#a writes

There was plenty of evidence to help you understand how he was feeling. It was in the heaviness of his breath; the stomp of his feet against the floor; the scowl that had frozen his warm smile over; the deep, deep trouble behind his usually calm eyes. It could have been any of that. But truly, what it was, was the dust particles floating through the air, catching in the light that slipped through the garage’s single window. They only flew with each thud of his bare fist against the punching bag, the one that had sat, untouched, for years now. 

When you married him, he had suggested to just throw it away or donate it—no need to have a visual reminder of the violence he was so desperate to leave behind. He had found God, and He had helped him find you. The new Reverend was not interested in letting his sinful, hateful past thread between the fibers of his new life. You, however, had insisted he keep it. Let it take up space. Let it be there, ‘just in case.’ And today, years, later, case there was.

He could feel your presence in the doorway. You knew it, too, that your presence, leaning against the doorway, filled his peripherals with each grunt that escaped him. You didn’t dare speak, though. Not out of fear, but out of respect for him, his emotions, and his commitment to his calling. He wouldn’t share with you. He couldn’t. The sacramental seal was the last thing he would betray. But still, you’d wait for him to say anything. And as the first, slow tear trickled down from his eye, mingling with the sweat that had dripped into the collar he had yet to remove, his mouth finally opened.

“I can’t tell y—”

“I know.”

He finally stopped punching, his head sagging forward against the bag. You stepped into the garage, stopping just in front of him, and erached toward his throat. With sharp, efficient care, you undid the small, brass clasp. The damp, rigid plastic of the Roman collar came away, peeling off his neck like a useless bandage. You let it drop. It made a tacky, pathetic sound hitting the floor.

“Monsignor Wicks, isn’t it?” you ask slowly, your voice quiet before you meet his eyes. “It’s obvious how much he doesn’t want you there.”

Jud sighs, going to go sit on the workbench on the side of the garage. Your wedding ring catches the sunlight as you follow him. 

“Every week, it’s the same shit that he forces me to listen to,” Jud breathes, letting his head fall to his hands. “I am happy to take his confession. It’s my job to help him reconcile with God. It’s my job to be the shepherd. But they expect the shepherd to be a silent, stainless vessel. And they forget that sometimes, the vessel can crack.”

“You’re shaking,” you remark, catching the tremble of his hands. 

“I’m still angry,” he replies, clenching his fists. “And I wouldn’t have to be here if I had just been less hateful in the first place.” 

“The deacon deserved it,” you quickly retort, rolling your eyes. “He sucked. He got what he had coming.” You reach for one of his clenched fists, forcing it open to place your hand in it. He finally lifts his head, meeting your eyes. “You don’t have to be the Reverend, or the shepherd, or the father, right now,” you say quietly. “You can just be Jud, if you want.” Your fingers thread between his. 

The instant those words leave your mouth, his eyes flash. Not quite hope, but certainly bent in that direction by the strength of his tension. “Your husband,” he breathes. “Just Jud.”

You nod, a thin smile on your face. 

Marriage had saved Jud. You two were young when you made your vows, barely 20 years old. Somehow, though, wise enough beyond your years to have married as soulmates. Plenty of time had passed, and still, those vows rang as true as the day they had been spoken before the lord. 

“Your husband,” he breathes once more, before letting his lips crash to yours. “It’s everywhere,” he pants between desperate kisses, leaning over you. “His words. They’re everywhere. In my head. In my mouth. I can taste his hatred. I need to make it stop. It needs to stop.”

He moves with the practiced, coiled speed of a boxer, seizing you. The bench you sat on was forgotten. He maneuvers you against the cold concrete wall, his body caging yours, blocking the humiliating light of the overhead utility strip.

His hands, thick and strong, go to his own clothing first. Once he rips his shirt off, he throws it. The motion is an aggressive rejection of the spiritual uniform, a physical act of defiance against the man who misused the collar's authority.

He doesn’t remove your clothes so much as he simply displaced them, urgently creating skin-to-skin contact. His movements are rough, driven by the frantic need to replace the vile, lingering residue of Wicks's presence with something pure, honest, and real—the reality of his wife, the reality of his marriage.

His lips fall to yours once more, his hands sliding anywhere they can, desperate to anchor himself to his greatest salvation: you. With a ragged gasp, he pulls back, but immediately brings his kisses down your neck, across your collarbone, and to your waiting breasts. 

“Is this what you need from me?” you softly pant, your eyes wide with both want and concern. 

“I need to feel you,” he replies. “I’m so mad.” His hands travel between your parted thighs, rubbing at the growing wetness of your pussy, eager to get you ready for him. “I need you,” he hisses again, tongue swirling around your peaking nipple.

“Bed,” you reply. The snap in your tone makes him look up. “It’s cold in here!” you sheepishly reply. He can’t help the whisper of a smile that takes over his lips at that moment. He lifts you against his naked body, leaving the pile of both of your clothes behind as he treks to the bedroom.

He wastes no time when he places you down, spreading yout legs wide open to slide one finger into your waiting heat. A short gasp escapes you, your hands finding his toned chest, sliding down to his rippling abs. 

“Lean down,” you huff as he slides the second finger in. “Let me kiss you.”

He smiles, endeared, as he brings his face closer to yours, his fingers thrusting at an angry pace. Your lips flutter over his neck, tracing the lines of his tattoo and down his throat. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he pants, thumb rolling your clit, now. “I need to be inside you, but I’m so upset. I don’t think I can be nice.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me,” you’re quick to reply. “And you don’t have to confess anything to me. I want you to feel better. I want to help you feel better.”

“I don’t want you to be mad at me,” he practically whines. “I can’t hold it back.”

“I couldn’t be mad if I tried.”

One final look of assurance is all it takes before Jud is sliding his hands to your hips, his thick, wide cock thrusting into you with the anger and speed of a man truly scorned. 

“He shouldn’t be allowed,” Jud grunts out, though you can barely hear him over your own moans and the slap of his skin against yours. “He shouldn’t be allowed to run a church. He’s so selfish. He’s terrible. He’s—he’s scum.”

It’s hard to focus on Jud’s emotional rant when you’re already close to seeing stars, but you try your best. “Mhm,” you manage to whine out. “He’s a poor excuse for a priest. I’m so sorry—oh my goodness—!”

The cries that you’re unable to contain bring him back to what’s in front of him: his loving, caring wife, who’s inches from a mind-boggling orgasm.

“Don’t even think about him right now, Jud,” you gasp out. “Just focus on this. And yourself. Does it feel good?”

“So good,” he mutters, his eyes relaxing as he hears you. “You feel so good. You’re everything. You’re perfect.” He pulls out slowly, chest heaving, before slamming back into you, hard enough to steal your breath. His eyes lock on yours as he begins to drive himself even harder than before. "You," he gasps out with every thrust. "I need you. This is the truth. This is the only truth."

The rage was now completely subsumed by desire. The roughness wasn't about pain, but about absolute, uncontrolled passion—the kind of messy, glorious, release that only a deeply bonded couple could share. His face was a mask of sweat and agony and intense satisfaction, his back muscles pulling tight with the strain.

You felt the tension coiling impossibly tight inside you. You were seconds away from breaking, propelled by his furious devotion.

“So close,” he groans, his head falling to your neck, hot pants escaping onto your skin. “You’re so good. You feel so good.” His eyes are shut in bliss and concentration as his hips grow impossibly faster, both of you inches from your release. 

Finally, it hits him. The sound that tears from his chest is a deep, ragged groan of pure relief, a primal sound that has nothing to do with collars or churches, and everything to do with being twenty-something, furious, and utterly loved. He trembles as he releases, his fingers rubbing over your clit with intent and devotion.

“Please give it to me,” he begs. “Let me have this from you. I know you can do it, I know you—”

“Jud!” you gasp out, back arching, toes curling. “J-Jud, Jud—yes!” Your orgams crashes over you, and his fingers drag those waves of pleasure through you until your hips are beginning to twitch from the overstimulation. Slowly, he removes his hand, his body lowering onto yours. 

The room is silent for several minutes, the sound of both of your breaths mingling with the descending sunlight that filters through the window. Finally, when your heart rate has slowed enough for your eyes to open, you speak. 

“So we can both agree that I was right about keeping the punching bag, right?”

He snorts at your remark, his eyes fluttering open as he tilts his head slightly to meet your gaze. “You can be right about whatever you want. You’re right about everything, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too.” Your voice is quiet once again, your smile small yet warm.

“Can you run the cables behind the drums? Jeff almost ate shit on stage last week”

With hours until the show, Eddie was busy, supervising and calling the shots as the crew set up the stage — and he looked great. 

You were watching, resting back against some boxes by the stage. He had his hair in a bun, just a few strands adorning his face, black tee, sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, thigh jeans that hugged his ass, chains hanging from his hips. And, most importantly, draped across his forearm, your daughter, Scarlett. Quite literally, the sight of your dreams. 

Your eyes kept scanning him entirely, running up and down. They stopped at the baby in his arm, chubby legs hanging from each side as he pressed her to his body, keeping her in place. She was agitated, grabbing at his hand, trying to shove his fingers into her mouth to use them as teethers. 

He adjusted her without even looking away from the stage. “Can’t eat that, angel” he pressed a kiss to her hair, brushing it back with his free hand. 

She protested as his fingers pulled away from her mouth, letting out an angry noise and scrunching her nose in frustration. 

You were unable to stop admiring him, so in his element — rockstar and dad, what an uniquely perfect combination. You couldn’t help but notice how he was in control, focused, sharp, giving instructions with such certainty. And his fingers when he pointed, or when he pressed them to his lips, thinking and observing if the stage felt right. 

“Right” he called out, lifting Scarlett to sit up straight on his arm, “that’s better, just finish the rest like that” 

Eddie made his way to you as the crew finished setting up the stage, unhooking a pacifier from one of the chains on his hip and handing you the baby. “Need a smoke” 

You just nodded, still hypnotized by the scene you had witnessed. Your eyes followed him, landing on his ass as he walked to the back door of the venue. Then up, where the thin shirt was clinging to his back, highlighting his shoulders. 

When you finally came to your senses, you adjusted Scarlett in your arms and looked at her, tiny arm reaching out for Eddie. “You wanna see daddy? Me too”

You walked to the door, only peeking through the crack he left open. He was leaning on the brick wall, foot up against it, bringing the cigarette up to his lips and lighting it. His head tilted back at the first drag. He was truly mesmerizing and you couldn’t keep yourself from watching. You tried to be quiet, not make him notice, but when Scarlett squealed, he caught you. 

A smirk formed on his face before blowing out the smoke. What?, he mouthed, without making a sound.

Nothing, you mouthed back, shaking your head. If you weren’t inside the dark venue, Eddie would’ve caught how you blushed.

He took a couple more drags, but didn’t finish the cigarette, just crushed it under his boot and made his way back in. Scarlett immediately leaned toward him and he grinned, taking her from you. 

“Missed me, pretty girl?” he whispered into her hair. “Looks like you’re not the only one” he teased.Your hand sneaked around his waist, reaching his back pocket to discreetly feel his ass. “You okay? Seem a bit agitated” he smirked. 

“You mean horny?” you whispered, almost laughing at yourself.

He rolled his eyes, “after the show, yeah?”

You bit back a smile, nodding and reaching for a quick kiss. “After the show” you agreed. 

You had divergent views on L.A. show nights. Eddie seemed to not enjoy them as much because to him, waking up in his own bed didn’t feel like a concert day. On the other hand, you loved them, getting to feel at least a bit normal, coming back to your own home after work like other families. 

But that night, you were both happy to be home. 

Eddie walked in with Scarlett’s carrier, holding the door for you as you took her bag. You walked in quietly, following him into the baby’s room. 

“You wanna transfer her?” he whispered.

You nodded, already dreading what would happen if you accidentally woke her up that late. After a deep breath, you reached into the carrier, carefully lifting her out, both you and Eddie making ‘shhshh’ noises with your mouths. You managed to lower her down into the crib, adjust her pacifier and finally breathe again. 

Eddie almost chuckled when you both sighed at the same time. He made sure to turn off the lights and check the room temperature before you walked out and carefully shut the door. 

“Can I blow you?”

Eddie looked down at you, hand brushing your hair behind your ear, not even fazed by the bluntness of your words, just a smirk on his lips. “Yeah”

You moved to your room, leather jackets being dropped by the door. Eddie lay back immediately, on the edge of the bed, watching as you took off each item of clothing. 

First the tight black skirt, revealing that your stockings were being held up by a garter belt that sat around your waist. Then the t-shirt of his band, off and on the floor, now revealing the matching black set you had underneath. 

“Help me with my boot, baby?” you asked innocently, lifting one leg to step right between his thighs, if you pressed down, you’d step on his crotch. 

He moved silently, one hand reaching for your calf as the other undid the laces and his lips pressed a kiss to your knee, over the sheer fabric of your stockings. Once he slipped off the boot you did the same with the other leg as you unhooked the latches of the garter. 

“So you did this on purpose”

“You should’ve known” you smirked, freeing your foot from his hold. 

Eddie nodded once, “yes, I should’ve known.” He reached out for your hips — thumb running against the bat tattoo on your hipbone, the one you got just days before your wedding, to match his — pulling you closer. “Gonna get down on your knees for me?”

You nodded, kneeling in front of him, hands running up and down his thighs. His hand immediately met the back of your head, guiding you down to nuzzle at his crotch. Just from having your face pressed against it, you could feel he was already hard — you hadn’t even touched him yet. 

You were too desperate to tease, so your hands reached to unbutton and unzip his jeans,tugging them down with his boxers when he lifted his hips. His cock sprung out, red and pretty, begging to be touched — and you wasted no time. 

Your hand reached for his base, angling him toward your mouth. Your lips pressed a gentle kiss to his tip before spitting down on it. Your tongue darted out to spread the saliva all over him before you took him in. 

You dipped lower, taking everything just for a second, the inevitable gag making more spit spill over his cock, just the way you wanted. Your hand slipped up and down his shaft, smearing it around to make your mouth glide down easily. 

You felt his hand on the back of your head again, fingers between strands of hair, as he looked down at you, just as a warning before pushing you down. His head fell back with a groan as held you down just to your limit. 

“Perfect doll. Been waiting all day for this, huh? Will do everything I want.” 

You nodded and he let go of you, tears in your eyes, threatening to spill out and smear your eyeliner. But you don’t care, you just wanted to feel the weight of his cock in your mouth. So you took him back in, this time bobbing your head, your lips dragging against the sensitive skin of his cock while your tongue worked the underside. 

You could feel the back of his rings on your scalp as he pressed you down. Your eyes fluttered shut every time his tip hit the back of your throat and he loved watching it. You sucked harder around him, hallowing your cheeks to make him feel every inch of your mouth. 

Eddie groaned, falling back to his elbows and letting you work freely on him. You worked faster, enjoying the feeling of being full. Your hands gripped his thighs and your nails dug into the skin, and Eddie absolutely loved it — especially after you were done when the marks were still burning. 

“Ah” he hissed. “That’s enough sweetheart, fuck” His fingers tangled in your hair and yanked you off his cock. 

The view in front of Eddie was better than anything he had ever seen — his wife on her knees, eyes red and teary, lips swollen and used, a string of thick saliva connecting them to his cock. 

“You are the prettiest little thing I've ever seen” he spoke, slowly, swiping his thumb on your lips and pressing it past them. “Just love having your mouth full, don’t ya?” 

You nodded up at him, sucking his thumb and running your tongue around it. He pulled out his finger, smearing saliva all over your lips and your chin. 

“Come up here”

Eddie helped you up from the ground and guided you to sit across his lap. His hand moved to your cunt immediately, fingers pressing the wet fabric to your skin as you pulled him into a kiss. When you started moving your hips, his hand dipped inside your panties, fingers diving and running between your folds. 

You moaned into the kiss, feeling him gather your wetness to circle your clit. Your hands dived into his hair, fingers and nails running up the nape of his neck to get a reaction out of him. He grunted into your mouth and you smiled — but your pride was quickly cut off when his fingers slipped inside. 

“Fuck- Eds” you whimpered, the anticipation of the day making you extra sensitive. 

His lips met your neck, nose pressed against the weak spot under your ear. “Wanna tell me what got you so worked up, doll?” 

You shook your head, actually embarrassed to admit that everything about him had been turning you on — from the moment he woke up in the early morning to grab the baby, to the way he performed on stage that night. 

His hand came down on your bare thigh with a strike, making you jolt. “Not gonna tell me?” 

“Can’t” you spoke, concentrated on the feeling of his fingers inside you. Eddie hummed, as if to say why not? “T’s embarrassing” 

“Embarrassing? You seemed so confident just minutes ago, how are you embarrassed now?” he teased, whispering to your neck. 

“Eddie” you whined, letting your hand dive under his shirt, fingers running against the warm skin. 

“Let’s make a deal, then. I’ll fuck you really hard into the mattress, make you cum real nice, cry a little and then, later, when you’re too fucked out to care, you tell me. How about that?” 

You nodded, but only because you didn’t want him to stop touching you. His thumb was pressing on your clit as his fingers curled up inside you, every twitch of your hips being almost too much as you approached the edge of pleasure. Your eyes fell shut as Eddie worked your neck, thighs closing around his wrist as you came. 

He waited a couple seconds, watching you ride every last wave of pleasure, before pushing you off his lap. “Bed. On your knees, face on the pillows. Want you arched pretty for me, yeah?”

You nodded, watching him stand too, before taking your spot on the bed. You could hear his clothes hit the floor as you waited impatiently for his touch back on you. But Eddie loved to tease you, prove that he had much more control than you. 

“Don’t move” was all he said before you heard the door open. 

You blindly obeyed, only hearing shuffling and footsteps coming from outside the room as you waited. By the time Eddie came back you could already smell the smoke of his cigarette. 

You felt his body behind yours, hand running up your calves and your thighs before his finger tugged on your thong and snapped the band against your skin. A cloud of smoke formed in the room as his hands kept exploring your body, pulling your underwear down, fingers running through the wet folds, teasing your asshole, your clit — everything to make you squirm. 

He walked over to the nightstand, stubbing his half smoked cigarette down on the ashtray. You watched as he moved, body completely bare. Eddie looked right back at you, hand reached out to brush your hair. 

“Prettiest doll” he whispered before taking back his spot behind you. 

His fingers swiped between your lips one last time before bending over to do the same with his tongue. His warm mouth touched your cunt, hands spreading your cheeks apart to lick into you, lapping all the way from your clit to your asshole. Your hand reached back for his hair, pressing him closer — but Eddie quickly grabbed for your wrist, reaching for the other to join them behind your back. 

Eddie only pulled away when he couldn’t take neglecting his cock anymore. His hand came down on your ass again, just as his tip pressed against your hole. Your hands reached back, searching for his, he grabbed your wrists again, wrapping a single hand around them. 

“Eds” you sighed, pushing back on him. 

“ ‘M right here, sweetheart” he whispered, free hand caressing your thigh as he pushed in. 

You sighed at the feeling of being full again, breath shaking. Eddie was slow, careful at first, like always, he liked to ease you into it, feel you take his cock. He folded his body over yours, free hand moving your hair out of your neck before resting right beside your head. 

“Ready, pretty girl?” 

You nodded against the pillow and felt Eddie pull away from you. His hand spread your cheeks to watch as you took him in. Then he was merciless, fucking into you, hips snapping hard and making you jolt forward. 

You melted further into the mattress as Eddie pressed you down, making your back arch even more. His thrusts were deep, almost overwhelming, peering into pain every time his tip met your cervix, but the tears in your eyes were from pleasure. 

Your legs started to give out, your hips swaying slightly. Eddie noticed and pushed you flat on the bed. His hand moved from your wrists to your upper back, still pressing you down onto the mattress. His hips seemed to snap even harder, his heavy weight on top of you only adding to the feeling of being used. 

“Eds” you moaned against the bed, hands reaching down to feel his thighs.

He knew you were getting closer — your pants, moans and desperate hands giving you away. His hand held on to the head board so he could lower himself down, mouth pressing against your hair, “feel good, doll? Gonna come for me?”

You could only nod, any attempt of speaking was cut off by whiny moans. You could feel the build coming way too fast, suddenly the rhythmic thrusts turned into a perfectly sharp feeling that had you gripping Eddie’s tattooed thighs. 

Eddie didn’t let up, he kept fucking into you, pressing you into the mattress until he felt your cunt clenching around him. Your legs kicked in the air behind him, your mouth parted with a moan before you bit down on the pillow. 

If you weren’t so fucked out, you would’ve noticed how your husband’s moves shifted, getting deeper and more deliberate, his breath coming in short pants. But you only came back down when he pulled out, quickly moving off you and flipping your body on your back. 

“Fuck, baby, gonna make a mess on you. Wanna see you covered in my cum” 

You watched, hazy minded, as he fisted his cock above you, aiming on your stomach. But when he came, the white ropes reached all the way up to your face. You looked up at him, barely a thought in your mind as he grunted, milking his cock until the last drop met your skin. 

Your eyes were shut, and your mind distant, but you felt his hands roughly running down your body as he admired his work — your painted skin and the stained garter. 

“You look so perfect, sweetheart. Look at you, all fucked out.” His hand gripped your face, turning it to him, “open your eyes, baby. Let me see you.” It took every last drop of energy in your body, but you opened them, looking up at him. “Perfect. Feel good?”

You nodded, eyes already closing again as a soft smile took over your face. Eddie wiped your tears away, smudging black all over your cheeks. 

As much as he hated to leave you even for a second when you were like that, you needed to be taken care of. So Eddie pulled away, reached for a tissue on your nightstand to wipe the drying cum off your skin before whispering lowly ‘ll be right back. 

You were still drifting in and out of the hazy, sleepy state when he came back with a glass of water.

“Doll” he called gently, kissing your face, “need you to have some water, yeah? Sit up for me”

He helped you sit up, but all you wanted to do was be as close as possible, so he sat against the headboard, letting you rest on him. You took the water, drinking as he watched every move. 

“Stop staring” you mumbled, but he shook his head, “You look like a creep”

“Can’t look at my fucked out wife anymore?”

“No. Maybe. If you get me something to eat” you teased but you really didn’t want him to leave. 

“I can do that. If you answer my question.” You looked up at him, confused for a second before you remembered. 

“No”

“No? Do I need to fuck you again to get my answer? What got you so worked up, huh?”

You hid your face in his neck, impulsively kissing the skin there. His arm wrapped around you to caress your bare thigh. 

“Nothing much” you admitted, whispering to his skin. “Just… the way you were holding Scarlett, and ordering people around. And your jeans were way too tight”

He hummed, still caressing your skin. “Next time I’ll fuck you on your back then, so you can grab my ass all you want”. 

“Eddie!”

“You’re acting like that’s not what you wanted to do earlier” he teased. His hand dived into your hair, pulling you away from your hiding spot. “I love you, doll. You know that, yeah?”

You nodded as he pressed a kiss to your hairline, whispering a quiet love you, too.

When your friend first introduced you to Oscar you thought it would be a terrible idea to share a place with him, and at first, you were right. You were total opposites — Oscar was messy you were clean; Oscar was quiet, you loved to talk; Oscar was tall and put the dishes in the top shelf, you were short and could never reach them, Oscar liked staying up late, you liked to be up early — there were just so many things you hated about him in that first month.

But despite all those differences, you found something you could bond over — sugar. You had been living together for a couple of weeks and barely spoke to each other when you found out Oscar was just as much of a sweet tooth as you.

“Hey, I made some cookies if you want” you had told him when he walked in, catching you thrown in the couch.

“Is that your dinner? Homemade cookies and beer?”

“I failed a test, think I’m allowed. Wanna join? I don’t mind sharing”

You ended up going through the whole batch that night, and after a beer or two, you both felt confident to talk through your differences. Since then you have basically been best friends.

These days it wasn't unusual for you both to be sitting in the living room together, not really doing anything but acknowledging each other’s presence. Oscar was doing some homework, his laptop on one leg and notebook full of numbers on the other, you were just reading for your next test. In reality you were trying to read it because all you could think of was—

“I think we should have sex” you blurted out, unprompted.

“Good night!” he replied automatically, shutting his laptop and notebook and immediately getting up.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you reached for his wrist, stopping him from leaving. “Oscar!”

“No, you’ve lost your mind completely, you need to go to bed.”

“Oscar!” you chuckled again, “Just listen, yeah?”

He rolled his eyes and set his materials down on the coffee table, turning back to you. “What is wrong with you?”

“I’m just saying, we should get some steam out before the tests, you know?” you suggested, and he still looked at you in disbelief “Look, I’m only saying this because we don’t have time to look for someone to get laid and I literally heard you jerk off the other night.”

“Oh, my god. Good night” he picked his stuff back up and walked away.

You didn’t watch him leave but you did hear him slam this bedroom door.

“Pussy” you mumbled to yourself, shutting your book and going into your room too.

Oscar was absolutely spiraling in his room. What was wrong with you, why would you say that? He was just trying to revise for his test for the thousandth time and now all that he could think was you. Shit. Why would you say that? You are such good friends, and you had never done anything like that — well, except…

Fuck! He let his mind wander back to the night when you drunkly made out against a wall at that fucking party. You had pulled him into that corner, you had kissed him and you had put your hands all over him. Your hands had been perfect that night, fingers dived into his hair, pulled it while your hips pressed together, trying to relieve some of the pressure and… Shit!

Before he could stop himself Oscar was walking towards your room, opening the door without even knocking.

“I think we should have sex” he repeated, standing by your door.

“See my point now?” you grinned, looking up at him from your bed.

“Not really but I gave myself a boner thinking about it, now I need you to fix this”

You bit your cheek, trying to hold back a smile when you let yourself look at the tiny black shorts he always wore at home and notice that they were indeed a little tighter in the front.

“See how you’re stressed? You literally popped a boner in two minutes.” you teased, still sat on the bed.

“I don’t think those are related”

“They are. Remember when I took that Psychology class? Let’s just hope you’re not the type that goes soft when they’re tense” you teased.

“God, I hate you so much.” he threw his head back on the doorframe before looking back at you. “Are you gonna suck me off or not?” You raised your brows at him, surprised by his bluntness. “Sorry”

“Come here, Oscar” you put your book to the side and watched Oscar climb on your bed like he had done multiple times before. You turned to him and took your hand to his face, palm on his chin and letting your thumb graze his pink lips. “Do you actually want me to suck you off?”

He looked up at you, dark brown eyes intense, and nodded. “Yes,” he spoke, softly.

A grin pulled your face again and he kissed your finger. “Just don’t cum yet, wanna ride you”

Oscar sighed, a small “fuck” leaving his lips before he reached for your hair. His hand grabbed the back of your head almost possessively and pulled you into a kiss. Your tongue went past his lips as you moved around on the bed until you were sitting back on your knees, still kissing him. One of your hands rested on his chest while the other moved up his thigh, fingers brushing under his shorts.

You wanted to see him though, so your hands moved under his hoodie, cold fingers brushing his waist and up to his chest just before he pulled away.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking this off” you explained, hands still pulling it up until he held your wrists. “Oh, no, don’t tell me you’re one of those people that has sex with their clothes on” Oscar didn’t say anything but his face reddened “Yeah, no way, not with me. Take this off, let me see your tits”

“My tits?” he chuckled in disbelief.

“Yes, they look so good when you wear those tight shirts, wanna see them.”

“God, you’re fucking ridiculous” he mumbled, sitting up and pulling the hoodie over his head.

You grinned at the sight and he shook his head, that was the first time in all those months that you had seen Oscar shirtless and it did not disappoint. The way his chest narrowed into his waist was hypnotising and the trail of blond hair leading into his shorts made your body heat up in anticipation.

Your hands reached to rest on him, one on his chest the other on his stomach as your body folded over his, your lips meeting again. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss became desperate – at that point, Oscar was basically thrusting into the air, hoping it would relieve some of the growing pressure in his shorts.

You let your hand move down, just to rest over his cock but he buckled his hips into the warmth, silently begging for more. So you pulled away, pressing soft pecks to his lips before settling back between his legs.

Oscar watched you get on your knees and bend your body down to face his crotch, then his eyes inevitably drifted to your ass, up in the air and barely covered by the sleep shorts you had on. You kissed his stomach, your hands resting on his hips, fingers hooking on the waistband of his shorts.

You pulled them down, Oscar lifted his hips to help and soon you were staring at his gray boxers. You could see the outline of his cock in them and the wetness forming where his tip was poking. Before you could think your tongue was darting out to lick at it, hands already reaching to take off the underwear too.

As soon as you got rid of his boxers you settled between his legs, lying on your stomach, holding yourself up on your elbows. You took him in your hand and he sighed, watching as you guided him to your lips. You looked up at him through your lashes just to catch him biting his lip.

“You can touch me if you want, Oscar.” you whispered to his tip right before licking it and taking it into your mouth.

He threw his head back onto the wall, his hand finding your hair, not to push or pull, just rest there. The warmth of his palm against the back of your head was nice and made you want to take more of him. So you did.

You started sucking down, taking more and more of him until you couldn’t anymore. You hummed around his cock, that made his fingers twitch on the back of your head.

Oscar could barely look down at you without wanting to burst. And when you pulled off to kiss the bottom of his head and lick around his base, his cock brushing the side of your face, he lost it — couldn’t hold back the moan that came from the back of his throat.

You smiled at his reaction and spit down his tip, taking him back into your mouth. Oscar thought it was game over for him when you started going faster, tilting your head so every part of him was snug in your mouth.

“Ah, fuck” he sighed “Fuck, fuck— wait” he sounded desperate as he tugged on your hair, trying to get you to stop.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, looking up at him, knowing that the string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip was driving him crazy.

“Can’t— If you don’t stop I’m coming in your mouth, you said you didn’t want that” he spoke almost shyly, trying to explain himself.

You couldn’t help but smile as you sat back on your knees, your hands rubbing his thighs up and down. “You’re so sweet, Oscar” your hand reached out to bring his face to yours so you could kiss his jaw.

He melted back into the wall. You moved to straddle him, still kissing his face and neck. You took his hands to your hips and let yours dive into the back of his head, fingers tangling into his hair. His palms roamed freely on your ass, desperately grabbing and pulling your loose shorts.

“Want me to take them off?” you teased.

He was quick to answer, hands still clawed on the fabric “Want you to take everything off.”

You chuckled and pulled away, swaying your legs off him to stand right next to the bed. You pulled the shorts down with your underwear, then your top, leaving only the soft bralette you wore under your pajamas. Oscar's eyes never left your body, especially when you turned and bent down to grab a condom from your drawer.

“Stop making that face”

“What face?” he chuckled, lifting his hands and slapping them back on his thighs.

“This dumb one” you said while climbing back on the bed, “have you never seen a woman before?”

“I can’t believe you just called me dumb while you’re naked on top of me” he joked, letting his hands rest on your hips.

“Oh, I promise you’re not dumb, you’re way smarter than me” you mumbled against his neck, your lips brushing against the skin as your hands rested on his chest.

“I doubt that”

His right hand traced up your back, making a stop to unhook your bra before continuing up until his fingers were tangled in your hair and his palm was warm on your neck. He guided your face to his to finally catch your lips again.

Your hips started moving against him as soon as his tongue made it past your lips. Your hands tried to get the condom open while he kissed you intensely, your breaths and groans melting together. You managed to put it on when his lips started working on your shoulders, giving you the space to do so.

“That was impressive, I have to say” he chuckled to your shoulder.

“Talented hands” you joked.

“Oh, I’ve noticed”

His lips attacked yours once again as you knelt up, his hand reaching down to align his cock with your hole. He brushed it between your lips a couple times and finally slipped in. You groaned into each other's mouths when you sank down, taking all of him.

You started moving on him immediately, hands on his shoulders as your hips moved in circles. Oscar took his hands up to finally slip the bralette off your arms. He pulled you closer, arms wrapping tight around your waist until he was facing your chest, his lips brushed the skin and before you knew it he was mouthing at your tit.

Your hands dived into his hair again tugging at it as he sucked your nipple into his mouth. You couldn’t help but let out pretty little sounds — breaths, sighs and whines — and Oscar drowned in them, keeping his mouth working to get more out of you. When his teeth grazed your nipple, your back arched into him, your arms flew back to hold on to his thighs and keep yourself stable.

In the new position you could just hold onto him and glide your hips up and down. Oscar held on to your waist, still mouthing at your chest but starting at the other tit now. You could feel him humming against your skin, suppressed moans that he tried to hold back while your cunt squeezed him.

One of your hands squeezed between your bodies to reach for your clit. Your fingers circled the nub while he thrust his hips up, matching your movements perfectly. His mouth finally popped off your chest just to let out a moan.

“Jesus christ– you’re insane” he mumbled, his chin resting on your sternum.

“Don’t stop, Oscar, please” you moaned, your head falling back.

Oscar didn’t stop, he kept fucking up into you, his arms holding your waist as your back arched unbelievably further. Your fingers moved faster as you felt your orgasm approaching, by that point you could barely move your own hips but he helped.

Ridiculous sounds were leaving your parted lips, sounds you could simply not control anymore as pleasure took over your body. He was absolutely loving them, music to his ears as he felt your cunt clenching around him.

“Oscar, Oscar, Osc–“ you whined his name like a fucking prayer when you came.

Your body contorted in his arms, arched and tensed, shook and relaxed all at once, Oscar swore he had never seen anything so beautiful. He could barely take it anymore by the time you had come down. You were panting, but you held back onto his shoulders and guided him to rest back against the headboard. Your hips started moving again, back and forth, Oscar dropped his head on your chest and you hugged him there.

His hands helped you move to the pace he needed and soon he was moaning onto your chest, letting go as he came. You held him tight through it, still rocking your hips gently until you had both rode out your highs.

You stayed like that for a second before Oscar grabbed your thighs and slid down the bed so he was lying with you on top of him. You groaned when he reached down to pull out, clamping your thighs around his hips.

“No, feels good”

“Well, you don’t want a condom lost inside you, trust me” he argued. But you didn’t move, making him call out your name “I’m serious, if you get pregnant because you got a condom stuck inside, I’m not paying child support”

“Like in Love, Rosie?” you mumbled, smiling against his chest.

“Like in Love, Rosie” he recorded the movie you had made him watch weeks ago. You finally let go of his hips, lifting your own to help him take it off. “So, same time next semester?”

Sousuke Aizen: restraints, hypnotism, vibrators, face slapping, hair pulling, anal sex.

Bakudo had many useful applications. Barriers, seals and Sousuke's favourite method: restraints. It was a simple bakudo spell weaved with another kido spell, but with his reiatsu embedded in it, it was hard to break.

Hence why you were restrained and confined to a chair in his private quarters in Las Noches. Sousuke smiles at you, stroking your cheek and rubbing your tears away. Your eyes were clouded and filled with lust, desire and pain as you babbled and drooled all over yourself to the rhythmic sound of the vibrators in your pussy and ass.

"Use your words." He commanded, slapping you across the face.

You slumped forward. Wasn't Lord Aizen inside of your ass right now? The vibrator was in your pussy? You whined loudly as you felt restrained, you orgasm being denied again.

"Lord Aizen, please!" You panted, trying to move in his lap. You felt him pinch and roll your nipples, but still holding you in place. The vibrator in your pussy stirred inside you, his cum and your juices swirling and dripping down to the ground. You cried as you tried to chase your orgasm.

Shatter.

You looked up with bleary eyes, realizing that Lord Aizen was not fucking your ass as you had thought. He stood in front of you, fully clothed, an amused smirk on his face.

Lord Aizen pulls your hair, yanking your head up as the vibrators inside you begin to slow down. You couldn't believe that these toys made you think you were being fucked by Lord Aizen.

"Please sir," you begged, the restraints still holding you down in place. "I need you."

"I suppose it's reassuring to know you'll always be my cock hungry slut." Lord Aizen murmured, kissing you on the lips, slowly freeing his growing erection. "Why don't you show me what you thought you were doing?"

Kisuke Urahara: shibari, electric stimulation, oral sex (m receiving).

You flexed your fingers behind you as Kisuke tied the last rope in place. It amused you to no end to see the jovial and easy-going Kisuke to be so concentrated and serious, but you suppose he always was when it came to testing his inventions.

Which led to your current predicament.

You were always curious about his inventions, and Kisuke would never know what to make of it. At first he tried to brush you off, but your stubborn personality and eagerness slowly warmed his wary heart. And he knew it influenced his more recent inventions.

Although this new one, he wasn't sure if you'd take a liking too, but you were adamant on being his test subject. And with Kisuke spending more time with you, it became harder for him to say "no."

He stepped back from his latest work, taking off his hat as he hummed in appreciation. You were tied vertically, wearing lace thigh highs that Kisuke asked for you to wear, with your arms tied behind your back. You were on your knees.

"This wasn't what I had in mind, Kisuke." You laughed. "Are these special ropes?" You asked, trying to move around, but the ropes held you in place.

Kisuke let out a light laugh, "no, no this is to keep you in place." He lifted your head for a quick kiss. "I can't have you moving around too much." He said with an amused tone.

You tilted your head, giving him a curious look. He fished inside his samue for what looked like a black pen. Kisuke removed the cap, and you saw the familiar nib of a fountain pen.

"Are you going to draw on me Kisuke?" But your question was ignored.

Kisuke's look was one of concentration and focus as he held the pen above your uncovered breasts. You looked down and then yelped, red sparks emitted from the nib as Kisuke traced around your nipple.

"Kisuke, what is that?" You whimpered. But Kisuke ignored you again, tracing your other nipple. Your body felt more shocks and your pussy began to throb as the innocuous looking pen made its way down your body.

Kisuke adjusted the ropes, forcing you to bend backwards and your bare pussy exposed to him.

"Kisuke, what are you —" but before you could answer, the pen hovered around your clit, causing you to shriek at the unfamiliar sensation.

"Looks like it works perfectly." Kisuke beamed, as he continued moving the pen around, stopping by your clit every so often.

"Now lets see if my test subject can handle multitasking." Kisuke chuckled, pulling his cock out. His thighs were on either side of you as he slapped your face with his cock. You whined at the position, but opened your mouth eager to taste him.

"Remember, no teeth or you'll get punished." He murmured, as the pen touched your clit once again. You screamed around his cock, allowing Kisuke's cock further down your throat.

"Good girl," he smiled, watching your eyes roll back as another shock jolts your clit.

Akon: aphrodisiacs, body alteration, tentacles, oral sex (f receiving).

You flashed stepped your way to the Squad 12 barracks. It had been a few weeks since your partner, Akon, had holed himself in one of their laboratories. It wasn't like there was an urgent need for a new device, invention, or tool that the Gotei 13 needed, but the man had not left the lab in some time.

But everyone you spoke to from Squad 12 (bar Captain Kurotsuchi), said he was fine, but preoccupied with a current project. And you were worried. It wasn't like him to be so unresponsive.

Which is why you faced the barricaded door to Akon's lab. Hiyosu waddled his way to you, trying to get you to leave, but you were adamant, and frankly pissed.

"Akon, I know you're in there! I'm worried about you." You yelled. You began to slam your fist against the door, when it snapped open. Akon, with dark bags under his eyes, a faint stubble along his chin and covered with the thick smell of cigarette smoke, appeared before you.

"Sorry Akon, I tried to stop her."

"It's alright, you can go Hiyosu." Akon said, his voice laden with exhaustion. And with a quick tug, Akon pulled you into his arms and closed the doors to his lab again.

You tightened your arms around him, relishing the feeling of being in Akon's presence again.

"I've missed you, you know?" You whispered into his chest. You heard Akon sigh as he gave you a tight squeeze.

"I'm sorry." Akon apologized, "your timing is impeccable though," he chuckled. "I just finished my project."

You peeked behind him and didn't see anything unusual on his lab bench. "What did you discover?"

"You want to try?"

You nodded your head as Akon led you to his bench, and you saw what appeared to be four innocuous pieces of chocolate.

"You're a chocolatier now?" You asked. You picked one piece and sniffed it, the aroma of cacao hitting your nose.

"Sure, let's go with that." Akon gave you a wry smile, "why don't you try one?"

You trusted Akon, so without hesitation, you put the chocolate in your mouth, watching him do the same. It had a smooth flavour, and the right balance of sweetness you enjoyed in your chocolate.

"That was delicious!"

"And anything else?" Akon said, as he moved closer to you. Your senses felt heightened by his presence. You could smell him more clearly, feel his touch more deeply… and it went straight to your pussy.

Akon rubbed his thumb over your lips as he watched your eyes glaze over with lust. Your tongue darted out to lick the digit, but he quickly removed it, kissing you back instead.

"Akon, what did you make?" You panted as Akon began to cup your breasts through your uniform. Every touch leaving you aching for more.

"An aphrodisiac, thought it would be fun to try, just the two of us." Akon murmured.

Akon lifted you up on to his bench and undid your uniform, stripping you of your undergarments. Akon's touch lit a fire in you as you spread your legs wider, an invitation he gladly accepted. He hoisted your legs over his shoulders as began to lap at your pussy.

"Oh fuck!" You cried, throwing your head back. Akon laid his tongue flat against your clit, licking it with fervor. You weaved your fingers through his hair, pushing him against your pussy even more. The sounds of your moans echoed across his lab. You mewled in delight as he continued to eat you out, until you felt something strange tickle against your sopping wet hole.

"Akon?" You cried out, as the strange sensation joined him in licking your clit, then push itself inside you. You looked to see a tentacle worm its way out from Akon's uniform, but Akon himself remained unphased.

"Akon? What is that?!" You shrieked.

Akon looked up at you, his chin covered in your juices, "this? Another project I was working on." He smirked returning his attention back to your pussy.

You let out another loud moan as the tentacle thickened in girth inside you while Akon nipped and laved your aching clit.

Maybe you'd let Akon alone his lab more if this was what he was doing.

Kenpachi Zaraki: handcuffs, edging, butt plug, pegging/anal sex.

"You're luck you're sexy." Kenpachi huffed, as you made sure the special kido handcuffs you bought from Urahara Shoten, were still in place.

Giving him a sly smile, "why thank you." You knew in reality Kenpachi could snap the handcuffs with relative ease, but you had begged him to try this and Kenpachi was in a humorous mood (and who was he to say no to getting his dick wet?)

You made sure to get your nails done, dragging your manicured nails down his bare chest. He grumbled something, but you hushed him, deliberately rubbing your cloth covered pussy against his erection. Kenpachi made a slight wince then a snarl, glaring at you.

"You promised you'd be good, remember?" You said, giving his nipple a soft lick.

"Woman, you better make this quick." He snapped.

"Or what?" You continued to tease him, reaching down to grab his erection, the cock ring was snug tight on the base of his erection.

You slowly moved down his body, kissing each scar and mark along his skin, until you reached his erection.

You grinned, before licking the underside of cock, precum leaking out from the tip. You began to slap and squeeze his balls, watching Kenpachi glare and groan at your touch.

"You're a fucking bitch, you know that?"

You tsked at him, "watch your language" before sucking on the head of his cock. You moaned at the taste of him, but you weren't going to let him off that easily.

Your hand reached down past his balls to the cleft of his ass, pushing the plug you had him wear a bit deeper.

"I love it when you fuck my ass, Captain Zaraki" you smiled, "let's see if you like it when I fuck yours too."

Kenpachi smirked as he spread his legs wider for you. You gave his cock and balls a few more licks, before pulling and pushing the plug out of his loosened hole.

"Are you ready, Captain Zaraki?"

"C'mon and try, slut." Kenpachi drawled, snapping the handcuffs. "I'll still be fucking you later anyways." You laughed as you pushed the dildo inside him, watching him close his eyes and groan at the unfamiliar feeling.

Sometimes it was fun to try something new.

In the heat of the moment, the trip to his room seems long, too long. And made even longer every time he stops to press you against the nearest surface he can find. 

The closed elevator doors. 

The wall. 

Other guest doors. 

And each time you stop, your lips seek out his, to taste him again, and again, and again. To feel his large hands on you and his hips grinding into yours. Your skirt rides high on your thigh when your leg wraps around his hip. He’s hot and hard against your already damp core making you moan. 

“We- we need-” your words are lost to a gasp when his mouth trails up your neck in hot, wet, open mouthed kisses. His hands are under your shirt and around your back before you can take another breath, unclasping your bra “if you take my bra off in the hall, you’ll get us kicked out.” 

His hands slide back down your back to land on your waist. He mumbles his next words against the side of your neck, “My room is just down the hall.” 

You laugh, the sound light and breathless, “You keep saying that.” 

“Sorry,” He says with a grin, not looking sorry at all, “I just can’t wait to have you under me.” 

A scandalized gasp echoes through the deserted hall and you tear your gaze away from him to see a lady across the hall, hand on her chest, staring at the two of you. 

“Sorry,” He mumbles against your neck, then turns and flashes her a grin that’s not sorry at all, “honeymoon.” 

She still looks horrified when he lets you slide down his body, shirt catching on his hands and skirt riding high on his thigh. You giggle, too tipsy to care what the old biddy thinks, and take his hand as the two of you practically run down the hall. 

“This one.” He stops suddenly, using the momentum to swing you around until your back hits the door. His large hand cradles your head so it doesn’t hit, “This is my room.” 

He’s panting softly, looking between your eyes and lips. He hesitates for less than a blink before leaning down, his lips brushing against yours, “Last chance to back out.” 

He looks into your eyes again and you use his shirt to pull his lips against yours, tongue sliding into his slightly open mouth. You kiss him just long enough for his hand to slide down from the back of your head to cradle you. You pull away just enough to speak, your chest still brushing his with each breath, “Open the door.” 

No sooner are the words out than the door falls away from your back, startling you. But Yoongi is there, holding you against him as he walks you both fully into his dark room. The only light comes from the open curtain. 

His lips are on yours again, but softer, slower this time. As if now that you are in his space, he can take his time with you. 

As if he thinks you won’t leave. 

The backs of your knees hit the bed and you fall backward, holding his shirt to bring him with you. Your shirt is around your neck before you can think about how this is really happening. You raise your arms, his large hands rubbing up your sides, sliding your bra and top off. 

“Beautiful, Sunshine,” He breathes, just loud enough for you to hear in the quiet room, "Absolutely beautiful.” 

You smile softly, just drunk enough to brave the compliment without blushing, “You’re one to talk,” you move to sit up, fully planning on removing his shirt yourself. 

“Wait,” He puts a hand on your shoulder, gently laying you back down, legs dangling off the edge of the bed, “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do since I laid eyes on you.” 

You prop yourself up on your elbows as he kneels in front of you. He wraps one warm hand around your calf, squeezing lightly as he kisses your knee, before using the other hand to slip your sandal off. He repeats the process on the other side, then pulls your legs over his shoulders. 

“You shouldn’t-”

He stops you with a hot, wet, kiss to your thigh as he pushes your skirt around your waist. It bunches under your ass, but at the moment, you can’t find it in you to care. Not when he's tracing his name on the inside of your thigh with his tongue. 

“Do I look like I care?” He asks, raising one eyebrow as he moves closer, his shoulders pushing your legs further apart. “I’ve been wanting to taste this pretty pussy you’ve been hiding under this ridiculous skirt all night.” He traces your pussy lips one with one finger, the touch so light, but so scandalous, you can’t help but shiver. “Besides, you can’t tell me you didn’t want this too, you’re not even wearing panties. I can see you dripping for me already.” 

This time you blush. You can’t lie to yourself, or him, at this moment. You had gone to the beach party fully hoping to hook up. You just thought it would be something quick in the changing tent. Not…whatever this was about to be. You were sure it would be life changing though. 

“Well then, put your money where your mo-” 

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence before his mouth is hot against your pussy. His nose bumping against your clit with his tongue already inside you. 

You gasp and grab his hair without a thought. His onslaught so sudden it steals your breath. “Yoo-Yoongi!” 

His lips wrap around your clit and he hums lightly, hands kneading your thighs as you try and squeeze his head between them, “Don’t close your legs, Sunshine, let me see this pretty pussy.” 

You let go of his hair with one hand and throw the other over your eyes while you use what little control you have to ride his tongue and fingers. He plays you expertly, like the piano he’s so fond of. Still, you can’t quite let yourself go. 

“Give it to me baby girl,” He kisses right above your clit, a hot open mouth kiss that feels like it should be illegal, “I want you to come in my mouth baby. Let me drink you.” 

His words spoken against your skin followed by his tongue send you over the edge. You come so hard you see stars. He licks your slit over and over and over until you come down. 

“I, I have never-” you're panting harder now, wondering if that’s how good he is with his mouth, how will you survive the night? “You are entirely too dressed,” you finally get out. 

He stands slowly, and without breaking eye contact, begins removing his clothes. His shirt hits the floor, quickly followed by his shoes and pants. When his hands find his boxers, you hold out a hand to stop him. 

“Wait, let me.” You can’t stop staring at him, “You are the most gorgeous person I have ever seen.” you say with awe, reaching for his boxers. 

You meet his eyes again, having looked away to admire the rather large bulge in his boxers, and slowly push them down his legs. His cock springs free, so close to your mouth, you can’t help but lick the pre-come from the tip. 

“Looks like I’m not the only one dripping” You tease, and lick his tip again as he groans. 

He puts his hands in your hair and pulls your head back, “As much as I want you to look up at me with your mouth full of my cock,” he smirks, “I need you to lay back on that bed so I can fuck you properly.” 

You bite your lip and smile, kissing the head of his cock one more time, before going to remove your skirt, “Leave it.” He growls out and climbs on top of you, putting one knee to your hot core and pressing just right to make you squirm. 

He grabs his cock as you spread your legs, more than ready for him. 

“Condom?” He asks, already rubbing the head of his cock against your dripping pussy. 

“Dont need one. I’m on the pill” 

His eyes meet yours, you can see he’s surprised and pleased, right before his eyes darken. Hungry. He thrusts into you. Moving you back with the force of it.

“Fuck,” he grinds out, trembling above you as he tries to hold still, “you are so fucking tight. Ungh,” you move your hips, encouraging to move silently, “Don’t do that.” he pleads, eyes closed, “Fuck baby girl, I don’t know how I’m going to last.” 

You raise your hips again, “Then don’t,” you moan, more than ready for him to move, “we have all night.” 

His eyes meet yours at that and he finally, finally, moves. “I’m. going. to. fill. you. so. full. of. me,” he punctuates each word with a thrust. You put your hand above your head to steady yourself against the headboard and wrap your legs around his waist, meeting each of his trusts with your hips,  “Then I’m going to eat it out of you and do it again.” 

You were already close to another orgasm, still sensitive from the one he wretched from you earlier, but his words throw you over the edge. You cry out and tighten around him. 

“You like that, Sunshine?” He asks his thrusts less rhythmic now, chasing your orgasm, “You like the idea of being so full of my come it’ll be dripping out of you for days.” he stills, filling you with his hot, hot, hot come. You can feel his legs shake as he empties inside of you. 

He collapses against you, his cock barely softening inside of you. You run a hand through his hair and down his back, using your nails to lightly scratch him. The silence stretches as you both just breathe, enjoying the closeness. 

You can feel his come starting to spill out of you and go to pull away, but he wraps his arms around you, stopping you from moving. 

“Stay.” He says, moving just enough for you to realize he’e getting hard again. 

“Oh” 

“Did you think I was joking?” He laughs lightly and uses the skirt around your waist to pillow your hips, raising them just slightly. He nips at your neck, hard enough to sting, but licks at it to ease the slight pain. “I’m going to fill you again,” thrust, “and again,” thrust, “and again, until you can’t walk without feeling me.” 

You smile, looking up at the fan on the ceiling as his hot, hot, hot, mouth finds your nipple with his teeth, “In that case, don’t let me stop you.” 

-0-0-0-

You look out the window, the ocean waves gently lap at the shore as the sun is cresting the horizon. Yoongi has only been asleep for an hour, maybe less, but you couldn’t sleep. Not knowing what you’d have to do. 

Leave. 

His arm tightens around your waist and you sigh. His nose nuzzles into your hair and you find your resolve to leave slipping… but you know that this can’t be. He’s an international idol. And you… you’re just a one night stand. 

You didn’t even give him your real name, telling him it was Sunshine just to keep things from getting out of control. But here you were, spiraling. 

Sighing again, you shift slowly out of his grip, pillow handy to put in your place. 

He shifts slightly, and you freeze thinking he woke up, but he just grips the pillow tighter. 

You breathe out in relief, then wince as you take a step away from his bed. He hadn’t been kidding when he said you’d be dripping for days. Even after eating multiple loads out of you, his warm come still slipped out of you, coating your thighs until each step was slightly sticky. You didn’t have time to clean up as you quickly gathered your clothes. Your plane left in three hours and you still needed to pack the last of your things. 

You grimace thinking about sitting on a plane for hours, still full of him. It was hot last night, but without him beside you on the plane, you knew you were in for an uncomfortable ride. 

You take one last look around the room before making a split second decision. You grab your lip gloss from the inside pocket of your skirt, and write on the mirror. It doesn’t have a lot of tint, but the message is clear:

“Thank you for the best night of my life. 

I’ll never forget you. 

Your Sunshine.” 

You spare one last look at the man who ruined you for all other men, and slip out of his room and out of his life…

-0-0-0-

“Uhhhh Y/N?” 

You hear your roommate call you from the other room. You put your armful of laundry on your bed, catching sight of the skirt you wore your last day at the resort and smiling. 

“Y/N, I think you need to see this!” Her voice rises in excitement and you can’t help but wonder what’s got her worked up. 

“What is it?” you ask, making your way to the living room. 

“...Sunshine, if you recognize her, please contact this number.” 

Your roommate turns to you with big eyes, “Y/N?” 

But your eyes are locked on the TV screen.

There, in full color, you are in the resort hallway, being pulled by Yoongi. 

They split the screen, half of it has a close up of you, your face flushed and lips kiss swollen. The other half with the contact number hovering above Yoongi. 

You know your mouth is open, but you can’t close it. He’s looking for you. It was the last thing you expected. 

“Please, Sunshine, come back to me.” 

His voice breaks through your shock.

“Y/N.. what did you do?” your roommate asks, voice higher with glee. 

“I… I think I need to call him.” 

You turn to leave, his message pleading with you to come back playing over and over on the screen. 

“Go get your man, girl!”

“Three,” Barty begins to countdown. 

Looking out the corner of his eye, Evan can see Barty’s tongue poke out and his eyes steel in concentration. But, on “two”, a quick sting blooms on Evan’s ear, followed by a light pop as the needle exits his lobe. His fingers work nimbly, nearly on auto-pilot, sliding the simple stud into the hollow needle.

With the needle removed and the backing secured, Barty leans back, admiring his handiwork. ”Aw, you look great Ev,”  He leans in with a teasing smile, “The girls’ll be all over you now.”

“Shut up,” Evan rolls his eyes and attempts to step back, suddenly more aware of their proximity.

But Barty only clamps his legs tighter and presses on, “What, it’s been awfully quiet around this apartment lately—maybe this’ll help,” He suggests with a waggle of his brows.

Evan throws a jab to the boy across from him, “Like you’re one to talk.” 

Barty catches his wrist. The warm heat of his skin contrasts with the cool metal of his rings and sends goosebumps up Evan’s arm. “Oh, but I wouldn’t dare miss our movie nights,” Barty insists.

“Good,” Evan manages after a beat, pulling back in an effort to free his arm.

Barty just tightens his grip and tugs him back in, “I’ve still got one more.”

Giving in with a huff, Evan turns his head, presenting his other ear. 

The second goes just as smoothly as the first, and Barty leans to the side to allow Evan access to the mirror behind him.

“What do you think?” He asks.

“Perfect.” Evan decides as he studies his reflection.

“Perfect.” Barty echos, his eyes fixed on Evan’s.

bonus: (later that night)

Barty returns from the kitchen with two beers in hand. He tosses one to Evan before sinking into the couch and kicking his feet into Evan’s lap. 

The can gives a hiss as Evan cracks it open. He takes a sip before resting it on the table and exchanging it for the TV remote.

Barty speaks up, “So, I reckon we can do your nipples next weekend,” Attempting to hide a wicked smirk—something he is never very good at.

He scoffs and chucks a pillow in Barty’s direction, “In your dreams, B.”

Barty yelps as it jostles his arm, and he ends up with beer down the front of his shirt. “Oh fuck you, and give me that; you know it’s mine turn to pick the movie.”

Evan relinquishes the remote without protest, but his eyes linger as Barty’s tongue darts out. He watches him lick a stripe down his beer to clean up the spilled drops clinging to the can. A small clink sounds as his piercing connects with the aluminum. He forces his gaze away, and his mind returns to Barty’s original comment.

“How about my eyebrow,” Evan offers.

“Are you serious,” His head snaps to the side, “You’d let me?”

“Of course,” Evan answers, grinning as he watches a smile take over Barty’s face.