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Just thinking about how loki will lose to his brother at golf or whatever sport they're playing and will take it out on me in the broom closet that would be lovely to be honest

Ya know, maybe a bitch is fucked in the head. I wrote a story about Applebees, so why not a match of squash?

Sore Loser

Warnings: nothing egregious, just Loki being a jealous man.

This is just for fun but always love to hear your thoughts. Thanks for reading and any feedback you have!

The brothers are far from amiable on their best days. The only true passion you’ve ever seen them show for each other is that of competition. The endless battle to one up the other, to shove the other’s nose in their achievements with an extra bit of spite.

You sense the resent roiling of the court as you watch through the windows. The steady thwack of the rubber ball as it bounces off the wall, the low grunts of the competitors forming a hammering rhythm.

As Thor goes high, Loki goes low, and you sip from the long neck of your insulate bottle, dreading the outcome. Whoever wins, you lose.

You’re almost tempted to go back to the courts above and swing a racquet with the old divorcees and griping wives of the older members. They talk more than they serve but it would give you an excuse. No, that wouldn’t do, he’s seen you and his brief acknowledgement draws the attention of his brother.

Loki winks at you and readies his serve. Thor’s eyes linger before slowly trailing to his brother. The former may be known as the trickster but the latter is hardly better. You’ve learned that thoroughly.

You kick a foot out and stick out a hip, crossing your arms as the sweat dries along the nape of your neck.

The loud collision of the ball against the wall jolts you but the serve isn’t returned and instead the rubber smacks the reinforced window. You step back and swallow as Loki drops his shoulders and turns to his brother. He gives a half shrug.

“What are you doing? Forfeiting is as good as a loss, brother,” he taunts.

“Your toe was on the line,” Thor says flatly and you step closer to hear through the clear barrier.

“It was not,” Loki scoffs, “you are ridiculous because you know it was a good serve.”

“Your toe touched,” Thor insists and points to his brother’s foot with his racket, “go again or I can take the point.”

Loki sighs as his nostrils flair. His lips thin, a familiar look, often aimed at his brother, dreaded when inspired by yourself. You chew your lip.

“Darling,” Loki breaks your shield as audience and pulls you into the action, “tell me, did I overstep the line?”

You blink and bite your cheek. Why hadn’t you been watching?

“S-sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” you say with a guilty smile, “I’m sure you didn’t–”

“Don’t try to have her bolster your lies,” Thor sniffs, “serve again, brother, or are you afraid I will trounce you.”

Loki huffs and rolls his eyes. He marches to retrieve the ball and as he stands straight, arches a brow at you. You should’ve lied.

“Fine,” he turns and sets his feet as Thor does the same.

Loki serves, the ball hits perfectly between the tin and the lower line. Thor returns it with equal zeal as the brothers move around each other. An elbow meets ribs but the ball stays in play, then the stomp of a toe, the jostling as both break the rules formerly disputed. Obstruction is the first sin of squash.

The dark-haired Odinson stretches to keep the ball aloft, bouncing it back with the tip of his racquet, but his perilous stance is toppled by a nudge from his opponent. Loki hits the floor hard as Thor slams the ball into the wall and it flies back without a response, rolling around the floor as silence rises thick in the air.

Loki says nothing of the underhanded move. Instead, he stands and grabs the ball as it nears his toe. He hands it over to his brother without a word and waits for him to serve. Thor cracks his neck with the tilt of his head and signals to switch sides before he gets into position.

“Match point,” Thor declares before he serves.

The returning volley is harsh and unrestrained from Loki. Their shoes squeak in a rally as they meet each other in stride. Back and forth, elbow, shoves, and stomps. You hate them and their stupid grudges.

You cringe as you watch Loki stumble over Thor’s foot and send the rubber ball above the tin. Out of bounds. 

“That’s my game,” Thor announces and gives a hearty laugh, “bested again, brother.”

“As I recall, I won the last,” Loki challenges.

“So you say but I can’t remember,” Thor chides, “good game.”

Thor holds out his hand and waits. It’s shaken stiffly with a snarl recitation of the sentiment. You blow out between your lips and force a smile.

Thor marches out and gives you a smirk. You shake your head at him as you near the door to the court, “did you have to do that?” 

“Have fun,” he snickers, eyes falling down your tennis dress. You put your hands on your hips and ignore the leer.

Loki takes his time before he emerges. You don’t know what to say, knowing whatever you come up with will likely piss him off. He returns his racquet and the ball and you cross to him. You place your hand on his arm, “I was thinking we could do dinner in the grotto. I reserved a private table–”

“You couldn’t have said I was in bounds, eh?” He turns on you, “always the sweet little one, hm? Always honest, or so you pretend.”

You swallow. You know not to argue. Not when he’s like this. Your husband can be as cruel to you as he is to his own brother. Thor has a way of getting under his skin and somehow that always spills over into your marriage.

“I’m sorry, I had a long match and I’m tired so… I wasn’t thinking,” you squeeze his arm, “please, don’t be mad. It’s a nice day–”

“Nice,” he hisses as he shrugs you off, instead grabbing your arm and wrenches your wrist up, “I don’t feel like being nice.”

He walks you backwards until you’re against the wall. You gulp as his other hand tickles the line of your throat. He shoves your hand down to his shorts and you tremble.

“Loki, someone could–”

“Court is booked until I sign off,” he snarls, “and I’ve not finished yet.”

You hold his gaze, green irises boring down into you. Your cheek twitches.

“Not here, why don’t we go find–”

“It’s him, isn’t it?” He sneers and squeezes your hand around his crotch, letting your wrist fall as he frames your neck with his fingers. 

“Loki,” you wince, “that… that was a misunderstanding–”

“I see the way he looks at you. Is he misunderstanding or have you not made it clear?”

“I have been clear with him, Loki, I swear. I’m your wife.”

“Then prove it,” he leads your hand up and slides it beneath his waistband, “be a good wife and I will be a good husband.”

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[kryptonitejelly]

step!dad teaching us how to play golf but he gets hard when he sees us in our cute little golfing outfit ;)

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Aaron finds himself staring at the curve of your ass as he stands with his arms folded, watching as you shimmy yourself into position on the green, hips swaying as you make minute adjustments. He sees that flash of skin again, an inch more than usual as you bend your hips more in anticipation of your swing. He allows you to finish your swing attempt first, hears the club connect with the ball as it soars through the air, but his gaze doesn’t leave the hem of your skirt.

“Did you see that Daddy?” He hears you gasp as you drop the club, turning excitedly around towards him making your skirt flounce up again, allowing him view of the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Sure did,” he clears his throat, there was one way to find out, to confirm his suspicions “why don’t you pick up that club princess, so we can move on to the next hole.”

He watches as you nod excitedly, before turning back around. You bend fully, hands reaching towards the club on the ground, and Aaron is rewarded with a full view of a strip of white lace sandwiched between the cheeks of your ass. He was right, this golf skirt, unlike the others, did not have shorts underneath.

Aaron uncrosses his arms as he shifts on the spot. He can feel a growing hardness in his pants, the fabric of his golf pants, already tight, straining slightly against his front.

“Did you get a new skirt princess?” He asks casually as you stand.

“Just for you Daddy,” you say innocently, batting your eyes as you look at him through your lashes, “do you like it?”

Aaron fucking loves it.

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"Alright, keep this arm straight when you swing. Let's do it together." he encourages, and the image of him playing is conjured in your mind. There's a pose you have to end in, one you've seen him do a thousand times, and you nod. His large hands envelope yours on the grip of the shaft, and lead you to wind back. When he sweeps out, it's like a slow pendulum, demonstrating through directing your body movements how to do it. His arm over yours helps keep yours straight like it should be, and the stance causes your cheek to kiss his. "Perfect." he praises, and your face gets hot. You can feel the crotch of his jeans poke into you, and without giving yourself away you back up into it for a more snug fit against him. "Alright, big swing." he warns, and this time he cranks you back with more strength, overpowering you, "Let 'er rip." He lets go, and you swing on your own. More speed means your entire body is put into it, and you don't even notice that in that quick motion, his hand hiked up your skirt to cop a feel of your bare hip. Feigning a mistake, he smooths the material down protectively, and you shoot him a sly look over your shoulder. "You're ready for the ball now." he informs you, his warm presence retracting from behind you to fish one out of the pocket of the bag.

He drops it, and it bounces to a halt in front of you. Like clockwork, he returns to mold to your frame but with more purpose than before. A deliberate press into your ass from a clear halfie in his pants makes it obvious. "You're lookin' so good, baby, I love this little outfit on you." he murmurs in your ear, chin over your shoulder as his frame curls around you. You chew on your lower lip, and wiggle your hips knowing what you're doing to him. He can feel the perfect crevice that your thin golf skirt feeds into, tucking himself in between. "You wanna hold it-" You correct the stance quickly. "That's it. Alright, now," Those naughty hands clamp onto your hips, "remember there's a lot of hip movement too. You wanna loosen these up." he explains while his hands slide down your thighs, back up and under your skirt. He tilts your pelvis side-to-side easily, and this thumbs stroke at the bare skin of your ass. "Don't be afraid to-" He yanks you to him, arching your back. "-bend over if you need to—Fuck. Could this skirt be any shorter?" he muses affectionately. The idea of flipping it up in order to get a glimpse of what he's sure would be an exposed cunt waiting for him is almost too good to pass up. The only reason it's denied is because the two of you are out in public daylight.

No matter. He'll have you alone in the car later.

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The best sport for you as a beginner is the one that you enjoy the most, as you're more likely to stick with it. Remember that staying active doesn't have to be a chore; it can be a source of fun and fulfillment. Try out a few different sports and activities to see which one resonates with you the most, and gradually build your fitness from there. Whether it's hiking in the great outdoors, swimming laps at the pool, or grooving on the dance floor, staying active through sports can be an enjoyable journey towards better health and well-being. Read the full article

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Country Club | Kim Doyoung

Genre: smut , daddy

Warnings: dilf! Doyoung, uni! Reader, RichAU,

Praise kink!, public, just DY being a hot rich dad tbh.

WORD COUNT: 2,9K

Author! SIN

Your father invited a friend to join you for your Saturday morning golf game, the catch was his friend and you have a very dirty secret.

A/N: admin SIN here! Sorry I’ve been IA, I’ve had so many commissions and I’m still working on the freaks prequel and another Yuta fic (help), so here’s a little smutty DY fic while y’all wait !

TAGS: @infnteen 🖤 thanks for the cute msg!

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It was a cool morning and the smell of the wet freshly cut grass signaled the first rain of spring. You were up in your room, taking a break from university, and you found yourself longing for the Mountain View’s of the country club.

Thankfully mom and dad were aching to host a spring party for their friends and you were able to tag along with them to your summer vacation home. It had been awhile since you’d been here, and the last time you set foot on these grounds you were almost in trouble.

Almost.

“Sweetheart dont you think the gardens look absolutely ravishing today” your mom marveled as you made your way downstairs in a white mini tennis skirt and a sky blue golf shirt.

“Absolutely mother” you smiled and placed kiss on her forehead before grabbing the pitcher of lemonade and poured yourself a glass. You stood in front of the clear glass sliding doors watching your father pace the lawn probably talking to a work friend on his phone.

“Mother I thought we were going to the golf course today, he’s not planning on working is he ?” You pouted, stuffing a blueberry muffin into your mouth.

“Your father will never miss a golf session dear” your mother chuckled, “just get your things together sweety your dad will be with you shortly.”

Sighing you downed the last of the lemonade and went to the shoe rack to find your white tennis shoes and asked one of the estates employees to load your golf bag into the golf cart.

Shortly after, your dad followed, a huge smile spread across his face as he noticed your cheeky pout obviously knowing what mood you were in.

“I’m sorry hun but work called, those varsity tuition isn’t going to pay itself now is it ?”

You rolled your eyes playfully and slipped into the golf carts driver seat and patted the seat next to you,

“Ok fine but I’m driving.”

The two of you made your way down the courtyard and into the country club’s entrance. The gravel road was covered by huge oak trees, placed strategically along the sides leading to the huge mansion at the end.

Your father directed you to the golf course and one of the gates men welcomed you in before all you saw in front of you was the bright green golf course.

“I’m feeling lucky today hun, I can feel it” your dad squeezed his fist while you let out a chuckle, “easy there Tiger Woods”

“Well I’m definitely going to beat Doyoung that’s for sure”

“Doyoung ?” Saying his name already brought you a flash of memories.

“Yeah you remember my work buddy Mr Kim right ? He’s here helping out with the party, he brought over his sons too” your dad spoke as you pulled up to the first hole.

“What about his....wife ?” You swallowed, as your mind raced back to last year’s Christmas lunch.

First and fur-most Kim Doyoung was the hottest dad at the country club. He was still quite young in comparison to the other fathers thanks to his choices of getting hitched way too early. Most people would describe him as helpful, responsible the kind of guy who genuinely helped out the people around him.

But you knew a very different side to him.

It was the evening of the lunch that you and a friend had snuck outside for a smoke, knowing your fathers would be tremendously upset with that action for their little girls. After your friend ran off to God knows where, Doyoung had emerged and the look on his face as he watched you drag in that cigarette was...something.

“You’re such a naughty girl y/n disobeying daddy like this” he said in a silky voice, taking the cigarette with his slender fingers and placing it to his own mouth.

You watched him in awe, pulling in that cigarette and exhale the smoke up into the sky like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“Please don’t tell my dad Mr Kim” you had said in a high tone, surprising yourself at the hint of desperation in your voice.

“Don’t worry it will be our little secret love” Doyoung winked taking in another drag but this time he grabbed your chin and blew the smoke into your mouth. It felt intoxicating. But a sudden call from his wife had pulled you out of your fantasy and he disappeared, not seeing him since then.

Until now ofcourse.

“Oh your mother didn’t tell you ? Doyoung and Hani are divorced now, yeah she took off with some model and left him with the kids” your dad shrugged and greeted the caddy waiting on the course for him.

“Oh I see” you responded, placing a baseball cap on your head and watched your father tee off.

It wasn’t long until you heard another golf cart behind you as you began setting up your shot, wanting to look back desperately.

“Kim Doyoung” your father bellowed as you took your shot and turned around to meet your guests.

You noticed Doyoung had brought both his sons, Jeno a guy somewhat around your age and his little brother Jisung. It was quite surprising to see them outside when you knew they preferred to stay couped up in their bedrooms playing video games.

“Hey y/n, I didn’t know you’d be here too” Jeno shyly waved while Jisung inspected a golf club.

“Yeah I’m on spring break, so I decided to spend a bit of it here” you replied, moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Doyoung smiled at you innocently and held out his hand, “it’s good to have you back y/n” he said as you took his hand and nodded shyly. Doyoung returned to his conversation with your father and all you could do was stare at how gorgeous he looked today.

Dressed in white slacks, a navy blue polo shirt and black rimmed glasses, girls your age may not understand your desires but to you Doyoung was incredibly sexy to say the least.

He was well built too, his wide shoulders and small waist gave him a swimmer physique, it was all too tempting to know what he looked like underneath his attire.

“How about we mix the teams, you and y/n versus Jeno and I ?” Your dad suggested and Doyoung looked over at you briefly and smiled,

“You got yourself a deal, winner gets that Sauvignon Blanc you’ve been hoarding in your cellar” Doyoung chuckled and set up his ball for his shot.

You tried not to stare but God was it hard. You watched as his eyes narrowed on his target and his dark hair waved as he swung. Doyoung twisted his body posing as he watched his almost perfect swing lead his ball closer it’s target.

“Jeno get ya head in the game boy” your father grumbled as Jeno found himself lost in a game on his phone.

Jisung snickered as Jeno sighed and removed himself from his game to join the one he was supposed to be playing in reality. You could already tell that your competitive father immediately regretted his decision of swopping teams when Jeno’s swing only had the ball drop just a few feet away from him.

“I mean, that was a hit alright” You stifled a laughter.

“I’m not used to these golf clubs!” Jeno whined as his father tapped him on his shoulder, “A good player never blames the equipment son, y/n let’s head over to the hole shall we ?” Doyoung said jumping into his cart.

“Are we not waiting until we’re done ?” Your father grumbled still watching Jeno struggle with his form.

“Seems like we’ll be here all night if one team doesn’t get a move on” Doyoung pressed his lips together, hiding the smug smile that was beginning to form on his face,

“The caddy’s will make sure we’re not...cheating, let’s go win this y/n.”

You hugged your sulking father and hopped in the golf cart next to Doyoung, keeping your eyes on the path ahead of you.

From time to time you found yourself staring over at him, taking in that side profile as he casually maneuvered the vehicle over the greenery until you arrived at your destination.

“Shall we ?” Doyoung said, wetting his bottom lip with tongue and placed his cold hand on your exposed thigh.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, much like that night with the cigarette. You wanted more, you wanted to test just how far you could go.

And knowing that sneaking around in secret like this only made it more exciting.

“It’s going to be pretty easy to sink this” you pouted as you noticed your ball was just mere centimeters away from the first hole.

“You sound disappointed” Doyoung raised an eyebrow as he watched you set up your shot.

“We’re going to be quite far ahead of them”

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing”

You looked up at Doyoung who causally waited aside, watching you line up your shot. He wasn’t going to say it just yet, but he was definitely enjoying the view.

Sucking in a deep breath you hit the ball, but missed the target completely and felt your cheeks heat up when Doyoung lightly chuckled.

“Your form is correct you just hit it way too hard, here let me help you”

Doyoung dropped his club and made his way over to you as you got into position for your shot. Your breathing hitched when he stood behind you, a hand placed around your waist and the other on top of yours on the golf club.

You could feel his warm breath on your neck as he pulled your hips against his, bending you slightly over to feel a little more of you.

Your eyes fluttered up to where the caddy was, nervous that he’d feel some type away about this interaction but he was too invested in his phone to care.

“He’s not going to say or do anything, trust me” Doyoung whispered into your ear as you felt his hand tighten around your waist and pull your ass even closer to his crotch.

“Like this ?” You pushed your ass up to grind up against him, satisfied when you heard a small moan escape his lips.

You hit the ball and watched it sink into the hole in satisfaction. Doyoung pulled away from your body and clapped at your victory,

“Well done love” he praised and it made you rub your thighs together. You don’t know why but hearing him praise you made you so wet, all you wanted to do was be his good girl.

Doyoung’s turn was next and he easily sunk in his shot and before you knew it you two were already on your way to the next hole.

This time in the drive Doyoung had one hand on your thigh, squeezing lightly as he drove through the course casually. Finally pulling up to the next hole, you immediately got into position to tee off,

“Am I doing it right ?” You pouted back at Doyoung who stood a distance as he downed a bottle of water.

“You got this love, hey I’ll tell you what” Doyoung ran his fingers through his hair and unbuttoned the first button of his Ralph Lauren polo shirt,

“If you get this in with Atleast three shots I’ll give you a reward.”

You swallowed hard, your mind buzzing with what the reward could be. Shaking your head that was filled with fantasies you took your shot, surprised that it was a pretty decent one at that.

“Well done love, you must really want that reward” Doyoung mused, his small praises driving you into a frenzy once again.

Doyoung quickly took yet another perfect shot and the two of you hopped in the cart headed for the final stretch of the play.

Again not wasting anytime you took your shot and managed to complete the round in just two shots, immediately turning to Doyoung and gave him a dashing smile.

“Wow love, you did beautifully” he praised, coming over to stroke your back and sent your thoughts into overdrive,

“Let me finish up here and we can sort that reward out” Doyoung’s voice was filled with mischief.

Just like he said Doyoung finished his round quite quickly and went over to the caddy whispering to him before heading back to you in the cart.

“What did you tell him ?” You asked as Doyoung started the ignition and began driving on a slightly different, more secluded path.

“Told him not to follow us, and just meet us at the next hole” Doyoung pressed his lips together and you watched his eyes search for a spot that was hidden from passerby’s.

Doyoung stopped the engine and jumped out of the cart, quickly pulling you out and leaned your back against the hood of the golf cart. His eyes were dark and a smirk grew on his face as his fingers brushed against your cheek, over your chest and eventually landed on your thigh.

“You love to praised y/n, I’ve taken notice of that” he hummed and his fingers separated your legs slightly as it moved higher up your skirt.

“I want you to know how good I am” you fluttered your lashes at him, leaning back into the hood and licked your lips.

“You think you’re good ?” Doyoung chuckled darkly as his finger grazed your soaked underwear, “I think you’re a bad girl y/n, just so fucking bad.”

You bit down on your lip as Doyoung pushed your underwear to the side and pushed his index finger into your core. You threw your head back as Doyoung slowly fingered you, bringing his mouth to you jaw and kissed you gently.

“But you know a promise is a promise and you deserve your reward” Doyoung responded by inserting two more fingers in you, quickly using his free hand to cover your mouth before you moaned.

“I’m good...daddy”

Doyoung’s ears perked at the nickname and responded by moving his fingers even faster, pushing his large frame into yours as you began chasing your orgasm.

Just as you were about to come undone Doyoung removed his fingers and wiped your wetness on your skirt before pulling you into a hot and sloppy kiss.

“If you think you’re a good girl, how about doing something about this huh” Doyoung growled into your ear and grabbed your hand, placing it over his hardened member.

You immediately slipped down to your knees and unbuckled his pants, waiting to please him. Doyoung freed his member and looked down as you took him into your mouth, making sure every inch of him entered before slowly sucking him off.

“Fuck...that feels so good, you’re doing so good my love” he sighed, throwing your cap aside and grabbed tufts of your hair as you sucked him off in the middle of the country club golf course.

Doyoung began thrusting into your mouth until you felt him hit the back of your throat and he came undone, feeling every bit of him slide down your throat.

Doyoung brought you up and swiped his thumb across your lips before inserting it into your mouth while you sucked on it gently.

“You’re right, you’re such a good girl” he praised and began rubbing his member in between your thighs as you felt him slowly grow hard once more.

“Do I get a reward again daddy ?” You placed your manicured hands on his chest and looked up at him with barely innocent eyes.

“Ofcourse, anything for you my love” Doyoung mused and spun you around, bending you over the golf cart and dropped your panties down to your knees.

Doyoung pushed his member into your core and slipped a hand in front between your legs to stimulate you while he fucked you senseless. He placed a hand over your mouth once more, the last thing he needed was your father or his own damn kids walking in on this.

But he wanted to feel as much of you as he could and removed the hand from your mouth and slipped it under your shirt, giving your breast a squeeze.

“Don’t you dare make a sound my love, or else I’ll stop” Doyoung grunted as he heard your soft whimpers in his ear.

Doyoung felt himself getting closer again and pulled out, leading you to the seats of the cart and propped you up on it and entered you again. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you felt him twitch inside of you. Grabbing onto the seats for support you nodded at him, signaling that you too were close and Doyoung sped up until you came all over his member and he pulled out waiting for your mouth to return to his tip.

“Take it all in again my love, you’re such a good girl” he groaned, biting down on his lips and your mouth wrapped around him once more and felt his liquid run down your throat for the second time that day.

You finally cleaned up and Doyoung neatened himself before texting the caddy that the two of you were on your way.

“What’s the next reward daddy ?” You raised your eyebrow at him as you watched a smug smile spread across his face as he drove,

“Well after this game is over and you get yourself cleaned up, how about meeting for another reward daddys room ?”

#Doyoung smut #nct scenarios #nct smut #nct 127 #2jaeh masterlist #nct angst #nct imagines #nct drabble #nct au #Doyoung fic #doyoung scenarios #nct doyoung smut #nct dilf #kpop smut #kim dongyoung

[allegra-writes]

"The Game"

Tom Holland x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink.

Golf is boring. You wanna play something else...

"Swinging on the front porch, swinging on the floor.

Swinging where we want, cause there ain't nobody home..."

Cherry Pie - Warrant

He should have known it was a trap. He should have known it from the very first minute. This was punishment, plain and simple punishment. Unusually cruel punishment. He didn't even know why he was so surprised, in fact, he should have seen it coming a mile away. After all, you were about as subtle as a train wreck. And that was exactly how you had hitted him. 

You had always despised golf, said it was snobbish and boring. But he always invited you to tag along just in case, because sharing one of his favorite activities with his favorite girl? That sounded almost like paradise to him. That was probably the reason why that morning, when you had jumped at the chance to join him at the country club, he hadn't suspected a thing.

Oh, how naive he was. How trusting of him. Because now, he had to play 18 while trying to conceal a throbbing, almost painful erection, watching you prance around wearing that. It was ridiculous. It was silly. It was cliche.

It was driving him completely insane.

Your little ensemble was straight out of some soft-porn movie set, he was sure of it: Keds, knee high socks… and a criminally short pleated skirt, especially designed to torture him. You guys weren't even half way through, and he was already about to snap, with his arms enveloping you, hands over yours on the handle of the club, as you bended over just a little, ass pressing against his pelvis just enough to tease him, to remind him how good it felt being buried to the hilt inside your tight, tight heat, the slapping sounds of skin against skin combining with your moans...

One of his hands let go of the club, subconsciously wrapping itself over your hip bone, when you moved, twisting, hips getting away from his. 

"Oh my god! I can't believe it, did you see that?" You turned around to face him, eyes alight with joy at having hit the ball for the first time in your life. 

And for a second, he felt bad. He was probably reading too much into it, chances were you didn't even know what you were doing to him. You were innocent in all that, it wasn't your fault not knowing just how damn irresistible you were, how hard you made him just by standing close to him…

Until he noticed the outline of your nipples under your white t-shirt, made almost see through under the bright sunlight. His eyes squinted in suspicion.

"Are you wearing any underwear?" He blurted out, cheeks immediately turning red, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. But there was no one around, not many people playing on a wednesday morning. In fact, you had the whole course pretty much for your selves.

His cock twitched inside his pants, but he shook himself, squashing the thought before it could take full shape.

You seemed to ignore him, as your face fell.

"I… don't think I was supposed to shoot it that way, though" 

Tom's eyes followed yours, but try as he might, he couldn't find the white dot he was looking for.

"Where the hell did it go?"

"I think it landed behind those bushes" You pointed to the far away patch of hydrangeas on the other side of the field. He couldn't help the snort that left his mouth,

"Yeah, that's not even close to where it should be!"

"Hey! Don't laugh at me"

"I mean, at least we know you have a strong swing" He let out between laughs

You rolled your eyes,

"Be gentle with me, this is my first time" 

The laughter died in his throat like you knew it would, as the innuendo hit him, eyes darkening as they roved over your body once again. You had to know what you were doing... 

You turned around so he couldn't see your smirk, as you started walking in big strides in the direction of the bushes, leaving him to struggle to follow you, carrying the bag full of clubs. 

It wasn't a bad sight, he had to admit, watching you walk ahead of him, your skirt bouncing with your movements, hips swaying gently from side to side. And it was even better as you reached the tall plants, parting the branches trying to see past them, bending over once again, your short skirt riding up your thighs, higher, and higher. He gulped, what little blood was left in his brain rushing south, as he saw the cleft where the round globes of your ass met your legs. You climbed on your tiptoes, and he choked on a groan: just a little bit more and the answer to whether you had or not any underwear on would be right before his eyes, literally…

"Found it!" You called out, victorious, falling to your heels again, walking around the lilac flowers, disappearing from sight, heedless to his disappointment. 

He knew it was a bad idea, as he trailed after you, like in a trance. But there you were, waiting for him behind the tall wall of bushes hiding you both from sight from every angle, mischievous glint in your eye.

The ball was nowhere to be found, and he finally understood.

Your stomach made a flip as Tom tugged at his glove with his teeth, discarding it on the green grass, his whole demeanor changing before your eyes, jaw squaring, eyes hardening, movements slow and measured as he circled you like a tiger stalking his prey. 

"You dirty little liar" He accused, watching the corners of your mouth twitch, trying to hide your satisfied smile, but it was useless: you looked every bit like the cat that got the cream. Well, he knew of another thing that looked great dripping down your chin…

"You think you're real clever, don't you? Really sneaky, teasing me all morning with this little outfit," He let his now naked hand trace your nipples, already hard under the fabric of your tee, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. He was right, you hadn't bothered with a bra, "making me hard with your little touches and smart mouthed comments…"

"Golf is boring" You shrugged, "I wanna play something else" 

He stepped back, away from you, leaving you feeling cold without his heat, despite the bright sunshine. 

"Too bad, baby girl, I'm done with games" His eyes were steel as he commanded, "Show me"

"Show you what?" You looked at him through your eyelashes, you knew how much he liked it when you played coy. But this time, he had told you the truth, the games were over.

"You know bloody well what" His south London accent was always heavy when his patience was wearing thin, "lift that little skirt and show me what's mine" 

You obeyed, and this time, he did groan, the wet patch on the simple white cotton of your thong almost better than his fantasies of your bare skin. 

He fell to his knees on the grass. God, he was so whipped! His plan had been to have you kneeling in front of him, choking on his cock as he fucked your mouth so deep and hard that tears would stream down your face. He would release himself down your throat, leaving you begging for his softening cock, his fingers, his tongue, his freaking golf club, anything to fill your empty little cunt. But of course all of that flew out the window the second he actually saw that pretty pussy through your panties, made almost transparent with your desire for him, the fabric clinging to every curve, every little detail clear for him to admire.

"Come here, baby girl" His tone was much softer as he spoke, "let daddy have a little taste" 

You did as you were told, never stopping to hold your skirt up high for him. Tom nuzzled the cotton, breathing you in before hooking one finger on the damp fabric, tugging gently to the side to reveal your most secret spot to him. He let his tongue poke out, placing kitten licks against your clit, eyes rising to meet your face. Your own were closed already, little frown between your eyebrows, as if the tiny shocks of pleasure coursing through your body confused you. So expressive. So responsive. 

How could he ever stay mad at you when you were so fucking perfect? It only took one taste of you to melt whatever was left of his anger, as he marveled of the angel whining so prettily above him, delicate fingers digging into his shoulders to support herself as her legs shook for him. It never failed to amaze him, to blow his mind. It had always been like that, he had put you up on a pedestal long before you had started dating. 

But now, he wanted to lay you down, and spread you open under the sun. 

He tsked at your huff as his tongue left you.

"No, baby, you don't get to complain today. You've been a very bad girl, so now," He helped you down onto your back on the grass, making quick work of your panties. Taking a hold of your ankles, he hooked them over his shoulders, aligning himself with your dripping center, "you're going to take my cock like a good girl" 

With that, he let his head breach you, entering you slowly, so slowly. Savoring every second, sliding in inch by inch, making you feel every millimeter of his thick, thick length as he buried it into your sweet pussy, stretching you to the limits of pleasure. He had you fold almost in half, as his pelvis finally met yours. You sighed, you had thought he would burst through your ovaries before he was completely seated inside you.

"Can you feel me, babygirl? Feel how deep I am?" 

You nodded, unable to form words. He relented, only a couple of inches, before surging back in. 

"Feel me stretching your tight little cunt? Fuck, it feels so snug…"

He drew back again, snapping back against you harder, making you cry out,

"Yes!"

"Only I can fill you like this" He breathed, in and out again, and again. And again, establishing a harsh rhythm, "This pussy belongs to me…" 

"Yes, daddy" You sobbed, obediently. By now you knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He tugged at your t-shirt, sneaking his hand under it, massaging your breast. 

"These pretty tits are mine…"

It was hard to concentrate with him railing you into the ground, fast, brutal. Making sure the base of his cock dragged against your clit just right with every thrust.

"Yours, daddy" You managed, somehow, earning yourself a smile. If wolves could really smile at lambs before gobbling them right up...

He leaned forwards, bracing himself on one arm, the other travelling from your chest, to your neck. To your jaw. His tumb caressed your lower lip, and you opened up to him. Two of his fingers slid inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, you sucked them eagerly, hollowing your cheeks just the way he liked. 

"My princess… so pretty with your mouth full" Tom praised, hips never stopping, plunging his cock into you as far as it would go, over and over again, "wanna fuck your beautiful face… but this pussy… feels too good"

You sobbed around his fingers.

"So good… won't let me go… a slave" His thrusts were becoming messy. Erratic. Tom took his fingers out of your mouth to flick your clit with them.

"No, Tommy! Too much…" You cried, pushing at his hand, overstimulated. But he wouldn't budge. 

"Don't care. You're gonna take it" He growled, but sweetly kissed away your tears. He needed you to come, fast. Because there was no way he was lasting much longer, and you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop anyway. 

"Fuck… yeah, just like that" he could feel you tensing around him. You were almost there, and he was right behind you, "so good… gonna come, baby girl. Gonna come inside you…" 

You shook your head, too delirious to express it with words, but he knew. You didn't like feeling dirty, didn't like the smell. But he fucking loved it. 

"Oh yeah… gonna fill you up… and you're not getting those panties back" His smirk was devilish, filthy. And you were sure that, even without his cock jackhammering into you, you could have come from that look alone. "Gonna see myself dripping down your thighs as you walk…"

His movements were downright sloppy now, as his words edged himself as much as they were edging you.

"Gonna have you sit in the car just like that… ruin your fucking little skirt… OH, FUCK" 

You felt his cock swell, pumping his seed inside your loins. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming, as his climax unleashed your own. Still, he kept moving,

"Gonna put your mouth around me while I drive…" There was no way the morning was ending without him having your mouth.

"Tom…" You could feel him begin to soften inside you, but he still wouldn't stop.

"Shhh, baby girl. Wanna make a mess…"

The end.

Buy me a coffee

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland fanfiction #peter parker #arvin russel #spiderman #the devil all the time

[brattyfics]

Like That

Pairing: Rio x Black!Reader

Summary: You and Rio get to know each other better. Loosely based on ‘Like That’ by Doja Cat. 

Warnings: Smut.

Word Count: 3.5K

Installments: Say So | Like That | Talk Dirty

And baby, I want it, and I'll just be honest 'Cause I just can't front when I look at you

About six weeks have passed since Rio declared himself your man, and you quickly learned he took the title very seriously.

He was busier than usual with ‘flipping his game,’ and you were busy preparing to transition your shop, but you saw each other often despite time constraints. You agreed date nights at least once a week were a must, but when you couldn’t see each other, Rio made sure to end nights with a phone call. Virtually falling asleep next to him gave you butterflies, reminding you just how exciting new relationships could be. It took prodding, but he told you made-up bedtime stories and the boring details of his day. In return, you shared things about yourself— childhood memories, the crazy things your mom did to embarrass you. He was sweet and attentive, and you found it refreshing to be with someone who was just as infatuated with you.

On your second date, he took you to his favorite restaurant, a fancy sushi place with expensive rolls. He taught you to hold chopsticks the wrong way the way he did and even fed you across the small table, a couple of unfortunate rolls falling apart due to his prodding. You tried your best to hide your amusement at the pensive look on his face. For whatever reason, Rio thought of himself as a sushi connoisseur, but it was clear to you that he was still learning.

“You’re no better than me!” He admonished when he noticed the way you held your chopsticks. Like his technique, it was incorrect, but it worked for you— sort of. “I never said I was.” You couldn’t keep the amusement off your face any longer. “You’re the one who comes here weekly. I thought you were a professional, and we’re in the same boat.” He folded his arms on top of the table as he insisted you were wrong, but secretly he found your teasing endearing. Later that night, he called and gave you a cheesy line about loving to see you smile.

The following week, you had lunch at a mom-and-pop soul food restaurant that served the best cornbread and peach cobbler in the city. The owners, an adorable older couple, Donna and Gene, and servers alike stopped by your table to meet Rio. Donna gushed over Rio, showering him with compliments and extra cornbread. “Girl, he is cute!” She told you, failing miserably at whispering. He smirked as you rolled your eyes, but he handled the attention well, being friendly and personable even when Gene kept going on and on about changes to the menu, one chef to another.

A few days later, he called you up randomly and asked you to get ready and ride with him somewhere. “What should I wear?” You asked, hoping for a hint. You could hear him smile as he said, “It doesn’t even matter, ma. You always look good.” The occasion had turned out to be ‘Foodtruck Friday.’ Barbecue, kebab, taco, ice cream, and other miscellaneous food trucks were parked in a spacious lot in Downtown Detroit. You settled at a picnic table and shared several plates of food as you discussed the possibility of your own mobile ‘Mad Batter’ shop somewhere down the line. It got you thinking about the future.

“Where do you see yourself in five years?” You asked the dreaded question in between bites of a colorful Korean fusion taco. He stiffened as he considered the answer. “What is this, a job interview?” Sometimes you saw peeks of bossman Rio rather than the Christopher Castillo you were getting to know. It happened seemingly out of nowhere when you asked questions he felt were invasive.

You looked up from the panko-fried shrimp, red cabbage, shredded carrots, and tasty orange sauce wrapped up in a flour tortilla with a frown. You had two choices: respond in the way he had or make light of the situation. So, you said, “Kinda. You’re auditioning for a spot on my roster, so...”

He stopped chewing the half-eaten dumpling and swallowed hard. “That’s not funny.”

“You better start taking the interviewing part of the audition more seriously then.” You wiped your fingers on a napkin, and he gathered your hand in his own, wearing a look you couldn’t decipher. “You got it, ma.”

You played a game of mini-golf at the local arcade. Rio stood tall behind you, holding you by your hips as he corrected your stance. You purposefully arched your back, brushing against him just slightly. “Like this?” You looked over your shoulder with the most innocent look you could muster, but his eyes were glued to your ass. “Yeah, just like that.” He answered in a low tone without looking up. You giggled as you took your swing, adding a wiggle for his benefit. You pretended to care about the ball as it glided across the bright green tarp towards the hole. “How was that?” You chirped, looking down the lane.

“I can’t even lie. I don’t care about the game right now. I just wanna watch you.” Your aim was terrible, and the ball never went in the hole without several attempts, but he insisted you finish playing the course. You teased him about it for days after despite his claim that he actually enjoyed the game because it was one of Marcus’ favorites.

“Stop lying! You just wanted an excuse to openly watch my ass.”

“Why you always gotta call me out?”

You shopped a cozy health and wellness store with hundreds of cool little trinkets for sale. Neither of you had been there before, so you took your time exploring, stealing unexpected kisses from the other. Rio took full advantage of the size of the store, pulling you by the hand and holding you close to his side.

He frowned at the large collection of shiny crystals. “A rock, really? What does anybody need with a rock?”

“It’s not a rock!” You hissed, head whipping around as you hoped the owner didn’t hear him.

“What is it then? It looks like a rock to me.” He picked one up, turning it over in his hands.

“It’s a crystal!”

“What’s the difference?”

“It has healing properties...” Rio snorted but strung his arm across your shoulder and listened intently as you read the info cards to him. When it was all said and done, he bought an aventurine stone to apologize to the owner for prosperity, well-being, and good luck.

The next day, he disappeared with no warning. You had been worried sick until Mick let you know he was busy handling something. It would have only taken a minute to tell you that, so you were (understandably) pissed. He showed up at the shop several days later like nothing had ever happened. “What’s up, mama?” The greeting that usually melted you grated on your nerves. All of your feelings about the situation bubbled up to the surface. It was hard to find the right words— you were still getting to know each other, so how mad could you be? At the same time, how little did he think of you to not say anything? Finally, you settled on, “I can’t do the disappearing act.”

Rio wasn’t used to answering to anyone, not even his child’s mother, about his whereabouts, but he put his palms up in surrender when he saw the serious expression you wore.

“You’re right, mama. That’s my bad. It won’t happen again.”

And it hadn’t.

But knowing ahead of time only made it a tiny bit easier, especially when he didn’t have a set return date. You were going on day seven (the longest you had gone without seeing him since you started dating) when he called to say he made it home and wanted to see you. Your heavy heart swelled with relief. You missed him way more than you probably should have, so you insisted on a night in at your place, wanting him to feel relaxed and at home instead of on guard somewhere public.

It had been a long six weeks without sex while he romanced you with delicious food and beautiful words. It wasn’t an easy task, but you knew as soon as sex was thrown in the mix, you would be done for, either destined to be his or ruined by him. It was a scary thought, but distance had indeed made the heart grow fonder, and you cared about him enough to take a chance.

He was set to arrive within the hour, but you were still unsure of what to wear, frantically rummaging through the dresser for something cute and comfortable. You let out a frustrated groan when your phone started to ring, thinking Rio might have come early, but when you look down at your phone, you see your best friend’s name and face. You swipe quickly, accepting the FaceTime call. “Hey, girl!”

“Hey, stranger!” You pick up the phone, so you can look at her. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” She replies with just as much sass. “I haven’t talked to you in what— two weeks?”

“We talk—“

“—text.”

“Okay, fine. Text. We text every day. What are you talking about?”

“That’s not the same.” She insists even as you remind her of the ridiculous amount of time you spend trading memes and food pictures with her.

“Anyway, what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to decide what I’m going to wear between this, this, or this.” You move the camera around, showing her the different options. A black-and-white tank and short set with ‘Being cute is not a crime’ in a cute font. A fuzzy grey sweatsuit set with hearts, or a simple cream hoodie with matching shorts.

“Um, what’s the occasion?” You giggle at the look on her face, knowing she thinks none of the above are appropriate for wearing outside of the house.

“Movie night in.”

“You need help picking an outfit for movie night with yourself?” Her face scrunches up in confusion. “Wait, is it movie night with yourself?” You try to be casual about it, shrugging your shoulders in response. As usual, she sees through your bullshit and goes straight into an interrogation. “Oh, bitch. You been holding out on me!” She asks you five questions in a row without stopping to breathe before settling on one. “Who?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip. “...Rio.”

“Rio?” She frowns. “Like the guy we work for, Rio? With the eyebrows and the neck tattoo, Rio?”

“Yes, that Rio.”

“Wow.” You wince but decide it’s best to get it over with. “What? I know you, so I know there’s more where that came from.”

“I don’t know what to say! From what I can tell, he’s a decent dude, I guess, but you know what he does. You definitely know what we do for him! You don’t think that could be a problem?”

“It’s messy, for sure, and I can admit that, but I’ve been thinking about getting out anyway...” She nods. “Then, I guess there’s nothing else for me to say about that. You’re both grown, and you know what you’re doing.” She was your best friend, which meant she’d always give her honest opinion, but wouldn’t berate you about your choices. Just like that, you return to your regular discussion topics, everything from warehouse gossip (yes, even in the business of crime, there’s a rumor mill) to new music releases. Before you knew it, forty minutes had passed, and Rio was calling your phone. You promised to call her more often before hanging up.

You sing your ‘hello’ into the phone, hoping Rio can’t detect the shakiness in your voice as you clumsily pull on your bottoms.

“Hey, mama. You about ready? I know you’re sensitive about your space and all that.” He was referring to the fact that he had never been past the doorway of your home. Your home was your sacred place, so you were extra careful about who came in and what energy they brought. It was always nerve-wracking to let somebody into the space that you cherished so much.

“Yeah.” He picks up on the hesitancy in your voice. “Are you sure?” You nod your head as if he can see you before telling him yes with a giggle. “Alright, well, I’m outside. Can I come in?” You bite your lip, butterflies fluttering in your tummy. “Yeah, I’ll come unlock the door.” He whispers his thanks, and you take a moment to force yourself to relax. When you meet him at the door, you do so with an open mind and heart, taking in his appearance with a goofy grin on your face. As usual, he’s dressed in all black, wearing a well-fitted t-shirt and sweatpants. He’s casual but still so high quality and attractive.

“Hi.” You breathe out like a dork when you realize you’re staring. It helps that he seems just as mesmerized, stepping forward to envelop you in a tight, warm hug. He sways you from side to side before pulling back, his hands resting heavily on the top of your ass. He settles for a quick peck on the lips because he has something to say. “You’re as pretty as ever, darlin’.” He says earnestly, shaking his head as he steps back to look you over once more.

“Kiss me again.” His hands cup your ass as you devour each other in the open doorway. You forget your surroundings. “Damn, ma. Can I at least get inside before you jump my bones? I don’t mind giving your neighbors a show if that’s your thing, but…” You turn to hide your embarrassment, leaving him to close the door behind you as you gesture around the room as if you’re in an episode of MTV Cribs. “... here’s the living room. The kitchen’s through the arch. The bathroom’s over there...” He follows you with his red as you point.

“And the bedroom?”

You snort. “The tour stops here for now. Sit down.” Your tone leaves no room for argument. He settles into the soft couch while you grab the snack tray from the kitchen. Homemade popcorn, chocolate-covered pretzels, and dried fruit gummies are on the menu.

“All this for me?” His arms snake around your waist so that you can curl up into his side. “What we watching?” You grab the remote. “I saw a trailer this week that caught my attention. I’ll play it for you.” He didn’t care what you watched as long as he got to be close to you, so it didn’t take long for you to get the movie started. He stole glances at you when his knuckles brushed against your bare knees under the blanket. You’re embarrassed at how wet the small action makes you, so you stretch out across the couch and place your bare feet in his lap, silently planning your revenge. The movie may as well not be playing because you couldn’t be less interested in the plot as you lightly stroke him through his sweatpants with the balls of your feet.

“Ma...” He warns, watching you in the low lighting. He’s come to learn you like to tease, but he doesn’t think he can take it, not tonight. “Hmm?” You hum innocently, loving the strained look on your face. He doesn’t move even as you sit up on your haunches and kiss him. It’s slow and long in the best way. He pulls you to sit in his lap. His hands roam your body as you grind down onto him, relishing in the feeling of the soft skin on your tummy. He sighs into your mouth as one hand finds your bare breasts.

He pulls away to talk shit. “No bra? You just knew I was gonna put out, huh?” He pushes the cotton material up so he can see you properly. “Perfect.” He murmurs into your skin. You let him kiss and lick and suck on your nipples until the pressure you feel below is too much to handle. You’re a quivering mess when he finally helps you pull the cotton material up and over your head. It lands on top of the television behind you, but neither of you notice.

You nudge him until he removes his own shirt, and then he lifts his hips to help you when you begin tugging on his sweats. They puddle at his feet while you spread your legs wide, desperate to get your hands on him. “I could cry right now.” You admit honestly when you finally see him, biting your lip. He arches a brow. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing, darlin’?” His hips jerk when you take him into your hands, the cold temperature surprising him.

“It’s definitely a good thing.” You whisper excitedly, staring with wonder as he hardens in your hands. He barks out a laugh, stunned by your ability to make him laugh, even with his dick in your hands. “That’s really nice, ma. I feel real special.” Your eyes meet, and silent promises of all the filthy things you’re going to do to each other are exchanged. “You should. I’m about to change your life.” He throbs in your hands, loving that you find small ways to challenge him.

“Come on. Let’s go to bed.” He wraps his arms around you in preparation to get up, but you stop him with a shake of your head. “I don’t wanna.”

“No? What you wanna do then?”

You answer him by slipping to your knees. You spit on his dick, stroking him up and down slowly. He watches you closely as you lower your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip. It takes a lot of restraint, but he lets you do your thing, slowly working him deeper into your throat. He closes his eyes as he concentrates on lasting, but he can’t turn his ears off, the obscene smacks painting a vivid picture for him. When you swipe your tongue across his balls, he moves to stop you, grabbing your shoulders. Fire dances in your eyes as you realize you got him where you want him. “I don’t wanna.” You repeat.

“You are a brat.”

You release him with a pop. “The biggest.” You admit, swallowing him once more. He groans, thinking he can’t believe you’re the same sweet girl who bakes in a frilly pink apron and begs him to tell her bedtime stories.

“I want you to fuck me now.” He stops you before you can bend over the couch. “Slow down. I want you on your back, darlin.”

You throw his earlier words back at him. “That’s nice. I feel really special.”

“You should.” He mocks you, instructing you to hold your legs wide. He wastes no time licking and sucking you as enthusiastically as you had done him. “You’re so pretty. I could eat this pretty pussy forever.” He compliments as you squirm in his hold. “You’d let me, huh?” You shake your head frantically. “No! You’d drive..me crazy!” Payback is a mother, especially when Rio’s the one dishing it out. “Wait, wait—“You whimper, clawing at his shoulders.

“What?” He cajoles. He almost wants to laugh at the distressed look on your face. “I want you.” You pout, trying to sweet-talk him.

“You have me.”

“Not like this. Inside.”

“Yeah? You sure?”

“Mhm.” You swallow, watching as he fumbles around with his pants searching for a condom. He opens the golden foil packet with expert fingers, positioning himself in between your spread legs. “You don’t have any pointers for me now?” He drags his tip up and down your slit, slowly pushing his way further. Teasing. You shake your head. “No. Just fuck me.”

“That ain’t polite. You gotta say please, mama.” You scowled, but he didn’t budge. “Please.” You pleaded with the sweetest tone you could muster, sighing as he gave in. You cursed at the stretch, him at the way you squeezed him. “You feel…” He couldn’t find the words, so he buried his face in your neck, trying to gain some composure. You caressed the back of his neck sweetly. “You feel good too, baby.”

His hips stuttered forward, and you gasped as he worked himself deeper. You grasp his shoulders tightly, your nails embedding themselves into the soft skin.

“Yes!” You squeal.

“Like that?” He grits out, struggling to keep his rhythm.

“Yes, just like that!” You cry, moaning as he pounds up into you. His lips find yours again, and it’s bliss. Then before you can stop yourself, you’re calling him Daddy like it’s his given name. He groans into your sweaty neck like he’s in pain.

“You’re so nasty.” Overwhelmed and breathless, you whine your protest, “You’re nasty. Look at what you’re doing to me.” His eyes shift to where you’re connected. You’re creaming all over him and leaking down onto the couch, but you can’t bring yourself to care about anything other than coming. You do just that, mewling as you make an even bigger mess between your legs. He whispers filthy things into your ear as he finishes, grunting at the way you seem to be sucking him in even deeper.

“That was—“

“—unreal.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of you can bring yourself to move. Your sweat-covered skin sticks together. You swipe your hand against your forehead while he pants.

“I wanted to ride you at least once tonight, but after that, I’ll be lucky to make it to bed.”

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we really don't see enough imagines of tom teaching y/n how to play golf, it's classic romance. Could you write one? Thanks! x

Golf date.

A/N: I absolutely agree with this!! I feel like he'd be so excited to show you how to play!! Thank you for sending this in!! I hope you enjoy 💕💕

Warnings: Suggestive content. A writer who knows nothing about golf.

You'd been with Tom for almost a year, been to the golf course many times with him, you enjoyed watching him play. You were no good at the sport yourself, no good at all. Usually he went with his dad or Harry, playing with either of them in an intense game as you watched.

This time was a little different, you'd all gone on the golf retreat holiday, only this time you'd all met him there. Usually you'd both have a few days before going, having time to spend together before seeing other people, this time, not so much.

As much as Tom wanted to have an intense round of golf with his dad and Harry, he also wanted to spend time with you. He wanted you close, as close as physically possible to him and watching as you sat and watched wasn't close enough. It wasn't enough for him right now, you'd not seen in each other properly in three weeks and he missed you.

"You guys go on ahead." You heard Tom say as the finished a hole, piquing your interest, he was always eager to move onto the next.

"You not coming?" Harry asked.

"Nah, I'll catch up to you." Tom said and Harry furrowed his brows.

"What? You're not that far behind me." Harry said, Tom was losing this game apparently, none of it made any sense to you but you'd heard enough of his dad and brother's teasing to know he wasn't winning.

"You and dad finish up, I'm dropping out." Tom said as he gestured his head in your direction and Harry made a face to show he understood.

"Ah, yeah, I got you. See you at the end then?" Harry said as Tom nodded. Harry followed after their dad and you furrowed your brows as Tom turned to you.

"Come on." He said as he stretched his hand out for you to take, grabbing his gold gear with the other.

"Didn't wanna lose and listen to them gloat?" You teased and Tom smiled as your hand fell into his, walking slowly to the next hole.

"Something like that." He replied, you both watched as Harry and Dom finished their round to move onto the next. Tom standing behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist and placed small kisses to your neck in comfort as you talked about anything and everything. Just enjoying each other's company.

"Right," he said as he moved from behind you to stand next to you and you furrowed your brows as he moved for his stuff. It wasn't long before he pulled a club out and made his way back to you.

"Tom, what? I can't play." You laughed as he handed you the club.

"I'm gonna teach you." He smiled as he held the club up higher, gesturing you to take it.

"You are not going to have the patience for my terrible coordination." You snorted, you'd seen how seriously he took the game, he never fooled around when he played.

"I have all the patience in the world for you." Tom defended and you raised your brows.

"We'll see Tom." You said as you took the club. It was surprisingly heavier than you expected, they were in good shape, you'd seen Harry's enough to know what worn clubs looked like and Tom's were the opposite. Pristine condition, he looked after them like they were trophy's.

"Okay, this," he held a tee up to you. "Goes in the ground." He said as he placed it in the grass. "Then you put the ball on top." He finished as he fished a ball from his pocket and put it on top of the tee. "Then you take a swing." He said as he gestured for you to step up.

"That simple?" You asked with raised brows. If that's all it took to play you couldn't understand why people got so angry playing it.

"Well no," he laughed, "but you need to get the hang of this before before we even discuss wind speeds and direction..." You zoned out as you became entranced watching him talk about it. You'd always enjoyed watching him play, watching how deep into it he got, brows furrowed, bottom lip held between his teeth and don't even mention how good he looked in the gear.

"Darling?" He suddenly brought you back to earth with a laugh as you cleared your throat.

"I was listening, sorry." You said and he hummed.

"What was it I was talking about again?" He asked and you silently cursed yourself.

"I wasn't listening." You admitted in defeat and he laughed.

"Okay, come on sweetheart." He said again as he gestured for you take a swing. You held the club back out to him.

"Show me?" You said and he smirked.

"I'm not letting you get distracted." He knew you liked to watch him play, he knew it got you all hot and bothered, the evidence was in the many afternoons you'd practically jumped on him when you'd returned back to the hotel room.

"I won't, I won't." You held your hands up and he raised a brow as you sighed in defeat, he wasn't gonna let you get distracted. "Fine."

You stepped up and stood in front of him, you'd seen him stand enough to know you stood to the side before taking a swing. You stood and Tom laughed, his foot coming between your own and coaxing them apart.

"Feet level with your shoulders darling." You did as he said, placing the club in the position you'd seen a thousand times. "Good, now just swing for it." You did and well, it was awful, you completely missed the ball, somehow. You heard Tom laugh in endearment.

"Okay love, here." He said as he observed your grip on the club. "More like this." He said as he moved your hands, your heart warming at the contact.

"What difference is that gonna make?" You snorted and Tom smiled at you as he moved out of the way.

"You'll see." He said, "try again." He encouraged and you smiled as you swung for the ball again. You hit it this time but it was pathetic, it didn't travel very far at all. You couldn't help the laugh that came from you at the pathetic attempt.

"I think I'm better at mini golf." You laughed, completely amused at how terrible you'd done. "How do you hit it so far?" You turned to him, a smile on his face as he watched you laugh.

"Well, I mean, I do have bigger muscles darling." He said as he flexed his bicep and you snorted as you playfully punched it. "Hey," he laughed.

"Sorry," you playfully said as you 'kissed it better' and brought your hand around it, feeling it. You loved his arms and it was no secret.

"Feeling me up love?" He said as he brought his hand to your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss. It was sweet, innocent, nothing behind it other than having missed one another. You pulled away and placed your forehead against it.

"You wish." You teased as you moved away from him and he smirked.

"You're right, I do." He said and you laughed. "Okay, I'll show you how you hit it further." He said as he grasped your waist, kissing the tip of your nose before turning you around in his hold.

His hands came over yours on the club, your back pressed to his chest, you were half distracted now, distracted by how close he was. "M'okay," he said softly as he guided you. "Keep your eye on the ball before swinging back." He said and you felt his breath hit your neck, you couldn't help but let your head flop back onto his shoulder.

"I thought you weren't gonna let me get distracted." You said and he let out of breathy laugh before kissing your cheek.

"It's not my fault you can't concentrate." He teased as he lifted a hand to poke your side before placing it back over your own. "Okay, eye on the ball," he said as you lifted your head to look at the ball on the tee. "Swing back," he said as he guided you. "You need to follow through, make sure you use your body too, it's not just your arms that you need to make it go further." He explained.

He helped you, showing you what he meant, he practically did it for you, you watched as the ball disappeared. Tom lowered the club, taking it from your grasp. "See? It's mostly in the hip movement." He said and you turned to look at him.

"I think I have that." You said and Tom smirked.

"Oh, I know you have that." He winked and you laughed.

"You're gross."

"You love it." He said as he pulled you closer by your waist and flush against his chest. He placed a kiss to your lips and you hummed into it as you moved away "I love you." He said and you smiled as you used your hand to rub his bicep.

"I love you."

You walked hand in hand to find the ball, it had gone far but nowhere near as far as you'd watched Tom hit it on a good day. You stopped at the ball and took your next swing, it went far better this time, not as far as your previous hit but further than your first.

It wasn't long before you were at the hole, the flag sticking up from it as Tom removed it. You were about to take another shot when Tom laughed.

"Not with that one, wrong club." He said and you let out a quiet 'oh.' "Here." He said as he handed you one of the many clubs he had with him.

"There's different clubs for different things?" You asked as you swapped clubs, this one much lighter and Tom laughed shaking his head.

"You really don't pay any attention when you watch me play do you?"

"Yes. I pay attention." You defended yourself.

"To what exactly?" He raised his brows with an amused smile.

"You never specified what I don't pay attention to." You challenged with a smirk and he rolled his eyes playfully.

"When you say you pay attention, watching my arms and arse doesn't count." He said and you mocked understanding.

"Then I suppose you're right, I don't pay attention." You smirked and Tom laughed, watching as you tapped the ball, it didn't go too far and Tom laughed. "What?"

"You're gonna need to hit it a little harder than that, sweetheart. Can you feel how much lighter that club is in comparison to the other?" He asked and you nodded. "You need a little more force." He said and you nodded again, taking your next shot and watching as it rolled into the hole.

"Yes!" You exclaimed. "I'm not as bad as I thought I was gonna be."

"You're doing great darling." Tom said as he pulled you in for another kiss.

It wasn't long before you found yourself enjoying the game, you were getting slightly better, gaining an understanding for how to play. Tom guided you, talked you through how to get out of situations, laughing as you got angry when you ended up in the sand.

"Right," you said as you stepped up for the last and final hole. "I'm in the lead." You said and Tom smiled, he was definitely letting you win, claiming he was having a very bad game. You knew he was throwing it, you'd seen him when he was having a genuinely bad round and this was not it. He had no frustrations towards himself, no cursing under his breath, he was letting you win.

"I know what I need." You said, mischievous glint in your eye. "I figured out what I'm missing." You said and Tom furrowed his brows as he looked at you.

"What?" He asked and as soon as the words left his lips you'd taken his hat off his head. Placing it upon your own as you laughed, Tom smiled as he let you take it, you looked adorable in it anyway.

"I am the champion." You smirked as you watched the ball roll into the final hole. "You really are off your game today." You teased and you watched as Tom shrugged.

"What can I say? It happens." He said and you hummed.

"Sure Tom, sure."

"Oh, you just wait until I'm having a good day, you'll be sorry." He smirked as he packed his stuff away. "Besides, I couldn't see because of the sun, I could've pulled it back."

"I don't think so, face it, I'm just gonna be a better player than you." You laughed as you walked back to the hotel hand in hand, fingers laced together as they both became wrapped in warmth.

"Oh? You want a rematch? I'll take you tomorrow." He said as he squeezed your hand.

"I'd rather you took me in the shower." You teased and he snorted.

"You are something else." He shook his head.

"Not my fault you look so good in your golf attire." You smirked as you took your hand from his and smacked his behind, Tom grasping your arm and spinning you to face him, pulling you against him.

"Watch it." He raised a suggestive brow.

"Or what? What you gonna do Tom?" You challenged as he pulled you closer, hand leaving your arm as he slapped your arse back, giving a small squeeze after.

"Oh darling, you know exactly what I'll do." He whispered as he kissed you, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, your quiet gasp filling the air as he pulled back and released it.

"I'd rather you showed me." You whispered, lips ghosting each other's.

"You don't want to carry on teasing me baby, we both know who's better at it." He said and your breath hitched, the atmosphere between you shifting from playful to arousal.

You pulled him in for a kiss, this one more suggestive, bodies pulled close to each other as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you tight against him. One hand going to his hair and the other landing on his bicep, the kiss hot and heavy.

He pulled back for a breath and you took his bottom lip between your teeth as he pulled away, smirk evident on his face. You looked at him innocently, knowing what it would do to him, you had him in the palm of your hand now.

"Shower?" You said and you heard as he hummed before pulling back, stepping away from you.

"I fancy a drink actually. Besides I'm sure that's where dad and Harry will be by now." Tom said as he set off towards the hotel's bar, you scurrying after him.

"Tom!" You said, almost desperately as he turned to you with a smirk you knew all too well.

"I told you darling, we both know who's better at teasing and I'm not finished yet."

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Round of Golf (Tom Holland x Reader)

Summary: Tom convinces you to go golfing with him, and you will do anything to get out of it

TW: Smut (18+, minors interacting will be blocked), feminine reader, mention of the pandemic, mention of periods, swearing, exhibitionism, public nudity, unprotected sex

Word Count: 1438

A/N: This is my first published smut piece, so please be nice

Masterlist

It is no secret that Tom loves golf. You, on the other hand, hate golf. You are absolutely terrible at it, and in the almost two years you have been dating, you have managed to avoid golfing with him. Excuses like your period, feeling sick, needing to see a friend, and shopping emergencies were taken from you as soon as the pandemic forced you to spend all day, everyday, with Tom.

Tom knew this. That is exactly why, as soon as restrictions started to ease up, he asked, “Do you want to go golfing with me this weekend?”

“Are you sure it’s safe?” Of course, he knew it was safe. It is outside, and you already stay away from the other golfers.

“I’m sure. If you feel unsafe, we can leave.”

“Fine,” you give in, unable to come up with a good excuse. He does a little happy dance before you interrupt him. “But, you have to promise not to laugh at me.”

He promises, and you begin planning how you are going to get out of this. Luckily, a sale on tennis skirts helps you.

Saturday comes quicker than expected. You are just finishing your makeup when Tom calls “Babe, you ready?”

“Yep!” you answer, adjusting your skirt one last time before heading down to meet Tom. “Let’s go.”

Your outfit seems to have the desired effect. As you walk down the stairs, your shirt is just cut low enough that he can watch your breasts bounce, and your skirt, which is way too short for you to ever in public, gives Tom a great view of your panties.

“Are you sure you want to wear that?” he asks, not so subtly trying to hide his erection.

You frown, making a show of spinning around to look at your outfit. “Something wrong? I just got the skirt for today.”

He shakes his head. “No, no. You look great. Let’s just get going.”

Once you get in the car, you realize that unless you do something, you will have to golf. You spend the entire ride to the course fidgeting in your seat, constantly crossing and uncrossing your legs in hopes he will do something. It’s useless. He keeps his gaze fixed on the road in front of him.

He is serious about getting you golfing.

He finally gets you checked in and on the course. This is not how you wanted your day to go. You are going to golf, and Tom seems to have calmed down now. There seems to be no way out of this.

Tom is completely in his element. He takes the first swing, waiting for the ball to land before handing the club to you. “Your turn.”

You watch as he places the ball on the tee for you. “I have no clue what I’m doing.”

“Take a swing, love.”

“Help me?”

“Not yet. I wanna see if you are actually as bad as you say you are.”

“So, you’re just going to let me embarrass myself?”

“Of course not, love. Next group doesn’t come start for another hour. You’re only going to embarrass yourself in front of me.” He kisses your forehead. “I’ll help you with the next stroke.”

You roll your eyes. You try your best; you do, but your best is still pretty terrible. While the ball goes far, it lands off the course with the weeds and trees. Tom starts to laugh but quickly stops when you glare at him.

Tom explains exactly what you need to do as you make your way to the ball. Now that you are completely fed up with the game and completely alone, you try everything you can to get out of the rest of this game.

“Let’s work on your stance first.” Tom moves to stand behind and help you, but when you bend too far forward, he stops. Your ass is on full display for him.

“Like this?” you ask, looking up at him with big, doey eyes.

“N-no, you, uh, you need to stand up a little straighter.” He demonstrates the stance he wants. “Like this.”

You purposefully overcorrect, standing much straighter than him. “This?”

“Still not quite.”

“Could you help me?”

He nods. “S-sure.” He stands behind you, arms over yours, but he stands back.

You roll your eyes. How can he be this serious about a game of golf? You push yourself back, body molding into his. You can feel his erection. Suddenly, you have hope. Maybe, if you just finish this hole, you can be done. You swing your hips with the club, making Tom stifle a moan.

“Good job.” He quickly pulls away from you. “Let’s keep going. Still have seventeen holes left.”

You finally hit the ball into the hole, and you jump in celebration. “I did it, Tommy!”

“Yeah.” He wishes he could be more excited, but he can’t stop watching your body. When you bend over to grab the ball out of the hole, your ass is on full display again. This time, though, he can see a damp patch beginning to form in your panties. He swears he could come right then and there.

But, he knows what you’re doing. He knew what you were doing the moment you put that fucking skirt on. You hate golf, and you are willing to do anything to get out of it. It takes every ounce of his self-control not to take you right there, in the middle of the green, and let you win.

You continue your antics for the next three holes before he finally does something. You get out of the golf cart, stretching as you do. He doesn’t even think that you mean to do it, but your skirt comes up and the side of the lacy waistband of your underwear is exposed. He grabs it before you have a chance to stop him, tugging them down to the middle of your thighs.

“Take them off yourself, or I will.”

This is certainly not how you expected this to go. “What?”

He tugs on them, pulling you over to him. “I said, ‘Take them off yourself, or I will.’”

You take too long to answer. He pulls them harder, ripping them in half.

“We’re playing the rest of the course. You’re playing the rest of the course.” He barely manages to pocket the panties before he realizes his mistake. You are completely alone, so you have no reason to stop. He just made his life, quite literally, much, much harder.

You bend over to place the ball, and he can now see everything. You are glistening. As much as he wants to use the empty course to his advantage. He doesn’t. He makes the two of you play through the course.

With nothing to catch your arousal now, he watches as it drips down your thighs and soaks the edge of your skirt. He spends the entire game watching you get wetter and wetter. Hole eighteen could not have come sooner.

“Tommy?” you ask with big eyes. “Can you help me?”

He’s almost made it the entire game. He can’t let you win.

“Please?”

That’s all it takes. He marches over to you, wrapping his arms around you. He pulls you flush against his chest. His cock twitches under you. “For both of our sakes, you better finish this hole quickly.”

You don’t have enough of a mind to tease Tom further. You have finally resigned yourself to finishing the game. At least you are going to get something at the end.

You finally, finally, hit the ball in the hole. As you bend down to get the ball, Tom comes up behind you, grabbing your hips and pulling you against him.

“You knew exactly what you were doing when you put on that little skirt, didn’t you?”

You whimper as he slides his hand between the two of you to unzip his pants. “I didn’t want to golf.”

“You made that clear. Is there something you would rather do?” He lines himself up with your entrance, waiting to push until he hears you whisper, “You.” That’s all it takes for him to push into you. You let out an embarrassingly loud moan at the contact, and you are incredibly grateful that you are the only two here.

Because of how much you had worked each other up throughout the game, it only takes a few thrusts before your orgasm washes over you. You would be embarrassed if Tom hadn’t finished so soon after you, biting your shoulder to keep himself quiet. “You are never, ever, golfing with me again.”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland fanfiction #if you cant tell #i really fucking hate golf #also pls be nice #i need the validation #tom holland x you

[angellesword]

MAGIC SHOP | JJK (06)

Description: You and Jungkook were best friends who were in love with each other. What would happen when Soojin, your half sister who you’re trying to impress, told you she’s in love with Jungkook too?

Alternatively:

“Would you believe me if I said that I was scared of everything too?”

Genre: childhood best friends to lovers, family drama, angst, fluff, idiots to lovers, pining, slice of life au.

Pairing: Architect!Jungkook x Architect!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mention of sexist behavior, (old men being trash) forced marriage.

SERIES: CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 7

Jungkook never imagined that he would be spending his Monday with a bunch of men he didn't like.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this..." Taemin smiled apologetically at Jungkook, but he didn't seem apologetic at all. It was as though your father planned all of this to happen.

Taemin didn't even ask Jungkook if he wanted to be a part of this. The head architect was actually surprised when right after he dropped you off to work this morning, he was escorted by Taemin's bodyguards to the parking lot, saying that your father needed to talk to him.

"No worries, as long as I'm still getting paid today. My hourly rate is not a joke, you know..."

Taemin laughed. This time his smile didn't seem fake, like he truly appreciated Jungkook's assurance.

"I can double your pay today. It's Monday after all."

Jungkook nodded because he was pleased. The double pay was just a bonus. The fact that he got to spend the day away from the construction site was already a breath of relief.

Mondays were the busiest time of the week for Jungkook. This was why he didn't understand why Taemin and some shareholders of Castle decided to play golf today.

They just mingled at the party last Saturday. Wasn't it enough? What more did they need to talk about?

"Architect Jeon! Come play with us!" When one of the shareholders called Jungkook's attention, he realized that the party was indeed not enough time to talk about business.

This was an extension of that party. Jungkook just wasn't sure why he was suddenly included. Was it because he got to talk to Mr. Wang last week? The latter was a prospective investor after all.

Maybe these men wanted to know what Jungkook thought about Mr. Wang. Admittedly, he was the only one who got to talk to the older man. Mr. Wang was hard to read. They were surprised that he spared the head architect some time.

Perhaps this wasn't about Mr. Wang at all. Maybe Taemin and the shareholders just wanted to know Jungkook's secret and charm.

"Be right there," Jungkook nodded at them before turning to look at Taemin.

"Let's join them?"

Your father nodded as well, standing up and grabbing his golf club.

Jungkook enjoyed golf. He was a decent player. He was told that this game somehow revealed the personality of a businessperson. He usually met with different clients so he figured that it's best if he could at least get an idea how people in this industry acted.

This was Jungkook's first time to play golf with Taemin and the shareholders though. He normally played this with his business clients.

"Congratulations again for closing that deal with Mrs. Lee, Architect Jeon..." Shareholder Kang said while scanning the course map.

"Ah," Jungkook momentarily stopped setting up his swing upon hearing that. He stood up straight, scratching the back of his head while smiling awkwardly at the older man.

"Thanks, but it won't be possible without Architect Soojin. It's her team's idea after all..."

Mr. Kang snickered, causing Jungkook to raise his brow.

"Why? Did I say something funny?"

"Not really." Mr. Yoo was the one who answered Jungkook's question. "But we feel like you are the sole reason why Mrs. Lee accepted the proposal."

The other shareholders hummed in agreement, smiling. Jungkook did not find this amusing though. In fact, Mr. Yoo's take only caused your best friend to raise his brow even higher.

"I don't understand. It is not my idea. I'm barely assisting Architect Kim and her team."

Jungkook's tone was edgy. He wanted these men to realize that their belief was bull. However they continued to justify that they were right and he was wrong.

"You're too humble for your own good, head architect." Mr. Song teased, knees slightly bended as he leaned forward at his hips.

"Ms. Kim Soojin's idea is..." He paused to look for the best way to describe the project.

"Unrealistic, unconvincing, shallow." Mr. Lim supplied.

Mr. Han laughed mockingly.

"In short, her idea is lame."

"Exactly. It's better to file for bankruptcy if all the architects in Castle are like that." Mr. Yoo playfully swung the gold club, waiting for his turn.

Shareholder Song was taking so long in hitting the ball.

"I mean, come on!" Mr. Kang groaned. "A luxury spa? Who wants that when there are saunas everywhere? Hell, I'm a millionaire but I'll choose a public bathhouse. It's cheaper."

Mr. Han shrugged off.

"Me too. I'm just glad you're part of the project, Architect Jeon. You can fix Ms. Kim's lapses."

Mr. Lim agreed.

"It's also a good thing that Mrs. Lee is stupid enough to agree with the proposal. Ah, women..." He shook his head. "They have big ass and tits but they lack this!"

The men cackled when Mr. Lim pointed at his brain, implying that women had small brains.

Jungkook was starting to think that the double pay wasn't worth it if it meant he had to spend time with these imbeciles. Would it even be enough to cover the medical expenses he would incur if he beat the shit out of them?

"That true! Have you seen Ms. Kim's ass? Taemin!" Mr. Song turned to look at Soojin's father.

"I just have to say this, man. Your daughter is so sexy, especially when she's wearing those tight skirts. Damn!" Mr. Song continued, twisting his shoulder to bring the club all the way up. "Tell her I'm willing to buy all skirts for her—"

Jungkook couldn't take it anymore.

"Shut your mouth." He barked at Mr. Song, but his eyes were focused on Taemin, wondering why he was quiet when his own daughter was being treated like shit.

Jungkook thought that his threat was taken seriously by them. They actually stopped laughing, some of them even cleared their throat like they regretted opening their mouth in the first place.

Mr. Song didn't say anything for a while either. He just swung his golf club, finally hitting the ball.

It went straight to the hole.

The men cheered, but Mr. Song wasn't smiling, just glaring daggers at Jungkook. The latter didn't feel intimidated at all.

If Soojin's father wouldn't do right by her, then Jungkook would. He couldn't just stand here and let this sexist piece of shit blabber.

"What?" Jungkook squared his jaw, inhaling. Mr. Song was standing too close to him, almost hitting his chest.

Mr. Song's jaw clenched. Jungkook readied himself to throw a punch, but he was surprised when the older man chuckled loudly.

"Good, good, little Jeon!" He patted Jungkook's shoulders, the smile on his lips was still apparent.

"You know how to defend your woman, huh?"

Jungkook parted his mouth to speak. He wanted to tell Mr. Song that Soojin wasn't his woman. She was her own person. He also wanted to say that he would defend any woman who was being harassed by someone like him.

He wasn't able to do it though. Mr. Song cut him off.

"See, this is the attitude of a true king." He patted Jungkook's shoulder again before turning to Soojin's father.

"Am I right, Taemin? Architect Jeon is fit to be the next chairman of Castle..."

"Yes." Taemin smiled tightly. The other men approved, saying that Jungkook had their votes when it was time to elect for the next chairman. Kim Taemin wasn't getting any younger. Sooner or later, he had to give up his position.

"Architect Jeon will surely be my successor."

"Sir." Jungkook said pointedly, flickering his irises at Taemin. What the fuck was he talking about? He was not the successor. It was Soojin.

"Oh, look at the time!" Taemin beamed, glancing at his Rolex and purposely ignoring his adopted son. "It's getting late, isn't it? Shall we have lunch together?"

"Ah, right." Mr. Lee caressed his stomach. "Diabetic men are not allowed to skip meals."

Lunch with Taemin and the shareholders was torture. Jungkook didn't know how many times he had to stop himself from punching these men.

Seriously. He couldn't count how many times they talked shit about women and people who weren't as wealthy as them.

They also complained about literally everything. Mr. Yoo smacked the head of one of the waiters for getting his order wrong.

"I said I want a well done steak! Not this garbage!" Mr. Yoo stabbed the medium well steak with a fork, causing the poor waiter to flinch.

"Ah. We should've eaten at home! You dogs should try my wife's steak. Hell, she's really perfect in my kitchen."

Jungkook wanted to say something, but Taemin subtly shook his head, silently telling the younger that it's not worth it.

But it is. Jungkook was dying to say. Keeping quiet implied that he was okay with this even when he was not.

"Let it go. We'll talk about it later." Taemin assured Jungkook when the latter looked like he was on the verge of walking away.

This was the longest hours of his life. He couldn't stand up, couldn't take a break from listening to them. These men took their time, just mocking people while drinking coffee and blowing cigarette smoke.

Jungkook stole a glance at his wrist watch. It was already 4:42pm. Shit. He was supposed to pick you up at five o'clock. Guess he should just rain check on that dinner date he promised you tonight, huh?

He was about to send you a text message when he realized that he left his phone inside his car, his car that was in the parking lot of Castle. Damn it.

Jungkook wished he could just head home and kiss you, however it wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

"Where are we going?" He asked Taemin who took a left turn, direction away from the office.

The shareholders called it a day, saying they had to head home and sleep.

"You'll see," Taemin didn't reveal much, causing Jungkook to get more annoyed.

"No. Tell me." He was having none of it. Jungkook was exhausted. He didn't understand why Taemin had to drive and send his bodyguards home.

The older man didn't like talking when he was driving, saying he had to 'focus," because safety was their first priority.

Jungkook was pretty sure this was only an excuse. Perhaps Taemin didn't know how to explain his behavior when he was with the shareholders. He probably knew that he sucked for not defending Soojin and for lying about Jungkook being his successor.

"I'll tell you when we get there."

For the nth time, Jungkook wasn't able to do anything. He gave up. There was no point in arguing with Taemin because he would only be met with silence or dismissal.

Fortunately Jungkook and Taemin arrived at their destination before the former lost his patience.

The drive wasn't long, distance-wise, but the traffic jam in Seoul was getting worse.

"We're here." Taemin announced, stopping the car right in front of the columbarium where the urn of Jungkook's father was stored.

Jungkook's creased his forehead

"Why are we here?"

"I miss him." Taemin simply shrugged, getting out of the car and heading straight to the building.

Jungkook followed him. He visited his father as often as he could. He was sure the flowers he brought not more than a week ago hadn't wilted yet. Still, he felt bad that he came here today empty handed.

Taemin brought a flower though. It was a piece of orange geiger that he probably plucked at the golf course.

The flora was already crushed because Taemin kept it in the pocket of his slacks. It didn't stop him from putting it right beside Jong-in's urn.

"He hates the color orange." Jungkook reminded, snorting as he stared at the polaroid film placed against the urn.

It was a picture of him and Jong-in when he won first place in Taekwondo. He was only ten years old that time. You were the one who took the photograph, supporting him all the way.

"He hates cowards too." Jungkook added.

"I know, me too..." Taemin was also staring at the photograph. "That's why I hate myself."

Jungkook balled his hand into a fist.

"Then why be one?" He almost snarled at your father. "Why did you let those men say those...stupid things to Soojin? Why let them get away with it?"

Jungkook was fuming. The frustration he felt was too much that he couldn't hide it anymore. Tears brimmed his eyes.

It pained him to hear them talk about Soojin like that. He didn't love her in a romantic way, but she was his family. He treated Soojin like his little sister.

"Your father..." Taemin spoke after a short while. He still couldn't face Jungkook.

"Your father loved Castle. He poured his time and energy in the company. I am aware that you know this too. You sometimes joked about it, right? You asked him if he loved Castle more than he loved you..." Taemin smiled.

Jungkook couldn't help it. He giggled as well. Yeah. Those were the good old days. Jungkook could never forget the face his father would make whenever he asked that question.

"When he was still alive, he would always say that he wants me to take good care of you and the company if ever something happens to him."

Jungkook's smile immediately turned into a scowl. It had been many years since his father passed away, yet this was still a sore topic for him.

"That's what I'm doing right now, Jungkook-ah. Those filthy men are the lifeblood of our company. We have to be careful around them."

Jungkook shook his head.

"Does that mean we have to keep silent even if what they're doing is wrong?"

"Yes." Taemin didn't even bat an eyelash. Those men had big shares in the company, they were part of the board of directors too.

"Business is a game. You can't win if you don't have resources. Better build an army rather than collecting enemies."

"What's the point of building an army if they can't respect you?" Jungkook scoffed.

"People will only respect you if you don't go against them. You will never be respected if you don't have power." Taemin retorted. "So stay in power, Architect Jeon. That's when you'll be able to really control people."

Jungkook attempted to ponder about what Taemin told him. The older man was his mentor for years. Admittedly, he had learned a lot from Taemin. What happened today was probably the only lesson he didn't like and understand.

"Can you drop me off at the office, uncle? I left my car there..." Jungkook blurted out, heart beating fast upon realizing that he hadn't called you all day.

It was already 6:22pm. Did you wait for him? Did you call him? Were you mad? God. You're probably pissed at him.

"I'll ask my secretary to take care of it. We need to go home. Family dinner. Everyone's waiting for us."

"Everyone?" Jungkook hiccupped. Did it mean that you would be there too?

"Yes. My children and my wife. All of us."

Jungkook simply nodded, choosing to conserve his energy because he knew he still needed to apologize to you. Maybe this would also be the perfect opportunity to finally tell Soojin what he felt for her.

They arrived at the mansion at exactly seven pm. The house was usually quiet, but tonight was different.

Everyone seemed to be in a hurry, causing Jungkook to think if he had missed something. Was today someone's birthday?

"Are we celebrating something?" This was what Jungkook said the moment he took a step inside the dining area.

There was a feast.

Taemin was right. Every member of the family was present. Jungkook's eyes shifted to you, like it was natural for him to find you whenever, wherever.

You were not looking at him though. Your eyes were trained on your empty plate.

"Are you kidding me, Jungkook? It's your engagement—" Taehyung who was seated on your right, tried to speak, however he was cut off by Sin-ae.

"You two are right on time! Come! Sit!" Sin-ae grinned nervously, helping to remove her husband's coat.

Soojin tried to do the same with Jungkook.

"I got it..." Jungkook stopped Soojin from latching on his arm, his eyes were still focused on you.

He wanted to ask if you were alright. You seemed down and you hadn't spared him a single glance.

"Sit beside me, JK," Soojin still managed to hold onto his biceps, pulling him to sit right across from you.

"What are we celebrating again?" Jungkook was talking to Taehyung but his gaze was still on you.

Your youngest brother turned to Jungkook, a playful smirk was plastered on his lips. He looked amused.

"Why don't you ask my lovely sister Soojin?" Taehyung was munching a piece of pickled radish. "Or my mom? I'm sure they'll be happy to tell you since it looks like you don't have any idea what's happening..."

"Let's just enjoy our food first, shall we, huh, Kim Taehyung?" Sin-ae gritted her teeth, giving her youngest son a pointed look.

Jungkook shrugged. He wasn't that interested anyway. He only went here because you were here. He wanted to apologize to you.

It was clear to him now that you were pissed. You liked shrimps, but hated peeling them so he did it for you. Using his chopsticks, he picked up the two shrimps and transferred it to your plate.

Instead of thanking him or smiling at him, you just pushed the seafood to the corner of your plate, like you didn't want to eat them.

"You're awfully sweet to her, aren't you, JK?" Namjoon who was sitting on your left, voiced out, noticing how Jungkook treated you.

Your flinched, heart skipping a beat.

"You just gave her shrimps." Namjoon said again when Jungkook just creased his forehead.

"Ah. She likes shrimps." He shrugged, failing to notice that the act was a big deal. He had done this many times already. Jungkook always peeled shrimps for you ever since you two were kids.

"Careful there. Soojin might get jealous."

"Why would you get jealous?" Jungkook asked your sister directly. "We're not dating."

Seokjin and Taehyung choked. Namjoon dropped his fork. Sin-ae was flustered while both Soojin and his father sighed: the former in exasperation while the latter did it in exhaustion.

You remained silent despite the fact that everyone seemed surprised because of what Jungkook said.

"What?" The head architect raised a brow, confused. "You're all acting weird."

Except you, but Jungkook already knew you were damn good at hiding your emotions.

No one was aware that you were shocked and confused too. Why was Jungkook acting like he had no idea what was happening?

Could it be because....it's the truth? Was he really clueless?

Your assumption was confirmed when Taemin awkwardly cleared his throat, shifting his attention to your best friend.

"Remember when I told you earlier that you're going to be my successor?"

Jungkook raised his head slightly.

"Well...it's the truth. You're going to be the chairman of Castle after marrying my daughter—" Taemin gulped. "—Soojin."

"No." Jungkook stated, so fast he didn't even blink.

"Jungkook—"

"I said no." Jungkook's voice was full of authority, his eyes were dark, jaw and fist clenching.

"But we have already announced it publicly." Sin-ae mumbled. She didn't realize that Jungkook would react this way. He was always so kind, sweet, and level headed.

He was different tonight. Truthfully, he looked terrifying as he glowered at Taemin.

"I get it now," Jungkook cackled, wetting his lower lip. "Meeting with the shareholders and bringing me to the columbarium? These were all part of your plan."

Huh. He was so stupid to fall for your father's trap. Taemin didn't give two shits about his 'promise' to Jong-in. He was only doing all of this for his own interest.

"You need me to marry Soojin because it's what the shareholders want, right?"

Taemin didn't deny Jungkook's accusation.

"They will withdraw their shares in the company if Soojin becomes the chairperson. They want a man to be in power, Jeon."

"Then let them go. It's their loss."

"You know very well that it's not. Our empire will fall without them."

"Then let the empire fall." Jungkook threw the napkin on his plate. He was done. He lost his appetite. "I don't care. I'm not marrying Soojin."

He said it with finality that Soojin couldn't help but gasp.

"Yah, Jeon Jungkook!" Her fist landed on top of the table. "Does the idea of marrying me so bad that you're willing to let our company fall, huh?"

"Yes." Jungkook didn't hesitate. "It's bad because I don't love you like that, Soojin. I can't love you the way you want me to."

"Nobody said you two need to love each other." Seokjin took part in the conversation. He only said this because he and his wife didn't marry for love. It was for business too.

"Then why get married? I don't believe in marriage for convenience. I will only do it for love." Jungkook switched his gaze at you the moment he said the word 'love'

He was surprised to see you already staring at him. You looked away when he caught you though.

"So sappy, JK." Taehyung teased. "Why? Do you love someone else?"

"I do." Jungkook was very honest and it was starting to annoy you. You wondered if he ever processed his thoughts first. It looked like he just kept saying things that entered his mind.

"Who is she?" Soojin demanded. She wanted to scream.

Jungkook looked like he was about to say something without thinking again, but before he could do that, you interfered.

"Oh no!" Your eyes dilated, elbowing the glass of champagne and letting the sticky drink stained your dress.

"Oh, for God's sake!" Sin-ae rolled her eyes, snapping at you. "You're so clumsy! You're ruining our night!"

"Eomma..." Taehyung warned. He was about to grab a napkin so he could hand it to you, but Jungkook was already on his feet, going near you.

"Are you okay?" He leaned closer to you, dabbing the napkin onto your dress.

You took advantage of his close proximity.

"Don't say anything about us. Please." You whispered and then you slightly pushed him away.

"I'm okay. Thanks, Jungkook." You stood up quickly, almost stumbling in doing so. Fortunately your best friend managed to grab your wrist.

"Careful..." He said softly, hands grabbing your waist.

You pushed him away again, trembling.

"I-I'll just change." You didn't wait for their approval.

You just left with your heart still beating fast.

#jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #ficswithluv #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #armywriterssupport #jungkook x yn #jungkook x oc #bts fic #jungkook best friends to lovers #best friend jungkook

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photographs pt. 1; t.holland

(𝐠𝐢𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭)

idea: reader is a photographer n can’t stop staring, flirting ensues and reader slyly goes “maybe you should be the  one taking photos, it’ll last longer than your staring” note: When I tell you I read this and my heart just burst because who wouldn’t stare? Ugh thank you @moonflowcrr

Pairing: Tom x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1.7K

“If you can just tilt your head a bit,” you spoke as you watched him through the lens. He shifted his body on the couch, tilting his head as you’d instructed. His movements were fluid, eyes never leaving the camera.

Snapping photos, you watched his brows furrow still maintaining a softness that pierced through the lens.

“Great,” you whispered loud enough for him to hear. “Try something like this.” Moving the camera from your face, you ran your index finger along your lips. He nodded following your lead. His eyebrows relaxed after a few shots and he moved his fingers over his lips gently once again. Gulping, you stopped clicking on your camera focusing on his jawline. It clenched as he brushed his lips softly. The room suddenly felt small, your eyes hyper focused on his facial features. 

He was mesmerizing.

“You okay, love?” he asked fixing his coat, focusing on your face behind the lens. He was so smooth. The words just rolling off his tongue like calling you ‘love’ was something he did often. You’d just met him.

Peeking from behind the camera, you nodded quickly clearing your throat while moving away from him. You were embarrassed to say the least.

Were you that obvious?

“Just going to get a few more shots and I can show you,” you said bringing the camera back to your face. Secretly, you couldn’t help but trace every centimeter of his face trailing down to his hands resting gently on his chest. His brows back to its furrowed state, pulling you in.

Not realizing you were physically moving closer to him, you felt your knee brush against his. Your body went rigid before stepping back like you’d just touched fire.

“That was a good one,” you heard someone who was behind the monitor call out. “Get a few more like that,” they contributed to the creative and you had to please the client. Even though your heart was beating rapidly. 

You hovered over his body with your camera watching him shift his hips in the slightest, thrusting the air as his chest rose gently. Gulping, you felt your hands getting sweaty as you held the camera. Your leg brushed against his, the touch burning through your jeans.

“I think we’ve got it,” you heard the same person from before say. “Come take a look.”

Moving back, in the rush of the moment and your foggy mind, you stumbled. Tom’s reflexes were quick, his fingers curled around your arm preventing you from hitting the ground. That would’ve been embarrassing.

Your heart was beating quickly. Not only did you stumble in front of him, but he was holding your arm and you felt like you were going to melt.

Thankfully, your camera was okay. At least that’s what you tried to focus on to distract from the whole ordeal. Rather than focusing on how rapidly your heart was beating. So quickly it felt like it was going to jump out of your chest. His fingers still curled around your arm.

“You alright, darling?” His voice brought you a strange comfort and you nodded quickly clearing your throat. Darling. You could practically melt in his arms.

“Thanks. Come, I’ll show you some of the photos.” You led him to the monitor that was set up nearby. Taking your place in front of the monitor, you scrolled through the shots as Tom looked over you at the screen. His arms were crossed, a focused look on his face.

You were scrolling aimlessly, you hadn’t noticed he was no longer looking at the screen. His eyes were fixated on you. He watched the way your lips pouted slightly while you concentrated moving between two similar photos before choosing the best one. He noticed the way your brows relaxed when you made your decision. A look of gratification on your face.

“What do you think?” You asked crossing your arms stepping back looking at the photos you selected.

Clearing his throat, Tom unraveled his arms playing with his collar to divert from the fact that he’d been staring at you. Memorizing every bit of your face.

Inside, your heart was beating rapidly. Outside, you smirked.

“Maybe you should be the one to take a photo, it’ll last longer.” You remarked with a glint in your eye and a playful smile on your face.

“Funny,” Tom blushed, chucking softly, looking at the photo on the screen, hoping you wouldn’t see how flustered you made him.

But you saw. You’d memorized every inch of his face as you stared from behind the lens of your camera. He was ingrained in your memory.

“I don’t mean to be too forward, but you want to grab lunch?” His words were certain, his voice confident as he glanced at you. He regained his composure, taking charge of the moment once again. He had you back in the palm of his hand. It was your turn to be flushed.

“Sure,” you almost whispered. Your voice betraying you as it cracked.

“Now?” his brows raised turning to you completely.

“You should probably get out of these clothes first,” you hummed playfully tugging at the coat. “I think you’re overdressed,” you added looking down at your jeans and t-shirt.

His laugh rung in your ears, making your chest warm.

“Do you like it?” Tom asked as he swallowed his bite lifting the sandwich in his hands. You couldn’t help, but laugh lifting your sandwich approvingly.

“Can’t go wrong with a sandwich. Solid,” you made an ‘okay’ signal with your hand taking a bite. This time, Tom laughed watching you struggled with a piece of lettuce. The messy bite leaving a bit of mayo on the corner of your mouth.

Without thinking, Tom dove in brushing away the mayo with his index finger before cleaning his finger on a napkin. The moment intimate, neither of you thinking twice about the exchange.

You felt his thigh brush against yours as the two of you sat on the steps of his trailer. The sandwiches that were delivered for the crew cradled in your hands as you both continued eating comfortably.

•

“Are you still texting that boy?” your friend’s eyes traveled to your pinging phone which was resting face down on the table. You were having brunch at her house and your phone was glued to your side. A string of text messages were setting off your notifications.

“Um yeah,” you chuckled biting the inside of your cheek. Your fingers grazed over your phone wanting so bad to look at the text messages, but out of respect you didn’t. She watched your fingers tap on the back of your phone impatiently.

“Just check,” she rolled her eyes playfully as you turned the phone looking at the text messages. You couldn’t control the muscles in your face, they instantly pulled your lips into a smile. Your cheeks hurt from how hard you were trying not to be obvious.

“Who is he that you’re so obsessed?” your friend looked at you with wonder.

“Just a guy I met at a photo shoot. I probably shouldn’t even be talking to him. It’s unprofessional. Do you think?” you looked at her searching for answers that she didn’t have. But upon seeing your helpless face, her gaze softened and she shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t see what’s wrong with it,” she smiled. “Now tell me more.” She beamed resting her chin on her hands as she leaned over her plate.

•

“Oh wait there,” you exclaimed pulling your phone out of your pocket crouching down to take a photo of Tom who was swinging a mini-golf club. “That’s the shot,” you whispered as his face brightened coming towards you. His body getting bigger in the frame as he came near. His hand reaching towards you.

You took his hand as he lifted you from where you were couching.

“Does everything have to be a photo with you?” he asked jokingly wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you looked at the images in your phone.

“I am a photographer,” you remarked looking up at him with a ‘what do you expect’ look. He chuckled as his lips brushed against your head, his eyes focusing on the images that you were scrolling through. “I like that one,” he stated pointing at the one where he was looking into the distance, the mini-golf club swinging giving the photo movement.

“The model could use some work, but the lighting-” you laughed feeling Tom squeeze you gently before wrapping his arms around you completely.

“I could teach you real golf,” he whispered kissing the top of your head. Your fingers were spread across his back, your phone clinging to his back as you felt your cheeks burn.

“Mini-golf is fun,” you smirked clearing your throat. The moment getting too intimate, you tried deflecting.

“Ouch.” He touched his chest furrowing his brows playfully. “Golf is fun too.”

“Yeah, if you’re a sixty year-old man.” You teased getting ready to hit the golf ball. Tom chuckled watching the ball navigate through the funky golf course.

He was captivated. And he was falling hard.

•

“Don’t move,” Tom instructed pulling out his phone. Your dinner had just been brought out and it was sprawled around you like a feast. Tom leaned back enough to capture the food and your face in photo. A shy smile spread across your face as you placed your hands under your chin making it silly.

“Perfect,” Tom chuckled. It’d become a thing. Your life capture in photos. At unexpected times. Set up or not, your phone was full of memories.

“Are you still able to do the shoot tomorrow?” Tom asked reaching for fork as he dug into his food. With your mouth full, you nodded giving him a thumbs up. 

“Perks of dating a photographer,” he chuckled as you raised your eyes.

“I’m the one dating the movie star,” you laughed. “I think your job is cooler.”

Tom shrugged. “I met you, so I guess it’s not that bad.”

The statement made your heart flutter and you stopped mid bite to look at him. He was focused on his food, but the comment floated between the two of you. Offering you both a familiar comfort.

PART TWO

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Escape ✈︎ Chapter 10

✈︎ chapter 10: SOPE Game Night ft. Tae pt. 1 | ✈︎ Escape Series — 18+, Mature

 ✈︎ genre: smut

 ✈︎ word count: 3721 words

 ✈︎ pairing: taehyung x reader; yoongi x reader; hobi x reader

 ✈︎ warnings: dirty talk, sex games, fingering, teasing, voyeurism, breast play, neck sucking, kissing, fingering, dual hand job, dom/sub undertones, food play (honey), lowkey about to turn into a 4some, some serious misuse of a twister game mat, cunnilingus, edging, dom’s arguing at cockblocking, cockwarming, cliffhanger (oooops)

 ✈︎ summary: You finally snag an invite to the elusive and super secretive SOPE game night.

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It was always fun on the island, especially because there was always something to do, whether it was helping Jin at the restaurant, keeping up with the orders and supplies that needed to go out, or helping to spruce up the island as slowly more things were built up and added. You had volunteered to help the 95z line with supply orders, since the faster it was done, the more free time they had to spend with all of you ladies. 

“Tae! Let’s split the buildings,” Jimin said, ”I can go check the visitor bungalows and the satellite office building; Keyla and Shey can come with me,” he pointed at two girls who climbed on the gold cart with him to head over to check out the visitor bungalows.

"He's in a rush to get things done today," you say to Tae and you both laugh.

"Jimin is usually the laziest, trying to do the least work, but I think he's trying to show off in front of our helpers," Tae says.

You both turn as you hear footsteps approaching. 

"Hoseok Hyung, are you here to help us?" 

He doesn't look amused at the question. 

"That's not what I'm here for," he says as he lets out a slightly irritated sigh, "Joon is busy until tomorrow, and we have a very important game night planned. I was coming to see if you wanted to replace him and run the games with Yoongi and I?"

Taehyung's eyes get huge and he smiles that big boxy smile. 

"Of everybody, you're asking me? Of course I'll take his spot tonight!"

Hoseok continues to tell him the games start at 9 PM sharp, so he needs to be there by 8 PM to help get everything setup, and other details which you couldn't quite hear. After Hoseok was done and walked away, you had a hundred questions for Tae. 

"So a game night, huh? I didn't see it anywhere on any itinerary, why not? Is it by invite only? Why have I never been invited? Tae?" 

He's still shocked that his hyung chose him, his mouth parted in disbelief.

"What? Oh! Umm, it's a private game night, by invite only, I haven't ever been invited until today. He said I can bring a guest, so, do you want to accompany me?" 

"Hell yeah!" You screech in excitement. You are so excited, but then you get nervous. 

"Tae, what kind of games are by invite only?"

He shrugs his shoulders. 

"I don't know, but we’ll find out tonight! Let's finish this, we only have a few hours and we both need to shower and get ready before we go. I'll meet you at your house at 7:45 and we can walk over there together, okay?"

You nod in agreement, and you both jump in the golf cart and begin checking the rest of the buildings to get a supply order taken. You are so excited about tonight and you have no idea what's in store for you.

 ✈︎ 

At 7:30, you hear a familiar voice enter the house. 

"Is Y/N in her room? I'm a bit early, but we have some stuff we have to take care of... I’ll come by and see you later, okay?" You hear what sounds like an ass being smacked, then footsteps towards your door.

You walk out just as Tae reaches for your doorknob. 

"So you weren't going to knock, mm?" You smile and close the door behind you, because your room is a mess. You tried on a hundred different outfits, wanting to look desirable, yet casual.

Tae just stood there, looking you up and down and licked his lips before biting his bottom lip.

"Damn, you look fucking sexy! Sorry to be blunt, but compared to earlier, whoa!" 

You feel your cheeks begin to get warm and red, you smile while looking down in embarrassment. 

"Am I trying too hard you think?"

Tae cups your chin with his large hand and lifts your head so he can look in your eyes. You feel your body react, his own eyes a deep pool of chocolate that melt you down to your core.

"You look amazing, don't be embarrassed. It just took me by surprise. You're usually so... how do I say..? Casually dressed? I-I, you know what? You look fucking hot and I'm glad you're going to the game night with me. I'll have the hot chick on my arm when I walk in." 

He winks at you and gives your ass a smack in the tight minidress, which perfectly sits right at the bottom of your cheeks. 

You jump at the smack, then give him a grin. He winks before offering you his arm, to which you wrap your small hand around his bicep and he leads you out the front door.

 ✈︎ 

When you arrive at the BTS Dorm, you notice that the door is locked, which is abnormal. You see Taehyung fumble with the key, a jittery tremble to his usually smooth movements. As the door swings open, he turns to look back at you, a wide and boxy grin overtaking his face as he reaches for you and pulls you flush to his chest in the doorway. 

“Ready to have fun?” Tae asks, his hand pushing the door shut behind behind you before trailing it lower down your back to cup your ass cheek as his eyes twinkle with glee as he drinks you in. 

“With you? Always.”

He dips his head lower, encasing you in a kiss that makes you shiver at what’s to come, before stepping back, both of you panting slightly to catch your breath before he pulls you inside and locks the door behind you both.

He pins you up against the door, leaning his head down to whisper into your ear. 

“I could take you right here, you know that?” He presses up against you, making it very clear that he is aroused, as he lets you feel his slight erection up against your stomach.

“So, did you really just get me here to fuck? Or are we going to enjoy this game night first?” You give him a sly smile and he backs away slowly, attempting to adjust his pants to conceal his large print down his thigh. He takes your hand gently, pulling you to him so your body is still flush with him as he walks backwards down the entry hall. His hands make their way to cup your ass, and that’s when you hear music and a deep, familiar voice cut through the sexual tension.

“Where is Tae at? I thought I was slow.” He gives you one last squeeze before going back to your hand with his as you both enter the living area; you see Yoongi spread out on the couch, in a t-shirt and basketball shorts. 

“About damn time, we need to get you familiar with our game night rules… and hello lovely,” Hoseok says with a charming, yet devilish grin and tone. “I was not aware you were going to bring a guest for our prep… Well, I guess she can help us test out the games.” He claps his hands together and smiles.

“First, I am not late, you said 8pm, it’s 7:45pm. Second, you said I was able to bring a guest, so here she is. Third, can we just get started already?” 

Tae crosses his arms as he gets ready to take in what he thinks will be the most complicated rules for complicated games.

“Okay, first, Y/N, you aren’t easily offended are you? Do you have a limit on sexual acts you’re willing to do? Also, please tell me you aren’t wearing panties under that tight dress.” Hoseok seems to like to take charge and you don’t mind.

“No, no, and a thong.” You notice that they all lift their eyebrows and smile at one another. 

“This should be fun,” Yoongi suddenly growls in your ear as he stands closely behind you. 

“Let’s start with ‘Hobi Says’ which is similar to ‘Simon Says’ but with a twist… All of our games have a twist.” Hoseok winks at you, while Yoongi still stands behind you, moving in closer to press up against your ass.   

“Oh?” you gulp, not expecting things to escalate so fast, but also not really upset at this sudden turn of events.

“Hobi says… stand with your legs spread.”

You giggle but make no move to listen, until you feel Yoongi’s hand reach around to the front of your legs and run his fingers along your thigh. The sensation is both ticklish and erotic, making you step apart and spread them.

“Don’t you know the rules, baby?” Yoongi’s breath is hot along the shell of your ear, and you inadvertently lean back into his chest with a quiet moan, longing for more.

“Hobi says Y/N, don’t move.” 

You freeze, allowing Yoongi to continue bearing some of your weight as you stay leaning back onto him.

“Hobi says.. Yoongi, remove the thong slowly.”

Yoongi’s hands are on the sides of your hips, gliding down as he reaches the edge of your very short dress quickly, pulling it up to expose your thong to Tae and Hobi. Hobi’s hand is palming himself over his pants, his pupils already blown from the excitement. Tae has turned himself to watch, and you can make out his cock where he tucked it to the right pressing against his pants; he always wears those loose fitting beige canvas pants, and it’s apparent that his cock wants to be free.

You inhale when you feel the pads of Yoongi’s fingers press against you outside of your panties. He trails the edge then, before dipping his middle finger beneath the side band and gently strumming back and forth along your opening. You can feel him sliding in the slick that began pooling since you walked through the door, and he lets out a low chuckle when you buck slightly when he presses directly onto your clit. 

“Not uh uh, Yoongi, follow the rules!” Hobi says, teasingly. 

He pulls away, resuming his actual task and strips you of your thong, now coated in your juices. Yoongi bends your knees to lift your legs and have you step out of it, since Hobi’s rules were that you couldn’t move, and he brings it up to his nose, inhaling your scent deeply before tossing it to Hobi. Hobi buries his nose into it too, copying Yoongi’s actions.

“Mmm, baby, you smell so good.”

A wet pop sound is heard behind you and Yoongi’s voice follows.

“Tastes just as good too.”

Your face warms as you realize he just sucked his finger coated in your essence into his mouth. 

“Okay, Hobi says...Tae take off your shirt.”

“Hobi says...Yoongi, take off your shirt.”

“Hobi says… Everybody get naked, enough with the games for now.”

Yoongi drops his clothes where he stands and eases his way back behind you. Tae helps you lift your dress over your head. Hobi undresses, but sits back in the chair, stroking himself.

With your arms up above your head, Tae slowly lifts the dress, allowing your breasts to bounce free. Yoongi quickly wraps his arms around you and cups your breasts, using his thumb and forefinger from each hand to knead your nipples. Tae finishes pulling the dress up over your head, dropping it to the floor. 

He sucks and bites at your neck urgently, using his long fingers to trace along the slick slit of your lips between your legs. Simultaneously, you stroke both Yoongi and Taehyung’s cocks, using their pre-cum to lubricate the shaft. You moan as Tae slides two of his long fingers into your hot, wet core, applying pressure to your clit with his thumb.

“Hobi didn’t say you could make noise, did he?” You hear Hoseok growl, as he stands up and makes his way over to the array of foreplay taking place.  

“N-no,” you stammer, toes curling into the carpet from Tae’s strokes, his digits languidly playing you as Yoongi’s mouth nips and sucks along your neck and shoulder, his thumbs still tracing circles around your nipples. 

“Mmmm, and yet...”

“You said, you said e-enough g-games, Hobi.” Your eyes close as Yoongi’s tongue presses into your skin, a sensual suck accompanying a bite that you know will leave you with a mark. 

“And still talking! Wow, I’ve never seen someone misbehave so badly.”

“Fuc-” your mouth is taken by Taehyung who is responding to a squeeze to his cock that you subconsciously did, and he felt overwhelmed from the pleasure. He pulls away soon though, stepping to the side and allowing Hobi to take his place in front of you, his finger still thrusting into you slowly. He joins Yoongi in kissing along your skin, and you have to struggle to hold back a moan, though some sounds still slip out.. 

“This naughty mouth of yours? I want to own it.”

Hobi grips your waist, his hands expertly avoiding bumping into the others as he pulls you closer to him, instantly taking your lips captive. He doesn’t ask for permission, his tongue eagerly parting your lips and you lean into it, desperate for him. The scent of his vanilla-like smell takes over you and you want nothing more than this, right here, to be in the middle of the three of them, their focus solely on you. 

Hobi pulls back for air, and you pant, gasping to fill your own lungs. 

“Let’s take this to mat…”

Reluctantly, you let go of the cocks that were engorged in your small hands, and follow Hobi as he walks you around to the other side of the couch, where a Twister game has been spread out. From the entryway of the room, you hadn’t seen that they had this set up.

“Yoongi-hyung, show Tae-Tae how we work the spinner.”

Hobi grabs your hand and walks you onto the mat, guiding you to the floor before he steps back off of it and you hear the spinner as it whirls along the cardboard backing before it stops abruptly. 

“Right foot, green.”

Hobi watches you as you sit on your bottom, then spread your right leg out to place your heel on the green dot in the corner. You can hear Yoongi telling Tae to spin it again, and this time you hear when his finger stops the spinner.

“Left foot, red.”

You spread your other leg to the red dot parallel to the green one; you are now seated on the mat with the rows of yellow and blue dots between your legs. Hobi approaches the mat and kneels between your legs.

“Hobi, left foot, yellow!” Tae calls out, and Hobi slides his toes to the yellow dot by your green foot. “And, right foot, blue.”

Hobi adjusts his body in order to comply, which leaves him to align his cock with your aching cunt, the silky tip pushing at your dripping hole as you’re spread wide for him. 

“Hobi, right hand, blue.” Balancing himself, he hovers over you, placing his hand on the colored dot by your head, and when you hear Yoongi add, “left hand, yellow,” you know without a doubt, he has you caged in right where he wants you.  

Hobi shifts his hips forward, plunging into you, and your back arches off the mat at the intrusion, so deliciously filled. Taehyung helped to open you up some, but Hobi’s length is not what you expected, and he’s instantly pressing against your cervix. 

“Fuck, baby, it’s so tight.” Hobi’s voice is low and strained as his lips caress your neck. “I could really cum right now, you feel so good.”

You whimper, so turned on by his words that you feel yourself release a gush of slick that coats him as he pulls himself out of you. 

“No, Hobi!” You whine, not wanting to feel empty, and he kisses you quickly as just the tip lingers in your entry.

“We gotta show you the other games, baby.”

“Please, not yet...” You don’t want him to stop, and you can see that he doesn’t want to be outside of you either. 

“Shit...” he rasps as he gives in, smoothly gliding back into you, unhurried as you roll your hips to meet his every plunge. Your moans grow in volume as you claw at his back, your feet abandoning their dots to wrap around Hobi’s waist as he speeds up too, enjoying the way you pull him in deeper with every stroke. You can feel the heat building in your abdomen. 

“Hobi, next game.” Yoongi’s voice is stern, and Hobi drops his forehead to yours as he holds himself deep within you before pulling all the way out this time.

You huff, irritated, but Hobi just smiles at you, and you can’t stay mad for long.

“Time for Honey Pot.” Hobi extends his hand to you, and you stand, watching as Yoongi crosses the room with a small jar of local raw honey. 

“This one is my favorite,” he intones with a gummy smile, and passes the jar to you.

“Um, how do we play Honey Pot?” you ask, clueless.

“Well, you take your finger and dip it in the honey, then dab that anywhere on your body. Then, I have to find where you placed it.”

“Only using his mouth of course.”

You nod, following along with what was happening.

“Since you’re just teaching me and Tae how to play, what happens if you don’t find the spot before we move onto the next game?”

“Oh, I always find the honey spot, baby.”

Yoongi licks his lips and turns away so you can place the dab of honey where you’d like. 

“Okay!” You stand there in the buff, waiting for Yoongi to find the hidden placement. In actuality, you didn’t choose someplace hard, choosing the top corner of your bikini area. You smirk, watching as Yoongi steps close to you and places his lips on your neck. 

“Nope...” He moves across your body from side to side, his tongue tracing patterns that leave you dizzy with his search. He crosses your neck and chest several times before he drops to his knees.

“Ah..” He kisses your mound, then tracks to the side, his lips kissing the correct spot. He laps up the honey, before dropping lower.

“Oh!” The small stunned moan leaves your lips as Yoongi settles his mouth between your thighs, tonguing at your sensitive clit as he suctions your lower lips into his mouth. He releases with a wet pop before diving in again, this time his pout leaving open mouthed, wet kisses as he frenches you, your hands in his hair for balance from the onslaught as you feel the climax that disappeared with Hobi starting its return. 

“Yes, Yoongi, ahhhh right there...” You roll your hips and Yoongi growls, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine in exhilaration; you love that sound. He seems to notice you enjoyed it from the tight grip you have on his hair, fingers buried to the scalp and soon you almost take control, riding his face as he wraps his arms around your thighs to keep himself drowning in you.

“Fuck, Yoong, ahhhh you’re so good at this, fucking eat me--” 

Hobi drags Yoongi’s face away from your now twice edged cunt, which is a dripping mess from the two men before you. Yoongi, still on his knees, is glaring up at Hobi with his face a glistening mess of you, your juices coating his nose down to his chin, a gloss on his pink lips that are swollen from his actions of devouring you.

“Hobi, I swear to God--” your voice is an angry whisper, cut off by the sunshine in Hobi’s voice.

“Baby, I’m sorry, but there’s rules to Game Night. And you can’t cum yet. I’m sorry. I needed to show Tae the games, and you were a perfect person to model them on.” 

He steps forward, releasing Yoongi, and kisses you quickly. “But, the rest of our guests will be arriving soon, and I promise you’ll get to cum several times tonight.”

Tae looks over from where he was stroking his cock lazily, watching you get eaten by Yoongi, and nods. He’s manspread on the couch eyes hooded as he watches you.

“I’ll make sure of it, baby, now come here and keep me warm while they finish their set up. It’s almost 9 now.”

Sure enough, as you trek across the room and straddle Tae, who inserts himself inside you, you hear the clock chime the 9 o’clock hour and watch as the other two put on robes, a black one for Yoongi and a red one for Hobi, as Hobi responds to the sound of knocking at the door. Yoongi picks up all of the discarded clothes, setting them out of site.

“No cumming. Cockwarming… Eh, I’ll allow it this time, but I swear if you get cum on the carpet before we start a game, Taehyung...”

“Promise, Hobi hyung!”

Tae’s voice is muffled in your neck as he holds you tightly to him, and Yoongi walks back over and throws a soft blanket over you, so to the innocent girls walking in, it looks like you are just canoodling on the couch.

“Don’t want them to figure it out just yet,” Yoongi winks, “a fresh batch of first timers tonight.”

You adjust yourself so your knees don’t hurt so bad, doing your best to follow Hobi’s orders, though a hiss from Tae as you clench your walls around him reminds you to stay still.

“Kiss me.”

You lean into him, your hands gathering the edges of the blanket to wrap it tighter around you two as you acquiesce, lazily swapping spit as you feel him throb inside of you. You just want to cum, having been edged twice, but you’ll play by the rules for now. You hear the girls enter the room, giggles followed by whispers as you sense them staring at you and Taehyung who is now being lewd as he kisses you, noisy and wet.

“Game night seems… interesting to say the least.” One of the girls says, and you can’t help but agree.

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