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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) Hey :) I hope I can give you an idea for an imagine. You and Steve are a couple and all the other Avengers ship you a lot. Then on time at another one of Tony’s party the guys tease Steve a bit that he barely has sexual experience and he gets all flustered. Then you take him back to your shared apartment to get him in safety. You cuddle on the couch but then things start to get heated and Steve isn’t that shy guy anymore? I don’t know, something like that maybe if you want.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: SMUT! (minors dni plz), there’s a list, so there’s choking, light bondage, major teasing, oral m!rec and f!rec, oragasm denial/control, a bit of degradation and praise ;), dacryphilia and i’m pretty sure that should be it.

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: oh boy let’s just dive in shall we

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“You two are just too cute,” Wanda gushed looking at you and Steve. You sat very close to each whispering sweet things and nonsense making each other giggle and smile all night. The team thought Steve really scored one with you. You made him so happy and carefree.

“Gross,” Nat said, sipping her gin and tonic.

“Oh please, Nat. What are you afraid of; romance? Love?” Tony teased.

“Oh please, I can be romantic,” she said. Everyone went silent before bursting out in laughter including Nat herself, smacking the table in a flurry of humor.

“I bet there’s no flavor. No spice. All vanilla,” she said.

“What?” you smiled with confusion in your eyes.

“You guys don’t really radiate sexual tension, lust, erotic behavior,” Tony said.

“Well, that’s something we do in private. Nothing you guys need to know about,” Steve defended.

“Woah, calm down captain. No one’s saying that’s a bad thing,” Bucky patted his friend's shoulder.

“Can we drop this?” Steve sighed.

You and Steve left the party early feeling tired and worn out. Steve’s had a busy week with missions and reports; he just wanted to lay on the couch with his girl and relax. But he couldn’t help but think about what the guys said about their sex life. He doesn’t know why it’s bothering him so much, it was none of their business. He realized you hadn’t defended him too much either. Did you agree? Did you think he was too vanilla?

“Steve?” you asked softly.

“Yes, my love?”

“I asked if you were going to go to sleep right now? I tell you’re exhausted,” you cupped his face.

No, just… come here,” he held you close slowly making his way to the couch.

You kissed his jaw softly laying on top of him. His hands scratched your back softly and you hummed quietly into his neck. He thought back again, because he couldn’t help it, thinking about what the guys said. Maybe he should ask?

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“Do you like it when we have sex?” he asked bluntly.

“What? Of course I do; otherwise I wouldn’t keep doing it,” you nudged his shoulder playfully.

“Well, would you mind if maybe we could try some new things?”

“Oh well, of course. Why now?” you asked; you had a feeling this had something to do with what happened earlier this night.

“Well, I just wanna try something new,” he tried not to smile, but eventually cracked a smile making you grin.

“Baby, you don’t have to be dominator to have pleasurable sex.”

“I know but I guess I just hated everyone teasing me.”

“I know they’re mean,” you scratched his head lightly.

He looked into your eyes lovingly flickering down to your lips. You leaned in knowing his desire, your lips pressing perfectly against his. His hands held your hips lightly and you shifted over and over again grinding on his dick. Steve's hand came up to your neck and slowly wrapped a hesitant hand around it pushing you away.

“You gotta stop teasing me like that if you know what’s good for you,” he whispered against your lips.

“Steve,” you breathed out. You already like this ‘trying new things’ Steve that you’re getting tonight.

“I want you upstairs for me sitting like a good girl on the bed got it?” he practically growled.

You instantly jumped on his lap and felt his hand come up and smack your ass before you scurried away with a giggle. You trampled through your bedroom door taking your clothes off and sat on the bed patiently. The need and desire burned in your belly and you ached for Steve to come quickly.

Slowly, after longer than you hoped, Steve opened the door with his unbuttoned whited collared shirt and pair of grey suit pants that he wore for tonight. You bit your lip holding back a moan simply from the sight of your man. And with his dominance piercing through, you couldn’t help the arousal dripping from you.

“Look at that,” he grinned, making you feel shy under his lustful gaze.

“So pretty,” he walked up to you holding your chin between his fingers to make you look up at him. He traced your lips faintly with the tip of his thumb and you opened your mouth invitingly, wrapping your lips around his thumb. Steve’s eye stayed trained on your mouth; thoughts of them being wrapped around his dick rather than his thumb making him harder with each passing second.

You noticed his hungry gaze and to tease him just a bit you moved your hand over the prominent tent under his pants, softly pressed and squeezing his cock making him groan. You slowly unbuckled his belt making eye contact and unzipped his pants to pull his hard dick into your palm.

You slowly stroked his cock in your hand, rubbing your own thumb over the tip. Steve moaned softly at the feeling before pulling his thumb out of mouth and pulling you in a feverish kiss. His knees buckled as he got closer to a release simply by your hand. You liked the power you had but you saw the switch in Steve’s eyes and he remembered that he was going to take charge tonight.

“You had your fun?” he whispered huskily in your ear.

He softly combed his finger through your hair before tugging harshly and pushing down do you were on both your hands and knees now. You instantly stared and practically drooled over the size of Steve. It didn’t matter how many times he’s fucked you, you’d never be able to get over how big he was.

“You wanna suck my cock, baby?” Steve teased.

“Yes, please. I want you to fuck my mouth, Captain,” you said seducitvely.

“Fucking hell, baby girl.”

You leaned forward immediately and stared up at Steve with faux innocent eyes. He gathered your hair and you started bobbing your head up back and forth on his cock. You reached down your front; your pussy clenching around nothing desperate for some sort of stimulation.

“Hands where I can see them,” Steve yanked on your hair. You moaned around his cock, drool spilling from the sides of your mouth. You curled your fingers over his pants trying your best to suck on his dick. He looked down at your and the sight was a beauty.

You’ve sucked Steve’s dick before but he was usually sitting or laying on the bed and didn’t really ever get a good look at you; you always made him feel too good. But seeing you in your fullest right now, drooling, crying, moaning, he was pushed to the edge and he couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Fuck, sucking my cock so good. I’m gonna cum,” he grunted above you.

His hips started thrusting hitting the back of your throat and you squeezing his hips bracing yourself. You tried to breathe slowly through your nose as you slightly gagged on his cock. Your eyes rolled back and you felt his cum quickly going down your throat. You swallowed as best you could and the cum that drooled from the corners of your mouth you gathered with your fingers and sucked on them making eye contact with Steve, who panted heavily after his high.

“Fuck, baby. That deserves a reward doesn’t. You made your captain feel so good,” Steve kissed you softly.

Steve took his shirt off with eagerness; his chest was blushed from heat as were his cheeks, a layer of sweat coated his forehead and chest. He pulled his pants down and sat down on the bed. He laid back and grabbed your hand gentlemanly so you could straddle his face, a complete contrast to the energy in the room.

You smiled down at him combing your fingers softly through his hair. He kissed right above where you needed him most but ultimately gave in and kissed your clit. You sighed softly and bit your lip. His hands wrapped around the back of your thighs softly squeezing your cheeks with his hands.

His tongue dipped past your folds and you gasped at the feeling. He pulled his tongue out momentarily to wrap his lips around your clit. Your body shuddered feeling him suck hard. You couldn’t help the trembling in your legs.

Steve’s cheeks reddened even more under you but he loved it. His eyes were closed and all he could feel was you against his mouth perfectly; he was heaven. You moaned loudly above him and soon enough that coil bubbling in the pit of your stomach burst and you practically gushed all over Steve’s face.

You fell forward and Steve sat up immediately flipped over your tired body and towered over you. He kissed you softly and you moaned into his mouth. He got off of you and the whimper you made felt pathetic.

“Awe, you gonna cry? Pathetic little whore desperate for my cock,” his words made you whined again and squirm. He walked back to you holding his belt in hand and you literally shook in anticipation.

“Arms up baby girl,” Steve smirked.

While Steve wrapped the belt around you and you couldn’t help the smile lovingly at him. Steve noticed your beautiful smile and kissed you before going back to buckle the belt around wrists.

“What’s with the grin, beauty?”

“I like this side of you,” you whispered.

“I like this side of me too,” he winked.

He kissed down your arms to your chest; his tongue playfully licked your nipple before nipping the bud with his teeth. Steve had enough teasing himself and the ache in his dick was becoming more and more unbearable with each passing second.

“You’re gonna keep those hands there and you’re not cum until I say so, got it?” Steve grabbed your chin to make you look at him directly. You nodded eagerly.

“Yes, Captain,” He clarified.

“Yes, Captain.”

“Good girl.”

Steve slid into you effortlessly; you’re slick and Steve’s saliva making it easy for him to thrust into you. You bit down hard on your bottom lip trying your best to suffice a moan. Steve moaned softly before kissing you once again. As he slowly and torturously moved in and out of you, it became increasingly harder to keep your hands where they were.

“Fuck, Captain; I want to touch you so bad,” you whined.

“I know you do; that’s what makes this so fun,” he wrapped his hand around your throat.

“I can feel ya clenching around me dick hard, baby. Do you wanna cum? You wanna make a mess all over my dick?” he mocked.

“Yes! Please, Captain. Please let me cum!”

“Wait baby, you’re gonna wait until your captain cums first and you can let it go. Don’t you dare cum until I say so,” he squeezed the sides of your throat perfectly making you nearly pass out in pleasure.

Your hips squirmed and wiggled with each thrust; Steve brushing your G Spot perfectly. Tears brimmed your eyes as you desperately held back your climax. As much as you’d love to see how Steve would punish you, you were so beyond exhausted that you didn’t think you could handle any more releases.

Steve kept his eyes locked with your and when he saw the tears falling from the outer corners of your eyes he grunted loudly moving his hips even more so wildly; the headboard of the bed smacking against the wall over and over again. You screamed in pleasure and your body shook. Tears emitted rapidly down your temples soaking your pillow and sheets but you loved every goddamn second of it.

Steve kissed you messily, lustfully, sloppy, passionately. Your wrists tugged on the belt in an attempt to free the restraints; you just wanted to hold him but not being able to was so arousing.

“You ready, baby?” Steve growled, all that came from you were shrieks and whines.

“You’ve been such a good girl for your Captain. Let go, baby. I’m right there with ya,” Steve rested his forehead against yours.

You looked into his eyes once more before your orgasm ripped through harshly and your body writhed and trembled under him. Steve’s eyes screwed shut as his hips dug into yours with one last thrust spilling inside you perfectly.

His arms gave out and he fell on top of you lightly pressing faint kisses to your hot skin. He barely lifted his head enough to see the wrists and lazily nbound them. In an instant you wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders clinging desperately onto him making him chuckled lightly.

“Fuck, Steve. Oh my god, I love you. I love you so much,” you painted.

“I love you too baby girl,” he whispered petting the back of your head softly.

“That was incredible! The team needs to tease you more often if that’s the outcome, holy shit,” you cupped his face and he smiled innocently at you.

“I didn’t hurt you or anything?” he asked, grabbing your wrists softly.

“It kinda stings, but if I get to cum like that again, that’s a sacrifice I’m more than willing to pay,” you said, making him laugh.

Steve cleaned both of you up quickly, changing the sheets and pillow cases while you showered, before crawling into bed with you. You clung onto him, wrapping your arms and legs around him. The meeting between your thighs already began to burn deliciously, the feeling of Steve still inside you. You buried your face into his neck pressing kisses and nipping playfully at his skin before ultimately falling into a deep and peaceful sleep.

The next morning, Steve had tried to wake you but you groaned and nearly cried from how sore you were. You pouted like a child who didn't want to go to school, and because Steve loves you so much he let you stay in bed.

“I’m going to fill out some paperwork and check in on training and I’ll be back as soon as possible. With food,” he winked.

When Steve got there he wasn’t going to lie, it felt everyone could see right through him; like they know he fucked your brains out to the point where you couldn’t walk but no one said a thing. He went into the conference room to do paperwork like he told you and headed to the gym when he was finished.

“Hey, Steve,” Nat said after pining Peter down on the mat.

“How’s training?”

“Not good!” Peter groaned.

“He’s getting there,” Nat smirked, “Where’s Y/n?”

“She’s not feeling too well, so she stayed home.”

“Aw, maybe I should come by and-”

“No she’s ok,” Steve blurted out.

Nat squinted her eyes at him suspiciously before she noticed the many hickies and bite marks on Steve’s shoulder, barely peeking out from under his shirt. She smirked and noticed Steve beginning to blush.

“Run her a bath, get her the rose scented lotion she likes a lot, and give her a massage. From the looks of it, she needs one.”

“Thanks,” Steve said quickly before running off to get back home to the love of his life.

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slytherins-heir · 3 years

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𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 : 𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘦, 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : 18+ 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠/𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹/𝘱𝘸𝘱/𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬/𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.... 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵 yes, i was kinda fucked up when i wrote this shhh

Niragi x Reader smut Word count - 2,600

»————-　♡　————-« You really shouldn’t challenge Niragi, everyone knows that, but you couldn’t deny the aftermath of challenging him was always worth it, even though he knew exactly what you wanted from him, he still couldn’t believe you’d have the balls to even think of challenging him . Especially in public, the way he’d tilt his head at you and stick his tongue in his cheek. ‘’You might want to watch yourself before you get yourself in trouble, babygirl.’’ he said with a laugh, the venom in his voice mixed with the cocky smirk plastered on his face always set something off within you. And that’s how you ended up here, the dimly lit room with your bare back pressed up against the cool wall. With Niragi’s tall frame pressed against you, holding you up by your ass as your legs wrapped around him. Your mind raced with the thoughts of all the things that happened after this point so many times. Ripping you out of your thoughts, you felt Niragi bite your lip definitely too hard considering you felt the skin rip and blood drip down your chin. It shouldn’t have sent you over the edge, but it did. The moan you let out was sinful, causing him to grind up into your clothed cunt before quickly pulling you both away from the wall to the bed, him literally throwing you onto it causing your body to bounce. You took the opportunity of him placing himself on top of you, moving his mouth to your neck, most likely to cover you in bites. Your hands wrapped in his long hair, caused the usual ‘’N-Niragi.. Please..’’ you couldn’t finish your sentence but he knew exactly what you were almost begging for. Your whole body felt on fire, he had broken you down once again. Niragi was always dangerous, especially if he knew he affected you like this. He said nothing but chuckle, before quickly flipping you over and pulling your pants and underwear down. An intense burn radiated over one of your ass cheeks, his large hand coming full force on the bare skin causing to you to whine, definitely showing how desperately you wanted nothing more than to cum around his thick cock. Along with shifting of weight on the bed behind you, a sensation causing your arms to go weak leaving the top half of your body limp on the bed, eyes rolling back in your head. Niragi expertly ran his long tongue up where you needed him the most. With your almost fully limp body, he wrapped his arms underneath your thighs, making the feeling of his tongue never escape you as he held your dripping pussy against his face. One minute he would angle so he could suck on your throbbing clit, to licking long slow stripes, to giving you little kitten licks causing your legs to vibrate, silently begging him to let you cum. But you know that won’t happen yet, he likes to wait until it hurts you, til you’re a crying mess begging for him to fuck you. Just as you were about to finally cum, Niragi pulled his mouth away for a second. You cried out at the loss of the orgasm he denied you of, tears finally dripping down your cheeks onto the bed sheets. As you opened your mouth to beg him, Niragi slowly pushed his tongue into you, slowly fucking you with it and you realise that you never paid attention to long his tongue was before. Niragi quickly started to fuck you faster, the feeling from before fastly approaching. You cried out

‘’I-I need you’’. You barely managed to get the words out, Niragi had you just where he liked it. But he wanted to hear something, and what he wants, he gets. He pulled himself away from your pussy, making you whine once again, but still close enough so you can feel his hot breath fan across the area he was abusing a few moments ago. ‘’What is it? What do you need?’’ you could sense the smirk that would be plastered across his face just then. You couldn’t help but beg, you wanted, no needed it, so bad. ‘’Please, I need it.. I need you to fuck me.’’ you said, almost unintelligibly, your voice weak and whiny just proving your desperation. Niragi finally caved, the sound of neediness along with the sound of pure corruption in your voice made him growl, pulling away from you. Your body was quickly pulled into his bare lap, when he took off his trousers..you have no idea. It was rare, actually.. He never let you on top before, so thinking for your benefit was the wrong thing to do. You shifted your weight so you were straddling his waist before you slowly sunk yourself down on his angry looking cock. The sight of him leaning back, his usual black half tied up hair down with one side slightly hanging in his face, his arms stretched out smirking at you mixed with the feeling of getting completely stretched while bottoming out on his dick was enough to make you cum,

Usually Niragi wouldn’t take his time at this part, when it comes to this, he’s all about making you surrender to what he wants, to do nothing but make sure he fucks you, knowing well that he basically owned you at this point. Niragi knew you would never be able to get satisfied by anyone but him anymore. He would never admit it, but he couldn’t get satisfied by anyone either. Yeah they feared him, yeah he corrupts them, but none of them ever match the feeling of either of your holes wrapped around him. This time was different though, he didn’t grab your hips and fuck up into you like his life depended on it like you expected. Instead he just sat there in the same position. ‘’Niragi please… I’ve already begged’’ you whined with the neediest expression he had ever seen, hopefully thinking he would take pity on how desperate you were, considering you were grinding your hips down on his long length to get some sort of stimulation. That’s when you felt his hand roughly grab your face, pressing in on your cheeks to the point it hurt, he took his other hand and placed his long middle finger into your mouth urging you to suck on it. Niragi watched your pink lips wrap around it, slowly taking it more and more in until you reached his knuckle before releasing it and then repeating the same action over and over again.

‘’Oh no, I’m not going to fuck you’’ he smirked, his fingers still harshly pressing into your face, holding you close to him. The confusion on your face made this even more enjoyable for him. As he slowly pulled his finger from your warm mouth he spoke, his voice sounding rough, ‘’since you’re such a desperate fucking slut for my dick, you’re gonna do it yourself.’’ He said before drawing you in to drag his teeth over your bottom lip

‘’You.. You can’t do that’’ you moaned, breath fanning across his face. Niragi let out his usual sinister, insincere chuckle. ‘’But I can. You think I’m doing this for me? You’re so desperate for me to fuck you because you know no one else can fuck you like i do.’’ he whispered just loud enough for you to hear. ‘’I can go find any hole after this, but you? You know you’re just gonna crave more of my cock, like you always do. You’re just my pathetic whore.. prove to me how much you want me to fuck you.’’ his words had you lost for breath, the venom in his voice making you shake in his lap, you couldn’t put a sentence together so pathetically you just nodded, the feeling of need too strong for your brain to work. ‘’Did you hear me? I haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already fucked out. Go on y/n, use me.’’ You slowly started coming around, grinding your hips down on him finally stimulating the need you had, but it wasn’t enough. You slowly started to bounce up and down on his length, it hitting your g-spot every single time causing tears to run down your cheeks again. Niragi slipped his hand to your throat, before tutting loudly. ‘’That’s the best you can do? You really are my useless slut.’’ all of a sudden his voice turned more sinister than usual, ‘’i told you to fucking do something, how hard is it to make yourself cum all over me?’’ he almost shouted in your face before flipping you both over, his grip never letting up on your throat as genuine anger took over him because of you not following the rules.. Niragi hates nothing more. You felt him tighten his grasp around your throat, causing your mouth to fall open in hopes of getting some much needed oxygen. Instead he took the chance to spit on you, some landing on your face, more landing in your mouth. The action was so filthy but only intensified the fire inside of you. Another slap resounded in the room, this time on your face before you were roughly flipped back on your chest, your ass facing him. You felt a cold drip on your hole along with his thumb grazing over the sensitive area. Shivers ran down your spine as you realised what he was gonna do. Once again he took you through a loop, quickly shoving his full dick right into your sopping folds. You screamed at the stretch, not expecting it but luckily the pillows that your face was currently buried in dulled the sound.

Niragi didn’t wait even a split second before he started fucking you from behind, your walls clenching around him with every single movement he made. The sounds of both of your moans was a delicacy.. But Niragi’s alone were animalistic as usual, the thing that wasn’t usual was the feeling of pressure being added to the whole he wasn’t currently fucking. He sunk his thumb right into your ass, almost as to have a stronger grip on you, but the feeling alone made you tighten around him as you reached your first orgasm of the night. Your body shook violently, Niragi not letting you even catch a breath and continued driving into you for his own pleasure. ‘’You can take it can’t you? You’re my little toy remember, don’t disappoint me whore’’ with every single insult you could feel another wave of pleasure quickly rushing up on you, his thumb still buried in your hole while he abused your cunt. You could hear how wet you were, the noise every time he thrusted into you was the nastiest sound and you ever heard. You tilted your head to the side to get some air, when you felt his hand repeatedly make contact with your ass as he picked up his speed. You felt the hole with his thumb become empty, the feeling making you moan at the loss of contact. Niragi pulled out of your heat, not giving you time to complain. He stood at the side of the bed, dragging you backwards towards him leaving you in the same position. Placing himself between your legs he shoved his length back into you, his hands holding up your hips with the rest of your body limp and flat on the bed as he continued to use you. The pleasure was unreal, being completely defenseless at this point, along with being completely fucked out but in so much pleasure you let him. You’d always let him, you were completely wrapped around his finger. He knew he could have you whenever, wherever and however he pleased. He was keeping a steady, harsh and rough pace, at least until you felt another orgasm sneak up on you. You weren’t even thinking before you pretty much screamed out, ‘’more, please daddy’’, you realised soon after as you felt his pace slow and stutter for a second. Fear washed over you in fear of his reaction, but what did happen.. You didn’t expect it. From behind you, you hear the lowest groan possible along with a ‘’fuck’’ before he dug his nails into your hips hard enough to mark, as he pulled your ass flat to his pelvis, his cock going even deeper into your cunt. You almost screamed out again but your voice betrayed you and broke, so you just pathetically whisper screamed. Niragi used the slightly new position to his advantage, using the force that he applied thrusting into you he caught both of your arms, almost lifting you off the bed as he slammed into your body, not missing a beat. He had fucked you into even more submission than you thought was possible. ‘’Come on, say it again’’ he said breathily, slowly losing his composure, ‘’who owns you? Who owns this tight little cunt? Who’s the only one that can fuck you this good?’’ he spoke, his words mixed with the need to cum, sent you into overdrive. ‘’You.. You do daddy..please let me cum’’ you begged, Niragi threw his head back and swore under his breath before roughly dropping your body and fucking you with everything he had in him, his own release fastly approaching. He never let up once, you knew you weren’t going to be walking for at least a month. ‘’Yeah? Daddy’s little slut wants to cum?’’ he said patronisingly, where you nodded in reply. Another harsh pain dispersed across your ass. Your brain had officially shut down, only moans of the words ‘’please’’ and ‘’daddy’’ making it out of your mouth. The overstimulation was beyond normal now, but you loved how it hurt. ‘’Is my little bitch gonna cum? You gonna make a mess all over daddy’s dick?’’ he said cockily, feeling your walls tighten around him unbelievably tight as he fucked you through another orgasm, at this point you’ve lost count. You also became a whole mess right in front of him, shaking but trying to beg for him to fuck you more, already feeling another creep up on you and you swear to yourself he’s never lasted this long anymore. Just as if he read your thoughts you heard his voice break through the animalistic sounds coming from both of you. ‘’You can take one more, daddy’s gonna fill this cunt up with his cum. You’d like that wouldn’t you?’’ he said, slightly leaning down to pull your hair slightly and turn your face to the side before once again spitting on your face, then following it with a hard slap. The way he treated you like a fuck toy shouldn’t have been something you liked, but all you wanted was to be used by him, to be corrupted more and more every single time. The last action finally pushing Niragi to his release. The way your walls clenched and he felt your wetness pool everywhere broke the band in him as he fucked you through both of your orgasms, your whole body vibrated from the pleasure of your own orgasm and the warmth of his cum finally filling you up. Niragi didn’t let up the assault on your pussy until he drained absolutely every drop of cum into you, slowing down but still fucking his release deeper in you. Eventually both of your releases were over, and you were both panting messes, you mostly. Niragi leaned down to your ear and whispered, ‘’from now on, I’m your daddy.’’

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golddaggers · 4 years

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not my gif just randomly taken out of google

pairing: thor x reader

warnings: it’s nsfw, if you squint, there’s a bit of a breeding kink.

a/n: twice in the same week??? i feel so proud of myself xD but i am hopeful you will enjoy it! leave likes, reblogs or maybe some comments if you do.

word count: about 1,5k. a quick little ditty.

It was the last thing you should be doing.

Still, as your hips ground against his, you couldn’t find in yourself to think why it was so bad. You were both in need of releasing tension. What a better way to do that if not in bed? Sure, it wasn’t healthy. Most of the time you hated each other. Always bickering, with bitter remarks about battle stances. You’d say he was always relying on his hammer instead of having a proper fight technique and he’d reply you weren’t exactly playing on muscle strength when using your sorceress powers. It would go on forever if the others wouldn’t chime in saying you were being annoying.

Much to your surprise, you found him alone drinking. It’d been a rough week. You shouldn’t be so baffled he’d turn to alcohol when you were about to do the same. Sitting side by side, a few drinks on you, you realised he wasn’t so bad after all. Thor could be a nice company if he wanted to. Lighthearted jokes and pearly white smiles. Tomorrow you’d blame it on being intoxicated, but you were, doubtlessly, into him.

The invite over to your home hadn’t been awkward. Thor accepted it without even blinking twice. An arm wrapping around your shoulders as you both swayed your way out of the dimly lit club. Neither could drive, so you walked. His skin against yours was electrical. Literally. You winced in pain when the shock first hit you, hearing his hoarse voice apologise, thick in his own inebriation.

Your place wasn’t far. After a few minutes long walk, you were there, fumbling with the keys, trying to get the right one in the lock. As soon as the door clicked closed, he pressed you against it, the lips you fancied kissing on your neck, his warm tongue on your skin, sucking, marking while his hands squeezed your bare arms. It was a summer night, so you were dressed in short Levi’s shorts and an off-shoulder beige shirt.

A strangled sound slipped when he pulled in down, revealing the black strapless bra you had on. You’d be in serious trouble with your neighbours, because the way Thor kept touching you, you simply couldn’t tone it down, moans growing louder as his beard burned each little bit of skin it touched. As if you weren’t in enough trouble as it was, hooking up with a colleague. This sort of thing was forbidden, a sane bit of your brain tried to convince you. But the horny one shrugged it off.

For a few moments, you just made out. His hands pulled you up to wrap your legs around him, your nails digging into his back, within his white t-shirt, as your lips were entangled, a mess of saliva and tongues. There was nothing sweet. Or romantic. This was all about tension. And boy did you two had a lot of it. His hard-on pressed against you just right. You rolled back against him, borderlining a scream.

He hooks his fingers to the cups of your bra, pulling so your boobs spill out. The kneading is hard, you almost whimper in pain, but it sends a tingle down to your core, where you’re sure you’re a sopping mess by now. Thor’s mouth starts sucking on one of your nipples, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. A syrupy feeling clouds your brain, and you found yourself whispering his name over and over.

Effortlessly he takes you to the bedroom, questioning in a half snarl where it was, so you point towards it, shaky. Your back falls to the soft sheets you’ve set your bed with, a loud squeal slipping from you, and again when he rips the shorts in half, showing the purple panties you were wearing. A plea for him to not do the same to your shirt falls from your lips.

There’s a mirror in front of your bed, in which you can visualise your state. Your lips are swollen, hair all frizzy and out of place. Both your shirt and bra are pooled by your waistline. The remains of your shorts fall off when you stand up, to remove them properly. Thor does the same, stripping off the white shirt and dark jeans, kicking off the sneakers as well.

You watch, holding your breath. He’s so gorgeous. Tight and muscly. He feels like he’s made out of marble. A greek god embodied. Deep blue eyes stare at you then, eating you alive, like a hunter does its prey. You swallow hard, chewing your bottom lip, quaking in anticipation. Breathing comes out in ragged pants as he walks in your direction.

His voice whispers a “c’mere.”, low, raspy. You’re putty, unsure if your legs will support you any longer, but they do. This man radiates heat, you feel warm all over, though you aren’t sure if it has to do with his body heat or your own arousal. Slick is dripping from you.

"So wet for me…" He grunts, biting down on your bottom lip, "Tell me, how do you want me?"

Your lips part. You weren't expecting that. He'd been leading all along, calling the shots. And you've allowed him to do so. The tip of his fingers brush your clit, and your forehead falls to his chest, a hand on his forearm, trying to support yourself.

It's gentle, the way he's touching you. A thumb circling your nub, the tip of his index finger on your wet entrance, teasing. Your grip on him tightens.

"I want your fingers, inside me," You manage to say, your mouth open against the tanned skin of his chest, "Please."

The index slides easily to the knuckle and you roll your eyes. He doesn't rush, going in… Then out. A soft moan slips from you. It pains you that he's going so slow, the throbbing intensifying every time his palm hits your clit and the finger inside curls, touching you ever so intimately.

"More," Again, it sounds pathetic, a needy girl, "I can take more than that. Please give me more than that."

There's no need to look at him to know he has a smug grin on his face. You've known him for too long to not know it. Nevertheless, he complies, sliding another one, not once changing the speed. Goosebumps prickled your skin, you were almost crying with how much you needed him.

He pulls out the second he realises your breathing getting irregular, your teeth biting harder on his peck. You were just on the edge. It's no surprise a groan bubbles on your throat, he chuckles, stealing a kiss from you.

In the weak light of your room, you've never seen a man so handsome. Blond hair dishevelled, pink lips plump and parted. His body, a wonder.

"Want you to cum around me." Thor whispers, hoisting you up again, back pressed to the wall. "Are you going to be good for me, sweetheart?"

His eyes are glossy with desire, underneath you, you feel his dick, hard and throbbing. The air was heavy with desire. Of course you wanted him inside you, stretching and filling you up. So you tell him, breathlessly, "Yes". Thor seems to swell with pride, he loves having that effect on you.

The room spins when he pushes inside, it's better than you thought it'd be. Your hands grasp his broad shoulders, it's a hopeful way to cope with everything that you're feeling. You could swear even your insides were twitching.

Much like his fingers, he goes in and out slowly. Grunting like an enraged animal against your neck, squeezing your ass, leaving hand prints behind for sure, bringing your hips toward his with a slap.

You mumble his name, bringing his head up for a sloppy kiss, your hands securing his cheeks, a burn feeling against your palms. No one had even come closer to making you feel this way, trembling with each snap of his, the subtle bump against your clit as he tried to sink deeper into you.

"Gonna' cum," Blinded your pleasure, you throw your head back. "So fucking hard."

"Come on, baby girl, around me, yeah?" His nose nudges your cheek, him too is getting sloppier.

It's overwhelming when it does happen. A rubber band snapping, and you scream, scratching your nails down his back. Shaking. Lucky you his grip was strong, grounding in place, otherwise you would've fallen to the group, your whole body turning to Jell-O.

"F-fuck," You stutter, feeling him still rutting, searching for his own release.

"I'll fill you up," Thor says, rough, "Fill you with my babies. Gonna' swell your belly with them."

Somewhere inside you, you know it's wrong, you can barely stand each other, but at this point you don't mind. An itching to feel him spend himself inside you, feel hot and wet, filled up with his cum. Which happens soon, you know it's cornering him when he squeezes your waistline.

Then he caves. And lets out a sound that makes you clench. Hot. That was what he was. A bloody handsome guy who had made you fall apart like it was your regular Thursday. And when he places you in bed, wrapping himself around your body, there's a sense of familiarity you can't shake it off.

Maybe tomorrow you'll regret it. Tonight, though, tonight you're gonna live like there's no tomorrow.

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narakurosaki · 3 years

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equivalent exchange 6/?

summary: ed experiences pain during a rainstorm. thankfully, winry is there to help.

rating: t

words: 1860

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He wakes in a cold sweat, golden eyes focused on the spinning blades of the ceiling fan, a gasp leaving his lips. His left leg—what’s left of it—burns, as though someone was deliberately digging hot knives into his skin, twisting them around and tearing away at his muscle. It’s nothing new; it was the price one paid when having automail installed, and he’d dealt with the agonizing, sleepless nights for years.

He can hear the wind howling outside, the deafening tapping of a tree branch against the window. Rain pours against the roof of the Rockbell family home, and for a brief moment, he hopes the repair to the roof he’d made earlier was keeping water out of the attic. The change in the barometric pressure explains his agony, at least.

He drags his upper body up, pushing himself back towards the headboard with his hands. His right arm—his now flesh arm—struggles with the task, his muscles still not on level with the rest of his body. A dull ache spreads across his shoulder blade like a lightning bolt; the automail may be gone, but the scar tissue beneath his skin serves as a reminder of what once was. Pathetically, he cradles his metal leg to his chest, fingers poking and prodding at the skin around his port. If he could massage it, maybe the pain would subside. If not, he’d end up vomiting his dinner on the old floorboards.

The presence beside him stirs. He glances to his right, watching Winry’s hand desperately search for the warmth of his body. She groans when she comes up empty.

“Ed…?” Her eyes are still closed, voice rough with sleep. Still, her hand searches, and Edward can’t help but to offer her his hand. Their fingers interlock.

“I’m right here, Win,” he manages to sound as normal as possible. Maybe, if he played it off right, she would believe he’d woken to use the bathroom. The last thing he wanted was to worry her.

A moan, and she turns onto her side, facing him. He watches her eyes twitch, lids fluttering open. He can barely see the blue behind her lashes. “Why are you awake?”

He’s never been able to lie to her. And, even when he did, he’d never been particularly good at it. Winry knew him like the back of her hand—she’s been his best-friend since childhood; now, she’s the woman he proclaimed his love for after returning home. Any lie he came up with, she could see right through. What use was it to give her the bathroom story? What use was it for her to discover the truth in the morning, when the bags were beneath his eyes and he struggled to stay awake, when the rain continued and he remained in bed for the entirety of the day?

A pain branches out from his port, spreading upwards to his thigh. For a moment, he swears the pain spreads down his automail, lighting up every pain receptor that no longer existed. His metal toes curl, and he draws his leg closer to his chest, letting go of Winry’s hand. “Shit!”

He’s never seen her move faster than in that moment. In his peripheral vision, Winry sits up, turning her body towards him. Her eyes are wide and alert, sleep having been forgotten, and her hands forcefully pull away the covers. She eyes his port, then the window, then his face. He hasn’t seen such a look on her since Alphonse had carried his bloodied body to her doorstep that fateful night.

“Aspirin,” she mumbles, somewhat incoherently, nodding to herself. “You need aspirin. And… and wet, hot towels. Maybe a hot bath, if you can move.”

In this moment, she isn’t his girlfriend, she is Winry Rockbell, daughter of the doctors Rockbell, automail mechanic and engineer, and amateur surgeon. Her mind runs at a mile a minute, mentally checking off possible solutions. She’s advised her clients of remedies for the debilitating pain that came with automail installation, but she’s never dealt with it firsthand. She’s never dealt with it in the middle of the night. She’s never dealt with it when the one in agony was her boyfriend.

The pain comes in waves, radiating into his hip, shooting down a limb that no longer existed. His stomach churns, bile burning his throat. This was it. He was going to vomit, and on the floor of Winry’s bedroom if he didn’t hurry and make a run for the bathroom.

He moves in a daze, barely hearing Winry’s protests from the bed. The weight of his body on his leg worsens the pain, and he swears that the rod drilled into his femur is splintering the bone. The hallway spins as he exits the bedroom. Thankfully, the bathroom isn’t far. Each step he takes, however, is unbearable. He fumbles with the doorknob and forces his way inside, collapsing in front of the toilet. He heaves into the bowl until the contents of his stomach are evacuated. Edward struggles to catch his breath between episodes, coughing and spitting out the taste of being ill. A hand settles on his upper back and rubs him in a soothing manner. He knows it’s Winry kneeling beside him, gathering his hair and holding it back. He vomits again until his stomach is emptied, dry heaving shortly afterward. In his ear, he hears her whisper, “Shh, it’s okay, Ed. It’s going to be okay.”

“Is it?” A stupid question to ask. As a storm left, it took the pain with it. He was always okay afterward, no real damage done. He’d often contemplating clawing at his automail when the pain became too much to bear—when his right arm was made of metal, the agony spread throughout his entire body. Alphonse could only watch from a distance as his brother writhed in pain, unwilling to voice his troubles to his little brother.

“It is,” she reassures, pressing her lips to his temple. He spits into the toilet. “I’m going to draw you a hot bath. That should help somewhat with the pain. While it fills, I’ll grab you some water and aspirin, okay?”

There’s no use in arguing with her. It’s late and he’s sitting on the bathroom floor, breath smelling vile, hair disheveled, a pathetic mess. He reaches for the chain and tugs, flushing the toilet. He gives a stiff nod.

Winry rises to her feet, flips on the light switch, and walks to the tub. She turns on the faucet, allowing it to run a moment while she tests the temperature with her finger. When she’s satisfied with the result, she reaches into the tub and clogs the drain. “Alright, Ed,” her hands settle beneath the pits of his arms. She tugs, and he stands with her assistance. “You get in, I’ll be right back.”

Another stiff nod. He begins to remove his boxers as Winry exits the bathroom, closing the door behind her. He bends forward, pulling his underwear down to his feet, and carefully steps out of them. The cool air nips at his bare skin. Quickly, he climbs into the tub and settles in the hot water. His skin is set ablaze due to the drastic change in temperature. He straightens his left leg, hanging his foot over the edge. The pain in his thigh has yet to dull. He sinks nose deep into the water and closes his eyes. Maybe, if he focuses on something else…

But the bathroom door opens, and Winry enters with a sympathetic look. He straightens his posture, bangs dripping water. “Okay, open your mouth.”

He does as instructed. Winry sets the aspirin on his tongue and offers him the glass of water. He takes it in his grasp and takes a swig, swallowing the medication. He hands the glass back to Winry, who sets it beside the sink. “You think this’ll work?”

She offers a shrug. “I’m hoping it will at least make it bearable.”

Suddenly, she’s lifting her shirt over her head. Edward’s eyes widen, glueing themselves to her bared breasts. His cheeks grow hot, something he can blame on the water. “What the hell are you doing?” he splutters.

“Oh, shut up,” she grumbles. She hooks her thumbs in the waistbands of her shorts snd underwear, and tugs them down her legs. His eyes travel down her naked body, settling on the tuft of coarse blonde hair between her legs. “You’ve literally been inside of me three times. How can you continue to act like such a prude?”

He forces himself to look at her face. There’s a dusting of pink spread across her cheeks. She could call him a prude all she wanted, at least he could tell that she was just as nervous as he was. “I’m not a prude…”

“No,” she begins, lifting her leg and stepping into the tub, “you’re just a bit of a pervert. Don’t think I didn’t notice your staring. Now move so I can sit.”

And just like that, his embarrassment is replaced with fear. He spreads his legs to make room for her, but scoots back as far as he can. “Don’t sit on my dick!”

Her head whips around as she lowers herself into the water. The glare on her face is deadly. “I’m not going to sit on your dick! God, can you just shut up for a second? Give me your leg.”

She settles between his legs, back against his chest. He offers her his leg, and her hands wrap around the skin above his port. She begins to knead the muscles beneath his skin. “Does this hurt?”

Between the temperature of the water, the distraction a naked Winry provided, and the massage she was giving him, he’d managed to forget the pain even existed. It’s started to fade, no where near as terrible as when he’d awoken. The deep ache he’d felt within his bone is no longer constant; the stabbing of the muscles around his port dulls; the churning in his stomach had vanished. He feels like he can finally breathe. “No. Feels good, actually.”

His head falls forward, nose burying itself in Winry’s hair. He inhales her scent—sunlight, floral, the faint hint of grease—and closes his eyes. His arms wrap around her frame, hugging her close to his chest. It momentarily interrupts her work, forcing her to untangle herself from him in order to continue.

“How’s your scar?”

He offers a lazy shrug. “It aches, but it isn’t bad.”

“You should exercise it more to break up the accumulated scar tissue,” she murmurs softly. Edward finds that her fingers lose their rhythm against his thigh. She leans against him and sighs.

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

She giggles. “All the time.”

“Mm.” He lifts his head, right hand cupping her chin. Gently, he tilts her head backward, smiling down at her. “Well, all the time isn’t enough. I need to do it more.”

“I suppose I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

He presses his lips to hers in a loving kiss, his pain having melted away.

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articharys · 3 years

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Ignore if you don't want to write it but maybe Spencer and reader get drunk & smoke after a case, (how they relax after a tough one) and end up admitting their feelings for eachother (they're best friends) and end up having sex. ???

Ok I literally just got this ask but I love It so I’m writing it.

requests are open btw, please send some in :)

warnings: sex, drinking, uses of weed, swearing. i think that's it

After every hard case, you and your best friend, Spencer Reid, would head to either one of your apartments and relax. And by relax you meant getting way too drunk and or high to comprehend the things coming out of your mouth. It had almost become a tradition. Of course, not having a filter when drunk meant you didn’t really care what you said (within reason) and that was never a good idea around Spencer.

You had developed a crush on the doctor after a year in the BAU, it was a gradual thing that started when one day he brought you your favourite drink into work. And yes, you did work out the exact day you fell for your best friend but that’s beside the point.

Spencer came in, hair drenched from the rain outside and holding one of those disposable cups from your favourite coffee shop

His face broadened into a big smile as he saw you battling all your paperwork at your desk,

“good morning, thought you would need this.” He said, dropping your drink of at the side of the desk and moving towards his own.

“you’re the best you know that”

“I know”

“oi, earth to y/n?” spencer questioned, pulling you out of your daydream and back into the bottle he was holding in front of you. You turn and face Spencer, limbs getting tangled in the process.

Smoke rolls out of Spencer’s lips shielding his face from view before reappearing before you could complain.

“ok that one definitely looked like a cloud.” You said, voice slurred slightly as the alcohol caught up to you.

Spencer disagrees for the twentieth time saying “no that just looked like a blob. Let me try again” before bringing the joint back to his lips and taking another slow drag, eyes half-lidded as he stares down at the glowing cherry growing dangerously close to his fingers. His eyes slip shut, his head tilts back, and a few thick, perfect smoke rings slip free from his pursed lips.

A flash of light brown peeks through his lashes, making sure you were watching. “Show-off,” you accuse. He only smirks and moves on to a different topic of conversation.

His smirk makes your heartbeat faster, but you don’t dwell on it for two long as Spencer comes closer to you to pass the bottle of some alcohol you forgot the name of, but once the bottle was passed he didn’t stop and instead moved between your legs. Your back pressed hard on the coffee table behind you while Spencer placed his hands your thighs before his eyelids drooped.

You grab onto Spencer’s shoulders to steady him and ask, “you ok there spence?”

“just peachy, thank you.” Spencer moved closer to you, seemingly taking in everything he could about you, “you are very pretty y/n, so pretty”

A blush appeared on your face and before you knew it Spencer’s mouth was on yours. A mix of alcohol and weed invaded your senses and though it was a weird combination it was still somewhat comforting.

Though Reid sat between your legs you somehow made your way onto his lap,

“I feel tall now, you’re a tall ass guy” you say, thinking of the first thing that comes to mind and saying it out loud. It doesn’t last long because as soon as you finish your babbling Spencer kisses you again, harder this time. After a while you start to really work your hips into him, feeling your own desire burning.

You sit back grinding into him as you take another drag and he runs his hands over your torso, cupping your breasts through your shirt and pushing the offending material up and off you. He hungrily kisses between your breasts and stretches an arm behind you to unclasp your bra. He watches you exhale again. You pass it back to him and toss your bra to the side while he hits the dwindling length of the joint. He’s all soft smiles and heavy eyes as he lays his back of the front of his sofa. You follow him, pressing your exposed bodies together.

“You feel good” you say, kissing your way across his chest, teasing a nipple with your tongue and making him squirm and laugh a little more than normal.

"I’m so good right now," he smiles, taking one last long drag off the joint as you’re venturing lower, kissing his stomach and hips, hands finally reaching to his fly. You look up and watch him lick his thumb and forefinger pressing them quickly to the burning end of the joint, extinguishing what’s left before placing it with the tin on the coffee table in front of you both.

You press your mouth against his boxer clad erection protruding from his open fly, drawing slow open mouth kisses up its length. You feel him extend an arm and run a hand up and down your back and you know what he means. Every touch, every sensation feels heightened and magnified.

His fingertips turn your skin to Goosebumps and you’re all too willing to follow that hand back up and let him pull you close to him. He pushes down his jeans and you separate momentarily to rid yourself of the rest of your own clothing. All you want right now is to feel his naked body against yours, and he seems to sense this, or need the same, as he rolls you over and climbs on top of you the second you’ve both discarded your pants and underwear.

He kisses you and you can feel his erection pressed against your thigh, so you reach down to tug it gently in your hands. He moans into your mouth, tongue never leaving yours and traces his own hand down your body, stopping briefly to roll a nipple between his fingers. “Spencer, please,” you whine, arching against him and tightening your grip on his dick so he understands the urgency in your voice.

Your limbs feel slow and weighted, but your body responds to his touch amazingly quick and you can feel the pleasure radiating through you from where he’s touching.

You align his dick with yourself and look up at him with pleading eyes, you moan as he sinks into your pussy and at the same time he lowers himself down against your body.

You’re momentarily lost in sensory overload. His fingers start rubbing circles against your clit and you moan at the added sensation of having him inside you and stretching you out. His mouth is at your neck, kissing, licking, sucking a trail up and down in between your ear and shoulder, every touch adding to the building pleasure.

He starts to move, pumping slowly in and out of you and his breathless gasps and abbreviated moans tells you it feels as good for him as it does for you. His hand against your clit is sending coursing pleasure through you and you feel yourself already starting to clench as your grind back against him, meeting each of his slow, measured thrusts. It’s like you can feel every inch of him inside you, pressing all the way into you.

You bury yourself against his neck, moaning into his ear and drinking in his smell of complimentary soap and marijuana, the faintest tinges of sweat and alcohol permeating through the mask.

You feel him filling every inch of you and your body starts to shake against him, right on the brink of orgasm. His fingers are still working your clit and you feel them speed up, knowing how close you are. You’re consumed by a dizzying burst of pleasure as your climax begins to rip through you, arching up into him, screaming his name, as all you feel is course after course of shuddering release ripple through you. You clench and buck against him and you can still feel every nerve ending explode as his dick passes over. You feel him wrench his hand away and press into the sofa next to you to brace himself as he slams into you hard for his final thrusts. Your pussy is still clamping around him as he buries himself deep and you feel him groan in release. You hold him close and feel him grind himself into you as he comes deep inside you, both of your hips still giving small involuntary thrusts as your orgasms linger and slowly dissipate.

“Stoned sex is the best sex, I’m telling you.”

“shut up”

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wineandhargreeves · 3 years

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What a Mess (We’re Making)

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Rating: Explicit

Pairing: William Poindexter/Connor Whisk

Summary: The captaincy of a renowned college hockey team comes with a great deal of stress. So Dex bakes as a way to get his mind off of it. However, when baking turns out to be a source of stress in and of itself, Whiskey takes it upon himself to help his captain and boyfriend relax in a mutually beneficial way.

Whenever there was a baking event, particularly one that was close to a roadie, the Samwell Men’s Hockey team knew to steer clear of the Haus- particularly the kitchen. While in years past, Bitty would bake on a constant, regular basis, Will would get into these spells of moving pies and pastries in and out of the oven like clockwork.

Chowder once joked that during these times, the local power grid would experience a sudden surge of demand; he lost his senior dibs on the first slices of pie for a week for that comment.

Now was really no different- there was a charity fundraiser for restoring a park and playground just off of the campus and Will had offered to bake some pies to sell as part of it. However, he was adamant about doing this alone. The risk of burnout was all too real, but Will insisted that he was ahead on his coursework and could spend the day getting all the baking done.

As he set down the tray of blueberry pies, Will just barely registers the sound of a bag dropping and the feeling of someone coming up behind him. “These still need to set for an hour,” he answers without looking up. “So you’re gonna need to wait-”

“Oh, I’m not here for the pies, Dex.” The sultry tone of Connor’s voice sends chills throughout Will’s body, as does the way his teammate pushes his hand under the front of his apron. “You need to take a break.”

“I promised Jamie I’d bring 20 pies-”

“And you’ve been baking non-stop since we got back from practice this morning.” Connor’s hand is pressed against Will’s chest, forcing him to back against the former’s body. Will can feel Connor’s breath ghosting along his neck, his lips just barely grazing his skin. The already shaky resolve he had to keep his mind focused was unravelling at an alarming rate.

He used what was left of his rational thinking and pushed back against Connor, only to turn around and move them both to a part of the counter that wasn’t occupied by baked goods- both completed and in progress. “So what are you suggesting, Con? What do you want from me?”

Connor was briefly surprised, but quickly closed the space between them again. “I want you,” he murmured, hand moving to Will’s back to untie the apron before dropping to the curve of his ass. “To let off some steam, understand?”

There was a certain dominant air in his voice that under normal circumstances, Will would have to reimprand him for. Instead, Will slipped the apron over his head and tossed it to the side. However, that didn’t seem to be good enough for Connor, who brought his other hand up to cup Will’s jaw, forcing them to lock eyes. “I need to hear it from you, Will- do you understand? Do you want this?”

“Yes, fuck, Con… Please…”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Connor’s lips were crashing against his. Will could feel himself melt with every flick of his boyfriend’s tongue- Connor was clearly more experienced and passionate than he liked to let on. The hand that was formerly on his jaw was now at the back of his head, grabbing at the unruly hair that Will had meant to cut at some point this week. “Did- fuck… Did you want me to…”

“You’re going to stay right here and let me take care of you, alright?” Connor asked, though his tone made it clear that this wasn’t actually up for discussion. With that, he sank down onto his knees and started to open up Will’s fly. Although he swore up and down that he didn’t buy skinny jeans, a steady workout regiment meant that his pants were quite form-fitting. Thus, Will let out a whimper of relief when Connor tugged them down to around his knees.

His hands grabbed the edge of the counter as he tried not to buck up against his boyfriend’s mouth. “You said you’d take care of me, not tease me,” Will groaned, cracking an eye open to watch as Connor dragged his tongue along the front of his boxer briefs.

“Do you want me to stop then?”

“Fuck, no. ” Will let his head fall back as his dick was finally freed from its confines. The exhale of relief was quickly stopped in his throat as Connor got his mouth around him. There was an almost competitive edge to the way he bobbed his head up and down. Connor’s palm was rough as it jerked the part that he couldn’t fit into his mouth. For someone who claimed that he wanted to help Will relax, he was bringing the same kind of quiet intensity he had on the ice.

He really wanted to warn Connor that he was on the edge of finishing, but one swift swipe of his tongue was enough for Will to finish in his mouth. His knuckles went white as he clutched the counter like a vise. The broken stream of praises and ‘Connors’ that fell from his lips probably made no sense, but his brain had stopped functioning in the moment.

“How’re you feeling now?”

Connor’s voice broke through the haziness of his mind. Will could see that his boyfriend was now standing up, a satisfied smirk on his face. Still, he reached out and gently wiped a stray streak of his own cum off of his bottom lip. “Couldn’t be better,” Will chuckled, his voice rough even though he wasn’t the one giving head. “Though I’m wondering if you wouldn’t mind a break either.”

“You did mention that those pies still needed to set,” Connor agreed, his eyes widening as he took in just how flushed Will was. “But are you cool with-”

Will was already moving the cooling racks out of the way and resting his forearms on the counter. “Fuck, yes, so, so cool with it.” He relished the way that Connor wolf-whistled as he opened up his own pants. “Do you have-”

The small ‘click’ of a bottle opening answered that question for him. As he pushed two coated fingers against the rim of Will’s hole, Connor leaned in to kiss down the back of his neck. There was a sort of burn that Will had gotten used to expecting- they’d already joked about him being a literal tight-ass the first time they got into bed together. “Breathe for me, babe,” Connor murmured, his own voice trembling in delight. “Want this to feel good for both of us.”

“Never let it be said that Connor Whisk wasn’t a gentleman, through and through.”

As the fingers pushed into him, Will tried to put all of his stressful thoughts out of his mind. The fundraiser, their ranking compared to other schools, the one-sided rivalry between Nursey and Bully that seemed to be brewing some unresolved sexual tension- all of it, gone. With each breath in and out, he focused on how Connor’s body heat was radiating through their shirts, the way he nipped at his pulse points.

After a few more angled thrusts in and out, Connor withdrew his fingers, eliciting a pathetic whimper from Will. He let his head rest against the cool laminate of the countertop. Even though he was trying to clear his head, a thought came to his mind; had Bitty and Jack ever done anything like this? The situation wasn’t preposterous- but he couldn’t help but imagine the two of them getting heated and giving into one another.

“Maybe I really do have a type.”

His daydreams of past captaincy crushes were soon dissipated by the feeling of Connor’s hand on his hip. They both let out soft grunts as Connor pushed into Will, the former taking it easy to give the latter time to really adjust to it. Though this was far from the first time he’d bottomed, he still greatly appreciated the slow start every time.

“Ready, Will?” Connor asked once he’d bottomed out inside him. Will answered him by tilting his head up for a kiss and a breathy plea for more. That was more than enough incentive for Connor to start pulling out, only to slam back with a snap of his hips.

They quickly settle into a familiar rhythm, their motions punctuated by the sounds of skin against skin and their gasps of pleasure. Sometimes, Connor would let himself rest deep inside Will for a few beats, just long enough for them to share another needy kiss before he moved back out for another thrust. Other times, he’d drill him so quickly that Will forgot his own rule of being quiet and let out a shameless cry.

Just as his arms were getting tired of supporting his weight, Will was suddenly pulled back by an arm reaching across his chest. The feeling of Connor’s hand applying just the right amount of pressure on his throat felt absolutely euphoric. “So good for me, Will,” his boyfriend groaned. “So- fuck, so good… I-I’m gonna…”

“Do it,” Will practically begged, letting his head fall back again. Connor rolled his hips before snapping into Will once, twice, then bottoming out inside him on the third. The hand around his neck tightened as he felt Connor come inside him, the warmth nothing compared to their shared heat.

As they stilled, Connor lowered his hand, though he still helped hold Will up. He lazily rubbed circles into his shirt with his thumbs as he pressed kisses to the back of his neck again. “I… I think we both earned that break…” he laughed breathlessly.

“Definitely… guess we can cross kitchen sex off the list, huh?”

Connor snorts as he turns his head to look at Will properly. “You’re telling me you keep a list of places to have sex?”

Will shrugs, trying to act as casually as one could when they were half-naked in the open with their boyfriend’s dick still inside them. “What, doesn’t everyone?”

“I had no idea- you’ll have to tell me more about it.” Connor then pauses for a moment as he looks just past Will’s profile. “Maybe over some pie?”

“You’re not going anywhere near those pies- you can wash your hands and get some leftovers from the fridge.”

“Whatever happened to romance?” Connor sighed dramatically, earning himself an affectionate flick to the head from Will.

“Yeah, yeah; love you too, Connor.”

#my writing #omg check please #william poindexter #connor whisk #dex x whiskey

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Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Thirteen

(GIF isn’t mine)

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, some moderate angst (later), smut (later later), slow-ish? burn.

Word Count: 6.2k (lmao this was supposed to be a baby chapter)

A/N: I really hope you like this one friends, this particular yoongi means a lot to me and, I missed him way tooo much. Please let me know what you think! love you <333

Warnings for this Chapter: language, smut, there’s so many feelings guys, I want to scream

Warnings for the Fic: mentions characters confronting their fears, characters in uncomfortable situations, emotional moments between characters, mentions of bad parenting, explicit language throughout the fic, moderate angst, and very explicit smut later in the story.

Chapter 13: Showers and Suga(r)

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): This just in… having sex with the person you love is the shit. 10/10 would recommend.

You giggle to yourself, trying to keep quiet as your thumb hovers over your keyboard. The time on your phone read 9:53am and, given that you and Yoongi finally knocked out around one, you’re feeling particularly well rested. And cozy.

Very fucking cozy.

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): wait you guys are in love? THAT’S SO CUTE, CAN I BE YOUR RING BEAR?

It takes everything in you to hold in the laughter that’s threatening to burst out of your mouth and, you literally have to clamp your hand over your lips to prevent the noise from disturbing Yoongi’s sleep. He was completely knocked out beside you, head smooshed into the pillow, bleached hair completely wrecked, rosy cheeks and pouted lips on full display: he is the cutest boy in the entire world.

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Ring bearer Tae, not a ring bear

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Also, yes it’s very cute, we’re the fucking cutest.

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): ok, fine, can I be the ring bearer then?

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): You’re obviously going to be one of our best men, with Y/N being the other and, we’re not getting married until I get into the major league but, I agree with Jimin, we are officially the most superior couple on planet Earth. Call us Jimyonce’ and Jeon-Z.

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Damn right. Except minus the cheating…if Jungkook ever cheated on me, I would murder him in cold blood :o)

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): he’s so romantic :’’(

BROS FOR LYFE: no murdering allowed

BROS FOR LYFE: also, I love you guys a lot and, I would love to be ur best man are you kidding me?

BROS FOR LYFE: Tae, how did you end up getting home last night?

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): I’m still not home lmao

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): my friend is making us breakfast

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): and then, I’m going to pick up Jeon-Z so, we can head back

BROS FOR LYFE: is your friend the same girl you were talking to on the patio?

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): I imagine the girl he is referring to is the one who he was playing tonsil hockey with in the hallway

BROS FOR LYFE (JUNGKOOK): you scarred me for life by the way

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): haha yeah same girl

BROS FOR LYFE (TAEHYUNG): She’s pretty cool, I think we’re gonna keep talking

Before the next message comes through, your attention is pulled to the roughness of Yoongi’s voice, the sound alone, stirring something sweet inside of you.

“What’re you smilin’ at?” His words are slurred, sleepiness deeply rooted in his raspy voice. Your smile grows as you make eye contact with him, his cat eyes are narrowed in suspicion but, the tiny smirk on his mouth gives him away.

“Good morning…” You giggle, ignoring his question because, your focus is now far away from your previous task.

His grin grows as you open your arms, encouraging him to come closer. He obliges and scoots lazily in your direction, his arm securing itself around your middle as he buries his face in your naked chest.

“Mm goodmorning…” The glee in his tone is hard to miss and, when your arms cuddle him closer to you, he rapidly places kisses all over the tops of your breasts, lingering longer in some places than he needed to. You laugh, feeling the warm glow of bliss radiating throughout your body.

“Your laugh is cute…” He mumbles, kissing all the way up your chest, nibbling playfully into your neck before his eyes meet yours.

“Your face is cute…” You counter, still giggling as you tap your finger on the end of his nose causing the appendage to scrunch up.

“Shut up…I’m not cute…I’m…scary…” He grumbles, not fully awake yet, pointy teeth catching the side of your hand, smirking as he secures it in his mouth.

“Oh god, yes, how could I forget? Min Yoongi, the most terrifying man on Earth…” You can’t keep the laughter from bubbling over as you move your hand in his grip.

He chuckles then, dropping your hand before craning his neck towards your lips, “Please keep that rumor going, I have a reputation to up hold and, you’re the only one who knows my secret…”

His words hit you somewhere deep in your heart but, you do your best to combat the slight elevation in your pulse. Instead, you lean down slightly towards his pouty mouth, nudging his nose as you do.

“What secret is that?” You murmur against his lips, placing a chaste kiss against the bottom one.

Yoongi’s eyes flutter shut, a smile playing on his mouth, “Do you not remember last night?”

He kisses you then, not allowing you to continue, his hands coming up to pull you closer to him, his smile still prevalent as the two of you indulge in one another.

“I remember…” You giggle into his mouth, nipping on his bottom lip as he pulls the top half of you over his chest

“Mm…” He hums thoughtfully into your mouth, his hands still trying to maneuver you on top of him, “ so you remember me busting a nut in my pants because you bit me then? Don’t think many people would find that scary…”

“I don’t know, I think that makes you pretty edgy in my book…” You counter, smirking, assisting him in his endeavor to sit you on his lap.

Yoongi has a new pair of boxers on but, he’s completely bare everywhere else, his body littered with scratches and, other various marks that would reveal what the two of you had been up to. He looks pretty roughed up but, the expression on his face, blissful and relaxed, something you haven’t seen on him before, it assures you that he enjoyed last night just as much as you did.

“You look really pretty right now…” He murmurs, his cheeks darkening as they usually do when he says something sincere, he amends his statement before you have time to respond, his tone growing slightly nervous, “Well, you’re always pretty but, right now especially, you uh, you do…”

“So do you…” You giggle lightly, your hand reaching out to smooth his hair out of his face.

He frowns playfully but, his lids flutter with the sensation of your hand, his head pushing up against you.

“How can I be pretty and terrifying at the same time?”

You shrug, “You’re an enigma Min Yoongi, researchers in the future will spend years trying to understand your complexity.”

He snorts then, eyes rolling slightly but, his expression falters as you start to gently scratch his scalp.

“You’re so dumb...” He chuckles and, you place a hand on your chest, faking a sweet smile.

“When he compliments you on something other than your appearance...” You wink at him and, his head falls back as rickety laughter escapes his chest.

“Shut up oh my god!” He forces out through his laughter, hands coming up to pinch at your hips, causing you to laugh along with him.

Placing your hands over his, you secure them to you, enjoying the warmth of his grip.

“Thank you for letting me stay over, your bed is really comfortable.” You relay as the laughter between the two of you settles.

A playful smirk is on his mouth, “No problem...”

Your brows cinch together, head tilting to the side, “What?”

“Nothing.”

You eye him suspiciously but, decide to let it go, your eyes wandering towards his bedroom door, “Do you mind if I shower? I hooked up with this guy last night and, he kind of made a mess of me...twice.”

Yoongi’s smirk grows, his eyes flitting between your legs momentarily, “He sounds like a dick...”

You giggle, leaning down towards his lips, nudging his nose, “He’s actually pretty sweet but, don’t tell him I said that...”

Yoongi’s gummy smile makes an appearance then and, you immediately have to kiss it off, lest you melt into a pile of mush. He eagerly accepts your lips, kissing at you slowly, gently nibbling on your lip, his hands sliding over your hips and onto your ass.

You smile into his mouth, letting your tongue brush lightly against his, your hands braced on either side of his head. Its never enough though, you always need just that little bit more. You roll your hips into his slowly and, deliberately, feeling his dick twitch inside of his boxers.

He sighs out shakily through his nose, tongue stalling its movements, “You’re going to fuck up my plans...”

His statement is rather matter of fact and, it causes you to pull a few centimeters away from his lips, “What do you mean?”

He smirks, nipping at your bottom lip, “I promised you breakfast in bed, didn’t I?”

You return his expression, pulling back even further, your hips still pressed against his, “You could always do brunch in bed...pretty sure it's still early...”

Yoongi chuckles, one of his hands leaves your hips and comes to move your hair from your face, amused at your suggestion, “I don’t know how well I’d do in the kitchen after I’ve let you get a hold of me...”

Flirting didn’t exactly come natural to Yoongi, particularly when he was nervous and, although he was growing more and more comfortable around you, he still found himself easily flustered by your actions.

“Hm I’m not sure what you mean?” You feign innocence, placing a finger on your chin, pretending to be lost in thought.

Yoongi pounces then, cat like as ever, springing up from his position to push you gently onto your back. A shriek leaves your throat followed by a stream of giggles and , Yoongi hovers over you, rickety laughter puffing past his lips and onto yours, “You know exactly what I mean...”

You wrap your legs around his waist, causing his hands to buckle, leaving him to rest his body weight on his elbows. You grind up against him, causing him to shudder and laugh all at the same time as he buries his face into your neck. His teeth nip at the skin there as he tries to distract himself from the throbbing between his legs.

“Do you want to shower with me first?” You murmur sweetly into his ear, pressing a pert kiss to his earlobe.

You feel him grin against you, biting down a little harder at your question. He doesn’t trust his voice for the moment though so, he just nods, kissing up the column of your throat before settling on your lips, his eyes sunken and hazy with the beginnings of lust.

Moments later, the two of you are in Yoongi’s bathroom, stripped of clothing, waiting for the water to heat up. Yoongi had grabbed a t shirt and boxers for you to wear and, there is something stirring inside of you at the thought of wearing his clothes. Yoongi looks nervous as usual but, there is a new sense of calmness about him that you hadn't seen since before last night. He stays close to you, hand popping in every few seconds to see if the water is warm enough.

“I think it’s good now,” He notes, smiling softly as he pulls back the curtain for you. You step into the steam, already feeling relaxed at the prospect of a nice hot shower.

The water was perfect and, you practically melt as you step under the pressure of the water which, of course, was significantly better than your apartment.

“Downtown water pressure is so much better oh my god, I’m going to be the cleanest person alive after this shower…” You hum, content under the showerhead before, you notice Yoongi, chuckling fondly at the entrance, shaking his head at you, “Get in here, what are you doing?”

He obliges, stepping in but, he doesn’t fully move towards you. Yoongi was still an awkward boi at heart and, he knows it’s silly to be flustered over showering with you because, you two have literally had sex like 4 times but, there was something really intimate about it, it made his heart flutter in his chest.

You just smile warmly in his direction, hands reaching out for him, gently guiding him under the stream with you. He laughs, surprised by your actions but, he accepts them none the less, moving under the water, his hands wrapping around your waist.

Yoongi’s faded platinum hair was soaked, droplets of water dripping off of the ends of it and, before it could get in his eyes, you bring your hand up to brush it back.

His appearance literally devastates you: gummy smile, dark eyes lit up in wonder, hair slicked back, revealing his forehead, something you hardly ever see. You take advantage of it, leaning in to place a kiss in the center, ok maybe you place a few kisses there but, Yoongi doesn’t stop you. His eyes close at the sensation, his hands tightening on your hips, he was melting.

You had that effect on him.

You made him happy.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been this happy before.

In fact, he knows he hasn’t.

He kisses your chin, biting it lightly, cause you know, he’s literally a cat trapped in a human’s body, “I only have purple shampoo, Hobi told me I had to buy it for my hair and, I ran out of my regular one. I have conditioner though and, body wash, it smells like oranges…”

You smile, the fondness in your chest threatening to rip out of you Alien movie style.

“That’s ok, I don’t think it will do much if I only use it one time but, if it does, a little purple never hurt anybody…” You giggle and, press another kiss to his forehead before, pulling back to look around for the shampoo in question.

You spot it on the shelf beside Yoongi and, motion for him to turn around.

“What?” He murmurs, eyes soft but confused at your gesture

“I’m gonna wash your hair…”

He smirks, trying very hard not to scream internally at the thought of you washing his hair. He moves forward slightly so the two of you are out of the water before turning around.

Why is his heart beating so loud?

You’re just going to wash his hair? He doesn’t understand himself sometimes…

You allow your fondness to overflow in the form of a ridiculous smile once Yoongi’s vision is focused elsewhere. As you squeeze some of the purple goop into your hands, Yoongi pipes up, “Do you think I should keep the blonde?”

You begin washing at the end of his question, starting at his hair line and, slowly combing the shampoo back through the entirety of his hair.

“I think the blonde is really cool but, I know it’s a lot to keep up with. I really liked your black hair too…”

The tone of your voice is gentle and soft as you tenderly scratch Yoongi’s scalp, working the shampoo up into a sizeable lather.

“I kind of miss my black hair…I miss not having to do anything with it, that uh…” Yoongi sighs, words trailing off, completely disintegrating under your touch.

He’s never had his hair washed before…

He never wants to wash his own hair again.

“I could help you dye it back if you want, we can do it awkwardly in my kitchen for old times sake…” You giggle and, Yoongi follows suit, his eyes completely closed, goosebumps covering his skin as you continue to massage his scalp. He knows his hair is clean by now and, you know it too but, neither of you want it to end.

“Are you gonna pull my hair this time?” He smirks, leaning further into you, his hands moving behind him to pull you against his back.

You laugh again, bringing your lips to his ear, “Probably...” You tug once on his hair, smirking playfully and, Yoongi swears he feels his dick twitch between his legs, “…come back into the water, we gotta rinse it out…”

Yoongi pouts, “Already? Are you sure it’s clean? I feel like you may have missed a spot…”

Rolling your eyes, you press a kiss to the side of his head before moving it under the water, “Uh huh, I’m sure I did…lean back…”

He snickers before, following orders, tipping his head back underneath the showerhead and, you get to work at running your fingers through it, ensuring that all of the purple bubbles have left his locks.

Yoongi’s eyes are squeezed shut under the water but, his face is smoothed out in pure bliss, he’s putty in your hands but, what else is new?

“Can I wash yours too?” He braves, his voice not as strong as it was a moment ago.

You kiss his cheek again, smiling against his wet skin before nodding, “Yeah…thank you.”

The shampoo is rinsed from Yoongi’s hair and, upon placing a few more kisses into his skin, the two of you switch places. Yoongi rarely lets his eyes roam over your body, he considers it to be impolite but, he takes a moment to admire you, naked and, completely drenched in front of him. He took a deep breath to settle his body, the sight of you fucking with his ability to stay calm.

Yoongi thinks, no, he knows that you are likely the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on and, the fact that you liked him literally stuns him. He still doesn’t fully understand how you could want him back but, he’s doing his best not to question it anymore.

You’re in front of him now, head leaned back slightly so he has access to your hair. Yoongi quickly squeezes shampoo into his hand before smoothing it over the top of your head, his fingers getting to work on rubbing it into scalp.

“Sorry my nails are kind of non-existent, I bite them…” He murmurs, the base of his voice rumbling against your back and, you smile softly at the sound, Yoongi’s voice is one of your favorite things about him.

“It’s ok…your fingers are working just fine…”

Yoongi smiles, kissing your temple as you lean further into his body. His heart is pounding in his chest, you feel that against your back too; he’s nervous, he usually is.

But, you don’t comment on it, instead you steal a kiss against his forearm as it moves closer to your mouth. Yoongi chuckles gently behind you, his hands bringing the shampoo towards the ends of your hair, something you wouldn’t normally do but, you don’t stop him, you just stand there, eyes closed, enjoying his touch.

“Step back under the water…” He urges, helping you underneath the stream as his fingers gently coax the soap from your hair.

He fills the silence again, another important question leaving his lips:

“Do you really think I should release a mixtape?”

His question makes you turn towards him slightly, an incredulous expression on your face, “Are you kidding? Of course, you saw the reaction of the crowd at Glacier right? People were going crazy for you...”

You’re turned towards him now, a genuine smile on your face, happy that he wanted your opinion.

Yoongi returns your smile, his hands immediately finding your hips, “They were? I was too nervous to look,” He chuckles but, there’s mischief in his eyes, he knows exactly how the crowd reacted to him and, it was one of the best moments of his life.

“Oh please, is that why you basically grabbed your dick during that tongue technology line? Agust D is a different man, I don’t know him…” You tease and, Yoongi kisses you again, chuckling into your mouth, attempting to silence you.

“Shhhh we don’t talk about that, my roommates still haven’t let that go…”

You can’t blame them although, you haven’t let it go for different reasons. Yoongi, spitting fire, sauntering around the stage, smirking and confidently gesturing to his dick? Truly, a sight to see.

“I’m serious though, you were so amazing…” You peck at his lips, trying your best to convey your sincerity “Is that song on SoundCloud by the way? I couldn’t find it…”

Yoongi’s heart swells as you relay that bit of information, “No, I didn’t put it on there yet but, I can send the mp3 file to you if you want, you can just add it to your phone from your laptop and, it should pop up in your music library…”

Your eyes light up at his suggestion and, you kiss him for the hundredth time as you nod eagerly, “Yes, please do, I need to learn the words before your debut concert and, you rap so freakin fast, its going to take me a long time…”

Yoongi’s gaze softens significantly, his mouth pulled up in a half smile, hair still dripping wet, the two of you likely pruney from how long you’ve been in the shower, “I’ll teach you, baby dragons gotta start somewhere right?”

You giggle at his reference, hands beginning to run over his back, “That was really cute Yoongi, I might actually cry right now…”

He nudges you, chuckling as he does, “Keep any cuteness between us, if I’m going to be a rapper, I really need to work on my street cred…”

Nodding, you pressing a finger to his lips, “You’re secret is safe with me…I’ll make sure everyone thinks you’re the toughest dude in town…”

“Thank you.” He says solemnly, a smile threatening his lips as he pulls you into a hug. The two of you stay like that for a moment, just enjoying one another before Yoongi nods to another bottle on the shelf of the shower, “Conditioner?”

Your eyes pop open, “Oh yeah, here I’ll do this really quick cause, I have to leave it in my hair for a few minutes…”

The two of you apply conditioner; with you applying some to your ends and, Yoongi applying just a tiny amount on his.

Yoongi’s eyes are closed as he finishes up his application and, with his arms ontop of his head, you take a moment to admire his body, stretched out and, soaking wet in front of you. Your mouth literally watered at the sight of him, you wanted him but, you didn’t want to throw yourself at him again. You wanted to appear cool and collected, just as he was but, you couldn’t help yourself, you had never been so into someone in your entire life.

“I can feel you staring at me…” He murmurs, mouth turned up into a smirk as he peeks one eye open at you and, you turn away, suddenly feeling embarrassed, something that was quite uncommon for you.

“Sorry, its kind of hard not to…”You point out, busying yourself with arranging the bottles on his shelf, trying to distract yourself.

“Don’t apologize; I want to stare at you all the time…”

His response confuses you and, you turn back towards him, inquisition in your eyes, “What do you mean you want to?”

Yoongi bites his lip, hand reaching out for you again, “Staring at you can be really distracting so I try to avoid it…or else I would probably never get anything done. Do you know how hard it was for me to insist on breakfast when you were on top of me?”

Yoongi’s eyes are playful but, his tone suggests that he’s completely serious.

“Hard but, not impossible…”You tease, biting his bottom lip, prompting him to pinch your ass playfully.

“It was impossible though cause look at me, I can’t stop touching you, this is the longest shower I’ve ever taken…”

This causes you to laugh and, Yoongi can’t help but, laugh with you. You two are in the same boat, both floating aimlessly amongst a sea of new emotions and desire.

It’s rather intoxicating.

You take advantage of the closeness, tucking your face into his neck and kissing tenderly over the aggravated purple mark you had left the night before. The water is washing over your head now and, Yoongi moves his hands up to rinse the conditioner from your hair, his skin erupting in goosebumps as you kiss him. He doesn’t say anything at first but, you feel his heart rate picking up in his chest.

Slowly and deliberately, you kiss tenderly around the column of his neck, your nails running gently over his hips, the motion causing his nipples to harden. He takes in a breath, attempting to control the whimper at the back of his throat, your touch doing major damage on his will power. His head is cocked back against his shoulders, eyes closing underneath the water as he lets you kiss on him. You slide your hands up his torso, stopping at his chest, your thumbs rubbing gently over his nipples. They’re sensitive and, you know this but, Yoongi’s dick twitching between your legs gives you further confirmation.

“I don’t really want to cook anymore…” He whispers, his face smoothed out in pure surrender, his brain turning to mush as it usually does when you touch him.

He’s never been touched like this before, not before you.

“No?” You giggle softly against his collarbone, your nails tickling down his torso, his stomach trembling underneath you, “What do you want to do then?”

“I want to do whatever you want to do…whatever you’re doing right now…” He’s blabbering, something he does when he’s turned on.

There is something you had in mind, something you intended on doing the night before but, other important things had gotten in the way.

You smirk, kissing up his neck before reaching his lips, “Can I give you head?”

Yoongi practically chokes; his eyes pop open then, surprised by your request and, if his dick wasn’t hard before, it certainly was now. He’s never felt your mouth before, in fact, he only remembers having good head one other time and, it was from Hoseok. Your mouth would destroy him as every other part of you did and, he didn’t want to be selfish but, how the fuck could he turn you down?

“Uh…I, um, you want to? What about you?” He stutters, dark eyes scanning your face eagerly, his hands roaming up your sides, towards your breasts.

“Just tell me when you’re gonna cum…I really want to taste you…is that ok?” You whisper, keeping your voice tender as you wrap a hand around his throbbing length, squeezing gently.

Yoongi bucks into your hand before nodding eagerly, eyes flitting down to his dick, “Yeah, please…uh, can you go slow for me though? I’m really hard and, I don’t want to cum without you…”

His request really fucks with you. Yoongi was a rare breed, so sweet and, caring, no one would ever guess how good he was.

The best boy.

Your boy.

“I’ll go slow I promise...” He nods, his heart racing wildly in his chest as he releases his grip on you. You place a kiss to his lips before slowly sinking onto your knees, causing Yoongi’s hands to come out in assistance.

“Here…I’ll help you, the floor is slippery…” He whispers, eyes tender and, you giggle at his gesture, pressing a kiss to his lower stomach.

“Relax for me ok? I’m gonna make you feel good…” You assure him as you bring a hand up to grip him at the base, his dick jumping as you do.

Yoongi takes a deep breath, nodding once again as he gently pushes your hair from your face, the water from the shower running slightly cooler than it did when the two of you first got in.

You have been in here awhile.

Licking up the side of him, you secure your lips over his swollen tip which is slightly tangy with the taste of precum. You suck him into your mouth, careful not to make any sudden movements.

At the sensation of your lips, Yoongi’s knees practically buckle and, he literally has to grip the shelf beside him for support. He can’t make a sound at first, the pleasure too overwhelming to vocalize. He feels his toes grow numb as you, slowly pull your lips up the length of him, hollowing your cheeks as you do.

The hand that’s wrapped around his base squeezes him, in a milking motion following your head as it bobs at moderate pace.

Yoongi is so quiet and, it unnerves you. You’re used to some noise from him but, all you can feel is his dick throbbing and leaking onto your tongue. At this observation, you suck him out of your mouth, your hand still pumping his dick as you steal a glance towards him.

The sight makes your pussy clench around nothing. Yoongi’s staring down at you, his slightly swollen mouth completely agape, his wet hair still slicked back to his head. His breathing is heavy, his nipples still rock hard on his chest, his left hand desperately gripping the shelf.

“Your mouth is so pretty…” He whispers, eyes hazy and, fucked out, his hips jerking as you squeeze underneath his tip.

He really likes that word…

You smirk at him, keeping your eyes up as you take him back into your mouth. You make a show of your eyes closing, ensuring that he knows you love the taste of him. He sucks in another breath as he feels your hand cuphis balls, applying a slight amount of pressure. Your tongue finds a place underneath against his frenulum that makes his toes curl into the shower floor. You find a pace then, your hand and mouth moving in sync, as you work him up more and more.

Yoongi breaks, a small whimper escaping his lips as he places a hand gently on your head, rocking ever so slowly into your mouth.

“I…I, it uh…fuck…” He’s trying his best to convey how good you’re making him feel but, the words fall short on his tongue every time.

You can feel yourself growing wetter as you pick up your pace. Sucking Yoongi off was one of your new favorite things in the world but, you had wanted him since you saw him staring at you sleepily from his pillow. Having his dick in your mouth was only making it worse.

“Baby…I’m…” He whimpers breathily, he hasn’t used this term of endearment much but, the shakiness in his voice as he does completely ruins you. “You’re gonna make me cum…”

Stopping the motion of your hand, you move off of him, giving the tip of him one last suck before, turning your attention upwards.

He wants to cum in your mouth but, he wants to be inside of you more and, he figures he can beg for you to let him finish down your throat another time.

“Do you want me to_” You begin but, he cuts you off, pulling you hastily to your feet and stabilizing you against him.

He hooks a finger under your chin and, kisses you, tasting himself on your lips as he speaks into them, “Did I taste good?”

His question surprises you, your eyes locking with his which were blown out by desire, his hands roaming freely over your body, “You taste amazing, I want more…”

He chuckles darkly, biting on your bottom lip, “I’ll give you everything I’ve got next time jagi…”

You smirk, giggling as he nudges his nose against yours, “What do you want now then?”

“Will you fuck me? Please?” He’s still kissing you, his swollen dick brushing between your legs.

“I can’t fuck in the shower, I’m not that athletic…” You tease and, he chuckles again turning towards the tap to finally turn it off.

“Yeah me neither, my balance is fucked right now…”

He doesn’t even bother with towels, he just leads you out of the shower and, pauses at the bathroom door, “I gotta make sure my roommates are gone…”

You laugh against his back as he peaks out into the hallway. The walk to Yoongi’s room is over in seconds as its literally across the hallway but, he doesn’t want to risk anyone seeing you naked.

“Are we clear?” You whisper and his eyes narrow momentarily, neck craned as he listens for any sign of life.

“We’re clear…c’mon..”

Yoongi pulls you out of the bathroom, clumsily shoving open the door to his bedroom and, nearly tripping over one of his speakers.

You’re both alight with laughter and dripping wet as your lips collide, breath heavy with urgency and anticipation.

“We’re going to get your bed soaking wet...” You warn him, still laughing into his kiss, as he walks you backwards.

“I don’t give a fuck about my bed, get up there...” He urges, his bossiness out of character, before nodding to his unkept bed.

As you turn around, he smacks your ass causing a squeal to leave your lips, “Watch it...”

He smiles boyishly, clambering onto the bed after you, his dick still hard and throbbing between his legs.

You look up at him, biting your lip, smiling coyly as you spread your legs, allowing him to see you completely bare and glistening.

Yoongi lets out a breath, “Jesus christ...”

“Is there something you like?” You tease, as your fingers roam freely over the inside of your thighs.

“If I wasn’t so hard, I swear I’d be begging to bury my face in between your thighs right now...” He muses, matter of factly.

What a good boy, never demanding, always assuming you’d be making him beg.

“I’ll let you beg to eat me out another time...come here.”

He crawls on his knees across the bed, so he’s slotted between your legs, his hand coming out to line himself up at your entrance.

Yoongi’s eyes flit to yours, his dick jumping as he leans into you more, “Can I?”

You smile up at him, bringing his head down so, his lips are level with yours. You make sure to hold his eyes as you nod, attempting to convey all of the emotions you felt for him in that moment.

"Yeah...”

Yoongi slides into you then, neither of you breaking the intensity of your gaze. His face falters for a moment as he feels you squeezing around him, no doubt a product of an entire morning full of teasing.

“Yoongi...” You moan cause you know he loves it but, also because, the way his dick curves up inside of you is sinful.

The pleasure is building in your stomach, careening down lower and lower as he fucks into you slowly. His gaze leaves your face then and, lowers until he sees where the two of you are connected, a dark smile graces his features then, his entire back covered in goosebumps, his mind covered in you.

“You’re making me loose my mind you know that? You’re too good to be true...” He confesses, leaning down to kiss and suck over the tops of your breasts, his pace between your legs increasing.

“I really like you...like a-a lot...” You whisper, hiccupping as he hits a particularly good spot inside of you.

You have no interest in taking the upper hand this time, you’re too wrapped up in your feelings.

You like this boy too fucking much.

“Yeah? Me too...I like you too, fuckfuckfuckfuck I really fucking like you....” He’s face is screwed up in pleasure, his brows furrowed with it as you squeeze around him, his lips stopping their motions as he gasps.

You tilt his chin towards you, your hips moving with his own, the two of you rapidly approaching your orgasms.

“I like you too...”

You’ve already said this, quite a few times but, the pleasure is too intense to think straight and, you feel almost queasy with the amount of endorphins running through your body.

Yoongi tilts his head so he can suck your thumb into his mouth, hips moving at an almost blinding speed at this point, “Don't want...I don’t want anyone else, just you...no one else...so good, you’re so good to me...”

He honestly feels like he could cry, he doesn’t know how to handle intense emotions but, rather than turn into a blubbering mess, he pulls off of your thumb and, tucks his face into your neck, nibbling on the skin there, trying to ground himself.

“Yoongi, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum really hard for you...” You warn him, hands coming up to hold onto his back, nails digging in slightly as your orgasm begins it’s descent, “Oh my god...”

Your back arches, your nipples hardened and, everything you’ve been holding in all morning comes crashing down.

The tightening of your cunt is too much and, Yoongi whines your name into your neck as he cums inside of you. His hips jerk with the intensity and, you can feel your clit throbbing as you cum with him, the two of you grinding against each other to prolong the pleasure.

Heavy breathing and rapid heartbeats is all you manage to hear for the next few moments and, Yoongi makes absolutely no move to leave the crook of your neck, his body completely collapsing against yours. Your run your fingers through his wet hair, placing a few tender kisses against the side of his head.

The silence lingers for quite sometime before Yoongi’s raspy voice breaks the still atmosphere,

“I really do like you...”

He says it again but, this time, there’s something different in his scratchy tone.

Something you weren’t ready to touch on yet and, neither was he but, the feeling was there.

A really strong feeling.

“I really like you too.”

baby dragons gotta start somewhere right?

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sweetestgrethan · 5 years

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I just KNOW G&E had quiet mornings on the water in the mountains with sweet little kisses and long talks about what they’ve accomplished and what they’ve done I just— I am so soft for these two and the love they have

You are so right anon and I’m literally so obsessed with how in love they are as well, like it’s crazy how easy it was for them to find their literal soulmate 😭

Here’s a lil somethin for this wonderful ask! 🥰💕

Grayson can’t sleep. It’s not for a bad reason. Nothing is weighing on his soul that was particularly very heavy, he’s not being tormented by anything. He’s savoring. He can’t really do that while he’s asleep.

It’s day four of their spontaneous road trip and everyday feels better than the last. They managed to bag the cutest cabin ever, which was so cozy and warm, Grayson found he had a hard time making himself leave for the day. It’s only a mile from the river so it’s easy to bike, or walk even.

Grayson is especially excited about today because Kyle isn’t with them. He had left late the night before and Grayson hadn’t been able to quell his excitement for the day to come, where he could just spend it with his brother. So, he’d settled for going through the motions, getting ready for bed and slotting himself easily in Ethan’s arms, the younger twin always content with being the little spoon. They’d gone to bed pretty late anyway, but Grayson had spent the night dozing for a little while at a time, and then waking up to a warmth behind him and the galaxy showing through the window above. He was content, watching the stars unmoving and making himself aware of everywhere he could feel Ethan, wanting more, always wanting more.

They’re slow to rise and Grayson can already feel his natural instincts to go out and explore bugging him. He could barely get through his toast before he stood to pack their bag. Today, they were planning on heading down to the river and swimming for a while, soak the sun in and just be. That’s something they hadn’t been able to do in so long, and definitely not with the constant bustle and urgency to create in LA.

Here, it was different. You had no obligations. The land waited for you and opened itself up for you, you swam in its lakes and rivers and hiked its mountains and there was a sense of gratefulness for being able to experience it, to be alive and to feel the sun burning your face and the harshness of the cool water on your skin. Here, Grayson could hop into Ethan’s arms and not care how weird it looked. Here, he could kiss Ethan silly and have him kiss back, have his hands roam all over him and touch the places on him that needed it most. It was silent, forgiving, it gave and they took, but they gave too, in a sense. They attached memories to creeks and built fires in clearings and fucked under the stars like teenagers, which they technically still were, but would dispute. It was a sort of natural, clandestine give and take that Grayson felt him and Ethan were meant for. He loved being busy and loved having things to do, of course. But, if he could just spend his days with Ethan, discovering new places in the woods and bathing in the waterfalls they found along the way, he’d take it in a heartbeat.

The two walked hand in hand this time, with their bags slung over their shoulders, light conversation exchanged between the two. They left their phones in the cabin this time, wanting to give their utmost attention to each other and to the nature they’d be experiencing. The walk felt shorter than it had with Kyle, the sound of rushing water made Grayson’s skin prickle with excitement. As soon as they arrived at one of the river banks, Ethan turned and kissed him on the cheek, the biggest smile spread across his sharp features.

Grayson had busied himself with getting their set up ready; two towels, water, fruit and crackers, the basics. He had just happened to be looking over at Ethan as he saw his twin push his trunks down and step out of them, before walking waist-deep into the river. Quite the feat considering how cold it usually was. Once Grayson was finished, he walked right up to where Ethan’s trunks laid, repeating the same process and walking into the river completely naked.

Ethan had already dunked himself in, water droplets dripping down his toned chest and making it hard for Grayson to focus on his footing. Instead though, he decided holding on to Ethan would be the best bet, his arms easily wrapping around his brother’s waist and standing in his space, leaning up to kiss him slowly.

“Thought we’d save the skinny dipping for later tonight?” Grayson asked, smile wide on his face. “Just couldn’t wait to get me naked, huh?” He teased and kissed him again, letting his head rest against his chest.

Ethan’s hands, almost at their own volition, snaked up to cup Grayson’s cheeks, staring down at the beautiful, familiar face he’d fallen in love with so many times before. “Is that all you think about?” He asked playfully, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Can’t I just enjoy nature in my most natural state?” He laughed.

Grayson chuckled too, shaking his head fondly. He wasn’t sure how he could ever go back to their normal life after experiencing such intense harmony here.

Later on, they lay back on their towels and rest for a while, in comfortable silence, letting the sun soak into their skin and the breeze rush over them. Their fingers are intertwined and they’re so content, with each other and their place in the world. It’s amazing how good they have it.

They walk back to their cabin lazily, tired from swimming all day but happy to be together. Grayson makes dinner and Ethan eats it gratefully, and Grayson watches him with the fondest look on his face.

It gets so cold at night out here and they’re grateful Kyle is gone so they can share their warmth for the night, with no sneaking around or worrying about getting caught.

Except, Grayson is burning, sweating, he’s out of breath and he feels like he’s being split in two. He feels so dizzy, but his hips seem to move by themselves, gyrating on top of Ethan in circles and languid figure-eights. His hands are both on Ethan’s chest so he can keep himself up, letting small yelps with every thrust that Ethan gives against him. It’s dark, they have the lights off in favor of letting the dim light from the stars flood into the room.

Grayson can barely make out Ethan’s face, so he reaches up to feel his features, his thumb running over his brother’s plump bottom lip, trailing along his cheek bone and cupping it warmly, leaning down to kiss him hard. He moans into Ethan’s mouth uncontrollably, because his big brother is particularly amazing at finding that sweet spot inside of him and milking it for all it was worth. Grayson could cry at how amazing he felt, overwhelmed by all the stimulation on his senses.

Ethan holds his hips bruisingly, like he’d get away if he didn’t. He’s a little less elegant about these things. He’s clumsy as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm, kisses him with a sloppy tongue and nips Grayson’s lip and the skin on his jaw, thrusts a little too hard and neglects the dick in between them, slapping against his stomach and looking desperate to be touched.

Ethan sat up when he felt the first tear, sliding warmly down his chest. He’s worried at first, but he knows how Grayson gets. He can feel as Grayson wraps his arms tight around his neck and cries quietly into his ear, all while rutting against him like his life depended on it.

“S-Sorry, I’m sorry,” Grayson whimpers. Ethan holds him closer, kissing the side of his face as he continues to speak. “Feels so good. Love it, love how you fill me up, E.” He said shakily.

Ethan knows he can’t do much but be there, fuck Grayson until he comes so hard he sees stars, whisper sweet nothings into his ear and assure him it was okay.

“You’re so pretty when you cry, baby boy.” Ethan says lowly, eyes closed as he savored the deft movement of Grayson’s hips. “Love it when you do.” Ethan admitted with a soft smile on his face. “Means I’m doing something right, doesn’t it?” He purrs and pulls away just a little bit, so he could punctuate the sentence with a kiss.

Grayson’s lashes are wet, gratefully so, and the tear streaks on his cheeks show no sign of drying soon. “God, I love you.” He breathed. He’d said it so many times and it never failed to make the heat in his tummy flare up pleasantly.

“I know you do.”

Grayson comes a few moments later, thighs shaking and head thrown back as he rode through his orgasm, letting out a string of Ethan’s and I love you’s along with it. He makes a mess between them but Ethan doesn’t mind, he lives for how much of a slut Grayson can be about getting fucked by him. The boy lives for it, made to fit against Ethan perfectly.

Ethan fills him to the brim. Grayson slumps against him and tries to catch his breath. No matter how many times they toe the line of acceptability or how many boundaries they push and break down, it always feels the same. It feels like they’re complete.

Neither of them can sleep afterwards, so Grayson slips on a pair of joggers and grabs the duvet from the bed in one hand, and holds Ethan’s hand tight with the other. He lead him out to the back porch and walked him all the way to the edge of the yard where they have a clear view of the mountains and the horizon. It’s still dark so he’s careful as he leads him through some trees. There’s a log perfectly placed where they need it, and they sit down on it while Grayson wraps the blanket around both of them. He wrapped his arms around Ethan’s waist as well and rested his head on his shoulder, relishing in the familiar warmth radiating off of him.

They watch for a while, listen to the sounds of crickets turn into the chirping of birds. They watch the forest turn orange and yellow, quite a change from the dark, somber blue it was just a few minutes ago. It’s silent between them and nothing needs to be said. It’s all serene, it’s quiet, it’s perfect.

Grayson speaks anyway. Itches to say something.

“This is everything I’ve ever wanted.” Grayson starts softly, still crowded against his brother. “You, spending all my time with you. Doing what we do. Making people happy.” He sighs. He isn’t going to get emotional again, doesn’t make a habit of it unless he’s got Ethan balls deep inside of him.

“Yeah.” Ethan agreed easily. “It’s incredible.” He murmured, honestly. “Never thought I’d get to spend my days with you like this.” It was a struggle to get here, to the point where they were comfortable enough to kiss and touch. It was worth every struggle they had. It was worth the hiding.

“Love you, E. I’d do anything for you, I hope you know that.” Grayson whispered, moving to nuzzle his face into Ethan’s neck.

Ethan couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across his face, or the butterflies that made a mess of his tummy. “I love you.” He murmured. “And I’d give anything to be able to love you like this forever.” He said softly, turning to kiss the top of Grayson’s head.

They had it good. That they couldn’t deny.

#grethan #dolan twins #ethan dolan #grayson dolan #ethan and grayson #grethan drabble #grethan prompt fill #wombmates

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danny-chase · 8 months

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heya! I was reading some of your old posts and i seen these tags

"and he literally holds Dick by the face with his thumb over radiation burns after the chemo incident"

i remember that happening but i cannot for the life of me remember what issue/series it is from. Do you happen to remember? If not thats fine!

Nightwing (1996) #117

i was wrong about the thumb but still a solid yikes from me

#Bruce: let me yell at my suicidal son for being suicidal that will make him no longer suicidal yes?#asks #anon #anti bruce wayne #id in alt

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storytaeme · 6 years

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slip ‘n’ slide – taegi

The last thing Yoongi expected to find in a secluded mountain was an adorable ice skating instructor with the most gorgeous ass.

taegi week 2017 – taehyung x yoongi ft. jihope

❅ Prompt: Ice Skating

❅ Elements: Fluff, Smut | Ski Lodge AU ↪ smut includes fingering, spanking, slight size kink

❅ Word Count: 7,580 words

❅ A/N: A poor excuse of a pwp!!! I just wanted to write smut for Taehyung and Yoongi heheh also did not proofread yet so I apologize for mistakes!

Min Yoongi was a talented, versatile man. He was skilled in a lot of things—rapping, music production, ensuring that Kim Namjoon stayed alive despite his clumsy two left feet and wildly long limbs, and sleeping for a good ten hours straight on satisfying nights. However, what he was far from qualified in was ice skating. And that was the last thing he wanted to do just a few sprinkle of days away from Christmas.

After pulling him out of the hellhole that was his finals, Namjoon had hauled Yoongi into his car and made their way up to the mountains where he planned an “all boys weekend” which basically implied a lot of booze, a lot of Namjoon flailing around, Hoseok picking up every walking thing with two legs in sight, and Yoongi struggling to keep his sanity intact. That, and a lot of karaoke sessions that Hoseok would drunkenly start in their cozy little lodge suite. They had splurged a little extra in honor of Yoongi’s early finish of his thesis and that meant a snazzy space with three bedrooms for all of them—which was probably for the best because, the first night, Hoseok was already thumping against Namjoon’s walls.

“This always happens,” Yoongi spoke over his coffee, humming as he inhaled the aroma of the bitter brew. His fingers were numb but they were quickly getting their senses back with the warmth radiating from his mug.

Namjoon groaned, fingers tangling frustratedly in his mussed up hair. They hadn’t even reached the weekend and Yoongi could already see the telltale signs of shadows under his eyes. He wanted to spew out an I told you so but it didn’t seem like the right time—not when Namjoon looked about ready to throttle Hoseok who was having his second round with whoever he had plucked from the club last night. “I know, I know,” he moaned, “it’s just so miserable. I wanted it to make a good weekend out for all three of us but he’s not being a team player. And neither are you, you bailed on the club last night.”

“I had to email my professor,” Yoongi smirked.

“Liar,” Namjoon snarled right back, jabbing an accusing finger his friend’s way, “I know Professor Han is already out for break and, when that’s the case, he never replies to his emails. Plus, you submitted your damn thesis a week ago, you’re basically free. A free bird. Caw caw, motherfucker.”

The elder snorted, swallowing the burn of the coffee with a wince. “It was to make sure that he received it. And you know that cramped places like those are not my forte. I was going to end up babysitting the two of you.”

“That’s the point,” he pouted sulkily.

“Nice try,” he scoffed, “I’m not playing into this game again. This was why I refused to come in the first place.”

“You signed a contract by blood.”

Yoongi squinted at him, “You literally scribbled an agreement, pricked my finger and forced me to stamp my thumb on that piece of toilet paper. We were both drunk, I’m surprised you didn’t cut my finger off.”

“By blood,” Namjoon pressed, palms flattened on the pretty marble countertop. They really did invest a good amount to get them a nice accommodation for the weekend. “But there’s this huge party that the lodge is holding tonight, cheap booze,” Namjoon wiggled his eyebrows excitedly, “you should definitely come.”

“I’ll think about it,” he grunted. He honestly had no intentions on sticking around for long even if he did show up. His thesis had drained the last of drop of energy he had in him, and he was surprised that Namjoon and Hoseok stuck around considering the amount of social contact he had to cut off to finish his work by the deadline.

“We are going ice skating today though, so that’ll be fun.”

Yoongi’s face showed otherwise. His expression had twisted bitterly as he gaped at his friend in utter incredulity. “You want me to go ice skating?”

“Yes, it’ll be good bonding time.”

“None of us know how to do it,” Yoongi reasoned.

Namjoon gave a shrug. “They have instructors around to help. Plus, if we go down, we go down together.”

“Fuck you.”

Hoseok came stumbling into the kitchen minutes later, hair sticking up in all sorts of angles and a blinding grin on his face. His neck was littered with purpling bruises that bloomed almost grotesquely. “Good morning, sunshines.”

Yoongi wanted to ask why this guy had light sprouting out of his butt at ass o’clock after he had his brains screwed out of his head. Then again it was Hoseok. The only times Yoongi had seen him in any other mood, he had steered clear. He wasn’t the nicest person when he was a little moody. Second later, another figure appeared in the doorway, looking as disheveled as Hoseok but twice the intensity of being mauled over. “Uh, hey everyone,” the man coughed awkwardly with all the eyes on him and his half-naked figure. “I sort of lost my shirt.”

They all could see that. The guy was good looking, had toned abs and all, tiny—probably Yoongi’s height—and cute as fuck, Hoseok’s and everyone’s type. There was a sweetness to his face that had all of them quietly admiring him. Hoseok had definitely gotten lucky.

“You can walk around without it, babe,” Hoseok beamed. The guy blushed, but fidgeted. “Grab one of my jackets, I’ll probably see you later anyway.”

“Coming to the rink?” the guy perked up, looking surprised. So were the rest of them. Their friend never really did ever come back for seconds, so if he had plans to even hang out with the guy, that said a lot.

Hoseok nodded, still grinning his post-sex afterglow. “Yeah, we’re all going there. So see you then?”

The guy pinked again but nodded shyly, “Okay, I’ll see you all later.” He disappeared back down the hall, then out the door, all of them waiting to hear that soft click.

Namjoon hopped on it first, “Damn. He was cute as fuck.”

“Tell me about it.” Hoseok’s eyebrows jumped enthusiastically. “You should hear his moans too, even cuter.”

“And you’re going back for him?” Yoongi questioned curiously, “That’s a first.”

Hoseok sparkled, his entire face lit up brilliantly like fireworks had burst before him. “He’s really good too, nice ass. Fuck, such a nice ass.” He looked up to the ceiling as if thanking the heavens for gracing him for that Grade A booty. “God, I can’t wait to slide my dick—”

“Anyway,” Yoongi interrupted, shoving a piece of toast into Hoseok’s mouth before he could further detail the process of coitus that Yoongi was familiar with and certainly did not need to hear coming from his friend’s mouth.

“I’m going to get ready, get myself all dolled up,” Namjoon fluttered his eyelashes teasingly, smiling. “I heard the instructors are gorgeous. I wouldn’t mind snatching one of them up for tonight.”

“Like your no-game ass is ever going to nail one of them,” Yoongi snorted. Hoseok high-fived him with a laugh. The two of them knew what always happened whenever Namjoon tried to pull off the smooth and suave. No matter how many times they’ve told him that his charms lied in his intelligence and awkwardness, Namjoon tried to work the “cool” look and always ended up embarrassing himself with double the humiliation.

The youngest of them narrowed his eyes, “Don’t test me. I’m going to be so riled up to get good ass if you put it that way.”

“Alright, honey,” Yoongi smiled sweetly, patting Namjoon’s cheek patronizingly, “go get dressed up so we can get you that ass you need, yeah?”

“Fuck you.”

—

The thing about being up in the mountains, far away from civilization and trapped in the only building that existed with only snow and hills surrounding it, was that there was no escape whatsoever. Yoongi had learned his lesson that having no exit door was never a good sign, but he supposed that—just this time—he could make it work.

Namjoon had bounced all the way down to the outdoor area where all the kids were playing. It seemed a little strange, Yoongi supposed, to see three grown men fumbling around with their laces as they attempted to balance themselves on the blade of their shoes. While Yoongi and Hoseok managed to keep their composure, Namjoon was hanging onto every possible surface for dear life with shaky knees. They had laughed about it for a little while, the two of them tittering about how ridiculous their friend looked. However, they really did speak too soon when they actually arrived on the ice.

The ground was slippery, had Yoongi clinging onto the barriers with his gloved hands to avoid falling flat on his face and gluing his skin to the freezing cold ice. Hoseok was slowly making his way around the rink, going ahead of Yoongi and laughing, only to stop when he lost his balance, then proceeded to cackle at him again. However, the dark horse of this entire story was probably Namjoon. The man was a fucking whiz on the ice.

Yoongi should’ve known better that karma always played fairly and that the two of them would get what was coming for them when they had snickered over Namjoon’s misery. Now, the youngest of them was gliding, slip and sliding all over the ice easily. Gone was the baby fawn and came in the massive buck who conquered the task. Well, that’s something to expect from a genius who managed to nail everything that needed skills and practice—except life, Namjoon was still working on life.

“Hey, hyung,” Namjoon called out and Yoongi could already feel the irritation bubbling in his veins as he turned slowly to face the other man. Namjoon was wiggling his ass stupidly while his feet maneuvered smoothly upon the cold surface. His glide was almost impeccable and Yoongi could’ve sworn he saw the guy do a figure eight at some point.

“Shut the fuck up, Namjoon,” Yoongi growled, fingers gripping the walls of the rink for dear life. Namjoon howled in laughter before skating away, hands behind his back. Smooth motherfucker. If only he had that kind of gracefulness in every other occasion too, maybe Yoongi would stop having a billion heart attacks whenever he handled pans in the kitchen.

Hoseok popped up behind him, purposely giving him a hard pat on the back then laughing when Yoongi jolted forward with a yelp. “The more you stick to the sides, the scarier it gets you know. You just have to embrace the feel.”

The only thing Yoongi would be embracing if he let go was the searing pain of his body doing an entire dive onto the ice, and the embarrassment of tumbling in front of dozens of other kids who had no problem working their own skates. It really was humiliating to be upstaged by ten-year-olds who kept pointing their fingers at him and muffling their laughter.

“Hey, Hoseok, here’s an idea. Fuck off,” Yoongi scowled bitterly. Hoseok only snorted again, poking at his friend. The incessant action had him wiggling around to avoid it, had him sticking his hand hard into Hoseok’s side to get him away.

“Hyung!” This time, it was another voice. It was the kid from earlier, the one who had gotten his ass wrecked by Hoseok.

“Jiminie!” Hoseok squealed, pouncing on the boy almost immediately. The guy looks brighter now, cleaner. It was sort of weird seeing the two of them side by side. It was as if there were two suns competing to shine brighter than the other. The Jimin guy giggled.

He wasn’t stripped half-naked this time (unfortunately) and was decked out in a navy and maroon puffy jacket zipped up with a logo of the lodge. “Are you an instructor here?” Yoongi queried with a curious raise of his brow.

“Yeah!” Jimin beamed, nearly blinding Yoongi with all the brightness he was radiating. “I’m a student studying sports therapy but I’ve been skating my entire life, been working here every break since I started.” That explained the entire chocolate abs thing he had going on.

“Mhm,” Hoseok cooed, pinching his cheek, “but Jiminie’s mine for today.” Jimin flushed at that, scarlet creeping up his neck and reaching the tips of his ears.

“Do you need some help, hyung?” Jimin asked warily, concern dripping in his voice. Wow, cute and sweet. Why didn’t Yoongi have this kind of luck?

Hoseok crinkled his nose and tightened his hold around Jimin’s arm. “Don’t worry about him. He said he was perfectly fine.”

Jimin’s gaze fell to Yoongi’s wobbling legs. He looked like a newborn foal trying to get a steady grip on life. “Are you sure—”

“He’s fine,” Hoseok insisted.

“I can get my friend, give me a second.” God bless this boy. God fucking bless this angel of a human being. Hoseok could go suck his dick and choke on it. Jimin’s that was. Yoongi wasn’t letting his friend anywhere near his dick. “Tae! Hey, over here!” He was waving down one of the guys wandering around the rink in the same uniform.

Yoongi squinted at the faraway figure. He looked tall but he did seem to have the skills to move around the ice, as he should as an instructor. When he arrived, he should’ve known that a beautiful person like Jimin would have beautiful friends too. Yoongi just didn’t expect his smile to have double the butterfly effect in his stomach. He’s never felt his guts flip this way, it was almost unnerving.

“This is my friend, Taehyung,” Jimin introduced with a huge smile, “he’s one of our best here so he can take care of you, uh…”

“Yoongi,” he cleared his throat, sticking out his hand and realized too late that it was a mistake because he lost his balance and almost slipped to land on his ass. However, his white knight had swooped in and caught him right before he—

“Whoa there, be careful.”

Yoongi was going to nut.

The man’s voice was rich and velvety. There was a baritone ring to it that would’ve sounded wonderful if he crooned something as cozy as jazz. It certainly didn’t match up to his expectations. His voice had something strange brewing inside his stomach.

“Yoongi, you good, man?” Hoseok peered at him curiously as if asking him where in the world he just went to.

It was then he realized he was still clutching onto Taehyung for dear life. The realization had him jerking away in embarrassment, hands flying to grab hold onto the railings instead.

His friend grinned stupidly at him. “Well, now I know that you’re in good hands—” something told Yoongi that Hoseok knew that he was very much affected by the stranger next to him “—I’ll leave you both to it. Come on, Jiminie, show me the ropes.” The pair skated away, Jimin’s smaller stature guiding Hoseok.

Meanwhile, Yoongi was still wobbling around on the side. Taehyung breezed closer to him, proximity unnerving. “Need a hand?” he grinned, lips squaring up to reveal a perfect set of teeth. He was cute. Too cute. Yoongi didn’t handle cute well. Or any other form of attractive in fact.

“I’m—” Okay should’ve been the next word, but it turned out that he was most definitely not okay. “Yeah, sort of.”

Taehyung chuckled and even that sound reverberated something warm through him, a tingling left on his skin that had his hairs rising. It was sort of terrifying how this man’s voice alone did wonders to Yoongi when he had barely spoken two words. The tall boy held out his hand, gleaming smile still glittering on his face. Yoongi took it cautiously, more for the sake of his safety rather than the beating of his heart.

Slowly, he eased Yoongi away from the sidelines and towards the actual ice where the action was packed. It was frightening to say the least. However, Taehyung was patient and guided him gently and instructing him how to move his feet. This was good, this was actually okay. Yoongi could get the hang of this. Minutes ago, he was this close to throwing Namjoon off a hill, but this wasn’t so bad once he got used to it.

“You’re a natural,” Taehyung brightened.

“I bet you get paid to say that to all the guests,” Yoongi chuckled nervously.

Taehyung shook his head and flashed another grin, “Only the cute ones, cross my heart.”

Yoongi didn’t handle flirts well either. And Taehyung was a cute flirt. “Well, I’m touched,” he chose to say instead.

“Boys weekend?”

He nodded in confirmation, “Got sort of dragged out here by those two. The cold isn’t really my thing, I’m barely alive with how freezing Seoul is most of the time.”

“I feel you,” Taehyung huffed a laugh, puffs of white forming before his lips, “It doesn’t snow much in Daegu so coming up here every break was like a miserable slap in the face from Jack Frost.”

“You’re from Daegu?” Yoongi’s eyebrows jumped.

“Yeah! Are you too?” Taehyung was practically brimming with excitement and Yoongi was thankful he had the right answer, otherwise he would’ve disappointed the poor boy.

Yoongi grinned, “Yeah, born and raised. Only moved to Seoul for college.”

The two ended up chatting amicably about shared memories and places from back in their hometown. Despite loving Seoul to its fullest, they couldn’t help but have a mutual understanding of homesickness after having been away in the city for so long. Taehyung told him about his grandfather’s strawberry farm, how he used to spend nearly the entirety of his childhood there, and Yoongi with his parents and brothers who hadn’t been the most supportive of his initial endeavor for his future.

“But I’m glad they approve of it now,” Taehyung hummed, “it’s good to have some backbone. Anyway, even if you didn’t, you’d still be doing something you’re passionate about and, despite what people say, I think that’s enough to keep you going in life.”

“That’s a good mindset to have,” Yoongi murmured thoughtfully.

They hadn’t realized how much time had passed until Jimin was approaching them, Hoseok in tow. Their hairs looked mussed up and Yoongi wasn’t sure whether it was due to the whipping wind or if they had snuck away to make out somewhere. “Tae, it’s time for a shift change,” Jimin grinned, looping his arm through his friend’s. “How was your session?”

“Was good, we talked a lot,” Taehyung giggled, “hyung here is from Daegu too. It was really nice to meet you. I’ll see you at the party tonight?”

Well, Yoongi hadn’t planned on going. It looked like a trainwreck waiting to happen. Hoseok’s elbow dug into the elder’s side, eliciting a yelp out of him. “We’ll be there,” he grinned for the two of them.

“Great,” Taehyung beamed, though his gaze focused solely on Yoongi. If Yoongi didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn the boy’s smile was a little shy, tinged with a hint of hopefulness. “See you both then.”

It wasn’t until the pair skated away and Hoseok was pounding on the questions that he realized that Taehyung had kept a hand a hand around his waist the entire time.

Yoongi was going to nut.

—

The party turned out to be a bore after all. The only people participating in the actual games were senior citizens who looked like they could barely make their way to the slopes. Hoseok and Namjoon, safe to say, were disappointed. They deflated faster than a popped balloon when they saw the thrilling crowd to entertain. “Fuck it,” Hoseok growled, “if I can’t get my party on then I’m at least going to get trashed.”

However, his plans were foiled when Jimin curled behind him, arms wrapping around his lean waist. Yoongi had never seen the boy melt so fast. It looked as if his entire body just molded back against the younger boy. “Rushing off so soon?” Jimin asked, blinking his eyes adorably at Hoseok.

The man was fucking whipped, they all could practically hear the figurative whip landing across his ass. Hoseok basically bloomed as he turned around and wrapped himself around Jimin, lips seeking the other’s. Well, that was it. One man down, two more to go. Namjoon muttered a “the fuck” under his breath before waving it off and striding away in search of his own vice—namely, alcohol.

Yoongi eyed Taehyung whose eyes were darting between him and the shameless couple whose hands had begun to roam. “Uh, wanna get a drink or something?” Yoongi suggested, clearing his throat.

Taehyung grinned, “On the job, can’t. But I can watch over you drink, make sure you get back okay.”

As the two made their way to the bar, walking past a few elderly couples who greeted Taehyung fondly, Yoongi wondered if this man was just a people whisperer. He seemed to be very good at the whole wooing everyone to liking him business. “You’re still on the job? I thought you were just the skating instructor.”

“I am, but I volunteered to help out with the party a little, make sure it doesn’t get too crazy you know.”

Yoongi glanced briefly to the mellow crowd, smirking, “Yeah, I bet it’s going to get wild tonight.” Taehyung elbowed him with a low chuckle.

They ended up sitting by the bar where Namjoon joined them. Taehyung was friendly still, bringing up conversation topics with Namjoon to keep the elder talking and the awkward silence nonexistent. When prompted, Yoongi knew his friend could keep going on and on all night about whatever topics he came up with. Namjoon and Taehyung found mutual ground on alien, extraterrestrial theories. Yoongi found mutual ground with his gin and tonic (laugh at him all you want but at least he’s got a sweet drink and a good time).

“Well, it has been lovely talking to you, Taehyung,” Namjoon genuinely said and added a theatrical bow. “Alas, I must now find a young maiden or lad to warm my sheets. Farewell, friends.”

“Don’t mind him,” Yoongi rolled his eyes as a response to Taehyung’s quizzical look. “He starts pushing Shakespeare when he’s a little tipsy. Let him be.”

Taehyung laughed, nodding in understanding, before propping his arms up on the countertop. He leaned closer towards Yoongi who had his fingers circling his glass. “What about you?” Taehyung started, “What are you like when you’re tipsy?”

His eyes were dancing with mirth that had flashbacks coursing through his mind. Tipsy Yoongi wasn’t the best Yoongi. Most of the time, it involved a lot of bad rapping and rhymes (that would grate on Namjoon’s nerves most), and other times he tended to spill everything in his mind, a word vomit of sorts. “I’m chill,” he instead said.

The other boy clearly wasn’t buying it, giggling as he inched closer, going as far as tapping Yoongi’s nose. “I don’t believe that. I feel like you’ll start saying things you don’t intend to get out of your head. All your dirty secrets.”

Well, that hit the nail right on the head. “Maybe,” Yoongi shrugged nonchalantly.

Taehyung snickered again, bringing his hand up and sliding it across Yoongi’s broad shoulder. He crinkled his nose cutely and grinned, “Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind then, big boy?”

Big boy. Yoongi choked on his drink, the burn creeping up his throat. “I–uh—not sure what you mean.”

“Mhmm,” Taehyung hummed, “come on. You can tell me. I’ve been wondering what your sincere thoughts of me are.”

“We just met,” Yoongi swallowed. Yes, they literally just met hours ago. That was it. But Taehyung still made him jittery, made him feel like he was fifteen again with a crush on the kid who smiled as brilliantly as Taehyung did and offered the sweetest words to console Yoongi and his dreams at the time. It made him feel like the sun was shining a little warmer, the night a little nicer, and the atmosphere a little more magical.

The gin was really messing with his head. He was starting to make himself believe in love at first sight and all that fictitious whatnot.

“Yeah, but what do you think of me? What’s the verdict, boss?” Taehyung smiled, something in his eyes indicating a sign of something dancing in his mind. The elder wasn’t sure what to make of it. “How about I go first?”

“Alright,” Yoongi replied, shifting on his stool.

“I think you’re hot,” Taehyung confessed simply. The brevity of his words had Yoongi pausing to think. That was… good right? An attractive man found him attractive. “I really want you to fuck me.”

Holy shit. His drink dribbled from his lips when he unconsciously parted his lips in surprise. He quickly reached for a napkin to wipe it all up, cheeks flushing a deep red and it wasn’t from the alcohol. Taehyung didn’t look fazed in the least—he probably had people spilling drinks out of their mouths all the time.

“That’s, uh, rather bold,” Yoongi said stupidly. What he meant to sungay was that was a fucking swell idea and his room’s door was open 24/7 for him.

Taehyung rolled his shoulders. “You’re here for the weekend, we don’t exactly have excess time to spend, hyung. I’d rather cut it straight to the chase instead of beating around the bush with neither of us ending up satisfied. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I, um, I guess so,” Yoongi said. He was feeling less and less intellectual by the second in that moment.

“So,” Taehyung licked his lips, dark gaze lifting to meet Yoongi’s stunned ones, “how about it? I end in like an hour. Feel up to it?”

Yoongi could only gulp and nod, “Y-yeah, sounds great. I can work with that.”

“Perfect.” Taehyung’s hand appeared on his knee. Why was his hand on his knee? It was going to make his boner even more evident before the boy who had propositioned him. Very smoothly, might he add. “I have to do my rounds for the night, but I’ll meet you after?”

“Yeah, after works.”

At this point, all Yoongi could do was agree to everything Taehyung was saying.

Taehyung hummed with a devilish twinklier his eye, “Great. Your room then?” Nod. “Are you sure you’re cool with this?” Nod. “Uh—” Nod. “Hyung, you’re kind of scaring me.”

Yoongi was about to nod again but pulled himself out of the stupor. “No, yeah, I mean we’re good. My room’s good. Perfect. You’re perfect. Your face is just really distracting, your lips too. Just… so pretty.”

A laugh bubbled up the younger boy’s throat as he nodded, tilting his body forward to place a soft kiss on Yoongi’s cheek. “You can get more acquainted with my lips later, hyungie.”

God, yes.

—

Preparing to get acquainted with Taehyung’s body meant spending nearly half an hour pacing the length of his room. He had probably traced the circumference of every inch of his room five times over with his feet in the last few minutes. Yoongi had escaped the humdrum party soon after Taehyung left to hop onto his duties, but gave Taehyung his room number to visit later.

Taehyung had drifted away with a promise to come by.

Yoongi hadn’t stopped sweating since.

When the doorbell rang, he had bounded over to the entrance hall, briefly glancing at the hallway mirror to fix up his hair, before reaching for the knob. He had never been this nervous before a hookup, ever. Maybe it was due to the fact that Taehyung was possibly the most beautiful human being he had ever seen.

Conjuring up the image of the man in his mind, Yoongi could see the smooth slope of his nose and the single mole printed on his skin. Then there was the way his eyes crinkled whenever he smiled, lips stretching to reveal a set of teeth that sparkled in the daylight. His jawline wasn’t sharp, but was defined enough to leave Yoongi with the urge to run his lips along it.

“Hey,” he coughed when he swung open the door to find Taehyung standing with one hand on the frame, his body leaning in.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

Fuck. Him.

“Not gonna invite me in?” Taehyung questioned teasingly when the two of them had been in a strange standstill.

“Right, come in.”

One thing led to another—read: the second Taehyung stepped into the room, Yoongi clicking the door shut behind him, Taehyung had him pinned up against the wall. His lips moved almost on instinct to cover Yoongi’s. The elder had been taken aback at first, lips parting in surprise and Taehyung took that opportunity to slip his tongue in. Yoongi had never been big on kisses, never liked people sticking their tongues down his throat.

However, the way Taehyung was twisting his tongue against Yoongi’s, the way he was stroking the insides of his cheeks and how his large hands smoothed down Yoongi’s shoulders had him shaking against the boy. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, hyung,” Taehyung whined quietly as he nosed the elder’s cheek before moving down to paste wet kisses on his neck. His teeth grazed the skin and brought blood rushing to the surface in a littering of marks.

“W-wait, let’s take this to my room, I don’t need my friends barging in on us,” Yoongi stuttered, fingers clutching Taehyung’s jacket. This was more for support than anything. If he had felt vulnerable on the ice, he was downright helpless in that moment. Taehyung nodded and began walking.

He only looked back when he realized that Yoongi wasn’t following him. “Hyung, you good?”

“Uh, yeah, just trying to feel my legs again,” Yoongi chuckled weakly. He was but a weak man.

Taehyung laughed and returned to his side, grabbing hold of his skinny arms and practically dragging him into the room. The elder landed on the bed with a soft thump and, before he could even take a breath, Taehyung was already on top of him, stealing it from out of his lungs. Their lips latched together, molding into one as Taehyung’s hands wasted no time in working on the buttons of his shirt. “Christ, you’ve got the prettiest skin,” he muttered under his breath, stopping his movements to stare at the paleness of Yoongi’s skin.

It was milky and clean, free of blemishes, but that was a fact soon to be changed when Taehyung dived in for the kill. His teeth were merciless as they nipped on the sensitive parts of him, planting bruises and marks to mark him as his. Yoongi could feel his veins buzzing with life, every inch of him lighting up in flames with Taehyung’s scorching touch upon his skin.

“How do you want me, hyungie?” Taehyung panted as he pulled away, shrugging off his coat and shirt over his head. Yoongi allowed his glance to travel from the expanse of smooth, golden skin. The boy was beautifully breathtaking, like a god descended from the fair heavens. He swallowed as he looked at the delicious contrast between his wild, seductive eyes and the softness of his pudgy stomach.

Yoongi licked his lips as Taehyung pulled his pants off, his hand circling his cock. God, he was long. Cock so pretty and dripping all wet for him. “Want you on your knees, want to see you opening yourself up for me. Can you do that?” The question came as an additional stammer. He didn’t want to sound too demanding.

However, judging by how Taehyung’s eyes had flashed and the slow curl of his lips, the younger didn’t mind it all that much. Instead he grabbed a bottle from his jacket pocket and flipped the cap open, drizzling a good amount onto his fingers and rubbing it in between his digits. “Yeah? You wanna see me fuck myself open?”

“Mm, yeah,” Yoongi nodded, breathing in sharply just as the boy leaned down, pressing his face to the sheets. His long, wet fingers danced along his hips and reached around his back to barely brush over his hole. The puckered ring seemed to tighten at the warning.

It wasn’t long before Taehyung’s subtle moans bounced off the walls of the room. His deep voice bubbled up his throat, squeaky, choked whines escaping as he pushed a finger in then another. His digits tugged on his rim, attempting to stretch it out in preparation for Yoongi.

Meanwhile, the elder watched him in awe. There was something so beautiful about the way Taehyung had his pretty back arched, his ass up in the air in full view. Yoongi couldn’t help his hand from wandering down to his pants, his hand grabbing hold of his crotch as he palmed the growing erection behind the fabric. It really wasn’t enough—not when his imagination was going haywire with Taehyung right there in front of him. It felt like a dream come true seeing how tight Taehyung was.

“I always pegged you to have a loose hole,” Yoongi muttered under his breath, his free hand reaching out to stroke the boy’s supple skin.

Taehyung quivered at the assumption and the other boy’s touch. He tossed a sly look over his shoulder, but the smolder in his gaze wavered as Yoongi danced his pale fingers along his soft, caramel skin. The contrast was enticing, a sweet blend of colors. “I usually do, but being up here means I haven’t been fucked in a while.” His voice cracked in a broken moan as he curled his own fingers inside of him. The elder observed where his fingers joined his hole, watched as he pulled at his opening. God, he was so pretty.

“You tight, Tae?”

“So tight,” Taehyung confirmed in a whine, “bet your fat cock will fill me up real good, huh?”

Fuck yes. A hiss slipped past his gritted teeth as Taehyung sat back on the balls of his feet. His hand was still trapped behind him, sinking deep into his ass as he began to bounce against his palm. Yoongi didn’t think he had ever seen a prettier sight than that. Taehyung’s cock, long and thick, was standing upright. He could see the tip beaded with a drop of white, precome that clung onto his skin before rolling down the length every time he moved. His member thumped against his stomach every time the boy sank down on his fingers, his gaze wild with clouded lust and mouth open, tongue practically dripping with desire.

“My cock’s not too big, but you’re tight enough,” Yoongi grunted.

Taehyung grinned at that, a teasing, mischievous curve of his lips. “Yeah? You got a small cock, hyung?”

When he put it that way, Yoongi was blushing. Sure, he wasn’t the biggest in his friend group, but he wasn’t tiny. Maybe.

“Take it out, hyungie,” Taehyung cooed as if he was coaxing a pet. He shifted closer to the edge of the bed, to where Yoongi stood touching himself through his pants. “I wanna see your cock.”

Licking his lips, the elder quickly worked away at his button and zipper with trembling his fingers. There was this nip of fear that—what if Taehyung didn’t like his size? What if Taehyung was into monstrous-sized co—

“Fuck,” Taehyung clenched his jaw, “fuck, you’re so pretty. Cock like that, shit. Looks small, baby.”

A flush spread across his skin at record speed, coloring his cheeks and the back of his neck to the tips of his ears. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, his lips parting and his throat moving as he swallowed. Taehyung had nudged forward again, his free hand reaching out to wrap around Yoongi’s dick. The first contact was like a relief to his throbbing member, one that had been left without pleasure for too long.

“Do you like that? Do you like being called small?” Taehyung giggled. Yoongi blushed again in response. He’s heard it before from others he’s fucked, knew that he liked his size the way it was, but at the same time, had a Thing for being reminded of it, reminded of how much smaller he was than others. “So cute, hyung,” Taehyung laughed again.

It really should’ve hurt his pride and his bloated ego, but the only pain he could feel was from the sudden rush of blood down between his legs. His knees wobbled a little with Taehyung’s words and he offered no response whatsoever to confirm nor deny that he really did in fact fucking love it when Taehyung called him small.

“Mmm, bet I can take the whole thing in my mouth in one go,” the younger simpered with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Leaning forward and with one hand still behind him to finger himself open, Taehyung parted his lips to mouth at Yoongi’s cock.

The heat that swallowed up his sensitive length was excruciatingly mind-blowing. Taehyung’s tongue pressed down against the sensitive skin and dragged up along the length of it. True to his word, he managed to stick the entire thing down his throat without gagging even once. His nose brushed against the base of his cock where a few curls of hair tickled his face. Yoongi released a low moan and buried his fingers in Taehyung’s soft hair. The gesture had Taehyung groaning as well, the vibrations coursing through his already shaking figure. It pulsed a rhythm through his veins, a quick skip in his heartbeat.

Taehyung pulled off with a loud, purposeful pop before sucking hard on the head again. His tongue darted out to collect the dot of come from Yoongi’s slit before he smiled up at him again. “You’ve got the nicest cock, hyung. I don’t think I’ve ever had cock this pretty and cute before.”

Cute. He called his cock cute. Yoongi should’ve been offended, that would be the normal reaction, wouldn’t it? But he wasn’t. Instead he jerked his hips forward for Taehyung to take him again. Taehyung stroked it in his hand, the length comparable to the size of his palm. It was almost humiliating if it didn’t feel so good.

“So small, hyung, fuck,” Taehyung cursed, “you’re so fuckin’ pretty. I want you stick this in me, stretch me out. You’re small but I promise you I’m tight enough that you can feel my ass squeezing you.”

“Then do it,” Yoongi grumbled, tilting the other boy’s head back so he was looking up at the elder. “Why don’t you turn around and give me your ass so I can fuck you properly.”

Taehyung was practically buzzing in anticipation as he scrambled around, shaking his ass at Yoongi who was about ready to faint with how good Taehyung’s ass looked. “Do your worst.”

Yoongi snatched up a condom from his wallet and quickly rolled it down his length. He picked up the bottle of lube and drenched his cock in it, spreading it along his member.

“You don’t need that much, hyung, it’s not going to hurt that bad with your size.”

The elder stiffened and directed a threatening glare at the younger, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s gonna be tight, but not that tight.”

Yoongi’s hand came down on Taehyung’s ass in an echoing crack. For a second, he thought he had fucked up, thought he had hurt him, but Taehyung’s following whimper proved otherwise. Instead, the younger stuck his ass back at him more, nudging it in his direction. “I thought you were this cute, sweet kid. What happened to him?”

“I turn into an asshole in bed,” Taehyung smirked, “get it, asshole? Ha ha.”

Christ. Yoongi wanted to toss him across his lap and spank the living daylights out of him. But maybe that was for another day (or tomorrow morning). “You always talk this much? Guys never shut you up before.”

“They shut me up once they prove to me they can use their cock properly.”

Growling, Yoongi yanked his ass back, nearly causing the younger to slip his grasp on the sheets. He positioned himself before Taehyung before thrusting his hips to fill him up in one go. The boy jolted forward with the movement, a shocked gasp drawn from his pretty lips. Taehyung had been right. Even with Yoongi’s size, Taehyung was still so, so fucking tight. His ass was snug and warm, wrapped around Yoongi’s dick perfectly.

He swung his body easily, jutting his hips forward to bury his cock over and over again inside of Taehyung. The boy was writhing before him, his slim figure trembling with every one of Yoongi’s thrusts. Yoongi didn’t go easy, he was too impatient, it’s been too long. All he could feel was the absolute ecstasy of the tightness that surrounded his cock, the walls that clenched around his sensitive length to bring him closer to his peak. Taehyung’s cries and little ‘uh-uh-uhs’ only fueled his growing desire, the bubbling warmth brewing inside his belly. His moans were so fucking pretty, Yoongi drank it all up like a drug he could never be clean of.

“Such a cute little ass,” Yoongi grunted, his cock sliding into the tunnel again. It was such a good fit and every time he jerked forward, he could feel Taehyung loosening up to him. “Can’t fuckin’ believe you’re not getting your little hole opened up every night, fucked open like this.”

“Hnnnng, fuck,” Taehyung sobbed, “f-feels so good. O-only want your cock, hyung. You’re so good, fuck me. Fuck me open. Make me your little slut.”

Goddamn. “You want that? Want me to make you my little cockslut?” Yoongi bit back, giving a particularly hard thrust that reached deeper inside of Taehyung. “I should fuck you in the lobby where everyone can see you, see what a pretty little slut you are. Do you want that?” Taehyung was still too immersed in the sensations that engulfed him, bearing Yoongi no response. The elder’s jaw ticked. “Answer me.”

“A-aah, yeah, I want that, want you to make me your slut. Want everyone to see my ass always open for the taking for you,” Taehyung whined, “fuck me harder, h-hyung.”

Yoongi obliged and moved faster and harder, his thighs were aching and his knees were beginning to give, but he pushed through to give Taehyung what he wanted. The boy was already so close, his body giving tremors to how deliriously incredible it felt to be filled up full.

“J-just like that, I-I’m so close,” he choked, breaths hiccuping in his throat.

“Come for me, baby. Come on, show me how much tighter this ass can be. Clench around my cock, slut,” Yoongi snarled, hand coming down on Taehyung’s ass. The action came as a surprise and Taehyung enjoyed it way too much with the way his cock twitched and leaked, dripping precome all over the sheets.

Taehyung gasped, “Again. Hit me again.”

“Like getting punished, huh?” Yoongi chuckled, humoring him with another smack on his other cheek. It was almost mesmerizing to see the soft skin jiggle and Yoongi wished he could capture this moment on camera. “Tell me what you are, baby.”

“I-I’m a slut,” Taehyung hitched, swallowing the thickness in his throat.

“Whose slut?”

“Yours!” he cried as Yoongi thrust forward, hard and fast, again. “Yours! Your slut.”

Yoongi grinned, smoothing his hand down the reddening skin to alleviate the soreness. “Good boy, now, do you want to come for me?” Taehyung nodded eagerly, practically mewling in desperation as he plead for Yoongi to let him come. “Alright, baby, come on. Come for me, I want to see your milk all over my bed.”

His words had Taehyung tipping over the edge, his lips parting soundlessly, eyes blown wide, as white semen spurt out of his cock and spilled all over the bleached sheets. His body was still quaking as Yoongi pounded into him deeper, chasing after his own orgasm and filling the elastic with the result of his climax.

The two were out of breath, stuck in the same position with Yoongi still settled snugly inside of Taehyung. Even worse, Taehyung kept nudging his ass back and squeezing his walls as if to drain Yoongi of every last drop of come.

After Yoongi pulled out of him and cleaned him up, he maneuvered the trembling boy underneath the sheets (after stripping off the gross, come-stained ones despite Taehyung’s filthy protests). “You’re letting me sleep here?” Taehyung smiled softly up at him.

It was almost strange to see the one-eighty he did after sex. This post-orgasm afterglow made him even prettier, gentler, almost angelic. “Of course, it’s late. Get some sleep.”

Taehyung giggled and snuggled into Yoongi’s chest when he slid himself underneath the covers. “A good fuck and a gentleman, I might just keep you.”

Yoongi laughed at that, tucking the younger into his side. “We’ll see how long we can survive each other,” he grinned.

“You’re cute, I’ll tolerate you longer.”

“But who says I’ll tolerate you?”

Taehyung pouted adorably, swatting Yoongi’s chest. “Meanie.”

“Go to sleep, baby.”

The fondness in Yoongi’s voice had Taehyung melting into his grasp as he nodded obediently. “Goodnight.”

#bts #taehyung #yoongi #taegi #taegi17 #bts scenarios #bts ships #bts fanfic #bts smut #taegi scenarios #taegi smut #taegi fanfic

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I’m Nothing Without Her – Part 3 - Liam Dunbar Imagine

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 1,674

Warnings: curse words

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry this took forever! I’ve been extremely busy, but here it is. The final chapter to the mini I’m Nothing Without Her series. I hope you enjoy it. Also, this wasn’t beta-proofed, so sorry for any grammar errors.

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[Part 1] [Part 2]

I watched Liam and Brett from the sidelines, standing next to my teammate Nolan. The team was completely quite as Brett ran towards Liam. Brett tricked him into thinking he was running to the left side before he changed his mind and ran to the right side. Liam missed Brett completely and ended up falling to the ground. Brett pulled his lacrosse stick back before he flung it forward, letting the lacrosse ball fly straight into the net, scoring a goal. The guys on the sidelines “Oooh-ed”, completely impressed by Brett’s trick.

“Perfect split dodge,” Brett explained the play to us with a smirk on his face. He walked backwards until he reached the middle of the lacrosse field. He picked up the ball with his stick and started running towards Liam again. Liam charged towards Brett, only to be shoved to the side with Brett’s shoulder, making him stumble to the ground again. Liam quickly looked up and saw Brett make another goal.

“Perfect rocker,” Brett said as he walked by Liam. The guys were impressed by Brett’s lacrosse skills.

“Just remember to cover your back, especially if your opponent’s a dick,” Liam explained to us as his eyes never left Brett’s.

“You got some pretty big cleats to fill with Scott leaving. You ready for all of this?” Brett asked Liam.

“I managed all summer,” Liam answered, causing me to roll my eyes as I let out a small scoff.

“Summer’s over.”

With my werewolf hearing, I could hear Liam panting heavily as he stared at Brett. I didn’t need my werewolf senses to know he was getting angry. Everyone on the sidelines could see it. Liam was pissed Brett was kicking his ass on the field in front of everyone. As captain, he shouldn’t be this bad. Maybe if he got his head out of his ass and used his werewolf powers, Liam would give Brett a challenge.

The entire team stayed quiet as we watched Brett running towards Liam again. Brett shoved Liam to the ground, his legs flying in the air before his back hit the hard ground again. The guys “Oooooo-ed”again. Liam grunted and huffed as he slowly got up from the ground. His anger was only getting worse by the second. I had no doubt he would be shifting any minute. Even though we weren’t speaking to one another, I knew he was having trouble with his shift with everything going on in his life.

I turned around and saw Mason and Brett’s sister, Lori, sitting on the stands, watching Brett and Liam on the field. They were talking about the first game starting in a couple of weeks before I looked back at Brett and Liam on the field. They somehow ended up inside the goal’s net with Corey. When they untangled themselves and got up, Liam’s breathing was getting heavier by the second. He walked back to his position and if looks could kill, Brett would be a dead man.

Brett was back at the center of the field. He picked up the lacrosse ball with his lacrosse stick again and ran towards Liam. Except this time, Liam bent down and threw Brett over his shoulder, instantly sending him to the ground. Liam picked up the ball and ran towards Corey, whose eyes grew wide with fear. Liam flung the ball to the net, making Corey fall back and the ball going inside the net.

Brett quickly got up and ran towards Liam. “There he is! There’s that IED I remember. What’s it stand for?” He asked.

I heard Liam’s heart racing against his chest. My eyes flickered from his chest to his eyes, which turned gold as he gripped the lacrosse stick tight in his hands. He was seconds away from shifting and I knew I had to do something before anyone on the team would notice.

"Intermittent Explosive Disorder?" Brett asked Liam.

Suddenly, I was mad as I walked towards them. I don’t know what Brett’s plan was, but him taunting Liam wasn't helping. Being a werewolf himself, he should know better than to try and provoke an angry beta with anger issues.

"That's enough, Brett," I said as I shoved him back and stood between them, creating some distance between the two.

"Aww," Brett cooed, "Liam's little girlfriend is here to protect him."

"She's not my girlfriend." "I'm not his girlfriend," Liam and I said at the same time.

"Oh, that's right. She's your best friend," he smirked before his eyes landed on me. "In that case, can I ask her out, Dunbar?"

I crossed my arms to my chest as I stared at Brett. I had no idea what he was doing, but I didn’t like it. I could practically feel Liam's anger radiating off of him. Even though I should have played along with Brett and purposely hurt Liam, because he deserved it, I couldn’t do it. Deep down, a part of me didn’t want to hurt him because I still cared about him.

"No," Liam gritted between his clenched teeth.

"Why not?" Brett asked.

"Because I said so," Liam answered as he took a step forward.

"Liam-" I said as I placed my hand on his chest, stopping him from getting any closer to Brett.

"What are we in 3rd grade?" Brett chuckled at Liam's childish answer. "That's not a good enough reason."

Liam let out a low growl, his eyes turning yellow once again. I turned around and placed both my hands on his chest, holding him back. "Liam-"

Liam looked over my shoulder and ignored me as he stared down at Brett. "Because I'm in love with her!" He snapped loudly.

"Oh snap!" Someone from the sidelines whispered, but us three heard it loud and clear with our werewolf hearing. Soon the guys were talking about how they’ve always known Liam and I had a thing for each other. Some assumed we had already been dating or sleeping with each other.

My hands dropped from Liam's chest before I turned around to look at Brett. I hated him for taunting Liam and making him admit how he supposedly felt about me in front of everyone when I knew deep down nothing was going to happen between us. Now the guys were starting rumors about our “friendship”.

"You know what? Fuck you, Brett, and your need to always push our limits just to try and prove a point!" I snapped before I walked off the lacrosse field. I quickly brushed the fallen tears from my cheeks, hoping no one saw them.

"Y/N!" Liam called after me. I could hear him chasing after me, which only made me walk away from him faster.

"Go away, Liam," I said over my shoulder once I reached the double doors to the locker room building.

"Y/N, please," he begged as he stopped the door with his hand, preventing me from going in.

"What?! What do you want?!" I snapped as more warm tears formed in my eyes.

"You!" He answered without hesitation and with complete honesty.

I shook my head, letting him know it wasn't that simple. "Liam-"

"I want you, Y/N," he said more softly, yet with a hint of pain in his voice. "You have no idea how fucked up I am without you. I thought," he paused for a second and let out a deep sigh as he ran his hand through his sweaty matted hair. "I thought Hayden moving was the worst thing that happened to me, but it wasn't. It was you walking out on me. I'm literally nothing without you, Y/N."

"Liam-" I whispered as tears fell down my cheeks and my heart racing against my chest with his words.

He stepped forward before his hands gently cupped my cheeks. He wiped my tears with the pad of his thumbs. I tried not to crave into his warm touch, but I couldn't help myself.

"Why else would you defend me from Brett? Huh?" He asked as he lifted my chin and looked directly into my tear filled eyes. "Because I know deep down you still care about me," he whispered.

I bit my lip before I spoke, "I'll always care about you, you jackass... I'm in love with you."

Liam's lips formed a small smile, "And I'm in love with you."

I shook my head. "Liam, I would be a rebound-"

"No, you wouldn’t be," he leaned in and captured my lips with his. This time it wasn't forceful like the other day in the locker room, where he seemed like he was trying to prove a point. It was gentle, nice, and slow. The kind every girl wished her first kiss would be like, pure bliss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and sunk into the kiss as he released the butterflies in my pit of my stomach. He pulled me in closer as I deepened the kiss before he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. His lips were so soft and gentle as our lips moved in perfect sync. It wasn't rushed or rough. It was sweet and slow, just like how I imagined our first kiss would be like. It was perfect.

When the burning sensation in our lungs was too much, we broke the kiss. Liam rested his forehead against mine, his warm breath fanning against my lips as his chest quickly rose and fell against mine, trying to catch his breath. "Now tell me that didn't feel like a rebound. Tell me what you felt was real," his lips ghosted against mine.

My heart was still racing against my chest as my hand slid down to his chest, just above his rapid heartbeat. I look down at my hand and traced a heart with the tip of my finger.

"I love you, Y/N. I always have. It just took me a while to realize that," he whispered, almost in a apologetic tone.

I took a deep breath before I looked up at Liam, immediately locking my eyes with his sapphire eyes. "I love you, too, Liam... Just..." I trailed for a second, "Please don't break my heart again."

"I promise if you promise to do the same," he whispered back.

"Promise," I sealed with a kiss.

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captain-erwinmerica · 7 years

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Masquerade 5 - As Cities Burn

Chapters 1-4 can be found here, or on Ao3 here

This chapter is for @kantonliu, who has been doing some amazing fanart for Masquerade and I literally can't thank them enough. Find it here and here on their tumblr account.

I’m not gonna lie, writing tension can get draining af, so take this filler chapter that gave me a nice break from angst haha.

The door clicked shut behind Yuuri as he pushed Victor into the room, sealing in their secrets, locking in all the tension that was currently setting Yuuri’s blood on fire all over again.

Victor played along with a feral curl of his lip as Yuuri pushed him again, back onto the double bed in the centre of the room, plain cotton duvet with only a pillow for each person, simple, if not for the most complicated person on the planet currently scooting backwards to settle himself against the headboard.

Still fully suited in all his glory, the pressed line of his dress pants running along the top of his muscled thighs as he spread them in open invitation, tie impeccable with buttons still done up too far, as if to mock Yuuri by hiding the true prize underneath.

Even behind closed doors; Victor sometimes still liked to pretend, liked to play this game where he was the unshakeable Victor Nikiforov who still had every ounce of control at his fingertips, and so he beckoned Yuuri with nothing but hooded eyes and a self assured smirk that dared Yuuri to do his worst.

There was no way in seven hells that Yuuri could turn down an offer like this, because as intimidating and imposing as Victor was right now, even though it looked like he could order someone’s heart to stop beating without a second thought, like he could make you want to kneel and kiss his feet; Yuuri knew it for the game that it was, because Victor sighed Yuuri’s name then as his need to continue where they left off won over.

And so it was Yuuri crawling onto the bed after him, over him, knees planted either side of Victor’s hips, hands atop the edge of the headboard so he could loom over Victor’s face for a closer look at all that was his.

He wouldn’t ever get over it, the line of his jaw or the curve of his lip, the flawless colour of his skin or his thick silver eyelashes that only served to draw you in the depths of his person. The lone freckle he had on his left cheekbone, the striations of blue in his irises that never seemed to be the same the next time he looked at them.

“Sometimes, I don’t even think you’re a real person.” Yuuri commented dryly as anticipation lodged in his throat, because everytime the realisation never failed to stun him that someone could actually exist who Yuuri felt this strongly for. It was terrifying.

“You can’t kiss what isn’t real, Yuuri.” Victor prompted then with an amused huff, and then the feather light touch of his fingers found the nape of Yuuri’s neck to urge him close, to bring their lips together in whispers of kisses until it was clear that Yuuri wasn’t going to stop.

Victor’s hand fell away to his side then as Yuuri kissed him deeper, open mouthed and chaste and not quite deep enough for Victor’s liking, it was fun to make Victor clench at the sheets in frustration, fun to have Victor growl as Yuuri pulled away and trailed nips of teeth and kisses down his jaw instead.

Yuuri pulled at the knot of Victor’s tie as he went to work on the heated skin of Victor’s pulse, tugging at the silk until it came loose enough to let him undo the top button, and the next button after that, and every other button until he got to waistband of Victor’s dress pants.

That’s when Yuuri couldn’t fight the urge to have another look, couldn’t help sitting back on his knees to see Victor’s ravenous gaze staring back at him with impatience and the mask of Victor Nikiforov back with not a hint of anything else underneath; demanding Yuuri to keep going.

And Yuuri would never fail to want either, to burn from the inside out because Victor’s suit jacket was pushed open just enough to reveal the unmistakable butt end of his weapons in their holsters, still fully loaded and so thrillingly dangerous, then there was his crisp white dress shirt underneath; parted enough to reveal the muscled dip in Victor’s chest, the ripple of his abs as he breathed his lust heavy breaths, a path of perfect skin that in this moment, was made to be worshipped.

Yuuri did just that, let himself be drawn back down by the sight of Victor’ bare skin that was there for the tasting.

“I think I like this method of you making it up to me.” Victor hummed then as his head fell back against the headboard, as he closed his eyes and relished the feel of Yuuri’s lips lighting fire down his skin.

And Victor groaned, a deep rumble in his chest as he caught on to where this was going, the tented fabric of his pants enough to communicate his own want.

Yuuri couldn’t say who would like it more, the novelty of being able to be spontaneous wouldn’t ever wear off, the notion of just being able to fool around because all they had now was time, time to drive each other to the brink of a different kind of insanity.

The metallic clink of Victor’s belt buckle seemed obscene in the silence, filthy in what it stood for, agonising as it pooled the tension low in Yuuri’s gut. Victor offered his hips to the ceiling without resistance so Yuuri could pull them down enough to make his heart lose its mind, to reveal the sharp corners of his hips and the muscled V that led down to his briefs, to fully uncover the scar Yuuri had sliced into his skin years ago.

Yuuri always started there, the top of the silvery knit of healed skin, sucking and nibbling his way down as Victor’s fingers curled tighter in the covers, and it was funny how someone so seemingly unbreakable, someone so strong and so collected could crumble in an instant when Yuuri got to the panel of soft flesh below his hipbone. That was always the part that Yuuri liked most, because Victor’s hands found his head then as he gasped, fingers wound their way into his hair, unrelenting in their grip because Victor was never shameless in saying what he wanted, in expressing how good he felt, and it was Yuuri’s pleasure to make Victor want it more than his brain knew how to cope with.

So Yuuri gave his body more slow attention, laves of his tongue that dipped under the elastic band of his briefs as the grip in his hair slowly pulled tighter, as Victor rolled his hips up, opened his legs further and shuddered when Yuuri put him partially out of his misery to mouth at the fabric restraining Victor’s dick.

He wound Victor up more, as much as he could, he wrecked his breathing, pinned his hips down to make Victor growl once again with frustration and pleasure all at the same time. Yuuri sucked and nipped, running his teeth up the damp material in a mocking rehearsal of what Victor really wanted.

He could feel Victor’s eyes watching his every move now, attentive and rapt on the vision of Yuuri’s pink lips working over the black fabric of his underwear, the contrast of colour no doubt making everything that much easier to see.

And it seemed Victor couldn’t take much teasing today, because the threaded fingers in his hair pulled Yuuri just far enough up for eye contact, for Yuuri to see Victor with his pupils blown, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and that feral smirk back again because he knew Yuuri was going to give him what he wanted.

“You’re horrible, Yuuri, to make me wait like this.” Victor teased, heated and antagonistic as he brought his other hand up to run his thumb along the line of Yuuri’s bottom lip, tugging on it as he spoke.

“Good things come to those who wait, Victor.” Yuuri teased back, sucking at Victor’s thumb for good measure, spiking the fire in Victor’s eyes because it wasn’t his thumb that Victor wanted Yuuri’s mouth on at all.

Despite the madness in his eyes, Victor still managed to reply with the sincere and heartbreaking voice of the truth, the whisper traveled down Yuuri’s skin; “Don’t you think I’ve waited long enough to have you, Yuuri?”

Victor’s palm radiated warmth as Yuuri gave in then and leant into the touch, as he kissed Victor’s hand and let himself be swept away all over again. “Yeah,” Yuuri agreed, “I think you have.”

And it was insane, how Victor could make Yuuri want to give him everything with just a word like that, how he could make Yuuri want to spoil him rotten with attention and pleasure and everything that Victor craved. This is why Victor was most dangerous like this.

Yuuri didn’t need the hand in his hair to guide him back down, but it did, it pulled his hair tighter in anticipation as Yuuri pulled Victor’s briefs down at last, as he took Victor’s throbbing dick in his hand and positioned it in front of his lips.

Victor was watching still, brows pinched with restraint as Yuuri thumbed the smooth skin on the underside of his length, pulsing as blood pumped through to make him harder still.

“Don’t hold back.” Victor quoted Yuuri’s own words back to him, made them a challenge and an order all at once, an invitation for Yuuri to do his worst, because that’s the way Victor liked it.

Yuuri didn’t waste anymore time then, no more teasing kisses and licks, he took Victor completely by surprise as Yuuri wet his lips one last time and then promptly took Victor into his mouth with a slow drag of his lips sealed tight around his girth.

“Fuck.” was all Victor managed then, his grip now painfully tight in Yuuri’s hair as he threw his head back and exhaled an explosive breath.

“More, take it all in.” Victor urged, and it really was as Yuuri said; Victor wasn’t ashamed to tell Yuuri exactly what he wanted.

He wasn’t afraid to moan aloud without a care about his volume as Yuuri took him all the way to the back of his throat, he wasn’t embarrassed to bite at his own lip and use both of his hands to cup the back of Yuuri’s head, to rock his hips up and slowly fuck Yuuri’s face in slow, drawn out thrusts.

Victor’s fingers scratched at his scalp as he let out a huff of pleasure, as he bared his neck to the ceiling and let his jaw hang slack with silent words that weren’t in English anymore.

And Yuuri liked that reaction a lot, he liked the way it twisted the heat in his gut and pooled the tension in his groin, he liked that he was the only person that Victor would give his control to like this.

So Yuuri swallowed him back deep in his throat, massaged Victor’s length all the way up as he laved at the base with his tongue, pulled at the smooth skin with his lips, he did it over and over again as Victor moved his hips, as Victor’s body coiled taut with need, as Victor’s stinging grip drew tears from the corners of Yuuri’s eyes.

“Yesss, like that.” Victor hissed when Yuuri changed rhythm, as he sped up and let Victor pull his hips back before rocking them up to bury himself deep into the heat of Yuuri’s mouth, and Yuuri knew there was no control left with Victor now, because the steady pace increased, as frantic and needy as the stuttered breaths Victor was taking.

“Ungh, Yuuri.” Victor whispered one last time, and Yuuri didn’t need a warning, because he knew the moments right before Victor came more than Victor did himself.

All of Victor’s muscled tensed at once as his lower back arched against Yuuri’s face, fingers lost their strength as he pulled at Yuuri’s hair desperately to grind deep in Yuuri’s throat, his breath froze heavy in his throat, and it was all the instant before Victor came with release of all that tension, as his breath raced from his lungs with a rumble of pleasure, as his hips lost rhythm and trembled in the weakness of Victor’s high.

And before Yuuri could finish swallowing it down; Victor was already in full control of his senses as he tugged Yuuri back up, as he settled Yuuri on his lap, sideways against his chest so he could suck at Yuuri’s neck with fervour, so he could feel the rolling motion of Yuuri’s throat as Yuuri swallowed the last of his release, and that only made Victor more fervent in the attention he gave Yuuri’s skin, because it made Victor crazy with satisfaction that Yuuri took every single part of him.

“You know, I hate that you’re so good at that.” Victor mumbled against his skin after a time, after his breathing evened out and his pulse had slowed, as he cupped Yuuri’s dick over the fabric of his pants and rubbed with his palm only a mocking amount of friction.

“Why?” Yuuri could only question with half of his attention, but Victor stopped then instead, his hand firm around the shape of Yuuri’s own desperate need, his mouth threateningly hot as he blew puffs of air on Yuuri’s skin to raise the hairs on his neck.

“You were that good when we first met, and it makes me boil with jealousy, Yuuri, because you must of learnt with someone else.” Victor confessed with a quiet mutter, dark and greedy and dead serious, once again not afraid to say exactly what he was feeling. “I even killed one of my men when I got back once because I was in such a temper.”

And Yuuri could only laugh and take Victor’s hand at that, thread their fingers together and kiss him as he faced Victor’s obsession head on with his own. “You’re insufferable.” Yuuri teased.

It’s not like he could ever reveal exactly where Yuuri had picked up on all these things, the moment Minako found out Yuuri was %100 gay when he was 16 years old was the moment Yuuri’s life became hell. She used to ramble on in the middle of sparring sessions about the perfect way to seduce a man, the best way to con him into giving up everything he owned, or about the best sexual position to be in so you could slit someones throat before they knew what hit them, all the way down to the right way to literally blow someones mind like Yuuri had just done. It was pretty damn hard not to take it all in when Minako used to drill him with questions out of the blue in the middle of fight training, because if he got the answer wrong he’d have to endure that particular lesson all over again. Like Yuuri said, hell.

No fucking way could Victor ever find that out.

“It’s lucky you think I’m hot then.” Victor chuckled as he ran his nose up behind Yuuri’s ear with a tickle of breath.

Once again, Yuuri couldn’t help himself, because Victor was too easy, too addictive and too adorable when he took the bait.

“When did I ever say that?” Yuuri cocked a brow as he questioned, laughing the instant Victor gasped and then followed it with his ridiculous heart shaped mouth and watery blue eyes as he whined.

“Yuuuri!” and even as he said it was laughing too, rolling them both over on the bed to pin Yuuri down by the hands with his hands, by the hips with his hips, half hard against Yuuri again already.

When Yuuri said Victor was insufferable it was meant in the best possible way, because now he was looming over Yuuri, eyes alive with a childish expression, and then there was the rest of him, his jacket and shirt hanging wide open to reveal the full expanse of his body, the thick muscles of his chest, the flex of his abs as Victor braced his core to hold himself up, there was so much strength inside this one person, and it drove Yuuri crazy in turn.

“You’re right.' Yuuri eventually said, not afraid to admit this one thing, “I do think you’re pretty hot.”

Victor’s expression turned into one of triumph in the blink of an eye, self confident and playfully arrogant as he spoke. “I know.”

It was Victor’s turn to kiss him this time, to take control and kiss him until Yuuri could no longer forget his own aching need.

“Now that you’ve paid your dues, let me take care of you, Yuuri.”

It was late morning, after Victor well and truly took care of Yuuri, after a few hours sleep that Yuuri walked back down the hallway in Victor’s shirt instead of his own bloodstained one, and even though it was too big, the scent of Victor on his skin fit just right.

He’d left Victor to sleep, to lay in and catch up on rest because for the last week he’d been the last to shut his eyes and the first to wake, and that was even though Yuuri slept minimal hours himself. He would never forget the image of walking in on Victor in the lounge after Yuuri woke to find the bed empty, standing at the window that looked over the ocean with a searching gaze that was trying to see everything at once, his blue eyes vivid against the dim light of dusk, it would haunt him, because Yuuri hated seeing Victor alone.

The kitchen was empty when he found it, the polished wooden floors cold underfoot as he padded across to explore the cupboards for a glass so he could get a drink and try forge another plan to make it to Phichit in one piece.

The window over the spotless stainless steel bench looked out over the expanse of concrete that Yuuri crossed earlier to get to the house, and from here he got to take in more of the property as he filled a glass from the tap at the sink.

The garage where they’d left the car was nestled next to another double doored garage, Yuuri could see through the open doors from here, and inside there wasn’t more equipment for Otabek’s trade like he thought there might be, but rows of motorbikes that were all polished until Yuuri could see their chrome accents shining even from this distance.

That would explain where Yurio got the motorbike from to get to their house in the hills.

There were stacks of spare tyres and pieces of machinery even Yuuri couldn’t name, all well kept and rust free should they be needed for Otabek’s next job, Yuuri guessed. He was halfway through refilling his glass again, looking into the overcast sky into a future that Yuuri couldn’t even begin to predict anymore when the sound of another pair of footsteps entered the kitchen behind him.

Yuuri turned on instinct, put his back to the window because it felt so fundamentally wrong to leave it exposed to anyone, and Otabek just continued into the room, nonchalant as he went to the same cupboard to get himself a coffee cup before setting the jug to boil.

“Coffee?” Otabek asked like this could have been their usual morning routine, like outside this fenced property the Russian Mafia wasn’t turning St Petersburg on its head to find them.

“Thanks.” Yuuri appreciated Otabek’s sense of calm, found himself comforted in the fact that Victor trusted this person.

Time stretched out as the sound of the jug boiling filled the gap, the bubble of water, the hiss of steam as the button flicked back when the water reached temperature, it was easy to be in the same room with Otabek and feel at ease, Yuuri noted.

“This morning was the second time.” Otabek spoke randomly as he moved about the kitchen with the clink of spoons on ceramic as he made coffee for two.

“Sorry?” unable to follow the meaning, Yuuri looked to Otabek then, who’d stopped what was doing and was looking at Yuuri eye to eye with no intent or judgement.

“This morning was the second time I’ve been scared of someone.” came the blunt admission, Otabek’s expression was impassive, but Yuuri knew at that moment there weren’t any lies hiding anywhere underneath his skin.

“That’s not something I hear very often.” Yuuri brushed it off as a cup of black coffee was handed to him.

“Pfft, from the way Yura was going on about you a few hours ago I wouldn’t believe it.” Otabek gave him a sideways glance as he leant against the countertop.

“Appearances can be deceiving.” was all Yuuri said as he took to looking out the window again, and nothing he’d ever said in his life had been more true than that.

“Words to live by.” came the quiet agreement, and Yuuri didn’t know why after knowing this person for not even the space of a day that he found that he liked him, maybe because Otabek seemed open enough, maybe he had nothing to hide. He didn’t ask questions, didn’t try to pick you apart on first sight, and that wasn’t something you encountered very often in his walk of life

“You’re sure you want to involve yourself in this?” Yuuri asked when his cup was half empty, because he wouldn’t tolerate someone joining them with half assed intentions.

Otabek smirked then, it was small and sly, and there was no way Yuuri could have misunderstood it. “I was already involved. I met with Yakov and Georgi during the week, they gave me a big sum and contracted me to find you… but they never explicitly stated that I had to tell them when I did.” and he let himself have a quiet chuckle as he sipped at his coffee.

All Yuuri could do was stare back at Otabek, rightfully stunned at the sheer guts it took to deceive such a powerful organisation.

“Shit was going to hit the fan either way, if I could have given Vitya enough time to slip away then that would have been better, but it was too late.” Otabek shrugged as he continued, seemingly comfortable with telling Yuuri this information, “Yura wouldn’t let up, I made him promise not to do anything drastic, but it looks like you won’t have any trouble with him now.”

“Why?” was all Yuuri could ask, and Otabek knew exactly what he meant, because you didn’t just help someone and not expect to get anything out of it.

That was when Otabek turned to face him, his intelligent eyes only now just trying to decipher Yuuri for the first time, to gauge Yuuri’s potential reaction to his next words.

“Victor needs something better to live for, deserves it, which is why I was surprised when I heard it was someone from the Katsuki family, given your history and all. I can tell there’s more to it between you than that, but that’s none of my business.”

Once again Otabek was just stating facts, it wasn’t accusatory or searching, there was no hidden barbs in the statement, and in this Yuuri appreciated it more than Otabek would ever know. “Plus something tells me you two are worth following.” Otabek added as he stepped forward and offered his hand.

Yuuri shook it, felt the calloused skin and his firm grip, the confidence in Otabek’s person, he would be tough to come toe to toe with if it came to it, but there was no one Yuuri wouldn’t fight now in order to give Victor as much as he’d given Yuuri, as much as he’d given up for Yuuri.

“Otabek Altin.” he finally said as a proper introduction.

“Katsuki Yuuri.” Yuuri said in turn, and it’d been a long time since he’d given anyone his name with the full intention of revealing who he was.

The hand in his turned stiff in Yuuri’s grasp, Otabek’s arm rigid in alarm as his eyes widened with comprehension.

“As in Katsuki by blood?” Otabek questioned, unable to hide his surprise and curiosity, an expression Otabek probably didn’t make often.

“Messed up right?”

“Well shit, even I have to admit that now, this is more complicated than I thought.” with a shake of his head, Otabek cleared away his disbelief as he laughed at himself. “I was right to be scared then.”

“Only if you go back on your word…” Yuuri drawled low then, feeling his blood simmer at the mere thought of someone betraying not his trust, but Victor’s.

“I won’t.” was all Otabek could say as he saw some of the ugly truths slip from beneath Yuuri’s facade, it was one thing to know how far Yuuri would go, but it was another thing entirely to see it.

And Yuuri always did like the reaction he got, too.

Yuuri managed to rehash the plan with Otabek while Victor slept, Otebek could smuggle them to Chelyabinsk and get them on a private plane that would take most of their belongings without questions. Once they set foot in Thailand they’d be on their own until they met up with Phichit.

Otabek would stay behind to tie up some loose ends, try and point the Russians in the wrong direction to give them time, to hold off one enemy long enough so that they could deal with the other, because one of the worst things that could happen would be getting stuck in between the two families at the same time.

That was a situation in and of itself that Yuuri didn’t even want to think about, and it was down right stupid for him to say, but maybe if he didn’t think about it, didn’t plan for it, then it wouldn’t ever happen. Because things would happen that Yuuri would otherwise spend the rest of his life trying to prevent.

It didn’t take long at all to solidify a plan of action, Otabek was agreeable to all that Yuuri said, accepting the role of Yuuri’s leadership without complaint. He agreed Thailand would be a place most wouldn’t think to start looking, and given Phichit’s profession, if they were with him they’d most likely know before anyone got close enough to be a threat.

Phichit wasn’t someone who got his hands dirty, more like he was an aid to helping others dirty their own. He was an extremely resourceful information broker, if there was information you wanted to confirm, photos you needed for blackmail or evidence; fabricated or real, then Phichit was the person to go to. If you needed a rumour put out or a rumour confirmed, no one was better than Phichit at playing whispers on the wind.

Phichit would be full of information that Yuuri needed right now, and the sooner they reached him the better.

He first met the cheerful Thai at University in Tokyo, where Minako had moved with him during his studies so he could better his English, so he could learn business and economics and all the skills needed that would make him qualified enough to run legitimate businesses to cover the lies underneath. It was the fundamental principal of organised crime in Japan after all, his family had multiple assets that were only camouflage, tools to help smuggle and aid in tax fraud, Yuuri had to learn it all, though he could never understand why.

It was his first year that Phichit became one of the only people that Yuuri would call friend, one day during a boring lecture on business law; Phichit had taken the always empty seat beside him with an innocent smile and introduced himself, he hadn’t cared about the rumours surrounding Yuuri’s random attendance to classes, and they’d been friends through thick and thin, through lies and then truths ever since.

If there was anyone that genuinely wanted to see Yuuri happy, to help him no questions asked; it was Phichit.

In the end it was decided that they would make a move tonight, they’d rearrange baggage and gather their strength until nightfall came, have a few more moments of respite and quiet until everything was thrown into action once more.

With that settled, coffee and porridge cooked by Otabek in his stomach, Yuuri finally gave in to the urge to go and watch Victor sleep, to listen to the rhythm of his breath and watch the flutter under his eyelids, to let the image calm the new forming tension in the back of his mind.

Before he could even make it out of the kitchen though, a foot halfway though the doorway brought him face to face with Yuri Plisetsky who stopped dead in his tracks.

Yurio opened his mouth to make some snide remark, and he closed it again when no words came, he made to poke Yuri in the chest with his finger until he thought better of it after all, until in the end he exploded as all his questions culminated into one single line.

“Oi. Are you a fucking ninja or something huh?” he didn’t shout or snarl, his voice was full of tamed snark as much as it was real curiosity, like he loathed to even be asking the question.

Behind him through the doorway, Otabek barked a laugh at the kitchen table, loud and booming in his amusement because hearing a question like that after learning the truth was cause enough for it.

Even Yuuri couldn’t help but laugh under his breath as Yuri looked up and him, serious with his question still.

“You’ll never know.” Yuuri winked with a smirk.

He left Yurio standing bug eyed and indignant in the hall with Otebek snickering still in the kitchen, lost for words as Yuuri went back to the bedroom to see Victor.

The sleeping beauty was curled on his side when he found him, hair feathered across the pillow, the sheets tucked under his arm to reveal the top half of his bare chest with his skin flawless agains the white of the sheets.

Yuuri almost laughed, because how could someone who looked so peaceful and content in sleep like that be so contradictory when they were awake, Yuuri knew there was a storm inside Victor as much as he tried to not let it show, and there was so much about him that Yuuri still needed to learn.

For now he would settle with this as he sat on Victor’s side of the bed to keep watch, because even being in the same room with Victor was worth more than Yuuri could name.

It hadn’t even been a minute before Victor’s hand shot out with a speed that said he was well and truly awake, before he grabbed Yuuri by his shirt and pulled him down with a glomp against the mattress.

“You left me.” Victor mumbled as he nestled into Yuuri’s neck, wrapped his arm around Yuuri’s midriff and settled himself in with a sigh.

“Victor Nikiforov, the clingiest boyfriend in existence.” Yuuri stated aloud, even as Yuuri said it he couldn’t help but squeeze Victor back.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” the answer was all breath against Yuuri’s neck.

“Why?” and Yuuri realised he’d taken the bait after it was too late.

“Because it was about time you said I’m your boyfriend.” Victor said, and Yuuri could feel Victor’s lips curve against Yuuri’s skin as he smiled, as he chuckled at his own joke about a game they’d been playing for the last five years that Victor had just finally won.

“You really are insufferable.”

Against the odds; their second attempt to make it to Bangkok went off without complication just as Otabek said it would.

A day and half’s ride with the four of them in Otabek’s four wheel drive forced everyone to talk to each other, for Yuri to give in to his curiosity and ask Yuuri question after question about his footwork and where he learnt to move.

He didn’t say another word about his relationship with Victor, didn’t say that what they were doing was stupid or fucked like he said it was before, and it made for much more bearable company even if Yuri was still prickly at the best of times.

Victor and Otabek took turns driving until they got to Chelyabinsk where there was a plane waiting at a private airfield like promised, the pilot didn’t say a word, he knew who he was carrying, and he knew what would happen if he even so much as thought about breathing a word to someone about it.

Threatening someone was always the best way to ensure silence, short of killing them of course.

So now it was nearly three days later with the three of them driving through the busy streets of Bangkok in an Audi that Victor had paid for in cash, because he had indeed neglected to tell Yuuri one major thing. He hadn’t told Yuuri that he’d liquidated all his assets the same very day that they’d run off together, sold all his stocks and transferred everything to offshore accounts that could finally be accessed now they were outside of Russia.

“I didn’t want to factor it in to our plans until we could actually use it, and then I just forgot.” Victor had offered with a cheeky poke of his tongue to Yuuri’s exasperation.

Yuuri wondered how many other stops Victor had up his sleeve, how much more actions he’d taken to ensure this ended the right way, he only knew to trust Victor to bring it up when the time called for it.

They eventually found the last address Phichit had given Yuuri, a high rise apartment that looked over the river that flowed through the bustling city, it was next to others of its kind that put the street they parked on in permanent shadow.

With Yurio keeping an eye on the car; the concierge didn’t question Victor or Yuuri as the crossed the marble floor of the foyer with loud clacks of their dress shoes, suited up all over again, ready for anything to come.

Phichit’s floor was the third one from the top, and as the ridiculous elevator music that seemed horrible no matter what country you were in played, Victor eyeballed him from across the small space with mirrored walls and soft carpeted floors.

There was that heat and possession in his eyes, the affection and down right devotion, like just looking at Yuuri was enough to give him all the strength he needed, and as the elevator announced their arrival on the floor with a ting, Victor pulled him in for a quick peck on the lips, a kiss like only real couples had time for.

Satisfied, Victor hummed his tune next to Yuuri the whole way to Phichit’s door, hummed it even as Yuuri sounded the buzzer and they stood in wait, he hummed even as the door swung open to reveal the face of Yuuri’s friend who only looked surprised to see them for the barest of seconds.

In a loose cotton shirt and jeans, Phichit’s face transformed into a glowing smile as he recovered from seeing them both standing in his door way.

“Yuuri! I was hoping you’d come.” and Phichit paid no heed to the fact that Victor Nikiforov was standing there next to him, he didn’t question whether they were really together or if they were serious about this.

He just pulled Yuuri into a brief hug before stepping back, that usual smile no where to be seen on his face.

Phichit was smart enough to put the pieces together to know what the worst case scenario would be, he was close enough with Yuuri to understand that it would be news he didn’t want to hear, and his sorry expression said it all.

Yuuri felt his stomach drop, felt the involuntary thump of his heart as he thought of all the things that could go wrong going wrong all at once, he felt Victor’s hand take his as they stood there in the hall of Phichit’s luxury apartment building.

“What is it?” Yuuri questioned even though an answer was the last thing he wanted.

“Come in first.” Phichit offered a sympathetic smile as he beckoned them in.

“I have news, and you’re not gonna like it.”

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