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Royal Enfield Classic 350 (rear/mine) and the all new Royal Enfield Shotgun 650 (front) which I call the "Classic 650" The RE SG 650 could have been mine but it took a long time to arrive and in fact, I prefer my Moto Morini X-Cape 650 trail bike… The road trail is more suited to my use of the motorcycle
Photos : Frédéric Poirier
Thanks @elkane for the gorgeous commission of Biker Stucky
RUTHLESS
💕Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
📝Summary: When breaking the norm leads to a romance.
✏️Genre/au: Smut, Non-canon, Biker life, Friends to lovers
✏️Rating: 18+, explicit
📝Wordcount: 4508
⚠️chapter warnings: explicit smut
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Riding on top of your 2013 Sportster Iron 883 purple custom felt the closest thing to heaven you could ever imagine. The little stops to take in the view, the things that have changed from when you saw them last time moving east, adding the cherry on top.
Your busy schedule, hectic really, playing dirty on your liking for the road. Visiting home using a plane felt tedious, the bike calling your name from the garage every time you'd get a taxi to get to the airport. Making you feel restrained, choked by a lifestyle that was simply not fit for you.
Until you said fuck it. Fuck it as to set your feet on your boss's office and tell him that he had a month to find you a replacement; that you were out. Out for good. Out to never see his little man-asshole attitude around your hard work, ever again. Although, with the most respectful and polite phrases you could make use of. Still bold. Still making his jaw drop.
You had been saving your pennies like a hoarder, living like a broke university student although your good grades had given you honors in your degree and gotten you a very well-paid job. Hard work, not brain. Always hard work.
More to demonstrate than to enjoy at the beginning. Until you entered the university and met people with a less judgemental mentality than those back in town. Then, it was for you; hell, you could do it. You just could do it. So you did and got your job. But unfortunately, it didn't marry with the wild creature inside of you, the one that prayed to know the world, to see the bigger picture it contained.
Going back home wasn't a defeat when the defeat was to stay stuck in something you hated. Besides, it wasn't like you were going to go back to live with your parents, although they had suggested it and told you to save your money for further moves.
You weren't going to spend it in your first days, that was for sure. Jungkook had offered his spare bedroom for two weeks until he could rent it to another company coworker. The last one had to move back to his hometown to take care of a now long-term ill brother, since they lost their parents at a young age. You felt kind of guilty to not spend more time with yours after that and assured yourself that you would. For now, what was living with them were all your belongings. Their garage was full to the brim with all you'd sent from your apartment. Your bike would be with you, resting with your friend's 2016 Sportster Iron 883 dark custom and his housemate's, Taehyung, also customised 2012 Road King red custom.
As you stopped the roaring engine, in his driveway you observed the two-floor house. It looked cozy but had that single-guy aura printed somewhere. The folding door to the garage opened just before Hoseok poked his head through the main door and went out, followed by Taehyung. They started greeting you enthusiastically as you entered the house and Jungkook closed the door.
"I can't believe we're gonna be housemates," said Taehyung with a wiggly attitude that surprised you.
"Well-" you started saying.
"C'mon, hyungs, she's been riding for more than ten hours. We should let her rest." Jungkook offered.
"Let's get you to the bathroom, love." offered Hobi, taking your backpack off your shoulders, as Jungkook unleashed the ones in your bike, to take them inside. 'Love…' you smiled internally.
Taehyung was fast to open a beer for you as soon as you stepped inside, while Hobi and Jungkook went upstairs to leave your things. When Jungkook came down straight after, it turned out Hobi was filling the main bathroom's bathtub for you.
After finishing your beer between quick updates, you noticed he hadn't still come down and decided to go see what he was up to. Opening the door to an oscillating lighting and a low water setting, you saw the whole bathroom lit with candles.
"I thought you would enjoy it," he said while placing some more and letting them up after.
"Wow, Hobi… This is… wow." you breathed out. All your customary tough attitude seemingly melting along with the wax forming them.
"I'm done," he said after litting the last one while standing. "I'll let you be. The red set of towels is for you." you looked at the hanging towels in the room: grey, black, and red. 'Such a cliché from us.' you thought. "Welcome home, Army," he said, kissing your cheek right after, then moved to walk out. Something with his gesture, made you turn around and stop him by the leathers before hugging him from behind. "Yeah… I missed you too…" he let out in almost a whisper before turning around and hugging you back.
You stayed like that for a bit, before he cleared his throat and softly said "The water is gonna get cold." You saw him smiling as you parted from his body. Your leathers ripping from each other with the warmth of the room and with your nod, he left with a sweet smile.
You closed the door and put your head against it, feeling the moist surface over your skin and you sighed. Your heartbeat had gone wild with it all. Another 'I love you.' stuck in your throat, making it hurt. You would have slammed your head against the wooden surface but decided there was no point.
The next morning, you woke up with one of the most exorbitant hangovers in history, running straight to the bathroom and throwing up the first meal you had as a baby. A giggle at the other side of the door startled you.
"Forgot you didn't drink that much anymore," Jungkook said with a smile.
"I hate you…" you said before another choke let out more of what you thought was already an empty stomach. Another giggle reached your ears.
"I'll get you something for that." he then said before closing the door behind himself. You felt like passing out and sat with your back against the tiles. Your head was spinning and the light from the ceiling was practically blinding you.
"Fuck me…" you cussed.
"Do you need help?" you heard Taehyung on the other side, concerned.
“It’s okay, love. Just-” another choke and the door swung open with him coming over to hold your hair.
“This is why I don’t drink.” he then muttered, rubbing your back in circles.
“This is why, I, don’t drink,” you replied. When he was sure nothing else was coming out, he flushed the toilet and opened the window to let in some fresh air. Then wet a cloth and place it on your nape, fresh and awakening.
Going down to the living area, you saw the panorama. Hobi was sound asleep in the darkness behind the French door that separated the living room from the kitchen. Still, you got a glimpse of his naked torso as he hugged the blanket that was supposed to be covering him but didn’t feel right looking anywhere lower. Although you were tempted.
“If you look at him like that you’ll wake him,” suggested Taehyung taking a sip of his cocoa, hiding a smile.
“Uh?” you wondered, turning around distractedly.
“Are you still whipped for him?” wondered Jungkook calmly, while taking a sip of orange juice before biting into a butter and marmalade toast. You gulped air looking away with squinted eyes. “She is.” he chuckled. You felt nauseated.
“Shut up.” you hissed to him.
You had time to drink Jungkook’s hangover Americano, the most watery double shot coffee in the world with two pills of vitamin B and zinc, shove down ibuprofen and eat a Croque Madame before Hobi was up. Opening the double door with his eyes still closed and still in underwear, he walked inside the kitchen. Your eyes darted down, involuntary, and you turned your seat towards the aisle again, giving your back to him. His mast was standing and Taehyung gave you a look before pronouncing himself.
“Hobi-hyung. You are naked.” with the most stern face he could make use of and even though aware of that fact you almost choked on air, huffing.
“Fuck.” you heard him say before his steps led him back to the living room. He didn’t put on the Saint Laurent black T-shirt that was wearing the day before but only the trousers. Entering the kitchen, you saw Jungkook’s smirk before he shook his head. “What?” wondered the man in question, grabbing a water bottle as your eyes traveled down his back to his well-defined peaches. Instinctively, you bit your lower lip.
“SO,” said Taehyung very loudly all of a sudden, making him turn around immediately. You got caught. You were fast to look away but he still got the whole glance of it; the lip tucked between your teeth, your eyes on the low of his back. You wanted to smack Taehyung, who surely had done it on purpose. "Are we doing something today?"
"I thought it'd be great to ride the seaside road, all along the coast. The sea is looking beautiful these days with all those gigantic clouds, so I wanted to take some shots," announced Jungkook, serving Hobi an Americano.
"Woah, sounds great!" replied Hobi with a hearted smile but then dropped it to look at you. "Do you feel like it? After yesterday's journey?" 'Maybe he didn't notice you checking him out… maybe…' you thought.
"I was born to be on top of a bike, Hope. I'd love to," you told him with a wide smile that was replied with his.
"So, who is taking me?" he wondered, looking at the pair at opposite sides of the aisle. They looked at each other and raised a brow before looking at him.
"Only chicks at the back, sorry." both pronounced in perfect sync. He looked at them with parted lips in surprise.
"Wait, then how-Oh." he looked at you before going slightly shy. You looked at the pair, who winked at you before Hobi looked at them again.
"You can get closer, Hobi. It's safer," you told him when he held onto you over the bike, pulling his hands to make him advance on the seat and putting them around your waist. The warmth of his body against yours, noticeable even through the leathers and you blushed slightly at the sensation. You felt a slight shake coming from him but when you tilted your head to look at him, he only smiled in approval, gently. Showing off his dimples. You turned around flustered, then heard the roar of the starting engine from Jungkook's bike, soon to be followed by yours and Tae's. "Don't do any sudden moves, stay close," you advised Hobi, one more time before pulling behind Jungkook.
The view, as you left the town's premises, was truly a miracle. The high grey clouds over the sea drawing a spectacle on the waves. A storm was meant to hit the shore sometime during the evening. To you, it was probably going to hit just in time for you to go back to Jungkook's place. He was precise like that, even with the weather, as if things waited to happen when he was done doing what he wanted to do.
At the highest part of the road, on a cliff, Jungkook signaled to stop and it wasn't until you took off your helmet that Hobi moved.
His face during the ride, through your rearview mirrors was of absolute bliss. He would look at the horizon with peace written all over his demeanor and give you slight looks through the reflecting surface that made your heart skip a beat. You didn't want the moment to end. On top of the bike, sharing your freedom with him and seeing him respond the same way you did the first time you got on a bike, made your heart swell with love. It was one of the most intimate moments you had ever had with anyone. There, the problems disappeared and the rest of the world, on top of those two wheels, seemed to do so too. It was only you and him, the warmth of his body against yours and the fresh air filling your lungs at every breath.
He seemed to hesitate to get down until you turned and told him that he could do so. Then he offered you his hand to get down, a gesture that you appreciated but also felt a devilish need to mock until Taehyung pointed out that if he wasn't interested in rubbing your ass with it, he better put it away immediately.
"You bikers are ruthless." Hobi pointed out as you went down and put two hands on his back, you pushed him towards the spot where Jungkook had started his professional camera and was very focused taking different angles of the same image. You hugged Hoseok from the back this time, distractedly, but your heart started to speed up to it, betraying you at the throat. If someone asked you a question you were sure you wouldn't be able to spill a word. When Taehyung approached he gave you a naughty smile that Hobi missed, so amazed by the view you could have sworn you felt him shiver. "The storm is gonna be huge." you heard Hoseok say. "The wind is low but look there." he pointed towards a spot underneath the clouds in the distance. Rain, so much it looked like fog.
"I know," said Jungkook. "That's why I wanted to make the trip. I want to capture it till the last minute when we are back." he pointed to the Go-pro at the side of his helmet.
"Dude, we are going to get soaked." pointed out Taehyung, caught off guard, leaning over to get a look at his friend past the two of you.
"We won't. Trust me," said Jungkook, calmly. "Let's get back to the wheels." he then added.
You let go of Hobi and went towards your bike obediently, knowing that it was probably the safest choice if you didn't want to mess up time and end up wet to the bones. But he stayed behind as you mounted the bikes. His slender figure, looking like a lost soul with the clouds at the other side. You took your phone out of the inner pocket of your jacket and took a picture of him from that perspective.
Suddenly, Jungkook got to your side, camera in hand, and passed it to you to take the picture again. Once you gave it back to him, he walked towards Hobi and started taking pics of him like a paparazzi until he made him laugh. Hoseok slapped his shoulder between giggles and then Jungkook approached to tell him something in the ear that made Hobi blush and laugh nervously, moving away.
The next stop was at a little restaurant in the town ahead, to pick up the best cheesecake in the region. Four little cardboard boxes with triangles of cake inside, that were put on Taehyung's bike side bags before you took the road again. Jungkook stopped a few more times, having other spots to take pictures from that side of the road.
On the last stop, you asked Jungkook if you'd have time to stop for some groceries. Since you just moved in, there was stuff that you needed. Before taking that decision you looked at Hobi.
"We meant it. Only chicks at the back." Jungkook said with a chuckle and you rolled your eyes before turning on the engine to advance and gain some time before the storm. You saw them giggle through the right rear-view mirror.
At the grocery store, you were thankful there was an area under the roof for bikes where you could park it. You didn't trust the storm to be gentle or give any more warnings.
Hobi stretched a bit as you walked into the practically empty store with the last-minute customers rushing through. The contagious frenzy took over you two making you go faster too.
"Let's hurry. I'll pick up half of it. What do you need?" offered Hobi making you stop in the middle of the store.
"I need avocados, not too mature. Oatmeal, wholegrain snacks, bananas, and red apples." you rushed. "Oohohoh rice milk too please!" you shouted when he moved fast towards the other side.
"Ok!" he shouted back, and you rushed for toiletries. Pads, tampons, razors, cleaning foam, makeup wipes… condoms. You stopped in front of them, thought about Hobi, and picked a package without thinking. Less, that he would actually be seeing them.
He did. You were putting the items on the conveyor belt when he came with the rest and as he placed them his eyes darted towards the packaging. His face changed from his bubbly normal self to a completely unreadable demeanor. He passed behind you to help you get the items at the back.
"Taehyung uses an XL if you want to change them," he said without looking at you. His tone was irritated, you knew him too well to miss that detail. You got red at the neck, mostly with frustration. 'What the hell even made him think that?' you thought. You ignored him and kept putting items in the bags.
After paying, when you walked with him carrying your bags, you observed closer. He helped you get the items arranged in your side bags, condoms getting on the bag at his side, jaw clenching, making you finally realise what was going through his mind. He was jealous. You got mixed emotions from it but your body went from the south one. You clenched around nothing. He wanted you. Better said, in his brain, he felt like you were something his.
"They are for you. Idiot." you mouthed out making him raise his eyes from where he'd put them. You looked away, folding the bag to put it on top of your stuff before closing the luggage at your side. He seemed to click and rushed to close his. Then when he sat down behind you he pulled you suddenly so close to his body that you whimpered. His whole energy felt different. Sexual, in the way his hard-on was pressed tightly on your rear. Dominant, in how possessive his grip was. As if he was going to flip the top right there and fuck you over your bike. You felt your need drip down through your slit to the lacy fabric of your good-to-go underwear. His ragged breath, against your nape, elicited goosebumps all over your body. You had never seen that fierce side of Hoseok but you were totally in for it.
You had been there, just sitting, so lost in each other's presence that the storm caught you at the parallel of Jungkook's neighborhood. At his house, both men inside rushed through the open garage to help you in and close it immediately. The leathers and helmets had done nothing to prevent you from getting soaked and you two only took off your shoes and socks before you were suggested to use the bathrooms to shower and get warm before catching a cold.
You didn't hesitate, you ran upstairs. Only that Hobi did too and pulled you with him inside the bathroom when you hesitated. Giggles could be heard downstairs before he closed the door behind himself, lips pressed against yours way softer than how he'd pushed you against it. His taste intoxicated you, making you want to deepen the kiss but he only pulled away panting to take off his clothes, eyes on you with a mix of emotions bubbling through the surface but the way it pierced under your belly, talked about desire and you mimicked his nakedness just as fast.
But as rapidly as he had been with all his clothes, he took his damn time before freeing his shaft, making sure you had the full sight of it. You gasped involuntarily before you tried to remove your underwear. He tsked a no-no and approached pressing his hard-on over your tummy, twitching at the contact. You squirmed, internally screaming, hands trying to find support at his nape for your unstable knees. He put his hand at the low of your back pulling your body closer to his, almost printing his shape on your skin, making sure to breathe on your throat as he unclasped your bra. Your skin crawled underneath, breath failing on your throat, making you moan in need; in a way you had never expressed before. Then his hands traveled down your back and he put both his hands underneath the fabric of your panties, on your peaches, squishing, parting them, with a small growl at the back of his throat.
He then slid the soft clothing to your sides and pushed it down your thighs to the floor. Kissing the flesh on his way, grabbing your ass again, and nibbling your hip bone at the right making you mewl and let your head fall backward. He then stood, taking possession of your mouth while embracing you tightly and leading you towards the shower with his body. There he kept with the sweet kisses. The contrast in his doings, driving you insane.
A sudden change of intensity in it, making your walls clench and for you to lose your pace. He chuckled against your lips absorbing your erratic breath.
"I know exactly what you need, baby," he pronounced against your lips. "Unfortunately, we've left the condoms on your bike," he said with a smirk. Completely separating from you and getting under the water, hands cleaning his torso. Member still hard.
"You better finish what you started, Hobi, I swear to God…" you demanded, frustrated and needy. His right hand landed on your throat as he pined you softly towards the tiles.
"It's your pussy, baby. If you want it in" he then pulled up one of your thighs at his waist and, squatting a little, aligned with your slick and pushed into his half, silencing your cry with his mouth. Then spoke against it. "You'll get it in." he licked your lower lip and introduced his tongue into your mouth, drawing your palate before pulling out. "But when you want me in…" he whispered in your ear before his hand moved from your throat to your mouth and he pulled out your wet depths to push himself fully in. He growled, chest vibrating against yours. "Fuck… I love how you feel around me…" he grunted against your throat, trying to keep himself in line. You understood, your walls were truly tight against him. His sudden intrusion giving no time to adjust although your wetness, provoking a slight sting as he moved. "But when I'm with you like this. You'll call me daddy and you don't… demand. Understood?" He had clearly made his point firm and you only nodded. "Good girl…" he whispered and bit your earlobe. "Do you want me to keep going, baby?"
"Yess…" you breathed out. "Yes, daddy." you corrected yourself, completely drawn in his hypnotic eyes as he moved to look at you after getting the first weak answer.
"Great…" he whispered, getting close to your lips, making you close your eyes instinctively. "Because I've been crazy for you for years and trust me that, he'd be hurt if you decided to separate them…" he spoke, referring to the parts of your bodies that were connected, making you open your eyes and giggle. He smiled sweetly at you in contrast, getting out of character.
"Are you trying to brush off that you just confessed?" you asked him with a smile, pulling him for a slow longing kiss. The sort of sigh mixed with his breathing he let out, gave in to how much he had really wanted to be like this with you. How he loved you and longed for you. When you separated something seemed to change in his eyes, love to lust in one second. He pulled your wrist towards the tiles behind at the sides of your head, slowly and gently at first.
"I thought I told you to call me daddy." He then pulled out, almost to the tip and pushed back in, deep; owning it. The low cry escaping you as he did, made him twitch. You knew he was too turned on.
"Have you been practicing all this duality thing, daddy?" you asked, daring, once you caught your breath. That earned you another pounding, softer this time and you started to acknowledge his shape with your lower body. It felt good. He felt good. His body against yours, the abs against your tummy, his hips. How he filled you. "Trying to please me… daddy?" you dared again. He didn't move but stared at your eyes, swallowing you in his.
"Thing is, Army, that I know how to please you… We are best friends…" he moved to whisper in your ear. "I know what turns you on since you started to get turned on." Your skin prickled in goosebumps to his words. "See." he said, lowering a hand from your wrist tracing over the bothered skin before he grabbed it again and started to move inside of you. So molded, so well placed he seemed to just know how your body was made. His grunts against your neck made your breath impossible to catch. His whole energy, his whole existence, exuded something that was overwhelmingly fantastic. The orgasm, just by how long you had wanted to be underneath him, built quick and exploded just as such. Catching your breath in your throat in a high pitched moan that turned into cries as he started fucking you through it at a dangerous pace. Hips slamming against yours, sounding through the bathroom with your voices.
When the second was about to hit you, he covered your mouth, holding your wrists above your head with only one hand. As it hit you, you felt him spill, and the kink you had over that, only intensified the orgasm, making you cry even louder. His grunts, everything, made your brain go insane.
After getting out of the shower, he offered to give you a massage and was very concerned about whether you were comfortable walking or if he had hurt you in any way.
"I got a bit carried away, love." he confessed, hugging you. "I should have been more romantic in our first time…"
"So you plan on repeating then?" you replied, cheekily, catching him by surprise. He seemed taken back.
"Won't you?" his previous smile had faded into a cloudy expresion.
"Hobi." you snapped him out of it.
"Hm?" he tried to smile.
"I love you too." you told him, grabbing his face to kiss him gently. The hug that proceeded was full of hope.
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This is the best positive thing I heard about in a long time. Pure awesomness 😄😄👏👏
Awesome Bikers Against Child Abuse
A biker came up to my window, tapped on it, waved at me and drove away.
I think I'm in love.
I have this huge, ex-military biker guy neighbour who is like 80% handlebar moustache and has a ponytail halfway to his ass and him and all his huge biker guy friends all have tiny dogs and special, motorcycle safe seats for them on their bikes and my favourite things is when they all come roaring in on their bikes and take their tiny dogs out of their little studded leather safety carriers there is this loud cacophony of kissy sounds and full blown baby voices like “was that fun sweetie” and “who’s my handsome boy”
Les juro que luego de esta los hago como adultos jajjaj
A series of drawings on Star Fox, re-imagined as a story of Police detectives set in the late 80′s.
Fox McCloud is a detective, well-known in the district of Corneria for his driving skills. After he found a lead on the mystery of his father’s death, his team gets involved in a cat-and-mouse game against the violent biker gang Star Wolf while another, bigger threat puts the entire city of Lylat at risk.
This started as a simple idea for a single drawing, but I was having so much fun with the idea I felt like doing multiple scenes. The end result is a total of 7 drawings (not including this poster) that I’ll be posting daily. Please look forward to it!
STOP, I'm crying so hard rn because some bikers were across the street and one of them waved to me- 😭