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[the-iceni-bitch]

He Gives Me Everything and Tenderly…

Pairing: detective!bottom Bucky Barnes x younger!top male reader (Sarge and Officer Beefcake, NLLYL AU)

Words: ~5k

Summary; Bucky is just fine on his own. He really is. He’s used to it. Even after meeting you and thinking about you a whole bunch, he’s still fine. And he does not appreciate his friends’ meddling.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (mentions of male masturbation, salad tossing, protected anal sex, spit as lube and lube as lube, kinda public sex), meet cute, reverse age gap, tall/beefy male reader, bottom!Bucky Barnes, Bucky is grumpy, hints of angst, love at first sight? lots of friendly teasing, m/m relationship, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Welp, this was something I wrote entirely in one sitting and I can’t say I’m mad about it at all. This is my first ever male reader fic and I am both incredibly nervous and very excited to share it with all of you! Big ass thanks to the absolutely amazing @howdoyousleep3 for hyping me up and providing some much appreciated perspectives (remember lube, people!)

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Bucky was exhausted. A long ass shift at the end of a long ass week and he was done, looking forward to going home and drinking a cold beer on his couch while he didn’t talk to anyone for a whole 48 hours. God, he hated people.

Except Darcy, and the cute little peach. Even though he wanted to get the fuck out of there he still stopped by the dispatch desk to chat with his girls and let them cheer him up a little.

“Hey Sarge!” He shook his head when Darcy called him that, her stubborn insistence to call him by his military rank after however many years just one of the many things that endeared her to him. “You look like shit, you finally getting out of here? Maybe gonna see someone special tomorrow?”

“The only people he’ll be seeing are Sam Adams and Johnnie Walker, maybe James Bond… hey!” The peach gave him an adorable scowl when he threw a paper clip at her, rubbing her cheek where it had hit her and sticking her tongue out at him before turning her attention back to her screen. “Don’t act like I’m not right, I’m there every time you drunk dial Nat while you’re binge watching old movies and lamenting your lack of a love life.”

“Tell your girlfriend to quit putting me on speaker or I’m gonna call her ex to chat from now on.” Bucky grinned when she rolled her eyes at him, bringing his attention back to Darcy and sighing when she was giving him a sympathetic pout. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m fine. I like being alone.”

“You’re lying, but fine.” Darcy shrugged at him, grinning when there was a sudden commotion at the doors and a mess of recruits came charging through into the hallway after Sam. “Hi Sammy, boys! Ooh, hey there beefcake, you run laps around all those slugs on the course again?”

“Maybe.”

Bucky choked when you were standing next to him, trying not to ogle you swathed in those gray sweats and feeling like the world’s dirtiest old man all of a sudden. “They’re getting better, starting to catch up. You shouldn’t call them slugs, Darce.”

“Please, like Wilson hasn’t called them worse, you’re too nice.” Peachy girl grinned when she turned in her chair again and saw Bucky looking like his jaw was about to hit the floor. “Have you met Detective Barnes, beefy?”

“Haven’t had the pleasure.” Bucky took in your name with an almost hysterical laugh when you reached out and shook his hand, not entirely sure what had come over him as he felt his neck getting unbearably hot and struggled to come up with something to say. “Well, I’ve gotta hit the showers, always lovely talking to you ladies.”

“Bye!” Both of them were grinning wickedly at Bucky once you were gone, chuckling when he just spluttered nonsense and looked at the floor. “What the fuck was that, Bucky?”

“Shut up.” He was flabbergasted, he’d never felt such an unbelievable attraction to someone right off the bat, except, once. But he never thought about that. “It wasn’t anything.”

“Oh, nothing at all?” Darcy was still grinning when Bucky growled at her, shaking her head and leaning back in her chair while the peach kept laughing. “So you weren’t staring at his ass when he walked away?”

“Of course not.” It had only been a little bit, you were so fucking tall your ass was impossible to miss, and so high and tight and… no, nope. “What the hell kind of nickname is beefcake, anyway?”

“You saw him.” Peach was practically cackling at this point, the redness on Bucky’s face so entertaining she was considering taking a photo to send to Nat. “The man is grade A USDA prime meat, what would you like us to call him?”

“You’re a couple of pervs.” Bucky just scoffed and ignored them when they told him it takes one to know one, flipping them off over his shoulder and almost forgetting his bag when he stormed out of the precinct to start his much needed alone time. “Inappropriate, gonna talk to HR about you two!”

If it had just been the one interaction, Bucky probably could’ve handled it. Yeah, he had jerked himself off thinking about your broad shoulders and tiny waist and that masterpiece of an ass, but only once, okay three times. But it was just over the weekend, he’d forget about you eventually.

Except for the fact that suddenly he was seeing you everywhere. Every damn time he was in the precinct, there you were, smiling that slightly crooked smile and laughing and making every person light up when you walked through the room. And in the fucking sweats every time, it was like torture. Torture that was made worse by the fact that Darcy and peach were always grinning at him like they knew something he didn’t, and they had apparently told Sam whatever they supposedly knew, so now that man was basically parading you in front of Bucky’s desk every chance he got and making him talk to you and get to see how fucking charming you were. He hated it.

“I do, I love cats!” Sam was chatting with you right in front of Bucky’s desk again and he was plotting how he could get away with murdering the man. “Have a little ginger idiot at home who has maybe two braincells, but he’s my baby.”

“Wow, that’s adorable.” Bucky almost growled at Sam when he grinned at him. “Bucky has a kitty of his own, don’t you, Buck?”

“Yes.” Sometimes he even hated his friends, this was ridiculous.

“I love that, knew you were a cat person.” Bucky almost groaned when you placed your hand on the desk so close to his, looking up at you through his lashes and trying so hard not to melt into his chair when he saw you smiling at him. “What’s her name?”

“Alpine.” You smelled so unbelievably good, Bucky had an incredible urge to lean up and bury his face in your neck, but managed to just turn the photo of his cat around to show you instead. “She’s three.”

“She’s gorgeous.” You winked and Bucky almost swooned, there was something wrong with him. “Shit, I’ve gotta get out of here, got a birthday party to get to. It’s always real nice talking to you, Detective.”

“You too.” Bucky swallowed thickly and shook his head when you walked away, his scowl coming back immediately when he saw Sam looking like he just ate a damn canary as he smirked at him. “Shut up.”

“Didn’t say anything.” Sam chuckled when Bucky just hunched over his paperwork and tried to ignore him. “Buuuuut… hoo boy, you like him.”

“I do not.” Murder was the only answer to these affronts. “He’s too young.”

“Bullshit, is peach too young for Nat?” Sam snorted when Bucky just grumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes at the man’s stubbornness. “You like like him, you need to get over that massive hang up, Barnes, it’s holding you back!”

“Man, fuck you!” Bucky jumped when he realized that Sam wasn’t there anymore, so he was just yelling at the bullpen, every member of the team giving him looks of varying amusement before they bent back to their work. “Sorry.”

It was a legitimate hang up, especially when it came to you. Because you reminded Bucky of him.

Specifically of when he was young, when Bucky first realized he was in love and overlooked all of his flaws and just wanted to be wrapped up in him all the time in spite of the fact the man would only look at Bucky like his old friend who he could tell about every single disgusting conquest he made. And that meant you were dangerous. Bucky refused to do that to himself again, it had taken him too long to get over that malicious bastard, and nothing had hurt him more than the realization that he had wasted so much time loving someone who barely gave a fuck about him. He didn’t care how sincere and charming you seemed, he wasn’t going to fall for that same shit all over again.

But it didn’t stop any of his friends from dragging you in front of him at every opportunity, and even though he was polite and listened to you and answered all your questions, it didn’t stop him from snarling at them as soon as you were gone. He didn’t care what they thought he needed, he was fine.

He wasn’t lonely. He didn’t wake up grinding his hips into his mattress after dreaming of sharing his bed with you. He didn’t wonder what you would look like with soft morning light falling across your face while both of your cats jumped on you and Bucky made you breakfast. They all needed to worry about their own lives and quit fucking with his.

Which is why he should have been suspicious as hell when Nat and her little peach and Darcy insisted on taking him out for drinks on a Friday night. All of them together. At a dive bar that was typically just cops. Like they didn’t usually go uptown and dress up.

“Well, look at that, is that Sam?” Darcy bounced on her toes and waved when she spotted Sam with all of his recruits, her and peach squealing while Bucky shot Nat an exhausted look. “Gosh, I completely forgot they’re celebrating the academy graduation, what are the chances?”

“Shocking.” Bucky couldn’t stop growling when Nat just shrugged at him. “I can’t believe they dragged you into their scheming, Romanoff.”

“They’re young and excited, it’s cute.” Nat wrapped her arm around Bucky’s shoulders and started pulling him towards the group. “Besides, you deserve someone nice, and to spend the night with someone besides Alpine.”

“Alpine doesn’t take up that much room on the bed, and I like to spread out.” Bucky just resigned himself to having a miserable night, even when you gave him an easy smile once you laid eyes on him and waved eagerly. “And he might not be nice.”

“Buck, you won’t know unless you give him a chance.” Nat sighed as she rested her chin on her best friend’s shoulder, pinching his cheek and trying to get him to at least give her a grudging smile. “And you know how good my asshole radar is, I’m getting no pings from the beefcake.”

“Yeah, alright.” Bucky steeled himself when you started walking his way, feeling a little tight in his chest and watery in his eyes as he did his best to give you a smile. “Hi.”

“Hi Detective.” Your smile got even wider when Nat introduced herself, shaking her hand warmly then turning back to Bucky and crossing your arms over your massive chest. “Can I get you a beer?”

“I don’t…” Bucky caught himself when Nat looked at him expectantly and blew out a deep breath. “Yeah, a beer would be great.”

“Fantastic, for you too?” You winked at Nat when she nodded before hurrying off to get their drinks with an undeniable bounce in your step that Bucky found he enjoyed very much.

“Listen, Buck.” Nat gave you a very thorough look while you waited at the bar, wrapping her arms around her girl when she came to sit on her lap and Darcy sat across from them. “Even if it doesn’t last, you’re a special kind of idiot if you don’t at least have sex with that man.”

“Jesus Christ.” Bucky felt himself blush up to his ears when all of the women just nodded enthusiastically and started detailing what the two of you should do to each other. “You three are worse than frat boys, oh my god.”

“C’mon, sarge…” Darcy snapped her mouth shut when you came back with Bucky’s and Nat’s drinks, giving Bucky a meaningful look and making a little circle with her thumb and forefinger then pushing her opposite finger through it while your back was turned until Bucky felt like he was in fucking high school. “Hi beefcake!”

“Hi Darce!” You were sitting so close to Bucky he could smell you again, he had to start chugging his beer so he didn’t reach out to bury his fingers in your hair. “I’ve always wanted to ask, why does she call you ‘sarge’?”

“Oh, it was my rank when I was discharged.” Bucky couldn’t handle the way you were looking at him, like he was the most interesting thing in the room, he wanted to fall into your eyes and get lost. “From the army. Darcy’s sister served with me, so she knew me then and the nickname stuck.”

“I didn’t know you served, my dad was in the marines.” You could see Bucky starting to tense up and bless you, you backed off, keeping that easy smile on your face while you nudged his foot with yours. “It’s okay, that’s not something we have to talk about right now, tell me about Alpine, how’s the little lady doing?”

“She’s- she’s good.” Something about the way you instantly pivoted the conversation and didn’t make Bucky feel like an ass for almost clamming up had him relaxing pretty much instantly, grinning back at you and rolling his eyes a little playfully when he thought about his little furry troublemaker. “She’s a brat, but good. Almost gave me a heart attack last week when she somehow managed to climb up to the ceiling beams in my apartment.”

“Oh shit! Really?” You chuckled warmly when Bucky just nodded and took another sip of his beer, plucking at the edge of the label on your bottle and leaning forward a little so you could hear him better. “She get down on her own or did you have to get a ladder?”

“Well, after six hours of pleading and begging, I did finally manage to entice her with some tuna.” Bucky kept watching your face closely, the earnestness he was so wary of constant and never wavering while you listened to everything he said intently. “She’s too smart for her own good, I swear.”

“Fuck, I can’t decide if my situation is better or worse.” You laughed when Bucky scoffed, pushing at his shoulder and shaking your head when he looked at you with mock offense. “No, I love my boy, but he’s a dumbass of epic proportions. The most worrisome thing he’s ever done is get his whole head stuck in a mason jar. Theodore is an idiot.”

“Theodore?” Bucky was vaguely aware of movement next to him after he emptied his beer and set down the bottle, but he couldn’t stop watching your lips move. “That’s adorable.”

“Aw, yeah, my niece named him.” Your smile got even wider somehow and it was making Bucky melt, another bottle of beer appearing seemingly out of nowhere on the table and immediately finding its way to his lips. “It’s her favorite chipmunk.”

Cats. Talking about your fucking cats was apparently the kick in the ass Bucky needed to let almost all his concerns about having anything with you go, letting himself relax and be easy while you told him all these sweet, endearing little things about yourself. How much you loved your niece and how much of a star she was at figure skating. How good you were at baking and you didn’t care what he said, you were baking him a loaf of sourdough to prove it. How you played three different instruments and spoke two languages. You were too goddamn interesting.

And you managed to get him to talk about himself too. How close he was with his sister and mother and how much he loved seeing them as often as possible. How he secretly enjoyed knitting and always made sweaters for the family at Hanukkah but would kill you if you told anyone about his hobby. How he collected old records and could spend whole days just listening to music and drinking good whiskey.

Bucky was more than a little thrilled that you seemed to be hanging on his every word and scooting closer to him until you were right next to him and your shoulders were practically touching.

He had lost track of how many beers he’d consumed by the time people started dancing, but he knew it wasn’t too many as he was just very pleasantly buzzed and staring at your plump, kissable, pillowy lips and wondering what it would be like to suck on them.

“Hey, James.” Bucky had just told you his first name and for some reason the fact that was what you were choosing to call him was making him dizzy. “You wanna dance with me?”

“Oh, um…” Bucky chewed on his lip while he thought it over, he had two left feet when he was sober, and he also wasn’t sure he would be able to control himself if you put your hands on him. “I don’t know…”

“Hey, no pressure.” You winked like you did every time you said something disarming and Bucky decided that he loved that about you. “Just wanted to ask, but if all you want is to talk, that’s a-okay.”

Bucky was struggling with himself. You barely seemed disappointed, it had maybe flashed across your face for a second, but he believed you when you said it was okay. You even leaned back against your chair to give him space, zero hints of malice in your expression and just that perfect, easygoing look that made Bucky feel like you were fine taking no for an answer and you would never hold it against anybody.

And for some reason, that finally sealed it for Bucky that you weren’t him.

“I wanna dance.” Bucky winced when he almost knocked over his bottle when he set it down, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet so he could drag you towards the makeshift dance floor. “Let’s go.”

Your laugh made Bucky beam at you over his shoulder, humming along to the music and turning to face you once you were in the middle of it. His breath caught when you were right there, letting you frame his waist with your hands and pull him even closer while you started rolling your hips to the music. Bucky very quickly decided that he liked having your hands on him, shaking his head and gripping your wrists to keep you in place when you tried to lean back before he slid his palms up your arms and over your chest.

Somehow, even though he knew you were big, your massive size hadn’t fully registered in Bucky’s brain until he was in such close proximity to you. It’s not like Bucky was small by any means, he hit the weights, he never skipped arm day, he’d even been called beefy himself a few times. But you… goddamn. You were like nothing Bucky had ever seen before. He was starting to get woozy from it.

Then you ducked even closer and pressed your cheek against Bucky’s temple and he couldn’t help it, he gasped. He could feel your lips moving against his skin but he couldn’t hear anything you were saying, a low buzzing filling his ears while his fingers dug into your firm chest and he rolled his hips against yours. This was dangerous, he was not going to have sex with you without even a proper date, he wasn’t that easy.

He kept repeating it in his head over and over. When you slipped your arms around his waist and squeezed as you kept guiding his movements. When he buried his face in your neck and groaned when he finally got to breathe in your scent fully. When you nipped at the shell of his ear and made some kind of noise that sent a vibration through Bucky’s whole body. And especially when you grabbed his ass and gave such a dirty grind of your hips that made him feel how fucking hard and massive you really were.

It didn’t matter how much he repeated it though, it only took three songs before Bucky found himself with his back against a stall door in the bathroom with his pants around just one of his ankles and his toes barely brushing the floor while he practically sat on your face.

One of his knees was flung over your shoulder while you licked at his hole, his whole body shivering when you hummed against his skin and dug your fingers into his thighs and he didn’t even care that he was getting eaten out in a public bathroom and enjoying it quite loudly.

“God, I knew you’d be fucking sweet.” You growled but barely pulled back, gripping the thigh that was on your shoulder and pushing it up until it was pressed to Bucky’s side so you could see his face. “You taste so goddamn good, James, once I get you in bed I’m gonna make a full meal out of this ass, shit.”

“Oh… Jesus Christ.” Bucky could barely breathe when your mouth was on his hole again, he could feel your jaw working while you moved your lips and tongue like you were making out with him, all while you kept your intense eye contact and let his cock rest on your face like you didn’t even care. “Oh my fucking god.”

Bucky could feel your chuckle when a whine escaped from his throat without his permission, his eyes rolling when your tongue fluttered all around his twitching skin before you were dragging it over his hole again and sucking until Bucky almost squealed. But then your tongue punched into him and the squeal was ripped out of his chest, his breath heaving almost painfully while you fucked him with the thick muscle until his dick started leaking and twitching against your forehead. It was insane that you were so good at this, you were so young, but your mouth worked like you were a fucking pornstar and it had Bucky feeling some kind of way.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you, James.” It didn’t sound like a question, you were telling him, your face serious while you licked your way up his taint until you could nip at his balls while you slid a finger inside him. “I need it, need to feel you come on my cock, god, you’d better fucking hold it until I’m inside you or I’m gonna spank you, I swear to fucking god.”

“Yeah… yeah, oh my god, please.” Bucky felt like he was losing his mind when you sucked on his balls and pushed a second finger inside him, his legs shaking and his eyes rolling back in his head while he grabbed your hair and held on for dear life. “Oh shit… fuck me, I can hold it, I’ll be good, just fuck me.”

You leaned your cheek against his hip and kept grinning at him while you reached your free hand into your wallet to grab a packet of lube, chuckling when Bucky huffed at you when you ripped it open with your teeth and squirted it all over the fingers you were plunging into his ass.

“You brought lube with you?” Bucky was trying to remain huffy but it was difficult when you were scissoring his hole open so slowly and shit, it felt amazing. “What exactly did you think was going to happen tonight?”

“God, I dunno, James.” You looked meaningfully at the fingers that were currently knuckle deep inside him, wiggling them a little when you looked back up at him with a cocked eyebrow and snorting when he whined. “Would you prefer I didn’t have lube right now? Because I can stop…”

“No, don’t do that.” So much for not trying to seem desperate, Bucky was panting he needed you so bad. “I’m just… talking, I’ll shut up. I can be good.”

“Yeah? You’re gonna be a good boy for me James?” What were you doing to him? Bucky couldn’t help but whimper when you spat on your fingers to slick them up even more and added a third, nodding and rolling his hips into your hand when you just barely teased his sweet spot as you kissed the inside of his thigh. “Yeah you will, my good boy, opening right up for me.”

“Mmhm, yours, oh holy shit.” The addition of your fourth finger turned Bucky’s whole body into jelly, your hold on his thigh the only thing keeping him from crumpling to the floor when you licked a wide, flat stripe up the underside of his cock. “Holy fucking shit, pleasepleaseplease…”

“Shhh, don’t you worry, James, I’ve got you.” You groaned when he let go of your hair to shove his fist in his mouth when he gave you a tortured cry, slowly pulling your fingers out of him and setting his feet on the floor so you could stand. “Turn around for me, sweet thing.”

“Yes… yes sir.” Bucky let his eyes flutter closed when you kissed his temple and turned him around, pressing his cheek against the cool metal and arching his back when you placed one hand on his hip and used the other to pull out a condom. “I need it.”

“I know, handsome.” Your voice was muffled while you used your teeth to rip the wrapper open, nuzzling into the tendrils of hair that were resting against the back of Bucky’s neck so you could kiss him there while you rolled the condom over your length and emptied another packet of lube all over your dick. “You gonna call me sir while I fuck this sweet little ass?”

“Ye-yes… oh fuck!” Bucky practically screamed when your tip just barely slipped inside him, arching his back and whining when you wrapped your arm across his throat and growled in his ear. “Fuck… ‘s big, so big, fuck me.”

“You can take it, big guy, keep being good for me.” You grinned against Bucky’s cheek when he rose on his toes as you kept going, smacking his ass and chuckling when it made him clench as you increased the pressure on his neck. “You feel fucking incredible, Jesus. Been thinking about getting you like this since the first time I saw you, you know that? Did you think about me too, James?”

“N-no.” Bucky already felt extremely vulnerable while he was split open on only half of your cock, he didn’t need to admit to you that he had been dreaming about wrapping his legs around your tiny little waist while you fucked him slow and deep. “I didn’t.”

“Pretty sure you’re a liar.” You grinned and yanked his head back at the same time you gave a final snap of your pelvis and Bucky sobbed, his body shaking violently while you rested your hips against the plush curve of his ass and dragged your tongue along his jaw while you let him adjust. “That’s okay though, big guy, you can think about this. Now, I’m gonna apologize, because this is gonna be a lot faster than I would like, but we are in public.”

Bucky didn’t have any response except a yelp when you started driving your cock into him almost viciously, his breath punched out of his lungs each time your hips bounced off his ass while you sucked on his ear. He felt like he was about to explode, your cock driving into his swollen prostate each time you bottomed out until his balls started pulling tight to his body and his cock twitched. You must have felt the change since you dropped the hand that wasn’t attached to the thick arm that was currently choking him to grab his cock and start stroking him in time with your thrusts.

“Fuckfuckfuck…” Bucky felt like such a whore but he didn’t care, turning his head as much as possible so he could rub his nose against your cheek while he whined. “I’m so close, don’t stop.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want, James.” You groaned when his hole clenched around you, squeezing his cock and his throat at the same time and kissing the corner of his lips tenderly while you gazed into his eyes. “Gonna take care of you. Can’t wait to be able to take my time, enjoy you, god, could spend a whole fucking night in this ass, you’re so goddamn warm and tight. But I need you to come for me right now, James, make a mess on my hand, lemme make you feel good, c’mon.”

The thought of you in his bed and fucking him raw and open had Bucky tumbling over the edge of his climax with a shout, his desperate noises muffled by your lips when you smashed them to his as he quaked in your arms and shot his cum all over your fingers. He sobbed when you didn’t stop stroking him even once he was milked dry, his eyes rolling back when you throbbed inside him and almost lamenting the fact that you were filling the condom instead of pumping your cum deep in his guts and determined to get to the point when he would finally get to feel all of you. As soon as you were done you were bringing your cum soaked fingers to your mouth, keeping eye contact with Bucky as you sucked his cum off them slowly and groaning at his taste then pressing your lips to his again so you could share with him.

“Jesus fuck.” Bucky couldn’t think of anything else to say, smiling almost sheepishly at you after you had pulled out of him and tossed the condom, letting you turn him around and nuzzle at his cheek before you were bending to help him step back into his jeans.

“My sentiments exactly.” You gave him another one of those winks and he wasn’t even mad when he blushed violently. “You gonna be as big of an ass about me taking you on a real date?”

“I wasn’t an ass.” Bucky huffed when you stood back up and wrapped your arms around him, nipping at your bottom lip and grinning when you growled playfully at him. “I was wary.”

“Sure.” You kissed him slow and deep and smiled against his lips when he melted into you before pulling back so he could breathe. “Pretty sure the girls and Sergeant Wilson would agree with my assessment, but we can use your word.”

“Oh shit, they’re still out there.” Bucky screwed his eyes shut and moaned at the thought of the commentary he was going to have to endure, shaking his head when you chuckled and opened the stall door to start pulling him back to the bar. “Can’t we just climb out the window or something?”

“Yeah, I don’t think either of us could fit through that window, James.” You nodded at the tiny one by one glass square and kissed his temple when he sighed defeatedly, holding his hand and letting him follow you when you opened the door. “Besides, if you think I’m not going to enjoy showing you affection in public, I’ve got some bad news.”

Bucky’s retort was cut off by an absurd amount of hollering when you opened the door, his face getting unbearably red and the desire to either tell all of your friends to shut the fuck up or just book it out of the bar overwhelming. But then your arm was around his shoulders and your lips were pressed against his temple, and maybe he could put up with his friends being smug rowdy assholes for the rest of the night if you kept smiling at him like that.

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Role Play [Sub!Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader] 18+

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: To satisfy your curiosity, Loki brings magical spice into the bedroom by transforming you to the male version of yourself. (w/c 2.7k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. M/"M" Smut. Bisexual Loki. Praise kinks. Oral sex. Anal play. Anal sex. Dom! Reader/ Sub! Loki. Body transformation(F reader, M body) Kind of fluffy too - but mainly smut. A/N: I hope this is read in the spirit it was intended; curiosity and for love of Loki 💚

Loki’s warm lips pressed against the nape of your neck as he unclasped your necklace, trailing the pendant slowly up between your breasts.

“Can you believe it’s been a year, darling?”

You smiled as his fingers toyed at the zip of your dress, slowly pulling it down. He moved his mouth’s attentions to the smooth skin it revealed, working firm kisses between your shoulder-blades as you let out a reluctant sigh. It was now or never.

“Loki…?” you whispered, “I need to ask you something.”

He paused, hands on the curve of your waist held tightly by the rich fabric of your dress. You knew his face would be creased in expectation, his keen gaze narrowed in suspicion as he pulled you towards his firm torso.

“Yes?” he whispered, his hot breath ghosting your ear before sucking one earlobe between his lips.

You moaned, the loaded question hovering reluctantly behind your teeth. 

“Do you ever miss being with men?” you mumbled cautiously, the seconds ticking by as he considered his answer; the pliable skin of your ear rolling across his tongue.

“My love, I’m with men constantly. One can’t get rid of them in this realm, they are quite resilient.” he murmured goadingly as you keened against him.

Your stomach flipped. He was avoiding the question. A classic Loki misdirection. Fuck.

“You know what I mean...” you said firmly, spinning in his embrace to wrap your hands around his neck, “I don’t want you to feel…stifled by our relationship.”

You felt your cheeks burn as the reluctant confession lay heavy on your heart. It needed to be said, but as for his answer? You weren’t sure you wanted to know.

He gazed at you intently, the twinkle of mischief that never left his eyes burning brightly as a smile crept to the corners of his lips.

“If that is what has been concerning you these past weeks, darling...I wouldn’t worry. You can give me everything I desire... should you wish."

You raised an eyebrow towards him as he lowered the straps of your dress, the last defence of your modesty gone as it fell to the floor around your feet. His hands cupped your naked ass, lifting you effortlessly to wind your legs around his waist as your slick pussy grazed against his growing arousal, hidden in the tight material of his suit.

“Would you like to try something new, my beautiful one?” he purred as he carried you across the room, setting you down before the ornate full length mirror in the corner.

You fizzed with anticipation at his words. His eyes darkening as he raced ahead in his mind, pupils blowing wide with lust as he stood behind you. Your head spun at the implications as your own thoughts caught up with his, hoping that your assumptions were correct.

“Loki do you mean…?” you stammered, running your eyes across your curved body in the reflection as he slid his hands up to cup your breasts.

“Yes, darling. What do you say?”

You nodded silently as his fingers toyed with your hardened nipples. “Very well.”

Loki drew you into a sideways kiss as his hands slid down your waist, running his palms across your skin as tingles followed in their wake. This was more than his intoxicating touch, this was magic.

Your head swam with vertigo as your tongue massaged his, an ache deep in your muscles as you felt his hands grip around your hips and pull you back towards him gently with a soft thump.

“Look at yourself, darling” he murmured.

Your gaze fluttered to the mirror and you gasped. It was you but…not you.

Loki’s arms were still wrapped around your hips, his thick forearms draped over the lines of your taunt lower abdomen as he grinned to your side.

You were…taller - your jaw thick; chiselled, handsome – not beautiful. A strong neck ran down to broad shoulders that flexed over the muscles beneath as you took in your flattened chest, defined pectorals resting above your firm stomach. Below Loki’s hands hung a generously sized manhood resting shyly against your elongated thigh.

“Like what you see?” Loki whispered as he lustfully drank in your masculine reflection. You couldn’t blame him. You looked good. Really good.

“What should you call--“you coughed abruptly, the unexpected gravel of your new voice choking you like dust.

Loki smirked behind you, pressing his lips to your hair; “Try that again...”

“…what should you call me?” you repeated, the vibrations feeling unnatural as you watched Loki’s amused reflection lower his hand to encase your soft cock.

“Well on any other night, you’re my good girl…I see no reason why tonight you can’t be my good boy, hmm?”

You shivered as you felt blood rushing to your lower body, emptying like a warm bath as your unfamiliar organ began to rise against Loki’s palm. You smiled.

“Maybe I’ll be your bad boy?” you narrowed your eyes, watching as your lover restrained himself from laughter.

“Let’s not run before we can walk, shall we?” he said, squeezing the hardening flesh in his hand as you groaned beneath him. “Tell me what you want, I want to please my precious mortal in any way he chooses…”

You panted as you thrust involuntarily into Loki’s palm, the thin skin of your member sliding gracefully against his hand as your temporary form reacted to the stimulation. Fuck, it felt good.

Waves of anticipation ran down your thick thighs as you stared intensely at the god behind you in the mirror. He was still dressed in his impeccably fitted white shirt, the top buttons undone. His snug trousers clung to his lower body, creases straining against his muscular hips as he pressed towards you, bracing your buckling knees against your pleasure as his hand slid back and forth.

“…blowjob?” you blurted, your eyes closing as you immediately regretted your uncouth neediness. Loki huffed disapprovingly, cutting through the jolts of pleasure coursing from your groin.

“If we’re going to do this…we’re doing it properly. Say it like a man.” he instructed gently, using his free hand to brush the shoulder length hair from your neck, watching your posture straighten.

You took a deep breath, lowering your chin to smoulder at his reflection as his gaze raised to watch you expectantly. “Suck my cock, Laufeyson.”

Loki’s lips curled in an approving smile as he circled in front of you, running his eyes down your naked form as your hard length twitched with need, “Good boy.”

Long fingers wrapped around the base of your manhood as he walked you backwards, kissing you deeply as you fought upwards against his grip, desperate for the friction to begin again.

Low heavy growls hazed from your throat as you inhaled his scent, clinging to his skin like his hand clung to your cock; restraining you, prolonging your anticipation.

The back of your legs hit the bed, unfamiliar muscled thighs colliding with the duvet as you relented to his will. He straightened his lithe body which now closely resembled your own as he rubbed large hands down his bulging thighs. His own cock begged to be freed from confinement, raging against the expensive fabric which held it firmly to his hip.

“The first time can be overwhelming, so its best you sit down…” he muttered darkly, the velvet tones of his voice driving you wild with need as he sank slowly to his knees.

“The act itself?” you panted, “…or you being the one performing it?”

“A bit of both.” he murmured coyly, before he swallowed your desperate cock between his lips.

You inhaled sharply, falling backwards to rest on your elbows as the feeling of his tongue enveloping your length washed over you like a tsunami. God, it felt amazing. You could see what all the fuss was about.

A deep groan escaped your throat as he sucked you slowly upwards from the base, his mouth forming a vacuum as hands slid firmly up the sides of your thighs to grip the toned flesh.

“Loki…fucckkkk” you moaned, the gruff strangeness of your voice forgotten as you wound one large hand in the God of Mischief’s hair, tugging his curls between your strong fingers. You stared at him in awe, his perfect chiselled faced in deep concentration, wisps of curl falling around his brow as he pleasured your male form.

His tongue swirled around the tip as you growled beneath him, thrusting your squared hips upwards deeper into his waiting throat. Loki’s cheekbones hollowed as he consumed you, your deep cries of pleasure spurring him on as you gripped the bedsheets beneath fists. The sight of his mouth around your cock was more than you could bear; a dark fantasy you never knew you had.

The intense need to take him, to own him…it burned as you watched your manhood disappear to slide over his warm tongue again and again as he knelt between your open thighs.

You began to pant with broken breaths, legs quivering as you felt a coil tighten somewhere down below. It was different…but the same. Loki felt the change, slowing his pace to a gentle suck as you strained your hips towards him – willing him to give you more.

“You’ve done so well for me, it must have been so difficult for you not to cum…” he murmured against your wet skin, slick with his saliva. His gaze never left yours as he placed a lingering kiss on the tip of your girth, lapping gently at a bead of pre-cum that languished there.

Those legendary long legs unfurled as he rose to crawl on top of you; biceps straining at the arms of his tight shirt as his mouth crashed to yours, pressing you back on the bed.

The wave of dark lust rose in you again, the intense energy of pure masculinity as you gripped his forearms and flipped him on his back with ease. Loki’s brow furrowed in confusion before a coy smile flirted at his lips, “well, well…it seems you may be a bad boy after all.”

You growled, rumbling from your throat like thunder as you pinned the god beneath your grip; between your thighs. Loki’s eyes widened as he searched your intense stare, his lap thrusting upwards involuntarily as the determined square of your jaw flexed above him.

Your hands flew to the middle of his chest, ripping the buttons from his shirt as his bare chest was exposed under your unrelenting control. You had never felt more powerful, and you weren’t going to let it go to waste.

Loki moaned beneath your touch, keening up into you as the pressure of his cock against his tight trousers became too much to bear. Your thick fingers wrapped around the metal of his belt, unbuckling it with force as he threw his head back, his dark curls flipping.

“Wait…wait…” he panted, raising a hand to your chest as magic dissolved the fabric clinging to his legs. He leant upwards, cradling your jaw in a rapturous kiss as his bare thighs pressed against your ass; his familiar cock rubbing tantalisingly against your skin.

“Take me.” he groaned needily into your mouth.

Your breath hitched as you had a moment of clarity, the reality of the bizarre scenario searing through your mind as he looked up at you with sincere and utter submission. You had never been more turned on in your life, and with Loki as your boyfriend…that was a bold admission.

A vial of oil manifested in his hand as he pressed it to your palm, raising an eyebrow as his eyes came alive with mischievous intent.

“You know what to do, my love…” he murmured, “just a bit of…role reversal, yes?”

You unplugged the vial, allowing the tepid oil to run over your fingers as he rested back on his elbows.

Cautiously, you reached between his thighs seeking the tight hole which hid between perfectly muscled cheeks; a hiss of approval falling from his lips as your wet fingertips brushed his entrance.

His legs jolted as you slid one finger inside him, pressing against the walls as he groaned desperately beneath you. A second finger joined as you eased the digits repeatedly into his channel, the tightness loosening as his body willingly submitted to your ministrations.

Loki’s eyes fluttered shut. His angular jaw raised to the ceiling as he thrust upwards; his straining cock seeking release. You lowered your head to suck at the tip gently as you listened to grateful praises spilling from his tongue, begging for more.

“Now go easy on me,” he mumbled coyly as he marinated in pleasure beneath your touch, “...it’s been a while.”

You nodded in acknowledgment, unable to form coherent words as a powerful storm of lust brewed in your belly. You had never felt anything like it, a sizzling line of explosives ready to blow at the sight of your typically dominant lover spread beneath you, waiting impatiently for you to take him.

You emptied the rest of the oil into your hand and cast the vial aside, clinking to the floor as your fingers returned to his entrance, slathering him in the viscous substance. The remnants found their way to your hard length, preparing yourself for him. God, he looked so fucking good. You were going to ruin him.

You towered over your lover; muscular torso lowering to his skin as you savoured the low groan from the god’s throat. Your hips pressed firmly against his desperate arousal as he met you in a needy kiss. One of your hands encased his jaw, tangling in his curls; the other lining your cock up at his keening entrance, pausing to rub the tip against the slick flesh.

“Give it to me…” Loki moaned, his tone laced with desperation as you smirked above him. You could get used to this.

The tip of your cock pressed gently against his tight channel, Loki’s breathing quickening as he braced his forehead against yours with one hand grasping around your neck to pull you close.

You edged forwards, your intertwining moans of pleasure signalling that you had breached him as you felt waves of primal electricity coursing through your body; building excruciatingly as you bottomed out.

“Good boy.” you whispered through strained breaths; an amused smile playing on Loki’s lips as he settled around your length.

You began to move inside him, gritting your teeth against the intense pressure of your quickly building orgasm; the exquisite tightness and novelty pulling you towards the edge faster than you could catch your breath.

Loki moaned roughly beneath you, beads of pre-cum leaking from his exposed cock as he pressed wantonly into your hips. He raised his muscled arms above him, pressing them against the headboard as he pushed down onto you, his perfect ass colliding with the flat expanse of your pelvis as he took you all the way.

“Loki…” you warned darkly.

The tenor of your voice matched your concentration, carefully controlling your thrusts as adrenaline begged you to fuck him as hard and as fast as you could. You moved one hand from his raised thigh, sliding it down to grip his cock to a growl of approval from your submissive god.

Slowly, you stroked his length as his ab muscles clenched beneath you, perfectly defined in his torment. The effort of restraint made his body flex around the cock buried deep inside him; you were losing yourself.

You had always wondered what it would be like to fuck as a man…but this? Nothing could have prepared you for this. For fucking Loki. It was everything.

He began to mutter ancient Nordic phrases beneath you, his chin raised to the ceiling as the muscles in his neck stood out from the strain.

“Does my good boy want to cum?” you heard yourself say, a sea of lust thundering in your veins carrying away any hint of embarrassment.

He nodded, heavy pants escaping his lips as he threw his head back in expectation.

“Use your words, love…” you growled, his own phrase that had goaded so many times close to climax tumbling from your tongue.

“Yesss… fuck, yes” he groaned in exasperation, “I want to cum, please let me…”

You tightened your grip around his length, sliding your widened palm fluidly across his skin as the sound of his cries rang in your ears, making you dizzy with need. You thrust into his hot channel, inching him towards the headboard as he tensed beneath you.

You weren’t sure who came first.

You felt yourself tighten and release like a weighted spring, boundless pleasure spurting from your cock with force as your hips buckled and shuddered into the man beneath you. Loki’s luxurious seed coated your hand as he came, his back arched on the bed as he roared your name. Your real name.

You laid your wide palms to rest on either side of his broad shoulders. Words weren't forthcoming as you closed your eyes, focusing on the heavy breaths leaving your body as you slid yourself from his entrance, sticky with your cum. Loki’s strong arms pulled you down to him, running over your broad shoulders lazily as he kissed the top of your head.

You felt the familiar ache of his magic as your body flexed and shifted beneath his touch.

The flat pressure of your chest against his became cushioned, his arms tightening around you as they found the familiar curve of your womanly waist. You raised your gaze to meet his, his eyes soft as he looked at you with pure love; running one finger down your cheek to brush a strand of your hair.

“There she is…” he murmured softly, “…well, what did you think?”

You rested in the crook of his neck as he fondled your breasts; inhaling the musk of his sweat laced with sex as you considered your answer.

“It was...enlightening.” you smiled, meeting his eyes which flickered with a knowing look.

“Remember, I will always want you, love. In any realm, in any form…” he whispered seductively in your ear, “with us, the possibilities are endless.”

The low embers of his sultry tone made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

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A night like no other (spent with you) - A KaveTham Smut One-Shot

I WROTE THIS FOR MY BBG @michiruzz ILYSM /p Here's your smut, sir. Enjoy it. No proof-read by another person, we die like fyodor.

tw: NSFW/18+, described sexual intercourse

rough word count: 3484

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A night like no other (spent with you)

In the evening hours of a stressful day the door of the home that belonged to a certain Acting Grand Sage creaked open. Groaning Kaveh entered the house. Today was one of the few days he actually had his keys and didn’t forget them here.

The blonde was done for the day. Not only did almost everything fall apart, quite literally, no, the guy he lived with left the whole house a mess. Kaveh was not in the mood to clean the house today, not now, not this evening.

The architect might be the housewife here, seeing as he does clean and cook for himself, totally not for Al-Haitham, or because the grey haired man asked him to. Everything Kaveh did was totally done for his own personal needs.

Who was he kidding?

Silence filled the room. It was a nice contrast to the loud noise at work, at least for Kaveh. He slumped down on the already messy couch. This was the only seat available right now. How could one even own this many books… He didn’t want to move, he wished he could just fall asleep right here and now.

And honestly he was about to do that.

If it weren’t for Al-Haitham coming into the room, Kaveh would’ve slept peacefully on the couch. If it weren’t for his damned Junior to nudge Kaveh in annoyance, Kaveh would’ve been able to relax. If it weren’t for Al-Haitham suddenly yelling his name, Kaveh would’ve enjoyed this evening.

The blonde raised his head with squinted eyes, clearly unhappy about the way Al-Haitham spoke with him.

“Excuse me?!”

“Excuse you? Have you seen how dirty everything looks here?”

Kaveh’s eye twitched. He was NOT having this right now.

“Yeah? So?! Clean it yourself!”

Maybe he shouldn’t have yelled. Al-Haitham’s face morphed into something between surprise and anger.

“Don’t yell at me. I told you that you could stay here rent free this month if you help me keep this place cleaned.” The Acting Grand Sage crossed his arms above his oh-so-hot looking chest. Kaveh, get your head out of the clouds.

Shaking his head Kaveh frowned at Al-Haitham. That was their deal. Yet, that didn’t mean that Kaveh would be Al-Haitham’s maid.

“Yuh. I said ‘HELP’ not that I’d take responsibility of keeping this place cleaned all the time.”

“Get up.”

“No.”

Tension started to grow between them. They just glared at each other, something they did regularly when they argued. Whoever looked away first lost.

This time Al-Haitham dropped it first, shaking his head. “Fine, be my guest.” He snarled and Kaveh felt triumphant that he won.

However, suddenly the blonde felt a weight on top of him. He groaned in pain and looked over his shoulder to see what’s the cause.

Seeing Al-Haitham casually taking a seat on top of Kaveh was not what he expected.

“The fuck, Haitham?! Get off!”

“I gave you a chance to move but you didn’t listen. Stop moving around.”

Oh, how it angered him that Al-Haitham was taking this so casually. And it bothered Kaveh even more that he started to not mind the gray haired man’s weight on top of him.

Kaveh just sighed. He didn’t protest any further. What’s the point arguing with someone as stubborn as Al-Haitham.

Now that he thought about it, Al-Haitham wasn’t as heavy as he looked. Sure he had these gorgeous looking muscles… a defined chest… the abs…. those delicious looking thighs.

Kaveh had to stop himself before he started drooling.

The heat rushed to Kaveh’s face. He was totally NOT thinking about Al-Haitham in such a dirty way?

Right…?

The blonde felt his mouth run dry. Fuck, now he felt the heat rush through his whole body. Damn himself, damn hormones and damn his body for reacting to his damned thoughts.

“What’s wrong, Kaveh?” Al-Haitham spoke up. He must’ve sensed how tense Kaveh suddenly was, maybe the flushed face or the way he avoided eye contact gave it away.

“Are you feeling sick?”

A hand reached out for Kaveh’s head and he quickly pulled away.

“No, I’m fine.”

“Stop lying.”

The architect bit his tongue. Of course the great Al-Haitham would notice. He always noticed everything!

Quite literally everything.

As Al-Haitham had gone quiet again, Kaveh felt the need to look up to see why he did. He would probably never forget that sight of a flustered Al-Haitham staring down at him. The blonde raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“You’re horny.”

If the blonde wasn’t blushing already, he definitely was now. He eyes followed Al-Haitham’s, who was staring almost amazed at Kaveh’s crotch area.

“THE FUCK ARE YOU STARING AT?!” Al-Haitham snapped out from his intense stare and looked up at Kaveh with wide eyes and a flushed red face. God, Kaveh could not bare staring at that expression. It fueld him more and he saw no other way out than pushing the younger man off himself.

“Wait- Kaveh-“

“Leave me alone! Fuck you! I hate you, Haitham! Go fuck yourself!”

He stormed off to his room, heart thumping in his chest. That was weird. He was weird. No, he wasn’t weird, right? Al-Haitham was the weird one, he made it weird! Right…?

Wrong.

Kaveh was scared. Maybe Al-Haitham is going to kick him out now. Maybe that was for the best. All he expected now was Al-Haitham to storm in here and tell him to leave.

But he never did.

Instead there was a soft knock at the door.

“Kaveh, can we talk?” The muffled voice of Al-Haitham could be heard behind the door and the older man felt conflicted.

Reluctantly, Kaveh got off the floor and opened the door, enough that he can could see Al-Haitham’s still flushed face.

“What…?”

“Can I come in?”

“No.”

Okay, maybe the blonde was a bit stubborn. He just didn’t want to risk anything as of now.

“okay…. Well, Kaveh, I’m sorry.”

Oh? That was not what Kaveh expected and it showed on his face. “I’m sorry for yelling at you and I’m- uhm-“ The Acting Grand Sage struggled with his words “I’m…. Sorry for staring….?” It sounded more like a question than a statement.

“You are sorry or you think you’re sorry?” Kaveh snarled “if you don’t mean it don’t say it.”

Rolling his eyes Al-Haitham cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, yeah.” He muttered.

There was an awkward silence between them. After, another moment passed before Kaveh reluctantly opened the door completely. Al-Haitham was still there and Kaveh didn’t know why.

“uh.. yuh, you’re… you’re forgiven…”

Maybe Al-Haitham was waiting for that, but he only nodded his head in return.

Even after this, both of their cheeks were still flushed, everything was still weird and awkward and Kaveh just wanted to disappear right now.

“Uhm… well, good ni-“ The architect made and attempt to close the door, but Al-Haitham stopped him. “No, wait. I…”

“I want to talk about… that, is that okay?”

Kaveh had never seen such a sincere and pleading look on Al-Haitham’s face and he couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

They settled down on Kaveh’s bed, awkwardly and stiffly. They’ve lived together for such a long time already, seen each other shirtless countless of times yet this was such an embarrassing thing. And Kaveh would be lying if he said he didn’t find this sweet, that Al-Haitham cared so much.

“Kaveh.”

The blonde tensed for that tone the younger man spoke in. It send a shiver down his spine. And he cursed himself for finding that hot.

“Was… I the cause of it?” The gray haired man was hesitant in his words, choosing them carefully. Kaveh looked away but he nodded his head. What’s the point in lying now?

“Really?”

The shift in tone suprised Kaveh. Al-Haitham… almost sounded relieved, he sounded happy.

Wait what?

Kaveh turned his head, eyes widening when he saw that small smile on Al-Haitham’s face. What was going on?

Did he resist when Al-Haitham leaned in? No, he didn’t. Did he reject the thought of having Al-Haitham on top of him right now? No, he didn’t. Did Kaveh enjoy the feeling of soft lips pressing against his own in a tender way? Yes, he did.

That kiss was marvelous. If Kaveh wasn’t the one to experience it, he would’ve never believed Al-Haitham to be this bold and good at kissing. Way too good at kissing.

They melted both into that kiss, hands tangling in each other’s hair. Kaveh almost liked the way Al-Haitham pulled on his hair, almost. The blonde was more on the gentle side, caressing the scribe’s back.

Only did they break apart when Kaveh ran low on oxygen. Everything about this moment, everything about this kiss, was fucking hot and loving at the same time. With Al-Haitham of all people.

“Fuck, that felt good.” Al-Haitham mumbled breathlessly. Kaveh was stunned to hear the Al-Haitham, mister perfect, the most calm and collected man he probably knew, use words like ‘fuck’. Nor did he ever think he’d hear Al-Haitham’s pant to be this arousing.

Not that he minded.

The break didn’t last long before the gray haired man crashed his lips back onto the blondes, hungry for more. It was almost cute how Al-Haitham reacted. Kaveh had been with men before, never lasted long. Most of them were just fun nights.

This was… different. Kaveh wished, no, he dreamed of this. Al-Haitham was always on his mind. No matter how many men he slept with, Kaveh always imagined it was Al-Haitham pinning him down and fucking him senseless.

Once they parted again, the Acting Grand Sage oh-so-lovingly stroked Kaveh’s cheek. “You’re really pretty…” Al-Haitham whispered “so so pretty…”

Kaveh chuckled. This side of Al-Haitham was new, new and loving. And honestly, Kaveh’s heart fluttered when Al-Haitham called him pretty.

A few heated kisses later, the blonde felt a hand run down his chest and stopping on his hips, gripping onto them tightly. Hazily, fluttering his blonde eyelashes, Kaveh looked up. “What’re you going to do to me, hm?”

Al-Haitham stilled for a moment, pressing his thumb into Kaveh’s hip joint. Kaveh did not jump, thank you very much.

“I’m going to…” the scribe trailed off, a small smile tugging on his lips “I’m going to take my sweet time loving you.”

Kaveh’s face heated up. His heart jumped, it beat so strongly Kaveh was sure it might just burst out of his chest. The shiver he felt down his spine was nothing compared to the sweet little kisses Al-Haitham sputtered all over his neck.

God, he felt like he was dying.

Dying for more. The blonde was greedy. Too long had he not let show that he, in fact, loved his annoying roommate.

Wet kisses trailed down Kaveh’s neck, to his collarbone, as far as Al-Haitham could reach for now. A whine needily left Kaveh’s lips when Al-Haitham pulled back again to look at the architect.

Kaveh was so pretty, a gorgeous face, fierce red eyes and such a slim body. The grey haired man bit his lips. The warmth in his chest almost made it hard to breath, or maybe Kaveh simply was this breathtaking. And the whine, god, something in Al-Haitham’s pants twitched in reaction.

There was no backing out for the scribe now.

All this time he was longing for Kaveh, he would never admit that though. His heart ached whenever he saw those ugly bags under Kaveh’s eyes, whenever he knew Kaveh wouldn’t return home because he was out at some guy’s place that managed to woo the blonde.

Al-Haitham was almost convinced that nobody could understand or love Kaveh as much as he could. He knew Kaveh, probably more than one would think, all his little antics, just everything.

And finding out what the blonde likes, finding out what makes Kaveh moan out in pleasure was a thrilling thought to the scribe.

They clumsily fiddled with their clothes, trying to get out of them as quick as possible. Al-Haitham returned to his position above Kaveh, still treating the older man as if he was a fragile flower.

Calling Kaveh pretty was an understatement, he was gorgeous! One of the most beautiful things Al-Haitham ever saw in his life. The barely noticable freckles on Kaveh’s shoulders, the pale skin on his stomach, those plump lips and his perfect looking thighs. He really was a piece of art.

“Are you sure you want this?” Kaveh suddenly spoke up and reached for Al-Haitham’s cheeks to hold. The grey haired man blushed, this form of affection, touching, it was all kind of new.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

A sigh of relief left Kaveh’s lips before he smiled giddily. “That makes me really happy…”

Seeing the smile on Kaveh’s lips brought one onto Al-Haitham’s as well. He would love Kaveh the way nobody ever had.

The small kisses started on Kaveh’s neck again, going down slowly. Al-Haitham left no bruises, no hickey, even if Kaveh asked him to he could never.

With every little kiss, the heat in Kaveh’s body spread further. His groin throbbed so badly and he was sure of it, Al-Haitham’s slow pace was going to ruin him.

Kiss after kiss was planted on the blonde’s chest and down his stomach. The architect was already leaking even though the scribe hasn’t even touched his dick yet.

“My, aren’t you excited.” Al-Haitham teased much to Kaveh’s embarassment.

“Of course I am… with how well you’re treating me- Ah~”

The blonde moaned and winked in a teasing manner, causing Al-Haitham’s cheeks to flush bright red.

Warm and wet kisses trailed down Kaveh’s thighs before Al-Haitham stopped. He sat there, hesitantly, unsure what to do now. What was his plan even? He couldn’t remember. At that, the blonde smiled to himself, taking ahold of Al-Haitham’s face to guide him back up.

“Your inexperience is making you look adorable.” Kaveh grinned and took Al-Haitham’s hand “Shall I guide you? You don’t need to worry, I’ll tell you if I like it or not, okay?”

The scribe seemed conflicted at first but then he nodded slowly, letting Kaveh take his hand and guide it over the blonde’s body. Kaveh’s skin was so soft, something Al-Haitham always wished to touch in this way.

“And if you don’t like something you tell me right away, understood? No bearing in pain or discomfort, if you want to stop we stop.” The blonde squished the scribe’s cheeks lovingly and it warmed Al-Haitham’s heart that Kaveh was this caring.

“Understood.” He whispered and kissed Kaveh’s lips again. That was the only thing he knew how to do. Sex was never something Al-Haitham engaged and never wanted. Well, at least not with someone random.

Eventually Al-Haitham’s hand found Kaveh’s hips again. The smaller man adjusted his position and wrapped his arms around Al-Haitham’s neck to pull him down with him.

“I want you to open my drawer and take out that little pink glass container, please?” The blonde asked and Al-Haitham obeyed. He didn’t know what was inside nor did he ask. Kaveh spoke up again “Nari made that for me… it was a joke gift but… well now it’s actually getting to be used.”

The scribe totally didn’t blush or yelp when Kaveh moved Al-Haitham’s hand to the architect’s butt. His heart leaped and Al-Haitham watched Kaveh put some of that cold cream-like substance on his fingers.

“Watch and learn.” Kaveh purred teasingly.

With a deep breath, Al-Haitham watched Kaveh carefully, eyes fixated on the finger that the blonde shoved inside himself. He cringed, that looked painful but for some reason the architect looked and sounded to be in bliss.

The curiosity and thirst for knowledge couldn’t be stopped, so the scribe reached for Kaveh’s hand to replace it with his own. The blonde gave a reassuring and encouraging smile that had Al-Haitham’s chest warm up once more.

A moan followed, then another. The grey haired man wasn’t sure if he’s doing it right but taking in Kaveh’s sounds and pretty face, he must’ve been.

Shaky breaths left Kaveh’s lips. “Another one.”

Who was Al-Haitham to disobey? He did as he was told, carefully adding another finger. While he could never imagine how that could possibly feel good, he was happy to make Kaveh feel like that.

Too concentrated on the blondes needs, Al-Haitham hadn’t even noticed his throbbing dick, desperate for friction.

“Ohhh~ Haitham~ Please, please shove it in alreadyyy~”

That was fucking hot.

No matter how much he wanted to act annoyed Al-Haitham couldn’t help himself but blush and gasp in reaction to Kaveh’s moans.

“Okay… okay.” It took Al-Haitham a while to actually do it, but he positioned himself anyway. “Are you… sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Nonsense. You won’t hurt me.”

“But I-“

The kiss might’ve caught him off guard, but it helped him trust in Kaveh’s words.

Though, once again he found himself unsure of how to actually do it. He could sense the blonde watching him, he could practically hear the smile in Kaveh’s breathy moans.

“Haaaitham~” the architect giggled. “Here.”

The scribe jumped from the feeling of a hand on his ass, slowly and gently guiding his hips forward.

“You just push it in, okay? Slowly and carefully. If you feel like it wouldn’t fit or as if you shouldn’t push then don’t.”

Okay, yeah, Al-Haitham could do that. When even was the last time that he was this nervous anyway? This was Kaveh after all. With a deep breath, Al-Haitham slowly inserted himself, gaining a loud, satisfied moan from the man underneath him.

“Ohhh~ god~ you’re fucking big~”

Al-Haitham’s eyes narrowed and he growled, partially playfully and partially because Kaveh did not need to be loud like that.

“Shut.” Al-Haitham sneered to which the architect laughed. The playful kisses on his neck and the growling that followed only made Kaveh laugh more.

Were they just about to have sex? Well, yes. Did that stop them from being silly? Not at all.

Al-Haitham pushed in fully. Both of them panted, taking breaths to calm down. The grey haired man waited, specifically, for Kaveh to say something. The blonde gently gripped Al-Haitham’s shoulders and sighed breathlessly. “You may move…”

It was an awfully slow pace that Al-Haitham moved with. He pulled back, slowly and carefully, and pushed back in just as slow. Kaveh whined, that was both hot and annoying at the same time. His moans were long and soft, the grip he had on Al-Haitham’s shoulders slowly tightened.

“Faster… Please, Haitham, move faster~”

But the pleads fell on deaf ears. The slow pace continued and as much as the blonde hated it, he got riled up more and more from that.

“Haaaithaaam~” a needy moan rumbled through his throat “Pleaaaase~”

Maybe, just maybe, Al-Haitham enjoyed these needy and pleading moans. He smirked and finally, after minutes of building up, he finally started to move faster.

Kaveh’s eyes closed and he arched his back when Al-Haitham’s tip collided with his prostate. He grit his teeth, growling and moaning in pleasure.

“Oh… oh~ yes~ mmm~” Those sweet noises were music to Al-Haitham’s ear, while he only panted a bit and occasionally gasped or groaned out in pleasure himself.

Sounds of skin slapping against skin and moaning slowly filled the room. Kaveh had to stop himself from screaming out in ecstasy because he was well aware that anybody passing by outside might hear it.

The bed creaked softly, and Al-Haitham felt himself close to his peak.

“Kaveh…. Ka-veh~ fuck… I think I’ll come.” Al-Haitham groaned softly. The blonde moaned in response and nodded his head. “a little more, baby….!~” the blond whined.

The Acting Grand Sage could barely keep himself together. His insides felt tense, pressure too much to handle. The blonde felt much the same, so much that his nails painfully digged into Al-Haitham’s shoulders.

A few moments later Al-Haitham couldn’t hold it anymore. He pulled out, releasing his load onto Kaveh and partially himself. The blonde followed right after, whining because he had actually prefered Al-Haitham to fill him up.

“Mmm~ Haithaaam~” The blonde pouted and pleaded “why did you pull out? You meanie…”

Even after sex Kaveh was the same as always, which made Al-Haitham smile in amusement. The taller man let himself fall on top of his roommate, tired sigh leaving him.

“Oi! You’re heavy!”

“Hm? Too bad I don’t care.”

“Augh?! You little shit!”

And again, they were laughing, Kaveh ruffling the scribe’s hair in a playful manner.

Once they settled down Al-Haitham hummed softly. His hand mindlessly caressed Kaveh’s  messy hair while he let the blonde cuddle against his chest.

“I love you.”

A ghost of a kiss pressed against the architect’s forehead. Kaveh smiled tiredly, his eye fluttering slightly. His chest felt warm, his stomach felt tingly, butterflies flying around in it. Taking  a deep breath of Al-Haitham’s scent, he opened his mouth.

“I love you too.”

#genshin impact #fanfiction #m/m #kaveh #alhaitham #kaveh x alhaitham #kavetham #haikaveh #smut #genshin smut #genshin fanfic #genshin kaveh #genshin alhaitham #lemon #smut fanfiction #alhaitham x kaveh #m/m smut

[marimosalad]

I heard it was Silvergifting Week 🔥💍🎁

(There is a Saurondriel aspect to this drawing… more to come 🌶️ )

#annatar #sauron #celebrimbor #silvergifting #annatar lord of gifts #annatar x celebrimbor #sauron x Celebrimbor #my art #marimosalad #smut #lotr smut #silm art #silm smut #hot sauron #mairon #smut art #m/m smut #silvergiftingweek

[wrathmourne]

You Seem Tense

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy Relationship: Leander Prewett / reader (amab) Warnings: 18+ explicit, m/m, making out, mutual masturbation, bathtub sex Summary: After a particularly infuriating set of events that came your way, you decide to have a relaxing evening in the Prefects' Bathroom. Someone else, however, has the same idea.

Preview: "... all of my common sense was off the table when I broke my arm and my broom. Albie at Spintwitches said it probably couldn’t be salvaged.”

“I’m sorry, mate.” Leander spoke, eyes looking over your relaxed state. He couldn’t help but stare, the silence making you open your eyes to look at him, catching him in the act. Leander quickly looked away, redness spreading into his upper cheeks.

You let out a small chuckle, watching him look away. “I don’t mind if you look, you know.”

“There’s a lot more that I’d like to do besides look.” Leander admitted, his voice becoming a bit sheepish.

Read on ao3

#leander prewett x reader #leander prewett x m!reader #leander prewett smut #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #m/m smut

[sunstar93]

I just really needed to write them getting down while Kaveh wears a skirt ✨ please enjoy this Haikaveh oneshot that’s been rotting my brain for a while now

#genshin impact #alhaitham #kaveh #haikaveh #genshin fanfic #fanfic #m/m smut #totally don’t already have a multi chapter fic in the works for them

[fail-eacan]

I just watched a youtube video about the prevelance of m/m shipping and comparative lack of f/f (and even m/f) in fandoms across the board. The maker of the video had many good points but what really struck me was realising just how much focus fanfiction puts on penetrative sex.

Not a topic I thought I’d be writing about ever, but here we are!

The youtuber (ObviouslyQueer) pointed it out and I can’t unsee it. The was sex in fandom is framed as all building to orgasm as its only purpose, the way that orgasm is expressed through male vocabulary in a way I just can’t even imagine a female equivalent for, it just blows my mind and I can’t even adequately describe to you how much of a breakthrough this feels like to me.

I have never had sex or watched porn of any variety, and partially due to that and partially due to my surprisingly prudish nature when it comes to displays of affection in my writing, I have never written anything that could be interpreted as sexual.

But if I were asked to, I could give you both m/m and f/m smut within a few minutes. Easily. I know the format. I know exactly how it all works out, at least in fanfic. I know the patterns.

Not so for f/f. Where would I even start? I haven’t read anything that discusses sti prevention in f/f relationships, I don’t know how consent or a conversation about sexual encounters would work in an f/f relationship. I can’t even picture it. How does it come about? What happens during? What happens after? Fundamentally, I don’t know how f/f sex works. And I couldn’t write anything about it. I don’t know any type of sex, but I could fake it with f/m and m/m. Why is this?

Additionally, what little f/f fic I’ve read has either had no sex, or had some sort of substitute penis- shapeshifting, straps, toys. And it always reads like something a kindergartener glued together in the dark. Because nobody has a clue what they’re talking about. And some people must, right? Why do they not write about it? Is it that stupid repression of female sexuality makes it feel awkward in a way other sex scenes aren’t?

I know it’s partially lack of representation and partially internalised misogyny but why does it feel so fake?

I think I’m rambling and also wording stuff wrong I just need to get this out and I’m still in my eureka mindframe.

#mlm #flm #flf #f/f fic #m/m smut #f/f smut #misogyne is how you spell it maybe help #sexuality #fanfic #fandom #this is genuine #lgbt representation #wolfstar #solangelo #buddie

[thefamilybruno]

The Prince and the Peasant - Complete!

Gorgeous artwork by Andrea Meier :D

Summary:

Adam Alexandre Alsace du Maurier lives in a shining castle in France’s countryside. When an old beggar woman comes to Adam’s castle seeking shelter from a winter storm, he turns her away, cold and indifferent to her suffering. After she transforms into a beautiful Enchantress, she strips away Adam’s title and wealth, cursing him to live as a peasant with the hope that he will learn the value of community and kindness.

In a daze, Adam wanders through the woods, the memory of his encounter with the magical woman cloudy and fragmented. When Adam stumbles into a nearby tavern, Gaston Legume, a respected member of the community, offers to take Adam into his home, both to uphold his stellar reputation and to impress the woman he wants to marry.

Life in the village proves to be more difficult than Adam had expected and having a supposed nobleman as a roommate stretches Gaston’s patience to its limits. Through many conflicts and arguments, Gaston and Adam's relationship transforms, first into friendship, and then into something more.

But one night, a shimmering rose blossoms to life in Adam’s mind, and as winter turns to spring, its petals begin to fall, leading Adam to wonder: what will happen once it wilts?

Pairing: Gaston/Adam

Tags: Happy Ending, Fluffy Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Roommates, Canonical Alternate Universe

Rating: E

click below for excerpt from the final chapter :)

Gaston leaned forward and touched their lips together - a feather-light kiss, so unlike the one they had shared at the end of the ceremony. Emboldened by Gaston’s timidity, Adam hooked a hand behind Gaston’s neck and deepened it, kissing Gaston with such ferocity that it destabilized both of them, and before Adam could even attempt to fix his own stance, Gaston fell forward, one of his hands clutching the left lapels of Adam’s coat, causing Adam to fall too. The next few events happened so fast that Adam barely had time to process them.

The table flipped.

Adam fell backward.

Gaston fell on top of him.

Two hundred cream puffs rolled onto the floor.

Children rushed forward to devour them.

Everyone roared with laughter.

It was, without a doubt, the best moment of Adam’s life.

Gaston pushed himself up, but stayed on top of Adam, hovering over him as they both lost themselves to laughter. In only seconds, Gaston had started laughing hard enough that he needed to reach up and wipe tears from his eyes.

“What the hell was that, prince?” Gaston was barely able to stop laughing long enough to ask. “Were you trying to ravish me in front of our friends?”

“I have no idea,” Adam said, still laughing too. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

Gaston reached out and plucked a stray cream puff up from the floor. He shoved it into his mouth and hummed with pleasure. Adam pretended to be disgusted.

“What?” Gaston asked with his mouth full. “They’re delicious.”

“That was on the floor, you know.”

As soon as Adam said it, he knew what was coming. Gaston found another cream puff and tried to shove it into Adam’s mouth too. Adam twisted his face, trying to avoid it.

“Stop!”

“Mmmm…yummy cream puff,” Gaston said, taunting him. “Open up.”

“No!”

Somehow, Gaston succeeded. He shoved the little pastry into Adam’s mouth and bellowed a victorious, cocky laugh.

#batb fanfic #beauty and the beast #beautyandthebeastfanfiction #disney fanfiction #batb 91 #adam/gaston #beast/gaston #m/m fiction #m/m romance #m/m smut #enemies to friends to lovers

[arcadianstorm]

Steve got distracted by his muse ❤️ FULL NSFW-> A03 | Twitter | BlueSky | Pillowfort

#shrinkyclinks #stucky #stevebucky #nsft art #nsft account #fanart #steve rogers #bucky barnes #preserum steve #winter soldier #captain america #smut #m/m smut #my otp

[the-iceni-bitch]

𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝕳𝖊'𝖘 𝕭𝖔𝖗𝖓

𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜

𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚙𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝.

𝙰𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢

𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜

Words: 1.3k

Relationship: minotaur!Bucky Barnes x chubby!prince male reader

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m/m sex, fellatio, rimming), soft reassuring Bucky, fatphobia, self-loathing language, hurt/comfort, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Who knows, maybe I’ll actually get all of these churned out before February. Wouldn’t that be neat?

You told yourself you were not going to cry. Not in front of your brothers, and definitely not in front of your father.

Your little mental pep talk did nothing to stop the stinging in your eyes, though. It was hard to stay strong when they were being so cruel. The flat of one of their tourney swords smacked against your stomach when you missed your chance to shield it and all of them laughed. All of them except your father, who just looked angry and disappointed in you. Just like he always did.

The hours in the training yard were always torturous, but they had become especially unbearable ever since your mother had announced her intention to begin the process of finding you a wife. For some reason their taunts about your soft belly and questioning of your manhood began to sting all the more. Not even your haven in the library was safe, you could hear their japes and laughter following you through the corridors of your family’s castle. You hated it, and you hated them, the prospect of finally running away becoming more and more tempting as their unkindness grew to be too much.

Today you didn’t think you could take it. As soon as training was complete and you were out of your leathers you made your way to the castle gate, trying your best not to run and give them further cause to torment you. You couldn’t be around them anymore. There was only one place where you felt truly safe, truly yourself.

The ruins at the edge of the city took less than half an hour to reach, and as soon as you saw them you felt a sense of peace. The broken fountains still flowed with clear, sweet water that you could drink or bathe in, fragrant flowers bloomed in the shade of the shattered rocky walls, and soft grass covered the ground that wind through a labyrinth of stones and statues.

But the thing that made this place feel truly like your refuge was hidden, known only to you and yours alone. You heard the deep rumble of his voice before you even saw him, the tears you had been struggling to hold back beginning to fall as you let yourself collapse on a bed of hyacinths.

“Little prince?” You could feel his massive hooves making the earth tremble as he rounded the corner to find you, trying to smile in spite of yourself and failing miserably. “What is wrong, my love? Why do you cry?”

“The same reason I always cry.” As soon as Bucky knelt next to you you rested your head in his lap, letting out a pathetic sob but unable to care when he stroked your head with a massive hand. “I hate my father and my brothers, they make me so miserable. Maybe I really will just live here with you and survive off honey and wine.”

“It is not a bad way to live, little prince.” Bucky smiled warmly at you when you turned your body so you could peer at his face. “But you deserve all the riches and spoils of castle life. My little prince should be pampered.”

“I’m too pampered.” Your little huff of frustration made Bucky chuckle. “I am! I’m soft and weak. Even though I hate hearing it from them I know they’re right.”

“That’s enough.” The deep growl of Bucky’s voice let you know he was not pleased with you speaking about yourself in such a way, and you swallowed the rest of your self-loathing when you saw his brow furrow. He was suddenly pinning you to the ground and blowing out heavy breaths that warmed your face, and you were reminded just how enormous the minotaur you had taken for a love was. “You are not weak, and your softness is beautiful. Would a weak man let a monster love him? Would a weak man be able to show such vulnerability? I will not listen to you say such things about yourself, not when you are the man I am in love with. I do not know how many times I will have to show you just how much you are worth, but I will do it over and over again.”

Your attempt to argue was quickly muffled by his lips, every thought in your head suddenly disappearing when his thick, warm tongue lapped at yours and his hands tugged at your tunic. Before you knew it you were bare beneath him, gazing up at him with widened eyes when he pulled back from your kiss then whimpering as he began to nuzzle his way down your torso.

“Buck…”

“Hush.” He stopped at the soft bulge of your stomach, kissing every inch of skin reverently as your cock started to twitch and grow hard. “Just let me love you, little prince.”

All you could do was sigh and let your eyes drift closed as he kept kissing and licking your stomach, relishing the feeling of his strong hands gripping your fleshy thighs and spreading them wide while he worshiped his favorite part of you. He adored how soft and bountiful your body was, how sensitive you were to his ministrations and the noises that escaped from you when you finally relax and let him love you like you deserved. When you giggled at the ring in his nose tickling your navel you could feel him grinning against your skin, a soft chuff of his breath warming your stomach before his tongue flicked out to tease the head of your cock.

His mouth on you was like elysium, your body rolling under him and your breath leaving you in a whine as he began to drag his broad, heavy tongue along the length of you. Bucky always did his best to take his time and appreciate every inch of you, but you couldn’t help but get worked up so quickly it was almost embarrassing. You never really could be embarrassed around your minotaur, though. He knew every inch of you and loved you just the same. He was the only truly comforting thing in your life. And by the gods, he made you feel incredible.

Hours or merely seconds may have passed since he started licking your cock. Time lost all meaning when you were with him like this, but you would never complain about it. When his lips wrapped around you it was impossible to keep yourself from moaning obscenely, your back arching as he began to take you deeper and deeper into his hot, wet mouth.

Then his tongue slithered lower, dragging over your balls then even further even as he kept his lips wrapped tightly around your cock. Your body arched and you cried out beneath him when he started to lap at your sensitive rim, barely holding yourself back from erupting in his mouth. But then Bucky hummed around you and you couldn’t contain yourself any longer, digging your fingers into the soft grass beneath you as you filled Bucky’s mouth with your seed.

“Mmmm,” Bucky grinned and licked his lips as he pulled away from you, winking when you could only whimper in response to the sight of your cum dribbling from the corner of his mouth. “My little prince is so sweet. Was that enough or do you still need to be convinced you are worthy of being cherished?”

“It… it was more than enough.” You sighed when he kissed you, laughing softly when he wrapped you in his arms and rolled onto his back so you were laying on top of him. “I can never stay sad when I know you love me, Bucky.”

#natalie writes #monstrous mayhem #kinktober 2023 #minotaur!bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky #bucky barnes x male reader #bucky x male reader #marvel x male reader #bucky x reader #male reader #male!reader #chubby reader #eighteen plus #m/m romance #m/m smut #m/m fanfic #marvel au

[4joonkookie2]

Secret (ch.1)

cr. @thereforjkk13

Pairing: Namjoon x Jungkook

Words: 4.4K

Summary: Namjoon and Jungkook fuck A LOT. Jungkook is SO horny. They explore something new. They are SO in love and SO in denial. Namjoon wants to tell Jungkook how he feels. Bangtan's Love & Support is unmatched.

Tags: smut, porn, sex, switch!Joon, switch!JK, rough sex, anal sex, oral sex, semi-public sex, PDA, secret relationship, horny JK, I Love you, denial of feelings, angst, love, anal play, sex toys, butt plugs.

<3&lt;3<3

1:54 PM

The afternoon sun peeks in through the windows as Namjoon watches Jungkook sleep. He strokes his hair, admiring his beauty.

They’ve spent many days in the last few months like this, Jungkook sleeping late into the afternoon and Namjoon just watching. 

Jungkook lays on his back, the half-hard cock resting on his inner thigh can be seen through the outline of the sheets. 

Namjoon pulls the sheets away and leans down, bracing himself on his arms to plant little kisses on Jungkook's tummy, drawn to his cock and nestling his face where Jungkook's thighs meet his crotch.

Jungkook stirs again, tangling a hand in Namjoon’s hair. Namjoon makes contact, dragging his tongue up Jungkook’s shaft before taking the tip into his mouth and sliding his tongue around the top.

“Hyung_” Jungkook whines, voice groggy with sleep.

Namjoon has cultivated a finesse about this now, knowing the best way to work his tongue and hands on Jungkook. He knows how to look at him and see how he’s feeling, how to drive him wild. It was foregin at first, and Namjoon had to clumsily find his own way, but now he enjoys himself, pleasing Jungkook like this. 

Namjoon fully swallows Jungkook, bobbing over his shaft. Jungkook keeps his eyes closed. Sinking to the base, he tests himself to see how long he can hold Jungkook. He stifles his gags, showing off. 

Looking up, Namjoon locks eyes with Jungkook, eager for his approval, wanting to show him how well he can take Jungkook down his throat.

“Fuck” Jungkook curses. He pulls Namjoon off and lets his own cock throb in the open air for a moment before pulling Namjoon's head up and crashing their lips together. 

“Mmph_ fuck me…,” Jungkook whines between kisses.

Namjoon obeys, pushing Jungkook's knees apart and to his chest, wasting no time sliding inside. Jungkook cries out, still wet and open from the night before. Namjoon reaches to the nightstand and pours lube over where he's already inside Jungkook.

Locking two arms around his thighs, Namjoon shoves a tongue in his mouth, stifling moans of oversensitivity as he pounds into Jungkook again . Jungkook is moaning loudly, enjoying himself. His beautiful voice echoes in the room. 

“The neighbors are gonna hear you,” Namjoon warns through thrusts, though he loves it. Namjoon would love for everyone to know Jungkook is making these sounds because of him. Still, it would be disastrous if they know who lives here.

He presses a hand over Jungkook’s mouth and plows into him as hard as his body will allow. Their wet skin slapping together is as loud as Jungkook's moaning, if not louder. 

A futile attempt, Namjoon moves his hand to tug at Jungkook's cock instead. Jungkook lets out muffled squeaks as Namjoon pulses inside, messying his swollen hole again.

Namjoon lets himself fall out of Jungkook, watching cum spill from his puffy pink rim. He uses the edge of the bedsheet to wipe Jungkook's wet tummy. They collapse and lay, basking in their afterglow. Jungkook's face, red from friction. Namjoon looks at Jungkook and laughs, endeared. 

“What?” Jungkook giggles while catching his breath. 

“Nothing,” Namjoon soothes. “I like your voice.” He kisses his cheek.   

Jungkook senses Namjoon is making fun of him and gives him a playful shove where they lay next to each other on the bed. 

“You don’t know how good it feels,” Jungkook says, with a pout. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Namjoon smiles.

Jungkook cuddles close to Namjoon, placing a hand on his chest with puppy dog eyes on display.

“I want to show you.” He looks at Namjoon seriously now. “Would you let me?” he asks, stroking fingers down his arm.

Namjoon's chest heats. He’s certainly thought about it. He’s thought about how and when it might fall along this journey with Jungkook. 

Jungkook really loves it. And Namjoon is certainly curious. 

“When?” Namjoon asks. 

Jungkook looks at his watch. “Well…we still have a few hours before we need to leave,” he says, raising an eyebrow and leaning in to kiss him. 

“Maybe after?” Namjoon suggests, when they pull apart.

“Yeah?” Jungkook says, excitedly. 

“What will we do?” Namjoon asks, nervous. 

Jungkook scratches the freshly buzzed hair behind his head. “We can do whatever makes you feel good,” he begins. “And we can stop when it doesn’t”. Jungkook kisses him again. “And we’ll get clean first,” he suggests, pulling Namjoon off the bed by his hand. 

They head to the shower in an almost coordinated routine. Namjoon turns on the water while Jungkook inspects his pores in the mirror, like they always do.

Namjoon looks at Jungkook's reflection from behind him and grabs the nape of his waist like he always does. They Inhale the natural musk of each other one last time before rinsing clean, like they always do. 

Namjoon can't remember the name or purpose of this event they are preparing to go to, some fundraiser. He just knows he and Jungkook will have to keep their distance. It gets harder to pretend with each passing day. 

Mindlessly soaping his body, Jungkook seems distracted. 

“What are you thinking?” Namjoon queries. Although, he already knows. It’s the same thing he’s thinking.

“I wish we could go together,” Jungkook admits, aloud.

“Me too,” Namjoon soothes. 

It was so hot at first, sneaking around. Trapping themselves behind locked doors and making secret claims on each other, leaving hidden little love bites and hickeys on skin that no one will see. The heat of knowing they’re the only two in on this secret.

But now they just want to be together, to stop hiding. Namjoon wants to be honest. 

He continues out loud, “I thought about just telling them, you know? Just getting it out there.”

“What would you say?” Jungkook asks, water spilling down his strong shoulders. 

Namjoon feels the words bubbling up inside him and threatening to spill over, the most basic explanation for what’s been going on the last few months. He searches for the courage in himself to say it to Jungkook right now, let him be the first to know. Jungkook looks up at him in anticipation. 

“I don’t know,” Namjoon lowers his head. “I guess by the time I find the words, they don’t sound right anymore”. 

They shower in silence, letting the risky words fade away. 

“It’s just a few hours,” Namjoon assures, lightening the mood. “And then…”

“And then…” Jungkook rubs suddy hands over Namjoon's plump ass, laying a playful smack with a smile, “I can have my way with you?”

Namjoon nods and they kiss, water rinsing the worry from their bodies. 

5:29 PM

The event starts like any other. Namjoon arrives and approaches most of the group where they sit at a table. 

“Where is Jungkook?” Jimin asks Namjoon right away. They’d taken separate cars to avoid suspicion. 

“I don’t know,” Namjoon brushes Jimin off and shrugs. “He said in the group chat that he's on his way.” He pulls out his chair and sits down between Jimin and Yoongi. 

Jimin shoots him a knowing look and Namjoon darts away from his gaze.

“There he is,” Taehyung says, and Namjoon tries to settle the butterflies in his stomach. 

Jungkook greets the group and moves to sit at an empty seat before Yoongi stops him and wordlessly trades places with him, pulling him by the shoulders and positioning him to sit next to Namjoon. 

Namjoon and Jungkook exchange a look but Jungkook pushes through, acting casual. He’s barely sitting down before Jimin continues his interrogation. 

“So what did you guys do after practice last night?” Jimin says. A loud thud comes from beneath the table and Jimin receives what looks like death glares from the rest of the group.

Jungkook replies right away, unbothered.  “I went to bed, I was beat after practice yesterday.”

Namjoon watches the glares ease off Jimin, but Jimin won’t take his berating eyes off of Namjoon, who takes a healthy sip of his cocktail, preparing to fill-in his part of the lie. 

He stammers at first. “I went to the gym.” 

Jimin's face lights up “Oh, so you saw Taehyung?” Jimin cheerfully announces. “TH, you went to the gym after practice last night, right?”

THs eyes go wide, shaking his head at Jimin. Namjoon's stomach sinks. 

Divinely, some acquaintance gleefully approaches Namjoon as the leader of the group with a jolly handshake, removing him from the situation and pulling him into a conversation.

Namjoon tries to shake off this bad vibe, chalking it up to a naturally dramatic Jimin.

8:26 PM

The night goes on and liquor flows, Namjoon intentionally keeps his distance from both Jungkook and Jimin.

Namjoon finds himself a bit overserved, feeling unsteady on his own two feet. The bartenders are heavy handed. If the booze flows, the money will too.

He takes a moment to himself in a bathroom, splashes water on his face. 

The weight of the secret and whatever part of it Jimin knows, weighs on him. His mind is fuzzy around the edges from alcohol. 

Namjoon gets his bearings, he’ll never hear the end of it from management if he’s sloppy drunk. He opens the bathroom door to the hallway and feels every muscle in his body relax when he sees Jungkook exit the bathroom door next to him. 

Jungkook latches onto his arm right away, cheeks flushed pink and looking a bit tipsy himself.

“They're pouring strong tonight_” Jungkook starts, laughing. 

“I know!” Namjoon interrupts and they both giggle, taking a sweet private moment with each other. 

Jungkook peeks over Namjoon's shoulder to check the coast is clear and steals a kiss. Namjoon grabs him by the waist and pulls him close, letting the comfort last a little longer. 

Jungkook attempts to pull himself together. “Ok, I'm going back out, how do I look?” He straightens his suit jacket and runs a hand through his hair.

The words burn holes in Namjoon's throat again, looking at Jungkook. He wants to say the words to his expectant face. He wants to get back to the apartment, lock the door and stay inside with the words.

“Perfect,” he replies. Settling for one word that doesn’t say it all but communicates a truth.

Jungkook heads out of the hallway first and Namjoon lingers for a minute before heading out behind him. 

9:36 PM

Namjoon has relaxed a bit, has sobered just enough while chatting with another group. 

He sees a far less sober Jungkook and Jimin across the room. Jimin is handsy with Jungkook. Too handsy, rubbing Jungkook’s thighs under their table. Jimin intentionally flirts with Jungkook and locks eyes with Namjoon, gaging his reaction. 

Namjoon watches Jimin hand slide up to grab at Jungkook's crotch. Worst of all, Jungkook drunkenly leans into it, softly thrusting into his hand. 

Namjoon turns to face the other way, afraid the feelings will swallow him whole. 

He’s infuriated that Jimin would cause a scene like this at all when they’re in public, at a work event. 

Jealous of how keen and familiar to Jimin's touch Jungkook seemed. Mortified at the unraveling of his own secret.

He takes a deep breath. When he turns back, a wobbly Jungkook approaches, Jimin following behind with an indignant look on his face. 

Bold and touchy, he pushes Namjoon to plop into a chair just below him. He sits directly in his lap, draping arms around his neck. The group Namjoon was speaking to politely excuses themselves with judgmental eyes.

Namjoon is stunned, unsure of what to do but glad Jungkook came to Namjoon with this horny energy.

“Meet me in the bathroom?” Jungkook moans in Namjoon’s ear, nearly grinding on his lap.

“We can leave soon,” Namjoon offers, doing his best to untangle his body from Jungkook’s and tries to get him in the chair next to him. 

“No, hyungie, please , '' he pouts, scooting to his lap again. “Need you now,” 

Namjoon is hypnotized as Jimin stares with contempt.

“We can go now ,” Namjoon gives in, breath quickening and cock already succumbing to Jungkook in his pants, uncaring of Jimin's glare. 

Just then, Seokjin and Hoseok lock eyes with Namjoon and dart away, avoiding his gaze. Then, they lock eyes with Yoongi who marches directly towards them. 

Yoongi beckons Jungkook to come greet an acquaintance nearby, pulling him away from Namjoon. As they walk off, Yoongi turns and gives a scolding look to Namjoon.

He watches the three men exchange a final look and nod to each other like they've accomplished a mission. In the corner of the room, Jimin is clearly being reprimanded by Seokjin and Hoseok. 

It's then when Namjoon recognizes he’s on the opposite end of a familiar situation. 

They’re doing damage control. And it's not for Jimin or Jungkook. It's for him . 

Thoughts race about what he could do to damage control the damage control, as if he had any control left. 

Taehyung and Yoongi return with Jungkook, both with an arm at the small of his back. Jungkook is certainly inebriated but was clearly unfooled by Yoongi's weak distraction. 

“Namjoon…” Yoongi says, authoritatively. “Jungkook is sloppy. You need to take him home.”

“I’m fine.” Jungkook says calmly, rolling his eyes with crossed arms.

It's then when Hoseok, Seokjin and Jimin rejoin the group, Jimin barely looking like he's been put in his place. 

Yoongi rolls his eyes at Jungkook. 

“Yes, you’re fine but you’re sloppy and it’s better you get home.”

“I just requested my car,”  Jimin pipes up and offers. “You guys take it,” he says. “I’ll get another one.” He looks at Namjoon. His eyes are softer now, less menacing. 

Namjoon doubles down.

 “I’m staying,” he bluffs, grabbing a drink from a passing tray. “You should walk Jungkook down, make sure he gets in safe.”

Jimin laughs, tongue in cheek “Namjoon…,” Jimin sassily starts, good will depleted. Hoseok pulls him back, whispers something in his ear. Jimin lets it go. 

Jungkook turns to leave on his own, taking a drink on the way out. 

They both bluff, waiting for the other to chase after Jungkook. 

Jimin gives in first and sends Taehyung. “Go with him,” he instructs. Taehyung follows Jungkook. 

Namjoon faces off with the remaining members, most of whom have sympathetic looks on their faces. 

Jimin scoffs. “You know, you're not keeping the secret you think you are.”

“Jimin…” Seokjin warns. 

“What does that mean?" Namjoon snarls, getting chest to chest with Jimin. 

Jimin takes a deep breath, takes a step back from Namjoon. 

“It means…” Jimin starts. “Right now, everybody knows you and Jungkook are going to his apartment. So, just... get there. So we know you're safe.” He looks back briefly at the other members. “You don’t have anything to prove to us,” he assures with a nod. But we all know what management will say about it, so we'll stay and finish up here. Just let someone know when you get home.”

Namjoon nods and feels his body go numb. He slowly turns to walk out of the room and when he finally is, he starts running .

They all know. And they were just keeping up his lie out of respect. 

He hears Jimin's voice as he runs down the stairs of the lobby. You’re not keeping the secret you think you are.

He runs from the voice, knowing he can’t properly consider the situation until his mind clears tomorrow. All he can focus on right now is making his way to Jungkook. 

He beats himself up for letting Jungkook leave alone and choosing the lie over him. He wishes he’d said the words he wanted so badly to say earlier. 

The pavement pounds under his feet until he runs into Taehyung stalling a drunken Jungkook in the doorway of the private car. 

Taehyung tells Jungkook goodbye and respectfully nods to Namjoon, making a quick exit. 

“Taehyung?” Namjoon stops him and he turns. 

“Thank you,” Namjoon says. It’s a message for everyone and he’s sure Taehyung knows that. 

Taehyung nods. “Tell us when you get home?” he adds. 

Namjoon nods back. Home .

He gets in the car and shuts the door to the outside world, closing he and Jungkook in. 

Jungkook clumsily draws up the partition. He mauls Namjoon right away, horny and eager, climbing him again. 

Namjoon grabs Jungkook hy his arms, nearly wrestling to get him underneath, following his natural instincts. Then, he remembers the plans they have, the role he might take tonight. 

He realizes Jungkook is trying to do the same, struggling to get Namjoon under his touch. Namjoon relaxes and let's Jungkook take him, he leans him back on the seat, and gives him a sweet long kiss, slowing their pace. The moment offers a chance for Namjoon's emotions to settle.

Jungkook's hands slide to Namjoon's hips and up his torso. Jungkook's eyes drag up his body, settling on his lips. His pupils are blown but focused on Namjoon. Heavy breaths, in and out.

Jungkook looks at Namjoon in his arms like he might eat him whole and it sends electricity through Namjoon's body, being looked at like this.

“Do you still want to? Jungkook glides his hand up Namjoon's thigh. 

“Yes”, Namjoon whispers, pulling Jungkook's face for another kiss. Jungkook unbuttons Namjoon's shirt, exposing his muscled chest. He sets kisses on the side of Namjoon's neck, breath hitching when Jungkook starts to suck marks to his collarbone.

Jungkook moves to take his nipples into his mouth, teasing them, squeezing his rounded pecs. Namjoon let's little moans fall from his lips. It's the same way Jungkook let’s him know he's pleased by what he's doing. 

The car comes to a stop and the doors unlock. They quickly get themselves together and Jungkook takes Namjoon by the hand, guiding him to a brand new place.

10:48 PM

When they enter the dark foyer, Jungkook is riled, yanking down at the fabric of Namjoon's pants like he's a man starved and Namjoon is the meal he needs. Jungkook turns him so he faces the wall with hands braced against it. Namjoon closes his eyes, breath quickening, knowing it’s coming. 

Jungkook spreads Namjoon's ass cheeks, eyes centered at his untouched hole. 

“Can I, hyung?” He asks for permission. 

Namjoon removes his shirt and jacket. “Go slow,” he whispers, sensing Jungkook's hurried pace. Jungkook nods, takes a deep breath, and sinks down. 

Namjoon gasps when Jungkook plants soft, wet kisses on his rim. JK traces his finger around, acclimating to Namjoon. He gently presses his tongue and licks a stripe up. 

Namjoon is shocked by the tickle to his body, sweat beading on his face and chest. He rises up to his tiptoes and Jungkook spreads his ass even wider, burying his face inside. Namjoon bares down, fingertips gripping the wall and groans, legs shaking on his tiptoes.

“Bed,” Jungkook demands and stands, frantically removing his clothes. He thinks twice and wipes his mouth before kissing Namjoon’s forehead and leading him to the bed. 

Namjoon crawls on his knees on the mattress, embracing his role and Jungkook groans.

“Mmm, Like that,” he encourages a shy Namjoon with a grope on his ass. “Show me.” Jungkook caresses the curve of Namjoon’s ass, grazing gentle fingertips against his skin.

Namjoon has had his body worshiped and touched by Jungkook a million times. But this was different. He feels vulnerable, beautiful. It’s a feeling he’s always avoided and let others have. 

Namjoon recognizes the way Jungkook is looking at him now. His eyes are dark and focused, like he's about to get something he really wants, something he needs and can’t get enough of. 

Jungkook urges Namjoon to lay face down, ass up and latches his lips to Namjoon's pussy again, sinking his tongue inside. He pushes in and out, fucking with his tongue at this new angle. He lets his whole mouth cover Namjoon's opening, filling the air with lewd sounds of sucking, licking, and swallowing. 

Namjoon rests his hand on his folded forearms, breath hitching through whimpers. Jungkook let's off and Namjoon tries to catch his breath. He's shaking, body on fire. He gasps and shudders when cold lube spills down his crack. 

“Ready?” Jungkook asks, swirling the tip of his lubed finger around Namjoon. 

Namjoon silently nods into his own arms. 

“Yes?” Jungkook tries to confirm, placing his hand on Namjoon's back.

He looks behind his shoulder at Jungkook. “Yes.”

Nodding, Jungkook pushes his finger inside and keeps it still. Namjoon grunts in discomfort. 

“It hurts,” Namjoon shakes out, reaching behind himself to grab Jungkook. 

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook soothes. 

“Just. Slow.” he says, releasing the death grip on Jungkook's wrist. Jungkook pulls his finger back and pushes in again, down to the webbing. Namjoon's shaky pants fill the air.

“Does it still hurt?” Jungkook questions after a few pumps of his finger. 

“Yes.” Namjoon replies. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” Namjoon pants. Jungkook twists his wet finger, opening him. 

“Does it feel good?” Jungkook asks.

“Yes,” Namjoon squeaks, feeling Jungkook stretch him from the inside.

Jungkook licks his lips and pushes in again, leaning down to lap his tongue overtop his working hand. Namjoon gasps, still adjusting to Jungkook's welcome intrusion. 

“Does it stop hurting?” he asks. Jungkook removes his mouth before answering.

“I think it always hurts at first, even still,” he explains, continuing to finger Namjoon. “But eventually it starts to feel...” his voice trails off, searching for the right word.

“Ah!_” Namjoon cries out, feeling like he's made it to the other side of something. He moves his hips to ride Jungkook's hand. Jungkook stays still, watching Namjoon's body work. Then, he deepens the bend in his back, ass high in the air.

“More,” he whispers and Jungkook slips in a second finger immediately. Namjoon's shaky grunts evolve to rhythmic moans. He whines when Jungkook pulls his scissoring fingers out of his body to guide him to his back, settling Namjoon’s head on the pillows and reaching to the nightstand. 

“Can I use this?”Jungkook holds up a toy from the drawer. 

Namjoon scans the unassuming toy before replying. “Just_” 

“Go slow,” Jungkook finishes. “I will,” he promises. 

He powers the vibrating plug on the lowest setting and drags it over Namjoon's sensitive nipples and between his thighs. He massages his skin with it, making him comfortable. Namjoon’s worked hole twitches when the toy nears his entrance. Jungkook rubs the toy around the outside and Namjoon's body jerks, eager. Jungkook pours more lube and pushes it inside.

It didn't look much bigger than Jungkook's fingers, but Namjoon grips the sheets at the pain of the stretch anyway while his thighs shake around the little buzzing plug. His eyes roll back and he moans aloud, unable to stop himself anymore. He slaps embarrassed hands over his mouth. 

“Shh,” Jungkook teases, “the neighbors will hear you.”

Namjoon giggles through moans, shocked and covering the sounds coming from his own mouth. 

“How about this?” Jungkook turns the vibration off, letting the plug sit still inside. 

Namjoon is astonished at the drastic change in sensation. “Oh shit,” Namjoon pants, coming down after being nearly overstimulated. 

Jungkook giggles. “Did you like that?” he asks, kneeling between Namjoon's legs. 

He swallows, really thinks about it. “Too much,” he decides. 

“Ok. Do you want me to leave it off?” Jungkook asks. 

“Yes, off.” His breathing starts to steady again. 

Then, Jungkook lays next to Namjoon flat on the bed, shoulder to shoulder. 

Namjoon watches as Jungkook sinks fingers between his legs, pulsing them in and out. A naughty smile and a wave of relief wash over Jungkook's face. Namjoon exhales and looks down, holding where the plug sits pleasantly inside himself.

He realizes they don't have to be in one role or another all the time. Sometimes, they can enjoy one thing together. 

“Do you need a break, baby?” Jungkook coos.

Namjoon gasps when he’s suddenly empty and his cheeks blush at the pet name typically used on Jungkook. He pulls the plug that's snug inside Namjoon out and pushes it into himself, thrusting it inside.

Namjoon admires as Jungkook turns it on, pushes the little toy to exactly where he needs, knowing his own body so well and whimpering when he hits just the right spot.

Namjoon feels his hole clench around nothing. He reaches between his own legs, sliding fingers inside himself, mimicking Jungkook and feeling the different stretch of his hand. 

Both moan, blissed out, pleasuring themselves and each other with knees bent in the air. Namjoon explores himself with his hands, rubbing them over his abs and grasping his cock.  

Jungkook moans, “Namjoonie_”  Jungkook removes the toy from himself to push it into Namjoon again, Namjoon removing his own fingers to receive it. Namjoon throws his head back and groans, legs trembling again. 

Jungkook rolls on top of him, straddling and sliding down onto his untouched shaft.

Namjoon feels like he’s going to rip in two around this little plug, can’t imagine how Jungkook takes his cock like this so often. The sensations of Jungkook's pussy wrapped around him while being plugged full is intense. Namjoon watches himself disappear between Jungkook's thighs. Jungkook presses hands on Namjoon's chest and circles his hips. 

“How does it feel?” he asks between pants.

“So good, baby,”  Namjoon moans. He instinctively clenches and bares down on the toy, wanting more. 

“Turn it on?” Namjoon requests. 

Without breaking his pace, Jungkook reaches behind him to turn the vibe on. Namjoon feels like he’s levitating, as before.

“Good?” Jungkook checks, but Namjoon doesn’t have words. He groans, bucking his hips up into Jungkook. 

Jungkook takes the cue and starts bouncing on Namjoon's lap, grabbing ahold of his own cock. Namjoon grips his nails into Jungkook's hips and comes so hard, his ears start ringing. His belly, wet and sticky with Jungkook's cum. 

Jungkook climbs off and they lay, spent and sprawled on the bed, fingers laced together. 

7:46 AM 

Namjoon wakes with Jimin on his mind. Head, pounding with hangover and regret. He barely notices Jungkook watching him.

A smile grows on Namjoon's face, remembering everything that came after the night from hell. 

“So?” Jungkook beckons. “Did you like it?”

“Yes.” Namjoon smiles at his eager lover. “Did you?”

“You know I did,” he starts, pressing a kiss to his lips. “and you made the prettiest sounds,” he continues, stroking fingers over Namjoon's bare chest.”

Namjoon hides his embarrassed face and Jungkook pulls him close, leaning in to whisper in his ear. 

“Really. I love your sounds, hyung...so pretty.” Another kiss. “and if you sounded that pretty with just my fingers,” Jungkook continues, threatening to rile Namjoon again, “I can’t wait to hear how you sound when my cock is inside you.”

Namjoon's body trembles with memory, hardly able to wait for the next adventure. But the guilt in his gut nags at him, almost spoiling this. 

“I think Jimin knows,” he says, grabbing Jungkook's hip. Saying it out loud makes last night feel that much more real. 

“He does,” Jungkook confirms. “He’s tried to talk to me about it a few times but I just told him I'm not ready.” 

Namjoon silently nods. ”I think they all know”, he admits.

Jungkook is quiet for a while before speaking again. “We should talk to them,” he finally says. 

“I will. Today,” he replies, wishing he’d done it a long time ago. 

Jungkook looks like he's about to drift off. Namjoon can tell he's been up all night, hasn’t slept yet.

“OK,” he rubs Namjoon’s cheek. “What will you say?” Jungkook asks, eyelids fluttering as he rests his head on Namjoon’s chest. 

Namjoon's stomach turns, feeling the words shooting up and threatening to erupt again.

But he fights the inclination towards secrets and lies. 

It’s been a while since he’d been so honest with himself. 

“I love you,” Namjoon says.

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[girlwithalotoffeelings]

This is a ship prompt for haikyuu fanfiction. If it sounds weird, this is a rp prompt so I apologize!

Tobio Kageyama was known as the distant prince by his family. He was the kings first-born son, but he was more interested in magic and potion creation than fighting. Tobio always overheard his family talking about how his family’s traits were wasted on him. At the ripe age of 18, he ran away. A rumor was started about him, calling him the witch in the forest who would kill you if you got too close. 

Years later on a fateful day, The famous warrior Shoyo Hinata stumbled across his cottage. After a rather strange meeting, they started to get along pretty well. Eventually, Tobio gained a crush on the other male. When he found out, he felt strange. His skin didn’t feel like his own anymore around him and he felt hot in the face whenever he did something adorable. Tobio decided to tell him when Shoyo came to his cottage later. 

Kageyama x Hinata (Royal AU)

It's been a little over 3 full moons since the estranged Prince Tobio of the Kageyama line had fled the castle. He'd done okay for himself so far, finding the little play house that him and his father had built together when he was just 5. Not that his father would remember it, but atleast that gave hope that he wouldn't be found for a long while.

He had fixed the leaking roof and reinforced the walls making it a cozy interior with quilts and pillows he had picked up in town. He'd head into town once a week to get the things we would need. Kept his head low and made himself scarce. The last thing he'd need was to get caught for his own foolish mistakes. Some would even consider this foolish, being in town with the palace guards combing the kingdom for him.

He sat on his little make-shift bed and put down the book of potions he was reading, or atleast trying to read. He sighed to himself, how long could he keep this up? He couldn't leave the kingdom, he'd be caught at the border immediately. And he couldn't risk living in town. This was his best and only option, if he wished to live the life he'd longed for.

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It had been 4 years since he'd left his royal life behind. He is still in the same little play house that he's now made into quite the impressive cottage over the years. He's grown comfortable with the humble life he'd built for himself, safe for the lonely nights that seem to make his bed cold.

He'd grown into quite the sorcerer with his dilegent work ethic. In the beginning one could swear that he had a gift for making this explode... in his face. It had become such a regular occurrence that passer-bys from the town has seen him on more than a few occasions. Thus spiraling a rumor that there must be an evil witch living somewhere in the forest, ready to kill whoever dares to cross her. He giggles to himself whenever he overhears the towns people talking about it.

He had even begun selling the potions he had perfected to a few people that were willing to pay the price.

The guard tasked with looking for him has dicepated to none, having been preoccupied with the war that started a year after his disappearance. It had only just recently been won. He had seen the meddle ceremony after the soldiers that hadn't died in combat came home with a victory under thier belts.

But today, today was peaceful. He had been picking up wildflowers, herbs and other edible things he could find. Some were for his works and experimentations, others were for the stew he would make later today.

He was content until he heard the footsteps of someone else approaching. He panicked, he tucked what he had collected into his basket and started a quick paced walk in the opposite direction. Sure that running would look suspicious.

"Hey, you!" The man shouted. Kageyama quickened his pace, screw being inconspicuous. To his dismay the man was running after him.

"Stop! I just wanna talk to ya!" It was then that Tobio recognized that voice, that was the voice of the warrior Shoyo Hinata. The soldier who spearheaded the war, the one who had won the war for the kingdom. SHIT! He stopped in his tracks, he couldn't risk leading him to his cottage, then he'd be done for sure. He'd just have to find a way to slip through Hinata's fingers. After all, he had trained for combat his first 18 years on this earth. He quickly covered his face with a stray piece of cloth he had carried a few herbs in before. Kageyama ubruptyly stopped and turned around to look directly at the warrior, shoulders broad, and head held high.

Hinata had stopped a few paces infront of him, taking in the form of the hulking man infront of him.

"What do you want?" Kageyama spoke, voice stern and unwavering.

"I-," Hinata voice was caught in his throat at the sound of Kageyama's melodic voice, smooth and strong. "I just wanted to know what you were doing all the way out here. I wanted to make sure you got to wherever you're heading safley." Hinata had failed to mention that he had been lurking at the edge of the clearing for the last 15 minutes watching Kageyama pick and sort through all that he had collected, mesmerized by the methodical way his hands worked.

"That's not of your concern. Now leave me alone." His voice came out softer that he intended it to. He hadn't felt the feeling that someone cared for him in so long. That someone was looking out for him. That he wasnt completely alone.

The first response that came to Hinata's mind was to snap and this stranger for his rudeness, but he caught himself. Not missing the way his tone had shifted into one with a hint of sadness. "Are you alone?" The question was gentle and soothing. He didn't want to offend the man.

"Does it matter?" Kageyama whispered, looking away from the warrior afraid he might see the slight shimmering in his eyes from unshed tears.

"Yes, ofcourse it does!" Hinata shot back immediately a little louder than he probably should have.

"Why?" Kageyama sighed with a shrug.

"... because," Hinata faltered trying to determinewhy he cared so much. "It can be lonely." His voices sharp edge dulled as his own answer left his lips. Coming to the realization that that was how he felt.

The life of a soldier was one less than equipped to handle a work/life balance. It left little room for friends, much less romantic endeavors. He craved it though. The urge to be domestic with someone to love and be loved by. But he also ceaved the glory of bringing victory to his kingdom. In the end he never thought he'd have to sacrifice one or the other but it seemed the choice had been made long before he realized it existed.

"Why do you care?" The masked man asked, venom dripping from his words, effectively snapping him from his thoughts.

"Why wouldn't I?" He shot back with the same viciousness.

"Because you do not know me, I am a stranger to you!" Kageyama's words grew loud again. Before Hinata had the opportunity to respond the bell in the middle of town square chimed loudly. A call to action to every soldier in the land. Just then a brilliant idea had sprung to his mind.

"It doesn't have to stay that way. Meet me here tomorrow at noon. Then, we shall not be strangers." And just like that, he was gone, leaving Kageyama speechless. Kageyama watched his figure as he bolted of running towards town.

And that's how it had started, an unlikely friendship that took the two by storm. Soon, they were meeting every day in the clearing. They talked about almost everything under the sun. Kageyama always wore his face covering, even in the face of Hinata, asking him every time if he could sneak a peek. All Kageyama told him about his personal life was his first name. He felt guilty about his closed off persona while Hinata had been so open with him about everything. But he had never once felt pushed by Hinata.

Some days they sparred, others they ate together, sometimes even just talked for hours on end.

Kageyama had opened up more over time, not fully but just enough to invite Hinata to his cottage. Where they spend the night awake and talking till sunrise. He had realized how his stomach fluttered, and his heart pounded bidding Hinata goodbye that morning. He had gained a crush on the proud and mighty soldier.

He decided he couldn't continue to keep the truth from him any longer; at this point, it was a lie by omission. He would confess everything when Hinata visited tomorrow.

His palms grew sweaty as he paced around his small living courters, waiting for the object of his affection to arrive. Then the moment came, the orange haired man walked in and before he could even say hello...

"I like you!" Came Kageyama's rushed confession. He had blurted it out of nowhere having rehearsed it in his head over 4000 times.

Hinata was shocked to say the least, but after a second burst out laughing. This pissed of Kageyama to no fucking end. He balled his hands into fists, and waited for Hinata to calm down.

"I'm sorry, it's just-" Another small chuckle escaped him. "Your face, you looked terrified." He finally stopped laughing and took a deep breath in wiping a tear from his eye. He sighed loudly and stalked closer to the fuming Kageyama and wrapped his arms around him, bringing him into a bone crushing hug. Kageyama froze, he had no idea what to do.

"C'mon, you like me, but you can't even hug me back?" Hinatas voice was annoyed and offended. He grumbled and grabbed Kageyama's arms himself and placed them around himself, returning to his prior position. Kageyama let himself sink into it and pulled Hinata closer.

"See doesn't that feel better?" He whispered into Kageyama's neck as one of his hands threaded into the dark overgrown strands on the back of his head.

"Mhmm." Kageyama sighed feeling so at peace in Hinata's arms.

"I like you too, stupid." Hinata said softly after a couple of beats as a gentle smile crossed his features

"I have something to tell you." Kageyama pulled back so he could look into Hinata's eyes properly.

"Ok, what is it?" His bright amber eyes looked up at him questioningly. Kageyama reached back with one hand to pull on the bow on the back of his neck. He untied it, and his face covering fell slack and off his face, revealing his identity.

"You're..." Hinatas eyes widened as realization hit him hard. "The long lost Prince."

"Yes." Kageyama sighed and looked down in shame.

"Is that why you didn't want to show me your face? You thought I would turn you in?" Hinata's soft and gently voice coaxed Kageyama's eyes back up into view. He nodded.

"At first, but then I thought that you wouldn't want anything to do with me. Because it could jeopardize your position in the guard." That could still happen. The little voice in the back of his head said. And he hated to admit it was right. Hinata could just decide that this wasn't worth the risk of losing his lively hood. He know how much Hinata valued his job and he wouldn't ask him to risk it for him.

"Or I could just think that you were ugly." Hinata broke the silence with a laugh. Earning a small smack to the back of the head, with a pointed look.

"I don't! And no I'm not going to turn you in or abandon you." Hinata replied with a giggle hands roaming down Kageyama's arms now, feeling the hard muscle and giving soft squeezes where he felt necessary.

"Thank you." Kageyama said in a soft tone uncharacteristic for him, prompting Hinata to pausing his movements and look up to the dark-haired man in front of him. They both were caught in this eye contact that seemed to engulf them both whole.

Silently, they came closer to one another. Each daring the other to make the first move. It worked appropriately because the next second, Kageyama had crashed thier lips together in a kiss once slow and steady, turning rich and passionate.

They carried on like this for what felt like hours. Lips thrashing and fighting for dominance over the other. Tongues colliding in exploration. Kageyama started pulling at the seamed of Hinata's shirt, as the broke apart, both desperate to be closer than they are.

"Take it off." He said breathlessly, thier mouths still so close as they both pant, still breathless from the kiss.

"What, do you expect me to say 'Yes, your majesty?' Now that I know you're a prince?" Hinata teased unbuttoning his shirt with a wide smile causing a laugh to spill from Kageyama as he started stripping his closed off aswell.

"If that's what you're into, I wouldn't mind." He said once fully undressed, taking a seat next to the fireplace in all its warmth. He watched as Hinata threw all his clothes in one pile and rushed over to him, with a smile. Catching a glimpse of his semi hard cock as it hung between his legs. He wasn't that long but God he was thick.

Kageyama led him to sit on his lap, straddling him so their cocks rested between them.

Wordlessly Hinata took Kageyama's long curved cock in his hand, loving how it feels in his palm. Kageyama groansd at the contact as he pawed at Hinata's hips and ass roughly. Hinata spat into his hand and started to stroke their cocked together in his hand, grinding into the contact further. Kageyama threaded a finger through his orange locks and pulled him closer, reignited the kiss they had shared.

They were both panting, moaning, groaning and whimpering. The sounds of thier passion beat of the walls as the smell of sex filled the room.

The intensity had them both cumming a few minutes later. Both of them breathing heavy. Hinata had a lazy smile on his face as he laughed softly, still dazed. Kageyama out of breath laid down on his back running his hands up and down Hinata's sides.

"Yeah, I'm definitely not going anywhere."

Yeah this has been sitting in my ask box collecting dust for so long, so first I wanna say I'm so sorry for not getting to it sooner.

Anyways I found this super cute and unique.

Thank you for reading!

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[wrathmourne]

In the (Broom) Closet

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy Relationship: Sebastian Sallow x reader (amab) Warnings: 18+ explicit, m/m, established relationship, dirty talk, oral sex (reader receiving), closet sex Summary: Sebastian sends you an owl asking for you to see him. Unbeknownst to you, it's all part of a bigger plan.

Preview: Sebastian shushed you playfully. “Can’t be so noisy, our friends are just down the hall.”

“But- why can’t we just do this in your dorm or something?”

“I’m too impatient for that.” Sebastian whispered, beginning to pump you at a steady pace. “Besides, this will be cute to watch.”

You moaned quietly. “You’re mean.”

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