#so naturally car sex is the only solution

[nayziiz]

Winner | CS55

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader (she/her)

Warnings: Smut, fluff, praise kink, size kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex

Author's note: I'm trying something a little bit different with shorter form fics, so please send through any requests or feedback. These one shots will likely not have a second part unless it really speaks to me to continue with it. Thank you!

Masterlist

Carlos's heart pounded with adrenaline as he surged ahead, the roar of the engine drowning out the crowd's cheers. He had waited for this moment, trained for it relentlessly, and now, as he soared past the faltering leader, the taste of victory was tantalizingly close.

But even in the midst of his triumph, a small voice of caution whispered in his mind. He knew all too well the unpredictable nature of motorsport, the countless variables that could turn a seemingly certain win into bitter disappointment. It was this awareness, this ability to remain rational in the face of intense emotion, that had often set him apart on the track.

As he navigated the twists and turns of the circuit, his mind raced along with his car. He analyzed every corner, every potential pitfall, constantly adjusting his strategy to stay ahead of the competition. Despite his hot-headed nature, there was a methodical precision to his driving, a calculated aggression that made him a force to be reckoned with.

But then, just as victory seemed within his grasp, disaster struck. A sudden jolt, a grinding noise from the engine, and Carlos's heart sank. The mechanical gremlins that had plagued the previous leader had now found their way into his own car, threatening to derail his dreams.

In that moment, the fiery temper that lay dormant beneath Carlos's cool exterior flared to life. Frustration and anger bubbled up within him, threatening to consume his rationality. He pounded his fists against the steering wheel, cursing the cruel twist of fate that had robbed him of his chance at glory.

But even as his emotions threatened to overwhelm him, a calm resolve settled over Carlos. He knew that losing his temper now would only compound his misfortune. With steely determination, he forced himself to focus, to push aside the frustration and channel his energy into finding a solution.

With a series of quick adjustments and some expertly timed maneuvers, Carlos managed to nurse his ailing car across the finish line, clinching victory by the narrowest of margins. As he stepped out of the cockpit to the deafening roar of the crowd, there was no trace of the anger that had threatened to consume him moments before. Instead, there was only the triumphant smile of a racer who had faced adversity head-on and emerged victorious.

As she stood in the garage, eyes fixed on the screen displaying the unfolding drama on the track, a sense of déjà vu washed over her. It was as if time had folded back upon itself, transporting her to another moment, another race, another victory.

Singapore. The memory flooded her mind with vivid clarity. The thrill of watching Carlos tear through the night, the elation as he crossed the finish line first, the overwhelming rush of emotion that had followed. She could still feel the electricity in the air, the palpable excitement that had enveloped them all as they celebrated his triumph.

And now, as she watched him once again poised on the brink of victory, that same sense of anticipation crackled in the air. If this race unfolded as she hoped, if Carlos once again emerged triumphant, she would gladly join him in releasing that pent-up adrenaline, in reveling in the euphoria of success.

She could already imagine the scene: the champagne spraying, the cheers ringing out, the infectious joy radiating from Carlos as he basked in the glow of his accomplishment. And she would be right there beside him, sharing in his moment of glory, savoring every second of the celebration.

As the final moments of the race ticked away, her heart raced in time with the cars on the screen. Victory was tantalizingly close now, just within reach. And if history repeated itself, if Carlos crossed that finish line first once again, she would be ready to join him in letting loose the floodgates of exhilaration, to savor the sweet taste of success together.

As Carlos basked in the glow of his first win of the season, the atmosphere in the paddock crackled with excitement and jubilation. Cheers echoed through the air, champagne flowed freely, and the buzz of media activity filled every corner.

But amidst the celebrations and post-race obligations, Carlos couldn't shake the longing to find her, to share this moment of triumph with the one person who mattered most to him. After his fleeting moment on the podium, he sought her out, eager to revel in their victory together.

With the door securely locked behind them, Carlos felt the weight of anticipation settle in the air like a charged current. He stood for a moment, savoring the thrill of the moment, the hunger building within him like a predator poised to strike.

In the dim light of the driver's room, he could see her silhouette, a tantalizing figure bathed in the soft glow of victory. He could almost taste the adrenaline that lingered on her skin, mingling with the heady scent of his own cologne, sweat, and the remnants of champagne from their celebration.

She remained still, a silent beacon drawing him closer with each passing moment. There was a knowing in her stance, a silent invitation for him to take the lead, to guide their movements with a primal urgency that mirrored the intensity of their shared desire.

With a predatory grace, Carlos closed the distance between them, his movements deliberate and purposeful. There was no need for words in this moment, no need for hesitation. They both understood the silent language of desire, the unspoken connection that bound them together in this private sanctuary of intimacy.

As he reached her side, he allowed himself to drink in the sight of her, to revel in the magnetic pull that drew them together. And then, with a hunger that bordered on desperation, he claimed her neck in a searing kiss, igniting a firestorm of passion that consumed them both in its fierce embrace.

“Hands behind your back, baby,” Carlos directed her, his words laced with a raw intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

Without hesitation, she complied, clasping her hands behind her back as he had instructed. As she surrendered to his command, he couldn't help but feel a surge of power coursing through him. There was something undeniably intoxicating about the way she willingly relinquished control, placing her trust entirely in his hands.

He watched her closely, his gaze lingering on the sight of her bound wrists, a potent symbol of her submission to his desires. It was a rare and beautiful sight, seeing her yield so completely to him, allowing him to take the reins and guide their shared passion to new heights.

“You did so well, baby,” she murmured, her voice finally finding its way through the haze of desire that enveloped them.

“I know,” he replied with a cocky smirk, his confidence radiating like a palpable force. “Turn around, cariño.”

Without a moment's hesitation, she acquiesced, turning to face him with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. As she shifted, she felt the heat of his body pressing against hers, his hands finding purchase at her waist before trailing down to her hips, pulling her irresistibly closer to him.

With each breath, the air between them crackled with electricity, a potent mixture of desire and anticipation that seemed to hang in the air like a tangible force. She could feel the heat of his gaze boring into her, igniting a fierce firestorm of longing deep within her core.

As their bodies melded together, every touch, every caress sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins, setting her aflame with a need that bordered on desperation. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of them, locked in a passionate embrace that transcended time and space.

With a soft gasp, she leaned into him, her body arching against his in silent invitation. And as their lips met in a searing kiss, she knew with a certainty that bordered on certainty that this moment, this connection, was something truly special

“Keep your hands back there, okay?” Carlos reminded her, his voice low and commanding.

“Yes, baby,” she responded obediently, her breath hitching with anticipation.

With deliberate care, Carlos knelt before her, his movements slow and deliberate as he reached for the zipper of her black satin skirt. His touch was gentle, reverent almost, as he teased the fabric apart, inch by tantalizing inch.

Normally, in the heat of the moment, Carlos's passion could sometimes lead to clothing casualties—ripped zippers, broken buttons—but tonight was different. Tonight, he took his time, savoring the thrill of anticipation as he slowly undid the fastenings, each movement a delicious torment that left her trembling with desire.

As the fabric pooled at her feet, he looked up at her with a hunger that mirrored her own, his eyes dark with desire.

“You're going to be quiet, right, cariño?” Carlos's voice held a hint of playful warning, his gaze locking with hers.

“I'll try but I make no promises,” she replied, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. A smirk tugged at the corners of Carlos's lips as he heard her response.

“That's right, you love making noise for me, don't you?” He teased, his tone laced with a mixture of amusement and desire. Her breath caught in her throat at his words, a flush creeping up her cheeks as she nodded in agreement.

“Yes, baby,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breathless murmur.

“Then let's see just how quiet you can be, shall we?” Carlos leaned in closer, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered.

As her underwear slipped down her legs and pooled at her ankles, Carlos wasted no time in discarding them entirely, his focus solely on the woman before him. With a hunger that burned bright in his eyes, he trailed soft, featherlight kisses along the tender flesh of her thighs, each caress igniting a firestorm of sensation that raced through her veins.

The gentle touch of his lips against her skin was enough to elicit a shiver of pleasure, her breath hitching in her throat as she surrendered to the exquisite torture of his ministrations. Without conscious thought, she spread her legs ever so slightly, a silent invitation for him to explore further.

His hands, warm and possessive, roamed freely over the smooth expanse of her thighs, tracing delicate patterns that sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. A soft moan escaped her lips as she threw her head back, lost in the intoxicating sensation of his touch.

“You remember the safe word?” Carlos's voice was firm, tinged with concern as he sought reassurance.

“Yes, baby,” she replied, her tone steady and unwavering.

“And, you'll stop me if it gets too much,” he pressed, his gaze searching hers for any hint of hesitation.

“Yes, baby,” she affirmed, her voice carrying a note of confidence.

“Are you certain?” His question hung in the air, a final plea for confirmation.

“You know what I like and I know my limits,” she assured him, her conviction unwavering.

“What's the safe word, baby?” Carlos's voice softened slightly, a gentle reminder of the trust that bound them together.

“Chili,” she replied without hesitation, her voice steady and sure.

“Good girl,” Carlos murmured, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he leaned in to press a tender kiss against her thigh.

The subtle defiance in her backchat ignited a primal fire within Carlos, fueling his desire to possess her completely. With each playful exchange, his arousal surged, his cock growing harder with each passing moment.

With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Carlos teased her with the lightest touch of his index finger, tracing delicate patterns along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He reveled in the way her breath hitched in response, her body responding eagerly to his every touch.

Despite the lingering soreness from their passionate encounter the night before, she was still wet and ready for him, her arousal evident in the way her slickness coated his fingers. He savored the sensation, his cock throbbing with anticipation as he explored the depths of her desire.

“You'll stop me, cariño?” Carlos's voice held a note of urgency, his gaze locked with hers as he sought confirmation of her consent.

Though she struggled to find her voice amidst the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her, she made sure to meet his gaze with a firm nod, her eyes speaking volumes where words failed her.

Encouraged by her silent affirmation, Carlos continued his ministrations, teasing her entrance with his finger before pressing into her with deliberate intent. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips at the exquisite sensation of him filling her, her body responding eagerly to his touch.

Despite their previous escapades, she remained wonderfully tight, her arousal evident in the way she welcomed him with a fierce hunger that matched his own. With practiced skill, he found her clit with his thumb, the throbbing bundle of nerves already swollen and sensitive under his touch.

As he began to rub circles over her clit, her breath caught in her throat, her body arching instinctively towards him in silent plea for more. With each tantalizing stroke, he felt her arousal building, her desire spiraling higher and higher until she teetered on the edge of ecstasy, on the brink of surrendering herself entirely to the pleasure he offered.

Feeling her hands instinctively reaching out to him, Carlos paused his motions, a subtle reminder of the boundaries they had agreed upon. With a firm but gentle tone, he issued his command once more.

“Hands behind your back,” he instructed, his voice laced with authority as he sought to regain control of the situation.

Despite the surge of desire coursing through him, Carlos remained steadfast in his resolve, determined to honor the trust she had placed in him. He watched closely as she complied, her movements slow and deliberate as she obeyed his command.

As her hands found their place behind her back once more, he felt a surge of pride swell within him, a testament to the strength of their connection and the unwavering trust they shared. And with a renewed sense of purpose, Carlos resumed his motions, his touch igniting a fierce firestorm of pleasure that consumed them both in its fiery embrace.

As she gulped, a sense of frustration mingled with anticipation washed over her, the memory of her orders echoing in her mind. The desire to reach out and touch him, to feel his warmth beneath her fingertips, burned fiercely within her, but she knew that patience was key.

With each passing moment, the longing to feel his touch, to intertwine their bodies in a symphony of passion, intensified. But she held firm, reminding herself of the promise that lay just beyond her restraint.

She knew that eventually, he would grant her permission to touch him, to explore every inch of his skin with the same fervor that he showed her. And when that moment came, when she felt his hands upon her once more, she knew that it would all be worth it—the frustration, the restraint, the anticipation—everything would pale in comparison to the ecstasy of their shared embrace.

As Carlos continued his relentless assault on her clit, his movements alternating between teasing and pumping, she felt her arousal building to dizzying heights. With each stroke, each thrust of his fingers inside her, she surrendered herself completely to the pleasure, her body responding with a fervor that bordered on desperation.

Her thighs quivered with the intensity of her arousal, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy. It wasn't long before she felt herself stretching to accommodate a second finger, the sensation pushing her even closer to the brink of release.

But even as pleasure threatened to overwhelm her, she couldn't shake the feeling of being overstimulated, of being pushed to her limits by the intensity of their encounter. It was as if something in the air, something in the very essence of Australia itself, had ignited a primal fire within them both, driving them to new heights of passion and desire.

As Carlos continued his relentless assault on her senses, her moans grew shallower, each breathy gasp a testament to the ecstasy that threatened to consume her entirely. She chased her high with single-minded determination, her body trembling with the intensity of her arousal.

“That's good, baby,” Carlos murmured, his voice a soothing presence amidst the whirlwind of sensation. “Keep your voice low.”

His words were a gentle reminder of the need for discretion, a silent agreement between them to keep their passion contained within the confines of their private sanctuary. And as she struggled to comply, to stifle the cries of pleasure threatening to spill from her lips, she felt a surge of arousal coursing through her veins, driving her ever closer to the brink of release.

Sensing her arousal reaching a fever pitch, Carlos knew that she was on the brink of release. With a mix of restraint and desire, he withdrew his fingers, a sudden absence of his touch leaving her gasping for more.

The abrupt lack of sensation sent a jolt of longing coursing through her body, her hips instinctively arching towards him in search of the pleasure she so desperately craved. She whimpered softly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to cope with the sudden emptiness inside her.

“Baby,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a potent mix of desire and need.

With a reassuring smile, Carlos met her gaze, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

“Don't worry, cariño,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against the ache of longing that pulsed through her veins. “I'm not done with you yet.”

As Carlos stood before her, shedding his race suit and fireproofs with deliberate precision, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of him. With each movement, his toned muscles flexed and rippled beneath his skin, his body a testament to the physical demands of their sport.

Her breath caught in her throat as his cock sprang free, solid and throbbing with arousal, the sight of him sending a jolt of desire coursing through her veins. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry with anticipation, knowing all too well the intensity of his desire to claim her.

This was what she had been expecting when he took the lead of the race—the raw, primal need that burned bright in his eyes, the insatiable hunger that drove him to seek out her touch with a desperation that bordered on madness.

With deliberate care, Carlos pulled her up onto the massage table, positioning himself between her legs with a primal hunger burning in his eyes. He kissed her with a tender urgency, savoring the taste of her lips against his own, before slowly entering her, inch by agonizing inch.

As he filled her, stretching her to accommodate his size, he could feel her walls clenching around him, her body instinctively adjusting to the intimate intrusion. Sensing her need for a moment to acclimate, he paused, his gaze locked with hers as he watched the myriad of emotions flicker across her face.

Her eyes were closed in blissful surrender, her lips parted in a silent plea for more. And in that moment, Carlos felt a surge of pride and desire swell within him, completely infatuated by the woman who had offered herself so completely to him.

With a smirk of satisfaction, he resumed his slow, steady thrusts, each movement driving them both closer to the edge of ecstasy. In this intimate dance of passion, there was no need for words—their bodies spoke a language of their own, a symphony of pleasure and desire that echoed through the dimly lit room.

“Carlos, baby, you need to move, please,” she pleaded, her voice laced with urgency as she yearned for the friction and rhythm only he could provide.

“So desperate for me, huh?” Carlos teased, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he reveled in the intensity of her need.

“I need it, baby. Please,” she implored, her words a desperate plea for release as her body thrummed with anticipation.

Carlos's breathy chuckle mingled with the symphony of their shared passion as he began to move, his movements slow and deliberate at first, building momentum with each thrust. He could feel her body responding eagerly to his touch, her moans growing louder with each passing moment.

As she fought to contain her urges, to resist the overwhelming need to grasp him and hold him close, Carlos felt a surge of arousal stir in his groin. The sound of her moans, the sight of her writhing beneath him in pleasure, ignited a primal fire within him, driving him to new heights of desire.

With each increase in speed, he felt himself completely filling her up, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony as they surrendered themselves to the ecstasy of the moment.

Feeling her hands being guided beneath her belly button, she opened her eyes, curiosity flickering in their depths as she glanced down to see what Carlos was doing. As he pressed her hands into her lower abdomen, she felt a slight movement beneath her fingertips, a sensation that sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through her body.

Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as she adjusted to the feeling, her senses overwhelmed by the intimate connection between them.

“You feel that?” His words hung in the air between them, heavy with raw desire and a primal intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Yeah,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, her body quivering with pleasure at the sensation of him deep inside her.

“That's me fucking deep inside you,” Carlos murmured, his voice thick with arousal as he reveled in the intimate connection they shared.

As Carlos positioned her hands on his shoulders, a surge of anticipation raced through her veins, her body trembling with the intensity of their shared desire. With a primal urgency, he began to thrust, each movement hard and rapid, driving her to the brink of ecstasy with each powerful motion.

Some of his thrusts caused her to flinch, the sensation of him filling her completely both thrilling and overwhelming. She could feel herself bruising all over again, the reminder of their previous night's passion adding to the intensity of the moment. Yet despite the ache, despite the slight sting of pain, it all felt too good to resist.

And then, as pleasure surged through her body like a tidal wave, she came undone, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of her release. Her body shook with the force of her climax, every nerve ending alight with ecstasy as she surrendered herself completely to the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her hands searched for some grip on his skin, fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders as she held on for dear life, leaving scratches in her wake. And as she reached the peak of her pleasure, she felt Carlos tensing beneath her, his own release imminent.

With one final, primal cry, he came inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his release as they rode out the waves of pleasure together.

As Carlos continued to thrust through her orgasm, a primal need drove him to push their pleasure to new heights. With a surge of determination, he pulled out and spun her around, his movements swift and purposeful as he positioned her upper body onto the massage table and spread her legs wide.

She clung to the table for support, her body trembling with a heady mix of pleasure and anticipation as Carlos resumed his thrusts. With each powerful motion, she fought to keep her legs steady, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their shared desire.

But as pleasure built once more, she began to feel a twinge of pain, a nagging ache that tugged at the edges of her consciousness. Unsure whether it was the position or if her body had reached its limits, she pushed through, determined to chase her pleasure to its ultimate climax.

And then, just as she felt a second orgasm approaching, Carlos hit a particular spot that sent a jolt of pain shooting through her body, causing her legs to wobble beneath her. In that moment, she realized that her body had reached its breaking point, her pleasure giving way to the sharp sting of discomfort.

As she whispered the safe word, “Chili,” her voice barely above a breathless murmur, Carlos's movements faltered, a flicker of concern crossing his features. But with the intensity of their passion clouding his senses, her words went unheard as he continued thrusting, lost in the heat of the moment.

“Chili, chili,” she repeated, her voice growing slightly louder in a desperate plea for him to stop.

Sensing her distress, Carlos's instincts kicked in, and almost immediately, he ceased his movements and pulled out, his expression shifting from desire to concern. With the cum oozing out of her, a silent testament to their shared pleasure, Carlos turned her around and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to steady her trembling form.

“Are you okay, cariño?” Carlos's voice was filled with concern as he held her close, his arms a comforting presence around her trembling form.

She didn't answer immediately, her mind still reeling from the shock of having to use the safe word for the first time. She had never asked him to stop before, but the pain had become too much to bear.

“I'm fine, it just hurt a bit,” she finally replied, her voice soft and slightly strained as she tried to downplay the discomfort she was feeling.

Carlos's expression softened with understanding as he held her tighter, his heart aching at the thought of causing her any pain. With gentle hands, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch a silent apology for pushing her beyond her limits.

“I'm sorry, cariño,” he murmured, his voice filled with regret. “I didn't mean to hurt you.”

Carlos fetched a towel and gently cleaned her up, his heart weighed heavy with guilt for pushing her past her limits. With each tender touch, he was careful not to overstimulate her further, his movements slow and deliberate as he wiped away the remnants of their passion.

Once she was cleaned up, he helped her back onto the massage table, his touch gentle and reassuring as he helped her put her panties and skirt back on. She was exhausted from the episode, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of their encounter, and he could see the fatigue etched into her features.

With a pang of remorse, Carlos watched as she lay down, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she tried to regain her composure. He knew that she needed time to rest and recuperate, to recover from the intensity of their shared experience.

He cleaned himself up and changed into his casual clothes and kept stealing glances at her, his heart heavy with worry. But with each reassuring word she spoke, each gentle touch she offered, he felt a small measure of relief wash over him.

She was fine. She reassured him of that fact time and time again. And as he settled down beside her, wrapping her in his arms and holding her close, he knew that he was the one person she trusted more than anyone else in the world.

Carlos kissed her gently, his touch a soothing balm against the ache of her body and soul, she felt a sense of safety and comfort wash over her. In his arms, she found solace from the storm of emotions that had threatened to overwhelm her, her fears and doubts melting away beneath the warmth of his love.

With each caress of her cheek, each tender gesture, Carlos reaffirmed his devotion to her, his love a beacon of light in the darkness of their shared struggles. She knew that despite the momentary pain, she was safe with him, cherished and adored beyond measure.

Wrapped in his embrace, she felt a sense of peace settle over her, a quiet calm that whispered of better days to come. For in his arms, she found not only love, but strength—the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that together, they could overcome anything.

She was and always would be addicted to him, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. But she also knew her limits, understood the importance of self-care and self-preservation. And as she nestled closer to him, surrendering herself to the warmth of his embrace, she knew that no matter what trials they faced, they would face them together, bound by a love that knew no bounds.

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Steve Rogers Masterlist

Grain of Truth Masterlist

Soft!Dark Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Reader

Summary: You’re content with your quiet, peaceful life, but it suddenly becomes dangrously intense when an alpha, Steve Rogers, forces himself into it. You never believed nor seeked out the old fairytales of true mates, but Steve will make you admit there’s a grain of truth in every fairytale.

Warnings: soft!dark Steve Rogers; dub-con; A/B/O dynamics; dominance; possessive and controlling behavior; Dom/sub undertones; smut; oral; heat/mating cycles; forced orgasm; orgasm denial; size difference; slight breeding kink;

Nesting  Masterlist

mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: After a seemingly harmless one night stand you find yourself pregnant. As you quickly learn, there’s no way of keeping it secret from the baby’s father.

warnings: soft!dark Steve Rogers; mafia!Steve Rogers; possessive behavior; forced relationship; unplanned pregnancy;

More Precious than rubies  Masterlist

part of Ruby Garden Series

Dom!Steve Rogers x submissive female reader

summary: There aren't many things about yourself and your life that you are confident of, but you accepted with certainty that you are a submissive a while ago. Your dream of belonging to a high class, private club came true. But as inviting the Ruby Garden is, being among stunning naked people each weekend night doesn't help with your crumbling self-esteem and body image issues. When Sir Steve himself asks you to join him one evening, you fear it's some sick joke and your usually masked nervousness skyrockets.

warnings: Dom/sub dynamic; power imbalance; bdsm; ssc (safe sane consensual);

Honey Not Vinegar Masterlist

alpha!Steve Rogers x omega female reader; dark!Steve Rogers x female reader,

summary: Avengers want to capture your brother, but while he’s on the run you become a target. You await the worst fate, locked in a dark cell, when Steve Rogers comes to your aid. But does he really save you?

warnings: manipulation; gaslighting; mild verbal humiliation; praise kink; dark!Steve Rogers; his softness serves only manipulation, it’s not because he’s actually soft; alpha!Steve Rogers; dark!avengers;

Fringe Benefit Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x female reader x Steve Rogers; stucky x female reader

summary: You hope that your solid plan to pay back your brother’s debt will be accepted by the dangerous businessmen slash mobsters. Steve and Bucky see holes in your plan and offer you a different solution.

warnings: dark Steve Rogers dark Bucky Barnes; dub-con; manipulation; forced orgasm; blowjob; deepthroating; power imbalance; explicit sexual situations; praise kink; breeding kink;

Nature’s Beauty

mountain rescuer Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: Your teasing comment about staying home barefoot and pregnant makes something in Steve snap. He’s now eager to turn it into reality.

warnings: consensual; barebacking; breeding kink; housewife kink; light bondage; dubiously consensual taking of risky pictures; lots of filthy talk (not even dirty, just nasty filth); mention of cumplay; established relationship; Steve’s a rescuer but who will rescue us from Steve’s hotness;

Cherry  Masterlist

soft!dark Steve Rogers x female reader; enforcer!Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: A drabble inspired by a photo manip of Chris, that may turn into a bigger fic in the future. Steve Rogers is an enforcer for mafia and you tangle yourself in a hot fling with him. 

warnings: soft!dark Steve Rogers; car sex; semi-public sex; rough sex;

Make the dust fly

dark!Steve Rogers x female reader; dark!Captain Rogers x fairy reader

summary: You’ve always been loyal to Peter and to his group of rascals, fierce in the way you protect them. So when the bloodthirsty Captain Rogers is close to catching your friends, your fairy heart bursts with courage and you place yourself between them. Little did you know that Captain was never after Peter. It was always about you…

warnings: dark!Steve Rogers; dub-con (bordering on non-con); captivity; stocks/pillory; spanking; size kink; forced orgasm; explicit sexual content; mentions of drug use;

To find the light, we must first touch the darkness Masterlist

dark!mafia Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: When you unexpectedly are appointed to run a health center, you foresee many struggles along the way, but not one in the form of a merciless mob boss. Steve Rogers’ core aim is to own and he won’t take no for an answer. To any of his demands.

warnings: dark!Steve Rogers (really, he’s not a softie here, he dark); manipulation; blackmail; threats; power imbalance; specific warnings will be added for each chapter separately;

Darkness between the stars

Darth!Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: You followed your Master when he gave in to the dark side, not believing the twisted values the Emperor spew, but because you couldn't imagine being anywhere other than by Steve's side. Even if you accepted the fact Steve's heart may forever belong to the woman he once loved.

warnings: angst; hurt/comfort; soft dark!Steve Rogers; some power imbalance; choking kink; implied age gap (since Steve was the Reader's Master), but Reader is of age

Entwined

Leshy!Steve Rogers x female reader; Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: You enter the woods hoping to gain the ancient being’s mercy and help. However, you hadn’t expected how truly powerful he is, or what price he will ask of you.

*Leshy is a deity of the forests in Slavic mythology. He rules over the forest and hunting.

warnings: sort of monsterfucking (though Leshy isn’t exactly a monster, more of an eldritch entity); consensual, with a slight dash of dub-con; tiny bit of manipulation; smut;

New World Order

soft dark!Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: After the snap and the breaking of the Avengers the world has turned into a darker place than it already was. Being under Steve Rogers protection should be your beacon of light, right? So why does it sometimes feel as if you're caught in a sticky web?

warnings: semi dystopian universe; soft dark Steve Rogers; manipulation; sprinkle of gaslighting; economical/situational power imbalance; dub-con; smidge of breeding kink; sex (p in v);

Farmer Alpha Steve

Steve Rogers x female reader; alpha Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: You’re visiting your grandma in the countryside where you unexpectedly run into the hottest Alpha you’ve ever seen.

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Two

Summer Entrees Masterlist

summary: A triptych of three summer drabbles focusing on heat-induced, pool fun. Each drabble is with a different character.

40′s mafia Steve + naive wife reader drabble

Steve + pussy spanking drabble

Steve + stockings kink drabble

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[twokisses]

stress relief (ficlet)

it's been a long time! here's a simple, spicy something i found in my drafts, also available to read on my ao3 @twokisses

Synopsis: It's been a shit day, but Baz knows just how he can get the release that he needs from it. (Rated M)

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Baz had had the worst fucking day of his life. Most of it he could put down to the general incompetence of his fellow group mates; and their lack of enthusiasm for anything other than parties and members of the opposite sex. Then add to that random break-downs of critically important machinery—the printer in the library, the vending machine, his car—and the universe had found the perfect combination of things that could send him into a raging fit. He never got into fits. They were beneath him.

Snow knew about everything by the time Baz got on the tube (horrifying), and was doing his best at soothing him, alternating between righteous anger on his behalf—“what a bunch of arseholes. u rly deserve better baz”—and hopefully placating promises—“we can order food when u get back & put smth on the telly”.

Largely, it was working. But Baz had had a fire growing in his belly since noon. A vibrating tension that had spread to his shoulders and fingers by the time they were wrapped—as loosely as possible—around one of the tube’s handholds. He was practically singing with it. At first he considered finding a remote clearing in a wood somewhere and casting a whole fucking Shakespeare play—anything to get rid of his excess energy. Then he realised there was a much more practical solution at hand. Literally in his hand; Snow’s messages kept popping up on his screen, and as Baz read through them it dawned on him that all he wanted—all he needed, really—was for his loyal, determined, steadfast, golden boyfriend to lock them both in his room and fuck him until he forgot group mates, vending machines, or the tube even existed.

Baz sent a new text, cutting across Simon’s latest (sweet, but now unneeded) message about how doing the best you could didn’t always guarantee success, and asked whether Bunce was home that night. nah, was the reply. out with shep 2nite. why? To which Baz didn’t even bother replying, because he was already at his stop and definitely tapping into his vampire speed as he strode toward Snow’s flat. (He only used it in truly dire situations.)

It was a good night. A good night to slam the door shut on a shitty day. “I need you—” Baz pronounced clearly into Snow’s mouth, once he’d successfully manoeuvred Simon into pinning his hips against the refrigerator, “—to fuck me so hard—” and by then Snow’s teeth were marking the delicate hinge of his jaw, and that delicious growl was rumbling straight from his throat into Baz’s chest, “—that I forget the concept of university even exists. Can you do that for me, Snow?”

Snow’s response was emphatically non-verbal, and Baz, too, became incoherent almost immediately after that.

The first round was quick and hard. Mercenary, almost—the ends justifying the means. It was everything Baz needed. For him to release himself from his mind and just be his body, that vital, natural thing that it always became in Simon’s hands—a forest being blazed through with fire. (It always came back to their first kiss; maybe because there was just no better analogy for them than how they started. Two bits of metal too stubborn to bend anywhere other than the forge.)

The second round, Baz wanted Simon slow. Purposeful. Where before his face may have been lost in the hurry, hidden in Baz’s neck, his stomach, beneath his own hair, this time Baz wanted the intensity of his eyes. He wanted Simon to talk to him, ask him for permissions and guidance he didn’t really need to ask for, but which made it all the more intentional—all the more intense. He wanted the sex positively liquefying. And he got it. Everything he wanted, Simon gave. And then some. Simon took him so far out on the edge of pleasure he was aware of nothing but the wrenching, irresistible pull in his gut to fall over it—let alone remember the concept of university.

He was breathless in the end. And as smug and languid as the fattest cat in the world. When Simon laughed at him, Baz decided he didn’t mind. He’d already gotten what he wanted.

#carry on #snowbaz #snowbaz fic #simon snow #snowbaz fanfiction #simon snow series #m:fic #baz pitch #queued

[megukins]

This pussy sweet like Ice Cream

𓆩♡𓆪 Pro hero!Shoto x fem!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 genre: smut

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis: You're feeling hot, so Todoroki has a solution for that ;)

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n: characters are aged up! Ignore the title I couldn't think of a better one.

𓆩♡𓆪 warnings: 18+, temperature play, ice kink, overstimulation, impact play, spanking, cunninglingus, alochol consumption, drunk sex

𓆩♡𓆪 word count: 2k

"Shoto!" You moan out.

"Yes, snowflake?" 

"Why is it so hottt?" You stand in front of the fan which wasn't really effective.

Your skirt blew, giving him a clear view of your panties. He blushes some and coughs in his hand.

"What about some ice cream?" He suggests.

"There is no more, I ate the rest yesterday!" 

"Well, we can go out to buy some more. How does that sound?" He gives you a warm smile.

"I don't feel like it, you know I'm lazy..."

He shook his head and dragged you to the car.

You guys go to the local grocery store, running into the Bakusquad. It's been a while since you've last seen them, but they didn't seem to change one bit. You were surprised they were still close as they got older.

"Is that Y/N?!"

They all run up to you except for Bakugo giving you a tight hug.

He scoffs and walks off to shop around, Kirishima pulls away and follows after him.

"It's too hot for this!" You groan.

Eventually they pull away. 

"So, you've seemed to change in some ways." Mina smirks.

"How so?"

"Well…" She poked your boobs, making them jiggle.

"M-Mina!"

They each blush at her actions. Not only that, but you were wearing a white crop top that exposed your bra. 

'Man, he's so lucky!' Kaminari thought, still blushing.

"Still the same, nonchalant, quiet guy huh, Todoroki?" Sero changes the subject.

"You all are still the same as well."

"Ahem, Shoto, ice cream. Remember?" You tug on his sleeve.

"Ah right."

"We'll see you guys later!" You wave. 

"We're having a get together later, you coming?!" Mina shouts.

"Sure!" You shout back, paying no mind, too busy fixated on ice cream.

You walk to the freezer section, eyeing different flavors from, Wasabi, Lavender, Matcha Green Tea, Vanilla, Cookies'N Cream, Chocolate, Rocky Road, Chocolate Mint, Strawberry Sorbet, dairy free, Garigari-kun popsicles, frozen yogurt, Strawberry Cheesecake, etc. Your mouth starts to water as your eyes light up, Todoroki chuckling at your childish nature.

"Which one do you prefer?" 

"I can't choose! They're all so delectable!" 

"Take your time."

"You know what, I'll just get Cookies'N Cream and mochi for you." Which was a lie because you ended up getting more than just that.

"Wow, that's a lot of ice cream." The cashier comments.

"Well it is in the upper 80s, close to the 90s." 

"That'll be ¥266." 

"Don't worry, I'll pay." He gives the woman the money. 

"Why are you pouting?" 

"Because, I was gonna pay. Most of this junk was mine and the mochi was yours." 

"It's okay, love, no big deal. I'm a pro hero after all so I get paid a lot, remember?" He tries cheering you up. "Besides, it wasn't even that much, I got a discount for being a pro hero.”

"Whatever." You fold your arms. 

You lay sprawled out on the couch, gobbling the ice cream you brought and hum in delight at the coldness, but still wasn't enough.

"You're finished already?" He takes a bite of his mochi. 

"I told you I was hot!" 

You slowly raise your shirt, making his eyes go wide.

"Wh-what are you doing?" 

"I have an idea," You bit your bottom lip. "C-could you maybe, uh, use your quirk to cool me down?" You finish your thought, your face heating up, his doing so soon after.

"Are you sure?" He hesitates.

"Please?"

You grab his hand and run to the bedroom. You fully take your shirt off and skirt, leaving you in your underwear. He gulps, getting excited already at the naughty suggestion.

He creates an ice cube rubbing it slowly down your stomach. You shiver at the contact, your nipples instantly get hard. 

"Be still, love." You nod. 

"Could you morph the ice into the shape of a dick?" 

"What kind of question is that?" He blushes.

He complies with your request. You suck on it in a teasing way, seeing him fidgeting around.

He takes it out of your hand, throwing it somewhere in the room then activates his fire side to burn your bra and panties off. 

"Sho, that was my favorite set!" He grabs your cheeks roughly still activating his fire side, making you moan. 

"I'll buy you a new set." He smiles.

He flips you on your stomach and smacks your ass repeatedly in a pattern, using his quirk and stops for a few seconds. He then flips you back over and creates more ice cubes and rubs them down your back and rubs it along your buttocks. You gasp, turning around to face him.

You open your mouth to protest until you feel his hard cock feel you up.

'When did he take his clothes off?' 

He shakes you out of your thoughts rocking into you, grunting to force himself into you more.

"Fuck, you feel so good, snowflake~" He moans, making you wet and moan too.

It turned you on whenever he talked filthy. 

He grabs your asscheeks again and hovers near your ear whispering all sorts of sweet with a hint of lewd things in your ear.

He pulls out and nuts all over your back, some getting on your cheeks which caused him to get hard once again.

"I have an idea..." 

You tell him to create more ice which he does. You smirk with a hint of mischief, rubbing it along his abs. You get even more bold and rub it on his dick. You run your tongue along his shaft till you reach his balls. A moan escaped his lips, but gets stifled as he bit the inside of his jaw. 

"Such a naughty girl you are~" 

He pinches your nipples and rubs ice around them in a circle. 

"S-Shoto, they're sensitive!" You mewl. 

He ignores your cries and continues to rub it around with his thumbs. 

"You have such amazing tits. I can't get enough of them."

He lowers toward your left one biting and licking it. 

He shoves a finger inside your wet clit. He then adds two more, feeling you start to clench and immediately pulls them away.

"Fuck- ah!" 

You feel his cock immediately hit your g-spot. He smirks and hits that spot repeatedly, making the bed creak against the floor and hit against the wall. 

You hear your phone ring to see Ashido calling you.

"Crap, it's Mina!" You freak out.

"Answer it." 

"Hey Mi-" 

"Where are you!?" 

"What do you mean?" You question.

"You said you'd be here!"

"When did I-" 

"Earlier!" 

You feel Todoroki's balls rub against your pussy in the most delicious ways.

"Sho- Shoot!" You try not to make it appear as though you were gonna moan his name out.

"You okay?" She asks, worry present in her tone.

"Yeah. I set something down and don't remember where I placed it." 

He creates two small ice cubes and runs it down each thigh, close enough to your entrance. He lowers to your heat and glides his tongue on each thigh in a teasing way.

He hums purposely knowing the effect it had on you.

"So, are you coming?" 

He flicks his tongue against your clit repeatedly, making you instantly cum on his face. 

He pulls himself up and sticks his fingers directly against your g-spot, making you cum some more. 

"A-ah yess~" 

 He places a finger against your lips telling you to be quiet.

"Well, see you there!" 

"Sorry, love I couldn't contain myself. Just the thought of getting caught turned me on." 

"Yeah no kidding..."

"Hm?"

"Nevermind." 

"Y/N, Todoroki! Glad you two could make it!" 

"Sorry it took us a bit." You smirk a little thinking back about almost getting caught.

"It's fine, I hope I wasn't interrupting anything important."

"O-of course not!" 

You all gather around drinking and laughing amongst yourselves. Poor Deku ended up getting drunk and pulled Uraraka into a closet and made out with her. 

"Ooh, so Midoriya is the frisky type when drunk~" Mina pokes fun at his actions.

He wasn't the only one affected by the alcohol. Your face is painted red after your fourth one, as you play with the collar of Todoroki's dress shirt.

"Feeling needy?" 

You grab his hand leading him towards the kitchen. He makes sure to close the door, seeing how everyone was too busy filled in the living room minus Deku and Uraraka. 

He sets you down on the counter pecking your lips teasingly. You smash your lips against his, practically tonguing him down. He could get a good taste of the booze you consumed.

"You sure you want this, love? We could stop if you want. I don't want to take advantage of you seeing how you're drunk and all." He took your sighs as a yes.

He rubs the fat of your ass with his palms in a circular motion. You moan into his mouth. 

It took every bit of his strength not to rearrange your guts when you let out little whimpers and breathy moans.

He bit his lip hard, trying his hardest to contain his arousal. 

He leaves tiny bite marks over your neck and shoulder. He slips yours and his clothes off, pushing his cock into your warm walls. 

"Mmm feels good!" You felt tears pricking your eyes.

"Shh, don't want them finding out now, do we?" 

"Please break me you sexy beast!~" You pant heavily, not being aware of what you just got yourself into. 

He slams into you at a fast pace, keeping his lips over yours to prevent the moans from slipping out and keeping his hands around your waist to prevent you from sliding off the counter.

He sticks two of his fingers in your asshole, feeling you clench down tightly on his length.

"Fuck…" He sighs while throwing his head back.

He tried so hard not to look at your facial expressions, they could make him cum instantly considering you were drunk with drool dripping down from your chin and your face flushed red.

"D-don't say things like that…" He blushes a bit, making him more on edge. 

He continues fucking into you roughly, immediately making you squirt and him pulling out of you and spilling his love nectar over your thighs. 

You whimper once more, rubbing your thighs together hoping he got the message. He didn't understand at first but then mouthed an 'o' finally getting it. 

"Again?" He chuckles.

He creates an ice cube, rubbing it on his tongue then lowers to your clit. He pushes his head in some more licking all the right places. 

You shiver at the coldness coming from his tongue. You wrap your thighs around his neck, bucking your hips erratically. He licks the spots that he knows will have you squirting repeatedly. You grip his hair, your moans getting louder and louder. 

You squirt for the third time. He gets back up to lick the juices off his face. Your legs felt like jelly, unable to get down from the counter. He picks you up and helps you put your clothes back on, soon his coming back on too.

"Did you enjoy it, my spicy snowflake?"

All you could do was nod. 

"Hey, where are Todoroki and Y/N?" Iida asks, realizing your absence.

"Now that you mention it, I haven't heard from them in a while." 

"Hm, weird."

They shrugged it off and continued doing whatever they were doing.

"Hey, Mina again I'm sorry we came to the party late yesterday! I feel so guilty." 

"It's okay, Y/N! As long as you two made it. Where were you two anyway? We haven't heard from you guys in a while and it had us worried."

You were flustered remembering the heated love session you had. 

"Uh well I was drunk and Shoto was trying to help me recover." 

Half was true but the other half was a lie which you knew, but knew she didn't.

"Well as long as you're doing okay then that's good. I thought maybe something happened." She sighed in relief.

'If only you knew.'

© 2022 this work belongs to @megukins DO NOT repost or plagiarize on any other social media

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[thepro-lifemovement]

Okay, so life starts at conception. That means I have to donate my body and resources to keep it alive? If my mother got into a car crash and I was the only person able to donate an organ to keep her alive, there is no law that can force me to do so. I do not have to donate anything of mine to anyone for any reason. Why is that different for a fetus that never asked to be brought into existence? If I'm donating my body to something that didn’t consent to existence and I don't want to to exist, I do not have to carry it to term. Especially if I am 11, raped, or a victim of incest.

The difference here is when a woman is pregnant, she (in a vast majority of cases) has consented to the act of sex, which brought about the pregnancy. Pregnancy is a possible consequence, or outcome, of sex and women have to accept that. No contraception is 100%. Just because you did not want a pregnancy, doesn't mean you won't ovulate and an egg in your fallopian tube won't get fertilized. The only way to avoid that from happening 100% is to not have sex. That is the only natural act that creates life. The unborn child is not responsible for your actions. You are the one who consented to sex, your body created a new life from the sperm of your partner, a new human being is then created from that act. If you're playing ball in the street with someone, and they hit the ball through your neighbor's window, you can't tell your neighbor "well, I consented to playing baseball, but I did not consent to the ball going through your window, therefor I am not paying for your window to be fixed." There's a risk associated with everything we do, including sex.

If we expect men to take responsibility for their children and pay child support (whether he wanted his kid or not), shouldn't we expect that of the women? A woman is free to do what she wants with her own body, but her unborn child is not her body. They have their own body. You can't just kill someone for existing. The act of donating an organ to someone who needs it is not the same as grabbing a gun and shooting them dead. But the act of abortion is actively killing an unborn child. Other people can donate their organs to someone else. But only the pregnant woman can carry a child who is implanted to her uterine wall. Once she becomes pregnant, her unborn child is now her responsibility.

A woman who chooses to have sex does so with the full knowledge that there's a real possibility that it may create a new living human being inside her. It's reasonable, then, for society to expect that woman (who knowingly consented to that risk) to live temporarily with that inconvenience if the only alternative is killing the child. It may not sound fair to you, but killing an unborn, living human being is also incredibly unfair. You and your partner created this human being. You cannot kill him/her just because they are unwanted. It is you and your partner's responsibility to give them the basic right to life. It is not their fault they exist. It's yours. And no one has the right to take someone else's life.

Also, in cases of rape and incest, abortion is not the solution. It does not erase the pain that women (child or not) go through. We need to stop telling women that a pregnancy will ruin their life. A study of 164 such women found that the majority of those who had abortions regretted having done so and said the abortion caused them additional problems. We need to offer love and support for rape victims. They need counseling. Giving them more trauma of an abortion is not the way to help them. Abortion also increases a woman's risk of premature death by 50%.

"Within a year of their pregnancy outcomes, women experiencing a pregnancy loss are over twice as likely to die compared to women giving birth.... Both miscarriage and termination of pregnancy are markers for reduced life expectancy."

Give women better options than abortion.

#sorry its a bit long #thanks for the ask #take responsibility #ask #asks #prolife #pro life #pro-life #abortion #anti abortion #pregnancy #abortion harms women

[ursbearhug]

"Is body positivity making me feel worse?", "Twink death is making me uncomfortable", "sex scenes creepe me out".

I have simple solution! 💜

Go touch grass! 💜💜💜

I'm not trying to trivialise an issue. But you have pretty sizable power over what you do and don't see on the Internet and it takes 3 clicks to get rid of something making you feel worse. Plus, I feel like there is inadequacy problem here; where you're going to complain that somebody had the audacity to put their fitness progress pictures on their profile and you're gonna make it everybody's else problem. Nobody is holding a gun to your head to lurk in their profile. Nobody is forcing you to look through the tags. You have a free choice in this and I can't see how it's their fault or problem that you're unhappy with what you see. This, and subset of people just going on a lucid dream ride idealising people they don't know for something they put on their social feed. If you cannot tell reality from virtuality, maybe take some time off and reflect on why it is so?

I am following a decent amount of folk across Tumblr and IG. A lot of people I follow via IG is subset of people I followed as a thristy teenager but I barely interact with whatever they put up. And in my entire life I had exactly one moment when I actually envied somebody; just because Dylan's beard is pretty. For the whole 45 seconds.

On tumblr there is group of folks I have notifications on because I consider them my friends and I want to see when they're active and what it is that caught their eye. And the group of folk I have notifications on because I want to become their friend too (FWIP, as you will). And few folk I want to make sure are still alive over the night because I care, despite not talking to them much/at all.

But in all seriousness. Algorithm can be a bitch sometimes. But one still holds great amount of power over what they're being suggested. If seeing somebody working on bettering themselves (for one reason or the other, it's not really business of yours) is upsetting you, just quit following them. If seeing someone's furry chest is making you feel worse, just unfollow them. Block them if you want to. Celebrity or not, folk are just humans, so assuming somebody is perfect just because they have abs, sports car and are woke* for talking about mental health, is only detrimental for you.

And also, if you're not allergic; go touch grass for real. Spring is coming in full swing and nature is beautiful.

#percy does things #will delete later

[becausewearebadmemories]

Kenyan Sponsors & Sex

A once respectful title given to large organizations that would give financial assistance to smaller, promising enterprises has been tarnished by the recent craze of calling older, rich, promiscuous men who love to lure younger women. The title: SPONSOR

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Why are men gladly taking up this title and why are women not ashamed to admit that they are enjoying this current trend? MONEY: God made man, man made money, money made man mad. Young ladies especially in university are pressuring each other to give in to this madness. It usually starts with a once simple lady from the village who comes to the city to be educated but along the way she meets an old rich man who promises to give her all the material possessions she desires. Her equally struggling friend realizes that she too can acquire material wealth if she finds an old rich man willing to give her what she wants. The two then use their social media to brag about all they have acquired and are not ashamed to say how they acquired it, encouraging other young girls to follow the same trend. Then to make it worse we have the likes of the singer Akothee going ahead and asking ladies what they call their “benefactor”. I have admired Akothee’s strength and resilience for a long time but after that song was released, I am no longer a fan.

The older perverted men on the other hand have discovered an easy way to get the ‘young, innocent p*ssy (for lack of a better word) that they have been desiring. They know all they need to do is spend money, & they completely disregard the impact on their wives and children. After all, who cares if you have an affair with your daughter’s age mate? Who cares about the humiliation your family will go through, the example that you set for your children, the diseases you will spread, or the reduced time, attention and love shown to your family? All that doesn’t matter to this mannerless babas because their daily 1.5 minutes (I doubt any of these bastards can go longer than this) of pleasure is what matters most to them.

So now we have men with mistresses and neither are ashamed of it. There is a detrimental effect to our society already witnessed by increased family killings. The likes of Joseph Kori and his mistress Wangui Mungai who are the main suspects behind the murder of Kori’s wife. If we continue this ‘sponsor’ trend, we will have the number of “deaths by mistress” competing with “death by road accidents” in this country. I wish I could give a concrete solution for this, but all I can say is we need to make it clear to our loved ones what’s most important in life. Fancy cars, holidays and houses are nice, but they have never and will never make anyone achieve self-actualization. If you are having issues with your wife, discuss it with her honestly and find a way to solve the issue instead of running away from the issue and blaming her for the failing marriage (same goes for women having issues with their husbands). The issue here being sex, since apparently that’s the only reason people have affairs. Communicate! Say what the issue is, discuss solutions, find a way to go about it…Sex is a two-way street, if it is not working, both are to blame in one way or another. Don’t go blaming the other person, there is something that YOU can do to make things better, & it’s not cheating.

“Money had never made man happy, nor will it, there is nothing in its nature to produce happiness. The more of it one has the more one wants.” Benjamin Franklin

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[ericleo108]

05/26/2023 Click here for Spotify, Apple Music, or Youtube. “John Wick” is my 45th official release. This song is edutainment, or educational entertainment which is music that teaches you. The song is intellectually stimulating but dark and contains an all to common story of what those who are trafficked experience. The song was self-recorded, and mixed and mastered by Keyano. The beat is from Retro Beatz, and the cover art is made by Zain from Fiverr.

This is a remake from ‘The Chalice Mixtape’ I made in 2017. I have more songs from the mixtape and demos from SoundCloud on the way. The theme of ‘The Chalice Mixtape’ was gender equality which human trafficking broadly falls under. We all have that feeling of wanting to stop evildoers but the truth is this the solution is simpler, being as trafficking will probably continue to prosper until we legalize prostitution.

As the song enunciates, pimps entrap girls from a young age and the practice of prostitution is illegal so they can’t get assistance from the state, they’re seen as criminals. Then due to their criminal status they’re not able to get a job and are tapped in a life controlled by a pimp. This means the current law gives power and economic control to usually male abusers in an unregulated market.

Pimping/illegal prostitution is all driven by money. If you take away the money you take away the motivation and agency. This is why I support legal brothels. The current economic model of prostitution depends on pimps that have no competition, don’t pay taxes or payroll, and are violent against women. How is this capitalism? I support legalizing prostitution because its the only way to put human trafficker’s out of business.

Prostitution is natural.   Prostitution is the oldest known profession. When you introduce money to monkeys the rich ones will pay for sex. We are denying people’s humanity by making prostitution illegal. Sex work is work and women deserve to be paid well for their work in a safe environment just like any other worker. In America if you pay for sex, it’s illegal, unless you film it, then it’s porn and legal. If you would like to help victims of human trafficking you can donate to wearethorn.com

You can see me talk about this blog post from last Sunday Update here:

Lyrics:

A threat to justice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere

Ain't shit changed since the days of slavery

Still got the modern-day slave trade functioning every day

Low risk, high profitability 

More slaves today than ever before in history 

Girls get taken, 

Liam Nelson don't save um 

We look to Ashton Kutcher to search for their placement

I'm just telling you cuz I want Thorn paid big

Human trafficking, a fact you see

A tragedy in the vicinity 

Forced prostitution, involuntary servitude

Tell me bought your conscience, and what it really do for you

Millions oppressed

In a life of regret  

Under duress 

Exploited for sex 

Seventy percent women

Most are children 

Man I’d be god damn if I don’t stop the villain

Batman wouldn’t kill, put another murderer in the world 

But forget it I’m a kill 'em, I’d rather save the little girl 

Being a victim is like falling asleep

And having Freddy Krueger stuck in your dreams

I’mma go hard, change the laws, and stop this

Like someone stole my car and killed my dawg, John Wick

Being a victim is like falling asleep

And having Freddy Krueger stuck in your dreams

I’mma go hard, change the laws, and stop this

Like someone stole my car and killed my dawg, John Wick

A daughter at play 

She gets taken away 

Is forced to obey 

Becomes mentally estranged 

While the world ignores this

She gets sexually exploited

Addicted to the endorphins 

She got forced in

Feed drugs so she’s addicted

Does anything for her fix again 

She don’t know who the victim is

Cuz she’s been in it since she’s a kid 

Prey are the vulnerable

Children who run from home 

Kids from foster care

That get lost and no one cares

Needs money to survive 

Trapped in this life 

Coerced for prostitution 

Soon enough, what she do is 

Gets caught, at fault

For breaking the law 

Spends years in a vault

While her pimp gets to walk

Being a victim is like falling asleep

And having Freddy Krueger stuck in your dreams

I’mma go hard, change the laws, and stop this

Like someone stole my car and killed my dawg, John Wick

Being a victim is like falling asleep

And having Freddy Krueger stuck in your dreams

I’mma go hard, change the laws, and stop this

Like someone stole my car and killed my dawg, John Wick

You can get mad at me 

Not understand these things 

But I’m here for you girl we’re family

Thirty three billion in traffic 

Where’s that money from the taxes? 

I’m for legal brothels 

So we protect what we got there

Oldest job in history, it’s called employment 

Look I know your business, I’mma force you to quit

I wonder what would happen 

If we gave Philip Defranco a gat then

Told him in three states it’s legal to track down 

Petafiles, sex offenders, you can kill’um if you act now

I’d be with Phil laughin, admiring his passion 

After we beat them senseless

Tortured their senses 

Broke their mentals 

And cut off their genitals, 

But for real all my real friends kill on the weekend 

Pop a beer, eat the heart out of the deceased then

Hang’um from a tree, peel the skin off, disembowel them 

I’m really thinking of you pimps and how it all will end 

Human skin has the texture of pig flesh 

What you gonna do when I want it from you next 

Who crazy, who knew, I have schizophrenia fool

And I just want you to know that I’m thinking of you 

Being a victim is like falling asleep

And having Freddy Krueger stuck in your dreams

I’mma go hard, change the laws, and stop this

Like someone stole my car and killed my dawg, John Wick

Being a victim is like falling asleep

And having Freddy Krueger stuck in your dreams

I’mma go hard, change the laws, and stop this

Like someone stole my car and killed my dawg, John Wick

#Spotify #Youtube

[catrinathomas]

What is June 23 Zodiac Sign? Here’s Everything That You Should Know!

Disease is the fourth indication of the zodiac (June 21-July 21), and it's addressed by the crab. A cardinal water sign controlled by the moon, Malignant growth (called Karkata in Vedic soothsaying) energy is personal, warm, and encouraging. Here, we'll jump into the character qualities of Malignant growth and investigate how this sign methodologies life, love, profession, and that's only the tip of the iceberg.

Malignant growth character qualities. Malignant growth is frequently connected with home, roots, and our profound lives.

Those brought into the world under this sign are frequently very delicate, ready to see others' sentiments and states of mind. Malignant growths additionally will quite often be exceptionally on top of their surroundings. Like the moon reflects the radiance of the sun, this sign can mirror the energy of their general surroundings.

In soothsaying, the moon additionally addresses the home: where we came from, our underlying foundations, and how we re-energize. So feeling comfortable is frequently vital for average Cancerians, as is possessing energy for rest and reflection. (Consider the crab withdrawing into its shell.)

At last, as a cardinal water sign, Malignant growth is related with starting points, beginnings, and the waters of the belly. This sign is about development, sustenance, and solace. How would we feel comfortable in our bodies, in the universe, in our networks? How would we associate with our genealogy? These are all Malignant growth questions.

Disease qualities: Close to home Sustaining Mindful Enjoyable Feeding Ameliorating Touchy Difficulties and potential open doors for development. Diseases have a ton of sentiments, which can be wonderful — but on the other hand there's a shadow side to the entirety of this responsiveness: Tumors can feel effectively irritated, injured, and hurt.

Prodding or analysis that could slip by everyone's notice by different signs could send a Disease into a profound emergency. Numerous Diseases need to discover that to actually safeguard their energy and psychological wellness, it is ideal to not take things.

Recall that crab shell? Indeed, the desire for Tumors is frequently to withdraw into their shells rather than face the world. For this super delicate sign, a significant chance for development includes figuring out how to communicate their sentiments to other people.

Since numerous Tumors will generally keep away from a conflict or what they see as show, they can put on a show of being latent forceful — dropping clues that they're harmed as opposed to making their feelings understood. Rather than accepting that others realize the reason why they're disturbed, this sign necessities to figure out how to convey transparently, truly, and frequently.

Malignant growth in adoration and sex. For the indication of the crab, love necessities to feel great and restoring. They need an accomplice who will feel like home, invest quality energy with them, and sustain their instinctive nature. They look for connections that vibe free from even a hint of harm and have heaps of space for alone time, profound handling, and nestling.

The commonplace Disease is searching for a mate forever. On the off chance that they really do nonchalantly date, they might find it challenging to keep it easygoing. Malignant growth isn't keen on exchanges or convenient solutions. Regularly, they want valid, enduring affection that is sans show.

At the point when you're out on the town with a Malignant growth, you're probably going to feel truly seen and focused on. Giving and getting genuine consideration and sustenance is fundamental for the Cancerian darling.

Malignant growth's instinctive nature truly takes care of in the room. It can feel like your Malignant growth darling is guessing what you might be thinking and expecting your necessities quite a bit early. Recall — correspondence is critical. Diseases are known for their liberal nature, however you should match their degree of care. They need to feel adored as the need might arise to give love.

Disease in companionship. Normally, Tumors need a couple of ride-or-kick the bucket companions that vibe like family. The Cancerian in your companion bunch is in all probability the one opening their home to individuals and establishing an inviting climate for all.

Like the moon, which circles the earth, Diseases have the genuinely superb endowment of having the option to tune into individuals and their surroundings, so this is a companion that can frequently see through a veneer and see what those in their circle are truly feeling.

Disease in vocation and cash. As in many parts of their lives, the common Cancerian needs to have a solid sense of reassurance at work. A consistent pay and a reasonable work direction are fundamental for their psychological and profound wellbeing.

On account of their phenomenal listening abilities and veritable premium in individuals, Malignant growths will generally well as specialists, bodyworkers, energy healers, or in any calling where tuning in, instinct, and care are involved. Diseases are additionally known to function admirably with youngsters, so they'll probably flourish in any calling that includes dealing with kids as well as families.

Regardless of their picked calling, Malignant growth will cause everyone around them to feel supported, really focused on, and seen.

[localerenslut]

head empty except for the thought of eren finger fucking you under the table as you’re both out with mikasa, armin, jean, connie, and levi and all you can do is hold on to his arm like your life depends on it so you don’t make a sound as he leans over and whispers, “make a sound and i stop. which we both know you don’t want. isn’t that right, slut? keep your dumb whore mouth shut.”

#it’s simp for eren day #all i think about is this man #i think it’s a problem #eren yeager smut #aot smut #this then leads to leaving early #but you can’t make it to the house #so naturally car sex is the only solution

[diegos-butt]

Captain Syverson x (f) reader

no description of body/race; but as always I had a plus size/curvy reader in mind.

Summary: The Captain finds out you bought a new pair of shoes, breaking a rule you two had. What will his reaction be?

Wordcount: ~850

Warnings: Stern!Sy, implications of sexy stuff ✨

A/N: Recently bought two new pair of shoes, wondered what the captain's reaction would be. Set in the same universe as Shopping Spree, but could definitely be read alone!

Masterlist

•••

Sitting in my car I went over my options in my head, but there weren’t many solutions to the situation I would face once I set foot inside. The reason? The shoeboxes on the backseat, three to be precise.

With a sigh I realized that the two options I had left, come clean or lie, would either result in my husband being a little mad. We had a deal, that I wouldn’t buy anymore shoes this year plus, he knows when I’m lying.

Therefore, I decided to be honest, but not totally honest. I stepped out of the car, and opened the door of the backseat. After stuffing away two shoeboxes underneath the front seats, I picked up the remaining shoebox and my purse.

I opened the front door, looking around for my giant husband, the one and only Captain Syverson. “Babe? I’m home!” I yelled and quickly put the box on the floor, hiding it a little behind a cupboard.

Emerging from the kitchen he appeared in front of me. “Hi sugar, did ya have a good time?” He walked over to me, helped me get out of my coat and pressed his lips firmly to mine. Not wasting a second of this opportunity, I slipped my hands around his neck and opened my mouth to deepen the kiss.

Sy’s hand stalked up, gripping my throat and chin. Suddenly he broke the kiss, jerking his face away and mine up to make sure I’d make eye contact with him. Immediately I knew I was in trouble. That he knew what I did.

I mean, what was I thinking? That I could hide something from this man? Who knew everything about me? Who even made me a walk-in-closet? Who knows that I would try to bribe him with sex so he wouldn’t get mad at me for buying new clothes or shoes? Even if it was for him?

“Alright, let’s see the damage,” he said and nodded at the shoebox poorly hidden behind me.

“Why don’t we finish this first and then I’ll show ya?” I tried, my hands wandering down his broad back, giving his firm ass a squeeze.

“Nah, baby, I wanna see what ya bought.” The grin on his face grew wide. “Then we’ll see who will get to finish.”

I gasped, having a hard time closing it. Even after all this time, this man knew how to get me weak.

“Close your mouth sugar, you might need it later.”

Chuckling I turned around to pick the box up, purposely rubbing my ass against his groin. Sy groaned softly, and it made me feel good to know I still had it in me to make him weak as well.

Sy sat down on the staircase, looking at me expectantly. “So, ya gonna tell me about how ya broke the rule about buying more shoes or are ya gonna tell me there are no shoes in there?”

“Here’s the thing. Remember I told you about those boots I’ve been wanting for so long?” I started, puppy eyes on display.

“You mean for the last two weeks, but go on,” Sy smirked. He knew what I did, and he was going to fully enjoy the situation.

“Very funny, but I ran into them this afternoon and they were on sale so I just couldn’t leave them behind!” I shifted on my feet. Not knowing what his ‘punishment’ for me would be, made me shiver with excitement. We had made a deal, whenever one of us broke a rule, we get to punish the other. The rules were simple, like not falling asleep during a romcom or not buying shoes, and so were the punishments. Last time Sy fell asleep during a romcom I made him clean the entire house on his own.

But somethings the punishments had a different kind of nature. And today was one of those days, I could tell by the look in Sy’s eyes and the kiss he had just given me.

I opened the shoebox, revealing a pair of snow white leather boots. They were gorgeous, and although they weren’t on sale, I had to take them home with me.

“Nice,” Sy said. “And ya just bought these ones?”

That was a tricky question, a very tricky one. He either knew about the other shoeboxes or he was just testing me. Choosing the latter, I answered. “Nope, just these pretty white boots.”

The cheshire grin on his face told me I made a mistake. “Have ya already forgotten about those two other shoeboxes left in the car sugar?”

After placing the box on the ground, I took a step to stand behind Sy’s thighs. I grabbed his face between my hands, making him loop up to me. “But they are so pretty,” I said with a pout.

Sy chuckled, and I pressed kisses all over his face. With a slap on my ass, he made me stop. “We are gonna count the number of shoes ya have, and ya will get spanked that many times woman,” Sy growled.

This was going to be a very long, and exciting, evening.

•••

#Captain Syverson #Captain Syverson x reader #Captain Syverson x you #Captain Syverson x plus size reader #Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill x reader #Henry Cavill x you #Henry Cavill x plus size reader

[bangtangalicious]

death valley (m) | part 8

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jin x reader, jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.0k

warnings: reader discretion advised. rough sex, physical roughness, sadism kink, pain kink, breast play, fingering, elevator sex (semipublic), praise kink, dirty talk, unrealistic endurance (this is one day LMAO), attempted fire play, bondage, guns, attempted shootings, knife play if you squint, spanking, degradation (name calling, slut shaming, being really mean lolol thanks jin), crying kink? lot of crying, toxic and manipulative behaviors, jin steps on you so there’s that, character death, heavy drug use, paranoia/fear, voyeurism, sex while intoxicated, me trying to put some humor where i can, sweet dom!jungkook, wild dom!jin, and a sprinkle of dom!taehyung ;) ALSO eyebrowpiercing!jungkook. very important. 

a/n: s/o soowoozoo!bts for being my inspo. 

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | series navi | masterlist |

F L A S H F O R W A R D--

Goosebumps spread across your skin as the silence set in. The room was chilly, air conditioner buzzing in contrast to the slick humidity of the summer night waiting for you outside. The white light made your eyes ache, the walls were plain, dry, empty.

You stared blankly at the table in front of you. The sound of the pen scratching paper made you ache, remembering kinder days when you and Hobi would be goofing around and writing songs. How did you get here? How did you let this happen?

The previous night, you had dreamt of being at a concert, somewhere far from Death Valley. Losing yourself to music and molly, a soft pair of hands on your hips as you danced the night away, singing at the top of your lungs. Those same hands wrapping around your waist, nose tracing behind your ear to whisper to you how pretty you were. How hot you looked and how badly he wanted to tear your clothes off with his teeth. 

You allowing him to pick you up so easily, take you back to his car where you scrambled into the back seat. Like children. The first kiss was magic, you were glued to him and could barely move on. He wouldn’t leave you for a second, he wouldn’t let you breathe. Your lips were hot on each other, soft moans and giggles. Swallowed smiles as you drank one another in, bodies like waves crashing against each other.

Hands wandering until he had you where he wanted. Where you wanted. He loved you down so incredibly good. How he was able to tear you apart while still being so sweet, you could barely even fathom. His teeth dug into the flesh of your breasts, fingers hooking around your panties. 

His tongue ravished your figure. There was no part of you left untouched, no part of you that wasn’t completely ablaze with arousal. You would arch your neck back as he lapped away at the sweetness dripping between your legs, your hands combing through his wavy black hair.

His tongue knew where to go, he knew how you liked it, and your fist clenched as he fucked you with his mouth through and through. He always made sure you came first. Always. Every single time.

Whether you had mere minutes or long hours, he loved the way you tasted, making sure you knew that at every chance he got. Sloppy wet kisses traveled up your stomach to your chest, up your neck, hands caressing your ass, scratching your back, holding you close for a moment. 

You were whisked away into heaven, just briefly, as his thick cock would push into you. Your pussy pulling him in, wanting to feel the familiar but oh so incredible stretch that only he gave you. 

Taehyung. You sobbed as he fucked you, allowing him to kiss the glossy tears off of your cheeks as he rolled his hips, angling so perfectly to nudge deep within you. His sinister grin, his giggles, his chaos. You were in the hands of disaster but you never felt more safe. 

Why are you crying dumbass? He would find your state amusing, continuing to fuck you, thrusts long and smooth. Quick, but slow enough for you to savor each second. Your whining lost behind the wet sound of your bodies colliding.

Where are you? Are you watching this right now? You’re not really dead are you?

Stroking your cheek, he leaned down to whisper against your mouth. The words he would keep on saying, echoing back to you. Play along. I won’t hurt you.

What exactly you were playing, you were unsure. 

“Look at me” Your eyes darted up to meet Jin’s deceivingly innocent eyes. “I’m gonna ask you again, did you kill Kim Taehyung?” 

You gulped, sweat collecting onto the cold handcuffs around your wrists. Jin glanced at the mirrored wall, before letting out a heavy sigh. 

“It appears that Kim Taehyung was murdered about two hours before the party. We found your gun near the body.” Jin holds up the custom weapon Yoongi had given that was unmistakably yours. “Where were you at that time?” You felt your eyes getting heavy.

“I was” You lips were chapped, mouth clammy with a bitter taste. You looked him dead in the eye, stomach sickened by the amusement glistening within them as you struggled with your response. You knew he was getting a kick out of it. You wanted to spit on his face. You wanted to slap him, to scream, to flip the table and break out of the windowless room that caged you.

“I was with...y..” Jin smirked, leaning back. You cleared your throat, mind running a mile a minute.

“With who Y/n?”

You glared at him. He was treating this as some sort of role play. You felt queasy at the thought. Someone was dead. Dead. 

“You. I was with you”

F L A S H B A C K--

The morning rays slid through the expansive glass wall of the hotel room, causing Yoongi’s eyes to flinch, squinting as they opened and took in the day that presented itself. He sighed heavily, the weight of the previous night still on his mind. You were still asleep, but he could see through the chaffing beneath your wrists that you were not comfortable. He took the leash and fastened it to the headboard, ensuring you had no escape. 

Grabbing his keys, Yoongi quickly got dressed in a white hoodie and left the room. He needed to find out the truth for himself. He couldn’t afford to have you lying to him already. 

It was so frustrating to him that you couldn’t just be honest with him. He had been immensely open with you even if he was not proud of what he had to share. Why would you hide things? Hadn’t he proven himself to you? Hadn’t he done everything to win your heart?

Yoongi sighed. His anger issues were core to his being. It was part of his true self, but he had spent years trying to become someone you would fall in love with. All he wanted to do was make home in your heart, but no matter how many of your suitors he ended up threatening, beating to a pulp, and forcing them to bail on you, there was nothing in his power that could tear down that goddamn Park Jimin poster on your bedroom wall.

There was nothing he could do to stop you from writing small fantasies in your journal that you kept stashed in your bedside drawer. 

Yoongi would be lying if he said he didn’t come close to killing Jimin multiple times before. But he realized that would not have delivered him a solution. If Jimin died, you would mourn. You would still harbor that love for him and never have an opportunity to see what he really was. It was because of this Yoongi, with Taehyung’s helpful insight, had orchestrated a way to destroy Jimin in your eyes. 

Jimin was then introduced to Yoongi’s two weapons of destruction, Taehyung and cocaine. Yoongi worked hard to build himself up as a successful music producer. He had to be better than Jimin, had to make sure he could offer you everything Jimin could and more. 

To his surprise, you did move on from Jimin, at least the reality of him. But this fantasy of who he used to be remained pinned to your heart. After Jimin quit music, the mention of his name would still cause you to blush and smile. It made Yoongi want to throw up.

You had to see for yourself. Yoongi learned what it was that attracted you to Jimin and embodied just that. You liked that you had to chase him, you liked that he didn’t give a shit about you. You liked that he never noticed you and you had to pine for his attention. You liked that he was dedicated to his music, you liked the lifestyle he was associated with. You liked his lack of emotion and fantasized of him showing his true colors to you and only you, a sensitive, sweet, charming guy. Anger was not a part of this persona at all. 

When he felt like he had driven Jimin crazy enough with the drugs, he decided to plant rumors on stan twitter that Jimin would be signing with his label. Using his personal relationship with the singer, he was able to sign him on. He conveniently then offered you a summer internship, knowing full well you would be coming for one reason alone. Park Jimin.

Yoongi wanted you to fall straight into his arms. He rented out every available apartment for the months you were searching for a place to live, forcing you to reside in his building. He wanted to win you over naturally. He wanted you to work with Jimin, hook up with Jimin, and end up loathing him. Loving Yoongi instead. 

Jimin’s gang activity was getting on Yoongi’s nerves. Taehyung told him Jimin was in Death Valley, that you saw Jimin at Death Valley. When Yoongi heard from you, not Taehyung, that you had been kidnapped, along with Namjoon nonetheless, Yoongi had enough. He was used to giving Taehyung plenty of unsupervised jurisdiction, so Jimin’s accident was not a surprise to him. 

But you sympathized with Jimin, which was not what he wanted. He then decided to take things into his own hands, threatening Seokjin into throwing the fight to leech Jimin of every cent he had. He broke into your apartment, fucking everything up so that you had no choice but to come to him. To need him. 

And when Jin didn’t lose, he had no choice but to reveal to you who he was. Even after all his honestly, all his trust, you still lied to him. 

Yoongi was furious. He arrived at Death Valley, using the front entrance. Pulling a mask over his face, he barged in, surveying the silence as a sign that the bar was empty. Through the kitchen he arrive at the back storage room, accessible only by key, where all of the surveillance had been set up years ago. 

Monitors were spread across the wall, but Yoongi’s eyes narrowed in at one that was coming up with no feed. Your apartment. Someone had fucked with the cameras. Yoongi types away at the main monitor, enlarging your apartment footage and reeling back to find the moment the device was destroyed.

He sees Taehyung, whispering something to you. Next thing he knows the stream is blank. He grits his teeth, as all the pieces fall into place. He was a fool. How could he have been so blind? Taehyung must be in love with you. He must have, after watching you for so many years. Yoongi scowled at the thought of the ways Taehyung may have seen you, naked, vulnerable, ways that only he should. 

He had trusted Taehyung. Taehyung had only ever shown interest in money and Yoongi thought that was enough. Taehyung must have fucked you over and over again once the cameras were dead. What a whore. It made sense then that he had cut the line through his branding on you. He was the only one who could have. He had access to you and he was psychotic! He must have forced you to lie. You wouldn’t ever hide anything from Yoongi, no, Yoongi was the man of your dreams. You felt grateful that you had him, didn’t you?

He tilted his head, cracking his knuckles before he punched the glass screen, causing the feed to go haywire and sparks to erupt. Kim Taehyung. You are dead to me.

Yoongi growled lowly before picking up his phone. “It’s me. I need to see you. Now” 

-

Hobi kept his hand on the small of your back as he led you down to the hotel bar. The two of you nodded politely at the staff members who were busily preparing for the big event. The bar was empty aside for a few guests enjoying their brunch-time mimosas.

Hobi couldn’t really revel in the fact that the two of you were getting drinks together, almost like a date. His mind was too caught up in the initial shock he felt when he saw you tied up in his boss’ bedroom. He felt upset, but moreso he felt violated. He wondered if you were getting taken advantage of. Did he promise you a promotion? Was he manipulating you?

Punishing someone like that, Hobi was never one to kink shame, but it seemed a bit much. The name burned into your skin did nothing to ease his concern. Someone who was possessive, violent, impulsive. It reminded him of...

Hobi didn’t know. He didn’t know who gave him orders. He really didn’t care once the cash rolled in, but it began hitting too close to home. He wasn’t thrilled about hurting Namjoon, but two duffel bags of cash were enough for him to momentarily set aside his morals. 

“What should I get?” You surveyed the small menu of cocktails. “What’s gonna fuck me up the fastest?”

Hobi snorted, “Tequila” He twirled your hair as your gaze remained glued to the menu. The thought of you being in danger upset him greatly “Y/n...when did Yoongi brand you?" You called the bartender ordering a line of shots to which the they glanced at the clock before giving you a weird look.

“The night of the rematch” You told him, reacting before you realized what you had said. Your lip tucked between your teeth as you tried to conjure an excuse. A row of shot glasses was placed in front of you. You took one, gulping it down before letting out a heavy sigh. The bitterness burned down your throat. You basked as the liquid hit your mind, easing you slightly.

“Yoongi was at the fight?” Hobi recalled the wild night that the three of you had been at Death Valley. It was the first time he ever saw the man giving him orders. The man was tall, broad, had dark hair and wore dark clothes, face covered in a mask. Could it have been...Yoongi?

“Y/n!” The two of you turned to see Jungkook approaching the bar. He had changed his hair, the blue swapped for a short black cut, and you couldn’t help but double take at his new eyebrow piercing. 

You downed another shot, glancing at Hobi who had raised his eyebrows seeing the drug dealer. Jungkook gave you a light hug, waving timidly to Hobi. You smirked, another shot down the hatch. “Easyyyy Y/n” He placed a hand on your back as he slid into the seat next to you.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Hobi sneered. Jungkook rolled his eyes, used to the condescending treatment of gang members. "Didn’t you get stabbed or something?”

“I did!” Jungkook grinned, “In fact, that’s exactly why I’m here. I think I figured out who Mr. Bossman is, and I wanna fucking kill him”

Hobi rolled his eyes, “Oh really”

“Kim Seok-motherfucking-Jin baby. He stabbed me. He’s the one who showed up and threatened me to move out of Y/n’s apartment, so he’s probably also the one who called for the kidnapping. And he might have called for Jimin’s accident. It makes so much fucking sense”

Jin did what? There was not enough alcohol in your veins to act like you didn’t fully understand what he had just said. Jin had Jungkook move out? It wasn’t impossible. And that’s what scared you. You blinked at Jungkook incredulously, “But he’s literally a police officer”

Jungkook’s grin widened, “Exactly! It’s fucking brilliant. He’s a cop, he fights for the other side. He wins no matter what and can never get caught. No one would ever suspect him. Winning despite being threatened? Who threatened him huh? It’s a fucking ploy. You’re not dead and neither is he I bet. Kingpin. Boom”

You felt sick, knowing that Yoongi was not the only person you needed to be worried about. It was almost funny how blatantly misinformed Jungkook was. “Wow you guys are idiots.” You muttered under your breath, taking another shot before coughing roughly. Should I tell them? Why did Jin lie? Is this even the truth? Jin always tried to pin things on Jungkook, but you defended him. Hearing his words now made your head spin. He’s lying. Jungkook is lying. You wanted to scream, frustration flooding through your veins as you clenched your fists.

“I’m gonna tell Jimin and Taehyung what I know. They will give me so much money dude.” Jungkook chuckled, “And then they’d kill him, oh God finally”

Hobi pursed his lips, mouth feeling dry as he reflected on Jin’s eerie words before he shot him in the leg. He didn’t know where Jin was anymore, handing him off to be taken somewhere. It didn’t make sense. His orders were to seize Jin if Jin won the fight. Why place an order like that all? Why do any of this?

“Y/n, come with me.” Jungkook tugged at the sleeve of the oversized Nirvana shirt you had thrown on after your shower session with Hobi. You giggled, the thought of Taehyung coming into your slowed thoughts like a hurricane, tearing up any understanding you thought you had of the situation. There was only one thing you believed. Only one thing you knew with full certainty and it was all you could hold onto.

“Oh my goodness it’s Yoongi. It’s Yoongi. It’s always been Yoongi” The words spilled from your lips like the tequila that dripped down the side of your lips as you took yet another shot, giggling like a ditz. Jungkook and Hobi exchanged confused looks with each other, only making you laugh more. “I would fucking know okay!” Your laughs grew loud, “I was locked up in his fucking apartment and where the hell were all of you huh? Dumb fucking idiots!” You buckled over, laughing into Jungkook’s chest.

“Jungkook” Hobi sighed, “I gotta get back to work. Can you get her sober please?” Jungkook nodded. He held your waist tightly helping you stand, walking with you carefully to the hotel elevator.

The laughter wouldn’t stop. Passerbys shot the two of you dirty looks as Jungkook pulled you into the elevator easily. Through it’s glass walls you could see the midday skyline, where outside people hustled through life as if everything were normal. Must be fucking nice. “Y/n” Your laughs began to choke in your throat, turning instead to the sobs you tried to suppress with whatever will you had left. 

Jungkook placed his soft lips on your shoulder. Hands sliding onto your waist as he peered at you curiously, “Y/n, is everything okay?”

You shook your head, the elevator door closed as tears began forming in your eyes. Your voice croaked, “I’m dead. He’s gonna kill me. T..taehyung is gonna kill me. I...I know he will. He’s everywhere. Everywhere.” You looked around frantically, suddenly feeling hyperaware of the security cameras littered throughout the public space. “I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone...I” You hiccuped. Jungkook pulled you into a tight hug.

“It’s okay ssh” He stroked his thumbs them across your cheeks, cupping your face affectionately. “I’m here aren’t I?” You sniffled, nodding lightly. “I got you okay. No one is gonna hurt you”

You stared into his kind brown eyes. You did not trust him, your entire body was screaming at you not to trust him. His fingers danced down your figure, freely gliding over your heaving chest, desperately trying to breathe with the fear that choked you from within.

You blinked at him, eyes glancing down at his pouty lips before finding his eyes again. “Y/n” Jungkook whispered, barely inches from your lips. “I won’t let anyone hurt you okay. I promise”

Fat tears rolled down your face at his words. Jungkook clicked his tongue, cooing at you as he continued to wipe away your hears. “Oh you poor thing” He held you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, before tilting your face up to his. 

He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as his lips landed on yours, swallowing you into him. The taste of tequila was evident on your lips as he kissed you softly, and you allowed yourself to surrender to his warm touch.

You felt heat pooling in your chest as his fingers trailed up your legs. He traced circles into the inside of your thighs, letting his fingers tease the edge of your shorts. 

“Jungkook” You inhaled sharply, his hot breath tickling your neck as you tilted your head back. He licked his lips before sloppily latching onto your collarbone, sucking down to litter your skin with wet kisses as his fingers slid down your shorts, just barely so that he could roll his hips into you.

He pushed you back against the glass, fingers trailing across your bare thighs before sliding beneath your panties. Jungkook ran a finger over your clothed folds, making you clench down. 

“Y/n” His voice sounded equally as desperate as yours, barely audible over the sound of his heavy breathing. “Fuck I missed you” You gasped as his fingers slid under the fabric. He pushed a finger in, allowing your tight cunt to accustom to it before adding another finger not long after. 

His other hand slid beneath your shirt, pushing your bra up so he could run his thumb over your nipples, his touch featherlight, leaving you breathless. You rolled your eyes back in pleasure, bucking your hips up as he slowly pumped you with his fingers.

“That’s it baby, just like that” He whispered, lips pressing into your neck. You let out a shaky moan as his fingers quickened, pumping in and out of you as you latched onto his shoulders. “Look at me. Look right at me baby”

He brought his lips over yours, just brushing them across your skin so he could gaze deep into your eyes as you fucked yourself onto his fingers. You cried out his name as the friction began to overwhelm you. His fingers easing you right where you needed them, pleasure searing through you as he watched your every move.

"So good for me” He pulled his fingers out, doused in your sticky arousal before he placed them into his own mouth. Your eyes widen as he licked of every last bit of you and smiles. “You taste so fucking good baby”

He kisses you again, harsher this time as his hips roll against you. Your fingers grip his hair as he pulls down his sweats, allowing his cock to spring out. 

“You want my cock?” He ran his tongue over your lips, tugging at them slightly as he stroked his cock. You could feel his hand moving between your legs. “You want my big cock in your little pussy?”

You gulped, nodding as Jungkook looked down, lining his tip against your folds, pushing in only slightly before meeting your eyes again. “So warm and wet for me, fuck” He pushed in further, groaning as you spread your thighs wider, allowing him to thrust as deep as he could. He stilled briefly, kissing you again “You take me so well baby fuck. So fucking tight for me. My pretty baby” He stroked your face, thumb pushing into your mouth slightly.

“Does it feel good?” He mumbled, pulling out just slightly before rolling his hips back into you. He picked up a rhythm, fucking you deep and slow, hands clawing at your breasts.

“Yeah...feels really good” Your eyes fell shut, enjoying the fulfilling pleasure of his movements. He pulled your shirt up, burying his face between your breasts as he continued to fuck up into you. 

“Mmm yeah I bet” He pushed your bra up, allowing his fingers to pinch you nipples. He took one into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the small bud as he began to suckle you, looking up to your face and enjoying your reactions. “You’re so fucking pretty you know that right?” He sucked on your breast harshly before leaving it with a soft kiss and moving onto the other. “So perfect for me”

His thrusts quickened, driving you up the wall as his hands fell to your hips. You burying your face in the crook of his neck as you felt your high approaching. “Jungkook...I’m...”

“Yeah?” Jungkook’s voice was raspy with lust, “You wanna cum baby? Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock, wanna hear you make those pretty little moans when you cum”

You cried out with every thrust as he pushed you over the edge, and you felt your pussy burst with pleasure as you came, the sloppy sounds of your arousal echoing through the small space. Jungkook groaned as the hot liquid covered his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease. 

“There you go. Good girl. Good fucking girl, just like that” He gasped, feeling his cock twitch slightly, buried deep in your cunt, “Want me to cum inside you baby?” You nodded, whining slightly, “Yeah? You want it baby? Huh?” Jungkook’s hips thrust furiously at you, and he cupped your face, bringing his forehead against yours so he could look into your eyes as he came. “Want my cum? Want me to fill you up baby?”

“Yeah. I want it. Jungkook please,” Your whiny voice was enough to have him spurting through you.

“Holy fuck” Jungkook buckled over, holding you tight as cum shot out of him, filling you up and leaking out onto the floor.

He pulled out of you quickly, pulling up his sweats while you fixed your own clothes. Sweat painted his forehead as he looked at you, panting with a big smile on his cute face.

“I missed that” He confessed, pulling you back into him by the waist. He knelt down and pressed his lips on yours, letting his hands slide to your ass and squeeze them softly. 

You heard a familiar ring as the elevator door reached it’s destination. You jumped away from Jungkook, unable to get far as the strong boy’s hold on you remained steady. 

"I see stabbing you once didn’t really drive home the message huh Mr. Jeon Jungkook” 

You felt goosebumps spread as you heard the sinister tone of Jin’s voice. He stood leaning against the elevator as if he had been waiting for you, twirling his knife around aimlessly between his fingers. “Too bad, I unfortunately can’t kill you yet” He turned to you and winked, “Both of you come with me”

-

Sweat trickled down from Namjoon’s neck, his eyes glued to the tattered punching bag in front of him. His muscles were still sore, bruises still spattered across his bare chest. He didn’t care. He was sick of feeling helpless. Under the dim lights of the boxing gym, he pushed himself, another hit, more force, ignoring the pain shooting through his limbs with every strike.

“Don’t overdo it” Namjoon rolled his eyes at the sound of the familiar voice. “Last thing you want is to get injured again” He turned to the sound of loafers echoing across the concrete floor.

“What do you want Yoongi?” Namjoon sneered. The producer smirked slightly, patting the punching bag playfully before pacing around Namjoon.

“I’m gonna kill Taehyung, and I know Jimin is gonna break hell. I need you to protect Y/n for me. Can I trust you, Namjoon?” His voice was stern.

“Man, fuck you Yoongi” Namjoon groaned, “I put my life on the line for you constantly and you still have to fucking ask? Promise me. I want out after this. Promise me a record deal”

Yoongi shrugged, “Okay fine. I’ll sign you. Don’t let her out of your sight.” Yoongi inhaled sharply, “And I swear to God Namjoon if you even think about touching her, you’re dead to me. And I will know if you do.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, lips parted, desperately trying to catch his breath. “Yeah okay. Just get me my fucking record deal”

Yoongi pursed his lips, pulling out his phone and handing it to Namjoon. “Paperwork is ready. You have one job. Don’t fuck up again” Namjoon clenched his fist as Yoongi chuckled in amusement. “I have some business I need to deal with personally. Keep her safe Namjoon, please”

-

You gagged, a puke-ish feeling clogging your throat as you coughed out. Your head was throbbing with pain as you squinted against the gleaming lights from the chandelier above your head. Glancing around, you realized you were back at Jungkook’s place, large dark wooden floors adding to the ambiance that just screamed rich in your face. The plushness of his large bed evident beneath you. 

You get up slightly, peering across the room where you see Jin handing a large duffel bag to Jungkook, whispering something into his ear. Jungkook nods eagerly, shaking Jin’s hand before exiting. He turns back to you, smiling as he realizes you are awake.

“Hey party girl. Recovered from our little day drinking session have we?” Jin chuckled. You scowl, searching around you as your throat desperately demanded water. Jin handed you a glass. “I just got Jungkook caught up, but you and I need to have a little talk” 

You exhaled before emptying the entire glass down your throat. “I know everything” You scoffed in spite, “I know everything you did, you fucking maniac”

Jin smiled wide at the term, “I know. Jungkook told me you think I was behind all of the stuff that’s been going on, stabbing him and kidnapping you. I mean,” Jin laughed, a tinge of condescendence in his voice, “You don’t actually believe that do you? Like, seriously how dumb are these guys. At least you’re smart”

You frowned at his tone, unsure of how to respond. Jin raised his eyebrows at your silence before continuing, “Oh come on Y/n. Use that little brain of yours hm? What the hell would I be gaining from all this? It was Taehyung.”

He extended you a hand, helping you out of the bed and pulling you up to stand before him, “What did he tell you huh? That he’s Yoongi’s friend or some shit? Taehyung doesn’t give a fuck about Yoongi. And I know you know about him screwing over Jimin. He’s trying to take over both gangs, not just Jimin’s, and he’s been lying to you this whole time.”

The bargaining chip. “What do you mean?” You followed the flat echoes of his footsteps down the hallway into the same office that you had Jimin tied up only a few days ago. You suppressed a smile as you noticed the curtains were still torn.

“He’s distracting Jimin and Yoongi with you. He wants them to get up against each other so that he can sway the gang loyalties towards him by showing that their leaders priorities are off. Look here” Jin motioned towards a laptop on the large desk, playing security footage of what appeared to be Death Valley’s parking lot, where people were loading bags of cash into what could have been Taehyung’s car. “He’s robbing them. And you know what else Y/n? When he’s done with all of this, he’s gonna kill them both.” 

No. No way. Betrayal stung you as you process Jin’s words, “You’re just a pawn in his game. You were bait. He just needed to you get Jimin and Yoongi to fight amongst each other. And you let him, didn’t you?” Jin chuckled, patting your cheek. “I know he kept telling you that you could trust him. That he wouldn’t hurt you. It was bullshit Y/n. This man only cares about one thing. Himself”

You thought back to the first night you laid your eyes on him, back when his hair was a faded green, his sweaty tan skin contrasting his dark leather jacket. The look of familiarity in his eyes and the gleam from his diamond studded watch. You were a fool. He strung you along.

“Where is he?” You growled, “I wanna hear it from him. I wanna ask him myself”

“Absolutely. In fact, if you’re up for it, I was wondering if you would be down to do another little mission for me” Jin winked at you. You scowled, folding your arms over your chest, “If we don’t kill him first, he’s planning on killing Yoongi tonight before the party. I know because I got him to let me in on his little coup” Your heart dropped, “You don’t want that do you?”

"No” You blurted. 

“So let’s kill him first. Come on, let’s go get you dolled up for this party”

As you left the office, you couldn’t help but notice a familiar figure standing at the other end of the hallway.

Namjoon? Your eyes locked with his. He pressed a finger to his lips before pointing at Jin and shaking his head. What is he trying to say. Namjoon seemed to have a warning look in his eyes. You simply shrugged at him, before running down the hall to catch up with Jin.

Namjoon exhaled, watching from a window as Jin and you drove off, likely heading to the hotel. Looking at his palm he saw the way his nails left imprints in his skin from how hard he was clenching his fists. Namjoon wasn’t necessarily a fan of Taehyung, but he knew a thing or two about him from Yoongi. Taehyung would never kill people. He was averse to it for some reason, Namjoon always thought it was ironic for him to be a gangster given that quality. Taehyung could torture anyone, threaten anyone, but he didn’t have it in him to take a life. 

Which meant that Jin was lying to you. Namjoon never liked Jin. Even aside from all the hits he had taken from the strong man, he always felt something was off about the guy. He feels uneasy about what he had just seen transpire, and decided to go find Yoongi. 

-

“Do you want some coke?” You were in the middle of washing your face when Jin walked in with a bag of powder. “I could use a hit, I don’t know about you”

“Oh hell yes. Thank you” He poured out a line on the bathroom counter using a quarter, watching with a small chuckle as you inhaled the drug, nose pressed against the cool marble. You sighed, wiping your nose and flashing a big grin in the mirror “Damn. I needed that. I didn’t know that you use”

Jin bit back a smirk, “I do.” He poured another line on the same place, this time taking a hit himself. “A lot”

“Oh. Officer Jin is a druggie like the rest of us huh” You teased. Jin poured himself a gin martini, taking a sip, eyes alight with amusement. “Does that turn you on ever? Do you ever have a hottie cuffed up and they’re like please Officer does that..you know..turn you on?”

Jin’s eyes widened at you “Not any hottie, no. Now if I had you cuffed up saying that” He chuckled, pulling you to him by the waist “That’s a whole other story” You pushed him away playfully.

“What?” Jin said mockingly, “Don’t remember that night where I gave you the best orgasm of your life?” His traced his lips up your jaw, and you could feel his smile against you.

“Wow. Cocky are we?” You raised your eyebrows. “I’ve had some pretty good sex in my life. Hard to say if that was the best”

Suddenly, Jin pulled his knife from his back pocket, glancing in the mirror as he traced the blade across your neck just enough for you to feel the sharp cold metal glide on your skin, pinching without actually making you bleed. “Don’t even lie. You loved fucking me. Don’t you remember? How fucking wet you were?” His breath was hot against your lips, but it was the look in his eyes that had you weak in the knees. 

Taking his knife, he slit clean down your shirt, tearing it off of you to reveal your bare chest. “On the floor slut” His whispered, flirty demeanor now shifted into something dark. Something feral.

You gulped, taking care to slide your bottoms off, not wanting him to slice them up before lowering yourself down onto the tiled bathroom floor. 

Jin set the knife aside, pulling out his lighter and setting in on the counter before shedding his own clothes, even he kicking off his shoes. He lifted his foot, and you watched with a curious gaze as he placed his foot on your chest. He kept the weight off of you, much to your relief, and you couldn’t help but feel absolutely filthy as he rolled your breasts under the sole of his foot. You had never done anything like this. It seemed so dirty, but felt so good. 

“Oh my god Jin” You gasped as he switched onto his other leg, taking his foot and shoving it into your mouth, watching in amusement as you gagged over his toes.

“Look at you. On the fucking floor. Naked little whore. Letting me do whatever I fucking want.” He removed his foot from your mouth, letting you catch your breath before you looked up at him with quivering eyes.

He felt blood rush to his cock at your expression. Licking his lips, knelt down, climbing over you to gently trail his fingers where his foot had been moments ago.

“And you love it” He sneered, letting his nails dig into your breast, “You love the pain don’t you you fucking slut?” When you didn’t answer he grabbed your jaw, pushing his fingers into the edge of your mouth. “I asked you a fucking question”

“Y...yes” You exhaled. You felt his fingers tease your clit, teeth tugging on your lobe as he laughed darkly.

Jin reached for the martini glass “Turn over” He growled. You found yourself with your breasts pressed flat against the floor, Jin’s cock pressing into your ass. You gasped as he poured the drink onto your back. “This is gonna burn. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl. I know you are, you let Yoongi do it so I can too”

“Wait what” Jin pressed your face down with one hand while the other grabbed his lighter, “Jin. Hold on.” Your voice rose in fear, which only turned Jin on more. He watched as you writhed under him, trying desperately to get away. “Jin seriously. That’s not funny”

“Shhh. You can take it” He cooed, flicking the flame on he slowly lowered it to your skin, bringing it nearer and nearer to the doused skin. You yelped as you began to feel the concentrated heat. Your entire body was petrified. “Enjoy it baby. You like it. You love it. You let Yoongi do it so why can’t I?”

“Jin. It’s not you, I'm just not ready for something like this please” Jin cocked his head aside in irritation, stopping the lighter before it actually touched you and tossing it aside. “I didn’t let Yoongi brand me he just did.”

Jin stilled momentarily. “And you still love him? Even though he did that?”

You didn’t answer. That alone was enough for Jin to rage. He slammed your face back down, the blow giving you a dizzying sensation that hat you getting wetter by the second. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He growled, “How can you love someone like that?” He pulled your face up, bending you back until you were flush against his chest. “I don’t want any of them touching you again. You understand me?” He let go, giving you whiplash as you fell back to the floor. “Ass up. Now” He spanked your ass hard, causing you to yelp. The stinging pain vibrated to your core. You couldn’t help but love every second of it. 

Jin knew that you were scared of him, he could feel it. He could also see the way your thighs would clench whenever he did anything to you. You were his favorite drug. He was going to ruin you.

He grabbed his belt from the pile of clothes on the side, “Hands under” He demanded, rolling his lip through his teeth as you obeyed him right away. He took the belt tying your wrists to your knees under you.

He took a moment to admire his work, your shivering body all his for the taking. You had no where to run. He had you now. “Who gives it to you the best him?” Pulling you towards him by your thighs, he didn’t care that your knees would burn against the smooth tile as he lined his cock up with your folds. He spat down, a glob of saliva landing on your ass before he used his cock head to rub it all over you. He could hear your shaky breath, your whiny moans that made him want to fuck you even more. 

He slapped his palm  onto the curve of your ass, bending over your to growl into your ear “Filthy whore. You disgust me. You let them all just do whatever they want to you, don’t you have any fucking self respect?” He could see his words were hitting close to home. You pursed your trembling lips as Jin smacked you again in the same place. 

“When will you fucking learn huh? This pussy” He reached his hand to harshly cup your cunt, shoving two fingers inside you without warning. “This pussy belongs to me. You’re mine. My cockslut whore” Taking his fingers out, he shoved them into your mouth “You taste that? That how desperate your needy little cunt is for me”

Your legs were strung together, making it all the more painful when he finally began to push his cock inside you, using his fingers to scissor you open so that he could get deep inside you. His length pushed against your tight walls, your cries and curses only motivating Jin to push further. 

“Who owns this cunt huh?” Jin pulled your hips back, burning your knees each time as he pulled you on and off his cock. Your ass slammed into him with each blow. 

“You do. Holy fuck, you do” You gasped, practically screaming as your whole body ached with pain and pleasure. 

“That’s right baby” He pinched your clit, making you yelp as he flicked at it, pounding into your relentlessly. 

“J..Jin” You mumbled, lips still half pressed on the floor, “Jin please. Feels good” Jin scoffed, “Gonna cum...gonna cum” You inhaled loudly as you felt your high approaching. Your eyes clenched shut as he edged you closer and closer, fingers furiously attacking your clit until he stopped.

You let out a loud sob as Jin yanked you up by your neck “You really thought I would let you cum whore?” His grip tightened, cock twitching at the way your voice sounded choking, the water streaming from your eyes and the drool at the edge of your lips. He kissed you, licking it all up in the process.  

“Look in the mirror. Look at how pathetic you are. I want you to remember the only person who’s ever gonna let you feel this good” You looked at your reflection, seeing only your faces and the way Jin’s nails dug into your neck. He pushed you forward so that your chin was on the countertop. You coughed out, watching as he resumed his thrusts, punishing your clit with the jarring movements of his fingers. 

You screamed, pleasure crashing over you in a wave of tantalizing heat. You gushed onto his cock, tears falling from your eyes due to how overwhelming the sensation was. Jin continued to whisper filth right into your ears but you could no longer hear anything. Your vision became hazy, not minding the blow when Jin shoved you back onto the floor and pounded you to his own release.

On the other side of the wall, Namjoon leaned his head back and sighed, glancing down to see his cock in his hands, now completely covered in cum.

-

Taehyung chewed on his gum nonchalantly as he paced around the luxurious hotel, checking out all the fun features. The pool deck was nice, the lobby exquisite, and his favorite part, the cafe, smelt delicious. 

Yoongi had asked to meet him in his suite. On his way there he ran into you, and you knocked his breath away. He always thought you were beautiful, but tonight you looked elegant. It was such a surprising contrast to your usual getup, but you looked amazing. He was about to tell you just that when he finally registered the hurt look in your eyes.

“You liar” You slapped him with everything you had. Taehyung backed away in surprise. “How could you use me like that? Over and over again. I trusted you. You were really the only one I thought had my back. Without a fucking doubt” You lunged towards him for another hit but Taehyung held your wrist firmly.

“What are you talking about? When did I use you?” Taehyung looked around frantically, “Calm down okay, let’s go somewhere and talk this through.” Your eyes flared in anger. 

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! You’re gonna kill them!” You screamed. Taehyung squinted, noticing the slight redness in your eyes. He sighed in understanding, pulling you by the wrist into a corridor. 

“Y/n. Breathe. Tell me what’s going on” Taehyung attempted to calm you down but you were enraged. “And what the fuck are you on?”

Admittedly, you and Jin had ended up doing many more lines of coke, perhaps even molly, you were no longer sure, but you washed it down with the bottle of gin, finding it unprecedentedly hilarious that Jin liked to drink gin martinis. 

“You used me! To fuck with Jimin! And Yoongi! You lied to me! Everything you said was a fucking lie, everything you did, every stupid word that came out of your stupid mouth was a lie! You just want power. You’re selfish, and...and...you’re gonna KILL them” A dramatic gasp left your lips, Taehyung almost laughed, “You’re gonna kill Yoongi. I...I can’t let you do that”

You pulled out your gun, cocking it and pressing it against Taehyung’s chest. He instantly put his hands up. “Y/n. Y/n stop. That’s not true okay you’re not thinking straight. Don’t do something you’ll regret”

Your hands trembled around the gun “You’ll kill them. You’ll kill them both...I can’t let you do that”

“Hold on!”

Too late. You pulled the trigger.

-

Hobi wandered through the parking lot looking for his car. His eyes narrowed on a familiar vehicle, thinking back to when he had loaded the drug money from the last fight. 

So. Is that guy Yoongi then? The one I kept seeing? Hobi wandered over to the car. Peering inside the passenger window, his eyes locked on a small item on the floor of the car. He squinted to read it, it appeared to be some sort of credit card.

He stepped back, realizing what the name on the card was. He glanced around before taking the end of his gun and ramming it into the door handle. The door creaked open, allowing Hobi to swipe the card up. He slid it into his pocket, before hurriedly returning to the hotel. 

-

Namjoon’s eyes widened as he watched you pull a gun out on Taehyung. He had been thoroughly entertained as you yelled and slapped him, knowing full well that you were high out of your mind. 

Namjoon couldn’t understand Jin’s plan at all. He had eavesdropped on everything so far, as per Yoongi’s orders. Why would Jin ask you to kill Taehyung, why wouldn’t he just do it himself? He knew you would hate yourself if you actually killed him. 

He had also been thoroughly disappointed at how easily Jungkook had bought into Jin’s agenda as well. The things people do for money. Namjoon sighed, realizing that he was pretty much acting on similar motivations. 

You were ready to pull the trigger, and Namjoon was almost certain you wouldn’t do it, until he saw your finger begin to curl. He ran towards the corridor as fast as he could.

“Hold on!” He yelled, but it was too late. Taehyung’s eyes flew shut.

Namjoon blinked, not hearing the familiar gunshot sound. You looked equally confused, glancing down the barrel of your gun. Taehyung let out a shaky sigh of relief, sliding down the wall.

“It...was a blank” You mumbled. Namjoon rushed to your side, pulling you away from Taehyung. “What the...what was I just about to do?” His heart clenched as your lips parted in shock.

“Taehyung are you okay?” Namjoon asked. Taehyung nodded, clearly shaken up but managing to get a hold of himself. 

“What the fuck is going on?” He growled, “Who gave her a gun? And who gave her drugs while she had a gun? Fucking hell”

Namjoon stroked your back as you let the gun drop to the floor, the weight of your actions finally hitting you. 

“I’m so sorry. Taehyung I...” You looked into his eyes. Those eyes that always left you questioning what was really going on in that pretty head of his. 

“Yeah. Jin fucking fed her some interesting stories about how you’re using her. At least I hope they’re just stories” Namjoon peered at him. “I’m Namjoon by the way, we haven’t officially met”

Taehyung shook his hand “Hi Namjoon. I heard you make pretty decent music” He chuckled ironically, “Y/n, I need you to tell me everything Jin said. There’s been some sort of misunderstanding, I promise you I wasn’t taking advantage of you.”

Namjoon made a face, exchanging a glance with you as you nodded slowly. Namjoon was not entirely sure he should believe Taehyung. He supposed it wouldn’t matter, when he knew that Yoongi was planning to kill Taehyung anyways. The more information he had, the better he could at least keep you out of trouble. 

P R E S E N T  D A Y--

Security escorted you and Jimin out immediately as the media broke into a frenzy trying to figure out what had happened. You had hoped your acting skills had convinced him. 

After Taehyung sobered you up slightly, the three of you had sat and schemed. Using everything the three of you knew, you were able to figure out that it really was Jin behind Jimin’s accident, your and Namjoon’s kidnapping, as well as Jungkook’s attempted murder. He was able to do all of this using Hobi’s help, but Hobi seemed not to know that he was receiving orders from Jin.

The question remained how and why. 

“I know you’re not going to believe me. So I have proof” Taehyung pulled his phone out, pulling up a recording of Jin tied up somewhere.

All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. And I get to kill them. My way

You felt queasy seeing his earnest expression through the film. Namjoon’s jaw clenched, recognizing crazy when he saw it, wishing he could have knocked the guy’s brains out beforehand.

“Listen to me. This guy is dangerous. I don’t really understand why he’s doing all of this. He said he wanted to help me, but clearly there’s some other motive here. Otherwise he wouldn’t go behind my back.” Taehyung muttered.

“The only way to know what he wants is to see what he does next” Namjoon pitched in. 

You glanced between the two men, feeling weirdly relieved that you finally had some solid answers. Having Namjoon by your side after so long was the best thing you could ask for at the moment, and you clung to him, hands wrapped around his arm tightly. He thought it was cute.

“Let me fake my death. Let’s see what he does.”

The drivers took you and Jimin to the precinct. You looked around for Namjoon but he was nowhere to be seen. Your eyes met Jin’s briefly as he signed some paperwork. He winked at you.

“Can I have the body taken to get an autopsy report please?” You weren’t phased by this. Taehyung had said he had enough contacts to make it truly believable that he had died. Jimin’s face was void of emotion as he watched the stretcher go past with the body on it.

You left the hold on his hand, your blood running cold as the body nears you. It was loosely covered with a white sheet, but the arm hung out limply from the sight.

That watch. That’s his watch.

Jimin pressed his lips to the top of your head, sliding his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him “You okay babe?” 

“I...no yeah, I’m just shocked” You stammered. You looked up at him, allowing him to place a loving kiss on your lips.

Jimin felt for you, he really did. He himself was generally an emotional person, it was not something he ever tried to hide. But he always felt like his emotional energy was valuable. He didn’t feel the need to cry. Not for Taehyung.

Jimin stroked your back softly, “It’s scary, I know. I know baby, but don’t worry” He licked his lips, eyes briefly meeting Hobi’s from across the room. Hobi gave him a knowing look.

“Don’t worry. It’ll all be over soon”

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smut pairs are up for next week! poor oc, she really needs to eat some food. yikes.

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london is lonely pt. 6

So I’m not super thrilled with this one, but as always this project is here for me to get out of my writer’s block, so here I am posting without consequence.  As always there are probably grammar and typo issues because it is not beta’d. And for your viewing pleasure, you can read all the other chapters on ao3 now.

Lily couldn’t believe her luck, when James’ mobile had gone tumbling to the ground.  She’d had fun, more fun that she’d like to admit, chatting with him.  It was so stupid.  She was twenty-four years old.  She should not be feeling the same feelings that she had when she was thirteen.  Especially when the boy in question was James Potter, who an hour or so ago had promptly rejected her via text message.  True, he hadn’t known it was her, but…no, she couldn’t think that way.  He’d specifically said he wasn’t looking for anyone right now.  But then why was he flirting with her?  Was he flirting with her? No, he couldn’t have been…he’d hated her in secondary.  He was just being friendly, that's all.  Regardless, Lily was very glad that she was able to weasel out of the phone number exchange of it all. She was getting embarrassed just thinking about James’ reaction when he realized Lily was car park girl.

“Where were you then?” Marlene’s voice pulled Lily out of her thoughts.

“Didn’t you see her leave with that boy?” Mary teased, “The tall bloke who looks like he plays a lot of polo.”

“Way to get back on the horse,” Marlene winked at her as she mimed what Lily thought was supposed to be some kind of sexual intercorse.

“Don’t be gross.”

“Where’s he now, then?” Mary looked around as though he was about to pop up any moment.

“Still outside I’d expect, but look that’s not important–”

“Not important, Lily, that man was sex on a stick!”

Lily rolled her eyes.

“At least tell me you snogged,” Marlene said as she sipped her drink.

“Of course they snogged, why else wouldn’t she respond to our texts.”

“We did not snog.”

“Boo, why not?” 

“Aside from the fact that we’d only just met…”

“Please, when has that ever stopped us,” smirked Mary.

“Yeah, Lily, lest we forget Glasto of 2019 and barricade boy.”

“Never got his real name, did we?”

“Just his vodka,” cackled Marlene.

“Bless him.”

“So, just to be clear, neither of you care who I just saw then?” Lily interrupted.

“We never said that!”

“Who’d you see?”

“Was it dishy tube boy?”

“Haven’t seen him in a while, have we,” Mary waggled her eyebrows.

“You two are impossible to have a conversation with when you’re drunk, d’you know that?”

Marlene and Mary held their hands to their chest in mock outrage.

“Well, I never, Marlene.”

“Lily used to be such a sweet girl, didn’t she Mary?”

“The sweetest, then she moved to London and look what happened to her.”

“Got to send her back to York.”

“Clearly the only solution!”

Lily just shook her head.  Once Mary and Marlene got going, there really was no stopping them.

“You’re ridiculous, the pair of you.”

“Yeah, but you secretly love us.”

“Yes, only secretly,” Lily laughed, “Anyway, what I was trying to say was…when I went to the back with Caradoc…”

“Wait, who’s Caradoc? 

“The polo boy?”

“I don’t think he actually plays polo, Mary, but yes.”

“Right, right.”

“Anyway, he was with four of his mates,” Lily continued, before Mary cut her off again.

“Wait, he has friends.  Why didn’t you text us to join?”

“Because,” Lily huffed, “One of the friends was James Potter.”

Mary and Marlene blinked, but showed no recognition.

“Sainsbury James.”

“Oooh!”

“Shit, really?”

“What are the odds?”

“Did he know it was you?” Marlene asked.

“I mean he recognized me from secondary if that’s what you mean,” Lily replied, “Does he know I’m car park girl? No, thankfully I got out of that one.”

Mary raised her eyebrows, “How do you mean?”

“Well as I was leaving to find you lot, he asked for my number.  Naturally, I panicked, because, you know, my cover was about to be blown, but luckily his friend - the one you thought was good looking, Mary - accidentally smashed his phone.”

“I love a man with good timing,” Mary mused, “So he gave you his then?”

“Er, no.  Ran away before he could.”

“For fucksake, Lily!”

“What?”

“Why would you do that?”

“Aside from the fact that if I were to text him he’d immediately know I’m car park girl?”

“Uhm, there are easily work-arounds to that,” Marlene said, “We could have gotten you a burner phone or something.”

Lily rolled her eyes, “Yes, because that’s all very sane and normal.  But, regardless, he literally told me he’s not interested in anything right now.”

“You, Lily Evans, or, you, car park girl?”

“Is there a difference?”

“Uh, yeah.  I mean, he probably only told car park girl that because he didn’t want to go on a date with a stranger.”

“Yeah, but…why would that mean he’d be interested in me?”

“He asked for your number!”

“But like, in a friendly, catch-up sort of way.”

Mary raised her eyebrows, “Lily, no bloke wants to just ‘catch-up’ with a girl he knew from secondary.”

Lily thought Mary had a point there.  They had, after all, been rivals.  Why on earth would he want a friendly catch-up?  It was far more likely that now that they’d gotten older and Lily had gotten quite a bit prettier (Lily wasn’t a vain person, but she knew there was a reason no one would date her until university and it had nothing to do with her personality) that James was interested in a more adult form of catching up.

“Fine,” Lily said, “Suppose he did want to fuck or snog or whatever…that still doesn’t mean he’d want to date me.  How is that any different than the relationship I have with Trevor?”

“History?”

“The fact that James is ten times more fit than Trevor?”

“Even if he doesn’t want to date you know, if anyone could convince him, it’d be you.”

“Mary, I love you, but that’s basically everything Justin Long in He’s Just Not That Into You told us not to do.”

“Details,” Mary waved her hand.

Lily rolled her eyes, “It doesn’t matter anyway.  We didn’t exchange numbers and we’ll probably never see him again.  I’m happy with Trevor…”

Marlene and Mary exchanged a look.

“I am!  The James thing was funny and it’ll be a good story for parties a few years down, but…let’s just forget about it alright?”

And because Marlene and Mary were good friends they did.  Discussions turned to where they should go out out and whether or not their friend Beth could get them into that one club they liked in Brixton.  The James thing wasn’t mentioned once and Lily, in a stroke of brilliance, decided to take a tequila shot every time she started to even think about it.  Which of course meant that she’d lost count of the number of tequila shots she took over the course of the night.

The next morning Lily woke up mercifully in her own bed, with all her clothes from the night before, but her face completely scrubbed of make-up (a common behavior of Lily’s that Marlene once described as sociopathic).  A full glass of water and a bottle of paracetamol waited for her on her bedside table where her phone mercifully plugged in.  There were a couple of missed texts from Trevor of the ‘wyd’ variety and a missed call from Hestia, presumably from when they were at the club.  Lily half-heartedly checked her email, knowing she’d have to pop into the office at some point today if she didn’t want to stay at the office until midnight on Monday, before navigating over to Instagram.  She liked a few photos from the top of her feed, including one awful photo of Petunia and her new boyfriend Vernon at the top of some overpriced rooftop bar and then clicked over to her DMs.  Most of them were in reference to the various videos she’d taken last night: a video of her, Mary, and Emmeline dancing on a table; a boomerang of her and Dorcas taking tequila shots; and a photo of a neon sign presumably in the bathroom of the club.  And then, there was a lone DM request.

Instagram

Ily.3vans direct message

jpotter44: nice running into you last night! realized I didn’t actually get your number, so I thought i’d message you here – let me know if you’re still up for that coffee!

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Breaking Point || Kth

Summary: Taehyung reveals just how he deals with his stress to his best friend y/n and late one night y/n reaches her breaking point and decides to put Taehyungs tactic to the test, but there is a slight problem she has no one to help her out, or does she?

Warnings: daddy kink, overstimulation, thigh riding, virgin reader, multiple orgasms, fingerings, unprotected sex (yalls stay safe out there though this is just a fanfic), dom tae, sub reader, pwp. Enjoy!!

An elbow nudging into the side of your ribcage pulled you back into the conscious realm. A slight gasp leaves your mouth as you jerked your head back up. Now who the hell thought it was the perfect moment to need your attention.

You gathered your surroundings haphazardly, a subtle frown settling upon your face as you realized just who it was, Kim Taehyung. “Morning princess, I almost thought you’d never wake up,” his velvety voice mocked.

Turning towards Taehyung, the frown on your face only deepened, a small sound of annoyance escaping you. With your eyes now in his direction you unintendedly began to check him out. The cluster of blonde hair that was normally nestled peacefully was a disheveled mess exposing his forehead. His plump cheeks were pushed up due to the goofy grin he had plastered on his face nearly concealing his chocolate brown eyes that were now mere crescent moons. I had to admit he had a very attractive smile, reminiscent of a box.

His body was clad in a pair of black slacks that clung beautifully against his muscular thighs leaving very little to the imagination. His caramel chest peeked at me from the confines of the loose summer shirt he wore. I was brought back to reality when the view of his chest was suddenly obscured by the change in his position as he was now bent over packing his things. Releasing I heavy sigh I began to mirror his actions before throwing my bag over my shoulder and making a beeline straight to the double doors. In true Taehyung fashion he was right on my tail, trailing me like the faithful guard dog he pretends to be.

You and Taehyung  have been best friends now for over 15 years, you both met in the early years of preschool and by the grace of the angels above you have not been separated ever since. Through thick and thin, trials and tribulations, Taehyung has been there every step of the way. Everything you have experienced so has he, that’s how close you two are and, in all honesty, you wouldn’t have it any other way with any other person. 

This closeness however was more often than not met with questioning glances and needless two cent comments, most of them romance related. But Taehyung was always so quick to shut them down with a little more fervor and enthusiasm than you would deem necessary.  It was clear to you that Taehyung simply had no interest in you romantically, and you understood. Who cared if you had a tini, tiny crush on him. Not you that’s for sure.

But I mean it was inevitable, the man who was now glued to you side in a steady march that matched your own was a literal god send. He was loyal, attractive and physically in shape. What more was there to ask for.

“What’s up with you lately, every time I see you you’re either lethargic or in one hell of a mood.” My best friend voiced before abruptly coming to a halt in front of his black pick up.

“Nothing I’ve just been up studying for finals and the stress Is finally getting to me I guess,” you say through clenched teeth. You really do feel like you're reaching your breaking point and seeing how well put together Taehyung just riles you up even further. Its really not fair, we are in the same course, the same exams, the same workloads and yet there he is basking in his ethereal beauty, fair skin with no signs of exertion. While you on the other hand are left to wallow in the deep dark bags that have taken residence beneath your forever dropping eyes. Don’t even get me started on the acne that picks the absolutely best moments to choose your face as their next canvas, please note the sarcasm.

Allowing your curiosity to surface you voice the question that has been eating at you for quite some time now, “How do you do it?” Taehyung shots a quick glance your way before reverting his attention back to the bustling road before us but the slight dip of his eyebrows was enough for you to know he wants you to elaborate.

With a deep breath you laid everything that had been forming a cluster in your mind out on the table for Taehyung to digest. When you was through with your mini rant session an eerie silence danced between you two for a good minute before Taehyung finally released a hearty chuckle. With his head thrown back and eyes closed from the intensity of his smile he was unable to see the way your face twisted in confusion.

“You think I’m ethereal?” Of course, that was the only thing his pea sized brain was able to pick. Suppressing all the swear words you had an indescribable urge to throw his way you simply rolled your eyes while sinking further into the leather car seat.

“I release my stress through other things.” He finally said after calming himself.

“Other things,” you said with a raise of my eyebrow. 

“Yeah, other things, or more specifically sex.” your eyes grow tenfold as you choke on your saliva. Sex?! Should this really have been a surprise to you, I mean he’s young healthy and oh just look at him.

However it still does nothing to subside the slight blush you feel creeping up your neck as you avert your eyes to your lap. While he was indeed your best friend and things not discussed between the two of you were few and far between, one thing he never seemed to ask you about was your sex life. Not that there was much to ask about in the first place. You were a virgin, not entirely from lack of trying but still a virgin none the less.

“Oh,” that was the only logical response your mind could muster given the circumstances.

“Oh,” Taehyung retorted as he maneuvered the car to rest in his driveway. Choosing to remain silent you purse your lips into a thin line, you refuse to falter, even when he turns his body to allow his eyes to have unlimited access to scrutinize you with their chocolate depths. The car suddenly feels so hot or maybe that’s just your face which is now beet red.

“What’s with your reaction y/n,” Taehyung presses fully failing to read the room, or car in this situation.

You have never had any problems confiding in Taehyung but for some reason you feel embarrassed to mention that you're still in fact a 23 year old virgin, especially after he just shared details of his very thriving sex life.

The silence drags on for a good three minutes and knowing your best friend you know there is no way he will ever give in and so you cave. “I’m a virgin, okay. There, are you happy now,” you hastily say with an exasperated sigh. Choosing to save yourself from the snarky remarks you know are about to flow like a river from your best friend you hurriedly make your way out of the confines of his car. You mentally curse the universe as you see we are in fact parked outside his apartment complex and any thoughts you had of fleeing the scene are disintegrated in mere seconds. As if adding fuel to the flame the sound of the car door sounds as Taehyung makes his way out of his car and round to my side.

“Please save it, I’m really not in the mood for your bullshit right now,” you cut him off before he can even part his lips. “Hey what’s wrong with you. Did you seriously think I would judge you just because you chose to keep it locked up.” you simply avert your gaze as his words settled in your head.

“Hey look at me, your virginity is nothing to be ashamed of okay, I’m sorry if I made you feel that way, but you know me better than that. You know I would never shame you for anything so insignificant.” The tone of his voice was calm and collected and shame suddenly washed over you from the way you had jumped the gun. You never realised how your reaction could have been perceived, Taehyung was always so understanding and here you were assuming only the worst of him.

Deciding not to push the conversation any further you simply lowered your head in embarrassment before heaving a sigh. You've been doing that a lot lately. Being the attentive best friend that he is Taehyung was quick to pick up on my signals and thankfully refrained from pushing the topic any further. A silence soon settled between us before Taehyung laced his fingers around your own before leading you back to his car.

“I’m gonna take you home and you just get some rest okay,” The soft nature of his voice just made you feel worse while simultaneously lifting your mood.

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Yet again a frown had found its way onto your face as you stared at the clock that ticked away on your bedside table. It was just past 2am and yet the lights in your room were still on casting shadows over the immense paperwork clustered all over your bedsheets. Yet another sleepless night with your only companion being a cup of coffee made with  three sugars and a gallon of stress.

Grabbing the cup of steaming goodness you throw your head back as you allow the bitter taste to maneuverer its way into your body with hopes of getting your systems back on high alert. You put down the coffee with a soft clang so it’s now adjacent to the ticking demon that serves as a constant reminder of how shit you have it right now.

Fighting the urge to scream you plunge face first into your numerous worksheets. This was it, you had finally reached your breaking point, the tears that stung the corners of your eyes served as confirmation.

Just as you were about to succumb to the severity of it all and just allow yourself to scream and cry to your hearts content a certain blonde haired box smiled adorning goof crossed your mind. Or more specifically a certain conversation shared between the two of you.

Sex.

You felt tingly sensations dance through your veins as the solution to all your problems was now just in front of you. However this feeling of euphoria was only short lived as not long after you realised there wasn’t a single person you could ask for help. Well there was that one guy you met during spring break, but your relationship came to a rocky end as he bumped heads with Taehyung over your relationship with him. He had accused you of slutting around with Taehyung and the man in question did not take lightly to his words. Lets just say his name is most definitely off the table, and so is my relief plan seeing as he is your only ex. Pathetic I know, no need to remind me.

You run your fingers across your laptop giving it a contemplative tap, while trying your hardest to push the most obvious solution to your problem to the back of your head. There was no way you could call him. Seriously, there was no plausible or conceivable scenario in which you went to your best friend, pleading for him to lend you his body to get off. You brought your hands to your face, a shriek of embarrassment escaping you at the mere idea.

This was the guy who had seen you at your worst, stumbling into your apartment with puke all over yourself when you were going through your hard liquor phase freshman year of college. There's no way he'd be interested in having sex with the girl he spent many nights holding her hair back as she hurled into her toilet.

No.

You couldn’t ask Taehyung to partake in such an activity with you. Absolutely not.

No way.

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The creaking of your apartment door sent you five feet into the air as the reality of the situation sinfully settled in your brain and the nerves were finally kicking in.

“Taehyung,” you whirled around to face him as his gaze zeroed in as you  shifted your body from one foot to the other, a tendency you displayed whenever nervous. You couldn't fight down the heat that was creeping up your neck as he stepped into your apartment, eyeing you cautiously as he slipped off his shoes.

“Hey is anything wrong, you sounded really anxious on the phone.”

“What, me, I’m perfectly fine!” You responded forcibly, the enthusiasm in your voice misplaced, given the nature of the conversation.

Taehyung simply nodded back at you, not noticing the awkward timber of your words or otherwise not minding. "Well if nothings wrong why'd you call me over to your place at 2am?" He inquired, like the wonderfully kind best friend he was. You pressed your lips together.

"About that, do you remember how you said you use sex as an outlet for your stress in order to maintain a level head, well would you mind having sex with me as I’m a pathetic excuse of a human who has no one else to turn to for my sexual needs." Oh god, there was no way you could ask that. Taehyung was your best friend, and that would be too unbearably awkward. What the hell were you thinking?

“Well i wanted to watch the conjuring 3 again and I remembered that you hadn’t watched it yet so what better time than now?” You swallowed uneasily, a gesture that unfortunately didn’t go unnoticed by your best friend. Your eyes nearly fell out of your head as the man of the hour suddenly took a step towards you, his eyes unmoving on your face.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" His tone was suddenly low and severe, eyes running all over your burning face as he searched for any physical ailment. There was something off about you, he realized. He wasn't sure what it was, but he could make out how your form was trembling, your eyes wide in panic.

“Do you want to have sex with me.” You reflexively shut your eyes as you allowed the weight if your words to hang heavy between the two of you it's only competitor being the unbearable silence that lingered in the air not long after. You could hear every inhale and exhale of the tall man that stood opposite you. Every passing second of silence made you regret your words and just as you were about to play it all of as a joke and retract your prior request a pair of soft lips pressed gently against your own stopping you right in your tracks.

Just as suddenly as it happened it came to an end. You could feel something stirring in your chest , the feeling of his lips on yours lingered, radiating heat like an old burn. You turned towards him and the look in his eyes nearly knocked the breath out of you, there was a dark sheen to them, one you had never seen. It was intimidating and attractive all the same, the fire in your belly igniting like never before. Before you could even think to stop yourself, you grabbed the collars of his shirt and pulled him down to you before taking his lips with your own.

In no time at all the kiss got heated as tongue and teeth were thrown into the mix. You feel his tongue explore the darkest depths of your  mouth as you fight back the need for air. His tongue reluctantly leaves your mouth all before licking a stripe across my bottom lip before his teeth bite down on it, hard but not enough to draw blood. You let out a whimper as his teeth finally released your lip.

There was a shift in the room, Taehyung could sense it. He knew exactly what you wanted and fuck if he didn't want the same thing. His entire body was on edge, he could hear every heavy exhale you pushed past your parted lips. "You're a virgin." The whine that came from you in response was low. "I don't want this to be something you regret in the morning.  I can't promise I'll be gentle." He licked his lips.

"Please, I just… just this once," Your words were soft and pleading, the sound of your thighs pressing together in search of relief filling Taehyungs ears. "I need you." He could see your hard nipples pressing against the thin material of your white shirt. They were distracting him, and thoughts of his hands cupping your breasts over your shirts, rubbing your cloth-covered nipple between his fingers, corrupted his mind. How easy it could've been for him to cave right then and there.

Your voice was small and dripping in submission. He felt like he was suffocating in the small space you called your living room. Fuck. He felt himself stiffen in his shorts. You were breathing heavily now, hands trembling as you fought the urge to throw yourself against Taehyung and bury your face into his neck. The mere thought of his skin against yours caused your whole body to shudder in want. When did you become like this. Your thoughts and actions almost made you seem unrecognisable but with the heat of the moment you couldn’t careless. You wanted this and how you wished Taehyung would stop being the gentleman he was and just fuck you already.

Taehyung was already heading towards you as he heeded his last warning, "Do you understand? I need to hear your answer."

“Oh god Taehyung just fuck me already!”  you hurriedly said followed by a deep exhale.

Without wasting another second Taehyung plopped himself onto your mustard couch before pulling you onto him. The sudden movement caused you to straddle one of his meaty thighs which had you quivering as your pussy throbbed from the sudden stimulation.  When you finally got comfortable you pulled the shirt over your head quickly, hands coming to fondle your own breasts, desperate for any skin contact.

You let out a cry as Taehyungs palms found the skin of your hips, urging you to grind against his thigh. You whined rocking back against his thigh. “Mm please Tae, I need your cock,” your own words surprised you.

"Hmm? You seem to be doing just fine without me, though." He cocked his head at you, hand coming up to smack the side of your thigh. A sharp moan fell from you, fingers tugging at your nipple as your hips sped up. Then, to your sweet relief, Taehyungs mouth found one of your breasts, taking no hesitation in pulling the hard bud into his mouth. You threw an arm over his shoulder, fingers floundering as they attempted to find anchorage on his sweat-soaked skin. Your other hand reached out to touch his abdomen, preening as his muscles flexed beneath your fingers.

He pulled away from your breast with a loud pop sound. Smirking up at you as your eyes began to flutter shut, he watched in amusement as your orgasm caught up with you quickly, a result of your heightened sensitivity and inexperience. He would have to teach you later how to refrain from Cumming so quickly.

"Fuck, oh god Taehyung" You cried into his shoulder, body jerking as you came unravelled. Taehyung couldn't help but let out a whine of his own, palming over his crotch as he watched you ride out your orgasm. Although he would never admit it the way his name fell from your lips like honey had his cock twitching in his now too tight jeans. " Taehyung, please." You panted once you had caught your breath, bringing your face up to his. “Fuck me" you managed to pant out without breaking eye contact. Thus lead to Taehyung  unconsciously letting out a groan.

"Is that what my pretty girl wants? Want daddy to fill you up, sweetheart?" The intimate pet name escaping him before he could think otherwise. It should have been no surprise to you that Taehyung had a daddy kink. Nonetheless you could feel a new wave of wetness staining his jeans from the pet name, from daddy, right down to the way his thigh was still flexing underneath your heat. It was all too much, you could feel your senses going into over drive.

"Yes daddy, fuck. Fuck me deep and hard until I'm stuffed with your cum.” You breathed into his neck. Taehyung was going to fucking explode. Every damn word you spoke went straight to his groin, his painfully hard cock straining against his Jean’s fabric. And with that in mind, he flipped you over, pushing your legs up into your chest so that he could see your clenched cunt fully exposed for him.

“You don't have any idea what you fucking do to me, do you? I'm so fucking hard for you, and I haven't even felt that lovely pussy of yours." He growled, his fingers coming down to circle your entrance. You didn't even have time to contemplate a response before his fingers rolled over your sensitive bud. His fingers felt so different to yours – your jaw slack as a silent sob fell out, his light but quick motions sending your back arching. Wrapping a hand against his wrist, you groaned, the feeling nearly overwhelming but still too good to pull him away.

Taehyung cursed as your hand came down to rub against the his cock still retrained by his jeans, the small action just gentle enough to have his hips jerking into you. He felt painfully hard and he feared if you didn’t stop he would bust a load right in his pants. His skilful hands were soon lost to his belt as he hurriedly worked to get rid of the only clothing left separating your bodies. "Gonna make a mess of this wet little pussy, okay? Let me know if you want me to stop." Were Taehyungs final words as he pressed himself inside you, hand reaching over to take yours into his.

A cry left you, eyebrows furrowing together as your head fell back, leaving Taehyung breathing heavily through his nose, jaw tense as he fought back a growl. The urge to sink his teeth into your sweat glistened neck was too much to resist and so he bent down and began showering hickeys over the canvas that was your neck.

The stretch stung a bit but he was able to easily slide into you thanks to your prior orgasm and the help of his fingers. You felt full and content, it was such an overwhelming feeling that when he bottomed out and his groin came in contact with your clit you came for the second time.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head you let out a loud moan that had you hiding your face in embarrassment. You could feel the hot breath of Taehyung as he chuckled from his position nestled between your breasts. After deciding you had had enough time to get accustomed to his size Taehyung pulled out almost completely before sliding back into you. You let out a whine as he bottomed out inside you, watching as his expression changed into a lewd one with your walls clamping around his fat cock. "How's that, baby?" You could only moan in response, nails digging into his back as he began to rock himself into you, entirely obsessed with the way your body was readjusting itself as he moved inside you. It was like your body knew exactly what to do, despite the sensation being otherwise strange.

Your fingers found your clit immediately, knowing that this was exactly how you wanted to cum, dripping down the couch and stretched out around  Taehyungs cock. "So big. Feels so good." You mumbled, your hair cascading around you as his pace quickened, fucking you hard and deep.

You let out an incoherent whimper, shuddering as Taehyungs thrusts into you deepened, spurred on by the way you continously moaned his name submissively. Your thighs felt wet and slick, the combined mixture of both yours and Taehyungs arousal dripping down onto them. You felt filthy and dirty and you were loving every second of it.

You could feel all your stress diminishing right before your eyes with every thrust of his hips. You felt elated, almost as though you were in another dimension, oh how you didn’t want this moment to come to an end. "My pretty little girl. You're making an absolute mess on my dick, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Daddy." You sobbed, body more than ready to succumb to your third orgasm of the night. "Such a good girl." He praised, a hand coming up to squeeze one of your supple tits. Your fingers found your abused clit once more. You circled around it liberally, the familiar euphoric feeling creeping up on you once more. "My sweet little girl. My precious girl." He cooed into your mouth, earning him an appreciative moan.

He was so close, fuck. “Cum in me daddy, I want you to come in me,” you whimpered desperately all in hopes of finally pushing him over the edge. And it seemed to have done the trick because with a final thrust he nestled himself deep within your warmth, a string of groans and curses tumbling out his mouth as he emptied his load into you. His release was the final push you needed to reach your most intense orgasm of the night. You shamelessly screamed as your back arched off the sofa and your body writhed in overstimulation.

"Fuck, fuck. I love you, holy shit, I love you." He peppered your face with kisses, breath shaky. Whether he let that slip due to the heat of the moment or whether those were his genuine feelings he had kept bottled up within him much like you, you chose to just revel in the moment stress free. "I love you more." You sighed adoringly, revelling in such an intimate gesture from him.

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