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mutigold · 3 years

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∞ for dessert — woosan.

summary: in which mommy and daddy come home to find their baby boy doing something naughty.

pairing: daddy!san x mommy!poc!reader x babyboy!wooyoung

genre: smutty smut

warning: daddy kink, mommy kink, hard dom!san, soft switch!reader, sub!wooyoung, food play, rimming, fingering, spanking, degrading, oral receiving [f. & m.], anal, sex toy, spit kink, choking, boyxboy, edging, face slapping, hair pulling, breast feeding kink, crying, aftercare.

word count: 1.8k

author’s note: heyy! i hope you enjoy this little segment! please support and give me some feedback cuz idk if i did this right for my first time 🥺 but i love you regardless 🤍

“honey! we’re home!”

you and san just got back from your first dinner without your babyboy, wooyoung. he had announced that he didn’t feel too well and decided not to go out; ushering you two to have fun without him.

so, you indeed that. san introduced you to a new korean restaurant where you could see the pretty, bright lights upon the city. you ate some tasty pork, siding it with white rice, and drank soju while chatting up with your first lover.

though, it felt weird without the baby of the trio.

before leaving the traditional establishment; you and san determined to be good partners, ordered wooyoung some vanilla ice-cream for dessert. “baby! we brought you something!” you yelled trying to get your second boyfriend’s attention.

“wooyoung?” san questioned.

you turned to san trying to figure out the situation, but he seemed confused as you. “let’s go check up on him. he still might not be feeling okay.”

when he agreed, you two proceeded to go up to your wooden stairs and near the main bedroom. though the closer you two got, the more vibrations became detected. the sounds of wooyoung’s pathetic and beautiful moans spread throughout the hallway.

“ugh, the nerve of this boy..” you croaked listening to the calls of both you and san’s names.

san looked you from the corner of his eye and replied, “you know we gotta punish him right?”

you sighed understanding he was right. the last time wooyoung pulled a stunt like this, you let him off like the soft dom you were. but this time, san was here to witness his doing; and you definitely didn’t want to defy him.

“let me go grab the ice-cream..”

opening the bedroom door, you spot wooyoung on the king-sized bed rubbing his cock and thrusting a small, pink buzzing toy in his hole. “o–oh fuck! mommy! oh, daddy! faster!”

you bit your bottom lip and felt your lace underwear become damp noticing that the sex toy was from your drawer. then, your eyes drew down to view wooyoung’s tight rectum clenching with every push. “yes! that feels so good! i–i think i’m gonna come!”

“oh honey, that wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do.”

wooyoung immediately stops hearing your stern tone. he jumps up from his initial position and hides the vibrator behind his back. “h–hi, mommy.” he mummers.

you sighed exploring different emotions due to his actions; “now babyboy. what were you just doing, and don’t lie to mommy.”

“i–i don’t know what you're talking about mommy.”

a sadistic smile creeps upon your face knowing san was literally gonna fuck his shit up. “babyboy, you don’t know what you just started,” you say as san walks into the door with the cold, creamy dessert.

wooyoung’s bunny-like orbs bounce to san’s shivering frame and waters with tears. “no! no! i’m sorry mommy! i won’t do it again! i promise!”

you walk toward your naked boyfriend and grasp his smooth chin shaking it. “no can do baby, i gave you a chance to explain yourself and now you have to suffer the consequences.” wooyoung’s lip quivers at your statement and looks at san again with fear.

straightening up your posture, you turn to the dominant male and vocalize, “do you wanna start or shall i?”

“i think you should. he’s not getting babied this time.”

sitting down on the bed; you pull wooyoung toward you, signaling for him to come across your lap. “how many should i give you babyboy? fifteen? maybe ten? i think ten is a good number–”

you sensed his cock twitch in excitement on your leg cutting your sentence off. “–and you better count or we’re starting over.”

slap

“one.”

slap

“two.”

slap

“t-three.”

san’s presence appeared behind you as wooyoung cutely whimpered the numbers. “look at that pretty ass turning red.”

slap

“what did i say babyboy, keep counting.”

“i–i’m sorry! four.”

slap

“eight, nine..”

your hand tingles with anticipation at the last spank. “come on, one more.”

“ah! ten!”

you flipped him over caressing his flushed bottom and kissing his wet cheeks. “aww, you did so good baby! but it isn’t over yet.” wooyoung’s blurry eyes look up to notice san licking his lips sadistically.

he roughly grabs his chin, bringing him towards his face. “listen to me, you little brat. y/n may be all nice and sweet to you, but this is the last time you act out. especially when we were so worried about your health; and you lied.”

“i-i’m sorry daddy!”

“yeah, you’ll be sorry alright.” he releases wooyoung and unbuttons his black, formal pants. “come suck on my cock.”

wooyoung quickly grips his monster cock, licking him from the base to his pre-cum covered tip. san’s nostrils flared up at wooyoung’s bratty actions, pulled the strands from his head, and slapped his face. “do. not. play. with me. either you suck my cock or you don’t get to come tonight.”

and with that, san begins to get sucked on. wooyoung deep-throats the cock; saliva dripping. “look at you taking down that big cock. you look so pretty babyboy.” you moan looking at your boyfriends play in front of you.

wanting in on that play, you rub on wooyoung’s ass as an idea pops into your head. “arch your back and spread your legs for me, honey,” you say picking up the melted ice-cream.

and he does just that still engulfing on san. you drop a pint of spit along with some of the dessert on your baby’s puckered star, rubbing your thighs for pleasure. then you lower yourself, licking inside of wooyoung’s ass.

“oh my god! mommy!” he suddenly shouts in pleasure. you began to french kiss his anus tasting the sweetness; trying to find that special spot inside of him. “keep sucking daddy’s cock baby.”

san groans deeply at your seductive voice and wooyoung’s moaning around his cock. “that’s it babyboy. should i let you come tonight? maybe we’ll make you apologize with come in your mouth first. then maybe your dumb self would get it after that.”

wooyoung rubs himself on the bed with every insult san makes and every thrust your tongue moves. “oh, i think he likes that daddy. don’t you baby?”

“mmm!”

switching it up, you stop rimming him, making sure to lick up all the cream, and stick three fingers up his ass making him whine. “shhh, baby. i’m just prepping you for daddy’s cock, okay? how about this; if you come up with a good apology for daddy and me, i’ll let you fuck me while he fucks you. how about it?”

he moans in agreement as san fills his mouth up with come. “good fucking boy making me come. come on, give us that apology.”

taking his cum-filled entrance off, he gibbers with, “i’m sorry! i swear i’ll never do it again! i swear this time, mommy, daddy! i’ll do whatever you want, please fuck me!”

you looked up at your other boyfriend once again trying to view his expression. if you were in charge at this moment, you would have accepted his apology; however, it was san that was in control and he was always unpredictable.

“what do you think san? was it a good enough apology?” you asked.

“mhmm... i think it was. turn over so i can stick my cock deep inside you while you eat mommy’s pussy out. then you can fuck her; i like that plan more, don’t you?”

“yes daddy, thank you so much!”

wooyoung turns over so you can sit on his face while san can fuck him. “let me taste your pussy, mommy.” listening to his command, you sit on his warm organ feeling him suck on your clit. “ohhh, baby..”

meanwhile, the dominant male pounds wooyoung’s ass hitting his prostate and making him gasp into your channel. “ah! yes, baby! suck my fucking clit! such a good boy for mommy..” with all your moaning, you didn’t even notice your eyes closing.

but when you opened them, they spot the small, pink sex toy at the corner of the bed. you grabbed it, turned it on, and placed it on the nerve tingling with pleasure. “yessss! stick your tongue me, baby! you’re about to make come! ah!”

creaming, your thighs shake from the sudden desire. you get off of wooyoung’s face, licking and kissing his wet face covered with your essence. “oh, you did mommy so good babyboy. are you ready for me to ride you?”

he whines in agreement as san pulls out of him; setting him up over by the headboard while being under him. “okay baby, i’m gonna ride your cock now.”

both you and san begin to push on him, giving him double the pleasure. “oh my god! i love you guys! i love you so fucking much!” he cries tears dripping down his sweaty face. you drop on him while the other boyfriend thrusts into him hitting his prostate again.

“please! please!”

the feeling of your clenched pussy around him and san’s large cock pushing into him began to make him go crazy. “i–i think i about to come! i’m about to come!”

you bring your small hand up to choke wooyoung’s slender tanned neck, demanding, “uh-uh, you don’t get to come before mommy and daddy honey. ah! come on baby, make us come.”

“oh, mommy! daddy! please come!”

grabbing more of the leftover melting ice-cream, you pour it along your chocolate breasts. “be quiet and suck mommy’s nipples, babyboy. it’ll keep your bratty ass close.” san huffed out still pounding wooyoung’s prostate.

so, that’s what he did. like a baby, the submissive male licked and sucked the sweet cream that was on your nipples. “ooo! you like mama’s milk, don’t you baby.” he moaned nevertheless fuzzing with overall pleasure.

“fuck, i’m about to come in your ass.”

hearing that, made you climb over the edge and come around wooyoung’s twitching cock. “oh! fuck! you’re making me come, baby!”

“shit me too, come with us babyboy. you have five seconds. one–”

not even a second later, wooyoung explodes inside of your cunt, painting your insides white. “ugh! thank you so much! i’ll never do it again!”

after coming down from all the sensory overload, you and san take the time to clean up and do some aftercare with wooyoung. “you did so good baby. i’m so proud of you. but why didn’t you tell us you were sexually frustrated?” you sweetly asked.

“i didn’t want to be a bother. i learned my lesson, i’m sorry.”

san kisses his cheek; replying with, “we don’t ever want you to feel like that. you’re also apart of this relationship, wooyoung. next time, just talk to us.”

“m’kay. i love you” he coos.

you giggled, also kissing his sweaty cheek. “we love you more, babyboy.”

“question, where’d that ice-cream come from?”

“oh! that was for the dessert.”

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rommahh · 3 years

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I Carry It In My Heart

Word count: 4.7k

I thank everyone who read part one, it meant so much to me to see the love it got. Heres part two, please comment, like reblog, whatever I just wanna hear your thoughts! I also plan on making smaller blurbs of this universe with fratrry. I have plans for a graduation, wedding, babies, and other random blurbs of their lives. Much love, R.

Part One

Y/N’s drive home was quiet. She drove the whole six hours just listening to her thoughts. Thinking about the future of a relationship she had so much hope for. She wanted this relationship so much and seeing Harry before leaving campus reassured her that maybe just maybe, Harry wanted what she wanted too.

Six hours went by and Y/N finally arrived home. She lived on a very secluded farm with her mom, dad, grandparents, uncles/aunts, and cousins. Everyone lived along the property making the family tight knit. She was scared to reveal to her family that she wasn't with Harry anymore. He grew to be a very important part of the family. Everyone saw how beautiful Harry and Y/N’s relationship was. They could see how close they were and how they just shared a really unique connection with each other.

Getting out of her car, Y/N took a moment to stretch her legs before she was bombarded by her family. Hands were pulling her into hugs, kisses were being planted on her cheek- she never felt more loved in her life. She didn't realize she was crying until her mom held her face between her hands wiping the free flowing tears from the young girl's face. The family left the mother and daughter alone to reconnect.

“What is wrong with my baby?” Her mother cradled her face as she sobs.

“Mommy, we broke up. Me and Harry broke up and- and i'm exhausted from exams, and i'm so hungry!” Y/N’s hysterics caused her mom to chuckle. She helped grab Y/N’s belongings from the trunk and then led the girl into the house. As Y/N wiped the tears from her face she hiccuped trying to catch her breath.

With her bags in her room, Y/N sat at the kitchen table as her mom placed a bowl of chilli in front of her. Her mom sat beside her rubbing her back encouraging her to eat and regain some energy.

“Tell me what happened hon?”

“We got in a really bad fight after he kissed another girl. He basically said that I was overreacting. I tried to tell him that my reaction was merely based on how I feel about our future relationship. He laughed at me and said he wasn't thinking about the future of our relationship. Tha-” She choked up again “-that this wasn't a future he wanted.” Y/N sniffled into her food as her mom guided food into her mouth.

“It's ok hon. Let me tell you something, you and Harry will be fine. It may seem like this is the end but it's not. You will get through this because you guys were made for each other. From the way that you guys know each other's thoughts to the way that you both can read each other with no problem- you two were meant to be. Me and your pa went through our own issues but look at us now. We are solid. Baby, you two will be solid.” Y/N’s mom smoothed the hair on her daughter's head smiling at the young girl.

Y/N thought about her mothers words. Hearing her mom say those things about her relationship made her feel a little better. Her mother kissed her on the forehead and told her to get to bed and get some rest.

Y/N walked into her room and immediately her eyes were drawn to the gift Harry got her. She didn't remember bringing it in her room but there it sat in all of its glory. The gold wrapping paper on the box contrasted with the dark wood of her dresser. The envelope adorned with Harry's name written in cursive.

She was tempted to open the gift but at the same time she couldn't bring herself to even touch the gift. She kept thinking about the moment she shared with Harry in the parking lot. How he made time to see her before she left. How he found time to get her a gift and bring it to her. She grabbed the gift, shoving it into the top drawer of the dresser.

As Y/N lied in her bed that night, wrapped in a blanket Harry bought her, she couldn't run her mind off. She wanted to be with Harry but she was scared of his lack of commitment. She doesn't understand his sudden lack of commitment. She mentioned marrying him in the future and he freaked out on her. It hurt to know that in a quick second, he could change his mind.

Closing her eyes she went to sleep thinking about her brown haired, green eyed boy whose heart she carries with her at all times.

Y/N felt better to be back home on the farm. This semester had mentally drained her to the point where she felt like she had nothing within herself to give. She sat in the barn behind the house watching the chickens run around as she remembered the first time Harry visited the farm.

“No Harry, you just grab them from underneath. Like cup your hands and grab!” Y/N hollered to her boyfriend as he chased chickens around trying to grab them. He couldnt get his hands on a chicken but hearing his girlfriend laughing made it all worth it. Here he was dressed in overalls while chasing chickens.

“Bubs, I cant get one.” He pouted walking back over to Y/N.

“You don't have the talent I have.” She walked over to a resting chicken and grabbed it with ease. Tucking the chicken under her arm, she scratched the top of the chicken's head and walked over to where Harry was standing in shock.

“You are something else!” She set the chicken down, watching it run away. Harry grabbed her arm, twirling her around to face him. She placed her arms atop his shoulders, fingers playing with the small curls of his head. His arms wrapped around her waist squeezing her close to him.

It was a beautiful morning on the farm. Fall break on full blast and instead of Harry going back home, he just decided to come see where his girlfriend lives. They were sophomores now, entering almost a year of dating. This had been one the best almost years of their lives.

Harry placed a gentle kiss on her plush lips. She smiled, kissing him back.

“I love you Harry.” She said, staring at his eyes. His eyes opened wide. He stepped back from her and then started jumping up and down out of happiness. He threw her over his shoulder and started running through the blades of grass like the chickens he was trying to catch earlier. Setting her down on her feet she giggled at his antics.

“I cant believe you just said that. Im so fucking in love with you. So in love.” He said squishing her cheeks together, puckering her lips and smacking a wet kiss on her mouth.

“Ew Harry gross.” she giggled as he continued to place wet slobbery kisses over her face.

Y/N was so happy to bring Harry home. She wanted to show her family this new boy that had completely captivated her heart. He fit in with her family perfectly, making jokes, helping with dinner, playing with the little ones. He was family.

Walking into the house, she was greeted with the familiar smell of her grandma's famous peach crumble. She went into the kitchen sitting at one the stools watching her grandmother whip around the kitchen baking a slew of desserts.

“Hey lovebug, you go out and see your chickies?” Her grandmother asked, never losing focus of what she was doing.

“I did, they are all growing up so quick.” Y/N laid her head down on the table staring out of the window. Head fuzzy with anxiety and muddled thoughts.

“What happened to Harry?” Y/N’s head popped off of the table as she looked at her grandmother in confusion.

“How did you know something was up?”

“You're my grandbaby, I know everything about you. You've also been moping around my house so I knew something had happened.” She took a bowl down from the cabinets scooping a hot piece of peach crumble in the bowl and placed it in front of Y/N.

“Yeah, me and Harry split up. We just had a bad fight that put us in a weird place. He cheated on me.” She scooped crumble into her mouth trying to distract herself from her sadness.

“Oh love bug. I'm really sorry about that. Did you guys talk at all?” Placing a pie in the oven, her grandmother took a seat next to Y/N stealing a bite of crumble.

“He actually said goodbye to me before I came home. He gave me a Christmas gift too. I don't know, we didn't really say much. I miss him though. He was drunk when he cheated on me, which isn't an excuse but I think he was taken advantage of. I'm not mad about him cheating on me. I was mad at how he reacted to me. Like I was in the wrong for thinking about our relationship in the long run.”

“I understand. Can I be honest with you?” Crumble gone now, Y/N turned her body to face her grandmother. She shook her head to say yes. “You and Harry will be ok. It feels like the end right now but it isn't. It really isn't. I watched you two all of that one break and I saw a resilient couple who were going to go so far. This bump in the road can be fixed. Baby that boy looks at you like you are the whole universe.” You blushed at her words.

“What do I do then?”

“Well, I think you guys should enjoy this break. Take the time to reflect on what your relationship was and what it could be. Harrys going to go home and be surrounded by family as you are now, just let yourself enjoy that time. When he comes back for school, meet up again and talk. You both are adults- you know what to do.” You took in your grandmother's words. She always knew what to say.

“Why is it that you and mom always give me advice over food?” You laughed as she winked at you kissing you on the cheek.

“Food always makes people listen.”

When Wednesday finally arrived, Harry couldn't have been happier to go home. He had been on campus all alone and just feeling like shit. Maybe it was karma for how he treated Y/N. His heart felt hollow and even though he saw her before she left campus, he knew they still weren't ok. He wanted nothing more than to just be ok with his girl. The girl who makes him feel happiest on his darkest days. He doesn't understand how he would have ruined something so perfect.

At his gate at the airport, Harry sat staring at his phone waiting for something. He didn't know what he was waiting for. He didn't deserve anything, especially because of how bad he messed up. He didn't plan on seeing Y/N last friday before she left but he didn't want to go home without seeing her face. He also spent all night writing her a letter that laid down his thoughts. He also wanted to give her a gift. He bought it at the beginning of the semester back home. He knew it was perfect for her the second he saw it.

“Welcome to British Airways, we are now boarding all priority passengers.”

Harry stood up collecting his carry on and started walking to the line forming in front of the gate. He checked his phone again. Nothing.

As the line moved forward. He checked again. Nothing.

He scanned his ticket. Checked again. Nothing.

Situating himself in his seat on the airplane, Harry didn't even bother checking his phone knowing nothing was there. He clicked his seatbelt over his lap and opened the window beside him to look outside.

His phone buzzing pulled him out of his thoughts. His breath hitched, heart lurching. Pulling his phone out of his pocket he turned the screen on.

To: Harry, from: Bubs<3

Have a safe flight Harry

Harry's eyes welled with tears.

To: Bubs<3, from: Harry

Thank you, love. It means a lot.

To: Harry, from: Bubs<3

I miss you Harry

A few of those tears tipped over the edge now rolling down his face.

To: Bubs<3, from: Harry

I miss you so much baby

And that was it. But that was all Harry needed to feel something again.

Y/N didn't know what compelled her to text Harry. She knows her grandmother told her to take some time but she just wanted to reach out to him. She wanted him to know that she was still here. She was still thinking of him and still wanted this. Whatever ‘this’ was.

Christmas eve came quickly, Y/N’s house filled with family members, food, and little children running around wreaking havoc. Y/N was sitting in her room staring at the drawer where the gift from Harry hid. She was scared to open it. Pushing that fear to the side, she walked over the drawer opening it and grabbing the box and envelope. She put the gift in her purse before grabbing her keys. She couldn't open the gift here. She needed to go somewhere quiet.

She said a quick goodbye to her parents and left the house in a hurry. She found herself parked at a small store's parking lot a few miles away from her house. She kept the car on for the heat but turned off the christmas tunes she had playing low in the background.

She opened her purse to pull the envelope out. Carefully ripping the top of the envelope she pulled out a stack of items. In the envelope were four photos and a handwritten letter. She saved the letter for last.

The first photo was of Harry and Y/N sitting on a bean bag in the library. Harry had the camera outstretched above their heads, Y/N with her face buried in a text book. This was taken in their first year during their first exam week. They were not exclusive yet but their friends knew how close they were- there was no one coming between the two of them. Y/N had been so stressed that week so Harry invited her to the library to eat lunch and study together. He helped her through some science homework which helped dramatically on her exam.

The second image was of Harry and Y/N at their favorite restaurant off campus. It was taken during their sophomore year during their one year anniversary. It was the week before spring break and they had just finished a round of midterms. Harry surprised her with a trip to her favorite restaurant. The waiter offered to take the picture because of how adorable the couple looked. In the picture they were holding hands, smiling wide to the camera. Y/N eyes welled up at how happy they looked together.

The third pic was taken during an event on campus at the end of their freshman year. It was a piece and love festival where different clubs hosted fun activities in hopes of promoting unity on campus. In the picture, Harry and Y/N were holding up braided string bracelets with beads that said their partners name. They always wore those bracelets after that day. Y/N looked down at the slightly faded bracelet on her wrist. Harrys name on her wrist reminding her that he is always with her no matter what. Cheesy as it may be but the cheap string with plastic was something she would never part with.

The last picture was taken on Y/N’s farm. It was by the barn where Harry and Y/N were chasing chickens. It was taken from a high angle from afar. Harry had her on his shoulder and they were both visibly laughing. They had matching overalls with embroidery done by Y/N's aunt. On the back of the picture, Y/N could recognize Harry's handwriting as it said, “Your Grandma emailed me this picture when we got back to campus. She said that she couldn't help but take the picture when she saw how happy you looked.” Y/N laughed at his sloppy handwriting and her grandmother's words.

The last piece of the envelope was the letter. Y/N slowly unraveled the folded paper, smoothing out the crinkles. Taking a deep breath she began reading.

Y/N,

In my eyes, our future is filled with love. I see us buying a small house in your home town because I know you love home. I know you also said you may want to live in a city so if our plans were to change, I could see us living in a small apartment, decorated by you of course, with bookshelves that towered to the ceiling and many plush blankets littering the rooms. I see us working hard during the day and enjoying each other during the evening when we come home. I see bubble baths and fun new dinner recipes. I see me bringing you flowers to brighten your day from a long day of work. I see us travelling to all of the places you have pinned on your “for the future” pinterest board. I see us having a small wedding, my family, your family, some friends and that's it. I'd let you do whatever you like for the wedding because I want to see you happy.

I see little ones. Direct copies of you and me running around in the backyard as we try chasing them and tickling them. I see bedtime stories and fun days at the park. Picnics in the meadow and swimming in the lake. Catching chickens and rough housing with the goats. Pasta sauce around the mouth after a good meal. Frozen yogurt with all of the toppings. I see everything with you. There's not a moment where I don't see us together. I think about our graduation and where we will be after graduation.

I see a future with you and I was an ass to say otherwise. You are everything to me. I should be doing more for our relationship like I used to. I want to take you out on more dates and shower you in gifts because you deserve it. I love you so much. Please don't give up on me and all of the memories we've created. I want it all with you.

School has been hurting me pretty bad and I took it out on you. I cheated on you because I was too drunk to think properly. I hurt the only person whose opinion I hold higher than anyone else's. We built a beautiful relationship of trust and boundaries and I ruined it for no reason. I want to do better. Please let me show you that I can do better.

I found this poem that reminded me of you. I know you like poems and this poem speaks for me wholly.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in

my heart) i am never without it (anywhere

i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear

no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want

no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Have a lovely break and I hope to be able to see you after.

Love Harry.

His letter left the girl speechless. He said everything she wanted to hear. Looking at her phone she checked the time.

7:36 pm

Its about 12 am in london.

Without a second thought she opened Harry's facetime profile and pressed the call button.

Ring. Ring. Ri-

“Love? Are you alright? Did something happen?” Harry was quick to answer, looking half awake and flustered. Y/N broke down in tears immediately. “Y/N are you ok, baby?”

“Harry.” She wailed. It was embarrassing but all of the pent emotion she was holding in finally breached. She couldn't stop crying. Harry sat up from his laying down position in bed holding the phone closer to his face to inspect his girl.

“It's ok bubs, whatever it is, it's ok. I promise it's ok.” Harry tries consoling the girl. Her tears reduced to small sniffles.

“I read your letter Harry. It's beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. I want it all with you too. I've always wanted it with you. Since the day we met Harry.” He let out a watery laugh so overwhelmed with emotions. She wiped her face of tears looking back at the letter next to her.

“Y/N I love you so much. I do. I know I'm not that good at expressing my emotions but I do want a future with you. I'm hurting knowing I hurt the best thing that's ever happened to me.” His tears continued to flow freely.

“It's ok Harry. I'm not mad anymore. I'm not hurt either I promise. I think I was more upset that we were done. I don't want us to be done. I really don't.”

“I don't want us to be done either. I really want to marry you. Maybe not right now but in time I wanna get married.” He paused, wiping his face. “I wanna get married on your farm, maybe put the chickies in little tuxedos.” She giggled at his proposition.

“They would hate you even more if you did that.” They shared a laugh and then some silence. “I guess it's technically Christmas over there huh? Well Merry Christmas H.”

“It is christmas isn't it? Merry Christmas bubs. Did you open the box?” She grabbed the box next to her to show Harry shaking her head. She unwrapped the paper and revealed a box with a logo she wasn't familiar with.

“What's this?” He encouraged her to keep opening the gift. Lifting the top of the box she let out a loud gasp upon seeing a beautiful gold bracelet sitting on a satin pillow. She placed her phone on the phone stand on her dashboard so she could have both hands to look at the bracelet. The bracelet was gold and thin with a nameplate in the middle. Engraved on the nameplate was Harry's name.

“You went silent on me...Do you like it?” Y/N couldn't stop looking at the bracelet in her hand.

“Harry...It's gorgeous. It's so gorgeous.” She whispered. She slid the perfectly fit bracelet on her hand watching it fall in front of her handmade bracelet. The two bracelets adorned her wrist perfectly. “I love you so much H.”

“I love you too, I do. I can't wait to see you in person and talk.” He replies with his heart clenching in a good way, watching his girl smile happily at her gift.

“Om bubby, I'll let you go to sleep. I love you, spend time with your family and then come back to me as the same Harry I fell in love with.” He smiled, whispering goodnight and hanging up.

Going home that night, Y/N’s family watched her come back into the house walking lighter on her feet and looking happier than she did when she came home from school. She showed her bracelet off to her parents as her grandmother made her a plate of food. She smiled at everyone and talked the whole night. Her grandmother watched from afar feeling her heart fill with joy at her granddaughter's happiness.

As Christmas break went on Harry and Y/N continued to keep their relationship moving slowly. Only calling each other once a day and giving each the much needed space to heal with their respective family. Y/N facetimed him on christmas giving him a youtuber esq. Haul of all of her gifts while he laughed at her silliness. He did the same thing with half the enthusiasm.

As move in day approached, Y/N felt herself becoming worried about her relationship. She worried that when she saw Harry, their relationship would slowly deteriorate. Little did she know that she had no reason to be so afraid. Harry was on his flight back to school ready to hug and hold his girl. He was ready to reunite and be the couple they used to be. He was ready to be a better partner for his girl.

“Alright girly, looks like we got everything squished in your car. Are you sure you've got everything?” Y/N’s mom asked sarcastically. Y/N huffed shoving another bag in the passenger seat.

“Yup that should be it.”

“Ok, well you give me a hug and get going.” Y/N rushed into her mom's arms. Her mom kissed her on the forehead and left Y/N and her grandmother to talk on their own.

“Bye grandma, i'm going to miss you.” Her grandmother held her arms tight.

“You get back to campus and see that boy ok? You go and be in love. You too are old enough to know what you want and this relationship is something you obviously both want.”

Kissing her grandma goodbye, she got in her car and started her drive back to school.

It only took Y/N one trip from her car to her dorm to unload all of her belongings. She was able to snag one of the big trolleys to push her things inside. She watched as friends reunited, she even said hi to a few of her friends but her mind was set on one person. She grabbed her wallet and phone from her dorm and left quickly on a journey to get to Harry’s frat.

The air was cool but Y/N felt warm from how quickly she was booking it to Harry. Harry, just like Y/N, immediately left his room to see Y/N. Having not seen her in a month and some of exam week- he couldn't wait to see her. Harry saw Y/N’s familiar face walking down the sidewalk of his frat and he stopped in his tracks. She smiled her bright, beautiful smile before running over to where he stood. Her arms hooked around his neck as his arms adjusted around her waist. He stumbled a bit from the force of her hug but stood his ground nonetheless.

She held him tight, legs bound around his waist, a few stray tears falling from her eyes. He held her just as tightly, hands tightly holding her thighs and back.

“Hi bubby.” She said in his ear, face burrowed in his neck. He set her down and reached for her face.

‘Hi baby.” She blushed at his nickname. They looked into each other's eyes and time froze like it always did between them. Y/N broke theri moment by pulling his face to hers. They kissed like they hadnt kissed in years. To them the time they spent away from each other felt like years. Their lips fit together like puzzle pieces. Pulling apart, Harry stared down at his heart, tears begging to be free. He opened his mouth to say something and she stopped him.

“It's ok Harry. My baby, it's ok. We are ok.”

i fear

no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want

no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

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capaimagines · 3 years

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bang chan - safe

Pairing: Mafia leader!Bang Chan x Reader | Genre: mafia, angst & fluff | Warnings: mentions of a break in, fighting, mafia themes | WC: 1.6k

Request: Bang Chan mafia leader where you and Chan are having a night in when he hears someone downstairs and goes to check it out and calling for backup when he hears you scream upstairs bc one of the attackers had you !! Your got7 mafia fic was amazing

Safety and security was the one thing Chan always promised you. He wanted to keep you safe at all costs. You had put all your trust in him that he would keep his word. Being a small town girl you really had no idea about the inner and outer workings of the mafia. For a while there, you truly believed that things like that were all fairy tales and stories parents would tell their kids to warn them off of the idea of gangs and such.

When you met Chan that had quickly faded. Even then he had kept you safe, you were just an innocent passer-by. You had moved to the big city to land a good job and make money for your family. You hadn’t expected to walk—quite literally—into the crossfire of Chan’s group and another group. One of the men from the other group had grabbed you, pressing the head of his gun into your temple.

You were trembling and Chan could sense that, within seconds he had stood up. He may be a mafia leader, but he never harmed someone who was innocent. Especially a girl as cute as you. He had shot the man in the centre of his head without hesitation. Of course he didn’t miss; he never did. You had fallen to your knees in horror, trembling and shaking with nerves and disbelief at what just unfolded in front of you.

Chan, being your knight in shining armor, took you back to their base and helped calm you down after reassuring you that he only wanted to help protect you and that he or his team weren’t going to hurt you. You two started talking more and more and outside of his work, he was just a normal boy also finding his way in the world. It didn’t take long before you two started dating and he had always kept his word. He was to always keep you safe. You never had to look over your shoulder or fear that you’d be snatched when you were on your own.

Tonight though you had asked Chan for a night in. All you wanted to do was eat junk food and watch movies while you cuddled with him. A typically normal boyfriend-girlfriend thing to do. He had happily agreed and you two were sat with a tub of ice cream between you as you intensely focused on the Disney movie playing on the screen. You were so focused you almost missed the sound of glass breaking. Almost.

Of course Chan had heard it. He always seemed to be on high alert 24/7. You couldn’t blame him though. His career path was more dangerous than most and he couldn’t afford to be caught off guard, but that’s exactly what was happening right now. He had sent everyone home for the night, wanting to just spend time with you.

“Stay here and have Hyunjin ready on speed dial,” Chan told you.

You nodded, quickly pulling out your phone as Chan seemed to whip a small handgun out of nowhere. That was something that took you some time to get used too. Weapons of any kind just randomly hidden around the large home. Chan slowly opened the bedroom door before looking back over his shoulder at you.

“Don’t leave this room or open the door for anyone. I’ll come back for you,” You gulped at his words before nodding, feeling the anxiety start to take over you.

Chan quietly closed the door and you quickly stood up to lock it. You hadn’t noticed with your shaking hands that you had pressed Hyunjin’s contact and were currently connected to him. You heard someone saying hello and scrambled for your phone.

“Hyunjin! Hi! Sorry, we heard glass breaking downstairs and Chan wanted me to—HEY!”

You whipped your head around as someone plucked your phone from your ear. You did not like being interrupted in the middle of a conversation. When you had a knife aimed at your throat though, you couldn’t complain too much. The man was significantly larger than you. You had never seen him before but with the crazed grin on his face, you were happy this was your first meeting, and last.

Being the girlfriend of a mafia leader didn’t leave you completely defenceless. You knew how to defend yourself if you ever had too, you had just hoped you would never have too. You eyed the man in front of you, the glint of the metal blade hitting off the light which caused you to gulp, trying to understand how the hell you were going to knock that out of his hand without getting cut.

“Sorry, pretty girl,” The stranger cooed and you swallowed down bile, “You’re going to have to come with me,” You stood up slowly, never taking your gaze off the blade.

You briefly met the man’s gaze and clicked your tongue, “I don’t think so. You’re not really my type,” You could visibly see the man startle at your response. He obviously thought you were going to be an easy target.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to die here with your pretty boyfriend.” He remarked that you could only scoff in response as you rolled your eyes.

“That’s not really an option either,” The man looked very confused at the small figure that was talking back to him. He wasn’t here to play games though. His orders were clear. Either he brought you back with him alive or killed you there. He made his move and you quickly ducked down, thankfully Minho had taught you a few little tricks with examining one's movements.

You moved, yet not quick enough that the blade grazed your shoulder. You hissed in pain and turned to narrow your eyes at the man in front of you. He looked shocked, yet again, that you were putting up a fight. He growled, coming towards you again and you didn’t get as lucky. His knife cut into your hand as you grabbed for the blade which resulted in a hiss from you due to the pain, jumping back and that’s when he wrapped his arm around your neck.

“CHAN!” You screamed as loud as you could. You were so pent up on adrenaline you hadn’t heard anything that was going on downstairs. Now, your ears were open and you could hear banging and grunting coming from down there. You had only hoped Hyunjin was smart enough to know he should bring the others.

Thankfully, you’re assumption that Hyunjin was smart because a few seconds after you screamed, the bedroom door was kicked open by none other than Changbin with Chan hot on his heels. You were struggling against the man’s hold in hopes to wiggle out.

“Let. Her. Go,” Chan looked deadly and Changbin’s glare was no better. You were close with all the boys, but Changbin was probably one you were closest to besides Chan.

“Sorry, pretty boy, I have orders so she’s coming with me,” You felt something press against your neck and you groaned, finally letting your hands fall.

“I can’t believe this is happening again!” Everyone around you seemed pretty shocked at your words. Here you were, on the brink of being kidnapped or dead and you were making comments like that?

You heard the click of Chan’s gun being cocked and closed your eyes. You had seen the very quick flash of silver hair outside the window, signalling that it was Felix. You weren’t the one dying today at least. It was going to be the barbarian that still had his hands on you.

“Last chance,” Chan stated firmly, “Let. Her. Go,” Chan’s voice was dripping with venom and his grip on the handle of the gun was iron tight.

The man only laughed and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You inhaled a large breath and drew your elbow, swinging back as hard as you could. It was enough to surprise him and loosen his grip, which helped you to promptly slip away and scurry towards Chan. He saw the blood on your shoulder and the cut on your hand. His eyes darkened as he turned back to the intruder.

However, before he could pull the trigger, Felix graciously crashed through the window and tackled him. His hands were bound behind his back before he could even understand what had happened. You only smirked at the man as Chan ordered for him to be brought back to their base.

“I told you I wasn’t dying today, pretty boy,” You spat the words out and it seemed to anger the man but there wasn’t much he could do as he laid on the floor and hogtied.

Chan sighed as Changbin and Felix carried him out. He turned to you with a worried smile, immediately inspecting your hand, “I’ll come with you and let Minho patch it up. But I’m fine, Chan. Really. See?” You held his hand to your heart so he could feel it beating, “I’m right here, I’m breathing and I’m alive. Now let’s go! We just got this carpet and now my hand is dripping blood all over it.”

Chan could only chuckle as he gently guided you out the bedroom door and down to the car. Once he made sure you were safely settled in, he backed out and started driving.

“Are you really okay?” He asked after a few minutes of silence. You smiled and nodded at him then puckered your lips together before looking back out the window.

“Felix is going to owe us a new window by the way. That wasn’t cheap.”

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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years

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The one where Y/n can't choose

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One Too

A/N: Just another hot lil blurb for you guys from some of the concepts I got this week. Enjoy 🙃

At this point, indecisive was your middle name. You always struggled with choosing what you wanted. When it was your turn to choose where or what you and Harry were having for dinner, it took at least an hour for you to come up with a definite answer.

When it came to Harry’s cock, you were the farthest from being indecisive. That is, when it came to wanting and needing him inside you. It was the where inside of you that was a struggle. It was always hard for you to choose between having him in your mouth, cunt, or your other, much tighter hole. To make matters worse, just about every situation you and Harry landed in, even the most innocent ones, turned over to the more sexual side. This meant that while you’re buzzing with need for Harry (and his cock), you had to make a decision right then and there on where you wanted him.

Most of the time, you’d choose for him filling your cunt up. You absolutely loved having your pussy filled with his cock, and you were completely hooked on the feeling of his cock nudging at the deepest part of you. But sometimes, you wanted him to fill up all three of your holes and make the already amazing and very deep feeling that came along with his cock being sheathed inside you that much better.

And right now was one of those times.

You and Harry were supposed to be getting ready for bed and spending some time together after a long day. But knowing you and Harry, it wasn’t possible for the two of you to do just that and that alone. You two always managed to find a way to get tangled up in each other, completely out of breath, sweaty, and in a complete daze from the mind-blowing releases you both just had.

While sharing a countless amount of kisses and giggles, you and Harry were rolling around on the bed battling for dominance in an attempt to pin each other down onto the bed. Typical couple stuff. And to be honest, it was a pretty cute moment. The two of you were simply enjoying each other as you two rolled around in bed, kissing, tickling and laughing with each other as you two tried to overpower the each other. The two of you continued like this until you managed to successfully overpower Harry (even though you later felt as though he let you win) and force him back onto the mattress with you straddling his waist.

“I like it when you’re on top.” Harry smirks up at you.

“Why? So that you can watch me fall apart, allowing you to take control? Because that’s what always happens.” You reply smartly, mirroring his smirk back down at him.

“Possibly.” Harry agrees, bringing his hands up to wrap around your thighs. “And because I like seeing my pretty little girlfriend take my cock so well.” As he continues, his hands slowly make their way up your thighs. When they reach the hem of the shirt you were wearing, he keeps going up until he reaches lower bands of your panties. When you feel his hands there, you’re quick to let out a gasp. You couldn’t deny the fact that you were getting seriously turned on at his words, and the very smug smirk that was painted across his face. “Tell me what you want baby.” Harry hums, pushing his fingers up underneath the elastic of your panties. For Harry, it took no time to figure out whether or not you were in need of attention.

“What makes you think that I want something?” You huff defiantly, trying to push the thoughts of Harry filling all three of your holes out of your head. You wanted to feel him in the pit of your stomach, but you also wanted to feel him everywhere else; even if it wasn’t necessarily his cock.

“Okay then.” Harry shrugs, pulling his fingers from your panties and bringing them to your waist before pulling you from on top of him and back onto the bed. He then gets up from the bed and makes his way to the bathroom, leaving you all alone in the bed with your filth ridden and very turned on thoughts. Just as he makes it to the threshold between the bedroom and the bathroom, you cave in.

“Fine!” You grumble, prompting Harry to stop in his tracks and turn back around to face you. Even though your eyes spoke volumes, Harry just wanted you to say what you wanted.

“Tell me what you want baby.” Harry repeats once more, making his way back to the bed where you were lying.

“Want you t’fill me up.” You simply reply, keeping your eyes on him as he gets closer to you. Instead of immediately replying to you, he waits until he reaches the foot of the bed. Once he’s standing in front of you, he reaches down to grasp onto your legs, pulling you down towards him.

“Want me stuff this pretty little pussy with my cock?” Harry coos, bringing a hand up from one of your legs and to the area between them. He extends one of hid fingers to your panties, and begins fingering your entrance through the fabric.

“And the other ones.” You sigh, dropping your head back down to take in the feeling of his finger moving against you. When he hears these words come out of your mouth, Harry’s cock begins to stir in his pants. You’d only asked him to do this once before and it was probably one of the most amazing things he’d ever seen.

“Want all three of these holes filled?” Harry asks lowly, locking his eyes on your spread legs and bringing his finger a bit lower towards your other hole.

“Mhm, so bad.” You hum blissfully. He then, without warning, moves his hands up to your hips were your panties were securely hugging your body and swiftly pulls them down your legs. Once they’re off and out of his way, Harry kneels on the floor at the end of the bed, pulls you down a little off the edge, and wastes no time bringing his mouth to you. You feel his tongue amazingly and languidly lapping up and down your folds. As he continues, you feel one of his fingers push past your entrance and right into you.”oh my-“ You gasp at the suddenness. Even though it felt good, and Harry knew it, it didn’t last long. Once his finger is nice and wet, Harry pulls it from you and drags it down to your second hole. When you feel his fingertip circling around the tight ring of muscles. During all of this, he still manages to keep his mouth on you. And just as he pushes his finger in, he sucks harshly on your clit, intensifying the already intense feeling of him pushing into your tightened hole. If simply having one of his fingers inside felt amazing, you were very confident that you’d feel ten times better once you have something much bigger inside. When he feels begin to squirm against his mouth and hand, he pulls out of you and detaches his mouth from your folds. “Why’d you stop?!” You whine as he stands back up from between your legs.

“Because m’gonna give you something much better.” Harry explains simply with a smirk plastered across his face as he walks backwards towards the closet.

“Well hurry up. I’m open and ready for you!” You rush.

“Well take that shirt of yours off, and get in the middle of the bed so you can really be open and ready.” He instructs before entering the closet.

While you’re following his direction and waiting for him to return.

When Harry reaches the closet, he makes a b-line to the back to which he reaches up to the top shelf that housed the box of toys you two frequented. When he pulls the pretty weighty box down from the shelf, he quickly plucks off the lid and goes straight to the sizable silicone dildo resting on top of the other toys you two owned. At first, Harry bought this so that you could practice taking all of his size. It was pretty close to his cock in terms of length and and girth and it did the trick in terms of not only getting your cunt adjusted, but also your other and much tighter hole adjusted to his cock. As he continues to stand there with the box full of toys, staring at the main one, Harry’s free hand unwittingly migrates down to his boxers where he grasps his clothed bulge in the palm of his hand. His mind flashed back to a time when you were on top of him riding him. Your mouth stuffed with his fingers, your cute little puckered ring of muscles with his cock, and your pretty little pussy was stuffed with this this toy that was pretty accurate in comparison to his cock. He was standing there for so long that he didn’t even realize until he was broken out of his thoughts from you shouting to him from the bedroom.

“Are we gonna do this or what? If not, there’s a perfectly fine shower head and I have my fingers.” You threaten from the bedroom. You may or may not have played with yourself a little while you waited for Harry to come back.

Harry quickly removes his hand from his cock and picks the toy from the box. He slides it back up onto the shelf and puts the lid back before leaving back out into the bedroom.

“Can’t believe how impatient you are.” Harry chuckles as he shakes his head at you.

“Well maybe I’m just in desperate need of your magical cock. Both of them.” You sigh dreamily, nodding your head towards the dildo in his hands.

“Well your wait stops now.” Harry hums, climbing up onto the bed and between your legs. “Now open up.” Harry instructs, leaning down to give your cheek a couple taps. Once your lips are parted, Harry lifts the toy and slowly pushes it into your mouth. “That’s it babygirl.” He praises as you take the the entire dildo into your mouth and down your throat. Just as the base of the toy touches your lips, you gag a little bit, causing a chuckle to fall from Harry’s mouth. “That’s right, get it nice and wet f’me.” He hums. He then lightly nudges it against the back of your throat before pulling it out. “Good job.” Harry smugly smirks, admiring the now sopping wet dildo. “Now turn over, gotta start fillin’ you up.”

Once you’re on your front, Harry separates the flesh of your ass and lines the toy up with your entrance. After a few reassurances from Harry to relax, you begin to feel a little pressure and ultimately the toy entering you.

“Oh my god.” You groan delightedly at the feeling. After getting used to the stretch, you were immediately addicted to being filled up this way. Once the dildo is fully inserted and you can feel it all the way inside, Harry pulls you back to your initial position.

“Feel good?” Harry asks while tugging at his cock a little.

“Really good.” You hum happily, looking down to watch his hand move around his cock.

“I think it’s time we spring for the vibrating one, give us both a little challenge. Harry proposes, coming in closer to you and lining himself up with your main entrance.

“To give us both a challenge? I’m the one who’ll have to endure vibrations in my ass.” You continue amusedly.

“Well I’m the one who’ll have to feel the vibrations in your ass against my cock while I fuck you.” Harry rations as he pushed into you.

“Oh my god; that’s two out of three.” You you pant, feeling his cock completely fill your lower half.

“Well it’ll be three for three if you stop running your mouth.” Harry says smartly. Instead of replying to him again, you simply open your mouth for his fingers. When you do this, an even wider smirk rises to Harry’s face and he raises a hand to push your fingers into your mouth. “Three for three.” Harry whispers, sending you a quick wink in the process.

Instead of wasting anymore time, Harry dives right in with pounding into you. He continuously slams his cock into your cunt, making sure to push his hips right into yours with every thrust. By pressing right against you like this every time, he’s pushing the dildo back into you. Even though you were benefiting the most from having all three of your holes filled at once, Harry wasn’t necessarily getting the shorter end of the stick. For starters, he got to fuck into you while your ass was filled to the brim with a dildo. This meant that as he slammed into you, he got the feel the toy against his cock through your walls. Then on top of that, Harry got to listen to your muffled cries and moans as you drooled and gagged on his fingers. If he could take a picture of this moment and the moments to come, he wouldn’t pass up on it.

“That’s it sweet girl. Look so pretty with two cocks inside you and all your cute little holes filled.” Harry admires through his moans, continuing to piston his hips into yours. “Wanna cum baby?” He pants, feeling his release begin to rapidly bubble up inside him. All you could do in response was look up at him through your watery eyes and tightly nod your head yes. “Where d’you want my cum sweetheart?” Harry pants, continuing to push his cock into you. “Want it in that pretty little mouth?” He begins, stopping his continuous thrusts and switching over to sharper and deeper thrusts. “Want it in that cute little ass of yours?” He continues, synchronizing his question with another hard thrust. “Or do you want in that pretty little tummy?” Before he can even finish you’re already whimpering and nodding your head yes. “Now cum with me sweet girl.” Harry hums, pushing his fingers a little bit deeper and sending one final thrust that pushes you both right over the edge. The both of you completely unravel around each other and let go of your much needed and welcomed releases.

Once you both are completely done riding the waves of your massive releases, Harry removes his fingers from your mouth, and his cock from your quivering pussy, leaving the toy in your other hole before falling back onto the bed next to you.

“That was amazing.” Harry pants, completely dumbfounded.

“Can we start looking for the vibrating one?” You whisper to him. “Let’s make it even better.”

Maybe being indecisive wasn’t so bad after all.

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couchpotatoaniki · 3 years

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The Queen’s Consort

You love him dearly, but a servant cannot marry their Queen. Luckily, you’re not one to give up so easily, despite what others might think.

Pairing: Servant!Namjoon x Queen!Reader Genre: Royal AU, ‘Secret’ lovers AU, fluff, slight angst Warnings: smoking, swearing, mentions of misogyny Loosely based off: I’m a bit of a history nerd, so this is a weird fantasy mash-up of the reigns of the English Tudor Queens, Mary I and Elizabeth I Word count: 4.5k+

Pungent smells of rose perfume and sweet vanilla filled the room, a cloud of cigar smoke mixing in occasionally as it lay in the atmosphere.

You exhaled after another puff, feeling the tension in your muscles ease with every deep breath. Namjoon drank the sight of you, eyes closed, head tilted back, light grey smoke escaping past your puckered lips.

No matter how many times he sees this, he thinks, he won’t ever get used to it. Normally seeing you in tight corsets, confining gowns, adorned in pretty, expensive things.

But this picture of you is the prettiest.

No fancy makeup, no fancy jewellery, no fancy dresses.

Just you, in a plain nightgown as you smoked a cigar that lay loosely between your fingers, the firelight flickering across your glowing skin (blemished from the years of stress and fighting, but gorgeous nonetheless), and occasionally taking sips from whatever alcohol was in your chalice.

Today was whiskey.

As inappropriate as it is, you never minded him seeing you this unguarded. It was your time to unwind, and Namjoon helped you do just that.

In this room of paintings, you two sat on velvety golden chairs in front of the roaring fireplace and let go of the day’s troubles.

The real world was just on the other side of the door, a twist of the brass doorknob and you two would revert back to a Queen and her servant.

But in here...

In here, in this sanctuary, you were you and Namjoon was Namjoon.

Staff and all those who worked within the palace grounds knew exactly what the two of you were. How much you two meant to each other.

Whispers went about but neither of you paid much heed, even if it caused more than its fair share of trouble at times.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Namjoon asked, noticing how your relaxed brow returned to it’s familiar scrunched-up look.

Chuckling, you kept your eyes closed as you exhaled once more. “You know very well I don’t need money.”

“Okay then,” he huffed, “a kiss for your thoughts?”

One eye opened at his proposition, brow above it quirking as you smirked. “Holding those lips hostage, now?”

A large hand enveloped one of yours, giving it a tight squeeze as he sported a lopsided grin of his own. “Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

You loved seeing him smile, trying to etch the curve of his lips, the dip of his cupid’s bow, the two tiny valleys of dimples.

Using the thumb if your other hand, which had placed the dying cigar on a nearby glass ashtray, you caressed the knuckles of Namjoon’s hand. “Nothing, my love. Just the same as last week.”

The muscular man leaned in closer, whispering faintly in your ear, “and remind me of what that would be...”

His breath smelled of the exotic fruits he just finished eating and all you wanted to do was see how many you could taste on his tongue.

“How much I love my country,” you teased with a sly look, something you loved to do, and you knew that he did too. Probably why his lips lingered over yours, barely brushing together, and before you could kiss him properly, Namjoon abruptly pulled away.

Sat back in his seat, the taller man chuckled at your rouge cheeks and furrowed brow. “I promised you a kiss, only if you told me what you were really thinking.”

As much as you cared him, what had been lingering in your mind was not something he should know yet. Not how stressed you were, not how your advisors had pressed for you to marry someone soon and sire an heir, now that you were of age.

While one faction--led by Seokjin and Jimin, the Secretary of State and Lord Treasurer respectively--had pushed for you to marry the sole Astopian Prince, Jungkook, another faction of advisors (led by Hoseok, the Captain of the Royal Guard, and Taehyung, the Lord Chamberlain) wanted you to marry a noble from the country you govern.

These were you’re most trusted and efficient advisors, but the headaches they have been giving you make you dread to think of how much worse it would be with others in their position instead of them.

Sure, you’ve met the Prince who hails from the Jeon dynasty that has ruled the Astopian Peninsula for many centuries. Conquering copious amounts of land despite not being coronated yet. An over-talented man with an ego too big for you to handle.

Safe to say you weren’t a fan of the idea of being tied to the childish person.

And then the nobility...

All those beasts wanted were two things: the jewelled crown on your head and the golden throne you occupy.

It was one of the reasons why the advisors were so pushy lately--people wanted your strength and your nation, and with no direct legitimate heir, your position became more unstable.

It was shown when you had to squash rebellions to overthrow you with a distant cousin or half-sibling you had no idea existed until you heard of their claim to the throne.

Either Father sure was promiscuous or they did well to cover their lies.

But there was only one man right for you, and he was happily tasting the strawberries you had requested just for him. Servants couldn’t get the quantity or quality of food of your palette. Filled your heart to see him try all the things your taste buds had now grown used to.

“May I lay with you? Just for a little while?”

He didn’t ask why. He didn’t need to.

Not because you were his Queen, but because he understood you. Knew you had more weight on your shoulders than any other in the country.

So Namjoon did what he he could to ease the burden, letting you lay your head on his chest once you both moved to your bed. Calloused fingertips, rough from a hard day’s work, brushed between silky strands of hair that cascaded down.

“Namjoon…” You could feel his hum vibrating through his chest as he continued to run his finger through your locks, gently untangling them. “Would you marry me?”

If he was shocked from your sudden question, he did not show it.

In fact, he wasn’t surprised at all. Despite how well you were trying to keep it from him--he would have to commemorate you for your efforts--he was still a part of the servants workforce. And servants talk.

“If we could... then yes.” His lips pressed against your scalp for a sweet kiss, mumbling, “would marry you in a heartbeat.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? I love you.”

“Sometimes love isn’t enough for a marriage to work.”

Namjoon knew what you meant. A classic example of this case would be your parents, the previous King and the late Queen. Your mother slandered for being unable to bare any healthy children save for you, the rest of them unable to live past five years of age.

Their marriage was one of love, you had heard, but after her complicated fertility issues and the pressure of a nation on their heads, things turned sour.

You saw how two loving parents become bitter and died cursing each other with their last breaths.

“You’re right... but we’ve been able to work together well before we fell in love. We’re familiar with each other, how the other works. Their needs and wants. I won’t let us end up as a heap of melted wax, our passion and care for each other burnt out. And I know for a fact you won’t either.”

You heard him through the rumbles in his chest, finding the warmth of both his body and his words comforting to you.

“Be mine and mine only,” you muttered as your lids grew heavy, shutting from exhaustion.

Noticing this immediately, Namjoon chuckled to himself.

“As if I was made for anyone else.”

“--and make sure to increase the taxes on the fishermen in certain areas of the coast as well as lessen them in others. I hear the marine life is becoming scarce these days along the eastern seaboard and to replenish it, we should encourage the fishermen to avoid those areas of concern.”

“Yes, your majesty. That sounds like an excellent solution,” Seokjin said, though not at all surprised you came up with it (even if it sounds simple when you say it out loud). To him--as well as the rest of your court--you did more than an exceptional job at governing your state.

You were the best monarch they had seen in a very long time.

Only, there was one issue, and you were well aware of it.

Breathing slowly, you looked at your council, dreading the words you were going to say next, because the touchy topic was going to be brought up sooner or later.

“Is there anything else on our agenda today?”

The Lord Chamberlain cleared his throat. “Other than the daily workload, there is only one matter left for discussion, your majesty.”

“And what would that be, Taehyung?” you sighed, slight hint of sarcasm laced in the tired tone you spoke in.

“Your marriage.” Seeing you roll you eyes only fired him up more. “You really need to decide! Do you want to completely secure your throne?”

“What about marriage is so important that my throne is insecure without it?” you burst out, not being able to hold in your frustration. “There have been Kings in the past who have lived their entire reign in peace without tying the knot with another, so why me?!”

“Because your a Queen, not a King!” Jimin yelled back, his old habits of arguing with you while you two were younger beginning to kick in. “We all know you’re more than capable of of ruling by yourself, but others still have their old-fashioned way of thinking! They believe that without a legitimate heir from you, your throne is theirs for the taking!”

Hoseok rested his hand on the red-faced man’s shoulder, pushing him back down in his seat from which he left as he argued with you. “What we’re trying to say, your majesty, is that the world’s attitudes are years behind ours. They’ll keep coming for your head if you don’t produce a legitimate heir, and the only way you can do that is if you marry.”

Grunting with frustration, you stormed out of the room, rushing to your bedchambers.

Felt lightheaded. From the advisors, from the world, for the corset restricting your breathing. Too many thoughts rushing through your head, you didn’t see Namjoon following behind you with concern hidden beneath a blank expression.

It was only until you stopped to open the door to your bedchambers did you realise he was right behind you. “Leave me to rest,” you spoke firmly, remembering to maintain the roles of servant and Queen even if you two were at the boundary of sanctuary.

Wanting to say more but being unable to have the freedom to say it while you both were in the doorway, Namjoon simply sighed and stood outside as you closed the door on his face.

Threw yourself on the bed, hoping for some miracle that will allow you to knock out there and then.

First, you needed to breathe. You needed air into your lungs to stop the dizziness.

“In... Out...” You hear someone speaking from your mind, louder, yet more soothing than the rest. Namjoon’s deep voice lulling you from a past memory.

“In... Out...” You followed as instructed, listening to his advise to settle your pounding heart.

“In... Out,” you repeated alongside his voice in your head, finding your beating organ relax bit by bit until it returned to normal.

Squeaking of the hinges had not brought you out of the trance you were in, but the dip in your bed under a person’s weight did.

“Don’t mind me,” Yoongi said as he lay beside you, his arms crossed behind his head, “your servant let me in.”

“Of course he did,” you smiled. Namjoon knew that if he was not allowed to comfort you, then someone else would have to in his stead--and there was no one better than the Foreign Secretary.

Yoongi--like some of your councillors--had grown up with you. He knew you like the back of his pale hand, and he was the only advisor you completely trusted.

Others had lost that level in pursuit of their own ambitions; he was the only one who fought against you appointing him for his role, wanting to stay in the shadows--something he had grown accustomed to.

Only when you explained that his real job would be your Spymaster did he agree. It was the shadows he was used to, and you weren’t going to fully rip him away from his comfort zone.

After a few minute of laying side by side in silence, you began to spill your thoughts.

“No one has any idea how painful this position is. Nor how bothersome getting the throne was in the first place. Now they want me to marry and relinquish my power after everything I had sacrificed to get and maintain it. Want nobles and Princes that would just overrule me and ruin this nation I brought back from the ashes like a phoenix.”

Attempting to gulp down the lump rising in your throat, you just couldn’t stop.

“After the shitshow my parents and my forefathers had turned this place into, I returned it to it’s rightful glory. It became a mythical beast because of my efforts, and now they demand I marry a man who would mistreat me and my people, as if we were mere deer or rabbits rather than powerful, fiery birds of the sun.”

Silent tears rolled down the sides of your face, the muffled drops on the sheet being the only sound indicating to your advisor that you were indeed crying since his eyes were closed.

“What do I do, Yoongi?” you begged in a small voice, not to an official of your court but your childhood friend. “How can I marry someone who cares more for power than they do for me? More than my people? How could I marry when the whole of my heart belongs to another?”

“Well, that’s easy,” he replied--already knowing exactly who you were talking about--not even opening his eyes as you turned you head to see him, awaiting his explanation. “Just marry the person your heart belongs to.”

Glaring at him, you spat, “if it was that easy, don’t you think I would have done it already?”

“Don’t lash out at me like you did to Taehyung and Jimin. I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“You’re my advisor and you fail to give me advise--”

“I just did--”

“Advise that I can use.”

Opening one eye, he looked at your annoyed face. “I told you before that I didn’t want to be an advisor.”

“Well I couldn’t just let you stay in the gardens your entire life. You need people skills, and to do that, you need to socialise with things that can actually speaks,” you threw your arms up, gesturing to nothing in particular just to emphasis your point, tears dried. “Besides, I prefer your company and council over the rest.”

Yoongi was not one for taking compliments--it was an unusual and unfamiliar task for him, especially if it didn’t come from you--so he stayed silent from the next few minutes.

“Who said it? That you can’t marry the person you love?”

You snorted at his stupid comment. “Everyone, Yoongi. Everyone.”

“Really?” He clicked his tongue. “That’s strange. I’ve never heard anyone say those words to you directly, and I’m the Spymaster.” He saw how you gnawed on your lip, eroding away the ruby lipstick until you finally got what he said.

Rapidly propping your body on your elbow, you snapped your face to look at him. “Are you suggesting I just marry who I want anyway?”

“Well, yeah, that is what I said at the start.”

Sent him a pointed look. “You know there’s gonna be a lot of opposition.”

“So? You’ll face opposition if you choose one faction over the other. You already face it daily anyway, so I don’t see the point in fretting over it. At least this way, you can live your life with the person you love the most.”

For the first time during the entire conversation, Yoongi’s face softened as he sat up with you, taking your hands in his as a comforting gesture. They weren’t Namjoon’s hands--certainly weren’t as big or warm--but they did the trick.

“Listen, the only reason they’re pushing for a marriage with a nobleman or a foreign prince is because they want to milk this opportunity for all it can be. An advantageous marriage, that’s all they’re looking for.”

“But their main issue can simply be resolved with an heir.”

“Exactly. You can have a legitimate heir with the person you love, regardless of his status. All you have to do is marry him.”

Bursts of happiness bloomed in you, showing your smile and rosy cheeks, in your thumping heart and rushing blood. Unable to contain it, you pounced on your old friend. “God bless you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Don’t thank me,” he chuckled, with his own ruddy cheeks, “Besides, I never approved of those half-baked fools they offered to you. Especially Prince Jungkook.”

Releasing him from your tight hold, you looked at him fondly. “Would’ve been a pain in my ass if I really had married him.”

“Mine too,” he shuddered at the thought, “Rather have someone I know marry you than an arrogant stranger that I have to learn how to speak respectfully to.”

“You should be used to it!” You lightly hit his arm. “You’re the Foreign Secretary! It’s your job to talk to arrogant strangers.”

“And I dread every meeting,” he grimaced.

“...so it would be wise to change the systems in the areas that are being raided. For those most at risk, use all you can to protect our citizens. Place more guards and use stronger, more-resistant building materials for reconstruction, and also see if you can build an underground shelter for the people to take refuge in, stocked with supplies.”

“Wonderful, your majesty,” Seokjin said, scribbling down what you said in his little notebook. “We’ll begin that immediately.”

“Good,” you said, leaning back in your chair, which was significantly bigger and fancier than the others. “Is there,” you sighed, still not ready for the conversation to come. “Is there anything else on today’s agenda?”

“You know very well what we’re going to say, your majesty.” Your eyes landed on Jimin, who was much more calmer than last week.

“Yes, I know.” Briefly, your eyes shot to Yoongi, who was sat opposite to you on the large, round, spruce table. Puff of air pushed out of your lungs as you cracked your knuckles as a way to release the tension in your fingers. “How about this? State your cases; who you nominate to be my husband...”

Taehyung was smart, so he caught your hesitation. “But..?”

“But I have conditions of my own. Two, to be exact. Nothing exactly difficult.”

Hoseok scratched his head, feeling somewhat happy you’re not avoiding this topic as usual but also slightly suspicious.

“You main argument for me to get married is so I can have a legitimate heir, right?” Mumbles of agreement erupted around the room. “Good. So my first condition would be that whoever I marry won’t be King, they will be my consort.”

“But that’s unorthodox,” Seokjin piped in, more as if it was a passing thought than a counter-point.

“So would you rather me marry and then be overruled?” Your brow quirked, challenging them. Standing, you looked around, leaning your weight on the hands on the table.

“All of us here know that I am more than capable of ruling--you even said it yourself, Jimin. I know I can handle the weight of the country on my shoulders. Have been since I was 15, and I won’t allow some officious idiot ruin what I’ve build from the ground up.”

None of the advisors said another word on the matter since they knew you were right. Their Queen knew the country inside-out and having another person who had less experience or was not so familiar with the customs of the nation become more powerful was certainly a recipe for disaster.

“Very well,” Seokjin muttered. “Your second condition, your majesty?”

“This one may be a bit more challenging for you to follow, but it is just as important as the last.”

“And that is...?” Hoseok pried.

“After I choose, there will be no arguing. The monarch’s word is final and you should treat it as such. Once the decision is made, all of you--regardless of personal opinions--will have to greet the Consort with respect since they will become a part of the Royal Family.”

Carefully crafted words made the others oblivious to your plan. All but Yoongi.

“I think it’s safe to say that we all agree to your quite reasonable conditions, don’t we?” Taehyung looked around the room to see if anyone would object to his statement and, luckily, no one did.

Sitting back down on your seat with a silent groan, you waved your hand to signal the start of the debate. “Finish this matter by noon.”

With no further need for delay, the talks began. Seokjin, Jimin, and a few others opted for Prince Jungkook on the basis that he held power and knowledge, while trade and relations between the two countries would be much better.

An argument that you could handle without being married to him by simply being his friend and whatnot--but you of course kept this to yourself.

Various others began to offer you more local choices of husbands; lords, earls, dukes and the like. Hoseok and Taehyung both wished for the Duke of Lysia as he held a lot of support from the people, understanding of the country and culture and had retainers for your army should you need them.

It was as if they had forgotten you had no need for more love from your people since almost every single one already supported you. Also letting the fact that it would be treason if the Duke didn’t raise his retainers for your army upon your orders slip their minds.

But as the two sides died down, you looked at your Foreign Secretary. “You’ve been awfully quite, Min. Do you have someone’s name to put forth?”

“Yes, I do, your majesty,” he said quietly, appearing to be uninterested but you knew better.

Chuckling beneath your breath at his coldness, though never letting the smile become visible, you cocked a brow. “And who would that be?”

“Kim Namjoon. Your personal servant.”

“This is preposterous!” Jimin yelled, slamming his fist on the polished spruce.

You lifted your hand up to silence the Lord Treasurer, glaring eyes reminding him of your second condition before returning to question Yoongi. “On what grounds?”

“On the grounds that you both love each other.” He tilted his head to the side, yawning.

“Also on the grounds that he too is familiar with the royal customs and culture of this country, not to mention that he normally overhears what goes on in important meetings--excluding this one, of course. You confide in him and he has never broken your trust, despite how well he is within the servants--who often tend to chatter amongst themselves. He knows the ins and outs of the place and already unofficially aids you in decision-making.”

He licked his lips. “And, most importantly, he is fertile so you can sir a legitimate heir.”

“But what about his lack of power?” the Captain of the Royal Guard countered.

“He knows how to move with the people. The lad keeps his ear close to ground and is smarter than he looks. Besides, none of this matters since he’ll be a consort anyway, not a King.” Yoongi lazily shot back, killing Hoseok’s argument.

Silence grew over the room as each pair of eyes looked in your direction, already knowing the decision deep in their hearts. “A five minute recess is required.”

The advisors all stood as you did, only taking their seats again once you had left the room and the double oak doors shut behind you.

“How was the meeting, your majesty? Was awfully long this time. Any difficulties?” Namjoon enquired, not knowing what exactly went on.

Without answering him, you walked to a nearby empty room, with him trailing just behind. Turning on your heel, you held his arms, intensely looking in his eyes. “Did you mean it? When you said you would marry me if you could?”

Knowing that the two of you were hidden in a temporary haven, he gazed lovingly at you, caressing your cheek with his rough hands that only seemed to sooth you. “Of course I did, my love.”

“And if I could make that happen? Today? What would you say?”

As if he ate multiple salted crackers, Namjoon found his mouth dry up instantly. “What?”

Seeing his hesitation, you fought back the bad thoughts, the lump in your throat, the storm brewing in your stomach. “What would you say?” you pressed again, much harder than last time.

“I-I...I can’t.”

Tears tried to spring into your eyes, the sheer willpower you had to stop them from showing made your eyes burn. “Why?” Your tone turned stiff and stone-cold. He hated that--hearing you talk to him without emotion.

“Because it would mean I would have to become King. Although I want to lessen the burden you carry by your lonesome, I can’t take away the power you fought so hard to keep. Can’t be a ruler this nation and you deserve.”

Water began to spill as you closed your eyes, a sigh of relief escaping past your lips as your legs gave out under you. Luckily Namjoon was there to catch you. Lifted you from the ground and place you gently on a nearby chair. “You should really explain before you finish.”

His brows furrowed, kneeling down in front of you as he looked up to see your soft smile that had his heart beating just a fraction faster. “Should know better than to doubt my love for you at this point,” Namjoon whispered against the cold skin of your hands that he held in his own warmer ones.

Chortling lightly, you leaned to rest your forehead against his. “I really should, shouldn’t I?” Biting the lower flesh of your lip, you continued. “Would you reconsider if I said you’d only be my consort? Not a King?”

Could feel his lips stretch into a smile as it was still pressed against your knuckles. “If that’s the case, then definitely.”

“Good,” you grinned, standing up as you noticed the time on the clock. Wiping away the tears, you checked to see if you were decent in one of the mirrors.

Giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, you kissed his cheek. “Time to tell them my decision.”

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WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS... | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

Description: Impromptu trip to Vegas with your very gorgeous boyfriend!

Word Count: 2,948.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Oral sex, 19 year age gap between adults.

“[y/n]? [y/n]? C’mon, Jellybean, wake up,” Matthew whispered, gently nudging your sleeping frame. He knelt beside the bed, pushed your hair from your face, kissed your nose. The soft touches alerted you to his presence, and your eyes fluttered open. “There she is,” he smiled. “Good morning.”

“Matthew, what are you doing, baby?” You mumbled, your voice raspy and small.

“Need you to get up, we gotta go.”

“Go? Go where?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Right now?”

“[y/n],” he giggled.

You sighed, “I trust you.”

When you crawled out of bed, looking like a corpse, Matthew already had a couple of bags packed. His car keys sat on the nightstand, ready to go and be gone. Matthew was dressed in a set of matching pajamas, covered in a pattern of stripes. He held your hand, guiding you down the stairs of his house and out the door.

“Oh, God, don’t tell me the old man’s lost his mind already!” You joked, rolling your eyes at him as you stepped in his car. “Where are we going, babe?”

Matthew sighed, anxiously pawing at the steering wheel. You pushed his hair out of his face, gently grazing your fingers against his cheek, “Talk to me.” You whispered.

“I—“ he stuttered. “I saw what people have been saying about you online. About us.”

Matthew made the very hesitant decision to bring you to the Horse Girl premiere. Nervous as you both were to go public, you distracted your love by making jokes the whole time, holding him close, whispering in his ear. Plenty of photographers captured candid photos of the two of you on the red carpet, smiling at each other, Matthew kissing your cheek. It was a wonderful night, filled with wonderful people, celebrating a wonderful movie starring the most wonderful actor.

It was so successful, in fact, that you two felt comfortable enough to go out on a very impromptu, very public beach date. Matthew knew he’d be an idiot to say no — being that you agreed to wear an itty bitty bikini. And you wanted nothing more than a stroll down the shore with your man. Fingers interlocked, a smile on both yours face, you took small steps in the sand, the water wetting your feet with each wave. Matthew had never felt so safe, so secure, in front of so many people. He twirled you around and had you laughing so hard, you snorted. You gave each other quick and messy kisses, held each other. And it was all caught on camera, in photos taken by strangers, meant for social media.

When those pictures got out, all hell broke loose.

For you, specifically. Fans found your instagram, and very rapidly began to follow you. Found out anything and everything they could. When they saw a recent birthday post confirming your young age, the comments weren’t so nice. In your eyes you were Matthew’s girlfriend. So, to see comments strictly referring to you as a gold digger, sugar baby, and Matthew as a predator, it broke your heart.

You thought you’d kept it hidden, kept Matthew guarded from it. But not well enough, apparently.

You let out a heavy breath, your eyes falling closed in sadness, heartbreak at Matthew’s confession. “Oh, Matthew...”

“And you’ve been so down lately, and it hurts me. It physically hurts me, I just—like to see you happy. I thought a trip might cheer you up.”

You gave him a small smile, “Drive.”

His eyes flickers up to you, “Yeah?”

You nodded, “Yeah.”

Matthew let you blast your favorite music for three hours straight. He liked to see you smile, dancing and sing along. He nearly crashed several times because he was so focused on you.

You stopped to get food, and you had to feed him to allow him to drive properly. He would make happy noises everytime you lifted your hand to his mouth, and he would kiss your knuckles before taking a bite of food.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” you cooed, tapping his nose lovingly with your finger. Your hand found it’s way to his hair, and you played with it as you started to kiss his neck.

“Fuck, you really want me to crash this car, huh?” He giggled.

You undid your seatbelt, and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “You have no idea.” You fixed your posture, kneeling in your seat so you could hover your face over his lap. You slyly began to undo his pants.

“Holy shit, [y/n],” he gasped.

You bit down on your lip, freeing his cock from his boxers. You kissed the tip of it, before allowing his length to glide down your throat. He sucked in a sharp breath, “Oh, fuck.” He gripped onto the steering wheel, his teeth grinding together. He used all his strength to focus on the road, keep control of the car.

You bobbed your head up and down, breath coming in through your nose, Matthew hitting the back of your throat with each movement. It took every ounce of him to not buck his hips up, push your head down. When you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick and jerked him at the same time, he couldn’t contain his moans and his body started to tremble.

“Oh, fuck, babygirl,” he groaned. “Keep going.”

You happily complied, speeding up your movement until he was whimpering into his mouth. You hollowed your cheeks, and allowed yourself to gag on him, saliva dripping onto his skin.

“Hm, you gonna let me come down your throat?” He whispered, one of his hands moving down to grip onto your hair.

“M-mhm,” you replied.

His moans increased in volume and frequency, until he was letting out loud and guttural swear words, and releasing himself into your mouth. “Fuck,” he muttered, glancing down at you. You slid him out of your mouth, puckering your lips as you swallowed everything. You looked up at him and fluttered your eyelashes innocently.

He chuckled, “That was wonderful, thank you.”

You sat back in your seat, giggling, “You’re welcome.”

“Now, will you please put your seatbelt back on? You’re making me nervous, babe.”

“Oh,” you pretended to pout, fixing your seatbelt. “You’re no fun.”

The two of you pulled into Vegas twenty minutes later. Matthew parked his car in his mother’s driveway. When she stepped out of her house, she instantly recognized the car and began to jump up and down in excitement. “Matthew!” She exclaimed.

But when you stepped out of the car, her attention very rapidly shifted gears. “[y/n]!” She screamed. She ran up to you and embraced you in a tight hug. “Oh, my goodness, what a surprise!”

Matthew followed you two into the house, carrying your bags at his side. Apparently he was the only one who knew about this little visit. However, you were very happy to be there and his mom was happy to have you. She helped you two get settled in Matthew’s old bedroom.

“Vegas, huh?” You said to Matthew after she left the room. “Are we here to gamble?”

“Gamble, drink, whatever you want, beautiful,” he smiled.

“Okay,” you giggled. “Let me take a quick shower and change. Ooh, I should brush my teeth, too. Get the taste of dick out of my mouth.”

Matthew and you got impeccably dressed just to spend most of the day in the house. You helped his mother cook lunch, and she filled you in on everything she’d been up to since seeing you last. The three of you played board games, ate, had some wine, and carried a conversation for a long time. When you and Matthew would sit with one another, she’d consistently point out how perfect you two looked together. It made your heart swell.

Later in the afternoon, Matthew and you went out to a bar. You sat on adjacent stools and ordered margaritas.

“Can I see some ID?” The bartender asked you.

Matthew stifled his laughter, and you cut your eyes at him. “Oh, shut up,” you whispered to him, pulling your license out of your pocket. The bartender verified your age, seeing that you were newly 21, and went on his way.

Within an hour or so, you two had consumed nearly 6 drinks each, and it was painfully clear. You laughed, often and loudly at every joke the other made. Matthew fell off his stool. Twice. You were eating peanuts hand over fist. You two were a mess.

Matthew left for three seconds to use the bathroom, and some asshole felt it appropriate to approach you. He was slightly more sober, and thought you were there alone. He struck up a painful conversation, being sure to comment on how beautiful you were every two seconds. You rolled your eyes when he wasn’t looking. He got closer to you, thinking you wouldn’t notice. But you did. So did Matthew.

“Hey, baby,” Matthew announced his presence, putting his hand on your back. “Ready to go?”

You nodded, and gave the flirt a kind smile. “Nice meeting you,” you lied.

As you exited the bar together, Matthew was quiet, and from his stern face, you could tell he was sobering up. Something was weighing on his mind. “Babe?” You called. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He attempted to keep walking down the strip, but you stopped him with your body. “Hey! Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

He let out a long sigh, “I’m...I’m never gonna be okay with that.”

“What? Guys flirting with me?”

“Young...guys flirting with you,” he couldn’t hold eye contact with you out of embarrassment.

“Oh, Matthew,” you frowned. “We’ve talked about this, baby. What do I always tell you? Hm?”

He licked his lips, “That...that I’m your old man, and you only want me.”

“That’s right, grandpa,” you smiled, pulling his body into yours. “You are my greatest love, and I’m lucky to have you, and if you think some young guy could ever steal me away, you couldn’t be more wrong.”

He sighed, “Yeah,” he nodded. “Let’s get back home.”

“Wait, wait, Matthew,” you pleaded, stopping him once again. You sighed, “How can I convince you? What do you need?”

“Nothing,” he said sadly. “I’m fine, babe.”

He was a big, fat liar. And you may have been a little drunk - or, a lot drunk - but it still hurt to see him upset. You suddenly got a bright idea, and in the middle of a dimly lit, sketchy, Las Vegas strip, you got down on one knee.

“[y/n], what are you doing?”

“Matthew Gray Gubler,” you gulped. “Will you marry me?”

He scoffed, “Okay, time to get you to bed.”

“I’m serious!” You squeaked. “I want to marry you! Right now!”

“[y/n]...”

You rose to your feet, “No. Listen to me. I love you. I love you more than anyone has ever loved anyone in the history of the planet. And I want to marry you. I want to go to that court house right now, get a marriage license, and marry you!”

His jaw was dropped in shock, but the corners of his mouth were turned up in a slight smile. “You’re insane.”

You stepped over to him, wrapped your arms around his waist, “So, are you saying yes?”

He slowly cupped your face in his hands, every inch of his body filling with pure love. “It’s not a yes, babygirl. It’s a hell yes.”

You two were so excited that you drunkenly ran to the courthouse. You got there just before they closed, and the lady at the desk reluctantly allowed you two to obtain a marriage license. She could smell the booze on your breath, but also see the love in your eyes. She watched the two of you rush out of the building, hand in hand.

“A ring!” Matthew exclaimed, screeching to a halt.

“Huh?”

“I didn’t get you a ring! Fuck!”

You rubbed his shoulders to soothe him, and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a store, the sign above it lit up and colorful. You gasped, “Matthew!” You exclaimed. “A pawn shop!”

“A what?”

“A pawn shop!” You repeated.

“I am not getting you a ring from a pawn shop!” He insisted, but you were already running towards the shop, happy and giddy.

“Come on!” You shouted. “Come on!”

You burst into the store and began to cruise the jewelry. The door jingled, indicating Matthew’s arrival. “Gosh, you run fast,” he huffed.

“Nah, you’re just old,” you told him. “Excuse me, sir?” You called out to the shop owner. “Do you have any wedding rings?”

“Yeah, over here,” the man replied, motioning for the two of you to join him.

“[y/n], I don’t know if we’ll find what we’re looking for here,” Matthew whispered to you.

But you drowned him out, approaching the salesman and eyeing the jewelry in front of you. “What are you looking for?” The man asked. “A matching set?”

“No—“

“Yes,” you interrupted Matthew. “One for me, another for my man here.”

“Well, these is our selection,” he motioned to the case below you. “We have white gold, traditional gold...”

“Wait,” Matthew interjected. He stepped up to the case of jewelry and kneeled down in front of it, his eyes squinted. “These ones, right here,” he pointed. “Can we see those?”

You stared at Matthew, confused as to why he so adamantly wanted to see these rings. The jeweler pulled them out of the case, carefully setting them down in front of you.

You gasped at first sight. He presented the two of you with two bands — one of which was white gold, covered in small diamonds and a large blue sapphire, and the second of which was a plain silver band. Matthew stood beside you, reading the expression on your face.

“This one screams [y/n], don’t you think?” Matthew whispered to you. “Can she try it on?” He directed at the salesman.

“Of course,” he nodded.

Matthew picked up the ring carefully, and held his palm out for your hand. You shakily placed your hand in his gentle grasp and watched in bliss as he slid the ring onto your finger. Tears clouded your vision as you stared at the ring, feeling the way it fit your hand like a glove. Your eyes switched from the ring to Matthew’s face — his eyes, his soft smile.

“Does it fit?” Matthew asked you.

You gulped, “Yes,” your voice broke. “Yes, it fits.”

Before you left, Matthew insisted that you take the ring off for the ceremony and you told him that would happen over your dead body. You were attached to this ring and it was attached to you. There was no separating you two now.

You walked into the first Vegas chapel you found. It was within walking distance, and was painted pink on the inside and outside. It was decorated with hearts and clouds and little cupids. It was awful.

So it was perfect.

You presented the staff with your marriage license, and they ordered you two to wait patiently until the last couple was done. It was only for a few minutes, but boy, did you both have a lot of thoughts in such a short time. You thought about regrets, and sadness, and impulsivity. Then you looked at each other. And every thought faded away.

You two stood in front of an ordained minister dressed as Madonna, hand in hand, facing each other. She read her words out loud to you both, and the two of you could barely contain your laughter.

“This is crazy,” you whispered to Matthew, sliding the band onto his ring finger.

“Insane,” he said back. But looking at the ring, and looking at you, he knew. He knew nothing in his life had made this much sense. Had made him this happy. This safe, this fulfilled.

“Do you, Matthew Gubler,” the minister said. “Take [y/n] [y/l/n] to—“

“I do,” Matthew answered abruptly.

The minister and you both laughed. “And do you, [y/n]—“

“Yes, hell yes!” You exclaimed.

“Then by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife,” she announced. “You may kiss—“

Matthew pulled you in by your waist and kissed you passionately, before the minister could finish her speech. You kissed him back, your legs kicking up behind you, just like in the movies. You held him by his shoulders, both of your eyes squeezed shut as you had your first kiss as a married couple. When you pulled away, you stared into each other’s eyes. Both of you were on the brink of tears, and a single drop ran down Matthew’s cheek. You wiped it away with your thumb, and kissed his nose.

“Well,” you said. “I think this is the best drunk idea I’ve ever had.”

You got back to his mother’s house at one in the morning. You had gentle, passionate sex in his bed and cuddled until the sun came up. He spooned you, watching you over your shoulder. You were in a daze, fucked out, staring at your hand — your ring. You twirled it around your finger, sighing happily.

Matthew kissed your shoulder and tucked his chin into the crook of your neck. His arms were wrapped around your waist. “Any regrets?” He whispered.

You grinned to yourself and slowly turned to face him. You placed your hand against his cheek and leaned in, kissing him softly. You put your forehead against his, “No regrets,” you shook your head. “From now until death do us part.”

#mine #cougar!matthew #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler smut #matthew gray gubler imagine #mgg #mgg smut #mgg imagine

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1kook · 4 years

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skirt chasers - drabble i

a skirt chasers drabble bc they are my fave fictional couple to date <333

tags: coupley and domestic, jk’s terrible attempts at seducing via text, making out, dry humping, spitting (ik idk what came over me), too much talking for this to be sexual pero hey here we are wc: like 3k

entirely based off jungkook from bv3 that man had NO right to look that good and the holy jirkenstocks (jungkook birkenstocks). wont lie this has been completely written in my drafts since November (yes 2019) and i hoarded it under the belief i would make this a whole part 2 which i did not

que dios los bendiga <3

Much to everyone’s dismay, Jungkook’s spring break in Vegas with the boys is cut three days short when Jimin’s dog sitter suddenly cancels, citing a case of homesickness as enough cause to abruptly go home. When you first hear news of this, you’re preparing yourself for the return of a mopey, useless Jungkook, too drained from four glorious days in Las Vegas to carry on. What you’re not expecting is the mysterious text he sends you before boarding a five hour flight with no service (he was cheap).

kook still on vegas lockdown. Have that pussy ready when i get home

“The fuck does that mean?” Chaeyoung is the first to see the message, your screen lighting up on the kitchen counter beside you as you scrub through a mountainous pile of dishes. You try to play it off, after all, Chaeyoung had seen parts of you you hadn’t even seen, but there was no worse embarrassment than having your homegirls see your clown of a boyfriend’s ridiculousness. “He’s so romantic,” she swoons, and you shoo her away from the offending device as you wipe your hands down on your t-shirt.

you for what?? One 20 second round 🤥

Chaeyoung suddenly cackles from over your shoulder, and you swear your soul leaves your body.

You don’t get a response until exactly five hours and thirteen minutes later, your phone vibrating like crazy on the edge of your bathtub, and if you hadn’t given it a hearty kick and sent it flying across the room, front screen shattering into the most intricate spider web of glass shards, it would have fallen into the water. The terror.

kook pls pick me up

kook also haha. U r soooo funny 😑

You’re halfway to the airport, idly sitting in traffic and giving the public a free, Beyonce-like experience of The Script’s Breakeven, when you realize you’re not wearing any pants. You’re not exactly sure which part of Jungkook’s long t-shirt had tricked you into believing you were decently dressed, but you’re not too mad. After all, Jungkook’s trip with the boys had been a last minute decision that did not take into consideration your never-ending thirst for your boyfriend, so a little payback never hurt anybody.

He’s sitting on top of his suitcase outside the airport when you get there, cute Birkenstock-clad feet swinging back and forth as he waits for you like the good boy he is. He crouches down by the passenger window, “Uh, yeah, is this the Uber?”

You can’t even bother hiding the smile that consumes your face, and it only grows tenfold when he finally gets in and immediately leans over the center console to kiss you. “Look who’s finally back from their little bachelor party,” you murmur, eyes lidded dangerously low when he breaks away.

“Oh, the party where I accidentally sleep away my life-savings to a stripper named Aries and then have to go home and beg for my wife’s forgiveness?” He responds immediately, devious pink tongue swiping out to lick at your bottom lip.

You snort. “Joke’s on you, because our hot pool boy kept me company and treated me better in four days than my husband had in six years,” you mumble, finger looping into the silver chain around his neck to pull him close again.

“Not our hot pool boy,” he whines, smile pressed adorably to your lips.

You almost retort, but a ten-second horn blast from the car behind you has the two of you jumping three feet from each other, like teenagers caught making out in the school parking lot.

Just as you’d predicted via text, Jungkook barely has the energy to walk up the steps to your apartment, much less fuck you like he’d promised. “Fuck, stop being healthy and let us take the elevator,” he grunts, pushing his suitcase onto the final platform leading to your floor.

“Nope,” you concede. “The stairs give me a good view of your ass going up.”

He shoots you a scandalized look, like you’re an old man who’d just catcalled him on the street. “Pretty sure that’s my line.”

It’s when you’re unlocking the front door, sending out a little prayer to the heavens (Chaeyoung) for the blessing of an empty apartment, that he notices your lack of proper clothing. “Oh, hell no,” he groans, immediately crowding you against the armchair nearest the door.

You laugh, struggling to turn to face him as he nuzzles his face into your neck. “What seems to be the problem?”

He sighs against the shell of your ear, and you’d be a liar to say it didn’t send a gush of wetness to your core. Jesus, just a single puff of air from Jungkook was enough to turn your coochie into a Fruit Gusher. “Not your sexy legs again,” he whines, and you giggle when he presses those pouty lips to yours.

“Thought I was supposed to have this pussy ready for you,” you tease, tilting your head up until your noses brush against each other. Jungkook lets a soft huff of a sigh go, eyes fluttering shut at your close proximity.

There’s a hand that creeps along the back of your thigh, fingers pressing into the soft skin until he finally guides it upwards, hitched over his hip. The new position has your body curving backwards, tilted over the edge of the couch as he continues crowding closer and closer to you. “Baby,” he whines, and the tone and sudden usage of your favorite nickname wipes the teasing smile off your face. “I missed you so much,” he purrs, in that tone that says he knows he has you under his complete control, all he has to do is take care of you.

Still, you try to put up some sort of a fight. “I’m sure your eyes were kept entertained in Vegas,” you retort weakly, not even bothering to hide the jealousy in your tone.

Jungkook laughs, before puckering his lips and smothering you. Instantly, you throw your arms around his broad shoulders to pull him closer. His hair tickles your face from how long it’s gotten, and when you brush it back, collecting it into a makeshift baby ponytail, you can’t even enjoy the sight because Jungkook is pressing his rock hard member against your inner thigh.

“You think I’m a cheater?” He muses when he finally pulls away, a little entranced by the saliva that coats your lips in a thin sheen. “Couldn’t be even if I wanted to.” Before you can ask what that even means, he’s hauling you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his tiny waist, his cock now cradled between your thighs, right where you want him most. You moan immediately, head lolling backwards at the touch you’d craved for days. “Feel that? No one gets my dick hard like you do, baby.”

Even though his adrenaline is on one hundred, and he’s clearly blinded by his lust, Jungkook still sets you down on the bed like you’re made of glass. Any comments you may have made are smothered by his lips on yours, fingers gripping your waist like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you. When he pulls away, his eyes are dark and his breath is a little heavy where it fans against the lower half of your face.

“So pretty,” he huffs, rolling his hips against yours. You groan, eyes rolling back as the familiar feeling of your boyfriend between your legs consumes you. Jungkook presses his mouth against the skin of your neck, where the faintest sheen of sweat had begun to form the moment you unlocked the front door.

If you thought you were loud, the sounds leaving Jungkook’s throat are teetering on the edge between a pornstar and a yodelling-enthusiast. You can’t help the smirk crossing your features. “Are you really gonna come?”

Jungkook was many things, and drama queen was definitely very high on that list. He gives you the most scandalized expression, stopping the movement of his hips to scoff. “As if,” he snorts, but you know that little eyebrow furrow a little too well.

You snort, reaching down to his sides as you try to discreetly urge him to start up again. “Baby, your jaw is twitching,” you point out, a soft whine leaving your lips when he shifts your leg up. It’s this same sound that has him finally moving again.

“Yeah, well,” he groans, one hand deathly gripping into your hip now, pressing you down onto the bed so hard you feel the comforter will swallow you up any minute now. “I just got my wisdom teeth removed, ‘member?”

Your retort is briefly cut off by the cry you let out when he ducks down to suck a mark beneath your jaw. “M-Months ago,” you weakly respond,

Jungkook ignores you in favor of using his Hulk strength to fold you in half, groans borderline animalistic as he grinds his cock into your soaked panties. His jaw is tight like you’d said, but you can tell he’s holding himself back. He hated coming before you, seldom doing it unless it was one of those rare days where he wanted you to pamper him.

“Fuck,” he grunts, swallowing your pitiful whines before pushing his tongue down your throat. There was something sexy about your boyfriend being so turned on that his saliva production was off the charts. “You’re gonna ask me to do that thing again, aren’t you?” He predicts.

All you can do is nod, and Jungkook smirks. “Ah,” he says, much like a doctor would, and you comply, mouth wide. You see the muscles beneath his jaw twitch, and a moment later he’s leaning over you with puckered lips, a glob of saliva begging to drip down.

The moan that catches in your throat has him smiling, tongue peeking out to cut the bridge of saliva that connected the two of you, and you want to tell him you love him, but then he’s raising his eyebrows at you, motioning for you to swallow, so you do. “Absolutely filthy,” he grins, and then returns to thrusting against you.

As much as you liked to tease him, he’s good at fulfilling the sexual aspects of his boyfriend role, and he guides you to your orgasm moments later. Of course, he does so by toying with your tits just the way you like, lips pressed firmly to yours as you become a boneless heap beneath him. “That’s it, pretty baby,” he murmurs, pressing one final kiss to your lips before he’s shifting back onto his haunches, tugging you closer until the backs of your knees are cradled carefully in his elbows.

Despite your transcended state, you love watching Jungkook get himself off, and your eyes flutter as you watch him thrust sloppily against your soiled panties. They’re soaked by your own arousal, and had Jungkook’s sweats not been as dark as they were, you’re almost certain you’d see how they stained.

He comes a moment later, body twitching and fingers tightening against your skin. His chest heaves, head lolling back as he tries to regain his senses. Silence envelopes the room.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You blurt, no longer able to pretend like something isn’t completely wrong.

Jungkook rolls his neck out, a satisfying crack resounding, as he angles to look at you again. His tongue is poking against his cheek in that cocky way it does sometimes, and he furrows his brows at you. “What?”

You shuffle up onto your elbows, motioning towards him with the vaguest wave possible. He blinks. You groan.

“What did you do?” You question, and immediately his eyes go wide and shiny in that way they do when you’re reprimanding him and he doesn’t see the wrong in his ways.

Cute little lips forming a pout he remains as confused. “Nothing? We really just went to fuck around and get drunk—“

“Kook.”

“You don’t actually think I cheated, I thought we were just joking? Unless…” he trails off, doe eyes suddenly filled with fear. “You weren’t?”

“Jungkook—“

He intercepts you, “did you do something while I was gone? Who was he? Or she? Wow,” he huffs to himself in disbelief. “I don’t even know you well enough to know if you’re into more than just men.” The frown on his face is getting deeper with each word he utters and you almost can’t believe how dumb he could be. “No wonder… am I a terrible boyfriend?” He asks, voice louder and more concerned than it’s been all night.

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” You say, and Jungkook looks just as lost by your response as you are with his. “Because I’m talking about whatever this is,” you explain, reaching up to drag a hand through his dual-colored locks.

They’d been carefully tucked under his bucket hat when you’d picked him up, a tuft of blonde peeking out from in front of his ear. It wasn’t until he’d tipped you over the side of the couch that it had tumbled off. Of course, at the time, there had been other pressing matters at hand than wondering why your Hannah Montana blonde boyfriend had returned as Todoroki, which is why you’d waited until now to revisit the topic.

Jungkook doesn’t move for a solid ten seconds. Then, as if processing the emotional episode he’d just given you, he gives you a sheepish smile. It’s one of those smiles where his lips press together thinly and cutely and the apples of his cheeks seem like the squishiest things in the world. “Oh…” he says, voice soft and nothing like the man that spit in your mouth five minutes ago. “You like it?”

#jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #kpopwonderlandtag #ksmutclub #bts smut #jjk smut #mine #what did i even use to tag with lolol #sc universe #skirtverse #skirtfic

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softyoongiionly · 4 years

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caramel

Jungkook has never felt more safe with you.

Right now, safety is more important than ever.

Genre: smut, fluff, slight angst, mystery???, possible series? Indie film vibezzz

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: smut (18+only plz), language, brief mention of family troubles

A/N: hi hi hi hi. Ok hi. I’m back :) I missed you so much. I have no idea what this is but, I really hope you enjoy it. This isn’t the bigger fic I have planned for Jungkook but, I might possibly be turning this into a “indie film” BTS series but we’ll seeeeee. Ok love you bye!

He’s a little needy today.

Well, he’s needy a lot of the time but today is definitely on hard mode.

“Where are you going?” He grumbles into his pillow, his face properly smushed against the linen

With a giggle, you lean over, musing his bedhead with your fingers, “I need coffee...”

The grumbling gets worse and, this time its paired with a frown that barely pronounces itself from beneath his pillow.

“Noooo-” His voice is deeper with the remnants of sleep hanging on as his arm lazily extends in your direction, “we’ll get coffee in a little bit, stay with me.”

It’s a tempting offer.

You don’t really have any good reason to refuse but, part of getting your day started always involves coffee.

You have a feeling that if you crawl back into bed with your boyfriend, you won’t be leaving it for quite some time.

Maybe that isn’t such a bad thing...

“It’s after 10:30.” You point out, still giggling as he interlaces his fingers with yours.

There is a hint of sarcasm in his eyes now and you can see a smirk beginning to peek around the pillow, “I didn’t ask but, thank you.”

You jerk your hand away from his playfully but, his strength outweighs yours significantly and he keeps a firm grip on you.

“I’ll come right back when I’m done, you’ll be fine.” You assure him before attempting, once again, to leave the bed.

He softens his playful grip with a sentiment that freezes you in place.

“Jagi I- “ He hesitates, sitting up in bed and exposing his bare upper half to you, “Please stay with me...”

Your eyes hone in on his expression which shows no trace of humor.

Last night was particularly rough for both of you and, it ended with Jungkook telling you that he didn’t want to go home anymore.

It started off as a fight.

Jungkook was acting strange, brushing you off, replying monotonously and, scrolling through his phone.

You thought he was on the verge of breaking up with you and, instead of waiting for that outcome, you called him out on his behavior.

He had blown up on you.

Well, as much as Jungkook can blow up on anyone.

He doesn’t raise his voice or speak out of turn but, he does get angry.

When he’s angry, he’s all talk.

He acts like nothing matters.

He acts like nothing hurts.

Until, he finally breaks.

Last night, Jungkook told you that the place he used to call home was no longer a safe space.

His parents were always screaming at one another, shady characters continuously pass in and out of his front door and, he was scared.

He cried in your arms for what felt like a few short moments but, the clock had indicated it was much longer.

You promised him that your home was welcome to him and, that he would be safe with you.

He had fallen asleep on your chest, clutching you tighter than he ever has before.

It all made sense in that moment.

He wasn’t as carefree as he seemed.

He wasn’t just a naïve man-child with a heart of gold.

He was a man with many burdens and, he had finally bared some of them to you.

“Ok- “ You smile softly, crawling back in bed with him, settling onto his lap, “I’m here, I’m sorry...”

He immediately wraps his arms around your hips, burying his face into your neck, “It’s ok- I'm sorry too, I just- I just need you right now...”

“I got you, I'm not going anywhere.” You murmur into his hair, kiss the top of his head as he seems to cuddle into you further.

You can feel him sigh in your arms as if he’s whole body is relaxing underneath your touch.

Silence falls over the two of you whilst you begin tracing shapes over the curves of his back.

Invisible hearts, circles, stars, ovals and triangles adorn his tanned skin and, you swear you’ve never felt more at peace.

Jungkook reacts to your touch in the form of goosebumps and nuzzling against your skin.

When your nails tuck into his hair and scratch gently at his scalp, he places the most gentle of kisses on your skin.

They are so light that if you couldn’t hear the puckering of his lips, you might miss them.

Finally, Jungkook peeks up at you from beneath your chin, adoration deep within his gaze.

“Hi...” You smile, thumbing over his cheek which causes him to grin, “Are you feeling better?”

He presses his face into your hand, “Mhm-” He turns to place a kiss against your pinky, “I don’t want you to stop though...if you don’t mind.”

His cheeks turn pink at the end of his sentence and, you have to stifle your true reaction because he’s just so fucking endearing that it hurts.

“I don’t mind, I just want you to feel good.” You assure him with a kiss to his forehead

Needless to say, you’re initially innocent proclamation quickly turned into something else entirely...

“Oh my god.” Jungkook groans into your chest, his hips pumping up into as best as he can.

He’s a little weak right now as the pleasure is so intense, he doesn’t really have the strength to fuck you like he wants to.

“Does that feel good?”

His hands are all over you, sliding up your back and into your hair, gripping onto it for dear life.

“Uh huh....Fu- fuck please don’t stop...please don’t f- fucking stop...” He groans and, you can literally feel him salivating against the side of your neck, covering the skin with sweat and spit.

You don’t stop.

You move harder and with more intention, ensuring that you make him cum hard enough to forget his troubles.

Hard enough to know you love him...

Coaxing his head out from the crook of your neck, you place a haphazard kiss against the dampened skin and, Jungkook immediately responds by whimpering against your chin, his lips eagerly searching for yours.

“Kiss me on the mouth.” He requests shakily, his hands clawing at your sides, his doe eyes widening as you tighten around him, “Please.”

The clashing of teeth is an uncomfortable sensation, but you ignore it.

Your only focus is your boyfriends mouth and how good he tastes.

Jungkook’s tongue finds yours and, honestly the kiss is so hot and so wet at this point that it leaves traces of spit all over your chin.

His fingers reach between the both of you to settle on your clit, your head falling back on your shoulders at his touch.

He moves quickly, leaning in to suck at the newly exposed skin, his hips moving with more fervor.

Your grip tightens once again and, its like a punch in your boyfriends stomach.

“The fuck are you so tight for hm?” He chokes out against your neck as he uses his lips to bruise you, “What are you trying to prove? That I’m weak for you? Is that it? You’re trying to make me cum?”

A rather delirious giggle leaves your lips, as you press your hips against his hand, “I want you to cum first...you never cum first...”

He chuckles breathlessly but, the sound is dark and rich with lust.

“ ‘s cause I’m a gentleman...” He kisses up the side of your neck before reaching your lips, nibbling on the bottom one before chuckling again, “You’re trying so hard aren’t you? Just let go baby...c’mon- get it ready for me...and I’ll cum so hard for you.”

Jungkook asking you to cum so you can be ‘ready’ for his release is enough to make you wet his lap.

And you do.

Before you can even recover, Jungkook is laying you back against the foot of the bed, placing your legs on either side of his hips.

He looks a god above you as he pushes his sweaty hair away from his head, his free hand gripping the base of his dick, “Can you put it back inside for me?” He rubs the head of it against your sensitive center, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your tongue licks over your lips eagerly as you nod with a playful giggle “Are you gonna cum if I do?”

Leaning down, with a prominent smirk on his face, Jungkook braces his hands on either side of your head, “Til it drips out of you...” He whispers, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

You kiss him for good measure before guiding his dick back inside of you.

It only takes a few good strokes for him to bury his face back into your neck, whimpering at the sensations coursing through his body.

“Fuck- fuck I’m gonna cum...ugh fuck- fuck I love you...” He chokes out, the muscles on his back seizing up as he pumps harder and harder into you.

You whisper the same three words into his ear as he paints the inside of you with his release.

He makes good on his promise to cum enough to drip out of you before lowering himself back onto your chest.

The two of you fall asleep after that, the lack of coffee and intense sex doing a number on your energy levels.

Later on that day, you find your boyfriend alone on the balcony, staring out at the city skyline.

You make sure he’s aware of your arrival by tapping on the glass of the sliding glass door.

Of course, he greets you with a boyish grin before gesturing for you to join him.

You don’t do so empty handed.

You come equipped with a throw blanket and a mug of hot chocolate big enough for two.

With the two of you tucked safely beneath the fleece, you offer him a sip.

He smiles before leaning in and, slurping a bit into his mouth.

You kiss the whip cream off.

Jungkook drags out the kiss longer than he needs to but, he’s comforted by your affection.

He wants it all the time.

A few moments of silence past before he pipes up, letting a few of his thoughts slip out.

“I never knew love could feel this way.” He murmurs, absentmindedly locking his fingers with yours, “My father always told me that love was tough. He said it felt like hard labor and, that I shouldn’t expect it to be easy. He always compared it to lemon candy. Bitter and impossible to chew. I think- I think my father may have been wrong...”

You’re beaming now, tilting his chin towards you, “Why is that?”

Jungkook chuckles, brushing his lips against yours, “Because love is so easy with you. I’ve never felt more free in my life. I think- I think love is more like...caramel.”

“Caramel?” You giggle, pecking at his lips, “Why is that?”

“It’s warm and sweet. Just like you.”

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ceratonia-siliqua · 4 years

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Sweeter Than Sugar (Ch 3)

Collab fic with @send-me-your-hcs

Summary: Tony is a man of refinement. Only the best, the highest quality specimens get added to his collection. Peter, a beautiful and very rare male omega, quickly becomes his favorite of all his pets. The perfect omega deserves an equally-perfect alpha. (Or: An a/b/o au where pet owner!Tony forcibly mates Peter and Bucky together for his own enjoyment.)

Warnings: Underage, noncon, a/b/o au, dark!Tony, confinement, forced pet play dynamics, forced mating/in heat cycles, minor violence, forced daddy kink, forced feminization, gang r/ape, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

ao3 link

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Bucky knows something is going down the moment he enters his kennel, Tony can tell.

He hasn’t had to use the reinforced steel stockade in years, not since Bucky was still new to him. Bucky is anxious and wary as Tony secures him tightly on his knees, his neck and wrists bound, rendering him immobile. “Don’t worry, my love,” he reassures gently. “Your omega’s been a naughty little boy, but once his punishment is over, we can all move on. You know Daddy’s very forgiving. I’ll forgive Peter too, just as soon as he asks for it.”

Bucky’s beautiful steel-blue eyes fixate on the bruise marring Tony’s cheek. He gently runs his fingers through the alpha’s long, silky hair as he pops the mouth guard gag past Bucky’s lips, keeping his sharp canines safely tucked away from their guests and his frightening, bone-chilling growls as stifled as possible.

With Bucky properly restrained, Tony heads back upstairs and enters Peter’s cell for the first time since the incident this morning. Peter looks at him long enough to see he’s come alone, then turns back to his filthy blankets, snubbing him. Tony almost smirks to himself as he walks over, head held high, and stops in front of the large round bed.

“Do you want to see your alpha, baby?” he asks. The sound of his voice shouldn’t startle Peter, but somehow it does.

Peter doesn’t look at him. His face is pressed to one of his messy pillows, but he nods, dejectedly.

“Very well,” Tony says. He snaps his fingers and points to his feet, his universal sign of come here. “The sooner you get over here, the sooner you’ll get to see him.”

The boy reminds him of a sullen, sulky child as he drags his limp body to the edge of the bed and onto the floor. He keeps his head down, a dog who knows he’s displeased his master, and waits for Tony to grab him by his leash, deceivingly meek and obedient.

“Turn around, baby. Show me that pretty little hole before it gets ruined again.”

A scarlet blush covers Peter’s face, neck and chest as he obeys, turning and pressing his forehead to the floor, ass up and trembling. His ass has finally returned to a more natural state, baby pink instead of deep red, tight and modestly damp instead of gaping open and pouring come and slick. It’s a bit of an illusion, though - when Tony presses his thumb against the puckered skin, it gives immediately, stretching smooth and straight and opening up for him in that beautiful way only omega holes can. It’s like pressing a button to switch between an asshole and a cunt; untouched, it’s a hole no different from anyone else’s, but as soon as the slightest stimulation comes along, it blooms like a flower in the sun, opens up hungrily and greedily, transforming before his very eyes.

Entranced, Tony fingers the boy’s delectable little pussy as he slips another, albeit weaker heat inducer inside of him. Peter won’t need any detailed stretching or preparation - not this time around - so he plays with the little omega’s broken-in fuckhole purely for indulgence’s sake. By the time Peter’s rim is turning dark red, puffy and starting to leak, the pill has taken effect and the poor thing is whining uncontrollably into the marble floor.

Tony’s tempted to make him crawl all the way downstairs, sobbing and shaking and leaking like a broken faucet, but he’d never risk skinning his princess’s poor sensitive knees. He unhooks Peter’s chain from the wall, gathers his small, trembling body in his arms, and carries him all the way to Bucky’s cell like the compassionate, generous owner that he is.

It’s a chorus of joy and suffering the moment they step inside. A gorgeous melody of pleading cries, muffled shouts, moans, groans, whimpers, whines. Peter flails trying to get to his alpha - Bucky does his damned best to wrench the stockade from its base inlaid in the concrete slab, but it holds firm. Peter is absolutely adorable as he reaches for Bucky with both hands, crying out, “Alpha, alpha…!” Like if he calls urgently enough, Bucky will shatter his restraints and come to him.

His little pets are so fucking cute.

But now is not the time to indulge them. A lesson needs to be learned here, first and foremost. Emotionlessly, Tony chains Peter to the opposite wall, shortening the leash so the feisty little omega can’t quite reach his alpha at the other end of the long room. While the two scramble trying to get to each other, Tony rolls in one of his breeding benches, parks and secures it in the center of the room, and hoists Peter’s flailing body onto it.

Oh, the little omega puts up quite a struggle then. Tony presses Peter’s body over the arch in the bench, his stomach flat on the plush leather, arms folded behind his back, legs spread, ass up to expose his leaking pussy. Bucky gets the best view in the house - restrained on his knees with Peter’s gorgeous fuckhole staring him in the face. If Tony rolled the bench closer and removed the gag, Bucky would be at the perfect height to eat the little pup out.

The thought intrigues him. Maybe after, he thinks.

He tests each cuff on Peter’s neck, thighs, wrists and ankles to ensure he’s secured, then gives the bench a hard shove to make sure the wheels are locked, properly holding the contraption still so it won’t slide everywhere in the middle of the action.

With everything ready, he supposes this is the perfect time to lecture his ornery little omega, circling Peter’s bound body as he clasps his hands behind his back.

“Peter,” he says firmly, earning himself a fearful, hateful glare from those big brown eyes. “I know you’re smart enough to understand the concept of corrective discipline. I’m about to teach you a very important lesson - everything you have, everything you have been given, including your bond with your new mate and all of the pleasure it’s brought you - they are all gifts from me.”

He steps closer, stares down at that beautiful, angry little face.

“You may not like it, you can hate this place all you want, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are mine, Peter, and the sooner you come to terms with that, the better off you’ll be.” He gestures to Bucky, kneeling behind the boy, head bowed in defeat. “I would like nothing more than to keep you and your mate happily tangled together all day long. But this morning, you chose to throw my kindness and generosity back in my face and behaved, simply put, like an animal. So, this is a moment I want you to remember the next time you’re feeling angry or hard-done by: I don’t have to give you any of these luxuries. I can - and will - replace them with much less favorable conditions if you misbehave. Hopefully, the harshness of this punishment will help this lesson stick in your tender little brain.”

He pets the boy’s head gently, then circles around him to address Bucky. “As for you, Bucky, my wonderful boy - perhaps take the opportunity to educate your omega the next time I’m kind enough to leave you two together. He chose to step out of line and brought this punishment down on both of you. If you don’t want it to happen again, I suggest you have a long and thorough chat with him about who’s in charge around here.” He strokes Bucky’s stubble-covered cheek. Bucky’s conflicted, despaired gaze is turned away from him, as good of a sign of submission as any.

Perfectly on time, Tony’s phone dings in his pocket then, alerting him that his honored guests have arrived.

He kisses Bucky’s forehead, pats Peter’s trembling flank, and heads for the lobby to greet their visitors.

—

He gets himself a nice chair for the show.

It’s not nearly as comfortable as his armchair upstairs, but it’s good enough. He reclines in the corner, feet propped up on Bucky’s table between the alpha’s food and water dishes, crossed at the ankle as he lounges comfortably. His guests are standing throughout the room, but each of them knows better than to stand in front of him, obstructing his view. Most stand against the glass wall, in front of Peter’s hysteric, sobbing face, as far away from Bucky’s enraged fury as they can get.

He’s chosen some of the best men he knows. Betas, like him, who lean more to the above-average side of the spectrum when it comes to things like height, weight and cock size. None of them can compare to the sheer massive size of an alpha, but that’s almost the point of this punishment.

Oh, how little Peter screams and fights when the first beta mounts him.

It must be so confusing. His little cunt, dripping with slick, begging to be filled, to be fucked and knotted - only to be given a too-small, too-thin, unsatisfactory beta cock. Some mated omegas have claimed that the semen of anyone apart from their alpha’s burns when it’s pumped inside them, which hasn’t been properly tested or proven, but Tony is tempted to believe it after watching Peter squeal and thrash when the first man creampies him.

And yet, oh, the poor little thing’s hips are moving so desperately. His heat has fully taken hold of him, now - compelling him to be bred, to seek out and attract his mate by any means necessary. With Bucky kneeling so close behind him, close enough to smell and hear, Peter’s body seems to be wonderfully confused. He rides each beta cock that’s humped inside of him like he needs their come to live, then jerks and sobs when he finally gets what his needy little body is after.

It’s a beautiful sight.

Bucky clearly doesn’t agree. Snarling like an aggressive dog, Tony doesn’t blame his guests for quailing away from the bound beast. Frothy spit drips from the alpha’s chin as he does his best to bare his teeth with the mouth guard gagging his lips open. The stockade makes loud, thundering bangs every time he tries to dislodge it from its base, desperate to tear the beta in front of him away from his omega and rip him in half like a Christmas cracker. He’s unsuccessful, of course - Tony built that stockade to withstand an alpha even larger than Thor - but it’s intimidating all the same.

After the third beta has had his turn, Peter goes limp on his bench. He whines pitifully as the fourth man mounts him, sliding inside easily, stirring the mess of come and slick inside of his fuckhole with his dick. Peter, as unwilling as he is, can’t stop himself from moaning and rolling his hips in tandem with the beta’s, trying to make the man’s cock fill him deeper, wider, fuller. Tony smiles at the desperate way Peter is bouncing his hips. It must be maddening, to be fucked over and over again by a series of eager cocks not biologically designed to satisfy you.

Slick and beta come glob onto the floor as Peter desperately rides the man standing behind him. Bucky howls through his gag like he’s being castrated, vicious and frantic to get to his mate and breed him properly. Tony grins at the desperate struggling his gorgeous alpha is still putting up. It makes him rise to his feet almost subconsciously, not sparing the breeding bench a glance as he walks around it and approaches the stockade.

Bucky knows better than to lunge for him. Still, his thrashing increases tenfold when he thinks his Daddy might be crouching behind him to undo his restraints. Tony loves how basic, how single-minded heats and ruts make his pets become, how they reduce them to their most primitive selves. Like this, Bucky can’t even fathom why Tony wouldn’t free him and allow him to defend and claim his mate. Without a doubt, all thoughts of lessons and punishments have been pushed far from the alpha’s mind. He’s a beast, like this. A pitiful, powerless beast.

He grunts and snarls when Tony cups his huge, distended balls. Rigid, swollen and heavy with fresh come, they hang dark and tight between Bucky’s legs, nearly touching the floor. Tony gently massages them, watching the alpha’s massive cock bob and leak precome from the stimulation. Poor thing. He truly doesn’t deserve to be tormented like this, but Tony can only hope he uses this pain as motivation in helping him train and tame Peter.

As five betas becomes six and then seven, Tony stays crouched behind Bucky, gently working his balls with the palms of his hands to provide some relief for his aching, anguished alpha. Peter’s pitiful cries fill the room, louder than the pleasured groans of the men filling him, louder even than Bucky’s muffled screams of rage.

That’s why Tony is able to hear it so clearly when his baby sobs, “I’m - I’m sorry, D...Daddy, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry.” Sobbing so hard, the words shatter like glass as they leave his damp lips. “Daddy I’m sorry, please forgive me, p-please, Daddy!” Tony stands, almost leaping to grab the beta still humping away wantonly at his princess’s backside and fling him off without a care.

“Baby,” he soothes instantly, stroking Peter’s trembling flank to try and settle his wailing sobs. “Oh, sweetheart, my little princess, hush now. You’re all right.” He leans in, kisses the omega’s quivering back, stroking his sweat-matted hair. “It’s all right now, sweet boy. Daddy forgives you.”

Impatiently, Tony snaps his fingers, dismissing the men without so much as looking at them. As the last one files out, the door automatically locking behind him, Tony undoes Peter’s cuffs but leaves him bent over the bench, hanging there limply, as he once more crouches beside Bucky. He removes the gag, opens Bucky’s restraints, and is quick to jerk back as Bucky surges upwards and descends on Peter with pure animal desperation.

And still, Tony’s wonderful boy is human enough to gather his tiny mate in his arms and carry him over to his bed, crowding him against the dull greys of his bedding as he slots himself between Peter’s spread legs and pumps his cock inside of him. Peter mewls gratefully, arms iron-tight around Bucky’s neck, his trembling legs trying to cling to Bucky’s wide waist, their chests pressed flush together as Bucky sinks his teeth into Peter’s mating bite, sinks his cock into Peter’s well-fucked cunt.

Smiling, Tony returns to the proper side of the glass, leaving the pair to their own devices - or as close as he’s willing to allow them to come to it. He watches for the better part of an hour as Bucky breeds, grooms, gentles and then breeds Peter once again, repeating the process over and over, making sure to pay special attention each time he licks up the mess leaking from his omega’s abused hole, as if the beast cannot rest until every drop of beta come has been cleaned from Peter’s body.

—

The utter lack of sleep his boys have had in the last 24 hours shows when they pass out towards their fifth round. They’d been up talking and fucking the whole night before, and neither had slept a second since their separation this morning. It was bound to happen.

Bucky has rolled onto his side, one of the only (formerly) clean blankets pulled over the two of them. Peter’s face is pressed into the barely-there space between the alpha’s bicep - of which he’s laying his head on - and one of those meaty pecs. They’re chest to chest, and by the way Peter shifts every now and again (and the leg clearly thrown across that broad waist), still firmly connected via knot. Bucky’s other arm is wrapped firmly around Peter’s waist, his nose tucked into the sticky, matted curls of his omega. Only the alpha’s feet peak out from under the blanket, Peter too small to reach that far down under a clearly alpha-sized blanket.

Given that the pair aren’t doing much, Tony decides to attend to a few things. His boys need a bath, badly, but that can wait. Instead, he goes upstairs to Peter’s kennel. Entering with a laundry hamper and gloves, he begins stripping Peter’s bed of all its baby blankets and fluffy pillows. Thankfully, Peter isn’t one to revenge pee. He’s had a few pets who had taken up the hobby. Still, it’s a sticky, come-drenched mess, and dried come isn’t his idea of a good moisturizer.

Usually, a team of professionals come through once a week and clean all the kennels, replacing the bedding, tending to the bathrooms, and grooming some of his other pets. His favorites…well, they tend to get a little more special attention from Daddy. He loves keeping his alphas’ hair long and some level of beard on them. It accentuates the masculinity of already hyper-masculine beings. Trimming and tending to the hairy alphas is a small indulgence of his. The only exception to the hair-loving rule is their balls.

Regularly, his boys receive a waxing. Steve actually had been calm enough for lasering and no longer needs them. Thor enjoys the attention enough to hold still through the tugs, and Tony always gets a nice show of Thor leaning down to clean his now-smooth pair nearly every time. Bucky is…rough at times. His balls are so large, the process takes just a bit longer and it can never be done soft. The waxer tends to always be concerned about too much loose skin if Bucky isn’t hard while getting the service. Tony had never seen Bucky’s skin ever be loose enough to worry much, but now with Peter, he’s beginning to understand it. With Peter’s body to hold all of his come for him, the alpha’s balls have started to show more wrinkles and gentle sagging. Tony’s surprised with himself for finding it appealing, after his love for those balls filled with come has bordered on obsession for a few years now.

Either way, those smooth balls on their hairy bodies is truly a lovely juxtaposition, and his omegas seem to enjoy sucking on them far more without bristly little hairs poking at their face and tongue.

With the bedding now packed away, he lugs it to the laundry shoot to be cleaned. Peter will need spares soon, but his baby is so often cold in the night, all the blankets meant to be extras have made their way onto the bed. His princess loves all things soft and plush, so to deny him any of those things when it’s just so fitting for such a delicate omega, it’s inconceivable, even for him.

The hardest clean-up job will be the pair themselves. As much as he loves seeing them both soiled and rolling in each other’s slick and come, Peter is beginning to look matted and ill-kept, unbefitting of a princess. Maybe Bucky can get away with the look, with his brutish build and gruff disposition, but he is officially mated to Peter and thus now has some upkeep to maintain.

He can’t but help smile to himself a little at the thought. He really does adore the pair. Bucky may have always been a bit of a bull in a china shop, but seeing this soft and irresistibly sweet side to a pet he already loved has pulled Bucky up to a level similar to Peter in his mind.

Wanting to be back with the pair, he wanders down to the basement, watches from behind the pane of glass as he usually does, but with the two sleeping and his hands itching to touch, he slips inside. JARVIS enabled, he goes over to Bucky, letting the tap of his shoes be softly audible so as not to startle the large creature resting on the bed. Bucky isn’t prone to attacking him, not for a long time, but he knows better than to sneak up on him. That is the unspoken agreement between them; so long as Bucky knows Tony is the one there, he won’t make a move to hurt him.

The sound has its desired effect. Bucky raises his head slowly to see who’s coming. Seeing Tony, he rests his head back against the large, spacious pillows that had been one of his birthday presents last year.

Hands wandering across Bucky’s back and up to his shoulder, he leans in close to speak softly to the alpha, not wanting to wake Peter.

“How are you feeling, love? Any pain?” Rubs a thumb along the still slightly red line across the back of Bucky’s neck from banging against his restraints.

“No, Daddy. Just…tired.” Bucky doesn’t make eye contact, but does tilt his head towards Tony, a movement meant to show submission whilst clearly paying attention.

Tony can’t resist kissing up the side of Bucky’s face, working one of those massive shoulders under his hand. “Daddy’s not mad at you, okay Buck? You’ve been such a good boy for me. Not mad at Peter either now; he just needs to settle in and you need to help him with that. Sound doable?”

Bucky nods, eyes darting towards the bite mark. Craning his neck up, Bucky carefully licks at the wound, a clear apology on behalf of his mate, despite the one he had accepted earlier from the boy himself. Tony leans into it. JARVIS would have done something if this was an aggressive move. Years have given the AI the ability to read Bucky’s intentions like a book. Plus, Bucky is transferring some of that sweetness onto Daddy, and he’s greedy for it now that he knows it exists.

He pulls away once the man finishes. He strokes Bucky’s hair, pushing it back and admiring the stunning man beneath his hands. Those steel-blue eyes never fail to drag him under, they were the first thing he fell in love with in his pet. They scream intelligence and speak to a being who feels deeply, even if it’s hidden behind layers of brutal ability and aggression.

Sliding a hand down Bucky’s arm, he touches Peter, letting Bucky see and feel where he’s going with the motion to prevent any sudden, protective moves. Thankfully, it works - Bucky only tightens his grip a little bit on Peter, but refrains from intervening, knowing that Peter is Daddy’s first, even if instinct scream out against it.

Peter’s skin is damn near buttery in just how supple it is under his fingers. He rounds the bed, putting himself where Bucky can see as he runs greedy hands over the boy. It wakes Peter up, but with the punishment still fresh in his mind, he merely curls into Bucky’s arms and gets his fill.

“Petey.” The omega flinches, even as Tony’s tone remains even and soft. “How are you feeling, princess?”

A soft sniffle nearly breaks his heart. Bucky shushes and pulls Peter tight, rocking his hips gently to provide some sort of comfort. Maybe a grounding sensation? He hasn’t had a mated pair like these two, a lot of things are assumptions for the time being.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s okay. You’ve got Bucky here, and Daddy just wants to make sure you’re not hurting. We won’t do that ever again as long as you don’t go trying to make Daddy hurt again.” He rubs his back, the knobs of Peter’s spine reminding him that the boy hasn’t eaten since yesterday.

Bucky manages to shove his face next to Peter’s, licking up the tears leaking from his tiny mate’s swollen eyes. Being close up now, his pet looks terrible. The betas had been under strict rules not to hurt the defenseless boy, but the bruise on his cheek has Tony feeling terrible. It’s not a dark one, but still a clear sign that he’s raised a hand against the omega. Peter shouldn’t have lashed out, but it’s Tony’s job to be above lashing out in return. Apologizing is not an option. Peter had done wrong and been punished for it, but he still wishes he had reigned in the response. Peter’s punishment should have been more controlled, beginning and ending with the betas.

He runs a gentle, paternal hand through Peter’s curls, bringing in his other one to help gently break up the spunk and sweat-glued strands. Saliva is likely in there as well, but Peter will be getting a bath soon enough to straighten the mess out. It’s terrible to see his hair so flat and limp. It’s an endlessly endearing trait, and why he keeps Peter’s hair on the longer side when all of his female omegas have short bobs or complex plaits and braids to keep things neat.

“Baby.” Taking Peter’s hip in his hand and gently rolling the small amount of baby fat there, he leans down, just out of range of a bite, but still able to be heard in his hushed tone. “You need to tell Daddy where you’re hurting so he can fix it. Can you do that for me, Peter?”

The boy stays still for a few, fleeting heartbeats, before nodding. It takes him a few moments to compose himself enough to speak through his hiccups. “My - my insides. My hole - it burns. Th-they put something in it and it still hurts. E-even with Bucky inside m-me, D-daddy.”

Oh dear, maybe the beta come hurts more than he’d realized.

“Bucky, sweet boy, would you take Peter to the bathroom, please? I need to go grab something. Take a blanket with you, poor omega looks like he’s about to freeze.”

Bucky does as he’s told, gathering his tiny mate up into his arms and moving him to the bathroom. His cock now slips out and swings limply between his legs as he concerns himself with his aching sweetheart.

Going to the supply closet, he pulls out an enema kit. He keeps a wide assortment of tack, gear, medical and various other supplies in it. He has never regretted anything that made its way to the closet, and he’s glad he’d thought to keep such things on hand for times like this.

Moving back to Bucky’s kennel, he goes into the bathroom to find Bucky tongue deep in Peter’s hole, but the poor thing is still shaking and complaining of pain. Ignoring him for the time, Bucky lays himself lightly over Peter, who had been shakily holding onto the edge of the tub during his rimming session. It never fails to make his heart go just a little bit soft seeing Bucky like this. Who knew the beast really just needed a mate - a purpose, really - to bring out something so tender.

He shoos Bucky away, even as the alpha grumbles. Filling the enema with warm water, just a bit closer to the hotter side of things, he caps the bottle with its nozzle. Laying Peter in the tub and having him pull a leg up, he inserts the tip and squeezes the bottle. He has to be careful not to do too much, or the resulting cramps may be worse than the burning semen.

“Now just hold it for a moment, Peter. We’ll do it a few times to wash you out well, then you can have Bucky’s come later without any of the hurting, okay?”

“O-kay.” Curled up and twitching, but covered with a thick blanket from the bed, Peter holds still as the water does its thing.

Moving Peter to the toilet to release the water is easy when you have a 6’9” alpha willing to do some leg work. Peter is repeatedly moved from toilet to tub until the burning subsides and the tears have calmed down. Tony suspects that the tears may have been more from stress than anything now, on the other end of things, but Peter finally calms down enough for him to leave the topic alone.

“Alright, last thing, Peter. You need a bath.” And oh, how Tony would love to be the one to scrub that porcelain body and tame those curls, but that will have to wait for another day. He has work to do, and Peter likely will prefer his mate at the moment. “Bucky’s gonna get you cleaned up.”

He turns to the alpha, sitting quietly on the toilet and now trying to gather Peter into his lap. “I need you to clean him up and keep him clean. If you need to breed again, do it before the bath, but make sure you clean up his curls.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy.” He leans down, cheek turned to Bucky, who gives him a gentle, slightly scratchy kiss.

He looks at Peter. “Are you going to be nice and give Daddy a kiss, princess?”

Peter looks away, nodding.

Tony leans forward, turning his injured cheek to Peter. The little omega gives it the softest of licks and a light kiss to the damage he’s done. Tony gives them both a kiss on the forehead as a reward.

As he leaves, he calls over his shoulder, “Bucky, let JARVIS know what you two would like to eat tonight, I’ll send whatever you want down.”

With that, he exits the basement and removes himself from the mates’ lives, for now.

#starker #winterspider #peter parker #bucky barnes #tony stark #peter parker x bucky barnes #tony stark x peter parker #siliqua writes #ru tag #nff

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Seeing Red

summary: When Javier finds you, a journalist, on your way to meet with an informant, he accompanied you for safety—but ends up getting involved in the face of jealousy. (requested by @arrowswithwifi)

note: translations included at the bottom

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

warnings: swearing, uncomfortable touching, non-descriptive sexual content

rating: R

word count: 3.612k

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You look at yourself in the full-body mirror with a sigh, smoothing out the satin texture of the all-too-tight red dress you’re forcing yourself to wear tonight. You’re much more comfortable in your pantsuits and pencil skirts, but you know you’re going to have to show off your assets if you want to get anything out of your informant—as displeasing as the thought is to you.

You’ve been working as a journalist in Colombia for a while now, having flown down to get coverage of the Pablo Escobar crisis for the papers back in the States. In order to create your stories, you obviously need information, and typically you approach the key people who happen to live in your apartment building—but they’ve been unusually silent lately, not giving you so much as a crumb. This means you’ll have to get something on your own, and you’ve managed to plan a meeting with someone on the inside. You know they’re going to give you at least a little something no matter what, but you figure that dressing up like this and embracing your flirtatious side may give you just the bonus you need to create your best story yet.

Your mind momentarily wanders back to the men in your building. Your next-door neighbor, Javier Peña, is a DEA agent, and his partner Steve Murphy lives just upstairs. They became quickly acquainted with you due to your forwardness in asking them for information about Escobar, and you’d even consider them friends at this point. Often, you’ve gone out for dinners and drinks, talking about life back in the States and the chaos of living in the drug-ruled city of Medellín. They’ve started to become used to you knocking down their doors after a long day of work, asking for the latest in news. In the unique events when you have information that they don’t, you also tell them about it, and that’s how your exchange stays alive.

Javier’s the one who always gives you the most information, and he’s typically the first person you approach with new material. The first time you came by his apartment and told him you had something, he thought you’d also ask for something else in return—it’s what he was used to with his informants. With hot cheeks, you’d assured him that you didn’t need anything from him, and that it was simply a favor for all the things he’d given you already. Javier was taken aback by the sheer purity of the act, and that’s how your regular hangouts at Javier’s started happening. Even if he didn’t have anything, he just enjoyed your company, and vice versa. You can tell it’s been hard for him lately to not tell you anything, but you’re almost certain that’s because of strict orders he has to follow, or the risk of a leak ruining everything for them. You may be hungry for information, but not hungry enough to completely wreck everything they’ve worked for.

Your time spent with Javier has made you think—think more than you should. You evidently know what he has to do with his informants, or when he’s trying to cope with all the darkness he witnesses on a daily basis. You’ve seen the women come in yourself, and one time saw them just a few clothing items away from engaging in the act right outside his door. It’s been a while, though, since Javier’s brought anyone in, and you assume it’s because of the business at the embassy. Based on their secretive nature, it seems as if they’re getting a lot of good stuff that doesn’t make Javier have to do what he usually would, which is just fine for you—because you’re thinking of him. A lot more than you should. But you know you’re not occupying that same headspace for him, so you keep things the way they are.

You blink these thoughts away with your made-up lashes as you check your heels, glad that you’re familiar with at least one item you’re donning tonight. Giving yourself one last red-lipped smile of confidence, you grab your purse and head out the door, turning around to lock it behind you. As soon as you take a step towards the exit, you nearly bump right into someone else, their familiar scent of cologne mixed with smoke infiltrating your thoughts once again without hesitation.

“Sorry, Javi,” you apologize, hoping he’ll move on quickly and not notice your over-dressed appearance.

“Hey, you—” Javier begins, taking a step back to face you fully. Upon observing you completely, Javier’s dark eyes widen just a bit, his gaze involuntarily raking up and down your body. The act feels sacred, and your cheeks grow hot with a temperature that rivals the Medellín summer night. Your knees practically give out when he licks his lips before speaking again. “Wow. This is… different.” His voice is lower than you’ve heard it before, and you’re certain you’re about five seconds away from passing out.

It’s just Javi, you remind yourself. He loves the female body like all men do. That’s it—it’s just what he’s seeing on the surface. Knowing you can’t let him distract you from what you have to do, you simply offer a shrug and a smile. “Just thought I’d finally put this dress to use.”

Javier takes a step closer to you, his dark gaze glittering with an emotion you can’t identify as his fingers fumble with his aviators. “And who’s the lucky guy?”

You furrow your brow. “What do you mean?”

Javier chuckles, looking down for a moment as he stops just in front of you. He looks back up with an amused expression. “I’ve known you long enough to know that you wouldn’t just go out for a casual night in a dress like this.”

You bite your lip, trying to think of a lie but not being able to. Javier is a DEA agent, after all—interrogating is one of his specialties. “It’s not a date,” you reassure him. “It’s… a meeting.”

Javier raises an eyebrow. “What kind of meeting?” His voice is low again, and there’s an edge of darkness to it.

“With an informant,” you say, avoiding his gaze. “I need something, and you and Steve can’t tell me anything, so I’ve contacted someone else from the inside and they’re going to give me some info.” You finally gain the faith to look back at Javier, seeing that his mouth’s fallen open in slight surprise and curiosity.

“Who is it?” Javier demands, his voice failing to hide his sudden concern.

“Someone whose friend works for Escobar,” you answer, keeping your voice low just in case someone else is listening.

Javier’s eyes nearly pop out of his head at that, and he takes another step closer to you. “And you were just going to go meet them, alone, with absolutely no backup or weapons?”

You tilt your head up at him. “He seems trustworthy. He’s willing to give up the information for the sake of the city—he wants to see it get better.”

Javier lets out a frustrated chuckle, running a hand through his hair as he turns away from you for a moment. “Fuck, they all could say that. And there’s a big chance he will want something in return. You can’t go in there alone.” He looks back at you, both of his hands on his hips as he presses his lips into a firm line. “Look, why don’t I come with you, and I’ll just sit further away in case something happens. Alright?”

You sigh, looking deep into Javier’s concerned gaze. You can tell that he’s worried for you, and his words are true—there’s potential for you to get hurt in this scenario. So, you give him a nod, crossing your arms in a self-conscious effort to cover the cleavage your dress is revealing. “Sure.”

Javier offers a satisfied smile, turning on his heel to walk with you out of the building. He insists upon taking his car to the bar just in case you end up having to chase yourselves away from the situation, and after a ride filled with tense silence—a tension you can’t identify—you soon arrive to the bar. You let Javier walk inside first, letting him have quite the head start before you enter yourself. Your eyes scan the bar for your informant, who you soon spot sitting next to an empty stool. I can do this, you encourage yourself. You pucker your lips a few times to keep your lipstick fresh and saunter your way over to him, letting your hips sway a bit more than usual before you take your seat beside him.

“Hola, Rícardo,” you greet, giving him a smile as you hop up onto the stool.

“¡Ah! La encantadora María,” Rícardo remarks using your alias, his eyes examining you in the same way Javier’s did before—but making you feel much more uncomfortable. You can tell it’s just sole lust for what you’re showing off, whereas Javier’s was… different. Or maybe you’re just trying to convince yourself of that. “Tenía miedo de que huberias perdido—o que ya no quisieras verme.”

“No, señor, eso no es posible,” you assure him. “He estado muy emocionada por verte.” You keep a flirtatious smile on your lips as you speak, causing Rícardo to smirk back and lean a bit closer to you. He waves to the bartender, instructing him to bring you a drink, and once it’s in hand you try to get down to business. “¿Qué tienes para mi?”

Rícardo comes close, allowing the hand that’s not wrapped around his drink to brush against your waist as his lips brush against your ear. “Tengo muchas cosas para usted, señorita.” You fight the urge to slap his hand away, instead playing along with a giggle as you tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Pero puedo empezar con la información que quiere.”

“Perfecto.” You snake your hand into your purse, turning on the tape recorder you’ve hidden in it as you begin to prompt him. “¿Qué me puedes contar de Escobar?”

“Necesito una cosita primero, María.” You raise an eyebrow, hoping the gesture is suggestive and not questioning. “Quiero que me prometas algo.”

“¿Qué quieres que te prometa?” You keep your gaze from seeking out Javier in sudden unease.

Rícardo’s hand brushes further up your side, almost touching your breast before he slides it back down. You try not to shiver at the unwanted touch, instead returning his gaze with the most convincing look of interest you can muster. “Que me permitas ver tu hermoso cuerpo—sin el vestido.”

Your mind freezes, and you try not to make that obvious on the outside. Javier was right: this man did want something out of you. Still, you find yourself debating whether or not to oblige—Javier did this all the time, didn’t he? If he could, then so could you. This information could be vital to not only keeping your job, but also reducing the amount of influence Escobar has on the world.

You bite back a smile, deciding to take the risk as your fingertips brush over his cheek. “Ese era el plan, señor.” Rícardo chuckles, his gaze darkening with lust as you take a sip of your drink. “Entonces, ¿Qué sabes de—?”

You’re unable to get the question out as you soon feel an arm wrap around yours, forcing you off of the stool. “¡Mi amor! ¿Qué mierda es esto?” Javier’s voice snaps, and you stare up at him in disbelief. “¿Pensaste que no te encontraría?” You’re too shocked to say anything, and Javier looks at Rícardo, who’s watching with just as much surprise as yourself. “Lo siento, señor. Ella puede ser muy mentirosa.” With that, Javier soon tugs you in the direction of the exit, and the second he gets you both into the car, you’re expressing your red-hot emotions.

“What the fuck, Javi?” you exclaim, grabbing his leather jacket to shove him back in his seat. “He was just about to tell me something!”

“What do you mean, ‘What the fuck?’ I just saved your ass!” Javier insists, revving the car to life and driving away.

“How? Nothing was even happening!”

“He was touching you!”

“And I was handling it just fine, wasn’t I?”

Javier shakes his head, letting out a frustrated breath. “I know you didn’t like it, and I could read his lips—he wanted to fuck you!”

“And so what, Javier?” Your voice is full of venomous anger as you spit the words at him. “What if I did fuck him? What’s it to you?”

“That’s—you—no! What the fuck is wrong with you? You shouldn’t just do that!”

You scoff, leaning back in your seat with frustration. “El comal le dijo a la olla.”

Javier’s silent at that, his jaw clenching as his fists grip the steering wheel with more force. You reach inside your purse to turn the tape recorder off, grimacing at the waste of tape you’ve just used up. The silence between the two of you persists for a while, but soon Javier manages to piece some words together. “I couldn’t let you do that.” Javier’s voice is a bit calmer, but you can still hear the stress behind it.

“And why not?” You look over at him, seeing the tension in his shoulders as his gaze stays glued to the road. “Because you want me on your body count first?”

There’s a dark flash across Javier’s eyes, and he bites his lip to keep himself from speaking further. You let out another scoff as he parks the car in front of the building, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I knew it.” You make your anger and disappointment evident as you reach for the door handle, letting yourself out and hurrying back inside the building. You’re so enveloped by your anger that you don’t realize how closely Javier’s pursuing you, and as you unlock your apartment and step inside, he squeezes his way in behind you and closes the door with a secure lock. Quickly, he’s facing you again, his gaze revealing honesty as he finally speaks.

“It’s because you don’t deserve to be used like that,” Javier says, the words coming out in a fast and almost panicked stream. “You’re a beautiful, intelligent, and caring person who shouldn’t have to sell their body and their values for some shit on a drug lord.” He pauses, snaking his fingers through his hair anxiously before he continues. “You’re better than me, and I can’t let you make the same mistakes I have—that I regret. Heavily. You… you mean too much to me.”

Your jaw drops at Javier’s words, and you search his gaze to see if this is all a façade. But you know it isn’t—and Javier’s uncharacteristically nervous nature is enough to tell you that. His dark eyes are begging you to believe him, his chest rising and falling just a bit more quickly than usual. Your heart pounds in your chest at the realization: you’d been right before, when he’d first admired you. The thoughts you’ve been having are reciprocated, and that’s why his informants haven’t been appearing. Deciding to play along for a while, you bite back a smile, taking a step closer to him. “You were jealous, weren’t you, Peña?”

Javier clears his throat, looking anywhere but in your eyes as he tries to release his answer. “Maybe.” His voice sounds uncertain, as if he’s hoping that’s the answer you’re looking for.

“Oh.” You shrug up at him, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you see his eyes lock back into yours. “Well, if you were, I could’ve accepted that justification, because you happen to mean a lot to me, too—and I’ve had my fair share of the same feeling over your informants.” Javier lifts an eyebrow, and you flash him a sly smile before turning away from him. “But since you’re so unsure of whether that’s the reason why, then I guess you must be lying to me.” You walk towards your kitchen counter, letting your hips move in the same way they had at the bar as you set your purse down onto the countertop. You turn around to face him once again, resting a hand on the counter and the other on your hip as you stare back at him. “Or you can prove it.”

Javier’s stunned for a moment, staying in place before he dares to take a few steps forward. “Prove it?” he echoes, his voice low. “How so?”

You give another shrug, turning so that both your elbows are resting on top of the counter. Your fingers pick at the strap of your purse. “Maybe you should ask your informants, ¿sí?”

You hear Javier’s footsteps approach you, and soon his fingertips are gently pulling your chin around to face him. His dark gaze is mixed with at least a thousand emotions, and you watch as it observes you once again in your dress and then comes back to meet your own. “¿Qué quieres, querida?”

You stand up straight to fully face him, letting your hand rest on the sliver of tanned chest he’d left exposed by the few loose buttons on his shirt. Your gaze lifts back to his, where you see the lust taking over. “A ti, amor—y tu corazón.”

Javier lifts a hand to brush against the side of your face, his face leaning down closer and closer until his lips are brushing over yours. “Ya tienes ambos, hermosa.” His voice falls to a gruffly hushed whisper as he continues, his gaze looking intensely into your own. “But you can have more.”

You raise an eyebrow in response, unable to stop your smile as Javier finally seals his lips against yours. The feeling is one of sweet relief, deep love, and hot lust, sending your mind into a frenzy as your hands grip the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. His hands are all over your body—wherever he can put them, the places he’s always wanted to touch—and yours become lost in his thick hair, giving it a pull whenever he offers a squeeze. Your tongues start to dance like the cool breeze in the hot Medellín night, leaving you gasping for air when you finally separate. His forehead rests against yours as you smile at him, feeling him lift you up as you wrap your legs around his waist. He starts off in the direction of your bedroom, but you’re distracted by the sight of his lips—completely reddened by your lipstick.

“Red’s a great color on you,” you tease, biting your lip as you giggle.

Javier lets out a chuckle, easing you down onto the bed until he’s hovering over you—leaving barely any space between you. “Not as great as it looks on you,” he remarks lowly, one of his fingers fumbling with the thin strap of the dress. “Too bad it’ll have to come off.”

You raise an eyebrow at that, bringing your mouth back to his as the world blurs around you. Everything’s forgotten except for Javier—your anger, your clothes, the goddamn heat from this humid Colombian night—as you just absorb him, feel him, finally having him for yourself like you’ve wanted to. No longer fearing that you’re just another number on his body count, you let yourself get lost in the experience Javier has to offer, his actions revealing his skill as you feel yourself ascending to an entirely new level of pleasure.

When you’re trapped between the sheet of the bed and Javier’s hot skin, you truly can’t think of anything but him. The way he feels, the way he moves, it’s no surprise that the only thing coming off your lips is his name, over and over like a sacred chant. His breaths of your name between his obscenities sound like a song, flowing out to the beat of your racing heart and moving bodies. The air gets hotter, the song moves along faster, and you feel everything building up into a crescendo as you try to hide your face in Javier’s slickened neck. Instead, he takes a hold of your face in one of his hands and crashes his lips against yours. You feel as if you’ve finally lost yourself in the heat of it all as his mouth absorbs the sounds you make, your hands desperately holding onto him as if he’s the one grounding you back into reality. Once he does the same and the song starts to slow back down, Javier collapses next to you, his swollen lips leaving a trail of delicate kisses from your forehead to the tip of your nose.

“If this is what being jealous gets me,” Javier begins to joke, “then I can’t wait to see what the good shit will bring.”

You let out a breathy laugh, brushing your nose against his. “Pull another stunt like that, Peña, and I’ll fuck you up a different way.”

Javier chuckles, shrugging off your aggressive quip by bringing his mouth back to yours, reminding you of the reason why you’ll always be able to forgive him so easily.

translations:

¡Ah! La encantadora María = Ah! The lovely Maria

Tenía miedo de que huberias perdido—o que ya no quisieras verme. = I was afraid that you got lost, or that you didn’t want to see me anymore.

No, señor, eso no es posible = No, sir, that’s not possible

He estado muy emocionada por verte. = I’ve been so excited to see you.

¿Qué tienes para mi? = What do you have for me?

Tengo muchas cosas para usted, señorita. = I have many things for you, miss.

Pero puedo empezar con la información que quiere. = But I can start with the information you want.

¿Qué me puedes contar de Escobar? = What can you tell me about Escobar?

Necesito una cosita primero, María = I need one little thing from you first, Maria

Quiero que me prometas algo = I want you to promise me something

¿Qué quieres que te prometa? = What do you want me to promise you?

Que me permitas ver tu hermoso cuerpo—sin el vestido. = That you let me see your beautiful body, without the dress.

Ese era el plan, señor = That was the plan, sir

Entonces, ¿Qué sabes de—? = So, what do you know about... ?

¡Mi amor! ¿Qué mierda es esto? = My love, what the fuck is this?

¿Pensaste que no te encontraría? = You thought I wouldn’t find you?

Lo siento, señor. Ella puede ser muy mentirosa. = I’m sorry, sir. She can be very deceitful.

El comal le dijo a la olla = the pot calling the kettle (basically: look who’s talking)

¿Qué quieres, querida? = What do you want, dear?

A ti, amor—y tu corazón = You, love, and your heart

Ya tienes ambos, hermosa = You already have both, beautiful

#i'm so nervous to post this PLEASE #i'm so sorry if that was... weird?#catch me changing that into fluff in like three days #lol #javier peña #javier pena #javi peña #javier peña x reader #narcos #requests

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writefightandflightclub · 4 years

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Violent Delights (Chapter One)

Poe x Reader

Author’s note: First Order Poe! First Order Poe! I’m not well, I wrote this quickly. Probs fulla typos, soz. Cheer me up with feedback? Have a series loosely plotted in my head.

Summary: I wrapped your love around me like a chain / But I never was afraid that it would die / You can dance in a hurricane / But only if you’re standing in the eye (Brandi Carlile, The Eye)

Warnings: First Order Poe! Blood (none of this would be healthy irl, don’t do it), pain, threat, slight injury, sexual themes. Look, it’s not super explicit but it feels quite dark so: (18+ only please) Tell me if I missed any other warnings.

The first time you saw him, you were part of a counterstrike against the First Order’s foot raid on a small market town. Your commanding officer had instructed you make a tactical sweep of the labyrinth of streets -teeming with the Order’s militia- in attempt to thin out the herd of stormtroopers on the periphery of the battle. To keep it contained. But, somehow, you ended up in the thick of it.

Standing there alone, as yet unnoticed, you saw a chance to turn this thing around; a clear shot at their Commander. But you didn’t take it. And you couldn’t for the life of you explain why. For reasons unknown to you, you could only watch as he barked orders at his pack of faceless soldiers, directing them to fan out to the surrounding stalls and houses. They instigated chaos as they did so, taking people down, kicking doors open, sending crowds fleeing. They were searching for someone.

Ruthless, ordered, and efficient, a relentless wave of violence circled around the Commander as he coolly progressed down the central street. It was almost a thing of majesty. There he was, in the centre of it all; calm, like the eye of a hurricane, havoc spiralling around him. His white uniform was perfect, ordered, his curls immaculately preened, in stark contrast to the scene around him. Now, he picks his way through the chaos, undeterred by the pain and fear around him. Blood even spatters on to his suit, his cheek, his lips, and all he does is look enlivened, a sinful, crescent smile radiating across his face. He doesn’t even break his stride to swerve from the path of the confrontation, instead gracefully side-stepping. Wait, that’s it. He’s enjoying this.

He’s supercilious, full of it. Not even the slightest bit concerned that someone might shoot him. After all, who would dare to? He inspires a kind of reverence which dissuades challenge. You should shoot him, you know it, but you’re planted to the spot, completely arrested by the notorious figure. Commander Dameron of the First Order. You’d heard stories of some of his more brutal victories and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t harbour a twisted sort of admiration for the man. From what you’d heard he was formidable, cruel, almost monstrous.

By the time he notices you, it’s as if you are caught up in the eye of the storm too. The chaos winds around you both as you lock eyes, facing each other off. But this is his hurricane, and you feel no illusion of safety or control. His gaze had snapped to you, cutting through you as quickly and ruthlessly as the slash of a knife. You still feel the piercing glint of his eyes even after he has looked away from you, towards a stormtrooper manhandling someone out of a nearby building, kicking them to the dirt at the Commander’s feet.

The captive’s family, mere shapes to you at this point, huddle and sob, held back by a contingent of the remaining armed troops. Even then you cannot look away from him. Not even as he grabs the man and drags him along the floor by the scruff of his jacket, dropping him face first in front of you and planting a boot to his back, pinning him in the dirt.

Then, here he is, face-to-face with you. The only one in the street who has been stupid enough not to have fled already. Of course, apart from those held against their will. Although, you feel you have been held against your will in some sense; he has you rooted firmly where you stand, a prisoner by his willing it alone.

“Don’t Resistance fighters reckon themselves to be heroes?” If his eyes were knives his voice is the honeyed trap of a predator, tempting you on to his teeth. Conscientiously, he licks the blood from his lips which had been spattered there. The gesture should repulse you. It should.

He doesn’t say anything else, but he doesn’t have to. His point is made. Your heroism is lacking. You’re not running, but you’re not helping either. You’re not fighting. He sneers, teeth glisten like a hunter toying with its prey.

Then, he whistles, and with a well-practised wave of his hand signals his desired formation to the stormtroopers. They have every vantage point covered. If you were about to do something, heckin’ anything at all would probably be a solid improvement. You suddenly remember you are holding a blaster, at least, and begin to bring it up to meet his chest, feeling like you should.

“Ah ah.” He scolds “Drop that.”

You drop it. You don’t even hesitate. You probably shouldn’t have done so, but he’s so charismatic, captivating, that you think you might do anything he told you to. That’s it then. You are officially done for and that’s all it took. You weren’t worthy of the Resistance after all. The Commander smiles though. And that makes you feel worthy.

“Good, sugar. Obedient, aren’t you? I like that. Helps me get what I want.” Why do his words twist a tight knot into the pit of your stomach? Why do you feel keen to please him and have him praise you again? You could climb inside the cave of his mouth and have him bite you like ripe fruit. A deep shame surfaces at the thought of how willingly you submit to him.

He releases his foot from between the captive’s shoulder blades and flicks his hand; the troopers fit the prisoner with stun cuffs and cart him off towards a speeder as the Commander walks right up to you. You don’t flinch, you barely react -how pathetic are you?- even as he puts himself almost nose-to-nose with you. His lips quirk in amusement. His eyes scrutinise you, pupils dilated and black as gunmetal. You fall into them, a dark pit you can’t climb out of. You’ll never see the light of day again. “I don’t even have to tell you to look at me. I like that too.” His voice makes you clench deep down inside.

A flush spreads across your cheeks as he smiles at you a little too knowingly. He knows he’s handsome. He can blatantly tell you know it too. It’s somewhat humiliating. But at this point you barely care if he humiliates you. The Commander’s eyes flash with anger as an impatient stormtrooper interupts; “Perhaps we should move towards the...” The superior man raises his hand, signalling he requires silence, his eyes fluttering closed. He gets what he wants. You figure he mostly does. And then, he casually trails the back of his raised hand over your cheek, where your face burns hot. His touch is feather light but even that is enough. “Am I making you flushed?”

“Don’t touch me.” You say weakly, not even sure that you mean it. You silently admonish yourself for your weakness, but it changes nothing.

“For a member of the Resistance. You’re not resisting very hard.”

“Would you enjoy it more if I resisted?”

You finally muster some sense of self and backhand him, as hard as you can across his face. The force of it throws his head to the side. Your heart pounds as you await whatever reaction you may have provoked. But all he does is bite his lip and laugh gently, as if he likes it. He’s high enough, on the battle, on spice, on you maybe, that he feels only a dull yet wicked throb of pain. It’ll take more than that. He tongues his lip and tastes that he is bleeding. “I’ve half a mind to make you lick this off. But I think you might enjoy that.” Your face grows hotter. Are you so transparent? You feel like he could offer you what you want and you would gladly beg for it.

Another impatient stormtrooper asks if they should stun-cuff you too. The Commander simply crouches and picks up your blaster, pocketing it.

“No. Let her go back to her base knowing she did nothing but moon over me. Fan out and shoot any survivors.” He says coldly, turning his back on you.

“No!” You finally shout, voice thick, the spell broken. You’re not sure whether you’re protesting the order or him leaving. You’ve never seen anyone so delicious. Either way, you know it is futile. “You can’t!”

He whips his head back to you and grabs you by the hair at the nape of your neck. “I can do whatever I want.” He puckers his bloodied lips, planting an iron kiss to your mouth. In payback for his bust lip he sucks your bottom lip between his teeth and bites down until he tastes the fresh tang of blood. A cry of pain and only partially of pleasure escapes you. His eyes darken at the sound, even as you spit a mouthful of blood across the lapels of his white uniform.

“You’ll pay for that insolence.” he promises, voice silk. “You’ll pay in ways I like.” His hand still clutching harshly at your hair, a moan escapes your lips, your body responding readily to his suggestion as well as the pain sparking across your scalp. He swallows thickly, his composure slipping ever so slightly, before he swivels on his boots and tracks back the way he came from.

You feel the sting of him on your lip long after he’s left. You’re guessing he also feels the same sensation. A reminder of your enemy. A reminder that you did nothing. You froze. You’re not sure how you will explain this one away, but you manage to, somehow, and get through the debrief once back at base.

What’s even harder to justify is that when you get back to the safety of your bunk, your hand winds down below your waistband and between your legs. You imagine Commander Dameron whispering lewd orders into the shell of your ear, praising you as he makes you pay in ways he likes.

You end a trembling, wet mess, and afterwards, you feel disgusted with yourself. Lusting after a Commander of the First Order seems unforgiveable. But something about what’s forbidden also feels exhilarating to you. You might be a “rebel” but he was right, you always were so obedient. A small part of you dearly wants to break the rules. It’s just a harmless fantasy, right? It can’t hurt, can it? At least, not if you stay in the eye of the hurricane.

You feel such violent delight at the prospect.

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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years

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Sunday Smut Concept #18

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: I started writing something else, but I couldn't not write this one. I found some inspo and we have this filthy blurb! Enjoy🙃

This is Harry and Y/n hands down!

Harry always loved taking you from behind. He could’ve had his mouth on you, or his cock inside of you. Either way, he loved you being on your front as he did it.He loved having you on your tummy as you took every inch of him inside of you. He loved pushing you into the bed and just giving you everything he had. The sight of you going completely limp as he fucked his cock into you over and over again was unlike any other. In this position, he also loved gripping onto the supple and soft flesh of your ass in his hands and watching it jiggle with every thrust.

But what he enjoyed the most about this position would be your second hole. You two hadn’t ventured out into the realm of anal, but Harry was dying to try it with you. He couldn’t stop fantasizing about pushing his cock into your extremely tight hole. To curve his “appetite” for this, he never forgot about your hole when he had his mouth on you. He’d always lap his tongue from bottom to top. From your puffy clit, all the way up to the tight, puckered, and sensitive ring of muscles. He’d even bury his face there, swirling and prodding his tongue around the area while listening your very satisfied moans.

This strong desire Harry had to give anal a try stemmed directly from all the times he took you from behind. He never failed to get the perfect view of your puckered hole. And after repeatedly seeing it, his mind began to drift and venture out to the possibility of one day stuffing your second hole with his cock. This happened every time fucked you, and this time was anything but an exception.

Harry was giving his cock to you nice and hard from behind. You were completely collapsed against the bed, while Harry towered over (well more like mounted) you from behind. He had a tight grip on your ass, pushing the flesh up and apart to give himself a good view of your puckered hole, and leverage to pin your hips down tighter against the bed. He had an absolutely gorgeous sight in front of him. He got to see two amazing things. You on the verge of passing out, and still continuing to take his cock like the good girl you are. And he got the best view of your deliciously puckered hole, that was pretty much begging him for his cock. Your moans and cries eventually became background noise because Harry’s focus was directed right to your ass. The image of you in the same position that you were in now, enjoying the feeling of Harry plunging his cock into your ass over and over again flooded his mind. He could only imagine how much tighter your ass would be in comparison to your cunt when he would finally have the opportunity to push his cock inside. Just the thought alone could make Harry cum. And judging by the way you were clenching around his cock, neither you or Harry were going to last that much longer.

Periodically, Harry would spit down on your hole and watch his saliva run from your hole, all the way down to where his cock was moving in and out of your sopping pussy. Whenever he did this, he always though about how he’d get you all nice and wet before he pushed into the much tighter hole. Whenever he did this, or when he just hit the right spot that was deep in your tummy, you’d always clench up. Both holes would do it. As he continued to fuck you, he’d feel your pussy tighten at the sensation, and he’d watch your ass clench around nothing. This alone drove him wild. This was not only due to the fact that the thought of your ass clenching around his cock flooded his mind when you did this, but it was also because you had the ability to tease him when you were in the most vulnerable position.

Seeing and thinking all of these things at once was really getting to Harry and it motivated him to do something that he always wanted to do. He spits down onto your puckered hole once more, following that up by releasing one of your cheeks and bringing his thumb down to your hole. He circles it around the rim, taking in the even louder, more surprised cries that were leaving your mouth before slowly pushing the tip of his thumb in. When he does this, you immediately begin to choke on your moans at the unfamiliar feeling. The weird feeling that came along with this new thing was completely overshadowed with a euphoric one from how good it felt. Having his thumb inside your other hole felt amazing. It was like you felt complete.

Harry could tell that you were loving this simply from the way you were clenching around his thumb.

“Y’like havin’ both holes stuffed baby?” Harry pants from behind, pushing his thumb a little bit further into you.

In response, all you do is whimper and clench even tighter around his thumb.

“Yes baby, clench around my thumb.” Harry praises, feeling his own release coming up on him. “Wanna cum sweet girl?” He pants, feeling your walls tighten up even more for him.

“Mhm” You whimper pitifully to him, too caught up in how good his thumb feels inside you to even formulate a yes.

“Cum ‘round daddy’s cock baby. Cum with daddy.” Harry instructs. And right then and there, you let go for and around him. As you’re riding the wave of your own release, Harry can feel both of your holes contracting around him. That just about does it for Harry. His thrusts come to an abrupt halt, keeping his hips tight against your ass as his cum spills inside of you. The feeling of having both of your holes clench around him was completely unmatched. For a second, Harry even wished that he had two dicks so that he (and you) could feel the pleasure from both ends. But that thought was quickly dismissed when he remembered that you could only take but so much, and by doing that, he’d break you in half.

Once you both milked every last drop of each other, Harry pulls his thumb from your ass (making sure to watch it instantly shrink back to it’s original tight and puckered state) and his cock from your pussy before falling back onto the bed next to you.

“You’d be so tight.” Harry hums dreamily, breaking the momentary silence that fell over the room.

“Is my pussy not tight enough for you?” You ask “offendedly”, turning over onto your back and looking over at him.

“That’s not what I meant. Your pretty little cunt is always nice and tight f’me baby.” Harry reassures you, turning over onto his side to press a kiss to your forehead. “S’just that m’already 2 for 3 and I really want to feel and be inside all of you. Even if it ends up being just one time.” Harry explains to you.

Upon hearing this, your thoughts on trying out anal completely shift. At first, you were very unsure. But after how good it felt to have Harry’s thumb inside and hearing him out, you were willing to give it a try.

“Try asking me when I wake up from my nap and you may, just may get the answer you want.” You concede, deciding to keep him hanging for a little bit longer. You push yourself closer to him, resting your head against his chest as his arms instantly wrap around you.

“S’gonna be so good.” Harry sighs optimistically, tightening his arms around you in excitement.

“Mm, we’ll see.” You mumble in response before dozing off to sleep.

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BTS - They use sex toys with their girlfriend (all members)

Contains Soft smut. Hard smut. Various sex toys and aids. Fluff. Rimming. Anal play. Jungkook’s birthday. Mentions of marriage.

Set at various points in each member’s relationship with their headcanon girlfriend, these scenarios contain a lot of essential plot elements, Easter eggs and minor spoilers for future fics.

You may also be interested in our scenarios where the members visit an adult toy store with their girlfriends (please note Jimin’s scenario here takes place with an ex girlfriend - Angel)

Find out more about our headcanon universe and original characters here

To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here: RM / Jin / Suga / J-Hope / Jimin / V / Jungkook

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Rated content below the cut

Jimin (& Ara)

Set around 9 months before Jimin’s military enlistment

“How did it go?” Jimin’s smile was obvious as she walked through the door, placing her set of house keys in the ceramic dish on the top of the cabinet in the hallway. She cast an eye on the wooden furniture a little unfavourably, thinking that she would have to repaint it to match the pastel wallpaper she had picked out to redecorate the apartment. Her thighs ached like mad, but she matched his grin as she slipped her handbag from her shoulder and wrapped her arms around her boyfriend.

“I messed up a few steps.” Her fingers splayed across his shoulder blades, holding him close with a blush. “I never was a natural dancer.”

“It gets easier.” He promised. “I messed up all the time when I just started out.”

She pulled away with a timid smile. “I doubt that’s true.”

“It is.” He laughed. “And you have a better voice than me. I bet they’ll want you as lead vocalist.”

“Maybe…” She pressed her cheek to his, admiring how soft his skin was against hers and the fragrant, fruity scent of shampoo from his sandy hair. “You smell nice.”

“I had a bath.”

“Lucky for some.” She smirked, pressing her lips to his skin. With the older members enlisting, he had never had so much free time. At least he was keeping on top of the housework, she thought to herself. They had moved in together the month before, shortly before her audition, and while there was still work to do on the decor, his apartment was beginning to feel more homely to her.

“You could have one too?” He suggested. The claw tub was a new addition to the bathroom and one which had been getting plenty of use since she had started dance practice, with her limbs often sore and achy when she came home in the evening. Jimin had been able to help with that too...there was a bubble bath he had recommended to ease her tired muscles and, she had to admit, it had worked wonders so far.

“Maybe…in a bit.” She shrugged. Having showered after practice, all she wanted for now was to get out of her tight exercise clothes and into her favourite pajamas. With a quick peck to the lips, she led the way into their shared bedroom, loosening the cord on her latex pants as he closed the door behind them.

“Do you have a name yet?” He asked as she slid her pants down her legs, feeling his mischievous eyes burning into her backside as she revealed her panties. Even in comfy shorts, she knew he found her sexy.

“Me or the group?” She turned with a grin.

“Both.”

She shrugged, moving onto the figure-hugging vest. “Not yet. We have some ideas…”

“Care to share?” The soft sound of settling bedsprings filled the room as he climbed casually onto the duvet, watching her unclasp the front fastening of her sports bra.

“It’s a secret.” She grinned, pulling the grey fabric away from her perky breasts and watching as his eyes roamed over her gentle curves. “I think Ara’s easy enough to remember though.” Moving her hands to the back of her head, she unfastened the band which held her hair up, allowing the dyed locks to fall over her shoulders. The ends were a little curled from the shower and brushed her collarbones.

“It’ll make things a lot easier...if you keep your name.” He agreed, slowly getting up from the bed to join her.

“Yeah.” She agreed, bridging the gap between them with a small smile. She pressed her lips gently to his. “I wanted to thank you…”

“For what?” Jimin asked, unable to stop himself from smiling at her sweet taste.

She sighed quietly. “I know you had something to do with getting me the audition.” His coy expression a moment later told her everything she needed to know and she hit his shoulder lightly with her fist, grinning.

He let out a cry of pain, mocking her, before he held her steady by the hips, looking her in the eye. “I thought you didn’t want to be an idol.” He teased.

She felt herself blush even harder, her cheeks stained pink. “I just want to sing...” She shrugged shyly. “It doesn’t matter where.”

Jimin touched his palm to her cheek, cupping her face. “I love you…”

She felt her chest flutter at the sight of him, his warm touch so tender after a hard, tiring day, and found herself pressing her lips against his once more, opening her mouth against his - wanting him to know how much she appreciated having him around - having his love. He moaned into her mouth as she flattened her body against his, feeling her bare breasts against his chest. A moment later, his lips were kissing them gently, sucking the little buds of her nipples as she moaned above him, moving her hands from his shoulders, to his hair, to his cheeks, unable to find a stable position to hold them in.

Feeling worked up, she eased him away from her breasts and edged him towards the edge of the bed, pushing him gently into the covers by the centre of his chest. With a grin, he let out a soft cry as he fell, bouncing his body a little dramatically on the pale-green duvet as her hands moved to his jeans.

“What are you doing?” He grinned, looking up at her as she unfastened the metal button above his zipper and began the process of freeing him from the confines of his clothes. He didn’t protest, instead aiding her by raising his hips when she moved onto his white shorts, and spreading his legs as she nestled between them on the covers. “Oh!” He let out a gasp as her lips closed around him, sinking down his length as her fingers probed further down, nails grazing his balls, moving lower still until they reached his thighs. He didn’t have time to think through what she was doing and intuitively lifted his hips as she pushed him back, his cock slipping from her mouth as she moved between his arse cheeks and began to lick around the tight pucker of his anus.

“Does that feel good?” She asked, allowing her saliva to pool around his opening before trailing her tongue along the skin. He could only nod, though she couldn’t see it and, taking his low moans as a good sign, continued to lick him gently.

“Oh, baby.” He cried, maneuvering himself to slide his arms from the loose material of his baggy shirt and lifting it over his head. She smirked at the change in motion, pulling back to observe his naked body as he lay spread-eagled on the bed. Her eyes darted to the only remaining item of clothing and she let out a small, breathy laugh.

“Do you want me to get your socks?” She offered.

He grinned in reply and she slid them from his feet, throwing them to the floor. Running his hands through his hair, he looked a little embarrassed. “Do you still have that vibrator I bought you?” He asked with a blush, his cheeks stained.

“It’s in my draw, why?”

He smiled. “It might feel good if you…”

He did not need to finish. She brushed past the bundle of socks and underwear in the bottom cabinet before finding what she was looking for. It was bubblegum pink, but she didn’t think that would matter. Turning it on with a soft hum, she returned to the bed and got herself comfy on the sheets, moving the little bullet along the pucker of skin she had moistened with her tongue. The sounds he made below her were enough to tell that the vibe had been a good call and she couldn’t help but wonder whether this was his first time trying this.

“Do you want me to put it inside?” She asked timidly, not knowing if it would feel good or not.

“It’s okay…” He whispered, protesting gently.

With a smile, she moved back in, giving him a tentative lick before rubbing the area gently, massaging him with the little toy as he whined in pleasure. She became lost in her motions, knowing she was pleasuring him in a way she had never done before, and almost forgot about his erection until he came, harshly, spilling himself on his toned stomach. Her tongue continued for a moment longer until it became obvious he was too sensitive from his orgasm and wanted her to stop.

Wiping her lips, she moved away slowly, almost unable to believe what she had just done. He looked at her in awe as she climbed from the bed, wiping her lips gently with the back of her hand.

“I hope you liked it.” She smiled, turning the device off and moving onto her panties which, in the moment, she had forgotten all about. “I’m going for a bath now.” She smirked, feeling his eyes on her as she left the room.

RM (& Ji-eun)

Set two days after the events of ‘RM’s girlfriend teases anal sex’

“Do you really have to go back?” The sheer black fabric skimmed her thighs, revealing the lacy panties underneath as she moved closer to the double bed where her boyfriend sat, propped up against the headboard, dressed in his boxers. The sight of her in the doorway made him stir, but the prospect of returning back to base the next day caused him to sigh.

“You know I do baby.” He shook his head, gesturing for her to move closer so he could admire her body in the new lingerie she had bought. The fleshy curves of her breasts arched over the delicate trim of the bodice and he wanted nothing more than to run his fingertips along them and watch her skin soften to his touch. The burgundy dress she had worn to the group dinner the previous evening was not her usual colour, but it had suited her immensely; the slit which ran along her thigh allowing him to caress her skin under the table. He had wanted her so badly last night, but she had fallen asleep upon their return to the shared apartment, the cocktails which had accompanied her plate of spaghetti causing her to pass out while he brushed his teeth in the en-suite.

Instead of moving towards him, she eyed the half full bottle of red she had opened two evenings before, shortly after he had returned home. He watched her reach for it and protested gently.

“It’s only 3pm…” Her hand snapped away and she looked at him seductively, a single eyebrow raised. “Come here…” He beckoned, pulling the bedsheet aside to allow her to straddle his lap as he pressed his mouth to hers. She opened her lips against him, running her hands along his bare shoulders, her fingernails gently skimming his skin. Pulling away, he admired her up close; the trails of dark hair which had slipped from her high, casual bun he tucked behind her ear as he kissed her again. He felt her moan against him as her fingers brushed his erection, softly at first, before holding his strained outline through the fabric of his underwear.

Moving one hand from his body, she reached over to the bedside table, her lips never leaving his as she blindly rummaged through the top draw. He was about to ask what she was searching for, but a moment later she broke the kiss with a smile.

“Do you want this on?” She asked, holding up a small, black object.

His mouth opened wordlessly as he looked at the cock ring, remembering how they had bought it together early on in their relationship. It had been part of a set, to be enjoyed by couples, but the fact it was so casually stored in the bedside table told him that it must have worked just as well for solo pleasure. The thought of her using this against her clit while he was away made him twitch against her crotch.

“Mmhmm.” He finally answered, savouring her touch as she silently grasped his waistband and slid his boxers down a couple of inches, enough to free his throbbing cock. He kissed her warm chest as she switched on the device, moving it down his member slowly; the sensation of being squeezed and constricted incredibly sexy as her hands followed, cupping and grasping him. Gently, he eased her bra underneath her nipples, watching more of her skin become visible and cupping her breasts from underneath, feeling their comforting weight in his palms. Her panties were damp against his thigh as she gently moved her hips, angling herself to allow contact with her clit, and he smoothed his fingers beneath the crotch, feeling the neat, straight trip of her pubic hair and the soft, wet skin below.

“Slip it in…” She whispered, pressing her lips to his forehead and resting on her knees to allow him to adjust position beneath her, holding himself straight as he nudged past the gusset of her panties, pressing inside her. She let out a cry as she settled against his lap, his cock filling her and the low, pulsating vibrations of the ring spreading through her lower lips. Gently, they began to rock together as she wrapped her arms tightly behind his neck, holding him close.

“Does it feel good?” He asked breathlessly.

“Yeah…” She moaned. “My clit feels amazing…”

“You feel amazing…” He replied, moving his hands to support the firm cushion of her backside as she shifted above him to rest her weight on the soles of her feet, angling more of her pussy against the soft hum of the vibrator as she began to move once more on his cock. He kept his hands against her bottom, encouraging her as she rode him.

“I’m so wet…” She gasped, feeling her eyes begin to roll back in her skull at the sensation spreading through her clit.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” He grunted, feeling his own orgasm from deep within his balls, the tight, delicious sensation of the ring combined with her slick warmth encouraging his climax.

“Yeah…” She moaned, her black hair clinging to her forehead which shone with perspiration. Her thighs and calves were beginning to ache from the position she was in and she didn’t think she could keep up her movement much longer.

“Cum around my cock…” He said between gritted teeth, watching as she gasped for breath above him, smoothing the damp strands away from her face as she whined.

“I’m cumming…” She finally cried out, fighting the cramp in her calf which threatened her balance as she kept up the rigorous pace. In reply he moaned, feeling her squeezing him down below, massaging the head of his cock while the vibe worked the base. “Fill me up…” She begged, tipping herself over the final edge as she reached her climax.

He followed moments after, clutching her forearms to hold her steady as he pumped himself into her, grinding his hips against her pubic bone as he came. Her breath was ragged and he switched off the device quickly, knowing she would be sensitive and needing to be held still for a few moments more before he finally pulled out of her, his aftermath messy on the sheets and her black panties.

They were quiet as they cleaned up. He changed the bedsheets as she showered, before stepping in himself as she left the room. She was already sleepy when he returned, despite it being early, and he stroked her bare calf lovingly as he joined her on top of the bedsheets. Cautiously, he opened his mouth to speak - to reassure her that he would be on vacation again before she knew it, but she turned away, curling her body against the duvet.

“I don’t want to think about it…” She murmured, as though anticipating what he was going to say.

“Okay.” He agreed and nestled himself against her body.

Jin (& Min-seo)

Set 3 months after the events of ‘Trouble in Paradise’

“You feel so good…” Jin cried out gently, running his hand along her hair as she worked him slowly, her lips wrapped lovingly around his cock. He was laid flat on the bed, eyes half-shut as he focussed on the pleasure she was giving him, her body nude and warm, curled at the bottom of the sheets.

Having been away from her for so long, he could never take moments like this for granted, and he could tell she was likewise getting so much from being able to have him again; to kiss and hold him whenever she liked without having to worry that he would eventually have to leave her.

Her pace was moderate, working him up slowly, and when she eventually pulled away and his eyes snapped open he couldn’t help but be thankful that she hadn’t tipped him over the edge; that he could love her more with his body. As she moved up, he cupped the bottom of her swollen breasts, running his thumbs gently over her hard nipples as she hovered above him.

“Is this okay?” He asked gently, keeping his touches light.

“Yeah…” She whispered, pressing herself into him, allowing him to be more kneady in his motions.

He complied, squeezing her breasts with the palm of his hands and enjoying the full sensation between his fingertips. “Not too hard?” He questioned cautiously.

“No...it’s fine.” She bent down to kiss him lips, her breath heavy and sweet, before moving away. He watched as she took his hands in hers and gently pulled them away from her chest, replacing them with her own as she held the edges of her breasts and moved back down the bed. He let out a surprised moan when she took his cock between them, sliding her breasts along the shaft. He watched from his awkward angle, his head propped up against two pillows, as the pink head of his cock disappeared between her fingers, cushioned in the valley she created between her full breasts. Beyond that, his eyes moved along her body; soft in all the right places; her skin radiant and beautiful.

“Min-seo…” He cried out, unable to help himself. He saw her smile tenderly, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him as she continued pleasuring him with her breasts, only stopping once she began to ache. Slowly, she pulled away and sat up on the bedsheets, holding his hands as he joined her in an upright position.

The massage oil had been both of their ideas, though he had been to get it by himself, browsing the aisles of the small store a little timidly. He knew her body was starting to feel more sore than usual, and the candles seemed like a fun way to help her in the bedroom. He reached for the small jar and blew out the flame, allowing it to cool on the bed stand for a few minutes as they kissed sweetly.

“It smells like birthday…” She grinned as he pulled away, making his stomach flutter pleasantly as he poured a little of the hot substance onto the palm of his hands. Slowly, he reached for her shoulders and began to massage her skin, applying enough pressure to ease her stiff neck as he watched the liquid pool along her collarbones. She closed her eyes and he paused.

“It’s not too hot?” He asked, stopping his motions as a precaution.

“No…” She said reassuringly, her voice gentle as he once again began to ease the oil into her skin. He moved over her chest to her breasts, which he knew were feeling sensitive; more responsive to his touch. He took another handful of the oil, now much cooler, and slowly circled her flesh, running his wet fingers along the peaks of her nipples, pinching them slowly between his fingers as she moaned.

“That feels good…” She whined, her eyelashes brushing her cheeks as her mouth lulled open. “Keep doing it…” She asked, her voice breathy and high-pitched.

“They look so beautiful.” He whispered, circling her areolas with his fingertips before massaging the fleshier part of her bust in his palms, his soft moans of pleasure soon joining hers. Eventually, her moans began to quieten and he sensed she was becoming too sore. He took a final handful of the oil and moved further down, rubbing it over the curve of her stomach lovingly; his hand pausing in the centre for a few moments, before pulling away. She was watching him with a smile and, when he stopped, she kissed his mouth gently.

“Do you want me to try?” She asked with a timid, if slightly mischievous, grin. He nodded, letting out a breathy laugh as she reached over his body and took the candle in her hand, dipping in her fingers to collect the last of the lavender-scented liquid which had started to solidify at the bottom. She started at his shoulders, as he had done with her, and worked her fingers along his bare pectorals, making his tanned skin sheen in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Their gaze met.

“Do I look like a bodybuilder?” He asked, face straight. A moment of silence passed between them before they let out a mutual cry of laughter and she toppled into him, snuggling her face against his wet, oily chest and dropping the now-solid candle onto the thick pile of duvet as she tried to calm down.

V (& Cassandra)

Set shortly after the events of Jin’s wedding, around a year and a half into their relationship

Cassandra’s cries were low and strained around his cock as he ran his palm along her fleshy backside, squeezing her flesh gently with a grunt, before dipping his fingers between her cheeks. Slowly, he dipped his fingertips in her cunt, pushing through the tight ring of her opening and moaning when he felt her mouth vibrate against him; her pleasure echoing through his body as he fingered her gently.

Her movements were slow to the point of being agonising, but he enjoyed how wet her mouth was; how her saliva dribbled from between her lips and down the shaft of his erection, collecting in his bush of pubic hair as her filled her. She had kept the position, her body tightly curled into itself and resting on her knees with her head in his lap, for the past half hour and her eyes had begun to stream a little; long lines of thick mascara running down her cheeks. Still, she was holding out; determined to keep him in her mouth until he stopped her, his fingers constantly playing with her pussy and the cold, metal plug in her arsehole, but keeping her from orgasm until she gave in and begged him for it.

He shifted his hand once more, moving to the edge of the plug which filled her up, feeling blindly along its edges until he had a tight enough hold on it to slip it out, centimeter at a time, hearing and feeling her moans beneath him, before pushing it back in slowly, stretching her. His lips parted in concentration as he repeated the motion, her heavy breathing becoming more and more pronounced as he stimulated her.

He felt himself slip out of her mouth, the cool air of the bedroom hitting his erection as she let out a full-bodied, cathartic groan, taking in a few gasps of refreshing air without the constriction of his cock in her throat. He stopped his motions against her, letting go of the plug to grasp the slippery base of his penis and move it against her parted lips.

“Keep sucking…”

J-Hope (& Nana)

Set shortly before Hoseok’s military enlistment, around six months into their relationship

“I’m starting to think this was a mistake…”

Hoseok’s was good-humoured but a little out of breath behind her, his fingers digging into her sides as his hips refused to slow and she sensed an edge of panic in his voice.

“Are you close?” She asked. It wasn’t that she was frustrated with him, but her body had started to ache and her last orgasm, the second of the evening, had left her feeling a little drained. The bedsheets were still a little damp below her forearms from where she had come, surprising them both.

“No…” He answered honestly, eyebrows furrowing into his forehead as he loosened his tight clutch on her bony hips, sensing she was getting a little bored with doggy. If limbs could speak, she thought, they would be thanking her, as he slipped from her opening, as rigid as ever, and she eased herself onto her back. The patchwork quilt was soft against her skin as she settled down, smoothing the damp lock of hair from Hoseok’s slick forehead as he nestled against her. He kissed her sweetly, his toothy smile pressing against her lips as he stood at the edge of the bed and wrapped her long legs around his waist. She felt him enter her, long and stiff against her inner walls, and knew he wasn’t lying when he said he was not yet close.

“I don’t think I can cum again…” She said a little weakly as he broke the kiss, voice full of apology.

He shook his head, forehead wrinkled, equally apologetic. “I don’t expect you to.”

He hadn’t needed the viagra; in fact, Nana thought, he could probably live to a hundred and still be able to get it up without needing an aid, but he had been curious, wanting to see if it would make the sensation even more pleasurable. Now, an hour later, he was beginning to panic.

“Do you want me on top?” She offered, watching his brow become increasingly sweaty beneath his red fringe.

“We can try…”

They once more switched positions, and she crouched over his body, feet flat against the bed and supporting her weight by clutching the headboard with both hands, hoping the bigger movements as she eased herself onto his cock would allow him to finish. He watched as she moaned above him, the head of his penis hitting her deep and causing her to scrunch her eyes shut, despite the fact her body was too exhausted to manage another orgasm. Her tightly wound curls bounced in all directions as she kept up the pace for another five minutes, enjoying the way his hands roamed along her ribcage and the outlines of her pronounced stomach muscles as she made love to him. Eventually, her hips began to slow and she opened her eyes.

“I don’t think I can keep going.” She muttered breathily, finally stopping. He was still hard inside her and she slipped him out. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be...I shouldn’t have done that.” He uttered sympathetically, seeing how tired she was.

She smirked, kneeling on the sheets as she tied her hair back with a band she kept on the bedside table. “No you shouldn’t.”

“Lesson learned.” He smiled a little worriedly.

She moved against his upright body, shifting into a more comfortable position. “Maybe if I suck you…”

He shook his head. “You’ve done enough.” Pressing his lips to her cheek, he sighed against her. “I love you so much Nana.”

“I love you too.”

They were silent for a moment, and she observed the way he kept his hand resting lightly on his shaft, fingertips skimming the rosy and flushed head. “Maybe you should masturbate.” She suggested, seeing the way his face relaxed; his body craving its release.

“Yeah, maybe…” He seemed cautious, as though worried she would be offended, but she smiled easily.

“Let me wash myself, and I’ll come and help you.”

“You don’t have to do that…” He looked at her seriously, feeling embarrassed for putting her through this. “Go take a shower…”

She pressed her lips once more to his soft cheek, happy to find his skin did not feel so clammy as it had minutes before. “Okay…” She agreed, getting off the bed slowly to ease the pain in her limbs and joints. She showered quickly, eager to make sure Hoseok was okay, and was happy to find he seemed almost there when she came back into the bedroom. His eyes snapped open at the sound of the bedroom door opening, and his eyes roamed over her naked form, his left hand frantically working himself at a rate she had never seen before.

With a relieved smile, she perched beside him, moving her hand over his to help him along.

“Nana…” He whined, meeting her eyes across the short space, his hand moving to palm the scant swell of her breast, her nipples hard against his skin.

“You’re nearly there…” She whispered soothingly, letting out a small whimper as he squeezed her skin gently, enjoying how sensitive her breasts felt in his hand as he moved to touch the other.

“I think I’m going to…” Before the words left his lips, she felt the warmth of his seed against her fingers, seeping across her skin from the tip of his cock, his ejaculation taking them both by surprise.

“Oh…” She let out a little gasp, but encouraged him to finish, stroking the flushed head gently as he continued to spurt. Eventually, his breathing slowed and he stopped his movements. Looking at his expression, she thought she had never seen him look so tired.

“Woo.” He let out a long, slow breath of air, making her grin. “That’s a relief...I thought we were going to have to call a doctor.”

Suga (& Jeong-sun)

Set around 8 months after they meet again following Yoongi’s discharge from the military

“Oh fuck!”

Jeong-sun’s thighs trembled beneath Yoongi’s hands as she continued to grid herself against his tongue, his mouth open and sucking at her desperately, taking her clitoris between his lips and encouraging her to move against him, wanting to tip her over the edge. She clutched at the metal bedframe with both hands, steadying her body as she felt a wave of heat wash over her, making her toes curl and body clench with pleasure. She felt him moan beneath her, his nose nudging at her clitoris as tongue entered her, savouring her taste on his tongue. She clung to the frame, knuckles turning white as she tried to keep her weight on her shaking knees, breath finally slowing as the waves began to ebb away through her body. Her cheeks felt warm and she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to get a grip over her body which she seemed to have lost all control over. She wasn’t sure how long she was still for, but when she opened her eyes again, she became suddenly aware that Yoongi was still beneath her, his face buried beneath her crotch and between her thighs.

“Sorry Yoongi…” She murmured breathily, sounding less apologetic than she truly felt in her exhausted state as she slowly moved away from his body, having ridden his face for the past ten minutes. He licked his lips lavisciously and she couldn’t help but laugh out loud, quickly handing him a tissue from the box on the bedside table to wipe his face. He slowly sat up, joining her against the pillows as her heart rate finally slowed.

“How was that?” He asked, straight-faced as he curled the tissue into a bundle and threw it across the room. She watched it hit the litter basket with a smirk.

“That shot or the orgasm?” She asked equally dryly.

He grinned gummily, revealing nothing and she couldn’t help but match it, feeling her chest grow warm. Slowly, her body aching and tired, she crawled onto his naked lap, straddling his body closely and stroking the back of his black hair.

“I read somewhere sex was supposed to get worse once you got married.” She quipped, meeting his soft gaze.

In reply, he scrunched his nose in mock-disgust, making a face which caused her to laugh out loud. “Where did you read that?”

She shrugged lightly, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. “I think it was in a magazine at the dentist’s office.”

He laughed breathily. “What dentist do you go to?”

She grinned, pressing her lips to his forehead. “I’m guessing that means you have no complaints?”

“Ask me in ten years…” He mumbled, shifting his head from beneath her to capture her lips in a soft, sinking kiss. She felt her thighs tremble once more on either side of his body and he held her steady by the hips, his thumbs caressing her naked skin as his lips opened against hers, eventually moving one hand to brush through her thick black hair and rest at the back of her head. He kissed her for what felt like an eternity; she lost track of everything but the sweet, loving caresses of his mouth and the warm, fluttery sensation between her ribcage as he held her close. When he eventually pulled away, she felt as breathless as when she first climaxed, his lips moist and slightly parted.

They looked at each other for a while, not needing to say anything; the memory of the week before and what they had done, the lifelong promise they had made to each other, swam in the silence, making their cheeks glow and bodies ache for each other. Eventually, his gaze fell to her hand where he had been quietly stroking her fingers for the past few minutes, his thumb brushing along her fourth digit lovingly. She looked down, watching it trace over her knuckle.

“I don’t need a ring.” She murmured softly, wondering if he was mourning its absence.

He shook his head with a small smile. “I know you don’t.” He whispered, continuing the motion with his thumb and looking down once more. “I was thinking I might like to wear one.” He eventually said, meeting her eye once more.

Jeong-sun felt her stomach and chest grow warm and wondered if her face had turned red as she looked at him, having to bite the inside of her cheeks to stop herself from grinning, her entire body aching with her love for him in that moment. It didn’t take long for her to crack and she turned her face away from him, trying to cover the huge smile which spread over her lips. She heard him laugh softly, his face turned downward as he smiled shyly to himself, and, feeling bashful, she slid from his lap, shuffling position to sit between his parted thighs, her back nestling into his chest where he couldn’t see her face. His grin remained as he leaned against the pillows at the head of the bed, holding her body against his and placing the sole of one foot against the mattress, allowing her to rest her cheek comfortably against his upright knee.

“I love you.” He murmured against her neck, kissing the back of her shoulder tenderly as they got comfortable. She mumbled in agreement, making him laugh once more as he gently stroked her thigh. Calming down, he trailed his fingers to the soft skin on her stomach.

Silently, he felt her take his hand in hers and move it between her parted thighs, rubbing along her outer labia gently, soothingly. He followed her lead, stroking her folds, brushing the nub of her clitoris without question and, finally, dipping into her opening with two slick fingers. She let out a moan, throwing her head back to rest on his shoulder and his hand moved to cup her bare breast.

“Do you want another?” He purred against her ear, inhaling her familiar scent; sweet and milky. Her cunt contracted delightfully around his long, bony digits and, taking it as an answer, he pressed deeper inside, his palm hugging her clitoris as he held her body to him, using his other hand to splay across her midriff.

She reached behind her, between their bodies, to take hold of his flaccid cock. His orgasm had come shortly before the oral and she knew he wouldn’t be able to go again for another hour or two, but he felt comfortable in her hand and he seemed to appreciate the gesture. He trailed his fingers from her opening to her clitoris and circled the bud gently, enjoying the way she moved her hips against him to gain extra contact as he teased her.

“Are you going to make me cum or what?” She moaned breathlessly, angling her body into his touch. She could sense his grin behind her, though she couldn’t see in her current position, and a moment later, she heard him rummaging through the bedside cabinet, the one on her side of the bed, and gasped when she felt the cold metal surface of her sex bullet against her clitoris. With the flick of his finger, it hummed to life and she groaned at the contact, feeling him trail it delicately along her swollen nub.

“How did you know?” She asked, knowing that while she did not deliberately hide things from him, she had never explicitly shown him the sex toy before. Nor did she think he would go snooping in her cabinet without her permission.

“I didn’t…” He let out a breathy laugh behind her, filling her with butterflies. “Just a guess…”

Jungkook (& Young-soon)

Set around four months after Jungkook and Young-soon rekindle their love at Jin’s wedding

“I love how sensitive your nipples are…” Young-soon murmured, tugging gently on the chain which connected to the metal clamps on his flesh. Jungkook’s brow furrowed, eyes temporarily snapping shut at the sensation. While he had been shy to first try them, he could not deny how good they felt now they were attached. He had blushed furiously when Young-soon suggested they buy them in the store, claiming they were for her, but now he realised her plan all along.

“Do you want me to pull a little harder?” She asked, an eyebrow raised as she regarded his expression.

“Yes…” He moaned, not realise he was going to speak until the words left his mouth. Moments later, he felt the tug of the chain; the pleasure of the sensation counteracting any underlying pain he might have otherwise felt. He knew his girlfriend was doing this for his pleasure rather than her own, and he felt safe in the knowledge that she would never take things too far.

Eyes still tightly closed in anticipation of the next tug, he was surprised when he the release of the clips; the cold, sharp sensation being replaced with the soft, warm caress of a tongue as Young-soon took his nipples into her mouth one at a time. He let out a loud moan, clutching her head to his body, loving her so much for knowing exactly what he wanted; the soothing motion of her lips causing as much pleasure as the clamps had done moments before.

“Young-soon…” He gasped, opening his eyes to guide her to his mouth. They kissed passionately and he ran his hands along her cheeks, opening his lips against hers. Eventually, she pulled away, the teasing look in her eye still apparent.

“Did you want to try the pocket pussy now?” She asked.

He sighed breathily as she edged away from the bed and towards the carrier bag which was hooked over the back of the chair in the corner of the room.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” He asked, despite knowing it had been her suggestion that they buy it. She had seen the nervous glance he had taken at the object on the shelf in the store, the crude, silicone rendition of a famous American porn star’s vagina on the cover. It was enough to tell her that he was curious about the sex toy, and she had thrown it in their shopping basket without question.

She shrugged, reaching into the bag and pulling out the box. He watched her remove the cardboard, his cock rock hard, as she slipped the cylinder from its case. “I wouldn’t have bought it for you if I minded.” She removed the cap and reached for the bottle of chocolate flavoured lubricant on the dresser, silently pouring it between the lips of the fake vagina.

Jungkook was stunned into silence as she edged closer to the bed, clutching the object in her hand and climbing beside him.

“And it’s your birthday.” She smiled, pressing her lips gently to his forehead as she slipped his cock into the tube, lowering it until he disappeared completely. His eyes scrunched closed once more and his lips parted in an almost-silent moan. “How does that feel?” She whispered against his skin, fucking him slowly with the object.

“A-amazing…” He uttered breathily, forcing his lids open to look at her, his wide eyes dark and beautiful. “But not as good as you…” He finished.

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