs and moans and a euphony of miscellaneous syllables fall from his lips. His cock slaps uselessly against his tummy, and he gasps and cries, feeling his pleasure crescendo to new heights.

This is what it is like to be fucked. This is pleasure in the way Hoseok has always craved, and he is not sure how he will go back to fucking anyone else after this.

“Look at you,” Seokjin huffs between thrusts. “Just letting me use you like the greedy little cocksleeve you are. So fucking good for me.”

“Th-thank you, s—ahhh—sir!”

Seokjin stops his thrusts and releases Hoseok’s hair, and Hoseok falls forward against his chest, attempting to catch his breath. Seokjin’s skin is warm, but the sweat between them feels cool, giving Hoseok goosebumps.

“Ride me, fawn. I want you to cum twice more before I’m finished with you.”

“Tw—“ Hoseok swallows a mouthful of saliva and tries again. “Twice more, sir?”

“That’s right. Show me what an obedient pet you are.”

“Yes, sir.”

Hoseok sits up and grips into Seokjin’s shoulders, leans forward, and lifts his hips. The slow lift drags Seokjin’s thick cock along his walls, and Hoseok feels every inch, whimpering and trembling before letting his hips drop. Both men moan, and Hoseok lifts again a little faster this time, feeling confident about the movement.

Before, Seokjin merely grunted as he speared Hoseok on his cock, but with Hoseok in control, he moans pitchy, nasally sounds that he finds addicting. Hoseok speeds his hips, up and down, up and down, matching Seokjin's pretty noises with his own as he finds a steady rhythm.

Seokjin wraps a hand around Hoseok’s cock, and Hoseok’s hips stutter as a surge of pleasure catches him off guard. With his palm, Seokjin gathers the precum that has dribbled from Hoseok’s tip and begins to stroke him in time with the rise and fall of his hips.

“F-fuck, sir, I’m gonna cum soon,” Hoseok whines.

“Kiss me,” Seokjin instructs, grabbing Hoseok’s chin with his free hand.

Hoseok’s movements become a bit shallower as he leans forward and slots his mouth against Seokjin, sucking on his bottom lip. Their kiss is sloppy with clashes of teeth, and the closer Hoseok gets to orgasm, the messier his movements become. He whimpers and moans into Seokjin’s mouth and stares down at Seokjin’s nose and lips, hoping to commit every detail to memory.

“I’m gonna cum, sir,” Hoseok whimpers against him.

Seokjin meets Hoseok’s thrusts halfway and drives his cock in deep, making Hoseok writhe and moans as his release spurts onto Seokjin’s fingers and tummy. His orgasm is so intense he stops moving his hips altogether, and Seokjin wraps an arm around Hoseok and thrusts into him while his fist continues to milk his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Hoseok sobs uncontrollably. He feels oversensitive and ready to explode, grateful when Seokjin’s movements slow enough for him to catch his breath.

“I’m going to lay you on your back,” Seokjin pants, and Hoseok lets go of his tight hold of Seokjin's shoulders to be lowered on his back.

Hoseok stares at the ceiling as Seokjin shifts above him with his cock still buried deep in his ass. Then Seokjin sits up straight, grabs Hoseok’s legs to speed them around his hips, and begins fucking into him at a punishing pace. Hoseok is unsure whether his cock ever softened between positions as it continues to slap hard against his tummy.

Everything in the known universe could disappear, save for Hoseok, Seokjin, and the mattress below them, and Hoseok would have no clue. All he knows is their bodies and a level of bliss he never imagined possible. His skin is sensitive enough that it tickles gently against the satin, and he feels like he is floating in the clouds.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” Seokjin groans.

“Th—ah—“ Hoseok attempts. He lifts his arms to grab onto Seokjin, but they’re too heavy and fall back to his sides.

“What are your safe words, fawn?” Seokjin asks sweetly.

“Ye-yellow and re—ah—red,” Hoseok stammers with a smile.

Seokjin leans forward, driving his cock even deeper, and Hoseok’s eyes roll back. With one hand, Seokjin gently takes Hoseok by the side of the head, and with the other, Seokjin lightly slaps Hoseok on the face.

The gentle slaps get Hoseok’s attention, and he opens his eyes wide and moans, “Ha—ahhh—harder, sir!”

Seokjin slaps Hoseok on the cheek hard enough to sting, and Hoseok squeals and smiles wide. He begs for more and Seokjin slaps him again, then slides his hand to Hoseok’s mouth and shoves his fingers between his lips. Hoseok sucks eagerly, licking over the pads of Seokjin’s fingers and dribbles drool.

Pleasure begins to crescendo, and Hoseok moans loudly around Seokjin’s fingers. The thought of having a third orgasm nearly makes Hoseok want to cry; never has he had more than two at once, and he feels so sensitive and overwhelmed, he worries his heart might seize.

“You look close, baby,” Seokjin groans, and Hoseok gasps from the new name. “Cum with me.”

Hoseok attempts to nod with Seokjin’s fingers between his lips, and Seokjin slams his cock onto him impossibly faster. Hoseok squeals and sobs and sees stars, and Seokjin pulls his fingers free as he leans down and captures his lips once more in a haphazard clash of teeth and tongues.

Deep, raspy moans fall between Seokjin’s lips and Hoseok swallows each whole, returning desperate sounds of his own. Seokjin’s hips stutter and become still, cock buried deep as he fills Hoseok with his release. Hoseok wonders if he could cum just from the feeling of Seokjin’s cock pulsating and emptying inside him, but Seokjin pulls out before he can find out.

“Since you’ve been so good for me, I’m going to reward you,” Seokjin mutters against Hoseok’s lips.

Hoseok opens his mouth to ask what Seokjin intends, but Seokjin crawls down Hoseok’s body and nestles himself between his legs, making his intentions clear.

With his arms caging in Hoseok’s hips, he dips low, licks over Hoseok’s balls and up the length of his shaft. Hoseok uses the last ounce of his strength to anchor himself on his elbows and watch as Seokjin—who stares into Hoseok’s eyes with a smirk—swallows his cock from head to base in one slow movement.

“Fuck yes, sir.” Hoseok groans.

Seokjin slurps and sucks, hollows his cheeks and swirls his tongue, all with his gaze trained on Hoseok, and Hoseok resists the urge to lay back, eager to watch Seokjin perform this one last mind-blowing act.

It takes Hoseok practically no time at all to reach his high, and he moans and gasps as his pleasure builds and builds. Seokjin’s talented mouth does things to Hoseok's cock that he has never experienced, and with so much enthusiasm, his sanity doesn’t stand a chance.

All at once, Hoseok feels as if he is plunging deep into new depths of pleasure. “Sir!” is all he can squeal before he falls against the bed and shoots his cum down Seokjin’s throat.

Seokjin swallows Hoseok into his throat, milking him of every last drop, and all Hoseok can do is tremble and whimper with his eyes on the ceiling. When Seokjin finally releases his cock, Hoseok lifts his head and arms and reaches for Seokjin in a lazy plea for affection.

A soft, deep chuckle rumbles in Seokjin’s throat, and he crawls back up Hoseok’s body with a smile. Hoseok wraps his arms around Seokjin’s neck and pulls him in for a kiss.

Both men hum in tandem as their lips slot lazily together. Seokjin flicks his tongue against the creases of Hoseok’s lips, and Hoseok opens his mouth slowly and laps at Seokjin’s tongue, tasting hints of his own cum.

“Let’s get you into a bath, fawn,” Seokjin suggests, still connected to Hoseok by the lips.

“Join me,” Hoseok whines.

Seokjin smiles against Hoseok’s mouth, gives him one last peck, and rolls onto his side. Hoseok slowly rolls toward him and gawks openly at how messy and sweaty he has become.

“I was going to make us a snack while you soak,” Seokjin admits with a soft blush rising to his cheeks.

Hoseok raises his eyebrows and cocks his head. “Is that so?”

“And I thought, maybe, if you…wanted to stay…”

The thought of falling asleep beside the man who made him feel such unimaginable pleasure feels too good to be true, and Hoseok nods as his smile blooms wide and affectionate.

“Do you ask all the cute submissives who you break in to stay the night?” Hoseok chides.

Seokjin stares at Hoseok incredulously and scoffs. “I made you cum three times, and this is how you talk to me? I should punish you.”

Hoseok quirks an eyebrow and says, “Careful, sir; I might enjoy it.”

With a chuckle and a shake of his head, Seokjin mutters, “Would you like to stay or not?”

“I would like to,” Hoseok responds, dropping the act.

Seokjin leans in, pecks Hoseok on the lips, and in a deep, low voice, says, “I don’t bring cute submissives home.”

“Oh?”

Seokjin shakes his head. “I haven’t been looking for one. But then you came along, and I couldn’t resist.”

Hoseok hums and nibbles on his lip, unsure if he wants to voice what is on his mind, before deciding he would rather not leave anything in the air. “And when you slipped and called me baby…”

More pretty dark blush rises from Seokjin’s chest to his cheeks, and even paints the tips of his ears. “Alright, let’s get you into a bath,” he grumbles, sitting up. "We need to rub some oil on your back, too, so it isn't too sore in the morning, and so that it heals nicely."

Hoseok laughs, full-bellied and amused, and falls to his back. “Sure, sir,” he says in a teasing tone, “let’s get me into a bath.”

Seokjin walks ahead to an ensuite just off to the left from the bed and runs a bath while Hoseok begins to get up. And when he returns, Hoseok is standing slowly from the edge of the bed, sore and thoroughly fucked. Seokjin scoops Hoseok into a bridal carry and whisks him away toward the sound of running water.

“It slipped, but I meant it,” Seokjin admits shyly about calling Hoseok baby. “But I won’t say it again...only if you’re okay with it.”

“I’m okay with it,” Hoseok responds without a second thought, feeling warmth and affection bloom in his chest.

Hoseok pecks Seokjin on the cheek and adds, “Baby.”

And as Seokjin’s cheeks and ears become a darker shade of scarlet, Hoseok swoons and rests his head against Seokjin’s shoulder, already feeling at home in his arms.

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