𖤐Morning Star𖤐 @deadgirlvenus - Tumblr Blog

tv/game characters sims dump ! pt 1 TYSMM FOR 5K FOLLOWERS!! i lvoe you all so so much and i appreciate and thank you for the tons of support i have recieved!! you guys mean sm to me! thank you to everyone who ha sbeen with me on the way and helped me! tysmmm!!! LOVE YOU ALL!! download here! 🤍 numbered 1 - 15!

roxy - bratz

miguel o'hara - spiderman : across the spiderverse

alex - totally spies

leon kennedy - resident evil

velma - scooby doo

barbie - barbie

starfire - DC

nightwing - DC

shego - kim possible

katara - avatar the last airbender

geralt - the witcher

darwin - amazing world of gumball

flora - winx

draco malfoy - harry potter

professor utonium - powepuff girls

lackadaisies

this is killing me 😭

paper-mario-wiki

do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets

her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.

remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.

thank you, Marsha. we remember you.

bitws

CM PUNK - 050510

coquettelust

men be like “i know a spot” and miss the clit

Currently writing a angsty very slowwww-burn fanfic where Eren Jaeger is a yearner and a musician with trauma but he’s a green flag. It has long chapters and a lot of hurt/comfort with childhood friends to strangers vibe. Would y’all read it? I already wrote the prologue and it’s like 8k words already omg…

#fanfic #shingeki no kyoujin smut #wattpad #aot fanfiction #aot smut #eren jaeger angst #eren jeager x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren x you #attack on titan #slow burn #hurt/comfort

ghouljams

holding you by the hands: you know that the "you" in a 2nd person pov isn't literally you right? you know that even in a "reader insert" story it is still a character, right? you recognize that because they are not actually you they may make choices different from the one that you would make for the sake fo the story, right? you know that? you know that the only "you" that exists in the context of the story is the you that is reading it? right?

p4radaze

⸻𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐭?

Armin Arlert. The Armin that always sat in the front row of lectures, nerding out about coral reefs? Yeah. He’s hot now. And when Eren drags him along to a party, he’s the first thing that catches your attention.

pairing: nerd!armin x fem!reader

genre: college au, smut. ✩ wc: 2500. ✩ cw: strong language, kissing, making-out, alcohol usage, sexual content(18+) marine biology major!armin, frat boy!eren as his roomie

soundtrack: when did you get hot? - Sabrina Carpenter

✩ ⸻[catalogue]. ✩ ⸻[profiles].

“Dude, I’m being so serious I don’t want to hear a single word about the library,” Eren said with a deep chuckle as he poured Armin a drink.

The semester had just started at Shigashina State University. And to Armin's greatest luck? He just happened to be roommates and lifelong friends with Eren Jaeger himself.

Of course, they go way back. They’ve seen each other through every season of life. Naturally, Eren couldn’t just leave Armin behind.

Even if Eren didn’t live at the fraternity house, he was still a very, very active member.

And what better way to celebrate the start of the semester than with a party?

“Eren, seriously, I’m taking like 17 credits and—“

“Nope! Don’t wanna hear about class. Not tonight anyway.” Eren interrupted as he offered Armin a red solo cup of who-knows-what type of alcohol.

“But—“

“Dude. Come on, we’re going into junior year, you’ve got to live the college experience a little.” Eren said as the music of the party started to boom loudly around them.

People slowly started to trickle in. Starting to make a dent in the house's stash of alcohol.

Armin winced at the loud noise, gripping his plastic cup tighter as he leaned in, raising his voice over the growing noise.

“Live the experience? Isn’t the experience supposed to be about my Mediterranean sea life research project? Oh, and I have to update that paper about the effect of microplastics on—“

“Dude, you seriously need to get laid.” Eren interrupts bluntly.

Armin winced, choking air as he processed the words that just came out of his best friend's mouth.

“I—I do get laid.” Armin choked out, the pitch in his voice rising as he tried to hide the obvious blush across his pale skin.

His grip on his drink faltered as his palms went sweaty. Armin nervously laughed off the awkwardness as he shifted on his feet.

“I—I’m not a virgin. I’ve..seen pussy before.” Armin stammered out before frantically taking a big swig of his drink.

He grimaced as the alcohol burned his throat. Armin tried to focus on the uncomfortable burning. Somehow, it was better than tolerating Eren's laugh of absurdity.

“Yeah, through a screen!” Eren teased back as he put his arm around his friend. Armin chuckled weakly at the gesture as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting.

“Seriously, when’s the last time you at least made out with a girl?” Eren asked with genuine curiosity as he took another big swig of his drink.

“Don’t hate me, but… high-school,” Armin confessed before drowning the rest of the burning liquid in his cup.

“That was what… at least three or four years ago?!” Eren shouted over the music as he tossed his cup to the side, turning to grab his friend by the arms.

“Dude, you're like my best friend, and I can’t just sit and watch you waste away in front of an aquarium,” Eren said frantically.

“Just let loose tonight, have a few more drinks, maybe talk it up with some of the people. Not saying you have to be like me, but maybe just talk to someone, alright?” Eren smiled softly before giving his friend an encouraging pat on the back.

“A-alright, I will. I’ll try not to think about my thesis until tomorrow morning.” Armin replied as he took another gulp of his drink. Tasting the last few drops before he tossed the cup aside.

“That’s the spirit. I’ll be around unless I hit it off with that blonde over there…” Eren said his eyes focused on a girl tucked into the crowd a few feet away from the kitchen.

“I’ll scream really loud if I need help,” Armin replied, earning a sharp chuckle from Eren.

Armin let his elbows rest against the counters as his friend disappeared into the crowd. The music was loud, way too loud. The lights are flashing without coordination.

His eye scanned the room to see if he could maybe find someone he knew. That only became harder as more and more people packed in.

It was too hot, too loud, too crowded.

This is exactly why he didn’t do parties.

“Sorry, Eren..” Armin muttered as he pushed through the crowd. Slipping past couples making out without a care in the world. People drinking, laughing, grinding on each other.

He made a straight escape for the side door.

The wind instantly cooled his skin as Armin stepped onto the balcony. The sounds and chatter of the party were left muffled behind the doors.

Armin let out a deep sigh of relief as the fresh air finally filled his lungs.

His eyes widened as he realized quickly he wasn’t alone.

A girl stood looking over the edge. Arms perfectly folded, ankles crossed as the breeze gently brushed against her skin.

Armin couldn’t help but drop his jaw as his eyes raked up and down her figure from head to toe.

You turned around as you heard the sound of the door closing behind you. It was probably another frat guy who you figured you didn’t want to see.

“Arlert?” You questioned as your eyes raked up and down his appearance.

Your jaw dropped as you scanned him from head to toe. His soft blond hair no longer swallowed his face like you remembered.

His hair was cut off his neck, leaving long bangs across the top that melted softly against the porcelain of his skin.

His ocean blue eyes went wide as they met yours. You couldn’t help but notice how he was perfectly shaven, his dress shirt now pressed to perfection.

He wore a casual blue button-up; the pale tone did wonders against his skin. The top few buttons were left undone, giving you a small glimpse of his sharp collarbone.

He wore a casual pair of slacks to match, tied together with a leather belt, and plain white sneakers.

Oh God.

When did he get hot?

You let out a soft chuckle of disbelief as you tore your gaze from his outfit to glance back into his eyes.

Armin nervously rubbed the back of his neck before he flashed you a soft smile.

God, you were flustered.

In front of him, of all people.

Armin. The nerd from your Environmental Ethics class last semester…

“Since when do you come to parties?” You asked playfully, your eyes raking him up and down.

“I don’t.” Armin shuddered at your gaze, not in a bad way. With a self-deprecating chuckle, he responded.

“I literally have a paper coming up about the effect of microplastics on coral reefs and the living organisms there…I—I really need to get a head start on it.” Armin stuttered.

Your heart warmed as you watched his eyes light up.

Damn, the nerd stuff really was his element.

The party? Not so much.

“Sounds interesting, actually.” You replied. Watching as he subconsciously took a few steps closer.

“Wait…Really? You’re not just saying that?” Armin huffed. His voice grew shaky as he leaned against the balcony right next to you.

The noise of the party seemed to fade away. The wind was soft against your hair as you glanced up into his eyes.

“I mean, I care about the environment too. The last thing I want is to see a coral reef destroyed. That would be pretty shitty.” You replied, nervously adjusting the straps of your top to give you something to focus on besides the fact that Armin definitely grew some muscle over the break.

His biceps flexed as he leaned against the balcony. His button-up shirt strained against his chest.

“Well, Eren told me no sea talk tonight.” He replied.

Wait Eren?

“Eren? You mean Eren Jaeger?” You replied, heart thumping in your chest.

You swear you’ve seen the two around campus together. It seemed to be quite the unusual pairing.

Eren was known for his charm…and other assets. While Armin seemed to hide in his shadow.

“Yeah, Erens is my roommate. I’ve known him forever.” Armin replied casually.

Your brows contorted as you thought. Brain scattering as you tried to put the pieces together.

“I mean, he’s got quite the reputation…” You mumbled nervously, tearing your gaze away from Armin to glance over your shoulder through the glass door.

“Yeah, I know all about that. I try to stay out of it.” Armin chuckled nervously. His soft eyes couldn’t help but fall on the way you looked in the dim lighting.

You were pretty, really pretty. And on top of that, you didn’t interrupt him. Even during his explanation of microplastics and-

His heart raced. His cheeks flushed, ears burning as he stared at you again.

He couldn’t help but notice the tight top you wore, the way it showed off the soft skin of your waist and stomach.

You didn’t even realize he was checking you out. Through the window, Eren was causing trouble already…the usual, as it seemed.

When you turned back around to face him, Armin was flushing.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t staring! I promise..well maybe I was just—“

You raised an eyebrow, heart fluttering at his nervous scrambling. Your arms both rested over the edge of the balcony as the metal supported your back.

“You’re just really pretty,” Armin whispered, his voice dropping a soft octave as his eyes flicked up to meet yours.

God, that blue. It would drive any girl crazy, but most couldn’t handle the sea facts that came along with it.

“Thank you…I mean, you’ve got brains and looks. What’s not to love?” you confessed softly. The tension was coiled thick. The breeze seemed to dissipate between you.

Your hands found his waist, hesitant before they gently wrapped around him. His warmth bled through the soft fabric of his shirt. Your fingertips trembled slightly as they brushed against the leather of his belt.

“I mean…I usually don’t talk to pretty girls often. Especially about coral reefs. I’m a little out of my element here.” He confessed, his eyes darkening as he felt your hands slide around his waist.

He didn’t protest, even though his heart was thumping loud enough to cloud his mind.

“Same here. I mean, my friend Sasha dragged me here. I’d rather talk about coral reefs with you than deal with the drunk mess inside.” You whispered, voice breathless as you felt him press up into you.

Warmth spread throughout your body. Heat flooded down your neck from the gesture. Damn, he was seriously starting to turn you on.

“Guess we have more in common than I realized,” Armin whispered softly, his cheeks still flushed as he gently reached down. His hand was moving with a mind of its own as he gently pushed some of your hair behind your ear.

“God, you’ve changed so much over the summer. I remember you being completely different last semester.” You replied as one of your hands slid from his waist to his shoulder. Gently, you pulled him in until his hips were pressed hard against your own.

Armin let a soft moan slip from his soft lips. His eyes went wide as he realized what he’d just done.

“Shit, sorry…I mean—I guess I hope it’s a good change?” Armin whispered as his teeth tugged hard at his bottom lip to stop another desperate moan from escaping.

“A really fucking good change.” You whispered, the tension was so incredibly tight—

Your hands glided from his shoulder to the back of his neck. The small whimper he let slip on you stirred you on more.

His lips were so close. His breath mingling with your own.

So you closed the distance.

Your lips were hesitant as you sought out his own. Gentle, light, just testing the waters.

Armin moaned shamelessly against your mouth as he desperately tried to move with yours. His hands slid to your waist, his soft fingertips trembling as they brushed against the hot skin.

He pulled you in. His body is all hot and desperate as he moved his mouth in synch with yours.

You kissed him harder, just enough to make your heart skip a beat, before pulling away.

The two of you panted for breath as your foreheads rested together. Armin smirked, his chest tight from the kiss.

“Sorry, I hope that was—“

“Kiss me again.” Armin gasped.

“Fuck…” you cursed, tangling your fingertips into his soft blonde hair as you captured his lips again. This time, harder, stronger with more intent.

Armin's mouth was a little clumsy against your own. You laughed softly against his lips, glad he was so adorable like this. The fresh scent of his cologne made your knees nearly buckle.

The kiss deepened as your tongue slid across his bottom lip. Armin’s grip tightened around your waist at the gesture.

His lips gently parted enough to let you slip in. Tongue dancing dangerously as it caressed his own.

Armin whimpered at your warmth. His body was hot as it rutted up into your own.

The metal railing of the balcony dug into your back. But you couldn’t even focus on the pain with Armin's hot mouth on your own.

“I like—never do this..” Armin pulled away to whisper. The corner of his lips tugged up into a smirk as he pressed another needy, wet kiss to your lips.

You smiled softly as he pulled away. Your fingertips mindlessly playing with his perfectly styled hair as heat pooled hotter in your stomach.

“Me either if we’re being completely honest.” You whispered as your fingertips gently brushed the soft blonde locks from blocking his gaze.

“You’re a good kisser.” Armin moaned, confidence bleeding through as he initiated another kiss.

With a gentle moan, you swallowed it, your core pulsing as his hands slid against the skin of your waist.

“Likewise,” you murmured into his mouth, catching a sharp breath before turning your head to kiss him even deeper.

“Fuck…” Armin moaned as the new angle sent a shiver of arousal through his body.

“Don’t curse…it makes me feel things.” You whispered hope against his mouth, voice shaky.

“What kind of things?” Armin muttered as he dragged his lips away from your mouth. He hesitated only for a moment before he started to kiss down your jawline.

You choked on another moan as you felt his soft lips against the sensitive skin of your neck.

With a tight chest, you leaned back, heart beating loud in your ears as Armin found his confidence.

“I don’t know if you can handle what I’m thinking about you right now.” You gasped, mind going to unholy places as his teeth lightly grazed the flesh of your neck.

With a sharp breath, Armin gently sucked on the self skin, eyes softly fluttered shut as he just felt you.

“Shit—“ he gasped as his hips gently pressed against your own.

“It’s okay…” You coaxed softly. Chest heavy as you fought against to grinding back into him.

“I haven’t kissed like this…in a while,” Armin confessed as he shuddered. Hips slowly rolling against your own with a breathless moan.

You moaned in synch at the contact. Armin was already hard beneath the fabric of his pants, pressed up perfectly against your thigh.

“Relax…It feels good.” You gasped as you gave in. His hands gripped the fabric of his shirt tight as you pulled him in by the waist.

“Does it?” He whispered as his lips grazed your neck again. This time, leaving delicate kisses across the marks starting to form.

“Mhm..” you moaned back. Breath heavy as the heat between you only grew.

Armin's soft lips were teasing your neck, his hard cock already pressed up against your body.

And with one more look into those innocent blue eyes…

You had to have him inside you.

“How do you feel about getting a room, Arlert?”

cinnasite

nerd gone viral ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

꩜ pairing: nerd!armin arlert x female reader

꩜ warnings: explicit content, language

꩜ word count: 3.7k

꩜ synopsis: a harmless campus interview turns your best friend into an overnight internet sensation—and suddenly, every thirsty TikTok comment feels like it’s whispering your secret.

☆ art cred: @/juvianism on instagram :3

dreamersparacosm

handle with care ᯓ★ jeon jungkook

warnings. oral (f recieving), he hits it from the back, hair pulling, blue collar dick🚨🚨

summary. in which your landlord sends an electrician to fix your power, and you end up learning firsthand the magic of blue collar dick.

note. if you are reading this.. this is a queue’d post while im in MEXICO!!!!! you horny little sluts really thought i would leave you alone for 5 days.. i would never. i figured — hey if i can’t post part 5 of tpod i can at least give a life lesson on blue collar dick, right? backstory here is that the other day my best friend and i had a conversation about our sexy ass landlord and that got me thinking… jungkook..? blue collar..? big dick..? so anyways this is the product of that convo! (and also a standalone one shot bc yall be loving these!)

banner creds.

Later, when someone asks you to recap this story, you’ll say that in your defense, you weren’t expecting the electrician to look like he walked straight off some cringy Pornhub set. You’ll say you just wanted your electricity fixed, not to be spiritually humbled by a man who smells like sawdust and pine.

luvvjayk-deactivated20260713

34 + 35 - jungkook

⋆˚࿔ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x f!Reader (best friends to lovers, long-distance)

⋆˚࿔ Genre: Smut (18+), Angst, Pining, Friends with Tension/Benefits, Emotional Sexual Tension, Jealousy, Porn with (some) Plot, Reconnection

⋆˚࿔ Rating: Explicit / 18+ / MDNI

⋆˚࿔ Word Count: ~10k+ words

⋆˚࿔ Summary: Years of late-night FaceTime calls with your long-distance best friend Jungkook started as innocent catch-ups… then turned into something else entirely. Instructions. Edging sessions. Filthy praise. You saved every recording—especially the one labeled “34 + 35”. He was never supposed to find it. He was never supposed to fly to Seoul and fuck you like he’s been starving for you since the very first call.

⋆˚࿔ Warnings & Tags: explicit sexual content • heavy smut • long-distance mutual masturbation • FaceTime/phone sex • guided masturbation • dirty talk • praise kink • degradation kink • edging • orgasm denial • multiple orgasms • overstimulation • accidental voyeurism • jealousy • possessive behavior • rough sex • unprotected sex • creampie • multiple creampies • cum play • light impact play (spanking) • choking (light, non-breath-restricting) • hair pulling • nipple play • oral sex references • squirting • marking • no actual poly or cheating but brief date with another man (leads to jealousy trigger) • cum eating (brief, self-tasting)

⋆˚࿔ Additional Notes: This is shameless, plot-light smut with heavy emotional undercurrents. The sex is filthy, drawn-out, and escalates dramatically once they’re in the same room. If degradation, possessiveness, or intense jealousy dynamics bother you, please skip. just completely inspired by 34 + 35 - ariana grande song

The apartment in Gangnam was quiet except for the low hum of the city filtering through the half-open window—neon lights painting faint streaks across YN’s bedroom ceiling. She lay on her stomach across the duvet, phone propped against a stack of pillows, wearing nothing but an oversized black tee that used to be his from high school. It still smelled faintly like cedar and whatever cologne he’d worn back then, even after years of washing. She told herself she kept it for nostalgia. Lies.

The FaceTime ringtone cut through the stillness. She answered on the second one, and there he was: Jungkook in his study across an ocean, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the black ink of his forearm tattoos stark against the white button-down. Behind him, the same orderly chaos—textbooks stacked like architecture, a single desk lamp throwing gold across his sharp jaw and the faint shadow of stubble he hadn’t bothered to shave.

“You look like you’ve already given up on today,” he said first, voice low and rough from a full day of lecturing. He leaned back in the chair, stretching his arms overhead so the shirt pulled tight across his chest and the fabric rode up just enough to show a sliver of toned abdomen. He didn’t fix it. “What time did you even wake up?”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile. “Early enough to regret it. Had a meeting at nine that could’ve been an email. You? Still terrorizing freshmen with derivatives?”

“They terrorize themselves. One kid today asked if the chain rule was named after actual chains. I almost retired on the spot.” He dragged a hand through his hair, mussing it worse. “But yeah, long day. Grading midterms until my eyes crossed. Needed to see a friendly face before I lose my mind completely.”

The words landed softer than he probably meant. YN felt that familiar tug low in her stomach—the one she’d learned to ignore years ago. She shifted, letting the hem of the tee ride higher on her thighs, bare legs stretching across the sheets. His gaze flicked down for half a second. She pretended not to notice.

“You always say that like I’m doing you a favor,” she teased, voice deliberately light. “I’m literally just lying here procrastinating sleep. You’re the one with actual responsibilities.”

“Responsibilities are overrated. I’d trade them for your couch and a bottle of soju right now.” He tilted his head, studying her through the screen. “You’re wearing my old shirt again. Still fits?”

Her pulse skipped. “Barely. I’ve gained… personality since high school.”

“Looks like it fits exactly the way it should.” His tone stayed casual, but the way he said it—slow, eyes lingering on the way the fabric clung to the curve of her breasts—felt anything but. “You always sleep in that thing when you’re stressed. What’s going on?”

She exhaled through her nose, debating how much to give him. “Nothing major. Just… the usual. Swiped on some guy last week. We’re supposed to meet tomorrow. Drinks, maybe dinner if he doesn’t bore me to death in the first twenty minutes.”

Jungkook’s expression didn’t change, but something tightened around his mouth. “Another app casualty. What’s this one’s deal? Finance bro? Gym rat? Trust-fund poet?”

“Software engineer. Nice jawline, decent conversation over text. Claims he can cook. Jury’s still out.” She shrugged, trying to sound indifferent. “Figured I should at least try. Can’t keep living like a nun.”

He made a low sound—half laugh, half something darker. “You’re not a nun. You’re just picky. There’s a difference.”

“Picky, huh?” She arched a brow, rolling onto her side so the tee slipped off one shoulder. The strap of her bralette peeked out, thin black lace against skin. “Says the guy who hasn’t dated anyone longer than three weeks since grad school.”

“I date. I just don’t announce it.” He leaned closer to the camera, elbows on the desk, forearms flexing as he clasped his hands. “And when I do, it’s because they’re worth the time. Not because I’m trying to prove something.”

The jab landed. She felt heat crawl up her neck. “I’m not proving anything. I’m just… curious. Bored. Horny. Pick one.”

His laugh was quiet, almost private. “All three, probably.” He paused, eyes tracing the line of her exposed collarbone. “You ever think maybe you’re looking in the wrong places?”

Her breath caught. For one dangerous second the line between banter and something else dissolved. She could feel the weight of his stare like fingers on her skin.

“And where should I be looking, Professor?” The title came out huskier than she intended.

Jungkook didn’t flinch. If anything, his gaze sharpened. “Somewhere that actually knows you. Someone who doesn’t need an app to figure out what makes you tick.”

Silence stretched, thick and humming. She licked her bottom lip, suddenly hyper-aware of how dry her mouth felt.

“Careful,” she said softly. “That almost sounded like you were volunteering.”

He held her eyes for a long beat. Then the corner of his mouth lifted—just enough. “I don’t volunteer. I get requested.”

Heat flooded her core so fast she had to press her thighs together under the covers. She forced a laugh to cover it. “Cocky much?”

“Confident,” he corrected, voice dropping lower. “There’s a difference.”

She swallowed. “Noted.”

He changed the subject after that—asked about her latest project at work, told her about a ridiculous theorem one of his colleagues was obsessed with—but the undercurrent stayed. Every time he shifted and the light caught the ink curling around his bicep, every time his voice roughened from fatigue, she felt it: the slow, inevitable burn of wanting something she’d convinced herself she could never have.

Later, after they said goodnight and the screen went dark, YN didn’t move for a long time. She lay there staring at the ceiling, thighs still pressed tight, replaying the way he’d looked at her—like he already knew exactly how she’d fall apart under his hands.

She opened the dating app anyway. Swiped right on three more guys she’d probably never message.

Distraction. Always distraction.

But when she finally slid a hand between her legs that night, it wasn’t any of their faces she pictured.

It was his—sharp eyes, low voice, the slow roll of “I don’t volunteer. I get requested” echoing in her head while her fingers circled exactly the way she wished his tongue would. The next few dates blurred together like bad playlist skips—polite small talk over overpriced cocktails, awkward laughs at jokes that weren’t funny, hands brushing too soon or not at all. YN kept swiping anyway, telling herself momentum would eventually drown out the quiet ache that settled in her chest every time Jungkook’s name lit up her screen.

Then came Minho.

Software engineer, thirty-one, profile pictures heavy on gym mirrors and city rooftops. Messages sharp, flirty without trying too hard. He asked real questions, remembered details, made her laugh twice in under ten minutes of texting. When he suggested drinks at a low-lit bar in Itaewon and followed it with “no pressure, but I’d like to kiss you if the vibe’s right,” her stomach flipped in a way it hadn’t in months.

She said yes.

The date itself was good—better than good. Conversation flowed, his hand rested lightly on the small of her back when they walked, and when he leaned in outside the bar to brush his lips against hers, slow and deliberate, she felt the first real pulse of want coil low in her gut. He pulled back just enough to murmur against her mouth, “I’d really like to take you home tonight. Only if you want.”

She wanted. Or thought she did.

But the second the words left his mouth, panic bloomed sharp and cold beneath the heat. She’d had sex before—scattered, fumbling encounters in university that left her more confused than satisfied. She knew the mechanics. She didn’t know herself. Not the spots that made her breath hitch, not the pressure that turned ache into something shattering, not the rhythm her body actually craved. The thought of lying under him, clueless and performing, made her throat close.

She smiled, kissed him again—quick, deflecting—and promised to text about next time. He didn’t push. That made it worse.

Two nights later the humidity in Seoul was suffocating, windows open, fan doing nothing but stir the thick air. YN sprawled on her bed in nothing but black cotton boyshorts and a cropped tank, skin sticky, hair piled messily on top of her head. The FaceTime call connected at 11:47 p.m. her time, 9:47 a.m. his.

Jungkook appeared shirtless.

He must have just finished a workout or a shower; damp strands of black hair clung to his forehead, a towel slung around his neck, droplets tracing slow paths down the ridges of his collarbone, over the dark ink that wrapped his shoulder and spilled across his pec. The desk lamp behind him cast everything in warm amber, turning the sweat on his skin into something almost obscene.

He didn’t bother covering up. Just leaned back in his chair, arms crossed loosely over his chest, biceps flexing without effort.

“You look like you’re melting,” he said, voice still rough from sleep or maybe just the early hour for him. “Air-con broken again?”

“No. Just Seoul trying to kill me.” She shifted, propping herself higher on the pillows so the tank rode up, exposing the soft dip of her waist and the waistband of her shorts. “You look like you just finished filming thirst-trap content for your students.”

He snorted, wiping the towel across his neck. “They’d fail the next quiz if I did. What’s got you up this late? Another date?”

She exhaled, long and slow. The words felt heavier than they should.

“Yeah. Minho. The one I told you about.”

Jungkook’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes sharpened. “The rooftop guy. How’d it go?”

“Good. Really good, actually.” She dragged her teeth over her bottom lip. “He… wants to sleep with me. Asked tonight. I said maybe next time.”

A beat of silence. His jaw ticked once.

“And you’re freaking out because…?”

She laughed, but it came out brittle. “Because I have no idea what I’m doing, Jungkook. Like—zero. I’ve had sex, sure, but it was always… fast. Drunk. Awkward. I don’t even know what I like. Where to be touched. How fast, how hard, if I even get there the normal way. What if I just lie there like a dead fish while he’s expecting some porn-star performance? I’d rather die.”

He didn’t laugh. Didn’t tease. Just watched her through the screen with that steady, dissecting gaze he used when he was solving something complicated.

“You’re not clueless,” he said finally, voice low and even. “You’re just uncharted. There’s a difference.”

Her pulse kicked hard. “Uncharted. Cute metaphor, Professor.”

“Not a metaphor. A fact.” He uncrossed his arms, leaned forward so his face filled more of the frame, tattoos shifting with the movement. “You’ve never mapped it out properly. Never taken the time to figure out what actually makes your breath catch, what makes your hips move on their own, what gets you so wet you can’t think straight.”

Heat exploded under her skin so fast she had to press her thighs together. She tried to keep her voice steady. “And how exactly do I… map it?”

“You experiment.” He said it like it was the most logical thing in the world. “Alone. No pressure, no audience. Start slow—neck, collarbone, the insides of your arms. Then lower. Stomach. Hips. Inner thighs. Tease yourself until you’re aching, then go where the ache leads. Light first. Then firmer. Circles, strokes, taps. Pay attention to what makes your toes curl versus what just feels nice. Build it. Edge it. Learn your own rhythm.”

Every word landed like a slow drag of fingers. She could picture it—his voice in her ear while her hand moved exactly where he described. She swallowed hard.

“You make it sound like a research project.”

“It is.” The corner of his mouth lifted, but his eyes stayed dark. “Hypothesis: certain touches make you soak through your shorts. Test it. Record the results. Adjust variables. Repeat until you know your body better than anyone else ever will.”

She laughed shakily, but it sounded more like a breath. “And then what? Hand him the lab report?”

“No.” His voice dropped lower, almost intimate. “Then when he touches you, you know exactly how to guide his hand. Or tell him to fuck off if he can’t keep up.”

Silence stretched again, heavy with humidity and something else.

She shifted, the movement making the tank slip higher, the underside of her breast almost visible. His gaze flicked down—deliberate this time—then back to her face.

“You’re blushing,” he said quietly.

“It’s hot in here.”

“Sure it is.” He dragged the towel across his chest again, slower this time, like he knew exactly what the motion did to her. “Try it tonight. After we hang up. Start small. See what happens.”

“And report back?” The question came out huskier than she meant.

His smile was slow. Dangerous. “Only if you want extra credit.”

She felt the words settle between her legs like a hand. Her clit throbbed once, traitorous and sudden.

“Noted,” she managed.

They talked for another twenty minutes—work, weather, nothing important—but the undercurrent stayed. Every time he shifted and the light caught the ink on his ribs, every time his voice roughened on a yawn, she felt it coil tighter.

When they finally said goodnight, she didn’t hang up right away. Just watched the screen go dark, heart hammering.

Then she slid her hand down her stomach, past the waistband of her shorts, and did exactly what he’d told her.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Imagining his voice the entire time.

“Light first. Then firmer. See what makes your hips move on their own.”

Her back arched off the bed at the first real press.

She didn’t come that night—not fully—but the edge he’d put her on stayed for hours, humming under her skin like a live wire.

And when she finally drifted off, it was his low, steady “Only if you want extra credit” looping in her head, over and over, until sleep took her.

The weeks bled into each other like ink on wet paper, humid Seoul nights stacking one on top of the next. YN’s dating life stayed lukewarm at best—Minho texted sporadically, suggesting another drink, but she kept pushing it back with vague excuses. The real reason sat heavy in her phone history: longer and longer FaceTime calls with Jungkook that started innocent and ended with her thighs trembling under the sheets.

It began small. One call, she mentioned offhand that the “mapping” experiment had gone… okay. “But I keep getting stuck at the same point. Like my body knows what it wants but won’t tell me the combination.”

Jungkook had been mid-sip of coffee, shirt already gone because “LA decided to hit 38°C today.” The black ink curling over his shoulder and down his ribs caught the morning light filtering through his blinds. He set the mug down slowly.

“Then stop guessing. Be systematic.” His voice was calm, professorial, but lower than usual. “Next time, start at your clit but don’t go straight for it. Circle the hood first—light, barely there. Then drag one finger down the outer lips, back up, repeat. No penetration yet. Just tease until you’re dripping. See how long you can hold off before you crack and press harder.”

She’d laughed, nervous, cheeks burning. “You’re turning this into a fucking flowchart.”

“Precision matters,” he said, eyes locked on hers through the screen. “You want to know what makes you come undone? Then learn the variables.”

That was the first time she kept the camera on while following his instructions.

At first it was clinical—almost. She angled the phone high, so only her face and collarbones showed, the rest hidden under the duvet. Her giggles broke the quiet every time her breath hitched. “This feels ridiculous. I’m literally taking notes from my best friend like he’s my personal sex ed teacher.”

He didn’t laugh back. Just watched, jaw tight. “Keep going. Slower circles. Tell me when the pressure feels good versus when it feels like nothing.”

“Now it’s… better. Shit. Tingling.” Her voice cracked on the last word.

“Good. Stay there. Don’t chase it yet. Breathe through it.” His chest rose and fell visibly, slower than before, nipples dark against taut skin. “Describe it. Exact sensation.”

“Hot. Pulsing. Like everything’s drawing tight but not enough.”

“Then add a second finger. Flat, not pointed. Slide along the sides—never directly on the clit. Edge it. Pull back when you get close.”

She whimpered once—small, involuntary. His hand flexed on the desk, knuckles white.

The next call, she didn’t bother with the duvet. Just a thin silk slip the color of midnight, lace trim barely skimming the tops of her thighs. When she shifted to prop the phone higher, one strap slid down her shoulder. She left it there.

Jungkook appeared shirtless again, this time with sweat beading along his sternum. “You trying to kill the AC or something?” she teased, voice lighter than she felt.

“It’s broken. Again.” His eyes dropped to the fallen strap, lingered, then flicked back up. “Nice slip. New?”

“Impulse buy. Figured if I’m doing ‘homework,’ might as well look the part.” She stretched lazily, back arching so the silk pulled tight across her nipples, visible through the thin fabric. “Your turn. Any updates on the heat wave?”

“Still brutal.” He leaned back, arms spreading along the back of his chair so every line of his torso flexed—abs contracting, the deep V disappearing into low-slung sweats. “You ready for round two?”

“Born ready.” She smirked, but her pulse hammered in her throat.

This time the instructions came slower, more deliberate.

“Legs wider. Let me see how you’re touching.” His voice had dropped an octave. “Show me the rhythm. Slow-motion replay.”

She hesitated only a second before angling the camera lower—still not full exposure, but enough that the silk rode up, revealing the damp patch darkening her black lace boyshorts. She hooked a finger under the fabric, pulled it aside just enough.

“Like this?” She circled her clit with the pad of her middle finger—slow, feather-light.

His breath audibly caught. “Yeah. Exactly like that. Now press a little firmer. Small, tight circles. Count to ten, then stop. Repeat.”

“You’re evil.” But she obeyed, hips lifting off the mattress on the third round. “Fuck… it’s building fast.”

“Don’t come yet.” The command was quiet, almost gentle, but iron underneath. “Edge it twice more. Tell me how close you are each time.”

“Eight… nine… close. Really close.” Her thighs trembled. “Stopping… god.”

“Good girl.” The praise landed like a slap of heat. His hand had disappeared below the frame now—she could see the subtle flex of his forearm, the way his bicep tensed in rhythm. “One more. This time, two fingers inside. Curl them up, press against the front wall. Thumb on your clit. Slow grind.”

She moaned—open, shameless. “Jungkook… I’m gonna—”

“Not yet.” His voice was rougher now, strained. “Hold it. Squeeze around your fingers. Feel how wet you are. Tell me.”

“Soaked. Dripping down my thighs. Please…”

“Please what?”

“Let me come.” It came out desperate, cracked.

He exhaled hard through his nose. “On three. One… two… three. Now.”

Her back bowed off the bed, a broken cry tearing from her throat as the orgasm hit—sharp, blinding, thighs clamping around her own hand. Through the haze she saw him: head tipped back, throat working, the rapid flex of his arm below frame speeding up before he groaned low, body jerking once, twice.

Silence after. Heavy breathing on both ends.

She laughed shakily, dazed. “That… escalated.”

“You escalated it.” His voice was wrecked, eyes half-lidded. “Wearing that slip. Arching like that. You knew what you were doing.”

“Maybe.” She dragged a finger through her own wetness, brought it to her lips—slow, deliberate—tasting herself while holding his stare. “You didn’t seem to mind.”

His jaw ticked. “I didn’t.”

The call ended soon after—mutual goodnights that felt obscene in their politeness—but the shift was permanent now. No more pretending the tension was accidental.

The next night she answered in nothing but lace-trimmed boyshorts and a cropped tank that ended just under her breasts. When she leaned forward to adjust the phone, the hem lifted enough to flash the underside curve.

Jungkook appeared in only black boxer briefs, claiming the apartment was “still a furnace.” The outline of him—thick, half-hard—was impossible to ignore.

“New uniform?” she asked, voice husky.

“Fair’s fair.” He palmed himself once through the fabric—casual, like stretching. “You gonna behave tonight?”

“Never.” She slid a hand down her stomach, fingers dipping under the lace. “What’s the lesson plan, Professor?”

His smile was slow, predatory. “Tonight we work on endurance. You don’t come until I say. And I’m going to make it hurt so good you’ll beg for the numbers.”

She shivered. “Challenge accepted.”

The calls had long since stopped pretending to be casual. Now they were scheduled like appointments—late Seoul nights when the city quieted and his California mornings still carried the haze of sleep. YN answered one humid Thursday in nothing but sheer black lace panties and a cropped silk camisole that ended inches above her navel, the fabric so thin her nipples peaked against it the second the AC kicked on. She propped the phone against pillows, legs bent at the knees, thighs parted just enough that the camera caught the shadow between them.

Jungkook appeared in low gray sweats, no shirt, hair still damp from a shower. The tattoos on his ribs shifted with every slow breath. He didn’t greet her with small talk anymore.

“You’re already wet, aren’t you?” His voice was gravel, eyes dragging down the screen like he could feel the heat radiating off her.

She didn’t deny it. Just hooked a finger under the lace edge and tugged it aside, exposing slick folds to the cool air. “Been thinking about this all day. Couldn’t wait.”

“Show me how much.”

She slid two fingers down, parting herself, letting him see the shine coating her entrance. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped when she brushed her clit—already swollen, hypersensitive from days of edging herself to the memory of his last command.

They pulled up a video together—some soft-lit amateur clip they’d both saved to a shared note. A woman on her knees, mouth working slow and deliberate over a thick cock; the man’s hand gentle in her hair, guiding without forcing. At first they dissected it clinically.

“See how she keeps her tongue flat under the head?” Jungkook’s tone was steady, almost academic. “The pressure’s constant but not aggressive. Builds him up without rushing the finish.”

YN mirrored the motion with her fingers—circling her clit in wide, lazy loops, mimicking the slow drag of tongue. “Like this?”

“Slower.” His voice dropped half an octave. “Make it ache first. Let the need coil so tight you can’t think.”

Her hips rolled forward on instinct. A breathy moan slipped out—soft, testing. His jaw clenched visibly; the outline of his cock thickened against the gray cotton, straining the fabric.

“Fuck… you’re leaking,” he muttered, palming himself once through the sweats—slow, deliberate. “Keep that rhythm. Don’t speed up. Tell me how close.”

“So close… pulsing. God, Jungkook—”

“Stop.”

She froze, fingers hovering, thighs shaking. The denial hit like ice water and fire at once. “You’re cruel.”

“And you love it.” He tugged the waistband down just enough to free himself—thick, flushed, the head glistening. He wrapped a fist around the base, stroking once, eyes never leaving her screen. “Now resume. But match my pace. Slow. Up. Down. Feel every inch of the build.”

They synced without words—her fingers sliding in shallow thrusts, his hand gliding over his length in the same unhurried rhythm. Breathing grew ragged on both ends. The video played on, forgotten; all that mattered was the wet sounds filling the call, the way her clit throbbed under her touch, the flex of his forearm as he worked himself.

Mid-edge, when she was trembling and glassy-eyed, she let the words slip—breathless, teasing.

“What if we tried something like… 34 plus 35?”

He huffed a low laugh, hand still moving. “That’s just 69. Basic addition. You and your weird math jokes.”

The obliviousness sent a fresh gush of wetness between her thighs. She bit her lip hard enough to sting, imagining his mouth on her while she took him deep—tongues and lips and no space for air. The fantasy burned hotter because he didn’t catch it. Didn’t know how badly she wanted to flip positions, straddle his face, grind down while she swallowed him whole.

“Yeah… basic,” she murmured, voice wrecked. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

“Not stopping until you’re shaking.” His strokes sped fractionally—still controlled, but the vein along his shaft stood out stark. “Rub faster now. Small, tight circles. Imagine it’s my tongue instead—flat, pressing, flicking just enough to make you sob.”

She obeyed. Moans turned sharp, desperate. Her free hand gripped the sheet, knuckles white.

“Jungkook—please—”

“Not yet.” His voice cracked on the command. “Hold it. Squeeze around nothing. Feel how empty you are. How much you want to be filled.”

She whimpered—loud, broken. The denial stretched unbearable seconds into eternity.

Then, finally: “Now. Come for me.”

Her body seized—back arching off the bed, thighs clamping around her hand as the orgasm tore through her in brutal waves. She cried out his name, raw and unguarded. On screen, his head fell back, throat working, abs contracting hard as he spilled over his fist in thick, pulsing ropes—groaning low, wrecked.

They stayed like that—panting, spent, screens still open. No rush to speak.

After a long minute, he dragged a hand through his hair, voice hoarse. “You keep pulling that 34 35 shit… one day I’m gonna make you explain it.”

She laughed—shaky, satisfied. “Maybe I will. When you’re ready to solve it properly.”

He smirked, dark and knowing, even if he still didn’t get the subtext.

The tension didn’t break. It only thickened.

The next call came two nights later, no preamble, no casual check-in. YN answered in a sheer white camisole so thin the dark circles of her nipples pressed against the fabric like they were begging to be seen. No bra. No shorts—just black lace panties that rode high on her hips. She sat cross-legged on the bed, phone angled to catch the way the silk clung to the undersides of her breasts when she breathed.

Jungkook appeared shirtless again, but this time the pretense was gone. Gray sweats low on his hips, the thick ridge of his cock already outlined against the cotton before either of them spoke.

“You’re not even trying to hide it anymore,” he said, voice rough, eyes dragging from her chest to the damp spot darkening the lace between her thighs.

“Neither are you.” She shifted, letting her knees fall wider, the camisole strap slipping down one shoulder. “I see the flush on your neck. The way your forearm flexes when your hand disappears. You’re already touching yourself, aren’t you?”

He didn’t deny it. Just palmed the length of himself through the fabric—slow, deliberate. “Hard not to when you show up like that. What do you want tonight?”

“Show me.” Her voice came out breathier than she meant. “Stroke with me. Let me watch.”

A beat of heavy silence. His jaw ticked once, twice. Then he reached for the phone, angled it lower until the camera framed his lap: sweats shoved down just enough, cock thick and flushed in his fist, the head already slick. He gave one slow pump, eyes never leaving hers through the screen.

“Your turn.”

She hooked the lace aside, fingers sliding through her wetness before circling her clit—matching the lazy rhythm he set. Their breathing synced almost instantly: shallow inhales, soft exhales that turned ragged fast.

“Slower,” he commanded, voice gravel-low. “Match me. Feel every drag.”

She obeyed, hips rolling forward on the third stroke. A soft moan slipped out—his name tangled in it. His grip tightened visibly, thumb swiping over the slit, spreading pre-cum. “Fuck… say it again.”

“Jungkook…” She sped up fractionally, testing. “Like this?”

“Exactly like that. Tight circles. Don’t stop.” His strokes grew firmer, forearm flexing with each pull. The wet sounds filled the call—hers slick and obscene, his rougher, fist gliding over skin.

Tension coiled unbearable. She arched, free hand pinching a nipple through the sheer fabric until it ached. “I’m close… god, watching you—”

“Not yet.” His voice cracked on the denial. “Wait for me. Squeeze around your fingers. Imagine it’s mine stretching you instead.”

She whimpered—loud, desperate—but held the edge, thighs trembling. His head tipped back for a second, throat working, abs contracting hard.

“Now.” The word tore out of him.

She shattered first—back bowing, a broken “Jungkook—” spilling from her lips as her orgasm ripped through her, walls pulsing around nothing, slick coating her fingers. Seconds later he followed: low, guttural groan, hips jerking as thick ropes spilled over his fist, painting his stomach.

They stayed connected, panting, screens still open. No rush to speak.

After a long minute he huffed a quiet laugh, wiping his hand on the sheet. “Just friends helping friends, right?”

“Right.” Her voice was wrecked, smile shaky. “Totally platonic.”

The lie hung between them, thinner than the camisole still clinging to her sweat-damp skin.

She didn’t bother fixing the fallen strap next time. He didn’t bother mentioning the heat.

The bar lights were too dim, the music too loud, Minho’s hands too careful. YN tried—god, she tried—to stay present. His mouth on her neck should have felt good; instead it registered as wrong texture, wrong pressure. Every slide of his fingers along her thigh echoed Jungkook’s low “slower… build the ache” in her head. She arched into the touch anyway, chasing the ghost of commands that weren’t his.

They made it to his apartment. Clothes shed in the hallway, bed sheets cool against her back. He settled between her legs, kissed down her stomach, and she closed her eyes—picturing dark ink curling over broad shoulders, a voice rough with control. When his tongue flicked her clit, tentative, she moaned without thinking.

“Jungkook…”

The name slipped out—soft, wrecked, unmistakable.

Minho froze. Pulled back. The silence was louder than the city outside.

“What?” His voice was flat, confused. “Who the fuck is Jungkook?”

She sat up fast, heart slamming. “Shit—Minho, I—”

He was already rolling off the bed, grabbing his boxers. “You’re serious right now? You’re thinking about someone else while I’m—” He gestured between them, face twisting. “Never mind. Just… get dressed.”

The ride home was silent except for the hum of the taxi. She stared out the window, thighs still slick with unspent want, shame burning hotter than arousal ever had.

Next FaceTime, two nights later. She answered in the same silk slip, hair loose, trying for casual. Jungkook appeared shirtless, study lamp casting harsh shadows across his clenched jaw.

“So?” he asked, voice even. Too even. “How’d it go with Minho?”

She forced a smile, light. “It was good. Really good, actually. Your tips worked. I didn’t freeze up or anything.”

His eyes narrowed—sharp, predatory. The flush on his neck wasn’t from heat this time. His hand flexed on the desk, knuckles white. “Glad it helped.” The words came out clipped, smile tight enough to crack.

She felt the shift like a door slamming. He leaned closer, voice dropping. “Tell me exactly how good.”

Her pulse kicked. “Just… good. I came. Twice.”

Something dark flickered across his face—jealousy, raw and unfiltered. He didn’t speak for a long second, just stared, breathing slow and deliberate.

“Twice.” He repeated it like tasting poison, not convinced. “Must’ve been real thorough, then.”

The air between pixels crackled, thick with everything he wasn’t saying.

The FaceTime connected at 1:14 a.m. Seoul time. No hello. No small talk. Jungkook’s face filled the screen—jaw locked, eyes black with something feral, shirt already gone, sweats shoved down just enough to free his cock. It stood thick and flushed in his fist, the head slick from the few strokes he’d already given himself before answering.

“Strip.” The word came out low, guttural. “Everything. Now.”

YN’s breath caught. She was still in the same sheer slip from earlier—thin straps, lace hem barely skimming her ass. Her hands moved before her brain caught up: fingers hooking the straps, sliding them off her shoulders. The silk pooled at her waist, then she pushed it down her hips, kicking it off the bed. Naked. Exposed. Camera angled low enough to show the sheen already coating her inner thighs.

“Legs wide. Let me see how fucking wet you are from lying to me.”

She spread her knees, hooking them over the edge of the mattress. Her pussy glistened under the lamp light—swollen, dripping, clit visibly throbbing. She didn’t touch yet. Waiting for permission like he’d trained her.

“Touch. Slow. Two fingers. Spread yourself open so I can watch.”

She obeyed, parting her folds with trembling fingers. The cool air hit her clit and she whimpered—soft, needy.

“Imagine it’s my mouth instead.” His voice dropped darker, filthy. “My tongue flat against you, dragging up slow, then flicking your clit—sharp, fast, over and over until your hips buck. Then I suck it hard. Pull it between my lips. Teeth grazing just enough to make you cry.”

Her fingers circled faster on instinct. “Fuck… Jungkook—”

“Not yet.” He stroked himself in long, deliberate pulls—base to tip, thumb swiping the slit. “Edge it. Get right to the brink, then stop. You don’t come until I say. You don’t deserve it after letting some other guy think he could make you feel this.”

The jealousy bled through every word—raw, possessive. She moaned louder, fingers plunging inside, curling against that spot he’d taught her. Her thumb worked her clit in tight circles. Heat coiled viciously low in her belly.

“Close… so close—”

“Stop.”

She yanked her hand away with a broken sob. Thighs shaking. Pussy clenching around nothing. “Please… I need—”

“Greedy little bitch.” He sped up his strokes—wet sounds loud through the speaker. “Again. Same pace. Imagine me pinning your thighs open, tongue fucking into you while my fingers rub your clit. You’re dripping down my chin and you still can’t come.”

Second edge. She got there faster—body already primed, desperate. Back arching, moans turning sharp and frantic.

“Stop.”

She cried out—frustrated, wrecked. Tears pricked her eyes. “Jungkook, I can’t… please—”

“One more.” His voice cracked with restraint. “Then you get to come like the filthy slut you are. For me. Only me.”

Third time she didn’t hold back. Fingers thrusting deep, palm grinding against her clit. The pressure built unbearable—hot, liquid, unstoppable.

“Now.” He growled it. “Come. My filthy slut—come all over your hand while I watch you fall apart.”

She shattered. Hard. Back bowing off the bed, a choked scream tearing from her throat as her pussy spasmed, gushing slick in messy pulses that soaked the sheets beneath her. Legs trembling uncontrollably. His name spilled from her lips again and again—raw, reverent.

On screen, Jungkook’s head fell back. Abs clenched. Hand flying over his cock. “Fuck—YN—” He came with a low, broken growl—thick ropes spilling over his fist, painting his stomach, dripping down his knuckles. His whole body jerked with it, chest heaving.

They stayed there—panting, wrecked, screens still open. No words for a long minute.

Then he dragged a hand through his hair, voice rough but softer. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She laughed shakily, dazed. “More than okay.”

He didn’t know the red recording light had blinked on in the corner of her laptop the second the call connected. Didn’t know she’d angled the phone just right to capture every filthy command, every moan, every drop. The file saved automatically.

Named: 34 + 35

The conference email had landed in Jungkook’s inbox three days earlier—some last-minute panel on applied mathematics at Seoul National University. He’d booked the flight without overthinking it, telling himself it was just work. The fact that it put him in the same city as her for forty-eight hours was incidental. Convenient. Nothing more.

He texted her from Incheon Airport: “In Seoul till Sunday. Dinner tomorrow? Your place?”

Her reply came fast: “Yes. Bring nothing but yourself. I’ll order jjajangmyeon.”

When he knocked on her door the next evening, the hallway smelled like rain and fried food. She opened it barefoot, in loose cotton shorts and a thin tank top that clung just enough to remind him of every pixel he’d stared at for months. Her hair was messy, face bare except for a swipe of gloss. She smiled—easy, familiar—and pulled him into a hug that lasted one heartbeat too long.

“You’re taller than I remember,” she mumbled against his shoulder.

“You’re smaller.” He squeezed once before letting go, inhaling the faint citrus of her shampoo. “Or maybe I just missed you.”

They ate cross-legged on her living room floor, containers spread between them like old times. Laughter came easy—stories about his chaotic undergrads, her office drama, the way Seoul felt smaller now that he was back in it. Every time their chopsticks clinked or their knees brushed under the low table, the air tightened. She caught him staring at the curve of her neck when she tipped her head back to laugh. He noticed the way her thighs pressed together when he leaned in to wipe a smear of black bean sauce from her chin with his thumb.

“You’ve got sauce… right here.” His voice stayed low, casual. His thumb lingered a second longer than necessary, pressing just enough to feel her pulse jump.

“Thanks.” She licked her bottom lip after, eyes flicking to his mouth. “Can’t have you thinking I’m a messy eater.”

“I already know you are.” The words came out darker than he meant. She didn’t flinch—just held his gaze until the moment stretched thin and hot.

They cleaned up in comfortable silence, shoulders brushing in the tiny kitchen. When she bent to load the dishwasher, the hem of her shorts rode up, exposing the soft crease where thigh met ass. He looked away too late. She straightened, smirking like she’d caught him.

“Couch is yours tonight,” she said, tossing him a spare blanket. “Unless you want the floor. Professor’s choice.”

“Couch is fine.” He caught the blanket, fingers brushing hers. “I don’t plan on sleeping much anyway.”

She paused in the doorway to her bedroom, one hand on the frame. “Jet lag?”

“Something like that.”

Her eyes dropped to his mouth, then lower—quick, deliberate—before she disappeared down the hall. “Night, Jungkook.”

“Night.”

The apartment went quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and distant traffic. He tried to sleep. Tried scrolling his phone, staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the plaster. Nothing worked. The undercurrent from dinner still buzzed under his skin—every glance, every accidental touch replaying like a loop he couldn’t pause.

Around 2:37 a.m. he gave up. Sat up on the couch, blanket pooled around his waist. Her laptop sat open on the coffee table, screen dark except for a single glowing file icon in the middle of the desktop. Paused. Title: 34 + 35.

Curiosity—sharp, insistent—won.

He reached over, tapped the trackpad. The video resumed without warning.

His own voice filled the dim living room, low and filthy.

“Imagine my mouth instead—tongue flicking your clit, sucking hard.”

The camera angle was perfect: her on the bed, legs spread wide, fingers buried deep, back arched so hard her breasts lifted toward the ceiling. Sweat glistened on her skin. Her moans were desperate, broken—“Please… Jungkook, I can’t—”

His stomach dropped. Cock twitched instantly, thickening against the soft cotton of his sweats. He should have closed it. Should have shut the laptop, walked away, pretended he hadn’t seen.

He didn’t.

Instead he dragged the volume slider up a notch. Watched himself on screen—shirtless, hand working his length in brutal rhythm while he commanded her.

“Not yet, you greedy little bitch—hold it.”

Her body jerked at the denial, thighs trembling, a thin string of slick connecting her fingers to her entrance. She sobbed his name again—raw, pleading. Then the permission came.

“Now. Come. My filthy slut—come all over your hand while I watch you fall apart.”

She shattered. Back bowing off the mattress, a choked scream ripping out as she gushed—messy, uncontrollable pulses soaking the sheets beneath her. Her hips bucked like she was riding his face, his cock, anything to chase the aftershocks. On screen, his groan followed seconds later—low, wrecked—thick ropes spilling over his fist.

Jungkook’s breathing turned shallow. He was rock-hard now, painfully so, the head of his cock leaking against the fabric. He palmed himself once—slow, testing—through the sweats. The friction sent a jolt straight up his spine.

He replayed the last thirty seconds. Her face when she came—eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream, his name falling from her lips like prayer. Again. The sound of her squirting, wet and obscene. Again. His own voice growling “my filthy slut” like ownership.

His hand slipped under the waistband. Wrapped around himself. One slow stroke—base to tip—spreading pre-cum. Another. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep quiet, eyes glued to the screen where she was still trembling through aftershocks, fingers still inside herself, milking every last pulse.

The video looped back to the beginning. “Strip. Everything. Now.”

He sped up—fist tight, rhythm matching the frantic pace he’d set on cam months ago. His abs clenched, breath coming in harsh pants. The couch creaked under him. He didn’t care. All he could see was her—writhing, begging, coming undone because of him. For him.

He imagined walking into her room right now. Waking her with his mouth between her thighs. Making her come again—real this time, not pixels. Making her say his name while he fucked her through it, slow and deep, until she couldn’t remember anyone else’s.

The edge hit fast. Too fast. He groaned low—her name tangled in it—hips jerking as he spilled over his fist, hot and thick, soaking his sweats and the blanket. His whole body shuddered with it, vision blurring for a second.

Silence rushed back in. The video kept playing—her soft whimpers fading into heavy breathing.

The apartment was still dark except for the blue glow spilling from the laptop on the coffee table. YN had woken with a dry throat, the sheets tangled around her legs, body still humming from dreams she couldn’t quite shake. She padded barefoot down the hallway in the tiniest sleep slip she owned—black silk, barely grazing the tops of her thighs, thin straps already slipping off her shoulders, no bra, no panties. Just skin and want.

She stopped dead in the doorway to the living room.

Jungkook was sitting on the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, staring at the screen. The video was paused on a single frame: her own face mid-orgasm, mouth open in a silent scream, his voice frozen mid-sentence somewhere off-camera. “My filthy slut—come all over your hand while I watch you fall apart.” The timestamp glowed in the corner. He’d watched the whole thing. Multiple times, judging by the way his breathing was still uneven, the obvious ridge straining against his sweats.

He didn’t flinch when he saw her. Just lifted his gaze slowly—dark, unreadable, pupils blown wide.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” she whispered, voice cracking on the last word.

He stood. Slow. Deliberate. Every inch of the movement predatory, like a predator deciding the chase was over.

“Why keep it?” His voice was low, rough from lack of sleep and something darker. He took one step toward her. “Why label it ‘34 + 35’ and leave it right there on your desktop like a fucking invitation?”

She swallowed hard. The air between them felt flammable. “Because…” Her back hit the wall as he closed the distance. “Because when you’re gone—when it’s just me and the silence—it gets me off harder than anything else. Hearing you call me your slut. Watching you lose control because of me. I replay it until I can’t breathe. Until I come so hard I cry.”

The confession hung there—raw, shameless.

Something snapped in his expression. Not anger. Hunger. Pure, unfiltered need.

He crossed the last two strides in a heartbeat. One hand slammed against the wall beside her head; the other fisted the front of her slip and yanked her forward. Their mouths crashed together—rough, desperate, no preamble. His tongue pushed past her lips immediately, claiming, tasting the faint mint of her toothpaste and the lingering sweetness of the jjajangmyeon from earlier. She moaned into it—loud, broken—fingers digging into his bare shoulders, nails biting skin.

He tasted like coffee and restraint finally gone.

He spun her so her front pressed to the wall, cheek against cool plaster. The slip rode up instantly, exposing her ass. His erection ground against her from behind—thick, hot, insistent—while his free hand dragged up her thigh, bunching the silk until it bunched at her waist.

“You’ve been getting off to me for months,” he growled against her ear, teeth grazing the shell. “Fucking yourself raw to my voice while I was on the other side of the world, clueless. You think I’m not gonna make you pay for that?”

“Please,” she gasped, hips pushing back against him instinctively. “I need it. Need you.”

“You’ll get it.” His hand slid between her legs—two fingers plunging straight into her soaked heat without warning. She cried out, knees buckling. He caught her around the waist, holding her upright. “So fucking wet already. Dripping down your thighs just from watching me watch you. Pathetic.”

He pumped his fingers once, twice—curling hard against that spot that made her vision white—then pulled out. She whimpered at the loss.

“On your knees.”

She dropped without hesitation, carpet burning her skin. He shoved his sweats down; his cock sprang free—heavy, flushed, the head already slick with pre-cum. She opened her mouth automatically, tongue out, but he fisted her hair instead, tilting her head back.

“Not yet.” He stroked himself once—slow, deliberate—letting the tip drag across her bottom lip, smearing wetness. “You don’t get to taste until I’ve had mine.”

He hauled her up by the hair, spun her again, bent her over the back of the couch so her ass was high, chest pressed to the cushions. The slip was rucked up around her waist now—useless. He kicked her feet wider.

“Look at you.” His palm cracked against her ass—sharp, stinging. She jolted, moaning. “Ass up, pussy dripping, begging for it like the greedy little slut you are.”

Another slap. Harder. The sound echoed. Her skin bloomed red instantly.

“Say it.”

“I’m your greedy little slut,” she gasped, voice wrecked. “Please—fuck me. I need your cock.”

He didn’t tease. Didn’t ease in. One brutal thrust and he was buried to the hilt—thick, stretching her open in one go. She screamed—half pain, half pleasure—nails digging into the couch fabric.

“Fuck—tight,” he groaned, hips snapping forward again. “Been dreaming about this cunt for months. Squeezing me like you were made for it.”

The pace was merciless from the start—deep, punishing strokes that slapped skin against skin, his balls hitting her clit with every thrust. One hand wrapped around her throat from behind—not choking, just possessive—fingers pressing just enough to make her head spin. The other cracked down on her ass again, then again, turning it bright red.

“This what you wanted?” he growled, pace brutal. “Me fucking you raw while my voice still echoes in your head? While you’re still clenching around the memory of my fingers?”

“Yes—god, yes—” She was babbling now, words slurring. “Harder. Deeper. Mark me. Make me yours.”

He pulled out suddenly—leaving her empty, aching—and flipped her onto her back on the couch. Legs spread wide, slip torn at one strap so one breast spilled free. He hooked her knees over his shoulders, folded her in half, and slammed back in—deeper angle, hitting that spot relentlessly.

“Look at me.” His hand gripped her jaw, forcing her eyes to his. “You don’t get to close them. You watch while I ruin you.”

She obeyed—eyes glassy, lips swollen. He fucked into her harder, thumb finding her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles.

“Come,” he ordered, voice raw. “Come on my cock like you came for the video. Scream my name. Let the whole fucking building know who owns this pussy.”

The command tipped her over. She shattered—back arching off the cushions, walls clamping down so hard he groaned like it hurt. A gush of wetness coated them both; she sobbed his name—“Jungkook—fuck—Jungkook—”—over and over as wave after wave ripped through her.

He didn’t stop. Kept pounding through it—chasing his own edge—until his rhythm stuttered. “Gonna fill you,” he snarled against her mouth. “Gonna come so deep you’ll feel me for days.”

One last brutal thrust and he buried himself to the hilt, spilling inside her—hot, thick pulses that made her clench again, milking him dry. His forehead dropped to hers, both of them shaking, sweat-slick, breathing like they’d run miles.

For a long minute, neither moved. The laptop was still open—video long since ended, screen dark. The room smelled like sex and sweat and something possessive neither of them wanted to name yet.

He pulled out slowly—watching his cum leak from her swollen entrance, mixing with her own wetness. She whimpered at the loss.

“Stay,” he murmured, voice softer now. He scooped her up—legs around his waist—and carried her to the bedroom. Laid her on the sheets still warm from her earlier sleep.

He stripped the ruined slip off her completely, then shed his sweats. Climbed in beside her, pulling her back to his chest, one arm banded around her waist, the other sliding between her thighs to cup her possessively.

“We’re not done,” he whispered against her ear, already half-hard again against her ass. “Not even close.”

She shivered, pressing back into him. “Good.”

The city lights flickered through the curtains. Dawn was still hours away.

And neither of them was sleeping tonight.

The bedroom door barely clicked shut before Jungkook had her back on the mattress—face-down, ass up, still leaking his first load down her thighs. He didn’t give her time to catch her breath. One hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pinning her chest to the sheets; the other guided his cock back inside her in one long, punishing slide. She gasped—raw, oversensitive walls fluttering around him.

“Thought we were done?” he murmured against her ear, hips already rolling in slow, deep circles that dragged every ridge along her front wall. “We’re just getting started.”

He fucked her like that for long minutes—lazy but brutal, grinding so deep she felt him in her stomach. Then he pulled out, flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his elbows, and folded her in half again. Missionary this time, but slower. Deeper. Every thrust deliberate, eyes locked on hers the entire time. No words—just the wet slap of skin, her sharp inhales, his low grunts when she clenched around him. Sweat beaded on his brow, dripped onto her collarbone. She reached up, nails raking down his chest, leaving red trails over ink.

“Look at me,” he ordered when her eyes fluttered shut. “Watch while I fill you again.”

She did. Held his stare through the next orgasm—hers first, walls pulsing so hard he groaned like it hurt. Then his—hips stuttering, cock throbbing as he pumped another hot load deep inside her, so much it leaked out around him when he finally stilled.

They didn’t stay there long.

He carried her to the living room floor—rug burning her back as he laid her down, spread her thighs wide, and sank back in from above. Reverse this time: she straddled him facing away, ass bouncing as she tried to ride. He didn’t let her control it. Hands clamped on her hips, yanking her down hard onto every upward thrust, setting a punishing rhythm. His palm cracked against her ass—once, twice—until the skin glowed red again.

“Bounce harder,” he growled. “Show me how bad you wanted this.”

She obeyed—hips rolling, back arching, moans turning into sharp cries every time he bottomed out. He reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast circles until she came again—shaking, gushing around his cock, soaking his thighs. He followed seconds later, spilling inside her with a low “Fuck—take it all.”

Next was the wall—her back slammed against it, legs wrapped tight around his waist, arms locked around his neck. He fucked her standing, gravity driving him deeper with every snap of his hips. One hand braced beside her head; the other gripped her throat—not choking, just possessive pressure that made her eyes roll. She bit his shoulder to muffle her screams when the next orgasm hit. He bit her neck in return—hard enough to bruise—growling against her skin as he came again, flooding her until it dripped down her thighs and onto the hardwood.

They stumbled to the kitchen. He lifted her onto the counter—cold granite shocking her overheated skin. Legs spread wide, heels hooked on the edge. He stepped between them, thrust back in without warning, pace brutal again. The sound of skin slapping echoed off the tiles.

“You’re dripping everywhere,” he rasped, watching his cock disappear into her over and over. “My cum, your cum—such a filthy fucking mess.”

He reached past her, yanked open the drawer she kept her toys in—the one he’d once casually recommended she buy from during one of their calls. The small bullet vibrator landed in his palm. He clicked it on—low buzz filling the room—then pressed it straight to her swollen clit.

“No—Jungkook—too much—”

“You’ll take it.” He kept thrusting—deep, steady—while the vibrations wrecked her. “Come again. Milk me dry.”

She shattered almost instantly—sobbing, thighs shaking uncontrollably, walls spasming so hard he cursed under his breath. He didn’t stop the toy. Kept it pressed firm while he fucked her through another, then another—orgasms stacking until tears streamed down her cheeks, pleasure so sharp it bordered pain. When he finally came again—growling her name, hips jerking—he pulled out just enough to watch the last creampie leak out, mixing with her slick on the counter.

Dawn was bleeding pink through the curtains by the time they made it back to the bed. Bodies slick with sweat, cum, and exhaustion. They collapsed—her sprawled across his chest, his arm banded around her waist like he was afraid she’d disappear.

No grand declarations. No whispered I-love-yous. Just heavy breathing and the faint scent of sex hanging thick in the air.

He reached for the sheet, dragged it over them, then used a corner to gently wipe the sweat and mess from between her thighs. His touch was careful now—almost tender. He traced the fresh hickey blooming on her neck with his thumb, low chuckle rumbling in his chest.

“Fucked you stupid,” he murmured, voice wrecked.

She laughed—hoarse, spent. “Worth it.”

His eyes drifted to the laptop still open on the nightstand. The file name glowed in the dim light: 34 + 35.

He quirked a brow, thumb still stroking her skin. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She shifted—slow, deliberate—until she was straddling his hips again. His cock—still half-hard—twitched against her slick folds. She leaned down, lips brushing his, voice a soft, filthy whisper.

“Means I wanna 69 with you.”

She kissed him then—slow, deep, tongues sliding together like they had all the time in the world. He smirked against her mouth, hands sliding down to grip her ass—fingers digging in, pulling her flush so her wet heat dragged along his length.

“Noted,” he said, voice dark with promise. “But next time? You’re gonna beg for it properly.”

She rolled her hips once—teasing, testing. “Challenge accepted.”

The city outside woke slowly. Inside, they stayed tangled—marked, wrecked, irreversibly changed.

No going back.

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A/N :

hi hi… i’m finally back after almost six months and i return with something very different from my usual style 👀

this one-shot is mostly smut very fast paced with a very light plot, heavily inspired by me looping 34+35 by ariana grande way too many times and honestly… i had way too much fun writing it.

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when did you get hot? ᯓ★ jeon jungkook

— a dreamersparacosm 7k special .ᐟ.ᐟ

SUMMARY. Life after high school has been pretty mundane. Give or take a few breakups, a few quarter life crises, you’ve done well for yourself. Enter Jeon Jungkook: a blast from the past and your ex-Chemistry tutor, except now, it seems he's traded in his glasses and textbooks for a lip piercing and tattoos. The universe is clearly testing you... or maybe it's giving you one last shot to get it right.

pairing. jeon jungkook x reader

word count. 21.7k

warnings/genre. ex-cheerleader!reader, oc used to be a mean girl, ex-nerd!jungkook, jungkook used to be OBSESSED with oc, like clinically obsessed (what is wrong with him), slight sexting (kinda maybe) alcohol consumption, jimin instigating but what’s new, making out in dirty club hallways, fingering in an uber, he’s HUNGRYYY, he has a d*ck piercing!, oral (f receiving), you bounce on it, he fucks you while carrying you, idk read the rest they have sex, he cums inside you

note. WE NEED TO BRING BACK THE DYING ART OF A 10k+ WORD ONE-SHOT. the concept of publishing a 7k celly when my 6k celly hasn’t even been posted yet… i hate me too. i hit 7k a few days ago but this has been in the works since man’s best friend dropped. i’m quite proud of this, if i do say so myself. also before anyone yells at me, this was NOT on the to-do list but when there’s a will, there’s a way (or in my case, if you get a little tipsy, your brain starts thinking of ex-nerd!jungkook and this happens). this is just a fun little thing. porn with plot! but anywho, thank you all for following me, for engaging with my work, for continuing to give me a platform to share my passions. i love you all. here’s to many more celly’s!

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Saturdays. 3 PM. Brunch. It’s been carved in stone since the day you met Park Jimin during your freshman year at Yonsei University, when he was still closeted and you were still treating every night like your last on earth.

Today, he’s on a rampage about his fiancé of two years, Kim Taehyung.

“Do you know what he did? He bought a twelve foot cactus. Twelve. Fucking. Feet. And guess where it is now?” Jimin waves his fork dramatically, almost stabbing two nearby patrons in the process. “In the middle of our beautifully crafted living room. He’s lost his fucking mind.”

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♥︎ house tour : ドラマ

synopsis : you’re freshly heartbroken watching your influencer ex boyfriend yeonjun move on like it’s his full time job, so obviously you start a chaotic little series called house of me and rope your hot, tattooed neighbor into fake dating you for content, except the kisses and touch feel a little too real, he keeps calling you “ pretty girl ” off camera, and now you you’re left asking yourself are you rebuilding your heart, or just setting the whole house on fire. so yeah do you want the house tour ?

pairings : tattoo artist!jungkook x youtuberf!reader

genre : fake dating + neighbours to lovers

rating : MDNI | 18+ ( explicit )

warnings : jungkooks an absolute simp, lots of sexual tension, dirty talking, unprotected sex, dry humping, recording sex tapes, tit play, overstimulation, creampie, semi-public sex, possessiveness, choking, multiple orgasms, slight voyeurism, hair pulling, spitting, praise kink, thigh riding, jealous/territorial jk, cockwarming, pussy slapping, edging, cockwarming, squirting, crying from pleasure, body worship

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CTY MASTERLIST [a jeon jungkook story]

hello! welcome to the closer to you universe, here you will find all the installments of the fic with the same name. You probably won’t need to read all the works in a specific order — unless said otherwise, besides the first 3 parts of the original fic, as i’ll be mostly writing the ideas that come to my mind randomly for this story.

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‹𝟹 notes : this is lowkey ahhhhhh, sorry!

warnings : smut .ᐟ threesome .ᐟ zack x reader x cloud .ᐟ smut with plot .ᐟ

I pushed open the door to Seventh Heaven, hearing Tifa humming a soft tune from the bar. I walked towards her and sat on one of the stools at the bar. “Slow day today?”

Tifa looked up, setting the glass she was cleaning down. Her eyes twinkled warmly. “Yeah, pretty slow. You came at the perfect time,” she replied, leaning against the bar. “Want anything to drink?”

I shook my head. Tifa continued cleaning off the glasses, glancing up at me. “You know, there’s a bonfire happening tonight in Costa del Sol, and I think you’d enjoy it,” she said warmly, placing the last clean glass on the bar. “Why don’t you join me?”

I raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised but intrigued. “A bonfire? In Costa del Sol?” I mused, tapping my fingers on the bar counter. The idea of a beach bonfire sounded fun, but I wasn't sure if I was in the mood to socialize.

Tifa chuckled, her hands resuming their rhythm of cleaning off the glassware. “You know, you really need to get out of Midgar more often,” she said, a mixture of concern and encouragement in her tone. “You’re always holed up in your room. Come on, leave that place behind for at least a night. It’ll be good for you.”

I feigned mock offense, crossing my arms over my chest. “Excuse you, I’m not always holed up in my room, thank you very much,” I retorted playfully. “I’m usually busy and full with missions, you know.” I stuck my tongue out at her, trying to hold back a grin.

Tifa leaned in closer, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Come on, just this one night,” she pleaded, her voice tinged with persuasion.

“I promise you won’t regret it. It’ll be fun, I swear.” Her playful tone was infectious, and I found myself wavering despite my initial hesitation.

I sighed, unable to resist Tifa’s persuasion. “Fine, fine, I’ll go to this bonfire with you,” I relented, a small smile creeping onto my face. “But if it’s a complete waste of time, I’m blaming you.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape, Tifa and I made our way towards the beach where the bonfire was being held.

We had arrived in Costa del Sol just in time to witness the gorgeous sunset and had quickly gotten settled into our hotel rooms.

Now, with anticipation coursing through us, we walked closer to the bonfire. The sweet scent of smoke and saltwater mingled in the air as we approached the gathering.

The bonfire crackled and snapped, its flames licking at the night sky. A small crowd had already gathered around it, their laughter and chatter filling the air.

Some people were roasting marshmallows, others were simply enjoying the warmth of the fire, huddled together. Tifa and I found a spot close to the fire and plopped down onto the cool sand.

The night was perfect, the sound of the ocean waves in the background adding to the serenity. Tifa bumped my shoulder with hers, a mischievous smile on her face. “See? Not so bad, huh?”

As Tifa playfully nudged my shoulder, I looked up, my gaze wandering across the bonfire. My heart skipped a beat when I saw them.

Cloud and Zack stood across from me, their shirts unbuttoned, drinks in hand, deep in conversation.

Seeing both of them there, so casually attractive, made my stomach flutter. I tried to look away, but my eyes kept darting back to them.

Tifa let out gasp, her eyes widening in recognition. “Oh my god, is that Cloud and Zack?” she exclaimed, starting to wave and call out to them.

Panic surged through me, and I quickly slapped my hand over Tifa’s mouth, silencing her. “Tifa, no!” I hissed, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Tifa shot me a knowing smirk, clearly amused by my panicked reaction. She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. “Oh, I get it now,” she teased, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “You’re crushing on both of them, aren't you?”

My cheeks burned even more, and I shot Tifa a withering glare. “Shut up,” I muttered, burying my face in my hands. Of course, Tifa had to hit the nail on the head.

I was hopelessly crushing on both Cloud and Zack, and it was incredibly embarrassing.

Tifa couldn’t help but tease me, a sly smile spreading across her face. She leaned in even closer, her voice now a low whisper. “Crushing on both zack AND cloud? Someone’s greedy.” She snickered, clearly amused by my predicament.

“Tifa!” I exclaimed, my face feeling like it was on fire.

Tifa couldn’t hold back her giggles, clearly enjoying my flustered state. “Your greed really does sicken me,” she teased, poking my side playfully.

Tifa leaned in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Do you ever picture them together... you know, Eiffel Tower style?”

I nearly choked on my own spit, my eyes widening in shock. “Tifa!” I hissed, swatting her arm. “You can’t just say stuff like that!”

Tifa laughed, clearly amused by my reaction. “What, just being honest here.” She gave me an impish grin. “I bet you’ve thought about it, haven’t you?”

I flushed even deeper, feeling utterly mortified. Yes, I had thought about it, more times than I cared to admit. But having Tifa tease me about it was a whole different level of embarrassment.

Before I could respond, Tifa suddenly perked up, her hand shooting up in the air as she called out to them.

“Zack! Cloud! Over here!”

My heart skipped a beat as I watched Zack and Cloud turn towards us, their eyes scanning the area, wondering where their names are being called from until they found us.

Zack’s face lit up with a friendly grin when he spotted us, and he quickly made his way over, with Cloud following close behind.

“Well, look who it is!” Zack exclaimed, his usual charm in full force. “Tifa, Y/N! Good to see you two!”

Tifa’s smile widened, greeting them both warmly. “We didn’t know you were going to be here tonight.”

Cloud nodded in greeting, his gaze flicking towards me for a moment before shifting back to Tifa. “Yeah, we decided to come last-minute.”

I tried to compose myself, still feeling flustered from Tifa’s earlier teasing. “It’s a nice night for it,” I managed to say, hoping my voice didn’t sound shaky.

Zack plopped down on the sand next to me, flashing a playful grin. “You don’t mind if we join you, do you?”

Tifa eagerly nodded, her smile widening. “Please do! The more the merrier.”

I shot Tifa another glare, trying to silently convey that I wasn’t very enthusiastic about her enthusiasm. She just smirked back at me, clearly amused by my discomfort.

Zack let out a lighthearted laugh at my expression, his shoulders shaking. “Relax,” he said, bumping my shoulder gently with his. “We don’t bite.”

Despite my initial reluctance, I couldn’t help but chuckle at Zack’s lighthearted remark. “So how are the missions going?” He asked.

“Missions have been hectic, as always,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “Nothing I can’t handle, though.”

Zack nodded, understanding the hardships that came with being a mercenary. “I feel you. Seems like there’s always trouble brewing somewhere.”

Cloud, who had been silently observing, spoke up finally. His eyes flickered towards me, a hint of concern in them. “You holding up alright?”

The genuine concern in Cloud’s voice caught me off guard, and I found myself blushing slightly. “Yeah, I’m managing,” I said, forcing a casual tone. “Just the usual chaos, you know?”

Tifa, still finding amusement in my situation, stifled a giggle. She was clearly enjoying seeing me squirm.

Cloud turned his gaze to Tifa, a small smile forming on his face. “And hows Seventh Heaven doing, Tifa?”

Tifa’s smile widened, and she leaned back, proud of well seven heaven was doing. “Oh, Seventh Heaven’s doing great, as always.” She chuckled. “Business is good, and the regulars keep coming back for more.”

Zack chimed in, giving Tifa a playful nudge. “It’s because you make the best drinks in all of Midgar, of course.”

Tifa beamed at the compliment, clearly pleased with herself. “Ah, you flatterer. But it’s true, my cocktails are pretty unbeatable.”

I rolled my eyes playfully, unable to help myself. “Modest as always, Tifa.”

Time ticked by as the group caught up, chatting and laughing together. I couldn’t help but steal a few glances at Cloud and Zack every now and then. Their casual demeanor and easy banter only added to their appeal.

I tried to be subtle about it, not wanting anyone to notice my lingering stares, but I caught Tifa giving me amused glances occasionally.

Suddenly, someone nearby yelled out, their voice cutting through the chatter. “Anyone up for some truth or dare!?”

Zack raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He nudged my arm playfully. “You game, Y/N?”

I hesitated, still feeling a bit self-conscious about the whole situation. But before I could respond, Tifa stood up, her hand extended towards me.

“Come on,” she said with a mischievous grin of her own. “Live a little.”

I let out a sigh, knowing that Tifa wasn’t going to let me off the hook. I took her hand and let her help me to my feet. “Alright, fine,” I conceded.

Tifa cheered, clearly delighted with my decision. She linked her arm through mine and dragged me towards the circle of people gathering for the game.

Zack and Cloud followed right behind us, their gazes fixed on me, curious to see how this would play out.

As we sat down, Cloud and Zack settled on either side of me, and Tifa took a seat across from me. Zack handed me a drink, his fingers brushing against mine as he did, causing a slight jolt to run through me.

I took the drink from him, our gaze lingering for a moment before I muttered a soft “Thanks,” my heart racing a little faster than usual.

Zack grinned, tilting his own drink toward me in a playful toast. “No problem,” he said, his voice light and teasing. “Thought you could use something to loosen up a little.”

Cloud shifted slightly beside me, quiet as ever but somehow still making my pulse quicken just by being so close.

Tifa smirked from across the circle—she knew exactly what was happening. The chaos was only beginning.

The game started out relatively tame, with people daring each other to do silly tasks or answering innocent questions.

But I could feel the tension building beneath the surface, especially between me and the boys sitting on either side of me. Their proximity was more distracting than I cared to admit.

As the game continued, the dares grew bolder, and the questions became more personal.

When it was my turn, my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. “Alright, Y/N, truth or dare?” someone asked.

I swallowed hard, aware that both Zack and Cloud were watching me keenly. “Uh, dare,” I managed to say, my voice betraying my nervousness.

The girl giving the dare gave me a sly smile, clearly enjoying the tension in the air. “I dare you…” she said, pausing for dramatic effect, “to kiss Cloud.”

I nearly choked. Kiss Cloud? My face felt like it was on fire as I turned to look at him. He seemed unfazed, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

For a second, I wondered if I should just take the penalty—down my drink or something—but then Cloud shifted slightly beside me, his smirk deepening.

He was daring me to do it.

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering in my ears as I turned toward him fully. The firelight flickered across his sharp features as he watched me with quiet amusement.

Slowly—probably too slowly—I leaned in, feeling the warmth of his breath mingling with mine before our lips finally met.

It was quick but electric, sending a shiver down my spine as we pulled apart far too soon for my liking. The group whooped and hollered around us while Zack let out an exaggerated whistle from beside me, grinning like he’d won something by witnessing it firsthand.

Tifa wiggled her eyebrows at me from across the circle before turning towards someone else—“Alright! Next!” she announced cheerfully.

The game continued, with each round more and more daring than the last. When it was Zack’s turn, someone dared him to kiss me. It was a playful dare, but it still sent a flutter right through me.

Zack didn’t hesitate—he just flashed that roguish grin of his and leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against mine. It was a quick, unexpected peck, but it left me reeling all the same.

Across from me, Tifa looked visibly surprised. Clearly, she hadn’t expected two of the guys I had a thing for to be kissing me in one night.

By now, the game had grown more chaotic, with the dares becoming even wilder. I needed a break, some space to catch my breath and collect my thoughts. So I excused myself, muttering that I needed some air.

I walked away from the circle, making my way towards the shoreline, craving the cool night air and the calming sound of the ocean waves.

The beach was quieter away from the bonfire, the only sound the rushing of the waves against the shore.

The gentle sea breeze cooled my flushed skin as I took a few deep breaths, trying to steady my racing heart.

I sat down and brought my knees up to my chest. I watched the waves reach the tips of my feet, just enough to feel how cool the water was.

“Needed a break?”

I turned my head abruptly at the sound of a familiar voice, and my heart skipped a beat. Zack stood there, his hands casually stuffed in his pockets.

“Yeah,” I managed, my voice catching a little. Seeing him there, the light from the bonfire dancing over his face, was doing things to my heart rate. “It was getting pretty chaotic back there.”

He chuckled softly, walking over to where I was sitting and taking a seat next to me. “Yeah, that game tends to get intense,” he agreed, his gaze drifting out towards the ocean.

There was a comfortable silence between us for a moment, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore the only noise.

I stole a glance at him out of the corner of my eye, trying not to give away how much my heart was racing in my chest just by having him sit this close to me.

Zack leaned back slightly, stretching his legs out in front of him. He seemed to notice me stealing glances at him, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You know, you’re pretty bad at hiding your staring,” he said lightly, a playful tone in his voice.

Heat flooded my cheeks, and I quickly looked away, embarrassed that he’d caught me ogling him. “I wasn’t staring,” I mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant even as my heart thumped against my ribs.

“Oh really?” Zack replied, his voice still tinged with amusement. “Your face says otherwise.”

He inched a little closer, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body even through the cool night air. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, y’know,” he chuckled lightly, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Shut up,” I said laughingly, giving him a playful shove.

Zack feigned hurt, clutching his chest dramatically. “Ouch, harsh,” he said, grinning, before retaliating with a quick nudge back.

It was impossible to be genuinely mad at him, especially when he was so close, a teasing glimmer in his eyes.

Zack’s gaze shifted from me to a figure approaching us. I looked up too, seeing Cloud strolling over, a casual, relaxed look on his face.

“Game got too intense, had to leave,” Cloud stated plainly, making his way over and plopping down on my other side.

Zack smirked. “Couldn’t handle the dares?” he asked, tilting his head playfully.

Cloud leaned back, looking out towards the ocean. “The dares got stupid as time passed,” he explained, a note of boredom in his voice. “Thought I’d join you two instead.”

Zack chuckled at Cloud’s bluntness. “Don’t want to partake in the chaos?”

Cloud shrugged, a small glint in his eyes. “Too much idiocy there for my taste.”

Zack let out a snort of laughter. “You’re one to talk about idiocy,” he teased.

Cloud shot Zack a sideways glare, but there was no real malice behind it. “At least I don’t have the attention span of a goldfish like you,” he retorted.

I tried to hold back a grin as I watched them jokingly banter back and forth.

Zack’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he spoke up, a smirk spreading across his face. “How about we have our own game of truth and dare?” he suggested, glancing at Cloud with a knowing look.

Cloud raised an eyebrow but didn’t seem averse to the idea. “As long as the dares aren’t as ridiculous as the ones back there,” he said, his tone skeptical but intrigued.

Zack’s smirk deepened. “No promises,” he teased, nudging Cloud playfully. “But you know me, I like things interesting.”

I shifted slightly, my heart skipping a beat when I realized I was now sat between Cloud and Zack, both of their shoulders brushing against mine on either side. This could be either wildly fun or a complete disaster.

Zack’s smirk widened. “Alright, I’ll go first,” he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Cloud, truth or dare?”

Cloud seemed cautious but decided to take the bait. “Dare,” he replied, eyeing Zack warily.

Zack’s smirk turned into a full-fledged grin. “I dare you...” he drawled, clearly mulling over his choice. After a moment, his mischief returned. “I dare you to... kiss Y/N.”

My heart leapt into my throat, and I was sure they could hear it pounding against my ribcage. My eyes widened, and I looked at Cloud, who seemed both amused and slightly taken aback by Zack's demand.

Zack’s grin widened, clearly enjoying himself. “And not just a peck,” he added, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Really go for it.”

I could feel my face heating up. I had expected teasing and harmless dares, but this was something else entirely. Across from me, Cloud’s expression remained stoic but there was a hint of something more in his eyes.

With a quick, smooth movement, Cloud grabbed my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. His eyes were intense, almost searing into mine, before his lips found mine in a searing kiss.

It was like electricity crackled between us as his mouth moved against mine, his hand on my chin keeping me anchored to him. The world seemed to fall away as I lost myself in the kiss, my heart pounding wildly, every nerve in my body alive with unexpected desire.

I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t even focus on anything other than the sensations he was igniting within me. My hands moved of their own free will, fingers grasping at the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more.

Just as quickly as it started, it was over, Cloud breaking the kiss, but his hand still lingered on my chin, our faces still just a breath away from one another, his eyes dark with an intensity I’d never seen before. I was left speechless, my heart still thrumming in my chest, my lips tingling.

As if on queue, Cloud turned his attention to Zack, the corner of his mouth curled up into a small smirk. “Zack,” he began, “truth or dare?”

Zack lifted an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance but there was a glint in his eye. “Dare.”

Cloud’s smirk grew, and he leaned back, his gaze locking with Zack’s. “Alright then, I dare you...” He paused, as though for dramatic effect. “I dare you to pick a number.”

Zack raised an eyebrow, clearly curious but wary. “A number? That's it?”

“Just a number,” Cloud confirmed, a hint of challenge in his tone. “Say any number between one and three.”

Zack shrugged, a nonchalant smirk on his lips. “Alright, three.”

Cloud nodded, a sly gleam in his eyes as he looked between Zack and me. “Kiss Y/N’s neck.”

I felt my cheeks grow warm as both Zack and Cloud’s gazes found me, and then Zack shifted, moving closer. His hand gently brushed my chin, tilting it up to expose my neck as he dipped his head, his lips meeting the sensitive skin there.

I let out a soft gasp, the sensation of his lips on my neck sending a shiver down my spin. It was a simple touch, but it set my skin on fire. His lips traced a path along my neck, trailing soft kisses along my jawline, and as he did, he looked up, his eyes meeting mine as if to gauge my reaction.

Zack leaned in, his voice a low whisper, “Truth or dare?”

Despite the shiver that ran down my spine, I managed to find my voice. “Dare,” I replied, my heart pounding in anticipation.

Zack's lips curled into a lopsided grin, his gaze flickering towards Cloud for a moment, and then he leaned forward, his words soft but deliberate.

“I dare you to choose... me or Cloud.”

My breath hitched at his words, my heart fluttering wildly in my chest. I looked at him, and then at Cloud, who was watching me with a cool, unreadable expression.

I felt torn, conflicted, my feelings a tangled mess. How could I possibly choose between the two of them?

Just as I was about to speak, I felt Cloud move closer to me, his chest almost flush against my back. His breath was warm against my skin, and I couldn't help but shiver.

“Having trouble choosing?” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, his fingers lightly grazing my arm.

My thoughts raced, and I suddenly realized something. Tonight, I didn't need to choose. The realization hit me like a freight train. I wanted them both, desperately, intensely, and the thought was liberating.

“Both,” I managed to blurt out, my voice hoarse with desire. “I want.. both.”

Both Zack and Cloud’s eyes darkened at my words, a moment’s silence passing between the three of us as they processed what I had said.

Zack broke the silence first, a cocky smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Did you hear that, Cloud? She wants both of us.”

Cloud raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “I heard,” he replied casually, his gaze shifting between Zack and me. “But can you handle both of us?”

A surge of confidence rushed through me, and I found myself responding with a smirk. “I can manage,” I assured them, my voice laced with playfulness. “The question is, can you both handle me?”

Zack let out a bark of laughter, his expression amused and intrigued. “Oh, we can handle you alright.”

Cloud nodded, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “We’ll show you exactly how well we can handle you.”

Before I could even react, both Zack and Cloud descended on my neck, their lips finding the sensitive skin in a flurry of kisses.

I gasped, my head falling back, my eyes fluttering shut as their mouths worked in tandem, their touch possessive and hungry.

I whimpered softly, my fingers tangling in Zack’s hair as his lips trailed down my throat with slow, teasing bites. At the same time, Cloud’s mouth found the other side of my neck—his kisses deeper, more deliberate.

The contrast between them was intoxicating; Zack’s playful teasing and Cloud’s commanding intensity melded together perfectly.

Slowly, Cloud moved away from my neck, his lips trailing upwards, finding their way to my mouth with a heated intensity. I met his kiss with equal fervor, my body arching against him, desperate for more.

His mouth was demanding, his grip on me firm as he kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth with a possessive fervor. I could feel his desire, his need for me mirrored in the way his hands roamed over my body, as if he wanted to claim every inch of me.

As I pulled away from Cloud, my breath coming in quick, sharp pants, I found myself drawn to Zack. His mouth was hot and eager as he met mine, his kiss rougher, more urgent than Cloud’s.

He pulled me closer, his tongue delving into my mouth, his desire for me clear in his every touch. At the same time, Cloud’s lips moved down my neck once more, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses, his teeth grazing my skin sending shivers down my spine.

I stood up, my legs slightly shaky, I turned to both Zack and Cloud, my voice low and filled with anticipation. “Follow me.”

They exchanged a glance, a wicked gleam in their eyes as they quickly stood up, following me without question. The night was still young, and the fire between us was far from extinguished.

Tugging on both of their hands, I led them towards the nearby hotel, a place I had checked out earlier with Tifa. It would offer some privacy for the night.

As we slipped away from the bonfire, everyone was too busy with their own fun to notice our absence. We made our way to the nearby hotel with silent footsteps, the night air cool against our flushed skin.

The walk to the hotel felt like an eternity, the anticipation building with every step. Finally reaching the entrance, we quickly made our way through the lobby, doing our best to look casual despite the intensity of the desire crackling between us.

As soon as the hotel room door clicked shut behind us, the pretense dropped, replaced by a palpable hunger.

I stood between them, Zack in front of me, and Cloud behind. Zack’s shirt was unbuttoned, making it easy to slide off, and it hit the floor with a soft thud. I turned to Cloud, my hands finding the buttons of his shirt. He watched me intently, his gaze darkened with desire.

I slowly began undoing the buttons, my fingers slightly trembling with anticipation. Finally, his shirt fell away, revealing his broad shoulders and muscular chest. I trailed kisses down his neck, my hands roaming over his skin, relishing the feel of him.

Cloud let out a low growl as my lips traveled down his chest, his hands gripping my waist possessively. Meanwhile, Zack stepped forward, pressing himself against my back—his own skin warm and firm against me. His fingers traced up my arms before threading through my hair and tilting my head back so he could claim another deep kiss.

Caught between them like this—Cloud’s mouth on mine one moment only for Zack to steal it the next—left me breathless and dizzy with want.

“Guess I was right,” Zack murmured against the shell of my ear while Cloud nipped at the juncture of where neck met shoulder. “You can handle us just fine.”

Cloud let out a low chuckle, his hands tightening around my waist as Zack’s fingers trailed down my back, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“She definitely can,” Cloud agreed, his voice rough with want as he tilted my chin back towards him to claim another searing kiss.

Zack didn’t waste any time either—his teeth grazed along the curve of my shoulder while one of his hands slid possessively up the front of me.

My breath hitched at the contact between both their touches—rough and teasing from Zack, slow and deliberate from Cloud—leaving me completely overwhelmed by sensation yet still craving more.

I arched into them shamelessly now; no hesitation left in me… only need burning hotter than any bonfire outside ever could.

As the straps of my tank top slipped down my shoulders, both Zack and Cloud inhaled sharply, their gazes darkening with a mix of desire and possession.

“You’re a goddamn vision, you know that?” Zack breathed, his eyes raking up and down the bare skin now exposed.

Meanwhile, Cloud leaned in, planting a line of searing kisses along the curve of my shoulder to my neck. He murmured his approval against my skin, the words sending shivers down my spine.

They didn’t stop—Zack’s hands explored every inch of me they could reach while Cloud continued kissing on my neck. They seemed to want to see if they could find and tease every sensitive spot I had, making me moan and gasp with every new brush of fingers and mouths against skin.

Finally, Cloud’s hands found the hem of my tank top, and with one swift move, my top was tossed in the growing pile of discarded clothes.

Zack’s hands found my waist again, turning me to face him. He slowly sank down to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine.

Behind me, Cloud reached up and cupped my breasts with his hands. His touch was rougher this time, more possess. His fingers flexed and twitched against my skin as he moaned against my neck in approval.

I arched my back in response, my head falling back against Cloud’s shoulder. He leaned down, his mouth finding the other side of my neck to kiss and nip.

Meanwhile, at the foot of me, Zack was staring up at me like I was a goddess. “Eyes on me,” he said, his voice rough with need. “Don’t look away from me.”

Zack’s hands found the waistband of my shorts and he paused, looking up at me with a silent question in his eyes. He was waiting for my word, my assurance that I was comfortable going further.

I knew exactly what he was asking, but my head was swimming as they both continued to touch me, to make me feel things I never imagined feeling. Still, I managed a nod, my voice a mere whisper as I murmured, “Yes… please.”

Zack’s fingers looped through the waistband of my shorts—his hands slightly trembling with anticipation. With a slow, torturous motion, he eased them down, his lips trailing a path of kisses along my hip bones.

Every touch, every kiss sent waves of heat through me, and my knees wobbled beneath me. Zack pressed another lingering kiss to the valley between my hip bones, his hands gripping me tight to keep me standing.

As I stepped out of my shorts, my legs quivered uncontrollably, my moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing second. Cloud’s hands continued their slow, methodical massage on my breasts, his thumbs circling my hardened nipples, sending electric shocks of pleasure straight to my core.

Without warning, Zack buried his face between my thighs, his warm breath hitting my most sensitive spot. I cried out loudly, my hands flying to grip his hair as he began to lick and suck on my clit with fervor.

My head fell back against Cloud’s shoulder, my lips finding his in a desperate, hungry kiss. He responded immediately, his tongue tangling with mine as Zack continued to devour me between my legs. The sensation of being kissed deeply while being eaten out was overwhelming, and I moaned loudly into Cloud’s mouth.

As Zack continued to feast on my pussy, his tongue thrusting in and out, Cloud’s hands slid down my body to spread my legs wider. He guided my hips back slightly, allowing Zack better access while his own hands gripped my inner thighs, keeping them spread open.

I moaned louder, the sensation of being so completely open and exposed sending me spiraling into a state of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Zack’s tongue was relentless, his fingers spreading my lips apart to expose my clit, which he sucked hard into his mouth.

Lost in a haze of ecstasy, I looked down between my trembling legs to see Zack eating me out with wild abandon. His hair was disheveled, falling into his eyes as he buried his face between my thighs. I reached down and gently moved the strands away from his face, revealing his flushed cheeks and intense gaze looking up at me.

With a final, wet suck on my clit, Zack pulled away and began placing open-mouthed kisses up my inner thigh, my stomach, and finally reaching my neck where he captured my pulse point between his lips. His hands came up to grip my ass tightly as he looked up at me with hungry eyes.

As Zack kissed and sucked on my neck, Cloud leaned in from behind me, his lips capturing mine in a deep, passionate kiss. My hands instinctively reached out, slipping into both of their swim shorts simultaneously. I wrapped my fingers around their hard lengths, stroking them both as they continued to kiss me everywhere.

Zack broke the kiss on my neck to groan loudly as I pumped his cock steadily. Cloud moaned into my mouth, his tongue pushing past my lips to dance with mine urgently. Precome leaked from both of their tips, coating my palms as I jerked them off together.

The boys started to move their hips in sync with my strokes, fucking my hands eagerly. Zack’s kisses turned brutal on my neck and collarbone, marking me up while Cloud deepened our kiss even more intensely.

With a smirk, I released both their cocks and took a step back, sitting down on the edge of the bed to watch them. The command was clear: “Strip.”

Both boys paused, exchanging a smirk before immediately obeying. They slowly peeled off their swim shorts, revealing their hard, dripping cocks.

As soon as their swim shorts hit the floor, I reached out and grabbed both of their shafts again, this time pulling them closer to me. They stepped forward eagerly, standing between my spread legs with their cocks pointing straight at my face. I looked up at them with a playful grin before opening my mouth wide.

Without hesitation, Zack shoved his length into my open mouth, hitting the back of my throat immediately. I moaned around his thick member, swirling my tongue around the head as Cloud gripped my hair and guided my face to his own erect dick. I happily switched, sucking Cloud deeply before switching back to Zack.

The room filled with the wet sounds of sucking, slurping, and moaning as I eagerly bobbed my head back and forth between their lengths. Zack and Cloud took turns thrusting into my mouth, their hands tangled in my hair to keep me in place. Precome leaked down my throat with each switch.

After a few moments of switching between their cocks, Zack and Cloud suddenly paused, looking at each other with hungry grins. Before I could react, they both stepped forward, pushing their cocks into my mouth at the same time. I choked instantly, my eyes watering as they stuffed my mouth completely.

“Fuck, look at that mouth stretched around both of us,” Zack growled, his hips moving slightly to push deeper into my throat alongside Cloud's cock.

Cloud groaned in agreement, his hands gripping my head tightly as he started to fuck my mouth together with Zack. “So fucking perfect,”

I gagged loudly, saliva dripping down my chin as they used my mouth together. They set a rhythm, taking turns pushing deeper while the other pulled back slightly. My eyes rolled back in pleasure as they treated me like their shared toy.

Thick ropes of cum filled my mouth and started dripping out onto my chest and tits as they continued thrusting weakly through their orgasms.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Cloud panted out, collapsing back onto the bed with his arms behind his head. “Ride my face. I need to taste that pretty pussy.”

I crawled up the bed eagerly, throwing one leg over each side of Cloud’s face as I lowered my wet pussy onto his waiting mouth. He immediately wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me down flush against his face as he began eating me out aggressively.

His tongue pushed inside me while his nose rubbed against my clit. I moaned loudly, grabbing onto the headboard for support as he devoured my pussy eagerly. Meanwhile, Zack watched from the side of the bed with a hard cock again, stroking himself slowly.

“Come here,” I moaned out, reaching a hand out towards Zack. He eagerly moved closer, allowing me to wrap my hand around his hard length. I started jerking him off while Cloud continued to tongue-fuck my pussy. It was pure heaven.

As I stroked Zack’s cock, he leaned down and captured my mouth in a filthy kiss, sticking his tongue inside so I could taste myself on him. The position was so dirty—me riding Cloud’s face while making out with Zack and jerking him off.

“Mmmph!” I moaned into Zack’s mouth as Cloud suddenly sucked hard on my clit, making my eyes roll back. Zack swallowed my moans, his hand reaching up to squeeze my breast roughly.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I cried out, pulling away from Zack’s lips to moan loudly as my orgasm crashed over me. Cloud didn’t let up, sucking my clit through my orgasm until I was shaking and begging for mercy.

After my orgasm, I slowly pulled my sensitive pussy off of Cloud's face, seeing him lick his glossy, wet lips as he looked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. His cheeks were flushed red, and he was breathing heavily, clearly loving eating me out.

Cloud gently turned me around so my back was against his chest, his arms wrapping around my waist possessively. Zack knelt between my legs, his hard cock pressing against my entrance. He looked up at me with hungry eyes, seeking permission to enter. Cloud’s hands squeezed my breasts from behind encouraging him silently.

With a nod from me, Zack pushed inside slowly. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my hands gripping Cloud’s arms behind me for support. As Zack started to move, Cloud began kissing and sucking on my neck and shoulders, his hands playing with my sensitive breasts. The dual sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable.

Zack picked up the pace, pounding into me harder while Cloud continued his attentive kissing and squeezing of my breasts. I was sandwiched between them perfectly, moans escaping my lips nonstop. Cloud slid one hand down to rub my clit in sync with Zack’s thrusts.

Zack lifted one of my legs up higher, changing the angle of his thrusts. Suddenly, I felt Cloud’s cock press against my entrance alongside Zack’s. I gasped sharply, realizing they were both trying to fit inside me at the same time. “Wait—wait—”

Cloud pressed the head of his cock against my already stretched hole, slowly pushing in alongside Zack. I could feel every inch of both their cocks stretching me out impossibly wide. “Oh my god—it’s too much,”

“Too much, baby?” Zack teased, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. “Or do you want more?” Cloud asked, thrusting forward an inch more, making me whimper. They started a torturous rhythm, pulling out and only pushing in an inch or two.

“Please...” I begged weakly, my voice shaking with need. They chuckled darkly, loving how desperate I sounded.

Zack wrapped his hand around my throat gently as he started to pick up speed, slamming in deeper with each thrust. Cloud followed his rhythm, pushing in further too. My eyes rolled back as I felt them bottom out inside me.

“Fuck, she’s so fucking tight with both of us inside her,” Zack groaned, his fingers squeezing my throat gently.

“She can barely take it,” Cloud panted, his hips snapping forward to hit my most sensitive spot. I cried out, feeling completely stuffed and overwhelmed.

Zack leaned over me completely, putting my legs up on his shoulders and practically folding me in half. This position allowed them to push even deeper into my stretched pussy. I couldn’t move or escape their dual invasion, just taking their cocks over and over.

Zack kissed me deeply as they continued to fuck me together, swallowing my moans. I clung to his bicep desperately, needing something to ground me because I felt like I was floating away from the overwhelming pleasure of having two cocks stretching me open.

They started fucking me harder and faster, taking turns kissing me passionately. Zack would kiss me deeply while Cloud pounded into me from behind, then Cloud would pull me into a fierce kiss as Zack slammed into my front. The rhythm was brutal yet fair, each giving equal attention and pleasure.

The bed creaked loudly under our movements as they both started to cum inside me at the same time. I screamed into Zack’s mouth as hot ropes of their release filled my pussy, making it even tighter and more sensitive. The room was filled with our combined moans, gasps, and the wet sounds of their cum leaking out around their shafts.

As they finished cumming, they both collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating our sweaty, satisfied bodies.

They kissed me gently in turns now, nuzzling against my neck and shoulders affectionately. I was completely sandwiched between them, covered in cum and kisses.

They slowly pulled out of me, making me whimper at the loss of fullness. “Fuck,” Zack groaned, looking down at his cock covered in our combined fluids.

“That was insane.” Cloud nodded in agreement, gently removing me and laying me onto the bed next to him.

“You okay?” Cloud asked softly, running a hand through my hair as Zack moved to lie on the other side of me. They both caught their breath, still panting slightly but now cuddling between me. “Fuck, you took both of us so well,” Zack murmured.

I chuckled weakly, still feeling the crazy events of the night. “I can’t believe we just did that,” I murmured, looking up at the moonlight filtering through the window.

Cloud smiled and leaned down to kiss my forehead gently. “Crazy how good it felt though,” Zack added, nuzzling into my neck affectionately.

As the moonlight continued to dance across our spent bodies, we all fell into a satisfied, exhausted sleep. The bed was a tangled mess of limbs, with me sandwiched perfectly between Zack and Cloud. Their arms were wrapped around me possessively even in sleep, as if they couldn’t bear to let go.

xxwitchylanexx

My Home Is With You

Rebirth Retold Chapter

Masterlist

finally made it to the saucer. Can they keep it together or is the tension boiling over? Spoilers for the game's story

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If one were to inquire you’d say Bill’s ranch was your home since Bill was the one person who took you in without profiting off of you. He opened his home in exchange for labor of course but he allowed you to create your own label under his own business and celebrated your achievements with you instead of claiming your new found popularity as his. Chloe was nine when you moved in, Billy twelve, and she was glued to you though you always kept her at arms length. If you make it back alive at the end of this journey you'd really like to foster that ‘little sister’ bond that she always talks about. Billy was always cautious, seemingly afraid to get close to people much like yourself, but eventually came around. You were more of a mentor figure which was fine by you, but maybe someday that might change.

However the Gold Saucer was just as much your home as the ranch. You were arguably the best jockey anyone had seen. You held the record for shortest race time to this day, and took home the gold almost every championship until you were disqualified over the man you nearly killed. You were content with the outcome, since you saved that girl, but you do miss the thrill of it. Now you occasionally came back around racing season to fulfil your contracts with clients. Every patron who wanted the big payout required a champion bird, and you were the best when it came to chocobos.

The railway darkened as it slipped into range for the virtual projection plunging your surrounding into an endless night filled with flashing colors as the fireworks burst around you. You heard the glimmers of magic chime before you seen the wisps that quickly formed into the holographic deities. The scene was burned into your head, having seen it well over a hundred times, though it never ceased to take your breath away.

The moment you stepped out of the cab you were assaulted by the aroma of fried food, stale soda, and spun sugar, and the feeling of home swelled in your chest. The familiarity of the grates under your boots, and the obnoxiously cheerful music that haunts your dreams was comforting. The delivery boxes stacked against the wall hasn’t changed a bit, nor the overflowing garbage cans in the corners.

You slipped between the guys, and ran after the giggling girls, your feet thinking against sandstone floors as you followed the long curvy halls. Your steps faltered as you rounded a corner and came face to face with another sickly man. Before you could move around him his hands shot out and gripped onto you tight enough hold you in place. The aura that came from within him was thick and oily swirling around like a vortex sucking in the warm pink energy that recharged souls leaving nothing but a dark dismal residue. As the man looked at you with hollow unseeing eyes the pressure inside your head intensified like someone was taking their fingers and pressing them into your eyes that you honest to gods thought your head would split open, and then the ringing started at a constant low note but grew louder and louder. You clawed at the man’s hand desperate to pry away leaving bloody streaks against the white skin but he didn't budge. Darkness threated around the lines of your vision the only thing in perfect clarity was the sinister grin below a sharp nose. You watched his lips part and form letters but the words were lost in the noise. Reunion.

But then it all vanished. You blinked your eyes not convinced the threat was gone and yet when you checked he wasn’t touching you at all. In fact he was four feet away and groaning to the wall. Hallucinating or not you ran. You wanted to be as far away as from these freaks forever, and terrified that you were getting swept away in the conflict that threatened Gaia. Could it be a taste of your future if you continued to follow this path? Or maybe you were just starting to lose your mind. With the horror you've done and seen you wouldn’t be surprised if you started to loose your grip on reality. Maybe you were just really freaked around the robes since the last one, your potential father, attacked you, and you imagined the whole thing. That sounds plausible.

You slowed when the hallway ended, and you paused altogether as you walked through the high pointed arch into the endless night. The nebula danced overhead the glimmering stars sucking up every once of uncertainty, like the sea of stars was blessing wishes upon you. A faux breeze swept across your skin bringing the scent of the imitation palm trees and wild grasses to your nose. You closed your eyes to soak in the magical feeling only this place possessed like all the troubles in the world no longer exist, at least for a little while. You were home.

You didn't need to look to know he was watching you, but the feeling of his side pressing near you was comforting. The side of his hands knocked against yours, his pinky just barely wrapped around yours. So this is what people say are butterflies. No, maybe nowhere was home anymore. Maybe it’s just him.

When you looked to him you found looking at you as if you hand hung each star personally, and it made you heart skip, and if not for Red telling the two of you to hurry up you would’ve stayed like that forever.

Loud groups of people frolicked here and there as the continued the final leg of today’s journey. A family of three stood not to far from the path you walked on, the little girl squealed with glee as they watched the animated theme park moogles babbling recorded messages. More people in robes were grouped in twos and threes in some of the other walkways, the crowd splitting around or away from them to avoid them pointed and griped about their admission to the park, not that anyone could stop them.

You absentmindedly trailed your fingers along the smooth waxy palm leaves as you passed them before really took in the synthetic gardens by your feet as you waited in line. Snowdrops and lilies, some yarrow and rabbits foot clover, even a few peonies here and there. It was lovely, until you learn that the energy to run this place comes from sucking the region dry effectively killing the flora and leaving the environment with hot sweltering sands in its wake.

Big red paws next to your feet drew your attention to your canine like friend mouth open and tongue lolled out as he panted miserably in the never ending heat. “You could jump in y’know.” You suggested. His large oval amber eye looked at you with excitement. Poor guy must he dying with all that fur. “It’s a slow current. Have some fun, Red.” You gestured to the pool of water to your right.

He beamed up at you with a ridiculous toothy grin. “I think, that I shall.” He took off at a run, all four feet moving at a speed you’ll never achieve, before leaping into the water’s current. He did a lap or two, his paws cutting through the smooth surface, before hopping out and met you at the end of the line shaking his fur rigorously. “Ah, that’s better.”

You patted his head as you proceed forward knocking your shoulder against Cloud’s as you moved. Barret strolled over to the animated moogle directory map scoffing as the toy started waving its arms. It’s eyes glowed a pinkish hue as it projected the map of the parks layout, it’s performance pure childlike whimsy. You didn’t stick around to listen having known this place like the back of your hand. You continued on to the crowd gathering between the two colossal moogle statues before the golden gate which could only mean one thing; the show was about to start.

Every evening, as the newest visitors began to arrive from across the land, the Saucer held a big performance. A warm welcome with theatrical entertainers with a rehearsed dance number to hype up the crowd before the legend and park owner, Dio, moves to the to challenge a lucky member from the crowd to a brawl. As embarrassing as it would be to confess this to your friends, you did enjoy filling in for the headliner from time to time for Andi, and yes he did travel from Midgar very often to consult on these performances.

You weaved through the vacationers until you pushed to the front where the other girls were waiting not so patiently. Confetti rained down onto the crowd in sliver and gold and the chattering crowd started to quiet down eagerly to see the show. Childlike wonder glowed in Yuffie’s wide chocolate eyes as she tugged on you to make sure you too were witnessing the festivities.

And you were. You took in the repugnant pink pinstripe suits, and matching top hats. Incredibly large moogles AI danced in their clunky automated style and the lights dimmed low to make space for a much larger moogle accompanied by a Cait Sith rider, microphone phone held proudly as it addressed the crowd. “Alright, everyone!” It exclaimed with fluctuating pitch, it’s syllables quick and vowels elongated. “Let’s get this party started!”

The puppet blew into the microphone summoning cactuars of various sizes that sparkled blue under the materia’s light, quickly joined by, what was hands down, the fattest chocobo you’ve ever seen. The whole scene before you felt surreal, like a fever dream. Flashing lights, and chocobos, and moogles, and tonberries, swirling confetti, but the crowd chanted for more. “Hope you’re ready to boogie!”

The rainbow spot lights lit up the stage and swirled around before a white light stopped on Yuffie, Tifa, and Aerith, and in a blink some of the dancers dragged them off to the dance floor. The women showed them the correct moves and they followed along clumsily and awkward till they started to get into the rhythm. It was entertaining until two more of the dancers came after you. You could've protested, or refused to move, but knowing your friends they would've dragged you up anyway. With one at each arm they guided you to the center, and that’s where you started getting suspicious. Why pull you to the headliner position, unless the one and only director knew of your arrival.

The opposite stage lit up in the whitest of white lights, and in the center directly across from you stood Andrea Rodea, your former instructor, and employer though the relationship was more of a uncle/niece archetype. He was dressed to the nines, like always, with a stark white tail suit tail, and his famous tantalizing chest slit. His team of male dancers marched to the front till he stood toe to toe with you. You could tell he was wildly amused by the shit eating smirk on his stupid face. You stood still with your arms folded across your chest. There was no way you were going to be caught up in more of his ridiculous schemes.

But you didn’t see the growing green glow on his bracelet till he casted the spell, magical orbs of green floated around you until your comfortable work clothes reconstructed into a exquisite formal wear. Morph materia- you should've known.

The deep red velvet added another layer of heat to your already feverish skin, the dark color soaking up more than your fair share of the spot light. Although it was beautiful. It accented the color of your skin, brought out the color in your hair, and showed off the shape of your body. The cropped halter was snug with a more than generous key hole cut between your breasts, and beautiful golden embroidery overlayed the fabric. The thick woven band of the skirt sat just above your navel and ended mid hip length before the skirt flowed like a river of red to the floor. It had two slits on each side, each cut high enough to show some thigh, so the outfit didn’t constrict your movement. The look was completed with a belt made of two golden chains overlapping over your mid waistline wrapping around to overlap again on your back. The single chains laid flat against your hips, and jingled as you moved.

He didn’t even have the decency to look guilty. His stare flickered past you to the front of the crowd, your own gaze following out of curiosity, and then you understood why he chose such a revealing costume.

Cloud appeared stoic, but you caught the wide pupils with barely controlled lust, and flaring nostrils as he reigned himself in. His hands balled into fists at his sides his gaze unwavering just like Junon. And Andi saw it too.

You couldn't breathe momentarily like he had sucked the air from the room. So you danced. He didn't waver once those soldier trained eyes locked onto you, tracing the way your body moved in sync with the performers, the way the slits flew around your legs just barely keeping your ass covered. Your heart throbbed in your throat your skin pricked hot under his attention all while the crowd cheered loudly completely caught up in the magic that no one ever noticed the two of you yearning for each other.

The music stopped, and your feet came to a halt, the hyper charged bubble popping as the crowd parted around the largest jacked up monster truck you’ve ever seen-seriously how do they keep getting bigger?- and stood on top of its cab was the freakish man of nature himself, Dio. His mustache was still creepy, his windblown hair cringey, and his inhuman bulging muscles still grossed you out, though his cape was cool. The women around pushed and shoved and screamed to get as close as they could all fawning at the man in a desperate attempt to get his attention though it never worked. (You were convinced he was in a relationship with himself.)

It took four men to carry the colossus man to the center of the ‘ring’, and as always he made a spectacle of searching for tonight’s opponent. You knew he would pick Cloud before he could even utter the words, and your prediction came true as he scurried towards him with a giant sausage finger pointed at the merc.

“There his is! Our challenger for the evening!” The two women that pulled you onto stage now latched themselves around Cloud, your nose scrunching with contempt at their audacity, and tried their hardest to pull him into the ring. Halfway there he freed himself and tried to walk away, but he was intercepted by some Dio’s drooling fangirls forming a wall around him. “Welcome to our gilded paradise, the Gold Saucer.” Your cringed as his pecs twitched with each word. Dio outstretched a hand to welcome him as he continued his introduction. “Dio, park director, and you sir are?”

Cloud was visibly hesitant, as he should be, to shake his hand, but ultimately took his hand. “Cloud…” Dio jerked him forward wrapping a veiny arm around him. You chuckled quietly at Cloud’s discomfort knowing Dio would hold firm.

“Well, Cloud, shall we duel?”

“Let. Go.” Cloud seethed.

“Now, now.” Dio insisted. “When fate sets us a challenge, we must rise to meet it!” The crowd roared and the platform under their feet rose high into the air for every eye could see.

The cait sith puppet leaped onto the flat stage, the microphone firmly pressed to its mouth-speaker? “Are, ya ready to rumble!”

The platform broke apart in the center and the machine whistled as the stage moved into position across from each other. The hologram projected the chibi avatars the computer generated, and you weren't too proud to admit that the tiny Cloud filled you with glee. In fact you were already plotting to have the staff, your old coworkers, make you a replica.

From your heel Red shouted words of affirmation. Barret wrenched a fist up in support and the girls were blowing your eardrums out as their cheers rang from behind you. “Go, Cloud!” “You can do it!” “Show ‘em who’s boss!”

The strobe lights were pointed directly down, encasing them in hyper whites. The crowd quieted down and focused on the spectacle that was about to go down. “Lets see if you have what it takes, young man.” Dio roared, as his avatar swung the first blow. Cloud’s double ducked, and jabbed a counter taking a third of Dio’s ‘life points’. They went back and forth toe to toe weaving around blows neither really winning until Dio’s tiny figure couldn't keep up with Clouds speed and reaction time. His final blow was a move you've seen many times in the field only this time didn't include his sword, for obvious reasons, and mini Dio fell back onto the ground. The crowd roared in this once of a lifetime display of his defeat. You knew he’d win, he always did, but you were proud anyway. He never did cease to impress.

The platform came together again, and stayed elevated so the crowd could continue to congratulate his victory. The second Cloud was in range Dio grabbed him yet again and thrusted his arm into the air, his booming voice rising above the roaring fans. “Lets give our worthy contender another round of thunderous praise.”

You could practically feel the self satisfaction ooze off if him, that cocky smirk worn proud and mako blues sparkling in the spotlight as they darted around the crowd as if he was searching through the screaming faces. You made it easy, stuffing two fingers into your mouth before giving a splitting fan whistle, his eyes lit up immediately as he found you. His face softened, and shoulders relaxed before he pumped his other fist into the air. Like a cactus in the desert, that stupid spikey head drank in the attention and fame that came with his victory, and well, who could blame him?

The stage lowered to the floor and the your ragtag group ran to him, Red being the only one to hover around the outside with you. Aerith and Yuffie got into his face boasting about his performance so fast that their words blurred together. Tifa waited for a pause in their praise to speak her own. Dio interrupted, bringing an end to the whirlwind of compliments, by throwing his beefy arm around Cloud. He quickly removed Dio’s hand with a cutting icy glare.

Dio only smiled and took a step back. “A small token of my thanks.” He lifted a shiny metal plate up above his head in another dramatic display, the light glinting off it to glare into your eyes under the harsh light. “Your ticket to paradise.”

“Cool.” He said dryly, obviously fed up with with his over the took persona and touchy feeliness. He plucked the token from his grasp.

“Thanks!” Yuffie exclaimed as she bounced on her feet.

Dio glanced at you briefly before doubling back to get a good look at you. Its been a year since you've been here, and the first time you've ever returned with other people. How strange that must be for him. “Welcome home, dear Y/n.”

Cloud raised a brow at you and you without breaking eye contact you expressed your thanks for such a warm welcome. Cloud scoffed like you sharing pleasantries with the owner was offensive. However his faux irritation didn't stop him from raking over your new revealing attire, pausing near the slit exposed your upper thigh, without a hint of shame even after everyone crowded around him again.

“Nicely done.” Tifa said.

“Bet you were pretty nervous.” Yuffie said.

“Nah.” Cloud answered as he finally looked away. The three girls huddled together, as they headed for the golden gate, but you seen the way Aerith made sure to look directly at you. “Cloud is use to performing in front of crowds.” She winked at you over her shoulder. “You should have seen him at the Honeybee Inn.”

“Aerith!” He yelled from behind you before sneaking a peek for your reaction.

“Oh, you’ve got to tell that one later.” Yuffie said in the distance.

“Honeybee?” You asked, a true smile on your face as you stepped closer to him.

“Forget it.”

You went to put your hands on his chest, but thought better of it. “Oops.” You said as you went to pull away, but froze went when his hands wrapped around yours.

“What are doing?” He asked his words packed full of confusion.

“You must be touched out. I forgot-” the words stilled on your tongue as he pulled your palms to rest on his chest.

He turned his head away to try, and failing, to hide the blush rising to his face. Even the tips of his ears burned pink. “Its fine.”

“Yeah?” Your heart squeezed in your chest and warmth spread down your arms.

“Just you.” I want you to, in Cloud talk.

“Okay.” You basked in this moment the two of you shared long after his ears turned pale. When he finally looked back at you, you decided that was enough vulnerability- for now at least. “You must’ve looked so cute in those bee costumes.”

He scoffed, yet the corner of his mouth ticked upwards like he held back a laugh. “Like hell.”

“Tell me… Did you show off there too?” You raised to your tip toes leaning to closer to his ear. “Or was this all for me?” He didn’t have a chance to answer as Aerith called back for a group vote, but the only thing you cared to hear was the heavier breaths coming from his chest. His wavering eyes darkened as he stared at your lips, his jaw rigid to keep himself from saying something stupid, and hand twitching at his sides as he resistance the urge to pull you closer till there wasn't even a sliver that separated you.

When he spoke his voice was deeper, more gravely than smooth and only loud enough for you to hear. It sent a thrill down your spine and tingled in your toes. “Like you didn't just do the same thing.”

~*~

You’ve never really liked this particular hotel. The blood curdling scream just after every faux lightning strike, the mummified hands jutting out if decorative graves, not to mention the tacky costumes. None of it matched the vibe of the rest of the resort, unless you compare it to Dio’s cheesy showmanship. How could the employees listen to this music all day? You almost got a headache for the ten minutes you were in the lobby, though it did strike you as dd that the music in the elevator was your classic soothing chimes you hear any other place.

The heavy doors sealed the two of you in there, the ascent taking minutes a floor it seemed, leaving you with the consequences of all the teasing you've done today. Your tapped your fingers against the circular railing behind you as you surveyed your handywork. All 165 pounds of pure delicious soldier muscle was rigid, unmoving, pupils wide and iris dark as they drilled into pieces of your body.

His jaw was locked tight, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. His leather clad hands balled into fists, and just laboring with heavy breaths, but gods how good he looked. You'd have jumped him already if not for the immense enjoyment you got from this cat and mouse game. You relished the attention, felt nearly invincible that you could sway the unmovable merc. The depth of his desire for you burned almost as hot of this shifting wasteland, leaving prints on you long after his touch disappeared.

But it wasn't enough. You wanted- needed- more if only his facade would crack, and lead him right to you. So instead you lifted a leg up to rest your foot flat in the wall behind you, his eyes jerking to follow your movement as the fabric of your skirt parted around your s/c thigh pooling over your barely clothed center. His fingers flexed at his sides as he fought his instinctual need to touch you. It was clear as day that all his senses were in overdrive with no clear direction to take. Your poked your tongue out to slowly wet your lips and nearly gasped at the groan rumbled in his chest.

The number above the door showed you were only a forth of the way up in what had to be the world’s slowest elevator, the whimsical music doing nothing to settle your frantic heart. “Do you have my room key?” You asked, as innocently as you possibly could while you smoothed your palm down the slope of your body luring his eyes to take the same path over the softness of your body.

You hadn’t really expected an answer, just wanted to say something to maintain the energy pulsing between you, but when he raised those stormy blues to your own you the heat swimming in them nearly seared your lungs from the inside. “I have our room key.” His words came out hoarse like he didn't trust his own tongue to speak.

You choked on the scoff that vibrated in the back of your throat expecting it to be a joke, a jab to combat the provocation, but his face was anything but. “You can’t be serious.”

He pushed off the wall, each step seemingly vibrating through the lift, as he stalked closer and closer till you were face to face and then some. His body knocked against yours as you took yet another step back against the mirrored wall behind you, the railing firmly digging into you ass as you stood pressed against him. The mirror rattled as his arm rested just beside your head, your breath coming out in shaky pants as his nose bumped lightly against yours, his breath mingling with yours. His other palm lingered above your thigh, the tips of his finger barely ghosting over your skin leaving bumps along your skin. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

You swallowed thickly trying to muster the ability to talk. “The others-”

“Don’t care.” He interrupted with a firm kiss on your check, and then your jaw, then another just under your ear. Tingles ran down the length of your spine as he pressed his nose to the side of your neck and inhaled the scent of your skin. You couldn’t breath, didn't dare to, until he settled at your collarbone where he peppered more kisses. You nearly whined at the loss when he raised himself to eye level again, his gaze determined. “Done wasting time.” Without hesitation he claimed your lips in a searing kiss that stole the breath from your lungs. No longer needing support, his hand raked down the length of your braid, tugging it free as he twisted his fingers into the wild strands. His other now firmly clutching your thigh.

Your lips parted as you took a breath in through your nose, and with that brief opportunity he let his tongue delve in to taste your sweetness, groaning in relief to learn you taste as good as you smell. Fucking vanilla.

Your hands twisted in the textured cotton that covered him. The pads of your fingers slipping under the hem to press against the smooth muscle. He broke away to catch his breath his nose staying pressed against yours as if the distance would kill him. He pressed his hips against yours, grunting in pleasure from the friction. “Cant stop thinking ‘bout this.” He pressed his lips to your jaw. “Thinking bout you.” He pushed your thighs apart to create more space to bury his hips into yours, wasting no to time to rut against you more firmly this time. The gasp that left your kiss swollen lips shooting straight to his cock.

You clawed at his hand, fumbling with his gloves until the offending material landed on the floor. His lidded eyes never left yours as you devilishly slid his palm up, and under your skirt leaving it just inches from where you wanted him. “Then do something about it.”

His lips met yours again the kiss all heat, and tongue as he slid his fingers over your feverish skin only stopping when the tips ghosted over the shape of you, hissing as he realized how warm, wet, and bare you are. Your head fell back against the elevator wall with a thunk as his finger circled around your clit sending shocks of pleasure through your body. The feeling so good you almost forgot you were in a hotel elevator, and worse the though of slamming the emergency stop to let him fuck you right here despite knowing this is being caught by the cameras.

Cloud had dreamed of this moment for so long but out of every single fantasy he never imagined you’d be this soft and pliant beneath his hands. You clung to him like you couldn’t bare to be apart, and gods he hoped that was true. He swallowed up every pant and whimper that you made, your smell so thick in his nostrils he could almost taste it, and the very idea of your slick on his tongue made his dick throb and his head fuzzy. And if it wasn’t for a pause in the elevator shaft he would have knelt down to help himself.

Instead he withdrew from your embrace just in case there were other guests waiting their turn. You whined and slapped at his chest in protest but paused when he slipped his digits into his mouth humming around them as he got drunk on your flavor. He stared into your glassy orbs as he groaned and he couldn’t stop the smirk growing on his face when he seen your thighs press together for any sense of relief.

The chime went off and the door dragged open behind him. “Come on.” He said his voice the roughest he’s ever heard as he took your hand in his. He led you down the carpeted hall, ignoring all the other themed decorations, until he reached the suite number that the two of you were to share, flinging the door open as if it personally offended him. He let you walk in first watching as you stepped in and turned around to wait for him. And fuck you were a vision. Kiss swollen lips, and mussed up hair, glassy yet curious eyes looking to him for what comes next. That’s when it hit him. The anxiety building in his chest as the intimacy finally dawned on him. He closed the door slowly the flip of the lock feeling foreign to him as he slid it in place.

You were on him in seconds, groaning into his mouth as your lips pressed against his. Your hands smoothing down his chest like you’ve done dozens before, but this time you were pulling it off. His chest felt tight, and breathing came harder, and he felt so ridiculous for feeling so uncomfortable. You were perfect, and doing everything he's ever dreamed of, yet the vulnerability sat in his stomach. Your lips descended to his pecs, your fingers pressing into the hard lines and taut muscles he’s earned through countless battles before you settled on a deep scar that he couldn't remember the origins of.

His hands began to tremble as you pressed a delicate kiss to the old wound, the racing of his heart accelerated as your fingers dropped to fumble with his pants. What happens if he can’t please you? If he finishes to quick? What if he does something wrong? He couldn’t live with himself if he hurt you. Before he could chastise himself for being stupid he grabbed your hands. “I-”

Those e/c eyes looked up at him, reminding him of the first day he met you, and like that day in the pasture, you seemed to see right through him. “You okay?”

“I… I never-” How the hell can he tell you that he’s never done this before? He clenched his eyes shut when your hands slipped from his. Was this it then? The rejection? The coolness of your palm startled him, and when he opened his eyes he didn’t expect the softness in your eyes.

“Its okay.” You affirmed, the small smile on your lips was soft and inviting. Your palm raising to cradle his face in your palm. Your soft tone eased some of the conflict that warred inside him. “Its just me.”

“Just you?” You nodded slowly in agreement. He scoffed, his hesitance now being replaced by your obliviousness. “Its always you. When I sleep… or eat…” He pulled you closer till his frame completely covered you. “In between places.” He kissed your cheek. “In a fight.” He kissed your ear lobe as he guided your hand lower. “Fuck, in the shower.” He growled as he pressed your hand over his hardened length. He breathed in a sharp breath as you squeezed around him. “You’re all I want. Just you.” He threw his head back as you palmed him slowly through his pants, half lidded eyes looking down at you.

“You have me.” You shrugged. “All yours.”

His. All his. With just two simple words all rational thoughts flew out the window. Maybe it was the implied possession, or the fact you wanted to be his, but every time he hears it the heat burning in his lower belly flares up through his entire body swallowing up his any logic, and cutting the last but self control. The smoldering embers in his gut finally came to life as you lit the match. He hauled you off your feet by your thighs, your arms circling around his neck for stability, before he thrusted up against your center groaning in annoyance that your damn skirt covered the part of you he yearns to be in. He twisted the fabric up and behind you revealing every dripping inch. He rolled your hips over him watching the wet stain on his pants get darker and darker each time he did it, the moans and gasps in his ear spurring him on. Again and again and again. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the spot until your breath was in pleading in his ear.

“Please.” You brought his earlobe between your teeth, and sucked. “Cloud, please.”

He crossed the room in four quick strides, lowering you to the plush mattress like you were glass, before roughly yanking the skirt, chains, and all from your body and threw it behind him to be forgotten on the floor. He stepped back to take a look at his handy work. He could stop the dark chuckle from leaving his mouth as he watched you struggle to get tour shirt over that pretty head, but when it was finally on the floor he froze to witness Odin’s finest creation.

You were quite literally the most beautiful woman that has ever walked on this pathetic planet, the kind that men would wage wars for.

Pale freckles peppered along your chest like the constellations at night leading down to a well endowed bust. Your stomach was toned from a very dedicated routine, not to mention the years of many undisclosed employment that demanded you be in shape. He found his thumb circling a mole to the left of your navel while his eyes continued to sweep lower catching a on long healed horizontal scar just above your weeping warmth. “Fuck.” He choked.

Your laughter made him smile, not smirk or a twitch of the lips but a full fledged smile. He chuckled a bit too that warmed your heart, before he finally yielded and climbed onto the bed above you. One knee quickly pressed in between your parted legs with one hand settling next to your head bracing his weight as he dipped down to meet your lips. You wasted no time as you quickly broke away to plant kisses along his collarbone and your fingers pressed, traced, and dipped into the firm muscle of his torso. “So hot.” You mumbled between kisses, his amused snort tickling the shell of your ear.

“You’ve already seen it. Felt-” He grunted as you nipped at his pec. “it too.”

You raised a brow at him. Clearly he didn’t appreciate the moment like you were. “It’s not the same.” Another bite before smoothing over the flesh with your the flat of your tongue. “Not when each godlike inch is above me.” A gasp slip past your lips as he bit at the side of your throat. “Fuck…” You threw your head back, body arching into his touch as his lips trailed across your chest. “Touching me.”

He hummed his agreement into your ribs as he left kisses in his wake instilling you with anticipation and a weird sort anxiety. The intimacy of it all was entirely new. All previous sexual encounters were only to blow off steam, fully dressed and slipping away within an hour. This time you were offering up your heart and soul, revealing your deepest scars and shame.

You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath as he ran a finger along the faded red scar, the physical representation of all that Madam M has taken from you. Those ocean blues met your eyes looking at you as if he could read your mind before placing a delicate kiss to the skin like his lips could take away the pain, and maybe they could- for awhile at least. So in true you fashion you did what you always do: run your mouth. “I would’ve let you…” You breathed as he moved on, letting his hands smooth down your thighs. The warmth of his breath ghosting over where you desired him most, the sensation had you choking on the air in your lungs your cunt throbbing in time with each pulse from your heart. “On the beach… in that room- fuck!” You cried as the tip of his tongue dipped between your folds, his groan vibrated through you as he lost himself in your taste.

Each and every gasp, and moan went straight to his cock the lust nearly taking him over completely the only thing holding him back was the need to take care of you first. He flattened his tongue and dragged over your clit over and over, wrote his name into your sopping heat to proclaim to the Planet itself that you were his, and he had no intention of ever letting you go. Your hand threaded through his wild spikes tugging on it when he was in the right spot the other clawing at his hand on your hip. He could feel the pre cum dripping for his tip, his member so hard he couldn't stop himself from rutting into the mattress to ease the ache till he could finally sink into you.

Your hips began to arch upwards, thighs shaking and trying to close around him, your voice desperate and begging. Everything felt hazy, sweaty, the only thing on your brain was him. “Gonna cum… Cloud-” He cut you off as he stuffed two fingers inside, the tight muscle molding around him and sucking him in, and curved the tips. Your hips pushed off the bed as you cried his name. He nearly came then and there, with his name on your lips, your taste on his tongue, and his dick in his pants. He happily lapped up the nectar that gushed from your cunt like it was a fine wine, moaning into you skin as he did so before you were pulling him up by his hair.

You mashed your lips against his, tongue pushing in to taste yourself. His head was foggy, lost in the feel of you, and the heat welling in his body was dizzying. He cursed at himself for not shedding his pants earlier as he hastily yanked at them now hissing at them as they got on his length on their way down. He was hyper aware of your hands as you groped anywhere you could reach- pecs, hips, ass- his hips stilling as you hovered over his dick. He could feel the blood rushing in his neck. Each breath came out shaky with the welling emotions tightening in his chest. He focused on your face, your e/c eyes reassuring that you wanted this as much as he did. His member twitched when the tips of you fingers brushed his tip, and knees buckled as your palm wrapped around him fully. Your hand was so much smoother than his, and the fit was tighter in your smaller hands. Even the friction was softer than when he was alone. It was so good his eyes squeezed shut as he shot his hands down to hold you still so he wouldn’t bust all over your thighs. “That good, huh?”

He let his head fall against your forehead, his lips barely grazing your own. “Do you ever stop talking?” His voice sounding foreign in his ears.

“You gonna make me?” You asked with that mirthful glean in your eyes, lips brushing against his own muttering a challenge as always. Talking shit just to rile him up.

“You gonna ask nicely?” He could see the surprise in your eyes. Clearly you hadn’t expected him to quip back, the gears spinning in your head wondering if your pride was worth keeping. Just once he'd like to see you crack. Be as desperate for him as he is for you. “No?” He asked your breath catching in the back of your throat as he replaced your hand on his dick with his own. He slid the tip between your velvety folds his chest pressing against your tits as he leaned into you. Your eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open as a breathy sigh escaped your perfect lips. You were so warm, and wet his head spun. He wanted you to break but the limits on his own patience were wearing thin, the white hot heat in his loins sucking every bit of clear thought out of his thick head. “You gonna let me in, or am I cumming like this?”

With a string of curses you arch into him. “Fuck.” You drawled. Your hands fisted into the bedding at your sides. “Such an ass.” He puffed out a stifled laugh. “Cloud…” His chest stilled, breath frozen in his lungs, as chill ran down his back. “Need you inside.” You pecked him lightly on the mouth, your lashes fluttering shut. “Please, Cloud?”

There a was a moment where the world just melted away, a split second that it was just you and him. No dangers lurking beyond the two of you, no Sephiroth to stop, no soul searching to be done. His hand palmed up your neck to caress your cheek, his eyes softening just a bit despite the stormy hue and foggy lust within them. He dipped down to press a slow sweet kiss to your lips trying to convey all the things he wanted to say. Then the lines of reality began to blur away. Both hands skated down your sides to settle roughly on your hips. He urgent yanked your body upward to meet his tip at your entrance, every point of contact causing electrified ecstasy.

Then you were writhing under him, nails clawing down his shoulder blades as he pressed into you in inch by inch the stretch burning in all the right ways. He muttered curses against your neck, breaths shallow. “T-tight.” He hissed. Yet is wasn’t enough for you. You impatiently bucked up causing him to slide the rest of the way in.

“Shit!” You cried out, not fully expecting the full length to have pushed in. “So big.” His breath fanned over your face in heavy pants his nose pinched tight as he tried not to succumb to your gummy walls.

“You okay?” He asked ever the protector.

“Perfect.” You answered with a sigh. You wiggled a bit, earning another yummy moan. “You gonna move?”

He opened his eyes to stare daggers down at you. “Piss off.”

“Not in a mil-” Your quip dying in your mouth as he thrust up into you, pleasure shooting through every nerve. You pulled his head down to kiss his lips, no longer interested in bulling him.

“Not. Gonna. Last.” He spoke his gravely voice broken up by a kiss after every word- every thrust. His grip on your legs pushed against you harder bending your knees towards your ears upwards dramatically changing the angle to slam against the spot he found earlier. The one that tore his name from your mouth, the sound that damn near made him feral.

The smell of sex permeated the room, the frantic sounds of skin slapping against skin was almost deafening. Your shared lustful grunts and breathy moans could be a its own performance and you were lucky enough to have the only front row seat. And for the first time in a long time you've never felt more safe, and dare you say happy. The fears and trauma that stitched you together now seemed to unravel faster than the walls you built to keep it all locked away and his touch alone held you together. His fingers trembled through your hair, his heart beating against yours, the heat from where your bodies joined all created something new, and now you’re not sure how you could ever possibly live without him. What once would have paralyzed you with fear now empowered you, and maybe that’s why you’ve had to endure the life you’ve lived. All of it to lead you here.

“Close.” You whispered against his lips. “Come with me?” You asked sweetly, hoping that the softness you felt for him was conveyed.

“Fuck!” He slammed into you one more time before pressing in as deep as he could before spilling into you, the warmth pooling within you pulsing along your own orgasm.

When you returned to yourself everything felt cozy. Soft breath mingling, his hand in your hair, his warm body against your own. An aftermath didn’t include you hopping out of bed and running away. No, not this time. When you opened your eyes he was staring down at you like you hung the stars in the sky, the tenderness in his irises giving you butterflies and filled your heart with warm gooey honey that you were growing fond of. “I love you.” He spoke so simply like his heart didn't mind carrying that heavy burden. The same words echoing in your chest trying to worm their way off your tongue.

It wasn't loving him that you were afraid of. It was losing him. Maybe someday you’ll be brave enough to tell him. “Me too.”

~*~

Hey peeps! There's about nine more chapters of the series, and as much as I hate to tell you, the chapters aren't going to be coming out as quick. I juggle school, work, my child's schedule, and I'm trying to write my own novel so I'm crazy busy. But i swear I will finish it. FF7 is one of my greatest loves and I will always be writing for it

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