#I SAW THE FIRST IMAGE AND IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF M

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Summary: Catching your brother, Aegon, in a most compromising position starts your journey into sexual discovery.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), incest/Targcest, kinda innocent sister!reader, religious guilt, jealous Ae boys, voyeurism (accidental and noncon), slight dubcon, thigh riding, oral (m and f!receiving), squirting, loss of virginity, threesome, spitroast (if you squint), multiple creampies, and slight breeding kink

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All morning, during the breaking of their fast and now in the training yard, Aemond could tell his elder brother was trying so hard to not burst at the seams, his mouth in a perpetual smirk that made him and everyone around him uncomfortable.

Aegon always did this when he had a secret to share, he couldn’t wait to tell someone, even when he wasn’t supposed to. But that was the thrill of it, Aemond supposed, not that he could ever understand his brother’s motivations. He stopped trying to figure Aegon out a long time ago, but still, he knew his brother was going to blurt out whatever nonsense he was keeping to himself sooner or later, and figured he might as well get it over with.

“Speak now or I fear you’ll go blue in the face.”

“I caught her staring at my cock this morning.”

“What?” Aemond hissed, only one sentence uttered and he’s too easily exhausted by his brother’s ramblings. “Who?” He asked, already bored of the conversation, immediately regretting his decision.

“Our dear little sister.” Now, that got his attention.

“And what, brother, was your cock doing out in the open in her presence?” He growled, his fists balling up, nails digging into his palms.

“Relax, it was an accident. She came in to wake me for the breaking of our fast and…mini Aegon always gets a bit jumpy in the morning.” Aemond wished he had both of his eyes so he could roll them both dramatically. “I was a bit hungover and forgot I didn’t have any clothes on when I got out of bed.”

“Why must you traumatize everyone in our family, even her?”

“Oh, she didn’t look quite so traumatized at all.” Aegon smirked, causing Aemond to furrow his brows.

“What do you mean?”

“She looked intrigued, brother. Our little, sweet, innocent sister. I don’t even think she’s ever even seen a cock before, with the way mother and grandsire hover about her like vultures.” And then Aegon genuinely smiled, a somewhat devious smile, but a smile nonetheless. “I’m glad it was my cock she saw first. I’m glad it wasn’t yours.” 

And that, earned Aegon a black eye, though Aemond easily got out of trouble by claiming it was a training accident.

It’s not like Aemond was jealous. You were his baby sister, so innocent and naive; he wanted to shelter you from all harm and obscenities, and now he had Aegon to worry about. Though, he did notice rage rising in his chest at the thought of Aegon giving you a taste of what adulthood could bring first. But he was also probably right in thinking you’ve never seen a man’s private area before. Why does the thought of that make Aemond’s own cock swell? Perhaps he would have to be the first man to muddy your innocence.

For you, you truly hadn’t meant to see your brother in such a situation that morning, you wished you could take it back, but you couldn’t. Now, you were burdened with the image of Aegon’s length burned into your mind and he chose to make it even worse by smirking at you all throughout breakfast.

You weren’t completely naïve as everyone seemed to think, you knew basic anatomy and how babies were made. You had not, however, seen a man’s penis in real life before. You didn’t even know to think that they could be so…large. Perhaps it was just Aegon? You couldn’t know for sure unless you actually investigated, but how unbefitting that would be of a noble lady? You already felt so sinful, the image of a naked Aegon constantly in your mind that you had to go to the Sept to pray. Of course, it didn’t do much but make you feel even more guilty.

Walking back to your chambers through the apartments after a late night snack in the kitchens after your trip to the Sept with your mother, you froze in your tracks as you heard a soft whining noise coming from your eldest brother’s chambers. Was he in pain?

Your face flushed with heat as you heard Aegon’s moan echoing in his chambers, the distant sound of slurping causing you to cringe, realizing he wasn’t in pain at all. But you were so intrigued, you couldn’t help but peek through the obvious crack in the door.

The sight was obscene, you’d never witnessed anything like it. A servant girl had her mouth on your brother’s length, bobbing her head up and down, her hand stroking what she couldn't fit, which was much. Though, Aegon didn’t seem to take lightly to that. You almost gasped when he grabbed onto the maid’s hair tightly, forcing her head down until she gagged, but she also didn’t seem to mind all that much. In fact, she was moaning and the more she moaned, you noticed, Aegon himself seemed to be in more pleasure.

You felt your heart stop as Aegon spotted you in the doorframe and made eye contact with you. Suddenly, he smirked and you realized that his chamber door might’ve been left slightly open on purpose.

Aegon kept his intense eye contact with you as he started to buck his hips into the girl’s mouth, his moans intensifying and his brows furrowed in concentration, and you couldn't look away. An unfamiliar throbbing started in between your legs, and you felt like crying, the feeling so foreign and quite scary. Then, Aegon started to speak.

“Fuck, taking my cock so well, aren’t you?” He was speaking to the maid, but all his attention was solely on you. “You gonna be a good little slut for me and let me come in your mouth?” The maid seemed to hum in a sort of affirmation, but Aegon’s gaze only shifted from your eyes to your lips, how they were slightly parted as you started to breathe heavily. “Such perfect lips, wrapped around my cock so sweetly. Fuck, would have you on your knees night and day if I could. Gods, I’m gonna come. You want it? Beg for it.”

You involuntarily let out a whine, the sweet little noise sending Aegon over the edge, letting out a strained groan as he painted the inside of the maid’s mouth with his cum. He smiled at you as he came down from his high, his eyes only seeming to darken at the sight of you still watching. But you became so embarrassed and ashamed, you fled the scene, locking yourself in your chambers and crying yourself to sleep.

Aegon couldn’t wait to tell Aemond.

And Aemond could’ve gutted Aegon right then and there the next morning as his wretched brother relayed the previous night’s events. He went too far, now you were probably scarred for life. Aemond didn’t like the thought of you marred and tainted by someone else. He wished you to stay pure forever, though he knew the idea was far-fetched in this world.

Aemond decided to check on you, perhaps apologize for their brother’s lecherous behavior. And approaching your chamber door and placing his ear to the wood, he could hear you crying faintly and his heart broke a little. He sighed, opening the door as quietly as he could not to scare you, wanting to be gentle with you while Aegon was more than a little rough.

Aemond’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of you. You were crying, but for a different reason than he originally thought.

You were in your bed, bare, with your hand between your legs. Your dainty fingers were pushing apart your soaked folds, desperately rubbing circles where you thought your clitoris was. Aemond’s cock swelled immediately, opting to stay quiet and watch you from the shadows, which he was thankful he was so good at.

You were frustrated, that much he could tell. It seemed like no matter how hard or how fast, you could never reach your peak. He felt sorry for you, truly, but he decided he could watch you forever like this. Tears rolling down your cheeks, your body writhing and twisting, trying to find the right angle but never achieving your intended goal.

Aemond could step in. He could go to you right now and help you reach your climax, over and over again. His cock twitched in his trousers at the thought of taking your maidenhead, making you come on his cock so many times you would beg him to have mercy on you. You were his little sister, your maidenhead would and should belong to him sooner or later, why not speed up the process?

Aemond almost took the step he would need to open your door all the way, but you cried out in frustration, giving up and removing your hand from yourself, groaning in pain. You curled in on yourself, hugging your pillow, hitting it a few times. You poor, poor thing, Aemond though. Maybe the thought of you being so desperate that you begged him to help you is what eventually got Aemond to walk away. But as soon as he got back to his own chambers, he made himself come to the memory of you touching yourself.

Aemond couldn’t wait to tell Aegon.

And Aegon was furious. How dare Aemond get to see you naked first? And how dare he not help you in your obvious time of need? You clearly didn’t know how to properly pleasure yourself.

Aegon wasn’t that selfish. If it was him that walked in on you, he would’ve jumped in bed with you and helped you relieve yourself…multiple times…in multiple ways. First, he’d teach you how to make yourself come, he was somewhat of an expert on the matter. Then, he’d make you come himself: on his fingers, his tongue, his cock, his thigh, his belly. Anywhere. Anywhere, Aegon thought, he’d have you use every single part of his body to make yourself release.

Aegon decided he’d be the first man to make you have a climax. He giggled as he imagined Aemond’s expression after the fact, knowing how territorial he was over you. Aegon knew his younger brother was in love with you, had been since the lot of you were children, but Aemond was also an emotionally constipated twat who’d rather lose his other eye than talk about his feelings. But enough about Aemond, who cares about Aemond? Aegon was now a man on a mission.

Aegon chose to ambush you, considering that’s what he was best at, his impulsiveness. Though, he probably could’ve chosen a better location than some secluded hallway of the Keep. Thankfully, he wasn’t a terribly picky person.

“Are you well, dear sister?” Aegon asked, jogging to catch up with you on your walk. He could tell you were thinking about that night, the way you never met his gaze and the few scarce glances you took of his clothed cock giving you away.

“Yes, thank you, brother.” You hurried out, starting to walk a bit faster, now desperate to get to your own chambers to attempt to fix the throbbing between your legs again.

“Something on your mind, darling?” Darling…huh, that was new.

“Nothing.” You stuttered, almost tripping over your skirts in an attempt to speed walk away, but Argon was there to catch you…and pin you to the wall. “Aegon! What on earth do you think you’re doing?” You gasped in surprise.

“You sure sound fragile and innocent for someone who craves their older brother’s cock.” Aegon pressed himself against you, his thigh pushing in between your legs slightly.

“I surely don’t know what you mean! Unhand me this instant!” You let out a high pitched whine as Aegon pressed his knee hard between your legs, brushing over that spot you were so desperate to find.

“Don’t act so coy, we both know how much you enjoyed watching me getting sucked off. Isn’t that right, sweet sister?”

“I…I didn’t mean-”

“Shh,” Aegon interrupted, pressing his index finger to your lips, entranced by how soft they were, “and I know you’ve been struggling recently. I just want to be a good big brother and help you out. I hate to think of you in pain.” He cooed in mock sympathy, and before you could ask what he meant, he started to grind your hips into his thigh, grinning devilishly at your strangled moan.

“A-Aegon…”

“Shut up.” He snapped, grabbing your roots at the nape of your neck, tugging harshly, making you cry out in pain. “Quiet now, or we’ll get caught…and you won’t find that release you’ve been so trying for.”

Your eyes widened. “How did you-?”

“Aemond just wanted to make sure you were okay, but instead he found you writhing about in bed like a wanton whore.” He tched disapprovingly, lifting up your skirts with his hand, pushing his thigh against your bare cunt. Aegon giggled darkly, “I can feel you soaking me through my trousers, dirty girl.”

“I’m sorry.”

Aegon smirked, surging forward to capture your lips in your first kiss, muffling your loud moan as he forced your cunt to grind on his thigh. It was forceful and sloppy, tongue and teeth clashing together; but you were shocked at yourself when you realized that you enjoyed it.

No, you thought, this was all wrong. This is exactly what your mother warned you about. If it felt good, it was a sin. You couldn’t dare disobey her, so you whined as you pushed Aegon’s mouth off yours, only for him to move down to suckle at your neck. “Brother, this is wrong.” You begged, your hips stuttering as you neared some sort of high.

“Tell me to stop.”

“S-Stop…”

Aegon grinned, and in a sing-songy voice, “That didn’t sound too terribly convincing, sweet sister.”

“Stop!” You spoke, more determined. “If my virtue is called into question, we’ll lose any potential allies we could gain through marriage!” You whisper yelled, trying to keep in your moans all the while.

Aegon giggled, as if Aemond would allow you to be married off to someone other than him. “You say that like it’s a horrid thing.” He forced your hips to continue their pace as he growled, “You’re an idiot if you think we’d let you be married off to someone other than us.”

“Aegon-!” You gasped. “Something's happening…” You spoke fearfully, your soft moans escaping you profusely.

“Good. That’s good. Come for me, darling.”

He pushed you over the edge, your body betraying you, making you feel sinfully euphoric when this was all so, so wrong. “By the Seven…” You’d have to pray day and night for a whole week in the Sept to even attempt to atone for this egregious act.

Aegon hummed, playfully disapproving. “You should pray to me, not the gods. For I am the only one who’s made you feel this way, yes?”

You nodded meekly.

“Let it stay that way.”

The next day, Aemond found it hard to be in your company knowing your dalliance with Aegon, who rushed to tell him right after it happened, jealousy and envy coursing through his veins. And rage, that you allowed such a thing to occur, though he knew his brother could be quite, er, persuasive. The memory of watching you try to gratify yourself also makes it quite…hard.

You and Aemond would often spend time in the library together, reading different books and trading them afterwards, discussing your opinions. But now what was once a relaxing and enjoyable occasion, was now filled with tension.

Aemond could tell you were nervous, the way you kept shifting in your seat, reading the same passage over and over again but never comprehending the words, not when you felt so vulnerable under his scrutinizing gaze. He knew that you knew he had watched you touch yourself pathetically, but you were terrified and wanted to avoid a discussion altogether. But not, Aemond couldn’t have that, not when you let Aegon make you come for the first time.

“Aegon told me what happened.” You almost jumped at the sound of his voice, no matter how soft his tone was, you were so on edge.

“It…It happened so suddenly, I didn’t know what was going on!” You tried to explain yourself, but you felt like you were just digging an even deeper hole for yourself. “I don’t know what happened…”

“Did you enjoy it?”

You blushed, avoiding his gaze. “I…I…”

You gasped as Aemond grabbed your jaw harshly, forcing you to look at him, his gaze piercing. “Did. You. Enjoy it?”

“Yes.” You blurted, tears coming to your eyes, your face burning with shame.

Aemond hummed, a small, almost imperceptible smirk adorning his face. “Do you want to feel that feeling again, dōna mandia?”

“W-What?” You stuttered. “I don’t even know what that feeling was.”

“Don’t worry, sweet sister. If you’d allow me to educate you?”

“Aemond…I don’t.”

“Shh,” He cooed, your eyes widening as he sank to his knees in front of you, “let me teach you…”

“I suppose…if it’s for the sake of education.” Besides, it’s not like you had the physical strength to stop your brother from pushing up your skirt, a lust filled gleam in his eye. That throbbing coming from your core started up again, and you realized it was arousal, but you didn’t know a woman could feel such things. You were only ever taught a man would…become engorged, to pass his semen into the woman, hopefully creating a little life in the process. You’ve heard that it felt pleasurable to a man, but never a woman. The woman would have to lie there while the man did all the work, putting the latter in immense pain. It didn’t sound too terribly alluring, but then that day with Aegon…

Your thoughts were interrupted when Aemond kissed your core, his breath fanning over the slick that had gathered there, a weak gasp escaping your lips. “Poor thing, so needy, aren’t you?” He spoke sympathetically, his tone not that genuine, but made you shiver nonetheless. “I’m sorry you had to struggle so, but I’m here to help you now, sweet girl.”

Parting your folds similarly to how you did the other day, he planted a sloppy openmouthed kiss to your most sensitive area, making you let out a loud gasp. You whined as he placed his thumb there, rubbing torturously slow circles over it. “This is what you were trying to find, isn’t that right? This is how you were able to feel so euphoric with our idiot brother. He was cruel to not teach you about your own body, leaving you stranded. But I must admit, I’m glad that I can teach you instead.” Your mind went hazy at his words, his thumb not stopping its ministrations, making it difficult to comprehend what he was telling you. But gods, you did not want him to stop.

“I thought-” You quickly stopped yourself, too embarrassed to speak your mind.

“Tell me.” Aemond insisted.

“I didn’t know…a woman could feel this way.”

Aemond frowned, caressing the inside of your thighs was his other unoccupied hand. “The truth is, men are afraid to give women pleasure, fearing it will give them too much power over them. But I suppose that it is sometimes true. I’m afraid you have much power over me, mandia.”

You let out a strangled moan as Aemond surged forward, running his warm tongue over your folds like a man starved, his efforts focused on your bundle of nerves, driving you so easily to your peak. You gripped onto his hair like a lifeline, trying to survive this onslaught of pleasure. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to the feeling, even less the way you were receiving it. It’s like Aemond was in the exact position Aegon’s maid was the other night, on his knees with his mouth on you, and you wondered if your eldest brother felt as weak with pleasure as you did now. But from what you could tell, Aemond was receiving pleasure from this as well, even though there was no stimulation to his length. 

Aemond’s moaning caused vibrations that threatened to encompass you completely, your walls pulsing and contracting around nothing. Then you felt prodding at your entrance, a finger deftly slipping inside you without warning, causing you to cry out. Even with just one of Aemond’s fingers, you felt so full. How in the world would you be able to fit a man’s member inside when the time comes? He curled his finger inwards, hitting a spot inside that you didn’t even know was there. “Do you feel that, little one?” He smiled as you nodded feverishly. “That is one of the many other pleasure spots in a woman’s body. Though, it can be more difficult to find, considering its location. Most of the time, a woman needs stimulation to her pearl to find release, but there are some who can come from this spot as well, if their lover is adept enough. Would you like to find out if you are one of these women?”

You couldn’t even get an answer out before Aemond started to thrust his finger in and out, adding a second when he thought you were slick enough, curling in a come hinder motion that you swore you could see stars dot your vision. More and more, he increased the pressure to your front wall, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt something build and build until you froze. “Aemond, s-stop-! It feels like I have to-”

Aemond ignored you, in fact, only seemed to increased his thrusts until you were practically wailing, a gush of wetness shooting out of your core, coating Aemond’s hand with clear fluid, your face flushing with heat as you realized what you’d done. “Gevie.” He spoke so softly, you couldn’t possibly be embarrassed anymore. You twitched and whimpered in overstimulation when Aemond licked up your puffy folds, humming as he tasted your release. “So good. Aegon didn’t make you do that, did he?” He smirked proudly, at you and himself.

“I didn’t even think that was possible…”

“Well, I’d love to make you come like that again and again, but I’m afraid it’s nearing supper time. Perhaps I could give you a proper educational lesson soon?” Still dazed and your mind hazy with pleasure, you nodded absentmindedly, causing Aemond to let out a little chuckle as he rose to his feet, adjusting his trousers with a grunt. He leaned down so that his lips were right next to your ear, “I’ll see you at the dinner table, sweet sister.”

And after a long miserable supper full of tension, for you anyway, Aemond took Aegon aside to boast in his talent.

“You made her do what?!” Aegon shrieked, thankfully not loud enough to be heard past the musicians that were still playing after the dinner. “Tell me how you did that, brother! You must!”

Aemond rolled his eye. “Perhaps you should spend more time reading and actually educating yourself rather than mess around with the chambermaids and ladies on the Street of Silk.”

Aegon scoffed dismissively. “Who has time for reading?” I would hope the future lord of the Seven Kingdoms would make the time, Aemond thought coldly. He watched Aegon in disdain as he watched you take your leave back to your chambers, bidding your mother and grandsire goodnight, a dreamy expression on his face. “I want to be the one to take her maidenhead.”

Aemond growled as he grabbed ahold of the collar of Aegon’s shirt, pushing him against the nearest wall. “You shall do no such thing.” But the elder brother only grinned playfully, making Aemond nearly explode in rage. “She’s mine. She will be wed to me someday, not you.”

“Well, I suppose we’ll see. May the best brother win.”

Aemond knew he was the better brother, and he knew he couldn't wait around for Aegon to take what is rightfully his.

As soon as the moon rose up into the sky, most of the Keep’s residents settling down for the night, Aemond quietly left his chambers through the secret passageways, stalking his way to yours. He was already half hard, imagining your look of surprise, imagining your cries of pain and pleasure as he stretched you with his cock for the first time. He mindlessly started to walk faster, desperate to finish this tedious competition.

Aemond underestimated his elder brother, and Aegon knew that. Everyone underestimated him, but rightfully so. But when it came to pleasures of the flesh, Aegon was right there, like a good studious boy. But even he was surprised he got to your chambers before Aemond did.

You never failed to take Aegon’s breath away, no matter what you were doing. Much like now, you were simply brushing the tangles out of your locks while sitting at your vanity, the moon shining through your windows giving you an ethereal glow. Unfortunately, Aegon couldn’t silently admire you for long as you much too quickly noticed him in your mirror. 

“Aegon?” You squeaked, placing your hand over your heart in surprise.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, little sister.” He tried to not take your body in, only in a thin little shift that barely left anything to the imagination, but ultimately failed.

“What are you doing here, Aegon?” You almost scowled, honestly getting exhausted at the attention your brothers were giving you as of late.

“I can’t wish my dear sister goodnight?”

“We both know those are not your true intentions.”

Aegon shrugged, a lazy smile on his face. “You caught me. I’m a villain. What shall you do to punish me, hm?”

Your face flushed at his words, the thought of having to give out a punishment made an unwanted pang of arousal resonate through your lower belly. “You should leave, mother doesn’t like me having visitors when she’s not present, she’d have a fit if she found out you were in here.”

Aegon ignored your words, in fact, they seemed to spur him on further. You tried taking a step back as he moved closer to you, but letting out a small gasp as the back of your thighs hit your vanity. “Let her find out then.” And without another word, his lips were on yours, snaking his hand around to gently tug the roots of your hair at the nape of your neck, forcefully shoved his tongue in your mouth with an obnoxious moan.

“Aegon-” You tried pulling away, “stop.” But he wouldn’t have it, using both his hands to pull you as close as possible, your chest pressing against his. His knee found a similar position between your thighs like he did the other day, making you grind your core against him.

“I heard Aemond got to taste your sweet little cunt,” He said disapprovingly, “made you come so hard you made a mess all over his hand. But I can assure you, darling, I can make you come with just my big cock. Would you like that?”

You shook your head, trying to flee as he dragged you to your bed, hearing the sound of his belt unbuckling as he ripped your shift right off you. “Aegon, please-!”

“Shh,” You cried out as he ran his fingers through your folds, grinning at how much slickness was gathered there, “you’re so wet for me. You can say you don’t want me as much as you want, but your body is telling me a different story.”

That was the problem, you did want him, but you also wanted Aemond. You couldn’t possibly have both and you didn’t want to have to choose too early. “This is a bad idea, brother, please.” Your words fell on deaf ears, Aegon replying by burying his face in your cunny, slurping up your essence and moaning at the taste.

“Fuck, better than I couldn’t imagined. Aemond’s a fool to think he can have you all to himself. This sweet pussy needs as much love as it can take.”

“Aegon!” You cried out as he suckled on your nub, your body jolting and writhing violently as he quickly began to overstimulate you. “Too much, it’s too much!” You wailed, trying to pry his mouth from your core, to no avail, until a deep growling voice echoed through your chambers.

“Now what do we have here?”

You and Aegon both went wide eyed at the sight of Aemond, his eye glazed over in a dark glare. “Brother,” Aegon smiled, “welcome. You’re just in time for the feast.” He teased, only for Aemond to tear his brother away from you, making you let out a pained whine at the loss of stimulation.

“I told you that she’s mine, you dirty bastard. Her lips, her cunt, her whole body included.”

You didn’t know what came over you, but your hand lowered until you reached the combined wetness of your slick and Aegon’s spit, the lubrication adding to the pleasure on your clit. Seeing your brothers fighting over you awoke something primal in you, and you couldn’t resist how desperate it made you. “Aemond…” You whined, bucking your hips against your fingers.

Aemond and Aegon both looked down at you, writhing and whimpering for release and suddenly, their rivalry didn’t seem to matter all that much. “I never was good at sharing, but I suppose…just this once.” Aemond whispered, lowering himself to his knees, replacing your fingers with his tongue.

Aegon grinned as he moved around to kiss you passionately, palming himself through his trousers and taking his hard cock out of its confines. You didn’t even comprehend him taking your hand and placing it on his length until you felt it, the silky skin warm and pulsing in your palm. “Stroke me, like this, sweet girl.” He guided your hand movements, letting go as you got used to the rhythm, your ministrations stuttering as Aemond’s tongue pushed you closer and closer to your peak.

Before you could reach your climax, Aemond pulled away, removing all his clothes as you begged to come, Aegon grunted as your grip tightened. “Let me show you how I made her come the other day, brother. It is truly a sight to see, and I’m feeling generous.” Aemond spoke softly, pushing you back farther up your bed, spreading your legs as far as possible.

Aegon eagerly placed himself between your legs, pushing two fingers inside of you at Aemond’s instruction. You moaned loudly as Aegon started to curl his fingers against that spongy spot at your front walls, that familiar sensation building and building. “That feel good, darling?” He teased.

“Yes!” You stuttered, whimpered as Aemond sat beside you, kneading your breasts in his hands and placing sloppy kisses at your neck as Aegon continued to bring you to your peak. “Oh, gods, Aegon-!”

“She’s close, keep fingering her until she starts to leak, then pull out and rub her clit. If you’re lucky, she’ll soak your face.” Aemond instructed, and all you could do was be at their mercy. 

Aemond held you down as you started to buck wildly against Aegon’s fingers, the lewd squelching noises coming from your cunt making your face flush with heat, feeling like your blood could be sweating through the pores of your cheeks any minute. You were babbling nonsense as you felt your peak swiftly approaching, tears dripping copiously down your cheeks, barely registering Aemond’s fingers wiping them away as he softly cooed praises into your ears. “Yes, yes, yes-!” You wailed, feeling that gush of wetness burst out of you as you came, hearing Aegon’s laugh of surprise as you shot your release all over his hand, chest, and face.

“Fuck, that was so…”

“I know.” Aemond interrupted. “Such a good girl for us, isn’t she?”

Aegon smirked. “For us, huh?”

“Don’t push it.” Aemond shoved Aegon out of the way, manhandling your body like you were a ragdoll, your intense release rendering you completely useless. But they were far from done with you yet, if their fully erect lengths told you anything. All you could do was wait until you felt Aemond’s cock prodding at your entrance, the tip much thicker than his or Aegon’s fingers.

“Be gentle…please.” You begged, your words slurring together slightly.

“Yes, brother,” Aegon spoke, “be gentle with her, because I won’t be. You know that.”

Ignoring his brother’s words, Aemond leaned down to kiss you sweetly. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll go as slow as you like.” Causing Aegon to scoff at the sentiment.

You whimpered as Aemond slowly pushed into you, the stretch so incredibly painful despite being prepped so thoughtfully beforehand. And even though Aegon acted disgusted by Aemond’s kindness, you could tell he didn’t want you in pain by the way he had your head sitting in his lap, leaning down to kiss all around your face as you tried not to cry out in pain. You and Aemond let out loud moans as he finally bottomed out, hitting the ends of you and making you feel so full.

“Seven Hells, so tight.” Aemond groaned, thrusting in and out of you as slow as he could manage. “You’re doing so well, ñuha zaldrītsos, so fuckin’ well.” The praise went straight to your core, making your walls clench around him. “Shit, don’t do that. I want this to last.”

“Gonna come so quickly already, little brother? I must say, that’s really disappointing. Don’t you want to make her come too?”

Something seemed to snap inside Aemond at his brother’s taunting words, a yelp escaping you as he flipped you over on all fours, entering you from behind, the new angle making you sob in pleasure. And Aemond wasn’t keeping a slow and steady pace this time. You practically screamed as his shaft bullied the sensitive spot along your walls, your hands finding Aegon’s to keep yourself from floating out of reality.

“Fucking her to your liking now?” Aemond spat, grunting loudly as you kept clenching around him. “She’s close again already. How’s that for disappointing?”

Aegon giggled, sitting back on his haunches. “I was only jesting, brother. But now, with this new position, she can finally wrap those pretty lips around my cock like she’s wanted to do for so long now. Isn’t that right, darling?”

You couldn’t really respond properly with Aemond hitting the end of your cervix with every deep and harsh thrust, your uncontrollable moans interrupting anything you were trying to say.

“Go easy on her. She’s not some whore from the Street of Silk. She won’t be able to take all of you.” Aemond warned.

“I’m not that much of an idiot.” But Aemond only raised his brow skeptically, watching in a threatening gaze as Aegon lowered your head down to his cock. “Want to make me feel good too, hm?” You nodded as best you could, opening your lips slightly as Aegon pushed his thumb inside. “Suck.” And you obeyed, closing your lips around his thick thumb, swirling your tongue around the digit, coating it in your drool. “Good girl, now just do the same thing to my cock, okay?”

With a surprising surge of confidence, you wrapped your lips around Aegon’s length and started to suck just as he instructed, eliciting a moan from the man. It was hard not to moan around his cock as Aemond’s kept building a release inside you, but then you remembered how it seemed that maid moaning around his cock made it more pleasurable for him, and so you decided to not hold back any of your moans.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Aemond moaned, speeding up his thrusts, the pace hurdling you towards your own peak. You had to pull off Aegon to breath, moaning and clenching around Aemond’s cock as the waves of euphoria washed over you, effectively milking Aemond of his own release, his spend shooting deep inside you could practically feel your womb expanding with his seed.

“My turn.” Aegon growled, leaving your side to push Aemond out of the way, giving you no time to recover as he quickly replaced Aemond’s cock with his. “Oh, Seven Hells, fuck-! You weren’t jesting about how tight she is.” He shuddered, cunt struck by just one thrust.

“I suppose we never take each other seriously.” Aemond mused, moving to sit beside you, kissing you while you pathetically tried to keep yourself upright but failing miserably as Aegon thrusted into you fast and hard, his own release nearing quicker than he would like by the volume of his moans. “And I thought I was quick to come.”

“Shut up-oh!” Aegon’s cock pulsed inside you, twitching as he was right there. “You know now how irresistible this pussy is, fuck, yeah!” You both moaned in tandem as Aegon finished inside you as well, pulling out to watch as the mixture of his and Aemond’s cum leaked out of your swollen cunt. Aemond couldn’t help but watch as well, his gaze fixated on the way the white fluid dripped down your thighs, making a puddle on your sheets. “If our seed takes, who do you think mother will marry her to?” Aegon asked absentmindedly.

“Me.” Aemond said easily, meanwhile you were struggling to even catch your breath, your body shaking as you were coming down from your high.

“What if I want you both?” You asked meekly, wincing as you tried to sit up, Aegon having to help you. It was hard to resist your puppy dog eyes, looking up at them with your leftover tears and they were goners. You had them wrapped around your pretty finger.

Aegon and Aemond shared a look, a look that said a million words all at once and nothing at all. Perhaps it was their closeness in age, or something practiced and rehearsed, but they seemed to understand each other despite their differences. “No matter what, darling, you will have us both.” You probably should’ve understood that as a threat rather than romantic reassurance.

It wasn’t but the very next day that your mother announced that you’d be married to both Aemond and Aegon, like a reverse Aegon the Conqueror with his two sister wives. Your mother was furious but had no choice in the matter, no one would have you now that you were sullied, all chances of being married for an advantage was thrown out the window along with your innocence.

Though, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, not when your beloved husbands devoted their entire lives to you ever since the wedding day.

@valeskafics tagging you cause i know you were excited lmao

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[nouearth]

an internship at wayne interprises. (part ii)

bruce wayne x male reader headcanons

part i.

warnings: smut, age gap, bottom reader, breeding, virgin!reader, top!bruce, established relationship, lowkey kind of fluffy, bruce is falling in love.

a/n: aaaand it's finally here! i hope you all enjoy the long awaited part two! i was watching american psycho recently and bruh, i forgot how hot he looked in it. like. i want to run my tongue all over him.

—as intimidating as bruce was, he never found the courage, or time really, to isolate you from your responsibilities.

—was it cowardliness that he was faced with? or was it that returning feeling that churned in his stomach, swelled in his chest, until it made him rethink the thoughts he’s had of you?

—guilt. he never felt it when he was jerking off to your pictures, which have become a daily routine now. 

—but it returned in powerful marches, ached at the center of his heart, ridiculing him for thinking about his employee in such a crude, exploitive way.

—he always felt it when he saw you first thing in the morning, working quietly, mindlessly as your body had begun to become used to the caffeine.

—like wind chimes, you moved around people - around the wind - not with them, as you made your way to the break room. 

—three packets of sugar and two spoons of creamer normally kept you awake, but the frozen pocket pizza in the toaster oven was the real source of your energy. 

—bruce winced as he silently watched you from afar. you yawned, rubbed your eyes as the heat from the toaster oven warmed the surrounding area.

—jesus, no wonder you’re always so tired. look at the shit you’re eating.

—the march of soldiers, rioting against guilt, roared, and he was reminded of his privilege immediately after. a butler that had been providing him three nutritious meals a day since birth, and a garden of wealth that allowed him to afford a home gym with the best equipment; it was all handed to him and while he did his best to give back to the city, it was never enough to pacify the war zone of his chest. he was a person, a wealthy person, but a person nonetheless.

—you were a person.

—though ironically enough, he came to the the image of you hungrily licking the grease off your fingers when you were finished with breakfast later that night.

—there was always something new about you that he would fixate on when his hand met his cock, stroking it with a glorious amount of lube until it dried. 

—though he never fretted, because your lips, your face, your nose - everything about you - milked him until the fresh stock of cum had become the only slime that layered his softening erection.

—like bruce’s nights, you’ve begun infiltrating the routine of his mornings now.

—or rather, bruce began infiltrating yours after he visited you in the break room for the first time.

—good morning, mister wayne…

—oh, new intern, right? your name was…?

—he always feigned his disinterest because he liked hearing your name come out of your handsome mouth.

—(m/n), sir…

—it sounded beautiful. the softness of your voice kindled a tenderness in bruce and it could’ve cradled him to sleep had the coffee from the break room not been so disgusting and cheap.

—the third time, he memorized the pattern you spoke in. your voice always trailed off at the end of a sentence as if it had been stolen by a criminal.

—it’s (m/n), sir…

—he wished he could be that somebody.

—the fifth time, he’d gotten used to the watery aftertaste of the coffee.

—wait, don’t tell me. your name rhymes with…

—and when you laughed because bruce was completely off by a mile, he saw a glimpse of your soul that had been sheltered by intimidation and anxiety.

—he learned he wanted to become a part of your life when he took you out for lunch.

—long overdue, but i usually take my interns out for lunch.

—bruce usually didn’t.

—oh—mister wayne, i don’t think that’s necessary… i already packed lunch.

—great! you don’t have to pack for tomorrow then.

—wait, but i haven’t set up the meeting with—

—i’ll get someone on it—already made reservations, c’mon.

—he’d learned so much about you that day, then the following, and the next; your upbringing, your hopes and dreams, your downfalls, it felt like he was walking on water with the way you willingly opened more of yourself every consecutive day.

—he could listen to you talk for hours, become poisoned by it if your voice was liquid, and bruce accepted that risk when he made another routine to invite you for lunch.

—previous nights were as followed: he stroked his cock to you, breathing heavily into the memory of your cologne, the wrinkles of your shirt, the curl of your lips when he made a joke.

—since he’d gotten to know you as more than a stained selfie, more than the meek statue that stood in the corner; instead of feeding himself with the thoughts of you that derived from pure lust, the reality of his nights had shifted.

—he stroked himself, that never changed. but he closed his eyes, breathing until he could see the ghost of you by his side.

—your shared bodies tensed into one another as his body curved forward into the arc of your back when he pushed in for the first time. you reached back to hold his thigh, pausing his thrusts because you needed to adjust, because you wanted to feel all of him in complete comfort.

—it was intimacy.

—it only melted - your body - when bruce kissed the shell of your ear, telling you that he’ll continue once you were ready. you let him in, sprouted for him like a bud in spring, and felt all of him swell larger inside of you with a whimper.

—it was vulnerability.

—he made sure you were touched, palming your erection as he rocked his own into your bud. from the nape of your neck to the hill of your back, he blessed you in the wet of his mouth, battling the sweat that had gathered on your body to see who would claim the vacancy of your body.

—he made sure to make you feel safe, drowning you in affection with his low voice, with the bridge that had constructed between your soul and his as he thrusted deeper, connected into you when he pressed into a spot that had the heavy air memorize every letter of bruce’s name.

—and finally crossed when he filled you with all of his endearment towards you, heavy and thick in combative sequence. he never pulled away in fret of losing the sentiment—in fret of losing you. 

—it was love.

—from then on, bruce was devoted to melt the frost that had shielded you, just as you had melted his.

—because he was going to protect you now.

—the guilt that had been egging the shelter of his heart wilted in the pit of his stomach when he kissed you for the first time.

—and then completely died when you kissed him back. 

—your arms were around his neck, and his were around your waist. you and bruce slow danced to the tune of his favorite song, in the middle of his living room, and so did your lips when he leaned in again.

—it never progressed further than that, despite the ache in bruce’s pants yelling at him to. he wanted to savor every moment with you, in case he happened to chase you away like he did with the others.

—you were special, and bruce held you like the rarest gem on earth for the first time that night.

—again, when he visited you in mornings to drive you to work.

—again, on nights where you were too tired to drive back to your apartment.

—again, after morning meetings were over and every businessmen and women left the vicinity upon the announcement of food catering a few floors down.

—and then again, when bruce’s thoughts had become a reality.

—b-bruce, ngh…

—you reached back to his thigh like in his thoughts, carefully maneuvering and pacing his thrusts into you. your breath stained deep into the cover of his pillow when bruce applied his weight into you, fitting his broad body to the dip of your back.

—i got you, hm? —nice and slow…

—his voice tickled your nape, soothing it with chaste kisses when your muscles tensed, and you breathed harder into the pillow when you let his thigh go, freeing him to do as he pleased. the warmth of your breath fogged your skin as his girth opened you to a profound feeling you’ve been too intimidated to discover

—faster, please…

—he was humored, not because you were embarrassing like the flush of your skin thought, but because you were still the same person he’d met months ago, appeased by it. you were calmed by an assurance, a kiss to your shoulder then your lips, yet your body only continued to bloom with roses. 

—you’re still so polite even when we’ve done so many things together…

—bruce pressed deeper into you, panting in your ear as he delivered on your timid demands. he knew you now—read you like a book. you were too afraid to ask for anything despite becoming so vulnerable with each other, and he made sure that you were safe with him.

—your requests were silent sans the moans that have escaped, but he heard every single one of them. his hips drove into you harder for a few rhythms, then excruciating slower to coerce a plea out of you—to pull your beautiful moans along with desperation.

—he wanted to hear you, pulling himself completely out of your bud.

—f-fuuuuck, bruce! please—i need you, please.

—more, he needed to hear you want him as much as he’d been wanting you. his arms wrapped around your waist, and his fingers curled over your cock. it provided a friction, a hole for you to press into as his fist was sandwiched between your body and the bed, and you took the opportunity to desperately thrust into it.

—secretly, you’d hope to thrust yourself back onto his cock.

—but again, he knew you; silently observant and logical, and he raised his hips back, avoiding the desperate grinds of your bottom.

—how badly do you need me, hm? —how bad do you want me?

—bruce needed to hear it, to compel a truth to his prophecy. his hand unwrapped around you and you were left desperately grinding into the soft fabric of his sheets with a whine. they were music to his ears, and the drips of his cock dribbled over the curve of your bottom as if they were notes to a stave, to the sound of your torment.

—i-i need you, please…

—he exhaled.

—so bad.

—he gulped.

—so fucking bad…

—he throbbed.

—mister wayne… —please…

—bruce’s two worlds had collided: his previous thoughts of you rocketed into the current with a cloudy explosion, and he succumbed. you looked back at him with glassy orbs, sweat running down the side of your face, and bruce was overwhelmed by the beauty our deepest desires. how quickly it could destroy the barrier that we’ve built, how quickly he could destroy yours and unfurl your vulnerabilities when he finally drove himself back in one long and smooth thrust. 

—f-fuuuuck...

—it was continuous. you wouldn’t admit it, but he knew you preferred being filled like this. he notified the curl of your fingers, clutching at whatever you could to fulfill the aching need to grasp onto something.

—god—

—hard when bruce came down, but slow and affectionate when he pulled out. you felt every thick inch sliding in and out of you. at times, you would purposely tighten in fear of losing bruce, but his thrusts reminded you that you wouldn’t.

—bruce reminded you again when his lips suckled on your shoulder.

—i’m close, (m/n)…

—when his hand stroked your aching cock.

—m-me too…

—and when bruce pushed all of his sweaty weight onto you with one hard thrust.

—shit, shit—

—the boiling feeling in his stomach unfurled inside of you to release his devotion in heavy, white loads. they filled you with heat, spreading thick within you as bruce slowly rocked himself weakly, squeezing every ounce of his love into you until you could feel it yourself.

—bruce—

—your eyes rolled back and you could feel the thick of his cum dripping out of you and down your legs the more he plunged into your hole, and it didn’t take very long for you to come undone yourself. the seam of your mouth kept your moans contained as you blasted bruce’s fist and the sheets with your affection, and it wasn’t until his hand came down to pump you that you exhaled a staggered, breathless groan. the drips came out heavy, sticky, and you rocked into bruce’s fist until they spread themselves thin onto your pelvis, over your cock, and stained deep into the sheets.

—as you both lay breathless, bruce remained on top, puzzled into you as he found comfort in your muscles loosening like the flaccid of your length. he continued playing with your soft flesh, squeezing and spreading the layer of seed that covered his hand, and chuckled when you silently squirmed. 

—not away from him like he’d thought, but back into him.

—because he was your guardian now.

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

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[xyziiix]

𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘐𝘚 𝘈 𝘊𝘙𝘖𝘞𝘋 ~ 𝘑.𝘗 & 𝘚.𝘙

PAIRINGS: Captain John Price X Female!Reader X Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

WARNINGS: SMUT - this is pure porn u guys - MMF threesome, unprotected P in V (wrap it please for the love of god) spanking, ROUGH GHOST, Price being an arsehole, being fucked over a desk, Eiffel Tower 😏, oral (m!receiving), creampie, kinda degrading.

A/N: I heard your pleas you little horndogs. You ask and you shall receive. (Sorry it’s a lil rushed and — surprise surprise, not proof read yet)

[could be read as a part 2 to ARDOUR, could also be read by itself)

It was Price that had noticed it first.

Of course he had. He was regardful. Observant.

He noticed it first a few days after you’d returned to base from Urizakstan. The way the Lieutenant’s eyes would linger on you when you were talking or just suddenly appeared — breathing life into the room, as you usually did. And it wasn’t just in a way one would be respectably paying attention to someone whilst they were speaking or doing something to gather their attention — No. it was the way his eyes — ones that always seemed devoid of emotion — would follow your body when you moved around, would watch you like a predator stalking it’s prey. Price recognised the look in his eyes.

Because that’s how he also looked at you.

While the situation you and Price were in was… delicate — and would definitely rouse misplaced reactions by the people in your place of work — he thought the idea of another man looking at you the way Ghost did would’ve angered him. Made him jealous. Irrational.

But for some reason it didn’t irk him as he thought it would.

And it wasn’t long after that he figured out Simon knew about you two. Perhaps the way Ghost seemed to be more observant and more silent than usual when the two of you were normally interacting with each other in front of the task force — keeping it strictly professional while you weren’t in the privacy with only each other. So that’s how Price figured he knew. Why would he be acting odd — even more than usual — about the two of you simply talking in the same room as everyone? It was like he knew a secret, a dirty secret.

Turns out he did.

In that battered down, sad excuse of a safe house in the Urzikstan dessert, it turns out not everyone was asleep that night while your Captain decided to fuck you.

You two had hidden it well — he’d give you both credit for that — so it was safe to say it had genuinely surprised him when he saw the sight in front of him that night. He was careful. Quiet. Like a ghost. Sticking to the shadows and moving silently — which was very surprising considering the Lieutenant’s looming height.

He had heard the noises — your noises — and it was obvious they were trying to be muffled. At first, he’d immediately thought of danger, that’s why he had been cautious to approach instead of just bursting into the room.

He remembers the feeling of his chest tightening in realisation when he saw what he saw. Price’s back was to Ghost — laying on his side on the ground. He couldn’t get a good look at your face, but he could see the glow of perspiration from the moonlight shining through the thin glass pane window and onto the dewy skin of your bare leg draped over Price’s thigh. Even just the silver of soft skin and the sound of your singing being trapped into the Captain’s palm had Simon hard, his pants tightening in his groin area — other than that he remained completely silent, even his breathing seemed nonexistent as he just watched the two of you. He didn’t even touch himself either, just watched. Like he thought if he looked away for a moment then the image of you like this would be gone.

But now it had been burned into his memory. The sounds you made. The soft and supple flesh of your thigh. And even the way your dainty hand had grabbed onto Price’s arm when he made you come. He wondered if you’d make those noises for him — except he wouldn’t muffle them with his palm. No. He’d want you to let everything out, every scream, every cry, every wanton moan while he fucked you dumb with his cock.

Price had brought up his observation of the Lieutenant one night a few weeks later. Both of you basking in the afterglow of sex in your rooms in the barracks.

“Simon.” He started simply, and you had turned to look at him quizzically.

“What about him?”

“Think he knows.”

Somewhere between then and now, you had discussed the possibility of this. To say you were very surprised when Price was the one that suggested Simon fucking you was an understatement. It wasn’t that Price wanted to be sexual with Ghost — as sexy as that would’ve been to see — he liked the idea of watching him fuck you. He couldn’t explain why, but just something that had been brewing in the back of his mind.

You had told Price that he wouldn’t have wanted that — that he was a closed off person who was hard to read, how could John have possibly conjured up that assumption that Simon was attracted to you?

Well, your captain always liked proving you wrong.

Because here you were, bent over the expanse of John’s desk — the desk you’d already had the pleasant experience of being bent over, laid atop of, and sat underneath while you sucked his cock as he sat in the desk chair — only this time it was infact, Lieutenant Simon Riley plowing into you with his intimidatingly large cock.

His grip on your hips was borderline painful — but it hurt so good. You worried he may make the desk topple over with how hard he was thrusting into you. You’d never been this stretched open before — feeling the too much, too full feeling of his dick inside of you, the blunt head of his length kissing the plug of your cervix with each steady but strong buck of his hips.

The masked man’s gaze was set of the globes of your arse, how the flesh rippled when his hips met yours, how every time it did so he got a glimpse of your little puckered hole — fuck, he wanted to fuck you there as well. But, he didn’t want to push his luck just yet. The only noises to be heard in Price’s office was skin meeting skin, the sound of your small cries and whimpers of ecstasy. You tried to stay quiet, you really did, but it was rather pathetic — your moans eventually interjecting through the room.

That’s when Price had changed his mind about just watching you. He had been painfully hard the last 15 minutes from having watched you already come on Ghost’s cock, your eyes glassy and lips red raw from biting them as you gripped onto the table for dear life. You didn’t even register him standing in front of you until you heard the sound of metal teeth being zipped open as well as the buckle of his belt.

“Gotta keep you quiet, love.” He excused with a chuckle while sliding his cock between your lips.

You really did have to keep quiet. And though the door was locked anyone walking by would’ve heard you — being fucked by your lieutenant while your captain watched.

You tried to focus on hollowing your cheeks around John’s cock. But you were utterly cock drunk, already feeling another powerful orgasm building in the pit of you abdomen while Simon continued to fuck you. Price had obviously noticed you struggling — as the bastard seemed to notice everything, he’d smugly remind you — so he had gathered your hair, using it to lift your head up as he started to fervently fuck your throat.

If you thought you felt impossibly full then you were beyond stuffed now, your jaw slack as John fucked your face and your pussy stretched almost painfully wide around Simon’s cock.

Ghost let out a prolonged, raspy breath when he felt you squeezing his dick in a vice. And in return, one of his hands left your hips in order to collect both your wrists with his single, calloused palm, pining them to your lower back as he fucked you impossibly harder, his pace quickening a little. His other palm landing a smack to your sore asscheeks — a crack of palm meeting flesh sounding in the office.

“Look at you, eh?” Price spoke, his tone annoyingly steady despite your mouth gliding up and down his cock. “Being fucked by your superiors. What would everyone make of you?” He asked with a gruff chuckle — and obviously you couldn’t answer.

About several moments later you felt yourself tumbling into another fierce climax, all but crying around John’s cock as your abused cunt squeezed Simon pitifully — which rewarded you with another slap to your rear, the skin red raw.

“Fuckin’ hell.” Simon grunted lowly — that adding to the short list of words he’d actually spoken this whole time.

Your arse hurt, your wrists hurt, your jaw hurt — your fucking pussy hurt — but you didn’t want it to stop, ever.

John pulled his cock out of your mouth, his dick coated in a mix of saliva and precum. His hand still buried in your hair — keeping your head up. Your neck hurt as well.

“Such a good girl.” Price praised as he bent his knees a little to see your face better, a smug smile curling his lips at the tears staining your flushed cheeks. “He makin’ you feel good?” He asks, there’s an edge to his voice.

The Lieutenant — being so full of surprises tonight — pushes his hand under you. The rough pad of his thumb cruelly flicking your clit. Your body seizing forward, a sharp cry escaping your lips while Simon still held your wrists pinned behind you.

When your eyes had widened at the overstimulating sensation, John had mirror your expression — but mockingly. “You like being used like this don’t you?”

You could only moan in response — unable to form a coherent thought let alone sentence.

Price tapped your cheek, your eyes focusing back on his smug face. “Asked you a question, love.” He reminded you. Arsehole.

“Yeah-“ you managed to babble out, your words shaking in tandem with your body, John’s smile curled into a Cheshire Cat grin — his goatee lifting.

“Yeah, you do.” He repeated.

Neither men had lasted much long after that. Price had gone back to fucking your face while Simon was relentlessly pounding into you. Your third orgasm was — quite literally — breath taking, it felt like your skin was on fire, yet numb at the same time. You definitely couldn’t feel your legs. Ghost came first, burying himself all the way to the hilt before spilling hot ropes of come inside of you with a groan — so much that it leaked out of you in a dribble of pearly white, you had let out a pathetic whine when he pulled out — the empty feeling had you quivering around nothing.

Price came a few moments later, filling your mouth with his salty spend before you swallowed it all. It tickled your raw throat.

Ghost had left soon after, not that he was ignorant in checking up on you, but because he knew that wasn’t his place to do so — not yet anyway. He had helped you up from the desk though, soothing his hands up and down your waist before Price took over. He had shared a look with you — his eyes saying everything his mouth wouldn’t.

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[jeonghantis]

hehe since ur requests are open, is it okay to request a scenario with joshua? i've been missing him tons lately ahdhsq

how do you think he would deal with getting all pent up when he's overseas or touring around while his s/o is back home? would he prefer sexting, phone sex, or a full on video call 😭

ofc you can choose to ignore this if it's too much dw !!

✧ — MENACE! (h.js)

PAIRING ⇝ hong jisoo x reader.

TAGS ⇝ established relationship, smut, idol!joshua.

WARNINGS ⇝ language, gn!reader but with female parts & wears lingerie, use of the petname "baby", explicit sexual content (MINORS, DNI!).

WORD COUNT ⇝ 2.4k words.

note: kai.. :) here’s the thing, i do think with joshua would be up for any of those but sexting would probably be the most used out of them all. but here's a little peek into the development from sexting to video calls. i hope this'll help lift ur mood a lil. ♡ i hope you all enjoy! and and god i wish i could better format the texts but i hope it's not too confusing!

reblogs & comments are very much appreciated.

explicit warnings under the cut.

EXPLICIT WARNINGS ⇝ sexting, filmed masturbation (f & m), use of rabbit vibrator (f), pillow humping (m), squirting, cum shot, wap (wet ass pussy) reader, spit as lube, mentions of orgasm denial, mentions of penetrative sex, alludes to dom!shua (he can be cruel and teasing :) )

Joshua saw red.

It was not out of anger. It was much on the contrary.

Red lingerie. New red lingerie laced itself around your body, hugging and accentuating your curves in all the right ways. You sat on the edge of your bed with legs spread wide and the flimsy excuse of a thong you wore left little to his imagination. There was a smug expression on your face, and in your hand was something he recognized with ease. It was a violet rabbit vibrator, a gift he had given you and one he had intended to use on you himself.

Joshua saw red, a little bit of it now out of anger, for this image of you was not happening in real time before him, but on the tiny screen of his phone.

My Love: hi, darling! by the time you see this, you must be so exhausted from your concert. i could not be more proud of you for working as hard as you do :(( so i thought i might reward you <3

My Love: Sent a video.

Joshua didn't waste any more breaths and pressed play. 

“Hi, baby,” your voice floats immediately from the phone speakers and fills the air of his much too empty hotel room, tone sultry and lilted. You were smiling and waving around the vibrator in front of the camera. “I thought you’d like to see me try out your gift for the first time.”

“Well, shit.” Joshua lets out a baffled laugh and adjusts himself on the couch, leaning back and spreading his legs wide as if to alleviate the building pressure between them. He could pull his sweats down, but thought better of it. He might have much better plans after. 

Keen and hungry eyes watch your every movement. It’s unfaltering when you pull your thong to your side and bring the toy to your cunt already slicked and glistening to which Joshua could assume you had prepped yourself beforehand with your own fingers and the imagery didn’t help his waning sanity. As you begin to tease yourself and rub the blunt tip all over your slit, he catches a glimpse of your fluttering hole, grasping desperately at nothing. He remembered once how he had laughed at the sight, at your mewling, when he had denied you of your orgasm after fingering you so close to the edge. He had laughed again when he sheathed his cock inside you not long after, feeling that delicious pulse of your warm channel around him. 

Joshua was very far from laughing now.

You finally slip the toy inside, and a long, strained moan is pulled from your lips. It looked like a tight fit and his eyes twitched at the thought and how it was just a thought to him. But he was proved correct when he caught the tremble of your thighs, your chest rising and falling with choppy breaths. And yet despite it, you’re still continuing to push the entire length of the toy inside until the handle is the only thing left protruding out of you. Regardless of the obvious discomfort twisting your features and the sweat beading along your hairline, there’s still a wicked curl of lip when you look back up at the camera, a flicker of pride, of challenge, in your darkened gaze. It stirred something warm deep in his guts.

Then, he hears a faint click, a buzz, and another moan right out of you. 

Time was a muddled construct from then on.

Joshua only watched you fuck yourself with his gift, watched you slowly lose yourself over some mere piece of silicone. At some point, you fell flat on your back and he’s dismayed by your hidden face, but easily distracted when your feet prop themselves up wide apart, sole flat on the mattress. Now, he’s blessed by a much clearer and utter sinful view of how well your puffy cunt swallows up the toy, it becoming a blur of violet as it pumps in and out at a quickening pace. 

And the fucking sounds. It was so wet. You were so wet, the squelches echoing in his ears with every other thrust made. More than that, your incoherent moanings had slowly formed into words—some swears, others pleas, but what rang deep in his bones were the airy mutterings of his name.

“Joshua,” you groan during one particularly hard thrust made.

He chewed on his bottom lip hard.

“S-Shua!” you cried, sharp and high, when your hips jerked up into the toy.

He threw a palm against his crotch.

Then it all ends too soon.

With a shattered wail, you yank the vibrator out of you and a gush of clear fluids spurt right out. You’re a whimpering mess. A hand reached down to rub fast circles on your clit as you wade through your pleasure, your lower frame stuttering up into it, your legs maddened with violent tremors. His name continues to fall out of your lips like a breathy mantra, like it was the only word you knew.

Joshua clicks his phone shut, places it on the table, and takes in a breath.

“Fuck.”

You might have pushed him too far with this, but in all fairness, your beloved, ever-so-sweet, and loving boyfriend Joshua has been nothing short of an absolute menace of a man since he had left for tour. Very often since his departure, nearly every single day, he has plagued you with texts filled with his lewd thoughts. You did love it, of course you did when it showed that Joshua still thought of you often and felt your absence just as much you did with his. But with the time difference, while he texts you during his evenings, you’d receive it in the mornings where you’d be drowning in your schedules. 

shua! ♡ : You’re working?

shua! ♡ : What a shame :(( i was going to talk about how i want to fuck your tight little pussy just now :(( 

It still didn’t stop him from describing the imagery with very explicit details.

The days of missing him grew even more unbearable. You knew Joshua found delight in this and was probably cackling away in his hotel bed at your frustrations. But you also knew despite the front he puts up, Joshua was just as sexually repressed and wound up as you, or he wouldn't have bothered with this stint. Why not try to play him at his own games?

So, you did. A free day came in your schedule and you bought some new lingerie sets and shot your little video with Joshua's gift that lay unused in a drawer. You had your fun playing with yourself, imagining it was Joshua himself fucking your tight little pussy open. You were very pleased with yourself when you sent the video off, then you went on about your day like normal, or as normal can be with anticipation a steady simmer in your stomach.

Then came his response.

shua! ♡ : You think you can get away with this? :) 

you: i have no idea what you’re talking about :) it’s a gift to repay you for your gift!

shua! ♡ : Sent a video.

shua! ♡ : Here’s to repay you for your repayment :)

you: ..oh no

The thumbnail of his video was less crude than yours. It was a full view of his unmade hotel bed. Joshua was nowhere in sight. Somehow this was a little more nerve wracking than your stunt. 

With a pounding heart, you pressed play.

It’s eerily silent for the first few seconds, you could practically hear your own pulse thundering in your ears. Then there’s a rustle, a sigh, then Joshua comes into frame. He greets the camera with that sweet smile of his as he climbs up his bed. A black muscle tee fitted around his sculpted body, his toned biceps on full display. Then below –

Joshua wore absolutely nothing down below—no pants, not even underwear. His dick stood proudly, curved and bumping against his stomach. 

A knowing, smug expression crosses his face as if he could see you through this video, and he takes his position, kneeling right in the middle of the bed.

“You drive me absolutely insane,” he said before spitting right into his hand. “Was the toy any better than my dick? Did it satisfy you?”

You let out a shaky breath just as he did too when his long fingers wrap around himself. He lathers the length of him in his own saliva and spares a little more every now and then, letting a string of spit thread down directly from his lips. You were too familiar with the gradual rhythm he set, with how his wrist twists a little more forcefully when he reaches the tip. It was the set of movements he particularly liked, the one that’s quick to pull airy grunts from him. 

I could survive through this, you think to yourself, pressing your thighs together to temper the growing ache in between. You’ve given him handjobs before to expect what expressions would come about, what noises he'd come to make. This was fine.

But Joshua reaches for a pillow, and now you think all is doomed. This was absolutely far from what you were expecting. This explained the angle in which the camera was set up.

“It’s sad that I don’t have anything to replace you,” he clicks his tongue in disappointment, and places the pillow before him. “But I will have to make do.”

With growing horror (delight?), you watch with wide eyes as Joshua leans himself down, leveraging himself up with his arms, and starts to rut down against the cushion.

“y/n,” your lover grunts out. “Oh fuck, that’s good.”

Joshua lifts the bottom of his shirt up to bite on, revealing the chiseled lines of his torso, before he’s easing himself down until he’s laying flat on stomach. His thrusts are shallow, the muscles of thigh twitching and straining, and so are his breaths, muffled but gradually rising in volume. The pinkish tip of him peeks from where it's wedged in between and rubbing up against his hardened stomach, and you catch just the faintest rivulet leak from its slit, slipping down and staining the pillow’s white casing. 

The pressure was soon not enough, you knew. The rising frustration was evident in how often he adjusts his position and the pillow, and how deeper and urgent his grinds became.

"Who am I kidding?" Joshua says with a dry laugh, pulling the shirt off of him and shucking it into an unknown corner of his room. "Nothing will come close to how your cunt feels around me."

Your core gives a euphoric throb at that and you press a palm against yourself with the softest sigh slipping from your lips.

Joshua, in the seemingly hopeless face of it all, is still trying anyway, seeking for some pleasure in this measly, soft thing. There had been a moment where you had thought he had given in when he sat back up and wrapped his hand around his throbbing girth again; perhaps he really had when he looked absolutely lose in the fast, blissful strokes made by the tight ring of his fingers. With fluttering eyelids and head thrown back, the first, more earnest moans falls from his lips, and before you thought he might be reaching a new high, Joshua drops back down on the pillow and rides the hell out of it once more, pursuing that same pace his hand had.

It was rare to see this frustrated desperation from him ever. Oh, how you loved to see how quickly his cool composure falls apart, ravaged the sight of his trembling body and sudden incoordination of all his limbs. Yet even with this smugness, you absolutely could not help this tang of envy that came with it, the longing ache for him only burrowing deeper. You wished you could witness this in real life, wished you felt his desperation thrusting inside you. You missed the warmth of his body, missed him.

Just how fucking long was this tour again? Holy shit.

You had been too distracted by your own yearning that you almost missed Joshua coming undone. It's his loud groan that yanks your focus back to the screen—loud groans of your name.

"I'm so close, fuck -" Joshua rambles on and scrambles to perch himself back up on his hands so you're given a full view of length gliding along heedlessly against the cushion, his hips stammering and losing rhythm. "I n-need you so bad, y/n. You have no idea how much I need you right now. Fuck, I miss you so bad. I'm going to come. I'm going to - "

Your name is punched out of his chest when white spurts out from his twitching cock. The spasms of his muscles were so visible, with each quaver gushing a little more of his cum out, the stain on the pillow only spreading from there. And Joshua is still riding out this high with languid ruts, coating his girth in his own glistening fluids until he gradually softens up.

After a few panted breaths from him, Joshua draws back and sits on his legs. He takes a moment to inspect the sight of his own mess, then his head tilts up at the camera and a tired smile pulls his lips. For a single beat, you stare at each other and even though you actually weren't, you still felt the weight of his gaze, a ripple of something crawling down your spine. Without any word but with that continuing smile, Joshua moves for his phone and shuts it off, leaving you in the deafening silence of your bedroom.

you: holy fuck, joshua.

shua! ♡: Yeah? You liked it? :)

you: absolutely not

shua! ♡: ?

shua! ♡: What really?

you: i absolutely loved it

shua! ♡: Could you maybe not do that? I was so fucking nervous the whole time

you: aw, my baby nervous? :(

shua! ♡: ...Yeah okay.

you: hehe :) i love you

shua! ♡: And I love you

shua! ♡: I have some thoughts though :)

you: oh no. STILL?!

you: WERE THOSE VIDEOS NOT ENOUGH?!

shua! ♡: Not at all :D

shua! ♡: Do you want to hear it?

you: fine

shua! ♡: Sent a link

shua! ♡: I bought you this :)

you: is this

you: a long distance vibrator...

shua! ♡: Yeah :)

shua! ♡: I want to see you play with yourself on call next time

shua! ♡: While I take control :)

you: fuck

you: of course you do

shua! ♡: Yeah :)

you: you're a menace

shua! ♡: And you love that about me

you: that i unfortunately do

shua! ♡: ❤️

shua! ♡: Tell me when it arrives, baby

shua! ♡: We'll have our fun together again :)

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Hellooo!! Just really wanted to say I absolutely love your fics they’re so good am always waiting for you to drop the next one 😩👌🏼

But just a suggestion!! I don’t know what it is but there’s something INCREDIBLY hot about a guy who really wants you to sit on his face 🥵 like he’s FERAL to give it to her and will go down for hours if he can and he will!! 😩👌🏼I don’t really have a specific situation in mind but I just need him to have a NEED to give the reader oral idk FKDKDKS

You can do whatever you want with this! Or don’t! Am grateful for anything 🥹

first of all I'm SO sorry with how long this took to upload! i LOVED the idea the second i saw it and I hope I could do your idea justice after such a long wait, I just didn't have the time for longer stuff with kinktober happening but thank you so much for giving me this idea!!

remedy against pain

summary: after being "gravely" injured, Oberyn knows exactly what would help him heal, and you are more than eager to give it to him.

pairing: oberyn martell x f!reader

word count: 4.9k

warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n (but many, many nicknames); fluff & smut; oral (m & f receiving); multiple orgasms; overstimulation; squirting; face sitting; 69; one small slap on the ass

part of "the viper and the sun"

• masterlist •

When she was notified of Oberyn’s injury that sunny afternoon, she was worried at first. All sorts of grisly thoughts came into her head - thoughts of broken bones and bloody wounds. Another deep scar to worship later, once it had healed.

All she had been told was that he had been brought back to their shared bedchambers with an injured back and knee, sustained as he was practicing with their eldest daughter, Obara.

It was difficult to believed that a girl of eighteen years of age could injure her own father in such a grave manner that he had to stop and leave the training pits altogether.

But as the nurse who accompanied her talked more about his supposed suffering, she had to try and keep her oncoming laugh hidden. Coughing to stifle her laughter, the best rendition of worry etched onto her features when she heard of what truly ailed him.

A small, moderately deep cut on the knee and a large bruise on his back from when he fell after Obara had swiped him off his feet.

That old man.

Ever a penchant for the dramatics, the immediate notice of his quite severe injury an exaggeration like only he could procure. In grave danger to meet death, at least that was what he wished for her to believe.

Oberyn loved to exaggerate his ailments whenever she was around, keen to have his wonderful wife dote on and care for him like only she could. With her gentle hands and words, her tongue spinning the sweetest words to help him heal while he lamented about how much he had hurt himself.

She knew every time that things weren’t as bad as he made them out to be, at least not when she saw him. Before that, she would worry her head off, the most grim images in her head until she found out the truth. But she played along nonetheless, and sometimes she would even find it in herself to tease him.

“The Prince is in a lot of pain, my Princess.” The nurse informed her as they arrived at the huge double doors leading to their private chambers, seeming extremely worried. Oh, what a mean man Oberyn was sometimes, making everyone concerned for him all because he enjoyed the attention it gave him from his wife. “You ought to tread carefully.”

She chucked quietly, giving the woman in front of her a soothing smile.

“Thank you, I will make sure to treat my dear husband with utmost care.”

The nurse bowed her head before scurrying off again, leaving her to go inside their chambers.

Carefully she opened the huge doors, flanked by guards on the outside, stepping into the silence of the room. They had drawn some of the curtains so not too much light was flooding inside, dipping everything into hues of red and orange.

She could see him lying on the bed, a wet rag covering his eyes, propped up on some pillows behind him into a position halfway between sitting and lying down. Not looking too miserable, if she had to give an estimated guess from where she stood.

“Oh, my Viper.” She cooed as she came closer, watching how his entire demeanour shifted beneath her words. Suddenly he did look quite miserable, creases forming on his forehead and the corners of his mouth turning downward just slightly. Like their girls pretending to be sick so they would coddle them. She wasn’t quite sure if they learned from Oberyn or Oberyn from them. “My sweet, sweet Viper. Are you well?”

Sitting down on the side of the bed, right next to him, she took his warm, broad hand into hers, feeling the rough calluses on it. With the other, she reached up to remove the wet rag from his eyes.

“My lovely wife.” Oberyn groaned, looking back at her, blinking a few times to adjust to the sudden brightness that flooded his eyes. “My pain seems to ease in your presence, my Sun.”

She chuckled quietly, her thumb brushing over his knuckles while her other hand brushed back his dark, slightly damp hair, then trailed down his face to cup his cheek. Always with a slightly concerned look on her face, but he could see the small twinkle in her eyes.

Oberyn knew it would be hard to fool his clever wife, but he could still try.

“I am glad it does, my love.” She said, smiling at him as he put on the sickest expression he could. Of course he was in some pain, but Gods, how he exaggerated. “Does it hurt much, my fierce Viper?”

The phantom of a smile graced his features for just a moment, vanishing just as quickly as it had appeared.

Nevertheless, she caught it.

“Quite so, my Sun.” He answered, his piercing eyes holding her gaze, and for just the briefest moment, she believed the pain he was in. He made her believe, knowing her heart was too soft for him to truly doubt him. “The pain is nearly unbearable, if it wasn’t for you by my side, I would certainly perish.”

She leaned closer to him, placing a soft kiss onto his lips, light as a feather as he was obviously quite weak. Warm and a little chapped against hers, the bristles of his beard tickling her skin.

His lips chased hers as she drew back, having to stop himself from chasing after them further.

He was in pain, his back certainly did hurt, but not to the degree Oberyn made it out to be. 

“What would make you feel better, my sweet husband?” She cooed, sitting back up again. Still stroking his cheek and her pout bordering on mock concern.

His dark eyes truly began to sparkle at her question, his fingers flexing against hers. 

Oh, there were many different ideas he had about what would truly help him.

But there was one idea in particular that would ensure a speedy recovery.

“The taste of your sweet cunt, my love.” Oberyn said after a beat of silence, a small smirk on his lips. “Nothing would heal me more efficiently than that. Nothing.”

She remained quiet for a moment, her pout giving way to a smile.

“Oh, my love. You are too injured for that.” She tried to imagine him wanting to keep up the facade of being terribly hurt, but also wanting to roll onto his stomach and delve his tongue deep inside of her. As much as she liked the idea, she was more interested in seeing how Oberyn would like to go about this. “I wouldn’t want you to risk your back by helping you onto your stomach.”

His fingers tightened more around hers, a fiery desire settling inside of his eyes. Desire and lust and a need, pushing away all the traces of him being too hurt.

“And you certainly cannot kneel with your gravely injured knee.”

Clever thing.

He needed her cunt against his mouth, had been craving the embrace of her thighs around his head ever since he had woken in the morning. While she had laid beside him in bed, sunken in a peaceful slumber, her magnificent features traced by the rising sun.

But he had decided to wait until tonight, for she had slept so peacefully that he hadn’t wanted to disturb her. And the wait would have made things so much sweeter in his mind.

Imagining her taste so much that he swore he did eventually taste it.

Maybe that had been why Obara had knocked him over so effectively in the end.

“Straddle my face, my love.” He said, already moving to pull a few pillows from beneath his head and throwing them to the side, making it easier for her to position herself. “Please, my Sun. Don’t deny your husband the pleasure of suffocating between your wonderful thighs while drinking from you. Not while he is gravely injured.”

Gravely injured.

Her smile widened at his words, pulling his hand against her lips once more and kissing each of his knuckles. Slowly, deliberately. Never looking away from his eyes.

Oh, how dramatic he was. How could she deny him?

“Is that truly what would make you better, my Viper?” She asked, feeling the familiar heat pool in her stomach, the tingling on her skin and in her spine, wanting him but not wanting to cause him further injury. They both could get quite passionate, after all. “Are you certain?”

Oberyn chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. If his back wasn’t hurting as much as it was, he simply would have lifted her on top of him, unable to wait any longer to have her.

“There is no better medicine than the cunt of a woman.” He replied, removing yet another pillow and reclining. Noticing how she almost gave into rolling her eyes at him. “Nothing better than the cunt of my sweet wife who is keeping me waiting, hurting.”

She removed her shoes before climbing onto the bed with a giggle, lifting her skirts as she straddled his chest and moved closer to where he needed her. Watching how his eyes sparkled with mischief, darting between her face and the apex of her thighs.

Oberyn found her movingly too slowly, his rough hands grabbing at her thighs and ass, pushing her along faster as a pained groan left him. Looking up at her, he found her looking back down at him with a raised brow, but he simply grinned, her knees finally on either side of his head, but she was still sitting on his chest.

“Oberyn.” She warned, not wanting him to be in more pain because of how eager he was. Her husband would break his neck if it meant he could fuck her somehow. 

He simply chose to ignore her, coaxing her with his hands on her ass, his thick fingers digging into the silk of her dress.

“Come here, my Sun.” His voice was dark and smooth, desperate almost. So close to what he wanted, if only she moved. “Let me have you, I need your sweet cunt on my tongue, your sweet juices.”

She giggled, letting him guide her over his face, lifting her skirts again as she hovered over him. He looked ravenous and she could feel his hot breath against her folds, his nails forming faint crescent marks on her skin.

Oberyn didn’t even wait, simply pulling her down onto him, groaning at the surprised noise that left her; half moan half gasp. Expertly licking a stripe through her folds, his tongue found her clit and toyed with it. Flicking against it before he sucked it into his mouth with another groan, her hips bucking into him as she grabbed the headboard for purchase.

“Oh, Oberyn.” She moaned, grinding into him, one of her hands tangling into his hair and tugging on it. The vibrations of his noises travelled up her spine, shivers breaking out over her skin. Eyes closed and her head thrown back. “Gods, yes!”

While he started out slow at first, he quickly picked up speed, eating her like a man starved as his tongue sweeped lower, fucking into her quivering hole, his nose bumping against her clit over and over. 

Like he had been denied this for centuries.

“You taste fucking delectable.” He groaned against her, one of his hands leaving her hips and moving up to grope at her breast. Ignoring how his back hurt, just needing her and her sweet noises as she pressed herself down harder onto his face. Just how he wanted it. “Exactly what I needed, my Sun.”

His fingers pinched her hardened nipple, making her whine and stutter in her movements for a second, her own tugging on his dark hair harder. 

This truly was his heaven, his wife’s weight on top of him, her body freely grinding against his tongue while he took whatever he could get, lapping at her as if his life depended on it. As if her juices were the only remedy against his pain, a concoction no one else could prepare but her.

Suffocating between her warm thighs, her wonderful sounds muffled by them but still loud enough for him to hear.

He would have to make a habit out of this whenever he was sick.

But he needed her release above all, feeling how she pulsed around his tongue, how her movements became more erratic, leading him to double his efforts. He came back to focus on her clit, slowly becoming aware of how hard he was beneath the covers, just from devouring her like this.

“Please, my Viper.” She moaned, the words hitching on her breath as she looked back down at him, so close to reaching her peak. He looked gorgeous in the red and orange lights. “Oh, how grateful I am it wasn’t your talented tongue which was injured.”

He smirked, lightly grazing his teeth over her clit before sucking it between his lips once more, swiftly feeling her reach her peak right after.

Trembling on top of him as she fell into herself slightly, she still moved her hips against his face as his tongue eagerly lapped up her release. His name tumbled from her lips like a prayer, over and over as his fingers dug into her ass, keeping her close to him even as the pleasure started to border on pain.

And she knew, as he didn’t stop and simply kept going, that he hadn’t had enough of his remedy yet. Still needed more to sate himself, to heal. Circling her clit, fucking into her sensitive hole, all while he began to writhe underneath her.

Oberyn loved the shift in her sounds, more on the side of painful pleasure which he knew she loved, her senses heightened and burning a path of desire inside of her as he kept going. Taking what he needed from her, trying to keep his hips still as a sharp pain shot up his back each time they rutted up into nothing, against the thin covers which provided little relief.

She took a glance over her shoulder, her hips stopping just for a moment as she saw his cock straining against the covers. Thick and hard, all from him burying his face inside her cunt, aching to be touched.

Wondering if he would end up begging for her touch, knowing he derived just as much pleasure from eating her cunt like he would with his cock inside of it. That’s what made him so wonderful, being able to give and receive pleasure just from that alone.

Choosing to ignore it and see if he actually would end up begging her, she bit her lip and turned back around, his tongue swiftly working her up again, pain and pleasure bleeding together into one. A steady buzz that had her nerves aflame and her mind swimming, torn between shying away from and pressing herself down harder onto his eager and warm tongue.

He hurled her into her next orgasm, her juices trickling down his chin and neck while he hummed into her. His own sounds bordered on pain, making her concerned amidst the haze surrounding her like a thick fog, but she knew fully well that he knew his limits.

Hopefully.

Oberyn needed her desperately, the pain in his back almost forgotten in the nagging presence of his aching cock, the friction against the thin sheets doing nothing for him. Wanting to lap at her sweet, swollen cunt but also needing her on him somehow, engulfing him.

Her hands, her mouth, her tits - he would take anything as long as it meant he could keep his face buried between her warm thighs.

Reluctantly he pushed her away from his mouth just briefly, latching onto the soft, scarred inside of her thigh. Her tiger’s stripes as he called them affectionately, from carrying his children and the weight gain that came along with that.

“My Sun.” He groaned, tanned fingers digging into her skin and his eyes closing briefly as he dug his teeth into her thigh, humming. Feeling like he was getting drunk just from her, or going crazy. Maybe even both. “Gods, I need you.”

A giggle left her through the haze in her mind, catching her breath in the brief moment of respite. She loved when he got so drunk on her that he couldn’t let his lips rest even for just a second.

“You have me, Oberyn.” She whispered, flames still licking at her insides, her blood boiling hot. Acting as though she didn’t know about the painful erection hiding beneath the covers. “I would think you have me, your tongue was deep in my cunt just moments ago.”

Oberyn groaned again, more kisses and licks and bites bestowing the inside of her thighs in a frenzy. His wife could be such a mean woman sometimes, teasing him, making him wait.

Maybe this was his punishment for acting sicker than he was.

“My cock demands your attention, my Sun.” He rasped, his eyes piercing and full of lust. His hips rutted upwards as if to emphasize his point, a deep grunt following the movement. One of pain, and it made her wonder whether she should be doing this with him in the first place. “My sweet, please. I need to find relief in you.”

Hearing him plead her to pleasure him only fanned the flames inside of her, a whine escaping her lips as her own hips bucked up. She didn’t want to keep him waiting, but just how desperate could Oberyn become?

“But you need my cunt, my Prince.” She said, brushing his hair back without a care in the world. Like she wasn’t burning up from the inside and like he wasn’t aching for her. “How will you heal if you engulf your cock inside of it? What other remedy do we have that is better than my cunt?”

Oberyn licked his lips, regretting that he had taught her to be so naughty.

“My Sun, don’t tease your bruised and sick husband like this.” He admonished, attempting to move her, but the sharp pain in his back swiftly reminded him that he shouldn’t. And he really did not want to miss her wet heat just yet, needing more of her. “I will take anything you can give me, as long as you do. Please, my darling.”

She giggled and Oberyn immediately knew that she was playing with him. Making a twisted little game out of his injury.

He would have to punish her once he was healed enough.

“Does your cock need me so desperately, my Viper?” She asked, laughing breathlessly. “I don’t wish to break my sweet husband in half, you are so gravely injured already.”

The sound that rumbled in his chest was akin to a growl, his patience for her games wearing thin as his dick throbbed with need in between his legs. Aching and desperate for her touch.

“My sweet, please.” He whined, his eyebrows knitting together as he looked up at her. Begging her with his eyes, so full of lust and hurt and desperation that she melted underneath them. “Turn around and let me feel the divinity of your mouth and tongue, my Sun. Help me heal, my Princess.”

She smirked, swiftly moving off of his face before turning around and straddling it again, feeling his strong hands grip her thighs as she leaned down. 

Biting her lip as she slowly peeled back the thin, orange fabric of the covers, she let her fingers wander over his hot, tanned skin dipped in orange hues. Feeling his muscles twitch beneath it, teasingly slow as he groaned into her middle, tongue already back on her.

“Don’t tease your husband, my dear.” He whined, digging his fingers into her skin harder in an attempt to make her move faster. “The punishment for this crime is severe.”

It did nothing to stop her teasing, only moaning when his teeth nipped at her folds, her fingers finally uncovering him. Erect and red and angry, the head weeping for her and throbbing as she ran a finger along the length of it with a featherlight touch.

Tracing the thick veins, his hips squirming and his moans muffled by her, she couldn’t help the small laugh that left her. Only keeping him waiting a little longer, she finally granted him his wish, kissing the head of his cock and tasting the saltiness of the pre-cum.

“Oh, Gods.” She heard him groan behind her before his tongue dove into her, eliciting a high pitched moan from her when the pleasurable pain returned. “You gorgeous thing, my Sun.”

Just as eager as he was at the beginning, lapping at her like a man starved, home from long travels through the desert. His hands keeping her squirming hips in place.

She slowly let spit dribble down his cock, wrapping her fingers around it before she pressed her lips against the head over and over, her tongue teasing the sensitive skin with tiny licks before finally flattening against it.

When she finally wrapped her lips around him, he bucked up into her mouth, a whine sounding from between her thighs. Immediate relief spread through him but he needed more, both on his tongue as well as his cock, her head bobbing up and down. Her thighs began to tremble, the slick sounds of her cunt as well as her mouth on him pushing her closer to the edge as she took him deeper.

Her hand wandered to his balls, heavy and warm as she fondled them, just how Oberyn liked it. Taking him deeper still, hitting the back of her throat and feeling another groan against her middle, travelling up her spine.

So damn close, forgetting to move for a moment as she concentrated on the fiery sensation that threatened to set her body ablaze again, closing her eyes and whimpering around him.  The tightness of her throat only spurred him on, her weight on top of him as he finally hurled her over the edge, her sounds coming out as delicious vibrations around his cock.

Yet not stopping, giving her ass a soft smack to spur her back into moving, kneading the soft flesh.

She moved in earnest now, letting him slip down her throat and stilling for a few moments before simply teasing the dark head, kissing and licking at it with vulgar wet sounds.

How she wished to look at him right now, see his dark, piercing eyes glazed over with lust and need and watch him watch her devour his thick cock. Her cunt pulsed at the thought, his talented tongue keeping her nerves aflame, the pain it elicited only helping in hurling her closer to yet another orgasm.

“One more, my sweet.” He groaned, so close himself as her mouth worked over his sensitive cock. “One more for me, let me heal myself through you.”

A sharp whine left her, hips bucking against his face.

“One more for you.” She breathed out, her fingers wrapping around the shaft again and suckling at the head. Delirious and repeating what he had said. “One more, Oberyn- Please-”

She was unsure if she needed him more than he needed her right now, still in awe of how long he could stave off on his peak despite how sensitive and worked up he was.

When the telltale twitching of his cock set in, her tongue continuously flicking over the slit, she felt him focus on her clit, closing his lips around it and sucking hard. Just needing to swallow down more of her.

“Oberyn-” She moaned, dragging out his name as she spilled all over his face, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, trembling on top of him.

It triggered his own peak, groaning into her while he finally felt that sweet release wash over him, dulled by the sharp pain shooting up his spine. Still, nothing could ruin this, no pain would ruin the feeling of his wife’s cum all over his face while his own cock twitched and pulsed furiously.

Some of the white ropes laid across her cheek before she wrapped her lips around him once more with a groan and swallowed the rest eagerly. The salty taste spreading over her tongue, fully Oberyn.

Her mind swimming at the sensation and her body boneless.

They remained like this for several moments, his tongue tenderly licking at her once the waves had stopped, noticing the subtle twitch from just how often he had brought her to a peak. Her cheek rested on his muscular, thick thigh, still tracing the veins on his softening cock before clumsily rolling off of him and onto her back.

A breathless laugh left her, taking a moment to close her eyes and take in the warm feeling that simmered in her body, her hand finding his, their fingers intertwining.

A soothing gesture, grounding her in reality as she felt like floating in water.

Oberyn sat up slightly, wincing quietly as he took in her face, some of his cum still on her cheek, red and orange dancing across her skin from the curtains and he couldn’t help but smile. More than satisfied with what just happened.

Never would he tire from seeing his wife covered with his cum, the only sight better than this being when it trickled out of her swollen cunt.

“Thank you, my Sun.” He said, his thumb brushing over her fingers soothingly. Almost forgetting about his injuries as he laid here with her. “The copious amounts of medicine you provided me with are already showing their effect.”

She laughed at that, and the sound only helped to mend his bruised body, watching her open her eyes and sit up. Stopping to take in his wet face, the now tired but satisfied eyes along with the smallest curl of his lips.

The sight was something she would never tire of, her core still throbbing. So handsome, with the lines on his face which began to form, the first few silver streaks in his hair and beard.

“I am glad I was of help, my Viper.” She giggled, raising her unoccupied hand to swipe his cum off of her face before sucking it off her finger. “I generously received a little bit of my own medicine. Though, my aches only began after ingesting it.”

Oberyn laughed, loud and hearty as he pointed for her to lay down next to him. Needing to feel her body, though he wished he could bury his face in between her thighs for just a little longer, slower this time and not rushing things.

She shuffled around, bending down to kiss him languidly and tasting herself on his tongue. Then finally laying next to him just how he wanted, pulling the covers over them.

“I think in your case, my sweet,” he began, wrapping his arm around her and ignoring the pain that came with it. Kissing her forehead and just keeping her close. “It is simply that you are ageing.”

A playfully shocked gasp left her, hitting his chest with a quick swat and laughing at the exaggerated grunt he let out. Pretending as though he had been struck by something much worse than his beloved wife’s hand.

“How dare you treat your husband, your Prince, like such when he is in terrible, terrible agony?” Oberyn asked with a laugh, wishing he could crush her against him. “Do you not wish for me to be well, my love?”

She nuzzled against his neck with a giggle, peppering his jaw with kisses as she inhaled his scent. Still smelling like the training pits, earthy and sweaty.

“I wish for my husband to stop the dramatics.” This sweet banter had always been her favourite, laughing and jesting with him like no other. “Become the feared Red Viper everyone knows instead of letting your daughter of eighteen years of age knock you off your feet.”

The grip on her hip tightened and she giggled more when she realized that he could certainly not do as he pleased with her just now. Secretly she loved the dramatics, always worried about him but unable to stop her loud mouth and her teasing.

“Oh, sweet wife…” Oberyn sighed, looking at her. What a funny thing she was, too swift with her dangerous tongue. “Once your mortally wounded husband is healed, there will be a punishment in order.”

He paused for a moment, squeezing her hip harder, delighting in the warm flesh in the palm of his hand.

“A punishment and an apology. Perhaps both could be the same.”

She became excited at the plethora of things he could do, though she was quite certain about what he meant, her clit throbbing in anticipation.

“First you should heal, my love.” She said, entirely genuine, pushing her dirty thoughts aside as her hand brushed over his stomach. Warm and soft, tender and the most perfect place to rest her head on usually. “Please rest, let the medicine I gave you work its wonders.”

He kissed her forehead again, allowing his lips to linger there as he closed his eyes and breathed her in. The scent of oranges filling him, his body melting in her presence.

Surely, there was no sweeter remedy than his wife and her delicious cunt, the sweet relief he found in between her thighs.

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Box (A. Yujin X M! Reader)

3RD PERSON POV

"Hah! Hah! Hah!"

Loud footsteps followed by the sound of panting can be heard around the entrance of the School's entrance. A teenage boy can be seen stopping right in front of the school gate as he took his time to catch up with breath after running 5 kilometres. He was wearing a white shirt with his school name written on the front, a black plain shorts, and was carrying a backpack with a volleyball keychain dangling in its zipper. 

The sound of the gate being opened, brought the young man back to his senses. As he quickly stepped inside the premises while not forgetting to greet the guard.

"Good morning sir!"

"Morning." The guard returned the greeting, before asking a question. "You seem earlier than usual."

"Yeah, with the tournament coming up, I'll need to get as much practice as I can!" The teenage boy answered. "Plus, There's someone I want to beat here!" The boy was brimming with resolve as he'd begun to head to the gymnasium.

"Such spirit..." The guard commented as he stared at the young man, as he secretly cheered him on with whatever he's going through. 'Good luck, Young man!'

The young man would halt his steps, while looking at the scenery of his destination. It was the school gymnasium where his team, well the volleyball team usually practices. 

In this box however, his spring will begin.

Not wasting any second, the young man proceeded to enter the gymnasium. He's still filled with passion and determination, a trait of his that has been present throughout his life. 'I won't  lose again today! Today will be the day...'  

Opening up the gym doors he'd quickly make his presence known. "FIRST!!" He'd shout enthusiastically while closing his eyes, thinking that he's the first one to arrive. However, he'd be proven wrong as the moment he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of a girl who's in the process of putting on her shirt. Fortunately, the shirt was already almost worn, emphasis on the 'almost' as the young man was still able to catch a small glimpse of the girl's bra. 

The girl stared at the young man blankly, only making an 'Ah' noise with her mouth before finally rolling her shirt down completely. The young man stood there, flabbergasted from the scene he just saw. "Eh?" Was the only thing he can utter, as an awkward pause would ensue within the two, only to be broken by the young man snapping back into reality. He'd quickly turn his head away from the girl with speed that can break a neck. "I'm sorry Sunbae-nim! I forgot to knock!" The young man immediately apologised after the embarrassment that he had caused. 

'I saw it... I saw it!! It was freaking blue...!' The young man was panicking inside of his mind after what had just transpired. His face was beet red and his mind was going haywire trying to distract himself from the image of the girl's bra. 

"It's my fault really, I thought it'd be safe to change here, since it's still early." The teenage girl said coolly, shaking off the event like nothing. She'd proceed to pick a ball on the floor before putting it into the ball cart. She'd then look back to the young man behind her before smiling. "Sorry."

"Ah.. it's nothing." The young man awkwardly responded, taken aback by the sudden apology from the girl. He'd then look down at the floor while slightly pouting. 'Tch. Could've come up with a better response than that.' He'd then look back up at the older girl who's busy cleaning the basketball balls. 'Guess I lost again...'

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Y/N POV

At our school, The number of culture and sports clubs combined makes 12 clubs in total. Basketball, Volleyball, Badminton, Gymnastic, and Theater. Those are 5 clubs that use the gym. We have our voluntary morning practice at the gym until 8:30 in the morning. 

And among the earliest to appear every morning is me, Y/n L/n and a member from the basketball team, Ahn Yujin-Sunbaenim.

It's been almost an hour since the incident happened and we're currently still the only ones in the gym. I'm busy practicing my overhand pass in the wall while Yujin-sunbaenim is busy practicing her shooting. I'd sometimes glance at her direction once in a while when she's really focused. 'I wonder what time she arrived.'

We're both in different years, belong in different clubs and committees. We only give each other short greetings during our morning practice, but even so...

I'm in love with Ahn Yujin-sunbaenim.

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3RD PERSON POV

Multiple chatters can be heard through the classroom. It was their free period where students are free to do what they want, some were minding their own business, while some were sleeping, Y/n however, can be seen sitting at his desk while thinking about something.

 "I think... I'm going to confess to sunbaenim!"

"Give it up." His friend, Heeseung immediately replied to him while reading a book. "Too fast man!" Y/n shot back at his friend's quick rejection. "I know you have a habit of charging headlock to things, But I don't think it'll work out for you this time." Heeseung said, still focused on his book.

 "It's Yujin-sunbaenim we're talking about, you know? She's the leader of the basketball team, has superb athleticism and a likeable personality. Not to mention she's also pretty and has model-like features. It's no wonder she's one of the most popular people in school. Plus..."

 This time Heeseung would turn his head away from his book and look at Y/n. "I doubt she even knows your name..." Y/n quickly denied Heeseung's claim. "She does know my name!" Heeseung only gave him a 'really' look, clearly unconvinced with what Y/n is saying.

Heeseung can only sigh as he'd focus back on his book. "Look dude, she's aiming for a prep school. While you'll probably fail your first choice of confessing to her. It's like heaven and earth between the two of you."

"I know that..." Y/n said deflated while resting his chin on his desk and messing his hair out of frustration. "But I don't like to admit defeat before the battle even starts." Heeseung raised his eyebrow. "What battle are you talking about? Volleyball? Love?" Y/n only grumbled as he fully rested his head and arms on his desk. "You know what I mean." 

Heeseung sighed again. "At Least try to get into your second choice, get her to remember you. Do something to make her notice you." Y/n's face suddenly brightens up as he lifts his head up from his desk. "That's the Rank 1 Student for ya! You're really super smart!" Heeseung only snickered. "I mean who would even accept a confession from a total stranger?"

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The gym was now packed with various students who are members of different clubs. Multiple sounds echoed around the huge gymnasium as clubs would train as usual. 

Thump!  Y/n would receive the incoming ball perfectly. "Hit me again!" He shouted before getting into a receiving position once more. 

"Y/n seems motivated today." Y/n's captain commented while watching him practice. "He must be aiming to be a regular." Another teammate added. Heeseung happened to pass by the gym, while going home as he caught a glimpse of Y/n practicing hard. "So he was talking about volleyball huh? Oh well." Heeseung then continued to walk home. 

'Our two clubs are finally having club activities at the same time!! I'm gonna give it my all and show Yujin-sunbae my top form!!' Y/n's determination was on maximum mode now that the volleyball and basketball team is practicing with each other. This meant that Yujin might see him working diligently. 

Y/n then looked at the Basketball team's court as they continued to practice. Then he saw Yujin who managed to blow past her defenders with ease which really caught the attention of Y/n. 'Whoa... She's so cool.' However he completely forgot about the ongoing practice he's currently on which caused a ball to completely hit his face because of his carelessness. 

"You okay there Y/n?" His teammate near him would ask, which Y/n replied with a simple thumbs up while he's still on the floor lying down. "Alright let's take a 10 minute break everyone!" Their captain announced the team. 

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Y/n can be seen outside of the gymnasium while carrying a water jug. He seems really pumped even though he's only doing a chore. 'Even if it's just chores, I'm gonna give it my all! Cause I'm Cool! I'll show her my hardworking side!' Y/n continued to walk into the drinking fountain before suddenly realizing something. 'But well, It's not like Yujin-sunbae's here to see me though...' 

He'd soon take back his word because as soon as he arrived at the drinking fountain, he'd find the one and only Ahn Yujin drinking in the fountain. Y/n paused for a second before continuing to perform his chore of refilling the water jug. 

His mind however was going mental. 'Holy coincidence!! But what now?! Should I start a conversation??' Y/n was thinking of ways on how to get Yujin's attention without it being awkward. 'Wait no, Should I introduce myself?' 

He'd then look back at Yujin who... seems to be struggling with opening a pack of sports drinks, her face super determined which Y/n finds really adorable. 'Eh? Sunbae struggling to open that pack? Isn't that just super freaking cute?!' 

Y/n would then look around the area with hesitation plastered around his face. 'Ah screw it!' "Um.. Need me to open that for you?" Y/n would suddenly initiate a conversation with Yujin as he pointed at the sports drink pack, offering to open it for her. Yujin would look at Y/n and then into the pack. "Is that okay?" Yujin asked, to which Y/n only nodded before taking the pack from her. "Leave it to me! This is no..."

Y/n paused for a second as he found himself in the same predicament that Yujin found herself just a minute ago. "TTHING!!!" Struggling, Y/n would apply more strength into tearing the bag which would prove successful as a tear would slowly form. 'Ah! It's open.' Well he's not wrong, however the contains of the pack would immediately explode open and fly into the air as the pack would tear too much due to Y/n putting too much strength into tearing it. 

Y/n just stood there blankly, processing what had just happened. 'Eh??' Y/n just embarrassed himself in front of his crush. "AHAHAHA!" A loud laughter would follow suit as Y/n looked at the laughing Yujin who seemed to find Y/n's unfortunate accident to be really funny.

'She's laughing...' Y/n slightly blushed at the thought of Yujin laughing because of his actions even though he had to make himself a fool. "And after you were acting so tough..." Yujin finally calmed down and smiled at Y/n. 

''...Sorry.." Y/n awkwardly apologized while scratching the back of his head. "Oh no! I should be saying sorry instead. For you know laughing at you..." Yujin would cover her mouth to stop herself from laughing again. 

"Are you okay?" Yujin would ask Y/n, who began washing his hands to get rid of the sports drink powder. "Kinda sweet, to be honest." Y/n responded to which Yujin only giggled in response. "You really are a klutz, aren't you? You also took a ball right in the face back there too." Y/n immediately froze after Yujin mentioned the ball thing earlier. 

"Wait, you saw that?!" Y/n said while stuttering as he was panicking. "Yeah, it was a riot." Yujin would laugh again after remembering the funny scene. Y/n would bite his lip as he'd wash his hand very hard in an attempt to also wash away the embarrassment he's going through.

'Argh! I was trying to show her my cool side! But all I ended up was taking a ball to the face and ruining her sports drink pack! Urgh... god damn it I'm so lame...' 

"You should clean this off. Can't go back to club activities looking like this right?"  While Y/n was busy pondering about his situation, he suddenly felt a hand in his hair. He'd glance at Yujin to find her shaking off the powder on his hair. 'Uwah!' Y/n averted his gaze at Yujin and into the faucet, to which he can see his own face that is blushing because of Yujin's action.

Not wanting to embarrass himself further, Y/n suddenly dove his head under the faucet before turning it on as he washed his hair with the water. "I'm okay! I'm thinking of cooling my head for a bit myself!" Yujin was taken aback by Y/n's sudden outburst. "Wow. How manly of you."

"Yujin! We're starting again!" Yujin's teammate would suddenly call out to her to tell her that break's over. She didn't waste no any time as she quickly started to head out. "I'm heading back first then." Yujin excused herself. "Sure." Y/n responded, his head still under the faucet. 

"See you around, Y/n."

Y/n's eyes widened as his name would come out of Yujin's mouth. 'What? Did she just? Did she just say my name?!' Y/n quickly raised his head, not caring if the water from his hair was dripping onto his shirt. "H-how did you know my name?" Y/n questioned, a bit flustered. Yujin only smiled as she'd turn around again. 

"Of course I knew. We see each other everyday right?"

Yujin would shortly head inside the gymnasium to continue practicing, leaving a blushing Y/n behind. "Damn.."

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THE NEXT DAY

"At Least she remembers my name now. That's my second goal cleared. Now for my 3rd goal...'

Y/n paused in front of the gym door for a minute thinking of the best way to greet Yujin. He'd knock at the gymnasium door, learning from his past mistake.  

'The 3rd step to victory!! Ask for her number!' 

He'd grip the door handle before opening it as he'd enthusiastically greet Yujin. "Good Morning!!" As soon as he opened the door fully however, "Eh? She's not here?" he was greeted by the empty sight of the gym. 'Did she oversleep?' Y/n walked inside the gym, looking around failing to see any sign of Yujin in the gym. 

"Ah. Morning." Yujin would suddenly greet Y/n, as she spotted him walking down the gymnasium. Instead of the usual training attire, Yujin was wearing her school uniform, with her sleeves rolled up.

 "Whatcha up to there?" Y/n asked while Yujin picked up a box full of equipment. Yujin is inside the gym's storage, and seems to be tidying up equipment. "Just tidying up equipment." She'd place the box on a shelf before turning around and carrying another box. "I thought it was looking messy."

"Let me help!" Y/n offered, quickly putting down his bag before heading inside the storage room. "Hm? It's fine." Yujin declined, waving her hands. "I just suddenly felt like doing this myself. I'm always here early, after all. Figured I might as well make something out of my spare time." Yujin would crouch down as she tried arranging the mess inside the box. 

"No. I'm going to help you." Y/n would crouch down beside Yujin as he began helping Yujin with tidying up the mess. "It's gonna hurt my self-esteem if I don't." Yujin looked at Y/n who was busy with the box, amazed with the boy's energy. "I guess... If you insist." 

"I do." Y/n plainly said. "Like my grandpa always said, That's a big no no to my pride!" Yujin chortled at Y/n's statement. "Is your grandpa a kid? That sounds childish." Y/n pondered about it while still obviously helping Yujin with her task. "Does he? I thought that statement was serious." 

Y/n would steal a glance on Yujin who was occupied with her task. He took this time to admire her beauty, mesmerized as her face sculpted by the heavens was in full display for Y/n. He'd quickly avert his gaze though, afraid that Yujin might catch on. 

"So, Sunbae! What's your family like?" Y/n initiated a conversation, attempting to get to know more about Yujin. "Any brothers or sisters?" Y/n asked. "I have an older sister." Yujin replied, rolling a HDMI cord before putting it back into the box. 

"That's Cool! -ish" Y/n would look at Yujin, sparkling eyes and interest. "You just wanted to say that didn't you?" Yujin shot at Y/n's funny response. "No I mean it!" 'I bet her older sister is as good looking as her.'

"No way! People often say I'm too laid back so I'm not cool at all." Yujin quickly denied Y/n's praises, playfully jeering at the thought of her being cool. "But sunbae, you hate losing right? That's what makes you cool." Yujin was surprised by Y/n's statement. "Eh? You think so?" Yujin asked, quite confused at how Y/n came up with that conclusion. 

"You're always the first to appear for morning practice. You always showed up even earlier than me." Y/n pointed out little things that Yujin does. "Well... My motto is 'To practice more than anyone else.' " Yujin explained. "What's that mean?!" Y/n playfully retorted. 

"I mean having a goal like that already means that you're the kind who hates to lose." Yujin stopped what she's doing as she looked at Y/n, who was minding his own chores. Yujin didn't know why, but the way Y/n said that, she found it very cool. Yujin felt her face heating up from Y/n's statements.

"But!" Yujin tried to argue. "See? Now you're trying to argue with me." Y/n shuts down Yujin's attempt to argue, proving his claims further. "..." Yujin can only pout as she feels that she lost the argument. Y/n on the other hand was doing his best to keep himself cool and stopping himself from melting under Yujin's gaze.

"Besides, I already saw you at that moment." Y/n would stand up. While Yujin raised her eyebrow, confused by what Y/n was saying. "That moment..?" Y/n nodded. "It was last year, the day after the retirement match for your basketball sunbaes." 

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FLASHBACK 

A 1st year Y/n can be seen skipping down the pathway to the Gymnasium while happily whistling as he's on his way to do his usual morning practice. "I wonder what the sunbaes are gonna do after the retirement match." He said to himself.

Y/n slowed down as he reached the gymnasium, walking down the entrance. As he gets nearer, he can hear sounds of the ball hitting the rim. Curious, he'd peek at the gym's door to see Yujin drenched in sweat, diligently practicing her shooting. However, mixed with her sweat were her tears. 

Y/n stood there shocked to see this new side of Yujin he only now saw. He'd turn around and lean his back on the gymnasium walls, not daring to go inside so he can let Yujin have her moment while also respecting her privacy. He'd soon left after, while Yujin continued on with her "practice".

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"Later on, I also found out that you entered the match, Yujin-sunbae... and that you just lost by a hair." Y/n smiled sweetly. "Seeing you practice your shooting with tears in your eyes... It really impressed me." Yujin would cup her face with her hands, while resting her elbows on her knees. "This is the worst... I can't believe you saw me in such an embarrassing moment." Yujin was blushing from embarrassment, flustered by the fact that someone saw her during that exact moment.

"No!"

"To me you were awesome!!" Y/n raised his voice slightly which took Yujin aback. "Only someone with real dedication could do something like that." Yujin smiled as she crossed her arms and faced Y/n. "Thanks." Yujin thanked Y/n who only looked down at the box as shyness soon took over after his sudden outburst. "Yeah..."

"Uh... Yujin-sunba-" "Yujin." Y/n was cut off mid sentence as another voice would appear, prompting both Yujin and Y/n to turn their heads to the storage room door. "You were here?" Standing there was Sung Jinwoo, the leader of the male basketball team. "Oh, Jinwoo-ah." Yujin stood up before walking to Juyeon. 

'Why is he looking for Yujin-sunbae? Wait no, it's probably just for some business.' Y/n would turn his head around to look at them both, who were busy talking about something. 'But hey, aren't they standing too close to each other?! They look good together too... Like a real life picture of a perfect couple... But wait, I heard he was going out with the tennis team leader...?'

Looking at Yujin, then to Jinwoo, and then to them both, Y/n smiled nervously and somewhat distraught. 'Don't tell me...'

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"Rumours say it's only a matter of time until they date." Heeseung said, flipping through the pages of his book. "For real?!" Y/n grimaced, feeling a lingering sense of defeat as he clenched his fist tight. "Like I said, it's just rumours." 

Heeseung would raise his head as he pondered. "But considering that both of them are leaders of the basketball team, they probably have a lot in common. Besides, the guy is tall, handsome, and good at basketball." Heeseung then turned his head to Y/n. "You got a real powerhouse rival here. What are you gonna do?"

"Well..." Y/n slumped his shoulders before quickly standing up and stepped his right foot into his chair as he pumped his fist, a wave of determination and burning passion radiated around him. 

"I've come this far! I'm gonna fight until the bitter end!"

Heeseung can only scratch his head because of his friend's antics.

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The afternoon practice soon ended, as Y/n quickly exited the gymnasium after cleaning up. "Gotta go home and devise some strategy." He however immediately stopped in his tracks as he saw both Yujin and Jinwoo standing at the Pathway. Y/n hurriedly hid behind the wall as he tried to listen to their conversation.

"Sorry for calling you out suddenly." Jinwoo scratched the back of his head and smiled nervously. "It's fine." Yujin meanwhile brushed it off. 

'Wait, Don't tell me...!'

Y/n would turn his head around as he leaned a little to take a peek on what's happening.

'Is he...' 

"Will you go out with me?" 

Before Y/n can even ask himself the question, Jinwoo dropped the bombshell that Y/n was fearing. Y/n would lean back into the wall as he felt his heartbeat rise drastically.

'Should I be listening to this!? Of course not! Man, this is making me so nervous...' Y/n puts his hand on his chest as both him and Jinwoo awaits Yujin's answer. Y/n was preparing himself for the worst until...

"I'm sorry."

Y/n's heart almost died for a second before coming back again. He'd quietly exhale a sigh of relief  but then Yujin would speak again.

"I'm not interested in dating anyone at the moment. I only want to focus on basketball."

Yujin would rub her elbow with her other hand as she looked at the ground, avoiding Jinwoo's gaze. Y/n eyes widened by the sudden revelation. "I see... I get that. Forget what I asked, then." Jinwoo can only rub his neck and laugh awkwardly before bidding goodbye to Yujin and walking away.

'This...' Y/n would squat down. 'I mean, I'm glad she turned down the guy. But...' He'd ruffle his own hair as he felt deflated and defeated. 'I want to focus only on basketball? That's unfair man...' Y/n bit his lip as he sighed again. 'She's been practicing every morning, every afternoon, everyday... And all in those times I have watched her... watched how hard she worked.'

'It's not just Jinwoo-sunbae... I feel like I just got rejected too... Even if I lose to her when it comes to club activities... It'll just be a matter of time of course...'

"Aargh..." Y/n looked up at the orange-hue sky as he took in the cold breeze of the air before standing up and walking away. "I guess, I won't beat her anytime soon."

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*Squeak* *Squeak*

Sound of shoes being in contact with the gymnasium floor echoed throughout the area. Once again it's the start of morning practices as everyone was busy setting up their own training grounds in their own separate places. 

Y/n is currently sitting on the gym floor while tying his shoelaces as he thought of the events yesterday. 'Thinking about it... We always see each other at the gym right? Maybe I should hit up the training hall for my morning practices now... It'd be awkward seeing her.' Y/n sighed once again as he finished tying his shoelaces.

"Girls Basketball Team gather up!" Y/n's attention was piqued as he looked at the Girls Basketball Team, expecting to see Yujin. He'd look at the people lining up but wasn't able to see any sign of Yujin. 

'Huh? Yujin-sunbae is not here? But she doesn't have committee duties today. Did she take the day off? Or did she catch a cold?' Thoughts rambled on Y/n's head as he was confused by Yujin's absence. 

'Arghhh!! I hate this.' Y/n ruffled his hair with frustration as he tried to distract himself with the thought of Yujin. 

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"Finally break time." Y/n jogged to the drinking fountain while carrying a water jug, as he did his task once more. As he reached the fountain, he saw members from the girls basketball team hanging out at the doorstep. Y/n didn't pry into them any further as he refilled the water jug and waited for it to be filled.

"So yeah, That was so annoying right?"

Y/n paused for a second, as he overheard the conversation happening behind him. He pretended to not listen and let the conversation continue between the girls basketball team members.

"So Yujin got confessed to by Juyeon right?" A member spoke, and to Y/n's surprise They're talking about Yujin and Juyeon. "What? Him?" Another member spoke. "Yeah! Yeah!"The former replied. "Wow, someone got a high opinion of themselves." 

'What are they talking about?' 

"I mean just because you're the team leader doesn't mean you're all the great am I right?" A member spoke to which the others agreed on. "Talk about delusional" Another chipped in. 

"Yeah just because you're a little good looking, It doesn't mean anything if you don't have talent."

That was the last straw for Y/n as he turned off the faucet before turning around to face the Girl's Basketball Team members.

"You take that back."

"Huh?" "What?" "You're that guy from the volleyball club right?" The girls were confused as they furrowed their eyebrows and looked at Y/n. 

"I may be from the Volleyball Club, But I know Yujin-Sunbae!" Y/n retorted

 "She's always the one to show up first for practice! Always the one who takes initiative for the chores! In club activities, she does more work, runs more rounds than any other members! She's a modest and hard worker. She can be a bit dense about herself at times. She can be shy occasionally, and she hates to lose. Yujin-sunbae loves basketball more than anyone! She loves the basketball team, that's why..."

The club members can only blankly stare at Y/n as he continues to ramble things about Yujin. 

"I don't want to hear the fellow team members that she loves so much, speaking hurtful words behind her back!"

"We know." The members looked at him with a deadpan facial expression.

'Eh?' Y/n stood there stunned at their reaction.

"Besides, We were talking about Jinwoo"

"That guy is so annoying." "Think he's the hot stuff." The members commented as they made an expression of disgust, thinking about Jinwoo. "People from other years don't know but Jinwoo is actually a massive narcissist." A member speaked up. "He thought he had a chance with our Yujin." 

'Wait a minute, did I....' 

'DID I JUST FUCKING JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS?!?!?!?!'

Y/n was internally dying after what had just transpired. Not only did he jump to conclusions, he was rambling about Yujin too much that he looked like a big fucking fool.

"Besides, Yujin would probably be happy to know that someone besides us understands her so well besides us." The members jeered as they looked at Y/n and laughed teasingly, making the poor boy more embarrassed.  

"Right? Yujin?"

Out of nowhere, Yujin appeared. Y/n's grave was dug deeper at the arrival of Yujin as he felt like the world was crumbling down around him. He did not dare to look at her, his eyes remained glued at the concrete floor below.

"Looks like she's back from her career interview. We'll head back to the gym first." "Take your time~" The girls said as they soon stood up and walked away, leaving Y/n and Yujin behind.

It was not just them two, an awkward silence ensued as Y/n gripped the hem of his shirt. 

"Hmm... I can't  tell you're the serious type, or the type that always runs head-long into things."

Yujin was the one to break the awkward silence as she smiled before sitting on the doorstep. Y/n looked to the side, still beet red and trying to avoid any eye contact.

"Sorry for all of that." Y/n aplogized but Yujin simply shakes her head. "No, I thought those were some nice compliments." 

"..."

"Anyways! I should get back to-" "Wait!" Yujin shuts down the attempt of a fidgety Y/n to escape this moment. "Y/n-ah, do you have something to say to me?" It was now Yujin's turn to be the one who's shy as redness slowly creeps from her face.

" 'I thought you were badmouthing her. Sorry for misunderstanding.' Please tell them that." Y/n immediately said with rap-like speed as he tries to avoid a certain topic. "Aside from that... Nothing." Y/n would purse his lips before speaking again. "I don't want to prevent you from focusing only on basketball."

Yujin's eyes widened at Y/n's response. "Wait, did you overhear our talk?!" Y/n quickly went on defensive mode. "It's not like I wanted to!! Plus you were so enthusiastic about the tournament! You don't want to give up on the tournament just for some silly romance stuff right?!" Y/n slightly raised his voice as he explained his feelings.

"That's only an excuse I used to turn down people who make advances at me... Until now."

Yujin would stare at her swinging feet while Y/n froze at his spot. Is he hearing shit right?

"Until now..?" Y/n asked.

"Lately, I've been thinking that maybe if I can meet the one, waking up in the morning wouldn't be such a chore anymore, the one who would cheer for me during my club activities and in turn, would cheer for him... The one who will be there for me when I start crying after losing a match..."

"If only... that person would show up before me..."

Yujin would slowly look up to Y/n who was also looking at her. For the first time, they've made eye contact with each other. And with just that one eye contact, both of them knew right away.

Y/n knew it was the right time, it was now or never, and so he mustered up the courage. He wasn't gonna let this chance go. 

"Yujin-sunbae..."

"I like you, Please go out with me!!"

Yujin sweetly smiled before nodding. 

 "Okay."

Y/n was filled with euphoria, it was surreal. Did Yujin just really accept his confession? As they both looked at each other, the surroundings faded into oblivion. It was only them and no one else. Y/n would take a few steps as he got closer and closer, before leaning into Yujin and holding her face. Yujin would close her eyes, anticipating the moment. 

And so their lips connected, fireworks would lit inside their heads as they both shared their first kisses with each other. They'd savour the moment before pulling back, panting as they shared a loving gaze with each other. 

"I never expected..."

"My first kiss... Would taste like energy drink." Yujin slightly smiled, obviously teasing Y/n. "Wha-?!" Seconds later, Yujin would laugh at Y/n's reaction as Y/n can only timidly scratch his head and soon join her as they both laugh together.

Our spring happened inside this box. Everyone too, will come... One day...

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End.

#kpop #fluff #yujin fluff #ive #kpop fanfic #male reader #kpop imagines #kpop gg #ahn yujin #idol x reader #idol x male reader

[sylveon-official]

more huskerdust mpreg wip

Part 1 here!

“Princess, we have a fuckin’ problem,” Angel whispers heatedly, voice shaking as he guides Charlie into his room and shuts the door.

“Oh no, Angel, what’s wrong? What can I do to help?”

Angel cuts to the chase, shoving the photographs into her hands. Charlie stares down at the images quizzically, then cocks her head to the side as she looks up at Angel Dust with clear confusion written on her features.

“Angel, are these ultrasound pictures? Why—”

“Because it’s mine, Charlie,” Angel hisses, then points accusingly at his slightly distended middle. 

Charlie blinks once, twice, then furrows her brow together. 

“No, no, no, no, that can’t be right. Sinner demons can’t get pregnant. Who is telling you that, Angel?” Charlie asks, concerned. “Is it Val? Is he… is this his idea of a prank? Because if it is, I will march right over to that studio and give him a piece of my mind—”

“No! Val’s not smart enough to pull something like that, I went to the doctor and — and I saw it, I fucking saw it with my own two eyes! I don’t understand it anymore than you do, but I thought, I donno’, Lucifer’s daughter’s gotta be more aversed in the way shit works around here and — augh!” Angel cries, tugging at his hair as he feels hot tears build up behind his eyes and his legs start to give out from under him.

Charlie gasps, diving forward to grab one of Angel’s arms and lead him to sit down on the bed. When he sits, the adrenaline he’d been functioning on dissipates all at once and the first couple of tears spill heavily down his cheeks. He buries is face in a set of his hands and heaves a wet sob.

“Oh, Angel…” Charlie immediately pulls his face into her chest and strokes his hair. Angel tries to respond, but all that comes out is more pathetic blubbering.

Charlie gives Angel the time to unload his tears, at least to the point where he can functionally speak again. Angel pulls himself out of her chest, swiping a hand over his wet eyes. 

“Val’s gonna fucking kill m—” Angel chokes on the word ‘me’, eyes instantly flicking down to that damn bump, and hates that his mind instantly replaces it with ‘us’. 

Charlie pauses where she’d been tracing gentle circles along Angel’s back. Angel looks up to see her eyes flash a dangerous red, horns threatening to escape from her forhead.

“It’s going to be okay,” Charlie says confidently, clasping Angel’s hands in hers. Angel gives her a skeptical look, and Charlie simply tightens her grip. “I’m going to call my dad. If anyone knows what’s going on it’d be him. Okay? I’ll be right back.”

Part 3 here!

me jus layin all my cards out lol this is all i got. just blurbs, i got some ideas cookin for a fic but nothing concrete yet so lmk if you got any ideasssss

#huskerdust #hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #mpreg #writing #huskerdust mpreg i say as there is yet to be a husker in sight lol

[be11atrixthestrange]

Bathroom Light

It's been two years since I've written anything, but I heard the song Bathroom Light by Mt. Joy, and this story wrote itself. Rated M for Ron's thoughts. <3

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x

Find me a lane to drive through

In a Halloween costume

I'm an astronaut without you

x

As usual, the Three Broomsticks was bursting with Hogwarts students on a Saturday night. Echoes of conversations bounced off the walls, cluttering Ron’s mind like a cloud of wrackspurts,  which made it even harder than usual to focus on his date. Lavender had been chatting about a new beauty charm she learned from Parvati. Or was it from Witch Weekly? Honestly, Ron didn’t know, but apparently it had something to do with volumizing curls. Maybe. 

Ron stared into his half empty butterbeer. Although he was tempted to chug the rest of it, he just knew that if someone in particular saw him gulping it down like a river troll, she’d disapprove. He shouldn’t care what that someone in particular would think, as they weren’t even on speaking terms, but for some reason he still did. 

“Are you listening to me?” 

Ron’s skin prickled at her question, and his fingers clenched around his glass of butterbeer. “Yes, of course I’m listening,” he lied. 

“Then what did I just say?” asked Lavender, one eyebrow raised. 

“Something about beauty charms…”

Lavender’s eyes narrowed.

“Beauty charms that you don’t even need.”

Ron’s shoulders relaxed when Lavender’s face softened into a grin. “Aww. You’re sweet.”

He smiled back at her and took in her features. She wore a different color lipstick than usual for their date, and it had taken Ron by surprise when he first saw her. Lavender had seemed hurt by his reaction. He tried to assure her that he didn’t think of her lipstick color as good or bad, but apparently that was the wrong thing to say. 

Truth be told, he didn’t actually know what Lavender looked like without all the effort, but he knew better than to mention that. She took great pride in her appearance and wanted validation — that Ron could understand. Some guys equated makeup and beauty charms with deceit, and Ron really didn’t want to be one of those guys. But was it wrong to want to know what your girlfriend really looked like? 

And honestly, he’d love to go on a date that had the potential of ruining someone’s perfectly curated hair. Lavender wouldn’t even watch one of his Quidditch games if it was raining for fear of ruining her appearance. Even though that would mean so much more to him than finding a never-before-seen shade of lip balm just for him. He couldn’t shake the image of someone else sitting in the stands at a particularly stormy Quidditch game, her curls soaked down to heavy waves that stuck to her face, completely unbothered by the fact that she looked like she’d nearly drowned in the great lake.

As if reality read his mind, those same curls caught his eye, bouncing along the edge of the pub toward the loo. His eyes immediately followed Hermione until the light of the bathroom hallway illuminated her. Who was she here with? Harry or Ginny? Neither had mentioned anything about going to Hogsmeade tonight, and the thought made his stomach feel as heavy as a bezoar. Was she on a date? 

The persistent thought, the one that he was usually pretty good at keeping at bay flooded into his mind like a dam had broken. What would happen if he followed her?

x

We're twisting our way to the back of the bar

Yeah, locking the door, falling into the stall…

x

Maybe she would respond positively. Those canaries meant something. No one would attack a person for kissing someone else if they only held platonic feelings. Ron definitely wasn’t wrong about that. It was possible that she’d welcome a grand gesture from him. 

Was following her into a bathroom stall in a crowded pup a grand gesture? It surely wasn’t on the same level as hiring a string quartet or writing a romantic poem. But if memories of a rogue mountain troll served him correctly, it wouldn’t be the first time their relationship changed in a bathroom.

Suppose he got up, followed her, and she invited him in. Then what?

That would never happen. But it didn’t hurt to imagine, right? 

x

Stripping you down to your jewelry

You're breaking the rules just for me

What a life under big stars and a good woman in charge

Got me falling in, got me falling in hard.

x

Would she want him to kiss her the way he kissed Lavender in the common room that first time? Because honestly, he probably couldn’t. It would be so different.

If he kissed Hermione in that bathroom there would be no hesitation. His mind wouldn’t freeze and turn on autopilot without a moment’s thought about the fallout of his actions. He’d kiss her not in spite of the consequences, but because of them. Could a kiss ruin their friendship? 

So be it, ruin the friendship. Sometimes things needed to burn down to grow back stronger. 

It wouldn’t just be a kiss. If the scars on his arms meant anything, she had passion. Sure, that manifested poorly sometimes, but it wouldn’t in that bathroom. He could just imagine her tugging at his shirt while he plucked at the buttons on her blouse, pieces of clothing hitting the floor one by one, until all she was left wearing was that perfume he got her back in fifth year. 

He’d run his fingers through her perfectly voluminous curls that needed no beauty charms, and maybe she’d bite down on his lip as her bare legs wrapped around his waist. His fingers would dig into the skin of her thighs, and she’d groan her approval, which would have a similar effect to setting Ron on fire. 

Something Ron loved about Hermione was her relationship with rules. She knew the ins and outs of every rule in the book, so when it came time to break them, she was the one to ask. She could get away with anything without risking her perfect reputation, especially for someone she cared about. Setting a professor’s robes on fire? Check. Blackmailing and transfiguring a nefarious journalist? Check. Jinxing the D.A. sign up sheet? Check. That one time she snuck a flask of firewhiskey on a prefect round, and they skipped patrol to drink in an empty classroom? Check. Harry didn’t even believe Ron when he told him about that last one, and honestly, Ron preferred it that way. It made it seem special. 

If breaking rules was Ron’s love language, Hermione was fluent, and she only spoke it for him. 

So even though he was on a date with someone else, and maybe she was too, it wasn’t difficult to imagine her fully letting him in under the dim bathroom light. He’d prop her up on the sink; she’d tug on his front zipper and slip him out of his trousers. And despite the fact that they were in a dingy stall in the bathroom of an overcrowded pub, he’d do to her what he’d only ever imagined in his dreams. Fuck the consequences.

Shag her best friend in the bar bathroom? She definitely would. Check. 

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So, come on, baby, let's do this right

I think I like falling in love in the bar bathroom light

I won't question it, I won't mess with it, if it's there go grab it

Tell your friends you love who they are

x

“Ron, are you okay?”

Lavender sat with her elbows on the table, head cocked to the side, a look of concern on her face. 

“Yeah. Why?” he asked, trying his best to hide the resentment creeping up from the fact that she yanked him from the most beautiful daydream. 

“You seem distracted.”

Ron immediately felt heavy with guilt. What was wrong with him? He was here with a gorgeous woman, and couldn’t control the trajectory of his fantasies. 

“I’m sorry. Just tired,” he lied. In fact, he was more energized than ever. “Can we go back?”

“Yeah,” said Lavender, with a brief flash of disappointment on her face. “Want to finish your beer first?”

Ron glanced at his butterbeer, still half empty. Hermione obviously wasn’t looking, so he put the glass to his lips and chugged it. 

“Let’s go,” he said. The pair stood up to leave, and Lavender reached for his hand. Who was he to think of makeup and beauty charms as deceit when he was the one imagining shagging someone else in the bathroom?

Yet, on the way out the door, it took everything he had to avoid stealing one more glance toward the bathroom at the back of the bar. 

#romionefic #ron x hermione #romione #ron and hermione #hpromione #hermione granger #ron weasley #hermione #hbp missing moment #romioneangst #songfic #angst #one shot

[ctitan98official]

@m-r-nicely : I’m tired and it’s hot, so of course I got an idea. The RE ladies (including Jill) enter their room after staying up late for some work or whatever. Maybe they don’t realize at first, but upon a double take they see S/O laying without the blankets in just a thin camisole or topless and underwear/briefs. How do they react? cause based on your past headcannons, I think dollmaker.exe (and potentially birb.exe) would malfunction

18+ Minors DNI

Yes, finally a request for Jill, thank you! Good prompt as well. Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

When Alcina is busy with the wine business, she often goes to bed much later than you.

When she finally gets to her bedroom to get some sleep, she doesn’t expect to see you, in only your underwear, asleep on her bed.

She feels a faint flush overtake her face as she ogles your body.

She scolds herself a bit for admiring you while you are not even awake.

She slips in beside you and tries not to wake you. You move to grab onto her in your sleep and Alcina is comforted by the warmth of your bare skin.

Donna:

When Donna is working on a doll project, she often loses track of time.

Sometimes by the time she’s done, you have long since been asleep.

One evening, she enters her bedroom to see you in only your underwear… She immediately covers her eyes with her hands. Her mind is overtaken by dirty thoughts.

Finally, she uncovers her eyes and tries to get into bed without disturbing you.

You stretch and yawn in your sleep before reaching over and pulling her into your front. Donna’s face is bright red for a while.

Miranda:

Miranda works late into the night almost all the time.

She feels bad about leaving you alone, but she’s just so busy.

One night, she enters her bedroom to see you in your underwear as you doze.

She is uncharacteristically flustered as she drinks in your body.

She fights the urge to wake you up and have you do naughty things to her.

She eventually sighs and decides it’s best not to disturb you. She places a gentle kiss on your forehead as she lies down next to you and drapes one of her wings over you.

Bela:

Bela almost always goes to bed when you do, but occasionally she’ll stay up late to work on something.

She gets kind of bashful when she sees you in limited clothing, so she blushes pretty hard when she sees you sleeping in only your underwear.

She fans herself with her hand to cool down her burning cheeks and crawls into bed next to you.

You stir a bit, but ultimately remain asleep.

Bela lies awake for a while thinking about how you were almost completely naked on her bed. She loves replaying the image in her mind.

Cassandra:

When Cass is down in the dungeons, it’s hard for her to keep track of time.

Sometimes when she goes to get ready for bed, you are already asleep.

One night, she walked in to find you in only your underwear… She was delighted.

She pounces on you and places heated kisses all over your face.

You woke up to a very needy Cass… You love it when she’s like that.

You quickly decide that you don’t mind being woken up so much if this is the reason why.

Daniela:

Dani and you will usually have sex before bed and you fall asleep next to each other.

But sometimes, she is reading in the library and gets sucked into a really good book before she realizes what time it is.

One evening, she walked in and saw you in your underwear sleeping on her bed.

She thinks you look really hot and immediately shakes you awake to help her release the sexual frustration you had caused her,

You were just trying to stay cool, but maybe you should only wear underwear when you sleep from now on if this is the result.

Jill:

Jill works late a lot but it’s usually because she has to file paperwork down at the station.

You try to stay up and wait for her, but sometimes you get tired and just fall asleep by accident.

When Jill enters her bedroom, her eyes widen when she sees how good you look in just underwear.

She decides to strip down as well… However, she takes her bra and panties off too.

She snuggles next to you and you instinctively lie your head on her chest as you sleep (She’s got soft tiddies, what can I say). She smiles and kisses your head before turning off the lights.

She may have woken you up later in the night when she couldn’t sleep and wanted you to touch her. Honestly, it’s mostly why she took all of her clothes off earlier.

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #cassandra dimitrescu #re8 shitpost #y/n is stupid #re8 incorrect quotes #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda #mother miranda x reader #donna beneviento x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #jill valentine #jill valentine x reader

[cherry-holmes]

E R E S M Í A | Javier Peña x F!Reader❤️‍🔥

Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña – Chapter 11.5

aka I’m ovulating

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: You and Javier have funniest things to do than packing your stuff from your apartment.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Previous chapter

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word count: +1.6k

Warnings: this is pure and complete SMUT. Oral sex (fem receiving). Unprotected P in V sex. Doggy style. A little bit of spanking. Dirty talk. Praise kink. Breeding kink if you squint.

A/N: SO… I’m tryin’ to save my semester here, so I’m having a delay on chapter 12, but since I’m so fuckin’ horny here’s some smut. Hope you like it and stay tuned for chap 12 very soon!!!!

A/N 2: READER DOESNT HAVE PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION. The image of the collage is use just as visual.

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You didn't know how did you both ended up on the floor, but you didn't care. You just couldn't think or care about anything else that wasn't his mouth on your pussy. The couch was right there beside you, yet he had you completely naked and whimpering on your apartment's floor.

He was so concentrated down there, licking your core, drinking every trace that might remain of your long gone innocence. Your fingers were between the strands of his hair, your back arched as you tried to cope the devastating pleasure of his touch.

Both of his hands reached to your breasts, massaging them at first and then his fingers began to stimulate your nipples, making your cried out louder. The slurping sounds filled the room, along with your voice full of lust calling his name.

"Javi... Javi..." you moan, and you caught his attention, "I... need you... oh, I need you inside... please!"

He stopped and looked up at you, his mustache and chin glistening with your slick. "We don't have condoms," he remembered to you.

"Please, I can take the pill," you insisted, and you could tell by the way his pants seemed to be suffocating him, that it would be easy to convince him.

"Those pills are full of hormones, baby, you know what I think about..." he started, but cut himself when your hand traveled down your body to your wetting folds, touching yourself.

"Don't tell me you don't want this, Javi," your voice was devilish and provocative. "I know you've always wanted to have my pussy dripping with your cum."

"Fuck..." he hissed, eyes darkening as he saw your fingers pleasuring yourself. You were so sensitive, so needy of his cock. "You're gonna kill me, baby," he said as he started to unbutton his jeans.

Your eyes followed his already naked torso, his tanned skin, broad shoulders and his irresistible slutty waist. He was painfully beautiful, manly and all yours. Javier Peña was your man.

"On your fours, baby," he ordered and you obeyed immediately. "Easy, if your ankle hurt just tell me," he said and you nodded as you accommodate yourself for him. His hands caressed your ass, exploring your waist, bending over you to trace a path of kisses along your spine to your shoulders and the back of your neck. You gasped when he spanked your ass, the perfect mix of delicacy and intense that made your pussy soaked with anticipation. "Such a nice ass, bonita," he praised as his fingers parted your folds, searching for your swollen clit to keep you wet. "I love making love to you, baby. You make me cum like no one else," he said, and it was true.

He had been with others, many times, but that was just sex. No attachments, no bonds, no feelings. He never cared about feelings; he thought he would never need them in matters of sex. It was better for him, easier. But you came into his life and changed his perspective. Javier learned that love, passion, and emotional bonds could change the way he enjoyed sex. And he loved sex with you.

His length made its way through the stretch walls of your pussy; gentle as he let you adapt to him. You felt his warm hands and his hairy pelvis against your ass. He bend over again, pushing himself further, making you whimper as you felt your own body trying to embrace his cock. You were sure you'll never get use to its size.

"Look at you, taking my cock so fuckin' good," he praised to your ear, low and raspy voice sending shivers down your body where you clenched your walls around him. He grunted at the sensation. "You're such a bratty, though, begging for my dick," he added, his hands taking your tits, squeezing them so delicious and torturous. "Tell me what you want, baby."

"I-I want you to fill my pussy up, Javi," you answered, almost at the edge of lost every piece of control. You were already surrendering to him, to his desires. "Please, fuck me," your cheeks burned just to hear yourself.

He grinned, straightening up and finding a good position behind you. "As you wish, mi amor."

Javi's hips started thrusting in a slow pace, in and out, the friction giving both of you some relief, but you wanted more. You wanted Javier Peña to ruin you.

"Harder," you whispered sounding more desperate than you expected. He wanted to punish you, play teasing and torture you, but you looked so damn hot on in that position, you ass up for him... so his hands took a new place on your waist, pulling you against him as he pushed harder towards you. "Fuck, like that!"

The skin-to-skin sounds filled the apartment as your mouth emitted the most wonderful sounds of pleasure, whining and quivering with each bucked of his hips.

"Fuck damn it," he groaned roughly as he felt himself reaching your deepest point. Your back arched up as a response to the feeling, it hurt a little bit. "You okay?" He asked, concern filtering through his breathlessly voice, but he didn't stopped completely.

"Mhm," you nodded, "Don't stop, it feels so good," you encouraged him, and he took a second to find another signal of uncomfortably from you. When he didn't, his pace restarted. He angled his hips to push inside deep as he could go, and this time you just cried out with completely pleasure.

As he was making sure he wasn't hurting you, his movements became more confident and then he was fuckin' you like he had never done before. Holding your hips as his thrusts were desperately but right to that sweet point.

"That's what you wanted?" He asked in a sharp breath, words coming out between his panting. "You fuckin' little thing, such a naughty girl." He spanked you, harder than before, and your walls clenching around him.

"Yes, Javi... don't stop, don't you..." words coiled at your throat, sinking in a hole of lust and passion.

He didn't showed mercy as he kept his hungry moves on you, adding some more spanks on your butt-cheeks, nasty words praising you and your body. His hands were all over your butt, the soft flesh of your tummy, his hands cupping your pussy.

Suddenly, his arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you up and against his warm chest, holding you in a tight embrace. You sat on his lap, legs parted on each side of his, both kneeling as he buried himself deeply into you. One of his hands cupped one of your breasts roughly, while the other kept you still, his breath quivering in your ear as your moans escaped as broken sobs.

"Eres mía, sólo mía," he sighed with pleasure, his lips on your neck and shoulders as he traced soft wet kisses, some of them you knew would left a mark. "Te amo," he added at the time his hand left your breast to find your clit, tracing soft circles, "y amo tus labios, tu coñito, tus ojos, tus tetas... todo, todo lo que es mío."

You were entangled in sensations, thoughts full of love and lust, emitting incoherent moans. Your hips moved almost of their own volition, tracing circles on him as his fingers traced circles on your sensitive clit. You felt a river of sticky slick running down your core to his dick and balls. "You want more?" He asked and you could heard him grinning when you nodded, "Wanna have your sweet, tight, little cunt full of my fuckin' cum?" He asked, but this time when you nodded, he tightened his grip on your body and ordered you with a mandatory voice, "Say it, I wanna hear you."

"Ye-yes," you managed to say.

"Yes what?" He pushed.

"I want your cum dripping out my pussy, Javi, please, I want you to cum inside," your voice quivered, your cheeks burned and his balls shuddered at your words.

“Shit,” he groaned. Then, his arms released you, pulling back but still very inside of you. “Bounce on it, then, make cum,” he demanded.

Your hands went to the floor, founding a better position so you could start moving. Your hips went up and down, back and forth as you whimpered and whined at the overwhelming feeling.

Javier was mesmerized by the way your ass bounced, his big cock disappearing inside of you and coming out soaked with your honey. He was moaning, praising you, grunting as he felt his release coming closer. You were very close too.

“Ah! Ah! Javi… I’m gonna cum…” you warned him, and he took your hips to help you fastened your movements as he he growled full of lust and passion.

“Keep going, just like that, I’m coming, baby.”

Javier cum inside of you with a loud groan, eyes shut and his heavy weight curling over you. And when you felt your pussy filling with his thick, warm load, you came as your body convulsed under his. You could perfectly feel his cock twitching inside as both of your releases came out of you cunt, over the floor.

“You alright?” He whispered after a few moments, still trying to recover his breath.

“Yeah,” you answered, cock drunk, not wanting him to came out of you. “That was… awesome.”

“I know,” he agreed, his lips placing kisses on your back as he finally came out.

When you tried to climb to the couch, he took you by your waist, pulling you back to him. You laughed and sat on his bare lap, over his still wet, half-hard cock. His arms wrapped around you once more, his lips on your mouth to share a passionate kiss. His fingers traced a soft circles on your legs, and your fingers went to his hair to pull him closer.

You still have a lot of stuff to packed to officially moved to his place, but when his fingers found the way to your core filled of himself, you couldn’t say no.

CHAPTER 12

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IN HIS IMAGE [SECONDO x f!reader] CHAPTER III

While you are in search of a new book to read, Secondo will continue to test the reach of the lust ritual.

Apologies for how short this chapter is. This is the middle chapter and it will be conecting to the next one and the subsequent finale. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it!

tw/tags: smut. +18 warning, established relationship, spicy literature, semipublic sex (kinda?), thigh fucking, teasing, p in v, brief mention of cunnilingus, catholic defiance (very brief), pillow fucking, m/f relationship. 2.7K words

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The library is empty, not many people visit it so early in the morning, but you needed to get a new book. You are looking for something very specific and it is taking a while to find it. You have checked every bookshelf, even asking the librarian for its location, but it seems impossible to find its whereabouts.

You are about to give up when you suddenly see a very worn out spine with the title almost faded. Curiously, you get close and grab it with care. The title read ‘Ms. Finley’s big adventure’. That was it! You almost laugh out loud when you read the title. It seems to be taken out from a child’s book, but of course, it isn’t. Lately, you have been leaning towards the more spicy tomes of your own bookshelf, and you have devoured them all in a few weeks. The romantic plot mixed with the nasty descriptions of sex made you swoon every time. Secondo himself doesn’t understand what lures you to them, but he gets extremely happy when you get to a particularly horny scene and need to jump to his bones to quiet the ache.

There is no much time left until the library gets a bit more lively, but you do want to start the book immediately, so finding your favorite spot in the library, a tiny desk on the corner with just enough light to read, you settle to read the first chapters of the book:

‘The night was fast approaching and Ms. Lena Finley needed to find a place to rest. She had escaped just in time from the grasp of his lover, the priest of Fallengrace, father Lucius Viper. But for how long could she avoid him? In the distance, a small tavern welcomed her with smoke coming out from its chimney and a warm light emanating from the windows. Just in time, a storm was approaching. She hasted her horse and in a few more minutes they arrived to their destination. The place looked welcoming enough, but what she needed the most was a good bed and a nice sleep. The bed was comfortable, a bit softer than she liked, but good nonetheless. She covered herself with the sheets when it suddenly started to rain. The gentle sounds of the drops against the window made her more sleepy than she was and soon she was drifting into slumber.

Memories of her forbidden love appeared in front of her, his warm body, his beautiful auburn hair, his two radiant green orbs that shone even brighter when he saw her. And oh… his member… how his enormous member ached when he entered her. He made her feel so good, so loved. But their love was forbidden. She could never forgive herself if she became the cause of his demise. She could not bare either being so agonizingly close to him and not being able to be with him. That’s why she ran, that’s why she was hiding from everything.

She had made it far in the couple of days she had been gone. Lena would find a place to work, a place to start over, but of course, she was sad. She loved Lucius with all her heart and her tears started to fall when she thought sleep was near. Her sobs echoed through the silent room, until it wasn’t silent anymore. Some quick paced steps approached the room, then silence. Lena was scared, maybe they had found her, maybe it was all over. A couple of knocks suddenly broke the silence.

“Lena, it is me… please I know you are there… please…” It was Lucius! He had found her, how?

With caution, she got out of bed and stood in front of the door. Her breath was heavy and her silky nightgown was doing nothing to protect her from the cold. Slowly, she opened the door to find a drenched Lucius standing right in front of her. His hair wet, his eyes sad and with dark bags under them, but once he saw her, a small light flickered on them, as if life had returned to him.

“My love…” Lucius launched forward, hugging Lena as she was made of smoke. “Please, don’t go, don’t leave me. My soul aches for you, I am lost if you are not beside me…”

“Lucius… but your position, your responsibilities. I could never be the reason for your demise, my love.” Lena whispered against his neck, hugging him back. The water dripping from his clothes sticking to her nightgown, but the familiar heat emanating from him felt so welcome to her chilling soul.

“I don’t care, I only want you. Fuck the church, fuck them all from trying to make you go away. I will never forgive them.”

“Dear, please, don’t say that. I know how important it is to you, I know how much you love God.” Lucius hugged her even tighter.

“No, not as much as I love you, never as much as I love you…”

They kissed then, slow, deep, all the emotions unspoken poured into the embrace. Lucius grabbed Lena’s back and went upward until he found her neck and then her cheeks, deepening the kiss. He moved slightly forward, not breaking the contact as he closed the door with his foot. She understood then, she felt the same, they both needed each other, right there and then.’

It has been only twenty minutes since you have started reading the book and it was already getting to the good stuff. Suddenly, your phone buzzes. A message from Secondo:

‘Tesoro, have you found what you were looking for?’

‘I have, I am reading a bit in the library.’

‘Oh, I figured. Can you stay there a bit longer? I am going to be busy.’

‘Yeah, sure. Do you need anything?’

‘Not really, well… just don’t make much noise, you know the librarian gets when she hears unwanted noises.’

‘Caro, what’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Niente, just teasing, I know how you get when you read those books my dear…’

You blush, trying to come with a witty comeback but Secondo seems to have disconnected from the chat, leaving with the last word. He is acting weird for sure, planning something. Nothing you can do for now but continue reading.

‘Lucius drowned her breath with his passion, trying to consume her like the forbidden fruit everyone said she was. It didn’t matter to him, he was going to sin, he was going to become the worst sinner if that meant that they could be together forever. He sat her gently on the bed and took a good look. Her hair looked so soft and so did her skin, the droplets of rain that had drenched him had transferred to her, falling through her arms and between her breasts. The outfit she was wearing was also wet, sticking to her skin, hugging her curves. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes upon.

Lena laid on top of the bed, extending her arms over her head, he gown rising over her knees and reaching her covered core. Lucius stood standing, right in front of her, looking at her with a hungry gaze, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to her. Them. he knelt down, like he always did, ready to pray, ready to pull his whole devotion into the one he loved the most. Delicately, he grabbed the elastic of Lena’s panties and pulled down, Lena herself raising her hips to allow for a better access. Once off, Lucius got close, inhaling the sweet scent that emanated from her. She was so ready, so wet, so fucking perfect. His nose brushed her core, his breath hitting her like a cold breeze in the summer heat. Then, his mouth enveloped her entire cunt, sucking and licking, he was desperate for her nectar. His tongue swept up and down, sometimes circling her clit-’

A jolt of pleasure kicks you suddenly. You know you are wet, you know you are horny. That is no excuse however to feel a dick brushing your folds. It cannot be. You look down and gasp, a glistening blue dick is just sliding through your cunt. That motherfucker. How was Secondo doing that? Did the lust ritual had more reach than you thought? It was all so new and unknown, you hadn’t found any accounts from people that had attempted the ritual before so it was all a shot in the dark. It had served you well before, but this? This was completely unexpected, not unwelcome, just surprising.

You see Secondo’s dick fully erect, glistening with precum, thrusting slightly and making you moan at the contact. You don’t know what he is fucking, but the position is making you want more, then you remember where you are. You are in public, any minute now someone would be getting close to you, looking for a book. You had to flee. Standing up you see your predicament, the floating shiny member of your lover was still there, continuing its lustful motion. You were trapped, everybody would see so you have to take this as quietly as you can, there would be time for revenge later.

Secondo lays on top of your shared bed, completely naked, smirking like the devil that he is and fucking a pillow. He is imagining you, seated on a chair of the library, he knows exactly where, he knows how much you like that seat so he can picture you so clearly. He closes his eyes and your image is so real, you are hunched over, the book in your hands, your eyes wide shut and your breath quick and ragged. His thrusts continue, the pillow feels like your cunt, your folds, wet and hot. He is not going to enter you today, he knows you could not take that much without moaning his name, so he is going to fuck your cunt.

You know what he wants, you are coating him entirely, but the fact that he is not entering you is driving you nuts. His tip is hitting your entrance and the length of his cock brushing your clit… You close your eyes and try to focus on how the fuck not to moan as loud as you want. Involuntarily, you close your thighs, clenching them around Secondo’s length and you can feel him twitching, the contact surely made him gasp. The image of his naked body fills you then, his elbows on the mattress, his knees too, he has fallen over from the unexpected contact of your thighs.

‘Cazzo!’ You can hear on the back of your mind.

‘Two can play at this game, my dear… You underestimate me.’ You think and the rumbles of a low chuckle bless your ears. You are not talking to each other, it is impossible, but the ideas, you minds, they are connected somehow. What the fuck was that ritual?

‘I could never, you are too much of a needy slut for me to underestimate you’ The thought hits you and you blush deeply ‘Now be good and let me fuck you a bit, sì? And be quiet, we don’t want t get you in trouble, do we?’

‘When I get you-ah!- my revenge is going to be slow and painful, I promise…fuck!’ You think, hoping it reaches Secondo, his movements starting again, giving some needed attention to your clit.

‘I wouldn’t want it any other way, tesoro mio… I really want you to pour all your frustration into me, you know I can take it… as-I-know-you-can-take-mine.’ The last words of the sentence marked with a heavy thrust each, which makes you clench the table in front of you, turning you knuckles white.

The glistening ghostly cock in between your thighs quickens the pace and you hear the wet sounds of your drenched cunt letting the member in and out of your folds and thighs. You want to moan, you want to whimper and you want to fucking scream Secondo’s name. Without being able to avoid it, and after a particularly rough thrust, the book you are holding falls from your hands onto the floor. The sound of a woman hushing makes you turn white, you were so lost in the pleasure and focusing about not letting out any sounds that you had neglected the book. You open your eyes widely at the sound, checking your surroundings with a panicked expression but there is no one around. The librarian must still be at her spot, but any more sounds and she could come check in any moment, you need to be more careful.

Slowly you rise from your chair, both of your fists gripping the wooden table. The always familiar tightening of your abdomen starts to make itself present. Grabbing with force, you arch your back and open your legs, if you wanted to get out of there, better to finish this fast. In your mind you hear a displeased groan, so you close your legs again, enveloping the ghostly cock.

‘Good girl…’ You hear, biting your lip to not let out any of the sounds you want to do. This is one of the most frustrating things Secondo has made you do, and he is going to pay it tenfold… but it feels so fucking good to have him like this, your little secret, he fucking you so good and you having to keep quiet… so sinful.

There is nothing you can do but close your eyes to fully concentrate on being quiet, Secondo laughs and you want to kick his ass, but maybe when he is finished fucking you. The brushing of your clit feels surreal, tingly and swollen into heavenly bliss. You want to come so bad, but when you instantly think about it, Secondo quiets you.

‘My dear, I do need to fuck you today. I need to feel you around me. Could you be quiet while I fuck that pretty pussy of yours, mhm? Will you be a good girl for your Papa?’ You want to fucking kill him, but you also want him to fuck you into an orgasmic puddle of lust.

‘Okay… Caro, please be quick, I am so close already.’

‘I know, tesoro mio, I can feel it, your tightness, your aching core is calling me… somehow. And I want nothing more than to get lost inside of you.’

‘What do you want me to do?’

‘Stay there, but part your legs once more, I will take you from the back.’ You nod and comply.

Your forearms now rest on top of the desk, your fists clenched and hurting from the force you are doing. Secondo stands up from his place on the bed, and grabs your invisible hips, aligning himself once again with your entrance. Without warning he slides in with such ease you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

In and out, the rhythmic motions set by Secondo’s heavy thrusts swing your body forward, the table moving slightly, creaking under your force. At this point you do not care about the noise, even if it would mortify you if anyone found out about what was going on, but the lust was clouding your common sense, you just want to come.

‘Faster, please…’ You plead and without a word Secondo sets his motions even faster, your core already on fire, the blissful release wanting to get out.

‘Come for me, tesoro mio…’ and on cue, you do. Your walls clenching around his pulsating dick, your orgasm hitting like a tsunami. You put your lips together, a scream just at the back of your throat. Secondo continues his motions and with a couple more thrusts he is coming too. His seed feels hot and heavy, making you hum in pleasure, but there is nothing there as you glance down. He must have ruined a perfectly good pillow.

Trying to think of something for Secondo to hear doesn’t work anymore, you cannot hear him. The glowing dick in between your core faintly disappearing after he let out his release, it is the proof you need that this connection only works while the occurrence of the act of lust itself.

You are left there, siting and exhausted from the bliss of your orgasm. You know for sure Secondo is laughing, waiting for you to come back to tease you to no end. Well, we will see who teases who, after all, revenge is the sweetest treat.

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Italian translations:

Niente: nothing

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Aventurine x reader (School bus graveyard au) Basically Aventurine is Aiden while reader is Ashlyn except they're the only ones in the Phantom World. {Tw: sorta? spoilers for Ep 60-61 for SBG, Gorey descriptions, injuries, rubble and nightmares}

You were searching through the cabinets and drawers for the keys to the supply whilst Aventurine stood on guard duty in case of any Phantoms that might attack you whilst searching the room. "Aventurine I hear one." You warn your boyfriend as for some reason only you could hear the strange noises these Phantoms were making. "Yeah can hear it's footsteps they really ought to be more sneaky! If they're planning to attack from the back." Aventurine says as stabs the Phantom straight in the eyes with his pocket knife. "I can still hear those Phantom noises check if there's any more of them." You say. Aventurine peered down the hallway to not find a single Phantom in sight. "That's odd I swear I can sti-" However before you could finish your sentence suddenly the building started to shake. You look up to see the ceiling was going to collapse, "AVENTURINE GET UNDER SOMETHING!" however it was too late as while you managed to get under a table Aventurine wasn't so lucky. Displayed in front of you was Aventurine covered in rubble but you still managed to pull his body out of it.

You cradled his bloodied face in your arms, there was a clear wound at the side of his face. However as you looked down only to find Aventurine with his eyes protruding out of his sockets and red veins bulging from their place. His haggard gaze fixated upon your figure, it looked almost as if he forgot to blink. With a cheshire like grin displaying all his whites with blood splotches near his mouth from his wounds. He looked more like those Phantoms rather than your beloved.

Immediately you awoke, you weren't sure how or why it was possible considering the fact the Phantom world was a 7 hour cycle that occurred at midnight and you would be asleep in the human world. The first thing you did was check on Aventurine who was beside you, his breathing was unsteady and rather heavy. "D-dont need hospital. S-stay here with m-me." Aventurines voice sounded distorted almost like those Phantom noises however you wrapped your arms around him as he laid against you. Aventurine coughed a little before he looked up at you, looking like your beloved instead of the nightmarish image you saw in the Phantom World. "Hey look at me. I'm alright in this world, look no bleeding whatsoever. After all I never take gambles that I don't win." Aventurine says however he is met with a tight and firm hug from you. Shit Aventurine never realized that you were sobbing up until now. Aventurine wrapped his arms around your sobbing and trembling figure, he hated seeing how much you were shaking even though the adrenaline from the Phantom World felt good every once in a while it wouldn't pay off if he had to see you shake every time.

It took a while but Aventurine managed to calm you down and usually it was difficult to get sleep after the Phantom World ordeal so you were downstairs in the kitchen preparing some food as late night supper for the two of you. Aventurine laid on the bed as he thought about what went down. Aventurine couldn't stop thinking about what he had felt or even saw in the moment he was in your arms after you had gotten him out from under the rubble. The fear in your eyes as you were staring at him, he wasn't sure if it was because of his injuries or something else but he knew what had occurred today was too much for you to handle. He should be more careful with his gambles after all he now had someone important to hold him everyday and every time after he had awoken from the horrors of the Phantom World that the both of you had experienced together you were there for him. Maybe just this once he could be selfish as Kakavasha not as Aventurine. "Venturine! Foods ready." You say as Aventurine made his way downstairs however something caught his eye. His own reflection in the mirror was off. That wasn't him, that was the him who you had held in your arms in the Phantom World.

Ty for reading! As you can tell the School Bus Graveyard brainrot got to me thus I wrote this and also because I won my 3rd 50/50 in a row and got Aventurine!!! Now I will gamble for his lightcone if I can. Aventurines lightcone please come home. Also good luck on your Aventurine pulls if you're pulling for him!!

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Maniac | König x M!Reader | Part II

Note: Just to clarify, my boii isn’t wearing his helmet in this story, just his good ol’ rag of a shirt on his mighty head. One of my most popular incorrect call of duty quotes makes an appearance here lmao.

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

Warnings: Swearing, Fighting, Knives, Mentions of Homophobia, Unrealistic depiction of KorTac, the Military in general and uhh hand to hand combat?, Injuries, Angst, Slight NSFW, Slight OOC, Reader got a blood kink oopsie, König as well?? Unrealistic portrayal of lots of things

Summary: König’s relationship with KorTac’s local psychopath is something he himself doesn’t really understand. But when an incident happens and a picture of the two is circling around the army base they’re currently staying at, they finally address what is going on between them...

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Part I

He doesn’t see Atom for a few days. 

Which is strange, considering that he saw him from afar almost every day in the past but now he’s nowhere to be seen. He can’t feel his presence at all and the attacks aren’t coming. It’s a different kind of unsettling.

Instead, he can sense that something is off with the base in general. After walking out of PT with Horangi and Klaus, they pass a few marines who look at him and then start to whisper.

The other two operators don’t notice it but König does immediately, the anxiety of years of harassment in his youth stirring awake.

At first, it’s subtle. But then after two days, it becomes obvious that the marines are really talking about him, and even his friends realize.

“What the hell’s going on?” Zeus asks eventually when they’re all sitting in the mess hall, eating some sad excuse of what they call fried chicken. He points at König with his fork while chewing.

“They’re talking about you, right? Why?”

The Austrian shrugs his shoulders. “No clue.”

He really doesn’t know. He hasn’t done anything embarrassing and the others haven’t pranked him in a while so there shouldn’t be anything to talk about. Unless...

The image of Y/N licking his own blood with a smirk on his lips comes to mind and he closes his eyes to get that memory out of his head.

Not that he succeeds this time either. In the last few days his brain has run itself stupid with replaying it.

It’s absurd and he kind of questions his sanity but there’s this part in his head that finds the blood-licking extremely hot.

Maybe he got hit a bit too much or Y/N threw him on the ground too often. Or his madness rubbed off. He laughs to himself, forgetting that the lower half of his face is currently uncovered so that he can eat.

“What?” Stiletto asks.

“What what?” He tilts his head in confusion.

“Why’re you laughing?”

He shrugs his shoulder.

“You hang out too often with Atom”, Calisto says, leaning back as she stirs her tea. “He’s rubbing off on you.”

He halts and stares at her. Can she hear his thoughts??

He’s about to open his mouth when Horangi interrupts: “I haven’t seen him around for a while. You two finally buried the hatchet?”

König shakes his head, shoving a bite into his mouth to avoid talking about it. But the others all look at him with expectation, there’s something in their expressions that makes him feel slightly anxious.

“Yeah, what’s your boyfriend up to?” Conor asks, slightly smiling, clearly trying to vex him.

“Oh fuck off”, he mutters with a full mouth, ignoring the eruption of snickers from his friends. His glad that most of his face is still covered, he can feel how his cheeks begin to heat up and he’s sure that his complexion would show it off.

He wonders though. Where’s Y/N?

The question gets answered when they’re on the way to their barracks.

Horangi suddenly pulls König aside after staring at his phone for a bit.

“Dude”, he begins, sounding unsure of how to breach the topic of whatever he wants to talk about, “I think I get why they’re talking about you.”

The tone of the Korean opens a pit in König’s stomach and instead of explaining more, Horangi just gives him his phone, standing awkwardly to the side, while he looks at the screen.

It’s a picture.

The angle tells him it was taken from outside the barracks, the photographer must’ve stood really close to the doorway. Y/N blocks off König’s head but even then it’s obvious that they’re kissing, based on the posture of their bodies.

He stares at the picture, trying to coordinate his racing thoughts.

Who took it? He asks himself barely putting the first few moments after parting lips with Atom together. But then he remembers, there was a marine.

He looks at Horangi, who watches him closely, his sunglasses on his head for once.

König doesn’t know what he should say, if he should explain, how his friend was even thinking about gay people- or in his case bisexual people- but he doesn’t even get the opportunity to open his mouth, because a sudden shout can be heard coming from the left corridor that leads to the gym.

“What the hell, Jackson- grab him!”

The group of KorTac operators all turn their heads, the shout clearly setting off some alarm bells. With various levels of interest, they make their way toward the gym, trying to find out what is going on.

König follows in a slight daze, still holding onto Horangi’s phone.

When they arrive, they can’t see shit at first because the room entrance is blocked by several marines standing in the doorway. Shouts and grunts can be heard from inside.

Someone yelps: "Fuck man, it was just a joke- stop it-!"

König’s eyes go wide when he hears Atom's voice- his tone is furious: "Let me show you what I understand as a joke, you motherfucker!"

There’s shuffling and several people shout: "Get him off!" "Fuck, how strong is this bastard!" “Calm down, sergeant!"

Due to König’s size he can look over most of the marines who are blocking the doorway and he spots the cause of the spectators; Y/N is on top of a marine, holding him in some type of gi choke, while four others try to pull him off the guy.

König recognizes the marine’s face immediately, even when he’s all bloody. It’s the man from the hallway and he understands what’s going on.

He tries to push through the crowd, calling out the sergeant’s name.

“Atom, calm down!”

He manages to make it through and rushes to them.

“Atom, let him go. You’re going to kill him”, he says and to everyone’s surprise, Y/N stops struggling as soon as he hears the Austrian’s voice. They pull him off of the guy.

“König”, he mutters and it sounds almost... relieved?

E/c meets blue. His eyes wander to the white band-aid on Atom’s neck. He gulps.

“Whatever he said, it’s not worth it. Just calm down, he’s an idiot.”

The marine with the bloody nose and face grunts, obviously not liking the insult but he knows better than retorting especially because Atom’s still in close proximity, turning to look down at him with a death stare.

The sergeant seems to contemplate König’s words for a bit. The tension and fury in his body haven’t left yet, he can tell based on the way he clenches his fists.

“That bastard-” Atom begins in a low voice, when suddenly their team leader’s voice comes from the hallway: “What the fuck is going on here?!”

König looks back, his eyes meet Stiletto’s who gives him a thumbs up and he nods.

The murmurs of the people around them stop immediately.

Majka parts the spectating crowd like Moses and he looks at the men in front of him, scrutinizing Atom and then the marine on the ground who’s holding his bleeding nose. He glances at König.

“Atom.” His voice is stern. “Go to my office and wait for me there, right now.”

The sergeant looks at him, his expression grim. “Sir-”

“RIGHT NOW!” Majka isn’t taking any of his bullshit today, he’s dead serious.

Atom looks at König for a moment and then turns and walks out of the room, his head high as he passes the onlookers.

The RS team leader turns around to face the gawking marines.

“Do you have nothing to do?” he growls. They mutter something and he just looks at the door. “Fuck off!”

The KorTac operators watch as they begin to filter out of the gym, the four marines who tried to pull Atom off of their guy also begin to move, one of them helps the bloodied man up but Majka points at him.

“Major Briggs wants to see your ass.”

The marine’s eyes go wide. He stammers a “Yes, sir!” and then hurries out of the room.

When the only people in the room are from KorTac, Majka sighs deeply and wipes his forehead. He looks at König.

“I don’t give a shit about your or anyone else’s sexual preferences. You like what you like, I don’t care but I’m telling you if anyone gives you shit-” the team leader looks at all of them, “tell me or Ridgeback. We’ll handle it. And if any of you have some dumbass opinions about someone’s sexuality, I’ll make sure to beat your ass straight, understood?”

König feels relief wash over him even after being put in the spotlight.

“Yessir!” they all shout and Hutch whistles loudly. “Awe, you care about us!”

Majka clicks his tongue in annoyance. “Yes, I do.”

They laugh and Conor shouts from the back: “Even about the lunatic?”

Their team leader rolls his eyes. “Even him. And now buzz off.”

He makes a shoo-shoo gesture and they file out into the hallway, König following behind the Serbian and Stiletto.

Zeus and Aksel joke around with Majka but he just flips them off and then leaves in the direction of his office. The others slowly make their way to the barracks, talking about what had just occurred.

The Austrian lingers behind the group, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the whole development of the last 15 minutes. Horangi seems to have realized that as he slows down to walk beside him.

“You okay?” he asks him. König shrugs his shoulders helplessly. “The marine- he took the photo.”

His friend nods. “Yeah, I guessed that...” He remains quiet for a while.

“So... Are you guys together then? Did you tame Atom without telling us?” The Korean shows a teasing smile towards the end.

König sighs deeply, the anxious knot in his stomach grows. “No. He just kissed me out of nowhere. He completely surprised me.”

Horangi tilts his head, eyeing him closely, trying to figure out how far he can prod. “So you’re not...?” he trails off.

Ah, fuck it.

“No, I am bi”, he states roughly, louder than he intended. The two KorTac operators in front of them turn around. “What does that mean?” Zero asks.

“He goes for both ladies and gents”, Klaus explains.

Zero nods thoughtfully. “I see. No mercy for anyone, makes sense.”

König looks at Horangi and they exchange eye contact.

His friend bursts out laughing, making more heads turn in their group.

“What?” Zero asks and Klaus just shakes his head, patting his shoulder. König can’t stop himself from smiling either, Zero’s answer was just perfect.

The anxiety in his chest slowly starts to disappear. Yeah, fuck it.

It isn’t his first coming out and he has good friends in KorTac. Worst case scenario, he’ll use the knife skills he has perfected over the last few months with Atom’s training to silence someone. His smile drops.

Atom.

Will he get a disciplinary meeting for beating up the marine?

König knows the sergeant has been warned several times about his behaviour. But Majka’s words from before... He knows that Y/N didn’t just beat the guy for no reason. Will they take that into account?

He doesn’t know and now the anxiety is back.

They reach the barracks and the women split with a “See you later, losers!” from them. König contemplates whether he should follow the others or go to Majka’s office to intercept Atom.

To be honest, he doesn’t really want to do the latter. He hasn’t talked to the sergeant in days and although he had a lot of time, he still hasn’t found the words he could say to him.

He knows they should address whatever that kiss meant but...

He just doesn’t know. Whether Y/N is serious or just toying with him. If he is, König doesn’t know if he would be able to deal with that truth. He feels someone’s eyes on him and he turns to his side, where Horangi is watching him.

“Are you going to talk with Atom about what just happened?” he asks, keeping his voice low this time. But he doesn’t have to worry because the others are walking off, disappearing around the corner.

König bites his lips. “I don’t know... Should I?”

Horangi looks at him baffled. “Why not?” he asks almost incredulously.

“We don’t usually talk”, he mutters fidgeting with the seam of his mask. His friend’s eyebrows almost disappear in his hairline. “So you do what...? Just fight all the time without a peep?”

He clicks his tongue. “No, I mean we just don’t... talk about anything serious. We don’t even do small talk. I have no clue what he’s doing in his off time, where he goes, what he likes to do. He just doesn’t seem like the guy for it.”

Horangi hums, understanding what he’s getting at. “You think it’ll be awkward?”

He nods. Yeah, that’s exactly it. He just can’t picture the conversation in his head.

‘Hey, so why did you kiss me out of the blue? Were you attracted to me all this time or was that just a stupid joke to throw me off my game? Because if so I’m probably going to go dig a hole outside at the obstacle course and kill myself in it. And why did you beat that guy up? Is it because he caught your joke and you’re a raging homophobe or because you wanted to protect your or my reputation?’ Ja, eher nicht.

He doesn’t know how Atom would react. Yes, he did get to know the sergeant better in the last few months, he got to know some of his personality and his quirks. But they’re mostly related to fighting.

König can discern when Y/N is in a good or a bad mood in their training fights.

If he’s in high spirits, the significant grin on his face is almost up to his ears and there’s a glint in his e/c eyes, his eyebrows raised. He trash talks more than usual and almost playfully strikes at him, a skip in his movements and sometimes it’s almost like he’s dancing.

The killing intent in his attacks is there but it’s more like he’s a cat playing with a mouse before biting it dead.

Unlike when he’s in a bad mood. Then there’s no amusement in his eyes, even though he keeps grinning. But the smirk combined with the furrowed line of his eyebrows is unsettling.

Y/N’s posture is usually an indication that he’s pissed. If he is, there’s a certain way he holds himself, the center of his balance low, shoulders tight.

His attacks are ruthless and precise and it always leaves König wondering if this is the time when he finally gets stabbed or cut. Those fights prove to him that there’s some truth behind Atom’s nut job reputation.

More than a few times he has witnessed the other’s temper when Y/N abruptly decides to end their fighting with a quick feint.

“It’s getting fucking boring.” And the next thing he knows a fist is smashing into the mat or wall right next to his head.

But usually, Atom feels better after sparring for a while, as seen by his walking away while whistling, even if he was pissed at the beginning of the fight. As he said, the sergeant seems to release his pent-up stress when they exchange blows.

So yeah... König can read Atom’s mood to a certain extent but there’s not much he knows about his personality besides that. In general, he doesn’t really know the man.

He’s aware of Atom’s exceptional combat skills, whether with a knife or a rifle and on ops he can count on him to carry on even through hell but more than that...

Not in a billion years did he think that he could potentially be attracted to him or other men in general. Okay, he was even questioning women, based on the lack of a reaction when they visited a strip club once on Hutch’s birthday.

But that’s beside the point. He just... König got to know Y/N’s fists throughout the last few months but other than that the man, his thoughts and feelings, they’re all an enigma.

Horangi stares at the pondering Austrian who looks hesitant and he could practically feel the anxiety radiate off of him.

But the Korean knows. He knows something König hasn’t realized yet and basically every one of the others knows as well, after all, they met Atom way earlier than he did.

“I think you should go have a heart-to-heart talk with Atom.”

The tall giant stares down at him.

“Yeah?”

He rolls his eyes and slaps his shoulders.

“I’m telling you there’s this raging sexual tension since you two met and I and the others are so fucking tired of dealing with it so yeah, please go talk about it, for fuck’s sake.”

König pulls a face not believing a word he just said but Horangi can’t see it.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go. Wish me luck.”

He begins to walk and he looks back at his friend. The other operator just shows him the middle finger. “Go get your boy!”

“Fick dich!” he replies over his shoulder waving him off.

“Mi-chin saeggi!”

The curses of his friend in his ears, König breathes in deeply and makes his way slowly to Majka’s office. He waits in front of the door for a while unsure whether Atom is still in there with his team leader.

Two minutes pass. Then five. Then ten.

He’s about to finally get a grip and knock when the door swings open and he stands tall, hoping to see Ato- and it’s Ridgeback.

“Jesus! König what the hell are you doing standing so close in front of the door?!” she yells surprised and he apologizes immediately, backing up from the doorframe. “Sorry! I wanted to uh- is Atom still in there?”

She looks him up and down, and an understanding expression grows on her face.

“No, Majka dismissed him already. He should be in the infirmary, he’s supposed to apologize to Mr. fuckface.”

König tilts his head, not quite sure if she’s meaning what he thinks she means. “The marine he beat up”, she clarifies.

“Ah, yeah. That makes sense...” he says a bit flustered. She’s about to leave when she halts and looks up at him, her eyes soft now.

“König, what that guy did? Taking pictures and spreading them around, making hateful comments? I’m not saying that Atom’s reaction was right but I can understand him. If someone did this to my wife... Majka and I are in agreement. And the higher-ups are too. We have a zero-tolerance policy for shit like that and if it happens again, come to us. We’ll handle it. Gladly.”

She smiles dangerously at the end and he nods slowly, a bit taken aback that she just casually dropped her marriage status.

“I’ll see you later, König.”

“Thank you, Ridgeback”, he says after her and she waves as she walks off.

5 minutes later he finally comes across Atom. Not in the infirmary though.

He wanted to take a quick trip to the toilet before the slightly nerve-wracking conversation when he walks into the bathroom and spots the sergeant with his back to him.

He freezes when he sees him and for a few seconds they’re quiet, the only sound is the closing door behind him.

He takes a deep breath and finally speaks:

“Atom...? Can we talk? About the uh- the photo and... that fight just now?”

Y/N is standing at the sink, cleaning up the blood on his knuckles with a towel. He turns to glance at the Austrian. "König", he acknowledges his presence before continuing to swipe at the back of his hands.

His demeanor is unlike his usual self. His posture is slightly hunched over, not standing tall as usual. The usual confidence - Conor calls it arrogance - was nowhere to be seen.

König looks at him, suddenly unsure if it really was a good idea to follow Horangi’s words.

At this moment, he’s not sure whether Atom’s agitated because he can’t see his face. But the tension in his body is telling him yes.

“That fight wasn’t just about the photo, right?”, he asks slowly, watching the sergeant with eagle eyes.

Y/N halts, stopping his mindless wiping of the blood. "Oh? Do I sense some brain cells from you König?", he jokes half-heartedly still standing with his back towards him.

König bites his lip, not liking the tone of the other’s words.

He’s already anxious as is and he feels like the Atom he’s facing right now is unknown territory. He almost feels like they’re back to zero like after their first fight when König believed he was a fucking psychopath. The operator standing at the sink feels like a stranger.

He hides his hands in his pockets, clenching and unclenching them into fists in an attempt to relax.

He waits for the h/c haired man to talk but Y/N doesn’t.

He takes a deep breath and asks quietly: “Why did you kiss me?”

The Austrian looks at the other man, he sees his back muscles tense and Atom puts down both hands on the edge of the sink, looking down. König waits with bated breath for an answer. Instead, he gets a question back.

“Did it disgust you?”

Y/N almost spats the words, they’re dripping with hostility and subconsciously, König clutches the hilt of his switch knife.

“No”, he says carefully but it seems like the sergeant misunderstands his tone and he growls: “Don’t lie to me!”

“I’m not lying!” he responds earnestly. Atom looks him in the eyes, then he stares at his hips, realizing something.

“You brought your knife?”, he asks in a low tone, his voice on edge.

König can feel the atmosphere in the room shift immediately and based on the furrow of Y/N’s eyebrows it’s not good.

“I always have it with me”, he explains, “just in case.” You taught me that he thinks. “Just in case, huh... Take it out.”

He looks at him baffled.

“No, why-” Y/N takes a step in his direction, his hand on the sheathe of his Atom Splitter at his leg. “Take it out, König.”

Fuck, he thinks. This isn’t how he expected the conversation to go. Fuck Horangi, man, fuck him.

He does as he’s told, activating the blade and Atom unsheathes his knife, twirling it in that familiar fashion while his significant grin forms on his lips. A shiver runs down König’s spine.

“Can we not do this right now?”, he pleads, holding the knife at his side, clearly not wanting to fight the sergeant. But Atom doesn’t care. He never seemed to care before either. He just attacks. Relentlessly.

By the first blow, König realizes that the other man is deadly serious about it this time. His mask gets cut, and the blade barely misses his cheek. The knot in his stomach coils.

If he’s not careful, he’s going to die. He can see the bloodlust in the e/c eyes.

König pushes Y/N’s blade away with his own. He put a lot of force behind it but the sergeant is unfazed, he attacks from a new angle, stabbing at König’s torso.

He blocks the knife but Atom gets a hit in, punching his jaw.

The bathroom is filled with pained grunts and the sound of punches but all König can hear is his messy heartbeat as adrenaline is pumped through his veins.

What ticked him off? I didn’t want this. That thought spirals in his head. I don’t want this.

Atom kicks his knee, making him falter.

Next thing he knows, he’s kneeling and Y/N’s knife is pressed against his throat. Even through the fabric of his mask, he can feel the coldness on his skin. They both pant. König looks up at the sergeant, his face is blank, the smirk gone.

Atom grabs his hair through the fabric at the back of his head, pulling it back harshly. He gasps alarmed, dropping his knife, and he searches the e/c eyes. They stare down at him, pupils blown wide.

“Y/N”, he whispers. The man begins to smile ominously. “You make my blood boil, König.”

His face changes when he hears those words.

The nervousness of having that knife to his throat when Atom’s eyes look dead like this is still fluttering in his chest. But there’s also something else. A knot forms in his lower stomach and his eyes land on the white band-aid on the sergeant’s throat.

Y/N continues: “Only you get me this excited... Makes me wanna fight all day long. What am I supposed to do?” He tilts his head.

König gulps and watches with eagle eyes how the h/c haired man uses his blade to lift the seam of his mask and flip it over his head, exposing his scarred face. A burst of anxiety and self-consciousness rushes through his veins as those e/c eyes study his appearance. A glint appears in them.

“Do you like our fights?” Atom asks, his voice slightly hoarse as he presses the blade to König’s cheek, tracing one of the pale scars with it.

The tone of his voice is light but he can feel the significance of that question, he sees the expectant look in Y/N’s eyes.

He nods. “Yeah”, he mutters slowly, staring up at him, “I do.”

Atom’s brows lift and his smile widens, showing the white of his teeth and his gums. “Really?”, he prods. He nods again.

He can see Y/N debate something, emotions flit across his face that he hasn’t ever seen before on him and the knot of anxiety in his chest unfurls, making space for something else. Hope, anticipation.

“Atom...” he begins and Y/N takes this as his cue to kiss König without hesitation. It takes him by surprise again but this time he’s prepared to breathe through his nose and he actually responds to the kiss.

Atom’s grip on his hair is tight and he holds his head in place as he practically devours König. The intensity makes him gasp and Y/N uses it to push his tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch mercilessly without allowing any pushback.

The sergeant kisses like he fights. Aggressively and intensely. He loves it. If he were touched carefully at this very moment, he would probably dislike it. After all, the ferocity is what he always enjoys about their fights.

König allows his eyes to close, leaning into the sensation, slowly getting lost, when he feels a sharp pain and tastes iron in his mouth. Atom fucking bit his tongue!

He grunts in protest but the other man doesn’t care at all. They part, their breaths mingling and Y/N groans: “You taste so fucking good, König.”

He looks up at him, seeing the intense desire burning in the e/c eyes and certainty washes over him.

He pushes himself off the ground, forcing the sergeant to let go of his hair. He towers over him and for a second they just stare at each other before König moves, his hands pushing Y/N back until he collides with the bathroom wall.

He dips his head and their lips connect again, the taste of iron intermingling. He can hear the clatter of Atom’s knife on the ground before two hands touch him, igniting a fire wherever they roam his skin.

Y/N tugs and prods at his clothes, pulling his shirt out of his pants to stick his hands underneath, and in the next second König can feel fingernails dig into his back. He growls and the sergeant smiles into their kiss. “’re always so aggressive-” König complains breathlessly.

Atom snorts. “Don’t act like you don’t like it.” His lips trail down his neck, biting and sucking and König presses his thigh between Y/N’s legs in response, getting a low groan out of the other man.

It sends a spark through his body and his mouth twitches as Atom grinds against his thigh. “Y/N-” he warns but he gets interrupted when the flush of a toilet can be heard.

Atom stops moving, his hand halting mid-air, only inches away from König’s belt buckle. “It’s the women’s bathroom”, he says, trying to calm the Austrian down before touching his belt. But it sobers König up a bit and he leans back, stopping his hands.

“We should probably stop here. It would be a bit awkward if someone walks in.”

Y/N clicks his tongue in annoyance. “Let them watch.”

He smirks and they look at each other. König’s hair is absolutely dishevelled, his face red from their make-out session. Atom doesn’t look any better, his eyes still hold the glimmering desire.

He breathes out slowly and begins to smile.

“We should continue elsewhere.” He licks his lips, the bloody taste still in his mouth but unlike before this day he likes it.

Atom follows his tongue’s movement with eagle eyes. “Yeah, we definitely should.” He pauses for a second, disappointment evident on his face.

“I can’t right now though.” He sounds grumpy.

König tilts his head, confused, staring down at him. “Why?”

“I have to clean the bathrooms as punishment.”

He blinks and follows Y/N’s eyes toward the mop in the corner.

“Will you help me?” The sergeant bats his eyelashes like the women who try to flirt with König at the local bars. He laughs, walking backward, putting his hands up.

“I just remembered I have something to do.”

E/c eyes darken. “Come on! Be good and help your boyfriend!”

His heart leaps. “Oh, so we’re boyfriends now? I don’t remember saying yes to this agreement.”

Y/N glowers at him, picking up his knife from the ground.

“It was a joke!” he protests but the man strides up to him, pointing the blade at his throat. At this point, it’s getting old.

“Say it.”

He snorts. Atom stares up at him, his dead expression suddenly looking less intimidating and more so somewhat adorable. He tilts his head, provocatively.

“What?”

“You know what.”

König grins and grabs Y/N’s hand holding the knife.

“I’ll let you be my boyfriend.”

Atom only raises an eyebrow and he guides the sergeant’s hand and knife away from his throat before dipping down again and stealing a kiss from his lips. A soft one this time. One that makes König’s heart swell and flutter from happiness.

Y/N closes his eyes, enjoying the moment and they stay closed even after they part. König coughs, smirking.

“Anyways, I can’t help you with the cleaning sorry.”

Atom opens his eyes wide and a breathy indignant laugh escapes him as he watches the Austrian turn around and leave the bathroom whistling, mirroring the many times Y/N did it to him. Payback’s a bitch, he thinks.

“You forgot your knife! König! Come back!” Atom shouts his tone almost pleading but König is already out the door and he laughs and yells over his shoulder:

“You can bring it to me tonight, mein Schatz!”

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Translations (freely mostly)

Ja, eher nicht - German: “Yes, better not”

Fick dich - German: “Fuck you”

mi-chin saeggi  미친새끼 - Korean: “Crazy son of a bitch”

mein Schatz - German: “my dear, my love” lit. “my treasure”

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare II #cod:mw2 #cod:mwii #cod #cod könig #könig #könig x reader #könig x male reader #x male reader #x reader #reader #kortac #kortac reader #cod horangi #calisto #zeus #stiletto #my own dumb incorrect quote makes an appearance lmaoo #male reader #fanficsforheartandsoul

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

what happens, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Eh, well, Jeon Jungkook came to Vegas to eat and get drunk with his six friends. He didn't think one of them would bring a girl along and he certainly didn't think he was going to end up sneaking about with his dick down her throat.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; mentions of alcohol consumption and gambling (on vacation in Las Vegas); Yoongi's involved (?); slow burn + fluff, tbh; smut (fem reader, m-receiving oral, flashing each other(???), making out in public, handjob, cowgirl, nipple play, fingering, mild breathplay, penetrative sex); non-idol!AU - ft OT6 being clueless and drunk, oop; Jungkook's POV

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"They're going to hear–"

"Then you better close your mouth."

Whatever protests Jeon Jungkook had prepared immediately disintegrated the second her soft lips touched his suddenly exposed skin. Oh, fuck. Weren’t there rules to this? A step-by-step guide? A goddamn instruction manual? Fuck, fuck, fuck! There was no unpleasant stickiness of lip gloss, just the pure softness that he had tasted earlier, now on his hip, followed by fingertips trailing down, the light caress burning memories into his future dreams. His own hands flew up and slapped his mouth shut, his eyes going up to the expensive hotel ceiling.

One wall over, his friends were screaming and doing shots.

Not even a wall. Only a half-wall and slightly open French doors of the suite separating his mostly drunk friends and Jeon Jungkook with his pants rapidly sliding down his knees.

Her hot, wet tongue licked down his v-line.

He squeaked past his closed fingers even though the karaoke music was too loud for his friends to hear him.

"H... Hurry..."

She pressed her tongue flat against throbbing, taut skin, searing the scandalous moment into his memories.

His head snapped down, his eyes going wide. Saw the image before him. Spread thighs, cute black two-piece set of a flared skirt and crop top with red flames all over the bottom. Her fluffy black jacket tossed aside. Too hot, oh no, her elegant hands poised on his hips and waist, pushing up his black t-shirt, turning him into an image under her grasp. An image of lust, his hard cock pulsing against her dripping tongue as knowing eyes observed his face before those dark mauve lips wrapped around the head of his cock, pushing him into soft, wet tightness.

Jungkook shoved his palm on top of his moan and forced it back into his shaking chest.

-

It started innocent enough.

She hadn't even been on Jungkook's radar. Didn't even really know her until a few days ago. He knew of her, in passing, simply as one of his hyung's friends. An artist or something. He couldn’t really remember.

"She wants to come with us to Las Vegas."

"Hah? That's so random. Why?" Kim Seokjin asked, his handsome face twisting into a confused but not quite disapproving frown.

"I thought this was a just-us-guys trip," Kim Taehyung added in his deep baritone, pushing back his long dark brown hair.

"If she tags along, we can book that huge family suite though," Kim Namjoon pointed out. "Since the hotel is giving a discount for groups of eight or more people."

"Ah, I dunno, we're all gonna be piss drunk..."

"Which is why I figured it'd be a good idea. She doesn't drink or gamble. We won't have to take care of her and she can make sure we don't choke on our vomit in our sleep."

Min Yoongi had brought up the idea in the first place. She was primarily his friend, after all.

"Then why does she want to come? We're a mess," Jung Hoseok had laughed.

"Because she wants to come to Las Vegas to gain some personal inspiration. She'll be at a luxury hotel on the strip if she tags along with us, which will be much more convenient when it comes to getting around."

Park Jimin's eagerly mischievous face finally popped up from his phone to add lewd commentary. "I thought she got enough inspiration from your d–"

Seokjin bonked him on the head before he could finish.

"Ow!"

Yoongi continued calmly as if Jimin had said nothing at all. "If you guys think it would be a bother, I will tell her we've already booked it and can't change it. She's not going to be upset."

Taehyung groaned. "No, no, that's mean. I say let her come. You wouldn't even mention it if you thought it was a bad idea, hyung."

The second oldest shrugged, brushing back his long black hair, looking bored. Classic Yoongi. "She's probably going to wander around ninety percent of the time and crash for ten. You all probably won't even notice she's there. We can always meet up before and you guys can see what you think."

Seokjin tapped his full lips. He was the oldest. "She did lend me her extra Joy-Cons when mine were being fixed for drifting. She can't be that bad, I suppose..." And a video game addict.

Namjoon waved a hand. "Eh, it's better to book sooner than later. I'm in. Let's go for dinner too before the trip. Might as well."

Hoseok chimed in, nodding. "More the merrier!"

Jimin prodded Yoongi in the arm. He enjoyed tiptoeing om the line of danger. "You guys going to get a drive-thru wedding? Is that why we are going to Vegas? Eh?"

He received a deadpan stare in return.

Yoongi then turned away and cocked his head to Jungkook, who had listened to this entire conversation with vague but silent interest. He was trying to remember what she looked like. Was it that one... or was it the woman with that dangerous smirk?

"Hey. If you're not comfortable with it, I'll nix the whole plan," Yoongi said to him.

Jungkook scrunched his face, frowning. "Ah... what does she look like again, hyung?"

Yoongi had raised his dark eyebrow, but fished out his phone, poking the screen. He turned it around to an image of himself, another male friend, and a woman, seemingly at some event.

"This is her."

It was, in fact, the one with the dangerous smirk.

-

"Why don't you drink?"

"Because a girl shouldn't get drunk on a vacation with seven guys."

It wasn't so much her answer that gave Jungkook the chills up and down his spine. It was her casual smile. Something in that intense gaze. Inviting but somehow immoral, sitting in front of her meal in between Namjoon and Yoongi. Just something about it. Something about those eyes that said, ah, the taste of power, and Jungkook had no idea if those eyes meant herself, the two men beside her, or him, the one she was staring at right now.

He also had no idea if those chills were a warning or want.

"Yah! We're not going to do anything. We're not scoundrels!" Seokjin butted in, waving his steak knife at her.

With a swift flick, she picked up her own and pushed the tip of the blade back down to Seokjin's plate, chiding him with a tongue click.

"Besides, alcohol tastes disgusting," she chuckled, the tip of her tongue sticking out, childish and yet...

What are you thinking, Jungkook? Stop that!

"Sounds like you're allergic to a good time," Seokjin chittered just as childishly, already comfortable with teasing. That was how Seokjin was. He tended to break the tension and facilitate the personalities of others.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," she warned jokingly and, there it was, that smirk again. Dangerous but pretty, like a cocktail loaded with alcohol. You knew it was there, and yet it was so sweet and delicious it was hard to notice. "That's what Vegas is all about."

"What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas," Hoseok chimed on near-prefect English, or at least Jungkook thought so, not that he had any idea what the phrase meant.

Back then.

-

It escalated far too quickly, just like a wild night.

He didn't even notice it at first. Jungkook never thought he was clueless, but now he figured he must be. There weren’t rules when it came to attraction, no step-by-step guide on how fast or slow you could learn to want someone, no instruction manual for how to proceed when someone asks to have you and you realize far too late that you have to have them too. Too late because the desire was too strong and Jungkook learned he too could get to the point where he forgot how to stop himself, forgot to stop and think, hm, perhaps don't fuck Yoongi's female friend because you don't know what's going on there, yet every interaction was throwing back another drink and Jungkook realized far too late that he was, in fact, blackout drunk on… her.

That was the only way he could describe it.

It was a small thing at first, a single sip.

In the airport, he moved too fast in and bumped into her, dropping his passport and ticket. She caught it as his hand collided into hers, his fingers closing in, gliding over smooth skin interrupted by silver rings.

"S-Sorry!"

She was wearing a face mask and oversized hoodie, looking like a black marshmallow with colorful splatter paint accents on the hoodie. Her sweet perfume drifted towards him. She wasn’t not quite looking in his direction.

"S'kay."

Her hand turned and passed his documents back to him.

"Here."

Her fingertips grazed the side of his hand, her nails nicking at his wrist. His breath hitched all of a sudden, so faint he hoped she didn't hear.

Her eyes shifted to glance at him.

He couldn't see her mouth but there was a define curve of the little puffs under her eyes. A cute eye-smile before she moved past him to the check-in kiosk.

It was small sips.

The cocktail as so sweet that he couldn’t even taste the alcohol.

Maybe she didn't actually notice his gasp. Maybe she was simply being polite. It didn't mean anything anyway. She didn't stand near him during boarding; she chatted with Jimin and Taehyung. She sat next to Yoongi and Hoseok on the plane, at the window seat. Jungkook sat behind her, Seokjin in the middle of him and Namjoon who needed to be in the aisle because of his height. Jungkook thought about asking Hoseok to switch with him, but his hyung was avidly in conversation and he didn't want to interrupt despite wanting more legroom.

Well, he did.

But he didn't.

"Jungkook?"

He started a bit, seeing her peer through the crack between the seats. It was already mid-flight, the period of time when the lights were off and the plane was only soft murmurs. He hadn't expected it, halfway between putting his headphones away so he could nap. Seokjin was already in dreamland, eye mask and all. Namjoon was absorbed in a book.

Her husky whisper through the seats had sent chills up and down his spine.

It felt like a secret, even though they were surrounded by people and his friends.

Her name spilled out of his lips, breathless.

"Uh... yeah?"

She wiggled a bit and her eyes popped over the top of her seat, her hair curling over part of her forehead.

Oh, fuck.

"Do you want the rest of my apple juice? I'm tired but I don't want it to spill if I fall asleep. Yoongi said you'll drink it."

Her eyes sparkled in the low light. Perhaps teary from sleepiness, but, man, did they look captivating.

"Uh... yeah. Yeah, I'll drink it."

Her hand popped up, holding the half-full plastic cup.

"I drank from this side, so this side is untouched."

"It's okay, I don't–"

Jungkook stopped himself.

He was about to say, I don't mind, but then he suddenly became aware that Namjoon was still awake. Not that the older man had moved anything but a page in his book, and yet... well, it was still weird wasn't it, he didn't know her very well, it would be strange to just...

He held out his hand, reaching for it.

"Ah, okay. Thanks. I was thinking the drink portions were really small."

She handed it to him, untouched side first, still only showing the top half of her face. "Thank you, Jungkook."

He caught her gaze the second she said his name again. Those orbs gleamed in the low light, and he could hear it against his skin, Jungkook, his own name like a spell, giving him a weird fuzzy feeling, a candle flame flickering against his heart, heating it up, and now his blood was humming in his veins, a light buzz all over his body.

It was all in his imagination.

Jungkook slowly lowered the plastic cup of apple juice.

He nodded, not trusting any other noise he would make thereafter. Her hand was resting on the top of the headrest, beside her head. She blinked slowly. He paid attention to every detail, those inquisitive eyes, the placement of her fist, the curious observation she kept on him for the moment.

Milliseconds it must have been.

Then the little puffs under her eyes curved up into an eye-smile before she plopped back down, turning back the correct way.

Jungkook looked down at the amber liquid.

Took a sip.

It tasted like apple juice, obviously.

Before he had time to think, Jungkook snuck a peek at Namjoon. His hyung’s eyes were focused on his book, looking studious in his glasses and serious expression, absorbing what he was reading. He didn’t even glance in Jungkook's direction.

Okay. Safe.

He looked back down at the cup. There was no visible marking on the edge. She hadn't worn any lip product. It wasn’t easy to tell which side she drank from. That must be why she pointed it out.

Jungkook stared at her side.

Don't. That would be weird.

He took another sip.

Don't.

He turned the cup in his hands to her side.

Come on. You don't really know her. The only thing you know is that she's Yoongi-hyung's friend and she makes art. You don't even know what kind of art. You didn't even pay attention.

Jungkook turned the cup back to his side and drank the rest of the apple juice. The tip of his index finger grazed the other side of the cup. He remembered her lips. He found that he had already memorized the color and the shape.

Then Jungkook realized he hadn't seen them since the dinner.

-

The second interaction was akin to taking a double shot of dark liquor too fucking fast.

"Ah! Sorry!"

"It's fine. I'm about to leave."

Jungkook nearly threw himself out of the bathroom, but she grabbed his naked arm and yanked him back in before letting him go and going back to what she was doing.

"I-I-I'm so sorry, I forgot–"

"Believe it or not, I've seen a man naked before. You and your ass in boxer briefs is not a great shock," she chuckled, shaking out her hair from the clip and placing it next to the sink, checking her appearance one last time in the giant hotel bathroom mirror.

Jungkook immediately put his hands over his crotch, seeing his bedhead and bewildered, half-asleep expression in the clear reflection. He was, indeed, naked except for his underwear, stumbling into the bathroom after the first night in a different country. Oh, shit. His face was a little puffy from the sodium of the buffet dinner of last night. His black hair was sticking up in every direction. He was still toned and muscular from his workouts, but that would certainly disappear after a week in Las Vegas. The harsh bathroom light caught the gleam of his silver lip ring and increased the stark contrast of the tattoos on his right arm, the etched ink standing out against his tan skin.

He was standing behind her, and, damn.

Damn.

She looked so fucking hot in a blood-red slip dress that skimmed over her body. Black mesh shirt underneath. Legs for days, shapely and powerful. Clean winged liner and stained red lip. Simple, but effective.

She turned around and raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?"

He swallowed too fast. "Nothing. Sorry. I should have knocked. And put pants on."

She removed her gaze from him and he finally exhaled, not realizing he had held his breath for so long.

"S'fine. Like I said, I'm about to go."

He attempted to make conversation to make the situation less awkward. "Ah? Where?"

"A museum," she replied absentmindedly. She plucked her phone from the edge of the bathtub, along with a purple pouch that seemed to hold her makeup.

No further explanation.

Uh.

Her brows furrowed and she suddenly looked at him intensely, the directed attention making him freeze again.

"Don't feel weird,” she said calmly. “It's no big deal. Here, I'll make it even for you."

Then she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled up.

Any residual sleepiness he had vaporized immediately.

Jungkook's jaw dropped.

The screws of nervous tension holding his jaw up had loosened immediately at the image of delicious hips framed by black lace and red velvet, complete with a tiny satin bow at the center. Juicy thighs that connected with a visible dip, framing a perfect spot to shove his hand into and grip the soft inner thigh, up, up to a slender waist aching for his touch, the cropped hem of the mesh shirt revealing a mole under her left breast and hints of a matching bra to those sinful panties.

The shock to his system was so strong that Jungkook nearly choked.

"Now we're square."

What?!

She dropped the hem.

Waved and waltzed out.

Jungkook stood alone, standing in the expensive ass hotel bathroom in a foreign country with a rising tent in his thin boxer briefs.

Did she...?

He wandered to the sink in a daze, shuffling awkwardly due to his erection. Was he dreaming? Was this real life? How did she develop that kind of reckless confidence? Was there something in the Vegas water? Was that a power move? What did it mean? Why was he turned on?

Why am I so fucking turned on?

He had chills up and down his spine, blood buzzing in his veins, and Jungkook looked into the mirror to find his shaking lips parted, breathless, aching for those soft-looking pink lips murmuring, now we're square, to cover his and capture him.

No. Come on. Get a grip.

He ran his fingers through his hair, fixing it the best he could with nature's natural comb, attempting to collect himself physically as his brain attended to the mental side. His lips were still trembling, making the mole under them quiver as well.

Jungkook shut his mouth.

Don't get carried away. It's nothing.

"Sorry. Forgot my clip."

Jungkook nearly squeaked as her elegant hand glided past his left arm, snatching the obsidian hair clip from the sink counter. Her lithe frame suddenly behind him, pressing against his for half a second. His body jerked at the contact, instinctively searching for the heat.

What!

Five fingertips splayed over the small of his back, gently nudging him to his original position in front of the sink. His hard dick bumped the bottom of the counter and Jungkook had to bite his lower lip to avoid making any embarrassing noises. Thankfully it was part of the length and not the head. It wasn't painful. Only faint pressure.

No, what really made him almost moan was the shivers that erupted all over his body as the fingers of her right hand touched his bare back.

They stayed there.

And so did the chills, radiating from her touch.

His eyes darted forward, seeing part of her reflection behind him. Her eyes were peering over his shoulder, the lower half of her face covered by his taller frame.

She said nothing.

It… It’s nothing.

That little eye-smile returned.

Okay. Maybe it's not nothing.

She held up the hair clip.

"I forgot this."

She waited for him to respond.

He swallowed hard, steeling his voice. "R... Right." It came out gruffier and deeper than he intended.

She removed her hand from his back.

Jungkook realized that he missed her touch already.

She tilted her head, but her lips remained hidden behind his shoulder. Her gaze remained on him, longer and longer each time, examining his face despite his obviously naked torso, and he found himself thinking, go ahead and look, it's fine, I don't mind, and simultaneously, that's nuts, of course she should only look at your face, what are you thinking, his heart thudding in his chest, rattling his ribcage.

The eye-smile returned, cute petite puffs of amusement.

"I hope you end up liking Vegas as much as I do, Jungkook."

And then she turned around, leaving the bathroom with very little sound.

-

"Jungkook."

He was dead.

"Jungkook."

If he wasn't dead, he certainly wasn't alive. In a state of limbo, maybe. The world was fuzzy and he had a vague memory of a toilet. Huh. Strange, considering he was pretty sure toilets were meant to be used from the other end of the human body. Why would he be facing it?

Five points of gentle contact landed on his collarbones and upper chest.

Skin to skin.

Jungkook gasped as if he had been under water the entire time, his eyes snapping open. Next to him, Taehyung let out a particularly loud and disgustingly moist snore. Jungkook was too preoccupied with the scene before him to scoff or address the noise.

He was too busy looking at the most beautiful woman in the whole world.

Well.

That was what his drunken brain thought, anyway.

Then Jungkook realized he was conscious of the thought, so how truly drunken was his observation? Was it actually his subconscious revealing himself? Were his inhibitions being released because of the violent amount of liquor he consumed or–

Yoongi's female friend, wearing only a black bra and hip-hugging black sweats, held out a tall plastic cup of water and a white pill.

Was she going to drug him?

Jungkook took both.

"Hydration and to prevent hangover tomorrow," she explained calmly.

She was going to drug him, but not in the sexy way. Not that he wanted that. Well. Maybe. He wasn't exactly in his best state of mind. Judgement and common sense were currently lacking. She watched him as he took the pill and took a large gulp of water to swallow.

"Thanks," he croaked out.

Nice, Jungkook. That was hot.

She smiled.

It made her eyes gleam in the semi-darkness that was hotel rooms in big cities.

Meanwhile, Jimin grunted as Taehyung threw his leg over the other man, treating him like a convenient body pillow instead of a human being whose soft cheeks vaguely resembled mochi. Neither woke up to witness the strange interaction of a shirtless, half-dead Jungkook and a shirtless, water-and-hangover-cure fairy.

He drank silently, staring into her eyes.

She waited patiently.

He finished his water.

She reached over and Jungkook leaned in.

Five points of gentle contact on his chest and he jumped as he felt her fingertips press to his skin, seeing his own shirt on the floor, finally registering that he must have ripped it off before flopping headfirst onto the bed. His heart beating fast under her touch, chills up and down his spine, and he...

She plucked the plastic cup from his hand and began to rise.

Instantly, his right hand shot over and grasped her wrist.

Their eyes connected.

"Wait."

He whispered it, like a secret. Also because he didn't want to sound like a zombie rising from the dead again. It still sounded grainy and rough to his ears, but she paused, looking at him. Her hair was messy, tumbling down one side, no make-up, parted lips glossy with lip balm. Effortlessly pretty. He was trying to find the right words.

"I..."

It was at this moment that he realized he did not know what the magic words for this moment were.

"What... what kind of art do you make?" Jungkook asked.

Taehyung snorted. Jimin mumbled at him to shut up and get down from there. Jungkook remained mesmerized by the shirtless woman holding the emptied plastic cup that he now realized was a souvenir soda glass that read Viva Las Vegas. He had no idea what that meant. Maybe his English truly was dogshit.

Later that week, Jungkook realized that it wasn't English.

The world of languages was truly difficult.

"Everything," she replied softly.

He was still holding her wrist. She didn't pull away.

"Everything?" Jungkook echoed back, quiet in the silence of heavy snoring.

She nodded. "I made Yoongi's clothes for the promotional photos of his mixtape. I shot and edited those pictures. I painted the mural in Hoseok's bedroom too." She pointed to the chocolate brown blazer on the floor, thrown carelessly against the armchair. For some unknown reason, the armchair was on its side. "I made the flower brooch on Taehyung's jacket. Stuff like that." The brightly colored fabric flowers were slightly flattened, white, pink, purple, blue, orange. "My actual paying job is working at the antique shops. I go around the country, restoring old furniture. It's what my dad used to do. Sometimes I buy and sell my own." She frowned, ticking her head sheepishly in her explanation. "I bet you do something more interesting."

"Oh... I'm a personal trainer."

She nodded.

Silence.

Except for the car honking loudly outside.

Usually people looked down at his body when Jungkook stated his profession, but she continued staring at his face. Moments passed. Maybe an eternity. He didn't know. Couldn't know. Didn't care. The world was her touch and her face before him. She smiled and the little puffs under her eyes became more prominent.

Then she pointedly looked down at his hand still holding her wrist.

Jungkook felt his cheeks burn. The chills returned.

"You can let go now."

"S-Sorry, I..."

He lowered his head, feeling a strange sense of shame, and then came face-to-face to her breasts gently cupped in black satin, the delicate scalloping flush against the curve, not that far from his hand, if he just reached out, he would touch them, but, no, that was inappropriate, at least look up, Jungkook lifted his head again, let go, his fingers slipping from her wrist, the possibility floating in his head, just do it, looked into her eyes, you only have the guts to do it right now anyway, shaking breath, lean in and, to his surprise, she was leaning in too, closing his eyes as their faces neared, and…

Air.

Her warm breath feathered against his ear, five points of gentle contact on his collarbones and upper chest to stop him from coming forward any further.

"Maybe when you have your wits about you, yeah?"

Jungkook was highly unsure what that meant. Even when he was completely sober, he did not really have his wits about him when he was in her presence. It was more akin to chasing around his own brain cells every five seconds, eventually giving up to space out instead to avoid embarrassment.

"It's cheating," she purred. "If you try to come onto me when you're drunk."

Her middle finger caressed the pocket at the base of his throat. Jungkook shivered, blood roaring through his vessels, his skin tingling, hiding in the safety of his closed eyelids.

"It's not... cheating."

"You know how you act, Jungkook. Don't pretend."

So fast, so fast, his heart was beating so fast.

"If you act dangerous, danger will come and find you."

He inhaled and her hair smelled wonderful. Turned his head and he felt the warmth of skin close to his nose, so close, and he lowered his voice, breathing just as soft, it is not nothing, it is something, and maybe it was the cocktails, the beers, her touch, the moment, the pressure of everything hanging in the balance of his next words, hushed suspension like an acrobat ready for the amazing stunt of the grand finale.

"I think," Jungkook whispered into her ear. "I think danger has found me already, so maybe she should give it her best shot."

-

"Shit, my bad–"

"No, it's fine. I'm gonna go soon."

She yawned in the middle of the afternoon, blinking the sleep away. Black gingham loose short-sleeved button-down shirt with matching shorts. Not the same thing she wore last night. Jungkook vividly remembered every detail of last night.

Lust was more sobering than he thought.

Maybe it depended on the potency and strength.

She scratched her cheek, her lips twisting in thought. "Sorry about running off, but you heard the retching, had to make sure the vomit wasn't on the floor or something, thankfully Seo–" She paused abruptly, clearing her throat. "Thankfully, the person made it to the toilet."

Jungkook felt a mischievous grin itch onto his face. "I'm glad you made sure hyung was okay."

She frowned and ran a hand through her bedhead, messing it up and making it sexier. Uncapped her bamboo toothbrush and looped around him, running it lightly under the faucet before turning the water off.

"I didn't tell you who it was."

"Nope."

She backed up, unzipping the purple pouch under her arm, taking out a travel toothpaste. Caught him staring as she maneuvered the toothpaste onto the bristles, raising an eyebrow.

Jungkook tapped the sink counter in front of him.

"You can stand here."

Tilted his head a little, letting his freshly done hair graze his cheekbones.

"With me."

Her eyes followed his hand, up his arm, to his oversized white t-shirt and down his jeans, back up, flickering to the matching jean jacket by the unused hotel bathtub, then back to his clean, moisturized face and intentionally mussed hair. She took in his done-up appearance very deliberately, maintaining eye contact in her just-woken-up state.

She cocked her head, wordlessly sticking her toothbrush in her mouth.

There was something sexy about it, slightly dismissive, but also a confidence that continued because she didn't stop looking at him. Simply brushed her teeth with him standing right there. Almost... domestic in how little she seemed to mind, as if she was accustomed to watching him get ready. She was just now beginning her day after babysitting seven drunk men all night. Tonight, the same seven were supposed to go to a buffet and then to a concert. The goal was to not get completely drunk so they could at least remember the majority of the concert.

That was the goal, anyway.

She brushed her teeth and observed him as Jungkook adjusted his necklaces and checked his face in the mirror again, sneaking glances at puffed cheeks full of toothpaste suds and very focused brushing. Silent, but attentive to his movements.

She would be really cute to wake up to.

Her eyes found his and Jungkook looked away quickly, his hands drifting over the plethora of small fragrance bottles by the sink. All the guys had left their respective signature scents there, the last step before stepping out of the bathroom. He saw his own but paused, picking up a different one instead. Took off the silver cap and sniffed lightly, breathing in a warm, sharp scent that had a hint of fresh citrus mixed with the salt of the ocean.

Then he almost shattered it when he felt the warmth of a hip and thigh press against his own.

"O-Oh!"

She couldn't respond because she was spitting into the sink and rinsing her mouth out, but Jungkook couldn't even bring himself to look, trying to contain the chills going up and down his spine. Skin tingling, breath thinning, mind hazy at the closeness, clutching the expensive cologne that wasn't his. Out of instinct and desire not to look like a complete creep, he sprayed the sides of his neck and wrists, dousing himself in the rich and intense scent, although that wasn't the reason for the heady feeling consuming him at the moment.

"That's Yoongi's."

Jungkook started, seeing her wipe her hands on a hotel towel. Her purple pouch was now in the sink counter, her toothbrush sticking out.

"W... What?"

"You used his cologne," she remarked calmly.

How does she know...? He tried to speak, but found himself tongue-tied, suddenly realizing how close she was to him, wiping her face clean with a damp cloth, her skin glistening in the bathroom light, side by side, like a girlfriend, a lover, his...

She ticked her chin to the little bottle in his hands. "He made me buy him the travel size when I was out because he forgot to pack any. I asked him what it was called and he could only describe the bottle." She sighed absentmindedly, as if it was a nuisance, and yet there was a smile dancing on her lips. "He kept saying, the blue one, I kept telling him, I'm in the men's section, there's a lot of blue ones, and he–"

She stopped speaking.

Jungkook found himself staring at her in the mirror and she was staring back.

If there was noise outside the room, he couldn't hear it. He was too busy looking into striking eyes that struck him, her head turning, slow motion, his breath stilling, heart crashing, from reflection to flesh, shoulder to shoulder.

Now looking at each other.

He willed his body to be still as his heartbeat scattered to the wind. Her lips looked so inviting and perfect. Pink. Glossy. Soft. Plush. Kissable. He thought he had gotten close to his chance last night, but perhaps that was building up to this.

The little puffs under her eyes curved upwards, those orbs sparkling with mirth.

Jungkook hesitated, realizing he had already closed half of the distance.

"What's with your eyes?" she suddenly asked.

He blinked, confused. "What?"

She smiled under him. Mischievous and playful, similar to a cat caught doing something naughty and knowing their owner would do nothing to punish them.

"Your big peepers."

My big what?

"You're staring so big that it's a little unsettling."

He jerked back, spinning to the mirror and finding his own shocked, deer-in-headlights expression. "S-Sorry! Sorry, it's just–!"

She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Jungkook felt his whole body burst into flames.

Not literally. Well, that’s how it felt like, anyway. Record high-speed embarrassment burning his neck and cheeks, the sudden rush of validation far too fast in far too short of a time span. It ate him up and made him whole, the subtle affection an injection right into his blood, his voice of reason muffled, you shouldn’t, be careful, but he didn't give a fuck. Jungkook told the inner voice to shut up and bring out his worst behavior instead, this isn’t nothing so I could make it something, impulsiveness taking the reins. How many sips of her was it now? The alcohol was kicking in full force.

"Next time."

She whispered into his ear and walked out.

He had no idea what he would have done if she hadn't left so abruptly, but it would have been a sight for Jimin and Taehyung as they stumbled into the bathroom arguing about the best flavor of donut from the hotel breakfast buffet earlier that morning.

-

Gambling was not a good habit to start, but Jungkook chose to indulge.

Drunk and high off the excitement of the concert, everyone was trying their luck. Blackjack, poker, slots, and the like. It was probably incredibly unfair odds, especially in the hotel casino. They were all either too optimistic or too drunk to care. At least Namjoon had the foresight to force everyone to leave their cards behind and spend only a fixed amount of cash. Currently his intoxicated self was questioning why the fuck he did that.

“Yah! Nooo!”

“Where did Jungkook go?”

“Dunno, he said something about the bathroom. Maybe got distracted. He’ll come running back to Namjoon-hyung when he realizes he doesn’t know enough English.”

“He has his phone. Message him.”

“Uh… What’s my passcode…?”

“Your fingerprint, Taehyung…”

-

Jungkook knew he shouldn’t gamble.

In his defense, these odds were better than any of the games here.

He thought it was his imagination at first. He could dream up those shapely legs and those elegant hands. Those plush lips and that little eye-smile that formed when they spotted him across the casino floor. Then he realized his imagination was not that creative to dream up a red-and-white striped bra top with a pineapple print and viciously short black denim shorts with a loose white dress shirt hanging off one shoulder. Plus, the extra detail of those pointed toe, black velvet heels with a thin strap around the ankle, giving the casual outfit an unexpected killing point.

A smile danced in her eyes and on her lips.

She turned and slid through the crowd.

Jungkook abandoned his spot over Jimin’s shoulder where he had been mocking him about his luck at the slot machines. Maybe slightly sober him wouldn’t have. Maybe slightly sober him would have thought, nah, that can’t be her, and even if it was, she hasn’t hung out with us yet, she probably wants to be let alone, I shouldn’t bother her, but that smile, that damned smile that went from her lips to those little puffs under her eyes, and Jungkook didn’t care, pushing through the crowd, following the flutter of white and long legs, smelling the reek of cigarettes and cigar smoke. With a start, he realized he was a little lost, looking up and seeing an ornate, gaudy ceiling. Fake marble and glided gold, surrounded by opulent shops and too many tourists.

Cool fingers brushed against his cheek.

He spun around and then froze, suddenly pressed up close, staring face-to-face to that eye-smile.

“Hello.”

Jungkook gasped her name between their lips, softly like a secret.

She grinned.

“No. I’m what you call danger.”

And she leaned up and kissed him.

His eyes went wide. The sudden softness, the rush of intimate contact, his heart pounding, realizing he could count her eyelashes. Thump-thump-thump. His heartbeat fluttering to his throat as he noticed that one of her eyes was partially open, like she was mid-wink as she kissed him, cheekily peeking at his reaction, increasing the pressure and intensity when she was caught, not looking away, sparkling smile in that shrouded orb. Tilting her head, her fingers grazing his jaw, pulling him closer, his mind going fuzzy, acutely aware that they were in public, kissing, right the view of people neither of them knew. Strangers in a strange land, alcohol mixing with the rush of her passion and his.

His hand lifted and touched her arm, grasping at the dress shirt.

She broke the kiss, her tongue trailing down the center of his lower lip, flicking lightly in their parting.

Jungkook gasped, cutting off his own whine. She smirked, teasing him, drawing him closer, closer to her addictive charm, but he was willingly falling, his eyes blind to everything but the cheese in the trap.

She adjusted her head, pulling down the collar of his jean jacket, sniffing lightly next to his neck.

“The cologne smells good on you.”

Thump-thump-thump.

She was wearing some kind of perfume too. Sweet but smooth, like biting into a nectarine in the summertime. It lingered over her collarbones, and he found himself wanting to claim that space, but the hesitation kicked in.

Instead, Jungkook lifted his gaze to her eye-smile.

“You…”

His thoughts were stumbling, burning in her heat.

“You’re… too pretty. It’s hard to look away.”

The side of her lips lifted.

“That sounds like a problem.”

She didn’t come with you and the guys to hook up, you should back off, Yoongi-hyung might get upset, she’s dangerous, look at that smile, but I can’t help it, look at the way she fits herself into my arms, she’s pressing her thigh against my thigh, I’m drunk, right, or maybe I’m not, I don’t know anymore, I need more, more, just to make sure…

“I want to do dirty things to you,” she whispered to his lips, soft and smokey.

That devious gaze enticed him, asking him to come hither.

“Do you want to do dirty things with me?”

Her hand slid down his shoulder, fingers fanning over his back, stroking it sensually, rolling her body into his. Not that he needed more convincing.

“Yeah…”

-

“P-Please…”

Getting am empty elevator wasn’t impossible in Las Vegas. It might be, depending on the time of day, but also there were a plethora of elevators all over the hotels. There were often lulls, moments where it seemed no one needed an elevator.

This moment was such a moment, which meant the second the door began to close, Jungkook found himself shoved into the wall of the elevator where only the gods knew how many other people were shoved for the same reason.

His air suddenly cut off, mouth to mouth, body to body, moans trapped in his throat.

Her hand pressed against his chest.

He shut his eyes.

Swallowed his shudder as her tongue flicked against his lips, toying with his lip ring, her hand sliding down, down, fitting to the contours of his torso, her other hand cupping his cheek, running her fingernail against the curve of his ear. Chills up and down his spine and all over his body, a constant buzz, her teeth nipping lightly at his lip in between insistent kisses. Were those wispy gasps him, surely not, stiffening as fingertips toyed with the waistband of his jeans.

Jungkook almost opened his eyes, but he didn’t.

He breathed her name against her lips, a breathless question.

She pressed her lips to his and he felt her smile.

Her hand molded to the growing tent trying to get past the zipper. It was as uncomfortable as it was arousing. His head hit the wall of the elevator, yanking his head away to moan, clutching her hips and trying to push her down, but her legs shifted and she stopped him, stroking him through the thick fabric and reducing him to pleas, snapping his chin back down, staring at her under him.

She grinned, shaking her ass in his hands while applying even but firm pressure against his erection, her tongue playfully between her teeth, daring him to do something about it.

There wasn’t anything to do but beg.

“Please…”

Her other hand ran down his stomach, gripping his t-shirt, tugging it up, the hem rising, rising, but not fast enough, it was probably only milliseconds, but it was milliseconds too many, the elevator climbing through the floors, his shirt hiking up, her nails grazing and leaving ghosts of relentless desire on his abdomen.

The elevator pinged loudly.

The door slid open.

Her head turned.

Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat when he realized it wasn’t their floor.

A couple blinked at them from the entrance. A man and a woman, holding hands and wearing matching colorful souvenir t-shirts. Meanwhile, her body was covering his, her dress shirt down her bare shoulders, not moving her hands from between their bodies.

“It’s going up,” the man said in English, pointing at the wall where the indicator light was.

The woman was gawking, too stunned to speak.

Jungkook felt his cheeks burn.

The door began to close.

“Keep a secret, okay?” she said to the couple, right before the door closed.

Jungkook’s English was limited but he was better at understanding than speaking.

“A secret?” he choked when she lazily turned back to him, using Korean because he wasn’t ready to embarrass himself in front of someone who clearly knew more English than he did. He was confronted with a self-satisfied smirk and sparkling eyes. “W-What if they call security–”

“This is America. I’m sure they’ve seen porn. You’re not even naked.”

Her fingers gripped the button of his jeans, her other hand splaying over his bare abs and rendering him speechless.

“Unless…”

She started messing with the button.

“It’s not like anyone will recognize you when you’re in a completely different country, you know?”

He wasn’t thinking it. Now he was. He stared into her eyes, a silent do it. Impulsive bravery in the face of danger. Amusement and agreement looking back at him. She nudged the fabric and the metal apart.

Found the zipper pull of his jeans.

Stuck her tongue out, extending it far, far down, curling it in the air, the metal teeth below coming apart from her insistence, his cock straining against his underwear, begging for a taste of that nimble, wet, glistening muscle dancing in front of his lips.

The elevator pinged again.

This time it was actually their floor.

-

Either Jungkook wasn’t as drunk as he thought or the shock was sobering him up real fast.

He made it about two steps into the hotel room before the door suddenly snapped closed and his pants were yanked down to his knees. Thumbs hooked onto the sides of his underwear and pushed down, and he found himself raising his hands and letting it happen with a gasp, looking down to meet the image of lust.

Her getting to her knees and licking the inside of his thighs, covering him with saliva.

Like he was the fucking Mona Lisa and her tongue was the paintbrush, not that that made any sense because Jungkook knew very little about classical art and even less about how the Mona Lisa was painted by Leonardo Da Vinci, but the point was that art evoked emotion and Jungkook was feeling.

He was feeling a whole fucking lot right now.

“Oh, s-shit…!”

She looked up at him, pressing her hand into the saliva and sliding up, rubbing the slick liquid all over his balls, gentle but with intention.

Cradled her hand under his jutting cock and raised an eyebrow.

Jungkook had no idea what she was going to do.

“D… Do it,” he gasped.

He probably should have asked what, but he was two seconds away from grabbing her hand and jacking his own dick, so he figured it was better to just encourage her to do what she wanted to do and see if he liked it rather than force her to do something she might find off-putting.

She spat on his dick and started jacking him off.

“O-Oh!”

It was a lot to take in at once, the image of her spitting on his dick, the sudden slipperiness wrapped in her firm hold, steady but tight, radiating pleasure flowing through him, down his legs and up his torso, seeing the glistening dark red tip disappear and reappear in her fingers, dangerous smirk and eye-smile accompanying the lewd image.

“Don’t hide your lovely voice,” she purred. “No one is here to hear you.”

He wasn’t sure if that was true or not, but it was unlikely that anyone was in the hotel room considering it was silent except for the noise outside in the adjacent rooms, and yet there was that sense of nervousness, jitters in being in this kind of situation with someone new, trying to keep his cool that was rapidly being consumed by flames.

“U-Um…”

She leaned forward, sticking her tongue out, and continued jacking him off with the head of his cock rubbing against her tongue.

“A-Aah, fuuuck…”

It was moving so fast, he was so intoxicated, he couldn’t stop, grabbing his shirt and yanking it up so it didn’t get in the way, seeing her wink at him and feeling the pace intensify, no, no, he couldn’t take it anymore, moaning helplessly, his breathing stuttering, so good, felt so good, strong grip, tight but not crushing, fast but enough to feel everything, tongue rubbing against sensitive skin, tilting her head and dripping more saliva down his length, so messy, seeing her thighs spread more. Right there at the door of the hotel room, not even waiting to take their shoes off.

Jungkook thought it would take him longer to cum but, to his surprise, the power of lust did not disappoint.

“I-I’m gonna cum, where–”

She tilted her hand back and stuck her tongue out, beckoning him with the tip.

He couldn’t even finish the question.

He gasped at the orgasm seized him and sent a burst of pleasure through him, making him lightheaded at the rush, gasping her name, holy fuck, he was witnessing his cum shooting down her throat, thick streams of white onto her tongue and sliding into the darkness. She didn’t close her mouth, letting him watch it slide down into her throat. Slowly massaging his twitching length, pressing her tongue to the base of the head, rubbing so, so softly.

There was so much pleasure that he couldn’t breathe.

Her lips closed, a kiss to the shivering head of his cock, and he heard her swallow.

So fucking sexy that he shuddered.

One eye opened, peering up at him, lightly licking the tip. A gentle tease. He whimpered, twisting his own shirt in his hands. She drew back a little, something clouding the previous playfulness from before.

“Too much?”

The question seemed weighted.

Not quite about what just occurred, but more about herself as a person.

Jungkook shook she head, biting his lower lip, knowing he was pushing his luck.

But this was Las Vegas and he came to gamble.

“Not enough.”

-

There probably should be instructions for how to proceed, but either Jungkook threw away the manual or was too horny to read it.

He probably should have thought twice before falling onto the bed he shared with Jimin and Taehyung, but he didn’t, dragging her onto his lap and whimpering at her touch and her bites on his neck, his eyes rolling back at her tongue following the curve of his ear, flicking his earrings. Shrugging out of their jackets, her chuckle between them, there probably isn’t enough time to get fully naked, and he knew it was true but he asked anyway, I need you, and then he realized her purple pouch was on the table by the bed because his eyes followed her hand when she pulled her phone out of her back pocket and stuck it on the nightstand.

When had that…?

But he didn’t really care, she was unzipping it and pulled a condom out.

“W… What?”

She shrugged as her response, licking the palm of her free hand. Never mind, he didn’t care why she had a condom in her toiletries bag. Condoms had one purpose. It was being used on him and that was good enough for Jungkook. He moaned as her wet left hand gripped his half-hard cock and pumped him. She straightened, standing between his legs.

“Hey.”

He didn’t have the capacity to speak, so he made a noise of want and curiosity, indicating that was ready to take an order.

“Help me take off my shorts.”

Be cool, his brain told him, but his hands were practically ripping off her clothes, yanking the button open and unzipping quickly, pushing it all down, black panties and shorts, gasping as she continued to jack him off while he revealed those lush hips and deliciousness between her legs, trying to tell himself to calm down, but, nope, that pussy looked more delicious than the expensive buffet and the buffet was fucking delicious.

Her hips swayed and she kicked her clothes away.

She held out the condom.

Jungkook reached between her legs and brushed his fingertips in between those glossy lips.

She raised an eyebrow as he brought it to his tongue and licked, trying not to pass out at the sweet taste.

Fuck.

He smirked at her inquiring expression.

“Just a taste.”

He took the condom, ripping it open. There was amusement in that eye-smile, but also a fluster that she covered with veiled calm.

“Ah.”

There was probably an unspoken rule that said, slow the fuck down, but it seemed that she didn’t care and neither did he, rolling the condom down his stiff length as soon as her hand moved away and she sank down on him, replacing her hand with her pussy.

Oh.

Fucking.

“A-Ah…!”

She rolled her hips, adjusting the angle, and Jungkook saw stars or maybe reached spiritual ascension, he had no other way to describe the overwhelming pleasure of the tight, warm softness, slick and wet, her hand gripping his shoulder, sliding up and down on his cock, his hands falling back to anchor himself up, his hips following her rhythm, thrusting up to meet hers.

She lifted her head, a heavy exhale tumbling from her lips.

Half-smile, her cheeks flushing.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.”

He felt the back of his neck burn and hoped it didn’t creep to his cheeks. She was riding his dick and he was dying from a compliment.

“Y-You too.”

Before he could slap himself upside the head for that response, she grinned.

“I know.”

He felt her squeeze him when he was deep inside, her nails digging into his shoulder, his right arm sticking out of his white t-shirt, his hair falling onto his face from the force of the bouncing. Bravery or feeding on her confidence, maybe simply lust and pleasure, who the fuck knew, his reservations disappearing, one of his hands lifting, touching her bare hip, testing the waters, pulling her closer when she smiled at him, breathless sigh at his force.

Harder.

Shifting the position slightly, fuck, right there, he knew that was the spot because they both gasped, tossing words aside and speaking through their bodies, harder, faster, rougher. It was easy to follow her pace. Maybe it was the knowledge that everyone may come back soon, maybe it was all those subtle tastes of her strong flavor from before, maybe this was her trap or maybe it really was undeniable attraction, but whatever it was, it was becoming something, mixed moans, matching pants, slapping bodies, and her hand turning, sliding into his hair, her fingers tense but not grabbing his hair, clenching her jaw.

“It’s okay,” he panted. “You can tug my hair a little.”

She bit her lip, a rare moment of lost composure.

“F-Fuck, Jungkook…”

Her fingers twisted into his hair tightly but didn’t pull, tipping her head back and moaning to the ceiling, clenching down him, shivering walls and sloppy squelch, still forcing her hips forward despite it but his own fingers dug into her hip and forced her to stop, the feeling too much and pushing him to the edge. Her name tumbled from his lips, his hips thrusting forward powerfully as he came, so good, rushing pulses and spilling into the condom, feeling her squeeze and tremble around him.

So good.

His.

At least this moment was, and he was going to treasure it.

Her hand worked into his hair, pinpricks of her nails crawling up, panting hard, opening her eyes slowly as she came down. There was something endearing about it. No walls here, no hiding behind confidence and knowledge of her own power.

Just bliss in orgasm.

“You can be rougher with me.”

She panted, cocking a brow at his declaration.

“You seem like you’re holding yourself back a little.” He grinned. “Or am I wrong?”

She ticked her head, not yet saying anything. Her gaze shifted, playfulness returning, running her fingers through his hair and making his scalp tingle.

He leaned forward and touched his nose to hers.

“I can take it.”

He saw those little puffs under her eyes curve upward in amusement and felt her fingers curling inward, a firm grip, his breath catching his throat, almost, he could almost taste her kiss on his lips again.

They heard the sudden whirring of the door being unlocked.

-

There were four rooms in the suite – the room Namjoon and Hoseok shared with separate beds, the room Yoongi and Seokjin shared with one bed, and the room Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook shared with the bed and pull-out couch that they ignored, cramming onto the California-king bed with too many limbs sticking out.

And the smallest room, hers, since she was the one girl.

Jungkook woke up far too early the next morning with Taehyung’s arm over his chest, staring down at the corner of the bed that he had fucked Yoongi’s female friend on the night before.

At least it was his side of the bed.

He got up and went for a long work-out session in the hotel gym to avoid any… foreseen circumstances. And to avoid Jimin bringing up anything from last night in the morning.

“You left Taehyung on read.”

“What?”

Jimin had scrunched up his face as he trotted into the bedroom, sighing. “Your phone. You left Taehyung on read, so we knew you weren’t dead, but at least text back and let us know where you are! What if you get kidnapped? We’re in a foreign country.”

Jungkook had blinked at him, sitting on the bed with his shirt half on and his pants hastily yanked on, trying to occupy Jimin so he didn’t start looking around the room. That turned out to be easy, considering Jimin was annoyed at him for not responding to texts. Jungkook had a good reason.

He was busy being balls deep.

He wasn’t going to say that because inevitably Jimin’s next question would be who and Jungkook wasn’t ready for his pint-sized hyung to start teasing and dropping hints to the silent-but-scary hyung.

“Why would I get kidnapped? I would kick their ass.”

Jimin made a pained face at him. “Yeah. Exactly. How are we supposed to bail you out of jail? What do you think we are? Fluent in English and rich?”

Jungkook coughed. “Uh… I got hot. I came up to change. I was gonna go back down.”

Jimin rubbed his head and ran his hand through his black hair, flopping onto the bed. “Never mind,” he sighed. “I’ll text them and let them know you’re okay. Man. You scared me for a second…”

“… Sorry.”

“What’s this?”

Jungkook snatched the scrap of blue foil wrapper from Jimin’s wandering hand. “Nothing. Just, uh, hangover tablet. She gave me an extra.”

“Oh, man, I’m gonna need one, I hope she has another…”

“I’ll ask if I see her.”

You did, Jungkook. You saw a lot.

Jungkook told his inner voice to shut the fuck up.

He wondered. If the others had thought about looking after him, then did any of them worry if she was going to be okay? She was one girl wandering alone in a big city in a foreign country after all. Her English seemed pretty good though.

He didn’t have to wonder for long.

“She’s at Starbucks.”

“What?”

Yoongi yawned and turned his phone around at the table of the hotel buffet, stuffing a slice of prime rib into his mouth. “Green dot.” A steady green dot on a white map with blue roads was chilling in a teardrop-shaped pin labelled STARBUCKS.

“You GPS’ed her?! What is she, an endangered animal?” Seokjin gasped, the half-eaten pretzel bread falling out of his mouth. He quickly snatched it from his plate and shoved it back in.

Yoongi grunted and swallowed, putting his phone back down. “She asked me to, obviously. She texts me where she’s going each day and I check sometimes if she’s there. Takes me two seconds. She’s fine.”

Jimin wiggled his eyebrows. “Where’s she going today?”

“Sex clubs and drug dens.”

Namjoon dropped his fork with a loud clatter.

Yoongi snorted. “She’s going to the Luxor to look around. You think she’d actually be in a drug den? You can’t Google that, sheesh.”

Namjoon had to ask for new silverware because he had flipped his knife onto the floor the second the waitress managed to get to their table.

The fair-skinned man shook his head, his long black hair neatly tucked under a gray beanie. “I told you, she intended to wander around alone. Of course, she took precautions. She’s not a kid.”

Taehyung poked Jungkook on the side of his head. “Yeah, unlike this guy.”

“What? I’m not a kid. I’m already over twenty-five!”

“Okay, next time we go somewhere, you can do all the talking in English.”

“… A-Ah…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“I know, I just can’t focus on… remember… when put on the spot…”

“That’s kind of…” Seokjin paused to mock Jungkook. “… The most important part.”

“Hyung, you know zero English.”

“Yah, I know come on and you know, you know?!”

-

The memories started blurring together, as they did when one was slowly blacking out.

He found they came rushing back every time they kissed, so he always searched for the next time they could kiss again.

Five points of gentle contact on his back and he would turn, a rare moment in the bathroom of both of them getting ready, sudden silence when Jimin stepped out to change his shirt, unsatisfied with his outfit.

Just a quick taste, throwing a shot back as casually as they came. Her lips and tongue working him, soft and insistent, running her fingers up his back, tracing patterns that made his skin radiate with need, wanting her to push the layers of fabric away, but it was gone as quickly as it came, Jimin rushing back in and she was reaching past him, snatching Yoongi’s cologne on the counter and spraying down her neck and chest.

“Isn’t that hyung’s?” Jimin teased, nudging her from behind.

She smiled, playful and unbothered. “If I smell of men’s cologne, less men walk up to me because they will assume I’m already with a guy. Or slept with one the night before.”

“Ah, wait, that’s kind of smart though,” Jimin nodded, sounding surprised. “Don’t you think so, Jungkook?”

She tilted her head at Jungkook, looking innocent.

“Uh… yeah?”

She put down the bottle, sliding it back onto the counter. Not where it was before. His eyes flickered to the movement, sensing a deliberateness to her action. Her hand stopped, backed off.

She had placed it next to his.

Either she knew it was his or it was a very lucky guess.

Jungkook did not think it was a lucky guess.

He turned to make eye contact but she was already leaving the bathroom, waving a hand while tucking her purple pouch under her arm, looking far too pretty in a long-sleeved black shirtdress and studded leather choker, wearing the signature scent of another man.

She could have picked his and didn’t.

The thought lingered in his mind.

In the night, he felt someone poke his side.

He opened his eyes to see hers peering at him from the side of the bed, her fists on the sheets like a curious cat. He couldn’t see the lower half of her face. Heart racing, pushing Taehyung’s leg off him, turning in his body just in case. Taehyung and Jimin breathed softly, lost in dreamland as Jungkook encountered his.

That little eye-smile.

She backed up, placing a finger to her lips, dressed in her black-and-white gingham pajamas. Beginning the game. The silent journey, sneaking past their sleeping companions, into her room, close the door, whispers in the dark, shh, hands under clothes and lips on skin.

Shot after shot.

Common sense nagged at him, but Jungkook pushed it away, losing himself in the feeling of her tongue on his chest, her hands sliding up his sides as she crawled up his body, leaving his skin on fire with her kiss.

“I can turn the light on if you want.”

The curtains of the high-rise room were open, letting in the light of Sin City.

“I can see,” he breathed onto her skin. “This is nice.”

Her top coming off, shorts following. She grinned. He loved the way it flowed to her eyes. His kiss down her neck, smooth skin under his lips, and he could still smell the lingering fragrance, citrus and the ocean with heavenly depth that was uniquely her. He ran his tongue down like she did with him, wrapping his lips around her nipple, feeling her fingers curling in his hair, pushing him around with silent force.

I can take it.

Rolling her chest into his face, soft sigh above him as he sucked, more, so he sucked harder, rubbing his tongue against the hard nub between his lips, reaching up with this other hand to tease the other, the taste filling his mouth, fuck, something different and addictive, too many parts of her that were too enjoyable. Her hands in his hair and her moan of his name as he switched sides, feeling her thighs squeeze his torso, too good, her nails dragging down his back, pinpricks of pain to bring pleasure, and he could feel it, so intense, from her to him, flames melting together and burning, and then all of a sudden her hands yanking his hair hard. Pain shot into his scalp, forcing him to let go, and he gasped, confused, colliding with her insistent kiss, her grabbing his hand, pushing it down, plunging two of his fingers into dripping wetness and tight heat.

Jungkook moaned into her mouth, feeling her fuck herself with his hand.

Nothing could stop this now.

He really didn’t care of anyone heard him now but she didn’t let him, rocking her hips into his hand, trapping him with her kiss even when she came, her orgasm sliding down his palm, shuddering muscles choking his fingers in a punishing pulse and he wanted it on his cock, so much so that when she finally let him go, he grasped his own length with his wet hand and smeared it all over him, a wanton groan escaping him.

Her hand immediately slapped over his mouth, her brows furrowing.

“Shh.”

He shook his head, gasping against her fingers, tighter, pushing the limit.

She gave him a helpless smile and felt around behind her, finally finding the condom and bringing it to him.

“Man, you’re gonna wake someone up…”

He bit down on his lower lip, fuck, it just felt so good, so good burying himself into that tightness, her muscles relaxing for a second to let him enter and then wrapping around him, just like that, swearing under his breath as she chided him, slow, angling herself to accommodate his length, oh God, right there, that depth and that sweet spot, slow and forceful, her legs wrapping around his waist, rising her lower body to his.

He tipped his head back, trying to contain his moan and failing. Her hand flew up, covering his mouth again, careful with the lip ring.

“Lift your arm for a second,” she gasped, and he did, and one leg was on his shoulder now, yes, yes, panting against her fingers, even better now, fucking him hard from below as he fucked her from above, attempting to minimize the sound, clutching his face as hers remained focused, biting her lip to hide her noises, the loudest being their bodies slapping against each other.

Nothing they could do about that.

He saw her neck tense and her eyes flickered up. He felt it too, the rush and the need, staring into her eyes, the thrill all over, her thumb stroking his cheek fondly while not letting go. The light of the city down below lit their bodies, and perhaps there was something in the air, too many drinks and not enough self-control.

Except he was sober.

She was the alcohol.

Jungkook felt his cheeks and neck flush. He hoped she couldn’t see in the darkness.

He whined softly under her palm and she nodded, squeezing him from below. Closer, closer, harder, faster, taking the chance, her gaze shooting up and he was there, her thumb suddenly covering his nose as he half-screamed into her mouth, hitting a strange kind of airless high that was so intense he felt his brain go hazy, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips jerked, wave after wave of pleasure colliding into one another, orgasm punching into him as he felt hers all around, pulsating constriction and slippery juices stuck to the insides of his thighs, hearing her head flinch to the side and bury her face into the pillow in mute ecstasy.

Holy.

Fuck.

She suddenly removed her hand from his face and the oxygen came rushing back, knocking the wind out of him and making him collapse on top of her. A faint sound of mild discomfort under him, but she did not tell him to get off.

He could feel her racing heartbeat against his.

Did she feel it too, the high of the buzz that was them?

-

Jungkook pressed his hand onto his mouth and his thumb over his nose, feeling the orgasm building up within his core.

It was loud in the living room area, singing, screaming, laughing, and he was slowly cutting off his own air, watching those lips around his cock and feeling that tongue race up and down the underside of his length, furiously rubbing the bottom of the head where it was the most sensitive, then descending into that throat that squeezed him, wet and hot and wonderful. So close to getting caught. So close, but not close enough, and that was the sweet spot, watching his cock disappear into that mouth and seeing that eye-smile teasing him as he watched, covering his mouth so he didn’t give them away.

He couldn’t breathe.

The climb was heaven.

The orgasm slammed into him and he clenched his jaw, squeezing his eyes shut, fuck, fuck, fuck, feeling his length jerk and shoot down her throat. The lack of oxygen bombarded him with thoughtless, unbridled bliss, this, fuck, why does this feel so good, his eyes rolling back, tipping his head back and hitting the wall, thrusting into her throat and hearing her choke slightly, swallowing quickly and shooting a bolt of near-pain up into his head that punctuated the high, leaving him teetering on the tightrope in a dangerous suspension.

She let him go and dragged his pants up, rubbing her throat.

“G… Go back…”

“S–”

She shot up and covered his mouth, shaking her head. Breathing hard, staring into his eyes.

He felt it, the something between them.

Dancing twin flames.

Slowly, she removed her hand, closing the distance between them.

He fell into it, the softness and the pressure and the insistence.

Euphoria.

“You know you can suck his dick in Korea, right?”

They both jumped.

The head of long black-hair tilted, dark brown orbs watching them like a cat who may or may not be silently judging. A smirk, open-mouthed and amused, looking from Jungkook to her.

“While I’m sure it’s incredibly fun for you,” Yoongi said quietly in his low voice. “Maybe control yourself at least in this room.”

Jungkook sputtered but she covered his mouth again. He realized she was smiling.

“I’ll think about it.”

She backed up and picked up her jacket, the short skirt flashing more ass than necessary.

Jungkook was about to move but Yoongi pushed him back against the wall, holding up two fingers and shaking his head, indicating him to wait two minutes before reappearing. Then his hyung followed after the flame.

“Uh huh,” Yoongi muttered as he fell in step behind her. “You act like I didn’t know what you were doing…”

“I tell you what I’m doing every day.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

She shrugged on the jacket, ticking her chin at Yoongi. “Keep a secret, okay?”

“Right, I can see how worried you are about it…”

They rounded the corner and left Jungkook alone, breathing hard in the semi-darkness, pants still unfastened, trying to push down his embarrassment.

“Where is – oh, hyung! Uh… what were you two doing?”

In unison.

“Nothing.”

“Kinda looks like something.”

“Well even if it was something, are either of us going to tell you? No.”

“Aww… but hyung, look, I found a song you produced on the list!”

“There’s no – whoa…”

Jungkook breathed out slowly as everyone was distracted. Rebuttoned his pants. Calmed himself back to normal. Smoothed out his shirt. What if…? He shut his eyes, telling his brain not to go there. Remembered her words. I’ll think about it. Yeah. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Yeah, because it was just for fun. A game. Meant nothing. Vacation from real life, and afterward just a distant memory of drunk fun times.

...

Fuck.

“Jungkook?”

He jumped. She stood in front of him, holding her phone.

“I… I left it on the ground,” she mumbled absentmindedly, awkwardly waving it about. “Are… Are you okay?”

“Uh…”

He swallowed, feeling a strange tightness in his chest.

“Yeah. I’m good.”

She tilted her head at him. Took a step back but then stopped. Shook her head.

“You’re not okay.”

Her voice was soft, delicate, a sharp contrast to everyone yelling on the other side of the wall.

“Y-You should go back,” he choked out, trying to keep his voice from cracking. “They’ll think–”

She chuckled dryly, cutting him off. “Yoongi will cover if anybody asks. And besides, I don’t care.” She searched his face, brows furrowing. “You’re not okay. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Nothing.

He stared at her, in her fluffy black jacket and two-piece set decorated with flames.

Tell her it’s nothing.

She waited, patiently, one in the darkness with him.

Or ask if she feels something for you.

“You…”

She took a step towards him, listening.

“You’ll suck my dick in Korea, right?” he blurted.

She blinked at him.

Wait.

That didn’t come out right.

The side of her lips lifted upward in exasperated mirth. “Uh… sure. I planned on it. I was actually going to suck you dick a couple more times in Vegas too, if the opportunity arose.”

A weight of relief. “Oh. That’s…”

I planned on it.

Jungkook felt his whole body burst into flames. Not literally. But it felt like that.

“You… planned?”

She nodded. “Yes. Because I like you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t try to kiss you. Or touch your dick. Or go to the trouble of buying condoms in a foreign country so I could ask you to put your dick in me.”

He gawked at her.

Moments passed.

There was a series of discombobulated yelps and thumps, someone screaming, "Namjoon, no!", followed by profuse apologizing and Hoseok's crazed laughing and recognizable clapping. Jungkook heard none of it.

His ears only registered the words, I like you, ringing in his ears over and over.

"Oi."

She raised her free hand and pointed at his face, startling him.

"What's with your eyes?"

He blinked, raising his hands and touching his cheeks. "W-What?"

"Your big peepers."

She snickered as if she had told a great joke, grinning wide, the little puffs under her eyes giving them a gentle curve, the delight reaching them too. There was just something about it.

“You look so funny when you’re surprised. It’s cute. I like it.”

He blinked rapidly, finding his mouth partially open and closing it. Swallowed, sputtering. “I… I like your eye-smile.”

She stopped laughing and gave him a confused look. “What?”

“Your cute eye-smile.”

She coughed. “I don’t have an eye-smile.”

He tilted his head. Now he was the puzzled one. “But… you do.”

She backed up, waving a hand. “Nah.” Turned slightly, covering part of her face. He caught the redness of her ears. “No. No, I don’t. Shut up. I’m going. I’ll see you later. I already booked for Tournament of Kings and I’m not missing it.” She pointed at him accusingly and Jungkook found himself smiling, grinning as she backed up carefully, stumbling into the wall and shaking herself vigorously, waving her hand around. “Don’t say anything. I’m leaving. Don’t look at me. Bye.”

And she ducked out, practically leaving a dust cloud in her haste.

Well.

It didn’t seem like what happened in Vegas was going to stay in Vegas, at least in this case.

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masterpost

#jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook x you #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic

[ilovedthestars]

I have a 100 year old book!

This is part "look at this cool thing i got!!" and part "If you know anything about old books, please help me out, I do not know how to take care of this properly and i am scared of damaging it"

The other day I went with my mom to an antiques shop where she had an appointment to sell some old clothes we'd gotten from my grandma. While she was talking to the shop owner, I wandered around the shop and found a shelf of old books.

One of them caught my eye. It looked very old, in a charming way, like a book I usually wouldn't be allowed to touch but had always wanted to. It was sandwiched between some much more modern books with glossy covers. I pulled it off the shelf and opened it very gently, because the spine looked a little damaged.

It was an English translation of two French plays, "Pelleas and Melisanda" and "The Sightless," by Maurice Maeterlinck. I flipped to the front and read the first page, which was a translator's note:

Transcription:

To the reader. The following translations were undertaken for a twofold reason, and that a selfish one: because it is joy to live awhile very close to the thought of another, when that other is a light-giver: because it is joy to place within the reach of certain of one's fellows what one believes to be admirable and good. Yet, in offering to those who have not read the original, an English version of two of Maurice Maeterlinck's plays, I feel as one that, having marvelled at a rose in the garden, should poorly fashion its image in paper to give to his friend. —I should have preferred to place the volume in your hands without so much as a word of apology for its many obvious and more or less inevitable shortcomings; but the laws of the "Scott Library" forbid the silence I desire, and oblige me to add a few prefactory words.

This is just....so earnest, and so beautifully worded. It touched me immediately that the translator (whose name was Laurence Alma Tadema) described taking such joy in their work of translating the words of someone they admired, and feeling as if they could never fully capture the original brilliance.

I flipped back to the beginning of the book, to try to glean some hint of how old it was. I wasn't sure if it would have a page at the beginning with Library of Congress and copyright info, like modern books do, and it didn't surprise me when it didn't. But what I did find, on the inside cover, was this:

A signature from someone whose first initial was M, although the rest is hard to read—the best guess that discord friends and i have been able to come up with is the last name Lainy, but please help me out if you have any clue what the middle initial could be—which is dated 1911.

I'm writing this post in 2023, so when i saw that signature I realized that this book was at least 112 years old, and definitely the oldest book I'd ever held in my hands.

I don't go to a lot of antiques stores. I'm sure that finding something this old is a lot more commonplace than it feels like to me. But I had a moment of complete awe and reverence in the back of this antique store, okay. The feeling of connection with the translator who had described their work as a paper imitation of a rose was suddenly a connection I'd had with a person who lived over a century ago, and another connection with someone who had owned this exact book and signed their name inside in 1911. It blew me away a little.

I flipped carefully through the pages, read a few lines of the plays (which seemed lovely, at a glance), and then put the book back on the shelf. Because what was i going to do with a 112 year old book of translated French plays?

I wandered around the store a little more and then came back to the bookshelf. Picked the book up again. Flipped through it. Stared at the signature on the first page. Put it back again.

Repeated that at least two more times, attempting to convince myself that i did not need this book, and it was very old and fragile and it's not like i could just stick it on my bookshelf between a couple of YA novels, and it was just a couple of dusty plays that i probably wouldn't ever read, and we were technically there before the shop was open for our selling appointment and I didn't know if the shop lady would even sell it to me, and I did not need to own a 112 year old book.

And then my mom was finished with the shop owner, and asked me if I wanted to buy the book I'd been holding and staring at for the last several minutes, and I said "I'd like to, if I can" because despite my attempts to convince myself otherwise I was going to be heartbroken if I did not walk out of there with that book.

The antiques shop lady did indeed sell it to me, for eight dollars.

So now I have a very old book.

I asked the shop owner what I should do to avoid damaging it, and she told me to keep it out of the sun and never store it in plastic. I am under no impression that this book holds significant monetary or cultural value, but it's still a piece of history and I would like to keep it safe. I'd also like to read more of it, if I can, although I have yet to do more than open it partway and flip through a few pages, because I'm worried about the spine. People on tumblr who know about old books, please share any other knowledge or advice you might have!

I'm still not sure exactly why I bought this, but it brings me a lot of joy to hold in my hands, and I think that was a good enough reason.

#stars has thoughts #old books #antique #is there perhaps a tag i can use to summon librarian tumblr without being rude #Maurice Maeterlinck #pelleas and melisanda #the sightless #translation #long post #undescribed

[femd-archive]

idk if your requests are still open but may I request a sub! heracles who is very needy and desperate for reader to ride him ?

sure thing! :]

AFTER CENTURIES

pairing: record of ragnarok — heracles x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

content warning: soft femdom reader | sub heracles | stablished relationship (from before heracles becomes a god) | masturbation (m) | nipple play | dirty talk | begging | unprotected sex | slight nursing | breeding | slight mention of edging/marking | mentions of toys at the end

📎 side note: i'm not really into the series yet and neither read the manga, so maybe heracles is ooc (^^;)

As Heracles spot you in the human crowd, he asked the guards to scolt you to his room. You were very confused at first, but the moment his strong arms wrapped around you, you immediately knew it was him.

"Alcides" you called his name in a teary tone.

"Oh my love, I missed you so much" his hands runned along your body to cup your face in them, rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks as he looks into your eyes. "You're as beautiful as the last time I saw you" he whispers in a tender tone, making you chuckle.

"And you look just as handsome. Your hair is orange!" both of you laugh as you run your hands through his long hair. "I missed you everyday" you confess after a short silence in between the two of you, and Heracles looks at you with sad eyes and a smile that doesn't reach up to them.

"I know love, me too. There are days that I regret being so selfish towards you. You had given me all your love, and then I turn my back at you to save all our people, leaving you behind" he rest his forehead on yours, hughing you closer.

"You were never selfish, Al. You were doing what you thought was the best for everyone, and it was" you wrap your arms around his wasit. "No God gave us any trouble to the last of our days thanks to you. And for the record, everybody missed you" you add, making him smile at the memory of his hometown.

"But you missed me the most, right?" he asks, caressing the skin of your hip out of habit.

"Absolutely" you whisper, like it was a secret only for the two of you.

Heracles pulls apart to take a look at your face, cupping it once again in between his hands and slowly moving closer to take your lips on a soft kiss.

Your hands runned along his broad back and moved to his torso, fingertips tracing the big tattoo along his ribs to finally stop at his pecs, groping them as your palms rub against his nipples.

He moans against your lips, hugging you closer and starting to grind against you.

"Hmm? My pretty boy is already needy with a few kisses?" he showers your face with kisses as you giggle.

"Love, please…I need you so bad" he whispers, already getting rid of his shoulder pad and belt around his waist.

"Yeah? Show me then, show me how much you need me" you command with a sweet tone.

He already was getting rid of his leon skin skirt, leaving his strong body at nudity in front of you. His figure was sculped by the gods, and they sure had took their time with it.

His hard dick was standing infront of you, tip getting redder by time. You lock eyes with your lover, and his blue ones are silently asking you for permission to touch himself; you slightly nod, eyes going back at scanning his beautiful body.

Alcides' hand wrap entirely around his dick, starting to jack off as soon as he makes contact; his free hand goes up to his chest, and his fingers start to pinch his nipples to add stimulation.

You wish you could have a way to capture this scene, maybe one of those cellphones that you heard some humans in the crowd talk about. To capture the lovely image of your lover in a desesperate state for your touch.

"Look love…I'm so wet for you" he pumps his cock a few times more, gathering some precum on his hand to show it to you. "Wanna feel you on me, have you wrapped around me like before. I missed your warmth so much, let me have it back, please?" he begs, eyes already full of tears and a woobly voice.

And you wish you could tease him a little more, to see him cry your name and even watch him ruin his orgasm when you tell him to stop touching himself, but you are on your limit as well, and you need his warmth too.

Attacking his lips on a kiss, you make him back up until he's sitting on the big bed of the room. You stradle his lap, not before taking your clothes off as well, leaving now the both of you in full nudity.

"Please, please..." the God begs as the only thing you do is grind on his hard cock. His hands are wrapped around your hips, resting in there to feel you close.

"Want to be inside me?" you ask and he immediately nods. "Ask for it nicely, Al. I know you can, baby" you left a kiss on the corner of his lips.

"Please…let me burry myself inside you. Wanna feel you, wanna be one with you and make you cum. I wanna show you how much I love you" he mumbles the last sentence looking right into your eyes, so you know that he's being completely honest, and it's not just some hot talk for the moment.

Instead of replying, you kiss him once again, lifting your weight from his lap as you line yourself with his dick, and slowly sinking in until he's fully inside you. His whiny moans are muffled by your mouth, and he hugs you close as he feels your gummy walls wrap around him.

"You really have a way with words huh" you say after pulling apart, with a woobly tone yourself. Heracles takes your face in his hands once again, making you look at him.

"I love you, [Name]. Let us make love like we were never away from each other" as he looks at you nod, he leaves another short kiss on your lips before realising your face from his soft grip.

The room is filled with both your moans and skins slapping against each others.

Heracles strong arms are secured around you as you bounce on his dick, boobs also bouncing in front of his face and catching his attention once he takes his eyes away from where you're connected. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, and the other is giving attention by his hand.

You throw your head back, wrapping your arms around his shoulder to get him closer to you.

"Oh baby" you whisper, leaving a kiss on his forehead as you kept bouncing.

Alcides pulls apart from your breasts to kiss your lips, hugging you so close that your chests are pressed to each other and there's no spot of your skin that it isn't touching his.

"Wanna make you cum" he whispers over your lips, "wanna make you cum as much as you want. Use me as you please" he pleads, kissing along your neck and collarbone.

You let out a little cry, feeling your orgasm close. "I love you, Alcides. I always will" you mumble, unable to stop the tears that falls from your eyes. Heracles' hand is quick to come and dry them, wiping your cheeks.

"I love you too, my love, and I'll do so to the end of my days" he promises, embracing you once again as you cum around him.

You ride him a few times more, until you feel your legs and clit go numb. Still, you let Heracles still thrust in you until he cums, that happens pretty quick since he's been edging himself from not cumming since he started kissing you.

"Inside...cum inside" you whisper into his ear as you have him hugging you close once again. He whimpers and soon enough, he's cumming inside just like you told him too.

You stay like that, sticky and sweaty, but hugging for a while, trying to calm your breaths. Once you cooled down, Heracles moved the both of you to the center of the bed, fixing your positions to cuddle for a while.

"I would like to ask you to not fight, but I know that it would be useless" you chuckle, fingers tracing the new bitemark that you left on his chest.

"I have to do it, to save the humans that I like so much" his hand caress your nude back with soft circle motions, and leaves a kiss on the top of your head.

"Yeah, I know" you supress a sigh and look up to him, he also fixes his position to look at you, and smiles. "Just...be careful, okay? Be safe, for the humans that you like so much" you tease, pinching one of his sides.

He caughts you out off guard when he kisses you so suddenly, only to pull away and beam at you. "I'll be safe for you" he giggles, making your heart melt. "Now, when you're ready again, I'll like to try something new that I discovered a while ago"

"Oh yeah? What is it?" you ask, and he smiles again as he pulls away from your cuddle pile and starts searching for something in the night table.

"Ta-dah!" a 12 inches dildo is right besides his happy face.

"Oh...for me?" you ask, concern evident on your voice.

"Huh? No silly, for me!" he answers, and you could breath again from relief.

#record of ragnarok #heracles #heracles x reader #dom!reader #dom reader #sub!character #sub character #sub!heracles #sub heracles #sub!record of ragnarok #sub record of ragnarok