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beenbaanbuun · 2 years

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Work of Art - Jeon Jungkook

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Genre - smut

Warning(s) - tattoo artist! reader, customer!jk, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (use a condom), begging (if you squint), pet names, just plain old fluffy sex

You sat back in your office chair, thankful that it reclined back a little. ‘Stressed’ was too light of a word to describe how you feeling, your entire head filled with cotton wool as you sat with an empty Procreate page open. It had been that way for a few hours, each and every line that you drew getting erased after only a few minutes of it being on the page. Who knew being a tattoo artist would give you such a headache.

“You taking a break?” Jimin spoke from the doorway, stopping to lean against the wooden frame once he’d noticed your pathetic form. Your groans of frustration blended in pretty well with the permanent buzz of the shop, but your coworker could recognise your sounds of annoyance anywhere.

“I have my client coming in, in,” You stopped to check the clock on the wall, groaning once more when you saw the time, “about 2 hours.” A deep sigh left you as you sat up straight once more, eyes focussing on the blank screen in front of you once more.

Jimin’s soft laugh tinkled through the room as he moved closer to you. At least someone was having a good time.

“You left it this late to draw up a design?” He plopped himself down on the bed, careful not to spill any of his coffee onto the soft, black leather beneath him. “I knew you were bad at time management but this takes the biscuit.”

He was right, of course. Not about you leaving the design until two hours before the appointment, but about how bad you were at keeping on top of things. It’s not that you’d forgotten about the tattoo you were doing today, you just didn’t do it. Part of you thought it’d be easy enough to draw a ‘traditional Korean dragon’, as per your client’s request, but it was proving to be more difficult than you expected.

And it's not that you didn't have any ideas either. Quite the opposite actually, your mind racing with so many different thoughts that you could barely keep track of any of them long enough to put something onto paper. Of course, you could’ve just looked something up and done something similar to that, but your clients came to you because you were different. You always did things in your own way, incorporating little details that made it obvious that it was you who’d done it.

“I thought it’d be easy, but it isn’t.” Your pen hovered over the tablet, not once touching the screen that you were desperately staring at, seemingly trying to magic an image onto the page.

“Have you tattooed them before?”

“It's Jungkook.” Jimin nodded as if that answered his question perfectly, which it did.

Jungkook was your longest and most supportive client. Since discovering you a year ago, you were the person he went to see for all of his tattoos. He liked your work, and how intricate and beautiful your designs were, not to mention the little personal touches you added. Your work ethic was something he admired too; you had fun with your clients, trying your hardest to make them feel as comfortable as possible whilst still maintaining enough professionalism to remind your clients that you weren’t a friend, but rather someone offering them a service.

But most of all, he liked you. He liked the sound of your voice, soothing and quiet as you conversed with him, witty remarks spilling from your mouth every so often. You spoke with about as much eloquence as a pre-schooler, but you still found a way to engage every single person that sat in that chair. Somehow, you seemed to distract people from your lack of linguistic skill, and to Jungkook, that was something beautiful.

“Oh, you mean lover boy?” You thanked God you were facing away from your friend because you were positive he would’ve teased you for the vibrant red colour your face had turned. “Didn’t he come in over a week ago?”

“Well, yeah…”

“So you’re telling me you’ve had all weak to do this and you’re starting now?”

“Technically I started this morning,” It wasn’t a lie. You’d gone into work three hours earlier than you said you would. Safe to say Yoongi, the snarky receptionist that usually sat playing solitaire on his laptop all day, was shocked when you showed up on your morning off. Especially since it had always been your philosophy that time off was for sleeping, eating and watching shitty Netflix movies. “My head is just… empty.”

“So no change then?”

“Shut your mouth.”

Jimin left soon after that, giving you space to panic. And panic you did. Your brain was turning over even quicker than it was before, each idea disappearing before you could draw more than a few lines. You felt like screaming, but the parlour was quiet and the last thing you wanted to do was disturb Namjoon, who was a few hours into a long session. There’d be hell to pay if you made him jump and mess up his work, something that he took such great pride in.

Instead of screaming, you simply let your body lean forwards, your head slamming into the desk with force. The bang was loud, but not quite as loud as the cry of anguish you truly wanted to let out, so it was a win in your eyes. It hurt too, which helped still your thoughts for a second or two. A few curses slipped out as your eyes flooded with tears of pain, blurring your vision before they fell and landed on the tabletop.

Why couldn’t you think? You’d tattooed Jungkook plenty of times before. You knew what he liked and what he was looking for, so realistically, this shouldn’t have been a difficult task. And the last thing you wanted to do was push the appointment back. You didn’t have a time slot available for a while, and making Jungkook wait wasn’t ideal. Jimin would argue that you just wanted to see him because of your ‘schoolgirl crush’ that you had on him (you couldn't deny the truth at this point, everyone could see it) but you just felt bad for the guy. He seemed so excited about getting it done.

With the thought of disappointing your most faithful client, you picked yourself up, massaged your sore forehead a little, and held your pen once more. The premature guilt that had set in seemed to clear your head a little, allowing you to sort through the designs that were flashing through your brain. For the first time that day, you actually managed to get some lines down onto the open canvas in front of you and you felt a wave of relief leave you as the dragon began to take shape before your eyes.

Just in time, you praised yourself as the door to the shop opened and in walked Jeon Jungkook, fifteen minutes earlier than your agreed time.

You didn’t turn to look at him through your open door, choosing instead to focus on adding the final touches to the drawing. It was pretty much complete, but you wanted to fight off the inevitable blush for as long as possible. Even just hearing him talk to Yoongi from across the building was enough to make your face feel a little hot.

With one final laugh at something Yoongi had said, he said a quick ‘thank you’ to your receptionist and began to make his way over to you. A wide grin sat on his face once he spotted you in your chair, slouched over your iPad, pen resting between your teeth as you studied what he assumed to be his dragon. He couldn't see it fully from where he was, but he already knew he was going to love it. He always did love your art and he especially loved the way it looked on his body.

“Hey, Cutie,” He spoke as he walked into the room and shut the door behind him, alerting you of his presence. His smooth voice made you tense up, your shoulders suddenly going stiff as your heart rate sped up. You definitely made the right decision to face away from the door, taking a second to breathe before spinning around to face him.

Immediately as you did, you regretted it. It was like you were seeing him for the first time every time your eyes locked with his, the same spark rushing through your body as his baby face lit up in glee. Usually, you tried to avoid his eyes. They were wide and beautiful and full of love; a perfect distraction from the rest of his body that was so well built that you were sure he could crush you without even trying. Not that that was something you’d particularly mind…

“Hi, Kookie,” You wore a small smile as you spoke, desperate to keep your attraction for him a secret. “I didn’t think you’d be here for another fifteen minutes.”

“Jimin messaged me. Told me you seemed stressed.” That was new. As far as you knew, Jimin had only met Jungkook a few times. It was usually when you were busy leant over his thick bicep, your tattoo gun placed between your fingers as you traced your intricate drawings onto his perfectly smooth, honey skin.

“I didn’t realise you two were close.”

“Oh, we’re not,” He chuckled out, taking his place on the bed across from you. “He asked for my number last time I was here but he only ever seems to talk to me about you. I think he's trying to set us up.”

That little shit. You made a mental reminder to give him a piece of your mind when you two were next alone.

“Sounds like Jimin,” You said through gritted teeth, trying your hardest to hide your annoyance. “He means well.”

“I don’t mind it, y’know,” Jungkook said, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. His piercing glistened in the light as his tongue flicked against it. It was pretty. “It's nice to have a wingman.”

You let out a cough, choking a little at his shameless flirting. Sure, it wasn’t rare for him to try his hardest to make you flustered, but it was the first time he’d been so forward. It was the first time he’d ever given any indication of actually being attracted to you. You soon calmed yourself down though, convincing yourself that it was something that he said to every woman he came across.

“Jimin would be a piss-poor wingman if you ask me,” You tried to sound confident, although the slight shudder in your voice gave you away. “I reckon I’d be better at finding you a girlfriend.”

“He’s not that bad actually. He knows my type, after all.” He shot you a wink, making your poor, overworked heart beat even faster than it was beforehand.

“Your type?” Your voice was hushed, shaking a little as he stared you down. How was it that he could make you so weak so quickly? All he had to do was compliment you a little and suddenly you were a puddle at his feet, ready for him to do whatever he pleased to you.

“You know I thought you would’ve picked up on it by now, dummy.” He was leaning forwards now with his elbows placed on his knees. Knees that were spread to each side, the gap between them tempting you. It seemed like it’d be comfortable to sit between his thighs, cock snugly inside of you as he wrapped you in his strong arms. Fuck, you needed to get your mind out of the gutter.

“Your tattoo,” You sounded so feeble, even to your own ears. God, you were pathetic, desperately thirsting over your own client who was innocently sitting there. Well, innocent was a stretch, but still. The poor man had no idea of the thoughts running through your mind, and you couldn't help but feel guilty. “I need to show you the design.”

You went to turn around and grab your tablet to show him, but before you could, you felt his hand on your arm. His grip wasn't tight, as such, but it was firm, stopping you in your place. He’d touched your arm before, accidental nudges here and there, even a gentle stroke on a few occasions, but never anything like this. He’d never grabbed you before.

“Slow down, hot stuff,” His words were barely above a whisper, “Just take a minute. Think about what I’m telling you, yeah?” You were pleased that the door was closed because if anyone heard the whimper that came out of your mouth, you’d never escape the relentless teasing. Instead, only Jungkook heard it, the sound making his hardening dick twitch in his pants.

“I- I don't know what you’re telling me, Jungkook.”

“Yes you do, dummy,” He laughed, bringing a hand up to softly take hold of your face. “You’re smarter than this. I know you are.”

Yes, you were. You knew you were smart, but something about him just made your brain stand still. In that moment, not a single thought ran through your head that wasn't about how much you wanted him to fuck you on the tattoo chair. You could only imagine how he’d look above you, tatted biceps rippling as he propped himself up above your body. There was something about the fact that most of the art on his body was yours that turned you on even more. You weren’t territorial by any means, but the thought of his body being permanently marked by you made you so unbelievably wet.

You let yourself focus on his face for a second. His eyes were still glittering like they usually did, although something different rested beneath the surface. Something darker, more dangerous than you were used to. His right eyebrow was slightly cocked curiously. You’d never really taken much notice of his eyebrow piercing before, always preferring ink to metal, but you had to admit it was hot. Not as hot as the ring that sat on his lip though. You wondered how it felt against your tongue. Would the metal still be cold, or would his mouth have warmed it up a little?

“I think you’re beautiful.” It was out of the blue, but you couldn't hold your thoughts in for much longer. He was stunning. Probably the most perfect individual you’d ever had the pleasure to lay your eyes on. He let out a little laugh, his lips parting to show you his bunny smile. Cute, you thought as you smiled back at him.

“I think you’re beautiful too,” He leaned in a little and it made you wonder how you hadn’t noticed him dragging your chair closer. You guessed the wheels probably helped. “I think you’re probably the most beautiful person I’ve ever looked at, actually.”

“You’re a liar.” You giggled out.

“Am not.”

He closed the gap between the two of you, connecting his lips to yours. A spark immediately passed the two of you as he slowly moved his lips against yours and everything suddenly fell into place. It was everything you’d ever dreamed of and more. Not like those quick, desperate kisses that you received from strangers during one-night-stands. No, this was not like those at all.

It felt like warm honey, so sweet and soft and comforting, moving against you with such ease. Even when he pressed his tongue into your open mouth, you welcomed it, like a cool breeze on a warm summer day. Something about it felt so natural and you realised that his mouth belonged on yours, just as much as you belonged to him.

You sighed into the kiss as you stood, not once pulling away from him. He knew what you wanted, placing his large hands on your hips and pulling you down onto his lap. Underneath you, his thighs were still spread, forcing you to straddle only one of them. You didn't mind though, the thick muscle offering you something to grind against.

It felt perfect, slotting between your legs like it was meant to be there. Even before you started moving, you were holding back a moan. The bastard had started to flex the muscle sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. A loud moan escaped you, only to be silenced by the kiss that the two of you seemed to be trapped within. At least the others wouldn’t be able to hear you.

His hands remained on your hips. They hugged your sides perfectly as he began to rock you back and forth against him. The sensation was not unfamiliar, but it felt different when he gave it to you. It meant something more. This wasn't a mindless fuck, after all. This was the man you’d been pining after ever since he showed up on your chair and flashed his sweet little smile at you. Somewhere in the back of your mind was a voice telling you that you didn't mean the same to him, but you weren't sure you cared.

“Not enough,” You whispered as you pulled away, desperation evident in your voice. “Need more, Kookie.”

“Take your jeans off, then,” He panted out. “Take them off and then come sit down with me.”

You stood up immediately, your fingers going straight to the button. They fumbled for a second, but Jungkook soon caught your hand in his, stilling them as he undid the button himself. The smirk on his face as he looked up at you was sinful, but you loved it.

“Does my cute little angel need me to strip her?” Yes, you absolutely did need him to strip you. You nodded your head wildly, practically begging him to pull your trousers off of you. “Well, then she needs to tell me that, doesn't she.”

Jungkook took his hands away from you, watching as your face fell. A deep chuckle left him. He got some kind of enjoyment out of the heartbroken look on your face, not that he ever wanted to actually break your heart. You were too pretty for that.

“Jungkook, please.”

“Please what?”

You shot a glare at him.

“Please take my clothes off.”

“Since you asked so politely.”

He did as you asked, hands immediately going back to the waist of your jeans and gripping onto the rough denim. As he pulled them down, his eyes locked onto your thighs. Soft, smooth skin stretched over your flesh. They were a little thick, just as he liked them, and he couldn't help but imagine what they’d look like in a pair of white thigh-high socks.

How he’d love to dress you up and make you look oh-so-pretty for him. White would suit you, he thought. In his mind, he saw a little tennis skirt, too short to cover anything. That wouldn’t matter though. He’d be the only person that saw you like that. Your top would be short, barely covering your perfect tits. No bra underneath, of course; why would you wear one when your nipples would look so pretty poking through the thin material he made you wear.

He let out a groan, the thoughts going straight to his crotch, adding fuel to the fire that was already burning. He needed you immediately, and so he sped up.

Your shoes came off in his hands, the laces on the shoes having become redundant long ago, and your jeans soon followed. Then it was your underwear, Jungkook’s fingers slipping over the hem and tugging them over the swell of your ass quickly. It seemed as though he was in a rush, with how quickly he was moving. You didn't care though, needing him just as badly as he seemed to need you.

“Fuck.” The groan that came from him once you were fully naked in front of him was primal. He was definitely right when he said you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

His hands flew to his top, whipping it over his head faster than you’d ever seen him move before, his sweatpants following soon after. And then, he was just as naked as you. Apparently, boxers weren’t a necessary thing to wear for your tattoo appointment. Not that you had anything against it; if it meant you got his dick inside of you faster, then you couldn't complain.

Speaking of his member, his dick was by far the prettiest you’d ever seen. It was long, but not too long. Thick, but not too thick. The tip was swollen and pink, pearlescent precum leaking from it. It entranced you, and you felt the sudden urge to feel the weight of it against your tongue. You wondered how heavy it was as it sat there, twitching as you lightly sucked on it. You wondered how he tasted too, your mouth watering that the thought.

Just as you were about to fall to your knees and make all your wishes come true, he caught you. The look in his eyes told you no, and you let out a whine in response. Yes, your pussy was aching, desperate for even the lightest of touch from him, but you wanted this. Once more, you tried to bend your knees and move onto the floor, but he held you stiff.

“No, Y/N,” His voice was stern, letting you know that he really meant it. You felt a pang of disappointment in your heart, but it soon melted away with the light kiss he pressed to your stomach. “I just need to feel your warmth, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”

Of course, you could. Anything for him.

Your body moved without you telling it to. Soon enough, you were back on Jungkook’s lap, hovering over his painfully hard cock. Your eyes were on him as he lined himself up with one hand, the other gripping onto your hips, ready to lower you down onto himself. As he did, your eyes slammed shut, the stretch almost too much for you to handle. You were tight and he was big, of course, there was going to be some sort of discomfort. Especially since he hadn’t prepped you with his fingers. Still, you were wet enough for him to slip in with ease, bottoming out in no time.

Then he stilled, giving the both of you time to adjust. Somehow, you’d managed to keep your eyes open. Maybe you just didn't want to miss the show Jungkook was putting on, his facial expressions too beautiful to miss. His brow was furrowed, his eyelids flickering as he screwed his face up in pleasure. His mouth was open, spilling warm air onto your chest as he panted out. It was all almost too much for him, the feeling of you squeezing his member so exquisite that he almost came on the spot. He stopped himself though. That would’ve been a little embarrassing for him.

“Can you move?” He asked, voice quiet as he hid his face away in your neck. Feeling you nod, he smiled and placed a soft kiss against the sensitive spot underneath your ear.

When you did start to move, he couldn't help but let out a long, deep groan. You felt just as good as he imagined you would. Better, even. Perfect was the only way he could describe it. The way your walls held him tightly as you lowered yourself onto him felt like heaven. Not to mention the soft cries that were leaving your mouth with every stroke. You sounded magical, and he never wanted to stop listening to you.

It was more tender than he assumed it would be, not that he was complaining. The two of you weren’t fucking, but making love. Each and every action came from a place of desire, not for the sex, but the other person. You wanted to be with him. To kiss him whenever you wanted to, falling into place against his lips, just as you had earlier. To hug him and feel his warmth against you. To feel his love and affection and anything else he’d give to you.

The two of you worked in perfect harmony. When your legs began to fail you, Jungkook started bucking up into you, keeping the same pace that you had set. Slow and sensual, was how you’d done it, and he tried his hardest to mirror that. Anything for you, he thought to himself as he brought his thumb down to your clit, adding to your pleasure.

At the same time, he began to nip at the skin of your neck. He wanted to mark you in the same way you’d marked him. They wouldn’t be permanent marks like his tattoos, but he’d try his hardest to make sure they never truly left. Even if he had to mark you up every single day of his life, he was determined to make your body a work of art.

Everything was adding up. The feeling of his dick inside of you, stroking against your walls. The circles that he drew on your clit, drawing even more cries of pleasure from your pretty mouth. The grazing of the cold metal of his piercing against your neck as he drew your blood to the surface. All of it together was making it harder and harder for you to hang on. You felt yourself tighten around him, the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter as he toyed with your body.

“I‘m close, Kookie.”

“I know, sweetheart,” He managed to pull himself away from your neck long enough to speak to you, “Just let go.”

And so you did, slamming your eyes shut as you held onto him for dear life. Your body shuddered as your orgasm flowed through you. It was nothing like you’d ever experienced before, utterly unique compared to every other orgasm you’d experienced with the other men you’d slept with. Maybe it was the speed of it all, going slow this time rather than fucking like rabbits. Or maybe it was the addition of love. Either way, you preferred it.

Once you’d ridden out your high, Jungkook pulled himself out of you, manoeuvring your body so you were lying on the tattoo chair. He wrapped a hand around himself as he looked over at you. You looked gorgeous with your sweat sticking to your forehead, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. Just the sight of your tired body was enough to make him spill his seed onto his hand. One last grunt left him as he climaxed, feeling his body go weak, just as yours did.

He let his body topple onto yours, shifting himself a little so the both of you were lying in a comfortable position. It was like having a huge weighted blanket on top of you, except the blanket was a lot heavier and warmer than normal weighted blankets. Taller too.

“You okay, big boy?” You managed to say despite feeling like you were being crushed.

“Yeah,” He grinned widely, “Just can't believe I got to fuck my dream girl.”

“Well that's cute and all, but what about your tattoo?” He laughed into your ear, pressing a light kiss onto your temple.

“Is that seriously what’s on your mind right now?”

“Not just that,” You muttered, snaking your arms around his waist to hold him close to you. “Thinking about how good we are at sex.”

“I guess we were made for each other, cutie.”

“I guess we were.”

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trollprincess · 3 months

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I don’t ask for much. I just want a bag that’s not a canvas tote, a laptop sleeve with a strap, or a backpack that can fit my MacBook, my iPad, the keyboard for my iPad, my Kindle Paperwhite, my Kindle Fire, my reMarkable tablet, my MP3 player, two paperbacks, my bullet journal, a notepad for scrap paper, a multidevice charger, my external hard drive, my over-the-ear headphones, my bone conduction earbuds, my corded headphones, my tiny dog-shaped Bluetooth speaker, my electronics cleaning kit, my blue light glasses, my regular glasses, my little clip for cleaning my glasses, mints, gum, paper soap, my travel toothbrush, my pill box for my regular meds, Motrin, laxatives, an emergency gummy, travel paper towels, deodorant wipes, face wipes, nail polish removing wipes in case I get fidgety, scissors, a travel screwdriver, Band-Aids, antibiotic cream, rash cream for work, all the pens I could possibly need, spare crappy pens that I can afford to lose to give to people who need to borrow one, some sort of fidget toy, a detergent pen, travel utensils, tissues, a fold-up water bottle, gum, mints, slip-ons in a little bag so I can change my shoes if I get uncomfortable, a cell phone lanyard, and Gorilla Glue.

#you think I’m exaggerating but one of my purses holds all of this except the laptop and the books #I pack like I’m in the Baby-Sitters Club and I’m watching myself

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callumsgirl · 17 days

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ONE SHOT

sunset kisses

or: a lukewarm midsummer night back in the United States. Buck and Bucky are almost finished the basis fighter pilot courses and next Monday they'll fly a fully armed fighter aircraft for the first time. Gale feels a lot of pressure and Bucky helps him to calm down and finally think about something different than flying a B17 full of weapons.

(pre-war, Buck and Buck are still fighter pilot school)

Fighter School, US Air Force

The sun was just setting and bathed the entire barracks grounds in a play of pink, orange and red. When Gale lifted his eyes from his notebook and papers, he could see the sky melt into a soft film of color on the horizon and the last warm rays of sunlight tickled his skin.

Since John and he had kissed for the first time a few weeks ago, just before midnight, everything had passed him by pretty quickly. Gale closed his eyes briefly and let reality and the stress of learning carry him away.

Lukewarm rays of sunshine, a light breeze, John's soft pink lips and the feeling that he really could fly.

Touching and kissing Bucky - which he had done often and secretly over the last few weeks - was like jumping out of an airplane without a parachute. At the same time, Gale discovered so many new feelings when he touched or kissed or...just looked at John that sometimes it seemed unreal how easy and weightless it felt between them - even if they could only look at and touch each other in secret.

His heartbeat quickened and then stumbled over a beat, or maybe a second beat, before continuing. Gale's fingertips twitched joyfully and almost urgently at the memory of Bucky's unruly dark brown hair and how the individual strands had felt between his fingers. When he opened his lips slightly and licked the tip of his tongue across his lower lip, he tasted a hint of mint and wiskey. John's irresistible scent of shower gel, fabric softener and himself continued to intoxicate Gale's senses. Even now, sitting here alone in the evening sun at the south gate of the barracks, looking out over the deserted flight, he could remember John's smell. He smiled and then laughed softly and slightly hoarsely as he thought of how he could now feel every ridge and valley of John's muscles blindfolded or find any of John's birthmarks.

So far, Bucky and he had only kissed and touched each other half-naked a few times, bringing each other to climax. But nothing more than that had happened. How could it, Gale thought, clicking his tongue a little in frustration. Of course he was nervous about getting any closer to John, but at the same time he was so damn curious about...more. He wanted to kiss John and explore every inch of Bucky's soft, warm skin with his lips and hands. Gale wanted to find out what other sounds he could elicit from John. Would he sigh or even gasp? Moan, maybe, if Gale touched him and did more than just kiss him. How would his warm skin feel under Gale's lips? What would John taste like and would Gale like it?

The thoughts in his head were buzzing around wildly and kept getting tangled up in each other. In addition to all the thoughts about flying, questions like these dominated Gale's mind...and had been doing so for days.

The last time he had seen Bucky was at lunch in the large, far too noisy canteen. Gale had been sitting at the table with a few of the other guys when John had sauntered over to him with a tablet in his hands, a wide, easy grin on his lips. John sat down casually in the chair opposite Gale and Gale got all nervous and his cheeks flushed when John made another flippant remark. But then, when everyone was laughing and distracted, Gale realized that John had said all those pointed, slightly erotic things about women and bedtime stories just to give him and himself a quiet moment.

A moment when they could look at each other almost unnoticed, and as Gale's cheeks grew a little warmer and his heartbeat quickened, Bucky's toe touched his own under the table. A silent cry for love, Gale had thought surprisingly, and the urge to just stand up and circle the table, lean down and kiss John in front of all the guys had become almost overpowering. Damn it, Gale had thought, even though he had been the calmer, the more sensible of the two of them. Someone who wasn't so loud or so obviously in love. No, Gale Cleven was level-headed and clever. Sometimes all this cleverness didn't really do him any good and he wished he could be a bit more uninhibited and spontaneous like John Egan.

The corners of Gale's mouth twitched and he opened his eyes again, blinking. He stared straight ahead at the horizon, where the sky was slowly turning so dark red that from a distance it looked like it was on fire. It was crazy how close they'd gotten and how emotionally comfortable and vulnerable Gale felt at the same time. Even as he pushed away the bitter thought of war and the possibility of leaving or even losing John, a dutiful little voice from the back of his mind kept reminding him of reality. They weren't just here to fly, but also to drop bombs.

A soft sigh escaped Gale and he rubbed the bridge of his nose with the thumb and forefinger of one hand while he opened the next page of his notebook with the other. Flight maneuvers and how to bring weapons and death to the enemy was neatly written there and he gulped as he thought about the fact that in less than 48 hours he would be flying a fully armed aircraft. After all the theory lessons, the sports and the flying lessons - just without all those deadly weapons - the time had finally come and he would be sitting in the cockpit of a B17 for the first time...with weapons under his ass.

His heartbeat quickened again and a slight, now familiar tug rose in his chest. A tug that told him he was nervous and a wave of anxiety rolled over him hard. A shiver chased down his spine to his toes and Gale pressed his lips together thoughtfully. Before he could sink back into a maelstrom of thoughts, however, he heard footsteps approaching him. Gale raised his head slightly and looked into John's ocean-blue eyes from his sunny perch on the old, disused control tower.

John climbed up the ladder and as soon as his and Gale's eyes met, he smiled. "Hey Buck. Hiding from the world again?" John asked with a playful undertone.

Gale grinned slightly and replied: "Not from the world. Just from the bombs." His voice sounded much more serious than he would have liked and John noticed almost immediately. All the tension stuck in Gale's body alerted Bucky. He took a step or two closer and leaned down slightly towards Gale. Then John lifted an arm and curved his palm gently and so intimately around the back of Gale's neck that he closed his eyes briefly and leaned into the touch. In a soft, slightly concerned voice, John asked, "You're not still thinking about Monday and the B17, are you?"

Gale's tense, slightly hesitant sigh was answer enough.

John's fingers twitched around the back of Buck's neck, digging lightly into his warm, tense muscles. Gale sighed again. "You have no reason to be worried. You're flying fantastically. If it wasn't for that, you wouldn't be allowed to fly on Monday...don't think about the bombs and all the guns now, Buck." John put his other hand on Gale's cheek and stroked the edge of his chin with his thumbnail. They both breathed in audibly and Gale wasn't sure if it was his own rapid heartbeat buzzing in his ears or if he could even hear John's raging heart. Only slowly did he relax a little. He let John's soothing words sink in and closed his eyes again, blinking as Bucky added, "Don't worry, darling. No one's going to shoot you and nothing bad is going to happen."

Gale slowly raised his one arm and wrapped his fingers around Bucky's wrist. He felt John's pulse racing under his fingertips and smiled slightly. "Why is your heart beating so fast?" Buck breathed in a hoarse voice. He kept his eyes closed and gradually the gentle caress of John's fingers on his neck and cheek eased his tension.

"Because I'm with you, Buck," John whispered. "It's been that way for a while now when I look at you or touch you."

"Hmmm," Gale hummed softly, the corners of his mouth twitching. Although he still had his eyes closed, he knew that John was smiling too. He stroked his thumb over the thin, sensitive skin on Bucky's wrist. Under his thumb, John's pulse fluttered again.

"Doesn't that make you nervous at all?", asked Buck a moment later. Still in a low, raspy voice, he mumbled, "I mean the bombs and guns...this isn't a game. Eventually this war will come and..." Gale opened his eyes and pressed his lips tightly together. John looked him straight in the eye and Gale could swear he saw something like dark shadows in his eyes. But before he could chase after the shadows, they were gone again, leaving nothing but dark blue oceans in which he lost himself.

Still standing in front of him, John leaned his forehead against Buck's and as their breaths mingled, Gale clung a little tighter and more urgently to Bucky's forearm. Again there was that gentle, reassuring caress of John's fingertips and Gale took a deep breath. "Stop thinking about that! We still have plenty of time before all this happens." John pressed his lips to Gale's forehead and everything felt so strangely vulnerable and meaningful. Almost like in all those movies just before something bad happened. Gale's thoughts began to spin wildly in his head again. He almost lost control of his feelings and thoughts. But then John breathed another kiss on his forehead, then his left cheek and then his right cheek, before kissing the corner of his mouth. With half-closed eyelids, Gale looked at him. "If there's one thing I'm sure of in this world, it's that at the end of it all, there will still be two airplanes in the sky. It'll be you and me, Buck."

Inevitably, the corners of Gale's mouth twitched and he smiled slightly, though his lower lip quivered a little. "Don't count on it."

John laughed softly and the low, harsh sound sent another shiver down Gale's spine. But this time it wasn't a cold, bitter shudder, but a familiar, warm feeling that spread through his body. He nuzzled his cheek into John's palm a little more and as Bucks traced the contour of his lower lip with his thumbnail, a tingle rushed through his veins. "I'm counting on you and I to end up flying together. Now let me distract and enjoy you a little before the sun goes down and we run out of time."

Before Buck could say anything in response, John pressed his full lips to his. At first the kiss was slow and gentle. John held back, giving Gale enough time to get away from his jumbled thoughts and slowly relax.

A soft, pleasurable sigh escaped Buck's lips as John ended the kiss. They were both breathing heavier and louder than before, and as Gale slowly opened his eyes, the setting sun framing John shone so golden and beautiful that Gale wished he could hold onto the moment forever. John so beautiful with full, slightly puffy lips and glowing blue eyes staring into his baby blue eyes.

"Come here!" Bucky murmured in a raspy voice, urging Gale to stand up with his hand on the back of his neck. Gale carelessly dropped his notebook and wrapped both his arms around John's chest. Despite his white shirt and sheepskin jacket, he could feel the contours of all his muscles under his fingers. He briefly thought back to his crazy thought from earlier. That he would be able to find and name every detail on John's body in record time. As soon as Gale stood, John pulled him against his warm, hard body with a jerk. When Gale felt John's hard muscles and their chests collided, he gasped softly. The corners of Bucky's mouth twitched and when their lips met this time, the kiss was more urgent and liberated, less thoughtful and restrained.

Gale opened his lips willingly when John ran the tip of his tongue over them and asked for entrance. Their tongues entwined and explored, dancing in unison, Buck's heart beating as fast as the wings of a tiny collibri. He pressed himself another half step closer to John, and when he stumbled back half a step, hips bumping against the cool railing of the tower, Gale pressed restlessly and greedily closer to him. As John kissed him deeper, Gale felt the smirk on his lips. Gale pressed his palm flat against John's ribcage while he let the other move first to his neck and then into his unruly hair. As his fingers dug into the brown strands, Bucky groaned darkly. Gale was sure he'd never heard a more erotic sound.

Another wave of heat flowed through Gale and an excitement built up in his stomach that made everything inside him tingle. Breathlessly, their lips parted and as Bucky chuckled softly, Gale blushed once more as he realized how restlessly and shamelessly he had pressed himself against John. Before he had a chance to sink into embarrassment, however, as was so common for him, John breathed another kiss on the corner of his mouth and murmured, "What's got you so greedy, baby? Do you want a little distraction? I'm your man."John leaned forward a little further, rubbed his freshly shaved cheek against Gale's and brushed his lips against the shell of his ear. A gasp escaped Buck's lips and his eyes fluttered shut again. He bit his lower lip lightly and rocked back and forth on the soles of his shoes as Bucky blew lightly in his ear and whispered hoarsely, "I'm all yours. Anything you want tonight, darling. What will it take to push your mind away from this B17?"

"John," Gale breathed sheepishly. After all the kissing, he was still uncomfortable with how sexually open Bucky was about his desires, lust and passion.

"Don't be shy," John encouraged him.

Gale took a slow, deep breath. A real cramp, considering how fast his heart was beating. "Maybe we can try something new?" Gale suggested diplomatically. He was so fucking embarrassed, even though it was total nonsense, and yet John just grinned so fucking sexy and distracted him. John approached him again and this time he thrust his hips forward in one fluid motion, letting Gale feel his arousal and then hummed softly in his ear. "Hmmm," he hummed, teasing Buck. "You're gonna have to give me a little more than that, darling."

He heard Buck sigh and John enjoyed tormenting him a little, even though he knew that Gale was the quieter and more reserved of the two of them. Gale Cleven wasn't loud when John was with him. Gale was level-headed, clever and then loud when it came to technical matters or even flying, but in bed or hidden up here. In the shallow sunset, this blond, handsome man was all his and John loved the way he managed to tease the sounds out of Gale and make him be loud with all his touches and kisses.

Buck swallowed hard and muttered, "Maybe...more than just kissing and touching each other." As soon as the words left his lips, he pressed his lips together and bit the tip of his tongue. He could feel the corner of John's mouth twitch against his cheek.

"I can work with that," Bucky teased him, kissing him on the cheek and then on the chin as he leaned back slightly. "You don't just want this because you think something will happen on Monday and you won't see me again afterwards, do you?" Bucky raised an eyebrow demandingly, studying Gale's features intently. "This isn't one of your romantic gestures because you think one of us might fall from the sky in flames, is it? Darling?" he asked when Gale just blinked at him dumbly, only slowly realizing how damn well Bucky knew him by now and that it scared him. But in a good way.

"Not only," Gale murmured hesitantly. "I just want you with me. I want to feel you and smell your aftershave." He felt the urge to make it clear that he wanted John more for so many things - not just the flying and all the bombs. Thinking about a burning sky didn't really help. Quickly he shooed those thoughts away and focused on Bucky in front of him instead. This time it was he who leaned over and kissed him. John gave him free rein, yet he pressed for another response when the kiss ended. "I'm not going to die, Buck," John promised him. "Neither are you. It's just a practice flight and neither of us is going to fall out of the sky on fire, understand?"

Buck sighed loudly, "Okay."

He still didn't sound completely convinced, but John knew how to reassure Gale. One thing John had come to understand pretty quickly since he and Gale had gotten physically and emotionally close was that Buck needed emotional safety in order to physically open up and let go. One of the reasons for this was Gale's childhood and his betting, gambling father who had constantly dragged him from animal betting, to slot machines, to horse racings.

Now it was Bucky who was pushing Buck backwards. Between all the steps, he kissed him briefly again and again, but didn't lose sight of their path. As soon as Gale's back touched the door of the tower's small control room, he leaned slightly against it and John released a hand from his hip to open the door. As soon as the lock clicked softly, John pushed him through the doorframe and into the small room.

The sunlight had almost completely disappeared on the horizon and as soon as Gale stood in the middle of the room, John disengaged from him and closed the door. Then Gale watched with a pounding heartbeat as John strode through the semi-dark room and switched on a small lamp. The dim light bathed the room in a pleasant glow and warmth immediately flowed through Buck's body.

After John and he had found the abandoned control tower on one of their evening explorations, they had brought a few items here over the weeks. Pillows and blankets, a few candles, snacks and a radio. They often spent the weekends here - getting some distance and peace and quiet as they slept in a large room with fifty other guys during the week.

Gale just stood there and waited while a thousand thoughts ran through his head. Some thoughts flashed fleetingly, others got tangled up with others, and others...well, they were dark and scary. Just like this one...when he thought of Monday and a fully armed B17. Gale shook his head, barely noticing. A snivelling attempt to chase away the dark thought. He squinted his eyes for a moment, so hard it almost hurt. His pulse still racing, he inhaled and exhaled shakily and audibly several times before the thought slowly disappeared into the far corners of his mind. Just in time for John to light one last candle and then approach him again. As soon as Buck was within John's reach, he stretched out his arms and wrapped one around his hips, the other around Gale's neck.

Gale was glad about John and this distraction. Another sigh escaped him, a little louder this time, and Bucky intensified the kiss. Gale was only too happy to open his lips and when their tongues touched again, he pressed his upper body, his hips and his slowly hardening erection against John's body. Bucky hummed against Gale's lips, sending a vibration through his body. Gale breathed heavily as John ended the kiss and then began a trail of feather-light kisses across the curve of his chin and then down his neck. The soft, slightly wet kisses made Buck shudder and he closed his eyes, fluttering. "John," he whispered hoarsely. A silent desire for more, Bucky knew, and yet he wanted Gale to learn to express his desires in more detail.

"What do you want?" John murmured, his poor breath colliding with Gale's damp skin against his neck. Gale's fingers dug into the fabric of John's sheepskin jacket again and when that wasn't enough, he slipped the jacket off Bucky's shoulders. The fabric landed on the floor with a thud and Gale ran his palms over John's forearms and upper arms, up to his shoulders, where he dug his fingertips gently but firmly into the warm, firm muscles, making John groan. Every now and then he slipped his fingers under the fabric of his white shirt. Gale ran his fingers over John's chest and clasped the hem of his shirt. He pulled it up, caressing the bare skin, and John interrupted their kiss to throw the shirt away.

As soon as Buck felt John's bare skin under his hands, adrenaline and anticipation rushed through his veins. The desire to touch him everywhere grew stronger and stronger, and as Bucky pushed Gale back one step, then another, and further into the room until the back of his knees reached the edge of the cot, the desire for more became almost overwhelming.

"I want..." Buck hesitated and then cleared his throat. He grabbed John's face with both hands and stopped the trail of kisses he was blowing on his neck and collarbone. "Can I try something?"

Bucky raised his eyebrow slightly questioningly and nodded slowly after a breath or two. "Sure. You don't need to ask permission, Gale. You should know me that well by now." John smiled as the corners of Gale's mouth twitched as well. Then Gale licked his lips and ran both of his hands from John's cheeks down to his shoulders, then along his ribcage, and when his hands finally came to rest on Bucky's hips, John's heart stopped short. He watched Gale intently and when he jerked them both around so that the backs of John's knees hit the edge of the bed, they both let out a loud gasp.

Bucky suddenly hardly dared to move. Afraid of stretching Gale, he held still and only relaxed again when Buck pressed his body against his own and kissed him. Kissing Gale was like floating on clouds and it made John absolutely dependent and addicted. Every spare second he spent close to Gale but unable to touch him was torture. Sometimes it felt like he was breathing gasoline and Gale was the spark that set him on fire. Living in danger had always appealed to John somewhere and right now he couldn't think of anything better than going up in flames because of Gale.

John hummed breathlessly as Gale's hands came off one hip and began to undo his belt and then his pants. Inevitably, his hips jerked forward and he craved more friction, more skin contact, more...Gale Cleven. Every time Buck touched him, he felt like an impatient schoolboy, and just the way Gale always looked at him longingly, with flushed cheeks, swollen lips and half-lowered eyelids, John could almost orgasm in his tight pants.

He breathlessly ended the kiss, but sucked briefly on Buck's lower lip, eliciting a first, dark moan and it intoxicated him. He wanted more from Gale - more gasps, more moans, just anything he could get. Gale wasn't really the loud type when they were naked and in bed together. Gale preferred to enjoy himself in silence and John respected that. Very much so, and yet he wished he could tease Gale into being more vocal sometimes. On the other hand, it made every rare loud moan and husky whisper of his name from Gale's lips all the more special.

Buck's knuckles rubbed over his hard erection as he pulled down his zipper and slid his pants off his hips.

"Fuck," John grumbled, pressing his lips to Gale's again. It was a brief, frantic kiss and when he broke away, he buried his face in the crook of Gale's neck. He inhaled Buck's unique scent and the slightly salty film of sweat on his skin was driving John crazy. He placed his half-open mouth on Gale's skin and licked over it with his tongue, then sucked gently on the sensitive skin, making Gal tremble.

"Be careful," Buck whispered hoarsely. John hummed approvingly against his skin and briefly lifted his mouth from Gale's slightly flushed and damp skin. He brushed his thumbnail across the light imprint of his lips and Buck hissed, "Damn you, John! Did you give me a hickey?"

"Maybe a little one," John mumbled, not sounding ashamed or remorseful at all, but rather ectastic and proud. "When the others ask, you tell them you got laid by a great woman...or you keep quiet like you always do and I'll comment on the whole thing, baby," Bucky suggested with a grin and Gale rolled his eyes.

"You really are incredible," Gale snorted softly, wincing a second time as John's thumbnail brushed over the sensitive skin.

"I know," John murmured conceitedly and the next moment his eyes squeezed tightly shut and he groaned loudly as Gale slid his hand down Bucky's shorts and gripped his hard cock. He curled his fist warmly and a little tightly around his erection and stroked John's tip with his thumb. As shy as Gale could be here and there, he had quickly learned how to shut John up.

"You're already wet," Gale noted with satisfaction, rubbing his slightly damp thumb over the tip of John's cock again.

"Hmmm," Bucky grumbled and now also took hold of the hem of Gale's top. He gathered the fabric in his fist and pushed it higher and higher until it finally landed on the floor. "Just for you."

Then John's fingers also fiddled with Gale's belt. Before he could open it, however, Gale shook his head noticeably and muttered, "Stop, wait...just for a second!"

Bucky paused and looked at him, "What? Why?"

"I want to try something first and if you start to undo my pants now, I won't be able to do it."

John nodded slightly and swallowed hard as Gale slowly began to pump him steadily and firmly. Gale's fist moved up and down and John began to sweat, burying his face in Gale's neck again. But this time he didn't breathe kisses against the skin there, just breathed warm and heavy against Buck's skin with his mouth open.

Gale smiled, even if John couldn't see it at that moment. John wrapped both of his arms around Gale's naked torso and drew trueless patterns on the warm skin. He explored every inch of exposed skin, memorizing every rise and fall and twitch of Gale's muscles, while Bukc continued to cup him with his hand and pump lazily up and down.

"Faster baby," John asked in a raspy voice, and the next moment Buck sped up a little, twisting his fist a little each time he moved his hand down. Bucky's hips jerked again and he tensed slightly, pressing his fingers into Gale's pronounced back muscles and tracing the contours of his shoulder blades. "You're doing so good", John praised him. "You're making me crazy."

"Good," Gale muttered and laughed lightly. He stroked his free hand over Bucky's bare chest and then over his ribcage. He left goose bumps with his fingers and then pushed half a step forward, forcing John to move backwards and sit on the cot. Gale followed seamlessly, leaning down towards him - still with one hand wrapped around his cock. The other hand moved to the back of John's neck and when their lips met, John greedily sucked in Gale's taste and smell. Then Gale slowly broke off the kiss and instead ran his lips over John's chin, then down his neck to his chest, where he licked over a nipple. His hands brushed down the side of Bucky's ribcage to his hips, where he grabbed the hem of his black boxers and pulled the fabric down. John was now completely naked, while Gale was still almost fully clothed.

Normally it was the other way around. Gale was naked first and then John. But today Buck felt the urge to touch and explore Jogn first. To distract his thoughts and focus on something other than flying and all this B17. Out of the corner of his eye, Gale watched Bucky drop back onto the mattress, half propping himself up on his elbows. His chest heaved with long, quick breaths, and as Gale pressed his half-open mouth to John's upper abs, slowly bending his knees and Bucky realized what Gale was up to, his eyes closed and he put his head back.

"Gale...darling...," John mumbled. He frowned slightly, squinting his eyes as he bent one arm and slipped it between the pillow and the back of his head. The other hand searched for Gale and when he touched first his upper arm, then his shoulder and finally his chin, Buck paused. He waited, breathing heavily. His heart was beating up to his neck with excitement and arousal. "You don't have to..."

"But I want to, John," Gale contradicted him, now kneeling fully in front of John. The hard, cool floor sent shivers down Gale's heated body as his knees hit softly. Despite the thick fabric of his pants, the pleasant chill crept up his knees and thighs. He ran both his hands over Bucky's bare thighs and felt the muscular twitch of individual muscles. The pleasurable tension flowing through John's body transferred to Gale and he slid further up. One of his palms dug into the curve of John's hip, the other cupped another hard, beautiful cock. Suddenly his lips were dry as dust and he blinked down at John's erection and his hand. "Go ahead, baby. I'll guide you.

Buck nodded slightly and stroked his thumb over the red, slightly damp tip once more and before he knew it, he was lifting his thumb to his lips and licking it. A slightly salty, masculine taste escaped his tongue and he closed his eyes slightly as John's heavy breathing and husky moans hummed in his ears. "Fuck, you really want to kill me, don't you?" he murmured hoarsely.

"No, not really," Gale grinned slightly and it encouraged John to be so aroused. He closed his hand around his erection again and then leaned forward. He opened his mouth and licked the tip with his tongue first. More slightly salty drops wetted his tongue and the next moment Gale curved his lips all the way around Bucky's cock. Carefully he began to lower his head and later raise it again. Meanwhile, he kept up a steady, slow rhythm with his hand, driving John insane. "Gale," John moaned. "Damn it! That's so good," he whispered. "Keep going, darling."

As Gale got used to the full feeling, he got a little faster and took John in a little deeper. He accelerated the pumping movements of his hand a little and again he turned his wrist a little. Knowing that John liked it like this - a little messy, a little tight and wet - but most of all knowing that it was Gale touching him.

"Are you sure you've never done this before?", John joked breathlessly. Buck watched with pride as John breathed heavily. He pressed his fingers a little more into the soft, firm skin over John's hip bones and then moved down to his thigh, where he applied a little pressure. Again he felt the pulsing play of Bucky's muscles under his fingers. He hummed softly, making John gasp and curse, "You're doing so damn good!"

Gale lifted his head, took a deep breath and licked over the swollen, red tip again - this time more boldly and courageously - and sucked lightly on it, causing Bucky to squint hard and lift his hips. He thrust his hips upwards with such a jerk, forcing his cock between Gale's lips, making him cough slightly. "Sorry!" John grumbled and gritted his teeth. "I didn't mean to..."

Gale lifted his head again and slid his hand up from the root to the tip and then back down again as he mumbled in a raspy voice, "It's okay. You can help me out a bit."

John propped himself up on his elbows again and stretched out an arm. He traced the curve of Gale's lower lip with his thumb and then stroked his cheek until he dug his fingers into his blond, unruly hair. Fluttering, Buck closed his eyes and savored the feel of John's fingers in his hair. The hot tingling sensation that rose in his chest and spread throughout his body within seconds aroused him further. He was hard himself and he could feel the sensitive tip of his cock rubbing against the fabric of his shorts with every move he made, dampening the material slightly.

"Yeah, okay." Bucky licked his lips, following Gale's every move as he brought his mouth back to his cock. This time he helped Buck find a steady rhythm, directing him with one hand in his blond hair and setting the pace. Gale pumped the lower part of his cock with his hand to help. At the same time, his fist served as a blockade so that John couldn't push him down too deep. "Just like that!" John encouraged him and Gale sucked in a little air, creating a tiny vacuum and licking over the tip with his tongue at the same time. John's hips jerked upwards again. But this time Gale was ready for it and lifted his head slightly so that he didn't go too deep into his mouth. Nevertheless, he gasped and gagged slightly. John's fingers tightened in his hair and his pronounced thigh muscles also twitched.

"I won't last much longer," John warned him. Gale hummed again, sending shivers through the center of Bucky's body. He sped up his hand and head movements once more, sucking harder and letting John direct him. Even though it was a little too deep at times, Gale continued to suck through his nose, allowing Bucky to follow his own lust and chase the tingling climax. With his free hand, he gripped John's thigh tighter and opened his mouth a little wider as Bucky began to thrust his hips upwards erratically.

"If you don't want me to come in your mouth, you should stop."

Let go, please. Go wild, baby. I want to taste you, Gale thought. John's pulse raced under Gale's fingers and he pushed even closer to him instead of keeping his distance. He intensified his movements and when John gasped darkly and harshly, whispering his name over and over, Gale knew he was close. Another pumping up and down motion, another light sucking and dancing of the tip of his tongue and Bucky tensed beneath him. All his muscles tensed, and Gale could almost feel the heat rushing through John's entire body. There was a crackle in the air between them, and when Buck blinked up at Bucky briefly, he memorized every detail. John lying there, tense, eyes closed, chest slightly shiny and lips swollen and red, giving in to his desire was beautiful. John's hips jerked once more and the next moment Gale tasted salty, slightly bitter release on his tongue.

"Gale," Bucky gasped, licking his lips. With his hand still in his blond hair, he pressed Buck down a little longer, savoring the aftermath of his climax. Only when the tingling that shot through his veins slowed did his grip loosen and Gale lifted his head. He swallowed and licked John's sensitive tip once more. Moving his hand up and down a few more times, he slowed and loosened his grip until he opened his fist and let his hand brush over John's abs. Gale's legs spasmed a little and trembled as he slowly stood up and then lay down next to Bucky. His heart raced and his fingers trembled a little too as the adrenaline wore off a little.

The next moment he felt the mattress next to him move and John leaned over him. He opened his eyes and Bucky grinned at him, slightly drunk. Then he curved a hand around Buck's chin and neck and leaned forward. John kissed him and as their breath mingled, John tasted his own slightly salty release. He slid his body over Gale's and pressed his chest against his. With his other hand, he traveled down his stomach over Gale's chest and rubbed his palm over his hard, covered cock. "That was amazing. Where did you learn that?" Bucky breathed with a grin, kissing his chin down to his cheek and the shell of his ear. He gently bit into the shell of Gale's ear and he automatically spread his legs and wrapped his arms around John's naked torso.

"I don't know what exactly you mean?"

"Well, the way you sucked me off...those circles with your tongue...fuck baby."

Buck chuckled and groaned softly the next second as John somewhat awkwardly undid his belt with one hand, undid the button on his pants and pulled down the zipper. Gale stroked his hands down John's back to his ass and pressed his hips against his own. He hummed and smiled as Bucky kissed him again.

"The circle with my tongue?" Gale breathed questioningly. "I don't know, I just did it," he laughed as John buried his face in Gale's neck and his beard tickled him.

"Don't forget that!" Bucky teased him. "I'm going to ask you to do that again." Gale hummed in agreement and then helped John take off his pants and boxers. As soon as the fabric was gone, John closed his hand around Gale's with a confident naturalness that made him gasp.

"Already hard and wet for my, huh," John teased him and began directly with brisk, firm pumping strokes. "You did so good for me! Now it's my turn to get you off", he added and Gale pulled him in for another kiss.

"John," he sighed excitedly, lifting his hips. Hoping Bucky understood his restlessness and his urge for more, he slid both hands over John's back and placed his palms on his hips.

Bucky finished his kiss trail and smirked. "So sensitive", he added with dark glinted eyes.

Gale begged: "Please a little more, John."

Bucky quickened the rhythm of his hand, and when he tightened his fingertip grip slightly, Gale moaned. John had never seen a more beautiful man in his life. At the same time, he realized that he was hopelessly lost and in love with Gale Cleven. So he continued to drive him towards his long-awaited climax.

"Come for me, Buck," John whispered and leaned up so that his lips hovered over Gale's mouth again. "I've never seen anything more beautiful. Let me hear it, Buck," he demanded, moving his hand with more pressure and stroking the tip of Gale's cock repeatedly. Buck wrapped an arm around his shoulders and leaned his forehead against his own. Again and again, John breathed kisses on Gale's chin and cheek, and the corner of his mouth. He drove Buck on and on, and as his body began to tense in joyful anticipation, John sped up the movements of his hand once more.

Then Bucky drove him over the magical cliff and Gale suddenly became very still, tensed up and opened his lips slightly. He whispered John's name, so hot and somehow fearful that Bucky's heart almost stopped. "John..." Gale breathed. His parted puffy pink lips, his tousled blond hair, his shiny muscles strained to the breaking point, and that harsh, sinful moan in his ears. "John," Gale cried out in a husky voice again, his body shattering into a thousand pieces and Bucky was in the middle of it. John felt a warm, slightly sticky liquid on his fist and pumped up and down a few more times, prolonging Buck's climax and then leaning down, pecking at his lips. "Good boy."

Few seconds later Gale grabbed Bucky's dog tags and pulled him close until the tips of their noses touched. Ice blue eyes met hazel eyes. Time stood still and unspoken expressions of love hung in the air between them. "Thank you," he murmured. "Being my safety place in all the chaos."

"Sure thing", Bucky traced the curve of Gale's lower lip and smiled. "I got your back, always and forever."

Buck immediately ran his hands up and down Buck's sides before placing his hands on his cheeks. He leaned in and kissed him again. Gently this time and slower. "I really like you", Gale added with a low voice.

Bucky smiled softly: "I know. I really like you too. Feeling better now?"

His blue eyes glowed and for a few moments Gale felt as if he were looking into endless oceans. He smiled gently and then murmured, nodding his head, "Yeah."

"Good. Get some sleep then. I'm still here when you'll wake up again." John kissed him again, licking over his bottom lip before curling up next to him. He pulled the covers over Gale before getting up himself and cleaning his hands with an old towel. Then he snuggled up to Gale under the covers and wrapped his arms around him. So while John lay there with Gale in his arms, slowly drifting off to sleep, he thought about Monday himself and about burning airplanes falling from the sky.

He blinked down at Gale and brushed a few tangled strands of hair from his forehead. His chest constricted suddenly and he realized how much Gale really meant to him, and that it would probably kill him if Buck was on a burning plane somewhere and crashed. John was sure of one thing: as long as they were together, nothing could harm them. Not even burning planes in the sky or jumps without a parachute.

Hey FELLAS ❤️,

another pre-war and steamy one shot about our favourite Majors! I really enjoyed writing this pre-war one shot. I think it starts and ends very cute + there was some smut for all my dirty little sweethearts as well, haha!

Enjoy reading!

xoxo callumsgirl

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The car idles as you stare out the window. The freshly cleared roads give little comfort at the prospect of the long road home.

You chew your thumb as you glance over at the wooden moniker of the pharmacy. As if summoned, Professor Laufeyson emerges with a paper bag in hand. He doesn’t look happy.

The door opens and he drops into the seat, handing over the bag without looking at you. He gives another of his long sighs, a habit that’s underlined the tense morning. Strained silences and terse words. You feel as if you’ve done something wrong, yet all you’ve done is exactly what he wants.

“There should be instructions or what have you,” he shifts into gear and checks the rearview before craning to see behind him.

He backs out as you grasp the bag and open the top, peering inside at the long box. You slide it out and read the side then turn it over. ‘Dosage and indications inside’. You pop open the flap and take out the single pill in the aluminum shell. You unfold the sheets of instructions and squint at the tiny font.

“As I understand, it’s rather straightforward. You’ve seventy-two hours to take safeguards,” he turns out of the lot and turns up the heat.

“Um, yeah, sorry, just reading–”

“The chemist said the sooner the better. I know neither of us desire any other outcome,” he advises as he focuses on the road.

“Sure, uh,” you fold up the instructions, not wanting to argue.

You push the capsule through the seal and reach for the small bottle of water you took from the hotel. You place the tablet on your tongue and take a deep gulp. You swallow, keeping back as you nearly choke and cap the water, placing it back in the holder. You breathe out. Easy.

“Are you upset?” you ask.

“Upset?” he repeats dully.

“Mhmm, you seem… mad. Did I do something?”

“Well, that you didn’t mention your lack of precaution is a bit irksome,” he says, “but I’m more tired. The conference, the late night… I am a very busy man. You will understand when you’re older.”

You cross your arms and make yourself small. You feel miniscule, insignificant. Professor Laufeyson, esteemed scholar, and this pathetic, measly first year.

“I do long for the days I was but a naive pupil, when a lecture was the most of my worries,” he hums, “oh, but do not take it for granted.”

“I’m sorry, I… I understand.”

“You can try to,” he says dismissively, “but you can’t.”

He flicks the radio on and turns the knob, the deep tones of strings filling the car. You clamp your lips shut and turn your attention to the heaps of snow and grey sky.

You lean against the door, the shift grazing your tenderness and stoking a flutter in your core. The pain remains. What’s worse is how he seems to want to forget it just as much as you.

💚

You sit in the front row of Professor Laufeyson’s class, as you have every week since the first. You listen to his final remarks, his reminder of the upcoming finals, and tidings for the looming winter break. Students pack up as he does the same, intent upon his leather bag and the folio he slides into the pocket.

He folds up his laptop as you approach, your peers streaming out the double doors in a tired buzz. This late in the semester and all are wilting beneath the avalanche of exams and paper. You included, however, you find it hard to focus with the shadow of him lurking in your mind.

It’s been a week since your trip out of town. A week since you’ve seen him. Since he did what he did.

“Hi,” you stop on the other side of the podium, a smile.

“Mm, hello,” he barely looks up as you hug your notebook to your chest.

“How are you?”

“As well as any, I suppose,” he doesn’t look up as he zips up his bag, “is there something I can help you with?”

You flinch. When he looks at you, it’s cold and empty. Your chest sinks and your stomach tangles. You swallow down your embarrassment.

“It’s about the exam,” you lie, “is there multiple choice?”

He narrows his eyes and his brows raise, almost as if he thinks of you as a pest. He scoffs, “no, written. Completely. Short answer and an exam, as I said–”

“Sorry, I must’ve missed that,” you tamp down your hurt.

You don’t understand. All those things he said. He called you beautiful, he said you were all he thought about, that all he wanted was you. He made you feel like no one else ever did and now, you’re nothing to him.

He pulls on his jacket and hooks his bag over his shoulder. He checks his watch, “is that everything?”

You gape at him. That last week, cramping, bleeding, vomiting. You went back and read the booklet, it’s all to be expected but no less unpleasant.

“I’m not pregnant,” you say.

“Shhh,” he hisses as he steps towards you. You wince and back away, frightened by his abruptness, “do not say that so loud.”

“I…” your eyes round, “I thought you’d want to know.”

“Good,” he gives you a curt look, “modern science works. Like I ever doubted it.”

His sarcasm cuts deep, his indifference more so. What would he do if you were pregnant? If he had made an unfixable mistake?

You’re stunned. Like someone slapped you. Like time has stopped. The air traps in your chest as he tries to sidle by you. You turn to follow him.

“Did you ever care about me?” you ask as you trail his long strides.

He halts so you nearly collide with him and spins to face you. He jabs his finger at you as his eyes flare, “be quiet. You could get in a lot of trouble.”

“What? But you said— did you lie to me?”

He rolls his eyes, “I said what you wanted to hear and you believed it. You made your choices, you got on your back for me. Easily. I barely had to do any work. We both got we wanted.”

Your lip quivers as the tears well and spill over, “no, I…” you gasp, “you lied.”

“Oh, don’t be a child,” he sneers, “you shouldn’t open your legs like an adult if you can’t act as one.”

You stumble back, as if he’s struck you. Your chest caves in as your heart hammers. You shake your head and flick away the tears, “you’re a bad man.”

“And you’re a stupid girl,” he retorts, “now, I’ve more important things to tend to. Good evening.”

You gulp and turn on your heel, stumbling away from him, up the steps to the rear entrance, too embarrassed to follow him out. You hear the lower doors open and close before you can clatter through those at the top of the lecture hall. You burst through and hit the opposite wall.

You turn your back to the cold brick slide down down, hanging your head over your notebook as your tears stain the cover. You sniffle and sob in the empty hall, quivering as doom slowly consumes you. You put the heels of your hands to your eyes as you fall apart.

“Excuse me,” the deep voice startles you.

You snort and sit up as you mop your face. Your puffy eyes barely make out Professor Barnes as he bends over you curiously. You wipe your nose with your sleeve and he straightens as you push yourself to your feet.

“Hi, professor,” you utter.

“Are you okay?” he asks, looking up and down the corridor around him.

“Yeah, I…” you rub your lips together and wet them with your tongue, tasting the salt of your tears, “I just got a bad mark. I’ll make it up.”

He frowns and you shy away, “are you sure?”

“Yes,” you say, too quickly as you lift your bag and shuffle away from him, “I’ll see you in class.”

“Uh, alright,” he accepts with an air of confusion, “take care of yourself.”

You nod, but he probably doesn’t see it. What does it matter? No one could truly care about you.

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #professor!loki #drabble #series #dark drabble #ask drabble #dark!drabble #forbidden lessons #mcu #marvel

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helenadurazzo · 3 months

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The Lord of The Underworld And His Lady of Spring Part 6

Next in the HPHM x Twisted Wonderland AU, it is time for the testing, as both groups of the boys go through it, Idia, along with Helena and Ortho go through the data to look for interesting results

“Test One complete.” Ortho confirmed, “Subjects are cooling down within the simulation.”

“All vital signs for the three subjects are normal.” An employee, Moor Eiriniko, of Helena recalled his name right, reported. “And blot accumulation is within standard range.”

“There are the numbers I expected as well.” Idia observed, “Time to see if they differ with the next test.”

“Simulator has been synced with the Lachesis System.” Another employee, this time, Etern Skotadi, was the one to talk, “We are set for the second test.”

Idia nodded firmly, “Take it away Ortho.”

“Roger!” Ortho obeyed, “Virtual enemy mode standby. Commencing dive!”

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“Test two complete.” Ortho reported, “Subjects are cooling down in the sim.”

“Vital signs remain normal.” Moor typed on a tablet as he talked, “Yet there has been an increase in blot accumulation.”

Etern looked at the system and made modifications, “Lachesis System desynchronizing. Down to five percent… four, three, two… desync complete.”

“Simulator cooldown has finished.” Ortho’s voice sounded, “Subjects are being transported to the recovery room.”

“Excellent.” Idia breathed a sigh of relief, “When you are done with that, prepare Subjects B and D for their testing.”

“Roger.” Ortho’s holographic figure nodded before disappearing.

“Now let’s read the stats for these famed housewardens.” Idia grinned as he went over to a large screen.

“The difference in their blot accumulation rates is fascinating.” Helena observed, walking up to Idia to stand beside him.

“Totally.” Idia smiled at her and then looked at the screen, “Let’s look at Riddle first. He busts out spells like he is in hyperdrive. And his magic pool is way beyond other mages his age. Likely had training in magic at a young age. Like a sports pro who practiced their whole lives since they could walk. It’s the only way he could wield such numbers. If you ask me, his strength is more from hard work than from innate talent.”

Helena hummed, “He also has a tendency to elevate his output and brute force his magic during moments of indecision.”

“Whiles it is inefficient.” Idia admitted,

“he had the power to back him up”

“And his mental state is impacted by external factors rather than internal ones.” Helena pointed out, “If my memory serves him right, he had quite the controlling mother watching over him, a skill mage doctor in the Queendom of Roses.”

“Despite everything though.” Idia starred at the screen, “Its safe to say he has a strong offense but a paper thin defense. Being quite fragile physically and mentally when he isn’t in control of his surroundings.”

“Yet compare that to Azul,” Helena observed, looking at his results. “Despite his slow speed at casting, he is precise and deadly accurate with his spells.”

“He served as a support for Riddle’s brash actions!” Idia declared. “On one hand he is calm and efficient, on the other you could say he is cowardly for hiding behind the magical gifts of others.”

“Or it just means he can be suited as a healer.” Helena shrugged playfully.

“Perhaps he is careful because he has a small magic pool.” Idia theorized, “like he is banking up on his quick thinking to make up for his little reserves or something. It’s not like he can use his signature spell willy nilly.”

“Making him the opposite of Riddle.” Helena observed, “Then there is the case of Vil, who is unique in his own right.”

“Oh boy talk about STABLE.” Idia exclaimed. “All of his numbers are remarkably high and he hardly breaks a sweat. His lack of sharp performance strikes may be one thing, but he is solid in both offense and defense. And I am pretty sure Vil didn’t get any specialized training prior to his enrollment.”

“His physical and mental resilience is rather impressive.” Helena observed.

“He would make a perfect tank!” Idia declared with confidence. “Vil’s signature spell is a long duration debuff curse… and since he’s got a big magic pool, it is a long lasting one, that’s huge. I would hate having to fight these guys, but oh man they’d be a blast to play if they were in an RPG!”

~~~

“That was quick.” Idia exclaimed with wide eyes, “They figured out how the system worked immediately.”

“Well Leona is the type of guy who knows when he is dreaming.” Helena reminded him.

Idia sighed, “Where’s the fun in that? And Jamil’s stress levels barely moved to. How did these guys overblot? Vil as well for that matter.”

“Simulator cooldown complete.” Ortho reported as astern worked on desyncing the system, “Transferring subjects to the recovery room.”

“Testing sequence completed at 2245” Moor took note of.

“Good, good.” Idia muttered then looked at the two employees, “You two are free to go once the data is backed up.”

“Roger.” The two men nodded.

Ortho suddenly entered the room, “All subjects are in the recovery room Idia. They’re fast asleep.”

Helena laughed, “When is Leona not asleep? Not surprising at all.”

“Nice job Ortho.” Idia spoke calmly

“You to Idia!” Ortho cheered happily, “What do the results look like for Leona Kingscholar and Jamil Viper?”

Helena gasped as Idia put the data on the monitor, “Their numbers are exceptional!”

Idia started with looking at Leona’s data, “Spoiled or not, Leona is still royalty. Totally makes sense that he would have top notch magic instruction as a kid. His casting speed is off the charts and his magic pool is huge and he is quite efficient which helps with minimizing blot accumulation.” Idia sighed, “But I already knew Leona was tough and could handle whatever danger is thrown at him. And it’s hard to measure resilience when it comes to inner turmoil.”

“He does seem to commonly exhibit a great mental fortitude.” Ortho agreed. “And a drastic change could lead to an increase in blot accumulation.”

“Stat-wise he would be a great tank like Vil.” Idia continued. “But given his personality, he isn’t best suited for a leader. Now that I mention it, their personalities don’t seem to match with their ideal class.”

“What class do you believe Jamil would be?” Helena pondered.

“He’s tricky.” Idia admitted with a shrug, “He could fit just about anywhere TBH. But he tends to go for efficiency over speed, just like Azul. Looking at his background… he had no training before arriving at Night Raven College. Yet where he differs is how he is really quick and precise with defensive magic. Perhaps it’s his natural state given how he guards Kalim.

“So perhaps a Melee to defend a tank or a healer?” Ortho proposed.

“Something like that.” Idia nodded. “Just imagine it, Night Raven Quest, the RPG, now that’s a game I’d play even more given these additional stats.”

“You should totally make it Idia!” Ortho energetically requested, “It would be a blast! And it could be open world!”

“Development costs would be too much for open world for such a ridiculous concept.” Idia pointed out. “Besides development for a joke concept like this would be a pain and waste of my time.”

“Say Idia.” A lightbulb seemed to light up for Ortho, “Why don’t you invite the Housewardens to play with you and Muscle Red?”

“What!? No!” Idia was simply horrified, “Where did you get that idea!? None of these guys are interested in gaming! They are complete normies! And besides, we are going to send them to the River Lethe before they return to Night Raven College. They will forget everything, and possibly us as well.”Glancing briefly over at Helena and her Pomegranate lenses that his parents insisted on if their detail instructions before their departure, before finally turning his gaze to Ortho, “There is no use with making friends with them…”

#The Lord Of The Underworld And His Lady of Spring #Idia Shroud #Ortho Shroud #Helena Othonos #Helena Durazzo #HPHM #twisted wonderland #twst #Hogwarts Mystery #Riddle Rosehearts #Leona Kingscholar #Azul Ashengrotto #Jamil Viper #Vil Schoenheit

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sketchfanda · 10 months

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Chestnut Stud Across the Multiverse: Double Z Opportunity

“How in the hell did I let 18 talk me into this kind of stuff….” Krillin half asked and said to himself as he mulled over his thoughts in regards to his current situation. Trying to look anywhere but right what was in front of him at the moment as he walked a seemingly plain, random office corridor. Now why you might ask was he in such a mood and what was he trying not stare at exactly you might ask? Well to answer the latter question, he was trying not to stare at the swaying backside of the woman guiding and leading him around here, a hot, sexy mature piece of ass known as Tina Lynx. The furry babe clad in a simple casual sweater,miniskirt, sneakers and shades and carrying a tablet in hand as a sort of digital clipboard and walking with a distinct sway and shady to her thick, plump and curvy form. Her thighs rubbing together, hips striding as her ass bounced and clapped, hinting she had a thing on beneath that saucy skirt of hers. Krillin of course doing any and everything he could to be polite, a blush in his face as he rubbed the back of his head nervously, the stubble of his spiky hair felt on his palm as his usually smooth dome head was in its unshaven period. The former question and the cause if his nervousness as well as why he was following this lynx babe? Well that answer came soon enough the shades wearing babe shit a glance at him over her shoulder, a friendly smile on her pretty face.

“Hey don’t worry about it so much handsome, feel free to look, I don’t mind. Sure who hasn’t seen what I’ve got without clothes on,right?” Tina playfully quipped, a soft giggle from her muzzle at seeing Krillin flinch and blush as if he were a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Deciding to take her advice as it occurred to him that some of the pictures snd posters on display in this corridor snd throughout the office building it occupied were, shall we say, of a very adult nature. Tina’s tone friendly and playful all at once as she continued leading the off duty cop and former monk to where ever she was leading him to. “And don’t worry too much about it, from what your wife told us over the phone and in your e-mail application, you’re gonna be a natural. But it’s perfectly reasonable to be a bit nervous for your first time doing anything related to porn..” Reassuring him as she reminded him exactly why he was feeling the way he was. Ah yes indeed that’s right, he was at the office of Double Z studios, a pornographic movie company and he was here for his tryout to star as a performer. 18 by chance had come across a want ad in the paper, looking up the details in their website to find out that they were looking for human males and similar non anthro males to audition for the first time. To which his hot cyborg bombshell of a wife wasted no time in filling out an application on his behalf and arranged this appointment for him, such a lovely wife he had, he thought to himself sarcastically. He knew why she’d done it of course for more than one reason. He had plenty of spare time when he wasn’t on duty protecting snd serving the public and there wasn’t any of the odd, usual galactic threats to existence happening. Not to mention it paid quite handsomely and best of all,in her mind, she’d get to watch her man doing porn!! God the sex they had just from how turned on she was at the ides of her husband going at it with drop dead gorgeous furry babes, it’d been as wild as their first time together snd their honeymoon night. Hell even the very union that had conceived Maron and it wasn’t like the thought of doing this line of work wasn’t a a turn-on. Hell Oolong and Roshi would cry tears of blood if they knew, wk during why him and not them.

“Yeah I know, pretty sure that’s going to be a regular on the job kind of thing huh?” Krillin quipped as he out on a brave front, still blushing but a half hearted smile on his face as Tina gave a soft, friendly giggle to that remark. The mature feline hottie soon stopping as they came to an office door, displaying the name Zig Zag on its glass and shutter frame. Signifying they’d arrived at the domain of the boss lady herself as Krillin steadied his nerves. This was it, no turning back now as Tina knocked on the door, the pair awaiting a response as Krillin had an idle glance at his surroundings. Posters framed and hung in the wall alongside pictures of employees/performers of the month or week, proudly displaying the body of work Double Z studios had put out. Including some of their recent non anthro male stars who had also applied for the position he was trying out for. Among them being some guy they called Red Riot and some small little Red Devil looking guy with horns and a tail. The fact said posters boldly displayed their female stars naked as the day they were born made th compact fighter blush, reminding him how 18 he’d made him watch some Double Z movies for “research” as she had called it. Particularly of the founder and owner of this very studio herself. An exotic woman and Jack of many trades when it came to porn. Writer, director, producer and of course star, the one and only Zig Zag herself, whose voice called from inside for them to enter as Tina opened the door, leading the auditioning shirt king in. Showtime, he thought to himself as he followed, the door shutting behind them.

The Office itself seemed like well any old office and there Krillin saw set nicely snug in a corner was the notorious,infamous casting couch. While sitting across nice and comfy from it in simple but stylish corporate casual wear was the one and only Zig Zag herself. Ms.Double Z who was every bit as exotic as she looked, after all how many women like her in this world were full on tiger-skunk hybrids? Her sleek,toned and curvy bombshell body rocking a big fluffy tail with snow white fur decorated with black stripes, her eyes a rich sparkling crystal blue as she wore a sensual smile on her luscious face’s muzzle. Which from the shortstack lawman’s perspective could come across as rather predatory as those azure eyes were no doubt mentally undressing him as she locked her gaze on him. “Well now,your wife sent me a picture or two but seeing you in person, you look even better than I imagined..” the TigerSkunk hottie quipped and teased playfully. Krillin blushing as he rubbed the back of his neck out of nervous reflex, taking a seat as she gestured for him to do so. Between her and Tina,who stood between the desk and the chair like some casual neutral observing 3rd party, it was tough time trying to decide who’d be the least likely to get him all riled up with arousal by staring at either one of them. As aforementioned, 18 had him conduct “homework” by watching a few double Z movies for “research purposes”. These two had featured quite extensively among the vast ocean of clips, highlight reels and then some available on just the streaming platform alone. To say nothing of the dvd and bluray digital libary, as ZigZag caught his attention by getting up from seat to move around in front of her desktop and park her glorious miniskirt clad rear on the edge. Her fluffy tail idly wagging and waving sensually as she began to speak.

“Now handsome...mind if I call you that?” Krillin blushed but shrugged,hinting he was fine with it either which way as she nodded from his confirmation and resumed her train of thought. “As you’ll have gather, you’re not just any guy trying out for work here at my little playground here,no sir. This tryout goes well you’ll be among my small growing little cast I’ve been rounding up and assembling. Not my first human but definitely first among many,or the last should this work out for you. All depends how much you pass my personal standards...” she spoke,as she gestured to Tina, who nodded and tapped away at the screen on her tablet,showing a sort of checklist to the shortstack dude. This included details such as length, girth, build, stamina, staying power to name a few. He could see she wasn’t kidding about standards. Very high ones at that from the looks of it as she moved from sitting idly on her desktop to pacing about, hips swaying and her tail wafting in the air with a rather perfume like scent. It was rather intoxicating and pheromonal in its nature and quality, made sense given how charistmatic and stunning she was. As she spoke of what she aimed for when it came to selecting her stars and especially how to apply it to the likes of him. In their hiring experience so far, size defnitely counted but only especially and particularly if you knew how to use it. As well as how long you could last and go for and no damn pretentious egos!! Small mumbling rants about horses, bulls and the like, noticing a brief shudder of...passion shared between her and Tina when he heard them refer to something or someone like scalies, or whoever this Moxxie or Eijiro guys were. Before the Siberian TigerSkunk sexbomb looked at him coyly and playfully as she gestured for him to stand up, which he did, not wanting to disoblige her.

“First thing’s first, let’s see who and what we got to work with here. Be a sweetheart and strip down to your skivvies, won’t you?” She sensually quipped, his eyes bugging a bit as he bit back any remark or retort, blushing as he began to do just that. Tina and ZigZag gluing their gaze as they purred,certainly liking what they were seeing. At 5′1′‘, he certainly wasn’t going to turn heads at an airport but he wasn’t some stubby barrel or stringbean twig boy, no sir. From the neck down, Krillin was a physical Adonis or Atlas, his body a work of muscular art crafted,sculpted and honed by years to decades of combat training in the martial arts. Arms and legs like compact tree trunks, broad shoulders and pectorals with a perfect sixpack of abs. His boxers snug and tight but keeping him modest as he blushed and sat back on the couch, watching as Zigzag strode over and began to touch and caress him. Making him shudder,his muscles twitching as her busy hands massaged his physique, definitely liking what she. Oh yes,she quite liked it a lot as she teased hovering glances and touches to the crotch of his boxers, her tail waving like a snake slithering gracefully along the ground. “Mmm I like what I’m seeing, oh yeah you’re passing a few check arms so far handsome…“the hybrid hottie purred as she pried herself off from him to stand back and admire him like some prime work of art. Sitting back atop her desk, making the vertically challenged fighter blush as her skirt lifted enough to expose she was commando under it.

Tina of course reminded him of her presence in the office as she cleared her throat politely, making him jump a bit in his seat. “Alright boss should I call her in? I’d say we’re ready to start the tryout….” She enquired as her hybrid boss nodded in affirmative, Tina fished out her cellphone as she tapped away,typing and sending a text to god only knows who. Looking at the lynx hottie with a hint of puzzlement and confusion which she noticed as she eased it. “We’re just gonna have one of our stars com in here and perform with you like doing a scene from one of our projects. Naturally it’s not enough to have the looks but also the skills. So ofmcourse we will be recording this..,”she explained as she gestured to a nearby digits, video camera in a tripod which was connected to a laptop on ZigZag’s desk. It made Krillin wonder how he’d missed sight of thst when he got in here, gulping nervously as his face blushed. That’s right,he reminds himself internally, he was auditioning for work at a porn studio which meant having to be work in front of cameras and filming crew…having sex!! That somehow made him scared and aroused all at once, scaroused! Or even scared and horny, scorny!? Was that even a word? Point being he was already feeling exposed in front of the two furry hot piece of ass and they were going to watch and film him doing it with another woman. He hadn’t felt scaroused and scorny since that whole fiasco at Videl’s bachelorette party. Let’s just say things got lewd and wild when 18 and some of the ladies got drunk, Especially the guest of honour herself. His thoughts brought back to the present as a new fsce made their presence known as they barged into the office without knocking and slammed it shut behind them.

“I swear to God, this had better be a good reason for calling me here thst doesn’t involve cleaning another mess you made. I already been busy enough just mopping and sweeping up the sets from Red Riot and that damn Imp’s scenes earlier today!!” The new arrival snarked hardly as Krillin took in her appearance. Of course at this point why wouldn’t or shouldn’t he be surprised she was another hottie, it seemed like one of those absolute rules here at Double Z. Only the most bodacious tits,the bubbliest and juiciest asses and succulent curves and tones need apply and this babe was no exception to that. A heavily dark blue to navy feline who would no doubt seem pitch black in the sort of lighting and shading. A toned curvy figure and frame with her silky fur on display thanks to her denim dungarees,a wheeled bucket with the attached mop in hand signifying she was likely a custodian or janitor if her remarks were anything to go by, a feather earring dangling as her h pretty face displayed a natural neutral. Albeit offset by the aether intense, fierce expression she wore in her face which made it clear she was plenty annoyed and pissed off. Her golden feline eyes turning their glaring gaze on him as she noticed his presence, her expression deepening. “Oooh you saucy bitch, a casting couch routine? You got God knows how many horny bitches a available and you want me to try get this runt off? Tch,fine whatever if I’m gonna be cleaning this mess, no harm in me being the one to make it…” with that said,she nudged her miko and bucket aside into an idle corner as Tina went to go prep the camera, Zigzag’s smile growing to a mix of amusement and arousal at the pending display she was about to witness. Her tail swaying as it’s pheromones scent flowed.

“Knew I could count on you to step up babycakes. Krillin honey,this is Darke Katt, part time starlet and custodian, don’t let the attitude out you off,she’s a sweetheart when you really get to know her.” The tigerskunk porno entrepreneur quipped playfully,shooting him a wink and a while. Katt of course responded by shooting her a dirty look over her shoulder as she razzed her and flipped her the bird. Before turning her focus back to Krillin with a deadpan look, the sort of which said ‘‘Better make this worth my while or I’ll fuck you uo in the all ways that make you useless to a woman!!” It was certainly scarousing, As the shadowy feline made him big his eyes out and drop his jaw as she undid he buttons of her dungarees, letting the to fall as she began to peel off and remove it, leaving herself naked as the day she was born. Her tits perky and firm, just right enough for a man’s hands to enjoy and play with,her swaying tail connected to a glorious bubble butt just crying to be played like a bongo drum, her slit glistening with small signs of arousal as he himself felt that familiarmrush of blood. The kind that went from his brains to his loins as the feisty feline leaned close to him, draping her arms around his shoulders as he pulled his face close towards her own. Suddenly pressing her lips to his, the fur of her muzzle silky and soft as he suddenly found her tongue invading his mouth. Overwhelming his brain with a surge of pleasure as her claws scraped along the skin of his back. Making him flinch as she hinted those babies were razor sharp snd ready to cut him up if he so much as got any funny ideas or really pissed her off. Much as she seemed to hate being the one to handle the two at hand, she seemed to be getting quite into it as her fingertips and palms caressed his muscles hinting she was maybe enjoying this. This caused him to gain some confidence as he returned the passion of her kiss, their tongues dancing as his hands touched and began to massage her back. Which got a deepthroated our coaxed out of her hinting she was coming to like this, as she broke theirs liplock for some air, eyes still deadpan but sort of softening. As her hands were soon caressing his thighs and hips before making their way to cup and grope his crotch. Blinking in puzzlement and confusion as those silk boxer spatz displayed a bulging swell which she kept rubbing, tilting her head as if wondering, was she really feeling what she thought she was? She grabbed the waistband and tugged his boxers down, making him gasp as she pulled them right off, she had to see it, she had to!!

See it she most certainly did, her golden eyes widening like saucer plates, jaw dropping as did ZigZag and Tina’s own. The latter’s shades tilting askew and crooked as right then and there before her eyes, there was his cock out there in the open. Standing stiff snd proud,more erect than a flag pole and looking hard enough to smash a boulder into rubble and dust or hammer nails into solid steel. Their pussies responding to their brains going into bitch in heat mode as they felt their nectar flow and run down along their thighs as Katt shook her head and found her voice. “Fucking hell is that a dick or a weapon of mass destruction?!!” Katt remarked with a tone of shock and awe, her feline eyes locked on that length and girth that seemed just ideal to be considered a pussy pleasing piece of heaven. Kneeling on the floor as she grabbed his cock in a firm grasp, stroking it as she leaned in close to breathe in his scent. Shuddering as that musk flooded her senses. Making her brain awaken those deep, dormant primal instincts which called to her,told her this compact Adonis before was an alpha male that would take her to great heights of pleasure. Smaller but louder voices crying, begging, pleading to have him mate and breed with her as she licked the lips of her muzzle and gave his cock head a kiss and a wet flick of her tongue. Followed by another and another as she went from tip to base and vice versa, showering his shaft with lust and affection, not even leaning his smooth but heavy balls untouched. The feline hottie sucking blowing away as if she weee enjoying s delicious meal.

“My oh my handsome,your lady sent me some dick pics but seeing it in the full flesh this up close and personal is something else….a literal and figurative money maker” ZigZag quipped with playful awe, biting her lip sensually as she sneaked a hand under her skirt. Poking and prodding her her slit as she and Tina watched Katt outright facefucking herself as she attempted to deepthroat Krillin’s cock. The little man shuddering as her tongue and mouth bathed his length in the wrongness and warmth of her saliva. Tina sensually panting as she kept the camera on them, rubbing her thighs together as her own pussy lips gushed as bad as Katt’s own was. Dribbling and raining down in the office floor as she and her boss slash bestie watched the short king do more tha okay in proving his credentials for this line of work. More so when he pried Kat off of his cock,pulling her up to sit in his lap and straddle him, pressing his lips to hers as they kissed and made out, the compact love machine giving into his primal arousal and just go with the flow of the feline babe’s sensual passion. Feeling her purr into their session of heavy petting as she humped ad ground her bubble nut and her slit against his drool soaked cock. Adding a nice heavy shower of her pussy juices as their hands massaged and caressed each other’s backs, her claws teasing along his skin as his grabbed and squeezed her asscheeks. Before the shadowy stray found her body acting on the erotic momentum as she raised her crotch and plunged down in his cock. Bottoming out balls deep instantly as she threw her head back to howl with orgasmic ecstasy as the penetration of such length and girth was so intense.

Not that it stopped her from continuing on,as she began to pump and move her hips, bucking and riding that dick like she were taming a wild rodeo bull or horse. Deepthroated moans and gasps escaping her muzzle s she cupped his fsce with her hands, eyes locked with his as she found him returning her lust and desire by pistoning away into that warm,hot womb. “Fucker…you big dicked…ass clapping little..runt…how dare you be so fucking good…making me feel so…fucking hate you…so much..you’re gonna feel every bit of hate…hate,hate…drain You dry ‘til this falls off…” on and in Katt went,proclaiming all her hate towards the shortstack stud. The tiger skunk babe grinning as such words in contrast to katt’s actions were proof Krillin was passing his tryout with flying colours. It was the shadowy sex kitten’s way of showing love and affection, Something she and many who were sexually experienced with Darke Katt had dealt with before as she her lynx companion continued to look on with shameless growing arousal. Watching as the momentum of passion developing between the hairless ape of a stud and the feisty tsundere of a sex kitten shifted and transition into positions which deepened the intensity of Krillin’s penetration. The navy/onyx furred babe moaning her head off as orgasms hit her so fast and hard that there was no way for her to keep count.

From a mating press, where her legs were,pushed and bent back so far her ankles laid in either side of her head, to head singing her wild mane of hair as as she was in her hands and knees on the couch as he fucked her doggy or rather kitty style in this case. His big balls smacking her clit as her juices splashed on the lush valure seating, his length and girth making her stomach bulge as his hands squeezed and massaged her ass. Before giving her a shocking delight as he hoisted her up into the air, standing on the couch as he fucked here in a full nelson position. Her arms and legs in his grasp as he pumped and hammered his shaft, Tina making sure the camera was locked on the display of their loins connected together in their lewd,intimate embrace. ZigZag of course had gotten so horny to the point she was now stripping herself naked, licking her lips with lust as as she watched Katt’s face wear an expression that screamed her brain was flooding with raw, mind numbing pleasure. Her pussy squirting as she yowled with ecstasy. Erupting like a geyser as she felt the short king finally blow his load. Shots of hot white cream shooting into her womb’s warm embrace as she felt her body become limp as a ragdoll. Pouting cutely as Krillin pried her off of his juice soaked cock and gently laid on the couch, just in time as her tigerskunk boss now entered into the fray. Purring with sensual delight as she began to kiss and lick on his cock and balls, loving the taste of his jizz and katt’s pussy nectar, hands caressing his torso as she kissed up along it to start her own make out with him, stunning and surprising him as she broke their liplock, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Now now handsome…let’s see how your stamina and staying power really step up. Especially with more than one partner….” She playfully treated, kissing him again as Krillin shrugged his shoulders and just decided to roll with it. Making the hybrid hottie moan as she felt him begin to grope and stroke her furry bombshell frame all over.

Tina adjusted her shades, blushing with a sensual smile as she kept the camera rolling. Biting her lip as she watched ZigZag have her own turn with their potential new hire. ZigZag was no stranger to handling big cocks but there was no doubt this short king was ina whole league all his own,as she rode him cowgirl style, massaging his abs as her booty bounced and jiggled with every impact of their loins smacking together. Passionate moans escaping her muzzle as his hands grabbed and squeezed her tits, the hybrid bombshell getting first hand experience with some of his slight skills in the art of tantric love making. Feeling him not simply fuck her body but even assault her mind,heart and soul with sensual passion. Proving there was more to him than just his godly set of loins and thst his muscles weren’t for show as he now stood on his own two feet on the ground, hoisting snd holding her up in the air as he p,anted his hands on her ass. Squeezing that juicy striped furry booty as she draped her arms and legs around his compact Herculean body,tots rubbing against his firm pecs as their tongues mashed and danced together in a sloppy game of tonsil hockey. The Lynx cutie feeling her slit gush there was no doubt she was pretty much a bitch in heat as she was soon stripping off her own clothes. Now naked as she played with herself with little to no sense of shame or inhibition as she saw her boss now getting fucked in a piledriver position. Her back and legs at 90 degree angles as her head and shoulders laid on the floor, while Krillin pumped his cock like he was working a pornographic butter churn. Zigzag loving every second of it of course but especially when the luscious moment he finally let loose and came inside of of her arrived, cumming together with him as some of his excess spunk sprayed and flowed out. Tina licking her lips as she watched the off duty cop pull his shaft out, now slicker and wetter with a mix of jizz and the pussy juices of two absolute hot pieces of ass.

“Round 3 handsome….” The lynx porno veteran quipped with sensual playfulness as she got his attention, seeing her now enter the fray in all her thicc,plump and curvy glory. Kissing him with a thirsty passion as their hands caressed and massaged each other’s bodies as she nudged him to lay back on the floor. Purring and grinning as she straddled his head, sitting on his face as she gave him a encouraging squeeze of her thick thighs. “Drink up there handsome,you must be parched….” The moment she said thst, she felt him lick and lap away at her slit, making her pussy juices pour into his mouth as he quenched his thirst while Tina rode the momentum of orgasmic ecstasy rocking her body. Falling foreard to grasp and stroke his lubed up cock as she practically made out with it. Deepthroating with abandon as she sucked and blew on thst shaft, her shades askew to expose the glowing pink hearts in her pupils which were also visible in those of zigzag and Katt as they recovered and watched Tina get her own turn becoming sexually acquainted with Krillin and his raw stud potential. Looking on as their arousal skyrocketed once more, kneeling on the floor as Katt probed her slit as zigzag made out with her, their tongues enacting a lesbian kiss as she squeezed and massaged the black cat’s furry titties as Tina rode Krillin in reverse cowgirl. The camera seeing the curvy lynx hottie’s tits bounce as Krillin couldn’t help himself from slapping thst ass like the erotic bongo drums just calling for him to play with them. It was pretty clear from just Katt alone that he’d passed his audition with flying colours butt they were just too horny to care as they last their passions drive them higher and higher into a primal dance of a passionate mating frenzy.

The red recording light on the video camera blinked away as it confused to capture the display of animalistic virility occurring in and around the casting couch tween the vertically challenged but supremely well endowed dude and the 3 furry porn stars. Tina pressing her furry tits against his shoulders as she caressed him from behind, making out with him while he fucked Zagzag doggystyle as the hybrid honey ate Katt out. The shadow furred hottie moaning as he held that mane of Snow White hair close, feeling thst sex goddess tongue lap up her nectar snd the excess flow of a Krillin’s jizz. To him fucking Tina on her hands and knees as he fingered Katt and Zigzag, 3 fingers knuckle deep into those sloppy snatches as his thumb rubbed their clits as he bucked and thrust into the lynx’s warm oven. Before he made Zigzag sit atop h his shoulders as he made out with her slit, her hands caressing his scalp as Tina and Katt made out together while they tagteamed his cock with a double blowjob. Each and any every instance he’d blow his load and was still hard, they change up positions and combinations, three or two on one or often having himself some one on one time with one of the, as the other two had some hot lesbian action together. The figurative and literal climax achieved as they knelt before him as he sat on the couch, stroking his cock and groaning as he shot them with a final shower of his seed raining on their faces and tits and into their mouths. The compact stud panting as he finally felt his bidy gave out, welcoming the rest as the trio of furry babes joined him on the couch, Tina and zigzag sandwiching him on either side as Katt laid atop his front, sleep taking them as they recovered and basked in the afterglow.

It wasn’t long after this quite enthusiastic audition that 18 would find an email in her inbox, the cyborg deadly beauty grinning sensually at seeing the subject title. ““He’s Hired!!” The blonde knew her man would succeed in his tryout and the only thing that would be as delicious as seeing him do porn with all kinds of sexy pretty hotties wss no doubt how many of them would welcome getting knocked up by her sex god of a husband. Oh yes,wild chestnut oats woild sown one way or another and the future would see a glorious army of krillin’s babies. She’d see to that and the fsct she’d get a bit of the royalties was just the delightful bonus,grinning as she forewarde the email to Bulma, Chichi, 21 and a few other lady friends and acquaintances knowing Krillin’s video of his audition was attached with it. Said video would be uploaded to Double Z’s studio streaming site of course, announcing their new hire and highlighting his prowess and skill as it made record numbers of views on day one. With many female subscribers commenting they were alresdy anticipating his feature adult film debut.

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