How I See You/ 1
Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader
Word count- 7k
Includes- Unconfident Yoongi, angst, cheating (don't do this), blow job, deepthroating, pussy eating, cum eating, cock riding, multiple orgasms, physical violence, blood
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J POV
I watch Mia at the bar, flirting and smiling with some guy
Then I move my gaze to her boyfriend, Yoongi, who also happens to be my best friend
He's watching her with a sad expression from his seat at the table next to me
And I get so fucking angry
This girl has no idea what she has with Yoongi
He's the sweetest guy who does everything for her
She doesn't have to lift a finger, all she has to do is call him and he'll drop whatever he's doing to get to her or help her fix whatever problem she has
He's always so attentive, knowing when something's wrong with her immediately
He's like that with me too but we've been best friends since we were children so that's not so surprising that he knows me so well
But he got to know her that well too
He treats her like a princess, buying her whatever she wants, whenever she wants, spends an absorbent amount of time with her, cooks for her, does her laundry, takes her wherever she wants to go because she doesn't have a car
He looks like a fuck boy with his many tattoos, his lip ring and eyebrow ring but he's not
He's a one woman kind of guy
He's very shy and sensitive and is passionate in everything he does
He's the perfect boyfriend
And this idiot is hurting him by flirting with another guy
I honestly don't even know why she's looking at another guy when she has Yoongi
He's insanely gorgeous- long black hair he normally keeps in a ponytail, beautiful brown eyes, cute nose, perfect lips
His smile is stunning
He's short for a guy but still tall, is fit and his hands and fingers are a work of art
He is the entire package
And this bitch doesn't see that
I can't count the times I've seen her flirting with other guys and in front of him too
Like he's not there
Then she comes back and acts like nothing happened and he never brings anything up
Just once I'd like to see him confront her but he never will
He doesn't like confrontation and I think he thinks she'll break up with him if he says anything
I don't know what she says or does to him but lately it seems like he lost some confidence
He was never outgoing or braggy and he's even more introverted than normal
I've tried to talk about it with him but he shuts me down, saying everything is fine
I think her flirting is getting to him
Standing up, I make my way over to the bar
Not only is she flirting, she's keeping the rest of us waiting because she was the one going to the bar to get our drinks
I'm killing two birds with one stone
"Excuse me", I say, moving in-between her and the guy
"What are you doing Jo?", she asks and has the audacity to look confused
"We're tired of waiting so I'm getting our drinks", I answer
She blinks, "Oh sorry. I just got to talking to Jae and-"
"Yeah I know", I interrupt, glaring at her then at Jae, "And Yoongi knows too. You know, your boyfriend?"
Jae gets a surprised look on his face as he glances at Mia
"Oh he doesn't care", Mia says, "It's just conversation"
She is so very wrong
"Yeah well you were taking too long and I'm getting the drinks now, so you can go back to Yoongi"
She looks miffed but nods then heads back to the table
I look at Jae who says, "I didn't know she had a boyfriend"
"Fuck off", I snap, then turn to the bar to get the bartenders attention
When the drinks are finally made, I take them to the table
"Thanks Jo", Mia says to me, takes her drink then turns her attention back to my ex and date for tonight, Hongjoong
Hongjoong and I stayed friends after we broke up
When Yoongi asked me to come out with him and Mia, I asked if I could bring someone
No way did I want to be the third wheel
Yoongi said yes, I hit up all my friends and Hongjoong was the only one available
He's always up to go out, especially when he knows he's gonna get fucked at the end of the night
I sip my drink, Mia blatantly flirting with Hongjoong while holding onto Yoongi's hand
Hongjoong, for his part looks unamused and is totally not engaging in her flirting, instead reaching out and putting his arm around me, holding me against him like he's silently telling Mia that he's with me
I lean against him, laying my head on his shoulder but Mia either doesn't notice or doesn't care and just keeps flirting with him
Yoongi is just silently sitting there, his face blank and it enrages me
Mia doesn't know how lucky she is to be with Yoongi
She doesn't know how other girls wished he looked at them the way he looks at her
Notice them the way he notices her
She doesn't know how in love with him some girls are, how some would do anything for him, do anything to be with him
She has that and she doesn't even realize
She's a fucking idiot
And I hate her
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"Hey Yoongi", I greet, opening my apartment door for him to come in
He called me earlier asking to hang out and of course I said yes
It's not like I was doing anything anyway
"Hey Jo", he says, coming inside and I instantly know he's upset
Probably about Mia
Closing the door, we walk to the living room section of my studio apartment
"You want food? Drink?", I ask but he shakes his head
I shrug as we sitting on the couch
"Where's Mia? I thought you'd be with her on a Saturday night?"
His face falls
I knew it was because of her
"She's with her friends. They're having a girl's night at a club"
A club?
She went to a club without her boyfriend?
If it was anyone but Mia it wouldn't be a big deal but I know she's going to flirt and dance with other guys and he knows it to
She flirts it in front of Yoongi, I have no doubt she'll amp it up when he's not there
"And you're ok with that?", I ask, not bothering to hide my shock
He needs to realize what she's doing is shitty
"I can't do anything about it Jo. I can't tell her she can't go", he says softly
I mean he can say he's not happy about it, not pretend that everything is fine
"I'm....worried", he says lowly
I raise my eyebrow, surprised he's actually confiding in me
He used to all the time until he got with her
"About what Yoongi?"
"I offered to give her money for drinks at the club but she...she refused. She said she'll just flirt with guys to get them to buy her drinks"
My mouth drops at her fucking audacity
"She said that to you?"
He nods, "I..I'm worried she's going to go too far. I already know she's going to dance with guys"
I'm so pissed off and I can't hold back anymore
"Yoongi why are you putting up with that shit?", I ask, "She blatantly flirts with guys in front of you. She flirted with Hongjoong while holding your hand! Why don't you tell her to cut it out?"
"Because she'll leave me!", he exclaims, tears filling his eyes
I'm not going to lie, I'm surprised at the tears
He never cries
For anything
And he's going to cry over that skank?
"So what Yoongi? You deserve so much better than her!"
He shakes his head, a few tears escaping, "No other woman wants me"
I stare at him in complete disbelief, "What are you talking about?"
Why would he say such a dumbass thing like that?
"Jo, I'm thirty years old. Mia is the only one who has even looked at me as more than a one night stand in years. All women see me as a fuck boy. They sleep with me and then that's all it is. Mia is the only one who stayed. And she's younger than me, she wants to party and have fun. I can understand that"
"Bullshit", I snap
Yeah Mia is younger than us, 25, but not all twenty-five year olds are as disrespectful to their significant others like she is
"It doesn't matter if she's younger Yoongi. Her flirting is disrespectful to you and you shouldn't put up with it", I tell him, "There are other women who will see past your image and want to be with you. Ones who will respect you and treat you so much better"
He scoffs, "Where are they? I don't see anyone. At the bar the other night all the girls were looking at Hongjoong, not me"
I was looking at him but of course he'd never notice me
"The truth is no one wants to be with me long term. They don't want to bother getting to know me. And I get it, I'm shy, I'm introverted, I don't talk much at first. It would take awhile for me to warm up to someone and no one wants to waste their time. I'm lucky Mia wants to be with me"
I honestly can't believe he's saying this
It's so heartbreaking
"You're insane Yoongi", I say softly, "Any woman would be so lucky to have you"
"No they wouldn't", he says sadly
I can't handle him thinking this way about himself
He's just so wrong
"My god Yoongi, you don't know how others see you do you?", I say, "You are literally the entire package. You're so sweet, so loving. So attentive. So giving. You're willing to put your girlfriend first, do anything for her. Help in any way you can. Drop what you're doing and run to her side in seconds. You're so in tune with feelings that you know the instant something is wrong with someone and you try to comfort them. You're passionate in everything you do. You treat her like a queen. And you're absolutely beautiful. Your eyes are so deep and such a pretty brown. Your smile is so freaking amazing, so beautiful, it lights up any room"
I glance over at him to see him staring at me in utter shock
I tear my gaze away, my entire face heating up in embarrassment
But I'm fine with being embarrassed as long as he knows he is the perfect boyfriend
"So I know that other women could see the real you and would want to be with you. Don't sell yourself short"
It's silent for a few seconds and I hope he just changes the subject
"Do...do you really see me like that?", he asks softly
I close my eyes, putting my face in my hands, knowing I just outted myself
"Yeah, I really do", I answer, hoping he drops it now
I really don't know how I'm supposed to look him in the eyes anymore
I feel his hand touch mine, pulling them down from my face
I keep my head down, freaking out on the inside
He lifts my face to his, his brown eyes on mine, a look in them I can't read
The next thing I know, he's closer to me, his lips pressing against mine
My body instantly reacts, fireworks going off in my vision, fire running through my body, my head spinning
My arms wrap around his neck, his around my waist, pulling me closer until I'm against him
Somewhere in the back of my head, I know we shouldn't be doing this, I know that he's cheating on Mia
But I can't stop
He's finally kissing me and I can't stop
His tongue licks my lip and I open for it eagerly, his tongue against mine as soon as it slips in my mouth
I can't get enough of him, wishing I could have his kisses all the time
His fingers slip under the hem of my shirt, touching the skin on my lower back, sparks zipping up my spine
My fingers move into his hair, pulling out his ponytail then tangling in the soft silky strands
We continue kissing, bodies presses against each other and I have never been more content in my life
If all he wants is to kiss, I'll happily do it all night
After awhile, his hands travel up my back, pulling my shirt with it
I let him slide it up, moving my arms from around him to pull through the sleeves then reluctantly moving away from his lips so he can take it off
I look at him as I take his black shirt and move it up his body, waiting for him to tell me to stop
He doesn't, moving his arms through the sleeves too and letting me get it over his head
Throwing the shirt on the floor, I finally look at his body and get turned on even more than I already am
He's perfect
He's fit, no hard muscles cut into him but as soon as I touch his chest, I can feel the muscles, the strength under his smooth inked skin
His entire chest is tattooed, the bright colors swirling on his skin to make a beautiful image
The tattoo continues to his ribs where it tapers off but there is room to add more if he chooses
Spreading my hands I run them along his arms, both heavily tattooed in sleeves, again the colors so vibrant
Moving closer to him, I lay my hands on his back, running up the huge back tattoo he has there as well
As I trail my fingers up his back, his breathing increases and I lean forward, pressing kisses into his neck
He moans softly, the pretty sound making me so wet
He tilts his head slightly back, letting me kiss more of his neck, his skin so soft under my lips
Trailing my kisses down his neck, I keep kissing across his shoulder, his skin trembling
Lifting his arm, I kiss every inch of inked skin I can, trailing my fingers up and down his arm, my lips following in their wake
I can feel his eyes on me as I get to his wrists, kissing along the back of his hand, then on his tattooed fingers
Turning his hand over, I press kisses into his palm, then the tips of each of his fingers
I switch to his other hand, moving my eyes to his as I kiss him, awe swirling in his gaze
I continue my ascent up his other arm, kissing him, showing him that he's wanted
I get back to his neck, his body shivering as I press my lips into his skin
Finally, I press my lips against his and he immediately falls into it, his tongue against mine as his arms wrap around me
It feels so right being in his arms and I can't think about it too much because I know I will never have this again
I gently push him back as we kiss, him laying down and taking me with him, his warm, soft skin against mine
I drag kisses down to his jaw, then press kisses into his neck
Moving lower, I kiss down his body, my fingers following the path my lips made, his skin trembling against my fingers
As I press my lips to his lower stomach, I slide my fingers in his sweatpants waistband, waiting to see if he's going to take them out
When he doesn't, I get braver and push down his sweatpants
He surprises me by lifting his hips up, letting me get the pants completely off, leaving him in just his boxers with a visible tent where his dick is
I'm kinda blown away that I made him hard
But I guess it's because of kissing him
Just a reaction, nothing to make a huge deal about
I lift my gaze to his as I kiss his lower stomach again, slide my hand up his thigh and over his hard on
His breath catches, his brown eyes on mine as I touch him through his boxers
He feels huge and he's rock hard
Taking a chance, I move my lips to his dick, kissing him through the fabric of his boxers
Her groans, his eyes closing and I take that as a cue to keep going
Pulling his boxers down, just enough to free his cock, I stare at it in shock
It is massive, long and thick and so hard, cum leaking from his slit
Without thinking, I wrap my hand around his base and run my tongue over his head, tasting him
He gasps, his eyes opening and on me as my brain tries to comprehend how he can taste so good
Like how?
I've blown guys before and yeah it tastes alright but Yoongi's tastes really good
And I want more
My gaze locks with his as I run my tongue up his length, swirling around his head, licking up more cum
"Should I stop?", I ask
I want to suck his dick so much but I won't if he's uncomfortable
I never want to make him uncomfortable with anything
"No", he whispers
Without answering, I move my mouth around his head, sucking softly
"Fuck", he groans, his legs shaking
I move down his length an inch at a time, sucking long but soft and slow on him
His chest rises and falls rapidly as his breathing quickens, his brown eyes watching me, biting his lower lip
Pushing down more, his head hits my throat and I stop before I gag
I still have a few inches left to take but I need to get used to him first
Slowly, I bob my head, sliding up his cock, then going back down while moving my hands up and down the rest of him I haven't taken yet
"Fuck Jo", he moans, "Fuck, it's so good"
I smile around his dick, bobbing a few more times before I take a bit more of him
I continue to blow him like this, slowly taking more of him every few bobs, tears springing into my eyes the deeper he goes
It takes a little bit but I finally slide him all in my throat without gagging once
I'm proud of myself
I swallow on his huge dick, his moan so loud, his body shaking
Pulling back, I slide back up his length half way, then slowly go back down, feeling him open my throat and I'm surprised at how good that feels
I keep moving, going just slightly faster but still at a slow pace for a blow job
I just want him to feel everything
I want to please him
The next time I slide back down his length, his hips roll up, softly sliding him all the way in my throat
My gaze meets his and I nod, letting him know I'm good with what he's doing
As I move up his cock, he pulls out a little, then we move at the same time, slowly, his hips up, pushing his cock in while I move down taking him in
"Oh god", he whimpers, his hand sliding in my hair, fingers tangling in the strands, holding on
We move together seamlessly, him fucking into my throat gently while I deep throat him, his fingers tightening in my hair
"Baby", he moans, "Baby, so good baby"
His words make me happy that I can make him feel so good
The fact that I'm enjoying this too is just a plus
His whole body shakes as we keep going, his cock twitching in my throat
I'm so fucking excited to taste him again, to swallow his load
I don't know what's wrong with me but I assume I'm being such a slut because it's Yoongi
I doubt I'd be like this with anyone else
"I...I'm... I'm", he chokes out and I nod to let him know it's ok
Sinking down on his cock, his hips move up, his length going in deep
He holds me on his dick as his warm yummy cum spurts down my throat
"Fuck Joanne, oh fuck", he cries as I swallow and suck, eager to get it all as I watch him cum
My god, it's such a beautiful sight
The pleasure on his face makes him look so ethereal
When he finishes, he loosens his grip on my hair, his fingers sliding out, looking dazed as he breathes hard
I move off his dick, making sure I lick his slit for the rest of his cum
Sitting up, I swallow a few more times, the waistband of his boxers slipping back up
He sits up right away, startling me, a look I can't place in his eyes and I hope he's not going to say he regrets what happened
Although he probably will
It's cheating and once he's over the shock he'll probably be upset with himself and me for letting it happen
He doesn't say anything, instead shocking me as his hand moves back in my hair and he pulls me to him, his lips crashing into mine
I don't think, throwing my arms around his neck, kissing him back, my body so hot and electrified
He pulls me into his lap and the next thing I know, he's standing up, carrying me as he walks
He bumps into the walls a few times but no damage is done to either of us as he gets into my room
He sits on my bed with me in his lap, his hands on my back, undoing my bra, his lips never leaving mine
I reluctantly move my arms from his neck so he can get the bra off
His hands are immediately around my boobs, squeezing gently while his fingers play with my nipples
Pleasure zaps down to my already soaked cunt, a small moan escaping against his lips
I feel him smile into the kiss, his arms back around me as he turns us, laying me on the bed
His lips leave mine instead pressing right into my neck, a moan now leaving my mouth
"God, you sound so fucking pretty"
He peppers kisses all over my neck then starts going down to my collarbone and my chest
His hands are on another path, slowly running down my body, setting my skin alight with every touch of his fingers
His mouth moves around my nipple, sucking gently as his hands reach my pants, making my cunt so much more fucking wet, my body arching off the bed
"Yoongi", I cry as a moan comes from him
He switches to my other nipple, his tongue flying over it as he pulls my pants and panties down at the same time
He gets everything off, leaving me completely naked, his lips now travelling down my stomach, feeling so soft, so fucking good
When he gets to my lower stomach, he kisses everywhere as he opens my legs, pulling me down the bed as he kneels on the floor
He kisses lower and lower, the anticipation killing me
His tongue finally licks along my pussy and I let out the loudest pornographic moan I've ever had
Just that one touch has me seeing stars, feeling utterly good
His tongue licks over and over, up and down as he buries his face in my pussy, his tattooed fingers digging into my thighs as he holds me wide open
"So fucking good jagi", he groans, between licks, "So fucking sweet. God fucking damnit I love the way you taste"
My brain malfunctions as his words struggle to penetrate, the pleasure taking over
His tongue slides down, dipping into my hole, both of us moaning lewdly as my pussy clenches his tongue
His tongue leaves my cunt only to slide back in, deeper than before, my hips raising, pushing my cunt into his mouth more
As he tongue fucks my pussy, I plunge my hands in his hair, holding on and grinding my pussy against his face
"Yoongi", I cry, lost in the bliss he's providing
Lost in him
"Yes jagi", he groans, "Say my name baby. Fuck, wanna hear you say my name"
That will not be a problem whatsoever
"Yoongi", I moan, "Fuck baby, that tongue is so fucking good"
"Mmm", he murmurs, sliding up out of my hole and flicking my clit
"Fuck!", I scream, my whole body shaking
"Feels good?", he asks, his beautiful eyes meeting mine
I nod, panting hard
He licks my clit again, running his entire tongue over it, from the back to the tip
And repeats the same movements over and over, driving me insane and throwing me into pleasure I've never known before
Pleasure I know only Yoongi can give me
His mouth wraps around my clit, sucking long and hard, my thighs shaking around his head as I pull his hair and scream
"Yes baby, fuck", I yell, "Don't stop. Yoongi! Fuck!"
"Mm jagi", he murmurs, speeding up how fast he sucks
My entire body is in ecstasy, feeling like I'm going to explode
The next suck sends me head first into an explosive orgasm and I scream his name as ecstasy tsunamis over me
"Yoongi!", I scream, "Yoongi! Yoongi! Yoongi!"
My vision turns white as pleasure wracks my body, Yoongi's talented mouth not stopping
He groans into my clit, the vibrations only adding to the bliss and running up my spine
It's so much, too much, just enough and not enough all at the same time
Yoongi slides his tongue down to my hole as I come down from my orgasm, licking up and moaning about how good I taste
"So sweet. Fuck"
When he's done, he moves on top of me, kissing me softly
Wrapping my arms around his body, I hold him tightly, trailing my fingers up and down his back
I swear I could kiss him forever
As we make out, I feel his dick becoming harder against my leg
Reaching down, I slide my hand in his boxers, wrapping around his semi hard length and move up and down
He breaks the kiss, his forehead against mine as he moans softly
He grows harder and harder in my hand with every stroke, his whimpers so fucking pretty
Increasing my speed, I get him fully hard but I don't stop, intending on making him cum again
His eyes close as his hand moves down, stopping mine and taking it out of his boxers
I'm immediately embarrassed and scolding myself for assuming he wanted more
Idiot
I'm about to apologize when he murmurs, "I want to be inside you"
My breath hitches, wondering, hoping I heard him right
His eyes open, looking into mine, "Can I be inside you?"
My god, I want that so much
I didn't think he'd actually want sex
I thought oral would have been enough
But he wants more and I'm going to give him whatever he wants
"Yes", I answer, lifting my head and kissing his soft lips while I push his boxers down
He moves off me to get them completely off and when he comes back, I sit up and taking his hand, I pull him down, moving him to his back as I climb in his lap
He doesn't need to do any work tonight
I want to show him how much he's wanted, how worth it he is
I want to make him feel good
Hovering over his cock, I move him to my hole and sink down on him
His body tenses as he whimpers, his cock so fucking big that I have to push down hard just to get the first inch in
He stretches my hole wider than I've ever been stretched before, making my cunt water like a faucet, shivers of pleasure running up my spine
"Fuck, fuck, fuck", I chant as I take one fat inch at a time, my pussy sucking him in, throbbing hard already
"Oh fuck, Jo, oh fuck", he cries, the pleasure on his face so fucking beautiful, his breathing escalating, his hands on my hips, pushing me down on him
He bottoms out with both of us yelling loudly, shivers taking over my body
We're a completely snug fit, no extra room, his head nestled against my spot
I know any rock on his cock will feel amazing
"Oh my fucking god, you're so tight", he groans, his eyes squeezing shut, "How..I can't...so good... Never been in a pussy this tight before. Fuck"
I smile to myself as I lean back on his legs and slide up his cock
His eyes shoot open and look down just as I descend down his length, watching my pussy take him
I stop right before I bottom him out, then surge down hard, letting his fat head crash into my spot, bliss shooting up my body
With that I start bouncing, getting a good pace going, throwing both of us into pleasure
His fingers dig into my hips as I move, his eyes slowly looking up my body, starting from my pussy, all the way up to my face
He bites his lip as he looks and for some reason I don't feel shy at all when normally I would
Yoongi just always made me feel comfortable around him and that hasn't changed because we're naked together
His fingers slide up my body so softly, slowly, his touch making my skin shiver, feeling so good as I bounce on him
Closing my eyes, I revel in his touch, riding him a bit harder, the drag of his cock going in and out of me so fucking incredible
His head hits my spot with every bounce down, spreading me open so wide, so pleasurably
I swear I've never had sex this good before
His hands move around my boobs, squeezing gently, his thumbs running over my nipples, sending pleasure straight down to my cunt
"Yoongi", I whimper, so close
"Cum for me", he whispers and that seals it
Dropping my hips down, I take him all in, moaning his name so loudly as pure ecstasy takes over my body
"Yoongi", I cry, my body shaking on top of him, my cunt clenching him over and over as I cum, his pretty moans reaching my ears
My god this has to be the best orgasm I ever experienced
Of course Yoongi is the one to give it to me
Of course
"Please ride me", he begs as I finish, "I need more"
I nod, leaning on his stomach, resuming my bounces
"Oh fuck", he moans, his head pushing back into the pillow as I take him inside me over and over, making sure I clench down on his cock as I do
He's so fucking big, I can feel every ridge, every fucking inch inside me
I'm so fucking wet, making it easier to take his big cock
As I move on him, I move my hands up his body slowly, reveling in how soft his sweaty skin is under my palms, the beautiful colors of his tattoos swirling together
I wish I could spend an entire night tracing the lines, kissing every tattoo, every part of his body
I wish I could love him like I want to, tell him how much I love him so he knows he's worth everything
So he knows someone wants him more than anything in this world
I can't so I have to settle for showing him this way, knowing he'll never understand how much he means to me
Pushing those thoughts away, I focus on him right now, on making him feel good
Taking his whole cock inside me, I rock on him, throbbing hard, sliding my hand to his cheek, stroking gently
His eyes open and he looks up at me through his wet hair, sweat glistening on his body
He is utterly ethereal
"Fuck Yoongi", I whisper, running my fingers in his hair as I grind on him, "You're so fucking beautiful"
His cheeks immediately blush as he sits up, pulling me right against him, his lips kissing mine
Falling into his kiss, I move my arms around his neck, sliding my fingers in the back of his hair, as I keep rocking my hips
His arm moves around me, holding me against him, our sweat mixing together
His free hand moves between us, his fingers against my clit, rubbing quickly
Pleasure surges through me as I moan in his mouth, grinding on him faster, his tongue pressed against mine
His fingers keep moving as I pulse around his fat cock, his head rubbing my spot
The pleasure is so intense and the next movements send me head first into another blissful orgasm
I kiss him harder, his fingers rubbing me through it as he swallows my moans
When I finish, his arms wrap around me, laying down, taking me with him
He kisses me as his hands slide down my back to my ass, gripping hard
He thrusts up into me, his cock forcing me open, his head hitting my spot so hard, stars blast in my vision from the sheer bliss
He moves faster, fucking into my pussy, going so deep inside me I can feel him in my stomach
Breaking the kiss, he moans loudly as I bury my face in his neck
"Feels so good", he moans, "So fucking good"
I moan into his neck at how utterly good he feels
"Small tight pussy", he murmurs, thrusting harder, his cock completely wrecking me, "So good. So wet for me"
"Mmm, only wet like this for you", I murmur
"Fuck", he groans, pumping faster, the sound of his cock plunging in my wet hole so loud and erotic
"So big Yoongi, fuck your cock is so big. Feels so good"
"Yeah, it's good enough for you?", he asks softly as he pants
"Perfect Yoongi", I tell him, "You're so perfect"
"Fuck", he whimpers, his hips not missing a single stroke as I clench down on his length again and again
His fingers press into my skin so hard I'm sure I'm going to have bruises and I'm more than fine with that
"I...I..where should I....fuck....", he groans
"Inside", I whine
"Are you sure?", he moans, bringing me right there, his cock throbbing so fast inside my pussy
"Yes!", I cry, falling over the edge, a typhoon of ecstasy crashing over me, "Cum inside me Yoongi!"
"Fuck!", he screams, slamming inside, his hot sticky cum exploding inside me, my pussy milking him for everything as we ride the pleasure together
"Joanne, oh fuck", he cries, "Yes, yes fuck"
"Yes Yoongi", I whimper, watching the gorgeous sight of him orgasming as he moans my name
I wish I could see this all the time, he's so fucking beautiful it's stupid
Little by little the pleasure fades, leaving both of us breathless
I slide off him, laying next to him, trying to catch my breath
His eyes are closed, his chest rising, his hair soaked in sweat
He's never looked so good
After a few minutes, his eyes open, he looks over at me and whispers, "Shit"
Dread is filling my body and my heart hurts as I wait for what I know is coming
He sits up and I follow suit, grabbing my blanket and covering myself
Almost like it's armor for what's coming
"We shouldn't have done this", he says softly
I knew it
"I don't cheat. I never cheated. I don't know why I....we shouldn't have"
Tears fill my eyes but I hold them back
I won't cry in front of him, not over sex he regrets
"We should have stopped. After the first kiss we should have stopped"
I just nod slowly, "I'm sorry"
I knew he would regret it
Deep down I knew that
He's all about Mia, he puts up with her flirting, he wants her
I was a mistake
I don't regret it but that's because I'm in love with him
I didn't mean for him to cheat on Mia, it's just...when he kissed me everything left my mind except for him
I wasn't thinking about anything but him, how he felt, wanting to make him feel good
I should of thought and stopped it
Because I rather have not had him at all instead of him regretting being with me
"I need to go", he says, getting up
"Ok", I whisper
I stay rooted in my bed as he gets his boxers on
He leaves my room and I hear him moving in the living room, probably getting dressed
I hear his footsteps then my front door opening and closing
He left
He didn't say goodbye, didn't say anything
Just left
The tears pool in my eyes as I get up
Leaving my room, I lock my front door then go to the bathroom and clean up
I breathe in, trying to calm myself down while I get PJs on
Crawling back into bed, I pull the covers over me as I lay down, holding onto one of my pillows
And I finally break, sobbing into my pillow, the pain of my heart breaking intense
I'm terrified I lost Yoongi completely, lost his friendship
We've been by each other's side since we were kids, I don't know how to be without him
It wasn't worth it if I lose him
I was so happy in the beginning of the night when he kissed me and now I'm miserable
And I wish it never happened
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One month later
Parking my car, I get out and head towards Yoongi's house
I haven't heard from him since the night we were together
I tried calling him, tried texting him for a month
I sent apology message after apology message through text and voicemails
Asking if we could talk
Then telling him that we can pretend it didn't happen
Then begging him to just call me back, just send me one message
Just let me know he's ok
Nothing
This is the last resort
I know I most likely lost him but I need to know for sure
If I have to try to get over him, I need to know for sure that our friendship is over
This is the only way
As I get closer to his door, I hear arguing and a girl's voice yelling but I can't make out what's being said
I'm not sure if it's a real argument or one from a movie or TV show
If it's a real argument with him and Mia, I'll leave
Going up the three stairs to his door, I take a breath, reach out and ring the doorbell
As I wait, I hear the yelling get closer
"...have to be fucking kidding me!"
The door swings open and I'm face to face with Mia, Yoongi coming towards the door behind her
"You", she snarls and the next thing I know pain explodes in my face as my vision swims and my head snaps to the side
My body follows my head and I wobble to the side, my foot flying off the step
I hit the ground, my body tumbling hard down the stairs, my temple smacking and scraping against the last step
Fuck
Oh god it hurts
"Joanne!", I hear Yoongi yell
"You slept with my boyfriend?", Mia shrieks, her voice painfully going right through my head
I close my eyes for a second, willing the nausea to go away
"You fucking slut!", Mia yells as I slowly sit up, "Do you open your whore legs for anyone? Not only do you fuck your ex, now you want to fuck your best friend too?"
I'm trying so hard to focus on what she's saying but it's hard
It feels like my head is swimming and I'm trying not to throw up
I touch my temple where the pain is and it feels wet
Pulling my hand away, I see red all over my finger tips
Blood
I'm bleeding
Fuck
"Mia, stop"
"Shut up Yoongi!", she yells, "You fucking cheated on me. With that!"
"It was a mistake", I groan out, slowly standing, needing to get the fuck away from here, "He regrets it"
"No I don't", I hear him say
Or I think he said but I'm not sure
My head feels woozy
He probably said something else and I misheard
"But you don't regret it do you?", she snarls
"I uh...", I say, forcing my eyes open, "Uh, no"
"You fucking bitch", she snaps, starting to come towards me
Oh god, I'm gonna get my ass kicked
"Stop it Mia", Yoongi yells, moving in front of her, stopping her, his back to me
I need to leave asap
"You stay the fuck away from him!", she yells, "Don't fucking come near him or I'll kill you!"
I believe her and right now I'm not in any condition to fight
"Do you hear me?", she shouts
"Yes", I answer, backing away as I realize that Yoongi isn't telling her to stop
He isn't arguing with her
He's letting her say these things to me and he...agrees with it
The rest of my heart that was intact completely shatters
I lost him
I turn around, hurrying back to my car, tears falling down my face as Mia continues to scream at me to never come back
She doesn't have to worry
I won't
Yoongi doesn't want me there, doesn't want me in his life so she'll never see me again
Getting in my car, I start it and take off
I need to go home
Not only am I heartbroken, I'm injured, bleeding and I think I may have a concussion
I need to get home so I can fall apart in peace
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That Wasn't Quiet: 12 Days of Smut #5
Bucky Barnes x Reader One-Shot
Fully inspired by this tiktok from @the.stark.internship: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8u74sXe/
Summary: You've been on the run for two months and now that the team has found you, they don't trust you to be alone. Of course, Bucky is one of the ones assigned to keep an eye on you through the night, even though you two have a bit of a history.
Warnings: profanity, teasing, oral sex (female receiving), slight exhibitionism (someone overhears), fingering, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!
Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires any other warnings.
Word Count: 3.2k
A/N: This one isn't Christmas-themed because truthfully, I forgot about that. It takes place sometime after Captain America: Civil War but before TFATWS, not that that matters much for a one-shot. Also can everyone go look at @littlemiss-yeehaw's fckin INSANE SKETCH OF A HAIR-PULLING BUCKY BARNES BECAUSE I'M STILL NOT OVER IT THANKS.
“How’re we doing, boys?” Nat asks the question immediately upon entering the surveillance room of the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre in Berlin. She’s the last to arrive. She glances around the room, letting her eyes scan over the expressions of Steve, Sam, and Bucky. They all look quite done with the situation at hand.
“She’s not talking.” Steve answers. He’s standing with his back against the far wall, with his arms crossed over his chest and a slightly defeated look on his face. Bucky, however, looks more determined than defeated.
“She’s about to.” Bucky’s tone is so calm and certain that it draws all eyes to him as he pushes himself off of the table he was sitting on. Nat looks at him, her interest clearly piqued, before glancing back over at Steve, wondering if she should be concerned. Steve gives Bucky a hard stare, while Sam turns his head to watch as the man with the metal arm and perpetual bad attitude heads straight for the door. No one makes a move to stop him. Instead, as the door shuts behind Bucky, everyone turns their attention to the surveillance screen that shows you. You’re locked in a secure glass chamber, with your arms and legs immobilized by metal restraints, and even your shoulders are held in place by something similar. The only movements that you’re free to make are within the normal range of motion of your head. Everyone watches as Bucky steps into the secure holding area and stops a few feet away from the glass that separates you and him.
“Bucky Barnes.” You say his name with amusement. You find it amusing that he’s the team’s last resort. First, Steve tried to get through to you. Steve is just too nice, he was never going to get anything out of you. Then, Sam tried to rationalize his way into your mind. Of course, that was about as effective as Steve’s good cop approach. Next, they sent in Agent Everett Ross. You have to admit, Ross was good. If you were going to tell any of them anything, it probably would’ve been him. He has that whole I’m-on-your-side-and-I-can-help-you thing down pat. But you were waiting to see if Bucky would take a shot at you. You wanted to see him. Now he stands before you, wearing one of his signature Henley tees and hiding that irresistible silver arm from you. “You just couldn’t stay away, could you?” You tease.
“I could, but where’s the fun in that?” He plays along, but he’s actively denying himself the pleasure of looking at you. He’s keeping his eyes down on his hands, where he’s using a small cloth to clean the crevices of his metal knuckles. You imagine he probably scuffed it up a bit during the scuffle earlier today. It took the entire GSG 9 team along with Steve, Bucky, and Sam to capture you and bring you here. You never were one to go down without a fight.
“Why don’t you go ahead and ask your questions? Get them out of the way so we can get to the good part of all of this.” Your eyes are tracking every move he makes with his hands. You’re mesmerized but trying your best to focus on your goal.
“And what’s the good part of all of this, sweetheart?” Fuck. He hasn’t called you a name like that since… Images of the last time you were together start flooding through your mind. Your memory is a blur of his hands on your hips, his lips against your ear as you sink down on his cock, and that stupid name rolling off of his tongue: sweetheart. As you’re lost in thought, Bucky’s taking the chance to look at you. You look just like you did the last time he saw you, barely two months ago. The only thing that’s different about your appearance now is the bruise over your left eye and the cut over your cheekbone. He finds himself wanting to severely injure whichever GSG 9 agent it was that laid hands on you hard enough to cause even those minor wounds, but he can’t think about that right now. He needs answers.
“The good part will be the moment you realize you still need me, in about three minutes, give or take a few.” You say smugly, tilting your head to one side since it’s really the only move you can currently make. Bucky tsks, tucking the small cloth in the back pocket of his dark jeans before looking you dead in the eyes.
“Why are you in Berlin?” He asks plainly. Wow, right to business then. You expected him to at least question what you meant when you said that he still needed you.
“I needed to speak with an inmate at the Berlin Correctional Facility.” You answer honestly. He’s already gotten more info out of you than anyone else has today, but that’s all part of your plan.
“Zemo.” Bucky says coolly. You nod slowly, awaiting Bucky’s next question. “What information does Zemo have that you’re interested in?”
“He knows someone that has the ability to reverse the effects of the super soldier serum.”
Your words send a blanket of silence throughout the surveillance room, as well as sending a new wave of realization rushing through Bucky’s mind. This is why you disappeared two months ago. All of those times you talked about wishing you’d never been injected with the serum, all of those hours that Bucky knew you spent researching and experimenting on your own blood samples looking for a way to reverse the effects, Bucky should’ve known. He should’ve known the day you disappeared from New York that you were simply continuing your efforts to get yourself back to normal. But, he never put two and two together. Instead, he believed it when he was told that you’d been compromised, that you’d gone dark and that the serum had likely brought the worst parts of you into the limelight. All of this time, everyone assumed you’d been working against SHIELD and the Avengers as a rogue agent. They were all dead wrong.
“This is the part where you realize you need me.” You say with a smirk. “You need me because I’m the only one that’s ever wanted to reverse the effects of this serum, I’m the only one with the research and the leads that I have now. There are other super soldiers out there besides the three of us in here, and a lot of them do way more harm than good. If I can get to this guy that Zemo knows, we’ll have a chance at righting a few wrongs.”
“Why should we trust you now? You’ve been gone for two months and you’ve left a trail of dead bodies and destruction everywhere that you’ve been.” Bucky’s eyes are narrowed at you now, analyzing every face you make and every word that leaves your lips.
“I said you needed me. I didn’t say you had to trust me.”
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It’s a long three hours later when you’re finally set free from the uncomfortable glass chamber. Agent Ross insisted they keep you in magnetic handcuffs, though you think it’s more for his peace of mind than anything, because with a little effort and determination you think you could pretty easily get out of them. You sit in the backseat of a car with Steve on your left and Bucky on your right, his cold metal arm pressing against your side due to the lack of space the two giant men leave you. Agent Ross is driving while Nat sits in the passenger seat. Sam chose to fly ahead and scope out the safehouse you’re being taken to for the night. Since you’re still not trusted, they’ll be leaving you, Steve, and Bucky there overnight. They figured you wouldn’t be able to fight two super soldiers on your own, and even if you did manage to take them both down, there wouldn’t be anyone else around for you to possibly severely injure or leave dead on your way out.
You fight the urge to be an annoying little shit for the duration of the car ride, and instead remain silent. You can be an annoying little shit once you’re locked in the safehouse for the night. The plan is to head over to the Berlin Correctional Facility first thing in the morning to meet with Zemo and find out what he knows. Until then, you’re going to be kept under the watchful eyes of Steve and Bucky. Steve isn’t feeling great about the plan at all. He’s the only one that knows you and Bucky have a bit of a past. He doesn’t even know what exactly that past is, but he’s always been able to sense the tension between you two. He sees the way Bucky looks at you like he’s both angry that you’d leave and angry that you didn’t invite him to run away with you. It almost makes him wonder if having Bucky here with you tonight is going to be more trouble than it’s worth. Maybe they should’ve had Nat stay instead.
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The safehouse is small as shit. There are exactly two bedrooms, not a single window in the whole place, and even the couch in the living room is only a two-seater. You’ve decided Berlin sucks. You had to fight Steve and Bucky just to be allowed to have a shower, with the two men only giving in if you agreed to leave the door open while they sat out of sight in the living room.
As you’re in the shower, rinsing the soapy suds off of your skin, Bucky’s sitting next to Steve on the couch, actively trying not to think about how naked you are just down the hallway. He can’t seem to shake a specific memory that’s playing behind his eyelids every time he blinks. He had your front pressed up against one of the gym shower walls, fucking into you so slowly and silently that no one ever would’ve realized you were about to cum on his cock for the second time that day. God, you were always so pliant for him, so ready for his touch at any given time. He has to wonder if you’d still be that way after two months without him. Have you thought about him while you’ve been away?
“Maybe you should go check on her.” Steve says to Bucky, tilting his head in the direction of the open bathroom door. You’ve been in there for almost twenty minutes now, when they originally gave you a ten-minute limit. There isn’t any way you could possibly escape through the bathroom walls, but they still don’t trust you to be alone and out of their sight for that long.
“Why me?” Bucky asks, raising an eyebrow at Steve.
“You know why.” Steve chuckles, hinting to Bucky that he knows there’s been something between you and him. Bucky shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he stands up and treks down the short hallway. You can hear his footsteps before he ever has a chance to say anything, and you quickly cut the running water off.
“You’re really taking your time in here.” Bucky points out, stopping right outside of the bathroom door. He can see the reflection of the shower curtain in the bathroom mirror from where he’s standing. He only has a second to notice the way your towel is folded up on the bathroom sink, a good two steps away from the shower, before you pull the curtain open confidently. His eyes freeze on your naked reflection in the fogged up mirror and all of the blood in his veins reroutes straight to his cock. “What the hell are you doing?” He asks harshly, quickly stepping into the bathroom and throwing the door shut behind him. He sure as hell isn’t going to let Steve see you like this.
“You said I had to leave the door open, I was just following orders. I can’t reach my towel from here.” You say innocently, pushing out your bottom lip in a fake pout. Bucky isn’t even facing you, he’s standing facing the bathroom sink and mirror, with his eyes shut tightly.
“You’re so damn manipulative.” Bucky spits the words out through clenched teeth before grasping the towel in his right hand and tossing it over his shoulder to you. You towel yourself dry quickly before wrapping it around your figure and stepping out of the shower. The bathroom is so small that you have no choice other than to brush against Bucky’s back as you pull the curtain closed. He tenses up as soon as he feels how close you are to him.
“Tell me something, Bucky.” You whisper. You let your fingers trail down his back lightly, surprised that he hasn’t turned around and shoved you away yet. “You’ve missed me, haven’t you?”
“Get dressed.” He says flatly, opening his eyes for a moment to verify that your clothes are still sitting on the other side of the bathroom sink.
“No.” Your answer is defiant. You let your hand fall away from his back but you keep your eyes focused on his frame, on the way his shoulders are moving up and down with each heavy breath he takes. He’s trying to keep himself calm and composed. Knowing how easy it was to get him riled up back when the two of you messed around only makes this whole situation laughable. He already wants to fuck, and you’ve barely done anything.
“Why are you making this so hard?” He questions, boldly turning around to face you in your towel-clad state.
“What’s so hard?” The teasing lilt in your tone is driving him insane. He watches as you stand three inches in front of him, letting your eyes travel down his body to land right over his hard-on. His jeans can only do so much to hide it. “Oh, I see.” You laugh lightly, noting his boner. Bucky feels enraged. Enraged that you left two months ago, enraged that you never once tried to reach out to him or ask him for help with your little side mission, and especially enraged that you’re standing here right now teasing him, like you haven’t also been reliving your past sexual trysts with him. You want him as much as he wants you right now, and he can prove it. He will prove it.
In one swift move, Bucky grabs your waist and spins you to the side, pinning your back against the bathroom door before sliding down to his knees in front of you. In another second, he’s tugging on the bottom of your towel, forcing it to unwrap from your figure and fall to the floor around your feet. When he has you fully naked for him, he looks up at you with his lust-blown eyes.
“You’re going to be quiet for me.” There’s no hint of a question in his voice, and you can only nod in response. “Good girl.”
Bucky nudges your knees apart with his hand before hitching your left leg up and over his shoulder. Shit. Is he really going to eat you out right here, with his best friend only a few feet away from the thin wooden door that your back is pressed against right now? You look down as Bucky leans forward and captures your clit in his mouth, licking and sucking on it with enough passion to make your head spin. Your back arches off of the door as your fingers card through his hair, pulling his face impossibly closer to your cunt. Any other time, Bucky probably would’ve pulled back and told you to be patient. But this time, he’s feeling every bit as impatient as you. So, he continues to work on your clit, circling the tip of his tongue around it just like he used to do when he wanted to drive you crazy in bed. His metal hand is gripping your ass while his flesh hand moves to join his mouth between your legs. He teases your entrance with a fingertip for a moment, and just as you’re about to beg for more, he plunges it into you up to the first joint. The moan that sneaks past your lips is a good bit louder than you expected it to be and Bucky pulls back abruptly, giving you a stern look and squeezing your ass with his metal hand.
“What did I say?”
“I’ll be quiet.” You promise, in a hushed tone. Bucky eyes you coldly for a second before nodding and putting his mouth right back where it belongs. He steals a look up at you to find you covering your mouth with one hand while the other hand is firmly rooted in his hair. You’re doing so fucking good for him. As a reward, he adds a second finger inside of you, alternating between thrusting them in as deep as they can go and then curling them against your walls.
What you don’t expect is a third finger. When he adds a third finger inside of you, the stretch is a little too much to bear and you moan out louder than before. You expect him to stop, you expect him to pull back and tell you to shut the fuck up, but no. Even though Steve is now fully aware of what’s going on behind the closed bathroom door, Bucky doesn’t stop. Your moan and the fact that Steve knows you’re getting off right now spurs Bucky on so much so that he starts sucking on your clit like it’ll take him right back to two months ago when everything was perfect. He increases the pace of his fingers fucking in and out of your tight, wet cunt, absolutely loving the sounds your body is making. He’s committing those sounds to memory right there on the bathroom floor. A few seconds later, he feels the way your hips are bucking against his face and the way the walls of your pussy are repeatedly clenching around his fingers and he knows.
“Bucky, I’m gonna cum.” You moan out. You’ve stopped caring that Steve can probably hear every bit of what’s happening right now. All you care about is your looming orgasm that’s being held hostage by the man between your legs. Bucky continues doing exactly what he’s doing, working your cunt just right until you finally tip over the edge, falling into perfect bliss over his mouth and fingers. He continues curling his fingers softly inside you and pressing his tongue against your clit as you lightly grind against it. When you finally still above him, he pulls back and sucks the taste of you off of his fingers.
“That wasn’t quiet.” Bucky laughs, looking up at you with a mischievous smile painted across his features.
“No, it wasn’t.” Steve’s slightly unsettled voice echoes from the living room down the hall.
Oops.
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honey ♡ joel miller
rating: E 18+ only
pairing: beekeeper!joel x f!reader
summary: joel is obviously beekeeping age
warnings: not proofread, no outbreak, best friends dad!joel, soft!joel, unspecified 30+ year age gap, a hint unrealistic in the sense that sarah doesn’t care, lots of bee science, mentions of bees/bee stings (ouch), honey play (i had to), fingering, f receiving oral, kitchen sex, pet names, plenty of dirty talk (mhm yes yum)
a/n: i totally didn’t google bee sex for like an hour just to be accurate… nope… no i didn’t. lol enjoy & happy valentines day ;)
“Which eyeshadow should I use?”
You looked at the small, black palette and its array of choices before telling Sarah, “Purple, it goes great with green dresses.”
Sarah began to brush the product onto her eyelids while she talked about her plans for tonight with her boyfriend, Alex; her voice became white noise as you caught a glimpse of her father in the backyard working on something.
“Your dad’s a beekeeper, right?” You asked without realizing you interrupted her.
“Uh… Yeah?”
“Cool… How’d he get into that? Doesn’t seem like the type to… Save bees?”
“What do you mean?” She mumbled beneath her working hand.
Shrugging, you tried to keep your expression and tone neutral. “Aren’t beekeepers usually a bit dorky?”
“My dad is a dork.”
“I mean, not really,” you chuckled, watching the man pull out the different trays and examine them. “It’s cute, your dad keeping bees… How old is he again?”
Sarah only rolled her eyes.
“He’s definitely beekeeping age,” you continued. “Kinda sweet. Him caring for a colony of bees in your backyard.”
Your best friend was now looking at you look at her father—correction: you were ogling him. Your attempts at seeming unbothered by his looks failed. Sarah always said you wore your heart on your forehead sometimes.
You just couldn’t help it; Joel was tall and big and broad and… Older. He wore a tough exterior, one that always intimidated you, but now you see him tending to bees. The man was a softie at heart, not to mention insanely hot.
His skin tanned even deeper from the long hours of being in the sun, and his forehead littered with droplets of sweat. Was it so wrong to think about Joel f—
“Sarah, I wanna fuck your d—“
“Oh, really?”
You shrugged and sat down on her bed. “Can you blame me?! He’s like… Twenty times hotter than the guys our age.”
“He’s also twenty times your age,” she spat.
“Doesn’t he have a brother?” You shamelessly asked.
She scoffed and looked at you in disbelief. “Yeah, who’s married and has three kids.”
You groaned softly. “Bummer.”
“You have a fucking insane sex drive, you know?”
“Ugh, tell me about it,” you whined, “It’s making me masturbate more than I’d like.”
“You know what, if you wanna make the bold attempt to fuck my fifty year old dad then you have my blessing,” she sarcastically told you.
You simply raised an eyebrow and stared at her shit-eating grin, waiting for her to tell you she was joking. “Don’t bullshit me, Sarah, ‘cause you know I will.”
“Ah—la la la la la! I am not—I am not listening to it anymore. Get it out of your system before I take it back.”
You pretended to lock your lips and throw the key away as she got back on her boyfriend, but all you could think about was her dad.
♡
You waited for Sarah’s boyfriend’s car to leave the driveway before shakily fixing your hair and lip gloss, then you walked into the backyard with eyes set on the man and his work.
“Mr. Miller,” you called once you were a few feet away from him.
He looked up for a split second and motioned his head as a greeting, saying your name in response.
“Bees?”
“Yes, ma’am. Somethin’ I can help you with?”
Shrugging, you walked a little closer but kept your distance fearing a bee sting. “Maybe.”
He lifted a panel up and briefly examined it until he noticed the lingering silence. His dark eyes locked with yours and he sensed your hesitation. “You allergic?”
You only shook your head.
“They’re calm if you are.”
I am so not fucking calm right now, you thought.
“C’mere darlin’. I’ll show ya.”
He used his index and middle finger to beckon you, and you instantly fixated on why you were there in the first place.
You made the daring move to take a few more steps, ears coaxed by the hum of the colony.
“They usually only sting if you annoy them, or smell like a flower.”
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t spray floral perfume on my shirt this morning,” you joked.
He almost laughed as the bees didn’t seem to care for you so far. “Honeybees really don’t want to sting you.”
“‘Cause it kills ‘em, right?”
Nodding, Joel says, “Exactly. Their number one goal is to protect the queen. Second is to survive whatever threats they face.”
“How’d you get into this kinda stuff?” You asked.
You were trying to find some way to bring up your question without being sudden or rude, though beekeeping didn’t seem like a helpful topic.
“When Sarah was little she used to get a lot of rashes and she had some bad allergies. That over the counter medicine didn’t help, but honey helped. The natural shit— stuff they sell at the store… Well, it gets expensive. And I didn’t have as good a job as I do now... So I figured I’d give it a go and make my own honey.“
“That’s sweet of you. My dad always had me tough it out,” you chuckled.
“I have plenty stashed away in the kitchen. You’re welcome to take some,” he offered. “Hey, what was it you needed?”
“Oh, uh.” You pursed your lips unsure of whether or not you should lie. “Well, I have this sort of… Itch.”
“Itch? It’s not an STD is it, ‘cause I don’t think honey can help with that.”
You knew it was a deadpan joke but the tension had your face stuck in a scrunch.
“No. Not an STD,” you answered. “I just, uh… I really like you, I guess.”
“I hope so, you’ve been eating up half my groceries for the past twenty somethin’ years.”
Idiot.
“No, I mean…” You realized you wouldn’t be able to ask him. “Never mind, uh. Just forget it.”
He watched you turn and begin walking away before it dawned on him. “Oh!”
You faced him again, scratching your head and giving him a nervous look. “Yeah, like I said: forget it. We can just pretend I never asked—“
“Come here,” he said, adjusting his jeans and walking to the other side of the apiary. “Wanna show ya somethin’.”
You rolled your eyes, fighting your stress response of fleeing the scene and standing beside him again.
“Do you know why bees are so loyal to their queen?” He asked after pulling a panel out to show you.
“Mnh-mnh.”
“The queen is the only bee in the entire hive that can produce more bees. Again, a bee’s second main goal is to preserve the life of their species. The queen produces pheromones that calm the bees down and keep the structure within the colony. Drone bees are male bees that really only exist to mate with the queen when she’s a virgin and out of the hive. Worker bees are females that aren’t the queen, but they’re very nurturing. Especially to the queen because she’s the one in charge.”
“Ahh, a matriarchy. Count me in,” you giggled.
Joel chuckled and pulled a switchblade out of his pocket before forcing the blade to whip out. “Do you know how bees mate?”
His voice sounded a little more quiet, and his eyes met yours with curiosity. You shook your head and waited for him to explain.
“When a new queen is selected, she goes out just one time to find a group of drones who will essentially take her virginity. And drones have an endophallus so after they ejaculate into her, their insides are ripped out and the drone dies. When a new drone comes up to mate with the queen, he removes the last guy’s endophallus and does the same thing. Mate with her… And die. She can mate with about ten or twenty different drones before flying back to the hive and laying eggs.”
“So the drones’ only purpose is to mate with a queen?” You asked.
He began cutting away a small piece of the wax, and the honey trickled down slowly.
“It’s the only reason he lives,” Joel muttered. You watched his thick fingers scoop up the liquid gold and he raised them to your lips. “He waits… And waits… And waits… For the right queen to come along.”
He smirked at your amused expression.
“Are you trying to seduce me by telling me the sexual nature of bees?”
He softly shook his head and glanced at your shiny lips. “Not trying to seduce you. Just tellin’ you what most men really want.”
Exhaling, you tried to ignore his fingers lingering in front of your face. The sickly sweet smell of honey filled your nostrils as his words echoed inside of your head.
“Go on,” he whispered, “have a taste.”
It took you a few extra seconds to build up the confidence in order to take him on his dare, but you made sure you did it as slowly as possible.
Your lips parted and he immediately felt your warm breath flow over his fingers; instinctively, your tongue darted out to catch a drop of the honey before it fell to the ground. Then you wrapped your lips around his digits, softly moaning at the sweet tasting nectar that coated his wood scented fingers.
WIth steady eyes you watch his brown orbs darken with lust, hearing him let out a huff and seeing the muscles in his face relax as if your slick tongue gave him the satisfaction he’d been seeking for a long time.
You swirled your tongue around, persisted to taste every last drop. The thickness coated your throat while you desperately wanted it to be something other than honey.
Your lips left his hand with a wet pop that prompted him to lick whatever saliva and honey remained on his fingers.
“Tastes good.”
“Just good?”
“Tastes delicious,” you corrected.
He let out a soft chuckle and put the wood panel back in its place.
“Sarah know you’re out here?”
After rolling your eyes and smirking you said, “She doesn’t need to know. Actually quite sure she wouldn’t want to know. Besides, Alex just picked her up, so.”
“So we’re all alone,” he finished.
“I’m gonna go get some of that honey you were talking about. Though I might need your help finding the right cabinet.”
He watched you walk back into the house before following you; once inside he saw you reaching into a cabinet in the corner, but a big red bruise on your arm caught his attention.
Joel walked over to you and grabbed your arm. Confused, you tried to see what he was looking at to no avail.
“You got stung right here,” he said as if he read your mind. He started walking over to the correct cabinet.
Frowning, you lifted your arm before spotting the bump. “Weird. Didn’t even feel it.”
“S’normal,” he muttered.
He stepped in front you to lift you up underneath your arms and sit you on top of the kitchen island.
You carefully watched as he opened up a sealed mason jar and stood between your legs.
“Mmkay. Lift your arm up.”
You did as he told and tried not to grimace while he scraped the stinger out. Honestly you didn’t have to try too hard; he looked so good like this, taking good care of you. Focused and confident like he’d done this a million times. You were certain he had.
He dipped a finger into the jar and swiped a little honey over the bump, carefully rubbing it in and drifting his gaze to your eyes.
“Helps the itch,” he spoke. “You said you had one, right?”
“Think I’ve got a bigger itch,” you replied.
“Hmm. Where at?”
Biting your bottom lip you trailed a finger over your neck, finding your sweet spot and rubbing a small circle over it. “Here.”
Joel rubbed a some honey on your neck and lapped it up like a thirsty dog. He held back on sucking the skin, mindful that you might not be fond of hickeys.
“I get it?” His voice strained.
You hummed. “No… No it’s went down a little bit. Tryyy… Here.”
Your clavicle.
More honey. More licking.
“How ‘bout now?”
You took your shirt off revealing your breasts. “Try here, and here.”
Your breath shook when the cold liquid was smeared over your hardened nipples. Once he took the first one into his mouth you let a desperate breath and held the curve of his head in your palm, letting him have his way with your tits.
“Nope, still there,” you spoke once he pulled away.
His fingers found the button on your shorts, then the zipper.
“Damn itches,” he said, “they’re always so damn stubborn. Ain’t that right? S’okay. Think I have a remedy for that.”
Just like that your shorts and panties were off and his fingers scooped up some more honey—more than what was necessary for anything.
He bent down to your glistening pussy and lazily rubbed the honey all over. You’d be lying if you said that alone didn’t make that knot inside of you twist harder.
Joel’s tongue eagerly met your clit, and he didn’t bother wasting anymore time with teasing you. A gurgling moan left his mouth once he tasted your juices mixing with the honey, creating the perfect elixir for his tastebuds.
Your legs clamped around his head reactively but he was strong enough to force them apart and keep them open.
Whilst he sucked and pulled and lapped around your clit, your hands were reaching, searching for anything to grasp. As a result you ended up knocking over the jar and spilling its contents, but you were too dazed to give a fuck.
Somewhat annoyed with you flailing around like you’d never been eaten out before, Joel smacked the back of your thigh. You shuddered and calmed your body down, settling with pulling on his hair relentlessly since the force of his smack stung a little.
He preferred it that way; take your tension out on him. Make him hurt if it meant you felt good. It only stroked his ego.
His tongue slipped between your pussy lips and slurped up whatever it could, the vibrations making you cry out his name. He did it again and again and again and again and a-fucking-gain until he was certain you were screaming from an orgasm.
Joel moaned at your thick cum pouring out of your cunt and down his sticky chin, drinking up anything he wasn’t missing.
He only stopped when he figured you’d had enough and stood eye level with you while fumbling with his belt buckle.
“I think that itch got a little deeper now,” he cockily said, “wouldn’t you say?”
Your eyes were wide, pupils nearly blown, mouth agape, and chest heaving. “I think you can reach it just fine, Joel.”
Holding back a boastful laugh, he lined his erection up with your soft entrance and slid inside carefully.
“So pretty,” he whispered, “you look so fucking pretty like this, baby.”
You pulled his face in for a sloppy kiss, happily tasting the mixture of you and his honey. He noticed your hand was tacky from the spill and stuck a few fingers into his mouth, spreading the stickiness anywhere he could get it.
“Your cock,” you moaned into his chin. “So big.”
“It’s all yours, princess,” he moaned.
His hips pulled back and then snapped back into yours; his tip pressing into the deepest part of your pussy.
“Fuck. You get so fucking deep,” he praised. “S’it feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” you said against your will. “Oh my God, just like tha—fuck!”
Joel fucked you just the way you liked: fast, but not sloppily or too hard. He watched his cock disappear into you a dozen times, and he grew harder than he ever had before.
“You look so pretty with my cock inside. Such a dirty fucking girl,” he shouted over your moans. “You take it so well, baby.”
Joel felt the his orgasm begin to arrive so he pulled out and took a step back; you whined a bit and reached for him but you were already so sore.
Meanwhile he just undressed himself and laid you down on the marble countertop, climbing on top of you not long after.
“I hear you, baby,” he cooed. “You don’t need to beg… I’m gon’ take real good care a’you.”
You lazily smiled and wrapped your legs around his broad waist.
“There you go,” he whispered against your lips as he slid back into you, hearing your whines turn into moans. “There you go, sweetheart. I got you.”
He returned back to his original pace, only his hips thrusted harder into you. You felt every curve and vein along his cock, every inch he gave to you.
Your nails clawed at his back and feet dug into his hips. You reached for him in any way you could. His lips danced with yours as you drank each other’s honey-coated moans.
“Joel, fuck. Oh, Joel I’m gonna cum,” you admitted.
He felt your back arch off of the counter as if your tone was indicating enough.
“I know, baby, I know. You’re doing so well. I got you, I got you. Need you to look at me, darlin’, can you do that? Can ya look at me with those pretty eyes when you cum?”
You struggled to open your eyes, wanting to wilt up at the intensity building inside of you. But once you saw his eyes again you were hooked.
“Good girl,” he chuckled, wearing the proudest grin imaginable. “Doing such a good job, let it out sweetie. You can cum.”
“I’m cu—oh!”
“I know, babygirl. I can feel it. Let it out for me. Let it out for daddy.”
He watched and held you as you writhed from your orgasm; your skin was on fire, stomach fluttering with elation.
Joel loved the sound of your voice calling his name, so precious and shameless. He couldn’t hold back anymore. He didn’t want to. He wanted to make you his own, even if it had to be temporarily.
“Cum inside me,” you breathed out, feeling overstimulated and overstretched. “Need you to—ah.“
He leaned down for another kiss just when he began to cum inside, a feeling so raw and deep he hadn’t felt in years. He forgot how fucking good it felt, and savored it by pushing through every painful bit of the overstimulation.
Joel gave you a few more soft kisses and slowly got off of the island. He ran a hand over your thighs and watched you come down from your high.
“My hair is covered in honey,” you giggled.
“Let’s go wash you up. Maybe we can find a few more itches to scratch.”
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