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[gleafer]

Happy Valentine’s Day, goblins! I hope you’re having a lovely day!

And you know what day it is? It’s Wednesday and you that means 🎶Business Time🎶

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[gigabyte-flare]

Insatiable (Part 1)

Summary: You are a researcher for D.S.O. who is responsible for studying Leon Kennedy as Las Plagas overtakes him, maybe even finding a cure. He starts to take a liking to you, too much of a liking to you.

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: yandere plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Extreme violence and gore, biting, dubcon, forced breeding, gross las plagas-y things, death, mentions of un-aliving. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

A/N: Heavily inspired by this artwork by @chanif-art on Tumblr along with Project Scorpion by @tagzpite. Literally could not get this idea out of my head until I wrote it down. Definitely going to be another series. We're also going to pretend D.S.O. was founded way sooner than 2011 k byeeeeee

“I fought a war and I learned how to win, but how do you fight when the enemy’s within?”

You step out of an elevator led by two armed D.S.O. operatives in tactical gear deep underground at HQ, your white lab coat flowing gently as you walk forward. Grasped in your right hand is a voice recorder. You and the operatives go through a series of heavy steel doors leading you into the bowels of the underground facility.

Is all this really necessary? you think to yourself as you’re led deeper into the abyss.

Finally, you’re brought to a single cell enclosed with clear polycarbonate panels with steel reinforcements. In this cell was a man sitting in a chair that was bolted into the floor, his hands chained behind his back and his legs chained to the legs of the chair. This man is Agent Leon S. Kennedy. You approach one of the panels closest to the steel door keeping him in. 

Switching the voice recorder on and bringing it to your mouth, you state your name before continuing, “The year is 2004. The subject is field agent Leon Scott Kennedy, currently 27 years old and exhibiting the late stages of Las Plagas infestation, his body is covered in dark, vein like marks. Subject is currently slumped over in the chair. He appears to be catatonic.”

Bringing the recorder away from your mouth, you motion to one of the operatives to guard the door. You input a passcode into a key panel next to the door. It lets out a hiss as it slowly swings open. As you step in, the door swings closed and locks.

You bring the recorder back to your mouth and continue, “Agent Kennedy?”

You watch as Leon slowly lifts his head, his face completely covered in the dark veins, his once blue eyes now have a slight red tinge to them, it makes your stomach twist in sorrow, he used to be such a handsome man.

“Subject appears to still have some cognitive ability left as he immediately recognized his name. We’re still trying to understand how he hasn’t broken down now that the alpha Plagas host, Osmund Saddler, has been destroyed--”

“I’m right here, you know,” Leon suddenly spoke, making you jump.

“Ag-Agent Kennedy!” you reply, eyes wide in shock that he’s able to speak. 

“Please, just call me Leon, sweetheart.”

His dark gaze seemed to pierce straight into your very soul. You collect yourself, clearing your throat.

“How are you feeling, Leon?”

Leon looks down at himself, tugging gently at his restraints before looking back up at you, “all things considered, I actually feel pretty damn good.”

“That’s… good, I guess,” you reply, your nervousness clear in your voice. 

You hadn’t prepared for this, every researcher that attempted to interact with him got absolutely nothing out of him, hence why they sent you down. You argued with them, not seeing the point but now you began to realize that the difference was they were all men, you were a woman. 

“Awww… there’s no need to be so nervous, sweetheart, it’s just me, Leon Kennedy. I promise I don’t bite,” he says, a small smirk appearing on his lips, “hard.”

“Do you know where you are and why you’re here, Leon?”

He lets out a chuckle, “yeah, I’m in D.S.O.’s research facility because I’m turning into a monster.”

“That’s putting it rather bluntly, but yes, that’s correct.”

“About time they sent someone cute down here to visit me, the rest were much too dull. If I wasn’t chained up, I’d ask you out to dinner and a movie.”

You feel yourself blushing, “that’s… very kind of you Leon, however that won’t be happening anytime soon, I’m afraid.”

“That’s a shame, because I’d love to take you to bed and make you scream my name,” he growls, a sinister grin overtaking him.

Your heart is pounding out of your chest as your eyes widen at him. This wasn’t like Leon at all, the parasite was clearly twisting his thoughts. You panic, turning around to motion the operatives to open the door and let you out. As soon as you’re out of the cell, you briskly walk away from the cell as fast as you can, not once looking back. You could have swore you heard Leon’s laugh echo after you. 

“I am not going back down there, are you insane?!”

“You’re the first person he has actually spoken to since he got back from Spain,” the lead researcher, Bryan said, setting your voice recorder down onto his desk. 

“So? Your point? I’m not doing it and that’s final!”

“Look, this recording gives us valuable data on him, it’s clear that the Plagas inside him is mutating into a more dominant strain. It must know it’s the last one left,” Bryan said, pleading with you.

“So we’re just going to poke and prod him like he’s some guinea pig? Leon wouldn’t have wanted that! Are you sure there’s no way we can cure him?”

“If we attempt to remove the parasite now, it will kill him--”

“Then let’s put him out of his misery, this isn’t right!”

The silence between you was deafening. After a few minutes, Bryan finally spoke.

“Judging by this recording, the Plagas has one thing on its mind.”

“Which is…?”

Bryan looked up at you, letting out a heavy sigh, “reproduction.”

“All the more reason I shouldn’t be going back down there!”

“He’ll be restrained and you’ll have at least two operatives with you at all times, you’ll be safe,” Bryan leans forward on his desk, folding his hands together, “the data you collect from Agent Kennedy is invaluable in finding out how the parasite works, just… go down and talk to him. I know yesterday was unnerving but there is one thing he said that is true, he’s just Leon Kennedy. He’s in there somewhere, even if the Plagas is influencing him.”

You cross your arms, staring at the floor, letting out a frustrated sigh before looking back up at Bryan, “fine. But I want hazard pay.”

“Consider it done, here’s your recorder back,” Bryan says, sliding the recorder across the desk towards you. 

You grab the recorder of the desk, turning on your heel to walk out of Bryan’s office.

“You are to report down there in an hour, you hear me?” Bryan calls after you just as you walk out the door.

You fight the urge to flip him off, thinking better of it. You walk down the hall into your office, getting your lab coat back on and sitting at your desk. You press play on the recorder, listening back on your interaction with Leon several times. There was one part where you repeated it several times, sending chills down your spine.

“That’s a shame, because I’d love to take you to bed and make you scream my name.”

How long had Leon been locked down here, chained to this chair? How many men in lab coats came and tried to talk to him? He knew he was a lost cause, why were they keeping him alive? How many times did he wish death would come and take him in his sleep?

But then you came, awakening something in him.

Your natural scent filled the cell completely, so many hours had gone by and he could still smell you and you smelled absolutely divine. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, the way your voice was so sweet yet filled with drive and intelligence. The way you blushed when he flirted with you. The way your heartbeat began to race at just the mere mention of taking you.

God you were so cute when you ran off, all flustered, he couldn’t help but laugh; he hadn’t felt alive like that in so long. His reminiscing was interrupted suddenly when he could hear footsteps coming down the hall. Lifting his head, he practically began to salivate when he saw you had returned.

You came back to me, baby, where you belong…

“The subject appears to be conscious and alert, he watched us as soon as we were in his line of sight,” you say as he watches you speak into the voice recorder. 

With a hiss, the door opens and you step inside. Leon breathed in deep, taking in the smell of you, you smelled even better than you had yesterday. He feels his cock twitch in his pants in excitement. He watches as the door behind you closes and locks, just like it had yesterday, trapping you in here with him.

Curse these fucking chains…

“You’re more lively today, Leon, care to tell me why?” you ask, your voice flat and void of any emotion.

“How about you tell me why you smell so nice,” Leon replies, grinning at you, drool running from his mouth down his chin.

He watches you shift uncomfortably before you continue, “I’m not answering that.”

Leon scoffs, shaking his head, “then I’m not going to talk to you, sweetheart.”

You take a deep breath, “if I’m going to be honest, I don’t know why I smell so nice to you, Leon.”

His red eyes scan up and down your form, imagining it without all those needless clothes. Imagining himself pinning you to the floor and fucking you stupid. A strange, clicking sound came out of him from the back of his throat as he pulled aggressively on the chains holding him to the chair. He watches as the two men with guns outside become alert. Leon lets out a low growl as he glares at them.

You turn to face the men, signaling to them to stand down. He watches them both relax before you return your attention to him. 

“The transformation appears to be progressing faster than expected,” you say into the recorder, “are you in any pain, Leon?”

Leon slowly shakes his head, “no, just unbelievably horny, doll.”

“We have reason to believe the subject is displaying an increased libido due to the fact that the parasite inside him knows it’s the last of its kind.”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here, that’s awfully rude.”

“Fine,” you say, lowering the recorder away from your mouth, “what do you want to talk about, Leon?”

“You should ask those nice boys out there to take these chains off me,” Leon purrs, staring at you longingly.

“Absolutely not, Leon,” you reply, crossing your arms, “those chains are there for my safety as well as your own, at least until we can get the Plagas out of your body.” “I think I’m too far gone for that, don’t you think, sweetheart?”

You take a deep breath and exhale loudly, the sorrow clear in your eyes, “I am so sorry that this is what you have become, Leon.”

“I’m not,” Leon says as that sinister grin overtakes him again; he starts to chuckle.

“Leon,” you begin, stepping closer and kneeling down to be eye level with Leon, “I know the real you is in there, somewhere, you have to fight it.”

Your scent was almost enough to drive him crazy, you were delectable. He licks his lips, that clicking sound coming out from this throat again. His eyes are locked on you and he sees you glance down briefly before looking back into his eyes. He knew what you were looking at, you were looking at the noticeable bulge in his cargo pants.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Leon says, his body visibly trembling.

You don’t respond, you simply stare at him with that same sad look in your eyes. How could you not want him as much as he wanted you. His lips curl into a snarl.

“Let me FUCK YOU!” he growls, lunging forward, the bolts in the chair letting out a loud screech as they’re bent slightly.

You stumble back, falling backwards onto the floor as Leon continues to struggle violently. The two men with guns come rushing in, one of them grabbing you off the floor while the other shoots a tranquilizer dart into Leon’s thigh. Leon feels the effects almost instantly, his body becomes limp as he becomes sluggish, his mouth hanging agape as he watches you get led out of the room by the two men, the door shutting and locking behind them as you’re led away.

“Mine,” he whispers in his last moments of consciousness, “all mine.”

Part 2

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[zanephillips]

ALEX LANDI Insatiable S02E06 "Eat and Run"

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[arcielee]

Insatiable

Summary: Osferth finally has a moment with the barmaid he has been pining for. Paring: Osferth x Plus Size Reader Word Count: 1575 Warnings: AFAB Reader, kissing, titty sucking, grinding, pre ejaculation because baby monk is thrumming with life being tucked between your thighs, implied sexual themes. Author's Note: This was requested by the lovely, the wonderful @helaelaemond 💜 I hope this does justice to your request. Thank you @aemondsbabe for being my beloved beta reader for this hot mess I wrote at 1 in the morning and thank you @myfandomprompts for the title! 🥰 Dividers by @saradika

They prefer your tavern and its reputation, your wit and your hired help–always the loveliest of girls you gave sanctuary too. In return, you enjoyed both their coin and their company, which was something all encompassing whenever they would enter your establishment.

On this night, it was the tittering of your barmaids that alerts you before the bawdy Irishman announces their arrival. He fills the door frame, his dark eyes settling onto you and you returning his cheeky grin. 

“Lord Uhtred and his pretty boys,” you greet and he guffaws. You begin to pull empty tankards from the shelves behind. “To what do we owe the honor?” 

Finan pushes up towards the bar, his teeth bright beneath his dark beard. “My lady, tonight we are celebrating!” 

“What are we celebrating?” You fill up a mug and pass it over to his wide grasp. 

He begins to gulp it down, ale spilling the corners of his mouth before setting it down, his smile roguish when he says: “First bloodshed.” 

Osferth had slain the great Dane, Sigefrid Thurgilson, and its tale was already webbing throughout the cities that settled along the river bank of the Temes, rising from the ashes of Beamfleot. 

Your brow raises with your surprise. The warrior monk was a recent addition to the motley swart of men that shadowed Lord Uhtred’s steps. Osferth was a solemn addition, tall and lean, with piercing blue eyes that would cut through the crowd, searching for you whenever they visited. 

You could not help but favor him out of all the men that served Lord Uhtred. He was handsome with his sharp features, but you noticed how they softened with your voice whenever you spoke with him. You relish his reaction, the soft pink hues that stained his cheeks, his soft timbre to answer you, and you actually began to mourn him, assuming his inevitable demise at the end of a blade. 

But instead, Osferth showed himself to be so much more. 

The wooden walls begin to vibrate with the jubilation of surviving another day as the locals pour through the doors, adding to the cheers of their heroism. Lord Uhtred and his men preen under the attention, always adoring your pretty help, your girls flutter throughout to refill mugs or fall into an empty lap. 

You were watching, sipping at your own cup, dressed to complement your curves, the low neckline of your blouse to draw the eye to your heavy bust, aglow with the umpteenth retelling of baby monk’s bravery. Only then did you notice that Finan was trying to call your attention. 

“Please,” his lilt was thick as he began to beg, his ruddy cheeks burning and his dark eyes finally pulling away from your cleavage to meet with your own. “Osferth has been so hopelessly besotted with you. I was thinking you should give him a kiss to congratulate that he is now truly a man.” 

His words, partnered with the ale, warm your blood with the realization, flushing your cheeks and your cleavage. It propels your feet forward, pushing through the crowd towards Osferth, whose eyes were already trained to you. They widen, bright and beautiful and blue, to drink in the sight when you lean over, his skin prickling with your whisper to his ear, “Come with me,” and he is quick to stand and follow after you. 

The cheers of his comrades are drowned out with the call for another round, and you leave it to your help to tend and to fawn over the rest of the men as you pull Osferth away.  

The oak door shuts out the noise and you look back to see his lithe frame leaning against the wood. In the intimacy of the room, you could smell the musk of the battle won, lining his angular features, his sandy locks disheveled with the uneven new growth of his old religious style. 

You reach for his hand, pulling him towards the bed, and he follows, towering over you, watching as your hands pull at the collar of his alb; he helps you peel it off, showing the pale planes of his chest beneath.

Even as he sinks to sit on the edge of the bed, he is still so very tall, and you blush, turning to grab a clean cloth from the basin, coming back to touch his jaw and to wipe away the ash smeared across his face. 

Osferth hums with your touch, leaning into your palm, and your blood thickens beneath your skin with his close proximity. Your eyes watch the rise and fall of his chest as he tries to steady his breath, and when he finally looks back up at you, you can see the lustful black swallowing the cerulean coloring of his eyes; they wash over you, drinking in your curves, and a bashfulness stricken your bones with his heady gaze.  

You take a step back to return the cloth, and only then does Osferth dare to push up, towering over you. His large palm catches your elbow and pulls you back towards him. “May I–?” but his question stops on his tongue, your hands already moving to pull him close enough to kiss. 

The taste of ale is present, but not overwhelming, his mouth pleasantly warm and his lips soft to press against your own. You melt against his chest and a soft sigh escapes, allowing his clever tongue to curl, to deepen the kiss and find its tandem with your own. His large hands move, respectful but appreciative of the tactile nature of your figure, touching your soft waist, moving to settle on your hips with a firm hold as he continues to draw the very breath from your lungs. 

You break away for air, for who knew he would kiss like a man starved? You see his lips still pursed, kiss swollen, the hue now darkening to a red stain on his cheeks and on the tip of his nose. 

“Forgive me,” he says after a movement with the same sweet diction you were always fond of, and he grows shy with his admittance, “but I have thought often of how you would taste and I now find myself insatiable.” 

You close the space between, finding his mouth once again, and his palms roam, his stance staggering as he follows the pull backwards, until you both fall onto the bed. 

His arms cage you against the mattress and he dips forward for another desperate kiss; your blouse laces are pulled to allow the natural slope of your breasts, your hands rutting your skirt up so he can slot his slender waist between your plush thighs. You softly whine with the pressure of his length against your clothed cunt, and his deft fingers travel to remove your smallclothes. Osferth then pulls back with a pause, a moment of admiration with the enticing way of how you now spill from your clothes. 

You burn under his gaze, your fingers bold to loosen his ties, his length straining against the crotch of his slacks, now flush and upright towards his bellybutton. Osferth melts against you with his soft groan, your own soft sighs echoing with the delicious pressure of him against your slick folds. Your fingertips move to dig into the divots of his lower back, pulling him to rock against you with the genial glide of the underside of his cock against your warmth, rubbing your clit, and a pleasure begins to lick at the base of your spine. 

He is lost in the rhythm, the now crimson flush spilling from his face to his neck to his chest, panting and trembling against you; his eyes search for your face and you pull him in for another quick kiss. Osferth groans into your mouth, breaking away to return his attention to the tops of your breasts, his hot mouth leaving blooms of color as he suckles and savors every bit of your skin now showing. 

You squirm beneath him, your soft moans spurring his motion, and his brows knit with a focus on your pleasure, your sweet sounds, but it shatters so easily with your breathless whisper of his name that tickles his ear, “Oh, Osferth…” 

With a strangled cry, you can feel the hot pulse of his spend between your thighs. You tighten them around his waist, supporting him as he lowers his weight on top of you. “Forgive me,” he is panting against your flush skin, the ripple of gooseflesh in the wake of his exhale. “Forgive me, my lady, it is no excuse but I…have been thinking about this, about you, for so long…” 

You press a finger against his lips and Osferth is quick to kiss the pad. You smile with his gesture, your hand moving to curl the back of his neck, bringing his lips to your own for another sweet kiss. “Would you like to make it up to me?” Your voice is sultry, velvet, and you can feel the twitch of his cock in response.

His eyes are soulful and wide, with the returning blue a stark contrast to the flush of red that remains on his face. “More than anything,” he vows, “I will spend all night right here, if you wish it.” 

And you kiss him again, unable to help the giggle that spills from your lips. “I wish it,” you whisper and you can feel his smile in return. 

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[ririchonne]

So we have been robbed! I didn’t notice it when watching but she did change clothes between these two scenes(no more white tank top for Michy) #SlickRick 😏

Hope they redeem themselves in episode 6

Thanks to @noir_nerdy to pointing it out on twitter

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[supercap2319]

"Mr. Barnard, would you please put your shirt back on? I have a boyfriend and I don't think he'd appreciate you being shirtless for me." Y/N said.

Bob Barnard looks at him and smiles. "Ain't nothing wrong with this. I'm sure Brick will understand."

"Sorry, no thanks. I'm actually late for meeting Brick at the gym. See ya!'"

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[poetrybyonur]

She touches my soul the way she touches my body, softly yet insatiably.

Music by Jordan Hart.

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[robntunney]

ROBIN TUNNEY as BRANDYLYNN HUGGENS insatiable | 1x03

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[gigabyte-flare]

Insatiable (Part 2)

Part 1

Summary: Your collages should have listened to you.

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: yandere plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Extreme violence and gore, biting, dubcon, forced breeding, gross las plagas-y things, death, mentions of un-aliving. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

A/N: Huge shout out to @chanif-art who's artwork continues to inspire me and this story. I am completely blown away with how well part 1 was received. Thank you to everyone who's liked, reblogged, commented and even simply read it. I didn't do a tag list for this one because I think well over 50 people asked and I completely lost track. Anyway, I hope this meets your expectations! I was listening to Little Girl Gone while writing this... for some reason it just fits plagas!Leon.

“Honey, I’ve changed so much since I last saw ya.”

You open your eyes, finding yourself inside Leon’s cell. You dart your head around, looking frantically when you realize you’re chained to the chair, the same chair Leon had previously been chained to. You hear Leon chuckle, a low chilling sound as he walks up from behind you, taking long, slow strides. He turns to face you, you notice the black veins sprawling his body have gotten darker, his eyes more red. He grins as he kneels down to be at eye level with you, his four canine teeth noticeably sharp. He runs his tongue along his teeth.

“There you are, sweetheart. I didn’t think you’d wake up,” Leon says with a purr. 

Your eyes are wide, taking labored deep breaths before you attempt to struggle. Leon laughs, shaking his head.

“That won’t do you any good I’m afraid, but don’t worry, I’ll get you out of those chains so we can have some play time.”

Leon stands back up, walking back behind you. You hear him break the chains apart with his bare hands. You waste no time bolting out of the chair and to the door. No matter how much you pull, the door won’t budge. You turn around to find Leon standing directly behind you. He grabs you by the waist pulling you to him. You flail your arms at him, trying to fight him off. Out of the corner of your eye you see Bryan on the other side of the clear panel holding a clipboard, taking notes.

“Bryan?! Get me out of here! I’m trapped in here with him, please! He’s going to hurt me!”

Bryan lifts his head, shaking it, “the data you’ll provide from this is too valuable to pass up I’m afraid. We need to know if he’s capable of procreating with a un-infected human and what the offspring will look like.”

“WHAT?!” you scream, “Bryan have you lost your mind?!”

Completely ignoring your pleas, Bryan continues, “remember what we agreed on, Leon. You are not to infect her with the plaga until she gives birth. After that, you can do with her as you please.”

“I remember the agreement, you fucking prick,” Leon growls next to your ear before he licks your earlobe. 

“NO I DID NOT AGREE TO THIS BRYAN, YOU LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!” you continue to scream as you try to fight Leon off.

Leon, however, is much more powerful than you; he bites into your shoulder and makes short work of pinning you to the floor, his hands gripping your jeans and ripping them off you, leaving you with your pair of lace panties. You attempt to crawl across the floor towards Bryan, but Leon drags you back by your hips. Leon flips you over to face him, caging you with his body. He simply stares down at you, his smile wide. You watch as drool drips from his face onto your shirt, which he promptly rips apart to reveal your matching bra to him.

“Aren’t you just delicious to look at?” Leon says, licking his lips before locking his lips onto yours in a hungry kiss. 

To your horror, you’re returning his kiss, his hands grasping to both of your breasts. He pulls away after a couple minutes, sitting on his haunches as he pushes your legs apart, noting the dark spot that is now on your panties.

“Oh? You don’t want this? Then tell me why you’re so fucking wet, sweetheart?”

Leaning forward, he grabs your panties with his teeth, dragging them off you before tossing them aside. He then begins undoing the belt on his pants; before long he is pulling his hardening cock from his pants. He wastes no time climbing back on top of you, pushing himself inside you balls deep with ease. 

When the head of his cock kisses your cervix, your eyes roll into the back of your head as you let out a soft moan. Leon growls, thrusting into you with an insatiable ferocity, causing you to grip his arms, scratching into them with your nails. You felt like he was fucking you for an eternity when he let’s out another growl, pressing into you as deep as he could possibly go. You feel your cunt clamp around his cock, milking his cum into your body.

Leon stares back down at you, his eyes and grin wide as he laughs maniacally.

You wake up screaming, covered in sweat and tears streaming down your face. You take deep breaths, laying your hand on your chest to ground yourself.

It was just a nightmare.

Once you get yourself calm, you climb out of bed and go into the kitchen of your apartment, making yourself coffee and some toast for breakfast. Afterwards, you get ready for work and head out the door. On your way, you decide to stop at the pharmacy. Walking the aisles, you find the feminine hygiene products, grabbing an ovulation test off the shelf and paying for it. Once you get to HQ, you trap yourself into one of the bathroom stalls, taking the test and waiting for the results. You watch in horror as a little smiley face shows up on the little screen, confirming your hypothesis.

You collect yourself before briskly walking into Bryan’s office. You don’t knock, you simply push the door open aggressively, startling both Bryan and the researcher he’s meeting with, you think his name is Pierce.

“I am not going back down there, Bryan,” you say sternly. 

Pierce shifts uncomfortably in his seat before standing up to leave, “I’ll go check on the camera feed downstairs.”

You and Bryan stare at each other as the door swings shut. Bryan rubs his eyes.

“Not this again, I’m sorry but I need you to go down there, you’re still the only one Leon talks to. Is this about what happened yesterday? I assure you, we have taken extra precautions to ensure that doesn’t happen again.”

You stomp up to Bryan’s desk, slamming the positive ovulation test onto the desk. Bryan looks down at the test before looking at you and raising an eyebrow.

“The fuck is this?” he asks.

“I’m ovulating, this is why Leon keeps saying I smell good and wants to practically throw himself on me whenever I’m down there.”

“That’s absurd.”

“Can you think of a logical explanation, then? I’m all ears.”

“This is not up for debate, you are going to continue working with Leon; that’s an order!”

Suddenly, the lights go dim before red emergency lights come on followed by a loud, screeching alarm.

“What the hell?!” Bryan exclaims, looking around confused.

You’ve never heard this alarm during your entire time at D.S.O., you rack your brain around what it could mean when suddenly, Pierce bursts into the office.

“Pierce! What the hell is going on out there?!” Bryan asks.

“Kennedy’s escaped, sir!”

Leon opens his eyes and lifts his head, looking around his cell. Deep down he was seething in rage; he had gotten so close to getting out of this chair and having his way with you. Now, his chair had reinforced steel plating welded to it and they strapped a god damn muzzle onto his face. He could see he now had two men with guns guarding the door at all times. 

Fucking beautiful.

He tested the chains again, but found they had been tightened recently, angering him even more. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and hoped he would see you today. He hated the thought of you seeing him like this, but he desperately wanted to see you and inhale your sweet, sweet scent.

Out of nowhere, an excruciating pain jolts down Leon’s spine, causing him to cry out and writhe in his chair. His four canine teeth grow sharper, his fingers turning black and now taking on a claw-like appearance and a new, sharp appendage was peaking out of his lower back. The guards turned around to look at Leon. They immediately unlock the door and come into this cell to check on him. Leon stops writhing, slumping over in his chair, pretending to be passed out. One guard stays by the door, facing away from them while the other comes over to check on Leon, checking the chains to make sure they’re in place.

Unbeknownst to the guard closest to Leon, Leon’s new tail was extending from his back, coming around from behind the guard. It was very similar to a scorpion’s tail, but instead of a barb on the end, it looked like a blade. Within an instant, Leon’s tail wraps around the guard’s neck, snapping it instantly as four claw-like appendages burst from Leon’s back, breaking the chains holding his arms in place. Hearing the other guard fall to the floor the other guard turns around only to be faced with Leon, who is now up out of his chair and walking towards him, ripping the muzzle off his face, flashing a maniacal grin at the guard. The guard goes to shoot Leon but Leon is much faster, his tail whipping forward and impaling the man in the chest before flinging him aside. 

Leon strides out of his cell, looking down the hallway to see a pair of researchers coming down the hallway. Upon seeing Leon out of his cell, they start shouting at each other and turn to run in the opposite direction. Leon smiles, breaking into a sprint. He leaps, pinning one researcher to the ground with his body while his tail grabs the other by the waist, lifting him into the air.

“Where is she?!” Leon asks with a growl to the researcher he has pinned to the floor.

“Where’s who?!” the researcher stutters.

“Don’t play dumb with me! Where is she?!”

“Up-Upstairs! In Br-Bryan’s office!”

Leon’s mouth clamps down onto the researcher's neck, ripping out his throat as his tail squeezes the other until his spine snaps, falling to the floor as Leon lets him go. At that moment, all the lights dim before red emergency lights come on. Leon breaks back into a sprint to the elevator however, it was not working no matter how many buttons he pushed. He uses his tale to rip a hole into the ceiling, leaping up into it and climbing the elevator shaft. 

Once he reaches the top, he pries the elevator door open, swinging down, landing gracefully in the hallway. People are scrambling to get away from him, bumping and tripping over each other to run down the hallway. Leon’s red eyes scan the area, however, he sees no sign of you. More guards with guns show up, firing at him. His tale whips forward, deflecting their bullets with ease as he lunges forward. He impales one operative with his tail while his hand thrusts through the chest of another, gripping the man’s still beating heart in his claws before crushing it.

“Take her and get out of here!” he hears a man yell from down the hallway.

Leon’s attention is immediately drawn to the man that yelled, immediately recognizing him as Bryan. At one time, he liked the man, a brilliant scientist. Too bad he has to die. Leon watches as Bryan pulls out a pistol, firing shots at him. Again. Leon’s tail and back claws deflect the shots as he stands face to face with Bryan, his tail whipping around and decapitating the man with ease. He brings his tail’s blade to his lips, licking off the blood as he proceeds to walk down the hallway towards the entrance of HQ. 

A researcher is leading you out the front door, shoving you through the door with his back turned to Leon. He’s about to head out himself before Leon’s tail goes straight through his chest. Leon hears the man’s death gurgles as he flings him behind him, his body falling about 20 feet away with a loud thud. 

And there you are, cowering in the entry vestibule, your eyes locked on him, looking up and down his body. Leon straightens out his posture in hopes of making himself alluring to you, his tail whipping back and forth while his back claws flex. 

“Do you actually think you can escape me?” Leon coos, watching as you press your back as hard as you can into the glass doors as he comes closer.

“You never will, my love.” he continues with a grin, licking his sharp canines.

You stumble out of the door, bolting into the street and running as fast as you can to your car.

“I will find you.”

Part 3

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Insatiable (1/2)

Part 2

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (slight bff!jungkook x reader)

Genre: "enemies" to lover, smut

Warning: dry humping, fingering, nipple play, reader and jungkook a little too friendly, oral (f &m receiving) making out, sex in woods, creampie, spit play, slight possessive taehyung,

Word Count: 15, 915

Description: You noticed your Junior Year of High School that Kim Taehyung, Senior, didn’t like you. It didn’t get too far, however, just verbal teasing and taunts. But, now that you were a sophomore in University he decided he had enough. Maybe he was a changed man - or maybe because he seen that tight skirt you wore with those lace panties peaking through.

Taehyung likes to think you and him grew up together. Not literally, of course. You two weren't that close. You had mutual friends. You met through Jungkook, who was two years younger than him and about a year younger than you. Your mother and Jungkooks were good friends which meant that the Jeon boy and you were destined best friends. Jungkook had introduced his older Hyungs to his best friend - a girl best friend - that they teased him about liking; even if it wasn't true.

You and Taehyung weren't friends - it was questionable if the two of you were even acquaintances. Taehyung seen you around a lot. From Middle School to High School to now, University. It was destined that way because, again, the two of you shared the same group of friends who would be at the same events, parties, hangouts and dinners.

Taehyung couldn't even remember how many words he said to you upon meeting your young shy figure next to Jungkook. He ignored your presence entirely unless he had to speak with you - which were the polite "hello", "goodbye", "excuse me," and the "thank you".

Something in Taehyung changed when he was a senior - you a Junior and Jungkook a sophomore. The two of you came to your figures - Jungkook now towering over you and coming close to being taller than him and you growing into a woman. Your breast were full and rounder, lips more plump and hips more wide. Taehyung couldn't help but watch you from time to time when he had the chance to.

You noticed the change in demeanor when it came to Taehyung. He would stare often and when your eyes met his, he would smirk almost cockily. He would speak to you more now, but they didn't get past him speaking over you or teasing. The two of you didn't share many classes, but the class you did share together, Taehyung made sure to question you in everything. When you were called upon by the teacher, Taehyung's side remarks made themselves clear. That, or he would answer the question before you could.

It didn't stop in class, either. When you spoke to your groups of friends, he would constantly talk over you or steer the conversation away from you. At the time, it was no secret of your crush of Jeon Jungkook, but only Taehyung would tease you about it like it was the most funniest thing in the world.

Of course the lot of you attended the same University away from home. The freedom and independence you all felt was chaotic, especially since now you all were adults and made adult decisions. Out of all your friends, unfortunately, you shared the same classes with Kim Taehyung. It brought nothing but memories of the way he spoke to you back in your High School classes. This time, however, he took the seat directly next to you.

Now, however, you were a woman. You didn't have the need to tolerate the way this man treated you for reasons unknown. Though he didn't speak to you for months in class even though he sat next to you. However, he would snort and snicker - you heard it with your own ears - when you asked questions about the material. Now you would tell yourself you were overreacting about this - but he never fixed his throat to scoff at another students question.

He would make you late for your next class by taking his time exiting the room, making sure he was holding you back with him. He would walk close to you - entirely too close and entirely closer than he's ever had before. When he strolled in front of you, he would randomly stop and be amused when you nearly crashed into him.

"Why do you do that?"

Taehyung's voice startles you. It was deep as it's always been, but in a situation like this - in your shared class while others around you conversed - you weren't expecting him to speak to you.

"W-What?" you stuttered. You were unaware what you were doing now to bother him.

"You never look me in the eye." was Taehyung's response. You were surely confused more now than ever.

"And?"

"And," Taehyung's eyes glance at you now and it makes you regret even speaking with him. His gaze was piercing. "it's rude."

You were taken aback. This was the same man who did nothing but be rude to you the entirety that you've known him. And now be was accusing you of being the rude one?

Instead of responding, you look forward onto your notes. Sometimes the best response was no response.

"You don't look others in the eye when you speak." Taehyung says quietly, watching as her cheek twitches. "Do you lack confidence? Or do you only do that with people you like? Like Jungkook?"

"I wasn't aware you watched me, Taehyung." you murmur, now growing annoyed with the man and his observations. "And stop speaking of my past crush on Jungkook. It's pathetic."

"Who says I watch you?" Taehyung scoffs.

"You seem observant for someone who doesn't watch me." you scoff back, your eyes now on him.

It was a chuckle - a low deep rumble coming from Taehyung's throat - that startles you. You turn to glance at him and maybe even retort. But, his eyes were already on you - intense and narrowed.

Taehyung, to you, was attractive - no doubt about it. You may not be a fan of his but she wouldn't lie either. Taehyung had grown from a goofy kid to an attractive - even cocky - man in a matter of years. Dark eyes that appeared to be judging you whenever he laid eyes upon you, broad shoulders with dark hair that curled above his shoulders. He was a catch - if he wasn't such an asshole at times.

"You're cute, Y/L/N." you hear him say after a minute - a full minute that he counted upon. He sits back into his chair and his eyes are now ahead, appearing to be paying attention to the lecture. "I would even argue and say...sexy with those lace panties you're wearing."

Taehyung knew he was a bad influence when it came to being a Hyung to Jungkook - but it wasn't as if he was much older. He was the reason Jungkook had tried weed for the first time and concluded that he didn't like it after his fits of coughing. He gave him alcohol next, and though that was better, carrying an athletic and intoxicated Jeon Jungkook who could easily rival him in strength was not his best judgment. He basically watched Jungkook grow up alongside him and his Hyungs - so when the topic came to sex, he was intrigued by Jungkook's sudden shyness.

Senior year was when he noticed the shift in you and Jungkook, the two of you becoming suddenly close. He couldn't blame Jungkook for his wandering eyes on you - you had grown over the summer suddenly, all of the male eyes were on you now. Still, he remained quiet until it was his time to speak up. And he did, when it was just him and Jungkook. Taehyhung knew he would shut down if he brought it up while the older Hyungs were around. So, he waited when Jin and Yoongi went to the store, for Namjoon to be off reading somewhere and Hoseok and Jimin talked amongst themselves.

To his surprise, Jungkook wasn't all that embarrassed as he once was. He admitted that the two of you hooked up many times, starting the summer of him becoming a Sophomore and you a Junior. He spoke how inexperienced the two of you were - how shy he once was to touch you, but couldn't stop when you were naked beneath him. He spoke of your moans being like music to his ears; when your lips wrapped around his cock for the first time he nearly exploded right then and there.

"I never knew you were a friend fucker." Taehyung quips, smirking at the young boy. "I'm just teasing," he assures once he witnesses Jungkook's red cheeks. "it's good to experience those things with someone you trust."

Taehyung was curious now - how the two of you could remain the best of friends. No one but him suspected anything between you and Jungkook. You both laughed, smiled and hung around each other as if you weren't fucking Jungkook behind the scenes.

"We aren't doing that anymore." Jungkook assures, a nod of his head. "We value our friendship more instead of a few hours of pleasure."

Taehyung was sure that it possibly started there - his interest in you. That same night Jungkook and he spoke, he witnessed you waltz through with a smile on your face as you greeted your shared group of friends. Taehyung ponders how you would sound, how you'd look while fucked out. His mind races at the possibilities - you cumming, you squirting, you giving a blowjob. He thinks of it all; all of it being you and him.

He was a man, after all, and couldn't help it. He never thought much of you in anyway until that day Jungkook spoke of you.

It's been weeks since you wore a skirt - even if you were being forced into one by Chaerin. You tried to change your seat in your and Taehyung's shared class, however that didn't work. The one time you did - the next day after Taehyung's sudden words of you and your "laced panties - you found Kim Taehyung himself demanding that the boy who you sat next to, Park Dae-jung, move and sit somewhere else. And much to your shock, he did - eyes wide. You had glared at the man, the audacity to have someone move from their seat.

You didn't tell Jungkook - or any of your friends. What would be said? Taehyung was suddenly interested in being around you after years of ignorance? That oftentimes he would whisper to you? How his hands would "accidentally" graze your thigh innocently? It progressed for grazing to full on groping - even stroking from your thigh to your waist beneath the long shared tables as his eyes remained ahead. Just yesterday did you find him putting his hand on your knee until you smacked it away a few moments latrer - he himself had no intention of moving until then.

It now went beyond the classroom, now entering their personal lives with friends. His dark eyes scan you often, from your face to your figure. He examines how you smile with your eyes before your lips, how when you laugh, you hide your mouth before doing so. You clench your legs often when you're nervous - Taehyhung could no longer help himself. It was to be the way the lace peaked through your skirt weeks ago - what else would be his reasoning of his sudden interest?

"Shot?" Jimin sing-songs, taking his own shot while he hands one out for Taehyhung. He takes it and downs it, his eyes flickering to you from across the pool. He was certain that your bathing suit - a black one piece with a deep v-cut to expose your breast - was once again Chaerin's doing. The dark haired girl used you like a doll, forcing you in whatever she could.

"Who are you staring at?" Jimin asks, his eyes following Taehyung's vision. The man was fast to advert his gaze to another girl, a random one who said right to you. This was a party after all and there were more women he could be looking at. "Are you going to fuck her?" Jimin asks.

Taehyung shrugs. He wasn't - he didn't even know her name. He couldn't be caught staring upon you, however.

You cross your arms over your chest, legs kicking into the pool water. Chaerin was long gone by now, as much as most of your friend group. Music blared from the speakers as you glance around at the many people enjoying their night. "You aren't hiding much."

You yelp at the sudden voice, the closeness in it.

You sigh when you realize it's just Taehyung. "Why aren't you in the pool?" you question. Jimin and Namjoon were playing chicken with Jin and Hoseok, losing by how clumsy the two were.

Taehyung glances at said pool and grimances. Jungkook was now holding someone under water while the surrounding guests were drunk and chaotic. "Possibly the same reason you aren't."

You nod, understandable.

"Do you still have that crush?" Taehyung questions, his eyes leaving your breast and now staring into your eyes, watching your expression. "On Jungkook?"

You turn your head to glare at Taehyung. It wasn't a secret - maybe to Jungkook, he could be clueless at times - that Jungkook was once your crush. It started in middle school when you began to look at boys as "cute" and not "disgusting". However, you thought you were being subtle - you weren't. Everyone knew, but only Taehyung would tease you about it.

"Why do you ask?" you respond to him.

“Besides the fact that when you two get drunk, you make out?” Taehyung rolls his eyes. He witness too many times of Jungkook and you making out innocently after one too many shots. It was accustomed in the friend group that now no one bats an eye. “Plus…I know he fucked you." Taehyung shrugs, a smirk on his lips when you widen your eyes. "He didn't tell anyone but me."

You gulp. You glance at Jungkook who is now looking around for someone, a determined look. Once his eyes catches yours, he smiles and waves. You wave back, a nervous smile on your lips. Jungkook knew your distain for Taehyung, but didn't take it as serious. When you mentioned the many times of Taehhyung dislike for you, he assured that it wasn't that. Taehyung didn't dislike anyone was his words to you - obvlious as ever.

"How cute." Taehyung rolls his eyes. "I want to fuck you."

You push yourself back as if he burned you. His words were blunt and nonchalant. "Too vulgar?" Taehyung laughs, amused by your expression. 

"I...wasn't expecting you to say that." You murmur. "Is this a joke?"

You were use to men being vulgar, sure. You were in University and that's all you encountered. However, Kim Taehyung was never that man. You told yourself his teasing and touches in class were tactic to piss you off - nothing more or less. 

"I'm a serious man." Taehyung says. "As vulgar as I come across now, I am serious. I want to fuck you. Not "make love" or whatever you girls say."

Taehyung's blutness takes you aback. 

"Think of it as a...favor. A reward, even." Taehyung notices the way your eyes dart from his eyes to his lips for a split moment. He smirks. "We're both grown."

"You hate me." you deadpan. 

"That never came from my mouth." Taehyung denies. 

"You don't need to say anything. It's the way you act!" you hiss. You noticed Jungkook going back to swimming. You take ahold of a stranded towel and place it upon your hips. 

"I'm sure you haven't been fucked in years." Taehyung scoffs, a roll of his eyes. "You're always tense whenever I see you. You look like you need some dick in your life and Jungkook isn't giving it to you anymore."

"Fuck you, Tae." You hiss and when you're about to throw the towel away from you and leave him there, he stops you. 

"Do you touch yourself?" he asks, eyes watching your expression. "Do you fuck yourself with a toy? With your fingers?"

Your cheeks flush at the suddenness of his words. His voice is deep and low when he asks you and you feel his get closer. Taehyung lowers his lips to his ears. "Do you?" he murmurs. 

You nod your head, compelled to answer. 

"Good girl." he smirks. "I want to fuck you - make you feel good. You're always so tense for a reason, Y/N. I could fuck it out of you, make you feel good." he assures, his hands reaching out to your thigh beneath the towel. "I want to see you beneath me. On top, wherever you'd like to be."

You bite your lips, clenching your legs when Taehyung grips your inner thigh. 

"Y-You can't do that here." you murmur to him, shaking your head. No one notices Taehyung and you. 

"I see. Wouldn't want to taint your image." Taehyung sighs, a shrug of his shoulders. 

"What image?" you question. 

"That shy girl act. The prude who pretends she doesn't want to get bent over a fucked." Taehyung responds as though his words aren't dirty. "I know if I were to bend you over right now, you'd take it. Right in front of our friends and Jungkook, wouldn't you?" Taehyung chuckles. "Look at you, pretending to be shy but spreading your legs more to feel my touch."

"Here." you spoke to Taehyung, holding out a cup of coffee to him, hot to the touch. 

Taehyung wrinkles his nose in disgust. "Are you joking?" he scoffs.

You sigh.

It's been almost a month since the pool party. The following Monday when school began, Taehyung went back to his usual self - the touces, the whispering teasing of how ,uch he desired to fuck you and how. When class was over, Taehyung no longer stayed behind and found every excuse to not allow you to pass. No, he allowed you to - and made sure to squeeze your ass as you strolled by. A few times he would walk beside you, his hands so low that anyone would think the two of you were a couple showing intimacy. When he sat next to you in class, his hands would reach higher and high along your thigh and each time you would gently slap them away.

That was until you slapped him. 

Yes, slapped him right across the face. 

It was a reaction, you assured. He had suddenly squeezed your breast during an exam in class and your reflexes got the best of you. The sound echoed across the walls of the room and a few gasps ensured, one of them being your own and Taehyungs. 

Taehyung had ignored you the rest of the day. The next day he sat away from you, next to some girl who you didn't know while another student occupied his seat. The rest of the week was the same - Taehyung sitting away from you and when class was over, sprinting out the door to further avoid you. It would be easier if the two of you didn't share friends - then you could speak and apologize to him. However, Taehyung and you had a reputation of not being friendly - just cordial. So you couldn't suddenly speak with him without raising questioning eyebrows. 

You felt guilty - Taehyung didn't deserve to be slapped. Yes, he didn't have complete persmission to touch you. Yet, you never verbally told him to stop his actions and even allowed it a few times. But in the back of your mind, you told yourself that he was wrong and that this slap was years of payback for being an asshole. Nonetheless, you didn't want Taehyung to be angered and left on a bad note, so you tried your best to find him alone. 

When a month had gone by and Taehyung still sat away from you, you had enough. Nothing in the friend group had changed - it was as normal as ever. Only you felt off. Taehyung never glanced your way, even when you tried desperately to grab his attention. You had to do something, it was eating you alive that he was ignoring you. Your mind questions why Taehyung ignoring you - the same way he did for years - was such a hindrance to your mind. He didn't speak with you, taunt or tease you and opted to downright ignoring you all together - that's what was different about this Taehyung.

"We're both adults." you told yourself when you contemplate writing an apology letter. This wasn't elementary school, damn it, you were going to apologize to him in person. 

So you do, when you see his run out the classroom once more. You follow after him, nearly sprinting when you trip over your two feet and land straight onto the ground, books and paper flying everywhere. That was another attempt down the drain, but you were determined to not give up.

A second failed attempt was when you nearly asked Jungkook for Taehyung's number. That would do nothing but raise suspicion - as long as you know Taehyung, you never bothered to ask for his number or social media platforms. 

So, now here you were, a dumb look on your face when you feel Taehyung rip the coffee from your hands and throw it in the trash can closest to him. He was in the gym where he usually met Jungkook. You managed to beat the boy here. Luckily you were texting him today or you would never know that every Friday Taehyung and him meet up to work out. 

"I...that was rude!" you clench your fists. "I just came to apologize."

Taehyung rolls his eyes. He goes back to ignoring you. Where the hell was Jungkook at?

Taehyung didn't tell anyone that you slapped him. It wasn't meant to be news. He decided that same day that if it took him getting slapped to have you - that he wouldn't. It was now beneath him to attempt to fuck you, no matter how desperate he was. There's more pussy in the sea and going after one that played hard to get wasn't going to do it any longer. 

Taehyung knew you. He knew eventually you'd come to him - like he wanted. He knew you couldn't stand when people were upset with you. So, he ignored you. Changed his seat, adverted his eyes and made you feel the consequences of your actions. 

"I'm wearing those lace panties." you blurted out. As quickly as you said it, you shut up, regretting it. 

Taehyung stops - while you stand there dumbfounded. He was lifting a dumbbell when you blurted out your choice of underwear. 

"Hm." he tilts his head. "That's my business because?"

Taehyung manages to hide his smirk when you notice your ears are red. You were doing everything to not have him be upset - and little did you know, he wasn't upset anymore. 

"Thanks for the coffee but," he lifts the dumbbell a few more times before releasing it. He was suppose to be here with Jungkook, the yoiunger man being inspiration for him to work out. "I don't like coffee."

"You're weird." you murmur, arms crossed. "I never met anyone who didn't enjoy coffee."

Taehyung furrows a brow. 

"I mean," shaking your head, you offer him a smile. "I apologize. For slapping you. I shouldn't have."

"Y/N...I don't give a damn about an apology that's a month late." Taehyung chuckles. "What I am interested in is seeing those lace panties you're wearing."

You choke. 

"Or are you a liar, too?" Taehyung tilts his head slowly, a smirk growing onto his lips. He was enjoying this a little too much. 

You were a liar - you weren't wearing any lace. You opted to save those for when you felt like being sexy - which was rarely seeing as you were a single woman who didn't sleep around. "We're in public."

"So were we when you beat the shit out of me." Taehyung snickers. 

"Stop being so dramatic!" you hiss. "I didn't want to slap you but you gave me no choice!"

"Oh, so you just couldn't control your hand?"

"The same way you couldn't control yours?" you retort, your voice raising to match his. 

Taehyung steps back and raises a brow. "Feisty." he smirks. "Are you always this way with Jungkook?"

"Your obsession with Kookie and I is becoming worrying." you snap. "He has nothing to do with this."

"Oh?" he hums at the nickname.

"Yes." you hiss. You watch Taehyung lean against the bench, his eyes on yours. "Jungkook doesn't touch me the way you do." you tell him. Now your face his red while Taehyung breaks out into another smirk. "I mean...he...we..." you shake your head. 

"I don't care what he doesn't do to you." Taehyung raises a hand to silence you. "I want you to show me if you're being honest and wearing those panties after all."

You bite your lip. You watch Taehyungs features - he's serious. He awaits your next move. 

"I apologize to you." you tell him. "I want one in return."

"Excuse me?" Taehyung leans forward as if to hear you better. "I didn't hit you."

"But you put your hands on me without permission." you shrug, a smirk of your own forming. "I want an apology from you. It's not like it's years overdue to being a fucking prick."

Taehyung stands, now sauntering over to you. "You never stopped me from touching you, Y/N." he says. "I even assumed you enjoyed my touches."

You back away from him as he reaches closer. "That gives you the right to touch me?" you question, your eyes glancing down to his lips for a brief moment. "As if we aren't in class trying to learn?"

"Oh!" Taehyung claps his hands. "You want me to touch you in private. Why didn't you just say that?" he chuckles, shaking his head. 

You bite your lip. He knew what you meant, but Taehyhung's teasing never stops. However, this was your moment to take back to control in this situation. This month, Taehyung had the control - he let you to believe that he was upset with you for having a reaction to his own action. 

When Taehyung is now in front of you, you allow him to lower his head to your owns. "You're not touching me." you murmur, lips nearly touching his. "Not until I get an apology."

After all these years of knowing you, Taehyung had no need of your personal phone number. Not even a follow back on social media was needed. He just didn't care to have you on anything, and of course, vice versa. He also couldn't ask you yourself for your number, that would make him appear weak - and weak he was not.

Now, things were different - but he couldn't let anyone know that, especially not Jungkook. He knew that Jungkook would look at him indifferently if he suddenly asked for your number. So, Taehyung had to be smart. Guessing Jungkook's password was the easy part - the man was predictable. It was made easier for him when you decided to text Jungkook. It was the name - your name - on Jungkook's phone that makes him furrow a brow. Your name displayed with an array of different color emoji hearts, heart eyes and flowers. 

Taehyung scoffs but gets your number regardless, saving it under ‘Y/N 🐍’ to not make it too suspicious if your name ever popped into his phone while others were looking. He could help his wandering eyes at your messages with Jungkook - it was an invasion of privacy, he knew that. But, he was sure anyone in his position would do the same. 

Y/N 💕🥰🌸: I miss you, too, Kook

Y/N 💕🥰🌸: I can come tonight and we can cuddle and watch horrible horror movies like the old times

Taehyung wrinkles his nose.

When he hears footsteps, Taehyung turns the phone off and places it back to where it belonged on the coffee table He leans back into his seat and yawns as Jungkook enters back into the sitting room. He watches Jungkooks expession as he unlocks his phone to text you, a smile placed itself upon his lips as his fingers types. 

"Talking to a lover?" Taehyung asks, his voice almost scoffing out the words. 

Jungkook shakes his head. "Just Y/N." he says lowly. "Who else?"

Taehyung hums, but his eyes remain on Jungkook. There was a way in which the Jeon boys eyes twinkled whenever he texted you that had him wondering just what the two of you were speaking of - and it couldn't be watching the cringy movies Jungkook enjoyed to watch.

Taehyung takes out his own phone and types into it, typing onto his phone fast to get the message out to you in a timely matter.

No, it wasn't an apology like you'd expect it to be, it was a quick and simple message that would get the trick done.

Taehyung: Y/N 👁

When you didn’t respond in the next five minutes, Tawhyung was growing irate - especially since Jungkook remained smiling like a fool down at his own device.

Taehyung: You’ve been ignoring me.

A moment later, he received a response.

Y/N 🐍: Taehyung? How’d you get my number? 🙄

Taehyung scoffs - of course he was the only one getting ignored.

Taehyung: Don’t worry about that. Why have you been ignoring me?

He wasn’t going to admit that he went through Jungkook’s phone and got your number - he’d come across as desperate.

Y/N 🐍: Just say you miss me, Tae Tae

Taehyung gulps. You never called him that before.

Y/N 🐍: Besides we never speak in public?

Taehyung: That doesn’t mean we can’t start

Y/N 🐍: 👀

Y/N 🐍: You’re right. It takes two to make a convo, Tae.

Taehyung frowns, biting the inside of his cheek.

Taehyung: I think you’re playing with me

Taehyung: Pretending you aren’t interested

Taehyung: Telling me you’re wearing lace and then refusing to show me ����

Taehyung watches the 3 dots on his phone screen intently as she types, but as he watches them disappear and a ding coming from across from him to Jungkook’s phone, he releases a hiss.

Taehyung: This shy girl act you’re putting up won’t last forever, Y/N

Taehyung locks his phone and drops it into his lap. Jungkook lifts his head at him. "You want something to drink?" he asks. "I forgot to ask earlier."

Taehyung shakes his head. He had been here close to fifteen minutes in Jungkook's dorm, him being lucky enough to not have a roommate since whatever his name was moved out not long ago. He took up both sides of the dorm, one being where jungkook resides and the other half being where he placed a fouton, large tv and a mini fridge with a built in freezer.

Jungkook shrugs his shoulder but lifts himself up. He strolls to the mini fridge and opens it, scanning whatever he could inside to see what he wanted. "I should get an ice tray." he murmurs to himself. "I'm going to go get some ice." he says to Taehyung who nods in response.

As the door closes, Taehyung hears a ding from his phone, his ears perks. He unlocks it to see your name on display.

Y/N 🐍: Could you give me what I want, Tae Tae?

Taehyung felt a flood of heat in his lower regions - imagining you saying this to him in person.

Taehyung: Yes

Y/N 🐍: Whatever I want?

Taehyung: Yes. Just tell me what you want.

Taehyung waits a total of 5 minutes and 13 seconds (he counted) for you to respond. He awaits for you to tell him you want him to fuck your brains out right now - or tonight, even tomorrow - and he’d do just that.

Y/N 🐍: I want you

Taehyung holds his breath, his cock twitching. As he was about to respond, you text again

Y/N 🐍: To apologize 😁

Taehyung slams his phone down on the coffee table just as Jungkook returns with his cup of ice. The Jeon boy raises both brows. “Are you alright?” he asks.

Taehyung nods. He wanted to say that you were being the biggest bitch there was - but that would only end up with Jungkook defending your honor (and maybe beating his ass in the process). He proceeds to take his phone from the coffee table when he receives another notification.

Y/N 🐍: Since your “manly” ego won’t allow you to, how about you send me a picture

Y/N 🐍: Everyone has a contact pic on my phone

Taehyung rolls his eyes.

Taehyung: Would you send me one?

Y/N 🐍: Ofc

Taehyung strolls through his gallery and sends a recent picture he took not too long ago. It was a simple mirror selfie he took, his hair damp and a few buttons of his shirt undone. The necklace he wore swung loosely around his neck.

Y/N 🐍: Thanks. I’ll send one now

Taehyung awaits for you to send one. He scans the picture of you that you just sent - that he was sure you just took at this moment. He tilts his head at the shirt you were wearing, slightly fitted but still had looseness and navy. It was basic and it fit you just right - but it was a familiar shirt he knew belonged to Jungkook. He notices how your nipples were hard enough for him to catch sight of them and he licks his lips. It was an innocent picture of you smiling at the camera - no indication of sexual.

Taehyung: Did you just take this?

He leans back and examine the picture again, the bottom of it he witnesses a strip of lace panties and his breath hitches.

Y/N 🐍: Sure did. Why? 🙄

Taehyung: Just wondering.

It was normal for the group of friends to go camping - it was a tradition that started way back in High School. Jin and Yoongi being the eldest, they planned the majority of the trip the best they could. The first two years were tough - not having the funds to get a cabin and resulted in shared tents. But that never stopped you guys, even if the bugs kept you up at night. Now that everyone was older, they all chipped in to help in fees - such as the cabin, food, drinks and other necessities. Once a year your group of friends went camping and rented out a large cabin with over ten rooms - each person trying to get their own.

The friend group consisted of 7 men and only 4 girls.Areum, yourself, Chaerin and Seo-Jun (who were a couple). Both roomed together, so that was never an issue and each person could have their separated rooms. You always took the room next to Jungkook incase you ever felt bored in the middle of the night - which was often. 

"What do you think we're going to do this year?" you ask Taehyung as you follow on with the professors teaching. "While camping."

Talking to Taehyung felt easier, no longer forced. You two text from time to time, his flirting coming out randomly but you always made sure to swerve around it. It was kept subtle, though, the both of you not wanting the rest of the friend group to know.

"Dare, duh." Taehyung responds. "That's our yearly tradition."

It was. It was the tradition that brought Chaerin and Seo-Jun together when both were dared to makeout with one another. Jungkook and Jimin had been dared once to skinny dip in the nearby lake. Jin dared to shove three s'mores in his mouth and swallow without choking - he managed, but was never the same afterwards. 

"Are you participating this year?" you ask him. You sat out the last year while Taehyung sat out two years in a row. You both enjoyed watching (from afar, of course) how your other friends participated in dares and exposing truths. 

"I will if you do." Taehyung responds. "We should start now."

You roll your eyes. "Now?" you question. 

Taehyung nods. "You know once we agree they're going to give us something hardcore to do." he explains. "Like shove a cactus up your ass."

You snort, a smile forming on your lips. 

There was a gleam in Taehyung's eyes. "Dare?" he murmurs to you. 

You turn your head to glance at him. He was serious about starting now. "Sure."

"I dare you to meet me tonight."

"Where?" you question. 

"At my dorm." Taehyung responds. Him and Jimin shared a dorm not far from Jungkook's. 

"What are we gonna do?" you try not to sound nervous. You could deny, but that would only have you be teased by him and you weren't going to back down now. 

"Whatever you dare me to do and vice versa." Taehyung shrugs. "Your turn."

You hum. "I don't know. Um, I dare you to pick me up." you say. If he wanted you to come to his then you would need a way there.

Taehyung lets out a low laugh. "A weak dare, but I'll do it. Think of something better next time. to prepare for the weekend."

Now, you find yourself in Taehyungs dorm, lights dim, in the navy shirt - that you stole from Jungkook months ago - and lacy panties with a throw blanket wrapped around you. Taehyung places the pizza in front of you, a smirk on his lips. "It's my turn again." he says.

Now you wish you would've said anything else concerning this "dare" you and him were playing. Once you received the message from you, you were determined to follow through because your mom didn't raise a bitch. But when it was your turn, you had no idea what in the world you were going to dare him to do so opted in saying "I dare you to get me food."

"I don't think 3 day old pizza counts as getting me food." you snap, but open the pizza box and eat the pizza regardless. It was surprisingly warm and fresh. 

"I bought it before I got you." Taehyung rolls his eyes but he lays upon his bed. 

"Where's Jimin?" you ask. Jimin was his dorm roommate and whos bed you sat upon on arrival. 

"Out with Thursday." Taehyung responds.

"Thursday?" you eat your second slice of pizza, the throw blanket now wrapped around your waist. 

"Yeah, he usually fucks a set of girls everyday of the week. Thursday keeps him busy the whole night. Won't see him until we go camping." Taehyung explains and you nod. At least someone was going to have fun, it should be Jimin.

Once you were done eating you sat quietly in the room, avoiding Taehyung's gaze that's been on you for a while now. "I dare you to lay down with me." 

You lift yourself up, feeling his eyes still on you as you make your way to Taehyung's bed. There was a little room by the wall for you to walk by and get to the top of the bed - a full size bed that fit the two of you nearly perfectly. You grab his blankets and place them onto you, losing the throw blanket you had. You lay awkwardly, your heart beating loudly in the quiet room. "Your turn."

"I guess it is." you murmur. "I dare you to tell me why you want me."

Taehyung ponders for a moment on what he should say. "You're cute." he shrugs. "You barely been touched."

"It's not like I'm a virgin." you quip. He wasn't afraid to tell you how he knew of you and Jungkook's sexual activities. 

"I know, trust me." he chuckles. He turns on his side to look at you. "When was the last time you came? Had any type of orgasm that you didn't cause yourself?"

You yelp at the sudden question, cheeks flushing at the closeness between the two of you. "I, um-"

"When was the last time you had sex?" Taehyung licks his lips as he awaits your answer. 

"Last year. It was just a hookup." you say, a grimance on your face. "I suppose the last time I had an orgasm with someone else was with....Jungkook."

Taehyung remains quiet, processing your answer. You didn't have sex much, he noticed, but the last orgasm being with Jungkook was insane to him - the two of you were nothing but High Schoolers. 

You turn away from him and towards the wall, your eyes adjusting to the dim lights in the room. You feel the bed moving, and Taehyung coming closer to you. He lays a hand on your waist. "I'm sorry." you hear him murmur. "For touching you."

You nod your head and hum in response. 

"Do you want me to take you home?" Taehyung doesn't want to. Your scent being so close to him is intoxicating and the fact that your in his bed alone - pantless, braless and so close - he wants nothing more than for you to stay. 

"No." was your response, and you allow Taehyung to come closer until his chest is against your back. His hand wraps around your waist and brings you closer to him. 

"Do you want me to move?" Even if he didn't want to move, he had to consider your feelings in this. Especially if you weren't afraid to slap the piss out of him again. 

You come to enjoy the closeness that was Taehyung, surprisingly enough. The way his hands places themselves on your hips and lighty trace the lace you wore. "It's fine."

"Alright." Taehyung sighs. "I dare you to spend the night with me."

"Can I eat you out?" Taehyung asks in a low hushed tone. "You don't even have to do anything in return."

How in the hell did you get here for Taehyung to ask you such a question?

Through the night, Taehyung and you had laid close to one another. You could feel his length on your back as Taehyung inched himself closer, It made your body feel hot, but you remained still. You could also feel his breath tickle your ear and his hand squeezing your hips - almost as if to keep himself sane. The two of you stayed like that for hours until both succumbing to a dreamless sleep.

Of course you had not intended on staying with Taehyung the entire night. However, you would admit you were having fun with the man with the dares you two played. Taehyung gave you a sort of rush, and that said a lot when your best friend was Jeon Jungkook. But, this was a different rush now, a more intimate rush that you hadn't felt since Jungkook and you were sexual.

You stirr awake, feeling humid and desired nothing more than to kick off the thick blanket that was covering your body. Your eyes fluttered open and you nearly yelp at your surroundings. Memories flood from the day prior and now you felt hotter, cheeks and neck red. You glance around the room, finding it the same as the night before, the dim lights now off and instead replaced with the sun peaking through the windows.

"You're awake." you feel Taehyung murmur against your neck.

You flinch at the suddenness of Taehyung's voice - deep and raspy. "I am." you murmur. "Good morning."

Taehyung kisses your neck and mutters a low 'morning'. He couldn't help himself, even if it did feel too intimate for the two of you. But, you laid in his bed wearing the bare minimum and looked fuckable (like you always had). So, when you didn't stop him, he took it as an invitation to kiss from your neck down to your collarbone. He pushed himself into you, your ass feeling soft beneath him. "It's your turn." he murmurs against your neck. "Are we still playing?"

Your mind couldn't process his words in time. You feel your legs clench shut at the feeling of Taehyung's soft kisses along your neck - and at the fact that you didn't stop him. "I-I don't know what to say." you admit, feeling his hands rub along your hips.

"Just say anything you want me to do." Taehyung chuckles out a response. He wished it would be 'I dare you to fuck me into the mattress' but maybe that would be too soon. Regardless, he would - even if he was alone or Jimin asleep across from then.

"I dare you to...touch me?" your throat was dry and you barely managed to say anything to him.

"I already am." Taehyung groans. But, nonetheless, this was an invitation. "You want me to touch you more?" he offers.

Before you could respond, you feel his hands rub from your waist to your breast above Jungkook's shirt. He squeezes them that causes a yelp from your throat. You found yourself moaning, not able to keep it in any longer. "It's your turn, Tae." you stuttered, legs clenching when you feel his tongue, warm and slippery, lick agaist your neck. 

"I dare you to take your shirt off." Taehyung wastes no time in attempting to get what he truly desired. He knew you for years now, watching you grow into your body. His mind pondered on how your breasts were and only could be imagined by Jungkook's words back in High School. The closest he's ever been was at the pool party.

"Okay." you say. You tear yourself away from him, now turning towards him. You lift the hem of your shirt up. With ease, Taehyung lifts it off of your. You feel the cool air against your skin.

"Cold?" Taehyung asks and when you nod he takes the blanket and covers the two of you, coming closer to your body. "It's your turn."

You lick your lips, unsure of what to say. You feel Taehyung's large hands on your breast now, twirling your nipples in the palms of his hands. He knew you liked it by the soft whimpers coming from your lips. "It's just us...you don't have to hide your moans."

"I dare you to kiss me." you lick your lips.

Taehyung groans and lowers his head, doing what he was dared to do. He catches your lips with his own. He gives your nipple a pinch before rubbing down your sides to get to his destination - your ass. Giving it a hard squeeze, he pushes you closer to him.

You moaned louder, feeling his cock twitch from his shorts. You knew your panties would be soaked soon. 

"I dare you," Taehyung breaks the kiss (much to your surprise and despair) and trails kisses down your neck and collarbone. "to let me suck them." he stops at your breast. How could he not want to such beautiful breast in his mouth. 

You nod, biting your bottom lip. "Okay." you agree. "I'd let you without the dare." you admit. 

Taehyhung smirks, and within a second he is atop of you, between your legs. His hands tap your thighs. "Wrap your legs around me." he commands. He needs to feel the heat coming from between your legs, his desire to fuck you into his mattress becoming higher and higher by the second. Your bare breast in his face, your legs now wrapped around his waist - his shorts long gone in the mix. 

Taehyung wraps his lips around your hardened nipple and begins to suck, eyes fluttering close in bliss. He moans against you, tongue flickering your nipple. His hips rock into your core and by the way your heat wettens, you knew that you were ready to get fucked by him - however crazy that was. Taehyung  - the same man who annoyred you for years, managed to get between your legs in a matter of a month and a few weeks. 

Your moans were music to his ears. He wraps his tongue around your other nipple, his fingers pinching the previous one.

"That feels so good." you moan. You wouldn't live that down, he'd make sure of it. You'd fed into his ego more now - legs wide open, pussy wet, breast in his face and now telling him how good he made you feel. 

"I want you to make me feel good." you moan out needily, rocking your hips against Taehyung. "I-I dare you to."

"You'd like that, huh?" Taehyung chuckles, popping your nipple from his mouth, a trail of saliva connecting from your nipple to his lips. "Not so shy anymore, Y/N?"

You gulps, feeling embarrassment through you. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

"I've been waiting for you to say that." Taehyung confesses. "Can I eat you out?" Taehyung asks in a low hushed tone. "You don't even have to do anything in return."

You feel your clit pulse and you laugh aloud, cheeks flushing. "You're so blunt."

"You watch me suck on your breast and hump into your like an adolescent school boy." Taehyung tilts his head. "Why wouldn't I want to be between your legs?" he proceeds to place his fingers against your clothed clit, circling it. "So wet for me. Let me eat you out until you cum on my lips. You dared me to."

You bite your lip, eyes watching Taehyung's dark ones - laced with lust and desire. Your panties were thin and lace, not giving you any barrier between them and Taehyung's speedy fingers. Your eyes flutters close a few times, pleasure overcoming you. 

A loud ring startles the two of you. You jump at the sound of the familiar ring. "My phone." you stutter. You rummaged through the covers to find your forgotten phone. "It's Jungkook." you murmur. 

Taehyung watches the screen, eyes darkening into a glare. Jungkooks name on your phone - ‘Kookie 🍪🥰💪🏻’ does nothing but annoy him. The emojis on your and his phones appeared too domestic for just friends, but he shoves it off. What he did know was that he wanted to strangle Jeon Jungkook for possibly ruining his moment to eating pussy - yours to be exact. "Don't."

"I never missed his calls." you shake your head. You knew he would keep calling until you answered, and if you didn't he would come find you. "Kookie." you place the phone to your ear, gulping at Taehyung's glare. 

"Where are you?" Jungkook's voice comes loudly through the phone. "I went by your dorm. Areum said you didn't come home."

You bite your lips, eyes on Taehyung. "I-I stayed out with friends. Just got back."

Jungkook was silent for a moment. It was a dumb excuse, he knew all your friends. "Sure." he says, and you know he isn't convinced. But you can't tell him you were possibly seconds away from being fucked by a mutual friend - was Taehyung your friend now? "Do you want breakfast? I'm paying."

"You always pay." you laugh. 

Taehyung lets out a deep breath. There was no way in hell he was going to sit and listen to you talk to Jungkook, not when he was about to eat you out. 

"You're my girl. I'd always pay for you." Jungkook laughs, and Taehyung furrows a brow at the conversation.

"And that's why I love you, Kook." you say. "How about we get lunch later? You still owe me for - shit!"

"Y/N?" Jungkook's voice hisses from the phone. 

Taehyung was over the conversation. He wasn't going to watch you sit on the phone with Jungkook - not when you agreed on having his lips between your legs. He was going to go through with the dare - on or off the phone. He goes between your legs, kissing your clit. 

You mute Jungkook on your phone, eyes widening at the man between your legs. "Taehyung!" you hiss. "Stop that!"

"It's a dare." Taehyung shrugs. "Don't let me stop your flirting."

"Flirting? Kookie and I-"

"You're his girl after all." he interrupts, his fingers moving your panties to the side and placing his tongue upon your clit.

"Y/N!" Jungkook's voice is louder. 

You unmute the phone and moan as Taehyung's tongue circles your clit. "Y-Yes?"

"Are you...okay?" 

"Yes, sure, Kookie." you say, hoping Jungkook cannot hear the wet smacking coming from Taehyung between your legs. "I-I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize." Jungkook assures. 

You mute Jungkook again and hiss. Taehyung's mouth was amazing against your clit. You open your legs wider. 

"Don't let me stop you from talking to your little boyfriend." Taehyung rolls his eyes. Sure, he knew the two of you weren't officially together. However, Jungkook's feelings were there - no matter how many times you and him would deny it. Deep down, your own feelings had to be there, too, and he questions if he should even be here with you. Yet, his conscience is clouded with lust. 

You unmute Jungkook, a whimper coming from your lips. "K-Kookie?"

Jungkook is silent, but then you hear his words. "Yes?" his voice is low and you almost feel disgusted by how it makes you feel. His deep voice with your arousal plus Taehyung's tongue on your clit. "Are you touching yourself again?" he sighs playfully.

Taehyung licks and suckles before lifting his eyes to you. Your teeth caught in your lips as your hips bucked against his tongue. He smirks at you. Jungkook and you were an odd pair of friends, far too entangled in sexual tension that nothing seemed to be off limits. Maybe it comes with the amount of years the two of you have been friends, to sexually active, to now - horny single young adults.

"I'll talk to you later, Kookie." you manage to say into the phone, fluttering your eyes open to witness Taehyung flick his tongue along your clit. You couldn't help but moan at the sight of Taehyung, devouring you as if you were his favorite meal. You hung up the phone accidentally, your head falling back into Taehyung's pillows. "S-Shit..." you groan, grabbing your phone and redialling Jungkook.

"What the hell are you doing?" Taehyung grumbles, watching you, tongue flickering. 

"I-I forgot to say..." your breath hitches. Jungkook answers the phone gleefully, a laugh coming from his throat. "I love you, Kookie. I forgot to say."

"I love you, too, Y/N." and with that, you both hang up and you drop your phone back to your side. 

Taehyung shakes his head, but doesn't stop his tongue. Surely Jungkook and you were an odd pair, vowing to say I love you at any and every given time, the nicknames, teasing and sexual frustration. He enters two fingers inside of you, enjoying the way your hips buckle. As he thrusts, he chuckles against your clit. "I love you, Kookie." he mocks, fingers jamming inside of you. "Pathetic."

"Fuck you." you hiss, widening your legs. "You have to move..." you suck your breath in, feeling your stomach rumble with the sudden tightness. "I'm gonna cum if you-"

"Cum." Taehyung hissed against your clit, tongue flicking and suckling as rapid as his fingers thrusting inside of you. Wet sounds erupts through the room and the scent of sex is heavy in the air. 

"You...you're making me feel so good." your body was trembling, each time you tried to close your legs, Taehyung snaps them open with a slap of your thighs. His head nods from sigh to sigh and licks furiously at her clits. He wasn't going to stop when he was aware of your high coming. 

It was this moment that Taehyung understood there was a change. He didn't care about himself at the moment, showing you no mercy. You've came twice already and Taehyung vowed that he wouldn't stop until you came for him again. He got off from your sputtering moans and the way your legs would attempt to jerk themselves close. You were completely relaxed with him now, no longer caring if you were being too loud in his dorm - it wasn't as if Jimin was present.

"Fuck!" you wail out as Taehyung drops your legs gently, admiring your disheveled appearance.You came again, for the third time. Your legs twitched as you attempted to move. "I'm so tired." you groan. 

"It's still early. We can...rest?" Taehyung feels weird suggesting it, he's never before. He was single and didn't need anyone to be attached to him. He's brought women to his dorm many times, none of which ever stayed the night - let alone rested. But you were different, he supposed. You were a friend now and this is what friends did, right? "It's still early. We can wake up later. I know you and Jungkook have that date."

You roll your eyes as he falls next to you. "It's not a date." you mumble, but your eyes feel too heavy to banter with him. "Thank you, Tae Tae."

Tae 🆘: Are you busy?

You bite your lip as you read the message. You were with Chaerin, browsing the clothing rack when you got the notification from Taehyung. You hadn’t heard from him all day after they both woke up and went about their separate ways. You showered, got dressed and went with Chaerin to find new clothes (that neither of you needed) before you went to eat with Jungkook.

You: I’m with Chae. Something you need?

Tae 🆘: I want you to sit on my face 😌

You redden at the text - Taehyung was as bold as ever.

Tae 🆘: But since you’re busy, how about you do something for me instead?

You half heartily listen to Chaerin talk about the different clothes on display.

You: What’s up?

Tae 🆘: Come find out before we leave to go camping

Tae 🆘: Since you’re with Chae, I know you aren’t far from Jungsik. I’ll be parked there

You take a deep breath and eyed Chaerin. “When are we leaving?” you asked.

Chae turns her head and furrows a brow. Her dark hair swinging behind her. “Am I boring you?”

“Don’t be dramatic. I’m just asking because I still have to meet Kookie. I’m riding with him.” you explain. “Besides, do you even need a new swimsuit?”

“Of course not. That won’t stop me from buying one.” Chaerin shrugs. “Go to your little boy toy before he comes sniffing you out like the little puppy he is.” she gives you a little smile.

You wave her off and make your way to Jungsik, it wasn’t far and maybe a few minutes by foot. You pondered what Taehyung had requested of you. After walking a block or two, you noticed Taehyungs car parked, windows tinted dark as you approached.

"Yo." you murmur to him upon entering and closing the door behind you. "What do you need?"

"Hello to you, too." Taehyung rolls his eyes, a smirk on his lips. "Aren't you going to kiss me?" he pouts his lips.

You tilt your head. "Since when do we-"

"Just shut the fuck up and kiss me." Taehyung waves you off and catches your lips in a quick peck. "Here." he says, placing a small black paper bag in your lap.

"What is it?" you questioned, alarmed. All of this felt like a fever dream; from Taehyung making you cum twice in one day to you leaving Chaerin to come to him and now him gifting you something.

You opened the bag and rummaged through. "Are you joking?" you scoff, holding up a pair of black lace panties, only the crotch area appears to be cotton and thick.

"I want you to wear them for me." Taehyung smirks cheekily. "Tonight while we're camping."

You nod and shrug. If that's what he wanted then sure, but you were unsure why. You had no plans on seeing him outside of the group activities.

"Good girl." Taehyung whispers, his voice low.

You gulp. "I have to-"

"What's the rush?" Taehyung stops you from opening his car door. "Come here."

"What else is there to do?" you survey his features. 

He leans back into his chair, adjusting his seat. "Sit on me." he commands, opening his arms. 

You bite your lips. 

"The windows are tinted. It's not like we're going to be fucking." Yet, Taehyung thinks, but that's for another time. He pats his thighs and without a second thought, you manage to sit on his lap, ass against his clothed length and back on the steering wheel. "Okay, now kiss me."

You catch Taehyung's lips on your own. Taehyung's hands roam your body, finding your ass in the jean shorts you wore to be captivating. The car was becoming hot with the tension coming from Taehyung and you, tongues entangled and wet with the others saliva. You feel his large hands cup your breast, his mouth removing themselves from your lips. "Let me suck them before you leave." he pleads, his hands already pushing your shirt and bra up to get the view of you breast, nipples already perked and hard for him. 

You push your head back at the sensation of Taehyung on him sucking on your nipples and breast, even nibbling on them. You, of course, were lost in the feeling, your core throbbing for him. Taehyung, however, knew within the next hour your breast would be bruised and purplish for him.

The group of friends arrived at their normal spots of cabins, excited like always and ready for their games of dare, junk food and alcohol. They made themselves situated into the large cabin they rented out for the weekend. You rode with Jungkook and opted in getting food on the go - not having enough time after your run in with Taehyung. You missed your friend and his company. The two of you talked and joked around the entire car ride while you remained in your usual spot - in the passenger seat of his car and your feet in his lap. 

"We need to be swimming." Areum groaned, fanning herself upon entering the cabin, bags in her arms. 

The rooms filled fast, all of you sleeping alone besides Chaerin and Seo-Jun. You and Jungkook made sure to find your rooms side by side, a tradition you shared since the start of your camping trips. Since this was a newer cabin than your usual one, the rooms were set up differently. You found it weird how one side of the cabin sat you, Jungkook and Taehyung while the other side was Jin, Areum and Yoongi. Upstairs was Chaerin and Seo-Jun, Namjoon, Jimin and Hoseok. You didn't mind, the cabin itself was huge, but you pondered if you'd run into Taehyung often on your side of the cabin.

"Okay, let's go swimming now." Seo-Jun suggests, her and Chaerin already in their swimsuits.

"We just got here?" Jin rolls his eyes at the two girls. "We should eat first."

"More the reason for us to go to the lake." Chaerin rolls her eyes. "We can cook later, Jinnie. I'm going swimming." her manicure nails grabs Seo-Jun's hands and drag her out the cabin.

"She bought a new bikini for this occasion." you giggle with Jungkook who smiles in return. "Do you want to go swimming, Kookie?" you ask, putting your hair into a low bun as you strolled into your room, his behind you. 

Jungkooks shrugs. "I can." he replies. "Did you buy a new swim suit?"

You shake your head, rummaging through your bag to find your swim suit. You take out the simple bikini - a dark red two piece. You lift your shirt over your head, taking it off without much thought. You and Jungkook changed in front of one another often, never caring much if it was taboo or not. You and Jungkook once saw the other naked, it was normal now - even if others would claim it wasn't. 

Jungkook tilts his head as he watches you, a bite of his lips as you change into your swim suit. His eyes travels to your bare ass as you lift the bottoms on. "Fuck." you hiss, your eyes on your chest. 

"What's wrong?" Jungkook murmurs, blinking away his intrusive thoughts. 

You wanted to punch Kim Taehyung in his (beautiful) face for leaving hickeys along your breast. You turn to Jungkook, a look of regret on your face. 

Jungkook widened his eyes at your breast behind the bikini top. "Well," he coughs. "you finally got fucked."

"I didn't." you roll your eyes. "I need a shirt."

"Yeah, yeah." Jungkook murmurs and makes his way to his bedroom. His mind is on your breast and the markings upon them. He wouldn't ask now, but he would eventually. If you were seeing someone that would explain the way you were acting earlier by how fresh the hickeys were. There was never any secrets between Jungkook and you - and there woudln't be any now. 

Jungkook grabs a large black shirt and throws it to you, a frown on his lips and face unreadable. 

You happily lift the shirt over your head you sigh. You didn't need questions from the others of the markings on your body when you had to deal with Jungkook's own questions eventually. "Let's go, Kookie." you smile to your friend, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

Jungkook does the same and both of you walk out and down the path to the lake. It was chaotic as always, splashing and loud laughs. You make your way to the lake and dip your toes in. You shiver. "Oh hell no." you hiss, the water was way too cold to just enter without becoming accustomed first. 

Taehyung watches from inside the water as you and Jungkook make your way, ankles first, into the lake. He takes notice of Jungkook's arms wrapped around you tightly, not letting go even if you were beside or in front of him.

"It isn't cold if you just jump in!" Jimin laughs out gleefully. He throws his wet hair to the side. 

You bite your lip, leaning against Jungkook as you enter farther until the water reaches your knees. You shake your head, laughing when Jungkook nearly looses his balance.

Taehyung hums. "You're taking too long." he says to no one in particular, but his eyes are on you.

"Leave us alone." Jungkook defends, his arms tightly around you. "But I agree, we are taking too long."

"Jeon Jungkook." You firmly hiss. "You better not do what I think you're about to."

Jungkook could only smirk in return. In a swift movement, he tightens his grip around you and lifts you up, throwing the both of you deeper into the water. Your screams are muffled beneath the cold water. 

Taehyung watches, his eyes dark, as you emerge from under water scowling while Jungkook is laughing. Without warning, you flap your arms aggresively, sending as much water towards Jungkook as possible, who does the same.

You giggle loudly, mind foggy as you lean against Jungkook. You all had too many to drink, the game of dare played out far too long for anyones liking. This time, however, everyone was given an option to deny the dare given - and take a shot. It was safe to say that Jungkook and you took more than a few shots. Even when the dare given was easy, drinking seemed far more enticing than participating. It was amazing how you managed to change out of your wet clothes into fresh ones, Taehyung's gift on you.

"Let's make out." you stutter to Jungkook who only laughs in return.

"We can't keep making out when we're drunk." he tells you, but wraps his arms around your shoulders.

"Why not? We always do." you slur your words as you face him with a pout. "It's a tradition."

Jungkook leans back into the bed frame and lets out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine." he agrees with little to no convincing. "Everyones still outside anyways."

Not everyone. Taehyung was quick to notice you and Jungkook scurry away drunkingly while the others conversed and ate outside. It was now night and the group stayed to grill and make s'mores long the man-made fire Yoongi was able to conjure.

Taehyung watches as you jump into Jungkook's lap, both legs on either side of the man. He wouldn't call it spying - you two were so drunk that closing the door was a hassle. Besides, his room was just down the hall, not far from the two of you.

Taehyung himself was tipsy, his mind just as foggy as yours and Jungkook. Luckily the hallway was dark and hid him well enough into the shadows. His eyes examine your figure, a loose fitted shirt of Jungkooks on you, large enough to hide the fact that you weren't wearing anything beneath it. His eyes gleam when he realizes you're wearing the lace panties he got for you, now he had a plan.

Your lips collides with Jungkooks, your ass in his lap while his hands grip your waist. The sounds of you two kissing could be heard along with a few drunk giggles from you every few moments.

Taehyung unlocks his phone, the brightness down as he goes onto the app he was looking for. He releases a hushed chuckle, his eyes on you as he presses his screen.

You yelp against Jungkook's lips, eyes fluttering open at the weird sensation coming from between your legs. Your drunk mind cannot comprehend what's going on all you did know was the vibrations coming between your legs was amazing. "K-Kookie." you moan out, licking your lips. "What's going on?"

Jungkook, just as drunk as you, was unsure of the sudden change in demeanor, but didn't question it. As you sat deeper against him, he felt the vibrations coming from between your legs. It baffled him, yes, but he assumed it was the intoxication getting to him and the vibrations were nothing but his imagination. Nonetheless, he buckles his hips against your core, enjoying the vibration just as much as you did. His eyes bats up at you just in time to witness your gasping face. His hands snake their way from your waste to your breast beneath his large shirt. 

You're unsure of where the vibration is coming from but you refuse to question the amazing feeling. You continue to grind against Jungkook, drunk mind not realizing just how wrong this was. You and him were friends, and yes the two of you were once sexually active in Highschool. And you two didn't mind changing in front of the other. Nor did you mind kissing while drunk...maybe your and Jungkooks friendship was odd, after all. 

Jungkook wraps his lips around your nipples, his tongue twirling around it as the both of you continue to grind into each other. Your toes curl and you couldn't help but moan loudly, the vibration plus Jungkook suckle your breast was enough to send you over the edge, your high reaching quickly. You shudder atop of Jungkook, no longer able to keep it together. He catches as you fall besides him, a low drunk chuckle coming from him. 

Taehyung hums, taping his screen to turn off the vibration. He turns away from the room and down the hall to his own room. 

You let your eyes close, your last aspect of consciousness was Jungkook wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You enjoy the hot water rolling down your skin, it was exactly what you needed after you woke up in Jungkook's arms. Not necessarily like that - he woke you up by pushing you off of him and claimed that you were drooling on his bicep. That was your key to leave and shower the previous night away. You lather your skin with the body wash and sigh, mind trying to recollect what you and Jungkook did for you to wake up feeling sticky between your legs. But that didn't surprise you as much - this is what the two of you did each time alcohol reached your system. 

What confused you more was what you and Taehyung were doing. Even though you rarely spoke with him the first day of the trip, you were not unaware of his presence and lingering eyes on you. You never once looked at him in another light like you did now - you blamed your lack of resistance when it came to him pleasuring you. 

You turn off the shower and make it to your bedroom to find Jungkook looking through your bags, a determined look on his face. "Where's the lotion you packed?" he asks upon your arrival. "You know the one I like."

"And the one you refuse to buy for yourself?" You point to the nightstand next to your bed.

Jungkook smiles and grasps it, heading out the door. "Thanks." he nods his head a little. "Are you getting breakfast? Areum and Jin were cooking when I woke up."

You nodded your head. Areum and Jin were the best cooks, even if they did fight over ingredients and how to put everything together. In the end, the food came out just as good - if not better. "I'll just need to get dressed first, Kookie, then I'll be down."

You dry off once Jungkook leaves and closes the door behind him. You don't care much about your hair and leave it in a low bun. You lotion your body with a different lotion - not your favorite but you knew you wouldn't see the lotion Jungkook took from you. your attire was casual for the day, biker shorts and a short sleeved shirt. Just as you were making your way down the hall, your phone vibrates in your hand. 

Tae 🆘: Meet me outside

You: Where?

Tae 🆘: Where Jin would make s’mores

You hum. That was a walk from the cabin, maybe about 10 mins or so. Jin always chose to go farther from the cabin, paranoid that something would go wrong and the cabin would burn down and charge everyone thousands of dollars in reparations.

You: Okay 👍

You enter the kitchen with a slight yawn. Like usual, Areum and Jin were in a heated discussion that you had no desire to be a part of or understand. Namjoon and Jimin were sitting at the breakfast table, speaking as you arrived. Yoongi was nowhere in sight, which meant that he was still asleep. 

"Good morning." Seo-Jun says at your arrival. She had a clear glass pitcher in her hands with orange juice filled inside of it. "Juice?" she questions. 

You shake your head, offering her a light smile. "I'm just going to go for a walk." you tell her. 

Chaerin pokes her head from under the table. "A walk? This early?" she questions. You didn't bother asking why she was beneath the table - some things were best left alone. 

"Who's going for a walk?" Jungkook enters the kitchen, hair wet and towel wrapped around his neck. 

"Y/N." Jimin answers. 

"Oh, let's go." Jungkook nods, flobbing the wet towel on the kitchen counter. 

"Excuse you?" Jin stops his argument with Areum to point at the towel and then at Jungkook. "Do you not have any common courtesy?"

Jungkook frowns, grabbing the towel in his hands. "Sorry, Hyung." he murmurs. Jin shakes his head and goes back to Areum and cooks as though nothing has changed.

You look at Jungkook. "It's okay. I'll be back in a few minutes anyways." you assure him. He didn't need to know you were meeting Taehyung on this walk. 

Jungkook nods, lips formed in a small pout as he watches you walk out of the back cabin door. He sees your figure sauntering into the wooden area until he cannot see you anymore. 

"You look like a kicked puppy." Namjoon teases, leaning back into the chair. "When are you going to admit you like her?"

"Maybe when Y/N admits she likes him, too." Areum announces. She strolls their way and flops a pancake down on the table. "Try that." she ushers to Jimin, who does. 

Jungkook frowns. "Can't we just exist without accusations?"

Seo-Jun nods, her hair falling into her eyes slightly. "You could." she says. And when Jungkook was about to agree with her, she interjected. "If you two didn't make out while drunk each chance you get."

"But thats-"

Jungkook is interrupted by Chaerin. "Or if you didn't claim that she was 'your girl' and every given moment."

Jungkook shakes his head. "She's my best friend-"

"Who you hump every now and then?" Jin scoffs as he fluffs the eggs on the pan.

"Hyung!" Jungkook flushes. "You're supposed to be on my side!"

"You're right." Jin nods, forgetting his promise to Jungkook. "Stop teasing him." he tells the rest with a roll of his eyes. 

"Are you cold?" you ask Taehyung upon your arrival. The man had a tall fire he sat beside.

Taehyung shakes his head. He held a grey bag in his lap. He opens it and takes out a few chocolate bars and marshmellows. "You and Jungkook got shit-faced last night." he says. "Missed out on the s'mores."

Your cheeks flashed at the hazy memories of Jungkook and you. Hopefully, you had not embarrassed yourself as bad as you usually did when it came to alcohol and the man that was Jungkook.

"Thanks." you murmur, sitting down beside him and starting your s'mores.

Taehyung sits back to view you and your s'more making. He wasn't in the mood for it by any means, but that didn't mean he couldn't watch. His mind wanders to you and Jungkook the night prior - how needily you kissed and humped the younger man. It was no doubt the two of you share feelings for one another that you refused to put into words.

"I think we're going hiking today." you say, biting the last piece of your third s'more. "I need pictures for my album."

"We hike around the same path every year." Taehyung deadpans. "How many pictures do you need?"

"Memories." you widen your eyes at him, as if it was obvious. "Kookie always takes all my pictures. Apparently I don't know how to take 'amazing pictures' as he says."

"Or maybe Kookie just wants to take pictures of you." Taehyung snickers. "What type of pictures does he take?"

"All kinds. If he wants to take some with me, he'll prop his camera up and we'll take pictures in front of trees, waterfalls, rocks. Anything really."

Taehyung nods. He never paid attention to you until now, but the way you spoke of Jungkook was endearing - he'd admit. He truly was your best friend - with a little drunken benefits in between.

"Do you wanna take a picture with me, Tae Tae?" you laugh out, taking your phone from your pocket and sitting it up by the fire, far enough to not have it fall in and engulf into flames.

"Why would I want to do that?" Taehyung inquires. But he doesn't stop you from adding a timer onto your phone and running to him to make it in time.

The first shot surprises him, the flash in his eyes was bright even if the light around them was just the same. The second flash comes and he smirks as you get situated but accidentally drops the chocolate bars on the ground. The third comes and he lifts his finger to his eye and gives a peace sign, you doing the same.

"I have to admit these pictures are somewhat cute." you say as you scroll through them on your phone. "The trees and sky add just the perfect touch."

Taehyung hums in response. He closes his eyes and takes in the scent - the earthy aroma and quietness. Nothing interrupted him, not Areum and Jin arguing, Yoongi drunk rambling and Seo-Jun and Chaerin's makeout sessions (even if sometimes it was hot to watch). It was just quiet out - just you and him.

"Come here." Taehyung speaks for the first time in a while. He was sat on the ground, nothing but a few leaves and sticks besides him.

You go to sit next to him, head tilting. But Taehyung grabs your wrist, managing to get you on top - staddling him. "Kiss me." he demands, his lips already on yours after he speaks.

You enjoy the warm feeling that comes from him. You enjoy just as much when Taehyung's hands rub along your hips. "Take another picture." he murmurs against your lips. "For your album."

"I don't have those kinds of pictures in my album." you giggle at him, pecking his lips.

"Then make another one." Taehyung kisses down your neck. "One of just us...for memories."

"And why would I want these memories of you?" you sass him back, but allow his hands to cup your breast.

"You don't want to remember the time I made you cum in the middle of the woods?" Taehyung retorts back. His warm tongue trails your collarbone.

You gulp when Taehyung starts to lift your shirt - you allow him, of course - until it is now laid beside you. "How would we take these pictutes?"

Taehyung smirks against your skin at your willingness. "The same way we just did. Just prop your phone up like this," Taehyung manages to grab your phone, turning on the camera and pressing record on it. He props it a few feet away from you two, a perfect view. "and when you go back and watch, you can remember the time I was between your legs," Taehyung takes both breasts and kisses each nipple before continuing. "with your pretty little lips wrapped around me. We can do it all."

"O-Okay." you agree.

Taehyung engulfs your lips against. He would never tell you, but your lips were always sweet and savory to him.

Your mind is screaming at you, nerves kicking in at the possibilities that could happen with you and Taehyung here.

You moans, body twitching. You lean you head back while Taehyung's tongues ravished your clit. You thrust yourself onto his tongue, not wishing for him to stop anytime soon.

"You're always so wet for me." Taehyung chuckles darkly against your folds. He kisses your clit, receiving a whimper. "I see. You like when I kiss you there?" Taehyung says, kissing her clit once more. You nod, biting your lip hard.

Taehyung continues to kiss your clit, his fingers itching close inside you until they are fully. "T-Tae...!" you stutter out, hips jolting. He rises above her, fingers thrusting inside of her at a rapid pace. He couldn't wait to watch the video and see you moaning his name with your legs as wide as can be.

Taehyung watches you. He couldn't help it. Maybe it was your wetness dripping down his hand as he fingered you, or the sound it was making as he did so. Maybe it was your facial expressions - the way you would bite your lip trying to bite back a moan before you would moan even louder than before. Or was it your eyes? Those eyes that would roll to the back of your head when he would press deeper and deeper inside you.

Or maybe, to Taehyung, it was just you. Just you in general that made him want to stare for hours.

"T-Tae...hyung." you tighten your walls. You was close.

"What do you want, Y/N?" Taehyung lowers himself to catch your eyes as they opened. "Tell me."

"I want you to..." you flush. You felt dirty even thinking about it.

"Don't have to be shy now. Your legs are open for me, aren't they?"

You nod. You open your mouth slightly. "C-Can you..."

Taehyung hums. He had an idea of what you wanted. He lowered his mouth to yours, gently kissing your before slightly rising up, a trail of saliva entering your mouth.

You cum. Hard. For a moment you're unable to move at how intense it was for you.

Taehyung removes his fingers and chuckles a bit. "I'm not done with you yet, sweet cheeks." He says.

Taehyung removes his pants, a large bulge in his underwear. He grasps it, the sight of you, pussy on display while you laid fucked out almost have him cum on the spot.

"Can I suck it?" you question after you calm your breathing.

Taehyung nods readilty. He could never turn down you sucking him off, the idea of you having him in his mouth felt amazing.

Taehyung sits where you once laid upon your clothes. He stares once you get on your knees, arching your back and spreading your legs. You lower herself to Taehyung's exposed length. Your mouth wraps around it and soon, you're sucking the tip hard.

Taehyung grunts, eyes immediately closed. The slurping sounds you made while you sucked upon him echoed off the trees. Luckily you two were alone or surely you would be caught by how loud they were.

"Fuck." Taehyung pants once you go deeper, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

"D-Do you like that?" you ask, swallowing. You had to make sure you weren't hurting him in anyway - it wasn't everyday you did this.

Taehyung nods fast.

"Okay." you reply. "Did you want to fuck my mouth?"

Taehyung chokes. "What?" He was taken aback. Not in disgust, but he was horny already and hearing you say things like that almost made him shoot a lode.

"I-I seen it in a porno once." you were embarrassed. Hopefully you didn't ruin the mood. "I know a way I could do it and not choke."

Taehyung was sure he was going to die.

"If you're okay with that." Taehyung says. "Let me know if it's too much, okay?"

You smile wide, nodding your head. You remain on your knees as Taehyung stands. Slowly, he enters his cock back into your mouth and begins to thrust.

You close your eyes,  your clit was pulsing at the grunts and moans Taehyung was doing.

Taehyung grasps your hair tightly, his thrusts going deeper and faster. He couldn't get his eyes off of you. Saliva was going all over your cheeks and chin and he thought you looked beautiful with him fucking your mouth.

Soon enough he was pounding into your throat, his hand tangled into your hair as he did so. Your eyes start to water, yet you enjoyed every second of it. You haven't done this before, but with Taehyung it had you wanting more just to please the man.

Taehyung removes himself from your mouth, tip still on her tongue.

"You can...keep going..." you pant. A trail of saliva connected your tongue and his tip. "I wanted you to cum."

Taehyung pants. You were going to kill him. "I don't want to choke you."

"You aren't." you assured. "It's...it makes me wet." you flush. 

Taehyung lets out a laugh before biting his lip. "I want to be inside of you."

You lick your lips and nod, wanting him inside of you just as much.

"I don't have a condom." Taehyung snickers at his own bad luck.

"I'm on birth control." you murmurs.

Taehyung's ear twitched.

"You'll let me...without a condom?"

You clench your fist out of nervousness. "I-I'm clean. I haven't had sex in a while." 

Fuck it. "Okay." Taehyung says hurriedly. He wanted to be inside you bad.

You lean back, opening your legs. Taehyung positions the tip of his cock at your entrance - so wet and inviting. "You sure you want to do this?" he asks. "We could wait when we aren't in the woods."

Conscious Taehyung was back. He was a man and getting to feel wet (raw) pussy was something he wanted, but not if it wasn't what the both of you desired. 

"We're making memories." you smirk, widening your legs. 

Taehyung laughs at that. He enters you, moaning as he does so. You were tight, even after the foreplay. He's gentle at first, careful not to stretch you too soon in case you haven't settled to his size yet.

You throw your head back as Taehyung quickens the pace, his hips clapping into your thighs as he fucks you. Your breast bounces at the fast movement.

"You're so tight." Taehyung notes. You weren't lying when you said it had been a while. Still, he wouldn't have it any way. He pumped inside you with ease, your wetness just right for him to keep the pace without a problem.

Taehyung wraps a hand around your throat, he lowered his face to yours. "You feel good." he grunts.

You couldn't help but moan in response. Taehyung knew how to make you feel good - not just by what he did, but by the things he would say. He was utterly filthy when he spoke into your ear.

"Turn around." Taehyung says, pulling out. He couldn't bare if he came right now - he was trying everything in his power not to.

Taehyung watched as you do as you are told. Turning around, your ass in the air as you spread your legs apart, giving him a good view of your wet clit. Taehyung groans, feeling his cock twitch. He reaches down and places a single kiss against your clit.

You flinch when you feel Taehyung's tip against your clit, rubbing circles against it. He was going to be the death of you, surely.

Suddenly, he thrusts forward. He's slow at first, allowing you to adjust to his size. Then, he quickens the pace. He places one hand onto your hips, his eyes on the roundness of you ass as he pounds inside of you.

You bite back a loud moan,  eyes closed as you clenched herself against Taehyung. The fast pace was getting to you,  sure you felt the man in your stomach.

Taehyung wasn't afraid to fuck you hard. No, you were alright. You adjusted to his size perfectly. You clenched around him just as perfect, too. It was as if he was meant to be inside you (and only him).

"You're so wet for me, Y/N." he snickers. The squishy sounds along with the slapping of your ass against his pelvis erupted through the wooded area. "Are you going to cum?" He asks. He feels you clenched around him even tighter. (How was that even possible?)

You nod. You were close to your own release that you felt your stomach clenched and your breath hitch.

Taehyung takes a fist full of your hair and yanks it back. Your eyes open wide, catching sight of Taehyung's dark ones. "Look at you, acting like a bitch in heat." Taehyung snickers. "No one would able to fuck you the way that I do, surely you know that."

Taehyung pounds into you as he tightens his grasp on your hair. "Tell me, Y/N, who is allowing you to feel this way? Who is going to allow you to cum right now?" he asks. He was near his own release, but he wouldn't cum until you did.

You open your mouth to speak, but couldn't. Taehyung thrusts were becoming too much and your mind was clouded by the fact you were getting fucked so heavily by Kim Taehyung.

"You shouldn't even bother trying to find someone else." Taehyung says, yanking your head back farther to ensure you heard what he was saying, his hips jolting into you at a rapid pace. "They wouldn't fuck you like I would."

Call Taehyung possessive if you want, but he knew one thing for sure. He wouldn't lose someone like you, someone willing to be fucked so easily and effortlessly; willing to suck him off just for the fun of it or open her legs wide just for him to see. He would be damned if he lost you to anyone - maybe even if it was Jungkook, the man that was all too friendly with you. But, he wasn't jealous, no, not of his younger friend. Was he growing possessive? Maybe.

"Say it!" Taehyung hisses at you. He lifts one leg up to go deeper inside of you. "Say that only I can make you cum. That only I can fuck you. It wouldn't be a lie."

You moan, shaking your head. You could barely think at the moment, mind clouded by the sound of your ass hitting Taehyung's pelvis and the feeling of your arousal pooling down your thighs.

"Fine." Taehyung says. He pulls out and lets go of your hair, pushing you away.

"N-No." you yelps. You try to clench around nothing and are disappointed when Taehyung had moved away from you.

"You don't want to say it , Y/N," Taehyung says. His conscious back. "then I won't force you. But I also won't allow you to cum, either."

You flip around to face Taehyung, eyes wide and tears have already dropped down to your cheeks. "B-But I want you to make me cum."  It was pathetic, you were sure. Here you sit (in the middle of the woods mind you) naked begging for a release.

"You do?" Taehyung asks, a smirk forming onto his lips. "Or maybe you belong to someone else? Maybe that's why you won't admit you belong to me." Taehyung trails a finger up your legs, his words getting to you.

"I-I..." You widen your legs.

Taehyung snatches his hands back. "I hope you don't think I would touch you." he retorts. "Such a shame, Y/N. You looked so beautiful around me."

"Please fuck me, Taehyung." you begs. "I'll let you cum wherever you want. Even inside me, I'm on birth control."

Taehyung's cock twitched. You knew how to talk convincingly - even if you didn't know the power of your words. You spoke so soft and innocently, as if you werent begging for him to fuck you senselessly.

"You're so needy, Y/N." Taehyung laughs. "Stand up." He commands, voice dark.

You do, on wobbly legs.

Taehyung turns you around, ass facing him while your front faces a nearby tree. He kisses the back of your neck. "Say it, Y/N. Say that only I can make you cum. That you wouldn't dare go to anyone else for what I can give to you better."

You nods. "Only you can make me cum." you says, legs were parted and Taehyung had rubbed his tip against your clit once more, slightly inserted it just to tease you. "I only want you to."

Taehyung lets himself smile.

With one rough thrust, he enters you and begins to pound once more. "You feel so good around me." he grunts as he pushes you towards the tree to get a better view of your ass. It was bliss - being wrapped around you was pure and utter bliss. Especially as he got to watch the way your back arched for him and the moans erupting through your lips.

Taehyung grasps both of your arms and brings it behind your back, pumping into you. He felt his own release coming, but he wouldn't cum until he felt you cumming with him.

Taehyung had forgotten about the camera watching them. He turns his head to your phone, the view of your breast bouncing made his throat release a groan. Why were you so captivating to him?

You cum hard, a pool of arousal dripping from your legs as you do so. Taehyung's thrusts were going sloppy as he reached his. "Y-You can cum in me, Tae." you breaths out, barely able to stand any longer. You were only up because of Taehyung, if not you would've been limp on the ground by now.

And Taehyung does cum, with one last powerful thrust.

Part 2 of 2

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insatiable | H.S series, part I

eveningepiphany’s 1k special <3

summary: harry is a prince, natalia is a spy for his court. both of them can’t stand one another, but natalia having to take any direct information she learns about the attempt on his life directly to him seems to put the pair in an interesting dynamic.

SERIES warnings: darker topics, murder, death, cults, alcohol, smut, violence, royal au! harry, fem!oc, fantasy and swearing.

a/n: this is something I’ve wanted to write for a long time now. I love reading fantasy, and I think it would be fun to kind of test the waters in writing a proper series myself.

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A part of me wishes it was nothing like this.

That I didn’t live in a world where everyone was out to deceive you.

But that’s exactly what you get in Carthion. I’d say it’s all you ever get, but maybe that’s just my outlook on it.

Especially when you consider I’m no better than the rest of them.

You see, when you grow up with parents who did the worst things just to get by, you’re conditioned to it. The expectation that everyone is out to get you.

And of course, the things they did weren’t just steal some bread and fruit from the night market to get a feed, or maybe pickpocket a passerby or two bad. The kind of stuff that would have you killed if it was unearthed.

But how I grew up is realistically how I got here.

I’ve been a spy— which is really just a justified way of saying I’m a deceitful murderer— “professionally” for only three years now.

But I’d been really doing it since I was 13. Sounds young, I know. It was young.

The thing was, I was small, smaller than my dad. I could squeeze into little places, move faster, quieter.

And who would suspect a 13 year old to be the one who’d shot a gang leader in an alleyway.

Not a soul apparently.

My father accompanied me on these little “missions” for the first, maybe, forty times? Until little by little he stopped.

He’d just tell me quietly what I needed to do in the dark of our small kitchen. And I’d be off.

Previously, my mother did a similar business. But she broke her leg on an outing when I was around 9. It left her much less physically able then she used to be, leaving her to stay home with me and my elder brother, Theodore. Making small knit items and pottery to sell at the markets— while dad was out.

I’d often catch myself falling into a daydream of where I’d be if I didn’t have the upbringing that I did. If I’d be a married woman yet, or maybe a guard for one of the royal courts if I had the same amount of drive.

But all of that is rather a waste of time, i reason with myself often. I’m busy enough as it is. And it’s about to get a whole lot more hectic.

I’m not conditioned to walk in heeled shoes. Nor am I proper enough to be in the dress that’s currently hugging my frame.

But when business with Royals arises, it’s what I can only assume is a must.

The guard, who bought me in is a few steps infront of me— awful move if I was an intruder— seems to know exactly where he’s taking me.

The corridors are lined with the families crest, large cream pillars with golden accents.

A single brick from this place is probably worth more than my life.

We’d been twisting and turning through the corridors until suddenly I’m greeted with large double doors, ones that would tower above any regularly sized one..

Another 2 burly men are positioned outside of them, gesturing a quick nod to whoever led me here.

A curt knock and a few beats of silence pass. I feel a little sick, I can’t lie.

A posh feminine voice sounds on the other side of the doors, undoubtedly Queen Annabelle herself.

“Come in!”

The doors get swung open, and I’m surprised to see that at first glance, this room is only a business or lounge room. It’s large enough to be a dining hall.

My gaze snaps back over to her as she begins to greet me, something I probably should’ve done first instead of marvelling at the room were standing in.

“Natalia, dear, hello.” My eyes switch between her and her unexpected guest, who— if this room weren’t so large— is tall enough he would’ve been the first thing I seen upon entering.

I’m positive it’s her son. The Prince.

Im unsure what exactly to say even though I practiced this in my head a million times.

I drop into a quick curtesy, “Hello, Your highness.”

I falter momentarily, hesitating to greet the Prince as well.

A extend my greeting to him, after a quiet intake of breath, “and to you too, Prince Harry.”

He has a scowl on his face, hardly giving me a me nod of his head.

I’ve only ever worked with people of a medium prestige. And only ever to silently cover up their dirty work. But I’m hardly surprised to see his distaste towards me.

If I am a minor disgust to the higher class, to the royals like Prince Harry, I must be the equivalent of skum on freshly polished shoes.

“Please, come sit with us. We have much to discuss.” She strides across the room, flowing ivory dress complimenting the green rug that takes up a large chunk of the floor.

She takes to a chair at the head of the table, it’s like a mock-throne, green fabric and deep wooden accents around its frame and arms.

The Prince reluctantly seats in the chair first to her right.

Despite the fact I’ve been allowed in this room, I feel terribly out of place.

I carefully take the chair thats two down from the queen, folding my hands neatly atop the rich wooden table which has a map in the centre of it.

I almost let out a sigh of gratefulness as Queen Annabelle begins talking, and isn’t expecting me to begin.

“Alright. You know the parameters in which you are here in, yes?” She raises her sharp brows.

“I do, for the most part. From the letters I’d received. I’m aware of what business you want me for.”

The Prince scoffs at the word business, and the Queen shoots him a glare.

“There are obviously some details left out. We need to smooth those out, before you can make your pledges.”

I nod, but sense that she’s not done talking.

“You acknowledge that this is going ahead yes? All that is left to do is get it in motion.”

“I do. I have a few questions regarding this job, but they can be covered at a later time if you’d like.” I try to keep my tone steady, formal.

I’m satisfied in her reaction to my words. She wasn’t expecting me to be so put together.

I had worked hard when I was younger to achieve this. My intellect is a strong point— and it makes me appear less rough around the edges.

It’s also that of a weapon, one you can carry everywhere with you, undetected. And it’s just as dangerous as the blade of a dagger.

“Of course. As of now, I’d like to discuss the raw details.”

She gestures towards her son, “My son, here, is a key part of this job. I believe in your letters you were ran down on an attempted assassination within our family. Since it’s now certain you’ll be taking the job, and you’ll be working closely with the both of us, I figure you should know he was the target.”

He’s frowning still as a lock eyes with him. And I connected those dots the second I realised he was in the room.

I have never met him. But from the great vine I’d heard mixed opinions on his person.

“Aside from myself and our head of counsel, he will be whom you take any learned information to.”

She lets out a sigh, “I would like him to be excluded from this process, however, it was made clear it wouldn’t go ahead without his involvement.”

I ponder a moment on how he is allowed a choice in the matter, seeing she’s the Queen and all.

She looks to me for agreement, “Understood.”

“Perfect. Im aware we have little information on who has committed this crime. That is why you’re here. I fear that they will come back and finish what they started.” I steal a glance at the prince again, who looks relatively unbothered considering we’re discussing the details of his near death experience, “I expect you to prevent this from happening.”

High expectations come with exhausting hours of work. But I nod anyways.

“My head of counsel, Tyrone will also need to receive a pledge from you and then he will run you down on the smaller details I have no business in. But other than that, your work will begin after our pledges.”

A lot of damn pledges, too.

This was the worst part of working with people of such a title, the expectance of you to lay yourself down for them, to swear your life and loyalty to them. A pledge knows no time, and can only be withdrawn by the one it’s given too. So the more pledges, the more you’re shackled to. To outright break a pledge would send you straight to exile— so it’s rare to hear of it. It’s like a fucking cult out there, in the barren of the north where the exiles call home.

She prattles on over some more details, that I take as much mental note on as possible, before standing from her chair, “Harry, will you please leave the room while she makes her pledge to me.”

I thank the stars for the this shred of dignity shes allowing me, but i catch the shock on Prince Harry’s face at his removal.

“But—“ he begins and she silences him, “Out.”

He sighs outwardly, sending another glower my way as he walks out the door.

I awkwardly rise from my chair, nerves bubbling through me, trying to prepare myself on what to say.

Theres no script, its all dependent on the situation, so you must say the right things and leave no room for misconception in your words. Mistake and gaps can easily be used against you.

It’s dodgy absolutely, but a risk that must be taken for this business.

“Natalia, is this your first time making a pledge?” She asks from where she stands a few feet away from me.

“No.” It was my third, but she doesn’t need to know that.

It’s not many, especially since in what I do, some people rack them up like it’s a competition.

“Have you been let go of all your previous pledges?”

“Yes.” I nod, which was almost true, all but one.

A risky game I’m playing, lying already, but no risk no reward I suppose is what they say.

Answering no raises to many questions on her end that I hardly feel mentally prepared to answer.

I take initiative to kneel at her feet, ready for her go ahead.

“Very well.”

“Queen Annabelle the fifth, I kneel below you as I vow to uphold my loyalty to you, for as long as it may be needed. I am aware that your life must come before mine at all times, and that I’m never to withhold information that could be of detriment to you or your family.”

I draw in a breath, “All information that I learn in my time working under you will be taken to those of your request, and nothing will be kept to myself that could endanger anybody in your circle. Outside of those im working with, all that I find out is kept to myself. Gossip is for the lowly courts, and I do not wish to start it.”

I pray that ive covered the basis, and begin to close off the pledge, “My name is Natalia Atalanta Finley, and I pledge myself to you, Queen Annabelle the fifth.”

A shudder passes through me as my middle name breaches the tip of my tongue.

This is how the pledges are set in stone. Your second name is to be kept close to your heart; it can be easily used against you. Hence why business using them is unfavourable.

I had held her eye contact, and watched as she nodded. Her face was netrual, not showing whether she was pleased or not.

“Thank you. I will send Harry in for you now.” She sounded calm. Of course she was. Considering she wasn’t the one now down a point.

I only can nod.

Carefully standing, despite the fact I’m going to be kneeling again in a few moments, I brush my hands down the waist of my satin dress.

She heads out the doors, I strain to hear a few muffled whispers that are presumably exchanged between her and her son. Then the door is opening again.

I fight the urge to look away. I am not about to appear shy, or like I am now certainly below them. He strides in, and I finally get a good look at him in the full.

He’s in a black kind of overcoat, and a smooth white blouse-like shirt. The tattoos on his collarbones, which im not sure what they are yet, visible through the material.

I make note of his black trousers and my eyes make their way back to the hair on his head. Its mid length, unruly and curly is the best way to describe it.

He looks smug, yet somehow still inconvenienced by my presence, “kneel, wont you?”

These are the first words he’s said to me directly, and I already want to jam my elbow into his stomach. Terrific.

I take a few steps towards him, and slowly sink back down onto my knees, feet tucked under myself as I hold eye contact with him.

“Your highness,” I begin, but theres an unmistakable edge to my voice.

“Sound like you mean it at least.” He hums.

With a passive aggressive clear of my throat I start again, “Your highness,”

“This y’first time making a pledge?” He quirks a brow almost assuming.

“No.” You frown.

“No need to get your back up.” He laughs briefly, but it’s laced with an audacious tone, one lacking in kindness.

“Continue on, then.”

His gaze is back to burning into me as I pretty much recite what I said to his mother only minutes ago, sticking to the same promises as to not get any misconstrusions on their behalf.

The golden hour light is seeping through the cream coloured curtains that line the windows, it’s casting a glow on his sculpted face. I begin to close off my pledge to him, but he interrupts.

“Remind me again who is in charge of you?” He knows there’s hardly any need for this, considering im on my knees basically promising him my obedience, but he’s doing it to just get a rise out of me.

Which all though he doesn’t get it verbally, he can see the disdain on my face.

“You, Prince Harry.” I say, carefully.

“And you will not do anything without my go ahead first, correct?”

“Within reason, yes.” My job is too impulsive to say yes to that and it not backfire on me.

“Within reason? Elaborate, will you.”

“I must make impulsive decisions. I cannot promise you will always be debriefed on them when its an in-the-moment choice, or if you are possibly a few hundred miles away.”

His gaze narrows, “Within reason it shall be then.”

I close it off, earning a small raise of his eyebrows as he hears my full name.

“Good girl. You may rise.” He says it with a smirk, and with an air of power of me, which of course he now feels he has after my pledge.

“Do not call me that.” I state, pulling at any shred of dignity I have left as I stand up.

“What else would you prefer then?” It’s asked, however it’s clear to me he doesn’t care.

“My name.” I scoff.

“Alright then, Natalia.” He rolls his eyes.

He stares at me a moment, looking ready to leave,“I will see you, unfortunately, tomorrow then.”

I shoot him an unkind look, but keep my lips sealed.

“Anything else to say, sugar?” He teases, a cruel smirk on his face.

“Natalia.” I correct, “No, there is not.”

I decide to be the one to exit the room, uncaring if that is rude. I’ve already sworn him my life, and despite him acting like I’m of no use to him, I know I am— more then he’s leading on anyway.

I open the doors myself, and the guards are quick to check on the prince.

“Are you ok, Sir?” One of them tentatively asked, like as if I’ve hurt him.

“Just fine.” He brushes them off, eyes trailing me as I walk down the hallway despite no sense of where I’m going.

One of the guards hurries behind me,

“Ma’am, where are you going?”

He reaches my side and I glance to him, “Take me to the head of counsel, please.”

I figure I get the last pledge out of the way, and any other debriefing so I can just get out of here for tonight. Worry about it all later, in the earlier hours of tomorrow morning when I have to wake up.

The guard nods, and takes the lead while I try to memorise the twists and turns were making around the palace.

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Tyrone is a fucking asshole.

If I had thought Prince Harry was rude or demeaning, I was in for a shock.

He hardly greeted me as I’d came into what I can only assume is his office. It was dark and unwelcoming, the wood was stained to the colour of black coffee, and nothing about it was homely.

He’d had me making this pledge for what felt like an hour. Running over detail upon detail.

Harshly demanding for more information, more promising.

By the time I’d closed it off— which at the rate we were going I thought was never going to happen— he made me stay for another hour going over what he wanted me to do, so I could start first thing tomorrow morning.

He basically gave me the caseload and then kicked me out.

I was mentally muddled as I left his office, and the halls were now completely dark aside from the warm casting of light from the candles, which sat in candelabras coming out of the walls.

I just wanted to go back to Mabel’s. Get this dress off and back into the confines of her cupboard and sleep.

However was almost caught off guard as someone was at the end of the hallway.

“Natalia.” I heard the deep voice regard me, walking up closer to me.

It surprised me in all honestly, I hadn’t seen them when I first walked out, “Yes?”

“I’m here to take you to your room.”

I was immediately confused.

“My room?”

“Yes. There’s a room made up for you in the western-wing of the palace.”

“I didn’t request a room.” I frown, and no one had told me I’d be staying here.

“All I know is Her Majesty had a room made up for you to stay in while you’re here. Allow me to lead you there.”

I nodded cautiously, but I knew what this was, it was to keep me under watch and control. It seems like a lovely customary gift in exchange for my work, but realistically it’s to stop me from interacting with anyone outside of the palace when I don’t need to.

I contemplate refusing to go, but figured that would just add unnecessary suspicion on my behalf.

I reluctantly followed the bulky man halfway across the palace, and everything started looking the same in the dark until we stopped outside a room. And i nodded a ‘thank you’ as I went through the again, abnormally tall doors.

The room itself was bigger than any whole house I’d ever lived in.

There was a large bed placed in the centre of it, perfectly made of course. And I noticed a closet on my left that took up majority of where the wall would’ve been.

There were a multitude of things hanging in there, ranging from gowns to things only someone like me would wear around here, like cargo pants and plain long sleeves.

The bedside antique lamps were on, casting an also warm glow to the space. The light to the bathroom was also turned on. And when I walked in there, the bath was run, with a set of silk pajamas folded on the large vanity.

It was too much. Wayyy too much for me.

Bribery at its finest.

Poor girl having to do the worst of the worst kind of business because it’s all she knows, suddenly spoiled with the kind of riches the royals had to offer.

I know just how far these kinds of people will go to earn your trust.

However, i still cave when it comes to the bath. I manage— with a slight struggle— to unzip the back of my dress and get fully undressed and into the bath.

It was perfectly warm, small petals floating atop the water.

I keep in the forefront of my mind just how well materialistic bribery like this work because god, it is nice. That’s the whole point.

I don’t know how long i stay in there, trying to soak off the grievances of the day.

But when I finally get out and slip the silky pyjamas on I’m too warm.

I pad out of the bathroom, and find myself at the balcony door.

The cooler air hits me as i step outside. I examine the surroundings. Part out of habit and other out of curiosity.

The ground is not that far away, a survivable jump at least. And if the railing would hold me up I definitely would be able to scale up onto the roof.

I’m mid-inspection when I hear another door open nearby, and my head whips to find the source of the noise.

I drop into a crouch keeping my eyes searching through the gaps in the wooden railing. My eyes fall on a room just across the small courtyard from me.

I spot the tall figure leaning against their own balcony and I realise with a sink of my heart that it was the Prince.

Why his quarters were so close to mine I could only guess. To keep tabs on me?

I stay deathly still as I watch his figure, it’s facing the direction of me, and from his angle he could probably only see the warm lamps and the light streaming out of the bathroom door.

A shake of his head, a spin of his heel and he’s returned into the confines of his own quarters.

I take a breath and am careful to keep my self low as I slip back into my room. Standing to my full height once inside and away from the window.

It is now that I need to fully accept he is going to be a terror to deal with.

I flick the bathroom and bedside lights off, and slide under the covers of the bed.

Head plagued with thoughts, I can’t help but wonder how the fuck I’ve gotten myself into this.

And how exactly it’s all going to pan out.

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Close - An Insatiable Extra

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x Frankie Morales x Reader

Word count: 2k

Tags: Edging, bondage, orgasm denial, Mean!Dom Santi vibes, a bit of inspection kink, choking if you squint, fingering, oral sex, PiV sex, fluff

Author’s Note: This oneshot only exists because of @radiowallet. My love. My pumpkin wife. Thank you for bringing me back to my boys. I genuinely wasn’t sure if I’d ever write for them again. 🥹

And a huge thank you to @acrossthesestars​ for beta-reading this filth, much of which I wrote in a haze at 4am 😅

Missed Part One? You can read it here. Which, if you’re not familiar with the worldbuilding and relationships in Insatiable, you may want to check out! This one does mostly stand on its own, other than a few references to the three of them being mates.

“Deseito, please.”

You lean into him, a half smile teasing your lips. “Please what, Frankie?”

Leather creaks as he leans helplessly towards you, his brown eyes large and pleading. 

“Let me touch you.”

You almost weaken at the sight of him straining against his bonds to get to you. It’s hard to resist him like this - his arms pinioned above him, his brow shining with sweat, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips as he drags his hungry gaze down your naked form. He’s mostly bare himself, only a rumpled sheet half-covering his lap. When his cock twitches beneath it, you groan and move towards him - only to be caught around the waist by a pair of strong arms. 

“What did I tell you, leoncita?”

A whimper catches in your throat. “But Santi, he’s so pretty when he begs.” You barely recognize your own voice, rasping with need and ending on a whine. His answering chuckle curls around you like smoke as you lean back against his chest, eyes locked on Frankie’s as they widen in desperation.

Santi’s lips trail down the side of your neck, making you shiver in his hold. When his teeth sink into the sensitive spot that meets your shoulder, you gasp and arch your back, one hand fisting in his wild curls. Frankie moans as your peaked nipples arch almost close enough for him to get his mouth on. You lean forward, encouraging him, craving him, but Santi draws you back with a smirk at the last moment. 

“You two need to learn how to behave.” 

He’s been edging the two of you for hours. It started as a game between him and Frankie - to see who could bring you closest to the edge without pushing you over. Santi hadn’t counted on how easily his partner caved to your pleas for release. If he hadn’t grabbed the other man by the jaw and hauled him from between your legs, Frankie would have made you cum on his tongue ages ago. But Santi, the competitive bastard, hadn’t wanted the game to end so soon. He’d lashed Frankie to the bed and given you both a choice. Stay in line and only cum at his say so, and he’d make your pleasure last for hours. Or, give in to temptation, cum quickly, and call it a night. 

It hadn’t been a choice at all. 

Still, he’s got the two of you wound tight enough to burst. Slick drips down your thighs and you press them together in a desperate search for friction. Frankie’s cock is swollen and aching, and both of you are breathing hard, half-dazed with desire and torn between need and obedience.

Santi knows it, too. Takes full advantage of how worked up the two of you are for him. He gets off on it - his two loves, following him to the razor’s edge and trusting him to keep them there. The enormity of that trust staggers him - but it doesn’t stop him being an absolute menace when he’s riled. 

His fingers dip between your legs, a lazy inspection of your velvet heat. He nudges your legs wider, putting on a show while Frankie looks hungrily on. You tip your head back and roll your hips, driving yourself against Santi’s hand. You know it won’t last, that Santi is only pouring fuel on the fire, but you let yourself savor it while you can, loving the feeling of his thick fingers gliding in slow, lingering circles, the effortless way he cups your sex, his fingertips just beginning to breach your dripping center.

“She’s so wet, Frank,” he murmurs. “You gotta feel this.”

The ferocity of the glare Frankie turns on him makes the other man sigh and relent. “Fine.” He rocks back on his heels, releasing you from his hold.

You whine when his hand slips away, chasing his touch. Frankie moans and strains toward you. There’s a creaking noise as he moves and even the solid headboard starts to lean. The thought of him being so close but still so far out of reach makes you whimper. 

“Shh, baby,” Santi soothes. “Go give our mate some love before he breaks something.”

“Asshole,” Frankie mutters, even as his mouth quirks up and he relaxes a fraction. 

Santi leans around you to slap him affectionately on the thigh. “Watch it,” he warns, “Or I’ll fuck her right here and leave you out of it.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” You toss him a smile over your shoulder, your heart skipping a beat at Santi’s roguish wink and the sight of him licking the taste of you from his fingers. It’s impossible to say which is hotter - that, or Frankie licking his lips in anticipation at your approach, and for the thousandth time, you feel a wave of gratitude for never having to choose between them. The three of you are a unit, the bond between you only growing stronger the longer you’re together.

Throwing a leg over that same spot that Santi had smacked, you lower yourself slowly onto Frankie’s thigh, taking pleasure in his sharp intake of breath as you do so. He’s so warm and solid beneath you, his muscles flexing at your touch, the movement bringing you into even more intimate contact with him. Hands on his shoulders, you grind down against him, savoring his heat and strength. 

“Hey, baby,” he grins up at you.

“Hey, love.” And then you’re kissing him. Unable to hold you, he hitches his thigh to draw you closer. His kisses are hungry, insistent, all tongue and teeth and ragged panting into your open mouth. You melt into him, one arm wound around his neck, the other dropping between you to grasp his cock. Frankie hisses at your touch, his swollen length twitching against your palm. 

“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead pressed to yours as he rolls his hips and fucks your fist. “You feel so fucking good.” 

“You too,” you gasp, your slick folds dragging against him. “Don’t stop.” 

He doesn’t.

You could finish this way. Skin to skin and mouth to mouth, shuddering and gasping as you roll together. Frankie knows it too. Feels it, that moment when your hips begin to stutter, your movements turning sloppy, desperate. His brows draw together and he starts to swear in low, rapid Spanish. You only catch a few words, a string of muttered pleas, or possibly curses. It’s sacred. Profane. Saints and sinners, heaven and hell, blood and soul. 

It’s everything. 

Santi’s at your back once more, his hands on your hips and a wicked smile pursing his lips. “You’ve got a hell of a mouth on you, Fish. Need me to fill it up?”

He lifts you up just far enough to push his cock between your sex and Frankie’s thigh. It’s slick and obscene and you think you could cum just from the sight of his swollen cock jutting between your thighs. You grind down, riding both of them, grip tightening around Frankie as his brows pinch at the sight, his tether clearly about to snap. 

Santi sees it too. 

“That’s enough.” When neither of you slow, he hauls you bodily apart. “Don’t make me tell you again.” Stern amusement tinges his voice but you know he means it.

“God damn it, Santi!” Every part of your body crackles with frustrated energy. You feel like a live wire casting off sparks, any one of them capable of setting off the wildfire building beneath your skin.

Frankie’s no better off. He’s fighting for control, unwilling to let either of you down, despite how badly he needs to cum. 

You’re not sure how much longer either of you can take this. 

This time, Santi doesn’t make you wait for his next move. He puts you where he wants you - on your knees in front of him, your ass in the air, eye level with Frankie’s cock. This time you don’t wait for permission, not from Santi. You lower your mouth onto Frankie, swallowing him eagerly, and nodding encouragement when his hips buck. 

“Baby,” he groans. You hum and swirl your tongue around his blunt tip. Salt and musk lay heavy on your tongue and when he bumps the back of your throat, you drool contentedly around him. 

Santi wraps a hand around your hip, steadying you as he pushes into your slick heat with a low moan. He chuckles approvingly when you push back against him.

“This what you needed?”

“Mmf-hmmm,” you mumble around Frankie’s cock, your nods pushing him even deeper down your throat. He gives a strangled groan and his hips jerk.

“Shit, I’m so close.”

Your skin feels tight, tingling, as you hang suspended between them, filled to the brim and so close to the bright edge of release. You can feel it barreling towards you as they move in tandem, white-hot pleasure building deep inside and threatening to burst behind your eyes. 

When your inner walls begin to flutter, Santi wraps a hand around your throat and growls “don’t you do it.” 

You close your eyes and breathe deeply not to cum just from that.

It’s only when you wrestle back control that you realize they’ve both gone still. Santi to prolong your torment, and Frankie because he knows if he so much as twitches, he’ll cum straight down your throat. Your cunt is throbbing with need and tears prick behind your eyes. You’re at the end of your rope, and Frankie’s fraying fast.

Carefully, you ease back and off of him and turn pleading eyes to your other mate.

“Santi, I love you, but if you don’t let us cum we might actually die.” 

He lays one hand on your cheek, eyes softening when you lean into his touch. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” 

Leaning in, he kisses you soft and slow, then nods towards Frankie’s bound hands. “Go on, then.” 

Before you can even reach for the belt, Frankie twists himself free, as if it weren’t leather restraining him, but only Santi’s word. He’s on you in a rush, scooping you onto his lap in grasping Santi’s shoulder to pull him closer in the same rough movement.

They fuck you between them, their cocks gliding in and out and together until you writhe as one in an eager, desperate rhythm. Your kisses grow sloppy as you gasp and cling, one set of teeth scraping over your jaw while another tongue plunders your open mouth. It’s slick and needy and then -

And then your breath catches, pleasure spiraling to a molten pinpoint, then exploding like a star. You shake and tremble in their arms, only their sweat-slick limbs propping your liquid body up as you dissolve between them. Frankie groans, nearly undone, and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, a look of martyred focus on his face, but Santi grasps the back of his head, keeping the other man’s gaze fixed on his.

“Do it,” he orders, eyes burning like coals. “Fucking cum.” 

As if from a great distance, you feel Frankie’s hold tighten as his spine stiffens, then a hot, pulsing rush as he cums. Even as his lips part on a ragged moan, his furrowed brow smooths, relief flooding him even as he fills you.

Only when both of you sag, finally, finally sated, does Santi find his own end, burying himself inside you with a satisfied grunt and spilling deep inside. 

The next several minutes pass in a haze. Frankie’s fingers intertwining with yours. Santi’s forehead dropping to your shoulder. Your lips brushing over their brows, noses, eyelids. Lingering, affectionate touches, meant to soothe and ground. Muscles trembling, and with breathy chuckles at your baby-deer limbs, the three of you somehow lower yourselves onto the mattress, legs still tangled and bodies draped over each other, unwilling or unable to let go just yet. 

Or maybe ever.

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