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Best Of Us

Chapter 19: Taken Care Of

Summary: Being an Omega is hard, it could be so lonely. The hardships that you would sometimes feel seemed to much, always expected of things you could never fully reach. Always seen as a piece of meat to some, seen as weak and stupid. So you worked your ass off to finally work your dream job. And the world all changed when you met one of the bosses. And couldn't help but end up falling.

Paring: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby OmegaReader

Warning: A/O/B!VERS, mentions of sexual harassment, heats, ruts, knotting, breeding, angst, possessive behavior, more warnings will be added as needed.

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Namjoons body was vibrating, his mind slipping and tumbling as he stopped outside the door matching the number that Yoongi had given him from an email you had sent. His breathing was picking up as he felt his mouth start to water out of pure nerves. He was about to enter your safe place, your family packs home, where you as a pup were raised, loved and taught. The memories that were probably etched in every wall, around every corner a story, a moment of time that shaped you.

Unlike their home, one of mates, where families were made, this was a home of a family. He remembered walking into Hoseok's home after they became a trio, how the feeling of love for Hoseok flowed out of the walls, out of the small cracks of corners, or the small echoes of joy from the pictures on the walls. He remembers how nervous he was, and how nervous Hoseok was, well at least till he walked in and his mothers arms were around him, gentle scenting of her cheek against his as he heard Hoseok's mother purr. The memory was one full of joy, and full of love the first time he entered his mates home, with both next to him yet here he was about to enter your family den alone.

Shaking his head, he ran his hand down his pant leg, the sweat pants he was wearing were ones you had said made him look comfy, the shirt was large and one you had worn while you had stayed with them. Though cleaned, your scent was still twisted lightly in the fabric, he looked comfortable, and he was shopping for the circumstances of why he was stopping by to help him get away with it. Raising his first, he knocks, the sound of something shuffling and then the door opening he sees the same woman from the night before. He quickly adjusted the bag on his shoulder as her scent, though weak, was comforting, warm. He couldn’t truly pinpoint what she smelt like.

“Namjoon, why hello come in come in.” She waved him in, her smile large as she nodded from him to follow her. He stumbled slightly as he slipped out of his shoes, his eyes closing as he saw large mens shoes, most likely belonging to your father. It had him gulping, though he became confused when he did not smell a third scent. Nothing lingering, making him wonder if your father was on scent blockers or something like that.

“I brought her things.” He mumbled as he followed her to a living area, a couch that looked well used had a large blanket on it, and the coffee table in front of it had paperwork scattered across it. Looking to the walls he sees framed picture after frame picture, even framed art work, which look to be done by a young you were scattered on walls and shelves. His smile grows without a thought when he sees you, little chubby you, your body was in front of a man who had the same smile as yours. Cheeks a bright red, from what he could assume was the cold as the snow that was surrounding the two of you, your body was slightly lifted off of the ground, smiling face looking at the camera, as the men, who had to be your fathers, were smiling brightly down at you. “Cute.” he muttered, making your mother let out a small light laugh, one of agreement making him look back at her with a sheepish smile.

“She loves the snow, always..just like her father.” Her words had him smiling as she patted the spot on the couch next to her, “Y/n fell back asleep about two hours ago or so.”

“Oh, I thought it would be enough time.” Namjoon muttered, his body awkwardly sitting down, his legs pressing cloning together as your bag slipped at his feet. His hands landed on the tops of his thighs as he let in a deep breath.

“It depends, she didn't sleep very well last night when I brought her home. Was up and down, a little out of it for a bit of it too.” Her words were said so easily, showing just how often an episode like the night before happened. Namjoon was frowning, it had your mother letting out a soft sigh, her hand reaching for his as she squeezed his hand making him look up to her and give her a small smile. “It's okay that you’re here..I want this space to be a home to you as well.” He nodded as she gave him a bright smile, one more squeeze to his hand then she let him go.

“How..how can I help her?” Namjoon asked, after a moment of silence, it made your mother smile as she stood up and nodded her head for him to follow.

“Let's get a drink, how about some peach tea?”

“Sure.” As he followed her, his eyes scanning the home as he does, a small smile permanently etched on his face as he catches pieces of you in every corner. His eyes gleamed as he caught a picture of you in work clothes, toothbrush in your mouth and hair being pulled in what he would assume was your usual ponytail. Your eyes were wide as you stared into the camera, the toothpaste foam was peeking out the corner of your mouth and a slight smile, on he knew it was from a giggle, was etching at the corner of your mouth. It was an image he was now gonna daydream about waking up after and walking into your shared bathroom and seeing you like that. His head whips away from the photograph on the fridge to your mom when she clears her throat, a small smile on her face as she nods to the bar stool at the counter top.

“Peach tea.” The glass in front of him was cold in his hand, as he moved and took a sip, a pleasant sound falling past his lips making your mother chuckle slightly. “Anyway, to help her..I mean the shower things that Hoseok helped her with, the hot water helps relax the muscles and the pressure of the shower is like a massage.” Namjoon nods at her words, her hand reaching to fix the messy bun her hair was in. “Massages as well, you feel how tight her muscles get and just rubbing it out helps. It doesn't solve the problem but it helps.” He nods, his hands moving through his hair as he takes a deep breath in. “But the best thing is just be there, like comfort her and make sure she knows it's okay that her medication will kick in and that you won’t leave her.”

“I won't..we won’t ever leave her.” Namjoons were quick and kinda loud at the end making your mother let out a soft giggle as she nodded and smiled at him.

“I believe you, that one alpha..Hoseok? He went almost all Alpha when I tried to get him to walk away.”

“Yeah, he's protective. I'm sorry about that.” Namjoon mumbled, remembering how his mate was grumbling under his breath about how he had ‘fucked up’ his true first impression with your mother by going all protective Alpha on her. Yoongi had tried to comfort him but it hadn't been working, all night Hoseok was mutterin what he should’ve done, and how he wasn’t the hot head he had most likely came off to be. “Don't apologize, I know what he was doing.” She smiled, her head tilting slightly as she took a deep breath and took a sip of her tea. “I know I snapped, but…I'm not an Alpha, I don’t have authority over him or Yoongi and I was in a bathroom with my pup in pain with an Alpha I had only briefly met.” She stopped to take a deep breath in and look down at the counter. “I just wanted to make sure my pup was safe.”

“I understand..kinda? I mean I don’t have pups..but..just the thought of having a pup in pain and having an Alpha in the room while they’re in such a vulnerable state.” He stopped, smacking his lips as his fingers traced the cup in his hand, “Once I calmed down, I realized the situation. I mean I've only known her for a month and half, and it was her first time sleeping over, and you're her mother. You know her best.”

“I know her best as of this moment.” She corrected him,”One day, you three ar gonna know her better than I ever had, you’ll know her little quirks, her pet peeves, you’ll be able to tell with one look what she's thinking. You know the feeling.” Her words had him nodding, her smile soft as she watched his eyes almost glaze over, though the overwhelming feeling in his chest crawled up, the memories of the first few months of being courted by Yoongi and Hoseok the moments where he’d catch the way their posters would shift in a split second when they were upset or angry, or the way Hoseok's eyes would lower when he was concentrating or the way Yoongi knee would bounces when he was anxious. Little details that no one else would really notice but him. The thought of knowing little things like that about you was making his eyes burn as he sniffled slightly. “Oh sweets.” She mumbled, her body moving around the counter to stand next to him. “Why all the blubbering?” She mutters, her voice soft as her hand moved to rest on the top of his head, fingers massaging his scalp as he sniffled slightly.

“Just..just the thought of getting to know her…love her is overwhelming I guess.” His words became a whisper towards the end, his fingers rubbing at the hem of his shirt as he took a deep breath in. The lingering smell of freshly baked cookies had his hammering heart slow as he looked over at your mother. Her nails slightly scratching at his scalp as he lets out a soft croon making her smile at the sound. “I just don’t want to mess anything up, but just..just the thought of her making my brain go all..all mush. I already can’t think when I'm around her and sleeping last night without her was..was painful.” His eyes fell to the cup in front of him, the feeling of your mothers nails slowly twirling his hair as she let out a croon of her own, it was different than yours or his, or any Omega really. It was more light, and almost sounded like a humm. Yet it was a sound to comfort, to sooth another. It has Namjoons eyes closing as he took a deep breath in and looked at her from the corner of his eyes.

Her eyes were soft, and similar to yours yet they told her life story to Namjoon, well at least a glimpse of the joy she experienced in her life. The slight development of crows feet and how her cheeks were developing smile lines show just how much in life she was smiling, yet there was a darkness clouding her eyes slightly. He couldn’t figure out what was heavy on her heart, yet he knew it was an unexplainable one, he blinked as he quickly looked back down at his tea as he sniffled. Feeling odd for staring at her for as long as he was in silence, but that's the thing about Namjoon. He was curious, and he was in better terms nosey especially with the people involved with his personal life. It was something his mates scold him for, but his reasoning is always wanting to make sure that the important people in his life are okay, and are cared for.

“I understand, when I met her father I was..was a ball of nerves and whenever he was around just the smell of him made my world freeze. It was like everything was shifting around me, making him the center of my univerice was no longer myself but the two of us.” Her words had Namjoon nodding, understanding exactly what she meant. He had felt the same way when he met Hoseok, and when he started spending time with Yoongi. How he was feeling with you, everything in his world shifted differently with each of his mates. “I can tell yours is shifting, hers is doing that three times over.”

“I can’t imagine how it feels to have three men courting her, I was going nuts with just two.” His words had her laughing, a final pat at the top of his head as she moved away from him.

“Now before you wake her up why don’t we make some lunch for her, she’ll need food on her stomach to take her muscle relaxer. Come I’ll show you her favorite.”

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“Y/n?” A voice calls out, the warm feeling of a hand against your cheek had you moaning out in disagreement, hand lifting, swatting. A familiar chuckle echos, making you huff as you take a deep breath in, the sweet smell of fresh cut peaches and pears, a small smile lifting on the end of your lips as you slowly let your eyes peeled open. “Why hello sleepy pup.” His dimpled smile, and bright brown eyes had you reaching up your hand cupping his jaw as your thumb runs over his lower lip, his eyes closing as he let out a peaceful sigh.

“Cute.” You mutter, making his eyes snap open as you drop your hand, moving to sit up though you groan lightly making him move quickly. Hands moving to support you as you give him a half smile as your back rests against the pillowed wall behind you.

“Your mom told me that you’d need at least one muscle relaxer.” He mumbled, his hand reaching for the pill cup you mom had given him when she had let him in, their half hour talk had made him feel at home. “We also made lunch, but when she and I came up here the first time you seemed too comfortable for us to wake up.” His cheeks were wide, his hand falling onto the side of your face, his thumb running across your cheek bones again as you smiled softly at him. “We put some in the fridge, but you mom thought you’d like some peach ice cream.” His words had you moving quickly, though you wince out as you sit up and huff as you look at Namjoon. “Slow baby, don’t hurt yourself.” His words had you huffing as you took a deep breath in, and patted the other side of your bed.

“Cuddle.” The single word had Namjoon chuckling as he placed the bowl of ice cream at your side table, his body moving to the end of the bed and crawling onto it. Trying not to move your body about, his body was soon beside yours, his arm reaching around you to grab the bowl and then rest right next to you. His forehead pressing to your temple for a second, his lips pressing your cheekbone making you smile slightly as he pulls back and smiles brightly at you.

“Missed you in the nest last night.” He muttered as you watched him stir the ice cream about, a smile lifting onto your lips as you lean against his shoulder, scooping the ice cream and lifting it up. Your lips wrapping around the spoon as the sweet taste made your mouth water as you pulled back and looked at him. “I didn’t think two nights would have me..so attached to you.” His words were soft and mumbled, a sniffle towards the end making you move slowly. Sitting up, twisting slightly to face him as your eyes stared at him, his hair was falling in his face and his nose was slightly scrunching every few seconds as you moved your hand to run through his hair making him look up. His brown eyes were slightly glossed over as he looked at you, a tear trailing down his face making you let out a small noise as your hands cupped his cheeks. His breath puffing out as your forehead pressed against his, nose nudging his as your thumbs moved in circular motions as the sound of the spoon hitting the rim of the bowl made him jump slightly. “Sorry, sorry”

“No, Joonie. Don't be sorry..I'm sorry…this..this is why I don’t like people seeing me like this.” You mumbled, his eyes widening as he rapidly shook his head, his hands moving to press against your sides as you hear the bowl below move making you pull back and grab the bowl of melting ice cream. A giggle passing your lips as his arms wrap around your waist trying to pull you close to him as you giggle as you look at him. “You’re gonna make me spill the ice cream.”

“Don’t be sorry Y/n, don’t hide this from me. From us.” His words had you huffing as he took the bowl and set it back onto the side table, his nose nudged at your chin as you felt him gently pull you into him. Your leg moved to the other side of his lap as you hovered over top of him. His fingers gripping, massaging at your hips as your hands move around his shoulders. “I wish..I wish I would’ve asked about that day in Yoons office.” His voice wavering as a sniffle is heard again, making your fingers lace into his hair, pulling his head up making him let out a whine as he looked at you. “I don’t care that you need medication to feel okay, to feel pain free it's okay.” he pauses his lips, presses under your jaw as you take a deep breath in and sighs as you pull his head back again. Tears falling down his cheeks as you sniffle back at him, his hands squeezing your waist as he looks at you, his eyes wide, slowly dilating as he starts to drift. “Omega is safe with me.” His words were mumbled, his eyes closing slightly as you nod softly, suddenly his hand pushed you down, your full weight suddenly in his lap making you gasp as he moved forward. His nose burning itself against your collarbone, his fingers moving along you back as his nose rubbed along your night shirt.

“Namjoon, just..I just don't like people seeing me so out of it..not myself. It’s not that I don't trust you..I just don't want you guys to pity me? To look at me differently than you did before you found out about it..it's just something I have to live with but I don’t want you guys to live with.”

“I will live with it..I..I want to live with you..I want to know everything about you.” Namjoons muttered, his head lifting from your collarbone, his lips suddenly pressing against your jaw making you sigh as he pulled away from you and took a deep breath in. “I’m your omega and your mine, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide stuff from me.” You nod, your head leaning away as you shifted, trying to lift weight off of his thighs, yet he held your waist in place. It had you huffing as you looked at him, his eyes though slightly puff, had a playful gleam in them as he stared at you.

“Joon..I'm too heavy for this.” You mutter after a couple seconds of silence, it had him rolling his eyes as he pulled you back into his chest.

“Stop that, you are not.”

“I bet your thighs are burning or falling asleep right now.” You mutter making him let out a playful growl, his teeth nipping at the near your ear making you huff as he suddenly presses a kiss to your lips. It had your eyes closing as you felt one of his hands sneak up from your waist, brushing against your breast, which made your skin jump and your eyes open as you pulled away. His eyes were wide, cheeks dusted pink as he took a deep breath in. “Try to cup a feel, are you?” You muttered under your breath, a smile twisting onto your lip, his eyes rolling as he let out a groan as you giggled. Watching him throw his head back dramatically as you lifted weight off of his legs making him grunt.

“Hey no, sit comfortably.”

“Working my thighs.”

“I like your body weight on me, so please..just..relax.” His words had your mind overthinking, wondering if what he was saying was what he really thought, but then you wondered, why would he lie, why would he say something like that and not mean it. You had no reason not to believe him, and everything in your heart was telling you to trust him. So you did.

Your lips slightly parted as you slowly rested your weight back on to him, your eyes looking at him as you slowly relaxed. A smile lifts on his face, his hand reaches forward and tugs your face against his. His lips mashing with yours, the feeling of you closing your eyes as one of your hands runs through his hair, the other gripping his wrist. You could feel the smile lifting as his lips as yours moved against them, you fighting off your own smile. Pulling away at the sound of a gasp had you huffing as the scent of your mother at your door greeted you.

“Okay, I should've knocked, I know.” Your mom's words had you look back to see her, a slight blush to her cheeks as she look down at the floor, his hair was in her usual at home bun, and you couldn’t help the heat that was on your cheeks as your turned your face away from him and buried it into Namjoons shoulder. His body moving as a chuckle reaches your ears making the palm of your hand gently swat at his side making his laughter grow. “Just wanted to check up, maybe take the bowl.”

“Take it.” You mutter, embarrassment growing as you listen to her footsteps grow closer to your bed.

“You had like none.”

“I had a bite.”

“Then you got distracted.”

“Mom!” You whine, her teasing tone making heat wrap around your ears, as Namjoon pulls you closer. His arm is holding you tight against him as you hear your mom laughing as your door shuts. “I feel like a teenageer.” You mutter making Namjoon laugh as he rocks your body with his lips pressed against the crown of your head as your huff into his shirt. “Not funny.”

“Oh no it's hilarious…though not as funny as the time Hoseok mom walked in Yoongi blowing him.” His words had you spitting out a laugh, your whole body being taken over as you felt his hand rubbing into your back as you rolled off onto your side. “Tell me another one.” You look over at him as you speak through your constant laughter, his eyes staring at you, watching your every move as you tilt your head and smile at him as you take a deep breath and calm down.

“You’re feeling better.” he utters, mind going to how you had moved, how freely your body was twisting and turning. It had you nodding as you looked at him , his hand moving from the crown of your head through your hair making you huff as he caught a tangle making you wine. “I need to learn how to style and take care of longer hair.”

“Why?”

“So I can do your hair for you..and maybe for a pup one day.” His words had your heart pounding against your chest as you nodded as he sat up and got onto his knees. “Where's your hairbrush?”

‘On my desk..Joon you don't have to.”

“I want to..want to prove to you and your parents we can take care of you..want to prove it to myself too.” You look at him,eyes softening as you see the look on his face. Eyes down casted, hands messing with the end of his shirt as you nod at him with a deep sigh.

“In the desk over there, second drawer.” He gives you a bright dimpled smile, leaning forward, cupping your jaw, pressing a quick kiss then jumping off the bed to the desk. You watch him as he opens the drawer and pulls out a brush, your body moving to sit on the edge off the bed. His body moving to sit behind you, his legs falling on either side of your hips, the feeling of his hand moving your hair. “Start from the bottom and work your way up.” You mutter, he nods, the feeling of the brush running through your hair, pulling at the kinks off and on had you closing your eyes at the feeling. The moment after your shower in their apartment rolls in your mind as you begin to see in between his legs. The connection between the two of you builds as you hear him start to humm behind you. The tune was something sweet, soft, something that would have your humming along if you knew it.

“Ever since I've met you, I've got this melody in my head that I can’t get out.” His words had you smiling as he stopped brushing making you lean back. His arms wrap around your waist as you look over at him. :I can’t get you out of my head.”

“Sweet..I..I can’t get you guys out of my head either. I thought at first I could ignore the way Yoongi and Hoseok affected me, then I met you.” You paused, your eyes staring off, remembering the way he had growled, woke up to you and ripped the shirt from your grasp. “ You were so..so on a mission that day.” You chuckle, making him whine as he puffs air against your skin.

“I know..I just..I saw you and then Hoseok's shirt..but then..then I saw you.. And I smelt you and I froze but I just wanted to brush it off you know.” You nod at his words, “I wanted to dislike you, but then you were..so nice? Like you saw me sit on Yoongi's lap, you watched me get all possessive and shit and you smiled. You smiled like you were so happy to see Yoongi and me together.”

“I was..I am..you reminded me of my parents.” You mutter, a softness in your voice that makes him hum as you feel his chin rest on your shoulder, this thumb tapping against your arm. “What?” You muttered, eyes looking over at Namjoon as he let out a breath and nodded, as if he was prepping himself to ask you.

“Where..where is your dad? I mean you said he’s an Alpha..yet I don't smell an Alpha anywhere. Like there hasn’t been on here before. You mom isn’t scent marked and…and I noticed her mating mark is faded.” His words had you closing your eyes tightly as you took a deep shaky breath in, pulling away from his arms as you stood up. Stumbling slightly as you run your hands over your face. “I’m just wondering, that's all. No matter what happened there isn’t judgment or anything.”

“I mean..I think you kinda know what happened.” You mutter, your arms crossing over your chest as you take a deep breath in as he did a slope nod. “That..that car accident I was in..he..he was driving…he didn’t..he..” Your words got choked up as Namjoons body stood up and wrapped itself around you. His scent is pushing out, wrapping around the two of you like a security blanket. It had the weight on your chest, yet the tears that you so wanted to hold back fell. Large fat tears rolled down your cheeks, hand gripping his shirt as you felt your knees grow weak.

“I’ve got you..I’ve got you.” He muttered against your skin, you nodded as you felt a weight on your mind as he squeezed you. “You can drop baby, I got you.”

“Don't wanna..don’t..don’t wanna get small when I think about it.” You mutter, pulling away from his hands rubbing at your eyes,taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. His hands move yours away from your face as he cups your face, forehead falling against your as he takes in deep breaths. Encouraging you to follow his breathing pattern, as you do he gives you a gentle smile. “Wanted to tell you but..I didn't know how..everyone who knows was around when it happened. Never really had to tell anyone you know…and..and when I brought them up..and Yoongi's response to how he wanted to be an Alpha for me that my father would be proud of..I didn..I didnt know how to break it to him that my father could never be proud of him..that he could never..never get that approval that seems so important to him.” Your words had Namjoon shaking his head as he pushed a kiss to your lips, his thumbs rubbing against your cheeks as he pulled away.

“We..we want the approval yes, but your mothers is enough for the both of them..Y/n you don't have to be afraid to hide things from us because of it. This is something..something that is gonna affect you for the rest of your life, and we want to be apart every moment from here on out.” You nod at his words, fingers still gripping the fabric of his shirt, kneading the fabric as he speaks. “I'm not upset you didn’t tell us right away, and I know our Alphas aren't going to be ethier.”

“You..you sure?” You whisper, his eyes widening as he quickly nods as he pulls you back into his chest. “I swear it, they..honestly they’ll be more upset with themselves thinking that they did something for you not to tell them.” he chuckles lightly at the thought, though it just makes you cookie scent start to smell like it was burning making his eyes widen as he pulls away and giggles at the panic look at on your face. “Bubs no no, it's a them thing. Even now when I don’t tell them something they think it's because of what they did. Everytime. They always keep their worries bottled in, Yoongi more so the Hoseok, but..still they aren’t very open with how they feel very often. Yoongi isn’t good at explaining his words, his emotions. Hoseok is better, though he doesn’t like looking sad, weak.” You nodded as you took in the information, his body stepping away sitting on the bed as you watched his hands running up and down his thighs. “I..I can tell them for you if you want? Like I did with Yoongi's parents' situation for him.” His words make you shake your head, moving to stand between his legs as his hands move to rest on your waist.

“No, no I gotta tell them..let me tell them?”

“I will..unless you are in danger or our relationship is at risk…okay?” You nodd sniffling as you took a deep breath in. “Do you want to talk about it more?”

“No..definitely not right now.”

“Okay, that's fine bubs, just know if you need to talk about it you can, I’ll always make sure you're taken care of pup, okay. Always.”

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hamsterclaw · 2 years

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Daiginjo

Sake brewing is in your blood, part of your heritage, and it keeps drawing you into the orbits of businessman Yoongi, rapper Namjoon and boy-next-door Hobi.

A follow up story to Sake - a love story to the rap line.

Pairing: Hoseok x F!reader, Yoongi x F!reader, Namjoon x F!reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: PWP is what this is. Smut. Very minimal fluff.

Word count: 4.2k of smut.

Warnings: Explicit sex, swearing, polyamory, sake-drinking

You watch the perfectly clear sake pour in a perfect stream into the glass. Just behind it is Yoongi’s perfect face and his intense dark eyes. Instead of appreciating how beautifully clear your Daiginjo is, he’s looking at you.

His pink tongue flicks over his bottom lip, so quickly you’d have missed it if you hadn’t happened to be looking at his face.

‘You’re addictive,’ he tells you, low voice rumbling, his tone a cross between amusement and affection.

You realise you’re leaning forward over the table between you, and that your silky top has slipped down, revealing the scalloped lace of your bra. Yoongi’s eyes drop to your chest, the skin above the lace.

He reaches out, watching your face as he runs a finger over the upper curve of your breast. Your breath hitches, then speeds up.

Yoongi’s thigh slides between your legs, the fabric of his trousers smooth against your bare skin.

Yoongi says your name, and your cunt squeezes over nothing. You’re so wet your panties are bunched together between your legs, sticking to you.

‘Yoongi,’ you say, a plea in your voice. His gaze darkens. One of his hands closes over your forearm, the other picks up the glass of sake you’ve just poured. He drinks, then puts the glass to your lips.

‘Drink,’ he says, voice so low now it makes you shiver.

You gulp down the sake, and Yoongi puts the glass down. It lands with a clatter on the wooden table.

Yoongi looks at his hand, ringing your forearm. He looks up at your face again, and then he’s heading for the door with you.

The door opens before you get there, the doorframe filling with the height and broad shoulders of Kim Namjoon.

He takes in your pouted lips, your partially exposed chest, the way Yoongi’s holding your arm.

His slow smirk makes you simultaneously aroused and apprehensive.

His eyes never leave yours as he asks, ‘Got room for one more?’

***

Yoongi’s hands as he pours out drinks for the three of you on Namjoon’s private jet transfix you.

He’s wearing platinum rings that gleam in the low light, and only seem to emphasize how long his fingers are, the strength in his hands.

You press your legs together, and Namjoon’s hand slides over your bare thigh.

‘Let me help, baby,’ he says.

You watch as he strokes his warm hand down the front of your pelvis, hitching your skirt up. At the first sight of your lace panties, Yoongi hums quietly.

‘Soaking,’ he says.

Your thighs close over Namjoon’s warm hand, and he tsks. ‘Let Yoongi see, baby, he’s the one who got you like this.’

You can’t deny it.

Namjoon pushes your legs apart, displaying you for Yoongi. He tugs at your panties, bunching them at the crotch, and you hiss at the drag over your swollen clit.

Namjoon strokes over your clit as Yoongi holds out more sake to you.

You can’t reach, not with the way Namjoon’s got you pressed back against the seat, legs spread for him and Yoongi.

Yoongi presses the glass to your lips, and you swallow.

‘Good girl,’ Namjoon says.

‘Joonie,’ you whimper.

‘Easy, baby,’ Yoongi says. ‘Let us take care of you.’

He presses a kiss to your lips. He’s kissed you so many times that if you were blindfolded you’d still know it was him.

He nibbles at your full bottom lip, tongue flicking into your mouth as Namjoon massages circles over your clit.

Yoongi's hair tickles your face as he pulls away slightly. It’s longer than the last time you saw him. It suits him. You reach up to curl your fingers through the shorter hairs at the nape of his neck, and he leans into you.

‘Clothes off,’ he murmurs. He pulls you forward, into his chest, and Namjoon lifts his hand off your wet cunt just long enough to help you slide your top over your head. You unzip your skirt, shimmy your hips, and then you’re left in your lace lingerie.

Yoongi and Namjoon exchange a look.

‘You’re beautiful, sweetheart,’ Yoongi tells you. He leans forward to kiss you again. A moment later Namjoon’s pushing your thighs apart, and you feel his hair brushing your inner thigh.

Yoongi’s hand is cupping your breast, tugging the cup of your bra down. He smiles at you as he exposes your nipple.

Yoongi’s lips close around your exposed breast just as Namjoon’s tongue licks a stripe along your slit, and the sound that comes out of you is obscene.

You’re so wet your inner thighs are sticky, you’re dripping onto the sheet underneath you.

Namjoon scoops up your wetness with the pads of his fingers, fingertips pushing at your folds.

‘I want to fill every part of you,’ he tells you, voice husky, low.

‘You’re going to have to learn to share,’ you tell him, hand over the back of Yoongi’s head as he licks at your breasts.

Yoongi looks up at you, lips curving in a smile.

‘I love the fuck out of you,’ he says.

Namjoon grunts as he props your thighs up with his shoulders. ‘There’s fucking romance for you,’ he tells you. His dimples make an appearance as he grins at you from between your legs.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at Namjoon. ‘Are you between our girl’s legs to chat or to make her cum?’ he asks.

‘You’re both being brats. Just fuck me already,’ you tell them.

Namjoon grabs your hips as you lift your legs off his shoulders. In one movement, he’s up, cock all the way in you, so deep you cry out.

Yoongi fists his cock as Namjoon fucks you, eyes hooded. He slams his hips against you hard, fucking into you relentlessly. His stamina always amazes you.

You’d once watched a clip he’d sent you of him rapping, and you’d touched yourself to it, helplessly aroused by his raw energy, the way he’d seethed and spit the words, the low urgent breathy tone of his voice.

Namjoon slaps your ass. ‘Stop fantasizing about me when I’m fucking you,’ he tells you, stern.

You’re close, the extended foreplay and the heat and hardness of his cock sending you higher with each stroke. Namjoon pulls out suddenly, and you grab his ass.

‘Joon,’ you plead.

Namjoon laughs, mocking. ‘I love it when you beg for me. Open up baby.’

He strokes himself, rigid cock gleaming with your slick, as he watches Yoongi position himself between your legs.

‘Come on, don’t make me ask again,’ he says.

He taps the head of his cock against your lips, and you open your mouth to take him in.

Yoongi grips your hips, gentle after Namjoon’s roughness, sliding his cock into you, hand over your pelvis, pressing down. Yoongi groans. ‘Always so good,’ he tells you, the rasp in his voice making you tighten involuntarily around him.

‘I keep forgetting how much you like my voice,’ Yoongi muses. ‘I think you like it as much as I love fucking this pussy.’ He jerks his hips against yours, and you moan around Namjoon’s cock.

Namjoon positions himself above you, thighs flexing. ‘I’m going to fuck your mouth whilst Yoongi fucks your pussy, baby,’ he tells you. ‘Tap me if you want me to stop.’ He waits until your eyes meet his, and the softness in his eyes contrasts so sharply with the squeeze of his hand around your neck that you smile.

Namjoon groans. ‘You’re fucking killing me,’ he utters. ‘Go on, baby, take my cock before I spill all over your pretty face.’

You’re cumming, pushed into an orgasm by Namjoon’s gorgeous dimples, the sweat on his brow as he fucks your mouth, and Yoongi’s thumb rocking over your clit.

Yoongi swears then. ‘Shit, you just got so fucking tight,’ he groans. He thrusts hard, warmth spreading into you as he cums.

You press your tongue, firm, against the underside of Namjoon’s cock, and swallow around his head. Namjoon pulls out, and you moan.

‘Joon!’

Namjoon laughs. He moves down your body, pressing kisses to your heated skin as he goes, until he’s back between your legs.

He plunges into you with a deep thrust, and you grab his ass. ‘You can take me, can’t you, baby? You’re always such a good girl for me.’

Yoongi’s pressing kisses to your face, stroking your cheek, as Namjoon fucks you. He presses a finger against your ass, then with a deep groan, he’s cumming, spurting hot ropes of cum into you, pushing Yoongi’s cum out so it drips out of you.

‘Fuck!’ Namjoon swears. ‘Fuck!’

He’s still moving, hips grinding, and you cry out as you cum again.

Namjoon, always aware of you, pinches your clit even as he softens and pulls out.

‘Good, baby?’ he asks.

‘Yeah good,’ you say, breathless, looking at Yoongi.

Yoongi presses another kiss to your lips.

‘I came thinking about fucking your ass,’ Namjoon tells you. His dimples flash again.

‘Who’s being the fucking romantic now?’ asks Yoongi, deadpan. He’s already tucking you under the covers, getting up to get you a drink.

You’re ignoring their squabbling, turning your face into the pillow, letting sleep take you.

***

Hoseok greets Namjoon and Yoongi, then pulls you into his arms. He smells so good you wish you could bury your face in his chest forever.

‘You ok?’ he asks, quietly, looking down at your face.

‘Yeah,’ you yawn. ‘I might turn in early, we’re making koji tomorrow.’

Hoseok nods. ‘I’ll see you home and come back and serve these guys.’

You’re amazed that Yoongi and Namjoon are still going, you feel like a wilted flower, like you can barely stay on your feet.

You wave goodbye and Hoseok opens the car door for you, buckling you into your seat carefully. He drives the familiar road from his bar to your house, one hand on the wheel, the other on your leg, warm, reassuring.

By the time you get to bed your eyes are closing. Hoseok smooths your hair back off your face.

‘Want me to stay?’ he asks. You know he will if you tell him yes, Hobi’s always been good like that.

You shake your head. ‘You should go, Hobi, who knows what they’ll be up to.’

Hoseok laughs. Namjoon’s on one of his notorious recuperative visits to the mountains, which usually involve drinking, partying and long periods spent chilling, doing nothing at all.

Yoongi doesn’t usually come with Namjoon, though. You wonder if he’d just come on impulse, given what you’d been about to do before you both met Namjoon.

‘I’ll come and check on you tomorrow, ok? After the koji.’

You nod, sleepy. ‘Night, Hobi.’

Hoseok presses a soft kiss to your forehead and lets himself out.

***

When you next open your eyes, the sun’s just come up, the early morning light filtering into your bedroom. You stretch and decide to take a walk down to your hot spring.

It’s cool, humid as you walk across the fields. Your hot spring is beautiful in the early morning, you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of the view.

Even more beautiful is Hoseok’s straight back as he sits, looking out at the water.

He turns his head as you approach.

‘Hobi,’ you say, running your hand through his mussed hair. He looks like he hasn’t slept. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes.

You kiss him, because you can, just to say hello. Unexpectedly, he tugs you down, deepening the kiss. His hand curls around the back of your neck, cupping your head, fingers lacing through your hair.

‘Hobi,’ you murmur.

His gaze is clear, his eyes affectionate. ‘I missed you,’ he tells you.

You slip off your clothes, stripping down to your swimsuit.

‘Take your bottoms off,’ you tell him.

Hoseok grins. He slips off his shorts, and to your pleasure, he’s not wearing anything underneath. His cock, already semi-erect, hardens as you slip into the water and push yourself up to take him in your mouth.

‘Fuck,’ he says. His hands grip your upper arms, holding you steady as you lick up his cock, getting him wet. His thighs flex against your arms.

You’ve never given him a blow job like this before, half in your hot spring, but Hobi’s always been one to roll with it.

He grips your hair with one hand, other hand curled around your neck.

‘Your mouth,’ he grunts. He pushes you down on his cock, just rough enough that you moan at how it feels.

You cup his balls, feeling them tighten as you let him fuck your mouth.

His cry as he cums echoes throughout the quiet serenity of your hot spring.

Immediately, he pulls you up, not giving a shit that you’re getting him wet, and kisses you deeply. You barely have time to swallow him down.

‘I love you, fuck, I love you,’ he tells you, fervent.

He holds you like that for a moment, recovering.

Then he pats your ass. ‘Go for your swim. I’ll make sure there’s breakfast for you when you get back.’

You press another kiss to the head of his cock before swimming away.

***

Yoongi pulls up outside your house as you’re leaving to make koji.

He gets out, nonchalant, fucking beautiful in his white tee and dark glasses.

‘I thought I’d help with making koji,’ he says.

You remember the last time he helped you with the koji, the strength in his hands as he’d laid out the steamed rice.

You smile, lazy. ‘Koji making is a very important step in the sake brewing process,’ you remind him.

Yoongi smiles right back. ‘Maybe you should pay more attention to your koji and less to my hands.’

‘Fair,’ you say. ‘Come on, Jun and Mari are already there.’

The man’s distracting, to say the least. You’re standing back as Jun and Mari sprinkle spores over the rice, and Yoongi hums from where he’s standing behind you.

His white tee is stuck to the front of his chest, his forearms crossed over, hands up near his neck. This close, you can see the beads of sweat in his hairline. The koji room is warm.

‘Min Yoongi, will you stop it,’ you tell him, weary.

Yoongi has the audacity to smile. ‘You stop it.’ He gives you a long, slow, once over, and you can feel your skin warming as his eyes travel along your body.

‘Were you ok? You looked wiped out last night. Namjoon and I were worried.’

‘You two are a lot,’ you tell him.

Yoongi grins. ‘Come on. I’ll take you to lunch.’

Yoongi’s solicitous as usual over lunch, ordering all of your favourite foods, making sure you’re drinking enough.

Yoongi drops you off at home after, getting out to walk you up to your back door.

‘When are you leaving?’ you ask.

‘Tomorrow,’ Yoongi tells you. ‘Go get some rest. Do you think you’re up to meeting up tonight?’

‘Oh yeah, I wanted you and Namjoon to try the new Junmai daiginjo as well,’ you say, remembering.

Yoongi nods. ‘Dinner, then here after?’

‘Yeah, I’ll check if Hoseok’s free.’

Something flickers in Yoongi’s eyes. ‘Dessert?’ he asks.

‘Are you trying to kill me, Yoongi?’ you grumble.

Yoongi looks serious a moment. ‘You can stop us anytime,’ he tells you.

‘That’s not my problem,’ you tell him. ‘The problem is I don’t want to stop.’

Yoongi laughs. ‘Go get some rest then, brat.’

He waits until you get inside before turning to leave.

***

Hoseok steps into your bedroom, then takes a step back to admire you.

‘Wow,’ he says.

‘Too much?’ you ask, self-conscious.

‘It’s too much, but not because of anything you’re wearing,’ Hoseok tells you. ‘Damn.’

‘You look great,’ you tell him.

It’s true, Hoseok looks fresh, gorgeous in his deceptively simple shirt and trousers. One of the many rings you’ve given him is on his ring finger. There’s a matching one on yours.

‘I see you’re wearing our promise ring,’ Hoseok teases.

It’s an inside joke, you love to get each other jewellery, it’s been a tradition on each of your birthdays for years now. He’d got you your ring, and that same year you’d bought him a matching one.

You love it because it reminds you of him.

Hoseok holds out his arm. ‘Ready, baby?’

***

You’re headed back from the bar, slowing down to enjoy the view.

Namjoon and Yoongi are sitting across from each other, Hoseok opposite you.

Your dinner companions are beautifully dressed as always, Yoongi in his white shirt with sleeves rolled up to show his forearms, Namjoon in a black cashmere V-neck, his long legs splayed under the table. Hoseok’s laughter warms you as you approach.

Hoseok’s the first to see you coming back.

He gets up to pull your chair out. ‘Have you had enough to eat, my love?’ he asks.

‘I think so,’ you tell him.

‘Dessert?’ asks Namjoon. A dimple flashes in his cheek as he waits for a reply.

‘The new junmai daiginjo goes well with everything,’ you say, pretending to think about it.

Now Yoongi’s leaning forward. ‘I’d love to try it,’ he says.

Hoseok’s looking at you. ‘I picked up melons and strawberries on the way back today,’ he says.

‘Yum,’ you say.

Hoseok laughs. ‘I’ll make sure you get fed,’ he promises.

***

You’re pouring out the three varieties of nihonshu you wanted Yoongi and Namjoon to try whilst Yoongi and Hoseok lay out fruit.

Namjoon follows you into the living room, carrying your tray.

‘I thought I’d take a dip in your hot spring tomorrow,’ he says.

‘You’re always welcome,’ you say.

You reach up to brush his hair out of his face, and he dips his head automatically so you can reach.

‘Your ass looks great in that dress, I want to take a bite out of it.’

Hoseok and Yoongi walk into your living room just in time to catch the tail end of Namjoon’s sentence.

‘Damn, Namjoon, you don’t quit, do you?’ says Yoongi.

Namjoon lays the tray down next to the fruit, looking unrepentant.

You, Namjoon and Yoongi are three glasses deep whilst Hoseok nurses his first glass. He seems content to sit back as Namjoon gets more handsy with you, pulling you into his chest, playfully flipping the hem of your skirt.

You catch Yoongi shooting Namjoon an amused glance just before he tilts his head at you.

You find yourself moving towards Yoongi almost before you’re aware of it. Your lips meet his in a kiss.

Yoongi’s lips press against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. He hums, a low rumble in his chest that thrills you. You love the way he sounds.

Yoongi holds out his arms, and you slide into his lap. You’ve spent plenty of time cuddled up with him like this, although to be fair, Namjoon and Hoseok aren’t usually watching.

When you come apart for air, Namjoon’s sitting back, sipping his drink.

He spreads his legs, patting his thigh. ‘Come sit, baby,’ he says.

You turn your head to look at Hoseok.

Hobi’s watching you, and he smiles as your eyes meet his.

‘You look beautiful, my love,’ he says.

You’re walking over to Namjoon. Just before you reach him, his hands come up to hold your hips. He turns you, gently, and a moment later, you feel his lips against the base of your spine, just above the cleft of your ass. He tugs at the waistband of your lacy panties with his teeth.

‘Off,’ he says. He’s muffled, but his meaning is obvious.

You bend over in front of him, sliding your panties off your hips, letting them drop to your ankles.

Namjoon grunts. ‘Christ, what a view.’

He squeezes your ass.

You turn your head to look at him. ‘I want to see you, Namjoon.’

Namjoon’s standing so fast he nearly bumps into you. You hear the clink of his belt, the slide of his trousers off his waist. Like this, standing behind you, he towers over you. He curls a strong arm around you, under your breasts, and grinds himself against your ass.

Yoongi helps you slip your dress off. He seeks your lips again, wrapping his arms around you, kissing along your jaw as Namjoon squeezes your ass.

Namjoon’s fingers slip along your cunt, spreading your wetness, probing along your ass.

‘You feel good,’ Namjoon tells you, ‘so good.’

A moment later his finger enters your ass. Your pussy clenches, and you moan.

‘Fuck. I’ve been dreaming about this,’ Namjoon mutters.

Yoongi’s helping you stand, stroking his hand over the transparent lace of your bra, pinching your nipples.

Namjoon leans over to nibble your ear, finger working inside you.

‘I need to fuck you,’ he says, voice strained. He stills completely, and you realise he’s waiting for the go-ahead, even though it wasn’t phrased like a question.

You look at Hoseok, and what you see floors you.

He’s standing, gaze so intense on yours you feel totally exposed. His hand is curled over his cock, still in his briefs but so hard you can see the clear outline of him against the material.

His voice, when he speaks, is hoarse. ‘Show me, baby,’ he says.

You’ve barely nodded when you feel the slippery slide of lube along your ass.

Namjoon sits. ‘Sit on me, baby,’ he tells you.

Namjoon supports your ass as you lower yourself onto him.

It’s tight, but he feels so good. You moan as he fills you, and Namjoon jerks, fingers tightening on your hips.

Yoongi waits until you’re fully seated on Namjoon before he goes back to playing with your tits. You’re about to start moving, when Namjoon grabs your hip, immobilising you.

‘Stay still,’ he says. ‘Fuck, stay still.’

You can feel his cock throbbing inside you.

Yoongi cups your face. ‘You good, baby?’ he asks.

You look up at him. ‘Yeah.’ You tug at the waist of his briefs. ‘Let me taste you.’

Yoongi’s obliging, pulling down his briefs, tapping his cock against your lips.

You take him in, pressing up with your tongue, loving the hard length of him.

You can feel Namjoon’s hand sliding down the front of you, the heel of his hand pressing against your clit as he slides his fingers into you.

His hips buck, once, and you moan around Yoongi’s cock.

You hear a ‘fuck’ but have no idea who’s said it.

Namjoon’s hips buck again, and you cry out as you cum, clenching helplessly around the tips of his fingers.

Namjoon bites the curve of your neck. ‘This ass,’ he hisses. ‘Damn. You fuck me so good, baby.’

He groans, deep in his chest, as he bucks again and spills inside you. There’s so much cum it pools beneath you.

Yoongi picks up the pace, fucking into your mouth, panting, groaning. He strokes your hair back, fingers tightening in your hair, as he spurts his cum down your throat.

You’re breathless, sandwiched between Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s hard bodies, when Hoseok slides his arms around you.

‘Come on, baby,’ he says. He picks you up and takes you up to your bedroom.

***

As soon as you’re in your bedroom, you tug Hoseok down to you.

‘Love me,’ you murmur to him.

Hoseok’s smiling at you, stroking your hair back from your face fondly.

‘I always will,’ he tells you.

Hoseok lays you down on your bed, his body covering yours.

He kisses down your neck and chest, tongue flicking at your sensitive nipples, still peaked from Yoongi’s touch.

You moan and pull him to you, helping him seat himself between your thighs.

You’re so wet still that the slide is easy, the glide of his hips against yours like coming home.

‘I love you,’ Hoseok murmurs, lips pressed to your ear. He’s been so hard for so long that he feels sensitive, twitching inside your wet walls, overwhelmed with the warmth of you.

‘I love you, Hoseok,’ you tell him, tilting your hips up to his, loving the feel of him.

You slide your fingers to where you’re joined, stroking over your swollen clit.

Hoseok tugs your hand away. ‘Let me,’ he tells you.

Hoseok knows your body so well, knows exactly with you like, that in moments you’re clenching around him, crying out his name.

‘Yeah,’ he utters. ‘You’re so good to me, baby.’

He pulls you tight against him, buries himself in you, and cums.

You think he gets up to clean you off, presses a glass of water to your lips and makes you drink, but you’re floating in and out by that point, in a blissed-out haze with the man you love taking care of you.

***

Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok are in your hot spring when you turn up the next morning.

You stare at their bare chests, attracted but also irritated that your morning swim's been hijacked.

Hoseok smiles at you, cheeky, irresistible. ‘Come in, baby.’

‘No fucking way,’ you say. ‘I know what’s gone on in there.’

Yoongi and Hoseok nod.

Namjoon raises his eyebrows. ‘Wait. What?’

You roll your eyes. ‘I’ll make breakfast.’

You turn and make your way back home.

©hamsterclaw 2022

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whippedforbangtansonyeondan · 2 years

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#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan smut #bts smut #min yoongi #yoongi bts #yoongi smut #jung hoseok #hoseok bts #hoseok smut #kim namjoon #namjoon bts #namjoon smut #e: rap line #e: yoongi #e: hoseok #e: namjoon

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biaswreckme · 1 year

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if we live fast | namgiseok

Summary: Namjoon liked to think he was someone who excelled at exerting self-control. or Namjoon's reaction to Yoongi and Hoseok in the Run BTS dance practice.

Pairing: Namjoon/Yoongi/Hoseok

Member: Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok

Length: 500 words

Genre: smut

Rating: 18+

Triggers/Warnings: threesome, smut is not exactly explicit but it's there, Doms Hoseok and Yoongi, Sub Namjoon, implied aftercare

You can read it on: AO3

Namjoon liked to think he was someone who excelled at exerting self-control. Sometimes he could not truly hide his emotions and would clench his jaw, visibly reacting in some more extreme situations.

The first time he had truly lost himself had been after their online concert, Yoongi and Hoseok caging him in reaction to their performance in the made up boxing ring, all the pushing around and the intensity of the lyrics being too hot, too sweaty, too much.

And then that day happened. That day he had to exert the most of his self-control.

It started with Jimin showing up for the dance practice filming with wait was that a sweatshirt, riding up and showing his torso in certain movements, and there was not a single person in the room not hypnotized by it.

Hoseok with his ferocity and seriousness as a dance leader almost always messed with Namjoon, especially when they’d had a moment alone earlier, only teases and promises of more. Namjoon had already been on the edge for a while when he showed up like that. How dare you show up with a bun and looking like that. There was something about the way Yoongi carried himself for that practice, and when Namjoon caught a subtle smirk between him and Hoseok, he knew he was in for a treat later.

He tried to focus, but could feel his mind slipping at times, getting distracted by his thoughts, wanting to be pressed between their bodies, to feel their passion.

At a certain point he didn’t care anymore if the others knew how he was feeling.

As soon as they stopped filming and were happy with the content, he let himself be led away from the room, out into the cars and into one of their apartments. The ride had never seemed shorter yet at the same time longer; it was paradoxical yet in his mind it made complete sense.

They were in a hush and he didn’t really care where he was in space and time, the only thing he cared about was being sandwiched between their two hot bodies, both Hoseok and Yoongi tugging at his hair, making him kneel before them, his mouth open and eyes closed, just letting himself feel and be wrecked. At one point he lost his clothes, maybe they were still at the company, maybe they were scattered in the room they were in. At another point his hips were being hoisted up, his face down on a soft cushion, his mouth being gently open. Himself being split open, stretched, gaped, maneuvered to their pleasure.

Hazily he looked up and Yoongi’s hair was falling out of the bun, sweat covering his temples, some of it dropping down on him, Hoseok’s body behind him making him feel oh so small. There was nothing but them and their kind words being whispered in contrast with their mean actions that later turned into loving affirmations and caresses to slowly bring him back to himself.

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yoongyeah2910 · 2 years

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''Whoever kisses first loses and has to be bottom...''

Yoonseok - smut

Notes:

Top Hoseok, bottom Yoongi

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“Whoever kisses first loses and has to be bottom.”

Yoongi was mad at himself for suggesting this. How could he win when Hoseok looks the way he does?

“I wanna kiss you so bad but I also wanna fuck you so hard.” He whispered.

Hoseok smiled. Their foreheads and noses were pressed together, their breaths mixing. Yoongi moved so his face was in the crook of his neck.

“Neck kisses count.” Hoseok said.

“If you want to be bottom just hurry up and lose already.”

“Who said I did?” he smirked.

Yoongi groaned. He inhaled deeply, smelling his cologne. He couldn’t stop imagining attacking his neck and leaving as many marks as he could. Instead, he took off Hoseok’s shirt and pushed him to lay down. Yoongi trailed over to his nipple and licked it.

“I think this is cheating.” Hoseok said.

“I’m licking, not kissing.” Yoongi replied. He flicked his tongue over the bud.

Hoseok set his hand in his hair. “This isn’t fair.”

Yoongi had to keep reminding himself not to suck on it, since that would be a kiss. His tongue travelled up to Hoseok’s neck and over his lips.

“Definitely not fair.” Hoseok said.

Yoongi smirked.

“Fine. Two can play at that game.” Hoseok told him. He pushed him back to switch their positions, kneeling in between his legs. He started taking his pants off.

“Really?” Yoongi said. “I don’t think this is allowed.

Hoseok leaned down to his crotch once his pants were off. “You only said kissing.” He reminded. He nuzzled his face into his cock.

Yoongi let out a quiet moan. He brushed the hair out of Hoseok's face with his fingers. He watched Hoseok lick his clothed dick, making it further harden. He rubbed his tongue on it. Yoongi almost took off his underwear right then.

Thankfully, Hoseok did so himself. He licked a wide stripe up his length. Yoongi bit his lip. He wanted his cock in his mouth so badly.

He lasted a few more moments. Yoongi sat up and pinned Hoseok down by his shoulders. They looked at each other, Yoongi’s eyes filled with lust and Hoseok’s amused.

“Fuck it.” Yoongi whispered. He closed the space between them, automatically pushing Hoseok’s lips apart to enter his tongue. He soon moved to his neck and started making hickeys. He sucked on his supple skin, nibbling and licking it.

Hoseok let out a low moan. “You lose.” He breathed.

“You better fuck me hard.” Yoongi said. He sucked on his earlobe.

“Don’t worry.” Hoseok told him. He took off Yoongi’s shirt and pushed him to lay down. He kissed his chest, frequently moving to his nipples.

“When I say hard I mean no condom, no lube, no prep, nothing.” Yoongi said. He closed his eyes at the feeling of his boyfriend’s mouth on him.

Hoseok trailed down his stomach. “Oh, baby, I have to prep you. I don’t want you to hurt.”

Yoongi propped himself up on his elbows to watch him. “Fine. But make it quick.”

Hoseok made eye contact as he took his cock in his mouth. Yoongi moaned, gripping his hair tight. He enjoyed it but just wanted to be fucked already.

But of course, Hoseok was taking his sweet time. He bobbed his head slowly, his hand playing with his balls. Yoongi groaned and tilted his head back. He was about to beg (more like order) after a few minutes—right when Hoseok moved away.

“Condom?” he asked as he got the lube from the bedside table.

“No, and hurry up.” Yoongi snapped.

Hoseok smirked. He squirted lube on his hand and rubbed it around Yoongi’s hole, also going to his cock. Yoongi lifted his legs out of the way. Hoseok pushed in two fingers at once.

“Ah–” Yoongi yelped at the pain. He moaned when Hoseok started thrusting them. He winced once more when he entered the third, but his expression turned to that of pleasure as Hoseok scissored and curled them.

“Was that fast enough for you?” Hoseok leaned over him and took his fingers out.

Yoongi nodded. He cupped Hoseok’s face and kissed him. He felt Hoseok line up and push in, making him moan. Hoseok rolled his hips at a slow pace.

“So tight,” he breathed, kissing Yoongi’s jaw.

Yoongi moved his hands to grab his ass. “I said fuck me hard.”

He felt Hoseok smile. “Have some patience, will you?”

“I should’ve never suggest that stupid game.” Yoongi muttered.

Hoseok was still slow, but deepened his thrusts. Yoongi let out small whines. “Another example of how little patience you have. I should tie you up and tease you and see how bratty you get.”

“Definitely not.” Yoongi dug his fingernails into his skin. Hoseok was hitting his prostate each time, causing his whole body to fill with pleasure.

Hoseok went faster eventually. Not soon enough for Yoongi, though. They both moaned with each thrust—Hoseok’s quiet grunts and Yoongi’s whimpers. Hoseok left numerous hickeys on his boyfriend’s neck.

“I’m close,” Yoongi said after a short while. “Touch me.”

“I think I’d like to fuck the cum out of you instead.” Hoseok told him, nipping at his ear.

“Just fucking touch me.” Yoongi groaned.

Hoseok didn’t listen. Yoongi went to jerk himself off, but they were pressed too closely together. He supposes that’s good enough if he can’t have the real thing. The two climaxed around the same time, but Yoongi was first. The euphoric feeling had his eyes rolling back. The sticky liquid rubbing between them was almost a good enough image to get him going again.

Hoseok came with hard thrusts, then sat back and pulled out. He leaned down to eat his cum out of Yoongi’s ass. Yoongi whined and mewled at the oversensitivity.

“See, you lived. Waiting isn’t that bad.” Hoseok said, breathing heavily.

Yoongi was limp on the bed, his eyes closed. “I really want to say fuck you right now but I’m trying to be nice.”

Hoseok laughed. “You wish you could’ve fucked me.”

Yoongi sat up and looked at him. His smug expression riled up his dominance. “I’ll get my revenge.”

“Whatever you say.” Hoseok bent down to peck his forehead before getting up to start cleaning.

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madamdionysia · 2 years

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So ive just been unsure of that sub!seonghwa post but i checked the notes and its the most popular????

Thank you?????

#i can write more sub! or poly! things if you all would like #the lack of poly ateez on here is #im so sad #like matz would be such a force together damn #anyway working on some sort of shitty pirate smut thing to stop my brain from cumbusting #purposeful typo btw like send help #i also have archer yeosang thanks to isac in the works as well #and it casually hit like 1k no problem so i might just stretch it out #also if you have any debate or different takes on things please let me know because #i love hearing about the boys and im friendless on the internet #jk #someone send me more thots the fax machine is overloading #or mx rap line or hyungwon and changkyun because WHEW #ngl min also has me lately idk what it is about the scorpios #ill formalize my blog when im not busy this semester i know its messy like me shhhh

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shittydazai · 1 year

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tbh i’ve spent all day thinking about the Summerteen Romance story from Paradox Space i wholeheartedly believe it’s the greatest piece of semi-canon hs content out there

#to be fair i’ve only read like 2 other stories from paradox space but cmon #first of all i love writer karkat second of all he’s writing friend fiction and it’s hilarious #dave’s freestyle smut writing AND the karkat leaving a blank for him to freestyle rap #flashbang kanaya #the scourge sisters scene that parallels terezi killing vriska #don’t even get me started on the much better boyfriend material line #he’s literally writing this knowing he’s gonna have dave read it like hmm let’s talk about the love triangle we’re in #haha anyway it’s consumed me #i say the greatest but some of the pesterquest routes are also dear to me #dave questioning his sexuality route my beloved.#and jade meeting her friends instead of experiencing more crippling loneliness my beloved #homestuck #max is speaking

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spiceofvy · 9 months

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BTS Rapline - Walking in on the Reader masturbating

cws: gender neutral reader, mutual masturbation (hoseok), guided masturbation (hoseok, namjoon)

Yoongi: As soon as Yoongi realizes what you‘re doing he just turns around and walks out without a word. He knows important solo fun can be and doesn‘t want to disturb you. He respects your privacy, you know? But if he hears you moaning his name while you touch yourself… he is a goner. He loves the idea that he brings you pleasure even in your fantasies. He turns your face towards him and looks at you with dark eyes „Want me to make your fantasy come true?“

Hoseok: It‘s not the first time that this happens and you two talked about how to act in situations like this. Hoseok just watches you for a bit before he pulls out his dick and starts getting off on the image of you masturbating. He stares down at you with a wide grin as he takes in your beautiful body. „C‘mon go a bit faster for me baby“, will treat you like this is his personal cam show, giving you orders on how to touch yourself, to moan his name, and not to cum until he gives you permission to.

Namjoon: Starts to blush like you two didn‘t just fuck last night. He can‘t tear his eyes away from you, feeling guilty about it because he shouldn‘t interfere with your private time. But the image is burned into his brain as he walks out of the room into the bathroom to jerk off to the way your voice sounds through the walls. Bites his fist to not be too loud. As if you wouldn't get off to him being this affected by you. If you ask him to stay and help you he will, may it be through touching you or by guiding you with his words. "That's it, darling, touch yourself just like that."

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veeparkersstuff · 8 months

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Happy birthday Namjoon🤍

(Like or reblog, don't repost pls🦀)

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bts-trash-blog · 1 year

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Part 1

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calumfmu · 1 month

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sugar coated melting.

Being assistant to the famous Steve Harrington wasn't an easy task, he was demanding as ever and made sure he was nice to everyone but you. But a job was a job, and it was the cost of working in Hollywood.

Famous!Steve Harrington x Assistant!reader (modern!au, with 40's Steve) 7.5k+ words

cw: older Steve Harrington, smut, loss of virginity, inexperienced!reader, AFAB reader, angst (what's new), mentions of death, swearing, 18+, mdni

Working with one of the most famous actors in the world was draining, exhausting, taxing, everything you could negatively describe. He was such a high maintenance person, he made your job seem like a constant boot camp run for the Navy Seals. Your best friend had cackled at that supply of information.

Steve wasn’t a bad person, no. He was handsome (obviously, he had been voted most handsome of the previous 2 years in a row), kind (to most people—who weren’t you), and compassionate (he let you eat his leftovers that one time you had gotten stuck on set for 16 straight hours). You were getting paid to say nice things about him if anyone had asked.

Life working as his head assistant was just a drag. It was everything you had dreamed of doing when you were a kid, working in Hollywood with big A-listers, attending red carpets, seeing the way movies worked. The job wasn’t the problem, it… was him.

A script was shoved into your hands as you thought of giving it to the man. The look on his face was burned into the back of your mind, irritation crossing his features as you imagined giving him the bad news. He always took things out on you, attitude forward as he said some slick remark.

Last minute script change, typical of productions like these. Something that anyone could expect while working on these things. Anyone with a normal level of patience would handle it well, take it with stride.

Your fingers rapped against the trailer door, aluminum warm to the touch from the sun beating down on it. Movement sounded behind the door, mumbling a few words out at you.

The door swung open, Steve rubbing at his eyes with his hair sticking in every direction. Fuck, he was asleep. It made it so much worse delivering the news.

“Heyyy, boss,” you beamed, voice raising a few octaves. You held out the script to him, cringing slightly. “Nothing too crazy, just a sliight chan-”

“No,” the door slammed in your face, your eyes closing as the bright reflection shone on you. Your smile immediately dropped, the reflection of your face on the white aluminum door looking back at you.

Red seethed through you, frustration prickling at the back of your neck. You knocked again, this day becoming even longer with each passing second.

“Mr. Harrington.” You were met with silence, ear pressing to the door to hear any movement. You waited a beat, knocking more urgently.

“Don’t want it, tell them no,” he grumbled behind the door, his voice sounded across the trailer, muffled through the closed door.

You took a deep breath, trying to find the patience to not go off on him. You were his assistant, not his agent, not the director of the film, not anything else. What did he realistically think you were going to do about a script change?

“‘M just delivering it, Mr. Harrington.” Your voice was level. “I don’t even think it’s your lines that changed.”

A faint note of music came through the door, Steve deciding to tune you out. Looking towards the sky, you squinted, finding prayer between the clouds.

“Mr. Harrington!”

Another PA walked by you, speaking into the earpiece she had with a clipboard in hand. You raised a hand to greet her, faux smile crossing your lips as you pretended everything was okay. She waved back, making her way in between the trailers and out of your eyesight.

As soon as she disappeared, your fist came up to bang at the door, louder than before.

It opened in the middle of your fit, you nearly stumbled into the trailer. You cut your eyes at your boss, biting your tongue at the swear words that threatened to come out.

The man was well past 30 years old, but still acted like a spoiled brat.

“Fine,” he said through his teeth, grabbing the stack of papers from your hand. He barely glanced at it before tossing it on the small couch behind him. Your eyes followed it, noticing the mess of bottles on the floor around it.

He followed your gaze with his own eyes, stepping into your eyesight as he closed the door slightly.

“Anything else, Yn?” A pinch of attitude at your name. Typical.

You smiled at the man, frustration disappearing as you were just grateful this episode of his didn’t last as long as it did last week.

“No, sir, that would be it for me,” you gave him a slightly bow, clasping your hands in front of you before swiveling on your heel. Descending the mini set of stairs, you rolled your eyes, back to him as you descended. “Fucking twat.”

“I heard that!” His voice was far behind you, your feet moving fast across the blacktops. You smiled back at him, waving as confusion crossed your features.

“Sorry sir, I said it was fucking hot!” You lied straight through your teeth. “Outside, you know? Pardon my language.”

You rolled your eyes once more, turning back on your mission to get back inside the building. You and him both knew what you said, but you didn’t have it in you to care. Nothing you did would get you fired, trust, have you tried.

It was like you were in your own personal Purgatory. You assumed Steve liked you, he wouldn’t fire you even on your worst days. You had fucked up many times, forgetting things, slipping up on his to do list, calling the wrong people for the wrong events. More recently, he had heard the rude nicknames you had for him, and he just didn’t seem to care.

You had heard him one time, whisper under his breath about “best help in Hollywood”. It was sarcastic of course, his eye roll you’ve been well acquainted with to follow.

The last few weeks have been more of a hell for you, Steve becoming more temperamental and moody, you becoming the worst employee on planet Earth. You begged to be fired at this point, your shot at unemployment looking more and more appetizing.

A sudden ring cut through the air, your back pocket buzzing. Pulling it out, you nearly ripped your hair out, Steve’s contact popping up on the screen. I could ignore it, you thought. This could finally be my chance at escaping him.

Your thoughts were cut short, the phone ringing again as Steve's name popped up. He didn't even let the first one finish before trying you again.

"Oh, Mr. Harrington," you breathed, hand pressed into your brow as you answered. "Hi, sorry, sir. Did you need me?"

"Need you to come back," you heard him say, voice muffled as he seemed to be doing other things on the other side of the line. Your feet responded before your brain did, autopilot in motion. "Script's not fucking working, and I just-"

Something fell in the background, and your footsteps faltered. You ignored it, rolling your eyes yet again at his antics.

"Are you okay, sir?" You asked, seeing his trailer in the distance. One of the trailer windows had its blinds half up, he paced back and forth.

You approached it, listening to him as he rambled on the phone, speaking about how much he hated this director and his damn agent for giving him these roles. Fighting back laughter, you cosigned with him, not choosing to mention that this stupid role was worth $13 million.

You raised your fist to knock at the door, it swinging open before you could even make a noise. The three dial tones of the phone call ending rung in your ears, Steve grumbling at you to enter.

"A-are you sure, sir?" Hesitation filled you, you weren't used to stepping into his trailer. You think you'd been in it once during the last seven months of production, grabbing his left behind cell phone before they traveled to location.

Steve didn't look at you the whole time, just muttering words under his breath as he held the brand new scripts in his hand. He was pacing, feet burning holes in the carpet of the trailer.

You slowly stepped in, apprehensively closing the door behind you. Hands clasped in front of you, you stood in close proximity to the door, eyes shifting over the large trailer.

He had clothes thrown over one end of the vehicle, previous scripts sitting on the makeshift table, and a half full glass of a dark colored liquid next to it. You eyed it, brow furrowing as you swore this man had been sober for the past few years--or at least, that's what the news outlets said about him. Not like you kept up.

"Sir," you interjected his thoughts, causing him to stop in place. He still didn't look at you. "Why am I here?"

Curt answers were the easiest way for you to pretend to be nice to him. You knew you couldn't be outright rude, this was your boss after all. Saying stuff under your breath and if he accidentally heard was another thing.

He ignored you.

"How is this supposed to be the Oscar nomination when they have me acting like this?" He exhaled a small shout at the end of his words, your eyes squinting at the volume. "Does this make sense to you? It's like they want me to make a fool of myself, no?"

You shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the floor. "I'm not sure how you want me to answer that, sir."

He waited a moment, sighing loudly as he collapsed on the couch, arm thrown over his eyes. You looked at him then, seeing the way his chest heaved as he shook his eyes. The sun was setting now, golden hour lighting inching through the windows over his figure. His bed head was still wild, even more messy than it was previously.

"W-what would you like me to do, sir?" You asked, arms crossing over your chest as you felt the awkwardness creep into the air. This was the longest you had been in a room with him, at least, with no one around.

Glancing at the watch on your wrist, you took note of your 'shift' being almost over. It was a quarter to seven, your freedom lingering in the distance.

"Sir?"

"Enough!" He cut out, breaking his silence. You jumped at the words, ducking your head as his outburst came. This was the Steve you knew, the short tempered boss who was always so moody whenever things didn't go his way.

You opted for silence, not daring to speak as you awaited his next choice of words.

His arm left his face, palm running down his features as he stared into the ceiling of the trailer.

"Sorry, I just," his voice was significantly lower. He sat up on the edge of the couch, his palms resting on his thighs. "I just need you to take me home."

Your eyes closed briefly, irritation quickly crossing you as you realized this was going to be a longer day than you imagined. If Steve had needed you longer than you were scheduled, then so be it.

"Why?" The word wasn't supposed to come out, replacing the 'okay' that sat on the edge of your mouth.

His gaze cut to you quickly, searching your face as you stood there. Eyes burning slightly, you felt tears prickling. The pint of Ben & Jerry's ice cream, and Friends rerun marathon looking further away from you could bring you to tears.

"Because I employ you, do I not?" The harshness in his words did nothing but fuel the 'Hollywood Tell All' feature you planned for the day you quit.

"You do, sir, yes," You muttered, hands dropping to your side in defeat. "I just thought you'd drive yourself like normal. You know, day ends, and I'll see you here the next day, eight sharp like normal."

"I can't--no," he answered, standing up as he gathered his things. "I don't have to explain myself to you. You just need to take me home. You can drive my car."

The words to protest him were lost in your throat. You complied with his actions, eyes to the floor as he finished gathering his things. Following him out of the trailer, you sighed, feeling like you were walking into a lion's den.

The walk to the private lot was silent, Steve grumbling to himself as he texted someone on his phone. You noticed his phone ringing several times, his thumb finding the red button to end it each time. Curse words came out of his mouth every few seconds, a few from your own mouth being added to the mix as you thought of ways to leave.

As the two of you came across an old school beemer sitting deep in the parking lot, he threw the keys at you, settling into the passenger seat. Reluctantly, you slide in the driver's seat, feeling the leather interior beneath your fingers.

"Nice car, boss," You whispered, checking out how the car didn't even look a day out of 1985. Steve side eyed you, nodding at the compliment before returning to his phone.

"Get us there in one piece, yeah?"

You sucked your teeth as his comment, shaking your head before starting the car. It was like it was impossible for him to be a decent person. Here you were, doing something for this man which may or may not be in your contract, and he couldn't even say thank you to a compliment about his car.

The ride was silent save for an old tape that played in the car. Some band from the 80's you noted, a little too old for your taste. Steve's fingers tapped away at his phone, not focused on the LA traffic you sat in for most of the drive. He gave you directions to his swanky high rise, ignored you as you struggled to keep up with him.

You pulled into an underground garage, valet men coming immediately, opening the door for you as they took the keys. Everything happened in such fast motion, you barely noticed he was half way to the elevator. Jogging to catch up with him, you turned your own attention to your phone, thumb hovering over the Uber app.

Steve took a call, fingers rapidly pressing the elevator button as he spoke (yelled) at the person on the other end.

"No, Robin, I'm not doing that, okay?" He said, voice gruff as he glanced at you. You heard the static voice of the person on the other line, seeming to be yelling at him too.

The elevator dinged, the two of your bodies stepping in as the doors opened. The transportation app on your phone lagged, loading bar stagnant on your screen.

"No, I get it, it's been years. Fine, I-" Steve groaned in frustration, eyes repeatedly shifting over to you as you tried to tune out the phone call. You stared at the numbers the elevator passed, the first floor blinking by before you could say anything. Your phone remain in your hand, screen dimming as it began to time out.

"Robin. I know."

The voice on the other line picked up, the woman's voice growing even louder. Steve pulled the phone away from his ear slightly, grimacing at the volume. The elevator stopped at a floor labeled 'P', doors opening to a mini lobby that ended in double doors. He went over to unlock them, key fob in his hands as a beep sounded through the empty room.

As he stepped through them, phone balanced on his shoulder with his ear pressed to it, he looked at you. You stood right outside the elevator, doors closing behind you as you didn't know what to do.

He held open his front door, hand waving at you in frustration. "Well, are you coming in?"

You pressed your lips together, another wave of irritation pulling at your teeth. Eyes half rolling, you nodded, entering the doors as he closed and locked it behind you.

Steve moved fast, throwing his jacket over a couch that lay in the middle of the giant room, toeing off his shoes by its side. You stood in place, not sure what to do as your boss made his way around his home.

You took note of the place, not picturing that he would live in a place like this. It was modern, with a touch of old school fashion. Retro furniture, expensive nonetheless. Floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the city. However, not a touch of life, no personal pictures, no sign of family, or anything personal that may shine light on what type of person he truly was.

You stepped in further to the place, watching as Steve made his way to a cabinet in his kitchen. Observing him over the breakfast bar, you saw into the open kitchen, watched him as he grabbed a rocks glass and a bottle of something pushed far back into a cabinet.

He continued on the phone, placing it on speaker as he began to open the bottle. He struggled at first, face turning up as his hands twisted on the cap.

Slowly making your way around the room, you glanced around, expecting him to yell at you for even being here, despite inviting you in.

"Steve," you heard the voice on the other line say. His eyes drifted towards the phone, pouring a hefty shot. "All I'm saying is, I miss you. And care for you. I love you. I want you to be okay today, alright?"

Steve grunted in response, not noticing your proximity to him. You cleared your throat slightly, wanting to gain his attention.

The woman on the phone waited for more of a response. Once it was clear she wasn't going to get one, she sighed. "If you change your mind, you know where to find us."

"Yeah sure," his tone was rude, eyes boring into the glass of dark liquid that sat in front of him. His fingers danced at the rim.

"Eddie would've wanted you to come."

Steve's body language immediately stiffened, finger moving to hang up the phone before throwing back the shot of liquor. His face grimaced at the taste, slamming the glass back on the table.

You didn't know what to say, looking anywhere but at your boss.

"Fuck, I forgot you were even here," he suddenly said, hand running through his hair. His hand was on his hip, eyes glossy as he looked at you. You chewed at your bottom lip, nodding as he stared at you. He pointed to the alcohol, shrugging. "Drink?"

Declining, your head shook. "I don't drink, sir."

"Ahh," he said, grabbing the glass and bottle as he headed towards the couch. "Good girl."

He threw himself down on the furniture, exhaling loudly as he stretched out. His eyes were closed as you stood across the room.

"Hey, I-I think I'm gonna go," you said, beginning to walk towards the exit. "I'll see you tomorrow."

As you crossed the room, Steve's voice called out to you. Your movements stopped, turning on your heel to look at him.

"Stay?" He asked you, eyes huge as they looked in your direction. You took note of his features, blinking at him as he awaited your response. Your boss was approaching his 40's, however, in this moment, he looked just like a little kid. Pictures of him in his teen years you had seen on the Internet were pushed to the forefront of your mind.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Mr. Harrington," you muttered, wanting to leave the scene.

His eyes fell to the floor briefly before he spoke out, "Steve."

"Huh?" You were confused, this sudden change in his attitude.

"You can call me Steve," he said, shifting his body as he relaxed into the couch. "We've known each other for a few years now, figured we should might as well be on a first name basis."

Fighting back the eye roll, you were reminded in the ways your boss had made your life into chaos.

"I bet you a million dollars, you don't even know my name, sir."

His gaze softened, laughing out loud as your hard exterior slowly came back.

"Yn." He muttered, smile dancing at his mouth.

You didn't know what to say, stuck between dashing out of his apartment or staying and seeing what type of Steve Harrington you were going to get today.

"I figure I should apologize for the way I've acted today," he said, turning forward as his gaze left your way. You didn't know why, but your feet followed it, walking closer so you could sit next to him. Lowering your self on the couch, you felt self conscious, like he was going to snap any second.

You snorted, "Today?"

He was staring at the bottle of alcohol in front of him, smile still on his face. Laughing at your comment, he shrugged.

"I have been a dick, haven't I?" He whispered, shaking his head as the smile slowly dropped from his face. His voice dropped to a whisper, eyes unfocused as he stared in front of himself. "Such a fucking dick."

You didn't know why, but you felt the need to comfort the man. He was clearly going through something at the moment, if the look alone on his face was any tell.

"Hey, not too bad of one," you wanted to reach out to grab him.

"Don't lie," he laughed, head turning your way. His eyes met yours, deep brown staring into the color of yours. You noticed moles dotting his face, slight lines of aging covering his features. He was still youthful, his eyes telling the tale of a once young boy who was within. "I've been terrible. And you don't deserve that."

A pang hit your heart, feeling the weight of his words. You didn't really deserve his treatment. No matter if he paid you or not.

He continued his words, eyes staring past you. "And yet here I am, sitting here with my assistant. Drinking for the first time in years." A laugh bubbled out of him, hands running down his face as he leaned further back into the couch. "You know I'm supposed to be in Indiana right now?"

You shook your head, not wanting to interrupt him. Making yourself comfortable, you took off your shoes, slipping your feet underneath yourself.

"Well, I'm supposed to be in Indiana, it's the 20th anniversary of, uhm," his voice cracked, eyes welling up with a tear that was blinked back. "It's the anniversary of one of my friend's dying, and I'm not there."

Breath catching in your throat, you didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry, sir," you muttered, hand reaching out to rest at his thigh. The touch was inappropriate, but so was this interaction you could say.

He looked down at your hand, watching your thumb as it brushed over his jeans.

"It's okay," he responded, eyes finding yours again. "It's been so long."

You nodded, eyes scanning his face as he forced the corners of his mouth to be turned into a smile. You saw right through it, recognizing the pain of a lost loved one straight through. "I don't think that matters."

His face dropped, sincerity crossing his features as he dipped to glance at your hand once more. Silence over took the two of you, the faint sounds of the streets of LA below you, Steve's staggered breathing as he willed himself not to cry. You were patient, finding comfort in the air as he found his words.

"We were all so young, and it feels so long ago, almost like it doesn't exist anymore," he finally said, voice even. "But I know it does. I just have to face it, I've been running from it ever since it happened."

He gestured to his surroundings, and the puzzle clicked into place. This fame and jerk persona that Steve carried himself in, hid the real him. He ran from all of his problems, like anyone else would, especially when dealing with something as traumatic like he had.

You didn't know the details, didn't care to ask, since it seemed to affect him so much. All you knew was that person who had passed so long ago did matter to him, in ways that you couldn't imagine.

Letting him continue his mumblings about the person he used to know, you found out that his name had been Eddie, the one you heard on the phone before. Robin, long time best friend of his, was trying to get him to come out to reconnect with everyone, he hadn't seen much of them since the 'accident', as he had called it. He kept in touch with everyone over the phone, but seeing them in person was a whole different story. It opened up old wounds that he was afraid of what it might bring out.

The story was slightly confusing, him mentioning something about how they all had nearly lost their lives, details that would leave you wondering what this man had gone through. None of this information was available about him in the public, his childhood always being a vague story that never connected.

"So you have kids then?" You questioned, confused on how you never picked up on this detail. There had to have been at least five of them, names you had never heard before now.

Steve laughed suddenly, shaking his head as his hand rested on your own thigh. The two of you were much closer now, as his story unfolded. Your thighs were touching, each other's hands on resting upon each other, mere inches away from your faces.

"No, I don't have any. I guess, I should stop calling them kids now, you know?" His laugh was low in his throat. "They have kids of their own at this point, so they're far from it."

"Oh..." You were dumbfounded, all of this information being at a loss to you. You weren't here to understand, just here to listen.

"You know what, I'm sorry," he suddenly said, removing his hand from your leg. You wanted to whine at the absence, cold replacing his warm touch. "Maybe you should go, actually. This is pretty, uhm..."

"Unprofessional?" You supplied, inching closer as your boss sat there, wide eyed looking at you. In the dark light of his apartment, you could see the way his brown eyes glimmered at you. "I guess we're even then, me calling you a twat earlier."

Steve cackled, pinching the bridge of his nose as he thought of the events earlier.

"I knew you said that!"

You blushed, fighting back your own smile.

"It's not my fault, you were acting like one." Your lips pursed together, observing the older man in front of you.

Silence crept over you, the first break in conversation since his phone call ended earlier. Steve stared at you, eyes darting over your features as his teeth scraped over his bottom lip. You felt shy under his gaze, not knowing what to think of the moment as your boss was closer in proximity than he had ever been in your life.

"Can I make it up to you?"

His voice was low, and you were nodding before you even knew what he meant. Grabbing your cheek in his hand, the man leaned forward, capturing your lips into his. The gasp in your throat was lost in his mouth, a shuttering moan coming out instead.

His lips were soft, slightly chapped as they moved against yours. Fluttering your eyes closed, you leaned into the kiss, moving your hand so it rest at the curve of his hip, belt loop curling in your fingers.

He tasted of whiskey, the remnants of the few shots he had earlier lingering on his tongue. Steve pulled away slightly, muttering, "This okay?" against your lips as you nodded, pulling him in by his hair with your other hand.

Your breath grew more shallow as the kiss continued, leaning back as Steve began to tower over you. He shifted in his seat, covering your body with his own as he began to push you back into the couch. His figure was large over yours, scent of vanilla and cedar nearly suffocating you.

With your back flush against the couch, Steve removed himself from your lips, pressing a slight kiss against your jaw. You arched into the touch, palms running over the tight muscle of his back.

"S-steve," you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut as his lips kissed over your neck. Each press of his mouth sent fireworks down your spine.

He returned his lips to yours, moving with a passion that was lacking previously, confidence replacing the apprehension he once felt.

Your legs spread, inviting him to nestle in between, the thick material of his jeans rubbing against your own. A bulge was present, the thought of what lay underneath sending goosebumps over your skin.

Steve was lost in the kiss, his mouth nipping at yours as he reached down to unbutton your pants, slipping a hand to run over the front of your panties.

"W-wait," you muttered, grabbing his wrist as you pulled away from the kiss. He was confused, mouth red and swollen. His fingers pressed at your covered clit, a small shot of pleasure running through you.

"What's wrong, Yn?" The hand connected to his elbow that propped him up, ran through your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear. Concern crossed his features, searching your face as doubt crossed it.

"I just, uhh," you felt shy, avoiding his eye contact as the words stumbled out. "I've never really done this before?"

His eyes bulged out, sitting up suddenly as he leaned over you. Closing your eyes in embarrassment, you pressed the palm of your hand to your forehead. Way to ruin the moment.

"Oh," he breathed, eyes wide as he scanned you. "We don't-- fuck, sorry. I'm so, uh, wow."

He stood up suddenly, leaving you laying on your back as embarrassment colored your cheeks. You didn't know what to say as the older man panicked.

"Maybe, uh, maybe this was a bad idea," he shook his head, hand reaching down to palm at the front of his pants. Your eyes followed his hand, noticing the prominent bulge.

You spoke out, shaking your head as you didn't make any effort to move. The turn of events tonight made you realize how much you did want the man who stood before you.

"No, we can, it's okay," you said, reaching out to grab his hand that hung by his side. He looked down at your grasp before bringing his eyes to meet yours. "It's alright."

He hesitated, sputtering over something to say.

"Steve, it's okay," you pulled him down, his knees straddling the sides of your hips as he reluctantly settled into the couch. His eyes ran over your body, lingering at the spot where your pants were unbuttoned, cotton panties exposed.

"A-are you sure?" He questioned, moving to lean back down over you. You nodded, leaning up on your elbows to press a chaste kiss to his lips. His tongue darted out, wetting your bottom lip.

A breathy moan escaped your mouth, palm caressing the front of his shirt.

"I want to, it's fine."

You knew it was now or never, this moment with your boss being an opportunity that you couldn't have passed up. You always had a crush on him growing up, the face of Hollywood you would see in your teen magazines, posters covering the room of your friends. Working for him would've never had you imagining that it would lead to this moment.

Steve took control of the situation, kissing down your neck as his hand returned between your legs, pants thrown across the room somewhere. It had happened so fast, you barely noticed the cool air that pulled goosebumps from your skin.

"Tell me if you want to stop, okay?" He muttered, freshly shaved stubble prickling against your chin. You could barely get out a moan as your underwear was pulled down your legs, catching at the crook of your ankles.

You felt his fingers brush over your folds, pressing lightly at the slick entrance. His thumb rubbed in small circles over your small bundle of nerves, an eye-rolling feeling that spread your legs apart. His fingers pushed inside, his own moan coming out over yours.

The feeling of the intrusion had you panting, spreading your legs wider while his thick fingers worked you.

"M-more," you begged, throwing your head back as his fingers found a rhythm. He stretched you out over two fingers at this point, thumb collecting slick as it rubbed over your clit.

Steve's fingers curled inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot deep inside. The look on his face was one of admiration, mouth slack as he looked down at you falling apart under his touch.

"That's okay?" His voice was husky, deep with arousal as your hips began to move in time with his fingers. Your orgasm was approaching, hips moving on their own accord as you chased that high.

"God, yes, Steve."

Pushing your shirt up past your bra, Steve gaped at the sight before him, your fingers dipping inside your bra to toy at your own breasts.

"You look so perfect, angel," he muttered, leaning down to capture your lips into his as you fell apart. That white blinding of your orgasm crept in, starting at the base of your spine and blossoming through your entire body. Against his mouth, you shouted out, squeezing your eyes shut as he fingered you through the high.

It took a minute for you to catch your breath, legs spasming from the shocks of the orgasm. You hissed at the over stimulation, Steve pressing into your clit one last time before removing himself from you.

You felt shy suddenly, the haze from the orgasm clearing as you realized you had just done unimaginable things with your boss. Seeming to read your mind, Steve pressed small kisses around the perimeter of your face.

"It's alright," he said, hovering over you. Against your thigh, you could feel his bulge rub against you. "How are you feeling, good?"

You nodded, words at a loss in your throat. You reached up to place a hand on his neck, the other at his waist as you played with the hem of his shirt. His eyes fluttered close briefly before glancing down at where you were slightly tugging his shirt up.

He made eye contact with you, chewing on his bottom lip. "I need words, angel. Gotta make sure everything is 100% okay, okay?"

"I'm alright, Steve," you gasped, looking down where your own hand rubbed at the exposed part of his abdomen. You needed more, wanted to feel him all over you. You began to pull his shirt over his body, watching as he glanced down at you with hooded eyes. "Just need more of you."

He slowly nodded, sitting back on his knees as he unbuttoned his own pants and slid them down his legs. You giggled at him as he struggled to get them off, the smoothness he had previously disappearing as he nearly toppled off the couch.

You pulled your own shirt and bra off of you, dropping them on the floor next to the couch. "Nice own, old man," you laughed, returning to your spot against the couch.

He frowned at you, lip jutting out in an over exaggerated pout. "Heeyy, I still got it."

You were left breathless, the laughter disappearing at the tip of your tongue as his figure returned to cover your body. The tip of his cock nudged at your entrance, the wetness pooling at the head leaving you gasping.

Steve reached down to rub his cock against the length of your cunt, spreading the slick all over as you arched into him.

"Fuuckk, Steve." You hooked your ankle over his hip, warmness pooling in your belly at the thought of him being inside you. His eyes raked over you, lingering on your nipples as they shook with each moan you gave.

"You sure about this, Yn?" He asked, leaning down to dart his tongue over the skin of your breast. It sent shivers down your spine, another wave of heat rushing to your core. "I don't want to do anything you'll regret."

"'M not gonna regret this," you gasped, feeling the way the head of his cock slightly pushed at you. It burned, fuck, he was big.

The slight intrusion had you gripping at his back, leaving crescent moon marks in the skin. Your breath came out ragged, a whine scratching at the back of your throat.

Steve grunted at you, pushing in slowly as he buried his head into your shoulder. He stopped every few inches, hips stuttering slightly as he fought back to urge to fuck back into you full force.

Being an all new feeling, you couldn't help but mewl at every burn of the stretch, a fullness you had never experienced before.

He pressed to the hilt, hips flush against yours as Steve gasped for air in tune with you. He pulled his head back to make eye contact with you, forehead resting against yours. You felt the slight grinding of his hips against yours, the fullness becoming too much as you were stretched over him.

"You gotta bare with me, baby." The nickname had you moaning, fingers reaching down to dig at the plumpness of his ass. You could barely keep your eyes open, senses overwhelmed with Steve. "'S been a while for me."

Nodding, you gasped as he reared his hips back before they stuttered into you again. The movement sent a wave of slick between your thighs again, pleasure blinding you.

He found his rhythm, hips fucking into you slowly, languidly as you fell apart beneath him. You rocked with every movement of his hips, hands running over the tan skin of his body above you.

Finding his lips, you moaned against his mouth, savoring the feeling that was building up in your abdomen as the two of you moved in sync.

Steve gave you words of affirmation, hips drilling into you over and over as his cock brushed over your deep bundle of nerves. Bliss approached you once more, wetness dripping all over him as you were brought to that high again.

"Gonna cum, Steve," you whispered against his mouth, back arching into him. He reached down between you, fingers toying at your clit as they began to rub in small circles.

"Cum for me baby," he breathed, voice low as your eyes rolled back. His voice brought you over the edge, high shout escaping your lips as that pleasure took over you again.

As he fucked your through your orgasm, his own approached, hips losing their rhythm as you felt his release deep inside you. A low groan of his came out, a breathy fuck being the last thing you remember before you closed your eyes.

Your body felt light, head foggy as you came down from your orgasm. It was pure bliss what you felt, heart pounding in your chest as sleep took over you.

You shot out of bed, frantically searching for your phone as you realized the sun was creeping through the curtains. Crisp, white sheets were pooled around you, swallowing you up whole.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you muttered, trying to search for your device in the darkness of the room. The dark curtains were drawn, only allowing a sliver of light in, but enough for you to realize how late in the morning it was.

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, anxiety crept over you, realizing you weren't in your room. A tossing figure lay next to you, his body half covered as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. In that moment, everything from last night came crashing back, embarrassment flooding your cheeks.

"Hey, Yn, what's wrong?" Steve's voice was groggy, as he blinked in the darkness of the room. He glanced towards the curtains and then to you, noticing the way you covered your frame with the corner of the sheet.

"What time is it?" You half shouted, looking on the bedside table for your phone. Steve was no help, slowly stretching out his limbs as he yawned.

"Too fucking early for you to be that loud," he muttered, sitting up on his elbows. The sheet pooled around his waist, exposing his bare abdomen and a deep V that cut below his waist.

You quickly looked away, blush deepening on your face. "We have to go, Ste-Mr. Harrington. We're gonna be in so much trouble."

You heard him chuckle at you, sighing as he relaxed once again in the bed. His arms circled your waist, pulling you down into him as you continued to panic. He lay behind you, your head resting on his chest as he buried his face into your shoulder.

"Shhh," he whispered, tightening his grip on your waist. "Called in today, came down with something apparently."

You shook your head, resting your hands on his where they rested on your stomach. "Can you even do that?"

"What are they gonna do? Fire me?" He laughed, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder. The anxiety that built up in your spine disappeared at his touch, the familiarity of his body replacing it. You turned in his arms, now chest to chest with the man.

His eyes were closed, sleepiness still evident over his features.

"Are you going to fire me?" You whispered at him, watching as his brow furrowed before he squinted open his eyes at you.

"What? No, what are you talking about?" He seemed genuinely confused at your question, hand rubbing at your waist. Relief took stake in your chest.

"I slept with my boss last night," you laughed at yourself, voice dropping even lower as you saw a smirk cross his face. He was smug, shaking his head with laughter as you playfully slapped at his chest.

"Pretty sure I'm the one with a lawsuit pending if anything," he said, laughter dying as you placed a small peck to his lips.

As you pulled away, he leaned into it further, tongue darting out to lick at yours. A wave of arousal pooled in the pit of your stomach.

He towered over you, mouth nipping at you as you sighed into the kiss. The two of you moved in sync, you moving onto your back as Steve leaned over your figure. A breathy moan escaped your lips, only to be cut off by his phone ringing.

"For fuck's sake," he grumbled, separating himself from you as he reached for it on his side of the bed. He answered it quickly, realizing it was his publicist as he placed it on speaker. "What d'you need, man?"

His lips returned to yours briefly, before kissing down your neck. The sheets were slowly pulled off of you as he made his way down, nipping at your chest, then your nipple, and soft kisses pressed to your stomach.

Your mouth fell open in a silent moan, trying to stay as quiet as possible as his publicist droned on about some appearance he had to make in the next week. Steve was staring up at you, making small confirmation 'mhm's' in response to the phone call. A coy smile was on the corners of your mouth as you looked down at him wide eyed.

'Stop' you mouthed through gritted teeth. He nipped at your hip bone in protest, shaking his head at you.

You couldn't tell if it was Steve's mouth pressing to your heat or the next word's of his publicist that made your stomach drop.

"While we're at it, Steve, how about we talk how Page Six has pictures of you with a mysterious somebody in your apartment building?" They grumbled, voice staticy as it came through the phone. You felt Steve smirk against you, tongue lapping between your legs. "Aren't we a little too old to bring people back to your own place like that?"

A moan escaped you as you gripped at his hair. Steve looked up at you, wide eyed as he reached up to slap a hand across your mouth. 'Shhh', he mouthed, his own laugh threatening to spill out as his publicist's voice faltered at the noise.

"St-steve?" It said, apprehension in the tone. "Are you doing what I think you're doing? Really, man?"

Steve laughed as his hand remained over your mouth, muffling the sounds of your own laughter. They would recognize it if they heard it. He grabbed the phone from where it lay abandon, speaking into it as his thumb hovered the 'end call'.

"Something came up, gotta take care of it," he grimaced at you as you licked his hand. "Bye!"

He hung up right as the voice protested, tossing his phone aside as he leaned over you once again. His long hair hung in his face, eyes raking over your naked body.

"Now... where were we?"

an: I had to sneak in a line from All of Us Strangers because that movie was so moving. If you know, you know. I promise one of these days, I won't make Steve an asshole right off the bat, he'll be lovable.

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#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #fanfic #my writing #writing my dark fantasies and praying they come true to my alt universe self

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whippedforbangtansonyeondan · 1 year

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#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan smut #bts smut #kim namjoon #namjoon bts #namjoon smut #jung hoseok #hoseok bts #hoseok smut #min yoongi #yoongi bts #yoongi smut #rap line #e: rap line

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write4cench · 8 months

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distractions.

summary: central cee and you decided to collaborate together on a track together, but when things get a little too heated your minds drive… elsewhere

pairings: single!central cee x reader

genre: smut.. just smut

word count: 2.6k+ (unedited)

a/n: this is my first smut lmao can't believe i've done this, i mean i couldn’t help it central cee too fine. i’m not the best at it though.. 😁😁🙏🏾

central cee and you both spend your time in his private studio, located in his apartment. it's decently sized but not too spacious, regardless it gets the job done and the both of you manage to produce and record your lines for the track.

you've both wanted to work with one another on a song together and so have your fans, they've been awaiting this for so long that your management team decided it was the best decision.

you stand on inside of the booth looking down at the lyrics sheet that lies in front of you, humming the rhythm before the track plays within your headphones and you begin to sing along over your back vocals.

cench sits in front of you layed back in one of the wheely chairs that sit behind the booth, he watches you sing nodding his head to the rhythm of the song but also impressed by your vocal abilities.

it's the two of you alone in the studio which is quiet unusual considering the fact that during the last studio sessions the studio was filled with friends of central cee who decided to show up.

but instead this time, it's only the two of you. but it feels far from awkward it feels comforting and you both focus on getting the work done.

the song's chorus comes to and end and he stops the instrumental from playing again, upon finishing you glance at him and put a thumbs up asking him if you did good enough of a job, he nods and you do a small celebration that makes him laugh.

he begins to speak but it's too muffled due to the soundproof booth so you take your headphones off and open the door slightly to hear him better, "you did great, we don't even have to run it over again." he admits and you smile.

"you sure, i feel like some of it was a little off." you tell him but he shakes his head in refusal so you decided to leave it since it is his song after all.

"can i hear it over?" you ask him and he nods playing it over again, you put the headphones back onto your head and listen to it carefully.

the song starts off with central cee's wonderful rap that as usual never miss, the song then slips into the chorus that you sing and the beat drop before it sounds perfect.

the booth of you glance at one another in satisfaction at the song so far, sharing a smile as it continues before stopping at the progress so far.

"i think it's great so far." you say with a sigh as you sit behind the booth on one of the wheely chair turning yourself side to side.

"it's more than great." he mumbles.

the room is quiet and you decide to take out your phone, you glance at the time to see it read 10:43pm, it's getting later and you consider leaving within the next 20 minutes.

he finds an interest in the piano in front of the two of you, playing random notes that don't even sound too great together, you watch him finding the sight hilarious he notices so and shrugs embarrassed.

"i'm not too much a piano player," he sighs shaking his head trying to save himself, "i took lessons for a week and gave up on it." he clarifies and you nod your head numerously in a joking manner.

"can you even play any instrument?" you ask him genuinely and he shakes his head, your mouth drops in disbelief.

"maybe it's something i should get into, i don't play anything." he admits before smiling sheepishly.

"i'll show you something."

your hands find a placement onto the keyboard, testing out the position by pressing down on the notes to get the right keys. you begin to play something small and watch how his face turns into full surprise.

you smile as you continue before you get to distracted by him watching you and pause, "i can't focus with you watching me like that." you tell him annoyed and he laughs.

"forget i'm even here." he sighs closing his eyes and leaning back into your seat; you watch him do so frowning.

"how am i supposed to forget your there." you tell him but he doesn't respond so you exhale deeply before continuing to play the piano.

you'd admit, it's been a while since you've last played the piano but you've impressed yourself by still remembering the notes to the piece you play every single time.

you continue to play the piano forgetting he's even there until you come to an end, when you turn to look at him he's still laid back into his seat with his eyes closed, his hood lying over his head.

is he sleeping?

you hit him on the side of his arm and he winces before sitting upright, his hand rushing to soothe where he was attacked, "that fucking hurt." he groans and you smile to yourself.

"were you sleeping whilst i was playing?" you question him and he sighs still whining over the punch you just gave him.

"you didn't need to punch me like that," he starts watching how you only smile, "i wasn't sleeping, i was just resting my eyes innit."

you hum in response and watch how he sits upright in his seat rolling the chair over to stand beside you, he glances over the keys on the piano before speaking. "teach me something." he says.

"what am i supposed to teach you." you question him, he shrugs his shoulders with a yawn not helping you one bit.

"i dunno, maybe a chord or some shit." he utters and you bite your lip in thought of watch chord to do. he watches as your hand runs along the keyboard thinking of a position before it plays a chord.

he watches you carefully and when the pleasing sound rings he glances at you only to find you looking at him already, "did you see that?" you ask him and he shakes his head.

you roll your eyes in response, "what, am i supposed to get it on the first try?" he questions you confused only to see you nod.

you watch as his tattooed hand reaches over attempting to do the same hand movement that you did, but it doesn't succeed to make the correct sound.

"no, your supposed to do it like this." you mumble, your hand reaching over to correct his. you move his hand one down along and place it on top of his getting him to push it down as it sounds the correct chord.

"what chord was that?" he asks you curiously, you glance to look at him and it's only then you both notice how close you are to one another.

"c." you say. upon hearing your response he laughs to himself and you watch him confused, after seeing your confused face he stops laughing.

"it wasn't a c, for central cee." you mumble.

"yeah, definitely."

"you're not that special." you joke to him as you move your hand away from his and he nods gazing at you, it's only when you look up that your eyes meet his.

"mhm."

silence. you don't know what to say to him and you won't lie the way that his voice sounded when he hummed did something to you. you feel your cheeks begin to redden and you mentally curse at yourself.

luckily, the room is tinted dark blue so it's impossible for him to notice a thing; or it could just really be due to your melanated skin.

it's obvious that he notices how he's caught you out of words as a smirk grows upon his face, you watch his lips do so until he brings you out of your thoughts. "i got you quiet, i won." he mumbles.

you remain quiet not saying anything until the space between the two of you becomes smaller, before you could think of anything your lips press against his.

you can feel his smirk widen against your lips wider before he kisses you back, deeper but not too desperate. you don't even notice the fact you've just kissed central cee, your mind is just completely filled with.. desire.

the kiss runs long and you feel his arms wrap around your lower waist bringing you close to him, but the inconvenience of the chairs makes you get up from your chair and sit up on his lap instead.

it's then that everything hits you and you pull apart from his lips, your chest heaves numerously in sync with his and you eyes glance all over his face as you realise what's happening.

his gaze reads something completely different, his once playful eyes have turned dark and hazy showcasing lust instead it makes you ache for more and the position of you siting up on him creates even more need within your lower region.

"fuck." he says and before you know it, he's kissing you again. the kiss is more desperate and you fall into it, he takes the dominance but you try to keep a hold of everything by wrapping your arms around his neck.

you feel him grow harder and harder beneath you just how you grow desperate and desperate, you need him badly just as bad as you need him. you'd never ever think that tonight would turn out the way it did.

your hips subconsciously begin to move slowly against his but he grabs a hold of you stopping you, his lips part away from you and you frown at him, he sees this and smiles.

he kisses your neck and you lean your head back giving him even more space, you don't care that you'll probably end up with hickies all over your neck when you feel him slightly bite you, all you need is him.

"i need you so bad." he mumbles against your neck before pecking your neck all the way up to the side of your face, you look at one another before it hits and you share a smile.

before you know it your up from his lap and your hands occupy themselves into pulling his sweats down, when you see the sight of his harden self through his pants you glance back up at him only to see him covering his face with his hand.

you pull down his boxers and he springs free his member hitting you against your nose catching you aback, you stare at him for a moment but a moment too long and he peers down at you.

"don't just stare at it." he groans and you smile, you lick the tip of his cock and the pleasing sensation sends a moan to leave his lips. you tease him, your tounge running around the tip where he's most sensitive and he moans.

he grows to desperate and before you know it his hand comes up to your head, he finds a comfort in your hair before he pushes your head down his shaft slowly.

you breathe through your nose as you take in his size before growing used to it and beginning to pump your head slowly down his shaft continuously causing him to groan quietly.

he uses your head to help him reach his high, pumping you slowly down him but also muttering how good you are occasionally. you feel your eyes begin to water slightly but luckily you don't have to much of a gag reflex.

"fuck, you're so good." he groans as he watches you take him, his hand helping to move your hair away from your face, he closes his eyes tightly as he approaches his orgasm.

his moans become shorter and more intense and it's then you can tell that he's about to release any minute. perfect. you pull away from him and he looks down at you confused.

you watch as he glares at you annoyed, "what the fuck was that for?" he asks you but you don't say anything rubbing your mouth clean with the back of your hand.

his eyes don't leave you once, reading nothing but pissed at the interruption of his orgasm, he watches you as you take off your trousers and pants; his cock twitching ever so slightly as it pleads for your attention.

"you think i'd let you cum first?" you ask him and he furrows his brows in complete denial.

you approach him as you kick away your lower clothes that pool around your feet, glaring at him "fuck me then." you tell him, he watches you with his mouth agape never expecting to see you turn into a completely different person.

you lean against the producing equipment waiting for him expectantly, but when you feel his presence behind you and his hands hold your ass you let out a moan.

he slaps your ass, making you gasp at the sudden pain before he rubs your cheek to soothe it. he pulls out a condom from the inside of his pocket and you turn around to glance at him at the sound of it opening.

"you had that on you all along?" you ask him and he grins taking it out before pulling it over his cock.

"knew i'd need it." and with that he pushes himself into you slowly without warning making your mouth agape.

he waits for a moment until he's all the way in you before he starts to move, thrust in and out of you each time causing you to moan.

your bodies are in sync as he fucks you getting turned on by the sight of you bent before him as he fucks you senseless. he gradually becomes more faster and his thrusts become stronger.

"shit." you moan although your words sound all messed up due to the rocking back and forth you experience from his thrusts.

your hands hold onto the bumpy toggles in front of you trying to find something to hold onto as you take each thrust that runs through you. you're floating in ecstasy and it all feels too good.

he moans many things under his breath that you can't pick up on too busy by being engulfed in the intense pleasure you experience as you gradually approach your high.

you feel his hand reach over underneath you, rubbing your sensitive clit whilst he takes you; the feeling of him inside you, but his hand rubbing on your sensitive bud makes it all eventually unbareable.

your moans become louder and more desperate as you feel your high approaching; once again his hand slaps your ass earning another loud gasp from you.

your hair is held up my his hand and it's obvious your makeup is probably fucked up by now, but at this point that doesn't even matter to you anymore. everything just feels too good.

you reach your orgasm and pant vigorously, he notices this and pulls out of you rubbing himself with his hand as he releases himself inside of his condom.

you rest your head on the equipment in front of you as you both catch your breath, it's only then that you feel your legs become to grow all achy and weak.

"shit, my legs." you laugh to yourself as you wobble; he notices this and laughs tying the condom and obviously throwing it into the bin.

"good luck." he jokes and you roll your eyes.

"i need to shower." you complain feeling all sticky as usual after sex, he hums in agreement.

"i'll shower with you." he smiles.

you attempt to push him away but due to your growing weak legs you fail, instead complaining about how sore they are. seems like central cee has won in keeping you quiet.

"so are we gonna work on the track again?"

"probably not for now."

#central cee x y/n #central cee imagines #central cee smut #central cee #cench #central cee x reader #centralcee #centralceeedit #central cee x you #reader x central cee

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nysrage · 9 months

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Options, Aran Ojiro.

you weren’t used to dealing with someone one who had as many options as you, especially not with anyone you dealt with behind closed doors. pnd inspired lol.

cw: smut, sneaky linksss, texts, jealousy, cursing, arguing, pet names (baby, ma, pa, daddy), dirty talk, missionary (aran loves to look at your pretty face).

it’s homecoming week at your university, the streets and sidewalks of campus are filled with more than the normal amount of students. house parties being planned around every corner, and food trucks and goody stands wherever you turn. it was a weekend to be alive but for you it turned out to be a weekend full of surprises. the night was still young while you put on the final touches of accessories to pull your outfit together. snapping a couple mirror pics away as you waited for your friends to finish their pregame rituals. “one more shot then we gotta go!” your best friend gizelle giggled, alcohol already coursing through her system and you haven’t even left for the party yet.

you laughed to yourself, continuing to scroll through your phone and weeding out the pictures you didn’t like until a text from a certain someone came across your screen. a smile curving into your lips as you read over the message.

‘can’t wait to see you, ain seen yo fine ass all day.’

“c’mon y/n! take a shot with me!” sending a quick reply you stood, waving your hands in refusal, a flustered smile on your face. “you know i can’t hold liquor.” gizelle smacked her lips, grabbing and pulling you towards the island. “bitch it’s homecoming! throw it back.” placing a shot glass with a slice lime on its rim in your hand. filled with nothing but her fav alcohol, don julio. you timidly lift the glass to your lips. gizelle playfully rolling her eyes and pushing the cup to your lips for you to down, watching your face scrunch in disgust with a giggle. “now we’re ready t’go.”

soon as the door opened the smells of alcohol, weed, and other substances filled your nose. clouded over ceilings and music thumping from the speakers while you and your girls weaved through the crowd straight towards the kitchen. where different bowls of punch made by the greeks were lined up on the table, “so what y’all feeling? i’m leaning towards oil, centaur piss or tiddy milk.” your friend gizelle grabbed a couple cups, you laughed reading over the labels. “greeks always come up with the freakiest shit for drinks.”

you settled for the tiddy milk, joining your friends who were drunkenly rapping and dancing to the music. sipping on the pina colada flavor drink as you glanced over the crowded room. eyes being met with low ones that were already on you. chilling against the wall in rotation, black fit contrasting nice against his deep caramel skin. your mystery boo, aran ojiro. he gives you a smirk and a acknowledging wink, leaving you flustered with a small smile. trying your best to focus on your friends but you kept looking back over your shoulder, body feigning to be by his side. the only thing grabbing your attention is your phone flashing and buzzing in your hand with a thread of texts.

‘you look so good’

‘can’t wait to have yo sexy ass to myself tn.’

‘pretty ass’

‘you givin’ me them looks, must be ready to go’

you give him a glance, aran practically eye fucking you from across the room as he took a long pull of the blunt. you throw him a small innocent nod, your friends picking up on the signs and having a silent conversation between themselves. exchanging looks of ‘she finna leave us for some dick’ and longs sips of their drinks in agreement ‘mhmm’. gizelle finally speaking up with quick bump to the side. “leaving soon?” you suck your teeth and roll your eye’s playfully, ignoring your friends teasing to focus on your boo. aran texting you a quick ‘bet’ pushing himself off the wall and getting ready to make his exit until a girl walked up on him, tugging on his shirt to bring him closer with a smile as she spoke with him.

your eyebrow raised with a scoff, eyeing the interaction from across the room. blood beginning to boil at how long the two have been talking. “ain’t nobody worth leavin’ for.” you say to your friend, turning your back on aran, setting your phone on do not disturb and focusing on the group of girl for the rest of the night. trying your best to not let someone you weren’t even exclusively dating get to you, but your friends definitely noticed the slight shift. “you good girl?”

you nodded, deciding to call it a night. you weren’t one to dampen the mood and mope around your friends. “m’ just tired, been out all day..” gizelle nodded, not asking anymore questions and dropping you off to your dorm, ready to listen whenever your ready to share. the drive back was quiet but comfortable, soft music playing through the speakers. you just staring out at the road post in your thoughts. you didn’t understand what was going on with you. yeah you liked aran, but the traits and behaviors you were throwing you off. some were good and some were bad, like jealousy.

an emotion you never really displayed until now, not even with previous flings or boyfriends. you never really had to compete for anyone’s attention, so where you found yourself now was was new.. and embarrassing. “see you tomorrow luv.” you blew her a kiss, grabbing your things and hopping out the car. walking toward the complex entrance, you found aran waiting for you. ignoring him you walked straight to the door, searching in your purse for your keys. “wassup, so you ignoring me now?” you shook your head, back still turned to him as you placed your id on the reader, unlocking the door. “didn’t think you cared whether i ignored you or not..

“you seemed to have a good convo with ole girl at the party..”

“so you gone be like this over a girl talkin’ to me?” aran raised a brow in confusion, turning you around to face him. you gave him little time though, pulling out your phone and texting your friends you made it home. “aran i’m wayyy too drunk for this conversation right now.” but you were interrupted by him snatching your phone out of your hand.

“man look..” he sighed, placing your phone in his pocket. “m’ not about to do this childish bullshit with you, so what’s up with you.” you shrugged your shoulders, finally facing him with a facade of no emotion. “it doesn’t matter, aran. none of this shit matters.” aran’s face flashing with confusion, taken back by your response. “you could wake up one morning deciding to ghost me for that girl who was feeling all up on you tonight, or any of the options in yo roster and it wouldn’t be shit i could do about it. so why would you care if i’m mad huh?!”

“so you wanna pull that card? you know i ain’t even on that timing.” aran sucked his teeth, jaw clenching with agitation. “everytime i show you any type of progress to something more YOU RUN. that shit confusing!” you close your arms around yourself, embarrassed that he truly paid attention to you and your actions. “whatever aran, can i just get my phone.” he scoffed, running his tatted hand down his face with a sarcastic laugh leaving his lips. “now it’s whatever, shit don’t feel good do it?”

“you the first girl in a while that i felt was fucking with me for me and not some basketball wife fantasy.” aran breathed out, pausing for a second before going on. “you ain’t gotta fight for no spot that already reserved for you ma.” head falling down in defeated with his hands in his pockets.

“but you think i’m privileged or this lil boy who playing games..”

“i don’t think your either aran..” you slowly approached him, engulfing him in a tight hug. aran nuzzled into your neck, hands wrapped tight around your waist as he melted into the sweet smell of your perfume. nothing no longer exchanged because everything had already be said with those few words. aran pulled back, looking into your eyes before closing your lips in a deep, heated kiss. eyes darting all over his face once he pulled back, “still staying with me tonight? so i can hold and kiss on you.”

“hm i don’t know.” hiding your smirk in his neck, trying to continue your pouty attitude, aran smacked his teeth rubbing his hands all over your curves. squeezing on the soft flesh of your ass. “c’mon mama, come home with me.” you sighed, giving him a soft smile. mind set on giving him a hard time the rest of the night as he tries to make it up to you but not even five minutes passed in his room before you were puddy in his arms.

your anklets dangling next your ear while aran folded you up in his bed, ready to split you open. your whines sounding off the walls as his heavy dick slapped down on your throbbing clit. “looka that wet ass pussy..” running it through your slit and teasing your entrance with his tip before sinking into you deep, eyes rolling back with a moan as he caressed your sweet spot within. aran watching the white ring form around the base from how eagerly you sucked him in. keeping that steady pace that had you leaking for him, your hand pushing at his pelvis to keep him from going too deep, only for him to remove it and place it on your lower belly. pushing it down for you to feel him fucking you in ways you’ve never felt before. “feel me huh? m’ all yours mama, this yo dick.”

“ain’t no reason to trip”

your back arching into his at the deep slow pace he maintained, making sure you feel every single inch he gave you. stretching and filling you full while his thumb circled your clit and setting the fire in the pit of your stomach ablaze, legs shaking in his hold. “o-ohhh my g-goddd, paaa.” his eyes flickering from your pooling mess to your glazed over eyes, moaning at how you clenched down on him. “i know baby, i know..”

oncoming orgasm swelling your walls and trying to push him out. “open up for daddy.” slowly hardening his thrust, hips slamming against your pelvis with precision. moans catching in your throat as aran watches your pretty brown breast bounce in his hold, nipples hard and erect from the cool air against your scorching skin. aran wrapping a strong hand around your neck leaning in and giving you a sloppy kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth and swallowing every moan you let out for him. aran pulled back with a smirk, lips red and wet from the kiss. “you still mad at me..?” you came hard, creamy arousal coating his dick and pelvis. aran slowly stroking you through your orgasm with a smile.

“nah, you ain’t mad..”

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