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Good Girl (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: Good Girl Rating: Explicit Length: 6900 Warnings: Smut (Fingering in public, mild stocking fetish, praise kink, dirty talk, spanking, cock warming, teasing, female orgasm denial, brief female receiving oral sex, and unprotected vaginal sex, lbr they have a kink for each other) Notes: You can find the Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline here. And release order here. Set early February 1998. If you wanna see what my headcanon is for what Annie/Reader has on check out this link. Summary: Reader and Javier have a spicey night out.

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Javier knocked at the partially shut bedroom door, “Am I allowed in yet?” He questioned, the door creaking open a little.

“I’m dressed.” You answered, raking your fingers through your hair to fluff it as you stared at your reflection in the full length mirror attached to the back of the bathroom door.

You rarely had a reason to dress up anymore. After Sofía was born you’d been thrown back into full-on “mom mode” and then with work — there just wasn’t any time anymore.

This dress had been one of your options for the Christmas photos, but it had ultimately been too short to sit on the floor with children. It was a dark burgundy satin with a raised velvet flower pattern all over it. It came to an inch or three above your knees — leaving a considerable amount of your legs showing.

It wasn’t cold in Florida in February, but you still didn’t want that much bare leg showing… which was a perfect excuse to wear a pair of thigh-high black stockings.

“You like?” You questioned as you turned around to face him, holding your arms out as you showed yourself off to him.

“Baby, you looking like that makes me not even want to leave the house.” His eyes swept over you, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. “Those stockings…”

“I thought you’d like them.” You said as you brushed past him closely, moving to sit on the bed to put your shoes on. “I think you’ll like everything I have on.”

Javier swallowed thickly as he watched you sit down, your dress riding up high enough to show that the stockings weren’t being held up by garters.

“Or what I don’t have on.” You added as you looked up at him from beneath your eyelashes. You smoothed your hands over your dress after you finished putting your shoes on, “Ready?”

His chest rose and fell as he tried to regain his composure. You knew exactly where his mind had gone — mostly given away by the way he subtly adjusted himself in his slacks under the guise of straightening his suit jacket.

“Yeah. Cab should be here in a few.”

“Good.” You smiled, putting a little sway in your stride as you moved towards him, stopping in front of him. “I’m looking forward to trying something new.” You said casually as you straightened the collar of his shirt. “Food, that is.”

Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he stared at you. “I like this.” He said lowly, toying with the charm that hung from the center of the black velvet choker around your throat.

“Yeah?” You ran your hands over his shoulders. “It came with the teddy.”

“Baby.” Javier said lowly as he took a step backwards and let his eyes wander over you. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“No dying.” You leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, before taking his hand into yours. “I have plans.”

“You gonna share?” He questioned, leaning in to steal another kiss.

You ran your tongue over the edges of your teeth as you met his gaze. “I think you know.” You ran your hand from his chest, down to cup him through his trousers briefly, before you pulled away from him entirely.

A quiet rose from the back of Javier’s throat, “Maybe we should just stay home.”

You turned back to grin at him, just as a car honked outside of the house, “The cab is here.” You grabbed your purse off the dresser, before ducking out of the bedroom.

Javier followed close behind, making sure the front door was locked before he joined you inside the cab.

“Washington Avenue.” You told the driver.

You could feel Javier’s eyes on you — your faces illuminated by the headlights of a passing car. “Yes?” You said softly, turning to face him. Even in the darkness, you could feel the heat of his gaze.

“Shh.” Javier urged as he shifted closer to you, his hand resting on the top of your leg, fingertips playing with the soft lace at the top of your stockings.

Your breath wavered as you exhaled, your eyes darting between Javier and the driver. “Are you looking forward to dinner?” You asked him innocently as you let your legs shift apart wider.

“I’m looking forward to dessert.” Javier answered, his voice steady and calm.

“I’ve heard they have—“ You bit down on your bottom lip as he trailed his fingers higher and discovered for himself what you weren’t wearing. “A nice selection.”

Javier dipped his fingers between your folds, smirking as he found you already slick for him. “I wonder if they’ll have that wine you love.”

Your hips canted forward towards his touch. “Maybe.”

“It’s dessert wine you like, isn’t it?”

You swallowed thickly as he circled your clit with a teasing touch. It wasn’t meant to relieve your desire, it was meant to drive you crazy. Clearly. “Greek.” You answered, curling your fingers around his wrist. “You should try it.”

“I don’t know if that’s what I want right now.” Javier said pointedly, shaking loose of your grasp and pulling his hand away. He brought his fingers to his lips, making a show of the way he sucked them clean.

Fuck.

You pressed your thighs together, “What are you in the mood for tonight, Javi?”

The headlights from another passing car illuminated Javier’s face as he smirked at you, “Something sweeter than wine.” He drawled out as his hand lazily trailed over your stocking clad leg again. His fingers moved higher until they met bare skin, stopping short of where you really wanted them.

You leaned towards him, brushing your lips over his. “We don’t get many nights out alone. I think we’re both allowed to indulge tonight.” You curled your fingers around his arm, guiding his hand higher beneath the hem of your dress.

Javier kissed you gently, his tongue darting out over your bottom lip as his fingers moved to the junction of your thighs. His touch was featherlight at first as he delicately teased your sensitive folds. It wasn’t enough to give you any relief, but it made heat blossom low in your belly.

“Javi.” You whispered as you pulled back from the kiss, letting your nose brush against his as you drew in a shaky breath.

“I think we’re almost to the restaurant, baby.” Javier informed you with an even tone as he circled his thumb over your clit. Your fingers gripped tightly at the sleeve of his suit jacket, tight enough that the buttons along his wrist were going to leave marks on your palm.

Javier dragged two fingers between your folds, gathering up your arousal with a come hither gesture, before he sank those same two fingers into you. Your eyes widened and it took every ounce of self restraint you possessed to keep from making a sound in response to him.

“Perhaps I will try that wine tonight,” He remarked, slowly dragging his fingers in and out of you. It was obscene how good it felt. How the threat of being caught only seemed to heighten the pleasure you got from his touch. It was so risky and yet… from the start of this relationship, you’d both been willing to take the risk.

You titled your head once more, unable to resist the urge to kiss him. Maybe you should’ve taken him up on the suggestion to stay at home instead of going out. But if you had — would you be about to come in the back of a cab? No.

The driver knocked on the glass, before sliding it open, “Le Mystere?” He questioned as he turned the corner onto Washington Avenue.

Shit.

You reluctantly pulled back from the kiss, turning to face straight ahead then. “Yes. Thank you.”

Javier pulled his hand out from between your thighs, leaving you right on the cusp of an orgasm. He leaned towards you and pressed a kiss to your temple, before whispering close to your ear, “Sorry, baby.”

You shook your head, turning to face him. “There’s always later.” You murmured, brushing your fingers over his cheek as the driver pulled the car up in front of the restaurant.

Javier shifted forward, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket to pay the driver. “I’ve got you, baby.” He told you as he climbed out of the car first, walking around to open the door for you. He held his hand out for you, interlacing his fingers with yours.

“You really should try the Greek wine.” You told him with a grin as you walked alongside him into the restaurant.

“Maybe I will.” Javier said with a crooked sort of grin, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. “How are you feeling?”

A short laugh escaped you as you shook your head. “I was close.”

“Guess we both get to suffer.” He said pointedly.

You rolled your eyes. “Tit-for-tat, hmm?”

“Welcome to Le Mystere. Do you have a reservation?” The hostess questioned as you approached.

“Peña.” Javier answered, giving your hand three little squeezes.

“Right this way Mr. and Mrs. Peña.” The hostess offered, gesturing for the pair of you to follow her back to your table. The restaurant had spared no expense in creating a truly Mediterranean experience. The plastered walls and arches were cast in hues of vibrant blues and warm terra cotta. There were ornate mosaic murals set into the plaster.

The hostesspassed the menus to you, “Your waitress will be with you soon. Would you like to start with warm bread and hummus?”

“Of course.” You said with a smile, glancing down at the menu. “Thank you.”

The hostess excused herself, leaving you and Javier to figure out what you wanted to eat. But food really wasn’t on your mind. You looked across the table at him, chewing on your bottom lip. “This place is really nice.”

He looked over the top of his menu at you, “It is isn’t it?”

You nodded slowly, “If that cab ride had just been a minute longer…”

Javier smirked, “Still thinking about that?”

“How can I not?” You shot back, rubbing your thumb over your bottom lip. You were fairly certain you’d chewed your lipstick off in the process. “After the waitress takes our orders, I’m going to freshen up.”

His brows shot upwards and he leaned forward, elbows resting against the table. “If I have to suffer, baby… do you.”

“I need to fix my lipstick.” You told him earnestly, though the corners of your lips quirked upwards with a grin.

Javier gave a short shake of his head, his gaze turning back to the menu, “Is it the Kourtaki wine you like?”

You sighed heavily, toying with the charm at the hollow of your throat. “Starting to think you might’ve been deliberate in your actions now, Javi.” You rolled your eyes. “And yes, that’s the wine.”

“Do you think it’ll go well with the short ribs?”

You ran your finger over the menu down to the description of the short ribs, “Probably.”

“Good evening,” The waitress started as she arrived at your table with three bowls of hummus, a dish of olives, and a small basket of warm bread. “Have you had a chance to decide on your drink of choice for the evening?”

“A bottle of the Kourtaki.” Javier ordered.

“And a whiskey neat,” You added, nudging Javier’s foot beneath the table. “Just in case I’ve led him astray with my preference.”

“Perfect,” The waitress smiled. “Would you like to hear this evening’s specials?”

“As long as they don’t involve chicken nuggets and mac and cheese,” Javier jested, nudging your foot back.

“Oh, do you have children?” The waitress questioned as she looked in between the two of you.

“Yeah, two.” You made a face. “I think this is the first night out alone since last summer.”

The waitress chuckled, “Rest assured we don’t even have a children’s menu.” She clasped her hands together, “We have a potato gnocchi special. Freshly made potato gnocchi, with locally sourced cauliflower, wild mushrooms, black truffle paste, and sunchoke. Topped with Parmigiano Reggiano.”

“You’ve won me over.” You sat the menu down on the table and passed it towards her, that’ll be my order.”

“Oh! Perfect.” She took the menu from you, “And for you, sir?”

“The Tajine short ribs.”

“Excellent, I’ll put your orders in for you and get your drinks out to you. If you need anything, I’m Ashleigh.”

“Thanks, Ashleigh.” You offered, before turning your gaze back towards Javier. “Definitely a different atmosphere than our typical haunts.”

He rubbed at the back of his neck, “Seriously.” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth, reaching out to pick up a piece of bread. He tore off a bit, dipping it into the hummus. “No coloring sheets, no screaming babies…”

You laughed, grabbing an olive and popping it into your mouth. “Was it Disney? Was that the last time it was just the two of us?”

Javier scraped his teeth over his bottom lip as he nodded, “Yeah, I think so.”

“We should do this more often.” You suggested, eating another olive.

His brows rose upwards, “Are you going to tell me what part of coffee with Elena inspired this?”

“It had nothing to do with coffee with her, Javi.” You assured him.

He looked skeptical, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand.

“I mean, not exactly.” You shook your head, “Listening to Elena talk about how much you cared about me all those years ago made me realize that we should do more of this.” You gestured around the restaurant.

Javier rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand.

The waitress returned then with a shot of whiskey and the bottle of wine, before retreating back towards the kitchen.

“It’s sweet,” You warned him as he poured the dark red wine into your glasses. You watched him as he picked up his glass and brought it to his lips. He rarely drank wine. If you were drinking it was whiskey or beer ⁠— mostly beer lately, given the kids. And when you had twisted his arm to drink wine, he preferred pinot or cab sav.

Javier took a sip, moving it around in his mouth before swallowing it. “Not bad.”

“Drink your whiskey, Javi. I’ll have no problem finishing this off,” You said as you picked up the bottle of wine, brandishing it with a grin.

“Baby, we’re not going to have any fun if you drink that entire bottle of wine.” He said as he took another sip, “It’ll grow on me.” Javier sat his glass aside, picking up another piece of bread and dipping it in the hummus.

You sat the wine bottle aside, bringing your glass to your lips and taking a sip. “And we don’t want that.” You ran your tongue over your bottom lip, “And personally, I’m looking forward to you getting me out of this dress.”

Javier smirked at you, “Me too.”

You watched him as he shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. You leaned forward and lowered your voice. “Having a problem, Javi?”

He shot you a look, “Same one I’ve been having since we left the house.”

“So long as we’re equal.” You said as you brushed your hair behind your shoulders. “The only downside to eating at nice restaurants is that they definitely frown on extracurricular activities in their bathrooms.”

Javier sighed heavily, “You’re gonna kill me.”

“I’m just saying,” You started with a smirk. “There’s a reason why bars are our thing.”

“You’re the one who suggested we get reservations here.” Javier reminded you, grabbing two olives and popping them into his mouth. He held your gaze as he chewed him, before he added. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“I was about to remind you that you are the one who enjoys trying new restaurants.” You snorted. “After all, you are the one who reads the Food & Drink section, babe.” You curled your fingers around the stem of your glass, taking another sip.

“I’ll let you in on a secret,” Javier said with a conspiratorial tone as he leaned forward. “It makes for good conversation at faculty meetings. Otherwise they’re playing fifty questions on the topic of Colombia.”

“Still?” You rolled your eyes. “I thought they’d stop hounding you after the first year.”

He shrugged a shoulder, “You and me both, baby. Figured they’d move on after I proved not to be the man they were expecting me to be.”

It still cracked you up that his fellow faculty members had expected some rough and tumble field agent who was ready to divulge the juiciest stories about Colombia. Instead they ended up with a man who wanted to single-handedly take down the government and refused to discuss Colombia unless he was under duress.

“At least you’ll have something to talk about Monday.” You grinned, licking hummus off your thumb as you held his gaze.

“You’re a tease.”

“And proud.” You winked at him, before your gaze caught sight of the waitress returning. “Oh, dinner’s here.”

Javier loosened his tie a little, rubbing his fingers under the collar of his shirt as he sat up straighter. “Quicker we eat, quicker we get home.” He reminded you.

“I thought you wanted dessert.”

“They only serve my favorite dish at home,” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth, fixing you with a heated look that was interrupted by the waitress sitting the plates down on the table.

“Does everything look to your liking?”

“Looks delicious, thank you Ashleigh.” You smiled up at her as you grabbed your napkin and smoothed it over your lap.

“It smells great.” Javier agreed, nodding his head as he stared down at the plate. “Thanks.”

“Let me know if you need anything,” Ashleigh offered before she headed across the restaurant to tend to other guests.

“Do you have everything you need, Javi?” You questioned with a grin, biting down on your bottom lip as you met his eyes.

He huffed, “Eat.”

“You’re no fun,” You teased as you slipped one of your shoes off beneath the table. You took a bite of your gnocchi, watching Javier as he cut into a piece of his ribs. You waited until he’d swallowed the bite and taken a sip of wine, before you slowly slid your foot up his calf.

“Baby⁠—” Javier started, his eyes flashing to meet yours. “What are you doing?”

You lowered your gaze back to your dish, forking up another piece of gnocchi. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said lightly, sliding your foot further up the inside of his leg. “I love a restaurant with a nice tablecloth.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he glared at you, “You are playing with fire, baby.”

“You think I don’t know that?” You laughed, shaking your head as you washed down another bite with more wine. You slid your foot back down to his calf, picking up the bottle of wine and refilling your glass. “But how can I resist?” You asked him, sliding your foot back up towards his thigh. “There’s something about wearing stockings that just screams⁠—”

Javier slipped his hand beneath the table and grabbed your foot. “Behave.”

“You’re no fun.” You sighed, shaking your head solemnly as you took another sip of wine.

“Baby,” He started as he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “It’s bad enough that I’ve gotta sit here thinking about how much I’d rather be buried in that pretty little pussy of yours.”

You blinked as you stared at him, the heat of his words burning straight through you. “I always forgot how warm this wine makes me.” Your voice wavered as you laughed softly, taking another sip of your wine. “How’s work?”

Javier chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh no, baby… You’re not getting out of this that easily.” He glanced around to ensure that no one was listening to your conversation, before he set his gaze back on you. “The second we get in the cab to go home, I’m gonna make you come.” He drawled out.

“Sounds fun.” You said, crossing your legs beneath the table. “I thought I wasn’t getting out of this easily.”

“And that’s the last time I’m going to let you come tonight, unless I say otherwise.” He said firmly, his eyes holding your gaze before his expression softened briefly. “Is that alright?”

“Yes.” You breathed out, your fork clattering against your plate as it slipped out of your fingers. Holy shit. You blinked slowly, pushing your fingers through your hair. “Not how I expected the night to go but, you have my attention.”

“Now, be a good girl and finish eating so we can leave.” Javier said lowly, taking another sip of his wine.

It was rather hard to focus on eating when you had the promise of the rest of the evening ahead of you. But between the two of you, you managed to finish off the bottle of wine and eat most of your dinners. You loved when Javier took charge of a situation. He did it so fucking well.

Javier had the waitress call ahead for the cab so it was waiting for you once the bill was paid. He held the door open for you, helping you duck down into the vehicle, before he slid in behind you.

“Iguana Avenue,” He told the driver, his hand already posessively curling around your knee.

“Sure thing.” The driver answered and Javier slid the window closed in between the front and the back.

Javier was on you seconds after the car started down the street. His fingers delving into your hair, cradling the back of your head as he slanted his mouth over yours. You could taste the wine on his tongue, delectably sweet and only proving to further fuel the burn of desire that his words and the wine had stoked.

A quiet moan rose up in the back of your throat as he ran his hand from your knee, up beneath your dress until he reached your cunt. Your thighs were damp with your arousal, his fingers easily gliding through your slick folds. You rocked into his touch, desperately seeking the release you’d been robbed of before dinner.

Javier was a man of his words. He sank two fingers into you, working them in and out of you. He broke away from the kiss, his fingers tightening their grip in your hair as he spoke to you, “Are you going to be a good girl for me, baby?”

You nodded as best you could, “Javi, please.”

“No more.” He reminded you as he slid his fingers out of you, cupping your entire cunt, before he used those same two fingers to tease your clit. He roughly rolled that little bundle of nerves between them, working it just right. Your back arched as you worked your hips down to grind against his hand.

He kissed you again, silencing any sounds that might escape from you as he brought you over the edge. Your body clenched around nothing until he pressed his fingers back into you, twisting them in and out of you as he coaxed you through your release. If he hadn’t been kissing you, you would’ve sobbed from the relief that washed through you.

And you had a feeling that Javier wasn’t bluffing. He wasn’t going to let you come again, unless he decided otherwise.

He ran his tongue over your bottom lip once more before he pulled away, staring at you in the darkness of the car. “Did you enjoy dessert?”

You breathed raggedly, “I’m looking forward to another snack before bed.” You told him, boldly reaching out to stroke him through his trousers. “Think you can handle more?” You teased, squeezing him lightly.

Javier caught your wrist, “Behave.”

“Not in my vocabulary.” You smirked, twisting your hand out of his grasp, bringing his hand up to your lips so you could suck on his fingers, cleaning your arousal from them. That half a bottle of wine had been an excellent decision.

You released his fingers with a wet pop, biting down on your bottom lip as you looked up at him from beneath your lashes. “Javi?”

“Yeah, baby?” He questioned, giving your knee a squeeze.

“Don’t be gentle.” You told him, resting your hand over his. “We both know our words.”

Javier rubbed his lips together, before nodding slowly. “You sure?”

“We don’t have any kids at home to worry about waking up.” You reminded him. “I love when you’re rough, Javi.”

“I know you do.” He leaned towards you, resting his forehead against the side of your head. “Whatever you want.” Javier assured you.

Javier was ever the gentleman once the cab stopped in front of your house. Just like he had at the restaurant, he got out first and held the door open for you as he helped you step out of the cab. But there was a haste to his stride as he ushered you inside the house, so you could finally be alone.

The second the door closed, Javier had you pinned against it. His thigh was pressed in between your thighs, causing your skirt to ride up towards your hips. “These fucking stockings.” He swore, dragging his hands from your hips down to the tops of the stockings. “They stay on.”

“I wore them for you, Javi.” You whispered, curling your fingers around his tie as you tilted your head to meet his gaze. You felt a flush blossom across your chest and neck under the heat in his eyes. You’d certainly been effective at winding him up.

Javier pressed his knee upwards, causing you to roll your hips ⁠— seeking friction. He clicked his tongue against his teeth, tutting disappointedly. “Now, now, baby. What did I tell you?” He ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

Your lips parted and you nipped at his fingertip. “That I have to be a good girl?” You questioned, fingers tightening around his tie as you drew him towards you. “That I can’t come?” Your breath brushed against his lips. “But I’m a bad girl.” You said as you rolled your hips against his knee again.

Javier loosened the grasp you held on his tie so he could pull away from you, “Dress off.”

You swallowed thickly as you rested against the door for a moment, drawing in a shaky breath. “I think you’re going to like what’s underneath.” You smiled at him sweetly as you reached behind you to unzip your dress. You let it slide off your body as you kicked off your shoes. “Do you like?”

“Fuck, yes.” He breathed out as he raked his gaze over you. The teddy was the same coloration as your dress. A sheer black fabric that covered your stomach and settled just at the tops of your thighs, decorated with burgundy lace. The bra was nearly sheer, black with soft burgundy flowers on the cups.

“How do you want me, Javi?” You questioned, putting a little sway in your step as you walked towards him, tracing a finger from the center of his chest downwards towards his belt. You did the work for him, unbuckling his belt and sliding it out of the belt loops.

Javier caught your hands as you started to unzip his trousers, shaking his head. “Not yet, baby. I want you to be a good girl and go lean over the side of the sofa for me. Can you do that?” He questioned, tracing his fingers over the curve of your cheekbone before he kissed you. “Now.”

“Aye aye, captain.” You quipped with a mock salute, before you brushed past him as you walked into the family room. You did as he asked, draping yourself over the arm of the sofa. You grabbed at the cushion in front of you to balance as you waited for whatever he had planned.

You turned as you caught movement out of the corner of your eye. Watching as Javier casually shucked off his jacket, taking great effort in preventing it from wrinkling as he folded it in half and draped it over the armchair across from you. He loosened his tie, before he worked at unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling them up to his elbows.

You wondered if Javier knew how much you had always loved that look on him. How many times you’d caught yourself thinking about him after a particularly long meeting at the embassy, when he’d roll his sleeves up at his desk and bitch about how hot it was. He looked good in a suit, but he looked even better half out of one.

Javier turned then, meeting your eyes. “What were you planning on doing in the restaurant, baby?”

“Have dinner?” You questioned coyly, pressing your tongue to the inside of your cheek as you stared at him. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You don’t know what I mean?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I seem to recall your foot getting frisky.”

“Oh, that.” You rolled your eyes. “Can’t a girl have fun?”

Your heart skipped a beat as Javier approached you, stepping out of your line of view as he moved around to stand behind you. He brushed a hand down your back, before he grabbed both of your asscheeks and squeezed roughly.

“You’re a fucking mess.” Javier told you, releasing his hold on your right asscheek as he ran his fingers over your slick folds, “You should see yourself.” He taunted quietly as he slowly worked two fingers into you. You were still so sensitive from the cab, your inner walls instinctively fluttering around his fingers. “You’re just dripping.” He abruptly withdrew his fingers, giving your cunt a not-so-gentle swat.

You yelped, fingers tightening the grip on the cushion. His fingers had landed right against your still-throbbing clit, sending a strange mix of pain and pleasure through your senses. “Fuck.”

He released his hold on you, moving around to crouch beside the sofa. “You good, baby?”

“Did I use my word?” You questioned, pushing your hair out of your face as you turned to look at him. “I told you to be rough.”

Javier nodded, “Don’t be afraid to use it.”

You tried to relax your body as he moved back around to where he was standing before, hands palming at the globes of your ass, spreading you apart as he knelt down and slid his tongue between your folds. You keened, unable to resist and so thankful your house was empty. His tongue soothed the tingle of pain his palm had left in its wake. And it felt like heaven as he worked his tongue into your core, lapping at you.

But the soothing touch of his tongue was quickly replaced by another swift slap against your already aching flesh. You rocked forward, your knees slamming into the side of the sofa as you instinctively tried to escape the pain. “Don’t stop.” You told him, widening your stance for him.

Instead of spanking your cunt for a third time, Javier’s hand fell against your ass with a little more pressure this time. It burned, but the pain came with a tantalizing pleasure behind it. “Javier.” You moaned, rocking back towards him.

“You like that, baby?” Javier questioned, his hand striking you a second time on the soft swell of your ass. “Is this what you were hoping for? Is that why you were such a bad girl, baby?” His fingers slid between your folds once more, his thumb circling your clit. “You look so fucking good like this.” He turned his attention to your other asscheek, giving it the same two swift smacks that made you clench down around nothing.

“Now remember, baby…”Javier said in an almost taunting tone. “You are not allowed to come.”

You nodded your head. “I rememb⁠—” Your words were cut off by the feel of his cock pressing against your soaked center, just the head slipping into you at first. “Fuck.” You moaned, your head falling forward as Javier sank the full length of his cock into you.

How the hell were you supposed to resist coming when his cock felt that good? You whimpered, pressing back towards his hips. Javier tightened his grip on you, hard enough to leave bruises to go with the handprints he’d surely left on your ass. “You may not come.” He reminded you once more as he drew back and slammed back into you.

The angle was perfect. Every time he filled you his cock pressed right against that sweet spot. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing too. There was no way he didn’t know that every thrust had his cock dragging over your G-spot.

You stretched your arms out in front of you, gripping at the sofa as he kept slamming into you. It was sheer hell trying to hold back the tidal wave of an orgasm that he was building with his every move. He had you right there, right on the edge. You could feel your body start to reflexively tense ⁠— heat blooming through your lower belly.

But he was gone before you had the chance to careen over the edge. He pulled back, leaving you slumped over the side of the sofa as he tucked himself back into his trousers and did up the zipper.

At least he was torturing himself as much as he was torturing you.

“How are you doing?” He questioned, leaning forward and petting his fingers over the back of your head.

“I’d do better if you let me come.” You retorted, pushing up on your hands as you turned to look at him. “I could use some water.”

“Sure thing.” Javier nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead sweetly before he headed for the kitchen. You didn’t move an inch until he returned with a glass of water for you. Your ass burned as you stood up straight again, pulling at the skin he’d marked with his hand.

“I’m glad tomorrow’s Sunday.” You remarked, taking two sips of water. “Thank you.”

Javier took the glass from you, moving to the side table on the opposite side of the sofa. “Good to go?”

“Yeah.” You exhaled slowly. “Still want me here?”

“You do make such a pretty picture there.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth. “But I have a better idea. Javier strolled across the room with his hands in his pockets, moving to sit in the armchair across from you. He met your gaze as he unzipped his trousers and freed his cock from their confines.

“Come here.” He beckoned you, before curling his fingers around his cock.

You took pride in knowing that he wasn’t getting any relief either. At least he’d been kind enough to let you come in the cab.

Your legs were unsteady at first, but you walked lightly towards him, stopping at his knees. “Want me to take care of that for you?” You questioned, sliding your hands over your thighs beneath your teddy as you licked your lips.

He shook his head slowly, “I have something else in mind, baby.” Javier released his hold on his cock, gesturing for you to turn around, which you were quick to do. “Now, take a seat.”

“Fuck.” You breathed out, dragging your fingers through your hair for a moment as you got control of yourself. While your release had already retreated, you weren’t certain how much longer you could hold it off. Especially if he was buried within you.

But you obeyed him.

You curled your fingers around his cock to hold him steady as you sank down onto him. The rough texture of his trousers and the bite of the metal zipper hurt against your aching asscheeks, but the bliss of having his cock outweighed the mild discomfort. You leaned back against him, looking quite pleased with yourself as you tilted your head to look at him.

“Are you still going to be a good girl for me?” Javier questioned, licking his lips as he ran his hands over the tops of your thighs. “Because that pretty little pussy of yours feels so good like this, baby. I want you to sit right here.”

You couldn’t help but moan, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. “You’re going to kill me.” You told him, a shiver running down your spin as he slid his hands up over your stomach and grasped your breasts through the cups.

“If it’s too much, use your word.” He reminded you, pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder. “Goddamn, I love feeling the way you clench around me like that.” Javier whispered, “You’re so tight. So wet.”

You shifted your hips a little, seeking friction, but he was quick to grab your thighs, pushing your legs together. Somehow it made it feel even fuller and you couldn’t help but moan.

“Just sit still, baby. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” You breathed out, nodding your head slowly as you let yourself relax back against him. His hands wandered, fingers playing over the tops of your stockings, sliding over your thighs, thumbing at your nipples through your teddy. It felt like heaven and hell all rolled into one.

“Do you like this?” Javier questioned as his hand slid between your thighs and he brushed his thumb over your clit. You jolted slightly, before sinking back against him.

“I do.” You assured him, tilting your head so you could kiss the underside of his jaw. “I love you.”

“Mmm.” He hummed, slowly circling your clit once more. “I love you too.” Javier pulled his hand away once more, sliding it up over your stomach, the valley between your breasts, before his fingers came up and curled around your throat. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

Your body practically throbbed in response to the tone of his voice.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yes.” You nodded slightly. “I heard you and yes I can be a good girl.”

“Good.” Javier pressed a kiss to a spot behind your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “I’m feeling generous, so I’m going to let you come. Okay?”

“Thank you.” You breathed out, reaching up to curl your fingers around his forearm. “Thank you, Javi.”

“But I want you to work for it, baby.” Javier brushed his thumb against your pulse point, before sliding his hand up to grasp at your jaw, turning your head towards him. “You may move now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

Your release was dangling right in front of you and you were going to get it.

Javier’s hands encircled your hips, guiding your movements as you rode his cock. The zipper was still biting into your tender flesh, but the pain turned swiftly into pleasure as his cock filled you again and again. It was quite clear that both of you had no interest in waiting any longer.

Your shoulders pressed back against his chest, back arching as your pace faltered. Your inner walls clenched around him and your entire body throbbed as your orgasm tore through you. Javier’s hand returned to the junction where you were joined, fingers teasing over your clit as he kept you reeling from your release.

Javier was close behind you, his hips rocking upwards as he drove into you. Your name on his tongue as he came apart, spilling deep within you. You could feel every pulse of him as you clenched around him, your body greedy for him.

Exhausted, you sank back against his chest. “Holy shit.”

Javier chuckled, nuzzling at the crook of your neck. “Words… gone.” He told you, curling his arm around your waist. “Fuck.”

You giggled and you weren’t sure if it was due to the wine still running through your veins or the utterly blissful sensation ebbing and flowing through your lower belly. “Oh my God, Javier.” You breathed out, reaching behind you to play with his hair. “I’m not moving.”

“Wouldn’t think of it.” He muttered, relaxing back into the armchair. “Baby, you’re…” He shook his head. “I’m a lucky man.”

You titled your head, grinning at him. “And a handsome man too.” You teased, tracing your finger down his nose. “Have I ever mentioned… how much I love your nose?”

He arched a brow, “Are you drunk?”

“On you.” You shot back, squirming in his lap so you could turn enough to kiss his lips. “I’m a little buzzed.” You told him, pressing a kiss to his nose. “But I said what I mean.” You laughed, “You might’ve fucked me silly.”

Javier grinned at you, “Not a bad thing to do.”

You shook your head, “Best thing to do.”

He kissed you again, “Don’t let me forget to grab the lotion.”

Your brows shot upwards, “Did you stick it in the fridge before we left?”

Javier smirked, “I had plans of my own, baby.”

“Love that you planned to spank me, babe.” You grinned as you pressed your lips to his, “I love you.”

Instead of breaking the kiss to say the same, Javier gave your hip three squeezes. It amazed you how that still made you warm and tingly from your head to your toes.

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Four Rings

Kinktober Day 26 ~ kink: formal wear; quicky

pairing: midoriya izuku x fem!reader

warnings: smut, cursing, alcohol mention

word count: 4,455

a/n: I :) really :) like :) this :) i want a midoriya izuku in my life... pro-hero izuku is gonna slay some fucking pussy and y’all who disagree are cowards.

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Midoriya looked into the mirror as he pulled up his black slacks. His eyes trained on his waist as he tucked in the white button-down shirt he wore. His shirt was now unbuttoned two buttons from the top, teasing at his toned chest as he zipped up his pants. The black leather belt slide in shortly afterward. His green eyes stared into his reflection as he pulled on his black blazer.

At twenty-three years old, Midoriya Izuku was no longer “plain.” He stood tall, toned, scars littering his body that showed off his hero status. Kind warm eyes, with freckles scattering his nose and cheeks. He was, if anything, a fine and beautiful man.

His fingers tentatively touched his slicked-back hair. A new style he had wanted to test out for gala’s like this one tonight. A few dark curls lay across his forehead still, but most were very much fought into place. Even Midoriya had to admit that he looked good.

He walked over to his nightstand and grabbed a four heavy silver and bronze rings. They slid against his calloused fingers. Secured tight onto his index finger and middle finger. Wiggling his fingers to get used to the new weight, Midoriya grabbed his cologne. He sprayed the scent against his neck and rubbing some on his wrists.

All that was needed were shoes, which were waiting by the entrance of the house waiting for him to leave.

“Izuku?” Your voice called out, and Midoriya’s eyes trained on the master bathroom’s closed door.

“Yes, angel?” Midoriya responded, his feet already moving over to the bathroom.

“I need help!” You laugh as Midoriya opens the bathroom door. He stares at your face through the reflection of the mirror.

Midoriya’s eyes wander down your body. You’re fit into a gorgeous formal dress. The rose champagne color or the dress shining because of the silk material. Your thighs slightly picking out as he realizes that it was a double slit dress. Midoriya smirks at your appearance, you’re totally and completely hot.

Your makeup complete. Your face set with natural colors and fake eyelashes, and a dark red lip completing your look. As he walks over to you, his eyes fall onto the body chain on your chest. The dress was revealing, the fabric holding your breasts like a bra. But the delicate silver chain that runs down your neck and into your cleavage... it makes Midoriya suck air between his teeth as he zips up your dress. His fingers purposefully trailing against your exposed skin.

You smile as you thank him, your gaze focused in on your reflection as you fix your hair.

“Do you think this outfit works for the gala?” You ask as you finally turn towards your fiancée. “I don’t look too overdone.”

“You look amazing!” Midoriya disagrees as he presses a soft kiss to your lips, making sure not to disturb your painted lips.

You hum contently, your fingers trailing up his chest as you lock them behind his neck. Your body pressed against him as your own eyes glance at his outfit. “You, my love, look sexy mega ultra hot.”

Midoriya laughs, a blush rising to his cheeks, “Thank you…”

“What those fingers do.” You ask, a teasing smile on your face as his blush strengthens.

“Y-Y/n…”

“Especially with those rings? I could melt on the spot, for real.”

Midoriya whines softly in the back of his throat before burying his face into your neck. The flustered hot breaths hitting your neck harshly. “I’m sorry!” You giggle as your giant of a boyfriend tries shrinking to your height. “But are you ready to go? I hear Momo has a chocolate fountain, and that is calling my name.”

Midoriya pulls away, his lips pressing against yours again.

“Okay, let's go.”

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You loved going to “fancy events”.

The food was amazing, and the music was always live and beautiful.

Second of all, while it was under the pretense of being fancy, it was a total joke.

Your eyes concentrated on the small platter of fruits in front of you. Your fingers plucking some onto a small plate.

“I love your dress!” Uraraka sighed beside you as she grabbed a strawberry.

“It’s the only thing I had that wasn’t short.” You giggle as you help your friend pile more food onto her plate.

You also loved seeing your old classmates and beloved friends at these events.

But the main reason you loved these events?

It was the way Midoriya looked.

Tall, handsome, and breathtaking.

His smile was wide as he talked with Bakugou and Todoroki. The suit he wore was delicious against his taut muscles. His chest mocking you from the distance. The rings on his fingers shining with what seemed immense intensity.

A dull throb hit your lower belly and your lips pressed firmly against each other. Why did formal clothing turn you on this much? There was no need for you to be thirsting over your fiance like this in public.

Plopping a cube of pineapple into your mouth you turned away. You walked beside Uraraka as you joined your group of girlfriends by the dance floor. You smiled as you sat between Mina and Momo, and you joined in on the conversation.

Everything was going fine, the laughter between you seven girls warming your heart. It wasn’t even as if the seven of you didn’t see each other constantly. You all had a tradition of going to lunch or dinner every weekend. There was also the gym you all worked out at together, but being here at this gala, it was just riveting.

As the night drew on, more and more couples began gracing the floors. Dancing had begun and the group of you girls were out there dancing as if you were back in high school. Pairing up and whisking each other around the dancefloor as giggles filled the air. You held onto Tsuyu’s and Jirou’s hand as the three of you twirled around. The song was too good and both girls were being too shy.

“You wouldn’t mind if I steal y/n away for a second?” Midoriya’s voice fills your left ear as his hand comes to lay against your right waist.

“Please take her, she won’t let us sit down!” Jirou exclaims, shoving you towards your fiance to which you scoff.

“My heart is broken because you don’t want to dance with me.” You pout as you watch your friends wave as they run away towards the other girls. At least they weren’t sitting down.

You looked up into Midoriya’s green eyes and smiled. There was that small smile on his face as well, not anything like his grin. It was alluring enough to make the momentary forgotten heat flare up again.

“Hi there,” Midoriya greets you, and your smile broadens as his hand presses against the small of your back.

“Hi.” You say as you slip your hand into his free one.

Both of you don’t talk for a while as Midoriya moves you across the ballroom floor. The two of you seem to be gliding across ice. Each knowing each other so well that your steps match each other perfectly. Dancing with Midoriya was effortless, it was easy, and it was fun. You were not the greatest dancer, but somehow you turned out to be the very best with him gliding you across the floor.

A hum is then heard from your throat as he spins you, and you fall back into his arm. Only this time his hand presses your against his body. Your eyes flutter back up to his face. You had taken a comfortable position of laying your head against his shoulder.

“You alright?”

Midoriya nods his head, his jaw tightening as he leans in close, his lips brushing ever so soft against your ear.

“Your dress is doing something to me.” He whispers low into your ear.

A cunning smile extends onto your features as you fail to suppress it.

“What is she doing? I’ll tell her to stop.” You tease looking down at the shining jewelry between your breasts. The champagne color of your dress was truly memorizing.

“She’s making everyone look at you.” Midoriya sighs. The hot air of his exhales making goosebumps flash down your neck. “People wanting to know if you’re available for them. Asking me if we were still together as if that ring around your finger wasn’t enough to warrant them off.”

“Oh, who asked? Do I know them?” You ask, your lips pressing onto the sweet spot on Midoriya’s neck. The place where his jaw met his neck. “Because, if it was Bakugou, I may have to leave you.”

Midoriya snorts as you giggle against his skin.

Bakugou just was not someone he was jealous of or insecure about.

“Should we go ask him?” Midoriya purrs into your ear.

You swear that the pooling heat of your arousal is finally gracing your thighs. You pull away from Midoriya, a sly look to your eye as you pull him towards the ash-blond who is refusing to go and dance. “Let’s ask?”

You wave and smile as you approach Bakugou, Kirishima, and Todoroki. Midoriya squeezing his hand as his obvious embarrassment at you catching his fake. “Hi boys,” You say as you bring Midoriya next to you, nudging him into the free chair at the table. They all greet you back, of course not all were verbal welcomings. “Bakugou, I have a question--”

“Y/n!’

“-- can you watch Midoriya for me? I need to go use the restroom, and well, he’ll destroy the dance floor if left unattended like during high school?”

You don’t wait for a response, choosing instead to wave as you walk away towards the bathroom.

You grin as you pick up your wallet from your table, taking it with you to the restroom.

You walked into the nearest restroom. Staring at your reflection in the mirror for a solid minute before peeing. Flushing and washing your hands, you returned your gaze towards yourself. Then a brilliant idea flashed across your mind.

Your sex life with Midoriya Izuku was not vanilla.

But he would never ever attempt to get frisky in public even if he would tease you as he did earlier. It seemed like you were going to change that finally. Nodding to yourself, your fingers held onto the small pair of panties you wore with the dress. With firm fingers, you slide them down. Grabbing your wallet, you folded up the panties and shoved them in. They would go unnoticed there.

With a final nod of approval, you walked out of the restroom, head high, confidence emitting from your skin.

You were not going to leave without fucking Midoriya in the bathroom and that was final.

As you reentered the ballroom, your eyes focused on your fiance. Said fiance who was now by the drinks talking with Todoroki. Deciding to start things low, you took your phone and sent him a text message.

you: i forgot to mention this earlier, but i thought you looked very hot tonight…

Placing your things back onto the table, you grin as you watch Midoriya pull out his phone and checked the text. His cheeks flushing when Todoroki moved to read it. Midoriya waves him off repocketing his phone as he babbles off.

Oh, how you loved the fact that no matter how confident your fiance was, he was still the same fifteen-year-old high school boy you fell in love with.

You returned to the girls and continued on as if nothing was different.

Your behavior didn’t change, not even in the slightest! Well as long as you didn’t count the fact that you were looking back at your fiance every thirty seconds. Your heart rate racing as he was always looking at you, his green eyes locked on your figure as you danced about.

Midoriya had even come back and danced with you again for a few more songs. Each and every time resulting in you "accidentally" brushing yourself against his crotch. A needy whisper into his ear as he held you close. Hell, at one point your whispers had gotten to him so much that he tripped over his own feet after standing still for more than ten seconds.

How you saw it, you were ready to move on to the final nail in the coffin.

You sauntered over towards Midoriya who was standing with Iida. The two friends chatting as they drank. You smiled in greeting at Iida as your mouth immediately pressed against Midoriya’s ear. Your lips teasing his ear as you spoke.

“I forgot to mention this earlier, but I’m not wearing any panties…”

You pull away looking over at a confused Iida who looked ready to ask his questions, “No worries, Iida-kun! I was telling Midoriya that there were no more chocolate-covered strawberries.” You pout as Iida strikes up a conversation.

While you were paying attention to every word he was saying, Midoriya’s grip on your waist was intoxicating.

“Well, actually.” You interrupt Iida, your hand that was resting against Midoriya’s waist trailing down to his ass. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but I have to go use the restroom!”

You wave goodbye as you walk away praying that Midoriya would either follow you or understand what you meant. You were walking towards the furthest restroom. Something you only knew because Hagakure had complained about it being the one open when she had to pee.

Your eyes glanced behind you. Disappointment flooded your veins as you realized that you hadn’t succeeded. But you did need to check up on your makeup, it had been a bit hot on that dance floor.

Opening the bathroom door, you stepped in and you moved to turn it.

Before you succeeded, the door slammed open.

Your curly-haired fiance stepped in, his face set into an almost scowl as he closed the door as quickly as he had come in. The small click echoing in your ears as your heart rate picked back up. The heat between your thighs aflame as his lips are on yours suddenly. You don’t even have time to tease him about finally giving in.

Your hands don’t even have the time to fist themselves into his jacket as he picks you up. He roughly sets you onto the cold marble counter.

Your heart hammers in your ears as his lips are possessive, lusting, and intense. Your whimpers leaving your throat as his lips pepper down your neck. His teeth making contact with your flesh every so often.

“First, you’re wearing this voluptuous dress and you’re moving around as if you don’t even know it.” Your moan staggers out of your lips as his fingers run up and down the silk dress. “Next, the fucking body chain directing everyone’s eyes to your fucking tits? Are you a slut, y/n? Do you want everyone to be imagining your tits when they’re getting off? And now? You’re telling me you’re not wearing any panties? All night? You’ve been dancing around and moving… were you trying to expose yourself to everyone? Such a fucking whore...” His peppering kisses turn into hisses as his fingers reach your exposed thighs. The rings on his fingers cold against your skin and you arch into his touch. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re trying to get me to fuck you in public…”

You grin as you feel his fingers tease your slit as if trying to make you desperate to sink him into your aching heat.

“I’m sorry,” You moan as he begins to insert the tip of his finger into your wet pussy. You pull out his fingers from under your dress, a triumphant smirk on your face. “I need to fix my makeup. I have a beautiful fiancee waiting for me!”

Slipping off the counter you turn towards the door, unlocking it.

Before you can open it, Midoriya’s pressed sinfully against your back. His hand slamming on the door, and his hard cock rubbing deliciously into your ass. “I guess I’ll have to fucking remind you who you belong to, sweetheart.”

“I don’t belong to anyone.” You breathe as his teeth bite down on your earlobe.

“We’ll see whose name you’re praising to in a few minutes then,” Midoriya promises and you laugh. Your hand snaking behind you to grasp his dick.

“Maybe you’ll be the one moaning my name…”

His hand reaches back out to lock the door. “Unfortunately, only good girls can have their ideas heard.” He growls.

Your eyes widen as you’re back onto the counter. The green sparks of his quirk use making your mouth open in retaliation. He was cheating! However, he steals all words leaving your mouth as he sinks his two fingers into your blazed core.

The heat emitting from his fingers and the cold, cold metal of his rings makes your hands shoot out to hold him for support. A sensuous moan pouring from your mouth as his fingers pump into you. “Fuck, you’re so wet already.” Midoriya groans, his head tilting backward as his fingers move within your walls.

Your head drops back as he continues slamming his fingers within you. The temperature difference between your needy sex and the rings on his fingers is overwhelming.

“‘Zuku…” You gasp, your hips rolling in time with his fingers. “Ohhhh my god!”

“What’s wrong, angel?” Midoriya snickers, his fingers curling within you. Your jaw drops as the sensation build from within you. The rings drag against your inner walls, his fingernails teasing your walls as well. “Do you like my rings?”

Your breathing is so shaky, so irregular you can only nod your head as his fingers work their magic from within you.

“You’re so fucking wet, how long have you been craving me?” Midoriya groans as he moves the skirt of the dress from between your thighs. Revealing your wet throbbing sex to him. He lowers himself to the level of your cunt. His cold breathes of air hitting your heated sex in a way that made you sob. “You really like the cold, huh.” Midoriya chuckles as his hand reaches behind you to turn on the cold water.

His fingers disappear from within you, “Suck.” Midoriya commands you, his fingers thick with your arousal by your lips.

Your mouth opens and he inserts his fingers.

You moan as you taste yourself on his fingers. The salty taste you recognize as Midoriya’s skin overwhelming you. Your swirl your tongue against his fingers. Your cheeks hollowing as you suck every single last drop of your arousal off his fingers.

What you didn’t expect was for his other fingers on his left hand to enter you. They were clumsier, not as trained as his right hand, but the cold metal on the rings once again making you cry out in pleasure as he scissors his fingers.

“Such a naughty girl so worked up and all I’ve used is my fingers.” Midoriya clicks his tongue as he moves his fingers from your mouth. He places them into the running cold water. “Have I ever mentioned how fucking pretty you look with my fingers deep in your pussy?”

“‘Zuku!” You moan in embarrassment and pleasure. While his fingers were magical, you wanted more. You needed more. “P-please I just want your dick.” You mewl as the water turns off.

Your whine even more as his now cold and wet hand hits your heated inner thigh.

This was too much, the feeling of his fingers within your heat. The impossibly cold metal refusing to warm up within you. The desperation within you wanting Midoriya to do nothing but fuck you against this counter. You sit up straighter, your fuzzy mind clear as you unbuckle Midoriya’s belt. It undoes easily, and your mind spins as Midoriya enters his other fingers in you.

Your head drops back as you curse his name.

Four fingers are in you.

Four rings burning against your heated walls.

Your pussy throbs in the sensation as you pant.

“Please!” You cry as your hips rut against his moving fingers. Fighting through the hazy fog in your brain, your slip his pants off, the light fabric dropping to the floor. Your eyes lock on his constricted underwear and your breathing quickens.

You gasp as his fingers leave your sopping cunt as they hook around his underwear. You watch in aching pleasure as his cock springs out, and your thighs tremble at the sight of him. Midoriya has you pinned against the wall. His mouth leaving kisses down your neck. His hot tongue gliding against the metal links on your chest and you moan.

“I can’t believe I’ve been too afraid to do this earlier.” He chuckles against your wet skin. Your eyes shut closed as he pushes his cock into your waiting pussy. The veins in his cock applying more friction to his entrance and you whine. “I’m going to fuck you so well.”

“Yes!”

Midoriya smirks, and his hips pull out slightly before ramming into you. His cock bottoming out into you.

His pace is demanding, your body already very used to what he can do with his length.

Your fingers grabbed onto his flexing biceps and held onto them for dear life as he slammed himself into you. Your hips met his with every thrust, rolling against him, the actions encouraging him to speed up. A small pant escaping his mouth as he picks up his speed.

Your cries aren’t unnoticed as Midoriya presses his mouth against yours, his lips hungry and choppy over your owns. You gasp louder as a particular thrust catches you off guard in terms of speed. Midoriya grins against your mouth, his tongue tracing your bottom lip. Your fingers drag against the fabric of his jacket, how you wished it was your skin he could touch.

“What would we do if someone caught you like this?” Midoriya teases, his breathing heavy against your mouth.

“T-They’d catch you all the same!” You squeak as your pussy clenches against his moving cock. Midoriya curses as well, his face moving to bury into your neck as he continues rocking into you.

He adjusts your position by dragging you against the wall and you moan at the new angle of penetration. The new rhythm making your toes curl against your heels. Uncaring that your makeup will ruin, you grabbed Midoriya by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. He kissed you back, the same intense fire in this kiss as every single one. Pushing off the wall your arms wrap around his tensed shoulder and you sink your teeth into the flesh of his neck.

Midoriya curses. The words sending butterflies to your stomach as he bounces you harsher against his length.

Up and down.

Faster.

Up and down.

Harder.

Your cries are almost unnoticed against his mouth and stumble as he places you back on your feet. His hands spin you around and your chest is pressed against the cold marble. You splutter as Midoriya lifts the skirt of your dress and thrusts his cock back into your aching cunt. “I think for someone so desperate to fuck in public, you definitely are not secretive enough to do this.” Midoriya chuckles as his hips continue to slam into you.

Your hands press into the counter, your ass moving back in synch with his crashing hips. Your whines are louder now, no longer drowned out by Midoriya.

“If you wanted me so badly, we could have left early.” Midoriya teases as his hands slide down your thighs.

“I -- fuck -- I didn’t want to leave!” You cry out. Your cunt felt like it was on fire, the crashing waves of pleasure overpowering you. “Go harder, oh god ‘Zuku, don’t fucking stop!”

Midoriya’s hands trailed back up your thighs and as the tip of his cock slams against your back of your walls. His cold fingers press against your throbbing clit. A sharp sob escapes your mouth as you arch off the counter.

Your sobs are constant now, the electrifying pleasure stirring your nerves.

You were so damn close.

“Hey, is y/n okay? Is she crying?” A voice, sounding like Mina asks.

You squeak and Midoriya’s free hand muffles your voice as he shoves his fingers into your mouth.

“S-She’s just a bit sick,” Midoriya calls, his voice smoothing over. “She got a little emotional and started throwing up, she’s okay now.”

Your saliva flows down his fingers, you’re unable to contain your fluids. But despite this, Midoriya continues in his conquest. Your pussy clenching around his cock as you whimper.

“Ah, okay! Do you need me to get some water?”

“Please?”

“On it!”

Midoriya pulls his fingers from your mouth, a snarl in his tone as he speaks to you. “Almost getting caught, sweetheart, that would be embarrassing.”

“P-Please, Izuku, I’m so fucking -- oh my fucking god -- I’m so close!” You splutter, your legs trembling under his control.

“Then come.” He growls, his fingers pinching your clit.

An overwhelming pleasure crashes through you. Your body trembling against his hold as he continues slamming into you. He chases your orgasm, shifting you further against the counter to allow him to speedily crash into you.

His cock stretches you out in a new way, the bulging veins on his cock rubbing a fire against your walls. Midoriya fucks you barbarously, his fingers clenching your ass as you come apart for him. Midoriya, unable to keep a secure head on his shoulder, loses himself within you. His hips snapping forward one last time. A heavy load shooting into your throbbing cunt.

Shaky breathing fills the air as he pulls out of you.

You whine at the lack of him within you, and your knees buckle as he steps back. You hold yourself against the counter as you pant, desperate to find your air again. A whimper on your tongue as you feel your combine cum seeping from your clenching pussy.

“That was amazing.” Midoriya chuckles as he slips back his underwear and pants. You can only watch him through heavy lids as he buckles his belt. “I’ll go find Mina, I think you need to fix your makeup for real now.” He teases as he presses a kiss to your mouth.

“You have my lipstick on your lips…” You mutter as he pulls away.

“I carry around makeup wipes with me for you.” Midoriya chuckles as he pulls out his packet of them. You can only watch with an open mouth as he rubs your lipstick off his mouth and neck. “Now, I have to go find Mina, bye my love!”

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The Blimp Date - deviantart

I couldn’t believe it. I had a date set up with a guy who was so far out of my league it was insane. Not that I wasn’t attractive enough, I had striking dark eyes, high cheekbones, and an angular jaw, which combined with my pale skin and chestnut brown hair made me rather striking, but I was small. I was barely 5’7”, and a skinny but toned 125 lbs. The guy I had been chatting with online though was a different story. From the photos he had sent me he looked like a bodybuilder, with large toned pecs and biceps, and he told me he was 6 and a half feet tall. On top of that he had a face like a fashion model and piercing blue eyes. He told me his name was Rob, and for some reason this stud wanted to go on a date with little me. He even called a car to take me to his house before we went out. I was sure once he realized how small and awkward I was he wouldn’t be interested in another date, but I couldn’t pass this up. A black Mercedes pulled up outside my house and soon I was on the way to Rob’s to meet this gorgeous man. Rob lived along the shoreline in a stunning mansion overlooking the beach. I couldn’t believe it as the car dropped me off. On top of his looks this guy had to me a multi-millionaire. I even googled him to see if maybe he was a secretive movie star that I hadn’t heard of, or maybe he was just a rich old man catfishing me with pictures of someone else’s pictures, but I couldn’t find anything. I took a deep breath, walked up to the magnificent oceanfront mansion and rang the bell. Within seconds the door swung open. Rob hadn’t been lying. I think I actually gasped when he opened the door. Standing before me was the most beautiful man I had ever seen in person. He was definitely over 6’6” tall and had muscles that looked like a Greek sculpture. He had round firm pecs projecting out from his chest, bulging cannonball biceps, a washboard set of abs and thighs that looked like they could crush rocks. I looked up at his stunningly handsome face and felt his laser-like blue eyes sear into me, and his lush red lips immediately turned up into a slight smile. He was also wearing only an ultra-light bathrobe, which was totally open in the front, and light blue briefs. The bulge in his briefs was almost obscene, it looked like he had a coke can and two plums in his underwear. It was hard for me not to stare. “Glad you made it!” The stunning man quickly said, and he pulled me in for a hug. My eyes were barely at the same level as the base of his enormous bulging pecs. “H-h-hi,” I stammered as I pulled back away. I didn’t even know how to react. “Well come in silly!” Rob replied, and turned and led me into the huge house. I followed him through a massive ornate foyer and into a living room in the back. The room had a cathedral ceiling and huge windows that looked out onto the ocean. Where there weren’t windows there were also huge mirrors, even on the ceiling. “I’m not quite ready to go out yet,” Rob smirked, gesturing to his almost-naked body, “but can I make you a drink?” “Sure,” I replied, and he disappeared into the kitchen for a minute. He came back with two drinks, what looked like a vodka for himself and a pink fruity drink in a martini glass for me. “It’s my specialty,” he said and winked as I took my first sip. The pink drink had an odd flavor, almost like bubblegum, and it made my throat and mouth tingle as I sipped it. We sat on the couch next to each other and made small talk. I told him about my boring job at an ad agency, and he explained to me that he had made most of his money in biotech research. “My company is redefining the limits of the human potential,” he said proudly. It was still difficult for me not to stare at the massive bulge in his briefs as he talked, but his face was so striking I managed to maintain eye contact. His light blonde hair was styled perfectly, and he had a little sexy stubble. His jawline looked like it had been carved from granite, and his muscular neck was even wider than his head.

Then he rested his massive hand on my slender thigh, and began to massage me as we talked. I gulped, and he laughed. “Don’t be nervous,” he chuckled as he stared me down. There was a predatory look in his eyes, hot as he was it was almost a little scary. This massively strong and powerful man had me totally alone in his remote mansion. Then he shifted his hand up to my crotch. I gasped again. He rubbed my package through my jeans as he planted his lips against mine. He held my shoulders as his massively wide and muscular body totally enveloped me. His tongue dove into my mouth as his stubble brushed against my cheeks and I smelled the gorgeous musk of this man flood my nostrils. I had never had a kiss like this, it was like making out with a god and my dick was suddenly harder than it had ever been. After a couple minutes he broke off the kiss and stared into my eyes. “You like that, little man?” he asked. “You’re amazing,” I stammered back. He laughed, and moved my hand down to his own crotch. I couldn’t believe it. Rob’s massive cock had boned up to at least a foot long and wider than a coke can. I looked down and saw it fighting to burst free of his straining briefs. It was terrifying and unbelievably sexy at the same time. Even his balls had gotten bigger, each now the size of an apple and mostly visible as his underwear was pushed aside. I rubbed my hand up and down his massive shaft, feeling it pulse and vibrate as it leaked precum like a faucet. I pulled the massive instrument out of his tortured underwear and leaned in to lick his head. It was so wide I couldn’t even get the whole tip in my mouth. Rob still moaned though as I sucked and rubbed him. Then suddenly he pulled back and stood up. He stood up in front of me so his massive erect dick was right at my eye level. He put his hands on his hips and said something I did not expect. “Am I big enough for you?” the stud asked bluntly? “What?” I was so confused. “Am I big enough? I feel too small for you to be interested.” “You must be joking,” I replied, “you’re at least a foot taller than me, over twice my weight, and look like you’d qualify for Mr. Olympia. You’re huge!” I was actually worried that he had some weird macro fetish and only liked me because I was so small. What if he only dated little guys in order to make himself feel bigger? “I just don’t know,” Rob replied, “let me try something.” He walked to a small cabinet at the end of the couch and came back with four objects. The first two were obvious, a big dildo and a bottle of lube, the others confused me, there was a length of rubber tubing and what looked like a small air tank. “Uuuuuh, what’s all this?” I asked. “You’ll see!” Said Rob excitedly. He inserted the end of the rubber tubing into the big dildo which was apparently hollow, and poured a generous amount of lube onto it. Then he pulled down the remains of his briefs and forced the dildo up inside his bubbly muscled ass. Last he connected the rubber tubing to the small air tank. “What the hell is this about??” I asked totally confused. I was suddenly realizing that this whole date might be some elaborate prank. “You’re acting ridiculous!” “Just watch,” said Rob with a big grin on his gorgeous face. Then he took a deep breath and switched open the air tank. There was silence in the room except for the hiss of the air tank. Rob stared at me with a huge grin and I looked back totally dumbfounded. Then I saw it happening. I wasn’t sure at first, I thought it couldn’t be happening, but it definitely was. Rob was getting bigger. “Holy shit.” I muttered as a watched Rob’s body expanding before my eyes. The muscles in his arms were swelling with power, his pecs were plumping up, even his washboard eight pack stomach was distending, and I could see his bubble butt getting even rounder in a mirror across the room. “How is this even possible?!” I yelled.

Rob laughed and flexed his massive cannonball biceps as they slowly inflated even bigger, “remember I told you I work with biomedical technology,” he said. “Expanding the male body is a pet project of mine.” He flexed again and the light bathrobe totally burst off his swelling muscular body leaving him totally naked before me. “This is unbelievable,” I muttered unable to take my eyes off him, “You better believe it little man!” Rob replied as he rubbed his belly which was starting to actually get round like a roid gut. “In fact, it feels so good I think you should try it,” he said looking at me like a hulking wolf about to eat its prey. “Uuuh that’s okay!” I yelled back, “I know I’m small but I’m happy with my body. I don’t need to get inflated with an air hose in my ass!” He then took a step closer to me so his swelling cock was right in my face. It was now almost as big as a two liter bottle and looked even more menacing. His head had grown as big as a grapefruit and his slit pointed straight at me. It was almost like looking down the barrel of a shotgun. “I didn’t say anything about another air hose,” Rob smirked, and poured lube onto his inhumanly massive member. In a panic I suddenly realized what he meant. I needed to run away. This man was insane. But suddenly his hand clamped down hard on my scrawny arm. His other arm ripped my belt off in a single motion, tugged my jeans and briefs down, and began teasing my hole with a massive finger. “No no no no no!!!” I yelped as he effortlessly lifted me up to his eye level. Rob was no longer the beautiful athlete who had greeted me at the door, he had grown into a Hulk and I was at this monster’s mercy. “Get ready to see stars,” Rob taunted and I felt his massive greasy 16” cock push between my legs and up against my tight little ass. “I can’t take that!” I yelled panicking and kicking. “Oh yes you will,” said the expanding man, and I realized I was truly powerless to stop him. Rob looked straight into my eyes as he held me up, and then in one swift motion he slammed me down onto his swollen cock. He and I both yelled. It was the most intense sensation I have ever felt. I think I blacked out for a few seconds. It felt as if his shaft was filling my entire torso. I should be dead I thought, he must be tearing me apart with this enormous tool. But suddenly I realized I wasn’t in pain at all, and it actually was starting to feel amazing. I could feel Rob continuing to expand inside of me as he pumped my body up and down like a sex doll. But I didn’t feel like I was being ripped to pieces, all I felt was a tingling sensation and waves of orgasmic pleasure. “How am I taking this?!” I moaned. Rob chuckled, “Enjoy your pink drink? It helped prep you for this.” I realized he had drugged me with some scientific compound so I could survive his inflated cock. This must have been his plan all along. Actually it wasn’t that bad, I was really starting to enjoy being fucked by this hulking monster. Without the fear of being torn apart this was like a fantasy come true. Then suddenly I felt a new sensation. The pressure around his dick in my abdomen got even tighter. “Are you cumming?” I asked almost disappointed. Rob laughed, “nowhere near.” I then realized that Rob had stopped growing, his chest and arms were no longer bulking up and his belly wasn’t getting any rounder. I was confused since I could still hear the hissing of the tank. Then I looked down at my own cock. My dick had been a small but decent 5” when hard. I had always wished for a bigger package but figured it just wasn’t possible for me. But when I looked down at my cock after five minutes of being fucked by Rob I was shocked. It was huge. Not like Rob’s monster but now at least 8” and so wide that when I tried to reach my hand around it I didn’t even come close. My balls had also swollen up to the size of ripe oranges. Rob saw the surprise in my eyes and smirked. “Nice package little man.”

I was both excited and alarmed that my cock and balls had grown so much bigger. “H- ho- how is this happening?” I stammered but soon I realized that my flat toned stomach was bulging out too. At first I thought it was Rob’s tool expanding inside me but I suddenly realized that my whole body was puffing up. It wasn’t just my cock, my chest was pushing out, and my arms and legs were tingling as they began expanding too. “Looks like you’re bulking up there,” teased Rob as he continued to pump his dick deep inside of me. I could see in the mirrors around the room that I was actually starting to look fat. I was totally panicked but I realized what was happening. “Holy shit. You’re blowing me up with your cock.” I said in a low voice. “Exactly!” Yelled Rob laughing “My dick is pumping you up like a big gassy balloon! All the gas inside of me right now is being forced into your tight ass.” I moaned. This wasn’t possible. I couldn’t be here in this massive stranger’s house being inflated with a giant prick. But another look down at my swelling chest proved me wrong. My pecs looked like rising bread dough, and they were getting wider by the second. “Yeah that’s it little man,” said Rob, “Blow up nice and big for me. Feel the gas pumping into you, stretching you, rounding you out. I’m gonna make you huge.” “Fuuuuuuck.” I groaned as my body expanded to the size of an obese man, but I didn’t look fat. I just looked round and puffy. The shirt I had been wearing had now ridden up above my plump man tits and I could hear threads snapping as it was losing the battle with my distended body. The remains of my shirt now totally burst off of me, and I was totally naked on Rob’s cock. In the mirrors I could see I was now the size of a world champion Sumo wrestler. My cock was pulsing and it looked like it was now well over a foot long and as wide as a football. Even so, a couple minutes later and I couldn’t even see it since my belly was now bigger than an extra large exercise ball. “Yeah that’s it,” smirked Rob, “You’re my balloon, and balloons have to get bigger. Now swell big boy.” He then set me back down on the couch, I barely balanced on it since my back was rounding out too, but he set me firmly between some cushions, and rotated me back so my weather balloon sized ass was pointing up in the air towards him. He placed his hands on my bloated belly and continued slamming his cock into my swollen ass. I could feel Rob having to adjust his fingers as my body expanded. He grunted and moaned as I blew up bigger and bigger with every thrust of his hips. Then his breathing got faster, and he began to moan. As Rob came I felt my inflation kick into overdrive. I expanded as if I had been hooked up to an industrial gas pump. I actually worried I might just explode from the incredible pressure he was pumping into me. But within a couple minutes he stopped thrusting his hips and the air tank ran out. Rob was panting as he stood back to look at what he had created. He himself was now back down to the size he had been when he had opened the door for me, all the gas that had been pumped into his ass was now inside of me. I realized I was now taller than he was, and my waistline now had to be around twenty feet. I wasn’t totally spherical, but I looked like a massive caricature of an obese man. My arms and legs were bloated fat cones which I could barely move. My man tits were big fluffy pillows that pushed up on my chin. My cock was now significantly bigger and fatter than Rob’s had been when I arrived, and my balls were like melons. My ass was like two oversized exercise balls behind me, and my entire body was dominated by my tight round turgid belly. I reached down to touch it just to be sure it was still me, it was unreal to suddenly be this big and full of air. I was stunned. “Well now it’s time for our date!” Suddenly exclaimed Rob. “Wha- you can’t be serious?” I said, “I can’t move like this!” “Nonsense,” he replied, and stood me up on my feet. “You’re not a sphere, you can still waddle yourself.”

I realized I couldn’t say no to him, so I tried taking two steps forward. It was incredibly difficult and I could see how foolish I looked in the mirrors. The fattest man in history trying to waddle across the room. Then I tripped and rolled right onto my enormous gut. Rob couldn’t stop laughing but he rolled me back up, “Don’t worry big guy, you’ll get the hang of it. Now let’s get you dressed!” Rob then went to another room and came back a couple minutes later with a huge pink spandex bodysuit. “I think you’ll look pretty good in this!” He said. “You still can’t be serious,” I responded, but he wasn’t kidding. He made me step into the suit and then pulled it slowly and strenuously up over my massive body. I felt the pressure inside me increase as the suit squeezed me. I looked like a pink bubblegum bubble, almost totally round, with puffy limbs and a big bloated bulge in my crotch. It was almost more humiliating than just being a naked balloon. Now I just looked like a toy as much as I felt like one. I was worried though that if I didn’t do what he wanted he would blow me up even bigger. “Perfect! You look beautiful!” Rob then disappeared back to the other room to get dressed himself. He came back wearing a skintight blue tank top and stretchy white athletic shorts. He finished the look off with leather boots. “How do I look?” He taunted as he posed for me. His cock and balls were totally visible in his shorts and the fabric rode up deep into his muscled ass. I cursed myself for suddenly feeling turned on again, but this man was just so damn hot. “Okay! Time to go!” He said. I groaned, but realized I had no choice. I waddled slowly after him and out the front door of his mansion. Outside there was a large black van waiting. Rob opened the trunk and gestured for me to enter. Fortunately it was wide enough that he didn’t have trouble squeezing my round form in. Before he shut the van’s doors however he paused, leaned over my balloon belly, and looked me straight in the eye. “You better not get any ideas about calling for help while we’re out.” He said looking menacing, “I’ve blown you up with my science and I’m the only one with a formula that can deflate you. If you run screaming for help you’ll escape me, but you’ll still be a balloon forever. Be a nice blimp for me tonight and I’ll think about deflating you when we get back.” I think I actually whimpered. He winked at me, poked my inflated belly, and then slammed the van’s doors shut and we were off. I was at his mercy. When he parked and opened the doors again I could hear music, and realized we were in a hip part of downtown with lots of bars and clubs. I realized lots of people were about to be staring at my enormous body, and there was even a risk someone might recognize me. Rob pulled my distended body out of the van and looked me over. “Very nice.” He said, “Let’s go!” And we walked into a nearby bar with flashing lights and blaring music. Fortunately the bar had double doors so I could waddle myself in, buy every eye in the place turned to look at us. I heard people murmuring and looking us over. I was so embarrassed my face turned bright pink, almost matching my bodysuit. Rob however looked like he was having a great time, and escorted me up to the bar. I just stared straight ahead, not wanting to look at anyone, but feeling hundreds of eyes on my weather-balloon ass. Suddenly I turned and saw Paul walk in. Paul and I had dated for a few months three years earlier, but had spilt up since he just didn’t seem that interested in me. Now he was at the same bar as me and Rob, and was just a few feet away from the pink blimp that was my body. I thought maybe he wouldn’t notice me, but how could anyone not notice the muscle stud in the slut outfit with the fattest man anyone had ever seen. I saw his eyes settle on my belly, then dip down to the gigantic bulge below it, and finally raise his gaze up to my head. At first he didn’t react, but then he did a double take, and I knew it was over.

“Holy shit it is you!” Paul practically yelled running over to me. He had always been a few inches taller than me, but now I towered a foot over him. “How the hell! What happened to you man?! You’re huge!” “Well – I-I-I’ve put on some weight… decided I liked being thicker.” I hesitantly responded. “Thicker?!” Paul replied, “You’re the biggest dude I’ve ever seen now! It looks like someone shoved an air hose into your ass and blew you up like a parade balloon on Thanksgiving!” With that Rob turned around to look at Paul, he smiled and put his arm around me. “Yup,” Rob chimed in, “I like to keep my big boyfriend nice and full. He was such a shrimp when I met him. Now he’s my big sexy man.” And he leaned in to kiss me passionately. “Damn! This is your boyfriend?” Paul said looking at Rob, “Well man I guess if I guy this hot asked me to get fat as hell I’d say yes too.” “Yup.” I replied, “Can’t say no to him.” “Well have a good one then man,” Said Paul turning to leave, “but careful you don’t get too big, I don’t want to hear about you exploding!” With that he poked me in my big pink belly and walked off into the crowd. I sighed. “Well that was fun,” said Rob, “Would my big balloon boy like a drink?” “Yes please,” I sighed. At least alcohol could make this situation ever so slightly easier to tolerate. Rob then turned to the bar to grab some fruity drinks for us. My arms were too blimped up for me to be able to reach my face so Rob poured the drink into my mouth. “Down the hatch!” he teased as I gulped the drink down. I felt the comforting sensation of booze pass through my body and actually relaxed a little. But then I felt a different sensation. A tingling and a pressure deep inside me. “Oh no, you didn’t.” I pleaded, “Did you spike my drink with something?” Rob couldn’t hide his grin. “Just a little something! A very slow releasing gas formula. No one will even notice. Now let’s just chat and enjoy ourselves.” Shit, now I was going to get even bigger in the bar. We just talked for a little while. Well, he talked and I listened. He told me about his time studying biology at his university, he told me about other guys he had dated, and even some of the science in the formula that had allowed him to pump me up into a living balloon. All the while he talked I felt my body slowly swelling, as more and more gas was released from the substance he’d made me drink. I felt my bloated limbs getting even shorter as my body became rounder and rounder. Soon I figured, I would just be a ball with a head hands and feet. Suddenly, other patrons started noticing that the enormously fat dude in the pink was blowing up. “Oh my god he’s getting bigger!” I heard one guy say. “I’m worried he’ll pop!” Added another, and one more yelled out “I didn’t know humans could get fatter so fast! What did he eat??? “I guess it’s time to go,” sighed Rob, and gestured for me to waddle out. But now I couldn’t even waddle. My body had blown up so big only my taint now sat on the floor, my feet wiggled helplessly in the air a foot above the ground. “Oh fuck,” Rob said, and stepped over to roll me onto my swollen belly. “You weren’t supposed to become totally round while we were still in the bar.” With that he began rolling me out of the bar. The other people gasped but watched mostly in stunned silence as he rolled me like the 8’ ball that he had turned me into. Suddenly, as he rolled me there was a snapping and tearing noise. With a snap my pink spandex bodysuit burst off of me, leaving me totally naked and almost totally round “Damn that’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen!” Yelled one patron. “How is he even human!?” yelled another. They were transfixed by my cock which was now larger than a fire hydrant with balls the size of watermelons.

“He’s a big boy all over,” winked Rob as he rolled me towards the double doors. Only this time I didn’t quite fit through them. I became stuck in the doorframe as my body had blown up too wide. Fortunately a couple strong men in the bar helped Rob push me, and after a couple tries I popped out like a wine cork. Then Rob was rolling me back towards the big van so we could go home. Back at the house Rob squeezed me out of the van, which I was about to burst out of, and rolled me back up into the house. I was back in the room where I had first been blown up, only now I was even bigger, and totally round. Then I felt Rob roll me onto my back and insert a large dildo into my ass. “Oh no.” “Oh yes,” Rob replied, “you’re not nearly big enough to be my bed balloon yet, and he turned on an air tank, connected to an air hose, connected to the dildo in my ass. Immediately I began expanding again. The pressure inside me increased as even more gas pushed my round body to unprecedented size. Rob then vaulted on top of my spherical ballooning body and looked right in my face. “That’s it,” he said rubbing my taut smooth skin, “Blow up even bigger for me. Let yourself become my balloon, without a care in the world except getting bigger and pleasuring me.” I could see myself in the mirror on the ceiling. It looked like Rob was shrinking as my body expanded bigger and wider. I could see my cock was swelling up now even faster. It had to be over five feet long now, and the python was as wide as an obese man. My balls were now at least as big as overblown yoga balls. The pressure in my junk was so intense I felt like the tiniest touch could cause me to orgasm … or explode. It occurred to me that my dick was now bigger that I had been when I first came into this house. I looked up at Rob, “So will you deflate me and return me to normal tomorrow?” I asked hopefully? He laughed, “Oh I forgot! I was totally bluffing earlier. There’s no way to deflate you once you’re this size, big guy. You’re gonna be my blimp forever now, so you better get used to this life.” And with that he kissed my bloated lips and squeezed my taught flesh as hard as he could. For a second I didn’t worry about having been permanently turned into a balloon. Kissing him was still the most pleasurable thing I had ever experienced. Within moments of him ending the kiss though, the beautiful blonde man was asleep on my distended chest. Forever. This was forever. The realization suddenly set in. I was never going to be deflated. I was never going to walk or run again. I was Rob’s inflatable play toy, and I would be forever at his mercy. Could I ever get used to being this monstrous blimp? I fell asleep just as the tank ran out of gas, leaving me a 12’ tall balloon with a forty foot waistline. I dreamed I was thin again. I dreamed I had my little slim body back, and I was running on the beach. I was a twink again. I could touch my toes, and run and jump, and swim as I looked out over the water. Suddenly on the ocean horizon there was a large shape rising out of the water. I was afraid as it got bigger and bigger and loomed closer and closer. I wanted to run away but I was petrified there on the beach, and I couldn’t escape this massive shape. But then I realized, I was the shape. It was morning and I was waking up, and the terrifying shape rising out of the ocean in my dream was the horizon of my own inflated body. “Fuck.” I muttered. Then I felt hands rolling me around. The world spun again as my round body pivoted so now my head was facing down at Rob. But it wasn’t just Rob Standing next to Rob was another man. This guy was also naked and every bit as tall, muscular, gorgeous, and hung as Rob. “Hey!” The second guy greeted me, “I’m Terry!” “Who are you?” I asked. “I’m Rob’s partner! In life and in business,” Terry laughed, “you don’t think he owns this house and figured out all this science by himself do you?!”

The two of them then embraced in a passionate kiss. “I have to say, you did a really nice job blowing this boy up.” Terry said to Rob as both of their foot-long cocks swelled up into hard boners. “Did you bring the others back?” Rob asked his lover. “Yep, they’re all out by the beach,” replied Terry gesturing outside. “Perfect,” Said Rob, and he opened the huge sliding glass doors at the back of the room. The two of them then rolled me outside towards their pool and the beach. Outside I suddenly looked up and was amazed. Floating over the beach were at least ten balloons, but they were all very clearly inflated men. They had to each be around twenty feet tall and sixty feet around, with cocks the size of vans and balls bigger than individual Sumo wrestlers. They all just floated there in the breeze, tethered to weights in the sand. These men were actual helium balloons, lighter than air and pressurized to the max. “You ready?” I heard Rob yell. I looked back down and realized that he and Terry were now both carrying large helium tanks and had rubber hoses snaking into their muscly asses. Already they looked bloated up like off season bodybuilders. “Let’s do this!” Yelled Terry as Rob boosted him up on his shoulders so he could climb up onto my belly. Terry was already pretty inflated, and I could see the rubber hose in his butt snaking down to the tank on the ground. Terry then climbed so he was right in front of my face, and pointed his inflating cock right at my mouth. He stroked the massive member and whispered to me, “You’ll never be big enough.” With that he slammed his cock into my mouth and forced it down my throat until my nose almost touched his abs. Immediately, I felt gas pouring out of his body and into me Seconds later I felt Rob slam himself into my ass. The flow of helium into me doubled and I inflated faster than I ever had before. The feeling of their two cocks in me, blowing me up to unbelievable size, was so orgasmic I almost passed out. No sex had ever come close to feeling like this. I heard Terry whispering, “Yeah that’s it boy. Swell for me. Expand into the blimp you’ve always wanted to be. You’re our balloon, and balloons do one thing for their masters and that’s blow up.” I realized this was true. As the two studs pumped me full of helium with their massive cocks I realized, I’m just a balloon now. The only thing I have to worry about as a balloon is getting blown up, and being blown up feels so good I never want it to end. Suddenly Rob and Terry both began to moan, and at the same time they both blew their loads into me. I expanded so fast in that moment I thought I might actually explode. I was delirious, it felt so good. The pressure was unbelievable but I didn’t want to stop inflating. Terry then pulled himself out of my mouth and stepped back. He was deflated back to his normal muscular size, but standing on the vast hemisphere of my body he looked so small now. “Fuck you’re huge,” muttered Terry, and jumped off my body into the pool below. As soon as he was off of me I began to slowly rise up above the ground. I quickly stopped since Rob had apparently tied a rope around one of my feet, but he gradually let it out until I was the same height as the other ballooned men. I also realized I was a bit bigger than most of them, and actually felt kind of proud about that. “See you later!” Rob yelled, “We’re having a beach party this afternoon and you’ll all provide excellent shade for all our guests!” And the two of them headed back into the mansion I was dazed, inflated like an actual blimp, and floating helplessly among other human balloons. Then one of them, with a cute face, red hair and blue eyes looked over at me. “Hey man!” he said, “How’s it feeling?” “Hey, umm, okay I guess,” I replied, “I can’t believe this is my life now, but fuck… inflating like that felt so good.”

The redhead balloon laughed, “You’ll get used to it after a while. It’s actually a pretty nice way to live, all fat and puffy and carefree.” A couple other balloons laughed and nodded as well. “I was Rob’s first boyfriend,” the redhead added, “we were dating at school when he, well he tested some new formulas on me, and suddenly I was the size of a Volkswagen. But don’t worry Rob and Terry take good care of their blimps.” I smiled. I was starting to think it wouldn’t take me that long to get used to life as a big gassy balloon.

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thekingslover · 4 years

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(popstar!cas/fanboy!dean part 6/7; read parts 1/2/3/4/5 or on ao3)

“I love you, Dean Winchester,” Cas says, much much later, when they are next to each other in bed. The lights are off, the sun’s setting over the trees through the window, and the warm glow of dusk sparkles in Cas’s eyes.

Dean’s blissed out and exhausted. They’d talked about this, and he planned. But nothing in his wildest imagination prepared him for the real thing. The real incredible joy of having this perfect man in his bed.

Still, he fights off sleep, heart squeezing, remembering the last time Cas was here. He’d promised he wouldn’t just leave again, no matter how cute Dean looks asleep, but a curl of dread lingers in his bones. Remembering. Always, remembering.

“I love you,” Cas whispers.

Dean has his head on Cas’s chest. He’s counting the strong steady heartbeats beneath his ear. Cas runs his fingers through Dean’s hair, soothing.

Stay awake, he commands himself, as his eyes drift closed.

When he opens them again, the sun is bright and the bed beside him is empty.

“Cas?” Dean says. Then louder, “Cas?”

He crawls out of bed and throws on a pair of boxers. He’s in the hall, around the corner. Is there a taxi? Maybe Dean can catch him this time. He has the front door half open when -

Behind him.

Soft talking.

Dean closes the door. He swivels on his bare heels and storms toward the kitchen.

Sam’s leaning against the counter, holding a bowl of cereal, spoon lifted halfway to his mouth.

Across from him, near the fridge, stands Cas in one of Dean’s t-shirts and a pair of soft pajama pants. The coffee mug in his hands reads World’s Best Brother.

“Oh. Hello, Dean.” Cas gives him a soft, secret smile that makes Dean warm all over.

He didn’t leave. He’s here. He’s in the kitchen. Talking to Sam.

And everything’s okay.

Sam stares at the ceiling. “Dean. Could you please put on some pants?”

They have a great visit. And when Cas has to go to the airport, Dean drives him, helps get his luggage out of the car, and then kisses him goodbye.

Dean rides the high of their visit for a full two days. Then they run out of milk. Dean stops on the way home from the garage to get a jug and a few other groceries. Only one checkout line is open, and the lady in front of him decides to pay with a check.

It’s okay. He’s not in any real hurry.

In boredom, he scans over the magazines in the checkout aisle.

He drops the milk.

WHO IS CASTIEL’S SECRET HOOKUP? the headline reads, on one of the tabloid magazines. And there, right beneath it, is a close up of Dean’s face. It’s fuzzy, like taken from a distance and blown up. A smaller picture beside it shows Dean and Cas in Dean’s front yard, arms around each other, deep in their kiss.

It’s fine, he reasons, as he grabs the whole stack so no one else will see. Except the cashier who looks at the magazine, and then up at Dean. “No way,” she says, and Dean leaves it, leaves everything. He goes to his car and drives home.

“You get the milk?” Sam asks when Dean walks through the door. He looks up, sees Dean, and concern etches across his face. “Dean? What happened?”

“I...” He can’t explain it, really. He knew it would happen, someday. Cas was ultra famous. They couldn’t be together without Dean being pulled into the limelight at least once. But he thought it would be under different circumstances. Controlled, somehow. They’d talked about it. Cas was going to take him to an awards show. They’d wear suits and hold hands.

“This is Dean Winchester,” Cas would say. “My boyfriend.”

They didn’t talk about this.

“Sit down.” Sam guides Dean to the couch. “What happened?”

“I don’t...”

“Breathe,” Sam urges.

Dean tries. “They got my picture.”

Only it’s worse. Because later, after watching the news - “Something to distract you,” Sam says - Sam goes to the bathroom and the celebrity gossip show comes on. The top story?

“We’ve got the scoop from an inside source,” says the host. “All you could ever want to know about pop star Castiel’s new secret lover, Dean Winchester.”

Inside source?

Sam comes back from the bathroom, sees the show, whitens, and rushes for remote to change the channel.

“Leave it,” Dean says, because whoever is talking to these shows about his life, he wants to know.

Their “source” if a fifty year old guy with a British accent who Dean has never seen before in his life. He gives a list of Dean’s personal details - his birthday, his sign, his job. Too much time is spent describing his appearance.

“Who is that?” Sam asks. Dean shrugs.

“Honestly, he works hard,” this guy says. “But he’s a lousy mechanic.”

“Hey!” Dean hops to his feet.

The guy’s expression turns grim. “I don’t think he’s worthy of our Castiel. But I’m sure Castiel sees that too. We have no reason to assume this is more than a fling.”

Anger turns to ice, and Dean sits back down.

Sam flips off the television. “Don’t listen to a word of that garbage.”

Dean nods.

When Cas calls that night, before he even says, Hello, he says, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Dean says.

“We wanted to do this differently. They must have followed me.”

“I was surprised,” Dean says. “But...” For Cas, he’d do anything. “It’s okay. I’ll figure it out.”

I don’t think he’s worthy of our Castiel.

“We will figure it out. Together,” Cas says, and Dean lets out the breath he hadn’t realized he held. “I love you, Dean.”

“I... I know, Cas.”

The next day is worse. Strangers come up to him on the street. Most of them are okay, asking if he’s really that guy, if he really knows Cas. Dean gives them vague answers. Some ask for selfies. Dean shies away. Only a few say he’s not good enough for Cas. Dean walks away without a word.

But its those few he remembers.

“Are you okay?” Cas asks, later on the phone.

“I’m fine,” Dean lies. Even he can hear the rattle in his breath.

Cas is quiet for a while, so long Dean thinks he might have hung up. But then he says, “I have an idea. If you want.”

“I’m all ears.”

“Let’s set the record straight.”

A few days later, Dean is backstage at an amphitheater. Cas is onstage in tight pants and a white t-shirt with black wings on the back - the same as when they met. He’s halfway through the show. The crowd is roaring, singing, cheering.

They love him. Dean loves him too.

Between songs, Cas is sweaty and smiley and breathy as he says, “There’s someone I want you to meet.”

Cas looks over, the bright lights behind him, glowing around his dark hair like a halo.

Dean, helpless against those blue eyes and that smile and the wave of his hand, starts moving forward without really thinking.

When Dean gets close enough, Cas takes his hand and brings it to his lips. Dean steps closer. It’s warm under the lights and his skin tingles.

“This is my boyfriend, Dean,” Cas says, and though there is a microphone between them, it’s Dean he’s speaking to. “And I love him.”

This is how it should be. Them, and the fans. Their terms. That smile.

“I love you, too, Cas.”

And they kiss.

And the crowd cheers on and on.

Three months later, they do attend that awards show. Both wear tuxes and smiles, and Dean holds Cas’s hand like a lifeline because he’s never seen so many cameras or had so many flashes go off in front of his eyes before.

Then they get to the interviewer, who asks about Dean.

“This is Dean Winchester,” Cas says, just like they talked about. “My fiance.”

#i wrote something #destiel #deancas #//////////#///////////////////////#popstar!cas #secret fanboy!dean #part 6/7 #uuuuuuuuuh tags tags tags #the world finds out about dean #self loathing cw #sort of?

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hongism · 5 years

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not your typical flower shop story

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Flower Shop Owner!Taehyung, College!Reader, College!Taehyung, Fluff, Slight Angst, eventual smut

Word Count: 7751

Rating: M

Warnings: mild language

Summary: You always goes to the cute boy next door’s flower shop across the street because hi yes he’s the cutest damn person you’ve ever seen, until one day a guy with tattoos and a severe obsession with the color black shows up in the shop asking for the ‘usual’ and you find out that your cute innocent little flower boy has a dirty little secret.

A/N (edit): okay lol i know i don’t need another series but i seriously can’t let this be a one-shot or a stand alone piece SO we’ve got a new series lads

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“The usual, Miss L/N?” You smile at the red tulips beneath your nose before shifting to direct your grin at the young man speaking to you. He wears his typical white apron, still stained brown from the dirt on the back counter, and that precious boxy smile he blesses you with every time you visit.

“Surprise me, Taehyung-ssi,” you respond. Taehyung laughs under his breath as he turns back to his counter. “Also, how many times do I have to tell you that you can call me Y/N?”

“Sorry, Y/N. It’s an unbreakable habit. I’m too used to calling all my other clients by their last names.” Taehyung begins to hum as he works, taking flowers from their holders in a seemingly random manner. “I guess I should be better at remembering to call you by your first name since you come so often.” You blink at Taehyung, eyes wide. Has he caught on? Does he know why I visit? He just keeps smiling and humming, trimming the ends of his freshly picked flowers.

You don’t think you can tolerate the embarrassment of him finding out why you come so frequently, and if he were to confront you about it, you don’t think you could have an excuse off the top of your head. Maybe say something stupid like oh I just love flowers so much, and not I come every week because it means I get to see your face and you’re simultaneously the cutest and hottest damn person I’ve ever seen so I’ll keep buying flowers from you if it means your shop stays open for me to see you more. Yea, that would not be the best thing to say, so you may have to start working harder at coming up with good excuses.

“I think violets would look pretty in your windowsill. Should I set aside a second bundle for you in addition to the bouquet?”

“U-Uh, pardon? My windowsill?”

“Yes, you kept the daffodils from last time there for a while. I think you forgot about them though, because last I saw, they looked a little dead.” Taehyung glances at you out of the corner of his eye. When he sees your expression, he seems to realize how strange his comments are. “Uh, n-not that I’m like stalking you or anything! I swear I’m not! That would be weird, and um…I just noticed that you—I—this is really awkward, isn’t it?”

“Slightly awkward, ultra creepy,” you laugh back, scratching at the back of your neck.

“Well, the thing is—I, uh, saw you putting the daffodils in the window sill. But I wasn’t watching or stalking you! It’s just because business was slow at the time, and I was looking around. I just happened to notice you...I mean, your apartment is just across the street, right?”

You nod slowly as Taehyung fights to make his case. “Yes, that makes sense, I guess.”

“Haha, please don’t stop coming because I seem creepy.” Taehyung stops trimming the flowers and turns to you. He stretches his arms in your direction, palms facing upwards as though pleading you to stay. A smile twitches at your lips. Dammit no, Y/N. Don’t think about how cute he is. He’s not cute. Or hot. He’s neither of those things. C’mon get a grip. You bite your bottom lip to keep the gesture from coming to life.

“You want me to keep coming?” You ask, and the smile breaks through. Taehyung stands straight again, laughing as he does.

“Well, yea! You’re my best customer after all.”

You’re glad Taehyung can’t hear your heart plummet at his small statement. It shouldn’t bother you — no, it doesn’t bother you. Not one bit. He doesn’t know you after all, and you don’t know him. It’s just an owner-client relationship based around your ridiculous reasons for spending hard-earned money on flowers you can’t even keep alive.

Taehyung turns back to his work table before your smile crumbles, and you go back to staring at the red tulips. He takes his time in trimming and selecting the flowers for your bouquet. Neither of you makes an effort to attempt conversation again. One minute, two minutes, then five pass you by like the breeze in the air.

“You’re quiet today,” Taehyung comments through the silence.

“I am?” Of course you are: you don’t really want to talk more after Taehyung’s shutdown that hurt for no reason. You aren’t going to admit it though, because that’s admitting defeat, and you hate that.

“You normally ask me about my day, how I’m doing, if the shop is doing well...all sorts of stuff.”

“Sorry, I’m just feeling quiet today.”

“I guess I’ll have to wait until next week when you come by for another bouquet then?” There’s a small lilt in Taehyung’s voice that sounds a bit like teasing. It bites at your skin, and you chew the inside of your cheek. A blush covers your cheeks now, embarrassment at your routine visits to the flower shop hitting, and you’re grateful Taehyung isn’t looking in your direction. When you fail to respond, Taehyung spins on his heel to look you in the eye. “Is everything okay? It’s not like you to be quiet.”

“How would you know what I’m like?” you ask out of the blue, unsure where the somewhat scathing question comes from yourself. Taehyung takes a step back at the question.

“A-Ah, you’re right. I don’t really know what you’re like. I’m sorry that I made an assumption. It’s just, well, you’ve been coming for quite a few weeks now. I figured — nevermind.” Taehyung drops his chin. The sight of his forlorn expression makes you equally as upset, and you rush to make up for your mean words.

“I’m teasing, Taehyung-ssi! Please don’t look so serious. I didn’t mean to offend you.” You hear his laugh before you see his rectangular smile.

“No worries, Y/N. It takes a lot more than that to offend me. You just caught me off guard. Reminded me of someone I know for a second.” Taehyung points at the wall of flowers to your left, a pink dahlia still in hand. “How do you feel about Peruvian Lilies? My most recent batch have been doing really well, and I think they’ll look nice with the other flowers.”

“I trust your choices! They are gorgeous, though.” You blink at the delicate flowers and their details, grinning as Taehyung analyzes the batch and selects a few for the bouquet. There’s a nagging sensation in the back of your head, reminding you how rude you were earlier.

“Aren’t they? I was surprised by how well they’ve been doing because the weather is so finicky nowadays. Either lots of sunshine or gloomy rainy days.”

“You grow most of them yourself, right? How do you find the time to do that? What about school?” You’ve been desperate to ask the question for at least three weeks now, so much so that you nearly came three times in one week just to ask Taehyung that.

“School? Oh, I’m in my last year. I have a few early classes, which is why I open the shop at 4:00,” he laughs. He must sense the next question on your lips, because he follows it up with, “I am studying business, but the corporate world isn’t really my pace so I decided to do this instead. Thought that it’d be nice to be my own boss and make my own business the way I wanted to rather than letting big headed corporate people do it for me. Make sense?”

“Absolutely, yea!” You respond with enthusiasm.

“What about you? I’m assuming you’re in school?” Your willingness to make conversation seems to please Taehyung, so you keep up with it despite the slight dejection lingering in your gut.

“Yes, I’m in my third year right now! Ready to be done, honestly. It would be nice if it were my last year too; you’re lucky to be so close to getting that degree and being done with it.”

“Hey, you’re almost there! What are you studying?”

“Linguistics with a minor in psychology!”

“Wow, that sounds so fancy. What exactly do you wanna do with that? It seems like you have something specific in mind.”

“I’m hoping to be a speech and language therapist. I’ve always wanted to do something that lets me help people, and languages are fascinating to me. I thought this was the best way to combine my passions.” Taehyung pauses his work with the flowers, shoulders slumping forward. You blink at his back, curious as to why his mood shifted all the sudden, and are about to question him when he speaks.

“Wow…that’s — uh, you’re a really good person. That’s amazing how you want to help people and do good things for others. I...I can’t imagine.” Taehyung fumbles over his words and clenches his fists around his apron, tugging the fabric into a tight grip. What does he mean by that?

“Oh, um…” you trail off. The sound of cars whizzing behind you distracts you from whatever you were going to say. Taehyung silently returns to your bouquet, and you notice how he picks up his pace with the work. A few minutes of quiet pass between the two of you.

“Here’s the bouquet and violets for your window.” Part of you feels responsible for the change in Taehyung’s mood, so you rack your brain for ideas on how to fix this issue. Taehyung passes the flowers your way as you rush to pull cash out of your wallet.

“H-How much for the violets?” You ask while you flip through the measly amount of bills in your hand.

“No extra charge.” Taehyung grins and stops you in your tracks, but it only serves to make you feel worse. You pass your wad of cash to Taehyung in exchange for the flowers, sliding a few extra bills his way and hoping that he won’t comment on the extra. “Wait, Y/N, this is—”

“Please, it’s a tip! Just consider it to be a tip, okay? For all the trouble I caused you today.” You scratch the back of your neck, and heat starts to rise to your ears.

“You didn’t cause me any trouble though,” Taehyung laughs. “How can you be so kindhearted?” He shakes his head, almost in disbelief, before waving his hand as though to dismiss the topic. “Anyways, I’ll see you next week then? Hopefully?”

“Yea! Yea, for sure. I’ll come again next week.” You clutch the flowers a bit closer to your chest. Taehyung smiles and turns to return to his counter at the back. You know you should leave now and not risk overstaying your welcome, but you can’t bring yourself to move quite yet. Even with the small tip you gave Taehyung (which technically isn’t even a tip because he gave you violets as well as the bouquet), you still feel bad about your earlier snippy attitude and rudeness. The anxiety bubbling in your stomach tells you that you may regret this decision later but… “Wait, Taehyung-ssi!”

“Yea, Y/N? Is there something else you needed?” He loops his thumbs through the string around his waist, head tilted to the side in question.

“What—um, are you busy tonight?”

“Pardon?”

“Do you have any plans tonight?” Your repeated question comes much fainter and weaker this time as your confidence ebbs away, and you debate turning to flee rather than staying to hear his answer.

“Hm, not that I can think of. Why?”

“Could I treat you to dinner or something then? I mean, I still feel bad for being so rude earlier…and the extra flowers. It’s the least I can do!” You think that you’re starting to sound a bit desperate, but you have no other ideas in mind.

“Y/N, you’re the one paying me every week for flowers. I should be treating you.”

“No, no, I insist! Please, if anything, just to have a change of scenery for a bit?” Taehyung brings a hand to his chin, tapping the skin there as he looks at the wall of flowers on his right. After a few tense seconds, he finally relents.

“Sure, Y/N. If it’ll make you feel better, then I’d be happy to go! Why don’t we meet here around seven o’clock? I close the shop at 6:30 today. How does that sound?” You beam back at him, nodding your agreement a few times. “Okay, sounds like a plan then. Now shoo before I give you more flowers and make you feel even worse!” Taehyung makes a few shooing motions with his hands, smile never leaving his lips, and you grin back as you relent and start to walk away from the shop.

The sidewalks and streets are bustling at this time; workers rushing to get home after their long days and students moving to wherever they please. You shuffle across the street alongside some other students, narrowly avoiding rushing cars. You hesitate outside the door to your apartment building, however, and take a moment to glance back over your shoulder in the direction of Taehyung’s small shop. He stands at the front, one hand clutching some of the pretty Peruvian Lilies he added to your bouquet, and uses his free hand to wave at people as they pass his stall. A laugh rushes through your body as you realize that you basically asked him out minutes ago and he agreed. The bitterness that once resided from his comment about you being only his customer is now replaced by the joy and excitement of spending one on one time with Taehyung.

You hurry up the stairs, the three flights feeling particularly long today as you’re eager to place the new violets in your windowsill.

“More flowers, Y/N?”

You roll your eyes before even turning to look at the owner of the voice. It’s your neighbor from across the hall: the young woman not much older than you who holds a steely gaze sixty percent of the time and the other forty percent consists of her bloodshot and hazy glances that can’t ever seem to focus on anything in particular. You don’t make a habit of talking to her, but she often finds you before you have a chance to escape. You plaster a fake grin across your lips and spin on your heel so she can see your expression.

“Good afternoon, Hifumi. Not looking so hot right now, are you? Have a rough night?”

“It was just fine actually. Thanks for asking, love. Extra flowers from your dearest flower boy, I see. Did you find the courage to tell him why you visit so often?” Hifumi brushes her dark hair over her shoulder before placing her hand on her hip and sending a sickly sweet smile your way.

“A gift for my windowsill since the last batch was dying,” you bite back, “and that’s none of your business.”

“Not the only thing dying, huh?”

The plastic containing your bouquet crinkles as you grip it tighter, Hifumi’s words digging their way until your skin, and you face the door to your apartment rather than giving Hifumi the pleasure of seeing your reaction.

“Right back at you, Hifumi. Right back at you,” you hiss the words through gritted teeth. You fumble with your keys a bit, unable to get away from your neighbor’s annoying presence as quickly as you would like.

“No need to be so harsh, Y/N. I offered to help you out with money. Gave you some options for work, even said I could whisper your name in a few people’s ears. You’re the one who said no. Just remember that when the money gets tighter and tighter. Maybe you’ll learn that wasting those bucks on stupid little flowers won’t do you any good.”

“Your suggestions were vile, Hifumi. I’d rather be a decent human being and earn money in a good way than resort to what you do night by night.” The lock springs open at last, and you swing your door open, more than ready to slam it in Hifumi’s face and end the conversation there. Before it can snap shut, a pale hand lands on the wood, and Hifumi’s face peeks through the crack.

“You call me vile now,” she says with an odd sense of serenity to her tone, “but you’ll find out soon enough that we can’t always do good things for the people we love. If it means saving someone, there is no line between good and evil. Keep that in mind, love.” Her lips quirk upwards in one corner. You can’t stand the sight of her taunting expression anymore and forcefully shut the door, snapping the locks as soon as it closes. You place the bouquet on the kitchen counter and huff. Your backpack slides off your shoulders, relieving your back of the weight and hitting the wood floor with a thud. You make your way to the bedroom with dragging feet. Tattered converse join your backpack on the floor as you kick them off.

“As if I don’t know that I'm wasting money,” you mutter to yourself as you cross the threshold into your bedroom. “Acting like she knows me, the smug bitch.” You tug the blinds over your small bedroom window up to reveal the dead daffodils in a foggy vase. Just under the withering and crumbling petals lies the sight of Taehyung’s shop and the boy in his apron, still chatting with people as they pass him by. You don’t bother changing the water in the vase. Instead, you toss the dead flowers into the waste bin near your desk and place the new violets in the dirty water without thought.

Moving and doing something productive would be a good idea.

But no, you don’t feel like indulging in that kind of life right now. It’s nicer to sit on the floor and stare out the window beside the vase, chin resting on the windowsill. Leaving the flowers on the kitchen counter probably wasn’t the best idea, but it’s not like it will make a difference in the long run. You slide your palm under your chin to offer a bit more comfort. At least you have something to look forward to tonight before the weekend strikes and your time becomes consumed by homework and responsibilities. The only good thing about this weekend is that your parents aren’t coming to town. Not that it wouldn’t be nice to see them, but their arrival is never under good terms and it always heralds the depressing reality that you so desperately try to avoid all the time.

This won’t do, you think and pull yourself to your feet rather than stay wallowing in the windowsill like a fool. Despite your claims about it not mattering, you spend twenty minutes placing the bouquet on the counter in a vase and arranging them as best you can. The dullness from talking with Hifumi is diminishing by now, and the previous excitement and anxiety of having dinner with Taehyung returns with full force. It’s not a date but… You can’t help but to start laughing to yourself as you think about it, tied between the embarrassment and excitement, and you tug your phone out of your back pocket to send a text with the news.

from y/n, 5:47 p.m. unread

- remember the cute boy from the flower shop i told you about?? i’m getting dinner with him tonight!!! i’ll let you know how it goes~

You hold the phone to your chest after sending the message.

“Okay, Y/N, try to get some work done before getting ready for dinner. Don’t think too much about it. This is chill. It’s chill. Chill.” You snatch your backpack off the floor and lug it to your room, tossing it onto your bed while you sit down at your desk. “Chill,” you repeat once more as you stare at the empty desk. Needless to say, you can’t focus much even after you set your psychology book down and try to read it, spending the next thirty minutes staring at the same paragraph while bobbing your leg up and down. Once you shut your book, determined to work on something else to occupy your time, you still sit and stare at the cover of the textbook blankly.

When you finally tug yourself back into reality, the clock reads 6:52, and you realize that you’ve almost run out of time to get ready.

“Shit!” You cuss, pushing your chair back and rushing to your closet. “It’s a chill thing, Y/N. Remember that. You don’t need to dress up or anything, just at least look presentable.” You frown at the selection of clothing before you, suddenly upset with your taste in fashion. Your palm connects with your forehead, and the sound of the slap echoes through the small closet. “Ah, I don’t have time to be worrying about this right now!”

Within the next five minutes, you are tugging knee high socks up your calves and hobbling to the kitchen while trying not to slip on the wood floor. You nearly stumble as you snatch your converse off the floor. When you slide them onto your feet and reach the door, you realize that you’ve left your phone on your bed. A loud groan of frustration escapes your lips. The rush back to your room seems to take forever, and when you finally lock your apartment door behind you, the clock reads 6:59.

"You're heading out late, aren't you?"

"Do you just wait out here to bother me?" Your question is accompanied by a frantic anger, and Hifumi laughs at your response.

“Calm down, Y/N. I’m heading out as well, although for different reasons no doubt.” You take in Hifumi’s outfit — if you can even call it that based upon the lack of material over her body — and bite the inside of your cheek. “Should I drop by and say hello to your flower boy as I go?”

“Please no.” You don’t mean to sound desperate, but you also didn’t mean to be late to meet with Taehyung. Hifumi cackles, tucking a sparkling clip into her dark hair.

“I’ll see you later, Y/N. My offer always stands, by the way. You just need to stop letting your ego get in the way of what really matters.” Her heels click against the floor as she walks away, heading for the elevator rather than the stairs. You should already be on your way down the stairs yourself, but the curiosity bubbling in your gut prevents you from moving an inch without asking the question at the forefront of your mind.

“And what would that be?”

Ding. The metal doors of the elevator slide open, and Hifumi steps inside. Her dress ruffles around her as she spins to face you, a coy smirk stained red by dark lipstick.

“I can’t answer that for you, love.” The smile stretches as the doors close over her face. You blink at the dull metal for a moment, then snap back to reality and start jogging down the stairs. Stupid Hifumi. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Why did I even expect her to give me an answer?

The later time provides cold breezes, and that makes you realize that you forgot to grab a jacket on your way out in the rush to not be late. Jokes on you now, because you are both cold and late, leaving the apartment building with arms tucked under your armpits. Just across the street is Taehyung’s shop, one light keeping the stall alight. Taehyung isn’t the only person standing beneath the canopy, however, and you spot a shorter man across from him, back facing you. You hesitate by the road, an odd sense of foreboding striking before your foot touches the asphalt.

The man accompanying Taehyung is shrouded in black. Black hat, black leather jacket, black skinny jeans, black combat boots: he’s worse than you, and that’s saying something because you have way too many black articles of clothing in your closet. Taehyung doesn’t wear his trademark boxy grin either, which is another source of discomfort for you, but you don’t have time to dwell on it. Taehyung starts glancing around, and you can see his lips moving in haste even at this distance. His scanning gaze finds you across the street.

Eyes widen.

Mouth freezes halfway open.

You blink, and Taehyung is shooing his companion away while waving at you. You force a smile in return. Checking for traffic, you jog across the street to join Taehyung on his side of the pavement. Instead of making eye contact with him, however, your gaze finds the man alongside him. Now that you’re closer, you realize that he isn’t nearly as short as he seemed to be from a distance, Taehyung is just tall enough to make him seem short. He also has a black shirt under his leather jacket, adding the already existing obsession with the color. The low cut nature of the tee provides a clear view of his collarbone and a bit of the space below it, but you can’t see much skin behind the spread of black ink across his pale skin in a design you can’t wrap your head around with staring closer. You aren’t going to get any closer, or stare any longer, because tension spikes between the three of you now. Silence is present, Taehyung seems caught, and neither you nor the man across from you have anything to say.

“Y/N! This is a…friend of mine from school! Studies music and yea, uh. He was just leaving.” Taehyung laughs a few dry chuckles then send a pointed glare in his “friend’s” direction. You get the sense that there is more to the story than simply that, but you don’t want to press the topic too much because of how intimidating this guy is. “Leaving,” Taehyung repeats, pushing the man with his left hand. “I didn’t tell him that I was busy tonight, so he thought we were, uh, gonna — you know, hang out or something. Like friends do. Yea, uh, but I said I was busy. So he’s leaving. Now.” You drop your chin, the discomfort rising to new levels.

“Right. Leaving.” The man’s voice is low and raspy, far different from Taehyung’s low tone that is warm and inviting. No, this person’s voice holds a coldness to it that sends a chill down your spine. “The name’s Yoongi, by the way. In case we end up…running into each other again, Miss?” He seems to be asking for your name, but you don’t get the chance to respond. Taehyung steps in front of you instead, cutting off Yoongi’s line of sight to you, and motioning to the street. You glance in the direction his hand points, noticing a motorcycle parked next to the sidewalk that must belong to Yoongi.

“You won’t! I mean, you probably won’t run into each other any time soon ever again, don’t you think? That’d be weird. Say, I’ll see you in class, Yoongi! Or at the library tomorrow night with the other guys, okay?” You squint at Taehyung’s back. He said he’s a business major, didn’t he? And Yoongi studies music? Why would— Your train of thought is cut short when Taehyung snatches your wrist. “Are you ready to go, Y/N? I have the perfect place in mind for us to eat!” Taehyung seems a bit frazzled and frantic, as though he’s in a rush to get away from Yoongi now that you’re here.

“Oh, yea! I’m sorry for being late, by the way!” You let Taehyung tug you down the sidewalk and glance over your shoulder to where Yoongi is climbing onto his motorcycle.

“No worries! It’s not a problem at all. I had an unexpected visit from my friend there anyways, so it all worked out in the end, didn’t it?”

“Yea, your friend…” You look away from Yoongi when he looks up at you from the motorcycle. The trailing off of your words sends Taehyung into a panic.

“We don’t hang out much! I was surprised he came by, because we aren’t the closest of friends. You know? Well, no, you probably don’t — uh, I mean, we all have those friends, right?”

“Of course!” You’re quick to agree, eager to see that precious boxy smile find its way back to Taehyung’s lips in a genuine way rather than the forced manner it is in now. A sigh of relief passes through his lips. “So, where are we going?”

“I hope this isn’t too plain or boring, but there’s this amazing diner down the road that I go to every Friday night. I normally go alone but…you know, since we’re — well, I think we should go there.” You can’t contain the laugh that rips through your lungs, and soon enough Taehyung is laughing along with you. You vaguely conscious of his grip on your wrist that won’t go away, but honestly you have no complaints.��

With the levity now hanging in the air between you, Taehyung seems much more at ease and comfortable. The two of you reach the diner within a few minutes, a quaint yet busy place that you recognize all too well.

The red door with the round window on it, white awnings hanging a bit lower than you remember but still bearing the dead leaves and twigs on top of them. You haven’t been here in a long time, before you moved into your apartment down the street and well before you started buying flowers from Taehyung’s small shop.

Taehyung is saying something, but you can’t hear him. It’s as though you are stuck underwater, drowning in an endless dark ocean, and you pull your phone out of your back pocket to open your messages again.

from y/n, 5:47 p.m. unread

Unread. It’s always unread. You sigh under your breath, making sure that Taehyung doesn’t hear the exasperated noise leave your lips.

“Now that wasn’t very fair, was it, Y/N? C’mon, you gotta play fair!”

“I am! I haven’t done anything unfair. You’re the one who is supposed to be good at games, aren’t you?”

The memory stings, cuts too deep, and you wish Taehyung had chosen any place other than this one.

“Now that wasn’t very fair, was it, kid? Why don’t you play fair with me?”

Pressure on your chest, the constriction of your throat, and at some point, you must forget to breathe because the world is starting to swirl around you.

“Y/N, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

“Y/N!” Taehyung’s shout pulls you out of the water, and you gasp for air. You touch your chest with a shaky hand, fully expecting to find the clothes there soaked, but they’re dry. “Are you okay? Is something wrong? You look really pale. Are you cold? Here, let’s get inside so you can warm up.” Taehyung drags you along while you struggle to catch your breath and find a way to get a grip. “Hi guys!” Taehyung yells as you two step through the red door, and his greeting is returned by a few cheery shouts from the waiters behind the counter. “Is it better in here?”

“Huh?” You respond, eyes darting from the interior of the diner to Taehyung’s face where he bears furrowed brows.

“Is it warmer in here? Are you still cold?” There must be goosebumps across your skin, and that’s why he’s asking. At least, you boil down the reasoning to that.

“No, no, I’m fine,” you reassure, placing a hand on his arm. He grins back at you, seemingly convinced by the small white lie, and leads the way to a booth over in the corner. “Oh, uh, Taehyung?”

“Hmm?”

“Would it be alright if we sat closer to the door?” Taehyung squints, eyes flicking around the diner and from booth to booth.

“This booth back here isn’t next to a window, so the cold won’t hit through the glass. Is that alright?” You relent and press your lips into a thin smile, but when Taehyung sits on the side of the booth that faces the door, another surge of panic hits.

“Y/N, don’t turn around, okay? When I tell you to, slowly crawl under the table. Got it?”

You lower yourself onto the booth, barely placing weight on the cushion as you settle down.

“You seem a bit on edge,” Taehyung comments.

“What? No! I’m fine. Just exhausted from school today.” Taehyung nods along with the excuse, and you cheer to yourself for the successful diversion.

“Speaking of school, you mentioned you’re a third year, right? I’m assuming you go to the main university.” Taehyung drums his fingers against the table, nails creating a soothing rhythm that calms your heart rate a bit. You nod along with the rhythm and affirm Taehyung’s assumptions. He’s about to continue his train of thought when a waitress walks up to the booth.

“Hi, Taehyung! It’s strange seeing you with a friend, or…?” The older lady trails off, sending a wink your way. You flush immediately, certain that your cheeks are now ten shades redder than they were moments ago. Trying not to look at the man across the table, you bring a hand up and cover your face.

“No! Ah, no, no, no! Not — not, no, uh friends! That’s what we are. We’re friends.” The waitress laughs at Taehyung’s fumbled attempts to clarify the situation. “Ugh, you know what, can we just — let’s just forget this happened. Can I get my usual?”

“Of course, of course. I won’t pester you two anymore about that, don’t worry. What can I get for you, dear?” The waitress redirects her attention to you.

“Um, let’s go for a surprise actually. I’ll get whatever he’s having too.”

“Coming right up! Drinks will be out in a few!”

“How do you know that my usual isn’t something disgusting like a bunless cheeseburger with extra mayo?” Taehyung asks once the waitress walks away from the booth. You laugh, settling into the booth a bit more.

“Hm, you don’t seem like the type?”

“Is that a question?”

“Well, I don’t know. From what I can tell, you don’t seem like a heathen who would do something so controversial. I think you’re a bit more traditional and classic.”

“Traditional and classic? Is that a way of calling me old?”

“No!” You can’t contain the smile on your lips any longer, surely looking like a grinning idiot at this point, but Taehyung beams back at you with such warmth in his eyes that you don’t care what you look like. “No, you aren’t old. Gosh, Taehyung. What kind of person do you think I am?”

“Someone too good for this world,” he responds without a beat of hesitation, smile faltering a bit as he speaks. “You…you are a person who has seen a lot of terrible and evil things, but you still see the good in the world nonetheless. You want to expect the best from people, and yet you’ve been disappointed so many times that you aren’t sure anymore. That’s why you’re studying linguistics and psychology. So that you can do something good in the future, something with an impact, something meaningful. You’re too good for this world, yea…no doubt about that.”

“Sorry, what?” Your hands are shaking in your lap. How could he…what? How did he figure all that out?

“I’m just assuming things!” Taehyung puts his hands up in defense, leaning against the back of the booth, and releases a huff that sounds like forced laughter. “I guess I said all that because I knew someone very similar. Projecting, that’s all. I’m projecting old thoughts and feelings. I should change the topic, yea? This is getting weird and creepy again. Have I always been so creepy?” Despite the nervousness swirling through your system, you revel in the levity Taehyung’s question brings.

“Yes,” you tease.

“What? I have not!”

“On occasion!”

“What does that mean?”

“Commenting on the flowers in my window qualifies as creepy!”

“Okay, but that was today. What about before today? I haven’t been creepy before now, right?”

“I’ll have to think about it, but I’m sure I can dig something up.”

“Oh, now you’re just playing games with me. That’s not fair, Y/N!”

“Now that wasn’t very fair, was it, Y/N? C’mon, you gotta play fair!”

You aren’t sure who you’re looking at anymore, who sits with you at this booth, what person laughs across the table — whether it be Taehyung, or some buried figment of your memory that digs its way out of the grave you stuck it in so that it can haunt you now — but it feels comfortable. Warms your body, makes you forget about the panic in your bones and the cold outside.

“I haven’t done anything unfair,” you counter. A grin plays at your lips as Taehyung tsks and shakes his head. The waitress returns to your table at that moment, interrupting the tension to deliver your food.

“Alright, you two. I’ve got two cheeseburgers with fries and two chocolate milkshakes. Enjoy, but not too much!” She scurries off before you or Taehyung can say anything about her cheeky comment.

“Traditional and classic enough for you?”

“I expected nothing less from a guy who sells flowers out of a small shop on the side of the road.”

“Wow, rude! I’m so offended, Y/N. My heart is hurt. I don’t know if I can recover after this. Maybe I’ll have to drop out of school and quit my business. This is too much.” Taehyung holds his hands over his heart, faking being struck by your words.

“Why did you set up the shop there anyways? It seems like a random spot, especially since there are lots of other places good for shops like yours.” You nibble on a fry after you ask the question, genuinely curious as to why Taehyung chose the spot he did. Not that you’re complaining because look where you are now haha.

“Oh, I live nearby so it seemed like the only logical option for me.” You tilt your head to the side. Are there other apartments nearby? I looked all over when I bought mine, but I don’t remember seeing any others.

“If you don’t mind me asking…where do you live?”

“Look who’s being creepy now,” Taehyung teases. He flicks the toothpick on top of his burger at you, and you shield yourself with a fry.

“At least I’m asking! You just started talking about where I live with no context.”

“Okay, okay. I relent. You may be right, but you’re gonna kill me when I tell you.”

“Why?”

“I live in the same building as you.”

“You—what?” You nearly choke on the fry now lodged in your throat as Taehyung reveals the bombshell information. He scratches the back of his neck.

“Honestly, I thought you would figure out sooner because we’ve nearly run into each other multiple times. Also, I spilled a bunch of dirt on the stairs once when trying to re-pot some plants, and I definitely heard you complaining about it a few minutes later.”

“Wait, that was you?”

“Yea, I’m sorry about that by the way. I tried to clean it up with a rag, but then I realized that dirt plus water equals mud. So yea, that’s why there’s a dry patch of mud on the stairs.”

“Wait, that’s on the third floor set of stairs…” You think aloud, trying to put two and two together. Oh god. “Do you live on the third floor?”

“Hi neighbor?”

“Neighbor?” You do a double take, and your elbow connects with the edge of the table a bit roughly because a searing pain shoots up your arm as it hits.

“Surprise?”

You doing your best to think about who lives on your floor, the people who live on your left and your right, but to be honest, you don’t run into many people at the building. The only person you’ve come into contact with is Hifumi, and it’s always been unwilling encounters. You have no clue who you live next to.

“Wait, please tell me you don’t live in the apartment to the left of mine.” You press your thumbs against your temples in attempts to alleviate the pressure building there. Taehyung’s sheepish smile gives you the answer you don’t want. “I’m so sorry.” How many times have you slammed your fist against the thin wall because there’s been an ungodly amount of noise at an ungodly hour in the night? Or loudly cussed him out because of said noise?

You really don’t want to think about the one time you brought a one night stand home just so that you could be as loud as possible to get revenge on your neighbor for the noise.

Yea, no.

That would be a nightmare.

“I mean, I should be the one apologizing because I make a lot of noise some nights.”

“It’s fine!”

“Your response to it tells me that it really isn’t, but—”

“No, ha, no, it’s okay!”

“Although, you’ve been loud too on a few occasions. There was one night where I almost went to knock on your door because—”

“God, please, Taehyung! Let’s not talk about that. That was…a low point in my life, okay?”

This is a nightmare.

“This is not how I imagined meeting my neighbor.” Taehyung laughs at the exasperated expression on your face.

“What were you expecting?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Something stupid like “oh hey neighbor, I ran out of sugar for the cookies I’m making, got any extra?”. I can’t believe this.”

“Is that how you invited that guy over?” He’s snickering behind his hand, trying not to show how amused by the situation he is, but you are melting under the embarrassment. “He seemed to have a lot of sugar to give.” You slump further down in the booth and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Please, Taehyung, can we please drop it? I was — it didn’t mean anything.” Behind you, the door dings, signaling either the entrance or exit of a customer. You keep your eyes shut for a few more moments as though it’ll make the embarrassing situation fade. When you open your eyes, Taehyung is no longer looking at you. He isn’t smiling or laughing either. No, he’s staring at something behind you, something off in the distance. Eyes wide, and in his dark brown irises you see a reflection that feels all too familiar.

“Y/N, don’t move. Listen carefully, okay?” His voice has dropped an octave, if that’s even possible, and you can barely hear him through the sound of your heart beating in your ears. “Don’t turn around. Don’t do anything unless I tell you to. I need you to trust me, okay? I am going to pass you my phone. The code is 4488. You are going to pull up the messages — try not to look at any of the conversations. Type in Yoongi’s name and send him this message: I’m working on homework at the diner, wanna come hang out. Okay? Tap your index finger against the table twice if you can do that for me.”

There are far too many thoughts running through your mind right now, and all of them relay memories that you never want to revisit. You can barely process Taehyung’s words. Nothing he’s saying is making much sense. People are yelling behind you, but their words bleed together into an incoherent mess. Still you manage to do as Taehyung says and tap your finger against the table twice. He slides his phone over to you and pushes his way out of the booth. You want to stop him, to grab his wrist and tell him to sit back down, because dammit. Dammit this can’t be happening now. Of all times, why now?

“W-Wait, Tae—”

“Trust me, Y/N. When you send the message, crawl under the table and keep your back against the wall as best you can. This will be over soon, I promise.”

“I-I can’t, I, Tae—” You can’t finish your train of thought, so you instead fumble with Taehyung’s phone. You can barely type the code in, and typing Yoongi’s name is another mess of its own, because you accidentally catch a glimpse of one of Taehyung’s messages.

They asked for 16 kilos to bank.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you cuss to yourself, feeling pinpricks in the corners of your eyes.

from taehyung, 8:02 p.m. unread

- i’m working on hw at the diner, wanna come hang out?

A tear hits your cheek as soon as you send the message. You don’t glance behind you to see what Taehyung is doing now, the yelling continues, and you slide under the table while cradling the phone to your chest. It buzzes, vibrating against your skin.

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That’s all.

No response, just a small notification saying “read”.

You dig your own phone out of your pocket, hastily typing a message of your own and sending it without double checking. You wouldn’t be able to see the words anyways because of the blur of tears. The shouting is intensifying, growing louder and louder, and you can hear a series of clicks resounding alongside the yells. Another buzz, and you glance at Taehyung’s screen only to find it dark. No, the buzz came from your phone instead. You want to throw up. The fry still stuck in your throat is giving you lots of good reasons to force it to come up.

from y/n, 8:06 p.m. read

- i wish we’d never gone to the diner that night, i wish it never happened, i wish we never met so that i didn’t have to go through any of this. i wish you were here rn because it’s like a sick repeat of what happened that night and i’m so scared to lose another person the way i lost you. please please please don’t let this happen again. i can’t take it again

The fry does end up on the floor, along with the other contents of your stomach. It comes out with a quiet heave mixed with your silent sobs.

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written by: jungtaeyoongles

a/n - WHOOPS that’s a cliffhanger so uhhhhhh new series i guess??? why do i do this to myself ;-;

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bunnyravit · 6 years

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I LOOOVED your Ken scenario with the waiter flirting with his girl :D Can I ask for the same just with Ravi? His gf knows he is shy and she's amused or surprised with him being protective. Gosh I LIVE for shy Ravi! Thanks:)

Ooooo, me too, honey! Ravi is wonderful all around, but SHY Ravi is something pure. Ok, I wrote this on the go, so please forgive any typos!

Who: Ravi and Y/N

Warnings: Fluuuuuff, soft Ravi + manly Ravi

As you stand beside him in the elevator, you feel his fingers intertwine with yours. You look at Wonsik just as he looks away. Trying to play it cool, he slowly turns back, but when he sees you smiling, he loses it. He chuckles, low and contagious, and squeezes your hand. “I can’t believe you, trying to be sly like that,” you giggle. “I’m sorry! I’m just so happy this is finally happening,” he says, the enthusiasm in his eyes making your heart pound. This release party for a senior artist was the first time you were meeting his non-VIXX friends, and Wonsik had been –very unsuccessfully– trying to hide his absolute glee all day. Meanwhile, you’d been a nervous wreck. At least Hongbin was coming, so there will be one familiar face. You start to hear the thump of the bass as the elevator gets closer. When it finally opens on the top floor, Wonsik squeezes your hand a little harder. The bass vibrates the hallway as he leads you along, and a bouncer opens the glass door at the end. There’s a pool in the middle of the rooftop, colorful lights morphing and spinning over the water, and across the dance floor. On the other side of the pool is a bar under a canopy of string lights. Ultra-modern skyscrapers surround the rooftop, making it look like a scene from an urban fantasy. You glance out over the edge to see busy Seoul below, completely inaudible over remixed hip hop.

Wonsik waves at someone and leans in to tell you his friends are by the bar. He guides you through the crowd until finally you come to two extremely chic people, wearing all black and skeptical expressions. As he greets them and gives the women a half hug, you feel a hand on your shoulder. Hongbin smiles down at you and you pat him on the back in response. Wonsik introduces his two friends as dancers from Jelpi, and then you recognize them from a few of his performances. “Guys,” Wonsik wraps his arm around your shoulders, “This is Y/N.” You smile uncomfortably as they look you over. “About time!” the woman says. “He’s been talking about you nonstop.”“Yeah, it’s nice to finally meet the person who’s face has flooded my instafeed the last month,” says the man. You laugh, and Wonsik argues, “I don’t post about Y/N that much.”“If it’s not a couple selca, it’s a picture of your Butt,” Hongbin adds. The woman nods over Wonsik’s shoulder to a slightly older man, the artist that was hosting the party. “Ravi-ah, you should go greet sunbae. He was asking about you a while ago.”“Oh, yes,” Wonsik says, following her gaze, then he looks back at you regretfully. The male dancer says he needs to greet their sunbae as well.“Me too,” says Hongbin, and then he whispers in your ear, “don’t be nervous. They’re soft on the inside, like Wonsik.” You laugh and thank him. “We’ll be right back,” Wonsik says, eye brows knitting slightly.“I’ll be fine. I can hang out at a party for five minutes alone,” you answer. He grins back bashfully and leaves with the other boys. You turn around to keep talking to the woman, but she’s disappeared. You look around at the sea of strangers and sigh. Well, at least you can get a drink. You lean against the bar, hoping to get the bartender’s attention, but he’s busy making drinks at the other end. “Excuse me?” you try, but he doesn’t hear you. Well, maybe you can’t get a drink. But you’ll stay here so Wonsik can find you again. Someone slides into the spot next to you. “Hey,” he says, and you glance up.“Hi,” you say politely back.He tilts his head as he looks at you. “Did I see you come in with Ravi?”“Yeah, he’s my boyfriend,” you answer. The man raises his eyebrows with a little laugh. “What?”“Nothing. I just don’t get how someone like you ended up with him. You look so sweet and put-together, and he’s kind of…you know. Is it the money? He’s got those royalties rolling in, right?”“Wha–no! He’s a really great boyfriend.”He snickers. “Yeah, he seems great. He brings you here and ditches you after five minutes, without even getting you a drink first.”“I…that’s not what happened.” You demure and look at your hands. “Oh, hey, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he says gently. “Let me get you a drink to make up for it,” he says.You huff. “I’m not letting a stranger buy me a drink.”He arcs an eyebrow. “It’s an open bar. I was just going to get his attention for you. You seemed like you were having trouble. YA!” he calls, and the bartender turns around and nods his way. “You just have to be loud at places like this. What do you want to drink?”“Well…vodka and cranberry juice,” you say. He repeats the order to the bartender, and then he looks at you with a wide grin. “You see? It’s stuff like that. That’s a classy drink for someone dating Kim Wonsik. And you’re too polite to yell at a bar–what exactly do you have in common with him?” His eyes sweep your face. He looks genuinely curious, but something feels off. It’s malicious somehow, although he sounds kind.“I don’t think it’s any of your business,” you say, glancing over your shoulder. You hope Wonsik comes back soon. This is getting uncomfortable.He laughs. “Ok, maybe not. But I promise, there are other men here who would treat you better.” “You don’t know how he treats me.”He leans close and whispers right into your ear, “Well, I’ve been talking to you for a while now, and I haven’t seen him even look this way.”Something about that realization actually hurts. You know Wonsik isn’t one for confrontations, and you like that about him. But you still feel weirdly disappointed that he isn’t here defending you. You try not to let it show. Instead you hold your head high and say, “He knows not to be threatened by vacant pretty boys like you.”“Ahh,” he chuckles. “You’re quick too! Stop trying to steal my heart,” he says, pressing his hand to his chest. The bartender sets your glass down in front of you, and you quickly take a deep drink. “Look, I told you very clearly that Wonsik is my boyfriend. I love him. There’s nothing else I need to say.”He smirks. “It’s what you’re not saying that matters. I think the only reason you haven’t run away yet is because you know I’m right.” He runs his fingers along your wrist. “Come on, at the very least, let me help you teach Wonsik a lesson.”Suddenly, someone rips his hand away from you, and Wonsik’s back blocks your view. “No, let me teach you something,” Wonsik says. “When someone tells you they have a boyfriend, it’s because they want you to leave them alone. It does not mean they want you to keep harrassing them.”“Hey, man, I wasn’t–”“You were. I don’t know what your problem is,” he says, stalking closer and forcing the pretty boy to walk back. “But you don’t know me. You don’t know either of us. You are way out of line, and if I see you so much as look at Y/N again, you’re going to lose all your teeth. Is that clear enough for you?”He’s silent for a while, his brow furrowing, but then he nods and walks away. Wonsik turns around, anger still humming off his skin. “Wonsik-ah,” you say softly and touch his arm. He stares at the floor. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten so mad.” He glances up at you and asks, “Are you ok?” You give him a full, wide smile, and you watch his anger fade into confusion. “What is it?” Without a word, you press a kiss into his cheek and he just looks at you more confused. “…You aren’t mad at me?”“No, silly,” you laugh, and wrap your arms around his neck. His fingers nip your waist as his eyes search yours. “Really? That wasn’t embarrassing?”“Well, yeah, a little. But seeing this side of you…was kind of sexy.”“I was embarrassed,” Hongbin adds over Wonsik’s shoulder. “Beanie-ah, not now,” Wonsik says.Hongbin shrugs. “If you were going to make such a scene, you should have at least pushed him in the pool.”Wonsik lifts you up by the waist and carries you away from Hongbin, into an empty corner by the end of the bar, far away from the speakers. After he lets you down, you gradually feel his shoulders soften, and your sweet, worried Wonsik is smiling back at you. He cups your cheeks. “I’m sorry I didn’t come over sooner. I saw that guy approach you, but Sunbae was telling a story–but then that guy just wouldn’t go away. And you looked really uncomfortable. Were you? Or did I just pick a fight because I was jealous? If I was wrong–” you grab him by the collar and pull him into a kiss. You knew there was no way he’d stop rambling otherwise. He eagerly returns the kiss, his hands wandering up your back as he pressed you tight against him.You hear someone hoot beside you, and you pull away. Wonsik’s woman dancer friend is smiling at you, arms crossed. “I wasn’t sure about this Y/N, Ravi. But causing fights at parties, making out in public. I approve.”

“Don’t make Y/N out to be so crass–” Wonsik defends, but you lay your hand on his chest to stop him.

“She’s not wrong, Wonsik,” you laugh. “Now do you want to defend me, or do you want to keep kissing me? Because I wasn’t lying when I said it was sexy seeing you act that way."

He raises his eyebrows and tells his friend to leave, before softly kissing the sensitive skin in front of your ear. In a gruff whisper, he asks you to tell him exactly what you liked about it.

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When I moved to Dubai more than a decade ago I didn’t give a thought to a Dubai dress code or even what to wear in Dubai once I was here. I assumed that the work and leisure clothing I possessed would be suitable for my work and leisure activities.

My clothing was indeed suitable, but what I did not count on was the heat and humidity that made me feel like I had a river of sweat running down my back when I was outside in the first month. Nor did I realise how contrary to the seasons my dressing would be, making layered outfits essential.

It was very easy for me to feel at home amongst women who wore abaya and head covers and men who wear the kandora because I dress modestly and cover my hair anyway. That was a conscious choice that I made more than twenty years ago, and have never regretted. However, it is not for everyone, and every person should make that choice for their own personal circumstances.

The Dubai dress code provides guidance on what to wear in Dubai and the other emirates, in order to respect the religious values of the people of the UAE and the local culture. The UAE dress code is applicable to all visitors and residents and is mandated by the UAE Federal government.

I have never felt oppressed by the Dubai dress code as I was born into a Muslim family and raised as a Muslim. Consequently I share the same religious values as the people of the UAE. This is not true for many non-Muslims who visit or move here for work and this may result in dissatisfaction with the requirements for modesty in public places.

The photos in this article were made possible by my friends from work Ederlyn, Shielibeth and Marites who selflessly allowed me to photograph them to show what real people (as opposed to sponsored influencers) wear in Dubai.

Dubai dress code

Everyone is expected to dress modestly, especially in conservative areas or public places like shopping malls.

Clothing should not be transparent or result in indecent exposure.

Clothing should not display obscene pictures or language.

For comfort both genders are recommended to wear loose fitting clothing that covers limbs (shoulders, arms and legs).

Women are not required to cover their hair or wear traditional or modern Islamic clothing.

Women visiting a mosque are asked to respect Muslim tradition and required to cover their hair and wear an abaya. These are often provided at the mosque.

Any nudity is forbidden. This includes topless sunbathing and wearing swimwear in areas outside of beaches, swimming pools and water parks.

Visitors are reminded that the local culture is conservative and that UAE citizens dress conservatively and may be offended by inappropriate dressing that do not conform to Islamic values.

Dubai dress code rules for tourists

Residents and tourists alike are subject to the same dress code. However, caution should be exercised in other emirates as they may be more vigilant in applying the dress code in public places.

Many of the younger generation feel that the dress code is oppressive to them because it demands modesty.

What many visitors fail to appreciate is that we are guests in this country, and that by choosing to stay we are obliged to respect the laws, religious values and local culture of the people of the UAE.

Read more: The Best Time to visit Dubai (a resident’s guide)

What to wear in Dubai

In Dubai traditional clothing for local ladies is the traditionally black abaya and for men it is the kandora. Visitors to UAE are not required to wear the abaya or kandora except when visiting a mosque. The climate and culture dictate the appropriate dress for men and women and it includes the following:

The abaya, the UAE traditional dress for ladies, has been adopted by women of many nationalities and faiths in Dubai. An abaya is a loose full length full cover coat like garment worn by Muslim women over other clothing when they go out in public. It is usually a plain color and is often embellished with lace, sequins, crystals and pearls and matched with a similarly decorative head cover (also referred to as a shayla or hijab).

Midi or maxi dresses and skirts, loose fitting trousers and tops in natural fabrics like cotton or linen or are cooler and more breathable than synthetics and will be more comfortable when exposed to the heat and humidity.

Short and long sleeves are more modest than sleeveless or spaghetti strap tops but also offer a small measure of protection against the summer sun or the frosty air conditioning in most buildings. That is especially true in malls and office buildings where the air conditioning temperatures are frigid in summer and many actually wear a shawl or pashmina to ward off the chill.

A bolero style jacket or shrug is useful to cover shoulders and arms and can be worn over the above mentioned sleeveless or strappy tops.

Cotton leggings can be worn under short dresses to cover the legs or with tops and tunics.

For casual wear capri pants, culottes, pedal pushers and cropped pants are suitable as they cover the thighs and knees.

Men and women may wear shorts, although they may be cautioned if found wearing hot pants (extremely short shorts) that shows their naked buttocks in public places frequented by families.

Read more: Where to stay in Dubai for all budgets

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What not to wear in Dubai

These Dubai dress code wardrobe no-nos should be avoided in public places including on the streets, malls, public parks, markets and souks, supermarkets, cinemas and public areas of hotels. These do not apply inside private residences or hotel rooms.

It is not permissable for Muslim men to look at the uncovered bare skin of un-related women, except for their hands and faces. Unfortunately, there are not many ways to avoid it in public places, hence the dress code guidelines.

Swimsuit tops and bottoms are considered swimwear and suitable for the beach, beach parks, beach malls, swimming pool and water parks and are frowned upon elsewhere. A see through sarong or cover up is suitable for the beach or swimming pool. Please don’t go out in public dressed like this as it may cause offence, and applies to both men and women.

Skin tight clothing is discouraged in public and very uncomfortable in the heat. This includes gym wear, so please change into something suitable before going out in public.

Wearing shorts in Dubai is allowed, however, hot pants or ultra-short shorts are not appropriate in public. Men should wear shorts that are at least mid-thigh or knee length.

Sheer and see-through clothing through which underwear can be seen must be avoided.

Plunging necklines may cause discomfort to other members of the public if they reveal the chest or breasts.

Crop tops, low cut or cut out dresses that expose the midriff or back are not deemed appropriate in public places frequented by families, but are suitable for nightclubs.

Ultra short and micro mini skirts or shirt dresses that may accidentally expose the derriere are inappropriate anywhere.

All of the above must be avoided at places of worship, government ministries and municipal offices as you will be shown away and asked to come back dressed appropriately, if an abaya or kandura is not provided.

Although it happens infrequently, all malls have their dress code on the entrances and visitors may be asked to change or leave if they are not dressed appropriately.

Where to buy traditional clothes in Dubai

When I first moved to Dubai I did not wear the abaya because I did not travel with any on my mum’s advice who said: ‘you will find them every where’. We did not realise how expensive abayas were in the malls and I would never have ventured to a souk in Deira or Bur Dubai by myself.

For months I struggled to find any abayas that were in my price range or that were suitable for my needs. I finally found a reasonably priced abaya shop that sells modern abaya fashion including open abayas. After a decade I grew tired of all the black abayas and over the past few years transitioned to more contemporary modest women’s clothing.

You may find abaya shops in Mall of the Emirates, Dubai Mall, Souk al Bahar or Madinat Jumeirah and wonder how anyone can eat or pay rent after buying one. Those are generally very expensive and for the luxury local and tourist market. There are cheaper abayas available in the souks and bazaars.

Classic World of Abaya – branches of my favorite abaya shop are found in Lulu Hypermarkets malls all over Dubai. They have better quality abayas than the souks and also make bespoke tailored abayas on request.

Naif Souk – this is one of the favorite places for tourists to shop for souvenirs but they also have a good selection of abaya shops selling cheap ready to wear abayas. The fabric quality may not be as good as the more expensive shops.

Meena Bazaar – this is one of the favorite places for residents to shop and there are numerous stores selling ready to wear abayas as well as tailors who will make or alter abayas and kaftans for you.

Read more: How to get around in Dubai public transport

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What to wear in Dubai for Leisure wear

The women in Dubai are never sloppy so even the casual clothing that they wear for leisure activities is still fun and smart.

What to wear in Dubai to the beach

Two piece bikinis, one piece swimsuits and burkinis are allowed on public beaches, with or without cover-ups. However, thong bottoms that expose the derriere are discouraged. My friends all prefer a cover up over their swimsuits but allowed a few shots without it to show the variety that is seen on the beaches here.

I have seen older women wading into the ocean wearing full length dresses or long pants and tunics to preserve their modesty since they may not have access to other swimwear.

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What to wear in Dubai for Breakfast or Brunch

Dubai brunches are legendary but are much less formal than they were ten years ago. Comfort is queen especially when looser waistlines are required 🙂

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What to wear in Dubai for work

Many Dubai companies have a fairly relaxed smart casual work attire, although staff may be required to be more formal when attending outside meetings, seminars or workshops. In our company even the senior executives only wear jackets and ties to meetings.

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Read more: Pros and Cons of Expat life in Dubai

What to wear in Dubai on Ladies night or a night out

Ladies night is one of the most popular cheap and free things to do in Dubai and is an opportunity for the ladies to get out and have some fun.

Most cafes, restaurants and bars that have ladies night promotional offers have a dress code of smart casual / semi-formal.

A few places insist on heels so double check with your chosen venue.

Most ladies get dressed up and show off some bling or skin.

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What to wear in Dubai on a Desert safari

Desert safaris start out around 3pm when it is still quite hot and lasts into the evening, with many ending after 9pm.

Casual trousers, tights or capri pants and long sleeve t-shirts or tunics will protect your limbs from the sun and sand. Save the dreamy dresses for your instagram shoots because they will get in the way during sandboarding, dune buggy rides or camel rides.

A shawl or scarf is essential for the outdoor time on the dunes while sandboarding and will prevent sand getting into nose and eyes and if the breeze picks up.

Closed shoes or tennis shoes / trainers are preferable to sandals and easier to walk on the soft dune sand. The sand will get into everything and is extremely hot during the warmer months.

A sunhat and sunglasses are advisable and ensure skin and eye protection against harsh sunlight.

The desert evenings can be chilly even in summer, and it is advisable to take a light jacket or shawl.

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The reality is that this country has a majority of expats, including men who have not seen their families for a year or two. They may be inclined to stare at semi-naked women wearing revealing tops, shorts or short dresses that show a lot of skin. I never know whether it is out of shock at seeing so much skin or due to carnal desires.

I’m old and have never been subject to it here and never realised the extent of the staring until my cousin visited with his teenage daughters. The girls wore shorts and sleeveless or strappy tops, the same thing they wear in Cape Town during summer. Wherever we went I noticed the stares and lingering glances of strange men, and I must confess I felt particularly protective of the girls, even telling a few of the young men to lower their gaze!

The most important consideration for visitors to the UAE is to maintain modesty and respect for the religious and cultural values of the land and it’s people in speech, actions and dress. Always wear layers, so that you can be comfortable whether you are outside enjoying the heat or inside a cold air conditioned building.

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Best Backless Bras for Backless Dresses – 2017 Reviews

Many women feel that it is difficult to buy a backless bra that offers both good shape and comfort. But this is not true, as one can still easily buy the best backless bras with added comfort and an elegant look.

Despite the fact that selecting the best backless bra can be tough sometimes, it is also possible to find the one backless bra for you, amongst the myriads of bra types, and bra styles in the market. For different dresses, breast types and shapes, lies various types of bra and bra shapes. We will be focusing on top 3 best backless bras for for backless dresses.

Top 3 Best Backless Bras - At A Glance!

Before we go further to expatiate all there is about backless bras, here are certain key facts and figures about top 3 best backless bras as shown in the comparison table below.

Ranking

Brands

Composition

Distinct factors

Editor’s Rating

Komene Strapless Self Adhesive Silicone Push-up Bra

Cups – 100% Self Adhesive Silicone

Underwire Support

Oolala 4.5 Star Premium Backless Adhesive Sticky Strapless Silicone Pushup Bra

100% Silicone

Adhesive Silicone

Tidetell Strapless Self Adhesive Silicone Invisible Push-up Bra

100% Silicone

Contour, demi, underwire cups with the soft felt interior, enhance the breast to give you extreme cleavage

Any woman looking for bra styles that can support and carry the weight of her gown should give Komene Strapless Self Adhesive Silicone Push-up Pink Bra, Oolala 4.5 Star Premium Backless Adhesive Sticky Strapless Silicone Pushup Bra and Tidetell Strapless Self Adhesive Silicone Invisible Push-up Bra a try. These are available in various colors and packed with comfort and elegance.

Some Other Alternative Options For Backless Dresses

A lot of women prefer backless bras that are more comfy, while some place more emphasis on getting backless bras that can ensure that their bust is firm and upright too.

Below, we shall see various other variations that will serve as a bra style guide when choosing comfy backless bras for backless dresses:

1. Breast Petals

For a really low cut dress, one can go for the Nippies Skin Reusable Thin Silicone Nipple Cover Pasties, Petal Tops Disposable Style, and Pasties Women’s Reusable Silicone Nipple Covers Set by Pinky Petals. They are some of the best alternative bra types that you can wear beneath backless tops and dresses.

Ranking

Brands

Composition

Distinct factors

Editor’s Rating

Nippies Skin Reusable Thin Silicone Nipple Cover Pasties

Cups – 100% Silicone

Exclusive ultra-thin Invisifeel (TM) silicone with tapered edges

Petal Tops Disposable Style

100% Polyester

Adhesive Silicone Strapless Bra

Pasties Women’s Reusable Silicone Nipple Covers Set by Pinky Petals

100% Silicone

Adhesive Silicone Strapless Bra

2. Fashion Tape

If you want bra styles that you can use for a backless top or dress, and still maintain a full body sexy shape. Then the Hollywood Fashion Secrets Fashion Tape, Braza Double Sided Flash Tape, and Fashion Tape By Wardrobe Function Great Pasties are likely what you might need.

Ranking

Brands

Composition

Distinct factors

Editor’s Rating

Hollywood Fashion Secrets 36 Piece Fashion Tape

N/A

Fashion Tape Strips

Braza Double Sided Flash Tape, Clear

N/A

Flash Tape

Fashion Tape By Wardrobe Function, Great Pasties | No More Nip Slips!

N/A

Fashion Tape

REVIEWS OF THE Top 3 BEST BACKLESS BRAS OF 2017

Herein lies the brief description of best backless bras available in the market. These reviews will help you to make informed choices. See them as a bra style guide.

Best backless Pushup Bras

We have chosen backless PUSHUP bras, because backless bras don’t have any support at the back and some are virtually strapless too. So if there is no pushup effect in your backless bra, your figure will look flat and obviously you don’t wanna look flat! Consider our top 3 best backless pushup bras to glam up your look for any special occasion.

1. Komene Strapless Self Adhesive Silicone Push-up Pink Bra 2017

This is the type of bra for those looking for a robust look around their bust.

Material (fabric): High-quality silicone

Color: Natural, Diamond White, and Black

Size: Cup A to Cup D

Type: strapless, backless bra, expertly crafted in self-adhesive silicone for a natural shape.

Cup Type: Non-Padded

Suitable for (Occasion): works all day to offer lift and support

With a handful of sizes and colors, Komene Strapless Self Adhesive Silicone Push-up Pink Bra is quite good.

A satisfied customer wrote that this new bra style fitted her perfectly, and was comfortable to wear all day and the straps did not show through on the front or back.

Pros

One of the best backless bras

Can be hand washed

High-quality for reasonable price

Cons

Not to be worn in high temperature

Not good to sweat in

2. Oolala Premium Backless Adhesive Sticky Strapless Silicone Pushup Bra

This is one bra that is suitable for those low back gowns of yours. This is the perfect bra for strapless, backless, low cut, plunging, halter, crisscross or other revealing styles.

Material: Medical grade Silicone

Color: Wide variety of colors (White, Natural, Black etc.)

Size: X-small to Medium

Type: Adhesive

Cup Type: Non-padded

Suitable for (Occasion): works all day to offer lift and support

Below are the words of a satisfied customer, who has obviously found her definition of bra styles.

“Overall I am very happy with this purchase and would recommend this item to anyone.”

Pros

Gives breasts a perky look

Designed in the shape of wings

Cons

The adhesive doesn't stick enough to wear this as a regular sticky bra

3. Tidetell Strapless Self Adhesive Silicone Invisible Push-up Bra

When you want to feel and look shapely and curvier, give Tidetell Strapless Self Adhesive Silicone Invisible Push-up Bra a try. It just might be what you need. With this bra you are likely to look curvier and perky at the bosom region of your body.

Material: High quality Silicone

Color: Nude

Size: Cup A to Cup D

Type: Contour, demi, underwire cups with soft felt interior, enhance the breast to give you extreme cleavage.

Cup Type: Adhesive

Suitable for (Occasion): Can worn underneath ballroom gowns and can also be worn all day to offer lift and support.

A satisfied customer said, “the fashion tape area keeps the boobies in shape and gives cleavage!”

Pros

No seams or straps in sight

Perfect support for curvier look

Cons

Not suitable for over D cup size

Backless Bra Alternatives You Should Know

Check out these alternative options to the best backless bras out there in the market, it’s fun to try something new but risks must be calculated if it’s your special occasion. Make your choice!

Breast Petals

Want to go braless in a backless dress but worried about those perky pop ups? Well, these breast petals can help you have a wilder experience in a decent way. Please check and don’t fret.

1. Nippies Skin Reusable Thin Silicone Nipple Cover Pasties

This one is for the ladies who want to cover just the nipples before putting on a full bra. It comes with a revolutionary Invisi Feel Silicone Technology for a smooth coverage of the nipples.

Material: Silicone

Color: Wide variety of unusual colors

Size: A-D (small) and DD (large)

Type: Nipple Cover

Cup Type: Full coverage wire-free

Suitable for (Occasion): For all day comfort

A satisfied customer said “This is a damn good nipple cover. It looks seamless around the edges. Like you're not wearing anything underneath.”

Pros

Smooth Nipple Cover

Seamless edges

Cons

Doesn’t go well with dark nipples and white dresses

Sweaty and sticks too tight

2. Petal Tops Disposable Style

Go for this one if you want that smooth and seamless comfort. It provides you with a perky bosom.

Material: 100% Polyester

Color: Wide variety of beautiful colors

Size: 36A to 38D

Type: Adhesive Polyester Strapless Bra

Cup Type: Adhesive

Suitable for (Occasion): For all day comfort and support.

A satisfied customer said “I love this bra! I've worn it at least a dozen times and it still sticks.”

Pros

Stylish and trendy

Perky outlook

Cons

Can’t use when sweaty

They are like a band aid without adhesive

3. Pasties Women’s Reusable Silicone Nipple Covers Set by Pinky Petals

Go for this one if you want that smooth and seamless comfort without any regrets for money. It provides comfort for backless and sheer attires, and also gives you a perky bosom.

Material: High Quality Silicone

Color: Wide variety of beautiful colors

Size: All sizes

Type: Adhesive Silicone Strapless Bra

Cup Type: Adhesive

Suitable for (Occasion): For all day comfort and support.

A satisfied customer said “I tried it for a very first time and it goes well with my dress. The covers molded well to my own shape and I definitely could not see the outline of the cover or the color of the cover through my dress ”.

Pros

Reusable

Seamless and strapless

Cons

Can’t use when sweaty

Can’t use with moisturizers on skin

Boob Tape for Backless Dress

A Kim Kardashian fan? You can flaunt a great cleavage without revealing your nipples by using a boob tape. Check out for all the information on how to tape your boobs and make a buying decision with confidence.

1. Hollywood Fashion Secrets 36 Piece Fashion Tape

This is perfect for any clothing style and add convenience by providing comfort and support going braless with backless dresses.

Type: Fashion Tape Strips

Suitable for (Occasion): For all day comfort and support.

A satisfied customer said, “I love this fashion tape strips, it sticks well and very comfortable.”

Pros

You can even repair hems instantly

Holds your clothing in place

Cons

Doesn't work well on Lycra

2. Braza Double Sided Flash Tape

If you want to go for backless dresses and still want to avoid back straps bras then do try Braza Double Sided Flash Tape as it will hold your breast at place by adding extra cleavage and curvier look

Type: Flash Tape

Suitable for (Occasion): For all day comfort and support.

Here is what a satisfied customer has to say: “I don't know how I have gone through my life not knowing about this!”

Pros

Holds clothing in place

It prevents nip slips

Cons

Not good for sweaty body

3. Fashion Tape By Wardrobe Function

Go strapless and benefit from the luxury of freedom with Fashion tape Pasties. This double sided fashion tape is perfect to give seamless look and elegant style to any backless attire.

Type: Fashion Tape

Suitable for (Occasion): For all day comfort and support.

A satisfied customer says the “Tape works great at keeping bra straps in place.”

Pros

It prevents Wardrobe Malfunction

It gives a sensual appearance

Cons

Doesn’t work well with Polyester

Can be less Sticky at times

Tips on Selecting the Perfect Bras for Backless Dresses to Wear

Buying an everyday bra is a real struggle for every woman and when it comes to buying any specific type of bra like a backless bra, the struggle is double. So for your convenience, here are the things you need to take care while looking to buy for bra for backless dresses. This is going to help curb your challenges of making the final buying decision.

Things to look for in the best Backless bra

Right Size: Always go for the right sizes of bra.

Comfort: Always go for comfort above trendiness.

Trendy: Go for trendy bras so far as they are comfortable.

No Spillovers: Get bras that will curb spillovers.

Pushup look: A bra is not a good bra if it doesn’t give you a pushup look.

Suitable for Weather: Wear Bras that are suitable for the kind of weather prevalent around you.

Perfect Support: A bra should provide a good support for your boobs.

Perfect for Outfit: Wear bra that go well with your outfit.

Volume: Always opt for Bras which best fit your breasts’ volume.

How to be a smart online shopper for backless bras?

Get an authentic Product

Always shop for quality bras on trusted merchant.

Look for Material

Look for backless bras materials that are non-allergic to your skin.

Product Reviews

Going through a product’s review is a very good way of knowing that product is good for you or not. It gives you comparative analysis. It is with these ratings that you can make an informed choice before purchase.

These two steps below will help you:

Read a product’s characteristics in detail. It will save you a lot of stress.

Know the right size for you and even check size fitting user reviews, It’s because different brands vary in terms of sizes.

How to wear and care for a backless bra?

Read washing instructions

Read washing instructions to know if a bra is to be washed with a machine or not.

Change your bra at the right time

Get a new bra once the old one is worn out.

Store Properly

Store your Bras in a dry place, to prevent dampness and offensive smell.

How to know if a backless bra is a perfect fit for you

Once, a backless bra sits well on your boobs, without causing any harm to your skin, then it is a perfect fit for you.

Check FAQ Section

Always read through the FAQ Section of online bra shops, in order to get more invaluable information on the product you are about to buy.

Consult Bra experts

Like their name suggests, bra experts will help you to avoid making some common mistakes others make when purchasing Backless Bras.

Conclusion

From all the comparative analysis, we finally recommend the “Komene Strapless Self Adhesive Silicone Push-up Pink Bra” as the best backless bra. This suggestion is based upon obvious facts that it will be beneficial to its users, in terms of comfort, style, support, and affordability.

In conclusion, we admit that it can be quite difficult finding the right kind of backless bra according to your outfit needs. We hope our reviews have helped you, Happy Shopping!

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