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guccybangtan · 4 years
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The Most Dangerous Game - Park JinYoung
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pairing: jinyoung x reader Word Count:3497 Warnings: kind of a crack fic, smut, death/murder; let me know if smths missing a/n: req by @screwyou2020​ hope this is kind of what you were looking for! I tweaked the original ending to leave it open for a part two!  This was my first time writing smut I think so be nice ^.^
let me now what you think!
The club was a normal spot for you and your friends to hit on Friday nights. The seven of you would get all dolled up at one of your places and then go get hammered off of cheap drinks. Some of the times you could find men that were willing to buy you the bottles of Rosé and Henessy. Tonight, you were the one lucky enough to find the man. His name was Jinyoung. He was at the bar with his friends as well, and they were kind enough to invite you and your friends to their booth in the back VIP section of the club. They all seemed to be well mannered enough.
Time began to fly by quicker and quicker as you all had the time of your lives. The boys’ energy was enough to keep you and your friends on the same level. Dancing with Jinyoung on its own was an experience. Boy did this man know how to move his body. It was mesmerizing. He was as fluid as the liquid in your glass.
Not only were his looks captivating, but he had the body of adonis. He could have been a marble sculpture.
The two of you talked briefly between your drink refills and he told you that him and his friends ran one of the most booming companies in Seoul, grossing over 40 billion won in profit a year.
You were hanging with some big dogs that night.
Soon enough, as the clock neared two in the morning, the bar rang the bell for last call. Dancing was able to continue until four, but without the booze it wasn’t as fun. Even though you didn’t necessarily want to leave Jinyoung, you and your girlfriends had decided to call it a night, and make the journey back home.
Jinyoung and his friends walked with you all outside.
“Thank you for being so courteous tonight,’’ you told Jinyoung, “I don't think we’ve had that much fun here since they opened.’’
“It was my pleasure.’’ He responded, pulling you to a halt, “We’ll have to meet up again soon.’’
The smirk that crossed his face could almost be synonymous to sinister. “It seems as if our friends get along quite well also.’’
You glanced to where the five of your friends stood. They were all giggling and practically drooling over the other six boys.
“It does seem that way.’’ You spoke. The silence that grew between the two of you wasn’t uncomfortable. Jinyoung was naturally charismatic, oozing confidence. This was enough to keep things comfortable.
It was so comfortable that when Jinyoung pulled you into his arms and asked you and your friends to accompany them back to the hotel they were staying at all you could do was squeak out a yes.
Dancing with Jinyoung was an entirely different ball game than being pressed into his embrace.
One of Jinyoung’s friends, whom you learned was Jaebum, was quick to call a car to escort you all to their place.
You continued to talk to Jinyoung while you waited for the car to arrive. You let him know that you were studying at the University of Seoul and you were mom to a maltese puppy.
You were quick to learn something else about Jinyoung as well. He liked physical contact. From the moment he pulled you into him he hadn’t released you and continued to hold you while you were talking.
Even when the car had finally pulled up, his hand was there on your hip to guide you into the seat and once you were settled, he placed it over your shoulders, leaning down as you continued to converse.
The ride to the hotel was short, and the way up to their room seemed even shorter. By the time you got to the room, which happened to be a penthouse suite on the top floor, most everyone seemed to be tired, and ready for bed. Your friends had all paired up with one of the boys, but what would you have expected different? You opted to sleep with Jinyoung in his room, but something told you that you would be doing anything but.
As soon as the door was shut it was lips and teeth clashing, both of you wanting to assert dominance over the other. You were practically tripping over each other to make it to the bed where you immediately pushed Jinyoung down and straddled his thighs.
Taking a moment to breathe in the situation, you realized how truly beautiful Jinyoung was. Sure, he had an amazing body, and an ultra charming personality, but his sweet boyish looks entrapped any girl that had yet to fall for him. He looked like the multi-billion dollar man he was but there was also an innocence captured in the softness of his brown irises.
Leaning down once more you captured his lips in a gentle kiss, lacing one of your hands through the hair at the nape of his neck while the other rested firmly against his jaw. His hands found purchase on the soft expanse of your hips, kneading the flesh that rested underneath the lace of your skimpy dress. One of his hands found its way to the zipper of your dress and in one swift movement it was falling from your body.
Sliding off of Jinyoung, you let the black fabric pool at your feet, leaving you in a black lace bra and matching panties. While this whole thing wasn’t planned, it seemed as if the universe was aligning for you.
“Y’know, while I love all this attention, it’s awfully unfair that you’re still fully dressed,’’ You whined, pulling at the button down spread over Jinyoung’s broad shoulders.
“Patience, my sweet girl, is a virtue. A virtue you might find coming in handy soon.’’ Jinyoung laughed, beginning to unbutton his shirt.
As he neared the bottom, he stood up, once again towering over your form. Sliding the shirt off of his shoulders, he took a step toward you.
“I think you know where this is headed.’’ He said, thumb running across your bottom lip.
You nodded, swallowing thickly.
“Good girls get rewarded, but bad girls get punished. Now, why don’t you show me how good of a girl you are?” Jinyoung asked, words punctuated by the sound of his belt unbuckling.
You sank to your knees, hands taking the place of Jinyoungs. You finished unbuttoning his pants, taking a moment to run your hand over the prominent bulge forming in his underwear.
Pulling his pants down far enough to free his throbbing member, you gave a few experimental licks to his red tip. Glancing up at him, his brown eyes were now dark with lust. Sliding his pants the rest of the way down to his ankles, you licked a thick strip up the bottom of his member, right along the throbbing vein, taking his tip into your mouth and sucking. You began to bob your head, pumping what didn’t fit in your mouth with your hand. Groans began to fall from Jinyoung's lips, and his hips began to move, almost of their own accord. It wasn’t long until you felt the tip of his cock in the back of your throat.
“Look at you Y/N,” Jinyoung panted, “you take my cock so well.”
Thrusting harshly into your throat, you did your best to relax your jaw and let the man do what he wanted. You wanted nothing but to please Jinyoung.
It wasn’t long before your nails were digging into his thighs, tears streaming down your face, as you began to choke for oxygen.
“Fuck, I’m close,’’ Jinyoung spoke, pulling himself out of your mouth. “If I come, it’ll be inside you.’’
Jinyoung pulled you up into a kiss, this one rougher than any of the others before it.
“You’re being such a good girl for me Y/N, I think it's time you get some of your reward.’’
Lifting you up, Jinyoung moved back toward the bed, setting you in the center of it.
“Tell me, Y/N. When was the last time a real man touched you like this?” Jinyoung inquired.
You stuttered, shaking your head. All the sex you’ve had previously were shitty drunk flings, honestly much like this. Only they were with the shitty men from the bar and not a billionaire.
“That’s what I thought.’’ He hummed, ripping your panties off.
“I’m gonna eat you out until you can’t remember your name, then I’m gonna fuck you so good all you’ll remember is mine.’’
Let it be known that Jinyoung is a man of his word. He pulled your legs apart, diving right into your clit and sucking. He licked and nipped at your clit, jolts of pleasure already spreading through your tummy. He continued to mouth at your dripping pussy, pushing his tongue deep into your slit. Jinyoung spread your legs further apart, pushing his face deeper into your wetness. Moving his attention back to your clit, he was quick to shove two fingers inside of you.
“Oh, Jinyoung!” You moaned, lacing your fingers back into his hair.
You felt the knot in your stomach beginning to tighten, but this time, it was almost different. It felt more powerful. Jinyoung continued his ministrations, bringing you to your high almost instantly.
“Fuck,’’ you sighed as he removed his fingers from you.
“I hope you can last another orgasm, baby, because I promised to fuck you good.’’ Jinyoung said, climbing onto the bed over you. 
“If your mouth is that good I can’t wait to see what that dick does.’’ You giggled.
“Just you wait.’’ He smirked.
Jinyoung lined his tip up with your slit, and began to push in.
He was bigger than most men you’d been with, so the burn you felt from the stretch of his cock was more than what you were used to.
Jinyoung gave you a few seconds to adjust.
“You can move now,’’ You whimpered.
Slowly, Jinyoung pulled his cock almost all the way out, and thrust back into you harshly.
“Oh god.’’ You moaned, gripping his shoulders.
Jinyoung set a quick pace, one that was pleasurable for both of you.
“Fuck me harder.’’ You moaned.
“Just remember you asked for it.” Jinyoung responded as he pulled out.
“What the-’’ you started.
Jinyoung flipped you onto your stomach, pulling you up so your knees were under you, and he resheathed himself inside of you. He began to piston himself in and out of your pussy, the only sounds in the room now the skin on skin contact from his hips slapping your ass.
Grabbing a fistful of your hair, Jinyoung pulled you up so your back was flush with his chest. He kneaded the soft flesh of your breast as he began to suck the skin of your neck, littering it with red and purple marks.
“Are you close?” He grunted.
All you could do was nod. The feeling of Jinyoung’s cock buried deep within your walls was amazing.
Reaching down to rub your clit, you pushed yourself over the edge, walls clamping onto Jinyoung’s cock.
Jinyoung soon reached his high as well and you milked him for all he was worth, feeling his seed deep inside of yourself.
He was gentle when he pulled out, moving to get a damp washcloth to clean the both of you.
Jinyoung slid into bed behind you, pulling you into his arms.
You snuggled into his embrace, and let him hold you, not knowing what the morning would hold.
As you drifted off, you could’ve sworn you heard Jinyoung apologizing.
-
When you awoke, it felt hotter than it did when you fell asleep. Willing your eyes to open, you realized that you were no longer safe in Jinyoung’s embrace in the hotel room. You were in some sort of field surrounded by trees.
Looking around, you saw that all your friends were there as well.
About five feet from you all, there was a table that had a note on it.
The note read:
While all of you were very nice young ladies, this was always our original intent. We can see you, even now as you sit in the field. You will be given 20 minutes from the time you wake up to get a head start and try your best to survive. Surely, you’re all very confused, but we have no time for questions. The rules are simple. Get caught, get killed. We might find it in our hearts to spare some of you, but we must play it by ear. I suppose we’ll see how things go. Good luck, and hope we don’t catch you.
              -Your friends, GOT7
“What the hell!” Jessica exclaimed.
“What does this even mean?” Nattie asked, “Are they hunting us?”
“I guess,” you shrugged, “We should probably get going.’’
“Going where?” Raquel asked.
“Somewhere to hide!” Danielle exclaimed.
“We’re literally all about to die!” Mackenzie cried.
“Not if we fucking go!” Bella spoke.
“The note says we get 20 minutes, we’ve been here for probably ten, we really need to move.’’ Danielle said.
“They can’t possibly be serious! I’m not going anywhere!” Jessica sat down.
“Fine, if you think they’re joking, stay here and get killed, I know me, Y/N, and Bella are gonna go. Anyone else wanna come?” Danielle asked.
“I think Jessie’s right. They can’t be serious!” Nattie said, planting herself next to Jessica.
“Rocky, I think you should come with us.” Y/N said to Raquel.
She looked between her friends. “This sucks.’’
“Tell me about it.’’ Bella said.
“Kenz, are you staying?” Danielle asked.
She nodded, “This can’t be real.’’
“I know I don’t want to stick around to find out.’’ You spoke, “let’s go. We’ve wasted enough time already.’’
You, Danielle, Rocky, and Bella took off toward the trees.
“If they can’t see us, we’ll have more time to hide.’’ Bella said.
“True.’’ The three of you nodded in agreement.
The four of you continued to run until you were well concealed by the tree line.
“Should we go back for the others?” Rocky asked after a few minutes of walking.
“Absolutely not.” Danielle spoke. She was the oldest out of all of you. Rocky was the youngest.
“They made their choice, Rocky. We have no idea what’s going on. We’d only be putting ourselves at risk.’’ Bella interjected.
“Yeah but-’’
“They read the note just the same as us.’’ You started, “they decided they wanted to stay.’’
Before any of you could say anything further, screams pierced the air.
“Oh fuck.’’ Bella exclaimed.
“We gotta move.’’ Danielle rushed.
You all began to move, just as the bullets came whizzing past your heads.
“Split up!” You heard Danielle scream.
Without a second thought, you took off to the left, away from the bullets. 
Roots were catching your feet as branches whipped your face. It was painful, but now was not the time to be thinking about such things.
‘They can’t have unlimited bullets.’ You thought. ‘They’ll have to run out eventually.’  
The thought calmed you at first, but then being bludgeoned to death scared you more.
Continuing to run, the sounds of bullets got farther and farther away, but so did the screams. ‘They’re all gonna be dead.’
Tears began involuntarily making their way out of your eyes. Could it really have been last night that you were bedded with Jinyoung? There was no way that that man was the same man out here hunting you today.
Maybe he really was apologizing last night. You thought you had imagined it. Apparently not.
Thinking back to it, there were a few times where he seemed off, and maybe this was why.
All you could do was hope you evaded them long enough.
-
You had been running for what felt like ever. Eventually, you reached a fence. It was probably 20 feet high, topped with barbed wire. They’ve obviously done things like this before. You decided the smartest thing to do would be to follow the fence until you found somewhere adequate to hide.
As you followed it, it began to force you back to the right.
You hadn’t heard anything in a long time now.
Just as you started to let your guard down, you were blindsided by someone jumping out of the bushes.
A scream forced its way out of your throat as you came face to face with BamBam, who stood at least a foot taller than you, weilding a knife.
“I had my bets placed on you being the one that lived the longest.’’ He laughed, “Guess not!”
He lunged at you, and you were barely able to avoid his attack.
Taking off again, it wasn’t hard to hear he was close after you.
Looking back to see how far he was, you crashed into someone else.
Scrambling back on your bottom, you tried to distance yourself from them, the tears beginning to fall again.
“You know the rules BamBam, she’s mine.’’ 
That voice sounded familiar.
“Ah you’re no fun hyung!’’
“Don’t make me call Jaebum.’’
“I’m going, I’m going! You’re welcome for flushing her out by the way!”
BamBam was waved off by the flick of the wrist.
“Scram.’’
There you sat, waiting for your death. A death that never came.
Looking up, you were face to face with Jinyoung.
“Are you just going to sit on the ground?”
You didn’t move a muscle.
“Look Y/N, if I was going to kill you I would have.’’
‘He had a point.’
Getting to your feet, you dusted yourself off.
“What now then?” You asked.
“You are going to go back to where you came from, because wherever it is, it was safe.’’ Jinyoung said matter of factly.
“What do you mean?” You shook your head. You didn’t understand.
“No one had seen you until you came back over here. If you go back that way you’ll be okay.’’ Jinyoung said through gritted teeth.
It clicked. He was protecting you.
Almost as if he’d read your mind, Jinyoung said: “Look, I’m sorry about your friends, but unless you want to join them, I suggest you go.’’
You sighed, following the fence back the way you’d come. Jinyoung watched you until you were out of sight.
Maybe some of the girls would be okay. All you could do was hope.
Once you got back to where you were, you settled yourself against a tree and sat. You were tired and hungry. Resigning to whatever happened, you let sleep overtake you.
When you awoke again, the sun was beginning to set.
You had no idea what time you had awoken in the first place, and no idea how long you had been running for. Therefore you had no idea what time it was.
‘I guess nothing happened while I was out.’ You thought.
You had no better plan than to return to the clearing where this whole thing started.
Before you even broke through the treeline, you could see the boys, along with two smaller figures
“They’re not all dead!” you said to yourself aloud.
You broke into a run, heading straight for them all.
“Ah Y/N! Nice of you to join us.’’ BamBam said.
“What’s going on?” You asked, looking at Jinyoung.
“We got bored.’’ BamBam interjected again, “You three are too much work. So we’ll let you live.’’
Sitting on the ground were Danielle and Bella.
“You three are also the only smart ones of your friends, because you were the only ones who wanted to run.’’ Jaebum added.
“So what now?” Bella asked.
“We go have dinner.” Jackson pointed to the house in the distance.
“I’m starving.” Yugyeom spoke up.
The rest of the boys nodded in agreement.
They began walking back to the house.
You and the girls sat there baffled.
Jinyoung turned to you three.
“They’re all a bunch of liars.” He spoke, crossing his arms. “Three of us broke the one rule that we’re supposed to uphold.
“And that is?” Danielle asked.
“Not to get attached.’’ He replied, looking at you.
“So two of your friends are attached to us?” Bella asked standing up. “They just killed our friends!”
“It’s not that simple.’’ Jinyoung stressed, “From the beginning each one of us liked one of you, from that point on we were supposed to have our fun out here and be done. On to the next. But I know for me and Y/N…’’ he trailed off. “I talked to Youngjae and Mark the next earlier before this and they were in the same boat.’’
“So this had nothing to do with us being smart? You’re just a bunch of idiots.’’ You said
“If you wanna think about it that way I guess so.’’
The three of you just sighed.
“C’mon, I’m sure you’re hungry. I promise they’re not gonna try anything else.’’ Jinyoung pleaded, extending his hand to you.
You looked from his eyes to his hand, eventually deciding on taking it.
“What’s the worst that could happen?”
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theladylovingcrow · 4 years
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Silk and Satin, Leather and Lace (Sanny smut fic)
⚠️ SMUT KINKY SMUT⚠️
Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr
Fandom: Greta Van Fleet
Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny)
Length: 4000 words of SMUT
Warnings/Tags: cross dressing, lingerie, Sam in Lingerie, Sanny, kissing, smut, oral sex, blow jobs through underwear, dirty talking, getting rimmed while still in underwear, rim jobs, established relationship, Danny picking Sam up
Summary: Sam has a surprise for Danny - a lacy, kinky one. Lots of horny interactions ensue.
Author's Notes: I mean are you saying that beautiful, supermodel Sammy WOULDN'T look good in lingerie? Boy's so willowy and thin that a corset would shape him up so nice, and lace panties on that cute little bum... Yeah I have a kink lol. He'd just look so lovely I can't stop imagining it (and Zara you're certainly not helping (jk thank you @satans-helper as always for all the lovely feedback, this one is for you!!)) So here!
P.S. a lil mini playlist to listen to while reading: "Mein Herz Brennt" (Myuu - originally Rammstein), "Knocking on Heaven's Door" (Vitamin String Quartet - originally Guns n Roses) and "You Know My Name" (also VSQ - originally Chris Cornell) because I like classical versions of rock songs and that's what I listen to while writing. And yes, the title is from Steve Miller Band lol, "Abracadabra" is a good option too
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"Hey there, handsome. You doing something tonight?"
Danny looked up at the overused flirtation attempt and his breath caught in his throat.
There, in front of him, stood Sam.
His best friend.
Samuel Kiszka.
In LINGERIE.
A cream-colored, satin corset sucked in Sam's waist so small that Danny was sure he could fit his hands all the way around it. Having acted without his permission, Danny's fingertips had dropped his fork and were now grazing over the smooth fabric, then stretching out so that he could fit his hands above Sam's hips like he liked to.
The difference this time, though, was that his thumbs were only mere inches from brushing one another when he had Sam encircled. Danny stood, staring and feeling, trying to absorb what had appeared in front of him. The fabric was cool and soft under his fingers, the flower pattern slightly raised to cause a mixed sensation; burgundy lace panties clung to Sam's hips.
Danny ran his hands down the lines of Sam's body, pressing low on his pelvis and skimming the cream garter belt. The belt held up matching stockings that showed off skinny thighs and leanly muscles calves, adorned by little red bows at the top. A snug garter band was wrapped around Sam's right thigh, which Danny lovingly fingered.
"What's all this for?"
Danny could feel Sam's gaze on him, but he couldn't quite look away from his body, not yet. He was particularly fascinated by the bulge in the panties which made it abundantly clear that, though he was clad in feminine, curve-hugging lingerie, Sam was definitely male.
Finally, his eyes roamed back upwards to meet with Sam's. The question still hung in his head: what *was* all this for? He and Sam had fooled around enough times that one would think the bassist would realize Danny didn't mind that Sam was a guy. It was kind of a big part of their interactions, really.
"I wanted to see if you- if we'd like this. We all wear 'women's clothes' a lot," Sam said, making air quotes, "I know that, but I really, really like the pretty sort of stuff. I just... I just feel so nice and I think it accentuates my body very well. What do you think?"
Sam was looking at him with a mixture of erotic need and fear, probably of rejection, but he was in no danger of that from Danny. Who would have thought that Sammy would look a billion times better in lingerie than any woman? Not Danny, up until this point, but he thought that maybe some reevaluations of his opinions were in order.
"I think you look fucking amazing. You like this? I like it, and I have no problem with it."
Sam smiled that 1000 watt Kiszka smile at him and stepped forward to wrap his arms around Danny's neck. Danny caught him around the waist once more, letting his hands settle firmly on that tiny center. So small - so pretty! Danny wondered, would he be able to lift Sam up like this?
With a quiet grunt, Danny hoisted Sam a few inches into the air, which made him laugh in delighted surprise and wrap his legs around Danny's thighs. Sam clung to him like wet paper as Danny carefully turned around to set him on the table where he had been having a snack and working on some new lyrics.
Sam was set down on the clear part of the table, but he kept Danny's body wrapped up in his own. His brown hair hung down on his shoulders, hiding the little bit of broadness he had on them.
Danny leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Sam's left collarbone, then the right. He continued to plant his silent seedlings of love up and down Sam's throat and shoulders. As his lover's barely audible, at first, sighs grew in volume, so did Danny's desperation.
His gripped skinny, nylon covered thighs in strong hands, pulling Sam into him - until they were practically one odd shaped person leaning against a table instead of two young men indulging their secret desires. Danny worked his way back up to Sam's face, kissing him slow and deep.
Sam grabbed Danny's cheeks, holding him close. Their tongues tangled as their mouths finally met in an intense kiss. Danny moaned in the back of his throat, already incredibly worked up from the erotic piece of art that was Sammy Kiszka.
Sam was making soft sounds, little breathy 'mmm's and 'oh's against Danny. He stroked his lover's hair, smoothing it out of the way when black tresses fell in between their eyes. Squeezing with his thighs, Sam moved his body against Danny in a desperate rhythm to gain friction for his cock.
Danny, with a great amount of will power and physical strength, extracted himself from Sam's lean legs to drop to his knees in front of the table. He pushed on Sam's chest, gently encouraging him to lean back a little and give Danny more room to work.
The dark red lace of the panties was made even darker with sweat and precum, wet against Danny's nose. Inhaling brought the heady smells of his favorite person: alcohol-heavy cologne, Old Spice body wash, and male musk. It was fascinating - the feel of delicate lace and the boy scent of Sam; the sight of a straining cock trapped under pretty garments.
Danny lifted Sam's legs with a hand under each thigh, spreading them over his shoulders. He turned his head to the left, kissing and nipping at the soft skin of Sam's inner thighs. Sam spread his legs wider, giving Danny more access to himself.
Giving one final love bite to his thighs, Danny moved on to the erection straining against Sam's panties. The head was peaking out of one of the leg holes against Sam's thigh where he had tucked it, so Danny gave it an affectionate lick.
Sam whimpered above him, back arching off the table and hands tangled in Danny's luscious hair. His stomach - and deeper, down into his soul, even - churned pleasantly when Danny mouthed over his cock, soaking it through the lace with saliva.
Danny kept licking and sucking Sam's length all over through his panties, getting everything warm and wet. He pulled back and blew a breath of air that made Sam stir with the sudden coldness, tightening his hand in Danny's hair as a slight warning. Danny did it again, quickly, then reattached his mouth to the head and sucked it inside - hard - so that Sam wouldn't complain.
Legs squeezing around his skull and guiding him in closer, Danny let Sam set the pace for a time. It was more difficult to blow Sam through the fabric, but he was up to the challenge.
Sam was getting louder, voice even raspier than it usually was as he encouraged Danny through moans and a gritted out "Yeah, baby, yeah. So good."
Danny felt a wave of desperation wash over him, making the cock in his jeans strain painfully and the one in his mouth taste all the sweeter. He wrestled with Sam's limbs, all four of them holding onto him in some way, to get free for just a second.
Sam whined in loss, holding Danny tighter for a moment then letting him go entirely and falling completely slack back onto the table.
Danny hurriedly stood and grappled with his Western-style belt, having some trouble getting the silver eagle to unhook from the leather. He finally succeeded in opening it, the clink making Sam look up.
His eyes immediately darkened and pupils expanded, looking at Danny's hands working over his crotch with pure lust. Danny noticed Sam looking and made a little show of it, carefully separating the buckle from the leather and letting them both fall to hang from the loops, framing his covered erection.
He let his thumb rest underneath the button, not undoing it yet. Sam made an encouraging noise and sat up a little further, using an elbow to prop himself up. His big eyes were staring at Danny, his face was flushed, his chest expanding in fast rhythm within the corset's top; he looked absolutely delectable.
Danny couldn't wait a second longer, not with Sam biting his lip like that. He popped the button and unzipped the fly; spread the denim apart and gave his dick a relieving squeeze now that he could get to it.
Sufficiently comfortable now, Danny resumed his position kneeling in between Sam's legs, letting one hand gather up Sam's lace covered balls. He rolled and squeezed them as he laved his tongue over the base of Sam's cock, enjoying the soft, warm weight in his palm.
Sam's hips bucked, rubbing his erection across Danny's face and smearing precum on his lips. He pushed at the back of Danny's head, bringing him close so that he could grind against his face.
Danny closes his eyes and sighed, taking in the sensations: hot, hard dick, sopping wet lace, musk, Sam's fingers in his hair and the legs resting on his shoulders, the testes is his hand. Everything was overwhelmed with his love of being in this situation, of offering his body to Sam to please him.
Danny worshipped Sam, everything about him; his laugh, his hair, his mind, heart, and creativity. He knew that he was in love with Sam - as a brother and friend, definitely, intense yet intimate moments like now reminding him that his beating heart screamed "Romantically, too! You love him more than life itself!"
"Danny!" Sam sobbed, close to losing it. The teasing licks and rubs felt amazing, but they were held off just enough to keep him on the edge of cumming.
Sam grabbed his head in both hands, by the cheeks, putting Danny exactly where he wanted him. He moved his pelvis in a circle, letting Danny's stroking hands and face rub him while his burning mouth sucked Sam down as far as Danny could go, which was about two and a half inches - in part because if his gag reflex, and partly the panties making it difficult to fit anything more into his mouth.
Danny fondled his balls again, letting his middle finger down lower to tease at Sam's taint, and then his hole. He let Sam fuck his face as he listened to the moans and praises, pride glowing at causing such an ethereal beauty to break down in the throes of pleasure.
Sam bucked and quaked, holding onto Danny for dear life as he came into his mouth. Danny worked him through it, tongue pulsating and finger digging between Sam's cheeks, pushing the soft fabric partway into his entrance.
Danny swallowed the load Sam gave him, licking around the head of Sam's cock and then his own mouth to make sure he got everything. It had been a more unpleasant surprise the first few times, but he had acquired quite a taste - a burning desire, sometimes - for Sam's semen, knowing that it was all for him, caused by him.
"Ugghhh..." Sam groaned, body limp except for a few tremors occasionally running through his nervous system.
Danny started kissing at his thighs again, his hips, his sticky cock and panties; anywhere his mouth could reach. Sam whimpered, rocking back and forth like he wasn't sure if he should pull away from oversensitivity or let Danny inevitably bring him more pleasure.
Using his thumb, Danny pressed the panties to Sam's hole, slowly trailing the digit up to his taint and rubbing it hard. He brought his mouth to Sam's balls, licking them and even sucking one into his mouth, carefully.
"Danny, oh... fuck."
Danny grinned around Sam in his mouth, using his left hand to pet him over the lace again. He removed his mouth from Sam's balls and trailed his wet, spit slick lips down the crease in between Sam's thigh and hip.
He hooked two fingers around the underwear, pulling them aside and baring Sam's clenching hole to the air. Sam hiked his knees higher into the air, planting his stocking covered feet on Danny's shoulders: presenting himself. Danny himself groaned, already envisioning how Sam would look spread and dripping. He would get him there.
Danny stuck his tongue out, softly touching it to the skin right next to the pucker. He wiggled it, swirling it around and around Sam's hole until finally delving right into the center.
Sam shuddered and pressed his feet down, groaning encouragement. Danny flicked his tongue and let saliva flow off of it, getting the area hopefully lubricated enough to make going inside Sam a little bit more comfortable.
It took awhile of working in and out - poke inside, pull out, lick, try again - but Danny finally got half of his tongue into Sam's ass. That was all that he would be able to, he knew; and besides, Sam was a sobbing mess above him, indicating that it was more than okay already.
Danny suctioned his lips around Sam's hole. He let them glide and suck, almost kissing Sam's lower end like he would his upper. His left hand continued working Sam's cock, right squeezing at Sam's thigh, mouth eating Sam like he was Danny's favorite fruit.
He pulled back, admiring Sam's shiny hole for a minute as he took the hand off of Sam's thigh and moved it to his own erection, stroking over his underwear - not a lace thong, but regular boxer briefs. Danny shoved the elastic down and took his cock out, hissing a bit as the autumnal air, colder even inside, met it.
Sam had taken over stroking himself, wrapping his hand over Danny's and moving it for him, using him. He was propped up on his elbows again, watching Danny touch himself and panting hard.
"Finger me, please. Wanna feel you in me," Sam pleaded, digging his heels into Danny's back to pull him closer.
Danny gave a final kiss to Sam's ass - and wasn't he always, in a way - then nodded and jumped up, frantically searching all of the drawers he could see, but not finding anything. Then he ransacked Jake's backpack on the couch, knowing it would have- there! Good ol' Astroglide.
Sam laughed at his triumphant exclamation; high, breathy, preoccupied with arousal. "Want me to roll over, or bend over?"
"No, just like you are, Sammy. Unless you're uncomfortable?" Danny purred, staying standing thid time, popping the cap on the lube and squirting some onto the fingers of his right hand.
"I'm good. Hell, I'm great, can't wait for you to do that thing with your fingers, you know I love it."
Sam did indeed love it, Danny knew. He called it Danny's signature move, and for good reason; it made very person he used it on immediately cry desperately for more and give up all control in their desire to get some. Of course, Sam was most often the one on the receiving end of this maneuver, and he very much enjoyed it everytime.
Danny breathed out on the lube in his hand as he rubbed his fingers together, trying to warm it up a bit; despite Sam never seeming to feel the chill -- and Danny honestly wasn't sure how he wasn't shivering enough to fall off the table in just his skimpy little outfit - *God* -- he didn't think that freezing cold gel up the ass would feel very nice.
Sam jumped a little anyways when Danny's fingers pulled aside the panties again and met his ass, but it was more a hip thrust of eagerness than discomfort or surprise. Danny circled his hole, getting the surrounding area nice and slick, too, before carefully, gently pressing his forefinger in to the first knuckle.
He was met with melting, velvet soft heat that made him moan aloud. Sam was so hot, literally. It always shocked him, that first entrance; as if his mind didn't contain an adequate way to store the memory of the heat, despite having experienced it a plethora of times, now.
Sam reached over, straining his stomach, and took the lube from Danny. Sam was fully erect again, having the stamina to sustain multiple, quick arousals and more than enough material to cause them. He adjusted himself so that his cock was now facing upwards, instead of out of the leghole of his panties, squirting a little lube on and stroking it over the soft skin.
Danny pushed his finger in completely, feeling Sam clench and relax and clench again around him. He wiggled it back and forth, slowly, not wanting to hurt Sam with a weird angle but trying to find his prostate.
He knew he got it when he felt that difference in density of flesh and Sam shouted, clenching right around him. Danny made sure to keep his hand at the same angle, moving his finger in a staccato rhythm so he could hit it with every push in.
Sam had one hand fisted around the garter on his left thigh, stretching it as he tried to control himself.
Danny laid his unoccupied hand on Sam's belly, over the corset, rubbing it comfortingly, and hopefully permeating some heat through to Sam's skin.
"How much do you want, Sam?" He asked quietly, watching with fascination as Sam writhed on his single finger.
"Two. Another one, please, I can take two. Want it, Danny, love your hands. Need you in me."
Danny loved Sam's dirty talking, and Sam knew it. All of his usual eloquence went out the window when it was just the two of them - cocks, tongues, hands, bodies stroking and exploring - and he spouted the filthiest, horniest demands Danny had ever heard. It was like there was a chemical released when the two of them met; pheromones making Sam go crazy with a need he couldn't mask. Danny always delivered.
Danny took the offered bottle back from Sam and dribbled a bit onto his taint, pulling his finger out and gathering it all up before push two back in. He twisted and pumped, brushing over Sam's prostate and stretching him perfect just how he knew Sam liked.
"C'mere. I've left you on your own long enough," Sam said, eyeing Danny's hard cock in his underwear.
Wrapping his leg loosely around Danny's hip, Sam pulled him in until their pelvises nearly met and sat up, still trying to keep Danny inside of him. He took Danny's cock out of his underwear and started stroking him, but the angle was wrong for either of them to serve eachother.
"Okay, this isn't working," Sam huffed, letting go of Danny and using his hands to hold his torso upright instead of his core strength - which the corset was making it hard for him to do.
"Yeah, it isn't. Here, you lean back like that and I'll come forward," Danny said.
He put the hand not in Sam's ass on the table behind him, leaning ober so that his body was parallel with Sam's diagonal one. Sam resumed jerking him off, wrapping his other hand around the back of Danny's neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
They swapped love laden saliva, groaning against each other's mouths and both racing to bring the other to finish first. It was most likely going to be Danny, since he had been letting all of the arousal stew, unlike Sam - though that didn't mean he wasnt going to try.
Danny put his hand on Sam's lower back, holding him up. He ran his fingers over the laces of the corset, enjoying the bumps of chord and textured fabric. He brought his hand to Sam's hip, squeezing it tight and hooking his pinky under the garter, snapping it and making Sam chuckle breathlessly.
"You're so fucking pretty, Sammy. Can't believe you did this, you look amazing."
"You should see yourself, then, you're gorgeous," Sam replied, kissing his jaw and stroking him faster.
"Still think you're prettier, but okay. Now c'mon, cum for me, sweetheart," Danny begged, biting Sam's lower lip and ruthlessly rubbing his prostate.
Sam let loose something close to a shriek, taking his hand off the table to frantically stroke himself to a second orgasm.
"Danny, ohh..." He moaned, then gasped, high pitched.
Danny grinned. He loved watching Sam come undone - and, he had one the race (or lost, rather, but that was the point).
Slowing the pumping of his fingers, Danny relished the last few contractions of Sam's insides before gingerly pulling out. He kissed Sam's neck, adding to the trail of hickeys he had left when they started.
Sam panted against his shoulder, stroking Danny quick and hard to bring him to an intense orgasm. The wait had been worth it, because Danny was sure he hadn't cum like that in quite a while, and certainly never with someone other than Sam. They were compatible in everyway possible, this proved it.
"Holy shit!" Sam sighed, slumping onto Danny now that they were both spent.
Danny hummed in agreement, holding Sam close, sticking hand held awkwardly away from his body. Sam had no qualms about that and gleefully wipes his cum all over Danny's back, which got him a swat on the back of his thigh, right where it was most tender below his ass; it wouldn't be unfeasible to say that Danny had become acquainted with where to hit Sam's backside a few times before.
"Hey!" Danny protested, knowing that Sam didn't care a lick.
"Well, maybe you should take it off if you don't like me doing that. Why are you wearing so many clothes, anyways?" Sam asked.
"Oh right, taking my shirt off is the solution instead of you just not wiping your seed on me," Danny rolled his eyes, but unbuttoned his flannel anyways and dropped it to the floor. Sam spread his hands over Danny's broad chest, flicking his nipples and squeezing his pecs. "And I was totally occupied with you, I couldn't pull away long enough to get my clothes off, just my belt."
"I suppose that's all you need, though it didn't save your shorts, so don't 'hey' me for getting cum on your shirt. Speaking of, I think these undies are trashed, you did a good job," Sam said, raising a brow.
Danny looked down at the lace, all covered with semen, lube, and spit; soiled and stretched out. He felt it with two fingers - the ones that had been inside Sam, in fact - and concluded that they were indeed insalvagable.
"Okay, I'll get you some new ones."
"Really?" Sam's eyes lit up with happiness and some leftover arousal. "You'd by me women's panties?"
Danny blushed and nodded, kissing Sam sweetly. "Yeah," he said, pulling away a few inches, "I'd love to. Anything you want, you look so hot in them."
"That's awesome," Sam said, sighing. "You're awesome, and you always make me cum super hard, I love that about you." Danny snorted.
"Do you need help getting out of that?" He asked, curious to how Sam had actually gotten the stuff on - or where he'd even gotten it at.
"Please, I don't think I can untie this behind my back. We should clean up first, though."
"Okay."
Danny put one arm under Sam's ass and used the other to hold onto his waist, swiftly lifting him off the table he had earlier set him on. Sam laughed, hanging on for the ride as Danny carried him to the bathroom like he was a koala.
"When are you gonna wear this stuff again?" Danny asked, setting him down on the counter.
"As soon as you buy me more," Sam replied, taking Danny's hand and placing it back in between his legs, over the ruined fabric covering his stretched out hole.
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I know you probably get asked this a lot, but I can't help myself. You can tell me to fuck off if you don't want to answer, though. Do you still want to finish Lottery Ticket? Because it's one of my favorite YGO fics and the idea of you dropping it makes me so very sad.
It’s fine anon. I mean, I appreciate the recognition that I don’t owe you an answer or free content or anything, but I don’t get asked too often so it’s not a bother. And I’m not gonna tell you to ‘fuck off’.
Short answer is that - No, I’m not dropping Lottery Ticket. I still want to finish it. And, although I’m moving at a glacial pace, I was working on writing the next chapter as recently as sometime last week.
I’m going to give a longer answer though - Yeah, I also get scared I’m not gonna be able to finish it sometimes too. Not in the sense that it’s not important to me, but in the sense that I’ve been writing it for over two years, am over 100k words into it, and I’m not even halfway through the the planned story. I hope that I’ll be able to pick up the pace at some point, but moreso I hope that two or four or however many years in the future I’ll still care as much about finishing it as I do now. I’m kind of lucky I had some experience under my belt when I first started writing LT, enough to be able to know that I need to have a rather concrete understanding of my plot and story structure to see a long project through. But what LT has really driven home is that I have a very poor understanding of how many words and chapters (and how much time) it takes to execute the ideas in an abstract outline.
Also, yeah, idk how obvious it is, but Lottery Ticket is pretty personal to me. Not in the sense that I grew up with a gambling alcoholic dad, started a long distance relationship with a classy older woman straight out of my teenage years, or worked as a gofer for the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company. But a lot of the themes it deals with - feeling trapped in a household with a deteriorating abuser, class struggle through the lens of the more personal relationships between employers and employees, codependency and not being able to trust that people love you bc they depend on you, the intersectionality of poverty, racism, and crime, etc. etc. are all pretty heavy themes that I care deeply and personally about. And you’d think that that would make this story easier to write at times, but it mostly just makes it more difficult. It often feels a lot easier to rattle off oneshots about characters and ideas that, while maybe not entirely without emotional gravitas for me, certainly don’t hit as many soft spots so consistently.
And, in a more immediate sense, yea- next chapter is killer. I recently complained on twitter about how the draft for it cracked 8k, and I didn’t feel it was remotely finished. I like to divide the chapters so that they individually have a crescendo of rising and falling action - or at least that’s what I tell myself - so, having established the previous chapter that the next chapter is going to be about dealing with this problem where Jou owes an ungodly amount of money to yakuza affiliates and has no paycheck to pay with, I don’t think it really makes sense for me to post until I’ve reached a resolution to that conflict eleven days later. But, in addition to the mad scramble for cash, the chapter also has to include Jou dragging an unconscious Kaiba home, Jou negotiating with his landlord, scenes with Honda and Yuugi that establish how Jou feels about relying on them, an extendend flashback with Mai (& Anzu) that does much the same thing in addition to giving more background on Jou’s living situation, all that foreshadowing, etc. Also, I was kind of up in the air about whether or not to include this scene in this chapter or next - because there is /so much/ this chapter and I have very little concretely planned for next chapter - but I’m increasingly coming to think that Jou should confront his dad about the stolen paycheck this chapter instead of next one. Like- Jou’s kind of avoiding coming face to face with his dad and directly asking him for the money back. And the idea is that Jou’s been in situations similar enough to this in the past, that he already knows what the likely result of such a confrontation is and that it’s probably a dead end. So he’d prefer to wait until after the situation with Kyoutarou is dealt with to speak to dad. But the more I think about it, the more I realise the audience doesn’t have the same information that Jou does, and would probably benefit more from seeing the outcome of that confrontation firsthand. And to see it firsthand while there is still a hypothetical possibility for Jou’s dad to somehow influence the outcome when Jou goes to pay his debt, instead of after it’s somewhat of a moot point.
And, yeah, that brings me to the last part, which is the anxiety for what comes after the next chapter. As I’ve said, the fic is plotted out pretty heavily, but the two-three chapters after the next one are the part of the fic I have planned out the least in terms of their concrete events. I know the scene that the chapter after next ends on, but I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to fill the first part of it in with beyond the extremely vague ‘need to have a scene with Mokuba and start filling in more foreshadowing before the shit entirely hits the fan’. This isn’t explicitly a problem, per se, because Lotto Ticket has a big cast and there are a lot of threads I can pick up with Mai, Anzu, Shizuka, Honda, Yuugi, the other secretarial staff, etc that will hopefully fill out the pacing gaps in a way that will hopefully be entertaining and insightful, before I get back to the more solidified chapters directly preceding and including the climax of Part 2.
And, mmm, in addition to the anxiety related to chapter planning or lack thereof, there’s also just anxiety about what I’m going to have the characters say, do, and think? Next chapter is going to start dropping some pretty horrible headcanons about Jounouchi’s misogyny and his criminal record that I think should reasonably turn some people away from a fic featuring him as the protag. Following this he will spend a while comparing Seto rather unfavorably to Mai, and I mean that in an extremely intimate relational sense. And while I, as the author, know this is him struggling with his own homophobia and that it’s not meant to reflect negatively in a meta sense on Seto or JouKai, it takes a while before Jounouchi even starts to get over himself. Also, like, I’ve dropped some hints already that Jou and Mai have an open relationship (and that it’s a setup Jou’s not very happy about and kind of considers cheating anyhow). But I think the further progression of the “cheating” as it exists in this fic has the potential to be increasingly upsetting for readers, and it’s also the first of multiple issues regarding Jounouchi not really having a very good understanding of consent. And, finally, although I started the fic with a rather stark and controversial picture of Mokuba, and have since tried really hard to communicate that he is the same kid from canon that loves his brother to death, we have absolutely not reached the worst in his conflict and anger with his brother and I’m sure at least a few people won’t like it. And, mmm, I’m not really willing to compromise any of these things or tone them down. Even the few that aren’t directly baked solid into the plot structure of the fic, even the ones that I’m really not going to be able to frame in such a way that I can address them in detail given Jounouchi’s POV, I think they’re all extremely thematic and pointed towards the story’s idea of the situation Jounouchi grew up in, what he learned from it, and how much is at stake or not at stake, when he tries (or doesn’t try) to escape the poverty and abuse that (at least in part) defined him. But, yeah, idk. Even though I’m decided in that ‘this is the story i’m gonna write and no other’ it’s still anxiety provoking to think about readers being upset with me or dropping the fic even if I think their reasons for doing so would be completely justified - you know what I mean?
Thanks for giving me the opportunity to ramble about writing (or not writing) one of my favourite fics, anon. I hope I’ll be able to get the next chapter out sooner rather than later.
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