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miraclewoozi · 9 months

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VERSACE ON THE FLOOR. -l.jh

ooh, i love that dress but you won’t need it anymore –

Or, the time you and your homebody boyfriend* decide to just… not go to your dinner plans.

pairing; lee jihoon x fem reader. content; fluff, suggestive (MINORS DNI). established relationship. warnings; relatively warning free (y'all i didn't even swear???) but just in case -- a couple of dorky jokes, reader wears a dress, makeup and heels, making out, undressing. let me know if i've forgotten anything. w/c; 2.4k (apparently i am in my shorter fic era? party.) note; if there's one thing i'm gonna do, no matter what day of the week it is, it's be disgustingly delusional about jihoon. get ur dentists on speedial, it's a tooth rotter (/j). note 2.0; i've had this one in the drafts for so long i had forgotten all about it! but then VOTF came on shuffle a few days ago (and i started thinking about light a flame woozi at the same time, which nearly fucking killed me), so. here we are. enjoy.<3

You don’t go out for dates very often. Not anymore, at least.

When you and Jihoon first got together, he took you out all the time. For dinners, to cocktail bars, to the movies, for walks down the beach, picnics by the river. It didn’t matter where you went as long as it put a smile on your face — all he ever wanted to do was make you feel special. No expense has ever been too great for his favourite girl, after all; he’s always loved to spoil you.

Now several years into your relationship, you’re a real pair of homebodies. Sure, he could take you out for a four course dinner at an expensive restaurant in the middle of the city, or reserve a table at a pretentious cocktail bar that plays slightly too loud music that’s always just to the left of either of your tastes. Then again… He could cook a nice meal for you to have at the apartment you share, where you can make your way through a bottle of bubbles without one of you needing to stay sober to drive home or else risk your lives in a sketchy cab.

It’s something you’ve talked about several times, and on every occasion, it’s quite apparent that you’re both very happy with the way things are. If anything, it makes it all the more special when he tells you he needs you to keep your weekend free because he’s making plans, and he wants to whisk you away.

Like now, for instance. The hotel suite he’s booked is gorgeous and you’re perched on the edge of the plush bedding, bent over double so that you can properly fasten your shoes while he finishes getting ready in the bathroom. Now and again, you hear a grumble or a click of his tongue float through the ajar door; every time, you feel a smile play at your lips as you shake your head. He never changes. (You’re so glad.)

“Jihoon,” you call to him softly. You can practically see how he’ll be standing – facing the mirror, on his tiptoes to lean over the bathroom counter and get as close to his own reflection as he possibly can. Pouting as his fingers drag through his hair to try and fix the strands in place just a tiny bit better. “Don’t you dare come out here looking like Sonic the Hedgehog. You know the more you play with it, the more annoyed you’re going to get.”

A few seconds later, he emerges, an eyebrow raised in challenge, an amused grin tugging his lips out of their habitual frown.

(And lo and behold — his hair looks absolutely fine.)

But the second he sees you, whatever witty comeback he was obviously very proud of dies on his lips, and you straighten up with only one of your shoes secured to your foot, the other just slipped on over your toes.

“Wow,” he says, in that soft, deep, quiet way that he does when you’ve really taken his breath away. You watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows; you see his brow crinkle and his eyes widen, as if he’s trying to see as much of you as he possibly can. “Is that…?”

“Yeah,” you nod proudly, sitting back and smoothing your hands over the dress you’re wearing. “From our first anniversary.”

As his eyes move over you, taking in everything from the way the straps sit on your shoulders to the way the hem lays across your thigh, your own eyes move over him. The top three buttons of his shirt are still unfastened and his tie hangs either side, tucked beneath his collar but not knotted yet. His slacks have been cleanly pressed, a neat, crisp seam running down the front of both legs. Shoes shined to perfection. Expensive watch strapped around his wrist.

He might just be the most handsome man in the entire world.

“I remember you saying you really liked it, so… I dug it out, special.”

“You look incredible,” he says. It’s so gentle, so sincere, that you think your heart is about to burst clean out of your chest. Warmth trickles the length of your spine, and it isn’t exactly helped when you realise – only now as he starts to cross the room to get closer to you – that he hadn’t moved an inch since he surfaced from the bathroom almost a full ninety seconds ago.

He shrinks down so he’s rested on both of his knees in front of you, skilful hands moving to help with the shoe you hadn’t managed to lace up yet. every time his fingertips so much as brush against your skin, the electricity in his gentle touches shoots all the way from the point of contact up to your brain and leaves it fogged, impossible to make any sense through the thick clouds of intimacy and adoration. More-so as he smoothly lifts your leg a little and presses his lips once to the inside of your ankle, even foggier still as he trails kisses up the length of your calf towards your knee.

“Jihoon,” you laugh breathlessly, laying a hand on his shoulder as you feel his tongue press lightly against your skin. He finally sits back on his heels, running his fingers up and down the backs of your legs; he’s successfully managed to hike your dress up a few inches now, too, and he keeps flitting his gaze between your face and your thighs. “We can’t – we’ll be late.”

“We have ages,” he frowns, shuffling closer and trying to bump your knees apart, but you keep your muscles engaged and he doesn’t pull at them that hard, so they don’t budge.

“We have to get there, too,” you remind him. He throws his head back and sighs dramatically. The neckline of his dress shirt seems to open a little more when he looks back at you, drawing your attention down the length of his neck to his bulging chest, and the muscular forearms that he crosses in front of it.

“And this is why we don’t go out.”

“What, because you’re horny all the damn time?” You tease.

He gently swats at the top of your thigh before soothing it with another small kiss.

“Because when you look this good, how am I supposed to want to go and eat a steak instead?”

He grins up at you from the floor, quite clearly delighted with himself for his little gag. You, however, flop back onto the mattress and cover your face with your hands.

“That was so bad,” you chuckle. You’ve been trying for years to not melt to his very specific sense of humour, but it’s all been completely futile. Your reluctant laughs turn to sweet, breathy giggles by the time he lays both his arms across your legs and rests his chin on top of them. You prop yourself up on one elbow to look at him; he’s staring up at your face like he thinks he’ll never see anything as beautiful as you for the rest of his life.

“Maybe… We don’t have to go out for dinner,” he suggests. “Maybe we can stay in tonight, too.”

“Horndog.” You tsk. But you’re not disappointed at the idea of staying in, either, regardless of whether your teasing implies otherwise. “I knew you’d say that.”

“No — really,” he swallows. You aren’t sure if you can feel his heart beating a little faster where his chest is pressed completely against your shins, or if you’re just imagining it. But the tips of his ears are going pink too, so you think it’s safe to trust your intuition on this one. “I mean-… we don’t have to go. I could-…”

He bites the inside of his cheek before he looks down, pressing his forehead against his arms and hiding his face completely.

“I could do it here.”

He says these words quietly. Mumbles them, really. You aren’t sure if you were meant to hear, or if he was just talking to himself. But either way, it has to be worth a shot to find out.

“What do you mean, Ji?”

One, two, three seconds pass. And… Nothing.

“Hey.”

You bounce your thighs a little so he’s forced to look up at you, and you can see something swimming in his eyes. Something brewing. He sits back from you and pushes a hand through his hair; a few strands lose their stick to the rest of the main body and tumble down over his forehead. Exactly in the way he was trying to prevent.

“I could just do it here.”

He says this louder. Clearer. With much more finality. You sit up properly, then, both your hands clasped together in your lap.

“Do what here, baby?”

His eyes find yours and you sit there for a few moments, unwrapping each other's minds with nothing more than a look and a matching pair of gentle — but slightly concerned — smiles.

He moves one hand down and slips it into the back left pocket of his slacks. You think you can feel the world around you start to slow.

When he shifts a leg from beneath him so he’s on one knee before you and presents you with a glittering diamond ring, it stops altogether.

“Jihoon,” you breathe.

He glances between the ring and you, biting his bottom lip before he speaks.

“I had it-… I had everything planned.” He laughs, looking away from your face as even more rising heat becomes evident on his own. “Down to the second, even. But just like you always do — just like the first time I saw you, and just like every time since… You threw me a curve ball and… Somehow, you’ve changed everything. But you made it so much better.

“I think I was supposed to find you, y/n,” Jihoon says. “I don't know what’s up there, what’s in charge of when we meet the people we meet and why we fall in love with the people we fall in love with. but I know that they were really looking out for me the day you came into my life.”

You can feel your eyes starting to sting at the corners and you will the tears away, desperate not to smudge the makeup you spent so long trying to perfect. You know he’d love you either way — mascara tear tracks and splotchy concealer and all — but…

“I am so in love with you that sometimes, it really hurts. It hurts because I know that no one’s ever going to come close — about anyone in the world — to feeling the way I feel about you. I feel bad for everyone, a bit. Because you’re not-… you're not with them. You’re with me. But I wouldn’t want any of them to be with you, because-... and… and if you’ll have me, I want you to be with me forever.”

You don't know when you started slowly nodding along to his little monologue, but you definitely are. You’re not sure when you started holding your breath either, but that’s two for two. He looks up at you, expectantly, fluttering his eyelashes and stuttering out a long, deep breath.

“Y/n, will you marry me?”

Some decisions, you’ve always thought, are made for you at a cosmic level. Your favourite colours. Your favourite foods. Hot and cold weather people. Loving or hating marmite. A predisposition to enjoying scary movies or being the kind of person who hides behind a pillow.

This is another one of those. You don’t have to think twice about it — you just know. You know because a great unstoppable force managed to squeeze you together at the perfect moment in time; the ever-expanding universe around you has kept you and Jihoon side by side through everything it could possibly throw at you.

“Yes.”

Of course you want to spend your forever with him.

The word leaves your mouth in a whisper and everything flies back into motion. The first black droplet rolls down your cheek. His usually so steady hands fumble with yours to slide the ring over your finger. A perfect fit. You’re hurtling through space and time as he gets up off his knees and cups your cheeks, gently pulling you upright and crashing his lips against yours. You stumble into him slightly in your heels; his kiss is more a chaotic clatter of teeth and giddy laughter than perhaps the intense, romantic gesture he was aiming for, but it’s completely, utterly, unequivocally perfect.

Jihoon’s fancy dress shirt creases under your fingers as you ball it into your fists where the top buttons are spread open, pulling him as close as you can, laughter dying down as he loses himself in you and as you lose yourself in him, right back. He swallows all of your gasps and sighs, hands sliding down from your face to the sides of your neck, until he’s resting a palm on each of your shoulders. A single finger slips beneath one of the straps and he pulls it out of the way, down onto your arm, withdrawing from your mouth so that he can press a series of kisses down your cheek and to your jaw instead.

“Ji,” you murmur, tipping your head back and fumbling at the buttons running the length of his torso, trying and failing to get them open. He chuckles, his other hand coming to rest over yours to stop you. You lace your fingers together, feeling him squeeze. Your heart pounds.

“Let's take our time,” he whispers to you, thumb grazing over your collarbone. “Okay?”

All you can do is nod as he kisses lower, and lower, pressing his lips everywhere he can while he’s still standing. Your neck and shoulders feel ablaze, tickling with the heat of the burning stars his mouth paints across your skin.

“Need-... Ji, you need to-... call… call the restaurant,” you stutter. “Gotta…. we need to cancel…”

The fleeting sting of his teeth against your throat interrupts you and you’re only aware of him reaching behind you to tug the zipper of your dress down when the material falls completely slack..

“In a minute,” he says, helping you walk backwards until your calves collide with the bed behind you once again. He eases you to lie down on the comforter and crawls on top of you, caging you in with both arms, taking hold of your left hand again.

He looks down at the ring on your finger, his entire face breaking into the most brilliant of smiles. Every inch, from the creases at the corners of his eyes to the paling stretch of his beautiful lips.

“My future wife needs taking care of, first.”

– no you won’t need it no more, let’s just kiss ‘til we’re naked, baby.

hehe thank u sm for reading!! i hope you enjoyed this bc it was a bit special 2 me. likes, reblogs, comments + feedback are all, as always, greatly appreciated.<3

#woozi fluff #woozi fic #woozi x reader #lee jihoon fluff #lee jihoon fic #lee jihoon x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen fic #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #j writes.#*#running off into the void now <3 don't perceive me BYE

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watchoutforthefanfics · 7 months

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Ticking Love Bomb (Part One) || Eleventh Doctor × gn!Reader

Part 1...

Summary: Your adventure with the Doctor and the Ponds takes a harsh turn when it seems you're targeted with a potion. A love potion, specifically the type where you fall in love with whoever's eyes you met first after "drinking" it. But what if you're already in love with him?

TWS: aliens, space, references of guns, smoke, unrequited love (but not really), self sacrificial attitudes, and purely oblivious people. Also, just a touch of angst (typical of a love confession).

A/N: This is a lil angsty so be ready!!! Enjoy :)

The room was filling with a sort of pink gas, at least it looked pink. Maybe like a salmon color?

The walls were bland, white and tall, and the lights were fluorescent. If you didn't know any better, you would've assumed you were in a hospital of some kind.

"Uh, Doctor… What-" you spoke watching as the gas pooled in around your feet, "What is that?"

He paused, taking a few sniffs, and mumbling to himself before answering, "A potion. They must-"

He stopped, eyebrows drawn in confusion, "Well, they must not know who I am, this won't work on Gallifreyans. It's kind of like that one poison that just makes us sleep for a few centuries but could turn a human to dust-"

"Doctor," you interrupted, hand placed on his shoulder to shake him out of his mind, "-as much as I love a bit of rambling, now's really not the time."

"Right," he corrected, straightening up and glancing around the room (for an escape you assumed), "-I don't see-"

"Hello, my doves," a voice boomed through the room, bouncing off the terribly empty walls, "-having fun yet, are we?"

It was prim and proper, a thick accent in a tone you recognized as 'all-knowing'. She seemed to be readily in control of the situation, and the Doctor… didn't seem to have a clue.

"What is it? What is she filtering in here?"

"Well," he answered, peering at the gas which was now at mid-calf, "-I'm not entirely sure. My best guess is it's a mix of potions, hastily made based on the composition. There's no real proper composure to it, an amateur is the most suspect. Or maybe someone who just wants results?"

"Doctor," you groaned, your fingers starting to swirl the pink around you, "-what is it and how will it affect me?"

"Human, right," he blinked, looking at you solidly for a moment, before turning down to his sonic, watching it buzz, "-I'll see what components are in it and that should-"

He stopped mid-sentence, body frozen and eyebrows furrowed even more, and… was he- was he blushing?

"You must understand now?" The voice continued, tone light with amusement, "The potion was never for you, Doctor; it really was to tear you away from your sidekick. I know how terribly fond you are of them in particular, and thought… this may be the perfect leverage opportunity."

"Doctor, what are they talking about?"

He didn't answer you, just set his eyes on what appeared to be a camera in the corner, "What do you want from me?"

You blinked, ready to argue with the Doctor about just… giving in (the Universe was far more important than you), but something else caught your attention.

It was the smell, god, it smelt just like roses in here. So fresh and beautiful, you could almost smell the morning dew on the thorns. It was so… wonderful.

"Y/N?" he spoke, you knew that voice, you really did, but it just smelt so nice in here. You couldn't help but picture the velvety petals beneath your fingertips, the grass underneath your shoes, the rays of sun on your face.

In an instant, your eyes fluttered shut -finding comfort in the warmth. It was like a warm sunny day on the beach, so nice to just… absorb.

"Y/N, darling-" the voice continued, "-can you hear me?"

And just like that, your brain was doused in, what felt like, a cold bucket of water -the rosy pink glow in your head faded, leaving a bit of paranoia in its wake.

"Alright, Y/N," he explained, calmly, "-listen to me carefully, don't-"

Before he could even finish, your eyes flew open, eyes landing on his green ones -searching for some solace. It was almost an instinct, hearing his voice, you just had to search for him.

"Y/N, wait-" He sputtered, eyes connecting with yours, "-why do you never listen to me? You weren't supposed to-"

He paused, staring at you for a moment (almost analyzing you), you blinked.

"Y/N, are you… are you feeling anything?"

"I, uh," you paused rubbing at your eyes for a second and just having a little check in, "-I don't feel anything different, why? Am I supposed to?"

"Well," he looked at you in wonder, and did that thing where he scrambled for a moment, "-yes."

"What?" The voice boomed again, disbelief coating her tone, "You… Why didn't it work? Doctor, what have you done?"

"I didn't-"

You interrupted, confused, "Wait, what's supposed to be happening to me right now?"

The voice answered, a bit more polite than an assumed antagonist should, "You are supposed to fall in love with whomever you see, it's perfectly disposed in the human genes, I don't-"

You blinked, oh.

"Well, I don't-" you inhaled, trying to calm your internal storm at the fact that the Doctor was looking at you like he just knew, but he couldn't have (could he?), "I feel normal, so…"

"Well, then," she spoke, tone a bit surprised but seemingly knowing, "-let's just hope we don't have any after effects, shall we?"

"What do you-"

The Doctor interrupted, voice stern, "Your potion just didn't work, there are no after effects."

"We shall see, Doctor, we shall see."

And with that… ominous answer, there was a click on the large gray door that had sealed them off before, an unlocking -assumedly.

In an instant, the Doctor grabbed your hand, and pulled you out of the room -where the fumes still lingered. You could smell the hint of roses in the air, and your head started to hurt a little bit from the memory of how strong it once was.

"Hey uh, Doctor?" You asked, slowly following a step behind him through the cavernous hallways, "What did they-"

"Shush," he spun around to you, and without hesitation, put his fingers to your neck (checking a pulse?), "-okay, good. A little fast but, alright so far.

Your face was burning hot and you could barely breathe. Your skin tingling where his fingers once were.

"Doctor, can you please explain what's going on? You act like I'm a ticking time bomb-"

He flinched.

"Wait, am I-" you exhaled shakily, pulling your hand out of his, "-am I on a timer? I can't hurt you, I really can't-"

"Y/N," he spoke, voice soft -a kind of gentle whisper-, "-calm down, okay?"

"I'm not-" you huffed, voice shaking ever-so-slightly, "I can't until you tell me what's going on!"

He exhaled, a deep sigh through his body, and you knew that look in his eyes well, an old man who'd seen worlds crash and burn.

"A lot of people have this idea that putting 2 similar things alike can make a better thing," he began, "-objectively, anyway. Scientifically through, that doesn't work, things clash and spark and burst. Like putting two ends of a magnet close to each other, they repel."

“And, that means?” you asked, tone questioning.

"The person who did this to you, tried to make a, objectively, better potion that was compiled of the same things that 2 other potions had," he continued, hand still locked with yours as you roamed down the hall, "This, being done haphazardly didn't really work."

“So, what, Doctor? What’s-”

“Your-” he started, eyes falling in a huff, “-Your heart is a ticking time bomb.”

#eleventh doctor #eleventh doctor x reader #doctor who #gender neutral y/n #a bit angsty but #it fixes itself #is really sad kinda so #unrequited love but not really #use of y/n #enjoy part one #watchoutwriting #ticking love bomb

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bratkook · 1 year

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medicine. (m) kth. jjk

I’ve had a few, got drunk on you and now I’m wasted, and when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you tasted

I’m coming down I figured out I kind of like it, and when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you ride it.

pairing. jungkook x reader x taehyung genre. smut, pwp word count. 9k warnings. no plot, just vibes (and smut), grunge!taekook, threesome, oral sex, voyeurism (jungkook likes to watch okay), protected sex, multiple orgasms, tummy bulging summary. a drunken night at a dive bar after a show was always a given, finding yourself in some form of chaos before the night was over, and as two strangers walk in with eyes that sparkle with mischief, you make it your personal mission to have them be your reckless decisions of the night. note. i was on a smashing pumpkins kick and this was born hehe, just picture taekook in baggy band tees right after a show, cornering you in a dive bar makes me want to bark so enjoy !! (also its been a hot minute since i’ve posted so give me some love or ill cry tysm bye) ALSO MADE A PLAYLIST FOR IT HERE !

Nothing in the universe tops the feeling you get after a show, the high coursing through you in a rush that leaves you jittery and searching for more. Maybe that feeling is the reason why you make so many reckless decisions after shows, on the hunt for the next activity to keep the high going, doing things that had you running from cops with a group of people you just met, or waking up somewhere new with no recollection of how you got there.

As you follow the group of people you just met into the local dive bar, you can only hope that whatever choices come next don’t involve a chase because you’re not sure your shoes can keep up. You don’t get a chance to take a look at the interior as you step in, an arm wrapped around your shoulder pulling you in so someone can ask you a question.

“What are we drinking tonight?” His long blonde hair brushes against your face as he pulls back, staring down at you with a smile. You had met him when the show first started, apologizing to him when a shove from the crowd left you spilling your beer on his shoes. He had been friendly and easily welcomed you into the small group of friends he had with him, and that was all the convincing you needed to stick with them.

“Shots, always.” You wrap an arm around him too, laughing when he asks the rest of his friends and they all agree with you.

“Tequila?” he asks.

“Tequila.” With your confirmation he releases your shoulder and approaches the bar, ordering a round of shots for everyone. The chatter continues when he leaves, talking about the last band's set, laughing as you all shimmy into a torn up booth while you recall the guy that had managed to make it on stage even with a bloody nose.

Loud cheers erupt when he comes back balancing the shots impressingly well, some spillage happening as he sets them down and slides them around but everyone manages to claim a glass. “To Jace,” one of them yells out with a shot glass in the air, and you’re partially grateful because you couldn’t remember his name for the life of you.

“And to new friends,” he adds on, more cheers sounding out before everyone throws back their shots. The burn hits your throat instantly, making you shut your eyes as you take it in, not seeing when two stragglers walk in and join the party.

“I knew we’d find you bastards here.” Your eyes open back up, landing on the guys standing at the end of the booth, one of which you remember as the man on stage with the bloody nose. His face is all cleaned up now, smiling as if nothing had ever happened, long brown waves falling around his face. His lip ring catches your eye as you give him a once over while he talks to Jace, slowly scanning him, seeing the Sonic Youth shirt he has on, deciding then and there that he was cute and you’d be making it your personal mission to have him be your reckless decision of the night.

Well, until his friend speaks up and you know you’re in trouble. His hands cup the first boys face, black chipped nails squishing his cheek obnoxiously as he snickers. “We had to go clean up his face. Didn’t feel like digging through the crowd to find you guys again.”

You’re pretty sure your face spells it out for anyone who's looking at you, wide eyes caught in a trance as you look at him. His hair is blonde, dark roots barely peeking through, long tendrils falling against his cheek, allowing him to tuck strands behind his ear. He also has his lip pierced, two hoops on the right side, glimmering as he runs his tongue along them. An oversized green flannel is draped over him, allowing you a small glimpse of The Stooges shirt he had on.

“Got room for two more?” His question is directed at you, something you realize when you look back up at his face and see his eyes looking directly at you. It takes you a second to react, realizing you’re at the end of the booth, quickly nodding and scooching as far as you can to allow them both to shimmy in.

“More shots?” Jace asks, slaps on the table and cheers of yes being the only response he needs before he's stepping back out of the booth and heading back to the bar. As your eyes follow him to the right, they land on the boys next to you, seeing them both already staring at you with a look of curiosity on their faces.

“You’re a new face, aren’t you?” the blonde one asks, a grin growing on his lips. “Blink twice if someones blackmailing you to hang out with them here.” He inches closer, wide eyes focused on your own, trying not to laugh when you do your best not to blink.

“I’m here on my own free will. I spilled some beer on Jace so—“

“So he called it even by inviting you here? Sounds like blackmail to me.” The brunette laughs now, leaning forward to see you over his friend’s shoulder.

“I mean, is it really blackmail if I’m getting free shots out of it?”

“Oh shit, maybe Jace is the one getting blackmailed. Good strategy you have there. My name’s Taehyung.” The brunette extends his hand over, offering it to you for a quick shake with a warm smile on his face.

“I’m Jungkook,” the blonde next to you introduces himself too, placing his hand over Taehyung’s as you shake it, smiling when he hears you laugh.

“Y/N.” Your voice holds traces of amusement, eyes focusing on your hands when you feel Taehyung rub his thumb along your knuckles before they both pull away. “Do you guys go to shows together often?”

“Every week,” Jungkook laughs, a small smile on his face, only getting wider when Jace comes back with another round of shots, immediately snatching one for himself. “We’re always at The Smell, maybe we’ve run into each other.” Jungkook throws his shot back first, grimacing as he sets the glass back down.

“I don’t think so, I’d definitely remember meeting you both.”

“Oh, we’re totally worth remembering,” Taehyung chuckles, fingers tracing the edge of the shot glass, sending you a small smile when he looks your way. “And we’d definitely remember a pretty face like yours.” His words are smooth, spoken so confidently it makes a strange warmth blossom inside of you, leaving you with no choice but to look away as you try to hide your smile.

“Stop buttering me up and take your shot,” you mumble, trying desperately to deflect the way they were both so easily having an effect on you. It's clear they enjoy it, smirks growing on their faces, Taehyung chuckling under his breath as he finally lifts his own shot up and takes it, smacking his lips together when the alcohol burns his throat.

Jungkook settles back into the seat comfortably, observing you with a soft gaze as his fingers tap along the sticky tabletop, taking advantage of the fact that you were currently staring at Taehyung. His eyes trace your face while you do the same with his friend, following the strands that frame his face, nearly obscuring his eyes that shamelessly stare right back at you, going down the curve of his nose and seeing the slight swelling occurring on the side of it.

“How’s your nose?”

Taehyung smiles widely, his finger coming up to touch it before he wraps his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder. “All good now, Jungkookie grabbed some ice from the bar at the venue. I probably would’ve looked super busted if he hadn’t,” he coos, snickering when the blonde swats at him.

“What would you do without me?” Jungkook blows him a kiss, turning to look at you when he hears you giggle.

“You two seem close,” you laugh, leaning forward onto the table, seeing the way they both stare you down.

“Super close. We do everything together,” Taehyung mumbles, dropping his hand and reaching forward until his fingers are tapping along your own shot glass. Your eyes fall onto his hand, seeing the way he traces along the rim of it, following it up as he raises the glass and brings it towards your mouth. “Bottoms up.”

His eyes are glued to yours as you open up your lips, biting down onto his bottom lip as he tilts the shot glass into your mouth. Jungkook smirks when he sees the slight daze you’re in, head leaning back as the liquor fills your mouth, finally swallowing it down when the last drop hits your tongue.

“Good girl,” Jungkook murmurs, his hand coming up to cup your jaw, thumb wiping away the small trace still lingering by your lips.

If they were trying to wrap you around their fingers it was working, their heated stares and lingering hands are all you can think about as the night progresses. You had already decided that you’d be making both of them your reckless decision for tonight, but that only gets more solidified the longer you speak to them.

A little further into the night, you end up huddled near the bar corner, the neon glow of the jukebox illuminating Taehyung’s face as he sorts through the options displayed inside. Jungkook is a few feet away, fully immersed in the classic game of pinball, fingers slamming into the buttons and making the machine rattle with each point he racks up.

“There we go,” Taehyung mutters out, tongue peeking out between his teeth as he presses his song of choice. The starting riff of Zero by The Smashing Pumpkins starts to fill the bar, his head bobbing along to the beat as he turns to stare at you with a satisfied smirk. “Wanna go for a ride?” he sings along, giving you a sly wink as he inches closer. His large hand finds its way up your neck with ease, gently touching your skin as his thumb just barely reaches your lower lip, his face nearing yours until your lips are just about to touch. Right when you think you’ll finally get a taste, he steps away, leaving you standing there as you release the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“Play with us,” Jungkook calls out, his voice pulling you out of your small daze. As you turn to stare at him, you see the slight pull of his lips, knowing exactly how his words sound. His eyebrow cocks up as he leans over the pinball machine, gently testing the waters, wanting to know just how far you’re willing to go. Taehyung is standing on the side of the machine, leaning back against the wall, dark eyes analyzing you through the dim lighting. A similar smile tugs at his lips when you make your way over to Jungkook.

“You’re gonna have to show me the ropes.” Your voice is steady despite the thumping of your heart, racing in excitement. You know exactly what game they're playing, a little bit grateful for it because it made it easier for you to get what you wanted out of tonight.

Jungkook stands up straighter, hands raking through his blonde strands, his cute bunny teeth making a full appearance as he smiles while he takes a small step back from the machine. “Don’t worry, I got you. C’mere.”

You slot into place easily, a bit of space between you and the machine in front of you. The same couldn’t be said about the distance between you and Jungkook, feeling the warmth radiating off of him as his chest presses into your back. His face lowers beside yours as he hunches closer, lips just shy of your ears, allowing you to hear the small breath he takes in when you subtly press back into him. He plays coy as his hands slide down your arms, gently guiding them to the right spots.

“Okay, what do I do?” His cheek presses into the side of your head at your question, another smile gracing his face as he brings your hand down to the pull lever right by your hip. Your fingers curl around the handle, feeling his hand close over your own and start to tug it back.

“There’s no method to the madness. You just have to find the right rhythm.” His voice sounds low, gently spoken beside your ear, close enough for you to feel his breath tickling your skin. The resounding smack of the ball being flung as he fully yanks back the lever makes you jump slightly, completely unfocused to what was actually happening in the game he was meant to be teaching you. You could care less about the tiny metal ball bouncing around, not paying attention to each ding sounding off when he managed to score whatever points were needed. All you could focus on was the way his hips pressed into yours, getting closer until you were fully sandwiched between him and the machine.

“Are you paying attention?” he mumbles, a soft laugh lacing each syllable, his chin resting on your shoulder. His hands still encompass your own, fingers guiding you to press the button on the side that controls the different areas.

“Yes,” you sigh, gently biting down on your lower lip when he rocks forward under the guise of trying to save the ball. The machine continues to ding, red numbers glowing up top to showcase just how well Jungkook was doing in teaching you.

“I don’t think you are.” Taehyung chuckles, head tilting slightly as he stares at you and his best friend. Jungkook knows what he’s doing, the way his eyes glimmer with mischief as he continues playing makes it obvious. “I think your mind is occupied with something else. You wanna share?”

“Go on, tell us,” Jungkook whispers, lips trailing beside your ear. Your whole body warms up as Taehyung steps closer, his hands coming to rest on the side of the machine, a curious smile on his face as he waits for your response. “Or do you want us to guess?”

“Guess.” Your head tilts to the side as you glance back, your face an inch away from Jungkook’s, seeing how he glances from your eyes down to your lips. His hands slowly pull away from yours, a small tsk of disapproval coming from him when you try to move your own away.

“No, no. Keep playing.” You replace your hands, doing a shittier job without Jungkook’s help but that clearly doesn’t matter anymore. Your eyes stare down at the glowing game, the flashing lights blurring together, your mind going fuzzy as you feel Jungkook’s hands slide up your thighs. His fingers trace the pockets of your jeans, slowly inching higher until he feels the sliver of skin of your stomach, slipping under the hem of your cropped tee. “I know you’re thinking about me. About us. Am I right?”

His fingers tickle your skin, making you squirm against him, a small smile spreading on your lips. “Yes,” you breathe out, the metallic clanking of the ball blending in with the next song playing on the jukebox.

“And what are we doing?” Taehyung speaks now, tongue gently playing with his lip ring, his eyes landing on Jungkook’s hands. His teasing touches get a little bolder, slipping higher up your shirt until he reaches right underneath your boob, fingertips tracing along your skin. “Touching you? Just like Jungkook is?”

“No, you’re doing way more than that.” They both chuckle now, Jungkook’s hands sliding back down to firmly grip your hips, pulling them right back into his own, letting you feel the slowly growing bulge against his jeans.

“We can make that happen. Right Tae?”

Taehyung’s standing right beside you now, his hand reaching up to gently lift your chin up, half lidded eyes looking down at you as he inches closer, his lips ghosting over your own. “Definitely. She just has to say the word. Are you gonna let us share you, baby?”

You feel trapped, in the best way possible. Jungkook’s fingers dig into your skin, his lips brushing against your hair, Taehyung slowly tilting your head higher until you’re closing the distance between you. He hums softly against your lips, hands gliding along your jaw until he’s cupping the side of your neck and deepening the kiss. His lip ring feels cool against you, savoring the feeling, taking it a step further as your tongue teasingly swipes against his lip. He chuckles as he feels it, pulling away with a small string of spit connecting your lips.

“You have to use your words. Doesn’t she Jungkookie?”

Jungkook’s hand releases your hip, coming up to grip your cheeks and turn your head to face him. His eyes fall on the way your lips glimmer, the small sheen of the kiss you just shared with Tae lingering on your skin. “What do you say?”

Your gaze falls onto his own lips too, staring at the two hoops hugging his bottom lip, looking just as inviting as his friend’s did. “Share me,” you whisper, “do whatever you want with me.”

He smirks at that, nose scrunching up slightly before he’s leaning in and kissing you too. Jungkook’s kissing is slower than Taehyung, lips moving in a teasing manner, leaving you wanting more, a small gasp spilling out of your mouth when he gently bites on your lower lip, tugging it back before letting it go. “Just needed to have a taste too. Let's go?”

Everything seems to blur together after you nod in agreement, Taehyung leading the way out with Jungkook still glued behind you as his hands continue to roam your body. You barely register Jace asking where you’re all going, barely paying any attention to anything other than the feeling of Jungkook kissing your neck, letting Taehyung say whatever he wants to him before he’s grabbing both your hands and pulling you out of the bar entirely.

Nothing seems to slow down until you’re crawling into the backseat of Taehyung’s car, giggling as Jungkook clambers in behind you, his grabby hands landing a playful smack onto your butt as Tae settles into the driver’s seat.

“How far are we?” you breathe out, leaning back into the seat as you stare at him through the rear mirror.

“15 minutes. 10 if I’m determined enough.” You hum in response, gently biting your bottom lip as your hand trails along the seat, slowly closing the distance between you and Jungkook. The blonde boy stares down at the movement, watching with curiosity as your fingers trace the pocket seams of his jeans, inching closer until they’re ghosting the growing bulge at the front.

“Take your time Tae, she’ll have her hands occupied.” Jungkook wears a proud smile as he stares at you, eyes flickering back to his jeans when he feels you eagerly tugging at the zipper.

“And mouth,” you giggle, squealing when Taehyung suddenly accelerates the car, clearly in a haste to get home. Taehyung’s hands grip the steering wheel tight, knuckles paling as he hears everything. He doesn’t need to look back to know exactly what was happening, can hear it clearly as Jungkook groans out, the messy sound of you spitting onto his cock, the soft curses spilling out of his friend’s mouth when you finally wrap your mouth around him. It takes all of his self control to not run any red lights and even more of it to not pull over into some random dark street to join in. He wanted to properly enjoy this and no way in hell would three people crammed in the back seat be fun.

“Feel good?” you whisper, eyes fluttering up at Jungkook, lips shiny and looking enticing as you smirk. Your hands are slick with spit, helping your palm glide up to jerk him off as you playfully kiss his swollen tip, tongue flicking against it to collect the beads of precum dripping out.

“So good,” he hisses out, hand reaching forward to cup your cheek tenderly. His mouth drops open, the prettiest moaning spilling out when you sink back down, cheeks hollowed out as you suck. “So fucking good”

You laugh around his cock, teasing vibrations making him shiver as he melts into the seats, hips gently rutting up as best as he could, desperately needing more. That’s when his eyes roam upwards, locking onto Taehyung’s eyes, seeing the slight pinch between his eyebrows as he meets his gaze.

“Feeling left out?” Jungkook jokes, head tilting to the side, eyes fluttering shut when you continue bobbing your head, tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“A little, yeah.” Taehyung can’t look away now, even as the light turns green, a light laugh escapes him when he realizes how badly he wishes he could switch places with Jungkook right now. The slurps and muffled gags coming from the back let him know just how determined you were to make Jungkook feel good, and it was making his own cock throb in his jeans.

“We’re almost at our place, then you’ll let him feel how good your mouth is, right baby?” You hum against his length and Jungkook moans again, head falling back against the headrest, sending Taehyung a wink before his hand comes to rest on your head.

“I can give him a taste right now,” you giggle as you pull off of Jungkook, turning to look at Taehyung with a devious smile. “Should I hop into the passenger seat and have some fun with you?”

“Unless you’re trying to kill us all you better not. I’ll be patient, baby.” The rasp in his voice shows how badly he’s fighting himself as he turns you down, his foot pressing harder into the gas, flying through the street as you laugh and resume your antics. He doesn’t feel bad as he parks horribly into the first spot he finds, doesn’t care when he yanks open the back door—seeing you with a mouth full of Jungkook's cock—and pulls you out, because his only goal is getting you all into the apartment.

“Someone's not as patient as they said,” you snort, leaning back into his touch as you step into their place. Taehyung’s arms are wrapped around you, hooked around your stomach as he leans forward and kisses your neck gently. Jungkook stumbles in a few feet behind, still trying to adjust himself in his jeans as he enters his place too.

“It’s not nice being left out,” he mumbles into your skin, hands gliding across your body, fingers playing with the button of your jeans for a moment before gliding down your thighs in a teasing motion.

“Yeah? Want me to make it up to you?” Your hands reach behind you, gliding up his thighs until your fingers are gently tracing the bulge in his jeans, hearing the soft hiss he lets out against your ear.

“Yeah,” he rasps out, smiling as his eyes meet Jungkook’s. “But we need to give Jungkook a taste of his own medicine.”

“Oh?” you breathe out, your own gaze landing on Jungkook, seeing the way he stands a few feet away with a smirk on his lips. His eyes twinkle with something you can’t exactly pinpoint, not until Taehyung speaks once more.

“Jungkook likes to watch, so I guess it’s not really punishment.” You can feel Taehyung’s smile against your neck as he presses another soft kiss to your skin before trailing back up until his lips are ghosting your ear. “Are you okay with that?”

A shaky breath escapes you at his words, nodding slowly while Jungkook’s smile widens. “Yes.”

You can only imagine how often they do this from how smoothly they both move, Taehyung’s hands roaming your body while he kisses your neck as he leads you to his bedroom. Before you know it you’re dropping back onto his bed, resting on your elbows, feeling the mattress sinking around you as he kneels between your legs, large hands cupping your jaw as he slots your lips together. The tinge of alcohol is still present on your tongues and as you deepen the kiss your nose bumps into his and he hisses softly.

“Sorry,” you whisper out with a giggle, feeling him tilt your head up to properly stare at him. His eyes look dark now, half lidded as his thumb rubs your bottom lip with a small smirk on his face. He only shakes his head in response before kissing you once more, lips softly trailing down your jaw and neck, pushing you back until you’re flat on his bed.

A gasp hits the air as he starts to suck on your skin, his large palms gliding up your stomach until he’s sliding under your shirt. Your hands instinctively find his head, fingers grabbing his hair as he continues down.

A creak from the side grabs your attention, eyes panning over until you meet Jungkook’s stare. He’s sat on a small velvet chair off to the side, leaning forward with his hands resting off of his knees, a small tilt to his head as he watches it all unfold. When Taehyung manages to push your shirt up, lips ghosting your skin until his tongue is gently flicking over your nipple and a choked moan spills from your mouth, you see the way Jungkook swallows and readjusts in his seat.

“I told you he likes to watch,” Taehyung rasps out, lips shiny with saliva, a smile spreading on his face as his eyes meet Jungkook’s before looking back at you. “Do you want to watch him touch himself?”

Excitement flares up within you at his question, a quick nod of your head being the only response you can actually give, hearing Taehyung chuckle. “Well, there needs to be a bit more happening before he gets there. Ask him what he wants to see, baby.” His mouth returns to your skin, continuing its path down your body in open mouth kisses that have goosebumps spreading as a chill runs through you.

“W-what do you want to see Jungkook?” you gasp out, eyes locked onto the blonde boy and seeing how his tongue prods against his cheek.

“I wanna see him make you cum. I bet you’d look really pretty, and I have front row seats.” He smiles now as he settles back into the chair, eyes moving to see Taehyung’s hands slowly start to unbutton your jeans. “Let me see him fuck you.”

You can’t help the whimper that you let out at his tone, his eyes lighting up with desire when you nod in agreement. He bites down on his lower lip when you raise up your hips, letting Taehyung pull your pants down as you yank your top fully off, a small pile of your shoes and clothes joining the floor before he kisses your thighs.

Your body shivers as Taehyung’s palms glide between your thighs, gently spreading them apart as he leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your mound. “Taehyung,” you gasp out as his tongue licks along your slit, his eyes falling shut as he hums in satisfaction. “I want you to fuck me, please.”

The vibrations of his laughter is felt against your skin, his mouth gently wrapped around your clit as his tongue teasingly flicks against the bundle of nerves for a brief moment. “Hm, you’re impatient. I wanted to get a good taste of you. You really wanna see Jungkook touch himself huh?”

“Maybe,” you laugh, not an ounce of shame in your voice as you stare at Taehyung, giggling when he gently nips at your inner thigh. You don’t realize how exposed you really are until Taehyung leans back, standing up from the bed, still fully clothed. The only article of clothing Jungkook had taken off was his flannel, tossed to the side, exposing his arms which you hadn’t noticed were covered in tattoos. Their eyes look hungry as they take you in, eagerly roaming your body like you were their next meal and you love every minute of it.

“Show me what I wanna see too, Jungkook,” you breathe out, slowly turning over in bed to properly look at him. His eyes trail over the curve of your hip when you turn over, following the slope of your ass when you arch your back as you lean across the bed towards him on your hands and knees. His smirk deepens now, hands going to the button of his jeans, slowly undoing them and sliding down the zipper.

“Give her what she wants and I will too,” Taehyung chuckles out, finally tugging off his shirt and jeans, the pile of clothes growing on the floor. As you look behind your shoulder, you see him kneel back on the bed, a shiny condom wrapper in his hand. A few tattoos litter his body, random patchwork style pieces on his stomach and arms. He sends you a wink as he rips it open, slowly sliding it on his cock with a soft sigh, his eyes focusing on the beautiful position you’re in.

His hands slide down your back, gripping your hips before sliding down the curve of your ass and dipping between your thighs. As his fingers trail along your entrance, he hums in pleasure when he feels just how wet you’ve gotten already. “I wanted to stretch you out first for me,” he groans as he wraps his hand around his length, circling the tip around your entrance.

“I’ll be fine,”’you sigh out, arching your back further, focusing on the way Jungkook pulls his own cock out of his pants, already hard and leaking precum. “You’ll take care of me.”

Taehyung smiles at that, slowly pushing his hips forward until he’s sinking into your heat. His mouth drops open at the feeling, your walls fluttering around his length as they adjust to his size, his hands gripping your hips. “We’ll take good care of you baby.”

You mewl underneath him, eyes falling shut as he fills you up, each inch making your hands clutch the sheets. You probably should’ve let him take the time to stretch you out properly, not realizing just how big he was until now. But once Jungkook noisily spits into his palm, rubbing along the head of his cock before spreading the mixture of precum and saliva down his length, you decide its worth it.

“Fuck,” you moan out when he finally bottoms out, hips flush against your ass, fingers dimpling the skin of your hips. “I feel so full.”

Jungkook groans out at that, slowly pumping himself as he settles back into his seat. All he could focus on was the look of pleasure on your face, how you seemed to tremble, already overwhelmed with the feeling when Taehyung had just begun.

Another shaky moan escapes you as Taehyung pulls back, giving you a second to prepare before he’s thrusting forward once more, setting a slow pace to allow you to adjust to his size. “Jungkook wants to see you cum baby. Let’s give him a show.”

Jungkook seems pleased at that, the slow jerk of his hand speeding up to match Taehyung’s thrusts, a hiss of pleasure spilling out of him as he tightens his grip on himself. The sounds of skin smacking together blends in with the wet thump of his palm and the pretty moans you let out.

It’s like all your senses are heightened, the touch of Taehyung’s palm on your back makes you jolt, allowing him to guide you further down until your chest is fully pressed into the sheets, ass perfectly arched in a visual that Jungkook appreciates. Each jagged breath the boys release hits your ears, the slow brewing pleasure warming you up from the inside, leaving you crying out with each thrust.

“Feel good?” Taehyung grunts out, licking his lips as he quickens the pace, feeling the way your walls tighten further around him. He knew the answer already, could see the way your arousal was pooling around the base of his cock, dripping down your thighs and making a mess of his sheets. They must have really hit the jackpot with you if you were already enjoying yourself this much.

“So good,” you mumble out, beginning to rut back into him, feeling him deeper than before. With each thrust he gives you feel him brush against the sweet patch inside you, something he catches on to the second he feels the way you gush around his cock. “Oh fuck, right there.”

“Yeah?” He fucks you with precision, making sure to hit the right spot each time, a wicked smile on his lips when you slur out another curse word, burying your face into the sheets. That just wouldn’t do, not when his best friend wanted to see your pretty face. “No no, baby. Remember, Jungkook wants to see you.”

A choked moan fills the air as Taehyung reaches forward, large palm collecting your hair into his grip and tugging back until you have no choice but to lift yourself up again. The pressure on your scalp makes your whole body tingle, brows pinched together as your hand reaches back to grip his wrist, softly rubbing his skin to let him know this was okay.

“Such a pretty girl,” Jungkook moans out, jaw slack as his eyes roam your body, thumb teasingly rubbing against his slit when you mewl at his compliment. Something about the hungry look in his eyes as he takes you in makes your breath hitch, a trail of fire traveling down your body with his gaze, nearly crying when his eyes focus on the visual of Taehyungs cock fucking into you, and suddenly Taehyung’s free hand was circling around you to reach your sensitive clit.

“Oh my god,” you moan out, shaky and oh so desperate it sends a chill down Jungkook’s spine, his fist slowing down as he leans forward and lets a glob of spit land on the head of his cock before he’s spreading it down his length. You weren’t sure what to focus on anymore, your heart racing in your chest as your eyes tried to take in the sight of Jungkook, ears perking up with each rough breath Taehyung let out by your ear.

“You’re doing so well,” he groans out, gently kissing the side of your head, hips never slowing down. “I'm close baby, but I wanna feel you cum around me first.” Something about his tone makes your insides melt, a slight whine to his words that show just how much he was truly enjoying it. It leaves you only able to respond with a shaky nod, already teetering so close to the edge with the way his deft fingers were circling your clit.

A deeper moan spills out of him when your walls start to tighten further, his jaw clenched together as the pleasure flowed through him. He’d be lying if he said they didn’t do this often, but tonight felt like such a special treat, and he was already hoping it wouldn’t come to an end. With the way your moans get breathier, trailing off as you slur out that you’re close, he knows he can’t prolong this further so he chooses to remember it as best as he can.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you chant, eyes fluttering shut as your mouth drops open. Your body tensing first, bracing for the release that felt so close you could practically taste it. Taehyung wasn’t far behind, thrusts becoming more shallow, quicker bursts of energy that left stars flashing behind your lids. Soft words of praise are whispered in your ear, begging you to cum, quickening the tight circles around your swollen clit, fingers coated in your wetness.

“Cum for us Y/N,” Jungkook groans out, hungry gaze locked onto your body. That’s the final straw, your orgasm washing over you in waves, walls spasming around Taehyung’s cock as you milked his own orgasm from him. He curses under his breath at the feeling, hand gently releasing your hair as your ride your climax, dropping back down to rest your face in the sheets and clutch on to them while he fucked you through it.

The hold he has on your hips makes you wince slightly, already knowing you’ll bruise, but when you weakly turn your head to look back, the sight of him makes it all worth it. The prettiest pout is on his face, brows pinched together as he moans out your name, eyes focused on the messy view between your thighs. All it takes is a few more thrusts before he’s cumming too, hips flush against yours as he relishes in the feeling.

It feels like you can barely register what's happening as you come down from euphoria, thighs trembling as he pulls out of you, eyes slowly roaming the room before you’re glancing to the side, surprised to see Jungkook sat on the chair with his cock still hard while his hand firmly gripped the base of it.

“You didn’t—you didn’t cum,” you manage to breathe out, a cute pout of disappointment on your lips that makes him grin as he releases his cock. Your eyes lock in on his palm, how its shiny with spit and precum, the same precum that was currently beading on the head of his cock, still aching for his release.

“Watching you was just the warm up. I wanna feel you properly, need to know how your pussy feels when you cum around me. Then I’ll cum.” He’s leaning forward now, resting his elbows on his knees as he analyzes your face. You look absolutely disheveled, and if you were tapping out after just having Taehyung that would be completely fine with him. He knew how to handle himself, already knowing you definitely wouldn’t mind watching him put on a show for you too. But as Taehyung moves around behind you, crawling on the bed until his back is resting against the headboard, hands beckoning you over to lay against him, Jungkook sees the way your face lights up with excitement at continuing this.

“Mm, what are you waiting for then?” Your lips pull into a smirk as you lift yourself up, crawling over to Taehyung and giggling as he grabs your hips and maneuvers you just the way they want you. Jungkook just watches on with a smile, hooded eyes trailing down your body, seeing Taehyung’s hands wrap around your waist as he lays you flat against his chest, your tits rising with each breath, legs slowly sliding open until he’s granted the beautiful sight between them. He damn near groans when he sees the mess between your thighs, a sheen of wetness coating your skin, pussy already swollen from Taehyung’s cock, ready for more.

Jungkook gets up now, finally fully taking off his clothes, tossing them without a care as he reaches the end of the bed. You take this moment to properly drool over him, seeing the dark tattoos marking his arms, trailing down onto his stomach, perfectly adorning his abs. The cherry on top is the shiny silver hoop latched in his bellybutton, something you definitely did not expect him to have—and you also didn’t expect to find it this hot.

“What's got you so dazed sweetheart?” Jungkook chuckles, kneeling onto the bed and slowly crawling over to you.

“I’m just really hoping this isn’t some sick dream and I’m actually passed out at that dirty ass bar.” You feel Taehyung’s chest rumble with a laugh behind you, his hands gently tracing along your stomach, making goosebumps spread on your skin.

“No, it’s definitely not a dream,” Jungkook sighs, a charming smile on his lips when he finally reaches you. His hands softly trail up your legs, making their way up your body. That’s when one of Taehyung’s hands leaves your waist, reaching to the side before he’s handing Jungkook something. Excitement blooms inside you once more when Jungkook grabs the condom wrapper, ripping it open with his teeth, his ego growing slightly when he sees just how locked in you are.

Your teeth bite down on your lower lip as he grabs his cock, slowly rolling the condom on with a soft sigh before looking back at you and giving you a wink. His hands land on your thighs once more, pushing them further apart so he could properly slot between them, a satisfied hum escaping him at his point of view.

“Keep them spread like this for me,” he murmurs out, thumb rubbing along your thigh.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help.” Taehyung kisses the side of your head before his hands reach down and grip your thighs, successfully spreading them open. A squeal leaves your mouth at the action,, and the way Jungkook’s face lights up makes your cheeks burn, feeling way more exposed than before.

You can only hold your breath as he inches forward, feeling the weight of his cock resting on top of your folds, the wetness from the condom sending a shiver down your spine. He hums under his breath as he slowly thrusts forward, nudging against your sensitive clit and chuckling when you gasp.

“Jungkook,” you groan, hands reaching out to grip onto his shoulders. “Don’t tease me, please.”

He lets your arms pull him closer, his eyes falling onto your lips, seeing the small pout etched onto them and he just has to kiss it away.

“Sorry, you’re right,” he mumbles against your lips, kissing them once more and pulling back slightly. His gaze is locked onto yours as he grabs his cock, leading it to your entrance, seeing the way your eyes widen as he starts to push into you.

Taehyung soothes you with his touch when you moan out, mumbling praise into your ear as Jungkook sinks further into you. You had already been stretched out, but Jungkook’s cock was thicker than Taehyung’s was, making a home between your walls with a pleasurable burn.

“Fuck,” you groan, nails digging into his shoulders when his hips press flush against yours. Jungkook hisses when your walls flutter around his length, jaw dropping open as he looks down to where you two connect, slowly pulling back before thrusting forward.

“It’s like you were made for us,” he moans, picking up his speed, his hands gripping onto your hips to keep your body from jostling up the bed. Jungkook honestly isn’t sure how long he’ll last, he had been purposefully edging himself the entire time he watched Taehyung fuck you, letting himself get a small taste before pulling away. Now that your warmth is enveloping him and your whimpers are filling the air, he knows his orgasm is gonna creep up on him.

“I think so too,” you giggle, your hands trailing up his shoulders and up his neck, tangling your fingers into his long hair and giving it a gentle tug. “I’m gonna need you both to fuck me like this all the time.”

Taehyung chuckles behind you, his own eyes focusing on the view of Jungkook’s cock splitting you open. “Oh we can definitely do that,” he murmurs into your hair, spreading your thighs further apart and relishing in the mewl you let out as Jungkook reaches further inside of you.

“Are you sure you can handle us all the time, baby? You make it so hard, we won’t be able to keep our hands to ourselves if you let us, and I don’t think you can keep up.” You’re not sure you can keep up either, you were barely holding it together after Taehyung made you cum, and being sandwiched between them both now was making you feel light headed in the best way possible. Yet they seemed ready to keep going, surely prepared for as many rounds as you’d be willing.

“Don’t care,” you whine out at a particular roll of his hips, pulling him closer to you, focusing on the glint of his lip rings as he swipes his tongue over them. “You make me feel so good, you can do whatever you want to me.”

It's the feeling of your second orgasm that has you speaking deliriously, spewing out the first things that come to mind—but you know you mean it. Taehyung and Jungkook could have you any way they pleased.

Jungkook seems to like what you said, a groan spilling out before he’s crashing your lips together in a heated kiss. It was dangerous for you to say things like that to him, to sound so open and willing in that breathy tone, he would take it and run with it. As your fingers gently rake through his hair, all he can think about is every single scenario he could possibly have you like this. With a swipe of your tongue against his lip rings, he’s picturing you bent over the living room couch, sucking off Taehyung as he fucked you from behind and he has to stop himself before be gets too carried away.

He fucks you harder now, steady rocks of his hips making your body jostle against Taehyung’s, moaning into your mouth as you yank his hair back and bite onto his lower lip. His eyes are lidded as they stare at you, breathing heavily as his mind starts to cloud over, lower lip shiny with spit as you let it snap back. You’re positive you look just as lust crazed as him, pupils blown out, skin tacky with sweat, heart hammering in your chest as sparks of pleasure exploded with each thrust.

“Wanna cum,” you mumble out, breath hitching as he rolls his hips, angling them just right to hit your gspot, smirking when he knows he’s found it. His hand comes up to cup your face, thumb swiping your cheek with tenderness that didn’t match his thrusts.

“Mm, I wanna feel you. C’mon baby.” His voice is raspy, a slight whine at the end that has your walls fluttering around him.

“I think she needs help,” Taehyung chuckles, grabbing your hands and moving it to replace his own, keeping your thighs nice and spread while his long fingers slither down your torso. You wait with baited breath as he trails them down, a throaty moan filling the air as they meet your clit once more. “Just like that right?”

Jungkook laughs under his breath at Taehyung’s teasing tone, finger rubbing at your bottom lip, eyes sparkling when your tongue swipes at it before you’re wrapping your lips around his thumb and sucking. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” he rasps out, the wet squelch of his cock fucking into you mixing with the creaking of the bed.

Your stomach hiccups as you moan around his finger, body writhing around as the pleasure starts to overwhelm you. Taehyung knows exactly what to do to push you closer to the edge, fingers slick with your arousal as he circles your clit, his other arm draped across your stomach to hold you in place. You warble out another moan when he presses down onto your lower stomach, turning your mind into mush when the pressure lets you feel the tip of Jungkook’s cock prodding against you.

“Oh shit,” he marvels, eyes wide as he looks down at his palm before meeting Jungkook’s stare. “This is so fucking hot.”

Without a second thought, Jungkook pulls his finger out of your mouth, quickly bringing his own palm beside Taehyung’s, jaw dropping open when he feels it himself, the coil in his stomach tightening up when your tummy bulges out every so slightly. “I told you, this pussy was made for us.” You whine out weakly at that, nodding along as you turn your head to the side. Jungkook doesn’t allow it though, hand grabbing your cheeks to turn you back to him. “You wanna see me cum yeah?” When you nod again, breathing heavy as your orgasm climbs up your spine, he smiles down at you. “Cum for me.”

Your eyes are locked onto his, fingers digging into your own thighs as the pleasure sets in, each flick of Taehyung’s fingers adding fire to the flame until it all boils over with a precise thrust from Jungkook. As his cock rubs along that spongy patch inside of you a gasp cuts into the air, your mouth dropping open as your body tenses up. Jungkook curses under his breath when your walls tighten around him, fucking you faster as you cream his cock.

Taehyung is relentless as he continues to rub circles around your clit, enjoying the way you whimper and spasm above him, knowing you enjoy it too much with the way you lean back into him.

“Just like fucking heaven,” Jungkook groans, leaning over you fully now as he lets himself get lost in the pleasure. His arms cage you in on either side as his hips move languidly, not at all afraid of being vocal as he whines out over how good you feel, making your stomach flip with each muttered praise.

As Taehyung finally retreats his hand you’re able to think properly, the slight haze clearing from your mind as you take in the sight of Jungkook above you. His hair's hanging down the sides of his face, thick brows pinched together to make the prettiest scowl you’ve ever seen. As your eyes trail down his body, they focus on the damn belly ring he has, seeing the way his abs contract with each thrust. That alone has you craving another round already.

“Give me what I want Jungkook,” you whisper out, purposefully tightening around him, rhythmic pulses that have him choking on his breath. He can only nod now, chest hiccuping as the familiar feeling starts to drape over him, making his skin tingle as his thrusts grow sloppy. Quick, shallow rolls of his hips have you mewling beneath him, releasing your thighs so you could wrap your legs around his hips, urging him even closer than before.

As his eyes lock into yours, seeing the dreamy look you have, it sends him over the edge. His hips stutter for a moment as his orgasm washes over him, a strained moan of your name reaching your ears as he cums into the condom before he’s delivering another burst of thrusts, milking his own orgasm to feel the pleasurable oversensitivity.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out, hips coming to a stop deep inside of you. Your hands come up to cup his face, the both of you smiling before you start to giggle. The crinkles by his eyes deep as he joins in, leaning in to kiss you again, only pulling away as he pulls out of you.

“I’m gonna be so fucking sore,” you whine out as your legs drop back onto the mattress, squealing when Jungkook flips you over, making you face to face with Taehyung and that cheeky smile he has on.

“Jungkook’s really good at massages,” he sings out, his hand cupping your chin before he’s giving you a kiss as well. Your eyes fall shut as his lips move against yours, soft and gentle without the rush from before. Before you can pull away to call his bluff, Jungkook’s reaching forward and massaging your thighs, fingers expertly digging into your skin to rub out the sore muscles.

“Oh my god,” you moan against Taehyung’s lips, letting yourself turn to jelly against his chest as Jungkook’s hands travel further up your body, taking his sweet time.

“Tae told you we’d take good care of you,” Jungkook sighs as he reaches your shoulders, smiling when you groan out at the pressure. “He wasn’t lying.”

You laugh against Tae’s skin, “I don’t know, it feels like you guys are just buttering me up to go again.”

“Can we not just be trying to relax you?” Taehyung laughs out, beginning to grow comfortable with the position you’re in.

“That’d be a lot more believable if I couldn’t feel your boner against me.” Jungkook cackles at that, his hands coming to a stop as he drops his forehead to rest on your back, hearing both your laughs join in. As Taehyung tries to weakly defend himself he pulls away, properly disposing of the condom before coming back to sit beside his best friend.

“Taehyung’s boner aside, we’d really like it if you stayed the night.” He rakes his hair off his face, fiddling with his lip rings in a nervous manner that has your heart swooning. How he could look so shy after everything that had just transpired was a mystery to you. It’s a complete contrast to the confident smile Taehyung has, his hands coming up to play with your hair as he slouches further back against the headboard.

“Sure, on one condition.” They both perk up at that, leaning in to you with thoughtful faces. “We have to do this again tomorrow morning.”

The nerves are wiped off Jungkook entirely now, a smirk on his lips as he nods in agreement, watching with amusement when Taehyung flips you over, playfully rolling on top of you as he starts to kiss your neck. “Why wait until the morning, the nights still young,” he says between kisses, smiling as you scream out a laugh of his name.

As Jungkook looks through the window beside the headboard, he spots the sky beginning to turn colors as dawn approaches. With another glance towards you, he sees your eyes shut as you breathe out a moan when Taehyung gently sucks at the spot beneath your ear, your arm reaching out to paw at the bed until your palm is meeting Jungkook’s thigh. It’s almost comical how easily his body reacts to your touch, his cock twitching back to life as you give him a squeeze, pure trouble floating in your eyes when you open them up to stare at him.

Technically, it is tomorrow morning.

#jungkook smut #taehyung smut #new

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autisticsonic · 1 year

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Agartha!Sonic ref!!! this took way longer than it should’ve!! + some doods

Feral little boy! Well, kinda. He still behaves like a typical Sonic; cocky and arrogant, loving and kind; but now his confidence often falters, he’s less sure of himself overall, and it far easier for his temper to get out of control. He still knows how to be civil, but tends to forget to be on occassion. While before it was natural of him, now it’s more like walking in high heels. Due to the events that transpired, he sadly forgets he’s even a person sometimes. Thankfully he’s in a safe place now, and his friends are helping him overcome this.

You can change the gloves and shoes I don’t like em that much...

Story:

The first post in the Agartha AU tag talks about the circumstances of his childhood, but this story continues. Agartha Labs has made a comeback, kidnapped him, and activated some of the mods they left in him long ago, hence why his fur darkened and his energy levels went out of wack. He’s handling those, well, okay, but it’s his mind that suffered the most. Not only did he have to even remember his childhood, but live through it again. Being an adult didn’t help at all. He was still treated like an animal, abused and hurt. Just hurt so much, because all resistence was met with pain.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #sonic au #my art #agartha au #you may be thinking how did they menage to kidnap him!#well u see they chipped him and the chip has a built in taser so #not much he couldve done to resist that #thats also how theyd punish him for misbehavior later and as a kid #or theyd kick him etc. whatevers more convienient #his fullbody is naked bc i drew it first bc i didnt feel like designing the clothes #cuz i didnt know what to go with #and frankly i still kinda hate it its not how my brain pictured this stuff gghhhghg #anyway give my boy some love simply bc this is like #the best ive ever drawn a mobian tbh #except the face #completely forgot he was suppoused to have a nick after an ear tag <3

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niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian · 2 months

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Could we plz have some Knuckles and Maddie headcanons?

Knuckles is a very MESSY kid, even more so than Sonic. It drives Maddie up a wall whenever she asks him to clean up his mess and he only cleans small amount of it and leaves the rest cause it “provides protection” according to him.

It took him a bit to get used to sleeping without wearing his shoes since he was so used to it after so many years.

At first, he was fighting for her attention against Sonic, and sometimes Tails, trying to please her with everything she asked them to do. She had to give them all a stern talking to that she loved them ALL equally and nothing was going to change that, due to some of the house got damaged in their little competition.

Unlike Sonic, who won’t admit it outright, he loves having his quills and head stroked whenever he receives some cuddles from Maddie. Total red cuddle-bug.

There were time where he would fall asleep while snuggling with her. It’s an adorable sight, but Maddie makes sure that he’s not totally leaning up against her whenever this happens since he can be pretty heavy to move.

Maddie has a knack for baking sweets and home goods, so she tends to make cookies, brownies, etc on a rare occasion. Whenever she does, it’s for a special purpose.

Knuckles eventually gets intrigued by the craft of cooking and often joins her on the process. It takes some getting used to since he’s not used to the machinery to make the food and actually not using his full strength to do it like he used to.

He tries out yoga with her one one occasion, but he found it a bit boring even though all the stretching helped with loosening his muscles up.

The two start to garden together and even grow a small vegetable garden as a mini project for Knuckles to work on, learning how to manage his own food without the urge to got and forage for food.

Can’t say the same for growing grapes, poor guy attempted that with poor results.

Out of most of the family, Knuckles hugs Maddie the most. It’s kinda like that “wrap the arms around the legs” type of hug, but he likes it cause she actually hugs him back and not pat his head like Tom tends to.

Maddie tends to have a little “pep-talk” for each of her boys whenever they need a pick-me-up, this is the one for Knuckles:

“Who are you?”

“I am Knuckles.”

“How are you going to treat the day?”

“Head held high, and my fists raised and a blazing!”

“But no challenging people to a duel, got it?”

“Understood.”

#it took me awhile to come up with some cause my brain was EMPTY when trying to think of ideas XD #asks answered #anonymous #maddie wachowski #knuckles wachowski #movie knuckles #sonic movie headcanons #sonic movie

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gayemeralds · 2 years

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important question: what are your top 5 favorite qualities of sonic’s character?

rattling you like a snow globe i am. OOOOOOOH i love sonic's character so much let's see (in no specific order)

1) moral ambiguity

sonic's not a typical goody-two shoes protagonist and i think that's super interesting, especially considering how his other "rival" video game protagonists at the time (like link and mario, etc) were. sonic's not a very cut ad dry character- he is a simple guy, sure, but when you start to peel away at some of his layers.... he's a lot more nuanced than you're lead to believe

sonic's very much a live by my own rules sort of person. and while his rules sort of match up to him being the good guy, it doesn't always make him "heroic". he killed king arthur under the complete understanding that king arthur was a real person. he kills erazor djiin. he encourages elise to kill solaris. sonic's not afraid to fight dirty, and he's not afraid to get his hands dirty when the situation calls for it.

most protagonists are more of a "we have to save everyone" or "if we kill the bad guy we're just as bad as them" type. but i think sonic specifically is interesting, because he does help some overcome their misdeeds- like knuckles, shadow, silver- but ultimately it's because those people weren't that bad in the first place. they were misguided and manipulated and confused. if they had a full grasp of the situation at hand, chances are, they would have chosen a different path. and even if they didn't, they still showed the potential for true growth.

but for a lot villains that are simply plain evil... sonic doesn't seem to particularly hesitate. sonic's attack in satbk would have undoubtedly killed merlina- he didn't know her well enough to assume that she could choose a different path, and was willing to act first and talk later, knowing he wouldn't be able to talk her out of it.

not even with eggman. he was going to let his counter part in satsr fall to his death, until shahra convinced him not to. he's used excessive lethal force before, especially in the classic games. and then of course there's the implications that sonic lets eggman get away because he finds their adventures fun. like yes, sonic's going to stop him- everything eggman does is against his principles. so sonic's going to fight him. but sonic is also a thrill seeker and a daredevil, and wouldn't life be quite dull without eggman?

2) villainous qualities

it sort of ties into sonic's more moral ambiguity but i think sonic's interesting because a lot of his qualities, depending on the framing, could be quite villainous in nature. a guy who chases after adventures, who fights just for the thrill of it, who's stubborn and doesn't ever compromise, who lives life by his own rules and doesn't care if the breaks other peoples rules?

if sonic ever chose to be a villain... he'd make a pretty good one. he has a different set of morals than others and he doesn't like compromising on his beliefs. he thinks he's right, so he's going to act on it. and quite a few sonic villains share a similar point of view- that their revenge, that their opinion, is correct, and they have no intention on listening to anyone else's.

additionally... sonic's not particularly shy with manipulating those around him. you can see this characteristic plainly in sonic x and idw, where sonic manipulates his friends into trying to get him off a boat and shadow into not killing eggman.

deep down, sonic isn't that much different from rouge, for instance. they're both thrill seekers who don't compromise on their beleifs and are, in some senses, quite selfish. they're very self driven and independent and are great manipulators. the only difference between the two of them is that sonic seems to have a bit more compassion. they're two sides of the same coin.

3) environmentalist

i kind of miss the messaging of the older games... sonic was always invested in maintaining the beauty of the natural world around him. he fights a villain who essentially pollutes just for the heck of hit. he started this heroing gig with little more motivation than protecting his woodland animal friends and their homes.

it wasn't always about gods and the hubris of men pretending to be them. at the very beginning, it was just about protecting a tiny island in the middle of the ocean and the little critters who lived there.

it's also interesting to note how this can translate to other scenarios, like with merlina. she wanted to go against the natural order of things, she wanted to try to create an eternal kingdom- sonic saw through her selfishness and also tried to convince her that some things just were meant to end. and sometimes you just have to enjoy it as it was.

4) kindness

i think the last point also segways into sonic's kindness- again, sonic didn't necessarily start this mission to save the world. sonic did this to save those little animal friends. he stepped up to the plate and challenged a mad scientist armed with thousands of robotic drones and fought him.

i think the best instance of his kindness is in sonic 06, where that same compassion actually causes the end of the world. sonic's insistence on helping elise, and not just saving her but getting her to smile, ends up dooming the world. he forms a bond so strong with her in the small amount of time they'd been together that seeing him die causes elise to cry for the first time in ten years. it's his death that sets causes the apocalypse, all because he was compassionate.

it's this kindness, too, that i think adds more nuance to his character. because sonic is at his core a devil may care daredevil, who only does what he thinks is right, and who only does things for the fun and the thrill of it. but its not entirely true, because sonic will go above and beyond the demands of the situations he finds himself in.

saving tails from his bullies? sure. he doesn't believe in oppressors of any form. but then essentially adopting that kid and letting him tag along on adventures, despite his solitary nature and unwillingness to settle down or be tied down? not necessary. saving angel island and giving knuckels abck his master emerald? well, he can't just let eggman win. befriending knuckles after? not necessary. helping shahra stop erazor djinn from devastating the arabian nights? well it's not like he's got anywhere else to be at the moment and it looks like a fun challenge. promising to get shahra to smile and taking the hit for her? not necessary. defeating merlina after she shows her true colors? it's what he thinks is the right thing to do, and her disregarding the natural order of things is just plain wrong. but trying to console her after they attempted to kill each other? unnecessary.

sonic is a bizarre juxtaposition of selfish and selfless. he's here to have fun and constantly seeks out danger, but he's not just willing to save the world- he's also here to help you smile.

5) subversion from usual "speed types"

sonic's also interesting to me in a sense that he's not really your average speedster, personality wise. yes, sonic can get impatient, and he that can lead to him being reckless, but for the most part... sonic isn't afraid of taking things slow and steady sometimes.

sonic's hobbies outside of fighting bad guys include reading, looking at pretty natural landscapes, and snoozing. when he's not fighting a bad guy he travels the world but otherwise has some pretty mundane, rather slow hobbies.

think of the usual speedster archetype- fast talking, always on the move, never sits still, chatty and friendly and kind of annoying.

and sonic can be all those things, but sonic's also allowed to be pretty slow. he's allowed to laze around and read a book or take a long nap. he's allowed to be solitary and non-social and quiet. he knows how to slow down and smell the roses. he knows to appreciate the moments he's got.

#+ one: i like his mystery #there's so much we jsut dont really know about his character. it's all interpretation really. fascinating #master emerald brothel

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midnightshard06 · 3 months

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Happy Valentine's day to all who celebrate! For those who don't hope your day was great!

Wanted to try and do this a bit earlier in the day but here we are. Bringing you some art and a fic from this little au thing cause I felt like it. The fic will be below the cut. Enjoy.

Pairing: Sonic/Shadow

Word Count: ~2100 words

You can also check it out on AO3 here!

"Have fun you two!" Tails waved as Sonic led Shadow off.

"We will! See you in a while little bro!" Sonic waved back before gently grabbing Shadow's hand. As he always did he gave the other hedgehog plenty of time to pull away. Though Shadow simply glanced down at their hands before making a soft noise of approval.

Admittedly Sonic was a little nervous. This was the first time he was taking Shadow out on what he would consider a "real date". Sure they'd been out alone plenty of times but all those times Sonic had just been showing Shadow around or teaching him about something. This time though Sonic had specifically chosen a place they'd not only visited before, but that Shadow had actually asked to go back to on several occasions. Those times had been a massive win. Shadow for all his outward confidence actually had a hard time asking for things. No matter how small. An unfortunate byproduct of how he'd been treated on the Ark. The thought of what Shadow had to go through always made his quills bristle; Sonic almost wished he could meet this Gerald guy face to face. Almost.

Sonic was pulled from his less than positive thoughts as Shadow squeezed his hand, concerned frown on his face. "You ok?" His tail was twitching behind him nervously as he searched Sonic’s face.

"I'm fine Shads." Sonic squeezed the other hedgehog's hand back. "Just thinking about some stuff I don't need to."

Shadow hummed, not looking entirely pleased by that answer but he didn’t say anything else. Though Shadow did perk up in interest as he seemed to realize where they were going. “The Chao Garden?” Shadow glanced at him, a smile threatening to make its way onto his face.

“Course.” Sonic smiled. “I bet the little guys miss us.” Shadow hummed in agreement. “Wanna race there?” Sonic shot Shadow a challenging look. If there was something he’d learned about Shadow it was that the other hedgehog could get competitive. Honestly Sonic loved that. Sure the two of them could get carried away sometimes, but it felt like in those moments where the two of them were competing that Shadow was truly living. Not being weighed down by his past.

Shadow immediately returned the look. “You’re on.”

Sonic regrettably had to let go of Shadow’s hand but that was alright, racing was much better anyway. “Three, two, one… go!” They shot off. Of course Sonic would have to pull back a little bit to keep things fair. Sure Shadow was naturally fast, but he’d forgone his air shoes today. They helped Shadow keep up a lot easier. Either way though it was close and Sonic only barely arrived at the entrance to the garden before Shadow. Both were panting slightly but Sonic couldn’t help but smile at the happy look on Shadow’s face. Even if it was quickly replaced with a more neutral expression. “Shall we?” Sonic gestured widely to the garden. Shadow huffed fondly before walking past Sonic.

As soon as the two were far enough into the garden they were swarmed by most of the chao population there. Shadow in particular had always been a big hit with them. Tails thought it had something to do with how much chaos energy Shadow’s body naturally gave off, but Sonic liked to think it was because of how he treated them. Soon enough two chao in particular made their way through the crowd. Sonic happily pat the head of the chao he’d been raising, the dot above the blue creature swiftly changing into a heart. Sonic had to hold in his laugh as Shadow’s chao had decided to plop themself down on Shadow’s head. Though to be fair Shadow didn’t seem very phased by the decision.

Maybe today he could finally get Shadow to agree to take the two chao back with them. Of course Sonic didn’t want to rush the other hedgehog into doing anything, part of the reason he’d waited so long to make any sort of move with Shadow, but he knew the two chao missed the two of them when they left. Sonic could of course take his own home, but he didn’t want to separate them from Shadow’s. Eventually the chao all settled down and most wandered off to do various things.

“Wait here for a sec. I need to grab something.” Sonic placed his chao in front of Shadow. They reached up for him, a frown on their face. “And keep an eye on them so they don’t try to follow me.” Shadow nodded and Sonic sped off to another part of the garden. A part where he’d stashed some stuff earlier. He grinned as he pulled out a small wrapped package and basket. Thankfully it looked like none of the chao had found and messed with it. Just as quickly as he left he was back. Shadow watched him curiously as he placed down what he’d grabbed. At this point Shadow was sitting while their chao played with each other nearby.

Sonic sat down in front of him and held out the wrapped package, a gentle smile on his face. Shadow froze for a moment before carefully taking the package from Sonic. “What is it?” He carefully turned it over in his hands.

“Well, you’ll just have to open it and find out.” Sonic shrugged, smile morphing more into a grin as Shadow shot him an unimpressed look. “Trust me, you’ll like it.” Well he hoped Shadow liked it anyway. It was hard to figure out what the other hedgehog would even like since he almost never talked about anything he wanted. Sonic did his best with what he had though and honestly he thought he’d done pretty good with this one.

After a moment more of staring at the wrapped package, Shadow carefully drug a claw down the wrapping cutting it rather cleanly and peeled the paper away. He stared down at the newly exposed picture frame. It wasn’t anything fancy and the whole thing was small enough to be carried around if desired. A small smile graced Shadow’s face and Sonic knew he’d done good. The second one he was more worried about but hopefully the first one going over well was a good sign. “I always liked that picture of you, me, and Tails.” Sonic hummed. “Even though it wasn’t too long after I found you I think it was the first time I actually got you to smile. Even if it was more out of surprise than anything.” He chuckled as Shadow put the first frame aside. Sonic got a little concerned as the other hedgehog froze once the second frame was revealed.

Sonic knew this one would be a risk, but he liked to think he was reading Shadow’s feelings about this correctly. “How?” Shadow briefly looked up at him, and Sonic wasn’t sure how to read his expression at the moment.

“Me and Tails, uh mostly Tails, did some digging around. Mostly in places that would not be considered public.” Sonic shrugged nervously, grabbing the edge of his scarf to fiddle with. “It was hard since most of anything to do with… the Ark was wiped out but…” He weakly gestured to the frame that Shadow had gone back to staring at. “We managed to find that.”

The silence between them stretched on long enough that their chao had taken notice. Both of them wandered over to their owners and attempted to comfort them. As soon as Sonic was starting to really regret this whole thing Shadow spoke. “Maria…” He looked up at Sonic. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly shook his head, raising his hands instead. ‘Thank you.’ He signed. ‘This way I’ll never forget the one person who made my past bearable.’

All the tension abruptly bled out of Sonic’s body. Ok good, he had been reading things right. That was a relief. “You’re welcome Shads. I’m just glad you like it, heh.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Now then, how about we enjoy something to eat?”

Shadow placed the second frame aside and nodded. “I would like that.”

“So…” Sonic started from his position of leaning comfortably on top of Shadow’s head. “Do you think today is the day we take these little guys home?” Shadow was currently petting his chao and Sonic’s was hovering close to the duo.

Shadow hummed in contemplation. He glanced down at his chao, who glanced back at him happily. Much to his chao’s disappointment he pulled his hand away from their head. ‘Would they be happier to come with us then stay here with the others?’

Well that was progress, it wasn't an outright no this time. "Chao bond real close with their owners." Sonic smiled as his chao reached out for his hand. "Sure they like being around other chao but we're a plenty good substitute." He started to pet his chao's head. "Plus we can always bring them back to visit their friends."

Sonic watched quietly as Shadow's tail moved slowly through the grass. After a while of Sonic waiting and just enjoying their close proximity, a huge step up from Shadow hissing or growling at him whenever he got too close, Shadow nodded. Well nodded as best he could with Sonic there. "Alright." Shadow scratched behind his chao's ear. "I think I'm ready."

Well who would have thought? Sonic was happy not only for the chao, but for Shadow. It had been a long road to help Shadow undo the damage from his past, and they still had a long way to go. This was a good step though, it would be good for Shadow to have something else that loves him unconditionally. Carefully Sonic moved to hug Shadow, and was happy when the other hedgehog let it happen.

"We have to actually name them now you know." Sonic smiled even though Shadow wouldn't be able to see it.

"... I've never had to name anything before." Shadow frowned slightly.

"Just don't overthink it." Sonic squeezed Shadow briefly. "Just use whatever feels right."

"Do you have a name for yours?" Shadow asked, probably looking for an example.

"Course. I had a name picked out a while ago." Sonic turned to his chao which was watching him curiously. "I officially dub you Azure." The newly named Azure flew around in clear excitement before settling on Sonic's head.

"Azure huh?" Shadow hummed before a look of realization crossed his face. "Wait. Did you name them that because they're blue?"

"Heh… maybe." Sonic chuckled. "Still has a nice ring to it though."

"I suppose." Shadow sighed before looking intently at his own chao. “Gale.” He said after a while of what Sonic suspected was contemplation. Gale made happy noises as they grabbed one of Shadow’s hands with their two smaller ones.

“I think they like it.” Sonic removed his arms from around Shadow and stood up fully to stretch. “Is there a reason for the name or did it just come to you?” Shadow avoided his gaze and that only had Sonic even more curious. If he looked carefully enough he could make out a slight green flush to Shadow’s muzzle. Interesting. It took a lot for Shadow to get flustered. Now he had to know. “C’mon, you know I won’t judge you for whatever reason you have.”

Shadow quietly muttered something that Sonic couldn’t make out before turning to face him. “It’s because of you.” Sonic froze in surprise, mouth hanging open slightly and ears perked up. That had not been what he was expecting honestly, but he made him feel warm. Shadow sighed and raised his hands. ‘You have done a lot for me and I appreciate that. I figured this might be a suitable way to repay your kindness.’

Sonic reigned in his surprise and gave Shadow a wide smile. “I’m glad to know you think so highly of me, but you don’t have to try and repay me like that. Just getting to see you living your life is good enough for me.”

‘If you say so.’ Shadow shrugged before grabbing Gale. ‘The name stays either way.’

“Wouldn’t dream of trying to change your mind.” Sonic grabbed Azure before holding out a hand to help Shadow up. After a moment the other hedgehog took the offered hand. “Well what do you say, good first date?”

Shadow chuckled quietly as Gale flew up to land on his head. ‘The best I’ve ever been on.’

“Why thank yo-” Sonic blinked. “Wait a sec, you haven’t been on any other first dates.” He grinned.

‘It was still the best. I have no need for any others.’ Shadow hesitantly reached out his hand and Sonic happily took it.

“I’ll take that.” Sonic shrugged. “Now then, let’s head home.” It was a good day, and Sonic wouldn’t change a thing about it.

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