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abyssal-debonair · 7 months

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“Masculinity and patriarchy are one in the same” is one of the ideological pillars of patriarchy. It frames masculinity as something that can only be affirmed via a dominance relation and renders all forms of counter-hegemonic masculinity invisible. Ceding that territory to patriarchy only serves to erase the butches, trans mascs, trans men, nonbinary people, etc. who explore and live out subversive forms of masculinity. We would be far better served by understanding masculinity as something that patriarchy attempts to capture, rather than something it inherently owns, therefore shifting our understanding of masculinity away from seeing it as a component of the enemy and towards understanding it as continuously contested territory. Patriarchy attempts to enclose masculinity, rigidly define it, tie it to domination and control, and punishes all unsanctioned expressions of it. This capture is not inherent nor is it complete. Trans and gnc people have been undermining that project since it began! Many of the positions explored above take for granted that masculinity is a real and consistently definable phenomena: invented, made material, and defined by patriarchy alone. They assume that patriarchy’s word on masculinity has been the only real word, cis men’s understanding of it the only real understanding of it, its deployment in rigid gender roles its only possible manifestation. Cis men have been at the wheels of centralized power and thus have had more means to make their own voices drown out the rest of us, but subversive masculinities have always been here, have always been a threat to the patriarchal narrative. Many also assume that when queer and trans people refer to masculinity we are always referring to a masculinity that at least gains its meaning from patriarchy. It is time to inform you that your imagination up until this point has been disastrously stifled. Certainly, popular conceptualizations of hegemonic masculinity are inherently patriarchal and gain their meaning from that system. However, it is too far to assume that trans people are always referring to the same framework of masculinity that cis men do. We create our own meaning even as we expand masculinity to the point of meaninglessness. I take testosterone and am seeking top surgery to affirm my womanhood. Glitter, dramatic eyeliner, platform boots, and extremely slutty deep-V shirts validate my sense of my masculinity as much as work boots and button-ups do. Some of us are simply not referring to patriarchal masculinity when we are doing masculinity and what we’re doing is not new. Not only is masculinity not inherently patriarchal: masculinity is not inherently anything at all! Masculinity, femininity, and all gendered terms are vibes-based only and vibes are always changing with people and context! They are not real! Their utility is in play and self-exploration and any insistence of inherent reality beyond that will itself necessarily refer to patriarchy.

read the entire essay by Lee Shevek (@butchanarchy) — she does an excellent job breaking down the problem with conflating masculinity with patriarchy, especially how that leads to vilifying masculine people who are harmed by the patriarchy.

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daddynattt · 1 year

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Special Treat ch 1

Summary: When you become pregnant with Tasha’s baby and your mom kicks you out, Natasha leaves you as you’re pregnant with her child. What will happen when she sees you and Wanda getting close? Future Dark Fic, Future Wanda x Reader mentions/moments

Warnings: Nat has a Penis, Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Daddy Kink, Unspecified Age Gap, Somnophilia,

This is inspired by @gayerthanevertbh as she is the #1 Tasha bear lover and I am in love with g!p Tasha bear, as I have so many thoughts on it. This is based off this post.

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You shivered as you got into the house and took off your coat. It’s past three in the morning and you’re just getting home from a Christmas party. The house is pitch black so you know nobody is awake right now. You lock the door and kick off your boots as you make your way upstairs to your bedroom. You look at the guest room at the end of the hall and bite your lip. Tasha is staying over for the holidays this year and is going to spend Christmas with you and your mom. She has been in your life ever since you were a little girl, and you are unconditionally in love with her. You think she loves you too because she says it every chance that she can, especially when you guys spend intimate moments in bed together.

You go up into your bedroom and change your clothes, you only sleep in a pair of panties and an old t-shirt. Once you wash your face and brush your teeth you walk to the guest bedroom, quietly opening the door and peeking inside. You know she’s asleep as this isn’t an uncommon occurrence for you both. You step inside fully and lock the door as you shut it closed. You see her laying on her back in only her boxers.

Tasha will only ever sleep in just boxers or completely naked. You think she does it because she knows you will come inside to play. You see her bulge through her boxers and instantly become wet from the dirty thoughts running through your mind. She is huge and super thick, she said she is 10 inches long. How can she even fit that in there?

You climb onto the bed and get in between her legs, slowly pulling her boxers down and throwing them on the floor. Her dick is hard and slaps against her stomach as it springs free. Your mouth instantly waters at the sight in front of you. You will never get over how big and thick she is. You are truly addicted and mesmerized every time you see her cock. You lick her from the base all the way up to her tip, doing it over a few times before you take her tip in your mouth and start sucking on it to get it wet. She tastes so good and you truly can’t get over how good she feels in your mouth every time you do this.

Your panties are soaked through as you slip them off and hover over her as you start grinding your wet folds on her cock. No matter how many times you do this it feels better each and every time. She is so thick and long that it hits all the right spots along with the thought of doing this while she is asleep always makes you cum so hard. Your breathing picks up as you grind faster and harder, your movements are getting sloppy as you are so close to your release.

You are too blissed out to notice Tasha waking up until you feel her big hands on your ass, squeezing you and helping you grind on her cock. “fuck baby, your slutty little pussy wanted daddy’s cock that bad huh? God look how wet you are for me. My good little girl, are you going to cum all over my cock baby? Fuck daddy is gonna cum, make a mess for me”. You cum so hard that your legs are shaking, feeling slightly lightheaded. Her own orgasm is not far off as her load shoots on her abs and chest right after, the smell of her heightening your senses in the best way possible. You’re both breathing hard and you take a moment to catch your breath as that powerful orgasm washes over you. You feel her rubbing your thighs up and down to soothe you. “that’s it baby, that’s my good girl. I love it when you wake me up like this. Lick my cum off me, don’t let any of it go to waste”

You obediently lick it off her abs and chest, her taste making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You squeal as she grabs you in her strong arms and flips you over laying you down as she gets on top of you, getting in between your legs. She kisses you hard, her tongue entering your mouth as if she wants to devour you, licking all around inside your mouth so she can taste you. You moan in her mouth and feel yourself clenching around nothing, the need for her to be inside you getting stronger.

“Please daddy, I need you inside me. Need you to fuck me. Please fuck me Tasha” you mewl out, the desperation can be heard in your voice. You’ve never felt this horny before. She lets out a whine as she slowly enters you inch by inch, letting you adjust to her size. “F-fuck baby girl, you feel so good around me. Gonna cum so deep inside you. Gonna fuck your dirty slutty pussy all night and get you pregnant. Would you like that princess? God you would look so sexy all big and round with my child. What would your mother think? Maybe I should kidnap you and take you away with me, what do you think hmm? I’m gonna fuck this sweet pussy every day. I love you so much little girl. You’re the only one i’ll ever need”

Her words ignite a fire deep inside you that your orgasm is so close, your eyes roll into the back of your head as she fucks you faster and deeper. She feels so good inside you that you wrap your legs around her to keep her there in hopes that she will never get out. You wonder if she can just stay inside you forever. You run your hands through her hair to bring her face down as you moan in her ear. “P-please cum inside me daddy, ‘m so close. Want your cum in me. Want your babies” you’re a whimpering moaning mess, your words incoherent as you’re in complete ecstasy with how good and deep she feels inside you, no thoughts in your brain other then cumming all over her cock. She covers your mouth with her hand as you’re getting louder. She fucks you deeper hitting a spot inside you that she’s never hit before that you squirt so hard her dick gets pushed out. Your whole body shakes as your orgasm washes over you so hard. You don’t have time to react as she pushes her cock back inside you to finish herself off. You try to push her away as you’re so sensitive and can’t take anymore.

“I can’t take any more Tasha, p-please ‘m too sensitive” she shushes you as she continues to fuck you to reach her release. “You can take it little girl, I know you can. Give me one more so daddy can cum inside you. Fuck baby you squirted all over me. God i’m gonna cum so deep inside you. Such a good girl for your daddy. Here it comes little girl take it all, take my fuckin seed.” You’re so sensitive that another orgasm washes over you, your whole body shaking as you try to come down from your high, your breathing heavy as you try to catch your breath.

She stays in you as her cum shoots inside you, your belly full from her special treat only for you. She lays her body limp on top of yours as she kisses you sloppily, her dick still twitching inside of you. You kiss her back as she pulls out, you feel so empty without her inside you. “I love you little girl. You’re mine, nobody will ever take you away from me. I’ll make sure of it” With the way she’s looking down at you and smiling, you find that you don’t really care what she does as long as she is yours and only yours.

#natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #dark!natasha #dark!natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut

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gh0vtzb1og · 11 days

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Hi, i was wondering if you could do smth with male!reader whom is a "housewife" and has this slutty body of his.. it can be anyone but I would like it to be Graves. If yes, can you add dumbification..?

I’ll show you the difference between military and me. Housewife reader au / MALE READER X GRAVES

Notes ; dumbification, America rahhh🦅🦅🦅🦅, breeding, praise, fluff, pillow humping

Cowboy military man graves to the rescue

I don’t think you guys understand how long I have been craving a graves one. Also whoever keeps suggesting dumbification I think I’m doing it right idk..

Also If anyone requests cowboy/ or country stuff what so ever. I will never write stories with fords or ram, I only do chevys and gmcs, their better trucks👍

You were standing in your husbands kitchen, cooking him dinner. Graves was a traditional man, besides the fact he was married to a man. He liked you cleaning and cooking, like a good house wife. Whenever you were on your knees scrubbing the floors, he couldn’t help but get excited, he wanted to ruin whatever you made with yours and his cum.

Graves didn’t tell anyone he was married to a man, honestly he said he was married to a woman, not like anyone would meet you. You were very quiet and reserved to outsiders, maybe that’s what he adored. He loved fucking you in public spaces, he prayed someone would find you both just so you can be embarrassed and shy away. It was always attractive when you did.

You were shy when you met him, it was at a state fair, you were in a bucking shoot, getting ready to get on some Bronc and graves made eye contact with you. Winking and going back to watching you. Maybe it was your tight shirt and jeans, you did have amazing hips for a man. But after that he immediately wrapped you around his finger and got married to you. He loved his little cowboy.

You were still in your place in the kitchen. A jingle of graves front door keys hitting together made the door unlock, a sound you loved hearing. It meant your lovely husband was home. He stepped halfway down the hallway, removing his work boots and walking into the kitchen. His arms wrapped around your waist snuggly.

You tilt your head up to look at him, graves moved his hand between your legs. He grabbed your crotch. “Philip I’m cooking, no fucking me till I’m done.” You snap back at him, graves narrowed his eyes at you, roughly using his free hand to slap your ass before moving away. Leaning against a counter.

“How was work hon?” You coo, graves took in a deep breath, he ran his finger over his wedding ring. A hum leaving his throat as he rubbed his thigh anxiously.

“Rough day, I really need you angel.” He bit his inner cheek, he did a desperate pout as you stared back at him. He was too damn desperate. Especially with that puppy dog pout? He probably had a days worth of cum waiting to be emptied into you. Graves took off his compression shirt, his body was toned with muscle, graves had a decent happy trail, nothing too much but it was definitely attractive.

Graves moved behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck. He was trying his hardest to not rip your clothes from your body and ravage you infront of your dinner.

You were on your hands and knees, back arched as he shoved deep into your tight hole. He loved the way you squeezed and flexed around him as he used you like a fleshlight. Graves held onto your hips, his cock rocking in and out of your ass.

“Practically sucking me back in aren’t you? That’s all you know how to do isn’t it dear. You only know how to suck me back in like a good little whore hm? You love cock. This is practically your purpose isn’t it.” He growled into your ear, you quickly nodded as he continued to pound into you, your velvety walls clinging to him, making it harder and harder to pull out.

You could feel yourself loosing your mind as he rubbed against your prostate. You’d go dumb for him, just like you always did. Graves loved fucking you in like this. He’d bend you over out on the porch and fuck you dumb, your moans mixing with the songs of the coyotes, you both adored hearing their songs, but he couldn’t help but do you to the screaming songs of those feral dogs. He was a feral dog when it came to you.

When it came to being pulled back in by your perfect ass. You were the best little bimbo he could ever ask for. Something wild and free, he loved your free spirit, how confident you were; the way you crumbled for him. Graves lifted one of your legs up and to the side, hitting even deeper into you and rubbing against your prostate.

Your eyes were rolled back as he came into you, you finished against your tummy and the bedsheets. A chuckle leaving your husband as he pulled you into a loving hug.

#graves cod #graves x reader #cod mw2 #cod x reader #call of duty #gh0vtzb1ogz #call of duty x reader #call of duty smut #call of duty headcanons #phillip graves #philip graves #philip graves x reader #philip graves x you #graves smut #cod smut #cod mwii

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fanficsbyfae · 1 month

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biker!bf head canons

biker!bf who, no matter how long you've been dating, would still try to rev his bike to impress you and get your attention

biker!bf who'd get a sticker that says "I <3 my girlfriend" so those girls who would bat their eyelashes at him and wave from their cars, would know he already has his backpack

biker!bf who would bite the tips of his gloves to take them off when you're watching just to see if he could get a reaction from you

biker!bf who would 100% pay good money to get you a helmet to match his, if not a whole set of gear - saying something along the lines of "can't have anything bad happen to you, right sweetheart?"

biker!bf who would also help you with your gear, fastening your helmet so its secure, then tapping his helmet against yours playfully before continuing to check your gear

biker!bf where, if you do have a full set of gear, would have you sit sideways on his bike, so he could examine that you're as protected as possible, before tapping your thigh to signal that you're good to go

biker!bf who would wear those slutty little compression shirts, even WORSE is he'd ride out in the rain just so he can get you all hot n bothered with how his shirt is clinging to him like a lifeline, and how the droplets of rain are running down his arms, definitely a sight you can't bring yourself to get used to

biker!bf who'd let his hand rub your thigh whilst you two are waiting at a red light, before dropping his hand to wrap around your calf

biker!bf who would definitely speed up abruptly just so you'd have to hold onto him just a bit tighter

biker!bf who LOVED when your hands would roam his torso whilst you guys are going for a ride, especially if you decided to be cheeky and rest your hand on his crotch

biker!bf who would tell you to 'behave', but you don't know what he's talking about? you're just enjoying the ride? ;)

biker!bf who'd race home afterwards, you're all bark and no bite after all

biker!bf who knew how much you loved to see him working on his bike, so he'd constantly leave his shirt off just so you can see how his muscles move as he's getting grease, dirt and sweat all over himself, all while he’s sporting a backwards ball cap

biker!bf who'd catch you staring at him, so he'd lean against his bike with a cocky smirk toying on his face, as he gloats out a simple "like what you see, love?"

biker!bf who'd fucking DIE if you made him one of those posters that has you posing on his bike - imagine you stole one of his riding jackets, you have nothing on underneath, you just have his jacket covering you, paired with some black boots, a flimsy little pair of denim shorts with your hair looking a little messy and your makeup just a touch smudged, adding to the look, as your perched up on his bike

biker!bf who never has to send an 'I'm here' text because his bike is so loud you hear him before you see him, so when he pulls up you're already sitting there lookin' pretty, waiting for him with a smile on your face

#biker #biker boy #biker!ghost #black leather biker jacket #bikerboyfriend #headcanon #cod #ghost cod #fanficsbyfae #first post

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the-face-in-the-mirror · 2 months

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*waking up in the middle of the night to create the rewrite* Da hoes gonna loooooove this~.

As vaguely promised, here is Ban! The Sin of Greed himself, finally with a bit less red on him. But, of course, still with his slutty little crop tops, as he deserves. Might not be able to mansplain, manipulate, manwhore his way out this one, though.

Long hair on Ban does things to me so i’m subjecting all of you to the mullet. But it’s okay, because he looks good in almost anything. This outfit is largely inspired from a few of his Grand Cross outfits that I took a liking to, especially the jacket with the fur collar. I think it gives him more of that fox look, while also emphasizing the Greed aspect and how he likes nicer things; fur coats or even coats with fur linings or collars are typically viewed as being more luxurious, and I think it looks good in him. Same goes with the fur-lined boots.

As stated above, the steel-toed boots and armoured claws are good for both combat and scaling buildings. I like to think Ban is good at scaling buildings since he climbed the Sacred Tree so easily, and he’s a thief so why not let him be a thief. Let him get up to sketchy stuff, it’s what he deserves. Additionally, I thought it might be cool to make Ban a Beastman, or at least half of one. He always had a few characteristics about him that were just a bit too animalistic to not be explained. He hides it pretty well, and it’s likely that most of the Sins don’t actually know about it, bar Meliodas who’s known him the longest. And, despite what you might expect, I think it might be neat to make Ban a Werewolf rather than a Werefox like Zhivago. You would expect a Fox, which are sly, cunning, untrustworthy, thieving—most of which Ban is, but I think making him Wolf reveals the parts of him that aren’t as often considered, like his bravery and loyalty—if not towards Liones then towards Meliodas—and his fiercely protective nature.

In my mind, the “tattoos” on each sin have always seemed more like brands; they’re technically criminals, after all, and tattoos CAN technically be removed even if it would be harder in this setting (bar some sort of magic, probably). Brands are much harder to get rid of, if not impossible, and I think it would suit their perceived crimes. However, because of his regenerative healing, the branding iron never quite worked on Ban, so they said “fuck it” and whipped out the stick and poke.

And that’s all for Ban for now. I’m quite proud of this one. Let me know what ya think, if ya’ll are so inclined, and I will see you relatively soon!

#seven deadly sins #nanatsu no taizai #nnt #ban nnt #sds #ban sds #nnt rewrite #nnt canon rewrite #canon rewrite #ah Ban my wonderfully stupid son #you and your slutty little crop tops #Elizabeth can be more clothed but your midriff is sacred #YO NNT FANDOM COME GET YO FOOD

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theharrowing · 8 months

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Denim & Strawberry

When Yoongi gets invited to watch his crush perform, he has no idea what to expect. Jimin stripping on stage and singing a sultry little number while tugging on his hair is definitely not what Yoongi had in mind, but who is he to complain?

"You could have just asked me out," Yoongi teases, raising his drink to his lips before adding, "no need to put on a whole show." Jimin's mouth falls open again, and he steps close, leaning to speak into Yoongi's ear. "Ah, but you liked the show, didn't you hyung?"

🍓 Yoongi x Jimin

🍓 word count: 19.6k 🙈

🍓 friends to lovers, burlesque au, porn without plot, tooth-rotting fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+

🍓 warnings: top yoongi, bottom jimin. jimin has pink hair and yoongi has a half-up top-knot. this is more or less porn with very little plot. recreational drug use (weed smoking.) jimin performing burlesque and singing while being a flirt. light hair pulling. the burgundy suit from jimin's filter performance, and his kitty gang jacket, and cute lingerie. a hint of jealous/possessive behavior. bickering as a form of flirting. the tiniest hint of sub/dom vibes. safe word establishment. teasing & light humiliation. a little begging. use of good boy and slutty. jimin is shy at times but also a brat and yoongi fights the urge to tame him. a lot of drool, spit, lube, and cum. dirty talk. so much god damn praising. anal (plug, play, eating, fingering, sex.) messy blow job. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. yoongi loves to discuss boundaries & check in. lots of heaven/angel comparisons but only because yoongi is a sucker for how ethereal jimin is (it's not that deep.) too many positions (what was i thinking???) subspace. mating press. cock-warming. after care. tooth-rotting fluff.

🍓 note: a yoonmin fic + jimin doing burlesque was some brainrot shared between @echotoyou and i that i decided to write when their birthday was approaching. but then the big day came and went, and i lost control of this beast for a very long time. she is finally ready hehe. i hope you all (but especially mg!) enjoy!!! finally my years of being a photographer for a burlesque troupe and dating a performer have come in handy for my writing lolol.

🍓 listen along: 🎵 streets by doja cat & yeah, i said it by rhianna (thank you to @sailoryooons for these song choices!!!)

🍓 beta read by @neoneunnajimin!

🍓 posted august 2023 | read on ao3

Yoongi pats his pockets down one last time, fingertips tentatively grazing lumps beneath denim. Phone…wallet…keys. That's everything. He presses the lock button on his open car door, then closes it. In his pocket, his phone buzzes.

Namjoon Hyung, are you close?

Yoongi Just parked.

Namjoon Okay, good. Just making sure you don’t miss anything.

Yoongi rolls his eyes but smiles. He has no idea what to expect – nobody has told him much – but Jimin did say, over and over again, that it was fine if he could not make it. That he would be thrilled if Yoongi could come but understood if he could not. That there would be other shows.

But of course, Yoongi did everything in his power to make it. This is Jimin, after all.

He slides his hands into the pockets of his black denim jacket and moseys from the small parking lot to the sidewalk and around the corner. There is a small congregation of people smoking and loitering outside, under a bright red neon sign that reads Paradise. Yoongi has never been to this bar before – tends to avoid spots on this side of town because it is more popular with college kids, and therefore, the drinks are overpriced.

Everyone outside is done up in some flashy way, wearing sequins and fishnets, glittering eye makeup, and patent leather. Yoongi feels underdressed, wearing a black band tee tucked into black skinny jeans, with a black jacket and black work boots, and he awkwardly runs a hand through his dark, wavy, unstyled, and overgrown hair.

"Yoongi!" a familiar voice shouts, and he looks up in time to find his friend Jeongguk waving him over, past the closest group of smokers.

Even his friends are all dressed up, with sparkly eye glitter and tight, colorful clothing. Hoseok and Jeongguk are in mesh, Taehyung has a burgundy feather boa, and Seokjin and Namjoon are both wearing leather pants. Since when did the two of them own leather pants?

"Ya, you're dressed like a scrub!" Seokjin shouts, making Yoongi's cheeks warm in an instant.

"Nobody told you a single thing about the event tonight, did they?" Namjoon asks sympathetically.

Yoongi shrugs, mutters, "No," and digs his hands further into his pockets.

Taehyung approaches, using his pinkies to brush the hair away from Yoongi's face, cradling a pot of light blue glitter between his fingers. "He probably wanted it to be a surprise," he mutters lowly, unscrewing the pot. "Don't let them make you feel self-conscious."

"I don't," Yoongi responds softly, feeling incredibly self-conscious. He stands still while Taehyung dabs his fingertip into the glitter and allows him to smudge it around his eyes. In the early days of their friendship, Yoongi probably would have fussed, but these days, he lets the youngest two – Taehyung and Jeongguk – do whatever they want.

Jeongguk approaches, unscrewing a stick of pink, shiny lip gloss, and Yoongi huffs out a sigh but stands as still as he can while Jeongguk applies it. "Should put your hair into a bun or something," he mutters before he and Taehyung trade places so Taehyung can smudge blue glitter onto his other eye.

"Your hair is really pretty, hyung," Taehyung adds, screwing the top of the glitter pot back on and sliding it into his very tight white slacks. "You should let me style it."

"Don't we have to go inside?" Yoongi asks.

"We'll head in when the emcee comes on," Hoseok responds, approaching with a mischievous smile. Without asking, he grabs Yoongi's right arm and pulls at the black hair tie that he always keeps on his wrist, then begins separating the top half of Yoongi's hair and making a bun on the top. "Jimin goes on third or fourth."

"What is he doing tonight, again?" Yoongi asks, throwing in the again to make it seem like he may have been privy to information in the past, in case it makes one of them divulge even a crumb of information.

"A little singing," Hoseok mutters, grinning. "You know how it is."

"I literally do not know how it is," Yoongi responds, finally becoming impatient with his friends touching and fixing him.

"You'll see, hyung," Hoseok says as he takes a step back, inspects his handy work, and nods.

Taehyung returns with a knit brow and reaches up to fix Yoongi's glittery makeup, which he allows for a moment before swatting him away, grumbling, "Okay, enough."

"Alright, grumpy cat," Namjoon teases, then passes him a freshly lit joint. "Here."

Yoongi reaches for the joint and takes a hit, letting the smoke fill his lungs before tilting his head upward and releasing it. Then he holds out his hand for the next person to take it, and rolls his shoulders back.

"What kind of song is Jimin singing?" Yoongi half-mutters, expecting next to nothing in response.

Taehyung simply says, "You'll see, hyung," with a wink.

“Is it an original song?” Yoongi tries. He can’t remember Jimin ever talking about songwriting, but he wouldn’t put it past him; Jimin is full of surprises.

The sound of someone shouting into a microphone can be heard, and Yoongi stands at attention, ready to go inside. He can hear people cheering and loud pop music playing.

“Shall we?” Taehyung asks as he takes one last drag at the diminishing joint and hands it to Yoongi.

Yoongi nods and takes another hit, cradling the tiny roached joint between his thumb and forefinger, then holds it out for the others, all of whom hold their hands up and shake their heads. With one last puff, Yoongi flicks it into the street, then shoves his hands back into his jacket pockets.

“Is Jimin part of the opening act?” Yoongi asks, and Seokjin snickers.

“He’s one of the main acts,” Namjoon supplies unhelpfully.

So he must be headlining, Yoongi assumes.

“Hyung is so unobservant when he’s nervous,” Jeongguk teases, and Taehyung chuckles along with him.

“I’m not nervous,” Yoongi grumbles.

He glances around and sees flyers for various events taped to the windows for drag and burlesque shows, and a few for various bands, none of which shows any images of Jimin, or any other performers he has ever seen before. In his pockets, his hands prickle with sweat, and he imagines what kind of instrument Jimin might play. Or maybe he only sings.

Jimin is a somewhat new addition to their friend group, brought in by Taehyung and Hoseok; they all work together. To say Yoongi is smitten would be the understatement of the century. And although Yoongi thinks Jimin may also be interested in him, they have not spoken too much about anything outside of college and work, only seeing one another as part of the larger friend group.

As a major in theater arts with a minor in dance, Jimin works at a local studio teaching children tap and ballet as an assistant to Hoseok. Occasionally, Taehyung substitutes for the older lady who plays piano for the classes. It was natural for them to come together, all close in age, with Hoseok only a year older than the other two.

When Jimin invited Yoongi to come watch him perform, they were all tipsy from one too many bottles of soju. Jeongguk was the last in their friend group to graduate college, and they were all celebrating with drinks and fried chicken.

Even then, when Yoongi asked what kind of show it was, everyone was giggly and secretive. From that moment, he got the feeling that Jimin was definitely flirting with him, with the way his gaze lingered, lips curled into a smile long after Yoongi made him laugh. The more Jimin insisted Yoongi needed to just go and experience the event first-hand, nibbling on his pillowy lip with a somewhat shy, rosy-cheeked grin, Yoongi felt eager to do anything he wanted him to.

“Of course, I’ll be there,” Yoongi promised, and he meant it.

The cheers inside grow louder, and Taehyung takes up the lead, stepping into the bar. Namjoon slings an arm over Yoongi’s shoulder and gently shoves him along with the group. Yoongi reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, but Taehyung mutters something to the door guy, who looks at a list of names and then waves the six of them inside.

Taehyung leads them down a short hallway, into the bar. A long counter lines the left wall, with patrons leaning against it both to order drinks, and to chat with one another. Past the bar top, at the end of the venue, is a stage, and on stage is a woman lip-synching to some upbeat pop song while waving big white feather fans in front of her, enticing the audience to want to see what the fans are covering.

Yoongi has seen clips of performances like this but has never attended this type of show before, and his gaze lingers on the woman, who winks and blows kisses to cheering audience members before Namjoon leads him over to get a drink.

The music is loud and a little tackier than Yoongi’s usual taste, but the bass line thrums through the speakers straight into his bloodstream, building his nervousness to see Jimin, egged on by feeling somewhat high. He wonders what kind of performance Jimin might put on at an event like this, and he cannot imagine what it could be.

“Hyung?” Taehyung asks, tilting his head toward the waiting tender. “First one is on me.”

What he would like is a nice scotch neat, but since Taehyung is paying, he finds a mid-tier whiskey and gets it with a spritz of soda water. The others order, and by the time they step away from the bar, the woman’s song is at its climax, and she is topless, wearing lacy red underwear and bouncing in a way that spins the red tassel pasties on her breasts in a circle. The action makes him chuckle, and when she bows and leaves the stage, he claps his fingers against the back of the hand holding his drink.

“Burlesque, huh?” Yoongi asks, turning to Namjoon while a man in drag takes the stage.

Namjoon waggles his eyebrows while taking a sip from the bright blue concoction in his hands.

“Is Jimin also doing burlesque?” Yoongi asks, earning him a shrug.

Yoongi decides to just stop asking. Clearly, his friends are determined to be completely useless.

Although there is a decent crowd in the bar, most people are mingling about, watching the stage from a distance, or whispering amongst themselves. The emcee introduces another act and leaves the stage, replaced by a person with a very nicely manicured mustache and beard wearing a big orange wig and vintage blue dress. They prance around the stage, lip-synching to a silly pop song that Yoongi has never heard before, winning cheers and applause from the crowd.

Yoongi wonders if Jimin will also come out in drag, and what kind of a gimmick he might have. Would he wear a dress? High heels? A wig? Yoongi imagines Jimin with the bright, exaggerated makeup on and smiles to himself; he bets Jimin would look really pretty.

Taehyung leads the group toward the stage, taking his place just left of the center. The others file in behind him, with Yoongi keeping some distance from the very front. The performer comes by, lip-synching to Taehyung, who pulls some money from his pocket and holds it up while the performer bends and offers their cleavage for him to slide the notes into.

"I don't have any cash," Yoongi grumbles toward Taehyung when the song ends and the performer exits. "Will I need any for Jimin?"

"I got you," Taehyung responds, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a wad of notes, shoving them into Yoongi's empty hand before he has a chance to protest.

Yoongi attempts to straighten out the notes while holding onto his drink. Meanwhile, the emcee returns to the stage.

"Our next performer is a fan favorite," the emcee says with an exaggerated waggle of their eyebrows. Around them, the crowd becomes dense, with someone bumping shoulders and elbows into Yoongi as they get close to the stage. The emcee continues, "A man who needs no introduction because, let's be honest, you're all here to see him…Jimin."

The stage lights go out, and there is some movement – a person carrying items, as well as the light clacking of heels on the wooden stage. Yoongi's heart goes wild in his chest, and he lifts his drink to his lips, watching ahead for more movement in the dark, eager to not miss a thing when the lights come back on.

A red glow illuminates the back edge of the stage, showing the silhouette of Jimin sitting on what looks like a standard black folding chair. He is sideways on the chair with one leg crossed over the other, his arm draped over the back of the chair, and his head tilted back. He appears to be wearing a jacket and slacks, but it is hard to tell.

Also on the stage is a tall, wooden coat rack, and hanging from it appears to be a short mesh robe with fur trim along the sleeves and bottom hem.

Beside Yoongi, a man loudly whispers, "I fucking love Jimin; just wait," to someone else, and Yoongi shifts a little on his feet with anticipation and something like envy stirring in his guts.

A yellow spotlight comes on, shining on Jimin. He wears a fitted burgundy suit and black leather boots with a heel and pointed toe. His light pink hair is styled off his forehead, and he appears to be wearing makeup around his eyes, but it is hard to clearly see. In his hand, which is draped over his knee, is a burgundy wide-brimmed hat.

A familiar oldie comes on, a pop track from the 1950s, and Jimin slowly uncrosses his legs and places both feet on the floor. Female voices sing sweetly before Paul Anka's voice croons, "Put your head on my shoulder."

Only, before the sentence is finished, the song abruptly changes to a sexy R&B track with a trap beat. In that moment, the yellow spotlights turn red, the hat is dropped to the floor, and Jimin's hands are on the chair, supporting his weight as his body bows upward. Briefly, Yoongi thinks he recognizes the song from a bunch of tiktoks Hoseok has made him watch.

The crowd cheers as Jimin rolls his body, then sits and rotates, facing the audience and spreading his legs. A woman's voice comes through, singing, "Like you…like you…like you…I find it hard to find someone like you," while Jimin rolls his shoulders and hips to the song, leaning forward and then back, holding onto this chair as he lifts his hips and lolls his head.

Yoongi is stunned, gripping onto his drink while he watches Jimin stand, spin the chair around and sit once more with his back to the audience and head tipped back while his hands rove over his body. His fingertips lift and fall to the rhythm of the song while they work their way down, down, down Jimin's body, difficult to clearly see and stirring up so many mental images.

Jimin's shoulders and hips sway while his hands disappear, and then he pulls open the burgundy jacket. Everyone around him roars excitedly, cheering and applauding. Jimin holds onto the lapels and turns his head, teasing the audience with his opened jacket before he stands and lets the garment slip down past his shoulders, revealing a matching burgundy button-up that is tucked into his matching slacks and clings tightly to his arms and waist.

With a slow, deep swish of his hips, Jimin faces the audience and begins to rip the dress shirt open from the collar, sending buttons skittering across the stage, earning him whoops and shouts. With a strip of skin exposed, he walks over to the coat rack, turns it in a circle, and dips it as if he were dancing with a person, causing the mesh robe hanging from it to sway.

Each movement of Jimin's body is fluid, clothing clinging to his torso and thighs in a way that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. He wears tighter clothing sometimes when they all hang out, but this is the first time Yoongi has really allowed himself to look.

For just a split second, while Jimin is holding the coat rack as if he is cradling the back and neck of a person and lip-synching to the song, it seems like he makes eye contact with Yoongi, causing Yoongi to hold his breath and heavy-blink through the well of excitement and shyness that he feels. It almost looks as if the edges of Jimin's lips lift ever so slightly, but then he releases the rack and spins away from it, swishing his hips as he dips down low and continues to rip open and untuck the button-up shirt with his eyelids fluttering closed.

Yoongi practically forgets there is a song playing, focused so intently on Jimin, that when the singer begins to rap – quick and raspy – matched by Jimin's movements of tearing away the garment and revealing a bare torso with little light-colored heart pasties on his nipples, Yoongi sucks in a gasp that gets caught in his throat, nearly making him choke. Jimin’s bare chest and abdominals are chiseled – carved from the finest clay with careful hands. Yoongi lifts his drink quickly, taking a gulp of bitter whiskey and soda water while the crowd goes wild.

In a swift movement, the pants are torn away from Jimin's waist, revealing long, muscular legs and shiny briefs that match the pasties. Jimin sinks into a squat, rubbing his hands over his legs. Then he sits and lifts one of his legs into a high split, giving Yoongi a very clear eyeful of a bulge and taut thigh muscle, making his mouth fall open.

Jimin unzips the boot from the foot suspended in the air and tosses it aside, then drops his leg down and sweeps his other leg out in a half-squat, half-split while he drags his hands down the length of his leg to the other boot, unzips it, and tosses it near the other one.

He spins, gets onto his knees, which are spread, and rolls his hips, lifting and dropping his ass while his hands rove up to his neck and hair, and his head lolls back. All he wears is shiny briefs and pasties, making Yoongi feel more intoxicated than the glass of whiskey ever could.

The group to Yoongi's right is particularly loud, cheering for Jimin and shouting things like, "That's it, baby, show us how you ride it!" making a shiver run along Yoongi's spine. The objectification makes him feel uncomfortable, but he wonders whether Jimin cares, considering he clearly enjoys stripping for an audience; maybe that is all part of the thrill. Yoongi can't say he blames him.

The song fades out as Jimin gets onto his hands and knees and crawls over to the coat rack, then slowly gets to his feet. As the music ends, the red lights fade to regular spotlights, revealing the briefs, pasties, and mesh robe – which Jimin pulls from the rack and begins to put on – are all a light pink color that matches his hair.

Jimin ties the robe with a cord around his waist, standing barefoot while looking out at the crowd with a soft smile. The audience roars with applause and praise, and Yoongi expects Jimin's performance to be over, but then a stagehand in all black runs out, collects the discarded clothing while another sweeps a large broom across the floor to kick away loose buttons, and he hands Jimin a microphone that has been covered in light pink rhinestones.

Once the men wearing black disappear behind tall curtains, a new song begins, also a slow R&B track, and Jimin lifts the microphone and starts singing, slowly swaying his hips and approaching the front of the stage.

Yeah, yeah…yeah, yeah… I ain't tryna think about it, no

Taehyung takes a step back, wraps his arm around Yoongi's waist, and pulls him closer to the stage, causing Yoongi to fumble as Jimin approaches. He stands still as a statue with his hands in front of his chest – wad of notes that Taehyung gave him wedged between two fingers while both hands grip tight to his cold, condensation-covered glass of whiskey and soda water.

Jimin's eyes find Yoongi, and he smiles, tilting his head sweetly to the side. To his right, the guys who had been cheering loudly try to close in and reach forward, but Jimin ignores them, looming over Yoongi while he sings in a soft, sweet voice, delivering lyrics that have Yoongi's cheeks absolutely burning.

Yeah, I said it, boy, get up inside itI want you to homicide it

As Jimin lifts a hand and reaches out, Yoongi steps forward instinctively, knocking the toe of his boot into the front of the wooden stage, head tilted upward with his eyes never leaving Jimin's face. Around him, hands reach out with money, and some even toss notes to the stage, but Jimin ignores all of it.

Go in slow, but I want you to pipe it And I think I kinda like ya Up against the wall, we don't need a title

But Jimin does take the wad of notes that stick out from between Yoongi's fingers, tugging them right out of his weak grasp, and he snakes his hand under the robe and tucks it into the side of his little pink briefs, making Yoongi breathe out a soft chuckle.

Beside him, the guy who seems intent on getting Jimin's attention mutters, "Who the fuck is this guy?" just loud enough that Yoongi can hear him, and pride begins to burn behind his ribs.

Yeah, I said it…Yeah, I said it, bae Yeah, I said it, man, fuck a title

Gently, Jimin reaches out toward Yoongi's head, eyes widening and brows slightly lifting as if asking for permission, and Yoongi nods while letting out a shaky breath. Fingers delicately push into his hair, tugging on strands as Jimin takes a handful and releases it, pulling away while dragging his fingertips against Yoongi's cheek. Even the gentlest touch feels electric, and Yoongi sways slightly forward when Jimin's hand drops away.

Boy, I always like to show Get a little bit, come a little close, now

Arousal builds, and Yoongi feels a bit ashamed considering he and Jimin are friends, and Jimin is hardly touching him in a way that should warrant blood rushing to his dick. But Jimin looks like pure sin wrapped in inviting pink, and the way he stares at Yoongi is playful in a way he has never seen him look.

Take it home on your camera phone Get a little bad, watch me blow it down

Jimin sinks to his knees, still taller than Yoongi but closer to eye level. With one hand, Jimin reaches for Yoongi's drink, then he has a sip of it and sets it down on the stage. Yoongi's hand stays in the same shape as if the glass had never been removed, and he is not sure what is sexier, the fact that Jimin takes the glass straight from his hand, or that he doesn't even flinch after essentially drinking carbonated whiskey.

Yeah, I said it…Yeah, I said it, bae Yeah, I said it… Ooh

With a smirk, Jimin slinks to the very edge of the stage, knees practically bumping into Yoongi's hips. He slips his microphone into Yoongi's hand and lifts it until Yoongi has it in front of his face, as if he is supposed to sing the next line, and then he drapes his arms over Yoongi's shoulders, leans in, and continues.

Yeah, I said it… Yeah, I said it, bae Yeah, I said it… Ooh

From this close, Yoongi can see a dusting of shimmery pink on Jimin's eyelids, which are lined in black. His lips are glossy, he smells like strawberries, and Yoongi feels stunned in place, questioning whether or not all of this is a dream. Could his friends have slipped something in the weed? Could he be hallucinating?

Jimin sings higher, each word more inviting than the last.

You can be rough, boy, but you won't

One of Jimin's hands slides into Yoongi's hair, and starting from the nape of his neck, he takes a handful. Everyone in the bar fades away; as far as Yoongi is concerned, the only two people in the room are himself and the beauty before him.

Yoongi wonders if this is how Jimin's performances typically go. Does he always pick someone from the audience to tease? Is he always this handsy?

Give me some love, boy, give it to me 'til the morn'

With a gentle tug at his hair, Yoongi practically whimpers, watching as Jimin's lips pull into a sweet, devious smile. Jimin holds onto Yoongi while swaying side to side, knees spreading wide as he dips low and closing as he sits a little higher.

Jimin continues singing—

Yeah, I said it…Yeah, I said it, bae Yeah, I said it…

—but he seems less focused on sounding good for the audience and more interested in gently tugging Yoongi's hair and making him gradually fall apart. Soon, he is no longer singing at all, and he releases Yoongi's hair and drags his hand around his neck, past his throat and chin, then up and away, making Yoongi lean forward as if pulled by an invisible string.

Yoongi wets his lips with the tip of his tongue, and Jimin seems to follow the movement before gently tugging his microphone out of Yoongi's tight, sweaty grasp and getting to his feet. Only then, does Yoongi realize the music is fading out. Jimin does a cute little twirl and opens his arms wide, bowing as the audience erupts into cheers, leaving Yoongi too stunned to clap.

The emcee returns to the stage to announce an intermission, and the house lights come on, brightening the space. The crowd thins, and Yoongi heavy-blinks as he takes in his surroundings and allows his soul to return to his body while Jimin prances away, glancing over his shoulder to wink at Yoongi before slipping behind the black curtain.

Two large, warm hands crash into Yoongi's shoulders, and he jumps, sucks in a gasp, and turns to find Namjoon staring at him with a wide smile.

"So?" he has the audacity to ask, and all Yoongi can do is scoff and shake his head incredulously.

"So, what?" Yoongi responds, attempting to play it cool despite the way his heart hammers in his chest.

"Was it life-changing?" Taehyung asks, and Yoongi turns to regard him before remembering his drink is still on the stage and spinning around to retrieve it. When he turns back to his friends, he finds five sets of eager eyes watching him, as well as the stares of strangers, and he ducks his head and gulps down half of his drink.

"It was…" Yoongi begins, trailing off as he attempts to summarize what he just witnessed, blinking through mental image after mental image. "Unexpected," he finally says, lips involuntarily tugging to a smile, which he covers by slamming back the rest of his drink.

"It sure was!" Hoseok says with wide eyes. "Jimin never comes to the edge of the stage like that. People always try to entice him, but he always plays hard to get."

"Oh," Yoongi mutters, letting the words sink in.

"Another?" Jeongguk calls, holding an empty glass, and everyone nods. Hoseok and Taehyung finish their drinks in a gulp while they all turn and make their way to the end of the bar.

As they stand and wait, Yoongi takes a look around the space. Everything is black and chrome and nothing too remarkable, but the place seems to have a chill vibe. And he is grateful to not be the only person wearing denim and a band tee – dressed like a scrub, as Seokjin so elegantly put it.

Taehyung and Jeongguk get drinks, then slink away from the bar to stand off to the side. Then Hoseok and Seokjin order, and finally, Namjoon. Yoongi steps up to the counter and decides to order the same thing he had before – whiskey and soda water.

From beside him, a sweet, familiar voice shouts, "Make that two, please!"

The smell of strawberry perfume hits Yoongi's nose, and he turns to his left to find Jimin smiling widely at him. He wears a white tee tucked into tight, black leather pants, and a black leather bomber jacket with a feathery design embroidered in red and silver beads on the shoulders.

Now that Jimin has touched him – tugged at his hair while looming over like a salacious little threat – Yoongi allows himself to stare a little without feeling the nervous urge to flit his gaze away. The longer he looks at Jimin, the wider Jimin's smile grows.

"Hi, hyung," Jimin says, taking a step closer.

"Hey, pretty," Yoongi responds, feeling self-conscious about his choice of words until he sees the way they make Jimin blush. Pretty, indeed.

Two glasses thunk against the bar top, and Yoongi turns with a gasp, fishing for his wallet.

"On the house," the bartender says, nodding at Jimin.

"Oh," Yoongi mutters, "okay."

"I got the tip," Jimin says beside him, leaning into his personal space to hand a folded wad of notes to the bartender. Jimin adds, "Though, technically, you are paying for it, hyung," close to Yoongi's ear.

"Taehyung is paying for it, actually," Yoongi responds with a smirk, turning to Jimin whose mouth falls agape, scandalized. Yoongi feels the need to defend himself, adding, "Hey, I didn't know what was going on, otherwise I would have come prepared!"

Yoongi picks up both drinks and hands one to Jimin, who responds, "Fair," through laughter as he grabs Yoongi by the bicep and pulls him away from the bar.

Even through his denim sleeve, Yoongi feels a spark of electricity where Jimin touches him. He notices that Jimin has pulled him in the opposite direction of the rest of their friends and decides not to question it. When they find themselves against the wall in a somewhat dimly lit corner, Jimin's hand stays on Yoongi's arm, giving him a tentative squeeze, and Yoongi looks down at Jimin's hand and smiles before meeting his eye.

"You could have just asked me out," Yoongi teases, raising his drink to his lips before adding, "no need to put on a whole show."

Jimin's mouth falls open again, and he steps close, leaning to speak into Yoongi's ear. "Ah, but you liked the show, didn't you hyung?"

Yoongi has a sip of his drink, then he hums as he nods and says, "I did like the show. Your voice is really beautiful."

"Just my voice?" Jimin asks, stepping so close, their shoulders touch.

A chuckle rocks through Yoongi, and he tips his head toward Jimin, who takes a drink with wide, curious eyes. "Not just your voice, no. Everything about you is beautiful."

"Awe, hyung!" Jimin shouts, shoving playfully at Yoongi's shoulder and sending him crashing lightly into the wall.

"Wow," Yoongi responds, snickering. "Last time I compliment a guy."

Jimin places his hand over the spot he shoved and rubs over it, radiating warmth through denim and cotton. He opens his mouth to respond when a small group of men approaches to tell Jimin he did a great job, and Yoongi recognizes one of their voices as the guy who stood beside him during the performance. Yoongi cocks an eyebrow as the man makes eye contact with him, lifting his free hand to place over Jimin's hand, which continues to mindlessly rub over his chest, just below his clavicle.

"Thanks for coming to the show," Jimin mutters politely, turning back to Yoongi.

The group hovers behind Jimin and Yoongi does his best to ignore them, but it feels awkward to have an audience now that Jimin is no longer performing.

"We should finish these drinks and get out of here," Yoongi suggests loud enough for the others to hear him, letting his gaze lift to the group to see if they have.

Jimin chuckles. "Hyung, are you being possessive right now?"

"Maybe," Yoongi responds, tonguing the inside of his cheek. "But if you want to stay while that desperate pack ogles you, by all means—"

Jimin slides his hand from Yoongi's weak grasp to give him another smack, this time on the arm.

"God, you're hot when you're jealous," Jimin says, making Yoongi blush, "but I should stay until the end to support the other performers. There are only four more."

Yoongi nods and accepts Jimin's terms. He wants to clarify that his offer for Jimin to leave with him afterwards is genuine, but the house lights dim, and music plays through the speakers, signaling the return of the show.

Jimin takes Yoongi's hand and pulls him toward the front of the stage, to where the rest of their friends have congregated. Namjoon looks down at their linked hands, then to Yoongi, and he winks, making Yoongi roll his eyes despite how nice it feels to be holding Jimin's hand in public.

The rest of the show goes by in a haze. Yoongi is hardly aware of the performers, hearing a hint of a song here and seeing a whoosh of brightly colored fabric there. All he can focus on is Jimin’s hand in his, Jimin’s voice singing and cheering, Jimin's warmth emitting in welcoming bursts beside him.

Whenever Jimin slips his hand away to clap for each performer, Yoongi follows suit, robotically tapping his fingertips to his glass. And when Jimin takes his hand again, everything blurs and slows down, drowned out by the thrumming of blood in Yoongi’s veins, every sense acutely aware of only Jimin’s proximity – soft and strawberry-tender.

Once the house lights come on again, signaling the end of the show, Yoongi downs the rest of his drink. He feels sluggish and heavy, stumbling slightly when Jimin yanks him over to their friends. He wonders if they will want to keep drinking, whether they will want to go to a new bar. He thinks he would be alright with going to another bar; he parked his car somewhere it can be left overnight.

“Wanna get out of here, hyung?” Jimin asks sweetly in his ear, and Yoongi decides all at once that another bar is out of the question.

“Yes,” Yoongi responds, turning to Jimin with a wide smile that may very well look too eager for his own good.

Jimin chuckles, finishes his drink, and says, “Good,” before leading the way to the bar where their friends are gathering with empty glasses.

Yoongi considers how to break the news; Taehyung and Jeongguk tend to be pretty clingy and weaponize pouts that even Yoongi struggles to defend against, while Hoseok is always eager to keep their hangouts going well into the early morning.

“We’re gonna get out of here!” Jimin announces, gracefully stealing the words from his mouth before he can even begin to formulate them.

Jimin begins to hug everyone before they have a chance to oppose, smacking kisses against their cheeks and thanking them for coming to watch him perform. Most of them seem too dazed to argue.

Yoongi waves to everyone, noticing as they all make some sort of wink or eyebrow waggle at him, then he turns wordlessly and allows himself to get dragged by the wrist through the space, past patrons who attempt to talk to Jimin, and out into the cool night air.

Jimin slides his arm into the crook of Yoongi’s elbow and pulls him along the sidewalk. “I live close,” he says before Yoongi has a chance to ask where they are going. Not that he would protest against being taken anywhere Jimin wanted.

“Did you like the performance?” Jimin asks, bumping his hip against Yoongi as they walk.

“I told you I did,” Yoongi teases, turning to find Jimin smiling while looking ahead.

Jimin’s side profile is all firm lines and glitter, softened when he turns to Yoongi with wide, round eyes and pillow lips. He is stunning, and Yoongi is relieved to be able to stare unabashedly.

“You told me I was beautiful,” Jimin clarifies, raising his eyebrows before looking ahead.

“You are,” Yoongi mutters, remembering the performance. “And your singing was really beautiful. And the…stripping…” he trails off, feeling nervous about his choice of words.

But Jimin does not miss a beat. “You liked watching me strip, hmm?”

“Of course I did,” Yoongi mutters, blushing.

He is tugged around a corner to the right where the streetlights are fewer and the world feels darker, quieter.

“And my dancing?” Jimin asks, walking impossibly closer – the two of them somehow managing to not trip over one another.

“I liked your dancing,” Yoongi responds softly, clearing his throat to speak louder. “Hoseok mentioned you never come to the edge of the stage like that.”

Jimin chuckles, and Yoongi glances to the side, catching his eye before they both look ahead.

“I don’t. That was just for you. I had a couple surprises just for you.”

Yoongi hums questionably, and Jimin says, "There's still one more surprise, in fact."

“Wow,” Yoongi rasps, smiling, “guess I’m pretty special.”

Jimin stops in his tracks and turns, pulling Yoongi gently away from the sidewalk, onto a grassy area near where tall bushes line the outside of an apartment building. It is even darker, and even quieter, without another soul around as far as Yoongi can tell, and he allows Jimin to wrap his arms around his shoulders and pull him close enough that their lips nearly touch.

“You are special,” Jimin responds with a smile, fingertips playing with Yoongi’s hair. “And you look so cute with your hair half up and your eyes covered in Taehyung’s favorite blue glitter. How could I keep my hands off you?”

“Your admirers seemed pretty jealous,” Yoongi teases as he wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist, holding him close.

“Let them be,” Jimin mutters softly, ghosting warm breath over Yoongi’s lips, which he wets with the tip of his tongue in anticipation. “The only admirer I care about is you.”

Yoongi smiles, letting his mouth fall open to respond – to tell Jimin he does admire him, so much, in fact, that it makes him dizzy. But Jimin slots their lips together tentatively, hands cradling Yoongi’s neck and back, and Yoongi sinks into the feeling with a sigh, then gently sucks Jimin’s bottom lip into his mouth as his pulse quickens.

Jimin’s mouth is warm and soft beyond Yoongi’s wildest dreams. Yoongi rubs his hands over Jimin’s lower back and tilts his head just enough to deepen the kiss, licking over Jimin’s bottom lip until it falls open with a gasp, granting Yoongi entrance.

With a slow graze of his tongue over Jimin’s, he feels Jimin tense and shiver in his hold, letting out a soft whine that has arousal crashing through Yoongi. Jimin whimpers, and all Yoongi can think about is the man on stage in his tight little briefs, and his trim, flexible body grinding and swaying so invitingly.

Jimin breaks from the kiss, panting as he tips his mouth away but presses their foreheads together. Yoongi opens his eyes just enough to see Jimin smiling.

“Let’s go inside,” Jimin mutters, sounding breathless, and he releases Yoongi from his hold and leads him up the short set of steps into the building they were just in front of.

“Couldn’t wait two more minutes to get me inside?” Yoongi chides as Jimin tugs him by the wrist down a short hallway, to a door on the right.

Jimin punches in the door code and steps inside the apartment, switching on a bright overhead light that makes the two of them squint. When Yoongi steps in and closes the door, Jimin has his hands on him, pressing him against the wall.

“Are you always such a brat?” Jimin groans, crowding Yoongi’s space.

Yoongi assists Jimin in being close by wrapping his arms around his waist. “I like to tease you,” he rasps, chuckling as Jimin rolls his eyes.

“You were teasing me earlier,” Yoongi adds, sliding one hand up, over the scratchy embroidery of Jimin’s jacket until his hand is on the back of Jimin’s neck. “With your dancing…and your singing…and your hair-pulling.”

“I was being extra sexy once I saw you standing there,” Jimin says sweetly as he slots a leg between Yoongi’s thighs.

“Is that so?” Yoongi asks, tipping his head back against the wall so he can actually see the beauty before him.

Jimin nibbles on his bottom lip and nods his head. “I don’t usually grind on the floor as much. And the little splits I did to take off my shoes was improvised.”

“I might need to see those moves again,” Yoongi mutters, closing the gap between their lips with a soft, chaste kiss.

Jimin sighs and sinks into Yoongi, stomach and chest flush with his. “I have a lot of moves I can show you, hyung,” he responds as he sucks Yoongi’s lip into his mouth hard enough to make Yoongi whimper.

“So show me,” Yoongi practically whines as he licks eagerly over Jimin’s lips.

Jimin heaves a breath and takes a step back, grabbing Yoongi’s hands as they slowly slide from their grasp, walking backward through his tidy apartment, smiling as he mutters, “I’ll show you.”

Abruptly, Jimin stops and shouts, “Wait!” shoving Yoongi backward. Yoongi is confused and cocks his head, allowing himself to be moved, fingers still laced with Jimin’s.

“We have to take our boots off, silly,” Jimin says, unlinking their hands and pressing Yoongi against the wall once more. He leans against Yoongi's chest as he lifts each foot to slide out of his black Chelsea boots and socks, stepping a bit shorter than before.

Once Jimin’s feet are free, he prances away with a giggle, and Yoongi opens his mouth to call after him, but shakes his head and chuckles instead as he bends and unties his boots, toeing out of each one. The sound of a faucet running cues Yoongi to where to go, and he walks through the living room, to the right, and finds Jimin standing in a small kitchen, drinking from a glass of water.

“Thirsty, hyung?” Jimin asks, holding out the glass.

Yoongi takes it and has a drink, then sets it on the counter, and says, “I’m not too thirsty…but I am quite hungry,” watching as Jimin begins to look around with a frown.

“I don’t have much,” he says, “what are you hungry for?”

Yoongi wraps his hands around Jimin’s waist, rubbing both palms over his leather-clad ass.

“You,” he rasps, earning him a groan and a weak smack on the arm. He pouts and adds, “Pretty please?” while batting his eyelashes, and Jimin takes his hand, leading him away.

“Are we leaving every light in your apartment on?” Yoongi asks while Jimin drags him into a short hallway.

With a huff, Jimin turns on the hallway light, then reaches into a semi-open door right in front of them and turns the light on, revealing a bathroom.

“There!” Jimin says with an incredulous glare. “Are you happy, hyung?”

“No,” Yoongi grumbles. “Feels like a waste of electricity.”

“You’re infuriating,” Jimin complains as he shuts off the bathroom and hallway lights. He playfully shoves Yoongi away to storm off to the kitchen and living room, and Yoongi laughs to himself, over the moon with how easy Jimin is to rile up.

When Jimin returns, he grips onto the sleeve of Yoongi's jacket and yanks him roughly down to the end of the short hallway, into a dark room. Yoongi is still laughing, muttering, "Whoa, easy, tiger," as he is pressed into another wall, body against body, with warm breath wafting over his face.

"You'll just have to fuck me in the dark since you're so god damn annoying," Jimin huffs as two hands slide up Yoongi's neck, into his hair and grip tightly.

Yoongi reaches into Jimin's jacket, pushing material away as he grabs him by the waist. Then he twists the two of them, grinning to himself when Jimin huffs out a surprised, "Oof," from the impact of his back being pressed into the wall.

He leans forward, grazing his nose against Jimin's nose as he says, "So you want me to fuck you, hmm?"

"I thought that was a given," Jimin responds, voice less confident than before – trembling, even.

Yoongi hums and noses at Jimin some more, flicking his tongue out and pleased when it grazes over soft lips. "Didn't want to assume," he responds lowly, licking over Jimin's lips once more. "I'm down for anything you want, pretty."

It feels almost frantic the way Jimin's lips crash into his, mouth kissing and nipping while hands shove away Yoongi's denim jacket, sending it to the floor in a heavy lump of fabric. Jimin's hands yank at Yoongi's shirt, pulling it untucked from his jeans, and Yoongi reaches down, gently taking him by the wrists to stop him.

"Wanna see you," Yoongi says. "I take back what I said about the lights; turn them all on so I don't miss anything."

Jimin chuckles and pulls his hands away, then a rustling of fabric is followed by the bright flashlight of Jimin's phone coming on.

"Compromise?" he suggests with a smile that Yoongi barely sees behind the bright white glow. "There's a lamp beside my bed. Be a good boy and turn it on for me?"

Despite the somewhat indignant scoff that rolls through Yoongi's chest and throat, he turns on his heels to make his way through the dark bedroom, determined to be a good boy, indeed. He watches his step, maneuvering around discarded clothing items in the white glow before reaching the bed and finding the lamp.

It takes a few moments of him rubbing his hand over the post and then down to where a cord sticks out, but he finds the little plastic switch and presses it on. A soft, golden light fills the space, and when he spins back around, Jimin is in the center of the room with his jacket draped down past his shoulders.

Jimin begins to saunter over, and Yoongi's brain kicks into gear, going haywire over what he should do – join Jimin and undress him, or sit down and find out whether Jimin feels like putting on another show for him. He opts to sit, but when he turns to make sure the bed is close enough, his knees bump into it, knocking him off balance, and he more or less crashes onto his butt against the mattress.

"So eager," Jimin teases as he rubs his hands over his neck, up into his light pink hair, and back down.

"For you?" Yoongi responds, raising his eyebrows and nodding toward Jimin, feeling zero embarrassment over his floundering. "Absolutely."

"What are you so eager for?" Jimin asks with a grin that grows into something as beautiful as it is dangerous.

"You," Yoongi responds without thinking. "All of you."

Jimin giggles. "Be more specific, hyung."

"I want to watch you strip again," Yoongi says, swallowing a lump of excitement that builds and builds in his throat, threatening to suffocate. "I want to worship you."

With another giggle, Jimin begins to thumb through his phone. The sound of a bluetooth speaker connecting somewhere to the right chimes through the room, and Yoongi turns to glance around, noticing a desk, a dresser, and an open closet door. Garments are strewn about – mostly shirts, it seems – and the dresser appears to be covered in various makeup items, beauty tools, and accessories.

Over the speaker, a sexy R&B track begins to play, and Yoongi turns his attention back to Jimin, who tosses his phone over to the bed, to the right of Yoongi, and begins to sway his hips. Earlier, when Jimin was on stage, Yoongi was awestruck and struggled to fully comprehend what was happening. Especially with others around him cheering and shouting for Jimin, it took time for everything to settle over him.

But sitting in this dim room, just the two of them, knowing the type of body that Jimin has under all that leather and cotton, Yoongi's desire and anticipation reach new heights, and he leans back with his palms spread against Jimin's pink and orange floral comforter while butterflies kick up in his stomach. He almost feels the urge to pinch himself, worried once more that he might be dreaming.

Jimin lets the jacket fall to his wrists, then he lifts one hand slowly, dragging the material upward with his wrist until it slides free and falls. He lifts his other hand straight out and tilts his wrist until the material slides and crumples to the floor, and although it is just outerwear and Jimin is still fully clothed, the seductive movements have Yoongi sitting wide-eyed and mouth agape – entranced.

Yoongi barely registers the song that is playing, but he does not need to. Jimin's shoulders and hips amplify its tune, turning it into something tangible – something he could reach out and feel. Slowly, Jimin turns, and, with his fingertips dancing over the material of his t-shirt, he begins to untuck it little by little.

White cotton drags over muscular shoulders with every movement, while black leather hugs his ass and thighs tightly. Then Jimin does a cute turn and sways down, bending his knees before swishing back up while lifting his shirt over his tummy and up, up, almost to his chest before spinning again and looking over his shoulder, pretending to be shy.

Yoongi scoffs and shakes his head, absolutely charmed by Jimin's little show, still toeing the line between playful and sexy as the shirt lifts over his head completely and Jimin tosses it over his shoulder, straight at Yoongi's face. Yoongi barely lifts his hands, allowing the fabric to gently clobber him in a wave of warm strawberry, and when it falls to his lap, he lazily takes it in one hand and holds onto it.

"Still wearing those cute hearts?" Yoongi asks, and when Jimin mock-pouts and says, "Sorry, hyung, I took them off," he feels the tiniest tinge of sadness.

"What a shame," Yoongi responds, wetting his lips as Jimin turns and saunters closer, hands rubbing over his nipples, keeping them covered. "They were cute."

"You're cute, hyung. But no touching unless I say you can," Jimin instructs softly but firmly, nibbling his bottom lip while slotting one leg between Yoongi's thighs and lifting his other knee to the bed.

Yoongi tips his head back, leaning to give Jimin space as he rolls and grinds his hips, rubbing his hands up, over his neck, and into his hair, and then down, over his nipples and abdominals. Jimin is delicate hills and valleys of taut muscle and soft skin, and all Yoongi can do is stare at the beauty before him while swallowing the saliva that has pooled beneath his tongue, threatening to drool past his lips.

"Like what you see, hyung?" Jimin asks, making Yoongi chuckle.

Yoongi has to find his voice, softly clearing his throat. "You know I do."

With a deep, inviting hum, Jimin presses his thigh between Yoongi's legs, applying just enough pressure to make the air get trapped in his lungs. Arousal simmers through Yoongi, and he gasps, which becomes a soft chuckle when he notices the playful look on Jimin's face.

"Evil," Yoongi groans when Jimin's leg grazes over him again, feeling blood rush straight to his dick.

"What's the matter, hyung?" Jimin sing-songs as he takes a step back, spins around, and lowers his ass to Yoongi's lap.

With both hands planted on Yoongi's knees, Jimin rolls his hips in circles and grinds them forward and back, and Yoongi squeezes the comforter in both palms as he groans from the pressure, fighting how badly he wants to touch.

The song switches to something else sultry and unfamiliar, and Jimin reaches back with one arm that drapes over Yoongi's shoulder, resting his head on his other shoulder while his hips lift and fall in quick but soft movements that graze over Yoongi's crotch.

"You're good at this," Yoongi mutters, dazed, hardly sounding like himself.

Jimin hums in agreement and says, "I'm good at a lot of things."

A particularly firm press of Jimin's ass against Yoongi's constricted dick has his eyes fluttering closed, and he practically whines, "Show me everything."

Jimin sits up, taking away the arm around Yoongi's shoulder, then glances back with a mischievous smile, still moving his hips in inviting circles. Yoongi can hear the slow drag of a zipper, each tooth releasing as Jimin's arms make small movements in front of him. And then he lifts his hands to the waistband of his pants, hooks his thumbs under the black leather to slowly push the garment down.

The movement is agonizingly slow, only revealing an inch before he pulls back up and begins to drag down little by little, exposing pinkish-white satin briefs. Yoongi wants to grab onto the pockets and yank the material to the floor, losing all sense of sitting like a good boy.

"You're killing me," he grumbles, fisting the blanket tight.

With a giggle, Jimin stands, pushes the pants all the way to his thighs, and then sits again, grinding down on Yoongi's lap. The delicate curve of Jimin's waist into soft hips and a round, perfect ass has Yoongi reeling; the fact that he has Jimin all alone, and he is teasing him like this, is still a bit hard to comprehend. And, to make matters worse – or better – sticking out from under Jimin's satin panties are white lace garters connected to white mesh thigh-high stockings.

Yoongi groans, eager to show his appreciation while feeling at a loss for words, earning a light giggle in response.

"How badly do you want to touch me?" Jimin teases, glancing over his shoulder.

Yoongi tongues the inside of his mouth, raising his eyebrows while Jimin continues to watch him. "Oh, I'm going to fucking ruin you the second you give me permission to."

It is subtle the way Jimin's eyes widen and all mirth melts from his features – it only lasts a split second. But Yoongi clocks it, and he smirks, feeling victorious.

Jimin turns and stands, bending himself in half while pushing his pants down to his ankles, and Yoongi watches as more drool pools under his tongue, gaze drifting down to where Jimin peeks from around his ankles to smile before slowly standing back up. He steps from the crumpled leather and then kicks the garment away before turning to Yoongi with his cock straining hard in those tight little briefs as he straddles his lap.

"How was this performance, hyung?" Jimin asks, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's shoulders to play with his hair.

At some point, the song had changed, but Yoongi barely registers the downtempo beat, staring at Jimin, who giggles and wiggles his hips back and forth in a quick, playful movement. He lifts his right hand and then drops it back to the blanket with a groan, rolling his head back and taking a quick moment to close his eyes.

"It was more of a tease than the first one," Yoongi grumbles, tracing the soft lines of Jimin's neck and shoulders with his eyes before looking at his face. "But it was great, all the same; I thoroughly enjoyed it."

Jimin reaches down and palms over Yoongi's dick, which sits bunched up at an uncomfortable angle under restrictive denim, making him gasp from the pressure-ache that tears through him.

"I can tell how thoroughly you enjoyed it, hyung."

At this, Yoongi chuckles, biting the inside of his mouth and biding his time for when it is his turn to be a menace.

"Did you notice my final surprise?" Jimin asks.

"The garters and stockings?" Yoongi asks, eyes drifting downward.

"Not that," Jimin responds, and Yoongi cocks his head, unsure what he means.

"No…" he mutters.

Jimin stares incredulously, heavy-blinking in disbelief. "What, really?" he practically shouts. "My ass was right in your face, how did you miss it?"

"I mean…your ass is…surprisingly perfect," Yoongi tries.

With a playful huff, Jimin rolls his eyes, grabs Yoongi's right hand, and wraps it around him, making Yoongi cup one of his cheeks.

"You can touch only with this hand," Jimin says with an insistent gaze, "and only on my butt."

The material of these briefs is thin and smooth, gliding softly under Yoongi's palm. It takes Yoongi a moment of rubbing over the soft flesh, squeezing gently, and mapping its shape before his fingertips brush over something hard, making Jimin suck in a sudden gasp of air.

"Oh?" Yoongi asks, grazing his fingertips against the spot with more purpose, making Jimin squirm. "What have we here?"

Jimin whimpers as Yoongi presses against the hard, round surprise before taking a handful to squeeze and spread, turning his sounds into soft moans.

"Were you wearing this plug during the performance?" Yoongi asks, head tipped back to watch as Jimin's lips tremble and search for what to say.

"Yes," he finally sighs, lolling his head back with a moan when Yoongi passes his fingers firmly over it again.

"You performed wearing an anal plug?" Yoongi asks again, watching as Jimin's cheeks flush and his eyes widen.

Jimin leans forward and presses his forehead against Yoongi's, nodding while whimpering a broken, "Uh-huh."

"While dancing and singing and tugging on my hair?" Yoongi continues, "While those eager boys stood and watched you flirt with me, you wore this, hoping I would bring you back here and find it."

"Yes, hyung," Jimin moans, and god if Yoongi had not already been fighting back the urge to absolutely destroy this pretty man in the most delicious ways possible, he would be now.

"You wanted me to find this plug, hmm?" Yoongi presses and rubs over it, squeezing and spanking while his other hand grips onto the blanket for dear life. "Wanted me to bend you over and pull it out…stretch you further on my cock…didn't you?"

"Hyung," Jimin whines, hips rolling lazily into Yoongi's touch.

Without another word, Yoongi slides his hand away and anchors himself back against the bed. Jimin scrambles, sitting back with his eyes bulging wide, making Yoongi chuckle.

"So naughty," Yoongi teases, voice full of mirth and sparking a petulant fire in Jimin's eyes.

"Hyung!" Jimin shouts, lifting a hand to smack Yoongi on the chest, which Yoongi catches despite not being given instruction to touch, just yet. Jimin looks incensed and gasps, eyes going between Yoongi's hand and his face.

"It's my turn," Yoongi rasps, biting back a grin. "Let me touch you."

Jimin blinks at him, clearly still processing the teasing, and Yoongi raises his eyebrows, impatient.

"Fine," Jimin huffs brattily, yanking his hand from Yoongi's grasp and sliding from Yoongi's lap to take his place beside him on the bed. "It's your turn to strip, hyung. Give me a good show."

Yoongi stands, walks a couple paces into the room, and turns, letting the movement flow with the beat of whatever song is playing – something a little quicker-paced but still sexy enough to dance to. He rubs his hands over his neck, down his pecs, and over his tummy, watching as Jimin rests back on his palms with his thighs slightly spread, intently following every movement.

Then Yoongi grips onto the bottom hem of his shirt and pulls it quickly over his head, messing up his hair in the process. He flings the garment at Jimin with maybe just a little too much force, and it hits him in the chest, falling to his lap.

"Wh—hyung!" Jimin shouts, tossing the shirt aside as Yoongi quickly undoes his belt and fly and shoves his jeans to the floor, stepping out of one side and then the other, and then reaching down to yank away his socks.

"This is the worst strip tease I have ever seen!" Jimin shouts despite his eyes roving over Yoongi's body with a hunger that says otherwise.

Yoongi approaches in two swift strides and bends to take Jimin by the backs of his knees. He lifts and spreads Jimin's legs, sending his back crashing against the bed, scrambling and squealing while Yoongi leans forward, legs draped over his hips, and grins.

"What did I tell you I was going to do, Jiminah?" Yoongi asks sternly, caging Jimin in with his hands against the bed while Jimin's frantic movements cause their clothed cocks to rub against one another in an addictive jolt of energy.

"R-ruin me," Jimin pants as his flailing slows to a stop.

Yoongi grins. "That's right. I am going to absolutely ruin you. Now be good for me and get on your hands and knees."

It appears to take about two seconds for Jimin to process Yoongi's words before he crawls back on his elbows, getting fully onto the bed, and turning to position himself on his hands and knees while Yoongi sinks down to the floor. Jimin moves toward the center of the bed when Yoongi stops him.

"Ah, ah, come back here, pretty." He pats the mattress as if calling over a puppy. "Want you right here."

Jimin crawls backward with a somewhat dazed, borderline humiliated look on his face, and Yoongi waits patiently until Jimin is settled on the edge of the bed with his ankles hanging near Yoongi's head.

"Perfect," Yoongi groans as he sits high, reaches for the waistline of Jimin's pretty satin briefs, and pulls, uncovering his prize in all its soft yet muscular glory.

Yoongi practically moans at the sight of Jimin stretched around a metal toy with a light pink rhinestone in the center, and he wastes no time reaching two handfuls of soft flesh to squeeze firmly in his palms. He spreads his hands wide to graze his thumbs over the toy, then uses one hand to begin slowly tugging on it while keeping Jimin spread.

"God, look at you," Yoongi groans as Jimin's pucker tenses and relaxes with each movement. "Is this what you wanted? When you invited me to come watch you perform, did you picture me bending you over and playing with your ass afterward?"

"Yes," Jimin whines, sending a shiver down Yoongi's spine.

Yoongi uses his palm to gently strike Jimin's ass. The sound cracks through the room, punctuated by a moan, and Jimin shutters as he relaxes.

"What did you imagine, exactly?" Yoongi asks, hearing a dazed, "What?" come from Jimin.

"When you nestled this pretty little toy inside yourself tonight," Yoongi clarifies, rubbing over the reddened mark of his hand. "What were you imagining I would do to you?"

"I thought you would want to f-fuck me," Jimin says, sounding somewhat bashful. How cute.

Yoongi rubs over Jimin's ass with both hands, then taps the tip of his index finger over the end of the toy, making Jimin tremble. "Is that all?"

"N-no," Jimin whimpers.

"Awe, is pretty Jimin too shy to dirty talk to his hyung now that he has me right where he wants me?"

All he hears in response is a low whine, and Yoongi chuckles, smacking and squeezing Jimin's ass just enough to make his legs quake. He wonders if Jimin likes becoming pliant and malleable in someone else's hands.

"I can tell you what I imagine," Yoongi offers, sitting back before getting onto his feet to rub over Jimin's back and bend over him, draping himself to speak low into Jimin's ear.

Jimin nods.

"What I've imagined since the day we met—" Yoongi reaches with one hand to Jimin's chin and lifts his head up, then presses two fingers into his warm, wet mouth, "—is watching these sinful fucking lips wrap around my cock."

Jimin sucks on Yoongi's fingers, stirring a fire in his belly, and Yoongi nuzzles their cheeks together, pulling away as Jimin releases him with a pop.

"And what I've imagined since that little performance of yours tonight—" Yoongi gently grips Jimin's chin and pulls him so that he is held in place, back arched and neck craned, looking him in the eye, "—is the sight of you riding me…using me to make yourself cum…squeezing me so nice and tight…all while tugging on my hair."

Jimin's eyes blow wide, and he gasps, staring at Yoongi as if he has just personally hung every star in the night sky. Reverent.

"Would you like that, pretty?" Yoongi asks, and Jimin nods.

Yoongi grins. "Use your words, baby."

Brighter and wider, Jimin's eyes turn to heavenly disks, and Yoongi makes a mental note to call him baby a lot more.

"Yes, hyung," Jimin mutters sweetly.

"Say my name. Tell me what you need."

"Yes, Yoongi," Jimin responds. "I need…you. Anything you want, please."

With a soft kiss against Jimin's cheek, Yoongi lowers Jimin down, continuing to drape himself over his body, keeping his weight from pressing on him too much.

"Do you like to be more in control," Yoongi asks, dancing fingertips in Jimin's pink hair, "or do you like to submit?"

Jimin's voice has a slight tremble when he says, "Submit."

"Do you like it rough or soft?"

"Both."

Yoongi groans, pleased with that answer. "Do you have a safe word, baby?"

"S-strawberry."

"Strawberry, of course," Yoongi says, grinning. "Good. I'm going to make you feel so good, baby."

Yoongi feels Jimin's body relax beneath him as he sighs, "Please, Yoongi," in a voice fit for an angel.

Eager to learn all the pretty ways Jimin can sing, Yoongi gets back onto his feet, running his fingertips over the length of Jimin's back before dropping to his knees. He spreads Jimin wide, leans forward, and licks from just beneath the end of the plug to just above it, tasting cold metal and zirconia with a sticky-sweet hint of lube.

Jimin moans low and arches his back, pressing his ass against Yoongi's face, and Yoongi chuckles as he grips tightly to both cheeks and licks again and again, straight lines and rounded ones, tasting and teasing.

"Do you get really sensitive?" Yoongi asks as he rests his cheek against the soft curve of Jimin's ass and takes the end of the toy between his fingers, tugging it ever so slightly – just enough to make Jimin whine.

Jimin mutters a pitchy, "Uh-huh."

"Words, baby," Yoongi instructs with a somewhat stronger tug.

Jimin sobs as he says, "Yes, Yoongi!"

"Good," Yoongi groans as he nuzzles against Jimin and nips gently at his skin. "We're gonna have a lot of fun together."

With a firm tug, Yoongi begins to pull the toy, taking it nice and slow while Jimin's hole stretches around the bulb. Jimin sobs with shaking legs, and Yoongi lifts his head and drops a dab of spit as he pushes the toy back in and gives it another tug.

Back and forth, he tugs and presses, with more spit and kisses against Jimin's soft skin, again and again, until finally Jimin opens wide and releases the plug with a soft wail.

"That's it, baby," Yoongi praises, licking over Jimin's rim with a firm twist of his tongue, making him moan. "So good for me."

Yoongi stands on somewhat shaky legs – knees, and calves tired from being bunched up on the floor – and he moves to the bedside table, grabs a tissue from a small box, and places it down to rest the plug onto. "You got lube in here?" he asks, tapping his fingernails against the small door on the front of the table.

"No, on top," Jimin responds, and Yoongi glances around, then finds the bottle wedged behind the tissue box.

"Is this the lube you used earlier?" Yoongi asks as he returns and takes in the sight of Jimin on his knees with his face pressed against his floral comforter.

"Don't pick on me," Jimin pouts, frowning, making Yoongi chuckle fondly.

"Not picking on you, baby," Yoongi responds, patting the center of the bed, closer to the pillow. "Come up here."

With a whimper and even deeper pout, Jimin anchors himself on his hands, and – like a doe learning to walk for the first time – fumbles and sways with forward momentum until he slams his chest down onto a pillow and wraps his arms around it.

Yoongi gets onto the bed and crawls on his knees behind Jimin. The satin briefs are still around Jimin's legs, keeping him from spreading his knees too far, and Yoongi leaves them in place, curious how Jimin might enjoy a little movement restriction.

With his thumb, Yoongi flips open the lid of the lube bottle, then he squirts a generous amount onto his index and middle fingers and rubs the pad of his thumb through the sticky substance to warm it just a little. Then he rubs the slicked tips of his fingers over Jimin's hole, watching the way he trembles from even the slightest of touches.

Slowly, Yoongi presses the tip of his middle finger in, testing how far the toy has stretched him. Although Jimin moans, his voice is steady as Yoongi pushes all the way to his knuckle and twists. The muscle does not squeeze too tight, so he pulls out and gently slides in another.

With his index finger added, Jimin squeezes him with a deep whimper and then relaxes. Yoongi takes it slow, rubbing his palm soothingly over Jimin's ass and thigh, pulling his fingers back and pressing them forward little by little.

"Let me know if you need me to slow down or stop, pretty," Yoongi says as he watches his fingertips get swallowed.

"Don't stop," Jimin whimpers, "give me more."

"More?" Yoongi teases, drawing the word out nice and long.

"Please, Yoongi."

Yoongi twists his fingers as he pushes and pulls, listening to Jimin's deep voice become high-pitched and raspy. Satisfied with how Jimin feels around him – swallowing eagerly but not with a death grip – Yoongi adds his ring finger.

Jimin trembles and bleats broken syllables as Yoongi presses three fingers into him. He twists slowly and dribbles spit onto Jimin's rim, giving himself a little more slide, working himself a little deeper. And Jimin takes him so well until he gets to his knuckles and the stretch feels too tight.

"Fuck," Jimin gasps, legs quaking. "Feels s-so good, but it—'s too much."

"I got you, baby," Yoongi says softly, planting kisses over Jimin's ass and upper thigh as he slides his fingers out and pauses. "Call your safe word if you want a break."

"No," Jimin pants. "I don't want a break, your fingers are just…they're too good."

Yoongi chuckles, slowly pressing his fingers back in, stopping before the knuckles, as he says, "Just breathe for me," with his lips dragging over Jimin's soft skin.

Labored, panicked breaths make Yoongi smile and shake his head, and he slowly pulls out as he clarifies, "Breathe slowly, Jiminah. Don't make yourself dizzy; I don't need you passing out on me."

An impatient groan muffled by a blanket makes Yoongi sit up high on his knees and angle his body to get a look at Jimin, whose face is squished cutely into the bed with flushed cheeks and a frown in his brow.

"Ya, what is it?" Yoongi teases, using his lubed fingers to give Jimin's ass a little smack, smiling at how the man cries and quakes.

"Wanna ride you," Jimin groans indignantly.

Yoongi wants to rile Jimin up so badly. He considers tickling the man until he crashes to the bed laughing – and probably throwing a tantrum. He wants to threaten not to let Jimin do anything he wants, just so he can be pouty and bratty and make Yoongi put him in his place a little – gently and sweetly, of course. He has to hold his tongue to not chide the poor guy for how grumpy and impatient he is, even as Yoongi stretches him.

But he does not. Instead, Yoongi rubs both hands over Jimin's ass, spreading and squeezing while settling back down again. "I thought you wanted to be submissive," he asks, with only a hint of mirth.

"I do," Jimin responds, pout still evident in his tone. "I want to do both. I can't make up my mind."

"You can do both," Yoongi insists with a smirk, reaching for the lube bottle to slick his fingers back up. "I would love it if you rode me, baby. But if you can't take three knuckles, you sure as hell can't take my cock. So why don't you be a good boy and breathe nice and slow while I stretch you open, yeah?"

The breathy way in which Jimin mutters, "Yeah," tells Yoongi his message has been received loud and clear. The prospect alone of Jimin riding him has him very eager to get the other nice and ready.

Yoongi slathers his three fingers in lube and begins to press them in. Jimin still huffs his exhales, but he is breathing less like a man who might be dying, for which Yoongi is grateful. It takes plenty of twisting and coaxing to slowly get the muscles to open for him, but Yoongi is patient, kissing and sucking on Jimin's skin while watching his fingers get swallowed.

When Yoongi finally does finger Jimin past the knuckle – accompanied by a pitchy squeal and Jimin begging, "Fuck, fuck, don't stop, please don't fucking stop," – he stops, letting Jimin adjust to the stretch.

"That's it," Yoongi praises, rubbing his palm over Jimin's ass and thigh while his fingers stay nestled deep inside him. "I knew you could take me. Just had to be a little patient."

"I've fantasized about how your knobby knuckles would feel but fuck, they are so big," Jimin whines, making Yoongi laugh.

He squeezes Jimin's ass in his palm, then slowly begins to pull his fingers out, watching as Jimin opens wide to accommodate him once more. "You've fantasized about my fingers, huh?"

"H-hyung," Jimin groans, sounding embarrassed.

"Say my name, pretty," Yoongi sweetly commands as he twists his fingers out and begins to plunge them back in, meeting far less resistance.

"Y-Yoongi," Jimin sobs, trembling as Yoongi twists – pulling out and pushing back in.

The sight of his fingers getting swallowed whole has Yoongi's jaw hanging slack, drool pooling beneath his tongue. Jimin is an absolute vision, and the more his light-dusky pucker becomes flushed and reddened with pleasure, the hungrier Yoongi is to give and give and give. Anything to paint him prettily with bliss. Anything to hear the sweet, broken sounds he makes.

"What is it, baby," Yoongi asks, twist-pulling and plunging deep.

Jimin hiccups and Yoongi rotates his torso to lean just enough to see Jimin's fist grasping at the comforter. "N-need you."

"I'm here," Yoongi coos while rubbing his palm over Jimin's ass and lower back, fingertips mapping and memorizing. "You're almost ready for me."

Yoongi pulls out, then uses the index fingers of both hands hooked into Jimin's rim to open him nice and wide. Jimin sobs as Yoongi stretches him, slowly plunging his fingers in and out in a push and pull, watching as the welcoming rings of muscle tense and relax.

"Wh-what are you doing to me?" Jimin groans, as he sinks a little further forward, pushing his ass ever so slightly higher.

"Admiring you, baby," Yoongi says, sitting high on his knees to dribble a dollop of spit into Jimin's hole to squelch between his two fingers. "You have no idea how fucking perfect you are."

Jimin hiccups as he moans, and Yoongi slowly pulls out, one finger and then the other, watching as his pucker tightens and tightens.

"Alright, baby," Yoongi says as he sits back on his knees and open-palm kneads at Jimin's fleshy thighs, feeling supple skin, rough lace, and soft mesh against his palms. "Wanna be a good boy and show hyung how you ride cock?"

A pitchy, garbled, "Uh-huh," leaves Jimin's mouth in a rush as he pushes himself on shaking limbs until he is seated on his knees. Yoongi slides off the bed and walks toward the head, moving pillows and the comforter out of the way, revealing a pretty green floral sheet. He pushes his dark briefs down to the floor, stepping out of each side as he places his knees onto the bed, knee-walks the center, and then sits, spreading his thighs while Jimin grabs the bottle of lube and hobbles close.

Without preamble, Jimin cages Yoongi's hips between his arms and licks a slow stripe up the underside of his aching, neglected cock, sending a thrill of pleasure shooting through him that has a moan storming from his lungs. Yoongi's head thumps against the headboard as he sinks against the cool, wooden surface, and he lifts his hands to gently take Jimin by the hair and chin.

"Hyung tastes so good," Jimin coos sweetly, glancing up through his eyelashes while poking out his pretty pink tongue to lap at the dribble of precum at his tip.

Yoongi was not planning on getting his dick sucked – he was dead set on Jimin's pleasure first and foremost, eager to give absolutely anything to him that he wants. But if what Jimin wants is to put those pretty lips to use, Yoongi would not dare say no.

"Is that so?" Yoongi urges, eager to press Jimin to say more – hopeful that he will turn shy and sweet like before.

Jimin nods, blinking with a lust-drunk haze in his eyes before looking down into Yoongi's trimmed dark pubes as he says, "Salty-sweet…so yummy…"

"It's all yours, baby," Yoongi says as he drags his trimmed, blunt fingernails along the sharp lines of Jimin's jaw. "Anything you want, it's yours."

Jimin lets his tongue hang long, blinking upward while drool pools and dribbles onto Yoongi's tip, dripping down to disappear from view. "Want to make a mess," he slurs, barely pulling his tongue back enough to speak clearly.

"Yeah?" Yoongi urges, "you wanna make a mess of me, baby?"

Jimin nods, curving his lips upward, saliva pooling and dripping. Yoongi fights the urge to beg him to do more – wants Jimin to go at his own pace and enjoy himself, even if it means Yoongi vibrates with nerves and anticipation, bordering on impatience and flat-out desperation.

Luckily, Jimin does not make him wait long. With a deep, eager groan, Jimin sucks Yoongi's tip into his mouth without using his hands, then curves his back and neck, doing his best to swallow him down. Pleasure quakes through Yoongi, and he sinks further into the bed, dragging his head back against the headboard while he moans deep and appreciative.

He tips his head to the side to watch Jimin's spit-slick petal lips drag along his length. Jimin hums and moans, which vibrates just enough to make Yoongi shiver, sucking his cheeks and swishing his tongue in a hypnotic dance.

Slowly, Yoongi climbs to the precipice of bliss, further each time Jimin takes him a little deeper and swallows a little harder. Then Jimin changes position, sitting higher on his knees, and he takes Yoongi into his throat and swallows hard, sending a heavy wave of euphoria crashing inside him. Yoongi's fingers, which had been loosely holding onto Jimin's hair and face, grip onto Jimin's hair, and he tugs gently without pulling too hard.

"Shit, baby, that's it," Yoongi whines, voice coming out pitchy and breathy. "Won't last if you keep swallowing me like that."

Jimin hums and swallows harder, holding Yoongi in his throat long enough to make Yoongi begin to spiral; long enough for Jimin to come up for air with a heavy gasp. Spit hangs from Jimin's lips and tongue in thick strings, and when he blinks, mascara leaves little black streaks on his face.

"Pretty, messy baby," Yoongi praises with a smile that feels crooked and heavy. He knows he must look absolutely fucked out, and the way Jimin's eyes shimmer has affection blooming deep behind his ribs.

Jimin grins, then sinks back down, sucking and swallowing eagerly while setting a quick pace bobbing his head. The faint pass of Jimin's teeth along Yoongi's length sends a tickle up his spine that has his back arching, and with each upward stroke of his lips, spit collects and trickles, coating his balls and dribbling over his asshole.

Yoongi is close, and he grips Jimin's hair a little tighter, guiding his head a little deeper. He whimpers broken pleas for Jimin to keep going that hardly sound like words – whisps of sounds flitting into the air as he struggles to keep his bearings. Jimin's mouth is better than Yoongi could have possibly anticipated, and he submits fully to letting Jimin send him straight into the clouds. He wants to cum down that pretty throat so badly.

"Fuck," Yoongi mutters, finally finding his voice. "Gonna cum, baby. Will you swallow for me?"

Jimin seems to try to nod, muttering some kind of response that amounts to consonants and sputtered drool, and Yoongi loosens his grip on Jimin's hair, letting his hands slide and fall away to fist at the sheet, instead. It only takes three more passes of those perfect fucking lips to make Yoongi absolutely dissolve.

"Gonna c—" is all he chokes out before painting Jimin's tongue and throat.

Jimin gags slightly but continues to suck and swallow, humming and moaning between Yoongi's sharp, raspy sounds of pleasure. His orgasm flows through him hot and quick, erupting and intoxicating. Only once he is trembling from overstimulation does Jimin release his cock, licking once more from base to tip with his mouth hanging agape.

Streaks of viscous white streak Jimin's tongue, and Yoongi takes him by the jaw and gently lifts, urging Jimin to sit up and crash into him. Yoongi licks into Jimin's mouth, tasting his own heady release, and Jimin melts forward, laying his torso heavily against Yoongi while very slowly crawling up into a seated position on his lap.

"Was that what you were imagining, hyung?" Jimin asks against his mouth, making Yoongi chuckle.

"Better," he rasps. "I could never have imagined anything feeling that good, Jiminah."

Jimin blushes as he asks, "Did you like how my lips looked?" and Yoongi raises an eyebrow, tilting his head back to get a better look at him. "Wrapped around you," Jimin continues, nibbling on his plush, kiss-swollen bottom lip.

"You know I did." Yoongi leans in to place a soft kiss against Jimin's lips, deciding instead to suck them into his mouth, one after the other, making him giggle. "You looked and felt like heaven, baby."

Jimin leans back into Yoongi, wrapping his arms around his neck and gently tugging at his hair. They kiss, lick, suck, and nip in unhurried movements, tasting and teasing while Yoongi's dick recovers and begins to harden once more. Sticky-cool saliva transfers from Jimin's chin to Yoongi's, aiding in the mess that was promised, and Yoongi slowly sucks at Jimin's tongue tip, making him drool even more.

Time grinds to a halt, suspended and of no use to them. Yoongi passes his hands over Jimin's shoulders, down the slopes of his back and hips and ass – anywhere he can reach. Occasionally, Jimin shivers and sighs, and Yoongi cannot help but smile, endeared and eager to know every single sensitive spot he may have.

One of Jimin's hands leaves Yoongi's hair and travels down, tickling as his fingernails delicately scrape down his pec, across his ribs, to his hip. When Jimin wraps his hand around Yoongi's growing erection, engulfing him in pleasure and warmth, Yoongi gasps, rolling his eyes back and nodding as he mutters, "Almost ready for you."

Jimin releases Yoongi and reaches for the lube before using both hands to slick him up. Yoongi is grateful that Jimin does not warm it in his hands, hissing with delight at the cold touch. Jimin giggles deviously, chewing on his lip, and Yoongi gazes down at his cock between two slender, pretty hands before returning his attention to Jimin's face.

"Now are you ready, hyung?" Jimin asks as he sits high on his knees and positions himself over Yoongi's tip.

Yoongi uses both hands to steady Jimin's thighs, dancing his fingertips over the stockings, then gripping gently while Jimin reaches up to the top of the headboard and leans his chest close to Yoongi's face.

"I don't think I could ever fully be ready for someone as perfect as you fucking me, Jiminah," Yoongi confesses with a smile, tilting his head until his tongue is able to flit out and drag over a dusky, pert nipple. "You'll just have to give it to me; force me to be ready. Don't hold back."

"As you wish, hyung," Jimin responds sweetly as he begins to sink down.

The tip of Yoongi's cock breaches Jimin's hole with a shutter and whimper from both men in tandem. Yoongi grips Jimin's hips bruisingly, expecting Jimin to stop and adjust, but Jimin keeps lowering, down, down, down until he is fully seated and choking pretty, broken sobs.

Yoongi is overwhelmed with pleasure, squeezed with blissful tight warmth, and he quakes with each gentle squeeze of muscle around him. His breath feels heavy in his lungs, and as he lets out a groaned exhale, he releases his grip on Jimin's thighs and rests his head back in a desperate attempt to get his bearings, teetering on the brink of total mental collapse.

"Hol—" is all Yoongi manages to moan as Jimin lifts and drops, slamming his ass against Yoongi's thighs, letting out a dulcet whimper that is rivaled by Jimin's pitchier one.

"Big," Jimin mutters as he picks up a dizzying pace of slowly lifting before forcefully dropping, spearing himself so nice and deep, Yoongi feels like he may be carving the poor guy open.

Jimin is magnificent with his head tilted back and lips hung wide, whimpering as he rises and drops and rises and drops. Somehow exactly as Yoongi imagined, yet so much more. His cock glistens hard against his tummy, dribbling with precum and so neglected, bouncing against his abs with each drop, leaving a little splatter behind.

"I won't last," Yoongi admits, feeling the blissful, agonizing squeeze that is only intensified as Jimin's muscles flutter with pleasure. "I usually have more—ahh—s-stamina, but you feel so g-good."

"Awe, hyungie," Jimin purrs, tilting his head forward and opening his dreamy, lust-lidded eyes. "That's ok. I just hope you can keep going…ruin me like you promised."

"I can," Yoongi croaks. It will be much easier to stave off his orgasm when he is in full control; like this, he doesn't stand a chance.

"There's always tomorrow, too," Jimin mutters half-dazed, and Yoongi smirks at the prospect of Jimin wanting him after tonight.

Yoongi rubs his hands up Jimin's hips, along the delicate curve of his waist and the white lace garter, and further, palming over pecs. As Jimin lifts and drops, Yoongi almost feels overwhelmed by the arousal that pools and pools, warm and aching in his center, tingling to his limbs, filling him with desire. He wants to grab Jimin tight and fuck up into him, but Jimin feels and looks so amazing he lets him take his time.

With a grin that morphs into a bite of his lower lip, Jimin lifts his hips and swivels them, whorling around Yoongi's tip and tugging up, making him gasp and groan. Yoongi rubs his hands down to Jimin's waist and gently holds, helping keep him steady while the dancer twists and swishes, creating dizzying patterns to the song Yoongi barely hears over the pounding of his heart.

"God, your body…" Yoongi mutters, eyes heavy as he watches muscle tense and soften.

"You like how I feel, hyung?" Jimin mutters as he swirls up.

Before Yoongi can respond, Jimin begins to bounce his ass up and down to the beat of the background song, just fucking himself on Yoongi's tip – teasing in a most delightful way.

"How you feel…" Yoongi mutters, head rolling back against the headboard, looking down his nose at the beauty above him. "How you look, how you sound…you're fucking perfect, baby."

Jimin smiles and runs his hands over Yoongi's neck, then uses one hand to leverage himself on Yoongi's shoulder while the other takes a handful of hair and grips tight.

"You're just saying that because I'm fucking you," Jimin teases through gasps and whimpers, gaze turning sharp while he begins to drop his hips back down and spear himself deep.

Even with a cock buried inside him, Jimin is a brat. Yoongi finds it way too endearing, though he is eager to flip the pretty dancer over and fuck him so good he can no longer talk back. He rolls his eyes, moaning as Jimin rides him a little steadier, trying to ignore how rapidly his pleasure builds.

"True," Yoongi mutters, playing along. If Jimin wants to be petulant, two can play this game.

"Ah—" Jimin moans, "I knew it. Just using me for my perfect ass."

Yoongi's hands slide over the soft, inviting curves of Jimin's hips and ass, and he takes two splayed handfuls and gives him a squeeze, moaning, "Exactly."

With his palms gripping tight, Yoongi assists Jimin in his movements, lifting and dropping him in a nice steady rhythm. Rather than attempt to stave his high, he chases it now, eager to change positions and give Jimin more.

Jimin whimpers and sobs, breath coming out punchy and ragged while his tip leaks precum.

"Are you close, baby?" Yoongi asks, receiving only a whimpered, "Uh-huh," in response.

"What did I say about using your words?" Yoongi insists through grit teeth, finding it harder to steady his breathing and speak clearly.

"Yes, Yoongi," Jimin moans, sending a chill down Yoongi's spine at the sound of his name. "I'm so close."

Yoongi pulls one hand away, lifts it to his mouth, and spits into his palm. He stares up at Jimin as he wraps his hand around Jimin's cock head and squeezes just enough to elicit a moan and shiver from him, then he begins to stroke nice and slow, collecting dribbled precum on his palm.

"Hyung," Jimin whimpers, body tensing and relaxing over and over.

"Say my name, baby," Yoongi instructs with a smirk, watching Jimin's lips tremble and form unvoiced syllables.

Jimin leans forward and takes two handfuls of Yoongi's hair as he lifts and slams his ass with purpose. Each breath Yoongi pants hits Jimin's chest, creating a pocket of sticky warmth between them.

"Yoongi," Jimin whines as his grip tightens, tugging on Yoongi's scalp and making him hiss.

"Yes, baby?"

Jimin's voice cracks, barely croaking out the words, "I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me, Jiminah," Yoongi moans, feeling his own high reach its peak. "Cum all over this cock, baby, let me feel you."

Jimin's muscles squeeze and release– frenzied and dizzying as his rhythm falters. Rather than lift, he grinds, burying Yoongi so deep, the air feels trapped in Yoongi's chest.

"That's it, baby," Yoongi wheezes through grit teeth, stroking Jimin at an angle that has him gently punching his fist against both their tummies. "Use my cock to get yourself off. Fuck, you feel so good."

Jimin's back arches and his body quakes as he cums. Yoongi squeezes at his tip, urging more and more release to coat his fist sticky-white, digging his heels into the mattress as he fucks his hips upward, just enough to get Jimin bouncing and moaning. Jimin squeezes him so tight, pushing him right over the edge.

"Gonna cum, baby," Yoongi groans as every nerve prickles tingly and hot, ready to burst.

"Fill me, Yoongi," Jimin sobs as he bounces in quick, shallow movements. "Make me messy."

The squeeze of Jimin's muscles, and fucked out, eager sound of his voice has Yoongi's orgasm hitting hard. He releases Jimin's cock, gripping onto his thighs with both hands as his body trembles roughly with pleasure. Yoongi barely makes a sound, rasping around heaving breaths as his eyes squeeze momentarily tight, attempting to relax as his orgasm pulses through him in tremendous bursts, making him see stars.

"That's it, hyung," Jimin whimpers, leaning all the way forward, draping himself over Yoongi's shoulders. "Feels so good."

Yoongi sits back, catching his breath as his cock softens, running his clean palm up Jimin's back while the cum-covered hand falls to the side. Jimin's muscles continue to flutter, and he nuzzles his face against Yoongi's neck, leaving lazy, wet kisses against the skin and filling Yoongi with butterflies.

The music continues to play, changing from one sexy beat to another. A female artist sings, but Yoongi is unable to make out what she is saying. His pulse thumps in his ears and throat, forcing each breath out in a lively beat of his own.

"It feels nice to just…sit here and hold you," Jimin mutters against Yoongi's skin.

"I would hug you back but one of my hands is covered in your cum."

Jimin hums in understanding, adding, "You got it on my thigh," with a familiar bratty tone.

"You wanted to be messy," Yoongi grumbles with a smile, feeling absolutely smitten.

Jimin groans, "I did," as he slowly begins to sit up, taking the warmth of his body away.

Yoongi shivers as the sweat that covers him turns cold. He tips his head back and looks up as Jimin settles on his lap, cock-warming him while sitting tall, smiling sweetly.

"I guess since you got what you wanted, you don't need me anymore," Jimin teases with a smirk and a lift of one eyebrow as he reaches out and undoes what is left of the bun in Yoongi's hair, tossing his trusty hair tie aside.

Yoongi rolls his eyes and lolls his head back, trying not to smile as he mutters, "Really, Jiminah?"

With wide, playful eyes, Jimin nods, sliding his ass up, up, up until Yoongi's soft, cum-covered cock falls away, making him shudder.

"You had a taste of my perfect ass, so—"

"Oh, I had a taste, alright," Yoongi interrupts with a grin, sitting up and causing Jimin to move slightly backward. "You think I'm gonna just leave now? Never to see you again?"

Jimin's playful demeanor begins to crumble as Yoongi lifts his soiled hand and begins to lick at what is left of Jimin's heady, salty-sweet release.

"Uh, I—" Jimin says, lips forming around syllables he never voices.

"What about promising me tomorrow? Hmm?" Yoongi asks before dragging his tongue over his knuckles, cleaning the remnants of Jimin's cum.

Now that his hand is far less messy, Yoongi grips onto Jimin's waist nice and tight and lift-pushes the dancer onto his back. Jimin yelps as he hits the pretty green sheet, pink hair sweat-stuck together in little spikes, fanning messily around his beautiful face.

"I'm not finished with you yet," Yoongi says as he gets onto his knees and towers over Jimin. "Weren't you just whining about me ruining you moments ago?"

Jimin giggles softly, reaching his arms to wrap around Yoongi's neck. Yoongi gently takes Jimin by the wrists and pushes his arms to the mattress, pressing his weight down, watching with delight as Jimin gasps and shivers beneath him.

"You really think I could only do this once?" Yoongi teases as he leans forward, crowding Jimin's space. "Now that I've had a taste of you, I'll be craving you, Jiminah."

"I-is that so?" Jimin breathes, head tilting as if offering the expanse of his neck to Yoongi – an invitation Yoongi takes as he drags his lips over salt-slick skin.

"That is so."

"Are you sure you can keep going?" Jimin asks sweetly. "You just came twice."

"I could fuck you all night, baby," Yoongi insists, licking and nipping until Jimin gasps. "Just need a moment to get hard again. Why? Can you keep going?"

Each breath that puffs from Jimin's lips sounds heavy. "I can, but…I might get overstimulated."

"I know," Yoongi groans with a smile. "I watched you fall apart on my fingers, remember?"

"I might get…really…lost," Jimin admits.

Yoongi releases Jimin's hands and moves them to the mattress so he can press more weight down and angle himself upward just enough to look Jimin in the eyes.

"Like, subspace?" Yoongi asks, watching Jimin's eyes widen.

"Maybe," Jimin mutters. "I just get really…floaty. Like my soul and body are disconnected…held together by pleasure."

Yoongi nods in understanding. "Do you want to hold off, then? Wait until we're more comfortable with each other before you go there with me?"

The smile that tugs on Jimin's lips is sweet, and his eyes sparkle as he says, "I have a feeling you will take good care of me, hyung."

Affection bursts warm in Yoongi's chest. "Of course, I will. But I still understand if that's something you want to build up to."

Jimin shakes his head and nibbles on his lip. "I trust you. I'll call my safe word if I need to."

"You don't go non-verbal at all?"

Jimin pinches his brow and shakes his head. "No."

"Alright," Yoongi agrees, eager to keep going as long as Jimin feels safe.

Jimin leans forward, groaning as his chin juts out, puckering for a kiss, making Yoongi chuckle softly. Yoongi closes the gap and presses further, allowing Jimin to lie comfortably, and he licks and sucks at Jimin's soft, sinful mouth.

"Sorry for ruining the mood with talking," Jimin mutters against Yoongi's lips.

Yoongi hums as he licks into Jimin's warm, petal mouth, opening him wide; making space. Jimin tastes so delicately sweet yet heady, and Yoongi has no choice but to chase every nuanced flavor, eager to discover more. Jimin's hums and groans are music to Yoongi's ears, and he swallows each sound with ease.

Rather than lifting his head, Yoongi simply stops kissing, letting his lips rest on Jimin, who smiles. Yoongi wishes he could adequately communicate just how important every little thing Jimin thinks, feels, and needs is, to him.

"Discussing boundaries is never a mood killer," Yoongi insists against his lips. "I never want you to hold anything back."

"Thank you, hyung," Jimin mutters, leaving pecks of soft kisses along Yoongi's mouth and chin.

"Don't thank me for doing the bare minimum, Jiminah. You deserve to be cared for."

The way Jimin squeals and wiggles beneath him makes his smile go lopsided. Yoongi lifts his head just enough to watch Jimin's cheeks flush, taking in the beauty of his shimmery and black makeup smudged around his eyes.

"Shut up," Jimin groans.

"Shut me up," Yoongi challenges with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Jimin tilts his chin up once more, chasing a kiss. As Yoongi leans down, giving into his desire, one warm hand wraps around his half-hard cock, making him shiver and groan; this certainly is one way to get him to stop talking.

"Want you again, Yoongi," Jimin pleads into Yoongi's open mouth, tugging on his cock. "Need you."

"You have me, baby," Yoongi practically moans, licking against Jimin's lips as his arousal simmers and warms him. "Turn over, on your stomach."

Jimin nods as he deepens the kiss, licking eagerly into Yoongi's mouth, sighing as Yoongi pushes and pulls with his tongue. When Jimin breaks the kiss, fingertips dig into Yoongi's neck and shoulder, and both men are panting, thickening the air between them with moist warmth.

Jimin begins to wiggle around onto his side, then his stomach, and Yoongi stays where he is, caging him in with his arms and lifting his knees one after the other to accommodate Jimin's legs. Once Jimin is settled, Yoongi leans forward and presses his lips to the back of Jimin's neck, nipping and swirling his tongue as Jimin moans, back bowing delicately – trembling.

Yoongi kisses down the curve of Jimin's spine, crawling backward onto his knees. He sucks marks at the top of Jimin's ass, nipping and licking over dewy-smooth skin and lifting his hands to cup and squeeze. As he sits up, he kneads gently into Jimin's perfect, pillowy flesh, spreading him wide. Jimin's puffy rim glistens with leaked cum, and Yoongi wets his lips as he runs two fingertips over the mess before pressing deep inside.

Jimin moans loudly, broken and debauched, as Yoongi fingers his tight asshole, feeling his own cum squelch, icky and enticing. He looks around for the bottle of lube and leans back, allowing his fingers to be slowly released as he reaches for it with his free hand.

"You sure you can keep going?" Yoongi asks as he flicks the lube bottle open with his thumb, caressing the soft swell of Jimin's ass and thigh.

"I'm not fragile, hyung," Jimin whimpers with his hands beside his head, clutching onto the comforter that has been bunched up and pushed out of the way.

"Never said you were," Yoongi smiles fondly, squirting lube into his palm and working it over his cock, hissing from the sensation on his tender skin. "Just don't want to push you too far."

Jimin groans a pitchy sound that Yoongi assumes is impatience. "We already discussed this. My safe word is strawberry, hyung. Please fuck me."

Yoongi rubs his lubed hand sloppily over Jimin's hole, nibbling his lip as Jimin bucks and trembles against him. "Say that last part again."

There is a second of hesitation, followed by a soft sigh that makes Yoongi grin. He opens his mouth to ask again nicely, but Jimin beats him to it, muttering, "Please fuck me, Yoongi."

Jimin spreads his thighs flat against the bed and extends his legs straight, laying in a perfect split, and Yoongi gasps at the sight of him. He leans forward to accommodate the new height, gripping onto his length with one hand and Jimin's hip with the other. With a devious giggle, Jimin begins to bounce his ass, clapping his cheeks softly in a show that has Yoongi absolutely reeling.

Without a moment more to spare, Yoongi leans forward on his knees and lines himself up with Jimin's rim, using his non-sticky hand to guide one of Jimin's hips. "You're a fucking menace," he groans as he presses in, in, in, spearing Jimin open as they whine and moan in tandem, feeling pleasure burst through his limbs like rays of warm, alluring light.

"Squeezing me, baby," Yoongi rasps as he slowly slides out, giving Jimin no time to adjust. He places both hands on Jimin's hips and begins to rock his body, fucking into Jimin without moving his own hips. The delicate, elongated stretch of Jimin's mesh clad legs, right down to the tips of his pretty little toes has Yoongi torn between wanting to cherish him like something delicate or completely wreck him.

"Such a slutty little dancer and you're all mine," Yoongi teases as he continues to rock Jimin's hips against him, watching his puffy rim swallow him whole. "What would your admirers think if they knew you wore a plug on stage while you were doing the splits to tease me?"

"Hyung," Jimin whines, burying his face down into the comforter.

Yoongi slides his hands to the bed and leans forward, slowly thrusting his hips up and down while walking his hands up to Jimin's armpits, hovering nice and close. The scent of strawberry mixed with a faint, sweaty musk is sticky-sweet enticing, and Yoongi lets his eyes flutter closed as he takes a deep breath in.

"You even performed for all of our friends wearing a toy," Yoongi rasps beside Jimin's ear. "What would they think of you?"

"Stop," Jimin whines, dragging the word long and whiny.

Yoongi nuzzles his face against Jimin's nape, nipping at short pink hairs. "Alright, I'll stop teasing you, baby," he mutters sweetly, smiling at the sound of Jimin cooing happily.

"Mmm, I like it," Jimin admits with a groan, making Yoongi nuzzle harder, grinning at the thought of Jimin feeling shy.

The smacking of skin is heard in lewd, rhythmic bursts. Yoongi fucks Jimin nice and steady, listening for the strained "Ah!" that punctuates each thrust, huffing small sounds of his own.

Yoongi begins to sit back, careful not to let his hips lose too much rhythm. Once on his knees, Yoongi spreads Jimin wide with both hands and leans his weight into him, fucking him much faster. Jimin jiggles hypnotically, and Yoongi gives him light spanks to each cheek, unable to resist playing with him; delighted by the sound of him squealing.

"Hyung, I want to cum again," Jimin cries, gripping the floral blanket tight.

Yoongi wants to watch him cum – wants to touch and tease his cock while praising him and making him sob. As he slowly pulls out, Jimin trembles and groans in protest. Yoongi gives his ass a couple of light taps and mutters, "On your back."

"Hyung" Jimin complains, elongating the word, making Yoongi smirk.

Jimin crawls slightly forward and bends at the knees, then flops onto his side, huffing dramatically as if he cannot be bothered to move a single inch more.

"I know, I know," Yoongi mutters, grabbing Jimin by the hips and pulling him the rest of the way onto his back. Jimin squeals and laughs, spreading his legs wide while watching with eager, mascara-smudged eyes as Yoongi continues to position him right where he wants him.

"Sorry I can't choose between wanting to see your ass and wanting to see your face," Yoongi grumbles defensively while pumping his cock and reaching for the bottle of lube. He squirts some directly onto his shaft – cool liquid on warm skin – and he smears it in one stroke.

"Wow, and they say chivalry is dead," Jimin teases, lifting his eyebrows playfully with a grin.

Yoongi slides his length into Jimin's tight warmth in one swift movement, and Jimin's grin falls agape as his back arches. He lets out a deep, pleased moan that Yoongi mirrors with a slow intake of air, filling his lungs. The curve of Jimin's neck, along his chest, and down to his tummy bows delicately taut, and Yoongi maps each inch with his eyes, stunned by his beauty.

When Jimin settles slowly onto his back, Yoongi reaches forward and slots two fingers into Jimin's mouth. Jimin clamps his lips closed and gently sucks as Yoongi begins to set a steady pace with his hips.

"Good boy," he praises, and Jimin's eyes blow wide. "So fucking good for me. So pretty and tight and perfect."

Jimin anchors himself onto his elbows, muttering something that sounds like a question, and Yoongi nods, smiling sweetly down at Jimin, watching his hard, leaking cock slap his tummy with each thrust.

"Perfect, pretty Jiminah. And you're all mine."

More sounds are uttered around Yoongi's fingers as Jimin's eyes roll and his head bobs with the rocking of their bodies. Yoongi reaches between them and rolls his palm over the tip of Jimin's cock, eliciting his eyes to open big and round.

Already, Jimin looks dazed, back draped slightly with his head held up only enough to suck on Yoongi's fingertips, supported against his elbows. Jimin's fingers slowly dance over the material of his green floral sheet, legs flayed lazily around Yoongi's hips.

Yoongi slowly tugs at Jimin's length, making him whimper and sputter incoherently. Jimin rocks his hips and squeezes around Yoongi in a rhythm matching Yoongi's thrusts – must be chasing his own high. Seeing Jimin looking dazed and eager to cum again, stuffed with fingers and cock, Yoongi's mind races as he attempts to sort out how he got so fucking lucky.

"'S good," Jimin whines, dropping his head back and letting Yoongi's drool-slick fingers drag over his chin.

Yoongi continues his pace – a deliberate roll of hips – letting his fingers slowly fall past Jimin's chin, to his chest, tracing curves and dips until finally taking hold of him around the ribs. Gradually, Jimin's arms give way, and he lies back – head first, then shoulders, sinking deeper against green flowers with his eyes hazy and wide.

"Are you floaty, Jiminah?" Yoongi asks sweetly, wetting his salty-dry lips.

Jimin hums and crooks a lazy smile, lifting his hands slowly to rub over his pecs and tummy. Yoongi follows the movements, feeling affection swirl and swell behind his ribs. At this pace, he thinks he could fuck Jimin for an eternity if he tried; his pleasure simmers just below the surface nice and steady, with no risk of boiling over too soon.

"Ah—Yoongi," Jimin gasps, chest heaving and falling. "I'm—"

Yoongi rolls his palm over Jimin's tip and gives him a firm enough squeeze to make him sob.

"Gonna cum, pretty?" he asks.

Wide-eyed and mouth droopy-round, Jimin nods. His lips form shapes unvoiced, and Yoongi continues to roll and squeeze, languidly syncopating his quicker thrusts.

"Cum for me, baby. Get nice and messy."

Jimin's eyes flutter, and his back arches slowly, head and heels digging into the mattress. "Please, please, please," he mutters softly like a prayer, palms flaying and squeezing above his ribs.

"Relax and let go," Yoongi urges sweetly. "Let yourself float."

As if reacting on command, Jimin's body goes rigid and taut before quaking and sinking – thunder growling from his depths and dispersing out. He spurts tiny piles of cum onto Yoongi's fingers and palm, mouth forming softly-uttered stormy sounds. Even in the throes of incomprehensible bliss, every little thing Jimin does is eloquent; a performer and a muse.

"Harder," Jimin groans, taking Yoongi by surprise. "P-please, Yoongi, need you."

Yoongi grips Jimin's hips with both hands, smearing cum on his sweat-slick, goosebumped skin. He picks up a pace that has Jimin's legs lifting and stretching, and Yoongi slings both calves against his shoulders before leaning in and taking hold of his hips once more.

Jimin wails, eyes squeezed as if pained, licking and biting at his reddened lower lip. His arms lift and fall around his head, and he grips onto the bunched-up pink and orange comforter.

"This how you want it?" Yoongi asks, feeling his high build and build, impossible to hold at bay.

"Mmm, 's good," Jimin slurs, opening his eyes wide and smiling before his face falls back into a state of lazy bliss.

Yoongi would love for Jimin to cum once more but has no idea whether he can. His cock is limp and resting against his patch of cutely trimmed pubic hair, jostling with each slam of Yoongi's hips against his thighs.

"Not gonna last at this pace," Yoongi warns through grit teeth, his high climbing fast toward its breaking point.

"Fill me," Jimin mutters dazedly. "Make me messy."

"Say my name," Yoongi rasps as he fights the urge to squeeze his eyes closed, gripping harshly to Jimin's soft hips.

"Yoo—" Jimin sighs, bowing his back. "Yoongi. Please, Yoongi."

Pleasure courses through Yoongi, flowing like lava in his bloodstream. He keeps his pace steady, holding back from slamming too fast or too deep. Cum and lube squelch around his cock, and the thought of watching it drip from Jimin's used, puffy hole is just the push he needs to reach orgasm.

"Fuck, Jiminah," Yoongi groans, dragging blunt fingernails in streaks along Jimin's sides. "I'm—ahh, fuck!"

Yoongi's body tenses and releases in waves of pleasure – white-hot and overwhelming. He quakes as he spurts his cum into Jimin's begging, fluttering hole, babbling nonsense, attempting to praise, failing around each syllable. Jimin sobs and squeezes, trying but failing to reach for Yoongi.

With a chuckle, Yoongi leans forward, hands slipping and crashing into the mattress, dripping sweat from his forehead to Jimin's chest. Now that he is within reach, Jimin reaches and clings, grabbing Yoongi's shoulders and yanking down until Yoongi gives in and falls forward. Pleasure continues to tremble through him – chest heaving and jumpy as he does his best to settle and relax.

"Holy shit," he mutters into Jimin's clavicle, covering his face in sweat. "That was—"

"Amazing," Jimin coos.

Yoongi smiles and nods, kissing anywhere his lips reach in slow movements. "Amazing."

Where they lay in the center of the bed, Yoongi is unable to stretch his legs far before hitting the headboard, so they stay in a ball while he catches his breath and litters Jimin's shoulder, neck, and chin with affection. It takes time, but Jimin begins to come back to earth, clinging a little more purposefully.

"You made me messy," he mutters with more clarity than Yoongi has heard for a while.

"Lemme see," Yoongi says as he sits up, groaning from his soft cock sliding from where it was nestled nice and warm.

Jimin groans shyly, covering his face with his hands as Yoongi sits up and lifts his spread legs. He puts up a tiny amount of resistance, but Yoongi holds firmly, nibbling his lip, trusting Jimin to use his safe word if he really does not want to be teased.

Dropping a leg to the side, Yoongi uses his thumb to press pearly liquid back into Jimin's puckered hole, grinning like an idiot when Jimin whimpers, legs shaking.

"Messy baby," Yoongi teases, earning his arm a light smack from Jimin's foot.

Yoongi pulls his fingers away and watches as Jimin tenses, causing the cum to dribble back out. He rubs his hands over Jimin's shins and calves, watching as Jimin heavy-blinks at the ceiling.

"Shower?"

Jimin's gaze finds Yoongi's, and he smiles, then nods. "Carry me?" he asks with a cute bat of his lashes that makes Yoongi's heart go haywire.

And although Yoongi makes a show of rolling his eyes and being indignant, he gets up and stretches, then turns his back to Jimin and taps his shoulder.

"Get on."

"Ooh, piggyback?" Jimin shouts, and Yoongi turns his head in time to see Jimin sit high on his knees and fling himself over Yoongi's shoulders.

Yoongi links his arms around sweaty thighs and has to bend and hop a few times to get Jimin in place – a mildly humiliating task while nude – then he is off, kicking discarded clothing items along the way.

"We should take a bath," Jimin mutters into Yoongi's shoulder.

Yoongi hums and nods, turning left into the hallway and again into the bathroom. "Anything you want."

Although Yoongi would love to dote on Jimin hand and foot, he is grateful when Jimin slides off his back and begins the bath, finding sweetly-scented bubble products to squeeze into the stream and controlling the temperature. Jimin slides out of the lace garter and mesh stockings, and sinks into the tub when the water is barely a few inches high. Yoongi presses a kiss on his forehead before leaving to fetch a glass of cool water from the kitchen, lingering just a moment to take in the sunflower pan holders and mismatched cooking utensils.

Yoongi returns with the glass to his lips, taking slow, steady sips and smiling over the rim.

"Sit up and drink this," he instructs a sleepy Jimin, whose cheeks are pinkened from the warm water.

Once the bath is full, Yoongi slots himself behind Jimin, fitting perfectly with his legs outstretched. He rubs Jimin's shoulders and litters him with kisses. And when the water cools, he insists they shower off, helping Jimin finger the cum from his ass while licking deep into his mouth.

"I could get used to this," Jimin groans as Yoongi wraps a towel tightly around his hips and uses another to squeeze the remaining water from his hair.

"Good," Yoongi responds against his lips, finding it impossible to spend too many minutes without touching and kissing. "Want you to get used to this."

"Stay the night," Jimin whines, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's middle and walking him backward out of the bathroom.

Yoongi smiles and nips at petal lips. "That was the plan."

"Stay tomorrow night, too," Jimin groans as they hobble out into the hallway, bumping Yoongi's elbow against the doorframe enough to make him hiss.

"Won't you get tired of me?" Yoongi barely utters slightly pained against Jimin's soft, greedy mouth.

Jimin releases their hug and pulls Yoongi by the hand back to bed. He has a pep in his step as he gathers his phone – shutting off the music, finally – and finds the lube bottle tangled in the blanket.

"Doubtful," Jimin finally says as he crawls into bed and plops down, yanking Yoongi's hand until he sits and lays beside him.

"Alright," Yoongi grins, wrapping himself around Jimin and pulling him close, chest to chest, on their sides. His hair is still damp, but he is unconcerned when Jimin beckons so adamantly. With a gentle teasing tone, he says, "I'll cancel all my foreseeable plans and live only to serve you."

Jimin smiles and hums, saying, "Good," into Yoongi's mouth.

In a tangle of tongues and limbs, Yoongi sighs and sinks, unable to hold back the affection that overflows from him. He thinks he could also get used to this.

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lostalioth · 2 years

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→ premise: your boyfriend always looks hot, but especially in his halloween costume, making him hard to resist.

→ pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

→ warnings: eighteen+, smut, thigh riding, degrading, nicknames [slut, whore, baby, princess], not proofread

→ a/n: 05 kinktober.

To you your boyfriend James Buchanan Barnes is the sexiest man alive. He’s even sexier, all dressed in black and thick leather. You thought your legs were gonna give out under you when he walked down the stairs to the party.

You always wanted to throw a costume party and as it was inching closer to Halloween you saw no reason not to. Lots of your friends were gathered around talking or playing beer pong or getting food. Bucky arrived around 15 mins ago but he was dressed in his regular long sleeve red henley and dark wash jeans. With a quick kiss on the check as a hi he asked if he could change upstairs as he was walking towards the stairs. You chuckle softly at his hastiness and fake roll your eyes at the man. “Well sure go right ahead then baby.” You watch his figure retreat up the stairs, possibly checking his ass out as he goes.

You were already in your costume naturally, you were ready before all the guests arrived. You were dressed as a fairy, well a slightly slutty and dark fairy. Red torn up wings strapped to your back, red short flowy dress, harnesses wrapped around your body and black lacey thigh highs. You were certain bucky hadn’t taken time to take in your appearance because otherwise he’d be all over you.

After some time he began coming down, you just happened to be at the bottom of the stairs as he walked down. He was practically strutting down the steps, his combat boots making a thud.

He wore a tight dark grey heathered tight shirt in place of his long sleeve and his hair was a mess held tidy with gel. Keeping his dark wash jeans that are now held up with a leather belt with a thick silver buckle, a heavy black leather jacket tight around his chest and arms. Hanging at his side in his hand was a dark red biker helmet with black details. He was dressed as a biker, his costume was a biker and you thought your legs were about to collapse under you. He looked so hot that they started to just as he reached the bottom, grabbing onto your hip to hold you up. “Woah you alright there, little-“ he didn’t know just what you were yet til he did a quick scan up and down of your body. His eyes darkened with lust as he licked his lips, “little fairy” his voice even dropped an octave as his grip tightened.

“Can we please go back upstairs, please baby” your voice came up much more meek and whiny then intended. “But what about your party princess?” He chuckled and scans the room behind you with all your friends having the time of their lives. “Well maybe they won’t miss us too much” he smirked and grabbed your hand dragging you up the stairs to your bedroom.

“How about you show me just how needy you are for me princess and rub this pretty pussy on my thigh like you love alright baby?” He cooed with an evil smirk as he plants your butt on his thigh. The skirt to your dress rode up as bucky slid his hands up your thighs to your waist. His metal hand sent shivers down your spine, it was always freezing. With his hands gripping your hips, he begins rocking them.

Even the light stimulation through the thin fabric of your black panties was making you whine, you needed more. “James..” you whine as he starts bouncing his leg adding more pleasure, as well as pressing your hips down more onto his jean clad thigh. The rough denim felt so good. “There’s my needy slut, just couldn’t help getting wet when you saw me dressed up huh?” You nodded helplessly with a whimper as with a bounce of his knee jolting you forward a bit, your cilt ruts against his thigh.

“Look at that wet patch on my thigh princess, you've soaked right through these thin little things.” With one swift pull and the man ripped your panties off your body. Your bare cilt now rutting on his thigh.

“Ahh there it is, that little button that drives you mad baby, right where a whore like you needed attention right?” His eyes were glued to your hips rocking desperately on his leg. “Such a needy baby all the time” he chuckled and grabbed a hold of your chin with his vibranium hand. His grip was so strong you couldn’t move your face away. instead of staring into his deep dark eyes that were undressing you, you shut yours tightly. “Nooo look at me slut” he squeezed your face and guided your hips just right insync with his knee bounce and kept gliding your cilt on the rough spot on his jeans. A short wanton moan escapes your throat and your eyes shoot open.

“God, you couldn’t even wait til your own party was over, needy little whore. All for me” he growled with a huge smile on his face. He loved reducing you to a moaning, whimpering needy mess from a simple look. He definitely chose a good costume.

→ a/n: i am determined to finish kinktober this month!!!

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lipglossanon · 8 months

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*chants* brain rot, brain rot, brain rot

dark stepdaddy leon and reader going halloween costume shopping after the Mom thing (maybe not but for plot we’ll say sure) they pick out respective costumes but then Leon sees a slutty red riding hood costume (a two piece perhaps?) and readers eyes light up just so excited to see the way Leon reacts to her in it and she convinces him to dress up as wolf, (can the wolf costume be a shitty wolf ear headband and RE4 remake Leon’s outfit?) i feel like he’s not ~super~ into the costume thing but is ~super~ into making you wet, ya know? so it’s halloween and he’s planned a little date, *aggressively whispers* corn maze 🤭, you get dressed up in the costume and thigh high fishnets with boots to match and he meets you in the living room and (like all of us) reader absolutely looses it over the harness and the gloves and tactical pants just all of it especially with the wolf ears because- he’s too old for this shit- but wants to make you happy and that outweighs everything,,,, so he’s ABSOLUTELY not restraining himself, no mom, no one who knows you’re his daughter or stepdaughter just Horny™️ all the time. to be safe he takes you to a little farm outside the city or town you live in and he buys you treats all that cutesy shit but i know we all want porn so-

he’s been feeling you up, cokwarming you on the hayride (because it’s dark and if i write it that no one noticed, then no one noticed 🤫) so you’re all hazy from arousal and just holding your stepdads hand following him like a lost puppy 🤭 when he sees the “free maze now until - idk pick a day” so he takes you over to the pumpkin patch next to the maze and stands behind you arms around your waist, dick ~not~ pressed into your lower back 😉 asking you if you wanted to play a little game, so you nod and he says “i’ll go in the maze after you and if you get out before i catch you we do it in the car, if i catch you i’m gonna take what’s mine” while he’s basically growling in your ear so you set off purposefully getting lost in a back corner of the maze and just sit and wait for him which he thinks is absolutely fucking adorable that you just want your stepdaddy’s dick so bad you’re just gonna wait in a public place for him rail you. he kicks your legs apart and you whisper “daddy” making him kneel between your legs and hold your chin asking you “what baby?” and all you can muster is a weak little “make it hurt”, and give him puppy dog eyes while touching the knife (everyone thought it was fake which is why no one thought to say anything because halloween, also plot and porn- mostly porn) his eyes light up when he realizes what you mean but he still asks “do you want me to cut you?” while dragging the knife across your jaw absolutely gnawing at the bars of what little self restraint he has when you nod and ask, “cut your name into my legs daddy so everybody knows i’m yours 🥺” and he just looses it. slams you face first into the dirt, hand on your lower back dragging the non sharp edge of blade against your slit through your panties making you wriggle but he just spanks you and tells you to behave and you do because the pleasure outweighs the pain of carving “daddy’s slut” on the back of your thighs (like a word per thigh) and he takes a picture to show you and you get all whiny because you wanted his name so you pull down the hem of your panties (or two piece costume and no panties? just spreading your pussy with a knife like he’s buttering toast?) and ask him to put in there right below your abdomen,,,,,, i need to be stopped this is too long already 🫣

- 💀

(okay fine, you’re all cut up he didn’t fuck you because you got ballsy and when he was done cutting you you bolted through the corn maze and he was right behind you, you got in trouble and he took you back to the car and drove into a little cemetery not far from the farm and he basically shoves you into the back of the car where the seats are already down so it’s like a little bed and he’s in between your legs and is holding a lighter to one of the rings he’s wearing and laughs while you scream from him branding your inner thigh, making you practically cum on the spot but instead you just have an orgasm but he can’t leave it at that so once he’s branded you in a few spots he’s shoving your fingers into your cunt making you while and hump your hand begging for it be him instead which he declines saying you’ve been ~so~ bad running from daddy and he just needs to teach you a lesson so he continues to fuck you with your own hand until you almost cum, pulling them out and sucking on them while holding your stare when feel rather than notice him pull the knife out and cut the top of your costume groping you and holding the knife to your throat while he humps you with his pants still on, making you stain his pants from how wet you are (my brain decided no panties with a two piece costume apparently lol) he finally gets his fill of groping and sucking on you before he’s bottoming out in your pussy, squelching noises filling the car while he coos “such a naughty little girl for daddy tonight, huh?” while you nod too overstimulated to know if it hurts anymore just wanting to make him feel good 🥵 i am stopping myself before this becomes a literal fic in your inbox lmao sorry it’s so much i just wanted to share <33333)

Never apologize 💀 anon! You can send a whole ass fic in my inbox 🤣

AGSJFL but I have no words 😩 this was so hot!! And Leon being ‘so here’s my costume🙄 is so on the money lmao. Ugh yes 👏 his RE4 outfit would have me on my knees in a heartbeat. Even better is he has the jacket cause it’s cold in the fall and at some point he takes it off and puts it over your shoulders 🤭

Aww no but I love that he’d buy cutesy stuff! 😌 and he totally would, especially since you’re practically wrapped around his bicep to lean on him while cooing about the stuff you like 🤭

And ugh yes having Leon chase you down just to rail your brains out 😵‍💫 😵‍💫

And the rest has me like 🫣 🫣

#ask box #💀 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #dark stepdad!leon s kennedy

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doom-dreaming · 7 months

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Halo 1-3 armor: Very nice. A technological marvel. Sleek. I love it. Iconic. I love it in the anniversary version of halo 2.

Halo 4-5 armor: slutty. Fashion icon. Jokes aside, I don't get the hate for this one. I like it. He looks pretty in it. Yes it is a tad impractical in some cases and a darker shade of green. It just means he's a dark green cicada instead of a leaf green one.

Infinite: Honestly, it's probably my favorite one. The design is heavily inspired from the halo trilogy with a modern touch to it. Very Green compared to halo 4 and 5. I love the marks and damage it has on it— the details.

Oh cool, an excuse to look at pictures of him. I do genuinely think it's neat to look at all the designs side-by-side and see what they kept and what they changed, so let's do that. :)

Original CE graphics next to the Anniversary remaster. Not a drastic change, same basic shape, just more detail, which makes sense. I do like the addition of the glowy bits (shield generator?) on his chest as well as the ones above his knees.

Halo 2 original graphics (top) vs. Anniversary (bottom; I would have put them side by side but they're not the same size and it decapitated him). Still the same general look as CE, but notably without any glowy/reflective bits (but it looks like whatever those are is still there, above his knees, just matte this time). The chest piece looks more like a breastplate than a roller coaster safety harness. It gives him tits. I love the scuffing and wear and tear they added, especially on his knees and boots. I agree that this is one of my favorite versions of it.

Halo 3 - it looks smoother than the iteration in 2, and that could be to graphical updates, but compare it to the CE look and it's similar, like they rounded off some of the sharp edges. They sanded my boy. Also, we see the return of the shiny above-knee strips. Still none on the chestplate though. Less noticeable scuffing and damage here, too.

Halo 4, where 343 Industries took over and things got wild. The undersuit has texture now. The fingers have actual plating on them. The shape is still roughly the same, it's the classic Mjolnir silhouette, but each section has a crazy amount of detail and kibble added to it. They really embellished - where a lot of the original trilogy designs had solid metal, they've added buckles and screws and things I don't know how to describe in writing that give it a lot more visual interest. Like you said, the designs in 1 - 3 were very sleek, the design here looks like a lot of moving parts. Also, the color is closer to the muted green in Halo 3 (or at least that specific picture), which is interesting. And note the removal of the Shiny Strips altogether. I'm like you, I don't get the hate for this one, I think it looks cool.

In Halo 5, we've gotten sleeker again! And a little greener. A lot of the gray parts of the Halo 4 design have been turned dark green for this one. The undersuit has also lost its very specific bumpy texture for something a little smoother? The coloring on this one is weird to me and I'm just now noticing it, but there are some places that look like they shouldn't be green or black. Like his shoulders? That looks like undersuit texture, shouldn't that be black? And it looks like they filled in the little crop top portion in the 4 design (not really visible in the photo I used here, oops) but it still looks more like undersuit than armor, so I'm not sure what the goal was here. I do think the random stripes of red are a fun touch and...do we have the return of Shiny Thigh Strips once again? Hard to say. Notably NO battle damage in this one, dude looks like a pristine action figure.

Halo Infinite - this is definitely a callback to the original trilogy design, they even brought the bolts/screws on the boots and hands back. To me, it looks VERY similar to the H2A design, which is a Good Thing. But oh god, they turned up the saturation on the green. This is the greenest he's ever been. And we have the Shiny Strips (even though they're not shiny?) on the legs again! Not on the chest, but they've added a pair to his lower legs. And we've got battle damage again! Yay! To me, this is a best-of-both-worlds compromise between the original design(s) and the level of detail in 4 and 5. I just wish they hadn't gone SO green with it. I also wish they'd kept the actual armor on his fingers. And I don't know if it's just this specific render, but it looks more like plastic than metal to me? Which is an interesting design choice if it was an intentional one.

#halo #master chief #john 117 #halo reference #yeah i can tag my own post as a reference that's fine

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smallestapplin · 1 year

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May I have headcannons for more Alpha! Grimsley? Like sfw stuff for his omega? And what about nsfw when his omega is in heat? I cant stop thinking about alpha grimsley non-stop since reading ur post.

Finally, I can pop off. I love you for giving me an excuse to be like this.

- Grimsley is loving in his own way, he’s like a black car boyfriend, he wants affection on his own terms, but wants you drowning in his scent.

- Speaking of scent, once you get passed his expensive cologne, his scent is deep and rich, like a deep red wine, a spice of ginger, and amber, it’s a thick scent, one that lures you in.

- He’s very slow getting into a relationship with you, he’s not what most think when they hear ‘alpha’ but he doesn’t really care. At first he thinks your interest in him is purely for mating, which he isn’t totally again, but he’s more surprised when you actually want to get to know him.

- Grimsley isn’t aggressive, or entirely protective, but he can be, and can be very possessive. He doesn’t like it when other’s ignore the scent coating you, and try to shoot their shot anyway.

- He’s always touching you, with an arm around your waist or hips, even letting you wear his scarf. He sasses those who try to get to you, and if that doesn’t work, he’s not afraid to snarl and show why he’s your mate.

- He’s still very much a menace to you, holding thing out of your reach, just so he can ask for a kiss.

- No matter how long you two are together he still flirts with you, like laying it on THICK.

- New people will confuse him for an omega, just because of how much you two are on each other and your scent rubs off on him. He can’t help that he loves his mate so much!

- Very attentive, especially during your heats, he will stock up in nesting material, food, snacks, water bottles, he gets a mini fridge and puts it in your shared bedroom, just for easier access to it.

- Blanket thief, especially if it smells like you, and he often sleeps on your side of the bed too, just to have more of your scent, so you may have to boot him from it. He can’t help it, your scent is so soothing and comforting to him.

- Acts like you’re the clingy affectionate one, when in reality this man falls into your lap, demanding your constant attention and love.

-🔞

- 🔞NSFW! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🔞

-🔞 18+ ONLY!🔞 (blood mentioned, but not at all described.)

- massive tease, he loves edging you, mostly so he can taste you longer, but he will overstimulate you if you cum before he allows it. It’s a win win in his book either.

- He’s not lying when he says your scent is intoxicating, as he offers to do laundry a lot, just to take deep sniffs of your dirty underwear. He also does this when he’s between your legs, going down on you. He will take the deepest inhale of your sex before slowly dragging his tongue over it.

- Your heats are his favorite things to deal with, just the smell of it has him losing his mind. And Grimsley loves taking care of you during them, fucking you stupid and full, just to watch his spent drip out of your quivering hole.

- Even when he fucks his knot into you, he will still grind deep inside you, just to make you cum and milk him more.

- You will not be leaving your nest without every inch of your skin covered in his mating marks. Your neck, chest, thighs, especially your inner thighs, will be covered in hickies and bite marks.

- Loves it when you mark him back, he’s scratch him! Bite him! Draw blood! He wants more, he wants all of it.

- He’s your mate as much as you’re his.

- Degrades you, but always calls you ‘his’ first.

“Fuck…mmm, look at my slutty mate, all spread for me.”

Grimsley smirks, cooing at your blissed out form, as you try to grind back against him. His blue eyes nearly glowing with desire.

“My good little whore! Such a good mate I have.”

Your loud whines go right to his cock. He’s sure this is exactly how both of you were suppose to be.

“You were made for me, made to take my knot- fuck!” Grimsley growls, tossing his head back as your hole clenches around him.

“P-pleease! Fuck me, want- want your cock, fill me! C-can’t take it anymore!” Tears roll down your cheeks, feeling your mate push his cock deeper into your already cumfilled hole.

“So greedy, but who am I to deny?”

Your heat is certainly one of his favorite things.

Next to you smothering him with your kisses, but that will be for later.

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞#mdni #pokemon smut #pokemon x reader smut #omegaverse #omegaverse smut #pokemon grimsley smut #pokemon grimsley x reader smut #pokemon omegaverse

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evita-shelby · 1 year

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Prove it

Version of my only other Namor x reader one shot with the dialogue in English.(spanish dialogue)

Gif by @unicornspwnall

You weren’t born yesterday.

There was no possible way for this fucking historical hotel was truly haunted.

There was no cool poltergeist, no ghost ladies giggling in the floral room where the hacienda’s owner’s daughter died suddenly in the eighties, and there was no fucking way there were Mayan Warriors with blue skin led by fucking K’uk’ulkan himself to pay homage to the big rock in the garden.

That had to be some idiot they had hired from town.

You bet your shitty paycheck you knew that dumbass in the slutty green shorts.

“How much are the paying you to do this bullshit every December?” you ask as the man stares at you in horror.

“What?” the man asks before cursing you in Yucatec Mayan, an older type with like no Spanish in it whatsoever.

But it’s still the same language, so you insult him back, which makes it worse.

Especially when you slip back into Spanish and he acts like you just spat in his face.

“This is my mother’s sacred grave!” he shouts at you in Spanish, but you don’t buy it. He is too real looking to be a ghost, that vein popping out on his forehead and the way he gets close enough for you to feel the warmth of a human being lecturing you on your rudeness.

“Yes, I know that is the grave of a woman, but I seriously doubt a woman in the 16th century has a , I don’t know, thirty year old son in the year 2020.” You cross your arms and stand your ground.

Would he be offended if you ask him out for drinks at the shitty hotel cantina once you two get over this?

“And if I told you I am over five hundred years old?” he continues with the farce, and you wonder if its worth it to have another wannabe actor fuck buddy here.

“I’d say you look pretty fit for a five-hundred-year-old geezer, but I’d sooner believe that you get five hundred pesos to show up in such little clothing every fucking winter.” You answer with a scoff, five hundred pesos was a shit rate, that was barely fifty dollars. The cute girl from the local University got paid twice that to do her fake shaman tarot reader bullshit every month.

This fucker should ask Rigo the Owner for more.

He laughs, a slightly bitter thing that tells you he is this close to just killing you outright.

He is handsome, you give him that. And well endowed, which is probably why Rigo’s slutty much younger wife chose him.

The feathers and his outfit look legit, too real, especially the fake jade jewelry. You had to hand it to him, the nose plug and the earrings looked pretty fucking good.

“I would kill you, but I wouldn’t dishonor my mother’s grave with the blood of an idiot who can’t see the difference between a human man and the god, K’uk’ulkan!” he exclaims and you think he may be right.

If the Norse had sexy Thor and whatever his goth brother was, if the Americans can defrost Captain America like frozen meat, maybe, just maybe the weirdo standing here was the Serpent God of Mesoamerica.

Could explain why he looked the same in all the photos since cameras were invented.

Could the man you’ve infuriated so much that he stands there breathing hard and clenching his fists to avoid hitting you be the god, K’uk’ulkan?

“If you really are a god… then prove it.” You say goading him into proving he was fraud. If he is a fraud, he will do anything to make you forget it, like kiss you in anger and get the two of you fired for hate fucking where some of the guests can see you.

You hope he is a fraud; it has been so long since you’ve had a good fuck.

He smiles, one that makes you shake in your metaphorical boots, as he took you by the waist and flew with the weird little wings on his ankles.

“Holy fuck.” You utter as he flies you to the beach.

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ch. xviii - it's gonna be slutty

hybrid!san × human!reader

tw : explicit sex; unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, risky behaviour

buy me coffee ?

everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?

You never knew how much of a big deal it would be for you to experience your first halloween as a career woman. And you never knew how much of a headache it was.

Usually, you'd be ready at 4 pm, pre-gaming with one of your best friends, whichever is least busy at the time (so not Hongjoong). But you found yourself changing out of your work clothes into your costume (which you had to admit was a lingerie corset top that you paired with black leather pants and boots for convenience) in your office lobby's bathroom and then having to skitter out to avoid being recognized.

But it was all worth it as not even an hour later you found yourself downing an erotically named shot of alcohol you got from a random patron. For the third time that night.

"God, having bobs must be amazing," Hongjoong said as he stared straight at your boobs. Seonghwa smacked him on his shoulder but Hongjoong just waved him off whilst maintaining eye contact with your boobs as if they were in a staring battle. You rolled your eyes at him but smirked cockily because his statement was fair. "What made you say that my dear dear friend Kim Hongjoong?" you asked in faux innocence. His left eyebrows raised at the tone of your voice as he prepared his answer, "The fact that you can use them as currency at a bar and especially on drunkard's holidays while Seonghwa, Jongho, and I have to whip out our wallets," he stated. Jongho leaned down to talk directly in your ears after he heard Hongjoong's answer, "I thought he was gonna say we'd have to whip out our dicks because I'm pretty sure that'll get us kicked out instead," he joked which made you almost choke on your drink.

To escape the boob conversation, Seonghwa ushered Hongjoong and Jongho away to the toilet so they could relieve themselves before it got dirty(er).

You nursed your now empty shot glass in your hand, twirling the leftover liquid around, seeing how it catches the light. There were no specific thoughts in your head other than the realization of how good it felt to drink after a day of hard work, it felt like a reward you deserved.

"I hope you remember that you're still working tomorrow,"

It was like an automatic response. You weren't even surprised that you immediately recognized the voice even in such a crowded place. That voice has become the trigger to a lot of negative feelings to the point that your first response was to sigh. You turned slightly around to give your boss a tight-lipped smile, "Thanks boss, but I can handle a little poison from time to time," you sarcastically said. "I'm just trying to look out for you because you seem like you're here alone," he sighed, taking a step closer to you to lean on the bar near you. You let out a slow sigh, preparing yourself mentally to converse with San, "Well I'm not. My friends went to the toilet and I didn't want to join them because I don't plan on seeing men peeing in a line. I saw Mingi earlier so.. I'm guessing you're here with your friends too." San pursed his lips and nodded slowly. He then pointed at the VIP section with his thumb, "Wooyoung wanted to get together with some of his other friends," San stated.

Much to your disappointment, San, dressed in his three-piece suit, sat down on the empty bar stool next to you. You had to use all your strength to not roll your eyes at him and remain neutral. It was a festive night for fuck's sake, you'll be damned if you're going to spend it whilst pouting. No way. So you decided to play nice with the man next to you. Worse comes to worst, you'll buy him a drink with an extra something in it. Most likely your spit. If he pisses you off, bar top cocktail.

"What are you supposed to be, though?" You asked, eyeing his... Not costume. He blinked for a second, looking down at his outfit in confusion, "Well... Christian Grey?" he answered sheepishly but in a questioning tone and you couldn't help but scoff at his pathetic attempt at... Whatever he was trying to do. Honest to God, you don't know this man anymore and you couldn't understand him.

Deciding that maybe you should stop talking about his abysmal costume, you decided to steer the interaction somewhere else. Thinking, you knocked your shot glass twice before shooting him a question. "Want a blowjob?" you asked him with a straight face. San almost choked on his own spit as his eyes widened and red rushes to his ears. He began sputtering like an idiot, not knowing how to respond to your offer. It wasn't until a bartender came to give you a shot glass with whipped cream on top and you placed it in front of him that you finally cracked a smirk, "Kahlua, Bailey's and whipped cream, I present to you: The Blowjob." San stared at the shot glass in front of him for a solid ten seconds before looking up at you slowly with a scowl on his face. At that look, you couldn't help but laugh at him genuinely because you found it too funny. "I'm sorry, I just had to," you said in between laughter. Usually, San would hate if people laugh at him, but seeing you looser like this (maybe because you both were not in the office and maybe it's because the alcohol is taking its relaxing effect on you), San only felt his heart thrumming in his chest lightly, like a happy little patter. He even managed to take drink the shot you got him and much to his surprise, he didn't hate it. Soon enough, you both found yourselves downing three more shots each, trying different dirty named shots and even ranking them.

When the music changed, your eyes widened in recognition and you immediately jumped out of your seat, "I love this song, I'm gonna dance," you told him before running off. You barely took a step away when San took your hand in his and stared at you worriedly, "By yourself?" You rolled your eyes at him because he was trying to act all protective when you think he shouldn't have which is annoying. "It's a dance floor, San, not a mosh pit. You should join in too, let loose," you simply said before pulling your hand out of his grasp. Once again, he felt his heart clench as he lost physical contact with you. His eyes followed your figure and while you weren't far, he was still worried. San wanted to join you to make sure you were okay, but he didn't want to make it seem like he was trying to play a protective character. He hesitated for a moment but soon his hesitance melted away completely when he saw a slimy-looking guy approach you from the back with his crotch swivelling and smirk etched permanently on his face, eyes zeroing in on you like a hungry hungry predator. San felt something burning inside of him and his chest vibrating as he was growling without even realizing what he was growling. At the speed of light, San found himself zooming towards you who were swaying to the beat of the song in utter bliss, not knowing what's going on. He immediately slot himself behind you, glaring and baring his teeth at the guy, making sure he understood that he and his advances are not wanted. Luckily, the guy was easily intimidated in his drunken stupor as he immediately waddled away to bother someone else without a half-hybrid ex-boyfriend protecting them.

San was pulled out of his thought when he felt your arms reached back, one hooked around his neck, caressing the short hair at the back, and the other resting on the side of his left thigh. He stiffened up almost immediately, not knowing what to do as he didn't expect you to do that. Well, did you even know that it was him you were being touchy with?

His question was soon answered however when you leaned your head back and stared up at him. Your eyes flicker in surprise momentarily and San was fully expecting you to push him away but instead, you turned to look at him with a hand on his chest, keeping him at an arm's length. "Guess you're not as rigid as I thought you'd be," you smirked, slowly resuming your swaying. San felt his heart quicken seeing you in such a state; maintaining eye contact with him while the light made you look like a glowing seductress. Years passed and yet you still affect him so much. Usually, San didn't like how much you affected him, how you made him feel again. He was so used to being numb and having you around trigger feelings in him and it usually made him uncomfortable. But this time, with you like this, he felt butterflies and warmth spreading in his body.

San rolled his eyes at your remark, "Are you calling me soft?" he scoffed. You shrugged at him whilst changing your moves to be a little more prominent, your body rolling close to his every so often and it was so close that San could just pull you completely against him. "I don't know, am I?" you smirked, taunting him. San's eyes immediately darken, his pupils dilated as the warmth in his body grew to a fire. To your surprise, San leaned down whilst simultaneously pulling you against him, making you gasp slightly, "You don't know how... Rigid... I can be," he growled right into your ears. Your eyes rolled back at the sound of his honey voice and the vibration in his chest.

Right at that moment, with the alcohol clouding your judgement, the dark ambience, and San saying the right things, you decided to throw caution to the winds and let your mouth loose. "Actually, I do know, " you started, right leg slowly slotting itself on San's left hip, causing him to instinctively held it up so your crotches were on each other, "And I also know that you didn't bring me to orgasm last time," you poked. Usually, San would get upset whenever someone brought up his accident, but this time it felt different.

Before you know it, San was hauling you away to the bar, slapping some cash on the counter, and calling for the bartender. Initially, you thought you had upset San by bringing up the past, you thought he was angry. "San, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" you were unfortunately cut off by San pulling you into him by the back of your neck, forcing your faces so close to each other that you could taste the sweetness of the liqueur he downed on his breath, "I'm finishing what I started five years ago," he declared confidently.

His words penetrated your mind deeply as suddenly everything became a blur. You remembered San closing the tab you and he made and you looking around for your friends and only managing to catch glimpses of them here and there, you didn't even remember checking out your coats. It wasn't until you heard San telling the driver that he'll give him double the fare to punch it that you realized you were in a taxi. "No, let's just go to my place, it's closer than yours," you blurted out once your brain has re-synced with reality. San smirked at your eagerness and nodded at the taxi driver as a signal for him to go. Once the car began moving, San pulled your body close to his as he ducked his face to start peppering kisses around the skin of your neck and collarbone, "You're a horny, desperate whore, aren't you?" he chuckled darkly, seemingly taking pride in your state. You bit your bottom lip to hold back a groan, not wanting the driver to hear what you were both doing in the back despite being sure that he DEFINITELY knows what was going on.

As San preoccupy himself with marking your skin with his sharp teeth and incessant sucking of his lips, your hands found purchase on his person; one hang was enjoying the feeling of the hair on the back of his head grazing against the skin of your palm as the other slip into his coat to clutch at his suit jacket. Out of the corner of his eyes, San was watching how your body reacted to him, to his touch, to his work on you. It pleased him to feel your chest heaving, your breath stuttering at the feeling of his mouth teasing the perfect spot, your thighs rubbing together to both create friction and hold yourself from completely jumping his bones in a car that belongs to neither of you. San loved the sound you were making and the scent of your increasing arousal was just addictive to him. All he could think of his how much he wants more of it. More of you.

A gasp escape your lips before you could even stop yourself when you felt San's hand slipping between your legs, thumb slowly rubbing against your clit. The pressure felt enthralling and adding to the fact that you were so close to getting what you want but you have your clothes getting in the way, it just made your pleasure even more pleasurable, it made you desperate. San's lips vibrated with his laughter when he saw you throwing your head back in embarrassment after your slip up, "Pathetic," he stated, catching your attention, "You're so horny that a little stimulation riled you up this bad. You ARE just a horny horny bunny, aren't you?" he taunted. Your bottom lip quivered, wanting to answer him but the stimulation in your pussy made it impossible for you to string a coherent response. Seeing this, San didn't let your mind do much as he moved faster with his finger and his lips traveled up to nip at your earlobe.

Just as you were about to tell San to just rip the crotch of your pants, the cab stopped and the driver announced (rather uncomfortably) that you both had arrived. Both you and San moved at the speed of light; you got out of the car and him paying the driver carelessly, handing him some bills without looking and telling him to keep the change. You quickly pulled San to your apartment building, throwing a simple "hi" at the security guard as you and him scurry away as if you both were on fire. As you got into the elevator, you made haste and took off your coat and proceeded to push San's off of his body. Thankfully, the elevator arrived at your floor before you decided to just strip naked in a public area.

It felt like a race between you, your libido, and your patience. You desperately needed to get fucked and the buzz from the alcohol only allowed you to focus on that. You didn't even have the patience to make sure that San was right behind you (which thankfully he was) and you only acknowledged his presence when you were inputting your code into the keypad of your lock. He had pressed himself so close to you, you swore you could feel the warmth of his dick from his dress pants pressing against your ass. His hands were roaming around your body as his teeth busied themselves with tugging at the shell of your ear.

As soon as your door opened, you and San stumbled inside, taking off your shoes in the process. While San was slower with his moves, what with having to lean down to take off his shoes and put them away properly, you on the other hand had expertly taken off your boots and simply thrown them away somewhere you couldn't care less. When San was finally able to store his shoes away, he came to find you only in your corset top, bunny ears, and panties, your pants, your coat, his coat that you had yanked off from the taxi, and bag had been thrown away haphazardly around the place but you didn't seem like you were even thinking about them. You were looking at him, slightly heaving, but with a lust-filled look. San stood off not far from where you were with a smug look on his face; a smirk adorning his sharp features followed by a chuckle that made your spine tingle and core ache. "You really are an impatient whore, aren't you? You've even made sure you're fuck ready," he said, pointing at your panties that matched your corset. You rolled your eyes at him as you slowly took several steps back, closer and closer to your room, "Of course, I WAS planning on getting absolutely fucked out of my mind by anyone." It seemed that San didn't like your words as his face dropped to a scowl and he immediately rip his tie and suit jacket off, leaving the tie in his grip as he stalked closer to you. "So you were about to seek release from anyone willing? Carelessly?" he growled which made you smirk. "Yes, you were not even on my choice list. I actually had my eyes on a guy in the dance floor but you were just so easy to get," you taunted, lying in the process about the other guy just to see what San might do.

With a last huff, San dashed forward to grab at your body with a firm yet careful grip. He pushed you into your dark room, not caring about the darkness and before your body hit your bed, San set his eyes on yours with a menacing glare that only made your pussy throb, "I'll make you fucking forget that guy."

All of a sudden, you found yourself bouncing off your bed and San pouncing on top of you, careful to not crush you but close enough that you could feel San's breath and his hand moving to unbutton his shirt. His chest rumbled as he let out a chuckle, eyeing you in your position under him, "Oh, I'm going to have so much fun," he said. San quickly pulled your arms above your head to tie them together with his tie. The knot didn't seem professional but it was tight enough that you weren't able to completely get away but you knew that if you tried hard enough, you could break free. But what's the fun in that?

You were about to taunt him when you felt the fabric of your panties ripping and the air hit your naked core. You gasped when San's hand made contact with your pussy as he delivered a slap to it. "Hey! You ruined my sexy pair!" You whined, trying to bite your moan down when he placed his thumb directly on your pussy lips. San flitted his eyes to you momentarily before returning his gaze directly at your pussy, making you momentarily shy which caused you to try to close your legs. However, San wouldn't let you as his strong hands placed themselves on your knees and spread them open widely.

From your knees, San's hands carefully and steadily travel down to rest at the junction of your thighs, his thumbs going back to your pussy lips to spread them open gently to expose more of you to him. You felt your breath hitch as you watched his moves, realizing that it felt familiarly intimate. With one last look, San let out a warning, "Don't cum yet."

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head once San began eating you out like a madman, The way his tongue lapped at your flowing juices suggested obsession and addiction over hunger. The scent you exude overpowered San's senses and this was even more than what he expected when he had his taste of you in the cab. The moans you let out when his lips nibbled your little bundle of nerve, every sharp breath and every high-pitched noise made San's dick twitch. All he wanted was to have you, claim you as his, he wanted you as a whole so he didn't have to part with the feeling he was having. Out of all the feelings you had ever given him, this was his favourite.

You on the other hand were a moaning mess. Out of your own pleasure, you reached down to grip San's hair despite your hands being tied together. But as your fingers made contact with San;s hair, he snapped his head up, detaching his lips from your cunt which made you whine in protest. "Keep your hands where I left them, slut and if you disobey me again, I won't let you cum at all tonight," he growled, glaring at you with so much authority and demand that it made your heart skip a beat. With eyes widened, you nodded in obedience before lifting you arms up again, trying your damn best to eep them there as to not piss San off. Although he seemed to be perfectly fine with your hips moving on their own accords, grinding against his face, smearing your arousal on his chin. You were sure that you were dripping at this point but San didn't seem too care much. Heck, if you could read his mind, you'd notice that he in fact wish he could drown in it. When you peeked down at him, you noticed that San seemed to be enjoying himself just as much as (or even more than) you. Whilst feasting on your cunt, he was humping your bed simultaneously. His hips gyrating and swivelling as he pressed down on the soft mattress to seek pleasure.

Your thoughts broke when San sat up abruptly to yank his pants off. You stared at him slowly baring his glorious, naked self in front of you. But nothing could prepare you when you finally see his cock once again. When he let his penis free from its confinement, slapping on his stomach in its rigid glory, you couldn't help but bit your bottom lip and let your legs spread even wider invitingly. The lines of his toned body accentuate every curve he has and even through the darkness, you were able to appreciate his beauty. He, who has become more mature and more beautiful over the years and you yearn for him. Or at least, you yearn for his body.

"I have to have you," San said as he slowly crawled back on top of you, one hand on his dick, working himself a little more as he prepared to enter you. As he moved, the light from your living room managed to catch his form and there you saw a sheen on the tip of his dick. You exhaled shakily, feeling the need to have him in your mouth so you could have a taste. But the throbbing in your pussy said that it needs San inside it, it wants to have his cum inside it and it wants every last drop. You licked your bottom lip and intentionally let out a pornographically pathetic-sounding whine that made San's cock twitch, "Then fucking have me, San. Make me finally cum after five years of waiting."

In a blink of an eye, San had pressed his tip at your entrance. It was surprisingly heavier than you remember and the pressure alone was already giving you stimulation. "San," you called out to him, eyes meeting his that has been looking at you the whole time. "Please," you pleaded, eyes glistening from being overwhelmed with pleasure. It was all it take for San to crash his lips on yours, melding them together as he pushed in. You were sure you were squealing into San's mouth when you finally feel his whole length and girth entering you at a painstakingly slow pace. You could feel every ridge of his cock from the smooth head down to the bumps of the vein decorating it. It wasn't an exaggeration when you say you could draw San's penis precisely from just having him inside your pussy. It felt like forever before you could finally feel his hips meeting yours before you felt the tip of it pressing onto your cervix. As your chest heaved at the feeling, San's eyes rolled back as he let a shuddered exhale of his breath and his arms give out momentarily, letting his body experience the overwhelming comfort of your warmth around him, not realizing that with him filling you perfectly, the weight of his body completely enveloping you was turning your brain into mush.

It was you who made the first move, hips lifting upwards to create some friction inside you. The more you move, the more you crave. But with San's body weight on top of you and your arms being tied above your head, you couldn't do as much as you want. "San, please," you whined out of frustration, "Please, I need you to fuck me!"

Slowly, you could feel San starting to move. His hips began rutting into you as his arms slowly anchored his body all the while his lips found purchase on your chest, peppering kisses on the skin and occasionally leaving marks and a trail of saliva in random paterns. As much as he wanted to take your corset off, your pussy was incapacitating his brain.

Moans started leaving your mouth when San began picking up the pace of his hips. With his body no longer anchoring you down (much to your disappointment), San was able to move more freely. The initial grinding turned into his penis dragging in and out of your pussy so deliciously. "O-oh fu- fuck," you gasped when San angled his hips slightly as he thrust in, accidentally hitting the spot in you that made your spine tingle. "Again, please," you begged, eyes closing to bask in the pleasure he was giving you. Just as your eyelids closed, San clicked his tongue and grabbed your chin, forcing you to open your eyes again. "You better keep your eyes open, I want you to see me making my mark in your pussy," he demanded. His words sent a wave of pleasurable shock into your pussy and he could tell that you were affected by his words from the way your pussy immediately clench.

Much to your surprise and disappointment, San slipped himself out of you. You gasped in annoyance and were about to give him a piece of your mind when he pushed you up and back against your headboard, arms were uselessly thrown up. His hands firmly pushed your legs open and up against you as if he was folding you in half before hastily reentering you in one fluid movement. The impact was quick, clean, and effective as it caused you to see stars.

San wasted no time in fucking you with his hands anchored on your knees to keep your legs wide open for him. His hips snapped just right and the new position allowed him to reach even deeper in you, much deeper than the deepest "deeper" you thought you had in you. San was thrusting in so ferociously with so much power that you basically turned into a mere ragdoll. Your body was rocking with the impact, head hitting your (thankfully) cushioned headboard as your arms fell onto San's shoulders. The man before you was grunting as he focused on his work, trying to do what he had promised from the beginning.

It was a good thing that San ate you out prior to having him fuck you like such. You knew you would still feel sore the next day, but both your arousal and his truly helped his movements.

Soon enough, you felt the building pleasure slowly reaching its maximum point. At this point, you could even feel the initial taste of your incoming release. "S-San, I- I'm so-o- so close," you managed out, head lolling forward to rest on San's shoulders, eyes shutting tightly to try to focus on the feeling of you slowly tipping over. You couldn't see it, but you felt San nodding, "I'm gonna cum in you," he said, letting you know his plan to which you couldn't complain one bit. San managed shift your legs slightly in a position you couldn't muster for the life of you. Whatever he did, it managed to made you scream in pleasure. You couldn't care less if your neighbours heard you at that point, you were finally getting a quality dick and you deserved it 100%. The sound of you being so loud stroked San's ego as he began hitting you with more force but less frequency. Each hit was precise and served as a tall-tale sign of him wanting to completely feel your release.

Luckily for him, it only took him two more harsh thrusts into you before your pussy gripped onto his dick like a vice, your legs involuntarily closing in and trapping San's body in its place while you experience the most intense and the best release you have ever experienced in your life that it made your toes curl.

San tried to thrust in a couple more times, wanting to feel your tightness around him before he released his load but he wasn't able to. Despite that, he couldn't really complain, not when he could feel you being filled completely to the brim by him. The warmth of his release and your mixing made his cock twitch inside you and the twitch of his cock was enough to make you whine from overstimulation.

The both of you stayed in that position for a bit, unable to do much else other than try to catch your breaths. San was the first one to pull away though. He did it in steps; starting from reaching back to pull his tie off of your arms, allowing them to drop limply to your sides, then his body, allowing more air to be accessible to you, and then finally he pulled his softening dick out of you, making you shudder from the friction. As San dropped to the other side of the bed, you slowly sat up to go to the toilet, trying to fight your fatigue in favour of cleaning yourself before letting sleep take over you.

Despite the darkness of the room, San was able to make out your disappearing figure. When you disappear into the bathroom in your room, one thought dawned on San's head, a thought that made him crack the first genuine smile he gave himself in a long, long while.

He didn't hurt you. You both had sex and he didn't hurt you.

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evren-sadwrn · 5 months

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My top 5 list of the cuntiest most amazing outfits served by John Wick characters(because the costuming team always be serving goddamn). Anyways hear me yap I’m in a party bored out of my mind

spoilers for all movies in the John Wick series, be warned!!

5. Ms. Perkins — John Wick(2014)

Goth as hell, fucking love it. It was SUCH a serve. Everything is black as shit. The leather boots and gloves?? This entire outfit just screams 2014 goth chick and you know what, she slayed it so much. Too bad she doesn’t get quite enough recognition which is utterly heartbreaking💔💔 Those boots are such a slay and that bag too. I remember watching John Wick for the first time and looking at her and going “is that a 2014 tumblr girl.” And knowing the fact it’s canonly set in 2014 just really makes this all so funny and in a way realistic.

4. Marquis de Gramont — John Wick:Chapter 4(2023)

I like to call this outfit the “let them eat cake” fit because he’s French, an aristocrat, and he was eating cake in this scene. They really put Bill “campy horror boyfriend” Skarsgård in high waisted trousers and a slutty waistcoat. The red is so nice in this scene, it really went well with the golden sunlight that the Marquis is often drenched in. And that pocket watch too is just exquisite. His suit is such a breath of fresh air from all the black/dark outfits that stayed constant throughout the movies. Love how all of his suits are literally not tactical at all and just style. Really solidified his character as a spoiled cunt.

3. Akira Shimazu — John Wick Chapter 4(2023)

Rina Sawayama was so good as Akira oh my lord. I was literally lost for words that mother Sawayama came to slay(she could beat the hell out of anyone) and this outfit!!!! I’m such a sucker for tri-color outfits especially when there’s like two colors that are the same/shades and one color that just heavily contrasts it(in a good way). Oh and the battle outfit underneath was also awesome, love how the costuming team also takes into account that almost everyone in the movies are either hitmen or just need to be fighting.

2. Sofia Al-Alzwar — John Wick: Chapter 3 Parabellum(2019)

First off, I love the Cassablanca Continental, its like the best(in my opinion) out of all Continentals seen so far. I love the entire aesthetic of the place and the fact that Sofia absolutely manages to blend in quite well. She matches the decoration of the Hotel. And that sheer black coat combined with the belt of coins(?). Also, that cute pup<33 I love the embroidery on this, I’m such a sucker for embroidery like on her coat.

1. Gianna D’Antonio — John Wick 2

Holy shit!!!!! Mother Gianna D’Antonio!! Slayed her 10 minutes of screen time fr. That sparkly dress underneath her fur coat. Oh and that coat! I love it so much, I’ve been trying to find like something that resembles it. I am genuinely so in love with Gianna’s outfit in her death scene. Despite the sparkles and sequins, it manages to stay classy which is probably because it’s Claudia Gerini. And seriously, her hair too! Everything about this entire fit just makes it amazing. The sparkling dress makes Gianna eye-catching at the party which is what she probably would have wanted. I am so incredibly salty there wasn’t much else to see from her because I just know that she would’ve had better outfits or a better presence if her brother didn’t send John to kill her.

All in all, the costume teams of all movies managed to make such a good set of clothing for the characters. It gives so much life to their characters and the fact their actors managed to understand their characters too makes this all so beautiful to watch. I’m such a fan of costuming in movies and AHHHHH!!!! I truly do believe that outfits help a lot with audiences getting an idea of a character<333

thank you for reading<3

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Kinktober day 3. Bootworship

Strade x gender neutral reader

Trigger warning: kidnapping, dehumanization, noncon/dubcon, google translated German, petplay, collaring and leashes

I looked up at him as he yanked on the leash. The collar around my neck, meant for a large dog and not a human, already starting to leave bruises on my neck. My arms strained as he pulled me against the rope.

"Good little Maus" He pulled more on the leash making it difficult to breathe. "Keep being a good little Maus ok?" His sadistic smile never left his face. He loosened his grip on the leash, causing some of it to fall to the floor. I sigh, having the ability to breathe somewhat normal again.

Suddenly, he stomps on the leash. My head falls almost hitting the floor, my arms straining even more than before. My face is face to face with his boot. I couldn't move, I could only look at it.

"It's been a while since I got my boots cleaned. You wouldn't mind helping me would you?"

"w-what?"

"Let me be more clear Liebling," He got off the leash and crouched down to my level, "Clean. My. Boots."

I look at him confused and scared. What did he mean? I don't know how to clean boots, especially when I'm tied to a damn poll. "H-how?"

He stood back.

"With your mouth."

I look back at his boots. With my mouth? He wants me to clean his bloodstained, and who knows what else is on them, with my mouth?

"Go on"

What do I do? Do I lick his boots, or do I take whatever torture plan he has? I could feel him slightly tug on the leash. Get a disease or die a slow, painful death? Neither sounds fun but one definitely sounds better.

I stick my tongue out and lick the boot. It tasted dusty, metallically, and overall gross. But I didn't stop. I keep licking the toe on his boot.

"Good Maus, good little Maus. Keep going."

I lick the sides of his boot. It doesn't clean them, just makes it wet. I couldn't see his face, I didn't want to see his face. This is embarrassing.

He tugs on the leash causing my head to move away from the boot. I yelp as I get pulled back to look up at him. "You did such a good job, Liebling too bad they'll just have to get dirty again. He moved closer, moving his foot between my legs. "You don't mind helping with that either do you?" He slides it to my crouch.

"Go on little Maus, dirty them." He keeps a tight grip so I can't look away from him. My face goes red with embarrassment. I slowly start to grind on the boot. It felt rough and still damp. But what I hated the most about it, was it felt pleaserful. We just kept making eye contact as I slowly grinded against his boot.

"Look at you, falling apart on my boot. Such a slutty little maus." I felt embarrassed, but soon the feeling went down lower. Making me speed up. I keep grinding like some kind of dog in heat. He grinds at my quiet moans.

I speed up as I feel myself coming undone. It doesn't take long before I cum all over the boot. I stop grinding and just look at him panting.

"Oh what a mess. Clean it up"

#boyfriend to death #kinktober #btd strade #strade

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